Richmond Palladium (Daily), Volume 92, Number 101, 28 April 1922 — Page 5

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Mother Finds It Hard Work to Rear Sons Properly If Father Lacks Healthy Moral Backbone When God Sends a Great Man Into the Worjd He Sees to It

. That He Gets a Good Mother, But Most Any Kind of a , Stick Will Do for Father, Evangelist Says in His Sermon On "Mothers."

The text "Take this child away and nurse It for me and I will pay thee thy wages." Exodus 2nd chapter, 9th verse. "Mothers," was the subject of Rev. W. A. Sunday's sermon Friday afternoon. He said: I think the story of Moses is one of the most attractive and fascinating ever written, and it takes hold upon us, and it never loses it3 interest. It is so graphically told that once It 13 learned, it is never forgotten. I have tried to imagine the anxiety with which that child was horn into this world, for it came with the sen-i tence of death hovering over It; fori the sword of Pharoah had declared i that every male child born of the Heb rews should be slain, and the battle of "right" against "might" started right at the cradle. The mother of Moses was a slave. and she was compelled like the other j Jews to work in the brick yards, but; God was on her side and she won, as j the motner always does wnen uoa 13 pn her side. Before going to work she had to se- , cure a hiding place for this child, and Dut his little sister Miriam on euard. lest her nresence be seen bv the sol-; diers of Pharoah and they would hunt! and slav this child For three months he had to be hid and each day a new hiding place had to be secured'. I think it would be dif ficult to imagine anything more hardi than to hide a good strong healthy, growing babyi Now that he has grown larger and more full of life, a more secure hiding place had to be found, and imagine her giving up the time she should have spent in sleep in order to prepare an ark for saving this child. Believes Plan Originated in Heaven. I believe the plans for that ark originated in Heaven. I repeat that I j ininn me piaus lur iiiai ma. ui isiuai -i ed in Heaven, for God was as much! interested in the salvation of that child as the mother could have possibly been, for God knew what he wanted him to do when he became a man. An event so important and far

reaching upon the human race never j-were the Jewel3 with which God Alhappened by luck or chance. Perhaps , mighty ransomed his chosen people God whispered tho plans, to her when j anci ie the Jews from Egyptian bondshe went to him in despair over the: age under the leadership of that litfact that Pharoah was going to slay -.tie fellow, when he grew to be a man all the male children bom. Moses.

And how carefully the material out;

of which that ark was built had been selected. ' I think if parents today were as careful of the company their children keep, the books they read, the pictures they see and the places to which FJithey go, there would not be so many drunken GOts, vomiting on their way

to hell, and haunts of sin and vice would not be fed with girls that have ! not sprouted long skirts yet. j The average little sister could give! her grandmother card3 and spades i and beat her, hands down. j

If you were only more careful ofiIul mue Miriam, .i.. .I .i i a fco. thtnn.3 She stood the:

me company me? ivc-cp iuu lihuo they see nd the places they go! Builds Little ATK Carefully. i.irto rf that flnlr Vi o in Vn carefully scanned, that nothing faulty . , i i i a a i . . 1: 1, 1, ti m ; J Ami in tho of that little baby. And in the wea snouia po imo n iu jrupcirui.- me ni. ing of that ark she put her prayers and tears, and she raised her voice in Thanksgiving when it was ready to carry its cargo, which was more prec ious than if it were to hold tne crowned jewels of Egypt. Imagine the last night that baby spent in that home. Perhaps some of you can remember a similar night when the white casket was in your home and you knew that when the day dawned they would carry it out, and all the light seemed to vanish with it. No sleep for the mothers others of the household might sleep There are whips and tops and pieces of strings, And shoes that no little feet ever wear. And there are bits of ribbons and broken wings, i And toys and models of ships, All marked by finger-tips of dimp Died hands That have fallen to dust And yet we strive to think that the Lord was just. Yet a feeling of bitterness fills our souls sometimes when we try to pray. And remember that the reaper spared so many flowers But taketh ours away. We sometimes doubt if the Lord did know How our broken hearts loved them f o. And when we think of our dear ones dead. Of the children who will never grow old.. And how they are waiting for us in that city with streets of pure gold. And how they are safe through all ,the years, . -. - . , i i k mm skkhpss aim waiiL ann war. We thank the great God with a falling tear For the trinkets in the cabinet drawer. And all the dark nights she" prayed that God would bless the work-she had done, and the step that she had taken, and shield her child. People sometimes ask me how I imagine the angels employ their time. I think some of the angels were busy keeping the soldiers away lest they might accidentally find this little boy Wind slay him; for all Heaven was on nis Slue, anu oiu rnaroan uiu not have soldiers enough to pull one hair put of that baby's head. God wa3 on

?the job, don't you forget. You need

not fear when God is there And when the day dawned she kissed that child, placed him in the ark and put the ark among the reeds and with aching heart and streaming eyes she turns back again to the fields and the brick yards to bare her back and labor, and waits to see what God will do. She had done her prayerful best, and God never fails the man or woman who does his prayerful best. Oh! how easy it was for God to give the needed help! What mountain movers we would all be if we only anchored to the fact that with God all thing3 are possible, no matter how seemingly Impossible. And what surprises God Almighty would give to some, and unexpected answers to our prayers, if we only be lieve and trust in Him She knew that God would help her some way, but I do not believe she ever dreamed that God would ever ouch the heart of old Pharoah's daughters and send her to help her, and it was not hard for God to send the princess from the throne of Egypt to take care of that baby. And the ark was discovered just as God wanted it to be and Pharoah's daughter, when she went down with her maids as was her custom to the water to bathe, she spied thi3 ark among the reeds and she sent one of the maids to fetch it I think some of the maids herded the crocodiles over on the other side of the Nile lest in swimming around they might scent the flesh and tear the child to shreds and eat it. And all Heaven was watching over him. And the cover was removed and they saw a strong, healthy baby, perhaps sucking his thumb like you did when you were a baby. And the baby looked up into a strange face and began to cry, and those tears blotted out everything that was against it and gave it a chance for its life. Angels Must Have Quar(jed Infant T thnk fh must havp stood there and pinched the baby to make it cry at the right time. Nothing hap pens by luck or chance. The planets j swing in their appointed orbit, they never cross the path of another, but the tears of that little boy in the ark This princess had a woman's heart and when a woman s heart and a baby's tears meet, something is going to happen that will give the Devil cold feet, take it from me. Perhaps she had had a baby of her own; her baby might have been dead and the sight of that little tot there tore open the wound in her heart and made it bleed afresh. But never mind about that; she was a woman and she naa a woman s neart. sne Knew mat her dad had issued orders to kill all Hebrew male children and she was PinK to protect that boy and faithShe stood there and never booed or peeped that she knew about this frame-up and she saw the heart of the princess reflected in her face just as plainly as if it had been an open j DO?K1 A know what is pounding beneath jour skin just by the look of your; nn,1(imaT1 rnn thJ I minute he looks into the face of a I crook. That is his business. You take your watch into a Jeweler he can tell whether it is any good when he looks at it. So Miriam saw the heart of this princess reflected In her face and she said, "Shall I go and get one of the Hebrew women to nurse him for you?" Baby Handed Back to Its Mother And Pharoah's daughter said to her, "Go and get her," and I can see the bare feet of little Miriam as she goes to her mother, and in a little while back she comes, leading her mother by the hand. And Pharoah's daughter took the little fellow out of the ark and handed him over to his own mother, although she did not know it, and as she did it, she said in the words of my text, "You take this child and nurse it for me." And she was being paid Egyptian money to do what her heart yearned above all thinrjs to do, nurse and hug and kiss her own baby. How quickly the mother was paid for all the hours of anxiety and alarm and grief! I think. God gave her special dispensation and grace to keep her from dying from joy; and if the angels were on earth how hilarious they must have been to see Moses in his mother's arms, hiking home, and so the mother would have to go out to work no more. When she gets to her little shack she drops on her knees and pours out her heart to God, .for he had heard her. She knew the Lord would hear I her and take care of her baby when she put him in the ark; but, folks, I do not believe she ever dreamed that her baby would ever be put back into her arms to care for, and she, be taken out of the fields where she would not have to slave, nor be half frightened to death for fear somebody had found

Sunday Revival Program FRIDAY 7 :30 p. m. Song service and sermon. Christian church night; United Brethren night; Earlham night; county high schools night. SATURDAY , 2 :30 p. m. Song service and sermon. Special for boy3 and girls. 7:30 p. m. Song service and sermon.

Billy's Hand, Beckons to

Bruised, and calloused from years of pounding the pine box pulpit In hundreds of tabernacles, Billy Sunday's hands are a part of his sermon. Whether they are being shook, L clenched and menacing, in the face of his audience, while he defies some force of evil; or whether they are held like a magaphone to his lips, while he shouts into the sounding board over his head, they are always in action, illustrating the sermon. With a mighty whack that would almost wreck a table, Sunday bang3 his hand down palm open, on the pulpit. The hollow box-like stand resounds with a boom like a bass drum, with the emphasis of his point. Again he raps with his knuckles, attention compelling rolls, like those of a- snare drum. But the climax of his efforts comes when, with clenched fist, he hammers the top of that pulpit, as though to smash it to kindling wood, in one instant. The huge callouses can be seen even from the front rows of the audience, for they must be large to withstand the force of his blows, that would otherwise break the bones. But coushions as they are, they cannot save the flesh from a cruel hammering, and under the punishment the callous spots crack and break open, leaving his knuckles at time, chapped with deep cracks. Seared and rugged, they are the hands that beckon men and women to the "sawdust trail", and then wheni they have marched down, they are! the baby and had killed it, and the stony-hearted Pharoah would pay her. I am going to Heaven some day. Hallelujah to God, and when I rush up and shake hands with Jesus I ar going to say, "Jesus, I want to see where the mother of Moses is. Where does she live? I think the Lord will page an angel and say, "Show Bill where Moses mother lives." The Bible does not tell you, but I am going to find out when I get to Heaven. ' Now, I have learned some lessons, and here is one of them: First, a mother is remarkably plucky. Everything may be against her, but she would not give up; her heart never fails. The bravest battle that ever was fought! Shall I tell you where and when? On the maps of the world you jou win rind it not, Twas fought by the mothers of men. Nay, not with cannon or battle shot. With sword or noble pen; Nay, not with eloquent words or thought. From mouths of wonderful men! But deep in a walled-up woman's heart Of a woman that would not yield. But bravely, silently bore her part So, there is that battle field. No marshalling troops, no bivouac song, f No banner to gleam and wave, But oh! those battles they last so long From babyhood to the grave. The mother is always brave when tne safety of ner children 13 con cerned, and I would stand up more than some of you mothers do when some little tango lizard, bull-headed, weasel-eyed sort of a . lobster comes around to take your daughter away. Tell him to go to the Devil. I would drown him. Give him some "Rough-on-Rats" and buttermilk. Mothers are always brave. Here in Indiana last summer a mother was canning fruit in the kitchen and the little baby was out in the grass laughing and playing. The mother heard it scream and she drop- ' ped everything and she ran out and found a huge snake wrapping its coils around the baby and she 4ore it off the child and pounded Us head to a pulp on a rock in the yard. j Fathers Too Often Get The Blues. Fathers too often give up. Get the blues, go to hitting the booze, commit suicide, take a header from the pier; but mother stands bv the little brood, and manicures her finger nails over a washboard to keep tbem out of the poorhouse. It is the greatest work in the world. It is so far reaching that it is above everything else. It is her task to mold and shape the greatest human beings on earth. If you want to find real true greatness do not go to the throne, toward the White House, toward the halls of learning, do not go to some great fac tory, my friends; but go toward the cradle. When Jesus Christ was on earth and he wanted to give his disciples a great object lesson, he called all the little children and placing them in the middle of them, he said, "Unless you become converted and become as a little child, you can in no wise enter the kingdom of Heaven." Jesus said, "Unless you have Faith in me, such as the little child has faith in his parents, and become converted as little children, you can never enter the Kingdom of Heaven." So there is something for you to learn. O! you want your boy to be sober and to pray and to love God and hate Evil.. Oh! that Is better than to

" Hit the Trail," or Admonishes Sinner to Repent

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A close, jp view of Billy Sunday's hand. Thousands upon thousands have clasped It when they "hit the trail" to salvation.

the hands that greet them in their confession of faith. Were Sunday to lose either of his hands, he would lose a great deal of TODAY'S BEST STORY IN BILLY'S SERMON l read a story the other day of an angel that came from Heaven down to this world. Roamed through the fields, and cities and when his roaming was over he said, "Now that I am through this visit on thi3 earth, I must gather come momentoes of my trip." And he looked at the beautiful flowers In the garden and said, "How lovely and gragrant." So he plucked some roses and he looked further and he said, "Ah, a bright eyed, rosy-cheeked child. That baby is prettier than the flower and I will have to take that." And then he looked and saw a mother sitting beside a cradle. "Ah, that mother's love is the prettiest thing I have seen on earth, I will take that too." And with these three treasurers he went back and he said as e stopped in front of the gate, "Before I go in I must examine my mementoes." He looked at the flower, and It had withered. At the baby's emile and It had faded. He looked at the mother love and it glistened In all Its beauty. He threw away the withered flowers and cast away the faded smile and with the mother's love pressed to his heart, he pressed through the gates Into the city, crying to the angels in glory, "The only thing I could find that would keep fragrant, from earth to Heaven, Is a mother's love." "Take this child and nurse it for me and I will pay thee thy wages." launch a battleship and wreck a kingdom. To launch a girl that will live for Jesus and Truth and that will hold firm for God Almighty and her virtue; what is more noble in the universe than that. Moses was a chosen vessel of the Lord so he wanted him to get a right start in the world. There was a time when there was not a man in the United States could beat me runn'ng. If our speed was equal I could get away ahead of him. I was the first man to circle a base in fourteen second from a standing start. I do not believe anyone has ever beaten that yet. And so God wanted Moses to get a right start I can tell what you are going to be in the world by the way you start. There was not a college professor in Egypt that God would trust with the job so he just put that child back in his mother's arms and I will tell you, a mother's arms is a safe anchorage for any boy or girl, aDd lam o'd fashioned enough to believe that tbf-ve is not a dvil strong t .. "rougn IO pull a llOV or g'l l OUl ui. When God sends a great man into oa senas a great man into; he Ses to it that he gets and of a mother. Most any the world the rinht le . 3- ... ... . . .. ' Kind Of a StICK Will 00 Tor a Tatner. but God Almighty is mighty partic ular. And the greatest need of this or any country is good mothers. I believe we have more good mothers in j America than any land on earth, al though all of them are not good. We have a lot of them that are good for nothing. If George Washington had a mother like Happy Hooligan he would be running around with an oyster can on his head and saying, "It gits on me noives." There may be poetry in it but it cradle moves the world. Ann if pvby a good ery cradle was rocked

Christian mother the world would ! Mothers Doina be filled with noble and good men and. wonderful Thing women. ... , . I And in the office which is given to A young man joined a church one j vou ag mother3 you are doing a won. time and the preacher said, Whattderfuj thing was it I said that led you to do this?"! Then t i,rT,A,i flnnther lenn

He eaid, "Nothing. It was my old mother's religion." Example Greater Than Theory. I want to tell you one ounce of example will outweigh an ounce of theory and all that and if you mothers live as you should live, we preachers and the police would not have so much to do as we have. I think it is mighty small business being a king or a priest compared witn being a motner or me teacher of children. These fill places so great that I will bet there is not an angel up in Heaven who could change places with you. To teach a child to love the Truth and hate a lie, to love virtue and hate

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his' effectiveness. His actions, which bring into play every muscle in his body, culminate in expression, in the actions of his hands. vice, and to love the Truth and hate falsehood! Oh, that is greater than to be able to make a flying machine that can go to the moon and back again! In so doing, you start powers in motion that will never, never end. You help to bring the world of harmony out of chaos. A friend of mine received some crystals the other day from a friend, I a scientific American, and a letter accompanied It, saying: "There 13 power enough to give green hue to a hogshead." Think of it! Mothers Will Receive Reward j Power enough in the boy to grow up to become a man that would damn the town he lives in. In the girl to be a curse to the world, or a benefactor, or a blessing to the world, according to the influences that surround her when she is young. You talk about greatness. You wait until the mountains of Eternity are reached and you will read the mothers' names that sit in God's Hall of Fame! There will be many a scrubwoman on earth whose name will be in God's Hall of Fame. Chasing the phantoms of pleasure which might be molding the character of an individual that would be a benefactor to the world. To plant a thought in the minds of a girl or boy and have it stay there and grow that Is better than putting in a big crop, my friend; or it is greater than to build a railroad or a great factory. God had a big place for Moses, but do not forget that he had a bigger place for his mother, and by the saving of that baby she helped to save the nation. I think the angels must have held their breath when they saw that little baby taken out of the ark ! and put into its mother's arms. How do you know but the angels watch you with as much interest? How do you know but that God Almighty has elected that your boy or your girl shall become his mouthpiece to the generation that is yet to be born? How do you know but that God will send him up and down the land preaching the truth I know the work is often discouraging and you have your trials and make your sacrifices and shed your tears and all is hidden from the world. No one knows or seems to care that ou are making your fight all alone. Some Husbands Downright Lazy There is nothing to show that

Moses' mother bad any help from his(his choice.

daddy. Noth'ng to show that he cut one of the reeds out of which she made that ark. Maybe because he was too darned lazy to go out and get his own kindImg, for all I know. I tell you right j now, a mother finds It mighty hard to work to make a man of her bay if he has a man for a father with no more moral backbone than a .ticati rind or a twine or string. She has got a hard iob. and the; Devil gets In many a boy by getting! intr. rif T i, ,.. v:. xuoi.. uuuiv uai., mat uiaj yurs- And "vrnen a mother is doing - '" - t" r. a mumu is uumS all f e can to trm h er children for old man is doing all he Iran tr ls-iJ . V :i i l" mem tu iuc 4vh.

Ann 1-n r, vir n . v. - 6" l"u"-" wuru ne win gu 10 a ........... . 1. 1 .1 1 1 1 ' tj vft I CI. v.. 11 i 1.1 , 1 r.y Doy to pray when he will come home and curse and swear and damn and undo in five minutes all I have done in 24 hours? What is the use of telling my boy not to become a cigarette fiend when his Dad goes around the house smoking them? I know your work is one monotonous grind. I heard a wearied mother say, "I get so tired looking at the " , j Some cf 'ou wn0 liV8 ou of the j.h.(oii!,. of a mother's great power. There is power in mother's hand, and by leading her boy right she headed God's great army. By faith Moses was come to years. When 21 he refused to become the son of Pharoah's daughter and to enjoy the pleasures of sin for a season. There is something for you, some of you old card-playing, beer-guzzling, cnampagne-tizzlmg crowd! That is something for you to think j about. By faith Moses, when he was come to years, refused to be called the son of Pharoah's daughter, and the daughter nagged and begged him and said, "Let me call you my aon." If he had allowed himself to be called the son of Pharoah's daughter

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SNAPPY SAYINGS IN SUNDAY'S SERMONS

Mothers are remarkably plucky, Everything may be against a mother but she will not give up, her heart never fails. I believe we have more good mothers in America than any land on earth, although all of them are not good. If you want to find really true greatness, go to the cradle. To teach a child to love the truth and hate a lie, to love virtue and hate vice, and to the truth and hate the falsehood, Oh. that is greater than to be able to make a flying machine that can go to" the moon and back again. I tell you right now, a mother finds it mighty hard work to make a man of her boy if he has a man for a father with no more moral backbone than a meat rind or a twine or string. You get the boys and girls to live right and the devil will hang crepe on his door, bank his fires, and hell will be for rent before the Fourth of July. Emerson paid. "Men are what their mothers make them." If you put the home second, the kids will play the second fiddle all the time. What do you care about an angel's harp and song if there is no mother's song? There Is more In their song than In a mintrel's or poet's song. Thank God for what mother love has done for this old world and for putting into a mother's heart that love. What if the mothers fail? God pity us. of our land It isn't reforming. Oh, no, not at all. The devil lets you reform every morning and noon If you want to. You let a hog fall Into the mud and he will lie there. He is content. That is his nature. You let a sheep fall into the mud and he will get out as quick as he can. He hates mud. So the world can tell whether you are a hog or a sheep and do It quick.. So there are lots of people whose correctness of mannerisms are all right, but their hearts are wrong. No man or woman will ever walk the streets of heaven unless they have born again by repentence and faith in Jesus Christ. Accept Him as your Saviour, then God will blot out your sins, no matter what they are. In love, home influence, marriage, labor or anything of that kind, you are all tied with somebody else in the world. You hurt somebody else when you sin. I know men, sir, that are afraid to come to this tabernacle, for fear if they put themselves under the influence here that they would yield to Jesus Christ and do one decent thing before they die. They are afraid. They are convicted. They know what I preach is right They know the way they live is wrong, and they know if they come they would yield to to the spirit of God and live the way I preach and they don't want to live the way I preach and they are afraid. So they are trying to make themselves believe it is the way I preach, rather than the way he lives. When you sin you hurt your wife and children, and somebody suffers. We are all tied together like cars to a train. When one moves up, the others pull along with it. The trouble isn't with outward life, it is with the heart. I picked up an apple the other day It was a beauty. I took a bite into it and It was wormy. The trouble wasn't in the outward appearance, it was in the inside. It was rotten at the heart. he never would have been Moses; he would have been an Egyptian mummy. He could not be Moses and Pharoah's daughter's son, too. So he made You cannot serve the devil and the Lord, too; you cannot be a drunkard and go to Heaven, too. Make up your mind what you are going to do. Now, where did Moses get his Faith? He got it from his Ma. Why? His mother taught him at her knee, and she said, "Honey, I am your Ma." And so when Pharoah's daughter said, "Be my son," he said, "Nothin' doin'.r vyncrc ata ric 9CI Where did he get his nerve, girls, "Pv-n m to the i pleasures and sins of Egypt? You bet voup iife ne 00t it from hi. mother' ftj lSon he soodTt! ' Moaeg WM parned ja aU w5g. I dnm nt To-vntinne. He read it, but it . c - r "Train 11 n a nhllrt in the way it should go and when it is bid it will not go far from it." Start Children Early In Religion. I think the Roman Catholic church 1 is right when it says "Give us the child until it is ten years old and we do not caro who has it after that.'" The Catholics are not losing any sleep over fear of losing grown up men and women from their membership. Thev have shown us the only sensible wayJ to reach the masses, and that is byn reaching the children and gettingji them start pd rifht

You get the boys and girls to liveii "s come, on come down ana tae m-r riaht and the devil will nana creDe on i?and. ajid pledge yourself to stand for

their door, bank his fires, and hell will be for rent before the Fourth of July.; Moses was able to choose with the'' people of God because his mother was taken out of the brick yard to guides nim. Egyptian knowledge could notJ run him because his mother's hand was on his head and before he found. j out anything about the White WayJ (Continued on Next Page) TABERNACLE STATISTICS Thursday afternoon. Attendance . JjOO Collection 43 Thursday Evening. Attendance . 5 ,tOOO Collection (cash only) Trail hitters jgg

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Denounces Author of Letter Stating that He Failed to Support His Mother and Sister. r BIG CROWD IS PRESENT "If I had been there, I would have shot them, eo help me God I would. I would have shot them as sure as they stand in shoe leathfr if I had beenthere, "And you couldn't have found a jury on earth that would have convicted me either. It w-ould have been pre-.. meditated. Don't worry about that" So thundered Billy Sunday in. defiance of the men, who, he alleged, had desecrated the grave of his mother and the final resting places of other " relatives. In his sermon at the tabernacle Thursday evening. The vitriolic outburst came In con-; junction with hfs r-ply to an anonymous letter which had been sent to : Rev. J. J. Rae of the First Presbyterian church, in which it was charged -that the evangelist had neglected his mother and sister. Mr. Sunday called the author of the letter a "dirty, rat-eyed liar." "My mother died five years ago in Winona Lake, and I burled her out on the old farm in Iowa, ana my only,. sister, 'a half-sister, was burned to. death years ago, and was buried on" the same farm. "I seldom take-the time to answer, the lies that are being circulated about me. "You low down dirty dog, if you are here tonight and I hope you are you are a dirty, sneaking, low down, God-forsaken, blackhearted, lying, degenerate hypocrit You let my folks alone you dirty, low, blackhearted. scoundrel and skunk, the off-scouring of God's dirt." Words Fail Him Words failed Sunday when he tried to describe what he thought of the man who had written the anonymous letter. Stringing out a series of epithets, that would seem to include every sort of scoundrel on the. face of the earth, Sunday paused for breath, his eyes et with a fierceness, but without a word with which to con-' tinue. "People have lied and vilified about me ever since I first have been preaching. Why the whiskey ring went out trt tlia rTf farm in Tnura whAni T hl buried my mother, with the other members of the family, mhere I had put a fence around the gTave lot, and they asked the fanner who. owned the place if they could take picture of the grave. "And they tore down the fence, and -they broke down the tomb stone over my uncle's grave, and piled it all up over the graves, and then they took a picture of it, and that picture was printed all over the country. "And if that pimp that wrote that letter is in the audience, I'd like to have him come up and tell me about it." Later in the sermon, poised on hia chair with one foot on the desk, his head almost touching the sounding board above, he shouted, "If there is anything I despise, It is the man who says things about your past, things that you have put behind you years ago." Again that fierce stare shone tn his eyes, and he glared at the audience, as If he would find there the man that had Kaid those things. "That's the kind of man that I despise," he shouted. Men Fear Truth "What is repentence" demanded Mr. Sunday. "It is not a conviction of sin. because there are men In Rich-: mond who are afraid to come to th-? -tabernacle for fear that they would yield to a good influence. "What kind of a man is that, when you analyze his motives?" he demanded. "I have heard that the answer -, has been actually given on the street., " j vv n .-i a. 1 1 n m i j wuic till" der an influence for good." Shouting, as he dashed across the platform, and leaned over the edge, "Nothing can take the nlace of beinsr born again, if you are to be saved." he held himself tense and rigid, only the wild stare of his eves Rtipe-estinsr . action. "You must repent, and lead a new life if you are to be saved." Ending his sermon, almost without warning, he swung into a breathless prayer for the sinners who would not be saved. "Oh Lord, I pray that tho Kaptists, the people from College CornerHere he hesitated, and turned swiftly to Rodeheaver, "What's that other town he demanded? "From "Morning Sun," he kept on again in the rush of his prayer, "may renew their pledge to live for God anu iu uo ms win. Asks for Converts. "Now come on you Baptists, you bons or veterans, you College CornJesus Christ" As in the former meetings, a few minutes were required to break the ice, and then a few leading out from; the Morning Sun delegation, brought almost the whole of the group forward. On the other side. College Cor ner banners began to appear in front, . 1 1 1- ii. . . . i . m . i ami wiiu mem came oinera irum in'j rest of the audience. While more than that cumber pass-' ed by and took Sunday's hand In tok-. en of a renewal of their vow, 156 Vslgned pledge cards, as a token of their ' deconsecration. The high school orchestra, which' "had been given seats in a section on' the left front side of the tabernacle; j.'where several benches naa Been reUraoved. and chairs nlaced instead.

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