Show the old settler 0 my dear san Jua ners he had been sinking steadily I 1 for a week and no one expected him to rally again I 1 had a feeling 1 that I 1 should visit him that he wanted to see me but what comforting thing could I 1 say to him now it do to let him know how bad I 1 felt and that was about all I 1 could do anyway he had always seemed to have a clearer understanding than I 1 had of the deep phenomena of life and I 1 felt helpless in the thought of making him a visit and then word came that he had expressed a wish to see me saying he had something to tell me I 1 found him weak and pale and emaciated on hi his pillow and the room was stifling with the drugs and anesthetics they had used to check his disease or relieve his pain but in his tired eyes there was still that glorious light of intelligence and reason which marks the divine origin of man there is something I 1 must tell you he said extending his slender white hand something I 1 should have told many times before but it was never as clear then as it is now and what is more its difficult to tell people things which they dont want to hear he stopped for breath while he looked at me calmly and appraisingly as if trying to discern whether I 1 would have resolution to tell the thing in which people are not interested it is pitiably inconsistent the way people come here to comfort me better that I 1 should tell the way of comfort to them for I 1 have something which many of them will never have then after resting again the continued on page 8 the old settler 0 continued from paga 1 11 joy that centers in the minds of men may be the joy of hope or j the joy of realization many of the hopes of men arc born of ignorance mi r selfishness and will never esver ma ure into worthwhile realities tut lut will shrink into despair the only things worth while are the things that endure no matter how goo goob I they may seem to be for a while if they fade out at last to nothingness they serve but to intensify the sting of blasted hope he stopped again to gather breath re eath and then 1 I have cherished lofty hopes and high aspirations and now they are to reach the fullness of berf perfect act reality I 1 have not failed I 1 am not asap d sap pointed pointe d you must fill in the things I 1 have failed to say in this message I 1 am too tired I 1 went to his home again it t was a poor abode and there was little of this worlds goods that he be had left behind his home had been but a means to an end and like the scaffolding around a completed structure it was ready to be torn ton away A string of friends came and viewed his white silent face as he lay there in his pine board coffin and they spoke in pitying tones of his poverty never once guessing how much greater his wealth and how much more enduring than most of them in their finery ever have reason to expect I 1 think of him in the wealth and splendor of his enduring achievement and I 1 am impelled to honor the trust he be reposed in me by affirming with tongue and pen that the joys of men are of two kinds the joy of really having and the joy of expecting to have the only things that are really worth seeking are the things that endure lor for they serve but to intensify tle sting of having to be without them there is the really is I 1 land and there is the hopes to be yet it is but a small part of the hopes to be that ma maures ures to the 46 really is the maturity of man is definitely predicated on the wise and sane observance of etain 1 tain indispensable principles with out which the most cherished j hope is s ure sure to become the most bitter disappointment ALBERT R LYMAN |