Omaha daily bee., 1915-10-07
DR.. JekyH and Mr.. Hyde Taken
as Subject of Sermon by Sunday

4, to Hyde and Hyde to Jekyil. The drug
had no discriminating action, would
I change Hyde 70 Jekyll as easily az Jekyll
TO Hyde. II was the person taking the
drug who determined which II would be.
One thing ] note Every time Dr. Jekyll
used the drug TO release Hyde. Mr.. Hyde
grew stronger. until r. day came when
Hyde became stronger than Jekyll, and
he found himself turning into Hyde auto
matioaily, without using the drug. Life
became unBearable. and the hcart-sck-
oning story ends In the Victory Of hell az
Mr.. Hyde dies.
Heights and Depths Of Human Life.
With these stories l want to lay down
a few facts: First, there Is Dr.
Jekyll In every man. The possibilities
OF heaven and hell lie concealed In
every man
Jesus-Judas. These two names indl-
cate heights and depths. the divinity
and the depravity. The greenish OF hu-
man meanness II found on the tear
stained pages OF history. For cruelty
who can equal Nero. who fiddled while
Rome burned; or Attlla. king OF the
Huns, who was called the "Scourge OF
God" or for blgotry. Queen Isabella OF
Spain. who said. Il have depopulated
happy villages, rich towns and fertile
fields In the holy name OF religion" for
heartless cruelty. who ever equalied
Caesar Borgia, who would invite his
enemies 70 banquet with him, and then
deposit drops OF poison In the wine7 For
pitiable circumstances read the auto
biography Of Poe. who said: I'm Infancy
1 was ted on mild connection OF liquor
to keep me quiet" and who died OF de-
llrium tremens in the city of Baltimore.
October z. 1s4e.
CAN 90 Higher Life.
Gilbert, the grave digger OF Monte
Carlo. where there are more suicides
than any spot on earth, said that "Life
Is game Of chance"
Life Is not game Of chance. We
make our own fortune. and then name
Il chance or fate. Every man Is the ar
chltect OF his own fate. Charles
stuart Psrnell, the great orator, be-
lieved IN luck and chance. and would not
pass another on the stairway, would not
sleep IN room number thirteen, would
not cit In a, room with three candles
burning. would not begin journey on
Friday, would not begin a new project
world gaSped.
There lie throbbing In the breast OF
every man and every woman, OF the
hurrying. pushing, rushing. sursng crowd
In the street, a force that woes them.
pleads with them, calls them to the
highest In life. as the sun kisses moisture
into the skies.
| I believe at heart nine-tenths want 10
be better than they are. make no ex-
ceptlons You may brand one as hard,
cruel. reckless; still plead his cause
You ask; Does the drunkard and har-
lot want to be better2" Beyond any
doubt.
Let me paint you a picture. Keeling
down street In some city tonight is
someone who, for whisky's sake, has
thrown away his self-respect, his self
control. his home. his place among men.
Look at hlmi Dirty. unshaven, UNI
kemptl II would tax your faith In man
kind to believe there IL any leaning to-
ward the highest In him.
| A block farther down the street giifn-
mer of light attracts him. He stumbles
toward the window 70 look in-maybe for
i the purpose of theft A. he looks in he
sees the fragment OF heaven transplanted
on earth. on one side. OF an open fire
place. up the chimney of which sparks
are dancing with the poetry OF disorder,
there sits a young man. the picture OF
health. You can tell that honor q his
guiding star. and purity il his law.
sprawllng over him, with chubby arms
around his neck and fingers tangled IN
his hair. Is little boy. the worthy off
spring OF a noble father.
On the other side Of the fireplace IL n
young wife. holding In her arms a beau-
t'ful girl with tender intimacy OF mother
hood. pt,
All the emotions and memories that the
word home recalls TO mind sweep through
the mind Of the piece OF human driftwood
standing at The window as he. brushes
away toar while his fingers clench ana
unciench convulsively and no cries:
Would TO God that I had a home like
that"
Bravest Fight u Against Appetite.
God Is In love with the beautiful. He
paints the lily. lie distlls the dewdrop,
He moulds the pearl. He arches the rain
bow. He studs the starry night. He gems
the ocean depths, He flecks the fiowery
fields. He robes the mountains IN snow.
God L. In love with the beautiful.
IL grips ones heart TO see poor Henry
lJekylis eyes wet with tears from his
bondage to Mr.. Hyde. and see his heart
beating itself out agalnst his breast. long
ing 10 be free.
The bravest fight a man ever made Is