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B. F. BOHWEIEB,
THE OONBT1TUTION-THE UNION-AND THE - ENFORCEMENT OF THE LAWS.
VOL. XLIX
MIFFLINTOWIS, JUNIATA COUNTY. PENNA.. WEDNESDAY. APEIL 17, 1895.
NO. 18.
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THE OLD STCRAP BOOK.
When the days begin to darken.
And the rolling stone baa stepped
When an actor' travel's over.
And from the list he's dropped.
He seeks for consolation,
' 'And knows just where to look.
For they treat him very kindly ia
The Old Scrap Book.
What memories it awakens,
As he turns its paces o'er
He feels himself a boy again.
As in the days of yore.
It brings to mind companions.
Firm friends both good and true;
It speaks of him as handsome
And he believes it, too.
It brings him back to "Old Stock Days,
When acting was an art.
When every man was tested
Of his worth to play a part.
It tells him of the "hit" he made.
One time as "Richelieu,"
And how he set 'em crazy
One night In Kalamazoo.
It speaks of him as "Itomco,
And says he played the part
As though each line to "Juliet"
He meant with all his heart.
No truer words were ever penned
Tho Old Scrap Book 6peaks true-"
He loved her loved his "Juliet"
She loved him dearly, too.
He married her, now settled down,
In n cozy little home.
He's happy and contented.
And no more he'll hnve to roam.
They call him of the "Old School,"
But if you care to look
You'll find that he has "won his spun
In The Old Scrap Book.
New York Clipper.
MELISSA opened the old book
one day, and this was the
paragraph that met and held
her eyes:
"The beauty, the refinement, the truth
and the poetry of life all spring from
ODe source. simplicity."
At first the passage was meaninglesr
to her, but books'came not often In th.
plrl's way, so she read it over and over,
until some of the words be?an to stand
out with misty meaning. She knew in
an unlearned way what beauty meant;
of Its deeper sense she had no concep
tion; that a flower or a sunset was
"purty" was enough for her. As for re
finement, poetry, simplicity, their
deeper truths were as dead letters, for
poor Melissa, with her red bands and
faded gown, had only a poor excuse
for what we call education.
"Wish dad 'ud come!" she mused,
thoughtfully. "I.Ike's not he's found
some 'un to talk '1th!"
As she gazed two figures separated
themselves from the wooded field be
ynd and approached the clearing
where the Iladden home stood. MoIIs
t.i watched them attentively, wonder
ing audibly "who dad had In tow thlj
time."
Even at this distance there came ti
her a sudden sense of the contrast be
tween old man Iladden, slouching along
with the typical gait of the backwoods
man, and the quick, firm tread of the
stranger.
"Hello, Meliss!" hailed Hadden, as
they entered the rude gate. "Here's a
man wants supper an' lodgin'."
Melissa, with a litde nod, entered th.
house, and they saw her no more until
she placed the smoking meal on the ta
ble and called them to it. There was
neither napery nor silver there; Indeed,
cutlery of any kind was at a premium,
but the supper was palatable and very
acceptable to the hungry and tired trav
eler. Melissa sat. silent and shy, pourtug
out the black coffee, and furtively
watching the stranger whlie he ate; his
refined manner struck her with peculiar
force. Did he know about beauty, and
refinement and simplicity? She rather
opined that he did; once on looking up,
Bhe found him regarding her with a
steady, curious gaze.
Thorne Halloway arose the next
morning as the first streaks of dawn
were straining the east. It gave prom
ise of being a perfect day, and ho con
gratulated himself on a long day's
sketching.
But if the artist was abroad early
that fateful morning, some one was up
before him some one in a faded print
gown, poring over a battered book.
He lingered at the doorstep a mo
ment with a word about the day; the
girl attracted him by her innocent al
though uncultivated nature, even while
her rough speech Jarred upon him. He
watched her face as he talked, seeing
the glint of the morning upon It, its
oewly-risen brightness in her clear eye.
Now, in that Interval of ten little
minutes an odd thing had happened; a
slight thing It was, yet it changed the
whole current of Melissa Hadden's life.
When she dropped her book on the stt?p,
end hastened within to prepare the
breakfast, the volume had fallen face
upward and open to the place where she
had been reading.
Half quizzically Halloway picked It
tip and glanced at the paragraph
marked, I must confess, by tho con
stant friction of Melissa's fingers. He
rofd It over slowly:
"The beauty, the refinement, the troth
and the poetry of life all spring from
one source simplicity."
A slow, curious smile crept around
his lips as he hurriedly penciled a word
across the paragraph, and laid the book
down again.
Thorne Halloway had found many a
sweot flower growing amid a moss of
tigly weeds, and they appealed to him
In behalf of all that was modest and
beautiful. Here was a soul-flower
groping among the weeds of Ignorance
and vulgarity; be saw it in her face; be
guessed It by the light ia her eyes; did
the darkness of that soul appeal to the
light ia his own?
Melissa Hadden was like hundreds
of other girls who have hod no educa
tional ad?actgea, neither better nor
vorse; simply an ordinary girl with a
tatural craving for better things.
T hen she took up her book again, with
a grim determination worthy of her
cause, iol one word written here by an
Invisible hand had solved the problem
that one word, so full of meaning eves
to Melissa, was "knowledge."
A few weeks later a generous pack
age of Journals and magazines found
their waj" to the Hadden home, an
tneir contents were literally dero
by Melissa.
"That artist fuller's bound tor paj
als iwy in some fashun," commented
the old man.
What that miscellaneous bundle o
Journals did for Melissa it would be
bard for the cultured reader to under
stand. They found her, aTborne Ilal-
loway had, an Ignorant gh-1; they left
her with the seeds of a new understand
ing implanted in her nature.
She read of what women in the worlc
are doing, what girls no older than her
elf bad done for fcjelr own advanV-e-ment,
and she longed to do likewise
longed so intensely, that one day she
suddenly said to old man Hadden,
"Dad. I'm goin' ter school!"
-Wh a t?"
"School" laconically.
"Wall," he said. meditatIvely."wher'D
ou get the money T
Melissa made a rapid calculation.
"It's just four months till Sep tern be l
four months means about sixteen
weeks; there's Mrs. Telney down to thi
village'U give me six shillings a-weel
to mind the children afternoons anj
erenln's; that's nearly five pounds;
then I can do up my work here of moru
la's, and pick strawberries for Mr,
Morrow, who ships 'em to the city,
that'll be one pound; and I've about
two pounds in my box. Dad, you'S
have to make up the rest"
"I'll do It Meliss. By Jove! yer grli
dean through! Git ready, an 111 se
hat yer don't stick!"
And so when B Seminary, a real
ly refined school for young women, re
opened that golden September, Melissa,
clothed In a neat new dress, a modest
hat a gift from the wealthy Mrs. Tel
ney. who admired her "grit" and much
pertubatlon of soul, embarked upon
me sea or Its life.
Let us skip over the months that fol
towed and touch her once again at the
snd of the term.
The exercises were over, and th
young ladles were receiving their
friends when a strange occrrence hap
pened to Melissa Hadden. As she
chanced to look across the hall, she en
sountered the gaze of a pair of steady,
'auiillar eyes.
"Mr. Halloway!" cried a dozen girls
each desirous of obtaining attention
from the rising young artlBt
But Halloway, with a courteous smllt
nere or a Jest there, was making his
way slowly but unmistakably to the
spot where Melissa, clad In a straight
white dress, with a bunch of violets ir
her belt stood.
It Is Meliss Miss Hadden, Is it not?
be said, hesitatingly.
And Melissa, with a little flush creep
ing up to the waves of her dark hair.
held out her hand with unconsclouf
Trace.
T am Melissa," she said quietly.
'I have been out your way again.
sketching. I saw your father, and b
talked of you."
Melissa grew a little confused undei
als persistent -faze.
'Are j-ou studying me for a sub
,'ect?" she said, with a sudden gaj
laugh. "Because, if yon are, I warn
you well, I owe you too much to "
"What?" he said, eagerly.
But with a saucy smile and nod shi
was gone, swallowed up in the crush.
Somewhat disconcerted, Hallowaj
;azed after her.
Melissa had grown graceful and cul
cured since be saw her last and many
thoughts tangled themselves up in hU
brain.
Was this the thing that had beer
bothering him since that early raorntus
in spring, when he caught the light from
a pair of flashing gray eyes, and whose
solving had drawn him back to the
Hadden clearing to "sketch?"
A flush crept over his face at a sud
Jen thought and be turned on his bee)
and walked away.
A year la tor. It was the day of Me
ilssa Hadden's graduation, and all na
ture had put on royal robes apparently
to do her honor.
A superb bouquet of flowers bad beet
Drought to her early in the day. Ii
their midst nestled a card, with a fen
written lines upon them. A portion oi
these flowers she carried when she re
ceived her honors.
As her eyes wandered over the sea ot
."riendly faces they encountered again,
as once before, the face of Thorne Hal
loway. For a fleeting moment the brown am
die gray orbs met And In that Instant
the truth stood confessed. Hallowaj
knew that he loved the glrL
Melissa, who bad worn a faded prin.
iress, and said "mornlu' " to him one
on a time, but whose serious eyes mel
his own so sweetly and steadily to-day,
for on her brow was written the light
of knowledge, and the grace of simplic
ity and the beauty of truth. These
things bad crowned her with the!'
changeless glory.
Bealnnina; Early.
He Darling, I am getting Into eco
domical habits. I saved my luncheoir
to-day.
She Yes; father told me you called
on him at noon. Exchange-
Irftok Ahead
Don't growl because the sun is hid
And the weather's out of tnne;
Don't sigh and bawl, for you'll have a?
The sun you want next Junel
Atlanta Constitution.
Not Hampered by Facta.
Editor's Wife Who wrote this beau
tiful article on "How to Manage a
Wife?"
Editor Young Jones.
Editor's Wife Why, I didn't know ht
was married.
Editor He Isn't Judge. , ;
Too Young to Bay at 89.
Ethel Grandma, how old do they get
before they quit liking flattery?
Grandma I'm 89, my child, but you'L
have to ask some one older than L
rbfladelphla Inquirer.
CHAPTER XVII CotJtlnue.l.
For herself granny allowed and th
affectionate young heart went straight
tit to nor on the spot for the words
that, sorry as she was, she would have
been still more sorry had Cecil's love
su t ended differently.
Here t.'eraldino's lip be?an toquiver.
Uu to this point her face had been sol
as in a vUe. "I felt as if everyone
were against mo yesterday," she mur
mured, "even you, dear. You-voti
said so litllo. and - and rou seemed se
grieved tor hiin."
"I was grieved, and I am erie'vod
but" said the old lady, almost fiercely,
'I consider Cecil is a fool all tho same.
He ought to have seen and known long
ago any man with an ounce of percep
tion would that you did not care a
button for him. He might nave seer
that there was anot her
"What:" You. too?" And with s
great cry, out it all came, and every
thing: was explained.
"It you had only said so before"
An ! poor granny feit as if she coull
never forgive herself, an 1 crioJ also,
and wipe 1 her eyes to ring tho bell,
and give orders, an 1 sen I messages,
and then sat down to her desk to write
jotes an I frame excuses without a sec
ond's hesitation.
''We ran let it appear among our
selves that it was this cousinly affair,"
quotn t-ho smurtly, "and tho world
must think what, it pleases. Nay, it
will very likely hardly think of us at
all; we shall just bo missed tor a day,
ana no more, and we shall enjoy tho
eclat ot retiring early, as the best peo
p'e always do retire early, from every
thing. It is not worth while to drink
the cup of pleasure to the dregs.'
And so she gave it out generally.
'My granddaughter and I have had
enough." she said. "I am getting to
be an old woman, and cannot stand as
much as I once could" ("I cannot
stand two rejected proposals in one
day," she mentally spec fied "and
6o we are otT to rest and recruit vVe
ma3r hope, if all is well, to slay longer
another year."
By the end of the week everything
had been ad usted, the bills paid, tho
light surface of tho rooms dismantled,
and most of the servants sent on ii
front
Geraldine was out making a round ol
tiood-bye" visits, as she and her
grandmother were themselves to be
oil on tho following day, when a visitor
was announced to Mrs. Campbell, at to
whose coming nothing was said to any
be Iv else at the time.
Ho had evidently known when tt
call, however, and hud been expected,
although there was with it all a cer
tain apprehensiveness in his ring of
the door bell, and stealthincss in his
step upon tho stair, which betokened a
tread ujion enchanted ground.
"We aro jUiio a'ono,'' said his host
?ss hastily.
He murmured some inaudible reply.
' My granddaughter has gone out '"
proceeded tho speaker, "and will not
return for an hour or two. She has a
n ruber of things to do, and people tc
see. as we leave town to-morrow.''
Ho bowed in silence.
I think," continued the old lady,
very kindly, "I think that we need not
stand on any great ceremony with
each other, Sir r rederick Bellenden.
You would not have omo here if you
had not wished me to bo plain spoken.
Shall I. then, tell you at once all I
know and what I think? Or will
you V" and she looked" inquiringly.
Hut it was certain ho would not. He
had been too much exasperated, hurt.'
and confounded at the first, too much
cast down subsequently, to have rallied
without the aid now thrown out: and,
as It win, ho remained' spoechless.
merely t rning on her a dumb, ap
pealing eye, which seemed to implore
torn Tort and hope.
Perish pride. Mrs. Campbell had
meant to bo proud enough and digni
fied enough to have "sustained the
honor of all the generations defunct ol
her grandchild's ancestors; but what
eould tho benevolent old creature da
against a handsome gallant who had
long ago subjugated IierpeU as well as
Geraldine 'after tho proper, respect
able, grandmotherly fashion, ) and who
now hung upon ner lips, tnougnt what
he thought, saw what she saw, full
what she felt?
Poor granny had never been so set
up in her life. Bellenden had not an
idea nor an opinion apart from ' hers:
and she was encouraged to tell what
she bad seen, whisper what she ha t
suspected, and suggest what should
next be done, with nothing but the
most eager acquiescence on his part.
J-inaily, she wound up with a proph
ecy that all would come right yet: and,
thereupon, the despondent ami de
jected figure who hud crept so humbly
and cautiously in, vanished into this
air, while in its place sat upright a
broad lorm, with square shoulders, iind
courageous and undaunted air, pre
pared for anything, and thirsting w
airplay his valor.
"But, mind, my dear Sir Freaerick,
do, pray, mind this," urged his coun
sellor at parting, "do, pray, be careful.
Kot a word, not a single word of this
interview to Geraldine. I know my
child. She is hot and sensitive. She
has the hasty llcod of her race. Did
she but onco suspect you had beer
with me, she would take tire at once,
and who knows whother we should
ever succeed in allaying it a second
time? She must not know must no . ei
know at least, I mean until until -von
choose your own time for teliins
her. of course; but it must not be.raus'
not bo yet."
"My dear Mrs. Campbell, you ma)
trust me. And now," said Bellenden,
with some emotion, ."how shall I evet
thank you for the service you have
done ma? Had it not been for you
I, too, should have left I was or
the point of departure when Irecei-ec
your note and. once gone, sndttTa 1
ever have learned the truth? 1 trem
ble to think of it I eho:ld never, of
myself, have spoken again. No man
lould, who had been told what 1 had.
And how was I to suppose there could
be any explanation? Because, you tee,
the was always so truthful -"
"She is the most truthful child in
the world." cried granny, interrupting
him: "but I think no woman living but
would ha. e excused her that one Tittle
lie.7
"Nor man, either," said Bellenden,
Jn spirits to laugh. . "She .ha but to
own ft was one, "to be forgiven every-
tning."
'VVe shall meet, than, ere verj
Jong?" said tho old lady, giving hi in
her hand.
"Within a few days, I trust"
"And at Inchmarew?"
'At Inchmarew."
Granny said that evening that she
had really had a pleasant day, and was
not in the least fatigued: nor would
se go so early to bed. alleging that
she liked the t ool eventide to sit and
think in; and, accordingly, she aad her
chair brought out and placed in - the
balcony, although the china pots ;.and
daisies were gone, and theie she4 sat
silent and smiling, a little to the won
der of some one else, who was in any
Shinj but a smiling mood.
All through the preceding week
the temperature in Geraldine's veins
bad been steadily going down: every
morning she nad arisen cooler and
calmer, and more and more ready to be
persuaded and reasoned with, had
there been anybody at hand to reason
and persuade.
But the prudent grandmother had
3een all and held her tongue.
Sne had forcaat a swift repentance:
but she had also prophesied a return
of the tantrums were the repentan o
forced on apace, and not allowed to
work its own end: and, therefore, al
though it had been no easy thing to
do. she 1 ad put a curb not only on her
speecn, tut on tier actions, and, had
by word and act carried out the will of
her young tyrant.
Perhaps Geraldine had almost hoped
to bo remonstrated with, and perhaps,
had she been so, she might have given
way: but granny, with a chuckle, had
gone on with her preparations.
Tho child needed a lesson: and te
give her her head at this crisis, anc
let her hang l.erself on her own rope
as it were, wus incontestably tho best
thing to bo done: and therefore, al-,
though the "poor dear" really sacri-'
ticed self.and could not but heave a sigh
as she looked round upon the still at
tractive s ene. the busy parks and
streets, and cards upon her plate and
mautlepiuce: while in the background
Bhe had but a rue'ui vision of Inch
marew Castle, cold and solitary, and
with the covers only just whipped oil
in the statu-roo ns -still she held,
i ravely to tho role she had laid down
for herself; and thoonly thing she had
dene was to drop Bellenden the furtive
line which had arrestea his departure,
"nd brought him to her sido at the
first con venient-opportunity.
Now she could afford to Bit and emilo
in her balcony.
Pear old soul! she found fault with
r.othing-not even with the rain onthe
Argyllshire hill tops, although it foil
in waterspxiuts on the first evening oi
their return to their Highland home.
lJismal as was the outlook from her
bed-room window, where she stood
awhile to gaze uron the dreary mist
hanging overheal, and the Laden
waste of waters beneath she scarcely
seemed to notice it One previous in
quiry had satished her; she had learned
that the summer boat was running.
the 1 oat which touched every even
ing at their pier, and that had been
snougb.
On tho other hand, poor little Ger
aldine was miserable down to the very
tips of her lingers, anil shivered and
3huddered, and professed herself ab
jectly penitent for bringing her grand
mother back in such an evil hour she
had almost said to such an evil place.
Inchmarew had never before seemed
desolate and dreary. She could not
have belie vol it had she been told,
that she could ever have . looked
upon the loved homo of her childhood
with such an ungracious eye. The
very servants saw that she was unre
sponsive and out of spirits and fancied
she had grown fine and scornful.
"This miserable, misetable rain,
she moaned, "how gloomy, how de
plorable, it all looks! And yet I never
found it gloomy and deplorable before.
I latight at Aunt Charlotte when she
warned mo that it would be so. I for
got to tell you, dear, how indignant
Aunt Charlotte was with me for run
ning away when I went to say my
'Cood-bye' to her. She said I need not
have made myself unei sy; that none
of them would ever have troubled me;
and that at least the unfortunate af
fair might have been allowed to die
out of itself, i got away as soon as I
could, and left my love for Ethel and
Alicia. They will not come here this
autumn that is one thing. Oh, it Is
something to feel I have done with tho
Raymonds, and Aunt Maria, and all of
them for the present; that I
can breathe froely, and not be in ago
nies lest I should meet them at every
turning of a street; but still but
still " and she drew a long, weary,
iespairing breath. J
how the curious ttring was, that it
exact proportion as the grandchild's
spirits :-ank did those, of the grand
'iiother rise.
She prattled and gossiped, inquired
al'out this and that, spread about the
little novelties for the room's which
she had acquired in London; arranged
u "in. i.jj .iiii j i aubuiuu uuiuu-faruK3a,
consisting of the different new ac
quaintances with whom it was desir
ablo to keep up friendfy intercourse,
and ho said they should presently be
in the no. -th, and altogether seemed
to have no sympathy with, nor to
make any allowance for Geraldine 's
iopression.
"You seem very merry to-night
grandmamma.") When the "poor
dear" was entitled "grandmama" she
knew whiit it meant) You seemed
qtiito rejoiced to be here, in this dull
place, on this melancholy 'evening,"
pursued the speaker fretfully I am
suro I am very glad you like it It ie
a good thing that any one crin bo mer
ry." shuddering. "Even Eres!" and
ho cast a s -oraful glance at the blaz
ing logs, thinking of the warmth and
tunlic ht of the south.
The fire is needed, certainly," oh
eervod granny, no whrt alaished. A
Are always looks cheorf uu, and my
leeling is to have one whenever vou
can bear it"
"At least it focras to have made yon
cheerful; I cannot say that It has had
the samo effect on mo," replied tho
despondent young ladv. ! never feis
movnm iu niy llie.
"You want a coo-panl
i a companion, my dear,"
"lyiy.
"Humph'"
''Miss Corunna would come, I dare,
Oh, pray do not ask ' her, granny,
pray don t:' in treat a!arm. feel as
if I could not boar Miss Coriinna, nor
any one else just now. . I love Miss
Corunpa but I don't want her, indeed
I don'tl I only want to be let alone. I
shall be all right soon. By to-morrow, i
I dare say. Dear." with a swift re-!
turn to gentle tenderness, ''dear, I am
very scli.sh. Try to forgive me. You
know I am unhappy; but I ought not
let you suffer for.it, dear, pvood, kind
granny that you are,'- and the evening
inded in eacb ottaer's armsv
"By to-morrow, indeed r'.whjgpered
grainy to herself, tears and laughter
struggling with each other in her
bosom. "By to-morrow, my sweet
tioraidine? i es. indeed, 1 can well
believe there will be anothor face by
io-morrow "
For she know by this time that all
was right, and that the magician who
was to trans orm cloud and mist, de.
jection and gloom into sunshine and
gladness, was already at his post, and
only awaiting that morrow's dawn to
'De gin his delightful task.
The next morning Geraldine wac
missing at noontide.
"Gone o.l to the turnside. ma'am, te
! hor old place beneath the waterfall
where she used to fish," cheerfully ex
plained the white-headed aomestic.
wno read in this a return to a happier
mood than had characterized the even
ing before. "She did not take her
! rod, nor yet ask for Donald; b. t she's
mere, all tho samo, .tor r.eetor nere
saw her cross the road, and away up
through the birken wood."
"1 think," said the lady shortly after
when ropeating this to a third person
who had walked up from the "Ferry
Inn," where he had managed to en
dure the night, though it had not been
an agreeable one. "I think, Sir Fred
prick, you know the place. It is some
whern near that waterfall that we hear
now," for they were standing outside
the house as she spoke "of course I
can send some one to show you the
way, but " ho was off almost ere he
;ould repudiate tho idea.
Nothing could have been better
Geraldine in her own enchanted nest
of fern and heather, in the spot where
in he had first beheld her, the spot
whereupon he had won his first tri
aui hs. Could ho have wished for
iotter omen now?
And there she was!
He did not call her, as he drew near
Bhe was standing on the self-same
ledge of slippery rock whereon he had
startled her that afternoon three years
ago, and standing so near the edge
that he uurst not risk startling her
lg;tin.
He was almost afraid to move, or to
I reathe and it seemed ages ere she
turned, and slowly and sorrowfully as
it seemed, moved with downcast eyes
oward him.
At length she was close by his side
on the confines of the long, rank,
dripping gras, and then one word
rang out bold and strong "Geral
liliel" Geraldine did not scream, nor faint
nor fall this time. She only stoot
quite still, while the color slowly left
her cheek, her blue eyes dilated, and
her lips fell apart
Who was this? Whospoko What
lid he there?
Was he was she were they both
where were they, and what did it all
Dean?
She swayed gently forwards, anc
on -e again found herself clasped in the
lame strong arms that had held her in
the self-same spot before. -
But the resemblance went no
turther.
"I shall not let you go this time,"
whispered a voice in her ear. "1 have
you ast: and, Geraldine, I will know,
I will know the truth at last. You
lied to me iu Loudon-oh, my darling.
my darling, you did: I know it, I am
sure ot it, and now there there,
don't weep so bitterly or, if you will,
let me kiss away the tears. Geraldine,
I love you, and I must love you
whether you will or Hot be generous
and forgive, and let us both lie happy.
Nay, don't hide your face but ht
found the way to it presently.
She could not struggle witSi him
Kiuld not choose but hearken Op him
:ould not but he happy in her cjijo.
And Bellenden knew his ground bj
this time, and was very sure that half
measures would be productive of only
hulf content
Before he left that damp and de
lightful (but sadly rheumatic) spot, he
nad obtained all ho wanted, the fair
hand that lay in his had been prom
ised him, the heart pressed to his own
Lad been allowed to be his already.
And he hud obtained forgiveness for
ill the past
And the only word about the
only word -that" had been dropped out
on the otherside. had found vent in a
murmur eo soft that is had 1 ecji al
most inaudible. "Still, vou know, I do
think that you shouldn't shouldn't
shouldn't- have quito quiie treated
ne as if I had been a mere child."
"No. I shouldn't," acoiowlcdgcc
tho happy lover, ready to acknowledge
anything. "Shall I promise 1 shall
never do so any riiore?"
THE END.
Sirs. Gladstone in Politics.
Who su:ill say that the influence of
I woman is not a factor in politics? I
have the best possible reason for know
ing that Mrs. Gladstone and Mrs.
Harry Drew have exerted themselves
to the utmost to get the aged Premier
to relinquish oftice, and that while at
Biarritz their efforts were vigorously
renewed. This fact gives added collor
te the announcement of the Pall Mall
Gazette. Not that Mr. Gladstone is a
man to be dictated to by his family, or
even influenced, but feminine persis
tency can ever overcome a man of Mr.
Gladstone's force of character. If
these ladies were at liberty to express
themselves, it would be in grateful
terms to the editor of the Fall Mall
Gazette for his pluckv pronouncement,
which was likely to ring about the
consummation they so " devoutiy de
sired, and if thore was a V. C. in
Journalism Hiey would have to give it
to him. loe GenfluwomuD.
Steelvards dng up in Herculaneum
are like those of to-day, with a pan,
and a bar with graduated scale and a
weight molded into the head of .Mer
cury.
Until the time of llenrv III. there
was no such thing as professional
trainers of horses, and eatly Kings
thought nothing of becoming their
own jockeys.
Stanley fonnd tobacco perfectly
acclimated among the African tribes
that bad never seen a white man. Ihe
use of the weed is universal in, the dark
continent
Qneen Victoria's will is engrossed
on velloni, quarto size, and is bound
as a volume and secured by a private
lock.
A man in Thomaston, Me., has a
hobby ot collecting calendars, and he
has some from China. Japan, Cuba and
Alaska.
Above the doorway of the Gaskiro ;
mnsio hall in Yokohoma. .Tanan. vests
ago was printed in .English: "For the
amnsement of foreigners. No dogs or
Chinamen admitted.
The Espinelia farm iu Texas con -tains
over one million fiva thousand
acres.
October 28th, 1779, Monsieur Jacob
took his seat as a member of the French
Assembly, at the age ot one hundred
and twenty.
HEY. DfL TALMAGEL
m bkookxtw Drmci SITS.
DAT BEBMCaU
Subject: "The Gospel Ship.
Txt: "Thou shalt come Into the ark.
thou an i thy sons and thy wife and thy sons'
wives with thee." Genesis vL, 13.
In this day of the steamships Lucania and
Hajestio and the Paris I will show yon a ship
that In some respects eclipsed them all, and
which sailed out. an ocean underneath and
another ocean falling upon it Inudal scien
tists ask us to believe that in the formation
of the earth there have been a half dozen de
luges, and yet they are not willing to be
lieve the Bible story ot one deluge.
Ia what way the catastrophe cam wo knon
tot whether by the stroke of a comet, or by
Bashes ot lightning, changing the air into
water, or 07 a stroke ot the hand ot God, Ilka
the stroke of the ax between the horns of the
ox, the earth staggered. To meet the catas
trophe God ordered a great ship built. It
was to be without prow, for it was to sail to
no shore. It was to be without helm, for no
human hand should guide it. It was a vast
structure, probably as large as two or three
modern steamers. It was the Great Eastern
of olden time.
The ship is done. The door Is open. Tht
lizards crawl In. The cattle walk in. The
grasshoppers hop in. The birds fly in. The
Invitation goes forth to Noah, Gome thoa
and all thy house into the ark. Just one
human family embark on the strange voy
age, and I he ir the door slam shut. A great
storm sweeps alonir the hills and bends
the cedars until all the branches snap In the
gala. There Is a moan in the wind like
unto the moan of a dying world. The
blaclmnss of the heavens is shattered by
Iie Care of lightnings, that look down into
! wators and throw ghastllness on the
jjoe of thamountnjns. How strange it looks!
w.ow suffocating the air seems! The big
drops of rain begin to plash upon the up
turned faces of those who are watching the
tempest. Crash! co tho rocks in convulsion.
Boom! ?o the bursting heavens. Tho inhabi
tants of the earth, instead of flying to house
top and mountain top, as men have fancied.
Bit down ia dnmb, white horror to die. For
When UOQ grinds mountains to pieoes and
lets the ocean slip Its cable there la no place
for men to fly to. See the ark pitch and tum
ble in the surf, while from its windows the
passengers look out upon the shipwreck of a
race and the carcasses of a dead world. Woe
to the mountains! Woe to the sea!"
I am no alarmist. When on the 20th ol
September, after the wind has for three days
been blowing from the northeast, you proph
esy that tor equinoctial storm is oominc. vou
imply state a fact not to be disputed.
Neither am I an alarmist when I say that a
form Is coming, compared with whion Noah's
aeiuge was Dut an April shower, and that it ia
wisest and safest for you and for me to get
safely housed for eternity. The Invitation
that went forth to Noah sounds in our ears.
"Come thou and all thy house into the ark."
Well, how did Noah and his fanrtly come
tato the ark? Did they climb In .Tt the win.
Sow, or come down the roof? No: they went
through the door. And just so, if we get in
to the ark of God's mercy, it will be through
Christ, the door. The entrance to the ark oi
old must have been a very large entrance.
We know that it was from the fact that then
were monster animals ia the earlier agos,
and in order to get them into the ark, two
and two, according to the Blblo statement,
the door must have been very wide and very
high. Bo the door into the nieroy ot God Is a
large door. We go in, not two and two. but
by hundreds, and by thousands and by mill.
Ions. Yoa, all the Nations ot the earth may
go in, 10.000,000 abreast !
1 oe aoor 01 tue ancient arte was in the
tide. So now it is through the side of Christ
the pierced side, the wide open side, the
heart sido that we enter. Aha, the Roman
soldier, thrusting his spear into the Saviour's
side, expected only to let the blood out, but
be opened the way to let all the world In !
Oh, what a bread gospel to preach I If a
man is about to give an entertainment, 1 -
issues 200 or 300 invitations, carefully put up
and directed to the particular persons whoi:i
he wishes to entertain. But God, our Father,
makes a banquet and goes out to the front
dbor of heaven and stretches oat His hands
over land and sea, and with a voice that
penotratcs the Hindoo jungle, and tho Green
land ice castle, and Brazilian grove, and Eng
lish factory, and American home, cries out,
Come, tor all tilings are now ready 1" It
Is a tde floor '. The old cross has been
taken apart, and its two pieces are stood up
tor the doorposts, so far apart that all the
world can come in. Kings scatter treasures
on days of great rejoicing. So Christ, our
Kin?, oomes and scatters the jewels of heaven.
Ilowland Uill said that ho hoped to get
into heaven through the crevices of the
door. But he was n .t obliged thus to go in.
After having preached the gospel in Surrey
Chapel, going up toward heaven, the gate
keeper cried, "Lift np your heads, ye ever
lasting gntei, and let this man come In!"
Ihe dying thief went in. Richard Baxter
and Robert Nowtoa went in. Europe, Asia,
Africa, North and South America may yet
go through this wide door without crowd
ing. Ho! every one all conditions, all
r.inks, all people! Luthor said that this
truth was worth carrying on one's knees
from Rome to Jerusalem, but I think it worth
carrying all around the globe and all around
the heavens, that "God so loved the world
that He gave His only begotten Son, that
whosoever believeth in Him should not
perish, but have everlasting life." Whosoever
will, let him come through the large door.
Archimedes wanted a fulcrum on which to
place his lever, and then he said he eould
move the world. Calvary is the fulcrum,
and the cross of Christ is the lever, and by
that power all Nations shall yet be lifted.
Farther, it is a door that swings both
ways. I do not know whether the door 9!
the ancient ark was lifted or rolled on
Binges, but this door of Christ opens both
ways. It swings out toward all our woes; It
wings in toward the raptures of heaven. It
Swings in to let us in; it swings out to let oui
ministering ones comes out. All are one in
Christ Christians on earth and saints in
fceaven.
One army of the living God,
At His command we bow.
Part of the host have crossed the flood,
And part are crossing now.
Siring in, O blessed door, until all thb
anrth shall go in and live. Swing out until
all the heavens come forth to celebrate th
Victory.
But, further, it Is a door with fastenings
fne Bible says of Noah, "The Lord shut hira
In." A vessel without bulwarks or doors
would not be a safe vessel to go in. When
Noah and his family heard the fastening of
the door of the ark, they were very glad.
TJnlass these doors were fastened the llrsr
heavy surge of the sea would have whelmed
them, and they might as well have per
ished outside the ark as inside the ark.
"The Lord shut him in." Oh, the per
fect safety of the ark! The surt of the
lea and the lightnings of the sky may be
twisted into a gariand ot snow and lire
deep to deep, storm to storm, darkness to
darkness but once in the ark all is well.
"God shut him in." Theie comes upon the
(rood man a deluge of financial trouble. He
bad his thousands to lend. Now he cannot
borrow a dollar. He once owned a store in
New l'ork and had branch houses In Boston,
Philadelphia and New Orr6an"He owned
four horses and employed a man to keep the
dust off his coach, phaeton, carriage and cur
riole; now he has hard work to got (hues in
which to walk. Tho great deep of commercial
disaster Was broken up, and fore and aft and
across the hurricane deck the waves struck
htm. But he was safely sheltered from the
storm. "The Lord shut him in!" A flood of
domestic troubles fell on him." Sickness
and bereavement came. The rain polted;
tho winds blew. The heavens are aflame.
All the gardens of earthly delight are washed
away. The mountains of joy are buried fif
teen cubits deep. But, standing by the
empty crib and lu the desolated nursery and
In the doleful ball, once a-ring with mom
roloes, now silent forever, he cried, The)
Lord gave, the Lord hath taken awayj
blessed be the name ot the Lord." "The
Lor4 shut him in."
All the sins of a lifetime clamored for his
rverthrow. The broken vows, the dig?
bonored Sabbaths, the outrageous profani
ties, the misdemeanors of twenty years.
Beached up their bands to the door of the
ark to pull him out. The boundless ocean ol
Eds sin surrounded his soul, howling like a
limoom, raving like an euroclydon. But,
looking out of the window, he saw his sin
M like lead biQ the dooth of the a. Xbs
loveot heaven Drought "an olive branch to
ma ark. The wrath of the billow only
rusuea nun lowanuieaTen. "The uotn anul
lim lnl
The same door fastenings that kept Noah
n Kuvp un irouoiea our. 1 am giaa to know
mat when a man reaches heaven all earthly
.iuuuiho are aone witn aim. iter ne may
Save had hard work to get bread for his
lamilyi there he will Snever hunger any
more. Here he may have wept bitterly;
mere "the Lamb that Is in the midst of the
hrone will lead him to living fountains of
rater, ana uoa will wipe away all tean from
lis eyes." Here he may have hard work to
let a house; but in my Father's house are
nany mansions, and rent day never comas.
Sere there are deathbeds and coffins and
r raves: there no sickness, no weary watching.
ao choking cough, no consuming fever, no
snattering oniu, no toiling ben, no grave,
rhe sorrows of life shall come up and knock
it the door, bat no admittance. The ter-
nlexltles of life shall oome up and knock on
Ihe door, but no admittance. Safe forever!
ill the astonr of earth in on wave dashing
kgalnst the bulwarks 01 ens snip ot elesUal
light shall not break, tham down. Howl on.
r widu mut nkevp 7 Beosi m
the Lord shut him in!"
Oh, what a grand old dtoor! 84 wide, so
ully swung both ways and with such sun
astenings. No burglar's key can plok that
look. No swarthy arm of hell can shove
ack that bolt. I rejoice that I do not ask
rou to oome aboard a crazy craft with leak
Eg hulk and broken helm and unfastened
loor, but an ark fifty cubits wide and 300
suoiis long ana a aoor bo large tnat the
round earth, without grazing the post,
bight be bowled in.
Now, if the ark of Christ Is so grand a
ace in which to live and die and triumph,
ome into the ark. Know well that the door
thsi. ahnt Knah. ahut others out. and
moughrwhen the pitiless storm earne" pelt
ing on their heads, they beat upon the door,
laying: ''Let me In! Let ma inl" the dooi
lid not open. For 120 years they were in
vited. They expected to come in, but the
tntediluvians said: "We must cultivate
these fields; we must be worth more Bocks
Of sheep and her.!s of cattle; we will wait
nntil wa got a little older; we will enjoy ou
5ld farm a little longer." Bat meanwhile
11.3 storm, was brewing. The fountains of
heaven were filling up. The pry was being
S laced beneath the foundations of the great
eep. The last 'ear had come, the last
month, the last week, the last day,
the lost hour, the last moment.
Iu an awful dash an ocean dropped
from the Air v and another rolled ud from be
neath, and God rolled the earth and sky in'o
one wave ot universal destruction.
So men now put off going Into the ark.
They say they will wait twenty years first.
They will have a little longer rime with their
worldly associates. They will wait until
they get older. They say; "You cannot ex
pect a man of my attainments and of my
position to surrender myself just now. Bat
before the storm comes I will go In, Tes, I
will. I know what I am about. Trust me!"
After awhile, one night about 12 o'clock, go
ing home, he passes a scaffolding just as a
gust of wind -strike It, and a plank falls.
Dead, and outside the ark! Or, riding in
the park, a reckless vehicle crashes into
him, and bis horses becomes unmanageable,
and he shouts, "Whoa, whoa!" and takes
another twist in the reins and plants his
feet against the dashboard and pulls back.
But no use. It Is not so much down the
avenue that he flies as onthe way to eternity.
Out of the wreck ot the crash his body Ls
drawn, but his soul is not picked up. It fled
behind a swifter courser into the great fu
ture. Dead, and outside the erkl Or soma
night he wakes up with a distress that mo
mentarily increases until he shrieks out with
pain. The doctors oome in, and they give
twenty dops, but no relief; forty drops, fifty
drops, sixty drops, but no relief. No time
for prayer. No time to read one of the
Sroauses, No time to get a single aln par
oned. The whole house is aroused In
alarm. The children scream. The wife
faints. The pulses fail. The heart stops.
The soul flies. Dead, and outside the arkl
I have no doubt that derision kept many
people out of the ark. The world laughed
Eo see a man go in and said: "Here ls a
man starting for the ark. Why, there will
be no deluge. If there is one, that miserable
Ihip will not weather it. Aba, going into
the ark! Well, that Is too good to keep.
Sere, fellows, have you heard the news?
This man ls going into the ark!" Under
Ihls artillery ot scora the man's good reso
lution perished.
And so there are hundreds kept out by the
fear of derision. The young man asks hira
lelf: 4,What would they say at the store to
morrow morning if I should become a Chris
Man? When I go down to the club house
they will shout, 'Here comes that new Chris
tian. Suppose you will not have anything
to dc with us now. Suppose you are pray
ing now. Get down on your knees and let
us hear vou pray. Come, now, give us a
touch. Will not do it, eh? Pretty Christian,
you are!'" Is It not the fear of being
laughed at that keeps you out of the kingdom
Df God? Which of these scornurs will help
you at the last? When you lie down on a
9ylng pillow, which of them will be there?
In the day of eternity will they bail you out?
My friendsjand neighbors, come In right
tway. Come in through Christ, the wide
door the door that swings out toward you.
Come in and be saved. Coma and be happy.
"The Spirit and the Bride say, Oome.' Boom
In the arkl Boom in the arkl
But do not corns alone. The text invites
fou to bring your family. It says, "Thou
ndthy ;ons and thy wife." You cannot
drive them in. If Noah had tried to drive
the pigeons and tho doves into the ark be
would only have scattered them. Some par
ents am not wise about these things. They
make Iron rules about Sabbaths, and they
force the catechism down the throat as they
would hold the child's nose and force down
a dose of rhubnrb and calomel. You can
not drive your children Into the ark. You
can draw your children to Christ, but you
sannot coerce them. The cross was lifted
not to drive, but to draw. "If I be lifted up
I will draw all man unto Me." As the sun
draws up the drops of the morning dew so
the sun of righteousness exhales the tears ol
repentonce.
Be sure that yon bring your husband and
irife with you. How would Noah have felt
;f. when, ha heard the, rain nPtfArinff on the
root ot the a?fc,hVknew that his wife was
outside in the storm? No; Bhe went with
him. And yet some if you are on the ship
"outward bound" for heaven. But your
companion is unsheltered. You remember
the day when the marriage ring was set.
Nothing has yet been able to break it. Sick
ness eame, and the finger shrank, but the
ring staid on. The twain stood alone above
the child's grave, and the dark mouth of the
tomb swallowed up a thousand hopes, but
the ring dropped not into the open grave.
Days of poverty came, and the hand did
many a hard day's work, but the rubbing of
the work against the ring only made it shine
brighter. Shall that ring ever be lost? Will
the iron clang ot the sepulcher gate crush it
forever? I pray God that you who have
been married on earth may be together Id
heaven. Oh, by the quiet bliss of your earthlj
borne, by the babe's cradle, by all the vows
of that day when you started life together, 1
beg you to see to it that you both get bite
the ark.
Come In, and bring your wife or your hus
aand with you not by fretting about relig
ion or dingdonging them about religion, but
by a consistent life and by a compelling prayei
that shall bring the throne of God down into
your room. Go home and take up the Bible
and read it together, and then'kneel down
and commend your souls to Him who has
watched you all these years, and before yo
rise there will be a fluttering ot wings oer
your head, angel crying to angel, "Behold,
hey prayt"
But this does not Include all your family.
Bring the children too. God bless the deas
children! What would our homes be with
out them? Wa may have dins much for
them. They have done more for us. What
salve for a wounded heart there is in the
soft palm of a child's hand! Did harp or
flute ever have such musio as thera is in a
child's "good night't" From our coarse,
rough life the angels of God are often driven
back. But who comas into the nursery with
out feeling that angela are hovering around.
Tfhey who die in infancy go straight Into
glory, but yon are expecting your children
to grow up in this world. Is it not ques
tion, then, that rings through all the corri
dors and windings and heights and depths of
your soul, what is to become of your sons
and daughters for time and for eternity?
"Oh," yoa say, "I mean to see that they have
gooa manners. very weu. --1 mean- 10 1
dress them well, if I have myself to go shabby." ,
Very good. "I shall give them an eduoa-
lion; I shall leavs them a fortune." Vary
well. But Is that all? Don't you mean to
takft-lbera. into the ark?. Doa tyau know
(Earths ato"fi2 Is' coming, and that out of
Christ there is Bo safety, no pardon, no hope,
10 heaven? '
How to get them in? Go in yourself! II
Noah had staid out, do you not suppose that
his sons Shern, Ham and Japhetn would
have staid out? Your sons and daughters
will be apt to do just as you do. Reject
Christ yourself, and the probability is that
your children will reject Him.
An aoeount was taken ot the religious
condition of families in a certain district.
In the families of pious parents two-thirds of
the children were Christians. In the families
Where the parents were ungodly only one
twelfth of the children were Christians.
Which way will you take your children? Out
Into the deluge or into the ark? Have yoa
ever made one earnest prayer for their im
mortal souls? What will you say in the
udgment when God asks, "Where is George
or Henry or Frank or Mary or Anna? Where
are those precious souls whose interests 1
ommitted into your hands?"
A dying son said to his father, '."Father,
you gave me an education and good mannert
and everything that the world oould do foe
me, but, father, you never told me how to
die, and now my soul is going out In tha
Oh, ye who have taught your children
to die? Life here is not so important as tha
?:reat hereafter. It Is not so muoh the few
urlongs this side of the grave as it is the
unending leagues beyond. O eternity,
eternity! Thy looks white with the ages, thy
voice announcing stupendous destiny, thy
trms reaciung across an the past ana an the
.uturol O eternity, eternity!
Go home and erect a famll v altar. Ton mnv
break down in your prayV. But nevet
mind, God will take what you mean, whether
yon express it Intelligibly or not. Bring all
your bouse Into the ark. Is there one son
whom you have given up? Is be so disslpat
ad that you have stopped counseling and
praying? Give him up? How dare you give
him up? Did God ever give you up? While
you have a single articulation of speech loft,
sease not to pray for the return of that prod
igal.. Hemay even now be standing on the
oeaon at Hong aong or Madras, meditating a
return to his father's house. Give him up?
Never adve him up! Has God promised to
hear thy prayer only to mock thee? It is not
too lata.
Eh fit. Paul's. London, there is a whisper
ing gallery. A voice uttered most foebly at
one side of the gallery ls heard distinctly at
the opposite side, a great distance off. So
every word of earnest prayer goes all around
the earth and makes heaven a whispering
gallery. Go into the arit not to sit down,
but to stand in the door and call until all the
family oome in. Aged Noah, where is Japh-
eth? David, where is Absalom? Hannah,
where ls Samuel
On one of the lake steamers there were a
father and two daughters journeying. They
teemed extremely poor. A benevolent gen
tlemen steppea up to the poor man to prof
fer some form of relief and Bald, "You seem
to be very poor, sir." "Poor, air," replied
the man, "it there s a poorer man than mn
a-troublin the world, God pity both of us!"
"I will take one of your children and adopt
it, if you say so. I think it would be a great
reiiel to you. " A what saia the poor
man. "A relief! Would it be a relief to have
the hands chopped off from the body, or the
heart torn from the breast? A relief indeed I
God be good t us I What do you mean,
3lr?" However many children we have, we
have none to give up. Which of our families
can we afford to spare out ot heaven? Will It
be the oldest? Will It be the youngest? Will
it be that one that was sick sometime ago?
Will it be the husband? Will it be the wife?
So, no! We must have them all In. Let us
-Mldaan's hftrnfo and start now.
ueave not one behind." Come,' father; come.
mother; come, son; come, aaiignwv; come,
brother; come, sisterl Only one etep and wa
are in Christ, the door, swings out to admit
us. And It ia not the hoarseness of a stormy
blast that you hear, but the voice of a loving
and patient God that alilresses you, saying,
"Come, thou and all thy bouse, into the
rk." And there may the Lord shut us lnl
ARTIFICIAL COTTON CLOTH.
A Cheap Subatltute Made From Woo
Pulp In Ilelgiuoa.
As if the unfortunate cotton planter had
lot enough to contend with in natural
forces, the science of chemistry has bean in
voked to enter into competition against the
great staple. United States Consul Morris
at Ghent, Belgium, In a special report to the
State Department, at Washington, describes
a new process ot making artillcial cotton
which has been remarkably successful, the
product being much cheaperthon the natural
cotton and possessing most of its qualities.
The basis ls wood pulp, whielj is changed
Into pure celulose and spun into thread and
then woven into cloth. It resembles ordi
nary cotton, but is not as strong as the natural
product. It weaves and works well, and can
be dyed as well as cotton. Bycoariiyf it with
nam illne and passing tt over glass a beauti
ful brilliancy may be given to it. Muoh
greater strength can be Imparted by parch
mentizing when it acquires a semi-transparency.
TO CALL PACES BY ELECTRICITY-
Members of Congress Will Signal No
Longer by Clapping Hands.
There will be one noticcnblo change when
the next Congress meets at Washington.
Ever since Congress bus been in existence tho
members have called the pae3 by lightly
clapping their hands together. Electricity is
now to be Invoked in the accomplishment of
this object. When the Fifty-fourth Congress
meets, every member will find a button on his
desk, which wUl require only a slight pres
sure to Insure the coming of a page. An
electric wire will be connected with a call
Soard similar to those used in hotels.
AN ALUMINUM FIDDLE,
ffaaye Uses One at Cincinnati for tlio Tln
Time In Public.
At Muslo Hall, Cincinnati, Ohio, Ysayo
played an aluminum violin, the first time
such an instrument has been played in pub
lic. Aluminum is the only metal whloh vi
bratos without producing overtones. The
disoovery is one of Dr. Alfred Spranger, the
scientist. Ysaye was shown the instrument,
tried It at his hotel and created much iiitor
t by introducing it.
Tbe Uallbut Season Kniled.
Halibut fishing in British Columbia waters
has closed for the season with a total catch
of 900,000 pounds, the price realized beinf
"ibout swra cents per flili.
Bloodhounds on the Poll-e Forre.
Anderson, ImL, has bought two trained
bloodhounds to add to its police force.
News in Brief.
The hydraulic elevator is slowly
.iving way before the electric elevator
It is said that one company operat
ing several London cafes consumed
last year 53,000 pounds of tea, 830,
COO pounds of beef and 328,000 pound
of Bugar.
1'iscicnltureis by no means a new
art. It has been practiced for ages by
the Chinese and the Eg ptians knew
something of it.
J. W. Jones, of Robertson, Ky.,
has fonnd a pearl on which is the per
fect outline of a man's hand. Seen
througn a microscope even the veins
appear. It is valued by experts at 3150,
Mrs. Dold, of Sellersburg, Ind.,
imagined she heard burglars in the
house, and was so frightened she died
three hours later.
The favorite Japanese vegetable is
the "Daikon," a huge radish. Kico
would scarcely be termed a vegetable,
as it takes the place of wheat Hour with
ns.
A woman who is in good health at
the ago of forty-hve is likely to out
live a mau of the same age.
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