Evening capital and Maryland gazette. (Annapolis, Md.) 1910-1922, 1915-05-20
UNDER THE STAR-LIT
WAVES OF LUSITANIA.
In MemOriam- Charles FrOhman and
Herbert Stone.
Written On board the 81. Paul Nav 9. noon b,
MRS. JEAN cABELL ONElLL.l

and far toward the skyline the pitt
raj aoatsnm OF the lost Lusitania make
ones heartbeats quicken.
Whitley CLEAN the lifeboats term
Of satire bottom up, just TO the side
en- one floats a sunened figure as if
3 the last there was a grim determ-
iuation not 10 lose the grip which even
set locks about a trailing rope
Rising and falling with the waves
pass one after another those we so
lately called friends, A woman with
baby in her arms foated gently by.
fhe waves softened the lines Of death
into the smile of sleep--it seemed the
peace, perfect peace, 10 those loving
Two who entered into Glory together.
A deck chair with a young girl cling
ing to it came SO near TO our rail
could note the same look peace. as
II she might have smiled al The happy
ending OF a love story She had just
been reading, just as the first volume
Of her own story was closed
The pity Of It an. from earthly meas
ure the uselessness of it all,tbese vie
inns OF mans inhumanity were not
fashions butterflies. but true men and
women going about their work with
their courage IN their hearts. carrying
relief in many cases to the suffering
East going forward to warning lands
to help. to comfort They died well
and brayely and ON every face I had
the privilege to look was the same
stamp Of peace-the dignity of death,
not the horror of death
.Bnt it seemed SO cruel. so callous
20 be leaving them while We fed to-
ward the land So lately home to them.
Z could't bear il and rushed within but
suddenly the fragment OF the service
for it was Sunday though ] Had for
got at the time came TO my culver
ing nerves, I leaned against the cabin
wall while 81 am the resurrection and
the life" saith the Lord, "he that be-
lieveth in Me, though he were dead,
yet shall he live, and he that liveth and
0elieveth in Me shall never die" seem
cd to come divine answer and
promise from God himself
We all know that before this sun
sinks behind the rising clouds we also
may join those silent ones Q splen-
did message of love that robs death of
its sting and takes from dissolution
all terror.
AS crossed the dock leading to
The gang yesterday a gust OF wind
brought fragment of torn Bible TO
my feet just where the type began
The description of the heavenly city
prepared for those who die nobly "the
gates Of it shall never be shut at all by
day. for there shall be no night" And
they shall bring the glory and the
honor of the nations into IT,
How well this seems to apply to
those whose memorial ! am trying to
write or the list so many were men
Of well-known achievements, first in
literature, in art, in finance, in the
shaping OF public opinion all were at
the zenith of their endeavor. No de-
cay, no waning of power has come to
these men. They have developed their
talents to the highest point Now in
the twinkle of an eye they find the gate
of Heaven dung wide so that they may
take their achievements into that city
OF God for His honor, who so endowed
them. and they who have done their
part shall see His face, for His name
shall be in their foreheads."
And there shall be no night there.
and they shall need no candle. neither
light of the sun. for the Lord God Civ
eth them light and they Shall reign
forever and ever" SO reads this wind
waited fragment of Gods promise
Close to the waves. very close in
deed. is my open port ] can see the
peaceful faces of my sleeping friends
as they slip by--one so like a friend
at home it may be his son, has hands
folded on his breast with face turned
TO the sky. The lids are down over
the sleeping eyes. throw some tiny
lilies to the waves and the kind water
brings them back TO cling moment
about his faee-sweet flowers from a
bulb fiji type of the resurrection OF
the new body this soul wears now in
the garden Of God. So what matter
after all, that we must leave them Il
the mercy of the waves. The water is
gentle. there is no sign of storm. Last
night the stars were reflected in the
ocean so they seemed heavens flow
ers dropped in pity on these many
graves It is bitter for those from
whose hearts are gone these owed ones
but with them all is well now God
grant that we may meet the summons
as bravely.
one said to me: How are you Sc
sure those you have known are among
the lost.?" From the fulness Of IN,
knowledge Of them 1 replied: while
there were women to be saved, tines
would not think Of themselves"
Fierce was the wild biIlow.
Dark was the night,
Oars labored heavily,
Foam glimmered white;