The Anderson intelligencer. [volume] (Anderson Court House, S.C.) 1860-1914, 1905-09-20

tween midnight and morning was mo-
mentarily broken one night recently
by the voices Of two men in earnest
conversation as they strolled leisurely
homeward; but only one sentence Of
what they were saying vas distinctly
audible to chance listener. 1t was
the very suggestive remark in empha.
tic tones: "Wbat I really want is
more money! AS the voices aud
footsteps died away, leaving such
silence as is compatible with the
shrilling of the locusts disturbed from
their dreams by the electric light, the
listener reflected how universal is that
want of more money" 1t is felt by
all sorts and conditions Of men; for
we appear to have inherited the want
lineal descent from the two daughters
of the Observation-Disclosures those
young ladies were-and to have been
born with the Unsuitable ory in our
mouths Of: ''Give! Give! Give!' that
never ceases until we have received
the last gift the world has for US
enough earth to cover US. The one
word which it seems impossible for us
to say, SO far as money is concerned,
is enough: One Of the Lyceum lee.
SureTs shis past winter told on anec-
dcte of western farmer whose whole
aim in life was to plant more corn, to
raise more hogs, to make more money,
60 buy moro land, to plant more corn,
to raise more hogs-and 80 on indef-
nitely; and it was an apt illustration
Of the way the mania for money-mak.
ing takes possession Of o man and
drives him ever onward in the race
for wealth until he falls into his grave
from sheer exhaustion.
The richest men in the world never
appear to reach the limit of thcir do
sires in this direction; even though
their wealth is always increasing by
leaps and bounds through additional
.shillionais, rnd by compound interest.
Only tc very few Of them does the
time ever come when they feel they
have enough, and that they may begin
to take their ease. AS writer in the
Century puts it: The ordinary NOR
. tai locks @;.h ss.eniahment and ner;
plexity uron the group of old men
vho, on the orumbling brink Of the
grave, are still straining every nerve,
their brains and oonsoienoes in the
frantic accumulation Of unnecessary
millions. One Of these persistent ac-
cumulsfors was asked once by friend
My he kept On thus pilibg unneedea
millions upon millions. You can't
eat them or drink them, you have no
reason to pile up more for your heirs
why dc you work so hard in your old
age gathering them together2" The
old miser turned to him and said:
s'Did you ever play marbles when you
we're a bos?'' "Yes.'' ''Did you
keep on winning them?'' Eyes"
"Why did you do it?'' "For the fun
Of the game" "That's why do it;
for the fun OF the game" In short
the old legend Of King Midas with
his touch Of gold, ID repeated over and
over again in our own very practical
lage with endless variations; but not
one of them all ever appears to realize
es Midas did that one could pay dear
for such gift; and they prefer to
5Sstarve, soul and body, rather than to
$renonnce the magic touch. There is
Snos Paotolus" in this country that
I, has power to put an end to their luet
for more money, and if there were
they would bridge it. A millionaire
may say he wants more money in order
TO buy q certain railroad, or mine, or
70 establish some magnificent indus.
try; butjthat does not argue that he
has any special interest in those
things, or that Iit will give him Eleaa-
nre to watch their workings; or that
be wants to benefit others through
them. Not q. all. Il simply means
that he wants one OF all of those
.things aa q means to an end, and that
end is the same the farmer had in
view when he planted the corn for the
hogs which should bring him in more
money. Il B: i5.s ss.$ s.. s 81 Vi
s$iS The strangest part OF 3fit lie that
nearly all the wealthy men Ia this
country or at least theirfathers did
began lifeiD such poverty that 4 few!
thousands would have seemed enoughii
70 satisfy their desires and q to pro.
vide them aud their families with All
that was necessary to make life worth
living. But 80 they became success,
,fal and wealth flowed ID upon them,
sthsis love foF gold, just FOR It's own
sake, grows until sit becomes The .rul-