Harrisburg telegraph. [volume] (Harrisburg, Pa.) 1879-1948, 1918-11-02
BY MRS. WILSON WOODROW

D1 hhtss NILsON "OODHNO"
Four of us sat on the porch of a
summer hotel watching the sea and
the sky and the people. a woman in
a light summer frock passed by.
How can she look so serene and
how car she bear not to wear mourn
ing?' questioned n of the women
dolefully.
IN tell YOU" replied a woman
whose eyes looked understanding and
upon whose face We're the faint illu-
mlnating line OF experience. she
has known a great love. She sent
her husband over there without a tear
hat he sa~w-doubtless she shed many
a one in secret-knowing we'll that he
might not return, for his position gave
him duties especially hazardous.
The last thing he said to her was
that ii he were killed he would come
and tell her himself; m so complete
was the understanding and love and
faith them that she believed
him.
He was killed, and she says that
: he kept that last promise to her. That
she new of his death before the Of
fetal notification reached her. More
over, she says that she feels that h
is often with her now. That is why
she can smile; hat is. why she does
not wear mourning. That is why she
had an almost exalted look on her
face when she told me about il. she
knows that he still lives-at least for
her.
And you believed here smiled the
cynic.
I'm these days l deny nothing that
l hear. 1 am willing to believe any
thing. especially concerning the ex-
periences of those who nave lost their
best beloved ones over there while
fulfilling a high destiny and in obedi-
enc to a great command"
And why not? oct n ~philosoph-
ers whose gift of insight is called
genius have told us again n again
that there is no death. Many of those
who have been over there" and come
back tell us of the unshaken belief
among the friends OF the men who
] have been killed in the rush of bat
tie hi they are still near them and
4, that they themselves realize that thei
loved ones have only changed to an
other condition, the laws of which w,
do not comprehend any more h {
child understands the language of ma
turity.
Ali sorts of experiences, mysteri
u but full of meaning, nevertheless
are told and are forming the belle.
that we are overcoming slowly bu'
surely, in some way we do not under
stand, that barrier built up between
the living and the so-called dead by
that last enemy man is promised h
shall overcome-Death.
But the cynic who prides herself or
living and regulating her intellect by
pure reason, smiled again when sht
heard her friends Interpretation OF
what she called vagaries. 1t is goins
to take her a long time to come to the
belief that all things are possible tC
one who thinks they are; that "ont
day with life II heart is more thar
time enough to gnd a world" She
lacks imagination and has neve cul-
tivated what William James called the
open mind.
But you can't prove it," triumphed
the cynic.
No. It'cannot be proved yet, but
there are many people who believe
that mans persistent dream of i'm
mortality and the elimination OF death
will have it's realization before your
eyes in no distant future.
Perhaps ii is to be one of the great
Nominations, the greatest victory that
we are to win out of the war. Sir
Oliver Lodge said, in one of his lee
lures: ALREADY we have set our foot
prints on the sands of a new CONT
nent and are beginning to explore
there" May not the people who be-