Yorkville enquirer. [volume] (Yorkville, S.C.) 1855-2006, 1911-07-04


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Haven't the remotest idea"
He's a great orator if he is an an
archist. He made the cold chills run
down my back"
Yes. I'm just wondering how many
more such firebrands of eloquence
could be found in this swaying forest
of nobodies."
He watched the sneering faces Of the
policemen as they demanded silence of
the crowd. They couldn't understand
what the fools were cheering about.
They had instructions to pull the whole
show" at a nod from the censor. But
he had deemed 1t as harmless as a
Sunday school picnic. The words Of
the orator had rolled from his uniform
like water from a ducks back.
The next speaker devoted his time to
fierce denunciation of the church,
and ended with a bitter denial Of the
existence of God.
When the last echoes of the cheers
had died away there was a stir near
the stand and Stuart saw the stalwart
figure of DR.. Woodman suddenly rise.
He lifted his arm over the crowd, de-
manding silence.
Stuart could see that his old friend
was deeply moved. His big hands were
trembling and his voice vibrant with
emotion as he stepped to the edge of
the platform and faced the crowd.
Among the five thousand people who
stood within ear shot at least a hum
dred recognized him and gave hearty
cheer
The doctor plunged at once into the
message with which his heart was
quivering:
Let no man tell you, my friends,
that the God of our fathers is a myth
You can't lose faith in God because you
have not lost faith in eternal justice.
This faith is just coming into con-
scious existence in the hearts of mill
lions. BY this sign we know that a
new age is born. Poets and artists no
longer gaze into heaven. Their eyes
are fixed on earth. Men have ceased
to long for another world, therefore
their hope is now for this one. To
bring Justice AMI Beauty to pass on
this earth in wisdom and fearlessness
of Death-this is the new creed of the
people!
my friend, no such people ever lived
in history before. This continent has
been the great white plain of eternity
on which the chains Of ages have been
broken, freeing the human soul and
body at one stroke, placing in mems
hands, the mighty weapon Of progress
and defense-universal suffrage. The
workingman of today lives better than
the kings Of the Middle Ages. Have
patience, my friends, the workingman
Of tomorrow will be the heir Of all the
knowledge, of all the pain and all the
glory of the centuries.
There can be no other meaning to
the drama of history, the sweep Of
whose movement is always upward for
the life of millions, always writing in
letters of fire across the sky The Law
the Law!
Il have seen this mighty city grow
from comparatively small and mean
conditions. And l have watched slow
ly growing here a new City of the
Soul the gradual development of CIV
ilization itself into a joyous religion
whose God is Justice and Righteous
ness. Each year | have seen the
streets cleaner, its parks more beauti-
full, its homes sweeter, its schools finer,
it's hospitals, asylums and play grounds
more magnificent and all it's charities
more efficient. l have watched the
the functions of the ancient church,
and for the first time in the history Of
the world begin to do it's work with
the divine breadth of Gods boundless
love.
I'VE should not be so impatient, we
should not be discouraged. The prog
And so l, who watch the darkness
pass and see the eastern sky begin to
glow cry to you who may still be
below: Be Of good cheer-the day
dawns!'"
A feeble cheer rose from the hun
dred or more who knew the doctor per-
sonally. 1t was the only response the
sullen crowd gave to his burst of epic
feeling. They were not in sympathy
with his optimism. The anguish of the
present moment of ead-hunger and
cold was too keen. Men with empty
stomachs had no historic perspective.
They felt instinctively that it was just
as black for a man who starved to
death in the ideal CITY Of the Soul" as
it was for the wretch who starved in
chains in Egypt three thousand years
ago.
When the doctor sat down Stuart
saw Harriet suddenly lean over, draw
his big shaggy head down and kiss
him. He hadn't recognized her before.
Inc next speaker Hldue his attack OH
the corruption and graft of our system
Of government with brutal frankness.
He assailed the foundations of the Re-
public and at last the principles which
underie civilized society itself. I'm
doubtedly he was a madman, driven
insane by the fierce struggle for bread,
but none the less dangerous maniac.
With scathing, bitter wit he fayed the
corruption of our system of democ-
racy.
The big fat sleek captain of police
had drawn near, and listened to this
part of his speech with secret enjoy
ment. A triumphant smile played
about the corners of his mouth. He
knew that the speaker was hitting the
bulls eye now with every shot, but he
squared his massive form and looked
over the cheering crowd of hungry
poverty stricken men and women with
an expression of quiet contempt.
Clearly he had very simple and COM
prehensive answer 1t was not nee
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