The Russellville Democrat. [volume] (Russellville, Ark.) 1875-1898, 1888-10-18

we VIII 10 WG1tt W httF %Ns ~ WAY R~SA-
house" The young man, brokeu-spir-
tied. goes to hard drinking. The young
wife with her babe goes TO her fathers
house, and not only is his store wiped
out but his home, his morals and his
prospects for two worlds, this aud the
next And devils make banquet OF fire
and fill their cups OF gall aud drink deep
to the health OF the old merchant who
swallowed up the young merchant who
got stuck on spring goods aud went down.
That is one way. and some OF you have
tried II.
But there is another way. That young
merchant who found thathe had miscal-
culated in laying in too many goods OF
one kind, and been fl ung of the unusual
season, is stan ding behind the counter,
feeling very blue and biting his Anger
nails, or looking over his account books,
which read darker and worse every time
he looks Mt them, and thinks how his
young wife will have to put up in
palmer house than she ever expected to
| live in, or go TO o third-rate boarding
house. where they have tough liver and
| sour bread FIVE mornings out OF the
seven. An old merchant comes in and
says: "Well, Joe, this has been hard
| season for young merchants, end this
prolonged cool weather has put many in
| the doldrums, and / have been thinking
of you good deal Of late, for just after
| started in business | once got into the
same scrape. Now, if there is any thing
can do to help you out Twill gladly
do it. Better just put those goods
out of sight for the present
\ and next season we will plan something
about them. 1 viii help you 10 some
goods that you can sell for me on COM
mission, and 1 will go down to one of the
| wholesale houses and tell them that /
| know you aud will back you up, and II
you want few dollars to bridge over the
present can let you have them. Be as
| economical as you can, keep stiff upper
| lip and remember you have two friends,
| God and myself Good morning." The
old merchant goes away and the young
man goes behind his desk and the tears
roll down his cheeks. It is the first time
he has cried. Disaster made him mad at
every thing aud mad at man and mad at
God. But this kindness melts him, and
the tears seem to relieve his brain, and
| his spirits rise from ten below zero to
eighty in the shade, and he comes ont
of the crisis And about three years
after this young merchant goes into the
| old merchants store aud says: "Well,
| my old friend, ! was this morning think
ing over what you did for me three years
| ago. You helped me out of an awful
crisis in my commercial history.
learned wisdom, and prosperity has
come, and the pallor has gone out OF my
| wife's cheeks, and the roses that were
there when courted her In her fathers
house have bloomed again, and my busi-
ness is splendid, and / thought l ought
to let you know that you saved manV
In short time after, the old merchant
who had been good while shady In b is
limbs and had poor spells, is called to
leave the world, and one morning
after he had read the twenty third Psalm
about 1.-THE Lord is my shepherd" he
closes his eyes on this world, and an
angel who had been for many years APP
pointed to watch the old mans dwelling
cries upward the news that the pat
riarch's spirit is about ascending. And
the twelve angels who keep the twelve
gates of Heaven unite in crying down to
this approaching spirit of the old man !;
"Come in at any of the twelve gates you
chooses! Come in and welcome, for it has
been told all over these celestial neigh
borhoods that you saved man"
There sometimes come exigencies In the
life of woman. One morning about two
years ago l saw in the newspaper that
there was a young woman in New York
whose pocket book, containing S37. 80, had
been stolen, and that she had been left
without farthing at the beginning of
winter in a strange city, and no work.
And although she was stranger l did
not allow the nine O'Clock mail to leave
the lamp post on our corner without car
rying the S37.33 and the case was proved
genuine. Now. l have read all Shaks-
peare's tragedies, and all Victor Hugo's
tragedies, and all Alexander Smiths
tragedies, butt never read a tragedy more
thrilling than that case, and similar cases
by the hundreds and thousands in all
our large cities; young women without
money and without home and without
work in these great maelstroms of metro
politan life. When such a case comes
under observation, how do you treat itp
sect out of my way. we have no room in
our establishment for any more hands. /
don't believe in women, anyway; they
are lazy, idle, worthless set. John,
please show this person out OF the door"
Or do you compliment her personal ap-
pearance and say things to her which, If
any man SAID to your sister or daughter
you would kill him on the spot? That is
one way, and it is tried every day in these
large cities, and many of those who adj
vertise for female hands in factories and
for governe sses In families have proved
themselves unfit to be in any place out
side Of hell But there is another way,
and saw 1t the other day in the Metho-
dist Book Concern in New York, whore a
young woman applied for work
and the gentleman in tone and man
ner said in substances: "My
daughter. we employ women here, but
4 Nf YNlo In
department You had better inquire at
such and such a place, and hope youwill
be successful in getting something to
do" The embarrassed and Inundated
woman seemed to give way to Christian
confidence. She started out with hope
full look that / think must have won for
her a place in which to earn her bread. l
rather think that considerable and Chris
tan gentleman saved woman. New
York and Brooklyn ground up last year
about thirty thousand young women, and
would like to grind up about as many this
year. Out of all that long procession OF
/ women who march on with no hope for
this world or the next, battered, and
bruised, and scoffed at, and flung off the
precipice, not one but might have been
saved for home, and God, aud Heaven.
But good men and good women are not in
that kind of business. Alas for that poor
thingl Nothing but the thread OF that
sewing girls needle held her, and the
thread broke.
l have heard men tell in public dis
course what a man Is, but what is a wom-
an? Until some one shall give a better
definition will tell you what woman is.
Direct from God, sacred and delicate
gift with affections so great that no
measuring line short OF that OF the in
finite God can tell their bound; fashioned
to refine and soothe and lift and ir-
radiate home and society and the world.
OF such value that no one can appreciate
it, unless his mother lives long enough to
let him understand it, or who in some