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D,. F. SOHWEIER,
THE OONQTITDTION-THE UNION AND THE ENFORCEMENT OF THE LAWS.
MIFFUNTOWN. JUNIATA COUNTY. PENN A.. WEDNESDAY. AUGUST 26. 18.
That night he did not go to bed at an,
but paced his room or sat buried iu bU
deep chair, wondering what the morrow
would bring forth and how he should best
meet the questions that would be put to
Smerdon waa cone again to Occlera
Chaae. ao be could take no counsel from
him; and. in a way. he waa almoat clad
that be had gone, for he knew
what that adrlce would be that ha
should pretend titter ignorance aa to the
reaaoni Condall might hare bad for mak
ing . him the inheritor of all bia rant
wealth, and on no account to acknowledge
the brotherhood between them.
But he told himself that, even had
Smerdon been there to give such advice,
it would not bare been acceptable; that
be would not have followed it.
Ue had wavered for many days now as
to what conrse he should take, had had
impulsea to apeak out and acknowledge
the secret of his and his brother'a life, had
been awayed by Smerdon'a arguments
nd by the letter be had received at the
hotel, but now there was to be no more
wavering; all waa to be told.
It waa about midday that, as he waa
seated in hia atudy writing a long letter
to Smerdon, explaining exactly what he
bad now taken the determination of do
ing, the footman entered with two cards
on which were the names of "Mr. For
dyce. Paper Buildings," " and "Mr; A.
They came In together; Mr. Fordyce in
troducing himself aa the solicitor of the
-late Mr. Cundall, and Mr. Stuart bowing
Then Lord Penlyn. motioned to them
both to be seated. '
"I received y6ur letter 'last nlght,"'be
aid to the secretary, "and, although I
may tell you at once that there were, per
haps, reasons why Mr.- Cundall should
have left me his property, I was still con
siderably astonished at hearing he had
"Reasons, my lord!" Mr. Fordyce said,
looking up from a bundle of papers which
be had taken from his pocket and was
beginning to untie. '"Reasons! What
reasons, may I aBk?"
"The reason," he answered, looking
straight at both of them, "is that he an J
I were brothers."
"Brothers!" they both exclaimed to
gether, while Stuart fixed hia eves npun
him with ao incredulous look, though in
It there was something else besides in
credulity, a look of suspicion and dislike."
"This is a strange story. Lord I'enlyu,"
the lawyer said after a moment.
"Yes," the other answered. "And you
will perhaps think it still more strange
when I tell you that I myself did not
know of it until a week ago."
Then he told them, very faithfully,
everything that had passed between him
and Walter Cundnl!, from, the night on
which he had come to' Black's Club, and
they had had their first interview in the
park, down to the letter thiit had been
written on the night of the murder.
Nor did he omit to tell them it was
only a month previous to Cundnll's dis
- closing himself, that he and Philip Smer
don bad made the strange discovery at
Le Vocq that his father, to all appenr
ssees, had had a previous wife, and had,
also, to all appearances, left an elder son
If there was anything he did not think
ft necessary to tell them it was the vlo
leace of his behavior to Cundall at the in
terview they bad had in that very room,
and the curse he had hurled after him
when he was gone,- and the wish that "he
. was dead."
That curse and that wish which had
been fulfilled so terribly soon after their
expression, bad weighed heavily on his
heart ever since the night of the murder;
, be could not repeat it now to these men.
"It is the strangest story I ever heard,"
Mr. Fordyce said. "The very strangest!
And, aa we have found no certificates of
either bis mother's marriage or his own
birth, we must conclude that he destroyed
them. But the letter that you have
shown us, which he wrote to you, is suffi
Clent proof of your relationship. Though,
tif course, as he has named you fully and
perfectly in the will there -would be no
seed of any proof'of your relationship."
"The man," Stuart said quietly, "who
murdered him, also stole his watch and
pocketbook, probably with the idea of
making it look like a common murdef for
robbery. The certificates were perhaps
in that pocketbook!''
"Do you not think it was a common
murder for robbery?" Lord Peniru asked
"No, I do not," Stuart answered, look
ing biin straight iu the face. "There was
reason for it."
"That, the murderer knows best."
It was impossible for Penlyn to dis
guise from himself the fact that thi
young man had formed the opinion in his
mind that he was the murderer.
His manner, his utter tone of contempt
when speaking -to him, were all enough
to ahow in what light he 'stood in Stuart'r
"I understand you' he said, quietly. "
Stuart took no notice of the remark,
but he turned to Mr. Fordyce and said:
"Did it not seem strange to you that Lord
Penlyn should have been made the heir,
when you drew the will?"
"I did not draw'lt." Mr. Fordyce aaid,
"or I should in all probability have niadj
some inquiries though, as a matter of
fact. It waa no business of mine to whom
he left his money. . As I see there is one
Spauish name aa a witness, it was prob
ably drawn by an English lawyer in
Honduras, and executed there."
"Since it appears that I am bis beir,"
Lord Penlyn said, "I should wish to see
the will. Have you it with you?"
"Yes," Mr. Fordyce said, producing the
will from his bundle of papers, and band
ing it to him, "it is here."
The young man took it from the law
yer, and spreading it out before him, read
The perusal did not take long, for it was
of the shortest possible description, sim
ply stating that the whole of everything
be possessed, was given anJ bequeathed
by him to "Gervase Courteney St. John
Occleve, Viscount Penlyn, in the Peerage
of Great Britnin, of Ocelevt? House, Lon
don, and 0?clevc Chase, Westshire."
With .t b exrwption that tho bequcsf
-was envelopsd In the usual phraseology
jaf lawyers, it might have been drawn up
by hia brother's own hand, ao clear and
edmple waa it
' And It waa perfectly regular, both In
the signature of the testator and tho wit
Tha two men watched him as he bent
ver tha will and read it, the lawyer look
ing at from nnder his thick, bushy
yebtowa, and Mr. Btuart with fixed
Z they so watched him they noticed that
bis eyes were filled with tears be could
He passed hia band across them once
to wipe the tears away,' but they came
again; and, when he folded up the docu
ment and gave it back to Mr. Fordyce,
they were welling over from hia eyelids.
"I saw him once after I knew be was
my brother." he said: "and I had very
little acquaintance with him before then;
but now that I have learnt how whole
souled and unselfish he was, and bow be
resigned everything that waa dear to him
for my sake, I cannot but lament his aad
life and dreadful end. You must forgive
"It does you honor, my lord," the law
yer aaid, speaking in a softer tone than
he had yet used; "and he well deserved
that you should mourn him. He had a
very noble nature."
"If you really feel his loss. If you fee!
It as much as I do, who owed much to
him," Stuart aaid. "you will Join me in
trying to track his murderer. That will
be the most sincere mourning you can
give him," and he, too, spoke now in a
less bitter tone.
"I promised yesterday the woman whom
we both loved that 1 would leave no atone
unturned to find that man; I need take no
fresh tows now. But what clew ia there
to show us who it waa that killed him?"
For a moment neither of the others
"Must everything be made public?"
"More or less," the lawyer answered.
"One cannot auppress a will dealing with
over two millions worth of property.
Even though you were willing to destroy
it and forfeit your Inheritance it could
not be done. If Mr. Stuart and I allow
ed such a thing aa tuat we should becouir
"Well, ao be It! the public must thlnSl
what they like of me at least until the
murderer is discovered." Then be asked
again: "But what clew is there to help u
to find him?"
"None that we know of, as yet," Stuart
"I suppose," Mr. Fordyce said, with a
speculative air, "those Spanish letters
will not furnish any, when translated."
"What Spanish letters?" Penlyn asked.
"If you have any, let me see them. 1
am acquainted with the language."
"Is Corot a man's or a woman's name?"
Mr. Fordyce asked, as he again untied hit
bundle of papers.
"Neither that I know of," Penlyn an
swered. "It is more likely, I should
think, to be a pet or nickname. Why do
you usk'f" S
"I found these three letters amongst
others in my desk," Stuart said, taking
them from Mr. Fordyce and banding them
to Lord Penlyn, "and I should not have
had my attention attracted to them more
than to any others out of the mass of
foreign correspondence there was, had it
not been for the marginal notes in Mr.
Cundall handwriting. Do you see
"Yes," he answered. "Yes. I see writ
ten on one, 'Sent C 500 dols.;' ou another,
'Sent 2,000 Lscudos,' and on the third
again, "Sent C 500 dols." "
"What do the letters say?" they both
"I will read them."
He did so carefully, and then he turned
around and said:
I "They are all from some man signing
himself Corot, and dating from Puerto
Cortes, who seems to think he had, or per
haps really bad, since money wss sent,
some claim upon him. In the first one be
says none haa been forthcoming in a long
while, and that, though he does not want
for himself, some woman, whom be calls
Juanna, is ill and requires luxuries. He
finishes his letters with, 'Your, ever de
votedly.' In the second he writes more
strongly, says that Juanna la dying, and
that, aa she has committed no fault, he
insists upon having money. After this
the largest sum was sent."
"And the third?" they both asked.
"The third la more important. It says
Joanna ia dead, th .t he is going to Eng
land on business, and that, aj be has
heard Cundall Is also about to set out for
that country, he will see him there, as be
cannot cross Honduras to do so. And he
finishes his letter by saying: 'Do not.
however, think that her death relieves
you from your liability to me. Justice
and the vile injuries done to us make it
imperative on you to provide fur me for
ever out of your evilly acquired wealth.
This justice I will have and you know
I am one who will nit hesitate to enforce
my rights. Remember bow I Served Jos
and beware.' "
"This la a faithful translation?" Stuart
"Take It to an interpreter, as yov
doubt me," Penlyn said.
"I do not doubt you. Lord Penlyn," the
other replied, "and I beg your pardon for
this and any other suspicions I may have
shown. Will you forgive me?" ;
"Ye?," Penlyii said, -and be held out
li s hand to the other, and Stuart took it.
"If this man ia in England," Mr. For
dyce said, "and we could only find him
out, and also discover what bis move
ments have been, we should perhaps
be very near the murderer."
"Every detective in London shall be set
to work to-night especially those who
understand foreigners and their babits.
to tind him if he is here. And if be is.
he will have to give a very full account of
himself before he finds himself free," Stu
A few days later the rewards offered
both by the Government and by "the
friends of the late Mr. Cundall," bad
been announced, and the magnitude of
them, especially of the latter, had caused
much excitement in the public mind, and
had tended to keep the general interest iu
the tragedy alive.
The detectives themselves, though tbey
were careful not to say so, had really
very little hope that they wonld ever sue
ceed !n tracing the assassin.
Meanwhile, Penlyn bad nerved himself
for another interview with Ida Rangh
:on, an interview in which he was to tell
her everything, and he went down to
Belmont to do-ao.
lie found her alone in her pretty draw
ing room. Sir Paul having gone to Wind
sor on some business matter, aad Miss
Norri being out for a walk.
She was still looking very pale, and
Aer lover noticed that a paper was lying
beside her ia which was a column head
ed, "The Murder of Mr. Cundall."
Had she been reading that, he wonder
ed, at the very time when he was on bis
way to tell her of the relationship that
had existed between him and that other
man who had loved her so dearly?
When he had kissed her, wondering aa
be did so if it waa the last kiss aha would
ever le(him prM ujon her lips aftax aba
Knew uf what he had kept back from her
at their hut interview, ahe said to him:
"And now tell me what you have done
towards finding Mr. Cundall's murderer?
What atepa have you taken, whom have
you employed to search for that man?"
"It is thought," he answered, "that
there is some man, now in England, who
may have done it. A man whose name ia
Corot, and who waa continually obtaining
money from him."
"How is this known?"
"By some letters that have been found
amongst Cundall's papers. Letters ask
ing for money, and, in one case, threaten
ing him if some waa not sent at once;
and with notes in his handwriting aaying
that different auma had been aent when
"Corot," aha aaid. repeating the name
to herself in a whisper, "Corot." Then,
after a pause, ahe aaid, "Not That man
is not the assassin."
"Not the assassin, Ida!" Penlyn aaid.
"Why do yon think be ia otr
"Because I have never known him, be
cause the form of the man who slew
him in my dream was familiar to me, and
this man'a form cannot be so."
"My darling," be said, "you place too
much Importance on this dream. Re
member what fantasies of the brain they
are, and bow few of them have ever any
bearing on the actual events of life."
"This waa no fantasy," ahe answered,
"no fantasy. When the murderer is dis
covered If he ever is it will be seen that
I have known him. I am aa sure of it aa
that I am aitting here. But who waa be?
Who was he? I have gone over and
over again every man whom I have ever
known, and yet I cannot bring . to my
mind which of ail those men it is that that
shrouded figure resembles." She paused
again, and then ahe aaked: "Has it been
discovered yet whether he had any rela
"Yes. Ida," be said, rising from hia
seat and atandlng before her, while he
knew that the time had come now when
everything muat be told. "Yes, be bad
"Who was he7' she asked, aprlnging to
her feet,' while a atrange luster shone in
her eyes. "Who waa be? Tell me that."
"Oh, Ida," he said, "there is so much to
tell! Will you hear me patiently while I
tell you all?"
"Tell me everything," ahe replied. "I
Then he told her. standing there face
face wjtn ner
Aa he Droceeded with his story, be
could give no guess as to what effect It
was having upon her, for ahe made no
sign, but, from the seat into which ahe
had sunk, gased fixedly into his face.
Once ahe shuddered slightly, and drew
her dress nearer to her when he confess
ed that be bad refused to part from him
In peace; and, when she had read the let
ter that he had written on the night of
hia death, she wept silently for a few
(To be continued.)
A Bed In the Tyrol.
"Could I have a bed?" and when I
asked the question the ho3"H stared
at rue. I could sit by the Are. she Mid,
or perbapa fie down on a kind of settle
covered with harsh American cloth,
and not overclean, which elte pointed
out in the shades of the further end.
"Have you no guest chamber?" I
After much consideration nn-1 a word
with her husband, she lighted a cau
dle and led me carefully through an
ante-room, piled up with thrasbed-out
maize stalks, to a door, which she un
locked,' and ao Into a room where the
heavy ears of Indian corn were laid In
rows along the floor, while onions and
apples were heaped In the corners, and
bunchea of small red and yellow toma
toes hung from the rafters.
There was a bedstead behind the
door, and a chair, only one, stood by
Its side. ' The bed had not been used for
years, she confessed not since the
opening of the railway. But she had
sneets dean sheets at my service,
adding, doubtfully, that perhaps. If she
put a pan of hot coals between tho
feather-bed and the mattress it .mljfht
not be so very damp after all by the
time I had eaten my supper. Coffee?
No, that waa Impossible, but a glass
of real red Tyroler wine waa at my
command, aa well aa a, share of the
smoking dish of polenta., which stood
on the table of the common room, flank
ed by a large loaf of black bread.
A Remarkable Theft.
A Pa;lsian thief entered a cab with
out baggage, and directed the driver to
convey him to an address some two
miles distant. On the way hither he
requested the driver to halt at the shop
of a certain dealer In second-hand
goods. The passenger entered the shop,
bearing In but arms a Urge paper-covered
parcel. He had ripped open the
cushions, stolen the horse hair, and
waa ready to sell it. The cabby, how
ever, followed him lut the ahop and
caused his arrest. London Times.
When the common earth worm" Ik cut
In two to the tail there grows a head
and to the head there grows a tail,
and two animals are formed. As the
wound heals a amall white button is
formed, which afterward develops in
to rings and a perfect extremity. -
The camel's foot Is a soft cushion,
peculiarly well adapted to the stones
and gravel over which It is constantly
walking. During a single Journey
through the Sahara horses have worn
out three seta of shoes, while the
camel's feet are not even sore.
A man feels drowsy after a hearty
dinner, because a large part it the
blood in the system goes to the atom
ach to aid in digestion, and leaves the
brain poorly supplied.
In 1790 were made the first brooms
in this country from broom corn grown
on American soil. The brooms were
made in Philadelphia, and the event
was spoken of at the time as an illnstra -io
n of the development of the coun
ty. Mr. Mallet investigated the Teptb
of the center of chock in the case of
the Calabrian earthquake of 1857 and
found it to be nearly six miles, while
Dr. Old bam ascertained that the center
of tbe Cacbar earthquake in 18S9 was
30 miles below the surface.
Compressed hot water is said to be
remarkablv eheap motive power,
and tbe Ne York Central authorities
are thinking of running last trains
between New York and Alabany by ils
The juiea of pineapple cuts the
m.' mbrane from the throat of a diph
theria patient when nothing else will.
Next October a acientlfie jabilee
will be held in honor of the fiftieth
anniversary of toe first application of
ether in surgical operations.
Mrs. Mnnroe waa In esctastea or de
light. She had secured a new cook at
tbe moat ridiculous wage. Of course,
he had not told the new girl, but it was
quite true that she paid her not half
what ahe had been compelled to pay
the cook who had Just left her. But
when Almlra Pollers, a fresh, pleasant
featured young country girl, had ap
plied for the place and had accepted
Mrs. Monroe's offer of $2 a week to
tart with, her new mistress did not
think It necessary to mention that the
proffered sum was very low Indeed.
"Of course, you shall have more as
you Improve, Almlra, but you know so
little about fancy cooking I scarcely
feel able to pay you more at tbe start,"
Mrs. Munroe had, smiling sweetly on
Almlra, who did not know that very lit
tle fancy cooking was ever done in that
household. And so Almlra took up her
burden, and for the first time in nine
teen years of her life began to earn
The Pollers bad always been farmers
nd owned their own place, but Al
mlra's father had somehow managed
to gat behind and a mortgage bad been
faatened upon the farm. Tbe man who
held the mortgage was very well satis
fled to receive a good Interest every
year and renew Peter Pollers' note, but
It came to pass that It was hard to pay
even tbe Interest. This particular year
tbe crops had mostly failed. It lacked
bat a few weeks until the Interest was
due, when Almlra, the eldest of the
flock there were ten In all mude up
her mind to go out "to service." Her
determination created a great commo
tion In the family. None of the Pollers
women had ever worked out. and the
Idea was very distasteful, but Almlra
eventually carried the day. Had her
education been thorough enough she
would gladly have taught school, but
the little Pollers had appeared at such
frequent Intervals that Almlra waa ob
liged to stay at home most of the time
to assist her mother, and her educa
tion was limited.
So, not without some inward strug
gles, she had decided that the only way
she could help along would be by ex
ercising her chief gift, cooking. Mrs.
Munroe's advertisement-ln tbe Week
ly Gasette had caught ber eye, aud
she waa very happy when she secured
the situation. The wages were not
large, but she could save all the money
for her father, sl there would be one
less to feed at home. That counted
Mrs. Monro's family consisted of her
self and a brother. Mr. Monroe had
died several years before and his wid
ow was quite wealthy. Her home, sit
uated in an aristocratic suburb of me
city, although email, was handsome
nd well appointed, and she bad miill
Cient Income to keep It up well. Mis.
Munroe liked to call herself economic
al, and we cannot deny she was In
some things. She dressed elegantly
and gave largely to ber church, bat
there never was a closer woman Iu
some respects than she. The shop peo
ple dreaded to see her come In, for al
though she si ways purchaaed the best,
she Invariably haggled at the price
until she got the goods for less than
their marked price. At the groceries
It was tbe same way, and woe to the
servant whe wasted a scrap of any
thing or presumed to eat more than
the mistress thought necessary. After
the first table Mrs. Munroe removed
any delicacies she considered unneces
sary for a servant'a coarse appetite
without the slightest compunction.
Her brother Tom, who paid a hand
some sum for the privilege of sharing
her home, once saw this performance
nd remonstrated with her, but to no
"It would be casting pearls before
wine," she remarked to his Intense
disgust, aa she replaced a dish of lem
on Jelly In the closet and aubstltuted a
saucer of molasses,
Tom Blrney waa one of those big
nearted convivial fellows who, left
with more money than they needed,
succeeded In getting rid of it In differ
ent and unprofitable ways. He was
not really bad, but he drank a good
bit and never had done anything use
ful in his life. He had Been put In
his father's office, but he waa extreme
ly weak in his arithmetic, and suc
ceeded in mixing up tbe figures so
badly that It took an expert to un
tangle them. After that his father
had not tried to make a business man
of him, but said that as Tom bad been
cat out for a gentleman be should be
But this was exactly what poor Ton.
was not cut out to be that Is, If we
agree to the accepted meaning of the
word a man of refined manners. He
loved horses and enjoyed the society
of horsemen; liked better to bear a
robust German girl sing funny songs
at the garden than to hear Pattl at
the Grand. If he ever yielded to Ii!s
sister's Importunities to accompany
her to a dancing party he was sure to
step on his partner's toes, to tear tbelr
dresses by his awkwardness, and drink
too much champagne at supper. In
fact om, ailhough kind-hearted and
honest, was very ill at ease and out
of place at society, and at last, after
making himself very conspicuous at a
New York dance, his sister vowed she
would never ask him to go with her
again. She told him this very emphat
ically the morning after the ball, as
ne left him to eat his late breatra
Tom was feeling very badly and In
dulging In severe case of "katzeu
Jammer," the result of too frequent vis
its to the punch bowl, hat looked uj
when Almlra came in with his break
fast and noticed that ahe was looklnj
"What Is tha matter, Almlra?" hi
"Nothing. Mr. Tom," replied Almlra
moving toward the door quietly.
"I say there Is something wrong
out with It, Almlra," continued Tom
wishing to help ber If she was In Irr.u
ble of any kind. Almlra made no r
ply and Tom sprang up and obstruct
ed her way.
"Say, you're working too hard, and
Sister Eleanor pays you beastly sruai:
wages, I'll be bound. Maybe It's a
new gown or a bonnet you're griev
ing after eh, Almlra? Here, take thh
and get It" And before Elmlra could
speak the Impulsive Tom had plungeii
his hands Into his pockets, brought oul
a lot of coin and pushed It Into uei
' "How dare you?" she demanded, sc
choked up she could scarcely artic
ulate. "Have I ever given you auj
reason, Mr. Tom, to treat me wlir
"Disrespect?" repeated Tom. Tery
red and astonished. "Do you think 1
I meant any disrespect to you, Aiiuiral
I swear I respect you more than an;
j ether woman I know; I only- thought
I you were piniug for some of the pret
ty things most girls-. like, aad why
shouldn't I do some good with mj
Almlra saw that he was honest In
his speech and was appeased, but
when he asked anxiously, "If It isn't
a gown or bat, what In heaven's name
Is It?" she burst Into tears, and for
getting that she was Mrs. Munroe'
servant-girl and that Mr. Tom was
her brother aud a rich man, forgetting
all save the trouble that was wearing
on her and making ber pale and thin
she poured out her woes into his sym
She told him about the mortgage on
their farm, how it bad been renewed
from year to year when the Interest
was paid. They had grown so accus
tomed io that they had never thought
of losing the place until Mr. Pollers, on
taking the Interest so hardly earned
and Increased by Almlra's savings, had
been Informed that his creditors need
ed tbe niouey and must have It on the
The blow had fallen like a clap of
thajider from a clear sky. The thought
of leaving the bid homestead was in
supportable, and yet where could Pe
ter Pollers expect to raise the money
to cancel the mortgage?
Almlra told her story, punctuated by
sobs, and Tom listened attentively.
When she had finished, he asked, "is
it a large sum, Almlra?"
"Oh, yes, Mr. Tom, $2,000!" she said.
"Humr said Tom, pulling his mus
tache and looking very hard out of
the wludow. "Couldn't your father get
some one to pay the man and take up
Suppose suppose I take It up, Al
mlra?" ventured Tom, still looking put
or the wludow and getting very red
again. Astonishment and rapture ap
peared on the girl's face at his words.
"Do you mean it, Mr. Tom? Oh, you
are too good! she cried.
"Bosh!" said Tom, brusquely. "It's
simply a good investment. Don't ac
cuse me of being good, Almlra; I'm In
corrigibly bad, I am. But" (bearing
footsteps approaching), "run on. I'll
drive out aud see your father to-day
and get tbe mortgage." And without
giving her a moment to express her
thanks, he hurried on.
Not long after this Almlra noticed
that Tom was drinking steadily. He
took what meals he ate at home alone,
Mrs. Munroe declaring she would not
tnd could not lend him her countenance.
The girl, as she waited on him, felt a
great deal of pity for this man, who
seemed so alone and waa wasting
health and fortune In dissipation, and
t bust one morning when he was look-,
lng unusually used up and bis hands
were trembling so that he could hardly
hold his cup. she again forgot the dif
ference In their station and spoke out.
"Mr. Tom." she said, "I'm sorry for
you." . . : . '
"What! Sorry for me? What do you
mean, Almlra? I'm having a Jolly good
time. A short life and a merry one
that'a my motto.
Almlra shook her head and looked at
him steadily. "Do you never think how
much good you might do Instead of
throwing yourself into little better than
"Humph! Thafs pretty strong lan
guage, I must say," he growled.
"But It's true. Mr. Tom. If you keep
an you'll sink lower and lower oh, it's
dreadful to think of It." Almlra shud
dered as she picked up her tray and left
"Hold there," said Tom, "you don't
nnderstnnd It, Almlra. It's got such a
hold on me. How can I shake It off?
I've got no one else to help me If I try,"
and, weakened and unnerved as be
was, the tears started to his eyes. "Tell
me what to do."
"You can get down and pray to God
to help you," said Almlra. st-lemnly,
'and you can go to the core. They say
.t's wonderful what they can do. Be
l man, Mr. Tom, and try It," she urged.
Tom sat irresolute for moment,
then rose and grasped ber hand. "I
will try," he said, "and If I come out
ahead It will all be owing to you. But
It will be hard, Almlra. I know, for I
tried once, only I couldn't st!:k It out.
But I'll try again, if only to ahow
rou " He stopped abruptly and rung
her hand and rushed out of the room.
If Mrs. Munroe had known that hei
brother set such value on Almlra Pol
lens' good opinion she would have been
horrified. She reported that brother
Tom had gone to a sanitarium because
she had lectured him into it, and was
quite satisfied as the weeks lengthened
Into months and Toaa still remained
ta tratk j.2 JklNL ma
fight with ihe demon who had so near
iy claimed him as his own. But at las
he "came out ahead," as he himself ex
When he returned home he walked
straight through all the handsouii
looms down to the kitchen, where Al
mlra was alone at work. Tbe look
on his face even before he spoke, told
ber that he bad conquered.
"Oh, I'm so glad," ahe faltered, put
ting her toll-worn hand Into the one h
held out. "I knew you could do it"
"You had faith in me, did you, Al
mlrar he asked, still holding her hand
aud looking curiously at her beaming
UJ face. Almlra nodded assent
"Well, I'm cured now wouldn't toucl
a drop of it tf there were gallons and
gallons of the very finest flowing
around me. But will it hist? I can't
tell, and I've got to have somebody t
help me If that dreaded thirst comet
on again. I've got to have a wife whs
will love and believe In me and keep
me from falling. You're the only oni
who had faith in me, Almlra, and you'rt
the only one I want for a wife. Saj
"Oh, Mr. Tom," she cried, trying to
draw ber hand away, "you can't meat
It why I'm only your sister's cook."
"That has nothing to do with th
case. You're the noblest girl I know,
and I want you- and only you. Can't
you try to love me enough to marry
me, Almira? IU try to be a good hu
band, I swear."
"How can I help loving you," mur
mured Almlra. "I've nearly worshiped
yon since you lifted that heavy load
from my poor father's shoulders, and
if you think I am good enough foi
"Put on your bonnet right away and
we'll find a license and a parson. Mrs
Munroe might say some things un
pleasant things to Almira Pollers thai
she would not dare to say to Mrs. Tom
Blrney." Aud In spite of Almlra's re
monstrances she was marched off. and
so expeditious was Tom that Inside of
an hour they were married.
Mrs. Muuroe, when she was notified
t the happy event, gave full sway to
her rage In the privacy of ber own
room. When kind friends offered con
dolence she sighed and wiped few
imaginary tears with her handkerchief
"Brother Tom was always the black
sheep of the family," she said. "W
never could make a gentleman of him.
I suppose we should be thankful he'i
done no worse. The girl Is really quite
capable and may be able to keep him
The usual order of things was re
versed when Mrs. Tom Blrney on hei
wedding day made her father a present,
and It was nothing less than the mort
gage on his farm. And Almlra said,
as they all drew around the fireplace
and watched it turn to ashes, that It
was a blessed mortgage after ail, for
It led her Indirectly to her Tom. To
Sautl .Silting Machine.
An old flour-mill device, viz., a su
ponded sieve with crank motion, has
been revived to meet the requirements
of a modern foundry. It is well known
that no two founders agree as to the
right proportions and grading of tbe
sand mixtures to suit different forms
and sizes of castings, while It. Is sheer
extravagance to allow the skilled mold
er to waste his time in riddling when
a laborer can do It Just aa well. It
Is to meet this want that a new sand
sifting machine has been devised. It
Is claimed that with this machine one
laborer can prepare all the facing re
quired by thirty molders, and be done
each day by dinner hour, and be able
to fill In bis time in the afternoon help
ing around tbe foundry. It is main
tained that for the purposes of a Job
bing, foundry, where different grades
of facing aro necessary, a sand sifter
is Immeasurably superior to the best
centrifugal sand mixer. Tbe mixer
breaks up and mixes In one grade only,
sands, lumps of clay, nails, metal drop
pings, and everything that is paased
Into Its throat, while the sifting ma
chine not only mixes, but sifts all that
Is thrown In, leaving behind In the
riddle box the lumps of clay, . scrap,
etc., which are not required In the fac
ing. The machine is equipped with
four sieves of sixteen, eight four and
two meshes respectively, which can
bo Interchanged In few seconds
either for the purpose of sifting tht
finest facing or cleaning np the flooi
of the shop and saving the scrap fot
the cupola. The machine occupies s
floor space of 6 feet 6 Inches by 4 feet
6 Inches. The riddle box Is operated at
a speed of 130 revolutions per minute,
and sifts 5 cubic yards of molsteneV
sand in forty-five minutes.
NEWLY INVENTED MATCH SUN,
Good tTblns; for, Bicycle Bld.ra
Lighting- Lanterns la a Storm.
A bicycle lamp lighter or a match
gun ia one of the latest inventions. It
for Lioirrnro bictcxb lamps.
ia worked on the same principle as an
Tommy Say, Mollle, I wish I had 10
rents to get some candy with. Mollle
Go and ask father who Socrates was
and what ia meant by the differential
calculus. He's got company, and I
shouldn't wonder if he gave yon quar
ter. Boston Transcript.
Osboardstoamshipi Pltkin-Brace up,
hi boy. Beastcfrns cna be thrown off
If yon only think so.. Sisajsms Do yosj
oaw throwing K off-
REV. DR. TALMAGE.
The Eminent Divine's 5unday
Subject: "Shx!! We Have Another
Txxt: "If the tree fall toward the south,
r toward the north, io the puton where th
trej falleth, there it shall be." -EocL tL, 8.
There is a liovaring hone io the minds of s
Vast niultituleof people Hint there will baas
opportunity In the next world of correcting
tho mistakes of this; that however eomplat
a shipwreck wn may make of our earthly life,
it will bo on beaoli up which wa may walk
lo a palace; that ns a defendant may lose his
case in a Circuit Court and appeal it aad
hnv It ko up to the Supreintt Court or Court
of Cbaooery and ali the costs thrown over on
the other parly, so a man mar lose his chm
in this woi Id, but in the higher jurisdiction
of eternity have tbe decision of the earthly
caaeset aside, all i he costs remitted and tn
defendant be triumphant forever.
The objeet of my sermon is to show you
that oommon sense declares with tne text
that such an expectation is chimerical. "It
the tree fall to war.! the south, or toward the
north, in the place where the tree falleth,
there it shall be." There are those who say
that if the imoeuitent and unfortunate man
enters the next world and sees Ihe disaster,
as a result of that disaster he will turn, the
distress tbe cause of his reformation; bat ws
have ten thousand instances all around
about uh of people who have done wrong
an I disaster suddenly came upon them
did tho disaster heal tbera? No,
they went on. There is a man flung
of dissipations. The doctor says to him:
"Now, mv friend, if you don't stop drinking
and don't stop this fast lite you are living,
you will die." The patient thanks
the physician for his warning and gets bet
ter; he begins to sit no, liegins to walk around
the roo n, begins to go to business and takes
the same round of grog shops where he got
his morning dram and his evening drm and
the drains between. Down again. Same
doctor. Same physical anguish. Same med
ical warning. But now the sickness
is more protracted, the liver mora
obstinste, tbe stomach more irri
table, the digestive organs more rebellious.
But still, under me.li.-ul skill, he gets better,
goes forth, commits the same sacrilege
airainst his physical health. Sometimes ha
wakes up to see what he is doing, and he
realizes he is destroying his family and that
his life is a perpetiisl perjury against his
marriage vows, and that that broken-hearted
woman Is so different from the roseate wife
he married tbnt ber old schoolmates do nol
recognize her on the street, and that his son:
f.re going out in lire under the taunt of a
father ? drunkenness, and that his daughter)
are going out in life under the scarifi
cation of a disreputable ancestry. Hit
nerves nre all a jungle. From crown of
head to sole of foor he is one aching, ras
ing, crucifying, damning torture. Where is
he? He Is In . hell on earth. Does it stop
him? Ah! no. After awhile delirium tre
mens pours out upon his pillow a whole
jungle uf hissing reptiles. His screams hor
rily the neighbors as he dashes out ot bed
crying, "Take these things off of me!" He
is drinking down the comfort ot his family,
the education of his children, their pros
pects for this life and perhaps their
prospects for the life to come. Pale
and convalescent he sits up. Physician
says to him, "Now, my good fellow,
I am going to have a plain talk with
you. II you ever have aa attack of this
kind again you will die. I can't save you,
n.( all ihe doctors in creation can't
save you." The patient gets up, starts out,
goes the same round of dissipation and Is
down aga'n; but this time medicines do not
touch his case. Consultations of physicians
say there is no hope. Death ends the scene.
That process of inebriation and physical suf
fering an.l medical warning and dissolution
Is taking place within a stone's throw of
where you sit and in every neighborhood of
Christendom. Pain does not reform. Suf
fering does not cure. WDat is true In re
gard to one sin is true in regard to
all sins, and yet men are expecting
in the next life there will be opportunity for
Again, 1 wish you to further notice that
another rbance in another world means the
ruin of this. Now. suppose a wicked man
is assured that after a lifetime of wicked
ness he nan tlx it all right in the future?
That would be tbe demoralization of soci
ety, that would be the demolition of the hu
man race. There are now men who are kept
on the limits of ein by their fear. The fear
that if we are bad and unforgiven here P.
will not be well for us in tbe next existence,
is the chief influence that keeps civilization
from rushing hack into semi-barbarism, ar.d
keeps semi-barbarism from rushing back
into miduight savagery, and keeps midnight
savagery from rushing back into extinction.
Another chance in another world means tbe
demolition of this world.
Furthermore, my friends for I am preach
ing to myself ns well as to you we 'are on
the same level, and though too platform is
a little higher than the pew.lt is only for
convenience, and that we may the better
speak to the people; we are all on the same
platform, and 1 am talking to my soul while
I talk to yours my friends, why another
chance in another world when we have de
clined so many chances in this? Sup
pose' you spread a banquet and you in
vite a vast number of friends, and among
others you send an invitation to a man who
disregards it. or treats it in an obnoxious
way. During twenty years you gave twenty
banquets, a banquet a year, and you Invite
your friends, and every time you invite this
man, who disregards your invitation or sendi
back some indignity. After a while you
move Into a larger hoasa and amid more
luxurious surroundings, and you invite
your friends, but vou do not Invite that
man to whom twenty times you sent
an invitation to tbe smaller house. Are
you to blame? You would only make
yourself absurd before God and man to send
that man another invitation. For twenty
years he has been declining your offers and
sending Insult for your kindness and cour
tesy, and can he blame you? Can he coma
up to your house on the night of the ban
quet? Looting up and seeing it is a finer
house will he have any right to say: "Let me
in. I have declined all those other offers,
but this Is a larger bouse, a more luxuriant
abode. Let me In. Give me another
God has spread a banquet ot His grace be-,
fore as. For three hundred and sixty-flva
days of every year, s nce we knew the differ
ence between our right hand and our left,
He hss invited us by His Providence and b
His Spirit. Suppose we decline all these of
fers of kindness. Now the banquet Is spread
In a large place, in the heavenly palace. In
vitations are sent out, but no invitation is
sent to us. Why? Because wn declined
all those other banquets. Will God
be to blame? Will we have any
right to rap on tbe door of heaven and say;
"1 ought not to be shut out of this placet
give me another chance?" Twelve gates of
salvation standing wide for free admission
all our life and then when the twelve gates
close we rush on the bosses ot Jehovah's
buckler, saying: "Give me another cbanoe."
A ship is to sail for Hamburg. Ton want to
go to Germany by that line. You see tha
advertisement of the steamer's sailing. You
see it for two weeks. You see it in tbe
morning papers and you see it in the evening
papers; you see it 'placarded on the walls.
Circulars are thrown into your office
telling you all abont that steamer. One
day yon come down on the wharf and
the steamer has swung out into the stream.
You say: "Oh, that isn't fair. Come bank,
swing up again to the docks. Throw the
planks ashore that I may oome on board.
It isn't fair. I want to go to Germany by
that steamer. Give me another chance.
Here is a magnificent offer for heaven. It
has been anchored within our sight year
after year, and all the benign voices of eartb
and heaven have urged us to go on hoard
since it may sail at any moment.
Supnosa w let (hot opportunity sail awav.
nnd then we look out and say: "Send back
. u. .it. t.lia It. it D I
treating me fairly. Give me another chance.
. . I L. a. m sro 1 1 M All
Why, my orotner, you miKui
and stand on the Highlands at theUavesink
three davs after the Majestlo has gone out,
and snout: "Captain, come back; I want to
go to Liverpool on the Majestic. Come back
over tha sea and through the Narrows and
gp to the dock Give me another obsnc. .
You might e well do that as, iirter the last
opiKrtuuity of heaven bus sped away, try to
get it back again. Just think of it! It cams
on me yesterday in my study with over
whelming impressiveness. Just think of it.
All heaven offered us as a gratuity for a
whole lifetime, and yet we wanting to rush
against God, saying: "(live me another
chance!" There ought to be, there will be,
no such thing as posthumous opportunity.
Yon see common-sense agrees with my text
in saying that "if tbe tree fall toward tbe
south, or toward the north. In the p ace
where the tree falleth, there it shsll be."
You see this idea lifts this world from an un
important way-station to a platform of stu
pendous issues, and makes all eternity whirl
around this hour. Oh, my sin I! my soul!
Only one trial, and all tha preparation for
that trial to be made in this world, or never
made at all. Oh, my Foul! my soul! You see
this piles up nil the emphasis and all the
climaxes and all the destinies into this life.
No other chance. Oh, how that intensifies
tbe value and the Importance of this change,
i Alexander and his army used to come
around a city and they would kindle a great
light, with the understanding that as long
as that light was burning tbe city might sur
render, aud all would be well, but if tln-y
let that light go out, then the battering rams
would swing against Ihe walls an I there
would come disaster and demolition.
Oh, my friends, all you and I need to
rto to prepare for eternal sufety is Just
to surrender to the King and Con
queror, Christ. Surrender hearts, sur
render life, surrenuer everything. The
Treat light keeps burning, light kindled
by the wood of the cross, light fi nning up
gainst the dark night of our sin and sor
row. Oh, let us surrender before the light
goes out, snd with it our last nppoitunity
of making our peace with God through our
Lord Jesus Christ. Oh, my brother, talk
about another rbanc6; this is the supernal
chance. In the time of Edward II., at the
battle of Musselourgb, a private soldier saw
the Earl of Huntley ha I lost his helmet.
The private soldier took off his helmet ami
went up lo the Earl of Huutley and put the
helmet on his head. Now, the bead of the
private soldier uncovered, he was soon
ilain, while his commander rode in
safely through and out of the battle. But it
Is different in our case. Instead of a private
offering a hklmet to an earl. It is the K'ng
of heaven and earth offering a crown to an
unworthy subject, tbe King dying that we
might live! Uh, tell It to the points of the
co-n pass, tell it to day and night, tell it to
earth and heaven, tel. it to all the centuries
and all the millenniums that God hits given
us a magnificent chance in this world and
that we need no other chance in another!
A dream. I am in the burnisher Judgment
hall oc the last day. The great white throne
Is lifted, but the Judge has not yet taken it.
While we are waiting for His arrival I hear
Ihe immortals In conversation. "What ara
you waiting for?'' says a soul that went up
from Madagascar to a soul that went up
from America. The latter responds: "I was
iu America forty years ago, and I heard the
gospel preached, and I hat plenty of Bibles
in my bouse, and from the time that I knelt
at my mother's knee in praver until my last
hour, I had great opportunities; but I did
not improve then, and 1 am hero to-dny wait
ing for another chance. "Strange, strauge,"
fays tbe soul just come up from Madagascar.
"Strange; why, I never heard the gospel .will
hut once in all my life, aud I accepted it.
and I don't want another chance." "What
are you waiting for?" says one who on earth
had very feeble intellect to one who had
treat brain and whose voice wss silvery, and
who had eceptersof power. Tho latter re
plied: "I had grant power on earth. I
must admit, and I mastered languages
nnd I mastered libraries, and colleges con
ferred upon me learned titles, and my
name was a synonym for eloquence and
power; but somehow I neglected the mat
ters ot my soul and I must confess to
you I am here to-dny waiting for another
chance." Now, tbe ground trembles with
the artvaaeintf ahMriot. Ti wraut folding
doors of the burnished hall of judgment are
thrown open. "Stand bank," cry the ushers,
"and let tbe Judge of quick and dead
pass through." He takes the throne.
He looks off upon the throngs of na
tions come to the last judgment, come
to the only judgmeut, and one fla-h
from the throne reveals each man's his
tory to himself, aud reveals it to all the
others. And then the Judge says: "D -vide!"
and the burnished walls echo It, "Di
vide!" and the guides angelic answer, "Di
vide!" and the Immortals are rushing this
way and that, until there If an aisle bat ween
them, a great aisle; au l then a vacuum,
widening and widening, uutil the Judge
looks to one side of that vacuum, and ad
dresses the throne and says: "Let him that
is righteous be righteous sill, and let him
that h holy be holy still." And then, turn
ing to the throng on the other side of
the vacuum. He says; "Let him that
is unjust be unjust still, and let him
that is filthy be filthy still." And then
He stretches out both hands, ono toward the
throng on eaoh side the vscuu'n, and says:
''If the tree fall toward the south, or toward
the north, la tbe place where the tree falleth,
there it shall be! And then I hear some
thing jar with a great sound. It is the clos
ing of the Book of Judgment. The Judgs
ascends the stairs behind tbe throne. The
Hall of the last Assize is cleared and shut.
Tbe High Court of Eternity adjourned for
ver. NAMED A WOMAN ELECTOR.
Wyoming Republicans Nominate Mrs.
Malloy, Whose Husband Is a Democrat.
The Wyoming Republican Convention,
after two hours' wrestling in committee over
a satisfactory money plank, adopted the fol
lowing: "Wo favor the free coinage of gold and
silver Into standard money, as extrc-.4-d in
our former platforms, under such iegil ition
as will guarantee that all our money sliull
remain on an equality."
This is apparently satisfactory to b nh the
gold and silver factions in tha S. ile. The
nominations made are:
For Congress. Frank W. Mon -lull, the pres
ent Representative. For Supreme Judge,
H. V. 8. Groesbeck, the present Chief Jus
tice. For Presidential Electors, W. F.
Brittala, Benjamin Howell and Mrs. Sarah
Mrs. Malloy is ths wife of the superintend
ent of the Dnion Pacific Hues in Wyoming,
and is the mother of four children. She has
always voted the Republican ticket, while
her husband has voted the Democratic. Hh
has accepted the nomination.
MANITOBA'S POOR HARVtST,
Ia Striking Contrast to the llounteoas One
of East Tear.
Manitoba is almost on the eve of ber
harvesting season of 1896. This time a year
ago the province presented tbe appearance
of an Eldorado. Acres upon acres of bee
fertile plains were teeming with a wheat
crop the most bounteous in her history; her
farmers were jubilant over the prospect, and
the eyes of Canada were turned to tbe end
less prairies of the West. This season tba
situation is changed. For weeks after tha
harvest season of 1895 tha Canadian Pacing
Railway was taxed beyond its limits to carry
out the great crop. This year little, if any
'Wheat will go East for export.
A Novel Campaien Pin.
The County Attorney of fiaco, Mo., hal
drawn attention to himself by displnyiogi
gold srfpin in the form of a bug, tbe wlngi
of which spread at the touch of a spring and
show the likenesses of McKiuley aud Ho
Let ns never forret that every station
in li'e lsuecessa y; that imch deserves
o ir respect; not the station itself, but
t'ie worthy fulfilment of its duties
Jt - - - I. ...... - , r. mnn
It very often bappens.thut tbe mora
learned! jr a graduate tflks on oora-tnanna-nent
clav the har.Ior h baa to
ha .tie for a job.
Batter than he who wipes away a
tear is uo who prevents it irom start
ing. Every great and origiual writer, in
proportion as he is great ami original,
must himself create tbe taete 1j which
be is to be reliehei.