I-1 mm P. BOHWEIEB, THE OONBTITUTION-THE UNION AND THE ENFORCEMENT OF THE LAWS. Editor aad ProprWff. VOL. XLVII. MIFFLINTOWIS. JUNIATA COUNTY. PENNA.. WEDNESDAY. JUNE 7. 1S93. NO. 25. HEV. mi TALLAGE. THE BROOK LY IMVIVK'S SUN DAY KI!JIOX. Subject: "The Heallnj Touch. " Text; A LT-: ir i.-VI .Ve."- Mark v., 31. .! iTi' ! . f fT .-ited peop'.o elbowins iv "'id that anil C'lu-jt it th' tl. 1 1 -t o ' !! ''o.ovo'.'oti. 1 lif t were ot tiie w iv t Hut! restore to ""O Tiplctt. henitr .!:-. p- r- !. So; thought Ha could tC.-i t I i ' .-ur : "t'l-r th".t lln couM not. Ai anv r.i!-. It ' mid L e an interesting experi ment. A ! ! w.n.. -in of twelve years inv.Hii "'-'n in the crowd. Some sav hei E:ir..f e- Muma :. t'ires iylt was Veronica. I do :i : know v. it her na-ne wis. but this In ii, s h it'-1 tried all styles ol cur. K.-ry he!' of h-T humble horn had nieili'iii'- ''ii it. s''" hud employed ninny ol the '. -t'r- 'f tioit time, wiien medical scire w.is :r :..r r.i and rough an i igno rant tiuiit the word J i i poteLt mi ! i-! .! foot k'lV' Jill have been T r i . i flip,""1-' iie fo'jt un I h I used nil sty. is had teen !:.:i. 'mtgine in t!i:s time wher -i :..n , r surg"on stands foi it I s'.-ill. Professor Light it of what h suppos-s may -- n-lies she has applied, "l I I, een lilist red from head to tried trie eo-rpress and had ot ns. ringeut herbs, and she i'e-1 :;n 1 hacked and out anil to.-erte,l until life t.i her w is a plague. He side that t'ie liil e indicates her doctor's bills had ran up irig'ubn'y, and she had paid money for medicines nai for surgical attend ance hi: 1 for iv-e :ii apparatus until her purse was as exhausted as her body. W i n. pin r vt: :m, are you doing In that jostling. -nov 1.' ltt r go home and to bed and nurse youni.sorders. Xo ! Wan and wasted and fo.M. she stan U there, her face distorted w.th sutVrmg, an 1 ever and nnon biting her lip w.th s.ime a -ute pain and sobbing until hir tears fell from the hollow eve upon the faded dress, only able to stand because the1 crowd is so pVsi- to her, pushing her this way an 1 that. Stand Lack! Why do you crowd that J " r t o ,y? Have you no consid eration for a Jyiii.' woman? IJut just at that time the crowd p i-i-, nu t this invalid comes alrno-t to ("hr:st. Tut sua is behind Him, nj His human tye does not take her tn. Sae lias heard so no -h about His kindness to the i-'k. an t she iioe f.M so wretched ; she thin"- u s'ie can ua'y just touch Him onee, it will du ! r lVo i. bun will not touch Him cn tl. -.-a T' d !, for that miirht be ir reverent. Sue iv. ii n-'t touch Him on the ted, for that ii. ir t s-em too fatuiliar. St- : " lv. ..l, I tiiink, touch Him on IIis coat, not ' 3 i.im top of it, or on the Lot torn of the ma.;i TH'-rio. but on the border, t:.e t iue l.r ler. the h n threads of the fringe .! t iia: blue border: ther can be no tarm in that. I don't thinif II will hurt me, I hnvo he;ird so ii ii -h a'ivut Him. Besides that, Ioau"tand liiis no longer, 'i wcive years ol fuJerin ha-. e worn me out. This i9 my last hope." An 1 r-' e presses throuirh the crowd mil farther an 1 r-'aohes for t.'hrist. but can not nu.te toueh Urn. She pushes still farther tiirouw'h ttie crowd and kneels and puts her Ln-'er to the ediee of the blue frinire of the torier. slid just ton 'lis it. Quick as an eieetnu f.ah th re thrilled back Into her shattered nerv. s. an I snrunken Teins, and exhausted artore , an 1 pantinir lunt-s, and withered n.us 'l -s, health, beautiful health, rubi 'uud Leuith, Go l iriven and complete teaith. The years' march of pain and .am; an I -'i T i ,:i.: over suspension bridge ol Lervi 1 through tunnel of bone instantlj Ulted. I'hn-t r"0:Milres soinehow thnt maimetle ind hea.tliful oiilii' nee through the medium of the blue tr.:i?e of H s garment had shot out. He turns an I looks upon that ex ntd ITUW'l Bil l slilill'-o Ot'-m il!a t Uo Jul-llnirn tory of n y text. "Who touched Mei" The hioleiit eroiv 1 in su'-st-ne replied : How do wo know.' Von M ia a crowd like this aJ you must expect to be jostleX You ask Li a question you know we cannot answer." liut the roseate an d rejuvenated woman came up, and kneit in frout of ChrLst, and told of the toueh. and told of the restoration, and Jeans said: Tmu,'hter, thy faith had made thee whole. Go in pea ee." So Mark (rives us a dramatization of the gospel. Oh, what a doctor Christ is ! In every one of our house holds may He be the family physician. Notice that there is uo addition of help to others without subtraction of power from ourselves. The context says that as soon an this woman was healed Jesus felt that virtue or strength had pone out of Him. No ad dition of help to others without subtraction ot 91 renirth from ourselves. Did you never Ket tired for othersV Have you never risked your health for others? Have you never preaehed a sermon, or delivered an ex hortation, or offered a buruUjij prayer, and then felt afterward that strenirth had gone out of you? Then you have never Imitated '.'hrist? Are you curious to know how that irarmeni of Christ would have wrought such a cure for this suppliant Invalid? I suppose that Christ was surcharged with vitality. You know that diseases may be conveyed from city to city by garments as in casa of epi demic, and so I suppose that gnrmenta may be surcharged with health. I suppose that Chr.it had such physieal magnetism that t permeated all Ills' robe down to the last thread on the border of the blue fringe. But la addition to that there was a divine thrill, there was a miraculous potency, there was an omnipotent therapeutics, without which this 12 years' invalid would not have been in stantly restored. Now, if omnipotence cannot h.lp other without depletion, how can we ever expect to bless the world without self sacrifice. A man who gives to some Christian object until he feels it, a man who in his occupation or profession overworks that he may educate 'who on Sun.fay night Ki. nhililren. a man goes home, all his nervous energy wrung out Ly active service in church, or Babbath ohoil, or city evangelization, has imitated Christ, and tho strength ha irone out of him. i mother who robs herself of sleep in behaif of a sick cradle, a wife who bears up oheer lulol) under domestic misfortune that she may ent ourage her husband in the combat against dL.mter a woman who by hard saving and ainest prayer nnd good counsel wisely giveo and manv vesrs devoted to rearing her family for God and usefulness and heaven, ani nas nothing to show for it but premature gray hairs and a profusion of deep wrinkles, w Use Christ, and strenirth has gone out of her. That strength or virtue may have gone out t'u-ough a garment she has made tor the Lome, that strength may have gone out through the sock you knit for the barefoot destitute, that strength may go out through tn mantle hung up in some closet after you are dead. So a crippled child sat every coming on her father's front step so that when the kind Christian teacher passed by to school she might take hold of her dress and let the dress slide through her pale Angers. Bae said It neipea nor ism t ir.,leh.r. h,.n all the dsV. Aye, have We not In all our dwellings garmems ui dsrted, a touch of which thrills us tnrougn and thrnuvh th life of those who are gone thrilling through the life of those who btay But mark you, the principle I evolve from this subject. No addition of healteh to others unless thero bo a subtraction of strength from ounmlves. He felt that strengta nao gone out of Him. No, ice also in thl suhlect a Christs sensi tive ti human touch. We talk nlout God on s vast s-ale so much we hardly appreciate Eis ii-wossibility God in magnitude rather than Ood In minutiae, God in the infinite rather than God in the infinitesimal but here in ruv text we have a God arr-sted by a euffer.ng touch. When in the sham trial of Christ they struck Him on the cheek we can realize how that ohoek tingled with pain. When under tho scourging the rod strue the shoulders and back o! Christ, we can re alize how He must have writhed under the lacerations. But here there is a sick and nerveless ftnger that just touches the long tares, is of the blue fringe of His coat, and He looks around and says, "Who touched Me We talk about sensitive people, but Christ a the Impersonation of all sensitiveness. The nUghtest stroke of the smallest finger ol hun.au disability makes all the nerves of His head nnd heart and hand and feet vibrate. II Ho a stolid Christ, not a phlegmatic Christ, lot a preoccuppid Christ, not srhard Christ, lot an irr n cased Christ, but an exquisitely ensitive chnst that mvtext unveils. All the "Jungs that touch us touch Him, if by the Pnd of prayer we make the connecting line between Him and ourselves complete. Mark Tou, this invalid of the text might have walked ough that crowd all day and cried about suffering, and no relief would have com. tJ npt toughed Hijp Vba 'ajouj rraver von in,-,.- v . d the svmpathiw Tof - "V1" Ton t6nott and respoZfve are"" and ou knowthat in fel'o.t- J currents of elcetrieitv k '-if two em-1-' xr L"" ."t8-a current of sorrow rolling nVfJT- .'"ir iian to h r at an i f v"i PwrS---helped? Why do ,,, ' do, you S un- Invalid and Chr.st. She prised through and -;,l,'9s you ean press through. TOUg'' nd is your trouble a home trouble? Christ shows Himself especially sympathetic with one-ions of .Jomestioityas wheS Tthewt dmg in Cana He alleviated a hoaseipe -r.Uea,u.at. a. wha tear, roahad torU, i the broken dome of M.arv and Martha an werDrUhM,'n ZtomU mP: h iT, are m"n who if tne start to crv T?' U,1m- Th"y t,llnk is unmanly lo cry. I hey an not s -em to understand it li amna;rT?ndeViJ''n,e0, a neart. I ? m'm wuo dn "ot know how ,si f . Cnr st of tbB ,ert es not is. mmed to cry over human misfortune. Look t that deep lake of tears opened by the two wonls ot the evangelist : "Jesus wept !" C 1"" ri on ine only day of His ot tiie many trials, O woman of the heart- uiouk, wuy ao you not touoh Him? "Oh," says some one, "Christ do-sn't oars for me. Christ is looking the other way Christ has ttie vast a:Tairs of His kingdom to look aiter. He has the armies of sin to over throw, and there are so maur worse cases of trouble than mine He doesn't core about me, n l His face is turned the other way.'' 8o His baek was turne.l to this invalid of the text. Ua was on His way to effect a cure which was famous and popular and wide re sounding. But the context .ays, "He turned Him about." If He was facing to the north. He turned to the south ; if He was facing to :he east. He turned to tho west. What rurned Him about? The Biide savs He has no shadow of turning: He rides on His chariot :hrough the eternities. He marches on, crushing s.-epti-rs as though they were the ?r.i;kling alders on a brook's bank, and toss-in- thrones on either side of Him without looking which way the fail. From everlast ing to everlasting. " turned Him about." He, whom all the allied armies of hell can not stop a minute or divert an inch, by the , wan. sick , nerveless linger or nuuiau suffer , ing turned clear alout. Oh. what comfort there to In f)iis subject for people who are called nervous! Of course it is a misapplied word in that case, but I us 9 it in the ordinary parlance. After 12 years olsuiiering, oh, what nervous ilepression she must have had ! You all kuow that a good deal of mdioine taken if it does not cure leaves tho system exhausted, and in the Bible in so many words she "had suiTered many tbns of many physicians and was nothing bettered, hut rather grew worse." She was as nervous :is nervous could be. She knew all about insomnia, and a!out the awful ap prehension of something going to happen, and irritability about little things that in bea'th would not have perturbed her. I war rant you it was not a straight stroke she gave to the garment of Christ, but a trembling fore-arm, and an uncertain motion of tne hand, and a quiver ng tinker with which she missed the mark toward which she aimed, she did not touch the garment just wherf she expeeted to toueh it. When I see this nervous woman coming to the i.ord Jesus Chrisl I say she is makHW thei way io. . i -...a PoPi. Vo--v'mo people do not get miieh sympathy. If a man breaks his arm. everybody is sorry, and they talk about it all up and down the street. If a woman has an eye put out by accident, they jay "That's a (trea llul thing." Everybody is asking about hr convalescence. But when a person is suffering under the ailment of which I am now speaking they say: "Oh, that's nothing. She's a little nervous, that's all," putting a slight upon the most atfoniz 'ng ot suffering. Now, I have a new prescription to (rive you. I do not as-c you to discard human medica ment. I Iwlieve in it. When the slightest thing occurs in the way of sickness in my household, we always run for the doctor. X do not want to desi-ise medicine. If you can not sleep nights, do not despise bromide ef potassium. If yon have nervous paroxysm, do not despise morpliln-. If you wants to strengthen up your system, do not despise quinine as a tonic. Use all right and proper medicines, liut I want you to bring your insomnia, and bring your irritability, and bring all your weak nesseg, nnd w.th them touch Christ. Touch Him not only on the hem of His garments, but touch Him on the shoulder, where He carries our burden, touch Him on the head where Ho rememhers all our sorrows, touah Him on the heart, the center of all His svmpathiea. Oh, yea, Paul was right when he said, "We have not a hlgb priest who cannot be touched." The fact is Christ Himself is nervous. All .hose nights out of doors in malarial districts, where an Englishman or an American dies if he goes at certain seasons. Sleeping out of doors so mnnv nights, as Christ did, and so hungry, and ilis feet wet with the wash of the sea, and the wilderness tramp, and the persecution, and the outrage must have broken His nervous system . a fact proved by the statement that He lived so short a time on the cross. That is a lingering death or dinarilv. and manv a sailerer on the cross has writhed in pain 24 hours. hours. Christ Hri.l onlv six. Why? He was exhausted be- fore ,He imounte. the too ,. , "t Oh. WUIUUUl v, , I . ,J . , ej ...j . pie worn out. A Christian woman went to the Tract House in New York an t asted for tracts for distribution. The first day she was out on her Christian errand she saw a policeman taking an intoxicated woman to the station house. Ater the woman was discharged from custody, this ChrUtian tract distributer saw her coming aw.iv all unkempt and un lovely. The tra t distributer went up, threw her ar cs aroun i her neck and kissed her. The woman said. "Oil. my God, why do you kiss in:" "Well," replied the other, "I think Jsus Christ told me to." "Oh, no the woman said, "don't you kiss me. It breaks my heart. N'o!Kdy has kissed me Since mv mother dieV But that sisterly k.ti brought her to Christ, started hor on the road to heaven. The world wants sympathy It is dviug for sympathy, large-hearted Chrlstjin sympathy. There is omnipotence in the touch. m.t Oh. I am so glad that when wetouch Christ , : . .! Tim knuckles, and the limbs, and the joints, all failing apart with that living g aeatu cane l nm lepios... - i,i m I'hmt brought to Chrui. A hundred doctors couio ... - , aiiricrv WOUld stand appalled before that loathsome pa tent. Wnat did Chnst do? He did not atn pu ate ; He did not poultice , He did not scar ify He touched him, and he was well. The mother-in-law of the Apostle raging fever-brain fever, typhoid fever or what I do not know. Christ was the" phy Sai' He offered no febrifuge ; Hepreser.oed no drops - e did not put ner on plain d.t He tSd her. and .he IZ Two blind men coaiestu noling into .iroo... chticas. 7.. o 1 lift the evelld to see a onrisi ;-,. lf- .ii.i not nut SJS I etonched them. and they -saw every, tiling!- A ? me toj.. The m rt his stut ear had ceaseo. 10 ' - - -mr stuttering iimu -n1 h. 1 nrisi iow ii' , and be heard : lOUCll aim t whniicM There is a mnenu rti. hand on the hearse, and the obse- fr..HL ,ra into a redirection day. out of vour grief and yexat.on 7J? mi , n hum ait re ni i' hand on Christ, it " temnted. niscence. was sick. Are we perse- cTeirHewafperuted. Are we bereft? out and saw a beggar P. the cold. The begg mprtled this beggar The next night y 00 compe to come up in the "'TJjtne sight on eariy u.uiii,u .nareii.ng on Jerusalem, the glitter-in,- domes obliterated by the blinding rain of ".?"! V1 "'Vy-"8 an'i n H; cheeks, for when He beheij the citv H wer.f I, the Door miff T . . , . t thnt i " www tueir agonies " f jmpmniffl wnn them, and there torn I slept on this cold step last night." This is tbe way Christ knows so much about our f-T0?- LHe ,leP oa the co'"1 doorstep of an inhospitable world that would not let Him in. Me la sympathetic now with all the-sufferin and all the tired and all the perplexed. Oh, hy do you not go and touch Him? Y ou utter jour voice in a mountain pass, and there come back 10 echoes, 20 echoes, 30 echoes perhaps weird echoes. Every voice or prayer, every ascription ot praise, every groan of distress has divine response and celestial reverberation, and all the galleries of heaven are filled with sympathetic echoes snd throngs of ministering angels echo, and the temples of the redeemed echo, and the hearts of Ood the Father, Sod the Son and God the Holy Ghost echo and re-echo. I preach a Christ so near you can touch Him touch Him with your gu:lt and get pardon toueh Him with your trouble and get mfrt touoh Him with your bondage and get manumission. Y'ou have seen a man take hold of an electrie chain. A man can with one hand take one end of the chain, and with the other hand he mav take hold of the other end of the chain. Then 100 persons taking hold of that chain will altogether feel the electrio power You have seen that ex- eriment, I Well Christ with one wounded band take. hoM nf .na An4 J ,V.A ..1.. -i - vuu vui wi . v v.oi.11 m tuam of love, and with tbe other wounded hand akea hold of the other end of th. electrio shaia of love, and ail earthly and angelia beings may lay hold of that chain, and Imilllll nd ftmiin.1 In .i,UU. - A - 1 .'...'.. ... Duifiiura urn fQiuai Ing circuit runs the thrill of terrestrial and iicsiuu aim oroineriy ana saintly ana ?herubio and seraphic and arebaugelio and ilvine sympathy. 80 that if thi morning inrist snouid sweep His hand over this audience and say, "Who touched Me?" there would be hundreds and thousands ot voices) responding 1 "I ! I ! I ?' The MagrneUe Water or Pueblo. A feature of remarkable interest at Pueblo, Colorado, is that of the peculiar magnetic mineral water found there. This has ooverted the whole tewn te a belief in its wonderful efficacy and attracted great deal of interest throughout the State. Every body seems to be drinking it, and bathing in it for a week or two with the water at a temperature of about IUj degrees Fahrenheit is considered a panacea for the most obstinate cases of inflammatory rheumatism and derange ment of the kidneys and liver, also dyspepsia and various other troubles, including nervous complaints. This water seems to be generally distributed beneath the city of Pueblo at a depth of from 1200 to 1700 feet, and has been reached by seven or eight wells scat tered over an area of eeveral miles, which were all sank in search for petroleum and coal, and in no case has a well which has been sunk to a proper depth failed to reach the water, which is found in a lumination of white sand stone. So strong is the force upon the water below that it equals a pressure at the surface of the wells equal to that of from fifty to sixty pounds to the inch, and rises when confined by an upright pipe to a height of 120 feet, and the flow from one of the wells, which is four or five inches in diameter, and which is the only one which has been properly cased, is esti mated at 3000 barrels per diem. I'lko nnter id co uoiil.ro J mou. agree able for drinking, and contains an ap preciable proportion of iron, lithia and aodaa. The particular feature. however, is its htrong magnetic char acter, as it impregnates knife-blades and steel substances held beneath its flow for a few minutes so strongly that they become magnets by which tacks, needles and other small iron and steel objects are readily lifted. This im parting of magnetism by water is, I believe, disputed and scouted by soientists whose theories are quite clear, but the fact nevertheless exists, and incontestably, that the water does, with celerity, highly magnetize steel substances held beneath its flow. It may not perhaps do this by the ac cepted axii is of science, but that it has a way of doing it is highly satis factory to the boys as well as the adult of Pueblo. This magnetic quality is accounted the prime factor in rheu matic cases, and it would be difficult to find in the whole of Pueblo any one who knows anything about the water who is not a convert to its supposed almost miraculous qualities. In fact a continuous pilgrimage from the mines and different parts of the State to the water for drinking and bathing is going on, and it is generally be lieved that no case sxiuta mo obstinate that it will not be relieved by bathing and drinking freely of the water. Boston Transcript. The Best Dishes for Dyspeptics. Yiolent cases of dyspepsia are often oared by refraining from liquids en tirely. Never drink at meals, and if thirsty between times sip a little hot water slowly. Little by little, as tho person grows better, he or she can take coffee, even tea, at their meals. Where chronic dyspepsia exists, gen erally the person must be guided?, by what is found by experience to agtee. Simplicity in cooking and a plain diet ia necessary. Pastry, fried articles, meats cooked a second time, and nearly all rweets are to bo avoided. The following are some of the foods easy of digestion. Mutton, aweetbreads, chicken, partridges, beef tea, mutton broth, milk, fish, oysters, stale bread, rice, tapioca, asparagus, French beans, baked apples, oranges, strawberries and peashea St. Louis Star-Sayinga. FCCD t'OLl aiiUlRvHT. Either I w:ii find a wav, or I will make one. Subtlety may deceive you; Inteerity never will. Few things are more bitter than to eel bitter. A laugh is worth a hundred groans In any market. . When faith is lost, and honor dies, the man is dead. Sleep is the honey in the comb or healthful lator. Thunder is the base drum in the mu sic of the elements. Avarice is always poor, but poor ty its own fault. If you do Dot pay down there comes 1 day when you must pay up. :. . Never waa a voice of pDncienc silenced without retribution. Most lives which turn out a failure do it from lack of nrorat courage. To possess the gift of helpleisness is to' be mortgaged to all humanity. Only the actions of the just ta;ell sweet and bloafoin in the dust. The devil Is afraid or the man who always ha sunshine in bis heart. r'ARLV IN THE SPRINQ. BY BOBYHT LOUIS STEVKHSON. Light foot and II ht foot And green grass spread; taly in the morning but hope Is on ahead. Stout foot and proud foot And gray dust spread Early In the evening. And hope lies dead. I.onr life and short life the last word s aid Early 111 lite evening. There lite tne bed. BruX day and bright day And sunset red, Earlv In I he evening J' he stars are overhead. 8crfbH?r'$ Magattn. XARTELLA BY Florence Carpenter Oieudonne. Copyrighted by (fie Author, and Pub lUhed by Special PcrmUtion. CHAPTER I. THtt DECF.RT. The sapphire Eight slept on the desert's ghostly breast, our camp fires , i , .... . 1 n . i .. .4 drous hosts of stars marched aeros. the sales. V'U uue diuo iuod m uiuiuuiiuk pyramid, on the other were the still touts, their striped folds tinged red from the dying embers. Tbe camels, heaped tu ungainly rest, had groaned themselves to sleep. The horses were motionless. Silence had fallen upon thn explorers' camp. I had cast myse f down upon a pile of saddle clotr s and rugs to look awhile at the glory of the stars, to glance, with an eerie chill, at the darkening form of the old stone pile, to meditate upon the mystery which seamed to live with the sands. Some one moved beside me. It was that old stranger who bad joined us the day before we lett Cairo. He might have beeu the spirit of the desert, he seemed in such accord with time and place. His tall form was wrap- i ped w.th a clonk of white wool, a great white turban was ou his head, his dark ' face was earnest and anxious, his eyes, ' tierce and black, glared from under heavy brows. 'Yon do not believo in Xartella?" he questioned. I had been told that Xartella was a deathless creature, more than man, who had been seen, for centuries, in the vicinitv of this pyramid. While I bad not the slightest faith in these j legends, noting the remonstrative ex pression in the aged face 1 hesitated to speak my skepticism. "I confess to me there aeems in sufficient evidence " "Cornel" iuterrupted the stranger, . "I will prove that Xartella has ex isted." An adventure with a maniac, I thong lit, as I walked beside him. "Twolvo ycirt buve p.sm1 ainoe the eveuta which 1 shall relate," continued my companion as we noiscle-sly cross ed the sands. "I wish to find a cer tain broken spear handle." Very mad but, likely, harmless, I thought. With him 1 climbed op tbe rocks until be paused and began to search among the rubbish. "Look, friend," said he, "yonr young eyes may be able to find the point and part of the handle of a spear." With assumed diligence 1 searched nntil I did find tho spear. When it was withdrawn from the sands, in tbe starlight we could see that the two parts, one of which he carried, united periectiy. "It is the very spear. My spear!" he aid excitedly. "Xo let me tell yon of Xartella." We sal upon tbe ciunb- ling stones, and as the stars paled for dawn. 1 heard this story: "Xartella! Xartella!" "When first 1 heard that cry rise from the foot of this pyramid it was white noon. The air shimmered like a veil above the hot surfa e of tbe stone. The waste of sand was blinding as :t billowed into distance, broken only by those fragments of dead empires which marked their own graves. "In nub) lief i had come, with the others to search for tbe lost daughter of one Vor, w ho was considered to be the wealthiest merchant in Cairo. The maiden had beeu for moatbs infatu ated, or hypnotized, bv Xartella and 'had been wa cbed constantly, to pre vent her flying across the desert to his home. At lust she had escaped her guards. Immense rewards were offer ed and, I thought I might find the foolish lady, So, it chanced, there we an Biooo, in tue iinstering noon, anen In an instant s timo all doubt vanished. For there stood Xartella. at the foot of the pyramid. "Ho wonder that they called him a god. A man so majestic that not even thnt mass of stone towering above him could dwarf him into hnmin insigni ficance. Robed in fabrio wrought over with gems, from bead to foot be blazed like another sun. Beneath his antique crown was a face grand, dark, strong. It might have borrowed its repose from the Sphinx, Its glory from an eternity, its cruelty from a demon. "When the gaze of those wondrous deep eyes struck miue 1 could not move, I felt myself grow chill. 1 tried to call ouf, as did all tbe others, 'Xar tella!' but my lips were cold and trem bled. I could utter uo word. Theu the mystery looked away. I breathed again, moved and called 'Aartella! I draped gave vistas of antique mainiti with the rest. With others hastened i cenoe. Into this luxury intruded forward to capture him. "Cupture Xartella! Capture the stones of tbe pyramid! Capture the lonelintss of tbe desert! The Arabs were right. He was more than human. 11 o miubt be a thousand years olL When bo loosed with those terrible yfoats covereJwith mystic characters i eves acrots that plain, of wbioU tbofbTftck. very legends bud teen stolen. jMTstijp&.L rn.10 11a jeuuora (ucrocy-iirii. tne rajns loiid:.k-nj..'W"Uat wus J hot uncient glory of wirier! 'he s left th'e only existing miraclsj? , jfbere was stern, snpi tdjpertria jesi.r ' on. his faae. There was mpetinrraMnehanee ia his taper bronze jjund ' -uplifted - to. tho- sun. There was'ft cloud of white a duzzle in our. tVeaT 'Xartella stood! not at tho .'foot- of dlie- pyramid. No ope was tbete. The, brilliance had vanished. No more should 'I see that glorious face; it was goue. "A yell of rage rose from the com pany, together men rahed to the spot where be bad stood, they .searched in the sands for the print, of his foot. Thay hammered the moveless blocks of stone tnl pried great slabs of rock from the dud, as if they thought tbe mighty man had uigyoct himself a grave. Incantations . aud prayers viiugle I with beast-like howls of rage; we had all aeon him aud he bad escaped oa all. 'Thro' ch the wear day we searched ' nntil the parting kiss of the snn. The red light fell across the gray wide r.laiu, and it was gray no more. Jn lines of scarlet and in lakes of golden mist the air t-lept, shining. Uill tops burned crimson, for palms purpled slow in death of day. "Then, 1 saw, moving far off on the sands, a white-robed form. Hastily I raised my glass. Toiling among tbe purpling vistas was Yor'a weary daughter. Mv horse Xartella, Xartella." "He stood agnin like a fire-red star upon the summit of the pyramid. His dazzling majesty as he stood in the snn made me forget Vor's wandering daughter. Like a swarm tbe Arabs crawled np the steps of rock. Among them was I, who looked np at the ra diant prize, theu back at the demoniao faces as one python head after another peered above the terrace, each coun tenance stamped with the same feroci ous determination. Was not Xartella afraid as he looked down from bis sur rounded standiug place? How could he escape? 'I hey were not here to be foiled. They were closing the ring around him; more than two thirds of the distance to the summit was passed. They were all well armed. "Once more that fell gnze scathed me. I was dizzy; moved heavily, as one in a dream. 1 saw others clasp their eyes. Some leaned against the rock to rest. A stagnation seemed to rJ.WT;ThcKd Thev moved not for- a defiant shout, a derisive lunjh came dowilto us. Some few lifted their heads to look. There was a blaze of red light, as 11 the gorgeous sun had shattered into frag ments. "No man stood upon the summit of the pyramid. "Xartella was gone. "At oncu rose the stricken ones; the blinded began to see; thn trembling began to grow ferocious. I found my self still weak and cl insy. I leaned upon my spear this very broken spear. The shalt was pressed into the crevice between the rocks. As 1 bulked bewildered at tbe place wLere the flames had flashed, suddenly turned the stone upon which I stood anl 1 fell into depth and darkness. As I tcrumbled to my feet tbe heavy stone swung iuto its place, shutting out the last ray of evening light. I knew that 1 was a pr miner within the Mighty walls. Alone, forgotten, with only a broken spear in my hand. Already we ry already thirsty. Something told me I was Xartella's prisouer. "At first I gave myself up to frantie desperation. Aiter awhile I regained sulllo'en' self control to consi ler, re membering that delirium was destruc tion. Carefully I examined the walls until T found one narrow passage. A strong current of cool air made me hope that there was some outer door. For some time I proceeded so steadily and evenly that I felt encouraged. Then somcthiug crashed in tbe blaok- ,;., , ,!.. Inatinct- I iveijr x milieu um,, a K'cafc niuuo had barred the passage. Whether it 1 1 T 4 1 I....1. . . ....... were a door or merely an accidental falling of rock I could not te'l. I cried out in horror, then rushed on blin ily madly. No return now. The corridor wus my fate. "I teemed to see the sunny cou-ts of Cairo. 1 was tortured with thirst ; I could hear those fountains plashing un der the trees. The Corridor was growing lower, narrower. I onuld not go buck. 1 crawled on my knees. How close it whs. The cursenl of air had ceased since the stone felL It 1 lifted my heart it struck the rook. I thought I that soon I should be crushed by the ! weight above. I era led like a snake. I I lifted my head a 1 ttle. The rocks pieuty of room Bi,oul and toucl: were not there: 1 arose. Ibore was I reached my arms bed no walls; and iu the darkness danced and laughed because there was space in which to die. "Then it seemed there was a tinge of : iigut, out 1 scarce uare 1 trust mv eyes. It became brighter and I was obliged to believe. It was light. Soon 1 found a fountain of cold, clear water nestled in a vine-tilled recess; farther on I conld see tbe glow of lamps. One danger was psssed. What now?" CHAPTER 1L VOR S DAUGHTER. "Refreshed by the water I was rest ing, absorbed in speculation as to my best course, when close beside me pussed the white robed form of Vor's daughter. A slow moving vision of golden light seemed she iu that black realm. Blonde and with we iltb of yel low hair, she resembled not the women of Egypt. Her face and form were perfect, marvelous her beauty, t.n .-la nna iloal Siho ...orinr- j wlth no tr.oe of expression m her fixed , e9- A hand in hae ,nd textata ' i.l. wr f ni .iniaH the remnflI1t of a silver-cloth veil; tbe j 8uoe8 were Io(lt from ner biiHterej feet ' her robe was dnst-eovered and torn on i the hem: it had trailed across wastes of sand, "This pairio'an lady made no pause; did not even taste the water. I re membered tbe many times ihi:t we had baited at tbe wells. 1 wondered had she endured to pass them all as she passed this fountain. How had she escaped discovery on the desert, in full sunlight, while hundreds searched for her? But as 1 thought she was fast leaving me. I rose to follow her. "We soon came into a large hall of barbario mngtiiQeence. Singular tiles and mosiacs of shining and oriental brilliance lined nil tbe upper walls. j Open doors, portals and Brches uu- st range, crude relics of antiquity. Some of tbe apartments bla.ed with lights; one corner was shrouded in deep shade. Iuto its obscurity opened a hieroglyphic-marked gate which was hunejetween huge orange-colorel n When Artossa, "Vor'a daugtter. reached the, central hall she dropped like au inanimate object upou tbe floor. I hastened to her side. She seemed m a stupor of unnatural slumber. I could not tell whether it were weariness or the mesmeric state. I brought water, and when I placed the cup at)her parch ed lips the did not dribk. Finding I could not rouse ber I sought refuge in tbe shadows beyond the orange gate. Such mystery waa abont me that I was scarcely sore I still retained my reason. 1 wondered if I really ex perienced what I thought 1 did, or if I had gone mad in that corridor, i al most was afraid to move lest I restore some horrible consciousness." "It would have been better badI Eeleoted some other hiding place;' no rest waa here for a coa fused brain. A deep red hueBteepeJ the gloom, through whieh'sTunted shafts of blue light looking like swords dipped in blood. Odd roundish bottles, or huge jars were oa all sides. A crimson liquid was ia thsm. Peculiar spiced dm, fill- e 1 tbe air and cloaded at every rtep. Cumbering the way were so many dark objects which yielded and. crackled when I stepped upon them that I light ed a match and looked about. It waa the onlv match which I possessed; it showed me mummies. Hundreds of I grinuing mummies, piial aud shelved and scattered about the floor. Their hideous faces were everywhere. Then tbe match expired. "Alter some time I accustomed my self to tbe darkness and saw great cases of glass in which lay sleeping persons; some of these were young and beauti ful, soma were very like mummies. Tbe feet of each one were bathed in the crimson liquid. Tbe entire scheme wa? incnmprehsible tc me, who groped shiverin.gly among tbe horrors, hoping to find some nnrsvelment of the mystery, and ao doiug found the most monstrous iniquity of all. It seemed a living mummy ; it moved its eyes and head bnt did not speak. A tattered cloak covered with ancieuteit symbolic designs waa heavily crum pled upon the withered body. I lifted a portion of tbe weight from the feeble frame. So doing, I strnck down into dust a crown agleam with precious jewels. "I beard the aonnd of Xartella's voice. Some powerfal influence seemed to coerce me. I moved toward him. It needed all my strength of will, all realization of my danger to keep me in hiding while I beheld him once more. "He paused beside Artoss and looked at her with deep solemnity upon 1 his face. He seemed to note her torn i veil, her tattered dress, her blistered feet He lifted Lis hand and slowly . I . f . 1 l ... I. n n .1 a',,!,! moved it beckoning. A bevy of beau tiful slave girls came from an adjoin ing apartment. I noticed how singu lar was I heir step, their feet clicked like mocbiues as they surrounded Ar tosaa. Then Vor'e daughter rose to her feet, opened her eyes. Amaze ment, horror, despair followed the first bewildered look of her face. She clasped her white bauds to her brow and seemed confounded. "Xartella watched, silently. After a time she turned as if to fly. Then, like a concealing, returned the somnambu listic state and with the same clicking step as the slave she departed into another ounrnbtr. "Xartella, then, came into the Hall of Mummies where I was hidden among tbe jars. There was now uo cull upon me, and I could think aud act independently. I watched as the mysterious tr.au searched about among the cases, often speaking to tbe dark ness. He removed the jar of crimson liquid from the feet of a beautiful vout'u, Bhook him, and lifted him up. The sleeper opened great vacaut eyes aud stared, sightlessly, at the dark burning eyes of Xirtolla. Then he followed him through clouds of dust. Click, c'ick, sounded his step as he crossed the great rooms, drew aside a portiere and dropped like a limp doll upon an inanimate collection of the same tort of humanity. Revealed to me by the liftiug of the curtuin were hundreds like him tossed into a pile of moveless loveliues", as were the mum mies heaped in still hideousuess. "It occurred to my mind that theso perfect men and women were resur rected mummies.restored only to phys ical life. Xartella was their sonL Not even by his art conld a soul be hindered in its eternal progression. "Astounded as I was, tbe more I considered on this idea tbe mo.-e cer tain I grew that it must lie ft. I de termined to try an experiment. That elvish creature with the live head! "I remembered that the jar which had held the withered feet was very small. In such a multitude of mum mies discrimination was impossible. Xartella must have forgotten this one, I would restore it. I changed the small jar or one such as had restored the youth. I filled this jar to tbe brim with the crimson liquid. In these preparations 1 found again the crown, winch 1 laid carefully upon the stone shelf. I was sure those dreadful eyes followed the crown withanxions watch fulness. After all this waa done I re turned for secrecy, into a grove of large leaved foliage trees which was outside the gate. Here I regaled myself with a delicious fruit, such as 1 had never tasted, composed myself to rest and fell into a deep slumber. I have al ways thought I must have slept for days. CHAPTER IIL APHLAH. 'My first waking thought was of tbe dark room and mv oTneriment. T'ha my experiment. i Orange Gate was locked, but I climbed upon the stone partition wall and orew cold to behold gome moving object. It was in shades and far but it was where 1 had left that mummy which lived. I crept, noiselessly, around to where the wail was above aud beside it. 'A woman was there. She had risen and twined the dust-filled tatters of the hieroslyphed robe about her. Her words were maledictions, her breath seemed made of sobs. She held, clutched iu her claw-like fingers, that crown. As she peered through a little wicket in the wall, 1 judged she could Bee Artot-sa, for thus she spake : Tbon infatuate dupe. Thou foil of fiend. Beware! For the glance of those eves, thy life, lor Xartella's (mile, tny all Eternity. 'Willingly a sacrifice,' he said. "And as be prophe sied, the ages of this weary old earth have produced it. " 'She has come across hot sands at his call.i Into this dark haven ut his bidding. Crowed by his hand, throned by his side. Even while tbe glamour of her crown is new this maiden lays it down. All this! aud, for him, consents to venture into an unknown futurity in hope to return again, to him, with souls for all these restoredsof earth. " 'I am Xartella's Queen Not thou, Artossa, Forsaken! Forgotten! I am Queen, and once again I will put on this crown. "She rose to her feet; in the sword of blue light 1 saw her ghastly, imp ish face distoit with rage. She lifted the cown with both hands. " 'It is a crown,' she cried, 'for this thing men have died. Have slain their best loved. Have whitened hills with rifts of human bones. Have col ored rivers red with brothers'- blood. It is an awfnl power, my own anci en crown forged in the fires built by primeval r..ce. All, newer crownleta shall fall down le(ure it, I know the glorions life .which the crimson fluid can bring back to me. Xartella!' Lven in that mummy shape was some hint of grandeur, as in that blue Jisbe lifted both her leathern arms, rais ing aloft the crown 1 place it on her head. But it waa too heavy. She clasped it to her breast and bowed her bald head upon its gems. " 'Xartella has forgotten Aphlah. He wonld send this puny, frightened woman of modern earth to bargain with ljteuasghj. I should t aeat. Not such as she. Cruel to steal my power, to let me almost perish, yet not quite. To forget me while the years roll Into centuries. Was it that my beauty waned? No, Xartella's red jar Would have given to me supernat ural lovehnese. liathor was it because he deemed my crown more blest than his.' "I left this thing which 1 had evoked from mummv life. This creature of the shades. It was no forgotten fate. It was a woman who wonlj restore herself to a majesty which would be most terrible to Artossa. "But where had the Irving gone. Tie beautiful resurrected, and tbe baleful restored became so unendur able to me, that, during the prolonged absence of Xartella and Artossa, I hid myself in the recess of the fountain. There I counted the slanting beams of fourteen sunsets before 1 heard weird musio and tbe sound of Xartella's voice. Then T forgot my loneliness, forgot Aphlah and myself in the glory of the picture presented in the old stone halls. "Artossa was enthroned beside Xartella. Rest had restored her re splendent beauty. Her hair was coiled and diademed. A gossamer robe of gold and rose was bound about with bands of gems. Her feet were cased in broidered shoes. "Before the thrones whirled all the host of beautiful youths and maidens. Waving salutations with their white or tawny arms. Tossing their long, loose 1 hair and moving, in a mechanical ao- 1 i .ah ,ii..t twanged , from' Blringeil instruments strnck bv .j, of ,furk.skiimed musicians. It ' . . - was bewildering. Majesty, splendor, beauty a mtered upon the throne. Gor geous hues burnished, motion glinted the foreground of the scene. Even the jarring music, here, was not unpleas ant. "A preat Sarcophagus, of transpar ent substance, stood, conspicuously, clone by the thrones. The lid was raised. From time to time Artossa glauced toward it, almost with dread, lint her white hand lay in the clasp of that one dark and strong. Tte touch aeemed to control her. "Then I heard Xartella explain, in 1 soft voice, with an oriental figurative- ness of expression which transformed to a translation the real horror of the desired sacrifice. j "Artossa must cons?nt to enclose j herself in the mysterious casket. Death I I was sure in the thousandth of an in- I slant. Resurrection, Xartella insisted, j i was, by his art, just as certain. She j I would lie able to procure, through her i intercession:, souls for all his restored j multitudes. When she returned more I glorious than other earth creatures she . should reign with him for centuries. ! Not in that dark, contracted realm, be- neath a pyramid already crumbling, j but in such visioned land as, I was cer- ; tain, was not buiided above the seas of earth and onlv bad foundation in the imaginings of this half god. And tuis must be a willing sacrifice. "Listening for her answer Xartella paused, forgetting the lagging dancers. Like dolls they began to drop in their places. " l'on see," he said, 'they have no souls but mine. For their new life, Artossa, will you go? "1 will go,' replied Artossa, 'but how can I go willingly and leava you?' " 'You will return.' " 'I may not find tbe weary way. " 'Love will lead you back.' " 'In that other sphere may be no love. In the place whence 1 sm to pro cure all these souls love may be dead. Love may even forget.' " 'loud heart, there are not mo ment in eternity to make true love forget." "It was Aphlah! and as she suddenly PP" ' ui.ere.i im-ee r'r" 1 , lnt. fn ae. Her mf leHt' tal I Paletl th,' ,1bfe " tbe n Ples.the I uawu awu nit iuu utniDi rut? iuisus I have been moulded from moonlight i and robed iu woven dew drops so mar- velous was her bnmanity, so unreal ber shimmering garments. "Xartella sprang trom tbe throne to approach her. A look of rapture trans figured his stern face. 'Aphlah, my wife ' "His words were interrupted, this woman of glory lifted to her bronze sold hair that same crown which I bad lifted from the dust. And, as she raised it, in dust fell down the antique, brilliant crown which graced Xartella's haughty head. " 'Xartella, this ia my crown. For this crown man has destroyed the one best loved. But. tlS an ancient ring . of jKer. B hold how newer diadems . beiore it. "I had drawn close to the throne and an Artossa's crown crumbled into dnst it fell upon my hand. Xhe'maid- en, forgotten, at thia supreme moment, ! by her cantor, turned to me aud with fl the cry of a young girl's terror, fle , from the splendid throne to my arms I '"I do not wish to die,' sbje sobbe 11 1 l do not dare to bring . those souls, t I wush to return U my father a palaoe. 1 ; do not wish to Cross the chill river ' death. O, to float once more in rIotw i of sunlight on the Nile!' She fell fit I my feet, weeping, frightened, imj.lor- lug my aid, and 1 comforted her f.th j common words of earthly encourage- meut which seemed strangely out of place." ' i-' "Aphlah moved near the sfcicopha gus. " 'Xartella, upon what shVre dwells hmd wben he has died to higher life?' " 'Let others ask the question, Apnlah. Not such asthew.' " 'Not yet a soul for all these dear one3?' " 'There is bnt one dear, on erth. Let these dead rest. Go not across the boundary.' " 'I will be yonr ambassadress. I will seek some' friendly archangel an 1 may return with the souls to light your empire of the dead.' "Kanella moved to prevent her bnt he seemed chained. The thing which I had-" thought a fate forgotten now provexr itself the more powerful of the two. Aphluh dropped, like a cloud of t silver, into tho fatal casket. With a 1 heavy jrj- the lid flashed down. 1 "'Comeback! I never meant to let yon really perish. There is no light left in my earth. . I do not know that I can bring yon back I only waited; O, Apblab, I never meant that yon should die or really be forgotteu.' - "A fearful sight it was to see the powerful Xartella striving vainly to tear away the lid from tbe sarcophagus. To see the glinting of the crown through tbe transparant' sides. To 1 note the still face iu the majesty of death. Xartella crashed article after article into shatters trying to break that aeemicgly fragile lid. " 'I have called too late. I have waited my repentant words nntil she hears me not.' : "Then he cast himself down beside tbe casket and hid his face. Around him lay the still daaoaia, "J v. l isp, red to Artoi-sa that WW wonld seek an egress from the pyra mid. Kvt-n then the great walls began to nbnddcr as if shaken by earthquake. Light, as if of sun, tilled all the spaoe. We two shrank away from something, vast and blinding, which neared Xar tella. lie rose aud Moo I appalled. A voice like the serene music ot a sing ing ocean tiitered these words: 'Call me not back. Hear ye that thunder f ng Ot the stamp-dlmr tbronK in mfruclc- ot white In glory sw-pt long? . It is vibratunt t hord Ot that itiinsi ndent song Which earth can reversing "'Only a niau art thou, Xartella. Tliou bind no powt r in heaven. An other cycle 1 have finished in the great wheel of tho worlds, I shall no more return. "lb all was dark. Again tbe pyr amid si. 11 blen d. Artossa clung to my arm. A gret rock fell from the center of the pyramid and as it dropped it burieil Xartella and the sarcophagus. 'J be t irs of heaven shone down on na. : We saw two great spirits sail grandly away into the distant blue. The speaker ceased. "Is that all?" "My ttory is ended." "Bat, Artosa?" "She followed Aphlah'a call and died three days after 1 had restored her to her father's house.1' Than the old man pressed the spear into the seam of the stones. I was not anrnriHed to see the rock turn and ra. veai apjt. rint in tbe gray dawn. I saw the flllsu 0f Bteel. Before my eves tbe Jramrer fell t .ti' a corj.se, into the black, camp. Now listen, this ia tbe straugest of it all. We found that corridor. We found the great atone surroun led with bleached bones and mummied forms. We found dozens ef great jars with a dry, re l powder iu them. One of the men stepped upon a white ball which burst and enveloped him in an impenetrable white light, in which be was invisible for half a min ute. Another found a number of great ! fan-like structures of gl.as, in colors , red, yellow and blue. These, when 1 flashed open in the sun, gave the ef fect of a great dazzling star. 1 found only this. 1 supose it to be a piece of the broken saroopbagns. In all tbe earth I have found no other substance like it. OLD ST. DAVID'S. a Church with an Interesting History aas Many Memories. ! In 1695 there came from Radnor shire, Wales, a c diipriny of people who settled in Pennsylvania at a spot they called Radnor Valley. Here in a sheltered dale tlioy erected what U ' now one of the oldest churches in this country, a building whose aged I walls are covered with a luxuriant growth of ivy, aud which Is surround ed by veneraiilc oaks of two centu ries' irrowth. Trad itlon says tbe first ' church on lliissite was built of logs, but the pie-ent stone edifice date t from May 1-3. 1715. Nojiews were at 1 first prov dod. but everyone was at I liberty to carry bis own chair or 6tool. Afterwards the custom arose of selling Co r spaces on which pur- chases miht erect pews to suit their individual fancy. Ti.e.e is a decided flavor of primi tive limes iu the tradition that ia this building- ih: Colonists assembled to take incisures for resisting an an j ticipated attack by the Indians under Pobtiac. Revolutionary memories OLD ST. DAVID'S CnOBCH. also cluster around It Like the great majority of the Church of En gland clergy of that period the rec tor, in conformity with the lliurgy, Continued to read the prayers for the King and royal family, which caused so much dis-atlsfaction that he was obliged to resitfu " n account of age and infirmities. " At this same time thVlead lu the window sashes was converted into bullets and the coiu- mnnion service, given by good Queen Anne, was carried otr. ine sonj 01 liberty had little respect for anything VXelonging to the Church of England. Sixteen unknown dead from the bat tle of Brandywino are said to have bfen buried neir the gallery steps, and the sujieTstitious inhabitants used to tell doleful gteries or ghostly visitors in tattered regimenials seen wandering nightly in the ancient Churchyard. In this yard lie the re mains of Gen. Anthony Wayne, over which was eiected the handsom aonument dedicated July 4, 1 80s. Proioitions have been made in rt jent years to reconstruct and mod ernize this ancient building. 1 ut hap pily a sentiment has prevailed against any change. The quaint features of the venerable pile com mand the reverence and respect of a large clement of the parishioners. N'o church in America possesses a more unique history. Established during the reign of William III., it Is closely con necte i with many stir ring events in this country's history, and it is one of the few structures we possess which havestood unscathed by the ravages of time and the band of the iconojlast. Ma le Th- Ir Ne t O it of Bank BlUs. Wlille ruuittugiuu through a lot, e. ooxes the other afternoon, the em ployes of Witner's drug store la Pottstown came upou a net of mice which proved to be a valuable find. Tho nest, which was neatly arranged, contained, among other things, one 10 bill, two fives and Ave ones. All the bills wer.j In condition, except 3ne five, which had the corner eaten off. How the mice came In posses sion of their hidden treasure Is a mystery, as the iiroprictor never missed any money. Philadelphia Jecord. Edith Perry Estes, who has a bright story of a little Irish emigrant in tbe May Wide Awake, is a Boston news paper woman and a member ot the New Engla&d Woman's Pros -Association, .vi'vSevr, . .-1 . . ... v i.yivat
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