Indianapolis Journal, Indianapolis, Marion County, 21 June 1896 — Page 9

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That's how we counteract dullness. Choice from 250 Men's First-class, Strictly All-wool Dress and Business Suits, Sacks and Cutaways, Frocks in all the newest styles; every one of them formerly sold for $12, some for $15. You can take pick and choice for f&ZF.&O The value of the cloth alone is worth more than the price we ask for them. The price is not based on the cost, but on how quick we can sell them under the most adverse circumstances. This reduction in price should

BRING OUT EVERY MAN Wha wants truly first-class Clothing for little money. In Our Boy's and Children's Department we will sell a few more Regular $5.00 Knee Pants uits for ($2.50 Regular S8.00 Long Pants Suits for .$4.50 Regular $12. 00 Long Pants Suits for $7.50 '. . .. None of these suits will be charged to any one the price is too low. We cannot afford it. A guess on the bicycle with every sale and an additional guess for every dollar or fraction thereof over the first dollar. Three bicycles will be given away on July 4. , '

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PHOTOGRAPHS Pictures From the Liven of Common People, by One of Them. WHEN THE TEARS CAME. The young wife lay dead. The husband sat close by the coffin with one hand eup porting his head and the other lying upon the dead wife's breast. She had been everything to him in life, and now her body for a few more hours was all that re mained of his all. He could not think about the future; immortality meant noth ing to him. Ills light had gone out in the midst of the dark labyrinth and he must grope the remaining distance in blackness, with the added burden of a heartache that bent him as the weight of years. Theirs had been a wonderful love, a rare devotion. an implicit trust. It was as if he had builded hl3 life Into ono vast arch with her as the keystone; and now that stay find been removed. She was his first, his only love, and he was hers. In all their married life no cloud had risen until this ono that to his eyes had deluged the universe wi;h Ink. Ills plans for the future were as the clinging tendrils of ivy; sho was the oak to which they clung. Now the oak was gone and the Ivy vines lay crushed In the bog. He had asked them to keep the little baby away from him. She was only eighteen months old, and could not understand. He and the mother had idolized the child. He had not shed a tear since the parting scene. His heart was a crushed, lifeless thing. He felt that he should die If the baby were to touch him with her little hands If he should see her look upon her mother's dead face. He could not answer the questions her eyes and attitudes would ask; he could not stand her merry chatter; it would sound like sacrilege. But In an unguarded moment tho door was opened a few inches by two tiny hands, and with a questioning "papa?' the little one toddled In with outstretched aims and a smile that anticipated a welcome. As she half ran, her foot caught on the edge of a rug and sho fell, alighting on her hands and knees. With a. fretful cry she ran to papa, holding up one Irrt hand to be kissed; but he had shrunk away as from an enemy, and his hands were over his face. The baby was hurt beyond power of expression, and with tear-dimmed eyes and quivering lip she stood until the face of maoima. was seen close by her side. With a happy laugh the baby staggered a step nearer and put her pink palm over the bloodless lips that hvi never refused the healing kiss. Imagination supplied the response, and, still laughing, the babo crept between tho father's knees and' begged to be taken. Mechanically he picked her up and began to rock her to and fro in his arms. But ho held her too tightly, and she struggled with wriggling arms and legs to get free. Once on the floor she peeped over the coffin's edge at tho still face. "Tcek-t-e-e-k!" she said; that was her baby form for "peek-aboo"it had always made mamma laugh. But she did not .-mile. One short arm was reached over the coffin's edge, and a little fore-finger parted the cold lips that remained as the linger left them. Babe stared in surprise, and then with a funny laugh and squint sho looked up at her father. The man's heart was breaking, but not a blessed tear had come to his relief. He reached blindly for his baby, but :.ho eluded his grasp. The next moment, with the helD of the hasaock at her father's feet, the

baby's brown curls were bent low over the mother's face and the little daughter was raining kisses upon the irresponsive features.

Then the flood-gates were opened In the father's heart, and tears saved him to teach the little one through weary years "what mamma was like. THE FLINT SOFTENED. It was over our ice cream at a church social. The lady who chanced to be my companion was In middle life, bright, observant, sympathetic; she was a good woman, saying little about God, but prac ticing a sympathetic devotion to all His creatures. The conversation had drifted to the subject of Inspiration and the divinity of humanity, when my companion told this story: "I had known Ellen Gray ten years. She lived on our far.m, and I usually saw her once a week In summer and at least once a month in winter. In that decade of acquaintance I saw nothing, heard nothing, felt nothing ' to belie my first Impression the the woman was an emotionless, automaton. Her face was hard and cold, immobile as the face of a statue. The only change in expression was in the degree of stoicism or weariness expressed on that stony dial plate. From early morning until bed time ehe worked like a slave, spoke when compelled to, and attended to the need j of others (herself was supposed to have none) as precisely and as mechanically as the little wooden clock on the mantel told the hours of night and day. Tho aim of her narrow life seemed to be that the setting sun should, leave as many pennies In the family exchequer as the ris ing sun had fpund there. , The look of more strongly fortified stoicism as she broke to her angry husband the news that one of the children needed a new garment, gave me ever the impression .hat their off spring were irksome burdens. Poor chil dren! There was nothing In their lives but work, food and ugly clothes, with quarrels for diversion. There was no Christmas, no glorious Fourth or circus day trips to town, with the attendant string of memories that furnish a whole year's joys' to heart-and-brain hungry country children. The father would sneerlngly say, 'Guess I kin find somethln for 'em to dew to home Their whole systems, physically, intellectual and spiritual, were enlisted in a supreme and never-ending effort to save they knew not for what. They hardly drank as much spring water or breathed as much pure air ns their natures demanded. "But once, when I had been absent for a few weeks, J. teamed of the death of little Davy, the six-year-old 'son of these people, the youngest of what I had been led to believe was a brood of burdens. My heart ached, but hardly in sympathy, as I felt that nono other would ache in unison!" I saidI'm sorry now I said to mother. I suppose they think there's one less mouth to feed.' Yet my mother-heart told me I must go and see Ellen Gray. I an ticipated a rebuff to my proffered sympa thy.- As I extended my hand and said "You've been in trouble, Mrs. Gray, and I'm sorry," those hard eyes filled, and the tears looked strangely out of place. The broken woman said: 'Yes, and it seems as if nothln la the same sence- Davy went away. I never thought I could feel so. It Just 'ralnds me,' she want on in a strained way, 'of somethln I knowed when I was a girl. They was a man lived clost by us on the bank o' th' river. He never 'peared to take no stock In them people crost th' river, an never even seemed to notice that they was anybody llvin over there. Went on that way till that man's baby girl married a feller from 'tother side, an' went there to live. Then 'twas-different. That man got fairly foolish 'bout that neighbor hood over on 'tother side tho holler. He couldn't talk 'bout nothln else, an didn't pay no 'tentlon to things on his side Every mornln', soon as th east begin to git white an yaller, that man would git up an peer acrost to see If they was any smoke comln from hl3 girl's ohimley exost tho river; every day ho inquired of every body he saw 'bout things acrost the stream; an every night 'fore he went to bed, he'd peek to see if the light was shinln in his girl's winder on 'tother side. It's Just the same way with me, and she sighed heavily and had a fresh outburst of tears. "Fore Davy went, I never though nothln' hardly about heaven an things over there; but now, mornln an evenin an all day long, an' sometimes most o' the night, I'm thlnkln about where Davy is, an' wonderin' what him an the others an God is doinV "When she was through,'' -continued my companion, "xny own eyes were full of tears. Here was pure' inspiration, the soft ening of a heart of flint, by God's own hand. Here was the purest,, sweetest, rar est poetry, tho tenderest sentiment, sub lime illustration, new-born love for dlvln ity, sympathy for fellow-mortals, growing. flourishing, blossoming as the rose in a life others an God Is doinV I said nothing. I could think of littlo to say, and a lump in my throat warned me to silence. . S. W. GILLILAN. Richmond, Ind. ANGEL GAURIEL AS PLAINTIFF. Drlujrs a Libel Suit Through the Paris Prophetess. Paris Figaro. On Wednesday the Judges of tha ninth chamber were blessed in looking upon the Antrei uannei race to iace. The apparition had naturally brought into court many members cf the bar as well as many ladios and representatives of the clergy. We must explain that the angel manifested mmseil to Presiding Judge Bidault de J. isle ana his two fellow-justices. MM. I'upet ana K.utz, in tne shape of Mile. Hen rietta Couedon. the vislonarv of the Hn Paradis. who has ben amusing herself for the last three months at the expense of Parisian simpletons. Mile. Couedon demanded $3,000 damans from M. Adolphe Possien. editor of Le jour, ror an article in which the Ansel iiannei was compared w th tho Hniv Ghost. Among thfe supernatural actions of both these agents some were suggested at which Mile. Henrietta Couedon's modesty was iruiuirtif ij rnuuKit Heanuauzeti. ton sequently the confidant of the Ancpl Ho hriel procured from a woman doctor of the fans meaicai iacuuy a nuiy stamped certificate, the upshot of which la that she lo still decked with all virginal charms, and may render her oracles If phe wish in a prove of oransre trees. This Is all that the Ihw, which forbids the publication of libel raffs, aiiows me 10 nay or yesterday's ses slon. which lasted till very late. ' "ut let mo draw, a sketch cf the plninii ii. one if ny no means pretty la Mile Henrietta Couedon. The white veil which half conceals her from profane eve U hoi.i out by the deuce of a nose, spreading out in the shape of n. tripod. Can It be uvmboiical? Her complexion Is sallow, her nair cnnKiy.. nt r eyenrowa bushy, the up Pr up maue masculine ry a mustache worthy of a schoolboy entering the upper classes. The An.el Gabriel, who delights In ascetic beauties, has prudently kept irom ner tne canorous fascinations of iresnness. oi coquetry, ami of those onu lent charms which are too often fltetini and deceptive. Mile, Couedon naturally jciiivn me maun' uu manic. 1 herefore contrary to lancirul reports, she has not yet found a suitor. The ftorv of hrr hm. proachinp marriage is purely a fake o her lawyer assures us. and the Anel Gabritl has no earthly rival, at least for the pn-M-ai. in nit meai soui mat he inspires Judgment will be Riven a week from now. Au Exception. Puck. uin iioiroK!- n.ii n inat.7 Alarrv mv daughter T Uah! Marriage Is an Insane de sire on tne part or a younj? man to pay a youns: woman's board. ChoUy Hanlup (rankd) Not with me it isn't. Mr. Gotroka; nothing is farther from my inougnts. X Haag's Liver Pills clear j our skin.

JUSTICE4 A MISNOMER

SOME DEFECTS IX INDIANA'S SYSTEM OF ADMINISTERING IT. All New Justice of the Teace Talk of Reforms in the Office, but Never Introduce Them. Tho uses and abuses of the office of Jus tice of the "peace afford a good field for study, and a study cf them' leads to the conclusion that there Is something wrong with the system under which this office is administered In the State of Indiana,It nearly always Is the case that when an election results in the elevation to this important office of a number of new men In the business there Is more cr less discussion among themselves concerning the office. It Is a new subject with new men, and they are very apt to criticise the methods of their predecessors and to talk of tho reforms which they would like to see instituted. But it is hard to bring about these reforms, and the new men either soon tire of advocating them or they become accustomed to the office as it Is and fall Into the vices and virtues of those who have gone before them. It has long been acknowledged that tho Justice-of-the-peace-court Is a necessary evil an evil In that too many people are subjected to the indignities of arrest by fee-grabbing constables, or through un scrupulous pettifoggers who would- not dare go Into a more dignified court of jus tice with their claims; necessary, because. being always in session, it can act quickly, in cases where speed is essential. To eliminate the evil features of the office and pre serve the necessary features has long been the desire of many good citizens and of legislators, but the conditions still remain the samo as they have been for years, and the agitation there has been on the subject has accomplished little. It Is probably true that almost anybody who has given tho subject thought will say that some radical changes could well be made in the admin istration of these courts. These same per sons will also be likely to think that it Is too small a matter to be worthy of much concern, and will pass the subject off light ly. That is probably tho reason the Legls lature has not changed the laws regarding Justices of the peace. The great objection to tho Justice of the peace grows out of the fact that the office is supported entirely from the fees collected. In criminal cases this is art to work much Injustice. to the poor people who make up a majority of the defendants in cases before such courts. In criminal cases the State is the litigant on the one side and pays no fees. In cases of acquittal, there fore, the Justice of the peace and the offi cers of the court who have assisted In the case have given their services' gratuitously. It is not to be wondered, at, then, if the most careful and honest man sitting on a justice's bench should err in his own and the State's favor where the evidence is doubtful or close. What the possibilities are when the Justice of the peace happens to be an unscrupulous person cannot be lm agined by those who have f never had the privilege of watching the administration of tho office by such a magistrate. A wellknown lawyer of this city had a case before a justice near this city a few years ago where his client was adjudged guilty of assault and battery on practically no 'evi dence whatever. After the trial the lawyer expostulated with the magistrate. "You know that man was not guilty- un der the statutes," he said. "How could ydu make out the case against him?" "Well." said the Justice, who was can did if not honest, "you can appeal and the State can't." In this particular case the client was a man who was able to carry the case to the Criminal Court and he did so and was acquitted. But where there Is one man who has the means and the will to appeal there are hundreds who either cannot furnish the necessary bond or who would rather pay the fine and costs in the lower court than to take chances of paying greater costs in case of conviction above. Along this line are considered the great est opportunities for evil in connection with the Justices shops, but there are others such as the persecutions which people are subjected to in, civil suits which would never be filed in a court of a higher ordtr, the plaintiffs knowing they have no case, but, in many cases, being Irresponsible, themselves, can thus put the defendants to costs without themselves losing anything. This can rarely be done except through a "jack-leg" lawyer, but there are plenty of them and will always be. A case in point occurred but a few days ago. A suit on an account was nled In a Justice's court. It was a case that a law yer, doing a legitimate business, with a store of knowledge of the law sufficient to carry on his practice, would never have filed. lie would have advised his client that he bad no case and that if he could not get a compromise to drop tho matter. But the suit was filed and judgment rend ered for the defendant, . During the progress of the case the plaintiff and defendant wanted to effect a compromise, but the former's attorney would not hear to such a thing. He, however, appealed tho case. " The trial had consumed two days and was before a Jury of six men, so that the costs amounted to more than the amount of the original account. Pending the hearing of the case by the Superior CoUrt the litigants effected a compromise, and here is where the justice' of the peace gets the worst of it. Here also is where those who complain of him for being too ready to convict in criminal cases should look to balance accounts.i When a case is compromised pending an appeal It often happens that not one cent of tho costs can bo collected by the justice. All the officers of the court had given two days' time without a fee and the members of the Jury, who wore men taken from their business, were compelled to serve without PavThese are a lew or tne naws in tho sys tem. These are some of the things which have caused the justices themselves to study out new systems. One of them, spt-aking to a Journal reporter recently. suggested a plan that Is worthy of consideration If not of execution. . "There are in Center township six Justices, exclusive of those elected for West Indianapolis, Haughville. Brightwood and Irvington,; he said. "Allowing one for each of these suburbs, to be located in tho suburb, there are six who have offices in the city. This may be more than are necessary or may not be enough. But whatever the number necessary, I hold that they should be given offices by the township. There us good reason for this view. Each Justice as he is elected be comes the custodian oi the records of his tirtdecessor. Iu some justices' offices there are great piles of records, and they are thrown around and given very little care. These records are as valuable, so far as they go. as the records of the higher courts. Of course the records are of small suits, but to the litigants involved they are as important as the records in the higher courts. No justice of the peace, holding office as he does for a short period of time, can afford to fit up an office with a vault to preserve these records. They are liablft

to be lost. &nd then It is possible for all

manner of mischief to be done. "I would suggest that rooms in the base ment of the courthouse be secured. The city offices will soon come out of there. and tho Legislature could make the neces sary laws to bring about the change. Give the Justice of the peace the rank of an inferior court as a part of the great Judicial system of the State and provide .him with a place for holding his court, so that it will not be the man. but the court, before which cases are brought. Tut them all In the basement of the courthouse. Create the office of Clerk of the Justice Courts and let all the work of the office be under one man Ju?t as is the sork of the county courts under one man, Thi3 will diminish the cost. "I would also suggest that tho fee system be done away with to the same extent that it is done away with In the county courts. Put the Justice of the peace -on a salary sufficient to Induce men of ability to accept tho office. Thl3 might cause my defeat if I should stand for re-election, but if a better man were elected tne peoplo would profit enough by It to atone for the grief over my retirement. All this expense I would have the township pay the same as the county pays the expense of the county courts. The plan would cost tho township considerable and for that reason would meet with objection, but it would be economical in the long run. It w)uld be the means of lessening the litigation In tho justice courts, would result in more impar tial rulings and a better administration of the office in every way. It would also dignify the court and would be more in keeping with the advancement that we have made in every other line of progress." A POEM ON THE BOUGH. "Every true man," says America's noblest seer, "will think all literature is yet to be written while his own conversation with nature is still unsung." Sermons were in stones, books in the running brooks, odes drooped from hawthorns and elegies clung upon brambles as far away and long ago as in King Bhakspeare's day, and yet on a recent yesterday, in a still forest nook, without a warning strain to tune the ' earth-born ear to mystic measures, there came a tiny feathered bard and hung one perfect poem on the bough. Down the shaded hillside we had come and across the sunny glade where the wood thrush holds her tree-top sovereignty of serenest melody; over the stream on a fallen fencerail and through the blackberry tangles breast high, where the taunting catbird flits, we turned aside into a small, quiet, curved woodland cloister set under the eastern hill. ' All was peace ere we entered, but in an Instant the morning air was vocal with the emphatic protest of a white-eyed vlreo. In short, curt and pointed musical ejaculation he uttered his annoyance at our intrusion on his household joy. Eagerly, but with sympathetic courtesy and forebearance, we scanned the brushes In every directiona white-eyed vireo's nest would be Indeed a "find." Suddenly the lady vireo flew past us and alighted frankly on a spice bush not an arm's length away. She had been absent in search of decorative ideas and was not aware of her lord's serious apprehensions. Through the leaves we eyed her breathlessly; her small, graceful, olive-hued personality was a-tllt on a twig aa ehe worked Industriously to adjust to position a bit of enowy fiber she held In her little beak. When she had flown again still not observing us, despite her mate's loud clamor from above we made a circuit and came close upon tho first sketch the barest airy outline of the nest fairy- poem -of most marvelous imagining. , c In a crotch of two twigs, only shoulder high to mortals, hung the white mesh of lace-like fabric a cobweb in sooth and in fact. We could have wept that wo had not beheld that frail, gossamer kerchief de tached from the night dew's touch and borne aloft to this beautiful usage. In elfin hammock shape, its silken mesh was f T-t rVitr1 frnm twit to twiir and ltehtlv adorned here and, there, as If in daintiest caprice, with scrolls of snow white pith and fragments cf soft green moss. Fashion me a worldling's poem more exquisitely bedlght, O ye bards, than this small song bird's dream of home, all "quaint In white and green." It was five long summer days a-buildlng this fairy shrine of love and music; poets are not rudely given to that unseemly haste which grosser mortals know. 'Twas slowly, choicely woven, and of purest, finest, most delicate furnishings, as befitted those high-born Infants whose destiny was to hang upon its artistic integrity frostlike arabesques of elder pith and fringed rosettes of green moss binding the lace-of-cobweb into a mesh of wond'rous strength and beauty. The little dainty pocket swung ten days on the bough under the spico leaves before it was fully dedicated to the soul of nature's harmony; then, one roseate May morning, four minutest pale, pink eggs faintly flecked with black touching pledges of unborn melody were covered by the downy breast and spread wings of the proud little brooding vireo. In work-a-day haunts poets are harddriven to And new strains to sing of daybreak or of sunset; but in the woodland world the willow thicket verses in lavish store are everywhere "hanged and curved upon the trees." To all men who step softly and healkcn worshipfullv still is "the universe a virgin;" "poetry has scarce chanted Its first song," for, while tune lives, Itosallnd and Orlando are yet a-wco-ing. ISMMA CARLinON'. New Albany, Ind. - St. Aitncs Commencement. The annual closing exercises of St. Agnes ' Academy were held last evening at the academy on North Meridian and Fifth streets. In the parlor-was a display of the drawing and other work done by the pupils during the year. The school tasks were neatly arranged on one table and tho china paintings on others, with the oil paintings on the walls, .naklng a very creditable display. The exercises wcro mostly of music, with a few literary features. The following was the programme; Salutatory, Mls C. Thlone: "Polka Caprice," pianos Misses Williams, Kgan, Watts. Cain, Brennan, liockwcll, hterand Clune. violin Miss Porter; "Our Glorious Flag of Liberty," accompanists Misses Heamue and Illsslon. and violin Miss Porter; "GleaniriKH from Physical Science," the class; "Our Household Fairies." the little ones, accompanist Mis I Williams; "Jubelfeier Polonaise," Miss Kramer, pianos Mti-ses Fox, Hislon, Thieves, Cullen. Shell, Kgan. Boeckling. Jenfclns and fJnrver. mandolins Misses Iieiume and Williams, and violin Miss JesMe Porter; "The Nightingale's Concert," Concone, Misses Bov?ckllng, O'Brien. Fox, Keenan and Williams, accompanists, piano. Miss Keaume. and violin. Miss Porter; "Alia Marcla." waltz, violins Misses Porter, Wiliiams and Kgan. mandolins Misses Clune. Reaume and hlel. piano Misses Keenan and D'Uricn: "The Auel of the Bmporor." reading by the hc-nior class; "The Huntress," a drill, accompanists. Misses O'Brien and Williams; "Awakening of the Iaon." A. Ie Kontskl, pianos. Misses Williams. O'Brien. Kcnnan and Reaume; "Sacred Chorus," accompanists, pianos. Misses llission and lteaume, violin. Miss l'orter. Moon Mot IlcponIble Pittsburg Chronicle Telegraph. Some Chicngo men saw two. tails on th moon the other night. Ihe moon was not full. llaag'a Liver Tills cure plmpka. .

THE VOICE OF THE PULPIT

THE PIICSCXT ASD TIIC FUTinU AllK TIIC I3irOHTA!T THINGS. To-Morrou-' Promise' by Iter. Der erly Warner, D. Rector of Trinity Church, Tievr Orleans. Forgetting those things which nre behlnfl. and reaching forth unto those things which are before.-rhil. JU:13. Wo are living in this rresent hour, noblf or ignobly, happily or sadly. In hope or la despair, in Just the proportion that we believe in. and act upon, these words of ihm apostle. It does not mean, this chirge to forget and to press forward, that tho things whlchv are behind have no influence at all upoa the things which are before they have. We are all weighted by the follies cf the past. We know it. The apostle warns us that the past Is Irrevocable. It has become j real part of us. Wo can do no more with, it. But the present and the future, the ever beautiful to-day, and the hopeful to-morrowthese are ours still, unstained, unmarred. We can do what we will with "tha things which are before." So in our use of the material which Hf In our hands now, wo must be very powerfully Influenced as to the manner of ou molding by the ideal which is btfore us Watch tho careful sculptor. He follows tho lines of his model. His chisel is directed in the moment of his contact with the mar bio by what he sees in that ideal before him, which, in its way. Is his inspiration. It may be an angel or a devil, a thing oi beauty, or a deformity. The instrument, however. Is faithful to the- sculptor's thought, and that thought is not concerning" the accomplished work of yesterday, although Influenced by it, but of the perfect work of to-morrow. So, my friends, as we look out to-day-be it with the divine visions of faith and hope and courage, or through the earthly mist of doubt and despair so will our present life and future work be. The new day Is always a new epoch, a beginning. There is a thrill of renewed life, as occupations are again taken up, studies resumed, plans for the future outlined; The school, the church, the social circle; the courts, tha store, all feel this impetus. There Is all about a hum of fresher life, a throb of brighter activity, as we gird our loins under the morning sun. It is the beginlng of a potent epoch rs though God had all at once touched us. and bade us rise and work, and with on accord we did all respond. Beyond all else, then, in these hours oC consciously taking up new dutle?, hnd assuming new responsibilities, it Is of great importance that we should face this futuro calmly and reach forth unto" those things which are before In the right spirit. Wa have not passed that way before. But all that way will be touched and vinfluenccd" by our thoughts concerning It as we stand on the threshold. What have we now 7 What may we expect to have? What is tha key in which our lives are written? Is It a Joyful or a sad outlook? Docs lifo weigh heavily or do we stand erect under ,it? Sometimes sorrow is a hollow thing as well as Joy. Sometimes we are In the ehadow, because we do not know where to look for the sunbeam. As a man thlnketh In his heart so Is he; where he is, . is a matter of fietaiL I do think In all reverence that if the Lord Christ were on earth in. human form today He would go about proclaiming that these are good days in which to live, good days, splendid days. Your lean-hearted pessimlst can always find the worm and th carrion, but he finds them in spots which he carefully seeks out. He must pass acres of sweet-smelling flowers and great fields of glowing harvests, to find his stony, patches and hard sVlls and miasmatlo swamps. He must pa i armies i of .happy men and glad women to find the plagua spots in prisoners and madhouses. This world, God's world, in which God's creatures live. Is a good world In which to live and work. More men laugh than weep, thank God! There are spots of disease, but they are spots, ,and the great body of society Is healthy, and is closing in upon and curing these angry wounds. There Is strife, there Is tension, there is friction, in society, in politics, in the church. But this strife and tension are good and maka life a nobler thing than their absenca WOUld. There is something worth striving for, that is one of the fine Inspiring thought of these days that seem troubled days to some. Wc have social, political and religious ideals that are better than tho realities which we possess. What a noLlo discontent then. Is this nineteenth century discontent, which will not be satisfied with halfway-perfection, but ever is reaching forth Into new things which nre before. This coming great chock of political parties, the din and clangor of whfch is already in our cars, is a goodly thing. God grant that the time will never come again in this Itepublic that brother shall meet brother upon the field of battle, but God grant as earnestly that the time will ncvr come when there will be no division of opinions and no antagnoi?ms of statesman- ' ship. Brother meets brother at the ballot box on opposite sides. Why, that Is tha very difference between a great people instinct with liberty and a people In tha chains of a despot's whim. It Is good to live in America in these days, better than to vegetate in China, That great way mark of civilization which not long ago wo set up, the observance of the four hundredth anniversary cf the flrft wave of that eternal tide of civilization and progress rolling in upon thcd western shores! What a point of hiutory In which we live! Tour hundred years of the cross first lifting its sacred symbol, amidrt the astonished cries of a pagan people! Four hundred years of the everrenewed footprints of Columbus on our shores, btating broad highways over plains and throufih forests! These are but glimpses of the glory of our latter-day heritage. o are, or ousht to Ik?, a glad nd grateful people. The addling clothts of babyhood nave oroppca irom me graceful figure of this young monarch amone nations. The childish treble of our literature has deepened into the musical bass of strength and vigor. The scientist, tho artist, the lnvtntor, above the result of whoso - labors Hie thy dear emblem of America, speak with authority, and not as the scribes. Their voices reach to tho end of the world, and are listened to, not Just with riKptct, but reverence. Ah. deir people, each with your llttlt trial, lock up! Look out upon the things arounri, and unto those which ure before. All tMngs are ours as they were not our father's. Rejoice and be exceedingly glad that cur lot has fallen in thete days tho golden days, not ended long ago. Ami. MfnX'i of mine. I do not think tho Lord Chrst would u-av cut of account that other, iorrowful. side to life. Only, the trrc.it lesson He would teach. I believe, is !Pi-t ' b good In plte of the shadows, i '- fuU we ought not to think It evil on af count Yf them. Tho iron has entered tho nuls vi Tuost of us, but love is stronger thaa i.on. ifor overy Calvary with iu dArt

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