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Show WANT3 KINDNESS IN GREETING. Poet Objects to Salutation Without the Proper Spirit. Tho poet was quite cast down A friend met fcliu nnd asked after his health, anil Mils Is what he said: "Why do people jx-islst In raying 'Oood Mornlni?' when tlio spirit of flood Morning Is nnt theie? Whv not Rive a blow? Thmi out could uffet some resistance to this .Monday mornltiR snultatlon from people who cam not whether the morning Is ;ood or not: who only want to thfusl themselves upon you. Ilettcr, far, a silent en-franco en-franco than a greeting from which tho life has fled What docs 'Oood Mono ing' menn unless It carries sympathy? So many "Oood Mornings, and not one little bit of kindness how hard nnd metallic moat of thorn are! Tho first ono I got was from u .gruff man with a harsh vnlru. I In hns sot nil my nerves to janKllug, why could lio not leave mo nlono? Then, In u moment, a girl came and bent over my About der. Her voice was sweet and womanly. woman-ly. Her 'Good Moinlni;' soothed inn Ono day 1 caiuo along llrnadw.-iy The memory of the 'flood Morning' I received will never' leave me. I looked Into eyes upon which the dow of tho morning had fallen out of which tho light of heaven hail streamed. It mado the whblo day different. dif-ferent. 1 bellcvo I could havo smiled back at tho gruff man It I had been so greeted to-day." "Hut. my good poet," said his friend, In a hurt tone, "is that meant for mo? Havo 1 set your nerves to jangling?" "Rod bo thanked, no! You an: the first man I'vo met whom I haven't felt llko murdering. Ik're. glvo tno your hand, let mo shako It ngaln, and get Into sympathy with my kind " "What an odd fellow," said his friend, as bo watched the poet walk away |