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Editor and Proprietor.
MIFFLINTOWy, JltNIATA COUNTY, PENN., WEDNESDAY, MAY 17, 1899.
NO. 23.
By Hw Duchess.
CH.WTLK XXII.
Ia.lv Ilalt inTf. tt. had been very
-iead bv t-e news " lion Felix told hei
the Beit m-M-ninc t his good luck. In al!
beronn creat imliaipiiMss she had still
tin.!!)- word and thought for her cousin
,n,l his fiancee.
tine of t'.ie nicest girls, she says,
0reins his til warmly. "I often
diink indeed, the nicest girl I know. Yoo
ire fortunate. Felix, but." very kindly,
"she is fortunate, too.
-Oh. no. tbe luck is all on my side."
mvs he.
it will he a blow to Norman, sue
lars. presently.
i think not," with an irrepressible
touch of scorn.
"Of course. I can quite understand that
joa do not like him." says she, with a
quick sigh. "But belieTe me. any heart
he his wks really given to Joyce. Well,
lemust devote himself to ambition now."
"Miss Maliphant can help him to that."
"So, no. That is all knoc ked on the
head. It appears this is in strirt conli
dence. Felix but it appears he asked hei
to marry him last evening, and she re
fused." Felix turns to her as if to give utter
ance to some vehement words, and then
checks himself. After all. why add to her
nnhappiness? Why tell her of that cur's
ba" ":s? Her own brother, too! It
wo:?.n.re but another prief.
To think he should have gone from her
fn Miss Maliphant! What a pitiful crea
ture! Beneath contempt! Well, if his
pride survives those two downfalls both
in one day it must be made of leather. It
does Felix j;ood to think of how Miss Mal
iphant must have worded her refusal. She
is not famous for prace of speech. He
must have had a really bad time of it.
"Ah. she refused':" says he, hardly
knowing what to say.
"Yes. ami not very graciously, I'm
afraid. He gave me the mere fact of the
refusal no more, and only that because
he had to cive a reason for his abrupt de
parture. You know be is going this even-
JDg'i"
"No. I did not know it. Of course, un
ier the circumstance!! "
"Yes. he could hardly stay here. Mar
garet came to me and said she would go,
but I would not allow that. After all,
every woman has a right: to refuse or ac
cept as she will."
"True." His heart gives an exultant
leap as he remembers bow his love had
wiil.d.
"I only wish she had not hurt him in
the r-!'u-;il. He was not in his usual care
less spirits. He struck me as being a lit
tle well, you know, a little" she bes
tabs.
"Out of temper?" suggests Felix.
"Well. yes. Itisappoiutnient takes that
course with some people. After all, it
niinht have been worse if he had set his
heart on Joyce and been refused."
"Much worse," says Felix, his eyes on
the ground.
"She would have been a severe loss.
"Severe, indeed." By this time Felix Is
beginning to feel like an advanced hypo
crite. "As for Margaret Maliphant, I am
afraid he was more concerned about the
loss of her bonds and scrips than of her
elf. It is a terrible world, Felix, when
all is told." says she, suddenly, crossing
her beautiful. 'long, white bands over her
knees, ami leaning toward him. There is
a touch of misery so sharp in her voice
that he starts as he looks at her. It is
a momentary fit of emotion, however, and
passes before he dare comment on it. With
a heart uigh to breaking she still retains
her composure, and talks calmly to Felix,
and lets him talk to her, as though the
fact that she is soon to lose forever the
man w ho once had pained her heart that
tatai once that means for always, in
anite of everything that has come and
-one is as little or nothing to her. See
ing her sitting there, strangely pale. In
deed, but so collected, it would be impos
ible to guess at the tempest of passion
and grief ami terror that reigns within her
breast. Women are not so strong to bear
as men. and therefore in the world's storm
offer most.
"It is a lovely world." says he, smiling,
thinking of Joyce; and then, remember
Ini: her Siid 'lot, his smile fades. "One
might make perhnps a bad world bet
ter." "Ah! teach me how,'
me,n,ehuly glance.
says she, with a
1 here is such a thing as forgiveness.
r
ive him!" blurts he out in a frighten-1
M sort of way. He is horri6ed at him-
e.f-at his ow n temerity a second later, I
. j . ..
ami rises to his feet as if to meet the in
JiKiiatioti be has certainly courted. But
to Ins surprise no such indignation betrays
itself.
"Is that your advice?" says she, still
with the thin white hands clasped over
the knees and the earnest gaze on him.
"Well, well, well!"
Her eyes droop. She seems to be think-
In-', and he. gazing at her, refrains from;
"peeeii with bis heart sad with pity. Pres
Mitly she lifts her head and looks at him.
"There! (Jo back to your love," she
as. with a glance that thrills him. "Tell
her from nie that if you bad the whole
world to choose from, I should still select
her as your wife. I like her; I love her'
'There, go!" She seems to grow all at
om-e very tired. Are those tears that are
"sing in her eyes? She holds out to him '
her hand. Felix, taking it. holds It close
ly for a moment, and presently, as if mov
ed to do it, he stoops and presses a warm
kiss upon it.
slie is so unhappy, and so kind, and c
true. Heaven deliver her out of her sor
row! CHAPTER XXIII.
Khe is still sitting silent, lost in thought,
after Felix's departure, when the door
opens once again to admit her husband.
H's hands are full of papers.
"Are you at liberty?" says he. "Have
Ton a moment? These," pointing to the
papers, "want signing. Can you give youi
attention to them now?"
'JWhat.ae they?" a ska aha. rising.
Mere law pjpers. Yon need not look
so ternBed." His tone is bitter. "There
are certain matters that must be arranged
before my departure matters that con
cern your welfare and the boy's. Here,"
laying the papers upon the daTenport and
Mreading them out. "you. sign your name
here." . " -
"But," recoiling, "what la it? What doe
it all mean?"
"It is not yonr death warrant, I assure
you," aays he. with a sneer. "Come, sign!"
Seeing her still hesitate, he turns upon
her savagely. Who shall say what hidden
storms of grief and regret lie within that
burst of anger?
"Io yon want your son to live and die
a poor man?" says he. - "Cornel there is
yourself to be considered, too! Once I am
out of your way, yon will be able to begin
life again with a light heart; and this,"
tapping the paper heavily, "will enable
you to to it. I male over to yon and the
boy everything at least, as nearly every
thing as will enable me to live."
"It should be the other way," says she.
"Take everything and leave as enough to
live on."
"Why? says he, facing round, some
thing in her voice that resembles remorse
striking him.
"We shall have each other," says she.
"Having happily got rid of such useless
lumber as thefather and husband. Well,
you will be the happier so," rejoins he.
J with a laugh that hurts him more than it
nuns ner, tuougn sue cannot know that.
'Two is company,' you know, according
to the good old proverb, 'three, trumpery,'
You and be will get on very well without
me. no doubt."
"It is your arrangement." says she.
'If that thought is a salve to your con
science, pray think so," rejoins he. "It
isn't worth an argument. - We are only
wasting time." He hands her the pen:
she takes it mechanically, but makes no
use of it.
"You will, at least, tell me where you
are going?" says she.
"Certainly I should if I only knew my
self. To America first, bnt that is a big
direction, and I am afraid the tenderest
love letter would not reach me through it.
When your friends ask yon, say I have
gone to the north pole; it is as likely a des
tination as another."
"But not to know!" says she, lifting hei
dark eyes to his dark eyes that seem to
glow like fire In her white face. "That
would be terrible. It is unfair. Yon
should think think " Her voice growt
husky and uncertain. She stops abruptly.
"Don't be uneasy alout that," says he.
"I shall take care that my death, when
it occurs, is made known to you as soon
as possible. Your mind shall be relieved
on that score with as little delay as I can
manage. The welcome news shall be
brought by a swift messenger."
She flings the pen upon tbe writing table
and turns away.
"Insult me to the last if yon will," she
says; "but consider yonr son. He love
you. He will desire news of you froir
time to time. It is impossible that yoc
can put him out of your life as you hav
put me."
"It appears you . can be unjust to th
last," says he, flinging her own accusa
tion back at her. "Have I put you out o)
my life?"
"Ah! was I ever in it?" says she. "But
you will write?"
"No. Not a line. Once for all, I break
with you. Should my death occur you
will hear of it. And I have arranged so
that now and after that event you and
the boy will have your positions clearly
defined. That is all you can possibly re
quire of me. Even if you marry again
your jointure will be secured to you."
"Baltimore! exclaims she, turning npoa
him passionately. She seems to struggle
with herself for words. "Has marriage
proved so sweet a thing," cries she, pres
ently, "that I should care to try it again 1
There! Go! I shall sign none of these
things!" She makes a disdainful gesture
toward the loose papers lying on the table,
and moves angrily away.
"You have your son to consider."
"Your son will inherit the title and the
property without those papers."
"There are complications, however, that
perhaps you do not understand."
"Let them lie there. I shall sign noth
ing." "Ia that case you will probably fine
yourself immersed in troubles of the
meaner kind after my departure. Th
child cannot inherit until after my death
and "
; "I don't care," says she, sullenly. "G
If you will. I refuse to be benefited by it.
"What a stubborn woman you are!
cries he, in great wrath. "You have foi
years declined to acknowledge me as youi
husband. You have by your manner al
most commanded my absence from youi
side; yet now when I bring you the joyful
news that in a snort lime you win aciu-
. . .1 .
"? ?. na. "fT T. tZ
a luousana
difficulties in my path, is it mat you oe-
flimcumes iu uij e-i -- -
sire to keep me near you for the purpose
of torture? It is too late for that. Yoo
have gone a trifle too far. The hope yoo
have so clearly expressed in many ways
that time would take me out of your path
is at last about to be fulfilled."
"I have had no such hope."
"Nol You can look me in the fact
and say that! Saintly lips never He, how
ever, do they? Well. I'm sick of thii
life- you are not. I have borne a good
deal from you, as I told you before. I'll
bear no more. I give in. Fate has bees
too strong for me."
"You have created your own fate.
"You are my fate! You are inexora
ble!" The sound of running, childish, patter
ing footsteps can be beard outabU th.
door, and a merry little shout of laughtcv
The door is suddenly burst open in rather
unconventional style, and Bertl . rushes
nto the room, a fox-terrier at his heels.
The dog Is evidently quite as up to lue
ran.e as the boy, and both race tempestu
117, up the room and precipitate them
Jelves against Lady Baltimore's skins.
3 and round her the chase continue.
.n .1 kt bursting away from his
motherT dashes toward hi. father, the ter-
rier after him.
There isn't .0 much scope for talent .In
,rs as In a mass ot dainty
" 1 . Bertie grows
T r upo- the ground
and lets tha dog tumble over him there.
Th. tnnat ia virtually at an end-
CHAPTER XXIV. "
Lady Baltimore, who haa stood immova
ble during the attack upon her, always
with that cold, white, beautiful look upon
her face, now points to the stricken child
lying panting. laughing and playing with
the dog at his father's feet.
"Bertie," says his mother, turning to
the child, "do you know this, that your
father ia going to leave your
"Going?" says the boy, vaguely, for
getting the dog for a moment and glaacins
upward. "Where?" .
"Away. Forever."
"W here?" aaya the boy again. . He
rises to his feet now, and looks anxiously
at his father; then he smiles and flings
himself into his arms. "Oh. no!" aays he.
In a little soft, happy, sure sort of a way.
"Forever! Forever!" repeats Isabel, in a
curious monotone.
"Take me up," aays the child, tugging at
his father's arms. "What does mamma
mean? Where are you going?"
"To America, to shoot bears," returns
Baltimore, with an embarrassed laugh.
How near to tears It Is!
"Real live bearer
"Yes."
"Take mer says the child, excitedly.
."And leave mamma V
"Ok, she'll come, too," says Bertie, con
fidently. "She'll come where I go."
Where he would go the child! But would
he go wbese the father went? Baltimore's
brow darkened.
"I am afraid it is out of the question,"
he says, putting Bertie back again upon
the carpet, where tbe fox-terrier is bark
ing furiously and jumping up and down
in a frenzied fashion as if desirous of de
vouring the child's legs. "The bears
might eat you. When you are big and
strong "
"You will come back for mer cries
Bertie, eagerly.
"Perhaps."
"He will not," breaks in Lady Balti
more, violently. "He will come back n'
more, wnen be goes you will never see
him again. He has said so. He is going
forever!" These last terrible words seem
to have sunk into her son I. She cannot
.-ease from repeating them.
"Let the boy alone, says Baltimore
angrily.
The child is looking from one parent to
the other. He seems puzzled, expectant,
but scarcely unhappy. Childhood can
grusp a great deal, but not all. The more
unhappy the childhood, the more it can
understand of the sudden and larger ways
of life. But children delicately brought
up and clothed In love from their cradle
find it hard to realize that an end to their
happiness can ever come.
Tell me, papa, says he at last, in a
vague, sweet little way.
What is there to tell 7' replies his fath
er, with a most meager laugh, "except
that I saw Beecber bringing In some fresh
oranges half an hour ago. Perhaps he
hasn't eaten them all yet. If you were to
ask him for one "
I'll find him," cries Bertie, brightly.
forgetting everything but the present mo
ment. "Come, Trlxy, come," to his dog;
you shall have some, too."
"You see, there won't be much trouble
with htm," says Baltimore, when the boy
has run out of tbe room in pursuit of or
anges. "It will take him a day, perhaps,
and after that he will be quite your own.
If you won't sign these papers to-day you
will perhaps to-morrow. I had better go
and tell Hansard that you would like to
have a little time to look them over."
He walks quickly down the-room, opens
the door and closes It after him.
He has not, however, gone three yards
down the corridor when the door Is again
opened, and Lady Baltimore's voice calls
after him:
Baltimore!" Her tone is sharp, highly
agonized the tone of one strung to the
highest pitch of despair. It startles him.
He turns to look at her. she is standing.
framed in by the doorway and one hand
is grasping the woodwork with a hold so
Arm that the knuckles are showing white.
With the other hand she beckons him to
approach her. He obeys her. He Is even
so frightened at the strange, gray look In
her face that he draws her bodily into the
room again, shutting the door with a pres
sure of the hsnd he can best spare.
"What is It V says he, looking down at
her.
She has managed to so far overcome the
falntness that has been threatening her as
to shake him off and stand free, leaning
against a chair behind her.
"Don t go, says she, hoarsely.
It is Impossible to misunderstand her
meaning, it nas notning wnaiever 10 ao
with his interview with the lawyer wait
ing so patiently down below, but with
that final wandering of his into regions
unknown. She is as white as death.
How is this, Isabel?" asks be. He la
as white as she is now. "Do you know
what you are saying? This Is a moment
of excitement; yon do not comprehend
what yonr words mean.
"Stay! Stay Tor his saker
"Is that alir says he, his eyes search
ing hers.
"For mine, then."
The words seem to scorch her. 8he cov
ers her face with her hands and stands
before him, stricken dumb, miserable
confessed. "For yours!"
He goes closer to her. snd ventures to
take her hand. It Is cold cold as death.
His is burning.
"You have given a reason for my stay
ing, indeed," says he. "But what la tbe
meaning of itr
"This!" cries she, throwing up her hesd,
snd showing bim her shamed and grief
stricken face. "I am a coward! In spite
of everything I would not have you go
far!"
1 see. I understand," he sighs, heavily.
"And yet that story was a foul lie! It Is
all that stands between us. Isabel. Is it
not so? But you will not believe."
There is a long silence, during wmcn
neither of them stirs. They seem wraa-I
ped in thought in silence he still holding
her band.
"If it was a lie ," says she, at last break
ing the quiet around them by an effort
"would you mo far forgive my distrust of
you as to be holding my hand like thisr
"Yes. What Is there I would not for
give your says be. "And it was a lie!"
"Cyril," cries she. In great agitation,
"take care! It is a last moment! Do you
dare to tell me that still f
"You doubt r says he, with a stern
glance. "So be It; you shall see the letter
she wrote me on her bed of death! Though
how will that satisfy you? For you can
always gratify your desire for suspicion
by regarding It aa a fsrgery. The woman
herself is dead, so, of course, there is n
one to contradict I will bring you the
letter," moving toward the door. When
be does bring it when she had read it
and satisfied herself of the loyalty so long
doubted, where, he ssks himself, will they
two be then? .Further apart than ever?
He has forgiven a great deal much more
than this and yet, strange human nature,
he knows if he once leaves the room and
her' presence now, he will never return
again. The letter she will see but him
never! . '
. Th. j la mm. Ha haa almost rroaa.
ed the threshold. Once again her voice
r.t-alls him, once again he looks back, she
is holding out her arms to him.
"CyrU! Cyriir. she cried.- "I believe
you."
She staggers toward him. Merciful!)
the fountain of her tears breaks loose, she
flings herself Into his willing arms, and
sobs out a whole world of grief upon bit
Dosom. -It
is a eruel moment, yet one fraught
with joy as keen aa the sorrow a fire of
tnguish out of which both emerge purified
calmed gladdened.
The end.)
Fiddler Yes, Boston has turned out
a great many musicians "yours truly"
among the number. Quiz Well, how
aa you blame her? Brooklyn Life.
Tfind twelve dollars a high price for
this parrot. I suppose he speaks a
good deair "No, not at alL but he un
derstands everything." Fl legend
Blatter.
Teacher (to class) "In this stanza,
what to meant by the line: The shade
of night were falling fast?" Bright
Scholar "The . people were pulling
down the blinds." Ex.
The First Mate "How clear and
bright It is In the West" Tbe Second
Mate "Why not? The captain has
been sweeping the horizon with hli
glass." Indianapolis Journal -
The General "I have stood unmoved
when shells were bursting around me.
Could your Romeo Barnatomer
"Well, that would depend a great deal
upon the age of the eggs," Life. i
"Some of these summer young men,
remarked Miss Cayenne, pensively, "re
mind me of Dresden china." "Because
they are beautiful T "Yea And they
get broke so easily." Washington Star.
Flasher I saw you out horseback
riding this morning, old man. Dum
bleton Don't say! Well, was I In It,
10 to speak? Flasher The saddle? Well,
at very rare intervals. Richmond Dh
patch. I
"Why don't they revive that song that
used to be so popular a few years agor
"I don't know what one you mean,?
"Why, It ran like this: The Spanish
cavalier stood In his retreat.' "Phila
delphia Bulletin.
Uncle Frank "Well, Willie, what did)
you see at the circus to-day r Willi
(who was especially pleased with the
Shetland ponies) "Lots and lots of
things; but the best were the con
densed horses." Judge. ' (
Hogan "Ol wonder who will be th
last man on earth." Grogan "Ol dun
no, anny more than you. But it is to
be hoped that be'U be an onndertaker,
o he will know how to bury himself
dacently." Indianapolis Journal.
"Come on, fellows," cried a mosquito
who happened to overhear a quarrel be
tween Mr. and Mrs. Henpeck; "this Is
a cinch. I heard the woman tell her
husband he was the most thin-skinned
man she ever knew." Philadelphia
Record. r 41
raaiaoTDhroiot-
foot, baa become a queen of comic op
era! To think that I might have mar
ried Lottie ten years ago! - Ah! If I had
it I had! Oh. well! If I had, K Isn't
at all likely that we'd be married now!"
Puck,
"Poor Nivtns! He can't forget his
early ways." "I hoard some one say
he handled golfstlcks as If they were
pickaxes." "Worse than that Let him
have his stick In tbe air for a stroke and
he'll drop It If the noon whistle blows."
Cincinnati Enquirer.
Judge Why did you commit this un
provoked assault? Prisoner I wanted
to get my picture in the papers. Judge
Well, will you be good If I let you
go? Prisoner I am afraid not I now
want to km the artists who made the
pictures. New York Journal.
"If I were a man," she said, "you
would not find me here to-day. I'd be
away fighting for my country." "If
you were a man," he replied, "you
wouldn't find me here to-day, either. I,
too, would be away, fighting for my
country." After that all he had to do
was to gain papa's consent. Cleveland
Leader.
The Father That young man who
used to call on you and stay so late la
In the navy now, I understand? The
Daughter Yes, papa; and think of it!
bis boat has been disabled! Tbe last
I beard of him he was being towed In.
The Father Well, don't let me see him
around here at all hours of the night
or you will see him being toed out
Yonkers Statesman.
Mr. Simpkins is a great enthusiast on
the subject of "cheat protectors," which
he recommends to people on every oc
casion. "A great thing!" he says. "They
make people more healthy. Increase
their strength, and lengthen their
lives." "But what about our ances
tors r some one asked. "They didn't
have any chest protectors, did theyT"
They did not" said Mr. Slmklns, tri
umphantly, "and where are they now?
All dead!" Tit-Bits.
A clergyman preached a rather long
sermon from the text 'Thou . art
weighed In the balance and found want
ing." After the congregation had lis
tened about an hour, some began to get
weary and went out; others soon fol
lowed, greatly to tbe annoyance of the
minister. Another person started.
whereupon the parson stopped his ser
mon and said "That Is right gentle
men; as fast as you are weighed pass
out!" He continued his sermon some
time after that but no one disturbed
blin by leaving.
For twenty-five years Henry Zetg
ler has owned a arm of three hundred
acres in Pittston, Pa. He has always
been a poor man. It has Just been dis
covered that the land contains a rich
deposit of coal, and is worth about
$1,500,000.
A boot blacking machine has ap
peared in London. A revolving brush
removes the dirt while . another, to
which blacking is automatically ap
plied, does the polishing.
A lawyer In Danville, 111., gave a
spurious decree of divorce to a female
client and she. believing it genuine,
married again. She has sued the law
yer and recovered S5000 damages.
It is estimated that England's
stock of coal will last 200 years longer
and North America's 600 years. It is
not likely, however, that these sup
plies will ever be needed, as it is
probable that before many decades
have passed power will be grained in
other ways.
I Smoked snow-water la a favorite
'tipple In Lapland.
tOEAN CABLE LINES.
THE. DEVCUOPMBNT OF SUB
MARINE TELEQRAPHY.
toeard ? yttlaurs that Preesdaal the
vrataal Sice Matter Was Tint
by Baia( a Bpaatiaud at
la 179S. .
- The development of the subataiina
telegraph from a mere gntta percha
eoated wire laid In New York harbor
by Prof. Morse In 1842 to the great
cables which now engirdle the entire
earth, except In the bed of tbe Pacific,
Is described In a statement Issued by
the Treasury Bureau of Statistics, en
titled "Chronology of Submarine Tele
graph Construction Throughout the
World and the Development of Sub
marine Telegraphy." This publication,
which haa been prepared by the Bu
reau of Statistics In view of the spe
cial interest Just now developed In a
submarine telegraph line to connect
tbe United States with Hawaii. Guam,
the Philippines and tbe Asiatic coast
ihowa not only the location, number
and length of the submarine telegraphs
f the world, but also tbe history of
this great system and the part which
American genius and enterprise have
had in Its development
Tbe statement credits Salva, a Span
lard, with the first recorded sugges
tion of submarine telegraphy, made be
fore the Barcelona Academy of Sci
ences In 1795. Aldlnl, a nephew of
Galvlnl, performed experiments In tbe
transmission of electric signals under
the sea near Calais, France, In 1803;
Schilling Ignited gunpowder by elec
tricity transmitted through a subaque
ous conducting wire under tbe Neva
River, near St Petersburg, In 1812; tel
egraphic signals were transmitted
through Insulated wires under tbe
River Hoogly, In India, by the director
f the East India Company's telegraph
ystem in 1838, and In 1842 Prof. Morse
transmitted electric currents and sig
nals through an Insulated copper wire
laid for that purpose between Castle
Qarden and Governor's Island, in New
York harbor, and In the following year
luggested submarine electric commu
nication between the United States
and Europe. In 1845 Ezra Cornell, In
conjunction with Prof. Morse, laid and
successfully operated submarine cop
per wires In the Hudson River, be
tween New York and Tort Lee, and In
1847 a section of the telegraph line
connecting New York and Washington
was laid through the waters of a nar
row creek by J. J. Craven, of New Jer
sey, thus demonstrating telegraphic
eervlce. In 18C0 a submarine telegraph
line was laid, across the English Chan
nel and signals exchanged, but without
further success, though in tbe follow
ing year a cable containing four cop
per wires. Insulated with gutta percha
ndocotectad by galvanised Iron wires
wound spirally about tt. wrtald
across the English Channel and put
Into successful operation as a. sub
marine telegraph Une.
These experiments having proved
the practicability of submarine teleg
raphy, the great enterprise of a tele
graph line under the Atlantic was un
dertaken. St Louis Globe-Democrat
The average Interval between high
tides is twelve hours and twenty-five
minutes.
The dangers of using liquids con
taining petroleum spirits, bensolene,
etc., for cleansing the hair, have been
gain emphasised by another death
from burns In England.
From Egypt came reports of tbe dis
covery at Thebes of the tombs of
Amenophls IX, who reigned B. C. 1500,
of Tbotmes IV., of Amenophls III. and
Rameses IV, V. and VI. All the bodies
ere said to be In a splendid state of
preservation.
In one of tbe most complete factories
where mineral teeth are made, the
thief ingredients comprise felspar,
illlca and clay; those of subsidiary
character are sundry metallic oxides,
to produce the tints of discoloration
which are necessary to make the Imi
tation a good one.
It Is well known that the pressure of
the atmosphere on the surface of the
earth la about fifteen pounds to the
square Inch, equivalent that la, to a
pressure at the lower end of a column
it mercury about thirty inches high,
r to the pressure of a column of water
thirty-four feet high.
The dimensions of the Capitol at
Washington are: The length, 751 feel
I Inches; breadth, from 121 to 324 feet;
It covers 153,112 square feet From
base of building to the tip of statue,
287 feet 11 inches. The height of the
dome above the base line on the east
front Is 287 feet 5 Inches,
Gunboats for service on the Nile have
been built at the celebrated Yarrow
yards in Great Britain. They are pro
pelled by a screw propeller, which
turns In a sort of tunnel near the stern
of the boat The screw Is set so hlgb
that only half of It Is under water.
But as the boat moves, water Is drawn
op into the cavity so that the screw Is
completely Immersed once the boat hi
In motion.
All code books carried on warships
have leaden backs, to make them sink
If lost overboard. The letters In the
book, moreover, are printed with pe
culiar Ink, which fades away when It
comes In contact with the water. To
make things still more safe tbe letters
are changed every few months by tba
aavy department Even on the war
ihlps few officers know their Teasel's
afOctal signal code.
In England much Interest Is taken
by the army and navy authorities In a
ew method of preserving flour by
means of compression. With hydrau
lic pressure apparatus the flour If
queesed Into tbe form of bricks, and
experiments are resorted to have
ahown that the. proas are destroys aO
forau of larval life, thus preserving
the flour from the ravages of Insect
while It la MOillv rnra from mold
Three hundred pounds of compressed
nour occupy the same space aa on
hundred pounds of floor In the ordinary
state.
The researches of Professor Milne on
tbe cause of the breaking of telegraph k
cables have revealed the fact that there
are parts of the ocean-bed, particularly
on steep slopes along the edges of con
tinents, where great ehangea frequent
ly occur. The Importance of properly
electing toe location of a cable la
shown by the fact cited by Professoi
Milne, that "the military and naval re
serves were called ont In Australia In
1888, when the simultaneous Interrup
tion of two cables cut off communica
tion with the rest of the world for nine
teen days, and gave rise to the feat
that war had broken out In Europe."
IN THIS GLORIOUS COUNTRY.
Aa Incident la the Caaapalsra af a
Bepreaeatattve.
"This la a great and glorious country
f ours," remarked a newly elected Rep
resentative from a Southern State,
"and the more am I Impressed by Its
greatness and Its glory. As an exam
ple of what some of Its people are like
let me give you an experience of mine
while I was hustling for the responsi
bilities of state which I will be called
upon to assume at the next session of
the House of Representatives. I had
tost one day when I was far up In the
back tier of mountain counties, and my
only roadway had petered out Into a
pig-path leading down off -a bin to a log
cabin In the valley. Reaching the house,
I found a long, lank, saffron-skinned
woman hanging clothes out In the yard
In front and I forthwith approached
her on the subject of Information as to
my location and how tbe deuce I was
going to change. It to something with
which I was more familiar. She sot me
right as to two or three miles of the
way, whence I could find somebody
who would send me further on, and
then she began to ask me a question of
two as to myself. I told her I was mar
ried and where I lived and a few otltei
Inconsiderable trifles, and she asked me
my business."
" 'Weil I said, a little In doubt my
self, 'I'm a lawyer and a politician.'
" 'What air yer doln up here in these
parts 7 This with a strong tone of sus
picion, because it was a -moonshine
neighborhood, and strangers were not
usually there except on orders from the
Internal revenue department.
" Oh,' I hastened to assure her, 'I'm
up here running for Congress.
" 'Runnin' frum Congers, air yon?
she repeated, less suspiciously.
"'Yes,' I replied, without trying tc
correct her preposition.
"'I reckon,' she said with a puzzled
but sympathetic look at me. that It'e
sumpln' like runnin' frum the revenoos,
ain't Itr
"I admitted that It was a little like
that, and a l atartod away aha said 11
'her" and her old man could do any
thing for me they would be glad to."
Wasbington Star.
Bow to Kill a Town.
Just let your subscription go. Iff
only a small sum the publisher doesn't
need it If he asks you for It get ae
hopping mad as you can and tell bim
to stop the paper you never read it
anyhow. Go home and borrow your
neighbor's. When the reporter calls al
ways be busy. Make him feel as If he
were intruding. When the advertising
or Job man calls tell him you don't
need to advertise everybody knowe
you; that you will try to get along
without printed stationery it's too ex
pensive; that business Is slack and you
must economize. Never drop In to see
the editor unless you want a compli
mentary notice or a lengthy obituary
for a beloved relative. Never recom
mend tbe paper to anybody; when you
speak of it say, "Yes, we have a little
sheet but it doesn't amount to much."
Keep It up a year or two and you will
have a dead newspaper, a dead set of
merchants, and a dead town.
Petty Crimea Increasing In England.
The British Home Office report foi
1897 shows that while serious crimes
tend to diminish In England, there is a
great Increase of minor offenses. By
far the larger number of criminals con
victed during tbe year have been con
victed of some crime before a fact
that led the Home Office to conclude
"that neither penal servitude nor Im
prisonment serves to deter the habitual
offender from reverting to crime, and
it Is the habitual offender who forms
the bulk of the prison population."
Monster Needle Factory.
The largest needle manufactory In
the world Is at Reddltch, Worcester
shire,' England. Over 70.OOU.000 are
made there weekly.
Baalish Ladles Fifty Years Ago.
In the first half of the century girls o)
the richer classes were sent almost ex
cluslvely to boarding schools, or wen
taught by private governesses, whose
educational merits could uot be tested
by any examinations. The school book
were Mangnall's "Questions," Piu
nock's "Catechisms," Mrs. Marcet't
"Conversations," Keith's "Use of the
Globes," Mrs. Trimmer's "English III
tory," and other elegant abridgments
The one Intellectual faculty that was
trained In girls was verbal m mory, an
for them knowledge existed only In
epitome.
While boys read the classics, gtrli
learned lists of the names of gods and
goddesses; they were expected to be
familiar with all the great names ol
ancient and modern history, but- with
the names alone. A few were suffered
to read the classics through Valpy'i
translations and Hamilton's keys. Ev.-n
those domestic Interests which have al
times been credited with educational
powers were now neglected, and It wae
considered discreditable that a lady
should subject herself to what little
of mental discipline may be derived
from cooking or making caps. Social
England. - .
The eyes 'of all the women In town
are on the first clothes a man buy hit
wife to see If they are cheaper, or more
sxDesaivtx titan those her lather bonahi
16 If
MIS I)
Preached by Rev. Dr. Talmage.
Subject! "Looking Backward" It Is Well
to Review the Fast and Aronae the
Sonl to Remlnlaeeneea of Dancers Ka
eaped and Borrows Suffered.
Text: "While I was musing, the fire
Jurned." Psalms mix.. S.
Here Is David, tha psalmist, with the
forefinger of his rljrht hand against hi.'
:emple and the door shut against tba world
Hi (raped in contemplation. And it would
well tor us to take the same posture
often, while we sit down in sweet solitu.it
to contemplate.
In a small Island off the coast of Nova
3cotla I once passed a Sabbath In delight
ful solitude, for I had resolved that I would
have one day of entire qalet before I en
tered upon autumnal work. I thought to
have spent the day In laying out plans for
Christian work, but Instead of that It be
came a day of tender reminiscence. I re
viewed my pastorate; I shook hands witb
an old departed friend, whom I shall trreol ,
again when the curtains ot life are lifted.
The days of my boyhood came back, and 1
was ten yean of age, and I was eight, and
I was five. There was but one house on
the island, and yet from Sabbath daybreak,
when the bird shant woke me, nntii the
evening melted into the Bay of Fnndy, from
ahore to shore there were ten thousand
memories, and the groves were a-hum with
voioes that had long ago eeased.
Youth Is apt too much to spend all Its
time in looking forward. Old age Is apt
too much to spend all Its tlmo In looking
backward. People in midlife and on tbe
apex look both ways, it would be well for '
as, I think, however, to spend more time
in reminiscence. By the constitution of
our nature we spend most of the time look
ing forward. And tbe vast majority of peo
ple live not so much In the present asinthe
future. I And that you mean to make a
reputation, you mean to establish yourself,
and the advantages that you expect to
tcbleve absorb a great deal of your time.
But I see no harm ia this It it does not make
you discontented with the presnnt or dls
)uality you for existing duties. It is a use
ful thing sometimes to look back, and to see
the dangers we nave escaped, and to see tbe
torrows we hve suffered, and tbe trials
and wanderings of our earthly pilgrimage,
and to sum up our enjoyments. I mean, so
far as God may help me, to stir np youi
memory of the past, so that In the revlnw
you may be encouraged and humbled and
arged to pray.
Among the greatest advantages of youi
past life were an early borne and Its sur
roundings. The bad men of the day, foi
the most part, dip their heated passions
3ut of the boiling spring of an unhappy
home. We are not surprised to And ttiiit
Byron's heart was a concentration of sin
when we hear his mother was abandoned
and that she made sport ot his infirmity
and often called him "the lame brat." He
who has vicious parents has to tight every
Inch of his wav if he would maintain his
Integrity and at last reach the borne of the
good In heaven. Perhaps your early home
was in a elty. It may have been when
Pennsylvania avenue, Washington, was
residential as now It is commercial, and
Canal street. New Tork, was far up town.
That old house In the city may have been
demolished or changed into stores, and it
seemed like sacrilege to you tor there was
more meaning in that small house than
there Is In a granite mansion or a tnrreted
cathedral. Looking back, you see it as
though it were yesterday the sitting
room, where the loved one sat by the plain
lamp light, the mother at the evening
atand, the brothers and slaters perhaps
long ago gathered Into tbe skies, then
plotting mischief on the floor or under tbe
table; your father with Arm voice com
manding a silence that lasted half a minute.
Perhaps you were brought up in the
country. You stand now to-day In men
Dry under the old tree. You clubbed it for
fruit that was not quite ripe, because you
wouldn't wait any longer. You hear the
brook rumbling along over the pebbles.
You etep again into tbe furrow whore your
father in his shirt sleeves shouted to tbe
lazy oxen. You frighten the swallow from
the rafters ot the burn and take just one
sgg and silence your conscience by saytni;
they will not miss it. You take a drink
again out of the very bucket that the old
well fetobed up. You go for tbe cows at
night and And them pushing their beads
through the bars. Ofttirues In tbe dusty
and busy streets you wish you were
borne again on that cool grass, or in tbe
rag carpeted hall ottbe farmhouso.through
wbicli there came tbe breath of new mown
bay or the blossom of buckwheat.
You may have in your windows now
beau, if a I plants and flowers brought from
aoross the peas, but not one of them stirs
In your soul so much charm and memory
as tbe old Ivy and the yellow sunflower
that stood sentinel along tbe garden wulk
and the torget-ine-uots playing hide and
seek mid the long gross. The lather who
used to come in sunburned from the field
and sit down on the doorsill and wipe the
sweat from bis brow may have gone to his
sverlasting ret. The mother who used to
lit at tbe door a little bent over, cap and
ipectacles on ber face mellowing witb the
vicissitudes of many years, may have put
sown her gray bead on the pillow in the
valley, but forget that home you nevei
sill. Have you thanked Ood for it? Have
you rehearsed all these blessed remiois
sences? Ob, thank God for a Christian
father! Thank God for a Christian motli
srl Thank God forau early Christian altar
at which yc were taught to kneell Thank
God for an early t .liristlan homel
I bring to mind another pas-age In the
history of your life. Tbe day came when
you set np your own household. The days
passed along In quiet blessedness. You
twain eat at the ta le morning and nigbt
and talked over your plans for the future.
The most Insigutllcant affair i i your lifo
became tbe subject ol mutual consultation
and advertisement. You were so h'ppy
you felt you never could be any happier.
One day a dark cloud hovered over your
dwelling, and It got darker and darkor,
but out of that cloud tbe shining messen
ger of God descended to Incarnate an Im
mortal sp rit. Two Utile feet started on
an eternal journey, and you were to lead
tbem, a gem to flash in heaven's coronet,
and you to polish it; eternal ages of light
and darkness watching the starting out of
a newly created creature. You rejoiced
and you trembled at the responsibility that
In your possession an immortal treasure
was placed. You prayed and rejoiced and
wept and wondered; you were earnest In
supplication that you might lead it through
life Into the kingJora of God. There was a
tremor In your earnestness. There was a
double interest about that home. There
was an additional Interest why you should
stay there and be faithful, and when in a
few months your bouse was filled with the
musle of tbe child's laughter you were
struck through with the fnct that you bad
a stupendous mission.
Have you kept that vow? Have you
neglected any of these duties? Is yonr
home as much to you as It used to be?
Have those anticipations been gratified;
God help you in your solemn reminis
cence, and let His mercy full npon youi
soul It your kindness bus been ill requiredl
God have mercy on the parent on tbe
wrinkles of whose face is written the storv
of a child'sslnl God have mercy on tl a
mother who. In addition to her otl ei
pangs, bas the pang of a child's iniqnitv!
Oh, there are many, many ad sounds in
this sad world, but tbe saddest sound that
Is ever beard Is tbe breaking ot a mother':
heart!
I And another point In yeur life history
Yon found one day you we're in tbe wroup
road. You could not sleep at nigbt. Tben
was just one word that seemed to sol
through your banking house, or througt
your office, or your shop, or your bedroom
and that word was "eternity." You said
"I'm not ready for It. Oh, God, bavt
mercy!" Tbe Lord beard. Peace came tc
our heart. In the breath of the hill and
In the waterfalls dash you beard the voice
at God's love. The clouds and the tree?
balled you with gladness. You came Into
the house of God. You remember bow
I your band tremMed as you took up the cup
, of the communion. " You .remember the old
- fj
minister who consecrated It, and you re
member the church officials who carried it
through the aisle. You remember the old
people who at the close of the servico took
your band in theirs in congratulating sym
pathy, as much as to say, ''Welcome home,
you lost prodigal!" And, though those
hands be all withered away, that com
ma nion Sabbath is resurrected to-day.
But I must not spend any more of ray
time in going over the advantages of your
life. I just put them la ono great shenf,
ind I call them up In your memory with
ne loud harvest song, such as the reapers
ling. Praise the Lord, ye blood bought
Immortals on earth! Praise tbe Lord, ye
trowned spirits of heavenl
But some of you have not always had a
imooth life. Some of you are now la the
lhadow. Others had their troubles years
igo; you are a mere wreck of what you
nce were. I must gather up the sorrows
f your past life, but bow shall I do It?
if on say that it is impossible, as you bave
tad so many troubles and adversities.
Then I will just take two the first trouble
and tbe last trouble. As when you are
waiting along the street, and there has
een musle In the dlstnnco.you unconscious
y And yourselves keeping step to the mu
ilo, so when you started lite your very life
was a musical lime beat. The air was
:ull of joy and hilarity; witb the bright,
Jlear oar you made thu boat skip. You
went on, and life grew brighter, until, af
ter awbilo, suddenly a voice from heaven
laid, "Haiti" and quick ns the sunshine
rou baited, you grew pale, you confronted
rour first sorrow. You had no idea that
the flush on your child's cheek was an un
healthy flush. You said it cannot beany
thing serious. Death in slippered feet
walked around the cradle. You did not
aenr the tread, but niter awhile the truth
lashed on you. You walked the floor.
3b. If you could, with your strong, stout
land, have wrenched that child from tbe
lestroyerl You went to your room and
vou said, "God, save my child! God, save
ny child!" The world seemed going out
in darkness. You said, "I can't hear It, I
san't bear it." You felt as if you could not
put tbe long lashes over the bright eyes,
aever to see them again sparkle. It you
5oaIc have taken that littlo one in your
arms, and with it leaped the grave, how
gladly you would have done itl If you
sould let your property go, your bouses
ro, how gladly you would have let them
lepart Jif yon could only have kept that
ne treasure!
But one day there came up a chill blnst
that swept through tbe bedroom, an 1 In
itantly all tbe lights wont out. and there
was darkness thick, murky, impenetrable,
ihuddering darkness. But God did not
eave you there. Mercy spoke. As yon
took up the bitter cup to put it to your
ips God said, "Let it pass," and forthwith,
ts by the band of angels, another cup was
3Ut into your hands. It was the cup ot
Clod's consolation. And as you have some
times lifted the head of a wounded soldier
md poured wine into his Hps, to God puts
His left arm under your h-ad anil with
3 Is right hand II e pours into your lips the
wine of Uis comfort and His consolation,
ind you looked at the empty cradle and
ooked at your broken heart, and you
ooked at tbe Lord's chastisement, and
ton said, "Even so. Father, for so it
leemethgood in Thy sight."
Ah, it was your first trouble. How did
rou get over it? God confronted you. You
lave been a better man ever since. You
lave been a better woman ever since. Ia
the jar of the closing gate of the sepulcher
rou heard tbe clanging of the opening gate
)f Heaven, and you felt an irresistible
irawing heavenward. You have been
iplritually better ever since that night
when the little ono for the last time put
Its arms around your neck and said:
'Good night, papal Good nigbt, mammal
licet me in Heavenl"
Perhaps your last sorrow was a financial
embarrassment. I congratulate some of
rou on your lucrative profession or occu
pation, on ornate apparel, on a commodl
lus residence everything you put your
lands on seems to turn to gold. But there
are others of you who are like the ship on
which Paul sailed where two seas met, and
rou are broken by tbe violence of tbe
waves. By an unadvised indorsement, or
ly a conjunction of unforeseen events, or
ty lire or storm, or a senseless panic, you
bave been flung headlong and where you
ince dispensed pre it charities now you
lave bard work to win yonr daily bread.
Have you forgotten to thank God for your
lays of prosperity, and that through your
trials some of you have made investments
which will continue after the last hanfcot
this world has exploded, and the silverand
zold are molten in the tires of a burning
world? Hnve you, amid nil your losses
ind discouragements, forgot that there was
iread on your table this morning, nnd that
there shall be a shelter for your bead from
tbe storm, and there is air for your lungs,
and blood for your heart, and light for
four eye, and a glad aud glorious and
triumphant religion for yonr soul?
Perhaps your last trouble was a bereave
ment. That heart which in childhood was
four refuge, the parental heart, and wMob
has been asourcoof tbe quickest sympathy
jver since, bos suddenly become silent for
ever. And now sometimes, whenever in
indden annoyance and witbout deliberation
fou say, "I will go and tell mother," the
thought flashes on you, "I have no
uother." Or the father, with voice less
tender, but with heart as loving, watchful
)f all your ways, exultant over your success
witbout saying much, although the old peo
ple do talk it over by themselves, his trem
bling hand on that staff which yon now koep
is a family relic, his memory embalmed in
rrateful hearts is taken away forever. Or
there was your campanion in life, sharer ot
four joys and sorrows, taken, leaving tbe
leart an old ruin, where the ill winds blow
iver a wide wilderness of desolation, the
lands of desert driving across the place
which once bloomed like tbe gnrden ot
God. And Abraham mourns for Sarah at
tbe cave of Machpelan. As you were mov
ing along your path in life, suddenly, right
Pefore'you. was an open grave. People
looked down, and they saw it was only a
Tew feet deep and a few feet wide, but to
you it was a cavern down which went all
four hopes and all your expectations. But
;heer up in the name oi the Lord Jesus
Christ, the Comforter.
There Is one more point of absorbing
reminiscence, and that is the last hoar of
life, when we have t look over all our
post existence. What a moment that will
bel I place Napoleon's dying reminis
cence on Ht. Helena besides Mrs. Judson's
dying reminiscence In tbe harbor of St.
Helena, the same island, 20 years after.
Napoleon's dying reminiscence was one of
delirium "Tete d'armee" "Head of the
army." Mrs. Judson's dying reminiscence,
as she came home from her missionary toil
and ber life of self sacrifice for God, dying
in the cabin ot the ship in the harbor ot
Hr. Helena, was, "I always did love the
Lord Jesus Christ." And then the his
torian says she fell Into a sound sleep
for an hour and woke amid the songs,
of angels. I place tbe dying reminis
cence of Augustus Cresnr againt the
dying reminiscence ot the apostle Paul.
The dying reminiscence ot Augustus
Ceesar was, addressing his attendants,
"Have I played my part well on the stage
of life?" and they answered In the affirma
tive, and he said, "Why, tben, don't you
applaud me?" The dying reminiscence of
Paul the apostle was, "I have fought a
good fight, I have finished my cour-te, I
have kept the faith; henceforth there is
laid up for me a crown of righteousness,
which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will
give me in that day, and not to me only,
but to all them that love His appearing."
Augustus Ctrsar died amid pomp and great
surroundings, Paul uttered his dying rem
iniscence looking up through the wall of s
dungeon. God grant that our dying pillow
mav be tbe closing ot a useful lite and the
opening of a glorious eternity.
The members of the Roman Club
of London are all women, and it is one
of the most popular clubs In the Brit
ish metropolis. One of its printed no
tices reads thust "Gentlemen are not
allowed in the amoklng room."
Gold has been found by some Min
nesota soldiers in the streams of the
San Juan and Monte Blanc mountains
near Manila.- Our volunteers are anx-.
ious for peace, so that they can turn
miners.
It is estimated that thirty or forty
thousand Russians visit the Holy Land
each year.
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