Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1910-05-10
THE SHADOW OF LUCK.
An Overdose of Philosophy Sometime
Makes a Coward Of Man.

Makes a Coward Of Man.
It was midnight. The sunshine
philosopher was seated il. his study
writing a few notes for his lecture
on How to Be Happy Though MIS-
erable" when the resounding clang
Of his front door bell went echoing
through the house.
"Humph." he muttered. "Who on
eartn can this be at such an hour and
on such night; I wonder? who's
there?" he hallooed through the Key
hole.
your brother jim. Hurry up!
"Why. Jim." cried the philosopher
opening the door. what on earth are
YOU doing out such a night as this
Come in: come in!'
In moment the two were slttlhs
before cracking log fire in the
philosophers library.
I've come over to get a little ad-
vice. Bill" said the visitor. II am IN
all sorts of trouble"
"Oh. nonsense, JIM said the 9TH
er. There needn't be any trouble
for anybody in this world. What ii
III is dark here? The sun is shining
in the east
"Now, hold on a minute. Bill, said
the visitor. II don't give rap 1ol
the state Of the weather out in Homo
lulu; I'm here and I'm worried to
death. First place, / have a note
coming due for $500 tomorrow morn
ing, and I haven't 81 left in the bank
Second place, Snipperton, the tailor
has served a writ on me for my Dill
that has been running since 1905. and
Iif I don't pay I've got TO go to court
on supplementary proceedings and
explain why Third, I got notice
from headquarters this morning tha'
after the first of next month
"There's no use of your going on
Jim," said the sunshine philosopher
you might keep on giving me. lls'
of your troubles from now until the
crack of doom, but it wouldn't alter
the situation one atom. The principle
upon which / live is simply tha'
trouble can't exist while the world Is
full of sunshine. If it doesn't hap
pen to be visible it doesn't make the
least difference. 1t is there. genial
sweet, invigorating, just the same
That marvellous orb from time I'M
memorial has been pouring out us
great stores of mellow light upon this
earth necessarily. unremittingly. Not
once has it taken a day off from the
beginning of recorded time"
Yes" said Jim, land there have
been clouds, too, since
They prove my points" said the
philosopher You don't mean to say
for an instant, do you, that because
there happens to be a sky full o'
clouds therefore the sun in all it,
glowing majesty has ceased shining
Really. Jim, you know better than that
and YOU know YOU know better. Thi
clouds pass away. No day is so darF
land gloomy and dismal that sooner
| or later the sun does not pierce th'
clouds, dissipating them into thin
| IGlmy wells of footless mist. Get you1
mind in tune with this idea, my BOY
Does the night envelop you? Some
where the sun is shining. Are the
heavens black with clouds? Beyon'
scars the orb Of day Let TINS De
your philosophy, my boy, ana al
| these affections of which you speal
Twill pass away. or even If their on
ward passage is slow you can at leaS
comfort yourself with the though
| that calm follows in the wake of the
storm and that on the trail of trouble
there will inevitably follow the fruc'
| tifyinS rays Of
do YOU mean to tell me. Bill VIM
plcton," cried the visitor. that there
is sunshine enough in this world tt
handle such case as mlne-mlne
who must meet that note. who mus
pacify SnippertOn and whose job a
lthe"-
"All Of that I mean to tell you ant
more. JIM" said the philosopher
| There's enough to cover your trou'
bleS raised to the nth power of in
fnty"-
An right. Bill" said the visitor
rising and putting on his hat. IL
that's the case I'll go home and res
|my mind. It's after midnight. anC
| Judge that bed is the place for me
But before I go do me just one little
favor. will yOu?"
"Anything | can do, Jim" said Tho
philosopher kindly.
eco upstairs and ask your wife tC
lend me her parasol To go home with
| will yOu?" he asked. 81 don't wan
to be sunstruCk on my way back. -
Harper'S Weekly.