Custer chronicle. [volume] (Custer City, Black Hills, D.T. [S.D.]) 1880-1890, 1886-10-09

ther are talking over any attempt at
the reclamation Of Edward, there is a
ringing Of the door bell and a mar
with the uniform Of a policeman
stands there, and the man with some
embarrassment, and some hating, and
in "A roundabout way says, that in Il
fight in some low haunt of the city Ed
ward had been hurt. He says to
Nicholas: Il heard that he was some
relation Of yours, and thought you
ought to know it
Hurt? Is he badly hurt?"
"Yes, very badly hurt!'
us the wound mortal?'
Yes; il is mortal. To tell o the
the whole truth. sir" says the police
man, although a hardly bear to
tell You,
'Dead." cries Nicholas. And by
this time the whole family are in the
hallway. The father says: =.
just as ] feared. 1t will kill his
mother when she hears of it. Oh, my
son, my son! Would to God ! had
titt fot tftt' va. my Stt, my son
Wash of the wounds,' says Mich
olas, land bring him right here to my
house, and let there be Ill respect and
gentleness shown him. 1t is the last
we can do for him"
What made the difference between
these two young men? Religion. The
one depended on himself and the other
depended on God. They started from
the same home, had the same oppor-
tunities Of education, arrived in the
city IN the same day, and if there was
any difference, Edward had the adj
vantage for he was brighter and
quicker, and all the neighbors prophe
sled greater success for him than for
Nicholas. But behold and wonder at
the tremendous secret. Voices come
NJ out Of this audience and say:
DID o KNOW THESE BRoTHERs?"
Yes; knew them we'll" did YOU
know their parents?' Yes; init
mately.' What was the city, what the
street. what the last names of these
young men? You have excited our
curiosity ltll us all.
will. Nothing in these characters
is fictitious except the name. They are
in every city, and in every street of
every city, and in every country. Not
two of them but ten thousand. Ave,
aye. Right before me to-day, and on
either side Of me, and above me, they
sit and stand, the ~invulnerable through
religious defense and the blasted of
city allurements.
Standing with YOU at the forks of the
road something makes me think that If
to-day | set before the people the term
I'M OF the two roads they will all of
them take the right one. There are be-
fore me in this house ard in the invis
ible audience back of this-for journal
ism has generously given me every
week full opportunity to address the
people in all the towns and cities of
Christendom-I say, in the visible and
invisible audience there are many who
have not fully made up their minds
which road to take. Come with u.s."
cry Ill the voices of righteousness.
Come with u.s." cry all the voices of
sin.
Now the trouble is that
MANY MAKE DIS GRACEFUL SURRENDER
As we all know, there is honorable and
dignified surrender, as when a small
host yields to superior numbers. 1t is
no humiliation Cor n thousand men to
yield to ten thousand. 1t is better than
TO keep on when there can be no result
except that of massacre. But those
who surrender to sin make n surrender
when on their side they have enough
reserve forces to out all the armies of
Perdition, whether led by what a dem
onographer calls Belial, or Beelzebub.
or Apollyon, or Ataddon, or Ariel.
The disgraccful thing about the sur
render at Sedan was. that the French
handed over 419 field guns and mitrail-
~leuses, 5000 horses and $4,000 armed
men. And it is base for that man to
surrender to sin when all the anna
ments of Almightiness would have
wheeled to the front to fight his
battle if he had waved one earnest
signal. But, 10! He surrendered
body, mind, soul. reputation, home,
pedigree, time and eternity. while yet
all the prayers of his Christian anccs-
tors were on his Size and all the prof
fered aid--supernal, cherubic, sera-
phic, angelic, deiiic.
Why this sermon? have made up
my mind that our city life is destroy
ing too many young men. There
IN in every September and October
a large influx of those between sixteen
and twenty-four years of age. and New
York and Brooklyn damn at least a
thousand of them every year. They
are shovelled of and down with no
more compunction than that with
which the coal-heaver o the an
thracite into a dark cellar. WHAT with
the wine-cup, Dnd the gamblers dice,
and the scarlet enchantrcss. no Young
man, without the grace of God, is safe
minutes.
There is much discussion about
WHICH Is II WORST CITY
of the continent. Some say New
York, some say New Orleans, some
say Chicago, some say st. Louis. What
/ have to say is, you cannot make much
comparison between the infinitics, and
in all our cities the temptation seems
infinite. We keep "A great many mills
running day and night. Not rice mills |