The Mitchell capital. (Mitchell, Dakota [S.D.]) 1879-1918, 1908-12-24

minutes?" 1t is useless to offer any
reward for a thing lost forever.
We have dismal fancies of things
that never come to pass. Most of
our troubles are no more than night
mares that are gone with the waking.
hours. It's a bad disease we've got
this distemper of the Imagination.
It's an Unseen Hand that holds the
mallet. Day by day the skillful cut
ting goes on and IN. We shall be
silently worked into beauty. The
finished product will surprise the
angel eyes. Strange that in bound
less patience He should engrave His
features on such crude and stubborn
stone. But He willard that's
enough.
on the tomb of Joseph II, of Aus
tia. in the royal cemetery at Vienna,
is this pitiable epitaph, prepared by
the king himself: "Here lies a mon
arch who, with the best intentions,
never carried out a single plan" If
the truth were known today, a great
many epitaphs would be scratched
out and this one put in their place.
l never pass a young man on the
street without having come to me
again the far away vision. It's the
form of a beautiful young woman
lowering over the cradle of her first
born. And she's dreaming too
dreaming of the far off years when
her baby will be a man. And l Won
der if it's only a dream that comes
to her.
Broadly speaking, freedom is not
liberty. Nor will liberty ever be Ii
cense in the fullest sense Of the word.
l am not at liberty to do as l please.
When my thought and my act inter-
fere with the rights and privileges
of another l am no longer free. Free
dom is always a right to obey the ex-
pressed will of the majority.
Alfred Russell Wallace caught a
baby o~rang-outang. Just like the hui
man baby. i. had to be fondled. He
must before it would go to
sleep. When alone It was absolute
ly quiet. But footballs brought on
the whining. Did it ever occur to
you that for the most part our crying
is done for the galleries?
Poets may be born but men are
made. Humanity, like iron, in it's
roughness promises but little. But a
bar valued at SIS is worth s12 when
made into horseshoes; in needles,
$3.50; in penknives, $4,000; In ball
ance wheels for watches, $25O,OOO.
AS by these processes iron is increas-
ed in value. SO through long and
drastic training men are carried to-
ward the widest possible usefulness.
Some people just can't draw the
boundary between eccentricity and in
sanity. lola, the French novelist,
passed whole weeks in the Arm con-
viction that he was an idiot. And
yet. while in this state of mind, he
wrote his masterpieces. Oliver Wen
dell Holmes, our w American ply
; stefan. poet and essayist, was a prince
OF letters. And yet, as great as he
was, he persisted in carrying a po-
tato In n pocket and a horse ches-
nut in the other to keep of rheuma-
tism.
You ask who is a real friend? To
that friend whose life has taught
you many beautiful truths; whose
words have strengthened and encour-
aged you to live more true to your
God, to yourself, and to your fell
lows; who hoped for you when others
lost hope; who believed in you when
others could not; who saw good when
others looked for evil; to that friend.
whoever he is or wherever he may
be, affectionately dedicate the story
of your life.
1t takes a great character to stand
alone. The man that goes with the
majorities only borrows strength.
He's a leech-nothing more. For
that cas- the majesty Of man is
not known until he 10 seen standing
in = magnificent minority.