Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1907-03-16
losT AND FOUND.
EchOes From the Newspaper Con

1
Showed under in the March storm
A few dollars the poorer and now the
wiser" shrieks another voice in key,
! louder ana fiercer than the bowling
blast Nobody wants to help in a
gambling scheme, even TO help a needy
widow" piped in a monk bird. Poor
Lot, pity you" Where are your dia,
monds? Where. your watch Lost.
all lost
These are the voices and reincarnat-
ed cries of Poe's Raven, filling, thrill
ing with fantastic terror as the hands
on the ornate face of the old market
house clock clasp in a freezing ac-
acknowledgement that It is really mid
night.
All, what ghostly feelings the hut-
ter OF ebon wings and haunting voices
inspire!
But should let their railing con
vince me that am so much the loser?
lost, It's true, the Mccoy diamonds,
but as j hold up my hands scanned,
gnarled and roughenej by life of Sc
we're toll know that diamond there
on would look as appropriate as one
would look on the caudal appendage of
a porker wallowing in the mire. l
lost, tbs true, few sham friends, for
a man who will allow a worthy friend
of years to be beaten in a public con-
test for lack of support, for a whim,
for the sake of silly promise, or sill
lier dislike of the editor, is not worthy
of one true devoted friend
His cast iron soul would not melt
nor even expand though subjected to
the intense heat of the Internal re-
gions for century.
lost these--but the chambers of my
heart have been cleaned and FURNISH
ed, and real friends have been enshrin-
ed, some won in the heat of the fierce
though bloodless conflict" of The Ev-
ening World. at whose affairs woi
ship. Not one Of whom belong to the
II pray you will win, but can't pay
you one cent nor lend hand to help
you win" For creatures like those
are barnacles that n ust be scraped
from ships sides, else she will sink.
Is it not we'll lost these? | lost,
too, the Mccoy watch, but l found
watch of superior workmanship run
by An electric current which moves the
hands which not only caress me, but
play the sweetest and most enhancing
music that ever thrilled my soul.
These hands, It's true. point not to the
passing hours but point aloft to no
bier, higher principles of life, and it's
face holds and reflects the nobility and
unselish love acting as the handspring
to universal brotherhood-local and
national loyalty.
Am not far richer in the possession
Of such treasure than in being the
owner of the Mccoy watch, which ticks
the music of selfishness and animates
greed, while its hands are followed for
the fires OF avarice.
Lost-nothing worth mentioning, but
find in my heart new treasures of rar-
est worth. of which / shall tell you
later I still have one more word to
say while / speak down the trumpet
to the great public heart throbbins
with generosity.
Don't forget that we owe to the base
bali club full and strong and gen
erous "Breth' that shall raise the wind
and shake the needed Uncle Sans
dollars into their empty treasury-to
infuse life into the organization.
For verify our physical nature needs
to play as much as our spiritual nature
needs to pray!
With the deepest gratitude for all
that was done TO aid me in the con-
test, am, devotedly, your own
lot"