The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1889-06-14

couch you rest on, every doorway you en-.
ters l will consecrate your tears when
you weep, your sweat when you toll, and
at the last will hand over your grave to
the bright angel of a Christian resurrec-
ton. In answer to your fathers petition
and your mothers prayer, / have been
sent of the Lord out of Heaven to be your
guardian spirit Come with me, !" said the
good angel, in voice of unearthly SYM
phony. It was music like that viii ck
drops from a lutte of Heaven when a
seraph breathes on it.
mo, nor said the bad angel, ''coms
with me; have something better to
offer; the wines I pour are from chalices
of bewitching carousal: the dance lead
is over floor tessellated with unrestreined
indulgences; there is no God to frQwn on
the temples OF sin where I worship. The
skies are Italian. The paths tread are
through meadows daisied and primrosed.
Come with me.''
The young man hesitated for a time
when hesitation was ruin, and the bad
angel smOte the good angel until it de-
parted, spreading wing through the star
light upward and away, until door
flashed open in the sky and forever the
wings vanished. That was the turning
point in that young mans history;
for, the good angel flown, he
hesitated no longer, but started on
pathway which Is beautiful at
the opening, but blasted at the last. The
bad angel, leading the way, opened gate
after gate, and at each gate the road be-
came rougher and the sky more lurid, and
what was peculiar, as the gate slammed
shut 1t came to with Jar that indicated
that It would never open. Passed each
portal, there was a grinding of locks and
a showing of bolts, and the scenery on
a. ofS EvnT
dens to deserts, and the June air became
q cutting December blast, and the bright
wings of the bad angel turned to sack
cloth, aud the eyes or light became hollow
with hopeless grief, and the fountains,
that at the start had tossed with wine,
poured forth bubbling tears and foaming
blood, and on the right side Of the road
there was q serpent, and the man said to
| the bad angel: "What is that serpentf"
The answer was: THAT is the serpent
/ of singing remorse." On the left side OF
| the road there was lion, and the man
/ asked the bad angel: "What is that lion7"
| and the answer was "That is the lion of
all-deVouring despair" A vulture few
through the sky, and the man asked this
| bad angels ''What is that vulture" and
/ the answer was: "That is the vulture
/ waiting tor the carcasses of the slain"
| And then the man began to try to pull off
wound him round and round, and he said
to the bad angel: ''What is IL that twists
me in this awful convolution" AMI the
answer was: ''That Is the worm that
never dies !" And then the man said to
the bad angel: "What does all this
mean? I trusted in what you said at
| the corner of the street last night;
| trusted it all, and why have you thus de-
ce1ved MOP" Then the last deception
| fell off the charmer, and it said: 81
was sent forth from the pit to destroy
! your soul, watched my chance for many
long year; when you hesitated that
night on the street, gained my triumph
now you are here. Hal hal You are
here. Come, now, let US fill these two
| chalices o. fire and drink together to
darkness and woe and death. Hail
HailP Obi young man, will the good
angel sent forth by Christ or tho bad
angel sent Forth by sin get the victory
over your soul? Their wings are utter
| locked this T1oment above you, contend
ing for your destiny, as above the APP
pennies eagle and condor fight midsky
This hour may decide your destiny. God
help you. TIE hesitate is to die.