The Forrest City times. [volume] (Forrest City, Ark.) 1871-1919, 1903-09-25
THE SUCCESSFUL MAN.
He Hard Lot as Contracted with
That of the Village
LOafer.

your trip? Seems to me you don't look
quite as yellow as usual"
Il don't notice any improvement in
my health myself" said the success
full man. Native air may suit some
people, but it's my impression that a
man has TO stay in II all the time to
get the good of 1t. II I'd never left
1t In the first place, I'd have been all
right to-day. They're a sleepy lot
down there. though. They don't seem
to notice that the worlds moving or
to care continental If it does. Nine
tenths of them don't know the meaning
OF the word hustle"
We'll, we know the meaning of 1t
here" said the partner. Look at that
patch of contracts piled up since you
left Look over the papers now, will
your"
What's the use?" said the success
ful man, fretfully. "If you ever want
to realize what a failure you are just
go to your home town and interview
the village loafer. l did that
Il hadn't seen Billy any time since
! left the place to come to Chicago.
remember him as a hulking, overgrown
boy. about five years older than was,
and even then he had acquired repu-
tation as the trifiingest. no accountest
cub in seven counties.
II ran across him while / was out
walking. He was sitting with his back
against big willow, well in the shade.
fishing. and the minute he turned his
head | knew him. l said: Hello,
Bill! What luck?'
He looked at me in a puzzled way
and pointed to the string of fish he
had tied TO a root OF the willow. Then
! sat down by him and began to talk
to him. After while he hauled in a
big two-pound bass. That's good
enough to eat. Henry he says. It's
about noon now. | reckon.
He started a fire. Then he CROPPED
in hollow of the tree and pulled ont
about dozen ears of green corn and
frying pan and some salt pork. He
had some tins of stuff hidden there,
too, and a big muskmelon and a chunk
of bread rolled in newspaper. First
OF all he coated the ears of unhusked
covered them with Goals and then he
cleaned and cut up the bass and got
some slices of pork to frying. Next he
shook out some corn meal on the news
paper and rolled the fish in it and got
that to frying and in about 20 minutes
there was a meal ready that I'd have
given IS to eat.
uyl a
he was cooking. He said he wasn't
dom much of anythin', especially in
the summer, not much of anythin any
time. He hadn't never married, so
there wasn't no need of ii. There was
always birds in the air and fish in the
river an rabbits in the ground an
there was corn CROWN in the fields,
an melons, an such. No need q GO
an hungry, and a man could always
peddle a string O fish or suthin' for
what terbaker an store truck he
wanted. Winter time he said. I en-
do few chores for my board an lodg-
in, an play the fiddle for dances. But
what's the matter with you. Henry?
Why don't you eat?'
Il told him my diet was principally
oxygenated wheat germs. What's
them he asked.
Il explained and told him what dys-
pepsia was. He didn't know. Happy
man!
What are you dom, Henry?' he
asked, between mouthfuls.
Il told him, but the fact that | had
been successful hardly seemed to i'm
press him. He kept on questioning me.
So you work all day from seven
or eight O'Clock in the mornin an
sometimes till late O night he said.
Then you have TO eat this truck you
tell me about an have a misery in your
stomach half the time! An you lie
awake nights an can't git TO sleep,
Can't eat good vittles. can't sleep an
work all the time! What dye do it
fer, Henry
- don't know | said
He threw away the last of the
melon rind, sighed contentedly, and.
pulling a corneob pipe from his pocket
filled and lighted it, Then. leaving
his seat on the log. he stretched him
self out on the grass and smoked, look
ing at me thoughtfully the while. pres
emily he took his pipe from his mouth
and said; Henry, I'm mighty sorry
for you
I've been sorry for myself ever
since" concluded the successful man"
HarassinE for Harry.
Harry's mother handed him two
quart Jugs
Now" she observed in a menacing
manner, take these to Smith. the gro
Ger. and tell him TO give you a quart of
the best treacle. And if you hurry up,
and are a good boy. your mother will
love you. If not, you'll think you've
been in a railway accident"
But why" said the lady visitor. when
the boy had departed. did you give him
two jugs-one would have been suffi-
cient for the treacle?'
"Maam." said the gentle mother.
you don't know my Harry If he has
two iugS he won't he able 10 din his