v. fO (57 1 ft JSlfffiL tj. ill "si H O. F. BOHWEIER, THE CONSTITUTION THE UNION AND THE ENFORCEMENT OF THE LAWS. VOL. XLIX MIFFLINTOWN. JUNIATA COUNTY. PENNA.. WEDNESDAY. SEPTEMBER 25. 1895. NO. 41. MP 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 own. "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 you unhappy." "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 faint. "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 else?" 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 myself." "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 den. "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 whatever happens.'" 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 up. Nora?" 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. CIIAPTEK XV. 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 long apart. 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 morning gown. 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 own. "I hope she is not going to make a scene." thought Marsden, as he greeted her cordially. "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 U-xr." "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 clew?" "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 fully received. 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 deluge. 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 nothing. 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 for principle. 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 with it He is young enough who nasi neatth. and he is rich enough who has no I debts. Tn Ohio on In ovcry ton voters Is a toldlcr. . 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 lite. 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 WW. 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 ist 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 roads. 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 jearly white. 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 tame, 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. Severe, 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 "Change. The Joy. of Collecting. Amateur Now, that was a bargain, If you like; I picked it up for be! he- sixpence. 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 arctic expedition. Billings And who is the little man a his side? 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. Mamma Why? Johnnie Cause there's not enougl pie even for half a twin. Lcwlstou Journal. Invariably. 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 ton Transcript The Last Resort. James I wonder how I can win at heiress? Picks You might dress up as i heathen Chinee and Join a Suudaj school. New York World. Genuine. "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 per's Bazar. Up To. "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 uigton Star. 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 ft' 1 I I I I New York World Expressive. He French enables one to express such delicate shades of meaning, you know. 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 Beaten, - 4 P. GB. TDLfildGL Hie Brooklyn Divine's Snndaj Sermon 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 heaven. 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 toned. 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 live. 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 about it? 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' tephen asleep. 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 labor. The never pardon who commit they wrong. Life is bat poor one that is without ambition. If man had never sinned he would live forever. 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 IXE Christian! out of tea work and pray too little, The Christian who does not walk by faltl will have many falls. Don't work tot late at night tc get alone wittj Ood early la tht morning. Only that Is well which ends well. When love works, It always does lb est , 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 Sod. 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 white. Making an Idol of Christian work If do better than making an idol of Cho nosch. The first man fell when he waa tempt ed, because he didn't have the help of Christ Little duties are the greatest duties, when they aro tho ones God chooses for us. When the preacher knows his B1bl well, he won't have to pound it to keej people awoAe. Telling n child the story of Jesus maj be a greater thing than building t church steeple. 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 prison. When a preacher spends more tim, In preaching than he dooa in praying; he Is not doing God's work as be wantt It done. 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 hundred. 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 Vair. 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 hole heart 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 'd I! h I'i i'l It! i! ti 'I 'I 11
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