White Pine news weekly mining review. [volume] (East Ely, Nev.) 1910-1920, 1913-07-06


verdant robe of nature: %spangles the
canopy of night and star-jewels and
s,lvers the world with the reflected
beams from Cynthia's mellow face:
hangs the gorgeous crimson curtain
of the o~ccident across the sleeping
room of the sun, wakes the coy
maid of dawn TO step timidly from
her boudoir to climb the steps of the
orient and fling wide-open the gates
of the morning. Then, tripping DER
the landscape, kissing the flowers in
her fight, she wakes the birds to
herald with their music the coming
of her King, who floods the world
with refulgent gold. Wasted sun
beams, these. I say to you that the
man who by the use of his
money or power is able to smooth one
wrinkle from the brow of care, is
able to change one moan or sob into
a song. Is able to wipe away one tear
and in its place put a jewel of joy
this mar is a public benefaetor.
| believe that some of Riley Gran
mans money was wasted in this way.
I'VE stand at last in the presence
of the Great Mystery. / know moth
ing about it, nor do you. We may
have our hopes. but no knowledge
do not know whether there be a
future life or not; ] do not say there
IS not. | simply say | do not know.
! have watched the wicket-gate closed
behind mani and many a pilgrim.
No word has come back to me. The
gate is closed. Across the ehasm is
the gloomy cloud of death. / say
/ do not know. And If you will
allow this expression, | do not know
whether it is best that my dust or
his at last should go to feed the
roots of the grasses, the sagebrush or
the flowers to be mown in protean
form by the law of the p~ersistency
of force, or whether it is best that |
continue in personal identity beyond
what we call death. If this be all.
well; Nothing can harm
him further God knows what is
best.
This may be infdelity; but If it
is, l would like to know what faith
means. / came into this universe
without my volition-came and
found a loving mothers arms to re-
ceive me. I had nothing to do with
the preparation for my reception
here. | nave no power to change the
environment of the future. but the
same power which prepared the low
ing arms of a mother to receive me
here will make proper reception for
me there. God knows better than I
what Is good for me and I leave it
with God.
"If | had the power today by the
simply turning over my hand to en-
dow myself with personal immortal
ity, in my finite ignorance | would
refuse to turn my hand. God knows
best. II may be that there is a flu
tufe life. l know that sometimes |
get very tired of this life. Hedged
and cribbed, Gagged like a bird caught
from >se wilds. that in its mad de-
sire for freedom beats its wings
against the bars only to fall back in
defeat upon the floor-1 long for
death, if it will but break the bars
that hold me captive.
II was snowbound in the noun
tains once for three days. On ae-
count of the snow We had 10 remain
Immediately alongside the train. AT
had been exhausted, the whistle blew
that meant the starting of the train
out into the world again. 1t may
be that death Is but the signal whis-
tie that marks the movement of the
train out into the broader and freer
stretches of spiritual being.
las We stand in the presence of
death. We have no knowledge. but
always. no matter how dark the
gloomy clouds hang before me, there
CLEANS the star of hope. Let us hope
then that it may be the morning star
of eternal day. 1t Is dawning some
where all the time. Did you ever
pause to think that this old world of
ours is constantly swinging into the
dawn? Down the grooves of time,
flung by the hand of God, with ev-
cry revolution Ii is dawning some
where all the time. Let this be an
illustration of our hope. Let us be-
lieve, then. that in the development
of the human soul. as 1t swings for
ward toward its destiny, 1t is con-
stantly swinging nearer and nearer