The Caucasian. (Clinton, N.C.) 188?-1913, 1910-07-28
THE CHORES.

Doctor Graham preached a won
derfuI sermon this morning. didn't
he?" said Mrs. Arnold 20 her friend
Mrs. KimbalI as they walked home
together from church.
81 feel as II had been lifted up far
above the petty cares OF life, and
had a vision OF what one might be
IL there were not so many things TO
distract one. IL only We could live
on the mountain top, but"
Il know" said her friend; "it re-
minds me OF a bit of poetry saw the
other day:
Above us sternly loom forever
The mighty mountains of endeavor,
And whose in their summit stands
Looks on the sun-kissed table-lands,
We grasp our mountain staff to climb
Their sky enshrouded peaks sublime.
Up where the crystal torrent pours
And then-we stop to do the chores
81 remember years ago we had a
stranger preach for us one Sunday.
He was quite eloquent and very ear
a wrong impression. The common
everyday duties seemed of no &C
count; we should constantly be striv-
ing to do great things, something
which would make our lives worth
living He made our hearts burn
within US; we went out Of church
filled with longings to suffer martyr
dom, or go on a mission to the utter
most parts of the earth.
II lay awake half the night think
ing and planning what I could do,
and got up weary and dissatisfied.
And never, it seemed to me, had
everything conspired against me as
1t did that day. Instead Of going
forth to do mission work, was tied
right in my own kitchen to the home
lest, most prosaic tasks. I came
down quickly from the mountaintop
and rebelled furiously. Oh, it was
a wretched day! I was sure at night,
as thought it all over, that never
had been a Christian, and never
could be.
Happily l had a dear old saint
for a neighbor, and she bound up my
wounds and set me on my feet again,
facing the right way. She told me
she had read of a wealthy college
graduate who enlisted in the Civil
War His friends expected to hear
ton; so imagine their surprise when
they learned that he was spending
his time shoeing the horses Of the
regiment 1t seemed that some time
he had learned the rudiments Of
blacksmithing, and as it was next to
impossible to find any one to shoe
the horses, he had offered his SER
vices. Somebody must do it, he
wrote home, and if l can be most
useful to my country in this way l
shall be satisfied. I enlisted for the
purpose of doing my best to win glory
for the Stars and Stripes in any way
assigned me; so I must needs accept
! cheerfully what falls to my lot Just
! to be ready to do whatever the Lord
shall appoint, whatever will help
most right where we are-that is our
duty" said my dear old friend.
I'm thinking we shall find when
we get over yonder that much of the
| best work done in this world has
been the faithful work of common
people in common, everyday life.
| Life could not be lived unless the
/ chores were done; so don't let's fret
over the doing of them. Since they
| are necessary, let us glorify them by
doing them unto the Lord"
| And we never know but the Give
loaves and two small fishes" may be
used to feed a multitude. A rich
iron manufacturer used to loan books
to his boys and men every week
Andrew Carnegie was one of those
boys, and he resolved, if ever he was
able, to initiate his employer. The
Carnegie libraries are simply a pass
ing on of the kindness and help he
received from his employer
"And God, who studies each separate
| soul,
Out of commonplace lives makes his
beautiful whole"
Kate s. Gates, in Pittsburg
Christian Advocate.