Omaha daily bee., 1915-10-18


tell you. men. I think ia rather be a
pauper with my wife and babies begging
bread from door to door-t think I'd
rather be stone blind or racked with
every disease and ruin--rd rather have
all my friends forsake me. and bo able
20 sting II Know that My Redeemcr IAv-
eth than TO have all this worlds goods
without Jesus
In tho Pacific Garden mission. OF which
our friend Harry Moore IL the superin-
tendent a man. a college graduate once
told this story OF his life. He came back
home after hts graduation and drank and
caroused and his prodigslity sent his
mother to the grave.
DisEraced Hts Family Turned Ont
of Home.
one day his father met him on the
street of little town and rebuked him
for being drunk. He cursed him and
spat In hts face and doubled UP his fist
and in his drunken condition would have
felled him 90 the ground. but man
caught hts arm.
His father turned and went 60 the house
and walked out through tho kitchen into
the orchard. HIS shrieks OF agony startled
the neighborhood and he went back into
the house and sat down. Presently his
son came staggering and reehng up the
walk.
The old father rushed to meet him en-
the steps and he had just started up when
he grabbed his son by the shoulder and
hurled him around. And he said TO hint
II 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 newer been dis
grAced but by you. You have made us
hang our heads in shame and you have
put your mother IN the grave. and have
turned my hair gray.
Your sister Is ashamed to 60 out in
company. Now. then. leave home and
change your name and do Il now
And the father pushed him down the
steps and he started out. His sister ur-
stairs listened to the commotton and hur
ried down the little pebbled walk and
caught her brother at the gate She
threw her arms about him and said:
Brother. goodbye. God help you.
Every night at S o'clock as long as l
live. win be on my knees praying for
you. Remember. brother"
Thought of HIS sister Praying for
HinA
He started to roam and went fiom
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 tho po-
lice station to sleep on the stone floor
He couldn't get money to buy poison.
He was covered all over with vermln,
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. He
went east on Van Buren, and Dearborn
streets. and a. ne stood on the corner
he heard the clock strike 3. He leaned
against q lamp post and wept. man
standing near. passing out tickets for
the Pacific garden mission. said:
What 10 the matter. pair
He said; My sister lie praying for me-"
The missionary said. Come in, we
will help you. Walk In"
He walked in and when the invitation
was given he went up and dropped TO
his knees and accepted Jesus Christ.
They watched him a couple OF weeks
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. Don't ask him for money,
for he viii think you are working
game on him and trying to con him out
Of some money. You tell him what you
have done"
The young man wrote home and said:
Father. 1 am trying to make you
proud OF me yet. When come back
you will be proud to receive me. and
sister will be proud to walk and ride
with me In the family carriage"
Yes. Il Pays Well 70 Serve the Lord.
They said to him that ne was not sim
cere and that they had paid him to do
it. He said:
yes I am paid. Sin drove me away
from home and Jesus Christ Is send
ing me back. have been we'll paid"
His father sent him a check for S.
and told him to get some clothes and
hurry home. Waiting back I'm that
little town In Ohio were his father and
sister,
YES, I am we'll paid" That Is what
Il does to serve God and keep His COM
mandments. 1t pays to serve God,
Choose We this day whom ye will serve"
When I come to lie down to die and
reflect on my past life. want some
thing more than TO know that was
the richest man. admit courage IN
any man, but when / come to die I'll
want something better than intellect. God
forbid that I should say anything against
education, but want something better
than that.
When come to die I'll want some
thing better than you've got, infidel.
are you here7 God forbid that 1 should
say anything behind a mans Rack OF
after he has wrapped the drapery o.
the couch and slid into he'll.
InKersoll that mouth full OF sWeeten-
ing wind. that painted echo. the man
who took great delight In knocking the
crutches from under the decrepit when
they stoop peering over the pit OF the
grave; Ingersoll. when he stood by the
coffin Of his dead brother said that life
was a dark, barren vale between the Ice
clad peaks of two bleak eternities.
wants better Thought of Life Than
That.
II death lays hold upon my loved ones
and am compelled to 60 TO the grave
yard and hear the elods with that un-
utterable sound as they strike the c1ffin,