The Washington times., 1902-03-30

The optimist listened to sermon last
Sunday night from one of the most
gifted and eloquent preachers in this city
or any other. ON the subject, Ihe foune
Man and His Money The speaker han
died his subject with mastery skill, ana.
through All t,.e discourse. ran the con-
Meeting scarlet threads of hope, high re-
solve. grand achievement, love and kind
ness.
sIt was not true" he said, this wall
| ing Cassandra like cry of the pessimists
that the rich are getting richer every
| day and the poor grow poorer The rich
may be getting richer, but the poor are
getting richer also This applies at least
| to those of them who had the energy to
work for an honest dollar and to expect
no dollars without giving full equiva-
| lent. Too many expect something for
nothing: to accumulate dollars without
giving an equivalent. and these are the
| disappointed and murmuring ones. Never
we're the returns for honest industry. for
| brains, honesty, and energy so great and
| so immediate as TODAY. The history OF
the men who are known as miilionaires
and millionaires would show that
the great majority of them commenced as
poor boys. ard by energy. honesty. and
ability had rightly Won their present po-
sition, and the pathway is still open.
But" he insisted. "the rich are not
| the happiest people in the world. The
| love OF money is the root of many evils
riches in their place and properly used
! are a great blessing. otherwise curse;
| the ambition for riches for riches sake
| is mean, low, and sordid. and such
consuming desire shuts out all the bright
er side of life. leaving in its stead an
endless train of care and worry.
That sermon recalled to the optimist
the statement recently travelling its rounds
through the press that more business men
are carried off each year by disease IN
cited by worry than from all other causes
The optinist believes this to be true, yet
he delights at evening to look from the
| rear window of his home upon row
of four little frame houses. Each little
home has in front tidy door-yard en-
closed with neat palings. where in summer
the flowers bloom in rich profusion. There
seems to be no worry in those little homes
| where dwell motormen, carpenters anu
painters. At evening time there come
from them sounds of laughter and song
and TIE merry voices of children, and the
tired workmen sit at their humble door
steps in contentment and peace. Not as
much worry there, the optimist fancies, as
| in stately homes OF the northwest section.
Indeed, it would seem that one-half the
people one meets nowadays are being
killed by worry and consequent nervous
| strain.
People says to us, don't worry" How
easy to say; Row hard to follow. few
mornings ago the optimist was conyersing
in a philosophical mood with friend en-
| the stecs of the new Postotflce building
Said that friend to him: How little one
knows of the troubles and burdens these
people are carrying who pass in and out
of these doors. - Il
Just then a richly dressed lady. whose
face was sweet and refined. passed hasti-
| " out On her beautiful features pain
| and disappoi atment we're written in every
line, and her eyes were filled with un-
| shed tears. Here was one evidently mov-
| ing in paths of comfort, if not ease. yet