The Newtown bee., 1907-03-22

morphine in both medicine and reme-
 dy before the eyes of the bereaved par
 ents and informed them that either alone had not proved fatal, but, taken
 young life. Such pretty boy, as he lay in his little coffin, so fair and
 plump and winsome! It did not seem that he could be dead! The mother was not yet able to leave her bed and, alone in bis sorrow, Robin took his hearts at Weymouth, where the broth CT was laid beside his little sister. It
 is hard to lay away such buds of prom ise, but do not their angels always be- hold the face of Our Father? Would we wish, could we dare, to call them back from so much better care, so much more helpful environment, from the Fathers house of many mansions? We, who know how much bitter there is in the dregs of the sweetest cup, how much rain of tears in the bright est life, how many missteps in the smoothest way, how much conceit and l brag in the noblest effort, how much backbiting and fault-finding in the dearest love, how much conflict and | defeat in the most victorious warfare, God-devoted walk-shall such as we | fly in the face of the Almighty and dash our feeble wills against His Providence? Robin bent in sorrow before his fresh affliction and learned | that affliction is Gods open door to | bring the balm of consolation to a mother weeping over her innocent in | his coffin like mother who has her self wept there and, through the rain tears, has caught the gleam of heav- enly radiance? We lose that we may gain. No personal loss but gives an opportunity for sympathy and help in like losses of others. Words are sweet but language wrung from experience, never. miscarries nor is mistaken. The true aureole encircles the brow of grief humbled before God that 1t may become mighty with men, By sorrow only can the headstrong
 and presumptuouS spirit be shamed in to gentleness and sOlemniZed into hu- mility."
 Wsss s ge rhsp shs eu dt n hsht God pity tn ose who cannot say,
 Not mine. but Thfne;' who only pray
 T6e this cup o2 pass; hs%ns and cannot see
 Ella Wheeler Wilcox
 There comes time in most lives when the fOrbidding becomes insup-
 portable and the insupportable lum- bers on to the intolerable. The night work of the newspaper office was un- pleasant to Robin, but was endurable by itself alone. When to this rever- day edition of the Courier, with Robin for telegraph editor of that edition, requiring him, for no more pay, to add to his work through the week the task Of seeing the Sunday edition to press, he perceived change to be in what it was to be was alike unknown. A physical inconvenience may be borne, when necessary, but sensitive conscience revoltS at the violation of a divine law. By inheritance from gen. erations of godly ancestry and by his to respect the Lords day. Consider ing the subject, he Saw that corporate l greed had paved the way for the sub | Stitutfon of the European holiday for | in particular, pleading the necessity of | traffic, had gone on from one train each way daily to an almost unlimited | traffic, especially of freight. Since the breach of Gods law inevitably l ends in upsetting human law, is it any wonder that the Sunday train has been followed by the freight rebate, the sin against God leading on to sin against man, by which Rockefeller and other trust magnates have been enabled to squeeze the life out of individual en- deavor because it stood in the way of ouelI uuholy PiilhS up oi peii! 1He private cars of Armour and others are only a judgment on the railroads for having first conspired to break Gods Iaw the 4th commandment, for gain. Would there be Sunday business un- less there was money in it? Robin was reminded of the Arab fable: A traveller through the desert rode no- ole horse, driving six others, almost as inc, before him. Coming to an oasis, he offered it's sheik the six horses, if he would accept and use them. The braveler rode on and, noticing how