Peninsula enterprise. [volume] (Accomac, Va.) 1881-1965, 1890-11-15

E;spend The night in his home. During
the night the rufnans of the neighbor-
iahood conspired together, and sur
rounded the house, and left the woman
lead on the doorstep, and the hus-
Jand, TO rally in revenge the twelve
tribes, cut the corpse of the woman
into twelve parts and sent 4 twelfth of
it to each tribe, and the fury of the
nation was reused, and a perem2tory
demand was made for the surrender OF
the asSssins. and. the demand refused,
In one day twenty Thousand people
!: were left dead on the Held and the
next day eighteen thousand. Wher-
I ever our horse today plants his foot in
those ancient times corpse lay, and
the roads were crossed by rcd rivr!ets
sof carnage.
Nov we pass on where seven youths
were put to death and their bodies
sgibbeted or hung. in chains, not for
anything they had themselves done,
I but as a PREPARATION for what their Ia
ifSther and. grandfather, Saul, had done.
Burial was denied these youths from
3|sllifay until November. Isizpall, the;
Emo Ter Of two Of these dead boys APP
points herself as sentinel to guard tho
seven corpses from beak of raven and
tooth of wolf and paw of lion. She
pitches black tent on the rock close
by the gibbcts. Rizp;lh by day sits on
the ground in front of her tent, and
when vnlture begins to lower out of
the MONDAY sky seeking its prey among
the gibbets Rizpah rises her long lair
flying in the wind. and, swinging her
arms wildly about, Shoes away the
bird of prey until it retreats to its
cyric at night she rests under the
shadow of her tent and sometimes fulls
into u drowsiness or l.;llf Sleep But
the step of jacllal among the dry
leaves or the painting of a Lycna
arouses her. and with the fury of a
maniac she r,lshcs out upon the rock
crying, Away! Away" and then, ex-
amining the gibbets to see that they
still keep their burden, returns again
to her tent till some swooping wing
from the midnight sky or some growl-
ing monster on the rock again wakes
her
THE LONE WATCH OF EIzPAH.
A mother watching her dead children
through May, June. July. August, Sep
tembcr and October! What Il vigil
Painters have tried 10 put upon canvas
the scene and they succeeded in sketch
ing the hawks in the sky and the pan
theirs crawling out from the jungle, but
they fail to give the wanncss, the car
nestness, the supernatural courage. the
Infinite self sacrifice of Rizpall. the
mother. A mother in the quiet home
watching by the casllct of a dead child
for one night cxerts the artist to his
utmost; but who is sufficient to put
upon canvas Il mother for six months
of midnights guarding her Whole family,
dead and gibbetcd upon tho Inount:ins'
Go home, Rizpahl You must be
awflllly tired Youarc sacrificing your
reason and your lie for those whom
you can never bring back again to your
BOSOM. ss.,,- t.ic 'yls-'-ire,t
midnight Of the century Rizpali turns
upon me and cries: "IIow dare you
tell me to go home? ;un mother.
i am not tired. You might as we'll eS-
pect God to get tired rs for a mother
to get tired. cared for those boys
when they lay on my breast in infancy
and will not forsa.ie them now that
they are dead. Interrupt me not.
There stoopsan eagle that must drive
back will my aSonizcd cry. There is
panther must beat back with my
club"
Do you Snow what that scene by our
roadside in Palestine makes me think
of? 1t is no unusual scene. Right
here in these three cities by the Ameri-
can sea coast there are thousand
cases this moment worse than that.
Mothers watching boys that the rum
saloon, that annex of hell, has glib
beted in a living dcatt Boys hung in
chains of evil habit tn. cannot break.
The father may 60 to o >ep after wait
ing until twelve o'clock i night for the
ruined boy to come home and, giving it
up, he may say: Mother, come to
bed; there's no use sitting up any
longer" But mother will not go to
bed. 1t is one o'clock in the morning.
1t is half-past one 1t is two O'Clock.
1t is half-past two when he coInes stag
gering through the hall.
Do you say that young man is yet
alive2 No; he is dead. Dead to his
fathers entreaties. Dead to his moth
er's prayers. Dead to the family altar
where he was reared. Dead TO all the
noble ambitions that once inspired him.
Twice dead. Only a corpse of what he
once was Gibbeted before God and
man and angels and devils. Chained
in a death that will not loosen its cold
grasp His father is asleep, his brothers
are asleep, his sisters arc asleep; but his
mother is watching him, watching him
in the night. After he has gone up TO
bed and fallen into q drunken sleep
his mother will go up to his room and
see that he is properly covered, and be-
fore she turns out the light will put
kiss upon his bloated lips. Mother,
~hy don't you go to bcd?" "Ah" she
says, 81 cannot go to- bed. I ain Ri7-
pah watching the slain"
THE POLITICAL JAcKALs.
And what are the political parties OF
this country doing for such cases2 They
are taking care not to hurt the feelings