The Montgomery advertiser., 1904-12-11

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 Tn the beautiful country of Indian Territory. within the picturesque city of Talauuah, on one occasion sojourn- ed "a few days. Upon my arrival a carriage awaited me at the depot. ana s small brown woman descended from if to greet me. A pleasant smile lighting up her face. and two Keen black eyes industriously studied my countenance. .,,,
 She said in a. soft, half languid voice T am Southerner myself. l had been informed of the home of my hostess and knew that her husband was q prosperous business man Of the town I had drawn near the close of long lecture course in the West, and names and faces had multiplied and varied until the effort to segregate them was drudgery. I had not thought there was anything unusual in the name or Mrs. Stopler," but when l again glanc- ed down upon the small woman at my side I felt that revelation most mover was in store for me.
 Nothing could exceed the interest l took in the recital that was given me after dinner in the tasteful ana com fortable home of this daughter or Georgia Indian Chief. Mrs Stopler said she remembered OI Georgia. by the Indian tribes, when the ouestion of what was to be done with them had arisen to be settled forever more. She spoke of the deep gull that was fin the heart of the old chief, her father when he knew that the hunting grounds over which he had roamed as free as the wild deer whose skins ana whose flesh had made the raiment and food of his people through centuries ol undisturbed idleness were to be closed to him by the flaming sword or the white man.
 The journey westward that was made by her a child ten years old. every mic of 1t on foot much of the time holding her father shand was told to me, witf a vividness of coloring. that absolute ly made me a travelling companion o1 the eyicted and indignant Creeks ano awakened in me an interest in the his tory and fate of Southern Indians whicf their cruelty and bloodthirstness hac subverted.
 The tools with which destiny works its esoteric mutations. are many. This Indian woman, born in the wilds of Georgia forest. whose youth was un' tutored even in the language of Chris tendon, was in her middle life labor ing for the coming of the Kingdom oi Christ and was standing shoulder tc shoulder with the Christians of hel home town who desired the suppression of vice and the uplift of humanity, 6 conspicuous monument of the power o the Christian religion over the humar heart She had recognized the evils of the whiskey traffic in the lndiai Territory, and had reached out hei hand to great Frances Willard. thu great apostle of Temperance. and hat freely given of her time and none, to promote the temperance cause.
 Her work among her race was onl, ended by her death. a few years ago She was a member of the Woman! Christian Temperance Union. and wa! made President of the State by tha organization.
 A Great Leader.
 In London. at Exeter Hall, at meet. ing planned by Lady Henry Sommerset there was on one occasion a great con course of people gathered to heal Frances Willard speak. Whatever honor can be accorded to a speaker by an enthusiastic audience was given tt Miss Willard that evening. It seemed that God had fashioned her of choser clay for service and every requisite oi . leader was hers in perfect sublima ton.
 The gentle words she spoke. witl thousands of uplifted faces drinkini every word she uttered, were word that nestled into the heart. stirring i to higher, holier, nobler impulses ant might have been said to child at he knee. She opened to her audience tn, white book of her heart that all migh read. Such oratory is alone worthy o the name. It was the keynote of th power she held as a leader.
 But 1t was a long cry from the frs lime Miss Willard spoke in Montgom cry to the night in Exeter Hall. M, thoughts fly back like the redbreas bird. to cover all that past with flow ITS. It was the spring time of tn, year. and she semed the fairest flow ST of them all, this Frances Willard this knight of loves new chivalry thinking the thoughts that lilies speal m white at Easter tide, comprehend Ing with broad sweeps of reason tn limitations of this small globe. N trumpet had been blown nor challeng word been given.
 No falchion from her baldric swung
 She wore a white rose in its place. No dagger at her girdle hung,
 But only an olive branch of grace.
 I recall with pain, the difficulties hat dogged her steps on that visit