The Fargo forum and daily republican. [volume] (Fargo, N.D.) 1894-1957, 1912-05-13
Continued FROM rage SIX

SN~E@ SNA4 he 70 $780,
up when he grabbed his son by the
shoulder and hurled him around. And
he said to him:
= want you to do two things and
do them now. / want you to leave
home and / want you to change your
name. Our family name has never
been disgraced but by you. Iou have
made us hang u heads In shame,
and you have put your mother in the
grave and have turned my hair gray.
Your sister is ashamed to go out in
company. Now then, leave home and
change your name and do 1t now"
And the father pushed him down the
steps and he started out. His sister
upstairs listened to the commotion and
hurried down the pebbled walk and
caught her brother at the gate, She
threw her arms around him and said:
Brother, good bye, God help you.
Every night at 8 o'clock as long as ]
live, I will be on my knees praying for
you. Remember, brother"
He started to roam and went from
bad to worse and from worse he went
to-Chicago. He struck the bottom.
He got so low down that they told him
not to come back to the old barrel
house down below the dead line on
Clark street.
They told him not to come to the
police station to sleep on the stone
floor. He couldn't get none to buy
poison. He was covered all owe with
vermin. His clothes hung in rags on
his body. He was sinking. His hair
was matted, and his eyes were filled
with matter and bloodshot.
One night he started for the lake.
lie went east on Van Buren, and Dear
born street and as he stood oil the
corner h heard the clock strike s. He
leaned up against a lamp post and
wept. A man standing near passing
out tickets for the Pacific Garden
mission said:
What is the matter, pal?"
He said:
My sister is praying for me-"
Was Well Paid,
He said to him:
Come in, we will help you. Walk
in"
He walked in and when theainvita-
ton was given he went up and drop
ped to his knees and accepted Jesus
Christ.
They watched him for a couple Of
we.ks and gave him everything to do
that they could. They told him to
write home and tell his father what he
had done.
They said:
will think you are working a game
on him and trying to con him out of
some money. You tell him what you
have done.
He wrote home and said:
Father, l am going to make you
proud of me yet. When 1 come back
you will be proud to receive me and
sister will be proud to walk and ride
with me in the family carriage"
They said to him that he was not
sincere and that they had paid him to
do it. He said:
Eyes, 1 am paid. sin drove me away
from my home and Jesus Christ is
s~nding me back. l have been well
paid"
His father Sent him a check for $50
and told him to get some clothes and
hurry home. Waiting back in the lit
tie town in Ohio was his father and
sister.
Yes, I am well glad. That is what
it does to serve God and keep his COM
mandments. 1t pays to serve God.
Choose We this day whom We will
serve"
Wealth Not Everything.
When 1 come t. lie down % die and
reflect On my past life, / want some
thing more than to know that I was
a great L-S.aess man, or that I was the
richest man. I admire courage in any
man, but when 1 come Il die, I'll want
something better than courage. I'll
want something better than intellect
God fold that I should say anything
against education, but I want some
thing better than that.
When I come to die I'll want some.
thing better than you've got, inf1del
are you here? God forbid that / should
, say anything behind a mans back, Of
after he has wrapped the drapery o.
, his couch and slid into hell.
Ingersoll, that mouthpiece of sweet
ened wind, that painted echo, the mar
who took great delight in knocking
2 the crutches from under the decrepi
. when they stood peering over the pi
of the grave. IngersolL, when he stooC
: by the coffin of his dead brother sal
that life was a dark barren vale be
tween the ice clad peaks OF two blacl
eternities. If death lays hold upol
! my loved ones and I'm compelled to g
to the graveyard and hear the clod
r with that unutterable sound as the
strike the coffin where the grave digge
rs blasted the grave out of the froz
en- soil of winter or chiseled it througi
the greensward of May, or cut
through the golden grasses and leave
! of November when I go back to m
y home, over which the death angel ha
spread his black wings, when I woul
give my right arm to see my love
zones again or my eyes to press them !
my arms again, in an hour like that
r. want to be able to say more than tha
life is a dark, barren vale between til
: ice clad peaks of two eternities.
Mr.. Sunday said in all respect
the past presidents, that no man ha
T. been In the white house in the pal
s. twenty-five years with a keener int
OF lect than Bob ~IngersoIl. He prevente
I'd himself being governor of IIinoi
,k senator from his state and even pres
in ident OF the United States. tChoo,
We this day whom We will serve"
Mr.. Sunday told an interesting stol
1g of Valentine Burke's conversion
reading one of Moody's in
st. Louis paper. Valentine Burke at
he erwad became deputy sheriff Of S
he Louis county. When Sam Jones WI
unable to arrive in time to conduct
or snriaa Of meetings because OF illnes