Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 92, Number 97, 24 April 1922 — Page 7

THE RICHMOND PALLADIUM AND SUN-TELEGRAM, RICHMOND, IND.. MONDAY, APRIL 24, 1922.

PAGE itltliuiu

Get Right with God and Your

Neighbor; You Cant Be Right

With God and Hate Fellow Man

Worldliness Decreases Interest in God's Affairs and Cause of

Christ, Asserts Rev. Sunday in Morning Address Before Thousands "I Don't Believe in. Church Unity. I Believe in Separate Denominations'

The text "Why ahouldst those be as a mighty man that cannot save? Yet thou, O Lord, art In the midst of us, and we are called by thy name." Jeremiah, 14th chapter, 9th verse. There are those In the world so familiar with their Bibles that If you would announce a verse of Scripture and did not tell Its location, they would be able to tell you the chapter and the verse; and if there are any here this afternoon so familiar, I am sure If I

had not announced the location, you

would have instantly said: "That

sounds like Jeremiah;" because there is a line of truth announced

by a writer simply because the con-

ditions under which he was called upon by God to register His protest against the sins of the people

were different than the conditions

under which awy other writer regis

tered his protest. Therefore, emphasis was put upon the particular things which would meet the conditions and would call the people back from their sins. We find that truth especially noticeable in the major and minor

with God. Did you ever stop to think

that you never breathe out without first breathing in, and it is breathing in and breathing out with regularity that preserves us physically. Don't you know that about 20 per cent of

your lungs don't get much air because

you don t breathe deeply? That is the reason people have consumption

and catarrh. They breathe through their mouth and not their nose. They

don't throw back their shoulders and breathe, and that space becomes affected and sore. Twenty per cent of your lungs never get any air. Just because you simply bite it off like that. Just that little suggestion may keep you out of the coffin for ten years.

That we breatne in and breatne out is true physically. Let us apply it spiritually. How many people pray? How many have read their Bibles? How many of you prayed before you came here this afternoon? You have had your dinner. You have dresBed. You go out and work hard to get

i money enougfh jto feed you three

meals a day. You have to have clothes. You have been educated, gone to school. That is the way we train our bodies.

But what about our souls? Never

pray, never read the Bible. Lots of

people go to church Sunday morning.

prophets, and more particularly in; but they never go Sunday afternoon or th New Testament. I night. They think they can take a Matthew sems to have written ' spiritual breath big enough on Sunday

more especially to the Jew. He i morning to last them until next Sun

semed to endeavor to convince them day morning. That is the reason they that Christ was the Messiah, and ha go to the devil. No wonder they drift

quoted more frequently from the old ; away from the Lord. You can't eat

Testament. And God only knows how enough today to last until next week.

many of his ancient people have been i Don't forget to thank the Lord.

a sermon on the text, "All things work

together for good for them that love God." The hardest task of my life is yet to come, when I reach Chicago and look into the face of my only boy and through my tears say, "all things work together for gpod for them that love God."

Then he said, "I will tell you how I won Charley. He did not die with

out hope in Christ."

The major used the occasion to

preach a little sermon. He was preaching up in Winona, Minn., when he received a message from Mrs. Whittle to hurry home, that Charley was going to leave. There comes a time in the life of nearly every boy and girl when they get the wanderlust bug, and they think that home is the worst place on earth. Well, Charley had that and he was going away; he did not like the religious restraint. The major hurried to Chicago and went out to Buena Park, and Charley

was upstairs packing his grip. The

major walked in and kissed Mrs. Whittle, and said, "has Charley gone"

She said, "No."

The major said, "mother, you know

there was one thing he always thought

we were wrong about." I'd hate to

have him go away without clearing

tnat up.

Charley did not know his father

was there, and when he walked down,

he stepped back, and the major walk

ed up and thrust his arms around him

and kissed him,

I hope my boys will never get so

big that they will be ashamed to kiss

turned to accept Jesus Christ through Matthew. Mark seems to have been impressed with the tireless energy of Jesus.

He Will Have

to Leave

I want the strongest body I can

have, the best intellect I can get. and ! t i. v. i. m v yii i 4.

went down and drew out half of my money." - I read the letter and the tears trickled down my cheoks. I said to him, "I can see success written all over you in capital letters."

It said something like this: "Mother, I am ashamed of the way. I have treated you. Give up your washboard. I have earnings enough to take care of you. I am enclosing you a check

for $22o which represents half of what

I have saved.

Honor your father and your

mother.' I will tell you, when Gar

field was inaugurate! President, after he'd taken the oath of office and be

fore he started to deliver his address

he turned and threw his arms around

a little frail woman that sat behind

him. It was his mother. Did you

think any less of him because he kissed the one that had made it pos

sible for him to live in the Wiito

House?

I preached in Canton, O., and for a week every day, I went five times a day past McKinley's old home; past Judge Day's home; past the home of

United States Senator Pomerene, who lives up there on the same street. They asked me to deliver the memorial address, which I did. . When the Spanish-American war was resting heavily upon the shoul

ders of McKlnley, his mother lay very sick in the old home in Canton, Ohio. He then had a private wire frnm Tior Vinrisiria into the White

House and they kept him posted every' darn thief.

few minutes, day ana nignt. no

advantage of the necessities of the poor and pays his employes starvation wages and makes them live below the hunger line. A laborer is a thief, If

got to stand physical examinations, mental examinations, all through. Oh, most of the divorces and the wreck

age which fellows comes from covet-

he soldiers and doesn't give honest ing. Oh, that fellow wants that other work to his employer for the wages . fellow's wife! That woman wants

he pays him, then he is a aarn mien (that otner woman s mis Dana, un on

A gambler who beats and wins is a; it goes. It comes irom coveting, xnou

thief. If he beats and loses he is a; shalt not covet." .

Divorce Ruining Marriage Status

Cardinal Gibbons In an article not

foc.t. So every gambler is either a

fool or a thief, or both. If a church runs a lottery, that

church is a dirty low thief. ' As a rule I long ago, said, "Divorce is becoming the man who steals a million stands ;8o prevalent that marriage is becoma better show to keep out of the pni-!rng a little better than a system of tentiary than the fellow who steals a Iree love." hundred thousand. I People are too much bent on pleasSo true haa that become that aiur. nnwarf.v. Th. diunrea evil )

friend of mine suggested that we take;caned from tne fa8e( 00se Interprethat commandment, and make it read, j tations of the gospel. Every one of

LARGE CROWD GREETS BILLY IN AFTERNOON

Thou shalt not steal on a small

scale." Here's what I believe. You can call this republicanism, you can call it democracy, you can call it whatever you please, here's what I believe.. I be-

the gospels are opposed to It

There are times when separation is justifiable; there are times when separation would be necessary, I think, and even commendable, but re-mar

riage is the radical evil, and the re-

ft v incj win uo aguauicu lvj aioa i v " o - old dad. I don't like to see the women didn't want to leave unless it was

Mark uses words such as "go." Spur- i want to be strong for Jesus Christ, geon said he did not understand how j think I can preach better if I can anybody could read the Gospel of eat three meals a day than I could if

-uant ana not go out ana preacn inw.j naa indigestion. Yet I am tne poor-i

Gospel of Jesus Christ. There are 50 places in the Gospel of Matthew where

it states specifically that the Gospel

est sleeper that you ever looked at.

You never met a man that eats less or sleeps less than I do. Yet I have

of Jesus Christ was preached, 27 int,een sleeping better here than I have

L,uke s uospei, is in jonns uospei, ana been in any place for three years. I there are 73 in Mark's Gospel of 16J guess it is because you folks are so

chapters

Mark Often Used Word "Straightaway." Mark uses, the word "straightaway" 21 times and uses the word "immediately" 17 times Jesus "immediately" did this and "straightaaway" he went there. The little words "go" occurs 45 times in the Gospel and 22 times in Mark's Gospel of 16 chapters. It seemed to have been the aim of Matthew and Mark to impress upon U3 the tireless energy of Jesus. Luke was a Gentile physician. Through whose preaching he was converted to Christianity we do not know, but presumably through Peter's. Luke was the finest writer in the

New Testament. Luke was one of

these men who are able to express themselves in just a few words. There

re people that are so long winded

that they take a whole page to say what other people can say in a few sentences. The increase of worldliness produces a corresponding decrease of interest in the things of God. God wants you to have a good time. God made this world for our enjoyment. God made the mountains and rivers and jokes, the social machinery, trees to produce - God did all this. Then in heaven's name don't be low

down enough to walk up and take

all God has done for you and then when God asks you to pray to Him

refuse to do it. I think that is damnable to be so contemptible and low down that you are not decent enough to do it. It is a good thing for some folks that I was not made God, even for 15 minutes. I tell you, I just marvel at the patience and the love of God. Just review your own life. Think how little you have prayed and how little you have done for, God and all that God has done for you. If you have a spark of womanhood or manhood in you, you will say "He is Yight. I am mean and contemptible." I Am Preaching to a Living God. I am not preaching to a God that has eyes and cannot see and ears that cannot hear. I am preaching to the God that made the earth, the sky. the sea, the air and the water. I am preaching to the God that can hear and answer and do great and wonderful things. I don't believe in church unity. I believe in the separate denominations. Perhaps you can serve God better as a Methodist; perhaps you . can do it better as an Episcopalian. Different denominations reflect the

different temperaments of different people. But we have Christian unity! now. You ask as a Methodist or a Baptist or an Episcopalian, "What must I do to be saved?" and He will tell you. "We believe there Is a heaven for the caved and a hell for the damned. We believe that salvation comes by repentance and by faith." I have never been in a city in my life where there are more men and women of culture that seemed to know God, that are willing to "get out and do something for Jesus Christ than right here in this city. If I have ever been to a place where wealth and intellectuality seemed to be synonymous with religious effort and zeal and sacrifice for God I have met it right here. There never was a time in the history of the world when people were

more ready and willing to make sac

rifices, people of all classes. How

many heroes God has tucked away in stores and banks and schools, Just waiting for some opportunity to call them out on the firing line of truth and righteousness! Then, the next thing to do is to keep right with God. We struggle, you know, to keep in good strong physical and mental condition. We do that all right Let's do the same to keep in good spiritual condition. If somebody does something to me that is undermining my health, I am going to see that it is stopped. If somebody does something to you to undermine your character, haven't you got enough manhood to get rid of it? Keep right

good. You are a crackin' good crowd down here. I regret to look ahead to the day when I will have to bid you good-bye and take the train. And then, there is another thing get right with each other. I read of three confessions in the Bible. First, confess Christ as your Savior. Second, confess your sins. Third, confess your fault one to another. Did you ever go up to a man and say, "This is my trouble, what is your fault?" Now, on the level, did you?" I don't know what your fault Is. Mine is my temper. I have no appetite for drink, I am not tempted along other lines, but temper is mine. I have a temper like a sheet iron stove. A

bunch of shavings and a match would make it red hot in two minutes. But

I am making progress along that line. Lots of things come up to provoke, and

I hold in and do well. Christ is your Savior. Confess your sins and faults one to another. I suppose the third is a condescension that few people are willing to stoop to and yet it is essential. We want to get along and grow and develop and then get right with each other. Did any of you ever know Major Whittle? I wish you might have known him. If you were able tocall him our friend, I want to compliment you. When Major Whittle and D. L. Moody and Major Cole died i

of all the men I ever knew they knewJ

God more intimately than any other three men and I felt poorer for their loss. But I know they are interced

ing. The last time I . saw Major Whitle was up in Troy, and the Major came down to the hotel, and he put his

hand on my head and prayed. I'd go

a long distance to hear some men pray. I'd go some distance to hear Major Whittle pray. Some men have wonderful power in prayer and teaching. Major Whittle could preach, and oh! how he could pray. He said to me: "William, Moody and I are getting old. and we are not'going to be able

to stand the strain of evangelistic work much longer, and we are praying God to raise up a band of young men that, will keep this evangelistic work going." I did not try to keep the tears of "gratitude from falling, for I felt highly honored. Major Whittle was preaching down in Scranton, Pa., and he received word from Mrs. Whittle that his son, Charley, had beea injured, and for him to hurry home. He started for home immediately, and a friend of mine was

traveling West, and in going through

the sleeper, he saw the Major sitting there, with his open Bible on his lap.

He sid, "Hello, Major; which way

are you going?

He said, I am going to Chicago. Charley has been injured, but I don't believe God will take him away. He is our only boy, and he is going to college out here at Wheaton, and we are preparing him to keep the name of Whittle upon the evangelistic firing-line when I grow old and can't do the work." Hears of His Son's Death After a while, the train reached Niles, Mich., and my friend got off to buy the Chicago paper. He bought the Chicago Inter-Ocean, and on the

front page he saw the words, "Charley

Whittle Dead

He hurled into the sleeper to tell the major but the major had bought the Chicago Tribune, and he had read

it and found out. The major had slid to his knes. and was sobbing as if his

heart would break. The passengers

bad learned who it was, and my friend entered, elbowed his way among the people, and said, "Major, it must be

some comfort to you to know that in your hour of grief and sorrow, there are those who sympathize with you.

We wish we could help you more.

The major looked up and recognized my friend, and jumped to his feet, brushed the tears out of his eyes, and

said, "these tears are not an evidence of a controversy with the Lord. God

gave and God hath taken away. Blessed be the name of the Lord. I never knew before how easy it was to preach and how hard to pray. I have

have a monoply on it. I am glad that

wherever my boys meet old dad, they are not ashamed to kiss him. Home Always Ready For Him He said, "Son, mother told me you were going away, and I hurried home to bid you good-bye. I want to tell you, this is a hard old world, and I want to say this to you, son, that no matter where you go, our prayers will follow you. And another thing you will always find a welcome, whenever you make up your mind to come back.

We will never lock the door, day or night Come back at midnight, if you

will, and put your hand on the latch.

and it will open. And son, no matter how much company we have, we will

always have a chair and a plate wait

ing for you, and you will be missed, for your seat will be empty. There

will always be one empty seat at our

table and one empty plate waiting for you. No matter how much company we have, nobody will sleep in your bed You can come in at midnight and the

door will be open. You can go up

stairs and the bed will be waiting. You will always find a welcome in our home, our hearts and our arms. You are our boy, no matter when you come back. Now before you go, can't we have a little word of prayer?" And, after much persuasion, with mother on one side and the Major on

the other, the mother prayed. You

know how a mother can pray, don't;

you. when her only boy is breaking home ties? Did you go to Chicago during the world's fair? Did you go into the Art Institute? If you did, there was one picture that always had a crowd around it, day or night, sunshine or rain. There was always a crowd of men and women standing around it crying. They would turn their backs upon paintings by Dore and Van Dyke, they'd turn their backs pon the world's masters. But there was one picture about four feet wide, the title was "Breaking Home Ties." A young fellow stood there, and his mother had

her arms around his neck. The boy

absolutely necessary

The Pennsylvania railroad had a train with the best engine and crew for the run, sitting there in the depot not knowing what minute they might have to leave. She kept saying, "Why don't William come?" ' By and by the doctor said. "She is getting worse, you'd better tell him to come." It flashed over the wire, and he sent back that message which has become embalmed in the hearts of the American neonle. "Tell mother I'll be

there." Soon In His Mother's Arms. He jumped on the special train, and they rushed him to Canton. My friend, the mayor had cleared the streets.

stopped all traffic. They had the keen, thoroughbreds hitched to the rubbertired carriage standing in front of the dspot. When the train stopped, he leaped into it, and down the streets they went on the dead run. The sparks flew from their hoofs as they struck the pavement. They turned the

corner by the county courthouse ana east into Market street. He leaped out and was soon in his mother's arms. She kissed him and said to him: "William I knew you'd come if you only knew how sick your mother was." Did you think any less of him be

cause he did? If you do, you are some low-down thing. I wouldn't spit on you. Don't carve on my tomb, any word of fame, Or a wheel with the missing spokes, Simply let the marble tell my name, Then add, "He was good to his folks."

neve mat me man tvuo t marriage is sought by ninety out of a under my nose on the public highway i hundred And hereCer somebody is and demands my money, or my life , mentioned , tne d, proceedings. measured by every rule "d standard th man w n aVourid, aSd of honesty he is no more a thief than, co-respondent thus named, that man or combination of Mmen pWho,c t , one of tne secure control of a nation's food or fuel . . ,. supply, or some other necessity and in- f oday and the wreck'

1 dispensable commodity and then put n..

Wrtttat t the attitude people take to buy it, and then give him the alter- "d divorced pfrSons The fam-

native of paying the price for it or ' - 1',. """'.

starving or freezing to death. He is a 7 - '",,!V"U" l"c , ,? . j... hiaf land 1 know what the family life is

tiia,i oVf wov, haianrpa i hy what the sociaT life is, for the

and art found wanting." I?00?,1 "Imply reflects what the "Safety First for America." j Is. "Thou shalt not bear false witness i Home Will Sound

"Honor your father and your moth-

"Thou shalt not kill."

er.'

against thy neighbor." You say: If You Felt Sorry You'd Say Nothing "Bill, i nave never been in court." Somebody tells something derogatory about another and ' you don't stop to find out whether what they said was true or not. You begin to tell it around the street to others and you say: "Have you heard the latest? Oh,

it is rich and rare and racy. "Have you heard the story about

Mrs. Jones?" . I

"No, I haven't." "Poor soul, I feel so sorry for her" you are an old liar. If you felt sorry, you'd keep your old mouth shut. That is what you'd do. "Thou shalt .not bear false- witness against thy neighbor." Don't you know some of the darn lies that you told about me before I came to town? You know there are multitudes of people that are past

masters and adepts at crltizlng others.

Like a young lady. A friend asked

her:

"Can you sew?"

She said: "No, but I can rip up beautifully." A Spanish proverb said: "If our faults were written on our foreheads, we'd all go around with our hats over our eyes." What are your neighbors' short

comings to you? Your faults you think hidden, perhaps may stand out as plain as the scandal you are talking about and your trifling fault3 may seem just as black and set people talking behind your back. Legitimate in War But Not at Home lAmbuscade may be legitimate in

warrare, but in dealing with your

Visitors Pack Tabernacle to Capacity and Enthusiastically Receive Spiritual Message of Evangelist. NEARLY MOlT PRESENT

Surrounding territory paid tribute

to Billy Sunday's power, when he preached Sunday afternoon on "The

Hour is Come" before a packed tabernacle, that a show of hands proved to be largely composed of out of town people. Hundreds of people stood about the edges, and outside the doors and windows after the 6,000 seats of the auditorium had been taken, making a total crowd of nearly 6,000. The overflow Bwarmed over the platform, into the vacant seats, of the chorus, and passed even into the press boxes at the sides. Tremendous Crowd. "It's a Billy Sunday meeting," de

clared Albert Peterson the custodian, and for Billy Sunday It was. The applause for Mr. Rodeheaver, and later Mr. Sunday as they reached the platform was as spontaneous as it was greater than any yet given' in Richmond. Through the sermon, the laughter sprang more genuinely free, the clapping was more sincere and atrong, and at the end, whea-Sundav finished with the story of the Chicago touch who said his only prayer, "Now

,7 l,av M Down tn Kl(n" while lvinz

m the electric chair in Richmond, in the gutter. wounded to death, the leaving a father in a desolate home, silence was deep, and while one man with the harrowing memories tearing I in tne front rows, as typical of the at his heart. And over the life of ! a,iinp Anwhir non slow

Depths of Hell. Now, then, if by some miracle ev

ery unhappy married couple could be caused to disregard their children

and their claims, I think, tens of

thousands of applications for divorce! would be filed and If the present) ratio, my friends, of the increase of crime and destrtlon and drunkness and divorce continues, the American home is going to sound the depths of hell.

Over in Virginia, a young man had everything that an indulgent father could give him. In school he changed books for wine, cards and cigarettes. He married a beautiful girl. He shot her in his automobile. He died

his baby are clouds woven from the

words misfortune. He sent another woman to wander in painted shame outside of life's Eden of purity, with the barb of conscience driven into her guilty soul, spurned by a pitiless world, all because he coveted another man's wife. "Thou shalt not covet." Look at Lord Byron, Oh, Britain's

brilliant bard, he could have lived

breaths, and holding his head down, a tiny, faraway applause, broke out Sunday Leads Choir. The music of the chorus broke into the applause that might have been heard, and a few minutes later the great congregation, still in the building, was following Billy Sunday while he led the chorus, with all the vigor and abandon of a cheer leader.

"The hour is come," declared Sun-

You say, "We are right here, Bill; neighbor's faults is cowardly. Leave

we never murdered anybody." There (your ambuscade and come into the

sat there, looking sad. The father sat over there, the tears trickling down his cheeks. His mother was bidding him good-bye. That picture always had a crowd in front of it always. And Major Whittle said, "Charley, you pray." Charley hesitated, and then he said "O God, the trouble is not with mother, it is not with father ;it is not with my home; the trouble is my own sinful heart. Forgive me, for Jesu3 sake." The major said that t'en and there,

with the mother on one side and him on the other, Charley was born into the kingdom of God. He said: "He did not die without hope. It

breaks my heart, but these tears are not evidence of a controversy." Why, if I got word that one of my children was deal, I'd forget I was a preacher, I'd forget you were here and I'd cry as If my heart would break. And the major said, "The Lord hath taken away. Blessed is the name of the Lord. But he did not die without hope." Get right with God, and get right with your homes.

MAKING

(Continued from Page One.)

tent, health and Joys for tomorrow." But, "Remember the Sabbath day, to keep it holy."

"Honor thy father and thy mother: that thy days may be long upon the land which the Lord thy God giveth thee." The young man or woman who is ashamed of his father or mother be

cause they do not look beautiful, is a

fool. If your mother thought more of

herself and less of you she might be fairer and fresher than she is today,

for she was once as good looking as you Imagine yourself today. And you might be proud to have your friends meet her.

She made her old dress over and

cut it on a new bias, because she couldn't afford to buy a new one. She is wearing her winter hat, summer

and winter, and those wrinkles in

her face are all seals of love for you, my girl.

If your father doesn't appear as well

as you'd like to have him, don't get

worried. You blush. Well, the old

man earned the money to buMd the

house. But remember, will you, my boy, remember that bent form, remember those hard hands, remember those bronzed cheeks, remember they tell of his kindness, unselfishness, sacrifices made, to educate you and give you a home and give you a good start

in the world, so tnat wnen ne was gone, you wouldn't have to work as hard as he did. He will give you 60

years the start. And when you look upon your father's white hair, or his wrinkled face, and see his slow step and you take his quivering, faltering hand, be proud of him. Those are love marks, those are jewels in his crown of love for you. A young man came up to me one timo in Woodstock. 111., and said, "Thank you for the one thing you said this afternoon. I am the only child. My mother "washes for a living. I am working for a living and have saved $450. After hearing you, I have written my mother a letter. I

are ways of killing without sticking

your- dagger into somebody's heart. There is many a husband killing his wife because she has learned that he is false to the marriage vow. There is many a wife killing her husband because he has learned she is living a double life. Many a boy Is sending a father and mother to a premature grave because they have learned that he is going down the line and is forming bad habits. "Honor thy ' father and thy mother." A fellow came to me one time and I said to him. "Why don't you give your heart to God?" He said, "Bill, I don't believe the way you do. I believe that everybody will be saved. What would happen to me if I'd die now?"

Be In Hell By Midnight. I said, "If half of what I heard about

you were true, if you died now, you'd be in hell before midnight, and it's now 10 minutes past nine." I preached in a town in Illinois one time, and a woman came down the aisle. I heard the rustle of her silks. She came up scintillating with jewels. She said. "Mr. Sunday, you are going to preach to men only Sunday afternoon?" "Yes, ma'am." She said, "Do you say anything about men being false to their wives?" I said, "Yes, ma'am, I make a few remarks along that line." She said. "Do you make it plain?" I said, "When I am through you needn't appoint a committee to find

out what I am talking about.

She said, "Mr. Sunday, It is not

egotism I have $5,000 a year for pin money. I have unlimited accounts at Marshall Field, at Peacock's and at

Spaulding. the jewelers. I dan go buy anything I want, he will pay for- it.

But, Mr. Sunday, a woman's heart

craves something besides Jewels, fine clothes and a retinue of servants. ' I wish you'd make it plain." Wife Was Going To Premature Grave. I said, "Sister, I will begin to talk

about half past two. You go home.

ODen. don't trv and divprt attPTitinn ! hor's house

from vour rotten life bv throwing mud for wanting

at somebody' else. The Spanish proverb says: "Whoever spits against the wind spits in his own face." In other words, you will get it where Queen Elizabeth wore the ruff. One of the besetting sins of nearly every community, is gossip.

in England's glory! He could have day to present yourself to God, to

realize tnat tne cnurcn is nere tor a purpose and not as an end in itself." Hitting at the preachers and the people who do not believe in revivals, Sunday surged and fought about the platform. "They don't like his methods," he shouted, "that is what the politicians thought of Daniel when they had him cast into the lion's den,

that is what the Pharisees thought of Jesus when they spit in his face and threw stones at Him." Rushes Across Platform

Here Sunday suddenly spit on the

slept with England's greatest in West minster Abbey, but at the age of 37

when he should have been going onward and upward to greater flights of glory his heart sent out this bitter wail: My days are in the yollow leaf The flowers and fruit of life are gone.

The worm, the canker and the grief

Are mine alone. "Thou shalt not covet the nelgh-

I don't blame anybody

a nice house. I have!noor raced across the platform.

Stop your prattling, stop your tattling, Tales you know to be untrue. Stop your idle talk and bridle well Your tongue the whole week through.

One man or woman to set on fire this hellish thing, can keep a whole neighborhood in an uproar. Oh, gossips set husbands to quarreling with their wives; wives with their husbands. They will make men sus

picious of their wives and wives susicious of their husbands. ' I have

more resoect for the doop eld han

going under the gas light of the city, an Everybody in a hurry,

outcast, tnan i have tor this member of so-called respectable society who un

der the cover of that damnable busi-

looked at the beautiful homes and I

have said: "My, I hope they will live for years to enjoy it." Don't Covet Possessions Of Neighbor. "Thou shalt not covet they neighbor's house, nor his man servant, nor his maid servant, nor his automobile, nor anything that Is thy neighbors". Don't do it! A friend of mine, who died sometime ago. Jack Crawford, the poet scout, was down in New York years ago, and one of the New York papers asked him to write a poem about what he thought about the city.

Do I like the city, stranger? 'Tisn't likely that I could, 'TIsn't likely that a ranger From the borders ever would. Get accustomed to the flurry.

The loud, unearthly noise,

Men, women, gals and boys.

Do I. like the city?

ness will assassinate the character ofiNo- 1 love to wander ethers. A breath of scandal sweep-i 'iIld the vales and 1

mountains green,

ng the community, murdering the rep-!In the borderland out yonder,

utation of men and women and causing

tears of anguish Shun the tale bearer, the tattler, the" gossiper; shun these buzzingpests of society. An old philospher was right when he said, "Those who listen to slander would, if I had my way, be hanged; the tattlers by their tongues, and the listeners by their ears." "Thou shalt not bear false witness against thy neighbor." There is only one worse than the slanderer. That is the man or the woman who will listen to the slanderers without protest. The receiver of stolen goods is as guilty before the law as the fellow that stole the goods. When you sit and listen without protest, you are as black-hearted as the

j one that told you. And the fence is as

guilty as the thief. Little Resemblance

fnv -hTkUnoS;t1fiLtne clT ' 1 believe that story false that ought ?ne.i, n'!not be true. Did you ever play the

- ' v uiujs WUl., "UU A L W VC, gT I

liberty to mortal man he did to me.

"Thou shalt not kill." He wasnf shooting her. but she was going to a premature grave. "Thou shalt not commit adultery." Oh, this is no time or place to speak of it! I know of no sin against which

God Almighty rails more. Oh, that

game of gossip when you were a kid? We used to line up on the road; one would whisper to one and that one next to that, and on down and the one to whom it was told last would

let up and repeat it. Then it would; Ashamed of Father;

Where the hand of God is 3een.

My idea is, if I ever live to be old, j I'd like to live out in the country. I am a rube of the rubes,, a hayseed of the hayseeds. I'd like to live out in the country near some crackingood town and listen to the bird3. I'd like to go to heaven out in the country somewhere. I don't like to live in the city. "Thou shalt not covet." Down in North Carolina, a young fellow was going to school and he kept saying he was dead sure he would carry off the honors of the school. The father lived off on an old farm, and he hired an old horse and carriage. The horse seemed to have several good points about him.

You could hang your hat on any part

of him without any trouble. He seemed to have a perpetual sign hanging out "Oats Wanted, inquire with

in." The father came to town, his pants stuffed in his boot tops. He came

to town and his hoy stood talking

with a group, and the old fellow shuf

fled in and the fellow said, "I wonder who that old duffer is." that old duffer is."

be compared with the original and af

ter a story or a sentence had filtered

cin y.q,,c,h ni tr, rim fha through the minds of twenty or thirty

with a flood; that sin caused God to',people ,V0U,Lbe ,?1i?b vh.?ded 0 dls" blot Sodom and Gomorrah from thelcove1r, tnat tthed b lU9 re" earth; that sin caused God to blot ! semblance to the original. When a Pompeii and Herculaneum from the j stTJ Btarts .lt,is like a snow ball. earth' Hear as little as possible that is to

Many a husband will turn away from

Lost Scholarship

The old father was told about it. His boy seemed to be ashamed of him and somebody saw him out untieing his horse. He said, "What is tho matter Mr. Blackburn, aren't youoing to stay?" He said, "If my pres

ence makes my boy feci sad, I aln t

in the action of throwing stones

"They didn't like His methods," he shouted. But when in his rage at the people that Bit around and argue and talk about means, without doing anything, Sunday tried to spit his thought at the audience, he could only sputter, "There are not words enough" Whirling and waving his fists in the air, has face red and hot from action,

he faced the chorus, "Rody, tell .them what I think of things like that," he said. "The cause of Jesus is a matter for fighting," he shouted. "We fight disease; we fight evil; we fight all those things; we must fight for the cause of Jesus." Scores Flabby Preachers Turning his attention to the ministers who tried to speak softly in their church, he scored them when they feared to face the truth. "The time has come for plainness of ppeech on the part of our ministers. You admire the man that tells you what you are, who has the force to tell

the truth. You admire the physician who tells you what is physically bad with you. Why, then, should you hate and vilify the preacher who will tell

you what is the matter with you morally?" he asked.

The minister who preaches the dainty way is letting his church be an end unto itself, and the devil laughs in hell, because he wants thar kind of a church." First Effort to Preach. Telling of his first attempts to preach, Mr. Sunday brought a wave of real laughter from the audience. He told of his attempt to write a sermon with long words, and complicated sentences, and full of real English. "But," he said, "it didn't stir anybody. No body was saved, and everything was just as it was." "Then I took down my old gospel gun, and loaded it with pepper, sour milk, strychnine, .dynamite, and barbed wire, lowered the muzzle, and turned her loose, and the feathers have been flying and the ftllows hunting for cover ever since." Homer Rodeheaver tried a new plan for singing "Brighten the Corner

Where You Are." On the chorus tho left side sang the first phrase, the right side the second, the chorus the variation, and the last twenty rows the last phrase. The words of the last of the songcoming down the long tabernacle towards the front, welled in like a tide over the harbor bar, miles away. Rev. E. Howard Brown, of the East Main Street Friends' church offered the opening prayer.

the prejudice of others; believe noth- going to stay. I am going back to

ing true well, until you are absolutely forced to do it. Always moderate what you hear about others and re

member this, that there are two sides

a wife and a wife from a husband. I think the most good-for-nothing, Godforsaken, mountebank", the marplot.

nnil tiHrilo PTlrflt of Infamv mt and rto. ;

generation is the man who is false to'to everything and if you'd hear the his marriage vows, or the woman who!cthep side' yu'd have 9 different opinis false to hers. - I 'on than what you have by hearing "Thou s'hall not commit adultery.") ne' There are two sides to every"Thou shalt not steal." thing on earth. The man is a thief who takes that "Thou shalt not covet."

which he does not eive an adeauate The- law covers the desire for

make out on the farm

When the exercises took place instead of this young fellow receiving the honor of the class, the president of the faculty said: "It gives me honor to hand this man a diploma for bis scholarship,"

and they handed it to another young man. The young fellow arose, left the

platform and took a medal that had

return for, either in property or mon-j thing as well as the stealing of the been given him, too, and stoopin;

ey or work. A man is a thief when he thing and ne or tne meanest traits

sells under false representations. A of character, I think, is covetousness.

man is a thief when he says, "That i3

all wool," when it is half cotton. He is a thief when ne says, "That was imported," when it was made in Pittsburg, or Cleveland, or Chicago. An employer is a thief, if he takes

We live in a testing world. Be

fore Uncle Sam will accept a battleship she's got to stand the test of speed, at forced gravity for some hours Before he will accept a cannon she's got to be tried. We have

over he pinned it on the breast of

a woman. The students recognized one that had been doing their washing. She'd manicured her finger nails over the washboard to keep her boy out on the front rank and he came home with the honors. He said, "I want v to give thi3 medal to the

one to whom this honor should go, my mother." If Jesus Christ would come down that aisle, 'I'd leave this platform or I'd invite him up here and I'd say, "Friends, I want to present one U whom the honor is due, and if there Is anything I have said, anything that

is a help or inspiration to you, I want to present to you the one who'3 made it possible to help in life, Jesus Christ" So, I am not vorrylng about the commandments I have broken. I have been forgiven of all that. They have been mended by faith in Jesus Christ So I don't worry my head, I have only come to tell you that if you have trangresscd, any of you, that there is a pardon waiting for you through faith in Jesus.