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v CIIAITER XXIII.
Standish found whoa he reached hit
rooms the next aftornon atnoug the notei
a ixl letters which had come since he start
ed in the morning, an unusually thick en
velojie, directed in Callander's hanrtwrit
in.
This changed his plans. It would bi
folish. to start before reading what CaJ
lander had to gay and doing so would com
pel him to lose the train.
He opened the letter, glanced at it, ant
ringing for the man who waited on him
hastily directed that no visitor should b
admitted. Then, drawing his chair new
the window, he began, with interest whicl
deepened at every word, to read the lonj
epistle addressed to him.
"I have been going to write to yon
Standish, ever since Dorothy proved t
me hew greatly I have wronged yon ii
tny mind. I have begun once or twice
but, somehow, my brain would not keej
clear or steady. There is such a clone
troubling and confusing me; but las'
night, as I lay awake, battling with mj
thoughts as usual, something seemed t
break away in heart or head, and light
came to me.
"I don't think I am mad, but I am no
what I used to be, and there is a Strang
spirit not my own urging me at times
with a force I cannot resist, to do manj
things. Ever since Dorothy showed m
the truth, I have wanted to tell you ev
erything, for you loved her,, not as 1
thought, but as a true elder brother, and
you will understand me perhaps you wiii
help me.
"When she left me in India it was i
rueful day. Then I was ill; after, I re
covered. Her letters were not the same
they were cold, constrained. How mud
I grew, with an agonized longing to set
her again, to hold her in my arms! My
mother wrote often. She did not Tike you,
I do not know why, but she did not. Sb
Was alwaVS rpnefltin? how mv Hnt-li.K, anA
Dorothy preferred being with you to any. J
one else, even to Egerton, who was so su- i
perior. It was a long time before she ;
raised the devil within me, but she did at
last. Then I came home. !
"It is a long, weary tale; it seems fa. :
me that I am writing of another, and I
pity him profoundly, as I should nevet
pity myself. My hatred of yon grew
deep and cunning; there was no base,
cowaxdly act I would not have done, could
I have tortured yon without bringing dis
grace on my own name. But all through
my curious, agonizing mental struggles, I
remembered that my name belonged to
my children.
"Brooding, haunted by a hideous vision
-v oeing compelled for my honor's sake
, to put away' my wife, to drag her through
: the mire and filth of legal proceedings, of
the. opprobrium of society, of moral an
. inhalation; something whispered to me,
. "have the courage to save her from all this
let the icy hand of death send her un--suHted
to a better world, where the All
seeing alone can Judge her.' The idea
-would not, did not, leave me! It bad an
.-extraordinary fascination for me; even
now,, though I know my suspicions were
"wrong, I believe I did my best for her
under the circumstances. '
"It was not murder, no it was the act
of tenderest love. I wanted no revenge
an her I only wanted to save her from
shame and bitterest grief. I resolved to
end my beautiful Mabel to heaven, even
while I affronted hell for her sake. My
logic "is sound, Standish, is it not? She
, would have gone hence blameless! From
me an inexorable judge would have de
manded the price of her blood, and for her
: sake I am contented to pay it!
"This idea fascinated me. I had, from
' the fear of doing my dearest one barm in
some ongoveroabie fit of despair, remain
ed in mf own room, on the plea of indlf--ferent
health, and there I thought out my
plan. One night, just after you had gone,
I had put on my smoking jacket and sat
' down to think, but I could not smoke, my
mind was a sort of fiery mist, all the past
unrolled itself, the happy hours, the
sweetness and purity of my darling;
should I allow shame to tonch her? A
voice said to me, the hour has come, let
it not pass.' I rose up, and took a long
keen knife, which Egerton had given -me
as a curiosity; it was fine and sharp. I
went softly but boldly to her room.. I did
not fear to meet anyone. I was not over
stepping my right. The door opened with,
out noise. . -
...VNow, I have nearly told yon every-
. thing, Standish. My brain is growing dull
and dreamy. I have always wondered
why Egerton shrank from me. Dorothy
has explained why. She has restored my
faith in you. ' When I knew the truth it
made me pitiless. The irreparable evil
wrought by mother infuriated me. I
rushed to her and told her that, thanks
to her cruel tongue, her son was what she
would call a murderer. I wonder it did
not Mil her! My sufferings have been
great, though I have had long spells of
torpidity. Since I came down to Fordsea
I have been conscious of an awful, irre
sistible w-eariness of life. Like the un
happy Moor, whose story is so like my
. own, 'My occupation's o'er no, not yet!
I must' settle my account with Egerton. I
cannot rest till that Is finished."
Standish was very whit and his teeth
were set when he laid down the last sheet
pf this long, sad, startling letter.
It was too true, then, Dillon's clever dis
entangling of the puzzle! What a terrible
tragedy, this destruction of two lives! His
generous heart ached for the ruin, the in-
. Justice, wrought by a spiteful tongue, by
the seI5sh recklessness of a man too ab-
. sorbed in a guilty passion to hesitate at
the sacrifice of friendship, honor, loyalty
. or even the happiness of the woman he
professed to love.
It was brutal, insatiate, but Standish
had no time to think of Egerton now. Cal
lander's case was a serious one. He must
not be suspected; the terrible truth must
- not leak out. For the unfortunate crim-
- inal himself Standish felt the most pro
found pity. He could not look on him aa
tesponsible. Disease was fast gaining
upon him, bnt a jury would probably take
very different view of his condition.
Come what might, he must be shielded
from the cob sequences of his desperate
deed.
"I waste time pondering here when I
- ought to act," he exclaimed, and, taking
Callander's long confession, he inclosed it
In fresh, strong envelope, sealed it, and,
"' writing on H his own name, he added: "To
be destroyed In ease of my death."
" Then, vrtth a heavy heart, he put a
change of raiment Into his bag, and, hav
ing snatched a hasty meal, drove to Wat
erloo Station. He was rather too soon
for the eight-thirty tram to Eastport, so
he sat la tto corner of the waiting room.
ms tegs stretcned out, his hands deep In
bis pockets and his traveling cap over his
eyes.
It was past eleven when Standish reach
ed the well-known Pier Hotel at Fordsea.
Col. Callander, the waiter said, had
gone to his room some time before. So
Standish would not hear of disturbing
"I cr.iv see Lim to-morrow morning,''
he said. "At what hour does Col. Callan
der breakfast?"
"Nine sharp, sir. He goes out to boat
or bathe very early, and comes in about
eight-thirty to-night he ordered fish and
kidneys, for breakfast, as he seemed to
expect yon might come, sir."
"Oh, very well give me some brandy
and soda and I wUl go to bed, too."
It was some time before Standish could
sleep when he did, he slept heavily.
When be awoke the sun was high in
the heavens, and sparkling brightly on the
rippling waters of the bay.
When dressed and ready it was nearly
half-past eight, and taking his hat be sal
lied forth thinking it might be less op
pressive to meet Callander first in the
open air.
As he strolled slowly toward the but
where Old Jack, the boatman, sheltered
himself among his boats, drawn up beside
it every step recalled the happy hours eh
had spent on the beach with Mabel and
Dorothy, the previous autumn.
Standish found Old Jack seated ki the
stem of one of his boats, smoking a very
black pipe, and looking ont so earnestly
toward the east headland that he did not
hear the approaching step.
"Good morning. Jack."
"Eh? Mr. Standish! mornin', sir
haven't seen you down here this many a.
day, sir!"
"No, I've been too busy to take a holi
day." "Not much of a holiday for you to come
down here, sir!" said the rugged old salt
with feeling.
"That's true!" There was a pause
then Standish asked. "Has the Colonel
gone out to bathe to-day?"
"Yes, sir! He goes a fishing or bath
ing every morning when he is down
sometimes I go with him; but, bless your
'art, sir, he never catches nothing! For
gets he's holding the lines most of the
time! He ought to be coming In about
now," putting a battered glass to his eye;
"I see no sign of him yet. When he gets
the oars in his hands, be rows sharp
enough. You sit down a bit, sir he'l!
not be long he went away tow'st the
Head, where the ladies nsed to like to row
in the morning last antumn! Ah, well!
the ways of Providence are past our
knowledge!" With a sigh and a wise
shake of the head. Old Jack resumed hi
pipe.
CHAPTER XXIV.
Standish accepted the old mun's invita
tion, and, lighting a cigar, took his seal
beside him. A long spell of silence en
sued. Time went very slowly, and Standish
was quit surprised when half-past nine
chimed from the clock of the old town
church. "I thought it must be ten at
least," exclaimed he Impatiently.
"It's past his usual time," said Jack,
putting up bis battered glass again. "He
went only for a dip," he said. "If it's
your win, sir, I'll Just pull ont to look for
him If we see no sign of him in ten min
utes." "Do," said Standish eagerly, "and I'll
come with yon. You may have a long
pull."
Standing up, old Jack Goold shouted
' Jong and loud the name of the boat taken
out by Col. Callander that morning.
-Lively Peggy, ahoy!"
In vain; there was not even an echo to
reply.
Then he returned to his oar, saying
simply, "Let's make straight for the
Head."
So they rowed on and on, and round and
about, but no trace of the Lively Peggy
nor her oarsman was to be seen.
! Never did Standish lose the profound
impression of that weary row, the sicken
j ing fear which grew upon him, the hope
lessness and sinking of the heart.
At lust Jack Goold said sullenly and
hoarsely, "We'd best get back, sir. 1
lon't see how we can do any good. We'd
best speak this tug I see coming along on
our tack. If you promise something of
a reward, they'll keep a lookout. ' There'
no knowing where the boat's drifted."
"The boat, man!" cried Standish, in
much agitation. "Yon don't mean to say
you do not think Col. Callander is in her?"
"I don't mean nothing, Mr. Standish:
only it looks baddish seeing no sign of
her."
The old man presently hailed the tug,
which ran down to them. Standish clam
bered on board, but the old boatman
thought it better to return to his station,
in case they had, by any accident, missed
the object of their search, hoping to find
his boat and Its occupant alike beached
and safe.
It would take much time and space to
describe the growing fears with which
Standish paced the tug's dirty deck, or
stood eagerly scanning the fare of the
waters, as they steamed slowly to and fro
At lergth th. skipper remarked that if
they stayed thereabouts till night tliey
would tind nothing, ad. ling, not without
feeling, that he would not give nmc'a for
the gentleman's chances if s-onie rall hail
not picked him up lefoie this.
Standish agreed with him, aud the 111.1 s
ter, bringing his vessel to as near the
Head as he could safely go, tei:t his pas
senger ashore in one of the tug's boats.
The spot he landed on was a smaii
rocky projection, not far from a stretch
o'f line sand which filled a slight indenta
tion of the shore, where Standish had
often found Dorothy, with Nure and the
children, hunting for shells and s-.-nwoed.
A long walk, however, was before him,
and his mind wus too profoundly disturb
ed to allow of tender memories. He press
ed on at a good pace, thinking hard what
was best to be done if Callander had dis
appeared, or if he returned alive. Both
contingencies had their difficulties.
It was a long, painful progress. Ncar
iiig the common, he diverged from his di
rect road to pass Jack Goold's hut. The
old man was on the lookout, and, per
ceiving his approach, came rapidly to
meet him.
"What news?" shouted Standish, before
they were within speaking distance.
Jack shook his head, and as soon as
they stood face to face said, in a low
voice, "Bad couldn't be worse. A chap
has just come down to tell me that my
boat has been picked up by the fishing
smack Mary Jane, with the Colonel's
clothes, bis watch and chain and purse,
MIFFJLINTOWN . .1
The poor gentleman Is lost, that s puun
enough. Likely got cramp and went down
tor he was a strong swimmer."
Standish stood still and silent Was
this the end of the story the last act of
a pitiful .tragedy to which, two innocent
sufferers had been driven by blind fate?
"I suppose it is folly to hope?" he forc
ed himself to say at last.
"Ay I no good at all, sir. I don't see as
there is a spark of hope, nohow!"
As there was no more to be done at
present, Standish, though greatly shaken,
was obliged to think of his own duties,
public and private. His temporary leave
was nearly expired, and his chief had
shown -iin ar nvjch consideration, that he
was anxious not to outstay it. Then no
one save himself must break the sad news
to Dorothy. How would she bear this
last blow?
.. He therefore telegraphed to Col. Cal
lander's solicitor to come down himself,
or send some capable employe to be on the
spot, should action of any kind prove nec
essary, adding that be would wait bis
arrival. N
A reply wire soon reached him, to the
effect that Mr. Brlerly himself would
come down by the 3:10 train.
Standish was thus enabled to confer
with the greatly distressed lawyer (who
whs also a personal friend of Callander's)
before he started for town.
It was nearly nine o'clock when he
reached his rooms, and he debated with
himself whether he should attempt to see
Dorothy that night or no. "No," was his
conclusion; "she shall have this night, at
least, undisturbed." Indeed, after the
tremendous strain of that trying day, he
felt quite unequal to meet her.
Before tasting food he penned a few
lines to Henrietta, which he marked pri
vate, saying that he would be with her
immediately after breakfast next day,
and entreating her to keep all newspapers
from Dorothy till after he had seen her.
Then he rang for the man of the house
who usually waited on him, and ordered
him to deliver the note at once.
"Very well, sir," replied the man; "and
I beg to say Mr. Egerton called this af
ternoon. He said, as he conld not find
you at the club, be came on here. He
seemed surprised to hear you had gone
down to Fordeea, sir."
"Mr. Egerton?" repeated Standish, hU
l.row contracting; there was another task.
"I shall probably meet him to-morrow."
"Any answer to these, sir?" taking the
notes.
"No none."
The man left the room, but returned al
most immediately.
"Mr. Egerton is below, sir. Shall I
show him npT'
"Yes; show him up," said Standish, sud
den vigor and fire replacing his exhaus
tion at the sound of his name.
He remained standing, and the next
noment Egerton entered.
(To be continued.)
VETERAN AMONG BRIDGES.
tta Peculiarities of Construction Make
It a Oreat Curiosity-.
The triangular bridge at Croyland,
In Lincolnshire, is probably not only
the most ancient bridge in England,
but, oil account of its peculiar con
struction, one of the greatest curiosi
ties In Europe. It Is built In the mid
dle of the town at the confluence of
the Welland and the Nene. The plan
of the. bridge Is formed by three
squares and an equilateral triangle,
about which they are placed. It has
three fronts, three thoroughfares ovei
and three under it. There are the
same number of abutments at equal
distances, from which rise three half
arches, each composed of three rtbs
meeting In the center at the top. Seen
from any point of view a pointed arch
appears in front.
Antiquaries often fanciful writers
have suggested that the piece of ma
sonry was built as an emblem of the
Holy Trinity; for, though the bridge
possesses three arches, It yet properly
has but one groined arch. More matter-of-fact
archaeological authors hold
the structure to have been designed ns
a startling place for measuring ecclesi
astical boundaries, with the additional
utility of forming a support for a mar
ket cross.
An exceptionally Interesting feature
of the bridge Is a much-weather-worn
effigy, traditionally said to Ik- a rep
resentation of King Ethelbnld. The
rudeness of the drslgn, the uncouth
ness of the headdress and drapery,
lead to the conclusion of the effigy be
ing a genuine Saxon sculpture. Placed
in a sitting posture at the end of the
southwest wall, the figure Is embel
lished will- a crown. In one of Eld
red's charters the triangular bridge at
Croyland was mentioned, but that now
existing Is supposed to be, from its
stylo of architecture, of the time of
Edward I. The statue must be of
much greater antiquity. Croyland,
ten miles south of Spalding and eight
aud a half north of Peterborough,
should greatly Interest artists and
lovers of antique "sedations. Lloyd's
Vrwspaper.
L'setuI Hints.
To - take paint out of linen use
potash thinned to the consistency of
paint; apply it with a brush, roll it
up for a little while, then wash it
off.
Printed letters may be removed from
flour sacks by soaking them in butter
milk before washing.
When the stove is burned red and
the blacking won't stick to it, a lit
tle fat fried from salt pork put Into
the water In which the blacking is
dissolved will prove helpful.
The best way to brighten copper Is
to rub hard with a woolen cloth dip-1
ped in a strong solution of oxalic acid
then rub off with a dry cloth and be
fore it dries rub briskly with silver
powder, being very careful of the acid,
as It is a poison.
To take out all stains which are
not metallic, mix two teaspoonfuls of
water with one of spirits of salt
(muriatic acid). Let the stain lie in
It for one or two minutes: then rinse
the article In cold water. This will be
found particularly useful in removing
tains from white goods.
The field at Waterloo Is covered
with a crop of crimson poppies every
year.
Imitation ivory is now being ex
tensively manufactured from the fruit
of a palm-like shrub called Phytele
phas macrocarpa, which is about the
size of an apple and possesses a hard
Interior kernel.
The oldest steam engine In the
world has just gone off duty after
working 120 years. It was built In
1777.
A ton of gold is worth 120,000. A
ton of silver, at the present rate per
ounce, may be said to be worth about
8,400.
UNIATA COUNTY,
STORY OF A .x.
v STATESMAN. i
WAS a Oasn-
Ing young Con
gressman, who
went to Wasb-
ngton oa the
tidal wave from
one of the dis
tricts la the
South. But he
had net bsea at
the
e a p 1 1 a 1
more than six months be
fore those whs had known
Mm at home and went to
Washington on business
scarcely recognised him as
the same man. A great
rhange had cssie over Algernon Smith
Brownlee, M. C. At home he had
never amounted to much, socially. He
came of very poor parents "white
trash." the colored verdict said. Mr.
Brownlee's pedigree, however, began
with Mr. Brownlee, and what ho lack
ed In aristocracy of blood he made up
by his predigiens hustling abilities.
With his keen energy and upward
tendency of mind, he had the good for
tune to combine an aTable disposition,
an accommodating manner, a pleasant
mile and a certain goad address. When
he entered the raca for Congress none
imagined for a minute that he bad the
lightest prossect of success, but the
average political weather prophet has 1
a dangerous tendency to pin his faith ;
to the infallibility of bis own opinions
and standing put upon them; and that j
Is why it happens so often that young j
men like Mr. Brownloe beat out an old j
race horse and go to Congress on a tl- j
dal wave. Unlike the ravens who j
croaked his doom. Brownlee did some
characteristic hustling, snatched the
nomination from a tired old campaign
er and was elected. '
When he reached Washington he
Wore the conventional soft black hat
and long black skirt coat of the South,
hut before he had been there six
snonths be looked like a Broad ray
"TOU KHOW, CE Alt, I HITS IIVIR SEES
TOl'I Mfl 1x0 MAMMA.,"
well, with a silk hat, black cutaway
oat and gray trousers. And that's
why his constituents scarcely recog
nized him.
The rich and thorenchbred Miss
Balsv Vernon, who had smiled with
Icy scorn upon the suits of a doaen so-
dety men casting themselves at her
feet, together with their fortunes and
pedigrees, felt her heart dissolve be
fore the ln&idious attention of Mr.
Brownlee, M. C. There may have
been something In that M. C, a mis
taken Idea, 'perchance, that a man who
la seat to Congress must be the cock of
the walk In his district an Idea that
ome persons have-and that, altogeth-
er, the suit of a member ef the House
who combined , as many attractive
qualities as her Brownlee was prefer
able to that of any other mertai.
And so, to cut things short, after a
dashing courtship, they were married
at one of the fashionable churches,
with a great display of pomp, the at
tendance of her distinguished relatives
and his Congressional friends, mem
bers of the press, etc. Then, after a
brilliant reception, they departed en
their bridal trip, but not to Brownlee's
.borne. On the contrary, be purchased
(tickets over a railroad that took him In
t diametrically opposite direction. Just
far from his district as he could go.
'; The trip came to an end, and then
Brownlee and his wife returned to
jWaahington, Installing themselves at
0me of the leading hotels. Brownlee
hid seen enough of the world to discov-
the secret of making an Impression
tfi society. With the aid of bis wife's
jeocinl standing and his $5,000 Income,
the way was open to him, and he made
the best of his chances. lie was re
ceived everywhere with open arms,
and If one man ever bit It rich It wai
that same energetic young M. C
On the whole, Brownlee deserved H.
Be had no Influential friends to thank
for Ms rise In the world; no family In
fluence had stood back of him to direct
bis efforts; no money had been used to
bny him a seat In Congress. He bad
just Invested what mother wit nature
bad endowed htm with In suoh oppor
tunities as came to hand, and when
fortune. In her timid way, had knocked
at his door, as she Is said to do at ev
ery man's door once In a lifetime, ha
had said, "Come In!" In his loudest
tones.. And he was honest and sincere.
He . had not deceived Miss Vernon
abont his pedigree. She had taken him
for better or worse, and the fault was
hers If she should feel disappointed.
Brownlee was a good working mem
ber of Congress, lie made friends
rapidly with the leaders, and watched
that they never lost sight of him a sin
gle day. All this young man wanted
was opportunity. He would rise to the
occasion, for that he vouched.
The session came to an end. The elec
tion was near at hand, and every mem
ber hastened home to look after his
fences. It was the hardest struggle of
bis life to decide upon a course of ac
tion with regard to his aristocratic
wife. Take her home? Leave hei
here? He suggested tste latter course.
"I have been thluking a good deal
About It," remarked Mrs. Brownlee. "I
think I shall accompany you. You
know, dear, I have never seen your
papa and mamma. I have formed my 1
wn Ideas of them, and am real anxious
fp see them. They must be Just charm
jfLiMPl to few V AJI"
PENIS A.. WEDNESDAY. NOVEMBER 9 1898
"Ally" Is what she always called
him. Bnt there was no mnsio tn the
sound of the sweet diminutive, as she
uttered It on this fatal morning after
breakfast. Brownlee had a headache,
and was not as responsive to his wife's
affectionate caresses as usual
"Well, I'm not ashamed of 'am, any
how," he replied In desperation.
Thev sacked their things and left
! town the next evening.
If Mrs. Brownlee In her buoyant
trustfulness anticipated scenes of greet
ing In which mingled the picturesque
effects of a summer residence on the
banks of Lake Como, as described by
Claude Melnotte, with the other details
of romantic stage illusions, which be
guile the senses of a girl-Who has seen
only the fashionable side of life, her
anticipations were somewhat dampen
ed when they stepped off the train In
the dark and found themselves on a
platform where some rough-looking
men were lounging about under the
canopy of a projecting roof that was
sheltering tbeiu from a dreary rainfall.
They seemed to recognize the member
of Congress, despite his disguise, for
be wore a fashionable overcoat and a
closely rolled umbrella, though he had
exchanged his silk hat for a Derby,
i After some whispering the knot of
loungers gravitated toward them
"Dog my oats. Bill," called out one,
"If this ain't Smith Brownlee. Hello,
Smith; got back, have yo'?" slapping
him on the back. "My, bnt yo' look
putty! Come 'ere, Jim; look at Mm.
Would ye know Mm ef yo' met Mm on
a dark road? Say, Smith, yo must
a-struck It rich when we sent yo' to
Congress. When yo' left yar yo' didn't
have an overcoat to yo' back, an' III
leave it to the crowd, now, did 'e?"
Smith tried to take It as a Joke. He
laughed softly and introduced his wife
lu the Ill-lighted "waiting-room whither
the delegation of his constituents had
followed. They removed their hats and
stared at the lady like a lot of bump
kins; but this diversion continued only
until the most loud-spoken constituent
conld think of saying something that
was intended for a compliment to Mrs.
Brownlee, but which rlcochotted upon
her husband In the form of another
rude sally at the metamorphosis of his
condition, when they all hawhawed In
chorus.
Mrs. Brownlee was beginning to get
shocked. The smell of the coal oil made
her ill, and she pinched her husband's
arm as a signal to break away and hie
to the bosom of his family. Brownlee
cursed himself and the crowd, and for
the first time In his life felt sorry that
he ever married. Outwardly, however.
he gave no token of his chagrin, but
smiled and cracked Jokes and clutched
at every straw that promised him relief
from the merciless persiflage of his ill
bred constituents. He Anally managed
to get his wife and himself into a foul
smelling little country 'bus that carried
1 passengers; and
a hoarse shout that
1 sounded half derisive to the well-train-
' 1 t .. 1 n Uh tj-,. n
ed perceptive faculties of Mrs. Brown
lee went up from the platform through
the darkness and rain aa they drove
away.
Brownlee told the 'bus driver to stop
at the hotel. IlecUd, but the owner
was tearing down that part of the
building where the rooms for guests
were located, to rebuild, he said, "agin
court time," and there was no place
there for So thens wm Bing
hat Brownlee, In the most
desperate caicuiauou oi ma cuaiices.
had never contemplated even as a last
resort stop at his home.
"Daisy," said he. In a hoarse voice.
as the 'bus splashed through the mire
of the road; "Daisy," softly taking her
hand In his, "are yon prepared to make
a sacrifice for me greater, I hope, than
any I shall ever ask you to make for
me agalu in all our lives?"
She said "yes" wearily, with her
head swaying loosely on her shoulders
like a sick child's; "what do yon ask
mer
! "That you will not hate or despise me
when I Introduce you to my father and
mother," he said, tenderly.
1 "They are poor, then?" she asked te
that same weary tone.
i "They are the commonest people la
! tn State; they are so common that
t waen every oooy ih utwu uiu me iuw
'. era It passed them by as not worth no
ticing."
! "Myl" she exclaimed: "how did you
! ever get Into Congress?"
1 "Bv my own efforts, and not with
j the help of anybody . In the world.
' lust simply hustled for itl"
"Well." she said, "let It come."
The parental Brownlees lived In a
plain, yellow, frame house, colonial in
style In that tt shot upward on four
sides like a big box, but without any
ornate adornments under the eaves,
nnd without even a veranda, except a
small one that afforded a view of the
cabbage patch and a pig sty In the
farther perspective at the back of the
house.
Brownlee's mother smoked a corncob
pipe and had whiskers. Brownlee's
father ate his supper In his shirt
sleeves, and wore cowhide boots out
side of his pants while he was eating
It The furniture was scant, and they
rented the house; that Is. they rented It,
bnt Brownlee, M. C, paid the rent The
nvetlug that the Brownlees, first edi
tion, extended to the Brownlees. second
edition, was cordial to demonstrative
ness. The maternal Brownlee was
something of a cook, and soon had a
r'jpast steaming on the table. It wasn't
a bad supper, but Mrs. Brownlee didn't
have her Washington appetite with
her, and her slight headache had grown
worse, and she asked to be shown to
her room. The room had ne comforts
except a patched carpet, a pine bed
stead and an upright packing box with
a curtain drawn around It f&r a wash
stand, and a portable mirror of the
species often seen at cheap auction
stores.
When she arose the next morning hei
headache had not abated. The smell
of fried pork and coffee that struck her
olfactories while she was dressing wi
;ng waa
Mk for bar delicate sgT
she never wished herself farther aweg
from the house of her husband's par
euts than at that moment. She sippsi
a little coffee and then withdrew a gait
to her room, just to be alone. Whs
Brownlee, M. C, entered, she was Iyinr
on the bed fully dressed, weeping.
What passed between them In the hi
terview that took place Is a matter t
conjecture. The result became evident
'DOa MT OATS, BILL," CRIHD OUT ONS
"IT THIS AM T SMITH BROWNLKE.
when the bus drove up to the Brownie
mansion that evening, and Mr. an
Mrs. Brownlee, the younger, got In an
rede to the depot Brownlee saw hir
wife safely aboard the Pullman can
and then stood on the platform ant
watched the train disappear in the dis
tance.
The same set of ruffian constituent!
who greeted him Ion bis arrival were
occupying their accustomed place oa
the platform, and Indulged In theii
favorite pastime of heaving fossilized
jokes at their representative In Con
gress. Brownlee swallowed it all ic
good part, and then turned his back to
the station and sauntered toward the
parental mansion with the weary step
of a man who has a load on his con
science.
But that did not deter Brownlee from
getting out and bustling. If he- had
worked like a Trojan the first time fot
his nomination, he threw the energy o(
a double dose of Trojan devotion int
his efforts now, and the result of it n(
was that be was reuoiniuated a:i4
elected, and went back to Washingtui
to finish his unexpired term of serviot
In the House.
His wife sat In the gallery one daj
unseen by him when a great dehaa
was on. Brownlee had prepared hint
self for the master effort of his Ufa.
He had got the consent of the leaden-
on his side to make a speech. He afr
traded little attention as he rose, anf
with his genial smile glanced over the
house, drew a deep breath and launch
ed forth. But by and by he warmed te
his subject, and here and there a mem
ber on the other side interrupted him.
Then suddenly Brownlee's genius
flashed forth In all its originality. Sev
eral members who had tried to trip
him up found themselves mercilessly
impaled upon the fiery shafts of
Brownlee's sharp retorts and held up to
the ridicule of the house, while Prown
lee smiled In that fetching way of his
that made him resemble an expert con
jurer when he contemplates the aston
ishment of the deluded victims of his
craftiness. Before he sat down Brown
lee had scored a triumph that Insured
him a place on one of the big commit
tees of the house when the next Con
gress should organize.
One of the doorkeepers handed him a
note. He was receiving the congratu-
BBOWJI.ltB!'8 MOTHER 8MOKKD A CORN
COB riPK AND HAD WHISKERS.
lations of his side of the house, and he
did not open it for several minutes,
holding It almost forgotten in his closed
hand. When he opened It he read:
"Dear Ally: I em ready to beg your
pardon now any time. Come. Am
heartbroken. DAISY."
A Logical Deduction.
In August of the year 182S a blasting
tccldent occurred in a Massachusetts
town, and two men were injured, one
of whom was killed and the other was
supposed to be dead. A physician waa
summoned, and one of the victims,
named Babb, was resuscitated and he
fully recovered and lived many years.
At the house to which Mr. Babb's un
conscious body was taken, was a boy
born in September of 1825. Some
months afterwards the child's mother
told her boy the Bible story of Jesus
i-ais'ng a dead person to life, adding
that He alone could do that The little
fellow listened very attentively, and
then broke out with the Joyous excla
mation: "I've seen Jesus. His other
name is Dr. Davis; and I know Mr.
Babb, too. that he made alive after he
got killed blowing rocks T'
The Gnlf Stream's Course.
Recent investigations have shown
that the principal source of the Gulf
stream Is not the Florida channel, bul
the region between and beside the isl
ands of the West Indies. At Binionl
the volume of this warm water is sixty
times as great as the combined volume
of all the rivers lu the world at their
mouths.
Wood for Lead Pencils.
Two thousand two hundred acres ol
cedars are cut down every year on the
continent In order to make wood cases
for lead pencils. There are twenty-six
pencil works In Bavaria, of which
twenty-three are in Xuremburg, the
great center of the lead pencil trade.
These factories employ from 8,000 to
10,000 workers, and produce 4,300,000
lead and colored chalk pencils every
week."Lloyd's Weekly.
Little Sister "What's the difference
'tween 'lectrlclty and llghtnln'T" Lit
tle Brother "You don't, have to pay
nothln fur lightnln'." Tit-Bita.
A woman seldom throws at anything
until she la m mad that ska CaA't mi
SERMONS OF THE DAY
Subject: "Make Home Happy" The Door
111 of the Dwelling Hmh la the Fra
detloB of Church ud StateXet Chrla
tiaa Love Abide Therein.
Tixt: "The disciples went away agaii
auto their own home." John xx., 10.
A ehoroh within church, a republli
within a republic, a world within a world
Is spelled by four letters Home! It thing!
go right there, they go right everywhere
if things go wrong there, they go wron
everywhere. The doorsill of the dwelling
house is the foundation of Church anc
State. A man never gets higher than hii
own garret or lower than bis own cellar.
Domestic life overarches nnd nnderglrdlei
all other life. The highest house ot Con
gress Is the domestic circle; the rocklna
chair in the nursery Is higher than a throne.
George Washington commanded the force
of the United 8tate, bnt Mary Washington
commanded George. Chrysostom's mothei
made his pen for him. If a man shoulj
start out and run seventy years In a straight
line, be could not get out from under th
shadow of his own mantel piece. I there
fore talk to you abont a matter of inSnlt
and eternal moment when I speak of yoni
home.
As individuals we are fragments. God
makes the race into parts, and then H
gradually puts ns together. What I lack,
yon make up; what you lack, I make
np; our deficits and surpluses of
character being the cog wheels In the so
cial mechanician!. One person has the pa
tience, another has the conrage, another
has the placidity, another the enthusiasm;
that which is lacking In one is made np by
another, or Is made up by all. Buffaloes
in herds, grouse In broods, quails In flocks,
the human race In circles. God has most
beautifully arranged thl-i. It Is in this
way He balances society; this conservative
and that radical keeping things even.
Every ship most have Its mast, cut-water,
tnfTrail, ballast. Thank God, then, for
Princeton and Andover, for the opposltes.
I have no more right to blame a man for
being different from me than a driving
wheel has a right to blame the iron shaft
that holds it to the centre. John Wesley
balances Calvin's Institutes. A cold
thinker gives to Scotland the strong bones
of theology; Dr. Guthrie clothes them with
a tbrobbiDg heart and warm flesh. The
difficulty is that we are not satisfied with
Inst the work that God has given ns to do.
The water-wheel want? to come inside the
mill and grind the grist, and the hopper
wants to go out and dabble In the water.
Our usefulness and the welfare of society
depend npon staying In just the place that
God has put us, or Intended we should oc
cupy. For more compactness, and that we may
be more useful, we are gathered in still
smaller circles in the home group. And
there you have the same variety again;
brothers, sisters, husband and wife; all dif
ferent tn temperaments and tastes. It is
fortunate that It should be so. If the hus
band be all Impulse, the wife must be all
prudence. If one sister be sanguine tn hei
temperament, the other must be lymphatic.
Mary and Martha are necessities. There
will be no dinner for Christ If there be no
Marttia; there will be no audience for Jesus
if there be no Mary. The home organiza
tion is most beautifully constructed. Eden
has gone; the bowers are all broken down;
the animals that Adam stroked with hla
hand that morning when they came np to
get their names have since shot forth task
and sting, nnd growled panther at pan
ther: and, mld-nir. Iron beaks plunge, till
with clctted wing and eyeless sockets the
twain come whirling down from under the
sun in blood and Are. Eden has gone, bnt
there Is just one little fragment left. It
floated down on the lllyer Hlddekel ont ol
Taradise. It Is the marriage institution.
It does not, as at the beginning, take away
from man a rib. Now it is an addition of
ribs.
This Institution of mnrrlaee has been de
famed In our day. Socialism and polyga
my, and the most damnable of nil things,
free lovlsm, hftve been trying to turn this
earth Into a TurkLsh harem. While the
puptts have been comparatively silent,
nolvels their cheapness only equalled bj
their nastloess am trying to edncate,
have taken upon themselves to educate,
this notion in regard to holy marriage,
which makes or breaks for time and eter
nity. Oh, this Is not a mere question of
residence or wardrobe! It is a question j
charged with gigautlc Joy or sorrow, wltc
heaven or hell. Alas for this new dispen
sation of George Hands! Alas for thii
mingling of the nltrhtshnde with the mar
riage gnrlnoc'.M Alas for the venom o!
adders s;it into the tankards! Alas forth!
white frosts of eternal death that kill th
orange-blossoms! The Gospel of Jesus
Christ Is to assert whit Is right and to as
sail what is wrong. Attempt has been
made to take the marriage institution,
which was intended for the happiness and
elevation ot the race, and make it a mere
commercial enterprise; nn exchauge ol
houses aud lands Hint equipage; a business
partnership of two stuffeJ up with the
stories of romance and kuight-errantry,
and unfaithfulness and feminine angel
hood. The two nrter a while have roused
np to And that, instead of the paradise
they dreamed of, they have got nothing
bat a Van Amburgh's menagerie, filled
with tigers and wild eats. Eighty thou
sand divorces in Pari9 in one year preceded
the worst revolution that France ever haw.
And I tell you what you know as well as 1
do, that wrong notions on the subject ol
Christian marriage are the cause at thl
dav of more moral outrage before God and
man than any other cause.
There are some things that I want to
bring before you. I know there are those
ot you who have homes set np for a great
many years; and, then, there are those
here who have just established their borne.
They have only been In that home a few
months or a few years. Then there are
those who will, after n while, set up for
themselves a home, nnd it is right that I
should speak out npon these themes.
My lirst counsel to you is, have God in
your new home, if It be a new home; and
let him who was 11 guest at Bethany be in
your household; let the Divine blessing
drop upon your erv hope and plan and
expectation. Those young people who be
gin with God end with heaven, llave on
your right band the engagement ring of
the Divine affection. If oue ot you be a
Christian, let that one take the Bible and
read a few verses In the evening-time and
then kneel down and commend yourselves
to Him who setteth the solitary in fami
lies. I want to tell you that the destroying
angel passes by without touching or enter
ing the door-post sprinkled with blood of
the everlasting covenant. Why is it Mint
in some families they never get along, and
in others they always get along well? I
have watched such cases, and have come
to a conclusion. In the first Instance,
nothing seemed to go pleasantly, aud after
a while there came a devastation, domestic
disaster, or estrangement. Why? They
started wrong. Ia the other case, although
there were hardships and trials and some
things that had to be explained, still
things went on pleasantly until the very
last. Why? They started right.
My second advice to you in your home
Is, to exercise to the very la-t possibility
of vour nature the law of forbearance.
Prayers in the household will not make up
tor everything. Home of the best people
in the world are the barJest to get along
with. There am people who stand up in
prayer meetings and pray like angels, who
at home are uncompromising and cranky.
Ton may not have everything just as you
want it. Sometimes it will be the duty of
the husband and sometimes of the wife to
vield: but both stnnd punctiliously on your
1 rights, and you will have a Waterloo with
i no Biucher coming np at night-fall to de
cide the conflict.
Never be ashamed to apologize when you
have done wrong in domestic affairs. Let
that be a law of your household. The best
thin I ever heard of my grandfather.
whom I .never saw, was this: T'lat once
having unrighteously rebuke I on) ot hi
children, be himself having lest his
patience, and, perharw, having been mis
informed ot the child's dolngi, fouul ont
his mistake, and In the evening of the sa 11
day gathered all his fa-nlly to?itS-, a id
said, "Now, I havs ont exnlawuio.i fo
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morning I rebuked yon very unfairly. 1
am very sorry for It. I rebuked you In the
presence of the whole family, and now I
ask your forgiveness In their presence." It
must have taken some conrage to do that.
It was right, was It not? Never be ashamed
to apologize for domestic Inaccuracy.
On the other hand, the husband ought
to be sympathetic with the wife's occupa
tion. It Is no easy thing to keep house.
,Many a woman who oould have endured
martyrdom as well as Margaret, the
Scotch girl, has actually been worn out by
,house management. There are a thousand
martyrs of the kitchen. It is very annoy
ing, after the vexations of the day around
the stove or the register or the table, or in
the nursery or parlor, to have the husband
Bay, "You know nothing about trouble;
you onght to be In the store half an hour."
Sympathy of occupation! It the husband's
work cover him with the soot of the fur
nace, or the odors of leather or soap fac
tories, let not the wife be easily disgusted
at the begrimed bands or unsavory aroma.
Yonr gains are one, your interests are one,
your losses are one; lay hold of the work
of life with both hands. Four hands to
fight the buttles; four eyes to watch for
the danger; four shoulders on which to
" Wie trials. It is a verv si 1 thiu
v. uiu Inn patu!r has a wire who doas not
like pictures. It Is a very sad thin'; for s
pianist when she has a husband who does
not like music. It Is a very sal t ilng
when a wife is not suite! unlesi her hus
band has what Is called a "genteel busi
ness." 80 tar ss I understand a -"genteel
business," it Is something to whl rli a man
goe at tea o'clock In the morning, and
from which he eomm home at two or
three o'clock In the afternoon, and gats a
large amount ot money for doing nothing.
That is, I believe, a "genteel oumess;--aml
there has been many a wife who has
mvle the mistake of not being satisfied
until the husband has given np the taming
of the bides, or the turning of the banis
ters, or the building of the walls, and put
himself In circles w'lere he has nothing to
do but smoke cigars and drink wine, and
get himself into habits that upset him,
going down In the maelstrom, taking bis
wife aod children with mm. more are a
good ninny trains running from u-irth to
lestructlon. They start nil nonrs 01 me
lav. nnd all hours of the'nlgiit. There are
tlie freight trains; they go very Mowly and
vorv heavily; anil tnere are the ac ;ommo
.lalion traius going on toward destruction,
and they stop very often aad let a man get
out when he wants to. But genteel I lle
nossis tin express train; Satau Is the stoker,
nnd death is the engi-ieer; and t lion ill one
may co ne out in iront of It. and swing the
red flag of "d inger," or the lantern of
God's Word, It makes just one shot Into
perdition, coming down the embankment
with a shout an I a wail mil A shrek
crash, crash! There are two classes of peo
ple sure ot destruction: first, those who
have nothing to do; secondly, those who
have something to do, but who are too lazy
or too proud to do It.
I have one more word ot advice to give
to those who have a happy home, and that
Is, let love preside in It. Wlnm your be
havior In the domestic circle becomes a
mere inatterof calculation; wheutheenress
you give is merely the r?siilt of deliberate
study of t ie position jou occupy, happi
ness lies stark dead oil the hearth-stone.
When the husband's position ashes 1 of the
household Is maintained by loudnest of
voice, by strength of arm, by fire ot tem
per, the republio of domestic bliss has be
come a despotism that neither God norman
will abide. Oh, ye who promised to love
each other at the altar! bow dare you com
mit perjury? Letnosnadow of suspicion
come ou your affection. It is easier to kill
that flower than It is to make it live again.
The blast from hell that puts out that light,
leaves you In the blackness ot darkness for
ever. Here are a man and wife: they a?rea In
nothing else, but they agree they will bate
a home. They will have a splendid liou
and they think that If they have a uous,
they will bave a home. Architects mat e
the plan, and the .inBShanlea execute U:
the house to cost one hundred thousand
dollars. It is done. The carpets are
spread; lights are hoisted; curtains ara
hung; cards of Invitation sent out. The
horses in gold-plated harness prance at
the gate; guests come In tiud take their
places; the flute souuls; the dancers go
up and down: and with one grand whirl
the wealth and the fashion and the mirth
of the great town wheel amid the pictured
walls. Hal this Is happiness. Float it on
the smoking viands; sound it in the music;
whirl It In the dance; cast It in the snow of
sculpture; sound It up the brilliant stair
way; flash It In the clian-'illersl Happi
ness. Indeed! Let us build on the oentro of
the parlor floor a throne to Happiness; let
all the guests, when come lu, bring their
flowers and pearls and diamonds, and
throw them on this pryamld. aud let it be
a throne; aod then let Happiness, the
queen, mount the throne, and we
will stand aronud, ami all chalices
lifted, we will say, "Driuk, O queen! live
forever!" But the guests depart, the
flutes are breathless, the last clash of the
impatient hoofs Is beard lu the distance,
and the twain of the household en ne back
to see the Queen of Happiness on the throne
amidst the parlor floor. But, alas! as they
come back, the flowers have faded, the
sweet odors have become the smell of a
charnel-house, and Instead of the Queen of
Happiness there sits there the gaunt form
ot Anguish, with bitten lipaud sunken eye,
and ashes In ber hair. The romp of the
dancers who bave left seems rumbling yet,
like jarring t'i'inder? that quake the floor
aud rattle the glasses of the feast rim to
rim. The spilled wine on the floor turns
into blood. The wreaths of plush have be
come wriggling reptiles. Terrors catch
tangled in the canopy tnnt overhangs the
couch. A strong gust of wind comes
through the hall and the drawlng-rooin and
the bed-chamber, in which all the lights go
out. And from the lips of the wiue-heakers
come the words, ''Happiness Is not in us!"
And the arches respond, "It Is not In us!"
And the silenced instruments ot music,
thruinbed on by Invisible lingers, answer,
"Happiness Is not In us!" Anil the frozen
lips of Anguish break opnn, and, seated on
the throne of wilted flowers, she strikes
ber bony bands together, and groans, "It
Is not In me!"
That very night a olork with a salary ot
a thousand dollars a year only one thou
sandgoes to his home, set up three
months ago, just after the marriage day.
Love meets bim at the door; love sits with
hlin nt the table; love talk over the work
of the day; love takes down tli-i Bible, and
reads of Him who came our souls to save;
and they kneel, and while they are kneel
ing right In that plain roo:n, on the plain
carpet the angels of G 1 build a throne,
not out of flowers that perish and fade
away, but out of garlands of heaven,
wreath on top of wruth, a naranth on am
aranth, until the throne is done.
Then tile harps of Gol sound
ed, and suddenly there appeared
one who mounted tins throne with eve so
bright and brow so fair fiat th twain
knew it was Christaiu Live. And they
knelt at the foot of the throue, and, put
ting one band on each hna I, she blessed
them and said, "Happiuess is with me!"
And that throne of celestial bloom with
ered not with the passing years; aud the
queen left not the throne till oue day the
married pair felt stricken In years felt
themselves cal'e.l away, ail knew not
which way to go, and the queen bounded
from the throne, and said, "Follow me,
and I will show you the way up to the
realm ot everlasting love." And so they
went np to sing sougs of love, and walk on
pavements of love, and to live together In
mansions ot love, and to rejoloa forever in
the truth that God is love.
It is good to begin well, better to end
well.
Of all poverty, that of " mind is
most pitiable.
An outraged friend is w . : se than a
dozen enemies.
Woman can smile In the face of the
world when her heart" is breaking.
Reason helps the wise and cudgels
the foolish.
Many talk like philosophers and like
' fool.
Contentment Is a goo.l thing until
it reaches the point where It sits In
the shade and lets the weeds grow:
To be good and disagreeable is high
treason against the royalty of virtue.
Gun metal belts with steel ornamen
tation are very effective.
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