The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1894-11-22
OVER THE DIVIDE.

OVER THE DIVIDE.
Tonight the sun fingered behind the
massive lifts of granite, west of Denver,
Illuminating the lines of mountain tops,
and rejecting such flood of red and
golden glory that hundreds, who love
the beautiful, stood wrapt in awe and
admiration. A glorious, wonderful
sunset, to be seen to be believed. Over
there-just yonder, beyond the white
shrOuded peaks that comprise the
snowy range is the place. Over there
is the Divide-the high line that separ-
ates the east from the west, and adown
to the fair fields that line the Pacific.
AS we sit to watch and to wonder. the
sun moves Oh it's way, gathering in its
train for a sweep across the distant
ocean, and the headess Clouds like
creatures of silly fashion, float up to
bask in the fading sunlight for time,
then disappear, as do those who live
aimless lives on earth. AS the glory
passes on, following the great Master,
the source of light we see that all along
the streets Of the busy, rapidly-spread
ing city lights are being lit Where
are these lights? Some are in homes,
made glad and strong by the gathering
of all who belong there. Some are in
stores, where weary clerks are restoring
/ hot g
the afternoon. Some are in stores,
where the various articles made by
workmen in their shops, are yet to be
sold tonight to go into the homes of
other wOrkmen. Some are in offices of
lawyers, who tonight, i'll the quiet, are
Inning their thoughts on paper, as they
are preparing for legal battles in which
they engage to defend or to prosecute
those who are too avariciOuS, or too
| ignorant to be good citizens Some are
IN rooms where the busy. and never
properly appreciated printers are set
ting the type that will tomorrow tell
of the yesterday, and its miles of broken
hopes. promises, and expectations, and
also of the successes wrought out by
patient workers VINO live to really better
their condition. Some are in rooms
where students are gathering in the
thoughts, the lessons left by giants of
intellect, or the examples of men who
lived in thehOpe of being useful. Some
are in places of dissipation. where games
of chance lure those who have no
chance but a certainty to lose all if they
gain all, or places where lust, wanton-
ness and drunkenness hold wide open
the door through which SO many gifted,
once loved ones go, as flies to their
wasting
In a second story, not far from the
window where we sit, lamp has been
lit. There is no curtain to the window
A woman takes the. lamp in her hand
and places it on table near the far side
of the room. Through night glass
we look in into the room to see in one
corner a bed and on the bed an old
man, with white hair, prOpped up on
pillows, his face to the west. Who is
he? We know not, only that in his
wornOut body is spirit that. like ours,
is to live in other surroundings than
these That he is a man whose life
work here must be nearly done. The
woman waiting upon him tenderly,
whom we see fixing his pillows to give
him cool spot on which to rest his
head, who hands him glass that APP
pears to contain water, must be his
daughter In the light by the aid of
our glass, we see that her features and
his are of a pattern, that she is to
him all care and attention. That
old man is soon to follow the great
light, to pass on and over the Divide to
the realms beyond. We shall see him
in the future: shall see all who pass
over, but not those who go down into
the cutters to be lost this side, or who
burroW into the oblivion which will be
the home of those spirits who on earth
live only in the sensual, the avariciOus,
the utterly selfish, from which there is
no growth for the soul that dies therein
Over the Divide! Then going down in
the sunlight! Passing on in the foot
steps of God-of that great embodi-
ment of progress men have worshippeG
for ages because it is out Of the lOins
of that living power that every pro-
gressive soul comes All along the
inc Up There, broken, pointed, ragged,
rugged that it is, there is room for mill
mire, no morass, no sloughs, ne insect