THE HARDWOOD RECORD. 



15 



The MaLi\ About Tow^n. 



A STREAK OF LUCK. 



I had a bit of luck last week. It isn't 

 often I have any luck antl I uever count 

 on it. I find myself getting a bit sour 

 on the world as I grow older. I seem to 

 be unlucky. Last spring I came near 

 moving into a steam heated flat where the 

 landlord would be forced to furnish tlio 

 heat, but no. I concluded to remain wlierc 



BY C. D. STRODE. 



It is my experience that the people who 

 reall.y ought to have luck hardly ever get 

 it. Things are not equally divided in this 

 world. The people who are industrious 

 and who love to labor and work, and who 

 are In no wise dependent on luck, seem 

 to have it all; while we who are almost 

 entirely dependent on luck get none of it, 

 (ir niiylity little. But when we do get 



about such things I'll get in a bad humor 

 and forget all about that bit of luck I had 

 last weet. Come to think of it, though, 

 it was week before last. 

 * * * 



The way of it was this: 



I went up into the upper peninsula 

 of Michigan on some business in connec- 

 tion with — but there — if I get started on 



W. S. .Tohnson. Treas. 



I was, and where I must furnish my own 

 heat. And here I am, up against it, with 

 coal $14 a ton. If things keep on I'll be- 

 come an anarchist. 



But I had a bit of luck last week, and 

 it cheered me up considerably. I am 

 naturally of a cheerful disposition and it 

 doesn't take much to make me brighten up, 

 and last week I had a run of luck for two 

 or three days which caused me to forget 

 the price of coal, and that meat is any- 

 where from 15 to 2.5 cents a pound, for the 

 time being. 



Theo. Plathner. Pres. 

 C. C. Johnson, Secy. 



\V. A. Whitman. Vice-Pres. 



a slice of it, it awakens emotions in our 

 breasts which those more fortunately situ- 

 ated cannot comprehend, and I had a bit 

 of the best kind of luck last week. 



There are things in the world which, 

 without presuming to criticize Providence, 

 I must say I don't understand. Some men 

 love to work, and some love to rest, but 

 why the man who works because he loves 

 to work should have everything going, 

 while the man who rests because a great 

 love of rest is implanted in his bosom 

 should — but there! If I get to thinking 



that subject I will probably neglect to tell 

 you of that bit of luck I had week before 

 last, and I must tell you about that. 



Anyhow, I had been up in the upper 

 peninsula on business and as I had heard 

 that the South Arm Lumber Company had 

 bought a plant at Marquette, and that my 

 friend Whitman had charge of it, I 

 thought, as I had plenty of time, I'd stop 

 off and see AVhit, and talk over our trip 

 to Memphis that time. 



So I got off the train on Friday morn- 

 ing and went up to the Hotel Marquette, 



