Eureka Reporter | 1917-08-24 | Page 6 | In the Evening

in the evening by walt mason the evening comes the sun is set ting there theres s quiet everywhere and after long long hours of sweating I 1 take my easy chair I 1 watch the toil era homeward going from the de seated mart the breeze Is through by sideboard blowing and peace Is in my heart for i have wrought all day like thunder I 1 tolled with vim and zest and though I 1 earned but little plunder I 1 surely did my best there is no finer sweeter feel ing than that you ve won when sending smoke wreaths to the cell ing you view the day a work done and know you put in all your ardor your energy and skill that you could not have labored harder it bossed by I kaiser bill when I 1 have work ed till I 1 am reeling the sweetest rest I 1 know I 1 would not trade that corn com fy feeling for fifty kinds of dough I 1 pity fellows who are loaded with stacks of 0 unearned mon their souls by idleness corroded and nothing worth while done there is no plea sure like achieving like seeing work put through and all the world would bear hear me grieving if I 1 bad had naught to do