on horseback, and taking pity on the poor man, bound up his wounds with strips of cloth torn from his own turban, and placing him on his horse, took him to a hospital, and, giving the doctor sahib two rupees, said, "Make this man well, and when I return, you will get from me twenty rupees more!"
(1273)
GOOD, SEEING THE
It is the best art of the teacher to see the good in mixed human nature and give it encouragement:
Several years ago one of the New York
producing managers received the manuscript
of a play from an utterly unknown author.
It was crudely written and most of the situations
were utterly impossible. Produced in
the form in which it came from its creator's
pen it could have been only a dismal failure.
The manager was not for a moment tempted
to produce the play he had received, but he
saw possibilities in the author's plot. He
sent for him and pointed out a few of the
more glaring defects and suggested that the
manuscript be turned over to a professional
dramatist.
This was done, and the rewritten play, only faintly suggesting the original manuscript, was produced and immediately achieved success. The amateur playwright applied himself to a close study of practical playwriting, and is to-day the author of numerous successful dramas. He realizes now just how hopeless that first play must have appeared in the original form, and appreciates the patience and good judgment of the manager who discerned the dramatic nugget buried in a desert of dreary dialog.
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GOOD SHALL PREVAIL
Near Geneva two great rivers meet but do
not mingle. Here the Rhone pours out its
waters of heavenly blue, and there the Arve,
partly from the glaciers from which it largely
comes, and partly from the clay soil that
it upheaves, meet and run side by side for
miles, with no barriers save their own innate
repulsions, each encroaching now and
then into the province of the other, but
beaten back again instantly into its own
domain.
Like mighty rival forces of good and
evil do these rivers seem, and for long
the issue is doubtful; but far down the
stream the muddy Arve is mastered,
and the Rhone has colored the whole
surface of the stream with its own
tinge of blue. So in the end the good
shall prevail. (Text.)
(1275)
Good Shepherd—See Fold, The, of Christ.
GOOD VICTORIOUS
In all the upward march of matter and
force, there has never been one single crisis
and conflict where the higher has not been
victorious over the lower. Witness the first
struggle, between the mineral and the vegetable.
The marble is hard, and the moss
seeks to spread its robe of olive and velvet
thereupon; slowly the marble crumbles, and
dies; the moss lives and grows—it could not
be otherwise; the moss is the higher and
therefore victorious. The husbandman
plants his seed of corn. The seed dies, the
little plant lives, and becomes a great stalk,
with corn in the milk, and then the full corn
in the ear—it could not be otherwise; the
golden stalk is the higher, and must be victorious.
In the forest there grow a hundred
kinds of jack-grapes, small, black and
aciduous, and a thousand orange-trees are
there, bitter, and with acid that sets the teeth
on edge. But on the edge of the forest,
steeped in sunshine and blest with room,
there grows one grape that is purple and
one orange that is sweet. And at last all
the thousand acid vines and the ten thousand
bitter orange-trees perish, while the one
purple vine survives, takes feet to itself and
journeys to all vineyards, while the orange
of the golden heart gets wings for itself and
crosses vale and mountain—it could not be
otherwise, they are the higher. And never
once has the law been reversed.—N. D.
HILLIS.
(1276)
GOOD WILL
By a divine birth long ago, peace and good will came between those that had been at enmity. An earthly suggestion of this is that related by Mrs. Pickett, widow of Confederate General George E. Pickett, on the occasion of the birth of a son:
General Grant had been a dear friend of
my Soldier's ever since the Mexican War. At
the time our first baby was born, the two
armies were encamped facing each other.
Bonfires were lighted in celebration all along
Pickett's line. Grant saw them, and sent
