The mirror. (Stillwater, Minn.) 1894-1925, 1910-02-24


oil is beaten out Of the olive.
In the life of our beloved Governor
Johnson. soft and clear shone the lamp
of childhood, fed by obedience and joy,
the one distilled from the other. This
light has been kindled with infinitetoil
and selfdenisl, fed with sacrifice, with
beautiful and unfailing courage-and
lastly feeding his lamp with the very
substance of his life, the light which
he held aloft has shone around the
world.
A distinguished painter in answer to
a question, whether he waited for the J
happy mood said, "never. always
keep at work and when the impulse
comes it finds me ready and obedient."
Yet how often we are apt to think that
we will make ourselves ready when the
critical moment comes and place our
hand upon the door of opportunity.
A mans hand is never upon the door of
opportunity unless it is a hand already
made strong to push back the door and
enter in and take possession.
We have allo US journeyed along the
trail by different pathways, till we have
arrived at the meeting of the ways.
AS we look back over the road we re-
member we'll the path and standing
out prominently on memory's wall are
the more or less important incidents of
the journey, and here and there we re-
call to mind the bright spots and our
friends. Their influences, the kind
| words and deeds of many who have
lourneyed with US part of the way, the
little helps that have beengiven to us
in the rough places, we hold in men,
ory's clasp. TheyI indeed, have been
lights along the trail. Life is disci-
pine and it matters much how we re-
spond to life and its events. It we
meet and come In contact with those
who have been less fortunate we might
''lend a hand" 1t might prove to bean
ideal investment and pay large returns
at maturity.
i Memory recalls the lights that
mothers love shed along it's early path
way of life and guided our untried feet.
The late Robert G. .Ingers0li said: "The
one thing in the world that's constant,
the one peak that rises above all clouds,
the one window in which the light
, forever burns, the one star that dark
ness cannot quench, is woman's love.
, 1t is perennial of life and grows nevery
climate, neither coldness nor neglect,
harshness nor cruelty can extinguish
it. A woman's love is the perfume of
the heart and fortunate is he for whom
the light of such love shines out
along the trail"
Ex-Gov. Taylor, of Tennessee, tells
. the story of faithful coiored man
/ Allen, q slave of his father. Both
? Allen and his owner were preachers
, and Allen was in the habit each Satur'
/ day afternoon of going to his master
q and learning from him what his tex
t for the following days sermon woulc
d be. On this occasion, the Rev. DIR
l. Taylor informed the Rev. Allen, thai
his text on the morrow would be th'
]. words: 4And he bealed them of diver
y diseases" "Yes, sir" said Allen
D, "dat's mighty good text and hit will
10 be mine for my Sunday sermon" Sun
y day came and Allen was ready. HI
,s announced his text in these words
Q. "And he healed them of all sorts o
70 diseases, and even of dat worst of com
y plants, called de divers" Proceeding
" to an elucidation of his text, he descrit
K ed with much particularly the differen
N kinds of diseases, that earthly doctor
ce could cure, and then, with deepest emo
g. tion said: "But my congregation if q
,e divers ever gets one of you, jist max
Of up you're mind you're gone nigge
in 'cepen' de Lord save you"
x- The man who travels this journe
lalone, whose only thoughts self, VIII
W covets the whole pie and fences in
Mt little world all his own, has q ver
m serious case of 'de divers" In q ver
ii. short time he becomes as selfish an
On narrow as the little world which he BIT
S. fenced in, and until he opensthe close
n gate and realizes that he is only one I
all many, he's goner.
TIL 1t might not be out of place to noti'
of 1OontSniied n coIsaan 4 thss pd0e)