MILL SONG,
Ruddy-cheeked was I at twenty.
With fickle whims and dieams a-pienty;
Ne’er was bird more free and joyous
Naught in youth can long annoy us.
Grind away! Gone that day!
Then my glance was frank and gay.
Ruddy-cheeked was I at twenty.
Fickle drezms had I a-plenty.
Then eame autumn, sere and yellow.
The bird was grown a sober fellow,
Chastened in his song and duller.
Hair and cheeks half-robbed of color.
Grind away! Change the lay!
Formerly my skies were gay;
Then came a’.tumn, sere and yellow.
Sober grew the jaunty fellow.
Sorrow’s snows keep gently falling,
Love-lit eyes, long gone, recalling.
Mother, at the mill-stone crooning,
Moves my heart to old attuning.
Grind away! Gone that day!
Once my song was {ree and gay.
But now my ditty: risine, falling,
Breaks for love long past recalling.
—Zacharias Topstins,
passa Oldbod
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{ain 1 A CLIMAX.
VV VV VV VY VY
Thornton slowly uncoiled his
length from the easy chair in which
he had been sitting. stretched himself,
and wiwn a lazy sigh remarked, “Well,
I’ve got to dig back and write a story.”
Frank Ashton looked up with an
amused smile.
girl?” he asked, a slight sarcasm evi-
dent in his tone.
“Suppose you take the story,” said
Thornton, as Ashton skillfully dodged
tne book thrown at him, “and find
out. ive beer at the machine all the
afternoon, and I'm tired.”
“It is not necessary.”
ton, “I know very well that he does.
If 1 wrote stories like yours I should
feel like a matrimonial bureau.
I'11 take it down for you, not from curi-
osily, but out of pure friendship.”
into the chair beside the typewriter. |
“It’s merely a commercial necessity.”
he explained, as Ashton placed himself
in front of the keyboard. “If the chap
doesn’t marry the girl, you can’t sell
the story. And while the wedding peals
are growing to be chestnut bells in
this vicinity, I'd rather have checks
and chestnuts than unhappy endings
and printed slips commencing, ‘The
editor regrets that the inclosed manu-
script.”
Asnton
to the carrier.
slipped a piece of paper in-
“Go on,” he laughed;
“I'll be the best man and help you
marry them off.”
Thornton glanced at his friend
thoughtfuny. “It's for your own good,
Frank,’ he said, and then started in
to dictate.
It proved a love story, in which the
hero, a cynical, ana rather world-weary
man, loved a girl to whom he was
afraid to propose, lest the step should
gerve only to terminate a pieasant
friendship which he had thoroughly en-
joyed.
gry for the
withheld,
tion Ly means of which the real state
words of love the
of her feelings was exposed. When 1t |
was finished, Ashton moved back from
the machine and fastened a wire clip
on the typewritten sheets.
“That was a pretty good story, Jim,”
he admitted, as he lit a fresh cigar,
“but you have a most unholy habit of
making copy out of your friends. I may
he dense, but I'm at least clever encugh
to see that you are picturing Effie
Goodwin and myself. Thegonly differ-
ence is that Effie wouldn't marry the
best man on earth, and I'm several de-
grees removed from being the best
man. She's so wrapped up in her ca-
reer that one can’t even talk love to
her, let alone propose.”
Thornton had returned to the arm-
chair and was regarding his friend
with quiet amusement. “You're clev-
er at some things, Frank,” he said,
“but when it comes to knowing Effie
you display the intelligence of an oys-
ter. In spite of your fad for posing as
a man of the world, you're gingularly
dense.”
“What do you mean?’ asked Ash-
ton, quickly. “What do you know?”
Thcrnton blew out a great cloud of
smoke. “Not much, if I let you tell
it,” he said, genially, “and if I told you
all I know, you would be wiser than
Still, |
It drew a picture of a girl bap Boniface
ond devised 5 clover Sita speaker, called his high-bred bull pup
ton. That you, Frank? Certainly, come
right up. I shan’t go to bed ior an hour
yet. * * * No, you won't disturb me
in the least. I've just finished a story
and I want to sit up for a while to
cool off. *# *¥ * Come up, and we'll have
something to drink and a biscuit.”
Twenty minutes later he answered
a ring at the bell and admitted Ash-
ton. “Come right in, Frank,” he said;
“the folks are geing out to supper af-
ter the play, and they won't be home
for an hour yet.” He led the way to
the library, and again curled himselt
up in the armchair, waiting patiently
till Ashton had again inspected the
bric-a-brac and was ready to speak.
Finally his friend drew a chair along-
side and knocked the ashes out of his
pipe into the fireplace.
“Jim.” he began, awkwardly, as he
replaced his pipe in its case with elab-
orate care, "have you seen Effie late-
1y 7”
“Not in a week,’
“Why?”
“Well, he answered,
there tonight, and 1 found her beastly
blue. I thought maybe that had giver
vou the idea for the story.”
“The last time I saw her,” he said,
she was looking as frisky as a Spring
lamb.”
Ashton swung around in his chair.
answered Thornton.
“I dropped in
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warmly.
Thornton laughed lazily as he sank
“Then why,” he demanded, looking his
friend squarely in the face, ‘“‘did you
write that story tonight?”
Thornton smiled faintly. “I've ‘had
an idea how the case stood for a long
time, Frank. To tell you the truth, I
was going to write another story when
{ 1 asked you to take my dictation, but
when you made fun of my eternal mar-
{ riages I changed my plot.”
retorted Ash- | P
“Well,” admitted Ashton, his face
growing red, ‘it came out all right.
He marries the girl next month. Will
you be the best man?”
Thornton shook his friend's hand
“With the greatest of pleas-
ure, old chap,” he said, heartily;
“nothing would please me more.” Then
to the typew riter table,
had written earlier
They blazed brightly
then crumpled, a few
ments, in the fireplace.
“What was that for?”
curiously.
“Because,” said
in the evening.
for a moment,
charred frag-
asked Ashton,
Thornton, “it has
fulfilled its purpose!” And Ashton un-
derstood.—New York Times.
BULLDOGS NOT GOOD POINTERS.
Might Be All Right if They Had Different’
Noses and Didn't Eat Birds.
“Say, George, lend me your dog. I
| want to go out and get a bird or two
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for cur supper; I want some kind of
game food, and the only way you can
get it in Colorado is to kill it your-
self.”
The one addressed as George was
| George C. Boniface, Jr. D. L. Don is
| the name of the, would-be borrower.
cast a withering look at the
to him and they two ascended to the
higher regions of the Adams.
“What in the name of common sense
| would you hunt with that bulldog?”
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| in the air.
1 am. You needn't try to pump me, |
because I'm not geing to say another
word.”
He lay quietly in the chair. idly
watching Ashton with hailf-closed eyes
as the latter tramped restlessly around
the library, examining with painful
minuteness the bits of bric-a-brac
with which the apartment was decorat-
ed. Presently he slipped on his coat,
and, catching up his hat, came over
to where Thoruton sat. “So long, Jim,”
he said, with a badiy assumed alr of
carelessness; “I'm going to take a run
down the street. Will you be down at
tne ouce tomorrow at 9?”
Thornton nodded wiwnout speaking,
and a moment later the slamming of
the outsiae door announced Ashton’s
departure.
Thornton sat for a while, revolving
was asked of Mr. Don.
“Birds,” said Mr. D.
“Game birds? No?”
“Yes, game birds,” said Don, who is
a sharp in matters pertaining to game
and owns a string of 14 of the best-
blooded bird dogs in the country.
“Never heard of such a thing?” in-
credulously.
“Can’t help it. Fact, though, I have
hunted birds over a well-trained, full-
blooded bulldog, and had good shoot-
ing, too. This dog was the property of
a Syracuse gentleman, who began
training her when she was a pup. She
learned 2il the tricks readily, and was
really far better than some bird dogs I
have shot over. She ranged rapidly
and widely, was well muscied, ambi-
tious and untiring, and could put up as
many birds as the next. No, she did
not lift her foraio as you so often
sce a good Chesapeake go, neither did
She had a stump tail, with
nary a feather in it to wave.
“In coming to a point she was al- |
ways right as to distance in point, but
her nose was a little too wide for con- |
centration and your birds sometimes
get up so far to right or left as to
make you do your work pert and live-
ly. For a crack shot she was a bird of
a dog. She had only one fault—would
eat every blessed bird you downed;
seemed to think she was entitled to
the game, while you came in for the
fun of shooting. 1 once killed 27
fat quail over her, and got not even a
bunch of feathers to take heme.”
A dead silence shut out the noise of
the passing street cars.—Denver Post.
Testing a Baby's Mind.
In an experiment whose purpose was
| to trace the stages of development of
in his mind the plot of a story he |
wanted to take up,
down at the desk,
tne first draft. <1.e family had gone
to the theatre, and for two hours he |
wrote rapidly and without interrup-
tion. Only the s tching of the pen
disturbed the stillness. At last he
stopped in the middle of the sheet.
and then, sitting
started to lay out
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iect, as cats and monkeys
But on the 420th day of
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a baby’s mind the infant was placed
before a mirror daily. During the
carliest stages of the test he simply
looked at his reflection as birds do. He
next showed fear of it, as do many of
the higher animals. He then grasped
at it with his hands as cats strike at
reflections with their paws. Later he
locked behind the glass to find the ob-
have been
kuown to do.
his life he deliberately turned the glass
at different angles to obtain required
like a plume }
“Well,” he said. unconsciously speak- | reflections, an intelligence not pos-
ing aloud, “that will be all right, I! sessed by any animal other than man.
guess, when it’s polished up, though | pH Hb pmrmEI.
it’s another one of those marriages ! The Horse Chestnut Tree.
that are not made in heaven, but are
contracted purely because the editors
The horse chestnut tree is supposed
tc lave originated in Northern India,
insist upon it. 1 suppose that Ashton | and is very extensive®y cultivated as
will jeer at it. but—" ! an ornamental shade tree. The nuts
The ringing of the telephone bell | are used in South Europe for feeding
prevented the completion of the sen- | sheep and horses. The American spe-
tence. Thornton reached from the re- | cies grows in the western and south-
eeiver. “Yes,” he said. “this is Thorn- | ern United States.
SERMON FOR SUNDAY
ELOQUENT DISCOURSE ON “THREE
WAYS OF TREATING A SINNER.”
The Rev. Dr. J. Wilbur Chapman Tells of
the World's Treatment, the Law’s
Treatment and the Saviour’s Treat-
ment of the Erring.
NEW York CIty. — The distin guished
ev angelist, the Rev. Dr. J. Wilbur Chap-
man,
has prepared the following sermon
for the press.
It is entitled “Three Ways
of Treating a Sinner, > and was preached
irom the text: “Neither do 1 condemn
thee; go. and sin no more.” John 8: 11.
There is something exceedingly pathetic
in the beginning of this chapter where we
read Jeans went unto the Mount of Olives.
I know the critics say that this story does
not beleng to the New Testament, but did
you ever see a better representation of
Christ. first, in His going out to the
f Oli as He was accustomed to,
in His rising early in the morn-
secondly.
ing that He might come again in touch
with the great throbbing mas
much in need of His service. Thirdly.
His sitting dow: and teaching. Ties
that He spoke with authority. Fourth, in
the scorn with which He treated the Phar-
isees as they condemned this poor, unfor-
tunate woman, when He said, ‘‘He that is
without sin among you let him first cast a
stone at her,” and finally in His tender
treatment of the sinner herself when He
said, “Neither do I condemn thee; go, and
sin no more.” This is all very like lim,
and somehow I cannot get it out of my
mind that it belongs just where we have
ever found it, and that anything which
has so genuine a ring as this must have
been given to us by inspiration of God.
But the pathos of the first verse,comes to
us when we connect it with thexlast verse
of the 7th chapter of John, “And every
man went unto his own hous Jesus
went unto the Mount.of Olives. They all
had houses. His commonest accuser had a
home. The people that helped Him all had
lodgings somewhere, but the Son of Man
had not where to lay His head. He was
rich, but for our sakes He became poor, a
homeless wanderer. although the cattle on
a thousand hills were His and the very
world in which He lived had been only, as
it were, His footstool. It is really touch-
ing to see Him going to the Mount of
Olives. It may be that He went to lodge
with a friend, possibly to sleep out in the
open air, with only the blue sky above
Him; perhaps He went to pray, for again
and again do Wwe find Him in communion
with His Father on this mountain side, and
He may have gone just to wait upon God
that He might have some new message
from heaven or that some new direction
might be given to His life of self-sacrifice.
He was a ways going in the direction of
this mountain, and it is for this reason
that Christian travelers always are ever
delighted to do the same thing, but at this
particular time He was up early in the
morning. What a worker He was. The
most tireless. servant the world has ever
seen was our Master, beginning in His
childhood when He said, “Wist ye not that
I must be about My Father's business,”
going out in His ministry when He de-
clares, “I must work the works of Him
that sent Me while it is day, for the night
cometh when no man can w ork,” saying as
e said on the well curb, “My meat is to
do the will of Him that sent Me.” and
then stepping into a boat and pushing off
from the shore when the crowd is too great
to make His ministry helpful, thus using
the boat for His pulpit. ‘By ‘day and by
night He toiled, in heat or in cold He la-
bored, with the multitudes following Him
shouting hosanna, and the mob close
tracking after Him, let’ Him be riod
He did nothing but work. What a joy it
was to Him to say as He came up to the
cross, “I have finished the work Thou
gavest Me to do.” How few men can say
it. Most men feel as if they were bht at
the beginning of their life’s journey when
they stop it, and say with regret, if IT
could but live my life over again I would
do something worthy of note, but Jesus
finished His work. 1 like to picture Him
rising in the Mount of Olives. The scene
must have been most beautiful. There is
the city of the king lying at His very feet,
the city He loved with passionate devo
tion. That valley yonder is the XKidron,
between Him and Jerusalem, and that
stretch of hills in the distance with the pe-
culiar haze of the Holy Land upon them,
looking more like a string of jewels than
anything else, are the Mountains of Mohab.
Looking off in the direction in which Jesus
must have ever turned His eyes, that glis-
tening light in the distance comes from the
Dead Sea. but He cares not for beautiful
scenery, although He was in love with all
nature. He taught all day yesterday and
He must teach to-day, so down the mount-
ain side He goes. past the garden where
later He is to suffer, over the Kidron, in
through the gates and He is at the temple
and takes His seat, with the people throng-
ing about Him. The day’s work is begun.
shall never take this story out of my
Bible, and if others remove it IT shall keep
it ever in my heart till T see Him. I find
in it three ways of treating a sinner.
First, the. world’s way, which is cruel in
the extreme.
Second, the law's
lentless as death.
s of people is
way, which is as re-
ird, the Saviour’s treatment, which
prese ents to us a sublimer picture than any-
thing the world has ever seen.
1.
The world’s treatment of a sinner. “And
carly in the morning He came again into
the temple. and all the people came unto
| Him, and He sat down and taught them.
And the Scribes and Pharisees brought
into Him a woman taken in adultery, and |
. when they had set her in the midst they
say unto Him, Master, this woman was
taken in adultery, in the very act.” Verses
2-4. Sin is an awful thing. You do not
need to turn to the Bible to understand
this; read the daily newspapers, keep
your ry and ears open as you walk the
streets of the city: but still you may read
it in this account, which is almost 2000
yous old. It is a woman the mob has
taken and hurried into the presence of the
Master. You can understand how a man
could sin, but not a woman, yet if our
hearts were known how many of us, with-
out respect to sex, would stand con-.
! demned in the presence of Him who has
said’ that anger is murder and an evil im-
agination is sin.
The ‘other day in a place of sinful resort
| a man ruddenly stood up and rapping on
| the table with a revolver said, ear me,’
and when other men with frichtened faces
would have left the room he commanded
them to stop and said. “I used to have a
happy home, a wife and children; now look
at me. a horrible wreck, my family gone,
my situation taken from me, my friends
have forsaken me,” and before they could
stop him he had sent his soul into the
presence of his maker. This story of a
man is of common. occurrence, but I know
almost identically the same wretched story
concerning a woman. Satan has no respect
for sex, and since women seem to fall from
greater heights than’ men, somehow, alas,
they seem to go to greater depths. I suppose
that we all of us fall because we come to
trifle with sin. You avoid the house that
has the mark of a contagious disease upon
it, and yet you can scarcely read a news-
paper but in it you will see the awful de-
tails of some heartbreaking scene, and be-
fore you know it you are as familiar with
the circumstances as if you had lived in
them yourself, and you ‘place yourself in
danger of being inoculated with the virus
of a worse disease than the world has ever
geen. Possibly we fail all of us because we
allow some sin to tarry in our hearts, and
with deadening influence which may be so
imperceptible at first it blinds our eyes to
our danger, and causes us to be indifferent
to every appeal made to us. When the
old elm on the Boston Common was cut
down a flattened bullet was found almost
at its heart, and men estimated as they
could well do that the bullet had been
there for 200
years. and man us have
allowed sins to enter our hes: in the
days of our vouth which have pursued us
until old age and caused our wreck. Ti
women are not exempt irom sin God pity
the men.
But this mob th
hurried this poor
woman into the presence of Jesus was not
an honest company of men. I know it be-
cause in the seventh chapter I read they
called Him a deceiver. while in the eighth
they addressed Him as Master and Teach-
er. In the sixth verse of this [eighth chap-
ter we also read that they brought this
woman. tempting Him. for they wanted
to catch Him on either one of these two
points, first, if He accepted Mc law
then they would turn the Roman citizens
against Him and condemn Him because
He would pag another to death. If He re-
pudiated the law of Moses the Jewis h pop-
ulace would have been His enemies, bat
nevertheless it is a true picture of the
world. Have nothing to do with it, there-
fore: as you love vour own souls, beware
of it. It has slain its thousands and tens
of thousands. What ruined Lot's wife?
the world; what ruined Achan until he de-
feated the whole camp of Israel? the
world: what ruined Judas until he sold
his very soul for greed of wealth? the
world; what has ruined ten thousand souls
that are to-day shut away from God and
hope, this same old world, “And what shall
it profit a man if he gain the whole world
and lose his own soul.’
First, the world is critical. Tt will find
every flaw that exists in your nature; im-
perfections to which your loved ones would
be blind, and which you yourself were
hardly aware of will be pointed out and
vulgarly displayed.
Second, it is merciless. It has positively
no excuse for the man that fails. and while
never offering to help him over his difficul-
ties when the tide is against him it laughs
at his despair and mocks at his hopeless-
ness.
Third, it is beartless. There is no for-
giveness in the world. There may be some
time a disposition to overlook but not to
forgive, and this sort of forgiveness has
nothing in it of a helpful nature to yoo
lost, sinning humanity. You whe belong
to the world. may I say to you in all se-
riousness, don’t cast a stole at a man
that is a sinner for the reason that you
are. or have been, or may he, just what you
condemn in others. No one of us except
we are linked to the Son of God by faith
and walking heartily in fellowship with
Him nay hope to escape from the awful
grip of Satan. Don’t be unforgiving. He
that cannot forgive others breaks down the
ridge over which he must pass himself,
and he who is unwilling to forgive others
makes it impossible for God to forgive him;
but thank God we are not shut up to the
world. There is an open door before us to
that which is infinitely better than any-
thing the world has ever seen.
II.
The law's treatment. “Now, Moses in
the law commanded us that such should be
stoned. but what sayest Thou?’ Verse 5.
This statement is perfectly true, that is the
law. It was written by Moses and written
to him of God. There are only two forces
in operation {to-day in the moral world,
law“and grace. Through one or the other
of these forces we have submitted our-
selves and by one or the other we must
hope to stand before God. By the way of
the Jaw the case would seem to be hope-
less. One act of sin is sufficie nt to mmcur
the penalty of death. It is always so with
law; if a man takes one false step in the
mountains he lands himself at the bottom
of the abyss; there is no mercy shown by
the law. Dr. Parkhurst gives the descrip-
tion of his climbing the mountains in
Switzerland with a rope around his waist,
held by two guides, one leading and the
other following after him, when he stood
upon a little piece of rock not two inches
broad and looked down into the depth,
which measures 3000 jeet. If he had bro:
ken the law of gravitation and stepped out
from the narrow ledge nothing could have
saved him from a horrible death. We can
auite understand this in nature; the same
thing applies in morals. Tf you sin against
your health you suffer. Law is a shrewd
detective, and is ever on the watch. One
wheel broken in the machinery and the
whole is inefficient; one piece of a rail dis-
placed means fearful disaster. Just one
transgression of one law of God the pen-
alty ; must be paid. ‘‘He that offends in one
point is guilty. of all,” the Scriptures de-
clare, which simply means that the least
offense of the law means a breaking away.
from God. I repeat my statement that
there are but {wo forces in operation to-
day in the moral world. law and grace. 1f
you have rejected Christ then your only
Lope is in the law. and I should think
every man here must see that that is hope-
less. First, you must suffer, for every bro-
ken law means a penalty to pay. and every
transgression of God’s plan brings down
upon you a burden you cannot well bear.
Second, you will be found out. No man
has sufficient ingenuity to cover up his sin,
and no grave has yet ever been deep
enough to save the sinner from the search-
ing eye of God. Be sure your sin will find
you out. A truer text was never written.
Third, you must die. The wages of sin is
death. I beg you. therefore, that you will
not allow yourself to be controlled by the
law. Tt is likesthe world, merciless and
heartless, and presents to you an opportu-
nity of escape from sin. but. thank God.
vou are not shut up to it. There is a way
opening up which leads to heaven shining
hrigh ‘ter and brighter until the perfect day.
To this way I now commend you.
HE
Christ's treatment of a sinner. ‘But
Tesus stooped down and with His finger
wrote on the ground. as though He heard
them not. So when they continued asking
Him, He lifted up Himself and said unto
them, He that is without sin among you
Tet him first cast a stone at her. And again
tie stooped down and wrote on the ground.
And they which heard it, being convicted
by their own canines; ‘went out one by
one, beginning at the eldest even unto the
last, and Jesus was left alone and the wom-
an standing in the midst. When Jesus had
lifted up Himself, and saw none but the
woman, He said unto her, Woman, where
are those thine accusers? Hath no man
condemned thee? She said, No man, Lord.
And Jesus said unto her, Neither do I con-
demn thee; go, and sin no more.” Irom
verse 6 to 11. You have a great picture
presented to you in this story.
First, the angry crowd.
Second, the infinite Saviour. If I were
an artist I should paint it, and yet no man
could ever paint the picture of Christ. I
know of one who attempted it and then de-
termined that he would never paint again.
because after working upon the face of
Christ no other face could be worthy of his
skill. I doubt if any man could paint the
trembling woman, her face now flushed and
now pale, trembling in every part of her
body. and yet you can see it all as you stop
and think. I know why He was so merci-
ful. You say it was because He was di-
vine, and that is true without saying it,
but it seems to me He must have been es-
ecially merciful because of the night He
Pe sp2nt at the Mount of Olives. I am
perfectly sure that that man who prays
much with Christ is ever charitable in his
treatment of those who have gone astray.
Mrs. Whittemore’s treatment of Bluebird,
the peor fallen girl, who becomes the mis-
sionary to the outcast; Jerry McAuley’s
arm about S. H. Hadley and his praver.
w hich reveal to ‘the poor sinful man that
Jerry McAuley knew Christ. are but illus-
trations of the spirit of which I speak.
"The man who has the spirit of Christ
is ever gentle with the erring, and
up and down the streets of our cities men
zo in multitudes longing for just one word
of sympathy.
Said a young business man to me this
week: “I have been four years in New
York, most of the time with a heavy heart.
No one has ever spoken to me of Christ,
nor invited me to the church, nor asked if
he could be my friend, and T have never
craved money from any one, for I have not
needed it, but my heart has been hungry
for sympathy and the touch of a brother's
hand.” Do you notice the manner of Jesus.
First, “He stooped down and wrote in
the dust.” Some one has said that He did
it just because His mind was occupied
with thinking what He should do with the
sinner. and it was much the same spirit as
vou would have if you would scribble upon
a piece of paper w hile your mind was tak-
ing in some weighty problem. Some one
else his sugges sted that in the purity of
His nature, standing in the presence of the
woman of Sin, He stooped down to write
because He would hide the flushing of His
own face, That dust that w as then at His
feet 1s gone forever; only God Himself
could hring it back and vet if by miracle
He should bring it before us to-night I be-
lieve 1 know what would be written there-
on, “Neither ,do I condemn thee; go and
sin no more.” And I am gad that we are
not shut up to the sand for a record of that
truth. It is written in thie book. “There
is. therefore. no condemnation to them
which ave in Christ Jesus,” and this record
is eternal. “Heaven and earth shall pass,
but Mv word shall never pass away.’
Second, when He continued with bowed
head to write the crowd became exceed:
ingly anxious. and finally they asked Him
what He had to say about the woman who
was « sinner, and then comes one of the
randest sentences that ever fell from His
ips, and gives us all the ts of His
manhood, as well as the power of ‘His God-
hood when He said. “Let he who is with-
out sin cast the first stone.” I doubt not
the woman began to tr remble, and she must
have said to herself, “My punishment is
upon me, for here are these Pharisees who
have made loud professions of their purity,
surely they will cast the first stone.” but
never a hand was lifted and never a stone
was thrown, which only reveals to me the
fact that when men are cast with those
men who are sinful. not outbreakingiy sin-
ful, but nevertheless wrong in the sight of
God, who of us could cast the first stone in
this assembly to-night? The very fact that
hands are not lifted and stones are not
thrown is our own condemnation.
Third, in the ninth verse we read, ‘“‘And
they which heard it being convicted by
their own conscience, went out one by one,
beginning at the eldest, even unto the last,
and Jesus was left alone and the woman
standing in the midst.” That to my mind
is the most dramatic scene in all the chap-
ter, if not in the New Testament. Sud-
denly the shouts of the mob are hushed,
they have taken their hands off from the
trembling woman, they are speechless in
the presence of this Son of God, and with-
out consultation they begin to slink away.
I can see them go, until finally the last one
is gone and there is the hush of death upon
the two as they stand together. You can
all but hear the throbhing of their hearts;
vou can detect the quick breathing of the
woman, who thinks that the time for sen-
tence has come. Mercy and pity face each
other, and mercy waits for pity to speak.
“Neither do I condemn thee: go and sin
no more.” And we are ever to remember
! \ oo
three ins in connection with our Sa-
viour:
First, there is never a question as to
how deeply we have sinned: the stories of
the greatest sinners are told in the New
Testament for our hope.
Second, there is power enough in the
bl ood of the Son to blot out the deepest
sin. Though your sins be as scarlet they
shall be as w hite as snow; though they be
crimson they shall be as wool.
And the third thing to- remember is if
the man with sin is like the sands of the
sea for number if he would feel the power
of the shed blood of the Son of God he
must by real faith and honest confession
lay hold upon Him for eternal life.
His kindness lifted her burden, and the
world is just dying to-day for the want of
sympathy. I think the time is long past
when men are willing in these days to
spend an hour in listening to abstract rea-
soning or deep theological discussions. I
feel confident that the time is upon us
when nien are veady to explain to that
church, or that minister ready to bestow a
word of cheer, ready to help a little in
bearing the burden of life.
A woman came with a handful of sand
to her minister and said. “My sins are like
that for number,” and he said. “Take the
sand back to the sea and let a wave roll
over your handful of sand and they will be
gone. Tomight I, bring you to the sea
greater than any the world has ever looked
upon.
“There is a fountain filled with blood,
Drawn from Immanuel’s vein,
And sinners plunged beneath that flood,
Lose all their guilty stains.
Neither do I condemn thee,” said Jesus
when «ll her accusers had slipped away.
We do not know what became. of this
woman, but I am perfectly sure
never sinned again. This is the secret of
victory over sin: Catch a glimpse of the
face fairer than all the sons of men, listen
but once to the sound of His voice, sweeter
than all the music of earth. How the man
that preaches the development of character
can match ‘this matchless story I cannot
see: how the man who takes the blood out
of the word of God and the sacrificial part.
away from the death of Christ can for a
moment compare his message with this
story of the divine Son of God is more than
I can tell. I bid all. burdened ones
weighed down because of sin to come into
His presence to-night and you can hear
Him say “Neither dol condemn thee; go
and sin no more.”
‘fhe Example of Patience.
The example of God’s forbearance and
the incentive of His trust help to prepare
us for that self-control and patient waiting
which are, perhaps, the most diflicult arts
of living. Preachers of the strenuous life
often forget that for one who dares to act
there must be many who are compelled to
wait and to endure. It is not the charge
which commanders dread for their com-
mands, it is the waiting before the word to
churns is given. Action relieves the tension
of the nerves and occupies the thought.
The example of God's patience is not in it-
self a sufficient incentive in our time of
need. God waits because He knows. He
sees the end from the beginning, and is
never tempted to gah uaripe fruit as
we so often are. He asks us to be sharers
of His patience by the exercise of faith.
We can wait because we believe. He
trusts us in the partnership of work and
waiting, and we renounce and have pa-
tience “because we trust Him for the end
IIe promises.—The Congregationalist.
Work.
Werk is given to men not only, nor so
much, perhaps, because the world needs it.
Men make work, but work makes men.
An office is not a place for making money;
it is a place for making men. A workshop
is not a place for making machinery, for
fitting. engines and turning cylinders; it is
a place for making souls, for fitting out
honest, modest, whole natured men. For
Providence cares less for winning causes
than that men, whether losing or winning,
should be great and true; cares nothing
that reforms should drag their cause from
year to year bewilderingly, but that men
and nations, in carrying them out, should
find there education, discipline, unselfish-
ness and growth in grace.—Henry Drum-
mond.
Politeness An Attitude.
Politeness appears to be what goodness
really is, and is an attitude rather than an
action. Fine breeding is not the mere
learning of any code of manners any more
than gracefulness is the mere learning of
any kind of physical exercise. The gentle-
man apparently as the Christian really,
looks not on his own things, but on the
things of others, and the selfish person is
alwave both un-Christian and ill-bred. —El-
len T. Fowler.
A Perpetual Life.
We have not divined the whole Ciospel
when we point to the four Gospels and
say: “Jt is all there.” Only in a limited
sense is that true, for the life they record
is a perpetual life among men. There are
volumes of it in the life of to-day that are
not put into print and bound up in a book.
—Rev. J. A. Rondthaler.
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KEYSTONE STATE NEWS CONDENSED
PENSIONS GRANTED.
Sergeant Wadsworth Arrested—Burg-
lars Foiled—Model Town—Pcis-
cned the Stock.
Pensions were granted during the
past week to the following: William
E. Thomas, Hoytville, $12; James
Bryant, Towanda, $24; Harrison Lohr,
Reitz, $10; John Bottorff, Benore, $17;
Williamn Bice, Mt. Union, $10; Isaac
Ling, Imler, $17; Michael Summers,
Hooversville, $17; Anna*® Williams,
Richardsville, $8; Lucia C. Garrison,
Granvilie, Center, $12; George Van-
dergrift, New Castle, $24; John A.
Lewis, Havine, $17: William H.
Cronce, Blossburg, $24: Josepn Mur-
ray, Oakmont, $10; Thomas Jolly,
Big Bend, $10; George M. Burbank,
Honoye, $12; Alexander S. Alexandér,
Reeds Gap, $24; John Gilford, Titus-
ville, $24; Cameron Winship, Annin-
creek, $17; Sidney A. Nowell, State
Line, $8; Nettie Bly, Osceola, $3.
The Buffale, Rochester & Pitts-
burg Railway Company will install
along its entire system telegraphones
instead of telegraph. This new and
peculiar system permits the sending
of telegraph messages and of talk-
ing both ways at the same time over
the same wire. Instruments will be
placed in cabooses, freight engines,
stations and blind sidings. In case of
accident connections can be made
within ono minute, so the contractors
claim.
Patrick Delaney, of Hollidaysburg,
is under arrest, charged with feeding
poisoned apples to the live stock on
the farm of John Henry, of Blair
township. Small chunks of dynamite
were found lying exposed in the fields
where the cattle grazed. A favorite
trick of the poisoner was to hollow,
out an apple, fill it with paris green
and then place it where a cow or
horse would see and eat the supposed
dainty.
Sergeant Arthur Wadsworth, of the
Eighteenth regiment, who, while in
the line of duty, shot and instantly
killed William Durham in the mining
regions, was arrested on a warrant
issued in Schuylkill county at Pitts-
burg. He was taken before the state
supreme court on a writ of habeas
corpus and relcased on $500 bail
pending argument before the court
in January at Philadelphia
A fatal shooting, surrounded by
considerable mystery, occurred at Al-
toona. (Ambrose Gehl, a 15-year-old
boy, was the victim. He was shot in
the neck and died an hour later. Two
boys, Blaine and William Dodson,
aged 16 and 19, respectively, and Mrs.
Rachel Brode and Mrs. Lizzie Sham-
baugh are under arrest, charged with
the crime.
Charters have heen issued to the
following: The PP. W. Kuehner Com-
pany, Beaver Falls, capital, $12,000;
Saw Mill Run Coal and Supply Com-
panyy, Allegheny, capital $1,000;
Batdhelor-Steutrett Company, Mon-
aca, capital, $1.000; Foster Oil and
Gas Company, Bradford, capital, $20,-
€00; Hoffman Natural Gas Company,
Bradrord, capital, $20,000.
Charles Higby, a stone cutter, at
Warren, was shot in the shoulder by
Detective Gallegher, of the Pennsyl-
vania railroad. Higby boarded a
freight train. He was discovered by
the officer and ordered off. He jumped
and started to run, when the officer
fired twice, the second shot taking
effect in the shoulder. A
Frederick Barkaroff, a Russian
miner arrested and put in the Irwin
lockup on a charge of drunkenness,
attempted to hang himself in his cell.
Officers, attracted by groans, found
Rarkaroff suspended from the cross
bars and slowly strangling to death.
When discovered and cut down life
was almost extinct.
Chalmers Hite, aged 17, while hunt-
ing in the neighborhood of his home
at Glade Run station, Butler county,
attempted to pull his gun through a
crack in a fence. The weapon was
discharged and the entire load of shot
entered the boy's right lung. He
will die.
Burglars were discovered in the
building of the Saitsburg National
bank and there was an exchange of
shots between Mr, * Taylor, who re-
sides on the opposite side of the
street from the bank building, and
the burglars. Nothing was stclen,
A syndicate of New York capital-
ists has purchased ground in Juniata
borough, a suburb of Altoona. and
will erect a model town of 100 houses
for rental or sale to the employes of
the Pennsylvania railroad shops.
Warren Billingsley, aged 18, of Cali:
fornia, was lodged in jail at Washing:
ton on -a charge of forgery preferred
by the First National bank, cf Cali-
fornia. It is alleged that Billingsley
presented a bogus check for $42.
Pennsylvania Railrcad Engineer
Thomas H. Burke met his death on
the sidetrack at Berwind-White
Fureka mine No. 6 as the resuit of a
mistake by a new brakeman, who leit
a switch open.
Near Bellefontaine Farmer Minow
Headings ordcred Christopher Fet-
ters not to hunt on his farm. Fetters
assaulted Headings with his gun and
Headings has sued for $5,000 for in-
juries.
A. E. Ross, a telegraph operator at
Adamsville, is in a dying condition
at the hospital in Mercer, the result
of a fall. :
Towns along ‘the line of the Penn-
avlvania railroad hetween Pitcairn
and Greenshurg are making a move
toward gettinz a suburban service
from Pittsburg.
The blast furnace of the Sharon
Steel Company at Scuth Sharon has
closed down on account
dent.
weeks.
David E. Beack, of Chambersburg,
has been appointed a special laborer
in the New York Navy Yard.
The residence of Edward Binder, at
Ford City, was wrecked by a gas ex-
plosion.
The plant may be idle for six
of an acei-
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