SSSmmm 1M, , ,,,tM- -. i,yr ., ; ; ' - - fpgifa jegjucl jags. i ggitMcan, si B. F. SOHWEIER, JTHE OONSTITUTION-THE DNION-AND THE ENFORCEMENT OF THE LAWS Editor amd Proprietor. VOL. XL VII MIFFLINTOWIN. JUNIATA COUNTY. PENN A.. WEDNESDAY. SEPTEMBER 20, 1893. NO. 40. 3 n " REV. 1)11. TALLAGE. cue Ki:o'!ir,v Diwxu'j sux- IAY SKUMOX. SuMoi-t- "Week Iuy ncllgloa.' TrTT: "" Prov.T! - p to ,l! '" ',y tcays acknoirlfljt 277m. r.. :i n tendency In all lands anj :irt rtiiin d.-iys, places and oo ;il religious service, and to nu'iltli ) realm in wiilch re v tomt. Now. whllo holv th:nk th it th it !' ' lijTion w day? sr. 1 p;i..s have thlr ns., thoyenn -.vt'itofor continuous exeroiaa BrViT I" (ith mid ir-ivr. In oth.T wtK n man cannot bo so Rood a Christian 01 Sa' iath that heenn afford to bo wor!'li"i- aii tip' woic. If a steamer start (or Soutlia-ni ton ati'l sail one day In that dl rMiou an 1 1!:" other sir days sail in other direction. h"W ',n- l-ofore the steamer will t to s 'in' "in; ton? Just as soon as the Jsan 1 1 :'-aven wll Satls d the Sab- Knth Jav t.nv.ir th.it which is good, and the othwsi'x 'lavs .if the week saila toward the worl.l, the tl sh an 1 tho devil. You cannot nso mu'h nt thii Sabbath banquet that you can afford r-lUlous abstinence oil the rest o( Gfimhi' s: irts. is not na attack of :;.-.reild until your tenth ie.nl your bones ache. mar-Vs oj steadily up n,- d.m rerous declivities; r r.a-tin ; hills crowned a-(io I may help me, to :i.:iy i ri ti our roli'-riou in- cb.il 1 nu 1 f G-'nii'i. l!l 1 :ii ill eve ever With th " Ipr.s . dh'.w v. u !i x v. a; to er'.inarv an 1 1 .h,n..s-v.-sl.-r iav. t.v ri 'ti'1'. it iu common, ;l:iv, to-.uorrow. t Kb I. ill tH" Gr-t 1 '. I r.-marir, we onirhf to'lTini.' r-li-'i ': ",ir "r linary coaversa- tioa. A .la.n . r .1 tatres are nib-!'., r,-' eartt'.'i'Jaico s-.va!'".v-pntotita!."iit t ie life. an'Mnthat .vn-, entmo In Hic:. taay be no r'ii-i'i that In pr irth'ii iiii 1 mo uc larea vil- i, a tSoutli Amerien ; a eity, Hnd peoile bM ua-.'-italiity of humaa1 rsation taint they ara as serviej when then at all. I have notice !ii Christian experienee 5lulio ni' n ta.i a it iuuerals an I death bcin an 1 h.-.irs a aa 1 tonuutouus and epi- tapu3. If a trart hav- t' e Ki;!na of the gospel In IU full p"vr-T in his u!, ho will talk chiefly liut this v .-; I an i t "1 eternal world an! very llttio e.":i;' ira'.i. !y about tho lnsiurj cint r-1" b"t-.v--n tiiis mi l that. Yet how lel.lo'n it is tint th r-li rion of Christ is a weli'OT.e thevi" ! If a man full of tho pospel of Christ j.'" i'.t a r.-i idioms circle and be pins te talB a' " :t s 1 t-1 things, nil the eon trpsitiou is ,;', I. and things become ex-cftstm.-ly Kin -it '.. As on a summer day, tb fur.'st full ..f ' M an 1 chirp and carol, ni.-lity eh r :s bird hrtrmonies, every ttineh 11a "f -t:i. if a hawk appears in tnesiv. ail t ' 1 " v s are hushed, so I have iom"ti'r.'si s. .-n 1 - : al eire'.e that profeisv. I to be Oiir.stm". sh" 1 -e 1 by the apparaujeof ta emit th" a o.' ii I an 1 reunion. Not. n.y fr.--:i !. if we have the religion ot Ciin?t in uur "il. we wili talk about it in an exiiiiarant ' 1. It is more refreshing than th wat'T. it is brighter than the sun shine, it k1v"s a n.au joy here and prepares bm for ev.'rn.-t:n happiness belure tho throne of li ' L And yet, if the theme of rl!irioa be hitre !u 'el into a circle, every ttiE? islien '.' i -slieneed unless perhaps an ut4 Christian man in tho corner of the roon. Iee:m ::.at soaietmnir ount l- Do mi. puts on" fo t over tho other an 1 sl-h3 keari'T an ! s ivs, "Oh, yes ; that s so ! ' My fri 'n is, t 1 r iii.-ion of Jesus Christ Is Bfl anm.fhifi' to be prninH-l flbrmt. huri jomctklns to taik about and sintr about, your uwirra llat'vl. i ne trouble is tnat mn pro-" vl V fessine the faith of the gospel are often so "ytnooriSUtpnt that they are afraid their cou- H vrsirion win n a uarmonize wun ineir iiie. . -ttmantf.l'vBc aeepelra: ssi3 V'e -ti-ve the tispel. 1 u will oiten una a man wnoseon trlifl3 fail of inconsistencies flilinr his cenversation v. iili such expressions as, ''We irmifralj!" s:i.ii"rs," "The Lord help ns," "lb Lor 1 t- you," interlardintr their tonT'rMti.in '.v.:!i sueh phrases, which are n.er'?nti:i-, aa l jautin. is the worst kind ofhypo-rlsy. . If man hav the p-ace of God in his heart dominant, re1 -an talii r"li;rion, and it will lm n.itar al, a:. 1 men. instead of beiuj re fulvd i it. wi.l b" attraeted by it. lo youj tot know t:., it wh-n two Christian peopht ti;k a? they : ht a' out tho things of Chrisff afl'l b-aveii ( 1 j i iv-s seoial attention, aii'll He writ's it iu. down. Malaehi m.t jtj, "Then th-y tint f.'ar 1 the Lord talked on to th otf.-r, a:; 1 tro Lor 1 hearkened and harl, nui ii 'jl reaiabran-.'O was writ-ten.- ; But I nsark r. .-i:n. we onirht to brini? th leiiirioa of J --s Christ into our ordinary eaipiorai.'r.N. ' j . .11 say, "that's a vervj pood theory f. r a in wiio manages a lar.?' baslnss. who r. i-r1 vt trafU'. wiio hobls ai (Treat est at it 1- a irran 1 thinir lor bankers Ml for hi r- r- 1 .it iu my thread nu I uee 4tefton. la ::. trimminc establishtneat, in cy lusis.ni:! "a:.t w r of life, you cannot (.p!yt!i'cr..:. 1 .s;.! prin-dples.- Who toil ya tliat.' you not know that a ta'lM leaf onir surface attracts Clod s tteati'.-s us ti;,iy as tri" path o.' a blaa lncian. an 1 ti. : i- ri.oss that erps up the id of the r ii aitra 'ts CiO'l s att'-ntlon asj oertaUiIy a tio-w.u niu' tops 01 Oregon plu a4L!n..a ' u. and that tho craeklins" ofanaib'r cu a eow's hoof sounds as kwliy in Gol s ir as the snap of a world's conJairratin:!, aa 1 that the most insinitl cant thini: In y r;;r lif" is of enough impors tan-f to attra't the att":itloa of the Lor.l 6odilni:?hty.' ! Mybroth-r, v -i aiinot be called todoanv-i fcin;!niusl..I;t:!..,V;t ' .,t God will help yoii lull. If you :ir- ri tisnermnn, Christ will Kanityyou as Ha ,li.l by Simon when hi dra"d r,. r.:.", i-ot. Are you a drawer oj ft n w:ii : . with vou as at the wel( firb wh.-a tai-:;:..- with tho Samaritan JtJIan. Ar" v. 'i a eu-tom house offleprS Carist win c;l:i v.jn ,,, jj,s ,u,i Matthew at tin flpt of liustoir. T:ie man who has only a ' tn his po-.k-t as certainly needs tlglon as hi w.:..r.itti" the keys of a bank " wM a s -,t. 1 .n a nun lre.l thousan.l aouars. profess thi r A- 1 yft th"re are men who :i of J. -sua Christ who do iji n of tho gospel into not brinj fh r ilr orlivirv may. There ar in who aw- 1Jrr Whrfr 1. t'.ii trymT-uit a. lato tbs B;.,r" protest T'-'A ' t'&rt. Tho 'Z'- Rations aul employ- i-.r -li' S of this day men it on the Sabbath who n;Tho week. A coua m :,os "ity, and lie goes y - Is of a man who nt has no graee in his H! tooetha'is. Mtarr.-s In t r.v: osm church for .' .;rv m-r-haut is swinlleiL 1 to o home that week On Sabbath he goes to isolation, an 1 what lshis "3ient to :in i mat the man who carries wounil th poor box is tlie v.tv one zhn fwlndlurf M kkil1la-k"c.-..V; m 80s h .r: ta Haon! ci'r'-f -i''ifa?the w-'.m(' " That man do. s n "Tdlhoa...t .1 1 j. vermin 1. The deacon :i now and looks solemn :iiig about that blessed ionSuaday. Worldin, t realize that God knows ii.ir he lias in his pocket, - ru-ht through tiio iron -af anil that the day ofi bj loj of his mon. iwiTMnt is CO.T.i:. hnf n thth nnr. ' Sitter h 1 v... .u.i. .1 ' mxtut g-tt-tii r;..h nn.l not h riiht "su leave tn-. it.ii . ""a end shall n f.e midst of his days, and a tool." jiut now many IV.T, ,!o not bring the religion of tUiv l- r r'''"''1'1 oocapaUot. They Jtonntrv in 51? -, wor!, am to go out to fight for ::e great contest, would tattling nt Troy or at a would go there to get ots. 1 hen you would ti... In 'a-n of the pnemr nn.l contenil "hj.'i Uuir'- -v ,w, Itake the Sabbnth herei " 0:1 l" '", oalv 1110 nrmory. bMtieof ior"tot-'": ' lulpped for the great Tuesdai w ' , n'' ,:i'lt hWefleld is Monday' fcttrdS n7!"-,-!V. Thursdav, Friday and "" AnH)..-n," and "St. Murtlas" not !r" r- "T nAt Ti'ort!l mnch if Wr,,l::l:' ' :t" A ser non is of ' iiiii .t carry it behind m l the plow. ThnSab value if it hist only 24 ! 1 one, "if I had a great ".. ;i""i'ito npp ientinn nil thai - 1 itust admit that the romance tort.-.:. ' ' '"at. Jf I could have 1 Pr" Ur'in I-nther, if I could r'nf T"'"1'" companion, if I liJ?JlyjJ hayeuTofllfa I ri,r .1 i " ' ol u lett " the world. Tho temples of Rouen have been chanowi nto smithiee. The claMl, manX, at Af nd has been cut tip into walking sticks r -d - -"her iVUe "J - uu 10 a well who is looking for great spheres and great scenes for action will not And theni. Ai ili- Alp! to ,cal0 there are IleUesponts to swim, and they are la corn mon life. It is absurd for you to siythatou If you do not serve Him on , small scale, you i StK?.n ,ar?,l- If you cannot Stan 1 the bite of a midge, how could you en dure the breath of a basilisk? K.,HMnat.ional.overament doPS nt think it bohttlingtoputataxonpinsaiil a tax on buckles and a tax on shoes. The Individual taxes do not amount to much, but In the aggregate U millionM and millions ol dollar. And I would have you,"bh Christian man. put ft high tariff on every annoyance and vexa tion that comes through your souL This might not amount to muoh in single oases, but In the aggregate it would be a great revenue of spiritual strength and satisfaction. A bee can suok honey even out of a nottle and if you have the grace of Go 1 in your you can tf ct "weetness out of that which would otherwise Irritate and annoy a. returned missionary told ma that a com pany of adventurers, rowing up the Ganges were stung to death by flies that Infest thai region at certain seasons. I have seen the earth strewn with the carcasses of men slain by insect annoyances. The only way to get prepared lor the great troubles of life Is to conquer these small troubles. Suppose a soldiorshould say, "This is only a skirmish, and there are only a few enemies I won t load my gun ; wait until I get Into some great general engagement." That man Is a coward and would be a coward in any sphere. If a man does not serve his country In a skirmish, he will not In a W aterioo. And if you are not faithful going out against the single-handed misfortunes of this life you would not be faithful when great disasters with their artillery came rolling down over the souL This brings me to another point. We ought to bring the religion of Jesus Christ into our trials. If we have a bereavement, if we lose our fortune, If some great trouble blast like the tempest, then wa go to God for' comfort, but yesterday in the little annoy ances of your store or office, or shop or fac tory, or banking house, did you go to God for oomfort? Vou did not. My friends you need to take the religion of tho Lord Jesus Christ into tho most ordi nary trials of your life. You have your mis fortunes, you have your anxieties, you have your vexations. "Oh," you say, "they don't Bunpe my onaracier. suioe 1 lost my cniid. since I have lost my property, I have been a very different man from what I was." My brother, it Is the little annoyances of your life that are sourin? your disposition, clip ping your moral cnaracrer ana making you less and less of a man. ' You go Into an artist's studio. You see mm mating a piece of sculpture. You say, !' hy don t you strike harder?" With his hiallet and his chisel he goes click, click, click ! and you can hardly see from stroke to Mroke that there is any impression made upon the stone, and yet the work is going on. Yon tay, "Why don t you strike harder t" "Oh!' fie replies, "that would shatter the statue. I must make tt In this way, stroke by stroke. And he continues on by week and month juntil after awhile every man that enters the ktu Ho is fascinated. ' W Well. I find God dealing with some man Tie is shaping him for time and shaping hire, tor eternity. I say, "O Lord, why not with one tremendous blow or calamity shape that (man for the next world?" God says, "That "a rm the way I deal with this mac i It Is stroke nfter stroke, annoyance after annoyanon, lr titntlon after irritation, and after awhile ha -jwili -fee-done and a glad Bpectacle for angola f Xot by one groat stroke, but by tea thou sand littio strokes or misfortune are men Kitted ror nwaven. lou know that lar gj for tunes can soon be scattered by being paid out fn small sums of money, and the largest estate pf Christian character is sometimes entirely jost oy tnese smau aepieiions. ' We must bring the religion of Jesus Christ to help us in thos9 little annoy ances, vo not say that anything is too insignificant to aiToct your character. Hats may sink a ship. One lucifer match may destroy a temple. A queen got her death by smelling of a poisone I fose. The scratch of a sixpenny nail may give you the lo?jaw. Cjlu.nbus, by pskiug for a piece of breai an 1 a drinx of fwater at a Franciscan convent, came to tho discovery of a new world. An 1 there is a great connection between trifl-s and im mensities, between nothings and every things. Do you not suppose that Go 1 earns for your insignificant sorrows? Why, my friends, there is nothing insignificant in your life. How dare you take the responsibility of say ing that there Is? Do you not know that the whole universe Is not ashamed to take care of one violet? I say "What are you doing down there In the grass, poor little violet? Nobody knows you are here. Are you not afraid nights? You will die with thirst. Nobody cares for you. You will suffer; you will perish." "No," says a star, "I'll watch over It to-night. "No," sava the cloud, "I'll give it drink." "No " says the sun. "I'll warm It in my bosom.' Ani then the wind rises and comes bending down the grain and sounding its psalm through the forest, and I say, "Whither away, O wind, on such swift wing?" and it answers, "I am going to cool tho cheek of that violet." And then I see pulleys at work in the sky, and the clouds are drawing water, and I say, "What are you doing there, O clouds?" They say, "We are drawing water for that violet. And then I look down into the grass, and I say, "Can it be that God takes care of a poor thing like you?" and the answer comes up, "Yes, yes. God clothes the grass of the field, and lie has never forgotten m9, a poor violet. Oh, my friends, if the heavens bend down to such in significant ministry as that, I tell you Goi is willing to bend down to your care, since Ho is just as careful about the construction ot a spider's eye as He Is in the conformation of flaming galaxies. Plato had a fable which I have now nearly forgotten, but it ran something like this : He said spirits of the other world came back to this world to And a body and And a sphere of work. One spirit came and took the body of a king and did his work. Anotherspirit came and took the body of a po it and did his work. After awhile Ulysses came, and he said: i"Why, all the fine bodies are taken, and all the grand work is taken. There is nothing left for me." And some one replied. "Ah, the best one has been left for you." Ulysses said, "What's that?" And the reply was, "The body of a common man, doing a com mon work and for a common reward." A good fable for the world and just as good fable for the church. But, I remark again, we ought to bring the religion of Jesus Christ Into our ordinary blessings. Every autumn the President of the United States and the governors make proclamation, and we are called together in our churches to give thanks to God for His goo'lness. But every day ought to be thanks giving day. We take most of the blessings of life as a matter of oonrse. We have had ten thousand blessings this morning for which wo have not thanked God. Before the ulght comes we will have a thousand more blessings you will never think of mentioning before God. We must see a blin 1 man led along by his dog befora we learn what a grind thing it is to have one's eyesight. We must see a man with St. Vitus's dance before we learn what a grand thing it is to have the use of our physi cal energi'S. We must s-o some soldier cripnle I, limping along on bis crutch or his empty coatsleeve pinned up. Ix-foro we learn what a grand thing it Is to have the use of all our physical faculties. In other words, we are so iitupid that nothing but the misfor tunes of others can wake us up to an appre ciation of our common blessings. ; We get on board a train and start for Bos ton an 1 come to Norwalk bridge, and tho "draw" is off and crash ' goes the train. Fifty lives dashed out. We escape. Wa come home in great excitement and call our friends around us, and t.hev congratulate us, and we all knell down and thank God for our escape while so many perished. But to morrow morning you get on a train of ears for Boston. You cross that bridge nt Nor walk ; yon cross all the other bridg-: you grit to Boston in safety. Then yoir" return hsrne. Not an accident not an oUifin. Ac ,h?k-1 In othnr vnnl. . , . " t "ewui to oe more grate fnl when 50 people lose their lives and you off than you are graterul to God when vou all get off and you have no alarm at alL Now. you ought to be thankful wjien you es um oc'deat. h more thankful when Hey all escape. In the one case your grati Uide is somewhat selfish s in the other it is more like what it ought to be. O 1. these common mercies, these common blc-ssmg, how little we appreciate them and t WU we lorget them! Like the grazing with the clover up to iu eyes. ox like picmng tne worm ont of the furrow -never thin iing to thank God, who makes he grass grow and who gives life to every living thin from the animalculiu In Ihe sod to t.ie seraph on the throne. Tuanksgiving on the 2, th of November, In the autumn of .he year, but blessings hour by hour and day by day and no thanks at all. I compared our indifference to the brute, but peruaps I wronged the brute. I do not know but that among its other instincts it may have an instinct by which it recognizes lbe.livine hand that feeds it. I do not know but that Ood is through it holding commu nication with what we call "irrational crea :10a. The cow that stands under tho wil ow by the water eourse chewing its cud loons very thankful, an,l who can tll how much a bird means by its song? The aroma of the flowers smell like incense, and tho mist arising from the river looks like the smoke of a morning sacridce. On, that we were as responsive ' If you were thristy and asked mm for a arlnk and I gave you this glass of water, your sommon instinct would reply, "Thank you." Knd yet. how many chalices of mer -y we get hour by hour from the hand of the Lord, our Father and our King, and we do not even .hink to say, "Thanic you." More just to men than we are Just to Go t Who thinks of thanking God tor the water gushing up in the well, loaming in the cas cade, laughing oyer the rocks, pattering in the shower, clapping its bands in the sea? Who thinks to tnank God for that? Who thinks to thank God for the air, the fountain of life, the bridge of sunleains, the path of ound. th. twst bin on a hot summer day? Who thinks to thank Ood for this wonderful physical organism, this sweep of vision, this jhlmo of harmony struck into the ear, :his crimson tide rolling through arteries ani reins, this drumming of the heart on the march of immortality? I eonvbrt myself an 1 I convict everyone of you while I say these things, that w. ire unapnreeiative of the common mercies of life. And yet If they were withdrawn, the heavens would withhold their rain and the earth would crack open under our feet, nnd desolation and sickness and woe would stalk across the earth, ajjd the whole earth would become a place of skulls. Oh, my friends, let us wake up to an ap preciation of the common mercies of life. Let svery day be a Sabbath, every meal a sacra ment, every room a holy of holies. We all have burdens to bear , let us cheerfully bear ihem. We ail have battles to tight ; let us lourageously light them. If we want to die right, we must live right. Ton go home an I attend to your little sphere of duties. I w.U go home and attend to my little sphere of duties. You cannot do my work ; I cannot do your work. Negligence and Indolence will win the hiss of everlast ing scorn, while faithfulness will gather its rarlands and wave its sc ptre and sit upon its throne long after tne world has put on ashes and eternal ages have begun their march. NEWS IX BRIEF. rigmics were once numerous in Iceland. Very fu'l cheeks indicate great di gestive powers. Artibtic coflins are nowadays made out of wood pulp. K. O. riummer, civil encineer. says that Mount Tacoma is fifteen thous and feet high, just one hundred and two feet higher than Mount Whitney, sup posed to be the highest in the United States. Many small animals eat their own weight in food a day. An iron railway lasts sixteen years; a steel one lasts lorty. One man out of every four is trou bled with defective vision. Guinea pigs allowed to roam freely in a iiousu win seep away ruts. tleetiicitv trave s about 90.000 miles a second luster man light. A Western paper savs warm weathe accelerates the growth of whiskers. The financial crisis in Spain has se- rioncly reduced railroad trsflie. so that neurly all lines are badly crippled, and some nave been forced to oiler new is sues of bonds on the market. Wool warehouses in Bradford. Enar and, are being fitted with e'ectric cranes supplied with current from the city mains, xiyuraniic cranes were former ly used. A new thing in the surgical wor d is a curious brass button recently designed by a surgeon for the purpose of joining together two ends of an intestine that has teen cut. The total tonnapre launched in Great Britain in 1893 was 1,300,142 tons. Kansas farmers have discovered that kerosene will kill chinchbngs also the corn. Teleiihonemeter is the new instru ment that registers the time of each conversation at the telephone from the time of ringing up tho exchange to the ringing-off signal. A thousand millions of the animalt culae found in stagnant water do no- collectively equal the size of a grain of eanu. Horses are said to be particularly fond of tne skin of the banana. By means of the electrical current it is now possible to produce a higher temperature than ever before. It is stated that the effects of im prisonment are fur severer, bodi y and menta'iy on women than men. A bit of chewing-gum lodged in the throat of a four- year-old girl in Fargo, North Dakota, and caused her death. A barber in Brooklyn, N. Y., gives af ree hine with every shave. The letters in the various alphabets of the world vary from twelve to 202 in number. Among the industries of the United States that of paper making now holds fifth place. A Texas man was driven insane by swallowing a live frog while drinking from a spring. The common frog can change its color, to some extent, it harmony with its surroundings. France has more persons over sixty years of age than any other country; Ireland comes next. A farmer in Estell. Ky.. owns a young chicken which has four legs and five wings. In Aliddle San.tiiiieifl, 1'enn., mere s a chestnut tree the trunk of which rufatuTtS nineteen feet in circum- ft recce, breast blgb. The wine cups of the Assyrian, were shaped like onr sanccrs and were of aerate, other Bemi-precious stones gold and silver. Heaven's gift is the imagination that flashes its way where reason often pain fully gropes. Tbe only failure a man ought to fea is failure in cleaving to the purpose he sees to be best Dead men tell no tales, but the ones who write their obituaries often do. A DAMASCUS IflGHTIlfGALK. BY CLINTON SCOLLARD. On the crimson edge of the eve, By the Barada'a rlutcltke flow, - When the shadow shuttle begun to weave And tbe mountain aim to blow. With the light of the niKht'i first star, Ai tho' it were dumb too long. There bunt on the ear a wondrous bar From s iplrii dowered with song. And swift It swelled to s strain That rippled and rose and ran Through every chord of Joy or pain That throbs in tbe heart of man. It told of love lightening life And of sorrow's bitter breath: It pealed a piean of peace from strife And of triumph over death. And I knew it for God'i own bird A prophet voice in the dark; The budding stars In the heaven heard. For they could not choiKe hut hark. Then the worn earth hid its face And dreamed Its drritm of the dawn; The voice of man wai stilled for a space. But the bird sang on and on. 77ie Independent. LEARNED A LESSON. Little Mrs. Millett could cook, but ihe '-did not like to." -'She knew how lo sweep and dust, make beds and do U the work connected with housekeep ing, but she "detested housework." she liked to read more novels than were rood for her. She was fond of making l&ncj work more than she could pos bly use and she delighted iu putting Dn a new dress and spending a half day W a whole one with some of her nu merous friends. Now if Jack, Mrs. Millctt's husband, bad been a rich man, Clare's way of ipending her time, though foolish and larmful enough, would not have been to disastrous to her domestic happiness; but Mr. Millett was only confidential clerk in a wholesale house, and the bulk of the money he had saved be fore marriage had gone to purchase snd furnish the live-room cottage to which he brought his bride. More than a year hud gone since that event, nd his bank account had notincrased, while his thoughtless wife showed 110 eigns of settling down to the study of domestic economy and the premier care of her house. ' Jack had lofty ideas about marriage, and he thought his visions were 6hared by Clare when he wedded her. To do the little woman justice, she thought so too. She found, however, as others have, that it is one thing to have views before marriage, and another to carry them out afterward. Mrs. Millett had been petted and spoiled nil her life, ex cept that her father had insisted that she should be taught housework thoroughly, possibly because ,of certain memories connected with his own mat rimonial history, so in spite of pelting and spoiling, Clare was an efficient housekeeper. ' She was not long settled in the little cottage before discovering that it is easier to cook some dishes everyday in the week than to prepare a variety, that it is easier to neglect work than to doit proper'.'. Jack grew accustomed to hearing at breakfast, "Get your dinner at a restaurant to-night, Jack dear, I'm going to sjiend the afternoon and evening with Madge; you can come after me early." He usually went for her as instructed and generally brought her home to a disordered house, " because you know, Jack, I was in such a hurry to get away I didn't have time to straighten things up." Jack was a patient fellow, and very fond of his wife; still he gradually le gan to wonder if getting married is tho wisest thing a young man can do. One morning he looked over the not remarkably neat breakfast table nnd said: "Clare, we have had ham and eggs, and bread and butter and coffee, ten mornings in succession. "Well, what of it? she sharply swered. For Clare was growing table, as Jack was growing silent an-irri-and morose. "Don't you know a man tires of the same thing every day in tho week?" "I don't see why you should, I don't. I have what you have every morning." ' "Yes, but you eat what you please all day, and I, confined in the store, have nothing but a sandwich until night." "Oh, nonsense, Jack! There's no need of being so fussy. It's a jicrfect nuisance to plan something different for each meal and I dislike to cook." Jack was irritated by her careless dis regard of his wishes; he said: "I wish I had known that before wo were married, then." "Indeed! We wouldn't have been married, perhaps?" "Ferhaps." And more out of tem per than he had ever been since the wedding, Mr. Millett left the table and the house. Having satisfied herself that Jack had gone without kissing her good-by, Clare proceeded to weep in the most ipproved fashion. Now, Mrs. Millett was not a fool, though she had acted like one. She was indolent and selfish. She needed waking up, and a next door neighbor did ihe work. Coining softly in through the kitchen Aunt Jane Bigelow found the young wife in tears. Aunt Jane was one of those people who always tell you all the disagieeablo things people say about you "lor your own good. ' "Humph! Crying? she said with a oiiiff, dropping into a chair opposite Mrs. Millett. That lady wiiied her eyes and sat up. "I didn't hear you knock," she said icilv. "No, I didn't knock; the kitchen door was open you're so keerless, Mrs. Millett and I walked in. Been, squabbling, I suppose." " hat right have "you to suppose any auch thing?" indignantly. " le needn t get mad about it; young folks generally squabble more or less. iind after what I heered last night it ain't any more than I expected." ;' hat aid you hear? with increas ing coldness. Clare was angry, and her blue eyes fairly sparkled. "Sakes? Ye hev got a temper, bevn't ye?" I shouldn't tell ye if I didn't think it was for your own good." " hat was it?" in a tone that tarred the dishes. 'Why, I heered last night up to Biadstreets' sewing society met there, ye know tnat your nusoana saia 11 he'd known before he was married as much as he does now he'd thought twice afore tying himself to a woman that hates to cook and likes to gad." "Who told you this reroArkablel story?" demanded Clare. Her face was very pale, but there was not a tremor of the childish lips to show how cruelly she was wounded. "Why, Sarah Ann Jewel heered hi.n tell her brother so." "Eavesdropping!" scornfully. "More'n likely. Sarah Ann's a spick and span housekeeper, ye know, and they do say she'd have been Mrs. Millett if it hadn't been for you. I jest thought soon as she told me I'd come over and tell ye, and it might save ye trouble, for ye do like to gad about and read them trashy novels and sich like when ye'd a sight better be doing your work, and there ain't no man going to stand it long without saying something, and I thought that " Clare was on her feet and holding the door opened. "Miss Bigelow," she said, in a clear low voice, "will you kindly go home and not come to my house again until I invito you?" Aunt Jane's face was very red as she flounced through the door, stopping long enough to say: "I guess your poor husband has more to bear than he told Tom Jewel." She was gone, and Clare sank in a heap on the floor, sobbing: "Oh, Jack, Jack, how could you?" A woman cannot cry forever, and presently her innate common sense as serted itself. She sat up and began thinking more earnestly than she hud ever thought before in her twenty years of li'e. At length her face showed that she had made some resolution which was speedily acted upon. Springing to her feet, she hastily ojiened every window in the cottage, letting the Septepiber sun stream in upon the dusty carpets. She paused in every room to look around. The prospect was not pleas ing; dust on the furniture, litter on the floor, cobwebs in the corners, fly stacks on the windows, dirty dishes in the pantry and kitchon. Care shuddered. "I must have been blind. This house shall be cleaned before Jack gets home, but I have not time to do it alone." Ten minutes later, Mrs. Millett was knocking at the door of Meg Kiley, who, with her stout daughter went out scrubbing. "Oh, Mrs. Riley," said Clare, out of breath in her haste, "can you and Bet come and help me clean house to-day? I want to get it all done by night. There are only five rooms, and all on one floor." "Do the carpets come up, mem?" "Oh, dear, no! Just to sweep and wash windows and woodwork, you know." - Mrs. Riley said she and Bet would cotne.. So it happened that an hour later Aunt Jane, peering through the morning-glory vines around her back porch, saw Mrs. Millett's house-cleaning in progress, and remarked to tho Cat: . . . "Secnis't I did her good if I did make her mad." The women were gone by five o'clock, leaving the cottage delightfully clean. By six, Clare had prepared the nicest dinner that her own wit and the wisdom of the cook book could evolve. Then there was just time enough to slip on a pretty dress, smooth her hair, and meet Jack at the door with a smile that cover ed a woeful heartache. He bent to kiss the pretty face lifted to his, but In-fore he could put into words' bis regret for the harshness of the morning, Clare, who had plenty of tact when she cared to use it, was speeding away to the kitchen, call ing back as she went: "Dinner is ready when yu arc." Mr. Millet went to his room. Every thing was in perfect order there as else where. Fresh towels and cool water were ready, and the mystified Jack marvelled, having been in the habit of filling the pitcher atthepumpand hunt ing up a towel before making himself ready for dinner. Clare was strangely silent when they sat down to the table. She was very tired, and the more she thought of what Jack had said to Sarah Ann Jewel the more it hurt her. "The house looks like anew one," Mr. Millett remarked Udween mouth fuls of rare beef. What have you done to it?" "Oh, swept and dusted a little," non chalantly. "Don't vou think it was needed ?" "I guess it was," he rejoined, add ing, "I have not had a dinner like this for six months." Mrs. Millet's face flushed. "I'll try to give you another as givid to-morrow," she replied brightly, but then was ni.it if ul quiver in her voice at the last. Jack rose suddenly and went around the table. "Clare dearest, I was a brute this morning. Forgive me." The little woman laid her head on his shoulder as he knelt by her, and sobU'd hysterically: "Oh, Jack, it isn't that I deserved that but how how could you say such a thing to Tom Jewetr" "As what?" wonderingly. "That that you wouldn't have mar ried me if you had known I hated housework." The young man's face darkened. "Who told vou such a preposterous lie." "Miss Bigelow." "And where did that old meddler get it?" "She she said that Sarah Ann over heard you." Jack thought a minute, then he laughed. "Darling, I didn t say that about you. It has hurt me because you neglected your work a little anddidn't seem to con sult my wishes; but I would nt have said that to an outsider, as you ought to know. That remark was one Hal Har low made to me once. You remember the trouble the Harlows had because she was such a flyaway sort of a wom- "Yes." "Tom was telling me that they have separated, and I repeated that remark of Hal's in his own words. I suppose Sa lah heard so much of the conversation and no more. Why, dear little wife, don't you know I would never speak disrespectfully of you?" "Not even if I deserved it, Jack?" "Not even if you deserved it." Mrs. Millett said softly: "Jack, dear, I've been a neglectful, careless wife; but, if you will forgive me, I won't do it any more." Then they ate their dinner. . nil i iiwiii.hiiii One day, puttingasidepridenndanger, Clare went to the fence while Aunt Jano "Vas lucking currants. "Miss Bigelow," she said, "won't you come over and see how nicely I keep house now?" "Huh! Got over your tantrum, have ye, Mrs. Millett?"" "Yes," with a smile. Aunt Jane came over,"not bein' ono to hold malice," as she said. As it was near dinner time, she was asked to stay; whereupon Jack improved the oppor tunity to explain his unlucky remark to Tom Jewel. "Dare say Sarah Ann knew you wasn't talkin about your wife," commented Aunt June, "slie's that jealous." Clare bad learned her lesson, and to day there is no better kept house in the town than hers, no more contented wife than she, nnd no happier husband than Jack. THE SPIDER AND THE FLY. tow at Yellow Jacket Prevented a Walk Into the I'arlor. The act of taking a fellow's part, r helping to defend him against an merny, Is not confined to man. Searly all of the lower animals have ;hls particular Instinct, says a writer n the Philadelphia Timc3, but it Is, believe, an exceedingly rare occur rence to find a creature of one order pitching in," as tho boys would 6ay, tnd exerting his efforts In behalf of a :reature of another order. It fell to my lot not long ago to witness an act Df this kind. Outside a grocery storo there stood a sugar barrel, emptied if its contents. There was one particular fly near the bottom of the jutide of the barrel, and right be lde him stood a good-sized yellow jacket. All of a sudden a great, gray spider hurried out of his web and srel straight for the fly. In another moment the fly was in his yrasp an 1 a struggle began. Tho fly tried so h ird to get away that ho must have attracted the attention of, tho yellow jacket, for that worthy turned around and looked right at the contestants. Then as quick as a Bash he flew into the fray himself, and the spider found that he had two enemies to deal with. The yellow, iacket seemed very careful not 1 1 hurt the fly, but It was a "caution the way he put It to the spider. At last the spider released his hold on the fly and directed all his efforts t i subduing the yellow jacket Then the battle began in earnest. Ti;no and aaln the spider sunk bis fangs Into the yellow jacket, and time and again was he pierced through with his enemy's terrible 6word, the fly all this time buzzing over the head's ot the two combatants. Finally tho spider, unatlo to withstand tho thrusts any longer, gave up the gbost and died. The yellow jacket stung him once more and then waddled off with a torn wing and a wounded leg,' the fly following him. CARNEGIE'S HUMBLE ORIGIN. Began Life a an Attendant to a Station ary Engine. It is often asked In the Journals on both sides of the Atlantic whother Andrew Carnegie's family Is not con nected with the Scotch nobility. Not at all. His father was a weaver In ANDREW CARNEOIB. Dunfermline, who took his family to tho United States In 145, when 4 Andrew was 10 years old. Tho lad be.ran life us an attendant to a stationary cnrne; later he took up telegraphy, and was employed by the I Pennsylvania Road as telegrapher and clerk ti the superintendent of telc frarih lines. The Courage of Impudence. There are many sorts of courage which both men and women would be better without, but, unfortunate ly, are not i There is the courage of imrjudence. It abounds to-day. it Is all the fash ion. If you want a thing and cannot get it In any other way, try impu dence that Is a receipt which U constantly being given in the papers. Then there Is the courage of Ignor ance. Not long ago I was in a rcom in which there was an eminent pianist. Ho played as, so far as 1 know, he alone can p'ay, ono of Chopin's masterpieces dowerin; Lis linger t'ps with the eloquence ol many vo ces. . Directly he had finished tho lads of the house went silling up to him. "Thank you so much. You should hear my little girl I do sj want you to tell mo what you think of her. For so small a child not yet learneti music two years we think she' wonderful." Bcforo the astonished virtuoso, whoso knowledge of English li not profound, could get a word in edgeways, there was a small child about 0 years of age planted on the music stool with "Ye Banks ant: Braes," with variation, opened out in front of her. In a self-suftlclcut little nonentity, who had "not yet learned music tw years," and who, naturally, had w music in her, the performance wa excusab'e, and It would bo too much to say that sudden death would havi been Its only adequate reward but in the presence of that famed musi cian! I do not know what he suffered I know what wo felt All the Yea; Round. Mrs. Frances Hodgson Burnett is t. leave Washington for a year's sojourn abroad. Much of her time will be spent in London, where she is well known in society; but in the autumn she wili make a tour of Egypt and the Holy Land. iijliaoimi Wn Mil uiiiiriii" TOLD IN AN IGLOO. Children are natural siory-tellers the world over. They delight in getting together and repeating the stories they have heard from others, and sometimes they invent very interesting tales them selves. This is true of the children of uncivilized lands. Where they have no books and no schools the boys and girls must do something to pass away the long hours of day and night, anil story-telling is popular. Night is the best time for story-telling, when all can gather round the household fire. The Indian boys and girls sit in the wigwams and tell stories of tho chase; the little ones of South Africa huddle in the kraals and tell about the strange things they saw in the great forests along the rivers; the Arab children congregate in the tents of the desert and listen to stories about the camel and the sand-storms, and the boys and girls of the Arctic circle flix'k to the igloos or ice houses and re peat the strangest stories that fall from the lips of children. The igloos of the far North are quite warm, although built of snow. They 1'X'k like beehives with a white roof. ut were you to enter one of them and rawl along the passage leading to the iain rooms of the dwelling you would nd yourself quite comfortable, for the Ice keeps out the cold. The walls are imetmics hung with the skins of bear nd deer, and a lamp made of soap- Itone lights up the place, and is kept turning all the time. It sends forth some heat, and the fire by which the f'Xnl is cooked helps to warm the place, which is so heated at times that the b ys and girls throw aside their hoods and romp as American children do when clad in their Summer garments. Night, of course is the story-telling noiir among the young Esquimaux. The nights in that part of tho world are ong, and without the story would bo rhcerlcss indeed. When the girls have dressed their dolls, which are made of 'locks of wood dressed with fragments f deerskin, they gather in a certain iirt of the iglo set apart for the little ncs, and wait until the story-teller is ready to delight them with Some new Ftory. Presently a boy takes off his jacket and sits down in the rear part of the igloo. He is tho chosen story-teller of the evening, and expectation is on tiptoe, the children in whispers ask ing one another what he is going to talk about. When the storv-teller turns his face to the wall all whisperings cease, for that is a sign that he is about to begin. Esquimaux children are sup pled to know all the legends of their people, and when a boy tells one he talks slowly and in a drawling 'tone, followed closely by the children, who help him out when he seems to have forgotten anything. "Tell us alxmt Kalopaling!" cry some of the little ones, and the story-teller of tho evening loos steadily al the wall and tells about the fabulous being who lives in the sea. Kalopaling has the body of a man, but bis garments are the skins of eider ducks. The jacket that he wears has a great hood, so large that when a kayak capsizes and throws its occupants into the sea, Kalopaling puts him into his hood, and that is the last of the unhid y boatman. A good many yv.vrs ago, the little story-teller will say, an old woman and a bv lived on a rocky island in the cold sea. Once uin a time the pair tvas very hungry, and the lioy cried so for meat that the woman told him that unless ho ceased she would call Kalop nling, and have him placed in the hood. The boy did not stop in time for the ling, and sure enough he summoned the monster of the tja who came and carried off the boy in the hood. When the time of plenty came the old woman repented of what she had done, and she lies- lutrht some hunters to rescue the boy from the power of the ogre of the ?-a. Whenever great cracks were to be seen in the ice near the shore, the lost U ' would appear near them, and his foster mother could see him playing with seaweed, but always out of reach if her hands: ' The shrewd Kalopaling, fear ful that some one might res cue the Imi-, fastened him to a string ."f seaweed which he alwavs held in his hands. When one of the hung ers n eared the boy playing with the seaweed, he cried out, "Two men are coming; one with a double jacket, the other with a foxskin jacket." Then Kalopaling would jerk the seaweed, and the boy would vanish. At last, how ever, the hunters got !ctween the boy and the man with the hood, and cut the string so that the little fellow was saved and taken back to the old woman. The story ends by saying that the boy became a great hunter, but never after wards fell into the power of the monster Kalopaling. The Esquimaux In-ys and girls lielievc in giants, and one of their faverite stories is about a giant with a long name who lived in a village on a large fjord. He was so tall that he could straddle the fjord after the man ner of the famous Colossus at Rhodes. lie used to stand there every morning and catch whales with his hands when ever they came in from the sea. One lay the giant, tired of playing, lay down on the hillside for a nap. Pres ently word came to him that two great bears had been seen near the village. He laughed at the fears of the men, and told them that if the animals ap proached his place they should arouse him. This they promised to do, and when thev did so, and the giant saw the liears, he cried out that they wern't worth his trouble, as they were nothing but foxes. In a little while he crushed one of the animals between his fingers, and placed the other in the eyelet of his great fur boot. Sometimes the stories become fables, in hearing which the children take great delight. The fable is a favorite with the Esquimaux, and some of their fables are very queer. The story of how the raven became black is sure to Ic called for by the children, and, of course, the story-teller knows it by heart. It seems that once upon a time the owl and the raven were fast friends. They were all the time together, and had a good many things in common. )ne day the raven made a dress of la iled white and black for the owl, iii'l the owl, not to be outdone in gen erosity, made a pair of nice whalebone hoots for the raven, after which he be an a white dress. When he began to .ry it on, the raven hopjied about and i'fiwod in sit Bttll TIiiq loiiilo flin mvl very angry, and he threatened the I inwiwii .1. ii waMawaaaaya; iiiJMiiwi ij Mi j;iBav awa merry raven, saying, "If you don't sti still a little while, I will pour out th lamp over you." But the raven was nol to be frightened by a threat of thii kind, and when he showed his fearless ness by hopping alsmt and once int the owl's lap, tho oil in the lamp wai poured over him, and he cried out "Qua! Qua!" and from that day he hai been black. Such are some of the queer storie with which the boys and girls of tin great ice land pass the long nights undo: the Northern Lights. rost-Diipatch. SOME NEW SLEEVES. raffed. Frilled, tK-o'-Mntton and Various Other Styles. Here are some of the sleeves chosen by the fashionable women to disguise the contour of the arm. The par ticularly plain and ungraceful sleeve is the new glgot It is cut in one piece and gathered down the front seam. Much prettier and adapted to soft stuffs is the sleeve, which con sists of two big puffs to the elbowf KKW STTLC SLEEVES. , the upper one a lit tle longer. A slm ; liar style has the elbow sleeve divtd , ed into four puffs, eai h one narrower I than the one above it. A style whi. b the dressmaker claims is eminent j , fitted for wash gowns, and which the laundress vehemently declares Is not, Is shown. The sleeve Is full to the elbow and tight below. Narrow dou ble ruffles of the material, edged with ,la.e, run from 6houlder to wrist, leaving only tho narrowest stripe of the original puff visible. Still less to the laundress' liking is the other Sleeve of the batch. It consist of a Isoft puff to elbow and a care of rufflej , not more than an Inch wide from ,the shoulder seam half way to the elbow. In a gown with sleeves like those a girl's shoulders seem about the size of a British general's, and her waist correspondingly small, so that sleeves like those hold sway de spite laundresses. ON SILVER AND GOLD. The Montana 6tatne of Joitloe at th World's Fair. The sliver statue Of Justice In the Montana exhibit of the Mines and Mining Building of the Columbian Or JUSTICE IN THE MONTANA If mniT. Exposition Is a remarkable work ol art and Is truly typical of the younii and ambitious State that has pro duced it The statue is of 6terlmy silver, with a base of gold, and cost, all told, $307,675. The statue is the work of the well-known sculptor. It. II. Tark, and Ada Kehan was th model who posed for It The statue Is five feet ten Inches In height and stands on a globe upheld by an e:igle, the globe being two feet In diameter. The metal used in Its cast was ex tracted from tho native ore of Mon tana. After the Exposition, the stat us will lie exhibited throughout th United States and possibly In Eu rope. The Welt of Frozen Air. Near Dayton, Ore., there is a wci", locally known as tho "well of frozen air." In drilling it a stratum of frozen clay and gravel was encount ered at a depth of fifty five feet. After passing through five feet of this, numerous cavities were en countered from which cold air came with sharp gusts. The escape of the air from the well may be heard a distance of nearly 200 yards, and It is so frigid that Is not possible for any one to hold his hand over the opening for more than a few ruiaiit.-S without having It frozen stiff. Ac cording to an exchange a bucketful of water set near the mouth of tho well will freeze through during ono night's time. It Is needlessly to arid that work on tho well was abandoned as soon as these frigid blasts found vent through the opening made by the drill. An old recommendation often tiven young housekeepers is to use tea leaves in sweeping carpets; but their use on delicate colors should lie avoided, us thep will surely stain light carpets. Use a small brush for cleaning around the handles of cups and tureens, and for dishes with rough surfaces or raised de signs. ' MM iff i I!'
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