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Dec. 5, 1917. Death, The Leveler By CAPT. A. LEE ALEXANDER STONE Gas Instructor Twe: ty-eighth Division. (By Capt. Lee Alexander Stone.) In the midnight of a grief that is chaotic, vengeful thoughts pierce our brains that time alone can banish. We do not wish to understand that death is merely a change of form, and that possibly the loved one who has left our sight is better off. We are almost ready to curse Nature for having permitted us to love, and then, because of disease or natural decay, to destroy the form of the one held most dear. Spiritual love holds with a tie that binds hearts close together—that makes them almost one. Separation by death tears asunder our reason, and leaves us for the moment under the complete con trol of our emotions. To mourn for a loved one with whom we have been asso ciated for years destroys for a time our impulse to see good in anything around us. Time is the great mender of hearts that are about to break. Time alone <:m replenish our supply of a love for >1 hers we tried to kill with grief. Years and years pass, sorrow after sorrow may overtake us, yet in the end will smiles replace the tears of loneliness, and, Phoenix-like. will we rise from the ashes of despair* to gaze on the sun of a new day as it bursts in morning glory over the peaks of the mountains of hope. Earth, “the great tomb of man,” holds within her millions who have been loved and who have gone to make a part of “the clod the rude swain treads upon." The solace that death is the beginning of a new life leaves man with a hope that he may enter a new sphere of existence when he answers the summons on the day he has finished his work and is no longer of service as an actor in the drama* of life. After all, man is but the tool of Nature, and like all tools that are much used he wears out and ceases, longer to be an asset and becomes a liability. The promise of immortality, renewed every spring by Nature, when the leaves burst forth and the flowers bloom and the birds sing from branches that have felt the cold winter of decay, should make man pause in the mad rush of a workaday world to pay respect to those whom he has succeeded, who have gone the way all men must travel. We lay our friends in the tomb with a feeling of despair at out utter help lessness, and yet leave the very pres ence of the grave to boast of our strength. Nature is a great leveler. Rich and poor the scholar and the dunce, must march to the tune of the harpist who follows in the wake of time, and who plays the dirge of decay. God’s Acre holds many a shell of clay that was interred amid great pomp and display, and the “pass ing bell" might have told of another who was about to enter its precincts who belonged to a different station ir life, yet who responded when the chimes in the belfry of the universe tolled the hour when soul and body must part, and whose entrance would not even be no ticed. “Golden lads and girls all must, as chimney’ sweepers, come to dust.” Death simply marks a change of form. Mother Earth lends to the spirit, for a .length of time, a hull for its protection. When the spirit grows weak and man enters the October of life, Nature begins to with draw her support, with the result that the spirit must seek another abode, if it is to retain its ego and enjoy immor ality. “To strut, and fret one’s hour upon the stage” sometimes seems hard to have to do, when adversity comes. Yet man’s allotment of time on this mortal sphere must be fixed by the immutable laws of the universe, or else everything would soon be topsy-turvy and the world would be upside down. “Blessed is he who has become an embodiment of the truth and loving kind ness. He conquers, although he may be wounded; he is glorious and happy, al though he may suffer; he is strong, al-, though he may break down under the burden of his work; he is immortal, al though he may 'die. The essence of his being is immortality.” “O worldly man! How fatal is your delvs'on! Inevitably yqur body wiP er ’’e to dust, yet carelessly, unheed ii vou liv'c on.” joy of death! To be able to go to a r: it where no shipwrecks occur, where peace and ealm reign supreme, should cause all men to view with pride the hour that will take them into the realms of the unknown. Death brings peace to the tired soul; to the disease-ridden bodv of the poor sufferer it gives health; it ir merciful to those who have grown ok 1 in the service of man, and lets them gently fall asleep in the arms of the Filo* of Life, to awaken on the shores of r new land. “They are not dead! They have bu' pf RSOd. j PROF. VAN ORSDELL, j EXPERT PHOTO ARTIST 39 Years Experience Behind the Camera 1 Extends You Soldiers of Camp Hancock An Invitation for a “Sitting” I NIGHT WORK A SPECIALTY Distinctive High Class Photographic Work 404 JACKSON STREET UP BTAIRS. Opposite First Baptist Church TRENCH AND CAMP .Beyond the mists that blind us here Into the new and larger life Os that serener sphere.” You can take nothing with you into the tomb. A heritage of power may be left if the intellect has been developed, and the seat of reason has not been dis turbed by false ideas. When self is eliminated and the “1” ceases to exist, death will truly lost its sting, and man will court with joy the purification that comes as a result of the separation of his ego material froj» his Real Ego Immor tal. CONSUL FROST wTuTsPEAK. Wesley Frost, who was United States Consul at Queenstown when the Lusita nia was sunk, is on a speaking tour of the United States under the auspices of the Committee on Public Information. He will address the Augusta Chamber of Commerce at Partridge Inn tonight. Con sul Frost assisted in earing for the dead and has witnessed some heartrending sights. His story will reveal German frightfulness in all its horror. He Z ows little who will tell his wife all he knows. Wholesale Cigars Tobaccos Cigarettes Pipes Chewing Gum Retail Department Headquarters for Pennsylvanians- Cigars, Soda, Pool and Billiards. Burdell- Cooper Cinco Distributors 752 Broad. Phone 23. t HI v-'T'' J/ X ; ' " " ; J \ WHAT IS CHIROPRACTIC ? (Ki-ro-prak-tik) » It Is Not Medicine; Not Surgery; Not Osteopathy. it is a scientific method of adjusting the cause of disease without drugs or instruments, based on a correct knowledge of anatomy, and especially the nervous system. The Chiro practic idea is that the cause of disease is in the person afflicted, and the adjustment in correcting the wrong that is producing it. The function of every organ in the body is con trolled by mental impulses from the brain, which it transmits through the nerves. Any . impingement of these nerves interfering with the transmission of mental impulses results in an abnormal function called disease. This in terference is produced by subluxated verte brae. pressing upon nerves as they pass out from the spinal cord. The trained Adjuster is able to locate the point of obstruction or in terference, and by means of adjusting the sub luxated vertebrae corrects the cause, and nor mal conditions, or health, is the result. Investigation costs nothing, and means health and happiness. LEONARD KNOWLES, D. C. CHIROPRACTOR Palmer School Graduate 320 LEONARD BLDG. HOU RS—i: 37—5:30. The House of Dorr is for those who wish the better grades of things to wear. Trench Coats, Rain Coats, Jaeger Underwear, Sweaters,* Hosiery, Etc. Officers’ Uniforms Made in Our Own Shop, $65.00 and $75.00. August Dorr’s Sons 724 Broad Street Page 13 ui n U i U ill Jfirm nl I r US 11 ES3S