Jasper County Democrat, Volume 6, Number 34, Rensselaer, Jasper County, 28 November 1903 — BETTER TO FORGET. [ARTICLE]

BETTER TO FORGET.

Seme Thing* Which It Is Better to Not Remember. The old man bad been sympathizing with the young man over an Injury attempted, and tbe youth apparently desired to show that be waa a strong character and deserving sympathy, even admiration. “Oh, I’ll get square!” he blustered. “I’m an Indian, I aim! I don’t forget a kindness, and I don't forget tha other thing, either. I Ju«t carry ’em round with me, and wait for a chance to pay ’em back!” “Poor ballast for a long voyage, that is," the okl man answered. “Call yourself an Indian, do ye? Well, the Indians are dying out, and If they do so-fasliion that’* probably one reason for it. ‘Taya better, I've found, to let some things drop. There was a minister once thanked God for a good memory and a good forgettery, nnd it’s my ex, perlenee that one’# worth about a* much aa the other. Remember everything it makes ye feel cheerful to think about —tbat’a right But this storing up the little snubs and slights and hits and kicks la just about aa sensible as making your supper off thistles and then going to bed with a porcupine. “I find it pays to forget my own mistakes, too, as well aa other people’s. If there's any lesson to be learned from them, I try to pick It out and put it away where I can find it; but I’m not going to worry over the foolishness I did, or tbe right thing I did wrong—not more than once. Some people seem to like plant their blunders and mark the place, so they can dig ’em up and nuzzle ’em, same way a dog would use a bone; but I’d rather have fresh meat "Then again I made up my mind long ago that I wouldn’t fret about lost money. If I’ve mishandled it and it’s gone, that’a the end of It and I cover up the hole It went into. I could have cried easy one time whenever I dropped a dollar; but I kind of noticed that while I was feeling bad I was liable not to be earning another dollar, so I stoppd reaching behind me and got my eyes front I calculate I’ve saved a good many dollars’ worth of wear and tear that way. “An Indian! Humph!” the old man repeated, scornfully. “Hanging on to things that canker and fret ye—that either spoil yoor courage or make ye hard and bitter! Better be a wooden Indian, one of toe cigar-store kind. Compared to one of these ’ere bundlecarriers. staggering under a load of grievances against themselves and other people, he’s a valuable member of society."—Youth’s Companion.