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

rough work with the ear OF corn. The
husling peg had to be thrust in and the
hard thumb OF the husker had to come
down on the swathing Of the ear, and
then there was pull and there was q
ruthless tearing, and complete snap
ping off before the corn was free, and
II the husk could have spoken 1t would
have said: .'Why do you lacerate me?
Why do you wrench me?" All! my
friends, that Is the way God has ar
ranged that the ear and husk shall part,
and that is the way he has arranged
that the body and soul shall separate.
You can afford TO have your physical
distresses when you know that they are
only forwarding the souls liberation.
Every rheumatic pain is only plunge
of the huslsing peg. Every neuralgia
twing is only twist by the husker.
There Is gold in you that must come
ont Some way the shackle must be
broken. Some way the ship must be
launched for the heavenly voyage. You
must let the Heavenly Husbandman
husk off the mortality from the immor-
tally.
Perhaps this may be an answer to q
question which / asked one Sabbath
morning, but did not answer: Why is
1t that SO many really good people have
SO dreadfully TO suffer? You often find
a good man with enough pains and
aches and distresses, you would think,
To discipline n whole colony, while
you will find a man who is perfect
ly useless going about with easy di-
gestion and steady nerves and
shining health, and his exit
from the world is comparatively pain
less. How do you explain that? Well,
l noticed in the husking time that the
husking peg was thrust into the corn
and then there must be u stout pull be-
fore the swathing was taken off the
ear. and the full, round, healthy, lux
uriant corn was developed; while on
the other hand there was corn that
hardly seemed worth husking. We
threw that into place all by itself,
and we called it 'nubbins." Some OF
it was widowed, and some of 1t was
mice-nibbled, and some of it was great
promise and no fulfllment. All cobs
and no corn. Nubbins! After the good
corn had been driven up TO the barn we
came around with the corn basket and
we picked up these nubbins They
were worth saving, but not worth
much. So all around us there are peo-
pie who amount to comparatively moth
ing. They develop into no kind OF
usefulness They are nibbled on one
side by the world. and nibbled on the
other side by the devil, and mildewed
all over. Great promise and no fulfill
ment All cobs and no corn. Nubbins!
They are worth saving. suppose
many of them will get to Heaven, but
they are not worthy to be mentioned in
the same day with those who went
through great tribulation into the king
drm of our God. Who would not rather
have the pains of this life, the misfor-
tunes of this life-who would not
rather be torn and wounded and
lacerated and wrenched and husked
and at last 60 in amid the very
best grain of the granary than to be
pronounced not worth husking at ali?
Nubbins! In other words, / want to
say to you people who have distress OF
body and distress in business and dis
tress Of all sorts, the Lord has not any
grudge against you. 1t is not deroga-
tory, it is complimentary. Whom the
Lord loveth he chaSteneth," and 1t is
proof positive that there is something
valuable in you or the Lord would not
have husked you.
You remember also that in the time
of huslsing it was q neighborhood re-
union. BY the great fireplace in the
winter, the fires roaring around the
giorified back logs on an old-tashioned
hearth, of which the modern stoves
and registers are only the degenerate
descendants, the farmers used TO gather
and spend the evening, and there would
be much sociality, but it was not any
thing like the joy Of the husking time,
for then all the farmers came, and they
came in the very best humor, and they
came from beyond the meadow, and
they came from beyond the brook, and
they came from regions two and three
miles around. Good spirits reigned
supreme, and there were great
handshaking. and there was
carnival, and there was the recital OF
the brightest experiences in all their
lives, and there was ncighborhood re-
union the memory of which makes all
the nerves Of my body tremble with
emotion. The husking time was the
time of neighborhood reunion, and SO
Heaven will be just that There they
come up! They slept in the old village
churchyard There they come up!
They come up from all sides-from Pot
ter's field and out of the solid masonry
of Westminster Abbey They come up!
They come up! All the hindrances to
their better nature husked Oh. All
their spiritual dependencies husked of
A II l. al.