Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1896-08-02

reached there is a good dinner waiting
eo- rs, but everybody is too tired and
700 depressed 70 be hungry.
After that we can do wha. we please.
ana We women please 10 take OF our
tlsuJ gowns. assume those that are cool
ana easy, and indulge in exquisite idle
ness / sit under a tree with a book
O poetry and look at the flower garden.
1us- ~ front OF me is a grea- bouquet
g sunshine. Il is q bed OF Old-faSh
Toned yellow flowers. and beyond that is
me real sweeJ-smening. old-fashioned
Garden. protected BY q border Of box.
Here grows. in the real old-fashioned
way. sweet peas. citron al0es. pausies,
SWee, Williams ragged Robins mign-
onette. scarlet sage and Baltimore Belle
roses, while back OF the flowers IS
-A-nt, sweet marjoram and parsley.
look no the flowers and forget my book
look az the hills. way on In he dis
renee. and the valleys that laugh be-
tween. and It seems 70 ne that this is
a PETER WAY TO WORSHIP GOD.
-han 20 sir in o hot church and 20 listen
-o the words OF man who somehow
doesn't seem 20 touch the tender chord
chat is in us all and which. for want OF
a Better name. we call sympathy.
The children ara playing rather Out
e-lv In view o' IFS beisg Sunday. they
GRO hurving a doll ard marching 20 he
funeral And the small boy who is OH
ci2-ing as preacher has remembered a
little o. ire morning sermon, and he IS
saving over ne battered china image,
"Our departed has undoubtedly gone 20
hen And Tho sQueaking little voices
rise rD I'm an CI7-Sashi0nad HYMN. and.
C75lv enough. the children are quite
satisfied and feel that they are observ- !
ing fhe Sa1ba.h day as + should be.
Uncle Timo-hv has shed his black
clothes and acoears In cool linen. I'LL
i7g very comfortably. q big rocking
chair In one corner Of the porch. He
would Ike 10 look around the farm: no
would Ike 10 see how the animals are al
doing. bur knowing that This is the day
when he cannot 10 what NJ likes. he
naFas The best of IL and talks 70 one
OF -he babies She IS q knowing little
tabv and she asks questions thar would
puzzle the Pres5y-ery.
Saws she. Grandfather. why canno, /
have me chickens out here?
He looks AZ her. and then answers,
BECAUSE IT IS SUNDAY
Then she inquiries. But don't the
chickens Ike gingerbread en- sunday
as wen as on week days?
Uncle Timothy knows that they do,
bur he does not think 10 Wis to tell her
50. So le beats about the bush. and SAYS
thai the chickens have gone % church.
His f0rmentor krOwS better than that
and she SAYS. oh grandfather YOU
have told a I'D. he gray chicken laid
an eE-. and -he speckled one IS out
growing about IT, Ought a chicken 10
lay an egg on sunday?
This theology IS too deeD for Uncle
Timothy. so he says h= will take her
on his Ian and sing 10 her hoping 10
end the conversation this way. The
snail lady announces that she viii ne
svvz I'D. provided the tune is a gay one.
So Uncle Timothy tries 20 remember
when he used 20 20 70 camp meeting
and make love % Aunt Maria. And he
c-o5ns out a rather chirpy tune about
the angles and clouds and harps
--7-s makes great impression on the
nearer. and she asks. Grandfather, do
YOU -liak the man that played 5he or
gan and brought the monkey VIII 90 70
h-svan2' The man referred 20 IS az
T-enan who looked as if he might be-
l,re- "a, the worst OF the secret societies
and who had appeared al the farm on
Sarur7av accompanied by a monkey,
had been entertained and sent on his
way rejoicing. The children
had ADORED THE MONKEY
and found pleasure in the music Of the
o-gan. Uncle Timothy has his doubts
about the Italian going 10 heaven. 50 ne
tells the small woman that be Is bad
man. a w0rsliper OF stun images. For
a d. -ls while his granddaughter thinks.
Then she inquiries, Is it any more
harm 20 worship a stun image than 10
worship me. grandfather. And my
mother says YOU DO.
Now Uncle Timothy has lost all pa
thence and he tells her that he wishes
she dine ask so many questions. ana
that she is a BAD girl. She leaves him
fin disgust having great doubt about the
value OF any religion. or the wisdom OF
her grandfather.
Tea time comes. and though we are
an moro cheerful than We were at din
ner sill the sabbath depression is over
MS all. Somebody counts and annOun-
r,s that five boys have been whipped
and Two small girls put TO bed Sdch
n thing would never have happened on
q yyeel, day. I give a sigh. and take my
hook and go out under the trees. and
there am joined by grandfather's pet.
Seating himself beside me. she wants
IN know if God made the mountains.
7 answer her. and then, together, the
child and I look ~ the sunset. too tired
no talk much bur after a while she
asks Did YOU ever hear Gods great
cannon so off2' know what Sne
means. and 7 toll her that I have, and
thar e is meant 10 warn little people 10
o., into Jl7 house before the lightning
comes At last she falls asleep in my
arms. Everything about is quiet; am
conscious of the perfume of the flowers
and of the majesty of the hills. The
nm trees surround me. and with the
li-.la child close 20 me. I feel As II |
w.-a in the temple OF God There Is no
s,,uf except that made by the birds as
Shaw e1irp forth their thanks for their
And YET. everything that has
be-r created seems 90 be a tbankSg.v-
iD- And the majesty and the power
ofCr7 are impressed upon me. and there
-.- ,-ar me- "A certain s,s0rD of the liz