Rocky Ford enterprise., 1903-06-05

ping. In the crannies Of the curb green
fungi grew. and the water from the
open well was sweet!
To the spot came the villagers: men
In the prime and men In the scar. the
adolescent youth. the shy girl with
hair In bTaids adown her back. And
there came even mothers holding COO
Ing babes at their breasts. tempting
them from the milk OF parental love
to the leaking. long'handled dipper
that overlooked with the nectar of the
gods as the gods loved IL. pure. unde-
filed.
by and by. In the evolution OF
things. the shy maldens and the bus.
ON youths who mot about the well
were wed. and they In turn brought
their babes to sip the cooling draushts
from out that challco. The hamlet
grew to the dignity OF n town. while
the moss on the bucket spread and the
stones about the crib wore smoother
from the press OF many feet. Then
the city fathers. In solemn conclayc.
met and voted plousiy to close de-
bate and place where stood the rotting
curb closed well with wooden
pump.
And II came about that the village
wikeacrcs no longer settled grave mat.
tcrs OF state while leaning 'saInst the
curb. No longer the buckets drippcd
and drippcd: the moss was gone. and
new generations met about tho place.
Boys became men. girls mothers.
mothers Erandmothcrs-and then the
long cortcsc wound It's slnuous way to
the riverside. where the Black Camel
OF Death had kncl, many time and
often. where the birds carolcd hushcd
yet mciod!ous love songs. where on
bright days came sad.faced mourn.
crS laden with blossoms. and where.
now and then. there crcpt In softly
some strong man to weep alone be-
side the broken sod.
Yet fIom the well came water! Not
so sweet. perhaps. but good. clear. re-
frcshins liquid OF which tho town
folks 'runk their MI.
And the Cycle of Time turned In Its
coursc: the hand OF progress touched
the town and great, majestic build.
insS Eprang up rs In night
And the town council. larger grown.
dcadiockcd and swaycd. swaycd and
dcndiockcd again. The stoiid men. In
whose hair were the frosts Of time.
maintained their allegiance to tho
town pump. but the warning party won
and scon the streets were all awry.
while watcrworks were planted.
A simple twist OF the wrist turned
the faucet. and those who were once
prone to walk to the town pump for
water. knew Il no more. Day by day
II stood. n grim sentinel of oldcn days.
Its handle broken and Its mechanism
rustcd with disusc,
And there came upon the thriving
Young city n scourgc. while the pa.
pcrs admonished to Boil the watcr!"
Many times that season was the
Black Camel seen TO knccl at the Gem.
etery gates. and sorrowing hearts
gazed with quickcncd memory ut the
old town pump. mute and battered.
The aalls Of the well grew weaker
day by day and collapsed at last, fall
ing into the stagnant water with n
cavcrnous chug. A rich man bought
the site and built n home thereon.
about which rose strong stone fence.
Within he dwelt, sordid and IN
loved.
Man is like well. God made him
pure with an open heart from which
Kindness and succor rise like the drip
ping. moss.covered bucket in the well.
There is the freshness OF health and
the buoyancy that comes from sue
coring others. About this well OF
brotherly love gather all those who
are weak and heavy laden seeking
the nectar of sympathy and the quaff
o. sustenance.
Then comes the sordid world that
removes the mossed bucket Of philan.
thropy and covers from sight the
greatness of a heart unsullied. Shut
out from the sunshine Of fraternal
love. the well spring thickens and
grows sluggish with selfshness. The
city council of greed and avarice does
its work and what was once n heart
bursting with life and love is dead
forever to the better life. The rich
man builds about and above 1t. seals
It's impulses, forgets its existence.
Keep the well of your heart open
that its freshness and good cheer may
duench the thirst of those who parch
for sympathy and nope.
GA
An editor in Iowa gave in to the
assessor n list of moneys and credits
to the amount of $725,00O, and ~told
him to enter 1t for taxation. The as.
SCISSOR is doing as well as could be
expected.
An excited punster says Thomas
Upton is still thinking about the
American cup, and adds: Thou art
SO near and yacht SO far" An AK will
be taken on subscription at this office.
The beautiful Miss de Lussan has
been proposed to twenty-five times and
says she is getting used to it. Young
men who need practice will be given
her address on application.
0n
A Colorado paper intimates that
George Ade has run out of subjects
for his "Fables in Slang" and adds,
1--WE hope for the best?" Question!
Tho man who asked the druppist