Norwich bulletin., 1922-04-15
THE MAN WHO TALKS

 was compelled to cultivate that bit of land to keep hunger from the door, aI- though he was not a tiller of the soil by trade. In order that nothing might go to waste he put all the odds and ends into one corner of his land to make compost heap that would enrich the soil for next years production. When all was done he gathered his neighbors and friends together. saying Rejoice with me, for 10, and behold a mighty heap is here; it will rot during the winter and in the spring I shall not have to spend my earnings on phosphates and potash and lime and harness up trffdons of bac- teria to capture enough nitrogen in the air to create sufficient acid phosphates, for here Is the substance that will bring forth harvest a hundred fold Ai- though the householder did not say it, but he gave this impression: See what a, wise guy am I p
 After certain days spring arrived, and the householder. with fork in hand, proudly approached his compost heap. And when he saw how big and round and smooth it was he had visions of a fruitful garden. With pride he jammed l his fork into it, and To and behold it was very soft. What naeaneth thfs?'' 1 he said in great surprise. Tt ought to be hard and solid" But his heart sank | within him when he found that it was 1 soft clear to the bottom Then in anger l he exclaimed An enemy hath done l this!" and he was dead right, for while he was eating and drinking and boasting ] about his compost heap a family of blind moles, consisting of father and mother | with seven children. together with the mothers parents, had found for them selves comfortable home in his conn | post heap, and had honeyconbed it in an effort to lay out a city in streets and squares. The compost heap had not rot | ted. Moral: Don't boast of doing a thing until you really get there!
 I am not going to let those ground moles get away quite so easily. In fact. | they didn't get away at all I have had a whack at the boastful householder, and now he gets a whack at them. As ] this is impartial history, the truth com pels me to say that his ire was aroused to the nth degree and he spake accord | ingly, the character of which is not necessary to this narrative But he swung his fork as though his life depend 1 ed upon it. The seven little nloles, Stffl in the innocent period of childhood, iIn- mediately were swept beyond the "smi1- Ing and the weeping" The same terrible fate met the aged grandparents, but the
 
 these useless moles were blind, as most useless things are. If some progenitor of this mole family had kept out of com post heap; in fact, if all their ancestors , had not preferred darkness rather than light. blindness would not be the curse oi
 the mole family. Whether we are people or moles. if we do not use what we have in time it will be taken away. We must
 keep out of the compost heap.
 The word "die-hard" is entering oul English language as a vernacular mode ]. , of expression. IL is very significant. Int : word was first applied to those who were insistent in opposing legislation, the ex
 tren1e examples of which are found ir
 the senate of the United States ant
 among certain factions in the Irish tHr
 mof. They are certainly putting up ? tremendous fight against the inevitable 7 The "die-hards," however, are quite nu Q merous. Take winter. for example. tha. 1 has to have a. few lingering spasns be F fore its life is extinct Is it not partfcu larly true in regard to bad habits, tha are so tenacious of life? They are tn
 'die-hards' of the moral world. To illus
 trate, take the appetite for alcoholi I drink. The main reason why prohibition : is so hard to enforce is because the ap
 petite for rum is so hard to die T.
 break some people of their habits yo1 i, would have to break their necks We al . 1 of us have some habits that are "die . hards.'
 To fuIy realize the utter disreear
 some people have to the value of f1uma ! life, one need not hark back to the crut
 days of ancient Rome when Nero wa Fl Caesar, but can see it right on our oW ;. Franklin square. From a trolley windo1 v the following was seen: An automobil
 backed out of Q side alley on to the side walk and stopped. Several school chi ' dren waited a moment for it to clear tn vay. As it did not. they started to pas 1 on, but as they were directly in it's pat f the machine shot backward, and struck h little mite of a fellow right over the ey,
 He was knocked down, and the woun v bled profusely, but almost rniraculeus1 | he was not run over. The driver did nc
 blow his horn and did not stop to SC | the injury he had done. He must hay ' known that he had hurt the child, for tn . 1 little fellows screams could have bee # heard two blocks away. For such hear e lessness one can find a parallel only i
 the organism of ancient Rome To rt V yoke the license of such a driver woul - be too soft a punishment.
 e Nature revels in boundary lines. N l. see them between all of her grand d L. visions. Go anywhere over the earth 5 usrface and yo7 will come sooner
 later, to use political term, to SO
 of Mason and Dixon line. As the moui
 tain sometimes rises very abruptly out
 the plain, and is easily distinguished fro | it; as the river is never confounded vii the land through which it flows as u
 island with it's budding and fowerir d vegetation is never confused with u n surrounding element, so also the sprin
 time, in spite of it's strange everIappin
 is distinct from winter and seems to gro if out of it. In ancient times stone mon is ments were built as boundary lines b tween provinces, a custom which prevaI -' with us only on smaller scale, as SC,
 in stone markers between towns al
 states.
 lg But tbs d,v;siou bs+wasn th. ..s,or h7 and particularly between winter al IT, spring, is peculiar No stone monurne
 or other device of man marks the bou
 dary line. It is voice. or rather a UT is son of voices, whose song is winter to valedictory This song admits of into by pretation, if we only give little play
 our fmagination-as the poets do. T
 style of the music gives us the keyne on to the character of the song. It is or imagination to say that a finely train ,s musical ear can detect melody in ma u of natures sounds quite apart from t
 songs of the birds. This voice is r
 where dirge in which spring 1ameI ls- the death of it's predecessor. It Is nev es and nowhere a funeral minor to be su et- only in the presence of death. It is moi by single theme developed only on the low
 register of natures grand organ. It
 rather glorious Hallelujah Chorus ru fir ming through all the octaves known | DlUS1Hdl q