The Hattiesburg news. (Hattiesburg, Miss.) 1908-1917, 1910-11-19
SATURDAY NIGHT
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SOME ONE TO TAKE YOUR PART.


nifty. A horde of lsraelites were once
fleeing from their taskmasters, terror
stricken, stampeding, with men shout
ing, women praying, children crying,
cattle lowing, everywhere indescriba-
BILE fear and confusion, before them an
impossible sea, on either side insur-
mountable cliffs, to their rear Pha-
raoh's army. They could hear the roar
of hoofs and the dull thunder Of char
lot wheels. Any first year West Point
er would have pronounced such posi-
ton huge tactical blunder. The end
was clear-sword, rapine, massacred
men, despoiled women, captive chill
dren. At the darkest moment there's
frantic appeal to Moses and God.
The answer is Godlike in its strength
and assurance, "The Lord shall fight
for you, and we shall hold your peace"
Ever have your lawyer say: "Now,
just leave this case with us. 1t is
clear as daylightT Ever have your
physician say, "Werl have that child
dancing on the sidewalk and hungry
enough to eat nails in week% Then
you went to your work with light
heart. 1t wasn't many hours until the
impossible happened. The sea was
opened, and the Israelites passed over
dry shod, while a cloud of protection
dropped between them and their pur-
sper~.
Wher You've Done Your Best.
Say, mother, ever get to the breaking
point, the place where If you could
Just scream it would seem relief?
Don't do it. The asylum's at the end
of that road. There's something bet
ter. l know the pace is terrific, and
yet you don't seem to get anything
done. Washing baby faces, starting
little feet off to school, laundering,
mending, baking, scrubbing, sweeping
and the thousand other duties that
constitute a woman's day do not seem
to count for much, but l declare unto
you that you are doing more for the
world that now is and that which Is
to come than many another woman
who fancies she sways the rod of en-
pire. But when your nerves are jan
Cling, doing duty with a fearfully worn
constitution, whooping cough in the
house for six weeks, no rest, no sleep,
other troubles you don't dare tell any
one, when you cover the cage to keep
the canary from singing, when you
muffie the doorbell, when the wagon
passing seems driving over your fore
head-then you are at the Red sea-
There's one Of two ways then, either
the madhouse or God. There's moth
ing but the old fashioned religion of
Jesus Christ that will carry a woman
through the trials of home life.
At the End of Your String.
OF course the fellows on the Merri-
mac were heroes; also the fellows car
rying out the powder sacks among the
sparks at Fortress Monroe. Death
snapped right in their faces. But
sometimes the easiest thing to do is to
die. The big trick. then, is to have
grit enough to live. Say, father, at
the desk, at the bench, behind the
counter, are you sometimes almost at
the end of your string? Can't hardly
make both ends meet? Fighting SIAN
der, financial losses, life plans Slipping
away, have to let policy lapse and
put a mortgage on the little home?
Are there nights when you've had to
take the cartridges from your reyolv-
er? my, God, not thaty your better
self said. Listen. There's some one
who cares. You are now wedged in
the Red sea ahead, the mountains on
either side, the fiends of hell back of
you. There's nothing left but God
Go right to him. l challenge you.
Have you ever honestly tried? You
see the thing is in his hand. Who
sent the rain before Waterloo? If the
atheist is right then hunt up your car
tridges again. If Christ is right then
you have Father who can somehow
make "all things work together for
good to them that love the Lord"
Simply Let Col
Don't poster your lawyer telling him
of something you've read along the
line Of that case. Don't give your sick
baby quiet doses of something you've
heard of to aid your doctor. He
knows quite few things that you do
not know. Trust him. God isn't in a
tight place. You don't have to help
him. Trust him. He guides the comets
in their multimillion mile orbits. He
balanced the leaf that fiuttered Just
now. He has handled bigger tasks
than yours. Trust him. Remember
back home years ago, in the old pond,
when the fellows were teaching you
to float? Remember how you fioun-
dered, and flung. and grasped, and
clutched. and strangled, with your
mouth and nostrils full of the muddy
pond water, even with the fellows
keeping their hands under your sun
bronzed body? Then Bill Jones-bless
his freckled face, wonder where he is
lnow-said "Now, Jim, don't be 80
foolish. Just simply let goT" And
before long you were floating like
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