The L'Anse sentinel. (L'Anse, L.S., Mich.) 18??-current, 1895-07-13
trated Just J. certain q. God ana tho

trated Just ~ certain as God and th'
Bible are true, but 1t will not be dom
until Christian men and women, quit
ting their prudery md squeamishnes
In this matter, rally the whole Christian
sentiment Of the church and assai
these great evils of society. Thu
Bible utters its denunciation in THU
direction again aud again, and ye
the piety of the day is sucl
n namby-pamby sort OF thinG
you can not even quote Scripture
without making somebody restless A,
long as this holy imbecility reigns In
the Church:of God, sin will laugh you te
scosn. do not know but that before
the church wakes up matters will gel
worse and worse, and that there will
have to be one lamb sacrificed from
each OF most carefully-guarded folds,
and the wave of uncleanliness dash to
the spire of the village church and the
top OF the cathedral tower.
Prophets and patriarchs, and apos.
ties and evangelists, and Christ him.
self have Numbered against these sins
as against no other, and yet there are
those who think we ought to take,
when we speak of these subjects, a
tone apologize I put my foot on all
the conventional rhetoric on this sub
ject, and l tell you plainly that unless
you give up that sin your doom
is sealed, and world without end
you will be chased by the
anathemas of an incensed God. Irally
you to besiegement of the gates of
hell. We want in this besieging host
no soft sentimentallssts. but men who
are willing to take and give hard
knocks. The gates of GAIA were car
ried off; the gates of Thebes were bat
tered down; the gates of Babylon were
destroyed, and the gates OF. hell are
going 20 be Frustrated.
A cold Christmas night in farm
house. Father comes in from the
barn, knocks the snow from his
shoes, and sits down by the Gre. The
mother sits at the stand knitting. She
says to him: "Do you remember it is
the anniversary to-night?" The father
is angered. He never wants any allu-
sion to the fact that one had gone
away, and TIE mere suggestion that it
was the anniversary of that sad event
made him quite rough, although the
tears ran down his checks. The old
house dog, that had 4played with the
wanderer when she was "a child, comes
up and puts his head or the old mans
knees, but he roughly repulses the dog.
He wants nothing to remind him OF
the anniversary day.
A cold winter night in a city church.
1t is Christmas night. They have been
decorating the sanctuary. A lost wan
derer of the street, with thin shawl
about her, attracted by the warmth
and light. comes in and sits near the
door. The minister of religion is
preaching of Him who was wounded
for our transgressions and bruised for
our iniquitics. and the poor soul by the
door said: "Why, that must mean me;
mercy for the chief of sinners; bruised
for our iniquities; wounded for our
transgressions.'
The music that night in the sanct-
uary brought back the old hymn
which she used to sing when, with ia
Their and mother. she worshiped God in
the village church. The service over,
the minister went down the aisle. She
said to him: Were those words for
me? Wounded for our transgressions.'
was that for me?" The man of God
her not. He knew not how
to comfort shipwreckcd soul, and he
passed on and he passed out. The poor
followed into the street.
What are you doing here, Meg?"
said the police. "What are you doing
here to-night?" "Oh," she replied, II
was in to warm myself" and then the
cough came, and she held to
the railing until the paroXysm was
over. She passed on down the street,
falling from exhaustion; recovering
ierseH again, until after awhile she
reached the outskirts of the city,
md passed on into the country
road. 1t seemed SO familiar; she
Kept on the road, and she
saw in the distance light in the win
low. All! that light had been CLEAN.
ng there every night since she went
away. On that country road she
passed until she came to the garden
rate. She opened it and passed up the
path where she played in childhood.
She came to the steps and looked in
1T the fire on the hearth. Then
,he put her fingers to the latch. Oh,
4 that door had been locked
the would have perished on the
threshold, for she was near to death!
But that door had not been locked
since the time she went She pushed
open the door. She went in and lay
lown on the hearth by the fire. The
Did house dog growled as he saw her
enter, but there was something in the
,oice he recognized, and he frislsed
lbout her until he almost pushed her
Town in his Joy.
In the morning the mother came
lown, and she saw bundle Of rags on
,he hearth; but when the face was up
fitted, she knew it, and it was no more
I'D Meg of. the street. Throwing her
lrms around the returned prodigal, she
.ried, "Oh, Maggie!" The child
brew her arms around her mothers
ieck and said: "Oh, motherr' and
while they were embraced rugged
orm lowered above them. 1t was the
ather. The severity all gone out OF
lis face, he stopped and took her up