NOTHING SERIOUS.

King Country Chronicle, Volume V, Issue 388, 19 August 1911, Page 7

NOTHING SERIOUS.

The guest who bad been having a j good time at the mountain hotel all ! summer ruefully packed h's trunk, i then went to interview the proprle- i tor. "Well, said he, I've had a grcnt time. It's the first summ?r I've managed to get away from hu:;incs.i in ten years. I've made the most of j it, but now I've got to turn back to ! town. What are the damages ?" "I'll let you have your bill after luncheon," said the proprietor. "You are going to take the afternoon train, I suppose." j The guest thought, he'd hau all the i fun. laughed all the laughs, an 1 cn ! joyed all the jokes he would have ! had, laughed, and en-'ove.l in that ; hotel. But there was another laugl: coming. The bill was after the manner o" most summer hotel bills, c uly a little bit more so. The guest was almost staggered. "I say," he said, "you've male a wrong guess here. I've got a couple of dollars more than that with me !" —"Times."

We are all striving for two thingssuccess and happiness. To get these many of us are struggling for a. third — fortune. In striving to attain our desires many of us a green parrot. Out in a little town in lowa, in the midst of a great stretch of timber and 1 meadow, a man built a castle. Something like £5,000 he spent in building a home. It was finished within with the finest polished woods. The foundation was of brown stone, the windows of French plate, and every detail was carried out in the best manner. He had grown to be an old man. He hid always lived in a modest cottage of six rooms. This mansion had fifteen. On one side there was a magnificent stone arch over the paved drive that led up to the house. He had just completed showing a friend over the place and reached this point, wher the visitor exclaimed : '''Well, John, you ought to be happy. This is a magnificent house and home. Here is everything one could wish for." "Waal," replied the old man, who was a cattle-buyer, "a fellow always wants something else." "What on earth could you want ?" was the query. "A green parrot to hang up thar in the drive." "Why a green parrot ?" "So every morning a r ore I drive out he would say:—"John, you're a darn fool.' " —"Cleveland Fre.75." As the sun does not wait, for prayers and incantation that, he may rise, but shines at onr.e. a nd is greeted by all ; no, neither wait thou for applause, and shouts, and eulogies, that thou may'st do wellbut be a spontaneous benefactor, and thou shalt he beloved like the sun.—Epictetus. People accustomed to rush and hurry, bittsn by the craze for perpetual motion, which leaves no leisure for the contemplation of anything except motors and flying machines, are not so likely to find enjoyment iu decorating their homes as those whe dream away their lives in peaceful surroundings.—"Saturday Review." j