Evening star. [volume] (Washington, D.C.) 1854-1972, 1906-05-27

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woman's love that gave to that chivalric
age its deeds of daring. Her inspiration as
sweetheart wife, mother. has made pos
sible we'll nigh all great and glorious human
achievements.
But especially is the social world, "wo-
mans kingdom" 1 do not condone the fol-
lies and foibles of the social world that
have brolt ;ht disaster and ruin from wick
ed Cleopatra down to the latest divorce
scandal, but shall she abandon society to
| its awful doom without her leavening In
| luence? Never! Let her remember that
the social circle is her glorious opportunity
to divinely shine in her kingdom for God
| and Righteousness. We follow where she
leads. True. to sit as queen and wear
crown, to fill well her Godgiven and ex-
| allied place of destiny in social life, VIII
! cost much, but the reward is exceedingly
great Think of Florence Nightingale and
| the Red Cross sweet mission of mercy
| She was the heroine OF the nineteenth CEN
| fury She built her throne among the
! bruised and battered soldier boys OF the
| Il
pital of Scrutori died with his glazed eyes
fixed with love and reverence upon the
angel face of Florence Nightingale" Close
beside her throne is that of Frances u,
| Willard. who literally gave her life for the
wretched and woe-begone victims of the
| inlquitous drink traffic Sweet was her
rest when, with her dying breath she said
! to the patient attendant beside her, Il
have crept in with mother" do not I'M
derestimate the awful sin and sorrow and
suffering of this great world which crushed
our blessed Saviour's heart, but am as one
! ''who rowing hard against the stream.
| Sees distant gates of Eden CLEAN;
And does not deem it all a DEAN
| For woman, noble woman, has surely
come into her kingdom for just such
time as this. But her most glorious prov
| ince is the kingdom of home Home,
sweet home. sweet home" is the worlds
! lullaby to soothe the weary feet, the tired
| brain and aching heart. 1t the bright
vision of happy peasants home that
awoke the sleeping muse in John Howard
| Paynes gifted soul. Few have given to
| this suffering world a richer treasure.
| The lofty ideals and the hallowed memo
! ries that cluster around home are dearer
| 10 our hearts than all else save heaven.
| 1t is this that gives courage and strength
for nfe's mastery. Alas, for him who has
| neither friend nor love IN the struggle for
| this mastery! Human nature requires so
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| love and sympathy, that he must be of the
divinest caliber who wins in the conflict or
| life with none to be glad over his victory
and none to sorrow over his defeat" The
! home is woman's most glorious kingdom.
| Here she reigns without a rival-here she
sits upon her Hottest throne and with holt
est scepter rules the world; for in the home
| our heroes and heroines are made. Wo-
man, the queen, has come to the kingdom
! of heaven for just such time as this:
When that appalling disaster came to Chi
cago something over two years ago. there
occurred an incident which shows that chiv-
alric heroism is not thing Of the past.
When men, frenzied by pain and fear,
crushed to death the helpless women and
children in this mad rush to escape death
themselves In that awful theater fire.
| young man. the son of a Methodist minis
ter, became the hero of the hour Bursting
open closed exit, he cried: This way to
safety; let the women and children come"
With superhuman strength ne lifted up
one two, five, ten twenty, thirty-untll the
furious flames leaped upon him and crushed
HIM to the floor. Strong arms bore him
out and TO the hospital. BY his side his
aunt kept silent vigil while the dark night
hours dragged YEARLY by. In the dawnlng
of the morning he opened his eyes and said
I'm happy" But don't you know you
are dying, nay boy?" "Oh, yes; but I'm so
happy! Some get this chance at fifty,
some few at forty. but l got mine at
twenty; l may be dying, but I'm SO happy
I that l did IT. The bright sun arose that
morning and looked sadly down upon that
Borrowing city. BY his cot the aunt kept
silent vigil still, but 1t was the vigil over
the dead. It was woman as mother In the
kingdom of home that made the dead hero
of that hour. Who knowest but that thou