The Washington herald., 1914-04-24
Two Carloads.
By EMORY y. HAYNEs.

BY EMORY j. HAYNES.
The government has collected two carloads o
dreadfuly bad people. just picture those two cars
filled with such dreadfuls that the authorities are go
ing to deport them. They are men and women of al
ages They are very bad that the flag of the FIRE,
refuses to protect them. These two passenger car.
have been gradually filed up city by city, all the wa,
from the Pacific Coast So over the railroads wind
ing course they creep, night and day. approaching New
York Stand on hilltop and watch the train, loat
of the wicked.
These human sweepings not to be dumped
into the sea. They to be sent back seas these
procurers of evil, to where they came from. And il
1t were possible why not send them the moon? How
do these dreadful dresdfus pass the hours of thei
journey? Do they sting and poison each other since
they cannot prey the citizens at large? Are there
any angels with veiled faces following the train as il
winds hill and dale? Is there any one who cares
looking down from the skies? Have these all ceased
to be Gods children? What can be done with these
two carloads, since We must not drown them in the
great wide sea?
When the engineers, at various points changing
locomotives couple on to the train what say you
drivers? Did you pull such freight as that be-
fore? And the trainmen who handle them, and the
platforms where they tread with poisoning footballs
while marching to lunch and back to the cars. And
sunbeams of the Easter flushing the windows with
every dawn, day by day, and breath of Towering
spring leaves and grasses after dread winter. All
thrown away, do say, these people whom we
trying to throw away?
Many novelties, these late years. But never such
startling novelty, two carloads gathered all the
republic to be returned whence they came, with our
loathng. How far carry this new scheme !?
If two carloads of bad folk, why not two hundred
carloads? The degenerate, the vile the harmful-and
yet all human. If only way could be got to voyage
with them to the planet Jupiter, supposng Jupiter did
not object
But if we extend the plan so widely there might be
such skyfu of angels with veed faces following our
trains that respectable people would be fright
ened. For let be that angels of sadness are
watching such trains
We fork these human weeds over to Europe
and Europe fork them to South America and
the nations pitch the dreadfus and on. But
really there is getting them off the globe. There
must be endless struggle to convert these carloads
That is the struggle of civilization. Since
get rid of one another we must redeem one another
We are members OF another The good angels
who following that train so sadly must help U.s.
Was there any of those angels who was so
low and snatched up to be seraphic? There was
thief the cross. There was Mary Magdalene
Who knows what possibilities in those two mourn
full passenger coaches?
1t seems to me never read of ANYTHING quite so
sroesque. To comb the frowsy heads of great cities
and collect two loads of people without a country
or the right to country and in doing this to pass
BY thousands of thousands who could do the world
10 greater service than to go elsewhere if only there
was any elsewhere TO go to. One might laugh the
governments collecting cars, grewsome laugh, too
Then there all sorts of contagious that might
&c collected and dumped if there only was a dump.
But gravity CLUES all on this rolling globe to-
yether. We can throw nobody off, nor get off our
selves
Must we not cure. save, perfect another? And
$ there any who is not worth saving? ANY who
past saving Would you not like to try with that
wo carloads? There young girls there, elderly
women there. youthful men, mere boys. and gray
laired fathers in misery Would you not like to step
O the door and cry, WHO will hope? Who will try
gain? Who will look up to the Common Father"
-et surround them, before we ship Them with our
Christian faith and endeavor.
Expatrated, denationalized, outcasts Shall we try
ollecting them and shipping them to the center of
Africa? And yet what millions in Africa are baser
till? Is there vitality enough in the vrtuous people
If the earth to master and save all these "undesir-
bles" of the globe? Is there enough good red blood
n the great human heart of the world to overcome
he degenerate millions For it must be done, if at
III, by the touch of health against disease
When Father Taylor, of Boston, lay dying some |
me spoke of angels 1T is not angels want but
olks' said the great poet orator. The human touch
the solvent. Folks must folks. The human
ty. patience purity, unyielding truth must what
livingstone called Africa, the open sore of the |
world"