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The Cross of Fire.
There is an old poem, 'Bright Broad
way,' which has the rhythm of a song.
Alice Randolph sang it, to an impro
vised melody, as her carriage rolled
dowu the gay street, forgetting the last
verse, where,in the gloom of midnight,
amid snow and sleet, an outcast died
on Bright Broadway. Just then the
street was filled with sunshine and fra
grance from the 'piny woods'—the
breath of Christmas, Alice said, recall
ing the little country church, where,
amid Christmas greens, she had stood
a year before in bridal attire, looking
upoo the holiday of life undismayed by
the dismal prophecies of her guardian,
quaint Aunt Sophy, whose experience
h&d induced a poor opiuion of men.
The old.life and the uew were still
in vivid contrast that evening, when in
her lovely Brook'yn home Alice ex
pressed her. enthusiastic gratitude to
the man whose love had wrought the
'I wonder, Arthur, how I ever en
dured my colorless existence in ihe
prosy town of Braniford. One lives
more in a single day here than in a year
where, as Auerbach says, 'nothing ev
er happens.' Day after day the same
people are in the same places at a giv
en hour—a wonderful contrast to
Broadway with its ever varying combi
nation. Then there is the broad river
flowing past the two great cities, bear
ing ships from every sea. I sit at the
window watching them as they come
and go, some of them from arctic re
gions,some from tropic lands; and then
there are always ships sailing away
into the unknowu sea, ships that reach
no earthly port. So oyer all broods
the perpetual charm of mystery.'
The charm of mystery enveloped
Alice's life. After a year of marriage
her husband's occupation was still un
known to her. She had felt a curious
delicacy about asking questions, and he
had volunteered no information. Aunt
Sophy had instituted no investigation,
because she considered New Yorkers
'all of a piece -anyway,' so inquiries
were superfluous. Her permission to
the marriage was granted in character
'Yes. you can have hei, as you both
seem determined, aud I don't know as
you'll make her any miserabler than
some other man would.'
Since Alice's marriage she had often
urged Aunt Sophy to visit her, and this
had been the burden of the answers :
'I never see no good come of trapsin'
round the world. I hain't never been
but twenty miles from home in all my
life, and can't see but I'm as well off
as though I'd been-to CbiDy and Aus
The approach of the Christmas holi
days, and the prospect of sharing in
the elorious festival as celebrated in
New York churches, beguiled Aunt
Sophy Into undertak ing the dreaded
journey, though she prudently made
her will before (starting. She arrived
in the city the day before Christmas,
comparatively calm and happy, though
haunted by the fear that something
unchurchly might ceep into ground
pine decorations of the Brantford
Chapel without the guard of her vigil
ant eye. 'Them young folks is so
Her ttrst expressed wish regarding
her entertainment was to visit 'them
tombs where they shut up live folks.'
Alice went reluctantly, as she was
anxiously looking for her husband, who
had been absent the preyious night
Courtesy to her guest, howeyer, de
manded the sacrifice, ana they were
speedily transferred to the dismal pris
Aunt Sophy insisted upon exploring
every corridor of the structure, greatly
to Alice's distress, who felt as much
hesitation in intruding upon the pris
oners as though they had been in .their
When the distasteful exploration was
nearly concluded, quite by chance Al
ice caught a glimpse of a prisoner in
one of the cell, and recognized her hus
band. She gazed fascinated ; there
was no mistaking his identity. As
long as she sees anything in this world
she will see that dreary cell, its inmate
sitting in an attitude of deep dejection,
while far above his head—so high that
he could not by any possibility catch a
glimpse of the bright world without
streamed the few rays of light that
showed only more clearly the horrible
desolation of the place.
Fortunately Aunt Sophy did not
discovery, and so she
brought to her service that sublime
power of human self-control that hides
so many agonizing secrets, and she
asked quite calmly of the attendant
policeman the offense of the prisoners
on that tier, and learned that 'they
were all pulled in a gamblin' hell last
Gambling ! This was the myster
ious occupation that she had idealized
as some work of art or literature.
Strangely enough Aunt Sophy, who
MILLHEIM, PA., THURSDAY, DECEMBER 23., 1880.
had always had her suspicions, wtwrthe
deus ex machina ot the betrayal. Sonii
how Alice endured tlie drive homo,pie
sided at luncheon,and then fixcused her
self to her guest.
Alone at last, face to face with the
horror which had suddenly darkened
her life, she regarded with bitterest
loathing tier luxurious surroundings.
They were the wages of sin ! The per
fume of rare flowers floated around
her ; the December sunshine flooded
the room ; the birds sang blithely,care
less tliat their mistress's heart was
At this time the criminal in his cell
Alice no longer identified with her
husband, the one who had made a year
of life so bright that she often wouder
ed if heaven could be better. He was
suddenly lost, and witb him all faith.
She felt as those mifst who have for
years anchored their hopes on the old
fashioned religion and then had it sud •
denly swept away by some apostle of
the new light, who has nothing to offer
for the old Arm foundation,
'A gambler's wife !' She slowiy re
titerated the phrase, till a hundred
mocking voices eclioed : 'A gambler's
wife !' How low she had fallen I
There was afcriminal in his prison cell
who might escape and come home to
claim her. He would be at liberty to
take her hand, to kiss her, to force up
on her the contaminating influence of
his presencs. The ouly refuge lay in
flight. Then the question arose :
'Where will I go ?' There is one refuge
denied to none,
however poor, or
sinful, or wretched
—all may flee to
death. The deep
flowing river offers
graves to all in the
great city whose
burdens pass endur
She must yield to
the impulse to fly
from the house
Without she could
think more calmly;
but she could not
go (without a fare
well. Every room
had its history, ev
ery picture and or
nament its story.
But she must not
linger, or she might
be weak enough to
stay and share a life
of guilt. She would
fly—away from self
if possible. How
she came there, or
how long the jour
ney had been she
could never tell,but
she found herself
with the multitude,
Broad way--but how
was changed 1 She
had not noticed the
shadows in the pict -
ure, the gaunt flg
ures shivering in
the winter's blast
like spectres from a
nether world, gaz
ing longingly at the
beautiful things in
which thev had no
was not for them.
It only defined more
sharply the great
gulf fixed between the rich and poor.
Night was falling. The time was
coming to make her way to the dark
The journey took her through unfa
miliar streets—a revelation to her
guarded and innoceut life. Revolting
sights, exponents of crime and destitu
tion were plainly revealed even in the
dim light. On either hand were the
homes of drunkards, thieves and mur
Whose Christmas guests are only want
The wretched denizens reseated the
sight of respectability, and greeted
Alice with insulting epithets ; she
went on, untouched by fear or indigna
tion. What was this to one who had
already passed the bitterness uf death ?
This path through puigutory was only
a part of the horror that had suddenly
surrounded her. Gamblers were ply
ing their vocation in the low saloons,
some of their victims lured to the play
by women vile as themselves. If she
lived she might sink lower -and lower
till she came to such degradation. This
prospect only urged her to the river,
where crime and misery find oblivion.
The water dashing against the dark
pier 1 A horrible refuge from the ter
rors and darkness of night, and of a
desolated life !
Alice paused to gain courage, recall
ing a French proverb : 'When one
dies it is for a long time.' But she
could not live. In a few hours she had
measured her own capacity for suffer
ing as effectually as by years of agony.
Gazing at the pitiless stars, she mur
'You will still be shining when I
have been dead a thousand years.'
She paused, but without faltering in
her deadly purpose, and gazed at the
sky. Far above the horizon gleamed
a luminous point, larger than any star,
which instantly flashed out—a cross of
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lire, vivid atul glorious as that which
dazzled the Emperor Constant,ine, and
glows forever in the page of history.
As she gazed at this vision, super
naturallv impressed, the frenzy which
had goaded her to destruction was dis
pelled—the intense selfishness of her
intention clearly revealed. Iler life,
instead of being recklessly flung away,
must be devoted to her husband's re
demption. 'What nobler work.' she
asked, 'than that could be g'ven to any
woman i" as the natural human love
asset ted itsself.
Upborne by this inspiration, she has
tened towaid home, now und again
catching a glimpse of the wonderful
cross, still glowing against the dark
background of the sky, and she won
dered if the vision bad been vouchsaf
ed to others on this Christmas Eve to
save them from despair and death.
A larger outlook of life had suddenly
dawned. For a night she had been
homeless and friendless. Could she
ever forget those who are always so
Alice approached her home with
mingled emotions of comfort and ter
ror, to encounter her husband rushing
frantically out to seek her.
'O my darling, my darling, I thought
I had lost you 1'
She only answers with the sentence
that the tnockiug voices had kept ring
ing in her ear.
'A gambler's wife, a gambler's
And the srory was told. There was
no denial, no leluuiluou. i'lio crim
inal had faced the terrors of the law
and all consequence of his calling with
reckless bravery, be completely broken
down by this despairing acclamation.
This was retribution 1 At the su
preme crisis of life words are few, the
most intense emotion is sileut.
Some hours passed berore that
night's history was told, and Arthur
Randolph knew how near he had been
to losing the great treasure of his life.
Only the sight of St Augustine's illu
minated cross hau saved her. He was
not likely to incur like peril again. A
solemn vow was registered of the kind
that is kept.
The hour of midnight struck. To
gether, hand in hand they stood listen
to the faint sound of Trinity's charm
ing bells :
Hark the Herald Angels sing !
The sound floated oyer the two great
ciiies, but there was no pause in the
midnight revel. Day and night the
tide of life sweep on. There is human
love and noble aspiration forever wag
ing war against suffering and evil.
The victory is sure, only it is long in
coming unless in His sight with whom
a thousand years are but as yesterday.
The Christmas chimes meant hope
and salvation to the two whose lives
were redeemed—one from sin and one
from selfishness. Over all the Chiist
mas peace rested in benediction, while
the bells cnimed :
Joy to the world I
The cross still gleamed with dazzling
rays of hope amid the darkness of the
night. Those who sat in darkness saw
a great light.
Mr. Murphy, the temperance lectur
er, quieted a noisy baby in the audience
by sending out and buying some candy
for it. Mr. Murphy is not the only lec
turer who gives his audieuce 'taffy.'
NAN AND SIM.
Story of an Enforced Christ
'Nan come hre er minit,' said old
Bob Horner, addressing his daughter.
The girl, who stood spreading the cov
er on an old-fashioned lied, pretended
not tohear herfather's demand. 'Nan,
ef 1 come aiter yer, I'll bet yer'll wish
yer bad come. Oh, yer neenter flounce
around thater way.'
'Pap,' said Mis. Horner, looking up
from lpr work of baking corn bread on
the hearth, 'don't nag at the child.'
'Martha ever when I want yer ad
vice I'll ax fur hit. Nan. air yer Corn
'Yas, I'm er comiu. Kaint yer gin
er body time ?'
'Oh, yas, ken gin er body time, but
don't feel like given' er body eternity.'
The girl slowly approached him, and
he continued: 'When I wuz out ler
the sio' the yuther day I hearn that
you wuz a goin' ter marry Sim Buck
next Chrismus.' The girl's eyelids
dropped. 'The fellers out flier that
peered to know all erbout it said yer
love one nuther flt tei kill. Whut yer
got ter say erbout it !'
'Wall, then, I'll say sutbiu. Ef I
kiteh Buck round here I'll hurt him,
an' mo'rn that ef yer run off an' marry
him I'll fuller yer up. Wall, never
mine, yer shatnt marry him, that's all.
I've been er tellin' yer fur er long time
poor. ilis wHe had been educated in
to meekness, and thought that she
should find her greatest pleasure in hov
ering over the sizzing bacon and watch
ing the hoe-cake. Nan, the girl, was
a beautiful bloude, full of life, but
afraid of her father. Sim Buck, to
whom Nan was secretly engaged to be
married, was, the neighbors said, 'a rip
snorten' sort uv er feller that mout er
mount ter suthun ef he would try, but
the chances wuz ergin him.'
Mrs. Iloruer took up the supper, and,
sighing wearily, said :
'Come, pap, an' eat er snack.'
Tne old man drew up his chair, wait
ed with an air of impatience, until the
other members of the family were seat
ed and then asked a blessing, begin
ning with an elongated 'gracious Lord'
and ending with an unintelligible sigh.
'Aiu't yer goiu' ter eat nothin',
'Ain't er hungry.'
'Buck's tuck yer appertite, I reckon.'
'Heard whut I said. Wall, never
rniii', I'll take his appertite the next
time he comes on the place.'
'Pap,' said Mrs. Horner, don't tor
ment the child.'
The old man took a swallow of but
tei milk, looked at his wife and replied:
'Let us don't have no advice, Martha.
Keep in the straight an' narrar path
an' don't fret.'
About one month later, on the day
before Christmas, old Horner, while
splitting a 'rail-cut,' some distance
from home, accidentally stepped in the
opening of the log just as one of the
'gluts' flew out . The two sections of
the log closed on the old man's foot
and ankle, and but for the thick
sole of his boot, would have crushed
his foot. He uttered an exclamation
of thankfulness, mutterd a few words
in praise of old Riggsby, the shoemak
er, and then attempted to liberate him-
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that I want yer to
marry er preacbur.
Thar never wuz er
preachur in aur
family, an' it's now
time thar wns one.
I've sot my min'
on this, an' yer
meenter think I
ain't goin' ter have
it thater way. W'y
jis look at Preach
ur Martin'B wife.
She gits er new cal
iker coat ever when
she wants it. Er
new one, miu' yei.
Er new caliker coat
all spotted ez putty
ez yer please. I've
dun said ernuff.
Ef Buck comes on
this here place er
gin it won't be good
Old Ilorner was
a hill-side farmer
in the northern part
of Arkansas. lie
lived in the conven
tional double - log
house ou whose
stack chimney the
songs when the
settled down. The
old man was set in
his ways—had be
co m e convinced
that he was right
and that every one
else was wroug.
He was tall and
guant, with long,
yellowish hair and
a sickly sprinkling
of beard, like a thin
growth of wire
where the land is
Self. This, he soon found, was not an
easy or even si possible task. lliß axe,
maul and wedifes were beyond It is
reach. Ue shouted until he could on
ly croak, and then, In despair, he be
gan to pray. The stiff sole of his hoot
began to yield, and the splintered sides
of the log began to ptinfully press his
'llelloa, old man !'
Looking up; with a start of joy, the
old man lieheld Sim Buck leisurely ap
'Fur the Bawd's sake, Siramie, run
'Ain't in no purtickler hurry,' the
young man replied, tearing off a chew
'Great heavens, don't yer see how
'Ah, hah!' Sim replied, as he came up
and carelessly sat down on one end of
'Confound yer fool soul!' shouted the
old man, 'ain't yer got no sense?'
•I'm all right; ain't nothin' the mat
ter with me. Come ter think er bout
it, thardo, peer ter be er fool in the
neighborhood, an'it sorter peers like
he's du.i jammed his foot inter the
crack uv er^log.'
'Never mind, I'll fix yer fur this.'
•Peers like you've already fixed
'Sim, for God's sake split open this
log an' let me git outen here.'
'Don't like ter split wood, but ef
yer've got any plowin' yer want done I
don't mind doin' it fur yer.'
'You air a brute,' the old man raved.
4 Yas, that's what they said down in
the holler, but the branch kep on tr
'Please turn me er loose.'
'I ain't got er holt uv yer.'
'You air the blamedest fool I ever
'That's me, an' ter-morrer will be
Christmus, too. 'Lowed that I'd come
over an' take dinner with yer, but I
bearu that yer didn't want nobody but
pieachers ter come round yer.'
'Turn me loose, Sim, an' yer may
'Tell yur what I'll do. Turn yer er
loose ef yer'il gin me er Christmus pres
'l'll do it, I'll gin yer er calf.'
Come er gin*'
'No, gin me Nan.'
'I won't do it!' the old man indig
'All right, then; good-bye.'
'llol' on, Sim.'
This thing is er bout ter pinch my
'Ah, hah, but I must go.'
'l'll gin yer the gal. I caiu't stan'
this no longer.'
'Shall we take it down in writiu'?'
'Oh, mussy, no; my word's ez good ez
He soon split open the log and liber
ated the old man.
'Come on ter the house, Sim, an' git
yer present. Thar aiu't 110 back-down
When they reached the house the old
man said: 'Hide out here till I go in
an' have some fun with Nan.'
He had never seen his daughter look
ing so happy.
'What's the matter, Nan?'
'Wall, whut makes yer giggle thater
way? W'y, Martha's gigglin' too. I
wish 1 mer die ef I ever seed sich a
packer geese. Confound yer, Sim, I
told yer ter stay out thar. W'y, look
at the gal, a kissin' the fool feller.
Martha, wnut do all this mean? W'y,
dog my cats, whut yer wanter kiss me
fur? Wall, wall—er haw, haw—l nev
er did see the.like.'
, 'Old man,' said Sim, 'it won't be
many hours now till Christmus, an' I
tell yur what I 'lowed wus best. Jest
ez soon ez ther first, rooster crows air
ter the clock strikes twelve I'm goin'
out, git a jestice uy the piece an' eit
'Yer ain't er goin' ter do no sich uy
er thing!' the old 'No,
sir, yer ain't er goin' ter budge, fur I'm
goiu' ole man Horner, when he takes a
notion, is er good one.'
When the clock struck twelve Sim
said: 'Now lessun fur the rooster!
Ding him, will he never crow; thar he
lsl Git yer nag, ole man.'
Old Horner soon returned, and the
couple were married. At the breakfast
table, while the neighbor's guns were
firing salutes to the Saviour's birth-day,
old Horner said: 'I still don't un'er
stan' why yer all giggled so yistidy
'W'y, pap,'laughed the girl, 'it wuz
cause we had duu slipped up on yer
'How'd yer slip up on me?'
'W'y, Sim he'fessed 'ligion tuther
day, has j'iued the church an' the con
funce has dun made er preacher outen
him, an' he had gone to tell yer the
good news when he fouu yer cotcli by
'Wall, wall,' said the old mau, 'Sim
er preacher, wall, er haw! haw! the joke
is on him.'
'Why so?' Sim asked.
'Cause yer has ter pay double price
fur the gal.'
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