The Dawson news. (Dawson, Ga.) 1889-current, 1898-03-16

pen, but now my heart yearns to speak
just one word for Jesus, but they cannot
understand. | go to a missionary on
the train and ask: Tell me how to
say God bless you in Spanish" and
the words are given. "Now tell mel
| how to say Look to Jesus" and
write also in my handbook. | practice
the words and the accent until [ have
mastered them pretty well. Again |
hold out some nnOuncements about
my book, containing my picture.
Again the children come back: and as
they hold up their hands for their pict-
ures | say to them: "Dios lie bendiga.
Mira Jesus" Their little faces
brighten with surprise and ardent
pleasure to hear from the American
stranger kind words in their own
tongue, and they reply "Gracias.
gracias, Senorr' (I reckon that is the
way to spell it, "Thank you, thank
you, sir" They have heard nv mes
sage and understood, and burden is
: somehow lifted from my heart. The
train moves off, and as my good bye I
speak to them in my beloved Mexican
sentences: "God bless yOu-look to
, Jesus" while their appreciative
''Thank you, sir!" falls on my glad
dened heart.
1t was a small thing to be glad over,
f some one may say. Yes, but it was ali
, l had to give. And they had heard
: enough gospel in those three words,
j"LOok to Jesus!'' to save them every
one, if, through repentance and faith
, they would appropriate it, Anyway,
: my conscience was clear. Looking
] eternity in the face, and touching
e their life for once, | had sought to
S to leave in their hearts a vital truth
t that some day might make them "wise
, unto salvation" Until you are placed
0 in similar position you can't under
stand how happy 1T made me, The
4 train rolled on and strange sounds |
, could not understand were heard on
every side, but there was music in my
heart
GA carol to my King
And Jesus, listening, could hear
The song [ could not sing
Adobe huts and dark huts and dark
Mexican faces at every little station,
and language that was all "Greek(?)
to me added to the mOnotOny of the
first many miles of Mexican scenery
| began to long for familiar sights and
sounds. By and by the glory of my
first MeXiCan sunset spread IN mellow
splendor Ger sky and landscape, and
one by one the stars came out to gem
the Mexic sky.
At Lampassas we stopped for sup
pei. Some of us had lunch with us,
and while the others ate biscuit, chile
and hot tamales we promenaded 1.-TWO
and two" beneath the MeXic stars.
(GOu know l needed somebody to take
the place of one of my crutches, and a
maiden was better than a man. The
very romance OF the tropiC atmos-
: phere, but more than all the twink
ling stars above me, filled me with in
spiratiOp that words cannot describe.
: We all looked up together: "What's
the matter with those stars-that
! moon-the very blue of the bending
skies? We never saw them shine so
gloriously before. Each one seems to
have message for US. What is it, l
= Wonder?" And all at once the truth
flashed upon US: "Why, the stars, the
moon and the sky are all speaking
: English to us. We have heard their
; language before " 1t was like meet
ing the voice of thrice-belOyed friend
amid the strange jargOn of stranger
/ land, One God over all! And He
spake to our souls that night under
the Mexic stars.
, WILL D. UPsHAw.
("EarLest Willie.")