The Home journal. (Perry, Houston County, GA.) 1901-1924, February 26, 1903, Image 8

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Newspaper Page TextI m : »« Our money winning books, written by men who know, tell, you all about In :# ROCK w<> w / ■ They are needed by every man who owns a field and a plow, and who dcBires to get the most out of them. They art/ret. Send post*! card, GERMAN’ RAM WORKS 08 Niuaau Street, Now York LrV m m, ■ A GOOD PLACE. Notice is hereby given to ladies nod gentlemen who visit Macon that Mrs. Wj H. Homier is now rulining n first* olnss Boarding House at 755 Oherry St. on to tell us how, In his home yeats which is very near the business center ; ago, he used to stnnd on Christmas eve of the city, uml she will bo pleased to listening in thrilling delight to his Men. with Mr. Graeme’s permission. 1 want to read you something this Christmas eve. You will all have heard it before, but you will like it none the less for that.” His voice was soft, but clear and pen etrating ns he read the eternal story of the angels and the shepherds and the Babe, and as he rend a slight motion of the hand or a glance of an eye made us see, ns hfe was 'seeing, that whole radiant drama. The wonder, the timid joy, the tenderness, the mystery of t all, were/borne lu upon us with over powering effect He closed the booh and In the snme low, clear voice went up for many a night after in a sweat - * * * „ . r of horror, seeing the white face with and a d #e, not , i*„ a—u ' kickers?” he groaned. “No, he ( “Well, what particular style does his majesty affect this mornihg?” He pulled out a showbill. “Pecul iarly gaudy and effective, is it not? The items announced were sufficient ly attractive. The Frisco Opera com pany was to produce the “screaming farce,” "The Gay and Giddy Dude,” after which there was to be a grand ball, during which the “Kalifornia Fe male Kickers” were to do some fc* figures, the whole to be followed t “big supper,” with “two free drink every roan and one to the lady,’ all for the insignificant sum of $2. “Can’t you go one better?” I said. He looked inquiringly hnd a 1' disgustedly at me. “What can you do against free dri its parting lips and tts piteous, dumb kickers ?” he groaned serve them meals nt S5e; each. ®; \ m ■ PENNSYLVANIA FURB1 KYJ31, MIGHT Y.HJARS OLD. OLD BHABP1 WILLIAMS Four fullQuartB of thiB Fino Old, Pnro BYE WHISK EY , $3.50 SfiBS?. mm Wo ship on approval in plain, noalod Iioxob, ‘ i to lmliouto coutontj. 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Is an leasoi oi jht-pago soven-oolumn paper, y arrangements wo have socurod a special rate with them in connection with ^ OUR PA PEE, tIJF' and for $2 wo will send THE H0ME JGURMh, THE ATLANTA -Semi-Weekly Journal- and tho Southern Cultivator ALL THREE ONE YEAR. This Is the host offer wo have ovor made our friends and subscribers. You had > otter take advalitage of this offer at once, for Tho Journal may withdraw their special rate to ub at any time. Tho Semi-Weekly has many prominent men and women contributors to their colon.. among them being Rev. Sam Jones, Rc .> ,a- erLewis, Hon.-Harvie Jordan, Ho- ,, u Tern- pleGraves and Mrs. W. H. Felton, resides their crops of efficient editors, who take care of the news matter. Their departments are well cov ered. Its columns of farm news are worth the the price of the paper to tills office $2.00 and secure Send direct _| T „ pvv „ the three above mentioned papers one year Addross THE HOME JOURNAL, PERRY, GA. • mother telling him the story, find how she used to make him see the shepherds and hear the sheep bloating near by, ami how tlie sudden burst of glory used to make his heart jump. "I used to bo a little aft'ald of the angels, because a boy told mo they were ghosts, but my mother told me bettor, and I didn’t fear them any more. And tho Baby, tho dear little Baby—wo nil lovo a baby.” There was n quick, dry sob. It was from Nelson. “I used to peek through under to see the little ono in the straw and wonder whnt things swaddling clothes were. Oh, It was nil so real and beautiful!” Ho paused, and I could hear tho men brenthing. “But ono Christmas eve,” ho went on in a lower, sweeter tone, "there was no one to toll mo tlio story, and I grow to forget It and went away to college and learned to think that It was only a child’s tale nnd was not for men. Then bad days came to mo, and worse, nnd I began to lose my grip of myself, of llfo, of hope, of goodness, till one black Christmas, in tlio slums of a far away city, when I had given up all and the devil’s arms were about me, I hoard the story again, and as I listen ed, with a bitter ache in my heart, for I bad put it all behind me, I suddenly found myself peeking under the shep herd’s arms with a child’s wonder at tho Baby in the straw. Then it came ovor mo like great waves that his uarno was Jesus, because it was he j **To me? that should save men from tlielr sins, eagerly. Save! Save! The waves kept beating upon my ears, and before I knew I had called out, ‘Ob, can he save me?’ It was in a little mission meeting on ono of tbo side streets, and they seem ed to be used to that sort of thing there, for no one was surprised, and a young fellow leaned across tlio aisle to mo and said, ‘Why, yon just bet lie caul’ His surprise thut I should doubt, Ills bright face nnd confident tone, gave mo hope that perhaps it might bo so. I held to that hope with nil my soul, and,” stretching up his arms and with a quick glow in Ills face uiul a little break in bis voice, “he husn’t failed me yet, not once, not once!” 1 He stopped short, and I felt a good deal like making a fool of myself, for in tlioso days I liad not made up my mind about these things. Graeme, poor old chnp, was gazing at him with a snd yearning in ills dark eyes; big Sandy was sitting very stiff nnd staring hard er than ever Into tlie fire; Baptiste was trembling with excitement; Blaney was openly wiping the tears away. But the face that held my eyes was that of old man Nelson. It was white, fierce, hun gry looking, his sunken eyes burning, bis lips parted ns if to cry. The minister went on. “I didn’t mean to tell you this, men. It all came over me with a rush. But it is true, every word, and not a word will I take back. And, what’s more, I can tell you this— what he did for me he can do for any man, nnd it doesn’t make any differ ence what’s behind him, and,” leaning slightly forward nnd with a little thrill of pathos vibrating in his voice, “oh, boys, why don’t you give him a chance at you? Without him you’ll never be the men you want to be, and you’ll never got the better of that that’s keep ing some of you now from going back home. You know you’ll never go back till you’re the men you want to he.” appeal * and the black water slowly sucking it down. Nelson’s face brought it all back, but during the prayer the face changed and seemed to settle Into resolve of some sort, stern, almost gloomy, ns of a man with his Inst chuuce before him. After the prayer Mr. Craig invited the men to a Christmas dinner next day in Black Rock. "AudJSecnuse you are an independent lot we’l! charge you half a dollar for dinner and the even ing show.” Then, leaving a bundle of magazines and illustrated papers on the table, a godsend to tho men. he said goodby and went out. I was to go with the minister, so I jumped Into tho sleigh first and waited while he said goodby to Graeme, jWho hnd been hard hit by the whole serv ice and seemed to want to say some thing. I heard Mr. Craig say cheerful ly nnd confidently: “It’s a true bill. Try him.” Sandy, who had been steadying Dan dy while that interesting broncho was attempting with great success to bal ance himself on his hind legs, came to say goodby. "Gome and see mo first thing, Sandy.” “Aye. I know. I’ll see you, Mr. Craig.” said Sur.dy earnestly as Dandy dashed off at a full gallop across the clearing and over the bridge, steadying down when he reached tho hill. | "Steady, you Idiot!" This was to Dandy, who had taken n sudden side spring Into the deep snow, almost upsetting us. A man stepped out from the shudow. It,was old man Nelson, lie came straight to tho sleigh nnd, Ignoring ray presence completely, said: “Mr. Craig, are you dead sure of this? Will It work?” I “Do you mean,” snld Craig, talcing him up promptly, “cau Jesus Christ save you from your sins and make a num of you?” The old man nodded, keeping his hungry eyes on the other’s face, i “Well, here’s his message to you: ‘The Son of Man is come to seek und to save thut which is lost.’ ” To me?” said the old man i “Listen. This, too, Is his word: ‘Him tbnt cometh unto me I will in nowise cast out.’ That’s for you, for here you are, coming.” I “You don’t know me, Mr. Craig. 1 left my baby fifteen years ago be cause”— i “Stop!” said the minister. "Don’t tell me—at least not tonight, perhaps never. Tell him who knows it all now and who never betrays a secret. Have it out with him. Don’t be afraid to trust him.” i Nelson looked nt him, with his face quivering, and Bald In a husky voice: I “If this is no good, it's hell for me.” ! “If it’s no good,” replied Craig, al- moBt sternly, “it’s hell for all of us.” The old man straightened himself up. looked up at the stars, then back at Mr. Craig, then at me and, drawing a deep breath, said: j “I’ll try him.” As he was turning away the minister touched him on the arm and said quiet ly: “Keep an eye on Sandy tomorrow.” Nelson nodded, and we went on, but before we took the next turn I looked back and saw what brought a lump in to my throat. It was old man Nelson on his knees In the snow, with his hands spread upward to the stars, and I wondered if there was any one above the stars and nearer than the stars who could see. And then the trees hid him from my sight CHAPTER II. T11E BLACK BOCK CHRISTMAS. ANY strange Christmas days have I seen, but that wild Black Rock Christmas stands out strangest of all. While I was reveling in my delicious second morning sleep, just awake enough to enjoy it, Mr. Craig came abruptly, an- Then, lifting up his face nnd throwing nouncing breakfast and adding: back his head, he said, as if to himself, “Jesus—he shall save bis people from their sins,” and then, “Let us pray. Hope you are in good shape, for we have bur work before us this day.” “Hello!” I replied, still half asleep Graeme leaned forward with his face and anxious to hide from the minister in his.hands; Baptiste and Blaney drop- that I was trying to gain a few more ped on their knees; Sandy, the Camp bells and some others stood up. Old man Nelson held his eyes steadily on the minister. Only once before had I seen that look on a human face. A young fellow had broken through the ice on the river at home, and as the black water was dragging his fingers one by one from the slippery edges there came over his face that same look. I used to wake ‘What’s trying to gain moments of snoozing delight, abroad?" “The devil,” he answered shortly and with such emphasis that I sat bolt up right, looking anxiously about “Oh, no need for alarm! He’s not after you particularly—at least not to day,” said Craig, with a shadow of a smile. “But he is going about in good style, I can tell you. 1 By., this time I was auito awaka, tinued. “It’s a clean beat for us tod The miners and lumbermen will h. in their pockets $10,000 and every < lar burning a hole, and Slavin and gang will get most of it. But,” added, “you must have breakfn You’ll find a tub in the kitchen. Dor be afraid to splash. It is the best have to offer you.” The tub sounded inviting, and befo' many minutes bad passed I was in delightful glow, the effect of cold wntr and a rough towel and that consciou ■ ness of virtue that comes to a ma i who 1ms had courage toXface bis cole bath on a winter morning. The breakfast was laid with fine taste. A dimluutlve pine tree in a pot hung round with wintergreen stood in the center of the table. "Well, now. this looks good—porridge, beefsteak, potatoes, toast and marma lade."’"'' “I hope you will enjoy It all.” There was not much talk over our meal. Mr. Craig was evidently preoc cupied and as blue as his politeness would allow him. Slavic’s victory weighed upon his spirits. Finally he burst out: “Look here! I can’t—I won’t stand it! Something must be done. Last Christmas this town was for two weeks, as one of the miners said, ‘u little suburb of hell.’ It was something too awful. And at the end of It all one young fellow was found dead in his shack, and twenty or more crawled back to the camps, leaving their three months’ pay with Slavin and bis suckers. 1 won’t stand It, I say!” He turned fiercely bn me. “What’s to be done?” This rather took me aback, for I had troubled myself with nothing of this sort in my life before, being fully oc cupied In keeping myself out of diffi culty and allowing others the same privilege. So I ventured the consola tion that he had done his part and that a spree more or less would not make much difference to these men. But the next moment I wished I hnd been slow er in speech, for he swiftly faced me, and his words came like a torrent: “God forgive you that heartless word Do you know— But, no; you don’t know whnt you are saying. You don’t know that these men have been clam berlng for dear life out of a fearful pit for three mouths past and doing good climbing, too, poor chaps. You don’t think that some of them have wives. 'u>»« iif them mothers and sisters, In the east or across the sea, for whoso sake they are slaving here, the miners hoping to save enough to bring their families to this homeless place, the rest to make enough to go back with credit. Why, there’s Nixon, miner, splendid chap, who has been here for two years and drawing the highest pay. Twice he has been in sight of his heaven, for he can’t speak of his wife imd babies without breaking up, and twice that slick son of the devil—that’s Scripture, mind you—Slavin, got him and Tolled’ him, as the boys say. He went back to the mines broken iq body and in heart. He says this is his third and last chance. If Slavin gets him his wife and babies will never see him on earth or in heaven. There are San dy and the rest too. And,” he added in a lower tone and with the curious little thrill of pathos in his voice, “this is the day the Saviour came to the world.” He paused, and then with a little, sad smile, “But I don’t want to abuse you.” “Do. I enjoy it. I’m a beast, a self ish beast!” For somehow his Intense blazing earnestness made me feel un comfortably small, _“What have we to offer?” I demand ed. “Wait till I have got these things cleared away and my housekeeping done.” I pressed my services ujfon him somewhat feebly, I own, for I can’t bear dishwater, but he rejected my offer, “I don’t like trusting my china to the hands of a tenderfoot.” “Quite right, though your china would prove an excellent means bf defense at long range. It was delft a quarter of an inch thick, so I smoked while he washed up, swept, dusted and arranged the room After the room was ordered to his taste we proceeded to hold counsel. He could offer dinner, magic lantern, mu sic. “We can fill in time for two hours, but,” he added gloomily, “we can't beat the dance and the high kickera. 1 “Have you nothing new or startling?* He shook his head. “No kin.? o* show—aog show, snake charmer?” “Slavin has a monopoly of tl 01c\ Age. Old age as it uomes in the orderly process of Datura is a beautiful and majestb thing, lae very shadow of eclipse which threatens it makes it the mere prized. It stands for ex perience, wisdom, knowledge and counsel. That is old age as it should be. But old age as it so often is means nothing but a second child hood cf mind and body. What makes the difference? Very largely the care of the stomach. 1 In youth and the full strength of manhood it doesn’t seem to matter how we treat the stomach. We abuse it, overwork it, injure it. We don’t suffer from it much. But when age comes the stomach is worn out. It can’t pre pare and distribute the needed nour ishment to the body, and the body, unnouriahed, falls into senile decay. Dr. Pierce’s Golden Medical Discov ery is a wonderful medicine for old people whose stomachs a.e “weak” and whose digestions are “poor.” Its invigorating effects are felt by mind as well as body. 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