The Neshoba Democrat., 1910-04-14

But you spoke about the farmer and
let us take one thing at time. Tho
steer will wait. That is a part of his
duty toward man. Don't let him out.
40 man in politeness. The greatest
thing about man is to teach some
other man somethin'. Each man is an
illustrator of life. And the farmer. in.
stead OF bein' the joke of the ignorant
folks that live in towns, ought to be
envied by the philosopher. He could
give at least half of his time in winter
to fruitful meditation, and in doing
this he would not only store up con-
tentment and pleasure for himself in
the future, but out of it might come
great benefit to mankind at large.
Thought is the food of the soul. re-
member when old Sam Porsey was
dyln. | don't suppose there was
poorer man in the neighborhood. But
some OF the shallow minded used to
reproach him for his happiness. They
said he was thoughtless. But the fact
IS that he had more of the right sort
OF thought than any man for miles
around. He worked hard, made a liv-
in and didn't grumble. That was
thought to be some sort of mental dis.
ease-the fact that he didn't com
plain; and joker told him he'd better
take somethin for it. He did. He tool
things as he found them and tried tt
make them better and more cheerful.
Well, when he was lyin' on his death
bed one of the neighbors asked him il
there was anything he particularly re.
GREETED. Yes he said, in lookin' back
remember an old niger who had the
rheumatic mighty bad. | went to his
cabin one night just before he died,
and in lookin' back recollect | forgot
to tell him he might be better next
day. Everybody thought that old
Sans mind was wanderin'. And it
Was-Wanderin' back to the time
when he had neglected to do poor
OLD fellow a moment Of good The
other day | passed through an old
| orchard where Sam was buried. The
apple tree above him is always the
! first one to bloom, and in it the s, eet
est slngin' birds make their nests
Nobody has tried to keep the grass
green, but it is green of itself: and
the wild flowers that grow there are
like psalms burstin' up out of the
ground. There's sermon, colonel
lie laughed nearly all of his life, and
now the weeds about his grave come
out IN summer time and with ther
blossom seem to be echoin' his merri
ment. The man that makes the weed
blossom is greater than the man that
causes the rose to die. Wait a minute
lhe Bible was written mostly for the
farmer. 1t is his book. We read il
and established liberty in England
The king said, oh, no; it is my book.
am the anointed. Pay me- But the
DOCK had taught the farmer to think,
and action was but natural out.
come"
Yes, that is all very true" said the
colonel arising. But now let us talk
about that steer. I am in hurry.
What is he worth?"
What do you suppose he's wortl ."
Llmuel replied. "He looks all right,
doesn't he?"
Yes, but steers are cheap" said
the colonel.
THAT may be: I'm not keepin' up
with them very close"
But what will you take for him."
Take for him? You said you want.
ed to talk about him and I've humored
you. The fact is, he jumped in there
just now to rest himself, and he
doesn't belong to me. Don't be in a
hurry, colonel; don't be snatched."
Copyright, by Opie Read.)