Durant weekly news. (Durant, Choctaw Nation, Indian Territory [Okla.]) 190?-1944, 1919-10-10

IL Is refuge of the wayward
the redemption of the fallen.
II is the organization that seeks by
human Kindness and gentle direction
to arouse in degraded and hopeless
manhood and womanhood a firm be.
lief that that something" may live
to their betterment.
The hope that has been scared is
healed; the life that has been
scorched in the melting rot of the
underworld is revived with the
lethean balm OF better living
What am n" gutter bum asksd
the rattler Of the tambou.ine, Mere.
ly an outcast-erunken and broken. I"
"You are wrong" the harbnser Of
salvation answered. "You are Gods
clay. You are the thing he evolved
from chaos to better and beautify
the world"
"Ha! Hal" answered the outcast
me better the world? Me beautify
t7 am Of the gutter. am Of the
filthy"
"Then you recognize the spark Of
divinity. All that you need is grip
on yourself. You can be man."
The Salvationist leaned forward in
she attitude Of master psychologist.
"You can be a man." he said
tensely. You will be a man."
- will" the gutter rat responded,
and new light shore in his eyes.
The outcaSt uf the gutter was
warmed He was fed He was given
IL had and clean clothing
In The mornnl he Was given light
| work
Th" tory of his ups and downs
belOn9s to the novelist II is Srff
cirni TO say here that he was re
deemed
The humble citizen who is worth
more than gold to his community.
steps from the porch Of his modest
home. A wife with shining hair fol
lows him into the sunlight Of morn
ing.
His child prattiIng in the manner
Of babyhood follows him with out
stretched arms.
In the manner OF a true father he
hesitates on the step. He caresses tho
child, He kisses the mother
Love and happiness are radiated
the wife watches the erect form OF
her husband swing up the street tc
his daily work.
It is the outcast.
II is in the gray light Of morning
pnrnirS palpta'c with the flush OF
blood
a long dun line winds over a dun
road There is flash of steel. a
snatch OF song. The mist whips from
over the fields and the line has dis
appeared II is in a trench
Puffs Of white cloy above the stag
Gcr"d streak that marks the front
line. They are shrapnc clouds
rh'r, is IA lull in the noise A lark
springs toward heaven. breaks into
song, then settles hack.
An a:rrane circles. mpets another
There is il burst Of flame and il falls
The victor wheels toward home.
4 thin line OF men leap from the
trenches. There is TO sound other
than the staccato beat OF machine
gun Men fall in tiny heaps. A few
convulsive jerks and then still
The stretcher bearers bring in
their wounded. Here is a boy-no
more. He props himself upon one
elbow and srins exPectartly and
eameIy.
A lassie in the bonnet Of the Sal. |
walton Army hands him dou9hnut. |
With CLEAN Of bright teeth he bites
into IT,
"Unrmm" is his only expression.
He is the son Of the gutter rat.
TQnisht
The tumble Of traffic echoes up |
through The chaSm of bindings In |
one of the great Cities IN all or
them from Burra,o 10 Punjab. Hawk
ers cry their wares. Women laugh |
and children prattle 10 their elders,
There is break in the traffic A
small group walks 10 the curb and
takes its stand in the open street,
ignoring the shrill noises Of the TEEN.
ing city.
For a minute they kncel in prayer.
The lingering spirit hovers near.
Above the buzz 0f traffic they hear
the voice OF Christ ringing clear
Even as you have done unto 9th
ers
Tho ,,ruI ni,cb NJ ypi,eS cipaysS |