The weekly soliphone., 1917-05-17
MOTHERS DAY-AND WHAT IT MEANS.
(From The Daily Press Friday May 11)

We have been taught to believe that somewhere the other side of the Curtain of Mystery our loved exist and though may disagree in our concep- ton of the exact nature of this exstence though few of hold exactly similar views concerning the Unchart ed Hereafter we are not willing to consistently pass the Mileposts of Life without nqurng at least casually if the road to the Precpice ends in blank abupness, or if hand will be stretched the Chasm to sustain when mortality has ceased to exist
 Let us assume for single day. that Heaven and Earth blended and that of this sphere, are per mitted again to mngle with those who have gone before into that realm toward which spiritual aspirations direct us The picture-t can be nothing more-is in deed, beautiful one.
 It is of the Road through Life-this Highway from the Cradle to the Grave that would speak today, for Sunday is Mothers Day. and in every church throughout the land mention of the sentiment which attaches to the word ANOTHER" will be made To those of us who early upon the Journey deprived of that blessed sptface the occasion to- call back the Past with peculiar emotion Though years have rolled away, and the pain we felt that Last Day has ended maturity has only made us understand the better how infinitely wonderful, how completely sefsacrfieing, is mother love- The grief feel today in contemplation is that we did so little to tighten Her burdens; that were houghtess of Her comforts that in selfishness we neglected to pick for Her the voes that grew by the wayside, and that only too often failed to give the goodnight kiss of fond affection.
 Like the units in a telescope, the years settling down upon themselves in quick succession The Mother who today is but shadow upon the Screen of Memory perhaps understands fully than words express that rose Sunday kiss tossed across the Great Divide, accompanied by silent prayer that it may fall upon lips that sang the lullabies knew before the Grim Reaper placed upon these same lips the seal of Eternal Silence Life that was dedicated happiness, comfort, pleasure and our enjoy ment, was claimed by the God who gave it.
 Mother-sweetest word uttered in poetry or song Mother is with yet though the daisies may be blooming mound in the churchyard and the goodnight kiss is given children Every thought every act every word uttered, in degree is the word, the thought or the act of Mother.
 We who operating Times Treadmll today will in natural sequence give way to the tots who just beginning to lisp the words Father and "Moher, just those who preceded gave way to others The Divine plan of Succession, since Time began is written in the blood and anguish of mothers who have ever been willing to neglect self that those tossed by fate into their arms might be shielded from thorns along the pathway that they might with joyous rollckng de light step into the broad sunlight free from mental or physical anguish The civilization enjoy would have been possible had other scheme of prop agaton been evolved Man, unaided by Sister Mother Wife could not have progressed beyond the bouders above his cave
 Let us then, for single day, turn thoughts to this beautiful Drama of Life as whole. Let unit edly, in prayer ask the Creators blessings upon the mothers who with and those who have been called to the Garden Beyond the Sun.
 Let us, also, take practical view of our Domestic Relations and ask ourselves if the attitude display in home affairs an attitude designed to cultivate spirit of love and ambiability. Let ask ourselves if the aytnO O6n6u uyhp Np hOmQ n thp ming is greeting calculated to breed good cheer-a lit tie heaven, if you please.
 Or do you carry the ills and vexatons of tedious days toll to the little cottage where Mother has worked