Iron County register. [volume] (Ironton, Iron County, Mo.) 1867-1965, 1880-11-25
JAMES WARNINGS LESSON.

- DEAR me, so To- morrow s a holiday
What senseless things holidays are, for
people like: myself! Not relation left
not q friend who cares for me!''
WHO'S fault is it?" asked con-
science But James Waring had so
long silenced conscience that its voice
was hardly audible, and he pitied him
self, as was his wont.
Il wish there was something could
dds there, no business that can be
transacted on Thanksgiving Day? Let
me sse,'s and he opened his letter case
in seArch, of something to help him.
"Ah,;, here the very thing! Thornton
writes, Mne7 that he's not received any
months, and suspects his agent is not
it! III 90 there tomorrow, and if the
rentaisn't paid by the first-out they
shansgb. Well, I'm glad there's some
thing TO dol hate holidays!''
The camel coal fire burned brightly,
and the elderly man sitting in front of
its cheerful blaze gave himself up to
dreams, as was his nightly custom. But
ON this Thanksgiving Eve his visions
took strange forms. Instead of living
over the last historical scenes of which
he had been reading, or laying fresh
plans for greater business ventures, his
mind Wandered back into his own past.
lie saw q little boy eagerly pleading for
the entire. charge of the poultry-yard,
sure that he s.could make money by it. :"
A year had passed, and the boy, but ten
years old, was proudly showing his ac-
count to his father and mother; there
was a clear profit Of nearly twenty-five
"a ~
The father had praised and encour-
aged the boy, but his mother said little
and, looked anxious. Years went by,
and the boy is at last sent to take posi-
ton in the city. He does not go penni-
less, for he has earned and saved till his
bank book is an important part of his
outfit
ssOh, my son, what part have you
given to God?n asks the mother, and
the boy, who cares little for God, but
would fain please his mother, makes a
great effort, and for her sake parts with
SOME of his dearly loved savings.
ssSpend this for your poor, mother, -
are his parting words.
ssOh, James, if you would but have
yours pooas! You are going to a city
where there is much want-real desti-
tuition learn the delight of giving"
For years those words, the very last
that his mother ever spoke to him, had
beati forgotten = buried deep and covered
over by money calculations and business
plans : and now he was vexed at his
own memories fa
aPoor mother! If she could have
lived till I really could afford to give, I
would have been different; but just as
/ was getting comfortably off just
when had at last made up my mind to
take d good holiday heard of her
death. Is it any wonder | hate holt
days? Ill go to bed, and forget those
old tfmes." ss
But one does not always find forget
fitness in sleep. James Waring went
from street to street, looking for the cot
taaeswlfefe he was to collect the rent.
1t seemed to him that again and again
hesawhthe place, and each time q voice,
strangely familiar in its tones, would
say.a 10 not let him find it yet; show
him the poor he might have helped, be-
fore he, throws away this chance and
then be would suddenly find himself in
one of the few homes Of the poor that
he had dealings with.
TEe firstwas his washerwoman's. She
had always seemed a very respectable,