Wheeling Sunday register. [volume] (Wheeling, W. Va.) 1882-1934, 1896-12-27

save with reverential bow? How
would you like to hear these jests and
these wicked words come from the lips
of the child that bears your name?
How would you like TO have them said
by the woman whom you love best il
all the world? You laugh a little IN
easily. You mutter something about
nonsense: but it isn't nonsense, my
friend; there is very much Of good
sense in it.
Close your eyes and imagine you
were a boy again and see yourself hap
DIV in your Sunday suit, dressed TO go
to church, and clinging, like the shy
boy YOU were. TO the hand of your
mother. Then you sang hymns and
raised your voice in praise Of God,
after that you came home and enjoyed
the day. in a quiet way. hearing prob
ably. some of the stories Of the great
and good men who had lived, as well
as of one Man who has a boy like You
i'm that He was human, and we could
sympathiZe with you because OF that
humanity; and yet because He knew
all of your desires and disappointments
because of Ills divinity, He could lead
YOU to greater ambitions and console
YOU unde. greater disappointments.
Then when night dropped its curtain
and the stars pinned it up, you went 10
sleep easily because you were happy
and you were
HAPPY BECAUSE YOU WERE GOOD
You open your eyes and shrug your
shoulders and say: Times have
changed: it's different when ones a
man." Don't YOU wish you were a boy
again? How are your Sundays spent
now? You sleep late i'm the morning;
YOU awaken when the churches are let
ting out: past designations have killed
your appetite for breakfast and, IS you
would say. you drag through the day
somehow and wish for Monday. /
wonder how the Sundays viii look as
they are described uDOn your Life
Book? That book Will be read before
all the world, and do you think you
will be proud of the account given OF
those days?
Then there comes that commandment
with promise, the only one. How have
YOU hOnCyed those whose name you
bear? You count your father as old
fashioned: as sometimes of a bore.
You think YOU have done your duty u
Your mother if you send her an occa-
sional present, but there never comes
to YOU the thought Of what you really
might do. of what they hoped for; of
how they counted on your being. when
Won were q man. not only the dearly
beloved son. but the friend and the
counsellor: the one whom they could
turn with their sorrows and find SYM
pathy: the one 10 whom they could
bring their pleasure and
FIND A SYMPATHETIC DELIGHT.
do not believe you care to look at
that Old-fashioned picture OF your
mother that is in an old album among
some papers that are never disturbed
where you. an awkward boy, are, in
The picture. leaning beside her You
had Just gotten over long illness
and this picture of you was taken be
cause both father and mother feared
that death might claim you for its
/ own. and they loved YOU so well they
wanted to have you always, at least in
picture. Death hasn't taken you
away from them, but the world has
the world with its seldshness and its
greediness owns YOU so entirely that
Won have forgotten the mother who
bore YOU i'm pain and the father who
loved her because she was your moth
or. more than he did when she was
simDlv his wife. You were the tie be-
fwean two loving hearts, and what
/ have YOU shown as an evidence OF your
+ gratitude TO them? My friend, Whel
/ that mage Of yoHr life is read you vii
cover your face with your hands
TO HIDE YOUR SHAME
you think about murder That, OF
course. is counted out OF your llte-ls
ir2 How many times have YOU struck
nm inoffensive animal? How many
times have YOU hurt with bitter words.
And what have YOU killed in yourself.
vour innocence. your hope, and your
. faith. You have murdered the best OF
Yourself and you stand a murderer as
ereat in the eyes Of God as that one
Who killed his fellow man. He did II
in the quick spasm of anger. You have
Killed gradually and slowly the good
that was in you, and you have buried
what you have killed so deep that
wonder if. even now, it can be resur-
rected. That seventh law. What
about the book you dropped from youl
hands an hour ago? Would you like
tn cffer it to the pretty girl who made
her debut this afternoon? What about
the picture that you displayed to a
group of your fellows What about
the foul story which caused the cluf
house TO ring with laughter as ycr
told IL? And then, what about the
women whose minds YOU have stained
You pride yourself on never having lee
an innocent woman into committing