Adams County news. [volume] (Ritzville, Wash.) 1898-1906, 1905-12-13
Lies Transient Dream.

" ueatn, Wnere Is tny stlngl
o grave, where is thy victory"
In the midst OF life we are in death,
Or there is nothing so extemporane-
us as death. So, often we shake
ands with man one day; he is jolly
nd full of booze and thought and
microbes, and is happy. and the next
ay we are told he is dead. Such
lings as these bring to mind that
cath is around the corner awaiting
,r us all. We are piling up our lit
lie plans and schemes and figuring
hat we shall do day after tomorrow;
nd the first thing we know death
ONES and bats us one, and we know
othing. Be it ever so funny there is
othing like death; we call for our
ipe, and call for our bowl and call
Or our fiddlers three, and when the
milling waiter comes he removes his
TASK, and behold, he is death, and
is face is skull and his apron a
hroudl Catch, then, 0 catch the
rsnsient hour and improve each mo-
lent as it flies; life's short summer
lan's its hower-he dies, alas, how
DON he diesl Death comes as a thief
the night, he also cometh as
bridegroom from his chamber; he
zones in every guise there is, and at
ii hours and under all conditions;
md however he comes he gets there
ust the same. He comes to the
ioary patriot, who cries WELCOMED
lie comes to the sleeping child who
ighs and is gone; he comes to man in
he glory of his strength, and the
nan falls as a weed before the scythe;
oday the bride is lovely in her white
nd orange blossoms and the bright
lush of joy mantles her cheek and
he future looks blooming and gay,
)ut tomorrow she may be gone like
he leaves of October which the wind
Ieizes and whirls aloft and scatters
,eyond recall. And what is the NOR
i of it all? The moral is this: That
We are but transient guests in the
worlds hotel, that we spend most of
'ur time kicking and roaring and
saying unkind things and hurting the
ceilings OF others. We are all back
biting and lying and carrying knives
or each other, and sacrificing virtue
md truth and honor to further our
title, cheap-john schemes and ambi-
ions and it doesn't pay. For the
landlord OF the worlds hotel is death,
md he is the entire push. He looks
over the register and say: "The guest
ALA has been with US long
enough; he will have to CO." The
guest is up stairs scheming to beat
The band, and laying plans for tomor-
Tow when the door opens silently and
4 breath of cold air hits him and
says "time!"-then he is out of the
game. The landlord goes down and
looks over the register again and
sizes up another guest and says, "it's
time for him to move" The guest
is up in his room abusing his family,
when the door opens and the landlord
says "kenoP'-and the widow and
children draw the insurance money,
and try to make believe they are
sorry he is gone.
Death is the paramount issue; it
lights the fire in the morning and
banks 1t up at night; it winds up
the ball of yarn for the universe, it is
ike the mote and the sunbeam, and
likewise the burning sun. Death
cries "play BALL" and the game be-
gins. Death calls "timeW and the
players leave the diamond of life in
hearses. Death might be termed the
barber of ages-he is always crying
"neYtp' We take our hats off IN
death. This life is brief; we know
not when the call of death may come;
so let us saw our pile of wood, and
m q he tho aw huok hmm,