Owingsville outlook. [volume] (Owingsville, Ky.) 1879-192?, 1898-10-27

Thrt is. ] believe. "gIn'eel bust
ness" and there has been marx a wife
who has made the mist',k of not be-
ing satisfied until the husband has
given up the tanning of the hides, -1T
the turning of the baniStcrS. or the
building of the walls, and put himself
in circles where he has nothing to do
but smoke cigars and drink wine and
get himself into habits that upset him.
going down in the maclStrom. taking
his wife and children with him.
There are Il good many trains
running from earth to destruction.
They start all hours of the lay and
all hours of the night. There
are the freight trains; they go very
slowly and very heavily; and there a. c
the accommodation trains going on
toward destruction, and they stop
very often and let n man get out when
he wants To. But gentccl idlcncss is
an express train; Satan is the stokcr,
and death is the engineer: and though
one may come out in front of it. and
swing the red flag of danger" or the
lantern of Gods Word. it makes just
one shot into perdition, coming down
the embankmcnt with a shout and
wall and u shrek crash. crash, There
are two classes of people sure of de-
struction; first. those who have moth
ing to do: secondly. those who have
something tn do. but who are too lazy
or too proud to DO it.
have one more word of advice tn
give To those who would have a happy
home. and that i. let love preside in it.
When your behavior i'm the domestic
circle becomes a mere matter of calcu-
lation: when the carrSS you give il
merely the result of delhi late study
of the position you occupy. happiness
lies stark dead on the hcartstonr. When
the husbands position as head of the
household is maintained by loudncss
of voice, by strength of arm. by
! fire of temper, the republic of domcs-
| tic bliss has become a dcpotism that
neither God nor man will abide. oh,
ye who promised to love each other
at the altar. How dare you commit
| perjury! Let no shadow of suspicion
come on your affection. Ii is easier to
kill that flower than it is to make it
/ live again. The blast from hell that
puts out that light leaves you in the
blackncsS of darkness forever.
| Here are a man and wife: they agree
| in nothing else. hut they agree they
will have "a home. They will have n
/ splendid house. and they think that if
| they have a house they will have a
home. Architects make the plan. and
the mechanics execute it; the house to
cost SlOO.OOO. Ii is done. The carpets
are spread; lights are hoistcd; curtains
are hung: cards of invitation sent out.
The horses, in gold-plated harness,
prancc at the gate: guests come in
and take their places; the flute
sounds; the dancers go up and
down. and with one grand whirl the
wealth and the fashion and the mirth
| of the great town wheel amid the
pictured walls. lla. this is happiness.
Float it on the smoking viands; sound
| il in the music: whirl in the dance;
east it in the snow of sculpture: sound
| il up the brilliant stairway: flash it in
the chandeliers. Happiness, indeed!
| Let US build on the center of the
parlor floor throne to Happiness;
| let all the guests. when come in.
bring their flowers and pearls and
diamonds and throw them on this
pyramid. and let il he throne;
and then let Happiness, the queen.
mount the throne. and we will stand
around. and. all chalices lifted. we will
say. Drink. O queen. live forever"
But the guests depart. the flutes are
breathless. the last clash of the impa-
| ticnt hoofs is heard in the distance.
and the twain of the household come
back to see the Queen of Happiness on
| the throne amidst the parlor floor. But
alas. as they come back the
| flowers have faded, the sweet
odors have become the smell of
charnel house. and instead of
the Queen of Happiness there sits
the gaunt form of Anguish. with bit
| ten lip and runkcn eye. and ashes in
her hair. The romp of the dancers
who have left seems rumbling yet. like
Earring thunders that quake the floor
and rattle the glasses of the feast
rim to rim. The spilled wine on the
| floor turns into blood. The wrcaths
of plush have become wriggling rep
tiles. Terrors catch tangled in the
canopy that oycrhangs the couch.
\ strong gust of wind comes through
the hall and the drawing room
and the bed chamber. in which all the
lights go out. And from the lips of
The wine breakers come the words,
Happiness is not in u.s. And the
lrlhes respond. lit is not in u.s. And
lc silcnced Instruments of music,
thrummei OK >ln,r fu s. an
swer Happiness :, not i1 "a. And
the frozen lips Of avs1.~h prtak open
and seated on the throne of wiltcd
flowers. she strikes her bony hands to-
gether and groans. lit is not in me-.