A Remedy for Worry

A REMEDY FOR WORRY. "Ah, neighbor," said one farmer, dolefully, to another, "how unfortunate you and I have been! I've done nothing but fret ever since our potatoes were destroyed by that untimely frost. But how's this?" he asked in amazement, — "you seem to have a fine, healthy crop coming up now." "Why, yes," was the reply; "I planted those directly after I found the first crop was destroyed." "What! and they're coming up already?" "Yes,, while you were fretting, I was working. I put off my fretting till I'd mended the loss." "Why, then, you've no need to fret at all." "True, and that's the very reason why I don't!"