lfn-r ti4 rill. llaMata " D. P. BOHWEIER, THE OON8TITUTION-THE UNION AND THE ENFORCEMENT OF THE LAWS. VOL. L. MIFFLINTOWN, JUNIATA COUNTY. PENNA.. WEDNESDAY. OCTOBER 1S96. NO. 45 CHAPTEP XXIII. (Continued.) The day dawned upon the plateau; a few straggling rays of the sun Illuminat ed the great glacier above and turned ita dead gray anow aud ice into a pure, warm white, while the mints roiled away from the high mountains keeping watch above; end below on the smaller glacier, and at tbe edgo of a yawning crevasse, lay the body of Philip Smerdon. ' Two guides, proceeding over the pass to meet a party of mountain climbers, reached the plateau at dawn, and altting down upon the stone to eat a piece of bread and take a draught of cold coffee saw his knapsack lying beside it. "What doe it mean?" the one said ti the ether. "It means death." his companion re plied, "the railing S broken! Some one has fallen." Slowly and carefully, and each holding to one of the upright posts, they peerec ever and down on the glacier, and then they saw what was lying below. A whispered word sufficed, a direction given by one to tbe other, and these hardy mountaineers were descending tbe moraine, digging their sticks deeply into the stones, and gradually working their way skillfully to the glacier. "Is he dead, Carl?" the one asked of bis friend, who stooped over the prostrate for mand felt of his heart. "No; he lives. How has he ever fallen here without instant death? But he must die! See, bis bones are all broken !" and as he spoke he lifted Smerdon's arm and touched one of his legs. "What shall we do with him?" the othe asked. "We must remove him. Even though be die on the road, it is better than to leave him here. Let ns take him to the bouse of Father Neunianu. It is but to the foot of the glacier." Very gently these men lifted him Id their arms, though not so gently but that they wrung a groan of agony from him as they did so, and bore him down the g!acier to where it entered the valley; and then, having handed him to the priest, who lived In what was little better than a hot, they left him. I .ate that afternoon the dying man open ed his eyes, aud looked around tbe room to which he lay. At his bedside he saw a table with a cross laid upon it, and at the window ot the room an atfpd priest sat reading a Breviary. "Where am I?" be asked in Eoglibh. The priest rose and came to the bed. aud then spoke to him in German. "My son," be said, "what want of yours can I supply?" "Tell me where I am," Smerdon an swered In the same language, "and how long I have to live." "You are in my house, the house of tbi Cur of Sastrats. For the span of your life none can answer but God. But. my son, I should do ill if I did not tell yon that your hours are numbered. The doc tor from St. Cbristoph has seen juu." "Give me paper and ink " "My son, you cannot write, and " "I will write," Smerdon said faintly, "even though I die In the attempt." The Cure felt bis right arm, which was nut broken like the other, and then he brought him paper and ink, and holding the former up on his Ureviary before tbe dying man, h. put the pen in bis hand. And slowly and painfully, and with eyes that occasionally closed, Smerdon wrote: "I am dying at tbe bouse of the Oure of Bastratz, near the Schwarsweias Pass; from a fall. Tell Oervase that I alone murdered Walter Cundall. If ha will come to me and 1 am still alive, I will tell him all. PHILIP SMERDON'." Then he put the letter in an envelope and addressed It to Ida Raughton. And are be once more lapsed into unconscious ness, be asked tbe priest to write another for him to bis mother, and to address it tc aa bote! at Zurich. They will be eut at onre?" be asked faintly. "Surely, luy sou." CHAPTER XXIV. It was late on the evening of the fifth day after the letter bad been sent to Ida Baughton, that a mule, bearing upon Its back Lord Penlyn and escorted by guide, stopped at the house of the Cure of Sas trats. The young man had traveled from Lon don as fast as the expresses could carry him, and had come straight to tbe village lying at the entrance of the Schwarzweiss Pass, to find that from there be could only continue bis journey on foot or by male. He chose the latter as the swiftest and easiest course for he was very tired and worn with traveling and at last he ar rived at bis destination. When the first feeling of horror bad been upon htm on reading the letter Smer ton bad written, acknowledging that he was the murderer, he had toid Ida Raugh ton that he would not go to see him even on bis death bed; that his revulsion of feeling would be such that be should be nly able to curse him for bis crime. Bat she, with that gentleness of heart that never failed ber, pleaded so with him to have pity on tbe man, who, however deep in .in, bad sinned alone for blm, that she Induced him to go. "Remember," she said, "that even though he has done this awful deea, he did it tor your sake; it was not done to benefit kimself. Bad and wicked as it was, at feast that can be pleaded for him." "Yes," ber lover answered, "I see his reason now. He thought that Walter bad come between my happiness and me for ever, and In a moment of pity for me he (id the deed. How little he knew me, if le thought I wished him dead!" But even as he spoke be remembered that be bad once cursed his brother, and bad used the very words "I wish be were lead!" It it was upon this hasty expression that Smerdon bad acted, then he, too was a murderer. He left Belmont an boor after tbe lettsi gad arrived, and so, traveling aa above 1 escribed, stood outside Father Neu mann's house on the night of the fifth tay. Tbe priest answered the door himself, gad aa he did so be pnt bis finger upon bis P- 'Art yon the friend from England tbt ' is expected?" be asked. , Tea," Fealya said, t war to the sign for'i UtmT' peaking low In an- 'ailence. "He etlil "He lives: bat his boon draw to a close. fiad yon not coma now you would not bave found him alive." . "Let me see blm at once." "Come. His mother is with him." He followed the Core Into a room sparsely furnished, and of nnpollsbed pine wood; a room on which there waa no amrpet aad but Jlttle furniture: aad there be saw' tbe dying form of Philip Smer don. f Kneeling by tbe bedside, and praying f while she sobbed bitterly, wa: a lady j hum Lord Peulyn knew to be Smerdon's ! mother. She rose at his entrance, and brushed the tears from her eyes. ' "Your friend hss come, Philip," she ail. A light came Into bis eyes as he.ssw fVnlyn standing before him. and then in s hollow voice be asked ber to leave them slone. "I bave something to say to blm, be laid, "and the time is short." "Yog." he said when ahe was gone, and sneaking faintly in answer to Penln, who said he had come as quickly as pos sible, "yes, I know It. I expected you. And now that you are here can you bring yourself to say that you forgive me?" For one moment the other hesitated, hen be said: "I forgive you. May beav kn do so likewise." "Ah! that to It it la that that makes leatb terrible! But listen! I must apeak t once. I have but a abort time more. This to my but boar, 1 feel it, I know UP' "Do not distress yourself with speak as;. Do not think of it now." "Not think ot It! When have I ever forgotten It! Come closer, listen! I thought be had come between you and Miss Raughton forever. I never dreamed of the magnanimity he showed In that let ter. Then I determined to kill him 1 . thought I could do it without It being I known. I did not go to tbe 'Chsse' on tbat morning, but. Instead, tracked him from one place to another, disguised in a suit of workman's clothes that I bad bought some time ago for a fancy dress ball. I thought he would never leave his club that night; but at last he came out, and then then! 1 grow weaker! 1 did It." Peulyn burled hie bead In bis bands as he llntened to thia recital, and gnce be made a sign as though begging Smerdon to atop, but be did not need him. "I bad with me a dagger I bought at Tunis, long, sharp knife of the kind used by the Arabs, and I loosened it from Its heath aa we entered the park, be walk ing a few steps ahead of me, and, evi dently, thinking deeply. - Between the lamps 1 quickened my pace and passed him, and then, turning round saddenly, I seized blm by the coat and stabbed him to the heart. It was but the work of a moment and he fell instantly, exclaiming only as be did so, 'Murderer!' Then to give it the appearance of a murder com Diltted for theft, I stooped over blm and wrenched his watch away, and as I took It I aaw that be waa dead. Tbe watcb ts at Occleve Chase, la the lowest drawer f my writing desk." "Tell me no more," Penlya said, "tell me uo more." "There is no more only thla, that 1 am glad to die. My life has beea a curse since that day, I am thankful it Is at an and. Had Guff ant a not burled me on to the glacier below, I think I mast have taken It with my own bands." "Guffanta!" Peulyn exclaimed, "Is It be then who baa done this?" "It is be I lie followed ma fsom Eng land here in some strange way he was s witness to the murder we met upon the pass and fought, be taxing me with being a murderer and a thief, and and ah; this to tbe end!" His eyes closed, and Penlyn saw that bis last moment was at band. He called gently to Mrs. Smerdon, and she came in and, throwing herself by tbe side of tho bed, took bis hand and kissed It as she wept. Tbt Cart stared at the same time and beat over him, and taking the crucifix from his able, bald It np before his eyes. Once tbey were fixed upon Penlyn with a Imploring glance, and oace they rest ed on bis another, aad then they closed forever. "Ha to deadr the priest said, "let as jray for the repose of bis soul." It waa a taw days afterward tbat Ida Raughton, whan walking op and down tbe paths at Belmont, beard tbe sound ot carriage wheels in tbe road outside, and knew tbat ber lover was coming back to ber. He bad written from Swltserland say ing that Smerdon waa dead, and that be should wait to see him burled In the churchyard of St. Christoph where many other English Uy who bad perished lo the mountains and be had that morning telegraphed from Paris to tell ber tbat ha was coming by tbe mall, aad should be irith ber In tbe evening. She walked swiftly to the boose to meet him, bnt before aba could reach it be bad coma through tbe French windowa of the morning room, and advanced to wards ber. "Ton have beard that be la dead, Ida?" be said, when he bad kissed ber. "It only remains for me to tell yon tbat be died penitent and regretting his crime. It bad weighed heavily upon him, and be was glad to go." "Aad yon forgave aim, Oervase?" she asked. "Tea. I forgave him. I could not but remember aa I aaw him stretched there crushed aad dying that, though be bad robbed ma of a brother whom I moat bare com to love, be bad ainned for me. Tea, if forgiveness belonged to me, I forgave him." "Until we meet tbat brother la another world, Gervase, wo bave nothing bat hi memory to cherish. Ws must never for get his noble character." "It shall be my constant thought," Pen lya answered, "to shape my life to what be would have wlabed it to be. Aad, Ida, so load aa I live, his memory shall be sec ond only la my heart to your own sweet elf. Gome, darling-, It to growing latej tot as go la." (Tbe eadU) So grave can be made deep enough to I old tbe truth. There are times when standing atill ia a greater test of faitn than gome to tbe lion's den. Tbe man who gets rich ia a harry generally becomes poor with, the same rapidity. Life itself is of less concern than duty, for life ia a failure where duty fails. Before man made ua citizens, great Nature made ua men. Tbe tat pilot always steers hia hip in deep waters. Many a man aita retailing out Heaven and salvation for pence and balf-pence; and he aella his aoul with it, like brown paper, into the bargain. SLATER'S -:- RAID. It waa a cosmopolitan group uat aaw around tbe camp Ores of Slater's Horse. Tbe troop numbered twenty men all told, drawn from ererj one of tbe Anglo-Saxon races of tbe planet There were Americans. Englishmen, Cana dians, Australians, and South Afri cans, and they bad come from tbe ende ef the earth to take part In aucb a row as promised to follow when Cuba Lib ra set up ber flag agalnat tbat of Spain. Their leader waa a Virginian, there waa bot a Cuban or a Spaniard In tbe company, and tbe name of Slater'a Troop was a name of terror to the government forces from Plnar del Rio to Sagua la Grande, To see them thus encamped ne one would bare supposed tbat they were engaged in one of the most daring raids tbat bad been adventured since the war opened In '96. Tbe offlcere there were but two sat democratically on tbe ground among their men; there was a tinkling of banjos, and a mingled sound of confused talking and of jovial, free-beaded profanity. Tbe abadowe of tbe men loomed big on the back ground of tropical vegetation, where tbe red Ore light flashed fitfully from time te time, and now tbe form of a lathered horse, and now the figure of a sentry leaning against a smooth coated palm. It waa no email affair tbat these men were engaged in nothing less. In fact, (baa a raid on the "troche" Itself. It to not tbe policy of the Cuban leaders to risk a pitched battle, so to arouse tbe enthusiasm of tbe men, and at tbe same time keep tbe enemy on tbe alert, such expeditions are undertaken from time to time. They have encamped some fifty miles from the Spanish lines and tbe attack was fixed for tbe next night A dasb acrosa the country, a stealthy advance on tbe fortification, another daah, sa bre and revolver, and a triumphal re treat thla waa tbe program tbat SI ter'a Horse proposed to ltaelf. Next morning they rode up and down tbe rolling bills In tbe early dawn for two hours, and then rested for tbe beat of the day In a cool and very se cluded grove, where they would ba screened from any wandering gueril las. Late at sight they saddled again and rode cautiously forward till tbey were not more tban forty roda from tbe trocba ltaelf. Tbey could aee the watchfires on the further aide of tbe great redoubt, shining between tb strands ef the barbed wire fenca stretched along tbe brink. Between them and the troche lay a dangeroua obstacle, an Ingenious de fense, composed of a number of wires drawn alx Incbea apart aad a foot above the ground. Tbia formed a network ever which It was Impossible to ride, and as Its width was uncertain, wai dangerous to leap. Slater knew of U Impediment however, and bad mada bis plana accordingly. Half a dozen then dismounted In silence, and taking sack a pair of nippers from bis saddle bags, crept forward Into the darkness. The rest of tbe troop sat silently on horseback Barkening to the sounds and voices from the Spanish earns, and to (be occasional clicking noise right ahead where their comrades were cut ting tbe hostile wires. j In tbe course of halt an hour the sen came back, and In whispers re ported tbe way clear. The wires bad beea cut and dragged aside, so as to leave a road of sufficient width for tbe passage of tbe troop, even In the hur ried retreat which must follow. Tha whole party than dismounted aad led tbe horses stealthily forward, till al most at tbe very brink ef the trocba. The Spaniards on the other side were clearly visible, while tbey themselves were hidden In deep shadows, and tha rest scrambled Into tbe ditch and np Vie other side. So quietly was all this done tbat the whole performance paaaed unobserved till Slater sprang upon tbe parapet and began slashing at the wires with hla machete. Then there waa a about and abot from tbe nearest Spaniard, followed by a miscellaneous rattle ol rifles along tbe lines. Tbe troops swarmed out and aaw a string of men backing furiously at tbe wires with one band and plying a revolver with tbe other. In tbe dim fire-light their numbers could not be ascertained. At thla amazing spectacle tbe soldiers a red a volley that to, discharged their rifles In tbe general direction of the foe. When the smoke blew off, thla operation seemed to bave produced no effect on tbe Invaders, who bad now cut and torn tbe strands apart and were actually within the inclosure. They bore down In tbe line on tbe Span lards, revolver In one band, blade In tbe other. No soldier-marksmen were tbey, but men whose lives bad often and often bung upon a pistol shot and now their enemies felt tbe effect Id ten seconds thirty of the gray uniform: were writhing on tbe sod, and the re mainder beheld the machetes flashing In their faces. The Castllllans are not without a proverb that teaches tbat die cretlon Is tbe better part of valor; tbey drew back. Their shots seemed to bave no effect on these madmen, whost pistols emitted a continuous stream ol Are. The withdrawal became retreat tbe retreat a panic. They crowded to getber and ran for tbe tents a hun dred men routed by seventeen. Slater did not Dursue them further. Tbe long ron was sounding up and down the lines, and tbe firing would bring down a dozen regiments in Are minutes. He had done all that was necessary, bad cut up tbe enemy's lines with a small quarter of a company, and without !oss, so tbat It was time te retreat aa wlftly aa he had made the attack. A torch was thrust Into the nearest duster of tents, the Maxim guns within teach were tumbled lata the dlttk, aad tbe little come, leaving the cut wires aad the rows ef dead to mark where they had passed. A minute mere and they were mounted and thundering across tbe country again. As tbey rode Slater said to the man aeareet blm, a graduate ef Harvard: "We bare staged the Spanish king's beard, eh?"' And tbe other replied I "Precisely." Then, after a mile er so: "Tbey won't let this pass, do yon think?" "What do you mesa? Tbat they'll follow us?" "Yes." "Nonsense. Not a bit of If He waa wrong, for there was at that moment rage and cursing la tbe Span ish camp. Tbe officer la command at that point had laid a heavy wager that tbe rebels would never break tbe line. Naturally, be was furious. That the majesty ef the powers of Spain ahoold be alighted, that the works should be broken, tbat his men should be slaughtered this waa bad enough la all conscience, but that be should lose his gold doubloons tale was un bearable. He fumed, aad swore, aad called te aim a captain ef guerilla cav alry. "Captain." "Senior." Teu have a huadred men in your troop?" "A hundred and fifty." "Good. Pursue these aeeureed Amer icana. There are not more than thirty. Follow them to Santiago, If asccssary. but catch them, dead er alive." "Very well. General." replied the guerilla, aad retired to muster his men and to sound the "Boots and Saddles." A hundred to twenty would be long odds, even for Slater'a Horse. So It same about that when Slater's men drew rein, fifteen miles from tbt trooha. and sat silent a clustered black BUSH - - - , . . I dream of such an act, nor was there spot on the moonlit road, they beard a word ef regret for tbe delay which a low thunder come rolling up from iMA caused them to be overtaken. 81a tbe west the thunder ef pounding tar dr(w to hu haraa ul hoofs. ' gathered round. "By Jevef said the Englishman, wba "Way's closed," said the leader sea was related to the eminent author. ; tentlously. "Got to fight here or sur- "Not three miles away," asserted tha render." Canadian, who bad just come from "Or cut our way through," suggests the Egyptian Soudan. the man from Harvard. "Forward, then," said Slater, and Th. won,,,,,- remarked Slater, and away they went, up aad down the rolV oib accepted the fact lag hills whither tho Ill-made read led if they were only mounted!" mut- them. The country waa toe rough to allow of taking to the fields, where tho Spaniards might be thrown off the trail, but It would be smoother in tha course of a few leagues. All night they rede bard aad sometimes the following thunder waa loud and often faint, but never wholly died away, Tbe guerillas were well mounted, and cn . e.k ti,. Slater's horses were not fresh. Tha pearly dawn came up before them, ' and then the sua was trailing long shadowa behind them as they galloped. , It waa 4 o'clock, and forty miles back to tbe trocba. And now at but they seemed to bava . distanced their pursuers, for no rum-' ble came out of the west Tbey fed their horses a few armfuls ef the green tops of the sugar cane, refreshing and stimulating, and gave them a little water from a roadside brook, and rubbed them down as time would per mit Tbat was not much, for before they bad finished tte eounds orpur-! if.in J1 h.m " " . " ... . 1 r or 1,7 mucs lanuer ana we will oe In our own lines," remarked Slater. For three hours more the wiry little Cuban horses bore their riders swiftly, though tbe sun grew high and angry. They had struck off the highway, rid ucu uiruugu m ueiu o cane, ana were now galloping down a wide stretch ol , . ... I den through a field of cane, and were sloping prairie, dotted with cocoa palms. They scarcely expected that the enemy would fall to notice wbera the chase had left the road so tbey were not disappointed when the long Tash of breaking stalks announce.! tbat tbe guerillas were riding down the field they had Just passed through. The pursuit was gaining fast In an ether minute there was a roar of shouts and cheers from behind, and turning, they saw the hill side crested with a long line of galloping, gray-coated men. The peril waa Imminent, yet tha staunch beasts bad tbe material la tbem tor a good ten-mile burst yet, and this would be more than eaeugh to lead mem Into safety. Down tbe long slope the two bands swsvt a full mile be- tween them, and na another, whea aa astonishing sight met them aa they fiTe horses' lengths. There was a shim topped tbe rise. ; xuer an about as the men swung tba Away to the left la tbe following val- machetes above their heads aad urged ley smoke waa rising from a burning on the plunging horses. The Span bouse. The yard before It was filled lards directly In front strove to get wltb Upantob soldiery. Two women clear, to have more room for fighting, steed be aad la the midst There seem- and the Insurgents pushed forward to fj ja) he a iHh U)l 4 - he forthes ft genO? aeemed, gaalo reeve a rope over a convenient tree-bough. All this flashed before tbe men's eyes In a moment There was ne hesi tation, nor were there any orders giv en. Those of Slater's troop were ae customed te follow when Slater led, and they galloped at bis heels as be spurred furiously down the billalope. The Spaniards by the house were sud denly aware ef a mingled rattle of hoofs aad pistol shots, and beheld a rush ef saea sweeping down upon them, brandishing wee pens aad volley ing forth curses aad bullets at once. A moment aad tbey were struck, crashed, ridden down. Tbe sheer weight ot Slater's headlong charge scattered them In every direction. At the same time the deadly machete and more deadly alxshooter were at work. - Throw Che women across your shoul ders," reared Slater. Tbey were Jerk ed up la an Instant by two brawny troopers. It wsa no time for ceremo ny. "Now, hard ahead! And before the Spaniards had recovered from the shock their assailants were dashing past the outbulldlnga of the hacienda Iand bad disappeared behind the abode. At tbe eame time the guerillas swarm ed In, and the soldiers also mounted . and followed the chase. Meanwhile, Slater's men had met un expected obstacles. A high and strong wire fence stood firmly across their way; It was apparently designed to be horse-proof. There was bo gate, sad tbe ends were not la sight "Well, cut It then," shouted the lead er, with a rattle of oaths, wben its Im pregnability became apparent "and d a quick, toe!" He drew his ma chete and slashed aa furiously at these wires as he had done at those ef the trocba. In a minute or less aa opening bad been made, aad the riders were through. When the Spaniards arrived at the same pout their greater dum ber aad the narrowness ef the gap caused a tremendous erueh, which gave tbe Insurgents a much-needed ajert It waa seen lest, however. The fresh horses of tbe Spanish reinforcement rapidly overhauled tbe little troop. Aad, to add te their difficulties, a deep ravins suddenly appeared ahead. To scramble la sad out of It with suffi cient rapidity would be Impossible for the tired horses, two of which car ried double loads. To have cast tbe women aside might have facilitated their escape,. but a one seemed te UTOX THXM.I tared a trooper. Tbe Spanish riders were bow draw ing In, aad a volley of carabines ran before. Tbey bad aimed high, wltb the result that three men of the troop toppled from their saddles. This left tbe number of mounts free. "Can't you ride, Senora?" aald Sla- t.r Z2tZ J.V. " "o replied la the amrmative -men mount here, u you please. We must try to cut our way out Are you afraid?" "It la the privilege of a Cuban wom an to fear nothing except capture by these I" The man from Harvard waa struck by her courage, but be could not stop to admire It The women were helped astride tbe dead trooper's saddles It wes no time for false modesty and tba rest formed up around them. One ef the women held out her hand to ward Sutter's holsters, but he pointed on tt? fmKCtt, Lptot0 ,l- the holsters before them. They took these out and bandied them wltb familiarity. The Spaniards had paused a few hun dred yards away, and were scrutiniz ing the men they hsd pvsued. I do not know why they did net rush down and overwhelm them by sheer weight . - iL P"2r 90 mneh them ansriect a rase or ambuscade. At anv suspect a ruse or ambuscade. At any rate tbey stood still a moment till tbey saw tbe band form In hollow square, with tbe women In the center, and charge down upon them. Slater waa leading. The guerillas as sayed to move forward to meet the at ulc nu wnen tney came wram niry both sides. A charging horse stum bled heavily to the ground, throwing his rider headlong. An incessant toI ley poured from the deft revolvers of the assailants, and the Spaniards recoiled from the spot on which It waa directed, where men and horses rolled together on the earth. A moment and the little company, with the Impetus of a bullet had crashed Into thla shrinking spot and sunk right In fot urn til a los a. far a little, that tbey would win through the Spanish ranks. Tbe guerillas next the troop were exchanging desperate sword-strokes with their antagonists, while those far ther out were pressing closer, and fir ing wildly Into the swirl of fight with revolvers. Five of Slater's men had gone down beneath the blows tbat came from the front and rear alike. There were but twelve left end these redoubled their efforts to break through tbe trap tbat held them fast Slater rode In front slashing to right and left with a huge machete. He cut down an opposing trooper, pistoled the horse as the rider fell, and spurred forwaru Into the epace tbna provided. Hla men followed, and by sheer dint of blows managed to gala a few yards more. But tbe foe gathered close, and again two of the handful went down. The air waa all a-qulver with steel blades about the fight but now that the Insurgents, bad got fairly In mo tion once more, they were slowly yet surely thrusting their wsy through the circling crowd. But they lost a man for every yard they won. Pistol bul lets hummed through tbe melee, strik ing down friend snd foe alike. One of the women was hit aa she fired late the dense gray ranks; tbe other, either wounded or fainting, slid from her sad dle, and both disappeared beneath tbe press. While Slater's horse thus melted apace. Slater rode In tbe front aad knew not how the others fared. He only knew that be was hewing hla desperate way forward as a bushman hews his way through the tropical Jun gle. He bad lost his hat and his. hair waa clotted and dripping with blood, but he took no heed of the wounds; all his effort was to reach the open space beyond. And at last, bleeding horse and man, he awayc into the clear ground and looked about for bis men. Not one bad followed; be waa alone. The women be had rescued were gone, too. He a tared about as If dazed, while the Spaniards stood and wonder ed ( t the man who bad done so might ily In tbe battle. Tbe blood was pour ing from a deep cut In the neck ot bis horse. Tbe animal's knees began te totter, and presently It sank to tbt ground. Slater fell with It Tbe troops rush ed forward, but when tbey came to him be was dead, with the red blade still clinched in bis fingers. And tbe women for whom this score of men had recklessly thrown away their lives lay trampled and crushed beneath the hoofs of the guerilla horse. But shall It therefore be said of Slater's troops tbat their sacrifice was made la vain? "Bfor'ai You'll Keep." Some years ago an old sign painter, a ho was very cross, very gruff, and a little deaf, was engaged to paint the Tea Commandments on soma tablets In a church not five miles from Buffalo. He worked two days at It and at tbe tnd of the second day tbe pastor of the church came to see bow the work prog ressed. The old man stood by, smoking a short pipe, as the reverend gentleman ran bis eyes over the tablets. "Eh!" said ths pastor, aa bis familiar eye detected something wrong In the working of the precepts; "why. you careless old man, you bave left a part of one of tbe commandments entirely out; don't you eee?" "No; no such thing," said tbe old man, putting on his spectacles; "no; nothing left out where?" "Why, there," persisted the pastor, "look at It In tbe Bible; you bave left some of tbat commandment out." "Well, what if I barer aald old Obstinacy, aa he ran his eye compla cently over his work; "what If I bave? There'e more there now than you'U keep!" Another and a more correct artist was employed the next day. A Good Thins. A Lewis ton (Me.) confectioner bas ap plied for a patent on a process by which pasteboard boxes may be so treated that Ice cream packed In them will remain solidly froten for twenty-four hours. Carbonlo Acid Gas in Cars. For some years inventors have bt-en trying to transport fruit in cars filled with carbonic add gas. Inasmuch s the germs of fermentation cannot live In this gas It Is assumed that no Ice would be needed, and atuce this Is both heavy and expensive it la thought that fruit can be transported for long dis tances much more cheaply In tbe new way. A car load of fruit In one of these care was lately sent from San Jose, CaL, to Chicago, but the result was not satisfactory. Tbe fruit bad not rsAted, but owing to tbe extremely bot weather it had almost been cooked. Ioi-will still be a necessity In very hot weather unless some means of keeping tbe car cool la added to the antisepti advantages of the gas. Isn't It Strange That so many things come apart tbat vrlll not go together again? Tbat it Is often so hard to get the cat back into the beg again after having once been let out? That victims of radical self-esteem rarely know themselves of tbe exist ence of sucb a disease? That a large amount of happiness may be wrought out of many email things, when rightly bandied? That a great amount of both happi ness and misery may be wrought out from very little things, and a small amount of both misery and happiness from very great things, counting tbe adjectives by measure "after tbe mas aec ef aseaTVrOood Housekeeping, REV. OR. TALMAGE The Eminent Divine's 5uaday Discouraa. Subject: "Divine Chirography." Texi 'Itojoiee because your names are ar.aeu in heaven." Luke X., SO. Ohirojrrapuy, or tha art of handwriting;, IU ihn w ni ot aooustios, is in very an-VUr:i-t.ry Btate. Whlltt constructing e nnr.-l'. nnl tnlil l.T some arjnlteots that the viof wmtlil not be heard in a building shaped lib- th .t proposo l, 1 name in much anxiety to ibis oi.y un.loou-tultn l with Prof. Joseph r.eurv. of thatttniihsonjnu Institution, about the law ot acoustics. H-r said: "Go ahead h. 1 t'Uil 1 your church in the snap. pro-. iiowkI, anil I tblok it will b. all right I hove Mu.liet tho law- ot sound perhaps store tlitiu ituv ni in ot my time, and I hav. some so far a tl.i?i Two auditoriums may seem to berx'iotly ailkt. and in ona the aeoustios may be good ita-1 in tha other bad. In the aiua qui!iafa!tery stairs Is chirography, Htthouru many declare they have reduoed it to a suivuee. There are those who say they cn nat character by handwriting. It ut ald that thn way ona wriiag the latter "I" decides his egotism or modesty, and th. way one writes thn letter "0" decides the height aud dnpth ot his emotions. It Is dnslared a uramiM-d haud means a cramped nature, and an uy, flowing band a facile and liberal spirit; but If thsre be anything iathis&otenee, there roa-t ba soma ruins not yet announced, lor so.na of the boldest and most aggressive men have a delicate and small penmanship, while some of tha most timid sign thair names with thn heiirht aud width and scope of the name of John Hancock on the Immor tal document. But wnle tha chirography of the earth is uncer.ain, our blessed Lord in our txc presents tha ohirography eeles tia1. When addressing tha seventy disciples standing Befora Him, lie said: '-Rejoice be came your names ara written in heaven." Of course, tbe Bible, for tba, most part, when speaking ot the heavenly world, speaks figuratively while talking about books and about trumpets, and about wings and about gates and atjout golden pavements and about orchards with twelve erops ot fruit -0M crop eah month ant about the white horM4 of heaven's cavalry; but we do well to follow out these inspired metaphors and reap from lhem courage and sublime expectation, and consolation and victory. We are told that In tha heavenly library there is a Book of Life. Perhapj there are many volumes Id it. When we say a book, we mean all writ ten by the author on that subject. I oannot tell how large those heavenly volumes are, nor tha splendor ot their binding, nor th number of their pages, nor whether thev an pletorialized with some exoiting.scenesof thit world. I only tnowthat the words have not been impressed by type, but written out bj some hand, aud that ail those who, like tbt seventy disciples to wbo.n the text wai spoken, repent and trust the Lord for theli etcroul salvat on, surely have their namei written in heaven. It may not be the sam name I hut we carried on earth. We may tnrotK'li th) inoonsiderateness of parents have a name that is uncouth, or that wai afterward dishonored by one after whom w were called. I do not know that the sevent entiunces of the names of the seventy dls ciples correspond with tbe record in tbi genealogical table. It may not be tbe nami by which we were called on earth, but it wil be the name by which heaven will know us an 1 we will bave it announced to us as wi pas in, and we will know it so certainly tba' we will not have to ba called twice by it, a! in the I ible times tha Lord called some peo ple twicn bv name: 5aul! Saul!" "Samuel Samuel " "Martha! Martha!" In examination of your name In th heavenly archives, if you find it there at all, you will find It written with aboil hand You have seen manyasignaturethat becaust of sift k ii ess or old rtffe bad a tremor in It, yc It was as bold as the man who wrote it Many nu order written on tha battlefield and amid the thunder ot the cannonade bas bad evidence of excitement In every word an every letter and in tba speed with which II was foldnd and banded to tbe officer as hi put his foot in the swift stirrups, and y th tt commander, notwithstanding bis trem bling han I. gives a boldness of order thai shows Itself in every word written. You dt not nee! to be told that a trembling hanr) does not always mean a cowardly hand. I: was with a very trembling haud Otmrlei Carroll, of Carrollton, signed bis name to the Declaration of American Independence, but no signer had more courage aud when some one said, "There are many Charlet Carroll?, and it will not be known which one It is," he resumed tbe pea and wrote Charles Carroll of Carrollton. Trembling band no sign of timidity. Ths 'daring and defiance seen in tba way your name Is written in heaven is a challenge to all earth and bell to come on if tbey can to defeat your ransomed soul. Again, if according to the promise of tba text, you are permitted to look into tha volumes of eternity and see your name there, you will find It written in lines. In words, la letters unmistakable. Soma people have come to consider Indistinct and almost un readable penmanship a mark of geniu, and so they affect it. Because every paragraph tbat Thomas Chalmers, and Dean Stanley, and Lord Byron, and Kufus Choate and other potent men wrote was a puzzle, imita tors make their penmanship a puzzle. Alex ander Dumas says tbat plain penmnnship Is tbe brevet ot incapacity. Tban there are some who, through too much demand upon their energies and through laok of time, lose the capacity ot making tbe pen intelligible, and much of the writing ot this world is In decipherable, We have seen plies ot Inex plicable chirography, and we ourselves have helped augment tbe magnitude. We have not been sure of the name signed, or the sentiment expressed, or whether the reply was affirmative or negative. Thr ugh in distinct penmanship last wills and testa ments have been defeated, widows and orphans robbed of their inheritance, railroad trains brought Into collision through tha dim words of a telegram put into the hand of a conductor, and regiments, in this wise, mUtnking their instructions, havebeen sacrlfled in battle. I asV-ed Bishop Cowie, In Auckland, New Zealand, tbe Bishop having been In many of the wars, what Tennyson, to hla immortal poem, "Tne Charge ot the Light Brigade," meant by the wor s, "dome one bad blundered," and the Bishop said tbat tha awful carnage at Balaklava was tba result ot an indistinctly-written and wrongly-read military crdar. "Some one bad blundered." But your nam, once written in tha Lamb's Book of Life, will be so unmistakable tbat all heaven can read It at the first glance. It will not be taken for the name of some other, so that In regara to tt there shall come to be disputation. Not one ot the miliions and billions and quad trillions of the finally save! will doubt that It means you and only you. Oh, ths glorlou, the rapturous certitude of that em ranee on the heavenly rolU Not saved in a promiscuous way. Mot put into a glorified mob. No, no! Though you came up, the worst sinner that was ever saved, and somebody who knew yon In tbis world at one time as absolutely abandoned and dissolute should say: "I never heard of your conversion and I do not believe you bava a right to be here," you could just laugh a laugh of triumph, and, turning over the leaves containing the names of the re deemed, say: "Bead it for yourself. That Is my name, written out in lull, and do you not recofrnize the handwriting? No young scribe of heaven entered tbat. No annony mcus writer put it there. Do you not see tbe tremor in the linear Do you not also see the boldnnss of tbe letters? Is it not as plain as yonder thron, as plain as yonder gate? Is it not the name unmistakable and ths handwriting unmistakable? Tbe crucified Lonl wro'e it there the day I repented and turned. Hear itl Hear it! Uy name is Written there! There! ' Them is not on earth an autograph letter or tignaiure of Christ. The only time Ha wrote out a word on earth, though He knew so w-jiI bow to wriite, Ue wrote with refer anee to having It soon shumea out by unman foot, tbe time that He stooped down and with Bia linger wrote on the ground the hypocrisy of the Pharisees. But when He writes your name in the heavenly archives, aa I believe He baa, or hope He may, tt ia to stay there from age to age, from eyole to ovale, from eaon to eaon. And so for all you Christian people I do what John O. Whlttier, the dying poet, said he wanted done In hla home. Lovely man he wasl I sat with bin a haymow a whole summer aft ernooji. and heard aim tell the story of his life. He hsd lor many years Men troubled wttn insomnia, and was a very poor sleeper, and he always had tba window curtain ot bis room up so as to see the first Intimition of stinHse. When he was breathing his last in thn morning hour. In his home in the MassanluiMtis vil lage, the nurse thought tbat the llirht of the rising sun was too strong for him, nn l so pnllad the window curtain dnvn. Tha last thing the great Qniker poet did wan to wava hla hand to have tha ourtaln np. He wantod. to depart In the full gush of tha rat rntni;. And I thought It might be helpful and in spiring to all Chriitiaa souls to hsvn mora light about the future, so I pull up tha our taln In the glorious sunrise of my tt t an t aay, "BMoJoe that your names ara writtni In heaven. Brine on your dox ilogles! Wava your palms! Shout your victoria! I'uil up all the eurtaini of bright avoactntions! Ye i! hoist the window Itself aoi let thn p-rfinn of the "morning glories" of th I King's gar den ootne in. and tha musl of harps all a ti amble with symphonies, and t sound of the Surf of seas dashing to tha foot of tha throne ot God and tha Lamb. Bat there Is only one word on all this s'l'i Ject of Divine ohirography In benren t!mt oonfoses me, and that is thesainli niverh whlen St. John adds when he qnotoi thetext In Bevelatlon and speaks of aomn "whosa names are not written In the Book ot Lite; of the Lamb slain." Oh, that awful alrcr'i "not!" By full submission to Christ tba Lord, bave the way all clear I betwesn yon and the sublime registration of your nnma this moment. Why not look up to see tbat they are all ready to put your mni among tha blissful immortals? There Is thn mighty volume: It Is wide open. Thnre l-i the pen: It Is from the wing ot the "Ansel of the New Covenant." There is the ink: It is red from the Calvareen sacrifice. And there is the Divine Boribe: the glorious I.orl who wrote your father's Daw, and your moth er's name there, and your chil l's name there, and who Is ready to write your n ime there. Will yon consent tbnt Ha do It? Be fore I say "Amen" to this service, ask lllra to do It I watt a moment for ths tremen dous action of yonr will, for It is only an action of your wilt Hera some ona savs, "Lord Jesus, with pen plucked from angelic Wing, and dipped In the red ink of Golgotha, write there either tbat which ts now my earthly name or that which shall be my heavenly name." I pause a second longer that all may eonsent The pea of the Divine Boribe Is In the fingers an t is lifted and la lowvred, and it touohes ths shluing page, and the word Is trace 1, in trembling and bold and unmistakable letters. He has put It down In the right lae. And If there ba In all this assembly a hope iess ease, so-called hopeless by yourself and ithers, I take the responsibility of s iying that there is a place in that Book whore your name would exactly fit in, and look beauti ful, and you can, quicker than I can clap m; hands together, bava it there. A religious meeting was thrown open, and all those who could testify ot the converting prace of God were asked to speak. Silence reigned a mo ment, and then a man covered with ths marks of dissipation arose and said: "You ran sea from my looks what I have been, but I am now a saved man. When I left home a thousand miles from here I had so disgraced my father's name tbat be said, 'As you an going away I have only two things to ask ol you, first, that you will never come homi again, and next, you will change your name.1 I promised. I have not heard my real nami for years. I went the whole round ot sin, nntu there was no lower depth to intnom. But I am by the grace of Ood a changed man. I wrote home asking forgiveness foi my waywardness, and here ara two le'ters, one from my father and another from my sister. My mother died of a broken heart. But these two letters ask ma to come home, and boys, 1 start to-morrow morning." Ths fact was tbat his name was written la heaven, where I pray God all of our namnt may be written though so unworthy are tbs bast of os, and aU of us. It you lava erei been la the thick woods and hnard the sound of village bells you know tha sound Is hin dered and muffled by the foliage, though somewhat sweet, but as you come to thi edge of tbe woods the sounds become clearer, and mora charming and when you step oui from the deep shsdows into the sunlight yot hear tha full, round, mellifluous ringing o tbe balls. Oh! ye, down In the thick shadow of unbelief and who hear omy tbe fain, notes ot this Gospel bell, come out Into till clear sunlight of p trdou aud peace, and heat the full ohime of eternal harmonies from al tbe towers of heaven. Oh! Come out of thi woodsl lie Happened to Know He is. "Well, by Geuive!" lie said to u fellow-passenger on the rear platform of a Baker st.eet car, ' but of all tbe outlandish hats I ever saw ou a wotnau tbat takes the cak-e! I mean that woman near tbe front door uu tha right" 'Yes. she looks like afoul:" replied the other. -The idea ot a woman 40 years old netting such a bat as tbat must make all ber relatives tired." Ves, It probably does. " "1 woDder if she tiai an; Idea Low homely abe U?" continued the first, who seemed greatly put out "Not a bit of It. She Imagines she's real pretty and stylish. Tbat sort always does," "Pretty! Stylish! Why. you might travel for a month arid not Bnd an other such homely woman, and as fot her style she looks as If she had come out of the woods." "Yes, you are rljfhU" "If my wife was such a cbrumo ai that I'd leave her. ' Even the chil dren grin as they look at her." "Her husband bas threatened to leave her, but It did no Rood," quietly replied Na 2. "Oh! then you know him?" "Yes." Hers occurred a painful pause, lasting a full minute, during which tbe two men avoldod looking at each other. Finally No. 1 made a (treat effort, and aald: "Maybe you are tbe husband blm aelf?M "Yea, I'm tbe one," answered No. 2, 'and if it won't make no great difference to you we'll change the subject and talk aboat tbe weather. Do you think we've bad rain enough for corn, and potatoes?" But Na 1 saw a man on the cor. oer who owed blm $2 or something or other and hurriedly Jumped oft to collect it and get down tbe aide street Free Press. Willing to Try. Presence of mind and willingness are good qualities In a servant M. Martina's new valet possessed these qualities though be certainly had his faults. A day or two after Baptist came M. Martins Inquired where be was. He went out, and baa not re turned," some one said. Three days late; Baptlste came back. "Where bare you been?" bis em ployer demanded. "Monsieur, I bad seen your house but once," replied Baptlste, "and it took me all tbis time to find it again." "That Is a very poor excuse," said M. Martin's sternly. Is It?" Certainly it is." Baptlste was disturbed, but he re membered bis duty. "Very well, monsieur," be said, blandly, "if you will step into the next room aod wait a moment 1 will try to find you another. ... :t
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