The Bolivar bulletin. (Bolivar, Tenn.) 1888-1946, 1898-01-14


land are more 7r less invalids. The
mountain lass, who has never had an
ache or a pain, may consider household
toll iiicensidArable: and toward even
ing she may skip away miles TO tie
fields and drive home the cattle, and
she may until ten o'clock at night fill
the house with laughing racket; but
oh, te. De the work of life with worm
DIT coiistitution. wiiek tsioabing
cough has been raging for six
weeks in the household, making
the night as sleepless as the day
that is not 50 easyl Perhaps this
comes after The nerves have been
shattered by some bereavement that
has left desolation in every room of
| the house, and set the crib in the
| garnet, because the occupant has been
hushed into s1umber which needs no
mothers lullaby. Oh, she could pro-
vide for the whole group great deal
| better than she can for part of the
group, now that the rest are gonel
Though you may tell her God is TAX
ing care of those who are gone, it is
mother-like to brood both foclzs; and
one wing she puts over the flock in the
house, the other wing she puts over
the flock in the grave.
How great are the Responsibilities of
housekeepersI Sometimes an indigesti.
bic article of food, by its effect upon
king, has overthrown an empire. A
distinguished statistician says of 1000
unmarried men there are SO criminals,
ind Of 1890 married tt1en only ts are
CRIMINALS. What a suggestion Of homie
influences! Let the most be made of
them. Housekeepers, by the food they
provide, by the touches they spread. |
by the books they introduce, by
the influences they bring around
the home, are deciding the |
physical, intellectual, moral, eternal |
destiny of the race. You say |
your life is one of sacrifice: know its
But, my sisters, that is the only life |
worth living. That was Florence |
Nightingale's life; that was Payson's |
life; that was Christs life. We admire |
it in others, but how very hard it is for
US to Exercise tt onrselvesl When, in
Brooklyn, young DR.. Hutchinson; ha7-
ing spent a whole night in a diph the
rite room for the relief of a patient,
became saturated with the poison and
died, we all felt as if we would like to
put garlands on his grave; everybody
appreciates that When, In the
burning hotel at st. Louis,
u young man ON the fifth story broke
open the door Of the room where his
mother was sleeping and plunged in
amid smoke and fire, crying: Mother,
where are you?" and never came out,
our hearts applauded that young man.
But how few of us have the Christiike
spirit-a willingness to suffer for 9TH
ersl A rough teacher in a school
called upan poor, half-starved lad
who had offended against the laws
of the school, and said: ''Take
off your coat directly, SIR" The
boy refused to take it off, whereupon
the teacher said again, Take off your
coat, sir" as he swung the whip
the air. The bow refused. 1t
was not because he was afraid of the
lash-he was used to that at home
but it was for shame-he had no I'M
dergarment; and as at the third COM
mand he pulled slowly off his coat,
there went a sob through the school.
They saw then why he did not
want to remove mis- coat, and
they saw the shoulder-blades had
almost cut through the skin, and a
stout, healthy boy rose up and went to
the teacher of the school, and said:
"Oh, sir, please don't hurt this poor
fellow; whip me; see, he's nothing but
4 poor chap; don't hurt him, he's poor;
whip me-" We'll" said the teacher,
its going to be a severe whip
ping; L am willing to take you as
WELL" said the boy,
Il don't care; you whip me,
f you will let this poor fellow
CO." The stout, healthy boy took the
without an outcry. "Bravor'
says every ~ an-''BravoI" How MANY
If us are willing to take the scourging,
md the suffering, and the toll, and the
anxiety for other peopleI Beautiful
,hings to admire, but how little we
lave of that spirit! God give us that
spirit so that whether we
IRE in humble spheres or in conspicu-
'us spheres we may perform our whole
luty-for this struggle will soon be
,ver.
One of the most affecting reminis-
ences of my mother is my remem-
france of her as Christian house
,eeper. She worked very hard, and
when we would come in from summer
LAY, and sit down at the table at noon,
remember how she used to come in
With beads of perspirations along the
inc of gray hair and how sometimes
he would sit down at the table and
'ut her head against her wri nkled
and and say: well, the fact is, IN
90 tired to eat" Long after she might
ave delegated this duty to others, she
would not be satisfied unless she at
ended to the matter herself. In fact,
We all preferred to have her do so,
or somehow things tasted better
ghen she prepared them. Some
ime ago, in an express train, shot
asst that old homestead. | looked out
f the window, and tried to peer
Trough the darkness. While 1 was do
ng so, one of my old schoolmates,
yhom I had not seen for many years,
apped me on the shoulder, and said:
DeWitt, l see you are looking out at
he scenes OF your boyhood." "Oh,
es; 1 replied, Il was looking out
t the old place where my mother
we'd and died" That night, in the
ars, the whole scene came back to me-
here was the country home. There
Yas the monday table. There
yere the children on either side
f the table, most of them gone
ever to come back. At one end of
he table, my father, with a smile that
ever left his countenance.- even when
e lay in his coffin. It was an Sugars
the smile of hamilton, but of q
hristian courage and of Christian hope.