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Show The Fruit of an Idea. A man who had nn Idcn in nil save thnt wns poor, I've henrd It snld his mistennnco hi hcRRcd from door to door, Thnt hovi'la housed him, rugs ho wore, nnd often he njipenrcd Willi shoeless feet, with unkempt lock nnd linKgy Rrowth of benrd. Yet still ho kept his Iden forever to the fore. Ami when 'twns scorned by other folk he cherished It tho more. "The thing Itself's Impinctlcnl!" they told him, very frank, "And you'ro n vlslonlstl" they vowed some even snld "a cnnk." Tho mnn who hnd nn Iden spoke, no defending de-fending word, Ho let them think whnto'cr they plensed, but went on undeterred. "A piophet's worth nt home," he thought, "most tnrdlly Is seen. Ono tlmo n cnrpenler wns scorned, a lowly Nnznrenel" ' Ah dnys went by with purpose Arm nnd courage strong nnd true Ho fought tho good tight, kept the fnlth 'nenth stormy skies nnd blue, I'ntll on Wrong'B redoubt, nt last, night's bnnner wns unfurled, And the mnn who hnd.nn Idrn, electrified the world, Hoy I'nrrell Greene In the Four-Trnck News for March. |