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Show j fter Death , J COWAN DOYLE predicts that the late President Harding will try to communicate communi-cate from the spirit world, by mediums. You will read more of this later, as you follow the daily news. The idea, of course, is that Hit ding -pa ..fit on bffftr- nt ha4 finir1"-work finir1"-work here on earth, and that he will want to send back a guiding voice from the hereafter. The matter Is so largely speculative that it can hardly be discussed. But in pondering the rather abrupt death of Warren G. Harding a death coming at the peak of his activity it must occur to many of us that no man ever really finishes his work here on earth. We are withdrawn from the scene just as we begin to reap the fruits of our efforts- Five-sixths Five-sixths of a man's life is gone before he begins to get sound sens.? vision, judgment, wisdom. Life seems to be a training school, a sort of spiritual gymnasium. In it we develop spiritually the same, as we develop our muscles mus-cles by exercise with dumbbells, by work or by golf or other sports. Our training begins as soon as we are conscious in the cradle. It Is a training that never stops. And, In all probability, It never ends. Every person at times wonders: "Why am I living? What is it all about? Especially so when we gaze out among the stars in the vast sky, which is our greatest symbol of infinity and eternity. Many find their answer In religion. re-ligion. There must be a purpose back of It alL That purpose Is not plain. It apparently is not intended for us to pierce the veil. Men of all genenations, for thousands : of years, have attempted" to solve the riddle of life and death,; and we are not much nearer to the answer than were the cave men. . But it seems gradually to be dawning, on humanity that it Is here on earth to improve Itself, each person individually. . That is our real function In life. And theMmprovement'of self, spiritually, Is the only real success. .The struggle is a mental one', though we deal will, j material things. In the mind is the abode of real evil, real good, real failure, real success.1 Nothing is finally left of us except thought and spirit . . |