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I. ii to your !.!. . hannh ; ".'t 'ripe au.l tie- nh ,1-a t Uirit , HOME ffl? drudgery and protection irom and absolutely guar at our cupeuwr roof phi i BY A : Symbolizing This is that morn the resurrection hour Of all the good that has within us died, The hour to throw aside with passionate force, The cruel bonds of wrong, and blindness pride And rise into a level high of power, Of strength of purity while those we love rejoice With "clouds of angel witnesses" above And all the dear ones who before have gone. HAIL MIRACLE OF DEATHLESS LIFE Throughout the Ages the Spirit cf Easter Has Voiced the Highest Aspirations of the Human Soul. THE spirit of Easter had its birth iu that dim past when man's wondering eyes first vaguely sensed the promise of the swell ing seed, the mystery of bursting bud, the miracle of resurrected life iu leaf and flower. Down through the count less ages have thundered the ho sannas of vernal Joy, peans of welcome to the reborn earth pregnant with its gift of immortality. In every land, savage and civilized, iu every step of man's uplift from barbarism to cul ture, from prehistoric to modern times each passing year has wit nessed the passionate rhythm of wall ing, lamentation and agonized despair ing prayer for the dead god, until at a mystic moment, penitential sacri fice and fasting, weeping and mourn ing give way to transports of Joy which hall the resurrected deity who has broken again the grim gates of death. We Christians have no monopoly of the undying tamer luua of death, resurrection and immortality, of a deity who dies to save the world and who rises triumphant from the dead. That has been the radiant principle of humanity's Instinctive religion from the early dawn of man's spirit ual life. The ancient temples of a hundred different religions have re echoed to the lamentations for dead deities and their old altars have vi brated and thrilled with the Joyous hymns in honor of resurrected gods. The germinal idea Is found lit almost all the myths of savage peoples. It was the pervading Idea In the faith of the old Hindus; it Inspired the an cient Egyptian belief in immortality; In the pre-Christian religions of Baby lon, Assyria and Asia Minor it was CASTORIA For Iniants and Chili., en In U$ For Over 30 Years Always heart the Signature of Nothing is more painful than the antics of a fat woman trying to act kittenish. ! A NEWSPAPER WEI7DOX, N. C, TIUJKKDAY, Al'lilL 1, 11)1."). the Day of Light and Joy , . j. . rr fundamental; while around this idea in Greece, Carthago and Romo cen tored the most sacred of rites and mysteries. Strange and sometimes horrible in sacrifice were the cere monies which ushered in the reborn world, rituals of worship which drenched altars with human blood in imitation of the god who died that the world might live. In other places i the great spring festival took the form ! of Joy transformed into the abandon 1 of license. But lu all these perver- . elons the central Idea remained as an i expression of man's attempt to fathom the secret of the universe and to ad Just his little life to its awful mys teries. We moderns of today can have no adequate conception of what the ad vent of Bprlng meant in the child hood of mankind. In a way we have conquered the seasons and adapted ourselves to their changing moods. But oven a few centuries ago, man was al most hopeless in the grip of a relent less, pitiless rhythm of superfluous plenty in Bummer and starvation and death in winter. It was only the strong and vigorous who survived the winter's fight with hunger. The an cient Lent was in very fact a period of walling and lamentation, for at this time the gods seemed to have deserted mankind, and the earth it self, the great mother goddess of fer tility and fecundity, appeared to have died beneath their feet. The coming of spring, the resurrection of fertil ity, meant that man's despairing pray u. l.ad Lccn answered, that his fa" ililces had been accepted, and that his battle with hunger was over, la tho sharp prod of lilting hunger which ancient man viewed as a punishment inflicted by the gods presiding over the various aspects of nature and the seasons, can be found the reason for much that seems strange and mon strous to us in the old religions. Adonis was the god who represent ed the yearly decay and revival of life, an annual death and resurrection. His worship spread from western Asia throughout the Mediterranean littoral. He was pictured aa bleed ing to death with the red leaves of autumn and coming to life again w ith the fresh green of spring. Often Ado- nil was impersonated by a living man A Sluggish l.iver Needs Attention. Let your l.iver get torpid anil you aio in for a spell of misery. Kveryboliy gets an attack now and then. Thousands of people keep their Livers active and healthy by using I'r. King's New Life Fills Fine for tlta stomach, too. stop the I tidiness, Constipation Itilioimness ami Indigestion. Clear the Mood. Only 2"ie. at your I'ruggiwt. Children Cry FOR FLETCHER'S CASTORIA FOR THE PEOPLE. .1.0 was sacrificed upon the harvest field. In the great Phoenician Banctu ary of Astaite at Byhlus the death of Adonis was mourned to the shrill wall ing notes of the flute, with weeping, lamentations and beating of breasts, but the next day the dead god was believed to rise from the dead and to ascend to heaven In the presence of his worshipers, amid hymns of Joy and glad shouts of "Adonis is risen from the dead!" It is In the worship . of Attis, however, that occurs the I moat striking resemblance to many of the observances of the Christian Faster. Attis was believed to have been miraculously born of a virgin mother and like Adonis to have died a violent death, ri.-lng from the dead at the time of tho spring festival. Hideous orginstlc rites marked the rit ual of Attis worship in Home. Days of blood and atonement preceded the hilarious Joy of the gn at day of res urrection. While devout multitudes flocked to the sanctuary, the unsexed priests of Attis and Cybele, to the music of flutes, drums and cymbals, slashed themselves with knives, and In wild, frenzied dances splattered the altars with dripping blood. The effigy of Attis hound to a pine tree played an Important part In the ceremony. "The Fay of Blood" witnessed the period of mourning over the efflgy of the god which was afterward hurled In a sepul. her. The worshipers prayed and fusied in walling and lamenta tion in preparation for the sacra mental meal. Hut when night had fallen the grief of tho worshipers firnetj t eetnlle nrineiM In th fes tival of Joy. Suddenly a light shone In the darkness. The tomb was opened and the temple thrilled to shouts that told that Atlls had risen from the dead. And as the priest touched the lips of the mourners with balm he softly whispered iu their ears the glad tidings of salvation. The resur rection of Attis was hailed by his vonrtea as a divine promise that they, too, would Issue triumphant from the corruption of the grave. A blessed sacramental meal and baptism of blood were among other ceremonies for the Initiates, a ritual which included a sacrifice of virility. it meant to them a new spiritual birth and remission of sins. Whooping Cough Well everyone knows the effect of Fine Forests on Coughs. Dr.Bell's Pine Tai-lloneyis a remedy which brings quick relief for Wlioopingl!ough,loosen the mucous, soothes tlie lining of the throat oml lungs, and make tho cough spells lesB severe. A family with growing children should not be without it Keep it handy for all Cough and Colds. 25c. at your Druggist. ElecUic Hitters a spring tonic, BOWS RET! 6v JA nESiiEG-sn E stood on the outskirts of a crowd surround ing a group of Salva tion Army people. No one paid the slightest heed to this man with tho livid face and ashamed eyes. Every one was craning hla i neck to gape at the girl In the blue poke bonnet, who had JuBt begun to sing in wonderful contralto voice: I've found a friend In Jesus; He's everything to me, He's the fatrest of ten thousand to my soul. The Uly of the Valley, i In Him alone I see All I need to eleanae and make me fully whole. The martial awing of the music rolled up like a battle-cry. Many beat the measured rhythm upon the stones of the street with their feet. The hymn was plainly a favorite. The man with the haggard, blanched face and the eyes that avoided other eyes felt something roll down his cheek. He put up his hand and to his great surprise brushed away a tear. He Immediately walked away, won dering at himself. He had not wept In years. He walked aimlessly on, coming at last to a public square where benches were placed. Here he sat down. ' Next day he went up and down the sordid streets looking for work. There was none for him. By some mysteri ous power, everyone to whom he ap plied was aware that he had Just come from prison. He had often heard his fellow convicts talk of the "hound ing of the police." He realized that ' he was now experiencing that ordeal. He grew more and more bitter as he met each freBh rebuff. "It's Just as they told me," he said savagely to him self; "no place In the world for a Jailbird." j As day by day went by without any , proBpect of better fortunes, his Beared . heart grew like granite. He came to hate everything and everybody; to realize in the depths of his soul that he was not only an outcast, but an Ishmaelite, his hand against every man. He began to wonder how soon it would be before he would go back, i At least, there he could have shelter and food. He consoled himself with the thought that if society refuBed him his living the state would not. He often thought of thu other man; the one who so glibly swore him Into prison; who had worked next his desk in the bank; who knew where the money went. There had been hours in his cell when he had said coldly to himself, "When I get out" The sinister thought began now to haunt him again. If he was to go back, be said, it might as well be for murder as for anything else; better, Hr H 8at pnd Thought. perhaps; for his misery would be the sooner over. So he began now to look In crowds for a face. He had watched the bank and discovered that the other man was no longer there. He said to him self that when he found the face he would follow it. It should not hide from him. He laughed grimly at the Idea. There were no walla thick enough, no doors strong enough, to keep him from his enemy when once he had found him. It was the end of Holy week, and the florists' windows were a glory. Roses, Annunciation lilies, violets, Jon quils a mass ot beauty and perfume tempted the eytji ot all passers by, About the time an actress recov ers from one attack of matrimony she has another. Our idea of true faith is that of a man who advertises for the return of a lost umbrella. CHIIdron Cry FOR FLETCHER'S CASTORIA .i Terms of Subscription--$l.SC Per i,i i m, NO. IU Even the man the Ishmaelite, the Jailbird paused and looked lu at the hanks of bloom In the window of a shop. His Bomber eyes roamed over the flaunting tulips, the stately roses, and rested on a cluster of tiny white flowers, modestly hiding under their waxen leaves. Yes, there they were his mother's flowers the flowers his young wife had loved. "O o-oh!" sighed a childish voice by him. Bowlby, the Jailbird, looked down. A little slip of a girl stood there look ing in the window at the elaborate floral display. Sho was a tidy little girl, although her clothing was worn and thin. She had solemn eyes and a quaintly demure air. One poor, scrawny little finger was pointing at the flowers. "That's mine," she was murmuring, "an' that's mine," the finger shifted, "an' that oh! an' that!" She drew a long breath as if ,the cup of her Joy was overflowing and pressed her solemn little face closer to the window. The man looked sharply at her. He found himself smiling at her enthusi asm. Then he thought differently about it and scowled. But still he lingered watching the child. Some thing about ber went to his lonely, Beared heart. At laat he spoke. "So you own them all, do you, little girl?" he asked, and was amazed at the sound of his own voice. The child looked up. "I was Just making believe," she said shyly. "Would you like to own them all?" he asked, still wondering wny be should speak to anyone. "I love flowers," she hesitated. "Tell me," said the man, "if you had to choose, which would you take?" She looked earnestly in the window again, and once more the little claw like finger came into play. It wan dered meditatively from flower to flow- I Didn't Treat You Square.' er, until it paused at the lilies of the valley. "I'd choose them," she said. The man gave a little start. "Why?" be questioned, not unkindly. "Oh," said the child, "because they are such weeny little things fairy flowers, I think; but," she added, primly and with a strangely old air, "flowers do not become me." "Why not?" "Because," replied the child, turning ber eyes resolutely away from the window, "we are too poor." The man slowly drew his hand out ot the pocket of his rough frieze coat and glanced at the silver in his palm. "You stay here a minute, little girl," he said. He went into the florist't. "How much for a bunch of lilies of the val ley?" he asked the pert, buxom young woman behind the counter. "Dollar a dozen during Easter," she responded. Oh, Easter, that was It! He had for gotten there was such an Institution. "Well, do the best you can for 60 cents," he answered, laying the money on the counter. When he came out with the lilies In his hand, his quaint little friend was atlll flattening ber fnce against the window. "Here, child," he laid, "take these." She did not speak at first; but her thin hands trembled with excitement as he bent to give the flowers to her. She took them, and for a moment held them close against her face. "How good you are!" she said. "N'ow, I'd better walk tlong with you," he said gently, "or some other thief may molest you." They came to a tenement, before which the child paused. "This Is w here 1 live," she said. "Please, sir," she murmured timidly, "will you go up to our door with me? There is a dreadful boy on the floor below us, and I am afraid he might take my flowers." Together they mounted the dark stairway. On the third floor there was a sudden rush and a whoop; but the man soon settled the "dreadful boy," who returned to his lair, nurs ing a tore head and bunting with j wrath. As the two war mounting the last After a young man has called on a girl at least three nights in one week she imagines there is an odor of orange blossoms in the air. The self-made man forgets to list himself when the assessor calls, Children Cry FOR FLETCHER'S CASTORIA UMMKJW Joy Without Endj Dow let the heavens be joyful. Cet earth ber ng begin. Cet the round world Keep triumph, And all that I therein. Invisible and visible, Chelr notes let all thing blend. Tor Christ the Cord hath risen, Our cy that hath no end. flight of stairs, the sound of a glorious j voice was heard singing: j He'll never, never leave me. : Nor yet forsake me here; I He's the Uly of the Valley. i "It's Captain Grace!" the child: cried Joyously, "from the Salvation Army. She comes every week and tidies us up," she explained, "and Bhe sings, oh, so beautifully!" She rushed through a half-open door, calling ex citedly: "Papa, Captain Grace, look!": The man caught a glimpse of a! young woman in a blue gown, on her! knees scrubbing the floor. Then hei heard a man's voice say: "Back again dear?" And at that voice the heart, of the Jailbird trembled in Its rock-; hewn tomb i Never the walls so thick, never the' doors so strong as to keep him front: his enemy when once he had found him! Well, he had unwittingly trailed him. There he was, in there, nlone, with a helpless woman and child. Why did he hesitate? "Where did you get your flowers?"; the voice went on. "A man bought them for me," the child answered "a kind man, who fetched me home. Come in!" she called, running back to the door, and seizing the Jailbird's hand "come la and see my papa." She pulled him across the threshold. The two men looked at each other. The Jailbird's first thought was, "You can't kill a dying man," for tho man lu the room, who sat bolstered up in bed, and who looked at him with startled eyes, was manifestly 111. "Why, Tom," he stammered. "So you're out? Well. I'm mighty glad. And you found my little girl? She's all I've got, Torn. My money, home, wife, health all gone. I've only her left." The Salvation Army girl had stopped scrubbing. She was still on her knees watching the two men. She had wit nessed too many tragedies of the slums not to realize that she was face to face with a crisis. The vis itor's silence was ominous. His heavy eyes were fixed intently on hla enemy as a vision of all his suffering passed before him. The sick man put out an Imploring hand. "Tom," he pleaded, "1 didn't treat you square. And I've had my pay. It was I who ruined you, who sent you up, and I perjured" The intensity of her father's speech, the pallor of hla face, alarmed the child, who ran to him and throwing her arms at out him, cried: "Papa, papa! Don't you look like that!" The Jailbird looked at the trembling little creature clinging to her battered Wrwck of a fnlliei. AoJ as iilo lucttd, suddenly the stone was rolled away from the sepulcher of hla soul and an angel sat there. Reaching out hla hand he took that ot the sick man. "It's ail right, Bill!" he said huskily. "Don't say another word" a smile transfigured his masklike face "before the child." "Glory to Qod!" cried the Salvation Army girl In an ecBtasy, "He's got the victory." An hour later as he reached the street door Captain Grace was wait ing for him. She touched him gently on the arm. "Come down to the bar racks with me, brother," she aald. "The commander will be glad to see you." Your Child's Cough Is a Help Don't put off treating y Cough. 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