The Brinkley argus., 1898-03-03
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IA Parable fos Those Who Have Looked Upon Lsfe's Darkest Side. "Oh! bury us, bury us!" they cried. but shut my ears and would moi listen | to them. Then their faces came ard Haunted me and 1 could not forget them. and sti,l they went on calling:
 .sBury us, bury us!" At last l went
 into the inner room where they lay. They were my dead ideals.
 was 10th 10 bury them. They were my own flesh and blood and had been
 SO happy with them for companions. My lonely heart ached with the long, ing to clasp them once more in my arms. They mad gradually wasted away and had embalmed them one by one and hidden them in secret place. No one could realize how missed them
 They had been so much to ne.
 looked lovingly at them. The ed
 est of all was called Respect for Ones Parents.'' He had been dead a long time, he was nearly as oltl as l. While he was with me my father and mother
 had been perfect in my eyes. but when
 he died I saw that they, too, were hu-
 man and faulty, but 1t was they who
 had gradually killed him. They could not realize that I had reached the age
 of an independent citizen of the world. I knew now he would never live again,
 and I took him away and buried him
 deep down under the ground
 Then I looked at his sister, Purity She had died soon after his brother. While she lived I thought that women were honorable and men were pure, but. alas!S now Iknew better.
 These two of my children had died, but while my favorite son, the "Em- bodiment of All Manly Virtues" was still alive, could reconcile myself to their loss. Him took with me on my
 solitary walks and hugged to my
 bosom when no one was there to sec He was my pride, my joy, my hope; l
 worshiped him like a god. And when he died my faith in hnman nature was destroyed, my anchor was taken from me. and drifted for years on a sea of despair Now as looked at him for the last time and thought of all I had snf- fered when lost him, 1t went through me like a knife that I must part with him forever But l knew that until l
 had really hidden him away out of sight should not know peace, and l put him iii the grave with the others.
 Then I looked at my fourth child,
 "Disnferestedness." He had taught
 me that kind actions were the fruit of
 kind heart, but then in the world around I had seen how here one did a
 generous action because it brought
 him before the eyes of the public and
 raised him in his profession, another
 because it made others think well of
 him, and third from greed, because
 lie hoped for a larger reward in return.
 I had found rare exceptions, but saw
 how as rule self was the handspring
 of mems actions, and when Disinterest-
 edness died I felt sick and tired of liv-
 ing. buried him, too. with the others
 And sat in the inner chamber with my head bowed and wished I, too, were dead.
 Then felt some one plucking at my sleeve, and, looking up, I saw small white baby figure standing near me. I folded him in my arms and said: What is your name, my little one?" And he answered Belief and Trust in God" And he said: "I will never leave you,
 hut will stay with you always to sup
 port and comfort you all your life and
 help you to relieve other sorrowers." And I felt once more that life was
 worth liying.-St. Louis Globe-Demo-
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