The Globe-republican. [volume] (Dodge City, Kan.) 1889-1910, 1901-08-01

secret society was the Loeb Earn
Their business was the Vile de Havrs.
They struck, and the Vile de Havre
went under,
the Last Hours
Which would you rather have in
your hand when you come to die, a
pack of cards or a Bible? Which would
you rather have pressed to your lips
in the closing moment, the cup of Bel
shazzarean wassai1 or the chalice of
Christian communion2 Whom would
you rather have for your pal1bearers.
the elders of a Christian church or the
companions whose conversation was
full of slang and fnnuendo2 Whom
would you rather have for your eter-
nal companions, those men who spend
their evenings betting. gambling.
swearing, carousing and telling vile
stories or your little child, that bright
girl whom the Lord took? Oh, you
would not have been away so many
nights, would you, If you had known
she was going away so soon? Dear
me, your house has never been the
same place since Your wife has never
frightened up She has never got over
it. She never will get over it. How
long the evenings are with no one to
put to bed and no one to whom to tell
the beautiful Bible shortest What a
pity it is that you cannot spend more
evenings at home In trying to help her
bear that sorrowi You can never
drown that grief in the wine cup. You
can never break away from the little
arms that used to be flung around
your neck when she used to say
Papa, do stay with me tonight. do
| stay with me tonight" You will never
| be able to wipe away from your lips
| the dying kiss of your little girl The
! fascination of bad secret society is so
great that sometimes man has turned
| his back on his home when his child
| was dying of scarlet fever. He went
| away Before he got back a midnight
| the eyes had been closed, the under
| talSer had done his work, and the wife.
Worn out with three weeks watching,
| lay unconscious in the next room.
! Then the returned father comes up
| stairs, and sees the cradle gone, and he
| says, What is the matter2" On the
| judgment day he will find out what
| was the matter
Oh, man astray God help you, I
| am going to make a very stout rope.
| You know that sometimes a ropemaIxer
| will take very small threads and wind
| them together until after awhile they
| become ship cable And I am going
| to take some very small delicate
| threads and wind them together un-
til they make very stout rope [
| will take all the memories of the mar
| rage day-a thread of laughter a
| thread of light, thread of music, a
| thread of banqueting, a thread of con-
| gratulation-and I twist them together,
! and have one strand. Then I take a
! thread of the hour of the first advent
| in your house, a thread of the dark
mess that preceded. and a thread of the
beautiful scarf that little child used to
wear when she bounded out at even
| tide to greet you. and a thread of the
| beautiful dress in which you laid her
| away for the resurrection, and then
twist all these threads together and
| have another strand. Then 1 take q
thread of the scarlet robe of a suffer
ing Christ, and a thread of the white
raiment of your loved ones before the
throne, and a string of the harp cheru
bic, and a string of the harp seraphfc
| and I twist them all together and
have a third strand. "Oh,'' you say
tteither strand is enough to hold fas
a world" No, 1 will take thess
strands and I will twist them together
| and one end of that rope will fasten
not to the communion table for i
| shall be removed; not to pillar OF ths
| organ, for that will crumble in the
| ages; but I wind it round and round
| the cross of sympathizing Christ
| and, having fastened one end of tn,
| rope to the cross, throw the othe
| end to you Lay hold of it! Pull 70
| your life! Pull for heaveni