The Newtown bee., 1900-04-20

e1hS6Ty IaEG6Q IrOm 1SOU kO lSOUs DTll41~ ant statesmen and preachers and orators of every name made it the universal theme. The platform, the pulpit, and the press vied with one another in the el- oquent war of words. It was 6 great question, considered by great minds and the civilized world listened attentively to the arguments that fell from the lips of respective speakers.
 A little woman in New England, as she baked her bread, washed her dishes and swept the room amid the cares and duties of domestic life, concluded she had something to say on the all impor- tant question. She represented no great state in the United States Senate, she had no Igreat EpartY to applaud what ever she said, good and bad alike; she had only loving heart filled with sym psthy for human sorrow, and hate for human wrong. She said her say in her own way. She told simple story of & simple life. She made lowly cabin for "Encle Tom." She was poor, and so was he, and she made the house to suit the circumstances and surroundings. A splendid mansion for one so lowly would not have been home for him: besides he had no land in all the world on which to put even go small cabin after 1t was built. She had no other place, 30 she built it in the air, 'and gave to airy noth- ing local habitation and name." How many visitors since then have been to see the lowly cabin which she built, and have gone with it's owner in sll his wanderings without home, and at last gathered weeping around his lowly grave. His master claimed to own his body aud his soul. In the dismal swamrs of Alabama, darkness of the night, and only the stars of heaven above him, he told his master he could not buy his soul.
 The speeches of the great senators have been forgotten and are to some of us unknown n, but we read again the sub- lime speech of the old black slave. For years afterwards, ss the voter made his weary way through the mud end rain to tell the country by his ballot what he wanted done, soft and gentle IS the dews of Heaven came to his ear the whisper ing voice of Ms Harriet Beecher Stowe, ''Vote for Uncle Tom" When the votes were counted every one knew just what reply the silent voter made.
 High sounding names were printed on the tickets snd registered at the polls !; but as the passing years go on, and the printers ink fades away, we can read on every ballot in words of living fire, plain as the monday sun the rame of "Uncle Tom.'
 It was called sometimes one name sometimes another, but the spirit of the ballot said clear as if written out in words, "This vote Is for Uncle Tom" and he got more than all the rest. The little woman lad no vote to cast, but she told her lordly rulers how to vote and they obeyed.
 Again ss~ ~,-which is the stronger !; the bra why hand that dI ops the fiuttering paper into the box; or the power behind the hand which tells it which vote to cs st and which to throw away? The man may drop the ballot with his hand, but when the ballet comes to speak, we hear & woman's voice pleading for Liber- ty and Right. Could we look down the vistas of the future hundred years and find the one who lad exerted the great est ir fiuence on our times, we should not see wan with & sword, but 8 man with pen.
 The w nderful journey of life, begin ing in the dim twilight of the past IS leading ever onward to the unknown fu. ture. The sunrise of childhood, the sun- set of old age. Adam was not an old man when he left the Garden of Eden.
 He wss just as young in years as the boy
 of today. He had no examples, no his- tory, no past. He found garden ready
 made; and so do we all. The world is ! now ? s 1t was then. full of trees, fruits
 and flowers. The birds of today sing
 the same song they sung in Paradise. All their tunes were learned in the Gar. den of Eden. Our flowers show the same
 bright colors that gladdened the sight ot
 Eve; 'sand Solomon in all his glory wal not arrayed like one of these." Childhsol l and innocence come to our Garden el
 Eden hand in hand, and walk together il
 happiness till the forbidden fruit i