The Manning times. [volume] (Manning, Clarendon County, S.C.) 1884-current, 1898-01-12

1StS they Qp uCt E.tNC " O4sSU2o LA4S
question as to whetl er it is time TO So.
The mishaps OF the household, in
stead CT being matter OF anxiety and
reprehension. ere q matter Of merrl
nent-the loaf CT bread turned into q
geological specimen, the slushy Gus
tards, the jaundiced or measiy cis,
cults. It is a very bright sunlight
that falls on the cutlery and tie man.
tel ornaments Of 8 new home.
But after awhile the romance Is
all gone, and there is something to be
pre parsd for the table that the book
cslle:a Cookery Taught In Twelve
Lessons" will not teach. The recipe
for making it is not a handful OF this
a cup of that ard g spoonful OF some
thing else. I! is not something Sweet,
ened with ordinary condiments or Tia
vored with ordinary favars Or baked
in ordinary ovens 1t is the Loaf OF
domestic happiness. and ail TIE lngre-
dients cone down from heaven, a2c
the fruits are plucked from the tree CT
life, and il is sweetened with the new
wine Of the kingdom, and It is baked
in the oven Of home trial. Soiomcn
wrote out of his own experience. He
had q wretched home. A man can.
not be happy with two wives, much
less 6CO, and he says, wiring cut OF his
own experience, Better IS dinner OF
herbs where love is thsn stalled OK
and hatred Herewith. "
How great are the responsibilities OF
housekeepers. Sometimes an indiges.
tible article Of food By its effect upoa
a king, has overthrown an empire. A
distire euished statistician says of LOCO
unmarried men there are 3S criminals,
snd CT l, 900 married men only IS are
criminals: What suggestion OF
home Influences! Let the most b2
made OF them. Housekeepers By tie
food they provide, by the coucheS
they spresd, BY the books they intro
duca, by the influences they bring
around their home, are deciding the
physical, intelle c.ual, moral, etsrnsl
destiny CT the race. Ycu say youl
life is one Of sacrifice. I know it.
But, my sisters, that is the only life
worth living. That was Florence
Nightengale's life; that was Payson's
life; that was Christ's life. We ad.
mire it in others, but how very hard
it is for Us 10 exercise it cutsel7es
When, in Brookiny, yuuag DR.. Hutca'
lnsoD, having spent whole night in
dipthsritic room for the relief OF 8
patient, became saturated with the
poison and died, We all felt as if we
would like to put gar,ao6s cn his
grave. Everybody appreciates that.
When, in the burning hotel at St.
Louis a young man on the fifth story
broke open the door of the room where
his mother was stepping and lunged IN
amid smoke and fire, crying, Moth
er, where are you2" and never came
out, our hearts applauded that young
man.
But how few of US have the Christ,
like spirit-a willingness to suffer for
others. a rough teacher IN a school
called upon poor, half starved LAD
who had offended against the lsws Of
the school and said. "Take off your
cost directly, SIR" The boy refused to
! take it off, whereupon the teacher said
again, Take off your coat, sir, as
be swung the whip through the air.
The boy refused. It was not because
he feared the lssh-he was used to
that st home-but it was from shame
he had no undergarment-anG as 81
the third command he pulled slowly
off bis coat there went sob through
the school. They saw then why he
did not want to remove his coat, and
they saw the shoulder blades had al.
most Gu: through the skin, and q
stout, healthy boy rose up and went
to the tescher OF the school and said:
son, sir, please don't hurt this poor
fellow. Whip me. See, he's nothing
but poor chap. Don't hurt him;
he's poor. Whip me-" well" said
the teacher, ''it's going to be S severe
whipping. am willing to take you
as q substitute. "Well" said the
boy, II don't care. You whip me, if
you will let this poor fellow 60" The
stout, healthy boy took tie scoureing
without an ou.cry. Bravo" says ev-
cry man. Bravo. How many OF
US are willing to take the scourging,
and the suffering and the toll, and
the anxiety for other people. Besu!i-
full things 10 admire, but ho Y little we
have of that spiritl God give us that
self denying spirit, so that whether
we are in humble spheres or in con-
spicuous spheres we may perform our
whole duty-for this struggle will
soon be over.
Oae of the most affecting reminis-
cences of my mother is my remember
ance Of her as a Christian housekeep-
er. She worked very hard, and when
We would come in from summer play
and sit down at the table at noon | re-
member how she used to come in
with bead Of perspiration along the
line of gray hair, and how sometimes
she would sit down ct the table and
put her head against her wrinkled
hand snd say, well, the fact is Pm
too tirjd 10 eat" Long after she
might have delegated this duty TO
others she would not be ssti4fad un
less she attended to the matter herself.
Iu fact, we all preferred to have her
do SO, for somehow things tasted bet
ter when she prepared them. Some
time ago in an ,expreSs trsiu shot
past that old homestead. l looked
out of the window and tried to peer
through the darkness. While 1 was
doing so one OF my cid schoolmates,
whom had not seen for many years,
tapped me on the shoulder and said,
Dewitt, see you are looking out at
the scenes of your boyhood. "Oh,
yes," I replied, Il was looking out at
the old place where my mo:her lived
and died" That night in the csrs the
whole scene came back to me. There
was the country home. There was
the MONDAY table, There were the
children on either side of the table,
most Of them gone never to coma
back. At one end of the table, my f;a-
ther, with a smile that never LETT his
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