The Topeka state journal. [volume] (Topeka, Kansas) 1892-1980, 1907-08-09
KANSAS COMNENT
A KANSAS ARsALoM.


% my son Absalom. My son, my
son, Absalom. Would God had died for
thee; y, my son, my son.
since that cry was wrung from the
neart OF Judea's king as he looked upon
MS slain son 1T has been echoed in all
tongues 1t has been the last deep cry
OF anguish uttered above the slain as
the rather looks upon his son stricken to
oealn IN the strength and pride of his
manhood. 1t has been the cry that has
gone forth as protest against the ruth
less striking from under the father the
props to his old age. Such cry comes
only when the heart is breaking, break
ing not alone for death, but for the
heritage such a death has bequeathed
TO eternity. 1t is the death song of
violence and has ever been written in
blood, as were those first notes of
anguish uttered above the murdered
prince of Judea
This was the cry that came from the
looked upon his murdered son, shot to
death in this city. He was not bad
son, but thoughtless. He sought his own
pleasure in which his father had no
part. And tt was the memory of this
that added to the grief of the father and
his life went out in a mist of tears. The
nghtS were so bright for Ernest White
along the pathway of pleasure that he
forgot his home and his father already
going down the western slope of life,
reached him recalling him to duty 1t
sounded hollow in death. No young man
could have seen the anguish Of that
father yesterday as he looked upon the
face Of the dead son and not have re-
solved to be a better son to his parents.
He had been within a few miles of his
father and sister and not visited them
although they had not seen him for over
two years. He wanted to see something
of life before he settled down, for never
he II Ia sometime
he would settle down and fill fulan the
dreams of that father. He saw life, but
he paid the price, just as all young men
must do who make the bargain. The
full measure may not be demanded OF
all and death such as this young man
met may not be their portion, but some
where along the pathway of pleasure
the Lights will go out. The lights are
brilliant but they do not last. The siren
voice is sweet, but it ends in a death
song. The price is too heavy; the worlds
mess of pottage is by no means worth
fraction of the companionship of mother
and father and no promise is ever more
kept than that which promises
that Thy days shall be long in the land
which the Lord thy God giveth thee"
because the promise comes from One
who never yet broke promise.-Parsons
Sun.
IF"
Inc sauna RepuDilcdn recently pau
$400 in excess of what the price should
really be for a carload of paper, all
owing to the trust. And yet in Topeka
last January some the newspaper men
fought a resolution favoring tariff re-
vision as applied to paper, to a finish.
If the business arrangements of the
various papers would only take intel
Iigent notice a reform might be brought
about which would be both pleasant
and profita ble.-Clay Center Times.
A SUGGESTION
The condition of the Missouri Pacific
tracks is so bad that the state
board of hrailroad commissioners are
half scared to death because they have
to travel over them on a tour of in
spection, yet they refuse to make
public report of the condition of the
road An inspection of the state board
Of railroad commissioners might not be