Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1907-10-24
H6r6 hnd I here
Autumn, come near to me,
You are SO dear to nue..

Mrs. Myrtle Moore, of Nebraska,
is visiting with her parents, George
Moore and wi of Greeley.
Raymond Clark is one of the fortu-
nate participants in the South Dako-
"a land rattle.
Geo. Oelke drove out TO Greeley
Wednesday to repair Lou Anciaux's
windmill. which was wrecked in the
recent gale.
Herbert Shoe5mith, the pushing
North Branch merchant, is market.
ing wheat at Hamlin.
A fine new barn Is in process of con-
structiou on the Peter Juel property
in the west suburbs of Hamlin.
Ben Moore, pioneer resident of
Greeley, came in from Minnesota to
stay while with his son George who
lives on the Sam Gardner ranch.
A very pleasant gentleman repre-
senting The Evening Nonpareil was
doing business on the Hamlin mail
route Friday.
Frank Duvall's new barn Is rapidly
nearing completion and will soon be
ready lOf Tue reu.
Now the railroads would doubtless
put up as hard q fight against the re-
peal Of the two cent fare law as they
offered against its passage.
Some high grade furniture arrived
al the Hamlin depot the first of the
week and was Immediately hauled
out to furnish the new residence on
the Ed Johnson ranch in Sharon.
w. S. Armstrong is staying with his
two so as TO be conveniently located
while he repairs the old homestead re.
Gently vacated by his son Maurice.
The Hamlin mail carrier threshed
his oats Tuesday night.
Say, you chronice calumniator, for
heavens sake! draw In your vigorous
tongue and close your fly trap, invite
wholesome thoughts to visit you, and
let the poisonous creations of added
Drained gossipers die out. Get busy
at something that will do you and the
race some good.
WHO IS TO BLAMEf
II is said that man controls abso-
lutely his own atmosphere. If this be
true, our responsibility is great II
We degenerate into evil beings, Cod
less, and poisonous to the community
in which we live, 1t is because we per-
NIT our atmosphere to become foul.
There Is much Ia our environment
that is purifying and uplifting With
which we have the power TO cultivate
an intimacy. We also have the pow
sr 10 discourage communication with
the evil and degrading elem snt of our
surroundings. 1t is this fact that
places upon US the responsibility for
our own fall. One dark, stormv night
a man lay dying On an imprOvised bed
of dirty blankets in the corner OF q
ramshackle bunk house in lumber
camp. On his nose was the tell-talo
'tWhisky Blossom on mis- brow vas
the MARX OF the beast" and IN his
blood sho. eye was the british lear OF
the abandoned drunkara He was fever
iSh and tossing ia del irium 1t was
midnight. The sick man hadjust sub
sided from spell OF raTing. Sud.
denly his eyes olaZed up into an ex.
preston OF indispensable fear. He
Clutched the blankets, Strengthened,
quiyered for moment, then all was
still. A storm had swept htes sea
and crushed IA ship upon the hidden
rocks Of inepriety, God, Goal was
this repulsive wreck once IA innocent
child in which fond mother fancied
she saw the germs of greatness as she
patted the rosy cheek and pressed the
curly head 10 her bosom. Where Is
that mother now? Do not let her come
ana look upon this wreck. Hide ii
away. Do not mark the spot. The
career is one TO be forgotten. Let OBJ
livion have its own, He established
continued communication with the
wrong part of his environment. 1t
destroyed him. How sad how tragic!
how heart crushing to see circum-
stances pick up an innocent child and
fling it into such a dark chasm But,
hold, who ia To blame2 Let us repeat
our beginning: Man controls absO-
lutely his own atmospherer. Guilt
vate intimacy with truth and all will
go we'll
MONEY.
Death, is that you? we'll,
Hold on just q while.
| want to take with me
This big yellow pile.
The which to create has been,
My LIES care
What! "No use at all for
Such trash over there?"
Then, death, give me time
And twill take long while
To dig my poor soul from
Beneath that big pile.