The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1921-02-20

which have been so filled with pathos so
surcharged with appeals for real sympathy
that even heart of stone should melt, while
tears of sympathy might trickle from the eyes
of Basilisk.
we might call your attention to the fact
that not so very long ago, when the local
chapter of the, Red Cross sent tubercular
survivor of the World War to the mountains
of New Mexico in a vain search for a de-
stroyed health, he was clothed by the charity
of people who have been ostracised because
they deny the divinity of the Christ whom the
Christians worship as the Son of the Almighty
Father, while the followers Of that Christ
were, perhaps, giving to some Hooyerized
plea for help so industriously and so lavishy
that they failed to come to the aid of one
who had wooed the white Bride" through
offering his all on the altar Of Country and
Humanity
We might call your attention, also. to one
more story Of pathos. to one more instance Of
our inhumanity to our own people. We might,
had we the power of painting word pictures
and had we the gift of framing sentences that
would depict the suffering of the agony
wrung heart. tell you of one instance which
happened in Ardmore: within sound of the
Ginning bells of the Christian churches, with
in touch of Christian homes. Had we the
gift of language TO play upon the strings of
the harp of Human sympathy we might tell
you Of a lonely and heart-broken little woman,
of woman who was widowed when the
Grim Reaper gathered to his sheaves. before
his time the life Of the husband who had
left his fireside and home TO fight the battles
of his country. and we might tell you of the
lonely vigil this woman kept only night or
two ago while, saddened. heart-broken, alone,
she sat in the union station at Ardmore await
ing The arrival OF the train which bore in
the baggage coach ahead" AL that was
mortal Of the husband who had led her true
and trusting BRIDE 10 the altar whereon
they pledged the vows which Death decreed
should remain forever unbroken,
Had we the gift of Omnipotence, the
power to wiring tears and deeds of real char
ity from the hearts Of the people of this
community, we might tell YOU Of the manner
in which that little woman sat, without friend
ly companion near with aone TO whisper
words of sympathy in her ear With none to
offer her the consolation of eompanionship,
while the train came laundering up from the
south, bearing the mortal remains of the
husband INTO whose keeping Sne nad SuffeT-
dered her heart her life her soul almost
the husband who, when the call for men
went forth when this nation entered the
World War, walked up to the front, claimed
no exemptions and offered his life that those
who now shed tears for the suffering "Near
East" might live mdistmbed and untroubled
By fear Of harm beneath the skies of bending
blue. the skies which smile down upon the
land over which floats the protecting silken
folds of the Star Spangied banner
And. after we had done this, were we
gifted with the power 10 tell you of the things
which are expected Of you by the Meek and
Lowly Na2arene by The Son of God whom you
worship. 10 whom YOU bend The knee Of SUP
pance and alteration, we might call your 81
tention to che palpably evident fact that when
He ald. "lnasmuch aa yc have done ID unto
the least of these. We have done il unto Me, -
lie spoke noi of the children cast by fanatic
mothers TO Che sacred crocodies of the Can.
ges. nor yes of the sufferers of the Near East
but rather of the relief of those In our own
land, those whose lives have been blighted
by the scorching breath of famine, whose
hearts have been broken by the neglect of
their own people.