Wausau pilot. [volume] (Wausau, Wis.) 1896-1940, 1905-08-22
HAND IN HAND WITH HAPPINESS
Heart of Man Makes Its Own Wealth
er-Turning Night Into Dawn.

Heart of Man Makes Its Own Wealth
er-Turning Night Into Dawn.
A succession of dry days was end
ed and already the wind, turning
south of west, blew chill and told of
rain, writes Eden Phillpotts in an
English journal. On a wild common,
uplifted in untamed loneliness above
the valleys, | stood and marked how
the horizon of the leaden blue merg
ed slowly into the clouds that dark
ened above it.
A figure moved upon the heath, and
there came a young man TO me- He
whistled as he went, and smiled upon
the face of nature as though she, too,
smiled. We met, and he babe me
good day" with such heartiness that
i responded in like manner, and
marched along his path to learn, if 1
might, the secret of his generous
contentment and joy of life.
The wind is cold, and the rain
will be colder" I said.
I've felt it strike chill; but no doubt
It's so, since you say it"
"A lonely place this 1 remarked.
You might call it lonely in man.
ner of speaking" he answered; "but
there's houses within a mile. My
young" He broke off and whistled
again.
The man was absolutely of COM
mon-place type and demeanor. He
had been spreading manure on mea-
dow, and he carried his fork over his
shoulder Yet from him there BEAM
ed wealth of happiness.
/ sought the subject most likely to
cast him down.
Heavy work on the land soon,"
said.
'Ess, thank God" he answered;
more work, more money" Then l
perceived that this man was for the
moment sorrow proof.
Already gold famed on the crest of
the gorse, and the warm fragrance of
it breathed out like blessing.
"A good sign" 1 said. Perhaps
you know that kissing's in season
now the furze blooms?'
He smiled inGulgently.
"'Tis always IN season-so long as
you've got somebody ash kiss e. he
answered.
Right! And you're one of the
lucky ones?"
He eyed me cautiously.
who might you be, master?" he
asked.
"A workman
What be your hours, them"
"All the twenty-four'
"Then you don't waste your time,
I'll wager!"
1--WE all waste our time. When
you're not working you're wasting
time"
mo, by God, 1 ban't," he said with
great conviction, and his thoughts
turned inward
and she's wasting hers, too-come
now!"
He stared.
"The murders out, them" he said.
How did you guess as we were tok-
ened?"
why, IT'S all over you, mattel"
"'Tis true enough for that matter"
he confessed; "an' the best woman
in the world, but I'm shamed that
the thing do look SO clear to the
neighbors."
81 know the signs. You're lucky
man, and I congratulate you"
Twas on this very heath two days
agone she said it,
twill never be a barren heath
again to you, then"
Exactly so-no more it won't.
can tell the juniper us sat under,
come to think of it,
Maybe the tree grew for that end"
Cold rain began to sweep the even
ing light and I reiterated before it.;
but my lover went on his way indif-
ferent and whistled at the darkness
as it gathered, and the wind as it
walled over those desolate spaces.
He neither knew that rain was fall
ing nor that the sun had set.
So the heart of man makes it's own
weather. Today it turns night into
dawn and laughter; tomorrow it sad
dens noon and moves darkly beneath
it's own storm cloud of suffering.
The young man marched hand in
hand with happiness; I moved
through lonely avenues of grief; love
and life beckoned him onward to the
gates of spring; love and death led
my spirit back into winter.