Burlington weekly free press. [volume] (Burlington, Vt.) 1866-1928, 1902-11-06

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gentleman. Therefore I craved an in
terview to ask you to give me few
letters Of introduction to some of your
friends in New York city" With that
the gentleman laughed horrible
augh. As he retreated toward the door
he said: mo, Mr.. Talleyrand,
cannot give you any letters to my
friends in America. The reason is
that have no friends in Amer
lea. am the only man today
who was born in America, and who
has shed his blood for freedom, who
has not one friend in all America. My
name, sir, is Benedict Arnold. I am
Major General Arnold of his majesty's
service. am Benedict Arnold, the
traitor" As Benedict Arnolds youth
full sin followed him to his grave, so the
sin into which the youthful CONNER
cial traveller falls follows him to the
grave. Oh, my young friends who
spend most Of your life upon the road,
I beg Of you to seek divine help and
pray and continue to pray that you
may overcome the daily temptations Of
the commercial travellers life.
How to Overcome Sin.
would plead with each one Of you
to consecrate yourself to the Divine
Masters service. so that you may over
oe:ne the bcsetting sins of life away
from home. You are not at heart
bad man. You have many tender ties
which ought to bind you to life Of
purity and truth. In all probability
you have the same kind Of home ties
as had the commercial traveller l once
met upon the road. 1t was during a
long. tircsome journey. Toward the
evening hour. as 1t gradually began to
darken, closed my book and began
to think about the mother of my chill
dren and the little babies at home. I
said to myself. Eyes. the little white
nightgowns are now about to be put
on; yes, they must be saying their
prayers about now; yes, l can almost
hear them say. God bless papa and
mammal" Then. looking across the
aisle, l saw q young man about my
own age open his satchel. He took
out Of that satchel little paper pack
age. He began to unfaster the cord.
Then he exposed to view three or four
photographs and began to look long
and earnestly at them. I crossed the
aisle. Putting my hand upon the
young mans shoulder, said, "Well.
old fellow have wife and some ba-
bies too" Have you?" he answered
as his face lighted up with a smile.
would you like to see mine" Then
we talked about home. Then his eyes
became moist when he laughingly and
yet pathetically said, Let me show
you n letter I received this morning
from my baby" He held up an old
crumpled brown piece Of paper, over
which little child's chubby finger
had scrawled a lot Of hieroglyphlcs
which writing looked like lot Of hen
tracks in a barnyard. Then | turned
and said you ought to be good man
with such a family Of little ones"
YES" he answered, II know l should
and, do you know, feel that II it was
not for my lovely, consecrated home
and my wife's prayers and the thought
that my little children are every night
praying for me might yield to the
many temptations OF commercial
travellers life. But every time l start
to do wrong my little children's arms
seem to cling about my neck as they
cry: Don't papa For your dear little
babies sake, don't sin"
/ And so In that evening hour Us the
train was speeding toward my destina
tion for lecturing. felt az l feel now.
I felt that, though the average com
mercial traveller has many sins beset-
ting him, yet he Is armored and he'll
meted from the attacks Of temptations
by his absent loved ones prayers. The
average commercial traveller ought to
be true to his gospel faith when God
has given to him lovely. consecrated,
Christian home. Oh. ye knights Of the
grip will you be true to the Christ
who Is pleading with you today to
bow at his feet1 Will you be true to
Jesus on account Of the prayers Of
your loved ones even II your conscience
tells you that no prayer Is so appro-
pirate for you as that Of the publican,
which you can utter in your own be-
half?
Copyright. 1902, Louis Kiopsch, N. IL