The news & observer. [volume] (Raleigh, N.C.) 1894-current, 1902-02-16

| dying! he SnOuIed.
| They lifted her to the bed, and Dick
ran for the doctor.
DR.. Graham looked very grave when
he had completed his examination.
Gone here, my boy, / must tell you
some sad news.
Charles big brown eyes glanced up
with a startled look into the doctors
i face
Don't tell me she's dying, doctor,
can't stand it,
| The doctor took his hand You're get
ting to be a man now, my son, you will
soon be thirteen. You must be brave
Your mother win not live through the
night"
The boy sank on his knees beside the
still white figure, tenderly clasped her
/ thin hand in his, and began to kiss it
slowly. He would kiss it, lay his wet
cheek against it. and hold it there and
try 10 warm ii with his hot young
| blood
At ten o'clock Mrs Durham tenderly
| lifted the boy from the bedside, kissed
1 him and said as she led him to his room.
| Shes done with suffering, Charlie.
/ You are going TO live With me now, and
let me love you aud be your mother"
| The preacher had made q profound i'm
preston on his Boston congregation.
They were charmed by his simple,
direct appeal to the heart. His fiery
emphasis impassioned dogmatic faith,
his tenderness and the strange pathos OF
his voice swept them off their feet. At
| N; erh1t ha oh,
| the doors, and throngs were struggling
in vain to get admittance. At the close
/ of the services he was overwhelmed with
the expressions of gratitude and heart
| felt sympathy with which they thanked
/ him for his messages.
| He was Toasted and dined and taken
| out into the parks behind spanking
teams, until his head was dizzy with the
| unaccustomed whirl.
The preacher went through it all with
a heavy heart. Those beautiful homes
with their rich carpets, handsome fur
niture, and those long lines of beautiful
| carriages in the parks, made contrast
| with the agony of universal ruin which
! he left at home that crushed his soul
| He FASTENED to tell the story of Mrs.
] CASTOR to a genial old merchant who
had taken such fancy to him that he
! called to see him every day. or had him
at his own home.
A tear glistened in the old mans eye
| as he quickly rose.
Come right down to my store. I'll
get you a money order before the post
office closes! I've got tickets for you
to go to the Coliseum with me tonight
and hear the music'"
Whats going on?''
+ WHY, the great Peace Jubilee. We
! are celebrating the return of peace and
prosperity. and the preservation of the
! Union. It's the greatest musical festival
the world ever saw"
| The preacher was dazed with the sense
of its sublimity and the pathetic tragedy
of the South that lay back of its joy.
! The great Coliseum. constructed for
/ the purpose, seated over forty thousand
people. Such crowd he had never seen
gathered together within one building.
The soul of the orator in him leaped
with divine power as he glanced over
that swaying ocean of human faces!
There were twelve thousand trained
voices in the chorus He had dreamed
hosts of angels should gather around
Gods throne! He had never expected
10 hear it on this earth. He was trans
ported with a rapture that thrilled and
lifted him above the consciousness of
j time aud sense!
They rendered the masterpieces of all
/ the ages. The music continued hour at
ter hour, day after day, and night after
night-Hayden's Creation" Handel's
Judas Maccobaeus," Sphors Last
Judgment" Beethoyen's Mount Of
Olives" Mendelssohns elijah and
/ Mayerbeer's Coronation March
The grand chorus within the Coliseum
was accompanied by the ringing of bells
in the city, and the firing of cannon OIL,
the common, discharged in perfect time.
with the melody that rolled upward
from those twelve thousand voices, and
broke against the gates of Heaven!
When every voice was in full cry, and
every instrument of music that man had
devised throbbed in harmony, and a
hundred anvils were ringing chorus of
steel in perfect time, Parepa Rosa
stepped forward on the stage, and in a
voice that rung it's splendid note of tr'
umph over all like the trumpet or the
archangel sang the Star Spangled Ban
ner!
Men and women tainted, and one .wo-
man died, unable to endure the strain.
The preacher turned his head away and
looked out of the window. A soft wind
was blowing from the South. On its
wings were blown to his heart the cry OF
the widow and orphan, the hungry and
the dying still being trampled to death
by a war more terrible than the first,
because it was waged against the un-
armed, women and children, the wound
ed, the starving and the defenseless. He
tried in vain to keep back the tears.