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July 31, 1912] THE
"The Anderson and the Griffith boys and
Will Hamer and Sam Van Leer."
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u?w.v uku i/iunu uuji n iruin ute uesi
families in the neighborhood. But, mother, did
John forget to tell you that a few more boys
had joined that company?Jack Quinn, whose
father keeps the notorious saloon; Mike Donnelly,
son of a low-bred politician; and more
of that type? No matter. Perhaps they are
not so very different from your boy after all.
"But this is Sabbath," father suddenly remembers.
"Doesn't he go to Sabbath school
any more?"
"He hasn't been there for several weeks."
"Why?"
"T cnnnnco Via tVinVo ^ ? A? 1 "
- ??*y i.iiilinn lie HUH grown IOC) l>lg.
Go after the boy, father. To the boathouse?
Yes, or to any other place he may be this Sabhath
afternoon. Do not go in anger, with stern
reproach or arbitrary command, but go with
loving pity and sympathy to bring him back.
And wherever he goes, be his companion. Let
his interest be your interests. Learn his ambitions.
Tf hp hoc nrnio """" ?
..M0 i.v/uv, vAcatc nuiuc.
Another five years pass, and there comes the
same query: "Where is John?"
"I do not know," mother replies. "He never
tells me now."
Ah, the pathos of it! But try as you will,
sweet mother lips, you cannot utter the sob
that is in the heart. It seems but yesterday
those same lips sang the baby John to sleep
while the heart built magnificient castles?virtue,
love, achievement. They seemed so sure, so
strong, those castles; but now they are blown
over with the breath of these few words: "He
never tells me now!"
"Where is John?" You have asked that
question many times in the past, father; and
you were satisfied when mother answered. You
will ask that question many times in the future;
but there will be no answer. Long after
the lips have ceased to repeat the query, your
heart and soul will reiterate it, for in your
innermost being will be the bitterness of a
fearful disappointment. How gladly would you
then recall the days when the little fellow
romped through the house while you complained
of his noise or shunned his society!
Because you spurned his companionship then,
you will one day yearn for a fellowship which
you cannot win.?Harry E. Bartow, in Mother's
Magazine.
SHE WAS "USELESSLY SWEET."
"She seems to be a genial, comfort-loving
sort of woman, but uselessly sweet," was.the
comment made by one who had had a conversation
with a woman who seemed to be more
fond of hotel life than of home life. The comment
may have been wide of the mark in that
particular case; but does it not apply to an increasing
number of women to whom the duties
and responsibilities of home life are most
irksome, and who find their only pleasure outside
of the home circle? What mothers need
to impress upon their daughters in these days
of pleasure-seeking is the supreme importance
of bringing sweetness and sunshine into the
home. It is PAmnnrntivolir *** 1 ? -
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sweet exterior away from the routine duties
and responsibilities of life, but the one great
art above all other arts is the art of making
a home. No woman is to be blamed who occasionally
becomes weary of the ceaseless g^ind
of home duty; but far higher than the ambition
of being queen of a social group, or queen
of a kingdom, is the noble desire to bjp queen
of the home. Sweetness there is the nefed of
A.V- *
me nome.?The Lutheran.
PRESBYTERIAN OF THE S <
THE REST O* CREATION.
'Tis a weary, w*ary worl'
We are livin* In the noo,?
A woiT full o' sin and o* sorrow;
The Rest o' Pair Creation,
Frae our lovln' God and true.
Has fled to the Land of Tomorrow.
"Twas a waful, waful day,
When the Tempter won the ftght f
And broke un the Rest rrpntinn
To the angels o' Heaven,
Sich a miserable sight,?
The curse upon each generation.
'Twas a blessed, blessed hour.
When the Seed o' Woman came
And wrestled alone In Temptation:
In the Wilderness Triumph,
'How He won redeeming fame
As Restorer o' God's Creation!
O the happy, happy time,
T*u?n tne aon or Man appears,
To bring back the Rest o' Creation:
And Death shall he nae longer,
Frae our een Hell wipe *the tears,?
Our Hope, in the Regeneration!
O the matchless, matchless One
"Whom the Heavens now retain,
The Exile from earth's persecution:
In all Thy brilliant splendor,
Did the shoutings of Thy train,
Bring on the Times o* Restitution!
Eutaw, Ala. ?J. W. Walden.
"ANY IN HEAVEN, TOO."
Little Mary was sitting with her Uncle George
one afternoon. Uncle George had told her I)
keep quiet, as he had some accounts to look
over; so Mary busied herself with a picture
book. For an hour all was still, then Mary heard
her uncle say:
"There, I have quite a nice little sum laid up
against a time of need."
"What are you talking about, Uncle George?"
asked Mary.
"About my treasures, little girl, that I have
laid up."
"Up in heaven?" asked Mary, who had heard
her father that morning read about laying up
treasures in heaven.
'' O, no, Mary; my treasures are all on earth?
some in banks and some in other places," answered
Uncle George.
"But haven't you got any in heaven, too?"
asked Mary.
"Well, I don't believe I have," said Uncle
George, thoughtfully. "But run away to your
mother now, for I am going out."
Uncle George went out, and was gone a good
while, but all the time he was thinking that,
after all, perhaps he was not so well off if he
had no treasure laid up in heaven, to be ready
for him when he left this world and his money
behind him. He was so impressed with the
tnought that he wisely determined to lay up
treasures in heaven. He did so.
Little Mary never knew until years after?
when she, also, with a clearer understanding of
what it meant, began to lay up for herself treasures
in heaven?that it was her childish question
that started Uncle George on a generous,
active, Christian life.?Zion's Herald.
Lack of sympathy with the purposes of Jesus
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j.-? wxic uj. uiie dangers mat threatens the Christian's
life. .Jesus proposes to save men through
the agency of those who love him. If his disciples
do not sympathize with that purpose, if.
they are not filled with pity and love for the
lost, they cannot carry out his loving plans for
winning men. There must be in the heart of
every believer loyal and constant sympathy with
the purpose of Christ who came to seek and to
save them that are lost.?Exchange.
3 U T H (891) 5
THOUGHTS FOR QUIET HOURS.
It is a great achievement to know our limitations,
provided?always provided, we keep with
in them.
If we know them and then deliberately go
beyond them, then we sin, but if we keep within
them, by the grace of God, how much happier
we feel, and how much larger room we
find that we really have.
Do you not think that the most discouraging
eases we meet with, in our efforts to win souls
to Christ, are the superficial, and the self- cen
tered among women and the men who are satisfied
with their moral lives, or are "too busy"
to pay attention to the religious life?now?
but say that when they are rich, or, when they
are old they will think about these things.
Are we right in feeling that we may let them
alone?at least for the present!
There are a plenty of people ready to speak
the truth, hut not so many to speak it in love,
especially if it is the least bit like fault-finding,
that i-s, if it sounds like fault-finding, for there
are so many who do not seem to know the difference
between honest love that is not blind,
and that critical spirit that is always ready
to see your faults aud tell you about them.
TTTt- _ a . ?
w nai a pity, wnat a pity!
There are many friendships that have been
frozen ont by this misunderstanding.
Tt is better to set some people an example than
to advise them. Even when some folks ask for
advise, they never take it unless it happens to
agree with their own ideas. What they want
really, is your approval of what they are doing,
and if you suggest even the slightest disapproval
of their actions, they?well they just
drift away, and before you know it you have
lost their friendship, or what they called friendship,
and it is better not to try to win them
hack. You can pray for them, you know, and
after all what service of friendship equals this?
It matters little whether they ever know this.
God knows, and if He sees that it would help
them to know this, somehow it will come to their
knowledge and in the right time too.
It Ls easy enough to notice how "touchy"
people are, if you are "touchy" yourself. "It
takes a thief to catch a thief you know!
One of of the touchiest people I ever knew
was that way. A fellow feeling did not always
make him kiud, but it made him very observant.
He was as sensitive as the little plant called
Touch-mernot, and so he knew almost as soon
as a thing was said that it was meant to hurt,
and he closed his lips and sometimes his heart,
and was miserable accordingly.
Oh, if we only realized the uncertainty of
life more, surely we would not waste our friendships
as we do. O. D.
LIVING FOR CHRIST.
The heat. hl#?ssincra anH tho h/Uioo*
~ MVUOOO uuaunco U L
God's saints are the harvest of pain. The
pleasant things are the easiest for us to accept?and
these, too, are parts of Christ's purpose.
We must not think that His will always
means hard things. Some people always say,
"Thy will be done," as if God's will were some
thing terrible. But we have a thousand glad
experiences in life to one that is sad, a thousand
days of bright blue skies to the one that
is dark and cloudy. And the joyous things
bring their blessings, too. We must not get
the impression that all the sacred things
of Christian life come throuerh nam that
enriched and made more worthy only when
we are suffering. We receive countless joys.
The sunshine, too, is full of love and full of
life.?Ex.