The Progress., 1898-07-09

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apostle, Mother Lois would rather educate
Timothy in the Scriptures When l see
woman going about her daily duty, with
cheerful dignity presiding at the table,
with kind and gentle but firm discipline
presiding In the nursery, going out into
tho world without any blast of trumpets,
following in the footsteps Of him who went
shout doing good, | say, "This is Vashti
with a veil on.
But when i see Il woman of unbluShin2
boldness, loud voiced, with tongue of in.
finite Glitter clatter, with arrogant look
passing through the streets with the step
of a walking BEAM gayly arrayed in
, very hurricane Of millinery, I cry out,
"Nashti has lost her veil" When see
woman struggling for political prefer
ment trying to force her way on up to
| conspicuity amid the masculine dema-
gogucs, who stand with swollen fists and
bloodshot eyes and pestiferous breath to
guard the polls wanting to go through
the loaferism and dctllement of popular
sovereigns, who crawl up from the saloons
Greasy and foul and vermin covered to de-
eide questions of justice and order and
civillzntion--when1 see a woman, soy,
who wants to press through all that hor-
rlble scum to get to public place and pow
cr, say: "Ah, what a pityl Vashti has
lost her veil ~
When ste woman Of comely features
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 superciliousness and hauteur,
as though she would have people know
their place and with an underlined COM
bination of giggle and strut and rhode
montade, endowed with allopathic quaint
ties of talk, but only homeopathic infln-
itesimals of sense, the terror of dry goods
clerks and railroad conductors, discoveries
of significant meanings In plain conversa-
ton, prodigies of badinage and innuendo
| saw. "Vashti has lost her veil -
Mans Cruelty.
Again, want you this morning to con-
slider Vashti the sacrifice Who. is this
that / see coming out Of that palace gate
of Shushan? 1t seems to me that have
seen her before. She comes homeless,
houseless, friendless trudging along with
broken heart Who is she? 1t is Vashti
the sacrifice Oh, what a change it was
from regal position to wayfarer's crust
A little while ago approved and sought
for. Now, none SO poor as to acknowledge
her acquaintanceship. Vashti the sacrifice.
All, you and have seen it many timel
Here Is home empalaced with beauty
All that refinement and books and wealth
can do for that home has been done; but !
Ahasuerus, the husband and the father, is
taking hold on paths of sin. He is gradu-
ally going down After awhile he will
founder and struggle like wild beast in
the 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 be-
come the sobbing of broken heart The
old story over again. Brutal centaurs
breaking up the marriage feast Of Lapi.
th@. The house full of outrage and cruel
ty and abomination, while trudging forth |
from the palace gate are Vashti and her
children. There are homes In all parts Of
this land that are in danger Of such break
ing up Oh, Ahasuerus that you should
stand in home by dissipated life de-
stroying the peace and comfort of that
home God forbid that your children
should ever have to wiring their hands and
have people point their finger at them as
they pass down the street and say, "There
goes a drunkard's childp God forbid that
the little feet should ever have to trudge
the path of poverty and wretchednessi
God forbid that any evil spirit born of the
wine cup or the brandy glass should come
forth and uproot that garden, and with
lasting blistering, all consuming curse
shut forever the palace gate against Vashti
and the children.