The intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1887-1891, 1890-02-15

exquisite harmony.
But blessed be God for this scarlet
line in the window. That tells me that
the blood of Christ bought thai home
for a soul, and | shall 20 there when my
work is done And rs | put my hand on
that scarlet line every thing in the
future brightens. My cycsight gets bet
ter, and the robes of the ~victors
are more lustrous, and our loved
ones who went away some time
ago-they do not stand any
more with their backs to us; but their
faces are this way and their voices drop
through this sabbath air. saying, with
all tenderness and sweetness: Gomez
Come! Gomez And the child that YOU
think of as buried-why, there she is.
and it is May day in Heaven; and they
gather the amaranth, and they pluck
the lilies, and they twist them into a
garland for her brow, and she Is one of
the May queens of Heaven. o, do you
think they could see our waving to-day?
II from this window Of earthly pros
poets we can almost see them, then from
their towers of light | think they can
fully see us. And SO ! wave them the
VI III q "HN' " hlI Ole aH L
say: 'Have you got through with all
your troubles?" and their voices answer:
God hath wiped away all tears from
our eyes" ! say: ''ls IL aS grand up
there rs you thought it would be?" and
the voices answcr: Eye hath not seen
nor ear heard, neither hath it entered
into the heart Of man the things which
God hath prepared for those who love
Him" say: "Do you have any more
struggle for bread?" and they answer:
1--WE hunger no more" And / say:
"Have you been out To the cemetery of
the golden city," and they nswer
'"rhere is no death here" And |
look out through tho heavens, and
| say: "'Whcre do you get your
lights from nights, and what do
answer: There is no night here, and
we have no need Of candle or Of star"
And l say: 'What Book do you sing out
OFF" and they answer: "The I~lallelujah
Chorus" And l say: in the splendor
and magnifcence of the city, don't you
aver get lost?" and they answer: THE
Lamb which isin the midst of the throne
leadeth US to living fountains OF water"
o, how near they seem. Their wings
do you not hear them? And all that
through tho window Of our earthly pros
poets, across which stretches the scarlet
line. BE that my choice color forever.
Is 1t too glaring for you? DO you like
the blue because 1t reminds you Of the
sky, or the green because 1t makes
thak OF tho foliage. or the
black because 1t has In It the shadow
OF the night? ! take the scarlet because
1t shall make Iuo think of the price
that was paid for my soul. o, the
blood! tho blood, the blood of the Lamb
Of God that taketh away the sin Of the
world. ! see where you are. You are
at the cross roads. The next step de-
cides every thing. Pause before you
take 1t, but do not pause toe long. I
hear the blast OF the trumpet that wakes
the dead. Look out! Look out! For
in that day. and in our closing moment
on earth, better than any other defense
or barricade, however high or broad or
~stupcndous, will hc one little. thin, scar
let thread in the window.
LOVES QUEER FLIGHTS.
The Modest Request Which q Girl Made
of Her Adorsr.
The sun was slowly sinking behind
the western horizon. 1t wasn't q nice
thing for the sun to do, says the Phila-
delphia American, but it was doing 1t
just the same. The gathering twilight
failed to conceal two young persons
seated on a sofa in a Frankfort house.
They were Mary Jenkins and George
Augustus Jones. Twilight ~deepened
into dark night, and still they sat there,
the adorer and the adOred. George
Augustus looked up into the lovely face.
and what did he see? He saw two ayes
that sparkled as the stars are wont to
sparkle in the heavens. He saw two
cheeks, i've sweet, dimpled cheeks,
over which dainty bushes played hide
and seek. he saw q mouth whose rose
bud lips resembled the half-opened
petals Of some fair flower.
George Augustus could stand 1t no
longer. In a moment he held her in his
mad. passionate embrace. Then. and
only then, did the fair girl speak.
"George,' she said.
swell, dearest?"
'CneeSe IL.
"What do you mean?" he gasped.
SECT of the grass, that's ALL"
He got.
In other words, he disencircled his
arm from her waist.
A minute of painful silence ensued,
during which tho eyes of the girl wan
dered restlessiy to and from a peculiar
porcelain urn which stood on the table.
Finally she spoke. George" she
said, will you do me a favor2"
"Do you a favor!" he cried. with
fervor. "There is nothing l would not
do for you. For your sweet sake l would
do battle with two thousand demons,
aye, ven though each demon was fol-
lowed by myriads of other Demons. For
you I would gladly go through fro and
water. For you l would scale Alpine
heights or descend into hellish depths.
For you I would give my very life.
Speak, angel! What wilt thou have
me dor"
"Simply." she said, looking at him
with her limpid blue eyes and covly
nesting her blonde hair In his celluloid
shirt-front "simply chase. the growler."
he chased.