MY NEIGHBOUR.

Horowhenua Chronicle, 3 May 1916, Page 3

MY NEIGHBOUR.

(J3y Walt Mason.) I love my neighbour as myself, rmel wisli him peace and pie and pelf. Yet human nature's strong in me, and when 1 look across and see my neighbour rendiing clotheß and hair, and sorer tlTain a poisoned Dear, becaase hard luck has swatted him a grievous jolt right in the glim, i do not- ieel one-half as had as .if that luck myself I had. In fact—it's painful to re late—l rather like to contemplate my neighbour when he's in despair, md biting chunks out of the air. But when lie toddles to my place, I pull a sympathetic face, and tell him how my bosom bleeds, and send him homo wards with a smile; you see my heart is full of guile. It's just a common garden heart, responding more to pri vate smart, than to the painful stings and pricks which may afflict the other i liicks. My trifling boil will gall ino more than big carbuncles three or four which may adorn my neighbour's neck, and make his life a gruesome wreck. It is a sad thing to contess; and yet we're much alike, I guess.