Tulsa daily world. [volume] (Tulsa, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 1905-1919, 1913-11-12
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(By Walter Hamilton Chandler.)


Once l strolled through a cemetery
in the suburbs of one Of the Nations
greatest cities. A peculiar sensation
came over me as ! beheld the gorgeous
monuments and tombstones, the ar
tistic statuary, the beautiful flowers
the bubbling fountains, and the cool
Yelvet-like grass. II was feeling,
think, Of awe-and 1t numbed my SEN
ses as | stood there alone among the
dead
Acres and acres of cold white mar
bic stretched away to east and west,
north and southland like some lost
spirit, ! wandered on and on, needless
OF time, pondering upon the vastness
Of the unknown and the mystery Of
Death. | thought OF the heart aches,
he tears, and the agony of fond
lNothers' hearts, blighted with the
mldew of death as the trembling lips
of tk9ir loved ones grow still.
stopped here and there to muse
beside the grave of some rich and fam
Gus man to marvel at the grandeur Of
the monument that marked his last
resting place, or beside the grave of
some little child guarded by the lamb
OF innocence, or the angel pointing
heavenward, or the crucifix, or some
little red mound marked with rough
boards or flat rock.
IF all these thousands and thous-
ands of people should rise from their
graves and march through yonder
gate l thought-"how would they
appear, old and feeble, the young
frail and emaciated?" No, no-not so
1t would be a crowd not unlike that OF
the thoroughfares of the great city,
hurrying hither and thither, jostling,
laughing, crowding-each with a pur-
pose, each with their hopes, SORROWS,
anXietics and emotions.
a few years and then we shall
have joined the innumerable host one
by one, We shall lay down our little
tasks, finished or unfinished, and take
our respective places.
THE Bird of Time says omar has
but a little way to fly, and the Bird
is already on the wing"
was startled out of my meditation
10y the approach of carriage drawn
by two powerful black horses that
seemed to know, from their subdued
gait, that they We're invading the
haunts Of the dead.
little way ahead, the carriage
stopped, thed river jumped down from
his seat and opened the door. md
ing close beside an evergreen, l saw
a woman in mourning emerge from
the carriage carrying a large wreath
of flowers. She FASTENED to a little
grave not far distant. and kneeling,
placed the flowers there.
For a moment the silence was al
most oppressive-the horses heads
were lowered as If they understood.
They didn't even nip at the tempting
grass that grew in luXuriant abund
ance at their feet. The sun which re-
Gently had been shining brightly, was
suddenly covered by dark cloud. A
low pitiful wail-like perchance-the
sigh OF lost soul, came from the
woman at the grave.
/ turned to CO. as l did so, the wom-
an raised her hands appealingly as If
beseeching heaven to return her little |
darling. | caught a glimpse of her |
face. All. the sting Of memory, and |
the wound 1t leaves.
The scene was changed for a mo-
ment: | saw the beautiful society
queen. her heart palpltatlng with |
pleasure her face glowing with hap
feasts were spread and |
fortune had poured its treasures at her
feet. and it was springtime and roses |
crowned her head. l saw her sur
rounded by ardent admirers and the /
pink flush of her face as she listened |
to idle words OF flattery. sew the
sparkle of her priceless jewels and the
toss of her naughty head heard her
laughter and the sound Of