Barre evening telegram. (Barre, Vt.) 1898-19??, 1898-08-06

ct! My other nearer, now are you get
ting along with that wicked scheme
you have now on foot? Is that a pool
ticket" you have in your pocket? Why,
O young man, were you last night prac-
ticing i'll copying your employers sig
nature? Where were you last night?
Are your habits as good as when you
left your fathers house? You had a
Christian ancestry perhaps, and you
have had too many prayers spent Oh you
to 60 overheard. DR.. Livingstone, the
famous explorer, was descended from
the highlanders, and he said that one
of his ancestors, one of the highland.
ers, one day called his family around
him. The highlander was dying; he
had his children around his deathbed.
He said: "Now, my lads, | have looked
all through our history as far back as 1
can find it, and want you to under
stand you inherit good blood. You have
no excuse for doing wrong My lads,
be honest"
Be Honest Before God.
An, my friends, be honest before
God, be honest before your fellow men,
be honest before your soul! If there be
those who have wandered away, come
back, come home, come now, one and
all. come into the kingdom of God.
am glad some one has set to music
that scene in August, 1881, when a
young girl saved from death whole
rail train Of passengers. Some of you
remember that out west in that year on
a stormy night hurricane blew down
part of railroad bridge. A freight
train came along and it crashed into the
ruin, and the engineer and conductor
persisted. There was a girl living in
her fathers cabin, near the disaster,
and she heard the crash of the freight
train, and she knew that in few mo-
ments an express was due. She lighted
a lantern and clambered up on the one
beam of the wrecked bridge on to the
main bridge, which was trestlework,
and started to cross amid the thunder
and the lightning of the tempest and
the raging of the torrent beneath. o.
misstep and it would have been dealt
Amid all that horror the lantern went
out. Crawling sometimes and sometimes
walking over the slippery rails and over
the trestlework she came to the other
side of the river. She wanted to get to
the telegraph station, where the express
train did not stop, so that the danger
might be telegraphed to the station
where the train did stop. The train was
due in a few minutes. She was one
mile off from the telegraph station, but
fortunately the train was late. With
cut and bruised feet she flew like the
wind. Coming up to the telegraph sta
ton, painting with almost deadly ex-
haustion, she had only strength to
shout, 1.-The bridge is down. when
she dropped unconscious and could
hardly be resuscitated. The message
was sent from that station to the next
station and the train halted, and that
night that brave girl saved the lives OF
hundreds of passengers and saved many
homes from desolation. But every
street is a track, and every style of
business is track, and every day is a
track, and every night is track, and
multitudes under the power Of tempta-
ton come sweeping on and sweeping
down toward perils raging and terrific.
God help us to go out and stop the
train! Let us throw some signal. Let
us give some warning. By the throne of
God let us flash some influence to stop
the downward progress Bewarel Be-
warel The bridge is down, the chasm
is deep and the lightnings of God set
all the night of sin Oh fire with this
warning, "He that, being often re-
proved, hardeneth his neck, shall sud-
denly be destroyed, and that without
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