6 TROUBLES THAT DO NOT COME. Of the hard and weary loads 'Neath which we bend and fall. The troubles that do not come Are the heaviest ones of all. For grief that cuts like a knife. There's oil of comfort and cure. JLnd the Hand which binds the weight Britigg strength and grace to endure. But to phantoms of pain and woe, The lips of Pity are dumb. And there's never oil or wine For troubles that never come. There's a sons to lighten the toll, And a staff for climbing the height. Hut never an Alpine stock For the hills that are out of sight. There are bitter herbs enough In the brimming cup of to-day, "Without the sprig of rue From to-morrow's unknown way. Then take the meal that Is spread. And go with a song on thy way, And li t not the morrow shade The sunshine and joy of to-day. —lx ttie S. Hlgelow, in Zlon's Herald. a ■IIIWIWIIB■ ■■■ II»■! inwiimillll IHI BORN TO SERVE By Charles M. Sheldon, I Author of "IN HIS STEPS," "JOHN KING'S I QUESTION CI.ASS, '' "EDWARD BL 4®E,' Etc. (Copyright, liWU, by (.ha ilea il. Shuldonj CHAPTER VII I.— CONTINUED. Three months after, Barbara was warried at her mother's liotne. The few friends who had been faithful to her during the days of her service were present, the Wards, Mr. and Mrs. Vane, and Mrs. Dillingham, to gether with three of the girls from the stores whose friendship for Bar bara had daily grown in meaning. A •seminary classmate of Morton's spoke the words of the service in which God joined these two eager, earnest Christian souls in one, and they twain became one flesh, and an other home was added to those that olready on the earth are the best witness to the possibilities of Heaven among men. Five years after this Barbara and her husband were standing together one evening in the dining-room of the parsonage of Marble Square church, evidently awaiting some guests. Ralph Morton was nodding approv al of some little detail of the table furnishing, and Barbara was saying: "So lovely to have the old friends with us to-night, isn't it, Ralph?" "Indeed it is. Although I could be satisfied with present company," tile minister answered, gallantly. He was still the lover as well as husband. "That's selfish." Barbara smiled as she came around to his side of the table and stood there with his arm about her, the love light in her eyes as strong as ever. "I have never quite got over that Interruption of Mrs. Ward's the night I courted you in your kitchen," he said, laughing. "You have had five years to make it up, sir," Barbara replied, answer ing his laugh with a caress, and as the bell rang she ran to the door to meet her guests. "We've all come along together, you see," Mr. Ward said, in his clrcery fashion, as he entered with Mrs. Ward and Mr. and Mrs. Vane and Mrs. Dillingham. "We have been over to the training school and looked at the new addition. It's a great help." The minister and his wife greeted them eagerly; and when they were •eatcd at the table after grace was -asked the talk naturally turned about the work of the training school and its results. A neat-looking girl with a pleasant, intelligent face came in to serve the first course. "Jennie," Barbara said, with a smile that revealed her winsomeness and proved that the years had added to its power, "these are old friends of mine. You have met Mrs. Ward. This is Mr. Ward, Mrs. Dillingham, Mr. and Mrs. Vane, Jennie Mason." The girl nodded pleasantly in re sponse to the words of greeting given her, and when her work was over she went out. "Is Miss Mason one of your girls?" Mrs. Vane asked, rubbing her nose vig orously, as her wont was when she had some particular problem in mint^ "Yes, she is just out of the school. She is really fitting herself for hos pital service, but wanted to take the course, and is with me this winter." "Are these her muffins?" Mr. Ward inquired, suspiciously. "No, sir," Barbara laughed. "Those sre mine. I made them specially for you in memory of the old times." "Ah, we've never had any like them since you left us for a better place, have we, Martha?" Mr. Ward said, turning to his wife. "No, not even the girls from Bar bara's school can equal her," Mrs. Ward answered, giving Barbara a grateful look. The years had strength -soed their friendship and love. "I don't see that the training school bas solved the hired girl prob, .m in Crawford." Mrs. Vane said, as if vexed st something she had heard. "Al though it is wonderful what has been done in so short a time." "We've had our woes," Barbara an swered, with a sigh. "It takes so long to make people see the Divine side of service. Now, Jennie, as good snd capable a girl as she is, longs to escape from the drudgery, as she calls it, and become something be sides a servant." "As long as humanity is what it is, I imagine that will always keep the problem unsolved. But I am sure the girls who go out of the school are learning the beauty of service more snd more every year." "I can speak for the truth of that," Mrs. iJillingham nodded vigor ously to Barbara across the table. "The girl you sent me last week is a treasure. She is neat, competent and Christian. lam ready to pay her the ttiaximum wages at the start." Mrs. Dillingham referred to a scale of wages agreed upon in Crawford since the training school was started. This scale was a mutual agreement between housekeepers and servants, and was regulated by certain well defined conditions of competency. It provided for a certain increase every month of a small amount, and had proved mutually helpful as far as tried. "At the same time," Mrs. Ward snid, "I don't believe the servant girl prob lem is mostly one of wages or work. I believe it is more r> question or an understanding on the part of those who go out to service of the oppor tunity to serve, and the real joy of being in a place where one is really needed by the homes of the world." "Hear! hear!" cried Mr. Vane, who was a rarely modest man and seldom took any extended part in the talk. "That's what Mrs. Morton nas always preached, if I understand her." "Indeed, jes!' Barbara answered, her eyes flashing with enthusiasm. "All we have done so far in the train ing school has been to make an hon est effort to teach girls to be compe tent in the affairs of the house so far as its management is concerned, and after doing that comes the hard est part of it —to help the girls to see the divine side of service. That is particularly hard to teach, especial ly if, as in the case of several of our best girls, they have suffered injus tice and un-Christian treatment from so-called Christian women. That is still my greatest problem. I think I could soon furnish all the competent help that Crawford needs if house keepers would do their purt to solve the difficulties, just as you helped me," Barbara added, turning to Mrs. Ward and Mrs. Vane. She was going to add a word more to the little "preachment," as Mr. Morton called it, when the company was startled by the appearance of a little figure in white, which had stolen down the stairs and suddenly appeared in the dining-room. "Why don't 1 have any of iliis?" the figure said, reproachfully, and every body laughed while the child ran around to Barbara and put a curly head in her lap. "Now, then, little boys that are put to bed must stay there," Barbara said, smiling at the sweet face that looked uj) at her after the first mo ment. "Can't T stay and have some?" the child asked, pleading a little. "I dreamed you were having some good things without me, and 1 thought you would miss me; and—and —so —I came down." Barbara hesitated and looked over at the father. Ralph's lips trembled suspiciously, but he said, gently, but firmly: "No, Carl, you must go right back to bed. It is too late for little boys to be up. We are very much obliged for your call, but we cannot ask you to stay." "All right," said Carl, sturdily. He raised his face to his mother's and kissed her, and marched sturdily out of the room. At the door he fired a parting shot. "If there's anything left, save Mar tha and me some." He vanished up the stairs amid a general laugh, and Mrs. Ward wiped mm i? "THESE ARE MINE. I MADE THEM ESPECIALLY FOR YOU." her eyes. It was more than laughter that had brought tears to them. "I think you have the most beauti ful children, Barbara. I never saw ajiy that minded like your Carl." "I'm afraid they obey their father better than me," Barbara answered, slowly. "But they are lovely chil dren. Did you ever see anything more funny than the look on his face as he said: 'Why don't I have some of this?' And as for Martha—" Bar bara's eyes dimmed at the vision of that little one upstairs; and when she came back to her conversation Mr. Ward was saying: "That was a trying time, Barbara. I tell you now, that I had no sort of expectation that you could hold your own in Marble Square. The night you were married I knew there were a dozen families fully intending to leave the church and never come back." "And yet they didn't. At least, not more than two or three. How do you account for it?" Mrs. Vane asked the question, and then answered it her self: "Plain enough. They learned to love the minister's wife." "Same's I did," said Ralph, bowing to Barbara. "I knew I was safe all the time." "But there are some people that never called on you yet, my dear?' Mrs. Dillingham asked. "Yea, quite a number," Barbara an swered, quietly. "It does not hurt me. I am very happy." The little company was silent a mo ment. Each was tracing in memory some of the eventful things of the last five years. "It is a great work you and Mr. Morton have done," Mrs. Ward aaid, CAMERON COUNTY PRESS, THURSDAY, DECEMBER 5. 1901. at last. "When you came into my house, Barbara, six years ago, I was a fretful, irritable, cross woman. Your definition of Christian service really saved us our home. What you are doing for other girls in training them to have a Divine thought of service is saving many other homes in Crawford. I know it, because I see the effects on my friends wher ever your girls have gone, lou will never know, Barbara, all the good you have done amongst us." "(iod has been very good to me," said Barbara, softly. "He has been goua to us all," her husband added, gently. After supper Barbara went upstairs to see her mother and say good night to her. Mrs. Clark had for two years been confined to her room through an accident. This was one of the cheerful burdens that Barbara had carried since her home began. She stayed with her mother for some time, and Ralph came up and joined her, with Mrs. Ward, until the invalid ordered them all downstairs again. "The children are company for me," she said, and Barbara's tears fell as she said to Mrs. Ward: "I do believe mother is glad that she is one of the 'shut-ins.' She does enjoy Carl and Martha so! They play to gether all tlie time, and even when they are asleep mother calls them company." She kissed her mother good night and joined the company downstairs. "Gh, did 1 tell you?" she said, as she came down. "Ralph and I invited in a little group of friends among the young people to-night. They'll be here pretty soon." "We hope they're from a class of society that is equal to ours, Bar bara," said Mr. Ward, gravely. "The last time I was here Morton intro duced me to a lot of people who work with their hands in making an hon est living. That isn't the 'best so ciety' you know in Crawford." Barbara looked at him humorously. "Remarks like that do not frighten me any more," she said. "The 'best society' to me is made up of people who have begun to learn the lesson of Divine service for human needs." The young people arrived a little later. They were young men and women whom Ralph and Barbara had met and drawn into the circle of their companionship in service. There were eight or ten girls who were out at service and had been trained in the school as Barbara's own pupils. There were three or four girls from Bondman's, who were trying to live in little apartments, in one or two cases, to Barbara's own knowledge, in terrible danger of losing their vir tue on account of their surroundings. The careless-looking girl was there, the one whom Barbara had actually saved from the pit; and with the litrht of life in her transformed face she was living a tiseful life as man ager of a temperance restaurant in the city. She was engaged to one of the clerks in Bondman's, and they were to be married soon and begin a little business of their own in con nection with the restaurant. As Bar bara watched them talking together with her husband she said to her self: "It is worth all it cost to save her," and only God and Barbara will ever know how much it cost, and they will never tell. Then there were half a dozen young men from various places in the city, all of whom had no homes and had been saved by Morton from an aimless or sinful life. Nearly all of the young people were among the wage-earners. There were light refreshments passed after an evening of animated talk, interspersed with much good music and several games, in which Mr. Morton surprised even Barbara with his good spirit and an ability like genius in setting everybody at ease. About ten o'clock the minister called the guests' attention to the hour, and said, quietly: "We'll have our usual service to close with." Most of them seemed familiar with the custom at the parsonage,, and the company was soon quietly seated in the two large rooms. Ralph turned to Matthew's Gospel and read the passage in which Jesus Christ, the Son of God, defines the term "brotherhood." "While He was yet speaking to the multitudes, be hold, His mother and His brethren stood without, seeking to speak to Him. And one said unto Him, Be hold, Thy mother and Thy brethren stand without, seeking to speak to Thee. But lie answered and said unto him that told him, Who is my mother? and who are my brethren? And He stretched forth His hand to wards His disciples, and said, Be hold my mother and my brethren! For whosoever shall do the will of my Father which is in Heaven, he is my brother and sister and mother." He commented on it briefly, and then read the other passage which con tains the matchless statement of service as given by Jesus again: "For the Son of man came not to be min istered unto but to minister and to give His life a ransom for many." "The world will solve all hard ques tions if it only brings enough love to bear upon them," he said, looking out earnestly at the silent, eager young life in the circle. "Love can do all things. If only we learn that service is Divine, we can learn how to make a better world and redeem our brothers and sisters." He offered a brief prayer that the Father would bless all the lives pres ent and all dear to them, and give them strength for another day's work after a night's peaceful rest; and after the prayer the guests quiet ly went away after a strong hand shake and hearty "God bless you" from the young preacher and his wife. Ah, Ralph and Barbara, only the judgment will reveal the number of jewels in your crown. For you have saved souls from death here and despair hereafter. When Mrs. Dillingham went out, as she walked along with Mrs. Vane and the Wards, for they lived only a ! short distance from the parsonage, | she said: "Well, there was a time when no one could have made me believe in the sort of evening I have 1 spent to-night. I rubbed my eyes several times, thinking maybe I was resurrected, living in another world." "I don't think the millennium has I come quite yet," said Mr. Ward, "not j even in Crawford. And yet Barbara and Morton seem to have made a lit j tie one of their own around them." "Perhaps that's the way the big | one is going to begin," suggested ! Mrs. Vane, wisely. When all the people had gone j Ralph Morton and Barbara reviewed j the evening. i "They had a good time, Tam sure, i It's worth while, isn't it, dear?" j "Yes, even if I haven't solved the servant girl problem like a mathe matical thing with an exact answer," ' Barbara said, smiling, j "Human probletns are not solved ! that way, Barbara. I always feel ; suspicious of an economic formula j that claims to bring in the millen nium like an express train running on a schedule time. But this muc;h we do know from our own experi | ence: Love is the great solution, the final solution, of all earth's troubles. I We know it is, because God is love. And service between man and man will be what it ought to be when love | between man and man is what it ought to be, and not until then." "I am glad," said Barbara, "that we i have learned that. I am glad that I we wero born to serve." ' "Amen," said Morton, gently. "Thanks be to God for the Servant of the human race." | So hand in hand these two, through their church and home, are minister ing to-day to the needy of the broth erhood. Hand in hand they look with I the hope of God for the dawn of a better day and the victory which al i ways crowns the greatest of all hu ! man forces, the love of man for man. [THE END ] CHILD MELTED HIS HEART. What tlie Pinched Fa«*e Did for the Hard Mnu of the World. He was comfortable and full-fed, having just done ample justice to a sumptuous meal. As he stood in the door of the cafe a ragged, unkempt individual approached him and asked for money that he might eat. The man looked at him coldly and shook his head. "Pass-on," he said, roughly, says the Denver Times. As the tramp disappeared around the corner the hard lines around the man's mouth grew harder and his eyes colder. He was thinking of how he had to work for his money. Why couldn't this able-bodied tramp do the same? Then a piping treble broke in on his thoughts. The man looked down and beheld a diminutive person— a litle girl with a half-dozen papers under her arm and the saddest and most pitifully hungcr-pinclied face in the world. "Buy a paper, mister?" she asked. The man cleared his throat. "Why. yes, certainly; here." He handed her a silver dollar. "I hain't got the change," the little woman said, hesitatingly. "Don't want it; keep it." The man looked down the street and wondered why his heart had suddenly grown so warm. The child was silent, awed with the vast wealth that had just been thrust upon her. The man reached down and patted her head. "You're a mighty small affair to be out on the street," he said, almost ten derly. She did not reply. Her mind was still dazzled with her newly-acquired wealth. Finally she found her voice. "Good-iby, mister," she said, backing away. "Good-by, little girl," and the man coughed suspiciously. "Gad!" he said, half aloud. "I'm glad and thankful my babies are in out of the cold. Poor lit tle thing. I wonder if she has any place togo?" Then he walked down the street, feeling strangely at peace with himseli and' the world. Why They Were Selected. Tt has been recorded that Gfcn. Henry Knox, in 1783, was the "great est" of 11 distinguished officers of the army, weighing 280 pounds. Noah Brooks, in his book entitled "Henry Knox," gives the following incident relatiing to the general's full habit: "With a Capt. Sargent, he was selected to present the hard case of the starv ing and naked men at Valley Forge to the attention of a committee of congress. One of the congressmen, wishing to show his wit and sa.rcasm, said that he had never seen a fatter man than Gen. Knox, nor a better dressed man than his associate. Knox managed to keep his temper and re mained silent, but his subordinate re torted: 'The corps, out of respect to congress, and themselves, have sent as their representatives the only man who had an ounce of superfluous flesh on his body and the only other who possessed a complete suit of clothes.' " —Youth's Companion. l'ut and Diddy, Pat was a bashful lover and Biddy was coy—but not too coy. "Biddy," Pat began, timidly, "did yeer iver **ink av marryin'?" "Sure, now, th' subject has niver in tered me thoughts," demurely replied Biddy. "It's sorry Oi am," said Pat, turn ing away. "Wan minute, Pat!" called Biddy, softly. "Ye've set me a-thiukin'."— Harper's Bazar. Money and the Mare. Money indeed makes the mare go; but whether this indicates pecuniary power or feminine weakness, merely, does not definitely appear.—Detroit Journal, PUZZLE PICTURE. "HAVE Yor A MATCH, YOI \G MAXF WHERE IS THE VOlMi MAX t A STUDY IN CASTE. One of the Peripatetic Gentry Who \VJI» Particular About II IM (InMMlficiition. Human nature is so happily con stituted that as long 1 as the humble man has an humbler man to look down upon lie can still maintain a deg-ree of dig-nity and self-respect, says the Detroit Free I'ress. To the back door of a city resi dence the other day came an old man tramp. He was grimy and tattered, weary and wretched in appearance; but asked no money—merely some- j thing to eat. A e\\jf of hot coffee was ' added to the bread and meat be- I stowed upon the poor fellow, and as he munched and sipped contentedly, albeit ravenously, on the doorstep, the lady of the house chatted with him. He said that lie was from old England—that he was once a travel ing tinker and made good wages every day, but that he had grown old, work made him very tired, so he had concluded to beg his bread. "Couldn't you find occupation of some kind, somewhere?" asked the j sympathetic lady. "It would surely | I The Duties of the Rich I i - 1 By HON. ABRAM S. HEWITT, % 'yj Ex-Mayor of New York. # I The rich owe certain duties to the poor. If they fail to perform them the future of America must be viewed ■■PBHHP One of these duties is to improve the ' environment of the poor who are congested Hv - Hill ' n tenement districts of the big cities. Con ditions in those localities are such now that jfejllflilpf JjgP ' s almost impossible for the people to lead decent lives. If the rich were alive to * l ' ie ' r duty such a thing would be impossible. cd States" is a phrase heard around the j** ' w °rld. The country is rolling in wealth. UNLESS THE POORER CLASSES HfrMPrri l «i ■!■■.■■■■ g HARE 1N AND PROFIT DIRECTLY Hon. Abrams. Hewitt. By THIS GREAT ACCUMULATION OF WEALTH, IN IMPROVED CONDITIONS OF LIFE AND HOME OUR ADVANCEMENT IS TO BE REGRETTED RATHER THAN ADMIRED. Our very progress has produced to a great extent the conditions of which I complain. But remember this: IT IS NOT TO BE DE FENDED THAT THE PRODUCTION OF WEALTH SHALL GO ON AT THE EXPENSE OF HUMANITY, AND IT IS NOT TO BE TOLERATED THAT ONE CLASS SHALL GROW RICHER AND ANOTHER CLASS MORE WRETCHED. At the close of my life I feel I am justified in saying that unless the means which the rich have acquired arc used for the general good of society, as a trust fund which they should have only the right to administer, the lives of such rich men are a failure. I am glad to say that this view of wealth is becoming very preva lent. We have men of great wealth to-day who are busy distributing it in their own life-time. I am the reverse of an agrarian or an anarchist or a socialist. But I believe that the individual has rights and privileges that the community should protect. The family is the foundation of social progress and society should take care that everyone as far as pos sible shall have a fair chance. For the past 20 years, notwithstanding schools and churches and benevolent societies, the chances for tiie children of the poor born in New York have not been improved. I speak from observation here. I suppose the same holds good in other great cities. To con vince you all you have to do is tc go over to the East side of New York and see the streets crowded with specks of humanity surrounded with influences that are simply dreadful. They have not been fairly dealt with, these little children. Here is a chance for the rich. Suitable provisions, too, should be made for worthy old people who have no means at the end of their career for their support. There is the poor house. Yes. But the poor house is not the proper home for respectable old people. The rich who are looking for something to give money to cannot do better than to devote it to this purpose. In this country the making of money should not be regarded as the onlv object. TIIE MAKING OF CHARACTER IS ALL IM PORTANT. be less tiresome than walking as much as you do, to beg'." "Oh, no, lady," replied the old tramp. "An' I hain't a low-down beg gar; I hain't the lowest o' the low, lady. Na, na; there's a class twixt me an' tli' gypsies." I'orcelain Toner for Paris. Paris is to have a porcelain tower which will rival in size and beauty any similar structure in China. It is to be over 130 feet high, covered with porce lain decorations made for the purpose I at the government factory of Serves, j and will be erected in the Park of St. Cloud, on the site of the old tower i known as "Diogenes' Lantern."—X. Y. I Post. One PONNIIIIC 1 MC. "Do yon think, professor," said a musically-ambitious youth, "that I can ever do anything with my voice?" "Well," was the cautious reply, "it may come in handy to halloa with in case of fire."—London Tit-Bits. Do lii Now York. Philadelphia has quite a coloi.*v of 1 business men who, while maintaining | families in the Quaker city, do business j in New York.—Boston Herald.
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