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Show KIND WORDS. I It In orten told that nugene Field one day wandered Into n basement ros-laurant.at ros-laurant.at down at a table, put hla chin In his hands and gazed moodily Into space. A waiter caino to lilm, ami nfter the manner or his kind, enu-mernted enu-mernted tho long list or dishes that were ready to be served. "No, no," said Field, dejectedly, "I require none or these things. All I want In some sliced oranges nnd n fow kind words." Whether or not the Incident bu true, It is suggestive. Unquestlonnbly, deeds weigh fur more than words, nnd yet II Is almost tragic to think how much happier and better this utniR-gllng utniR-gllng world would become ir kind words were more orten heard. Wo nil, every day, rome in contnet with those who nro In Fugeno Fleld'n state or mind. They lire In our own homes mothers anil falliers mid children. Thoy nre behind tho counters of stores; they are employees on trains; they aro t-rrvnutn u kitchens; thoy tiro everywhere, nnd their namo 1b legion. le-gion. A word or appreciation would brighten the whole day, nnd would make It easier Tor them to kcop on trying. - They do not cry oul to ub, to bo sure. Not orten does anyone admit rrnnkly that what he renlly wants Is kindly notice, but the dcslro Is universal. uni-versal. Who does not know 'the mini who Is discouraged, who has "lost tils grip," who needs tho oil or sympathy and tho wine of friendship poured Into bin wound? IJvoryono knows, too, tho man who lias failed, who can never "succeed," but who needs frlcndllnoBs all tho more. All nbout us nro tho men l'0 Imvo not yet wuccccdcil, but vlio only need encoiiriigement to carry ihrni on their way. Some have been port by cruelly and Injustice, some .ire bruised by sorrow, and some arc iHflieartened by tho emptiness nnd monotony of their llcs. There are hostB nbout us for whose practical re- j llff, It may be, we van do nothing at all Hut wo can show wo undorstnnd ( a little, and Hint wo care. Let us do the Utile we can. It Is worth while offn to repeat to ourselves the old (Junker's words: "I expect to pasa through this wor'd but1)nce. Any pood, thererore, that I can do, or any klndnrsn that I can show to any rellow rreature, let me do It now . . ror I shall not pass this way ngaln, |
