The free press. (Poplarville, Miss.) 1890-19??, 1893-04-27

mind or that am superstitious; but, SIT,
she sat there last night just as cartaihiy a.
Won sit there now--the same cap, ana apr
and spectacles. IL was NY oi'
sat there" LTD 81
Then he turned to his wife and saan'
xvish Won would take these strings Oh Tue
he'd. Somebody is wrapping strings arount
me all the time. wish you would STOP .ua.
ANNOYANCE" She said, "There IS nobnius
here" Then l saw it was dellrium. ne sa,u
.Just where you sit now my mother sat-
and she said, Roswell l wish you woqio 40
hatteI-I wish YOU would do better l sald'
sNIother I wish could do better try 10
do better. hut can't. Mother, you used 70 q,
help me. Why can't you help me now
And, sir, / got out of bed. for 1t was realty;
and went to Der and threw my arms arounl
her neck, and | said; 'MotneT ~ wi' do do this
ter. but you must help. l can't 40 yuis
aloneP" knelt down and prayed. ihat
NIGHT his soul went to the Lord that mace IL.
ARRANGEMENTS were made for the oose-
ouies. The question was raised "neeuef
they should bring him to cnurcn- some
BODY said, you can't bring such dlssonlee
man as that into the church" sad; on
me when he was alive, and will stand oy
him when he is dead. Bring him" AS
stood in the pulpit and saw them carrying
the body up the aisle, felt as II couio
weep tears of bio ID. 80,
on one side of the pulpit sat his little chld
of eight years. sweet, beautiful ntoie gHi
that had seen him hug convulsively IN MS
berter moments. He put on her all jewels:
all diamonds, aud gave her all pictures aug
TOYS. and then he would go away as II
bounded by an evil spirit to his cups and
mouse of shame, fool to the orrection OF
fine stocks. She looked up wonderingy.
She knew not what it all meant. one was
not old enough to understand the sorro" OF
an orphan child.
who had ruined him. They were the men
who had poured NORWOOD into the or
nhan's cup: they were the men who had
bound him hand and foot. | knew them.
How did thew seem to feel? Did they weepP
No Did they say, "What pity that such
a generous man should be destroyed| No.
Did they sigh repentingly over what they
vultures look at the carcass OF the lamo
whose heart they have ripped out So they
sat and looked at the coffin lid, and
| told them the Judgment OF God upon those
who had destroyed their fellows. Did they
reform? I was told they were in the places
of iniuuity that night after my friend was
laid in Oakwood cemetery. and they bias
hemed, and they drank. Oh, how merciiess
men are, especially after toey nave oe-
StfOyeu you. ~ NV io|H W. $4,000 49,
fort or help. Loo. to God.
But there is aman who will not reform.
He saws: Il won't reform" Well, then,
how many acts are there to a tragedy!
believe five.
Act the First of the Tragedy-A young
man starting off from home. Parents and
sisters weeping to have INN 60. wagon
back. Ring the bell AMI let the curtain
fall.
Act the Second-The marriage altar. Full
organ. Bright lights. Long white veil
trailing through the aisle. Prayer and con-
graduation and exclamation OF 'How well
she looksp
Act Thiri-A woman waiting for stag
gerng steps. Old garments stuck into the
broken window pane. Marks o. hardsnlP
on the face. The biting OF the nails OF
oloodless fingers. Neglect and cruelty and
Despair. Ring the bell and let the curtain
drop
Act the Foursh-Tnree graves in dark
of the child that died Tor lack
Of medicine grave OF the wife that died OF
broken heart, grave of the man that died OF
dissipation. Oh, what blasting heath OF
three graves! Plenty of weeds, but no
flowers. Ring the bell and let the curtain
drop.
Act the Fifth-A destroyed souls eter-
nifty. No light. No music. NO hope.
Anguish coiling its serpents around the
heart. Blackness OF darkness forever. But
| canuot look any longer. Wool Wool l
close my eyes to this last act of the tragedy.
Quick! Quick! Ring the bell and let the
curtain drop "Rejoice, o young man, In
thy youth and let thy heart rejoice IN the
days of thy youth, but know now that ror
ali these things God wilt bring you lnto
Judgment" There is u way that seemetn
,ight TO a man mr. the epdunereof is death"