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Vir.
BGHWEIBB,
TH OOMUAiON-THE TJNION-AND THE ENFORCEMENT OF THE LAWS.
VOL JJII
MIFFUNTOWN, JUNIATA COUNTY. PENNA.. WEDNESDAY. FEBRUARY 8.1899.
NO. 9.
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"Jlv i 'i's sro so heavy, Mrs. Rivers."
said the faint voice. "I wish you could
taik to sleep."
'I'jii v were alone now, anil the fight for
life or .T. ;i r 1 was to be lost or won that
nipbt; aieiie with the prim anzel whose
shaduw iav on the fair, boyish face.
"Yon will tell me the truth, I know," he
' ai.l. ' Papa cried this evening when he
kissed me. Am I in danger, Mrs. Rivers?
Am 1 coins to die?"
There was sueh wondering awe on the
youns fa-'O swh linht and fear in tht
lar-e l-riir!it eye, she knew not how to
answer: yet slie had been by too man;
deathbeds to hesitate long.
"We hope not," she said, quietly. "Life
and death are in CJod's hands. If He
wants you. Uupcr if He calls yon, you
will be w illing to go?"
"Yes." he replied; "it is not that. I do
not think I am frightened. Heaven, they
sav, is very fair, and God so good. I
wanted to know the truth, because of poor
papa."
She knelt down by his side, and drew
the hot. tired head on to her breast; she
pillowed him in her tender arms, and,
bending over him. whispered such words
as might have been spoken by angel lipev
words so full of love, of mercy, of hope
so glowins in their grand description of
the land "where there is no sorrow and no
wrong." that the boy listened aa one en
chanted. "You speak just as my mother did," h
whispered, quietly: "she always told ma
every uit:ht n'oout God, and the angels,
and heaven. She used to sing a pretty lit
tle hymn. Io you know it ?' Paradise. "
"I "know it. desr; I will sing it, if yon
trill try to go to sleep. Shut your eye
snd listen."
The bunting eyelids closed slowly, and
Rupert !av still and motionless. There
s-as deep unbroken silence; then the sweet
voice, still hushed and low, rose, singing
the beautiful hymn. The boy listened as
one soothed by an angel's song. Only
once the blue-veined lips trembled, and he
eaid:
"You sing like my mother, too. She ia
Binging among the ang now; but I am
sure her voice is like you.-. I will be
quite still now, and think."
While he lay thinking she knelt to pray.
She prayed from the very depths of her
broken heart that her son might be spared,
and that she might be taken in his place.
When the prayer was ended she knelt,
watchin? bim, while the dead silence grew
.deeper and deeper.
- Ttcre was a faint murmur from the
wind a low whisper, as though it had
sobbed until It was exhausted. No other
onnd disturbed the profound stillness
which reigned throughout that Tast man
sion. The stars shone in the depths of the
blue skies: the pale moon gleamed and
glistened; fleecy clouds passed over its
face. Trees and flowers were all asleep;
there seemed nothing living, nothing hu
man to watch the tragedy going on in the
Bed Room.
And still Mrs. Rivers knelt with her
face bent over the boy, watching him so
intently that her very soul seemed to have
passed into her eyes. His were closed in
deep, restful thought, but not in sleep.
So silent, so still; not even the creaking
of a door, the sound of a footstep noth
ing to break the charm not even the fa
miliar sound of a "mouse behind the wain
scot." Silence deep and profound as
death itself:
Hark! surely that is the sound of a
woman's dress against the crimson hang
ings'. Gently and noiselessly she rose
from her knees, and stood with her eyes
on the tapestry.
Then how was it the shock did not kill
her? then she saw the tapestry move
slightly, aa though some one had touched
it lightly on the other side. There was no
onnd, no stir.
Another moment, and from between the
.hangings, where two pieces of crimson
tapestry met, she saw a white hand. She
could neither move nor stir; she waa root
d to the ground in terror too intense for
any weak words to describe.
The hand was withdrawn, then it reap
peared, holding this time a small vial, full
f a clear liquid like cold water. That
as placed noiselessly on the stand, and
the bottle containing the opiate was with
drawnstill without sound. It waa so
P?ntly; so noiselessly done, that had Mrs.
levers been looking another way had
he been engaged with her patient ahe
could not possibly have known what had
been done.
In one moment it flashed across her.
"bo had taken the opiate that was to
Mve the life of her son? Without it, he
must die. Who had taken It? What was
put m ius place? Only a moment, then
the mother's mighty love that was In her
came to her aid.
Casting one glance at the calm, tranquil
race of her son, she opened the hangings
Just in time to see a figure of some kind
disappear at tie outer door. AH nervous
Bess, all fear died from her. Swifter than
tne wind, she made one noiseless, rapid
rush after the retreating figure, and
caught it in the corridor outside the Red
Iioom.
Caught it, and held it fast with a grasp
J0-.e force came from her mighty love.
tal1, 6!tely figure, yet it writhed in her
It1M-'",led to shudder, to shrink;
and then she said in a low, hushed roice:
jive me back that opiate! Whoever
n!lVr,.1. know not: me back the
of HherP Was no ppl' and in die darkness
or we si.ent corridor the two women could
no. see each other. TT, n .tr,,.. 1
S.ing with fierce force to get away; the
I ) 7: "v1 force even neater still, strug
gled to hold her.
Iow n the broad corridor they went, the
Primer and the gentle woman whose
. e ga,e to her "Oft hands the
wT "1 " Iown, struggling
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llttrlfnaea until -K w
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. . om wuere. for the conven
ing "se wl,om Mrg- Ri'ew might
.immou a hre and a light both burned.
dr'J!2iy avnd desPerately Mrs. Rivers
dragged rather than led her captive there.
";;n turned and locked the door.
dmvn"7hPJ"ie'1- "Beatrice Leigh.
'I'ank heaven that
the
yon have been spared
- "in f murder!"
It w,. wCHApTER XXIV.
enuehtVT, SeIWyn Wh "
tateto vd forced into the "X.
angv Ul tM whit
n a '
How do Ton HimT" .i j.
... - - -muawCTiru;
how do you dare, Mrs. Rivers, to treat
wui caii ira Helwyn. You
are ma! Yon must be driven away from
bere; yu arc mad!"
1 am sane enough, Beatrice Leigh.
o.mo enough to know why yon have stolen
that bottle. Heaven watched over Rupert
Selwyn, or you would have slain him. Ton
had murder in your heart when yon took
it away cruel murder! Ton hate him
because he stands between your child and
Selwyn Oaatle. Ton hats) him because ha
is the son of the woman yon taunted, and
persecuted, and drove forth to death. Ton
hate him because the husband yon have
won by false means loves him. Ton hate
him; and yon have aaid to yourself that
he shall die!"
"It ia false all falser said Lady Bea
trice. "I I thought that medicine too
Irons: for him. and did not care to dis
turb him by going nto the room. If you
think 1 am wrong, take it back and give
It to bim.'
"I win take it back." said Mrs. Rivers;
"but none the less did you mean to murder
my only son!"
"To murder whom?' cried my lady; and
then the two women stood, tall, erect, and
stately, looking with acorching eyes at
each other.
"My son!" repeated the clear voice.
"Ton want to kill him. If he were left
in your power you would kill him. To
save his life I do that which I would not
have done for any other human object. I
claim him!"
"You do what T asked my lady, with a
sneer.
"I claim him," was the calm reply, "for
he is mine."
"Yours!" she cried. "In the name of
heaven, who are yon?"
' "riii TAn ntt OTiM Tton trice? WhAm
did you torture? whom did you perse
cute? whom did you taunt day and
night? From whom did yon steal the love
of husband, the esteem of friends? From
whom did you take every earthly Joy, ev
ery earthly pleasure even the light of
heaven itself? Answer me that."
She could not; ahe had grown whiter
and whitershe had crouched lower and
lower until she knelt now her scared
face buried in her hands.
"Did not the Hfe of the mother content
yon?" continued the clear voice; "must
you take the life of the child? Too a
woman to dream of murder! to let not
bate, hot anger, cruel Jealousy, drive yon
to this! Aak pardon from heaven, Bea
trice Leigh; for most assuredly, had Prov
idence not watched over my son, yon
would have slain him."
"Your son!" cried Lady Beatrice, rising
suddenly and standing before her. "Ia
the name of heaven, who are yon?"
"I am his mother Violante SdwynT
A low, mocking, scornful laugh waa th
only answer.
"I repeat it!" eacboed the clear voice;
"I am his mother Violante Selwyn."
"You are apeaking falsely r cried Lady
Beatrice. "What does thia play-acting,
this absurd ranting mean? You are most
surely mad. Lady Violante Selwyn the
low-born woman who inveigled my noble
husband into marrying her ia dead. I
saw her dead: I saw her buried; ahe lies
far away in Florence."
"Nay," interrupted the clear voice, "sue
is here! Look well at me; do yon not
know my face? Do you not know my
voice? Do yon want further proof? See!"
Then, with calm, quiet hands that had
ceased to tremble, she removed the wid
ow's cap, the false hair that bad so effec
tually disguised her, and then, when Bea
trice saw the soft golden curls clustering,
short, and wavy, she uttered a low cry,
as though she stood face to face with
specter.
"Have yon rken from the dead?" ahs
asked.
The dead never return," was the grave
reply. "Do you believe now that I am
Violante Selwyn?"
"You did it all for thia one hour of
vengeance and of triumph," said Bea
trice. "It ia not so' You have tried to kill my
son, and my heart ia full of indignation,
of sorrow, and of anger; but believe me,
for the disgrace I have unthinkingly and
unconsciously brought down upon youi
bead, I am sorry sorry with my whole
soul. I would kneel to beg your forgive
ness for it; I would do anything to atone
for it." .
"Disgrace!" cried Beatrice. "On, heav
en! that any living woman should nee
that word to me!"
Her tall figure waa drawn to its utmost
height, her dark eyes flashed fire.
"I have to thank the plotting, low-born
daughter of a country attorney that I,
Beatrice Leigh, am disgraced!" ahe cried;
"that I have lived for aix years with the
man I love, yet am not his wife; that I
have borne a child who haa no right to ita
father's name! It ia to you I owe it!"
The fair head drooped before her un
utterable sorrow.
"It is all my fault," said Violante meek
ly. "Would that I could bear the punish
ment alone."
"It is your fault," said Beatrice. She
drew herself up with the hauteur of a
queen. She raised her bare white arms
as though appealing to the h ghest tri
bunal. "Listen!" she cried. "You have
outwitted me. You have triumphed over
me. I curse you! I curse the fair beauty
of your face; I would fain trample t out.
Sleeping, waking, eating, weeping, laugh
ing, I curse you, Violante Selwyn, and I
bVtoTante made no attempt to stay thl
passionate torrent of words.
"I must return to my child." she said.
"Beatrice. Rupert'. We tremb
balance; the least excitement will WU Mm.
Let us keep this secret yet a little loner
cn tomorrow evening
are if my boy diea I ahall t
then it will not matter. It bel hwWj
morrow evening, cost what! M m lf
ten my husband myself, then f0?" my
presence for evermore. WW jou keep my
secret until then?" iT.
"As yon will." was the
-And. Beatrice. I have something w
iw YoVnaverted to kin my "
::'"
not forgive yon, Vlojaste SeJwn.
. - rrom neavea asked me. I will curse
you. and hate yon; but forgive you, so help
me, heaven, I never will."
"You will keep my secret until to-morrow
r said Violante humbly.
"K, by the rking of my finger," said
Beatrice Leigh, "I could stretch yon dead
at my feet, I would lay yon there. Bet
terT Violante Selwyn, to have made your
self any other enemy. You shall not tri
umph in the end."
And so defiant, so proud, so wicked was
the face turned to Violante, that she shud
dered aa with mortal cold.
"Remember," hissed Beatrice, aa ahe
passed her. "my last word to you waa a
curse!"
She swept from the room without an
other look at the unhappy woman she left
behind.
(To be continued.)
Ntoaravaroav Canal aa It Is.
The Nicaragua ship canal is in the
condition of more than one great en
terprise of similar character; the route
has been surveyed and pronounced per
fectly feasible, and a considerable
amount of work haa been done at vari
ous points along the course of the pro
posed waterway. So vast, however. Is
the outlay necessary, that a single com
pany, no matter how wealthy, la not
able to handle the enterprise, for years
must elapse ere the completion of the
work, and probably years more before
an income can be derived from it which
will pay Its running expenses and the
Interest on Its bonds. The Nicaragua
Canal Commission estimates the cost of
the canal at $133,407,000, and the only
possible way of raising this Immense
sum is for some government to guar
antee that the interest on the bonds
win be raid until such time aa the
canal company Is Itself able to meet
Its own expenses. Congress has re
peatedly been asked to take action in
this direction, but has not done so, its
experience with the Union Pacific roads
not having been so favorable as to Jus
tify the further undertaking of enter
prises so great; an additional objection
being found in the fact that the pro
posed canal lies beyond the territorial
jurisdiction of the' United States. If
It Is ever finished, however, the canal
win prove of almost Incalculable value
to the commerce of the world. The
total length of the canal, along the pro
posed route from ocean to ocean, will
be 168.4 miles. Including Lake Nica
ragua In this estimate. A steamer
starting from New York to San Fran
cisco Is now compelled to pass around
the Horn and traverse a distance of
15,660 miles; by the Nicaragua Canal
the distance would be 4,807 miles, and
the saving to onr government in the
shifting of vessels from the Atlantic
to Pacific stations would In fuel alone
be enormous, to say nothing of the
economy of time. St Louis Globe
Democrat. ' It is a common mistake to Judge of
character wholly by the emotions, de
sires and affections. They form a large
part of it, certainly. He who loves good
and hates evil, who wishes to do right,
whose Intentions are pure, and whose
impulses are excellent, la of course a
very different kind of person from one
whose inclinations lead him In an oppo
site direction, and Is far more estim
able. Yet we cannot afford to omit In our
estimate that strength of purpose
which carries ont the desires and con
verts unformed hopes into actions and
realities. Some persons are so consti
tuted that this process foUows on in
stinctively. No sooner Is a purpose formed thaa
the means to fulfill It are chosen, adopt
ed, and set to work. Conscious of a
need, they begin at once to supply It.
If they espouse a principle, they live up
to It; If they favor a reform, they help
to promote it; If they are indignant at
some Injustice, they set about prevent
ing It.
Others, satisfied with a good inten
tion, postpone its fulfilment indefinite
ly; they think the work Is almost done
when they have deckled to do it; where
as this Idea la the very hindrance which
often prevents It from being done at
all.
Drank: a Gallon of Water.
Theodore Bock, of Hamilton Ohio,
aged 18, took a novel way to enter the
army at Fort xnomas. xonng bock
was shy eight pounds avordupols to
come np to the required weight, and
remembering the old adage, a pint's a
pound the world around, swallowed a
gallon of water before taking bis ex
amination. The scheme worked and
Bock la now a full-fledged soldier.
No Tim. Lost.
"I wonder why it Is that meetings of
the unemployed are always called on
Sunday?"
"That is so the men who attend will
not be forced to lose a day from their
work." Exchange.
The Belgian government offers a
prize of $10,000 for .the Invention of a
match paste containing no phosphorus
and not otherwise dangerous to health
in Its manufacture. Of course, other
points are required, but the object of
the offer is to find a way to do away
with -a dangerous employment.
Enjoy present pleasures In such a
way as not to Injure future onea
Seneca.
There are 47 Chinese temples In the
United States.
Space has a temperature of 200 de
grees below sero.
Fish with white flesh are more eas
ily digested than fish with reddish
flesh.
Queen Victoria's favorite sonar Is
said to be "And ye shall walk in Bilk
attire."
Cashmere shawls are made of the
hair of a diminutive goat found In Lit
tle Thibet.
Trains run from Pekln to Tien Tsln.
China. In four hours the distance be
ing 128 miles..
The tents of the Bedouin Arabs are
usually black. They are made of dyed
goat's hair cloth.
It is a curloua fact that the honey
bee waa never known in the United
States till imported from England.
The heart beats ten strokes a min
ute less when one is lying down than
when one is In an upright position.
The late Mme. Carnot waa fond of
bueylng herself with the garden and a
nhouse built by her late husband.
It has been ascertained that one of
the mountains to the moon Is SftOOO feet
Ma-h. while several are upward of J0.-
000 feet
I iW THE QUICKSANDS.
ELI TAYLOR was a typical
frontiersman. HIa father bad
been a pioneer 'and his grand
father had been klUed by Indians
"away back when Missouri an' Arkan
saw belonged to the French," to use
his own language.
Whenever-Ell Taylor, could see the
moke of a neighbor's cabin he became
possessed with the Idea that the coun
try was getting to be too thickly set
tled and correspondingly nnhealtby,
and be bundled bla family Into one of
those huge wagons known as "a prairie
schooner" and moved further west.
This be persisted In doing until one
day he found himself under the shadow
of the Rocky Mountains, and be woke
up to the fact that bis wife was a
broken-down old woman and bis
daughter Lena and bis son Tom "about
as big as they was erer goln' to get to
be."
Young Tom Taylor had not Inher
ited the gypsy love of change that had
distinguished his ancestors. He was a
sturdy, sensible fellow and wanted to
settle down on & farm, where bis moth
er could live better than she bad been
doing, and where Lena could have a
chance to know more about books,
which she had learned to read In some
unaccountable way, and of which she
waa very fond. 5
And so EU Taylor In bis 60th year
settled down to the cultivation ofr a
farm not far from what Is now Canyon
City, but which was then a cluster of
cabins where prospectors rested before
going over the mountains to South
Park.
Here EU Taylor and young Tom
worked with so much success that
within a few years they had a comfort
able bouse and outbuildings, a dozen
cows and as many horses, and, great
est of all evidences of prosperity,
money laid by for a rainy day.
Lena Taylor, though miles away
from the nearest neighbor, was not
destined to remain unknown and un
appreciated. The fame of her thrift
and her beauty was discussed -.abcut
te.campflr.f-ptopectwre-'Jnithe
mountains. Many of them had gone a
day's Journey out of their way to see
her, and the general opinion was that
the man who made a successful
"claim" to her band would have, by all
odds, the finest piece of property In the
territory.
It has been said that poverty and suf
fering are the greatest tests of charac
ter, but we are Inclined to think that
It require, a stronger, nobler nature to
withstand a change in the face of sud
den prosperity than to meet reversals
with philosophy. .
BU Taylor, was prosperous, and with
bla prosperity vanished hi Inborn dis
like for settled communities. It was
he who carried all the farm produce to
Canyon City and purchased there such
supplies aa were needed by his thrifty
family.
Had he confined bis purchases to
these supplies all would have been
well, but, unfortunately, be had a
chance to gratify his taste for strong
drink, and be yielded to it till the pas
sion became his master.
The saloons of the frontier at that
time were open gambling dens, "run"
by sharpers who plundered without re
morse the men they bad first maxle
drunk.
One these places was kept by a
man named "Mart" Estel, who had tb.
coveted reputation of wealth and the
unenviable reputation of a desperado
who had killed a number of men. He
always denied being rich, and when
questioned about bis shooting exploits
be would lay his hand on bis hip and
say, with a chilling laugh:
"You can bet that when Mart Estel
finds himself In a tight box be knows
how to fix the lock that will let him
ut"
Estel's saloon become a favorite re
sort with Ell Taylor, and be not only
got drunk there, but the news reached
hie family that he had fallen Into the
habit of gambling. The latter report
was confirmed by the fact that he no
longer accounted for the money he bad
got from the sale of bla produce.
Lena and her brother begged their
father to keep away from Canyon City,
but, unheeding them and blind to the
tears of his Invalid wife, he persisted
in the course.
And now the son and daughter, who
had been so eager to secure a perman
ent home, expressed an anxiety to move
further Into the wilderness, but their
father became stubborn, saying:
- "You made me settle down bere and
here I'll stay."
When matters were nearlng their
worst a young man, dressed In the
garb of a hunter, but with a refinement
of manner that convinced Lena that
be was not "an original mountaineer,"
came to the valley In which the Taylor
farm was situated and asked to board
there while be hunted and prospected
in the neighboring mountains. He gave
his name as "George Herron," and as
he offered $8 a week for the accommo
dation and showed a willingness to pay
In advance, Mrs. Taylor and Lena
agreed to take him In.
George Herron was a handsome and
rather a melancholy young man such
a one as must appeal powerfully to the
virgin heart and lofty Imagination of
the frontier girl.
Be was away a great deal often for
nights at a time, and when be returned
be bat seldom brought game, though
be always had strange wild flowers for
Lena and curious specimens of ores,
which he examined with his nlcro
cope and acids.
Love la largely a matter of associa
tion; It Is not, therefore, to be wonder
ad at that Lena grew to watch the
momataln trail for the coming of the
young banter, nor that the light of
gladness left her expressive face
whenever she saw him disappearing In
the rocky heights above the vaUey.
Of late Mart Estel had taken to visit
ing the valley, but It chanced that be
never came there except when George
Herron waa away.
EU Taylor bad ceased going to Can
yon City; Indeed, be seemed to have
lost aU Interest In the farm, in his
family, and in himself. -
Lena and her mother tried to cheer
him, and Tom worked harder than ever
to make up for his father's losses, but
still Eli went about like a man whose
heart was broken.
The reason for this melancholy was
at length made manifest. One day
Mart Estel, accompanied by a stoat,
florid man of 40 who looked much like
himself, came to the farm and held a
long consultation with EH Taylor.
"I have kept it all from my children,"
said Ell Taylor to Estel and his com
panion, who was known as "Lawyer
Roggs," "but I reckon the best way Is
to have them In and make a clean
breast of It"
"Yes; they might as well know it first
as last," said Estel, "and more par
ticularly Lena, for she's got it in her
power to square the account."
"How so?" asked Ell.
"Didn't I tell you how when last you
was down, and didn't you promise to
speak to her about It?" asked Estel.
"I wasn't myself then. I've forgot
-VfM i'W -' ' lPsTrroBDed
11
'TOD B1VI XT 1SJWIR," SA.ID LIIA.
all about It, and I wish I could forget
that 1 ever came to this settlement,"
said the distracted man.
"Have your family in and let us talk
It over." said' Lawyer Roggs, as he
drew some papers from bla pocket.
Mrs. Taylor, Lena and Tom were
called In, and Mart Estel, without any
preliminaries, went on to tell bow for
a year or more Ell Taylor bad been
getting deeper and deeper Into bis
debt
"I loaned money and did all I could
for Mr. Taytor," said Estel, "and at
last seeing that he could not pay me,
I took a mortgage on the farm and the
stock. The mortgage Is due, and If
Mr. Taylor or none of the famUy ain't
able to take It up I'll sell the place or
I'll take It for what's doe me."
"I don't know anything about law,"
said Tom Taylor, "and I don't want to
know, but I've tried, and so have
mother and Lena, to work hard and
make a living up to this time. Father
had no right to mortgage the farm
and the stock, for they are more of my
making than of bis, and I do not pro
pose to let any man Interfere with my
righto."
"Ah. my young friend," said Lawyer
Roggs. opening one of the papers be
held In bis hand, "your father has bere
sworn that he owns this farm and the
stock; If he has sworn to what ain't
true, why, all Mr. Estel has to do is to
apply to the officers of the law In Den
ver and bare him arrested for swin
dling and perjury.
On hearing this EU Taylor groaned
and his wife covered her face with her
thin bands.
"I have no more to say about It," said
Tarn, going to the door, "only this
that the man who arrests -my father
will undertake a life Job, and the man
who carries out our little property
must do so by force."
After Tom bad gone Lena asked:
"Mr. Estel, can't you give us time to
pay you? Father got only arm at your
place. He was not a drunkard nor a
gambler before we came bere."
"And I didn't make bim one or the
other," said Estel. "But I told him be
fore what I teU you now that is, that
you can say one word that'll free bim
from debt and make yourself rich."
"What Is that?' asked Lena, with
forced calmness.
"Be my wife," said Estel, reaching
out bis hand.
Leuu drew back and the color fled
ner face. Her simple life bad made her
unconventional, s that she spoke her
mind without an$ thought of the con
sequences. "Marry your' she said. "How could
I do so when I do not love you?"
"But you wlU learn to love me," said
Estel.
"That Is Impossible."
"Why so?"
"Because I love another."
"Who la beT
"That matters not," she said, with
spirit "you have my answer."
"But I wUl not take no' for an an
swer. Think over what I have said,
and in one week I ahall return; should
you then refuse me I shall take what
is mine,"
With this ultimatum Estel and his
friend left
BU Taylor and his wife triad to make
Lena see that It would be to the ad
vantage of all if she accepted Estel's
proposal, but she firmly replied:
"I am ready to die to save either my
father or my mother, but It Is too much
to aak me to sell my soul."
Tom stoutly took his sister's side,
and when George Herron returned,
which he did that evening, they told
him all that had happened and asked
his advice.
T can help yon by giving you the.
money," replied the young hunter, "but
my belief Is that these fellows are
thieve, and are playing a bluff game;
If so, I think Tom and I can match
them."
"It's this young Herron that Lena's
In love with," said EU Taylor to bis
wife. "If It wasn't for bim she'd have
Estel and we could keep the place. I
won't have bim about here no longer."
In his blunt way the old man told
George Herron to leave, frankly ex
plaining the reason, and George said
In reply:
- "If I cannot help you, Mr. Taylor, I
wlU not stay In your way."
The next evening, after a long talk
with Lena and her brother, the young
hunter shouldered bis rifle and went
away, and EU Taylor felt that bis
property would be now secure. In which
event he compromised with his selfish
ness by promising himself that be
would never get drunk nor gamble
again.
At length the dreaded day cam ant
with It Estel, Roggs and a number of
men they bad brought to take posses
sion of the place.
They found Lena even more deter
mined than before, for she positively
refused to speak to Estel In the house.
"Will you speak to me outsider' be
asked.
"Yes; on the bridge over Quicksand
Creek," she replied. This was the
bridge on the road leading from the
farm to Canyon City, and the stream
which it spanned was filled with the
quicksand that makes traveling In that
region such a terror.
Fearing some harm, Estel's friends
foUowed at a distance, and the moment
be stood on the bridge with Lena they
saw a young man In hunter's garb ap
pear at the other end. They heard
this young man cry out: "We meet at
last, Belman!"
Estel seemed frozen with terror;
after a few seconds be laid his band
on the bridge railing and leaped over.
bis object being escape, but he found
himself In the remorseless grasp of the
quicksands.
Roggs and others ran up only to see
Estel or S&felman," for these were
only a few of bis names, disappearing.
"ThatWic.H." said George Herron,
pointing to the stream., "murdered and
mTr tSJtber two years ago in
Salt Lake City. I v9- &eeh - IoorH
Tofnlm ever since, but I bold you to
witness that he died by bis own act"
With their champion gone Roggs and
his companions had no further inter
est In bis case... Ell Taylor was never
troubled again. He changed his hab
its and made over his farm to his son,
though be thinks that bis son-in-law,
George Herron, Is quite as fine a fel
low as Tom. New York Ledger.
Cabby's Kevenge.
A stipendiary magistrate in a town
In Yorkshire who was not given to err
on the side of leniency once had before
bim a cab driver wbo was charged with
furious driving. After some severe
comments on the man's conduct a
heavy fine was Imposed.
A few days after the trial the magis
trate, wbo had been detained rather
longer than usual in the court was hur
rying along to catch his train, when,
seeing an empty cab bandy, be hallc-d
the driver and directed him to proceed
to the station, teUIng him that be was
pressed for time. The driver, however.
heedless of the hint kept to a very gen
tle trot
"I say. I say, my man," exclaimed the
fare, with his bead out of the window.
"drive faster than this."
"It can't be done, sir," replied the driv
er. "Ye see, if we drives faster we're
had up afore the beak, and we gets
fined; so we has to be careful."
He did not alter his pace and neither
did the "beak" catch bla train. London
Tid-Bito.
Doubt rnL
-The foUowlng remark of a HIghlanu
clergyman, taken from the Spectator,
shows that a Celt Is a Celt, In Scotland
as well as in Ireland.
In a sermon preached In a small
church In Strath Spey, the pastor, after
inveighing against slothfulness, said by
way of cUmax:
"Do you think Adam and Eve went
about tbe Garden of Eden with their
bands in their pockets?"
Tbe Cause.
Asklns What has caused the change
In Maj. Stiff's appearance of late? He
used to look like one born to command.
Grimshaw He Is married now, and
has made the discovery that he wasn't
born for any such purpose. Puck.
The Camel aa a Plow Hone.
Count Bkorzewskl, a wealthy land
owner In the province of Posen, Ger
many, to. the amazement of his rustic
neighbors, has introduced a novel de
parture on his Csernlejewoel estates,
which stands a fair chance of being
widely imitated In agricultural districts
in Western Europe. Instead of a horse
or ox or a camel Is yoked to the plow,
and the experiment has proved success
ful beyond the count's most sanguine
expectations. The camel, inured to
hardships and privations, does donble
tbe work of a pair of horse, la exceed
ingly tractable and can be kept In good
condition for a camel on a compara
tively amaU quantity of Inferior fodder.
The "8korzewskl quadruped a," aa the
peasants of Posen facetiously call the
laborious intruders, were soon a cell
matised, and are the envy of the coun
tryside. Qraapias
ChoUio Might I give you a pocket
book as a gift?
' DolHe What would there be In It fot
me?
Half. I
ah. Vm .mH h.ir j. j, I
She You were scared half to deato
the day we were married.
Hs Only half, unfortunately.-
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i of nm l u lis linaaiislsii h
SERMONS OF THE DAY
tatgaet: -rhe Pow.r oc a'.ra.v.raBM"
The Socciwifnl At. Not the Most Bril
liant, But Those Wha Everlastingly
Stick to On. liln. of Endeavor.
. Tsit: "But when the children of Israel
srled unto thn Lord, the Lord raised them
op a deliverer, Ehud the son of Oera, a
Benjamlte. a man left handed; and by him
tbe children of. Israel sent a present unto
Eglon, the king o( Hoab." Judges lit., IS.
Ehud was ruler in Israel. He was left
banded, and what was peculiar about the
tribe of Benjamin, to whloh he belonged,
therejwere in it 700 left handed men, and yet
so dexterous had they all become In the uso
of the lett band tbat the Bible says they
could sling stones at a hairbreadth and not
miss. Well, there was a king by tbe name
of Eglon, who was an oppressor ot Israel.
He Imposed upon them a most outrageoui
tax. Ehud, the man ot whom I first spoke,
bad a divine commission to destroy tbat
oppressor. Hs came pretending tbat hi
was going to pay the tax and asked to see
Eglon. He was told tbat he was in the sum
mer bouse, tbe place to which tbe king re
tired when it was too hot to sit in tht
palace. This summer house was a' place
surrounded by flowers and trees and spring- ;
ing fountains and warbling birds. Ehud i
entered the summer bouse and said tc
Eglon that he had a secret errand with him.
Immediately all the attendants were waived
out ot the royal presence. King Eglon
rises up to receive tbe messenger. Ehud,
the left handed man, puts his lett hand to
his rlgbt side, pulls out a dagger and
thrusts Eglon through until the shaft went
In after the blade. Eglon falls. Ehud
eomes forth to blows trumpet of llbertj
amid the mountains of Epbraim, and a
host is marshaled, and proud Moab sub
mits to the conquerer and Israel is free.
So, O Lord, let all Thine enemies perish!
Bo, O Lord, let all Thy friends triumphl
I learn first from this subject the powei
ot left handed men. There are some men
who by physical organization have at
much strength in tbetr left band as in theli
rlgbt hand, but there is something in tbe
writing ot this text whloh Implies that
Ehud had some defect In bis rlgbt band
which compelled bim to use his left. Oh,
the power of left banded menl Genius if
often self-observant, careful of itself, not
given to much toil, burning Incense to Its
own aggrandisement, while many a man
with no natural endowments, actually de
fective In physical and mental organiza
tion, has an earnestness for tbe right, pa
tient Industry, all consuming persever
ance, which achieve marvels tor the king
dom of Christ. Though left banded ae
Ehud, they can strike down a sin as great
and imperial as Eglon.
I have seen men of wealth 'gather about
them all their treasures, snuiflng at tht
world lying in wickedness, roughly order
ing Lazarus off their doorstep, sending
their dogs, not to lick his sores, but te
hound him off their premises; catching all
tbe pure rain ot God's blessing into tbe
stagnant, ropy, frog Inhabited pool ol
their own selfishness right banded men
worse than useless while many a man
with large heart and littl. purse has out
of his limited means made poverty leap toi
joy and started an Influence tbat overspant
th. grave and will swing round and round
th. throne of God world without end.
Ah, mel It is high time that yon left
handed i nen, who have been longing foi
this gif pand that eloquence and tbe othei
man's wealth, should take your hands out
- H T.onr Pc.e"-.
tets. w no maae an meae ru-
roaa.? STtG Se;S)ll tSMseXSitlsaf-Th
started all these eburebw and schools anc
asylums? Wbo bas done th. tugging ano
running and pulling? Men of no wonder
ful endowments, thousands of tbem ac
knowledging themselves to be left handed,
and yet tbey were earnest, and yet the
were triumphant.
But I do not suppose that Ehnd, the first
time he took a sling In his left hand could
throw a stone at a hair-breadth and not
miss. I suppose it was practice tbat gavi
him the wonderful dexterity. Go forth t
your spheres ot duty and be not discour
aged If, In your first attempts you miss thi
mark. Ebud missed It. Take anotbei
stone, put It carefully into the sling, swine
It around vour bead, take better aim anc
th. next time you will strike the centre
The first time a mason rings bis trowel
upon tbe brick be does not expect to put
In a perfect wall. The first time a carpen
ter sends the plane over a board or drivet
a bit through a beam be does not expect
to make perfeot execution. The lire'
time a boy attempts a rhyme be dooi
not expect to chime "Lalla Bookh," oi
a "Lady ot the Lane." Do not tx
surprised If fin your first efforts at dolnj
Sood you are not very largely successful
hderstand that usefulness is an art, a sol
ence, a trade. There was an oculist per
forming a very difficult operation on tht
human eve. A young doctor stood by anc
said: "How easily you do tbat; it don't
oeem to cause you any trouble at all.1
"Ah," said the old oculist, "it is very easi
now, but I spoiled a hatful of eyes to lean
that." Be not surprised if It takes somi
practice before we can help men to mora
eyesight and bring tbem to a vision of tht
cross. Left handed men, to the work
Take tbe gospel for a sling and faith anc
repentanoe for tbe smooth stone from thi
brook, take sur. aim, God direct the weap
on, and great Gollaths will tumble befort
you.
Whan Garibaldi was going out to battli
he told his troops what he wanted tbem t
do, and after he had described what hi
wanted them to do they said, "Well, gen.
eral. what ar. you going to give us for al.
this?" "Well," b. replied, ,5I don't know
what els. you will get, but you will get
hunger, and cold, and wounds and deatb.
How do you like it?" His men stood be
fore him for a little while In silence and
then tbey threw up their hands and cried,
W. are tbe menl w. are the menl" Tbe
Lord Jesus Christ calls you to His service.
I do not promise you an easy time In tbli
world. You may have persecutions, and
afterwards there comes an eternal weight
of glory, and you can bear the wounds,
and tne bruises, and tne misrepresenta
tions. If you have the reward afterward.
Have you not enough enthusiasm to en
out, "We are the menl We are the menl '
We laugh at tbe children ot Bhinar foi
trying to build a tower that could reach tc
the heavens, but I think if our eyesight
were only good enough we could see
Babel in many a dooryard. Ob, tbe strug
gle Is fierce! It is store against store,
house against house, street against street,
nation against nation. The goal forwhiob
men are running Is chairs and chandeliers
and mirrors and bouses and lands and
presidential equipments. If they get what
tbey anticipate, what have they? Men are
not safe from calumny while tbey live, and,
worse than that, they are not safe after
tbey are dead, for I have seen swine root
up graveyards. One day a man goes up
into publicity, and the world does bim
honor, and people climb into sycamore
trees to watch him as he passes, and as be
goes along on the shoulders of tbe people
there is a waving of bats and a wild buzza.
To-morrow tbe same man is caught be
tween the jaws of the printing press and
mangled and bruised, and the very same
persons who applauded him before cry,
"Down with the traitor! down with html"
Belshazzar sits at the feast, the mighty
men ot Babylon sitting all around him.
Wit sparkles like the wine and tb. wine
lik. the wit. Musio rolls up among the
chandeliers; the chandeliers flash down
on tbe decanters. The breath of banging
gardens floats in on the night air. Tbe voice
of revelry floats out. Amid wreaths and
tapestry and folded banners a finger
writes. The march of a host Is heard on
the stairs. Laughter catches in the
:hroat. A thousand hearts stop beating.
The blow is struck. The blood on the
loor is richer hued than the wine on the
Able. The kingdom bas departed. Bel
hazzar was no worse perhaps than hun
lreds of people in Babylon, but his post
.ion slew him. Oh, be content with just
raeh a position as God. has placed you lnl
(t may n.t be said of us, "He was a great
reneral." or "He was an honored ohief.
I :ain," or "He was mighty in worldly !at-
'ainment," but this may he said ot you and
"Ho was a good citizen, a faithful
3hrlstain, a f rlend to Jesus." And that in
;he last day will be th. highest of all eulo-
riums.
I learn further from this subject that
loath eomes to the summer house. Eglon
iu."a ' iuiu insi an. piate.
Imid all th flower leaves coat drifted ilk
rammer snow into the window, in the
.'inkle and dash of fountains, In th. sound
)f a thousand leaves fluting on one tree
oranob, In the eool breeze that cam. up
:o shake th. feverish, trouble out of the
ting's looks there was nothing that spake
3f death, but there he diedl In the winter,
when the snow Is a shrond, and when the
wind Is a dirge. It Is easy to think of out
mortality, but when the weather Is
pleasant and all our surroundings . are
agreeable, how difficult it is for us to
appreciate the truth tbat we are mortal!
and yet my text teaches that death does
lometimes come to tbe summer house. He
Is blind and cannot see the leaves. He is
deaf and cannot bear the fountains. Ob,
it death would ask ns for victims we
could point him to hundreds of people who
would rejoice to have him come. Push
back the door ot that hovel. - Look at the
little child cold, and sick, and hungry.
It has never heard the name of God but in
Diaspn.my. Parents Intoxicated, 'stag
gering around Its stray bed. Oh, death,
there is a mark for theel Up with It Into
the light! Before those little feet stumble
onjife a pathway eive them rest.
Here Is an age'd man. He has done hir
work. He bas done it gloriously. The
companions of his youth all gone, blf
ohildren dead, he longs to be at rest, and
wearily tbe days and the nights pass. H
says. "Come, Lord, Jesus, come quickly!'
OS, death, there Is a mark for theel Take
from him tbe staff and give bim the seep
terl Up with him into the light, where
eyes never grow dim, and the hair whitens
not through the long years of eternity.
Ab, Deatb will not do tbat. Death turn?
back from the straw bed and from tbe aged
man ready for the skies and comes to the
summer house. What doest thou here,
thou bony, ghastly monster, amid tbli
waving grass and under' this sun
light sifting through the tree
branches? Children are at play.
How quickly their feet go and theli
looks toss in the wind. Father and moth
er stand' at the side of the room looking
on, enjoying their glee. It does not soem
possible tbat the wolf should ever break
into that fold and carry oil a lamb. Mean
while an old archer stands looking
through the thicket. He points his arrow
at tbe brightest of tbe group he is a sura
marksman the bow bends, the" arrow
speeds! Hush now. The quick feet have
stopped and the locks toss no more in the
wind. Laughter has gone out of the hall.
Death in the summer bouse!
Here is a father In midlife. His coming
home at night is the signal for mirth. The
ohildren rush to the door, and there arc
books on the evening stand, and the hours
pass away on glad feet. Tiiore is nothinf
wanting in tbat home. Religion is there
and sacrifices on the altar morning and
night. You look In that household and
say, "I cannot think of anything happier.
I do not really believe the world is so sad
a place as some people describe It to be."
The scene changes. Father Is sick. The
doors must be kept shut. The deathwatnh
chirps dolefully on the hn.trtli. The chil
dren whisper and walk softly where onoe
they romped. Passing the house late at
night, you see the quick glancing of lighti
from room te room. It U all overl Deatb
In the summer bouse!
Here Is an aged mother aged, but not
Infirm. You think you will have the joy ol
caring for her wants s good while yet. As
she goes from house to house, to children
and grandchildren, her coming is a drop
ping of sunlight in tbe dwelling. Youi
ohildren see her coming through the lane
and they cry, "Grandmother's conel'
Oar. tor you has marked upon her face
with many a deep wrinkle, and her back
stoops with carrying onr burdens. Some
day she Is very quiet. She savg she in not
j. -i -
iVk. but aomethin J t
sick, nut something tells y
wikch longer nave a morr-
with you ml limn H I h I M ,m i,
hearth. Her soul aroes ont no cnnn-r
do not exactly know the moment of its "go
ing. Fold the bands that have done so
many kindnesses for you right over tht
heart tbat has beat with love toward yoc
since before you were born. Let the pil
grim rest. She Is weary. Death in the
summer house!
Gather about us what we will of comfort
and luxury. When the pale messengei
comes, he does not stop to look at tb
arobltecture of the house before be comes
in, nor, entering, does be wait to ex
amine tbe clotures we have gathered
on the wall, or, bending over youi
pillow, he does not stop to see
whether there is oolor in the oheek oi
gentleness in the eye or intelligence In
the brow. But what of tbat? Must w
stand forever mourning among tht
graves of our dead? No! No! The people
in Bengal bring cages of birds to the gravel
of their dead, and then they open the caget
and tbe birds go singing heavenward. Sc
I would bring to tbe graves of your dead
all bright thoughts and congratulation!
and bid tbem sing of victory and re
demption. I stamp on tbe bottom o!
the grave, and it breaks through lnt
the light and the glory of heaven. Tht
ancients used to think tbat the strain
entering the Bed sea were very dan
gerous places, and they supposed that tht
wreoked tbat have gone through thost
straits would be destroyed, and they were
In the habit of putting on weeds of mourn
ing for those who had gone on that voy
age, as though they were aotually dead.
Do you know what they called those
straits? They called them tbe "Gate ol
Tears."
After tbe sharpest winter the spring dis
mounts from tbe sboulder of a southern
gale and puts its warm hand upon tht
earth, and In its palm there comes the
grass, and there comes the flowers, and
God reads over the poetry of bird and brook
and bloom and pronounces It very good.
What, my friends, If every winter had not
its spring, and every night its day, and
every gloom Its glow, and every bitter now
its sweet hereafter! If you have been on
the sea, you know, as the ship passes In the
mgnr, mere is a paospnorescent track left
behind it, and as the water rolls up thev
toss w,tQ unimaginable splendor. Well
ross this (treat ocean of human trnnMoa
Jesus walks. Oh, that in the phospores
cent track of His feet we might all follow
and be Illumined!
There was a gentleman In a rail car who
aw in that same car three passengers ot
very different clroumstance. The first
was a maniac. He was carefully guarded
by his attendants. His mind like a ship
dismasted, was beating against a dark,
desolate coast, from which no help could
come. Tbe train stopped and the man was
taken out into the asylum to waste away
perhaps through years of gloom. The sec
ond passenger was a culprit. The outraged
law bad seized on him. As tbe car jolted
the chains rattled. On his face were crime,
depravity and despair. The train halted, and
be was taken out to the penitentiary, to
which be had been condemned. There was
tbe third passenger, under; far different
circumstances. She was a bride. Every
hour was as gay as a marriage bell. Life
glittered and beokoned. Her 'companion
was taking her to her father's house. The
train baited. The old man was there tc
welcome her to her new home, and hl
white locks snowed down upon her as be
sealed his word with a father's kiss. Quick
ly we fly toward eternity. We will soon be
there. Some leave this life condemned cul
prits, and they refuse to pardon. Oh, may
it be with us tbat, leaving this fleeting life
for the next, we may find our Father read
to greet us to our new home with Him for
ever! Tbat will be a marriage banquet
Father's welcome! Father's bosom! Father'!
klssl Heavenl HeavenI
Despondency unnerve, a man, hope
invigorates him.
The house of Capet has the longest
unbroken succession in the male line
from Hugh Capet, king of France in
987. to Louis Philippe's abdiction In
1848.
In Prussia 413 school children under
15 years of age have committed suicide
within the space of ten years. Three
hundred and thirty-seven of them were
boys and seventy-six girls.
The most costly niece of railway
lino In tha u-nrM lu that hotwMn tha
t Uan.lnn linn.. anl 1 MiratA .tn I Inn.
in London, which required the expen
diture of close upon $10,000,000 a mile.
A recent Parisian law compels all
the theatres to have in attendance a
doctor or a surgeon during all the per
formances.
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