The Scranton tribune. [volume] (Scranton, Pa.) 1891-1910, 1900-06-02
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II men, ana all Otner lnOlvlOuals
= who go to-and-fro upon the earth,
carrying flendish little fiery furnaces,
continue to be a menace to the COM
munity. There should be some regu-
latlons defining their privileges, and
one OF the restrictions should include
laughter at defenceless women who
are daily scared to the verge Of lunacy
by the carelessness OF such artisans.
II wasn't so very long ago that they
burned up a handsome drug store. At
least three fires, more or less serious
in nature. have been caused by tho
overturning or the natural malignance
OF their implements OF destruction. 1t
was only last February that one OF
these irresponsible persons went
blithely off to his midday lunch, leav-
ing his furnace apparatus blazing
away on the roof OF portico. The
wind was blowing q gale and the usual
consequences would have ensued had
not the lady OF the house arrived
about that time and, entering an up
per room, found scraps of charred ma
terial floating In through the window.
She hastily summoned help and with
great difficulty the flames were
quenched, after doing considerable
damage to the outer portion OF the
residence. The only consoling feature
of the affair was that the workman
had hung his overcoat conveniently
near the gasoline stove-thing. and 1t
was entirely consumed. He was dis
| posed to lament his loss upon his
return, as he ruefully surveyed the
fragments OF his garment flying about
81 ,ir h,,t hn
sympathy from the irate house mis-
tress that his murmurings subslded.
The other day the same outfit, or
another with the same proclivities'
| were similarly situated, only higher
on the roof of house on the hill.
They managed to set the gable on
| fire and the wood was blazing merrily.
| Interest in the situation was enhanced
| by the spectacle Of the women OF the
| household walking like cats on the
extremely sloping roof OF the veranda
and handing up pitchers OF water TO
the men who were doing some lively
work In the tearing UP tho burning
wood.
After the blaze had subsided one
| OF the workmen remarked nonchal-
antly: at only upset the fire-pot," as
| II that feat were the most reasonable
| in the world and the others laughed
contentedly; and the breathless wo-
men, who about that time were in a
state OF semi-nervous collapse, said
things about him and his fire-pot.
Cemeteries are not cheerful places,
no matter how the sun may shine on
| the fair green turf, how beautiful may
| be the trees or how the stream may
| sparkle beyond the cool brown shad-
ows. The deftest blending Of art and
nature the noblest monuments, the
singing Of birds, the love and warmth
| and light with which you may be per-
sonally surrounded cannot dispel the
| unwelcome chill even on the sunniest
| day, cannot lift entirely the sense OF
| depression which envelopes the mind
Perhaps you have been sorrowing at
| n certain grave where everything Is
buried save memory and the power to
suffer. The most enhancing spot on
earth would not then be cheerful or
pleasant to your gaze.
Perhaps now, with the softenina
lichens Of years over the stones Of an
| earlier grief you have no graves near
which you bow In deepest afiliction;
| but perhaps, too, there may be one at
| home whose steps each day make a
shorter round whose eyes follow you
with a mute questioning, whose
| whitening lips and ever increasing
weakness torture you with dread and
| anticipated agony. II you wander tc
| the cemetery in these days Of frantic
| waiting for what you wish to shut out
| from your life and experience, youl
| distress is increased and the beauty
| and quiet OF the silent city have nc
appeal to you except that OF gloom
and misery.
Perhaps, though, you have never
| suffered the loss OF dear friends, Pos
sibly life has been so bright, so peace
full so perfect that almost nothing car
dim your happiness, yet, walkins
| among the graves, q strange feeling
| OF kinship tugs at your heart anc
you are sad, not for grief you have
not known, not so much from dread
| of what may come to your dear ones
not from the premonition Of persona
| dissolution, but from the inexplicablt
sense of the futility of the thing.
men call desirable and great; Of tbs
puny ambitions. ths sgnggle for su
| premacy-and the inevitable end Of al
the quiet haven Of DEATH"
| No wonder that on the days wher
you visit the cemetery you go home
to find yourself unable to enter with
zest into the pursuits or pleasure!
which interested you on the day be
| fore,
/ know one whose heart forever
kneels at the door OF tomb, behind
which Is locked that OF all her bless
! ings which was most blest. They
have planned diversions for her mind
they have taken her to distant land!
to district her thoughts from hel
grief but she never went so far tina
grief did not walk silently in every
footstep and leave a black shadow OF
the fairest scene toward which they
directed her gaze. You may say sh,
Is morbidly sad, that she should arous,
herself from the contemplation OF he
| sufferlngs-were you ever separated
from some one FOR whom your hear