Clearfield Republican. [volume] (Clearfield, Pa.) 1851-1937, 1869-11-17
OUR SATURDAY NIGHT.
SHE nRouoHr A sKELrron !


invisible reel! And each day a record
for His inspection. If there is much
we would like. blotted out now, full OF
life and business that we are, how
much is there for Him TO shake His
head at-how much we would wish
had not been written by that won
drous pen when the record of life is
opened before us viii we believe
that record-those iacts-when the
book is passed to us, and there comes
before us page after page marking the
days from birth to burial? viii we
not think the record of some one else
has been taken down by mistake
No! Win we believe when we see :
Yes
And who ofus will have credits on
that book OF that all of us might
have more than we shall have-and
then there will be none too many.
But not of this tonight.
To-day we have been thinking.
This morning there came to our pri.
Vate room sadihced woman-a stran-
ger to us. A thousand miles and
more had she ridden to tell us her
simple yet sorrowful story, and to
ask the advice of one she believed
would advise honestly. The tears ran
down her checks like rain down win.
dow.pane when the storm is terrible
outside, as hers was in.
She was a wife-a mother. She
came to show MS the skeleton in her
soul-to tell us her sorrow. Hor only
daughter, fair girl of several teens.
had gone from her. The cruel treat
ment of father had driven the poor
girl out upon tho world. From home
she went to honest labor-from this
TO companionship with those whose
hearts and seli-control are not anchored
from this to an assumed name and
into the whirlpool of fast life in this
terrible city.
Could we find her? Would we find
her? Dare we find herr Could VIC
save her? Would we, and how? And
the tears came out TO give her heart
room for its sobs, its sighs, its sorrows,
and its sadness.
Yes, we can find her, and we will.
and some night like this we will tell
you where, aud what she said.
And we have been thinking all the
day. Thinking of these who bear
sorrows, and whose hearts are heavy
as if laden with molten potash, which
eats, and burns, and scars, beyond
Gods shown powerto heal, this side
the great well-malSing.
We see persons on the streets, in
their homes. They toll, and rest, and
laugh, and weep. There is a volcano
in each heart, throwing ont bitterness
aud sadness, yet the world knows not
and cares not. Then why uncover a
dis6gured corpse for others to gaze on
and satisfy morbid desiresl Only to
those who are friends.
We have been thinking of the thou.
sands Of beautiful girls, who arc lost
TO their homes and themselves, flying
like down before the gale Of the draft
which draws them TO certain heat.
blackness, and destruction. The dress
is not more varied than their adopted
names. And how many of these are
wept for by their mothers who mourn
as only mothers can mourn, and are
cursed as only men can curse. They
who are thus fading before porditionis :
fires are not happy, for there is no
happiness out Of that path of velvet
sward hedged by the beautiful flowers
OF Light.
Did you ever see swamps covered
with a seeming carpet of beautiful
greenl And did you ever see men
and cattle wading and sinking where
all from even short distance seemed
so fairl
There are many swamps, as God
duplicates His creation.
The one who wopt before US this
morning had been remiss in her dutv
she paid the interest on her penalty
in sobs and tcars-death alone can nav
the principal
Mothers-athersi think Of your
daughters. Love them more-care
for them-protect them-guard them
moro closely. The dress YOU make
today is worn for long Journey !
The little one in the cradle, or plavi6o
at your feot-you watch or neglect in
her plays or romps will be a curse or
a blessing as her carly education is
right or wrong.
Some there arc born TO be bad but
they are few. God will meyer ask for
our dollars, but will demand the souls
we save or lose-which lie gave.
There are wives and mothers in
thousands, and ten Of thousands of
homes where this chapter will be
read. God bless all who read il. and
all who do not. And there are wives
and mothers in the grasp Of poverty.
but not so poor as the one who came
10 us this morning, for her wsaiM had
gone, perhaps never to bo returned. nj
least with seal unbroken AMI stamp of
purity uncancellcd.
There are those in little cabins. log.
houses, rented rooms, garrcts. cellars
iarm houses, village homes. CITY rcsi.
dehee-those who toll on plain or
prMne-on hillside and in tho valley
, Mn1 are poor, but not so poor as the
prokon' n'heartcd mother who came 10
US for help to-day ''1'' -
Perhaps you Toll and mourn for ,ho
dead but that is not dvinn eor e. ~ ~
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