The Pensacola journal. (Pensacola, Fla.) 1898-1985, 1910-11-13
THE QUEST,
BY Florida Pine.
They met on the shore OF Life, the

They met on the shore Of Life. the
Soul of Self, and the Soul OF Love.
The shore of Life, from whence the
unmeasured ocean Of Eternity reaches
out and on, beyond the utmost star
II am tired" said the Soul Of Self
tired. SO tired of everything"
Il am sorry for you, friend" said
the Soul of Love. have you come a
long journey"
Yes; think so,' replied the Soul
Of Self, Il have seen great deal"
Have you had no rest?" asked the
Soul of Love.
"Rest! Rest! / have rested until
l was sick of it, have slept on
couches of down and ptllowed my
head on cushions as soft and beauti
full as clouds
And yet tired?" asked the Soul OF
Love- Perhaps you are hungry?'',
Hunger; what is that. pray? l dc
not understand, L have never learned
what it meant.
Perhaps you have lost something?
said the Soul of Love, in pity.
And if | had could not miss IT,
the ransom of a king would be as
naught to me-" - :.
perhaps you are a Stranger" again
| ventured the gentle Soul of Love. -,
"A Stranger" Nay; I have a key
of gold all set with precious gems
twill open any door," and she showed
the glittering possession.
The sun low sinking toward the
west, tinted land and sea with a
radiance devinely beautiful.
Hope and Faith were standing far
| Their up along the shore, looking sea
ward. "Ah." exclaimed Hope tc
. Faith, Took sister how beautiful, dc
+ you think the glory reaches to the
other shore, am almost sure it must
i am almost sure there is another
shore lovlier even than this" and
she looked afar, with infinite longing
in her beautiful face.
| almost sure!" replied Faith" Nay
I KNOW, for l have seen, l have haG
! visions by night and by day, and
know that all is WE'LL" and on hel
! TRANSPORTED face the glory of HEAVIER
rested.
"See," said the Soul of Self, II be
! lieve they are happy, they do not lool
tired; do you suppose they would tel
me the way? You look, happy too
you do not look as tho you had evel
seen tear. Tell me- how 1 may find
the treasure"
THE way may be hard for you,
said the Soul of Love, land YOU
heart may break in the seeking"
! 81 care not, only lead the way
Then put your hand in mine ant
| come"
| 1t was night, and a little, for}orn
dirty, ragged, beggar child, sat weep
| ing by the roadside. She was hungr,
and homeless and there was no ONT
to give her shelter. A gay group o
pleasure seekers came alcng ant
! passed by. The Soul of Self knew
them for they were of her own.
Come. let US go with them," sale
the Soul of Self Nay; we stol
here" replied the Soul of Love, ant
ed to her wants, and led her to shell
ter.
"Let us hurry" said the Soul O
Self, II am anxious to find the trea
sure"
Journeying en- they came to door
it was open and within sat a mother
weeping beside her beloved dead.
"Wait a moment" said the Soul o
Love, and entering she whispered
message which Hope and Faith ha,
sent, a message which gave swee
comfort and peace to the mourner
The day was dawning and they wer
hungry and thought to break thei
| fast but as they were about to eat
two little children were passing OF
their way to work, do you know
! we didn't have hardly anything 70
breakfast, papa spent his wage at tn
drink shop, l feel too hungry ant
weak to work" and the thin, small
| face looked full of pain.
! "Then you eat my lunch, don
want any dinner: no how" said tn,
brave little friend. But the Soul o
Love, with gracious smile and win
| ming sweetness bestowed her un
touched food upon the child.
will you not be hungry yourself