Show THE OM OLD THAN PASSED but st peter any use for the grim old lady truth seeker oct 17 1896 1 st peter stood at the golden gate with a solemn mien and air sedate when up to the top of the golden stair A man and a woman ascending there applied for admission there they stood before st peter so BO great and good in hopes the city of peace to win and asked hiked st peter to let them in the woman was tall and lank and thin with a scraggy beardley beard let under her chin the man was short and thick and stout his stomach was built so it rounded out his face was pleasant and all the while he wore a ki kindly adly and gentle smile tho The choirs in the distance the echoes woke and the man kept still while the woman spoke 0 I 1 thou who guardett gu ardest the gate said she we two come hither beseeching thee to let us enter the heavenly land and play our harps with the angel band of me st peter there is no doubt theres nothing from heaven to bar me out ive been to meeting three times a week and almost always id rise and speak ive told the sinners about the day when repent of their evil way ive told my neighbors ive told them all bout adam and eve and the primal tall fall ive shown them what have to do if pass in with the chosen few ivo ive marked their gathof duty clear laid out the plan of their whole care career er ive talked and talked to fern em loud and long my lungs are good and voice is strong so good st peter plainly see gee the gate of heaven is open to me but my old man I 1 regret to say walked exactly the narrow way he Si smokes nolies and he swears and grave faults hes got and I 1 dont know whether hell pass or not he never would pray with an earnest vim tim or go to revival or join in hymn so I 1 had to leave him in sorrow borrow there while I 1 with the chosen united in prayer he ato ate what the pantry chanced to afford while 1 in my purity sang to the lord and if cucumbers were all he got its a chance whether he merited them or not but 0 st peter he loves me so T to 0 the pleasures of heaven please let him go ive done enough a saint ive been wont that atone cant you let him in by the grim gospel I 1 know itis so that the must fry below but there some way you can see that he may enter chos dear to me I 1 its a narrow gospel by which I 1 pray dray but the chosen expect to find some way of coaxing or fooling or bribing you so that their relations L can amble through and say st peter it seems to me this gato gate kept as it ought to bs be you ought to stand by the opening there and never sit down in that easy chair and say st peter my sight is dimmed but I 1 dont like the way your whiskers are trimmed they are cut too wide and outward toss look better narrow cut straight across well we must be going our crowns to win so open st peter and well pass in st peter sat quiet and stroked his hia staff but in alp spite ite of his office he had bad to laugh then said with a airy gleam in his eye chos tending this thia gateway you or I 1 and then he rose in his stature tall and pressed the button upon the wall and said to the imp that answered bell escort this lady around to hell the man stood still as a piece of stone atone stood sadly and gloomily there alone A lifelong life long settled idea he had that his wife was good and he was bad he thought if the woman went down below that he would certainly have to go that if she went to tho the regions dim there a ghost of a show for him i slowly ho he turned by habit bent to follow wherever the woman went st peter standing on duty there observing that the top of his hia head was bare ho he called the gentleman and said 1 I my aily friend how long have you been wed thirty years with a weary sigh then he thoughtfully added why st peter was silent with head bent down he raised his hat and scratched his crown then seeming a different thought to take slowly half to himself he be thirty years with that woman there no wonder the man any hair swearing is wicked smokes kolis not good he smoked and swore I 1 should think he would 61 thirty years with that tongue so sharp hot ho angel gabriel GIVE HIM A HARP A jeweled harp with a golden string good sir pass in where the angels sing gabriel give him a seat alone one ona with a cushion up near the throne call up some angels to play their best lot let him enjoy the music and rest see that on finest fineal embrosia embr osla he feeds hes had about all the hell he needs it be hardly the thing to do to roast him on earth and the future too 11 they gave him a harp with golden strings A glittering robe and a pair of wings and he said as he entered the realm of day well this beats cucumbers anyway v and so BO the scripture text stood fast T te he last shall be first and the first shall bo be last |