Audubon Republican. [volume] (Audubon, Iowa) 1894-1925, 1906-12-13
GREELEY GREETING.
ude, that silent one,

BY solitude, that silent one,
We have been woOed, perhaps are won.
William Rucker sold a fine bunch
of steers to Ed Young the last of the
week.
Clint Rucker is hauling the big
| surplus of his corn crop to James
Blake.
Mr.. Settlemire's surplus sale was a
decided success in spite of the bad
| roads.
Mark Cameron butchered two
young cows and supplied the neigh
borhOOd with beef.
Worth Hartzell's Dakota sheep
we're loaded into the car the last of
the week and started for Chicago.
The north wind makes them hug the
fire,
A thing of course they like;
Yet, that to hug they most desire
Is farther down the pike.
News comes over the Melville line
| that William Armstrong and son
Charley are both seriously sick. DR..
Brooks is in attendance.
1t does not make any difference
how bad the roads are there is always
some one with sand enough in his
craw to tack lie them.
Audubon county has some very ex-
cellent school teachers in retirement
who it seems might be induced to
come to the rescue in this time OF
scarcity.
Words were not created to be used
as weapons: yet, some people go con-
tinuOusly armed with cutting words,
with which they will knife brother
at the least provOcatiOn. Words are
| properly used as a vehicle of virtu-
Gus thots and Information necessary
TO the welfare of the human family.
ALONE WITH THE SUNDAY SCHOOL
LESSON.
AS a Christian pilgrim our goal
is Christ, and the difference between
us and Christ is the wide windy wild
over which we must travel. We some,
times become discouraged, grow list,
less and begin to lOiter by the way.
Some one has offended US and we
wander Off in search of the poisonous
sweets of revenge, then in the midst
of our dark designs we pause. a
sweet voice comes floating up from
the misty past. 1t is the voice Of
Jesus upon the cross. In the climax
Of his agony, surrounded by his
| hideOus tOrmentOrS, he cries out
Father forgive them; for they know
not what they do" What beautiful
spirit. How much we lack of being
like Him, In shame we turn from OUT
sinister purpose of revenge anC
wander back to the straight anC
narrow way. Now what a fitting time
to kneel by the way and thank Coo
for sending into the world his onl!
Son, whose voice rescued us from tn,
dark jungles of sin. Christ had tn,
salvation of the world as a response
bility. His only way to accomplish
this was TO live a faultless life. Thi
he succeeded in doing. He was sweet
| ly conscious of this when he CLOSED
his eyes on Calvary hill and said II
is tinished.n He had done his part
He had lived a sweet pure life before
the race. Henceforth the response
bility was upon man to study anC
absorb that life. Have we done il
No, we are doing it, however. Tht
world is growing better, due to tn
aQOpLlOn OF CDflSb teachings, dut
some time, some where it will be man
great Joy to say sit is finished" anc
fall into the outstretched arms o
Jesus To pass forever beyond tn
reach of sorrow.
BACK TO THE FIGHT.
The rosy finger tips of Dawn
Were tapping on the pane;
woke, when 10! busy day
Stood waiting in the lane
To lead me back into the fight
Though still the wounds were sor
That / received while battling
Grim cares the day before.
IN IOWA.
Winter made telling dash
And drove us to the fire:
Then kept gnawing at the sash,
Urged on by fierce desire.
heard him bowling 'mong the tree
Where but the day before
lpaused kissed py southern breeze
That met me at the door.
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