The Marion daily mirror. (Marion, Ohio) 1892-1912, 1909-05-08


ried, crude work
crude because of the unceasing, end
less, rapid grind, the insatiate greed
OF the empty columns that must be
filed. For six years he had written a
column of special matter each day
while managing and editing maya
zine. And now. despite the realization
that he was doing himself an injury
by forcing so much work, he was 10th
TO say good by to all those readers
who had become as a great congrega'
tion to him. Somehow, there seemed
TO be a something tangible between
them and him. tie that bound.
AS he trlhed with the typewriter
keys, his mind wandered away to the
ten him how every day she read his
stories and his poems and his para
graphs and how she had been helped
and entertained and her life made
happier thereby And the boy from
-! He, too, had joyed in the poems
OF boyhood and in the stories and
jests.
CbV us Ohb AhtIt Duobth III lNNlC"
the kind words written and spoken by
those who thought to stop and express
their appreciation. There had been
some harsh words. too, but the young
man shut his lips firmly and waved
them aside. What did he care for
critics? It was no sorrow to leave
critics--but to leave friends-ah, how
different!
With grave face the young man
left the house and started up the road
to the station. A squirrel he had
known chattered loudly after the re-
treating figure. The neighbor's dog
skulked homeward with look of sor-
row in his eyes. The young man had
patted him kindly upon the head-and
ordered him home!
But ahead, in a linden tree gros-
beak piped his lay joyously, a stray
cat trotted after the writer and rubbed
her shiny coat against his trousers
leg. In the east the sun was break
ing through cloud Of milky white
ness and the sweet breath of blossom.
ing wild grape waited across his nos.
trils.
Before him lay ambition and desire,
bigger chance at bigger game.
With smile upon his face, the young
man pressed onward confidently. He
was young and there was yet much to
do, much TO overcome! At the brow
of the hill, he turned backward upon
the scene of his labors and whispered,
softly;
"Gude NIGHT. and joy he wi you a."
o @ o
The Imperfect Pilgrim.
have home. Though palmer bound
For holy lands pine for II,
j know ITS sheltering walls around
The hearth, aud lamp that shine for II,
The door apart.
! shall return by wii!dward seas
And blue shores OF lllyria
To ind II hlled with melodies
From Eden, beyond Syria.
1t is thy heart.
Arthur Cotton.
O o o
Field OF Honor Commission.
Perhaps wit is stimulated by a
slight arrangement OF the nerves, and
good things said on the field OF battle
are sometimes recorded When Bully
Egan" fought Curran with pistols the
bulky Egan complained that his op
ponent was as thin as blade OF grass
"Let my size be chalked out upon your
body" said Curran. "and any hits out
side of the line shall not count"
II was not good form, however, "a
make a parade Of magnapimity. and
the coxcombical practice OF firing ia
the air or dumb shooting" or "chil
dren's play" was strictly prohibited by
the rules. OF which SO were drawn VI
by representatives OF the five most
eminent countries--Galway Tipperary
Mayo, Sligo and Roseommon-in 1777
They met at the summer assizes al
Cionmel and seem to have done theiI
work very gravely and honestly, in
cluding a special rule for simple, un
premedltated encounters with the
small sword" There is a large ele
ment OF absurdity about it all, nc
doubt. but even dueling has had It's
place as a rough, inefiicient test OF
manhood. Blackwoods Magazine.
o. o o
The Uncertain Future.
Harry Lauder tells OF canny Scot
whose peighbor met him fitting. The
Scot had wife and children and house
hold furniture piled atop a wagon and
he was soiemnly driving his one horse
all tho street 80 ye're fittin'?'
say the neighbor. Il am. want "a
be Il lr me work. "And where's yer
iobYh Il haven't got one yet"
BYRON WILLIAMS.