- si-- ggipiiri Ml ill : gepUm p. gOHWEIEB. THK OONBTITu VION-THE DNION-AND THE ENFORCEMENT OF THE LAWS. fCOttmr VOL LI II. MIFFLINTOWIN. JUNIATA COUNTY. PENNA.. WEDNESDAY. MARCH 1. 1899. NO. 12. By The Duchess. rllAPTER I. A letter from my father." saya Mr. Monkton. Hinging the letter In question .cross the breakfast table to his wife. "K letter from Sir George r Her dark. pretty face flushes crimson. "nd such a letter after eight years of obstinate silence. There; read it." says her husband, contemptuously. The con tempt is all for the writer of the letter. Mrs. Monkton taking it up, with a most honest curiosity, that might almost be termed anxiety, reads it through, and, hi turn, flings it from her, as though it had been a scorpion. "Never mind. Jack!" says she, with a great assumption of indifference that does not hide from her husband the fact that her eyes are full of tears. "Butter that bit of toast for me before it is quite cold, and give Joyce some ham." "Have you two been married eight whole years'" asked Joyce, laying her el bows on the table, and staring at her sis ter with an astonished gaze. "It seems like yesterday! To look at Barbara, one would not believe she could have been born eight years ago." "Nonsense."' says Mrs. Monkton, laugh ing, and looking as pleased as married women, even the happiest, always do when they are told they look unmarried. "Why, Tommy is seven years old, and there's Mabel, toor "Oh! That's nothing!" says Joyce, air ily, turning her dark eyes, that are love lier, if possible, than her sister's, upon the tnrdv child who is sitting at his father's Tight hand. "Tommy, we all know, it much older than his mother. Much more learned in the wisdom of this world." "Thomas!" says his father, with a rue ful shake of the head; "it is a pity that I tin not like my father!" "Like him! Oh, no," says Mrs. Monk ton, emphatically, impulsively; the latent dislike to the family who had refused to recogniie her on her marriage with their son. taking fire at this speech. Her voice sounds almost hard the gentle voice, that In truth was only meant by her Mother Nature to give expression to all things kind and loving. "But why not, mr -OrmmV.. y n Monkton, magisterially. "Surely, consid tring all things, you have reason to be deeply grateful to Sir George. Why, then, abase him? hy, he "Grateful! To Sir George! To your father!" cries his wife, hotly and quick. "Freddy!" from his sister-in-law brings kirn to a full stop for a moment. "Do yon mean to tell me," says he, brought to bay, "that you have nothing to thank Sir George for?" He is addressing hii wife. "Nothing, nothing!" declares she, vehe mently, the remembrance of that last let ter from her husband's father that still lies, within reach of her view, lending a suspicion of passion to her voice. "Oh. my dear girl, consider!" says Mr. Monkton, lively reproach in his tone, "Has he not given you me, the best hus bind in Europe?" "Ah, what It is to be modest,", says Joyce, with her little quick, brilliant laugh. "Well, It's not true," says Mrs. Monk ton, who has laughed also, in spite of her self and the sorensss at her heart. "He did not give you to me. Yon made me that gift of your own free will. I have, as I said before, nothing to thank him for." "I always think he must be a silly old man," says Joyce, which seems to put a fitting termination to the conversation. Mr. Monkton rises from the table, and hia wife rises, too. "Yon are going to your study?" aska she. a little anxiously. He la about to say "no" to this, but a glance at her face checks him. "les, come with me," says he. Instead, answering the lovely silent appeal in her yes. That letter has no doubt distressed her. She will be happier when she has) talked It over with him they two alone. "He will always have it in his power to annoy me," gays she, quickly. "That, per haps," with a little burst of feeling, "is why I can't forgive him. If I could for get or grow indifferent to it all, I ahould not have this hurt feeling In mv heart. But he is your father, and though he is the most unjust, the cruelest man on earth, I still hate to think he should re gard me as he does." T1" is one "1'D? however, you for It, says Mr. Moukton, gravely. "I don't want to apologize for him, but I would remind you that he has never seen you." "I shall never go to England to see n : i. I shall stay in Ireland always. My own land; the land he despises, the land whose people he detests because he knows nothsng about them. It was one of his chief objections to your marriage with m that I was an Irish girl!" "Barbara," says Monkton, very gently but with a certain reproach, "you almost make me think that you regret our mar riage." "No, I don't," quickly. "If I talked forever, I shouldn't be able to make you th'nk that. But " She turns to him and gazes at him through large eyes that are heavy with tears. "I shall always be sorry for one thing, and that is that you nrst met me where you did." yUr llunt's? M. Burke's?" Nie is not my aunt," with a little '7D or distaste; "she is nothing to me so far as blood is concerned. Oh! Freddy!" ne gtopa close to him and gives him s grief -stricken glance. "I wish my pool iiraer had been alive when first you saw me. 1 hat we could have met for the first tune in the oM h,.n,D i ... .i.-.v.i.- " - at noo oil a u if j .rT r face Plin8 now with intense motion "but VOtl Innld hi.. Innrn al " that 't bad been a fine old place, and "Fr of 11 " She break! bnt 't i s"shtIy- almost imperceptibly, ui Monkton understands that even on more word U u. ,i ! e owner of !t. il" St. Patrick j , Dt Ple." quotes he, with aa ! Msomptjon of gayety he ia far from feel- " My poor child, I don't want to ses any on t .1. . . the 1 mat or you. lou carry 'gn manual. It is written in largt nsracters all n. i I with jou bad known ma heforj my father Cied," saya she, her grief auu pride still unassuaged. "He was so un like everybody else. His manners were sc lovely. He was offered a baronetcy at th end of that Whiteboy business, on account of his loyalty, that nearly cost him hit life, but he refused It, thinking the old name good enough without a handle to it." "Kavanagh, we all know, ia a good name." If he had accepted that title he would save been asthe same as your father!" There is defiance in this sentence. "-iuit the same." "So. no, he could not." her defiance now Mianges into a sorrowful -honesty. "Youi father has been a baronet for centuries my father would have only been a baronet for a few years. 'W ell, never mind that. I've got 70a Without any gross flattery, I consider yon worth a dozen dads. "And yet your fathei "I know." rising to his feet hs brow d.irkeni&. "To you think I don't anffei doubly on your accouut? That I don't feel the insoleuce of his behavior toward you fourfold? There is but on exenst for him and my mother, and that lie la their terrible disappointment about my brother their eldest son." "I know; you have told me," begins she, quickly, but he interrupts her. "Yes, I have been more open with yon than you with me. I feel no pride whert you are concerned. Of course my broth er's conduct toward them ia no excuse foi their conduct toward you, but when on has a sore heart one is apt to be unjust, n id many other things. Yon know what heart-break he haa been to the old peo- t'.e, and is. A gambler, a dishonorable gambler!" Ho turns away from her, and bia nostrils dilate a little; his right hand grows clinched. "Every spare penny they possess had been paid over to him or bis creditors, and they are not overburdened with riches. They had set their hearts on him and all their hopes, and when he fail ed them they fell back on me. The name is an old one; money waa wanted. They had arranged a marriage for me that would have been worldly wise. I, too, di appointed them." "Oh!" she has sprung to her feet, and U staring at bim with horrified eyes. "A marriage! There waa some one else! Did you ever mention thia before?" "Now, Barbara, don't be the baby youi name implies," says he, placing her firmly back in her seat. "I didn't marry that ' heiress, you know, wbk thm I tw y uu-VOt Its?. " "Bat she she " she stammers and ceases suddenly, looking at him with a glance full of question. Woman-like, ev erything haa given way to the awful thought that thia unknown had not been unknown to him and that perhaps he had admired loved 1 "Couldn't hold a candle to yon," says he, laughing in spite of himself at her ex pression, which, indeed, is nearly tragic. "You needn't smother yourself with char i coal because of her. She had made het ' pile, or rather her father had, at Binning ! bam or elsewhere. I never took the trou ble to inquire, and she waa undoubtedly solid in every way. bnt I don't care for the female giant; and so I you know the rest I met yon; I tell you thia only to soften your heart, if possible, toward these lonely, Imbittered old people of mine." "Do you mean that when your brothel disheartened them that they " ah pauses. Vn Thev couldn't mske me their heir. The property is atnciiy eniauea.- iobi need not make yourself miserable imagin ing yon have done me oat of anything more than their good will. George will in herit whatever he haa left them to leave." it ! sad." saya she, with downcast ''"Yes ' He has been a constant source of annoyance to them ever aince he left Eton." "Where is he now?" "Abroad, I believe. In Italy, some where, or France-ot far from a gaming table, you may be eure. But I know noth ing very exactly, aa he does not corre spond with me. and that letter of this morning Is the first I have received from my father for four years. "He must, indeed, hate me," says she, in a low tone. "His elder son such a fail ure, and you he conaidera yon a failure, too "Well, I don't consider myself so," aaya be"Theyrwere in want of money, and you -you married a girl without a penny. 'I married a girl who waa In herself a ia- rotnrna he. laying his hands on her-'aboulder. and giving her a that ..:wh.Tde.Um.tter.en .i.oba -ime. never uuu ,, i- ia'.a done? wnai a " yours!" say. he. drawing her to bim. not die until they have met you and learned why I loved you. r-ll k PTER II. . . : through the garden, ail Joyce is - ,, ni.Tlna rhP sweet, wild wim " "..- 'T', ,. j , Thpv are a little wna suu. round her. They are a 11 of loveiy aiajt " , fills the air . the il Jl ""wn an'd isAying a. if for dear me. - ;HoH. Behind ner --""" ' . , is now danger funons. "-' "w,' armed with a looking garden fork, his fsce reroc.ons looking g r(, rr mson, h.s eye s back- of the chase: Mabel m-" -around, inakina a bad third. miss K..-Ar?KSS out of brentn. ne na fully will have her. dj h t ,he ia worked himself into the be f tn . rod India, ana u red .0 make tomanaj . ;r prepn and, having felieo u. - -bow. when Providence hojvan round a rhododendron boah ot lt, ber for the moment. bnt pre. r.ins it. dashes rouu . . Tonng uiau ward her. decidedly food He is a tan yonnf "J3-- and a to look at, with JfheV very well set shapely head, and sJ together v up. fnl A' f n, 6 " "a". 'rremendou. favr- peopie su", t gnasata. in hia regiment ""rlt u toiM . ... t miaht snazast Itrt lost now It mJt f0 tlligent observer that he considers he haa been hardly used. A very little more haste; and that precipitation must have taken place. He had made an Instinctive, movement toward her with protective arms outstretched; but, though a little cry nad escaped her, she had maintained her. uaiaui-r, aim now stanus loosing at mm with laughing eyes and panting breath,! and two pretty hands pressed against hell bosom. Mr. Dysart lets his disappointed ansa fall to his sides and assumes the aggrieved air of one who has been done but of "a good thing. You!" says she, when at last she can speak. I suppose " returns he. discontentedly. He might just as well have been any one else, or anywhere else such a chance and gone! Never were you so welcome!" cries she. dodging behind him, aa Tommy, fully arm ed, and all alive, comes tearing round the corner. "Mr. Dysart will protect me won't you, Mr. Dysart?" to the young man. who saya "Yes," without stirring a muscle. He would have died at hla pres ent post willingly, because she has laid her dainty fingers on hla shoulders, stand ing behind him, from which safe posit ior she mocka at Tommy with security. Were the owner of the shoulders to stir, the owner of the fingers might remove those delightful members. Need it be said that, with this awful possibility before bim, Mr. Dysart la prepared to die at bis post rath er than badge an inch? The fingers have been removed from hla shoulders, and he ia now free to turn and look at the charming face behind him. I ve been rude, I suppose; but It is such a wonderful thing to see yon here so soon again, she says. "I have only been to town and bad again." "What town?" "Eh? What town?" saya he, astonish ed. "London,, yon know." "No, 1 don't know," saya Miss Kava nagh, a little petulantly. "One would think there waa only one town in the world, and that all you English people had the monopoly of it There are other towns, I suppose. Even the poor Irish Insigiuh- canta have a town or two. Dublin comes under that head, I suppose?" "Undoubtedly. Of course," making great haste to abase himself. "It is mere snobbery our making so much of London, A kind of despicable cant, you know." "Well, after all, I expect it is a big place In every way," says Miss Kavanagh, so far mollified by his admission as to be able to allow him something. "If a a desert," aaya Tommy, taming to hla aunt, with all the air of one who Is aboat to Impart to her useful Information. "It's raging with wild beasts. They roam to and fro and are at their wits ends Here Tommy, who is great on Bible his tory, but occasionally gets mixed, stops short. "Father saya they re there," hi winds np. defiantly. "Wild be its!" echoes Mr. Dysart, be wildered. "Is this the teaching about their Saxon neighbors that the Irish chil dren receive at the hands of their parents and guardians? Oh, well, come now, Tommy, really, you know " "Yes; they are there," eaya Tommy, re hallionslv. "Frightful creatureal Beair'. Tkai'i sm fm to -a-isa sa saaj xoald at you. They have no reason in them, father says. And they climb np posts and roar at people." "Oh! nonsense!" aaya Mr. Dysart "There isn't a word of troth in It, Tom- my. "There is!" saya Monkton, Jr., wagging his head indignantly. "Father told me." "Father told aa," repeata the email Ma bel, who haa juat come up. "And father says, too, that the reason they are so wicked Is becsuse they want their freedom !" says Tommy, as though this ia an unanswerable argument. "Oh, I see! The Socialists!" ssys Mr. Dysart. "Yes; a troublesome pack! But still, to call them wild beasts " "They are wild beasts," aaya Tommy, prepared to defend hla position to the last "They've got manes and horns and tails!" "He's romancing," ssys Mr. Dyssrt, looking at Joyce. (To be continued.) Queer Story of Two Lakes. The Wetternsee in Sweden, like a many other lakes, has long enjoyed the local reputation of being a bottomless pit. The Swedish scientists have now destroyed the venerable legend, for In the measurements taken a few days ago they have successfully demon strated that the greatest depth of the lake la only 119 meters, 'mere auu re mains, however, a series of mysteries which science must be content to ieav unsolved at least for a time. It Is noi only a legendary belief, but there la a quaal-eclentlflc ground for tne qneei auoDOsltlon that living creatures, ani mal and vegetable, can ana ao man Journeys to and fro between the hlgl northern Lake or weuern ana xnx South German Lake of Con3tance. This bold conclusion baa been partly Justi fied by the appearance of exactly tn same fauna, and even of the same ani mal life, in the Swedish and tne swa- bian seas. It is even asseneu xnai n-henever there is a storm on tne uu of Constance the Lake of Wettern be gins sympathetically to roil ana sweu, and that the southern lake Is similarly moved by any agitation In the distant northern lake. The Kieme zeuung so berly declarea this sympathetic phe nomenon to be a known inci. uui i-uu glderately adds that we have to wall some time for the rational explanatioi of It. London News. A Kasslaa Custom. Russian family, when moving to a lew home, kindles the fire on the hearth with coals urour.uL irum m dence. ' Very Appropriate. Hixon Blowett, the pugilist, is to tar in a new play. Dlxon-So! Whafs the name of it? Hixon "Natural Gas." QnestlonTof Ta-tae. He knew that she was a clever busi ness woman, and therefore he thought bis scheme a good one. BiittedUlMt realize that she waa such a good Judge ""I hllvt made a bet that I will marry you.- he said- -Money upr te asked. Tea.- be answered, pleased at the businesslike way be took hold of tl, proposition. "How much?" m "FIT hundred dollars. .- tvx him over critically. Toolow." she .aid at last. "You'll . ' JZ n raised to $5,000 or you'll have to get U raisea w lose." .ftsrwird ex- And at ina. "VJ B. . n-jwat-. plained. rt'?j!??lm Bay pn(a,-v.-a- - - .. . THE OPEN DOOR. p RESIDENT LINCOLN had Just Issued a call for more troops, and volunteers from every direction responded with the unhesitating alac rity of true patriots. Some of the States failed to furnish their full quota, however, and Iowa was among the de linquents. Then came the order for a draft, and the name of Hon. James Flsk of D headed the list of the drafted. This was no particular credit to his fellow townsmen, fer in spite of his title (which, by the way, was a tribute to wealth only), a meaner. more miserly creature than James Fisk never lived upon this earth. He was Just In the prime of life, ot would have been bad be been less self ish, but little by little certain objec tionable traits of character had left their imprint upon his countenance rjoty he appeared prematurely aged. Hence the sobriquet of "Old Jim Flsk," which he was familiarly called by every man, woman and child except ing on rare occasions when discretion was considered the better part of valor. The Hon. James Fisk was a banker, a railroad magnate, and a real es tate man combined. In fact, be bad owned a large portion of the town in Its early history, and be therefore consid ered himself of no small Importance In the financial world at least L'-ke many another, he loved his money first, him self next and his country last, as well as least; though It Is said that when he ran for United States Senator during the previous campaign, be made some thrilllngly patriotic speeeches, and ap parently without the slightest com punction. In those days he was called "Old Sodom and Gomorrah." an appel lation which he never quite outgrew. James FIs-k was not the type of a man who could conscientiously sing "America" or "The Star Spangled Ban ner," consequently he felt that per sonal Insult bad been directed to bim when the President bad the audacity to place his name with the rest of the common herd. Nevertheless, It was a case of compulsion, and be knew that be must either hire a substitute or go Into the army himself. The former was not very easy to accomplish, as the majority of the poor men had al ready enlisted, and money, at such a time, was no inducement to the rich men. He was not In an especially amiable mood, when at the close of an unsuc cessful day spent In search of a substi tute, he entered his office to attend to the afternoon mall. As be read . the upon bis roreneaa ana ne exclaimed harshly: "The young Jackanapes ryed not think that be can fool with a hornet and not get stung. "Extend their time. Indeed! Why,' the Interest was due a month ago! I'll foreclose the mortgage to-morrow." A new thought seemed to occur to him, for the muscles of the stern mouth relaxed; he smiled blandly, rubbed his hands together caressingly, and said: "Mr. Fisk, you're a diplomat a born diplomat. You're an honor to your country, but more particularly to your self. If you can only manage this thing properly, you will be all right yes. all right." At the close of the foregoing soliloquy be tilled out a telegraph blank as fol- lows: "Horace W. Packard, Carson City, Iowa Have found a way to help you out. Come to D on first train. "JAMES FISK." The message was soon dispatched, and reached its destination Just as Hor ace and his mother were sitting down to their evening meal. "Old Moneybags is getting awfully considerate, all of a sudden; what do you suppose is back of lt, mother?" asked the boy as be handed the tele gram to her. Mrs. Packard gave a sigh which be lled her words, but she responded hope fully, "I don't know, dear, but we will trust that his heart has softened a little toward the widow and the fatherless." "Don't you think you can go with me, mother? I believe Jones will give us passes, so you can offer no objection on that score; anyway, you need a change, for you look pretty tired these days." And thus lt was settled that Mrs. Packard was to spend the week with an old school friend, while her eon at- tended to business matters. Mr. Packard had been one of the first of Iowa's sons to lay down his life for j his country. From the hour that his' father bad marched away, Horace had secretly cherished a desire to Join the army. He knew that his years were against him; then, too. his mother's heart was so sore at the heavy blow which had fallen on their home nest as the result of the war, that he never mentioned the subject, and Mrs. Pack ard little dreamed of the great struggle that was going on In the mind of her boy. . . How his heart swelled with patriot Ism the next day as he walked up Main street! All D was astir with the news of war, and a bugle was sounding the reveille. When he passed a squad of the drafted men In their gay uni forms, the sight was almost too much for him. the war fever was on him, and had lt not been fo? the thoughts of his already bereaved mother Horace Pack er J would have gone at any cost. An nour later ne came out oi ine oi - flee of James Flsk wllh a determined An hour later be came out of the of- look on his manly face, and lt seemed j as If he had grown an inch taller, Xfra Packard mot him at tbe door. I anu affectionate greetings were ex - o.r.nd The hov tried to smile, but when be looked into his mother's eyesj be made a miserable failure of it, and the tears welled up Instead. Tbey wei as quickly dried and he said, "You aee, mother. It Is Just like this. Fisk was going to foreclose the mortgage, but he says be will give you a clear title if I i will go as his substitute, o leave ttle motl I can't bear you, little mother, but I ao I want to go and. fight for my father's I country," and the boy's eyes flashed, .Then he added quietly. "I should go sooner or later, anyway. This la oar one opportunity to free our home from debt, and you will not say nay,' will you, mother mine?" But Mrs. Packard sat aa If she wen netrifieJd. At last her voice came to her. and all the mother love asserted Itself as she clasped the stalwart lad In her arms and kissed him passionately. "Oh, my boy, my all, how can I let you go? What will mother do without you?" v j "How old are you, my man?" asked the examining physician of Horace, later In the day? 1 "Seventeen, sir," responded the boy, promptly. "Cm! Urn!" was the suggestive e I clamatlon. This was followed by more questions. "I see, I see," said the old doctor. ! "Why didn't you add a year to it; that's what lots of them do. You'd have stood a better chance if you had." Horace stretched himself to bis full height, and the physician continued. "I don't need to ask you if you are strong, for your phys'que speaks for itself, but your age certainly stands In the way. Do you think you would be able to For reply Horace placed five chairs ""'table subjects of moribund self-con-in a row. leaped over each In turn, then Emulation, and 1 have alwaya rejoiced faced around, and vaulted over the en- ln tne mental picture of the archbishop, tire croiin with one bound. , The ribysicinn smiled at the exhibi-; tiou, but said, "Something of an ath-, h-te, my mnn; well, I think we will give ' vou a trial." I When Horace entered the Hon. James risk's office his heart smote htm pain fully, for boy though he was, he saw a sight that is stamped upon hla mem ory to this day. The mother stood before the desk of the grim-faced uiau pleading for her engrossed that they did not hear Hor ace enter. "For God's sake, James Fisk. for the sake of the love you once professed to have for me, spare me the misery of sending my boy to the war. What Is a paltry six hundred dollars to youi Foreclose the mortgage to-morrow, turn us in the street, but don't Influence my child to sacrifice himself on the altar of love for me." For an instant tjie woman thought that she caught a glimpse of feeling In the cold eyes, bnt it passed aa quickly as it had come. "Mrs. Packard," responded the me tallic voice with staccato-like precis Ion, "business Is business. You aretoo late, for the contract Is signed, and this day I have canceled the mortgage. Al low me to say, madam, that revenge, such as this. Is sweet." The woman gave him a swift sad took, ber lips opened as If to speak, then she turned and left the office. That night the Hon. James Fisk waa sud denly called to Join the great majority where no proxy could take his place. lie had evidently not left the office since his Interview with Mrs. Packard, for the errand boy found him the next morning with his legal documents scat tered about hhn. "Heart failure!" the doctor pronounced It, that convenient post-mortem phrase which covers a multitude of errors. In the tightly closed hand was a min iature picture of a fair-faced girl a pensive countenance at that sweet time when she is "Standing with reluctant feet " Where the brook and river met. Womanhood and childhood fleet.' "It must be the sister who died year ago," said Madam Grundy. However, one person knew the truth of the matter, for on bis desk waa a note addl.e8gej to Mrs. Packard, and It i Pa(i. ' ... . t ... r riena Margaret: i nave recouaiu- ered my hasty words and have decided to go myself. Have destroyed the con tract, and thus release the lad. (How like you he Is!) Please keep your con tract for the sake of auld lang syne Obediently. J. I FISK, Ohio Farmer. Ancient War Cnstoms. In the ancient wars It was the cus torn for both armies to go Into wlntei quarters, but nowadays such a thing li quite unknown, ana several Dames our ing this century have been fought oi Christmas Day and isew rears utij When a married woman begins t exaggerate tbe size of the milk bills U her husband, her next move will be tl suggest that he buy a cow. Tbe soprano threw tne basso In the choir a loving (lancet She waa such a pretty laaa-o. And they only met by chants. 1 Brooklyn Eagle, J Florence "Whi Florence "What la the first thing Iyou have to learn ln golf T "What to wear." Puck. Marlon- i She-"DId you see the Latin quartet i while ln Parisr He "No; but I got several lead francs passed on mo." Truth. Ignorance, bliss; knowledge, bllstSsV She "When you married dm jem said you were well off." He "I waa but I did not know It" vanity. When a woman apeaks of ber hires girl as a "maid " she is thinking aert ously of putting her ln uniform. No man need expect much of a dls play at hla funeral, unless 1m la a ator aa man. and a plkadiso roa mtt bot. ART OF APT REPLY. Fansae Examples of Fellcitoaa Esprst tons In Ticklish Place. The art of avoiding a converaationa. unpleasantness by a graceful way of putting things belongs. In Its highest perfection, to the East. When Lord Dufferin was viceroy of India he had a "shlkarry," or sporting servant, whose special duty waa to attend the visitors at the vice regal court on their shoot ing excursions. Returning one day from one of these expeditions the shl karry encountered the viceroy, who full of courteous solicitude for bis guests' enjoyment, asked: "Well, what sort of sport has Lord had?" Indian, "the young sahib shot divinely, but God was very merciful to the birds." ' . Compare this honeyed form of speech with the terms in which an English gamekeeper would convey his opinion of a bad shot, and we are forced to ad mit the social superiority of Lord Sal isbury's "black man." But If we turn from the Orient to the Occident, and from our dependencies to the United Kingdom, the art of putting things It found to flourish better on Irish than on Scotch or English soli. We all re member that Archbishop Wbately If said to have thanked God on his death bed that he had never given a penny In Indiscriminate charity. A snccesssoi of the apostles might have fonnd more ,n lne m& r Pouucai econ '"V- waving off the Dublin beggar with: "Go away; go away. I never give to anyone In the street," and receiving the Instantaneous rejoinder: "Then where would your reverence have me wait on you 7" A lady of my acquaintance who Is a proprietress In County Galway Is in the i habit of receiving her own rents. One Unv. nhn a tpnnnt farmer had nleaded long and unsuccessfully for an abate ment, he exclaimed as he handed over his money: "Well, my lady, all I can say Is that If I had my time over again. It's not a tenant farmer I'd be. I'd follow one of the learned professions." The proprietress gently replied that even ln tbe learned professions there were losses as well as gains, and, per haps, he would have found professional life as precarious as farming. "Ah. my lady, but how can that be?" replied the son of St. Patrick. "If you're a lawyer win or lose, you're paid. If you're a doctor kill or cure, you're paid. If you're a priest heaven or hell, you're paid." Who can Imagine an English farmet pleading; the case for an abatement wIE6this"Tiapfty"TElxturc ot ' run 1 amH - satire T Manchester Guardian. Jim Webster was being tried for brlbinz a colored witness. Sam John- ling, to testify falsely, relates the De- troit Free Press. "Von say the defendant offered you ISO to testify In his behalf T" asked tbe lawyer of Sam. "Yes, sab." "Now. repeat what be said, using his exact words." He said be would gib me $50 If f " "He didn't apeak in tbe third person. did her No. sah: be tuck good care dat nt J were no third PUSSOn 'round; dar was . . , ' only tWO US tWO. "I know that, but he spok to you in tne nrst person, ukju i uv A A ,1 J ... "I was de fus' pusson myself, sah. "You don't understand me. When he was talking to you did he say, 'I will pay you $507 " "No, sah; he didn't say notnin' Done you payin' me $50. Your name wasn t mentioned, 'ceptln' he told me ef eber I got Into a scrape you was do best law- j yer ln San Anions to fool de jeage ana. le Jury ln fac, you was ae Dest in, town to cover up reskeutv." For a brief, breathless moment th rial was suspended. Egyptian Cislike of tbe French. The Frenchman In Egypt Is an un pleasant person from the native point of view. French artists, wandering from place to place In search of sub jects for their paintings, carry wun. them. In addition to their artistic para phernalia, their own peculiar notions of civilisation. The Arab Sblekh. who with dignified kindnesa offers to the perfect stranger the most frank and generous hospitality, is treated as dirt of civilisation. The Arab sheik, who passing along the village street, with only her lustrous eyes visible above her flowing veil. Is favored with a stare the like of which cannot be conceived by an American man who has never left hla own chivalrous country. The little children of live or six years. who come and stare at the -wonderful stranger, and who get in his way. are at- Vunnliman'fl aa!flr wnacaea wun ' ""7X1 The dog of the native villages, which i for Drotectlon are trained to sleep in h davtime and keep awaae m w - . . , night, know them, and hate them. At Intervals through the night these dogs bark and howl In a desultory fashion, calling to their camine friends and rela tives in other little villages a mile or two away. If the dogs fall aaieep tne Arabs stir and awaken In tbe unaccus tomed silence. Then they think their dogs cannot be keeping a proper lock out, and, getting up, tbey arouse them, and the monotonous yap-yap-yapping is resumed. " -Fort" ttrlaab ' ' : She What makes your frtenira upas . 1 i. He The sun. "Oh, be haa been drinking hi aala- UBbtr Yonjtera eteauaaa, .4 SERMONS OF THE DAY Tatar. DfS Talaaag. abject: "The Honuwlfe'n Perplexities' Lessons Draws From the Episode f Martha and Mary Dally Trials Pre pare One For Fatare Westings. Tkxt: "Lord, dost Thou not care that my sister hath left me to serve alcne? Bid ber therefore that she help me." Lake x.. 40. Yonder Is a beautiful village homestead. The man of the house Is dead and bis widow has charge of the premise. It Is Widow Martha, of Bethany. Yes, I will show you also the pet of the household. It is Mary, the youoarer siater, with a book , noder ber arm. anil in ner lace no sign oi ' care or anxiety about anything. Company has come. Christ's appearing nt the outside ' of the door makes some excitement inside the door. The sisters set back the disar ranged furniture, arrange their hair, and In a' flash prep-re to open the door. They do not keep Christ waiting outside until they have newlv appareled themselves or elaborately arranged their tresses, and then with affected mrprlse come out and, pretending not to have heard the two or three previons knoekings, say, "Why, Is that you?" No, they were ladies, ami al ways presentable, although perhaps thev had not on their best. None of us always have on our best. Otherwise very soon our best would not be worth having on. They throw open the door and greet Christ. Thev say: "Good morning. Master! Come in and be seated!" Christ brought a com pany of friends with Him, and the Influx of so many city visitors, you do not won der, threw the country home into some perturbation. I suppose the Talk from t he city bad been a keen appetizer. The kitchen department that day was a very important depaitment, and I think as soon as Martha had greeted ber guests she went to that room. Mary bad no anxiety about the dinner. 8be bad full confidence that her sister Murtha could get up the best dinner in Bethany, and she practically said: "Now. let us have a division of labor. Martha, you cook and I'll sit down and learn." The same difference you now sometime see between sisters. There Is Martha, in dustrious, painstaking, a good manager, ever Inventive of some new pastry, discov ering ometblng in household affairs Here is Marv. fond of conversation, liter ary, so full of questions of ethics she bat no time to rttfCUi-s questions of household welfare. It is noon. Mary is in the par lor. Martha is In the kitcbnD. It would bave been better for them to have dlvidec the toil, and then they could bave divldec the opportunity of listening to Christ. But Mary monopolises Christ, while Martbt welters before the fire. It was very Im portant that they have a good dinner that dav. for Christ was hungry, and He did not often bnve Insurious entertainment. Aliis. me, if all the responsibility ot that enter tainment had rested with Mnrv! What i repast thev would have had! But some thine went wrong in the kitchen. Eithei the fire would not burn or the bread woulc not bake cr something was turned black that ought to have been only lurnec brown, or Martha scalded herself, and forgetting all the proprieties of tbe occa sion, with besweated brow she rushed oni ot tbe kitchen into tbe parlor, perbnpi With tongs in one band and pitcher in th, other, aud she cried out: "Lord, dost Thot not care that my sister has left me to servt alone? Bid ber therefore that she bell me." Christ scolded not a word. If i' were scoKiog, I would rather bave Hia scald me - thus anvbodv else bless me There was' txniiiup, n. -1 bui reply. He knew that Martha bad beei working herself almost to death to get Hin something to eat, but He appreciated bei kindness, and He practically said: "Mj dear woman, do not worry. Let the din ner go. Sit down here on this couch be side your younger sister, Mary. Let ui talk about something e!se. Martha, Mur tha, thou art careful and troubled about manv things, but one thing is needful." As'Martba throws open the door I look In to-day, and I see a great mnn household anxieties, perplexities, fatigue? and trials, and about them I am going tc speak it the Lord of Mary and Martha and Lazarus will help me by His grace. As I look Into that door, in tne nrst ' place, I see the trial of nonappreciation That was what made Martha so vexed at Mary. Mary, tb younger sister, had nc troner estimate of tbe elder sister's fa tigue. Just as now men having annoy raiees ot store and factory and shop, or u! tbe Stock Exchange, come home at night and hear of some household annoyance and they say, "Oh, that's nothing! Yog ought to be ln a factory a day and have ter or utteen or twenty or 100 subordinates Then you wocld know something about annoyance and trou' le." Oh, man, let nif Dell you that a wife and a mother has tc canduet at the same time a university, clothing establishment, a restaurant, h laundrv. a library, and has to be health i officer, police and presideut of the whoU I realm! She has to do a thousiioc thinB. and to do them well, in order tc mtttte things go smoothly, and that is whal I puts the awful tax on a woman s nerve.' I and a woman's brain. I know there are exception to tbe rule, sometimes you will find a woman who can sit in the arm chair of tbe library ail day without an) anxiety, or tarry on the belated pillow and all tbe. cares of the household an thrown upon servants who bave iarg wages and great experience; but that if the exception. I speak of tbe great masse of housekeepers, to whom me is a strag gle, and who at thirty years of age look at though they were forty. The fallen at Cha lons and Austerlits and Gettysburg and Waterloo are a small number to comparison with those who have gone down under th Armageddon of the kitchen. Go out to tht -country and look over the epitaphs on the tombstones. They are all beautiful aud poetic, but if the tombstones could tell the truth thousands of them would say, "Here lies a woman who was killed by too much mending and sewing and baking and scour ing and scrubing," and the weapon with which she was killed was a broom or a sewing machine or a ladle. The housewife rises in the morning hair rested. At an irrevocable hour she must have the morning repast ready. What il the fire will not burn, what il the clock stop, what If the marketing has not been sest la? No matter that; it must be ready at tbe irrevocable hour. Town the chil dren must be got ready for school. But what it the garments be torn? What if they -do sot know their lessons? What if the bat or sash is lost? Tbey must be ready. Then yon have tbe duty of tbe day, or perhaps -several days, to plan out. But what 11 tbe butcher sends meat unuiaslt rabbe? What if tbe grocer furnishes your arttriee-of food adulterated? What if the pieeeor silver be lost, or a favorite chalice a bmkn. or the roof leak, or tbe plumb- Big fail, -or any one-of a thousand things occur? Ho matter. Everything must be A yooog won.an of brilliant education and nrowwoiis surroundings was called down stairs to help in the absence of the servant, and toere was a ring at the bell, and she went to the door and an admirer enterfld He gald: -I thought I heard I musio in the bouse. Was It on tbe piano i -- ui.. i r " """ She said: "Neither; It was a frying paa accompaniment to a gridiron! In other words, I was called down stairs to help. I suppose sometime I shall have to learn, ana 1 have begun now." When will the wwrld learn that every kind of Work that is right is honorable? As Martha -opens the door I look in and I also see tbe trial of severe economy. Niao hundred and ninety-nine households' oat ot a tboaeand are subjected to it either under the greater or less stress of circum stances. It is especially so when a man mokes exoeeeive cigars and dines at costly Mstaaranta, lie will be very apt to enjoin severe eeonomy at borne. That Is what kills thonsands of women tbe .ttAmnt to make 5 do the work of tT. It Is amazing how some men dole out money to the household. If you have not got ths money, say so. If you bave. be cheerful in the expenditure. Yonr wife will be reasonable. "How long does tba honey moon last?" said a yonng woman about to enter the married stats to her mother. The mother answered: "The honeymoon lasts aatUxgtl ask yonr husband tor. money. ' "How much do yon want?" ; a aoiiar." j "A dollar! Can't yon get along with fifty cents? Ton are always wanting a dollar." This thirty years' war against high prises, this everlasting attempt to bring the outgo within the income, has exhausted multi tudes ot housekeepers. Let mn say to such. It Is a part of the divine discipline. It it were best for you, all you would' have to do would be just to open the front win dows and the ravens would fly in with food, and after you bad baked fifty times from the barrel ln the pantry, like the barrel of Zarephatb, the barrel would be full, and the children's shoes would last as leng astbe shoes of the Israelites In the rl Idem ess forty years. Oh, my friends, all these trials and fatigues of home life are to prepare you lor heaven, for they will make that the brighter in the contrast! A dying soldlei was asked by a friend, "Have you ant message to send to your father?" "Yes, paid he; "tell him I have gone home." "Well," said the friend, "have you any message to send to your wife?" "Yes; tell her I have gone Lome," "You. have otoei friends. Wouldyou like to send a message to them?" "Yes; give them the same mes sage. They will understand it. Tell them I have gone home." And that hcavenlj home will compensate, will fully atone, fot all the hardships and the trials and tht annovances and the vexations of th earthly home. In that land they nevei hunger, and consequently there will be nc nuisance of catering for appetite. In thai land of the white robes thev hnve no mend ing to do, and the air of that billy country makes them all well. No rent to pay there E'ery man owns his own house, and I mansion at thnt. It will not be so great t change to step into the chariot of the sklet If on earth you rode. It will not be sc great a cnange 11 on eitrm you uni m luxuries and satisfactions. It will not bi so great a change for you to sit down ot tbe banks of tbe river of life if on eartt you bad a country seat. But oh, the joy of the weary feet whnr they step into the celestial eipiippage, and, oh, for the joy of those to whom home was a martyrdom on earth when they go Into that home where they will never h-ive to do anything they do not want to do! What a change from the time she put down tht rolling pin to the time sh took np th scepter! If Chatsworth Park and the Van- derbilt mansion were ntteu into me celes tial city, they would be looked at as unin habitable rookeries, and Lazarus hlmsell would be ashamed to be seen going ln and out ot them, so great are the palaces awaiting God's dearchlldren, and so muct grander the heavenly architecture thar the earthly. It Is often not only the toi of the housekeeping, but it U tbe "icknesi and the sorrow thnt go along. It is a sim ple fact that one-ha'f of tbe women of tht land are invalids. The mountain lass whe has never had an ache or a pain may con sider household work ot no very great weariness, and at the eventide may skip out to the fields and drive the cat tle home, and until 10 o'clock at night may fill tbe cabin with laughing racket but, oh, to do the hard work of the house hold with a shattered constitution aftei six weeks' whooping cough has raged in the household, making the nights as sleep less as tbe days then It is not so easy And then this work of the bouse has oftet to be undertaken when the nerves art shattered with some bereavement that has out desolation in every room of the boust and sent the crib into the garret becaust Its occupant has been hushed into a slum ber that needs no mother's lullaby. Oh, it was a great deal easier for her to brood tbe whole flock than to brood a part o them now that the rest have gonel Yor may tell her that her departed children art in the bosom of a loving God", but, mother like, she will brood both flocks, putting one wing of care over the flock in tht bouse, puttinR the other wing of euro ovei the flock in the grave. " Nothing but tht old toBataned veHglfn e n Obrfet eg take a Woman u-pfly tbrougl) home trirfls. All these modern religions amount to noth ing. They do not help. Solomon wrote out of his own miserable experience be had a wretched home; nc man can be happy with two wives, much less with 700,and out of his wretched exper ience he wrote "Better is a dinner ol herbs where love is than a stalled ox and hatred therewith." Oh, the responsibilities of housekeepers! Kings by their indiges tion have lost empires and general through indigestion bave lost battles. Ont of the great statisticians says that out ol 1000 unmarried men thirty were criminals, and out of 1000 married men only eighteen werecriminals.sbowing the power of borne. And, oh, the responsibility resting upon housekeepers! By the food t iey provide, by theoojich tbey spread, by the books they introduce, by the influence they bring around the home, they are helping to de cide the physical, the intellectual, the moral, the eternal welfare of the human race. Ob, the responsibility! That woman sits in the bouse ot Ood to day perhaps entirely unappreciated. She is the banker of ber home, the president, the cashier, the teller, the discount clerk, and ever and anon there is a panic. Ood knows the anxieties and tbe cares, and he knows that this is not a useless sermcn, but that there are multitud-s ol hearts waiting for tbe distillation of the divine men-y and solace in their hour of trials and their home duties and their own fa tigues. Tbe world hears nothing about them. They never speak about them. You could not with the agencies of an inquisi tion bring the truth out of them. They keep it still. They say nothing. They en dure and will until God and the judgment right their wrongs. It is tbe self sacrificing people that are happy, for God pays so largely, so glori ously, so magnificently, in the deep and eternal satisfactions of the soul. Self sa crifice! We all admlse it in others. How little we exercise of itl How much would we endure? How much would we risk for others? A very rough schoolmaster hr.d a Door lad that had offended the laws of the school, and be ordered him to come up. Now. he said, "you take on your coac Instantly and receive this whip." The boy declined, and more vehemently theteacher said, "I tell you, now, take off your coat. Take It off instantly." The boy again de clined. It was not because he wis strata of the lash; he was used to thnt in his cruel home. But It was tor sname. lie naa no un dergarments, and when at last he removed his coat there went np a sod oi emotion an through tbe school as tbey saw why he did not wish to remove bis coat, and as they saw the shoulder blades almost cutting through the skin. As tbe schoolmnster lifted his whip to strike a roseate, neattny boy leaped up and said: '-Htop school master; whip me. tie is oniy a poor cnap: be can't stand it. Whip me." "Oh," said the teacher, "it's going to be a very severe scourging! But if you want to take the position ot a substitute, you cau ao u. The boy said: "I don't care; whip me. I'll take lt; he's only a poor chap. Don't you see the bones almost come thjougb the flesh? Whip me." And when ftffcjkews came down on the boy's ihouldeffSjfs healthy, robust lad made no outcrySttT endured it all uncomplaining ly. We all say "Bravol" for that lad. Bravo! That is tbe spirit of Christ! Splen did! - How much scourging, how much chastisement, bow much anguish will you and I take for others? Oh, that we might have something of that boy's spirit! Aye, that we might have something of the spirit of Jesus Christ; for in all our occupations and trades and businesses, and all our life home life, foreign life we are to re member that tbe sacrifice for others will soon be over. Eight new stars were discovered last . year and officially named. The highly poetic appellations "D. II," "D. I." D J," ' T K." "J L." "D M," "D N" and "D O" have been assigned to them. Of the factories ln Michigan 2931 pay their employes weekly. 1077 semi monthly and 643 monthly. The aver age daily wage, as ascertained by the !abor commissioner, ts fi.it. An Austrian meteorologist has proved by experiments that rainbows are conditioned by the size of raln- drops, and that while we ordinarily see only two rainbows side by side. there are as manv as twenty. Female fish of all species are consid erably more numerous than males, with two exceptions the angler and the catfish. The bones and muscle of the human body are capable of over 1200 movements.
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