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Show A MILLION. Yesterday I read in a newspaper of a man who had inherited a million dollars, and I began to wonder what I would do if a similar fortune should come to me. I might travel abroad to see the wonderful works done by man, but nothing man has fashioned can compare com-pare with the white oak God has built in my back yard. might hear famous singers, but no one of them has a voice that can compart com-part with that of the mocking bird that sings in the hedge near, my kitchen door. ' I might . make the acquaintance, of great men, but I have greater in the books on my shelf- I might make new friends, but I have one who walks with me .without dissimulation dis-simulation and takes no thought of my fauls. : , : I might live in a great hotel, but thus f should forfeit the beaten biscuit and fried chicken we have at home. I might build a great house and hire servants, but servants would rob me of privacy and a. great house would oppress me. I might buy fine clothes and hire a valet and become a great deal of trou ble to myself, but I feel more at ease when I am puttering about the premises prem-ises in overalls. I might buy many motor cars, but I have one that talks low in its throat and chuckles at the approach of a hill. I might give It to the needy, but the gift would rob them of self-respect and self-reliance and whet their appetites for 'further charity. Moreover my friends would think me a fool and come near converting me ' to their opinion. ' And also there would be the income tax. On the whole I much prefer the game of making a dollar go further to the game of making jt go faster. Saturday Evening Post. |
