Martinsburg herald. [volume] (Martinsburg, W. Va.) 1881-1920, 1898-03-12
NOTES AND COMMENTS.

When you see the trees putting
forth their ouds, you may know that
summer is near.
]. Edward Hewitt, of Villa msport,
spent last Sabbath with his grand
parents, Mr. and Mrs. A. T. Russler,
OIL Liberty street, this city.
The way of the transgressor is
hard, but the way the genial Editor
of the Herald is sailing through these
United States on the iron horse ap.
pears to be dead easy.
What nice place to live in, this
world would be, if the women were all
as good as they look and the men all
as good as they seem.
John w. Russler, who is employed
as foreman in the w. NJ railroad
shop at Hagerstowu, made a. flying
visit to his parents in this city last
Saturday. There are many attrac-
tons for John in the Queen City;
there is no place like home.
Never shrink or stand back from
your duty, but always be ready to
face it. Whatever occupation you
follow pursue it with industry and
integrity. Life is what you make it
whether of wealth and pleasure, or
poverty and misery, always keep on
the bright side, and never become in
PRODUCED to the word fail
There are many rumors afoat of
vast increase of business here, at the
opening of spring. There appears to
be one certainty, however, that of the
w. +. Tebo Planning Mill and Furni-
ture Company. We predict for them
a prosperous future. The incorpora-
tors are Industrious and enterprising
men whose success is sure, if past
management is any guarantee of fu-
ture prosperity. Our best wishes are
with them in their new departure for
abountiful supply of Alaska's shining
metal; yet we learn there are just
few who are opposing this enterprise
Well, if all the devils were cast out of
some people, they would look like
walking skeletons. We all live to
learn but some of us seem to live more
than we learn. Our city can stand
all the enterprise that can be heaped
upon it and its good citizens will not
murmur, but we would rather see the
smoke from the stacks ascending and
hear the hum of the machinery, than
to hear or read volumes of what per
haps never will be accomplished.
1t has possibly become our duty to
speak of disobedience. Whether in
school room or the sacred home circle,
there is no greater evil, no more di-
rect road to inevitable ruin and de-
structiou, than to disobey teacher or
parent. No instructor would advise
wrong; conscience would not permit
it, intelligence and a true Christian
spirit would oppose it. Are there
any more devoted and ardent work
ers in the family circle than the par
ents, could more be required of
strangers, can more confidence be
placed in them than in those under
the parental roof Our answer must
be eyes" when it applies alone to the
disobedient But sometime, some
where, the end will come; then all
your sins will around you crowd.
You alone will behold their crimson
dye. The silver lining hidden behind
the dark cloud of remorse will be
forever obscured from view, while
restitution, destruction and distress
awaits you in the gulf just beyond.
The advice of the aged father and
mother, perhaps at times forgotten,
may then present itself, wildly to
you, while you mediate upon the
past and refresh your mind with the
fact, bad as it may appear, that you
assisted in bringing them in sorrow
to the grave, by disobedience.
RALF.