Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1902-11-03

The worst dangers of a modern COM
mercial travellers life generally assaiI
him when he is comparatively young
man. Once in awhile you may find
an old man who still travels upon the
road, but as a rule the commercial
travellers are comparatively young men.
The life is so hard an older man can
rarely stand the physical strain. Un-
less protected and restrained by the
grace of God these young men are apt
to fall into the traps of sin impulsively.
They are apt to say to themselves:
"Well, l know ought not to sin, but
am young yet. Therefore 1 can afford
to SOW a few wild oats, and then l can
repent and at last live to respectable
middle age, and even be honored in my
old age"
This expectation, my young friend,
might be all right if it were true, but,
as rule, it is not true. Generally
sinful young age means sinful mid
die age. A sinful middle age means
sinful old age, if the human body is
not destroyed by sin before the three
score years have been lived out. The
sins of youth will generally follow a
man and curse his whole after life, as
the sins of Benedict Arnold's youth
cursed him to the grave. Talleyrand,
the great French statesman, gave a
dramatic account Of the deSolatiOn Of
the traitor. When he was eXiled by
the order of Napoleon and had to leave
France, he intended to sail for Ameri-
ca. Coming to the little French seaport
town where he was about to embark,
he heard that an American gentleman
was living in the hotel. So he sent up
a card and asked for an interview.
Talleyrand was ushered into a dark
room, where this American gentleman
sat. Then Talleyrand said: 'Sir,
have been eXiled from France and eX-
pect to cross the sea and live in Ameri
ca l hear that you are an American
gentleman. Therefore 1 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 a horrible
augh. AS he retreated toward the door
he said: mo, Mr.. Talleyrand, l
cannot give you any letters to my
friends in America. The reason is
that I have no friends in Amer
lea. l 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. 1 am
Major General Arnold of his majesty's
service. 1 am Benedict Arnold, the
traitor" AS Benedict ArnOld'S 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.
| Row to Overcome Sin.
would plead with each one Of you
to consecrate yourself to the Divine
| Masters service. so that you may over
ec1sfe the besetting sins of life away
from home. You are not at heart a
bad man. You have many tender ties
which ought to bind you to a 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 g
long, tiresome journey. Toward the
evening hour, as it gradually began tt
darken, l closed my book and begaT
to think about the mother of my chill
dren and the little babies at home.
said to myself, "Yes, the little white
nightgowns are now about to be pu
on; yes, they must be saying theil
prayers about now; yes, l can almos
hear them say, God bless papa an(
mammal" Then, looking across tn,
aisle, l saw a young man about m!
out of that satchel little paper pack
age. He began to unfasten the cord
Then he exposed to view three or fOu
photographs and began to look Ion.
and earnestly at them. l crossed tn
aisle Putting my hand upon tn
young mans shoulder, l said, "Well
old fellow. 1 have a wife and some ba
| UlcS tOU nave you! lie duSW SA g
as his face lighted up with a smile
would you like to see mine" Thel
we talked about home. Then his eye
became moist when he laughingly AM
yet pathetically said, 'Let me shOv
you a letter 1 received this morning
from my baby" He held up an oil
crampled brown piece of paper, owe
which little child's chubby fnge
had scrawled a lot Of hieroglyphics
which writing looked like a lot of he
tracks in a barnyard. Then 1 turne
and said, you ought to be good ma
with such a family Of little ones.
EYES," he answered, 81 know should
and, do you know, feel that if it wa
not for my lovely, consecrated HON
and my wife's prayers and the though
that my little children are every nigh
praying for me 1 might yield to tn
many temptations of a commercial
travellers life. But every time 1 star