The Birmingham age-herald., 1910-10-09


 w blind.
 It was bitter blow to the boy.
 He had been great reader and at first gave up in despair. Then he de- termined that in spite of his blindness he would be of use in the world.
 His people, financially well off, were able to help him.
 Scorning to use the raised letter sys- tenn by which the blind learn to read, young Brown had everything read to him and substituted his memory for his eyes Sticking to his uphill task. he was grad uated from high school and prepared for college.
 He went to Harvard, taking the regu- lar classical course, and continued his, studies at the law school there. That he was careful student of the law is shown by the fact that of class of 200 Brown was graduated ahead of 1SS of them. It Is said his standing would have been even higher had not illness prevented some of his work. Brown is a good student" said his friends, "but he will not be able to prac- tice." But Brown did practice. Finding he could do his legal work much better by acting as his own secre- tary, he learned to operate typewriter. He is an expert on the machine. You cannot stop that sort of man. He will jump the highest hurdles. And so a short time ago he was appointed assist ant United States district attorney for New York.
 He got what was coming to him.
 And Brown is no mere counselor in the busy prosecutors office. He does the hardest sort of work-the preparation of briefs. pounding out the nterminable le- gal phraseology on his machine.
 And you?
 You have two good eyes.
 And yet you sometimes whine about your lack of fair chance in life. Let this blind mans heroic struggle put your complainings to shame.
 He had money, you say.
 Surely. And the more credit to him. Most young men of wealth and with good eyes choose to be drones because they do not need to work.
 Honor to this man who bravely sub stituted brains for eyes.
 When you begin to feel that the world is not good to you. think of the blind boy who made his own road map to success.
 Loving, LovabIe, Loved
 A gentle man lived.
 When he died the children who had known him in life gave of their pennies and nickels to build memorial to him. On the stone was carved this epitaph:
 Loving, 1ovable, loved"
 And this gentle man, who really lived and died, was worthy of the words.
 He was loving.
 He loved everybody and everything, the unlovely as well as the lovable, for there are no limits to a loving soul, and there is no end of its loving. So this man went on to the end loving the worthy and the unworthy. Particularly he loved children and animals and flow CTS. He could not pass a child without speaking to it, and he was never too busy to listen to it's prattle or soothe It's sorrows. Always in his pockets he car ried candy and bright pennies. Out in his garden he was sometimes seen to caress his flowers and even to speak to them Love flowed from him as naturally as water flows down the mountain side. Almost 1t could be said he was love per- sonified.
 He was lovable. Kindness and thoughtfulness marked his actions. Passing through swinging door he always looked to see if any fol-  room or gave his seat to another. Did stranger inquire, he would sometimes go a block or so to show the way AL ways in his back yard was water for the birds. And everywhere he showed "a glorious morning face" Little things, you say. And so they are, but in life's commonplaces the little things are the glint that reveal true character.
 He was loved.
 Which Is only saying that like must attract it's like. The innocent child, see ing the mans face reflection of it's own gentle purity, looked and was not afraid. On his approach a vagrant dog would wag its tail in sheer gladness, seeing in him one that understood. And the children? No prince ever drew after. him a more loyal retinue of retainers. Down the street he often used to come, little children clinging to his hands and surrounded by midget courtiers, royal procession.
 Loving, lovable, loved"
 So he lived and died and never achieved greatness nor wealth nor social prestige. And yet
 I should rather have lived his life than to be president of the United States.
 The Good Samaritans
 This is true story about Presby terian, a Catholic, a Methodist and Jew.
 It happened in the city of Des Moines, Ia.
 The Presbyterian, an old man, after few days of illness died.
 His next door neighbor on one side was a Hebrew, on the other side a member of the Methodist church, and the neighbor the second door away a Catholic.
 During his illness these neighbors took turns about calling for the old gentleman, whose wife was semi invalid.
 There was no help in the household save that rendered alternately by the Jew, the Catholic and the Meth odist, for this story did not occur in "the best part" of the city. All the parties were comparatively poor
 When the old man was dying there was neither minister nor priest at the bedside and the brok enhearte old wife asked if some one could not offer prayer.
 Revently the Methodist repeated the Lords prayer, and the others joined.
 Together the Methodist and Catholic and Jew prepared the body for burial and made all the arrangements for the interment.
 By request of the wife Presby tartar ,oinisfer was present at the fu-