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HomeMy WebLinkAboutThe Wingham Advance, 1914-05-14, Page 3TI'IURSDAY, MAY 14 1914 THE WINGHAM ADVANCE Children Cry for Flefcher's The Sind You Ilave. Always Bought, and which has boen in use for over 30 years, has borne the signature of and has w a been made under �s We cr n sonar supervision since its infancy. Allow no one to deceive you in this. All Conntorfeits, Imitations and "Just -as -good;" aro but Experiments that trifle with and endanger the health of Infants and Children—Experience against Experiment. What is CASTORIA Castoria is a harmless substitute for Castor Oil, Pare. goric, Drops and Soothing Syrups. It is pleasant. It contains neither Opium, Morphine nor other Narcotic substance. Its age is its guarantee. It destroys Worms and stlllays Feverishness. For more than thirty years it Las been in constant use for the relief of Constipation, Flatulency, Wind Colic, all Teething Troubles and Diarrhoea. It regulates the Stomach • and Bowels, assimilates the Food, giving healthy and natural bleep. The Children's Panacea—The Blether's Friend. GENUINE CASTORIA ALWAYS Bears. the Signature of hi Use For Over 30 Years The Kind You Have Always Bought .THE CCNTAUR COMPANY, NEN YORK CITY, ...r,e,-71.. * •A�'-F ircr7,7=4: •s1Giw:T' "' K,71.. Visit the 0 n' `Poor I 0110 Tess at "The Arena," Montreal May 18th to 23rd inclusive Every citizen who is interested in the welfare of his community should take advantage of this un- paralleled opportunity to obtain information about good roads that Nvill enable him to intelligently assist in promoting a greater prosperity for that community and himself as well, by creating better and More economical Iiving conditions. All kinds of Good Roads will be demonstrated but we want you to see our Concrete Road E thibit and learn without cost the advantages, the..prac- ticability and economy of the "best good road"— the Concrete Road. Our staff of road engineers will be in attendance to give you the fullest detailed information of the economy of Concreteas a road building material.. Don't wait for someone else to take the lead. Come in person and get first-hand facts, or write Concrete Roads Department Canada Cement _Company Limited 1109 Herald Building, Montreal 1 li 1 � re e . �„- a -''.v..s 'k a ,, ;;:s;�,3. .tK•;C^r;:a:.,rt"'„_,. 'moi x ,�,%a:�s:�+s:.�... sz:,,�..rq'.a'.:..c• •n-.._..'�'�'.�.. .'� Yi�T$.*„-"[N' .' ..a S.,..e vT..+.M'•J°•,",.w... ..�...a..a�v.a.•Y.. n.,c-.w.v. .p. There is just one question to ask after you've heard an Edison Phonograph "How soon can I get one?" The wonderhtl new hornless instruments have talked and sung and played themselves ueto amazing popularity. The silent, smooth• running motor, the diamond reproducing point that does away with bothersome changing of needles, the beauty of design and the sweet- toned, unbreakable Blue Ambetol Records requite no argument. Listen unci tee fol your e% Any up- to -date phonograph dealer will be glad to give you a, free concert on the Edison today. hula upon heating the Elliot. You can get ase Withent delay. Edison Monographs a tad R oordr are sold by D V 1 D 13t� i CA ti ernenii" It Ait'1 • lab a &pon. on the week BY RSV. BYRON N. STAUFFER Pastor Bond Street Cz!ngregationai t.,hurch, Torouleeve YOUR. P l S OTNE SAP ON 3TR�0 M R R Text; "As one whom his mother gomforteth."--Isaiah $6:13. The phrase provokes a smile, for it has been used as a twit of sats casm. It is flung at some brave youth who shakes his head when they ask hire. to take a walk into the by-paths that incline towards the precipice. "Come along! Come hi and take. something. No? Huh, you're still tied to your mother's apron strings,' are you?" And the young man hangs his head as if half sorry that it is true. Hold up your head, young fellow:, it is a compliment they are uncon- sciously paying you. Never mind,. those apron strings belong to the most beautiful raiment on earth. Your' mother's apron deserves a place at the Toronto Exhibition. Some of our. money kings could point to it and say.: "That was what held me as ct piece, of scaffolding." Mother may have been poor, she may lave been rich.. She` may have done all the work, or had the assistance of one, two or three maids, but the time you. thought her.: handsome was when, in the early morning, you found her downstairs with her apron donned, ready to work for you. That apron was her insignia of office, her toga as queen of home. It may have been a great piece of architecture, reaching from the chile to the feet, with ruffles and frills.; may have been made' by her own fingers or bought at a Ladies' Aid bazaar at famine price's: It may have been dainty and small, to match her quaint head-dress, Just large enough to hold your tired head. But it, was beautiful, whether made of cheapest calico or finest silk. It was grander than alee`"te robes of King Solomon's palace, re, re luxurious than Cleo- patra's choicest gown, richer far than the coronation robe of the Empress Josephine. Werth never made , such a garment. Mrs. Howard Gould's end- less array of dresses are soiled rags beside it. For that apron was a badge of your mother's goodness. What a good woman your mother was! What good people mothers are, the world over! You didn't altogether realize it then. You were so used to mothe'r's goodness, you never fully appreciated it until you had gone out into the world, and you aro to be forgiven for not quite knowing your own mother's heart. Some folks live together a life -time without knowing, -.each other's real virtues. Chaplain McCabe, the great Metho- dist money -raiser, used to tell of a well-to-do old couple who entertained him over Sunday in a flourishing rural community in Ohio where he was raising money for frontier church work. On Monday morning the old farmer's wife called him out into the kitchen to say, "Now, Chaplain, you know we gave you $10 for your good cause yesterday, but I do feel that that isn't nearly all we ought to give. But my husband never was muck of a giver. Now, I've saved $50 from; butter and eggs without his knowiri', and I want you to take it. Here it is, but don't tell him, for he's stingy; you know, though he has a good heart." The chaplain had hardly put the bills into his vest' pocket when the old farmer himsele put in an ale: pearance, looking just a little glum.. Dr. McCabe was fearful lest the. con- versation had been overheard,. and hiS suspicions were seemingly confirmed; by a rather embarrassing silence dur- ing breakfast, and an invitation, shorte ly afterwards, to step• outside. "Chaplain," whispered the old man, when they had reached the wood• shed, "I want to tell you something: I feel I ought to do something more for these Nebraska churches. This $60 is for a dug -out chapel, but for goodness' sake don't say a word about it to Betsy, for she's drefful close- fisted." Niow, you see, they had lived with each other forty years, and yet had ' never seen the best room in each other's hearts. But time has 'given you a perspective view of your mother's graces, and you know her better to -day than you did when you were daily with her, though you have trot heard her vales for years, even though oceans sweep between you and' mother's cottage door. ,To -day it all comes back to you. Mothers are the best policeme>,t on earth. God keeps the world orderly by giving people children to love and nourish and guard. The moment that heretofore carefree young maiden holds 'in her -arms her firstborn babe, she becomes the guardian . of the n•orals of the street. Mother knows, by instinct, what is harmful. She does not need to have a close acquaintance with the great world's sins. The mother hen need not know the hawk's nesting -place, llor fly as high as the sharp -clawed enemy of her brood, in order to warn her chicks when an ominous shadow flits across the barnyard, Neither need your mother be familiar with grill -room and gambling hall to advise ybu against questionable resorts and wicked companions. * • * Those apron strings are durable. They wear a lifetime. There never will come a time when you can do without them. It is a mistake to try to shake them off, even afte:you leave home. Is she still alive? Then let me congratulate you; a man is never old while his mother is hi the 'flesh. The finest letter you will get this yeat ef grace will come alongabout stubb l `tune. It )vis begin with some cum paratively trivial matters and they: hurry along to where the plat beglus: "We heard from John's folks the other day. They :are all coming to see ue over the holidays. So we are fattening two turkeys for Christmas dinner." Enough said! She need not even atilt you to come, in so many Words. But has made a trolling line 'of her apron, string, tied the letter to it as a hook,, baited the hook with turkey, and is flinging it at you across dozen counties or a half-dozen provinces. And at Christians time, "she'll haul it in, with her bay et the Other end, You'll go down te the de- pot and stand in the lone line of people buying holiday -rate tickets, and Spur heart will almost leap out of yeur body, for mother's apron strings are tugging away. They will tow you on the train, along the track, pull you off at the little country station, lhr.rry Pre sleigh over the snow to the old homestead, draw, you ihto your another's arms. Oh, my boy, my boy, let her throw her apron string like a lasso from where she is, out in' the country, to your boarding house in the gweat city. It is her right, it is your erivilegte Let her advice be honored. Her coun,• sel'is for your good. Of all admirers, she is the one most interested in your welfare. She may .not be strictly up-to-date, but she is your very bee friend, young man. tons; after she is dead, those strange :will still endure, They give you a sort of long-distance telephone con- nection with the House of Many iMansians. Crossing a Canadian lake one summer evening, we were sing - Ing old-fashioned songs as a sort of safety valve ' to the entlausiasm of rvacatfon time. One chorus ran: "Sweet -Belle Mahone, sweet Belle Mahone, Wait for me at Heaven's gate, sweet Belle Mahone." A fine old gentleman with swarthy Bard sang heartily. As we finished, the tears were streaming down his 'cheeks; Phe grasped my hand and leading me aside, said: "Pastor, I sang that song at home forty years ►ago. Mother liked it, ' and used to um it at her work. One day, after went west, I got a letter saying, Mother died last night. Her ines- hage to you was, "Tell Ben I'll wait for him at Heaven's gate, like sweet Belle Mahone."' And, pastor, I've tried, ever since, to live se that 1 icould finally meet her there." So to -day you have the memory of her goodness, as the fragraece of roses distilled in a vial long after the flowers are chilled by Jack Frost's breath: Is it net worth while? You may miss her physical presence even now, but you can never be rob- bed of the holy influences that her life has shed upon your way. And I care not how uncouth, how unletter- ed, your parents may have been, if they were faithful to the children over whom they were appointed guardians by the great Father above, your best heirloom 1a the memory of their life, t * * Then, besides being durable, mother's apron strings are strong. "Tied to mother's apron strings" Is a significant phrase, for no tethwr ever held a 'colt more securely. One summer day I saw a little chub- by baby boy literally tied to his mother's apron strings. ft was in front of a little Shack, and Os emoting English housewife had tied: ON wee fellow to the railing in fiend alt the house, giving frim about six feet of tether. There he was, with the apro'i string stretched tight, for he seemed bound to get away. He was vainly endeavoring to grasp a broken bottle just out of hi's reach. A little fur- ther on was a mud puddle that wolfld have made a fine addition to his morn- ing's play—and also to the family washing. And still further was a flight of hard street steps over which he might have fallen, if left untied. I thought, "There's the point; *Other's apron strings keep us from the broken glass of improper appetite, frons the mire of wallowing associations, and from the precipices of headlong wickedness." Ah, there are holy tethers that bind a man to decencyl • What keeps you as good as you are? Did you ever stop to think? There are some trespasses that frons the point of desire would not be distaste- ful to you. Why is it that you have avoided them? Perhaps for the high- est reason, you love the good! Or almost equally high is the thought that goodness is well pleasing to God. Perhaps you are not that far on; you simply remember that it pays to be good. Or youmay, say, "I am walk- ing in the eye of God, God sees me and I must behave myself." Or lower still, yga, lowest of all reasons; you are afraid of police, jail and hell. That motive of itself never kept many people good very long. But Outside of the entire gamut of these reasons, there are girders that hold a man steady, like the girders that keep together the framework of a house. You are a beam in a social htrueture, and social girders bind yon to goodness, and confirm you ih vir- tuous habits. There is the respect of a community, tor instanee, Ono of the advantages of a permanent residence is that the ' ood opinion of his neighbors will Mold many a man in check, who, if e good entirelyy alone, might go into pearcesaes. Then, there is the "burden of a family" as some very thoughtless folks call it. The ballast of a family would be far store expressive. To be kept steady by the burdens of mouths to feed and bodies to clothe is really a blessing to many of us. But somebody's love is the strongest and best tether of all, 0 man, the love of a wife, the loveof a Mother, the love of a child, hold you in check. These are the tethers that bind a man to decency. I know a man who, years ago, had been leading a dissipated life. He suddenly changed his habits, quit drinking, began to work hard, saved his money. wont into business and d has become C mp Y y wealthy. o arati el One day I met him on the street about lunch time and he tools me into his auto, saying, "Parson, you'll break. bread with me to -day," So we went. sailing but to hia.house. On the verandah was an invalid's chair,' from which stretched two long, thin arms to greet that man. The poor hunchbacked girl had settled sa low in the pillows that I almostthought It was an infant lying there, until those dieproportioned arms were lifted up, But what a face of love was hers! That big Iran let his neck be squeezed and hies cheeks caressed., until his voice became soft as he Whispered, "Papa's treasure!" As we passed into the house, he eatd, "Brother Stauffer, that poor child has been the making of me. It is seven years ago now, and she was ten years old. I came home one even- ing, sullen from drink and discouraged. with business cares, I noticed that she was depressed, and I urged her to ten me what was worrying her. She said, 'Well, papa dear, I've been. praying for you all day. I've been 'asking God to change your heart and 'take away the taste o_ f drink. And oh, dear papa, don't be angry, but rest been so afraid you would become a drunkard, and then what would happen to your poor crippled girl?' Then she cried, 'I can't °walk, you know, and I can't work. Oh, dear, Why did God make me crippled?' 'To have you love me . and make me a 'good man,' I cried. And from that day •cel, I have never touched liquor. I started out to save my money in or- der that my motherless child should never come to want. I can see it all now. My crippled girl is here to keep the straight; I couldn't live without her; she's my guardian angel." • # • They are long those strings of another's apron. You would almost think they were made of elastic. What is the longest line in the world? The C.F.R., you answer. It extends from Halifax, Nova Scotia, to Van- couver, British Columbia, Wrong. The longest line in the world is mother's clothes -line; it stretches from pole to pole. Tho young fellow who inflicted that riddle on me might have guessed again, for on that clothes- line waved his mother's apron strings, stretching from the cradle to the grave, from childhood's merry days to the decrepitude of old age. They reach across continents, and are as cables beneath the seas. They stretch to the summit of the loftiest mountain and dangle across the lowest hell. "If I were hanged on the highest hill, I know whose love would follow me ' still, 0, mother o' mine, 0, mother o' mine. "If I were drowned in the deepest sea, I know whose tears would come down me, 0, mother o' mine, 0, mother o` mine. "If I were damned of body and soul, I know whose prayers would make me whole, 0, another o' mine, 0, mother o' mine. At the end of those strings is sometimes tied a Bible with this writ- ten ,in stiff handwriting on the fly- leaf: "From mother, to James." Somebody tells of an English boy two journeyed to fhroff Australia. He grew careless, and never even took 'from his trunk the little Bible his mother had given him. Work being slack, he had to write home for money, His mother's letter, in answer, was full of news and counsel, but without the remittance he so much needed. A posteript said: "Be sure to read your Bible, James." He wrote again, chided his parents' neglect and plead- ed for immediate help. Another let- ter told of home incidents, the friend- ly enquiries of old neighbors and the love they all sent him. Then another posteript, reading: "See Psalms 119: 18." He threw down the letter and burst into tears. His parents were deserting him. In his extremity he fell on his knees and prayed. It re- minded frim of his religious neglect, and lie rose to reach for the Book. In curiosity the sought for the verse to which This another had referred him. He read, "Open thou mine eyes, that I may behold wondrous things—" He turned the page for the next word, and there pinned to the leaf, was a twenty -pound bank-note1 Open it to -day, my friend, and in mother's Bible you will find the coun- sel that will in the end bring to you all the help you require. * * • Can mother's apron strings be broken? Yes, but you will have to deliberately cut them. Satan fur- nishes the shears for that awful task. But if you once sever them, I fear that nothing else will ever hold you to decency. There Is a law of charac- ter, says good old Austin Phelps, whereby the wickedness of a man is proportioned to the holy influences he has overcome. When the son Of good parents completely breaks the tether of his goodly tutelage, he falls even lower than the children of tho re- ligiously indifferent. Simon Legree was offered his last chance to coupe back to goodness when he received the letter telling him of the death of the mother lie had struck in' his an. ger on leaving home. She forgave hien freely, the message said, and had directed that a leek of her hair should yl t Your f dil o Stationery printed be Went to hila as a token of her love. Simon tore up the letter with an oath, and threw the white curl into the Are. From, that day his heart grew harder end his life more depraved, }Ie had cast from him the last Ilfe-ling of ar sternal love,,_., Oh, my brother, your mother's apron strings dip down from Heaven tonight; grasp them now. Mother' love is an earnest of the love 'f mother's Gad. "As one whom h' mother comforteth, so will I comfy:: you." The Heavenly Father say; 1 and He is (e'en more compasslonat than any m :thar can be. He want' you to cos:h,me. You have oft(:',. heard of m ..hers leaving the door unlocked and the , hoping y light sit hD in year o after year that the prodigal would return, It is not difficult in the light of those evidences of unquenchable love, to believe that Heaven's gate will stand open, waiting for the last sin -stained, grief -laden, repentant son of grace to stagger I have a brother living in a suburb of St. Louts, Mieeouri. The 'Frisco Railway skirts the baek end of his flvo-acre lot. Hie wife's brother was brought to his home to die of a lin- gering diverse, The sick man had with him his patient wife and an unmanage able boy of thirteen. Scolding and whipping had little effect on the lad, and one day, after cutting up afresh, he ran away. The neighborhood was scoured in vain, The newspapers helped in the search; circulars de- scribing the missing boy were mailed. to the postmasters within a hundred miles, but all of no avail. Conjectures ran all the way from drowning to kidnapping, . The poor mother could do little but hope and pray, Finally, from far-off Indian Terri- tory came a postal card reading: "Dear Ma: I ran away with tramps, but ani all alone now. I am willing to come home. If you won't scold and Uncle Stauff won't whip me, I'll come. I'll ride into St. Louis on a 'Frisco freight train, or walk. If you promise, hang out a white sheet from Uncle's back porch, and I'll see it. "Your son, "Arthur." Think you that mother lost any time? Can't you guess right now that there were sheets enough out there on that porch next morning to start a Jarvis street boarding-house? And don't you suppose that those sheets looked radiantly beautiful to the, peni- tent as he was hanging on to the brakes of a freight car, whirling into town that day? Why, those sheets were the tokens of his mother's apron strings. They said: "Come home, sonny boy!" They said: "No spank- ing to -day, my boy." They said: "Uncle's whip is broken, laddie, and your mother has cried so much, she'3 forgotten how to scold; come hon come home," And those sheets keit on flopping their welcome until the little prodigal was' in his mother's arms. So calls mother's God through the voice of mother's love. TIMBLR :'ALE r[e'ENDERS will be received by 1 undersigned up to noon of the eth day of July, 1914, for the right to cut: the Red and White Pine timber an Berta,. •1 B, 1 0, and 1 D, in the Mie- eiesaga Forest Reserve tributary to the north shore of Lake Huron, each Berth containing an area of 36 square miles, more or less. For maps and conditions ofsale ap- tly to the undersigned or the Crown' I imber Agents at Thessalon, Sault -.te. Marie, Webbwood and Sudbury. W. H. HEARST, Minister of Lsnde. Forests and Mines, Toronto, April 18th, 1914, N. B. No unauthorized publication of this notice will be paid for. 34 44. •l. 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