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*S.FINAL WEEK
geality of Hell and Certain,
ty of Punishment Is v
Sunday Theme
s( jNG LEADER LEAVES
Tohflny J" ne * Goes to Ashcboro Foi<
' pevival; Miss Smith, One of i
Lady Musicians, To Direct
the Surging *
cervices on Sunday marked the be
inning of ‘he sixth and final week
i , thP ‘ union revival services at the
1, Henderson Warehouse. There
e % three services yesterday, start
n,. W jth the sunrise meeting at 6:30
‘ m , and including the afternoon
meeting- at 3:30 p. m. and that in the
evening a' 8 o'clock. The evangelist,
pev. 11. C. Caviness, preached at all
three services.
Last night was the last time John
ny Jones was in charge of the music,
He left today for Asheboro, where he
will suptavise the construction of a
tabernacle for a big revival in that
c jty stalling two weeks hence. He
has been here almost.from the outset
of the present meeting, and last night
was m:t with many regrets at his
departure.
The evangelist announced that ser
vices would be held at 9:30 a. m.
each day 'his week except today and
Saturday, and that services would be
held each evening this week except
Saturday. The revival will be closed
next Sunday, with afternoon and night
gsrviecs on the /second coming of
Christ. The subject of last night’s
sermon was the reality of hell and the
certainty of punishment of those who
fail to accept. Jesus Christ as a per
sonal savior.
In the sermon last night, the evan
gelist said in part:
“We are thinking tonight of the
voids of the Lord Jesus Christ as
found in Luke 16; 19-31. Text found
in Psalm, 9:17. “The wicked shall be
turned into hell and all the nations
that 'orget God.” , >
I “In this modern age there ffcT
I those who profess to have outgrown
l it t 1 aching of God concerning hell
and i s fury and flame. They say
that God is too merciful to consign
one to a place of eternal torment. Os
course. He is: if a mia never goes to
hell he will have to leap over the love
of God as was expressed by Christ
Jesus at Calvary. When a m|an is
sentenced >»y the court to a term; of
imprisonment for an offense commit
ted by him against society, it is she
crime committed which, after all, ef
fects the committal, the court simply
acts as an executor of the law which
provided a penalty for the offense.
Therefore when a man violates the
law of God, tramples under foot the
“blood of the covenant,” does “despite
to the grace of God.” Denies the
Lord Jesus Christ as a personal Sav
ior, who, “tasted death, for all men.”
for "God so loved j the world that He
gave His only begotten spn, .that who
soever belit’veth On Hith ghdiild not
perish, but have' e’yerhf|Aftirig life.”
Then it is that he xnot God,/is the
approximate cause of his spending
eternity in the torment of the Lake
of Fire, into which hell and death pre
lently shall be cast, God will simply
i >ct as an agent, an’Executot, or the
avine law. “He that believethindt
i ! condemned already, and the wrath
of God ahideth upon him.” (John
318 and 36)j Judgment i s already
pronounced upon thee, unsaved friend
and already the wrath of God abid
tth upon thee, Wihy? For Unbelief in
th? finished work of the Lord Jesus
Christ. Oh; someone says, “The idea
of hell is archaic, belongs to an an
cient past that has no part with pre-
s ft nt advancement* of thought, enlignt
ment and culture, I simply do not
believe in it.” God pity your poor
soul you won’t be there five min
utes until you do. T never saw any
man who ditf not believe in hell that
didn't hasten to assure you that he
believed implicity in Heaven. Why?
Because the Bible tells us thereof.
The same Bible which speaks of
Heaven, speaks more of hell than of
the Celestial City. This man Jesus,
the Son of God, the Very God, spoke
much more of hell than He did of
heaven. Drown the fires of hell and
yuo still the songs of Heaven, and
stop the laleluiah choru sos “Moses
an d the Lamib. A God who would
deceive one in any portion of truth
C\R|) OF THANKS.
We take 'his method of expressing
OUr deep appreciation to neighbors
an, i friends for their kind assistance
and sympathy during the illness and
death of our dear mother, Lucy
Fletcher Watkins. The beautiful
f'otal offerings are also appreciated.
* a y Goi bless all.
THE FAMILY.
“comfortably cool”
Stevenson
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I dying a neighborly call for the purpose of participating in the series
Yn! C * rf 8 • Rposeve.lt has been holding on international economics,
Alberto F am, Mexican Secretary of the Treasury, is pictured as he was
welcomed by the President on the portico of the White House. At right
is Lieutenant Commander Powell, one\ of the President’s naval aides.
is not a fit God to believe in. , You
add t othis book, the Bible, or’-take
from it, as in the of Revefatuon
thou art warned, a terrible judgment
awaits you. “If any man shall take
away from the woVds of the book of
this prophecy, God'Vshail take away
his part out of the book of life, and
out of the holy ciity and from the
which “ are written in this
Book.” . (Rev. 22: 19) Take away
from the Bible it’s prophecies of hell
and at the same time thou does' au
tomatically take.,, away all hope :,of
eternal life’in God’s heaven.
“In this lGth chapter of Luke one
finds terrible contrasts". A man'clo
thed in . purple, another robed inrags,
One mna dining while another dies'
at has 1 * doorstep, one man clothed in
fine linen, another covered with sores.
One rich and "mighty, the Other poor
and friendless, with days tq
minster in mercy, as “tney licked his
sores.’ One man would have been'
aAclaigned, by the world as mian ;of
great success, the other as, a miser
able failure. . One who “never made
the grade.” . > , /
“They both die, still the contrasts
continue. - <•:
“The rich man “is burled.” the beg
gar d ed, and “was carried by angels
into Abraham’s bosom,”: a type of
Paradise.’ Quite a contrast, ;the rijeh
ma ncondition is now reversed?He
is “buried,” the beggar is borne
by an angelic escort into bosom of
heaven’s peace and-plenty.'
“in nell the man’ ,of plenty -hath l
nothing now but torment. ‘Easy to
step into hell, but impossible ? to step
out. Yet there are. some' of his’ pbs
sessions he had which he hath oai*-
ried with hiim, he at lekst,, has eyes,
mouth; and a tongue, and the ability
to experfertefe’ torture-. Has .wants are
few, but intense. He doubtless was
one of these wtho didn’t believe in
hell, but now he does /there i sno un
belief in hell but its horror is best
expressed in the truth that there is
no salvation there. He asks now
nothing but water. In the earth his
every want could be gratified, water
was a cheap thing but now this was
the most precious need he had ever
had, but there was no water for him;
there had bee n no crumibs for the
beggar, now there was no drop of
water for the rich man. For the beg
gar there was comjfort, for the former
rich man now the beggar, there was
nothing but torment. Even dogs were
denied him as a means of solace.
Hear his cry? W|hy it is still as fresh
in hel las though it begun only yes
terday. Oh; some one says, “This
i& just a.' parable.” Not so, my
friend, Christ used parables it is true
but never did He us e names in any
parable, and he says, “There was a
certain rich man” (Luke 16.19) “And
Honored As Humanitarians
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Former Secretary of War Newton D. Baker and Evangeline
Commandef-in-Chief of the Salvation Army, are pictured as they apf
peared at the dinner of the National Institute of Social Sciences in Nev
York. Mr. Baker and Miss Booth were awarded the institute’s gold
medals for having rendered distinguished humanitarian service towards
their fellow men. Both have been unceasing workers in the cause of
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’ HENDERSON, "(N.CJ ROLY DISPATCH, MONDAY, MAY 15, 1933
there was a certain beggar named
Lazarus.” (Luke 16: 20.) The cry of
this damned soul is never hushed.
‘ Have mercy on me, and Laia
rus, that he may dtp the tip of his
dipger in water and cool my topgue
‘for I am tormented in this flame.”
(Luke 16: 24). No one ever
so plainly about hell as did Jesus
Christ." Thi s much can be :earned
about it. Its locality, it is a place,
its reality. Its intelligence.” This
i-f h man came to It, and while there
he remembered; Ah; that will be one
of. the horrors of hell. “Son remem
ber.”, Memories of Jhe .past. , Its
torment. It is a place of “torment.”
This is mentioned four times. (Luke
231. 24, 25 and 28 verses of 16th chap
ter.)' And its eternity. He knew
tha| he was eternally entombed.
Note as you read his history, not. one”
does he ask to be released. Coinpan
ipnshiip wia-s no alleviation to this ter
r.ble torment, the rich man diid not
want his brethren there with him.
Poor selfish soul, had he been in
heaven in -little while h:s selfishness
Would have converted it into a hell.
He cries for Lazarus to minister to
him, his tongue, the man who he had
denied crumibs was asked to alleviate
hiis agony. Others miigiht be in tor
ment, but Hig was the tongue he
Was' interested-'in/. Failing to this,
he-.dempLnded Lazarus go back
to warn his family,'the rich man’s
crowdi;' . ! ' :•
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“His was-the only family he cared
about.' Other families might travel
the Way wihlieh leads into torment, let
them do so, but his family must
be warned. You say tht foreign
missions do not interest you? Wjoll
God" bless your poor; penurious soul
they interest. even the selfish souls
of hell. They ' believe in missions
there.
< “Thi6-is an ag wehen men cry for
tihe light with their eye s tight shut.
Hearing their only hope with an
empty wonder and seemingly satis
fied With a show of things. When
hell’s light breaks upon your vision
you will see, then.
“No proof of hell? Wihy every pri
son is an argument in favor of hell
being a fact. Every asylum is a
token of its torments.' Every time
mtan condemns men to die it is l an
argument of eternal punishment,
for such this is eternal punishment.
But the greatest proof of hell’s exist
ance is the Cross of Calvary. The
ignomy and shame and suffering and
death of Christ, the Lord Jesus, the
God of Gods. The existance of hell
is demanded on account of the devil.
It was made for him, the arch-fiend
of the universe. The base Deceiver,
the murderer, the liar,, the accuser
of the saints of God. To this pri
son of the universe mjust He go,
praise God. Friend, heaven i 8 your
home, will you spend eternity and
exile there from?. You Will beg eith
er here or hereafter. The bread of
Life—Jesus Christ—here, or you will
beg water i. nhell. The bread you
can have. The Water you will never
procure. Believe on the Lord Je&US
Christ and thou shalt be saved.”
(Acts 16.31). r .
Merchants Win Victprty
In Mandatory Sales Tax
(Continued from Page One.)
ture might endanger the constitu
tionality 'of the sales tax, which the
merchants sometime ago announced
they would fight in the courts. But
Mr. Dowell’s letter, while it express
ed only his personal opinion, carried
a lot of weight with the members of
the peneral Assembly, all of whom
wanted to make the burden upon the
merchants as light as possible.
Court Action Unlikely.
Senators. Wiaynick and Hinsdale,
who have fought for the mandatory
provision, attempted to wipe away all
opposition to the proposal several
days ago by trying to get an expres
sion from Mr. Dowell that the mer
chants would not contest, the sales
tax. However, Mr. Dowell reported
back that while he was without-au
thority to give them definite assur
ance that the revenue act will not
be contested, it was his opinion that
if the merchants were protected by
the passage of a mandatory feature
the probabilities were that the act
would not be taken to the courts.
A mandatory provision to pass the
sales tax on to the consumer was
contained in the revenue bill as it
passed both houses. But when the
bill was sent to conference, the con
ference (commit t/ee ft truck out (the
feat ute, which makes it a misdemean
or for any merchant to absorb a part
of the tax. The conferees’ reason for
taking this action was that the man
datory provision might be a ground
on which the merchants could con
test the bill. They rewrote a new
section into the bill declaring it to
'bo the intent of the bill that the mer
chants should pass the sales tax on,
but leaving it to the merchants, to
work out some uniform system among
themselves. i
Says Merchants Patriotic.,
“The merchants of orth Carolina
recognize the needs of the State as
much as any other class of our cit
izenship,’’ Dowell wrote in his letter
to Senators Hinsdale and Waynick.
“They are as loyal and patriotic as
any group of our people. They have
no desire to retard the efficient op
eration of any law, but. they dp re
sent being singled out as the major
tax-bearers of the State at a time
when they are findiirig it extremely
difficult to remain in business.
“If they can be protected in the
matter oi passing on the sales tax,
they will, in all probability, grac
iously accept the law and endeavor
to co operate in making it a success.
But without such protection, I am
sure no ohe can blame them for con
testing an act that imposes an ad
ditional tax burden of $9,000,000 up
on them, especially since the prin
ciple of a general sales tax has never
been sustained by the courts of this
country.” ' ,
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»•. . . May 9, 1933
A great thing has occurred amongst us. We have made a complete
turn-around, and at last America’s face is toward’the future. I
Three years 1929 to 1932—we Americans looked backward. All
our old financial and political machinery was geared to pull us out of I
I the depression by the same'door through which we entered.. We
thought it simply a case of going back the way we came. It failed.
We now realize that the way out is forward through it.
Thanks for that belongs to President Roosevelt. Inauguration I
Day he turned the Ship of State around. Having observed the failure
of sincere efforts to haul us back the way we came, he designed a new I
method new political and financial machinery to pull iis out I
the way we are going—forward. He is clearing international I
obstacles out of the way; he does not stand in awe of tariffs. The I
people begin to feel that he does not take advice from the "inter
ests" ; that he has courage and loyalty to work for one supreme
interest only—the welfare of the American people. That is a big
B achievement for two months in office.
And now we all look to what is coming; ws grow less and less
concerned with what is behind. We are looking for a hand-hold on
the haul rope. Every man wants to do what he can, and all he can.
I best thing I can do for the Country is to create industry
by building good motor cars. If I knew anything better to do, I
would do it. Industry must be my contribution. Motor cars must
; wSm face ahead to the future, like everything else. They are so much a
‘ HH part of the Nation’s daily life that if they lag behind they hold
the#Couritry back.
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FiyEQhocK.Gißi£g»sfe
CHAPTER 69
| MONSIEUR BOUIE had another
session with his latest client on the
day before her entertainment for her
granddaughter. He had been puzzled
at her first direct inquiries, vague
at her suggestions, and finally sub
missive to her candid requests. It
was natural that he should delay the
admission of his affair with Merta
|lofris until he had reason to be
frank with his interrogator. That
% regson s had been a persuasive argu
ment no less convincing than a bank
note with three digits engraved. In
the corners, which argument was
always irresistible to M. Bouie.
Mrs. Parmely had not been quite
sure of her methods when she began,
but they were worth testing, with
so much at stake. Thereafter, they
talked confidentially for some. time.
Finally, she drew a leather-bound
check book from her purse, accepted
Pierre’s ready offer of a fountain
pen at her disposal and filled out a
Check, all except the signature. The
figure in its right-hand corner con
tained four digits.
“You may present that for my sig
nature when you have fulfilled your
agreement,” she said briskly, handing
it to him with his pen. "I hope you
won’t fail me. Monsieur Bouie.”
“I have kissed beautiful ladies for
less,” he smiled suavely.
“I don’t doubt it,” she retorted
pleasantly. And departed, well pleased
vtith the transaction. Money is the
infallible lever with \yhich the specu
lative Archimedes could have moved
the world, had lie discovered a place
on which to stand.
■ '* * *
The afternoon of Sue Allard’s pre
sentation to society seemfed afterward
to her to have been a moving fan
tasy of fragrance and color and
sound, through which she floated in
a delicious bewilderment. Names
whirled through her consciousness,
voices mingled in a confused caco
phony, the array Os lovely frocks
blurred together like colors blending
on an artist’s palette. It was all so
beautiful and exciting, and she was
the axis about which the galaxy re
volved, the center of attention, the
object of admiration. Everyone was
so sweet to her that she almost
wanted to cry.
Flkficulously, she heard Mr. Alber's
voice chiding her for reporting late
in the PBX room after a subway
jam. heard Mrs. Parmely’s angry
threat to; ha’ve her discharged for
neglect of duty on that memorable
evening which had marked the magic
turn in her life.
Arid suddenly recovered to the
consciousness *of liquid harmony
coaxed from the piano by the grace
ful. caressing fingers of M. Bouie.
Those same fingers had lingered on
hers at their meeting earlier in the
afternoon and his eyes had seemed
to convey to her some such tender
message as the piario notes were now
translating. Sue was accustomed to
masculine admiration, but not of the
kind from men like M. Bouie. She
could cope with Pinky’s stubborn in
sistence and Philip’s frankness. But
she had yet to learn the art of subtle
intrigue.
The great mansion swarmed with
guests, who later poured through the
wide French doors over the broad
terraces and into the gardens. Peo
ple arrived and departed continually.
But there was one face which dick not
appear in that milling, talking,
laughing throng. Sue would not ad
mit to herself that she had hoped
Philip would come to her party, but
she knew that there was nothing else
she wished so much.
When she had seen the reflection
of herself as a pale pink peach blos
som, she had wondered if Philip
would see her like that, too. If not,
what was the good of being so beau
tiful? No one else in all the world
mattered. And yet, she would have
to go on, all her life, looking as beau
tiful as she could for everyone ex
cept Philip!
But Philip did not arrive. The
happiness dimmed in Sue’s face, even
though she tried to be very gayi All
that saved her from being completely
sad was the thought that he might
attend the evening reception, instead.
Many of the younger set would honor
her on both occasions, but there were
undoubtedly many "who would wait
until the evening, which would bring
a more youthful assembly than the
afternoon. Particularly were there
fewer young men present at the tea.
Perhaps that accounted for Philip’s
absence. Sue consoled herself.
Soi that she Was thrilled anew with
anticipation when she stood before
her mirror that evening to admire
the white lace gowm which was
threaded with silver that gave it a
frosty shimmer. The night was soft
ly warm, so that the cool brilliance
of the gown was as refreshing as ice
frosted glasses of beverage on a sum
mer’s day. The Crystal necklace arid
bracelets circled her white neOk and
arms like glittering ice and the ear
drops gleamed iridescent in the light
like pendapt’icicles. .Bift the glow iri
Sue’s face and the shine in her eyes
denied any coldness , in her,
Above it, her, golden hair gleamed
like sunshine over frost and ice, with
an effect that was dazzling.
The skirt, which was a spiral of
frills below the kneeri, lay on’the
floor a few inches at the back and
dipped up demurely dn front.to re
veal only the toes of her silver sari-'
dais. Never in all her dreams of
grandeur had Sue visioned : ,herself
wearing a train. And yet, Here’ ’she
was, so thHllingiy-grand in her first
train, which foamed at hrir heels like
frozen spray as she moVed forward;
Mrs. Parmely had entered the room
to exclaim over her with delighted
admiration and pride, and was now
concerned over which bouquet would
be most appropriate; for her to carry
first. The houSe was smothered in
gift bouquets and Sue had carried
dozens of different ones for intervals
during the afternoon. A y *
i ’?• C. >• Vf*
A dozen new boxes- were heaped on
her bed for and she -was
helping her grandmother to operi
them. Pink roses, whft% roses, crim
son buds, yellow rrises, orchids,
camelias—all were critically inspected
and laid aside. One mofe huge square
box remained, which Sue began to
• open hurriedly. Mrs. Parmely was
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occupied with her consideration of an
arm spray,-of white roses and stevia.
As Sue thrust aside the soft green
tissue wrappings, she was enveloped
in a heavy fragrance that was-like
a memory, and lifted up a formal
bouquet of flawless* gardenias 'and
waxy green leaves wrapped in glit-
silyferi She looked at the card
which was tucked in the holder,’and
her heart stood still. For a
she cOuld not move, and did not-look
up to see her grandmother’s shrewd
glance. Slowly then, she laid-the
bouquet; beside The others, almost as
if it were a sacrilege. {
Mrs. Parmely appeared to sed it
for the first time, and exclaimed, “6h,
how very lovely, Sue! It could'not
be more perfect for your gown, had
we ordered it to match. You njust
carry that during most of the
ning, my dear. Who sent it?” casu-r
ally.
“From—Mr. Gerard,” Sue replied in
a tight; queer voice.
“Isn’t that nice? Well, no matter
who- sent it,; it is absolutely perfect.
Shall we go down, now? It is time.’*
She followed her grandmother’s'ex
pansive figure, elegantly swathed in
orchid dhiffons and laces which were
complemented by fragile orchids! on
her shoulder; and clutched the silver
holder of her gardenias with a des
perate intensity. She had indeed
turned to ice. All her feeling rind
emotion were congealed with the : joy
and fear of meeting Philip. For 'she
knew that she would see him tfcii
night. - , _
All the display of the afternbori.
was repeated in the evening’s event;
but with an increased tempo. The
assemblage was more youthful, mioro
gay and'mbrfc daringly brilliant, feuo
accepted compliments, smiled so con
tinually that her face felt as if it
wefe frdzen in a mold and her eyes
ached at the corners. She danced
for brief and interrupted intervals
with one'new admirer after anothef,
obliged to leave their reluctant arms
to greet new arrivals. And began
to despair that Philip would arrive.
She still clung to his gardenias, car
ing little what the guests might tfylnk
of her partiality to one bouquet. She
was’ determined to carry his flowers
until she saw him.
»• And finally, hri arrived. Os course,
he was with Merta. She swept into
the room, regally stunning in purple
satin,t ris< if t wavering between -her
position and joy. She ti>ok
Sue’s ha‘nd in hors and covered it
With her other affectionately. “Alisa
Allard, you do look so charming?’ ,
“Thank you, Miss Morris,” Site’s
stiff lips smiled with difficulty rind
her glance lifted to Philip’s as if her
eyelids had weights on them. ' * ;
His own gaze plunged into tliern
rind he took her hand gently. “Gbud
evening, Sue. All the happiness! in
the world to you.” And his glajice
propped to the flowers in her
.4. “The flowers you sent are so 1 Ve
ly,” she said shyly.
“I thought you might like thetri,!’
he, said softly, and passed n in the
line. f
Jrist as he had met lior briefly,
and then passed on out of her life,
thought Sue.
(TO BE CONTINUED) j