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

Scores of the enormously rich are
dying of capital punishment.
Shut the door of memory. That
terrible day is dead. Why court
the gruesome skeleton?
One log will not burn alone.
Neither can the heart forsake and
survive. Humanity is not built for
the solitary life.
If you would get in on "the ground
f1oor"-if you would listen to the
"ticker" of the ages-put your ear
on the bosom of a child.
The real man is the watchdog of
his money, his secrets, and his tenn
per.
1t would richly repay some folks
to step in and get acquainted with
themselves.
There is one passion to which you
may make a complete surrender
the passion of a lofty ideal.
A heap of the worlds bad luck is
no more than a conjured makeshift
for Indifference and inability.
No man has the right to judge the
act of another unless he has the same
viewpoint. He must stand within
the range of the very motive that in
spired the act.
There is a waste}that enriches. The
sea is predigal with her waves, and
yet no lustre is lost from the stars.
Not n drop is missing from the
tides. Our riches are held in trust
for others.
There are songs unsung to harp or
lutte. The rhythmic years of a loving
ministry work out a refrain that
shall be caught up by the choirs that
linger along the shoreless
What an age this is! Everybody
straining for the ground floor; every
body pulling for advance informa-
ton; everybody trying to get a peep
behind the scenes.
In this day of frenzied rush, draw
aside into the profound silences and
commune with your inner sell
awhile. A faded pearl will regain It's
freshness if dipped into the sea once
more.
1t may be true that in union there
is strength. l have noticed in his.
tory, however, that the ideas which
have changed the trend of national
destinies were born in solitary brains
No play is we'll staged unless il
ends beautifully. When the curtain
falls the last act in life's drama ought
to linger with the world like the af.
ter-glow of a sun long since gone
| down.
A certain great artist kept high.
colored stones in his studio. Wher
he was working in pigments, and his
sense Of color began to weaken, he
said he had to bring his eye up te
tone. And-character will never
reach beyond that necessity.
A thing that costs you nothing car
have no value to you. For that reas
on the petted and pampered children
of the rich Outlines throw their in.
heritances to the winds in a DIES,
perate effort to waste it on them
selves.
There are only a few dark days ir
the year. Sorrow is soon gone; Joy
lasts forever. Most of our trials
make us wretched for a day, but
when we have slept we wake to fine
! them gone. Sometimes there is a
ghost that will not down.
The delta of the Mississippi is bu,
the confluence of a multitude OF
streams draining all that mighty ter
ritory between the Rockies and the
Alleghanies. And so the power tt
do great things is but the confluence
of a multitude of streams draining
all that mighty territory between the
! Rockies and the Alleghanies. And
so the power to do great things IL
but the confluence of innumerable
capacities for little things.
In your dreams have you never
read the sign: Lost: Somewhere be.
tween sunrise and sunset, two gold.
en- hours. each set with sixty diamond