Barton County democrat. [volume] (Great Bend, Kan.) 1885-1915, 1901-08-23


SO as not to be arrested of the police,
their behavior sorrow to the good
and caricature of the vicious and
an insult to that God who made
them women and not gorgons, and
tramping on, down through a frivo-
lous and dissipated life, to temporal
and eternal destruction. Oh, woman,
with the lightning of your soul
strike dead at your feet all these al
lurements to dissipation and to
fashion. Your immortal soul cannot
be fed upon such garbage. God calls
you up to empire and dominion.
VIII you have it? Oh, give to God
your heart, give to God your best
energies, give to God all your cul-
ture, give to God all your refinement,
give yourself to Him for this world
and the next. Soon all these bright
eyes will be quenched and these
voices will be hushed. For the last
time you will look upon this fair
earth; fathers hand, mothers hand,
more in yours. It will be night, and
there will come up a cold wind from
the Jordan, and you must start.
VIII it be a lone woman on a track
less moor? Ali, no, Jesus will come
up in that hour and offer His hand,
and He will say: 'You stood by me
when you were we'll; now will not
desert you when you are sick" One
wave of His hand, and the storm will
drop, and another wave of His hand
and midnight shall Dreak into mid
noon, and another wave of His hand
and the chamberlains of God will
come down from the treasure houses
Of Heaven with robes lustrous, blood
washed and Heaven glinted, in which
you will array yourself for the mar
riage supper of the Lamb. And then
with Miriam, who struck the timbrel
by the Red sea, and with Deborah, who
led the Lords host into the fight,
and with Hannah, who gave her Sam
uel to the Lord, and with Mary, who
rocked Jesus to sleep while there
were angels singing in the air, and
with Florence Nightingale, who bound
up the battle wounds of the Crimea,
you will, from the chalices of God,
drink to the souls eternal rescue.
One twilight, after I had been
playing with the children for some
time, lay down on the lounge to
rest, and, half asleep and half awake,
seemed to dream this dream: It
seemed to me that L was in far dis
tant land-not Persia, although more
than oriental 1uxur1ance crowned the
cities; nor the tropics, although
more than fruitfulness filed the gar
dens; nor Italy, although more than
Italian softness filled the air. And
wandered around looking for
thorns and nettles, but I found none
of them grew there. And [ walked
forth, and I saw the sun rise, and !
said: ''When will it set again." and
the sun sank not. And / saw all the
people in holiday apparel, and said:
'sWhen will they put on working
mems garb again and delve in the
mine and swelter at the forge?" But
neither the garments nor the robes
did they put off. And I wandered in
the suburbs, and said: "Where do
they bury the dead of this great
city?" And I looked along by the
hills where it would be most beauti-
full for the dead to sleep, and I saw
castles and towers and battlements
but not a mausoleum, nor monu.
ment, nor white slab could I see
And I went INTO the great chapel OF
the town, and said: "Where do the
poor worship? Where are the
benches on which they sit" And a
voice answered.: 1--WE have no poor
in this great city,. And I wandered
out seeking to find the place where
were the novels of the destitute, and
! I found mansions of amber and ivory
and gold, but no tear did 1 see OF
sigh hear. I was bewildered, and
sat under the shadow of a great tree
and said: "What am I and whence
comes all this? And at that moment
there came from among the leaves
skipping up the fovery paths and
across the sparkling waters, very
! bright and sparkling group, and
when I saw their step knew it, and
when I heard their voices I thought
| I knew them, but their apparel was
so different from anything had ever
seen I bowed, a stranger to
strangers. But after awhile, when
they clapped their hands and shout.
ed: 'sWelcome! Welcomed" the
mystery was solved, and I saw thai
time had passed and that eternity
had come, and that God had gathered
us up into higher home, and said:
'sAre all here?" and the voices of in
Vulnerable generations answered;
"A1 here" And while tears of glad
ness were raining down our cheeks
and the branches OF the Lebanon
cedars were clapping their hands and
the towers of the great city were
Ginning their welcome, we began te
laugh and sing and leap and shout
ssHome! Home! Home!"
Mosquitoes ON q Rampage.
| Word comes from Crisfeld Md. OF