F. BGHWEIEB,
THB OONBTITDTION-THE UNION AND THE ENFORCEMENT OF THE LAWS,
YOL. L.
MIFFUNTOWN. JUNIATA COUNTY. PENNA.. WEDNESDAY. OCTOBER 14 1596.
NO. 44
CHAPTER XXII.
The Schwarzweiss Pass, leading from
the aooiheaat of Switzerland to Italy, is
on. well known to mountaineers, because
of the rapid manner In which they can
cross from one country to another, and
also because of the magnificent views
that it present to the traveler.
MoreoTer, It offers to them a cholc
either of making a passage over the snow
clad mountains that rise above it, and
across the great Schwarxweiss glacier, or
- of keeping to the path that, while rising to
the height at some places of 10,000 feet.
Is, except at the summit, perfectly passa
ble hi good weather.
It Is true that he who, eTen while on tni
path, should turn giddy, or walk careless
ly, would risk his life, for though above
him only are the rant white "horns" and
Tix," below him there are still the ra
Tlnea through which run the boiling tor
rants known respectively as the
"Schwarx" and the "Weiss" rivers rlv
ers that carry with them huge boulder
tones and pine trees wrenched from their
roots; dry slopes that tall hundreds of
feet down into the valley below; and alco
the Klein (or little) Schwarsweiss glacier,
name ao given it, not because of its
mallness for it is two miles long, and
la one place, half a mile across but to dis
tinguish it from the Gross-Schwariweisa
glacier that hangs above on the other aids
of the pass.
It is a lonely and grim road, a road It,
which no bird is heard or seen from the
time the Tillage of St Christoph la left
behind on the Swiss side until the village
of Santa Madre la reached on the Italian
aide; a road that winds at first, and at
last, through fir-woods and pine trees, but
that in the middle is nothing but a path,
cut in some parts and blasted In others,
along the granite aides of the rocks, and
hanging in many places above the valley
far below.
Patcbea of snow and piecea of rock
that have fallen from above, alone re
lieve the view on the side of the path; on
the opposite side of the ravine is nothing
but a huge wall of granite that holds no
now, so slippery is it; but above which
hangs, white and gray, like the face of a
corpse, the glacier from which the pass
derives Its name.
A lonely and grim road even In thi
daytime, when a few rays of sunshine
manage to penetrate It at midday, when
occasionally a party of tourists nmy be
met with, and when sometimes the voice
of a goatherd calling his flocks rises from
the valley below; bat lonelier and more
grim, and more black and Impenetrable
at night, and rarely or ever then trod by
human foot.
For he who should attempt the passage
of the Schwa rzweiss Pass at night, un
less there were a brilliant moon to light
him through Its most dangerous parts,
would take his life In his own hand.
Vet, on an August night of the year It.
which this tale is told, ami when there
was a moon that, being near its full, con
sequently rose late ami shone till nearly
daylight, a man was making his way
cross this pass to Italy.
. Midnight was close at hand as, with
weary stops, he descended a rough-hewn
path in the rock a path which, for safe
ty, had a rude handrail of iron attached
to the side from which it was cut and
reached a small plateau, the size, per
haps, of an ordinary room, and from
which agaiu the path went on.
From this plateau shelved down, for a
hundred feet or more, an almost perpen
dicular moraine, or glacier bed, and at
the foot of this lay the Klein-Schwarz-weiss,
with Its crevasses glistening in the
moonlight; for the moon had topped even
the great mountains above by now, and
lighted up the pass.
It was evidently considered a danger
ona part of the route, since, between the
edge of the plateau and the aide of the
moraine a wooden railing had been erect
ed, consisting of two short, upright posts
and a long cross one.
As the man reached this plateau, hold
ing to the rail with on. hand, while with
the other he used his alpenstock aa a
walking stick, he perceived a stone It
may have been placed there for the pur
pose large enough for a seat; and taking
off bis knapsack wearily, he sat down
upon it.
"Time presses," he muttered to himself,
"yet I must rest. Otherwise I shall not
be at Santa Madre by eight o'clock to
morrow. I can go no farther without a
rest."
There is an indefinite feeling of awful
ness in being aione at night amongst the
mountains, in knowing and feeling that for
miles around there is no other creature
In these vast, cold solitudes bnt ourselves;
and this man had that feeling now.
"How still how awful this pass isl"
he said to himself, "with no sound bnt the
creaking of that glacier below with no
human being here but me. Yet, I should
be glad I am alone."
At this moment a few stones In the mor
aine slipped and fell Into the glacier, and
the man started at the distinct sound
they made in that wilderness of silence.
Then, as he sat there gazing up at the
moon and the snow above him, he con
tinued his meditations.
"It is best," he thought, "that the pool
old mother did not know when I said
'good-bye' to her this afternoon, and she
bade me come bock soon, that I should
ever come back, that 1 bad a farther
destination than Italy before me; best
that my father did not know that we
should never meet again. Never, never'
Ah, it Is a long word."
"Yet it must be .done," he went on. "l
I want to drag this miserable life out, 1
must do it elsewhere than in England.
That sleuth-hound will surely find me
there; it is possible that he will even track
r me to the antipodes. Yet, if I were sure
that he is lying about having seeu my
face before, 1 would go back and brave
him. Where did he ever see it V where?
where? To my knowledge I have never
seen him."..
He rose and walked to the railing above
the moraine, and looked down at the gla
cier, and listened to the cracking mad
by the seracs.
"I might make an end of it now," he
thought. "If I threw myself down there.
It would le looked upon as an ordinary
Alpine accident. But not tbat Is the cow
ard's resource. I Have blasted my We for
ever by one foul deed; let me endure it
M reparation for my crime, Bnt what
to my future to be? Am I to live mis
erable existence for years in some distant
country, frightened at every trange face,
dreading to read every newspaper that
- reaches me for fear that I shall see mysell
denounced in It, and never knowing
moment's peace or tranquility? Ah, Ger
vasel I wonder what yon would say If
yon knew that, for your sake, I hara sao
riflced every hope of happiness la this
world and all my chances of salvation la
Ike next."
I &t Wtsk teJhfbjf ftQBiftar a
(eriug these thoughts and sat down wear
ily upon it.
"if I could know that that Spaniard
baffled at last and had lost all track
of me, 1 could make my arrangements
more calmly for leaving Europe, might
even look forwnrd to returning to Enf
land some duy, and spending my life there
while expinting my crime. But, while 1
know nothing. I must to on and on till at
j last I reach some place where I may feel
snre.
Iie looked at his watch as he spoke tc
hiitttwlf, and saw that the night was pass
Inc. "Another five minutes' rest," he said,
"and I will atart again across the passu"
As he sat there, taking those last Ave
minutes of rest, it seemed to him that
there was some other sllcht sound break-
ing the stillness of the night, something
else ur?nles the occasional cracking noise
made by the glacier below and the sub
daed ronr of the torrents In the valley.
A light, regnlar sound, that nowhere
else but in a solitude like this would, per
haps, be heard, but that here was perfect
ly diKtinct.
It came nearer and nearer, and once, as
it approached, some small atone were
dislodged and rattled down from above,
and fell with a plunge on to the gladei
below; and then, aa It came closer, he
knew that it was made by the footstep
if n man.
And, looking np, be saw human figure
lesL-ending the path to the plateau by
which ne had come, and atanding out
clearly defined against the moonlight.
"It is some guide going home," he said
to himself, "or starting out upon an early
asrent. How firmly be descends th
path.'
'i'Ue man advanced, and he watched
li:m curiously, noticing the easy way lr
which he came down the rough-hewa
steps, scarcely touching the band-rail oi
using the heavy pointed stick he carried
iu place of the usual alpen-atock.
And he noticed that, besides his knap
nek, he carried the heavy coll of rope
that guides use in their ascents.
At last the newcomer reached the pla
teau, huJ, as he took the last two or three
steps that led ou to It. he saw that there
as another man upon It, and stopped.
Stopped to gaze for one moment at the
previous occupant, and then to advance
toward lii in uud to stand towering abovs
him its he sat upon the boulder atone.
"You are I hilip Suierdon," be said In a
voice tliut sounded deep and hollow In thl
oilier' ear.
CHAPTER XXIII.
I'tt.-rly astonished, and with anothei
feeling that was not all astonishment,
Suierdon rose and stood before him and
M.iid :
"1 do not know of what Importance my
name can lie to you."
"Your mime is of no importance, bnt
you are of the greatest to me. When I
tell you my name you will understand
v. Ly. It is Miguel ISuffanta."
"Cuftauta!" Suierdon exclaimed. "Gut
f.uita!"
"Yes! the friend of Walter Cuodall."
"Wliftt do you want with me?" tht
i. Hut listed, but as he asked he knew the
:i;iser that would come from the man
before him.
"lint one thing now, though ten min
iites ago I wanted more. I wanted to see,
then, if the man whom I sought for in
London and at Oceleve Chase, whom 1
have followed from place to place till 1
bare found him here, was the same man
I saw stab my friend to death In"
"Yon saw ii'r"
"Yes, I saw it; And you are the man
who did it!"
"It is false!"
"It is truel Do you dare to tell me 1
lie, you, a Bah, why should I cross
words with a murderer a thief I"
"I am no thief!" Smerdon said, his an
ger risins at this opprobrious term, even
as lie felt his guilt proclaimed.
"You are! You stole his watch and
money Lecauae you thought to make hii
murder appear a common one. And SC
it was! You slew him because yon feared
lie would dispossess your master of what
he unrighteously held, because yot
thought that yon would lose your place."
"Again 1 say it is false! I bad ne
thought of self! 1 killed him yes, I! be
cause I loved my friend, my master at
you term him, because he threatened tc
eome between him and the woman ht
loved. Had I known of Walter Cundall'i
noble nature, as I knew it afterwards, n
power on earth could have induced me tc
ilo such a deed."
"It is iufamy for such as you to apeak
of his nobility bnt enough! Are you
armed to-night, as you were on that
night?"
"I have no arms about me. Why do
you ask?"
"To tell you that no arms can avail
yru now. You must come with me."
"To where?"
"To the village prison at St. Chriatoph.
There I will leave you until you can be
taken to England."
For the first time since he had seen tht
avenger of Walter Cunddll standing be
fore him,.Smerdon smiled bitterly.
"Senor Guffanta." he said, "you an
very big and strong it may well be
stronger than 1 am. But yon overrate
your strength strangely if you think thai
:iny power you posses can make me gc
with you. I am u murderer heaven hell
ind pardon me! It is probable I shuli
.c a double one before this night is over."
"You threaten me you! You defy me!"
llufT.iiita exclaimed, while his dark eyes
gleamed ominously.
"Yes, 1 defy yon! If my sin is to bi
.iiiiiisliod, it Khali not be by you. at least
Here; in this lonely place where for milet
10 other human creuture is near, I defj
-,-n:i to do your worst. We are wan u
.. .i: di von think I fear ouT"
In a moment Unsanta bad sprung at
kirn, had seized him by the throat, and
with the other arm had encircled his body.
"3e be it," he hissed In Smerdon'a ear,
"it suits me better than prolonged pua
chment of yonr crime would do."
For a moment they struggled locked to
(ether, and In that moment Smerdon
Knew that he was doomed; that he was
shout to expiate his crime.
The king, sinewy hand .f the Spaniard
that waa round his throat was choking
him; his own blows fell upon the other's
body harmlessly.
And he was being dragged towards the
edge of the moraine, already his back was
(gainst the wooden railing that alone
stood between the plateau and destruc
tion. He could, even at this moment, hear It
creaking with his weight; it would break
in another instant!
"Will you yield, assassin, villain r
Guffanta muttered.
"Neverl Do your worst!"
He felt one hand tighten round his
throat more strongly, he felt the other
inn at the Spaniard 4trjaf hjaack;
in that moment of supreme agony be
beard the breaking of the railing and felt
it give under him, and then Guffanta'
ha uda had loosed hint, and, striking the
moraine with his bead, he fell down and
down, till be lay a senseless mass upon
the white bosom of the glacier.
And Gnffanra, standing above, with hi
head bared to the stars and to the wan
ing moon, exclaimed, as he lifted hi hand
to the heavena:
"Walter, you are avenged !"
(To be continued.)
ASLEEP UNDER WATER.
Bossv2i vera Sometimes Loaf and Sol
d:.r Away Their Tisae.
In an article on "Divers and Their
Work," Kratnley Steeknoft declares
that It la not a very uncommon thing
for an expert direr, now that diving ap
paratus baa been perfected to the point
of enure reliability, to take a quiet lit
tle nap nnder water In those soundless
region where no disturbances, unless
possibly that made by a too Inqnlsltlr
hark, la likely to occur.
Be telle of one man who waa at the
bottom of the water in a harbor clean
ing a ahlp'a bull when be Iteeame tirtl,
and made up his mind to knock off work
and take a refreshing; little suooxe,
where nobody would be the wiser, ana
there would be uolhlng to prevent the
time so sK-nt from being paid for
among his hours of work when he re
ceived lils wages.
I'nfortunately for his plan, he forgot,
when he drowsed off, to secure to his
wrist as must be done when it Is not lu
use oue of his Implements, a couch
grass brush. As bis hold upon the light
brush relaxed It rose to the surface
and floated conspicuously near the slds
of the vessel, where It was noticed by
his comrades on board.
The officer on duty promptly opened
communications with his submerged
sulKirdlnate by telephone (a telephonic
attachment being one of the recent Im
provements), and the startled man,
after having hopelessly committed him
self by blundering answers and halt
ing explanations, was sternly ordered
to the surface of the water, and dis
charged a 8 be emerged.
Another and a lazier diver, engaged
to work upon a wreck, once went down
with the deliberate Intention of sleeping
for an hour or more. As soon a he
touched lRittom he lashed his alr-ptpc
and life-line to a spar, and settled him
self comfortably on a rock and went to
sleep. But after a time his attendant
at the surface noticed that the life-line
showed no movement, and gave the
two quick, inquiring tugs which form
the signal, "Are you ull right?"
No answer was received, and it was
found Impossible to olitaiu one, or to
J raw the diver to the surface. At
length, after an interval of Intense anx
iety in which the slnuiberer'a life was
despaired of by his mates, a secoud
diver was sent down and bis wrath
when he found the supposed victim
sweetly sleeping, and the scene that en
sued when be awoke him, was funny
and bordered ou the tragical. -
A quarrel lu diving suits at the bot
tom of the sea has not yet found plac-s
even In the ingenious pages of M. Jules
Verne's submarine literature.
Foiled.
MorlU Buscb, iu his "Life of Prim-
Bismarck," gives a humorous sketch
of the scientist, Humboldt, and his dis
appointment when he was not allowed
to have the talk all to himself. Per
haps the beet of the anecdote Is the
mode of narration. Humboldt had been
giving one of his famous readings at
the royal palace of Prussia.
Somebody took up the conversation,
and said so many Interesting things
that everybody began to listen. Hum
boldt waa beside himself. Growling, he
tilled his plate wkii a pile of goose
liver pie, fat eels, lobster tails and otb
r indigestible substances a real niouu
taiu. When he could positively eat no
more, he could no longer keep quiet,
and so he made an attempt to get the
conversation into bis own hands.
"Upon the peak of Popocatapetl "
he began.
But it was no use. The narratoi
would not be cut short in his story.
"Upon the peak of Popocatapetl, 7,0fc)
yards above " he resumed, after
coughing violently to attract attention.
Again be failed to obtain a hearing, aud
the narrator calmly went on.
"L"iku the peak of Popocatapetl. 7,mhj
yards above the level of the Fat-ide
Ocean " he exclaimed, in a loud, agi
tated voice, shaken by grief and Indig
nation. Bnt to no purpose. The other
man talked on steadily, and the com
pany listened to him. and him only.
Humboldt sat down la a fury, and
plunged Into meditation ou the ingrati
tude of courtiers.
Clothe. Hooka.
A practical Innovation has been In
troduced in a Berlin restaurant, where
the clothes-hooks are arranged in such
a way that, after hanging a coat on
them, they can be locked by means of
a snap lock In the upper hook or hat
rack. Regular guests receive a key,
while transient guests have to ask the
waiter to return them their overcoats.
Since the Introduction of this patent
hook, not an overcoat has been stolen
In the place, while previous to-that
time considerable trouble arose both
to the proprietor and guests because of
sneak thieves. The new book Is very
almple; the lower part of It Is on a
hinge, and the lock Is attached to the
npper arm, being out of harm's way.
More to the Pnrpoae.
Salvation Army Apostle If yon
swear at those horses, my good man,
you'll never go to heaven.
Teamster (humbly) I knows It,
mum; but If I don't I'll never get to
Tonawanda.-Bnffalo Times.
The Show.
"What would you take to see that
performance again?" asked one man
of another as they filed out of a place
of amusement.
"I'd take opium!" was the qnlck re
sponse. New Terk Recorder
It never hurts truth any to be lied
about.
Charily is a blessed privilege. It lifts
poor human nature up to the level of
the angels, and sheds the light of
Heaven around our pathway.
I have always fonnd the less we
peak of our intentions the more
banco there is of our realizing them.
THIS SIMPLE STORY
Seal acta Cradft cm A merle a Coarse
aad Coaiaciaaco.
There Is a good story told of Jobs
Hays Hammond, the American, who
waa Implicated In the famous Trans
vaal conspiracy, writes Richard Hard
ing Da via Hammond was very 111 dur
ing his Imprisonment, and In conse
quence waa permitted to go to the Cape
for his health nnder a heavy ball. He
waa at that time nnder sentence ef
fifteen years' Imprisonment, and the
ball waa not ao heavy as the fine he had
Oil to pay, which amounts to $175,000.
He did not give his parole to return
to Jail, and his falling to have done se
would have meant nothing more than
the forfeiture of his ball, the amount
of which he could very well have af
forded to have paid. And when he
had once crossed the border of ths
Transvaal every man he met waa hi
friend. He could on reaching the Cap.
have stepped upon the first outbound
steamer and shaken the dust of the
Transvaal from him forever.
"That la the last you will see of Jack
Hammond,", some one said to Kroger.
"I think not," the President answered,
"and even If Mr. Hammond would
Wish to escape, I know Mrs. Hammond,
and she Is too fine a woman to let him
think of It" Two days before his
leave had expired Hammond cam
back to Pretoria and knocked at mid
night at the door of the Jail for admit
tance to what, for all he then knew,
meant fifteen years of his life In pris
on, and the Jailers were so amazed to
ee his face through the wicket that
when he threw his valise, which he
had carefully packed with whisky and
JOB HATS AMMOlfD.
cigars for his three fellow prisoners,
at one of them, the Boer picked it up
without examining it and carried it Into
the cell which Hammond, Rhodes,
Phillips and Farrar shared in com
mon. Hammond bad gained his tem
porary liberty because he was lil, and
he did not take advantage of that act
of kindness on the part of the Boers to
fly the country, and so leave his fellow
conspirators to suffer a punishment
which, if deserved by ona. waa deserv
ed by alL It was a case of conscience
and of moral aa well as physical cour
age. HERE'S A SPRING SHOE.
ft Actually Lift, the Feet and Save.
the Wearer from Fatigue.
A apring heel attachment for shoes
to aid In walking la one of the latest
devices for the comfort of pedestrians.
With this attachment the effort of lift
ing one's foot Is practically reduced to
a minimum. The spring actually lifts
the foot, and the pedestrian does the
rest.
This curious device Is nothing but
a stiff atrip of steel about an Inch in
width and some three inches long. It is
first bent double and one end turned
upward over the other end, so as to fit
It closely to the edge of the heel of the
shoe.
The spring Is screwed to the heel of
any ordinary ahoe, and once In place It
gives a "spring" to the step, which Is
of great assistance In walking or run
ning. The Idea Is taken from the nat
ural action of the muscles of the foot,
which are familiar to everybody who
has ever tried to run without touching
the heel to the ground.
The weight of the body forces the
spring close to the heel, and as the step
la taken and the foot partially raised
from the ground, the spring gives an
BOKS THAT LIFT THB FKET.
Impetus to the step, and practically
forces the body forward. It Is claimed
by the Inventor that the use of this ap
parently elmply device reduces the
fatigue of walking one-third. It Is
practically adapted for use by those
who take walking tours during their
vacations, and persons whose business
necessitates much walking.
WOMAN ON POLICE FORCE.
Begalarlr Appointed Special Officer
by Mayor of St. PanU
The first woman to "be made a mem
ber of a police force, and the only one
In the world authorized to wear a po
lice star, Uvea In St Paul, Minn. Her
name Is Mrs. Edwin T. Root and she
has just been created a full-fledged offi
cer of the law by the mayor of St PauL
Mrs. Root may not walk a beat hut
no representatives of the law in the
city has any more authority to arrest
people than she. Hers Is not a "spe
cial" appointment but the same as that
of the man who wears blue and brass
se1 swings a club. The cause of Mrs.
Root's ambition la not a desire for no
toriety, but to enable her to better aid
young girls who have fallen Into evil
ways. She has long been engaged In,'
this work, bnt fonnd herself seriously
handicapped by lack of authority to
Investigate. So ahe applied to the
mayor for the appointment ahe has re
ceived. Mrs. Root la president of the Ham-
tnTttmttaV Christian' Tefflptrrance;
Union, which nnder her management
has doublet im membership since 18M
Ik toswaat mmtamvmjft
SIRS. BOOT.
Its kind In the country. She made per
sistent war on a saloon where young
girl were In the habit of assembling,
and after a great deal of trouble se
cured the proprietor's conviction. It
was in connection with her rescue work
that she needed the police star. She Is
a slight, delicate-looking woman, of
medium height and graceful demeanor.
Park brown eyes look out from be
neath delicately penciled eyebrows.
She wears glasses, but they add to
rather than detract from her appear
ance. Her hair is a golden brown and
her age la 40.
QUEEN VICTORIA'S COACHMAN.
Bslil Mmm of lam porta nca Aboat the
Boyal Bonechold.
Queen Victoria's personal coachman,
who drives her at Windsor? Balmoral
and Osborne, and who likewise accom
panies her during her annual visits to
the continent la an elderly man of the
name of Thomas Sands, and is a great
favorite of her majesty. In whose serv
ice he haa been very long indeed. The
queen Is exceedingly kind and consid
erate to him and greets bim always
with a friendly "Good day." Frequent
ly when the drives are long the queen
causes the carriage to be stopped and
the tea equipage, which she generally
carries about with her, to be extracted
from the rumble. Tea Is thereupon
brewed by means of a spirit lamp, and
In partaking of this gentle stimulant
with her ladies in attendance, the
queen does not forget her coachman.
THOMAS SASDS.
but invariably makes a point of pour
ing out a cup for him, too.
On one occasion, when her daughter,
the widowed empress of Germany, waa
with her and attempted to pour out
the tea for the coachman, the queen
took the cup away from her under the
pretext that ahe did not know "bow
Thomas liked to have hla tea sugared
and creamed," and fixed It for him
herself. Thomas Is very fond of re
lating this story as an Illustration of
his mistress kindness and considera
tion for her old servants. Both he
and the state coachman are decorated
with the sllverjmedal conferred upon
them by the queen on the occasion of
her Jubilee, and they wear it on ths
left breaat on the coat of livery.
Early Honrs.
As we grow older we learn wisdom
In this matter. The gray-haired par
ent whose dancing days are over, and
whose limbs are not elastic, is glad
to hasten bed-time, and to leave his
daughters to their foolish Joy In the
late hours. He would lengthen his
nights In spite of his difficulty In sleep
ing. Very few persons over 60 years
old care to sit np after 11 o'clock In
the evening, and would rather be in
visible at an earlier hour. Old age
may not need more sleep than youth,
bnt It Is more covetous of sleep, and
sooner disgusted with the day's excite
ment "Go to bed early" Is the ad
vice which the elders give to the young
er race, ail the more emphatic as they
remember their own elns In this kind
in the former years, and wonder that
they could have taken such needless
risks in those night frolics. That is
the advice, too, of the medical Journals
and men. Was there ever a wise phy
sician who would counsel his patient
to sit op until midnight as a rule, or
even as a frequent exception? The
wisdom In this matter, nevertheless,
Is of the kind that comes by experi
ence, and the sage warning ef tht
elders la oftenest unheeded.
The Old Saint'. Mlataka.
St Peter "I suppose you smoked ani
drank and swore a good deal durinf
your life?" "
Shade "Sir!"
St Peter "Blew me. If I didn't thlnl
It waa a man, and It's only one of thoat
new bloomer girls." Brooklyn Eagle'
Instead of Going to Bee.
"Well," aaid the first baseball crank
to the other baseball crank, "are yot
going to root to-day?"
"No," said the other baseball crank
feeling vaguely in his vest pocke's, "1
guess I am going to seed." Indl iiapo
lie Journal.
It Dapeada.
Wheeler (who has just bought a Mke)
"Do you think the bicycle has com
to stay?"
Sprocket "Well, a good deal depend
on Whether yon paid outright for R oi
got It on the Installment plan," Teak
ere Statesman,
REV. DR. TALMAGE.
The Eminent Divine's Sunday
Discourse.
8ul ject: ''Gate of Carbuncle.'
Tcxt: "And I will make thy windows ol
gates, and thy gates of carbuncle." Isa.
Mv., IS.
Perhaps bee use a human disenss of most
painful suit oftttmes fatal diameter in nimed
after it, the ehuroh and the world have never
done justice to that intense and all-suggrattvi)
precious stone, ths oarhunole. Ton pearl
that Christ picked np to illustrate His ser
mon, and the jasper and the sapphire and
the amethyst which the apooalyptie vision
masoned into the wall of heaven have bad
roper recognition, bat this, In all the ages,
i the first sermon on Iheearbuoc n.
This preeious stone Is found lu the East
Indie, In eolor la aa intense scarlet, and
held up between yonr eye and the sun it is a
burning ooaL The poet puts it into rhythm
as he writes:
Like to the burning coal whence comes Its
name;
Among the Greeks as Anthrax known to
fame.
God sets It high up in Bible crystallography.
He outs it with a divine chisel, sharpens it
with-precise geometry, and kinales its lire
Into an almost snoernatural flame of hnmitv
Its law of symmetry, its law of zones, its Irw
of parallelism, somothlng to excite ths
amazement of the scientist, chime the cantos
of the poet and aronse the adoration of the
Christian. No one but the inftulte God could
fashion a earbunole as large a) your thumb
nail, and as It to make all ages appreciate
this precious stone He ordered it to be set in
the first row ot the high priest's breast-plate
in olden time and higher up than the onyx
and the emerald and the diamond, and in
Eaekiel's prophecies concerning the splendors'
oi me xynan court, me oarouncie is men
tioned, the brllllanoies of the walls and of
the tessellated floors suggested by the Bible
UntMlM! Thnil hlrf V.llrA.1 n. n,t Armwt
In the midst ot the stones of Are!" But in
my text it is not a solitary specimen thst I
hand you, as the keeper ot a museum might
take dowa from the shelf a preeious
stone and allow you to examine
It Nor is it In the panel of a
door that you might stand and study for its
unique carvingB or DronztKl traceries, but
there is a whole gate of ic lifted before our
admiring and astounded vision, aye! two
gates of it, aye! many gates of it: "I will
make thy gates of carcuncles." What gates?
Gates of the Church. Gates ot anything
worth possessing. Gates of successful en
terprise. Gates of salvation. Gates of Na
tional achievement. Isaiah, who wrote this
text, wrote olso all that about Christ "as the
lamb of the slaughter," and spoke of Christ
as saying, "I have trod the wine press alone,"
and wrote, "Who Is this that comet h from
Edom. with dyed garments from Bozrah?"
And do you think that Isaiah in my text
merely happened to r 'present the gates aa
red gates, a carmine gates, as gates of car
buncle? No. He means that is through
atonement, through blood-red struggle,
through agonies we get into anything worth
getting Into. Heaven's gates may well be
made of pearl, a bright, pellucid, obeer.nl
cryslsliratlon, because all the struggles are
over and there is beyond those gates nothing
but raptures and cantata and triumphal pro
cession and everlasting holiday and kiss of
reunion, and so the twelve gates are twelve
pearls, and eonld be nothing less than pearls.
But Christ hoisted the gates of pardon In Hla
own blood, and the marks of eight Angers
and two thumbs are on each gate, and as He
lifted the gate it leaned against His foreheal
and took from it a crimson impress, and all
those gates are deeply dyed, and Isaiah was
right when he spoke f these gates as gates
of carbanoltk
What an odd thing it Is, think some, this
Idea of vioarious suffering or suffering for
others! Not at ail. The world hid seen vi
carious suffering millions of times before
Christ came and demonstrated it on a scale
that eclipsed all that went before and all that
shall come after. Raphael lived onlv lone
enough after the birth of her son to give him
a name. In faint whisper she said, "Call
bim Ben-onl," which means "son ot my
J lain." and all modern travelers on the road
rom Jerusalem to Bethel uncover their heads
and stand reverently at the tomb of Rachel
who died for her boy. Bat in all ages how
many mothers die for their children, and in
many oases grown up ohildren, who by re
oreancy stab clear through the mother's
heart! Buffering tor others? Why, the world
is full of it "Jump!" said the engineer to
the fireman on the locomotive. "One ol
us Is enough to die. Jump!" And so the
engineer died at hla post, trying to save the
train. Whea this summer the two trains
crashed into eaoh other near Atlantio City,
among the forty-seven who lost their lives,
the engineer was found dead with one hand
on the throttle ot the locomotive and the
other on the brake. Aye! there ere hun
dreds here to-day suffering for others. You
know and God knows it is vicarious sacri
fice. But on one limestone hill about twice
the height ot this ehuroh, Ave minutes' walk
from the galea of Jerusalem, was the sub
limeat case of suffering for others that the
world ever saw or ever will see. Christ the
victim, human and satauie malevolence the
exeoutiooer, the whole human race having
an overwhelming Interest in the spectacle.
To open a way for us sinful men and sinful
women Into glorious pardon and high hope
and eternal exultation, Christ, with hand
dripping with the rush of opened art art aa.
swung bank the gate, and behold! It is a red
gate, a gate oi deepest hue, a gate of car
buncle. What is true In spirituals is true la tem
porals. There are young men and older
men who hope, throturh the settlement ot
this acrid controversy between silver and
goia, or tne oimetuilo quarrel, that it will
become easy to make a living. That time
will never eome. It never haa been easy to
make a living. The men who have it very
easy now, went through hardships and self
denials to which most young men would
never consent Unless they got it by Inheri
tance, vou cannot mention twenty-flve men
who have eome to honorable fortune tnat
did not fight their way, inch by inch, and
against fearful odds that again and again al
most destroyed them. For some gooa rea
son God has arranged it for all the oenturies
that the only way for most people to get a
livelihood for themselves and their families
Is with both bands and all the allied forces
of body, mind and soul to push back and
push open the red gate, the gate ot earbun
ole. For the benefit ot all young men. If I
had the time, I would call the roll of those
who overcame obstacle. How many of the
mighty men who went one way on Pennsyl
vania avenue and reached the United States
Senate, or walked the other way on Pennsyl
vania avenue and reached the White Honse,
did not have to climb over political obloquy?
Not one. How much scorn and scoff, and
brutal attack did Horace Mann endure be
tween the time when he Ant began to fight
for a better common school system In Massa
chusetts, and the day whea a statue in honor
of him was placed on the steps of the State
House overlooking "The Commons?"
Bead the biography of Bobart Hall, the
Baptist preacher, who, though he had been
pronoun oed a dunoe a school, lived to thrill
the world with his Christian eloquence; and
ot George Pea body, who never owned a car
riage and denied himself sfH luxuries that
be might while living and after death,
through last will and testament, de
vote his uncounted millions to ths
education ot the poor people of Eng- j
ana ana America; ana .r uisnop janes,
who la hia boyhood worked bis passage
from Ireland to America, and became the
joy of Methodism and a blessing to the race.
Go the biographical alcove in city. State, ol
National library, and find at least every
other book aa illustration of overcome ob
stacle, and of carmine gate that bad to tx
forced open.
What Is true of Individuals Is true of Na
tions. Was it a mild spring morning when
the Pilgrim Fathers landed on Plymouth
mock, ana ata tner eome in a guaea yacht.
rav streamers fiviuir? No. It was in a cold
December, and froai a ship In which one
would not want to crosthe Hudson or the
Potomac Kiver. Scalping knives all ro.iily
to receive them, they landed, their nuly wel
come the Iudian war-whoop. Ke 1 men on
the beach. Red men In the foresr. Red im-o
3n the mountains. Red men in the valleys.
Living gates ot red men. G.tie ot car
buncle! Aboriginal hostility pnshel b.iik, surely
' - forefathenwili have nothing to do
but to' take easy possession ot the fairest
soutinent under the sun. The skies sc
geuial, the soil so fertile, the rivers so pop
ulous with fliinr-kte. the acreage so im
mense, there will be nothing to do but eat,
drink and be merry. No. The most power
ful Nation, by army and navy, sounded its
protest across inren tnousann miles ol water.
Then came Lexington, an 1 Buukor Hill, an I
.Monmouth, and Long Island battles, an I
Valley Forge, and Yorktown, and starve,
lion, and wldow.ioo I. and orphanaw. and
the thirteen colonies went through suffering
wmou ine nistortan has attempted to put
upon paper, ana tne anise to put upon oan
vas, but all in vain. Eagraver'a kalfe, aa!
reporter's skill, and telegraphic wire, and
dat!y press, which have made us acquainted
with the horrors ot modern battlefield, had
not yet begun their vigilance, and the story
of the American Revolution has never been
told, and never will o tnlri. It did not take
much ink to sign the IVwIaration of Inde.
pendence, but it took a terrific amount o
osooa to maintain it. it was au awful gate
of opposition that the men and wo neo
and the woman as much as the men
EU8hed back. It waa a gate of sot t-saori floe.
t was a gate ot bloo i. It v a gate ol
earnu.iole. "
We are not indebted ti history for on
cnowieag ot rne greatest ot National
crises. Many of us remember It, and father;
and mothers now living had better iceep tell
ing that story to their ehlldren, so that in
stead of -their beiu dependent upon oold
type and obliged to say, ' Ou such a ptge ot
such a book you can rea l tbat," will thev
rather be able to say, "lly fat her told nrt
so!" "My mother tol l me so." Men and
women who vividly remember 1861. and
1863. an.i 1863. and 18J4. be yourselves the
historians, teiliog it, uot with pen, but with
living tongue aud voice and gesture. That
is the great use of Memorial Decoration Day,
for the ealla lilies on the grave tops soon he
come breathless of periu:ne, nn 1 in a week
turn to dust unto t Jilt willed liei benenth it.
But the story of courage nn 1 st-if sacrifice
and patriotism told on platforms and la
households and by the roadside and iu
churches and in ceme eries bv that annunl
recital will be kept fresh in the memory ol
generations as loug as our American institu
tions are worthy of preservation. Long
after you are dead your children will be able
to say, with the Psalmist: "We have heard
with our ears, O God, our fathers have
told us, what work Thou didst in their
days, In the times or old." But what
a time it was! Fonr years of home
sickness! Four years of brotherly
ana sisterly estrangement! Four years ol
martyrdom! Fonr years of massacre! Put
them in a long line, the coufligration ol
oities, and see them light up a whole conti
nent! Put them in long rows, the hospitals,
making a vast metropolis of pain and
paroxyism! Gather them in one vast assem
blage, the millions of In-reft from the H.
Lawrence to the Gulf, aud from the Atlantic
to the Pad Ho beaches! Put the tears into
lakes, and the blood Into rivets, and the
shrieks into whirlwinds! During those four
years many good and wis men at the North
and South s-tw nothing ahead but annihila
tion. With such a Natioual debt we
could never m-et onr obligations! With
such moral antipathb-s Northern anil South
ern men could never eome Into amity! Rep
resentatives of Louisiana and Georgia, and
the Carolinas eonld never again sit side by
side with the Representatives of Maine,
Massachusetts and New York at the Na
tional capital. Lord John Russell hal de
clared that we were "a bublile-bursiing Na
tionality." and It had come true. The Na
tions of F.urope had gathered "vlth very re
signed spirit at the funeral ot our Atn'iricnn
Republic. They had tolled I he beils on
Parliaments and Reiubstags a d lowered
their flairs at half mast, and even the lion
on the other side of the sea bat whined for
the dead eagle on this side. The deep grave
had been dbg. and beside Babylon, aud
Thebes, and Tyre, an l other dead Nations of
the post onr dead Republic was to be
buried. The epitaph was all ready: '-Here
lies the American Republic. Born at Phila
delphia, 4th of July, 1770. Killel at Bull
Run, Jtt'.y 21, 1861. Aved eightv-flve years
Baa seventeen Ultra, feaea to lr Mane.
But before the obsequies bad quite closed
there was an interruption of the ceremon
ies, and our dead Nation rose from its
mortuary surroundings. God ha I made for
It a special Resurrection Day. aud cried.
"Come forth, thou Republic of Washing
ton, and John Adams, and Thomas Jeffer
son, aud Patrick Heury, and John Hancock,
and Daniel Webster, aud d. S. Prentiss, and
Henry Clay. Come forth!" And she came
forth, to be stronger than she bad ever been-!
nor migutiesr prosperities Dave come since
that time. Who would want to Mis back
this country to what it was In 186) or 1150?
But, oh, what a high gate, what a strong
gate she had to push back before she could
make one step in alvance! Gate of flame!
See Norfolk Navy Yard, anl Columbia, aud
Chambersburg, and Charleston o-i lire!
Gate of barouets! 8-e glittering rifles and
carbines flash from the Susquehanna, a id
the James, to the Mississippi, and the Ar
kansas! Gate of heavy artillery, malting
the mountains ot Tennessee and Keutuoky
and Virginia tremble as though the earth
itself were struggling In its last agony. The
gate was so Aery and so red that I can think
of nothing more appropriate than to take
the suggestion of Isaiah la the text and call
It a gate of carbuncles.
This eountry has beea for the most part
ot Ms history passing through crises, and
after eacn crisis was better off than before
It entered it, and now we are at another
crisis, W. are told on one band that if gold
is kept as a standard and sliver is not ele
vated, confidence will be restored and this
Nation will rise triumphant from all the
financial misfortunes that have been afflict
ing us. On the other band we are told that
it the free coinage ot silver is allowed, all
the wheels of busioess will revolve, the poor
man will have a better chance, and all our
Industries will begin to hum and roar.
During the last six Presidential nleotlou I
bave been urged to enter the polltk-al arena,
but I never hare and never will turn the
pulpit in which I preach Into a political
stump. Every minister must do as he feels
called to do, and I will not criticise him lor
doing what he considers his duty; but all
the political hara;ues from pulpits from
now until the 3 1 of November will not in all
the United States chauge one vote, but wi-l
leave msny ears stopped against anything
that suah clergymen may utter the rest of
their Uvea. As a general rule tbe laymen
of churches understand politics better than
the clergy, because they (the lavmen) stud)
politics more than the elergy, and have bet
ter opportunity of being Intelligent on Ihi s
subjects. But good morals, honesty, loyal
ty, Christian patriotism and the Ten Com
mnndments these we must preach. Goc
says distinctly in the Bible, '-The stiver anc
the gold are Mine," and He will settle th
controversy between those two metals. I
ever this country needed the divine rescue il
needs it now. Never within my roemorj
have so many people literally staivel tc
death as in the past few months. Have yon
noticed in the newspapers how many men
and women here and there bave been foun i
dead, tbe post-mortem examination statlno
that the cause of death was hunger? Then
is not a day that we do not bear the crash o!
some great commercial establishment, and.
as a consequence, many peop'e art
thrown out of employment. Among
what we considered comfortable homes
have oome'prlvat Ion and closecalcnlation an '
an economy that kills. Millions ol
people who say nothing about It are nl
this moment at their wits' ond. There aiv
millions of people who do not want ebarlt)
but want work. The cry has gone up to the
ears of the "Lord of Sabaoth," and the prayei
will be heard and relief will come. If we
bave nothing better to depend on tbau Ameri
can politics, relief will never come. Who
ever is elected to the Presidonoy, the wheels
of Government turnn slnwlv. and a caucus
in yonder white bunding on the hill may
tie tbe hands ot any President. Now,
though we who live in the District ot Colum
bia cannot vote, we can pray, and my prayer
day and night ahall be, "Oh God, hear
the cry of the souls from nnder the altar!
Thou WuD bast brought the wheat
and corn of this season to such magni
tude of lor'ply, give rood to man and beast.
Thou who liadst not where to lay Tby head,
pity the shelterless. Thou who hast brought
to perfection the cotton ot the South and the
flax of the North, clothe th. naked. Tbou
who hat filled tbe mine with coal, give
fuel to the shivering. Bring bread to the
body. Intelligence to ths mind, and salva
tion to the soul ot all the paopM God save
the Nation!"
But we must admit It Is a hard gate to
oush back. Millions of thin hands have
E tubed at It without making It swing on it
ard hinges. It is a gate mad oat of empty
flour barrels, and oold fire grate, and worn
out. annareiaaad afcMgJW aoaaav sad un-
medicate-1 Sickness, and ghastllnegs ana
horror. It la a gate of struggle. A gate of
penury. A gate ot want, A gate of disap
pointment. A red gate, or what Isaiah would
have called a gate of carbuncles.
Now, as I bave already suggested, as
there are obstacles in all our paths, we will
be happier if we consent to have our life a
straggle. I do not know anyone to whom
It la not a strugle. Louis tbe Fourteenth
thought he had everything flied just right
and Axed to stay, and so he had the great
clock at Bordeaux made. Tbe hours of that
olock were struck by figures In bronze rep
resenting tbe kings of Europe, and at a cer
tain time of day Willi, m the Third of Eng
land and other kings were made to come out
and bow to Louis the Fourteenth. But the
dock got out of order ons day and just the
opposite of what was expectod ocourred, as
the elock struck a certain hour Louis the
Fourteenth was thrown to the feet of Will
iam the Third. And so tbe clock oftlestiny
brings many surprises and those go down
that you expected to stand, aud at the foot
of disaster most regal conditions tumble. In
all styles of Ufa there eome disappointment
and struggle. God has for suae' rea
son arranged It so. It it in not vuvrty It is
stcknesa. It it is not sickness, it Is persecu
tion. If it Is not persecution, it Is contest
with some evil appetite. It It Is not some
evil appetite, it is bereavement. If it is not
one thing, it is another. Do not get soured
and cross and thing you.- case is p leuliar.
Yon are just like the rest of lis. You will
have to take the bitter draught whether it
be handed to you in golden chalice or pewter
mug. A man who has a thousand dollars a
year income sleeps rounder and has a belter
appetite than the man who has
five millions. If our lfe were
not a struggle we would never consent to
get out ot this world, and we would want to
stay here, and so block up the way of the
advancing generations. By the time that
man gets to be seventy years of age, end
sometimes by the time he gets to be fifty
years of age, be says: ''I have had enough
ot this, and when the Lord wills It I am
ready to emigrate to a country where there
are no taxes and the silver of the trumpet
put to one's lips has no quarrel with the
gold of the pavement under hia feet." We
have In this world more opiort unity to cul
tivate patience than to cultivate any other
grace. Let tbat grace be strengthened in
the Royal Gymnasium of obstacle and op
position, and by the help of God, having
overcome our own blnoranoes and word
ments, let ns go forth to help others whose
struggle is greater than our own.
Too Biany Rooks.
A remarkably clever woman, ilia
wife of a German writer, was con
stantly urged by her friends and ail
tuirers to write, but a smile was her
usual reply. She thoroughly appre
ciated her husband's genius and sue
cess, but one day, when usked why
she "wasted" so much time knitting,
Instead of finding some occupation
more suited for her brilliant talent.
she replied placidly: "I have never
heard tbat there are too many stock
ings in tbe world, but 1 have of ton
heard it said that there are too many
books. So it seems to me it is more
praiseworthy for me to knit a stock
ing than to write a book!" That her
decision was a wise one facts seeiu to
prove; even eminent authors cannot
always dispose of their work. Thoreau
waa once able to boast that lie had ou
his shelves a library of several hun
dred volumes, the greater pari of
which he had written himself. ills
publishers could not dispose of the
first edition ot his tlrst book, and
thinking It useless to keep the vol
umes longer, had ttietu sent to their
author. James llusscll Lowell was
rather more fortunate. He brought
out his tlrst volumes of poems at his
own risk a modest edition of 500
copies. Small as the edition was,
however. It was not small enough, and
the young poet was in danger of heav y
loss; but fate was kinder than the
Kecalled "reading public." His pub
lisher's warehouse took tire, the books
were burned, and they were fully in
sured! Not only bad the poet lost
nothing, but he could boast w ith Lruih
that the flrtt edition of his book was
exhausted. He had sold it to the In
surance company.
I'M ana Abuse of the Uit-yclfc,
Bicycle-riding oil a good concrete
road and apart from all attempts at
speed suggests the noiseless, unforced
movement of a bird through the air,
aud has almost the effect of a quiet
sail on placid water.
Its influence ou the iiiiud is no un
important part of its usefulness. It
isstajthing, with just enough of pleas
tint exhilaration, lu this resiect it
is superior to walking, since it. pre
vents tl at absorption in thought
which is so apt to defeat the walker's
purpose of complete relaxation.
What is known as a "constitul ional,"
moreover, is too often a task raiher
than a pleasure.
"Cycling," ou the contrary, is at
tractive iu itself. One comes to it as
he used to come to his pi a v. It Is
equally adapted to gentlemen and
ladies a point very much in its favor,
since women are largely shut out from
more vigorous sports, while walking
for health Especially irksome to them.
As for carriage-riding, it is too pas
sive, involves a cramped posture, is
too expensive for most persons, and Is
of little advantage except as extended
over miles of road. Horseback-riding
Is In many respects superior, but
in cities, at least, comparatively few
can afford it
Keneflclal as bicycle-riding is, it
may nevertheless be abused. The
London Lancet says:
"The use of the cycle is a form of
bodily recreation in itself doubtless
wholesome: none the less is it open
to the mischievous effects of undo in
dulgence. Every one duds he can do
something with it, and considerations
of weather, constitution, age and
health are apt to tie dismissed with
summary imprudence.
"One fruitful source of injury is
eompetition. In this matter not even
the strongest rider can afford to
ignore his limit of endurance. The
record-breaker who sinks exhausted
at bis journey's end has gone a point
beyond this. The septuagenarian,
who tries to rival his juniors by doing
and repeating his twenty or thirty
miles, perhaps against time, is even
less wise.
"Lady cyclists, too, may bear in
mind tbat their sex is somewhat the
weaker. So, likewise, among men
the power of endurance varies greatly,
and it is better for some to admit this
and be moderate than to labor after
the achievements of far more muscu
lar neighbors.
"In short, whenever prostration
beyond mere fatigue follows the ex
ercise, or when digestion suffers and
weight is markedly lessened, and a
pastime becomes an anxious labor, we
mar be sure that it is being over
done." Youth's Companion,
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