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THE ATLANTA SFTVfT-WEEKLY JOURNAL, ATLANTA, GA., FRIDAY, OCTOBER 17, 1913.
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LIZZll O. THQMAc?
CHAT.
This is such a perfect day, there is
an exhiliration, something that quick
ens the blood and puts such a thankful
ness into the heart, one feels like
Ringing, “Praise God From Whom All
felessings Flow.” The golden-rod has
fitted the woods with yellow banners,
th* breeze is waving them and across
the hv-ls there seems a veritable car
pet of purple and gold that closer in-
epvsnon snows us are masses of as
ters fend golden-rod. The nuts and per-
eimnWis are tempting squirrels and
cmlafCb, while an occasional bunch of
grapes calls forth shouts of Joy over
the unexpected find.
The harvesters are busy and their
strong, cheery voices add the final
touch to a perfect day. Thank God for
. this blessed year.' Thank God for the
harvest and the fact that in these
days of civilization there is not only
no need to starve, but there is the
blessed privilege of sharing one’s
.abundance. Sharing does not always
mean giving - things away. There are
frequently occasions when one has suf
ficient money to pay for one’s desires
or needs, but the article is not for
sale. I once knew a woman who had
an abundance of. we* will say, cab
bages. as it was not really cabbages,
and none of her neighbors had any.
They looked longingly at them and
would gladly, have bought, but she was
a snobbish sort of woman and said,
“Xo, indfeed,” she did not sell cabbages.
She would, give them some, but her
hens and calf could eat her surplus.
The neighbors wouldn't put themselves
under obligations and the cal fgot
them..
She missed one of the pleasures of
life. We share the glorious sunshine,
birds and changing foliage and 'are
happy, in being able to call our neigh
bors’ attention to these beauties. We
share our flowers and fruit and rejoice
r ir: our abundance, so why not swap
e\en and share the more substantial
things of life?
» We think of the poet Goethe as a
rather solemn chap. Most of the things
that have appealed to tha German trans
lator’s mind have been that sort, but
here is a gem that we might store
away for future comfort:
“What I don’t see
Don’t trouble me;
And what I see
Might trouble me.
Did I not know
That it must be so.”
With this idea helping us to see the
beauties of autumn we must not think
of November’s chilling blasts, nor the
dulled gold that old Boreas will soon
put over the golden-rod. We can enjoy
the mapl^ and dogwood trees just as
they are and when they really have
leafless branches we can remember
these beautiful days and think how
swiftly time flies and how soon there
will be glorious canopies of white or
faint green over the trees and the bare
earth.
Have you ever seen a carpenter build
ing steps? They may be very handsome,
very ornamental, veritable gems of'
architecture when completed and placed
in position, but, piece by piece, they do
hot appeal to one. By steps we climb to
higher things. The rooms, the upper
story, the tower or pavilion that cannot
be reached except step by step is the ob
jective point* but do you not know peo
ple who absolutely refuse to build steps?
Our every-day so-called commonplace
life should be an honor to ourselves and
to God. As we climb the steps of our
houses we should daily climb the steps
of circumstances and enter the inner
chambers that hold so much that may
help us. And when we help ourselves
let us try to see who else can be helped
at the same time.
This October day gives me another
thought: The wind has taken some seeds
across the yard. A feathered one lies on
my desk. The butterfly lightness carries
a tiny bit of life that must lie in the
ground through rain and snow, in this
‘‘horrible mud,” as Georgia, soil is so
often called, and, after months of wait
ing, there will be warmth and sunshine
to call to the seed, and a faint green
- will show, just a tiny thread, but many
of them win respond and, lo! the earth
will be clothed again in living green.
Don’t you sometimes feel as if the
night is peopled with forebodings, that
all the things you ever tried to do just
did miss success or were utter failures?
Think of these times as the winter
time, the waiting time, and put your
mind and heart in the receptive state to
hear just, what God wants you to do.
His hand may be on your shoulder, His
voice may be saying, “Be still and know
that I am God.”
It was not til the prophet heard the
“still small voice” that he could work
• God’s will. He from the beginning may
have been making preparation for your
great work, and it’s an awful thing to
delay God’s work. What do we know
about real success? I think the story
of Job’s wealth being again restored to
him is to teach us that God does not
disapprove of wealth, nor is there any
disapproval of the feast given Jesus by
the publican, nor the marriage feast.
But do you not count the life of the
poor widow who cast her mite in the
treasury of the church a success? 1 do.
And I know a family that has mighty
little earthly wealth that is an inspira
tion to any number of people. The home
is a veritable haven of refuge, and there
is never a time that some one is not
being sheltered or comforted or taught
by that husband or wife. I. heard a
daughter say that she had been sent to
bed after a supper of bread and milk
more than once so that there would be
eggs or a bit of broth for the sick one
in the spare room.
Are they imposed on? If so, they
never know it; and the children are ris
ing up to cast all honor on them: they,
too, are full of lovingkindness, good
common sense and efficiency.
Faithfully yours.
LIZZIE O. THOMAS.
(Read Evelyn Dare’s letter and send
me an answer. Is this the real life of
the country (or small town) teacher
after she has taught, say ten years?)
WHAT I HOPE TO DO.
Dear Miss Thomas: I just- want to
tell you how € enjoy your Chats. The
one about the club girls was fine. I am
married, blit I am just now beginning to
see that I have never been a girl. Be
fore I was married I had to work so
hard that I did not have time to be
just a girl. Now it is pretty much the
same, but it will fit me to see that my
little six-year-old girl enjoys a few
things that I could not, if I live to see
to it, which I hope to, as much as one
could.
We live in a small town , though I
don’t know very many peogle, and my
Sundays are lonely. Where is my hus
band? Why, he is up town with the
men. Tes, he is good to me. but for
getful of my wants, as few as they are.
Just a hint to the “penny earners.”
Last winter I made dust caps and sold
them at 10 cents each. One yard of cal
ico will make two, and they are easily
made. I sold $6 worth in February
and March.
I will come again if I see this in
print. $ MRS. H. M. BEE.
PLEASE ANSWER THIS.
Dear Miss Thomas:
On an October day, like this, one feels
like she is missing her birthright if she
can't be happy. Such clear air, such
blue, blue skies and the birds singing
in the trees like they do in spring.
There is yet a riot of green every
where, with a touch or foreshadowing
of autumn lent by an occasional changing
chingt or dogwood tree, and the hint of
frost in the air.
Honor said while we were cooking
breakfast, "If folks are not happy on
days like this they needn't expect or try
to be on other days.”
But I found long ago that when we
try to be happy the effort turns out a
spurious article. It seems to me that
our happiness is affected very slightly
by lovely sceens or fine weather. When
one’s heart is singing the rain, or the
sleet, or the storm is but something
to be enjoyed.
I am sitting on the pizza, in fact
when I am at home I almost live on
this piazza as long as the weather per
mits, and I dread to think of the time
when icy blasts and driving rains will
send me in. We live the very depths
of the country and one must depend on
the ’ sunshine, the roses, and the daily
visits of the postman for the , only real
“occurrences.”
I read so much of people being
“happy in their work-” Well, I believe
people can be interested In what they
have to do. I am .in mine, but it
has never been sufficient for me. No
matter how placid a nature one may
have one gets tired of the same line
of work. Will some of your readers
tell me where an old maid country
school teaern s froing to get any dis
traction, or pleasure? She teaches all
day, goes to her boarding place, eats
supper, reads a; little and goes to bed.
to turn and toss for hours perhaps.
When Saturday comes she mends her
clothes, gives her room a thorough
cleaning, reads some more, goes to walk
late in the afternoon and nearly* al
ways alone along a country road
where she sees the same things on each
occasion. After supper she makes out
reports or corrects exercises (horrible!)
Sunday for a change she may read
until her eyes ache, preaching is only
once a month. In the days of youth
there were beaux and the attendant
pleasures, but now the men are all
too young, and one feels out of place
among the buds and blossoms. I am
sometimes a chaperone, but one gets
little happiness out of just being use
ful all the time.
Suppose one should find a congenial
woman friend. In one’s loneliest
hours that friend most likely is a mile
or more away, and a woman may not
walk * alone along country roads at
night no matter how alluring the moon
light may be, nor. how she is longing
for motion and fresh air. In' moods
like this the thought is apt to come,
“Was I wise not to marry.? Is this
lonely humdrum life the one to
choose?” And at such times is it any
wonder that some of the women make
up their minds to take the next one
to offer himself, and her friends bewail
the fact that she has entered some wid
ower’s home to be a slave to thank
less, rebellious, stepchildren? Some are
The hvening Story
Contrition
(Copyright, 1918. by W. Werner. >
“Very well,” said Priscilla, haughtily.
“If that is the way you fee^- toward
me, I will relieve you of my^presence.
since it must be unpleasant to you.”
She walked to the door and opened it
with an air of decision she was far
from feeling. But there sat Sidney,
with his nose buried in his manuscript,
not even listening to her. Anyway, if
He heard, he gave no sign, but contin
ued to write and scowl and erase, as if
no one were there at all. so there was
“It is cheap and commonplace, and you
ought to know it.”
nothing for her to do but go, since she
had started.
Then Priscilla, who was naturally the
kindest-hearted little person in the
world, did a very unkind and childish
thing. She tried to excuse herself aft
erward by saying that he “goaded her
to it by his ti&itment of her.” She
tossed her pretty blond head and said,
slowly, to let the sting in each word
strike home: “Your old anthem will
never take the prize. It is cheap and
commonplace, and you ought to know
it.”
Then she closed the door rather un
necessarily hard and marched down the
hall to the elevator, with a reckless
disregard of consequences.
Her words and the slamming of the
door acted on Sidney like an electric
shock. His face turned first pale, then
a dark red. He compressed his lips and
half started from his chair toward the
door, then sank back.
“Commonplace! What a cruelly ap
propriate word she had chosen! That
was it exactly. But it couldn’t apply
to all of the piece,” he told himself. He
felt that the first part was good. It had
been written under the stimulus of the (
enthusiasm he had felt for all of his
work three weeks ago, when Priscilla’s
promise to marry him and a neat little
sum from the sale of his first manu
script had beautified his \life on the
same day. Then a large publishing
house had offered $1,000 for the best an
them, and he had decided to try for it.
Anthems were not especially in his line,
but the money wpuld be a great help
to him, and his winning a prize would
convince his skeptical family and
friends that he was not “wasting his
life in this foolish work,” as they term
ed his writing music.
Everything had gone beautifully until,
he tried to work m an old theme that
he had used once before when he' was
studying at the conservatory. His in
structor had used that word “common
place” In criticising it then. But Sid
ney liked the swing of the melody and
determined t*q “work it over a little”
and use it. Then -trouble began. He
couldn’t make it fit in, some way, and
couldn’t think of anything else. Pri
scilla, who had been running up every
day from her little studio on the floor
below, missed a day because she was
too busy. The beautiful words of the
psalm he had chosen for his “text”
failed to inspire him further, and the
great work which was to bring his
name before the world threatened to
fall into oblivion.
As a climax to all tins, when Priscilla
had at last appeared he was short in
his greeting to her because he was wor
ried, and, too, he thought, she might
have come the day before. She had
taken offense and gone off in anger,
after flinging at him the words she
brave enough to go plodding on because
they have not felt the thrills they have
dreamed about. Such women feel a
deep regret that the happiness that
a husband and children should bring
will never be theirs, yet feel no regret
for any of the friends with whom they
have parted.
The question still confronting them
is: What shall* I do with my life to
make it worth while? Is there any
way to make it useful and continue sat
isfied? In the interest of hundreds
of women not 'brave enough to ask
this question I put it to your read
ers. And to prove that I mean this I
will send a copy of Their Yesterdays
to the writer of the best letter in
answer to this, and Miss Thomas will
give a year’s subscription to The Jour
nal for the next best. Send the let
ters to Miss s Thomas.
Sincerely,
The Elms. EVELYN DARE.
I knew would hurt him the very worst,
and “of course it was all off between
thein. Any one who would talk like
that to a fellow had no intention of
marrj'ing him.” Thus spoke Sidnej r from
the depths of his misery and inexperi
ence.
Priscilla, sitting by her window, saw
him walking down the street a few min
utes later. His hat was pulled down over
his eyes and his shoulders had a de
feated droop and Priscilla’s heart soft
ened instantly.
“What a little beast I was to say such
a thing,” she said to herself, repent
antly. Then she made a sudden de
cision. “I’ll go up and leave these roses
[ on his table,” taking a small bouquet
from a vase on her desk. “He’ll know
who brought them and maybe will for
give me for being so ugly to him.”
Anything decided was as good as done
with Priscilla. In two minutes she was
in the elevator and in three more was
nervously trying the door to his studio.
She found it unlocked and slipped into
the room. Running over ta the large
table, she laid the flowers just where
the familiar loose sheets of manuscript
should be, but were not! A hasty glance
around and her eyes fell on the waste
basket. With a gasp she reached over
jjmd drew out several sheets of music
paper, at the top of one of which was
written the word “Contrition.”
I-Iis—their—anthem! He had thrown
it away! Given it up! Stung by her
unjust words, and hopelessly discour
aged anyway, the sight of it had be
come intolerable to him and he hao
cast it away from him!
“Oh, Siddy! Not that! You mustn’t
do that!” she exclaimed, tremulously,
spreading the sheet out on the table
and seating herself in the big revolv
ing chair before it.
She rested her forehead on her hands
and began looking it over. It was
beautiful—sublime. Every phrase,
every note went right to your heart.
Here was where she suggested a little
change, and he had gladly made Jt,
telling her that without the inspiration
of b^r dear presence not a note would
ha?e been right. Here was a duet for
soprano and tenor, because th^ir voices
were of that quality. And here was
the cause of all his trouble! Erased
and rewritten many times, it was
mute testimony to the hard work he
had spent in trying to make it right,
and it spoke to her so pitifully, so re
proachfully.
Big tears gathered in her blue eyes
and fell on the page before her. Her
breath came quickly.
“You shall finish *lt, dearest, and it
must go to the publishers, if I take it
myselfi! It shan’t be ruined on my ac
count,” she said, almost fiercely, when
—oh, horrors! Winking away the
tears, she discovered that instead of
notes, that very part on which he had
worked . so hard and long was covereu
with little splotches and pools of inky
water, made by her baptism of tears,
and not a trace of his labor was legi
ble but the words underneath—"a
broken and a contrite heart thou wilt
not despise.”
She seized the blotter and pen and
went feverishly to work, saying the
words over and over and humming lit
tle snatches of melody as sne wrote,
talking to herself between times.
The' time sped by and she had
worked for a couple of hours before
she realized it. She leaned back with
a* little tired sigh. “Now what shall
I do with it? He is so angry and hurt
he won’t touch it agafn. Well, I’ll
take it myself.” And she gathered up
the pieces and hurried out.
Two weeks passed and Priscilla did
not see Sidney to speak to him. She
could not bear to until she heard the
result of the judge’s decision, and Sid
ney held aloof. Then, at last, one day
he came. He stepped into her room
with an open letter in his hand.
“Priscilla,” he said, without preface,
“there Is a letter from Wood and com
pany, saying that my anthem, ‘Contri
tion,’ has won the prise. I can’t under
stand. Did you—T*
“Yes, Sid—I—” his arms were around
her an4 he held her close, os she ex
plained in broken sentences—“I was
so sorry and ashamed—and I knew it
was a work of genius aiid you’d never
touch it again after—after—that—and
Siddy—I was so contrite. I wanted to
make it right—”
e“But, dearest, that miserable feolo."
“Well, I cried on it and spoiled it,
so I just wrote in a silly, simple little
tune, and I guess they thought the
rest was good enough to make up for
it ”
A few Sundays later Sidney and Pris
cilla sat among the thousand others in
the great church of St. James while
the choir sang the prize anthem. Wave
after wave of glorious harmonies rolled
forth, higher and higher to the very
foot of the Great White Throne itself.
Then suddenly, with no warning but the
simple prelude, a beautiful - contralto
voice, vibrant with feeling, began sing
ing the most tender, pleading little mel
ody, bearing the words: “A broken and
a contrite heart, thou wilt not, thou
wilt not despise.”
The silence of the vast audience was
almost supernatural. Sidney caught his
breath and looked q.uickly at Priscilla,
who responded with a pressure of her
hand on his as it lay on the seat be
tween thera. Her eyes were full of
tears, as w’ere the eyes of many around
them, and when the wonderful sweet
notes died away, a sigh, almost like
a whisper, swept over the aduie.nce.
Sidney did not need to be told, when
the congratulations after church were
over, what Priscilla’s contrition had
done for his anthem.
“But, dear,” he said soberly, when
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CALHOUN, Ga., Oct. 16.—Gor
don county will not participate in
the building of the proposed
Johnson-Sherman highway be
tween Chattanooga and Atlanta.
This was decided at a called
meeting of the commissioners of
roads and revenues. The latter
nave just met and rescinded the
special tax which had been levied
for the proposed new road, not
withstanding the fact that most
of the citizens seemed to be in
favor of the tax.
This latest development in the
road situation here is the result
of the filing of an injunction
against the collection of the spe
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SUNDAY SCHOOL LESSON
BY DR. MABXON M’BC. HULL.
Tor October 19.
The Report of the Spies. Hum.
13:1-3, 2S-33.
Golden Text: If God le for ns, who
is against us?
Let us go in our imagination to that
great and . terrible wilderness that
stretches between a point of the Sinai
peninsula and a line drawn from north
of Egypt eastward, south of the Dead
Sea. For days we might go without
seeing anything more than waste, or
now and then a little green spot made
possible by the moistures from a spring.
Finally, we come to a camp about one
of these oases larger than the rest, and
it we look closely we shall find that it
consists of vast hodes of shepherds
tending their flocks. In the center of
the camp with the door open towards
the east is a tent, gorgeous in its em
broideries and tapestries, covered with
animals’ skins which .have been dyed
red and purple. Above the tent is a
cloud which is effulgent in its glory,
giving light to the camp by night. In
front of this door on the east are the
tents of the* Leader, his brother, and
their families; for this is none other
than the camp of the Israelites.
On the south side of the tent are a
few other tents in which the family of
Kohathites are found, whose duty it
is to carry the ark and other furniture.
On the west side are the Gershonites
encamped, whose duty is to look after
the coverings of the tent; and on the
north side are the Merarites, especially
charged with the care of the pins and
pillars of the tent. These sons of Levi,
with Moses and Aaron, form the inner
circle about their place of worship; and
the outer circle, affording ample pro
tection for their most valuable posses
sion, is formed by Judah with Isachm
and Zebulon on the east, Reuben with
Simeon and Gadon the south, Ephraim
with Manasseh and Benjamin on the
west, and Dan with Asher and Naph-
tali on the north. The most significant
part about this is that when the camp
rested God was in the center. During
the line of march the tribes on the east
and south went first; then came the
camp; and behind it were the tribes of
the west and north, so that whether the
camp rested or moved, God was always
in the midst.
A close inspection of the camp will
illicit this information, that a marvel
ous transformation had taken place
with this people during the fifteen
months since they had left the service
of Pharaoh in Egypt. A motley crowd
of slaves broken in spirit, cowardly,
had come to Sinai and during their elev
en months ther % they had been thor
oughly organize, and now had reached
the border of tfrfc promised land, a fight
ing force. They were Just on the eve
of realizing what God had promised to
their ancestors more than a half cen
tury before. The inhabitants of the
land of Canaan had heard of their ap
proach, and were aroused; as they well
might be. ^ut there was also In the
camp a sigh of uneasiness which did
not forebode any good. It was God’s
desire to give them victory.
He had already shown himself pow
erful for them; and even though the In
habitants were warlike, they were not a
match for Him; but the people, strange
ly, did not appreciate this. Strangely,
I say. Because of God’s past dealings
with them. It does look as though they
had no right to show such little faith
in Him. However, Mose$ was about to
lead an advance movement when the
people came to him, not opposing it, but
with plausable caution, suggestion that
before they got into the land they send
men in to determine which way they
should go, and what cities they should
attack; and strangely enough, Moses,
carried off his feet by the suggestion,
agreed to it.
TEN TO TWO.
Possibly Moses* acceptance to the
proposition was due somewhat to the
fact that God had spoken to him, tell
ing him to let the people have their
way in this matter. How great was
God’s condescension. After all He had
done for the people, after He had shown
them His kindness and the power He
had for them, to again doubt Him—it
was condescension in the extreme foi
Him to even allow spies to be sent.
They had no business sending spies;
their business was to trust God and
obey Him. But He overlooked them
in His mercy, and allowed spies to be
sent into the land, which He h'ad said
to Moses, “I give” to this people. -
Spies were chosen from each of the
tribes; twelve of the best men that
could be found among the 3,000,000
were sent out on this journey with
the following instructions: They were
to see the land, see the people, and
see the fortifications. Their report was
to cover these points; whether the land
was fat or lean and some of its topogra
phy and resources, whether the people
were few or many, strong or weak, and
if they dwelt in camps or strongly for
tified cities.
Now this information was not nec
essary; a good part of it they had al
ready, for without doubt tradition had
brought down from their forefathers a
knowledge of the character of the
country, and as regarding the inhabi
tants and fortifications^ most of that
they had probably learned by that mys
terious method of communication extant
in that desert today. It was plausi
ble, however, to appear conservative and
careful; it is not always spiritual.
Moses’ final instruction to them was
for them to be courageous and bring
back some samples of the fruit, and
with these instructions they left. It is
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probable that they went under the as
sumed role of shepherds who had dis
posed of their flocks and were returning:
to the north country to get others to
bring back with them next year. Un
less they had assumed some such dis
guise it was not possible for them to
go and return in such a short time
as they did, for in forty days they
had traveled the country to a point
about 150 miles north of where they
were, and returned to the camp and
the expectant people.
The evidences of the character of
the country which they brought with
them must have been very attractive
to the people, for In addition to the figs
and pomgranates which they brought,
two of them bore a bunch of grapes
from Eschol. Even today In that val
ley grapes will grow in bunches six
and eight feet long, and cannot be
shipped because they will be crushed by
their own weight, and cannot be car
ried unless |n some such way as these
two men bore them. I am sure that
the mouths of every one of those men
who had gotten so very tired of the
simple food of the desert and who had
mourned for the leeks, garlics and
onions of Egypt, watered as they saw
this luscious fruit. Th* spies gave a
glowing account of the country, and
made the people long more than ever
to possess the glorious land which God
had given them; but the nerve of cour
age wad cut when the report completed.
And the word which severed it was
“nevertheless.” This was a glorious
country, but—
They went on to describe the diffi
culties in the way: Walled cities,
Canaanites in the lowlands; Amorites,
Jebusites and Hittites in the highlands,
and the Amaklekites at the south acting
as a barrier to their first advance
steps.
GOD AND TWO.
The report, however, was not unani
mous, as there were two men of the
twelve who were in the human minority,
but with God they constituted the major
ity. Caleb was the older of the two,
and quieted the people. When he could
speak to them, for a moment he aroused
them with h'is enthusiasm. “Let us go
at once and possess the land; we are
well able to take it.” Joshua joined
with him in his report. Tradition says
that Joshua was firm in his conviction
from the first,, but that Caleb- was so
shaken by the opinion of the ten that
he had to go and worship before the
grave of his ancestor in the cave of
Moopelah before he arrived at the con
viction which he had. What was the rea
son for Caleb’s enthusiasm and desire
for Immediate action? He knew the dif
ficulties as well as any of the others;
he knew the resources of the people as
well as any of the others; the one dif
ference between him and the ten was
that in considering the resources of
Israel he counted in God, the Almighty
Jehovah, and they had not. That is just
the difference today between the man
of faith and the man ot m failure. A man
of faith realizes the obstacles in the
way of success in any phase of the
Christian life, but counts upon Gdd as
being greater than the difficulties. The
man of failure Is the man of too much
caution, who leaves God out of the !
count.
The ten combated this advice of Caleb,
and were able to carry the day. They
so discouraged the people that there
was weeping all over the camp; they
wondered why God brought them into
the wilderness to kill them, and wished pa
that they had died in Egypt. They ■■ C#WI
cused God of bringing them into the,
wilderness to make their little children
a prey. Their discouragement waa so
great that Moses and Aaron could
age, except Joshua and Caleb, should
go into the land, but were condemned
to remain as shepherds, talng care of
their flocks In this wilderness, until the
last of them should die.
Let me present two thoughts in sum
ming up the truths in this lesson:
God gives us possession long before we
realize them, but not long before we
may realize them. Israel might have
been spared those thirty-eight years in
the wilderness if they had had faith
enough in God to trust Him,
There are riches in Christ which might|
be yours today—power, purity, peace, all
you need; but if you do not realize these
possessions in your life it is because of
the word “nevertheless.”
The other truth i best expressed by
the word of Mr. Moody on his death
bed, “If God is your partner, make your
plans large.” #
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Formal Invitation Extended
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WASHINGTON, * Oct. 18.—Senators
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mal Invitation from Governor Slatonaand
Mayor Woodward, of Atlanta, the cham
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would not permit him to make the
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