Towser's Failing

Pacific Press Publishing Association · Mountain View, California · Apr 18, 1911

FromSigns of the Times, Vol. 38, No. 16.

"My poor dog is tired out," said Mary, as the wagon drove into the yard, and Towser, covered with the dust of the road, dropped lolling and panting upon the grass.

"Tisn't the journey he had to take that's tired him," laughed the farmer. "He's used himself up by zigzagging from one side of the road to the other, and tendin' to everything that didn't concern him. He couldn't pass a gate without running through it to see what was on the other side, nor see a hen anywhere along the road without feeling called on to chase her. Every dog that barked started him to barking, and everything that moved took him out of the way to find out what it was, and where it was goin.' No wonder he's tired.

"But you'll find plenty of human bein's that are traveling their lives through in just the same way. They ain't satisfied with the road marked out for them, but watch their neighbors' goin's and doin's, and take charge of no end of things they can't help or hinder. They are like old Towser; it wears 'em out. If they'd follow straight after the Master, and not invent any extra cares for themselves, the road wouldn't be nigh so long nor so hard."—Anon.