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SIX (Copyright 1914, by the Smr Co ) Great nrltain right* reserved. Man I* made up of fleah and apirlt. The BODY of man we know and un derstand. We can trace iU rtae through millions of years on this planet The eye of Science- patient, exact —trace* the PHYSICAL ascent of man from a single living cell In the water* of the ocean through a million form* of life up to luun» present shape. Even In the unborn child, moat mi raculously and swiftly like some mov ing | Icture oT man's earthly history, the Individual man once more Is seen passing, BEFORE IBS BIRTH, through every stage, beginning with the s gle cell to the finished man of today. WE KNOW THE BODY, the flesh of man. We see the bonee of man In the skeleton of an ape. We see the live fingers of the nj>« In the foot of the aalamai ter that lived mliltona of years ago. We know that the ear of man was once the gill ot a fish. We know that even now. by a strange throwing back to ancient times, babies are oc casionally horn with “gill-silts' In their necks. Science tells us how the body of man haa grown from Inferior bodies. And we can see that growth, Juat a* we can see In a book on mechanics, the gradual growth of the powerful locomotive of today, from the primi tive locomotive of the last century, and from the two-wheeled ox-cart ot thousand* of years ago. We know the flesh, but w* do not know the spirit of man. Wt know that the spirit of man 1* forever fighting against the body ana its weaknesses. All progress has coma through vic tory of the spirit over the flesh; "tho spirit indeed is willing, tho flesh is weak.” ATI or His betrayal by Jndaa, In tho bitter hour of GethFcmane, Christ, lying upon 11IS faro, uttered that piti ful prayer: “O my Father, if it bo jxistible. let tills cup pass from me; nevertheless. not aa i will, but as Thou wilt." The spirit of the noblest being in all the world's history was willing for the sacrifice, ready for the ordeal on the croas. But the weak fliwh < rled out, "If 11 be possible, let this cup pass from me” To the soldier who cut off the ear of the high priest's servant Christ said: “Put up again thy sword nto hla place. They that take the sword shall perish by the sword.” And he added, doubtless Intimidat ing the soldier's rude intnd: "Think est thou that I cannot now pray to my father, and he shall presently give me more than twelve legions ot angels T" The struggle of the flesh sgalnst the spirit goes on In every htimsn being with even the faintest spark of spiritual life. Despair and weakness are followed by determination to do what Is right, confidence In the power of goodness which Christ expressed when he told the soldier that his father would send 'more than twelve legions of angels.” The duty of man is to realize that this battle between the spirit and the body goes on forever and MUST go on. Bomewhere. mysteriously, man finds the power to fight against temp tation, against ail the animal Inheri tance stretching buck through many centuries, It help* a man in life to understand WHAT he must fight, and WHY he tnuat fight You can make your struggle in the world better If you can see yourself as the man 1* shown in this picture. His mind and his hands reach out to ward the stars, toward the highest and noblest things. His feet are held to the ground by the earth giant of selfishness, laziness, sensuality sad all other weaknesses. When you fight against yourself, remember that the power that holds you down to the earth represents every one of the animals that were here ahead of mail. Man has the dog s friendship, but with It *he ferocity of the tiger that shows in dreadful lynching* and mur ders He has "a hog asleep with him, as Zfllo says. He has ambition like the horse, fickleness and ambition likb the monkey, the conceit of the pea cock and the laziness of the sloth. The spirit has risen up from the earth In innumerable forms of life Bach of the lower forms clings anl clogs in the upward march. No man can escape entirely from the power that hold;- hitn. Those big esith hands, the power of gravitation power of habit, power o' animal inher itanee hold u* to the earth. And here we must stay down until we go back into the earth again. But every man can find comfort a— —■osvj———— ■] IW IMM J'W.ii —s—»ni »i 11 ■mmsmmmwmmbMEMMß—H—— , m * (l •* v ■$- * * k \\ I i ii"~— ' ' “Watch and Pray, That Ye Enter Not Into Temptation: the Spirit Indeed is Willing, But the Flesh is Weak." The Spirit of Man Reaches to the Stars and Longs For the Highest and Best. The Body of Man is Held to the Earth by Forces and Passions As Ancient As this Globe. And Life is a Struggle Between the Spirit that Reaches Upward and the Power that Holds Us Down. tn his own struggle and battle. And every man who knows the value of solitude and of effort can find com fort lu this picture, even in Us dra matic exaggeration. Man at least DOKS reach up to ward the stars ills feet are held fast tn the mud, hut his spirit looks away from this earth to the wonders of Infinite beauty and power, and he is not a slave WMUC UK iAN THINK KKKBLY To know what life Is, to realize ttie power of the si lrlt, and the little ness and meanness of the body, look out In the darkness of night as the man looks lu this picture. Your arms stretch upward, and the thing nearest to you Is a planet scores of millions of miles away, beyond that a star, a shining sun distant beyond our fee ble comprehension. Yet. the tiny spark of spirit in the brain of man Is the ONLY connect ing link between this planet and that wonderful outside world. SOUL AND BODY And the spirit of man. whatever else it may be, is the brother of the spirits that live on those planets and and on those distant suns Animal our bodies MAY be We may get our five fingers from the salamander, our skeleton from the ape. our skull from the development of the topmost vertebra. But our spirit Is a thing perfect in Itself, struggling for expression through an imperfect brain and body, fighting forever, even in the meanest of human beings, against the base ness and the meanness of the flesh, against those earth hands and their powerful grip. Men feel that life in our day Is dull, without romance. But no man need look back to the days of chiv alry or the days of fighting. He has within his reach the only fight that is wvrth while. The battle of the immortal spirit against the body and its animal Inheritance is the only THE AUGUSTA HERALD, AUGUSTA, GA. great fight That wonderful and pa thetic scene at Qethsemane. when the noblest spirit of all humbly prayed for relief, is Infinitely more beautiful and noble than any battle of armored men or thundering cannon. The battles of the spirit against the flesh, and the victories of the spirit have been the greatest in the world's history. Joan of Arc fought such a battle when she prepared herself for the flames that devoured her. Giordano Bruno, looking with kindness and pity upon the Ignorant Itetle child adding tagota to the tire that burned nnn, was another of the earth's great con querors In a small way, every one of us. fighting, conquered, fighting and struggling again heeding the admoni tion, "Watch and pray, that we enter not into temptation." ia a real fighter, improving the little atom of the race confided to" him. working iu his Utile corner, DOING HIS BKST. Man, weak and feeble, not knowing whence he came or whither he must go when life ends, may still look at the stars with i ride, hope and deter mination. The Psalmist, downcast and gazing into the heavens, cried: "When I consider thy heavens, the work of thy fingers, the moon and the stars, which thou hast ordained; "What is man. that thou art mind ful of him? and the son of man. tnat thou visltest him?" Hut that is not the only attitude, better one is this: "1 will praise the Lord, for 1 am Tearfully and wonderfully made, Man today may say : "I will praise Him because He has given me the power to see and to understand TUK WOKK OF HIS HANDS." He has given to me. weak and fee ble. the power to weigh the stars, measure their distance, foretell the eclipse and conquer this globe. Man is still a savage though he does not know it, and an intellectual child compared to what he will be. But, he CAN look up. He stands erect, and is a soldier every day in the battle of the spirit with the flesh WE DON'T KNOW HOW TO ANSWER YOU. Sir: —Vice-President Marshall says to kiss your wife at least once a day. But my wife won't let me. What shall 1 do? WAITING. EVERY DAY Is Barqain Day In the WANTS SUNDAY. MARCH 15 A MEETING Some days ago I heard somebody speaking about policemen In the most disparaging manner. "You are quite right," I agreed, “they are all rascals and In proof hereof I should like to tell you a little Incident. I have on my country place a gardener, and Alsaclan named Ullmann, who was formerly a police man. In spite of his 58 years he still makes a very young Impression. For years he was the terror of tramp* and vagrants, and now he is tsnderly nursing flowers with his big power ful hands, which have knocked down more than one criminal*. The flow ers have changed his altogether, but he says this is because he is breath ing a different air now. One morn ing I met him in the vegetable gar den. He has' Jusl been sprlnkllug the strawberry beds and was In his shirt sleeves. He wag evidently in mood for a chat that day for he ad dressed me: “I have now been in your service for nine years, monsieur," he said, "and I want to tell you how happy 1 have always felt here, much happier than while I was a 'Policemen. That is a dreadful calling, I tell you. Whether you put criminals in prison or cut their heads off, they are not punished enough It would be much better to condemn them to become policemen, even if only for a few months, then they would have mors than enough of it. But probably the public might object. When you look at me. as I am now In my working clothes, you would think that my life had always been smooth sailing, as content as I look. And still I tell you I have met with enough expe riences to write more than one sen sational novel. I was very young when we married and at first we had a hard time to make a living and later on worse anxieties came to us through way* ward child who wrecked our happi ness. Of all the sorrows he caused us, I will tell you the one which shocked me most. It was a beautiful summer the sky was full of stars ana it was bright moonlight. It was about 12 years ago. I was walking my beat from the Bois de Voulogne to Passy together with my mate, a Corsican, whose sense of hearing was so sharp that he could hear the ants running. From time to time a cab rolled by and through the windows we caught a sight of kissing couples. The night was made for loving. Suddenly we were startled by a piercing cry: “Help, Murder!” we rushed towards the sound and found a man who was trying to strangle a gentleman who wore a light coat over his evening dress, evidently on his way home from a dance. Before the bandit had time to look around we had the handcuffs on him, but unfortunately we had come a lit tle too late for his victim was bleed ing profusely from two stab wounds in neck and face. "You had better stay here," I said to my chum, “while I rush this fel low to the station house and hurry back with an ambulance. I started off with him. We had about half a mile to walk to the sta tion house. He made no attempt to resist whloh would have done him no good as he was handcuffed and I had a good hold of his coat collar. We did not exchange a single word but suddenly he stopped under a street lamp and said: m “You don't seem to recognize me. He threw back his head, his cap fell off and I recognized—the face of my own son. It was a dreadful shock. Even If you have been fighting burglars and footpads for twenty years you still remain human. My heart stopped beating. He looked at me with horrified eyes and open mouth and stammered: "I have never done you any harm fa ther. Y'ou won’t have me sent to prison, will you?” Why I did not drop dead or go In sane on the spot, I do not understand —but a miracle happened. I felt my brain and heart growing cold, and in one second I saw a thousand things, the day when he was born, when he was christened, his sweet little baby face, I saw’ him go to school, where he was the first In everything, our flat on the top floor of a tenament and his poor mother stooping pver his bed, when he was saying his prayers. Then I imagined the terrible catas trophe, 1 saw his mother fainting as gfte heard of the dreadful calamity the reports in all the newspapers, out honest name disgraced. I do no' know how to explain it to you, bul my heart swelled with pity and love oT the unfortunate boy. I took the handcuffs off his hands and whisper ed: "Run aw-ay from here.” I have never seen him again. 11 what I did was wrong, I hope God will forgive me—That's right, don't be bashful." At these last words he knocked • fat caterpillar off a leaf of cubbagw.