10WUY3 Even .the man—the ishmaelite, the Joy Without End Symbolizing the Day of Light and Joy jailbird—paused and looked in at the banks of bloom in the window of a shop. His somber 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 bis young wile had loved. "0-0-0h!" sighed a childish voice by him. Bowlby, the jailbird, looked down. A little slip of a girl stood there looking in the window at the elaborate floral display. She was a tidy little girl, although her clothing was worn E stood on the outskirts and thin. She had solemn eyes and of a crowd surrounding a quaintly demure air. One poor, a group of Salvation scrawny little finger was pointing at Army people No the flowers. "That's mine," she was one paid the slightest murmuring, "an' that's mine,'' the heed to this man with finger shifted, "an' that—oh! an' the livid face and that!" She drew a long breath as if ashamed eyes. Everyone the epp of her joy was overflowing and was craning his pressed her solemn little face closer neck to gape at the to the window. girl in the blue poke The man looked sharply at her. He bonnet, who had just begun to sing in found himself smiling at her enthusiasm. a wonderful contralto voice: Then he thought differently about it and scowled. But still he I've found a friend in Jesus lingered watching the child. Something He's everything to me, to my He's the fairest of ten thousand about her went to his lonely, soul. seared heart. At last he spoke. "So The Lily of the Valley, you own them all, do you, little girl?" In Him alone I see he asked, and was amazed at the All I need to cleanse and make me fully Dow let tbe heavens be |oyful. whole, sound of his own voice. Let earth her song beam. The child looked up. "I was just The martial swing ot the music Cet tbe round world keep trimnpb, making believe," she said shyly. rolled up like a battle-cry. Many beat flnd an tbat is therein. "Would you like to own them all?" the fneasured rhythm upon the stones he asked, still wondering why he Invisible and visible, ot the street with their feet. The should Speak to anyone. hynsn was plainly a favorite. Cbelr notes let all things blend, "I love flowers," she hesitated. .The man with the haggard, blanched for Christ tbe tord batb risen, "Tell me,'- said the man, "if you face and the eyes that avoided other Our lev tbat bath no end, had to choose, which would you eyes felt something roll down his cheek. He put up his hand and to his take?" She looked earnestly in the window great surprise brushed away a tear. flight of stairs, the sound of a glorious again, and once more the littlB clawlike He immediately walked away, wondering 4 voice was heard singing: finger came into play. It wandered at himself. He had not wept meditatively from flower to flow- ln years. He'll never, never leave me, He walked aimlessly on, coming at Nor"yet forsake me here He^s the Lily of the Valley"It's last to a public square where benches Captain Grace!" the child were placed. Here he sat down. cried joyously, "from the Salvation Next day he went up and down the Army. She comes every week and sordid streets looking for work. There tidies us up," she explained, "and she was none for him. By some mysterious, sings, oh, so beautifully She rushed power, everyone'to whom he applied through a half-open door, calling excitedly: was aware that he had just "Papa, Captain Grace, look!" come from prison. He had often heard mm The man caught a glimpse of a his fellow convicts talk of the "hounding young woman in a blue gown, on her of the police." He realized that This is that morn—the resurrection hour knees scrubbing the floor. Then he he was now experiencing that ordeal. Str- heard a man's voice say: "Back He-grew more and more bitter as he Of all the good that has within us died, met each fresh rebuff. "It's just as they dear?" And at that voice the heart of the jailbird trembled in its rockhewn told me," he said savagely to himself The hour to throw aside with passionate force, "no place in the world for a tomb. The cruel bonds of wrong, and blindness—pride— Never the walls so thick, never the jailbird." As day by day went by without any doors so strong as to keep him from And rise into a level high of power, prospect of better fortunes, his seared his enemy when once he had found him! Well, he had unwittingly trailed* heart grew like granite. He came to Of strength—of purity—while those we love rejoice hate everything and everybody to him. There he was, in there, alone, With "clouds of angel witnesses" above realize in the depths of his soul that with a helpless woman and child. Why he was not only an outcast, but an diu he hesitate? And all the dear ones who before have gone. Ishmaelite, his hand against every "Where did you get your flowers?"^ man. He began to wonder how soon the voice went on. "I Didn't Treat You Square." it would be before he would go back. "A man bought them for me/' the HAIL MIRACLE OF xundamental while around this idea At least, there he could have shelter child answered—"a kind man, who wiiu was sacrificed upon the harvest er, until it paused at the lilies of the in Greece, Carthage and Rome centered and food. He consoled himself with fetched me home. Come in!" she field. In the great Phoenician sanctuary valley. "I'd choose them," she said. the thought that if society refused him tbe most sacred of rites and 1 called, running back to the door, and of Astarte at E blus the death of The man gave a little start. "Why?" DEATHLESS LIFE mysteries. Strange and sometimes bis living the state would not. seizing the jailbird's hand—"come in Adonis was mourned to the shrill wailing he questioned, not unkindly. horrible in sacrifice were the ceremonies He often thought of the other man and see my papa." She pulled him notes of the flute, with weeping, "Oh," said the child, "because they which ushered in the reborn the one who so glibly swore him into across the threshold. The two men lamentations and beating of breasts^ are such weeny little things—fairy world, rituals of worship which priscn who had worked next his desk but the next day the dead god was looked at each other. flowers, I think but," she added, drenched altars with human blood in in the bank who knew where the believed to rise from the dead and The jailbird's, first thought was, primly and with a strangely old air, Throughout the Ages the Spin! imitation of the god who died that money went. There had been hours in "You can't kill a dying man," for the to ascend to heaven in the presence "flowers do not become me." the world might live. In other places his cell when he had said coldly to I of his worshipers, amid hyinns of joy man in the room, who sat bolstered "Whj not?" of Easter Has Voiced the the great spring festival took the form himself, "When I get out—" up in bed, and who looked at him and glad shouts cf "Adonis is risen "Because," replied the child, turning of joy transformed into the abandon Highest Aspirations of from the dead!" It is in the worship The-sinister thought began now to with startled eyes, was manifestlv her eyes resolutely away from the of license. But in all these perversions of Attis, however, that occurs the haunt him again. If be was to go window, "we are too poor." 11.. the Human SouL the central idea remained as an most striking resemblance to many back, he said, it might as well be for "Why, Tom," he stammered. "So THE The man slowly drew his hand out expression of man's attempt to fathom of the observances of the Christian murder as for anything else better, you're out? Well, I'm mighty glad. of the pocket of his rough frieze coat the secret of the universe and to adjust spirit of Easter had its birth Easter. Attis was believed to have And you found my little girl? She's and glanced at the silver in his palm. in that dim past when man's his little life to its awful mysteries. all I've got, Tom. My money, home, been miraculously born of a virgin "You stay here a minute, little girl," wondering eyes first vaguely mother and like Adonis to have died wife, health—all gone. I've only her he said. sensed the promise of the swelling We moderns of today can have no a-violent death, rising from the dead left." He went into the florist's. "How seed, the mystery of bursting bud, adequate conception of what the advent The Salvation Army girl had stopped at the time of the spring festival. much for a bunch of lilies of the valley?" the miracle of resurrected life in leaf of spring meant in the childhood Hideous orgiastic rites marked the ritual scrubbing. She was still on her knees he asked the pert, buxom young and flower. Down through the countless of mankind. In a way we have of Attis worship in Rome. Days watching the two men. She had witnessed woman behind the counter. conquered the seasons and adapted ages have thundered the hosannas too many tragedies of the of blood and atonement preceded the "Dollar a dozen during Easter," she of vernal joy, peans of welcome ourselves to their changing moods. But hilarious joy of the gr£at day of resurrection. slums not to realize that she was 9 responded. the reborn earth pregnant with its even a few centuries ago, man was almost While devout multitudes face to face with a crisis. The visitor's Oh, Easter, that was it! He had forgotten hopeless in the grip of a relentless, gift of immortality. In every laad, flocked to the sanctuary, the unsexed silence was ominous. His heavyeyes there was such an institution. savage and civilized, in every step of pitiless rhythm of superfluous priests of Attis and Cybele, to the were fixed intently, on his enemy "Well, do the best you can for 50 nan's uplift from barbarism to culture, plenty in summer and starvation and music of flutes, drums and cymbals, as a vision of air his suffering passed cents," he answered, laying the money from prehistoric to modern death in winter. It was only the slashed themselves with knives, and before him. on the counter. times, each passing year has witnessed strong and vigorous who survived the In wild, frenzied dances splattered the The sick man put out an imploring When he came 9ut with the lilies the passionate rhythm of wailing, winter's fight with hunger. The ancient altars with dripping blood. The effigy hand. "Tom," he pleaded, "I didn't in his hand, his quaint little friend lamentation and agonized despair, Lent was in very fact a period of Attis bound to a pine tree played treat you square. And I've had my was still flattening her face against tag prayer for the dead god, until of wailing and lamentation, for at pay. It was I who ruined you, who an important part .in the ceremony. the window. "Here, child," he said, at a mystic moment, penitential sacrifice this time the gods seemed to have "The Day of Blood" witnessed the sent you up, and I perjured—" "take these.'' and fasting, weeping and mourning deserted mankind, and the earth itself, period of mourning over the effigy of The intensity of her father's speech, She did not speak at first but her give way to transports of joy the great mother goddess oi fertility the god which was afterward buried the pallor of his face, alarmed the thin hands trembled with excitement which hail the resurrected deity w'ho and fecundity, appeared to have in a sepulcher. The worshipers prayed child, who ran to him and throwing as he bent to give the flowers to her. died beneath their feet. Tbe coming has broken again the grim gates of and fasted in wailing and lamentation her arms about him, cried: "Papa* She took them, and for a moment held death. of. spring, the resurrection of fertility, in preparation for the sacramental papa! Don't you look like that!" them close against her face. "How meant that man's despairing prayers We Christians have no monopoly meal.* But when night had The jailbird looked at the trembling had been answered, that his sacrifices good you are!" she said. of the undying Easter idea of death, Here He Sat and Thought. ef fallen the grief the worshipers little creature clinging to her battered had been accepted, and that "Now, I'd better walk along with ^•resurrection and immortality, of a turned to ecstatic gladness in the Festival —efcj? wreck of a father. And as she looked, perhaps for his misery would bo his battle with hunger was over. In deity who dies to save the world and you,'' he said gently, "or. some other of Joy. Suddenly a light shone suddenly the stone was rolled away the sooner over. the sharp prod of biting hunger which jj^who rises triumphant from the dead. thief may molest you.' in the darkness. The tomb was opened from the sepulcher of his soul and So he began now to look in crowds g^Tbat has been the radiant principle ancient man viewed as a punishment They came to a tenement, before and the temple thrilled to shouts that in angel sat there.' for a face. He had watched the bank of humanity's instinctive religion inflicted by the gods presiding over which the child paused. "This is told that Attis had risen from the Reaching out his hand he took that and discovered that the other man the various aspects of nature and the from the early dawn of man's spiritual where I live," she said. "Please, sir," dead. And as the priest touched tho Df the sick man. "It's all right, Bill!" $ras no longer there. He said to himself life. The ancient temples of a seasons, can be found the reason for she murmured timidly, "will you go up ho lips of the mourners with balm he said huskily. "Don't say another that when he found the face he hundred different religions have rejected much that seems strange and monstrous ears to our door with me? There is a softly Whispered in their the word"—a smile transfigured his would follow it. It should not hide to the lamentations for dead to us in the old religions.? dreadful boy on the floor below us, Clad resurrection tidings of salvation. The piaskllke" face—"before the child." from him He laughed grimly at the deities and their old altars have vibrated Adonis was the god who represented bla and I am afraid he might take my of Attis was bailed by "Glory to God!" cried the Salvation idea. There were no walls thick and thrilled with the joyous the yearly decay and revival of as a •otaries divine promise that flowers." Army girl in an ecstasy. "He's got the enough, no doors strong enough, to TKS hymns in honor of resurrected gods. life, an annual death and fesurrection. Together they mounted the dark they, too, would issue triumphant rictory." keep him from his enemy when once The germinal idea is found in almost His worship spread from western stairway. On the third floor there from the corruption of the grave. An hour later as h^ reached the he had found him. •11 the myths of savage peoples. It Asia throughout the Mediterranean was a sudden rush and a whoop but A blessed sacramental meal and a jtreet door Captain Gidce was waiting It was the end of Holy week, and was the pervading idea in the faith of littoral. He was pictured as bleeding baptism of blood were among other the man soon settled the "dreadful for him. She touched him gently the florists' windows were a glory. the old Hindus it inspired the ancient to death with the red leaves of boy/' who returned to his lair, nursing ceremonies for the initiates, a ritual jn the arm. "Come down to the barracks Roses, Annunciation lilies, violets, jonquils—a Egyptian belief in immortality autumn and coming to life again with a sore head and bursting with which included a sacrifice of virility. with me, brother," she said, mass of beauty and perfume to tbe pre-Christian religions of Babylon.1 the fresh green of spring. Often Adonis It meant to them a new spiritual wrath. 'The commander will be glad to see tempted the eyes of all passers-by, A«*vrja' and Minor it was was impersonated by a living man Az'.z birth, and remission of sins As the two were mounting the last roa.r