The Republican journal. [volume] (Belfast, Me.) 1829-current, 1916-09-07

movement meant, there was the flash of
white hand and froggie recovered bis
establishment on the bottom of bait
pail. Talk about curiosity! At another
time MIR. Frog wanted to understand
what the rustic in the grass behind him
meant. Half dozen times he might
have escaped-but like some white folks
he fingered to investigate for himself.
In many things curiosity leads to the I'M
doing of folks as we'll as frogs.
MANY young fellow carefully train
ed by loving parents has had monster
that looked like man whisper in his
ear highly colored stories of joy connect
ed with certain licenses and indulgences
about town. The young fellow ought to
have taken to cover and kept his ears
shut. But, like froggie, he was very Curl
GUS. He wished to learn if the actual
experience would be like the story. Soon
down in his soul he was nurturlng the
desire to see, taste, the things pictured
in the stories. How that monster in
human shape stood in the calm waters of
the daily experience nd the young fellow
knew not that stealthy hand was reach
ing forth to make him bait for Satan.
When the first throb of conscience makes
the heart beat quicker, let the person ex-
posed to the 'stealthy hand take to cover
and stay there. When the cheeks GRIM
son red over the things first allowed, it is
soul danger which stirs the blood into
shame-facedness. He is a fool. worse
than frog, who remains in the vicinity
OF soul-danger merely to discover how sin
tastes, looks, feels. 1t shows good sense
to take alarm-to keep alarmed-when
the soul first goes pit-a-pat over the
things which stare it in the face. But SO
many people resemble the fir G.
Zone beautiful morning l started to
follow certain trail to its end. Gigantic
pines rose on every side. The gentle south
winds passing through their branches
made the most exquisite murmurings-
like that of unseen angels whispering
over my head Missing the trail l sud-
denly came into a small opening sur
rounded by dense underbrush. Probably
for years no human foot had entered that
enclosure. There in the center on moss
covered rock rose tiny pink and white
flower. 1t was most beautiful as it posed
on its little emerald throne. Solitary,
yet it performed its gentle function; and
the air within the enclosure was fragrant
with delicate perfume. l knew not the
name of the flower; and l would not
commit sacrilege by tearing the little
flower from its throne to crafty the
curiosity of the city folks in the farm
| house.
Goods providence placed that little
flower there hidden from sight; yet in all
its obscurlty-the very tints of the Dr.
vine color-bnx lavished upon it the flow
er faithfully performed its mission out of
sight of those who admire the beautiful.
You may have felt like one lost in the
forest. But that little flower teaches a
big lesson the foolishness of repining
over disappointed ambition. Not few
have felt that if they could have stood in
the open sunlight-in the presence of the
masses-with brass bands to blare their
deeds-they too might have been mag
niticent and courted by thousands. They
toe might have pushed the whole world a
mile upgrade and had their names in
scribed among earth's nobility. But,
friend, that little flower says, God in
sists that some people shall bloom royal
purple and gold out of sight of the COM
mon crowd. He wishes fragrance of
character and spiritual power in some
obscure home or shop; some humble occu-
patton, where future king may receive
his first fashioning, as Lincoln did his in
a log cabin; or a statesman in embryo
may get his initial bent as Henry Wilson
did his in the kitchen of an humble cot
tage.
THAT little flower, royal even in its
obscurity, teaches that you have no right
to be careless in thought or deed simply
because the surroundings are humble.
God, knowing all things, placed you there,
that you might give inspiration to some
ones soul. If you are faithful His provi-
dence will suddenly bring the recipient
face to face with your personality. The
saying Is true, we do not yet know,
whether giving good king to the world
Is not greater than being the king him
SELF The forest flower knew not when
an immortal man would look upon its
face and thank God for vision of Truth
it could impart. You know not when God
will bring into contact with your life the
soul that hereafter shall become great
with an archangel's strength spanning
worlds-giving to universes the message
OF love you inspired in his breast, back
therein your humble lot. Such possibil-
ties constantlybefore the humblest person
in the most humble station, make crimi-
nal any carelessness in speech or conduct
So bloom your best in the dark forest
where you live, and where the sky seems
so far away. God would not have given
you the Christian heart; He would not
have given you the desire to pray and sing