Juniata sentinel and Republican. (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, July 10, 1895, Image 1
i u iillfai. B. F. BOHWEIEB, TUB OONOTITDTION-THE UNION AND THE ENFOBOEMBNT . OF THE LAWS. VOL. XLIX MIFFLINTOWN. JUNIATA COUNTY. PENNA.. WEDNESDAY. JULY 10. 1895. NO. 30. CHAPTER VII. Continued. "That i a long price, my dear Mrs Ttuthven," , "Not too long, I tliink; there are om4 field, attached which insure privacy a( present, anil are worth a Rood deal af building land. Then there is a good deal of handsome old-fashioned furniture itf .he house." , "Oh! If your solicitors are sntisfied. 1 have nothing to say ngainst it. My busij ness faculties are of the lowest order. I fer, however, tliat I cannot return befor Saturdny week. You will bo sorry to heal that my friend Ie Meudon has been dan gerously ill. I will try to return by Paris, and have a look nt him." "Yea. I am sorry." said Mrs. Ituthven. "Then, I may only pet on the track ol your jewels, and have to so further a-fielj to discover them. ISy the way. have yoi ny note of their size nnd weight?" "Ouly of some a few. But 1 wish yoi would not go off on such a wild-pooss chase. As for mo. I am wenry of the suit Ject. and inclined to lot them po! The whole affair has depressed and exhausted! me. I feel pursued by an evil fate as it everything was insecure I never fee' afe!" "Merely morbid feeling, such as you; accused me of indulging, and prove, that you ought never to be left alone! Why do you think of going to so heathenish S place as Folkestone? My sister will onlj be t.x delighted if you will po to Ched worth. Dorrinpton's place in II shire. They will be there in about a fortnight, and get some pleasant people to meet you." "You are Tory kind! But, at present t want to be quiet and " "Captain Shirley." announced a waiter. Marsden elevnted hia eyebrows inter rogntively, and Mrs. Ituthven replied with a smile. "I beg a thousand pardons," said Shir ley, a sullen look of annoyance cloudiuf W face. "I thoupht you were alone." "I assure you I am very plad to set you." cried Mrs. Ituthven. gaily. "I have been trying to feed my inexorable trustee, here, into pood humor, to pet his consenl to my new purchase. Come and help me ind pray, take some luncheon. "I have already lunched, thank you." "A glass of Burgundy, then? Thia' I assure you, is not to be despised." Shirley condescended to take a glass ind began to thaw. "Come into the next room." said Mrs Buthven. leading the way; and, nestling Into the comer of a large sofa, she pro ceeded to coquette with both visitors. "Mr. Marsden is going all the way to Amsterdam, on the chance of finding my poor rubies," she remarked, after a littlt discursive chatter. "Is it not good oi him?" "We would all go further than Amster dam, If we thought we could find them," laid Shirley, gallantly. "If? Yes, that is just it. But it is too far for a mere chance. By the way, how far Is Amsterdam from Ostend?" asked Mrs. Ituthven, in a curious mocking tone. "I really do not know," returned Shir ley, gravely, and looking very straight at her, his face darkening. "Why do you skr Mrs. Kuthven was saved the difficulty of answering, as her courier came in be fore she could reply, and banding a card to his mistress, asked: "Will you receive the gentleman, mad line ?" "Oh, yes, show him up." Then, with a little confidential uod to Shirley, she add ed: "This is my engineer!" lie has lost no time," he returned. "I shall not let him stay long. I will tell you all about him afterward" te Marsden. Shirley looked sharply at the door; but Marsden seemed too niuoh occupied with bis own thoughts to heed what was goln n. In a few minutes a middle-aged man, ol average height, with iron-gray mustach and whiskers, his right arm in a sling, came into the room, and made a deferen tial, though clumsy, bow. "Oood morning. Mr. Colville," said Mrs. Ituthven, who had risen, and was standing beside a table near one of the windows. "You have lost no time in an swering my note." "I was anxious to thank you for your kindness In writing," he returned, la low, hoarse voice. "And how is your little girl?" continued Mrs. Ituthven. "Let me see, she must W nearly eight?" "No, ma'am, she is nearly seven, and looks less. She is a delicate, weakly little creature, that's why I am anxious tc eep her away in the country." "Very naturally. I am sorry I cannot attend to you to-day, Mr. Colville," gra ciously. "You see I am engaged with this gentleman nnd Captain Shirley," bending her head in the direction of the atter. "But if you will call to-morrow, I ran give you half an hour; do not b. 'ater than twelve." "I shall be punctual, and I thank you." "Wait for a moment," said Mrs. Ituth ven. "I have a little gift here for my god-daughter." She went to her writing table, and took from a drawer a small packet, tied with ribbon, which she placed in his hands. "You are very good, madame," he said, as with another clumsy bow and a look at each gentleman, he left the room. "Do you not remember him at all?" .sk id Mrs. Ituthven. "No," returned Shirley. "I never saw aim before, and I cannot say he lookr the sort of man I should be inclined t trust." "You are too suspicious. The poor fel low has been unlucky. His arcn was broken in some machinery and ne our vf work." "I have a fellow-feeling with the un lucky," said Marsden, rousing himself. -I've not had much good luck myself." "Why, you seem to me a remarkablj lucky man," said Shirley. "By the way. Captain Shirley," began Mrs. Ituthven. in a languid tone. "I hoDe vou will excuse me for breaking my engagement; but my head Is "quIte'To. bad to drive down to lwicaennam. it would not be worth while going In I closed carriage, and with my neuralgia a oien one is not to be thought of. "Pray do not dronm of Incommoding yourself on my account," said Shirley, turning white. "But as you do not need Ime, I have business to attend to In the city, and will bid you good morning." He bowed to Marsden and went quickly svrajr. . ... ''Ilow cross he ia," said Mrs. Ituthven as the door closed to him. "Yes, poor devil." returned Marsden, carelessly, "you treat him rather badly." "Why does he court bad treatment? I lo not want him to come here." "There is a strong dash of cruelty is ron. charming though you are." "Do you think so?" looking down and ipeaking softly. "Ye., I am capable of taking my revenge, believ. me," her Hp juivering as she spoke. "I am quite eur. these pretty velvety 'lttle hand, could strike unflinchingly; bui :hey could caress tenderly, too." ' "Clifford!" she exclaimed with sudden motion, then, correcting herself "I oiean Mr. Marsden." "No, no," he said, smiling on her, "you jave broken the ice, and I will not hav the colder appellation." "Not yet," she said softly, withdrawing ier hand which he had taken. "I may call you Clifford one day but not now. Tell me, when do you go on this rathei wild-goose chase to Amsterdam?" "To-night. I cross to Calais, and .hall get to Amsterdam some time to-morrow. shall not write, as I hope to .ee yon so soon again. I trust you will go and amuse yourself somewhere. I can't bear to think of your moping in an hotel at Folkestone; do go to my sister." "Well, perhaps I may, but I am anxiour to settle about this place." "We must also arrange about a second Tustee; I feel my responsibilities too nenvy." "Oh! we can see all about that whei on come back." "Good-bye, then, my dear Mrs. Itutf ren. Wish me success." He pressed her hand and was gone. Mrs. Ituthven grew very pale, as sh tood for a moment in thought, and press ed her handkerchief to her eyes, then she looked In the glass, smiling at her owd 'mage. "I should never be alone," she mur mured. "Does he mean to be my con stant companion? I am to select another trustee. Ah! Marsden, if you but loved me, I could forgive anything. Sometimes I almost believe you do. Be that as it may, you are bound to me for love oi for revenge I will never let you go." CHAPTEIt VIII. The result of Miss L'Estrange's self-.-ommune was very perceptible, at least, to herself. The careful watch she estab lished over her own words and manner. however, was too delicately exercised to b in any way remarkable. She was bright and frank as ever, but she slid easily away from any approach of sentimental subjects, though talking readily on other topic. The chief change was an increase of animation and a tendency to mock at what used to touch her. Mrs. L'Estrangf only noticed that Nora was in remarkablj jood spirits. Winton sometimes looked a little sur prised, and bestowed more of his conver sation on his older acquaintance than h used. The quiet weeks went by swiftly, then monotony broken by occasional dinners at the houses of the cathedral dignitaries at Oldbridge, where Nora's songs and lively talk, and Mrs. L'Estrange's gentle tact and sympathetic "listening" mad both welcome guests. October was more than half over, antf hunting had begun a congenial amuse ment which interfered a good deal with Winton's frequent visits to Brookdale. The rapid falling of the leaves, and a succession of stormy nights, made Mrs. IEstrange think seriously of spending November and December in town a pro position which Nora originally urged. Mrs. Buthven wrote at length, verj amiably. She was detained in town by business, the said. She was In treaty for a pretty villa on the Thames, and would be da- lighted to have Miss L'Estrange's counsel and assistance when she set about fur lishing. Mr. Marsden had been so good In try ing to find her Jewels, and had gone to Amsterdam In search of them, but all In rain. Was he at Er.sleigh? for no one seemed to know what had become of him. "Do you know, I think it would be Tery lice to help Mrs. Ruthven In choosing ier furniture? Shall I tell her we are' thinking of going up to town? Perhaps he would take rooms for us," said Nora, when she had read this letter aloud at breakfast. 'My dear Nora! she would not care foi the trouble; and what a price she would agree to give for room.! We mu.t be very prudent; my little savings during; uie latter part of our stay In Uermanr sill not go far." "Oh, yes! I forgot. Yon ar. really i ironderful woman, Helen; I .ball never be such an economist; but as to not car ing for the trouble, I do not think yon quite do Mrs. Ruthven justice; you and Mr. W inton are always of the same opin ion, and I think you have caught his prejudice against her." "I am not as much fascinated as yoi ire, and I must say, I am a good deal influenced by Mark Winton; when I look back" .he stopped abruptly. Nora, who longed to hear her reminiscences, gazed Hi-nestlv at her. and -Mrs. iyr.stranse. raising her eyes suddenly, encountered! those of her stepdaughter fixed upon her,' and colored through her delicate pale skin, to Nora's great surprise. "Some day." aid Mrs. L'Estrange, quickly, and with ome confusion, "I must tell you my little history; every one has some touch of ro mance in their lives, even so prosaic a person as I am." "Do, dear; tell it to me now. "Now? Oh, no, I must interview cook, ind plan the dinner; the romance of the past must give way to the needs of the present, vulgar though they be; some even ing, by the firelight, I will prose about lays gone by. It is fine and calm to-day; let ns give Bea a holiday, and walk across fne park. The meet Is at Crowland CJat and we will see the hounds .throw oil." "By all means, I feel as if I wanted to be in the open air." Mrs. L'Estrange went away to her household duties. Nora sauntered into the drawing room and sat down at the piano, but she did not begin to play for some moments. Was it possible that her quiet, unselfish step-mother had had thrill ing experiences? She was so reasonable, so wise in a simple way, that Nora could never imagine the irregularities and re dundance which constitute romance gath ering round her. How good she had al ways been! even from her first entrance into the family. How she had stood be tween every one and her husband's nasty irritation; how much Nora herself owed to her justice and generosity. What a good influence she had been, how much she had endured from ber selfish, unsym pathetic husband, who looked upon her as a slave whojn he had, bought and who had no right., no title to consideration, whom he had married to be an upper ser vant. What a life of suppression, of care ful conscientious sick-nursing aha bad had, without the reward of gratitude or recognition! From how much aha bad saved Nora herself! How strong and patient she had been. "If I can reward her I will." thought Nora. "I do hope Bea will be a good, loviug child; she Is like my father, but no woman would be as selfish and trou blesome as he wa.l perhaps his bad health made him worse. I wish I were busier! my life ia too ea.y; it leave, me too much time to think; I mu.t not think." And she applied herself diligently to a piece of Chopin's bristling with accident als and crabbed passages, till Bea, with a radiant face, came to tell her It was time to get ready. The walk through Eveslelgh Woods and across the park was delightful. It was a soft autumnal morning, slightly leaden in coloring, like one of Wouver man's landscapes, as If nature gently mourned her departed youth, the nine. and larches gave out their aromatic odors, the ground was thickly strewn with red. withered leaves from the beech trees, for which Eveslelgh was famous, and when the trio reached Crowland Gate, which opened on a wide common, where the woods ended and an undergrowth of brushwood and furse afforded abundant cover, a tolerable field had assembled, but not many spectators. The rector's daugh ters on horseback, the curate's little chil dren, with their governess, on foct. the banker's wife from Oldbridge, In hot smart carriage, with a couple of visitors from London. Every one knew every one else, and greetings were exchanged. Winton, who rode a powerful chestnut, with the tem per that color is usually supposed to en tail, managed to keep the fiery creature .till for a moment beside Mrs. L'Estrange. "Very glad to have caught a glimpse of you. I am going off to-morrow to Dev onshire, an old Indian chum of mine has asked me to share his hunting quarters in a splendid country. I hope I shall find you In town next month. You'll let me know your movements?" "Yes, certainly. We shall miss you rery much." "I hope yon will, unlikely though it seems. We must do some plays when we meet. Good-bye, Miss L'Estrange." He stretched out his hand to Nora, who had taken a vantage post on a stile, pressing his horse with beel and knee to make It approach, but the animal kicked and re sisted, glancing round with wild, wicked eyes. "Consider yourself shaken hand, with," said Nora, laughing and shrinking. "J. am afraid of your horse." At that instant the hounds gave tongue. 'They've found; they're away," cried every one. Winton's horse, wildly excit ed, tried to bolt, and strove by every de vice that could enter into the heart of a horse to unseat his rider, rearing straight up, buck jumping, lashing out with his heels, in vain. A hand of iron controlled him, and the firm grip of the knees was not to be shaken. At last he darted off in the direction his rider chose like a bolt from a catapult During the struggle Mrs. L'Estrange covered her eyes, but Nora could not remove hers. She turned deadly white, for at one moment It seemed as if the horse would have fallen back, then she knew how little all her self-con trol had dons to uproot Mark Winton from her head. How splendidly he sat. She had not observed before what a fine figure he had. Would he come back safe after a run of such a vicious animal? (To be continued.) The Ink la Fading Away. "Some of the earlier 00-yea.r leasea made In this city were written In lnka that are In great danger of fading out long before the lease expires," said a microBcopist and expert In handwrit ing. "There Is not an Ink on the mar ket but will fade seriously In thirty years. My business requires me to be Informed, and I purchase samples of every Ink I bear of and submit them to microscopic and chemical examina tion. I base what I have said on the results reached in those examinations. The inks made thirty or forty years ago were not so good as those of the preceding; three centuries, for many documents written In the latter are ex tant, tbe lines In which are clear and bright. The Inks of the present day are poorer than those of a generation back. because in this age of adulteration nothing escapes the adulterator. The same Ingredients are used, but In a weakened form. Iron and aniline dyes are the basis of most inks. Where Iron Is used time produces a process of Cor rosion and oxidation gradually fades to a pale brown. Tbe logwood disap pears. If documents written in these inks are kept In vaults where ventila tion Is bad, certain gases that are de veloped by the conditions act directly on the Inks and hasten their disappear ance. If in tbe middle of the next cen tury a future biographer wants to ex amine the correspondence of any Chl cagoan living to-day It Isn't unlikely he will find in it pieces of paper that once was covered with writing; which has passed away, leaving only pale, faint lines. As to leases, probably there is some understanding of these facts, for Instruments that have a long time to run are now printed." Sea-anemones and some other marim creatures of low degree Increase their species by budding. A small knot or wart annears on the body of the animal. and by and by develops Into a perfect, though minute, animal of the same spe cies, separates from Its parent and sets up In business for itself. To be happy is of far less conse quence to the worshipers of fashion than to appear so. Bv carnitine we lose both our time and treasure, two things most precious to the life of a man. Blessed is the man that has found his work. One monster there is in tbe world, tL? idle man. Commend a fool for his wit, on knave tor his honesty, and he will receive yon into his bosom. Why shouldn't ws speak of the dri ving clouds? Don't they hold the rains? When we are out of sympathy with the younpr, then I think our work ia this world is over. Married life should be a sweet, har monious song, and, like one of Meadefcsohn's, without words. Every woman is sorry for some , other woman on account of something uer nusoanu toia ner aDout tne other ' woman's husband. There are some people who wcnld sneer at the industry of the bee, because it doesn't furnish them with bread to spread the honey on. 1 Fear nothing so much as sin and your moral heroism is complete. WOBK OF BREAKERS METHODS OF PREPARING HARD COAL FOR MARKET. Calm Bank. Whera tbe Breezy Z,ad Di-Ito MmlM and Pick B lata A Min er.) Home and It Diamal Surrouiii? Ins.. Everyday Life. Ia the Anthraclt. Beslon. The original method of preparing au hraclte coal for market was simply to divest It of slate and other Impurities, and of fine coal and alack. It was passed over a chute with longitudinal bars about two Inches apart, and all that passed over tbe bars was mer chantable coal, and all that passed through them was rejected. There was, consequently, much coal deposited on the dirt banks, which, at the present time. Is considered of full value; also, much left In the mines as unmerchanta ble on account st Its small size. The market would not accept any coal thai would not pass for lump couL After a number of years it was sua gested that coal for household purposes ought to be broken at the mines, and purchasers paid 60 cents extra a ton for coal broken down to a size suitable for burning In grates. Thecoal, thus prepared, was known In the market ai " broken and screened," and It commanded 50 cents per ton more than lump coal Finding this mode o f preparation re ceiving popular was extended. X CULM BAJTK BOT. favor, the system Screens were manufactured of Iron rods (subsequently of wire) with meshes kf various dimensions, which assorted the coal Into the sizes now known In Commerce. This refinement of prepara tion, resorted to by the operators to captivate their customers, added great ly to the cost of the coal, for which tiey were uot renumerated, and It cultivated 1 fastidious fancy for uniformity of llze, which was Impractible and of no Idvatage. Indeed the caprice of ho COAL customers in tne acmana ror ainrerent ilzes of coal, and the fluctuations from i one size to another In their preferences, ' have been a fruitful source of expense i ind annoyance to the operators ever j since the introduction of the system. ' The first method of breaking coal on he pile with hammers was slow, waste ful, expensive and laborious. After being broken It was shoveled into bar rows and dumped In to the cars. The coal was then hauled to landings with Mnrxa's bomb. torses or mules on the railroad, dumped on tbe wharf, screened and assorted In to various sizes and deposited on a pile, ready to be wheeled into the boat. Tbe whole process) was crude, primitive, ex pensive and, compared with the present system, absurd. The matter of breaking and preparing the coal became the subject of great cogitation among the operators, and many Improvements were suggested, which finally resulted In the massive Itructure of wood and machinery, known then and to the present day a the "coal breaker." Tbe machinery con stituting the breaker la driven by steam engines, generally of CO to 100 horse power, and consists of two or more east Iron rollers with projecting teeth, revolving toward each other, through which the coal Is passed; and the coal, thus broken, hi conducted Into revolv ing screens, separating tbe different sizes and dropping the coal Into a set of chutes or bins. Here, at this stage, the boys pick the slate, rock and Im purities from tbe coal. Then the coal Is transferred, by raising a gate. Into the railway cars. Sufficient elevation above the railway to the dump chutes above the rollers Is always secured to carry the coal by gravity through all the stages of preparation Into the cars below. The cost of tbe average breaker runt from fTS.OOO to $100,000, and employes from 100 - to 800 hands. Such Is the modern coal breaker, which en J ablea the operator to handle an amount of coal that was Impossible before Its adoption, some of the structures having I capgettr of L800 tons per day -Tfcs coal breaker is now the conspicuous and striking feature of every colliery In the anthracite coal regions, and 90 per cent of the coal used for domestic purposes is now broken, assorted Into different sizes and cleansed by tbe coal breaker. Upon all the cnlm or dirt banks ol the breakers In the anthracite coal regions are employed boys who do the hauling- of the dirt from the top of the plane to the damping board.. Tne coal in the rough shite and dirt la brought from the mines, carried np a shaft to the top of the breaker, and then dump ed down a.chute. Here It Is crushed In to the different sizes and goes to the slate-plcklng rooms, where the good coal Is dumped Into delivery chutes, and the slate, dirt and waste la dumped Into cars, which are hoisted to the top of a plane. Hero the boy with hia mule hi vhes the car and drives out to the end of tbe railroad, where the dump Is made. A large colliery will employ ten or twenty culm-bank boys, some having nothing more to do than to spray the cars as they come up over the plane landing. Others attend to tbe switches, drive the mules back on the return trips, and change tbe dumping board. As a rule, these boys are cheertui, healthy good fellows, and enjoy their work. In winter their work Is very undesirable, the altitude at which they work being uncongenial for mild weather. They, however, build rough shanties on the banks and In severe weather take refuge In them. In sum mer their merry voices can be heard in the distance as they sing and ride up In the air. On Saturday nights they come Into the nearby towns and re plenish their supply of tobacco and en Joy looking Into the show windows. Sunday Is their play day, and after at tending service once are free for the balance of the day. Of late years these boys very seldot. follow their father's footsteps and work hi the mines, but. later on. choose work vuai lean, to a business or tradesman's life. The culm bank boy Is fast be coming a thing of the past, as the more modern colliery equipments supply lit tle locomotives to haul the cars and one locomotive does the work that ten culm bank boys can attend to. In the anthracite coal regions o Pennsylvania a miner's home is the ftnallest part of bis possessions. In most cases, the little houses are owned by the Individual or corporation that peratos the nearby colliery. Nearly all of the houses are either one and a half BREAKEB or two stories high and contain very rarely more than four rooms. Never are they built of anything but wood and their little frames look Insignificant In contrast to the mammoth culm banks that ore always In close proximity, very often five or six of these little houses are built near one another, then the eo under the general name of a "patch," These "patches" and solitary houses are generally within easy walking distance of the colliery, and in very few locali ties, are they embraced In any borough or city. They stand distinctly alone and by their location and appearance become recognized at once by the stranger as the home of the miner. The Immense culm banks always art near by. In mining settlements of any age and are destined to be the future environs of any new settlement The length of these culm banks varies from 200 yards to half a mile, and In height they creep up to the heavens as high as 400 and 500 feet These banks are composed of little else than the refuse from preparing the coal, and there Is computed to be 75,000,000 tons of this coal dirt In the anthracite region. So far. It Is a total waste, all the experi ments towards consuming It In some manner being of no avail. There was a plant established at Mahanoy City to nse these culm banks, by pressing tbe toal scraps Into fuel bricks, but the ex pense was more than the mining of coal ind after the plant had a thorough In ipectlon by prominent experts and ln fen tors It was abandoned. Day after day, .then, these black hlllk ire growing larger and In many cases are forcing their way Into the yards of the miners' homes. It Is not unf request that landslides and settlements take place, often being attended with dis aster. Tbe man that can advance some theory or devise some plan by which these culm banks can be consumed, has it that moment made a colossal for tune. Until then, the miners will go dally hundreds of feet below the sur face and bring to the breakers the rough coal, and the refuse will accumu late proportionately as the coal Is mined. Germany's Manufacture a, Statistics show that Germany la re a' ty now a manufacturing nation and, can no longer be called an agricultural country. The subject has been serious-' ly discussed in the Reichstag, and thi statement Is made that In many of th factory towns the percentage of youns, men physically fit for the army hai gone down to 10 or leas, factory opera tives not being so robust as young meo from the country districts used to be,) A like condition of things to declared to exist in France, and this wecdlnj out of "a bold peasantry, their coun try's pride," might have Important rc- suits In the event of either one of thesi two great powers going to war In thf near future. Philadelphia Inquirer. There la absolutely nothing original left to be said in making lore. , Every woman believes she hates to come down town. W5T CS ALL IAUGH.I JOKES FROM THE PENS Or VARIOUS HUMORISTS. mt laeUmt. Occurta tne WarM Owe Smylg that Ar. CfcMrfal tm the CMrybedy WU1 Kajoy B dls A Schemer. Laura "What a clever girl Jennie lsi She had sixty-seven offers of marriage within a week after she le-C college.' Clara "Indeedl And she Is not very food-looking." Laura "No, but the subject of the essay that she read at her graduation was 'How to Keep House on 112 a Week.' " Munsey's Weekly. A Strong; Defense. Wool "What are you going to brin& .n as a defense to Miss Sears' breach o promise suit?" Van Pelt "They will haveahardtlm to convince the Jury that I was sane when I proposed." Town Topics. tint Citizen "What Is the matte here? Is any one hurt?" Second Citizen "Oh. no. Two meu aver there got Into an argument about sliver, and the rest of the people are waiting to see who wins." Chlcagr Uecord. Not a Friend. Fran A. "Is that gentleman over yon der a friend of yours?" Frau B. "No: he's my husband."-Zeltungs-Lesebuch. HI. Revenue. Jlorton "Is Miss Casey In? Butler "No, sir. She has gone ou' walking with a young man." Morton "All right Just tell her that I came around with a four-ln-hand U ake her for a drive." Truth. All the Old One. Tried In Tain. Caddlngton "I was. insulted to-day by Maddox." Fulljames "Has he invented a ne word 7" New York World. The Penalty. Father (to young man) "Sir, I saw you kiss my youngest daughter. You must nfury my oldest" FUegend' Blaetter. Female Rivalries. Mrs. Yanewun "My husband, you Snow, Is a member of the genera court" Mrs. Proudphlesh "A senator or rep resentative 7" Mrs. Vanewun "A representative." Mrs. Proudphlesh "Obi only In the drst house; my husband is a member of the third." Boston Transcript Making; Bncceaa Certain. Footlytes "I am going to call my ner play The Baby. " Orafllk "That's a queer name." Footlytes "I know; but a baby is al ways a howling success." Judge. fhls picture does not represent a scrimmage. It Is only a ladles football team who think they have aeen a mouse. Judy. Where to Go. Jlmbly "There Is something the mat ter with my head and the doctor doesnV teem to know what it la." Jorklns "Why don't you go to I wheelwright?" Indianapolis Journal A Bavins; Instance. "Tell me, honestly," said the novel reader to- the novel writer, "did you ever see a woman who stood and tapped the floor impatiently with her toe for several moments, as you describe?" "Yes," was the thoughtful reply; "I did once." "Who was she?" "She was a clog dancer." Washing ton Star. Bad Bnoosb. Little Johnny, who had heard hia papa talking about the Schoolmaster's Club, expressed the opinion that the schoolmaster's switch was bad enough without arming him with a club. Bos ton Transcript All Ha Did. She (effusively) "And so you are In terested In posters I I am so glad. De Ton paint them yourself?" He "No, I don't paint 'em; I enly post 'em." Boston Transcript Delated Precaution. New Hampshire to taking steps to create forest preserves In the White Mountains, and the State Forestry Commission reports that If proper measures are adopted tbe mountains will continue to be a source of con stant revenue unfailing water supply nd perpetual ecento rOeaaur. Xn teres tin at Football for Ladles. m. DR. TOLIK rhe Brooklyn Divine's Sunday Sermon. Subject: "Woman's opportunity." Text: "She shall be called woman."4 Genesis it., 23. Qod, who ran make no mistake, made man (and woman for a specific work anil to mors In particular spheres man to be regnant in hia realm; woman to bo dominant in hersj I The boundary line between Italy and Swita- I erland, between England and Scotland, is not more thoroughly marked than this dis tinction between the empire masculine and ! the empire feminine. So entirely dissimilar are tne nelds to whim uod called them that you can no more com pare them than you cai oxygen and nydroKen, water ana grass, trees and stars. All thia talk about thesu periority of one sex to the other sex is everlasting waste of ink and speech. A jew eler may nave a scale so delicate that he ca: welch thb dust oi diamonds, but where ar ' tbe scales so delicate that vou can weichi mom aueciion against aiittcuon, sentiment KaiDst sentiment, thought against thought, soul ajrainst soul, a man's world acainst it Woman's world? Vou come out with your stereotyped remark that man is superior to woman in intellect, and then I open on my desk the swarthy, iron typed, thunderbolted Writings of Harriet Martineau and Elizabeth Browning and George Eliot. You come on with yourstereotyped remark about woman superiority to man In the item of affection, but I ask you where was there more capa city to love than in John, the disciple, and Matthew Simpson, the bishop, and Ilenry Uartyn. the missionary? The heart of those men were so large that after you had rolled into it two hemisphere! there was room still left to Marshal the bosti of heaven and set up the throne of the eter nal Jehovah. I deny to man the throne in. telleotual; I deny to woman the throne at fectional. No human phraseology will ever define the spheres, while there is an Intuition by which we know when a man is in his realm, and when a woman is in her realm, and when either of them Is out of it No bundling legislature ought to attempt to moke a definition or to say, "IShis is the line and that is the line." My theory is that if a woman wants to vote she ought to vote, andj that if a man wants to embroider and keep( house ha ought to be allowed to embroides and keep house. There are mascnline wo4 men and there are effeminate men. My theory is that you have no right to interfere With any one's doing anything that is righteous. Albany and Washington might as well decree by legislation how high a brown thrasher should fly or how deep a trout should plunge as to try to seek out the height and depth of woman's duty. The question of capacity will settle ftnaily the whole ques tion, the whole subject. When a woman U prepared to preach, she will preach, and neither conference nor presbytery can hinder her. When a woman is prepared to more la highest commercial spheres, she will have (Treat influence on the exchange, and no boards of trade can hinder her. I want wo. man to understand that heart and brain can overfly any barrier that politicians may set np, and that nothing can keep her back or keep ber down but the question of incapac ity. 1 was in Sew Zealand last year just aftei the opportunity of suffrage had been con ferred upon women. The plan worked welL There had never been such good order at the polls, and the righteousness triumphed. Men have not made such a wonderful moral success of the ballot box that they need Teal women will corrupt it. In all our cities man has so nearly made the ballot box a failure, suppose we let women try. But there are some women, I know, of most undesirable nature, who wander up and down the coun try having no homes of their own or foH Baking their own homes talklngabout their rights, and we know very well that they themselves are fit neither to vote nor keep; house. Their mission seems merely to hu miliate the two sexes at the thought of what any one of us might become. No one would want to live under the laws that such women would enact or to have cast upon society the children that such women would raise. But I shall show you that the best rights that woman can own she already has in her pos session; that her position in this country at i this time is not one of commiseration, but one oi congraiuiuuon; mat tne grandeur and power of her realm have never yet been appreciated; that she sits to-day on a throne so high that all the thrones of earth piled on top of each other would not make for her a footstool. Here is the platform on which she stands. Away down below it are the ballot box and the congressional assem blage and the legislative hall. Woman always has voted and always will vote. Our great-irrandfuthers thought they were by their votes putting Washington into the Pres idential chair. No. His mother, by the principles she taught him, and by the habits she inculcated, made him President. It was a Christian mother's hand dropping the bal lot when Lord liacon wrote and Newton philosophized and Alfred the Great governed and Jonathnn Edwards thundered of Judg ment to eome. How many men there have been in high political station who would have been in sufficient to stand the test to which their moral principle was put had It not been fot a wife's voice that encouraged them to do light and a wife's prayerthat sounded louder than the clamor of partisanship? The right of suffrage as we men exercise it seems to be a feeble thing. You, a Christian man, eome up to the ballot box and you drop your vote. Bight after you eomes a libertine or a Sot tas oftsoouring of the street and he drops his vote, and his vote counteracts yours. But if In the quiet of home life a daughter by her Christian demeanor, a wife by hex in dustry, a mother by her faithfulness, casts a vote in the right direction, then nothing can resist It, and the influence of that vote will throb through the eternities. My chief anxiety then is not that woman have other rights accorded her, but that she, by the graoe of God, rise up to the apprecia tion of the glorious lights she already pos sesses. First, she has the right to make home happy. That realm no one has ovei disputed with her. Men may eome home at noon or at night, and then tarry a compara tively little while, but she, all day long, gov erns it, beautifies it, sanctifies it. It is with in her power to make it the most attractive place on earth. It is the only calm harbor in this world. You know as well as I do that this outside world and the business world are a long scene of jostle and contention. The man who has a dollar struggles to keep it; the man who has it not struggles to get It. Prices up. Prices down. Losses. Gains. Misrepresentations. Underselling. Buyers depreciating; salesmen exaggerating. Ten ants seeking leas rent; landlords demanding more. Struggles about office. Men who are In trying to keep in; meu out trying to get In. Slips. Tumbles. Defalcations. Pan ics. Catastrophes. O -oman, thank God you have a home, nnd that vou may be queen in it. Better be there than wear Vic toria's coronet. Better be there than carry Uie puise of a princess. Xour abode may be humble, but you can. by your faith in Uod and your cheerfulness of demeanor, gild .it with splendors suoji as an upholsterer's hand never yet kindled, There are abodes in every city humble, two Stories, four plain, unpapered rooms, unde sirable neighborhood, and yet there is a man who would die on the threshold rather than I surrender. Why? It is home. Whenevet he thinks of it be sees angels of God hover ing around it. The ladders of heaven are let j down to that house. Over the child's rough erib there are the chantingsof angels as those ' that broke over Bethlehem. It ia home. . These children may come up after awhile, ! and they may win high position, and thev may nave an an. lent residence, out tney wiu not until their dying day forget that humble roof, under winch their father rested and their mother sung and their sisters played. Oh, if you would gather np all tender mem ories, all the lights and shades of the heart, ail banauedngs and reunions, all filial. fiater- gal.paternal sndeonJuRaIatTecrlon.1. and you ad only ju?t Tour letters with which to spell ut that hel ;ht and depth and length and hnuidth an 1 matmiinde and eternltv of mean ing, vou would, with streaming eyes and tremblin-- voice and agitated hand, write it out in those four living capitals, H-O-M-E. What right docs woman want that 11 rrander lhaato be queen In such a realm! why, the eagles of heaven cannot By acrost that aominion. Horses, punting arid with lathered flanks, are not swift enough to run to the outpost of that realm. They say that the sun never sets upon the English Empire but I have to tell you that on this realm ol woman's influence eternity never marks any bound. Isabella fled from the Spanish throne, pursued by the Nation's anathema, but she who is queen in a home will never lose her throne, and death itself will only be the annexation of heavenly principalities. When you want to get your grandest idea )f a queen you do not think of Catherine ol Russia or of Anne of England or Maris Theresa of Germany, but when you want to ret your grandest idea of a queen you think if the plain woman who sat opposite your lather at the table or walked with him trm in arm down life's pathway: some times to the Thanksgiving banquet, some times to the grave, but always together soothing your petty griefs, correcting four childish waywardness, joining io four infantile sports, listening to your even ing prayers, toiling for you with needle ot St the spinning wheel, and on cold nights wrapping von an snug and warm. And then K last on that day when she lay in the back room dying, and you saw hertakethose thin bands with which she had tolled for you so long, and put them together la a dying prayer that commended you to the God whom she had taught yon to trust oh, she was the queenl The chariots of God cams iown to fetch her. and as she went in all heaven rose up. Xou cannot think of het aow without a rush of tenderness that stirs the deep foundations of your soul, and you feel as much a child again as when you cried on her lap, and if you could bring her back again to speak Just once more your name as tenderly as she used to speak it you would b willing to throw yourself on the ground and kiss the sod that covers her. crying, "Motherl mother!" Ah! she was the queeo she was the queen. Now, enn you tell me how many thousand miles a woman lino trial J travel down before she got to th ballot box? Compared with thi work of t rniuing kings and queens for God and eternity, how insignificant seems all this work of voting for aldermen and com mon councilmen and sheriffs and constables and mayors and presidents! To make on such grand woman as I have described how many thousands would you want of thost people who go in the round of fashion and dissipation, going as far toward disgraceful kpparel as they dare go, so as not to b arrested by the police their behavior a sor row to the good and a caricature of th vicious and an Insult to that God who mads them women and not gorgons, and tramplna on, down through a frivolous and dissipated life, to temporal and eternal damnation. Your dominion Is home, O woman! What i brave fight for home the women of Ohio fiade some ten or fifteen years ago, when hey banded together and in many of the towns and cities of that State, marched in procession, and by prayer and Christian songs shut up more places of dissipation than were ever counted: were tney opened again? Ob, yes. But is it not a good thing to shut np the gates of hell for two or three months? It seemed that menengaged in the business of destroving others did not know how to cope with this kind of warfare. They knew now to nght the A.aine liquor law. and they knew how to fight the National Temper- knee society, and they knew now to fight the Sons of Temperance and Good Samar itans, but when Deborah appeared upon the scene iiisera took to nls leet and cot to the mountains. It seems that bey did not know how to contend against 'Coronation" and "Old Hundred" and "Brattle Street" and "Bethany." they were so very intangible. These men found hat they could not accomplish much against teat kind ol warfare, and in one ol the cltlej regiment was Drought out ail armed to disperse the women They une down la battle array, but, oh, what poor success! foi that regiment was mode up of gentlemen, ana gentlemen uo not like to snoot women with hymnbooks in their hands. Oh, they found that gunning for female prayer meet lng was a very poor business. No real damage was done, although there was threaf of violence after threat of violence all ovel the land. I really think if the women of the East had as much faith iu God as thcil sisters ot the West had and the same reok- essness of human criticism, I really bellevtl that in one month three-fourths of the grogshops of our cities would be closed, and there would be running through the gutters of the streets Burgundy and cognac, and Ueldslck and old port and Schiedam ichnapps and lager beer, and you would eave your fathers and your husbands and your sons first irom a drunkard s grave and secondly from a drunkard's hell. To this battle for home let ail women rouse them selves. Thank God for our early home. Thank God for our present home. Thaulr 3od for the oomlng home in heaven. One twilight, after I had been plavi ng with the children for some time, I lay down on the lounge to rest. Tbe children said play more. Children always want to play more. And, half asleep and half awake, I seemed to dream this dream: It seemed to me that I was in a far distant land not Persia, al though more than Oriental luxuriance crowned the cities; nor tbe tropics, although more than tropical fruitfulness filled th gardens; nor Italv, although more than Italian softness filled the air. And I wan dered around looking for thorns and nettles, but I found none of them grew there. And I walked forth, and I saw the sun rise, and 1 said, "When will It set again?" and the sun sank not. And I saw all the people iu holiday apparel, and I sal 1, "When do they put on workingman's garb again and delve in the mine and swelter at thf forge?" But neither the garments nor the robes did they put off. And I wandered in the suburbs, and I said, "Where do they bury tbe dead of this great city?" And I looked along by the hills where it would be most beautiful for the dead to sleep, and I Saw cast les and towns and battlements, but Dot a mausoleum nor monument nor white flab could I see. And I went into the great chapel of the town, and I said: "Where do the poor worship? Where are the bench on which they sit?" And a voice answered. We have no poor in this great city. And I wandered out, seeking to find the place where were the hovels ot the destitute, hnd I found mansions of amber and ivory and Bold, but no tear djd I see or eifc'U, hear, t was bewildered, anul sat under thesliadow Of a great tree and 1 said, "What am I and whence eomes all this?" And at that moment there came from among the leaves, skippina Ep the flowery paths and across tbe spark ng waters, a very bright and sparkling tcroup, ami when I saw their step I knew it. anil when 1 heard their voices I thought I knew them, but their apparel was so different from anything I had ever seen ( bowed a stranger to strangers. But after awhile, when they clapped their hands and houteu. "Welcome! welcome!" the mystery was solved, and I saw that time had passed and that eternity had eome, and that God had patnere i us up into a nigner home, and 1 (aid, "Are we are here?" an 1 the voices ol Innumerable generations answered, All he'v, and while tears of gladness were rain ing down our cheeks, and the branches ol Lebanon cedars were clapping their hands, and the towers of the great city were chim ing their welcome, we began to laugh and sing and leap and shout, "Home! home' lomel Then I felt a child s hand on my face, and It woke me. The children wanted to play nore. Children always want to play more Mistook Ills Son' Hat for a Mark. At Dyers Bay, Canad i, James Graham, a farmer, mistaking his son's bat for a murk which he had gone to set up lor him to shoot at. the dense brush hiding his body from view, shot the boy tnrougn the nead, uuata raHulling instantiv. t.aaU fwr.n ! vF TVrrv Tnri.. ban V MV-UW A v -J t . been exhibiting with pride a hen's egg weiguiug a tiuuikci " w fvuuu. unmnn Tnamrn in an (vinstitnted that U.UU,a " -" all see and judge better in tbe affaire of other men than in their own. If you h-we buiit cities in the air, your work need not be lost: that is where they should b; now put founda tions under them. To kaow a man that can be trusted will do more foi one's moral nature than all the books of divinity that were ever written. Line all people with whom the beard is scanty, the Indians regard it 88 a blemish and plnck it out. r 4 a . 1 :i ill !T it rV "- v'".:'V