D F. BOHWEIEB,
THE OONHT1T U TION-THE UNION-AND THE ENFORCEMENT OF THE LAWS.
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VOL. LI.
MIFFLINTOWN. JUNIATA COUNTY. PENNA.. WEDNESDAY. MAKCH 17. 1897.
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CHAPTER XVI. Continued.
"Only for five minutes, at present!" she,
aid. "You way have heard an old story
about no uncle of mine who made an
enormous fortune in America many years
ago. There was a lawsuit about his
money; it has been going on for some
time, and none of us thought that we
should ever benefit by what he left. We
have gained the case. I suppose that I
myself shall soon be a millionairess, if
there is such a word. What do yon think
of that. Master Jack? Oh, Jack, I'm so
glad."
She stretched out both ber hands to
him. There was the loveliest look of joy
and tenderness in her eyes. Hanning
ton held her hands, but made no other
sign. He was growing white about the
lips.
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"Do you see. Jack?" she went on.
was hoping that this would come true: 1
and I did not want you to throw yourself
away on a child like Molly Moncrieff for
the sake of her trumpery little fortune."
"Why didn't you warn me? Wh?
didn't you tell me this before?" said Jack
wringing her hands wildly in his own
without thinking what be did. "Oh, Val,
if I had but known!"
"But what difference does it make?"
said Lady Val, with wide-open, unsus
picions eyes. "I could not tell you then
because I was not sure indeed, I did not
know till within the last few days. Yoa
know, of course, that Molly won't be a.;-
to touch a farthing of ber money oi;tl
she is twenty-one, if she marries witbvjt
ber father's consent. As she is ba-vly
eighteen now, it would hardly suit you to
marry her and wait three years in po.er
- ty. would it?" - - - i ' '
She was startled by the ejaculation that
fell from Uannington's lips. I
"I have ruined myself for nothing,
then!" be exclaimed.
She looked at bis pale face and frown
ing brows, and a faint suspicion bean to
creep into her mind.
"I never knew till to-day that you cared:
for me, Val." he said. "If 1 had kwn
oh, how different life would have been for
both of us! Kiss me, darling just once;
kiss me and tell me that you love me. 1
have loved you all these years, and tried
hard to tight it down. You are die only
woman in the world, as I have often told
you, that I ever loved!"
She was not frightened by the loarsely
spoken words, by the rough emtrace, or
the man's passion of love and gref pas
sion such as she had never thotgbt him
capable of before. She lifted, her face
and allowed him to press his lip to hers
for one moment of mingled diss and
. agony. Then she drew her fact away.
"There!" she said. "Yea, I love yoo.
Jack, with all my heart, and I always
have loved you, and I have always done
my best, as far as I knew 1", for your
welfare. It is because I love you that I
don't want you to do or say aiytbing now
that you may live to regret. So tell me
plainly what all this means."
"It means, Val," groaned Hannington,
heavily, "that although I loved you 1
married Molly Moncrieff this morning,
and that she Is here in Glasgow with
oe."
CHAPTER XVIL
The household at Torres tnuir had been
aroused at dead of night by noises which
were as alarming as they were myste
rious. A cry, a scuffle, and a pistol shot,
followed (as some of the servants de
clared) by the sound of hastily retreat
ing footsteps and carriage wheels along
the road, caused much excitement, and
It was generally thought that the place
had been entered by burglars, who had
been disturbed at their work. This theory
was at first corroborated by the fact that
Mr. Moncrieff, on proceeding to the tow
er, fonnd the doors open, and his son
and brother-ln-taw lying Incapacitated on
the floor of Kingscott's sitting-room. Ber
tie was quite unconscious; he seemed to
have been stunned by a severe blow on
the head; and Kingscott's left arm was
found to be broken, and even shattered,
by a shot from the revolver, which, as
Moncrieff noted with surprise, bore Ber
tie's name engraved upon it, and could
not, therefore, be a burglar's weapon.
He was turning away, when hia atten
tion was arrested by a word from Kings
cott's lips. Stella was bending over him
and trying to do something for his arm:
but the word he uttered made her hand
fall suddenly to her side. "Hannington,"
he said.
Stella half raised herself, glanced round
ber, and said, almost below her breath:
"Where is Molly."
She thought that Alan would, if he
could, have annihilated her on the spot
"In her room, of course," he answered,
sternly. "Yon are unnerved, Stella.
What is Rnlph saying? Attend to Bertie
I will look after Ralph. Do you know
me, Ralph? Who did this? Who has
been here?"
"Hannington."
Kingscott opened his eyes. A contrac
tion of pain crossed bis brow. "What!
Did he shoot me?" he asked, trying to
it np, bat turning whiter than ever with
the effort as he moved. "The young
scoundrel T'
Of whom are yon soeaking, Ralph?"
"Of Bertie, of course. Isn't his revol
ver anywhere about? He shot me. 1 tell
you, whether by accident of not, I can't
say. I think I knocked him down in re
turn. "I'm afraid that Molly Molly has
eloped with Hannington. They were steal
ing out by the door in the tower when I
came upon them. Molly had a bag; aha
was in her cloak and hat. Bertie was
wun mem vernaps ne meani w go wo, i
can t say. I rushed forward to atop j
Molly-and yon see the result.
teniug to her, uisband's aide. The gray
change in his w ee alarmed her. "Alan, it
can't be true.""
l-'ie put her hand on his arm, but h
re. ilsed her. speaking harshly in his
"Vim this your secret?" he said,
ere you helping my daughter to bring
dirace upon my name?"
"Alan, don't say such a cruel thing. I
knew that Mr. Uannington had met her
I was trying to put an end to it I had
no idea that Molly ever thought of leav
ing us in this way! Ob, cannot we stop
htr? Cannot we bring her back?"
"Too late," said AJan, grimly. "If I
could, I would not dot. Molly is no long
er a child of mine. I hare done with bei
forever. And If Bertie has helped her
to disgrace herself In this war 1
will-
"No. Alan, don't aaj aaythiof Just
Du(V." Stella pleaded, as she hastened
to Bertie s side, for the lad's eyes un
closed with a bewildered dr.
"What is it? What does it mean?"
murmured Bertie.
"Don't talk yet," said Stella, gently.
"Do you feel any pain? We must have
I yon taken to your room when you are
auie to move, ana tne doctor will be here
directly."
"I'm not hurt," said Bert.!, in a strong
er voice. "Only a little dazed, I think.
What was my father saying about we?
I did not understand "
"You had better hold your tongue,"
said Kingscott, from the couch on which
he was lying, in tones rendered harsh,
presumably by pain. "Yon can do no
good by talking."
-Stella was sorry to see that the lad
cowered when these words were spoken
as though they contained a threat. She
redoubled her attentions to him, and was
rewarded presently by finding that, al
though still sick and faint, he was able
to move without difficulty; then, think
ing that she could be of no nse at pres
ent to Kingscott, she went away from
the tower to make inquiries about Molly,
and to give any orders that might be re
quired. After a considerable search, Stella
found a letter addressed to herself in
Molly's room. It was short, but clear
enough.
"As you are so determined to prevent
my marriage with Jack,' wrote Molly,
"we have thought it better to take mat
ters into our own hands. Jack Is wait
ing for me with a carriage in the road.
We shall not go to Dunkeld or to Perth,
so you need not look for us there. Ws
shall be married to-morrd morning, and
then I will write again. I have written
to my father, and 1 hope that he will not
be angry with us. Indeed, I would not
have taken this way if yoi.bad not driven
me into it by trying to coVie between me
and Jack. I am sorry fir my father's
sake, but not for anything else, because
I love Jack better than anybody in the
world."
She had signed ber. full name at the
end "Mary Helen Moncrieff."
Stella was cut to the heart by one sen
tence: "I wonld not have taken this way
if you bad not driven me into '.t by trying
to come between me and Jack "
Mnst she show her husband this letter,
in which that accusing sentence seemed
to stand out with such terribls distinct
ness? She winced at Its latter words
"trying to come between me aid Jack."
What would Alan think of thrt? She
dared not consider; she thrust tk. letter
into her pocket, resolving to show it to
him at once, without regard to conse
quences. But this she fonnd impossible.
He had locked himself into hia study, and
answered when ahe knocked with a re
quest that he might be left alone. His
tones were muffled and nnnaturaL
Stella thought, aa ahe lingered wistful
ly outside his door, she was almost cer
tain that ahe heard the sound of tioea
heart-rending sobs which are the last ex
pression of a strong man's agony. Then
she was summoned away by th. an
nouncement of the doctor's arrival, and
found herself abliged to explain the state
of affairs to him, and to conduct him ts
bis patients.
She did not gsin access to her b en
band until the afternoon.
"I wanted to tell you," Stella bogan,
but ber husband hastily interrupted her.
"Not just now. Tell me nothing at
present. I have not heard Rx-'ph's story
Vet, or Bertie's."
"But mine ought to come first," said
Stella, quietly.
She began her story at once the story
of Lady Valeacia's warning, of her ex
pedition to Tomgarrow, and her inter
view with Hannington and Molly. Het
voire faltered a little as she told of the
week's respite that she had given the
lovers never dreaming that they would
take advantage of her trust in them to
cut the Qordian knot in this discreditable
n ay. There was a moment's pause when
she had finished.
"This is all you know!" said Alan, in
the dry, hard voice which sounded so lit
tle like his own.
"Yes."
"And it did not strike yon that yonr
first daty in the matter was to me? that
I ought to have been told at once?"
"I am very sorry," murmured Stella.
"You have no more to say at present,
I suppose? There are other things to be
touched on later just now Molly's affairs
nitist come first."
Stella went with him to Kingscott's
rooms in the tower. Ralph was in bed,
evidently suffering much pain, but quits
disposed to give bis version of the story
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Bertie WM alllo preW!nt. He lootea white
and dUlre8Sed and did not Teotw u t
take a chair. And then Ralph was re
quested to state what he knew.
He gave his account much as be bad
given it before, but not without interrup
tion. At one or two points Bertie burst
forth indignantly: "I knew nothing: I
was not in league with Molly. It was not
I who fired the revolver." And last of all:
"Then k" --- - J.:.-, i- . f.th.
er's study at one o'clock Just before
ilollv went awa"
itiugscott shook his bead pityingly. "It
is a pity that you should try to affix
blame on me. dear boy," he said. "The
only excuse I ran make for you is that
you are suffering from delusions caused
by on over-excited brain."
"1'ray, what were you doing to be out
of your room at that hour of the night?"
said Moncrieff to his son.
Bertie answered by telling his own
story; but it waa easy to see that Mon
crieff did not in the leaat believe it. He
believed in Kingscott apparently, and in
nobody else. Neither would he credit
Bertie's statement that be knew very
little about Molly's meetings with John
Hannington. Matters became worse when
Bertie, In passionate, self-vindication,
turned upon hia nncle and accused him of
treachery.
"There is one thing that I have kept
to the last," said Moncrieff, when Bertie
was silent. He spoke deliberately, but
the tightening of the lines about his
mouth told their own history of pain.
"Do any of you know this ring?"
He held up a little gold ring, with a
red stone set in brilliants in the center.
"Molly's!" exclaimed Bertie. Then he
glanced at Kingscott, flushed deeply, and
was dumb.
".Molly's, 1 believe. I found It in s
l?ked drawer n mj atudr." said bis
father, gravely. "I suppose it Is easy to
see that Molly must have been there. To
you three and to you only will I tell what
has occurred. Molly, it seems, would not
leave the house without possessing her
self of her mother's jewels. They would
have been hers in due course; I hardly
blume her for that. But this is not all.
She has taken papers, representing prop
erty to a considerable amount; and and
money." His voice grew thick, and his
head sank as he spoke. "She knew that
she was safe that she might keep her
ill gotten gains. But I I would sooner
have lain in my grave than been obliged
to acknowledge that my daughter my
inly daughter was a thief."
(To be continued.)
JOAN OF ARC BEFORE THE KING.
Her Faith In Her Mission Overcame
All Obstacle.
Her conviction waa so strong that it
gained the sympathy of the poor about
her. To these humble beings, for whom
everything Is difficulty and Impossibil
ity In life, Imagination opens a rich
field where all dreams seem credible.
They believed the dream of Joan, and
lent their aid to the accomplishment of
her miracle. This help and complicity
of the people she was to find every
where on her road. The king and the
nobles accepted her because she served
their purpose; the people believed lu
her and lent her strength. Thus from
the first step of her undertaking her
situation was clearly outlined, as it was
to be to the end to martyrdom. The
poor people gave from their poverty to
buy her a horse and vestments or war,
and a squire, Jean de Metz, won by
the popular enthusiasm, offered to ac
company ber with a few men. They set
out for Cblnon, where the court was
assembled.
The way was long and beset with
danger, bat Joan upheld the courage of
her companions. "Fear nothing," she
said; "the Lord God has chosen my
route; my brothers in paradise guide
me on the way;" and in safety they ar
rived at Cblnon. There new obstacles
arose; it was 'difficult to obtain access
to the king. Jealously guarded from all
outside Influence by his favorite La
TremoUle. But, as in a fairy tale, doors
were opened, walls fell before her
magic, and one evening the yonng peas-'
ant entered the great hall where, among
the courtiers, disguised In a modest
costume, stood the king, whom she bad
never seen. Without hesitation she
walked straight to the king, and, fall
ing on her knees, proffered her request
with so much grace and ardor that
Charles VIL was moved.
But Imposture, witchcraft even, was
suspected, and before a decision was ar
rived at, learned doctors and ecclesias
tics were called on to examine her and
scrutinize her conscience. To all the
subtleties of her examiners she an
swered with so much simplicity, so
much profundity of good sense, that
they were confounded. "There Is more
in the book of God than in yours," she
said; and added, "I know not a from b,
but I am sent of the Lord God." "The
National Hero of France," by Maurice
Boutet de MonveL In the Century.
Braved Hia Sovereign's Wrttb.
King Leopold, of Belgium, has one
subject who is ready to show his in
dependence. M. Vandendrlescbe bought
a lot in front of the King's villa at Os
tend and built a bouse on It that inter
fered with the King's view. The King
remonstrated, whereupon M. Vanden
drlescbe pulled bis house down and
built a twelve-story Iron hotel on the
lot.
A tunn'4 word ii world more at all
other times thaa when ha tells hts wife
tbt he ba ou smoney.
'i'be pond is an ocean to the tad
pole. Sarcasm is a rhetor ira 1 dower con
cealing a le.
8 me people seem to imagine thai
they emu make up tor lack ot deeds by
a surplus of words.
Real friendship is a slow grower,
and never thrives unless crafted up in
a stock of known and rcoipro?ai merit
lie mem ber to make a difference be
tween companions and friends.
Hath any wronged tliee; be bravely
revenged; slight it, and the works
begun; forgive it, and, tis finished. He
is low himself that is not above an
injury.
The wi e and brave dares own that
be was wrong.
A novel u a romance up to ths time
a hero and heroine marry; after that it
becomes an essay.
When a man takes his sister our, be
always acts as tbongh he wanted
very body to know she wasnt tis best
girl.
Trust in bard work. Inpcrile on
your banner, "Luck is a fool, tlnck is
a hero.'1
Be generous. Meanness makes
enemies and brerdi distrust.
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Oxygen in Surgery.
Remarkable results are reported to
have been obtained In England by
treating wounds with oxygen gas. Two
kinds of micro-organisms are found In
wounds, one kind being beneficent and
the other injurious in its effects. Oxy
gen causes an increase of the former
and a decrease of the latter, so that,
according to a writer in the British
Medical Journal, wounds treated with
oxygen heal more rapidly and with Iras
pain than by any other form of treat
sent. Tlis Earliest Men.
Dr. Ranke, of the German Anthrop
ological Society, recently undertook to
describe the physical characteristics of
the earliest men, as ascertained from
the examination of prehistoric graves.
They were of a yellowish color, be
said, and bad coarse hair. Their beads
were peculiarly shaped, tbe part of the
skull which contains the brain being
large relatively to the face, while the
face was small. They bad other pecu
liarities, among which was the rudi
mentary or undeveloped condition, of
the third molar, or back grinder tooth.
The Doctor believes that the first mea
originated in Asia.
Ftrawb.rrie. ss Fo.4.
In an address on "Horticulture and
Health," before tbe American Associa
tion for tbe Advancement of Science,
Prof. W. R. Lazenby dlscussed'the nu
tritive value of various fruits, and
showed that an average maa who
should undertake to live on strawber
ries a loii e would have to consume
eighty-eight pounds of them in a day
In order to obtain a sufficient quantity
of one of the most important elements
of food, protein. But while he was get
ting the proper amount of protein from
tbe strawberries, they would give him
even times too much of another neces
sary compound, namely, carbohydrates.
Forty-four pounds ot tomatoes a day
would supply nearly the right quantity
and proportion of protein, carbohy
drates and fat, the three most essential
constituents of food. Tbe chief value
of fruit consists In Its acids, which are
Important to health.
FtranKe Things on Man.
The planet Mars has recently (Decem
ber 11) been again in apposition to the
sun and consequently favorably situ
ated for telescopic observation. In
fact, astronomers have been studying it
for some months as it approached appo
sition, and have once more discerned
those curious lines on its surface called
"canals." They have also seen again the
round, or oval, spots that appear at
points where many canals meet, and to
which Mr. Lowell has given the name
of "oasea." One of the latest and most
interesting observations relates to an
"oasis" called "Trlvium Charontis." On
November 10 this spot, at which nine
"canals" meet, was seen, at Monsieur
Flammarlon's observatory near Talis,
to be double, or cut In two. Five days
earlier, at the same observatory, the
I pot bad appeared dark, broad and
single.
The Lost Arts.
If Wendell Phillips were living to-day
he would find many fresh illustrations
of ancient ingenuity for his celebrated
lecture on the "Lost Arts." Mrs. Le
Plogeon lately showed in Appleton's
Popular Science Monthly that tbe old
Peruvians must have understood the
laws of atmospherelc pressure in order
to construct the very curious jars and
vases that they have left One of these
pieces of pottery was ornamented with
the figures of two monkeys, and when
water was poured Into, or out of, the
vessel, sounds like the screeching of
monkeys were heard. Another similar
vessel had the figure of a bird which
uttered appropriate notes; another was
ornamented with a cat which mewed,
and another with snakes which hissed.
A most Ingenious water-Jar bore tbe
form of an aged woman upon whose
cheeks tears were seen to trickle, while
sobs were beard, when water was pour
ed from the jar.
Worn by the Sea.
Astonishing effects are sometimes
produced by storm billows teariitg
away beaches and bluffs on the eea
coast. But. upon tbe whole, the steady
wearing effect of the ordinary ea
waves striking, or sweoplng aloiiu, ''a
shore-line exposed to in-driving winds
Is even greater, although, being distrib
uted over a comparatively long interval
of time. It attracts less attention. Some
statistics recently published show that
on tbe eastern coast of England, be
tween Flambo rough Head and Spurn
Head, along a distance of hirt7 of
forty miles, the beach lias been retreat
ing before the onslaught of tbe ocean,
for tbe last thirty-seven years, at the
average rate of nearly six feet a year.
The same publication shows that man
sometimes unintentionally assists tbe
sea in destroying the bulwarks of the
land. This has occurred at tbe great
chalk cliffs near Dover, which have suf
fered from tbe withdrawal of a part of
tbe drifting sand accumulating at their
feet and shielding them from tbe direct
assault of the waves. Long piers con
stricted at Dover and Folkestone hare
diverted the sand and It has been found
necessary to construct heavy sea-walls
to protect the cliffs.
Freaks of Two Oats.
In a Philadelphia store there Is a cat
known as Jim. The other day a young
woman entered the store for tbe pur
pose ef paying a bill. She was given a
at on a large settee while the office
boy obtained tbe receipt. Now, the
back of this settee fasts against a rail
ing which Incloses th office. This rail
ing la very much Ilka a back yard fence,,
and for that reason Is a favorite place
for Jim. He was in this place when the
lady took tbe seat and he cast admir
ing glances at ber. She was neatly at
tired In black and bad a large stuffed
bird i har W varyUiM wa wu
until Jim spied this bird, and with a
Jump be was on her hat, much to the
alarm and fright of the lady, who in
stantly sprang to her feet, screaming
loudiy. Jim was quickly removed, but
could not be driven away while the lady
remained In tbe store. Tbe clerks are
going to give Jim a stuffed bird for a
Christmas present.
James Bell, also a resident of tbe
Quaker City, owns a pretty maltese cat,
whose only fault is kleptomania.
Madge Is tbe cat's name. Wbile Mr.
Bell was eating bis supper a few even
ings ago he was startled by a funny
noise on the stairs. Running In the
direction of the racket he beheld the
thieving cat coming down the stairs
with his gold chain In her mouth, while
the watch was bumping each step, evi
dently much to tbe delight of tbe cat
Quickly seizing his timepiece, Mr. Bell
made a lunge for tbe cat, but Madge
escaped. Lately tbe family had been
at a loss to know what Madge bad done
with her kittens. Tbeir whereabouts
were discovered by Mr. BelL who
found the tiny creatures cosily nestled
in hia new silk bat
A New Way to Clean Carpets.
There are some machines so simple
and so useful that, seeing them for tbe
first time, an observer wonders why be
did not Invent them himself. Such is
the pneumatic carpet-sweeper which
the Pullman company has recently
adopted. In this case, curiously enough,
no one knows who Invented tbe article,
which a New York Journal reporter
found In active operation is the Chi
cago yards.
Trainmen were cleaning Pullman
coaches wWeh had Just returned from
California. Several hundred yards
away from them was the power bouse,
containing the engine that compresses
air for broom service. Through under
ground pipes tbe compressed air is car
ried to the tracks.
Here a rubber hose is attached to the
connection. At tbe end of the hose is a
hollow Iron pipe, about as large as a
broom handle. The pipe terminates la
a brass fixture a foot In width and hav
ing an opening, clear across, not more
than one-thirty-second of an inch wide.
Through this aperture comes the com
pressed air at the rate of about seventy
five cubic feet a minute.
The carpets from the cars are thrown
face up on the platform, at the side of
the track, and the pneumatic instru
ment is pushed back and forth over the
nap with the brass end immediately
upon the carpet, or just above It The
air rushing against the carpet with tre
mendous velocity blows the dust and
dirt out In a cloud like the smoke from
a locomotive.
The rapidity with which the work la
done Is astonishing. Enough carpet to
cover an ordinary room Is cleaned in
less than five minutes, and so thorough
ly that no more dust could be beaten
out with a stick. .
For cleaning the upholstery In the
cars a smaller brass nozzle, only two
or three inches in width, is used, but
the operation is otherwise the same.
The Death of Willie Lincoln.
In the St Nicholas Mrs. Julia Taft
Bayne gives an interesting glimpse of
"Willie and Tad Lincoln," who were
playmates of her brother, "Budd." Mrs.
Bayne gives the following account of
the death of Willie Lincoln: On Feb. 1
Budd had a severe cold and was kept
In for a few days, and Tad reported
that "Willie had a cold, too." When
Budd returned from a visit, he said,
"Willie Is dreadfully sick; be talks
about me and the pony all the time."
My mother went to Inquire, and Mrs.
Lincoln told ber they feared typhoid
fever.
Sometimes the President would come
in, stand awhile at the foot of the bed,
and go out without speaking. Once he
laid his arms on Budd's neck as he sat
at. the bedside, and leaning over,
smoothed Willie's hair.
Although on Feb. 20, at noon, my
mother brought news from the White
House that Willie was better, saying
that he had held Budd's band and
knew him, Willie died at 5 o'clock of
that day. Tad was overcome with
grief, and was 111 for some time after.
Unique Criticism.'
It Is perhaps convenient that all the
wer Id should not be of the same mind.
yet the remarks occasionally made by
the unsophisticated upon the works of
eminent men are certainly calculated
to keep genius humble.
When Sir John Millais was painting
his famous picture, "Chill October," on
the banks of tbe Tay, In Perthshire, he
had an amusing and unflattering expe
rience with one of these critics nn
day, when bis picture was arranged,
and the artist at work, there came from
behind the hedge a voice which said.
Man, did ye never try photography?"
"No, never," replied Millais, painting
slowly. There was a pause.
'It's a hantle quicker " said ths
voice.
'Ye-es, I suppose so." Another pause.
Then came the final thrust
"An' it's malr like the place."
Evidently the unseen critic was not
the only man who found "Chill Octo
ber" little to his taste. The porter at
the railway station close to the spot
which Sir John chose for his picture,
was quite of the same mind. In order
to facilitate his work, tbe artist had a
movable platform erected on the bank
of tbe Tay, and when the water rose he
used to get the porter to assist him In
changing its position. Months after
ward, when the picture bad become
famous, a friend of Sir John's met the
porter.
'I was read In la the papers," said
that worthy, "that Matater Millais got
a thousand poun' for a plctur", and I
jeest thought it mlcht be the aae be
painted doon there," and he pointed
over his shoulder to where the Tay lay
hard by. On being assured that he bad
guessed rightly, he remarked, "Aye
and he got a thousand poun' for yonl
Weel, I wadna nae gl en half-a-crooa
for it myself."
Mot Tat 1
Tommy Tompkins Pa, waa Sana tor
Docks worth, who died the other day.
a politician or a statesman?
Tompkins Nobody knew yet, as
on; us estate hasn't keen
XMftv
REV. DR. TALMAGE.
The Eminent Divine's Sunday
Discourse.
Subject: "Invited to a Banquet.
Text:" 'Bring hither the fattel eaif and
kill It.'- Luke xv., 23.
In all agHs ot the world it hn baen custom
ary to celebrate joyful events by festivity.
The signing of treaties, the proclamation ot
peace, the inauguration of presidents, tbe
coronation ot kings, the Christinas, tbe car
riage. However much on other days of thu
year cur taln may have stinte I supply, on
Thaukstriving Day ther must be sommiiioi!
bounteous. Ami all tbe comfortable nome.
of Christendom have at some time cele
brated joyful evenls by banquet and fes
tivity. Someth .nn hns happened on tbe old
homestead greater than anything that has
nver happened t efore. A favorite son whom
tbe world supposed would become a vaga
bond and outlaw forever has got tired ol
sightseeing and has returaed to bis father's
borne. Tbe world said he would never come
back. Tbe old man alway said his son
would come back. He had been looking for
him day after day and year after year. Ha
knew he would come back. Now having re
turned to bis father's bouse tbe father pro
claims celebration. There is in the paddock
a alt tbat haa been kept up and fed to ut
most rapacity, w aa to be ready for some
occasion of joy tbat mitcht come along. Ah,
there never would be a grander day on tbe
old homestead tbao this day 1 Let the butch
ers do their work, and the housekeeper;
bring into the t Mo the smoking meat. The
musicians will tak their pWces, and the gay
groups will move up and down tbe floor.
All tne. friends and neighbors are gathered
In and an oxtra Mipply is sent out to the
table of I he servants. Tbe father presides at
tbe table and snys grace, and thanks Ood
tbat his long absent I oy Is borne again.
Ob, bow tbey missed him. bow glad they are
to have him tmek!
One bro,hitr stands pouting at '.he back
door and says: This is a great ado about
notning. This bad boy should have been
chastised instead of create I. Veal is toe
good for him!" Bu' the father says, "Noth
ing Is good enough." There sits the young
man, glad at the hearty reception, but a
shadow of sorrow flitting across his brow at
the remembrance of the trouble he had seen.
All reviy now. Lit tbe covers lift. Music
He was dead and he is nliva again! He waa
lost and he is found! By such bold imagery
does the Bible s-'t forth tbe merrymaking
wbjn a soul comes home to Qod.
rirst ot all, there is the new convert s joy.
It is no tame thing to become a Christian.
The most tremendous moment in a mm's
life is when be surrenders himself to Ood.
Tbe grandest time on tbe father's homestead
la when the boy comes back. Among the
great throng who in the parlors of our church
professed Christ one night was a young man
who next morning rang my door bell and
said: "flir, I cannot contain myself with the
joy I feel. I came here this morning to ex
press it. I have foun I more joy in Ave
minutes in serving Ood than In all tbo years
of my prodtga ity, and I came to say so."
You have seen perhaps a man running for
his temporal liberty and the officers ot the
law after him, and you saw him escape, or
afterward you hear tbe judge had pardoned
him, and how great was the iilee ot tbat res
ouad man; but It is a very tame thing, tbat,
compared with I he running for one's ever
lasting life, the terrors of the law after him
and Christ comlnn in to pardon and bless
abd rescue and save.
lou remember John Bunyan In his great
story tells bow the pilgrim put his Angers to
bis ears and ran. crying: '.'Life, life, eternal
lifel ' A poor car driver some time ago,
after years having bad to struggle to sun
port bis family, suddenly was informed tbat
a large inheritance was bis, and there was a
joy amounting to bewilderment, but that is
a small thing compared with the experience
of one when be has put in bis hands the title
deed to tbe joys, the raptures, the splendors
of heaven, and he can trnly say, "lis man
sions are mine, its temples are mine, its
songs are mine, its Qod Is mine!" Oh, it is
no tame thing to become a Christian. It is
a merrymaking, it is the killing of the
fatted calf. It is a jubilee. You know the
Bible never compares it to a funeral, but
always compares it to something delightful.
It Is more apt to be compared to a banquet
than anything else. It is compan-d ia the
Bible to water, bright, flashing water, to the
raorniug, roseate, flreworked, mountain
transfigured morning.
I wish I could to-day tnkeall the Bible ex
pressions about pardon, and peace, and lire,
and o-mfort, and hope, and heaven, ami
twist tbem into on garland and put it on
the brow of tho humblest child of Ood in
this assemblage an t cry, "Wear It, wear it
now. wear it forever, son of Ood, daughtet
of the Lord Ood A mighty!" Oh, tbe joy of
tbe new convert ! Oh, tbo gladness ol tha
Christian service ! Vou have seen Rome
times a man in a religious asembly get up
and give his experience. Well, .Paul gave
bis experience. He arose in the presence
of two churches, tbe church on earth and tbe
chnrch in heaven, and he said, "Now this is
my experience sorrowful, yet always re
joicing: poor, yet making many ri?h; having
nothing, yet possessing all things." If tbe
people in this bouse knew the joys of tbo
Christian religion, they would all pass over
into the kingdom of Ood tbe next moment.
When Daniel Sandeman was dying of chol
era, his attendant said, '-Have you much
pnln?"
Oh,'' be replied, "since I found tbe Lord 1
bave nev- r bad any pain except sin!" Then
they said to him, "Would yon like to send a
mesage to your fr.ends?" "Y-9, I would.
Tell them tbat only lest night the love of
Jesus came rushing into my soul like the
surges of the sea, and I had to cry out,
Stop, Lord, it is enough; stop, Lord
enough!' " Oh, tbe joys o'. this Christian re
ligion! Just pass over from those tame joys
In which you are indulging, joys of this
world, into the raptures of the gospel. The
world cannot satisfy you. You bave found
that out. Alexander longing for other worlds
to conquer an. I yet drowned in his own bot
tle; Byron whipped by disquietudes around
tbe world; Voltaire cursing h s own soul
while all the streets of Paris were applaud
ing him; H-nry II consuming with hatred
against poo;- Thomas a Becket
all illustrations of tbe fact that this
world cannot make a man happy.
The very man who poisoned the pommel of
tbe saddle on which Queen Elizabeth rode
shouted in the street. "God save the Queen!"
One moment the world app'ands. and the
next moment the world snath- matizea. Ob,
eome over Into this greater joy, this sublime
solace, this magnificent beatitude! Tbenfgbt
after the tattle of Shiiob, and there were
thousands of wounded on the field, and the
ambulances had not come, one Christian
soldier lying there a-dying under the star
light bean to sing:
Tbere is a land of pure delight.
And when he came to the next line there
were scores of voices singing:
Where saints immortal reign.
The song was caught np all thrcugh tbe
fields among the wounded until It was said
tbem were at least 10,000 wounded men unit
ing their voices ns tbey came to tbe verse
There everlusting spring abides
And never withering floweis.
'Tis but a narrow stream divides
'ibis heavenly Inn J from ours.
Oh, it Is a great religion to live by and a
great religion to die by! There is only one
heart throb between you and tbat religion.
Just look into the face of yonr pardoning
Ood and surrender yourself for time and for
eternity, and He is yours and heaven is
yours and all is yours. Home of you, like
tbe young man 61 the text, nave gone far
astray. I know not the history, but yon
know It, you know it. When a young man
went forth into life, the legend says, his
guardian angel werjt torth with him, and
getting him into a Held, tbe guardian angel
swept a circle around where tbe young man
stood. It was a circle of virtue and honor
and he must not step beyond that circle.
rmed foes c.tmfl down, but were obliged
t.i halt at that circle. Tbev could not
tas. But one dav a temptress, with dia.
monded hand, etr-jlehed forth and crosso-J
that circle with tbe hand, and ths
tempted soul took it, and by that one fell
nrit, was brought bevond the circle and died.
Some of you have stepped beyond that
circle. Would you not like this day, by tbe
grave ot Ood. to step back? This. I say to
you. t? y&.ir hour ot salvation. There was
In the e!-js n hours or Queen Anne what is
eiilie 1 tiie elocfc scene. Flat down on tha
pillow In helpless sic-kness. she could not
move her head or move ber band. She was
wilting lor the hour when the ministers
of slate should gather in angry contest
and worrie I and worn out by the com
hour, and in momentary' absence o
the nurse, in the power, the strange
power, v.-nirh delirium sometimes giv--9
one. she arose and stood in front of tha
clock nn l stood there watching the clock
when the nurse returned. The nurse said,
"Do you see anything peculiar about tbat
clock'r" tb made no answer, but soon
died. There is a clock scene in every his
tory, if some of you would rise from the
bed of lethargy and come out from your de
lirium of sin and look on the clock of your
destiny this moment, you would see and
bear something you have not seen or heard
before, and every tick of the minute, and
every stroke of the hour and every swing of
the pendulum would say, "Now, now. now,
now!" Oh, come home to your Father's
house! Come home, O prodigal, from the
wilderness! Come home, come home!
But I notice that when the prodigal came,
there was the father's joy. He did not gr-t
him with any formal "How do you do?'' He
old not come out and say: "You are unfit to
enter. Go nnd wash iu the trough by the
well, and tbi-n you can come in. We have
had enough trouble with you." Ah, no!
When the proprietor of that estate pro
claimed festival. It was an outburst of a
father's love and a father's joy. Ood Is yonr
father. I have not much sympathy with
the description of Ood I sometimes hear, a
though He were a Turkish sultan, hard
and unsympathetic, and listening not
to the cry of His subjects. A man
told me he raw in one of tbe
eastern lands a king riding along,
and two men were in altercation and one
charged the otherwith baviog eaten bis rice,
and tbe king said, "Then slay the man, and
by post mortem examination II J whether
be has eaten the rice." An t he was slain.
Ab, the cruelty of a scene like tbat! Our
Ood is not a sultan, not a despot, but a
Father kind, loving, forgiving and He
makes all heaven ring again when a prodigal
comes back. "I bave no pleasure," He savs,
"In the death of htm thit dieth.'' All maj
be saved. If a man does not get to heaven,
it Is because be will not go there. Nc
difference tbe color, no difference the
history, no difference the antecedents,
no difference the surroundings, no dif
ference tbe sin. When the white horses
of Christ's victory are brought out to
celebrate the eternal triumph, you may
ride one of them, and as Ood is greater than
all, His joy is greater, and when a soul
comes back there is in His heart the
surging of an infinite ocean of gla
ness, and to express that gladness It
takes all tho rivers of pleasure, all
the thrones ot pomp and sll the nges of
eternity. It is a joy deeper than all depth
and higher than all height and wider than
all width and vaster than all im
mensity. It overtops, it undergirds.
It outweighs all. tbe united ep endor
and joy of the universe and wno can
tell what God's joy fs'r You remember read
ing the btory of a king who on some great
day of festivity scattered silver and gold
among the people, who sent valuable presents
to bis court.ers, but methinks, when a soul
comes back, Ood is so glad that to express
bis joy He flings out new worlds into space
and kindles up new sums and rolls among
tbe white robed anthems of tbe redeemed a
greater halleluiah, while with a voice tbat
reverberates among tbe mountains of frank
incense and is echoed back from the ever
lasting gates he cries, "This, my son, was
dead, and he is alive again!''
At the opening of the exposition in New
Orleans I saw a Mexican flutist, and ho
played the solo, and then afterward tbe eight
at ten bands of music, accompanied by tbe
great organ, came in. but tbe sound of that
one flute ns compared with all the orchestras
was greater than alt the combined joy of the
universe when compared with the resound
ing heart of Almighty Ood. For ten years a
father went three times a day to the depot.
His son went off in aggravating circum
stances, but the father said, "He will come
back " The strain was too much and his,uis dea,i 1)0jy wIlh OI)e sillIu r,rov!s.
mind parted, and threetimesadaythe lather , . ., . . ., . , ,
went. Iu the early morning ho watched
the train, its arrival, tbe stepping out
of the passengers and then tbe departure
ofthetraiu. At noon be was there again
watching the advance of the train, watching
the departure. At night he was there again,
watchidg the coming, watching the going,
for ten years. He was sure his son would
come back. God bos been watching and
waiting for pone of you. my brothers, ten
years, tweulyyears, thirtyyears, forty years,
perhaps lifiy years, widliug, waiting,
watching, waiching and if now the prodlgai
should comi home, what a scene of gladness
and festivity, nnd haw tbe great Father's
heart would rejoice at your coming home.
You wdl co'.ue, soma of you, will you not?
lou win, you win. ,
I notice also that wheu a prodigal comes
home there is the joy of the ministers of re-
ligion . Oh, it is a grand thing to preacb this i
gosppl! I know there has been a gre it deal
said about the trials and the hardships of ;
tbe Christian ministry. I wish somebody
would write a good rousing book about Ibe
joys of the Christian ministry, Bince I en-
tared the profession I bave seen more of the
goodness of Ood than I will be able to cele
brate In ail eternity. I know some boost
about their equilibrium, and they do not
rise into enthusiasm, and tbey do not break
down with emotion, but I confess to you
plainly that when I see a man coming to Ood
and giving up bis sin I feel in body, mind
ana soul a transport, wnen l see a man
bound band and foot in evil habit emanci
pated, I rejoice over it as though it were my
own emancipation.
I notice n Iso when the prodigal comes back
all earnest Christians rejoice. If you stood
on Montaulc point and ther was a hurricane
at sea, and it was blowing toward the shore.
sod a ve-sul crashed into tbe rocks, and you
w people get ashore in the It'eboaU, and
:he very last man got on tbe rocks in sarety,
you could not control your joy. And it is a
glad time when the church of Oo1 sees men
who are tossed on the ocean of tbeir
sins plant their feet on tbe rock
Christ Jesus. Oh, when prodigals come
home, just hear the Christians sing. Just
bear tbe Christians pray. It Is not a stereo
typed supplication we bave heard over and
over again for twenty years, but a putting of
tne rase in tne nanus ot uod wttn nn Impor
tunate plea-ling. No long prayers. Men
never pray at great length nuless tbey have
uothingto say and tbeir beans are bard and
cold. All tbe prayers In the Bible that were
answered were short prayers. "Ood be
mercitul to me a si oner. "Lord, that I may
receive my sight." "Lord, save me, or J
perish."
Once mors I temnrk that when th pro I-
igal gets back the inhabitants of heowen
keep festal. I an very certain of it. If you
bave never seen a telegraph chart vou have
no Idea how many cities are connected to
gether, and how many lams. Nearly all the
neighbc.rhooos or the earth seem reticulated,
and news flies from city to city and from
continent le continent. But more rapidly
go the tidings from earth to heaven, nnd
when a prodlgai returns it is announced be
fore the throne of Ood. And if these souls
now present should enter tha kingdom there
would be some one in the heavenly kingdom
to say: "That's my father," 'That's my
mother," "That's my son," "That's the one
I used to pray for." "That's the one for
wnom l wept so many tears, and one soul
would fay "Hosanna!" and another soul
would say "Halleluiah!" 1
Pleased with the news, the saints below
In songs tbe tongues employ.
Beyond tbe skies tbe tidings go,
And heaven is filled with jojr.
I7or nncr''!s cn their Joy contain,
Dot kind! with uew Are.
The sinner lost is found, tbey sin?.
And strike the sounding lyre.
At the banquet of Lncullus sat Cicero the
orator, at the Macedonian festival sat Philip
the conqueror, at. the Grecian banquet sat
Hocrates th philosopher, but at our Father s
table sit all the returned prodigal.', more
than conquerors. The table Is so wide its
leaves reach a-ross seas and lands. Its guests
are tbe redeemed ol earth and the gloriliet
of heaven. The ring of God's for
giveness on every hand. The robe of a
Saviour's ri-bteousnei-s airoop from every
shoulder. The win that glows in the ettps
is from the lo .vis ol 10,000 sacraments. L-t
all the redee.uedof earth and all the glorl!'ei
of heaven ris j and with gleaming chalices
drink to tho n turn of a thousand prodigals.
Bing, sing, sing! "Worthy Is the Lamb that
was slain to r!ve b-3',Z and riches an (J
honor am' Ior" and power, worl 1 without
end." That scene of jultilenee eoiues out be
fore me this mon.ent as in a sort of picture
gallery. All heaven in pictures.
Look! Look! Thoe is Chi 1st. Cuyp
painted Him for earthly galleries, and Cor
reggio an i Tintoretto and llenjutnin West
and Dore pniuted Him for earthly galleries,
but nil those pictures are eclipsed hv this
masterpiece of heaven. Christ! Christ! Thcra
is Paul, tbe hero of the 8nnhedrim, and ot
Agrippa's courtroom, and of Mars hill, aud
of Nero's Infamy, shaking his chained fist
in tbe very face of teettt chattering roy
al ity. Hero is Joshua, the fighter of
Betboron and Gibeon, the man that
postponed sundown. And here fs Vashtl,
the profligacy of tbo Persian court uuabieto
remove her veil of modesty or rend it or lift
it. And along the corridors of this picture
gallery I And other gieat heroesand heroines
David w th his harp, and Miriam with tha
cymbals, and Zcbariah with the s -roll, aud
St. John with the seven vials, and the resur
rection angel with the trumiiet. On farther
in the corridors see the faces of our loved
ones, the cough gone from the throat, the
wanness gone from tbecheek, the weariness
gone from the limbs, the languor gone from
fhe eye. Let us go up and greet them. Let
us go np and embrace them. Let us go up
and live with them. We will ! We will !
From this hilltop f c;itch a gdmpse of those
billtops where all sorrow an I sighing shall
be done away. Ob, that O i l would make
that world to us n reality! Faith in trmt
world helped old Dr. Tyog when he stood by
the casket of his dead son, whoso arm had
been torn off In the threshing machine,
death ensuing, and Dr. Tyn?, with infinite
composure, preaohod the funeral sermon of
his own beloved son. Faith in that world
helped Martin Luther without one tear
to put awav in death his favorite
child. Faith in that world helped the
dying woman to see on the sky the
le ter ,'W." and thev asked her what she
supposed that letter "W" on the sky meant.
"Oh, "she said, "don't you know? 'W' stands
for 'Welcome.'" Oil, heaven, swing open
thy gates! Oh, heaven, r.vl upon us some of
the sunshine antheuis! Oh, heaven, flash
upon us the vision of thy luster! An old
writer tells us of a ship coming from
India to France. The crow was mado up of
French sailors who had been long from
home, and as the ship came along the
coast of France the men skippel the
deck with glee, and they pointed ts the
3pires of the churches wltero they ouce
worshiped and to the hills where they
had plac ed In boyhood. lint when the ship
came into port, aud these sailors saw father
and mother ani wife nnd loved ones on the
wharf, they spraug nutmre nnd rushed up
the banks into tho city, and the
captain had to get nuother crow
to bring I ho ship to her moorings.
So heaven will alt-jr atvhile come so
fully in sight, we can see its towers, its
mansions, its hills, and as we go into port
and our loved ones shall cnll from that
shining shore and speak our nnmes we will
spring to the beach, lenving this old ship of
a world to be managed bv auother crew, our
rough voyaging ol the seas en-lc. forever.
Frank James in a New Hole.
Frank James as a guard on express:
trains carying large amounts of money
or valuables is one of the novelties the
express people are now arranging. Ne
gotiations have been In progress now
for several weeks, but the probabili
ties are tbat they will be closed up
within a few days. The effect of
James' name, in view of ills former
prowess in robbing trains himself, is
what the express companies are aiming
fter. They do not know, they Kay,
that he could stop a deterrnlnod robl'
ny more than one of tlioir own '
sengers, but they think the opfliiiiify
train robber would hesitate ffj tackle
'liui. James Is willing to accept the
position, and guarantee that uo train iu
bis charge will be robbed except over
Ion, and that is that the express people
put up n bond of $Jtt,0tio, this amount
to go to lila widow lu case of his (loath.
The express people are inclined to yield
to this, though there Is some opposition.
James hns been Arm iu standing out
for it, anil will not go out on the road
unless the bond is fixed up to his satis
faction. Since lie became a respectable
and law-abiding citizen he has taken
very good care of bis family, and he
does not propose to commence doing
anything else now. When the negotia
tions were Brut begun lie was asked if
he could shoot with both hands.
"Well," he replied, "it used to be that
could, and I guess I have not forgot
ten how yet."
James has been working steadily for
some time, but has never been able to
tuake an exorbitant salary, and for tbat
reason would be willing to take the rink
of this venture. As one of his friends
says: "It Is not as much risk as he has
taken on hundreds of occasions before,
whsn out on one of bis raids. The only
difference would be that la this he
would have the law on his sl.le."
ICot a ''Peach."
It Is said that Stuart, the celebrated
portrait painter, bad small nHiience
with the fault-finding of those siners
who preferred flattery in a portrait to
an exact likeness. lie was not t'.ow to
speak his mind to su- h patroiut on dis
played this feeling.
At one time a man and wife came u.
him to Iiave their portraits painted. The
lady was a woman of much character,
great kindness of heart, and withal
possessed of a fortune which perhaps
had helped her husband to discover
and appreciate her many virtues, but
she was extraordinarily plain in her
personal appearance.
When her portrait Xvas finished, the
husband was not pleased. He wanted
some of the peculiarities of her face
softened on the canvas, though iu the
original nothing could be done to im
prove them.
Stuart, with unusual forbearance, d;d
his best to accede to his patron's wishes
and yet preserve tbe likeness. When he
had done all that seemed to him coiiM
pofiSibly be done In honesty to his sit
ter, he sent again for the husband.
To his disgust the man expresseJ
himself as still dissatisfied with the
result At that Stuart, throwing up his
hands with a gesture of despair, lxvau
to pace hie studio, aud at last broke "tit
Into a solinoQiiy.
"What a miserable life the artist's
Is!" he cried. "Worried to death by the
demands and complaints of bis patrons!
Here Is a uian who brings me an excel
lent potato, and finds fault because I
cannot turn it into a peach!"
Some gilli Ret marrin.l just to let
others tnow that tliey can.
Tuc surest sign lint a woman want
yon to love her is when she lierrtns n
cotiib ber hair tha w:iv she tliiuks you
like it.
Tho man who pivet tlu world rohl
will 1: forgotten, In' t ho who ives it
good will not,
I'.y diiienoii an.l p.ili.ticu t'.m ni .ini
tilt iu two th? cabin.
F. H. Sizer, of West Dergen, owns a
Bible printed in London 297 yeira
g'