The Chanute times. [volume] (Chanute, Kan.) 1897-1913, 1900-06-08
TALMAGE'S SERMON.
COMMON DUTIES AND REWARD
THE SUBJECT
Addressed to the Toilers and Strugglers
on LIES Difficult Highway - Heroes
and Heroines OF Our Times-The He
roes of Heaven.

copyright, 1900. by Louis Klopsch.l
Text, ii Timothy Ii, 8. Thou there
fore endure hardness"
Historians are not slow to acknowl-
| edge the merits of great military chief
tains. We have the full length por
1 traits of the Cromwells. the Washing
tons, the Napoleons and the Yelling
tons of the world. History is not
! written in black ink, but red ink Of
human blood. The gods of human
ambition do not drink from bowls
made out of silver or gold or precious
| stones, but out of the bleached skulls
of the fallen. But am now to unroll
before you scroll of heroes that the
world has never Observation-Disclosures
| who faced no guns, blew no bugle
blast, conquered no cities, chained no
captives to their chariot wheels and
| yet in the great day of eternity will
stand higher than some Of those whose
names startled the nations, and SER
aph and rapt spirit and archangel will
tell their deeds to listening universe.
! mean the heroes of common, every
day life.
In this roll, in the first place. find
satan had failed to overcome Job, he
said to God, PUT forth thy hand and
touch his bones and his flesh, and he
will curse thee to thy face" Satan
had found out that which we have all
found out, that sickness Is the great
est test of ones character. A man
who can stand that can stand any
thing. To be shut in room as fast
as though it were a bastile; to be so
nervous you cannot endure the tap
of child's foot; to have luscious fruit,
which tempts the appetite Of the ro-
bust and healthy, excite our loathing
and disgust when it first appears on
! the platter; to have the rapier Of pain
strike through the side or across the
temples like razor or to put the
| foot into a wise or throw the whole
| body into a blaze of fever, yet there
| have been men and women, but more
WOucu thdu VIM ho'S
ly endured this hardness. Through
years of exhausting rheumatisms and
excruciating neuralgias they have gone
and through bodily distress that
rasped the nerves and tore the muscles
and paled the cheeks and stopped the
shoulders. By the dim light of the
sickroom taper they saw on their wall
| the picture of that land where the
| inhabitants are never sick. Through
the dead silence of the night they
heard the chorus of the angels.
Heroes In Sickness.
In this roll also find the heroes of
toll who do their work uncomplaining-
ly. 1t is comparatively easy to lead
regiment into battle when you know
that the whole nation will applaud the
victory; it is comparatively easy to
doctor the sick when you know that
your skill will be appreciated by
large company of friends and rela-
tives; it is comparatively easy to adj
dress an audience when in the gleam-
ing eyes and the flushed cheeks you
know that your sentiments are adopt
ed But to do sewing when you ex-
pect the employer will come and thrust
his thumb through the work to show
how imperfect it is or to have the
whole garment thrown back on you,
to be done over again; to build wall
and know there will be no one to say
you did it well, but only swearing
employer bowling across the scaffold;
to work until your eyes are dim and
your back aches and your heart faipts,
and to know that If you stop before
night your children will starve-ah,
the sword has not slain so many as
the needle, The great battlefields of
our civil war were not Gettysburg
and Shiloh and South Mountain. The
great battlefields were in the arsenals
and in the shops and in the attics,
where women made army jackets for
a sixpence. They toiled on until they |
died. They had no funeral eulogium.
but in the name of my God, this day, |
/ enroll their names among those of
whom the world was not worthy. |
Heroes of the needle! Heroes Of the
sewing machine. Heroes of the
attic. Heroes of the cellar! Heroes
and heroines! Bless God for them!
Heroes of Domestic Injustice.
Society to-day is strewn with the
wrecks of men who, under the north
east storm of domestic infelicity. have
been driven ON the rocks. There are
tens Of thousands of drunkards to-day.
made such by their wives. That is not
poetry; that is prose. But the wrong
is generally in the opposite direction.
You would not have to go far to find
a wife whose life is a perpetual mar
tyrdom-something heavier than a
stroke of the fist, unkind words; stag
gering home at midnight and constant
maltreatment, which have left her
only a wreck Of what she was on that
day when in the midst Of a brilliant
assemblage the VOWS we're taken. and
full organ played the wedding march.
and the carriage rolled away with the
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