ft if B. F. 8CHWEIEB, THE CONSTITUTION THE UNION AND THE ENFORCEMENT OK THE LAWK. VOL.TT MIFFLINTOWN. JUNIATA COUNTY. PENNA.. WEDNESDAY. APRIL 15. 1896. NO. IS. m If IP CHAPTER XLIV. When he entered the anteroom he gav a searching look round, and, apparently not seeing the person he wanted, sat down and took up a paper to wait his arrival. It was some twenty minutes later thai Barry Larron came in and took np his position by the fire. r!tiriatm wonthof with a TensetDM. he (rumbled, as he rubbed his hands. "It 1 this goes on for another week we shall bs j able to eat our plum-puddings and mince- plea without feeling the incongruity of the fare." I "The ground was quite white with frost j A young subaltern looked np eagerly. He was just out from England, and hav- lag found so much unlike what he had j been led to expect, began to wonder , Whether he had also been advised wrong- j ly to leaTe his skates at tome. Valentine, reading his unspoken thoughts, laughed aloud. Put that ont oi yeor head a. once. The ice is not likely j to bear; though, by Jove, it helps us to bear the hot weather." "If it helped us to bear your bad jokes with equanimity, it might be of even mow service," said Larron, grimly. I "It should help you to take even them ( coolly," was the quick retort. ColoueJ I Prinsep broke into the idle chat. I "Will it be taxing your memory too everely, Larron." he said, putting down bis paper, "if I ask you to let me know any recollections you may have of the seventh of November?" "The seventh of November!" cried irre- . pressible Val. "Why, that was the day poor Lynn was murdered." ) "Ah, yes, to be sure! inanl yon ior reminding me, Graeme. It was the day f poor Lynn's murder, Colonel." Major Larron spoke carelessly enough, and stroked his dark mustache with a wagger that seemed like consummate ease to the admiring subalterns, but not to bis interlocutor. "It was a more personal remembrance that I wished for," the Colonel went on. "Do yon happen to remember that you and I were on the rifle range that daj from one o'clock till after four?" "I have the worst memory In tht world," was the shy reply; looking, how ever, studiously in the opposite direction. "I am afraid I must ask you to exert it In this case," said the Colonel, firmly. "Though the matter in itself is trivial, to me it is of importance; and I think" with emphasis "you can scarcely fail to remember that you were with me, that day, acting as umpire in a -match with the Bengal Cavalry." "I may have been." "You were," emphatically declared Val entine. "It was I who met you both with the news about Lynn." Hitherto this fact had escaped t aaemory of all three. Now it recurred M them. . "Oh, yes, of course! Now I recollect tha circumstance perfectly," said Larron, quickly. "Then I am sure you will not object to put it down in black and white lest you should forget again. It is to settle some doubt that ought never to have arisen. Ah. thank you. Valentine," as the Ad jutant handed him a paper on which, un asked, he had jotted down some memo randa. Then he handed it to Major Lar ton, who hastily scrawled his name in attestation. "Is that all you require?" he asked, rather defiantly. "Yea, that is alL I had no idea you had nch a bad memory, Larron." The Colonel spoke with an accent of sympathy that deceived all his hearers, except him to whom It was addressed. In his case conscious guilt caused him to instantly detect the satire. When Colonel Prinsep took up hat, and, thrusting the paper into an inner pocket, went out, he followed him into the ver anda. "You don't think. Colonel, that I Inten tionally suppressed any knowledge I pos sessed?" he asked, doggedly. "Qui s'excuse s'accuse. When I tax yon with having behaved dishonorably toward me, it will be time enough to de fend yourself." Colonel Prinsep left and walked on quickly In the direction of the Cutchery. At any other time he would have felt unmitigated disgust at Major Larron'i perfidy; but now his mind was so en grossed with other more important mat ters that he could even smile at the dis comfiture which his evident knowledge of the truth had caused. When he reached the Cntchery. he was told that the "burra sahib" was engaged, but would be at leisure presently. Then almost immediately a second messenger came to admit him to the Commissioner's presence. When he entered he saw at once that bis advent was embarrassing as well as unwelcome. Mr. Kaollys looked flurried and hot, beyond the heat for which the huge fire that was burning beside him could account. "I have come," said the Colonel, after a cold bow had been accorded to him and returned with politeness, "to discuss with yon some private Information I have re ceived from Calcutta. It appears that, in consequence of an Inquiry that is to be made again as to Trooper Lynn s death, all leave in the regiment Is stopped. Now this is so grave an aspersion upon myself and brother oflicers that you will under stand that I came to you at once to put the matter on a proper footing. "Excuse me, sir," broke in the Depntj Commissioner, angrily, "if I decline to re ceive any communication from yon, sav la an official form." "That yon have the power to do so I freely admit, l.nt surely in this case, con sidering the friendship that has always existed between yourself ana us -Pardon me again," returned Mr. Knob lys. with a pompous air of regret, not fa! removed from real dignity, Uin? jca tain facts have come to my knowledge, I disassociate yon to my mind entirely from a regiment that to every other ess I have bad reason to respect as well ai "What those facts are I have learnec from Miss Knox," was the quiet reply. rhauntadnur looked as startled as he felt. A tete-a-tat. witn a Ift ajHL 9Pea bnt when, to add to this, the murderer was aware of his companion's suspicions perhaps, too, that he was the only per son that held them the position grew positively dangerous. "It is to question yon as to those facU I am here," continued the ColoneL "It is quite illegal against all eti quette," stammered the Commissioner, Is return. "Granted. StiU I don't think you will refuse to let me know what case you have against me, and allow me to prove myself Innocent if I can" with a half smile. "But you cannot !" was the violent re tort, the speaker losing his magisterial demeanor in the exasperation ha felt at the audacious composure of the other. I "Who else had any motive for commit ting such a crime? Yon were to love with Miss Knox; she was first engaged to the deceased, and afterward, when that engagement was broken, she refused to marry you while he lived. She com plained to you of the persecution to which she was subjected by him, and almost im mediately the persecution ceased; though not heaven forbid! as she Intended. All this I have directly, or indirectly, learned, and more still remains to be proved." "The merest circumstantial evidence," remarked the Colonel, gently impatient. "Not a case to bring into court, certainly; and it falls to pieces at once before the defense that I have brought. Will yon oblige me, Mr. Knollys, by reading this?" He handed over the paper containing the statement that Valentine bad drawn out and Major Larron subsequently signed. A little nervously the Deputy Commia lioner fixed his glasses to peruse It. An uneasy doubt crept into his mind wheth er he had not been premature in his con elusions, or at least expressed them too frankly. Then, when he had read it through, his glasses fell, and he stared in speechless, open-mouthed dismay before him. "I can hardly credit that you ever really oelieved me capable of such an act." The Deputy Commissioner looked the picture of contrition and confusion. "Forgive me. Colonel Prinsep. I can not express my regret," he faltered out. "Do not attempt it, please. Let it be forgotten. I shall never revive the mat ter, and you can atone for your mistake by maintaining a similar silence." Then Colonel Prinsep repaired to the Quartermaster's bungalow. He asked to see Mr. Knox himself, and was closeted with him for more than an hour. When he came out, Jane was waiting In tht veranda. "It is all right. I can see it in youi yea!" she cried, coming eagerly toward him. "What a wise little girl It Is! Yes. I think the danger is over now. But there Is one thing yon may not like. Your father is sending in his papers, and will ro home at once. It was impossible that he could remain in the regiment. You ee that, don't you?" Jane nodded comprehensively, but her countenance fell. Even when they had been going for a year she felt a dread foreboding that they might never meet again; but now that this eternal separa tion was certain did he feel not a ting of regret? She stole a hurried upward glance. He was looking grave, yet not absolutely sad; as their eyes met he even gave a low smile. If he felt no sorrow In saying farewell, she must not betray her owp. "It It beat so, I suppose," she observed "It was the only thing that could be Jone," he Insisted, gently. Then, after s slight pause, he added: "I am spending Christmas at the Molnets' with Mrs. Dene. Have you any message I can take?" "None, I thank yu." The Colonel was looking down at her rteadily: and aa he gazed, an expression f restrained yearning came Into his eyes. Yet he made no sign. Sweet as it would have been to whisper words to her car that would have cleared away the sad ness from the pretty, pathetic face, ho dared not risk anything by a premature eclalrcissement. Better far that she should suffer something now for awhile than con temn them both to life-long misery. "Good-by, Jenny," he said, gently. A hiia-ht flmh anffnaed her face. Sha raised her eyes shyly, and half laughed, more to tenderness than mirth. What a frail barrier it was between them, after alL CHAPTEB XLV. Christmas came and went. To Jane the festivities seemed the dreariest that had ever been. They had several invita tions for, whatever people might say or think, they could not be less than civil to them, seeing that both Mrs. Dene and Miss Knollys retained their friendship but these had been declined on the plea of Mr. Knox's illness. But the Quarter master was more like himself since hi bad spoken with the ColoneL And, during these dismal days at Christmas, Jane had fulfilled her promise. She asked her mother to tell the whole story of the intercepted letters, or rather, all of it that was connected with Stepher Prinsep. "He was not to blame at all I" declared Mrs. Knox, stoutly. "Yet he knew that Jacob Lynn had not really given me up." "Not until about two days before that fixed for your wedding. I had heard the detachment waa to march in, and, afraid that they might arrive too soon, I con fessed to him what I had done!" "And he let the deceit continue." "That he did so was my fault. His first impulse was to go to you and tell yoa all; nt I Implored him not to betray me and spoil your happiness aa well aa his own. I don't think that even then he would have consented to remain silent for he knew how obstinate 70a were, and that you would never listen to reason only that you yourself came and called him. You looked so pretty and loving, Jenny, as yoa stood outside the window, I did not wonder ho could not give yoa np." Jane did not answer. She was won dering whether It was not her own ob stinacy, at first, which sha had hitherto dignified by tha nama of firmness, that had really been to blame for all that had subsequently occurred. Ah, well, if It were so, aha waa snfldeatly ponlahedl There would be bo mora efforts to try to make her change her mind. Her firm ness was no longer deubtsd. Oa this she could congratulate herself! bat, oh, what a barren honor It wmal Bo the days dragged aa those laat days which are moat dlflWwrlt ta Its thausujn. when, ail arisngsjssats JkKTta the hands af least. If not the mind," It only remains to wait patiently tha mo ment of departure. Only four days remained when Stephen Prinsep rode np to the Quartermaster's bungalow, and meeting Mrs. Knox, waa allowed to go in alone to find Jane. He opened the door quietly, and stood upon the threshold. There she was, leaning against the window-frame, her face pressed against the glass, aa she looked along the road. Waa aha looking for him? He had taken another oad, so It happened that she did not see him coma. The light shining through tha window showed clearly the slender outline of her drooping figure, and made her dark-blue J serge assume a richer hue for tha time. I Her hair gleamed like gold to the strong light, but it seemed as though nothing could give brightness to the sweet; pale face, the tired eyes, so languidly upraised. Nothing? That remained to be seen. He came forward quietly, so quietly that, still aa everything waa to tha room, she never heard his footsteps. Ha had risked his all on this chance of taking her by surprise would he fail? Hope, doubt, and despair chased each other through his brain aa ha stood with arms stretched forward. "Jenny! My lover She turned and saw him. A quick gleam came into the hazel eyes, a warm flash made more beautiful the lovely, sor rowful face. She forgot everything save that he loved her, and was here, aa with a glad low cry she threw herself weeping into his arms. When, the first happy oblivion over, she tried to draw herself away again, sha found it waa too late. He held her fast. "Do you think I shall ever let you es cape me again?" he asked, with a trium phant, tender smile. "I thought you were not even coming to say 'good-by,' " she sobbed, tearfully, aa though to excuse, or at least account for her emotion. "Nor have I. Please heaven, I shall aot say 'good-by to you again, my dar ling." She shook her head, yet could not re strain a happy smile at his masterful manner. "We start for England on Friday" disengaging herself from his embrace. "An unlucky day. Marry me to-morrow instead!" he suggested, audaciously. "Have you forgotten?" she asked, re proachfully. "How could I marry you, when I should only bring disgrace?" "And happiness complete, and pride unspeakable in the loveliest wife man ever had! Wonld all that count for noth ing r The aweet flattery soothed her momen tary indignation. There was no shadow on her face as she looked up to ask him shyly: "And you have loved meall the time?" The answer was so evidently satisfac tory that his offense was condoned, and he was allowed to unfold his plans and subject them to her approval. Jane could only smile her thanks, het feelings were too deep for words; yet the lovely humid eyes told their own tale of gratitude and love. They could never misunderstand each other again. Presently Stephen Prinsep raised het two white hands and looked at them crit ically. ' "You have the loveliest hands to the world. Jenny, and they certainly need no adornment; but why is it you never wear a ring? That silver one " VI lost the best part of that!" was the quick eply. I wonder 11 Dy any cnance 1 rouna it r It war growing dark, but even through the gloonr the golden hoop ahone brightly as he drew it from his pocket. She recognized it at once, and blushing beautifully, atretcbed out her hand to take it. But he held it high above her head. "Not yet, my love not yet! It shall be yours again very soon, never fear; but not now not to-day to-morrow!" (The end.) A MOUNTAIN COURTSHIP. Sudden and Successful Wooing; De scribed by an Eye-Vltaess. "I waa to what's known as the 'flag pond' district of Unicoi County, Ten nessee," said a traveling man to a Washington Star writer, "when a young man rode up to front of the cabin where I waa stopping and spoke to a girl who was dipping water from spring. " 'Howdy, Sal.' " 'Howdy, Tom.' " 'Come Jump on tha boss an' go to Erwln with me. " "What fnrr " Ter git married.' " 'But yo' hain't done co'ted me ylt' " i know I hain't bnt I've done been too pestered with work. I alios Intended ter marry yer, though.' "'But I hain't got no do's,' remon strated the girl. " 'Well, we'll jess ride on yon aide of Erwln to Sister Mag's In the core, an' I'll git yer a drees.' " 'Sho'Iy, Tom?" " 'Sho'Iy, SaL' " "What kin of a dress? " 'Best tbar Is In Lowe's a to'.' "Not another word was saMk Sal dropped the bucket and Jumped on the horse, shouting to her mother: " 'Mam, me an' Tom Is going ter git married at Erwln. We'll be by here la the mornlnV "The mother started aa If to call her jack, but the horse was galloping cown the lane, and she went and carried la the bucket of water without comment. No More Knoute. Punishment by the knout la to be done away with in Russia. There is bnt oue way for the sonl to a-cvue from the ills of lire; it v to es cape from its pleasnrea and to seek enjoyment higher op. As the confusion of topgues was a mark of separation, so the being of one language is a mark of onion. It Is not enough not to doubt the power of tbe Lord. It is also necos wry not to doubt yoor own. Since I cannot govern my tongue, tboogh within mv own teeth, how can 1 hope to govern the tongues of others? Men of earnest thought and qniet contemplation nercise a wonderful influence over men of action. Oue may live as conqueror, a king or a magistrate, but he mnat die as a man. Goodness doe not more certainly irake men happy than happiness makt a them good. ' Who makes qaick ape of the moment is a genius of p'odenee. The most wholesome laws wonld be poison if enforced at all timas and in all person?, to the ntmost ex Iremity Liberality does not consist so much in giving a great deal as in giving seasonably. The Manitoba authorities decline to enact a dual system of education. HONEST JOHN DILLON.' Ihe New Leader or the Irish Parllar meotarv Party. Jaliu Dillon, who has just been elect t J chairman of the Irish parliamentary party, is not only an able parliamenta rian and politician, but a qualified phy sician and surgeon. His father was John Blake Dillon, of Dublin, a fam ous barrister. Mr. Dillon Inherited his rare power of oratory from bia father, who was likewise a patriotic M. P.. Bitting for Tlpperary In 18U5-6U. Mr. Dillon's mother was Adelaide Hart. He was born in 1851, and waa gradUr ated from the Catholic University of Dublin. He Is also a licentiate of tbe Royal College of Surgeons, of Ireland, lie was first sent to parliament In 1880, when he sat for Tlpperary. In 1885 he was elected from East Mayo. He was re-elected to 1802. He has a good face. An anecdote relates how a noted art ist painted that face In a West End London church panel as the counte nance of St. John, where It is admired to-day for Its serene beauty. Mr. Dil lon Is a great lover of books. His home In North Great George's street. Dublin, has a library rich In rare Hlber- clana and. Indeed, in many valuable and Interesting old volumes picked up by their owner through many years of patient search. The neighborhood In which he lives was a favorite one with the members of tbe Irish parliament It would be hard to imagine a man of Mr. Dillon's Imaginative nature living In any but an ancient house with his torical asaocia'ions. At his best Mr. Dillon is as fine a speaker aa any man In his party. But he lacks constancy. lie has neither the steadiness of Healy nor the readiness of Sexton. His sen tences are sometimes broken and dls loiuted. But If his feelings are strong ly moved there Is a simple strength ll.out what be says that taken with his im nner, makes him second to Bona In impreHsiveness. He baa long? been af- rectiouately known aa Honest Johf Uillon. KING OF ALL SLEDS. Pear Jersey City Boys Own and Operata It. Tour Jersey City lads possess tha most wonderfful bob sled In the world It is eVbteen feet long and four feet wide, and is carpeted from er4 to end Two Iron bars of thick gas pipe and oicrjy gilded, are arranged along Ma ildifS, and act as guard rails. Seven seats, each seat holding two people, make coasting possible for fourteen persons at one time. Four poles, made of tbe same material aa tbe guard rails, are fixed along the sides of tha sled. THE BIO BOBSLED tnd on each pole hangs a lantern. These lanterns are more for effect than tny practical purpose. In front of the sled a large bull's eye lantern Is arranged, ao that the boy who guides tha aled has plenty of light to see where ha ' going. This boy sits In front of the sled just back f the lantern, and ha guides the sled with an iron wheel, which la fastened to the forward sled, jl gong under neath the sled la kept ringing all the way down tbe bQl by a boy who stands at tbe back of the snow carriage. It la this boy's doty to see that the aled jets tbe posh that sends h gliding down tbe hill at a terrific pace. Tha boys Intend to make money with their novel iled, as well as bar plenty of fun with it They charge 2 cents for a ride aa far as tha aled will carry its oassengera. An Anaertoasi lnventiosv. Tbe art of making pressed glass la aa liuerlcan Invention, and has been wrought to such perfection that cups, jowls, and other articles of pressed riass closely Imitate tha costly cut lass. The process la very simple, A measured quantity of melted glass be ing placed In the bottom of the mould, lown comes a plunger which forces he vitreous fluid Into all -parts of the mould. When cold, the "cast" thus ob tained Is taken out of tbe mould. Tbe latter, of course, may be of any shape Jesired and of as elaborate a pattern. 31ass pitchers, handle and all In one iece, are now being produced In moulds by pressure. The upper part Having been formed in tha mould, the I lower part of the pitcher Is distended to the requisite globular shape by forc ing compressed air downward through j the neck. What Is called sand paper 'a In reality glass paper. The glass bjmI In It. miniifapliira la rAniA a (powder and sifted through sheets of , gauze on strong paper covered with a thin, even coat of hot glue, and the pa per Is ready for market One of tbe most remarkable Inventions in glass, by tha way, waa that of a Venetian, named Jequln, In 10S6L He noticed that the scales of a fish, called tha bleak, gave a milky hoe to water, and that glass beads dlped Into sack water looked Ilka pearls wheat dried, obssquant' the Idea was conceived of making BaS low beads of glass and lining them with the peculiar substance from the scales of the fish, and it la In this way that the so-called Roman pearls art now manufactured The most merit ous Inventions do not always obtaia adoption. For example, several gootf processes for making gloss bottles b. machine have been patented But thej are not used to any great extent be cause the trade of the bottle-makerf Is conservative, aad the workmen's unions are against the Introduction of machinery. A COMING MAN. aha K. Owes, the New President of the Batlnsore and Ohio. John K. Cowen. member of Congress from the Fourth Maryland district wh was recently elected to the presidency of the Baltimore and Ohio Railroad haa been prominent in tha polities ol his State for many years. Ha is said to be In close contact with President Cleveland, and It hi argued that In view of this fact and the political enmity existing between Mr. Cowen and Sena tor Gorman, Mr. Cowen'a selection si president of the Baltimore and Ohia has no little political significance. Mr. Cowen was born in Ohio abooi 9 years ago. He waa graduated from Princeton College, at which institution he formed an Intimate acquaintance, with Robert Garrett which la responsi ble for Mr. Coven's present Influential position. The Intimacy waa continued after the young men left college, and at the suggestion of his father, John W. Garrett then at the head of the Bal timore and Ohio road, Mr. Garrett In duced Mr. Cowen to settle In Balti more and enter the service of the road In the legal department Mr. Cowen did so and was rapidly advanced, be coming general counsel in 1872. He re mained In that capacity until his eleo tlon as president of the road recently. Baslly Satisfied. A manufacturer of tombstones In a lourishlng provincial town one day re ceived a call from a customer who wished to buy a stone for his mother's grave. After looking anxiously about for soma time and making numerous remarks as to his mother's taste lie finally fixed his gaze upon a stone which the stone-cutter had prepared for another person. "I like this one," be said, decidedly; "I'll take this." "But that belongs to another man," remonstrated the stonecutter, "and it has the name 'Francis' cut on it, you see; that wouldn't do for your mother." "Oh, yes. It would," responded the fountryman. "Mother couldn't read; and besides," he added, as he saw the stonecutter's expression, "she'd like it all tbe better If she could read, for Francis was always a favorite name of hers, anyhow." The story Is suggestive of one told of a London tradesman suddenly grown rich, who, having set up his carriage In great state, went to a harnessmaker to have a silver letter put on the blind era of bis horses. "What Is the Initial?" asked the har nessmaker. "The what?" said the rich manlook ing blank. "What letter shall I put on?" Inquired the harnessmaker, auppresslng hit amusement "Well, I hadn't quite made np my mind," answered the customer, "but I guess W is about as handsome a letter aa any. Isn't It?" Electricity on Japanese War Vessels. The firing of great guns and the ex plosion of shells appear to have tht effect of disarranging some of the elec trical devices on warships. The Japa nese legation in Paris has forwarded to the French government a report re lating to tbe recent naval combats, In which It Is stated, with regard ta the electric Installations on board thi Mikado's warships, that the Interrup tions of current which took place were not caused, aa has been said, by the recoil of the guns, but by the bursting of Chinese sheila. The working of tha ordinance maneuvered by electricity was not Interfered with. Tbe electric Wires used tor Igniting charges were, however, broken by tbe vibration so np by tbe firing of the heavy guns. Victoria's Newspaper Clippings. 811k ribbons are used In the court of Victoria to bold newspaper clippings designed for the royal perusal. She never sees the papers In their original state. They are carefully perused ly an official, who cuts out what he thinks will please her. pins the clippings on the ribbons, and lays them on her table Where Tea Is Not Popular. If you call for tea at a restaurant In Caracas, the proprietor will send to the nearest drug store for tt, and express a regret that yoa are ill. The native Venezuelan regards tea as a most un pleasant beverage, and to be used only medicinally. It Is not kept in any of the hotels, and when H Is especially ordered the quality Is simply abomina blefor all the world like a dose 0 senna- "Ton can't tell whether a man Is a Aachelor or a father of a family simply by his looks." "Certainly not; but there hi one Infallible method of find ing out" "What may that be r "Give him a young baby to hold" New York Recorder. "Whafa that long piece of writing, papa? Is It poetry? (Hastily replacing It la bis empty pocket book) Y-yes, dear; it la an owed to your mother'f snllHasr " Chlrajs Tribunav JOBS K. COWK2C. B. If TDLPL The Eminent Divine's Sunday Sermon Subject: ' Tbe I'rodtgsi's Return." Tarn "I will arise aad go to my htther." -Luke xv., 18. j There Is nothing like hanger to take the ' Jnergy out at a man. A hungry maa ean toll neither with pen nor hand aor foot. There ha been many aa army defeated not so muoh for lack ot ammnnitloa aa for Uvsk of bread. It was that fact that took the fire out of this yoang man of the text, Stona and exposure will wear out any nun's life la time, but hanger makes qulok work. Tha most awful cry ever heard oa earth Is the , cry for bread. A traveler tells as that la Ada Minor there are trees whioh bear trull looking very moeh like the long beaa of oat time. It Is omlled the eexob. Ones la awhile the people, reduoed to destitutloa, would eat tnese earohs, but generally tae beans SDOkea ot here In the text- thrown only to the swine, and they erunehed them with great avidity. Bat this young man ot my text could not even get them without Mealing them. Bo one day, amid t ho swine trouithf, he begins to soliloquize He says: "These are no clothes for a rioB man's son to wear. This Is no kind of busi ness for a Jew to be engaged to, feedlnaj swine. I'll go home. I'll go home. I will arise aa l go to my father." I know there are a great many people who try to throw a fascination, a romanoe, a halo, about sin: but, notwithstanding all that Lord Byron and George Sand have said la regard to It, it is a mean, low, contemptible business, aud putting food and fodder into the troughs ot a herd of iniquities that root and wallow in the soul of man la a very poof busiuess for men and women intended to ba sons and daughters ot the Lord Almighty, ani wiiea this young man resolved to go home It was a very wL-w thing for him to do, and the only question is whether we will fol low him. tiatan promises large wages if wa will serve him, but he clothes bis victim! with rags, aud he pinchs them with hunger, aad when they start out to do better he sett after them all the bloodhounds ot belt Satan comes to us to- lay, and he promises all lux uries ami emoluments if we will only serva hi n. Liar, down with theelo the pit! "Tha wages of sin is death." Oh, the young mas of the text was wise when he utterrd the lea olutiou, "I will arise and go to my fat her I In the time of Mary, the persecutor, a perse-i-utorcume to a Christina woman who had hidiien in her house for the Lord's sake on of Christ's servants, and the persecutor said, "Where is thnt heretic?" Tbe Christian wo man suiil, "You open that trunk, and yoi will see the heretic' The persecutor opened the trunk, and on the top ot tbe linen of th trunk he sa a glass. Me said, "There is n heretio here." "Ah 1" she said. "You look in the glass, and vou will see the heretic" As I take up I he mirror of Ood's word to day I would tliut instead of seeing the prod bral of the text we might see ourselves oui want, our wandering, our sin, our lost con dition, so that we might be as wise as thit young man was and say, "I will arise and go to my father." The resolution ot thli text was formed in a disgust at his present olruumstances. If this young man ha 1 bees by his employer set to culturing flowers, 01 training vinns over u arbor, or keeping an account of the pork market, or overseeini, othor laborers, he would not have thought oi going home if he had had his pockets full of money; if he had been able to say: "I hav I; 1000 now of my own. What's the use ol tny going bank to my father's house? Dt you think I'm going D ick to apologize to tha old man? Wbv. he would nut me on tha limits. He would not have going on around the old place such conduct as I have been engaged in. I won't go home. There is no reason why I should go home. I have plentj ft money, plenty of pleasant surroundings. Why should 1 go home?" Ah, it was hit pauperism, It was his beggary! He had to fin hume. Some man comes and says to mei " Why d you talk about the ruined state ol the human soul? Why don't you speak about the progress of the nineteenth ounttiry nn I talk of something more exhilarating?" It is for this rea oi.l A man never wants the gospel un til k realises he is in a famine struck State, Suppose I shouid come to you in your home, aiiti you are In good, sound, robust health, an 1 1 should begin to talk about medicines, nud about bow much better this medicine M than that, and some other medicine thatt some other medicine, and talk Stoat thlj physicicn and that physician. After awhtK you would get tired, and yoa Would .-ay "I don't want to hear about medicines. hy o you talk to me of physicians I nevei have a doctor." But suppose I eome late your house, ami I And you severely viek aad 1 kuow the medicines that will cure you, and I kuow the physician who is skillful enough to meet your case. You say: "Bring on all that medicine; bring on that physician. 1 am terrirly nick and I want help.4 If 1 come to you, and you feel you are all right in body, and alt light in mind, and all right in soul, you have need of nothing, but sup pose I nave persuaded you that the leprosy of sin is upon you, the worst of all sickness. Oh, then yon say. "Bring me that balm ol the gospel; bring me that divine medio meot; bring me Jesus Christ." "But," says some one in the audience, ''how do you know that we are In a ruined condition by sin?" Well, 1 ean prove It in two ways, and you may have your choice. 1 can prove it either by tbe statements of men or by the statement of God. Which shall Jt be? You sav, "Let us have the statement ot God." Well, He says in one place, "The heart is deceitful above all things and desper ately wicke I." He says hi another place, "What is man that he should be clean, and he which is bom of woman that he should be righteous?" He says la another place, "There is none that doeth good no, not one." He says In another place, "As by one man sin entered Into the world, and death by sin, and so death passed upon all men, fcr that all had sinned." "Well," you say, ' I am willing to acknowledge that, but why should I take the particular rescue that you propose?" This is the reason: "Ex cept a man be bora again he cannot see the kingdom of God." This Is the reason: ''There is one name given under heaven among men whereby they may be saved." 1 ben there are a thousand voices here ready to say: "Well. I am ready to accept this help of tbe gospel. I would like to have this divine cure. How shall I go to work?" Let me s.iy that a mtre whim, an undefined longing, amounts to nothing. You must have a stout, a tremendous resolution like this young man of the text when he said, "I will arise an I go to my father." "Oh," says some man, "how do I know my father wants me? How do I know It I go baok I would be received?" "Oh," says some man, "you don't know where I have been. You don't know how iar I have wandered. You wouldn't talk that way to me if you knew all the iniquities I have committed. What is that flutter among the angels ot God? What is that horseman running with quiok dispatch? it is newsl It is news! Christ haa found the lost. Hot angels can their joy contain, But kindle with new fire. The sinner lost isjound, they sing. And strike the sounding lyre When Napoleon talked of going into Italy, they said: "You can't get there. If yoa knew what the Alps were, you wouldn't talk about it or think about It. You can't get your ammunition wagons over the Alps." Then Napoleon lose in fats stirrups, and. waving his hand toward the mountains, he w.id: "There shall be no Alps!" That won 1 erful pass was laid out which has been the woudeiment of nil the years since the won derment of nil engiuee s. And you tell me there are such mountains of sin between vour soul and God there Is no mercy. Then 1 i-ee Cnrut waving HU hand toward the mountains. 1 near Him say, "I will come overthe mountains of thy sin and the bills of thine Iniquity." There shall be no Pyre-ue-s; there shall be no Alps. Again, I notice that this resolution of the oung man of my text was founded la som ow at his misbehavior. It was not mere yBical plight. It was grief that he had sd salt reated his father. It Is a sad thing aftes; , father has done everything lor a child to tave that ebild ungrateful. How sharper than a serpent's tooth It la To have a thrnkless child. That Is Shakespeare. "A foolish son is th naviness ot tus mother.'L Qst hUhs Bote, ell, my friends, have not soma of us been iruel prodigals? Have we not maltreated out father? And such a Father! Three time a lay has He fed thee. He has poured sunlight nto thy day, and at night kindled up all tha treat lamps of heaven.' With what varletiea -f apparel He hath clothed thee for the sea- t una. Whose eye watches thee? Whose hand lefends thee? whose heart sympathizes with bee? Who gave you your children? Who la ruarding your loved ones departed? Buoh a father! So loving, so kind. If He bad been t stranger, if He had forsaken us, if He had lagellated us, If He had pounded us and turned us out ot doors on the common. It would not have been so wonderful out ' treatment of Him but He is a Father, so : oving, so kind, and yet how many of us lot I nt wanderings nave never apoiogisea: u re say anything that hurts our friend's feel ngs, if we do anything that harts the feei ngsof those in whom we are Interested, tew quickly we apologise! We ean scaroel) rait until we get pea and paper to write s etter ot apology. How antsy ta it tor any ona vho is Intelligent, right hearted, to write aa tpology or make aa apology! We apologist or wrongs done to our fellows, but some ol ts perhaps have committed tea thousand lutes tea thousand wrongs against God aad ever apologised. I remark still further that this rasolutloa f tbe text was founded In a feeling of home ekneas. I do not know how long this roung man, now many months, now many rears, he ha 1 been away from his father's louse, but there is something about tha leading of my text that makes me think hs ras homesick. Some of you know what bat feeling la. Far away from home some Imes, surrounded by everything bright aad leasant plenty of friends yoa have said, I would give the world to be home to I'ght." Well, this young man was home dnk for his father's house. I have no doobt when he thought of bis father's house he mid, "Now perhaps father may not ba ivlng." We read nothing In this story mis parable founded oa everyday life; wa mad nothing about tbe mother. It sayt lothlng about going home to her. I think the was dead. I think she had died ot a roken heart at bis wanderings, or perbapt te had gone Into dissipation from the fact that he could not remember a loving and rympathetie mother. A man nevw gees o vet avlng lost his mother. Nothing said about er, but he la homesick for his father'l touse. He thought he would just like to go tnd walk around the old place. He thought ke would just like to go and see if thing! were as they used to be. Many a man a ft el saving been off a loug while has gone home tnd knocked at the door, and a stranger bai ome. It Is the old homestead, but a strangei tomes to the door. He finds out father ii rone, and mother Is gone, and brothers and listers are all gone. I think this young man f the text said to himself. "Perhaps fathei nay be dead." Still, he starts to find out 9e is homesick. Are there any here to-daj lomesick for God. homesick for heaven? A sailor, after having been long oa thi lea, returned to h s father's house, and hit Bother tried to persuade him not te go awa igain. She said; "Now, you aad btttet May at home. Don't go away. We donl rant you to go. You will have It a great leal better here." But it made him angry fhe night before be went away again te set le beard his mother praying la the aes) room, and that made him more angry. Hi R-ent far out on the sea, and a storm cami lp, and be was ordered to very perilous dc ty, ind he ran up the rat-lines, and amid th ib.rou.ls of the ship he heard the voice that is had heard In the next room. He tried tc whistlx it off. he tried to rally bis courage, jut he could not silence the voice he bad aeard in the next room, and there in th( (tonn and darkness he said: "O Lord, what 1 wrutcn 1 have Deem wnat a wretch 1 am Help me just now. Lord God." And :hought in this assemblage to-day then nay be some who may have the memory oft 'ather's petition or a mother's prayer press jig migh:iiy upon the soul, anil that this lour they may make tha same resolution I lnd in mv text, saying, "I will arise and go u my latner. A lad at Liverpool went out to bathe; went lut tulo the sea, went out too far, got be rond his depth, nnd he floated faraway. A ihip bound for Dublin came along and took lim en baard. Sailors are generally vera (enerous fellows, and one gave him a cap, ind another gave him a jacket, and anotbei ;ava him shoes. A gentleman passing along in the beach at Liverpool found the lad'i ilolhns and took tbem home, and the fathei Vas heartbroken, the mother was heart iroken, at the loss of their ohild. They had leard nothing from him day after day. and hey ordered the usual mourning for the sad vent. But the lad took ship from Dublia tnd arrived lu Liverpool the very day tha nourning arrived. He knocked at thedoor. rhe father was overjoyed and the mothei was overjoyed at the return of their lost son. h, my friends, have you waded out too leepr Have you waded down Into sin? Hava rou waded from tbe shore? Will you tome back? When you eome back, will you tome in the rags of your sin, or will you tomt robeJ in tbe Saviour's righteousness? 1 believe the latter. Go home to your God -day. He is waiting for you. Go home! But 1 remark tbe characteristic of this rea- lution was. It was Immediately pat into ca seation. The context says, "lie arose and me to his father." The trouble In nine tundred and ninety-nine times out of a thou land Is that our resolutions amount to not ti ng because we make them for some distant time. If 1 resolve to become a Christian next tear, that amounts to nothing at all. If I re live at the service this day to become a hristian. that amounts to nothing at all. II I resolve after I go home to-day to yield my eart to God, that amounts to nothing at alt the only kind ot resolution that amounts to Anything Is the resolution that is immediate 7 put into execution. mere is a man woo naa tne typnoia lever. le said: "Oh. if I could get over this -terri-ile distress. If this fever should deoart. if I tould be restored to health, I would all the test of my life serve God." The fever de puted, lie got well enougn to walk around he block. He got well enough to go over o business. He ts well to-day as well as ha Iver was. Where Is tbe broken vow? There Is a man who said long ago, "If I could live o the year isatt. Dy that time 1 wlU have my lusiness matters all arranged, and I will tave time to attend to religion, and I will be good, thorough, consecrated Christian." rhe year 1898 has eome. January, Fobru try, March, April a third of the year gone, ft'here Is your broken vow? "Oh," saya tome man, "1 11 attend to that when I ret my character fixed up, when I can ret over my evil habits. I am now giv ra to strong drink."-. Or, says the man. "1 im given to unoleaaUness." Or, says tha nan, "I am given to dishonesty. When I ret over my present habits, then I'll be s thorough Christian." My brother, you will ret worse and worse until Christ takes you ji band. "Not tbe righteous, sinners Jesus :ame to call." Oh, but you say, "I agree with you in all that, but I must pat it off a little longer." Do you know there were many who came last as near as you are to the kingdom of God and never entered It? I was at Eastt-.mp on, and I went into the cemetery to look around, and in that ceme tery there are twelve graves side Dy side iie graves of sailors. This crew, some years r,ro, in a ship went into the breakers nt lina'unsett, aoout three miles away. My irother, then preaching at E:tsthampton. bad jeen at the burial. These men of the crew rame very near being saved. The people 'roin Amagansett saw the vessel and they hot rockets and I hey sent ropes from the bore, and these poor fellows got into the Kmt and they pulled mightily for the shore, mt iu-t before they got to th-shore the rope mapped and Ihe boat capsized, and they ff-re lot. their bodies afterward washed up- n tt)ei,ea;b. Oh.wbat a solemn day it was iiHVd 0. en to.d of it by my brother when man lav at the foot of the pni- slt, and be read over tnem too Hoe. They came very near shore within thnntfn? distance of the shore yet did not urlve on solid land. There are some men who eome almost to the shore ol God s mercy, k n nnitA nnt aulte. To be almost saved a to be lost. , v win tail ,m nt two nrodlgals the 01 iat trot bank and the other that did not get back. In Richmond there is a very pros par tus and beautiful home In many respems. & roung man wandered off from that home. He wandered very iar into bid. ii St him after, but he was always on the wrong traok. He would not go home. At Ihe door of that beautiful home one night here was a great outory. The young man M the house ran down to open the door to Kee what was the matter. It was midnight the rest of the family were asleep. There were the wife and children of this prodigal roans? maa. The faet was he had eome home UlvvTthat oet. Hessi4i"Outof tola louse? Away with" these children! I will lash their brains out! Out into tne storm'." The mother gathered them up and fie 1. Tha text morning the brother, the young man Who had staid at borne, went out to llnd this prodigal brother and son, and he came to a-here he was and saw the young man wan lertng up and down In front of tbe plnos here he had been staying, and the young Dan who had kept his integrity (aid to the dder brother: "Here, what does all this lean? What is the matter with you? Why lo you aot In this- way?" The i.ro.ll -al Mked at him and said: "Who am 1 Who lo you take me to be?" He said, "You are ny brother." "No. I am nnt. I am a brute lave you seen anything of my wife and chl! Iran? Are they dead? I drove them out last tight In the storm. I am a brute. John, do fou think there Is any help for me? Do you mink I will ever get over this life of dissipa tion?" He said, "John, there is one thing that will stop this." The prodigal ran his linger across his throat and said: 'That will nop It, and I will atop It before night. Oh, my brain! I ean stand It no longer." That prodigal never got home. But I will tell you of a prodigal that did get home. In Eng land two young men started from their lather's house and went down to Portsmouth I have been there a beautiful oeaporU Borne of yoa have been there. Tho fathet sould not pursue bis children for some rea on he could not leave home ind so he wrote a letter down to Mr. Griffin, sayingt "Mr. Griffin, I wish you would go and ne my two sons. They have arrived in Portsmouth, snd they are going to take ship and going away from home. I wish yon would persutde them back. Mr. Griffin went and tried to persuada them baok. He persuaded one to go. Hs went with very easy persuasion, because ha waa very homesick already. The other young man said: "I will not go, I hnve hnd enough of home. I'll never go home." "Well," said Mr. Griffin, "then If you won't go home, I'll get you a respectable position on a respectable ship." "No, you won't," said the prodigal. "No, you won't. I am going as a private pallor, as a common sailor; that will plague my father most, and What will do most to tantalize and worry htm will please me best." Years passed on, and Mr. Griffin was seated In his stuily ona day when a messenger came to him, saying there was a young man in irons on a ship at the dock a young man condemned to death who wished to see this clergyman. Mr. Griffin went down to the dock and went on Chipboard. The young man said to him, "You don't know me, do you?" "No," he jatd, "I don't know you.'' "Why, don't too remember that young man yon tried to inrsuade to go home ami he wouldn't go?" 'Oh. yes" said Mr. Griffin. "Are you that man? "Yes, I am that man," said the other. "1 would like to have you pray for me. I have committed murder, nnd I must die. But I don't want to go out ol the world un rti some one prays for me. You are ray father's friend, and I would like to have you pray for me." Mr. GrifHn went from ju lie ial authority to ('udk-ial authority to get that youug man's pardon. He slept not night nor day. Ha went from Influential person to influential person until in some way he got thnt young man's pardon. He came down on the dock, and as he arrived 011 the dock with the pardou the father came. He had heard Hint his son. under a disguised name, had tieen committing crime and was going to be put to death. So Mr. Griffin and thefallier went cn ship's deck, und at the very moment Mr. Griffin offered tie par.lon to tiio y.iung man the old father threw his arms around th ton's neck, and the son said: "Fath r, I have done very wrong, and I am very sorry. I wish 1 had never broken your heart. I am vory sorry!" "Oh," said the f it her, 'don't mention I. It won't make any differ ence now. It is all over. I forgive you, my son." And he kissed him and kisse l him and kissed him. To-day I offer you the par don of the gospel fu l pardon, free par-Ion. I do not care what your crime has been. Though yousay you have committed a crime against God, against your own soul, ngainst your follow man, against your faintly, against the day of judgment, iitrum-t the cross of Christ whatever your crime has been, here is pardon, full anion, mid the very moment you take that pardon your Heavenly Father throws His units round tbout you aud says: "My sou, I forgive you. It is all right You are as mueh in .My favor DOW as if you had never slonoJ." Oh, them Is Joy on earth and joy In hearou. Who wilj take tbe Father's embrace? FIGHT BETWEEN BUFFALOES. The National Zoological Park Lose th Oldest Bison In Its Herd. The National Zoologh-al Park, in the su burbs ot Washington, has lost oue of its val uatde herd of six buiTaloes, the animal hav lug been klllei in a desperate tltit with oue if its companions. The ''Zoo's" herd of buf falo ts one of tne tluest in the country, and great regret Is felt at the killing of oue of Ibera, as it wilt be bard to replace it. The buffalo that was killed was one of the largest ana oiaest in ine neru, anu ior a limn was Ihe tyrant and monarch ot nil the others at Ihe "Zoo." A year or two ago he had a very Sesperate fight with a younger bull, and linoe that time has been kept away from the rest ot tbe nerd and confined in a pen in which there was also a young bull, who ap parently was entirely peaoefuL Ou the day If the fight tbe old fellowamused himself by leasing the younger bull and poking at him ts they walked around the pen. The young tulldtd not like this and began to show fight. A dozen times tbe beasts rushed at each Mherand came together with shocks that It art led the other animals aud brought to the nclosure all the keepers, who endeavored to leparate them, but without success. Tbe lenoe around tne enclosure was completely rained, although the boards kept togethtr ufflclently to prevent tbe auiuiti s from es- iaplng. The buffaloes fought utiul both ol them were so nearly exhausted that tbey sould hardly si aud. 'iheu tun young one ras driven away and tbe old oue enticed in :o the buffalo house, where tbe surgeon in sbargeof tbe "Zoo" and his assistants labored save bis life. The last blow that he bad received from the young buffalo, however, lad done its work, and tie animal lived but t little time after the fight was over. The post mortem showed that be was frightfully rored and nearly ail the bones of bis body (roken. It is matter ot surprise to the sur- reons that be stood up and fought as long as te did. Tbe young buffalo was not seriously njured. Great Maw Tork'a Population. Dr. Roger S. Tracy, Register of Vital Itatistics. has made tbe following estimate f the population of the Greater New York, Irom the weekly reports of the Boards of Health of New York and Brooklyn, ami from Ihe Federal census of the population of Loug Island City, Newtown, Flushing, Jamaica, Klcmnond IXmuty and the put of llumi ttead that is annexed: Total population. l.ltfO.uaa; population 01 Mew lortc, l,lt.,iiyj, Brooklyn and Kings County, 1.106,000; Loug oiland City, 42,578; Newtown. 'Jt,j57; ilusti- u, -! ' V ..IUWI.B 1 VIH , 1 it II 111' 'U . U U 4. ly, 57,68; part ot llenistead, 8000. There is now aud then a roan wbo claims to te religious who will try t u eke a boy do a man b work. A docile disposition will, with appli cation, Burmojut every difficulty. A man's life.it an appendix to bis heart. livery bird has its decoy, ami every man is led and misled iu bit owu peeu -ar wy. The shortest way t arrive at elro should be to do that lor o.iusciouoj which we do for Rlory. His face was-of lit) doubtful kind that wins the eye aud not the aiiu.i. Every one has a fuir turn to Lj rent aa he i-leases. Man is a rimLaut and an agglomt ra- iiu of the past. At first success makes a name; altt-r-wards the name makes the Kiii-cesc. Knowledge of all avail the bum id kind lor all leyoud tbe grave are joys of mind. They pass bust over the world who trip over it quickly ; lot it is but a l-o if we stop w eiux. id Is A - ! D y b it 1 1 n 't! 11 ll fit-.;- -iaWyi. iaafatt
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