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THE OONBTITUTION-THE UNION-iND THE ENFORCEMENT OP THE LAWS.
Sdtter amd Irupr
B. F. BGHWEIER,
MIFFLINTOWN. JUNIATA COUNTY.lPENN A . WEDNESDAY. AUGUST 28. 1895.
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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
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
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
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
"And the room is smaller," added Mrs
"Have you been ill?" were his ner
words, addressed to Nora, with an earncs
"No! Why do you ask? Do I look ill?"
"I think you .1 1. London does not ogre
"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
"Very well," he returned, and bid thero
"I do not think you are looking so ill
Nora." said Mrs. "i Estrauge, wLcu h
un, no! It was only Mr. Winton
fancy. There is nothing really the matter
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
'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
"Certainly, Mr. Winton, she said very
kindly. "I'erhaps I have some idea why
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
"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
"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
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
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
"Oh! he was obliged to go somewhere
else. I imagine he is going away to see hi
(To be continued.)
e Wa. Cured of the Habit by a Simple
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
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
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
Pa DR. TBLP
rhe Brooklyn Divine's Suaday
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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
"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
"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
"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
And be laughed till his portly sides
hook at the picture he bad conjured
"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.
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
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
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
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
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
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.
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
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
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
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
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
"Doctor Wilson," he said, solemnly,
Mere's somebody dead at Mossa Jones',
"Dead!" echoed the doctor. "No sucl
thing, Caesar. I should have heard of
It If there bad been any Illness In the
"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
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
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.
Thorns grow fast while a lazy man
- Half-hearted service is the coward't