The Neshoba Democrat., 1910-05-05

8ANlSHsR6 healed.
1t occurred once to me, writes DR..
Frank Crane in the Chicago Tribune,
to look into the Bible to see if | could
not find some hint as to how | might
be able to invade this profitable field.
l found little about medicine in the
book, but one verse struck me forci-
bly,. | have not been able to get away
from 1t since. 1t is a saying of the
man who is called the wisest man who
ever lived, King Solomon. 1t runs:
"A merry heart doeth good like
medicine"
Now, 1t is singular that the old king
never said anything about having
merry wife. She doeth good like
medicine, no doubt, but Solomon did
not say SO. Perhaps he had too many
wives, and did not want to discrim-
mate. Nor did he speak of a merry
husband, which is also a good possess
sion; nor a merry job, nor merry cir
cumstances of any kind.
Mirth Always Usable.
Laughter expands the lungs, helps
digestion, drives away brain fag and
prevents the deopilation of the spleen
Whatever that may be. And mirth
is always usable. Most of our troubles
are borrowed; from the past, in the
shape OF remorse or regret; and from
the future, in the shape of apprehen-
sion. The present is always tolerable.
Perhaps you have heard the story
of the Happy Mans Shirt? 1t is good
enough to tell again, however:
There was once king who was
smltten with melancholy, so that he
was like to die. All the physicians
and astrologers were called in to coun-
sci, but no one could give remedy. At
last wise man said: THE king will
get we'll if he will sleep all night in
happy mans shirt
So they sent out through the palace
for a happy man, that the king might
borrow his shirt. But not one could
they find; not one who would say with
out the least reservation: Il am hap
py." Then they searched the city and
with no better results. And then they
secured the whole country through it's
length and breadth and still could not
find happy man.
At length little company of cour.
tiers We're returning deiectedly from
their quest, and as they rode along
the highway they saw beggar man
sitting on the grass by the roadside
and laughing softly to himself.
THAT man seems happy though he
be beggar,' they said one to anoth-
er. And if we can find none other he
must perforce do"
Then they called to him: "Hullo.
sir-rah! Are you happy?"
"Oh, yes," replied the beggar, Il am
happy. Why not?"
But you are a beggar, are you not :?
You don't know where you are going
to get your dinner, do you?'
mo. But why worry? | had a good
breakfast, and it isn't dinner time
yet"
"Then," said they, you are the man
we are looking for And they told
him of the kings malady. bade him
give them his shirt and promised that
it should be returned to him full OF
gold.
At that the beggar man lay back on
the grass and laughed until the tears
stood in his eyes.
Come, sirrah," cried the impatient
courtiers, I'VE have no time for parley.
Off with your shirt! Else we will jerk
it off,
Hold on, gentlemen, hold on" ex-
claimed the beggar, mot so fast. That's
just what l was laughing about.
haven't any shirt"
His Eyes Opened.
So they told the king, and the king
had sense enough to perceive that hap
piness does not come from the shirt
you wear nor the bed you lie upon,
nor silken coverings, nor beautiful
house, nor any other of these outward
things, but from the heart, and he
was cured.
Never take your troubles to bed
with you. Worry is the worst bedfel-
low. Hang your troubles over the back
of chair with your trousers, or drop
them in glass of water with your
false teeth; some one may get in and
rob you during the night, and then
you can start out in the morning with
new troubles, new trousers, new teeth,
everything new
A still better way is to get all your
troubles on the table before you, all
the sins you're sorry for, all the ca
lamities you dread, all your sickness,
your debts and your grudges; and
then get all your wifes, and your hus-
bands, and your relatives trouble,
and your city's, and states and ma
tions-pile them up on the table; then
s.and over them and weep until you
have watered them with your tears
sufficiently to knead them into a big,
round ball; and then take the ball
up into your room, and drop them into
the bottomless pit of your heavenly
Fathar'c love and care which vou will