The Daily Ardmoreite. [volume] (Ardmore, Okla.) 1893-current, 1920-11-22

expects TO die in the gutter. But
every life is like a besieged city.
l have read in the wonderful heart
of man.
That strange and mystic scroll,
How an army Of demons vast and wan
Bcleaguer the human soul.
Every man finds himself assailed
by unseen and unnumbered foes.
Death ONE like an invading host
and demands the surrender Of the
soul. Disease awaits us in the dark
ness. Temptations beset us. Misfor-
tunes are ever hammering in our de-
~fenses. Like Belshazzar in Babylon
many a man thinks himself safe and
gives himself TO pleasure when the
clock of destiny is ready to strike
the hour of midnight.
The dangers that conquer us never
come in the way we expect. If Cy-
rus had tried to cross the moat and
scale the walls he would never have
succeeded. But the simplest, easiest
and most unexpected plan imaginable
was employed, For months his SOL
dlers had been turned into artisans
and canals had been digged around
the city. On the fatefu, might
when the king and lords were rev.
cling in drunken security the embank-
ments were cut away and the riven
ran around the city in its new chan
nels and the conquering army marched
under the walls through the river
bed. BE sur your sin will find
the way we expect. We worry for
80 years about dying with cancer or
consumption and her get knocked
over when We are happy and well
by an old automobile. Sin like sick
ness always finds our weakest point.
A man never dreams his heart is
weak until some little sickness lays
an unexpected load upon it. Even a
cold always settles in weakest parts
of the body. That's the reason so
many of you have colds in the head.
Like Achilles every man has a vul-
nerable point and the devil is the best
strategist and often gets under a
go over them.
Misfortune is certain. What will
you do when II comes? Belshazzar
had Daniel and Daniels God within
his walls, but the prophet was put
in prison and God forgotten. Like the
wanton king we take the golden YES
sells from the temple OF God and
prostitute them to the basest uses.
Her me men! There is help from
or high, and it is your only help.
Your soul is besieged and as certain
as night follows day you are doomed
without the help Of Christ. What
will you do when habit, misfortune,
disease and death beat with their
battery rams upon your body? Hear
me men! There is still time. Your
doom has not yet been written out.
Shaping D%estinies
There's a hand that's writing now,
God to every nation, to every
church and TO every man. The final
judgment is either found wanting
or found faithful" There is a hand
that's writing nov It's writing on
your face, The drunkard and the
harlot have the record Of every orgy
on their countenances. The liar can't
look you in the eye. The mark OF
Cain is on many a brow and with
Lady Macbeth the murderer knows
THAT damned spot will not out"
II that We're all 'twould be bad
enough but The hand writes our sins
on the lives of others. Stanton said
he could read in the deepening lines
Of Lincoln's face the geography of
every battle of the civil war, and
in the care lined face Of the hopeless
wife / read the record of her hus-
bands sins. If a mar is determined
to go to the devil he has no right to
drag a good woman down with him.
He has no right to be married, 10
bring deformed and imbecile chill
dren into the world. Let him so to