The Seattle post-intelligencer. [volume] (Seattle, Wash. Terr. [Wash.]) 1888-1914, 1896-04-12

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elel The paths We treat are sometimes
dark with doubts. and beset With tnickets
Of care and worry. and We do not seem 70
think that ever the great God Himself
can ever airmire them In loneliness and
SORROW. the tears fall fast ard We DO not
realize that one day they will he wiped
away. The vacant places In our hearts
and homes cause the wound 10 bleed
afrssh and we do not seem TO imagine fhat
we shsil ever clasp the dear ones 70 our
breas; again. The world Ia full Of fare
xeris and we tax as though they were
farewess forever. Through the heavy
Grape vsSl OF wldcrhood the world looks
a. IL /. were drape6 In mourning. from
which there could be no escape
20 along almost any street tn almost
any city, asd / inquire al each house II
any sorrow has visited IT. Al the first house
a child meets me. 'Oh. yes, sir" she says.
my papa Il dead On. please. sir. don't
say anything more about Il" and hasten
away to save her another pang- At the
next nousa a saa-saced woman opens the
door. and BIZ her weeds recognize Wild
owed heart. Again pursue my weary
way. and st the third door a man with deep
burrows in his brow says IN trenuious
tone: Yesterday morning ! was worth
half million: today 1 am penniiess ard
have to begin life over again At the
foot OF the next steps pause, for l see
pure white bow upon the knob. ] lift my
hat IN respect for tho dead. and stop not 70
ark my question. for know that the tears
fen fast when that innocent baby soul new
inward I frufge along and meet next al
aged woman. "Ah." she replies, my
whole life has been full OF sorrow. They
are all gone the boys and girls have not
one LEFT. I have dressed in mourning for
twenty-five years constantly Only the
Lord sustains me-" Then crossing va
cant lot. / come upon a wretched hoyei.
A. firs. 7 think ! will not knock at its
shattered door A boy sees me coming and
onens II. Any sorrow, Come and see.
4 shudder as I enter. Everything looks
desoiate and weird and ghastly. Through
the DARK han and UP the riekety stairs and
into A cousf1rtIesz room go. There. icok
nj that" cries the boy. A startled looking
girl OF % IL standing over hot IRE COOKING
dinner She seems to be conscious or son's
awful presence from which she instinctive-
" shrluks. Little children. ragged and
sgialid, are playing about the floor, need
less OF the filth or their own dark future.
Bus what II fhisy A couch. miserable,
catered quilt. human form. and, on. nor
ror. dead mans face! Died
this mornin' sir, of fever" says the hoy.
Why don't you cover his face Win tnat
Quilt? / say The girl starts. approaches
the couch and shrinks back IN terror
ouickt / cry, give me a sheet. and throw
n over that yellow ghastly eounfenanee.
/ 20 down the riekety stairs again. and
draw a long breath Of pure air as ] re-
gain the street. and l audibly exclaim.
Yes. yssl sorrow and death everywhere
Do YOU think I have drawn too literally
upon my imagination In these descrip-
tiers? The first few cases were sup
posititious. though presume they exist all
over the world. But the last Is an indis-
putable fact. described to you just as my
own eyes saw II. On, the world Il full OF
death II Ia written on fading flower and
failing leaf. on crumhling column and
ivied ruin, on decrepid old age and marble
tomb. But. thank God the world Is also
fun OF resurrection. From the ice-bound
stiffness Of winter gush the revivifying
streams Of spring. Upon the grave Of the
der arted year blooms the verdure OF a
new creation. From the decayed body OF
the planted grain bursts forth the glori-
fed body OF the resurrection And into
this sacred sepuIeher where Jesus lies
viii soon fash the brightness of risen ON
Impotence. forever irradiating the dark
meas OF earth and setting enslaved human
lily forever free. Were II not for this
bright star Of promise shining In the
heavens above US. we should sink under
the burden OF our sorrow. A tired child
watched AZ the window IN the twilight TIL
God should hang His star-lamps In the
SKY. AZ last she hailed star. and asked
her mother why God was so late In light
Ing II. The mother kissed her eager lips
and answered: Because Il was not darn
enough. my child" So shine the eternal
stars In sorrows night. Take courage
then. Look up. When II Is darkest YOU
VIII discern their radiance most clearly.
Thirty-six sad hours pass by. The Jew
ish Sapoath intervenes, but II Is pitiabi:
sorrow rather thah precious rest 10 the De
reaseu aiseipies. Al daydawn the follow
ing morning LOOK again INTO the sepulcher
betore ~ was All darkness ana death. Now
~ az isn' anu NE. Inc voice Oh Goc
the TOMB sufrendered It's victim Al
cartnquake' Matthew says. shook The foun
oauops on rock, an angel descended ane
ro'ieo away tue stone. the roman guar
was raraiyzeo ana the risen Jesus steppet
iorth the Aoru OF Sartn ana heaven Ser
aphic ips SPOKE 70 the Two Marys the JOY
tu uul"ss, re " rsru. anu tncy hurr,
WIN iear ana urea, JOY 10 nreak the siaS
news 20 the incrednious disciples IN IN
city. What niatters now the imprisonment
Mhce tne uiVihe VIII on haoeas corpus ma
pu, tne niier death 10 aenance ana Tor
ever sc, tne royal prisoner tree! peath
y aors not seem IKE neatn. III was ONLY
re" hours OF res, when Jesus TOOK De
tween ms accomplished work OF redemls
'ioh ana ms anGcip''eu VOTE OF ihtercos
SION ne,.re tne r s'her throne. re, mos
MO rai.7o on nun tsennie now ior ne
risen, LEI thuse VINO SET az hsusi. ata'
soiu nm co".. IN tpsF kVli'' TOT ne
rlSen. I,u, 'et ,iose VINO 'rus.eu tti'n ih'
n'uurnea .nor ipss now presn i.r.h mt
slnsinf. ~ s no longer a.Ao master
"no" 'hes I'VE pa' Twink tnr'si
LET us unite WIN the disciples IN thef
gisdness We snare with them the hene
MS or this glorious doctrine. We fnheri