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A True Story

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The fullowing old story lias been publiahed herctofore in these columns, bilt (Jhaplain McCabe sends t to the Ínter Ucean in a little different font), and recommenda it to the socialista for perusil : A young man sat late at niht in i rum saloon. He wasspeoding liis mooev there, drinking and amblinjí. AsbamSd to go home ti his wronged family, he Hti_' red after al] the rest had retired. " 1 wish he would go," said the rurnsellcr's wifo. "Lethim alone," said her husbaod, "he helps to shingle our roof For us." Theyoung man lieard the remark. A sense of his degradatioo canae over liim; he aróse, left that saloon forever, went home to his family, and the next Sabbath he went wilh ihem to the hou -e of God. He was con verted, jeiped the cliureii, in 1 became a good, trne man. Months afterward he met the saloon keeper on the street. "Why don'tyou come a round any more?" be said : "Ah," said tho j-ouiij? woikingman, " I shingle my own roof dow. " The churchofthe Lord Jesna !a teaching rnany poor slaves of sin how to find liberty frora the bondage of Satan, and then tliey soon learn how to " shiuglo their own roofs." Is the church to et no credit for thia prevention of poverty '! Is the man who takog a single basket into the abode of poverty to be cornmended so fnr above the man who, by mighty prevailing prayer, rescues a sou! ('rom. death, and provides, meanwhilo, Cor a long procession of' bankets borne by loving hands to the happy circle of dependent ones? The only way to pcrmanently cure poverty of humanity is to cure its sin.


Ann Arbor Courier
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