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Show A NEW DEFINITION OF A' CHRISTIAN ' Edmund Vanco Cook, of Cleveland. Ohio, write? tho following definition of a Christian in tho August American Ameri-can Magazine: AVhat js a Christian? cornel forgot the book and the text divining: Forgot the motes and tho bounds of faiths; we have come to a now defining. de-fining. Forget tho Christian who died tho death he esteemed his Maker's, Und the Christian who hackled here tics and cheerfully quartered Quakers. Qua-kers. Never Mind tho confessional Christian Chris-tian you may classify with a label; Hut what is your test of tho "Chris- 1 tlan" you soat at your family tablo 7 Never mind tho communicant Christian Chris-tian whom you kneel besldo Easter mornings; Who's tho man you endorse for the rest of tho year nor qualify with a wnrnlng7 Wo know tho annointcd, crucilled Christ who Is glorified on' Sundays, Hut aro wo so sure of the Vlllngo Jew on the Saturdays and Mondays? Who camo fresh eyed to the Jewish town with Its blcker'ngs and barter? bar-ter? (A model wo have not Improved much yet In our latest city charter! ) Glvo us a "Christian!" Glvo us oho, whatever his churchly rating, Whom wo may trust- In the market, unwhtched and unhesitating; Glvo ub the man who pay's h's debts In tho spirit ho makes collections. And wo are willing to mnko some allowance al-lowance If he lacks In h's genuflections. genu-flections. Give us tho man who toes tho raa'k lynl takes, if ho must, his beating. And wo do. not ask what his taly Is at tho Friday evening meeting; Tho man who respects his fatherhood ns a woman her maternity; Glvo us tho man who comes to time and we'll trust him in Eternity. i' 4 "h MY TEMPLE IN THE HILLS Free do I live, as tho timber; Nature laid out my plan Quick to resent, quick to forgive, fair play 'twixt man and mtm To somo I suppose, I'm an outcast broken of prido and forlorn, Tramping jrnlls with a hnuntim; past, cursing the day 1 was born. I'm nearer to God than you are, wearers wear-ers of frocks and frills; I worship Him sen sou to season He lives in these solemn hilts. lie wnkens mo each morning, guideH snfo my camp at night. There's no need of clergy adorning one's conduct of life, to be rght. An autumn sun Is shining, It's Sunday away back east. To mo It's just another day in Time's eternal feast. These hills smile to mo In their gladness, glad-ness, tinged with facial hate; And hero untouched of sadness, I've reared my Temple &t stajto. My servlco opens at sunrise; tho birds call me to prayer. I listen In ndorhtlon, for they sing nnd thoy breatho HIb air. At times tho wind resembles strange noiso of a city's throng Tramping churchwnrd, a movement attuned to nn caper throng. "Onward, Christian Soldiers, marching march-ing as rt whr" I seem to hear a girlish voice, carried from very far "With tho Cross of Jesus" but now it fades away, Hlendlng with wondrous b'rd songs, cnrollnfTof tho day. Proud up I of my1 Temple, a surlne in tho play ground of God Living life better than many who'd refuse mo n passing nod. I'm nenrer tho Throne thnn you are, who scoff with our frocks and frills, For I worship Him season to season, Ho lives In theso wonderful hills. JAY CAIRNS. ! ! ! It Is now lllegnl In Toxas to got drunk nny where but at homo. Thus tho Fireside cornea In for a boom. I 4 ! What makes your noso so red? aked tho man In tho lobby of the Mnrtlnlquo of a well groomed old man. Oh, replied tho W. G. 0. 0., It blushes with pride over its ability to keep out of other people's business. .- .J. 4. Visitor I called to say that I'm willing to give a testimonial that your medlclno has cmed me Patent Med'clno Man Hr er what is that npaln? '.ior. "h- ! me of m ' ') " ''"', -I . r - -Puck |