The Birmingham age-herald., 1912-10-14
GREATER LOVE HATH NO MAN
By MARY NICE HoskINs

sores and the white flesh dropping from the bones in loathsome patches. passed the crucifix to his successor, counted his beads for the last time, and met his Maker in the grayness of the paling mists. "Out of the strain of the doing. into the peace of the done.''
 With the responsibility thrust upon him he is giving his intellect. his tlme his very hearts blood to those people who need the inspiration of his presence and the uplift of Christianity that is re- vealed in the life of man who gives his all,
 Now comes. the saddest of all, the se- quel 10 the story, yet 1t Is a sequel that was known from the very beginning-a cablegram has been received saying that this noble man has been stricken with leprosy and he faces death with calm aess that is beautiful for his life has been well spent. Christ gave His life for all. Brother Dutton gave his life for the lepers on the Isle of Molokia
 No longer can it be said that Christ is dead when His teachings Is revealed in the living of men like this, willing to die in the harness on a lonely, neglected spot, where no man ever comes or goes All the world forgets that one hero is struggling amid the white rocks of lost and forgotten island. He received his command from one who had suffered tho
 
 via dolorosa toward the hill of Calvary and knew of the hours spent on the cross in the hot, suffocating air of Jeru- salem. so this man knew of the bangs of leprosy and the inevitable end, yet he was willing to go and do his best, his crucifixlon is now, the Christ. Sacrifice is the well told story of the ages, no man can approach the magnitude, the lofty grandeur of the sweet old story, but occasionally an age will produce man vibrant with the love of humanity, so lost to the vice of selfishness that God is revealed to perfection in his life and work, and this old world, so sick of hypo- crisy and sham, will bow in reverence be- fore the true man, this true man on the roclS-ribbed island, this man with the fine sense of human companionship will soon listen to the one clear call and hear for the last time tho sound of tho even ing bell and see in the gloaming the pale tint of the first evening star. For his sands are almost run.
 It has been said that when the plan was projected to circle the earth and it's waters with the Atlantic fleet. Father Dutton wrote, asking that when they swung the circle to pass near Molokia This was done, and the 1epers strained their swollen eyelids and beheld the pow CT of our great nation.
 As each of the IG batteships passed peiore the lsland salute was nred, not to the poor lepers, but to the noble self sacrificing man who was willing to lay down his life for his friends. This man Is now sharing the disease of his men. just as he has shared their joys, what they were. and their sorrows which were many. Has the life of this man been lived in vain? All posterity, with one acclaim make glad the answer. for mo- bility will live forever, and the "nobleness that lies sIeeDine fin other men will rise in majesty to meet thine own"
 Greater love hath no man than this that man lay down his life for his friends.