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.
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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.
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