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distilled water at very little expense, and I fear 

 not enough attention was given to a very valu- 

 able invention. 



There, I have done a big day's work with 

 muscle, and a pretty good evening's work in 

 writing it up, and yet I feel tiptop. 



Good-night, and may God bless you all. dear 

 friends and readers of Gleanings. 



Our Homes. 



The Spirit of tbe Lord is upon me, because he hath 

 anointed me to preach the g-ospel to tlie poor; be 

 hath sent me to heal tbe broken hearted, to preach 

 deliverance to the captives, and recovering- of sight 

 to tbe blind, to set at liberty them that are bruised. 

 —Luke 4:18. 



A bee keeper asked me to take a ride with 

 him. We were going quite a long trip, and I 

 expressed fear that his light young pony might 

 not be equal to the task. He said we would let 

 her lake her time, and he guessed she would 

 make it all right. She seemed very docile and 

 willing, but I noticed she was only partly 

 '• broke." She was rather poor in flesh, but he 

 explained this by saying he had owned her only 

 a short time. Our road was right along the 

 track; and when a train came in sight we un- 

 hitched her. and my friend had quite a little 

 tussle with her; hut he held her so she could 

 face the danger, was very kind and gt^ntle with 

 her, and it was soon over. He calls her " Pet." 

 and I soon found he and Pet were getting to 

 understand each other better and better every 

 dav. 



Pet's sad story was something like this: Her 

 owner happened to want a horse when she was 

 about three years old. Because she didn't seem 

 to understand, and wouldn't pull on a heavy 

 load the very first day she was put into a har- 

 ness, he whipped, pounded, and clubbed her, 

 until there was almost nothing left of the poor 

 little colt. She came of highbred stock, espe- 

 cially for speed, and not for heavy work: and 

 so when her master didn't succeed in getting 

 her to pull he in disgust sold her. or what was 

 left of the poor thing, for only $12.50. Mv 

 friend, who is a Christian man, found her at 

 this stage, and gave $20.00 for her. Bruised 

 and bleeding, he (like a good Samaritan) took 

 her home, won her little horse heart by treat- 

 ing her kindly, and she soon became a " pet" in- 

 deed. He bought a light, strong covered bug- 

 gy, a neat little harness, and Pet soon showed 

 her gratitude by just making the rig "spin " as 

 she carried him back and forth between his 

 apiaries. On our last trip, as he was hitching 

 her up I noticed he had trouble in getting the 

 crupper in place. When asked about it he 

 repli<^d: 



" Why, Mr. Root, you surely have noticed 

 how her back down near the crupper is caved 

 in; well, this was done by a heavy blow with a 

 club before I got her." 



I had noticed this, and hai wondered if it 

 was a result of the pounding. But, notwith- 

 standing, pet seemed in a hurry to set started, 

 and she carried us two men almost .50 miles in a 

 day. and seemed as brieht and fresh, almost, 

 during the last mile as she did the first. The 

 whip was never used once, to make her go, and 

 she never once slackened into a walk unless 

 her master made her do so. During the week 

 or more that I knew her she had picked up 

 amazingly, although it seemed as If a large 

 doublehandful of oats was about all she requir- 

 ed at a feed. 



Does your heart boil with indignation as you 

 read this little story ? I know of at least one 



little woman whose mild gray eyes (ordinarily 

 mild) will fairly blaze as she reads this; and 

 sometimes they blaze to good purpose, too, in 

 behalf of the bruised and pounded horses. 

 What is the remedy, fViends? We have a Hu- 

 mane Society. I know, and it is doing a grand 

 work; but the greatest work is to be done along 

 the line of our text in " setting at liberty tliem 

 that are bruised." We want more "good Sa- 

 maritans;" but, above all, we want the horse- 

 men and the horse-owners couverted to the 

 Lord Jesus Christ, then we change the hearts 

 of these fiends in human form, an! thus bring 

 "deliverance to the captives" for both man 

 and beast. 



Not very long ago, in a town of 10,000 inhabi- 

 tants the Salvation Army was holding meet- 

 ings. While they were singing " Is your name 

 written there?" one of the workers noticed a 

 young woman in the audience, looking very 

 serious. In a gentle voice some one said to her: 



" Dear sister, wouid you noi like to have your 

 name written there?" 



" She did not reply, but burst'into tears.IrWhen 

 further pressed she replied: 



" Oh if it were only possible! but it can never, 

 never be written there," and then she sobbed 

 again convulsively. 



Reader, what do you suppose those Salvation 

 Army workers brought to light that night be- 

 fore they were done? Something like this: 

 Some years ago, when this girl was only a child 

 of about 14. having no home she went to keep 

 house for a relative, a man grown. This per- 

 son (not & man) set to work to rob the child, 

 whooa he was expected to protect. To rob her 

 of her money? Bless your heart, she had no 

 money, and that is why she was obliged to 

 work out. She was too young to work for 

 strangers, and so she was to have a home with 

 a relative. Mesides. this relative belonged to 

 some kind of a religious organization— at least, 

 I think he did: but those who knew him best 

 were aware that he was a bitter skeptic. He 

 was one of that hard sarcastic kind who call all 

 Christians hypocrites. Why, I have seen so 

 much of this in my life that I have begun to 

 think that, if I were living a life of daily crime, 

 I wouldn't talk against Christians and the 

 Bible, for fear folks would suspect something. 

 Before that girl left the meeting she made a 

 full confession, accepted Christ Jesus and him 

 only, and started out on the new life, bearing a 

 cross that few of us can even comprehend. 

 Let us see: She had by this act cut off every 

 friend she had in the world, unless it was the 

 Salvation Army people she had just become 

 acquainted with. She was keeping company 

 with a good young man, but of course he would 

 drop her at once and for ever. Well could she 

 say in the words of that grand old hymn: 



Jesus, I my cross have taken. 

 All to leave and follow tbee; 



Naked, poor, despised, forsaken. 

 Thou, henceforth, myall shall be. 



Her new friends found her a home, and she 

 has ever since lived a consistent Christian, so I 

 am informed. She lost friends and station in 

 society. The great world turned aeainst her. 

 No, no! Not the C7iri.s/:io?i world. Ood forbid! 

 On the other hand, her load of guilt and sin 

 was gone. That burden she had borne for so 

 many years in silence was lifted, and the love 

 of Christ Jesus shone into her hungry soul. 

 Now her name could be "written there." Oh 

 glorious thought! Under similar conditions 

 the dear Savior had said, " Her sins, which are 

 many, are forgiven." 



Let me use again the closing words of a well- 

 known hymn: 



