I
B. F. SUHWEIER,
THE CONSTITUTION THE UNION AND THE ENFORCEMENT OF THE LAWS.
Editor aid Proprietor.
VOL. XL VII.
MIFFLIN TOWN , JUNIATA COUNTY. PENNA.. W.EDNESDAY. AUGUST 30, 1S93.
NO. 37.
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III V. DIl. TALHAGV
The Brooklyn Divine's
Sunday Sermon.
Subject; "A Bold Challenge."
Trr;" I 'ho i lie tfml Yw'rnim..fli Jllm
i ' r.v.'.'ifj .ii.d, .yixi, rattu-r tr.t is riirn again,
' "! right Kami of God, who
... ..,-..'. M nvfia for us." Komnns
v.ii . "I.
I hii H the Inst sermon I shall ever
,.p -:i -h." s .aid ehr.stums Evans on the llith
. i .1 in.--. 1 !::s. Three days afterward he ex-jiT'-.t.
1 do not know what his text was
i i:t I know that no man could choose a bt--.rt'i.-m.
though he kni-w It Was the last
:i:th lie sin mid ever irnoch than the subject
.'ivind in this tixt.
I'.uil Mnmr this challenge of the text to the
v.-t i'f nil ..sia.-tical and civil authority,
i! f.-ir-'.l ni-itliiT swords or lions, earth nor
iit-il. l'iiwli tian slew uncounted, thousands
mi.U-r his administration, and the world has
i.i'.'m full or persecution, but all the perse-.-.
it.. rs of the world could not a(Tris?lit I'auL
Was ft 1k'i-iusi he was physically stronii?
i ih. n . 1 suppose he was very much weak
. n.sl l.y exp..s,i. and maltreatment. Was
it 1 mis.- he wr.s lacking In Sensitiveness?
No. Y.hi tin 1 tho nmst delicate shades of
: ' pl-iyi-iir in an 1 out his letters ami
- tii."i:-. S.nui, of his communications
Inr-tinto t:,r. What was It lilted Paul
into this triumphant mood' The thought of
a Saviour dead, a Saviour risen, a Saviour
i!t. 1. a Saviour intereediatf.
All tin-world has sani; the .rase of Prin
... -s Alice. One child having died of a con-t-i.'loiis
i!toae, she was !n t'ie room where
r was ilyinir, nnd thocourt physU-lan
-nd t N-r, "You must not breathe thel.renth
..." tii.s ,-hiKl, or you yourself will die." Hut
-f.-iii th cliild mourniui? because of the
.i...iin of her brother, tho mother stooped
i:..wn an. in sympamy Kisseiitno little one.
e 'uiu-ht the disease nn l perished. All the
w.Ti.i s tiie heroism and the self-sacrillee
I rm " .Mi -e. but I have to tell you that
v.'ii. n .. ir race v;is clyinu the Lord Jesus
-i .opi .l .Iowa anil pave us the kiss of His
er.:.s:;ti love and perislied that we mh.'ht
i iv . "It is c iirlst that died.
i 'an vou tell me how tndi!T heartei Paul
could llnd anything to rejoice at In the hor-
ntil" death scene ot calvary We weep at
funerals ; wear" sympathetic when we s w a
stranger dio ; when a murderer steps upon
the scnnold wn prav or his departln ' spirit.
.inl how could Paul the irreat hearted Paul
-Hn.l nnMhim; to be pleasml with at the
funeral Of a God? B sides that Christ had
i.nlv r-'arlv died, and the sorrow waa fresh
in the niemcrv of the world, and how in the
'r-'sh memory of a Saviour'sdeathcould Paul
Ih' exultant
It was l.eeausc Paul saw in that death his
own deliverance and the deli venn-c of a r ico
From still worse dis.ister. He saw the pap
into whir h the rai'O cost pl.ini.-c. and he saw
t' e Medina hands oi Christ close it. The
flittering steel on the top of the execut'on
i i's spear in liissipht Vin lled into a tor -h to
li ;ht men heavenward. The persecutors saw
over the cross five words written in Hebrew,
ireck and Latin, but Paul saw over thecross
of Christ only ono word ''expiation !" He
I'.-ard In the dylnij croan of Christ his own
irroan of eternal torture taken by another.
Paul said to hims-'lf. "Had it not been that
'hr.st volunteered in mybehalf, thos- would
bave been my muui"-l ban Is and feet, my
cashed side, my crimson temples."
Men of preat physi.-al end'irnnce have
sometimes earricl very hca"y burdens 3fK
pounds. 403 pounds and they have Mill
Mild ".My strength is not yet tcste.1. rut
on more weight." Put after awhile they
w. ro compelled to cry out ; ".Stop! I can
carry no more." Put tho bur'.en of Christ
was" Illimitable. First, there was His own
burden of humrer and thirst and bereave
ii"iit nnd a thousand outrages that haw
J -n heaped upon Him, nnd on top of that
urden wen the sorrows of Ills poor old
snother, and on the top of those bur.lenstlio
rimes of the rufl'.anj who were executing
Uim.
'.utop !" you cry "It is cr.oUTh. Christ
can bear no more.' And Christ s ivs, ''Roll
.n more burdens : roll on Me the sins of this
entire nation, and after that roll on Me the
sins of the inhabited earth, and then roll on
Me the sins of the 400 years past, so far as
those sins have been forgiven." And the
anpels of God. seeimr tho awiul pressure,
cry "Stop ! He can bear no more." And
the blood rushing to the nostril and lip seems
to cry out "Enough 1 He can endure no
more." Put Christ says : "P.oli on a greater
burden, roll on tho sins of tho next 11)00
years, roll on Me tho sins of the succeeding
ngiw, roll on Me the agoui.-fl of hell, ages on
ages, tho furnaces and the prison houses and
the tortures." That is what the Plble
means when it says, "Ho bore our sins and
.carried our sorrows."
"Sow," says Paul, "I am free. That suf
fering purchased my deliverance. Go 1 never
collects a debt twice. I have a receipt in
full. If God is satisfied with me, then what
do all the threats of earth nnd hell amount
to Uring on all your witnesses," says
Paul. "Show all your force. Do your worst
against my soul. I defy you. I dare yon.
I challenge you. Who is he that condem.
eth Jt is Christ that died." oh. whar a
strong nrgumcut that puts in the hand of ev
ery Christian man ! Some day all tho prt
Bins of his life come down on hi-n in a liery
froon and thev noun.l away at tb gate of
his soul, and they say : "We have come .or
rour arrest. Any ono of us could ovcr.-ome
you. Wo are 10,0:.'0 strong. Surrender.
And you open the door, nnd Uig!" Iian ;ed
and alone you contend against that troop,
lou fling this divine capon into their midsf.
Yon scatter tUoee sins as quiet as you ea
think it
"It is Clirlst that died." T hy, then, brln
Tip to us the sins of our past life' hat hnv
wetodowith those obsolete things? lo
know how hard it is for a wrecker to br;n.
up anvthing that is lost near the shore of tn
s. a. but suppose something be lost half w.i;
between Liverpool and New York. It can
not be found t it cannot bo fetched up
'ow,"savs God, "your sins hnvo been casi
Into the depths of tho sea." Mid-Atlantic
All the machinery ever fashioned in foun
dries of darkness and launched from th
doors of eternal death, working forlO.OJl
years, cannot bring up one of our sins for
given a: 1 forgotten and sunken into th
depths oi the sea. When a sin is pardoned
It is gone. It is gone out of the boo!;s , it b
gone out of tho memory : it Is gone out of ex
istence. "Their sins and their iniquities wil
I remember no more."
From other tragedies men have come away
exhausted and nervous nnd sli!cpless, but
there is ono tragedv that soothes and calms
and saves. Calvary was the stage on which
i wo enncted. tho curtain of tho night fall
ing at midnoon was tno drop scene, thf
thunder of falling rocks the orchestra, nupel?
In tho galleries and devils In tho pit the
spectators, the tragedy a crueillxlon. "It is
Christ that died." Oh, triumphant thought
If you go through tho picture gallery oi
Versailles, you will find a great ehang
there. 1 said to a fri-nd who had l.oeu
through those galleries, "Aro they as the
were before tho French war" and I w:
told there was a great change there , thnt a
that multitude of pi.tnr.-s which represents.
Napoleonic, triumphs had been taken uwhj,
and In the frames Wfro other pictures rep
reeentntlve of German success and victory.
Oh, that all the scenes of Satanic triumph In
our world might be blotted out, and tlia
the whole world night be a picture gnller
representing tho triumphant Jesus ! Dow.
with the monarchy of transgression ! V
with tho monarchy of our King ! Hail ! Jesus
hall !
But I pinst give yon the second cause o
Taul's exhilaration. If Christ had staid in
that grave, we never would have gotten out
of it. The grave would have been dark nnd
dismal as the conciergerie during the reign
of terror, where the carts came up only to
take the victims out to the snafToliL I do
not wonder that the ancients tried by em
balmment of the body to resist the dissolution
of death.
The grave Is the darkest, deepest, ghastll
est chasm that was over opened if there be
no light from the resurrect ion throne stream
ing Into It, bnt Christ staid in the tomb all
Friday night and all Saturday, all Saturday
night and a part of Sundny morning. He
staid so long in the tomb that Ho might fit it
for us when we go there. Ho tarried two
whole nights in the grave, so that He saw
how important It was to have plenty of
light, and lie has floodod it with His own
glory.
It is early Sunday mornlne. and we start
np to and the rave of Christ! w.todtta
moln r -nil mldtn the dew, andtheshru"
w,?W, , f the ,oot crU8nes hn. What a
beam, ul place to be buried In! Wonde,
J.Jnot.tr""'Chri8t M W"U when He
riZ-.l ,, . !,UOM tnat He Is dead.
Give the military salute to the soldUers who
ftani pnardin the dead. But hark to the
v . "a. " lomoBpins down the
" arm oi an anirel. Come fc
V JefjUS, from the darknnsa ntnlh. 1: . . J
Come forth and breathe the
Joseph's earden.
irom tne darkness into the snnlit-lit !
perfume of
nh"Wme9 ,5rth "ant. and as ne step,
OUt Of the Clmvntlnn V,
down into the excavation; at. i iA the d
tanee I see others coming hand in hand an 1
iroop aner troop, and I nnd It Is a lou pro
oussion of the precious dead. Among tnora
are our own loved ones father, mother.
brother, sister, companion, children, coming
np out of the excavation of the rock nntU
the last one has stopped out into the light,
and I am bewildered, and I cannot under
stand the scene until I see Christ wave His
hand over the advancing Drooession tron ,
rock and hear Him cry : "I am the resur-
rveiion nu'i the me. He who helieveth in
Me, though he wore dead, vet shall hn liv "
Vnd then I notice that the long dirge of tho
world's woe suddenly stopsat thearcliangolio
ihout of "Come forth !"
Oh, my friends, if Christ had not broken
Dut of the grave you and I would never come
out of it ! It would have been another case
of Charlotte Corday attempting to slay a
tyrant, herself slain. It would have been
another case of John Drown attempting to
free the slaves, himself hung. It would have
been Death and Christ in a grapple and
Death tho victor. The black flag would have
floated on all tho graves and mausoleums of
the dead, and hell would have conquered
the forces of heaven and captured tiie ram
parts of God, and satan would have como to
coronation in the palaces of heaven, and it
would hava been devils on tho throne an
sons of God in the dungeon.
No I no ! no I When that stone was rolW
from the door of Christ's grave, it was hurled
with such a force that it crashed in all tlu
griva doors of Christendom, and now th
tomb is only a bower where God's children
take a siesta, an aiternoon nap, to waive up
in mighty invigoratlon. "Christ is risen.
Hang that lamp among all the tombs of mi
dead. Hang it over my own resting place.
Christ's suffering Is ended , His work lc
done. Tne darkest Friday afternoon of the
world's history becomes the brightest Sunday
morning of its resurrection joy. The Good
Friday of bitter memories becomes th
Easter of glorious transformation and resur
rection.
Vc nirmmln? Mint, dry every teat
For ynur dep-ir.e I Lord.
Pe'iol.l t--e plA.-e. H in not hera.
The rnmh I -.11 uabarret.
The cates of .teal fc were cl-Met tn vala.
Tas bord U r..n Ilo lire. vala.
1 rive yon the third cause of Paul's exhll
ar it ton. We honor the right hand more than
we do tho left. If in accident or battle we
Trust lose one hand, let it be the loft. The
left hand being nearer the heart, we may not
lo mu.'h of the violent work of lifd with that
hand without physical danger, but he who
has the right arm in full play has the mightl
st of all earthly weapons. In all ag.'S and
in all languages tho right hand Is the symbol
of strength and power an I honor. Hiram
sat at tho right hand of Solomon. Tlieq, we
have the term, "Is he a right hand man."
Lafayette was Washington's right hand man.
Marshal Ney was Xapoieon s right hand man.
And now you have the meaning of Paul when
he speaks of Christ who is at the right han i
of God.
Tnnt means He is the first gnestof heaven.
He has a right to sit there. The hero of the
universe! Count His wounds, two in the
feet, two in the hands, one in the side live
wounds. Oh, you have counted wrong.
These are not half the woun Is. Look at the
severer wounds In the temples. Each thorn
an excruciation.
If a hero comes back from battle, and he
takes off his hat or rolls up his sleeve and
shows vou the sear of a wound gotten at
Ball's Bluff or at South Mountain, you stand
in admiration at his heroism and patriotism,
but if Christ should make conspicuous tho
five wounds gotten on Calvary that Water
loo of all the hips Ho would display only a
small part of His wounds. Wounded all over.
let Itim sit at tne rignt nana oi o'u xie ima
a right to sit there. By the request of Gol
the Father and the unanimous suffrage of all
heaven let Him sit there. In the grand re
view when the redeemed pass by in cohorts
or splendor they will look at Hun and shout
"Vietory :"
The oldest Inhabitant of heaven never saw
n crrander dav than the one when Christ took
His plnee on the right hand of Oo.L Hos.m
na ! With lips of clay I may not appropriate
lr utter it, but let the martyrs under the altar
throw the cry to tho elders before the throne
and thev ean toss it to the choir on the sea of
glass until all heaven shall lift it somo on
point of scepter, and somo on string of harp.
and some on tne up 01 iuu grw.-u uiouiofc
Hos:inna ! hosnnna 1
A fourth cause of Paul's exhlllratlon
After a elergvtnan had preached a sermon tn
reward to the dories of heaven and the
Bi.len.lors of the scene an aged woman said.
"If atl that is to go on in heaven, I don't
fcnow what will become of my poor net
Oh, my friends, there will be so many things
going on in heaven I have sometimes won
dered if tho Lord would not forget you and
em !
Perhaps Paul said sometimes : "I wonder
God does not forget me down here in An
tioch, and in the prison, and in the ship
wreck. There are so many sailors, so many
wavfarers, so many prisoners, so many Heart
broken men," says PuiJ, "perhaps God may
forget me. And then I nm so vile a sinner.
How I whipped those Christians! With what
vengeance I mounted that cavalry horse and
dashed up to Damascus I Oh, it will take a
mightv attorney to plead my cause and get
me free." But Just at that moment thore
came In upon Paul's soul something mightier
than the surges that dashed his ship Into
Melita, swifter than the horse he rode to
Damascus. It was the swift and overwhelm
ing thought of Christ's intercession.
My frlonls, we must have an advocate, t
poor lawyer is worse than no lawyer at all.
We must have one who Is able successfully
to present our cause before Ood. Where is
He? Who is He? There is only one ad
vocate tn all the universe that can plead out
cause in the last judgment, that can plead
our cause before God in tho great tribunal.
Sometimes in earthly courts attorney
hnvo specialties, and one man succeeds bet.
ter in patent cases, another In insurance
cases, another in criminal cases, another in
land cases, another in will cases, and hii
success generally depends upon his sticking
to that specialty. 1 have to toll yon thai
Christ jan do many things, but It seems to
me that His specialty is to take the bad cas
of the sinner and plead It beforo God until
He gets eternal acquittaL Oh, we must haw
Uim for our advocate.
But what plea can He make? Sometimes
an attorney in court will plead the innocence
of the prisoner. That would be Inappropriate
forus. We are all guilty! guilty! Lnclean!
unclean! Christ, our advocate, will not
plead our innocence. Sometimes the attor
ney in court trl. to prove an alibi. He says :
This prisoner was not at the scene. He was
n some other place at the time." Such a
pie' will not doin ourcase. Tho Lor 1 found
us in all our sins and In the very place of our
L.iquity. It is impossible to prove an allht.
Sometimes an attorney will plead the insanity
of the prisoner and say he is irresponsible ou
that account. That plea w.U never do in our
case. We sinned against light, against
knowledge, against the dictates of our own
consciences. We knew what wo were doing.
What, then, shall tho plea be?
The plea for our eternal deliverance will
be Christ's own martyrdom. Ho will say:
"Look at all these wounds. By all these
sufferings I demand the rescue of this man
from sin and death and hell. Constable,
knock off the shackles let the prisoner go
free." "Who is he that condomneth ! It is
Christ that died, yea, rather tnat is risen
again, who la even at the right hand of God,
who also maketh intercession for us."
But why all this gladness on the faces of
these sons and daughters of the Lord Al
mighty? I know what you are thinking of.
A Saviour dead ; a Saviour risen ; a Saviour
exalted j a Saviour interceding. "What."
say you, "is all that for me?' All, all!
Never let me hear you complaining about
anything again. With your pardoned sin
behind you, and a successful Christ pleading
above you, and a glorious heaven before you,
how can you be despondent about any
thing? "But," says some man in the audience, -'all
that la very good and very true tor those
who are Inside the kingdom, but how about
those of us who are outside?" Then I sav.
Come into the kingdom, como out of the
prison house into the glorious sunlight of
God a mercy and pardon, and como now.
It was in the last day ot the reign of terror
the year 1793. Hundreds an 1 thousands
had perished nnder the French guillotine.
France groaned with the rvrannies of Kolies
pierre and tho Jacohine Club. Tho last group
of suTerers had had their lo?ks shorn by
Monohotte, the prison barir, so that theneclc
might be bare to the keen knife of tho guillo
tine. The carts came up to the prison, tho poor
wretcnes were Diacea in tne carts ann driven
off toward the scaffold, but while they were
Kumg lowar i me scaiioid thera was an out
cry in the street, and then tho shock of lire
arms, and then the cry "Jtohesplerre has
lolled I Down with the Jacobins ! Let France
be free !" But the armed soldiers rode in
upon these rescun, so that the poor wretches
in tne carts were taken on to the scalTol.l and
horribly died.
But that very night these monsters of per
secution were seized, and Ilobespierre
perished nnder the very guillotine that he
had reared for others, a'l France clapping
their hands with Joy as his head rolled into
the executioner s basket. Then the axes of
the excited populace were hear 1 pounding
against tne gates ot the prison, and the poor
Srisoners walked out free. My friends, sin
i the worst of all lloliesplerr.s. It Is the
tyrant of tyrants. It has built a prison
house for cur soul. It plots our death. It
has shorn us for the sacrifice ; but, blessed
lie God, this morning we hear the ax of
God's gracious deliverance poua ling agit'nst
the door of our prison.
Deliverance has come. Light breaks
through all the wards of the prison, devo
lution! P.evolutionl "Wheresin abounded,
grace does much more abound , that where
as sin reigned unto death even so grace may
reign unto eternal life through Jesus Christ
our Lord." Glorious truth ! A Saviour dead .
a Saviour risen : a Saviour united ; a
Saviour interceding !
rias and TMiSTi,e;f
NO faiiU-U nrter
can be haiijiy.
Piety Is
re.
Union with
1U
coat o(T.
r.ATTu: are
thoughts In
elsted upon, .
Kveky lie has a
truth on lta
track. :
V iie.i tho
Lord borrowd lie
pavs cood Interest
y?tt ftro not pleasing God r.iieu we,
pro unhappy,
Ti-'n moro Gu.T truth Is opbov-d
tho mors It sprcaJi.
fiEitrj tho mirnln nro wronjj tho
rellifloti is not ric h-
Ir will not giva uj a:iy favor wlta;
QoiTto play at religion. (
JTo MAX can tell ho'.v much R would,
laKs to mauo nutiTicn.
Tna ritfht kind of a smils never
Surt a prover msetltur.
The Christian who winks lit bin
will soon ho to:io Mind.
It you want the Lord to ubo you,
ttop woarlnj alonj face.
VuQPLn who aro always clvln nd
rh'e seldom II ico to tako It,
RtosisiJ tho rrea'her will
nirtko hell nny tho less real.
flop want every man to live
lermon beforo ho preaches It.
Ir is not tho blfc'ccst pipe In
jrtfim that are used tho most.
not
hU
tho
You know tho character or a man
when yyn know what ho love,
Tbo only way to plow a straight
furrow Is, to stop looking bat-.
"Whore tho plants aro tho bluest
th grapes of Canaan are the sweetest
The nnn w!m r:;rn froin troublo
will nt'.ci' llnd lime to sioi an I rest
Gor can !o reat thlnua with any
man who will always do his prayerful
heiit
To forget God s cooflnons U as
wlckid as to break I III command
menu.
No man will ever loso hl oul bo
cause Ood did not glvo him Hirht
enough.
WiiEBxrxn tho gopol Is faithfully
preached, somo body Is going to be
Hero It
A UAsnsoMTt Biblo on tho parlor
tablo will not keep tho devil out of
the bouse.
The Lord Is never able to do nine!
with a preacher who Is proud of his
own head,
TriB troubles we talk about to' ono
another grow. Thoso wo talk about
to God die.
Tnn mot clangorous thin you can
3o U to decide to livo another day
without C'hrl.-it
No mam who faithfully follows
Christ will go tohcavon alono. Others
will follow him
Vauglit Tno Whale and Wire.
Ono of tho whalorocn on tb
ichnoner La Xlnfa has a litt'e rol
mance. Ills namo is TCUlman Stevens
unj no has bcon a sailor on coasting
Tenols for several years Ten months
ago ho foil In lovo with a pretty and
estlmablo younj lady tit Yaqulna
Ha. Stevens wanted to get nmrriod,
but bis funds were low, s it was ar
ranged betwoen tbo two lovers that
Wlliinni should go on a whaling crulo
nd 00 bis return tho nuptial knot
should b tied. 1
William came Uown on tho next)
steamer, but found that sailors who
had never been on a whaling voyago
were regarded its greeu bands; nr.d
that wbon old-tlmors woro clamoring
for a cbanco to ship a now man had
very llttlo show. Ilowover, Stevens
porseverod, and persuudod Co.pt
Worth to take him on "Whltelaw's
whaler, tho schooner La lnfa. Tbo
green band proved the mascot of tho
trip, and be killed tho only two
whales taken on tbo voyage, Thoy
were big follows and produced 3,000
pounds of bone.
Stevens has consequently come Into
funds, and more funds than usually
fall to tho lay of a whaleman. To
morrow ho leoves on tho steamer
Willamette Valley for Yaiulna Bay
to get niarrlod. San Tranclsco
"2h.ro n Ida.
Moderate lamentation is the riht of
the cead.
Some poople'a eyes are a regular pair
of stares.
A doubt Is the lieaviest thing man
ever tried to lift.
Every man believes he carries the
heavy end of the loir.
What is mind? No matter. What Is
matter? Never mind.
here never was found any pretended
conscientious zeal but It was attended
BP
with a spirit of cruelty.
AH AUTUMN CAMEO,
Southward
Duds are flying;
Summer's dead.
Overhead
The leaves are dyin;.
Changed from living green ts)
Russet red.
Westward,
Red lights glowing
( Through the trees;
And the breeze.
O'er spice fields blow in -Brings
a breath of tropics
Over seas.
Northward,
Clou 1 banks flyin
Cold aud gray.
All the day
The winds are slghit g
For the sunny southland
Far away.
Eastward,
T'injs of morning
Freshness bear;
And the air.
The valleys scorning.
Brings from dewy hill-tops
Odors rare,
-iouf I'hillips, tn Harper's Bazar,
AT ALFORD'S CABIM
ET J. L. UAHBOUR,
Al ford's Cabin was tho namo of t
stage-coach eating station, half-w.n
between two thriving Rocky Mount:.. c
mining towns. It was kept by Mrs.
Nancy Alfcrd, a small, r'.t.ry and ex
ceedingly active woman who claimed foi
herself the distinction of having crossed
the plains with an ox team in S'J, and
the lurther honor of having been the
urst white woman to enter Fuirplaj
Uulcb, in which her jabin stood.
Ilcr husband's grave, over wbicn the
snows of tbne winters bad drifted, wa
under a clump of stunted and gloomj
piucs up tho xoaj slope of (he mount
ain.
There were two little grassless and
sunken graves beside that of Aunt
Nancy's husband. In one of them hei
little ern of live years bad been laid, and
in the other her boy of six.
"I aint never been back to the States
since I came out here, and I never expeel
ro go dow; all that l care lor in this
world is up there," Aunt Nancy would
say, wita a wave ot her hand toward the
pines under which were tho three graves.
The caoln was a long aud narrow one
story structure of three rooms. Its ex
terior was dreary, and without tho sug
geition of the brightness and comfort
within save from the turkey-xed calico
curtains with white lace boarders, and
tho flowering plants at the four front
wladows.
The immediate surroundings of fht
cabin were dreary and cheerless; nothing
could be done to make them lets so it
that rocky and barren region with iti
early acd late snows.
ut within, things were very differ
ent. "Aunt Nance AlforU's csbin,"
"Aunt Nance's grub'' and Auut Naucc
herself, were topics on which the stage
drivers discoursed until Aunt Nance. 'i
fame had spread far and wide.
She was a short, slender and wiry
little woman, about fifty years old. She
always wore a plainly ruado starched
Calico grown, with a white apron tied
around her waist, the strings in a neat
bow la front
A scowy-whito handkerchief was al
ways pinned around her throat, and no
one ever saw her when her dark-brown
hair, but little touched with gray, was
not brushed to a satiny smoothness.
One day in the early spring, Jnck
Hughes, one of the stage-drivers, brought
Aunt Nance a letter from the nearest
postaffice, eight miles distant. Letter:
came rarely to Aunt Nance, and they
always filled her with pleasurable excite
ment. This was in a large brown envelope,
and Aunt Nance drew out a photo
Liaph with the letter.
She glanced at it engcrly, and saw the
face of a youog aud delicate girl of per
haps fifteen years.
"Who in the land can she be?" said
Aunt Nance. She unfolded tiie letter,
glanced at the signature and read it
aloud, " 'Your affectionate niece, Marcia
Merrick.' "
'I declare I'd most forgot I had such
a niece." said Aunt Nance. "But, oi
course, she's my sister Lucy's girl,
Lucy's Dane is Merrick. I ain't heerd
from her for two years. It's time some
of 'em was wrltin'."
She sat down aDd read the letter
slowly, her eyes filling with tears as she
read. She wiped them on a corner of
her apron when she had finished the
letter, aud said to Hate Doolcy, her
help:'
'It's from my sister's girl. My sister
is dead, and so is tor husband. 1 ueir
girl, Maicia, seems to be all alone in the
world, and not very strong, she wants
to coma out and stay with mo awhile.
acd try this mountain climnto for her
hia.th.
"Well, sho on come; I'll make her
more than weiiume. Its many a year
s nee I see any of my own folks, and
it'll do me good to see somebody right
ftoai New Hampshire, with the Doolitt'e
blood in her veins. I was a Dool.ttle,
Kate."
She read the letter again. It was well.
written, and stated briefly in addition to
the tews which Aunt Nance had already
cemmuuicated to Eate, that the writer
as nearly sixteen years old, and that
she would have her own living to make,
(or her parents had left her little more
than enough money to take her
Colors lo.
It her aunt was willing to receive her.
ahe would come with somo friends who
were soinj as far as Denver in a few
weeks; and if the cliinite proved help
ful, she would look around for somo nay
of supporting herself as soon as she nad
groaru a little stronger.
"We'll talk about her supporting hcr
't'f when there's occasion for her to do
t" said Aunt Nance, as she folded tire
.cttur and restored it to its envelope,
ine took up tho puoio.'iaua and
joked at it loir' and lovingly.
"She's a Doolittie, out and out," she
iid. "She has tho reg'lar Doolittle
,-ne. and her grandfather s chin right
iver ain. She's downright purty; she
.ks like her ina, and Lucy was the best
H.in' one of our family. But she
ldn't writo a word a'jout her brother
i wonder how that is? Lucy had two
liildieo
The next I'n-e coach going toward
the uast from Aunt Nance s cabua car
ried a letter from Aunt Nance to hetj
aiec.9-
Three weeks later tho stage coach
came whirling up to Aunt Nance's door,
and Jack Hughes called out, when he
saw Aunt Nance at the open door
"Light load to-day, Aunt Nance.
Only one passenger, and I guess she's tho
one you're looking for."
A young girl, her plain black dress
and hat covered with dust, stepped to
the ground. Aunt Nance embraced bei
warmly.
"You're sister Lucy's Marcia!" she
exclaimed, excitedly. "I know without
asking. You'ro a reg'lar Doolittle, aud
you don't know how glad I am to seo
you."
"Yon don't recly look right strong,"
Aunt Nance said, while Marcia was eat
ing tho elaborate dinner prepared ex
prcesly for her. "But, la! my dear,
you'll look like another girl after a sum
mer up here in the mountain air. I've
(.ot a nice, gentle saddle horse that x.v.i
can riJo 'round the canons on, and I'll
take you over to the hot springs for a
month, later in the summer, Ob, you'll
have roses enough in your cheeks, and
be so plump you won't know yourself ia
three months I"
Then she suddenly asked in a softer
tone, "Wlicro is your brother David,
Marcinl"
Msrcia's smile gave place to a painc.l
and troubled look.
'I don't know, aunt," she said.
.Don't know! Why, how is thatt"
'It is moro than a year since we have
heard anything from David," said Mar.
ci i, Taaa she added, 'That is oue
reason why I wanted to come West,
Aunt Nanny, besides what the doctor
told me aoout my health. I think
David is out hero. I did not write
anything about it, for I thought I would
rather tell you all about it myself. I
thought you might understand tho ttory
better, and feel more kindly towards him
if I told it to you."
f. It was a brief and sorrowful little
story of a boy'a waywardness that she
told, not an uncommon story of a natur
ally well-disposed boy being led into
wrongdoing by evil companions, and
finally runniug away after bringicg dis
grace upon his home,
"AH we have kmsn for nearly t.vo
years is that he is out in tho West. We
he irj unce of Mi being in this State. If
I could only flud blml lam sure he
could jet be saved. Ho is so young,
not yet twe'-ity."
'I'll help you find him," said Aunt
Nance, earnestly. "We'll begin at
onco. I kno.v all about the stnze-
d rivers about here, nnd people iu nearly
all the mountain towns. If he's any
where io this part of the Slate, we'll
find him, dear! Merrick ain't a common
name."
Tiie mountain summer soon came on.
in all its soft aud tender beauty. Mar
cia lived out of doors much ot the time.
She rodo on horseback down into the
grassy gulches, or far up to the mount
ain summits, where tho snow lay iq lit
tle patches throughout all tho summer
days. Soaa the color came to her
cheeks, her thin shape grew rounder and
fuller.
Tho cL'M of tho nineteenth of
August was ono long reiiioiv.bered by
the dwellers on that mountain side, aud
by those in tho gulch below. Thi-y re
ferred to It long after .vurd as "the time
of tho big storai.''
"I never see such a storm a? this ia all
the years I've lived in the mountains,"
said Aunt Nance, as the night came oa
with a terrible roaring of tho wind
through tho canons.
Few travellers spent the night ot her,
cabin, and there was no one thcro that
oight but Aunt Nauco, Marcia and Kate
Dooley.
At nine o clock the wind abated its
fury. At ten it had died away so that
no sound was heard but tho pouring ot
tho rain. Marcia and Kate Dooley went
to bed.
It was eleven o'clock when Aunt
Nance, rising to go to bed, stopped sud
denly, threw up her head and listened
intently.
The ram was failing softly now, and
high above its gentle sound she heard a
voice shriek out as il In mortal terror.
Then ahe heard men's voices shouting
wildly.
"What in the name of wonder is go
ing on up thcro on Taylor Mountain at
this time of niht? she asked of herself,
ts she hurt led to a door and looked out
into the darkne-s.
She heard the cries ropeated, and they
seemed nearer now. She had heard
cries at midnight before in that wild
snd lawless region, and she knew what
too often tbey foretold.
'Dear, dear! she said, with more of
irritation than of fear in ber voice, "I
wonder when this country s ever going
to get so folks'll live as if tbey was civi
lized I There's mischief going on up
there I I saw them Taylor Mountain
boys whisnering together and looking
savngo when they wero down h ere to
iv nnilnn tn Wi
dinner to-cay.
that?"
The rear uoor room had opened sud
denly, and been closed in eager haste.
Aunt Nnnce turned quickly. Before
her, his back to the door, his hands
spread out upon it as if he would hold
it against all resistance, stood a listless
an costless young man, his clothes
drenched and tattered, his lace ashen
pale, his eves wild and staring, while his
slender form quivered with fear.
"Oh, plise como in and shut that
3oorI" he cried, stretching out one baud
imploringly. 'They're after me those
men are! Can't you hide me? I haven't
done what they say I have. Hide met
hide rue I"
Aunt Nance slowly closed the door,
but seemed to hesitate.
"Ma'am," said the young man, Tt
lieau wild for a long time, but I ant in
noccut of this wrong, and if you'll help
save me I'll live a right life frotn this
moment. I'll go back home to-morrow
back to New Hampshire I"
"New Hampshire?" Aunt Nance
caught eagerly at tho words.
She closed the door, walked across
tho room until she stool within a foot
of the trembling fugitive, and looked up
into his face, her own heart beating
mildly.
"Aro you from New Hampshire?" she
asked, slowly.
"Yes, yes oh, are they coming?"
"From what town?" she asked,
eagerly.
"Tho town of Rockingham."
"Now tell me your name, quick I"
"David David Merrick!"
Ebo took his wot checks between het,
hands and drew his face down to hers,
tvhiie she kissed him soothingly.
"I thought so I thought so, she
said, with her arms arougdhUneck
"You've the Doolittle eyes. David.
Lon c Do alraid.
The door ot Marcia's room had oncned
suddenly, and she stood there with a
shawl thrown lightly around her. ThJ
next instant she erica out: 1
"Oh, it's David my brother David !"
The tramp of feet was heard outside.
Tiie look of amazement on the bov's
face gave place to ono of terror, and
Aunt Nance said, quickly:
"Uo tn there with your sister, David V
A moment later six or seven rough,
looking men filed into the cabin. Aunt
Nancy knew them every one. She met
them standing with her back to the door
of the room David and his sister ha
entered.
"Ho come in here, didn't he, Aun1
Nance?" said Joo Haskin, the leader ol
the crowd. " .Vo seen him, and ws
want him. Not, didn't he como ia
here!"
Aunt Nance replied fearlessly, "I don't
toll lies, and I won't tell one now. He
did come in here, Joo Haskin. He's ia
here now, and what's more, he's going
to stay in here!"
"Do you kuow what him and another
feller done?"
'I tcither know nor care," replied
Aunt Nan6e, boldly, "but I know this
you men aint his judges. Vengeance
don't belong to you it belongs to
Uim!"
She pointed upward as she spoke, anl
then she added, "You can't lay your
hands on that boy to-night. He's ia
this room behind me, and you are six oi
eight m&n to one woman, but there's not
one of you that'll lay your bands on me
to move me from this door.
"You wouldn't, Joe Haskin, when you
remember hov I walked three miles in
tlio worst snow-storm we had la;t winter
to nurse you back to life and strength,
when you was at death's door with pneu
inony. "You wouldn't, Hi Sau'icrs, when I
hnd you brought right here and took care
of you myself when you b:td that broken
leg last fall,
"You wouldn't lay hands on the
woman who closed your wife's eyes in
death less than a year ago, Tom Lecsom.
Every man of you has set nt my tablo
agin and agin, with or wit'jut money
it made no diilcrecce.
"Touch me? Why, I don't believe I,
myself, could keep you from using that
ropo you've got outside, on the mau
who'd hiy routr'a hands on Aunt Nines
AlforJ."
"No, yru couldn't," snid Joe riaskin.
"louro nht wed make mince-meat
of him! Au' if vou'ro coin' to stand 'ore
that door and "
"I am," inteirupted Aunt Nance, "and
there aint no other way into the room,"
She wave 1 her hand lightly toward
the open door, "Good nyiitl" she
said.
They went out into tho darkness.
Before noon the next day Joo Haskin
rouo up to Auut Nance's cabin. Sue
went to tho door, and ho did not dis
mount.
"Well," ho said, "if things don't turn
out queer sometimes ! We got after tho
wroncr fellow, sure enough, last night.
X0U6cc, there s been a garg of cut
'.hroits and hoss-thicves lurkin about oa
Taylor Mountain. The boys got tired ot
em, aa last ni.-nt taey toox after a
:oiiple of the sneaks.
"It seems t';at this young fallow told
tho truth whea he said be didn't belong
to 'em. Ho was wandering along oa
his way to Ea-le CliiT, and took refuje
from the storm with some o the gang.
"The guilty ones was caught this
morning down in Deer Gulch, and they'd
tho grace to say that the young fellow
with 'cui didn't belong to their gijng. If
you've got him in your cabin jit, you
sort o' 'pologize to 'im for the little in
covenience we put im to last night, an'
say that we'll do any thin' we can foi
him, no .v't he's out o' bad compsey."
Ho was dono with bad company from
that day forth. Tho pra-nUe ho had
mado in his terror he kept faithfully, al
though he did not havo to go back to
New Hampshire to keep it.
Invading lines of railroad have driven
tho lumbering old stage-coaches and
their jolly drivers to other parts of the
mountains, anl there Is now a little
brown railroad statioa on the spot where
the cabin of Aunt Nanco stood.
It is a dinner station, famous all along
tho line; and if you travel that way, you
would bo likely to be met at the door by
a tidy and talkative old lady, who would
be no other than Aunt Nance herself,
whilo David and Marcia Merrick, in
homes of their own, may bo found in
the prosperous little town but a few
miles distant. Touth'$ Companion.
ARCTIC AI-PLIANCES.
ISOEXIOUS COOKINO Al'l'ABATUS IiEVISEB
FOR DR. XANSEX'S EXPEDITION.
The remarkably comprehensive oil
cooking range hero uinstratea is i
! Tirominent feature in Dr. Nanson's oat
nt lor nis poiar vovbrus. ueu it is
remembered that the ranjo in ques
tion will be dnring that period practi
eally the only means of cooking for
the entire party, it is evident that the
applianco Hhonld be as perfect of ltj
kind as lugcnaity ana good workman,
ship can make it.
Solidly built in stont copper, with
asbestos linings where necessary,
the rantro is so constructed as to
enablo tho processes of roost-
ii
PR. NANSF.N 8 COOKDtn RVNGE.
ing, baking, boiling and frying to
go on simultaneously, ana aituougu oc
enpying considerably less than a
square yard of room will cook snffi
C'ent substantial food for 25 persons.
Dr. Nansen's party consists of himself
and 12 men.
The heat necessary for the cooking
is produced by a compact oil lamp so
contrived as to be of an immense
power and inserted in the range nnder
such ingenious structural conditions
that the fnmes of the oil can nnder no
circumstances touch the food which is
being prepared. Stoves similar to
those nsea in the range will be em
ployed for heating the ship.
&!A i i,
A WOilD TO THE BUaY AVOMAN.
UEB PACE MAT BFCOME TOO RAPID
yolt TIKB BEST GOOD AND)
DEVELOPEMENT.
In a paper on " Vocatl. ni," a voirn-.
suggestively says: ''Tne fashionable
sin of to-day among woman, whatever
it may be, Is not idleness. To a etudoni
from Norton or South Hadley, Weilos
ley or Smith, Idleness is simply an im
possibility. If years of thorough u e -ttiodie.nl,
intellectual training hiva not
formed haldla and tastes for work, they
hive resulted in nothing.
'The lazy woman tn a wrapper,
yawning half a day over a novel, may
still exist in stories; out of them ahe is
not orten foun I. The rer.llty and con
trast Is atrlmly-dreve-1, qu!ck-steppii g
little lady, calling early Kt ttie bu i'l:
rr'sand grot er's considering the o n
omies of beffa'ejk and s'rawberrie;.
preparing ihi cust3rd ard salad tires-
nag, encou-ait ng ifridget lo oe neat
and f.klllful by precei t and exa-nple
and this only as abeglnningto t:ie busy
dav which she set for l erelf."
It Is due to the won an of to-day th it
her all-round capability shoul I be ms'.
tioned. There was a tirr.e when. If she
wore a good housekeeper, rhe was
nothirg else, or, if she pinned hr lm
rels to charitable work, her family was
slighted. The end-of-the-centur w
man U skilled m many things and ex
pert in at least one.
The writer of the raper goes on to
sound a note of warning ag ilnst worn to
lecorainj "busy, bustling, anxious
creature?, whoso lives are marred if n.t
wasted by a i-ort of overpro Iticivenes.
They, she says, " shoulj read the Ie
ron of the lotiis tre"; they should even
stand beside th3 peaceful-eyed cow and
mark how sho chews the cud of gentlo
red 'C'.ions" and so en.
In ma ty ways tho hint of reaction Is
obvious in t'.io magnificent spurt woman
has taker.; she Is wi. ling tj listen, in
the rosujI or prouress to which she
hearkens diligently, to an occasional
sermon on the text, ".Slake baste
iloly.
I'll 12 LEGEND OF ITI E AUBUTUS.
"Some time ago,' says the Univcr-
iity Jieview, "Congressman Belknap
related, one nigut at the Washington
Cosmos Club, tiie following legend of
the trailing arbutu?, which be hear 1 i l
the lodge of an aged Indian chief on the
shore of Laie Superior.
"Here, iu this country, grows to
perfection th it deare t and sweetest tf
all wlld-!h wr?ra, the arbutus the plant
that the most tkillful florist cnn t
cause lo grow In hot-house or garden.
There are two things the learned
white man does not know the In iia-i
and the arbutus. From time to time,
sitting by the camp-fires In the evenluj
1 have been told of the creation of
animals and birds by the great M tnna
toosho atd his captains, the Manitous.
And this Is the legend of the origin or
creation of tha arbutus:
"Many, many djooi.b ago there lived
an ell man alone In his lodce beside a
frozen stream in the forest. His locks i
and beard were long ind while with
ago. Hs was, heavily clad in tine tu.s,
for all the v.oil.1 w.is winter snow and
ice everywhere.
"The wluds went through the forest,
ce ircbtng every no.'k and tree for blida
to chill, chaslcg evil spirits o'er bill
and vale; and the old man went abcut,
vainly cearching in the dtep snow fr
I i ces of wool t keep up the fiie in bis
lolg.
"In despair, be returned to bis lodge,
and. Billing down by the last few dying
coal3, he cried to Ma:mab.03ho that be
uiieiit not eiuh. And the wirds blw
seide the door of the lodge, arid there
ci:ma In a most beautiful maiden.
"Her cheeks were ie.1, as If made of
wild-ro?es; her tyes were large, a".d
glowed like the iv s cf fawns at night;
her lmlr was long and black as the
raven's feathers, and it touched tho
ground as she walked; her l ands wire
covered with wlllo v buds; on her head
was a wreath of wild-flow era; l.er
clothing was of sweet gr tsses and ferns;
Ir.r moccasins were wh to llllts. an.
when she bteatl ed, the air of the lodge
became warm.
l'lie old man said, My diughter, I
am glad to see you. My lodge is o ld
and cheerless; et it will f-h'eld you
rrom the tempesls of the night. T.n:
tell me who you are, that you dnre to
come to my lodge In such strange cloth
ing. Come, sit here and tell ma of thv
country and tby victories, and I will
tell Hue cf my exploits, for I am a
Manlton. I hlour n y breath, and the
waters of the river stand still.'
"The maiden answered, I breathp,
aud the Cowers sprlnz up on all the
plants.
"The old man said, 'I shake my
lock", and tnow covers all tne ground.'
i shake my curls,' rejoined the
maiden, 'and warm rains fall from tho
clouds.'
lien I walk about, the leaves Tall
from the trees. At my command, the
anima's hide in their holes In the
'round, and the wild fowl get out of
the ater and fly away, for I am
Mar.ltou.'
The maiden made answer, 'AVhen I
walk about, the plants lift up tl elr
heads; the trees cover their nakeJntsi
with many leaves; the birds come bacir,
and atl wh see me sing. Music is
everywhere.'
"And thus they talked, and the Mr
bee imo warm in the lodge. The ci 1
u.an's head dropped upon his breast.
and be t-lept. Then thesun came back,
and tiie blu.b'rd came tot'ie top of tie
lodge and cilled, Say-ee, I am thirsty!'
snd the river called back, 'l am rret :
tome and drink!'
"A s the eld man slept, the maiden
passed her hands above bis head, ar.d
be began to grow small; streams of
water ran out of bis mcuib,and soon be
waa a small ma.-s upon the ground, and
his clothing turned to green leaves.
"Then tne maiden.kneell-ig upon the
ground, tcok from her bosom I he most
precious white flowers and bid tliem
about under the leaves, and, breathing
upon them, said:
I give thee all my virtues and my
sweetest breath, and all who s'ioi.1 '
pick thee shalt do so npon benued
knee.'
Then Hie maiden moved away
through the woods aud over the plait:?,
and all the birds sang to ber, a ad
wherever she stepped, and nowhere
else, grows the arbutus.''
There has not been a total eclipse c f
the sun at London since 1140, except
that of 1715, acd Trofessor Holden sn
there will n"t bo another until alter the
opening of the twenty-first, century.
Russ'a cot.templat s build in? w!iat
will be the lergcst electric railway m
tbe world; it will run from St. Tel. n
burg to Archangel, a distance of 45 1
miles.
THE IDEAL UOSXE SS.
Some of ns aro fortnnato enough h
have met and been entertained by tin
Ideal Hostess in her own house. All
o' ns would likn to imitnte her in cm
own homes. Very few of us can do so
but in a sort of despairing adniiratioi
v o would like to make a httlo study ol
her methods.
Yes, metLods; for as unrcly as grape
do not grow npon th rns, tho Lrilh.ia
itnccesse8 of onr Ideal Hostess, are no
Hie refuit of accident. An "evening"
at b(T house is full of charm not t
ono alonp, or to somo specially favored
clique, but to all of her guests. Here
ar-j fireybead and Goldilocks; the
d' tint tntr, and tho still young womar
who h is begnn to fear that she is get
ting jnyxrf ; the litteralonr, the hnsi
no s man, and men of the learned pro
fessions; tha college nndcr-gra luate,
aud tho young man whoso ambitior
never ran in that direc'iin, and bote
single and married l.ulies of ctrtatc
and nnccrtnln ages and hnlits !
tlinnght. There ate perhaps between
for:y and fi'ty persons in all, and oue
mijjht expect to fiud some discontentec
ones in the diversity.
Not at all. Lib-ten to them as thej
leave tho houc!
The youngster who 1ms never had ar
"evening out" before, is ravished be
cause Mrs. Charming has invita l him
to como naia. "How often do yon
think it would bo proper for mo to gc
next Wiuter?" ho asks confidentially
of the spinster aunt, whoBO escort he
has been on this happy occasion. Yet
Iu has not hero met for tho firsl
time some "nil enchanting fiir." II
is tho only charm of tho wholo which
has impressed him.
The spinster is also treading npor.
: a;r. She has met two persons whnir.
! sho lias long desired to know. She ha-
not merely seen them at a dis'itncv
pains have been taken that she Miould
have a few minutes convo:se with each.
Sho, too, feels that (-ho wi.-lu s it were
"proper" to go every evening nexl
winter.
A man whoso presence is much sought
for at Rojial entertainments of all s;rt,
and who is correspondingly diflicnlt to
secure for them, remarks to his wire as
he mounts the stairs of tiio L. on his
homeward way, "I haven't had such a
delightful evening for year. If we're
in the city next wiutor, do let ns come
as often as possil Ie;" while the wife re
plies, just as they reneh tho pUtlorm,
"Oh, if everybody's evenings wero like
this one, how delightful society wotilo
be!"
"As well try to dissect a soup bubble
ns to look lor the canso of all thii
charm," ssys another, blill under tiif
itilluence of tho f-pell.
Perhaps so, but it helps tiie wo.ild
bo blower of s-oap bubbles to kuow thai
a certain combination of soap, wuter
nnd air is necessary before ho can muke
bis bubbles; so we shii'l try to tin-l out
what aro the materials use I by onr
I leal Hostesi to mako ber "evenings"
so universally enjoyed.
T'ii.st. We judge, f-ho has carefully
studied the little material things which
go to making physical comfort nnl dis
comfort. Of a hot night her rooms are
as cool as they can be made, yet no
disagreeable draught.1! are fell, beeani-e
it is tho upper snshf s which nro shoved
down, and tot tho lower which nre up,
and the gss, instead of being al highe-d
flare, is turned low and shaded. Xhit
thoughtfnluess pervades all tiio minor
arrangements.
Knowing that sho cannot bo person
ally ubiquitous, our Ileal Hostess al
most seems so by rca6oa of the ablo
coadjutors whom her tact enlists to
help her cirry out her intentions of
"giving every ono a good time."
Three or four of th--so seittered about,
keeping tho ball rolling, ure of iui
menso advantage, ns everybody knows,
but only au l.lenl Hostess woald know
how to select them, and, having
selected, to keep them w. il in l.im I,
like so many talented voting Urig.idicrs
onrrying oat the wishes of the Con
niander-in-Chiof.
Terliaps tho greatest fccret of nil is
tho self-forgclfulnoss of this olmrniin ;
Commander. Her "evenings' nre not
hers, bat tliose of her guests, to .suc'j a
degree that nil feel miner obligation;:
to perform tho duties of hosts to nil
their neighbors in tho simo way that
tho privates in an army feel thut upon
each individually devolves n tlop.rue ol
responsibility for the success of the
whole.
Hei.es Evi r.i.soN Smith
RIGHTS
OF MA ft 1U ED
IN LOUISIANA.
AVOMEN
Judgo 11 T. Merrick, of New Or
leans in a letter to Myr.t Rradwell, edi
tor of the Ciertyo l.ttnl Vi', in re-
j ferring to tho property rights of mar
ried women in JiOuisiiins, sayn:
"The origiu of tlio ri.lit is cui ioin
to trace. The com inn n ty of 'ac.piets
nnd gain" did not exist id the K.imnn
law, and not prevail generally ii
France. It. was introduced by tlio
Frauks.a Oorman people who c. mpier
od certain French provinces, bo I h.i
possessed Paris nnd est iblihe l il there
as well as nt other places compi red
by them. Hence it was c.'1-..l the
'Custom of Paris.' About the fitli ecn
tnry A. I), tho A'i-i'ntlis, another
German raco. extended their con. pests
into Spam, especially into the northern
provinces, and e-tablisli d ihemselvei
thoro and finally became Mende. 1 wirii
th") pcoi lo of "the country, spcnlirg
t'ai ir lanKuai'O, after h.iviug iv,!a':'i ihc.l
a a part of the laws of tL-se provide
the ancient Gerninu ii.Btitutiou V.C iu t
and gains' in fuvor of their wivo.
This provision of certain of thn
Spanish provinces scttlod by the A lsi
goths was carried into tho laws pro
mulgated by the Spanish rulers for t "lie
government of the Juf'.ae, tiio connlrie--discovered
by Columbas.
Louisiana was first, ns von know,
settled by tho French, an 1 its lani
wero French, until 17ii!l. when it wa
taken possession of by tlio Spatnir.l--,
nnder O'Reily. The treaty of transfer
had been signed in 17c' i.
In 1703 tho French laws were i.':-ro.
gated nnd tho Spanish liws of the Id
ilians substituted nn l vr.uuu g ilo.l.
The Spanisii laws wer? the laws of the
territory when .Louisiana was Rcrji-ire
in 1S0:, and they aro tho basis of tin:
Louisiana code, au.l our j il-;cs nr.i
bonud to take jtt.lis.-i d notice of them,
while tho Frencli lans reipiire to b .
proven. Uenca Mth. Merrick, your
fast friend, becomes eaii;l..l to ono
half of all we have ma la during the
marriage, by virtuo of th settlement
of some rudo warlike A'lsioths in
Spain 1400 years ;o, who had civen
equal ri;;htn to their wives, who worked
iu the fields and wc.it to baltl ) nitli
them. It is but jus- to say t'lat for
may years the Eo iisiann law Inn givoa
the nsnfrnct of all tho commnnt y
property to the surviving fponso, wlii' i
tie or sho remains Mugle. The pr-c: :
ing is for your consideration an a luio
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