The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1909-03-08
mold under my feet.

mold under my feet.
Arriving home, / get into a pair OF
tall lace boots that reach to my knees,
tuck my trousers into the boots, don
a decidedly disreputable soft hat and
oil my heart and my hinges by walk
ing through the woods and over the
meadows. | locate trees for trans
planting, think out plans for beautify-
ing "Sesamere' and steal renewed en-
ergy for the next day down town.
And while | am restoring what the
city has torn down, plan things about
my business about my real work and
about success. To be sure, | haven't
exactly double hitch on success, but
have fiirted with the fairy fay and
know what her face looks like!
When l am worried and disheart-
ened down town, know exactly what
will put ginger into my anatomy and
my spirit | know where the violets
bloom and the spotted adders wave
gracefully in the woodland breeze.
know where the rivulet sings and the
lake laps affectlonately on the shore.
I know where the wild tangles are
and where the bittersweet and the
woodbine twine their tendrils. ! have
learned without suffering for the ex-
perience that poison ivy and poison
sumac thrive on the hills about my
home.
And speaking of the sumac, what
glory It is in the fall, when the frost
has touched It. The hills are aname
with fre-and after | had learned the
difference between the common sumac
and the poisonous VARIETY went
out with spade and dug up a clump
of the showy shrubs and placed them
near my work.room window where /
can look on them in the flaming sea
son!
All about me are things that / may
plunder and preserve. Well ! know
that the oncoming foot of civilization
will tread to death the shrubs and the
flowers that flourish on these hills.
Soon every hollow and every hilltop
will bear cottage or a mansion. The
days are numbered when | may have
great park all about me-and some
Of the beauties of the park must be
transplanted to "Sesamere."
Think of It, you who slave In the
cogging mart, ! can walk across the
street from my home and bring i'm
handsful of violets in season And
shall always have vioets, for have
transplanted them in quantities in my
yard and given them the run of nook
where they can be as wild as they
please. II does not do to disturb the
Wild flowers too much. They cannot
stand civilization hence my will that
they be left undisturbed along my
fence!
All, the tonic of the woods and the
meadows, the songs of the birds and
the winging of the clouds! This is
freedom and life! But it is sweeter
TO take it as / do, as a tonic for the
greater work down town, the work
that strives to build and create and
make glad ana comfortable!
Isn't 1t too bad" cried fine Ger.
man friend who dwells in a cottage
across the lake from me, that every.
body who works in the city cannot
live in the country"
1T Is, indeed!" | replied-and my
heart was true to the acquiescence
o % o.
On the Wing.
Do not try to please everybody, else
you will soon be a worn.out weather.
vane.
There is never an excuse for a man
saying he cannot do thing, until he
has tried.
No man ever lived who was able to
break Cupid and Reason to the same
double harness.
love tho good will Of my fellows,
not for what It may bring me, but be-
cause It is their good will.
As the stream is always purer at its
source, 50 Is the man most innocent
In childhood Tho test comes at the
mill.
BYRON WILLIAMS.