The progress-advertiser. (Lexington, Miss.) 1902-1903, 1903-08-27

the man Of many troubles asked the
question whether 8 man who died
should live again, says the Inglenook'
It has been asked millions Of times
and out of the depths has come nc
audible word Of either affirmation Of
pegation. Ask Of the sphinx and
you are met with the stony stare Of
the silent stone. Ask it Of the forest
flower and it Is motionless. And yet,
after all thers is an answer that may
be read without ears, and understood
by all who think--it is the deep i'm
press Of fact that we shall live again
Everything tells the same story and
it is told in such q way that We can
not get away from 1t.
There is a man and there Is . wo-
man. They live, think. feel, talk and
act. As they are before rs they are
not so greatly different from the dog
that follows the man or the Gagged
bird Of the woman. II IL IL stopped
there and It is simply struggle for
something to eat, q mere existence
in the world, there would be no more
reason for a future lite Of the man
and the woman, than there would be
for the dog or the bird.
But there springs up between the
man and the woman something that
defes all analysis. They sit side by
side along the sea shore and watch
the great waves coming In and break
ing on the beach, or watch the
mountain casting its shadow ln the
valley and note the stars wheeling
in place. they feei more than they
think, think more than they can
work. 1t Is clearly outside Of their
existence physically and personally.
Cut it short and call II love il you
will. What is that! " ID something
eternal and undying. ItS the great
est taing in the world, and is great
because it is not Of this world.
The lovers sit in the wood, by the
side of gurgling stream that courses
down the mountain side, fed from
the springs high up on the slope.
At their feet, unnoticed, Is a little
flower 1t opens its petals unseen,
and it lives its day and then withers.
Its presence passes and It is forgot
ten among flowers. The plant has
died, as we would say.
Then comes the long dreamy au-
tumn days that shade of into the
cold Of the early winter. Then in
the night comes the first snow fall
and all through the cold dreary win
ter, the flower sleeps, unseen, forgot
ten, perished of the face Of the earth.
Then the snow melts, the warm sun
shines, the winged and furred folks
begin to make themselves known and
seen. The plant is resurrected, and
all over the broad backed mountain
the miracle is being re-enacted, as It
has been for ages past. And the
flowers bloom again, in their own
colors, larger, sweeter and brighter,
II the good God that sent the flower
again was kind to it and to the little
people who slept while the snow fell
over them, how much greater Is Hi
love for the man and the woman?
The man and the woman 90 dowr
in the valley and cast their lot to.
gether. They joy and they sorrow
they laugh and they are silent togeth.
er. One night there ID feeble cry
! in the house and they think that tina,
all Of the earth that 10 worth any
thing in this life lies before them
And, strange inexplicable, when III,
splendor Of the autum Is on them
; there in the darkened room lies th,
child, white still and what they cal
dead. They weep and mourn AMI
out on the hillside the little one i
laid to rest. One afternoon the wo
man steals out and transplants |
handful Of earth on the little mound
It is as dead - We say the littl,
child is. Then comes again th'
warming sun, the kiss Of the dew AMI
the gentle fall Of the rain on th
grave. Out from il bosom spring
the green shoot, II puahes out an