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G ILL CHINE TELLS OF 01 TRIBUTE "Miss Cavell Taught Us He Says?10,000 At (By Hall Caine, England's famous novelist, author of "The Manxman." "The Christian," "The Woman Thou Gavest Me," etc.) London. Oct. 2!L "O, Death, where is thy sting? O. Grave, where is thy victory?" Down to a fortnight ago few of us outside the immediate circles of Nurse Cavell's family and friends even so much as heard her name; now all the wot Id knows it. It has gone, as by a supernatural trumpet blast, to the uttermost ends of the earth. Mingled with a cry of horror ana execration at tne orutai act ot tyranny, it has rung round the globe. And, today, ten thousand persons have assembled in the cathedral ot' the capital of our empire to thank God for the great soul it stood for in this transitory existence, to perpetuate her memory and to quicken the holy spirit of self-sacrifice which was exemplified in her life and death. What a scene it has been! None of us will ever forget it. In the gray dawn of one of the first days of winter, London was already moving toward St. Paul's cathedral. The morning was fine, but the city was heavy and sad. Long before the service began traffic in the streets around the cathedral was first impeded then arrested and finally stopped. At length a cordon of police had to keep back the surging, swaying crowds who were struggling to reach the doors inside the cathedral. What a sight it was! The vast multitude stretched from the chancel steps and the broad space under the domo to where the clossatl statues of England's mighty dead emerged from the gloom by the far off portion. The gray old sauctuary has witnessed many a great moving spectacle, services of intercession, of supplication, of lamentation, of thanksgiving. of rejoicing, and of mourning, but perhaps, never before has it seen anything quite like this. What an assembly! The King was represented by the Queen's secretary, and Queen Alexandra, the beloved of the people, in her own person. The prime minister and many members of ni3 cabinet, statesmen, scholars, scientists, a great company of nurses in their various uniforms, fresh from the greet hous >s of pain, pathetic groups here and there of wounded soldiers, home from the battlefield. Then an immense concourse of the general public, chiellv women, many of them in black, the wives, the sisters and the mothers of the brave lads who are lighting for us at the front, or of those other brave boys who already have fought and fallen, were there. What has brought this multitude together? A great victory? The close of a great campaign? The funeral, as at this time last year, of a grand old warrior, who, after many glorious victories, has died as is most fit within the sound of the guns of the war he foretold and is being borne to his last resting place amid the accla.nation of his countrymen and the homage of the world ? IN MKMOItV OF A I'OOIt WOMAN. No, but in memory of a poor woman. a poor hospital nurse, who has been foully done to death by a barbarous enemy, condemned for acts of mercy and humanity, tried in secret (for so, in effect it was,) shot in haste and then buried in a traitor's grave. What a triumph for religion, for Christianity, for tlie church! What an answer to Nietzsche! What a rebuke to Treitschke! What a smashing blow to all the wise philosophers who have been telling us that Corsica has conquered Galilee! That, in these dark and evil days, the people of London should assemble in tens of thousands to thank God for the shadow of a scaffold and to iind inspiration in thinking of the martyr's end is proof enough that not nisi of empire, not the will of gain or power," not war for its own sake or for the triumphs it brings in its train, but religion, and with it righteousness, is still the bread of our souls. "Poor Nurse Cavell," we were saying to each other as we went into the cathedral, thinking of that mockery n mi|<tnry 'rial at Brussels and of the shower of bullets in the prison yard from the muskets of an inhuman soldiery. But, as we came out of it, moved to tears and thrilled up to our throbbing throats, scarcely able to speak for the emotion that mastered us, we were saying to ourselves: "No, not poor -great, heroic, immortal, everlasting?victorious. One of the sentinels on the hill tops of eternity who have won the right to stand by the beacon fires of hope and sacrifice which light up the destines of mankind." IT BIGHT OF KMOTION SKhDOM RKACHBD. After a hush?-the silence of waiting .time?-end as tho cathedral clock outside with its solemn boom is striking the hour of noon, the service begins. It is choral throughout, except for the prayers, and it lifts the congregation to a height of emotion not often reached by the human soul. Again and agaiiv as the organ peals out, sometimes with a great rush of sound and sometimes with a noise hardly louder than the human breath, and as the surge and swell of ten thousand human voices sweeps down the long nave and rises Into the empty dome, a storm of feeling C ??' ^ r u? Wiiaiil it Is (liifli UK to sustain. MAIN'S 10 NORSE SHOT AS SPY >w to Die,'' Famous Novelist tend the Memorial. i First, the hymn that brought solace to Nurse Cavell in her last moments on earth. "Abide With Me; Fast Falls the Eventide," soft as an angel's whisper, then the solemn psalm. "Out of the Deep 1 Have OallI'nlo Thee. Lord," then the Lord's prayer. "Thy Will He Done on Earth," and then the tremendous words,, thrilling up to the roof and going through and through us: "I am the resurrection and the life." Sometimes it seems as if a voice from that despised and dishonored grave in the prison yard at Hrussels were speaking to us here in St. Paul's Sometimes as if a cry from the inmost part of man against suffering injustice and wrong were going up to the Great lteing who is so far away and can only be reached by a cry, and sometimes as if through tho waves of sound that roll over our heads, we were hearing the very voice and promise of God Himself: "Be comforted, My children, your Father is in Heaven; all will be well with llis Word!" CARRIED TO SCENES PHYSICALLY REMOTE. It is a part of the mystery of music ?especially of sacred music?that under its magical spell we forget our surroundings and are carried away to scenes physically remote, but spiritually near. Something of that kind must have occurred to many of us. It occurred to me as I listened to the service in memory of Nurse Cavell that pictures of her life seem- ( ed to pass before me in swift review, pulsing and throbbing out of the darkness of my closed eyes. What a tragedy they represented! ye*, what a glorious triumph, too. First, her visit of 14 months ago to the little home of her mother near Norwich. There she hears of the J outbreak of the war and of the enerance of the German army into Brussels. She must go hack to her hospital; suffering is certain and nursing will be necessary, so mother must be left behind, although the fire on the hearth of her old age is burning low. Then, back in the hosptal at Brussels. The battle of the Marne has been lost and won by this time and many of the wounded are being brought in from the firing line. Some of them belong to the enemy country. but her big heart makes no reckoning with that. She nurses all who come to her, never asking which is German and which British, for, in the umpire oi sutiering, nationality is unknown. Months passed. Fugitives of her own nation are seeking refuge from the tyranny of an alien government | that controls the city. , II I'.I.I'S THKM FLY ACROSS Til K FRONT1KR. To save them from captivity and. I perhaps, death- -she first shelters them and then helps them to fly across the frontier. Some of them reach Kngland and write letters from here lo thank her. ' -Kir letters lead to her detection. Site is arrested for conspiracy and thrown into jail. Two other months pass while Nurse t'avell has been lying in prison. The military governor of Brussels, that guilt-hurdem d man, dressed in a little brief autliority and drunk with the passion of blood and hate, has been trying to prove that she is a spy. lie has sent spies of his own across to Norwich to interrogate her friends, to 1 trace her movements, and. if possible, to intercept her correspondence. His efforts to establish the grave charge against his prisoner have been fruitless, and at last he has brought her to trial in the senate house of 1 Brussels. The military president sits on a dais with his military colleagues to support him. The military prosecutor is in the well below, with the civil defender of the prisoner by his side. Never since 1 Joan d'Arc stood up to be questioned against herself by the corrupt bishop of Heauvais haH the light of heaven looked down on a travesty of the lawmore merciless and brutal. The nurse, in nurse's costume, is in the dock. She is charged with harboring enemies of Germany and helping them to escape from the country. She makes no defense; offers no excuse. She admits everything and is condemned to death on the night of the same day. We are in the bureau of the German governor-general. The issue of life or death is in his hands, and the splendidly brave and fearless young secretary of the American legation, accompanied by the chivalrous minister of Spain, has come to ask for a reprive. The prisoner is a nurse; she has nursed wounded German soldiers. What she did was done out of a womanly impulse of humanity and It has borne no fatal conseqencss; even If guilty of an offense against the military law she is a woman, and to execute a woman for any military crime short of deliberate espionage, is contrary to all laws of rivlUved war. "Have pity on her." says the American minister, through his courageous young sponsor. It is ueslesn. The governor general is a brute and determined to rover hiB head with the bloody cap of tyranny and to wear it through the ares. He is also a fool? a most damned fool; unable to see that the outrage he Is about to commit on the spirit of lustlce and mercv will break down all the barriers of I race and nationality end tm'fv the nations of the whole world against hts country. The Englishwoman, .Edith Cavall, Wwo. r. -w TTIK LANCASTER NEWS has been guilty of treachery in war and is the centre of an organized conspiracy against the security of the German army; therefore, she must die; she must die tomorrow morning. It is past midnight. We are now in the silent cell of the condemned woman. All is well with her. She knows she has offended against the military laws of the usurping German government but in breaking tlie kaiser's law she has obeyed the law of humanity, of mercy and of God: therefore, she is perfectly calm.perfectly resigned and ready to die for her country and her conscience. NO F10 A It OF Til 10 FACE OF DEATH. The English chaplain of Itrussels comes to administer the last consolation of his church. "I have no fear, nor shrinking," ulin car-- *41 1?o en <1 it will not seem strange." Never for a moment does her spirit fail her. She thanks Clod for her 10 long weeks in prison. Her life always has been so hurried and full of difficulties that this time of rest beforthe end has been a great mercy, and then?"Oh, infinite charity of the soul, most sacredly innocent"?she speaks kindly of her enemies, of her jailers, feeling no hatred nor bitterness toward any one and, standing on the brink of eternity, forgives all she hopes to be forgiven. it is now 2 o'clock in the morning of an October day. We are out in the dark and desolate prison yard. Brussels lies asleep. There is hardly a sound in the air except perhaps the low booming of cannon, very faint and far away. The firing company forms up in front of the high wall. A woman in nurse's costume stands alone with her back to it and pale, but with her face forward. There is the flash of a lantern to show where she is, then the sharp word of command and then a shower of bullets. It is all over. Then dawn breaks upon Brussels again and the sparrows begin to chirp and shafts from the risen sun are shooting through the vanishing darkness of the sky, lighting up the gilded cross ot? the spire of the nearest church. CHAPLAIN READING BURIAL SERVICE. The German chaplain of the Belgian prison is standing alone in the empty prison yard. He is reading the burial service over an open grave. "I am the Resurrection and the Life, saith the Lord. He that believeth in Me, though he were dead, yet shall lie live, and whosoever believeth in Me shall never die!" Oh, my sister, happier now aiul more blessed than we are, do you know what you have done for us? In the world to which you have gone, on that far, eternal shore you have rpnehnH nmld ' 1 oaiuilll^ VJiai HJllH ninrtvrs does no heavenly ? " o tell you? Has not tlie Angel of Resurrection revealed everything? <'an you not look down today into this old sanctuary on us who are gathered here and seen all? Though difficulties are still before us and danger, and our enemies -an still hurt is; though you may lie in a despised and dishonored grave, the memory of your end will he with us henceforth like the protecting and i I'.t ?eni?H? arm of (Sod. The service is over. After the Liturgy of St. Chrysostom, sung to a searching Russian chant; after the dead reverberations of the "Dead March," with its tremulous roll of drums; after the last solemn words of benediction and the grand silence that followed it; after the crashing notes of the national anthem which seem to rend the very roof, we are surging out of the cathedral into the open street with their sights and scenes of the eoinmo i world. T.M'dllT HS HOW TO DIR. It is like coming from the Holy of Holies. A woman is here who has lost her tea rs. A mother is here who has lost her . son and the eye of her heart is blind ?but over her seamed and sleepless face there is the light of a heavenly | smile. | Daughter of England, you havr taught us how to die. Is Your Hoy Your Pal? Exchange. I Tf 1 i- * .i juu? uuy iu youiniui exuDeration and lack of foresight, should dc something that afterward he wai really ashamed of, would he come to you, own up to it like a little mar and say he'd made a chump out ol himself, that he realized it and would never ?io it again in just that way 1 If not, then there's something wrong with you or your boy. There is nc better way to raise a boy than tc make a pal out of him. The mother should pall with him and the father should pal with liirn and the father ter into that wonderful brain your hoy has and become a part of his life. You should get his viewpoint?look at things as he looks at them. Don't bold him down and make a mollycoddle of him. He is vibrant with the Joy of living. He wnnts to know what life is and Is perfectly willing, usually, to livo it as It should be lived if you will show him the way. Remember ho has rights as you have Remember that young passions are powerful passions. They need to be directed ?o fhat they will become virtues. No boy that ia worth his dalt wants to view life from the lnaidl of a wall. He wants to live and be round him with prohibitive laws that make his life miserable. Qrown people, even, won't Atand that. Teach him that commands must bo obeyed, but make those commands reasonable and with a proper regard for the boy's liberty. Teach him proper personal conduct and above all, teach him to let other peoplj live. TIm Quinine That Does Not Affect The Head Jlecanse of its tonic and I xative effect. I.AXATtVH J1ROMO OfNlNIt I* better than ordinary minio nmi does not cauw nervousness ror tnxir.g in head. Remember the fnft nn ne ' > lor tiv; ) .rusture of ){, W. GKOV!',. * NOVEMBER 5,1915. * OIUiANIKK ACJAINST VICE. + + ! ********* I 1 I- ? 1 I ! Columbia Record. There is 11 movement on foot to organize a committee of 1,000 men who will agree to report cases of violation of the dispensary law and of other laws. Such an organization would serve a double purpose, it would aid in the eradication of vice from the city and at the same time would afford protection to the man making the reports. These could come from the committee to the police, and if an individual were boycotted in his husi iu sa, me general committee could give protection. Columbia is not the only city that is facing problems. Nashville, Tenn., is in the courts with her municipal matters; the state of Tennessee threatens to remove the mayor of Memphis for tolerating violations of state laws, the ouster proceedings having already started. In almost all investigations into municipal and state scandals there is generally an air of timidity and reluctance about the witnesses, and this is attributable to more than direct threats. A correspondent writes to The Baltimore Sun; "A week ago a complaint was sent to the police department about the vice going on on Front street. The department sent two officers out to find out what was going on, as if they did not know. After everybody told them what a disgrace it was to the neighborhood and to the respectable neighbors to see what was going on In there, they went right back and told the keeper of the house tH-hat was said, and who said it. Now, is that justice? "Is there really no way to prevent all this vice and let respectable people rear their children in a respectable way? Do I have to believe what I heard?" There is more than that in the article. but it illustrates the fact that an individual citizen has no chance in a community where there is an understanding between the wrongdoers and the men who wear the livery of the law. Muck-raking is detestable and we had hoped that it was a thing of history, but inquiries are sometimes necessary to a community's civic hoalthfulnnss. The better way to protect a city, .o make it a "better place in which to live" is to organize for it. An organization of a thousand men, each contributing only f>0 cents a year, would provide a fund sufficient to ass'st the solicitor and the grand jurv in gettbig evidence sufficient to keej illicit liquor out of Columbia *.v 1? th?> prohibition law goes into effect j YALE MAN'S LIFT? SAVED IN fA| |7rp BIG WAR BY wl i i L Karl Llewellyn, the young Yale graduate, who volunteered in the 7Xth Prussian Infantry at the beginning of the war, owes his life to a comrade who was killed. Llewellyn was wounded at the llattle of Ypres and was left lying between the hostile lines for twelve hours. When night came | he started to crawl back to the Herman lines, only to fall unconscious. When he recovered con sciousness he saw a dead comrade lying beside him. On his belt was a flask or Coffee. Llewellyn managed to unfasten the flask, and was sufficiently stimulated by the Coffee it contained to reach the ronnhnu ? 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