Deseret evening news. [volume] (Great Salt Lake City [Utah]) 1867-1920, 1908-12-19
Observation-Disclosures
MRS, SUSA Y. GATES.

strings stretched to finest point, and
then indeed to angels stand by your
side while you minister. Pay is not
measured by pain. Do you recall the
day you graduated?'
There was Il silence in the room, as
the mother waited for memory to call
up the glowing scene, the crowded plat
form. the music, the flowers and the
burning words OF eloquencc which made
her daughters life-mission seem a very
poem or dedication. The girl had not
thought about those far-away days for
a long time. And she had been the
speaker OF her class, and had said to
the Observation-Disclosures that she would
follow further in hers and Che
Saviors footsteps though they might
lead through Gethsemanc.
'Mother," she said quickly, rs if to
crowd that other thought out, II am SO
anxious to earn enough to buy you u
coat this winter You have Worn this
old shawl for 10 years, or is it 201 And
coat. 1t takes so much to keep tho
boys and we have always been strug
CLING and poor. Why, | often wish
could bring You bit of the nico
things sometimes get to eat out nul's-
ing"
IF only you are well, dear, ] am
happy. We are living the simple
life" you see
But not quite from choice. It will
take us four more " lrs to pay Off the
note on the house, and then there are
SO many things ! want to get for you
both"
'Who is the lady you are called to
nurse?" asked the mother irrelavently.
Lady? She's the miserable wife of
a dlsreputable divekeeper, with five
neglected, dirty children. l nursed her
with her last one six weeks ago, for
charity
For love- corrected her mother.
"And now she is sick again. She is
not refined nor even religious; don't
belong to any church. I guess"
mo creeds in suffering, dear, for we
are all Gods children. Our societies
have solved the problem of relieving
the wants of the poor. and their treas
uries are bursting with gifts. But 1t
is this problem of suffering poor that
faces us now in this city. Ii you recall
that burning, desire of your carly vows
to consecrate your life to Gods ser
vice, you can find no better way 10
travel that long and sacrificial road
than the one that crosses the chamber
OF sickness and death. When the heart
Is tender through loss or grateful foc
recovery then indeed may you plant
the light of faith and hope in fertile
SOIL Not through charity, but love
The whole world is starving and groan-
ing under the yoke of struggling pau
perlsm and CALLING and foolish charity.
Dear, what you must give to God, and
therefore to the least of His children is
yourself: not your money, nor your
time, nor even your grudgins service.
You must give-yourself!"
Again the silence of the room brootled
fruitfully over the two crouching wo-
men.
There. dear, it's the telephone!"
gentle voice of the superintendent
again over the wire, and every nussa
in this city. both paid and charity, are
working double time. The city Is full
of pain and disease, and yet most peo-
pie seem to know or care little what
lies at their very doors Did you say
you would go, Harriet? l was sure
you would not fail inc. Good girl.
May the angels SO with you!''
And the Goals fell unheeded apart
while the two women sped here and
there in hurried preparations for the
young soldier of Christ to buckle on
her arinor and fare forth once more
into the conflict with death--where the
angels of faith and peace went. too.