The Lakeland evening telegram. (Lakeland, Fla.) 1911-1922, 1917-07-17
! he Bronze and the
Human Heart
0y ALAN HlNsDALE

aAieo Tor the man ~ nas oeei
Joel u 'I'ah any other person. WIFI; Will
town 'pblilngsworth did much for t th'
sn anu H., ne did not do anyth, ro' IN IN
foupG Il,l N It excepting himself ~ ~
t tTuuaed the Holllngsworth '' ,n.., ~
s slyn ana endowed it for the wn nsetu
MANKIND research Its bereats +,
not partio, "efe Intended to be general
to TO- particular, and the real desisn , u u
4 4 pefpetuate the name 80 I,, wa'
gronn, ~, -, on circular blot q,
brou und Just within its gates s So - !
PEDESTAL. o"'iuer on lofty
t REPRESENTED man Ma ,,a,.,
Z; a,eSsNe' " no means modast - ~. -
under bu>hel 80 us iieht
one Gay Edgar Walker ) vo,,, >
A" seventeen years Of age MI nass
mg through the town IF ,Ia,, pass
" "Dt,n llis worldly effects tied NJ j. !
q c,tr, haAdAer A.t, Oh his way 10
: q, NY near b}, where he hoped j. m ~ :
- I' loi'uhe' His way led him ~ ~
~, tloiuhss~orth Institution. and nans.
ny, ne looked through tie yiIaad i pas,
~ ~, 'he gates at the noble pile with;n
- S EYES imally resting on the statu.
OF Its founder. y ''a' nc
- 'e"tiis . moan behind him. he turn-
IA 80 saw slrl about eight wears
oiu crying. Turning, he asked har wha,
.ouoieu her She told him thot ber
mother had sent her 70 tha s,,na .'..,
siiFer dollar to make some nurchosa,,
ana she had lost ii
NOW. Edgar Walkers cani,a, -
"hich he proposed to found his For
,uie was exactly 81. Taking it from
us pocket, he offered il TO tho DIV,
one one drew back, stopped crying and
WIN changed expression said.
1T would be mean for ma - 80,
run boy with holes In his
SHOES even as u gift. My father saws
lhat the man who built all these huild
ihgs used to take money from ANYBODY
ne could get It out of. | won't do that
no matter what need"
Inc girl Went on her way. and Ed.
gar passed ON through the town dream
ing OF the fortune he would mako how
lie would make it and what he would
DO with il after It was made
me years Went by The nuble n,lo
called the lIollingsworth institution
stlil rose high over the town that NOS.
tied about it Joel IIollingsworth in
bronze still stood With folded arms
within the gate, conscious 0f his no.
billy of soul. An occasional passer
still stopped to peer between the bars
me particular lasScr who gazed one
summer afternoon Just before sunset
was Prosperous looking gentleman
a few years short Of forty
Hearing musical laugh behind him
he turned and saw a woman between
twenty five and thirty with girl some
twenty years her junior whose resem-
blance to her indicated that the child
was her daughter
Come mamma" said the girl, tug.
n NJ hnr In
the green grass and the flowers and the
trees and the pretty walks
The woman Yielded, and the two
stood beside the man. mother and child
gazing on this beautiful home Of sci :,
ence, the man gazing upon the girl.
Madam, he said, twenty years ago
| was looking through the bars Of this
gate when hearing some one weeping
behind me, | turned and saw that
child She said that her mother had
given her dollar with which to make
purchases and she had lost It offer
ed her tile only dollar possessed, and
she declined 1t, saying that she would
not be SO mean as the man standing
there in bronze Can 1t be that she
ceased from that time to develop and
is still a child"
II am or was the child replied the
mother. who had lost the dollar and
who declined your kind offer ] grew
10 womanhood married and became
a widow. This child is my daughter
| have not forgotten the boy who Of
fared 10 supply my loss, and be has
ALWAYS existed In my mind as the an
rhodes Of the man u bronze.
and | have remembered your re-
mark, about the bronze heart Of this
man was going TO the city to enter :
mon nv nfes career | resolved that
Il could mol make a fortune without :
rr,,a,np nv fellow beings, without re
FrsI,g rho POOR and lowly, would get
~ without enc have come within
osonable bounds Of keeping ny reso-
in,,on have made money but | at
..s,.,ta a 70 a natural gift for business Y
rather than to H., with a boo-hoo'
.p 49,. lOG a very profession
EVENING" susan Crofoot