The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1900-03-02
TALMAGE'S SERMON.
PERIODICAL SONS" THE LATEST
SUBJECT DISCUSSED.
From Luke Nv;13 as Follows; Tho
Younger Son Gathered All Together
and Took His Journey Into Far
Country"

| upside down. one or the boys, tH'
younger is about to leave the parenta
roof, The eaglet is tired OF being
warmed by the wings of the old birds
and with rufiied feathers stands upon
the edge OF the eyrie ready to fly off
1t is a sad sight to see a home being
broken up. When the children are
about to say goodby the families laugh
talk and joke up to the last moment
but they are only trying to keep the
courage up. Even the wedding bells
weep as we'll as chime. The guests
may congratulate you upon having
gained a son or a daughter, but you
know that it is a mockery, though you
do smile through your tears. From
now on the daughter will never be the
same again She has gone to make hef
own home, to build her own nest, rear
her own young and live her own life
Instead of belonging to you she is an
others. Instead of you being first, now
you are last.
after the wedding of a very dear
friend and the worn slipper and the
rice had been thrown, and the bride
and bridegroom started, followed the
old gray-haired father down to the
garden gate, and there we stood alone
in the moonlight. Yes, Frank he
said. L know she has married good
man, but she was my youngest, and
it breaks the heart, 1t breaks the
heart Children are born, grow up
into young manhood and womanhood,
and lust when it seems the parents
cannot get along without them, OIL
they go. Death knocks at the door and
carries away some. Love hovers about
! the spring flowers and breathes
through the orange blossoms and woes
others. Business calls and duty beck
ons until the old nursery is silent and
there are rooms to let in the home
stead which once resounded with the
young peoples voices.
| Mother Who Grieves.
"Such is the sense of my text. Inc
mother did not sleep much last night.
Though she tries to look cheerful her
eyes are very red. Every little While
she disappears into the pantry or goes
upstairs. She makes an excuse as
though looking for something, but we
know 1t is only to have a good cry
The father is giving his last instruc-
lions and handing the young traveller
some letters of introduction to prom
inent merchant with whom the son
will lodge in the next town. There Is
noise at the gate. The servants are
bringing out the horses and strapplng
the baggage upon the pack mules
They talk in subdued whispers. Even
they feel sorry. The young massa
was happy, jolly, go-lucky boy, ana
always had a cheerful and kind WORD
for the hostlers The only creature
who seems to be merrymaking this
morning is the yellow dog. He frlsks
about, barking and yelping, thinking
he is to follow the sportsman on
weeks hunt. But his hilarity is
stopped when some one SHES stone
at the brute and shouts: Go back to
| the DARN. olONly nC u u w 10 DuSh Viva
tail and head lowered in abject woe.
He stops now and then as If expecting
to hear the familiar call. Perhaps he
realizes for the first time he is taking
last farewell | always did believe
bright dog was smarter than stu
pid man. But the farewell words are
now being said. The father has given
| his benediction. We must turn aside
little, while the mother has her last
convulsive clasp. These are the snap
ping of heart strings A mother can
never realize the baby she once rocked
in a cradle can grow to be a man.
People who have stood upon the
wharf at Queenstown and heard the
Irish peasants moan when the young
emigrant steps into the boat to take
steamer for America know what
mean. There is only one cry similar to
it. That is, when a family draped in
heavy black push back the wells to take
last lingering look at the silent form.
sleeping in the casket, when the I'M
dertaker stands impatiently behind.
Youth Rides Away.
But suddenly the young man breaks
away. He leaps into the saddle. The
spurs cut deep. The parents shout
their affectionate adieux to the horse
man dashing off Then they wave and
throw kisses. The old father now
wipes his face vigorously with hand
kerchief and scolds the servants and
sends them off, because he does not
want them to see him cry AS the
horse disappears over the last hill the
old mother buries her head on her hus-
bands neck and sobs as if her heart
would break. He tenderly puts his
arm about her and draws her toward
the house. Slowly they walk up the
tree-arched path. They stop a moment
on the first step to glance for the last
time down the road. Slowly, with a
sigh, the father opens the door, The
men go back to the work. the women
back to the kitchen; the domestic ma
chinery is started and the neighbors
say 1t is merely the natural order of
things for the younger son to gather
all together and take his journey into
| a far country