The Appeal. [volume] (Saint Paul, Minn. ;) 1889-19??, 1923-05-05
LOVE HATH NO MAN
By Adina Adams Gibbs

"GREATER LOVE HATH NO MAN
BY Adina Adams Gibbs
Today. May 4th, is my fathers 18th
birthday. If he were here with US we
would celebrate it in some way-some
sort of family celebration-for lit
would also mark the 31st anniversary
of his marriage. But he has gone
away just around the corner-to
stay. We celebrate this day, however,
just the same, for the real man Father
who is ever with us as a sweet per-
fume which has permeated our lives
so Thoroughly that we feel We have
him with US, even though we cannot
see him with our eyes, or touch him
with our hands. The memory of him
will always be close and dear to me-
Some words of Howard A. Walter,
which were among fathers favorite
quotations, come to me at this time.
They express so well what he earnestly
desired to be: a.,~-
81 would be true, for there are those
who trust me; 49, 49,
/ would be pure, for there are those
who care; 49,.
/ would be strong, for there is much
TO Suner;
would be brave, for there is much to
dare.
l would be friend of all-the foe
the friendless;
would be giving, and forget the gift;
I would be humble, for know my
weakness;
and lift"
know father loved God for he loved
all that is good, true and right.
l know he dearly loved his family.
He often told us so, and manifested it
daily in deeds of thoughtfulness, kind
ress and unselfshness. He believed it
was the little things that made people
happy, and so there was never, a birth
day, holiday or anniversary of any
kind in the family that was not re-
numbered by him and the small gifts
he gave on those occasions were evil
and the spending of much valuable
money. He never failed to send my
and many times they were uniquely
designed and beautifully made by his
own hands. Whatever he did for any
of US was done well, and though fire.
quently it took long time, he always
finished what he started. --.<~
know father loved his home, for
he delighted in doing the things which
made home happy. He loved to work
there. and spent many days in helping
to make his house comfortable and
pleasant place to live in.
Father loved his sister, but his love
for his brother Cyrus was second only
to his love for US. There are but few
brothers who love as they loved. They
exchanged letters daily for many
years previous to and up to the time
father passed away ~
My father loved his friends. He de-
lighted in entertaining them at table,
and in his home generally. Nothing
seemed to make him more happy than
to be preparing for some social &C
tivity which he hoped would give
them pleasure. He enjoyed seeing
people have ga good time," and was
seldom absent from any gathering of
any nature to which he had been in
vited 49, 49,
And my father loved humanity-col-
ored humanity. His work, which con-
-ssituted his livelihood, was ! lifelong
endeavor to help his people to better
things. We reverence him tor all that
he was - sincere, uncompremising,
strong of purpose, true to his convic-
lions. What he believed he said in no
uncertain terms in the columns of this
newspaper, of which he was the editor
for SO years, and through which he
put up almost lifetime fight for the
cause of rights and freedom for a per-
secuted race. The "trials and tribula-
tions" of the colored man were the
source of the deepest concern to him.
No lynching, segregation. nor even
the slightest discourtesy to any men,
Der of the race could bring more grief
nor indignation to members of the VIC
TINS immediate family than to him;
and whenever it was possible he took
time to write to, or see personally,
that person, in order to show. his in
terest, express his sympathy, and offer
what aid he could. ~ 81,
My father loved good books, music
and poetry. He spent many hours.
morning and evening, reading aloud
to his family, or telling of something
he had already read. He had a hobby,
too! It was writing verses which |
rhymed, and which he called "dog-
gerer-always with laugh. He was
not coneeited nor vain, though he was
continually showered with fattery and
compliments of all kinds. An old
friend once said to him: ~ ou are hand
some, Mr.. Adams-you always were.
I love to look at you" Father an
swered, eff it gives you pleasure of
any kind merely to look at me. then
Pm glad I'm what you call handsome"
And that expressed exactly how he
felt. He gave himself always, fully
and truly, in every way possible, and
by so doing we feel he proved that he
answered well by his life the ques-
tions fraught with so much meaning:
"Have you been faithful 2" "Have you
loved" Unsettled love such as he gave
is achieved all that has ever been &C.
complished in history for any people.
And that is why we pay tribute to
him today.
NOTICE OF EXPIRATION OF TIME OF
REDEMPTION.