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MIFFLINTOWN. JUNIATA COUNTY. PENNA.. WEDNESDAY. FEBRUARY 3. 1897.
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CHAPTER V.-(Contlnuei3.)
"Dear little thing," said Hannington,
a be folded up the letter and put it into
hi pocketbook. "She is halt afraid, 2
can aee, that I shall think that b ha
been too quick in giving btr heart to the
flrat bold wooer. Pretty creaturel I'l
go on Saturday and allay her fears, am
dry her eyes with kisses. I don't aee wb;
we shouldn't be married immediately
What will Val Gildaroy say to that,
wonder? If she only had the money t
know very well which I should choose.
But there's no chance. If I don't make a
great coup with an heiress before long I
shall be floored. Indeed."
He spoke lightly about the matter even
to himself; but he was rather unusually
nerrons when be set out on Saturday
afternoon to pay bis Tlsit to Miss Rae
bura. "Will you walk this way, sir, please?"
aid a lolemn-vlsaged maid in black,
who opened the door to him at Thorn
bank. The maid led him to a small room at the
nd of a long passage a place to which,
as be suspected, the women of the fam
ily had betaken themselves in their bout
f trouble.
The room was not very light. The ser
vant had shut the door before Hanning
ton was quite sura that Stella was alons
In the room with him. She came for
ward very quietly a slender figure nil Id
black and held out her hand as if aooul
to greet an ordinary visitor. He gathered
her in his arms, and kissed her on th
brow, but for the first few seconds did not
ay a word. The silent tenderness of his
greeting almost overcame poor Stella's
power of endurance.
She lay, trembling from head to foot,
poo bis shoulder; he could just see he(
cheek, and noticed that It was very
white; the lttle hands which clang to hiir
were limp and cold.
"My darling, how you must have suf
fered!" Hannington said at length, lis
led her to a sofa and seated himself De
cide her, with his arm round ber waist.
He was surprised to hear no outburst of
motion, no sob9 of grief. But outbursts
f any kind were not in Stella's way.
She raised her head from the shoulder
n which he had tried to make it rest.
Her eyelids were red and worn with weep
ing and sleeplessness, but her voice and
ananner were very calm.
"It has been Lard," she said. "I sup
pose you know all all abont it from
the newspapers?" The little catch in hei
voice was very pathetic, even to Hun
tington's ear.
"I know something, of course. It was
very sad; but, my darling, you must not
let your mind dwell upon it. He must
have been ill, you know; not accountable
for his actions at the time. It was a sort
of delirium."
"Oh, yea, I know that," said Stella
quietly. "Dear papa was far too good to
nd his life in that way if he had been In
Bis right mind. So kind so loving so
tender-hearted! Nobody could doubt If
who knew him who knew him as well as
Aunt Jacky and I! It ehows how up
right he must have been, that these busi
ness troubles should prey on bis mind so
much, and even affect his brain at last!
Half of it was for my sake, I believe.
Am if I would not have been Just as happy
1b cottage as in a palace- far happier
Indeed than In this big. overgrown, new
place, which I don't like half so well ae
Mr old house in the N'ethergate."
"lit had business trouhles, then?" said
Hannington, a sudden qualm of fear as
smiling hi in.
"Oh, yes! Did you not know? It was
In to-day's psper; but perhaps yon bare
aot noticed it. lie was not so rich as
people thought him to be, and that preyed
upon his mind. Hs is not a bankrupt, but
the house and everything will have to be
old at once, and Aunt Jacky and I will
have only a pittance to Uve upon. But
yon must not be sorry for me, dear," aha
aid, suddenly breaking off at the sight of
a Strang expression on Hannirgton'i
face; "as long as I have yon, I want noth
ing else! And you will not love me any
ts less If I am a beggar, will you?"
CHAPTER VL
Hannington was aghast. And eves at
that moment not only for hi own sake.
H was sorry for Stella, thougn he was
snore sorry for himself. Stella Raeburn
beggar! Could this be true?"
"It is bad news," he Mid, not able to
keep the dismay out of his voice.
"Yon will not lore me the less, will yon,
John?"
"No, dear, oh, no. Bnt we can't dis
guise the fact, Stella It may make
material difference In oar plans for the
future. I I am not rich." He could
not give this hint without perfectly genu
ine agitation. It eeemed to him that fate
had played him a cruel trick.
1 know," said Stella, lipping her tittle
hand oh, so confidingly into his nerve
less finger, ''yon told me that in the
heat. Bat wo are young and strong: w
ma work and wait surely? It may not
ko tee so very long. I apeak French and
lusaur. yon know, and my
iid tinging an pretty good; I don't
i X ahoaM and any difficulty la find
mg enildrcn to teach. Don't you apr-rove
of my plan?"
"It is a horrible idea," aaid Hanning
ton, suddenly rising to pace the room.
"You are not fit to work. And I I am
a poor, miserable dog, with barely a six
pence In the world. I I don't see what
we are to do."
"Wo moat wait," aaid Bulla, softly.
"Tea, we must wait," ho aaid, in almost
an eager tone. "We really cannot dedd
a jathinf Just yjk Uojg f j Ja
T.sit j you? Triads in Dunkeld, perhapi
something will turn up we must not be
rash, you know, Stella. When should
you go?"
"Next week. I think. The sooner ws
are out! of the house th- better There
is to be a sale."
"l'ou see I shall not be able to staj
much longer in this neighborhood," said
Hannington, rather nervously. "My visit
to the Esquharts terminates next week,
and I I don't quite know what I am
going to do then. You will let me know
your movements?"
For almost the first time Stella felt
hurt and chilled. She lifted her eyes with
a lovely reproach in their azure depths.
"Of course I shall, John."
He bit his lip. "And I shall see yon
again or write to you," he said. "I think
I must really be getting off; I shall only
Just be In time to dress for dinner."
Stella was a little surprised. "It Is five
o'clock," she said. "I thought they did
not dine till eight at the Towers. You
will take tome tee before yon go?"
"Thanks; no, I would rather not. You
will give kind messages from me to your
aunt? I must see her another time."
Ho was becoming extremely anxious to
get away.
"May I tell her, John?"
"Xo, I think not, dear. Not just yet.
darling," he said, turning his eyes away,
and trying to speak softly. "I will write."
He kissed her as be spoke. She had no
idea that he meant his kiss for an eternal
farewell. She clang to him tremulously
and looked piteotRly into bis lace. "Must
you go?" she asked.
"I must, indeed. Good-by, my little
darling. Don't try to keep me, there's a
good girl. I'll write."
Stella next day sent him a t'mid little
note to say that she and her aunt were
leaving- Dundee on the Thursday of that
week. She inclosed her address, and ven
tured to add a sorrowful hope that he
would write to btr very soon.
"The sooner the better, perhaps," said
Hannington to himself. The task was a
hard one even for bim, and he had some
difficulty In performing it. But a letter
was written and dispatched on the Fri
day. Some delay occurred in Miss Raeburn'.
arrangements, however, and it was not
nntll Satnrday afternoon that Stella and
her aunt arrived at Dunkeld and were
met by their friends at the railway sta
tion. Mrs. Sinclair was not a constant
resident in Scotland, but she lived at
Dunkeld when she was a girl, and waa
exceedingly fond of the place. She and
her husband had taken a bouse for the
season, and, as they were much attached
to Stella, they determined to keep her
and her aunt with them for as long
time as they would stay.
Stella looked admiringly at the hills
and the beautiful old town, as she was
driven from the station in an open car
riage toward St. Anselm's the bouse
which Mr. and Mrs. Sinclair occupied.
For a little while the shadow of her great
grief seemed to lift itself as she looked at
the exquisite landscape around her, and
heard the historic names of hill and vale.
Suddenly Mrs. Sinclair uttered an ex
clamation. "I declare If I hadn't forgotten It till
now! There has been a letter waiting for
yon since yesterday, my dear Stella. I
brought it with me, in case you might like
to have It at once. Open it or not, just
as you please."
She hand -d the girl an envelope, ad
dressed to Stella, in John Hannington'
handwriting.
Stella hesitated, with the letter In her
lap. Then, seeing that Mr. Sinclair was
speaking to the coachman and that Mrs.
Sinclair was attending closely to Miss
Jacky'a crisp sentences, she ventured in
pite of the beating of her heart to open
the letter and peep at the contents.
Then she looked up. The scene was
what it had always bean, but It had sud
denly lost all charm for her. For In his
letter John Hannington had not minced
matter. He could not marry a poor
woman; he would not could not ask her
to wait for him; he renounced all pre
tension to her hand. In short, he gave
her Up, utterly and entirely because she
was poor.
CHAPTER VIL
Stella did not faint or cry out. She sat
perfectly still, the letter crushed In her
hand, her face white to the lips.
The carriage presently left the main
road and turned up a narrow lane to the
left. - St. Anselm's sfvod on high ground
nd overlooked the town and river; it
possessed a splendid site, and the on!y
thing to be regretted was the fact that
the house itself was square, common
iaea aad not particular!? large. But
Stella saw nothing; her eyes were blind
Wi.u grief.
The poor child was dimly thankful to be
left alone at last in the great chamber
7hich Mrs. Sinclair had assigned to ber.
.te threw herself on the bed and wept,
as only young creatures can weep in the
hour of trial with an otter hopelessness
and despair of the future, than which, we
learn in later years, nothing can be more
futile.
She was sufficiently prostrate next daj
to be unable to rise, and the doctor who
was sent for talked about a severe nerr
ons shock, and the advisability of keep
ing her quiet. Stella turned her face to
the wall, and hoped and longed that she
was going to die. Surely ahe could not g-j
on living with the cold hand of despair
upon her heart?
But youth is strong and life is sweet in
spite of passionate asservations to the
contrary. In a few days Stella was
downstair again out on the lawn walk
iaa feebly, at at, and than Xi&flS Vgac
vigor, aloug the snndy lanes and over
the heathery hills, aud then ahe recog
nized the fact she was not going to die,
lint to live, and that, in spite of the pain
at her heart, she must begin to look for
her work in life.
"I suppose that I must go to Glasgow
or Edinburgh," Stella reflected sorrowful
ly. "I thought Aunt Jacky would like
tsuiihcitl better; that was all. And also,
perhaps, that Mrs. Sinclair could find me
lomt-thing. But she seems to know no-
It was in October when she came to
rhis ruiK-luaioifc She set out one after
noon for a long ramble a longer one, In-
:eed, than her aunt or her friends would
have thought advisable; but she was a
,;iod walker. She was accompanied by
a s;londid colly dog which beloused to
Mr. Sinclair, but had attached himself
almost exclusively to Stella since the be
L'inuing of her visit. She passed through
Dunkeld, and turned up the road which
ran past the village of Inver, toward the
Humbling Bridge and the Hermitage
Tails.
She bad got well np the hill, and was
standing to look once more at the view,
when she was roused from her dreamy
mood by the aound of horses' hoofs. A
party of some half dozen ridera came
down the road. At the first two or three
Stella did not even glance; but as the
fourth passed she became conscious that
the gentleman had made a quick move
ment as if to raise his hat, and then re
frained, seeing that she either did not see
him or did not mean to look at him.
Stella had just time to bow to Mr. Donald
Vereker. She looked instinctively at the
next couple, and then the color flashed
into ber pale face. It was John Hanning
ton and a lady a very handsome woman,
by-the-by, with a good -deal of color aad
very black hair and eyes.'
Hannington did an extremely foolish
thing. He did not often lose his self-control,
but for a moment he certainly lost It
now. Without waiting for Stella to bow
first, he impulsively raised hi hat. In
spite of the hot, tell-tale color in her face,
however, Stella had spirit enough not to
return the salutation. She looked him
steadily in the face and passed him by.
Hannington' dark face grew purple with
rage and shame.
"The cut direct!" said hi companion,
no other than Lady Val, who never
spared bim when she got an opportunity
of lashing him with her tongue. "What
does that mean. Jack? Did not that un
commonly pretty girl recognize you, or
does she mean to decline your acquaint
ance?"
"I'm sure I don't know," said Hanning
ton, giving a savage cut to his horse'a
flanks. "I suppose she doe not remem
ber me; or perhaps I am mistaken in her
face."
"Why, that wa Miss Raeburn," said
Donald, unsusplcously. "The girl whom
we met at Balmerino, don't yon know
the very day of ber father's suicide. She's
ost all ber money and ha left Dundee
1 didn't know she was in this part of the
world."
"Oh." said Lady VaL She shut her lips
rather tightly and kept a thoughtful si
ence for some minutes; then joined her
friends in front. Hannington waa left in
the rear, with a very sullen expression on
his face.
"Confound the girl!" he said to himself.
T'd sooner that had happened before
anybody rather than Val Gilderoy. She
docs badger one so, and she ia so abom
inably sharp. I should never have thought
that Stella would show so much spirit!
But It was deuced awkward for me, and
I owe her a grudge for it. So look out.
Miss Stella Raeburn; for If I can do you
a bad turn by way of paying you out one
of these days I shall do it. I'll make you
apologize or smart for it. Yon forget that
I've got a number of pretty love letters
of your at home. I'U keep them now."
(To he Continued.!
FIRST PERSON PLURAL.
Editor Who Feara the Time-Honor
We" May Ba Overruled.
Soma kind-hearted editor In New
England ha furnished a sew example
of the misuse of the prerogative of edi
tors and king. A lady correspondent
wrote bim, recommending raw pota
toes for aithma. She said the had tried
them, eating one every evening Just
before she went to bed, and. In short,
the effect waa all that the most exact
ing before-and-after photographer
could require. So ahe recommended
them to all the similarly afflicted read
ers of the New England publication
aforesaid, and asked the editor if be
would not be good enough to try the
remedy himself, o that he could apeak
with authority.
Thl placed the editor In a rather un
pleasant predicament. He, however,
gracefully avoided the difficulty by re
plying editorially to this effect:
"We have great confidence in this
kind lady Is regard to her own case and
other cited, but our stomach 1 a rath
er delicate one, and our digestion even
of cooked potatoes none of the best."
It 1 such curiosities of editorial Eng
lish as this that threatens the ruin of
the first person plural. Already cer
tain of our contemporaries which have
a fine taste for humor (notably Life and
the Brooklyn Eagle) have started the
fashion. We suspect that they have
done so Is order that they may have
many jokes at the expense of those
newspapers which still say "we" on
all possible occasions. The Washington
Post will sot be long In following their
lead. It refers often In Its brisk, crisp
paragraphs to such well-known phrases
as "We have a new Methodist minister
In our midst," and It will doubtless hall
with glee the editorial utterance quot
ed above.
If the first person plural Is to stay.
something must be done to convince
editors at large that while their mental
faculties belong In a sense to their read-,
era, and while on Questions of public
policy what "we" think and what "our"
policy la, and how a certain proposal
strikes "us," makes good reading, the i
first person plural does not extend to
the editor'' personality, and therefore
that references to the editorial stomach
should be strictly In the singular. Here
la a subject for the schools of "Journal
ism." Syracuse Post.
Never say die until yon are dead,
and then it is no use, bo let it alone.
Common so nee is not in the same
claw as geniw1, but it often gets more
rolid comfort out f life.
Most men suffer a good deal left
from conscience than from indiges
tion. It is doubtfol if we can truly own
anything for which we are not grate
ful. Truth baa nothing to fear from the
future.
AND A I
21
TVasibTe Cure for Cancer.
A Russian physician. Doctor Den
isenko, has been experimenting with
the sap or the "wartwort," a plant of
the spurge family, as a possible cure for
cancer. In a St Petersburg medical
Journal be gives particulars of seven
rases in which he has applied the treat
ment with apparent success. The sap
of the wartwort is of a poisonous na
ture, and can be used only under care
ful medical supervision.
tl'hr X-Kajrs Barn the Mtlu.
Mr. Tesla also points out. in the Elec
trical Review, what he considers to bo
the cause of the singular sunburn ef
fects produced by X-rays impinging
upon the hands. It is cot the rays
theuselves which cause the Injury, he
says, but the ozone generated by thein
in contact with the skin. Nitrous acid,
produced electrically from the nitrogen
la the air, may also be responsible to a
email extent. The best means of pro
tecting the bands is to prevent the ac
cess of air to them while the exposure
is going on. This may be accomplished
by Immersion In oil.
FrrtlHxln-r with Electricity.
Mr. Nikola Tesla, the electrical expert
and Inventor, has recently suggested
the possibility of emptying electricity
as a fertilizing agent for the soil. The
currents produced by perfected electri
cal oscillators, he says, are capable of
causing the chemical combination of
the nitrogen with the oxygen of the at
mosphere. If this combination were
carried on upon an Industrial scale,
which he thinks Is possible, then the
product could be used as a fertilizer,
and In his polnton the benefits to hu
manity would be Incalculable.
Plant, that Follow Man.
In Wew Zealand no less than fire hun
dred species of plants have been Intro
duced and acclimated since the coloni
zation of the islands. The presence
of these plants there is ascribed, direct
ly or Indirectly, to the presence of civ
ilized man. They have followed him,
and, curiously enough, have driven be
fore them some of the plants indigenous
to the soil. Most of the invaders are
small species, yet they have prevailed
over largo and vigorous native speehs.
Man Is a conqueror, and plants and ani
mals which are able to thrive in his
presence, and under the condition
Which he creates, are overrunning the
world in the wake of his conquests.
Frncyon'a Companion.
Many years ago the great German
mathematician, Bessel, announced that
both Sirlus and Procyon popularly
known as the dog-stars possessed in
visible companions revolving around
them. He was led to this conclusion by
studying the motions of those stars. In
1SC2 the companion of Sirlus waa dis
covered with the telescope, and during
the present year it has reappeared,
after being Invisible for six years
through too close proximity to Its bril
liant comrade. Quickly following the
reappearance of Sirius' companion has
also come the discovery of the compan
ion of Procyon, which had never been
seen until Professor Schaebeile caught
sight of it with the great telescope of
the Lick Observatory a few weeks ago.
It la a very minute star, of only the
thirteenth magnitude.
A Fos.ll Tree in New Jersey.
Trunks of trees changed to stone,
from which magnificent specimens of
banded agate can be cut, are found in
the Yellowstone Valley, In Arizona, and
elsewhere In the West, but eaat of the
Mississippi euch things are very rare.
Recently, however, a foesll tree, be
longing to the pine family, was discov
ered at Llndenwold, New Jersey. The
trunk, or what remains of It, is twenty
six feet long, seven and one-half feet
In diameter at the larger end ad rap
Idly tapering for a distance of twelve
feet to a point where, when living, it
bad branched. At this place the diame
ter Is still no less than five feet The
wood has been completely eiliclfied, but
unfortunately the structure la so fragile
that attempts to obtain a section of it
have failed.
Shot Ahead of Armor Aaaln.
Only a few years ago a process was
discovered by means of which the ar
mor plates of war ships could be so
hardened on the face that the best pro
jectiles were shattered on striking
them. This was regarded as a decisive
victory for armor over guns. Recently,
however, the tables have been turned
once more. The first step, according
to the Scientific American, was the
placing of a cap of soft steel on the
point of the projectile. This enabled
the shot to penetrate the armor plate
by preventing the breaking of the
point. Then increased velocity was
given to the shot by the use of Improved
powder. The result was that a six-Inch
solid shot was sent through ten Inches
of face-hardened steel, twelve Inches of
oak-backing and three additional
plates, each seven-sixteenths of an
Inch thick, after which the shot prac
tically unimpaired, burled Itself eight
feet In a bank of sand. The experi
ments were made In this country, and
both the best armor and the beet shots
are of American Invention.
Eight Shot at a Bear.
- Bear or other wild animal which
take up the practice of preying on do
mestic creatures will become very bold
if left practically unmolested fr a
time. A. newspaper of Eugene, Ore.,
tells how the sheepfolds, ptg-pens and
ben-roosts of a locality near that town
were ravaged by a certain black beat
nntll be eeemed to have acquired a no
tion that all the domestic animals of
the neighborhood were his especial
property, and that no one would inter
fere with hi enjoyment of them. He
frightened women and children, and
became the terror of the region.
Qne toudr aisftt h killed wtsb
artieep which belonged t Mr. W. Work
man. The next day Mr. Workman re
mainrd quietly at home, not caring to
employ the Sabbath In a raid on the
audiu'ious beast of prey, and hardly
supposing that he would return Imme
diately; but that day the bear came
into the grounds and attacked a couple
of hogs.
Mr. Workman heard the animals
squealing. Ascertaining the cause of It,
he summoned a neighbor, Mr. Arnold,
and with several dogs the two men
hurried in pursuit of the bear, which
by this time was making off toward
his retreat on Cache Creek Mountain.
One of the pigs was still squealing, and
this guided the pursuers.
Mr. Workman secured a shot at tht
bear, but missed. The dogs then treed
him; the hunters came up, and Mr. Ar
nold sent a shot at tho bear which
brought him to the ground, wounded,'
bdt still In fighting trim. Then the dogs
all closed on him, and the scrimmage
which followed had quite the appear
ance of a heap of foot-ball player
struggling over the ball.
Neither man dared to fire at the heap
for fear of killiug one of the dogs, all
of which were favorites. And yet the
bear was sure to kill some of them un
less something was done. Mr. Work
man had approached very near In an
attempt to get In a shot somewhere,
when the bear suddenly made a rush at
him, and Mr. Workman as suddenly
decamped. Rut be started too late to
prevent the bear from seizing hold of
his pantaloons; and these garments the
animal pulled quite off the man. For
tunately the dogs, all taking a fresh
hold, succeeded in diverting the bear's
attention so that Mr. Workman e
caped.
The fight proceeded, and from time
to time the men succeeded In getting
a rifle-shot Into the bear's body. He
fought on, apparently not 6erIously
hurt. At last, however, bis strength
began to flag, and after eight rifle-balls
had entered his body, and he bad been
much torn and worried by the dogs,
the animal succumbed, and was finish
ed by the settlers' knives. He dressed
five hundred pounds.
RUSSIA'S PENAL SYSTEM.
One of It. Principles 1 Productive
of the Greatest Good.
While the administration of the Rus
sian penal system la very generally to
be condemned, says Dr. Benjamin How
ard, an English surgeon, who has made
a study of the subject and who is an
authority on penology, there is one of
1M principles that deserves to be cop
led, and that la the principle of pro
ductive labor. In so far aa the admin
istration of affairs rests with individu
als, abases very often creep in, and
thus it U possible that one prison may
be undr-r humane principles while an
other may be an institution of horrors.
But th6 principle of productive labor
bears good results. After a convict's
term of two years' Imprisonment Is over
there is nothing to prevent him, within
three to five years, becoming within
certain geographical limits a free man.
A political exile or a murderer in Sag
haiien lives with his family in a well
built and often pretty, four-roomed cot
tage, with its court yard vestibule and
garden.
The Island la populated mostly by
murderer or by persons guilty of simi
larly serious crimes. They work peace
fully and quietly on their farms and
walk about the streets to all appear
ances free men. Russian convicts, in
stead of being a heavy charge on the
resources of the country, are a source
of revenue. Convict labor has added to
the Russian empire an Island the length
of England, not an acre or which was
previously under cultivation, and It is
only the population of Siberia by these
people that has made possible the line
of the Trans-Siberian Railway the
ravy of the whole world.
Electric Roads In Europe.
There are now 660 mile of electric
roads in Europe, an Increase of 123
miles during the year. The number of
ears ha increased from 1,238 to 1,747.
Germany leads, with 250 miles of track
and 837 cars. Then comes France,
with 82 miles and 225 cars; Great
Britain, with 63 miles and ICS cars;
and Austr-vHungary, with 45 miles
and 167 cars. Russia ha one line
with six miles of track and thirty-two
moter cars. Of the 111 European lines
Bl are worked by the overhead trolley
system; three, one each In Germany,
England and Hungary, by an under
ground current; nine by an Insulated
central rail; and eight by storage bat
teries. The Perversity of Cbimnea.
"The hardest problem the builder has
to wrestle with," said a "well-known
member of the profession recently, "la
the chimney. What the heathen Chi
nee la to the human race and the left
handed mole to the animal kingdom,
the chimney la to the various appurten
ances that go to make up a human habi
tation. There la no safe rule for the
construction of chimneys. You can
build a chimney all right in theory, but
when It comes down to practice that is
mother matter. Build two chimneys
;ide by aide In precisely the same man
ner. Employ the beat killed labor and
construct them on exactly the same
principles. One may draw all right and
the other one smoke like a Choctaw.
Yes, sir, the chimney Is beyond all un
derstanding and any builder will tell
you so." New Orleans Times-Democrat.
With tbe Accent on the Eye.
When Milton Lackaye first appeared
In San Francisco he was Introduced to
hi audience by T. Daniel Frawley.
After a few eulogistic remarks Fraw
ley said:
"Many people mispronounce Mr.
Lackaye' name. It is Lack-eye, not
Lackey."
"All right, Mr. Frawl-eye," shouted
a gallery god. '
Contra! aTtuwpe) 5no5 a lea.
Oentral Ettrope was a vast sea atad
fled with Islands In the great reptile
age.
If the moon Is red or has many red
spot expect a cold and stormy winter;
but If only a few spots ae tiatslo the
winter will be mild.
REV. DR. TALMAGE
Tbs Baltwat Divine's
Oi
Subject: "Heavenly Recognition.1
TXT:
Xil, 23.
I shall go to him." II Samuel
Thoro is a very slok chill la the abode o
David the kiatr. Disease, which stalks np
tho dark lane of tka poor and puts its smoth
ering hand on 1 p and nostril ot the wan and
wasted also mounts the palace stairs and
bndlug over th pillow blovrj Into fe face
of the youuit pnn th frosts of pnln and
Ocath. Tears ant wine to the king of terrors.
AIhs for David tn Kin. H can neither
slenp nor e:it an I lie prostrated on his face
weeping and wailia until tns pa aus rings
with the omcry ot woe.
What ar eourtlv attendants, or victorious
armiest. or conquered province nader auoh
circumstance?? What to any parent Is all
sp undid surrounding when his child is sick?
Seven lavs have passed on. There In that
irreat house two eyelids are KentlT close li
tiro little hands fol.leJ, tiro little feet quiet,
one heart Mill. The servants come to bearl
tbe tidings to the tin it. bat they cnoaot
make up their mlmis to tell him, and they
stand at the door whispering about th mit
tei. and DhvI 1 bears them, and he looks up
mid says to them: "Is th child dasd?"
Xea, he Is dead."
Davii rouses himself op, washes himself,
puts ou new apparel an-1 sits down to food.
Woat power bushed that tempest? What
strength was it tbat lifted up that king
who n RTi-f had dethrone I? Ob, It was tbe
thought that he would ootne again Into the
possession of that darling child. No grave,
digger's spade could hide him. The wintry
blasts of death conld not put out tbe bright
light. Tnere would be a fortre somewhere
that with silver hammer would weld the
broken links. Iu a city where the hoots of
the pale horse never strike the pavement he
would clasp his lost treasure. He wipe
away the tears from his eyes, and he clears
the choking gri t from his throat and ex
c Bin?. "I s nil go to him."
Wat David t ieht or wrong? If wa part on
earth, wi 1 we meet again in the next world't
'Well," ays some ono, "that seems to be an
tm- islljill'i y. Heaven Is so large a place we
2 jver could find our kludred there. "Going In
to some ciiy, without having appointed a time
and place lor meeting, you might wander
arouml for weeks and tor months, and per
haps for years, and never see each other.and
heaven is vaster than all earthly ottie to
gether. And how are you going to find your
departed friend in that country? It la so vast
a realm. John went up one mountain of in
vpiratlon. nnd he locked off npon the multl
tude.and he sold, "Thousands of thousands."
Then he came up upon a greater altitude of
Inspiration and looked off upon It again, and
he said, "Ten thousand times tea thousand"
And then he came on a higher mount of in
spiration and looked oft again, and he said,
' A hundrei and forty and four thousand
aud thousands of thousands." And be came
on a still greater height of Inspiration, and
he loosed off again and exslaimed, "A great
multitude that bo man can number."
Sow, I aak, bow are you gol:g to Had
your friends in sues a throng as that? Is
not this idea we have been entertaining,
after all. a falsity? Is this doctrine of future
recognition o' friends la heaven a guess, a
myth, a whim, or is It a granitio foundation
upon which the soul pierced of all ages may
build a glorloua hope? intense question!
Every heart in this audience throbs right
Into it. There is in every soul here the tomb
of at least one dead. Tremendous question!
It makes tbe lip quiver: and the oheek flush,
an 1 the entire nature thrill. Shall we know
each other there? I get letters almost every
month asking me to discuss this subject. I
get a letter in a bold, sonolarly haul, on gilt
edged paper, asking me to n locus this ques
tl n, aod I 9ny. '-Ah, tbat Is a curious man,
an I he wants a curious question solved!"
But I get another letter. It Is written with a
trembling hand and on what seems to be a
torn out lea' of a book, and there an i here Is
the mnrk of a tear, and I say, "Oh, that is a
broken heart, nnd it wants to be comforted!"
The object of this sermon la to take this
theory out ot tre region ot surmise and
speculation Into the region of positive cer
tainty. People say. "I: would be very
fileas ant if that doctrine were true. I hope
t may be true. Perbaps it is true. I wish
it were true." But I believe that I oan bring
an accumulation of argument to bear upon
:his matter which will prove the doctrine of
future recognition as plainly as that there 1
any heaven at all, an 1 tbat the kiss of re
union at the celestial gate will be aa certain
as the dying kiss at tbedoorof thesepulrher.
Now, when you are going to build ship
you must g-t the right kind of timber. You
lay the keel and make tbe framework of the
ve y best materials tho keelson, stanchions,
plauk shear, counter timber, knees, transoms
all iron or solid onlc You may build a
sh p of lighter m terial, but when the cyclone
comes on it will go down. Now, we may
have a great many beiotlful theo ies about
the future world hullt out of our own fancy,
and they mav do very well as lunsr as w
have smooth sa ling in the world, but when
the stottns of sorrow come upon us, and tbe
hurricane ot death, we will beswamped w
will be foundered. We want a theory built
out of God's eternal word. The doctrine of
future recognition Is not so oftea positively
stated In the word of God as implied, and
you know, my friends, tbat tbat is, after all,
the strongest mode ot affirmation. Your
friend travels In foreign lan Is. He comes
home. He does not begin by arguing with
you to prove th it there are such plaoe a
London and Stockholm anJ Paris and Dres
den nnd Herlin, but his conversation Implies
It. And so this Bible does not so positively
state this theory as, all np and down its
chapter-, take It "for granted.
What does my text imply? "I shall go to
him " ffsst consolation would It be to
David to go to hiseilildif he would not know
him? Would David have been Slewed to
record this anticipation for the Inspection of
nil aces If it were a groundless anticipation?
We read in tbe ftrt book of tbe Bible: Abra
ham died and was gathered to Ids people.
Jacob died and was gathered to bis people.
Moses died and was gathored to bis people,
Wvt people? Why, their friends, their com
ra, tbelr old companions. Of course It
means tbat. It cannot mean anything el,
bo in the very beginning, of th Bible four
times that Is taken for granted. Tbe who!
New Testament Is an arbor over whlob this
doctrine creeps lite a luxurant vine full of
the purple clusters of consolation. James,
John and Peter fcllowrd Ctrlst Into th
mountain. A light falls from heaven on
that mountain and lifts it Into th glories ot
the celestial. Christ's garments glow aod His
face shines Ilka the sun. The door ft heaven
wiiiun open. Two spirits come down and
alight on that mountain. Th disciples look
at them and recognize them a3 Moses and
Ellas. Now, if these dlsclplot standing on
the earth could lecognlze these two spirits
who bad been for year in beaven, do yow
tell me that we, with our heavenly eveslgut,
will not be able to recognize those who have
gone out from among us only live, ten,
twenty, thirty years ago?
The Bible indicates over and over again
that the angels know eaab other, and then
the Bible fays that we are to be higher 'ban
the angels, and it the angels have the power
of recognition, shall not e, who are t. b
higher than tliey In th next realm, have as
good eyesight aud as gocd c.pacity? What
did Christ mean In His conversation with
Mary and Martha wheu He said, "Thy
brother shall rise again?" It was as rouen
as to eay: -Don't cry. Don't war your
selves out with this trouble. You wU. fee
Him seam. Thy brother shall rise again."
Tbe Bible de-cribe neaven as a great
homecireie. Wet!, now. tb.it would be
I verv queer home circle where the members
did not know racn otner. J ne mom ae
scrtbs death a a sleep. If we know each
other before we go to sleep, shall We not
know each other a'tr we wake up? Oh.
yo. We will know eah other a great deal
belter then than now, "Fur now." says the
apostle, -we see through a glass darkly, but
hen f see. to face." It will be m purified,
enthroned and glorified bo.ly razing on yout
purified, enthroned aud glorified body.
Now, I demand. If you believe the Bible,
that you take this theory of future recogni
tion out of the realm of speculation and sur
mlselnto the region ot positive certainty,
and no more keen saying: "I hope it is so,
I have an idea It is so. 1 guess it is so." Bt
able to say, with all the contracted energy
of body, mini and soul, "I know It Is so!"
- There are tn addition to these Blbl argu
ments other reasons why t accept this theory, f
in tie nt I tco, heoause the rejection or It
implies the entire obliteration of our memory.
Can it be pssiiile that w. shall forget for
ever those with whose walk, look, mannet
we have been slons familiar? Wid death
come an I w It h a shnrp, keen blade bow awa
this facu.ty of memory? Abraham said t:
Dives, "Jou, remember." If the exiled am!
the lost remember, will not the enthroned
remember?
You know very well that our joy in an:
eirenmstauce is augmented by the compan
ionship of our friends. We cannot see a
picture with less than four eyes, or he ir a
oog with leas than four ears. We want
someone beside us with whom to exchange
glances and sympathies, and I suppose tht
joy ot beaven is to bn augmented by the fact
that we are to have our friends with us when
ther rise before us the thrones of the
blessed, aud when there surges up tnour eat
the Jubilate of thesaved. Heaven is not s
contraction. It is an ejoansion. If 1 know
?ou here, I will know you better there. Her?
see you with only two eyes, but there the
soul shall have a million eyes. It wi.l be
Immortality gazing ou immortality ran
some I spirit In colloquy with ransomeJ
aolrlt victor beside victor. When John
Kvans, the Seotch minister, was seated in
his study, bis wife came In and said to him,
"My dear, do you think we will know each
other in heaven?" He turned to ber and
said, "My dear, do you think we will hf
bigger fools in beaven than we are here?"
Again, I accept this doctrine of futurt
recognition because the world's expectancy
afBrms It. In all Innds and agea this theory
Is received. What form of religion planted
it? No form of religion, for It is received
under all forms of religion. Then, I arcue,
sentiment, a feeling, an anticipation,
universally plantei, must have b en God
Implanted, and it Oo I implanted It is right
fully implanted. 8ocrates writes: "Who
would not part with a great deal to purchase
a meeting with Orpheus and Hornet? If it
be true that this is to bj tbe consequence of
de ttb, I could even be able to die oiten."
Again, I adopt this theory because then
are features of moral temperament and
features of the soul tbat will distinguish
as forever. How do we know each other In
this world? Is it merely by the color ot the
ye, or the length ot the bnlr, or tbe facial
proportions? Ob, no. It is by the disposi
tion as well, by natural affinity, using tbe
word In tbe very best sense and not iu tbe
bad sense, and if In tbe dust our body should
perish and lie there forever, and there should
be no resurrection, still the soul has enough
feature and the disposition has enoug!) fea
tures to mnlce us distinguishable. I can un
derstand how in sickness a man will become
so dellr.ous that he will not know his own
friends, but will we be blasted with such
Insufferable idiocy tbat, standing beside our
best friends for all eternity, we will never
guess who they are?
Again, I think that one reason why wa
ought to accept this doctrine is bec.:u-e wa
never In this world have an opportunity to
give thanks to those to whom we are spirit
ually Indebted. The joy of heaven, we are
told, is to be inaugurated by a review of
life's work. These Christian men and wo
men who have been tolling for Christ, have
they seen the full result of their work? Oh,
oo!
In the church at 8omerville. N. J., John
Vredenbur-ih preached for a ureat many
years. He felt that his ministry was a
failure, although he was a faithful minister
preaobing the gospel all the time. He died,
and died amid discouragements, and went
home to God. for no one ever doubted that
John Vredenburgh was a good Cnriitiau
minister. A little while after his death
there came a roat awakening In Somerril!e,
and one Kabbattt 20U souls stood up at the
Ch istian altar espous ng the cau99 of Ctirist,
among them my own father and mother.
And what was peculiar in regard to nearly
all of those 'iO I souls was that they dated
their religious impression from tho ministry
of John Vredenbur,'b. Will that (rood Chrl;.
tian man before the throne of 5od never
meet those souls brought to Christ tliroui;!i
his instrumentality? Oh, of cour-e lie will
know Ihem. I temember one Sabbath after
noon, borne down with the sense of my sins
aud knowiuf; not Go I, I took up Doddridge's
"Rise and lr"i;re-s." Oh, wtmt a dnrk
afternoon it was. and I rend the chanter.-,
and I read the prayers, and I tried to m:il;ii
Ihe prayers my own. Oh, I mut ao Philip
Doddrictite. A glorious old book be wrote!
It is out of fashion now.
There Is a mother before the throne of God.
Ion say i rr joy is full. Is it? You say there
(an be no atig.in'iitation of it. Cannot titer
be? Her sou wns a wanderer and a vagabond
on the earth when that good mother died.
He broke her ol I heart. She died leaving
him in the wilderness of sin. She is before
thelbtone of God now. Years pass, and lu:it
son repents of his crimes and gives his heart
to God and becomes a useful Christina mv
dies an 1 enters tbe gates of heaven. You
tell me that th it mother's JoycaiDot b ) aue
mentei? L"t t hum confront eaoh oih-'r, the
son and the D-oi her. Oh." she say-to the
angels of Go.!, "rejoice with jne' Tho dead
is alive asaiu, and the I09t is foun 1. Halle
luiah! I never expeetedto se this lost one
eome back.' Tbe Bible says Nations are to
be bornin a dav. When China ccm-s to Go 1.
will it net know Dr. Abeel? When Indi i
comes, will it not know Dr. John Scud. let ?
When the Indians come to God, will I hey not
know David Brainerd"'
I see a sou! entering heaven at last, with
covered face at the idea that it has doue so
little for Chiist and feeling borne down wii'i
unworthiness, and It says to itself, "I have
no right to bo here." A voloa from a throne
says: Oh, you forget thst 8untay-soliool
eiass you invite-l to Christ! I was one ot
them." And another voice says: '-Yon for
get that poor man to whom you gave a loa'
of bread and told of the heavenly bread. I
was that man. ' And another says: "You
foiget that sick one to whom von gave me 11-ein-i
for tbe body and the soul. 1 was that
on." And then Christ, from throne over
topping all the rest, will say. "Inasmuch as
ye did It to one of the least of these, you dl 1
it to me." And then the seraphs will take
their harps from the side of th9 throne and
cry. '-Wnat song shall it be?" And Christ,
bending over tbe barpers. .'.hall tav, "It
hall be the harvest home!''
One more reason wby I am dispose 1 to
"aooept th!5 dD2!f'n ot future recognition Is
tbat so many In their last hour ou earth
have confirmed this theory. 1 speSR ifcSJ
persons who have been delirious In their
last moment aud knew not what thsy wore
about, 'out ot persons who died In calmness
and plaoldtty, and who were not naturally
superstition-. Often the glories of heaven
have atruolc the dying pillow, and the de
parting man has said be saw and heard those
who ha I gone avajMiom him. How often
it !la tart dying moments parents sea their
departed children and children see their de
parted parents! team down to the banks
of the Mohawk Biver, It was evening, and I
wanted to go over the river, and so 1 waved
bi hat aod shouted, and after a while I saw
some one waving on the opposite bank, and
1 heard aim snout, ana tne boat oaue across
and I got tn and was transported. And so 1 j
suppose It will be in thn evening of our life.
We will come down to the river of death and
give a signal to our friends on the otht
shore, and they will give a signal ba:-lt to it?,
ani the boat comes, and our departed
kindred are the oarsmen, the fires of the set
ting day tinging tbe topi of the paddlej.
Heaven U not a stately, formal place, as i
sometimes bear It dn cribed, a very frigidity
of splendor, where people statid nn colil
forxall.le" end go around about with h av
erov;ns ot gold on their heads. No, tbat h
not my Idea ot beaven. Mv idea of faeavec
ia moro lli:e this : Yon are seated Iu tht
evening tide by tbe fireplace, your wholi
family there, or nearly nil of them thi-ro.
While you are seated talking and enjoytnt
th evening boar there is a kuook nt thi
door and the door opens, and there com
n a brother that has beau long absent. He
las been long absent, for years you have
jot seen him, and no sooner do you m-jke
pyour mind tbat it Is certainly he tbau vou
lean up, aad the question I. Who shall give
fm the first embrace? That Is my idea of
salting for us. Oh, will you not know your
sother's voice there? She wno nai always
wiled you by your first name lonz after
tthere bad given you th formal "mister?"
fou were never anything but James or John,
ar George or Thomas, or Mary or Florence
to her. Will yon not know your child's
roloe? 9he of the bright eye and ruddy
jheek an i the quiet step, who came in from
plav and flung herself into your lap, a very
mower of mirth and beauty? Why, the pic
ture Is graven tn your soul. It cannot we ir
out. It that little ono should stand on the
other side of some heavenly hill an t call to
yon, you would hear her voice above the
burst of heaven's great orchestra. Know itl
fou could not help but know It.
fiowjbrlnir youth) glorious consolation
e recognition, i, v,ui .:ou ., ti-t tni.s
th iryin"o your heart, it would lilt a ureat
mnny t-ha lows th it are f.treieiiiu,. h.txs if.
When I was a la i, I u-d to co out to the
railroad traeK itu 1 put my er dowu on the
'.rack, and I could henr the express tmia
rumbling miles away nn I coming on. nnd
to-day, my friouds, if we onlv liu 1 Inlth
enoug.t we coul l put our ear do--u to the
prrave of our dead an I listen and h-nr in the
distance the rumbling on of the chariots of
resurrection vietcrv.
O heaven! Sweet heaven! You do not
spell heaven as you used tospu'l i" h-e-a-v-e-n,
huaven. Hut now wh-n yiu wsut lo
stwll that word, you pla-e side by si lo the
races of the loved oos who are c mo and la
that irradiation of light an I Iom an 1 beauty
and joy you spell it out as never before, in
Bongs an t hallelula is. Oil, ye who) hearts
are down under the sod of the e-'nietery,
: lifter up at the thought of thU r-iinion!
Oh, how much you w II have to tell thorn
when onee you meet them!
Ot. how dlff 'tent it is ou earth from the
way It Is In heaveu when a Cliris'im dies!
We s-iy, "Close his eye?." Iu h-'uv u tliey
ay, "Give him a palm." Oo e irili wo say,
"Let him down in the ground." in he.av--n
they say, "Hoist him on a tliroin-." On
earth it i-", "Farewell, fa-ewell." In heaven
It is. "Wolootue, welcome.'' And -o I see a
Christian soul eoniin dowu to t :e river of
dath, aud he steps into the river, and the
water comes up to the ankle. Hi says,
"I.or 1 Je-ius, is tills death?" "No," says
Christ, "this is not de ith." And ho wades
rtlll deeper dowu into tbe witor until the
3ood comes to the knee, and lie says. "Lord
fesus, tell me, te'.l me lb this death?" And
Christ says. "No. no; this Is not death." And
ae wales still farther down until the wive
iomes to tho girlie, nn 1 the soul savs, "Lord
Jesus, is this death?'' No," says Christ,
"th s is not." An I deeper in wades tho soul
till the billow strikes the Hp, and the depart
ing one cries. "Lord Jesus, Is thti death?"
"No," says Christ, "this Is not." But when
Cnrist bad lifted this soul on a throne ot
lory, and all the pomp and Joy ot heaven
.ame surging to its feat, then Christ s iid,
'This, 0 transponel soul, this is death!"
JACKETS OR NO JACKETS
Thle Is Mot a Fashion Article, bnt Is
Interestlna to vVomasklnd-
It Is rarely in this country that pota
toes are boiled before they are peeled,
or, la tbe old-fashioned way of express
ing It, In their "Jackets." and yet In
Ireland the very headquarters of thut
vegetable, sucb a thing Is scarcely
known as pre-peellng them. Those who
have never tried them In this way are
advised to do so some day, when they
can make sure they are Brought to the
table the moment they are done, and
not allowed to stand any length of time
before they are eaten. Select those of
equal size, allow them, after washing
and scrubbing thoroughly, to stand
covered with cold water for half an
hour, then throw Into plenty of boiling
water, and after boiling twenty min
utes prick to the heart with a two
pronged fori-.; If not soft cook a little
longer, drain, sprinkle with salt, return
to the range, sad when tbe saucepan Is
hot, toes them, to allow the salt to
shake evenly through and to dry well,
place In a warm napkin on a red-hot
plate and serve with good, sweet but
ter. The flavor of the 6nowy, fleecy
morsels, taken from the Jackets and
buttered as they are eaten, will be
found to be much better than If peled
before boiling; Indeed, epicures declare
they can detect the difference at once,
and as the most nutrition part of n po
tato La next to the ekln none of this Id
lost.
Potatoes In their Jackets make a suit
able adjunct to oysters baked and
served in the shell. Wash and scrub
the oysters, put them In a larpe baking
pan In a hot oven, and In live minutes
or less they will begin to open and must
be sent to tbe table at once, six apiece
on hot plates. It Is well to have a
small red dolley at each plate with
which to grasp the oyster while1 opeu
tag. Grilled sardines are also particu
larly good with these samo potatoes;
they are very 6avory, yet easily pre
pared. Grilling Is merely another name
for broiling, and unless one poKsessos a
perforated broiler, not expensive, bow
ever, shaped like a waffle Iron, which
comes on purpose to cook articles that
would elip through tbe ordinary grid
Iron or broiler, they may be cooked
easily, quickly and satisfactorily by
proceeding as follows: Make the trying
pan or chafing dish sizzling hot, drop
In a teaspoonf ul of sweet butter, or use
the oil In which the 6ardlnee are pack
ed as preferred. The pan must be kept
very hot, when the fish will brown al
most Instantly on oue side, then turn
ed, browned on the other, and they are
ready to be served on toasted crackers
or squares of toast softened with boulll
lon. Tbe butcher will supply rnarruw
bones on purpose for grilling, an J they,
too, fit In excellently with potatoes in
their Jackets, as would scallops, done
to a golden brown In bolllDg olive oil,
fried shrimps, roasted crabs and th
like.
People who have an open grate with
a ijOjSC 2? C? hard coal, possess the
nieejrwrth the aJ33o of a chafing
dish, that make possible ft momt
ory suppers imaginable, sad may as
light tb!r friends by novel Invitation)
to sop, with the words "potatoes la
tbelr Jackets" added, instead of "danc
ing." "cards," or Wtmt not
l:ood for Thought.
He i
friend to the friendless.
The
pole.
pond ia an ocean to the
li
Tt is better to dave little talent and
a noble purpose, than much talent and
no purpoce.
What makes it so hard lo believe
that a man who is nice to you is as bad
as your mother knows ho is"
How it would Rotten ti e push of the
door in Hie liook agent's fat e Gne
tiuiPf, it we could see the little hands
ihat aiieicn out lo him lor hiead.
The mau who would have the power
to move mountains, must begin ou
grains of sand.
The truly valiant dare everything
except doing any other body an in-
J
When anme peop! have nothing to
9ay, they sesm to talk the inoft.
Kvery dollar some men get, in
creases their chance (f missing heaveu.
Nothing pays smaller dividends in
spiritual results, than making a spe
cialty of discovering the shortcoming
of other folk.
A large part of the Pneat iron and
steel of commerce U made from mag
netic ore.
nf fu;u