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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.
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