Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1913-06-18
Unto the Children"

A passenger on the Winthrop car. Il.
/ il rounded Granite Hill where las
weeks forest fire left blackened eartl
and singed trees, remarked: The only
good | can see. accomplished by thai
| smokers stub, lis the obvious fact tha'
millions of eaterpillars must have been
destroyed" II s4hF 54#
Thus ii ever seems that great saeri.
fee is necessary to accomplish l!ttlt
good. It is the results that count in the
scheme of life, in time beyond our day,
even unto the seventh generation.
1 in July Cosmopolitan Rupert Hughes
has little story. Unto the Children.
1t is not good story-it saXors too
much of solemn warning, or pftiless
accusation. or retribution. Is it a good
story to offer the general public? We
do not know. 1t lays bare the pitfalls
and the sins, the hopeless grief, the
merciless pursuit by ones folly. and
the monkey-like chatter of the green
eyed monster, who knows where to
look for others and who mouths the
sweet morsel of scandal with slaVerins
satisfaction, as though assured that the
finding and the proving mitigated the
chatterers' own past.
But the dead-eold facts are there, a
crimson blaze for the untaught who
have been criminally neglected by par
ents and teachers, in the vital things
of dawning manhood and womanhood
How many leave the path because OF
inherited weakness and parental cow
ardce? Unto the sixth and seventh
generations, and the sins of these
generations carried on,
Surrounded by the hosts of sin what
would happen should the loyal stop
fighting and caring for the weeping,
discouraged, broken hearted. fallcns
In this weeks YOUTHS Companion We
find the following which carries a
strong and valuable lesson, to old as
well as young. to father as well as son:
"Where is jack" asked Mr.. Rogers
as he came i'm at six o'clock. He was
late to dinner last night, and he's go
ing to be late again tonight"
Il saw him with that Jones girl,
answered his daughter Dorothy she
is a new girl in town. very pretty. but
terribly bold. I'm sure she's not nice.
do wish Jack wouldn't go with her.
l.,t, ff. stG4r
out of his overeoat and take off his
gloves. Generally he was full of bovish
spirits when the days work was done.
Now he was very quiet, and he looked
long and absently out of the wineow,
Presently the door opened, and Jack
came in.
Jack" said his father, Il want to
show you something
Relief and interest showed instantly
in the boys face. The dreaded question
was not to be asked, after all.
Mr.. Rogers led the way to his work
room in the attic. There were his car
penter bench and his tools and his
lathe and in the corner was the dyna-
mo that worked it. Jack had seen them
all many times.
What is it, father he asked.
Mr.. Rogers laid his hand upon the
dynamo. Jack, by means of TINS,
power becomes mine. we
call it electricity, but no one knows
what it is. We only know that If we
treat it in the right way, it will enable
us to do wonderful things. 1t will work
our mills, and light our houses and our
streets and run our cars. 1t will enable
man to do more than any ether power
that has been discovered. But at the
same time, if you treat it in tae wrong
way, it will strike you deadp
Yes, father know that SAID jack
His father turned toward him with
an earnestness that Jack had never be-
fore seen in 4lis face There is another
power, very like that in its results.
There is the mysterious fesiing that
men have for women and women nave
for men. Treat that right, and 1T Will
bless your life and ennoble 1t, anu
make YOU ten times, yes. a hundred
times. the man you could ever be with
out it. Nothing of earth will do so
much for you if you treat it right. But
treat that feeling wrong, and 1t VIII
curse you, and blast your life, and XII
your immortal SOUL"
For a moment they looked each other
square in the eye. Then together they
went downstairs in silence. In the hall
below, Jack put his hand on his father
arm Il know what you mean, father,