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HILLSBORO, N. C., THURSDAY JULY 23, 1908. NEW .SERIES VOL. XXVII. NO. 45. c BURGEON, President, ' P. C. COLLINS, Cashier, CHAS. A. SCOTT, Vice President, J. CHESHIRE VEBB; 2nd Vice President THE UIUSBSO D 1375 r ndres an account with every man, woman and child in Orahrto r.nimtv fo new enterprises wo will be fiiad to oxtond such accommodations as is consistent with conservative banking yyc ciauii -w ..mv...uuvu iwi vianuo uouniy, ana win ciuaiy iurnisn iniormauon. . p6UR PER CENT. INTEREST PAID ON TIME DEPOSITS. DEPOSITS FROM OI OO UP TAKEN YOU, OUT' THERE" . . You out there! watching, watch in, ; ' . nf me above me, within me, enveloping me Soul! . Vvhat 'do vou make of this perverse breathing .Self of mine . - . . (iropine about lor tne luignx,, lee.iug its way line a cnuu, Turned hither and yon, sometimes buffeted, sometimes repelled, i Ak ,ir,vpn headlone as before a hurricane, Ofter excited, aroused, yea, even glorified, deified, for the instant Then Wind as a bat! You, out there! Where am I, what am I. why ami? Whither lies the Light?. , m . , - T.L. H., in Christian Registei, - "Indeed! Such things are flone "Yes, she is still alive and very, every day. You -must excuse my say- very anxious to he kicking as well," ing so; 5 hut er you . are getting a f returned Kimber, quickly, "hut ' as it little too old for us. We want yo.ing-; happens she does not know exactly er men." ;. I where to find you. I do. Now do 'Yes, that is what I thought. - But you understand ?J ' all the same, sir, I don't admit the Skinner Vat down and buried, his justice of it. I can do everything that face' in his hands. a younger person can do and perhaps "Confound you,' he said, thickly, do it better. As to salary, I'm only "I thought it was all over and for getting a hundred a year, and I doubt gotten." 7 if even a man half my ase would "Most men do comfort themselves take much less." - I with that belief;" observed Kimber. r Ski n neir's Skeleton Skinner shuffled his feet impa tiently. , x "My good fellow.7 he said, "I really can't waste time arguing with you about the ethics Jpf commercial "but they find out their mistake soon er or later. But, fblieve me, Mr. Skinner, I have no wish to cause you any distress. I have merely referred to the episode to show that I speak of THE;PULPIT A SCHOLARLY SUNDAY SERMON BY THE REV.. J. A. R. CAlRNS Theme: The Glory of Death. By PHILIP BEAUFOY. v. efficiency. - I suppose I have a right what I know. The skeleton is locked to do as I choose in my own office, in your cupboard, and -I happen to Now be sensible and take your gruel have a key as well as you: That's like a man. Otherwise Tmay change all: But I don't want to use the key my mind about furnishing testimon- if I can help it." i-t'. t-Un. lattsi "nnrincr I Dear on, iuu itiwii vs, to the fact that we are making con siderable reductions in our office staff, we regret to inform you that we shall not require your services af ter this day month, the 27th pros We shall, of course, be pleased to give you any testimonials you may desire in the future, and you have our best wishes for your subsequent ca reer." Kimber read the note three times lefore he was able to realize exactly what it meant. At first he had be lieved that it was a sort of joke on the part of the correspondence clerk; the fellows were always having what they called a "game" with 'him, be cause he happened to be the oldest man in the office. He had reached the critical age of forty-five and the in verted values of the twentieth cen tury demand that the last thing on earth to be respected shall be the dig nity of age But, although, in the beginning, he tad been inclined to regard the letter as a jest, further observation proved that he was quite wrong. The note hore the signature of "James Skin ner," the head of the firm, and even Dixon, the correspondence clerk, would hardly have had the audacity to forga that august gentleman's name. "So I'm to be kicked out," he mur mured, "and I can guess the reason. lm too old. That's it. Too old! I'm punctual, I'm quick, I'm everything they want, but my hair is going gray, and people don't refer to me any lon ger as that 'young fellow.' " A ieelmg of violent resentment seized his soul, shutting out the mild er sensation of sorrow. That would come later, of course, but iusfc now ials when you want them!" Kimber realized that the hour had struck for action. He pulled himself together and approached his em ployer. - , Mr, SKinner, he saia, "you are an ambitious man. I know that you Kduced a terrible impTession, "Yes, I'll do it," he resolved, arid, having brushed his hat and straight ened his tie, he climbed on a 'bus go ing westward. His-heart beat more swiftly than usual,' but his face was calm. 0e was even able to listen with a vague interest to the conversation of two men who sat in. front of him f'Yes," said the elder of the two, "it's what I've always said. Every man has a skeleton in his cupboard. Sometimes it's the skeleton of a wom an, sometimes of a drunken father, someifmps nf a lntiatip. broth pr. Tint there it is, and although he keeps the KUCd Ttt? yand your dismis A pause followed, during which various emotions throbbed through Skinner's poor, sordid little 7 soul. Rage, fear and surprise held the high place there, and it was easy to see that the words of his clerk had pro- have just been elected to a city com pany, and I believe that you Contem plate standing for Parliament at the next by-election." Skinner stared at him as though he believed his clerk had suddenly gone mad. "What the mischief has all that key of that cupboard in his most carefully buttoned pocket, somebody steals the key at last. That's what happened to poor Bennett." - His companion acquiesced, and then ''attempted a feeble joke. This led- the t conversation into a lighter vein, and the subject of skeletons was dropped. On the brain of Kimber, however, the chance words had made an impression. A gleam came into his eyes and a spot of color, glowed in his cheek. His mind worked with feverish energy .- The 'bus paused at Lartcastgr Gate. He alighted, and walked' swiftly to Westbourne Terrace, where the great man lived. He hesitated for a mo ment at the door, asking himself whether he should knock or ring, for sal?" he asked, abruptly. "More than you think,", replied Kimber, as he fixed his eyes upon the other man with a very acute , glance, "much more. For you must remem ber; Mr. Skinner, that I have been in your office twenty years and that dur ing that time I have kept' my eyes and ears open." The clock struck 4 "I'm afraid,"- said Kimber, "that I'm taking up too much of your time," "No, no, wait a moment." Kimber smiled and sat down again Presently his employer looked at him; intently. 'Mr. Kimber," he said, and the factthat he used the word "Mr." struck the clerk as being significant, 'I suppose-that you are not a y indie tive man." , "I hope not." rYou cannot really have any grudge against me except that you think .you have received an unjust dismissal."- : -: "j- 'That is my only grievance.! 'Suppose that the dismissal were Such: then, is the view of death that was taken- by the ' disciples ot Jesus . and v. the - apostles of the early Christian church. And I think it is ' abundantly clear that most of us are far away from such a view. - Death is to us the; last calamity. . We meet it with fear and uncertainty. How is one to account . for this strange dissimilarity? -How has a joy become a heartbreak, and an in spiration becomeja, terror? If we can answer this we shall answer many lesser questions, . and discover how it is that notpjily in death, but in sorrow and sickness 'and disap pointment we are. missing the con solation and" the glory that ought to dwell evermore in our hearts. " it is .clear, itmnK, tnat tne men who found and held to the glory of death were free from many of th subtle temptations that surround our lives. Th e atm osphere they breathed was pagan. 1 Be worK ,tney aia was unDonular. The Gospel they pro fessed was bitterly ridiculed, and op posed. . These men could not live Christian lives as "of course " The5 - had got to live it deliberately, pas sionately, earnestly. 'Tbey were driv en back to draw out of Christianity the very richest that , U, would give. To drift vr.s iranossible' They -were definitely n.it of : it. And as thej faced it all with the Spirit of Christ in their hearts, and with a great, he ro.'c faith iu Him, they discovered true Me stood and what rivers oi strength outflowed from Him into them ! ; a The foundation of their f earless- ness was experience, and so personal.. experience of Christ and their utter inability to find joy in the world made&v the glory of death. r , :. . Belfast, Ireland. The famous Presbyterian divine, the Itev. J. A. R. Cairns, recently delivered the follow ing sermon entitled. "The Glory o! Death," He took as his text: "To die is gain." Phil. 1:21. " The victory."-! Cor. 15: 57. - . Is it not remarkable that the thing that haunts us like a , terror is the hing that burns like an inspiration to he men who wove together the teach ing of this Book? What we trv to orget, they strove to remember. What we call calamity, they called blessing and deliverance. What makes us cry, made them rejoice. The clearest teaching of this Book is that death is glorious. It is an in spiration. And that teaching makes the uniqueness of the Christian Gos- Let us gather the incidents that seem to present this teaching: ; The great Teacher is going to die The hints at death grow clear and unmistakable, and Ihe hearts - of the disciples begin to ,fail them. ThAfSr bors and prayers and denials of those busy, ministering years appear as though they would issue in nothing ness. Even friendship is going to be taken away, and out of all those years only . a memory will - be left them. No other issue seemed possi ble. They j had no knowledge and - Out of their circumstances, and, ex. .. they had no power. And how did Jesus face that? What does He say? - What" can He say? He seems shut up by a logical: necessity to admit the dark forebod ings of His disciples. " But it was just there that the opportunity for the new. truth came -just at the point periences can't you catch a gleam of something that Is not ourown?Can't you see something in their circum stances and in their hearts that wo lack? 1 think both are abundantly- clear. ' ' .-" J , "'; :; rt-" lake our circumstances. We Iive in no : pagan atmosnherp. Th - ThPrP waiii inct a touch of iinpasl- to De withdrawn, the grudge, I im- when human effort seemed to fail and churches consecrated to the program he was not used to visiting at "swag ger" houses. Eventually, with .a touch of bravado, he resolved to do both. A man in quiet livery, opened the door. "Is Mr. Skinner at home?" he asked, boldly. The servant stared at him, guess ing that he was from the office and accordingly favoring him with the k3 could only feel enraged. It was contempt which all right minded flun Beandalous. brutal, altogether unius- keys feel for mere clerks. s "Don't know; I'm sure," he replied carelessly. "Then be good enough to inquire," said Kimber, sternly. The tone was brutal and produced He glanced around the deserted the desired effect. The man asked 0Ece, whence the clerks had depart- him to step inside, and inquired his to their Saturday afternoon foot- name. - tall 01" mnsi ViqII ttt V. ofl TflmHoi nnlr nut hia enrft and ached he had become to the place! wrote on it: "May I see you, sir, for r&e clock, the dinsv desks, the rick- a few minutes on a very urgent mat- ety stools all these things were part ter?" yis nte and had twined themselves "You will please give this to Mr. uw the routine of his davs. Some- i Skinner." he said. "I am sure he no he could not imaeine himself .will : consent to see me if unable, he reflected. What right had they to use the best years of a man's hfe and then fling him away on to tne dust heap when "the whim seized them? i viivi x wui jl n ug ue that he had often disliked the monotony 0f his toil, but now-that C1C was tne nrosDect of something and re- in any other room. It was home." .' f The servant went away turned a moment later. . - "Just sten in here and wait a bit." jlew and strange he shrank back into he observed, as he pointed to a room, e memory of that happy monotony the door of. which was open. Ji something like thesratified shiv- Kimber obeyed. There was a mir- tr With Whifb tho rlietiii-Ko. e1aana. , "-"iiis to tbe warmth of the sheets, to it and surveyed himself. Jove! " v;as Skinner's doine. of course, how wonderfully young and well he !T,e manager had always like him looked. The years seemed to have phantly. "I can promise you that I 1 lmbsr), and would never have sue- rolled from him during the last ten shan't try to escape; But, really, Mr f a Ris removal. Skinner, hew- minutes. The dominating Impulse Skinner, I doubt if you would have ver. was prejudiced in favor of which had seized his brain had been foolish enough to ask for police j?unS men; doubtless that trip to brightened his eyes and brought a assistance. There are cases where York last year had developed his glow to his cheek. He felt that he cotnpromise is the best plan and the amices, often had he heard Skin- was ready to achieve anything. Any- safest. This case is one of them. "r y that young blood was what thine! w The two men eyed each other, as re modern bnsirpe3 ,w WT.-rtiat An vmv want Kimhef ?" thoneh Uhey were measuring their U Was RtinTft.' a . ness in the exclamation. Skinner again shuffled his feetj but this time anxiety and not impatience. Impelled the mechanical action. "Well, an observant man can learn many things in twenty years. He can learn other things besides mat ters which concern the office. You understand?" -"What do you mean?" Skinner's hands were now engaged with his watch chain. He was twirl ing it nervously. A shade of pallor deepened in his heavy face. "I think," said the other man, coolly, "you can guess what I mean. I don't, want to hurt your feelings and to go into needless details.: But I daresay you will call to mind that there is a certain circum.stance which you would not like to be brought to light, either now or in -the future. This is a very censorious country, Mr. Skinner," and people insist on their Parliamentary representatives having unspotted records, or, at least,, rec ords where the spots are decently covered up. Need I say more?" Skinner did not reply for a mo ment. Then, with a sudden anger, he burst out: "So you're going in for blackmail, are you?" ' : "Pardon me, but I'm "doing nothing of the sort. I'm not asking for money. I'm asking, for mere justice. he is at AH these years i ve Kept sueui, wucu if I had liked, I could easily have wrung money from you by hinting to you of the exposure which a few Words of mine would bring about." - "And: had you done so I should have sent for a policeman," muttered Skinnerv-"'-" ; "Hardly, for if so why don't you ring that bell now and call in a con stable?" - observed Kimber, trium agme, would be witndrawn also? "Of course!". " ' A deep sigh of relief issued from Mr. Skinner's throat. He rose and almost smiled. "Then," he said, "you may con sider yourself reinstated." "Thank you very much, sir." - Kimber reached for his hat and um brella and went toward the door. - One moment," murmured . Mr. Skinner, "you told me just now that you were getting a hundred a year. That, is certainly not an inflated sal ary. I think I shall give you the charge of an additional department and raise the salary to 150." Kimber bowed. "Thank you very much, sir," he said again. r The contemptuous looking footman showed him out, wondering why -the caller smiled so expansively as he went down the steps. "I should like to know," reflected Kimber, as he climbed on his 'bus. "what Skinner's skeleton really is." Black and White. .'"V feeli as Skinnpr'a jrtir on o ocirpri n vnioo rnnsine him from his relative strengths. Kimber stood the j UUlUHi . C4 k-L JL U 1 M.wkWM M v -w-v - O 1 . ' of iMcoiftn' i I ,r,.? T7.io vm-inA ahninHv he Miro nf his emoloyer unflinchingly n . i'-vjjiuiin.i.r: i t- p 1 1 i in km i. i -;v-:i ir:. a- lluiii mwauv j w p. w . - - ainst the smooth faced brutal head saw that Skinner had entered; the Until that hour, he had never dreamed ID? an- fiu, mm rose in Kimber's soul. Tf nev had entered the nffioa nt that ? ?rnu Q Would not have been Wle for what happened. - goin- 'y he conceived the idea of hou,; r ni, 10 his chief's private umanamg an interview. ;",ay- at the office, it would be iOi" the strenm nf rallorc room. . . - . -f , "I took the liberty of calling, sir, in reference to this letter," he replied as he took "the note from his pocket and. handed it to his employer. ; Skinner read the letter as though he wasjnot aware of the contents. - "Well!" he said, as he returned it. "Well ! What about it 1 " ! f - "I have come here to ask you to re- I? ; oauL' an(l at most he would lO Snatoh a four : t... I ... .tIM". Vlanictnn oil. " V o on But. if bp s?wpfed. "and to tell you that I think j i v I r Mrr I. I I 1 t V' I M I Villi 111 I I I J 1 Iwlll. L.U UAlXU.MM . VS ujk V Wte - v;; ufy man's time. my long service. that he possessed so much courage The hour had called it forth, and lo, it had come. - ' "Now, look hereV said Skinner, af ter a pause. "All this may be mere bluff. Where are your proofs of your absurd statements?" "The nroofs," -replied . Kimber calmly, "lie in the mouth of the per son who confided tome the story." Skinner swayed back, a slight foam on his lips. " "Great heavens!" he gasped, "then she-" Why Razors Get Tired." "Do you know why we dip an razor in warm water before we begin shaving, and do you know why some ignorant men say a razor is 'tired?' " asked the barber. "Well, this is all due to the fact that a razor is a saw, not a knife, and it works like a saw, not like a knife. Examined under the microscope its edge, that looks so smooth to the naked eye, is seen to have innumerable v and . fine saw teeth. When these teeth get clogged withjiift all the honing and strapping in the world will do no good the razor is dull and nothing will sharpen it. Then is the time the ignorant say it is 'tired' and stop using it, but th wise know it is only, clogged. - "The wise, though, don't suffer their jazors to get clogged. They dip them in warm water bef orb they use them, and thus the teeth a?e kept clean. It is because a razor is a saw that lather doesn't soften . the beard, as so many people think. It stiffens it, so that it will present a firm and resisting - surface to the razor." Philadelphia Record. - - Newspaper Advertising the Best. The newspaper is ?the- best, adver tising medium. f.ncU the more we em ploy that and boycott" the other the better for the community. " Advertis ing devices and the bill-board are ut terly hideous. Professor Zueblin, in a Lecture at Boston. - There are only 104 miles of street railway : in England still holding to horse traction, There are sixty-four on which motive power " is steam twenty-five cable and four gas. human inspiration to die that its meaning could be. vaguely felt if not clearly understood. And -His new truth is this simply "That death is glorious. It has a glory all its own. John 14 gathers about that single truth. . That is its meaning, its pur pose I go to prepare a place for you, that where I am there ye. may be also." "Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid." That friendship and that inspira tion and that teaching that they loved so much and feared so much to lose, would become deeper and fuller and eternal because of the coming ot death. - They would: lose "nothing, they would gain much. "If ye loved Me ye would rejoice because I go." But you . say . Christ was somehow unique. "He was tempted in all points like as we are, and yet without sin." With His spiritual vision and power we can see how He couldybe fearless of death, and find in it a rich and abiding testimony to the truth of His Gospel, but what of the bur dened men the men who walk in mists and mysteries, who lack the vision and the power? Can death ever be less than a terroir and devoid of glory?' Let us see.v Take Paul. Our text is his testimony and confes sion. "To die is gain the vie tory." M -. raui s lire was hard, iiis years were crowded with labors and de nials. How , little response there seemed to be for all he gave! And what was it that burned before him as the shining .goal to which he longed to come what was the inspir ation that warmed his weary heart? 1 1 was death. - "I am in a strait be twixt, two having a desire to depart and to be with Christ, which is far better. Nevertheless to abide in the flesh is more needful. to you." "I am ready. Henceforth there is laid up for me a crown." And what is the glad note that Pe ter strikes to cheer the hearts ; of those who suffer and, pray and weep. and wait? What. light does he throw across the- dark; pathway of their tribulation? "Nevertheless; we, ac cording to His promise, look for -new heavensand a new earth: wherein dwelleth righteousness. Wherefore, beloved, seeing that ye look for such things be diligent, that ye may be found of Him in peace, without, spot and blameless." And what consolation stole into the heart of that lonely thinker on Pat inos shut away from work and friendship, and suffering; for the cross? Who are these that are arrayed- in the white robes. "These are they which come Jut of the great tribulation, and they washed their robes and made them white in the blood of the Lamb. Therefore, are, they before the throne or God, and serve Him day and night in"Hisy tem ple. They shall hunger no more, neither thirst any more, neither shall the sun light on them or; any heat, yor the Lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall feed them, and shall lead them unto living fountains of water, and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes." - of Christ are the most visible objects oi our cities. " They flaunt themselves in our faces. The bells peal out glad notes above the din and clash of uaiuf. auu wiiaL oi tne jooK tnat gathers up the teaching the words? and works of Jesus? All may pos sess and read it. To be a Christian Is no longer to be heroic. A man may confess Christ without apology. Nay! The under lying assumption behind all our ac tions is that a man is a Christian. To be otherwise a man must specific ally and ostentatiously deny it. We start our life with. Christian baptism;!, we are hid away with the undying words of Christian honp rfneintr nhnvo our sleeping place. We join our life to another, and rear our homes' upon the , Christian foundation. But all has degenerated to an idle form. It has come to be taken for grant ed. Men ask for baptism for their children and burial . for their dead. iipr.aiiKe u is niA nsnni thn ovnootoii thing. And,; brethren, don't you see where it has led us to? To a Chris tian formalism that contains no vital ity, , no power. We are living lives devoid of experience. We do not f eel the power of Christ, nor do we see the glory of His living presence. We mumble words that have no deep, abiding significance. It is tragic; it is horriLle. But it tlan life is losing much because of the success of Christianity. Because it has meant and: has accomplished so little to-day. Its success is the cause of our personalJoss. It is an old his toric truism that success' is the be ginning of defeat. It. has happened in empires and religions. It is the man who has to-fight for his faith that holds that faith as his most cher ished possession. -We take Christ as we take our , daily bread, without one thought of all it means, of all it represents, f And what of "our experience? My dear brethren, it is because we find our joy in tlie world and miss the joy of Christ that death has been changed from a glory to a fear, from an in spiration to a .dismay. We have grown to love the world this fading, dying world its joys, its music, it3 rewards.- We have grown to forget the saiired, eternal words of Christ as to what life is, and duty, and God. . And the 1 years race on'- busy, crowded years of laboi for place and money and success. When the night grows dark and lonely we. cry for comfort, and when the nay breaks away and weorget. We forgetl We for set! ! - ' r. ... Ah! it Is the man whose, night ha3 been the longest that kjows Christ the best and fears death the least. There arq worse calamities than sor row and Idefeat; One thousand nine hundred years ago Jesus warned - us against , success. It binds us and it holds 'much from us. - In the day c f our own sufficiency it i3'hard to sea and plan for Christy Is 1t.ii.0t impos sible? .
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