Mil THE OONBTITUTION-THE UNION-iND THE ENFORCEMENT OP THE LAWS. Sdtter amd Irupr rl B. F. BGHWEIER, MIFFLINTOWN. JUNIATA COUNTY.lPENN A . WEDNESDAY. AUGUST 28. 1895. NO. 37. VOL. XLIX. 'fll ji lllty a U I haP'' 1,10,1 ri would be, in her place! XA. .'M A Y. .1 .Y l I I ,!llt ne s going to road, and net think CHAFTEK XII. (Continnc-1.) Still the wealthy widow held oil su prisingly, but after this second attack. re covery very slow, and the doctor complained of want of vitality. All this time, in gray .foggy London Marsdeu's wooing prospered, and N'orl grew quite aeeujtonipJ to his daily pre ence. He was himself cautious and self-re strained. He took care not again to star tie her by such a pasinnle outburst 01 had disturb. .! her on the day xlie had a.j icpted him. He watched with infinite care and tact his opp.itimiiy for winning a caress, and flatt red himself he wal dai;y advancing " her affection, and be coming more necessary, ytt there came ul intervals torturing spasms of doubt, when It was borne in upon him that he was only liked, endured and slightly feared; such moments made him savose, exacting, un reasonable, lie strove hard to resist these moo. Is. knowing well how much ol what he had built up with infinite car they undid. Through all. N..ra was so sweet, so pa tient, so compliant, that he grew more pas sionately fond of her day by day, even while he longed for her to show him som caprices, some little tyrannies indicative of pleasure in her sense of (lower ovel hiiu. She did not love him yet not yet but she would be true to him, and love him. and love would come. tin one point Nora was steady; sh would not marry till she had attained hei twenty-first year, and on this Mnrsdeo was obliged to give way. As their mar Huge was not to take place immediately he was anxious it should not be talked about. There was no use in bringing a storm of congratulations and question upon them before the time, but he prom ised to speak to l.a.ly I Wrington on the subject as soon as he could intrude ou het duties to her sick guest. V..11 oucht to tell her before anyone els.-. Clifford." urg.-.l Nora. A fortnight had slipped away, and ni yet no whisper of Mars.leu's engageiueu Lad cot abroad. There was no one in town, and Mrs and Miss IKstrange were scarcely known in M.iis.ien's world. Mrs. l.'K-liaiigo was miicli and luos agreeably occupied with her little .laugh ter, and pleased wilh her surroundings making quietly the meanwhile pr.para ti.ms for the anticipated event, and had little time to notice how pale nnd thiii Nora had grown, lli.it her face looked cl' n-es. that she started nervously if sud denly spoken to, nn 1 that her hands hel.l nothing very steadily. All st-.-uied U promise fair and well. In the midst OI this contentment Wintou urrived front VWenef. irraver and minuter than ever. It happened that the day he first called Marsden had received from his sister D earnest request to go to her at once, and he had started, int. ndim: to visit Eves leigh on his way back. -Mrs. L'Kntrange had been a little puzzled by Marsden'i wish to let Evesh igh: she had no idea thai retrenchment was so necessary to him Still, neither she nor her step-daughtei saw anything to object to in the proposi tion. indeed, Nora thought she would prefer traveling with him to settling down in the country; she was moreover mosi anxious that he should clear his eslat and retrieve his fortunes. It seemed to lo r. she knew not why fortunate that Clifford should have been called away as Mark Wint.m came. Sh longed to hear him talk with her step mother, once just once in the old. quiet, sensible way, without interruption. When Marsden was present she was never quit at ease; she felt he was watching her that he was ever on the lookout for hei notice or her avoidance. She dreaded slighting him, and feared the passionate delight which any little show of kin. In. -si on her part excited. To be still and tran quil for an evening or two was verj charming; though she was distressed t find what pleasure it gave her to heai Winton's deep, somewhat harsh voice, it listen even to his most trilling remarks When when would he speak to Helen, and put another tinal barrier bitweeD them? The all-absorbing topic of hei own engagement had prevented any aui inadversioii ou Winton's letter; moreover, as Helen did not make any remark re spec-ting it, Nora did nut like to broad the subject. It was late, aud Ben was beginning tc say good-night a process which usually lasted some time when Winton appear d. He had only arrived that evening aud apologized for intruding so late. Beatrice, of course, greeted him rap IlllvilK Ir and her departure to the realml .f aleen was postponed. When she haJ disappeared, aud they were quiet, Wiutor l....k.d round the room and said: "It is almost like being at BrooUdale, only I miss gome of the furniture ani ornaments." "And the room is smaller," added Mrs L'EstraDge. "Have you been ill?" were his ner words, addressed to Nora, with an earncs U...U. "No! Why do you ask? Do I look ill?" "I think you .1 1. London does not ogre with you." "I have a slight cold, scarce worth men tioiing." she returned. Winton slowly withdrew his eyes from her; and, after 1. Hiking down for a uilnut in silence, hegan to talk of Mrs. Kuth ven and her illness, her relapse, and hei final recovery. Then he spoko of going to see his uncle in Yorkshire; and they glided easily from one subject to another. n rising to say good-night lie asked Mrs. IEsirange at v. lint hour he shoulr find her next day. "I don"t think I shall lie- in much befort noon. I have a dreadful business befor me in n visit to the dentist with pnor'littl Ilea, and we are to ransack Cremer fox some reward to encourage her drooping spirits! But, about four, yon will find at tea." "Very well," he returned, and bid thero good-night." "I do not think you are looking so ill Nora." said Mrs. "i Estrauge, wLcu h had irnnfL un, no! It was only Mr. Winton fancy. There is nothing really the matter with me. As soon as Mrs. L'Estrange with Bea nd her governess had departed, aftar an early luncheon, Nora took a book and a comfortable corner of the sofa, deter mined to think only of the story, which was interesting and well told. She felt unaccountably wearv. and was not at all thought her looking ill What an ungrate - ret unaccountable creature iewas!P- urpnsed that Winton snouia nave, ihout herself. So, with an effort, she fixed her attention on the page before her. She hadnot read long, when the unexpect 2.1 announcement of "Mr. Winton" made her heart stand still. Why why had he come so early ? She started up in haste, sml went to meet him, reading in his ob aervunt eyes the same questioning ex pression which bad struck her the evening before. 'I am afiald Helen will not be in just yet." said Nora, with a friendly smile. "Yes, I know I am rather early, but. If I don't interrupt you, I will wait," re turned Winton. speaking more rapidly than usual. He drew a chair near het sofa, laying his hat on the floor, but still holding his stick, with which be seemed to trace the pattern of the carpet. "How Is your cold better?" "Yes, thank you." "When do you return to Brookdale?" "f Mir plans are very uncertain," return d Nora, coloring, for she knew it was Marsden's wish they should remain in town and have a very quiet wedding. How she wished some one would tell liin she was engaged to Clifford! There was a pause while Nora sought In vain for something to say. "Did Mrs. L'Estrange tell you I wai Inclined to go off straight to India with Colonel and Mrs. Homer?" "Yes, she did." "But I felt I could not go without tryina any luck In Loudon. May I tell you why?" "He is going to confide in me," thought N'ora. "Certainly, Mr. Winton, she said very kindly. "I'erhaps I have some idea why ilready." Winton looked at her steadily, with sur prise. "You may have, though I doubt it.' Another pause, then with an evident effor, Winton began, growing more composed and collected as he went on. "Y'ou may think me a presumptuous ass, but I will not lose the faintest chance for any false pride. Miss L'Estrange, though we have always been good friends, especially when I first knew you, I acknowledge you have never given me any hope that you would ever let me be more than a friend. And lately I have imagined, or rather felt, that you were changed in some way; perhaps that ought to have been enough to silence me, but, you see, when a man's future hangs ou 'Yes' or 'No,' it Is hard to be content with uncertainty, and there is a degree of sympathy between us ou some subjects. In short, I cannot leave with out asking if there is any hope for me. for," looking straight at her with sol emnity, "I love you well." "Me!" exclaimed Nora, who had listened in increasing amazement. "Are you sure you mean nie?" "Who else could I mean?" "Mr. Winton," rising to her feet in the igony of that terrible moment, and white ?ven to her lips, "I have promised to tnarry Clifford Marsden in February." Winton also rose and stood before her, ft grim, dark expression gathering in his lace. "I never anticipated this" he broke off abruptly. "Theu I have only to apologize, which I do most humbly, for having in truded myself and my feelings on you. I shall trouble you no-more." There was u moment's silence. "1 am grieved to grieve you," said Nora, In a voice so low and trembling that she scarce heard herself. "I believe it, you have a kind, true heart. I was presumptuous in hoping to win it. tlod grant Marsden may make you happy! None can wish you all possi ble prosperity more warmly than I do. I'ray forget that I have momentarily dis tressed you." He paused, and looked at her intently. "Nora, you are faint? Y'ou tremble, you can hardly stand." He made a movement as if to catch and iupport her. "No, no!" she exclaimed. "You must go you must leave me!" "I must indeed," returned Winton. He took and gently kissed her hand, said soft ly, "I will never intrude on you again, tiood-by, dear, good-by!" seized his hat, and was gone. Then Nora sunk upon the iofa and burled her face in hr hands, her ieart filled with the blackest despair. If he had come but three weeks, even a fort night ago! What was to become of her? Was there no escape? Could she bring him uo comfort? The pain in his voice still vibrated ou her ear. Even if she could break with Clifford he, too, loved her well, and she would not Willingly hurt him; but oh! how her heart ached for Mark Winton! There was no music in his voice, but what a ring of truth and sincerity! His words were few and sim ple compared to Clifford's eloquence; but what earnestness they expressed! How did she come to believe so implicitly in Winton's attachment to Helen? Surely Clifford Marsden, who knew both before Helen was married, he ought to know the real facts. Could Mark Winton have forsaken Helen for her? No; that was impossible! And various important trifles, indicative of his interest in herself from the very beginning of their acquaintance, recurred to her painfully excited memory. Why why did she allow herself to be so easily misled? How did Clifford come to be so deceived? Did he indeed believe what he asserted? Was she not base, to sus pect her affianced husband of trickery be cause she was miserable nerseit s Ann if, as she believed only yesterday, Helen was attached to Winton, the round of wretchedness would be complete! Why had the been so precipitate? Turn which wav she would, she was hemmed in by the misery she had caused others. How was she to bear her life? She must let Winton believe in her indifference to nun, her Jove for Marsden. After all. her duty and consideration ought to be for the mi.n b had urouiiscd to niarrv. when sha thought another was preferred by the man she loved! Where could she turn Tor counsel or comfort? None could give It to her. Her wisest, justest course, would be strictest silence as to Winton's amaz ing avowal. Then there would be no dis turbance. Helen would remain on the same friendly terms with Winton. pev haps he might learn to love her. At any rate, she bad always heard that men never suffered long from such disappoint ments. It was all,-all too cruel! To think that through a mistake so slight, so easy to have avoided, she bad missed tha road that led to happiness happiness full, com plete, soul-satisfying and made him sh loved so well suffer as bitterly as she did herself! It was an hour of intense, blackest de spair, a night of anguish to which there would be no succeeding dawn. To the sor rows, as to the joys of youth thera are no to-morrows. In gner it umignauuj 1 rejects the Idea of consolation, of being so. heartless as to JorefcwhiI.tne o- gestion of prudence in pleasure, lest dark days may come, is resisted with scornful certainty of permanent bliss. To Xora the only possible mood that could succeed her present suffering would be the numb ness and indifference of mental death! In the bitterness of her remorse for her own hasty action, she wrung her hands, and the splendid engagement-ring, which Marsden had placed upon her hand iu ad dition to the signet he still wished her to wear, full to the ground unnoticed. At length she tried to think what she had better do to hide herself from the kindly inquiring eyes of her step-mother. She could think of nothing more original than the inexhaustible excuse headache; but it would not do to lie down in the safe solitude of her own room. No; she dared not so indulge herself. She would go out and shop. There was plenty to do in that way. She rang and called for the ever reauy Watson, and explained that she thought the air would do her good, and sallied forth, leaving a message for Mrs. L'Estrange to the effect that Wiuton had railed and could not come to tea. It was dusk when she returned, feeling utterly worn out. "My "dear Nora," cried her stej-mother, here is a letter from Mr. Marsden. I wonder what he would say if he know that you had let the beautiful ring he gave yoa drop, and had not taken the trouble to pick it up?" Did 1 1 with a bewildered look. "Yes! Bea trod on it as she came in. It is fortunate she is so light." 'Ah! my fraulein. It is not a good omen; cried the little Oerman governess. 'Oh! we must not talk of omens! How did Bea behave at the dentist's Helen?" , "Like a little heroine," cried Mrs. L'Es trange, proudly, "and she has chosen a proportionate reward a monstrous Noah s ark, with the most accurately cor rect auiinuls ever made out of wood, and fur, and papier-inache. But, Nora, were you wise to go out?" "Yes, quite. My head ached fearfully. now it is better." "It may be; but you look wretched. I do not know what Mr. Marsden will say to me when he comes back. I wish you would read his letter. I am anxious to hear what Lady Dorrington says." "Nothing Tery pleasant, I fear, said Nora, with a sigh. "Why couldn't Mr. Winton come this afternoon?" "Oh! he was obliged to go somewhere else. I imagine he is going away to see hi uncle to-morrow. (To be continued.) CHAMPION SWEARER. e Wa. Cured of the Habit by a Simple Stratagem. Among the outre characters' of Ayr more than HX) years ago'there was none so reiuarkable as a little oldish uian who was ordluarily called the "evil Almighty." He had acquired this ter rific Sobriquet from an inveterate habit of sweariug, or rather from that phrase b.-ing his favorite oath. He was no or dinary swearer, do mincer of dreadful words, no clipper of the King's curses. Being a man of violent passions, be hail a habit when provoked of shutting his eyes and launching headlong into a torrent of blasphemy. Much as uifght. if properly divided, have set up a whole troop of modern swearers. The custom of shutting his eyes seem ed to be adopted by Mm as a sort of salve to his conscience. He seemed to think that provided he did not "sin w'th bis eyes open" he did not siu at all; or It was perhaps nothing but a bablt. Whatever might be the cause or pur pose of the habit it was ouce made the means of playing off upon him a most admirable hoax. Belug oue eveulug in a tavern along with two neighboring country gentlemen he was, according to a concerted plan, played upon and Irritated. Of course lie soon shut his yes. and commenced his usual tirade of execration and blasphemy. As soon as he was fairly afloat and his eyes were observed to be bard shut his compan ions put out the candles, so as to In volve the room In utter darkueos. In the course of a quarter of an hour, which was the common duration of bis paroxysms, be ceased to speak, nnd opened bis eyes, when what was his amazement to find himself iu the dark. "How now? Am I blind?" "Blind," exclaimed one of the company; "what should make you blind?" "Why. I can see nothing," answered the sinner. "That is your own fault," coolly ob served his friend; "for my part I cau see well enough," and be drank a toast as if nothing bad happened. This con vinced the blasphemer that he had lost his sight, and to add to bis horror it struck him that Providence had Iu fllcted the blow as a punishment for his Intolerable wickedness. Under this Im pression he began to rave and cry, and he finally fell Into praying, uttering such expressions as made bis two com panions ready to burst with retrained laughter. When they thought they had punished him sufficiently, aud began to fear lest bis mind be affected if they continued the Joke any longer, one of them went to the door and admitted the light. The old blasphemer was overwhelmed with shame at the exhibition he had been compelled to make, which had such an effect that from that time forward h entirely abandoned his abominable habit Kilmarnock Standard. It is said that good musicians xeclaU their music, while bad ones murder lr. The summit of Moant Vesnvms in now le reached by a caule railway. Dr. Louis Pasteur has refused, on patriotic emends, a German decora tion tendered him iu recognition of his discoveries in the hue of curing hydro pnobta by inoculation. The polar currents contain less salt than those from the equator. llie newest pnncture-proof band for nse on bicycles is made of strips of whalnhnne inserted ueiween we uir- tabe and the outer cover. If the earth surface were level i ha .k.f of the ocean would cover it o a depth of 600 feet. - KptdenuM of typhoid fever have latelv been traced in Calcutta and Bombay, IncL, to the nse of watercress which grew in sou poiinieu vj sewerage. The sayinjf "Help me to salt, help me to sorrow." is common among the Highlanders, and the majority of them always decline tha article with a wave of the hand. Through the largest telescopes about 50,000,000 stars are seen, and there is every reason to believe that millions more exist. The average European woman's life is shorter than the man's but over two thirds of the centenarians are women. Pa DR. TBLP rhe Brooklyn Divine's Suaday Sermon. Subject: "Comfort. Tixt: "And God shall wip away all tears from their eyes." Revelation vill 17J Ri.iiug across a Westnrn prairie. Wil l ttow rs iip to the hub of the carriage wheii, and' while a lonirdistanne from any shelter, t tiers came a sudden shower, and whila tb ) -rail) was falling in torrents, the sun w staining as britrhtly as I ever saw it shine, u,-l I thought what a beautiful spoetccle thi is! So the tears of the Bibln are not midnight storm, but rain ou panslnd prairies in Hod's sweet and golden sunlight. You remiwM that bottle which David labeled as contain- ing tears, and Mary's tears, and Paul's tesrsj and Christ's tears, and the harvest of Jojj that Is to snring from the sowing of tearaj Sod mixes them. Ood rounds them. 0o4 hows them where to fall. Ood exhales them. A census is taken of them, and tnert Is a record as to the moment when they art born and as to the place of their grave. -'- 'tears ot bad men are not sepr. Alex ander in his sorrow had tha hair clipped from his horses and mules and made a great ado about his grief, but in all tho vases oj iietr-u 1 1 J ' -1 is ii i ri uun ui nivjutuuai a unia I spent ot the team ot God's children. Alas, me, they are falling all the time! In sum-; mor you sometimes hear the growling thunder, and you see there is a storm mile) away, but you know from the drift of tha slouds that it will not come any where near yon. So though it may be at bright around about you. there ts a showei of trouble somewhere all the time. Tears Tears! What is the use of them anyhow? Wh; aot substitute laughter? Why not make tbU a world where alt the people are well nnd eternal strangors to pain and aches? What is tho uso ot nn eastern storm wtten wa might have a perpetual nor'wester? Wbyi when a fninilv is nut together, not hav them all stay, or if they must be transplant ed to mnke other homes, then have them all live the family record telling a story of marriages nnd births, hut ot no .lentb? Why. not have the harvests eliase enc.k other with out fatiguing toil? Why thn hard pillow, the hard crust, the hard struggle? It is easy enough to explain n smile, or a sueceos, cr n congratulation, but eomn now ami bring an your dictionaries, and all your philosophies. anl all your religions, ana neip mo explain a tear. "A chemist will tell you that It is made no of salt and lime and other compo nent parts, but he misses tho chief ingredienti the neid of a soured life, the viperin sting of a bitter memory, tho fragments of a broken heart. I will tell vou what a tear is. It is agony in solution. Hear, then, while alseourse of tn uses or trounie: First, It is the design of tronblo to keef his world from being too attractive. Some thing must be done to mnke us willing to nult this existence. If It were not for trouble, this world would bo a good enough neaven tor me. lou nnn i wouiu oe wining to take a lease of this life for 100.000,000 venrs if there were no trouble. The earth cushioned and uoholstered and pillared and chnndeliered with such expense, no story of other worlds could enenant us. We would sav: "Let well enough alone. If vou want to die and have your body dis integrated in thn dust and your soul go out on a celestial adventure, then you can go, but this world is good enough for me!" You might as well go to a man who has just en tered the Louvre at Taris nnd tell htm ta hasten off to the picture golleries of Venice or Florence. Vhy," he would snr. "rh( is the use of mv itolng there? There m Bembmn.lts and Rube.ises nnu Raphaels heir that I haven't looked nt yet." No mas wants to go out of this world, or out of any house, until ho has a boiter house. To cum this wish to stay hern God must somehow create a disgust for our u.-roundirgs. Hon shall Ho do it? He cannot afford to defuci His horizon, or to tear off a fierv panel from the sunset, or to subtract an anthet from tht water lily, or to bnnish the pungent aroma from the'mlgnonette, or to drag the robes of the morning in mire. You cannot expect n Christopher Wren to mar hi9 own St. Tail1' Cathedral, or a Mi.-hnel Angolo to dash out his own 'Last Judgment," or a Handel to discord his "Israel in Egypt," and you can not expect God to spoil the architecture and music ot His own world. How. then, are w to be made willing to leave? Here is wher trouble comes In. After a man has hn.l a good deal o, trout aesays: "Well, I am ready to go. ittneri Is a houso somewhere whose roof no- .n t leak. I would like to live there. it there is nn atmosphere somewhere that does not dis tress the lungs, I would like to breathe it. "If there is n society somewhere when there is no tittlotHtlle, I would like to livt there. If there is a home circlo somewhere where I can find my lost friends, I would like to go there." He used to renl the first art of the Bibie chiefly, now he reads the ast part of the Bible ehiofly. Vhy has he changed Genesis for Keveintlonf ' An, ne used to be anxious chiefly to know how this world was made, and nil about Its geological jonstru -tion. Now he is chiefly anxious to know how the next world wan made, nnd how it looks, and who live there, and how hey dress. He reads Revelation ten times now where he reads Genesis one.?. The old story, "In the beginning God created the heavens and the eartn, aoes not innn mm half as much as the other story. "I saw a new henven nnd a new earth. The old Ann's hand trembles as ho turns over thu apocalyptic lenf, and he bos to take out Id) bandkercmei to wipe nis speewuies. a book of Revelation is a prospectus now o) the country into whioh he is soon to immi grate; the country in which he has lots al ready laid out, and avenues opened, and mansions ouiit. Yet there are people nere to whom tnn. World is brighter than heaven. Well, deal louls, I do not blame you. It is natural. But after awhile you will be ready to go. It wns not until Job had been worn out with bereavements that he wanted to see God. It was not until the prodigal got tired of living among the hogs that he wanted to go to his lather s house. It is the ministry oi trouble to make this world worth less and heaven worth more. Again, it is the uso of trouble to make ui teel our dependence upon God. lien think bat they can do anything until God shows :hm thuv can do nothing at alL We lay out our great plans and we like to execute them. It looks big. God comes and takes us down, as rrometheus was assaulted by nis enemy, when the lance struck him it opened a great swelling that ha 1 threatened his death, and he got well. So It is the arrow of trouble that lets oat great swellings ot pride. We never feel our dependence upon God nntil we get trouble. I wes riding with my little child along the rond, and she asked if she might drive. I said, "Certainly." I handed aver the reins to her, and 1 had to admire the glee with which she drove. But after awhile we met a team and we had :o turn out. The road was narrow, and it was sheer down on both sides. 3he handed the reins over to mo nnd said, "1 think you had bettor take charge of the horse." So we are all children, aud on Oils rood ot life we like to. drive. . It gives one such an appearance ot superiority and power, it looks big. But after awhile we meet some obstacle nnd we have to turn out, nd the road is narrow, and it is sheer down on both sides; and then we are willing that God should take the reins and drive. Ah, my friends, we get upset so often because we do not hand over the reins soon enough. After n man bos had trouble, prayer is with him a taking, hold ot tho arm ot Ood and cry in gout forhelp. I have htjard earnest prayers on two or three occasions that I re member. Once, on the Cinctnnnti express train, going nt forty miles the hour, thetraln iuui'ied the track, nnd we were nenra chasm eighty feet deep, and the men who, a few ninnies before, had been swearing and blas pheming God, began to pull and jerk at tht oell rope and got up on the backs ot thi teats, and cried out, "O God, save us!" There was another time, about 800 miles yat at sea, on a foundering steamer, after the last lifeboat had been split finer than kindling wood. They prayed then. Why is It yon so often hear people, in reciting the last experience of some friend say, "H made the most beautiful prayer I ever heard?" Whr -'" beautiful? It is the. earnestness of 1.. Oh! I tell you, a man It In earnest when his stripped and naked soul wa ies out iu the soundless, shoreless, bot tomless ocean of eternity. It is trouble, my friends, that makes u feel our dependence upon God. We do not know our own weakness or God's strength nntil thi last plank breaks. It is contempti ble iu ns when there is nothing else to take hold of tbat WH catch hold of God only. Why. you da not know who the Lord is! He Is not nu nurocrat seated fnr up tn a palace, from which He emerges once a yeor,precede hv heralds swinging swords to clear the way. No. I! it a F.V.hPr willing, at our call, to stand by us in every crisis nud rrodicamenl of life. I tell you what some of you busi nues men make run think of. A young man goes off from home to earn his fortune. n coos with bis mother's consent and benedic tion. She has large wealth, but he wants U m.ica tils own lortun-. tie goes lnr away, falls sick, guts out ot money. He sends foi llie hotel keeiier where lie is staying, asking for lenience, nnd tho answer he gets Is, "II you don't pay np Saturday night, you'll bi vuioved to the hoanital " The y.inng mnn send!" ro u e i wrTrT-t lame building. No help. He writes to e banker who was a friend ot his deceased huher. No relief. Ho writes to on oic schoolmate, but gnts no help. Bnturdns night eomes. nnd ho is moved tothe hospital Getting th.iro, ho Is freuziea witn gnet ind he borrows n sheet of paper nud a rost age stump, and he sits down, and ha writei home, saying: "Dear mother, I am sick un to death. Come." It is ten mlnntes of It o'clock when she gets tho letter. At 1( o'clock the train starts. She ts live minute! from tho doiot. She got3 thero iu time tc have five mlnntes to spare. She wonden why a train that can go thirty miles an houi cannot go sixty miles nn hour. She ruhef Into tho hospital. She says: "My son, what does oil this meau? Why didn't you send fot me? You sent to everybody but me. Yoc knew I could nnd would help you. Is tntt the rowurd I get for my kindness to you al ways?" She bundles him up, takes him home and gets him well very soon. Now. some of you trnnt God just as that younis man treated his mother. When you get intc n financial perplexity, you call ou the ban ker, you call on tho broker, you call onyoui creditor's, you call on your lawyer for lega' ocunsel; you call upon everybody, and wher toif euuo got any help, then you go to lo-l You say: "O, Lord. I come to Tlioe. Helf. me now out of my perplexity." Andthol.oro somes, though it is tho eleventh hour. H savs: "Wliv did vou not send for Me beforel As one whom his mother comforteth. so will I comfort you. It is to throw us back upon 3od that we have this ministry of tonrs. Again, it is the use of troublo to capaci tate us for th"5 office of sympathy. Th p-lests, under the old dispensation, wero set apart by having water sprinkled upon theii bunds, feet and head, and by the spriukllna of tears people aro now s-t apart to the ofllc ot sympathy. v nn we nre in prosperity w like to hnvo a great m:iny young peopl around u.-, and wo laugh when they laugh, and we romp when they romp, nnd we sing when they sing: but when we have troubl wo like plenty of old folks around. Why' fhev know how la talk. T;i!;o nn aged mother, seventy years of age and she Is almost omnipotent in comfort. Why Klin has been through it olU Ai I .o'clock in the morning sue goes ovei to comfort a young mother who has just lost her babe, dran.lmother knows nil nbout thattrou'de. Fiftv years ago she felt It. At 13 o'clock ot that day she goes over to com fort a widowed soul. She knov3 all about that. She has been walking in that dark valley twenty yonr At 4 o'clock in the afternoon some ono knocks at the door, wanting bread. She knows all about that. Two or throe times iu her life sho came U her last loaf. At 10 o'clock that night sh goes over to sit up with some ono soverelj sick. She knows nil about it. She knows all about fevers aud pleurisies nnd broken boues. She h:is been doctoring all her life, spreading plasters and pouring out bittei irops nnd shaking up hot pillows and con triving things to tempt u poor nppotite. Pre. Abernethy and Rush and H snck nud Harvey were great doctors, but the greatest doctor the world oversow is au old ChristiaE woman. Dear m! Do we not reme.nbei lier about the room when wo wero si-k ir our boyhood? Was there any one wh jonld ever so touch a sora without hurling It? Where did Pa"l get tho Ink Willi which t o write his comforting epistle? Where did David get tho ink to write his comforting l'salms? Whnro did John get thn ink to write his comforting Ilcvel.it ions? They got It out of their own tears. When n man has gone through the curriculum nnd h is taken a eourso of dungeons and Imprisonments and shipwrecks, ho Is qualified for tho work Of sympathy. Wheu I began to preach, my sermons on the f.ubjoct of trouble were all poetia and in )03.t blankvorsn, but (i-.-l kno- kedthe blank Verse out of mo long ago and I have found out that I canuot comfort people except as I myself have been trouble 1. God mnke ma lie son of consolation to the people! I would rather tie tho means of soothing one perturbed spirit to-day than to play a tune that would Retail the sons of mirth reeling Ui the dunce. Have you any nppreciatlon of the good nn. glorious times your friends aro having in heaven? How different it Is when they get news there of n Christian's death from what It is here! It is the difference between em barkation nnd coming into port. Every thing lepends upon which side of tho river you itnnd when you hear of a Christian's death. If vou stand on this sido of tuo river, you mourn that they go. If you stund on the other side of the nvor. you rejoice tnnt tney come. On tho difference between a funeral on earth and a jubilee in heaven between requiem hero and triumph then; parting here 'and reunion there! Together! liive you thought of it? They are together. Not one ot your depart nl friends in ono land ,.ud another in another lun.l, but togctli r, la dif ferent rooms of tho siunu hoiiio the house of many mansions. Together! I never more a:r.reciated that tnougkt tha I when we laid away in her last slumber my sister Sarah. Standing thero in .ho vil lage cemetery, I looked uroun.l nnd said. "Thero Is father, there is motnr, tnure is grandfather, thero is grandmother, there are whole circles of kindred," and I thought to myself, "Together iu the grave together In glory." 1 am so Impressed with the thought that I do not tuiiiK it is any fanati cism wheu some one Is going from this world to the next if you make theiu the bearf.r ot dispatches to your Inends who are gone, saying. "Give my love to my parents. give my love to my children, give my love to my old comrades who are in glory, nnd t-ill tuoin 1 am tryu-g to light the good fight of faith nnd I wilt join thorn after awhile " 1 bcilsvo tho iu j-tage will be de livered, and I bnlivse It will increase the gladness ot tnofw who neioretne tnrone. together are t ley. all tualr tears gone. My frleuds, tai.5 this gooi cheer home with you. 'i'tA e tears of bereavBinentth.it course your cheek, an i of persecution, nnd of trial, are uot always to bo there. The motherly hand of God will wipo thorn all away. What is the use, on the way to such consummation what is the use of fretting about anything? Oil, what an exhilaration It ought to be in Christian work! See you the pinnacles ngainst the sky? It is the city of our God, nil I we are approaching it. Oh, let us be busy in the days that remain, for us! I put this balsam on the wounds ot your heart, ltejoico at the thought of what your Departed friends have got ml or. mid tn.it you have n prospect of soon making your own escape, lie.ir cheerfully the ministry of lean, and exult ut tha thought that soon It is to be ended. There we shall march np the heovenly street ejia ground our arms at J-ums lo .u A man in Seilalin, Mo., Js called "the unman incubator." He t.as made a wager to hatch a giinca egg by car rylng it in his pocket. sBritish bicycle) makers find it difficult to get sufficient steel tnbinr, as tho American mrfkers early this rea son and got abjnt all there was iu sight. Zinc ran now be refined by elec trolysis. The oldest known plant nsed for food is asparagus. Paris has a fat men's club, mem bership in which is acquired by tiDDiot? the beam at 100 kilogrammes, or 220 pounds. SORTIN THE MAIL. I've ben sortin' ther mail at Jonesville fe coin' on fifteen year. An know cr-bout what's comiu 'fore the throws ther sak off here; flev seen ther same handwritin on thet letters, big an' small, Till I kind uv feel famiiur like an' friendly with 'em all. Lord bless ye, yes, it seems jest like they's speakin' out ter me, A-givin' up the kindest words 'at' a not fei me ter see. An' I get ter feeling' restless. It seems so long ter wait 'Fore ther mail train comes er-wbistlin as ther clock is strikin' eight. rhen ther neighbors come n-hurrying' In, for fear they may be late: . Most on 'em ain't pectin, but they like ter stan' an' wait. Jest ter see ther ones 'at's lucky get ei letter once't er week. Maybe watch 'em tear it open an' thai bolder take a peek. Widder Tomkins Stan's er-lookin' till thej drop out one by one. Like she has ter my bea' knowledge fei ther past five years au gone; When she says at last so wistful: "It ther auvthia' fruin Ned : Blest if 1 kin get er word out, so I on') hake my head. fer see her "Ned" was reckless like an' run er-way ter sea. Wua jest ther likeliest lad in town an' ha n some ex cou'd be. That's live years back, an' every mghi ther widder without fail Comes er long ez patient like, with every evenin' mail. The Lord 'ill Bend It some time," wal what she often said. But when she asks, night after night, ) on'y shake my head. I somehow thiuk like ah doea 'at hei letter's sure ter come, But's ben so long time on ther way mj faith is dwindlin' some. Polly Perkins "jest drops In" when ai tber rest hev went. Then blushes to herself an' me, pertend iu' she was sent Ter buy some rashers uv bacon lr er hall er-dozeu eggs. If she ketches er glimpse ov er letter, why then she fairly begs. Her feller's in ther city, an' ' doin' first rate, they say. So we're a-spectiu' purty Boon ter het him name ther day. Jonesville' sort uv dull like, but yer hii it on ther nail If yer say it's mighty interestin' er sortin' out ther mail. Chicago Record. A .RUNAWAY MATCH. TV ir It. SHELDON was the prlncl I f I pal merchant in the lmportan; -- manufacturing town of Tor niont. He piqued himself on his wealth but be piqued himself more on the fact that he bad made it all himself, and lu piqued himself still more because hi bad made it by never allowing any body to get ahead of him. "That's the secret of success in Ufa Harry," he said one day to his favorite clerk. "Sharp, is the motto, If yot wish to rise. I don't mean you should cheat: that, of course. Is both wrong and utigentlcnianly." (Mr. Sheldon piqued himself, also, on being what he en lied "a gentleman," and above aL little meannesses). "But always be wide awake, and never let anybody cheat you. I've noticed, by the by, thai you ve seemed rather down-neartea lately. If it's because you've your for tune yet to make, don't despair; but follow my advice. An opening will come at some time for something bettei than a clerkship, and thougrl shall be jorry to lose you, yet I'll give you up, II .t's for your interest" "Thank you," said narry, apparently not a bit cheered up by this cool way oi being told that he had nothing to ex pect from Mr. Sheldon; "but It's not ex actly that. I suppose I shall get along somehow." "What Is It, my dear boy, then? ! really take an Interest in you, as yoi know;" and he did, so far as words wen concerned. "Perhaps I can give you some advice." "Well," said Harry, with some hesita tion, "I'm In love, and " "In love?" exclaimed the rich mer chant "In love ,and with only a clerk's salary to marry on. It will never do never do, Harry. Marriage for one like you is fastening a heavy millstone round your neck, unless. Indeed," and he stopped, as If a bright thought bad struck htm "unless, Indeed, the girl is rich." "She Is rich, or will be, I suppose,' answered Harry, "for her father Is a wealthy man. But that's Just the diffi culty. Her father would never let het marry a poor man, and she won't mar ry without his consent" "What a miserable tyrant!" said Mr. Sheldon. "Gad! if I was her lover, Har ry, I'd run off with her. I'd checkmate the old curmudgeon In that way;" and be chuckled at the Imaginary triumph be rrould achieve. "'Pon my soul, I would. I never, as I told you, let any body take a rise out of me." "But would that be honorable?" "Honorable? Isn't everything fall in love and war? I thought you bad some pluck, Harry. How I would like to see the stingy old bulks rave and stump about on his goaty toes -for he must be goaty when he heard of your elopement" And be laughed till his portly sides hook at the picture he bad conjured up. "He'd probably never forgive me, said Harry, dejectedly. "And what could I do, with a wife brought up to every luxury, and only a poor clerk's salary to support her on?" "Never forgive yoa? Trash and non sense! They always do forgive. They can't help it Besides," with a confi dential wink, "I think I know your man. It's that skinflint, Meadows. I've beard of your being sweet on his daugh ter. She's a pretty minx, though she Is bis child. Oh, yon needn't deny It I saw how yon heng about her at our party the other night, and when I Joked about It with my daughter the next morning she as good as admitted that it was true. Baying It wonld be a very good match for yon. Now, I owe old Meadows a grudge. He tried to do me in those railway shares last winter, and I mean to pay him for It somehow. I'll tell you what I'll do. I mustn't ask, mind you, who the girl la. Mam mast be the word. I musn't, of course, be -"air-.but IU glya yon ; leave of absence for a month, and s I I check for fifty pounds to pay for yout wedding trip. If you'll make a runaway match. Is it agreed? well, there s mj band on it Here's the check. Egadl won't the old rascal howl when he be&rf how we've done him? Harry seemed to hesitate, howevet, and it was not till Mr. Sheldon, eagei to see his old commercial rival put al a disadvantage, had urged him agaii and again, and promised to stand by him. that he finally consented and took j the check which his employer persisted in forcing upon him. The next morning Mr. Sheldon cami down to breakfast In high glee, for a note had reached him Just as he wai shaving, which ran as follows: Dear Sir: I have, with much difficulty persuaded her to elope. It was not, however, till I showed her your check that she would consent to do so. She said that she was sure you would not recommend anything that was wrong; that you would advise her as if you were her own father; and she hopes yoa will stand by us. We shall be marrie to-morrow, before Mr. Meadows is up. Very thankfully, HARRY CONRAD. The old gentleman brought the note U the table, opened it out before him, adjusted bis spectacles and read It ovoi and over again. ' "I'd give a ten pound note," be said chuckling, "to see the old fellow's face when he hears how Harry has done him." It was the custom of Mr. Sheldon H read his newspaper at breakfast, while waiting for his only child and daughter, who, a little spoiled by over-indulgence was generally late. But this morning Mattie was latei than ever. The banker had read all the foreign as well as the home news, and even re perused Harry's note again, and stil' she had not made her appearance. "The lazy puss!" he said at last The: he looked up at the clock. "Half at hour late! Now this Is really too bad John," he cried, addressing the mat servant at the sideboard, "send and set why Miss Sheldon doesn't come down Tell her." with a severe air, "I au tired of waiting." John came back In about five mlnutei looking very much flustered. "If you please, sir," he stammered "Miss Sheldon is not In her room, am the maid says, she says, that the bed looks as If it hadn't been slept In ul light" The rich merchant's Jaw fell.. If there was one tiling he loved bette. than money, better even than life Itself It was his motherless child. What bac become of his darling? What awfu tragedy was about to be revealed tt htm? nad she gone out for a walk tin evening before and stumbled Into tin river? No; he remembered parting with her at 10 o'clock. Had she beet looking from the window of her rooir md fallen out? ne started up, with a cry of agony, ti go and see, beholding, in Imagination her mangled aud lifeless form. But he was prevented by the footman appear Ing at the door with a telegram. "A telegram?" cried the merchant un folding it with trembling hands. "What can it mean? Has Ehe been found deac anywhere?" This was the telegram: Dear Father Harry and I were mat rled at 8 o'clock this morning. I woult: not consent to an elopement till llarrj assured me you had advised It, and h;iC shewn me your check as proof, lit says you promised to stand by us, ani I know you pride yourself on nevei breaking a promise. We wait for youi blessing. MATTI K. "Well, I never!" ejaculated Mr. Shel flon, when he had recovered breath "The Impudent, dlsobe " But here be stopped stopped a in. mopped his bald head, which. In bis ex eltemeut, had broken out into great drops of perspiration. He remembered in time that both the butler and foot man would overhear him. He remem bered also that he had himself advisee Harry to elope, and that if the storj got wind he would be the laughing stock of the town. Including, hardes cut of all, Mr. Meadows. He remem bered, too, that he had but one child and that she. was all In all to him. S he accepted the Inevitable and tele graphed back: You may come home, and the soone. the better, so as to keep the fifty poundt tor pin money. Tell Harry he's tot sharp to remain a clerk, and that to-daj I take btm Into partnership. Only h must remember that partners never tel tales out of school. God bless you. H. SHELDON. The runaways returned by the nex train. Tbe marriage proved, too, at eminently happy one. The story nevei got out We only tell It now In con ft dence. Hours at Home. Precise la Prayer. - Barlow asserted (writes Henry A. Beers, in "The Ways of Yale") that he was present once at morning chapel when Tutor Cosine, whose duty it wat to conduct the exercises, began bie prayer as follows: "O Tbou who dost cause the planets to revolve In tbeli elliptical orbits the force of attrac tion varying Inversely as the square ot the distance." Whales Are Profitable Catches. The profit from a single whale that If raptured Is very large. One about fif ty-nine feet long weighs 140,000 pounds. and will give 00,000 pounds of blubbei from which 48,000 pounds of train oil can be made and 8,000 pounds ot whalebone. A Waste of Fffwfn "It'a a great pity to let It go waste," said the telephone girl. "What?" "The language that goe: over this wire. Yon can run an electric light with it." Washington Star. Plenty of Room. Australia baa a population of less than 6,000,000, but economists declare It could support a hundred million with ease. As a means of showing how far tbe world is from being over-populated they assert that the entire population of th United States could lire comfop tably la tha alngle State of Taxaa, tGQS ARE A BIG ITEM. World Owes a Large Debt to th' Mod eat but Industrious Hen. The magnitude of the egs product of Jie United States Is vaguely understood by those not directly in the trtde. Tho leading cities of the country consumed 500,000,000 dozens last year. Laying them end to cod, thy wowld form a Une 170,454 miles long. In other words, they would stretch around the world aver seven times, and would go aroand It ouce forming a band fourteen inches wide. The product handled for aally fonsumptlon last year, at an average price of 17 cents a dozen, makes a total of over $100,000,000, while the value of the wheat crop was less than $300, HX),000. Eggs are used in many ways that tht general public seldom thinks of. It the hen should stop laying, not only would the gourmand suffer, but the arts would come in for a large sbaro of hardship. The number of eggs used by photographers, artists, painters and paper-hangers, bookbinders, and chem ists, and In the mechanical arts In gen eral, is something enormous. Even the poor, despised bad egg has come to bo a necessity for certain uses other than those of the stage. A few years ago. It was discovered that the yolk and de cayed parts made the finest prepara tions for finishing leather. When prop erly worked up, the bad egg is bar reled and sent to France, Germany nud thcr countries, to say nothing of large quantities used at home. It has be ome Indispensable to morocco and kid Iressers, as well as to glove manufact lrers. In the early days of the commercial history of egs-s. farmers employed primitive methods for the preservation of eggs In store for tbe winter months, when the supply Is almost cut off nud the market price abnormally high. In January the price often used to run ns high as 50 and 00 cents a dozen, while In the spring nnd early summer the supply wns a drug ami dear at from 4 to 8 cents. The eggs were packed In oats or snwdust and also In preserving fluids. This process wns far from sat isfactory. The preserving fluids had tendency tj weaken the shells. A process camo Into use liy winch tno eggs were dried by artificial beat nud ground up Into the shape of meal fur packing. Such egg meal found favor with bakers and was practicable for use on ocean vessels. Tbe cold storago system of preservation was bit upon, and it has assumed vast proportions. millions of dollars being expended in plants. Notwithstanding alleged dis- joverles by which eggs can be manu factured, no process has been found mccessful tip to date. No egg has evot been manufactured except nt a great er cost than the production of tho uat ral one. Hung; with Black. The darky has a sense of humor pecv. Jarly his own, aud by no means object! to a Joke containing an allusion to tbe color of his race provided he makes It himself. In a New York town which has a colony of colored people there Is one big darky who has acquired consid erable local renown for his taste Ir nndscape gardening. Some time ago this man was employ ed In setting out shrubs on tbe lawn ol H handsome estate. The master of the hourie was nowhere to be seen, and a number of the gardener's friends were leaning comfortably on tbe fence at the foot of tho lawn, watcbin the opera tlons with absorbed interest. Another darky, who was ii river for I. physician living next dour t tho fini estate, looked curiously at tills row ol spectators, and then addressed the doc. tor, who was Just gettiug Into his bug ST. "Doctor Wilson," he said, solemnly, Mere's somebody dead at Mossa Jones', sartln sure." "Dead!" echoed the doctor. "No sucl thing, Caesar. I should have heard of It If there bad been any Illness In the family." "Well, sab," said Caesar, pointing b the row of sable individuals who were hanging on the pickets, "if dero ain' nobody dead to Massa Jones', sah, den w'at fer Is all dis yer mournin' strung along de fence?" Blame the Bicycle. The bicycle Is now held responsible ter the falling off In the sale of books which bns recently been noted by- deal ers. The French booksellers assert their trnde has been badly affected, and even on this side of the ocean the same result Is apparent But there Is no good reason as yet to condemn bicy cling because It has become so formid able an opponent of the reading habit. There Is no doubt that the latter has been overdone by many persons who will be greatly benefited by Judicious exercise, which is not carried to an ex treme. When winter comes and wheel ing Is no longer practicable the books will be taken up with all the more zest -Troy Times. Mrs. Fogg Then there was a mr.k (rho recited a poem or something. 1 couldn't for the life of roe make out what but he was tremendously np planded. Mr. Fogg Evidently one ol our most talented elocutionists. Bos ton Transcript Not Large Eaeagti. Old Lady I hope, my boy, that you do not sell papers on Sunday. Stnall Newsboy (sadly) No, mum; ain't big enough to carry a Sunda vlitlon yet. Exchange. t Thorns grow fast while a lazy man lee pa - Half-hearted service is the coward't tribute. 5 ML' IV- I !! ; i H ti i H fr-it f 'i ; i .? R1
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