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Show A TRIBUTE By E. W. Crocker . One thing I have noticed during dur-ing my forty odd years in this old world, is the tendancy men have to magnify the faults of others. How seldom it Is," in the course of a normal conversation, that the good qualities of a person under discussion is stressed. Too often is it the case that the good qualities in our . fellow man are overlooked until he has passed beyond the veil. How often the kind words that might be said remain unuttered, when the little meed of praise that would have cheered him in his fatigue would cost so little effort. One little flower, plucked from the wayside and presented in kindly kind-ly spirit to a tired soul, to cheer him in his adversity, is worth more than a thousand roses strewn about his bier. A little praise for a task well done, a friendly handclasp hand-clasp or a pleasant smile, will, when coming from the heart, do more toward easing his path toward to-ward Heaven than all the eulogies that may be spoken and all the prayers that may be said over the body from which his soul has fled. How very true is the old saying that no nroDhet is without honor except in his own country. ' The very nearness of a thing, which from the distance would be obvious ob-vious to all, ofttlmea renders it invisable. I have seen in this community a certain man whom I think exemplifies ex-emplifies Chrlstanity in it's highest high-est form. Suffering from physical disability himself . yet ' ever ready to extend a helping hand to those in need. A good neighbor a splendid splen-did citizen and a friend to all, (except (ex-cept perhaps himself,) always cheerful, always smiling, always willing to do his best In the relief of suffering and distress; taking little or no thought of himself or personal gain. A short time ago I had an intimate in-timate glimpse of this man in action. act-ion. Tired out from a days activity act-ivity in his business he was called out in the small hours of the morning mor-ning on an errand of mercy. I was with him until nearly day break, when I left him at his home to snatch a few hours sleep," before starting another day. Three hours later I stopped at his store, and he met me with a smile. Tired yet cheerful and I have ho doubt, ready to go again on a similar sim-ilar errand should he be called. As I left him I wondered how many times In the few years he has been with us he has performed a kindred service, quietly without ostentation, and often at a personal person-al loss. And I wondered how many of ua realize how great an i asset to a country town like this Is our village drug store and above all our village druggist. So fill up your glasses with your favorite drink, be it j three point two or a malted milk, drink to a guy that's a darn good scout and let him know what it's all about. |