The Washington herald. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1906-1939, 1915-03-14
PILGRIM JOE
His Tintypes Bring Both Joy and Sorrow.

= Then the old man fell to weepin' and
leaned up agin the wagon and felt
sorrer in my heart. I was about to
speak words of comfort to him when
he says:
"Pilgrim. I knowed I wasn't purity.
but this is too much. If l am the crit
| ter this makes me out to be it's no
use Twin any longer. If you was a
man with soul you'd have cheered
me up. instead of castin me down.
and you shall perish with me-.
lifted his arms and sailed into me. He
was an oldish man. but his muscles
Were hard and his sand was plentiful.
! fit him according to the rules of
, before he reposed on his back and an
nounccd that he had had enough.
Then l damned him for the sake OF
his mother. and chusged him in the
cause of morality, and I cuffed his ears
and babe him remember that honor
was a bulwark which could not be
overcome. BY and by he stood on his
of enthusiasm was not in his heels.
nor was there a well-spring of happi-
ness in his heart. When he was far
on. and as the old boss logged and the
graSShopper hunted his head aGin the
cork in the bottle / found myself eX-
claimin':
TT is not the wealth We lay up in
the bank that brings happiness. but
clC lr conscience maketh a man to glow
in his soul"
And also:
rel. but if the other fellow refuses
to argue. then swing your right for
his jaw and put him to sleep
And also:
Humility becometh man at all
times. but don't be so humble as to let
every old critter get away with you"
And when we had logged a mile or
more we came to the sod house of a
nj and the rra " 10
door was woman whose eyes were
red with Weeping.
Woman: what is thy sorrer:" l ask
ed as I halted my outfit
Il am a widder-woman," she replied
she wipes her weepin' eyes.
How long is it since you laid the
partner of your bosom away
Seven years or more.
Then you ought TO have got over
weepin by this time. ! believe that
most of EN- cease to weep after the first
year
But I'm not weepin' for my old
man says she as she braces up a bit.
What fills my heart with sorrow is
the fact that no second husband comes
along. Other wilder women are get
tin married every week. but no one
seems TO want me: I'm hNin here
alone and workin' this claim with my
own hands"
Then I looked at her long time.
and | noticed that her shoulder was
Topped. her nose turned up and her
mouth cut on the bias. There was
no beauty about her. but she was
c""d-hearted and sorrered to become an
ivy Clingin to a sturdy oak. | there
fore got down my camera and posed
her picturesquely as possible and
took her tin-type. AS 7 handed il to
her the rapture of her soul was reveal
ed in her face. There was smiles and
laughter and rejoiCin for she had dis
covered that she was beautiful to look
upon.
And | will do yet more" said. as
she heaped blessings upon my head.
whenever and wherever / meet a
lone critter as | so on my way l will
show him one OF these tin-types and
bid him make haste and secure the
ma trimonial prize before all others"
She wept again. but this time it was
for her great joy and gratitude. Thus
l left her to jog along in the lengthen-
ing Shadders of the summer afternoon.
and as / logged ! reflected:
Had | bin rich I should not have
met the old guyasticatis and thumped
higher and nobler thoughts into his
mind.
Had I bin great | should not have
been in the tin-type business. and the
wilder woman would still be weepin'
and lamentin.
Therefore. aim not at riches and
strive not for greatness. but by the aid
of Integrity and Humility lift up your
f"llowmen and add to the Happiness
of the whole world