The Tipton advertiser. [volume] (Tipton, Cedar Co., Iowa) 1856-1962, 1874-04-23

was when he left 1t. The old site
chimney showed signs of deerepitude
the barrel which served for chimney
pot was canted little on one side
giving to the cabin, as like thought
an unpleasant air, as of man a littl,
exhilaratcd with whiskcy, who ha
tipped his hat upon the side Of hi
head to leer at YOU saucilL TIL,
mother received him joyousIy, an,
wiped her eyes with her apron wher
she saw how sick he had been. Brad,
was at the widows cabin, and though
he stood by the fireplace when kikt
entered, the two splint-bottomed
chairs sat suspiciously close together
Brady had long thought of changing
his state, but both Brady and the
widow were in moral fear Of kike
whose severity of judgment and stern
ness of reproof appalled, them. '.If i,
WASN'T for koike, said Brady to him
self, I'D propose to the wildly. Blu;
what would the lad say to sich follies
at my tonne Of loife: And the wild
dy's more afeard of him than am
Did iver anybody say the loikes Of a
by that skeers his scloolmasther out
of courtin' his mother. and his mother
out of resavin the attintions of a larnt
grammairian loike mesilf: The mis-
iortin, is that koike don't have no
wakenisses himsilf. | wish he had
jist one, and thin ! wouldn't keer. II
| could only fond that he'd iver look
ed iist little swate loike at my
young girl, | wouldn't moined his cin-
sure. But, somehow, | kape a-think-
in what would koike say, loike ould
coward that | am
like had come home to have his
tattered wardrobe improved, and the
thoughtful mother had already made
him warm, though not very shape
", suit Of jeans. 1t cost like strug-
gle to leave her again. She did not
think him fit to 90. But she did not
dare to say so. How should she ven
ture to advise one who seemed TO her
wondering heart to live in the very
secrets Of the Almighty. God had
laid hands on him-ihe child was hers
no longer. But still she looked her
heart-breal>ing apprehensions as he
set out from home, leaving her stand
ing disconsolatc in the door way wip-
ing her eyes with her apron.
And Brady, seeing like as he rode
by the school house, ,venturcd TO give
him advice-partly by way Of finding
out whether kike had any 'wakeniss'
or not.
Nov, koike, me son, as your ould
taycher, thrush you'll bear with me
if give you some advoice, though
We have got to be sich praycher.-
Yell not take oilinse, me lad:s
80 no; certainly not, Mr.. Brady"
said nike, smiling sadly.
"Will. thin, yere Of delicate con-
sti;coshun as sure as we're born, and
its me own opinion as yc ought to git
good wife TO nurse ye, and thin you
could git a home and maybe do more
good than ye dc now"
kikc's face settled into more than
its wonted severity. The remem-
brance of his recent vacillation and
the sense Of his presen, weakness
were fresh in his mind. He would
not again give place % the devil.
MIR. Brady, there's something more
important than our own ease or hap
piness. We were not made to seek
comfort, but to give ourselves to the
work Of Christ. And see. your head
is already blossoming for eternity,and
vet YOU talk as if this world were all. >
Saying this, kike shook hands with
the master solemnly and rode away,
and Mr.. Brady was more appalled,
than ever.
"The lad haint got wakeniss," he
said, ,disconsolately. Not wakeniss,
he repeated, as he walked gloomily
into the school-house, took down a
switch, and proceeded to punish Pete
Singer, who, rs the wors. boy in the
school, and sort of evil genius, often
suffered on general principles when
the master was out of humor.
Was like unhappy when he made
his way to the distant Pottawottomie
Creek circuit?
DO you think the Jesuit missionar-
les, who traversed the wilds of Amer
lea at the cali of duty as they heard
it, were unhappy men? The highest
happiness comes not from the salts
faction of our desires, but from the
denial of them for the sake Of a high
purpose. doubt not the happ!est
man that ever sailed through Levant-
inc seas, or climbed Cappadocian
mountains, was Paul of Tarsus. DO
you think that he envied the volup-
tuaries of Cyprus, or the rich mer-
chants of Corinths Can you believe
that one OF the idlers in the Epicu
rean gardens, or one Of the Stole loaf,
ers in the covered sidewalks of
Athens, could imagine the JOY that
tided the soul of Paul over all tribu-
lations? For there is a sort Of awful
delight in self sacrifice, and like de-
fed the storms of a northern winter,
and all the difficulties and dangers of
the wilderness, and all the hardships
Of his lonely lot, with one saying Oft
Ell on his lips: 80 Lord, have kept
back nothing!'
| have heard that about this time
young Lumsden was accustomed to
electrify his audience by his fcrvent
preaching upon the Christian duty Of
GIorying in Tribulation. and that
shrewed old country women would
nod their heads one to another as
they went home afterward, and say:
.He's seed mighty sight o trouble
in his time, | low, fer a young man."
"Yes; but he's got the victory; and
how powerful sweet he talks about
it! | never heerd the beat in all my
born days"
CHAPTER NXIII.
RUSSELL BIGELow'S SERMON.