Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1902-10-04

and over her shoulder caught these
words on the written page before her:
ats an ill-wind that blows no one
any good, but suppose the good has
not blown our way yet, for we have had
nothing but hard luck in our direction
for some time; and with daughter be-
ing so sick and needing things, and
money short, it's trial, indeed. But
am hoping the wind will soon veer
around and blow the good up our
street"
"Oh," sighed the wind, as he turned
away, $50 little to be thankful for in
this home, and yet this poor mother
clings to hope, and hope deferred max
eth the heart sick"
"You poor soul!" thought he, "the
wind shall blow in your direction this
very-afternoon; and a number of other
weary creatures shall profit by my lit
tie gale"
And shortly the sky darkened. and
the wind came up so quickly everybody
was astonished with the suddenness.
There was hurrying and scurrying
along the street. Awnings tapped
and doors banged; shopkeepers hur-
ried to get in their goods they had
displayed. In front Of the clothing
store several Of the forms, with suits
of clothes on, went rolling down the
pavement into the gutter before any
one could get them in. Though this
was an ill-wind for the rich old tailor,
it blew a good suit of clothes into a
poor workingman's way the next day.
who got 1t for mere song.
Old Midas Goldbug was hurrying to
reach the bank before the hour of clos
ing, and to save time had taken his
wallet from his pocket. and was busily
lingering the bills just as the wind
blew up.
mo, Midas Goldbug," growled the
wind. "you shall not make another
deposit to-day; greed and hoard are
all you think about" and with that
he snatched several large banknotes
out of his grasp and sent them flying
up the street, together with his new
Panama hat, which flew off in his en-
deavor to regain his money.
His banknotes went flying hither
and thither, and the clouds of dust
were so thick and binding that no
one could follow their fight, and his
hat lodged behind big cask. to the
Notification of Horace Pike, an old
fisherman, who found it. His own hat
consisted of one of which the crown
had long departed.
Old, stingy Farmer Skinner came
riding along on load of potatoes he
was bringing to town, when one OF
Goldbug's banknotes fluttered by and
frightened his horse, causing it to
run away, upsetting his load of pota-
toes and scattering them along the
road.
Fortunately, this happened on a
street where there were many poor
people living, who gladly gathered
them up and had a good meal off
them.
The valuable piece of parchment
was not satisfied with having fright
ened old SINNERS horse, and there
by making him distribute to the poor
the potatoes he would otherwise not
have given, but went flying still fur
ther on, stopping hereSand there
moment in fence corner, then whirl-
ing up and away again, as If it had
not yet found the right place to set
tie down, until, all soiled and crum-
pied, It at length few up between the
shutter Stats of the very houss OF the
little, hopeful woman and stuck fast.
When the gale was over and the lite
tie mother went to fasten back the
shutter for the night she said:
"Why. the wind has blown the dust
and paper and leaves and every kind
of thing in here. ! will be there in
moment, daughter. I'll just pick up
some of this paper and brush the
dust out. It seems little cooler, and
I think the wind must have changed"
and, picking up the crumpled piece OF
paper, which looked strange to her,
she repeated her last words: Il
should think the wind had changed.
Daughter, daughter, see what i have
foud sticking fast in the shutter"
holding up hundred-dollar bill to
view. What happy vision of needed
comfort that piece of paper held in
store for them.
at takes something of just such q
surprising nature as this" said she,
ITO make one realize the truth OF the
saying, 1T is an i'll wind that blows no
one any good IN. Y. Times.