The Elbert County tribune., 1908-06-18
Pulling Up Stakes

to two years Straight from the heart
OF n city to the seclusion of farm.
There could have been no more vivid
contrast; no more radical change. We
had gone from the clang of gongs. the
tives. the blare OF brass bands, the
doleful piping of corner bands, the
cries of newsboys, and the oboe honk
of the automobile horn to the piping
of crickets and the mathis of thrush
and robin, the warbling of bluebirds
and orchard orioles.
We had been thoroughly forgotten
by our friends in the city, and had
stepped tacitly to an unrecognized
place in the human procession where
there was no possibility of our being
numbered with those who are sup
posed TO lead the strenuous life"
Society. so-called. was merely an abb
straction; we were like those who
have been lodged on some secure
shelf on a cliff where they could see
the flood go by while they watched
and waited Two years before we had
been of that clamorous and unrefec-
tive mob. We had never lived for
the days as they came, but always
reached ont for some beckoning to-
morrow We had yearned for repose.
but the everyday grind of trivialIties
had burned up our time and eaten
away our vitalities.
Insensibly, in the city, we had
learned the lesson of imitation. For
however men and women hold fast to
their individuality, a constant attri-
ton of numbers OF their kind will
wear them to a certain extent alike,
as all pebbles are worn smooth by
the waters action. Custom, custom,
how that artful tyrant cows even the
boldest. How many a jeans-clad con-
gressman succumbs at last to the
Simian contour of the dress suit, The
days are very much alike In city;
always the frame presents the ident-
cal grays and blacks, the hard, bald
finish of metropolitanism.
The happiest natured take their
pleasures sadly there. The Mephis-
topheles of cynicism mocks them with
the old refrain. Eat, drink. and be
merry. for tomorrow you die" The
young grow old too fast; and the old
grow hardened rapidly. AS in certain
chemicals all things harden to petri-
faction, so the steady immersion of
man or a woman in city leads to the
deadenfng of the sensibilities. Apart.
ment lifel Was there ever anything
more artificial? Apartment life is
more than ordinarily similar in the
penitentiaries and the modern flats
But to live on a farm? How can
you live on a farm and not vegetate
or go crazy? Nine miles from a
lemon! What shuddery thought!
And yet remote as we were from the
OF the friends who at rare intervals
came to see us. How quickly the
crows feet seemed to creep about the
eyes of men whom l had expected to
see buoyant and hopeful as in bygone
days. What was that tiresome re-
frhin / had preached to me so often.
Were getting old" Who's getting
old, Speak for yourself John" Yes.
they do grow old in cities. and the
fountain of Ponce de Leon will never
spout from a public square.
Is Il worth a mans while to grow
old? doubt it! Rarely, in city
even, you will find man who has
steadily refused to give in to the
years; but ! believe you will always
find, on investigation, that this man
has renewed his youth from the fields
and woods. Age is a chilling of the
heart, not whitening of the tresses.
Never. my heart wilt thou grow old;
MY heir Is white. my blood turns cold,
An9 An; s,,b one by s,a one & my powers y, depart &
But the spirit Of youth is just as ap-
pareBs in the mind as in the body.
and you cannot preserve a youthful.
ness IT spirit by communing with the
beast- of the fielo. nor by turning
hermit; nor even by having those
near rou who are dearest to you. I'm
less rne is serenely ox-like iE ones
disporition. the stage. music. litera-
ture. sculpture, war, peace, strife, in
word life--will always hold an at
traction which keeps the mind alert to
the changes which are going on, and
which. by giving the brain it's needed
exercise, keeps elastic and vibrant the
tissues of the mind.
HunBe IN river inVigorates the
body. dusty and inert from toll and
waste of bodily energy. A dip in a
new book, n mingling for a short
space in crowd. night at the the
ater. an afternoon at a concert, even
a gay supper at some brilliantly light
ed ard music-stirred cafe will send
the dali blood spinning through the
yafns and drive AWAY nerplexfnp
thoughts of time and mortality.
But there amid those wide fields,
surrounded by hills and forests, there
was -he touch of peace, and there
was siso the lethean menace of Mir
vana. The march of the seasons was
one lSsgering panorama of green and
gold, or dusty scarlet and barbaric
xsloral-xa,: Each do, o s.icilaIa.