Western Kansas world. [volume] (WaKeeney, Kan.) 1885-current, 1901-11-23

was summer night, and the door was
| left open, and saw the process They
held him fast, and they put the cup to
his lips, and they forced down the
strong drink What chance is there
for such a young man?
surrendering to God.
Some of you, like myself, were born
in the country. And what glorious
| news might these young men send
home to their parents that this after
| noon they had surrendered themselves
to God and started a new life, I know
how it is in the country. The night
comes on. The cattle stand under the
rack, through which burst the trusses
of hay. The horses have just frisked
up from the meadow brook at the
nightfall and stand knee deep in the
i bright straw that invites them TO lie
down and rest. The perch of the
| hovel is full of fowl their feet warm
under their feathers. When the nights
get cold, the flames clap their hands
above the great back log and shake the
shadow of the group up and down the
WALL Father and mother sit there for
half an hour saying nothing ! wonder
what they are thinking of? After
awhile the father breaks the silence
and says, We'll, / wonder where our
| boy is in town tonight?" And the
mother answers: 4.In no bad place, ]
warrant you. We always could trust
| him when he was at home, and since
| he has been away there have been SO
! many prayers offered for him we can
| trust him STILL Then at or O'Clock
| just before they retire, for they go
early to bed, they kneel down and
commend you to that God who watches
/ in country and in town, on the land
| and on the sea.
| Some one said to a Grecian general,
| What was the proudest moment of
| your life?" He thought moment and
said, "The proudest moment was when
| l sent word home to my parents that /
| had gained the victory" And the glad
| dest and most brilliant moment in
your life will be the moment when you
can send word to your parents that
you have conquered the evil habits by
the grace of God and become eternal
| victor.
Honor to Parents.
God pity the young man who has
| brought disgrace on his fathers name!
God pity the young man who has
broken his mothers heartl Better that
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the first hour of his life, instead of be-
ing laid against the warm bosom of
maternal tenderness, he had been cof-
| fined and sepulchered. There is no
balm powerful enough to heal the heart
of one who has brought parents to a
sorrowful grave and who wanders
about through the dismal cemetery
rending the air and wringing the hands
and crying, Mother, mother" Oh,
| that today, by all the memories of the
past and by all the hopes of the future,
you would yield your heart to God,
May your fathers God and your moth
er's God be your God forever!
This hour the door of mercy swings
| wide open. Hesitate not a moment. In
many a case hesitation is the loss of
| all. At the corner of a street l saw a
tragedy. A young man evidently
| doubted as to which direction he had
better take. His hat was lifted high
enough so you could see he had an
Intelligent forehead. He had a stout
chest and a robust development. Splen-
did young mani Cultured young man
Honored young man! Why did he
stop there while so many were going
up and down? The fact is that every
young man has a good angel and bad
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his spirit, and there was a good angel
and bad angel struggling with that
young mans soul at the corner of the
street. Come with me-" said the good
angel. 81 will take you home. I will
spread my wings over your pillow. /
will lovingly escort you all through
life under supernatural protection. /
will bless every cup you drink out of,
| every couch you rest on, every door
way you enter. ! will consecrate your
tears when you weep. your sweat when
you toll, and at the last / will hand
over your grave into the hand of the
bright angel of a Christian resurrec-
ton. / have been sent of the Lord to
be your guardian spirit. Come with
me-" said the good angel in a voice OF
unearthly symphony. 1t was music like
that which drops from lutte Of heaven
when a seraph breathes on it.
-Oh, no." said the bad angel. "Come
with me- I have something better to
offer. The wines pour are from cha1-
ices of bewitching carousal. The dance
l lead is over floors tessellated with
unrestrained indulgence. There is nc
God to frown on the temples of sin
| where I worship. The skies are Ital-
ian The paths I tread are through
meadows daisied and primrosed Come
with met