The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1920-11-09

But | must, and believe there is the
second mile. Bobby Burns described
your father and mother and mine.
He makes the old wife to be joking
her husband because he is old and
gray:
"Jo Anderson, my 10 John,
When We were first acquent,
Your locks were like the ravens
And your bonny brow was brent.
But now your brow is bald, John,
And your locks are like the snow,
(Then there comes touch of tender
ness in the tonesD
But blessings on your frosty pate,
Jo Anderson, my Jo.'
10 Anderson my 10 John,
We climbed the hill of life together,
And many. canty day
We spent wi ane anither.
But now We maun totter down, John,
But hand in hand Wen go
And sleep togither at the foot,
Jo Anderson, my 10.
You can remember father when he
was like an arrow and mother when
/ her hair was like the midnight, her
eyes were like the starlight, her smile
was like the sunshine her cheeks
were like the red red roses, her
teeth were like pearls and her brow
like the drifted snow. But you saw
them grow old and faded and grey.
But they climbed the hill together,
and many beautiful day they spent
with one another, and when they
must totter towards the sunsets even
ing glow. hand in hand. they went,
and sleep tonight side by side in the
little country cemetery. They loved
each other better al ~ than al 20.
/ believe there Is the second mile
OF growing old.
! wonder, is there the second mile
OF dying? | know there is the first
mile, and | am in il. ! don't want
to die. This is such beautiful
world. | have SO many friends. There
is go much | want to do. Life is
beautiful Death is an ugly dream.
Win they pull down the curtains,
walk on tip toes and ask in whispers,
is he gone?" Win | look for the
last time on the westering sun, Like
a golden ship in an azure sea, and see
dear faces grow dim, and hear the
sound Of loved voices as whispers
afar off? don't want 10 die! But
believe there is . second mile, for
| have seen some enter II. The rele-
gram comes. Mother is dying" The
long journey is made. Father says,
"She has rallied" week passes.
Father, must 60 back" Il know
you must, But you will never talk
10 her again. Ask her If she has
anything TO say" Mother, must
leave you. | have come 70 say good
bye" Goodbye. hurry back" No
mother ! am going far away and will
not see you again. Perhaps there is
something you would like TO say 10
me-" My boy, I've always loved
you and done the best could fol
you. There was never an hour bur
what planned for you. I do not
know what is ON the other shore.
Surely ! will not be less or love you
less there than here. II you are ever
In trouble remember that over there,
shall try 10 help you In many
a dark hour since thar day when
the foot was on the precipice, that
hand has been outsuetched TO hold
US back.
AT midnight when the storm OF
passion was wild and high. THAI dear
face was pictured by crayons Of light
The second mile Of death leads TO the
throne and dadems, to i new song
and the gates ajar.
wonder, is there the third mile?
The bible does not say So. but maybe
heaven Is the third mile Come unto
me al ye that labor" the first
mile, And will give YOU rest" the
second mile and shall find rest &c
your souls" the third mile. "If any
many hath forsaken houses and lands
for thy sake" the first mile, he shall
recelv. an hundred fold in this life,
the second mile and eternal life In
the world to come" the third mile
As high as the second mile is above
The first. perhaps the third mile Is
above the second Eye hath moi
seen. nor ear heard what God hath
prepared for them that love him
What must IL be to be there? All
must pass through the first mile
some pass the second. and perhaps
We may reach the third when Coz
shall be our father and We shall be
hc children. All tears shall BE- wiped
away and there shall be no sorrow
there.