Ottumwa tri-weekly courier. [volume] (Ottumwa, Iowa) 1903-1916, 1908-11-24

beating?" He laid her ear against his
heart and she said: Papa where did
Won come FROM" He looked at her
and her little finger nails were blue.
Pretty soon she unloosened her clasp
from around his neck and reached her
arms out to an imaginary person, her
face lighted up, she smiled and wh1s-
pered: Papa, you needn't carry me
over: yonder comes mamma with
Jesus and the angels. They will take
me over the river and they bore her
away on their snowy wings to their
immortal home. He laid her on the
bed and sent for my friend, DR.. Knox.
Why didn't he send for the
president of the infidel club;
why didn't he send for the saloon
keeper, or the dancing teacher, or the
progressive euchre prize winner? |
tell you, board Of trade failure, ex-
pansion or anti-eXpansfon evolution,
sociology, physiology Mars, Neptune,
Venus and Saturn all make good
text when one is well and alive and
there are no empty chairs around the
table and no newly made graves IN
the family lot, but when the death
dew gathers on the brow and the death
rattle is in the throat and the lurld
lights of the farther shore are in the
| face of your loved ones, then it Is that
YOU want the consolation of the old
time religion. There is nothing on
earth that can help you like the Cos
pei of Jesus Christ In time Of trouble
sir The old Gospel ship will go down
the streets of Ottumwa Look yonder,
business men, There are your wife
and children standing on deck and
begging for you to come and get on
board. Get on board, it is going by!
In times of a great awakening like
this. Ring the door bells and say,
Come on, give your heart to God"
Now is the time to talk to them about
God
Listen! Hear Me.
| want to say to you. listen Hear
me. The world doesn't care for your
soul. 1t will give you money. 1t will
give you fame, but it doesn't care for
your soul. How melancholy have been
the last days of some whom the world
has called great Caesar was stabbed
to death. Alexander the Great sat
down and wept, as he wrapped the
y
frey languished in Jail Charles got
a melancholy streak and locked him
self up. Napoleon spent his last days
upon St Helena's barren rock. How
sad have been the latter days of many
who have climbed to the very pin
nacle and looked down.
; The world doesn't care There is
many a man, when he takes his din
: ner bucket and goes to work in the
store, in the mill, or on the farm, his
mind is perplexed: he knows few
brief years will wind up his earthly
career, and he wonders how much OF
the Bible is true. He wonders If it IS
:fgurative; how much is literally true
There are men in Ottumwa who would
pull out their check hood and write
[ check for one thousand or five thou
sand dollars if they could have i
| proven that the Bible is the Word o
/ God Jesus the Son of God, heaven FOL
) the saved, hell for the lost. salvation
only through Jesus Christ. But i
won't cost you cent You can come
and listen and | will tell you in five
minutes that it is true, because the
mouth of the Lord hath spoken" Thu
world doesn't care.
Did YOU ever hear or read that stOr,
told by Count Tolstoi? He tells of :
man to whom the government woul'
give piece of land as long as the dis
lance he would traverse and re-traV
erse between the rising and setting o
the sun AS the sun came tripping
over the banks, the signal was givel
and away the man ran. over the hill
and valleys, on and on. In the distanc
he looked and saw what at first h
thought was mirage, but what prove
u to be a lake. He leaped into cano
{ and padded to the farther side: n
:, leaped out and said, "Ah that
Il mine" On he ran. He saw a wooc
:; land along the edge of which trickle
a stream and like the heart pantin
: after the water brooks, he plunged il
i waded the stream and Clambered u
S on the farther bank, dripping and wit
d exhaustion said. THAT Is mine" O
II and on he ran, over the hills and va
d legs, driven by cupidity and avaric
and greed When at last he raised hi
r eyes he staggered back. The sun ha
e passed the meridian. He said, Il mus
retrace or | will lose it all" So h
a. ran From the bank into the streal
n he leaped and swimming, wading an
d floundering he clambered up the ban
n, and on he hurried. Reaching the lax
2, he leaped into the canoe and paddle
Q in the other side. Then on he raj
Friends came to meet him. They sa
10 he was about to lose. He threw off h
coat and vest. With his hair stream
ing in the wind and the perspiratio
rolling down his face, eyes blood sht
and almost bursting in their socket
| like Damon OF old he rushed on, al
| just as he reached the starting poll
he stumbled and fell at the stake, ar
as he did be cried. Il have won" T
4 remained motionless They looked
him, and then running to his side the
gazed upon his face and he was dea
He had won, but he had paid the prit
with his life. Yes. you will win TIL
political Office, but hell will be Il
price you will pay. Yes, you will ha'
gang of fellows in Ottumwa walk !
and pat you on the shoulder and laus
at your dirty, rotten story and sa
t"Youre dead game sport, pal b