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and assure him I had not forgotten my faith- 

 ful and devoted friend, his joy and gladness 

 seemed to know no bounds. His joyous at- 

 titude over just a little kind recognition has 

 been a rebuke to me ever since. And, by 

 the way, is there anywhere else in the round 

 of the whole animated creation such an ex- 

 emplification of the text as a happy dog? 

 " Rejoice and be glad." Had not a lot of us 

 (we who are professing Christians, for in- 

 stance) better take a pattern after a well-fed 

 and well-trained dog? Are there not others 

 than dogs who are literally hungry for a 

 word of recognition, sympathy, or encourage- 

 ment? perhaps some have done you impor- 

 tant service in times past, and you have 

 been so busy you have forgotten all about it. 



This dog might have said truthfully to 

 the bystanders who wondered to see the dog 

 single me out from all the rest, "Why, Mr. 

 Root and I both belong to the same church, 

 and our delight is to serve all humanity 

 wherever our services may most be needed." 



Once more, are we rejoicing and being glad 

 as we might be and ought to be? Have we 

 not just as good a right to be glad as our ca- 

 nine friends? and have we not as much rea- 

 son to be glad every day of our lives? 



Belonging to the same church reminds 

 me of an incident of years ago. A profane 

 and drinking man was in the habit of swear- 

 ing and blaspheming on the streets when a 

 little under the influence of drink, and in 

 this way he would often collect quite a crowd 

 just to hear him swear. As nobody seemed 

 to want to interfere (for he was a tough char- 

 acter), he seemed to be getting worse; and 

 one day I decided I would try to stop him; 

 and if I failed I intended to appeal to the 

 authorities. I came up behind his back, 

 and the crowd began to snicker as they look- 

 ed toward where I stood, expecting, doubt- 

 less, to see more fun. He finally turned and 

 faced me, and stopped entirely in his har- 

 angue. Some one said, "Why, Dave, what 

 made you stop all at once when you saw Mr. 

 Root was in the crowd ? " 



"Why, boys, I stopped because brother 

 Rootand /both belong to the same church." 



The idea that the speaker ever belonged 

 to any church, or could belong to any 

 church, caused an uproar of merriment; and, 

 if I recall correctly, I pushed forward and 

 took his hand and called on all present to 

 witness that David had confessed before the 

 crowd that he belonged to the church of 

 Jesus Christ. He was sober enough so he 

 remembered what he had said, and it paved 

 the way for several talks with him, the out- 

 come of which was that he promised to stop 

 drinking and swearing, for a time at least, 

 and promised me he would come to me and 

 give me notice before he drank another 

 drop. For a year or more he was a sober 

 man, saved his money, and cared for his 

 family; and peoiile began to hope he was a 

 changed man for good. Finally he came to 

 me, reminding me he had kept his promise 

 so far, but, for certain reasons, he had decid- 

 ed to go back, partly, to his old habits. I 

 reasoned, begged, arid implored, but to no 



avail. I finally urged the needs of his family. 

 Said I, "Mr. H., you have more money now 

 than you used to have? " 



"Yes," admitted he, as he took out of his 

 pocket a great handful of silver, "I have a 

 little more money; but on the whole I think 

 I will try a little drink for a while." 



I did not know then, but I found out later, 

 that during his hard drinking he had incur- 

 red a disease that is not easily managed, 

 and Satan had put it into the head of this 

 poor lost soul, ruined both in mind and 

 body, that his forced abstinence was what 

 made him feel so badly, and that a little 

 drink occasionally would bring back his old 

 former self. Poor deluded man! the drink 

 only aggravated the trouble; and not long 

 after, when I met him on the street his 

 former jovial manner was all gone, and he 

 told me he was near to death's door. He 

 had scraped up a little money from friends, 

 and was going alone to the city to see if any 

 of the great doctors could give him any 

 help. My conscience troubles me now to 

 think that, if I had given a little more en- 

 couragement when he had done so well (like 

 the shepherd dog), he might have tided 

 over Satan's temptation, lived for years, 

 and died a Christian after all. "Be ye not 

 weary in well doing, for in due time ye shall 

 reap if ye faint not." 



PUMPKIN PIE AS AN ARTICLE OF DIET, 



FROM AS HIGH AN AUTHORITY AS 



DR. H. W. WILEY. 



Our readers may recall that I questioned 

 whether pumpkin pie is, as a rule, to be 

 recommended as an article of diet. Well, 

 our good friend Neal submitted the matter 

 to Dr. Wiley, our United States Chemist. 

 Below is what friend Neal says, and under 

 it is the letter from Dr. Wiley. 



In Gleanings for Aug. l, 1910, A. I. Root throws 

 mud at my eating pumpkin pies. Now, he can 

 throw mud at my eating pumpkin pies, all he wants 

 to, and it will be all right. However, the doctors 

 claim that fat meat or lard is easy to digest, some- 

 thing like apples. Fat meat is an injury when 

 burnt; however, as the lard content of pumpkin 

 pies is doubtless what Mr. A. I. Root objects to, I 

 think pumpkin pies should be all right. I have Dr. 

 Wiley's opinion on the matter. I hope you may 

 publish his letter, as I know of no better aid to eat- 

 ing lots of honey than squash or pumpkin pies. 



Jonesboro, Ind. C. A. Neal. 



Mr. C. A. Neal:—l have your letter of the 3d in- 

 stant in relation to the wholesoraeness of pumpkin 

 pie, and yovir reference to the opinion of Mr. Root 

 that it is unwholesome. I am not competent to 

 decide opinions of this kind respecting the whole- 

 someness and unwholesomeness, as a great deal 

 depends on the individual. Foods that are often 

 well relished and well digested by some persons will 

 be rejected and regarded as injurious lay others. 

 Personally I am very fond of pumpkin pie, and 

 have eaten a great many in my time, and hope I 

 shall live to eat a great many more. 



Washington, D. C. H. W. Wiley. 



SOY BEANS IN OHIO. 



I notice you mention soy beans in Gleanings. 

 I have been growing them for three years. This 

 year I thrashed about 100 bushels from 3^ acres. I 

 think I have a very fine strain of medium green. 

 If they are as valuable as you claim, I can raise 

 many pounds of " beef scraps "' to the acre. I like 

 the coffee made from the early varieties. 



Baltic, O., Oct. 21. Jacob McQueen. 



