Orleans County monitor. [volume] (Barton, Vt.) 1872-1953, 1904-10-24

can get Do1 dhe uouOle is ne cannot
get any work to do. All earth and hel,
seem TO be arrayed against his livino
an honest life. A few months ago dur.
ing his confinement. he Thought end
dreamed over the happy DAYS of his
past life. While he thought and dream.
ed the picture of his old home trans-
formed his prison cell into the old mrs.
cry He was romping and plavinO
again with his brothers and sisters
There he saw again the old folks now
asleep in the family plot. There was
the old haymow in which he used IN
play and wrestle. Yes, there was the
same old haymow in which the hens
used to hide their eggs and then cackIe
over the joke. There was the old
church in which he used to squirm and
twist and fall asleep when tie good
old minister would forget when to stop
in his preaching. And there was the
old village postoffice where the neigh
bors came TO bid him goodby when. II,
the old, rickety stage, he left tie vii
Iage and started forth to find work in
the large town.
AS he dreamed in that cell the re
pentant tears came flowing from his
eyes He then and there made IN his
mind to lead a good, true, honest. pure
Christian life and at last to be buried
In the old family plot at the feet of his
father and mother. But, though he is
now free and wanting to be an honest
man, what chance has he? Every door
of business is shut against him. Toe
few places for honest men For him
no room, no room. The other day he
applied for work as coal HEAVIER.
When about to be employed a rough
workman stepped forward and said
to the owner of the yard: Mister. /
would not hire that man if I were you.
He has just finished a sentence in the
penitentiary." With that the employ
er turned and said: "Out Of this ward.
you scoundrel! My Office is no reform
atoryw Trying to be honest, who will
give him chance? Pray God he may
not give up. Tomorrow you may see
him. What, then, will your sympathy
be worth?
What Ia Your Sympathy WORTH
Here is a poor, weak sewing girl
struggling on to make an honest living
and to live right But, try on hard as
she WILL in her weakened physical con-
dition she can make but So a week,
and that is just so cents less than she
can live upon. Oh, what an awful
life! No sounds are heard in that
room save the continual scratchings of
her needle, the signs Of crushed heart
or the low, hectic cough of a diseased
lung Sewing for others while she has
hardly a rag of her own. All well
enough for you to talk about the holi-
ness of virtue. You have your three
good meals a day. But tomorrow, when
you ask her to make you new dress
or you see her going down the street
in her faded shawl, what will your
sympathy be worth?
Here is a street urchin, just as good
a boy as yours, and if he had any
chance he would make just as good a
man. But what chance has he? The
h11uCSI WOIu liz ever ISSS1N GU was d
curse. No mother save a drunkard;
no father save a felon; no school save
sin; no literature save an obscene pic
torial. Where did he spend last night?
In a low Bowery theater, the ticket
bought by pitching pennies.
Last winter when one of these boys
was shivering upon a street corner of
one of the eastern cities such a little
newsbOy turned to another street arab
and said: Jim, dey say der is a God.
I'm hungry, Jim. I'm cold. I don't
know where to go. And, Jim, don't
care for any God dat don't care for
me-" Tomorrow such a boy will try
to sell you a morning newspaper.
What will then your gospel sympathy
be worth? Oh, my friends, Christ
came into the world to weep with
those that weep" He came to save
the lost sheep, not those safe within
the fold. Be ye like Christ. Go out
into the highways and the hedges and
compel them to come in. Fine churches
will not do it. Missionary subscrip-
tons will not do it. But by the help
Of the Holy Spirit Christian men and
women can do it, who in a plain, prac-
teal way will share the joys and the
sufferings of others and thereby, by
the help of God bring those sinners
back with them to the Masters feet.
There is no picture on earth more
beautiful than that of a Christian, by
the Holy Spirit inspired love Of Chris
tan sympathy, trying to bring lost
souls to Jesus Christ. There is a beau
tiful legend told of Zacchaeus when he
had become old and feeble. He still
lived in the outskirts of Jericho. Ev-
cry morning he would go off alone for
a walk and remain away two or three
hours and then would come back smil-
ing and happy. lie would never tell
any one where he went. But one
morning his wife followed him. Then
nI,a cow hpr old h11cbop6 90 RI Tho old