Baxter Springs news. [volume] (Baxter Springs, Kan.) 1882-1919, 1892-12-03

eth in in his season"
Yes, Heaven is u great sociable, with
Joy like the joy of the husking time.
No one there feeling so big he declines
to speak to some one that Is not so
large. Archangel willing to listen to
smallest cherub No boiling the door
of caste ut one heavenly mansion to
keep out the citizen of q smaller man
sion. No clique in one corner whisper
ing about u clique in another corner.
David taking none Of the airs of .
giant-lSiller. Joshua making no one
halt until he passes, because he made
the sun and moon halt. Paul making
no assumption over the most ordinary
preacher of righteousness. Naaman,
captain of the Syrian host, no more
.honored than the captive maid who told
him where he could get good doctor.
o my soul, what country! The hum
blest man king. The poorest woman
queen. The meanest house palace.
The shortest lifetime eternity. And
what Is more strange about it all is we
may all get there.
But" says some one, do you really
think would be Mt home in that SUI
pernal society If should reach it?' /
think you would. know you would.
remember that in the husking time
there was great equality Of feeling
among the neighbors. There ut one
corn shock farmer would be at work
who owned 200 acres of ground. The
man whom he was talking TO at the
next corn shock owned but thirty acres
of ground, and perhaps all that covered
by mortgage. That evening, at the
close of the husking day, one man
drove home roam span so
frisIky, so full of life, they got
their feet over the trace. The other
man walked home. Great difference in
education, great difference in worldly
means; but noticed at the husking
time they all seemed to enjoy each
others society. They did not ask any
man how much property he owned or
what his education had been. They all
seemed to be happy together in those
good times. And so it will be in Heaven.
Our Father will gather His children
around Him, and the neighbors will
come in, and the past will be rehearsed.
And some one will tell of victory, and
we will all celebrate it And some one
will tell of great struggle, and we will
all praise the grace that fetched him
out of it. And some one will say:
Here is my old father that l put
away with heartbrcak; just look Mt
him, he is as young as any OF us!'
And some one will say: 'Here
is is my darling child that buried in
Greenwood, and all the after years OF
my life were Swallowed with desolation
Just look ut her! She doesen't seem
as if she had been sick minute"
Great sociality. Great neighborhood
kindness. Go in and dine.
All the shocks of corn coming in in
their season. o, yes, in their season.
Not one of you having died too soon, or
having died too late, or having died at
haphazard. Planted at just the right
time, plowed ut just the right time.
Cut down at just the right time.
Husked ut just the right time. Gar
nered at just the right time. Coming
in in your season.
do not know how you are consti-
tuted, but ] am so constituted that
there is nothing that SO awakens rem
iniscences in me Us the odors Of corn
field when cross it at this time OF year
after the corn has been cut and it
stands in shocks. And so have
thought it might it be practically use
full for us to-day to cross the cornfeld,
and l have thought perhaps there
might be some "reminiscences reused in
our soul that might be salutary and
might be saving. In Sweden q
prima donna, while her house in the
city was being repaired, took a
house in the country for temporary
residence, and she brought out her
great array Of jewels to show friend
who wished to see them. One night,
after displaying these jewels, and leav-
ing them on the table, aud all her
friends had gone, and the servants had
gone-one summer night-she sat
thinking and looking into a mirror just
in front of her chair, when she saw in
that mirror the face of robber look
ing in at the window behind her and
gazing at those jewels. She was in
great fright, but sat still, and, hardly
knowing why she did SO, she began to
sing an old nursery song, her fears
making the pathos of the song more
telling. Suddenly she noticed, while
looking at the mirror, that the robbers
face had gone from the window, and it
did not come back. A few days after
the prima donna received letter from
the robber, saying: 81 heard that the
Jewels were to be out that night, and /
came to take them at whatever hazard;
but when heard you sing that nursery
song with which my mother so often
sang me to sleep, / could not stand it
and fed, and have resolved upon q
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