The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1900-01-12


violence after threat Of violence air
over the land. / really think II the
women of the east had as much faith
in God as their sisters of the west had,
and the same recklessness of human
criticism, really believe that in one
month three-fourths of the grog-shops
of our cities would be closed, and there
would be running through the cutters
of the streets Burgundy, and Cognac,
and Heidsieck, and old Port, and Schie-
dam Schnapps, and lager beer, and you
would save your fathers, and your hus-
bands, and your SONS. first, from q
drunkards grave, and second, from a
drunkards hell! To this battle for
home let all women rouse themselves
Thank God for our early home. Thank
God for our present home. Thank God
for the coming home in heaven.
One twilight after I had been play
ing with the children for some time.
lay down on the lounge to rest. The
children said, play more. Children al
ways want to play more. And, half
dream this dream: 1t seemed to me
that I was in far-distant land-not
in Persia, although more than oriental
luxuriance crowned the cities; nor
the tropics-although more than trop-
ical fruitfulness filled the gardens; nor
in Italy-although more than Italian
softness filled the air. And wandered
around, looking for thorns and nettles.
but / found none of them grew there.
And l walked forth, and l saw the sun
rise, and / said: When will it set
again." and the sun sank not. And
l saw the people in holiday apparel,
and l said: When do they put on
workingman's garb again, and delve
in the mine, and swelter at the forge?'
but neither the garments nor the robes
did they put off. And l wandered in
the suburbs, and l said: Where do
they bury the dead of this great city?"
and I looked along by the hills where
it would be most beautiful for the dead
to sleep, and l saw castles and towns
and battlements; but not a mausoleum
nor monument nor white slab could
l see. And I went into the great
chapel of the town and l said: Where
do the poor worship? where are the
benches on which they sit?" and a
voice answered: 1--WE have no poor
in this great city" And l wandered
out, seeking to find the place where
were the novels of the destitute; and
l found mansions of amber and ivory
and gold, but no tear did l see or
sigh hear. l was bewildered, and
sat under the shadow of great tree.
and said: What am l, and whence
comes all this?" And at that moment
there came from among the leaves,
skipping up the fiowery paths and
across the sparkling waters, very
bright and sparkling group; and when
l saw their step l knew 1t, and when
l heard their voices l thought l knew
them; but their apparel was so diff
ferent from anything l had ever seen,
/ bowed stranger to strangers. But
after awhile, when they had clapped
their hands and shouted: Welcome!
welcomed" the mystery was solved, and
l saw that time had passed and eternity
had come, and that God had gathered
us up into higher home; and l said:
Are we all here?" and the voices OF
innumerable generations answered:
"All here;" and while tears of glad
ness were raining down our cheeks.
and the branches of Lebanon cedars
were clapping their hands, and the
towers of the great city were Ginning
their welcome, we began to laugh, and
sing, and leap. and shout: Home!
home! home!"
And then felt child's hand on my
face, and it woke me up. The children
wanted more play. Children always
want to play more.