The St. Louis Republic. [volume] (St. Louis, Mo.) 1888-1919, 1900-04-22
S.ATI kD.AY NIGHT.

TEN. twenty. a thousand souls may ne
glad when any one day has slipped away.
but TO millions the coming of Saturday
night
An. have You srsr thought of the mai
es'y- the soiemnity. the blessing. the
peace that bs0ods when the sun pcs Town
AMI it Is the eve OF the Sabbath,
Cover the furnace tire-the great belyL-
ing. flaming furnace fires that drive 4
thousand wheels and shafts and ~nerdl-s
that turn and weave and force nd weld.
Let the factory be still. with neither the
mum OF voice nor OF machinery. y hundred
men and women .;re rrw troUpjnG from the
doors or the great. dull! building. here
Is Il bright look on r!!ei. faces. brighter
than that OF yesterday. Maybe It is only
borrowed from tile glory Of the sunset.
And maybe il is because IL is Saturday
night.
Workman. put up your pick and turn
your face toward the glowing west. There
sinks the great. red sun that marks the
snd OF your week Of toll and the comm.
OF 4 day Or rest. Lift YOUR worn hat
from your moist brow. BAY. yorr '.ead 20
the cool breezes of heaven and listen to the
Angeius.
1t is Saturday nigt,.
a hush steals over the farmvarI. Tre
old SiIr-ournsd horse. weary with his work
49, "sss uAit ~ sl- &NhbN-
door and whinnies contentedly. tie Will
have an extra share of food for slipper
and an extra amount Of brushing and rub
bling down.
For 1t is SATURDAY night.
To-norrow he will enjoy the dignity Of
passing the pillow that the 'arm"r isft
standing In the failow earth. while he
draws the carryali with its load o: bright
faces and contentei hearts to tH. lttt.
white village church.
There is /. hum and q briskuess a.nj an
odor of baking and steaming sweets and
meats IN the kitchen. The buildings and
pies an! cakes are coming from the oven
and are being put by an the dresser. The
busy house wife is now concerned lboIt her
salads and cold meats for the SUNDAY DIN
nfr.
1t IS Saturday night
Pink-toed children. as fresh rs flower
buds from their dip in the bath Of warm
water. cuddle down into snowy aud u':-
wrinkled sheets. sweet as the grass over
which they We're dried in the St;n. They
have repeated the text Of the Suuday-Sch""i
lesson. have said Now I hay NE down to-
sleep at the mothers knee. and now she
bends over them to kiss THEN drow$y lids
The Song Of the Shirt" is hushed FOR a
little time. Tomorrow the tired eyes 81
the weary stitchcr may look abnr; on the
green fields and the arching trees at the
edge of the busy. needless. careless city.
As tho sun goes down the breath of Ur-
tramtuel"i nature seems IL steal over Nor
senses. There ia only Il small window. hi@n
up. to ne sure. through which the pink ana
gold light Of the departing day may steal
but she does not fail 10 catch the CLEAN.
II is Saturday night
There arc throngS on tn" Clty'S streets.
There are baskets and bundles being borne
hu,ncwarI. There is the h'iatcd shopper.
who needs must wait each week for his
n,easer wage to buy the Iitti- shoes or the
little hat or cap that is waited for $"
eagerly by some hriGht-eyed girl or boy.
He bears the treasure home proudly, anu
no more proudly wears II King his roh'S
of state than does - poor mans child MS
new clothes" Many Of the shops nave
kept their doors open for this hellted SHOP
psr. They knew he would come.
1t is Saturday night,
The millionaire ceases reckoning his
gold and wondering whether stocks VIII
on up or down. The great struggle tor
wealth is put aside. If not forgotten. To-
morrow the tick of :hc telegraph machine
in his ears will he replaced 10y tine mighty
tones of a church organ He Will fta' an
the wall, back of the pulpit. me t'ich ""u
the ponr. They Meet Together, the i"'u
Il tho Maker Of Them All.
O.. Hope and Love and Peace come creep
ing, softly creeping. and claiming a pI''e
in tho great worlds throbbins heart when
rho sun goes down and it is Saturday ui.ht.
MODESTO: II JORDAN.