Newark evening star and Newark advertiser. [volume] (Newark, N.J.) 1909-1916, 1913-10-11

Mayor Gaynor's sudden death again
brings home the fact that thousands
of us are very near to eternity and
are not aware of 1t. We know that
there is a grave at the end of our
life path, but a kind Providence has
interviewed a mist between ourselves
and this opening in the ground SO
that we cannot see 1t and we thought
lessly go our way, unmindful Of the
uncertainty of life and its many obli-
cations.
George w Childs, the great philan-
thropist, used to say that kindness
to others is helpfulness to ones own
self. Learn" he said, ito think of
others before thinking of yourself, and
you Will have friends enough, and Of
the best" Was there ever a person
of charitable impulses, sociable, low
ing, kind, of tender spirit, thoughtful
of others, who was not universally be-
loved?
One day, while practising law in
Springfield, Lincoln was passing a
neighbours house, when he discovered
a little girl standing at the gate with
her hat and gloves on, sobbing as II
her heart would break.
why, what's the NATTER" he
asked
my trunk" she replied.
st was the first time I had ever
seen Mr.. Lincoln she said in
describing the story to friend some
years afterwards when the great
Springfield lawyer had become Presi-
dent of the United States. 81 was
going with little friend for my first
trip alone on the railroad cars. 1t
was an epoch in my life. I had
planned for it and dreamed of 1t for
weeks. The day came, but, as the
hour of departure approached, the
hackman failed to call for my trunk.
AS the minutes passed. realized with
grief that l should miss the train. 1
was standing at the gate, crying,
when Mr.. Lincoln came along.
d" How big is the trunk he asked.
There's time enough if it isn't too
big He pushed through the gate.
and my mother took him up to my
room, where my little d-gashioned
trunk was waiting.
" oh, hoi' he cried, wipe your eyes
and come on, quick Before knew
what he was going to do, he had
shouldered the trunk, and was down
stairs and striding out of the yard.
Down the street he went, as fast as
his long legs could carry him, trot-
ting behind, drying my eyes as
went We reached the station In
time. Mr.. Lincoln put me on the
train, kissed me good-by. and told
me to have a good time. It was Just
like him.
How many of us hoard our sym
pathy, our words of good cheer and
encouragement, helpful kndnesses
within our power to bestow that
might save many lives from misery.
disaster and death! We not only
withhold our sympathy, but we cling
to our material wealth, and wonder
why we are not popular and well be-
loved. We hoard our money in houses
and lands and stocks and other in
vestments. refusing to help those in
need, fearing we may some day need
it ourselves.
Here is bright young girl working
in some office or factory, trying to
help a brother or sister to secure an
education, or trying 10 support an In
valid father or mother. Her salary
is small and out of all proportion to
her services. She tells her employer
of her pressing needs, of her sick par
ents, and asks for an increase in
salary. He knows that she deserves
1t, and he is well able to pay more,
but he selfishly puts her off with
vague promises, telling himself that
he cannot afford the expense now,
that later on he may be able TO give
the girl more money. But the years
pass and the girl finds herself beyond
the years of business service, penni-