The Burke County news. [volume] (Morganton, N.C.) 1899-1901, 1899-07-21

them because they turn you On q SPIT. feu.
dlcrs of night shade. Peddiers OF Canada
Peddlers Of nux vomica. Sometimes
thew get You in a corner where you cannon
very we'll escape without being rude, and
then they .ell you al about this one, and
ali about that one. and all about the other
and they talk, talk, talk, talk. talk.
After awhile they go away leaving the
place looking like a barnyard, alter the
foxes and the weasels have been around;
here q VIM, and there a claw. and yonder
an eve. and there a crop. How they 90
make the feathers hyl
Jesus Christ had these whisperers after
Him. and they charged Him With drinking
too much and keeping bad company. "A
wine bibber and the friend Of publicans and
sinners" You take the best man that ever
lived and put a detective on his track fox
ten years. watching where he goes and
when he comes, and with a determination
to misconstrue everything, and to think
he goes here for a bad purpose and there
for q bad purpose, with that determine
years he will be held despicable in the
sight of q great many people.
If it Is an outrageous thing to despoil a
mans character, how much worse Is it to
damage IA wolnan's reputation? Yet that
evil grows from century to century. and 1t
is all lone by whisperers. A suspicion IL
started. The next whisperer who gets
hold OF it states the suspicion as u proved
fact, and many a good woman. as honor
able as your wife or your mother, has been
whispered out CT all kindly associations
and whispered into the grave. Some
people say there is NJ he'll, but il
there be no hell for such a despoiler
that some phiianthropist built one.
But there is such a place established, and
what a time they will have when all the
whisperers get down there together re-
hearsing things! Everlasting carnival o,
mud. We're it not for the uncomfortable
would be glad to get there. In that region
where they are all bad what opportunities
for exploitation by these whisperers! On
earth to despoil :heir neighbors some
times they had to lie about them, but
down there they can say the worst things
possible about their neighhors and tell the
truth. Jubilee OF whispererS. Grand gala
day Of backbiters. Semiheaven OF scandal
mongers stopping their gable about their
diabolical neighbors only long enough to
go up to the iron gate and ask some new
conner from the earth, "What is the last
gossip in the city on earth where we used
to live?'
Now, how are we TO war against this in
Equity which curses every community on
earth? First by refusing to listen to or
believe IL whisper. Every court Of the land
Is for a law, and all decent communities
H.. g for a law, that you must hold people
innocent until they are proved guilty.
There is only one person worse than the
whisperer, and that is the man or woman
who listens without protest. The troub.e
is you hold the sack while they fill it. The
receiver OF stolen goods is just as bad as
the thief. An ancient writer declares that
a s!anderer and q man who receives the
SANDER ought both to be nangeu-rne one
by the tongue and the other by the ear.
And I agree with him.
Oh, my friends, employ the tongue
which God 50 wonderfully created as the
organ OF taste, the organ Of deglutition.
the organ OF articulation to make others
happy and in the service OF God! II you
whisper, whisper gOod-encouragement to
the fallen and hope to the lost. All, my
friends, the time will soon come when we
will all whisper! The voice will be en-
feebled in the last sickness, and, though
that voice could laugh and shout and
sing and Aal!oo until the forest echoes an
swered, it will be so feeble then we can
only whisper consolation to those whom
We leave behind and only whisper our hope
OF heaven.
While speak this very moment there
are hundreds whispering their last utter.
aices. Oh, when that solemn hour comes
TO you and to me. rs come soon it will,
may 1t be found that wo did our best ia
serve Christ and to cheer our comrades in
the earthly struggle and that we conse.
Grated not only our hand. but our tongue,
to God! SO that the shadows that fall
around our dying pillow shall not be- the
evening twilight Of Il gathering night. bu,
tho morning twilight Of Al everlasting day,
This morning, at half past four O'Clock,
l looked out OF my window, and tho stars
were very dim. l looked out a few mo.
ments after, AID the stals were almost in.
visible. l looked out an hour or " after.
war;. Not a star was to be seen. VIVA,
was the matter Will the stars? Had they
melted into darkness? No. They had
melted into The glorious light of n Sahbat h
morn.