Pike County Democrat, Volume 30, Number 29, Petersburg, Pike County, 24 November 1899 — Page 3

Ibt f ilf Coutttg Jrmorrat M. McC. STOOPS, Editor and Proprietor. PETERSBURG, : INDIANA. v Bob’s Punishment ► __ 'H «• By Leas Gilbert-Felinrs. YES, Bob was punished—that is, he paid a penalty for misdemeanors— -and yet Bob never knew a word about It. It would have been better had som* kindly friend explained this to him, but, as no one did, he lived on, it may be, to make other mistakes just as sad. Bob’s mother was a widow, and, with him, occupied two rooms in a tenement house—only two rooms at the top of two rickety flights of stairs, and low and dark ones, at that. Bob was a newsboy—perhaps I should say a subnewsboy—who dealt in papers on a small scale, his whole stock rarely consisting of more than three at a time. These few he purchased at wholesale from a friend, who was a “reg’lar newsboy,” and sold them at retail in the side streets; and when his small stock was exhausted he hunted up this same friend again, to make his wholesale purchase. He soon learned how to keep pace with him, and ‘‘to strike him to an inch,” ns he expressed it; so that very little tfime was lost in these frequent purchases. Sometimes he sold as many as 20papers in a-day, but, as his profit was ■ small, he could not. lay by much. One day, when the thermometer had reached a high point, Bob and bis friend met on Hie walk directly under an open window. \ “Reg’lar^ole, stunner, ain’t it?” was Bob’s opening remark. “Jingl ain’t it, though?” acquiesced Jlis friend. “Sold out ?” inquired Bob. '“Yes, clean.” “My! don’t I -wish I could do a pipin’ business like that?”

wny, nain’t you sold out yetr’ i “Yes; but that ain’t nothin’ compared to your’n. But let me git a-goin’ onc’t, and you’ll see a feller as’ll pile up the tin. I’ll be ridin’ in a carriage like that ’ere some day, if I can jest git a start. But you see all I git now has to be put in with mother’s. That don’t •give any chance to lay up, and you have to lay up in the start.” “No, you don’t,” replied Bob’s more experienced friend- “You keep a-put-tin’ it all.right inter your business, and that’s the way you keep a-makin’ more and more.” « “Hey?” queried the astonished Bob. “Then when ^es the money git into the banks?” f “Not until you git so much ahead that you can’t keep it all a-goin’.” The owner of the office under which these two lads stood—the owner, as for that matter, of the whole block—happened to be sitting just inside the window; and he had started out in life a poor boy. So you may know that this brief dialogue, which would otherwise have been tame and interesting, naturally ■drew his attention. He now leaned forward that he might heC their faces, and as they continued the conversation he watched them ieenly. “I say, Stub, if I was ter git a dollar of my own onc’t, would that give me a start?” “Yes; that’s twice more’n I had in the start,” replied Sfub, encouragingly, “and I’m ’creasin’ my business all the time. I deal in a good many things mow.” And the boy drew himself up as an -assurance that he was attaining greatmess. * “Jimminy! ye don’t, though?” “Maybe not,” said Stub, with exasperating coolness. “Maybe I dreamed I was a-sellin’ apples, and lemons, and •bananers, and oranges.” “Don’t folks sometimes borry in the *tart?” asked Bob, struck with a new idea. T*,...j_ai_1___

***U4«V VUV ACtU CJ CO ncic still scanning Bob’s eager face. “Yes, they do,” came in a clear, pleasant tone. And Bob, instead of running away, raised his face toward the speaker, at the same time pushing back his cap that he might get a better view. The gentleman took the action as a mark of respect, and at once put it <Lown in Bob’s favor as credit mark number one. “Would you like to borrow a dollar?” he asked, as the boy continued his astonished gaze. “I don’t know of anyone who would be a^wantin’ to lend me one,” was Bob’s evasive reply. “Well, my lad, I am willing to lend .you one, and I will give you your choice between two ways of repaying U.” • Bob’s eyes opened wider and wider. “You may wait until you can pay me in money, or you may ccrme each day for ten days and do errands, and thtis work it out.” “I’U take the chores.” “Very well. Here’s the dollar. Now, ■when would you like to begin?” “I could come in now, ef you’ve got any jobs you’d like to have done.” The gentleman invented some light work for the occasion, and Bob was initiated. Then he entered into conversation with Bob’s comrade, and the result was that he determined to give him, too, a lift. This he thought best to do by making purchases of him, and Stub gladly agreed to come every day ' with his basket of fruit." “The first time you come, ask for Mr. De Foe,” was the parting direction received by the happy Stub. Now Stub had this advantage over Bob. He was a regular attendant of * A Sunday school, and the teacher of his

claes was one whose sympathetic heart went Out to the poor boy in a way that warmed his own. It was this weekly “lifting1 up” that helped the lad and kept him from a few of the temptations encountered by Dob. in vain had Stub urged his young friend to join him; Bob steadfastly refused. The ten work days went by, and Bob never once failed to make his appearance at the appointed time. This greatly pleased his benefactor, and for two reasons. First, he was exceedingly glad for Bob’s own sake that he was proving himself an honest boy. Secondly, his companions in the office had laughed at his confidence in the 6trange lad who had such a “knowing look.” Do we not all like to prove ourselves to have been in the right ? And do we not shrink from, that extremely disagreeable emphasis sometimes-given to the simple phrase: “I told you so?” Mr. De Foe was not an exception and as Bob appeared on the tenth morn- • ing, he could hardly refrain from patting him on the back, and thanking him for making good the trust he had placed in him. On this day, when Bob had finished his light work, he stood waiting, mentally framing his question. Mr. De Foe watched him with a curious interest. “You might not be wanting any more jobs done,? might you?” “Yes, if you like, you may come for ten days more, and I will pay you for each time. Often it may be more than ten cents.” And for ten days more Bob was punctually on hand. Meantime he formed several acquaintances in the office, for Bob had an eye to promotion. “The lad is proving me to have been in the right,” said Mr. De Foe, to soma of the gentlemen in the office, one morning as Bob went out. But no one agreed with him, at least not then. Thf following morning, a little be* farethe time for Bob’s coming, a gen

/ j ^ \ THE OWNER OF THE OFFICE LISTENED. tieman Irom the next office came in. “I want to get a boy to throw handbills for me. How will that chap 1 see around here do?” "Capitally,” replied Mr. De Foe. “Quick, energetic and honest. He’s cut out for a rich man.” “I don’t care so much for his future riches as I do about his distributing carefully, and I may say conscientiously, the handbills.” “It would be well to caution him,” spoke up the doubting gentleman. “I’ll answer for his care and honesty,” said Mr. De Foe. Bob’s natural talent for business led him at once to appreciate the truth of this. VI understand,” he said. “I’ve seen boys a-throwin’ bills around by the hull pile. They don’t last no time in that way.” So Bob started forth, and to make the matter certain, the gentleman called out to him that he would pay him by the hour. This began to look like business, and Bob was jubilant. Now came the difference between his honesty and his policy. While he was still comparatively near the office, he threw guardedly, but as the distance increased, he becatne-aess particular, and if two or three slipped off together, it was just as well, in his

Later in the morning, as Mr. De Foe was driving in his carriage, he espied Bob, and thinking it would be pleasant to report his systematic distributing at the office, he "directed his coachman to drive very slowly. He could hardly believe his own eyes. Here vvas his honest young protege deliberately purring off the bills by the half-dozen or .dozen, as the case might be, and carelessly tossing them into the little yards, paying not the slightest attention as to whether they remained within the inclosure, or were wafted away by the breeze. At first he directed his coachman to stop the carriage, intending to confront the boy, and ask for one of the bills which he seemed so generously scattering about. Then he countermanded the order, adding to himself: “The little rascal! It will serve him right to have the^cold shoulder given him after this.” Which was,, most emphatically done, and Bob set it down to luck, never once connecting the two circumstances. “I’ll stop that other rascal’s coming, tod,” Mr. De Foe said, when he owned up fair to his companion in the office. But Stub had found another friend, the “doubting” member of the firm. “No; that other chap’s as true as Bob is false. Honest faces are as plainly read as dishonest ones. I’ve an idea of making something out of Stub.” So Stub continued to come, but poor Bob never learned that he was merely receiving a punishment, Perhaps if more were led where Stub was, fewer would drift where unfortunate Bob did. Who can tell how different it might have been?'—Golden Days.

THE COMING SERMON. Dr. Talmage on Future Modes of Preaching the Gospel. Bow He Thinks Religions Troths Should Bo Presented—days Ministers Should Preneh the Living Christ. (Copyright. 1899. by Lbuls Klopsch.) Washington. Nov. 19. In tbit discourse Dr. Taknage addresses all Christian workers and describes what he thinks will be the modes of preaching the Gospel in the future; text, Homans 12:7; “Or ministry, let us wait on our ministering.” While I was seated on the piazza of a hotel at Lexington, Ky„ one summer eveping, a gentleman asked me: “What do you think of the doming sermon?” I supposed he was asking me in regard to tome new discourse of Dr. Ciimming, of London, who sometimes preached startling sermons, and I replied: “I have not seen it.” But I found out afterward that he meant to ask what I thought would be the characteristics of the coming sermon of the world, the sermons of the future, the word “Cumming” as a noun pronounced the same as the word “coming as an adjective. But my mistake suggested to me a very important and practical theme, “The Coming Sermon.” Before the world is converted the style of .religious discourse will have to be converted. You might as well go into the modern Sedan or Gettysburg with bows and arrows, instead of rifles and bombshells and parks of artillery, as to expect to conquer this world for God by the old style of exhortion and sermppology. Jonathan Edwards preached the sermons most adapted to the age in which he lived, but if those sermons were preached now they would divide an audience into two classes— those sound asleep and those wanting to go home.

.But there is a discourse of the future. Who will preach it I have no idea. In what part of the earth it will be born I have no idea. In which denomination of Christians it will be delivered I cannot guess. That discourse of exhortation may be born in the country meeting house on the banks of the St. Lawrence or the Oregon or the Ohio or the Tombigbee or the Alabama. The person who shall deliver it may this moment be in a cradle under the shadow of the Sierra Nevadas or in a New England farmhouse or amid the ricefields of southern savannas, or this moment there may be some young man in one of our theological seminaries, in the junior or middle or senior class, shaping that weapon of power, or there may be coming some new baptism of the Holy Ghost on the churches, so that some of us who now stand in the watchtowers Zion, waking to a realization of our present inefficiency, may preach it ourselves. That coming discourse may not be 50 years off. And let us pray God that its arrival may be hastened while I announce to you what I think will be the chief characteristics of that discourse or exhortation when it does arrive, and I want to make my remarks appropriate and suggestive to all classes of Christian workers. First of all, I remark that that future religious discourse will be full of a living Christ in contradistinction to didactic technicalities. A discourse may be full of Christ though hardly mentioning His name, and a sermon may be empty of Christ while every sentence is repetition of His titles. The world wants a livingChrist, notaChrist standing at the head of a formal system of theology, but a Christ who means pardon and sympathy and condolence and brotherhood and life and Heaven, a poor man’s Christian overworked Christ, an invalid’s Christ, a i farmer’s Christ, a merchant’s Christ, an | artisan’s Christ, an every man’s Christ. A s3rmmetrical and fine worded system of theology is well enough for theological classes, but it has no more business in a pulpit than have the technical phrases of ah anatomist or a psychologist or a,physician in the sickroom of a patient. The world wants help, immediate and world uplifting, and it will come through a discourse in which Christ- shall walk right down into the [’ immortal soul and take everlasting possession of it, filling it as full of light as is this Tinnndav firmament.

That sermon or exhortation of the future will not deal with men in the threadbare illustrations of Jesus Christ. In that coming address there will be i instances of vicarious suffering taken right out of everyday life, for there is not a day when somebody is not dying for others—as the physician saving his diphtheritic patient by sacrificing his own life; as the ship captain going down with his vessel while he is getting his passengers into the life? boat; as the fireman consuming in the burning building while he is taking a child out of a fourth-story window; as in summer the strong swimmer at East Hampton or Long Branch or Cape May or Lake George nimself perished trying to rescue the drowning; as the newspaper boy one summer, supporting his mother for some years, his invalid mother, when offered by a gentleman SO cents to get some special paper, and he got it, and rushed up in his anxiety to deliver it and was crushed under the wheels offhe train and lay on thegrass on#strength enough to say: “Oh, fBt will become of my poor, sick mother now?" Vicarious suffering— the world is full of it. An engineer said to me on a locomotive in Dakota: “We men seem to be coming to better appreciation than w’e used to. Did you see that account the other day of an engineer who to save his passengers stuck to his place, and when he was found dead in the locomotife. which was upside down, he was found still smiling, his hand on the airbrake?” And as the engineer said it to me he put bis band on the airbrake to illustrate his mean

ing, and I looked at Mm and tbought: “You would be just as much a hero in the same crisis.” Oh, in that religious discourse of the future there will be living illustrations taken out from everyday life of vicarious suffering'—illustrations that will bring to mind the ghastlier sacrifice of Him who in the Mgh {places of the field, on the cross, fought our battles and endured our struggle and died our death. A German sculptor made an image of Christ, and he asked Ms little child, two years old, who it was, and she said: “That must be some wry great man.” The sculptor was displeased with the criticism, so he got another block of marble and chiseled aw ay on it two or three years, and then he brought in his little child, four or five years of age, and said to her: “Who do you think that is?” She said: “That must be the One who took little cMldren in His arms and blessed them.” Then the sculptor was satisfied. Oh, my friends, what the world wants is not a cold Christ, not an intellectual Christ, not a severely magisterial Christ, but a loving Christ, spreading out His arms of sympathy to press the whole world to His loving heart! But I remark also that the religious discourse of the future of which I speak will be a popular discourse. There are those in these times who speak of a popular sermon as though there must be something wrong about it. As these critics are dull themselves, the world gets the impression that a sermon is good in proportion as it is stupid. Christ wasr^he most popular preacher the world ever saw and, considering the small number of the world’s population, had the largest audiences ever gathered. He never preached anywhere without making a greatsehsation. People rushed out in the wilderness to hear him reckless of their physical necessities. So great was their anxiety to hear Christ that, taking no food with them, they would have fainted and starved had not Christ performed a miracle and fed them. Why did so many people take the truth at Christ’s hands? Because they all understood it. He illustrated his subject by a hen and her" chickens, by a bushel measure, by a handful of salt, by a bird’s flight and by a lily’s aroma. All the people knew what he meant, and they flocked

to Hun. And when the religious discourse of the future appears it will not be^Princetonian, not Rochesterian, not Aridoverian, not Middletonian, but Olivetic—plain, practical, unique, earnest, comprehensive of all the woes, wants, sins and sorrows of an auditory. But when the exhortation or dis-, course does»come there will be a thousand gleaming seimeters to charge on it. There are in so many theological seminaries professors telling young men how to preach, themselves not knowing how, and I am told that if a young man in some of our theological seminaries says anything quaint or thrilling or unique faculty and students fly at him and set him right and straighten him out and smooth him down and chop him off until he says everything just as everybody else says it: Oh, when the future religious discourse of the Christian church arrives all the churches of Christ in our great cities will be thronged! The world wants spiritual help. All who have buried their dead want comfort. All know themselves to be mortal and to be immortal, and they want to hear about the great future. I tell you, my friends, if the people of our great cities who have had trouble only thought they could get practical and sympathetic help in the Christian church, there would not be a street in Washington or New York or any other city which would be passable on the Sabbath day if there were a church on it, for all the people would press to that asylum of mercy, that great house of comfort and consolation. A mother with a dead babe in her arms came to the god Siva and asked to have her “child" restored to life. The god Siva said to her: “You go and get a handful of mustard seed from a house in which there has been no sorrow and in whiph there has been no death, and I will restore'your child to life.” So the mother went out, and^she went from house to house and from home to home looking for a place where there

utm uccu no sorrow ana wnere mere had been no (death, but she found none. She went back to the god Siva and said: “My mission is a failure. You see, I haven’tf'brought the mustard seed. I can’t fina\a place where there has been no sorrow and no death.” “Oh!” said the god Siva. “Understand, your sorrows are no worse than the sorrows of others. We all have our griefs, and all have our heartbreaks.” Laugh, and the world laughs with you; Weep, and you weep alone; For the sad old earth must borrow its mirth. But has trouble enough of its own. We hear a great deal of discussion now air over the land about why people do not go to church. Some say it is because Christianity is dying out and because people do not believe in the truth of God’s Word, arfd all that. The reason is because our sermons and exhortations are not interesting and practical and helpful. Some one might as well tell the whole truth on this subject, and so I will.tell it. The religious discourse of the future, the Gospel sermon to come forth and shake the nations and lift people out of darkness, will be a popular sermon, just for the simple reason that it will meet the woes and the wants and the anxieties of the people. There are in all our denominations ecclesiastical mummies sitting around to frown upon the fresh young pulpits of America to try to awe them down, to cry out: “Tut, tut, tut! Sensational!” They stand to-day preaching in churches that hold a thousand people, and there are a hundred persons present, and if they cannot have the world saved in their way it seems as if they do not v-ant it saved at all. , I <o not know but the old way of making ministers of the Gospel is beiter—a collegiate education and an apA

prenticesbifV under the care and horn* attention of some earnest, aged Christian minister, the young man getting thd patriarch’s spirit and assisting him in his religious service. Young lawyers study with old lawyers, young physicians with old physicians, and I believe it wou|d be a great help if every young man studying for the Gospel ministry could get himself in the home and heart and sympathy and under the benediction and perpetual presence of a Christian minister. 4 But, I remark again, the religious discourse of the future will be an awakening sermon. From altar rail to the frontdoor step, under that sermon, an audience will get up and start for Heaven. There will be in it many a staccato passage. It will not be a lullaby. It will be a battle charge. Men will drop their sins, for they will feel the hot breath of pursuing retribution on the back of their necks. It will be sympathetic with all the physical distresses as well as the spiritual „ distresses of the, world. Christ not only preached, but he healed paralysis, and he healed epilepsy, and he healed the dumb and the blind and the lepers. That “religious discourse of the future will be an everyday sermon, going right down into every man’s life, and it will teach him how to vote, how to bargain, how to plow, how to do any work he is called to do, how to wield trowel and pen and pencil and yard stick and plane. And it will teach wont en how to preside over their households and how to educate their children and how to imitate Miriam and Esther an/" Vashti and Eunice, the mother of Timothy, and Mary, the mother of Christ, and those women who on northern and southern battlefields who were mistaken by the wounded for angels of mercy, fresh from the throne of God. Yes, I have to tell you, the religious discourse of the future will be a reported sermon. If you have any idea that printing was invented simply to print secular books, and stenography and phonography were contrived merely to set forth secular ideas, you are mistaken. The printing press is to be the great agency of Gospel proclamation. It is high time that good men, instead of denouncing the press, employ it to scatter forth the Gospel of Jesus Christ. The vast majority df people in our cities do not come to church, and nothing but the printed sermon can reach them and call them to pardon and life and peace and Heaven.

bo L cannot understand the nervous* ness of some of my brethren of the ministrjfe When they^see a newspaper man coming in they say: "Alas, there is a reported!” Every added reporter is 10,000, 50,000, 100,000 immortal souls added to the auditory. The time will come when all the village, town and city newspapers will reproduce the Gospel of Jesus Christ, and sermons preached on the Sabbath will reverberate all around the world, and, some by type and some by voice, all nations will be evangelized. The practical bearing of this is upon those who are engaged in Christian work, not only upon theological students and young ministers, but upon all who preach the Gospel and all who exhort in meetings and all of you if you are doing your duty. Do you exhort in prayer meeting? Be short and spirited. Do you teach in Bible class? Though you have to study every night, be interesting. Do you accost people on the subject of religion in their homes or in public places? Study adroitness and use common sense. The most graceful and most beautiful thing on earth is the religion of Jfesus Christ, and if you awkwardly present it it is defamation. We must do our work rapidly, an<T we must do it effectively. Soon our time for work will be gone. A dying Christian took out his watch and gave it to a friend and said: “Take that watch. I have no more u$e for it. Time is at an end for me, and eternity begins.” Oh, my friends, when our watch has ticked away for us the last moment, and our clock has struck for us the last hour, may it be found we did our work well, that we did it in the very best way, and whether we preached the Gospel in pulpits or taugjjtf Sabbath classes, or administefedth^he sick as physicians, or bar

guinea asmercnanis, or pieaaea the law as attorneys, or were busy as artisans or husbandmen or as mechanics, or were, like Martha, called to give a meal to a hungry Christ, or, like Hannah, to make a coat for a prophet, or, like Deborah, to rouse the courage of some timid Barak in the Lord’s conflict, we did our work in such a way that it will atand the test of judgment! And in the long procession of the redeemed that march around the throne may it be found that *there are many there brought, to God through our instrumentality and in whose rescue we exult. But let none of us who are still unsaved wait for thai religious discourse of the future. It may come after our obsequies. It may come after the stonecutter has chiseled our name on the slab 50 years before. Do not wait for a great steamer of the Cunard or White Star line to take you off the wreck, but hail the first craft, with however low a mast and however small a hulk and however poor a rudder and however weak a captain* Instead of waiting for that religious discourse of the future (it may be 40, 50 years off), take this plain invitation of a man who to have given you spiritual eyesight would be glad to be called the spittle by the hand of Christ put on the eyes of a blind man and who would consider the highest compliment of this service if, at the close, 500 men should start from these doors, saying: ’’Whether he be a sinner or no, I know not. This erne thing I know—whereas I was blind, now 1 see." Swifter than shadows over the plain, quicker than birds in their autumnal flight, hastier than eagles to their prey, hie you to a sympathetic Christ. The orchestras of Heaven have strung their instruments to celebrat€ your rescue: And many w.re the voices around the throne. Reloice, for the Lon* brines back His

4 De-vice Which 1* Not Only Very Simple, Bet Keeps Oat Dut m4 Dir* ECeetflilT. It is frequently a question what to do with cans when not in use. What* ever plan is decided on* it must provide that they shall be upside down In a nearly vertical position, in order that they shall thoroughly drain. Sometimes a stick is laid alongside a fence and the cans aretsturaed upon this, leaning against the fence. When placed so near the ground the wind and rains carry dust and dirt into the

SUPPORT FOR lilbK CAN. mouth of the cans. . |f a rack is made . to hold them, it usually has a slatted floor, and the rim of the can resting on this soon rusts out, ^ All this trouble is obviated by using the device shown in the illustration, a a the can is supported by one handle. Fig. 1 shows a section of the side of a building, or a tight board fence with..a can ip position, an<$cYo the right* the supporlv'Which is simply two strips of

SECTION OF STRIP FENCE. wood nailed firmly to the building. Fig. 2 shows a seetion of strip fence, and in this case a single cleat nailed on one of the strips forms the support. The wire loops and' stationary fender are interchangeable* of course. 1% is easier to put the cans in place with the rigid top, but there are places where it would be in the way, and the place of which the lift hand drawing is a view is one of them. Both are given, that choice may be made, as may be the most convenient for the position employed. J i In ease no stationary place offerrlt^ self, it ought to be comparatively easy to make a portable Wick embodying these features, from what is shown in the right-hand figure. By_leaving off the three bottom boards and introducing another post where the brace meets the outside of fetider, and flaring both posts so as to broaden the base, and the addition of another brace crossing the first, you have it in movable form, if it is so desired.—Richard H. Mitchell, in Counbe^Jjpentleman. ORCHARD AND GARDEN.

When possible put the pew orchard on soil. , ... ; new soil. The soil for fruit trees should be of a good quality. Transplant a tree with as little mutilation of the roots as possible. It is a good plan to manure the garden thoroughly and then plow deep before cold, freezing weather sets in. While mulching is beneficial to strawberries it should not be done until the ground freezes hard enough toHjear up a wagon. ■■ |||| One item in preventing decay in fruit through the fall and^vinter is to preserve a uniform temperature. It is the changes that tojures^w * ; > , Now is a good time to secure what trees one needs for planting and heel them in carefully, providing good drainage and protection fronj rabbits. One Advantage in plowing the garden deep and thoroughly in good season in the fall is the destruction of the white grub that so often infests the soil. One advantage in fruit growing is the small amount of plant food that the vines and trees consume from the soil, tfo other farm crop draws so lightly. Never set out a tree with the leaves on. If they come from the nursery with the leaves on, strip them off carefully before setting out.—St, Louis Republic. Science of Winter Feeding. Feed the cattle, dairy cows and all, plenty of good fodder; ifits a roughage without a superior in the fodder kingdom, and the finer the better. Grass is short now and winter feeding will be inaugurated at once. Remember, the modern live shock grower ffeeds for a purpose; if be is prepa ring animals for beef' he feeds rations that will fatten; if for milk he gives a milk-producing diet; if for bone and muscle he metes out clover hay, bran, oats anfi the like. Let us have a good reason for feeding certain rations, and better results will coma from efforts in this direction.—FarmVniu V:w