The daily morning journal and courier., 1902-10-21

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 Jesus Christ was the central figure of ] the old church and lie is to be of the new.
 i Commence to-day, not with the mo- mentum possible and practicable few months later, but commence and con ! tinue a vigorous contention against i sin, indifference, and injustice.
 Rise and not rest but press
 From earth's level where blindly creep Things perfected more or less To the heavens height farand steep. Continue the contention unremitting- ly until your work Is completed, and ln the celestial abodes you shall hear those oft repeated words-never hack neyed-as beautiful as when first sylla- bled,
 well done, good and faithful ser want enter thou into the joy or thy Lord"
 An illustration, story, an applica-
 tion.
 Forty years ago and more, an ener-
 getic, intelligent, young man located little paper mill on a small stream near
 Northampton, Mass. For more than
 twenty years, he manufactured in small way; sold his product without an agent and gradually accumulated
 competency.
 At length. somewhere, somehow the
 contagion of speculation seized him. John Hamilton, well-to-do, influential the leading citizen of his town, big
 brained, big-hearted, lovable, popular,
 entrusted the care of his little mill to
 superintendent, made frequent trips to
 New York. bought and sold stocks on
 margin, sometimes with profit but oc-
 casionally with loss.
 Finally, he ventured, invested largely
 in wild cat securities, disaster overlook
 him. He returned to his home imam I cially ruined. His friends, however,
 rallied around him, bought in his mill,
 and again John Hamilton looked from
 his crude office window towards the running waters of the little stream en-
 deared by the loving association of a
 happy past.
 In that brook, into dark pools, at the
 foot of cascades he had often cast the
 coachman, the Wis, the Montreal, the
 white miller and many combination
 flies.
 From that window a dozen cascades
 were visible. The constant flow of the brook over rocks, logs and brush. The little patches of hesitant foam curling about Instructions. clinging to them' resting, nesting by the log-side afford ing a place of refuge for the monopolist
 of John Hamilton's mill stream-the in ; comparable speckled trout.
 The distant mountain with its irregu- lar patches of snow-a reminder of the winters severity-an admonition of the
 future-the adjacent meadow-the pine . and cedar often enlivening an other
 wise barren condition, the oak, the ma
 pie, the birch, half dozen other de-
 ciduous trees-all that and more-John , Hamilton saw and loved but the mem- : ory of his bitter experience with disas-
 trous securities-the belief that speed
 fly he would forever depart from his ; loved mill and brook, that the day was not far distant when to the old mill the mountain and meadow, the cascade, the running waters. he would say farewell haunted him by day-drove from him merriment disturbed rest and sleep unfitted him for commercial activity,
 made him Respondent, morose. ! | HIS paper uldCHluG was u Olu utSlSI.
 Larger and well equipped mills com peted with him, forced down the price, | compelled him to abandon his mill and | seek employment as a superintendent , in an adjacent factory. His factory , was his life.
 At length, mental anxiety produced , mental disorder Reason departed and 3 the once happy manufacturer was con-
 veyed to a sanitarium. Through cor
 ridor and rotunda, when permitted, the demented sufferer with folded arms , and downcast eyes would ceaselessly,
 speechlessly walk.
 One day, he seemed to see an object
 or person unrecognizable by the others, :, dropped his hands suddenly, raised his : head and exclaimed Bill, put in new machine We'll give it to them yet, y ', and then the sufferer resumed his T monotonous pathetic walk through cor Y ridor and rotunda.
 ! At length, physically weakened e hopelessly i'll, John Hamilton, uncon- scious of condition or locality was con-
 veyed to his village home to die. a For one week, his wife Mary, once beautiful in face and figure, now 6 careworn, Respondent on whose face , anxiety, suspense, sorrow, despair, a
 terrible quartette had indelibly stamp , ed themselves. Now only beautiful in r unselfish loyalty in devotion to one I who had been lover and mate as well
 as husband sat by her husbands dying Y ing bedside together with her big-heart- ; ed beautiful boy William. I The end seemed approaching, the suf-
 ferer's respiration increased; strangely y suddenly, the demented sufferer opened
 his eyes and lovingly looked towards s Mary With feminine intuition she saw
 John Hamilton of better days, beheld ;. her, lover. her mate.
 - The physician had been summoned and announced to Mrs. Hamilton that ray of hope existed, possibly her hus- 6 band would recover. A half hour later
 MT. Hamilton whispered to Mary. l Mary, perhaps John Sinclair an6 I William Donaldson, my cousins, will by and by invest a few thousand dollars ir D the old mill and my boy can put in a Q new machine, and again, you and Will Q jam may enjoy the luxuries you de-
 serve.
 a One year later, John and Mary Ham y ilton, lovers, mates, husband and wife k in their own cottage in L-ville, sat be- e side a hickory fire watching its dyine embers, and discussing the ultimate value of the once worthless securities