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VOL LIII.
MIFF LINTOWN . JUNIATA COUNTY." PENNA.. WEDNESDAY. MARCH 16. 1899.
NO. 14.
B. F. BOHWEIEB. ' THB OONBTITUTION-THE CNIOW-AND THE ENFORCEMENT OF THE LAWS. MttTn.
By Hie Duchess.
CHAPTER V.
When a corner near the rhododendrons
las concealed them from view, Dysart
rise from his seat and goes deliberately
ever to where Lady SwansCown is sitting,
the is an old friend of his, and he baa
therefore no qualms about being a little
brusque with her where occasion demands
k.
"Have a game?" says he. His suRges
flon is full of playfulness; his tone, how
ever, is stern.
"Pear FeKx. why?" says she, smiling op
at him beautifully. There is even a sus
picion of amusement in her smile.
"A change!" says he. His words this
' time might mean something, his tone any
thing. She can read either as she pleases.
"TrueT' says she, laughing. "There is
Bathing like change. You have awakened
ate to a delightful fact. Lord Baltimore,"
turning languidly to her companion, who
ka been a little distrait since his wife and
son passed by him. "What do you say to
trying a chance for just we two?"
"If you will," says Baltimore, (till a lit
tle vaguely. He gets up, however, and
stretches his arms indolently above his
Bead as one might who is flinging from
him the remembrance of an unpleasant
eream.
"The sun here is intolerable," says Lady
Bwansdown, rising, too. "More than one
can endure. Thanks, dear Felix, for your
suggestion, i should never have thought
f the giade if you hadu't asked me to play
that game."
Bhe smiles a little maliciously at Dy
sart and, accompanied by Lord Baltimore,
moves away from the assembled groups
upon the lawn to the dim recesses of the
leafy glade.
"Sold!" says Mr. Browne to Dysart. It
Is always impossible for Dickey to hold
kg tongue. "But you needn't look so cut
op about it. 'Tisn't good enough, my dear
fellow. I know 'em both by heart. Bal
timore is as much in love with her as he
la with his Irish tenants, but his imagina
tion is his strong point, and it pleaaes him
to think he has found at last for the twen
tieth time a solace for all his woes In the
lsinterested love of somebody, it really
sever matters who."
"There is more in it than you think,"
etys Dysart, gloomily.
"Not a fraction!" airily.
"And what of her? Lady Swansdown?"
"Of her! Her heart has been in such
constant use for years that by this time
It must be in tatters. Give up thinking
about that. Ah! here is my beloved girl
ip:i:" He makes an elaborate gesture of
deiight as he sees Joyce advancing in his
' direction. "Dear Joyce!" beaming on her,
"who shall say there is nothing in animal
magnetism. Here I have been Just talking
about you to Dysart, and telling him what
a lost soul I feel when you're away, and
Instantly, as if in answer to my keen de
sire, you appear before me."
"Why aren't you playing tennis?" de
mands Miss Kavanagh, with a cruel disre
gard of this flowery speech.
"Because I was waiting for you."
"Well. I ll beat you," says she. "I al
ways do."
Hotter and hotter grows the sun; the
evening comes on apace; a few people
from neighboring houses have dropped in,
Mrs. Monkton among others, with Tommy
la tow. The latter, who is supposed to
entertain a strong affection for Lady Bal
timore's little -son, no sooner, however,
sees Dicky Browne than he gives himself
op to his keeping. What the attraction la
that Mr. Browne has for children has
never yet been clearly defined.
"I'll stay with Dicky," says Tommy,
flinging himself broadcast on . Mr.
Browne's reluctant chest, that gives forth
a compulsory "Wough!" as he doea ao.
"He'll tell me a story."
"Don't be unhappy, Mrs, Monkton,"
says the latter, when he has recovered
little from the shock; Tommy la well
grown boy with a sufficient amount of adi
pots matter about him to make hla descent
left. "I'll promise to be careful. Nothing
French, I assure you. Nothing that could
shock the young mind or teach it how to
shoot in the wrong direction. My tales
are always strictly moral."
"Well, Tommy, be good!" saya Mrs.
Monkton, with a last imploring glance at
her son, who has already forgotten her
existence, being lost In a wild wrestling
match with his new friend. With deep
forebodings his mother leaves him and
goes upon her way. Passing Joyce, she
says in a low whisper:
"Keep an eye on Tommy."
"Yes. ru look after him."
And so perhaps she might have done bad
not a light step sounding just behind her
chair at this moment caused her to start
to look round to forget all but what
she now sees.
He is a very aristocratic looking man,
tall, with large limbs, and big indeed In
every way. His eyes are light, bis nose
a handsome Roman, his forehead massive,
and if not grand in the distinctly intel
lectual way, still a fine forehead and im
pressive. His hands are of a goodly size.
but
exquisitely proportioned, and Tery
white
trie skin almost delicate. He is
rather like his sister. Lady Baltimore, and
Tj-t so different from her in every way that
the resemblance that la there torments
the observer.
"Why!" says Joyce. It is the most fool
um exclamation, and means nothing, but
e finds herself a little taken off her
guard. "I ,ii,in-t know you were here!"
one has half risen.
"Neither did l-how d'ye do, Dysart?
sands 811 h0Qr "g0' Won,t T0U bak
He holds out his own hand to her aa he
Peaks. There is a quizzical lifcht in hla
yes a n -ks, uothina- offend, but
the !f he finds amusement In
lmnre lhe g!rl has mnch
that .1. k r b' nn"pected appenranee
ef ont eTen forRttcn the small acts
friend v WJth which I otu
S,Sk' indeed, been dead U
"erythmg but his coming.
little ?.mt" falter ne. stammering
"t-ue. 8he notes her mistake.
By the midday train: 1 gave myself
just time to snatch a sandwich, say
word or two to my siater, whom I found
in the garden, and then came on here to
ask you to play this next game with me."
"Oh! I am ao sorry, but I have promised
in
The words are out of her mouth before
she has realized the fact that Dysart it
listening Dysart, who is lying at her feet,
watching every expression in her mobile
face. She colors and looks down at him,
i-uiiiuBpa, loveiy.
Dontt" says Dysart. not londly, not
curtly, yet in so strange and decided a
way that It renders her silent. "Too
inustn'i mind me," says he, a second later,
in his usual calm tone. "I know you and
oeaucierit are wonderful players. Yor
can give me a game later on."
A capital arrangement," saya Beau-
cleric, comfortably, sinking into a chaJl
beside her, with all the lazy manner of a
man at peace with himself and his world,
i-BjJi-i-iuijy as i snau nave to go in pres
ently to write some letters for the even,
ing post."
He beams again, and looks boldly into
Miss KaTanagh's eyes. She blushes hotly,
and. dropping her fan, makes a little at
tempt to pick it up again. Mr. Beauclerk
makes another little attempt, and ao Man
ages that his hand meets her. There is
a slight, an almost benevolent pressure.
Had they looked at Dysart as they both
resumed their places, they could hare seen
that his face was white ss death. Mist
Kavanagh, too, looks a little pale, a little
uncertain, but, aa a whole, nervously hap
py.
"I've been down at the old place of
mine," goea on Mr. Beauclerk. "Terrible
disrepair take thousands to put it in any
sort of order. And where' s one to get
them? That's the one question that has
got no answer nowadaya. Eh, Dysart?"
mere la an answer. However, says
Dysart, curtly, not looking at him.
"Ah. well, I suppose so. But I haven't
heard it yet"
"Oh, yes, I think you hare," says Dy
sart, quite politely, but grimly, neverthe
less.
"Dear fellow, how? where? unless on
discovers a mine or an African diamond
field T
"Or an heiress," says Dysart, incidental
ly. "Hah! lucky dog, that cornea home to
you," saya Beauclerk, giving him a play
ful pot on his shoulder snd stooping from
his chair to do it, as Dysart still sits upon
the grass. -"Not
to me."
"No? You will be modest? Well, well)
But, talking of that old place, I assort
you. Miss Kavanagh, It worries me it
does, indeed. It sounds like one's duty to
restore it, and still"
"There are better things than even an
old place," aays Dysart.
"Ah! you haven't one, you see." cries
Beauclerk, with the utmost geniality. "If
you had I really think if you had yon
would understand that it requires a sacri
fice to give it up to moths and rust and
ruin."
"I said there were better things thaa
old places," saya Dysart, never looking In
hia direction. "And if there are, make a
aacrifice."
"Pouf! Lucky fellows like you gay
soldier lads with hearts as light as sun
beams, can easily preach; but sacrifices
are not so easily made. There is that
horrid word. Duty! And a man must
sometimes think! Come on, Miss Kava
nagh, let us get onr scalps. Dysart, will
you fight it out with as?"
"No, thanks."
"Afraid r gayly.
"Of you no," smiling; the smile is ad
mirably done, and would be taken as the
genuine article anywhere.
"Of Miss Kavanagh, then?"
For a brief Instant, and evidently
against his wish, Dysarf a eyes met those
of Joyce.
"The next game is ours, Mr. Dysart, re
member," aays aha, glancing at Dysart
over her shoulder, a touch of anxiety In
her eyes.
"I always remember," says ha, with a
rather ambiguous smile. What is he re
membering now? Joyce's month takes s
grave torn as she follows Beauclerk
down the marble steps that lead to the
tennis ground below.
OHAPTBB VL
"Wen, after all, life has Its compensa
tions," says Mr. Beauclerk, sinking upon
the satin lounge beside Miss Kavanagh.
and giving way to a rapturous sigh.
It is a week later, and the ball given by
Lord and Lady Baltimore is m full swing.
Beauclerk is looking very big and very
i XJfm .iMhMHmM. ataninentlv
aristocratic head Is thrown a little back, to
give full play to tne ecstatic sou mm m
directing at Joyce.
"I thought I should never bo able to get
a dance with you: yon see" smiling
.i i- tii. tull mt th eveninc one
grows difflcult. Bat you might have kept
a fifth or sixth for a poor summer use m
An old friend, too."
"Old friends don't count at a dance. I m
i j .... .iu vh a ami! aa a-enlal
BlIBiU, " " - -
as his own, "though for tb matter of
that you could HaTO hm cm nrst, w
i j t w. a nalrs vnn heller it
bad asked the belle of the evening for
"Oh! that first! says he, with a feature
of Impatience. "I shan't forgive isaoei
in a hurry snout: mat; unw rum j Z
lug up to this. However," throwing,otr,
ss it were, unplessant memories by s
shake of bis head, "don't let me spoil my
one good time by dwelling upon a bad
one. Here I am now at all ":
1. comfort, here Is peace. The hour I
have been longing for is mine at last.
-It might have been yours cxwIderaMj
7. 111 ir.wanaa-h- With veTl
nSew'orthT
lover-like glances, wnicn, -
. . ... i hn moat Of nis aec
more vruia m u . ... v.. Tan.
Urations. She siU. pl.ym j?.11"
?ith imm:. V: Beauclerk,
JJO you aww, j- -
gently, "I think you are "j
character in tne worm. -
amount of belief in his tone; perhapi haH
of it is honest. "I Z' xm
you. Wm.-"" -TM
tear eacu om T
condone all faults, that to why i -A
pansT He leans forward. His eye.
art eloquent; his VXt hTbS
from flniahing the dsclaxatloij that
begun. To the girl beside him, however,
ignorant of subterfuge, unknowing of the
wiles that run in-and out of society like
a thread, his words sound sweet the
sweeter for the very hesitation that ac
companies them.
"I am not so perfect as yon think me.'
says she, a little sadly her voice a llttl
faint.
"That is true." says he. auickly. at
though compelled against his will to fine
fault with her. "Awhile ago you were an
gry with me because I was driven to wast
my time with people uncongenial to me.
That was unfair, if you like." He throwt
her own accusations back at her in the
gentlest fashion. "I danced with this, that
and the other person, but do you know
wnere my Heart waa all the time?"
He pauses for a moment; juat long
enough to make more real his question,
but hardly long enough to let her reply
to it. To bring matters to a climax would
not suit him at all.
"Yea, you do know," aays he, seeing hei
about to speak. "And yet you mlsiudee
me. If I were to tell you that I would
rather be with you than with any othet
woman in the world, you would believs
me, wouldn't you?"
He stoops over her, and taking her hand,
presses it fondly, Ungerlngly. "Answei
m"
"Yes," says Joyce, in a low tone. It hat
not occurred to her that his words are a
qnestion rather than an assertion. That
he loves her mt una to her certain. A soft
glow illumines her cheeks: her eyes sink
beneath his; the idea that she is happy, or,
at all events, ought to be happy, fills hei
with a curious wonderment. Do people al
ways feel so strange, so surprised, so un
sure, when love comes?
"Yet yon did doubt," says Beauclerk,
giving her hand a last pressure, and now
nestling back among his cushions with all
the air of a man who has fought and con
quered and has received his reward.
"Well, don't let us throw an unpleasant
memory into this happy hour. Aa 1 bav
said," taking up her fan and idly, if grace
fully, waving it to and fro, "after all thit
turmoil of the fight it ia sweet to be al
last in the haven where one would be."
He is smiling at Joyce the gayest. th
most candid smile in the world.
Beauclerk indeed ia enjoying himseh
immensely. To a man of hia temperaineni
to be able to play upon a nature as fine
as honest, as pure as Joyce's, Is to know
a keen delight. That the girl Is dissatis
fied, vaguely, nervously dissatisfied, h
can read as easily as though the working
of her soul- lay before him in broad type
and to assuage those half-defined misgiv
ings of hers is a task that suits him. H
attacks it con amore.
"How ailent you are," says he, verj
gently, when he has let quite a long pausi
occur.
"I am tired, I think."
"Of meT'
-No."
"Of what, then T" He has found that ai
a rule there is nothing a woman likes bet
ter than to be asked to define her own feel
ings. Joyce, however, disappoints him.
"Sitting up so late, I suppose."
"Look here!" says he. In a voice so ful
of earnest emotion that Joyce Involun
tarily stares at him, "I know what la th
matter with yon. Yon are fighting against
your better nature. r You are trying to be
ungenerous. You are trying to believe
what you know is not true. Tell mei
honestly, mind are you not forcing your
self to regard me as a monster of insin
cerity?" "Yon are wrong," says she, slowly. "1
am forcing myself, on the contrary, t. bo
Ueve yon a very giant of sincerity."
-And you find that difficult?"
-Yes."
(To be coatlnoed.)
Before Santiago.
A lieutenant, who was among tbi
wounded before Santiago, thus de
scribes the sensation of being a target
for a rapld-flre gun: "We were going
forward under a scattering fire from
the front, and all at once, off at the
right, a rapid-firing gun opened on us
There was no smoke, ao we couldn't
locate the battery exactly, but we could
see the ball eta playing over the long
grass like spray from a hose. Tbey
dldnt hare the range at first, and the
shower of buOsta went swinging back
and forth, clipping off the tops of the
grass and coming nearer us with every
weep. Ton can't Imagine the sensa
tions it gave us to watch that death
pray, driven by some Invisible, relent
less force, creeping on and on, reaching
out, and feeUIig for us. There was
something unnatural about It, and w
watched as though we wen fascinated
by It I didn't feel as If men bad any
thing to do with It. It was an Imper
sonal, deadly enemy that I couldn't
fight and couldn't escape. There wasn't
a living enemy within sight. At last
with one big sweep the shower reached
as. Men all around me dropped, and
then I felt a sting In my side, and down
I went. I believe we were all thankful
when that gun found us. It relieved
the tension but K ended my fighting.'
Airships seldom come to that point
here they have wings, much leas use
. . n. l. i i in th mnnT in
vested in them generally taking wings
first.
A tax of two shillings upon every
chimney in England was collected for
twenty-seven yeans. rum
The highest mountain Is Mt. Ever
est, in Thibet. 29.002 feet, or 5 3-4
miles. . ,
X contrivance xo prevniv ""
ha. been invented by Edwin Jack, of
Wyandotte. Kan. It is a bridle or run
ner webbing which is fastened under
the nose and keeps the mouth shut.
A W O - ---- ,
He lives on the boundary line between
wtTa member of the Florida Senate:
r .7 ronremnta Charlotte
County, Oft-, in the lower house of the
Legislature. .
There are 506,000 persons in Wales
who cannot speak English. In Scot-
. .. iimn nhn onlv sDeak
innn mere ic -m,ww -
rf.llc. and In Ireland 20.000 who speak
only Irish.
There Is a rosary In the British
i. ra vArtikhrae of a
museum mu - . ,
snake's bone. Another Is composed of
rats' teeth.
Mrs. Tan Jiok Ktm. late or oinga-
pore, is tv. .v. v- ... . . .
was decorated with silk, gold and pre
cious stones, and was the most costly
.viflin ever constructed In the Straits
. niiinn in i. izii.uuu luuiu. j.
Settlements.
At the annual dog show In the
Crystal Palace, london. the fox terrier
class was so lara-e that It Uok all of
one day to Judge them.
Horses in the Philippines are a
curiosity. The few mat are nuwu i-,
the Islands are too small to brand.
No bird can fly backward without
turning. The dragon fly, however, can
accomplish this feat and outstrip any
swallow. .
The only involuntary muscle com
posed of red or striped fibres Is the
heart.
(pDDODOODOOD
For Blood
IT was rapidly growing dusk oil
the wide prairie, and the stars were
Just beginning to show like glitter
ing diamond points. Just the sugges
tion of the autumn was in the cool
night air. The stillness as Jim and
Miss Waring drove along over the si
lent plain was broken now and then
by a sharp, startling rattle, a sound
once beard never to be forgotten, the
danger signal of the deadly rattle-i
snake coiled up in the long, brown!
grass.
"Hit appears to me," Jim was say
ing, "that that air wind don't bode anyj
good to the settlers 'round these parts.";
"Why so, Jim?"
"Guess you hain't ever ben on one,'
of our Dakoty perairles afore. Miss
Waring, or you wouldn't have askedj
such a quest! oa. There's two things
out hysr thafs more feared than the
Old Nick himself one on 'em's a perah
rle fire and another's a perarle with the
wind a-blowln' a forty-mlle-an-bour
gale."
Tbey rode on again in silence.. Agnei
Waring had come from the far great
city to visit her brother on his Western;
ranch. Jim, the nian-o Nail-work, was?
driving her out from the station, fifteen)
miles from the ranch.
"By the long-horned spoons !" said;
Jim suddenly, rising In his seat and
stopping the horses with a tremendous
Jerk, "look over there, will you? Thar's i
bizness for us, sure's you're a foot;
high! Git up there?' he yelled to the t
horses, and, giving one of them a stlng-j 1
ing blow with his -whip, they sprang) j
into a run. Across the level plain shone) I
a light, the light at the ranch head4 ;
quarters nearly a mile away. To thaj !
left of it a dull, reddish glow had come; !
up and, now and then, at the horizon) '
line, where the darker part of the sky '
was lost In the prairie, sharp flames i
were darting np.
"Don't be skeered," Jim ejaculated. J
as he whipped the horses Into a ye
more furious pace; "there ain't no dan
gerleastwise for us."
Alice was a self -possessed city girl
with a generous stock of old-fashioned
common sense; but she was startled at
Jim's actions and her face had grown
pale.
"Everything's all right," said Jim, aa
reassuring as he could under the clr-
cumstancea; "don't you be skeered."
He had seized the reins between his
firm, strong teeth, and now with one;
hand, now with the other, now with,
both, be was whipping the horses intoj
still greater speed. "Hate ter lick a
team like this" as the wagon bounced!
snd tumbled and rattled along; "hate
ter do hit but hit can't be helped
when there's life depends on it,"
A few moments more and the horse
dashed up to the big ranch headquar
ters house. Jim threw the lines to the
ground and seizing Alice by the waist.
Jumped out with her.
"Sorry to be so Imperlite, but there
ain't any time to wait kin you ride
hosaback?"
Barely waiting for an affirmative an
swer from the girl, who was passion
ately fond of riding, and who modestly
owned the - gold medal for .superior
borsewomanshlp In her city riding
dub. Jim ran. to the barn, flung a man's
saddle on a beautiful horse, and before
Alice had time to recover from her sur
prise at this novel Introduction to her
brother's establishment, the horse was
before her.
"You say you kin ride; wa'al here's
the best chance to show hit you evet
had in your life. Thar's the best hoes
In McLeod County racin' blood for
five generations; there ain't nothin' but
a peralrle fire kin ketch him. Jump
him, Miss Waring, ride straight toward
the fire yonder; thar ain't no danger
now till you git ter Mule Crick. Jest
over the crick a quarter of a mile or so
thar's a Russian woman an' her six
weeks' old baby. She's all alone, for
I saw her husband In town when we,
left Tbey baint backfired an Inch,
and you've got to git the woman and
her baby over the crick. See? I'd go
myself, but the wind is shifted and
this hull ranch'll be In danger afore
long. You'll pass your brother and a
parcel o men backflrin' along the line;
doa't stop for any explanations, but
rtde far the crick an' ride as If Old
Harry was on yer track! You been't
afeerd, be your
The blood had come back to the pale
eheeks.
-You say there's little danger of my
losing my life, Jim?"
"Not a bit of you only git that
woman across the crick In time; but
don't wait Jump quick, for the Lord's
sake, or you'll be too late." -
With a rude toss he threw her Into
saddle as If she bad been a child, and,
landed her the reins. As he did so h
thrust s short, eruel rawhide into hei
"Don't hit him with that unless you
have to he's never been licked in his
life; but be can outrun a cyclone. Ef
you have ter hit him give it to him red
hot!" It ia long, sometimes, before a horse
and its rider become acquainted with
one another; but it seemed but a few
seconds to Alice before she and the
noble animal were old friends. Jim was
right. Prince Hal could run; and after
the first few tremendous Jumps and
Alice had steadied herself In the saddle
the thrilling excitement stirred her
blood like an intoxicant, and she real
ised that Jim had told the truth; it
promised to be the race of her life.
-Je-ho-sa-phatr' exclaimed a man
who was plowing a fire furrow along
the edge of the ranch where the men
were at work. "Mr. Waring, look, will
you! Look at Prince Hair'
Mr, Waring had not more than time
to look up before he saw his choicest
mount pass by him like the wind, a
girl with hair flying behind her on his
back, the horse going at a pace that not
his fastest Kentucky ancester ever
matched.
On the horse went as if he, too, knew
of the lite-saving; mission of the hour.
- DOOOOOOCDODOD?
Will Tell.
The foam came from his teeth, and his
flanks were white. Alice leaned for
ward in the saddle, as she urged him
on, and stroked his neck.
A moment more and they were at the
creek, a shallow stream. Beyond. Alice
could see a low house silhouetted
against a great red bank of flame. The
Are was coming. Already she could
feel the Intense heat. A leap and a
bound; they were over the stream and
on again with stlU swifter flight. It
was a matter of seconds now until the
low sod house was reached. In front
of it was the Russian peasant woman,
frantically trying to save some of her
household goods by dragging them
with one hand further from the course
of the fire, while in one arm she clutch
ed the baby, around which she had
thrown a wet shawl to protect it from
the heat.
"Why didn't you run?" cried Alice,
as she Jumped from the horse; "don't
you see, the fire Is almost on you? You
can't save your things; run for the
creek! Run, I say, or you'll be burned
to death!"
Alice caught the child from the
woman's arms and sprang up into thej
saddle as best she could. The woman;
stood as If stupefied, the red glow from!
the coming flames lighting up her stolid!
face. The fire was coming on fasten
now; they could hear the roar and"
OH A. LIFK-SAVINO MISSION.
crackle as It swept through the long,
' man-high grass of the swale beyond
, h fence.
t . "Quick! quick, I say! no, you can't
run last enough now to get to the
creek; Jump behind me, quick! quick!
or we shall all be burned. I can't leave
you here to die!"
; The woman's stolid nature was
(roused at last by the animal fear of
.danger, and . while the heat grew more
Intense every minute, she clambered
up behind Alice.
Prince Hal's face was toward the
fire. He had not moved since be
reached the spot; he seemed like some
beautiful statue, his body motionless,
his ears sharp erect, his nostrils dis
tended; the awful fascination of the
fire was upon him.
Alice pulled at the bit to turn him.
He paid no attention. She spoke
sharply, but he only moved uneasily;
be would not stir from the spot. Swift-j
er than an electric shock came the
thought to her mind that horses in
burning buildings wculd stay and die
In the flames before they would be led
out. It would be Impossible to react!
the creek on foot; in half a minute,
more the flames would be on them.'
Snatching the wet shawl from the babyi
with one hand, and swinging the child;
backward to Its mother with the other,
she threw the. shawl over the horse's
head. With the sight of the fire shut
out he quivered, turned as the bit gave
him a sharp twist, and, just as the.
flames were leaping over the sheds'
hard by the house, be sprang away.
It was a race for life now for three;
lives; for the wind bsd Increased to a
gale, and there is nothing more terrible
in this world taan such a relentless
ocean of flame as was rolling over the
grass-grown plain.
Alice thought of Jim's parting ad
vice: "He's never been licked In his life;
but if you have ter, give it to him red
hot !"
With a sharp cry, urging the horse
on under his heavy burden, she struck
him with all her strength on the quiv
ering flank, not once, but many times.,
He Jumped as if stung by a rattlesnake,
and seizing the bit In his teeth, sprang
away as if shot from some mighty cata
pult. ;
Alice had lost all control of him now.j
She could neither guide nor check nor
urge him. The blood of a noble ances
try, the blood of a racer was on fire in
his veins. Down the short bill, over
the brook, up the further side, on over
ithe plain like some wild spirit of the
Inie-bt he ran. A cheer that vou could
! jhave heard a mile, and that, mayhap.
(was heard clear up to the stars of
beaven, rang out as Prince Hal, white
with foam, flew by the crowd of men.
"Wa'al, ef you ain't the pluckiest
gall" said Jim, as he helped Alice from
the saddle; "an' you ain't agoln' ter
faint, nuther; I kin tell It by your eye.
jDidn't I tell you he could outrun a
Icy clone? But there had ter be some
body a-top o' him who knew how ter
Tide." Independent
Woaian'a Wit.
He If I had known bow sarcastic
you were I never would have married
you.
She You had a chance to notice It
Didn't I say "This is so sudden" when
you proposed to me after a two-years'
courtship? Cincinnati Enquirer.
Have you noticed that the persons
who make records by sleeping several
days and nights are always women?
A boy Isn't given a chance to puzzle
the scientists; every one In the family
takes a turn at' calling a boy tf be
doesn't get up on time.
He But, my dear, If she toM tt to
you in confidence you shouldn't teU me. I
She (pouting) Ob! well, if yon donf
are to hear It never mind! Pock- '
63
MUSIC IN PORTO RICO.
The National Instrument, tk. Galra.
I. 81mpl bat lnaenio.s.
Like all ether Spanish-speaking peo
ples, the Porto Ricans are fond of mu
sic. Every cafe has Its orchestra, foi
a cafe could hardly do business without
one. Every main street during the Ut
ter part of the day has Its little itiner
ant band of guitar and violin players,
and the warm nights are made pleasant
to the strollers along the streets by the
sound of stringed Instruments which
floats from behind the latticed, vine
clad screen of private residences.
Nearly all of the airs are pitched In
a minor key, which, even when Intend
ed to be Joyous, contains a plaint to the
Angle-Saxon fond of Sousa's rotnisj
music. To one who has traveled ia
Spanish lands the music of Porto Rico
at first seems very familiar, but the eat
Is not long in discovering something
novel in the accompaniment to th4
melody.
It sounds at first like the rhythmical
shuffle of feet upon sanded floor, and
one might suppose some expert clog
dancer was nimbly stepping to the
music made by the violins and guitars.
The motion is almost too quick, too
complicated, for this, however, and It
is the deftness of fingers, and not feet
which produces It
It comes from the only musical In
strument native to the West Indies, the
"gulra," which word is pronounced
"huir-r-a," with a soft roll and twist tc
the tongue only possible to the native
The "guira" Is a gourd varying in slz
In different Instruments. On the in
verse curve of the gourd are cut slits
like those in the top of a violin. On the
other side of the gourd opposite th
boles Is a series of deep scratches. The
player balances the gourd in his left
hand, holding it lightly that none of th
resonance may be lost.
With the right hand be rapidly rubs
this roughened side of the gourd with
a two-tlned steel fork. In the bands ol
a novice this produces nothing but a
harsh, disagreeable noise. In the baud;
of a native "gulra" player a wonderful
rhythmic sound comes from this dried
vegetable shell a sound which, in It!
place in the orchestra, becomes music,
and most certainly gives splendid time
and considerable volume to the per
formance. The player's hand moves with light
ning rapidity. The steel fork at time!
makes long sweeps the whole length of
the gourd, and then again vibrates with
Incredible swiftness over but an inch
or two of Its surface. There seems tc
be a perfect method In Its playing,
though no musical record is before the
player, and It seems to be a matter
purely of bis fancy and his ear as t
how his part shall harmonize with the
melody of the stringed instruments.
The guira Is found In all the West
Indies, but seems especially popular in
Porto Rico. The players generally mak
their own Instruments, and apparently
become attached to them, for as poor
as these strolling players are they will
hardly part with their guiras, even when
offered ten times their real value. They
are distinctly a Porto Rlcan curio, and,
strange as It may seem, Porto Rico li
probably more destitute of tourists'
"loot" than any foreign country known
to the traveling American. The tourist
who can secure a gulra may congratu
late himself, for It will be hard to get
and Is the very thing which can be car
ried away from the Island as a sou
venir which Is distinctly native and
peculiar. Kansas City Star.
BATHS NOT HER SPECIALTY.
Hospital Patient Had Not
Had One
in friz Months.
This actually occurred in one of the
hospitals In the city where a numbet
of patients from the lower walks of
life are brought for free treatment. One
night the police ambulance brought a
young woman who was suffering from
a severe case of rheumatism. The first
part of the treatment accorded patients
is a thorough bath before they are plac
ed between the clean sheets, and the
unpleasant task of administering the
scrub is a part of tbe duty of the proba
tioners, as tbe nurses are called during
the first six months of their training.
Tbe one who attempted the work In
this case found a hopeless Job on her
hands, and after much vain labor she
went to one of the older nurses for ad
vice. It being a case of rheumatism,
they disliked to risk putting her In a
tub, but there seemed to be no help for
It, so they soused her Into the hot water
and used soap, soda, alcohol and every
thing else the place afforded, and they
rubbed, scrubbed and scoured with but
little success. At last tbe elder nurse
exclaimed: "I don't believe you ever
had a bath before, did you?'
"Yes, I did," answered the patient la
tones of indignation.
"When was it 7"
"Just before I waa married."
"How long ago was that?"
- "A little over six months." Chicago
Chronicle.
Ded active Philosophy.
"I am quite certain that Edith in
tends to marry Tom."
"But they are not engaged, are
theyr
"Not that I know of, but they go
everywhere together. He never goes
with another girl, and she never ac
cepts attentions from another man."
"That la good aa far as it goes, but la
It enough to make one certain that she
Intends to marry htm? Has she told
you so 7"
"Oh, no; she haa not said a word
about it to me, nor to anyone else so far.
as I know."
"Then what makes you so sure!"
"I have watched them a great deal,
and I am convinced that Edith is tak
ing a long look ahead,' for whenever
Tom tries to spend any money on her
she always dissuades him."
Nntrltion la Oysters.
A quart of oysters contain, on the
average, about the same quantity of
nutritive substance as a quart of milk
or a pound of very lean beef.
Dnabridared.
Parke Have you got a good not of
names to select from for your new
babyT
Lane Ton bet! My wife baa kept a
record of all the servant girls we have
had daring the past month. New York
World.
SERMONS OF THE DAY
S.bjMt: -Tb. Christian Home A Fine
For tb. Ocamis and Ronndiac Oat .1
Character Tb. Family Circle a Havea
of Karna-. Fiona tb. World's Storms.
! Tsxt: "Lat them learn first to show
piety at home." I Timothy v., 4.
I Daring tb. summer months the tendency
. la to the fields, to visitation, to foreign
, travel and the watering plaoes, and the
- ocean steamers are tbronared, bat in the
winter It is rather to gather in domestic
I circles, and during these months w. spend !
, many oi tne nours witnin doors, and tb.
, apostle eomes to us and says that we ought
1 to exercise Christian behavior amid all
sueb elrcnmstanees. "Let them learn first
to show piety at home."
! There are a great many people longing
' for some arand sphere in which to serve
f God. Tbey admire Luther at the diet of
Worms, and onlv wish that thev had some
such great opportunity In which to display
their Christian prowess. They admire
Paul making Felix tremble, and they only
wish that tbey had some snch grand occa
sion in which to preach righteousness,
temperance and judgment to come. All
thev want Is an opportunity to exhibit
their Christian heroism. Now, the apostle
practically aays: "I will show you a place
where you can exhibit ail that is grand and
beautiful and glorious In Christian charac
ter and that Is toe domestic circle. Let
them lenrn first to show piety at home."
Hone is not faithful In an Insignificant!
sphere, he will not be faithful In a resound
Ingspbere. If Peter will not help the crip
ple at the gate of the temple, be will
never be able to preach 3000 into tbe king
dom at the Pentecost. If Paul will not
take pains to Instruct in tbe wav of salva
tion tbe jailor of the Pbllippian dungeon,
he will never, make Felix tremble. He
who Is not faithful in a rklrmish would. not
be faithful in an Armageddon. Tbe fact
is, we are all placed in just the position In
wblcb we can most grandly serve Ood, and
we onght not to be chiefly thoughtful
about some sphere of usefulness which we
may after a while gain, but the all absorb
ing question with ou and with me ought
to be, "Lord, what wilt Thou have me now
' and here to do?"
There is one word in St. Paul's adjur
; tlon aronnd which the most of onr
I thoughts will revolve.
That word is 1
I "Dome." Ask ten different men the mean
j ing of that word and tbey will give you
I ten diiferent definitions. To one it means
! love at the hearth, plenty at tbe table, in
dustry at the work stand. Intelligence at
: the books, devotion at the alter. In that
nousenoid discord never sounds Its war
whoop, and deception never tricks with its
false face. To him tt means a greeting at
the door and a smile at the chair, peace
hovering like wings, joy clapping Its bands
with langbter. Life is a tranquil lake.
Pillowed on the ripples sleep tbe shadows.
Ask another man what home Is and be will
tell it Is want looking out of a cheerless
fire-grate, kneading hunger in an empty
bread tray. The damp air shivering with
curses. No Bible on the shelf. Children
robbers and murderers in embryo. Ob
scene songs tbelr lullaby. Every face a
picture of ruin. - Want In the background
and sin staring from the front. No Sab
bath wave rolling over that doorstll. Ves
tibule of tbe pit. Shadow of infernal
walls. Furnace for forging everlasting
ebains. Fagots for an unending funeral
pile. Awful word. It Is spelled with
curses, It weeps with rain. It chokes with
woe. It sweats with the death agony of de
spair. The word "home" In the one case
means everything bright. The word
"bom." In the other case means every
thing terriflo. - , . - - ,,, ; , -... .
I shall speak now 'of home as a' test of
character, home as a refuge, home as a po
litical safeguard, bom. as a school, and
hom. as a type of heaven. And in the
first place, home is a powerful test of char
acter. The disposition in public may be in
gay eostume, wbile in private it is disha
bille. As play actors may appear In one
way on the stage and may appear in an
other way behind the scenes, so private
obaracter may be very different from pub
lic character. Private character is often
pnbllo character turned wrong side out.
A man may receive you Into his parlor as
though he was a distillation of smiles, and
yet his heart may be a swamp of nettles.
There are business men who all day long
are mud ana courteous, ana genial and
,on,l n.tnred In Mnmml.l Ufa d.mmino i
back their irritability and their petulance
iH thalrHIcnn.n hnt -t nlcrhtfnl! th '
aZZ. i..k. iji. k i I
unw J,C.AB, BUV Ol. VI '1 1 Ug Jll ' U 1 0 IVltH III
floods and freshets.
As at sunset sometimes tbe wind rises, so
after a sunshiny day there may be a tem
pestuous night. There are people who in
public act the philanthropist who at home
act the Nero with respect to their slippers
and tbelr gown. Audubon, tbe great orni
thologist, with gun and : pencil went
through the forests of America to bring
down and to sketch tbe beautiful birds, and
after years of toll and exposure completed
bis manuscript and put it in a trunk in
Philadelphia and went off for a few dnysof
recreation and rest and came back and
found that the rats bad utterly destroyed
tbe manuscript, but without any dlscom-
Eosure and without any fret or bad temper
e again picked up bis gun and bis pencil
and visited again all the great forests of
America and reproduced his immortal
work. And yet there are people with tbe
ten-thousandth part of that loss who ;are I
utterly irreconcuaDie, wno at tne loss oi a
pencil or an article of raiment will blow as
long and loud and sharp as a northeast
storm. Now, that man who la affable In
pnbllo and who Is Irritable In private is
making a fraudulent and overissue of stock,
and be is as bad as a bank that might have
400,000 or t600,000 of bills In circulation
with no specie in the vault. Let us learn
to show piety at home. If we have it not
there, we have it not anywhere. If we have
not genuine grace in tbe family circle, all J
oar outward and public plauslbilitynerely I
springs from the fear of the world or from :
, ,? . , , . . . ,,
tbe slimy, putrid pool of our own selfish-
I tell you the home is a mighty test
of character. Wbat you are at borne you
are everywhere, whether yon demonstrate
It or not.
Again, home is a refuge. Life is the
United States army on the nation:.! road
to Mexico a long march, with ever and
anon a skirmish and a battle. At eventide
we pitch oar tent and stack the arms, we
bang up the war cap, and our bead ou the
knapsack w. sleep until the morning bugle
calls us to march to tne action. How
pleasant it Is to rehearse tbe victories and
the surprises and the attacks of tbe day
seated by the still eampflre of the home
circle! Yea, life is a stormy sea. Wit'i
shivered masts and torn sails and hulk
aleak we put in at the harbor of home.
Blessed harbor! There we go for repairs
In the drydock. The candle in the window
is to the tolling man the lighthouse guid
ing blm into port. Children go forth to
meet their fathers as pilots at the Narrows
take the band of ships. Tbedoorsiil of the
home Is the wharf where heavy lire Is un
laden. There Is the place where we rady
talk of wbat we have done without being
charged with self adulation. There is tbe
place where we may lounge without being
thought ungraceful. There is the place
where we may express affection wltbou
being thought silly. There Is the plrict
Where w. may forget oar annoyances ami
exasperations and troubles. Forlorn ea rt h
pilgrim, no home? Then die. That Is let
ter. The grave is brighter and grander
and more glorious than this world with nc
tent from marching, with no barior from
the storm, with no place of rest from tlilt
scene of greed and gouge and loss anc
fain. God pity tbe man or the woman w lie
as no home!
Farther, home is a political sarcgrarJ.
Tbe safety of tbe State most b. built oi
the safety of the home. Wuy .-anno
France come to a placid repuMtr? Mae
-auou appoints nis mlnlstry.and all France
isainakelest the republic be smothered.
Gambette dies, and there are hundreds ol
thousands of Frenchmen who are fearing
the return of a monarchy. Tbe Dreyfuf
ease Is at this moment a slumbering earth
quake under Paris. France, as a nation,
has not tbe right kind of a Christian home.
Tbe Christian hearthstone Is the only
hearthstone for a republic. The virtues
cultured In tbe family circle are an abso
lute nesesslty for the State. If there be
not enough moral principle to make the
family adhere, there will not be enough po-
uuoai principle 10 maae tne Btate aon.re.
Ho home means the Qotha and Tan data,
K.eans ine Mom ads of Asia, means tbe
Numldlans of Afrloa, ohanging from place
to place according as tbe pasture bappene
) to change Confounded be all those babels
I of Iniquity which would overpower and de
rtroy the home! The same storm that un
lets the ship la which the family sail will
sink tb. frigate of the constitution. Jails
and penitentiaries and armies and navies
I are not oar best defense. Tbe door of the
noma is tne best fortress. Household uten
sils are oar best artillery, and the chim
neys of our dwelling houses are the grand
est monuments to safety and triumph. No
home, no republic
Farther, home is a school. Old ground
nust be turned up with subsoil plow, and
It mast be harrowed and reharrowed, and
than the crop will not be as large as that
at the new ground with less culture. Now,
youth and childhood are n.w ground, and
all the Influences thrown over their heart
ana me will come up in after life luxuri
antly. Every time you have given a smile
at approbation all the good cheer of your
Ufa will come up again in tb. geniality of
your ahildren. And every ebullition of
angei'aiuV;?V--"':i':t:??,"nle dlaulav -
Indignation will be fuel to this disposition
of twenty or thirty or forty years from now
fuel for a bad fire a quarter of a century
from this. Vou praise the Intelligence of
your child too much sometimes when you
think be is not aware of it, and you will see
tbe result of It before ten years of aire In
bis annoying affectatipns. You praise bU
beauty, supposing he is not large enough
to understand what you say, and yon will
And him standing on a high chair before a
Battering mirror.
Oh, make your home the brightest place
n earth It you would charm your children
to the high path of virtue and rectitude
snd religion. Do not always turn the
blinds the wrong way. Let the ligbt,
which puts gold on tbe gentian and spots
the pansy, pour into your dwelling.'. Do
not expect tbe little feet to keep step to a
dead march. Do not cover up yonr walls
witn sucn pictures as nest s "Death on a
Pale Horse" or Tintoretto's "Massacre of
the Innnocents." Rather cover them, if
you have pictures, with "The Hawking
Party," and "Tbe Mill by the Mountain
Stream," and "Tbe Fox Hunt," and the
"Children Amid Flowers," and tbe
"Harvest Scene," and "The Saturday
Night Marketing." Get you no hint of
cheerfulness from grasshopper's leap and
lamb's frisk aul quail's whistle and
garrulous streamlet, wbicb from tbe rock
at the mountain top clear down to tbe
meadow ferns under tbe shadow of the
,teeP comes looking to see wbere it can
iiuu hits oioorai iica iu ifni uil HI Him
talking just to hear itsell talk? if all tb.
skies hurtled with tempest and everlasting
storm wandered over tbe S'ta and every
mountain stream were raving mud, froth
ing at tbe mouth with mud foam, and
there were nothing but simoons blowing
among tbe hills, and there were neither
lark's carol nor bumming bird's trill nor
waterfall's dash, but only bear's baric and
panther's scream and wolf's bowl, aud you
might well gather Into your homes only
the shadows. But when Go! has strewn
tbe earth and tbe heavens with beautv and
with gladness let us take Into our home
circles all innocent hilarity, all brightness
and all good cheer. A dark home makes
bad boys and bad girls in preparation for
bad men and bad women.
Above all, my friends, take into your
homes Christian principle. Can it be that
In any of tbe comfortable homes whose in
mates I confront the voice of prayer Is
never lifted? Wbat! No supplication at
night for protection? What! No thauka
glvlng In tbe morning for care? How, my
brother, my sister, will you answer God in
the day of judgment with reference to your
children? It Is a plain question, and there
fore I ask it. In tbe tenth chapter of Jere
miah God says he will pour out bis fury
upon tbe families that call not upon His
name. Oh, parents, when you are dead
and gone and the moss Is covering the In- '
scription of the tombstone, will your chil
dren look back and think of father and
mother at family prayer? Will tbey take
tbe old family Bible and open it and see
tbe mark of tears of contrition and tears o
consoling promise wept by eyes long before
gone out Into darkness? "Ob, if you do not
Inculcate Christian principle in the hearts
of your children, and do not warn them
against evil, and you do not invite them to
holiness and to God, and tbey wander off
Into dissipation and into Infidelity, and at
last make shipwreck of tbelr Immortal
soul, on their deathbed and in the day of
judgment tbey will curse you!
Seated hv rue register or tbe stove, what
If on the w should come out the history
ul v""r '"""'u. " uiamry me
m.0.rt,a, ' "??"' ",e.. ??ur..'0.
""P1- ..J L"' """"I! lu" "'"'""T
of his child. lie Is writing it.
composing
It into a song or pointing it with a groau.
One night, lying on my louDge when very
tired, my children all around about me, in
full romp and hilarity and laughter on the
lounge, half awake and half asleep I
dreamed this dream: I was in a far coun
try. It was not Persia, although moretban
oriental luxuriance crowned the ci'.les. It
was not tbe tropics, although more than
tropical fruitfulness filled tbe gardens. It
was not Italy, although more tbau Italian
softness ailed the air. And I wandered
about looking for thorns and nettles, but
I found that none of them grew there. And
I saw tbe sun rise, and I watched to see it
set, bat It sank not. And I saw the people
In holiday attire, and I said, "When will
tbey put off this and put on workmen's
garb, and again delve in tbe mine and
swelter at the forge?" But they never put
off the holiday attire.
And I wandered in the suburbs of tbe
city to 11 Dd tbe place wbere tbe dead sleep,
and I looked all along tbe line of tbe beau
tiful bills, tbe place where tbe dead might
most peacefully sleep, and I saw towers
and castles, but not a mausoleum, or a
monument, or a white slab could I see.
And I went into tbe chapel of the great
town, and I said, "Where do tbe poor wor
ship and wbere are tbe hard Imoches on
wblch tbey sit?" And tbe answer was
made me, "We have no poor in this coun-
f f'
And then I wandered out to And the
' r""i"' ' "T "
J f "n,d. 'TL "? . K"Ldh'
but not a tear could I see, not a sigh
.. . . .
sat down under tbe branches of a great
tree, and I said. "Wbere am 1 and whence
comes all this scene?" And then out from
among tbe leaves and up tbe flowery paths
and across tbe broad sirea'ns there eame a
beautiful group thronglug all about me,
and as I saw them come I thought I knew
their step, and as tbey shouted I thought
I knew their voices, but theu they were so
gloriously arrayed in apparel sucb as I
bad never before witnessed that I bowed
as stranger to stranger. But when again
tbey clapped their hands and shouted
"Welcome, welcome," the mystery all van
ished, and I found that time bad gone and
eternity bad come, and we were all together
again in our new home in heaven, and I
looked around and I suid, "Are we all
here?" and tbe voices of manv geueratlons
responded. "All here!" And while tears
of gladness were running down our cheeks,
and tbe branches of the Lebanon cedars
were clapping their hands, aud the tower
of the great city were chiming their wel
come we all together hvgnn to leap and
shout and sing, "Home, home, home!"
The yellow silk spider of Ceylon is
perhaps the largest of hia SDecles. Hia
average weight Is nine ounces.
In
baum
an article on Pekin Dr. Gold
declares that a Mnn.nhnn
where he can
robe, seems to
institution to
chant.
put up his ward
be an indispensable
the Chinese mer-
Untamed camels are not the docile
creatures they are taught to become
after months of breaking. In the wild
state they are extremely vicious, and
can kick harder, higher, swifter and
oftener than a mule, and sometimes
seem to use all four feet at once
T?lot'BBOr Iw:r asserts that 100.
000.000 people lived and died In Ameri
ca before Columbus' discovery.
India has perhaps a greater va
riety of plants than any other coun
try in the world, having nfiecn thou
sand native species, while the Mora of
the entire continent of Europe em
braces only about ten thousana.
Remarkable success lu treating
aneurisms by subcutaneous Injections
of gelatine haa been reported to the
Paris Academy of Medicine.
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