We know nothing—we are too small to know. But we do see this—everywhere, always, forever and around us: that everything is balanced, and that Balance is the Great Law of the Universe.
Will this Great Law then balance everything, from star-dust to star, from force to effect, and leave man’s life unbalanced?
John Trotwood Moore.
A QUAIL HUNT IN AN AUTOMOBILE
A TRUE BILL
My telephone rang and I laid down my pen.
“Hello, Trotwood,” called my neighbor, one of those strenuous business men who goes at things with a rush from daybreak till dark. He has made a pile, but like all such he has got hold of the handle of things and can’t turn loose. Some day he will turn up his toes and leave a handsome widow with a tempting competency.
“Hello, I say; is that you, Trotwood? Yes? Well, say, let’s go after quail this morning. Ever see such a pretty day?”
“Never did,” I replied. “It’s glorious, and I am ready for a quail hunt any day except Sunday—never had any luck on Sunday, you know.”
“I’ll be around in my new automobile in ten minutes.”
“Oh, say,” I shot back, “now, that’s another thing. I’ve never been out of town in one of those things—they are not bred right, and besides I’ve got religious scruples on that subject. Cut it out, Horatius. I’ll have the little mare and buggy hooked up by the time you get here.”