The Norfolk weekly news-journal., 1905-09-22

and nervous, his prattling children
have to be sent away to give him rest,
he bites but mouthful of supper and
then nervously reads his paper, only
to retire for rolling, tossing, sleep.
less night of worry as to how success
can be gained on the morrow. The
happy merchant Is the one who comes
home with smile on his face because
he has. when he caught his clerk steal
ing. had the charity to forgive and talk
to the young fellow; and his wife is
glad that she married a man instead
of a brute.
Happiest Man Of All.
But the happiest man I'm all the
world "a and here Father Vaughan
painted pretty little word picture
is not the man of means and worry.
81 see" said the lecturer, in his ten
derest tones. "a little golden headed
fellow swinging at gate post of a
cottage out on the edge of the town.
He is looking through the fence and
his whole tiny frame Is a-Quivor with
expectancy. Suddenly he leaps
through the gates and springs eagerly
down the street-and | see a man just
turning the corner, toward the child.
The man IS a big, begrimed, oil-cov
cred man, dressed in blue overalls and
his face hidden by the grease. And
the father lifts up that little boy and
their lips meet in a caress of love and
genuine JOY. And back there in the
kitchen of that home is another slave
who has been working to have every
thing ready when pap comes home
her heart has been at the gate and
there is happiness in that heart. And
that man is the happest man in all
the world-for happiness comes from
love-"
Father Vaughan told of the love that
permeated the atmosphere of every
battle of the civil war. He told the
story of the leave taking when the
young soldier said goodbye to his lit
tie wife in the old New Hampshire
home-said bOodbye for the last time
and then Joined the ranks of the
marching soldiers and disappeared
over the hill never to come back. And
he told of the dying and wounded on
the battlefield after the guns roar had
hushed Though crying for water, the
bleeding soldiers in blue and those in
grey whispered a last message into
the ears of the little Sisters of Charity
who knelt at their sides-a message
of love for the old mother or the
young wife back home.
Should be More Charity.
There should be more charity in the
world. Some women of culture re-
mind me-" said the speaker, "of the
vultures of the south. These birds
darken the heavens in their flight,
keeping out the golden sunlight,
They circle hither and thither and f.
nally, swooping down into a forest,
they light upon the carcas of a fellow
creature and tear it to pieces for their
own gore
And many of our society women
of today are like these very birds of
prey. They get together, discuss first
this and then that, and finally swoop
down upon the carcas of one of their
kinda sister, to tear to pieces and
hood. A young woman who has taken
a false step is stunned by them all.
Instead of going down and taking the
hands of the erring creature, to lift
her up an dencourage her, why not
go TO her, some of you women who
have position, and tell her the story
of forgiveness that you all know so
well? But doors are slammed in her
face, men who dragged her down
swear at her, the officer of the law
strikes her with his club-and there
is no place left to her but the doors
of hell which fly open and greedily
welcome her within"
81 remember an instance in my own
; life said Father Vaughan, seeking to
further impress the need of kindness
, and charity. 81 was a boy. A family
Of many good habits lived in the town.
The father read the Bible to the chill
dren every night and led in prayer.
One night they read in their paper the
story of an erring young girl Of the
city-one Of good family and breeding
whose life had been ruined
} and then they discussed the case.
J They tore the poor girl to pieces, all
blamed her viciously excepting one.
She, girl of perhaps seventeen, felt
charitably for the sister who had fal.
len.
Her youth, father-wouldn't that