The weekly intelligencer. [volume] (Lexington, Mo.) 1891-1901, 1898-07-09

Mother Lois would rather educate
Timothy in the Scriptures When
see a woman going about her daily
duty, with cheerful dignity at the
table, with kind and gentle, but firm
discipline presiding in the nursery,
going out into the world without any
blast of trumpets, following the foot
steps of Him who vent about doing
good, ! say, This is Vashti with a veil
on"
But when / see a woman Of unblush-
ing holiness, loud voiced. with a tongue
of infinite Glitter c~latter. with AFRO
CANT look, passing through the streets
with the step of a walking beam, gayly
arrayed In a very hurricane Of millin.
cry, / cry ont; ''Vashti has lost her
veil" When | see 4 woman struggling
for political p~referment, trying to
force her way up to conspicuity amid
the masculine demagogueS who stand
with swollen fists and bloodshot eyes
and pestiferous breath TO guard the
polls, wanting TO go through the loaf
erism and deflement OF popular sover-
eigns, who crawl up from the saloons
greasy and foul and vermin covered to
decide questions of justice and order
and civilization-when l see a woman,
| say, who wants TO press through all
that horrible scum to 90; to public
plsce and power, l say: "Ah. what a
PITY Vashti has lost her veil!7
When | see a woman of comeiy fea-
lures and Of adroitness Of intellect and
endowed with all that the schools can
do for her and of high social position,
yet moving in society with supercil-
iousness and hauteur, as though she
would have people know their place
and with an underlined combination
of giRgle and strut and rhodomont-
ade, endowed with allopathic quanti-
ties of talk, but only homeopathic In.
~finitesimals Of sense, the terror of dry
goods clerks and railroad conductors,
discoveries Of significant meanings in
plain conversation, prodigies Of badin-
age and i%nnuendo, | say, WASN'T has
lost her veil
Again, ] want you this morning TO
consider Nashti the sacrifice. Who is
this that ! see coming out Of that pal
ace gate OF ShUshan? II seems TO me
that / have sect her before. She
CONES homeless ho~useleSs, friendless,
trudging along with a broken heart
Who Is she? II Is Vashi the sacrifice.
Oh, what a change II was from regal
position to 4 wayiarer's crust! , little
while ago approved and sought for.
Now none SO poor a to acknowledge
her acquaintanceship. Vashti the sac
rifce.
Alb. you and | have seen 1t many a
timel Here is a home empalaced with
beauty. All that refinement and books
and wealth can do for that home has
been done; but Ahasuerus the hus-
band and father, is taking hold on
paths of sin. He is gradually going
down. After awhile he will FOUNDER
and struggle like 4 wild beast in q
hunters net-farther away from God,
farther away from the right Soon
the bright apparel of the children will
turn TO rags; soon the household song
will become the sobbing of a broken
heart The old story over again.
Brutal centaurs breaking MP the mar.
riage feast OF Lapithe. The house full
OF outrage and cruelty and abomina-
ton, while trudging forth from the
palace gate are Vashti and her chill
dren. There are homes in all parts of
this land that are in danger Of such
breaking up. Oh, Ahasuerus, that
you should stand in a home by a dissi-
pAted life destroying the peace and
comfort OF that homei God forbid
that your children should ever have
to wiring their hands and have people
point their finger at them as they pas.
down b street and say, there goes
q drunkard's childTr God forbid that
the little feet should ever have 70
trudge the path of poverty and wretch.
edness! God forbid that any evil spirit
born OF the wine cup or the brandy
glass should come forth and uproot
that garden, and with a lasting, blister.
ing, all consuming curse shut forever
h palace gate against Vashti and the
children.
One night during our civil war I
went TO Hagerstown to look at the
army and | stood on a hilltop and
looked down upon them. | saw the
camPhres all through the valleys and
over the hills 1t was a weird spec.
tacle, those campfires, and / stood and
watched them, and the soldiers who
were gathered around them were no
doubt talking Of their homes and Of
h long march they had taken and of
the battles they were TO fight, but
aiieE awhile saw these campfres be-
gan 70 lower, and they continued 70
ewer until they were all gone out
n the army slept 1t was Imposing
when | saw the campGres. 1t was
imposing in the darkness when 1
thoughtof that great host asleep. Well.
God looks down from Heaven and He
Uses the fresides Of C~hristendom and
the loved ones gathered around these
hresideA. These are the camp fires
where we warm ourselves at the close
OF day nj talk over the battles of life
we have fought and the battles that
are yet TO come. God grant that when
at last these fires begin 10 90 out and
continue to lower until finally they
pre- extinguished and the ashes OF con-
s1Hed hopes strew the hearth Of the
oid homestead 1t may be because wa