The daily telegram. [volume] (Clarksburg, W. Va.) 1901-1926, 1914-02-11

AGAINST Dances. Gard Parties
and Other Things In Social
Life is Delivered.

4 ter nun Der OF Soul stirring songs
/ led by /. d. Johnson, and a well
trained choir. Mr.. Hyatt sang maze
terful solo. The Great judgment
Morning. The pastor evangelist,
the Rev. e, r. 1IeEldowney, chose as
his text the tewn tieth verse of the
eighth chapter OF the book of Jere-
mfah, Not Saved Holding In his
hand copy of the Daily Telegraui,
sdr. McEIdowney said This is one
of the best daily papers IN the state,
and i propose to prove by its pages
the necessity of salvation, and the
proof is here typed on It's pages that
men need salvation am not finding
fault with this paper; am prafs1ng
IT. and it has the truth the editors
have received from the Associated
Press wires. They who furnish this
splendid paper print. the good as wen
as the bad. they have given your pas
tor reporter a column on the front,
page that is rather unusual. thank
them for him for this kind consider
alton
Mr.. McEldowney read from the
drst page the headlines of con-
tempt caarSo againss a woman, and
OF another woman who Jeaped to her
death from a roof of a fifteen story
building, saying after he read SAL
needed, and some one was RESPONSE
BILE for the suicide, and the crime
and some day God would make known
the secret that had ruined, and cursed
the lives Here is a bootlegger cap
tured, and another in the tolls of the
law. You say they should be shot
say the twain needed salvation, not
saved"
Here / find another said the
preacher, "of banker who begins
his life In the stae's prison. Why
do not you know the reason men are
not saved? And IL you will permit
Il will turn to the cause" said the.
evangelist as he opened the fele-
gram to the social column. Here
is the school of crime, charity ball
Say, If need help do not pull off a
charity bali for my benefit. allow me
to starve, and tell the fo'Fs I tifea cf
typhoid fever. Here is another school
Social Dance. place uAe entp-4&t-
sis on the social. The next step down
I find is the. card party. dance, cards,
criInet Here is gneethe paper calls.
Another and sure, enough it is an
other"
Reaching in his pocket the speaker
drew out an envelope saying as he did
so, here is an invitation to one of
these, or some other sent me with
postage due on it, sent as an insult
am NOT SURPRISED the fathers o.
these dancers killed my Saviour, and
the grandmothers got rid of John the
Baptist. If the one who sent this in
vitation to me is q woman q am sor-
ny to use the same. name / would use
in speaking of your mother). Well
venture this female is plaything
of some man. She when ready for
the bed she sleeps in tonight will
have placed all her character in the
clothes press, or on the chair in her
room. Her character is her dressing.
The preacher took on his gloves
when he said If 1t was man, whSt
he said to him was plenty. Dropping
his big hand into the face of the big
congregation, and with eyes flashing
fire the preacher demanded: Da-
one Of you say that what is needed
tonight, and yesterday, and tomorrow
is salvation? The hands on the clock
of destiny will point some day to the
last hour. Not all men and women
who have lived. and died were saved
not all who live now will be saved. I.
have stood with the sorrowing, and
saw the loved one lowered into the
grave when my lips were sealed, and
had no word of consolation, no word
of hope / saw some weep last night,
and yet they said no; no. Some
have reached the time when they can
not weep, they do not feel God calls
but your ears are closed, your heart
is hard, your conscience is scared.
Not Saved,
This book said the preacher,
touch the Bible. lis the master
piece of God, light OF the ages. Com
tains the compassion of the Son OF
Mary, the heartbreaks of God! the
song of angels, yet to some 1t is moth
ing. Dast covered it lays. It is IN
read.
This New Testament is written ID
+ the blood of Jesus Christ. Men who
4 in their research of discovery has e
done some marvellous things. / read
iof a surgeon who held in his gloved
hand a human heart, and between its
/ throbs sewed stitches in it, and yet
| the surgeon cannot heal broken
heart. He cannot in his therapeutics
I knowledge make a drop of blood, vet
| from the side OF His Son there came
blood sufficient to wash clean q world
of sin, and pollution.
when God made this Old world he
made her with words. = Springing on
top the altar rail the preacher gave
an illustration Of God standing over
the chas1n of chaotic nothingness, and
hurting his words forth. Let there
/ be light /" and how the light I'M
/ sheathed its sword and cut the dark
j ness away. God can open the gates
of the morning without crack on
! their hinges, and close them as quiet
lily at night God can hang a star
4 take the song of an angel, put q few
i feathers around it and turn It loose
In the forest His Son could hea
the leper, open the eyes Of the blind
j raise the dead, but tell you II yot