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Show In every town you find some men who always croak and growl; their chief amusement seems to be to snarl and whine and howl. Of course they do not prosper well such people seldom do and as they strive to make themselves and all their neighbors blue. If strangers strang-ers come these men endeavor to get them off alone, and while they speak in doleful tones, tell them how the town is dead and passed away, and hasn't any enterprise that half begins to pay; how real estate is very low and taxes very high, and every important scheme is sure to wane and die. The good book says a day will come when all must pass away and swop for wings and golden harps this tenement of clay, the earth will burn with fervent heat, the sun go out in gloom, and every living, breathing breath-ing thing shall find a real tomb. When that time comes the croaker who drives against his town and tries to drive good men away and breaks the efforts down will be declared a victim for a special dose of flame ten thousand years and he will be roasting just the same. Meantime, the energetic man who labors for his town, always works to build it up instead of tearing down, will ride to heaven in a Pullman palace car, and will dwell in peace forever where the first-class angels are. - ' i , |