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GERMLESS DAYS.
0, for the good old days!
When microbes were unknown
When bold bacilli lurked not.
In every vein and bone,
When we could eat with freedom
And were not prone to sigh
Because they set before us
Some antiseptic pie.
When in our drinking water
Our faith was always firm,
And we were not imbibing
The subtle, active germ,
When we would breathe wit! courage
The costless atmosphere,
And savants did not warn us
That we must “boil tne beer!”
0, for the good old days!
So free from bugs that kiss—
When microbes were unheard of
And ignorance was bliss!
When germs did not inhabit
Our wine from brim to dregs,
And science left us something
To eat, save hard-boiled eggs!
— Baltimore American.
ROBERT HARDY'S SEVEN DAYS.
4 Dream and Its Consequences.
BY REV. CHARLES SHELDON,
Author of “In His Steps.” “The Crucifixion of Philip
Strong,” Maleolm Kirk,” Ete.
/Copyright, 1900, by Advance Publishing Co.)
(BEGUN IN No. 12, MARCH 23, 1900.)
Therefore ye shail receive the greater
condemnation!
“Q self, god of the earth yet! With
2,000 years of the Son of God written
into its history. still goes up the cry of
those who perish with hunger, who
break into the sanctuary of their souls
because they cannot get work to do
and are weary of the struggle of exist-
ence. Self, thou art king. not Jesus
Christ. But, oh, for the shame of it,
the shame of it! Were it not for the
belief in the mighty forgiveness of sins
1 would stand here tonight with no I
hope of ever seeing the paradise of
God. But, resting in that hope, 1 wish
to say to you who have beheld the ex-
ample of my selfish life I repudiate it
all. In the world I have passed as a
moral citizen and a good business man;
in society there has been no objection
to my presence on account of my
wealth and position; in the church 1
have been tolerated because 1 gave it
financial support, but in the sight of
that perfect and crucified Lamb of God
I have broken the two greatest laws
which he ever announced. 1 have
been a sinner of the deepest dye; 1
have been everything except a disciple
of Jesus Christ. 1 have prayed for
mercy. 1 believe my prayer has been
answered.
“I am conscious that some here pres-
ent may think that what I have said
has been in poor taste; that it has been
an affront to the object of the meeting
or an insult to the feelings of those
who have called the audience together.
In order that the people may know
that 1 am sincere in all 1 have said 1
will say that 1 have placed in the bank
the sum of $10.000 to be used as the
committee may deem wisest and best
in the education of children in be-
reaved homes or in any way that shall
be for the best good of those in need.
This money is God's. 1 have robbed
him and my brother man all these
years. Whatever restitution 1 can
make in the next few days | desire to
make.
“But the great question with us all,
my friends, is not this particular disas-
ter. That will in time take its place as
one event out of thousands in the daily
life of this world. The great event of
existence is not death; it is life. And
the great question of the world is not
the tariff nor the silver question nor
the labor question nor temperance nor
this nor that nor the other. The great
question of the whole world is selfish-
ness in the heart of man. The great
command is, ‘Seek ve first the kingdom
of God.” If we had done that in this
town. I believe such a physical disaster
as the one we lament would never have
happened. That is our great need.
“If we go home from this meeting
resolved to rebuke our selfishness in
whatever form it is displeasing to God.
and if we begin tomorrow to act out
that resolution in word and deed. we
shall revolutionize this town in its
business, its politics. its church. its
schools, its homes. If we simply allow
our emotions to be stirred. our sympa-
thies to be excited to the giving of a
little money on this occasion, it will do
us and the community little permanent
good. yod wants a complete trans-
formation in thc people of this nation.
Nothing less than a complete regenera-
iin aT mava ng from destruction. Un-
consecrated, selfish raoney and seinsno
education, selfish pclitical pcwer and
selfish genius in art, letters and diplo-
macy will sink us cs a people into a
gulf of annihilation. “There is no salva-
tion for us except in jesus Christ. Let
us believe in him and live in him.
“I have said my message. I trust
you have understocd it. 1 would not
say otherwise if I knew that I should
step off this platform now and stand
before the judgment seat of Christ.
God help us all to do our duty! Time
is short; eternity js long. Death is
nothing; life is everything.”
Five years after this speech of Rob-
ert Hardy to the people of Barton in
the town hall one who was present in
the audience described the sensation
that passed through it when the speak-
er sat down to be like a distinct elec-
tric shock which passed from seat to
seat and held the people fixed and
breathless as if they had been smitten
into images of stone.
The effect on the chairman of the
meeting was the same. He sat motion-
less. Then a wave of emotion gradual-
ly stirred the audience, and without a
word of dismissal they poured out of
the building and scattered to their
homes.
Robert found George waiting for
a
him. The father was almost faint
with the reaction from his address.
George gave his arm, -and the two
walked home in silence.
We must pass over hastily the events
of the next day in Robert Hardy’s life.
The whole town was talking about his
surprising address of the night before.
Some thought he was crazy. Others
regarded him as sincere, but after the
first effect of his speech had worn off
they criticised him severely for pre-
suming to “preach” on such an occa-
sion. Still others were puzzled to ac-
count for the change in the man, for
that a change had taken place could
not be denied. How slow men are to
acknowledge the power of God in the
human heart! Mr. Hardy went about
his business very little moved by all
this discussion. He realized that only
two more days remained.
He spent the afternoon and evening
at home. but was interrupted by sev-
eral calls. After tea the entire family
gathered in the room where Clara lay.
She still remained unconscious, but liv-
ing. As Mrs. Hardy was saying some-
thing to her husband about his dream
and the events of the day before Clara
suddenly opened her eyes and distinct
ly called out the words:
“I"ather, what day is it?”
It was like a voice out of the long
dead past. Mr. Hardy, sitting by the
side of the bed, replied quietly, while
his hegyt beat quickly:
“This is Friday night, dear child.”
Another question came, uttered in
the same strange voice:
“Father, how many more days are
left for you?”
“Tomorrow and Sunday.”
The voice came again:
“1 shall go with you then.”
The eyes closed. and the form be-
came motionless, as before.
It was very quiet in the room at the
close of Robert Hardy's fifth day.
CHAPTER XI.
Those words of Clara, “lI shall go
with you then,” filled the family with
dismay. Mr. Hardy bowed his head
and groaned. Mrs. Hardy, almost be-
side herself with grief and terror, flew
to the side of the girl and, with be-
seeching cries and caresses, tried to
bring back to consciousness the mind
that for a moment or two had gleamed
with reason and then had gone back
into the obscurity and oblivion of that
mysterious condition in which it had
been lying for three days, but all in
vain. The eyes were closed; the form
was rigid. The others, George and
Will and Bess. grew pale, and Bess
cried, almost for the first time since
the strange week began. Robert was
the first to break the grief with a quiet
word. He raised his head, saying:
“] do not believe Clara is going to
die when I do.”
“Why, father, what makes you think
that?” cried Alice.
“I don’t know. | can’t give any ex-
act reason. I only know that I don't
believe it will happen.”
“God grant that she may be spared
to us!” said Mrs. Hardy. “Oh. Rob-
ert, it is more than I can bear! Only
today and tomorrow left! It can't be
real. 1 have battled against your
dream all the week. It was a dream
only. I will not believe it to be any-
thing else. You are not ill. There is
no indication that you are going to die.
I will not. I cannot, believe it! God
is too good. And we need you now,
Robert. Let us pray God for mercy.”
Robert shook his head sadly, but
firmly.
“No, Mary: 1 cannot resist an im-
pression so strong that I cannot call it
anything but a conviction of reality:
that somehow, in some way, I shall be
called away from you Sunday night. 1
have struggled against it, but it grows
upon me even more firmly. God is
merciful. 1 do not question his good-
ness. How much did I deserve even
this week of preparation after the life
I have lived? And the time will not
be long before we shall all meet there.
God grant that it may be an unbroken
company!”
Mr. Hardy spoke as any one in his
condition could. The children drew
about him lovingly. Bess climbed into
his lap. She laid her face against her
father’s face, and the strong man sob-
bed as he thought of all the years of
neglected affection in that family cir
cle. The rest of the evening was spent
in talking over the probable future.
George. who seemed thoroughly hum-
bled now. listened respectfully and
even tearfully to his father’s counsel
concerning the direction of business
and family matters.
The boy was going through a struz-
gle with himself which was apparent
to all in the house. Ever since his
mother had seen him kneeling down iu
the night watch he had shown a differ:
ent spirit. It remained to be seen
whether he had really changed or
whether he had been for the time be-
ing frightened into a little goodness.
Saturday morning found the Hardys
weary with the agitation of the week,
but bearing abouf a strange excite-
ment which only the prospect of the
father’s approaching death or removal
could have produced.
Robert could not realize that his
week was almost at an end. Why, it
seemed but yesterday that he had
dreamed after the Sunday evening
service!
As on every other day, he asked him-
seif the question, “What shall 1 do?”
Only until he had prayed could he
answer the question. Then the light
came. Who says prayer is merely a
form? It is going to God for wisdom
and getting it. It is crying out for
light, and, ! the darkness flees. It
is spreading out our troubles and our
joys and our perplexities and our needs
and finding God himself the best pos-
sible answer to them all.
Robert Hardy was finding this out
lately, and it was the one thing that
made possible to him the calmness of
the last two days allotted him.
The day was spent in much the same
way that the other days had been
spent. He went down to his office
about 10 o'clock and after coming’
home to lunch went down again with
the intention of getting through all the
business and returning home to spend
the rest of the time with the family.
Along toward 3 o'clock, when the rou-
tine work of the shops was disposed
of, the manager felt an irresistible de-
sire to speak to the men in his employ.
They numbered about S800 in his de-
partment, and he knew how impossible
it would be for him to speak to them
individually. He thought a minute
and then called Burns in and gave an
order that made the foreman stare in
the most undisguised wonder.
“Shut down the works for a little
while and ask the men to get together
in the big machine shop. 1 want to
speak to them.”
Burns had been astonished so oftetr
this week that, although he opened his
mouth to say something, he did not
seem able to pronounce the words, and
after staring blankly at his employer
a. minute he turned and went out to
execute the order.
The great engine was stopped. The
men from the casting rooms and the
carpenter shops and the storerooms
and the repairing departments came
trooping into the big machine shop and
sat or leaned on the great, grim pieces
of machinery, and as the shop filled
the place began to take on a strange
aspect never seen there before.
Mr. Hardy crossed the yard from the
office, followed by the clerks and as-
sistant officers of the road, all curious
to hear what was coming. Mr. Hardy
mounted one of the planers and looked
about him. The air was still full of
gas and smoke and that mixture of
fine iron filings and oil which is char-
acteristic of such places. The men
were quiet and respectful enough.
Many of them had heard the man-
ager’s speech of Thursday night at the
town hall. Most of them were aware
that some change had taken place in
the man. It had been whispered about
that he had arranged matters for the
men injured in the Sunday accident so
that they would not come to want in
any way.
And now that grimy, hard muscled,
hard featured crowd of 800 men all
turned their eyes upon the figure
standing very erect and pale faced on
the great planer, and he in turn looked
out through the blue, murky atmos-
phere at them with an intensity of ex-
pression which none in that audience
understood. As Mr. Hardy went on
with his speech they began to under-
stand what that look meant.
“My brothers,” began the manager,
with a slight trembling of the sylla-
bles so new to him, “as this may be
the last time I shall ever speak to you
1 want to say what is true to me and
what I feel I owe to you. For 25 years
I have carried on the work in this
place without any thought of the 800
men at work in these shops except as
their names were on the pay roll of
the company.
“It never made any difference to me
when your wives and children grew
sick and died. 1 never knew what
sort of houses you lived in except to
know that in comparison with mine
they must have been very crowded
and uncomfortable. For all these 25
years I have been as indifferent to you
as one man possibly could be to men
who work for him. It has not occurred
to me during this time that I could be
anything else. 1 have been too selfish
to see my relaticn to you and act up-
on it.
“Now, I do not call you in here today
to apologize for 25 years of selfishness
—not that alone. But 1 do want you to
know that I have been touched by the
hand of God in such a way that before
it is too late I want to say to you all.
‘Brothers,’ and say to you that when
you think of me hereafter it may be as
1 am now today, not as I have been in
all the years past.
“It is not for me to say how far or in
what manner I have trampled on the
brotherhood of the race. 1 have called
myself a Christian. 1 have been a
member of a church. Yet 1 will con-
fess here today that under the author-
ity granted me by the company I have
more than once dismissed good, honest,
faithfu! workmen in large bodies and
cut down wages unnecessarily to in-
crease dividends, and in general 1
have thought of the human flesh and
blood in these shops as 1 have thought
of the iron and steel here. 1 confess
all that and more. Whatever has been
un-Christian I hope will be forgiven.
“There are many things we do to our
fellow men in this world which abide—
the sting of them. I mean. The im-
press of my selfishness is stamped on
this place. It will take years to re-
move it. 1 might have been far more
to you. 1 might have raised my voice
as a Christian and an influential di-
rector of this road against the Sunday
work and traflic; I never did. I might
have relieved unnecessary discomfort
in different departments; I refused to
do it. 1 might have helped the cause
of temperance in this town by trying
to banish the saloon; instead of that I
voted to license a crime and poverty
and disease establishment.
“I might have used my influence and
my wealth to build healthy, comforta-
ble homes for the men who work on
this road; I never raised my finger in
the matter. I might have helped to
make life a happier, sweeter thing to
the nearly 1,000 souls in this estab-
lishment, and I went my selfish way,
content with my own luxurious home
and the ambition for self culture and
the pride of self accomplishments.
And yet there is not a man here today
who isn’t happier than I am.
“I wish you all, in the name of the
good God, who forgives our sins for
Jesus’ sake, the wish of a man who
looks into the other world and sees
things as they really are. I do not
wish you to think of my life as a Chris-
tian life. It has not been such, but as
you hope to be forgiven at last forgive
all wrongs at my hands.
“You are living in the dawn of a hap-
pier day for labor. There are Christian
men in business in this town and some
few connected with railroads who are
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“T have been touched by the hand of God.”
trying to apply the principles of Chris-
tianity to the business and traffic of the
world. My probable successor in these
shops is such a man in spirit.
“God is love. I have forgotten that
myself. 1 have walked through life
forgetful of him. But I know today
that he is drawing the nations and the
world together in true sympathy. ~The
nations that stand defiant and disobe-
dient to God shall perish. The rulers
who haughtily take God's place and
oppress the people shall be destroyed.
The men of power and intelligence and
money who use these three great ad-
vantages merely to b.ess themselves
and add to their own selfish pleasure
and ease shall very soon be dethroned.
I would give all I possess to be able to
live and see a part of it come to pass.
Men, brothers, some of you younger
ones will live to see that day.
“Love God and obey him. Envy not
the rich. They are more miserable
than you sometimes dream. True hap-
piness consists in a conscience at peace
with God and a heart free from selfish
desires and habits. 1 thank you for
your attention. You will know better
why I have said all this to you when
you come in here to work again next
Monday. My brothers, God bless you!
God bless us all!”
When Robert stepped down from the
planer and started toward the door,
more than one black hand was thrust
into his with the words, “God bless
you, sir!” He felt a strange desire to
weep. Never before had he felt that
thrill shoot through him at the grasp
of the hand of his brother man. His
speech had made a profound impres-
sion cn the men. Many of them did
not understand the meaning of certain
sentences, but the spirit of the man
was unmistakable, and the men re-
sponded in a manner that touched Mr.
Hardy very strongly.
He finally went into his office. The
big engine started up again, and the
whir and dust and clangor of the shops
went on. But men bent over their
work there in the gathering dusk of
the winter day who felt a new heart
throb at the recollection of the pale
face and sincere word of the man who
had broken a selfish silence of a quar-
ter of a century to call them brothers.
Oh, Robert Hardy. what glorious op-
portunities you missed to love and be
loved! With all your wealth you have
been a very poor man all your life un-
til now, on the next to the last day
of it!
(CONCLUDED NEXT WEEK.)
Great Salt Lake Shrinking.
Utah’s Inland Sea is Fast Losing its Waters.
The level of Great Salt Lake, Utah. is
reported to be steadily falling, on account
of the large volume of water tributary to
it, which is now absorbed by irrigation
enterprises. The Jordon and Bear Rivers,
City Creek and other tributaries rise in the
mountains to the east and, before they
were intercepted by irrigation ditches,
poured into the lake the year round about
10,000 cubic feet a second.
It is interesting to learn that a similar
condition now exists in the Dead Sea,
Palestine. That sea was formerly much
larger than at present, as is shown by the
old beaches, stretching at various levels
along the basin. Since the middle of the
century its level has been very slowly ris-
ing, till quite recently, but now it is fall-
ing. This shrinkage of Great Salt Lake, is
not due to natural causes,but to the increas-
ing water taken from the Jordon and
smaller streams by farmers, whoare divert-
ing all they can get to their lands. Some
of the salt deposits covering the bottom of
the lake may now be seen above the water
in the shallower places and near the shores.
But even if this shrinkage should go on
steadily it would take a long time to dry
up the waters, for the lake is over 1,300
feet deep in the northern part of the basin.
The Reason He Was Submerged.
At the conclusion of the service the minis-
ter of a certain Nonconformist church went
down the aisle, as was his unvarying cus-
tom, to greet the strangers in the congrega-
tion, says the Scottish American. ‘I don't
think you are a member of our church,”
said he to one as he warmly shook his
hand.
“No, sir,’ replied the stranger.
“Well, vou will not think me unduly
curious it I ask to what denomination you
belong 2’? asked the minister.
“I suppose,’ responded the other, ‘I'm
really what you might call a submerged
Presbyterian.”
“A submerged Presbyterian !”’ exclaim-
ed the minister. ‘I should be glad if
you’d explain.”
*‘Well, I was brought up a Presbyterian,
my wife is a Methodist, my eldest daugh-
ter is a Baptist, my son is the organist at a
Unitarian church, my second daughter
sings in a church of England choir, and my
youngest goes to a Congregational Sunday
school.”
*‘But,’’ said the minister, aghast, ‘‘you
contribute, doubtless, to some church ?”’
“Yes. I contribute, to all of them,”
was the answer. ‘“That’s what submerges
me.”’
——Probably the reason a woman always
confides a secret to anotheris because she
is afraid she may die and there will be no
one else to tell it.
Ex-Queen Lil Goes Home to Die.
Hawaiia’s Former Ruler Purchases a Pink and
White Shroud and Starts for Her Native Islands.
At a reception, to which the best people
of Washington society were invited, ex-
Queen Liliuokalani, formerly of Hawaii,
but for the past five years of Washington,
announced that she had decided to shake
the dust of the United States from her feet
and to return to the land of her birth, to
spend the final days of her life in such re-
tirement as is her right by birth and the
will of the people.
Five years ago, when the Hawaiian
came to a climax, ending in the permanent
dethronement of the royal family, the ex-
Queen sailed for America, and traveling
across the country in semi-royal state,
threw herself at the feet of President
Grover Cleveland to beg from him such in-
dulgence as he could grant. The fallen
Queen desired first her throne ; failing that
she wanted a very substantial pension ; or
if neither throne nor pension were forth-
coming, her friends hinted that she wonld
accept the post of Governor to Hawaii. or
any other appointment of rulership which
could be bestowed upon her.
After pleading her cause many times
Liliuokalani withdrew, and with much
sorrow announced that her ‘‘great and
good friend” could do little for her at
present ; in the future he might, however,
give her any or all of the things she
craved. r
Washington treated the ex-Queen, who
is a woman of education, refinement and
presence so well that she decided to re-
main ; and after looking about the city,
she selected a home worthy her state in
which she immediately placed her native
servants and gathered about her a retinue
that would not disgrace a royal household.
HAWAIIAN FAD.
Her business in Washington, her friends
said, was to place before the government
her claims to a pension and to press them
until they should finally be recognized.
To this end statesmen were invited to ber
home and the Hawaiian fad became a popu-
lar one in Washington. When the Queen
went to drive she was a picturesque figure
with her ladies, her outriders and court.
At ocher times, driving in semi-state, she
had with her only her lady attendants but
her dress was always such as to portray
her rank.
The last of her dynasty, for the throne
of Hawaii is permanently fallen, Lili-
uokalani deserves more than a passing
thought.
Her right name is Mrs. Lydia Hama-
kacha Dominis, for late in life she became
the wife of John Owen Dominis, a young
business man of Honolulu.
This matrimonial venture occurred in
1862. Young Dominis was the son of an
American sea captain, but was horn in
Italy. When David Halakua was made
King, Mrs. Dominis, by special royal proc-
lamation bloomed forth as the Princess
Lilinokalani. Her husband was rewarded
by the gift of the Governorship of Oahu,
Molokai and Lanai, and was also a mem-
ber of the House of Nobles. He wore on
his breast all the orders at the disposal of
the crown.
John Dominis died, however, hefore for-
tune placed his consort on the throne on
January 20th, 1891. Sne was then in her
fifty-thiid year.
Liliuokalani was one of many brothers
and sisters, and the most beautiful of whom
was the Princess Like Like, the royal girl
who married Mr. Cleghorn, of California,
and had one child, the Princess Kaiulani.
A FAMILY MARTYR.
When Like Like had been only a short
time a wife, the Volcano Peel broke out
and vomited forth fire, smoke and lava.
The people of Hawaii were greatly terrifi-
ed and consulted their oracles to find out
how to check the terrible mountain.
The ancient books said that Peel, the
ever terrible, would be contented only with
the sacrifice of a human life; and thatthe
life so sacrificed must be one of the royal
family.
Like Like offered to give herself as a sac-
rifice to theawful God ;and so, in full sight
of all, she lay down and deliberately starv-
ed to death, thus securing a niche in im-
mortalitv for herself and peace for Hawaii;
for on the very day that Like Like died,
the volcano Peel became quiet.
‘When the revolution occurred in Hawaii
Liliuokalani was put off the throne but the
minds of the people turne.. toward the lit-
tle daughter of the martyr Like Like; and
for a long time Kaiulani was the Queen
elect.
But time and laws change and the story
of how Hawaii became a part of the Unit-
ed States is now history.
Queen Lil, as she is popularly called, as
being an abbreviation from her more
lengthy title, goes back to Hawaii to spend
her old age in peace and tranquility. To
show that she appreciates her decline in
fortune and in years, it may be mentioned
that she has announced the giving up of all
political ambitions and that her only desire
is to die on her native soil.
One of the Queen’s latest moves was the
purchase of the material for a shroud, a
gown in which all Hawaiian ladies are in-
terec.ed. Queen Lil’s is of white satin,lin-
ed with royal purple, and is elaborately
trimmed with jewels, sosay those whohave
viewed it. This she will take back to Ha-
waii with her, to preserve until wanted.
Shot Father to Save Mother.
Son Emptied a Heavy Load of Shot Into his Parent.
While standing guard over his aged
mother, Oscar Miller, of Laurel, Del., on
Tuesday morning, shot and fatally wound-
ed his father, Wm. Miller, a veteran of the
Civil war. The tragedy occurred at the
son’s home, to which Mrs. Miller had fled
for protection from the assaults of her
aged husband, who was crazed by drink.
Miller, Sr., prior to receiving a pension,
with a large amount of back pay, had been
a sober, industrious man and had treated
his wife well. When the money came
everything changed. He quit work and
soon began to abuse his wife. The money
was soon spent, but the man seemed pos-
sessed of a demon, and he demanded the
pittances of his children. This also went
for rum.
Mrs. Miller, in fear for her life, at last
fled to the home of her married son, Oscar.
Here the old man sought her out and
again assaulted her. Young Miller’s wife,
fearing that the aged woman would be
killed, knocked the crazed man down
with a stool. The son then appeared on
the scene and threw his father out of the
house.
The old man threatened to kill the three
of them, and soon after returned with a
revolver. He made his way to the door,
but was met by his son, who after warning
the old man in vain, emptied the contents
of a shotgun into him.
The mother, who was just inside the
door, fainted, and has been in a critical
condition ever since. Physicians’ who ex-
amined Miller’s wounds say he cannot re-
cover.
“Lady of Caskets” Buried.
Ten Thousand Laughing, Jostling, Unfeeling Pecple
Turn the Funeral of Mrs. Hiller into a Wretched
Farce.
The burial of Frances Hiller, the ‘“‘Lady
of the Caskets,” at Wilmington, Mass., on
Wednesday, had none of the solemnity of
a funeral about it. On the contrary, it
was in many respects like a country circus.
Ten thousand people thronged the village,
trampled over the lawns, pushed into the
house, plucked the flowers, laughed and
sometimes even jeered at the evidences of
death.
From 3 o'clock on Tuesday afternoon.
when the ‘lying in state’”” began, until
o'clock at night, not less than four thou-
sand curious folks passed by the casket and
commented on the magnificent white satin
gown, with its many yards of lace, in
which its occupant was laid out. The
flowers in her hair, the jewelry upon her
fingers, the gorgeous casket itself, all were
subjects of talk as though they had been
part’s of a bride’s dress at a wedding. The
police in vain endeavored to keep a sem-
blance of order and decorum, and when, at
9 o'clock, the doors were closed to the pub-
lic, they came near being smashed ir, so
eager and unfeeling was the crowd.
The only solemn thing about the cere-
mony was the service at St. Thomas’s
Catholic church. From this the curious
were barred and Father Mahoney and Ryan
performed their offices will proper spirit.
It was 10 o'clock Wednesday morning
before the huge catafalque hove in sight
along the Woburn road leading to the
house. So high was the sombre thing that
the trees along the road side had covered it
with leaves and blossoms and dust, so that
the cleaning away of these was the first
duty. While it was being backed up to
the piazza amateur photographers, who
had before pointed their cameras into the
dead woman’s face, aimed their instru-
ments at the spectacle and the multitude
which swarmed about like flies.
It was considerably after 10 o’clock when
the casket, weighing 700 pounds was haul-
ed to the window, the door not being wide
enough, and rolled to the root of the
catafalque. The wide-mouthed throng
watched the husband and other relatives
and appointed persons fill nine hacks and
then followed them to the cemetery.
The top of the tomb had been shovelled
away, leaving in sight the wonderful mar-
ble and metal sarcophagus in which Dr.
Hiller was laid twelve years ago. Its brass
legs were lying on top, because the tomb
was not high enough to permit their being
used as the doctor had contemplated.
Foolishly curious old ladies jammed them-
selves into entrance to the tomb and were
trodden upon. Many people were smok-
ing, others ate bananas and peanuts. Near
the cemetery some enterprising small boys
had established a lemonade stand and did
a big business.
The Hiller mausoleum is directly at the
left of the mainentrance to the cemetery,
and the mound was covered with people
massed so closely together that approach
wag only possible by the aid of the police.
The outer casket, intended for Mrs. Hiller
had been drawn out upon the grass, and in
spite of all the police could do the relic
hunter had got in his deadly work on the
carved cherubs and other figures.
The ceremony consisted of prayer and the
sprinkling of holy water, brought in a sil-
ver howl. The inner casket was then plac-
ed in the outer and the lid adjusted.
By the aid of rollers the casket was then
dragged up the mound to the tomb and
placed beside that of Dr. Hiller, the cano-
py put in place and the brass legs wrapped
in cloth and laid upon the caskets. The
floral pieces weie placed upon the mound
and the police spent the day in guarding
them from the vandals.
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Modish Matrimony.
All the expenses of a wedding are as-
sumed by the bride's family—cards, car-
riages, floral decorations—everything.
The bridegroom’s first privilege is to
pay the clergyman’s fee.
It is the bride’s prerogative to name the
wedding day.
The fashionable hour for the ceremony
is “high noon.”
Church, clergyman and all details of the
wedding are left to the choice of the bride.
It is the present fashion to have four, six
or eight bridesmaids, as many ushers a
maid of honor, a best man, and sometimes
one or two little girls. The bride decides
what the gowns of her bridesmaids shall
be.
The bride always wears the bridegroom’s
ift.
8 The bride wears her veil over her face so
that immediately after the ceremony, the
maid of honor may part it, disposing of it
becomingly.
Fashion now dictates white suede gloves.
The left one is removed when the ring is
given.
Presents are sent at any time after it is
known that the date has been fixed for the
wedding, but the receipt of the invitations
is the general signal for their offering.
It is a recent fashion to invite those who
have sent presents to come and see them on
some day shortly before the wedding, if
they are not to be displayed at the recep-
tion.
A widow bride wears pearl gray, or
some light silk; or a traveling costume
with a bonnet. She removes her former
wedding ring. She may no more wear
both rings than she may bear both names.
Mrs. Burton Kingsland in Ladies’ Home
Journal.
“OPPORTUNITY IS THE CREAM OF
TiME.”’—Now is your opportunity. There
is no time when the system is so much in
need of a good medicine, like Hood’s Sarsa-
parilla, and no time when it is so sus
ceptible to the benefits to be derived from
such a medicine. By purifying, enriching
and vitalizing the blood and toning up the
system Hood’s Sarsaparilla starts you right
for a whole year of health.
Constipation is cured by Hood’s Pills.
One Step at a Time.
“Miss Kittish—Mabel, my love, wil
you marry me ?’’ pleaded Mr. Sterling
worth.
“I am hardly prepared to go so far as
that, dear, but I have no objection to be-
coming engaged.”’
——“You're a lobster! That’s what
you are!” exclaimed fhe boy with the
brimless hat.
“That’s more’'n you are,” replied the
boy with the pile of papers under his arm.
“When you git into hot water you turn
pale!”
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