Bloomington Courier, Bloomington, Monroe County, 26 July 1895 — Page 3

THE MILL MYSTERY.

HT MT FATHER bad disappeared so mysteriously, what had become of him, and why he had never returned to his loving wife and only son, was the mystery and gossip of our little village for years. - It was In the spring when he left us In the spring when the river roared past our home, swollen by rains and melting snow. I was four years old that spring, and I might have forgotten how he looked had not mother kept his face fresh in my memory by frequently showing me his picture. 1 Once, as we were looking through the album, I remember that I stopped her at the picture of a low-browed, handsome man, with a dark, drooping mustache, and steady, almost deadly, eyes, i "Who is that, mother?" I asked. J I fancied she shivered a bit as she replied: . "That Is my cousin Elbert. Like your father, he disappeared rather mysteriouslyor, more correctly, he went away some time before your father's disappearance, and he has never returned. What has become of him I do not know." : "I do not like him." I declared. "He has a bad face, mother. I hope he will not come back at all." Until the day of my vision until she heard the stary from my lips my mother firmly believed father would icme day return and explain why he had deserted us thus. But what I saw In the old mill crushed the last hope from her breast. ; For years the mill had not been In use; It was abandoned even before the strapge departure of my father. A spring freshet had swept away the dam, and no attempt was ewr made to rebuild it. The mill was fast falling into decay. ; Something about the old mill fascinated me, and I used to play the- a great deal, for all that mother did-uot like it, and often told me to keep away.

THEN IT ROSE AND FELL.

I remember the great square opening In the upper floor, and how I used to look down at the swirling water far bebefore I fell asleep, but sleep I eventlow. I sometimes wondered if I were to fall, how long I would live after striking the surface of the water. ' Sometimes I would fall asleep in some nook or cranny of the old mill. I was an odd boy, and I did not fear the place, although it was deserted and lonely, and more than one of the village folks had hinted that It was haunted. One day, in the springtime, when the swollen river rushed past the old mill and lulled me with Its murmuring roar, X lay on the sawdust and fell to thinking about my father. I remembered how he had left us exactly seven year3 ago that very day, and boy though I was, began to feel that mother's hope of his final return was a vain and foolish one. ' I know not how long I lay thinking ually did. j I awoke with a start, a great feeling of horror upon me, although I am sure I had not been dreaming. Sitting up, I was startled beyond measure to behold two men facing each other but a short distance from me. One of them was speaking excitedly, while the other listened, a scornful smile on his face. : I could see the features of both men see them distinctly. A great cry rose to my lips, but something held it back, and I stared and stared. , There could be no doubt one of the man was my own father the father who had left us years before. The lapse of time had not seemed to change him in the least. He looked just the same as he did in the photograph mother showed me so often. ; And the other it was my mother's cousin. 1 recognized the low-browed, dark-mustached man with the deadly eyes, and now those eyes seemed more deadly than they looked in the picture I so much disliked. He was speaking fiercely, swiftly: : "So you married her almost as soon 'as I went away and left you together, Horace!" he cried, shaking a clinched iflst In my father's face. "You knew I loved her you knew" j "I knew she did not love you, Elbert," returned my father, still smiling scornfully, "She feared you. and she was glad when you went away." j "What did I ever do to make her fear me? I loved her madly!" ' "It was your love she feared." "But you you were false to me!

Ton knew of my love, and still you married her as soon as possible after I left!"

"I fall to see In what way I was false. We were never particular friends. Had you remained, I should have woa her if I could." "You should not have possessed her!" shouted the darkly-handsome man, his features working with passion. "By the eternal skies! I would have killed you first!" My father laughed aloud, and that laugh seemed to turn the other into a fiend, for he snarled: "I'll kill you now!" Then they grappled, and before my staring eyes a terrible battle took place. I watched them straining, swaying, staggering, panting, fighting on and on, I would have flown to my father's aid, but something held me chained and silent. I could see it all, but I was powerless to interfere. At length I caught a glampse of something bright-something that glittered in a deadly way. It was a knife, and It was grasped by the hand of my father's antagonist. For one brief moment the blade was bright and glittering. Then it rose and fell and when it rose again it was dripping darkly. A great groan broke from the lips of my father, and he sunk limply in the arms of his slayer, who lowered him to the sawdust-covered floor. I saw my, father's lips move, and I heard him! faintly murmur: "You have killed me. Elbert!" Then he lay white and motionless, with the dark stain spreading and spreading about him. For some moments the victor stood over his victim, his shaking hand clutching the terrible knife, his deadly eyes now full of horror. At last he sprang away to the square hole in the floor, and down into the surging water far below he fiercely flung the bloody blade. For a moment he seemed ready to fly from the mill, but he did not just then. Slowly he came back to where my father lay, stooping to peer into his pale face. "Yes, he is dead!" were the words that came hoarsely from the murderer's Hps. Then with a sudden impulse he clutched the body and dragged it to the square hole. Down into the water where the knife had been thrown went my father, and. with a wild cry, the assassin fled headlong from the old mill. I know not how I reached my home and told the story to mother. I can remember telling it in a broken manner, and I know sh fainted then seeing her so white and still at my feet, I ran to a neighbor's for aid. When mother was restored she insisted on going to the old mill with the party that had gathered. But nothing could induce me to accompany them. They returned after some time, and I know the village physician came and examined me cioseiy, asking me many questions. He ended by writing a prescription for me. No slgii of a struggle had they found In the old mill; not one trace of blood was there on the sawdust-covered floor. Some of the neighobrs insisted I had dreamed it all; some suggested "haunts;" some shook their heads soberly and said nothing. Many times my mother made me tell the story of what I had seen, and I know that from that day she gave up all hope that father would ever return to us. What did I see? That question I cannot answer. It Is possible I dreamed it all; but If so, I believe I dreamed how my father died seven years before that day. When I became older and dared visit the old mill again, I searched at low water in the pool beneath the mill, .Hid from the sand I brought up a knife with the letters "E. D." carved on the handle. The initials were those of my mother's handsome, dark-faced cousin, ElDert Darcy. Sadden Popularity Unfortunate. Sudden popularity Is one of the severest tests of character that can come to a public man. A little man is always the Ioaer by being lifted up. The only effect exaltation can have upon him i3 to shrink him, and make him look ridiculous. Saul, the son of Kish, was a strapping big mule driver, but he made a very small king. Saul of Tarsus was not large in stature, but ho was a giant for God wherever he went. A iaan must be great In soul to stand the test of being lifted up Exchange.

4 m A VALANf!FR TUSTN AX f iJXJAlllLIJJ UX3Xl. I

ENCHANTING BIT OF SCENERY IN MONTANA. Dr. Sperry, the Well-Known Lecturer on American Scenery, Penetrates the Wilderness and Is .Rewarded with a Remarkable Discovery. R. L. B. SPERRY, a prominent lecturer on American scenery, returned recently from a trip to Puget Sound, going and returning over the Great Northern. He stopped at various points along the line of that route particularly at Lake Chelan, in the Cascade mountains of Washington, and at Lake McDonald, in the Rockies of Montana, looking up various features of interest to tourists and scientists. He says that the scenic and scientific attractions of the country about the two lakes named are most remarkable. Indeed, many marvelous things in these regions have never been seen, except by Indians and a few trappers and prospectors. Dr. Sperry and party penetrated trackless forests to a point about fifteen miles northeast of Lake McDonald, and there came upon one of the most charming nooks on this continent; a place that he thinks is destined to become as famous as the Grand Canon of Colorado, the Yesemite Valley or the Canon of the Yellowstone, . ! it' 1 l 1 Dr. Sperry was accompanied by Prof. J. Paul Goode, of the Moorhead normal school; E. R. Shepard, of Minneapolis, photographer, who took many fine views, and W. 0. Jones and W. A. Whitlick, also of Minneapolis. At the head of Lake McDonald they secured as guides and packers two trusty frontiersmen, named Gedahn and Apgar, who are familiar with the mountains north of the lake. From the end of the trail leading northward from the lake about ten miles they chopped their way through several miles of tangled forest, where only the trails and tracks of bear and deer could be detected, and many of them very fresh. About noon of the second day they came upon a veritable little paradise. A horse shoe shaped basin about two miles long and a half or more wide, shut in by walls that rose almost perpendicularly to heights ranging from 3,000 to 4,000 feet. Set in the floor of this hidden basin or valley is a lake about half a mile wide by a mile and a half long. The lake is a deep, beautiful blue, and filled with speckled trout. "The surrounding ledges are surmounted by several peaks," said Dr. Sperry to a reporter of the Pioneer Press, "which rise from 1,000 to 2,000 feet above the timber line, and are forever white with snow wherever there is a surface flat enough for snow to hang upon. The walls enclosing this beautiful basin consist of metamorphic sandstone, some of the strata being of uncolored quartz, nearly as white as snow, while other strata are of a bright red. Along a portion of the southern wall there is a slope descending from a height of about 2,000 feet down to the border of the lake. This slope Is covered with a dense growth of trees, mostly fir and hemlock. This timber 13 exposed to attacks from avalanches, and is scarred and torn by these terrible agents. t . ' . : "Just as we were emerging fr'ofia the1 forest into the basin we heard a rushing, roaring noise not unlike peals of thunder; and while in the basin saw and heard another avalanche shoot down the steep slopes into the great rocky basin. Evidently avalanches are of frequent occurrence in this secluded mountain valley, and so we agreed on calling it 'Avalanche basin,' and the icy cold sheet of water so hemmed in 'Avalanche lake.' Rising from the high enclosing walls are a number of peaks, points, domes, and masses, which we named respectively (because their appearance inevitably suggested it) 'The Sphynx,' 'Cathedral Spires 'The Dome,' 'The Castle,' and 'The Matterhorn.' The latter is a surprising duplicate of the famous Alpine peak ! of the same name. "At the head of the basin two hustling streams of ice water pour down the cliffs; for the most part they cling to the walls and look like ribbons or cords of silver; but occasionally they leap over a ledge and pour themselves in spray upon the banded wall3 hundreds of feet below. The total height of these silvery streams must be at least 2,500 feet. Above the falls lie vast fields of 'eternal snow,' which furnish supplies to the cascades, the amount of water depending upon the will of the summer sun and the temper of the winds." Dr. Sperry pronounces "Avalanche Basin" "a scenic gem of the first water." He believes that it will become exceedingly popular in the near future. He intends to return there later in the season, in order to further enjoy its beauties and study its various features more carefully. When a good saddle trail shall have been cut to it, he advises all summer tourists to stop at Belton station, on the Great Northern i Railroad, go to Lake McDonald, and take a horseback trip to Avalanche valley and lake, distant about thirty mile3, nearly half the way on the lake, which is about fifteen miles long. Life in the Suburbs. Little Son Mamma, there's a tramp coming in the gate. Mrs. Suburb Mercy me! You go up stairs and stomp around so he'll think "'"'"f iuuxiu ou H-.; ii uiiuu I it's your father, and I'll put some tobac- I co on the stove. '

WHITTIER'S COURAGE.

He Hazarded Life and Popularity In the Cause of Abolition. Before Whittier was 30 he had made up his mind that it was his duty to do what he could for the relief of the unfortunate negroes who were held in bondage in the South. In 1833 he wrote a pamphlet called "Justice and Expediency," in which he considered the whole question q slavery, and declared that it should cease forever. Three years later he became secretary of the Anti-Slavery Society. In 1838 he went to Philadelphia to edit the Pennsylvania Freeman; and so boldly did he advocate the right of the negro to own himself that the printing office was sacked by a mob and burned. Then, as more than once afterward for the same cause, Whittier was in danger of his life. Whittier showed physical courage in facing the ruffians who wished to prevent free speech; but he had revealed the higher moral coinage In casting in his lot with the litt'.e band of abolitionists. Up to this time he ha( looked forward to holding public office, as well he might, when many another journalist was stepping from the newspaper desk into public life. When he became one of the small band who denounced slavery, he gave up all chance of office. He also had literary ambition, but so strong was the power of the slave-owners then, and so intolerant were they, that most editors and publishers were sorely intimidated, and declined to print not only any attack on slavery, but even the other writings of an author who was known as an abolitionist. Thus Whittier, in identifying himself with the anti-slayer movement, ttTougnt that Ee was giving up his literary future also. He made his decision promptly, and he never regretted it. Indeed, in later life he said to a boy of 15 to whom he was giving counsel, "My lad, if thou wouldst win success, join thyself to some unpopular but noble cause." HIS MEALTIME. And He Observed It Wherever He Happened to Be. It was high noon in New York and a cable car on the Broadway line going downtown picked up an oldish man at Fourteenth street. The passengers made room for him by squeezing, and he was no sooner seated than he opened the satchel he had be.en carrying and took from it a piece of cheese, two oldfashioned fried cakes, a bottle of cold tea, and a chunk of corned beef. The man then proceeded to eat his luncheon with a nonchalance that set everybody to smiling and nudging. Next on his left sat a dudish young man, who stood it for about five minutes, and then indignantly demanded: "Sir, do you take this for a cafe?" "What's a cafe?" asked the eater, after a hearty swig at the bottle of tea. "Restaurant, then?" "No, no! No, I don't take this car fur no restaurant. I know the difference between a street car and a rasairant. This is a street car, but it's 12 o'clock, and I alius eat dinner at 12, no matter where I am. Here's moro'n I wan:, I guess, and if you or anybody else feels like takin' holt you'll be entirely welcome." Nobody "took holt," and without in the least minding the giggling and tittering of the passengers the man calmly finished his meal, replaced the undevoured portion in his satchel, and, as he stood up and brushed the crumbs off his legs, he said: "This is a street car, of course, and I feel a heap better after havin' suth.-. In' to eat!" , , t" . r , Not to Blame. Minister-KAh, niy poor, unfortunate brother, you look sad. Have you done anything which you regret having done? Tatter'd Tim No, I ain't. I just licked my pard. You see, it was dis way: I had a headache, and he told me to stick my head thro' a pane of glass and de pane would be gone, so I had to lick him. OEMS OF THOUGHT. The plant of friendship grows only In the warm air of congeniality. C. S. Field. The example alone of .a vicious prince will corrupt an age; but that of a gooc? one will not reform it. Swift. The very exercise of industry immediately in itself is delightful, and hath an Innate satisfaction which tempereth all annoyance, and even lngratlateth the pains going with It. Barrow. Education and instruction are the means, the one by use, the other by precept, to make our natural faculty of reason both the better and the sooner to judge rightly between truth and error, good and evil. Hooker. There are cases in which a man would be ashamed not to have been Imposed on. There Is a confidence necessary to human intercourse, and without Which men are often more injured by their own suspicions than they would be by the perfidy of others. Burke. Good and friendly conduct may meet with an unworthy, with an ungrateful return; but the absence of gratitude on the part of the receiver cannot destroy the self-approbation which recompenses the giver; and we may scatter the seeds of courtesy and kindness around us at so tle expense' Trsey Bentham. A mu. that is busy and Inquisitive is commonly envious; for to know much of other men's matters cannot be, because all that ado may concern his own estate; therefore it must needs be that he taketh a kind of play-pleasure In looking upon the fortunes of others. Lord Bacon. In my solitary and retired imagination, I remember I am not alone, and therefore forget not to contemplate Him and His attributes, especially those two mighty ones. His wisdom and eternity; with the one I recreate, with the other I confound my understanding; for whe - - -- - -..a, -. ...... can speak f, etrnlty1. without a so21,?? - ' WlthUt a" ec stacy. bir i. aronne.

IN A HEAVY TEMPEST.

CYCLONE SWEEPS OVER CLAIR, MICH, ST. Three Lives Known to Be Lost, and It Is Feared More Have Perished Heavy Damage from the Storm In Other States. St. Clair, Mich., July 20. A terrific wind and thunder storm struck this city and Courtrlght, Ontario, yepterday afternoon, doing great damage to property and causing the 'oss of three lives. Those known to be dead are: Two children of William Lee. Infant child of Ernst Black. The storm seems to have been of purely a local character, and struck here about 1:30 o'clock. It raged furiously for an hour. The Hotel Cadilac was unroofed, and the tower of the City Hall felll with a crash, crushing In the roof of the City Hall. Edward Lee's house was torn to pieces, and the bodies of his two children were found in the wreck. Ernst Black's house was also wrecked and his infant child was killed by the falling debris. John. Duchane's dwelling. Draper's harness shop, Daniel Bennett's dwelling and Frank Baseo's store were almost completely destroyed. Trees were twisted off close to the ground in all parts of the city, and cast about like straws. Chimneys were blown down and the bricks were scattered in all directions. Pieces were ripped off many roofs and windows were demolished. The large Republican pole In the square was twisted off like a reed. In the river a yacht containing three men was capsized, but the occupants ciung to the boat until several skiffs were able to go to their rescue. Another upturned yacht floated down the river, but no trace of Its occupants have been found, hence It is conjectured that they were drowned. Many boats were thrown on shore and injured. Coldwater, Mich., July 20. Branch County was visited by the heaviest rainfall of the last year yesterday greatly benefiting crops, which were nearly ruined by the long dj-ought. Hillsdale, Mich., July 20. The three months' drought in this county was broken yesterday by a heavy rain, which greatly benefited growing crops. Grand Rapids, Mich., July 20. The rain Thursday night extended all the way from this city north to Mackinaw and effectually extinguished what was left of the fire. The news from the fire district has been exaggerated, and the amount of real damage done has been comparatively Email. Many of the fires were started by the farmers themselves to clear the land of stumpage, and in the hardwood district, by close watching, the flames in very few instances got beyond control. HEAVY RAIN IX ILLINOIS. Several Barns Are Struck by Lightning and Burned. Lewistown, 111., July 20. An electrical storm visited this place Thursday night, accompanied by heavy rain. Lightning struck the valuable barn of R. M. Hlnde, burning it to the ground. Satrap (2:19), Excellence (2:19), and Hindaler (2:19), were all in the barn at the time, together with a number of other fast horses, but were rescued. Lightning also struck the fine residence of J. B. Depler, doing considerable damage. James Shaw, a farmer living four miles north of this city, was struck while hauling a load of coal, and instantly killed. Lacon, 111., July 20. Thursday night a rainfall of five inches raised the Illinois river thirty inches. Lightning struck five barns, three of which were burned. The loss is $2,500. Many cattle were killed. Bridges are washed away, and roads are made impassable by the torrents of water. Aurora, III., July 20. This vicinity was visited by heavy rains last night, accompanied by a viotent electrical display early Thursday morning. Lightning struck a grocery store in the north part of the city owned by Peter AlfrTnger, and the building was burned, the loss being $2,000. A barn on the A. M. Chapman farm at Big Rock was also fired by lightning, and all buildings on the place were swept away. Several wagons, valuable machinery, two horses, and twelve cows were burned. IMMENSE DAMAGE IN IOWA. IVlutl and Lightning Play Havoc with Crops and Buildings. Des Moines, Iowa, July 20. Severe rain, wind and hall storms swept a wide section of Iowa Thursday night and ear ly Friday. In the northern part of the state, between Emmettsburg and Algona, a strip twenty-five miles wide was swept by heavy winds, and crops were blown down. Small grains will be greatly damaged. whMe the corn will generally recover. In th middle of the stormswept strip a belt seven miles wide was swept by hail. At Brooklyn, Winneshiek county, a cloudburst caused the precipitation of over four inches of rain In an hour. The whole surrounding country was flooded and the railroads suffered badly. The storm in this part of the state started near this city and moved east. The entire country as far as Davenport suffered. Crops in the district of heavy rain were badly damaged. At Davenport tnere were two inches of rain. At Keokuk the wind almost reached the proportions of a cyclone, and numerous small buildings were unroofed and crops destroyed in a considerable section. In other parts of the state, Emmett, Kossuth and Palo Alto counties suffered must. Severe .Storm in Minnesota. St. Paul, Minn., July 20. The storm which struck this section at 1 o'clock yesterday morning was the severest In several years, the fall of rain In St. Paul and Minneapolis being over two Inches, Train Ditched in Wisconsin. Milwaukee, Wis., July 20. An extra freight train on the Chicago, Milwaukee and St. Paul railroad left the track near Bay View last evening. Nine cars were ditched, but no one was hurt. The track was badly blocked, and was not cleared until this morning. Omaha Not a Good Haseball Town. Omaha, Neb., July 20. Owing to continued poor business the Western Association has decided to abandon Omaha after Sunday's game. Efforts are beintr nrier tiunaay s game, jfinrorts are beinc made to keep Omaha in the circuit but competent authority gives It Z tilt thi3 cannot be doae

A QUIET WEDDING.

Gaosts Dance on the Sidewalk to thm Music of a Machine Piano. A quadrille in the middle of the street by young society people and In broad daylight was one of several novel and amusing features attending a south side wedding reception recently. Miss Clara Agnes Mlddleton and Collins F. Hunt; ingtoh were married at noon yesterday In St. John's Church, "Vlncennes avenue and Thirty-seventh street. After the ceremony forty or fifty intimate friends were invited to the home of the brlde'a parents, Mr. and Mrs. Thomas Middleton, at 140 Thirty-sixth street, to a reception. The bride Is well known in south side society and musical circles and has often appeared as soprano In operas presented by the Carleton Club of which the groom Is a member. Nf sooner had the bride and groom left the reception rooms to prepare for their wedding journey than a street piano carted on a low express wagon, and driven by a woman with a gayly colored shawl over her shoulders, drove past the house. Hailing the driver, who was accompanied by a man who might be her husband, the Carleton Club boys engaged their services for an hour. Selections such as "Daisy Bell" and "The Sidewalks of New York" were given. Then the best man decided that the circus was a trifle slow, and, boosting a pretty young woman In a pink dress and a pair of ten-acre sleeves upon the seat, ordered the chief operator of the outfit to run alongside of the machine and turn the crank, while he drove up and down the street. After making the circle three or four times the queer combination drove to the front of the house again; the "head guy" of the organ was again subsidized, and then a quadrille was organized in the middle of the street. Here, to the inspiring strains of "Sweet Marie," ground out by the traveling professor, four pretty girls in their prettiest gowns and four young societymen, adorned in all the raiment necessary to make a church wedding a success, tripped ah old-time quadrille. The fun was kept up until the pretty gowns of the girls and the Immaculate linen of the young men bega to wear a wearje lojok. The music was continued until the bridal couple drove away In a carriage neatly draped in white ribbons and adorned with a coat of arms hanging to the rear axle In the form of a muchworn and generous-sized shoe. M STOREHOUSE OR HUSBANDS. Boston Is to Have One Managed by Kenned Widow Lady. Ladies leaving the city for the summer have keenly felt the need of a place where they could, as it were, store their husbands. Now comes a refined widow lady who can give and will require the highest references, who offers for a consideration to lodge and board respectable husbands, look after their linen, give them a mother's care if ill. Everything will be done to amuse and interest them while under her care, while at the same time discipline will be maintained and no latchkeys will be allowed. Wives need have no apprehension on that score. There will positively, says the prospectus, "be no funny business." A look, a word, will, It Is thought, be enough to quiet, and, If need be, break the spirit of the proudest and most bullying of husbands. Hundreds of certificates as to refined widow lady's skill in handling desperate cases can be had. Money refunded In case of dissatisfaction. Boston Herald. J Distribution of Fishes. A singular fact in connection with, distribution of fishes is that no streams flowing northward into Lake Brie from Ohio have brook trout in them natural ly, and only one has them artificially. of the Michigan streams emptying into Lake Erie have trout in them. I&eje are two Joseph Rivers Michigan, one entirely 111 the State aii'V the dther having its head waters there. The two streams rise in the same hills, almost within a stone's throw of one another. One flows westward through the State and has an abundance of trout in its upper waters. The other flows south into Ohio, and its waters reach Lake Erie through connection with the Maumee River. There are no trout in it, and it is the only stream iji Michigan that has no trout This creek is the outlet to a vast spring or lake, which nearly a century ago appeared in a single night. The trout the creek now contains are the result of artificial stocking, which was done a few years ago. The Usual Choice. Jinks Let's go to one of the theaters to-night. Binks All right. Which do you prefer a good company with a poor play, or a poor company with a good play? THINGS WE DIG FOR. In 1884 the value of the precious stones mined in this country somewhat exceeded $30,000. Pennsylvania produced In 1S91 45,236,392 long tons of anthracite coal, valued at $73,943,735. The only country which exceeded the United States in coal output during the ear 1S9J was England. The United States produced, in 1889, over one-fourth of the entire amount of Iron mined on the globe. Emeralds have been discovered in Arizona and, it is said. In North Carolina. They are. however, very small. BETTER THOUGHTS. Real modesty Is never found on exhibition. No woman respects her husband very much unless she can feel, a little proud of him. A million dollars In golf cannot buy a meal for a hungry heart. Most seekers after pleasure usually pay for a gallon and get only a pint. When you sea a man taking advice good naturedly you may put it down, that he has somebody picked out to whom he Is going to give It. The man with a purple nose, as big as your fist, will tell you that an extravagant wife keeps his nose to the grindstone. Three things ruin a man to know little and talk much, to have little and to spend much, and to be worth little and presume much.