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THE OONSTITUTION-THE UNION AND THE ENFORCEMENT OF THE LAWS.
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VOL. XLIX
MIFFLINTOWN, JUNIATA COUNTY. PENNA.. WEDNESDAY. JUNE 5. 1895.
NO. 25.
CHAPTEIt V. (Continued.)
"1 am glad I am not your maid, to
have the caro of such precious gems,
said Nora smiling.
"My dear Miss L'Estrange! What an
idea! When you marry and hare Jewels
of your own, you will know how to taks
core of them. ltring tea, Virgiuie; brinf
It quickly."
And Mrs. Uuthven npiIil herself t
put the papers and letters lying on th
table together with considerable method.
"Vhnt a charming view!" said Nora,
strolling to the window. "Io you know
I never was in these rooms before. They
were Mrs. Marsdon's. and used not to bs
opened, at least, when I was here as I
Child."
Mrs. Ruthven looked down thoughtful
fy. "These rooms are over tho library,
are they not?" she asked, "on the same
side as the conservatory? I would rath',
er look out in any other direction. I shall
not soon get over the impression of last
night's terror."
Here Virginia brought in the tea, ano;
Airs. Uuthven, settling herself in a large
arm chair, asked Nora to pour it out.
"None of them will tell me any par
ticulars about how I whs found, or what
happened," resumed Mrs. Ruthven. "I
fancy that gruff old doctor ordered me to
be kept from speaking of it. But yon
will not be so unkind! Itesides, I am not
to be kept from thinking of my misad
venture by his dictum. Tell me, dear
Miss L'Kst range, were you there when
Mr. Marsden first found me?"
"Yes! I was In tho breakfast-room
when he was trying to break away from
an old gentleman who would keep talking
to him, and I heard him say ho wanted
to take yu an ice."
"And then?"
"Oh! then Mr. Winton proposed wa
should go and look at the tent; but when
we enme to the conservatory, the door
was shut and locked. Mr. Marsden was
looking angry and bewildered. Then ha
suddenly remembered the way by the
corridor, and we saw him go past and
return imediately to call for help. Ho
Helen, Mrs. L'Kstrangc and I went In.
She raised your arm, you were lying lika
a deail creature, nnd bi gau to fan you."
"And who lifted mo from tho divan ?"
looking hard at Nora.
"No one; at least, not while I was
there."
"Not Mr. Marsden?"
"Oh. no! He looked so white, so dread
fully distressed. He stood behind Helen,
and kept begging her to see if yon wero
hurt. Then the doctor came and sent
every one away except the Squire and
I.ady Dorrington."
"Yes! Hers was the first face I reeog
nixed, and then I.ady Dorrington and tho
doctor helped me upstairs? It is strange,
I cannot quite account for it."
"For what. Mrs. Uuthven?"
"Oh, nothing: only a curious Impres
jion that some one had lifted me up
some effect of returning consciousness, I
suppose !"
Phe fell into n fit of musing.
From this she roused to ask a good
many questions alwut Winton nnd his old
friendship with Mrs. IEstrange, giving
Nora a sensation of being gently but
thoroughly sifted. Moreover, one or two
significant looks and words conveyed tho
alarming idea that the clear-sighted wid
ow suspected Winton of admiring Nora,
or Nora of admiring Winton, which made
that saucy young lady vexed and un
tnsy. "Well, I suppose I must let her go,'
said Mrs. Uuthven, as Nora rose to es
cape further cross-examination. "It is
so good of you to come and Bit with me.
In truth, I wns glad to get rid even of
dear I.ady Dorrington, as no one would
talk naturally, or let me speak of what
is uppermost in my mind."
"I shall come and say good-by to yot
to-morrow," returned Nora. "I earnestly
hope you will soon shake off your nervous
ness, though you are wonderfully brave
and comiosed."
Mrs. Ruthven went with her to tht
door, and then again sunk into the fau
teuil, where she remained for some timo
In deepest thought.
Nora L'Estrange attracted her curiosl
ty, her evident admiration and liking
soothed the little lady's inordinate vani
ty, while it overpassed her comprehen
sion; she was too keen an observer to be.
Her. It was altogether put on, still sha
occasionally doubted her sincerity, so
contrary was a woman's honest apprecia
tion of onother woman, to all her prc
Tions experience.
Nora's pleasant, Tarying voice and
frank looks had a certain charm for her,
even while she feared their effect on
Marsden. They gave the hard, selfish,
fiery, material creature glimpses of possi
ble sweetness that would never cloy, of
restful affection free from all dross of
passion or self-interest. But, perhaps,
the strangest sensation excited by Nora,
was resentful envy, not of the girl's fresh,
youthful good looks, but of her free, un
trammeled spirit; every word, every atti
tude, was unstudied, spontaneous; she
wanted so little, her simple, poverty
stricken life, ns Mrs. Ruthven considered
it, s-med bo joyous and satisfying, she
appeared to haTe no craving for rank 01
riches or jewels. Life, pure, healthy
existence, was enough; she had nothing
to strive after, or scheme for, or want
from others, at least, so she seemed ay,
seemed but who could tell what lurked
under the seeming? She must have ber
cravings, her hidden pnssions, which she
dared not show the world. What was
she? What difference was there between
her human flesh and that of other women!
No, she was as yet but half developed,
nd how often childish simplicity was but
the outer garb of cunning?
There was something In Nora
IEstrange that puzzled and disturbed
Mrs. Uuthven. If she could have found
her guilty of any vicious folly,
she might have liked her better than she
ever liked auything except a lover. As
It whs. the balance trembled between lik
ing and hatred.
"She does not care for Marsden,"
thought Mrs. Ruthven, her supple form
crouched together, her chin resting in one
palm, her elbow on her knee, "she ha
some unaeountnble fancy for that cold,
acornful. Insolent Winton. But Mars
nen himself? I am not so eure knout
Mm. He has not often encountered la-
difference. It may be attractive. How
ever, if she cares for Winton ah! my
difficulties are growing complicated. I
must think. If the faint, vile suspicions
that have come to me prove correct, how
shall I act? Oh, I will punish, punish
bitterly! But I will secure my object
vr
Then she sprung up and rang for hel
maid.
"Tate awaj tH tea things. Alk-U
Captain Shirley is In the house; i so,
tsk him to come to me."
"Captain Shirley has not returned,
madume. Mr. Marsden bad just asked
to see yon, but Miss L'Estrange was going
out and he went out with her."
"Mr. Marsden asked for me?"
"Yes, madume; he said he would bt
tack directly."
"Take away those things, then," re
turned her mistress in a sharp voice.
"And I will dress; I shall go down to din
ner. It does me no good to bo shut up
iere."
Half an hour after the lamps in thr
boudoir were lighted, and Mrs. Ruthven,
in black silk and jet, wrapped in a soft
Indian mantle of blue and gold, beneath
which she shivered occasionally, was sit
ting by the fire. She had scarce taken her
j.lace when Virgiuie ushered iu Captain
Shirley.
"Excuse my dusty boots," he said com
ing quickly to her. "Hearing you wished
to see me I came at once. I am glad to
see you are looking better than I ex
pected." "Yes; I am nearly myself," she re
turned, smiling graciously, and motioning
him to si t down. "When do you return
to town?"
"By an early train to-morrow.
"And I, in the afternoon. Shall I see
yon on my arrival?"
"If you need my services, yes; but 1
had intended miming over to Ostend to
see my sister, who has been seriously III,
1 ought to have gone before."
"To Ostend?" repeated Mrs. Ruthven,
as If to herself.
"But if I can be of any use "
"Yes, yon can," she interruptd abrupt
ly. "Do you remember a wonderful de
tective who was employed by Lady Dart
rey to obtain evidence against her hus
band In that famous case?"
"I do, at least I recollect hearing ol
liim." Shirley rose ns he spoke, and rest
d his arm on the mantel piece, his face
deep in shadow, as the lamp was behind
him.
"If you will get me this man's address,
1 should be glad."
' "I have not the faintest Idea where to
Snd him."
"Lady Dartrey's solicitors would tel'
you. lie is a private detective, yov
know, and I do not want any creature
to know that I am employing one on my
own account. You must undertake this
for me, Shirley."
"I will, if you are so anxious for It
But I must warn yon that he will be a
rostly machine, and, unfortunately, you
have not the faintest clew to guide him;
ivait until "
"Until all chance of discovery has
passed by? No, Captain Shirley, I have
too much common sense. Find me this
xnn, or I shall do it myself."
"I will look for him and bring him to
yon, Mrs. Ruthven."
"I shall be quite content with his ad
dress.' "Yon will hear what the police de
tective Marsden has sent for has to
say?"
"I shall follow my own line. No mat
ter! But hush, I will speak to you later."
The door opened to admit Lady Dorring
ton and her brother.
"I have sent for one of the best detec
tives in their employment to Scotland
Yard," said Marsden to Mrs. Ruthven,
after they bad exchanged a few words.
"And I must beg yon not to leave until
you hnve given him your own version of
the story and show him the position in
which the thief surprised you. The tent
remains as It Is nntil he comes! we will
keep his coming dark, as the thief, or
thieves, will be less on their guard, if
they think the local Dogberries only are
concerned.
"Bat, Mr. Marsden, I really do no
think I could bear to enter that horrible
tent again! Y'ou do not know
"I can well Imagine your condition of
mind, let, my dear Mrs. Ruthven, you
must not shrink from anything which
may tend to discover the scoundrel who
not only robbed you, but endangered your
life. Let me entreat yon to stay a couple
of days longer. I expect the detective
officer to-night. I ought to tell you, that
in the road outside the Oldbridge gate
you know it?" to Lady Dorrington
"there was a slight mark, as if a two
wheeled conveyance had turned sharply
round; but on such a night when vehicles
of all kinds were coming and going, it
proves nothing."
"Y'ou really must not go, Mrs. Ruth
ven!" said Lady Dorrington, impres
sively. "I will not oppose you, then," said the
fair widow, "though I begin to fear It U
but lost labor, the search for my jewels."
"No, no. I do not give up hope yet,"
cried Shirley. "Detectives do wonderfu'
things."
"There goes the gong. I must rah
away and dress. You will join ns at din
ner, will yon not, Mrs. Ruthven?"
"Thank yon, I will."
Lady Dorrington and Shirley went oft
to their respective rooms, and Marsden,
pushing a low ottoman close to Mrs.
Uuthven, sat down, almost at her feet.
"Y'ou are a shade less pallid than yon
were," he said, taking her hand. "Let
me see if your pulse is steadier," and he
proceeded deliberately to manipulate ber
wrist. "I cannot say how awfully cut
np I am about this frightful business! If
I were a millionaire, and could replace
the gems you have lost!"
"Even if yon were, yon could not," in
terrupted Mrs. Rnthven, leaving her hand
in his. "There are associations! " she
paused.
"I know," aald Marsden "t-oor uiiar-lie-"
"Charlie!" she repeated, In ft peculiar
tone.
"At any rate you will not leave until 1
can accompany you." he continued. "I
must stay and see this detective myself."
"Very well," and she tried to withdraw
her hnnd; Marsden kissed it and let it go.
"Did you see Miss L'Estrange safely
home?" she asked.
"Nora? No. Fortunately Winten
turned op, and I gave her over to him
It was too dark to lot her go alone."
There was a pause, then Mrs. Uuthven
tsked, dreamily, as If speaking out of hoc
thoughts:
"What did the Jeweler In Tarls saj
.hat man who was collecting rubles fori
a Russian prince was willing to give for
mine?"
"I don't remember," said Maraden.
'When? When yon were last In Paris?"
"Yes. Don't you remember the clasp
sf the necklace did not seem secure, and
I gave It to the Jeweler that Connt Henri
de Meudon recommended Or, was It
before yon met me there in Jane?"
"Before, I think. I should not hav
forgotten, had I heard, though my mind
was full of different matter." An ex
pressive glance gave point to his words.
Mrs. Ruthven looked down with a
thoughtful smile.
"Well, believe this agent, or jewel
merchant, offered something like 1,500,-
u" a "umI 'uvvo" 11
"I have always been told so. It Is too
uuch to loseH'
"It certainly is! I must bestir myself,
and find some good investment for that
money of yours, which la lying fallow in
the Three Ter Cents."
"I shall not invest in jewels, at aU
vents! The sense of insecurity will nev
er leave me." And she shivered.
"You ought never to be alone agnIn,K
said Marsden, in a low voice. "Weil,
you will endure this ill-omened house till
Monday, at least, then I will escort yon
to town. Is that understood?"
"So be it," she returned.
"And you will come down to dinner!
Vou must not allow yourself to despair!
These detectives do wonders, some
times." "No doubt But I see the difficulty oi
.-ecovering my rubles Is enormous. Once
out of their setting (and Mr. Winton
says thieves always take them out), how
can I swear to them ? How can I Identify
them?"
"Let ns hopo for the best. Now, 1
anve barely left myself ten minutes to
dress. I shall find you In the drawing
room, shall I not?"
He took and pressed her hand onct
more before he went hastily away.
Mrs. Ruthven looked after him witl
tnxious eyes, then she clasped her bands
together and walked once to and fro.
Finally she went down to her toilet table
and tonched her lower eyelids with Khol,
delicately, artistically; took up a shell
containing rose-colored powder; but laid
it aside again, divided the thick, curly
fringe on her forehead to ahow her fine
eyebrows, and fastening a bouquet of
deep red geraniums among the black lace
of her corsage, wrapped her cloak closer
round her, and descended to the drawing-room.
Tho well-known astute London detec
.ive, however, had no more success than
the less experienced rural police.
He made a careful search through tht
rooms. Insisted on Mrs. Rnthven's repro
ducing her position in the tent and
minutely describing the circumstances
of the robbery, and Inquired the length
of time Marsden was absent. Finally
he hinted darkly that he had an Idea as
to the guilty party.
"I don't say It's more than a suspl
.-Ion," he said to Mrs. Ruthven and Mars
den; "but it seems to me it's not Impos
sible that some trained hand might have
got in among the confectioner's men, and
watched his opportunity. You see, if he
had the pluck to go straight back to his
post, with the jewels in his pocket, and
just kept at his work, he'd be as safe as
a chnrch. There is no tracing the cloak
nnd hat to any one. I have spoken with
the men who were here, and they seem
all right; but two have gone away. I'll
find out all about them when I go back
to town. If one or other Is a stranger
nken on a job, I'll have to track him."
"It seems impossible that any mat
would have the daring to do such a deed
and then return to his duties in the supper-room!"
cried Mrs. Ruthven.
"You can have no notion, ma'am, whaf
i high-class swell mobsman would dare
snd do. It's possible the jewels have
gone that way. We must hunt up the
thief in London, and especially In the
big Dutch towns. There are a lot of Jew
precious stone merchants abroad, as would
give a long price for such gems and no
questions asked. Of course, if they had
a clear idea the goods were stolen, they
would give notice fast enough, but they
would not be too keen to act even on a
shrewd suspicion."
"You will give notice to all the prin
fipal Jewelers at home and abroad, and
In the colonies, in case the lost gems are
offered for sale?" cried Marsden.
"Yes, of course; but there comes In tht
difficulty of Identification. Any way, I'll
do my best for my own character's sake,
nnd the lady's sake; but we'll say noth
ing of tha handsome reward yon men
tioned, sir; that Is against my princTplcs;
but if, when I have done my Mooty' yon
like to make me a compliment, that's an
other pair of shoes."
"Yon may trust me," said Marsden.
"And me, too," added Mrs. Ruthrctk,
with a sweet smile, whereupon, after en
joining the strictest secrecy on his hearers
regarding his suggestions aa to the possi
ble thief, the highly Intelligent officer de
parted. (To be continued.)
Bow Turk Pray for the Infidel.
The following Is an exact translation
from the Arabic of the official prayer
of Islam, which la used throughout
Turkey and dally repeated In the Cairo
"Azhar" University by 10,000 Moham
nedan students from all lands:
"I seek refuge with Allah from Satav
the accursed. Jjl the name of Allah
the Compassionate, the Merciful I O
Lord of all Creatures! O Allah! De
stroy the Infidels and polythelsts, thine
enemies and the enemies of the relig
ion! O Allah! Make their children or
phans, and defile their abodes, and
cause their feet to slip, and give them.
and their families, and tielr house
holds, and their women, and their chil
dren, and their relatives by marriage,
and their brothers, and their friends,
and their possessions, and their race,
and their wealth, and their lands, as
booty to the Moslems, O Lord of all
Creatures!"
In all the other religions of even thv
eml-clvlllzed nations of the globe
there can be no prayer found to paral
lei this cruel appeal of Islam to the
spirit of Inhumanity. Bulgaria, Da
mascus, Lebanon and Armenia may or
may not be hotbeds of anti-Turkish In
trigue; with such a national prayer
Turkey stands self-condemned before
the world. Philadelphia Record.
7 f wa V m.r nn, ivinai-lAnnfl .11 riffhfc.
am a tlnatph fol AtlvthiniT On eStth.
and equal to anything in heaven.
People seldom criticise a man s bad
handwriting when it comes to them at
the bottom of a good-6ized check.
If . ali men were absolutely equal,
hypocrisy would be crushed out and
superseded by candor.
Know what thou canst best work at,
and work at it like a Hercules. That
will be thy better plan.
One man prowls about the hard
timef, and another works to make times
better. That is about the way it goes
Young man, don't work for nothing;
vou can't make money, nor even any
reputation by it.
X-luluIIJg Burnt -'O w .-...
hath procised, and ye by faith and
prayer are fit to receive.
We must not let go manifest truths
because we cannot answer all questions
about them.
There never was any heart trniy
great and generous that was net also
tender aad compassionate.
Great mischiefs happen more often
from folly, meanness and vanity than
from the greater sins of avarice and
ambition.
TOETUKEI) BY TUfiKS,
"
I -
k MISSIONARY DESCRIBES AR
MENIAN SUFFERINGS.
Awful Atrocities Committed by Kurd,
and Soldier of the Bnltaa-PrleaU
MassacredChildren Are Cut In Iw
ad Their Jaw. Torn Apart.
A Tale of Horror.
There does not seem to be much doubt
J that the sufferings endured by the
wretcnea Armenians are aomeuiins
more dreadful than can be conceived
VTUBDEBED IX THEIB BEDS.
Unprotected and left to the mercy of a
pitiless enemy to their physical tor
turcs Is added the hopelessness of de
spair; the government allows their foei
to work their cruel will on women an
;hlldren as well as men.
A returned American missionary,
Frederick Davis Greene, has written s
book that has just been published by
the Philo-Armenian Association and
scattered broadcast over this country,
Jn which a terrible picture Is given ol
Armenian sufferings. To show how ob
stinately the Turkish Government up
holds Its own side of the case and how
loth it Is to acknowledge Its own wrong
doing, H Is only necessary to consldei
that It has had a book printed In New
York as an offset to Mr. Greene's work.
In this Armenian affairs are barely
touched on and the kindness of the Sul
tan and his eagerness for his people's
ITABHIXO AN ARMEX1AK CHIEF TO PIECES
welfare Is treated of In glowing colors.
Many of the atrocities described Id
Mr. Greene's book are too horrible fot
publication. Here are some extracts
from a description of the great massa
ere at Sassoun, near Moosh:
"The government had suspected that
the Talvoveeg villages were harboring
agitators, and had sent orders to certain
Kurdish chiefs to attack the district, as
suming the responsibility for all they
should kill and promising the Kurds all
he spoil.
"At first the Kurds were set on and
the troops kept out of sight. The vil
lagers, put to the fight, and thinking
they had on'y the Kurds to deal with,
repulsed them on several occasions.
Borne of the troops assumed Kurdish
dress aud helped them In the fight with
more success. Small companies ol
Iroops entered several villages, saying
Ihey had come to protect them as loytl
subjects, and were quartered among
DROPPIXO A PRIEST OX BAYONETS.
the houses. In the night they arosi
and slew the sleeping villagers, mat
voman, and child.
"By this time those In the other vl'
tages were beginning to feel that e
termination was the object of the gov
irnment, and desperately determine!
o sell their lives as dearly as possible
"No distinctions were made betweei
jersons or villages as to whether the;
were loyal and had paid their taxes a
not. The orders were to make a cleai
iweep. A priest and some leading mei
from one village went out to meet ai
Officer, taking In their hands their taj
receipts, declaring their loyalty ani
begging for mercy; but the village wa
iurronnded and all human beings pu
to the bayonet A large and stronj
man, the chief of one village, was cap
A TURKISH SOLDIER'S PASTIMX. V
tured by the Kurds, who tied htm
threw him on the ground and, squatting
around him, stabbed him to pieces.
"At Galogotan many young men wer
i tied band and foot, laid In a row, cov-j
ered with brushwood and burned alive.
, Others were seized and hacked to deatt
piecemeal.
I "At another village a priest and sev
eral leading men were captured and
I promised release If they would tel
' where others had fled, but after telllnf
' all but the priest were killed. A chair
Jwas put around the priest's neck anc
I pulled from opposite sides till he wat
several times choked and revived, aftei
which several bayonets were plantec
upright and he was raised In the all
and let fall upon tnem.
I "The men of one village, when fleeing!
jqoX the women and children, somi
300 In number, and placed them In a
sort of grotto In a ravine. After sev
eral days the soldiers found them and
butchered those who had not died of
hnnger.
"Children were frequently held np b
(he hair and cut In two or had thell
Jaws torn apart. The last stand took
place on Mount Andoke, south of
Moosh, where some thousand persons
had sought refuge. The Kurds were
sent hi relays to attack them, and after
the besieged had been without food for
several days and their ammunition was
exhausted the troops succeeded In
reaching the summit without any loss,
md let scarcely a man escape.
"Now all turned their attention U
;hose who had been driven Into the
Talvoveeg district Three or four thou
sand of the besieged were left In this
small plain. When they saw them
selves thickly surrounded on all sides
by Turks and Kurds, they raised their
hands to heaven with an agonizing
moan for deliverance. They wers
thinned out by rifle shots and the re
mainder were slaughtered with bayo
nets and swords till a veritable river of
blood flowed from the heaps of the
slain. Forty villages were totally de
stroyed, and it is probable that 10,
000 at least were killed. The lowest
estjmate Is 10,000, and many put It
much higher."
Painless Falls.
"It wasn't the fall I moladed," salt
?at, describing has sensation In falling
from a scaffold. "Begorra, I'd of gone
on travelln' that way forever; it wns
the stop at the lnd that Inconvanlenced
me." This seems to have been the ex
perience Of many who have been pre
cipitated from a height; while falling
they were conscious of no pain, no ter
ror, though perfectly aware of what
was transpiring. Mr. Whymper, who
has porbaps had more bad falls than
any living man, says that he once fell
and rebounded from rock to rock In
the Alps, and felt absolutely no pain,
though he heard himself strike. The
mind acts so rapidly that the experi
ence of a fall of a few moments will
sometimes take an hour to describe af
terward. As In drowning, the whole
previous life seems to flash with dream
like rapidity through the mind, and
this gives place by delightful stages
to dreamless unconsciousness. Among
the ancient Norsemen, an old warrior,
who had had the misfortune not to full
In battle, usually threw himself from
the top of a cliff to gain admittance to
Valhalla. The pleasant experiences of
those who had fallen and escaped alive
may have had something to do with th
practice and belief.
An Old Roman Bath.
The following Is called a "mock mflk
ath," and wouldn't be a bad thing to
try if It was not named at all: Moke up
a dozen cheese cloth bags about a foot
square. Fill them with oatmeal and
pure white castile soap shaved fine
two-thirds oatmeal and one-third soap.
Put In the bag a teaspoon ful of borax
and some orris root or lavender flow
ers, or anything of that kind that you
like as a perfume. Have about twelve
gallons of water for your bath and
make It pretty warm. Use the bag for
a wash rag, and you will come out of
each bath feeling as though you had
the skin of a baby. Of course, one bag
will only do for one bath, and the con
tents will then have to be thrown
away, but the cheese cloth can b
washed and used till it breaks In hole
Bow Do the Turkeys Know.
Says an old Pennsylvania farmer: "
Always know when there Is to be a
windstorm by watching the turkeys
and chickens go to roost each night
In calm weather the fowls always roost
on their poles with their heads alter
nating each way; that Is, one faces east,
the next west and so on. But when
there Is going to be a high wind they
always roost with their heads toward
the direction from which It Is coming.
There are reasons for these different
ways of roosting, I take It When
there Is no wind to guard against they
can see other danger more readily if
they are headed in both directions, but
when wind Is to arise they face It be
cause they can bold their positions bet
ter. But the part I can't understand,"
he concluded, "is how the critters know
that the wind Is going to rise when w
mortals lack all Intimation of It"
What remarkable places some fear
iorue souls choose for the hiding of
their money! A New York woman con
cealed a thousand dollars worth of
diamonds In one of her old shoes lately
for fear the burglars would get them.
Her hired girl took the shoe to the cob
bler's to get it mended, and now that
lady mourns her diamonds. A Michi
gan woman who bad no faith In banks
recently hid her money (one thousand
dollars), in her house, whether undet
the carpet, or In a cracked teapot, or in
an old tomato can, under the kitchen
sink is not stated. At any rate, mask
ed men got In, bound and gagged hei
and took all her money, leaving bet
more dead than alive. It would have
been more satisfactory to lose the mon
ey In a broken bank than to lose It lv
that violent way.
Made by a Cannon Ball.
A man near Doniphan, Ma, chopped
down a tree to get at a coon. Then hi
found the hole he was watching was
made, sot by the coon, but by a can
non ball, fired during the civil war.
Boiled Sewing Machine.
This does not make a very palatable
dish, but It gives very satisfactory re
sults. A sewmg machine that seems to
get out of order without cause Is prob
ably dirty, and will fall to give satis
faction until thoroughly cleaned, if
the works are set carefully into a boil
er of boiling hot soap suds they may he
quickly cleaned with little trouble. Add
a teaspoonful of ammonia to a pall of
the suds, and let the machine works
stand In this until the dirt Is removed.
Then lift out and dry thoroughly with
a woolen cloth, and set It In a warm
place until every particle of dampness
Is removed. Now set It on the stand, oil
every part, adjust the belt and the
machine will run like a new one. Old
clocks that have seemed to outlive their
usefulness may be treated in this man
ner, and a thorough boiling will oftei
cleanse the works and give them a
new lease of usefulness.
P. DR. T0LP6E.
The Brooklyn Divine's Sunday
Sermon.
Subject : Wing and IIand.M
Text: "The likeness of the hands of I,
man was under their wings." Ezekiel X., 21
While tossed on the sea between Australia
snd Ceylon I first particularly noticed thii
text, of which then and there I made memo
randum. This chapter Is all aflutter wits
cherubim. W ho are the cherubim? An or
der of angels radiant, mighty, all knowing,
adoring, worshipful. When painter or sculp
tor tried in temple at Jerusalem or In mar
ble of Egypt to represent the cherubim h
mad. them part lion or part oz or part
eagle. But much ot that is aa unintended
burlesque of tha cherubim whose majesty
and speed and splendor we will never know
nntil lifted into their presence we behold
them for ourselves, as I pray by the pardon
ing grace of God we all may. But all the ac
counts Biblical and all tho suppositions hu
man represent the cherubim with wings,
each wing about seven feet long, vaster,
more imposing than any plumage that eve
floated In earthly atmosphere.
Condor in flight fcbovo Colmborazo, ot
Rocky Mountain eagle aiming for the noon
day sun, or albatross in play with ocean
tempests, presents no such glory. We can
get an imperfect idea oi the wing of cheru
bim by the only wing we see the bird's
pinion which is the arm of the bird, but in
some respects more wondrous than the hu
man arm; with power ot making itself mora
light or more heavy, of expansion and con
tract ion; defying all altitudes and all abysms)
the bird looking down with pity upon boast
ing man as he t Mis up the sides ot the Adi
rondack, while the wing with a few strokes
puts the highest crags far beneath claw and
beak. But the bird's wing is only a feeble
suggestion of cherubim's wing. The great
ness ot that, the rapidity of that, the
radiance of that, the Bible again and agair
lets forth.
My attention is not more attracted by those
wings than by what they reveal when lifted.
In two places in Ezekiel we are told there
were hands under the wings human hands,
hands like ours. "The likeness of the hands
of a man was under the wings." We have
all noticed the wing of the cherubim, but no
one seems yet to have noticed the human
hand under the wing. There are whole ser
mons, wboleanthems,wholedoxologiestwhol
millenniums In that combination of hand
and wing. If this world Is ever brought to
God, it will be by appreciation ot the fact
that supernatural and human agencies are to
go together that which soars and that which
practically works, that which ascends the
heavens and that which reaohes forth to
earth, the joining of the terrestrial and th
oelestrial, the hand and the wing.
We see this union In the construction ol
the Bible. The wing of inspiration is in
every chapter. What realms of the ran-1
oomed earth did Isaiah fly over! Over what
battlefields for righteousness, what corona
tions, what dominions ofgladness, what rain
bows around the throne did St. John hoverl
But in every book of the Bible you just at
certainly see the human hand that wrote it,
Moses, the lawyer, showing his hand in tin
Ten Commandments, the foundation of all
good legislation; Amos, the herdsman, show
ing his hand In similes drawn from flcMi
and flocks: the fishermen apostles showing
their hand when writing about Oospel nets
Luke, the physician; showing his hand by
fivlng especial attention to diseases oared)
'aul showing his scholarly hand by quoting
from heathen poets, and making arguments
about the resurrection that stand as
firmly as on the day he planted them, and
BU John shows his hand by taking
his imagery from the appearance ot tha
bright waters spread around the Island of
Patmos at hoar of sunset, when he speaks ot
the sea of glass mingled with Are; scores ot
bands writing the parables, tho miracles,
the promises, the hosannas, the raptures, t'-.e
consalations, tha woes of ages. Oh, taa
Bible is so human, so full of heartbeats, so
sympathetic, so wet with tears, so trium
phant with palm branches, that it takes hold
Of the human race as nothing else ever oan
take hold of it. each writer In his own styla
Job, the scientific; Solomon, the royal
blooded; Jeremiah, the despondent; Daniel,
the abstemious ana heroic why, we know
their style so well that we need not look to
the top ot the page to see who is the author.
No more conspicuous tha uplifting wing ol
Inspiration than the hand, the warm hand,
the flexible hand, the skillful hand of hu
man instrumentality. "The likeness of tht
hands of a man was under the wings."
Again, behold this combination of my text
In ail successful Christian work. We stand
or kneel In our pulpits and social meetingi
and reformatory associations offering prayer.
Now, if anything has wings, it Is prayer. It
can fly farther and faster than anything
can now think of. In one second of time
from where you sit it can fly to the throne ol
God aud alight in England. In one second
of ttms-frjm where ou sit it can fly to th
throne ot God and alight in India. It can
girdle the earth in ashorter time than you can
seal a letter, or clasp a belt, or hook an eye.
Wings, whether that prayer starts from an
Infant s tongue or the trembling lip of a cen
tenarirji, rising from the heart of a farmer's
wife standing at the dashing churn, or be
fore the hot breath ot a country
oven, they soar away and pick
oat of all the shipping of the earth on all
the sea; the craft on which ber sailor boy
is voyaging. lea. prayer can fly clear down
into thj future. When the father of Queen
Vlctori i was dying, he asked that the infant
Victoriu might be brought while he sat up ia
bed, and the babe was brought, and the
father prayed, If this child should live to
become Queen of England, may she rule is
the fear of God!" Having ended his prayer,
he said, "Take the child away, Bui
atf wiio know the history of Eng
land for the last fifty years know thai
the prayer for that infant more than seventy
years it:o has been answered, and with what
emphasis and affection millions of the
Queen's subjects have this day In chapels
aud cathedrals, and sea, supplicated, "God
Save the Queen!"
Prayer tiles not only acress continents, but
across centuries. If prayer had only feet, it
might run here and there and do wonders.
But it has wings, and they are aa radiant ol
plume aad as swift to rise or swoop or dart
or cirolo as theTcherubim's wings which
swept through Ezekiel's vision. But, oh, my
friends, the prayer must have the hand un
der the wing, or it may amount to nothing.
The mother's hand, or the father's hand,
must write to the wayward boy as soon as
you can hear how to address him. Christian
souls must contribute to the evangelism of
that far off land for which they have been
praying. Stop singing "Fly abroad, thou
mighty Gospel," unless you are willing to
give something of your own means to make
It fly. Have you been praying for the salva
tion of a young man's soul? 1 bat is right,
but also extend the hand of invitation tc
some to a religious meeting.
It always excites our sympathy to see a
man with his hand In sling. We ask hlmi
"What is the n after? Hope it is not a
felon;" or, "Have your fingers been
crushed?" But nine out of ten of all Chris
tians are going their lite long with theit
hand in a sling. They have been hurt by in.
oiaerenca ;or wrong laeas ofwnat is best,
or it is injured of conventionalties. and the)
never put fdrth that hand to lift or help ot
rescue any one. They pray, and their prayet
has wings, but there is no hand under th
wings. From the very structure of the hand
we might make np our mind as to some ol
the things it was made for to hold fast, to
lift, to push, to pull, to help and to rescue.
Ana endowed with two hands, we might talcs
the broad bint that for others as well as fot
ourselves we were to hold fast, to lift to
push, topull, to help, to rescue. Wondrous
hand! You know something of the "Bridge
water Treatises." When Bev. Francis Henry
Bridgewater in his will left tW,000 for es.
says on "The Power, Wisdom and Goodness
of God, as Manifested in the Creation," and
Davis Gilbert, the President of the Society,
chose eight persons to write eight books, sii
Charles Bell, the scientist, chewe as the snf
ject of bis great book, "The Hand: Its M
Ihanlsm and Vital Endowments as Evinoing
Design." Oh, the handl Its machinery be
ginning at the shoulder, and working
through shafts of bone, upper arm and fore
arm, down to the eight bones of the wrist,
and the live bones of the palm, and the foar.
teea bones of the fingers and thumb, tad
edmposed 6Ta'laTyfinth-bf muscle ahd'nerva
snd artery and flesh, which no one but AU
mighty God could have planned or executed,
But how suggestive when it reached down to
ns from under the wings of the cherubim!
The likeness of the hands of a man was un
fertile wings."
This idea Is combined In Christ When H
rose from Mount Olivet, Ha took wing. All
dp and down His life you see the uplifting
4i vinty. It flashed in His eyes. Irs cadences
Were heard In His voice. But He was also
very human. It was the hand under ths
wing that touched the woes of the world
Rnd took hold of the sympathies of tho on
irics. Watch His hand" beore it was spiked.
There was a dead girl in a governor's house,
lnd Christ comes into the room and takes
ber pale, cold hand in His warm grasp, and
he opens her eyes on the weeping house
hold and saysf "Father, what are you crying
ibout? Mother, what are you crying about?1
Che book saj-s, "Hs took btr by the hand,
lnd the maid arose." A follower, angered
St aa insult offered Christ, drew the sword
(rom sheath (nd struck at a man with tha
harp edge, aiming, I think, at his fore
head. But tha weapon glancad aside and
took oft the right ear at its roots. Christ
with His hand reconstructed that wonderful
Organ of sound, that whispering gallery ot
the soul, that collector of vibrations, that
arched way to the auditory nerve, that tun
ttel without which all the musi-nl instruments
of earth would be of no avail. Thebooksays,
HHe touched his ear and healed him." Meets
Ing a full grown man who had never seen a
sunrise, or a sanset, or a flower, or the face
Df his own father or mother, Christ aselsteni
the dust from His own tongue and 4rrs the
Bust Into an eye salve, aud with Ifls own
bands applies the strange medicatotnt, and
luadeniy all tne colors ot earth una ssy rusn
tn upon the newly created optic nerve and,
tne instantaneous noon drove out the ions
-light.
When He sees the eHn of Msry snd Mar
lha He sits do wn and cries with them. Boms
say it is the shortest verse in the Bible, but
to me it seems, because of its far reaching
lym path ins, about tha largest "Jesui
wept!" So very human. He could not stand
the sight of dropsy or epilepsy or paralysis
or hunger or dementia, but Ufa stretches out
His sympathetic haud toward it. Bo very,
very human. Omnipotent and majestic and
glorious, this angel of the new covenant,
with wings capable of encircling a universe,
and yet hands of gentleness, hand ot help.
fulnessf ''The hands of a man under ths
wings.' There is a kind of religion in on;
day that my text rebukes. There are men
and women spending their time In delecta
tion overtheir saved state goinr about from
prayer meeting to prayer meeting, and from
ehureh to church, telling how happy they
are. But show them a subscription paper,
or ask them to go and vijit the sick, or tell
them to reclaim a wanderer, or speak out
for some unpopular Christian enterprise,
and they have bronchitis or stitch in thesidf
or sudden attack ot grip. Their religion li
all wing and no hand. They can ft J
heavenward, but they cannot reach ou
larthward.
While Thomas Chalmers occupied th
shair of moral philosophy in St, Andrew'i
University he had at tho same time a Sabbatb
school cla.43 ot poor boys down in the slumi
of Edinburgh. While Lord Fitzgerald wiu
traveling in Canada he saw a poor Indiat
Squaw carrying a crushing load, and he took
the burden on his own Bhoulders. That was
Christlike. That was "a band under the
wing." Tha highest type of religion says
little about itself, but is busy lor God and ir
helping to the heavenly shore the crew anc
passengers of this shipwrecked planet. Such
people are busy now up the dark lanes ol'
this city, and all through the mountain
glens, and down in tho quarries where ths
sunlight has never visited, and amid
the rigging, helping to taka in anothoi
reef before the Caribbean whirlwind.
A friend was telling me of an exqulsits
thing about Seattle, then of Washing
ton Territory, now of Washington State.
The people of Seattle had raised a generous
sum of money tor the Johnstown sufferers
from the flooil. A few days after Seattle
was destroyed by Are. I saw it while ths
whole city was living in tents. In a publla
meeting some one proposed that the monej
raised for Johnstown be used for the reliel
of their own city, and the cry was Xol Nol
Sol Send the money to Johnstown, nnd by
acclamation tha money was so sent. N oth
ing more beautiful or sublime than that.
Under the wing of Are that smota Seartls
the sympathetic hand, the helping band, the
mighty hnnd of Christian relief for peopls
thousands of miles away.
Why, there are 100.000 men and womet,
whose one business is to help others. Help,
Ing hands, inspiring hands, lifting hands,
emancipating hands, saving hands. Surs
enough, those people had wines of faith and
wings ol prayer and wings of consolation,
but "the likeness oi the hands of a man was
under the wines." There was much sense
in that which the robust boatman said when
three were In a boat off the coast in a sud
den storm that threatened to sink tho boat,
and one suggested that they all kneel down
In the boat to pray, and the robust man took
hold of the oar and began to pull, saving.
"Let you, the strong, stout fellow, lay" hold
the other oar, and let tho weak one who can
not pull give himself up to prayer."
I'ray by all means, but at the same time pull
with all your might for the world's resoue,
an arctic traveler bunting beaver while ths
Ice was breaking up, and supposing that
there was no human being within 100 miles,
beard the ice crackle, and lot a lost man, in
sane with hunger and cold, was wading in
the Ice water. The explorer took the man
Into his canoe nnd made for land, and tha
teople gathered on the shore. All the island
ers had been looking forth a lost man, and
finding him, according to prearrangenient
all the bells rang and all the guns fired. Oh,
you can make a gladder time among ths
towers and hilltops of heaven If you car
'etch home a wanderer!
'In our time it is the hab't to denounce th
jities and to spoak of them as the perdition
of all wickedness. Is it not time for somj
one to tell the other side of tho story and ffi
lay that the city Is the heaven of practical
helpfulness? Look at theembowered and
fountained parks, where the Invalids may
some and be refreshed; the Bowery mission,
through which annually over 100,000 corns
to get broad for this lite nnd bread for ths
life to come all the pillows of that Institu
tion under the blessing of Him who had nol
Where to Hia bead: the free schools.
where the most impoverished are educatedi
the hospitals for broken bones; the hom
for the restoration of intellects astrayj
the Orphan House, father ami mother to all
Who come nnder its benediction; the mid.
Bight missions, which pour midnoon upon
tha darkened; the Prison Beform Assocla
don; the houses of mercy; the lnflrmariosi
the sheltering arms; the aid societies; the
Industrial schools; the Sailor's Snug Harbort
the foundling asylums; the free dlspensariesi
where greatest scientific skill feels the pulse
Of wan pauper: the ambulance, the startling
Stroke of its bell clearing the way to the
place of casualty, nnd good souls like tht
mother who came to the Howard Mission,
with its crowd of friendless boys picked U6
from the streets, and saying, "if you have a
erippled boy, give him to me; my dear boy
died with the spinal complaint," and such a
one she found and took him home and
nursed him till ho was well. It would taks
a sermon three weeks long to do justice to
the mlghtythincs which our cities are dolns
for the unfortunate and the lost. Do not
say that Christianity in our cities is all show
and talk and genuflexion and sacred noise,
Sou have been so long looking at the hand
of cruelty, and the band of theft, and ths
hand ot fraud, and tha band of outrage
that you have not sufficiently appreciated
the hand of help stretched forth from the
doors and windows of churches and from
merciful ins; tntions, the Christlike hand,
the cherubiu hand, "the hand under ths
Wing.-
." There Is also In my subject the suggestion
If rewarded work for God and righteousness.
When the wing went the hand went. When
the wing ascended the hand ascended; and
lor every useful and Christian hand there
Irill be elevation celestial and eternal. Ex
Sect no h'linan gratitude, for it will not
lome. Tnat was a wise thing Fenelon wrote
phis friend: "I am very glad, my dear,
rood fellow, that you are pleased with one
jf my lettorswhlch has been shown to you.
fou are righTin saying and believing that I
tsk little of men in general. I try to do
trach for them and to expect nothing in re-
Ern. I And a decided advantage in these
rms. On these terms I defy them to dis
Ippolnt ma." But, my hearers, the day
torn eth when your work, which perhaps no
ne has notioed or rewarded or honored,
jrili rise to heavenly recognition. While I
lava been telling you that the hand was un
Egrt'ia wlPT Ot tU9 ehextiblm I waolxouto
Fiaiiza that ths wing "was over The tianTT.
erhaps reward may not come to you right
sway. Washington lost more battles than ho
iron, but he triumphed at the last. Walter
loott. in boyhood, was called "the Greek
lockhead," but what height of renown did
le not afterward tread?
And I promise you victory farther ynt and
Jigher up, If not in this world then in the
next. Oh, tha heavenly rest when your
lifted handshallbe gloved with what honors,
Its Anger enringed with what Jewel', Its
wrists clasped with what splendorsl Coma
Dp and take it you Christian woman who
served at the washtubl Come np and taka
It, you Christian shoemaker, who pounded
the shoe last! Coma up and take it, you
professional nurse, whose compensation
never fully paid- for broken nights and the
whims and struggles of delirious sickrooms!
Come up and take it, you firemen, besweated,
tar down amid the greasy machinery of ocean
iteamers, and ya conductors and engineers
n railroads, that knew no Sunday, and
srhose ringing bells and loud whistle never
tarned off your own anxietiesl
Come up and tnka it, you mothers, who
ocked and lullabled the family brood until
Jhey took wing for other nests and never ap
preciated what you had done and suffered
lor them. Your hand was well favored
when you were young, and It was a beauti
ful hand, so well rounded, so graceful that
many admired and eulogized it, but hard
work calloused it and twisted it, and self
sacrificing toil for others paled it, and many
household griefs thinned it, and tha ring
which went on only with a push at tho mar
riage auar now is too large and falls ofr. and
again and again you have lost it. Poor hand!
Weary handl Wornout hand! But God will
reconstruct It, reanimate it, rea lorn it. and
all heaven will know the story of
that hand. What fallen ones it lifted npl
What tears It wiped awav! What wounds It
bandaged! What lighthouses it kimlledl
What storm tossed ships it brought Snto the
pearl beached haroorl Oh, I am so glad that
in tha vision of my text Ezekiel saw tho
wing above the hand. Roll on that everlast
ing rest for all the tolling and misunderstood
and sufTering and weary children of God, and
know right well that to join your hand, at
last emancipated from the struggle, will be
the soft hand, the gentle hnd. the trium
phant hand, of Him who wipnth away all
leas from, all faces. That.wlll.be the palae
of trra King or wlU'-to the poet sung In souit
what Scotch dialect :
It's a bonnle, bonnle warl that we're livu
in tha noo,
in sunny is ths lan wa aftea traivel thro',
put ia vain we loon tor something to which
oor hearts can cling,
for Its beanty Is as nacthing to the palace o'
the King.
JTs see oor frien's await us ower yonder r
His gate.
Ihen lot us a' ba ready, for, ya ken, it's get
tin late.
iiet oor lamps be briohtly burnin; lot's raise
oor voice and sing.
Joon we'll meet, to part nao malr, 1' the pal
ace of the King.
An Astonished stranger.
The admittance of a ierson who ia
not a member, to the lloor ot the
hnglish House of Commons during a
sessimi is an unpardonable ollence in
a serjeant-at-arms and generally
cause, his instant dismissal. He
must know the members, and is pun
ished If he makes a mistake. Amus
ing stories are told to illustrate the
speechless horror with which some
members have 1 een struck when an
Intruder has, by his own ignoranccor
by some inadvertence, been admitted
within the svrcd precincts.
Many years ago, before Mr. Glad
st ne was so well known as he is now,
that eminent statesman was si cak
ing one day on a not very Interesting
sub ect. The late Sir Walter Uart
telot was in his usual place at the
end of a bench, when a gentleman.
leaning across the pa-sage, inquired:
"Sir, will, you permit uie to ask
you who is the elderly person now
addressing the House'"
Sir Walter gazed at the man with
horror and amazement, and said with
scant courte-y, What do you say?"
'I beg your pardon, sir, but 1 do
not know the old gentleman.''
At this the Sussex b'ood of the
Carttelots was roused. "Sir, are you
a member of this House?"
"Oh no, sir."
"Then what on earth are you doing
here?"
"Well, I was under the gallery and
could not hear very well, so l stepped
over."
Sir Walter Earttelot's face assumed
an expression of judicial severity, but
he mixed kindness with judgment.
He said to the wretched man, "Hon't
move; listen attentively to what 1 am
going to say.
"You have incured fearful pen
alties by doing as you have done, and
If the Speaker had happened to re
ceive a number of petitions while
you wero here, you would have to
pay 500 pounds for every time lie
said, 'Is it your pleasure that this
petition ao lie on the table?' "
Tho sfanger turned rjala
"JS'ow," said Sir Walter, "attend
tome. Cet up quietly the moment
I have done speaking to you; walk
behind me, and go out at the little
door that you see not far from my
left shoulder; go down to the division
lobby to the door of the JIou-c, and
don't stop for a moment till you get
to your abode, and never, under any
circumstances, divulge the horrible
offense which you have committed."
The man feebly thanked him, with
tremulous knees rose to his feet, and
vanished. Having given the stranger
ample time to escape, Sir Walter re
lated the incident Vj his friends with
much humor and relisk
Associato with men of gooU quality ,
if you esteem your own reputation; it
is better to bo alone than in bad com
pany. Eat to please tbjself, but dress to
please others.
Xo abilities, however splendid, can
command success without labor and
persevering application.
Sorrow is a kind of rust of soul
which every new idea contributes in
its passage to scour away.
Wo o'ten say things because we can
say them well, rather than because
they are sound or reasonable.
Better one bite at forty of truth's
bitter rind than the hot wine that
gushed from the vintage at twenty.
It is beht to endure what yon can
not mend. He is a bad i-olilicr who
follows his captain complaining.
More helpfnl than all wisdom or
counsel is one draught of simplo
hnman pity that will not forsake us.
Help somebody worse off than your
self, nnd you will hDd that you are
better off than you fancied.
It goes against nn old man's grain to
rind his son sowing wild oats, drinking
rye and getting corned.
The wheel of fortune tnrns round in
cessantly, and who can say to himself
"1 shall" to-day be uppermost."
Prejudice is never easy nnless it
cau pass itself oil for reason.
A man must stand erect, not be kept
erect bj others.
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