DISAPPOINTMENT.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 16907, 5 December 1922, Page 6

DISAPPOINTMENT.

tßy AA ALT MASON.) Disappointments bent me double ere I long had played life’s game, for 1 always looked for trouble and the -trouble seldom came. AYhen I had a field of barley I would „sadlv gaze thereat and remark, “So help me, Charley. hail will come and knock it flat. And if haply hail should dodge ip it will burn up in the sun or a whirling wind will,' lodge it so the reaping: can’t be done. Or the locusts’ wings will rattle as they mark it in their flight, or the neighbours’ tinhorn cattle will devour it in the night. Something fierce will overtake it. rain or tempest, drought or hail; never will the gleaner rake it or the thresher wield his flail.” But the weather was propitious, no disasters came along ; my forebodings grim and vicious, turned out altogether wrong. Yet I hunted round to borrow something that would make roe glum, it is hard to bank on sorrow and. to find it does not come. I’ve been always prompt to wager that a woe is just ahead: “grief in minor Jsey or major is our portion,” I have said. But I’m sore and disappointed, all my theories seem to fail: grief avaunted and arointed just when I would grab its taii.”