Bisbee daily review., 1909-04-29


 nciling mart and it's prizes. I want 10 forget fame and fortune and sue cess. I want to breathe pure air and feel the springing resistance of leaf | mold under my feet.
 Arriving home, I get into a pair of tall lace boots that reach to my knees, tuck my trousers into the boots, don l a decidedly disreputable soft hat and oil my heart and my hinges by walk 1 ing through the woods and over the ] meadows. I 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 I am restoring what the ! city has torn down, plan things about my business, about my real work and | about success. To be sure, l haven't exactly double hitch on success. but l have firted with the fairy fay and l know what her face looks like!
 When I am worried and disheart- ened down town, know exactly what will put ginger into my anatomy and my spirit. I know where the violets bloom and the spotted adders wave gracefully in the woodland breeze. 1 know where the rivulet sings and the lake laps affectionateiy on the shore. l 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 sud ooisca sumac thrive on the hills nut my home
 And spesSing of the sGmac, what glory II IS in the fall. when the frost has touched it. Tho mills are aflsme with Gre-and af1s- had learned the difference between the common sumac and the poisonous yariety-I went ont with spade and dug up a clump of the showy shrubs and placed them near my workroom window where I can look on them in the flaming sea. son,
 All about me are things that l may plunder and pre5eTve We'll I know that the onconing 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 g cottage CT a mansion. The days are numbered when I may have 9 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 in handsful of violets in season. And shall always have vioiets. for I have transplanted them in quantities in my yard and given them the run of a nook where they can be as wild as they please. It does not do to disturb the wild flowers too much. They cannot stand civilization. hence my win that they be left undisturbed along ny fence, An. the tonic of the woods and the meadows, the songs of the birds and the winging of the clouds, This is freedom and Iifei But it is sweete- to take it as I do. as a tonic for the | greater work down town. the work | that strives to build and create and make glad and comfortable, Isn't it too bad" cried a 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 eountry?" Tt is, indeed.T replied-and my | heart was true to the acquiescer eel
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 On the Wing. Do not try to please every cody, else | you will soon be woTn-out weather vane. There is never an excuse for man saying he cannot do thing. until he has tried No man ever lived who was able to | break Cupid and Psason to the same | double harness. I love the good will of n,y fellowa. | not for what It may bring me. but be cause it Is their good win. As the stream is always purer at it's | source. so Is the man most innocent | in childhood. The rest comes at the | mill.
 BYRON WILLIAMS.