Fort Worth gazette. [volume] (Fort Worth, Tex.) 1891-1898, 1895-04-22

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up their arms and said, "oh, how good
that does feel since you dressed It'll" and
others looked up and said, ooh, how you
make me think Of my mother" and 9TH
crs snid "1ell tho folks at homo died
thinking about them, and another look
ed up and said, miss, won't you sing mo
verse Of Home, Sweet Home before
dlci" And then the tattoo was sounded,
and the hats were Off, and the service was
read, 81 am the resurrection and tho life
and in honor Of the departed tho muskcts
were loaded and the command given;
"prcsentl Firer
And there was shinglc SGT up at the
head Of the grave, with tho cpltaph of
"Iioutenant - In the Fourteenth Mas.
sachusetts regulars, FOR Captain - in
the Fifteenth regiment of South Carolina
volunteers. And so now across this
great field OF moral and spiritual battle
the angels OF God come walking among
tho slain, and thore are voices of comfort
and voices Of hope, and voices OF resurrec-
ton, and voices Of heaven.
A Dilemma.
Ono night saw tragedy on the corner
OF Broadway and Houston street. a young
nun, evidently doubling as to which diruc.
tion he had better take, his hat lifted high
enough so that you could sec ho had an
Intelligent forehead, stout chest; no had
robust development, Splendid young
man. Cultured young man. Honorod
young man. Why did he stop thcro while
30 many were going up and down? Tho
fact Is that every man has good angel
and Il bad angel contcnding for the mas
terry of his spirit, and there was good an
gel and u bad angel struggling with that
1ttuFNfu anfr1 nj fha ne
way and Houston street.
Come with me- said tho good angel
al will taku you home, will spread my
wings over your pillow. will lovingly
escort you all through lifo under supernnt-
urnl protection. L will bless every cup you
drink out OF, every couch you rest on, ov-
cry doorway you enter. will oonsecrate
your tears when you weep, your sweat
when you toll and at tho last l will hand
over your grave into tho hand OF tho bright
angel Of q Christian resurrection. In an
swer TO your fathers petition and your
mothers prayer l have been sent of tho
Lord out of heaven to be your guardian
spirit. Come with me-" said tho good
angel In n voice of unoarthly symphony. 1t
was musiu like that which drops from
lutc OF heaven when u scraph breathes on
It. mo, no." said the bad angel Come
with me. have something better TO Offer.
The wines l pour aro from chalices Of 10
wltchlng cnrousal. Tho dance lead Is
over floor tessollnted with unrestralncd In.
dulgcuccs, There Is no God to fruwn on
tho temples of sin where / worship. The
skies arc italian. The paths l tread ARE
through meadows, daisied and prlmroscd.
Come with mo-" Tho young man hcsi.
tatcd at time when hesitation was ruin,
and the bad angel sinote tho good angel
until 1t departed, spreading wings through
tho starlight upward and away until
door flashed open In the sky, and forever
the wings vanished. That was the turn
ing point in that young mans history,
for, tho good angel flown, he hcsitated no
longer, but started on pathway which Is
beautiful at tho opening, but blasted at
the last.
Eject Of tho Choice.
The bad angel, leading tho way, opened
gate after gate, and at each cato the road
became roughcr and tho sky moro lurid,
and what was peculiar as the cato slam
med shut II came TO with jar that indl.
Gated that it would never open. Passed
each portal there was n grinding Of locks
md showing OF bolts, and the scenery
on either side Of tho road changed from
gardens TO deserts and tho juno air be-
camO u cutting December blast and the
bright wings of the bad angel turned 60
saclcloth, aud the eyes of light became
hollow with hopeless grief, and tho foun.
tains that at tho start had tossed with
wine poured forth bubblinE tears and
foAming blood, and on tho right side OF
tho road there was serpent, and Tho man
said to the bad angel, "Whnt is that scr.
pentg' and the answer was, "That Is the
serpent Of singing romorso." On tho loft
sido tho road there was lion, and the
man asked tho bad angel, "What Is that
lionr and the answer was, "That Is the
lion of all dcyourlng despair" a vulture
few through tho sky, and tho man asked
tho bad angel, "What Is that vultlref"
and the answer was, "That Is tho vulturu
waiting for tho caroasses OF the slain"
And then tho man began to try to pull of
him tho folds OF something that had
wound him round and round, and no snid
to the bad angel, "What Is IL that twists
mo in this awful convolutionP and the
answer was, "Thnt Is the worm TINT nov
or dies" And then the man said to the
bad angel; "What docs NIL this meant ]
trusted In what you said at the corner of
Broadway and Houston street. trusted
it all, and why have you thus deceived
mes" Then tho last deception fell off the
ohnrnler, ana II SAID; II was sent forth
from the pit to destroy your soul. 1 watch
ed my chance for many n long year. When
you hesitated that night ON Broadway,
gained my triumph. Now you aro here
Ha, hal You ore here Come, now, lot
us I'll these two chalices Of fire and drink
together 70 darkness and woo and death.
Hail Hail" Oh young man, will the
good angel sent forth by Christ or the bad
angel sent forth by sin get the victory over
your soulf Their wings arc interlockod
this moment above you, oontending for
your destiny, rs above tho Aponnincs
eagle and condor fight mid-eky. This hour
may decide your destiny.
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