Bellefonte, Pa., May 21, 1909, HEAVEN. 1 doubt not, but to every mind of mortal That heaven, in & different form appears, ministration. Sylvacus, begion to get a bit hardened 10 these ceaseless diatribes, was listening with ball attention as he peared the church door, when their was crossed by a tall, black-avised young man who seemed to start up from the shad - ows by the way, and who hauled along by the wrist a girl, also tall and dark. “Is this the preacher?’’ the stranger asked, alwost fiercely. By force of habit Drumright answered him in the affirmative, while Goodloe stood k. And every one who hopes to pass the portal, | hae Where God shall wipe away all bitter tears, Beeth the mansion, in & separate guise, And there are many heavens, Lo many eyes, To ine, it seems a world where all sweetness, That I have in my wildest dreams con ceived ; The subtle beauty, and the rare complete. ness, That | have missed, in life, and missing, grieved ; The things that I have sought for, all my life, And if found, founa mixed with pain and strife. That rest, that mortal mind can never meas ure ; That peace that we can sever understand ; The keen delights that fill the soul with pleas. ure ; These, THESE, | deem, are what that bless. ed land, Lying beyond the pearly gates, doth hold— Where the broad street is paved with shining gold, A total putting off of care and sorrow, As ye put off old garments. Rest, so deep, That "tis not marred by thoughts of the to- morrow, Or pained by tears, for never any weep. The love unchangeable, unselfish, strong— That I have craved, with heart and soul, so long. All these, | hope, in that one vast forever, Of which we dream, nor mortal eye hath seen, When death's pale craft shall bear me o'er the river, To find in waiting, on the shores of green, And in that haven, how my sou! shall raise, Unceasing songs of gratitude and praise, —Ella Wheeler Wilcox. THE PEACEMAKER. i i “Looks like I just caio’t stand it nohow, Sylvanus, --me, a preacher’s wife, to pour the elder’s coffee out of a lard buckes. I've done scoured it and scoured it till my bands is right sore, and it don’t do a thing but take the tin off —they’s made so pore nowadays. Bot scour as you will and sorub as you may, a lard bocket is a lard | bucket, and it ain’t a coffee-pot, and a cof- | fee-pos is what I feel like I'm jest obliged to have hefore Eider Drumright comes here to stay throogh Quarterly.” The boyish young preacher watched his slim, plaintive little bride solicitously. | Virgilia was near to tears. His arm went round her in awkward tenderness, She sobbed, ball shamefaced, on his shonlder, shen dodged back hastily, appalled at her own carelessness, and ran to seek a towel to dab dry the tear she had all unintention- ally dropped upon his shirt front so glitter- ing white, so laborionsly ironed, for the preaching that evenivg. “I'm just as mean and no-'conut as I oan be,’’ she told him as she mopped the spot gently. ‘‘Here you an’ me has got each other, and a good house with three in it—Ilooks like anybody ought to be satisfied and nos go longin’ after coffee- pots and ruch. I will be satiefied, Sylvan- us honey.” Sylvanus, a big, raw-boned boy from whose earuest face the freckles had not | unite faded, a good deal frightened at his church and tremendously in love with his Virgil, pus the awkward arm around her waist again as au ipvitation to her to grieve more “Never you mind, Vergily,”” be spoke out manfully. “I'm a-goin’ to git you whatever you need and want—in time. Ii it’s coffee pots, you shall have em.” The boy from the Far Cove spoke with a reck- less confidence which would bave set a row of coffee pots around the hoard. A remem- brance of the realities of the case brought him to say, with a curiously sudden drop in his tone, * Course I cain’t git you noth- in'—and I cain’e git that right good—till my quartet's salary is paid ; and the Lord only knows when that'll be I”? The two young creatures laughed to- gether ruefally. Virgilia put up pursed, pink lips for a kiss, “I bad no call to werry voun,’’ she told him, peoitently. ‘The coffee’ll taste jest ns out of a lard hucket as it would out of a gold pitcher with a diamond han- dle—=o thar !”’ Sylvanus looked upon her with eyes that swam. A comely siip of a moantain gul from Rainy Gap neighborhood, with her big, shy eyes and wild-rose face, to her huskaud’s thinking the perplexities of Par- is would have been solved at once had but Virgilia been a candidate for the golden apple. What wight a man not be willing to Sater sach a wife? ‘Don’t you feel discouraged, Virgily,” he reassured her. “‘Ye know there's wed- din’ fees. Folks has obliged to be gittin’ married, now and agin. If them that ain’t koowed how happy a state it is, they'd shore be seekin’ it. I won’t say nothin’ about funerals. beca'se dyin’ is in the prov- idence of the Lord. Course it He was needin’ to send for anybody, there's al- ways them here that could be spared.” Virgilia nodded. She would have heen no preacher’s wife bad she not been able to offer a small mental list of this sors hersell. “They shore is some folks, thas, what with their miseries and the bad temper sech miseries gives ’em, is no manner of good to theirselves nor to anybody else,” reflected Sylvanus. ‘‘But thar, the Lord knows his business—I reckon. Hit'll be a weddin’ fee, honey—a weddin’ fee.” She tied his tie for him with eager, care- fal fingers. He was going down to the church tonight with the elder to hold the last service. Then the austere, long-wind- ed old man, alter preaching a sermon in Wish Re was likely to find fault with everything—the congregation, separatel and collectively, and Sylvanus’ peiind ment of affairs—would move on, and only come back to remain with them for Quar- terly, two weeks later, and discover their humiliating lack of a coffee-pot. Virgilia was remaining at home, and she watched her husband away through a mist of April visit them !| How kind he bad been, ot Suave is is hope that a wedding m come in before the elder’s expected and dreaded visit ! Sylvanus stopped for the elder, since Drumright was staying this time with some relatives. The old man his younger fellow worker, and to cataloguing a number of faults and lacks which he found in the mountain boy's ad- “Can yon marry us—right off —uow ?" the black-hrowed ove inquired. Sylvanus’ hears leaped within his bosom; it danced and sang. Here was the wedding fee for Vigilia's need. He put himself squarely in front of the elder and replied in a businesslike tone : *‘I'm the preach- er in charge of Post Oak charch. Yes, I can marry you.” The black-eyed newcomer looked at the freckled boy confronting bim with a sud- den flash of white teeth. He laughed over his shoulder at the girl who was with him. “‘Reckon you'll de as well as a grown man,’’ he said easily. ‘‘Yes, the license is all right, Are you goin’ to back ont, Ma- dely ? 1 ’lowed this would be about your time to do #0.” The young woman tossed her dark head and stepped a pace to the fore. Her hig black eyes—so like ber companion’s— gleamed angrily. ‘“*Back out !'’ she echoed his words. ‘‘T never did yet give over any- thing that I'd set my hand to, an’ I ain’ a-goin’ to begin now." “What are the names ?'’ inquired Good- loe, in a tone from which be hoped be was able to keep the eager joy. Vergily should have her coffee-pot—she should have her coffee-pot, two of them if she wanted them. ‘Ajax Tallant and Madely Pitts,” snp- plied the would-be bridegroom as the quar- tet turned again toward the church, which was already lighted and beginnivg to fill. Ajax Tallant! Sylvanus knew of the Tallants of Rainy Gap ; he bad heard much of them when he coanrted Virgilia there! well-to do people, if it wae wild blood. This was a dollar fee—no Tallant would offer a preacher as little as fifty cents for marrying him. Then, the voice of the el- der broke in upon his comfortable reflec- tions, ‘Brother Goodloe, you are pastor of this here church,” the elder began, ponderous- ¢. ‘‘Bat I'm a-goin’ to preach in it this night, and they don’t no couple git mar- ried before sermon where I preach. Preack- in’ begins at sevea o'clock. There's a hymn to sing and a prayer to be eaid belo’ the sermon ; and you two can set down in the back of the church and wait, or yon can follow your rathers. You look to me like people that a good sermon might not hurt. I ain’t greatly pleased at your mo- tions—aud I tell you shat right now. Youn better think this marryin’ business over. Hit's powerful easy to do—and hard to un- do.” Sweet-tempered, boyish Sylvanus Good- loe conld have struck him to the earth. All the old man’s hitter criticisms of his work and sermons were nothing before this blas- phemy of love itself—this attempting to block a promising opening for Virgilia’s wedding fee. Without a second thoughe —was not his hair red ?—he swung around facing his superior. The gray eyes blazed to violet, to black. “I don’t know what you're a- thinkin’ of, Elder Drumright,”’ the boy burst out, ‘‘to speak that-a-way of one of the blessed ordinances of the church ! Course mar- ryin’ is easy done—well, not so easy bat what it's worth somethin’—bus God's blessin's don’t have to some bard ; and as for undoin’ it, who'd ever want to ?”’ The thin old man looked at him sardon- ically. ‘Not you, Brother Goodloe—we all see that,” he =aid at length, ‘‘Jess you thank yonr stars that these here young people won't be a-comin’ to yon when they fall ont and try to quit each other.” The dark eyed pair, is seemed to Sylvan- us, looked a bit siartied. They laughed nneasily ; but they followed parson and el. der into the church and disposed them- selves in a rear seat. To the unfortunate Sylvanus Goodloe, pent in his own puipit, aod unable to take an active part in the defence of what he considered bis proper trove, it appeared that the elder was actuated that evening by a spirit which proceeded directly from the powers that the church is supposed to wage war agaivst. Goodloe sought ous and hastily presented for Drumright’s iospec- tion a hymo which had always appealed to his own sentimental side, concerning itself warmly, as it did, about love, without any explicitness as to what particular sort of love was meant. The alder gave a sniff which might alwost have been called a sport, avd proceeded to announce. Mis- guided Souls that Dream of Heaven. Sylvanus ground his teeth and watched the pair in the back seat. They did nos sing. He hoped that, without noticing she words of the hymn at all, they were only utilizing the noise of the music as a soreen behind which to whisper fond nothings ; but when he had sidled far enough aronnd to the sdge of the platform to get an eye on them, he saw shat they had drawn apart and were fairly glaring at each other. It was most alarming. Back over his mind rushed the dream and delight of thas boar, not so far distant io his past, when he and Virgilia were wedded. Nos thus bad he ‘looked npon ber ; not thus had she ans. wered bis gaze, Ob, would they make the mistake of their lives and quarrel—and separate—thue losing his poor little bride her wedding fee and coffee-pot ? His hears was as butter on a Juve day. Then came Drumright’s rasping voice : ‘‘Brother Goodloe will now lead in prayer.” He should not have left it to the older man to prompt him ; he knew that ; it was such minor lapses as this that his superior had been throwing up to him daring the last three days ; but for the moment he cared not at all. This was his opportunity and he embraced it fervidly, tenaciously ; be swung to the chance of saying some- thing that would touch and melt the hearts of that pair waiting, black-browed and tile, in the rear of the church, and Virgilif's money. His mind was welter of emotional aspiration thas phrases flowed from it, tumbling over one another ina swift rapture of entreaty. Twice he came within a bair’s breadth of ance w his desires, and saved him and words to other accounts. The prayer ended, Elder Drumright read the portion of Sorip- ture slowly, rprouwchialy: ve out his text almost as it bad an acon- sation, and set in to preach. adroitness | present in time to give out bo TR Rg Mgt 8 fie glimpee , strong e, aquiline nose and flashing hawk eye, as he feared, all soo keenly on his ve partner, the sight was not reassur- and Sylvavaos writhed helpless in his chair, Then Drumright warmed to his work and became, as was bis custom toward the middle and close of his sermon, denuncia- tory and damning. He pounded the pnl- pit. He tham the big Bible with his fist. The e-to-be raised sombre eyes and slid them in the direction of her com- panion. The untamed Goth beside her gave back her sullen gaze with fiery inter- est ; so far from wincing, under cover of the noise Ajax Tallant leaned forward and said something to hia chosen. Goodloe, of course, could pot guess what it was, but he saw her lip curl and her color brighten. Sure ! Wouldn't anybody get pestered and out of temper thas had to sit and listen to Elder Drumrighs when they wanted to be married ? He nervously helped him- sell to a glass of water, drinking it in great gulps, with his eye over the rim on his pre- cions couple. He almort choked on the last swallow, for the two rose, as moved hy one impulse, and left the church, Ajax stepping from the door on the men’s side, Madelia leaving by that which led from the seats occupied hy the women, As they went, the elder with much de- liberation annonnced his sixthly, paused, picked up the pitcher, and found it empty. He cast a glance of angry reprehension at Goodloe. The boy from Far Cove jumped to his feet, muttering something about getting his superior a fresh drink, grasped the pitcher, and fled down the aisle. ‘‘Blessed in the akers,’’ he quoted to himself as he hurried ont into the dusk. *‘Blessed is the pescemakers. I wish’s to my granny I'd 'a’ come down here belore. I hope Iain’t too late. Blessed is the kers—I shore do aim to have that thar dollar for Vergily if I can git it any- ways honest.” In the dusk he almost ran into the two, who had met and were standing under a tree. The representative of the loquacious sex was speaking as be came out of the door. Sylvanus got the silhouette of them against the darkening sky, with the fire from the church windows painting a flare of high color on the girl's brown oheek, lighting a spark that was like a coal in her full, dark eye, as she finished some cutting speech, then threw her lips tight, aod breathed hard through dilated nostrils. Altogether, she was not a bopelul-looking bride ; the young parson wondered gquern- lonsly why that fool man Should want to rile her so. “Don’t you name Vesty Glenn to me,” Tallant retorted, fiercely, between shut teeth, as Goodloe halted uncertainly and listened perforce. ‘‘Vesty Glenn—a gal that ’ll carry on with a red-headed fool like Rust Broadnax, while his betters is—a girl thas ’ll act up that-a-way—don’t you name her to me !"’ “Rust Broaduax—-red headed !"’ echoed Madelia. ‘‘He ain’t nuthin’ of the sort. [| despise the man—but his hair’s anbu’n. Tallant laughed ont harshly. ‘‘Red or aurbn’n, I don’s see what Rust Broadoax’s hair has got to do with a gal that shinks vbe's a-goin’ to wed with Ajax Tallans,” he »ummed up the situation, tersely. *‘You don’t reckon that my wife 'll bave any- thing to say to a red-headed fool like that, do von ?V His dark, aquilie face was advanced threateningly toward hers. Bhe answered his glances with glances as fierce. “Rust Broaduax has got as much sense in one of them hairs o’ his’o that you name red as you have in your whole head !"’ she hurst ont, furiously. ‘‘Nos that I keer. The wan’s nothin’ to me. But such is the truth.” She had adopted the feminine, evasive method of taking issue with a winor por- tion of his argnment. Tallant brought the thing hluutly to a conclusion. **Air ye goin' to back out ?’’ he asked her, in #0 many words. ‘I ’lowed you would. That's your way, I reckon.” The bleak putting of the question opened before Goodloe a vista in which he saw no coffee-pos. He planged into the fray with as single a purpose to do and die for his lady’s sake as ever had knight of old. “Now see here,’ he interrupted —‘‘now see here. ‘Wi-wi-wives, submis yourselves to your hah-hab-busbands.” That's in the Good Book. What you-all fussin’ about?” The two haggarde turned upon him in- stantly. So alike were the dark glances he received that the pair might well have been brother and sister instead of postulant bride and groom. “Well, my liltle man,” inquired Tal lant, with a sort of savage banter, ‘‘whar’d you drop from, all at once ?"’ ‘‘An’ ef I might make so bold,’’ snapped the bride, “*who axed yo’ word in this byre business ?'’ The bridegroom thrust careless fingers into his trousers pocket, and stared with a sardonic half-smile at the preacher. ‘‘As I sense this thing,” Ajax observed, ‘yo’ place is to marry us—ef she stays in the mind ; and to let us alone ef she changes her mind. Ididn’t know you was an advice- machine.” Goodloe mustered all the dignity of his office. He sought desperately in his aux- ious, disordered mind for a text to fit the sitoation. Nothingecame so his lips but, “Tt ’d be a pity to sp’ile two honses with you” ; and this muttered comment failed to reach either. “I say, ‘Wives submit yourselves to your busbands’!” the girl returned to her gradge. *‘I'll jest trouble you to remem- ber that I ain’t no wife of his’'n—yis.”’ Ajax looked gloomingly upon her. ‘‘An’ I ain’ no bushand to nobody,” he sup- 51 plied, promptly. ‘‘Air ye goin’ to back ont, Maddy ? say eo now, if ye air. There's others I could git.” “It is not good for man to be alone,” quavered the y ‘‘Hit’s better than wuss,” put in the ‘No, I ain’t a-goin’ to back out,’’ cried Madelia Pitts, nly on the verge of angry tears. ‘‘I see well an’ good that yon don’s want me jan’ I'm a-goin’ to wed ye, jest to spite ye.” Tallant made no denial. Inside the oburoh, the elder’s discourse had begun to lurch and explode in sndden orisis of denunciation—a sure sign time was at hand. Goodloe had : fais HH and . youll " he said, energetical » » - 1 desperately to the two who faced him ep one commandment in the Bible above one man. Pitts, r don’t need no namin’~ nr for theirselves. I never mar- a likelier couple. You'll be makin’ the mistake of yo’ lives if jodi vaY ana let this opporsunity pass by you . Lord I” For the elder had voma iv 4 suites bals —quitting abruptly, as Sylvanus thought, merely to entrap bim. The young preach- er ren toward the church, empty piteber in band, and had the dubious satisfaction of seeing Ajax Tallant and Madelia Piss fal- tera few steps alter him, before the girl tarned with a ery to a coaple who came clastering down the street on horseback. “Good land !"’ groaned Sylvanus to him- self, os he frantically sought for an appro- priate hymn. “‘I do hope in my soul that some meddlin’ old mammy or daddy ain’s a-bus’tin’ in here to destroy the happiness of them two youog oritters I" The on stood to sing. Good loe could get no view of his couple, thoagh he craned his neck to see, and interrogated that rear seat tly. There seemed to be some stirring there at the back of the church, while a clear, biidlike voice, nos heard before—a woman's tenor—led out stiongly, and was answered by a new come rolling hass from the men’s side. If the two had come back happy enough to sing, all was well. The hymn ended, the congregation drop- ped to ite knees for prayer, and the young parson had a disheartening glimpse of Ma- delia Pitts’ flower wreathed bat beside a close cropped russes poll that was indubita- bly mascaline, bat could not belong to Ajax Tallant. Goodloe's first prayer bad been full of sentiment and tenderness ; hut a8 he closed his eyes now and the waters of despair rushed over his soul, there welled to his lips snoh moving words as impressed even cantankerons Elder Drumright, and set all the old ladies in the church wiping their eyes and wondering how they conld help along to get up that r boy’s sala- ry. When he made an end, and the con- gregation got to its fees for the doxology and benediction, he looked long and earn- estly toward the back of she church before be gave ont she doxology. His lips were parted for the first words of Old Hundred, the breath already indrawn, when he he- came aware of Tallant leaning out into the | aisle to catch his eye, shaking a warning | finger at him. Ajax looked a man made over. His big black eves glowed, his thin dark face was softened and alight. This indeed wae a bridegroom. Scarce daring to believe, Goodloe raised his eyes inter. rogatively. Tallant nodded with energy, and » great wave of relief rolled in upon Sylvanos and almost swamped him. “If you-all will seat yourselves for a mo- ment, Mr. Ajax Tailant from Rainy Gap | and Miss Madelia Pitts from the same | neighborhood will be united in—Well, ain’s that 1ight, Brother Tallant ?"’ A little breeze of tistering went over the congregation as it promptly sat down. Tallaos remained on his feet, and every- body stared at him, including the minister and the elder. Scarlet with an embarrassment which yet seemed to contain no painful element, the young mountaineer held up two fingers and shook them energetically. “The twain shall be made one,’’ soothed the parson. ‘Oh yes—that's all right, Brother Tallant—ihe twain shall be made oue. Mr. Ajax Tallant and Mies Madelia Pitss—"" The fingers of Ajax were shaking more wildly shan ever. Goodloe regarded them with some irritation. ‘‘Well, then, say it yoursell,’”’ he prompted, despairing of any adequate conclusion. The lean, brown, left hand clutched the back of the seas where Tallant stood till the knuckles were bone white. Desperate- iy excited, but nowise dismayed, the pros. pective bridegroom faltered, in the loud, hollow voice of one totally unaccustomed to speaking publicly : “First, Ajax Tallant is a goin’ to be wedded to Vesty Glenn—jest like he al- ways was. And then the parson is a goin’ to many Rast Broadnax to Madelia Pitts —and may the Lord bave mercy on his sonl.” ‘The concluding words were added quite without intention of offence, avd evidently to give solemnity to the annouccement, As in a dream young Goodloe saw his tall, dark, first costomer advancing down the aisle with a demure, smooth-cheeked, biue- eyed girl, whose head, scarce reaching to her bridegroom's shoulder, carried a mighty twist of pale-gold bair. Behind them came Madelia Pitts—not the fla<hing- eyed vixen who had defied Ajax Tallant, bat a softened, smiling, blushing Madelia, a moss proper bride, who leaned confiding- ly upon the arm of a big, broad-shoalder- ed, ruddy young fellow, clinging to him like any vine. Mechanically Goodloe moved forward and wedded first one couple and then the other, still too deeply submerged in the balmy sea of relief to even hungle and stot- ter over the always-terrifying marriage cer- emony. With the perfect composure of a somnambnlist he received and pocketed the fee as each bridegroom proffered it. But when the doxology bad been sung and she bevnediotion pronounced ; when the happy conples had mounted their respect. ive nags and started once more for Rainy Gap ; when the congregation, rich in some- thing new to talk about, had straggled away to their homes in the village ; when even the long-winded elder had released his clutch on his unhappy #abordinate and gone grumbling back to Ezra Wimberly’s spare bedroom —S8ylvanus stood in the dus- ty road, alone beneath the twinkling stars, He took them out of his pocket one after the other—two round silver dollars ; he clinked them together in his palm. “‘Coffee-pots I" he murmured. ‘‘Coffee- well, I reckon !”’ and set off at a 'a run for his own little cabin.—Byv Al- ee Macgowan in Harper's Monthly Maga- ne. ——Do youn know we have the old style sugar syrups, pure goods at 40 cente and 60 cents per gallon, Sechler & Co. 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In describing the little bits of America seen on this trip from ocean to ocean ; it is fitting that we begin as New York, which by the way, is in layers ; there being Shree layers of it in the middle of the street. We shall not undertake the task of counting those off the street. The three layers men- tioned are the “'L, road,” the surface tracks and the subway. Let us begin the day by studying the top layer. We will ascend these stairs which lead to the “'L," road. Board the car quickly and sit down ; they will not wait for you. Did you ever sail through mid-air in a thaoder cloud ¥ This is a3 near the experience as youn will ever get. Look down upon the world below you. Everybody is roshing along in a frantic so ‘‘gei there.’ You cannot look out over the tall modern buildings, but on each side of the street you can see only the front walls of tall structures, the interiors of which are teeming with human life and energy. Now, let us descend from our high position and enter one of these tri. umphs of the architect. It is a department store. Look about yon. It seems like a miniature city. In the center of a large fountaiv in the middle of the floor is a colossal statue, draped in cloth of gold ; | around it are clustered electric lights rep- resenting all the colors of the rainbow, while over them play the sparkling waters of the fountain. All around in every di- rection are small avenues extending be- tween shelves and counters piled high with material to supply the wants, real and imaginary, of shopping New York. Let as go up on the revolving stairway ; get on that lower step as it comes into position, avd stand still ; up, up you go ; be carefal ! a8 soon as you reach the top, side step quickly or yon will be carried on to where the step disappears, and be scraped off. Bat there is nn attendant standing at she top, who grasps your hand and leads you off in safety. When you are tired walking | through the various streets on this floor and seeing the attractions, which consist of innumerable articles for the comfort and decoration of the body, you can take one of the numerous elevators and ascend to the floor above. You may continue in this way until you reach the uppermost story ; and there yon behold the fowls of the air, the fish of the sea, the beasts of the field, aud all the vegetable products of mother earth gathered together and prepared to satisfy the ravenous appetite of mankind. Let us now descend to the basement, down ander the earth where ail the delicacies of the season are prepared and served to sup- ply the wants of the inuer man. Look about you at the great array of tables, all of them surrounded by hovgry mouths. Oae might think that all New York was here at lanch. Butno! You have only to look above your bead, through the perforated, glass-filled steel pavement to see that a large portion of the city is still rushing to and fro on the streets in a wild desire to ‘get there.” You see gathered about these tables many types of the genns homo, There is a plentiful sprinkling of the eper- getie, prosperous business man with olear eye and firmly set lip. Bat here and there is the weak face of the human failure. The bleared eye and unsteady look stamping him a victim to the alluring lights of the great city. Aye! aud the lure of the lights of the “‘great white way’’ as well as the lure of other lights bave drawn many a human moth to its destruction, singeing its aspiring wings and leaving it to drag itself along throogh the weary years to die in darkness and obscurity. Alter we ascend from these lower regions to the level of the earth’s surface we walk along the busy, crowded street to the first corner. How shall we get across? The *‘L,” cars are speeding overhead with their thunderous noise, in the subway is anoth- er steadily moving stream of humanity, aod on the surface we find three car tracks extending the length of one street and two on the other street crossing them. The cars are running on all of these tracks while drays and carriages are moving in all di- rections on each eide of them. On each corner of the square is a crowd of people, and for once they are waiting. Why? All at once the shrill sound of a policeman’s whistle is heard. Then there is a rush {rom every corner to the opposite side of the street. That whistie is the signal that the way is clear. Among all this rushiog crowd yon see very few corpulent people. The excite- ment of shis strenuons life muss keep them from becoming too fat. You see excite. ment, hurry and glare of red brick, brown stone, white pavement and brilliant light until the eyes grow weary ; and you turn gratefully toward the green hills, valleys and beautiful river views of the country. Bat even the engine that moves your train while you seek these beautiful country surroundings goes ina rush and reminds you that it is ‘‘getting there ; getting there ; getting there ;’ with every revolu- tion of its great wheels, as it hurries im- patiently across the conutry seeking some other busy town. Yes, and you pass many busy towns like a flash, almost, as the im- patient engine rushes onward still pro- claiming that it is ‘‘getting there’ by the peculiar rumble of its wheels. As you ap- proach the Iron city or the Smoky oity, il you will, though you are affected some- what by the smoky atmosphere, yet your admiration is exoited because the surround. ings show what that wonderfal creature called man can accomplish when he takes his hands out of his pockets and gete to doing things. But as you notice all these things the day passes, night approaches, and the darkness settles over the land ; but still your train rushes onward through the night. As the gray light of early morning gradoally spreads over the land you find yoursel! in entirely new and strange sur- roundings. As far as the eye can see, there is pos a hill in sight, nothing but level prairie dotted bere and there with farm- houses and buildings, straw stacks, bay- stacks and ao occasional village or town. At last here we are at the great city of Chi- cago. This wonderful city stands in the middle of what seems to be an almost end- less swamp or perhaps a collection of la- goons. It reminds you of the fabled As- lantio, with the difference that Atlantic was permitted to rise out ol the sea for one hour every seven years ; Chicago, by the enterprise of its citizens, has risen out of the sea to last for all tippe. But we cannot stay here, we have only time enough to get breakfast and change cars. Now we muss hurry on across the country noticing only the wonderful appearance and marvelous i structure of heaatiful bloffs we seeas we cross Wisconsin, and the Mississippi river at Lacrosse where the railroad crosses is. | It bas no banks hut seems to be a mixture of river, lake and lagoon, which appear to extend in endless labyrinths in all diree- tions among the namerons, low, swampy islands. We will stop at St. Paul and continue in a later paper. Some Items About ‘Montana. EpIiToR WATCHMAN : If you please, I will give some observa- tions of travel in Montana,and I wish here and now tosay, that I do pot mean to antagonize anybody, or say aught but what is true. My sole object in writing letters for the WATCHMAN is to give information about places that I visit, and for such of your readers as may feel an interest or curiosity to know more than their bome opporsani- ties afford them conderning places they may have read or heard people talk about. I bave no lands or city lots lor sale any- where, hence bave no personal or pecuniary interest in trying to either boom any sec- tion, or disparage any other. Montana is known less perhaps than any of the northwestern States, for the reason that its past development has been in the wining of precious metals, Althongh rich in agricnltural poseibili- ties, not much has as yes been done in thas direction, but the growing scarcity of good farming lande, and the building of rail- roads to the Pacific coast, is opening up wonderfully productive regions of country. A glance at a map will show what an immense ¢cope of country is embraced in the Staite. True a large portion of it is monutainous, yet there are vast valleys awaiting the farmer, which have been given to stock raising, hut the day is at band when the small farmer will have his day. Good farm lands can be had at mod- erate prices, and good home markets for all be has to sell. Already several great railway lines cross the State, and others are building, so no- body need think is i2 an isolated country. In many places they get plenty of rain and spow—in otber places they have irriga- tion. It is becoming a great alfalfa coun- try, wheat does splendidly, zo does oats, barley, flax and potatoes. They raise corn, but I do not think it will prove profitable unless they get a variety adapted to the climate. I think it will become a good fruit rais- ing country, especially apples, but quite a variety of other kinds as well as an endless list of various kinds of berries can be grown. The people like in all the rest of our western States are from everywhere, and are wide awake and progressive, Life and property are quite as sale as anywhere else. Educational facilities are fully abreast of the age. The kLealthful- ness of the people bere as elsewhere, is largely dependent ou the care they take of themselves. Helena, Butte, Livingston, Billings, Miseonla, Miles City and Great Falls are all places of importance. Butte is quite a city,and one of the great mining camps. I must not forget to speak of the Chinook winde—warm winds from the Pacifio—that prevail in the winter, and moderate the temperature, which averages about forty- seven for the entire year—twenty-five de- grees for Janvary and Febroary, and seventy for Jaly and August, One of the curiosities of this State is the Yellowstone National Park which must be seen to be realized. Words are trivial and weak when one experiences the sensation produced by a glimpse of its wonders. You eastern people call St. Paul away out west, yet this park is one thousand miles farther west, and then you are far from the Pacific const. The park comprises 3,300 square miles with a forest reserve in addition. It is entirely under government control. No railways of any kind are per- mitted within it, hence the tourist usually makes his journeyings within it by stage coach, for even automobiles are nos al- lowed. The hotels of this Wonderland as it is called, are simply magnificent. The geysers or hot springs are indeed wonderful. You can see a great variety of wild animals in captivity, constitutiog a happy family. Yellowstone lake is another curiosity, so are the lofty mountains, avd you instines- ively exclaim. “Land of the forest and the rock, Of dark blue lakes and mighty rivers, Of mountains reared aloft to mark The lightning's shock, the storm's career, My own green land forever.” Respectfully, DaxieL MoBriDE, Grand Forks, N. Dakota. ~—1 the temper of an iron is spoiled it will never retain the heat so well again. Kavee let irons stand on the range or get of.
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