The Monroe journal., 1922-02-17
Mrs. Hargett Most Beautifully
Tells of Bible Class Meeting
In Her Own Fancy She Sees Interest and loneliness Everywher
and Throws Halo Around the Memories of the
Past and the Facts of the Present
BY Mrs. Knox wolfe-Hargett

an attitude that was characteristic
Of him, his thumbs each in a suspen-
der, as be faced the proprietor and
his traders and said: Il was Just
thinking there we're three places that
L would be hard to get to heaven
FROM what places ?" a trader ask
ed. "A bar room, dance hall. and
livery stable" he answered. .Why
didn't you add the fourth place %
this trader enquired. Tell me the
fourth ?" "The Monroe circuit" :"
When outdone, he always dropped his
head and went off shaking with mer-
riment. He liked the repartee of
ihese liveryr:en, and hardly missed
day going there.
now, we are aware Of the fine write
up of this occasion in Tuesdays Jour
nal, however, we want TO express our
hanks for an invitation to be there,
and tell in our own particular way
the enjoyment and eclat Of how every
minute was spent in listening to the
fine thoughts expressed by all who
participated. in the speech making.
Messrs. A. M. Stack, George Stevens,
and j. w. Fowler took part in short,
but good talks, which The Journal
has already elaborated on. We appre-
ciated Mr.. Stevens desire in wishing
20 see our missionary nephew, N. S.
0gburn, at Kobe, when on his way
home from China, and his ship touch
ed there and remained for six hours,
and he had no knowledge of this
friends whereabouts, when he might
have been enjoying the company of
him and his bride. Then the bride is
at the place where nostalgia has her
in its grip, and would have been glad
10 see even the cat from home. What
a pity!
Now several Of these men were the
sons and grand-sons Of the best lady
friends | ever had in Monroe. My
eyes grew moist as they rested on the
faces of these-boys, | used to call
them-and remembered their loss in
good mothers, and l recalled the dear,
dead days that were gone, when /
welcomed these mothers at my gate
on lovely summer dewy morns, with
work bags on their arms, and sweet
smiles and greetings that they had
come to "spend the day." We had no
phones then, and no message had
come ahead to inform US OF their
coming. They knew the latch string
always hung out. How glad we were
to have them come. The canary sang
sweeter, and the dew-laden flowers
smelt sweeter. Oh, the fascination
and charm of it all, the tranquility
and rest, how bright the world SEEM
ed
20 land of love and dreamy thoughts,
And shining fields and shady spots,
OF coolest, greenest, grassy plots,
Embossed with wild forget-me-nots,
And all the blooms that cunningly
Lift their faces up to me
Out of the past: l kiss in the
Lips of used-to-be."
Now, to see these sons taking part
in this large Sunday school club for
men made us feel pride and serene
ness and satisfaction that cannot be
described, and being regaled with
speeches and toasts, recalled day we
had read of in the old chivalrie times
when the lady of each knightly heart
was pledged by name. When it came
to st. Icons turn he lifted the spark
ling cup on high and gave them this;
81 drink to one," he said. "whose i'm
age never may depart, deep carven on
the human heart, till memory is
dead" With that he paused as if he
would not breathe her name in care
less mood thus lightly to another, then
bent his noble head as though to give
the reverance due, and gently said
my mother"
/ feel like it would be a thing of
unpardonableness, also ingratitude,
to close this article without telling of
the ten Valentines that numerous
small boys of Crowell Street brought
to our door last night. The dear little
fellows "There was tapping, tap
ping at my door," till one thought i'm
mediately Of Poe's Lost Lenore."
Sometimes the donor was gone, again
he was there, with maybe three in his
hand. One, it Was said, was from
Ben and Robert, too little to come out
in the rain. The largest boy had in
serted a tinfoil heart in his, and 1t
smacked of "Love's young dream" for
it said: 81 am sure that you will be
safe right from the start if you will
be my Valentine, and let me have
your heart" My effusions over the
remembrances of the day to those
boys was as full Of love and sincerity
as sixteen -year-old girls would have
been to her lover; and | have never
seen such a group of hearts and ar
rows together before. These dear lit
tie ones have become artists in their
trade. and they have learned to pierce
the heart with the arrow too! Cupid's
offspring! Well, l enjoyed it all, and
may these dear little boys grow up
to be good men, and join some big
Sunday school club. love them all.
and they know it. There are three
two-year-olds in the colonv over here
that can't talk, but they do some
smiling, and child's smile is a
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