The Richmond palladium and sun-telegram. [volume] (Richmond, Ind.) 1907-1939, 1922-05-22

The
man down the street, and there was
nothing left but two graves in which
he buried faith and hope.
o! tell me not, o infidel.
There is no Christ, no heaven, no
hell,
A solemn murmur in my soul
Tells of a world to be,
AS the traveller hears the pillows roll
Before he reaches the sea.
When every earthly hope has fled,
When angry seas their pillows fling.
How sweet to lean on what God said,
How firmly to Christ's cross l cling.
Years ago, the keeper of a draw
bridge on a railroad received an or
der to keep the bridge closed, as n
special train was due at a certain
hour. Shortly after receiving it., a
tug boat whistled for the bridge to
turn to let a three-mast schooner
out to sea.
He looked at his watch and said:
Il have time to let her through"
He turned the bridge and she pass
ed out to sea. Trying to swing it
back. the machinery refused to work.
He heard the shrek of the whistle
of the special. She dashed upon the
partly closed drawbridge, and down
she went and II lives were lost.
That mans hair became as white
as the driven snow. They took him
| to Wards island, where he paced
back and forth in his cell for years
The only intelligent words he was
ever heard to utter were:
"If 1 had"
Oh, there are multitudes in hell
| They regret the opportunities they
had and let go by. They'd give
worlds to have one more, but it isn't
theirs.
Then, you will meet your consci
ence. Your conscience is that sense
with which you distinguish right from
wrong and white from black. Much
of what is called modern doubt is
simply the neglect of the finer feel
/ ings. You know the history of mos;
1 infideIity is that men were once con
victed of sin, but they wouldn't yieIo
to Christ, and now they have become
blatant infideIs.
| Darwin tells us that in his origi
nal plan, he was going to be cler
gyman, and early in his career hs
/ spent five years in the forests Of
] South America. He discovered while
there that his love for music and hi;
love for poetry and his love for re
ligion faded
Disbelief Starts
Slowly.
He said disbelief crept over him a
! a very slow rate. He said, but a
last it was complete in its mastery
the rate was so slow that at first he
/ felt no distress. You know the alb
normal development of one facult,
or in one direction prevent a nor
NAL growth in the other directions.
If young man decides to consume
all his strength in making strons
muscles and a big chest, and all that
he becomes a physical giant, but h'
becomes an intellectual pigny. Oh
the other hand, if a fellow locks him
self in his room with his book, stud
les all the time and becomes a book
worm, he will become pale, weak
anemic physically, although he viii
have a very strongly developed brain
but he hasn't got a body to hold i
up.
| What we want is a well-developeC
proposition all around, a fellow WHIT
can get out and throw ball like this
And when before God, your mem
DRY turns the secret spring, your mem
DRY will do it's work. Some people
spend a lot of dough to have theil
lives written before they die. Don
waste it! God is writing a bette
book than you will ever write ant
when God gets through, it will be nj
work of fiction.
God will put down the names o
your ancestors that were hanged TO
stealing horses out west. The Lore
will put it all in Do you swear? |
goes down Do you lie? There it is
Do you steal? There it is. Did yol
sell some get-rich-quick stock and fax
and put 1t over on the other fellow
: Down she goes. There are thousand
: of people who would cut off thei
right arm if they could undo and for
get.
i Pleasure Won't
Drown Memory
Some plunge into pleasure trying t.
drown their memory. Cain will neve
forget He's been in hell now 70
5000 years, and he'll never forge
that he slew his brother Abel. TIL
fact is, he was a murderer and so il
i hell he remembers the incident. Il
hell, he remembers what led up to il
:. In hell, he will remember the fac
of his brother In hell, he can Sc
|, his blood squirt. Your memory neve
dies.
Goodbye, l said to my conscience,
Goodbye for aye and for aye,
And / put her hands off roughly,
And turned my face away.
And, conscience, smitten sorely,
, Returned not from that day.
But a time came when my spirit
Grew weary of its pace,
And / cried, "Oh, come back Cor
science,
l long to see thy face"
And Conscience cried, I cannot,
Remorse sits in my place"
You will meet your conscienc
where you had your opportunities t
do good. You will meet your record
it will all be laid bare You ca
jump into your automobile and Civ
her the juice and step on her an
, then when you come back home
look at the little jigger and shel
tell you how far you've been.