There Is but a Step Between Me and Death

At one of the noon meetings for business men in the Lyceum Theatre in Cleveland, a well known socialist agitator sat near a Christian man. He listened attentively to what was said. After I had finished, the Christian man said to him, “D., how did you like that?” He replied, “Such reasoning as that is no good. I could wipe that out in a few minutes if they would give me a chance to talk.” The Christian man replied, “D., you do not understand spiritual things. You may be able to talk politics, but you cannot talk religion.” “Yes, I can talk politics with any orator and no one can pluck the laurels from my brow,” he replied.

The following day at noon, just a little short of twenty-four hours from the time he made his boasts, the Big Four Kailroad threw him into a ditch a lifeless corpse.

Oh, if we only realized that there was but one step between us and death and eternity. How soon we would cease our empty boasting.