The Iola register. [volume] (Iola, Allen County, Kansas) 1875-1902, 1886-04-16
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How great are the responsibilities Of
housekeepers. Sometimes an indigestible
article Of food, by it's effect upon . com.
mander or king, has defeated an army or
Overthrown An empire. Houskeepers, BY
the food they provide, by the couches they
spread. by the hooks they introduce, by
the influences they bring around their
home, are deciding the physical. intellect.
ual, moral, eternal destiny Of the race.
You say your life is one Of sacrifice.
know it. But, my sisters, that is the only
life worth living. That was Florence
Nightingale's life: that was Payson's
life; that was Christ's life. We admire It
in others, but how very hard it is for US to
cultivate ourselves. When in this city
young Doctor Hutchinson. having spent q
whole night in diphtheritic room for the
relief of patient, became saturated with
the poison and died, we all felt as il we
would like to put garlands on his grave;
everybody appreciates that. When in the
burning hotel at st. Louis. young man
on the fifth story broke open the door Of
the room where bis mother was sleeping,
and plunged in amid smoke and fire. cry.
ing: "Mother! where are you." and never
came out, our hearts applauded that young
man. But how few of US have the Christ.
like spirit-a willingness to suffer for
others. A rough teacher in a school called
upon a poor. half starved lad, who had of
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said:
stake of your coat directly. SIR"
The boy refused to take it Oh. Where.
upon the teacher said again:
stake OF your coat, SIR" as he swung
the whip through the air. The bow re-
fused. 1t was not because he was afraid
of the lash-he was used to that at horne
but it was from shame; he had no under.
garment, and as at the third command he
pulled slowly of his coat, there went a
sob through the school. They saw then
why he did not want to remove his coat.
and they saw the shoulder blades had
almost cut through the skin, and stout,
healthy hoy rose up and went to the
teacher of the school and. said:
"Oh. sir, please don't hurt this poor fel.
low: whip me; see, he's nothing but poor
chap; don't you hurt him, he's poor; whip
me-"
"Well," said the teacher, "it's going to
be severe whipping; am willing to take
you as substitute"
SWELL" said the boy. 81 don't care; You
whip me. II you will let this poor fellow
CO."
The stout, healty boy took the scourgins
without an outcry.
"Bravow says every man-"Dravow
How many of us are willing to take the
scourging, and the suffering. and the toll,
and the anxiety for other people? Beauti-
full thing to admire, but how little we have
of that spirit. God gave us that self-deny.
ing spirit, so that whether we are in hum.
BILE spheres or in conspicuous spheres. we
may perform our whole duty-for this
struggle will soon be over.
One of the most affecting "reminiscences
of my mother is my remembrance of her
as Christian housekeeper. She worked
very hard, and when we would
come in from summer play and sit
down at the table at noon, 1 re.
member how she would come in with
beads Of perspiration along the line Of
gray hair, and how some times she would
sit down at the table and put her head
against her wrinkled hand and say:
swell, the fact is. I'm too tired to eat"
Long after she might have delegated this
duty to others. she would not be satisfied
unless she attended to the matter herself. |
In fact. we all preferred to have her do so,
for somehow things tasted better when she |
prepared them. Some time ago. in an ex.
press train. I shot past that old home-
stead. looked out of the window and
tried to peer through the darkness.
While l was doing so one of my old
many years, tapped me on the shoulder
and said:
"DeWitt. I see you are looking out at the |
scenes of yonr boyhood."
20, yes" replied, ~ vas looking out at |
The old place where my mother lived aud |
died"
That night, in the cars. the whole scene |
came back to me. There was the country |
home. There was the moor. day table. |
There were the children on either side Of |
the table, most of them gone never to
come back. At one end of the table my
father, with a smile that never left his
even when he lay in his
coffin. His was an eighty -six-years
smile-not the smile of Illumination, hut
Of Christian courage and of Christian
hope. At the other end of the table was =
benignant. hard-w work ng, aged
Christian housekeeper, my mother. She
was very tired. I am glad she has SO good
/ place to rest in.
Blessed are the dead who die in the Lord;
hey rest from their labors, and their works
follo,v Thorn