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O. F. BOHWEIER,
THE CONSTITUTION THE UNION AND THE ENFORCEMENT OF THE LAWS.
MIFFLINTOWN. JUNIATA COUNTY. PENNA.. WEDNESDAY. SEPTEMBER 25. 1895.
CHAPTER XIV. (Continue.!.)
"It is the magnanimous trick, tin-nl
Magnanimity which I suspect does not
coat you much," said Marsden, bitterly.
"Clifford," said Nora, determined to b
brave and honest, feeling her courage re
viving with the sincerity of her resolu
tion, "I will be true, though it hurts me
horribly to speak the truth to you. You
ought not to throw away consideration
of prudence, perhaps duty, for the sake
of a girl who does not, can not, love you
M you ought to be loved for making stfh
sacrifices. I ought not to have promised
what I did. Can you ever forgive uie. if
I beg of yon to give up the idea of mar
rying me? 1 should disnpiaiint you. I feat
I should V
"Forgive you!" repeated Marsden
quietly, "never!" His hand, which laj
on the sofa cushions, clinched itself tight.
"If you persist in breaking with me, if
you attempt to juggle me but you are
too wise, too kindly! My sister talks of
what she does not understand. I cer
tainly will not attempt to reside at Eves
lelgh, and throw open my house to the
country for some time, but I am by no
means in the straits she imagines or in
vents; and even if I were, no amount oi
fortune, no advantages would atone to me
for you I love you I want you and
nothing shall separate us."
"But, Clifford, shall you be happy with
me, if I cannot love you as you do me?"
"Love as I do?" cried Marsden, start
ing up to take a hasty turn, and throwing
hlinself on the sofa again. "That you
never can! Nature forbids it! But you
shall be my wife, and give me what ten
derness you can!"
Nora began to feel indignant at his tone.
"If you really loved me, you should
think of my happiness as well ns your
"I do! I only care to make you happy!
But I don't want any one else to make
you happy. Nora! it cannot be possible
that after your solemn promise to me,
you want to draw back? There is some
thing I do not understand here; some
thing more than Isabel's letter."
"Her letter brought on a climnx; but
have been uneasy for some time, fright
ened at the responsibilities I was going
to undertake; frightened at my own
want of affection for yon; though I do
like you, and I am miserable at mnkiiip
"Then save your misery and my tin
happiness! Marry me; marry me willing
ly for marry me you must!"
"Are you so resolved?" asked Nora,
changing color and feeling alarmingly
"I am; even though I think I have hit
on the solution of the riddle," said Mars
den, rising and confronting her. "You
may not love me; but you love some one
Nora was silent. Falsehood in even
shape was abhorrent to her, yet truth in
this case was terrible; how could she con
fess her weakness! Marsden's eyes, full
of deadly rage, were fixed on her. "I am
right? l'ou do not reply!" Then Nora,
with a sudden flash of courage, deter
mined that all concealment should be
wept away. "You are right, Clifford,"
he said, coloring crimson, throat and
cheeks and ears. "But I thought I had
got over it all, that it would trouble me
no more; and I do humbly pray you to for
give me for deceiving you. as well as
"Forgive j on! Of course, I forgive you,
my sweetest, my darling!" be exclnimd.
"I only want you to love me now. If
you will but give me the fragments which
remain, I am rat luffed! I will even bless
that solemn rectangular prig Winton, foi
trampling the divine pearl of your ten
derness under his feet, so that it mat
come to me in any shape."
"Why do you imagine whnt makes yon
think of Mr. Winton?" faltered Nora,
vaguely distressed by his tone, and shock
ed beyond description at the notion ot
having betrayed herself.
"Who else could it be? Unless, indeed.
some very juvenile affair, with a Teutonic
baron or graf aboard," he laughed, harsh
ly. "I do not mind Winton. He never
could love as I do. He has a sort of
chilled-.hot detachment to your pretty
step-mother, which may "
"There you are mistaken," Interrupted
Nora, quickly. "Which of the two Win
tons did you believe her engaged to?"
Marsden turned and looked sharply at
her. "You have been exchanging con
fidences with Mrs. L'Estrange?" he said.
"I have received hers."
"It was Black Winton who was foi
a while engaged to her; but your friend
was attached to her, tool" returned Mars
"You told me you implied he was en
gaged," murmured Nora.
"Oh. I see. You mean I deceived yonl
I really cannot remember what I said
only what I believed. But that is of no
consequence. I want you to understand
me, Nora. I will not give yon up. I
hold you to your promise. Keep it, and
I'll gladly devote my life to you. Break
It no, I will not believe tbatl I'll not
think of it! Nora, do not desert me! All
th. good that's left In me, clings round
you. If you shake me off, I know I shall
go to the devil, and It will be the worst
for you. I know what I am capable of;
I could be damnably cruel."
"Do not suppose you can frighten me,"
cried Nora, roused to anger by the shadow
of a threat. "I care too much for you not
to feel Infinite pain In disappointing you'
but I will not submit to be bullied!"
"Great heavensl You misunderstand
me. I do not know what I am saying,
Nora! Yon must not be faithless. Look
here, I am utterly dependent on you foi
my future. I have no hope, no life, apart
from you, and I hold you to your promise,
as I cling to salvation. On yonr head be
it whatever becomes of me without you!
My lov.I my soul! do not turn from ma
I will never give you up.' I claim you
The profound supplication of his voice,
the entreaty of his speaking eyes,
hook Nora's heart. Had she, indeed, any
right to turn from one to whom she
aeemed so essential? I
"Do not decide anything to-day. Clif
ford." she said in a low voice. She was
beginning to feel quite exhausted
"Think over all I have said, and so will I
f what you have urged."
"I will do anything yon like, save one
xhlng," he interrupted, "but no reflection
will change me. I see all this has been
:oo much for you. I will leave you for
the present, and In -a day or two I . trust
to find you reconciled to the dreadful al
ternative of keeping your promise to me."
Nora bent her head in silence, and after
looking at her for a minute or two with
a glance of mingled anger and admiration,
Clifford aaid with ashfir Jaufbj - .
"Curiously enough, i am summoned to
morrow to see the rival to whom you
would fain hand me over on businesa.
she says. I wonder if she could invent a
bribe big enough to induce me to give you
He took and kissed her hand, pressing
.t painfully hard.
"$f I did not love you bo madly, how I
rould hate you!" he said between his
teeth, and hastily left the room.
Despite his cool indifference to the
pinions and interests of others, Marsden
Tell that he should be as well pleased that
his interview with Mrs. Kuthven was
ever. It is true that she seemed a mere
frivolous, fanciful trifler, much taken up
with the outside of things; but instinct
rather than any deliberate thought im
pressed him with the convicton that be
neath her pretty draperies was a heart of
steel, which would never melt, though
you might strike fire from It and an iron
will, tenacious to carry out her purpose,
great or small. He knew better than any
one else that a short time ago he had only
to ask and he would have been accepted;
and, thinking that such might have been
his destiny, he had done his best to pre
pare and smooth the way. From this, his
supreme good luck bad delivered him.
Even if he had not fallen headlong in
love with Nora IEstrange, there was
much in Mrs. Kuthven which dimly dis
pleased him. She was carefully well
bred, yet her manners had not the in
describable ease or grace of one born in
the purple, there was an under-toue of
animalism in her tastes and looks; more
over, he shrewdly suspected that fidelity
to a husband would be with her very much
a matter of accident, though he did her
the justice to believe that she would al
ways keep up appearances.
In fact, she was an admirably composed
morsel of I'aris paste, excellently set and
pleasant to the eye. until placed beside a
brilliant of the purest water, like Nora.
However, the visit had to be paid, so
Marsden made a careful toilet, and set
out to keep his appointment.
It was some time since they had met.
Indeed, since their encounter in Paris the
previous spring, they had not been so
Mrs. Ituthven was fully dressed in
blark silk and velvet, with a handker
chief of creamy lnce knotted round her
neck, and a dainty cap of the same on her
thick, short hair. Her costume seemed to
indicate that the business on hand was
too serious for the easy negligence of a
Marsden thought her looking better
than he had ever seen her before. The
debility and languor of slow convales
cence had spiritualised her expression,
and given more refinement to her move
ments. He could even understand how
some men might think her charming, a
charming toy. There was something un
usual, too. in the earnestness with which
he looked Into his eyes, something pained
and reproachful in the expression of her
"I hope she is not going to make a
scene." thought Marsden, as he greeted
"You are very good, for an unpunctual
man, to be so punctual," she said, gra
ciously, but gravely.
"I was eager to see with my own eyes
how you were progressing," he returned,
smiling sweetly upon her. "You know you
were cruel enough to reject my prayer for
in Interview at Chedworth."
"Yes, it was cruel considering how
anxious you were about me." Marsden
did not quite like her tone. "I want to
speak to you about Eveslelgh; there are
one or two little matters you and I can
settle better between ourselves thaa
through our lawyers."
"More agreeably, I am sure!"
"Before I go into my own affairs, how
ever, Mr. Marsden, I must congratulate
yon on your engagement with Miss Lt'Es
trange. I always admired her. But your
taste is nnimpeachable." There was a
kind of deadly composure in her manner
that struck him as ominous.
"It's coming," he thought, while he said
aloud, "You are very good! I am sure
Nora has the highest appreciation of you;
she has often spoken of you most warm
ly." "She will appreciate me much mora
deeply and justly later on," returned Mrs.
Kuthven, with a slight laugh. "Pray
when does the marriage take place?"
"That is not settled yet."
"And I suppose your fair, Inexperienced
fiancee is desperately In love with youl
You lave quite distanced Mr. Winton."
"Well, I hope so," carelessly, feeling
more and more uncomfortable.
"I should think you had, you are rather
a fascinating sinner. I had a fancy for
yon at one time myself. And she
glanced quickly at him, a glance fiery
enough, half admiration and half anger.
"Is It possible?" cried Marsden, with
an exaggerated air of regret. "And how
was I such an idiot as not to see it?
"That unconsciousness and modesty for
which you are celebrated, no doubt, pre
served you," she returned in a peculiar
tone. However, it is too late to talk of
the past; besides, I have a curious story
to tell you, in which, I am sure, you will
be interested. Do yoirknow I have found
a trace of my rubies at last, and the day
yon marry Nora IEstrange I will give
her one of the best for a wedding pres
ent!" "My dear Mrs. Ruthven, I am aston
ished and interested!" cried Marsden,
struck by her tone and looking full at her.
"Nor shall 1 "
"Pray listen to me," she interrupted,
fearing her seat by the fire, and draw
ing a chair to a writing table at a littel
distance, where a number of closely writ
ten sheets fastened together with a clip,
lay beside her blotting book. "It is a long
story, and I do not want to occupy your
time more than I teed."
"You rouse my ennostty." cried Man,
ten. iiia.-in himself opposite her.
Mrs. Kuthven turned over a page o
two of the manuscript before her, and
resting her clasped hands on it, fixed het
ryes on her companion.
"I had," she began, "a clew, a men
trifle, which no oue knew save myself, and
when I en mo up from Eveslelgh, I senl
for a man of whom I had heard, no mat
ter how, a man of keen, trained intelli
ir tu-e. for I saw that the regular solemn
English detective, with his heavy precau
'ion and transparent devices, waa merely
announcing to the criminal world, I have
x secret inquiry to conceal." I sent for
-.his man. I gave him, and him only, my
"And why did yon not give It at least
!o me." cried Marsden, "when I was tear
ing my heart out In fruitless efforts to re
cover your jewels?"
"I will tell you presently. Well, this
employe of mine, led by my my sugges
tions, fixed upon an Individual whom h.
thought might possibly have bean th rob
ber or went of th. robber and shadowed.
him" (she emphasized the word wirn cruel
bitterness). "For days he followed the
unconscious thief. In. various disguises;
at last, after keeping him in sight with in
finite difficulty, he watched him leaving
a country house not far from St Ger
main." Marsden's expression changed from po
lite attention to deep gravity.
"At a station midway to Paris he got
out, a small valise In his hand. The de
tective followed. It was early afternoon,
and few passengers ware traveling; the
suspected thief went into a first-class car
riage, with a small dark mustache, a low
crowned brown hat such a. Englishmen
wear in the country, and a long loose
overcoat He came out at a station some
ten miles off in a sort of frock coat; rather
shabby, braided and fitting badly, a soft
black felt hat Dulled over his eyea and
large light mustache; his overcoat waa
hanging on his arm, and he still carried
his valise. Han ho waited some time,
reading a paper, which he held before hia
face, and finally, aa it began to grow
dusk, he took a third-class ticket to Paris;
my employe traveled In the same car
riage." she turned a page. "It is too long
to tell how ha tracked him that night to
an obsoare-afreet In th Marala, to the
hop of a Polish Jew dealer In precious
stones, where he held a long parley, and
then back to a shabby cafe, where he en
gaged a room for the night he went to
It, after partaking of some wine and food
When his pursuer had ascertained that he
was locked in for the night, he returned
to the shop I ought to have told you, that
this man was himself the son of a Polish
lew, and spoke the language well. He
made himself known to the owner of the
jhop, told some story of having been on
the outlook for jewels, and. In short, per
suaded his compatriot to let him hide in a
wrner, where he could witness the inter
view arranged for next day. I am dwel
ling too much on details, perhaps! Ulti
mately my employe witnessed the sale of
ten large unset rubbles for 9 price, which,
though high, was not enough for their
value, and he saw the face of the man
who sold them."
"Indeed!" with a slightly contemptuous
accent; "and may I ask what was your
"There it is," cried Mrs. Kuthven. rais
ing her voice for the first time above the
level tone at which she had kept it, draw
ing her breath in a deep sob, as she took
out a small leather case, and threw to
him, a diamond stud. He had grown per
fectly colorless, but the hand with which
he took up the stud was steady.
"And what does this prove?" he asked.
"That Clifford Marsden, of Evesleigh
Manor, is a felon!" she answered, fierce
exultation lighting up her face and gleam
ing her eyes. "Do you think I did not
recognize the peculiar setting of the dia
mond which caught my hair in that waits
that waltz "
She stopped, her breast heaving.
(To be continued.)
The Tenor High O.
There id a question in music which
I have heard debated often and one up
on which musical people, even singers,
disagree. Aa the question is such a
fundamental one. It seems strange
there should be any difference of opin
ion concerning It among: those at all ed
ucated In music. The question la this:
Is the range of the male voice an oc
tave below that of the female voice?
In other words, la the tenor high O
and the low O of the baritone an oc
tave lower than the low G of the con
tralto? If this be so, why Is the music
for a tenor written on the same clef aa
for a soprano, showing; apparently in
the same pitch. Instead of indicating in
some way that there Is an octave dif
ference between the two? A clear ex
planation of the question will be grate
Answer: The tenor high O is an oc
tave below the soprano high O, and the
low G of the baritone is an octave lower
than the low Q of the contralto. All
"opinions" to the contrary belong In
the same category aa the alleged
"proofs" of the exact squaring of the
circle which continue to be put forth
from time to time.
Another cause of misconception on
this point Is, however, the very differ
ent impression made upon the ear by
notes In a male or a female voice. High
tenor A, for Instance, Is In unison with
the medium A of a contralto; but some
how it seems to sound higher. That is,
everyone immediately recognizes the
high A of a tenor voice as a "high
note;" no one thinks of the medium A
of a contralto as a "high note." And
yet both notes are of exactly the same
pitch. The reason for this difference of
Impression Is that this A really Is a
high note for a tenor It lies very near
the extreme limit of his compass, and
Its production la associated with a cer
tain amount of effort to "sing high;"
but this same note lies in the medium
of a contralto voice, and no sort of
physical effort or straining Is associated
with Its production. Thus It Is diffi
cult for ears of no more than ordinary
acoustical keenness to realize that high
tenor A is really no higher than medium
contralto A; the ordinary ear is the vic
tim of an "acoustical Illusion."
That some singers, even profession
al ones, are still victims of this illusion.
Is unfortunately true; but they nit to
be considered as cranks, at least on this
subject Boston Transcript
He is the freeman whom the truth
makes free, and all are slaves beside
Education is onr only political
safety. Outside of this ark all is
The candidate who shakes hands is
not necessarily in tonoh with people.
Never try to find yonr friend out; it
will make yon both mad if yon suc
ceed. No matter bow things are going
down, remember the son is sure to rise.
Wit may raise admiration, bnt gooa
nature bas a more powerful eflect
It is a good plan to say as little as
possible about that of which one knows
The fruit of ambition is seldom so
sweet when tasted aa it bad been
leasing to the eye
Some folks are so fad of human na
ture that there is no room lett in them
Torejoioein others prosperity ia to
give content to yoor own lot
People who spend their energies in
getting even seldom get ahead.
Sooner or later (probably later)
things have got to come right.
Man can live by bread alone if a lit.
tie of the milk of human kindness goes
He is young enough who nasi neatth.
and he is rich enough who has no I
Tn Ohio on In ovcry ton voters Is a
The school children of Do! a warn
have, by vote, selected the peach Nn
mm as the floral emblem of the State.
Chief of Police Janssen, of Milwau
kee, haa begun a crusade against dunce
halls in his city. He cays that they
"ire among the worst of evils.
A game protective law Just pnssed lit
Missouri provides severe punishment
for any one convicted of killing a doe
leer In the next five years.
Los Angeles Is having a new boom.
The superintendent of buildings there
reports $000,000 put into buildings dur
ing the month of July, following $33GV
TOO in June.
Red tape Is driving shipping from the
aew Baltic canal. It causes so much
unnecessary delay that the old way
around Denmark is preferred, and be
sides the pilots and officials are Impo
A dog belonging to George Wilcox of
Canton, Conn., met a porcupine in his
wanderings a few days ago, and came
home so full of quills that It took a
long time to pick them out, and two
nen to hold him during the process.
Brussels, where the vilest books in
the world are openly published and
old, is appropriately selected as the
meeting place for an international con
gress for the suppression of Immoral
literature next October, of which Jules
Simon will be president
The Paris Figaro calls attention to the
fact that three of the principal inter
preters of "Tannhacuser" at the Paris
opera house were born In 1S61, the very
J-ear when Wagner's work was produc
ed for the first time In the French cap
ital with such disastrous results.
In the River Tay, opposite Errol, an
ancient Caledonian canoe was recently
discovered and la now In the Dundee
museum. It Is formed from a single
oak trunk, hollowed out, probably by
fire. Is 29 feet long and 4 feet wide at
the stern, narrowing to 2 feet at the
A woman named Butler Is the first of
her sex to vote at a general election In
England. Her name was put by mis
take on the voting list at Barrow, and
the presiding officer at the polls held
that he had no authority to Inquire into
ber sex when the name was once on the
A census of centenarians recently
taken In France gives 213 persons of 100
or over, 147 of them women and (50
men. The oldest was a woman who had
Just died at 150, In a village of the de
partment of Haute Garonne. Nearly
all the centenarians belonged to tht
owest ranks in life.
There is said to be only one settlement
!n Massachusetts located more than a
lozen miles from a railroad. Cummins
ton Is thirteen miles from the nearest
tine, but Is only a little further away
from three other railroads, being near
the center of a square formed by four
The bluejay Is proving a decided pest
!n California by eating the eggs of other
birds, particularly quail and game
birds. So the Olympic Club of San
Francisco has appointed a St Bartholo
mew's day on which every one who
can buy or beg or borrow a shotgun U
o Join in the slaughter.
A Yorkshire plasterer, who was up
.'or bigamy before the West Riding as
ilze court explained that he had sold
his first wife to another man some
rears before for 3 shillings and 6 pence,
ind as she had gone off willingly he had
leclded to have nothing more to do with
xer. He was found guilty, however.
When the mahdl died, reports Slatin
Pasha, he appointed three Khalifas who
were to succeed him In turn. The pres
ent Khalifa was the first to Inherit the
-lower, and though the other two are
f till living be is Intriguing to pass it
jn to his son. He has 600 wives,
among his female slaves many are
Slatin Pasha has Just recovered the
tword that was takeu from him when
he was captured. It was the one he
bad when he first entered the Austrian
army. Five years ago Mr. Cook of the
tourist agency bought the sword of an
Arab at Luxor, and when Slatin attend
ed the geographical congress in London
le restored it to him.
A new solar physics observatory Is to
je- erected in India at Kodaikanal, In
the PalanI bills, 300 miles south of
Madras. It will photograph the sun
Jaily and will undertake a systematic
spectroscopic examination of the sun.
The temperature of the station Is very
even, and the number of cloudless hours
each day unusually great
Paris proposes to put an end to the
complaint that a policeman can never
be found, by establishing seventy po
lice kiosks In different parts of the
city. A policeman will be always on
duty there, who will communicate with
the nearest station by telephone, and at
alght will have another policeman with
tiim to send out at once in case of need.
Moltke's strategy at Gravelotte and
St Prlvat is severely criticised by a
person called Fritz Hoenlg. He neg
lected to reconnolter the ground per
sonally before the battle; he was inju
dicious in his choice of headquarters
and consequently lost control of his sub
ordinate commanders. The mistakes
were due probably to his extreme age
and the excessive deference paid to
him. The old man got there ail the
Robert Ross, Eli Lucas, Lncian Ad
klns and John Albright members of
prominent and respected Cabell County
families, have been lodged In Jail at
Huntington, W. Va., charged with dis
turbing public worship. The charge
la that they went to the country church
on Madison creek on Sunday morning
and practically took possession of the
place. During prayer, it la alleged, they
cursed the preacher, and during the
progress of the sermon praaueea m
pack of cards and played poker on one
of the benches till the service Was ever.
The preacher and tn ambers of the con
gregation tried to induce tae young
man to leave, but they defied them, end
went on with the game. There was
great excitement after services, and
loan members of the church wanted to
visit summary punishment upon the
esteudere, but the preacher prevailed
pea the bet-headed ones Jo let the
law takes Us
iSUtTOSE WE SMILE.1
HUMOROUS PARAGRAPHS FROM
THE COIVSC PAPERS. ;
Fir. t Incident. Occmilng; th. WorM
Our Sarin That An Cherfal to th.
Old or Fouaf -Fnnay Selection. Thmf
everybody Will Enjoy Hooding.
He (smoking) And what Is your opin
ion of the deadly cigarette?
She (looking him over) They are no
half so deadly as they ought to be. Ex
The Joy. of Collecting.
Amateur Now, that was a bargain,
If you like; I picked it up for be! he-
Artist Nonsense! It's worth double
The Sketch (London).
The Inevitable Hero.
BIHIgs Who Is that man the crowd b
cheering so vociferously?
Coddington Why, that's Commodor
Starboard, who is going to rescue Pain'i
Billings And who is the little man a
Coddington Why, that's Tain; ho'
Just about to start. New York World
It Made Him Happy.
Johnnie (surveying his small piece oi
pie) I'm blamed glad 1'iu not twins.
Johnnie Cause there's not enougl
pie even for half a twin. Lcwlstou
Fuddy What a fellow to brag Onh
Is! He is all the time blowing about
the persons he has saved from drown
ing. Puddy That's all right A life-pre
server, you know, is full of wind. Bos
The Last Resort.
James I wonder how I can win at
Picks You might dress up as i
heathen Chinee and Join a Suudaj
school. New York World.
"Are you sure this Is a genuine
Rubens?" asked the customer.
"Sure!" cried the picture dealer. "11
prove it Rubens!"
"Yes, sir!" said the clerk at the bacl
of the store.
"Who painted this old master?"
"Me, sir," said the clerk
Rut the customer was not satisfied
and went away without buying. liar
"What're ye up to?" asked a crook,
as his pal lifted a handful of coin out oi
the money drawer.
"S-h-h. Don't say a word. It's a fret
sliver movement of me own." Wasl
Surprise for Wandering; Willie.
B'gosh, them bees Is swarming, and
here's my chance to bag a whole hive
full. I'll Jeet throw this 'ere coat over
'cm while I've got 'em.
The Jay that left his coat on that old
stump will wish he'd taken it with him.
I shall be obliged to exchange garments
wid him, and I hope it will afford him
as much pleasure as
1 I I I I New York World
He French enables one to express
such delicate shades of meaning, you
She Yes, I know. And such Indel
ic&te ones, too. Life.
That Will Give Hia Exercise.
Man on Horseback Hallo! old man.
given up riding?
Man on Foot Well, the fact Is, my
doctor says that I'm getting too fat and
advises me to take short, quick runt
during the day. Bnt I want some cb
Ject to run for.
Man on Horseback Buy a straw hat
P. GB. TDLfildGL
Hie Brooklyn Divine's Snndaj
Subject: "Five Pictures."
Text- "Behold, I see the heavens opened.
Acts viL, 56-60.
Stephen had been preaching a rousing ser
mon, and the people could not stand it.
They resolved to do as men sometimes would
likotodo in this day, if they dared, with
xome plain preacher of righteousness kill
him. The only way to silence this man was
to kno-k th. breath ont of him. Bo they,
rushed Htuphen out of the (fates of the city,
antt. with curses and whoop and bellow,
tbey hroueht him to th. ellif. as was the eoj
tom when they wanted to take away life by
stnninir. Having brought him to the edge
of the cliff, Ihey pushed him off. After hei
hud fallen they came and looked down, and'
seeing that he was not yet dead thev began
to drop stones upon him, stone after stone.
Amiil this horrilile rain of missiles Stephen
clainhers upon his knees and folds his hands,
while the blood drips from his temples, and
then, lonkinirup, he makes two prayers
-ne for himself aad one for his murderers.
'"Lord Jesus, receive my spirit." That was
for himaWr. "Lord, lay not this sin to their
ehnnje." That was for his murderers. Then,
from pain and loss ot blood, he swooned
away and full asleep.
I want to show you to-day five pictures :
Stephen L'azlng into heaven, Stephen look
ing at Chrst. Stephen stoned, Stephen
in his dying prayer, Stephen asleep.
First, look at Stephen gazing into heaven.
Before you take a leap you want to know
where you are going to land. Before you
climb a ladder you want to know to what
point the ladder reaches. And it was right
hat Stephen, within a few moments of
heaven, should be gazing Into it. We would
all do well to be found in the same posture.
There is enough in heaven to keep us gaz
ing. A man of large wealth may have statu
ary in the hall, and paintings in the sitting
room, aad works of art in all parts
of the house, but he has the chief pictures in
the art gallery, and there hour after hour
you walk with t-atalogue and glass and ever
inerensing admiration. Well, heaven Is the
gallery where God has gathered the chief
treasures of His realm. The whole universe
is His palace. In thiB lower room where we
stop there ar- many adornments, tessellated
floor of amethyst, and on the winding cloud
stairs are stretched out canvases on which
commingle azure and purple and saffronand
gold. Hut heaven is the gallery in which
eue eliief glories are gathered. There are
the brightest rolies. There are the richest
crowns. There are the highest exhilarations.
St. John says of it, "The kings of the earth
shnll bring their honor and glory into it."
And I see the procession forming, and in the
line come all empire?, and the stars spring
up into an arch for the hosts to march under.
They keep step to the sound of earthquake,
and the pitch of avalanche from the moun
tains, and the flag they bear is the flame of a
consuming world, and all heaven turns out
with harps and trumpets and myriad voiced
acclamation of angelic dominions to wel
come them in, and so the kings of the earth
bring their honor and glory into It Do you
wonder that good people often stand, like
Stephen, looking into heaven? We havo
many friends there.
There is not a man here so isolated in life
but there is some one in heaven with whom
he once shook hands. As a man gets older
the number of his celestial acquaintances
very rapidly multiplies. We have not bad
one glim)seorthem since the night we kissed
them gnndhy. and they went away, bnt Mill
we stand gazing at heaven. As when some
of our friends go across the sea. we stand on
the dock, or on the steam tug, and watch
them, and after awhile the hulk of the ves
sel disappears, and then there is only a patch
of sail on the sky, and soon that is gone, and
they are ail out of sight, and yet we stand
looking in the same direction. 8o when our
friends go away from us Into the future
world we keep looking down through the
Narrows and gazing and gazing as though
we epected that they would eome out and
stand on some cloud and give us one glimpse
of their blissful and transfigured faces.
While you long to join their companion
ship, and the years and the days go with
such tedium that they break your heart, and
the vipers of pain and sorrow and bereave
ment keep gnawing at your vitals, you will
stand, like Stephen, gazing into heaven.
You wonder if they have changed since yon
saw them last. You wonder If they would
recognize your faee now, so changed has It
been with trouble. You wonder if, amid the
myriad delights they have, they care as
much for you as they used to when they
gave you a helping hand and put their
shoulders under your burdens. You won
der if they look nny older, and sometimes
in the evening tide, when the house is all
iiiet. you wonder if you should call them
by their first name if they would not an
swer, and perhaps sometimes you do make
the experinient, and when no one but God
and yourself are there you distinctly call
their names and listen and sit gazing Into
Pass on now and see Stephen looking
upon Christ. My text says he saw the Son
of Man at the right hand of God. Just how
Christ looked in this world, just how He
looks in heaven, we cannot say. The paint
ers of the different ages have tried to
imagine tne features oi Christ and put them
upon canvas, but we will have to wait until
with nurown eyes wesee Him and with our
own ears we can hear Him. And yet there
Is a way of seeing Him and hearing Him
now. 1 have to te',1 you that unless you see
and hear Christ on earth you will never se
and hear Him in heaven.
Look! There He is! Behold the Lamb of
Ood! Can you not see Him? Then pray to
God to take the scales off your eyes. Look
that way try to look that way. His voice
comes down to you this day comes down to
the blindest, to the dearest soul saying
"Look unto Me, all ye ends of the earth, and
be ye saved, for I am God, and there is none
else." Proclamation of universal emanci
pation for all slaves. Tell me. ye who know
most of the world's history, what other king
ever asked the abandoned, and the forlorn,
and the wretched, and the outcast to oome
and sit beside him? Oh, wonderful invita
tion! You can take it to-day and stand at
th head of the darkest alley in all this city
and say, "Come! Clothes for your rags, sal ve
for your sores, a throne for your' eternal
reigning.'" A Christ that talk like that and
acts like that and pardons like that do you
wonder that Stephen stood looking at Him?
I hope to spend eternity doing the same
thing. I must see Him. I must look upon
that face once clouded with my sin, but now
radiant with my pardon. I want to touch
that hand that knocked off my shaoklea. I
want lo hear the voice that pronounced my
deliverance. Behold Him, little children,
for if you live to threescore years and ten
you will see none so fair. Behold Him ye
aged oues, for He only can shine through the
mmness of your failing eyesight Behold
Him, earth. Behold Him, heaven. What a
moment when all the Nations of the saved
"hall gather around Christ! All faces that
way. All thrones that way, gazing on Jesus.
His worth if all the Nations knew
Sure, the whole earth would love Him too,
1 pass on now and look at Stephen stoned.
The world has always wanted to get rid of
eood men. Their very life is an assault
upon wickedness. Out with Stephen
through the gates of the city. Down with
him over the precipices. Let .very man
ome up and drop a stone upon his head.
Hut these men did not so much kill Stephen
as they killed themselves. Every stone re
bounded upon them. While these murderers
ure transfixed by the scorn ot all good men
Stephen lives in the admiration of all Chris
tendom. Stephen stoned, but Stephen alive.
3o all good men must be pelted. All who
will live gedly in Christ Jesus must suffer
persecution." It is no eulogy ot a man to
-ay that everybody likes him. Show ma
any oue who is doing all his duty to state
or church, ami I will show you scores of men
woo uueriy aDnor mm.
XI il men sneak well of vnn It ia bMon
fou are either a laggard or a dolt If a
it earner makes rapid progress through th
raves, the water will boil and foam all
lronndlt. Brave soldiers of Jesus Christ
will hear the carbines oliok. When I see a
man with voice and money and influence all
n the right side, and some caricature bint,
ind some sneer at him, and some denoune.
him, and men who oretend to be actuated bf
right motives conspire to cripple him, to cast
aim out, to destroy him, I say, "Stephen
When I see a man In some great moral oi
eeligious reform battling against grogshops,
Jxposiug wickedness in high places, bj
tcti ve means trying to purify the church and
letter the world's estate, aad I And that the
lews papers anathematize him, and men,
sven good men, oppose him and denounce
lim because, though he does good, he doot
lot do It In their way, I say. "Stephen
toned." But yon notice, my friends, that
while they assaulted Stephen they did nol
lucceed really in killing him. You may as
ault a good man, but you cannot kill him.
Dn the day of his death Stephen spoke be
fore a few people in the sanhedrtn. This
3aibatb morning he addresses Christen
dom. Paul, the apostle, stood on Mart
sill addressing a handful of philosopher!
who knew not so much about science as a
modern sehoolgtrl. To-day he talks to all
the millions of Christendom about the won
ders of justification and the glories of th
resurrection. John Wesley was howled
down by the mob to whom he preached, and
thev threw bricks at him, and they de
nounced mm. ana they jostled him, and
they spat upon him. and yet to-day, in all
lands, he is admitted to be the great fathei
of Methodism. Booth's bullet vacated th
Presidential chair, but from that spot ot
coagulated blood on the floor in the box ot
Ford's Theatre there spranf, up the new lift
of a Nation. Stephen atoned, but Stepher
Pass on now and see Stephen in his dyini
prayer. His first thought was not how tht
stones hurt his head, nor what would be
come of his body. His first thought wa
about his spirit. "Lord Jesus receive mj
spirit" The murderer standing on the trap
door, the black cap being drawn over hi
head before the execution, may grimace
about the future, but you and I have uc
shame in confe&dng some aaxiety abou'
where we are going to come out. You art
not all body. There is withia you a soul.
I see it gleam from your eyes to-day. and 1
see it irradiating your countenance. Some
times I am abashed before an audience,
not because I come under your physica
eyesight, but because I realize- I he truth
that I stand before so many immorta'
spirits. The probability is that your body
will at last And a senulcher in some of tht
cemeteries that surround this city. There it
no doubt that your obsequies will be decent
and respectful, and you will be able to pillow
your heail under the maple, or the Norwaj
spruce, or the cypress, or the b'.ossoming fir,
but this spirit about which Stephen prayed
what direction will that take? What guidt
will escort it? What gate will open to re
ceive it? What cloud will be cleft for itf
pathway? After it has got beyond the light
of our sun will there be torches lighted lot
it the rest of the way?
Will the soul have to travel through lonp
deserts before it reaches the good land? 1:
we should lose our pathway will there be
castle at whose gate we may ask the way tc
the city? Oh, this mysterious spirit withir
us! It has two wings, but it is in a cage now.
It is locked fast to keep it, but let the dooi
of this cage open the least, and that soul if
off. Eagle's wing could not catch it. Th
lightnings are not swift enough to come u
with it. When the soul leaves the body ii
takes fifty worlds at a bound. And have 1
no anxiety about it? Have you no anxiet
I do not care what you do with my bodj
when my soul is gone, or whether you be
lieve in -reination or inhumation. I shut
sleep just as well in a wrapping of sackclott
as In satin lined with eagle's down. But mj
soul before I close this discourse I will fine
out where it will laud. Thank God for tht
intimation of my text that when we di
Jesustakes us. That answers all questions
for me. What though there were masiv
bars between here and the City of Light
Jesus could remove them. Whai
though there were great Saharas o:
darkness, Jesus could illume them.
What though I get irairr on the way. Culls'
could lift me on His omnipotent shoulder.
What though there were chasms to cross
His hand could transport me. Then lei
Stephen's prayer be my dying litany. "Lord
Jesus, receive" my spirit."" It may be in thai
hour we will be too feeble to say a long
prayer. It may be in that hour we will not
be able to say the Lord's Prayer, for it haf
seven petitions. Perhaps we may be too fee
ble even to say the infant prayer our mother!
taught us, which John Quincy Adams, sev
enty years of age, said every night when h
put his head upon his pillow:
Now I lay me down to sleep,
I pray the Lord my soul to keep.
We may be too feeble to employ either O!
fhese familiar forms, but this prayer o!
Stephen is so short, is so concise, is so earn
est, is so comprehensive, we surely will b
able to say that, "Lord Jesus, receive mj
rpirit." Oh, if that prayer is answered, how
weet It will be to die! This world is clevei
rnough to us. Perhaps it has treated us a
CTeat deal better than we deserved to b
treated, but if on the dying pillow there shall
break the light of that better world we shall
have no more regret than about leaving a
small, dark, damp house for one large, beau
tiful and capacious. That dying minister ir
Philadelphia, some years ago, beautifully
depicted it when, in the last moment, ht
threw up his hands and cried out, "I mov
into the light!"
I have seen the sea driven with the hum
sane until the tangled foam caught in thi
rigging, and wave rising above wave seemed
is if about to storm the heavens, and then I
Save seen the tempest drop, and the wave
crouch, and everything become smooth and
burnished as though a camping place for the
Holies of heaven. 8o I have seen a man
rhose life has been tossed and driven com
,ng down at last to an infinite calm in which
there was a hush of heaven's lullaby.
I saw such a one. He fought all his days
Igainst poverty and against abuse. They
:raduc5d his name. They rattled at the
loorknob while be was dying with duns for
lents he could not pay. Yet the peace oi
3od brooded over his pillow, and while the
world faded heaven dawned, and the deep,
tning twilight of earth's night was only the
ipening twilight of heaven's morn. Not a
Igh. Not a tear. Not a struggle. Hush'
I have not the faculty as many have to tell
Ihe weather. I can never tell by the setting
sun whether there will be a drought or not.
i t-nnuoi leu Dy lne Blowing or the wind
Whether it will be fair weather or foul on the
morrow. But I can prophesy and I will
urupnesy wnat weatner It will be when you,
he Christian, come to die. You may have
t very rough now. It may b. this week one
annoyance, the next another annoyance, it
(nay be this year one bereavement, the next
mother bereavement. But at the last Christ
vill com. in, and darkness will go out. And
though there may be no hand to elos.
hyes, and no breast on which to rest your
dying bead, and no candle to lift the night,
ihe odors of God's hanging garden will re
gale your soul, and at your bedside will halt
the chariots of the king. No more rents to
pay, no more agony because flour has gone
np, no mora struggle with "the world, the
flesh and the devil," but peace long, deep,
everlasting peace. Stephen asleep!
Asleep in Jesus, blessed sleep,
From which none ever wake to weep:
A calm and undisturbed repose,
Uninjured by the last of foes.
Asleep in Jesus, far from thee
Thy kindred and thy graves may be.
But there ia still a blossed sleep,
From which none ever wake to weep.
Tou have seen enough for one day. No
Jne can successfully examine more than five
pictures In a day. Therefore we stop, hav
ing seen this cluster of divine Baphaels
Stephen gazing into heaven, Stephen looking
it Christ, Stephen stoned, Stephen la his
tyingprayer, Stephen asleep.
True prosperity depends upon trne
The never pardon who commit they
Life is bat poor one that is without
If man had never sinned he would
Constant success shows bat one side
of the world.
When the judgment is weak the
jndiee ia strong.
we never was a house big enongh
for two families,
boeak no more of the "oomina
woman i" abe ia here.
RAM'S HORN BLASTS,
iranta Kates Calling tn. Wlotod to Bat
out of tea work
and pray too little,
who does not
walk by faltl
will have many
Don't work tot
late at night tc
get alone wittj
Ood early la tht
Only that Is well which ends well.
When love works, It always does lb
The wisest men have never In any
i tge been the beet men.
Everything we do will be great when
t Is what Ood want, done.
Before Jesus offered rest to men, hi
ihowed that he had rest to give.
Christ went without sleep to pray,
but he never lost ary sleep In worry.
Saul, the son of Klsh, was a big initio
driver, but he made a very small king.
The man who talks to the biggest
crowd Is not always doing the most foi
The man who begins by trying to
deceive Ood, will end by deceiving him
self. Numbers weighed nothing with
Christ His concern was for the indi
vidual. The devil would never get anotliei
soul if he couldn't make black look
Making an Idol of Christian work If
do better than making an idol of Cho
The first man fell when he waa tempt
ed, because he didn't have the help of
Little duties are the greatest duties,
when they aro tho ones God chooses
When the preacher knows his B1bl
well, he won't have to pound it to keej
Telling n child the story of Jesus maj
be a greater thing than building t
No matter where Christ went into a
synagogue, he fouud that tho devils
had got there first
Tho man who talks to the biggest
crowd is not always being watched the
closest by the angels.
Planting a grain of mustard seed ma)
be moro far-reaching iu Its results than
lading tho north ih)U.
There are little duties that most nos
be neglected, no matter how much great
nes may seem to press upon us.
If God given us a good doal to do, K
means that he will also give us a good
deal of grace with which to do It
If putting on our plug hats would
only make us all as big as we want tc
be, the world would be full of giants.
The teacher of the Infant class in a
small Sabbath school bus a bigger au
dience than the chapluiu of Slug Slnj
When a preacher spends more tim,
In preaching than he dooa in praying;
he Is not doing God's work as be wantt
It is hard to find a man who wh
preach the same gospel on a salary oi
five thousand a your that he did on flv
The difference between a wise ma
and a fool is that the wise man knowa
that he knows little aud the foul thiukS
he knows much.
Praying on the run may be better
than not praying at all, but the deef
things of God are only for those wb
will take time to hear them.
No man ever made Christ welcome t
the highest scat In his heart without
being himself established in a highei
place than he before occupied.
Sam Jones says that what some met
rail paatoral work is little more than
taking care of a plug hat and looklnf
after a ministerial reputation.
When we spend so much time In be
ing religious at camp meeting that w
have no time or Inclination to pray ia
secret, we are not religious enough.
Touching the heart of a child witi
God's truth may start more machinery
than the President set in motion bj
touching the button at the World's
Nowhere In the Bible are we com
manded to praise God with the tongues
of angels and of men, but we are eve
rywhere required to love him with thf
Joke on Palmer.
Senator Palmer tells a story about aa
Illinois farmer who for several yean
had been selling him wood for six dol
lars a cord. "This year," says Senatoi
Palmer, "he came to me with a load,
and I told him that I did not want it
He offered it at $2 a cord. I still re
fused, and he wanted to know why I
would not take it at $2. I told him 1
was using soft coal, for which I paid
one dollar and thirty-seven cents a ton.
Gosh! he exclaimed, 'I heard you wai
trying to demonetize silver, and now
-ou are trying to def uelize wood.' M ,
tOoIdsmtth Waa Fall of Chivalry.
Poor "Ooldy," as he waa fondly nick.
flamed later in life, did not look much
like a knight Short of stature, with a
homely face deeply scarred by tha
smallpox, awkward In his manners and
movements, he would have made but e
sorry figure in the lordly tournament ot
at a royal banquet And yet .he bad
within him not a little of the knightly
plrlt Generous to a fault, daring even
to foolhardlnesa, tender-hearted, IrapuU
sive he waa Just the kind of man to
I ride through the world, seeking adven
tures, and risking his life in defense at
the helpless and Innocent Had he llv
in tne cays or chivalry, he wouli
, doubtless have been. In spite of bis '
linese end nngalnllneam, a famou
knlghft arrant 8t Nicholas, y
Charaeter is somethlng'"that'othsi
people'e lives have, brought oat in pi
An enormous bear alleged fo weigt
1000 pounds, was Killed near
BShMt. saw -vmm ansa