Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1911-01-12

let us take one thing at time. The
steer will wait. That is part of his
duty toward man. Don't let him out.
do 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 1t might come
great benefit to mankind at large.
Thought is the food Of the soul. l re-
member when old Sam Porsey was
dyin'. l don't suppose there was a
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 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 took
things as he found them and tried to
make them better and more cheerful.
Well, when he was lynn 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. l 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 1t
was-wanderin' back to the time
when he had neglected to do a 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 1t the sweet.
est singln' birds make their nests.
Nobody has tried to keep the grass
green,-but 1t is green of itself; and
the wild flowers that grow there are
like psalms burstin' up out of the
ground. There's sermon, colonel.
He laughed nearly all of his life. and
now the weeds about his grave come
out in summer time and with their
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.
The Bible was written mostly for the
farmer 1t is his book. We read it
and established liberty in England.
The king said, oh, no; 1t is my book.
! am the anointed. Pay me- But the
book had taught the farmer to think,
and action was but q natural out
come"
Yes, that is all very true" said the
colonel arising. "But now let us talk
about that steer ! am in hurry.
What is he WORTH"
What do you suppose he's WORTH"
Limuel 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 totalk 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 Ready