me for saying o? the evidence of sorrow which does not contort with your unques tionable youth, and will you still pardon me? with your very .extraordinary beauty." "A boitow? faltered Kathleen, dropping her eyes. Then in another minute she lilted her sate and, said firmly: "Sou are right, monsieur. I have a sorrow a great torrow." Porwhit seemed to Kathlcan a strangely long time there was silence between herself and the King. She waited for him to speak, and at last he did so, in a voice full of somber repressions. "If it were a sorrow that I could lighten, or in any way appease, mademoiselle, I would so gladly do my best to help you." Once more their eyes met, and Kathleen's lips trembled. 'Ton yon are so goodP she hesitated. Then a flood of memoir swept over her, and she continued:"We onlv came here.raamraa and I, for a short visit. We aro going to morrow. Yes, to-morrow. We are going to" "Going?" shot In Clarimond, with an in tonation that was at ones Cattery and re proach. "Yes, monsieur; to Vallambrosa." "To-morrowl" He gave an impatient frown and tossed his head. Then, as .if a desire to control undue overplus of ardor, he went on: "May I not induce yon to change your mind, mademoiselle? Slay I not induce you?" And for an instant he touched her wrist with his hand. Kathleen shook her read. "Ah, mon sieur," she murmured, "you will be good and not try to persuade us." "Us," he echoed; "Ah your mother. I had forgotten her. And you, mademoiselle you are bent on leaving Saltravia?" His fac: had flushed and hiB gray eyes had kin dled. "You must stay for a little while yet; you must stay." Kathleen smiled. "Is that a royal com mand?" she aked. "They tell me I must not remind you that von are a King: but yet-" "Ah." he cried softlv, "I will remind yon, mademoiselle, that I am not only a King but a tvrant." "Monsieur?" ''Yes, yes, I mean UP' And he threw his walking stick into the air with agrand show of semi-genial vehemence. "I tell you that I will not have it. Now you have reminded me that I am a King, you shall feel my power. I will defy yonr country America, is it not? "Yes and no. America and England both together, monsieur, for I was bom " "Enough." And he waved his walking Ftick once again. "I will defy America and England both. Luckily Saltravia is an in land kirgdom, and they can't come with ironclads to get you until "He -paused, and looked intently at her, smiling, and yet with a sudden dubious, undecided gleam in hW lucid eves. "Until?" said Kathleen, secretly ex cited, with a lovely rose at full bloom In cither cheek. "Until I have opened the ball with vou at the palace next Thursday. It is against precedent; it will shock certain people; it will immensely shock my mother, the Princess of Brindisi. But I vow to you that I shall not dance the first quadrille, that all the Duchesses and Arch-Duchesses and Princesses must do without me, pro vided you refuse this little request of mine. Now w ill you refuse, or will you be kind and consent?" She saw that he was ereatlv excited. She realized that unwittingly shebad captivated him, a young man of about her own age, and full as was she herself 'with the power to love, even to worship. She could not, as a woman, fail to understand the tremendous honor that he paid her. For a moment she forgot Alonzo. This man was a king, and woman-like she forgot the man she loved better than throngs of kinga, "Will you consent?" he persisted; and she scanned his face, thinking how manful, how noble he looked, how every inch royal. 'Yes, monsieur," she answered, knowing well the exultant dlight of her mother on learning of this brilliant honor, no matter what might be the stern disapprobation of the court. Just then her mother's voice broke up'on her ear. She started, half because the sound wis not further away and half be cause It jarred so on her new, pleasured mood. i, "My dear Kathleen " her mother began. But it was too late. Eric, slipping away from two or three ladies with whom he had been at odds in some gay argument, darted fortrard, but he also found that it was too late. "Iicnz," he said, catching his friend by the arm. But Alonzo, who had arrived fr-m Munich a day or two earlier than ho had himself expected to come, pressed forward, seeing the King and never dreaming of whom else he was destined to see. He liad seenred two or three really superb pictures in the Bavarian capital, and was anxious to tell Clanmond ot this trouvailles. As he reached the King's presence, however, he abruptly percch ed the truth and recoiled, growing rale. Clarimond noticed nothing, however. Kathleen thoroughly ccntrollea herself, as did her mother. In'a way, they were both prepared for the meeting. "My friend," said the King, extending to Alonzo his hand, "you have returned sooner than I expected." Tnen there was a pause, after which Clari mond, with all his accustomed graciousness, continued: "Let me present you, Lispen ard, to thee ladies, who are I believe, your countrywomen " And at that point Alonzo quiie lost his head. It .seem-d to himself, afterward, that v hile hurrying away he must have fallen there on the terrace before tne palace If Eric's arm had hot strongly thrust itself within his ouir, and perhaps, too, if Eric's voice had not harshly burst upon his sing ing brain. "Lnnz! Lonz!" this voice called to him. "You're disgracing yourself before the King." "I can't help It Let me get away." "Lonz! Oh, very well, we're" both get ting away, it strikes me. as fast as we're able. Look here, now, Lonz, if I'd known you were coming " "Yes. Eric; I understand. Come right on. When we're at home we can talk it over." At home they did talk It over. When Alonzo had heard everv thing, and when his mood was thoroughly calmer, he said with a kind of dogged dullness to Erie: "I suppose it's all up with me. I might as Bell send in my rcsisnation at once." "Nonsense," replied Eric. "What I did, you know, was a great breach of etiquette." "The King isn't a slave to etiquette." "Still, I rushed off at scandalous haste. What would you do? Write him a letter and confess everything?" "Yes," Eric said, after a reflective pause. "That's precisely what I would do, my dear friend. And if you want him to sympathize with you, be as untruthful as you can man age." "What do von mean, Eric?" "Don't let 'the full facH transpireT Don't tell Clarimcnd how badly yon behaved to that poor girl." "Ah, you will have it that I behaved badly!" said Alonzo, as he quitted the room to write his proposed letter. It was now about dark, and dinner would be served at Alonzo lij-hfed'the studio, then seated himself at his writing desk. The words were slow in cominc; he felt the excessive awkwardness of this placating epistle, and yet did he not owe it to Clari mond, hi master, his benefactor, his pro lector. Would not silence in him be chur lish at such a time as tbis? Suddenly a certain thought crossed his mind, and he rose, flinging his pen aside. In one corner of the room stood his easel, draped. He drew back its 'covering and looked at the canvas thus revealed. It was the picture of Kathleen. Just before leaving for Munich he had given the portrait what be felt were his absolutely final touches. He had not known then how good it was how definitely and vitally the witching head bloomcd'forth from shadow. Yes, Eric had been right. His powers were of the slow and brooding sort; they were like those of the poet who must "beat his music out" in travail of self-distrust. But here was painfully a masterpiece, nevertheless. And yet, as he watched this perfect portraiture of a woman whom he still hungrily loved, though she was lost to him forever, a sense ot the ter rible irony ot such a picture pierced him to the soul. "The very excellence of its art would be an incessant "jeer. Whv had he not foreseen this? An abrupt desire to ruin the picture now swept down upon him, oddly blended with the egotism of the cre ator, an element always potent in every true artist's mind. He actually seized his palette knife, and stood undecided as to whether he should rip the work into tatters or spare it for future hours of mingled hap piness and grief. While he thus hesitated, aknocktonnded at the studio door. "Come in," he said, startled, casting the palette-knife on the iinor, ana turning to meet, as ne supposed, Eric Thaxter. But it was not Eric To his very great consternation it was the King. Clarimond seemed repose itself. "lou must pardon me, he said, "Tor in truding upon vou like this. No doubt I bnre you hotriblv. I do not? That is pleasant to hear. Pray let me take this chair, and vou will you have the kindness to sit near me? That is right. I wanted to stretch out mv hand to you and clasp it for a moment like that. JYou see, I am cer tain you are very unnappy, and when my friends are unhappy I am always fnll of sympathv for them. The King's hand was pressing his own while Alonzo, with drooped eves, miserably murmured: "Oh, monsieur, I "have behaved with an immense vulgarityl" "Vulgarity?" said Clarimond In a musing voic which had the effect of giving his listener a chance to escape from the toils of embarrassment, just as the young sov ereign's marvelous tact had no doubt sug gested to him that it would do. "Vulgar ity," he went on, "is the intinjate ally of pasMoc. And passion is naturalness. We can't always keep the landscapes of our lhcs full ot" clipped shrubs, like an Eliza bethan garden. Tell me, now, mon ami, were you not once engaged to marry thia Mademoiselle Kcnnaird?" "Yes, monsieur." "So I gathered from the tunmltnont things her mother said after yon left. Mademoiselle scarcely spoke at all. Her mother had an extraordinary amount to say." "And against myself, of course, mon sieur?" The King stared, for a moment, down at the carveu agate of his cane-handle. "Well," he at length said, smiling, "she was not merciful to yon. But I did not be lieve her, and it struck me that mademois elle did not believe her, either. You will think me a sad busy-body " "You, monsieur!" "But I should be glad to hear yonr ver sion of the affair. Shall I tell you why?" He spoke with marked easerness, and yet the instant that his eves fairly met those of Alonzo he averted lii's look and went on in a queerly altered voice: "It is because the young lady, Mademoiselle Kathleen ('s not that her name; lias greatly interested me. After a few seconds lie repeated the words, "greatlv interested me." "Yes," he soon continued, "if you would tell me just what occurred I should feel most grateful for your confidence." "Permit me, then, to tell, you, monsieur," said Alonzo; and he at once began a recital in which he adhered to the strictest truth with what might be called a very carnival of conscientiousness. Remembering Erio's harsh judgment of his conduct, he allowed this to cast upon his disclosures a self-accusative gloom. Ending, he said: "I fear that I exacted too much. I am conscious of this now, monsieur, though I once thought myself sternly wronged." The King rose. "It all seems to be the fault of that verv dominating person, the young lady's mother," he saii "You are generous to rid Mademoiselle Kathleen of all blame as you do. But it is like you." He stretched out his hand, which Alonzo sprang forward to grasp with both hit own. "I have known for some time that you had a larze, humane heart. I did not need Erio to tell me that." "Eric will rarely see my faults, Mon sieur," faltered Alonzo. The King now turned his eyes toward the picture on the easel. "Ah, you have been painting something," he said, in the voice oi one who speaks from a desire to break an irksome pause. Then he gave a great start, and hurried toward the portrait. "It is she!" he exclaimed. Bece Mnjj a few steps, he threw both hands upward with a gesture of extreme enthusiasm. "Wond erlul!" ha pursued. "Not merely as a portrait, I mean, but as a work of art. It reminds me of the Monna Lisa In the Louvre. It has the same fine security of treatment, the same rich subtlety of color." "Monsieur is very kind." "Kind? No, nol" the King replied, almost irritably. He turned toward Alonzo and surveyed nim for a moment with an odd, restless, enkindled glance. "Good heaven!" he hurried on, guawing his lips, "how I envy you for being able to naint like that to paint her like that!" There was now a dead silence. Alonzo, with wholly new emotions, watched h m while he gave to the picture a fresh impetus of survev. "You can name your price for this!" he suddenly said, turning and facing his com panion once more. "I want it. I want it very much." "I did not wish to dispose of it, mon sieur." "Not wish to dispose of it?" shot the quick and caustic response. "But, num, I will pay you a fortune for itl Come, now. Whatever you please to ask shall be yours by to-morrow morning!" And then the eyes of these two men very meaningly met Clarimond read in the other's gaze a refusal cold and obdurate and perhaps he read there the cause of this refusal as well. However it may have been, an abrupt change took place in him. "You spoke of vulgarity not long ago," he said, visibly disarrayed, and walking toward the door of the studio. "It is I who am vulgar now. Pardon me." And at once he hastened from .the apartment. With his eyes fixed on the portrait Alonzo sank into a chair, "The King loves herl" left hit lips in a flurried whisper. He closed his eyes, clenched hit hands, and a surge of ungovernably jealous feeling seemed to flood his souk CHAPTER X Clarimond, with scarcely more than a nod and a hand-clasp to Erio, who waited be low, sprang into the carriage which had brought him from the palace and returned there at once. He chose to dine alone in his own suite of chambers, and at dinner drank a little more wine than usual. After ward he went into his mother's apartments, where she was receiving a very Belect as semblage that chiefly consisted of the high est Saltravian nobility. Having saluted his mother, he moved about the rooms for some time, and at length paused qnitc a while bo fore Bianca d'Este, who was looking ex ceedingly handsome in a gown of blue satin, embroidered with silver. "The Princess almost gave up expecting you," she said, looking at him verv earnest ly, with her sweet, infantile, china-blue eyes. "Am I so late?" said Clarimond. "Not that, monsieur; but we feared -or, I should say, Her Highness feared lest other attractions would detain you." He saw the ely innuendo,but chose to pre tend that it escaped him. "lleally, I do not understand," he said. "Other a'ttractiohs?" Bianca flushed at her own boldness. And yet the courage of desperation possessed her soul. That soul was no longer in bondage to the church. A new religion had en thralled it Women have rarely found it difficult to love kings, and Clarimond, if he had had no royalty tor a background, would have appealed to almost any woman's heart As it was, he fired both the heart and' imagination of Bianca d'Este. In spirit she was at his feet with that sort of genu flection which is tinctured by a tang of in toxicated recklessness. And yet her mien (ice over flame) was calm enough as she now replied: "I mean the handsome young American girl, monsieur, whom you honored so greatly this afternoon." "You saw me?" Clariaosd rather lightly said: "And yon think X honored her? It seemed to me as if honors were easy, as one savs In Encrlish whistl" jOh, monsieur!" Bianea cried; and while she locked into his face, which of late had grown to her more than kingly had grown to her, indeed, almost like 'the face of a god she ardently persisted: "For yon to speak like thatl For yon to even hint that a mere nobody should 'not be honored, and verv greatly honored, by the" least smile from you!" He watched her for a moment as though he hnlf irritated, half shocked him. "I am a man!'-' he then said, with great simplicity and gentleness. "Nor can I be more, and why should I not dislike hearing It sug jjested that I am more?" . "You are a King," replied Bianca. "You are a Kin?, with a lone ancestry of kings behind you!" He laughed softlv, and shrugged his shoulders, glancing about him at the walls of the festal room in which they stood, with its huge cluster of wax-lights for side chandeliers beaming above other huge clust ers of prisms like stalactites, and with its ceilinirs whpr rtinula drove in chariots drawn by butterflies through gorges and over causeways of rosy and azure cloud. "It means very little to be a king nowa days," he said. "At least, it means very little to me." "I am so sorry!" she answered. "I am so intensely sorrv!" "You have been talking with my mother?" he replied. "It is easy to see thr t yoirare full of lier views and prejudices." "No, they are mine," she averred, "call them what you please, I I hate so to ad dress you ax 'monsieur,' but this is your command, and what can one do but obey i ? You are royal, and 'Majesty' is your riant fulform of address. And then the way in which you dispise and flout all ceremonial! Oh, this is harder to bear still! " You should have entered here, just as you should walk abroad, with your equerries, vour gentlemen-in-waiting. Ah, it is terrible, terri ble! It saddens me, it wounds me, to see you cast aside the rights and dignities of your great birth. I do not wonder that your mother sorrows. It is not mere pride that makes her feel as she does. It is a sense oh, pardon me, for I speak from the inmost depths of my heart! A tense of your having been appointed by Heaven it self to rule over your people, "and of your treating tbis holv mission as though it con cerned some slight and paltry office I" As Bianca d' Este ended the King took her hand in his own for a moment He felt that "t was trembling and he saw that there were tears in her bright, wide, childish eyes. ''You are very sincere," he said, with a smile that was not exempt from a certain delicate melancholy. "A great many peo ple, since history began, have been auite xwrong and yet excessively sincere. He paused, still holding her band, and it new about the great room like wild-fire that ho was paying this public courtesy to the Italian girl whom his mother So avidly desired him to marry. "Perhaps, my dear .Bianca a Kste, ne presently resumed, with a faint, enigmatic smile loitering at the corners of his lips, "you are richt, prac tically after all, and I, practically, am in error. The whole affair of conservatism against liberalism grows harder to manage, I imagine, every new day of my reign. Well, I thank you for your lecture, altis sima;"and with Lis odd smile fading a little vet not wholly dying, he dropped Bianca's hand and passed from her presence. ne had detested the idea of this enter tainment to-night Its limitations in the way of asking only certain guests dis gusted him like all the receptions given by his mother since her appearance in his realm, it positively reeked witn what he held to be the worst creeds of caste. There were present several nobles, on this particu lar occasion, who had only deigned to come, as Clarimond well knew, at the eager solici tation of the Princess. They were mostly men past middle age, and their young King had horrified them by his liberalisms. They held his person sacred, and were inflexible in their fealty to him, never forgetting that their ancestors, through centuries back, had fought and died in tho service of his. But they abhorred his modernity of ideas, ami had suffered keen pangs at the audacious changes in their land. Political, no less than social and physical, these changes had affected them with mingled melancholy and horror. Two or three of them had chosen to bide their chagrin amid the gayeties of Paris, where their great wealth and princely Saltravian birth had secured welcomes for them among the most exclusive sets. One of these latter, a man of about 40 years old, with black, flashing eyes, olive skin and a little curly beard and moustache, held an exceptional position as cousin twice removed from the King. His fortune was very large, and he passed most of his vear in the French capi tal, wnence ne nau Dut lately returned, lie had been for a long time past, one of the bitterest of the malcontents; he was iras cible, and notoriously haughty to all infer iors. While the King had made his first tour through the ball-room every eye had sought his own and even every head had bowed. But it had struck him, however vaguely, that tbis particular nobleman bad bowed with a certain distinct stiffness. As Clairmond now drew near his mother, he fixed his eyes full on the handsome, swarthy face at her side, and said with an accent of quiet good humor: "Ah, Philibert, so you're back once again ?" At the same moment he put forth his hand. Prince Philibert advanced, and, taking the King's hand in his own, with a rever ent droop of the head, firmly, even reso nantly, kissed it A smile oi proud pleas ure swept over the face of the Princess Brindisi. This was the immemorial usage of the Saltravian Court, for a peer or peer ess, on returning after an absence and be ing addressed by tho King, to give his hani nn obeisant kiss. But Clairmond, meanwhile, grew white with anger. He had long ago forbidden all such forms of self-humiliation on the part of his courtiers. Prince Philibert well knew this fact, and what he had just done flavored of the most overt defiance. The crystal-gray eyes of the King met the dark and brilliant ones of his subject "Prince," he said, wjth some curtness, "I supposed you were aware that I dislike,and indeed have vetoed, all this flourish on the p. rt of my friends." Philibert, while he stood moveless as a statue with both hands behind him, and while he looked, in his evening dress, dec orated by several orders that betokened his great rank, a figure or striking distinction, answered composedly and gravely: "Pardon me, your Majesty, Dut I only fnlfilled a usage that is many centuries old." This answer, in circumstances, bristled with clear revolt The King started, and looked at his mother, who gentlv inclined her head, as if in complete approval of the words just uttered. (2b be Continued Nat Sunday) TEE LAHGUAGE 0? THK 7ACI. An Incident Which Goes to Show Julian Hawthorne May Be .Right. New York Sun.l Sitting opposite to me in an elevated train the other day there were two deaf mutes, a stalwart, stylish young man and a handsome young woman, engaged in con versation. With skill, grace, and vivacity the fingers and features of the mute pair wero brought Into play in the dialogue. Now it looked to me as if they were hold ing an argument; then it looke'd as if, he were giving an account of something; at one time their faces were radiant while communicating with each other through silent maneuvres; at another time a thoughtful mood appeared in the counte nance, or again a resolute spirit, or yet again some other mental condition. Perhaps all my inferences as to the na ture of their sign language were erroneous, but I stand ready to wager a nickel that some ot them were right, as they were foundedon analogy. It is Julian Hawthorne who maintains that the time is coming when mankind will cease to indulge in vocal speech, which, according to his opinion, is a very inadequate exponent of thought, and a poor substitute for tho subtler methods of expression' to which mutes are accustomed. ;CO0ra& THE -BABIES. The Celestial Masses Bellere Farelgi - - ers Make Medicine Oi ' LITTLE ALMOND-EYED BEAUTIES. Enaa Seporti Are at the Bottom f in Anti-Foreign Violence. PHOTOS FBOst EYES 01 GHILdBKN rcosBXsroxDxxcx or rm DisrATCH.1 Washington, Nov. 11 The critical situation In China calls attention to the fact that the Chinese mission is still unsettled. A new Minister will probably be appointed by President Harrison during the cpming session, and through these recent troubles the post of Peking has iprung Into the greatest importance. There is a chance for a statesman to mako a reputation in China. The country seems to be on the eve of a revolution, and the protection of our citi zens there is going to require both nerve and diplomacy. During my visit to China about two, years ago I found the majority of the people op posed to foreigners, and at every one of the treaty ports there was an anti-foreign party which did all it could to excite the masses against tho foreigners. Among other things they published a magazine which was illus trated. Tbis magazine contained a graphio description of how the foreigners ground np Chinese children and made medicine of them. It had pictures of American girls packing the medicine in boxes, and in the same cuts were pictures of seething cauld rons in the soup of which babies' arms, legs and heads bobbed up and down. Beat American Political Methods. In one picture the babies were being cut np for grinding, and in another the pieces of them were being weighed so that just so much Chinese baby went to each package of medicine. The Chinese text as translated for mo stated that this was a common method of making medicine In China, and that the Americans and English had as their chief business in China the making of such medicines and that they stole Chinese babi s for this purpose. , The great disturbance which we had in Korea some years ago when our naval force was called to the capital from one of our vessels in trie harbor of Chemulpo to defend the American Minister, arose from this anti foreign influence which has also strength in Korea. These people had circulated the re port that the Americans were stealing little Korean babies and grinding up their eyes to make photographio materials. It was whispered abroad that an American liked nothing better than a slice of a Korean baby done brown, and the statement was current throughout the hundred thousand huts of the Korean capital that our Min ister, Mr. Dinsmore, had given a party a week before, at which two jucy babies had been served to the guests. Saved bj the lung's Proclamation The people were wild. Mother love and father love is as strong among the Celestials as among the Christians, and such statements as these make Chinese and Korean blood boil. The mass s look upon the foreigners as barbarians. Our Minister would have been mobbed at Korea at this time had it not been for the King, who sent out a proclamation saying that any man who was found circulating such reports would be executed, and telling the people that these foreigners were kind hearted, cul tured people like themselves, and that they would not be so inhuman as to eat babies. During my stay at Canton I met a mis sionary and his family from the Interior of China. The man came from Ohio, and-he was a very intelligent fellow. His sister, a medical missionary, was with him. Their house had been burned, and they had been mobbed by the Chinese through this super stition in regard to American medicine. It happened that this medical missionary had a young Chinaman who was studying medi cine with her, and this Chinaman had in some way obtained possession of a skeleton, which be kept in his room at the mission ary's house. The Chinese know nothing of anatomy, and their medical system consists largely in doses as big as horse powders and in superstitious incantations, the burning of Joss paper and such things. Soap Rains a Missionary. They know nothing of the use of the skele- ton, and their reverence for their ancestors is such that they would decidedly resent our custom of dissection. Now, just at the time tnat turn skeleton was lying on the table in the young Chinaman's room, the wife of the missionary got out of soap. She had been raised in the country, and she concluded to make some soft soap as she had seen her parents do at home. She made a barrel of it Then the story became noised abroad that this missionary's home was a medicine factory, and something like three or four Chinese babies were ground up in it every day. A mob collected within a short time and attacked the house. They found the soap,. It was a new material to Chinese eyes, and if smelted like medicine. They went upstairs and found the bones, and the evidence was prima facia so Btrong that they burnt the house, and the mis sionary's family hod a narrow escape for their lives. The terrible Tientsin massacre of 1870, in which the Catholic Sisters of the orphanage of that city were killed, came from this charge that they were stealing Chinese babies and cooking them for medicine. Tientsin is a city of nearly a million people and the mob numbered thousands. They burst into this French missionary establish ment, set fire to the convent and" literally Tore the Women to Pieces and then threw their remains into the flames. There were a hundred children in the orphanage, and these were seized and thrown into prison and questioned. They would not sav anything against the Sisters, and at the end of six weeks they were given over to the missionaries who were sent from Peking to take care of them. There were many other foreigners killed during this massacre, and tho Chinese in a mob like this do not distinguish between American and English or between French and Ger man. All are the same to them. They are foreign barbarians, and they call them all by the names of "red-headed, blue-eyed for eign devils," and a foreigner cannot go along the streets of a Chinese city without being greeted by this epithet He does not understand it because he does not know Chinese, but the vilest of jokes and the most vulgar of expressions aro uttered against the foreigners as they pass through the streets of the larger Chinese cities. I saw ex-Senator Henry W. Blair, of New Hampshire, in the Astor House in New York the" other day. He. told me he did not regret his rejection by the Chinese as Minis ter to China and that he would except no other foreign mission though he might have had one had he chosen. He will probably settle somewhere in the West and may possibly practise law. China Most Be Brit en. The forcing of Blair upon the Chinese not withstanding their objection would not l.ave been a new thing in our treatment of China and it is a question as to whether China will not have in every case to be driven rather than lead. No concessions have ever been gotten from China which have amounted to anything except through fear and our first treaty with China was the result of the bulldozing of- Caleb Cushing who was sent to that country by John Tyler in 1S43 at an ex'ense ot ?-iO,(K)0 to the Government. He had an able squadron with him and he forced the Governor to receive him at Canton. He wanted to go to Peking and the Chinese did not want him to go further in the country than he wax. They sent a messenger to the Emperor and this man in time brought back an Imperial envoy who after much ob jection made a treaty with Caleb Cushing and the United States. Mr. Cashing was f . I the jsmperor it he got -there, and said that he did not Intend to bump his head 19 times against the floor as was the custom. The arrival of the Imperial envoy however pre vented him, and he brought Sack the treaty. Our First Minister to China. This treatftwos ratified, and A. H. Ever ett, ot Massachusetts, was our first Minister to China. He died in China in 1847, just about "the time he arrived there. He was a man of much cultnre and wide diplomatic experience. He graduated at Harvard with the highest honors at the age of 14, studied law with John Quincy Adams, and was part Bussia, While John Quincy Adams was President, Everett was Minister to Spain, and when Andrew Jackson bee me Presi dent he came back home, and bought the North American Jievicw, which he edited. He wrote a large number of books, and had he lived he might have made an excellent Min ister to China. The first treaty with China, which Eng land got from her, was through war, and the second war, in which the United States took part, brought out a new treaty in 1857. At this time Mr. John Ward was sent to China by Buchanan as Minister. He arrived in Peking, but refused to get down on his knees and bump his head before the Em peror. Mr. Ward is now living in Morris town, New Jersey, and he practises law in New York. The Mission of BnrHnxn. After him we had a Minister named Reed, and in 1862 the noted missionary, Mr. S. Wells Williams, became Secretary of Lega tion. He is the best authority on all Chinese matters and has written the best book ever published on China. During a Sart of the time he was Secretary, Anson lurlinggame was Minister, and it was he who brought China into close communica tion with the outside world. Of late there has been little trouble with the Chinese, but they do not and have never treated foreign ministers welL They try tomake them contemptible in the eyes of their people, and to make the Chinese masses believe that they are merely subjects or tribute-bearers to the Emperor. Tho street of Peking along which the legation buildings are erected is known there by the une, -xne street of the subject .Nations." The Emperor receives foreign ministers only when he has to, and foreign ministers are not invited to the homes of the Chinese officials nor do many of them consider them on a social equality with them. jtbaitc u. u DINNERS BY UNITIES. Theodore Child's Ideas About Perfect Serf loe Caterer Murrey's Views on Fish Hew England Codfish Balls Soma of PJllce Serena's Useful Kerl.ies. rWRITTZN Ton THK DISPATOT.1 Theodore Child, who has made the subject of gastronomy interesting as a poem, advo cates in dinner giving the service by unities a complete dinner for each guest, so far at least as the chief dishes are concerned. This idea, he says, is not novel. It is re lated that the French poet Malherbe one day gave a dinner to six of his friends. The whole feast consisted merely of seven boiled capons, one for each man, for ho said he loved them all equally and did notVish to be obliged to serve to one the npper joint and to another the wing. At a truly scientific feast, he says, the guests are limited to the number "of .the muses, and not only would each man have his bottle of champagne, bnt his leg of mut ton, his duck, his partridge, his pheasant This method alone is truly satisfactory, be cause it renders favoritism impossible. A partridge has only one breast, and a leg of mutton" has only a few pieces which are ideal. The Russians, says Mr. Child, have noble views on this point In accepting the invitation of a Russian gentleman to dinner, who asked him previously if he could serve him any special dish, he begged that he might taste a certain Russian mut ton. When dinner was served a whole sheep was carried in steaming hot on tho shoulders of four Tartar waiters, and bfl was asked to select the part that pleased bira most, the whole uisn .Doing at ms dis posal. Good Advice Where Fish Are Fresh. Mr. Thomas J. Murrey, the well-known caterer of New York, "in his admirable little volume "Oysters and Fish" says: "Would it not he beneficial, were tho aver age American to substitute fish for the everlasting steak and-chops of the break fast table? For the sake of variety," he further adds, "if for no other reason, we should eat more fish. A well-made fish stew or curry should be acceptable to the majority of us, and undoubtedly would ba if appetizingly prepared." I append hero tbis gentleman'srecipe for tne iamous new .cngiana coansn Dans. Upon a fair trial of this delectable dish I guarantee that tho steak and chop will occasionally be dispensed with at our breakfast tables. Skin the codfish the night before, and soak It over night: drain quite dry on a napkin next day. Mash fine ono pound of hot boiled potatoes. Take an equal amount of codfish, and divide It very fine. Mix both together, and add the beaten yelks of two ejrgs, two ounces of melted butter and a salt spnonful or white pepper. Now beat the mixture until it is very light, for upon this process depends the success or failure of tho dish. In shaping thorn together, do not press them any mora than is absolutely necessary. Most cooks press them into cakes so nard thnt It is next to an impossi bility to eat them. Dredze them lightly with flour: and fry them lifco doughnuts in smoking hot fat When properly prepared and cooked they should fairlv melt In the mouth, which they will do it thoroughly beaten and lightly handled. I add some general recipesi Baked Apples With lAsmon, Peel and cut the apples In half, cutting them across the core. Take ont the core and fill the ole with sugar and a tiny bit of butter. Put a sllco of lemon on each half, and bake In a dish with a very little water. Grapo Sherbet. Lay a pleoe of very thin muslin In a colan der, put in a pound of grapes and set it over a deep bowl. Crush tho grapes, and then squeeze out the Juice. Add an equal quan tity of water, the juice of one lemon and sugar to taste. Freeze In the usual way. French Pancakes, Beat the yelks and whites of two eras separately, then mix them with half a pint of milk and sweeten it Butter two or three saucers, and pour in them a little of the cus tard, ano DaRo. w nen uone, serve use sand wiches with jam between. Delicate Dessert. Moisten stale lady Angers with sherry wine and pour over them some rioh cream beaten until sliehtly thickened. Fried Apples. Fried apple are appetizing for breakfast, and if prepared as follows they will ho found particularly nice: Take laige tart apples, peel and remove core; cut in rather thick slices, lay in a shallow baking dish with a lump of fresh butter, and sprinklo over them a few spoon'uls of sugar. Bake In a moderate oven until tender and serve very hot on delicately burned toatt. - Stenmed Cabbage. Cut as much nlco, clean cabbage as will fill a spider or stewpnn. Cover well and let it cook till done In the steam from its own Juices. Season to taste. Pineapple Lemonade. Feel 12 fresh lemons very thinly, squeeze the juico from them; strain out the seeds; pour on tho peel a little hot water, and let it stand awhile to infuse, covering closely. When cool strain this water into the lemon Juice, adding a pound of loaf sugar. Put the whole into a decanter to he kept cool for present use. Use two tahlespoonfuls for a glass of lemonade, and add a piece or piuo apple to each glass, and also a thin slice of lemon. Potatoes With Cream. For tbis diskboil the potatoes Just about the time theyfre needed, and cut them up while warm. Season totate with salt and pepper. Heat to the boiling point a half pint of cream, and add to It a piece or butter large as a walnut. Turn in the potatoes and simmer for a moment Jnmbo Pickle. Shred a head of sweet Jnioy cabbage rather fine and then chnpitalittle. Sprinkle with salt ana let it stand for 12 hours. Add to It a minced onion and drain well. So son with pepper aud eel err seed, rack In Jars and cover with good cider vinegar. May be used in three days. Ellics Ssbxba, 1 very anxious to go to Peking and he In - tended to force hii way.into the presence of - Dl?T FPTfiXT TO GTlf DT I? ', HJlHuIUJX 10 Dluil Lt An the Complications An Dae to Theology and Temperament FOITE OP THE SCIENCES ABE EA8T." Tleologj-Ii to Eelfgion What DlgesiiTt De tail Is to lating. DIP7EEBITCIS BUSULTIXG HT BJOTS rwarrrxs ron nti DisrxTca.1 Religion is as clear and simple as the unl versahsunlight In spite of all the creeds and all the catechisms, in spite of all the metaphysical theology, in spite of all the criticism and all the controversy, whatever is essential in religion is open to the under standing of a little child. "There are diver sities of gifts, but the same spirit And there are differences of administrations, but the same Lord. And there are diversities of operations, but it is the same God which worketh all, in all." That is what it all comes back to. Differences enough, diver sities enough, but one and the same Holy Spirit, divine Saviour, heavenly Father, be hind them all. Religion, above all things, ought to be simple. Because it is meant for so many simple people. It is a message for every body, and must needs be capable of transla tion in everybody's language. And "every body" is a wide word. It cannot possibly be made to mean only the professors in the theological seminaries. The Need of Ever Mam. Religion is a universal need of man. It means instruction in perplexity, strength in temptation, comfort in grief; it is an answer to the universal questions: What am I? And what am I here for? And whither am I going? We all want to know that all of us; not the philosopers alone. The great fact of sin and the great fact of pain get into every life. People who cannot read nor write walk along the ways of tempta tion, and look into the black depths of open graves; and so have need of the guidance and the consolation of religion. It would be hard to have to think that the good tidings of the Christian gospel should have been put into such large words and such long sentences that only the edu cated could make them out, and get the blessing of them. Somehow, when angels taught religion out of the Bethlehem sky, the simple shepherds understood them. The Christmas sermon needed no interpre tation at the hands of pharisee and scribes. When the great spiritual Master taught re ligion He did not teach it in Solmon's Porch to a select company of the wisest Jerusalem philosophers. He taught wher ever he could get an audience, out under the open sky, and in the streets of cities, and in the common houses of common peo ple. And the common people heard Him gladly. He taught religion so that peasants and fishermen could unerstand it Complications of Religion. And yet there seems to be a great many hard things in religion. These are knots in it that cannot be untied except by doctors of divinity, and not always very success fully by them. Sometimes it seems like a hopelessly inextricable tangle. Sometimes it seems like a confusion of contradicting voices, tome crying this and some that There are so many "differences of adminis trations," so many "diversitiei of opera tions," so many sects and parties, so many arguments and doctrines, that plain people fall into perplexity. To one who reads the titles of books In theological libraries, re ligion seems a very complicated matter. Part of this difference and difficulty in religion is due to theology; part of it is'dne to temperament Theology is the scientific! I statement of religion statement ot religion, xt is an endeavor to get together all ascertainable religious truth, to classify it, to give it accurate defi nition, to draw out of it all the available in ferences. And 'that means difficulty, al ways. All science is difficult, runs speeding intb hard names and higher mathematics, and rises into the regions of unanswerable; questions. The Sciences Are Not Necessary. And vet we manage to get a good deal of satisfaction out of life though we be utterly j preciatc the pleasant flowers without know ing very much about botany. The sun will warm us, and give usa light to see by.though we cannot tell how tar distant it is from the surface of this planet, though we know not whether it be a solid or a gas. We can en joy our dinner without an acquaintance with the intricato processes of digestion. We can see out of our eyes without knowing even the first law of optics. Natural gas serves a great many people who could not write its chemical formula. Somebody says that the most important fact in human life is that the geometrical symbol Pi equals 3.14U.92. I confess that I have not at the present moment more than the vaguest notion about the significance of that fact And yet we live, and move and have our being. Nothing is plainer to every body's sight and touch than matter. But matter is one of the great mysteries. No man of science has yet been able to say con clusively what matter is. Some sav that matter is made of infinitely small and hard atoms; others say that matter is made of little perpetually whirling rings; still oth ers hold that matter does not exist at all, that the only thing we can be absolutely sure of is a sensation in our eyes and ears and at the tips of our fingers. Theology No Worse Than OtherScIenoea. There is no doctrine in the science of theology which is more disputed than the doctrine of matter is in the science of phys ics. These perplexities are inseparable from the endeavor after accurate definition. They belong to scientific thought Diffi culty is not found only in theology. The fact is that we can go only a certain dis tance in any direction, wi can think only so far into things physical, mental or spiritual. After that, we get beyond our depth. We fall into all manner ot confu sion. And what the confusion means is not that we have come to the end oi truth, but that we have come to the end of the strength of the human mind. Nevertheless-, common life is not affected by these scientific perplexities. The dis cussions ot the scentinc doctors as to the nature of matter do not deter us from build ing houses. We do not hesitate to walk abroad because there is a scieLtifio uncer tainty about the nature of space. These high matters make no -difference with daily lite. The discussions.of theology ought not to perplex any but the theologians. They have no more to do with religion than an acquaintance with chemistry has to do with eating, or a knowledge of geology with the appreciation of the beauties of a landscape. Can Get Alone; Without Theology. We can love God, though we may not be able to recite the Athanasian Creed. We can read our Bibles and get helps out of them without needing to know anything about theories of in.piration. The nature of the Sacrament of the Lord's Supper is not dependent upon the result of the con troversies about it Christ died for our sins; no matter about the doctrines of the atonement. The difficulties of religion, then, belong to the scientific side of it. They are difficul ties of definition. They are of the same sort with the difficulties which faeet men in every direction of scientific thought; they have no more bearing upon common life than any other metaphysics. As for the differences in religion, they arise, for the most part, out of the natural differences in human nature. They are due to temperament Religion is eant for all kinds of people; and there are a great many kinds of people. People are diflerent; and a universal religion must have room in it for innumerable differences. That is what Christ taught That is what Paul taught We kayo not even jet learned it as wej ought. In the time of the Apostles men had not learned if at all. It was accounted heresy. The orthodox contended in those days that nobody could really be religious unless he was Eeligiouj In Just One Way, He must become a Hebrew; he must keep verv rnbrin of the Hebrew Jaw. Even Peter needs a revelation out of "the sky be- jore ne can be persuaded to aamit a ixentne into the Christian society. Even Paul must first be blinded by a light from heaven be fore he can shut his eyes to the difference between the Greek and the Hebrew, and care no more about it That there could be varieties of faith and practice in the same church was a thing which to many godd people in that old day was as incredible, as undesirable, as dan gerous, and as pernicious, aa it is to a good many good people still. The verv first thing which the Christian religion did was to turn its back upon exclusion and uni formity. Alone among all the religious teachers of his time, Christ recognized the divine right of human differences. Christ saw that one man differs from another. One would think that anybody must see so plain a fact as that But everv division into which the church of Christ is to-day shame fully divided is a testimony to somebody's blindness. Every single sect means that somebody sometime failed to recog nize this inevitable fact of human difference, and quarreled with it. You might as well quarrel with the law of gravi tation. One after another, the Christian church has turned her children out of doors by trying to make them all exactlv alike. and disowning all who failed to fit the standard. The Division Into Sect. Those party names of "high" and "broad" and "low," which we hear more often than we like to, represent absolutely unchangea ble and eternal difference in human nature. They symbolize different ways of empha sizing religious truth. There always have been and there always will be people with whom the most important part of religion is that side of it which looks toward God, and finds expression in worship. There always have been and there always will be people with whom the most important part of re ligion is that side of it which looks toward, the soul, and finds expression in emotion. There always have been and there always will be people with whom the most impor tant part of religion is that side of it which looks toward the world about them, and finds expression partly in an extension of Christian charity and in the uplifting of the bodies, minds and Bonis of men, and partly in an endeavor to state religious truth so that it may commend itself to everybody's reason, and get hold of everybody's will. That is, there have always been "high" churchmen and "low" churchmen and "broad" churchmen; and there always ought to be, and there always will be. But somehow we have now these many centu ries been behaving as if all men were made alike. We have somehow succeeded in per suading ourselves that everybody who is not exactly of our kind is wrong, and ought to be put out Heresy Banting, Past and Present And we did put out Low-Chureh Wesley, and we did put out High-Church Newman, and we are busy just at this day trying to find some good "broad" churchman whom we may put out after them. When the Christian missionaries from France and the Christian missionaries from Wales met in pagan England they agreed that there was a great work for them to do, a work that needed all the energy they had. But the French said to the Welsh, -"First, be fore we can work together, you must cut your hair exactly as we cut ours." When the "low" churchmen, who were then called "Puritans," met the orthodox of their day in conference at Hampton Court the orthodox said, "It is indeed a blessed thing that brethren should dwell together in unity, but dearly beloved if you would say your prayers with us you must above all else wear the same kind of prayer gown that we wear. Not one of yon must be seen without a surplice." The result was the Presbyterian communion. What we all need to recognize is that uniformity is impossible and that variety is the law of nature and of God. There are differences of administration, yes but the same Lord. What we need to see is that the matters about which we differ belong wholly to The Outside of Beliglon. They really have no more to do with the heart of religion than the paint on an en gire has to do with the running of the wheels. Questions as to tne ecclesiastical government, whether by bishops or by presbyters; questions as to clerical dress, the most trivial, one would think, of all things which might interest the mind of man; questions as to a ritual, much or lit tle water, standing or kneeling, singing hymns or singing psalms how is it that Christians can tnnke these matters synono mous with Christianity. People are different, let them think dif ferently. Whatever really helps is right, Whatever hinders is wrong. And what hinders one may help another. If the church is a sect, if it is a little petty re ligious confraternity then set Procrustes' bed at the door of it and measure every comer, and cut off all the tall people's feet, and Btrctch out all the short people. But if the church is a great broad catholic church, such as Christ meant it to be, let everybody in and keep evervbody in who loves Him and wants to serve Him, There is a place in the wide church cathojic for every honest man that breathes. Simple Facts Back of It All. We go back behind the difficulties of theology and the differences of tempera ment and we find the "same spirit, and the "same Lord," and the "same God which worketh all in alL" And it is as clear and simple as the universal sunlight When the minister stands by the bed of death to tell the Christian message over again, it doesn't much matter who he is, it is ono simple story. Christ is Christianity. Religion is part faith and part love. And the love part of it is simply a following in the steps of Jesus Christ, trying to be as nice him as we can, going about doing good as he did. All the ethical precepts of our religion are summed np in the example of Christ And the faith part of it is simply a trusting of the words of Jesus Christ He said he knew. And he told us plainly that God is our Father and that there is a life beyond the grave. And we believe him. We take his word ot teaching as a child takes the word of his father. To try to live as Christ lived, to be con tent to take as true what Christ said how simple that isl It is the beginning, and the middle, and the end of all religion. Geoege Hodoxs. TWO BIDES 07 ME. PAENEIi. Captain OS'hea'a Acconnt or Blow the FbcBnlx Park Murder Affected him. But Mr. Parnell was a man with many sides to his character. Behind his outer veil of resolute and careless indifference there were places of weakness; and fires of passion burnt beneath bis frigid bearing. "TheHouse of Commons and the public," wrote Captain O'Shea a few years ago, "know Mr. Parnell only as the man of hard, cold and undemonstrative bearing. I have seen him with that mask of When the' news of the murders in the Phoenix Pork reached London he came to me, and if ever a public man was overcome by hor ror and grief for a public crime it was he. He then and there drew up an address an nouncing in a few words nis retirement in despair " from public life. I myself ap proved of this course under the circum stances, but I insisted on an hour's delay in order that I might consult wiser heads than mine. In deference to their counsels I eventually prevailed npon him, with the greatest difficulty, to 'alter his determi nation." And all the world knows now that on the same occasion Mr. Parnell placed his own future unreserved! v in Mr. Gladstone's hands. Yet by the outside world he was I credited with a seeming indifference which his enemies the Pigottists attributed to a I coaicionxness of guilt THSOWV IBTO B0HIHQ 8PBISGS. ITw Urht Upon the Fate of the Christians Is Japan Two Centuries Ago. NewYoTkSizn.1 Anyone who reads books on Japan will remember that he is told, if he ever visits the harbor of Nagasaki, that he must look at the lofty rock of Pappenberg, descending sheer for some hundreds of feet into the deep water. He is further informed that in the seventeenth century, when there were many Christian converts in Japan, thou sands of them were cast Into the sea from this clifE Dr. Reiss, a professor in the University at Tokio, has recently been In vestigating the records of this Christian rebellion. He has shown quite conclusively that the rock of Pappnburg was not used for the purpose described to tourists. No mention of throwing the Christians over the rock is made in any of the contemporaneous records, and Dr. Reiss says that it would have been absnrd to have dragged the pris oners to that distant place. What happened, however, was even more frightful, and the scene was quite different The Rebellion occurred in Shimabara,whose interior has for its most conspicuous object a volcanic mountain mass, called Onsenga, which is said to have one of the largest cra ters in the world, while its slope and base are full of boiling sulphnr springs in a con stant state of effervescence. Dr. Reiss says that the greatest nnmber of victims of the rage of heathen Japan were taken to On senga and hurled from a precipice on the mountain sida into the boiling sulphurous spring belcfcr. Japanese sources of informa tion coincide with the missionary reports that this was the form of execution com monly employed, and that it remained in use for a long period. Emperor William's Beard. A new twenty-mark piece with a bearded representation of the Emperor was fssued recently, and there was a general rush for it by admiring subjects, who gladly pay a premium of a mark or two for the novelty. This curiosity arises probabiy from the fact connected with the saying that the Hohen zollern Emperors grow more good-looking as they advance in age, and everybody is curious to see whether the beard helps to verify this saying. That the Emperor shaved off his beard was generally regretted. This man is trying to joke his wift about her cooking ability. He says the household will suffer from dyspepsia. It's a poor joke. Americans eat too much rich food, without taking advantage of natural antidotes to overcome the bad effects. Nobody wants to diet. It is a nat ural desire to want to enjoy the good things in this world. Read what a prominent New Yorker writes; he had been troubled with gouty rheumatism and its attendant painful symptoms for 18 months: "I have subjected myself for months to the severest rules of diet recom mended for such conditions, and used almost all the remedies recommended' for gout and rheumatism, without any benefit, until I heard of your im ported Carlsbad Sprudel Salts, which I used faithfully for six weeks.dieting for the first three weeks and after ward eating almost anything I de sired. All the gouty and rheumatic symptoms left me after the fourth week, and my general health and spirits have become excellent onco again. Your Carlsbad Sprudel Salts deserve the widest publicity, and I take great pleasure in bringing this fact to your notice." You try them to-day. The genuine have the signature of "Eisner & Mendelson Co., Sola Agent3, New York," on the bottle. ACME BLACKING is cheaper at 20 cents a bottle than any other Dressing at 5 cents. A LITTLE GOES A LONG WAYS because shoes once blackened with it can be kept clean by washing them with water. People in moderate circumstances find it profitable to buy it at 20c. a bottle, because what they spend for Blacking they save in shoe leather. It is the cheapest blacking considering its quality, and yet we want to sell it cheaper if it can be done. We will pay $10,000 Reward for a recipe that will enable us to make Wolff's Acme Blackikg at such a price that a retailer can profitably sell it at 10c a bottle. This offer is open until Jan. 1st, 1893. "WOU5T & EAUDOLPH, Philadelphia. Old furniture painted with PI K-RON (this is the name of the paint), looks Ilka stained and varnished new furniture. One coat will do it. A child can apply it. You can change a pine to a walnut, or a cherry to mahogany; there is no limit to yonr fanqVfl. All retailers sell it. '- The casting out of the devil of disease was once a sign of authority. Now we take a little more time about it and cast out devils by thousands we do it by knowledge. Is not s man who is taken possession of by the germ of consumption possessed of a devil ? A little book on careful living and Scott's Emulsion of cod-liver oil will tell you how to exorcise him if it can be done. Free. Scorr k Cowm, Chemists, ij South sth Aran. New York. . Yonr dnioht tees Scstrs&smlBta of cotSnr ag-sli drags tm j rinw da. fa, 1 I .AsL ji; M -riJMnii ' KMlMAOm ' '-"-'TT'-rsvr
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