The citizen. (Frederick City, Md.) 1895-1923, 1895-04-19

pessimists; and yet it is already per-
meated through and through with love.
| In the course of evolution, love has
emerged along with pain, and as |
have tried to show you, partly by
means of pain Would not his result
have been worth, if necessary. ten
thousand times the cost? Would any
one barter away, for a little more
/ endowment, the highest gift of evolu-
ton? Surely, even now, the end justl-
/ fies the means-and means Even now
there is enough to compensate for mil
lenniums of what we call waste. Wastel
I As If anything could be waste which
formed part of the steady, onward
move of circumstances that was to Gull
inmate in the birth of love! The Auth
or of the Universe, who, to the jaun-
diced vision of the pessimists, appears
occupied solely in devising pain. has
been all along creating love. If this Is
the result of His bad things-and, of
course, waste, pain, conflict, taken
separately, are bad things-what must
be the unsearchable goodness of His
good things! The evolution of love, is
now going on with amazing rapidity.
Positive philosophers and Christian
thinkers, all cultivated persons-except
essimists-recognise its value and
beauty. The number of self-sacrific-
ing men and women, the number OF
those who have merged their own
life aad well-being in the life and we'll
peine of the race, is continually on the
/ increase And assuredly a time is COM
ing when there will be a reign of love
in humanity, as invariable and uniVer-
sal as the present reign of law in ma
ture. That is:
1 The one far off. divine event
Towards which the whole creation
moves"
And where is the man who would be-
grudge his own contribution of suffer-
/ ing towards a consumation so devoutly
/ to be wished? . But though
various causes. over which we have no
control, may lead to our experiencing
at times. the pessimistic mood. let us
take care that we do our best as quick
/ ly as possible to shake it off. There
! are pessimists who assiduously Guilt
vate their melancholy. They revel in the
! poetry of despair. They are positively
/ glad to find the universe out of joint
| They glory in their pessimsm as a proof
! ~ tlACAI SuHCIipI ItllIlt'IltHl. utN
{ might as We'll glory in their teothache
as proof of the superiority of their
| nerves. There is no SUP: .Ii'1 alb ut
it. There is nothing but ulseas, i.
! 1t is not the sign of the cultivated ear
! to hear nothing in the world but DIS
| cords; it is not the sign of the cult
waited eye to see nothing in the world
/ but ugliness; nor is it the sign of d
] cultivated eye to see nothing in the
[ world but its worthlessness. The pes
| sipistic mood is an unhealthy mood
| IL IS sign that something is wrong
with him who feels it. Cultivate it!
1 Foster il! AS well might you cultivate
! delirium or fever. I tell you it is a
disease and it must be cured. And, If
| YOU ask me how. I reply, by forcing
! yourself to dwell upon the bright.
| rather than the dark side of things.
/ Instead Of brooding over waste, and
/ pain. and disease, and disappointment
! and DEATH think of pleasure. happiness.
1 beauty love, life-lfe with it's infinite
| power aid promise. Cultivate cheerful
ness"'
! The last two words rang in Sam
! Shrubsole's ears, they kept pace with
his feeble steps as with his arm
through Sarahs he presently roamed
! through the passage that led to the
! outer air.
It's a good bit of a walk, but Wen
be just in time for dinner" said Sarah,
insensibly quickening her steps
The dinner can wait" said Sam
Shrubsole, stubborniy: Eve come here
for two things to-day-to please YOU.
| and n nj
| your preacher-and sensible straight
forward fellow he be--worth all the
Methodys | ever heard, and now I'm
going to look at the b'ys--to see If /
can reconnize my b'y-that's to please
myself"
For Gods sake" whispered Sarah.
! urgently, don't speak so loud, or We'll
be forbidden here, and get into fine
trouble"
The man nodded submissively.
only let me see 'im." he said, "i'u
hold my tongue. Honor bright"
Sarah's brow smoothed. but ill-l.ck
overlook her as unwttingly they
strayed into the schoolroom. not at
first perceiving the row of boys who
stood in charge of an older one waiting
the summons to dinner. Their ages
varied from six to nine; they wore
long blouse-like garments of dark blue
with turned down collars, and We're
girt about the midst with a striped
crimson sash.
Suddenly she felt her arm clutched
and the trembling of her husbands
! BODY as, pointing shaking forefinger
at them, he said hoarsely-
one of 'em must be him-one of
EN-"
Sarah looked hastily round; a few
people were coming in through the open
doorway that framed the green with
out; few from the other side, who
| glanced past the shabby pair to cast
IDLE glances at the hungry boys stand
iig IN row. neither handsome nor
| picturesque in their unlovely dress.
yet pathetic in the sense that not
| one of them could own to his own
father and mother if he saw them.
"Sh--" whispered Sarah, "we'u he
turned out, and never lowed in here
| again, if you let's on"
The man would have jerked his arm
| out of hers angrily, but that she held
him fast
I never gived him away" he NUT
tered; twas done behind nv back.
| though he was as much mine as yollrs
Hist
His eager eyes, rowing up and down
the slender rank of boys, had become
arrested, and Sarah's eyes, following
his, became fixed. too.
That's him." he said in a hoarse
suppressed voice; hes your living i'm
! age-and you, to have seen him times