Weekly graphic. [volume] (Kirksville, Adair Co., Missouri) 1880-1949, 1884-03-14

sad scenes of hamlet and town. Fo
you my readers, can relate or call tt
mind, one here, another there, all owe
this. our beautiful land, and the ques
tion OF the stricken young mother Il
being asked of us all and is repeated
over and again What can / dos"
That evening VIXEN the night shad
ows stole noislessly around US and the
darkness of night spread her mantle
lovingly over the earth hiding away the
good and bad, two women stole close
beside US where W. sat milking lost ii
thought thinking over the sad scenes O
the day. Then was poured into oul
listening ear the wall of another strick.
life, how she had been driven out the
night before with an ak uplifted ovel
her head and by him who had promis.
cd in the long ago to love, cherish and
protect, willie life should last, Out in
the darkness he could not find her and
the curtains of night hid her away from
his wrath. Out under shelter of ar
old ash house, she sat all the night long
to keep off the falling dew from shoul.
ders that already bent under the
weight Of years and lungs that cough
was eating slowly away. We said,
poor sister, sitting out there under the
silent stars all the long night"
Her answer was, 40 no the good
father brought the light SO soon, that
the nights visions as they foated by
to her who sat alone commnning with
her own thoughts and the God who
holds our destinies. Hopes that were
cherished but to die, dreams of a home
they would build for their little ones.
that too had faded forever away. So
you would think. could you look into
their desolate home, where eight or ten
little children cluster around her in
want and destitution. Whiskey, the
peoples terrible foe, stalks abroad at
MONDAY over our sunny land and has
taken the husband, robbed him of
manhood, at last stolen away their
living and their father. He is worse
than dead to them, for disgrace is their
portion now, and death leaves only
sorrow.
Long after nightfall the hill scenes
haunted our vision, touching heart and
soul with pity. These are no over
drawn pictures of lands afar off. but
just over here in the shadows of our
own homes when men work from mcrn
till night hardly looking up to catch
one ray OF sunlight all the long day,
and go Satur lays just up here to our
beautiful. little city, where many tall
spires point heavenward, and in some
way manage to get whisky, for all Of
the many ways devised by good men
to prevent It,
From hill and valley, from hamlet
and town and cities all over this sun
ny land the wall and low moan of this
mighty nation is waited out on the
night winds Tears have been shed
to wash away the anguish, prayers of
mothers, wives and sisters 60 nightly
up to God, women in rich attire have
knelt in the very sinks Of vice and
prayed loud and long for the destroyer
to be stayed From northto south. from
east to west goes the walling cry of
destitution and want, of heartache
and sorrow. And the question?
What can I do?" will ask itself in the
hearts and souls of the people Turn
not deaf ear to the women's wall for
help or the orphans cry tor bread, that
the demon whlskey has robbed them of.
While l would scorn to ask for lhatwhich
IS our own by inherent right, would
humiliate myself and ask for one vote
for women that we might sweep from
off the earth king Alcohol, and bury
HIM SO deep that the trumpets of the
resurrection morn would not breakt
the slumbers of the demon.
This IS no chili's play, but work for
strong men and noble loving women
that dare work with heart and soul to
meet the needs Of the hour, helping 10
lift up our saddened, sorrowing, fallen
brothers and Sisters, which can only
be done BY banishlng from the face OF
our beautiful, green earth so terrible a
foe to humanity.
And somebody s smile was like sunshine.
When walking by somebody's side.
And oft, as he told the story OF old,
So somebody's lips rep led