1882 



GLEANIKGS m BEE CULTURE. 



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weed. I miss It, to be sure; but 3 times 30 are 90 

 cents saved. I can go to bed. and go to sleep; can 

 eat; have no vertigo, so it is good not to use the 

 weed at all. J. H. Daniel. 



Cumberland, O., March 11, 1883. 

 Many thanks for your kind frank state- 

 ment, friend J). It reminds me of a young 

 man in our employ now. When he came 

 here, nothing seemed to stand in the way of 

 his having tlie vacant place, except his tobac- 

 co ; and as he stated the case it seemed al- 

 most a cruel thing to iusist on what might 

 be termed my notion in the matter. Almost, 

 for the tirst time, 1 was tempted to waver in 

 this, one of our rules and regulations. I 

 prayed God to guide me safely, and then told 

 the young man I saw no way for the good of 

 the great number I employed, but to hold to 

 my regulation on tobacco. I felt, after I had 

 told him so, that I had done right. It is now 

 three or four weeks since that talk, and he 

 is not only looking brighter, happier, and 

 better, but he told me yesterday he was glad 

 he had undertaken it, and that he never 

 wanted any tobacco near him any more. 

 This man had tried it repeatedly before, and 

 failed ; and I think it quite likely that being 

 among those who did not nse it lias beenk 

 great help to him. 



I have used the weed for 33 years, and quit last 

 September. If that entitles me to a smoker you can 

 send it. If ever I use tobacco again, I will send 

 price of it. Send a good one. Jos. Sheply. 



Florence, Ont., Can., Jan. 6, 1883. 



We want a smoker, but not for putting away to- 

 bacco. Blessyour soul, can't the good folks down 

 In civiUzatum, where there is so much paid for 

 preaching and foreign missions, live above such 

 barbarism at home? Why, we " poor miserable de- 

 graded Mormons " have more manhood than that, 

 for we do not believe in its use; and the man using 

 It has little fellowship with us; and the man who 

 would drink whisky, or profane the name of the 

 Deity, has none. B. F. Johnson. 



Spring Lake, Utah, Feb. 23, 1883. 



niR. MEKRI-^BAIVKS AND HIS NEIGH- 

 BOR. 



Let all things be done decently and in order.— I. 

 Cor. H : 40. 



^OM'S printing-office was a sort of shed 

 adjoining the doctor's office ; and, in 

 fact, it had been used as a coal-shed 

 until Tom petitioned to have it tor his office. 

 Tom had a very good mother, and, while I 

 think of it, it occurs to me that almost all 

 the mothers in Onionville were good women. 

 Is such thecase in your neighborhood? Well, 

 Tom was naturally rather neat in his habits, 

 or, at least, folks said so ; but it may be, aft- 

 er all, that it was the effect, greatly, of his 

 mother's early training. A lot of boys pro- 

 ppsed, one night after school, to go and visit 

 his office. Tom agreed, but it was evident 

 from his manner that he was not greatly 

 pleased with the idea. When rallied in re- 

 gard to his not giving a very cordial invita- 

 tion he replied, '' Why, the truth of it is, boys, 

 my office, even if it don't amount to much, is 



clean and in nice order ; and if you all go in 

 there with muddy feet, you will make me a 

 lot of work scrubbing it out again ; and 

 folks who pick up things and handle them, 

 often make me a great deal of trouble." 



This raised a big laugh. '■'■ Why, how do 

 you expect folks to trade witli you, if they 

 don't ever go to your office V" said one. 



Tom looked a little embarrassed, but hnal- 

 ly replied, " ^V' by, I supposed you were only 

 going for the fun of it, and customers do not 

 often come to my office in a big crowd." 



John here intex-posed, that they would all 

 clean their feet so nicely that no one would 

 know they had been there, from the looks of 

 the tloor ; but Tom was a little incredulous 

 as he glanced at the great heavy muddy 

 boots of the greater part of them. However, 

 they went to a nice grassy plot, and, under 

 John's supervision, they cleaned their feet 

 pretty well ; and as a sidewalk went clear 

 up to the office, they got in without soiling 

 the clean sanded floor very much. As it 

 was rather cool weatlier, Tom asked them 

 all to be seated on a bencli at one side of the 

 room, and he would build a lire. At this a 

 boy, whom no one liked very well, jumped 

 up and exclaimed, " Oh! I'll build the tire, 

 and you can go on with the printing." 



''No," objected Tom, who was getting a 

 little nervous, " you don't know how. I 

 would rather build it myself." 



Tom meant by this that Bob didn't know 

 just how he himself managed to build lires, 

 and how he preferred to have it done ; not 

 that he did not know how to start a fire in a 

 stove, in a general way. How many mis- 

 understandings come out of just such trifles, 

 and how often we see people declaring they 

 have been insulted and abused, when noth- 

 ing of the kind was ever thought of ! 



'• Do you mean to say, sir," said Bob, all 

 in a blaze, " that I am a fool 'i"' 



Here the rest interposed and told Bob to 

 sit down and let Tom do as he pleased in his 

 own shop. Tom also explained that he ob- 

 jected, because people usually dropped coal 

 and shavings on the floor, and it was more 

 bother to clean up after them than to do it 

 himself ; but as Bob still declared he could 

 do it as well as anybody, Tom consented to 

 let him try, and the rest all watched while 

 he did it. Back of the stove stood a pail of 

 coal, and also one of short sticks and shav- 

 ings from the sawmill. Bob opened the 

 stove-door and pushed the uuburned coals 

 back and made a good place for the kin- 

 dlings ; but in so doing he blackened his 

 Angers and the wristbands to his shirt in a 

 way that would certainly make his mother 

 much work. He next, with both hands, 

 took a great lot of shavings from the large 

 kindling-pail, and placed them in the stove ; 

 but as he raised them out of the pail, the 

 fine shavings dropped over the sides and 

 sprinkled all the way from the pail to the 

 floor. As this raised a big laugh, he declar- 

 ed there couldn't anybody put shavings in 

 the stove without letting at least a little 

 dust (?) get on the floor. 



" Shall I show you how I do it?" said Tom. 



"How do yt)u do it?" 



" Just this way ; " and, suiting the action 

 to the word, Tom took the pail of shavings, 



