The Adair County news., 1905-07-05
Just reward at His hand, awaited

happy contentment could have
always reigned. But alas, like
many homes today, this content
ment was, one day, disturbed.
Woman was out taking a stroll
among the flowers, one day, when
she met with an old serpent, who
was carrying a bunch Of very
beautiful fruit. "Only taste this, ,"
said he. lit is the most desirable
fruit that grows in the garden;
it will make one as God, himself,
knowing good from evil" The
woman, seeing that it was de-
sirable, took and did eat thereof,
and gave it to the man and he
did, also. eat of it. And To-!
what a change took place. Dis
cord at once set in, for when God
asked what was wrong man con-
fessed, but said the woman was
the cause of it all. Yes, woman
fell, but did man prove her SUI
perior in the PRONUNCIATION of law
and order? No! When tempta-
tons cup was pressed to his, not
unwilling lips, he drank and sank
from his momentary superiority
to her level.
Being driven from this para
disc, they, like men and women
of today, began to feel the per-
sonal responsibility of each, and
each set to work to make up a
home again. Like new married
couple, they went out into the
world to seek their fortunes. He,
armed with manly strength and
sinewy muscles that he might the
heavier burdens bear. She, with
womanly modesty and sweet at
tractive grace, fitted to be his
friend and associate, to walk side
by side, hand in hand with him.
To rejoice with him in success
and to sorrow with him in afflic-
ton.
But" says one, is this all of
homer" No!
Home is not merely four square walls
Though with pictures hung and gded.
Home is where affection calls.
Filled with sunshine the hearts have buded."
Loving hearts, cheerful deeds
and faithful duties are material
of which home is largely builded.
When we write of home we write
of a place very dear to each we'll
meaning person, We write of a
place where are gathered together
all the tender memories; all the
lights and shadows of the heart;
all the filial, fraternal, and pater-
nal affections. We write Of life
from the dawn of infancy to the
sunset of old age, because we are
born at home, live at home, and
die at home. How true are the
words of the poet:
BE it ever so humble, there's
no place like home"
Home is home for many rea-
sons, as it is secluded from the
stare and glare Of publicity. 1t is
at home where we can best enjoy
the company of our friends and
relatives, our books and papers,
our writing and everything that
helps to make up life. It is here
we have freedom. We feel. free
to express ourselves in the home,
while we are just a little bit tim
i'd to do so abroad. We know
each other here and can bear
with, and help each other better
than we can away from home and
friends. 1t is at home where all
have a right to all the care and
protection that home can give. 1t
is here we can claim the right to
be kindly treated, to be spoken
to in a polite manner; a right to
the advice of each member and
to the respect of all.
And now let us pause for a mo-
ment and take a retrospective
view of ourselves. While we
have been floating leisurely down
the river f time, among the beau
tiful islands of pleasure, and pass
ing the flowery banks of friend
ship, have we forgotten the un-
seen dangers that lurk among