The herald and news. [volume] (Newberry S.C.) 1903-1937, 1910-01-18

is no doubt, there's nothing in heav-
en- to bar me out, I've been to the
meeting three times week, and al
most always I'd rise to speak. I've
told the sinners about the day, when
they'd repent from their evil way,
I've told my neighbors, I've told
'em all bout Adam and Eve, and the
Primal Fall. I've shown them what
they'd have to do, if they'd pass in
with the chosen few. I've marked
their path Of duty clear L.
the plan of their whole career. I've
talked ard talked to 'em loud and
long, for my lungs are good and my
voice is strong. So, good St.>Peter,
you clearly see, that gate Of heaven
is open for me. But my old man, [
regret to say, hasn't walked exactly
in the narrow way. He smokes and
suears and grave faults he's got, and
I don't know whether he'll pass in
or not. He never would pray with
an honest vim, or go to revival or
Join in the hymn; so [ had to leave
him in sorrow there while I, with the
chosen, united in prayer. He ate
what the pantry CHANGED to afford
while I, in my purity, sang to the
Lord. And if cucumbers were all
he got, it's chance whether he mer-
ted them or not. But 0, St. Peter [
love him so, to the pleasure Of heav-
en-, please let him 60! I've done
enough! A saint I've been, won It
that atone? Can't you let him in?
By my grim gospel, I know its so
that the unrepentant must fry be-
low; but isn't there some way you
can see that he may enter who's dear
to me? Its narrow gospel, by which
I pray, but the chosen expect to find
a way, of coaxing or fooling, or brib-
ing you, so their relations can am
BILE through. And say, St. Peter, it
seems to me that this gate isn't kept
as it ought to be. You ought to
stand by the opening there, and neV-
er sit down in that easy chair. And
say St. Peter, my eyes are dimmed,
but don't like the way your whls-
kers are trimmed, they're cut too
wide and outward toss, they'd look
much better cut straight across. Well,
we must be going our crowns to win,
Sc open St. Peter, and let us ln.' St..
Peter sat quiet and stroked his staff,
b..t in spite Of his office he had to
laugh, then he haid with fiery
CLEAN in his eye, "Who's tending
this gateway, you or I?'' Then he
rose in stature tall, and pressed a
button upon the wall, and said to the
imp who answered the bell, "Escort
this lady around to-hell:" The
man stood still as a piece Of stone
stood sadly, gloomily, there alone. A
lifelong settled idea he had, that his
wife was good, and he was bad. he
thought if the woman went down be-
low, that surely he would have to
go; that if she went to the regions
dim, there wasn't the ghost Of show
for him. Slowly he turned by habit
bent. to follow the woman wherever
she went. St. Peter standing on du-
ty there, observed that the top Of his
head was bare. He called the gentle
man back and said: "Friend, how
long have you been wed?'' '"Thirty
years." with a weary sigh. Then, he
thoughtfully added, "Why?" St.
Peter was silent with head bent
down, he raised his head and
scratched his crown, then seeming a
different thought to take, slowly,
half to himself he spake, "Thlrty
years to that woman there! No Won
der the man hasn't any hair! Swear
ing is wicked. Smokes no good. He
smoked and sworG I think he would |!
Thirty years with a tongue so SHARPE
Ho. Angel Gabriel. Give him a harp!
A jeweled harp with golden string.
Good sir, pass in where the Angels
sing. Gabriel, give him seat alone,
with cushion up near the throne.
Call up some angels to sing their
best; let him enjoy the music and
rest; see that on the finest am
brosia he feeds, he's had about all
the hell he needs, it isn't hardly the
thing to do, to roast him on earth
and in the future too.'' They gave
him a harp with golden strings, a
glittering robe and a pair of wings,
he said as he entered the Realm of