Perrysburg journal. (Perrysburg, Wood Co., O. [Ohio]) 186?-1965, 1900-09-14
voice even and sweet, for,she said,; mo,
will not 60 with you; Paradisc In
here"

II was noon, s'stilI summer noon
when Death came again, meeting, as
he glided through the solemn quie tiof
the waiting, praying; dcsolate homo, a
man whose face wassns pale and set as
Deaths own; whose eyes were heavy.
with unshed tenrss; children, with q;
strange grief upon'their hearts. Brit
heedlcss, unpitying Death passed them
by. and went once again for the ono
who was brought into the shndow of
his wing. But IL was s:different scene
that met his eyes as he paused for an
instant at the door; tt'was a mother's
room now, wide and spacious. Over the
mantel the pictured face of n man. a
scholarly face, pure Of outline and di-
rect and Arm OF expression. seemed to.
dominate the room, and.ahe groups of
children's portraits, Herle shoes upon
the floor, little stockings inmthe great,
wide work basket, scboolbooks and
states on the desk by the window, all
typified her life. with its broad, un-
selfish, womanly interests. its loves
and it's cares, its duties and its pleas
ures. Once again she listened to,
Deaths plendings, and as he looked
upon her. he almost eavied Life the,
beauty he had written upon her face.
Youth and freshness wsresgone, spent
As O generous giver does mere gold, in'
loving service, glad to AeSthe poorer,
but there was grace and loxeliness pass
ing that Of form or color iin,the quiet. \
Nadopna-like eyes, the thoughtful,
brow, the mouth kept sxeet and mel
low by sunshine and rain, the words
OF love and the grooming of cradle
songs; all was there. albhhe life from
which he had warned hAr-tears and
laughter, moments OF Joy, hours Of
SORROW md grief, years at sweet, calm,
evenpaced content, hope, patience,
anxiety, realizntion-the,st STORY was all
wuitten there, and 1t was gain. not loss;
beauty, strength and all ldursome wom-
snlinessr bot Death despaired not, even
thoHgh he saw more of happiness than
Of sorrow.
''SoNs You are ready toeeome with me-
TO, Paradise you who hnxe known grief
snd loss. for have takcnEour children,
from your arms, and tn sF bloom there:
You have seen all thatfLife imposes.
You have known weartrsss; you have
felt the thorns and briars along ths
path Life has not spared Jou labor on
care To you, and sucEias you, j coma
n delfverer; one who. bestows re st
after long toll. All Lits's, burdens will
be lifted. md you will forever fold ycsr
hands In eternal peace. Come with rla,
you who should greet tuhe coming CIT
friend who will give y-,u Paradise" -
But she looked up iato his face, srto
the passion-pure. mnrBls-lske featSres
Of Death, and. "a. the glow. of the
Northern Lights flusHes into ;ros.ate
hue even fields of icesand snow. sosthe
face Of Death bccaupe illumined, with
all but human tcausx and expression,
as she said, her voA me not the tLhaid
faltering tones OF 1ke blushful maid
who had once answered his plea bn;
the fuil-ruund~d. psslodious aeeests .oi
womnn: go Year way, DeathI..
know all that life means, oil thSt loy,
gives and takes, anI again will i say
after all ithese years, Paradise is moi
with you. Paradise iS here, hs,Ppipes'
is here. q IT Johns here!"
And Death trIs!ed his ghossly, gar
ments lroughh ahc house mud; wen
alone. vi tn nlmcst bitterness agains
his bro her Id1f, who could so holC
out and 80 charm. When she waket
she sai |, rs ous who had routed ant
conqus ed foe: "IVhat does,he know
of TM adise?a Paradise is. here. fo
yoa- IN belo, sal. arc here"
Eve ling shadows were. gathcrih,
when Death, came again. The room
WAS . Il in hRi1 lights; mather's room
sSfln. hut no, bngcr that n tDDy mothe