Pittsburg dispatch. (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, December 29, 1889, THIRD PART, Page 18, Image 18

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the street Lloyd Dickson and X"
"Lloyd Dickson!" Mayne ejaculated.
r, "Do you remember what I told yon of hii
perplexity over hit booki?" Morris vent on.
f'How he nraved for helrt. and rot it. too?
iXhe pooi'lellow is very ill in a hospital. Brain
fever, I'm told. He is getting better, but
theie 'was a spell, for several days, when he
Srat totally deranged. He doesn't remem
ber a thing."
i"Doesa't know what he did?"
TT Vaen't irltmmw f Tftl 1 vf 1 a. .rv
' 'he says, of anything from the time he left
-une Dane unui ne came to uis senses in a
: The two men accomplished their mission
several days later and, as a reward, they got
eave to return to -Tew iorK leisnrely by
steamer. During the voyage .uayne s plans
iiwere forming and ripening.!
; "Well, 1 may yet dc ncn," He mused, "l
lhave finally got a fresh start for my goal."
Often, while leaning over the deck rail-
Biingand gazing at the Inrrowed waters, the
ft strangeness of his ad venture would recur to
gibim. Often as he had tried to gain fortune
ceeded. Now. despite his past uuri?ht and
courageous life, he was retnrningbome with
iresn capital, out meiamorpnosea into h
thief, "flow is it that I have no remorse ?"
thought he. Then fragments of his early
studies recurred to his mind, and among
them a sentence irom Bibot: If we per
sist in regarding the conscience as a cause,
then everything is inexplicable; but if we
retard it merely as an accompaniment of the
nervous processes, then everything becomes
"No. I am not a thief," continued bis
thoughts, "or there was no premeditation.
tion. and I was irresponsible. Bnt my un
fortunate weakness has led me to no actual
'-wrontr. fori am withholding this money
from no lawful inheritor. It is onlybor-i
Crowed from nobody, and some time in the
HUture it will oe easy lor xne vo give utm w
some philanthropic object.
Thus, although he felt remorse, he soon
Eftpersuaded himself that he ought to sufier
pone, xie nan reacneu ituai acienusu term
'"psychic paralysis," or moral powerlessness,
iwbere""without will, which is the cause,
there can be no conscience, which is the
ITo matter how. by sophistry, he might
piquell his conscience in the matter of taking
iiln. jJlaceiy s money, ne iouna at once
(that he had to become a liar concerning it
To account for the possession of money he
ihad to pretend that he had madeasuccessfnl
venture in stocks. That he did within a
f. vek after his arrival in New Tork. He
EUd-not modify his simple mode of life, and
nroceeded with his previous modest existence.
.Every day he was the first to arrive at the
4 IimVm'i nffiit. nni) TrnrVi.il nscMnnntlv until
JS nVlno.t in the afternoon, .His colleagues
L,liked him for his inexhaustible good hnmor,
-CIS devotion to Business, ana ior we aaiiy
courtesies which he rendered to everyone.
-All sorts of dreams peopled his excited
Ibraio. In life he henceforth saw nothing
ibnt money. He had so execrated
fcjhis failures that he had come
OHl OI IDe Eirugie brauaiuxuieu. .liow lie
11 complete faith in his star, and nothing
should hinder his success. Scruples, honor.
'conscience all lay buried in the cemetery
where Mrs. Blakely lay sleeping her last
sleep. With his sure exemption from ex-
posure the man's psychic paralysis was aug
mented. He continued to feel neither re
morse nor penitence, bnt hastened eagerly
toward the future without seeing the specter
of his victim gazing threateningly at him
from thepast. S
i The year steadily and rapidly gave
growth to the stolen capital of AbelJIavne.
Every venture increased the money risked.
At the end of six months he eave up his
place in the broker's office, and avowedly
embarked into speculative operations on his
own account, and when another winter came
arouna ne was .Known si an exceptionally
prosperous "Wall street man,
One evening there was a charity concert
5n one of Sew York's large halls, and the
occasion was marked by the debut of a
Voung girl as a singer. She was Alice
ilavne. daughter of Abel Havne. She
was his only child, and had been motherless
since xniaucy. ah ws uuiuparauve poverty
be had cherished ner tenderly and in
is sudden affluence he had re
solved to crown her musical education
which had been arduously acquired with
honors of public praise. Although she was
only IS years old, and was still a pupil, her
.voice had been pronounced fine enougn for
a test of a concert trial as an amateur vol
unteer. This, venture was successful, from
the moment' of her appearance, Alice's
beauty prod vd its usual effect, and her
first sone commanded an admiration which
ja'seeond increased. Tbe elated father was
ion his way to the retiring room when he
Suet William Morris.
g "Well, you're perfectly happy, I fancy?"
said the friend.
I "Yes, very happv." was the reply. "Will
Ton come with me?"
a "I should think sol I want to tell your
daughter all that I have heard said about
her." ' '
J'They found Alice surrounded by the in-
fvitAhlp irorshinftrs nf mpfN. Radiant
(with happiness, she threw herself into her
atner s arms.
!Xou are satisfied with me?" she asked.
!More than satisfied I am proud of
fiTust here a knock was heard at the door.
I'MIav I come in?" asked a pirlish voice
fimusical nuritv and sweetness.
IJAlice uttered a cry pf joy, and advanced
with outstretched arms toward the new
comer. rYou, my dear Florence?" she said. "Of
course yon may." Then she made a formal
presentation: "My dear, this is my father.
Papa, I want you to love my schoolmate,
Miss Florence Blakely."
KVBlakely," Mayhe exclaimed. "Did you
gv Blakely?"
ff'Yes," Alice laughed. "la the name so
wenld reeeniM
'But there i't '.!riiWt"'ekw"to W
Abel Mayne stood pale aad agitated.
"Cosae, papa," Alice went on; "we
mustn't star aside from our friends."
So they joined the merry-group, in which
even the black-garbed Florence was happy
in the success of her dearest friend. Even
the thoughtful William Morris was jolly in
his congratulations to his friend's daughter.
The card of one more well-wisher was
brought in and handed to Mayne. He read
the name. It was that of Lloyd Dickson.
Mayne shook as he saw it. But he had no
apprehension for himself, and he could
hardly refuse admission to a worthy ac
quaintance. A minute later tbe two vic
tims of his theft were bowing to each other
in an introduction Dickson, upon whom
lay tbe false charge of robbery, although
there was as yet nobody ready to formulate
it, and Miss Blakely, impoverished, if not
bereaved by reason of the securely-hidden
criminal's act. v
That night Morris rode away from the
hsll in the same carriage that conveyed the
Maynes. Wall "street men never intermit
their Wall street talk for long, and the
financial topic of the day a misappropria
tion oi a trust tuna was introduced.
"It 'has got to be popular to take the
funds of others and speculate with them."
Morris remarked. "Almost every man in
the course of his life has the property of
others put in his care. He has administered
perhaps for a dead friend. Now, when that
man takes that money and goes to specu
lating with it for his own purposes, he is
guilty of theit, falsehood and perjnry, and
in me most intense sense ot the word is a
miscreant There are families to-day-widows
and orphans with nothing between
them and starvation but a. sewing machine,
or kept out of .he-vortex by the thread of a
needle red with the blood of their hearts,
who were by father or husband left a com
petency." "Or by a mother," Mayne added, scarce
ly above a whisper.
"Andwhat must be the conscience of such
a criminal? I remember some odd theory
of yours, Mayne, that 'where there'is no
will which is the cause, there can be no con
science, which is the effect.' I don't agree
with that. A hiehwavman once pluneed
out upon "Whitefield, the preacher, as he
rode along on horseback, a sack of money on
the horse money that he had collected for
orphan asylums and tbe highwayman put
his hand on tbe gold, and Whitefield turned
to him and said: 'Touch that if you dare
that belongs to the Lord Jesns Christ!' And
the ruffian slnnk into the forest. Conscience!
Conscience! The ruffian had a pistol, bnt
w mteneia snooc at mm tbe linger of doom.
The orphans' money was saved. Do not
think you can hide any great and protracted
sin in your heart In. an unguarded mo
ment it will slip off the lip, or some slight
action may for the moment set ajar this door
that you wanted to keep closed. Bnt sup
pose that in this life you bide it, and you
get along with this tramgression burning on
your bean, as a ship on hre within for days
hinders the flames from bursting out by
keeping down 'the hatches, yet at last, in
the judgment, that iniqnity will blaze out
before God and the universe."
The carriage stopped at Morris' residence,
and he alighted, bidding xthe father and
daughter good night, and never dreaming
of the pertinency ot what he had said.
"Alice," said Mayne, "I will see to it
that youryoung friend, Miss Blakely.-does
not lack a good support I will make good
the loss which she sustained through that
Pie bowed in silence to the girl. She was
ender, pale creature, of about his daneh
s age. Could she be a relative of that
Mxs.'Blakely who had died on the train,
luTd whose money he had stolen. He saw, or
lid he fancy it, a resemblance in her face,
ger costume, too, was one of deep mourn
oe. as of a daughter erievinc for her moth-
ir! death. There soon came a chance for
lira to ask his daughter about her lriend.
f""I"lorence is the dearest girl alive," was
he enthusiastic reply, "and I pity her so.
Sh'e lost .her mother less than a year ago."
fnffow? Where?
fe'iMfs. .Blakely died whileon her way to
norida, where she was going in search of
fealth. Poor Florence was crushed by
jrief. for she loved ber mother dearly."
giiBut I thought Mrs. Blakeley had no
flrSou knew her?"
jfbe man trembled, bnt instantly compre
lended that he was in no danger. He re-iliedr-1he
Mrs. Blakely whomUknew
3 a:little business at onr office, and I re
all somebody's remark that she was with
ut an heir."
tjAnd so she was, us it turned out, for
here was nothing to inherit Mrs. Blake
ywas robbed fnst before her death, and
Uorence was left penniless. The real estate
jhTch her;mother le(t proves to have been
iortgaged'to its fnll value."
g "'About the robbery? How did ithap
?' tSiMra. Ulakely's maid, a girl named
tancyvgives tbe only account that can be
Something of the history and character
of Florence Blakely should be given in or
der to explain the motive.amounting almost
to a mania, which controlled her mind. As
a child she grew up passionately fond'of
her widowed mother, whose ill health,
however, prevented them from living much
together. The mother was unable to assume
the daughter's care, and, desiring that she
should be well educated, sent her to a fa
mous female college. It was this separation
that had given rise to the belief that Mrs.
Blakely had no family. Years passed by,
and Florence grew in intelligence and
grace. She worked assiduously at school.
thinking that tbe sooner she had finished
her stndies (he sooner she would be with
her mother. That was the time for which
she waited longingly and impatiently. When
she heard of the tragic death of her mother,
Florence nearly went mad. When she be
came convalescent after two weeks of de
lirium, a strange transformation had taken
place in her. Her childish lightheaded
ness had disappeared, and her mind seemed
suddenly matured. She wished only to see
the maid who had accompanied her mother
on the fatal journey. From Nancy she
learned all that the servant knew of the sad
event When Florence revealed her whole
thought, Nancy was stupefied. The child
of 15 wished to avenge her murdered mother
by devoting her life to the quest ot the
robber, whom she construed to be virtually
her murderer, because his deed. had hast
ened death. Her efforts to find the man
were feeble and unavailing. The authorities
did all that could be done, bnt they got no
idea of Lloyd Dickson's connection with
the case, nor of the part that Abel Mayne
had played in it Dickson himself retained
no glimmering memory of his insane trip.
The physician who recovered him, being
humanely instructed by the bank president
not to divulge to anybody the particulars of
the trusted employe's temporary insanity,
and failing to read the brief items in the
New York papers about the death oi the
lady in a car at Philadelphia, did not con
nect the two matters at all.
Thns we are brought to the time when
.Florence met Abel JIayne at the concert
Mayne kept his promise that the orphan
shonld oot suffer from impoverishment He
insisted that she shonld return to school
with Alice for a completion of their educa
tion together, he paying the expenses; and
the orphan, influenced thereto by her fond
chum, consented. Tbns three years more
passed, and in 1884 Florence and Alice
were graduated. Then Mayne projected a
European tour for them, so leisnrely that it
would involve a year's study of music by
Alice in Paris. A trustworthy agent ac
companied them, and they were to have
every care and comfort that money could
"Xou are using your wealth wisely," said
William Morris to Mayne, who winced
under the undeserved praise! "You know
that he who uses monev or thinks ot money
as anything bnt a means to good ends will
find ont his mistake when the glittering
ucHuira iip uub oi nis nerveless grasp
and he goes out of this world without a
shilling of money or a certificate or stock.
He might better have been the Christian
porter that opened bis gate or the begrimed
workman that heaved the coal into his
cellar. Bonds and morte-aires and !
have their use, but they make a poor yardV
EucK-wuu wnicn to measure lite. They
that boast themselves in their wealth and
trust on the mnltitude ot their riches, none
of them can, by any means, redeem his
brother, nor give to God a ransom for him
that he should not see corruption."
But it was notalone by giving to Florence
far more than a fair income, from the $5 000
that he had kept from her that the unins
pected thief placated his conscience. He
put Lloyd Dickson into a way of prosperity,
and the young man In a few years became
one of the envied bankers in Wall street
xime passea, and the summer of 1888
kwmubhb, swwwrai saaura wac less
akrsaed tfaaa mrpnsed. He wasln love with
this glrL Wfcy shomld she net love him in
retnrn? He had conquered fortune and ho
could certainly conquer her. His evenings
dngged slowly by in any other place than
the Mayne cottage. Alice Mayne was hot
long in perceiving how the land lav with
the young man. But how should she find
ont Florence's sentiments in regard to him?
bbould she asc her mend? Intimate' as
they were, she had observed certain Incom
prehensible traits in the orphan's character.
Whenever the girl spoke of marriage, she
would -say: "Oh, yes, I shall marry some
day, hut not yet not yet" What could
she be waiting for? Once, however, she was
so communicative that Alice divined a part
of her secret They hadeturned from an
entertainment late.
"I am almost starved." said Alice,
laughing, and she served the hot tea in the
enps of old Sevres, which a maid had
brought "Home is the happiest place for
me, sne continued, -wiinnryiovingiainer.
Yet, I Bnppose you and I will' both be going
to other homes as wives one of these
Florence sighed. "Yes," she murmured,
"to love and to be loved makes the whole of
life, All other joys are idle in compari
son." '
"Since you think so, why don't you act
upon the opinion? Pretty and bright as yon
are, you would fine it easy to choose a hus
band. Any man would be proud? to be
loved by you."
Florence made an abrupt movement, and
all at once covered her face with her
"My dear child, what have I done? You
are crying," said Alice.
"It is nothing; it is very silly of me not
to control myself better. . Yon must forgive
"Forgive you. my poor child! It is I who
am to blame. My careless words must have
touched upon some unhappy chord."
"Well, yes, I admit it You have spoken
to me severaltimes about marryinz, and
vou do not know, you cannot know" w
She stopped for a moment, then continued:
in a fainter voice: "I shall never he able to
marry. Don t try to understand me. It is
a sacred duty. If I loved a man I would
flee to the ends of tbe earth to escape from
that love. If I were cowardly enough to
yield to my poor heart I should hate the
man who made me so weak. And yet"
Here she flropped her head in Alice's lap
and sobbed like a little child. Alice tried
to calm her, and sought, meanwhile, for the
cause of this inexplicable erief. Undoubt
edly the girl fancied that she had some duty
to perform, which would hinder her from
marriage. She wished.to remain independ
ent and free in her actions; but why should
she regret so bitterly her inability to dis
pose of herself, unless she already loved
some one? This some one was Lloyd Dick
son. Not a word nor an allusion betrayed
her secret inclination, but Alice felt no
doubt on the subject
"You have always hnd confidence in me,
my dear," said Alice, "and you may trust
me to the end. I do not wish to learn your
secret I do not desire even to know the
nature of the duties to which you sacrifice
your youth. But can I do nothing for
"Nothing, unhappily. Still, I wish you
would make me a vromise."
"Willingly, "What is it?"
'That no one shall hear a word of these
half-confidences that yon have received."
"I promise."
"No one not even your father or" Flor
ence stopped, blushing deeply.
"Neither my father nor Lloyd."
Tbe girl turned away her face. Her
friend had understood. Tbe conversation
took a new course, and gradually Florence's
sadness disappeared.
Every day Lloyd passed hours in the cot
tage. Wall street no longer existed for him.
Every day he arrived with the determina
tion to take tbe young girl's hand and say,
"Iloveyou; will you be my wife?" But
he remained silent, through an insurmount
able timidity. He could see that Florence
liked him that she was glad to see him; but
at times she became cold and silent, as if to
create a gulf between them. Alice had re
spected her friend's secret and kept silence,
so that Lloyd could not know of the girl's
secret motive. "Strange girl," he often
thought "The worst coquette could not act
otherwise, and vet there is nothinst of the
coquette about her. She has seen that I
love her, and she seems to betrin to hate me
in her fear that I may tell her of that love.
One day he found Florence reading, and
her face lighted up with pleasure at the
sight of her visitor.
"It is very good of you to come so soon,"
she said.
"Then I don't tax your forbearance too
'says to tfcWHjf mm ef h lie' appiwW
v b, job Miy gee i,wu a year? w y,
that wouldn't keep me ia pin-money. I
spend 15,000 a year. 'Where do y6u get it?'
asks tbe plain young man. 'Oh, stocks,
enterprises, all that sort of thing, you
know.' The plain young man has hardly
enough money to pay his Board, has to wear
clothes after they are out of fashion, and
deny himself all luxuries. After awhile
he gets tired of his plodding, ind he goes to
the man wb6 has achieved suddenly large
estate, and he says: 'Just show me how itfii
done.' And he is shown. He soon learns
how, and although he is almost all" the
time idle now, and has resigned his position
in the bank, he has more money than he ever
had, trades off his old silver watch for & gold
one with flashing chain, sets his hat a little
further over on the side of his head than he
ever did, smokes better cigars and more of
mem. jie has his band in. Now, if he
can escape the penitentiary for three or four
years he will get into political circles, and
he will get political iobs. and will have
something to do with harbors and pave
ments and docks. Now he has cot so far
along he is safe for perdition. It is quite a
long road sometimes for a man to -travel be
fore he gets into the romance of crime.
Those are caught who are onlv in the pro
saic stage of it If the sheriffs and con
stables would only leave them alone a little
while they would steal as well as anybody.
They might not be able to steal a whole rail
road, but they could master a load of pig
iron." "A good sermon, Morris," said Lloyd,
"bnt you needn't preach It at me."
"0,1 didn't mean to. Your success is
honest, my boy, and I don't think it will
lead you to misery."
JNor to happiness, neither so it seems."
The two older men gaxed at Lloyd in sur
prise, for the bitter tone and complaining
words were unusal in him. He went blunt
ly on: "I'm getting rich, and I'm honor
able, but the girl who loves me won't marry
"Who is she?" Mayne asked.
"Florence Blakely.".
"And why?"
"Because she will marry nobody until she
has discovered and punished her mauler's
woman' who wm Krtkf aaxiowly '. ' .
"Oh,'a', I so MigUl to sm jW
Theyueniered a eonpe. and were driven
rapidly ;off to the borne t the Maynes. On
the way Florence wm not loquacious.
"Have you nothing more to tell m,
ma'am?" the former servant asked. "Ah,
you bitish! Now I see. A pretty young
lady like you"
Florence interrupted her: '1 always
trust you. Yes, someone loves me. I love
him. But I sent him away. How could I
drag him into my revenge? But how I
have done it I am to marry him two days
from now, and he is to h"elp me in my
search. That is why we have sent for you."
So Nancy knew that a rehearsal of the
case was pending, and, by the time she was
in Abel Mayne's library, she had revived
S'X ",c ""' ".' " " l jonna tne maynes domiciled In a cottaee at
-- ' ."uiik omuKu, wiw ji lorence a member
laTd rawing room car. A young stranger.
itrffded as she was counting $5,000. He
pb'ed ier. Just hpw he did it nobody
nows. iNancy'a memory is not clear, for
ienly'beard a part of what Mrs. Blakely
fldfa stranger about the fellow's coming
jtojtheroom, and tbe feeble, frightened
Hyt was probably incoherent The only
jrtatnty is that she was robbed, and that
w'excitement'hastened her death."
tMayiie'sTiext question was hesitant and
Shnlons. hut his daughter did not suspect
Mnature of , his emotion: "Doesn't Nancy
teem ber theman to whom Mrs. Blakely
Utedjheifad ven ture?"
'Shercannotrecall his face at all," was
teplxSjShe remembers the robber, for
badsigbt of him . in the railroad sta-
Philadelphia, and she thinks she
""""", nuu j:iuicucc a memoer ot
me nonsenoia. ana Xilovd Sictxnn nr,A
"William Morris were familiar and welcome
Two days after his new meeting with Flor
ence at Long Branch he was her admirer
Nowhere in his past life could he discover
anything resembling love. A few passing
fancies had marked his earlv life, bnt noth
ing aerions, and since then h'e had been im
mersed in the cares of business. Outside of
his liking for her, she interested him
strangely. Many things were inexplicable
or unexplained in the orphan' disposition.
She seemed to be keeping to herself some
painful secret, and often a "vague allusion
wonld suffice to throw a sudden shade of
melancholy over the exquisite face. Lloyd
noticed all this, and the girl, at once so sim
ple and so enigmatical; attracted aad ?nc-
"You want a compliment? "Well, sir, you
shall not have it. But I must thank you
for my lovely flowers. They came this morn
ing. "See how fresh and fragrant thev are?"
Flowers were the only presents which he
was at liberty to offer, but these arrived at
the cottage several times a week;
"If you knew how much pleasure you
give me by spoiling me in this way," she
went'on. "It is so nice to find friends when
one is all alone in the world."
''Alone in the world. Oh, Florence! Are
you then blind, to speak lite that?"
i lorence turned paleKand ber eyelids fell
as she murmured, "Don't, please don't!"
Bnt Lloyd continued, "No, let me speak. I
am 30 years old, Florence. Until nowlhave
never loved a woman. Life has been very
hard for me. But when I met you you will
be my wile?"
Florence uttered a cry of pain, as if sud
denly aronsed from a happy dream. She
started up, ran to the other side of the room,
where, tottering and almost fainting, she
leaned against the open piano. At last she
said hoarsely, "Your wife! I can never be
your wife."
Lloyd thought that he must be dreaming.
"You reject me you refuse me?" he fal
tered. She made a great effort, but her voice was
scarcely audible as she replied, ?'Yes." .
iiioya ma his lace in his hands. He
wished to regain his self-control, -
"Is it you who say this, Florence you,
or the other? There are two women in you
one whose eves say, 'I love you,' and
another who tefls me, 'You shall never be
my husband.' I cannot understand."
Facing him resolutely, she said: "Until
I am no longer- that other woman I will
marry no one. I have a work to do, and it
will probably never be done, but I will not
marry until I have accomplished it lb, is
to find and pnnish tbe murderer of my
mother; I am revengeful. That is wicked?
True. Bnt the idea has become a mono
mania? May be that is so. Bntl cannot
rid myself of it I will not try to. I am
vowed to my task."
Lloyd said no more, but left the 'room.
As he disappeared Florence made a move
ment to stop bim, and then ai the end of her
lorces, leu to the floor. It seemed as if all
her happiness bad fled through the half-open
door. "Oh mnthiiF mAth.!.' m7a1 u.
The sextons of the Tillage churches are
about to put; their hands on the rope of the
bells. All around the world the air will vi
brate with sweetest tintinnabulation punctu
ated with tbe roar of Cathedral tower, the
jingle of the lightermetal submerged by the .1
overmastering boom. Tbe Christmas of
1888 is close by. Lloyd Dickson sits alone
in his Wall street office. The chime of
Trinity Church Jets him know that he has
prolonged his business hours until midnight
in order to enable himself to go away on' the
morrow for a holiday vacation. Since that
summer day at Long Branch he has not seen
Florence Blakely. His only solace has
'been work, which shonld exclude from his
mind all nnhappy memories.
As the chime rang he began to look over
the last of his mail. He carefully sorted
out the various letters which related to his
private matters, leaving the rest over for his
clercs. in tbe midst of tbe operation his
heart leaped at the sight of one envelope be
fore him. Florence's writing! He opened
it, and found only four lines, a little trem
ulous but very eloquent The writer wished
him to come to her in the afternoon of
What could she wish to sav to him? Her
intention must certainly have been altered,
and this unhoped for summons could have'
but one motive.
At 2 o'clock next day Lloyd reached the
residence ot the Maynes in frreat agitation
and anxiety, feeling that this crisis would
decide his fate. Florence was very pale.
"I was afraid that you would not come,"
she murmured.
"Did yon not know me better?" was the
reproachful answer. "Could you doubt
that I would come at your first summons?"
Florence was grave and anxious. "Sit
down here, and promise to pardon me for
the pain I was wrong in the answer I gave
you. I must tell you so, frankly."
She paused and looked up at him with
clear eyes that showed her complete sin
"You told me that you loved me. Well,
I love you, too "
"Please hear me to the end. Before giv
ing any answer you must know my whole
story. When at last I felt tbe invisible tie
that bound ns to each other, I tried to strug
gle against what seemed an impossible hap-
piucw. -l iisu ueea very weac, a sacred
duty seemed to separate me from 'you.
Listen, I believed that I belonged to the
dead. My mother met with a most terrible
death, as you know. Her murderer was
not discovered, and I took a vow never to
marry until I had secured his pnnisnment
A feeble creature like myself could do noth
ing, une hall-romantic whim of a young
girl, you will think; bnt when I made the
vow my heart was free. Later, I came to
love you, and I tried to repulse you; but it
seemed as if all my life went with you."
Her blnshes showed that her frankness
had cost a resolute effort
"This is my Christmas of all Christ
mases," Lloyd exolaimed. "You are a
noble girl, Florence, and I will try to re
ward your love. The man who robbed your
mother, and who hastened her death, shall
be detected, if that be possible. I will de
vote myself to the task, next to my devo
tion to you."
Then he pleaded for an immediate mar
riage. Florence's wish was that the wed
ding should be as quiet as possible. She
disused ppoucttv.
"ffhw Tint- wsi"l
her memory fully. They found Mayne there,
and he listened quietly to the woman's repe
tition of her account She had not Pro
ceeded far before Lloyd Dickson entered by
a door behind her.
"All that I saw of the robber," she went
on, "was when he was ont on the platform.
It was night, and tbe cars were ready to go
along. He was hiding in the shadow of a
post when poor Mrs. Blakely caught sight
of him. Just then a man laid his hand on
the scoundrel, but we didn't see any more."
Lloyd Dickson was gazing with dilated
eyes, as thongh the woman's words had re
called a scene to his memory; and so they
hid, for to his recollection came clearly the
occurrence in which he had participated.
No dimmer of the period of his aberration
had ever before flashed upon him, and his
kindly employers had, on his recovery, re
frained from talking at all abont his illness.
"Describe the man,1' Florence said.
"I can't," she answered. "You know
that I've never been table to he looked so
wild and scared. But if ever I should, lay
eyes on him " She turned and saw
Lloyd. "Ah! there he is! There he is!"
A silence of a full minute was broken by
the accused man.
"She tells the truth," he hoarsely said.
"I remember it now. It was I who entered
your mother's apartment, Florence. I fan
cied I was a fugitive. It comes back to me
suddenly and clearly. I helped her to put
her money into the bag, pnd ."
"Then you robbed her?" Florence cried.
He stood dazed and uncertain.
"No; he did not," AbelMayne interposed.
"I was the robberl"
Then the real criminal made a fnll confession.
Abel Mayne had at last learned that the
human conscience is a reality. ,He wasuever
exposed to the public. Those who heard his
regretful account of his misdeed had no dis
position to increase the expiation which he
insisted upon making. He never went to
his Wall street establishment again, but
deputized Lloyd, and Morris to settle the
business, and to give every dollar of the
proceeds to such charities as Florence chose
as she would not take any of the money.
Hapbil7 Alice's ereat talent as a vocalist
rendered her independent as to income, and
no her refusal to take a gift did not bring
poverty to her.
In beginning the new year of 1889 penni
less, Mayne was a happy man, clear of
conscience for the present and hopeful for
the future. He has not since set foot into
Wall street
But the worship of the modern golden calf
goes on there, and, like the one described in
tbe Bible is very apt to be made out of bor
rowed gold. These Israelites borrowed ear
rings of the Egyptians and then melted them
into a god. That is the way the golden calf is
made nowadays. Still the degrading wor
ship goes on and the devotees kneel down
and kiss the dust, and count their golden
beads and cross themselves with the blood
of their own sacrifice. The musio rolls on
under the arches; it is made of clinking sil
ver and clinking gold, and the rattling
specie of the banks and brokers' shops, and
tne voices ot all the exchanges. This temple
stands open day and night, and there is the
glittering god with his four feet on broken
hearts.and there is thesmokintraltarof sacri-
ficenew victims every momentonitand there
are the kneeling devotees and the doxoloey
of the worship rolls on, while death stands
with moldy and skeleton arm beating time
for the chorus "more! morel more!"
Eu Been Decided Upon by Many
Washiitofl Secfcty IMm.
!hri if it is mi)mkit . wW UMtoi-
Tm, Ceffw, Boallloi-aBd Chocolate to to
Served Instead.
Copyrighted, 1SS3. AU rights reserved.
poor eirl. "what can I do? "WHI -ron fnr.
give me it I break my vow?"
Lloyd strolled to the summer house on the
ocean bluff, and joined Mayne and Morris,
who aat there chatting. Money was their
topic Wall street men rarely talk of any
thing else. But Morris commonly weighted
his conversation with sound Morality and
good religion.
"It is a grand thing to have plenty of
money." he was saying, as he noted the
fine equipages dashing past, "and horses
that don't compel you to take the dust of
every mmnenng and lazy vehicle'. There is
no virtue in owning a horse that takes four
minutes to go a mile, if you -can own one
that can go in a little over two minutes and
a half; no virtue in running into the teeth
of a northeast wind with thin nnnirM (fmn
can afford furs; no virtue in being poor when
j -u uuucsHj ue ncn. xnere are names
of men and women that suggest not only
Wealth, but relieiou and generosity and
philanthropy. A recent writer says, that of
w leauiog Business men in oneol our Iast-
Why not avoid all this disturbance?"
she asked. "It always seems to me as if
these gorgeous feremonies were one of the
silliest forms of human "vanitv ."
Alice laugnea, lor it was to ber that this
was said. "You are quite right, my dear
girl, but if you refnse to obey the reigning
fashion, you will make every one your
"Oh, nonsense!"
"You think that I am overstating the
case? It is easy to see that you don't know
New York. Woe to any rash mortal who
dares to rob 'society1 of an expected treat."
In the end Florence had to yield, and
submit to the extensive celebration which
Abel Mayne -insisted on. He was still
chloroforming his conscience with all possi
ble expenditure of money on Florence. So
he urged a fine wedding in the holiday
week. '
"You'll sanction it, Morris, won't yon?"
he said to his friend.
"Letmetell yon," was the reply, "that
the dissipations of social life are desuollinc
the usefulness of a vast multitude of people. .1
tt u&i uo loose peopie care aoout tne lact
that there are whole nations in sorrow and
suffering and agony, when they have for
consideration the. more important qnestion
about tbe size of a glove or the tie of a cra
vat? Which one of them ever bound up
the wounds in a hospital? Which one ot
them ever went out to care for the poor?
Which one of them do you find in the
haunts of sin distributing tracts? They live
on themselves, and it is very poor pasture,"
After all, he had no strong reason to urge
against a handsome wedding for Llovd and
Florence, and to that view of the matter the
girl herrelrauented.
While the hasty preparations went on.
Lloyd eagerly began his work of detection,
He learned from Florence the little that she
knew, at hearsay, about the robbery and
death of her mother.
"WA must talk with the girl JNancy," he
decided. "Can we bring her here?"
"I have always kept her address."
FWrence replied, "and she is now-living in
Yonkers. 8he will Mmi JP T cpnri fnr ha "
A. telegram was sent, and a neply was re
ceived irom Nancy that she would arrive on
men of one of our Western cities, three-
luuituiui tocHi are uuriniaas.
Mayne thought of the stolen eapital out
oi wnicn ne naa made BM wealth, M hopi
turn iic naa repaiu iu
"There has been an irrwittibleli
among young men," Merrk etiai
yMtt wyltt.MMMy
ern cities, and of the 60 leading, basiness k certain train next dly. Florence, excited
ioj iuo renewal oi ner quest, sooa waiting
on the- platiorm.' A shrill whistle pierced
ins cniuy air, ana the train rolled ponder
ously into the station.. Florence remained
in tbe background while her neighbors
precipitated themselves upea the, new ar
rivals, and watched tie ?! aligstUaf
X tr.
Irom the trajp.
Crude Petroleum n a Preventive of Threat
nod liODffil.seaaea.
New Tort Star. 3
"Next to working in the pine forests I
don't know of any occupation in which men
keep so healthy as around natural gas and
petroleum wells," said Captain David Han
ley, an old oil and gas well driller, whom I
met last night
'I drilled in the Bradford and Cherry
Grove oil fields in Western Pennsylvania
from the time they were- opened; followed
the development of oil territory into the
Washington and Shanopin fields, and I
have drilled a good many gas wells, too,
and I think that drillers are as a rule among
the most healthy and robust men in the
world, and while much, of course, is dne
to tbe hardy outdoor life they
lead, I ascribe more of it to the smell of
the petroleum, which is almost over
powering, either from oil or gas
wells. I never knew a driller or a man em
ployed aronnd the pipe lines to have con
sumption or any other lnng or throat troubles,
and I never knew A driller to have rheuma
tism, notwithstanding it is outdoor work,
and in the opening of new fields the men
often camp ont for weeks, sleeping on the
cround and exposed in othe ways. I be-
r lieve that there are medicinal properties in
cruue peiruieuui, anu you win uuu mat
every old driller has the same belief.
"Crude petroleum is a very different fluid
from the refined article kerosene and other
products. It is as thick as mapla syrup,
with a dirty greenish tinge and a smell that
almost stupefies a person. The oil in1 the
Lima, O., field is much worse. The odor
from that is almost fetid, and I have
seen old drillers from the Pennsylvania
.fields made deathly sick from nausea when
they first commenced working in tbe Ohio
field. The Italians employed in laying the
pipe lines in the gas and oil fields lookupon
crnde petroleum as a panacea for all evils,
and the natives down in the oil and gas belt
claim that tbe Italians eat it I wouldn't
vouch for that story, however."
Persona of Weak Will Not Alwnya the Moat
fncrptlble Bnbjecta.
Dr. James la Globe-Democrat
The hypnotic experiments now being made
in St Louis have demolished the popular
idea about mesmerism; that is, that the
person of strong will can, by simply exer
cising it, influence the weaker will. That
is untrue, to a great extent. The person of
the weak will can hypnotize him of tbe
stronger will if tbe subject consents to sub
mit himself to the influence ot the operator.
In our St Louis experiments we have found
that those accustomed to obedience sink
most quickly into the hypnotic state and
give the best results while they are hypno
tized. They are in the habit of subordin
ating their own wills to those of others, and
so it is easy for them to yield themselves en
tirely to the commands of the person who is
hypnotizioz them.
" "IrSnticipate sonSe original work in St.
Louiti bhypnotizers, now that we have be
gun the investigation with a will. There,
are "bow a dozen earnest and thouzhtful
,men, skilled in the treatment'of various dis
eases, now wonting away at hypnotism.
TcBBtiasr a Hrsther.
Somervllle Journal. 1
'The consistent minister wilLnot preach
steadfastly for two hours upon the iniquity
of lying, and then blandly ask one of the
leading members if the congregation how he
liked the sermon.
WA8HTNGTON, December. 28. The New
Year's reception is dying out in Washing
ton. Year by yew the ladies receiving
calls decrease in number, and the receptions
of the first of January, 1890, will be confined
to the White House, the' mansions of the
Cabinet Ministers and the houses of some
few ladies of the Senate and the Supreme
Court The wife or the President and a
number of tbe Senatorial ladies tell me that
tbe reason for this domes from the custom of
serving punch at New Year's, and the day
when New Year's calls make the excuse far
a grand Washington spree will soon be gone
forever. This year Washington society,
with the exceptions above spoken of, will
leave a butler and a basket to receive tbe
cards of the backwoods Congressmen and
others who have not kept up with the times.
Many of the girls will go to the matinee in
the afternoon, and there will be a number of
big balls in the evening. In all probability
not a dozen honses which will be open next
Wednesday will have a puncK-bowt
Tbe sentiment among the people which
has made Kansas, Iowa and. Maine Prohi
bition States, has affected in a great part tbe
rest of tbe Union, and a Senator's wife tells
me that tbe leading ladies in all the aid
societies of the chnrches in her little town.
held a prayer meeting just before she started
iur Yt asningron ana ascea uoa to enaoie
her to resist the evils and corruptions of the
I have during the past week called upon
the leading ladies of Washington society
and interviewed them as to their New Year's
receptions. I have asked them their opin
ions as to the use of wines and I find that
though they object to tbe serving of pnnch
and port on new xears, many of them
think" wine should be a part of eterf din
There is indeed only one public man who
dares give a dinner without wine. He is a
Senator, and when he came in a few years
ago ne announced orasbiy that he should
give as many dinners as he chose, with
never a drop to drink. He did give them
and on each occasion his roof covered more
suppressed swearing than the roof of a cow
boy's ranch. One Senator went into the
dressing-room after the seven-conrse dinner,
and violently asked of every incomer if such
a course should go unrebuked.
a luis auuioisuauoa mere win De ouiy
four, besides the President, who will give
dinners. Vice President Morton, Secretary
Blaine, Secretary Tracy, and probably Sec
retary YYindom.
The Postmaster General would like to do
SO; for he is the soul of hospitality, but it
will be noticed that his entertainments will
run to receptions and balls. Mrs.iWana
maker says a dinner is not a dinner with
out wine, and as she disapproves as strongly
as her hnsband because of the example to
the yonng, there will be no formal dinners
at the Wanamaker house.
Nearly every social law hut one emanates
from tbe Executive Mansion, and that
luckily, is the serving of wine at the New
Year's reception. Custom has it that the
multitude need not be dined or wined at the
White House on that day, and the whole
business ol decision falls on the Vice Presi
dent and Cabinet Now Mrs. Harrison ia
Known to oe iioerai, ana as sne maces a
delicious punch, she will not dictate to the
Cabinet ladies their policy on the question.
How many of them will do it? All but
Mrs. Proctor will keep open house and but
three 'will serve wine.
MraVsaMatfetfcatT mvmU. .Tutu. TiH
Htm a sop of 4ooIate better than any
taiaf els " wist' he Makes calls, and I
always have it for peeple who, like hiss,
prefer it
"I ess sotiee a decided change in
easiest ia tea years Sherry, claret and
chsaapeeae used to be served, bnt hardlv a
house ia Washington has anything but
claret for mixed companies in these days.
In tbe time I have been in Washington I
never saw but two people intoxicated at my
New Year's receptions. Nearly all the
supreme voart laauiies serve light wines
on such occasions. I believe ex-Jostibe
Strong is tbe only one who never has it
even at his dinners."
I next raetMrs. Senator Hale, of Maine,
and got aa expression from NealDow's
prohibition eeantryv
8he said: "Tea is the bulwark of Wash
ington society, and it should have kept tbe
old custom from falling, if wine was tbe
cause ot tbe fall. Xhave always thought,
however, that the reason people gave it up
was because they were too tired after the
President's reception", to stand from 11 to 6
receiving. At least, that was the rea
son I gave up my New Year's recep
tions, it is a pity, too, especially for
the elderly gentlemen. They used to enjoy
it so much. When I received I always
served tea, ana, as jl am somewhat bigoted
on the subject and think tea should be good
tea, I have not been particular to place
pretty girls at the table, but always put
someone who knows how to brew a drink,
although tbe person might not be a debu
iante. I have always had a decanter of
sherry on the- table, and the guests might
use their own judgment about taking it"
Mrs. Senator Sherman, Mrs. Senator
Hawley, Mrs. Senator Spooner and Mrs.
Representative Burrows will serve nothing
but mild, innocuous refreshments on. New
Year's Da v.
The debutantes do not agree with the
matrons. They like the old custom and say
if it is to be kept up it is only by serving
wine. One of the prettiest of last year's
conservatory had her "coming-ouf', party
last New Year's. , As the "men" were pre
sented to ner. sne. turned blithely to her aids
and said, "Take him out now, and fill him
!.! t .
ujj wim cuampagne.
Goodness, with what horror the mothers
do quote her! They prophesy all sorts of
evn ior ner, duc sne is now pursuing a
course of notable success. She is a Sena
tor's daughter.
It is, indeed, a black outlook for General
Van Vliet and the other famous men who
have called on their friends for the last
quarter of a century. If they get anything
at all it will be what a chagrined Justice of
the Supreme Court at a receptieu last year
called "A mild tip, truly a mild tip a
California claret pnnch, with straying
slices of lemon."
There is one ray of hoper At some houses
the sparkle of Mumm's extra dry still mates
the gleam in the caller's eye,and the cork of
Veuve Clicaout mounts nnward with hi
spirits. The wives of Senators Stock
bridge, Quay, McMillan, and Frye
as well aa those mentioned before
will not give a drop to drink, but
most of the hale Justices of the Supreme
Court will have decanters as well ar "coffee
urns, and there wiir be a light punch and
perchance champagne,- where the wives of
the Senators Evarts, Edmonds, Dawes,
Dolph, Paddock, Stanford, Ingalls, Cock
rell and Davis are hostesses.
Miss Geundt, Jb.
The Beat Hu la Bod ant
&tilt Trlbsae.
The beet aiaa ia Zaf lsd will be 80, years
old fear days after Cbrletatas. 'If yea doa't
xaew w&a tne nki
When rbroached the subject to the Vice
President's wife, she smiled winningly and
said: "Beallv, don't you know, I have been
away from Washington so long that I have.
forgotten tne customs. I really do not
know what thejr do .serve here on a New
Year's day."
There is a deep-rooted opinion, however,
that no one will leave tbe Vice .President's
mansion thirsty next Wednesday.
As the wine-bibers of be Capital, the for
eigners and navy officers form the bulk of
the guests of the Secretaries of State and of
the Navy, they will have punchbowl and
Secretary Windom has the kindliest feel
ing in the world toward people who do serve
wine, bnt he will have none of it Wednes
day. In a little talk at the President's
table a few weeks ago when Mr. Wana
maker was also -present, the Secretary of the
Treasury advanced the opinion that every
Cabinet" member should follow his own
principles on the subject.
"Oh, of course, we will keep open house,"
said Miss Nellie Windom, when I asked
the qnestion, "but I am quite sure papa
will not have punch or wine, although he
does not disapprove of them on all oc
casions. -
"My husband and I have one quarrel,'"
said Mrs. Noble when I asked her whether
she would serve wine at her first New Year's
reception, "it is the Daniel Webster anec
dote and it comes up eery year. It seems
that Daniel Webster went to tbe house of a
friend lor a week's visit, and when he fotrnd
that his friend did not serve wine be packed
nn his poods and departed the first nipht
Mr. Noble says that ft man of Daniel Web
ster's genius should have 'his wishes re
spected. I say that the other man had as
much right to 'his principles as Mr. Webster
to his wine. I shall not serve wine at any
of my receptions or dinners."
"What will you substitute for wine New
Year's Day7" I asked.
"Substitute? There is no substitute. It
is a case of wine or no wine, for nothing
will take its place. Wine is good. I like
it, and keep it on my sideboard, but that is
no sign I mean to serve it to young men and
mixed companies."
I next called on the wife of tbe head of
the Judicial Department, and asked her as
to the wine question.
Mrs. Attorney General Miller replied: "I
have never served wine in Indianapolis, and
I sball not do it nere on .New xearsUay.
The harm in the custom comes from giving
it to young men.
When the question was asked Mrs. Sec
retary Busk, she 'said emphatically.' "I
snail have coffee, bouillion and chocolate.
but no wine upon my table New Year's
Day. Neither my husband nor I are
averse to tbe temperate use of wines, but we
will never give it to a mixed gathering such
as belongs to a New Year's reception.
When I was here years ago I saw many a
New Year's caller who showed the effect of
too much drinking.
Mrs. Chief Justice Fuller is another lady
who objects to the use of wine. She said to
me: "I sball never serve, wine at another
New Year's reception. I have always been
used to it, as in my father's family it was
the custom to serve it to euests, but after
what! saw in my first winter in Washing
ton, I have decided never to have punch,
and, if anything at all, only a light claret
at my receptions. I shall never give
a punch made of rum or champagne to anv
but people I know well. Do not think I
have seen any cases of genuine Intoxication
ia Washington society. Bnt have really
seen men, and women too, who showed signs
of too freemen t notations. T brebablr saw
more of it than most hostesses, as I lived ao
far out People came in cold and tired, aad
before they knew it had taken too much
Mrs. Stephen J. Field i one or tbe best
entertainers of the Caultal. still she does act
helieve In'lhe New Year's punch bowl. She
says: "I Km aever served anything bat
eiarei Jiew
The Great Influence of John G. Whlitler
Among- Bis Neighbor.
Amesbcry Letter In Baltimore American.
His great popularity at home is dne less
to his fame than to his long record of just
dealing and honorable conduct He is the
ideal Quaker citizen. Although spending
much of his tiraeia visits to a favorite cousin
at Oak Knoll, Danvers, or in New York or
Philadelphia, his home continues to be in
Amesbury. His poems reflect the hills, the
valleys, the forests the jnvers, and even the
sayings and doings of the people that sur-
iuouuuiu. .rafcjuE uu. ins xieacn was
inspired by some of hi neighbors who wereT loft In the present condition.
accustomed to spend a season each summer
m their tent upon what is now known as
Saulsbury Beach. Whitier was often
their guest, and the few remaining members
of the group, onee Went to assemble on the
sands of old ocean', still enjoy repeating tbe
stories and the jokes at which tbey all once
langhed so heartily. Whlttieris ho humor
ist himself, although no one enjoys an
amusing narrative more than he in his quite
The poet's habifs are, nowadays, very
regular. In fact, the saying goes 'that his
neighbors time themselves by his move
ments. His home is a large double house
on Friend street, which is so named because
npon it is sitnated the little, white meeting
house which the poet attends whea in
Unexpected Information Gives In Answer ts
a Question.
New York Sun.1"
They were dining rather elegantly at a
table d'hote restaurant. Conversation had
been brisk through soup and fish, but was
flagging a little when the waiter put down
a platter of rare roast beef.
Miss Withers crooked her figure genteelly
as she raised a glass ot ice water to her lips.
"Are you a vegetarian, Mr. Jenkinson?"
-she asked, after an appetizing sip.
"Hardjy, Miss Withers," said Mr. Jen
kinson, and he carefully wiped his mus.
tache with the air of a man abont to make
a remark, "I have always had a leaning
toward the Episcopal faith.','
Like the fly leaf in the Bible betwewsl
the Old and New Testaments, this Sunday!
stands midway between Christmas andlNeiiJ
xear s Day.
Sow the years hnrrv-scnrrTawMiaVrHl
-fj .. .,... j -
oiuerwe get .tne iastcr tbey come andTJoJ
When we were children they were shod witbl
lead and crept like the snail. Now. thev
borrow the winged heels of Mercurv. TM
Time is not long enough for pleasure' orS
ambition, or money-making. It is longf
enough for. duty, for "the compacting of
character, for the relief of 'man's estate
ine very etsence of the holiday season lit
in tbe words of Jesus: "It is more blessed to
give than to receive." Few believe this. ThosaS
who pretend to are for tbe most part self-a?
riflcinc enonzh to be content with tha lMif
blessed good! But those Christian souls who''
have mastered the secret and acquired the?.
nam oi inrowmg out love, and throwing out ,.
help, and throwing out symnatbr. have aif"i
upon the truest and surest way of being happy s
themselves. . &
uuen we aim at happiness wa miss it But 3
wnen it comes through good words ana deeds It j
stays. It transmigrates from heaven to earth 1
irom the bosom of God into onr breasts. Tha--
moa ana women wno live ror others carry sma
lne faces and leave radiant footsteps. Bnry
selfishness with 1889. Begin and go throneh 1S80
In the spirit of the Christmastlde.
'TiS a. DitVth.lt tlm fmtl,lT ,,. .k..Mv'.
disfigured and misused as Ifris by being asso-
wuimuouiuiuj oi manywun ootherand
expense bevond their means. Tha lwm.fit-nf
thA h-ltltlf 111 Miat.im n9 9t .... -v7-
upon the spirit and motive back of the gift and "
pviupuusih, n no cares ior a gut tnat has
nothing behind it but enstomf Still 1m nnM
anyone desire a gift that cams out ot grumbling '
and grudging bands. It is only as they aro
tokens of affection that gifts have value
whether to grrer or receiver. It was the leva r
of God that prompted Him to give His Son Ha';
put His heart in it. Thus Christmas oridnated f
in a heart-throb.
Mow, tbe abuse of the season lies In this, that
-..iumsu AvitvsiuiiijierciiangeoE presenss,wnra
the wish, or the ability to afford, or tbe gra- '
clous motlvo ara lacking. Sd that the season'JM
of good will is transformed into anrhypocrisy.',V
It is Identified with worry and expense Instead.
or with peace and love. This is a sad per- in
version. Better eive Christmas to theyounz- i
stera. Make It tbe children's festival. Forlt -? i
is not the llttla on hnt thhft.nn that ...? - '
the fret and provoke the extravagance. Tha i-J
most popnlar reformer of th e day wonld be tbe ''
uuo wuomoom ruormine aoosesoi tbe noil
day season and free ns from tbe thralidom of
usago w guu wnicn we don't want to give.
The Reward of Well-Doing-.
It is a chief part of wisdom not to expect too
Umnchof poor human nature. Here is a new.'
beatitude: Blessed are those wha don't exf"
pect, for they won't be disappointed. The?
broad are narrow. Tbe noble are selfish. Ths
good are bad. It was out of a profound knowl-'
wfco "- uicu buat .Duraa wruie; j
"Bnt ocb 1 mankind are unco weak.
An' little to be trusted ;
If 'self tbe warerlsir balance shake.
It's rarely right adjusted!"
Hence, if we undertake to heln onr kind ,-
mnst set about it without much expectation of .
appreciation on earth. The only way is to do ' ' '
it as to the Lord. He marks and He will repay. '-:-The
remembrance of tbis will safe as from mncn - j;
chajrrlnand perhaps from salsanthropy. The
Master Himself, who went about doing good," " '-i
was maliened and finally crucified. U tha . v
world dealt so with Him, ooght we to expect it
to do better with usT "The disciple is not ,4r
above his master, nor tbe servant above his ,si
lord." The, satisfaction of doing good ia two '-TI
fold. There cornea from it an inner conscious-
nes of well-doing, which increases our self re- '
spect And ft wins for ns the benediction of
heaven; yes, and after awhile of earth. Let as '
toil on, therefore, against thanklessness and
misunderstanding of men, leaving an apprecia
tion of our woric, as Lord Bacon said in his
will, to our "own countrymen after sometime
be passed over."
- Alternative Creed far PretDrterian.
Thebnrnint: question in the Presbyterian
Church Just now Is that of revision. The Presby
tery of AIbany,N.Y..has just adopted by a larga '
majority a resolution recommending alternative
creeds,-and asking the General Assembly to
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X. J,trat t&o w eliminator' JZonfesstaaXthm
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Kothlua bat a CWopo Will Satisfy Ber
Mnilcnt Critics.
rrom the "Washington Post.
A Chicago man who arrived in Washing
ton last evening was talking with an ac
quaintance at the Arlington.
"I see," said the acquaintance, "that
Chicago doesn't take much stock in Patti's
"I shonld say not. Why, she can't sing
a little bit. I'll bet $50 1 can sing twice as
loud as she can, and I don't claim to be the
loudest dinger in Chicago by a long shot."
We fear Chicago will never be quite satis
fied until she hears s steam calliope in her
new and wonderful Auditorium.
2. Thaf a new creed. "BTiniUri! Vnrt
lrenlcal," berformnlated, in the usual consti
tutional way, to be used alternatively with the
The modus operandi of this scheme was
clearly explained by a distinguished member
of the committee. Although he used the dia
lect of the saloon, he is nevertheless a consist
ent temperance man. He said that, where a
minister is to bo received into the Presbytery. '
if be wishes to take his Calvinism straight, ths
Westminster Confession, win be presented for
his subscription. If be prefers to have it di
luted, he will be offered tbe "evangelical and
lrenlcal" formula, that is to be.
The report in question was regarded by soma
of tbe brethren as a beautiful piece of diplo
macy, inasmuch as conservative members of
Presbytery were propitiated by tbe negative
to revision, while the advanced guard was
made happy by an alternative creed.
Death of Eocene Berster.
Pastor Eugene Bersler, the eloquent French
preacher and the untiring and sympathetic
pastor of l'Eglisa de l'Etolle,in Paris, Is dead.
He was In his 50th year. Correspondents of
weekly religious journals do not say when ho
died, only that he preached on the Sabbath
with his usual power, on Monday evening ad
dressed a McAll meeting of worklngmen, re
tired from his study at midnight, and before 2
o'clock had entered upon tbe eternal rest of
the children of God. The French Beformed
Church and French Protestantism lost
more than can be told, and Christianity is de- "
prlved of an advocate who seemed lndlspensa-'
ble. For his services to tne suffering- peopla
daring the siege of Paris be received the Cross "
oitno iiegton oiiionor irom tne State, and
through his effort tbe monument of Admiral
Collgny was erected. Years ago, beforo ha
studied theology, he lived for a year in New
Bochelle; K. Y.
A Mllwankeo UfaH Pays Himself a Doaaffal
Milwaukee Wisconsin. J
A crusty old West Sider was informed by
his daughter the other day that a certain
giddy girt of her acquaintance was about ia
be married.
"Has the young man any money?" de
manded the old man. His daughter con
fessed that he did not have much wealth.
"Well, do you imagine he has any traces
of brains?"
"Why, I suppose so, father; .why do you
"Because if he hasn't there won't be any
brains ia the family, that's all."
Aa Argument on the Other SW.
Kansas QtyStar.J
A speaker on the, affirmative side of the
question, "Besolved, "That farming pays ia
Eaaeas," had just taken the floor at the
meeting of a debating society out ia West
ern Kansas When a fellow on the negative
side opened the stove door an shoveled, ia
three or four pecks of corn.
Toefc Sr la His Brisk.
As every one knows that George' Waafc
togkm was set a fetal abstainer, the He
eovery of 'aa eseraew pBaeh.bowl, ewaed
by hiss, U rather ia Usfaver. It ladlaates
Rebert Browning' Work and Success.
Bobert Browning was more and better than a
poet, he was a man of great sweetness )
and nobility. His poetry will lire, thouch'
not, probably; In so many hearts as his
more gifted wife's. Browning wrota
much, and often obscnrelv. But hia
writings have such an attraction for those In v.'
clined to the study of literature that clubs have '-
been maintained In the United states and En. . -
eiana xo extract Dy tneir comoined effoststhe
meaning of bis Delphic Sentences. Hence his
sway has been over the educated mind, rather
than over tbe popular heart. He was not one
ox inose poets
"Whose songs gushed from bis heart.
As snowers rrom tbe eioods of summer.
Or tears from the eyelids start."
This Is equivalent to saying that he was not"
one nf tbe supreme .singers of ihe world,
thongh he has penned some lines that throb.
Browning's house was well ud Parnassus,
though on tbis side of the summit. Fortnnats
in hia gifts, fortunate in his length of days
(be was 77), fortunate in his union with Eliza
beth Barrett.be was fortunate In his death. -which
ocenrred in hia belnreii Ttalv amA d
lagoons of Venice, city of enchantments, with
tbe success of his- latest literary venture ring
ing In bis ears, and with the sympathy of all
tnends of tbe good and true and beautiful ta
kiss his eyelids down.
Westminster Abbey will be enriched by a
new deposit of noble dust, and the poet's cosV
ner will hold another shrine. -v
The Troublesome Church Member.
The most troublesome man in the chnrchjl
exclaims an expert, is not the rudelv ont;-
spoken one; nor yet the perpetual fault finder 3
nor yet the church-gossip. Bad as they are,--, -,jt
they are not so bad aa tha man who applies ,
every thoughtless remark, every word and ' la
deed that Is capable of unintentional inter-1 '
pretation to himself. and who is continually"
being hurt and offended. He if always on the .
lookout for slights and insults, aud takes them,
when they are neither intended nor given. He
is always threatening to leave the church bat
unfortunately never does, lwa't be easily
provoked. Keep cooL ,
- jlaaaafc.
Gee.aHiHKe Berates.
I CA2TOOT call riches better than the baggage
of virtue; the Roman word is better, impedi
menta; for as the baggage Is to the army, so Is
riches to virtue; it cannot be spared nor left
behind, but It hladreth the march-Xoroi .&-'
Iia noted ay Sylla first, aad after aha by
Tfteriae, that "more adore the saa rtfagt&aa
the saa setejafE, or at the meridlaa." Jo,
DeifTB afraid of saathtaa. Tab Is tha
aateciaasofpaaaw The sua fades,
eareB,BatUaearisheshaaiaalty. Wheatha'J
r r."' " ,"y ZT. "ir..r: ""?r ea,stuaoaasaaiaity. wseataa
that tba atoiaa'iK af -Ma potaWaas was wSA- mOmtMiw. the aaaeer , says
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