He sat down.
She got a huge ball of heavy cord from her bureau and spent the next twenty minutes in tying him up. Then she pointed out of the window.
"Is that your wagon out there behind the barn?"
"Yes, ma'am."
"Thought you would carry away my silver in it?"
"Yes, ma'am."
The woman called her husband, who was hiding behind the baby's crib in the next room.
"Here, John," she said, "take some of this furniture out."
John came in and got to work. The burglar watched with curious eyes. Suddenly his face blanched. He looked out of the window and saw in the light of the moon what John was carrying.
"What are you doing to me?" he asked.
The woman began cutting his cords.
"I'm going to load you up with all of the old eyesores that we have had in the house for these many years," she said, merrily—"all the furniture presented to us at Christmas by kind-hearted relatives, all the prizes we have taken at card-parties, all of the things we have bought at sales, all the family portraits—everything that we have been simply dying to get rid of."—Life.
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UNNATURAL EDUCATION
President Butler, of Columbia University, made the following reference to his friend, Dr. James H. Canfield, before the National Education Association at Denver, in July, 1909:
How patient he was with the typical errors
of the pedagog, yet how fully he understood
them! I remember a story that he told of
himself when he was chancellor of the University
of Nebraska. Toward the close of
the college year a young tutor of mathematics
who was completing his first year of
service came into the chancellor's office and
asked whether he was to be reappointed for
another year. The chancellor said: "Well,
what do you yourself think of your work?
What have you done that you are proud
of?" The young tutor answered, "Mr.
Chancellor, I have just held such a stiff examination
in my course that I have flunked
sixty members of the freshman class." The
chancellor looked at him kindly and said,
"Young man, suppose I gave you a herd of
one hundred cattle to drive to Kansas City,
or Omaha, and you came in to tell me that
you had driven them so fast and so hard,
and had made such good time, that sixty per
cent had died on the way. Do you think
that I should want you to drive any more
cattle to the Missouri River?" "No, sir,"
said the tutor. "Well, I do not think we will
let you drive any more freshmen."
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Unrestrained Religion—See Inadequacy of Non-Christian Religions.
UNREWARDED INVENTION
George Dawson, in his lecture on "Ill-used Men," notes the shameful neglect that befell the famous inventor of the spinning jenny that revolutionized the textile industry:
Poor Hargreaves died in a workhouse;
his wife, a widow, sunk into that black mass
of under-current which ever underruns the
tide of England's prosperity; and thus the
man whose labors gave England the greatest
wealth she ever possest, sunk into oblivion
unrewarded.
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Unseen Forces Trusted—See Trust in God.
UNSEEN, RESPONSE FROM THE
The materialist says: "Scientific history
seeks the discovery of facts." The Christian
answers: "It is not so; scientific history
seeks first the discovery of the forces which
shape facts." And the first wireless
telegraphers conveying a message that saves
the world were the apostles of Jesus Christ.
After His ascension into the unseen from
that wireless station named the upper room
there went out the call C Q. ("This is the
signal that something important has happened
and that all other stations and vessels
in the wireless zone must instantly stop sending
and give attention. The next flash came
C Q D. The added D meant danger, and
the three letters together are a cry for help,
a general ambulance call of the sea.") And
it was in response to the disciples' call upon
the invisible Christ there came rolling across
the spiritual seas the ships of Pentecost.
Those same wondrous vessels, thank God,
are still pushing out from port in the unseen,
not only to rescue, but to greaten and eternalize
the life of every storm-lasht pilgrim!
Truly, with a fresh and vivid power wireless
ships publish the reality of the unseen.
(Text.)—F. F. Shannon.
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