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1 ' m .,-;.'' . . '1-- f ; . ,.; 444 4644444 444 4 4444a K V ; .1 ' S4444444S! 4if4 l i : Hii A u. i.iul j rvuuj tt j scrip....! t-j cr , .re-. . opopppppppppppppf J Madison County K rd ' ' ' ' ' WIS. i EUbIiih4 Ma; 1, 19Ut CONSOLIDATED NOV. I, IHI - , - - ,- ?"' ;' r.-y '" i . ' 9P999999P9999P?9 9999 ' 1 11 ' - " ' ' THE O N L Y J4 E V P A PE R ?UDLISIIED IN MADISON COUNTY VOL XXI MARSHALL MADISON COUNTY, N. C. FRIDAY. OCTOBER 3rd, 1924 No 49 The; Happiest Per i son I Ever Knew By irvizgBacheilor v Author cf lEben Ko'dcn 4A ( Man for tha AVes "In Jhe r Days of Poor Richard," etc ; i : - ,'' . f ' if. r ., :i FOR many years I have- been witching the-pursuH of happi nesi. What a beating 1 bushes! what , a scurring ' hither and thither I. have Iscvil It would appear "that most people ,regard Happiness as a K.inu ?l wiia ay ... ' bit, which hey must hunt and ' . capture'.' TheV 'frulsue ' it wiih . korses anc houndsnd ships and . "high powered tia's They stop at no" expense ' 4. f -; , Yet 1 iav not known a r pur suer to capture Happiness. All of them return to' lheif home dis ; , appointed. Often after, search- inj the forld for her, tlieyhave found the Antfel waiting for . them on tneir own doorsteps, and j v she has welcomed them,' and for i i day or two they have been fill Jed with the ligiit of her , couet tnance. 1 .. ' -. -"Atliist" Jh6y say, "we have captured 'her." -" ' ' 1 ' -; . - Then, suddenly she is gone! '.; j"V7hat we need is mote money . : " and a bi srcFr Kousi!" ""some - of . ; them jha' 'ajdiOfi'.hiJ Ihaaj , ieen t tdo.ccmmoni)iear ytlf I v 'bad afiother husband, or of er ,; :wifeseon;hj)Tean. ; cJ me and my.freat purppserthen ceoj, aid Jt am sure.;. she ,would ttiy with me?' ' ' - . All these incidents 6 f , the chase I have witeessed and the tragic failures which have fol.J lowed them I have come to tnink that i,o one ,wno , pursues I Happiness can ever hope tp ) catch her. UHEN I was a young , man I began to look for those who had solved thu great t secret I saw much -unhappine s in the big city . I was rather unhappy myself among strangers' A suc cessful business man befriended me .7 He wa a well dressed man cheerful 'a V a respected. ; He gave freely of his time and sub- itancc to netptnepoor. nenaa a might trembjing when a.handsoma. and devoted fe. a!threateued t . luxurious florae, , ana oeauuiui children. I said to myself : , "Here is s a happy man." Then one night . -he came late to , my lodging?, his face pale and drawn, hU eyeslof human nature ; , haggard. And he told me the story of his Itfe; , t Wheu he was a young man he hadtaken a crime upon himself, to save Ms, father, and had ser , Ved a term in prison. For years he had been paying blackmail to ' keep hi3 family ; from v disgrace. At last it, was going to "over whelm them. lie had learned that a certain newspaper had the story ,-m type , and would - print it next morning . Would I S3'e what I could do? -1 went to the oifil-e of the paper, " and,th j .' sfiory was- kiile j; but always was like one living und.ra cloud ful - 6f whirhvinds and thunderbolts. tlis' happiness came and went, all because he was In need of courage, I think. So I conclud ed Yhat to le happy one must be free of fear; assm-ed that the man one is, not the man one has been, 1 is ',. of . vital , importance. Tliis poor fellow mlly has some i r son to feel a pride in his dark ' ,.:ret; but the thought of his n ..f L ;r.tOLVlSMGlMEKINS' : -Republican Candidate for Governor The Greatest Political Orator in the South 1 ..: ... October 4th, i:bb O'clock P. M, ' i V. v 1 . A - 4. - . Mars " ' GRAND RALLY MUSIC' BY GOOD: BAMED'- - - . ; '.- -v.-'; -."A' ,; f.', ' 7.'.;. , Very Truly Yours, : '2 . ; J, WILLROiBEpTS, ;. v Chairman Ninth District Republican Ex. Committee. , Wife an(1 chiferen sho'ok him with n THERE was one man above . all others "whom I wanted to meet. No other author of m.v time had so stirred the great deeps He was an inexhaustible fountain of jov His jocose spirit had swept over the earth; and as it touched the hearts of men they had been like reeds shaken by the wind. It would have been hard to find a civilized man ' who bad , not laughed at the . drolleries o f Mark Twain. . "He must be the happiest man in the worlJ," I said to. myself. I went to see him, one day, at his home in Hartford. If I re member tightly inwas in wint er of 1SC3. He was iu a room up-stairs, with a billiard table in the middle c t. I thought him one of the v saddest-looking men I had ever met! Of course it was a serious matter to have 1 a timid your.ster breaking" into the china shop of his , meditat ions. He sat with his feet on a indaV sir. ' ahd gaid that for v::!:s he h-i. been unable to vrit3 tnythbg fit or a better f :3 thri feedins the fireplace. IIe j.ai f ; j the fireplace untU Je '1 n J:l.J Hill. - At Night 1'' ' Especiallysrthe Ladies was sick of It. -His stuff burn' well. That was all he could say for it.- .r v'O'v ..-v' v He was in a) beautiful; home with a devoted wife and child ren, yet he did not look or talk like a happy man i ? I said to myself: "This is only the mood of an hour, ' due possibly to :rry . ; presence . Give him a . chance, and I am sure he could be the happiest of men y Somo years later he came ' to luncheon w ith me at a little Bo hemian clu ) organized by Steph en Crane aud Ed ward Marshall, Willis .Hawkins and mysalf, all editors or special writers on the metropolitan pres3: He had that same sad look that I had observed in . Hartford, e v e n when he bad a hot Scotch hi nis stomtchanl arfother in his hand, with a box of his favorite cigars on the tabouret beside him ' and a genial glow .In t ho fireplace. In a drawling,; melancholy tone, hesaid to mie: " : "Bachellec, l am always care ful about the end of a story. I tryo put a ; double snapper - at the tnd one to Start the effect I am seek'na:, the other, to pro long it. 'I have just thought of a story, and I don't know how to end it. . .v !'. '.'It is a story of a man, born. nnn i p n r 1 HA .. I ..J Wi k . n-.. J L .n 3:00 O'clock, dcyilnvited on a farm, who went to a city i and mad? a success. He never J marred. .-Ha was n middie-aged j bachelor. "One day he w a s thinking of the old horns and i f the pretty girl lie ' had ' played with and admired in his early school days She' -had never married, eitfter Perhaps it was because she had been fona of him.- He decided to return . to the scenes fit his youth and look her up. He went back to the familiar,' rustic neigoborhood Mary, the girl, was away on a visit, but would be returning in a day or iw,o , l "He tramped over .the trails he had known as a boy In his brother's top-biiirgv he, traveled the familiar roads; antrone day when he was driving on a lonely highway, he saw' the. beloved brook and the" old swimming hole. '. r .'s.' , ' '.j' "It was hard by the wayside, a little beyond a poipt where the old road came out of a strip of . woods Ha was hot and dusty. What would be the matter with having a swim in that deep, clear pool?. There was almost n o travel - on that back country Toad. Why "shouldn't he .do it? He ,was in a land where there were no bathro s. lhe temp lich for him tation wass too 1 P. D. v ; H. hitched the ; horse, took off his clothes, and dove in, with the reckless abandon of a boy. When he came ont, tie dried him sslf ; with his hands in. the old .w iy in the bid way. He got on bis undershirt and his overshirt and his collar and necktie. : And just then he heard a team com ing and voices back i n the woods. .. . ' , , "He had not time to put on his trousers. So he jumped into the buggy, drew up tie lap robe, and sat there waiting for the team to paiss. In a minute he saw, to his dsmay, Mary, the girl of his dreams, and other' members of her family coming in, a double wagon. .'"Hello, Mary! he called, as they came closer. ' 'VHellBilir Where "are, you stopping?' . ' " 'Over at my brotherV 'She got- out of the wagon and came to greet him To him she; looked as charming as she had in the old -days, Suddenly she asked. 'May I get in and ride with you?" .. i "Now, my question " i3 : How is he jjouig t o answer her? What can .He say, .wita her standing eat rly at tLa .side of , tha bufffy and h oki.ig up into !i$ face?".; --J";- t . ' I "I'ernapji"' I 'sujfisted, ' hs j would say, "Yes if yoi will let m have all the "a r robe'" , "3ut howahout the trousers? ' Mark Twain demurred. 'That is a valuable pair of trou&erf lyirig besid i the brook, and they are bound to inrr ase in value as the day proceeds " ..' . , 1 1 We who sat around him wer roaridg with laughter, but the .sad look wjth which he. had be gun me story was still on hia face,. There was a melancholy note in his voice even when ho had arrived a t the ludicrous plight of poor Bill, for whom his great ingenuity could find no re-, lief. Was he a consummate actor? Or. was there behind his humor a background of me.; lancholy never quite concealed? .. Well, undoubtedly was a great! actor, but the note of melancholy! was no part of his actiog. ' It was a part of him. .-It was rea', 1 as I was to learn later. : , ;The next time I saw, him he ? was in bed at'his home on Fifth j Avenue. I imagine it was tHe i ex-bed of some old king or em- j peror. It was an immenee thing 6 f richly carved nwhogany. He was propped up on pillows, with his meerschaum . pipe in mouth. .i: v ;'. v v - i..- ' "Bacheller I have been think ing of my nose," h said. T hate the damn thing. It .turns down so. It goe too far. It ir-' ritates me." -: i ,: ' These were characteristic sen tences: They carried the note of1self-ihspeibtion,Iiat'"Was, -1' think, the keynote of his char acter. Intellectually he was a -gigantic, full furnished man. In his own heart were the loves and passions and frailties of the great mnltitude of his brothers. Added (hereto was a genius for self-expresion the world had rarely seeri. Mark Twain was his piece of soil,' and he worked, " it well' He was kind and just and noble-hearted. ... ' .;' , But he lacked one thing, the spiritual eye, which Lincoln , had and which, it seems to me , added to his reat humanity - the unlimited strength and vision and patience of a . g) 1. It was the bridge of faith between Lin coln's heart and t h e Great Source of Power across Which angels came to bring him com fort in "its days of- need. In spite of his sorrows, Lincoln wa" a profoundly bappy ( man and Cue (jredtest, dispenser of comfort .tnd happiness , the world had ' seen since the tragedy of the green hill of old. Mark -Twam's great, need was that bridge "of faith to lift his spirit abo' e, he blind wall of fatalism -which, enclosed bis life and beside which he fell at last ' bruised and broken; In the view . of this incomparable humorist, birth was a misf rtiin and life -pathetic doom of inescapabU . miseries. He was one of the un . happiest of men. ' I bad heard much of Mr. An drew Carnegie - There weri not more than three men who had greater wealth.. -He ; lived in palaces. He enjoyed the,; friend ship of world ; leaders. He had studied the art of converting hi riches iuto human welfare. His fame had traveled to the ends of the earth. I imag.. V thatvhe must be the happy man I sought. When my wife and I were invit ed to visit his home in Scotland we journed up tha Caledar.in and Crinan canals, to Intern" i I Continued on Tn$ i. , ; X
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