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VOL. LIU-
MIFFLINTOWK, JUNIATA COUNTY, PENN., WEDNESDAY, MAY 31, 1899.
NO. 25.
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CHAPTER II. (Continued.)
flush' hushT' cries Delia imploringly,
she rises to her feet with the child in
ier amis. .
"Huld your tongue, you ' vixen
jommenced Janus Moray, but his brother
tops him. , .
W QU''t- J- uml let us go PBtair8
loure not in a fit state to speak to any
' jo that Vs not. nor ever is," replies
Mrs. Tinisnn. witheringly; "take 'iin np
irith you. do, sir, and a precious bargain
ron'Te pot. And if you don't mean to
rtay here all nitfht yourself you'll be good
.noueh to turn out again sharp, for I've
iraited np too long for you already, and
ion't mean to trust my 'ouse to a drunken
Kt like that 'ere."
James Moray here makes a futile dash
it the landlady's cap, but nearly nonets
Big balance in the attempt, and his broth
er with some difficulty guides his totter
ing feet np to the comfortless sitting room,
where lelia has already preceded them
irith the boy. !
When at last they reach It they find her
kneeling before the fire, taking off Willy's!
ret garments and chafing his feet and
lands, which are as cold as ice. The
iook of anxiety and reproach upon her
face is quite sufficient to raise her hus
band's cholcr.
"Leave that brat alone," he says, au
thoritatively, "and let him put himself to
bed as best he may. I require your ser
rioes." But lelia can be angry, too. The meek
ipirit with whirh she bears his Insult to
herself does not extend to his behavior to
her child.
"I cannot leave Lira yet." she answers,
determinedly. "He is wet through to the
ikin. and heaven only knows what harm
rou may not have clone him by taking him
jut at night in such weather. If I do not
K-e that he is thoroughly warmed and
jried he wiil have an attack of inflamma
tion before the morning."
"Io you mean to disobey meT cries
James Moray, as he advances toward her
threateningly.
lie is a slight, effeminate specimen of
his race, with pale blue eyes and reddish
hair; but even an effeminate man is an
ilarming antagonist for a woman when
he approaches her intoxicated and with
uplifted arm.
A sudden resolution seized Delia to Ap
peal to the protection of her brother-in-law.
She has never been intimate with
William Moray, for though he constantly
visits her apartments it is generally dur
ing the evening, when she is away from
home.
Delia dislikes him heartily, with his
burly, well-fed manner and pompous
peech, but surely, she thinks, he can nev
?r stand smilingly by and listen to her
husband's abuse of her.
"Mr. Moray, I beg you to interfere with
your brother on my behalf. This child is
exceedingly delicate, and most subject to
violent attacks of cold that endanger his
life. lie ought never to have been taken
out to-night; no father who had the least
consideration for his health would have
done so; but since the error has been com
mitted I will not be deprived of applying
the remedy. Pray reason with James
ind show him that I am right."
"Well really " stammers her broth-
rr-in-law, "I scarcely feel justified in in
opposing your that is, my brother's
claim to what he thinks best with his own
child."'
"Of course not," interposes her hus
band, loudly. "One would imagine, to
hear you sieak, that the boy didn't be
long to me. Drop those clothes, I say!
Drop them! Leave the brat to himself!"
"I shall not leave him!" replies Delia,
also raising her voice, as she resumes her
occupation.
The men are equally amazed.
"What!" exclaims Mr. William Moray.
"Were you speaking to me7" demands
the other.
"I spoke to both of you!" she answers,
rising and folding her arms closely round
the child, as though to protect him. "It
Is I that work for this child. All the
money that comes to this house comes
through my labor, and I do it for Willy's
sake no one else's. Therefore I refuse
to give up the right to attend to his wants
the common right that every mother
has."
"I'll be whipped if you shall attend to
him now." says James Moray, as he
seiieg the child by the arm and twists
him out of her embrace.
The action is violent and makes the
boy seretim. and the sound of his voice
in pain runddons his mother.
"Mr. Moray!" she exclaims vehemently,
"if you stand by and let your brother
treat us in this way I will never forgive
you. You don't know the tyranny he ex
ercises over me and my poor child. Only
yesterday he beat Willy cruelly look at
his ba k and judge for yourself and
threw rue from the top of the stairs to the
Is t torn -"
"It-ally, my dear lady, these little do
mestic differences can have no interest for
third party. They are so much better
kept to one's self."
"Little domestic differences!" she echoes
scornfully. "Would your wife call it a
'little domestic difference' if her arm was
bruised as mine is?"
"1 should much prefer Mrs. Moiay's
name being kept out of the conversation
altogether!"
" l. yes! I suppose her name Is too
good in your estimation to be mixed up
with such a disgraceful affair as a tipsy
man beating his wife. But my name is
Mrs. Moray, too and I have not only to
hear of it. but to liear it."
"I think, James," says William Moray,
turning to his brother, "it would be as
well if I wished you good-night."
"All right," replies James, in a half
Miipcried manner.
11c is still leaning up against the wall,
with the partially undressed and weeping
boy In his grasp.
And William Moray, the well-fed, re
aiiectable city man, who can visit and en
murage Ms dissipated brother In his vices,
but never ask him to his own home or
"retch out a helping hand to aid him to
better life, prepares to return to his mlr
Pir, thriving home at Brixton.
But Delia will not let him pass. Shs
places herself before the door and glares
" him like a tigress.
"You shall nn m nnHl ron have heard
e speak," she says. "Ton come here
ind encourage this. xon.i& Ate djjnkj'tf
and his idleness; you know that he livex
upou my earnings and ill-treats me in
return; you know that you are ashamed
to ask him to your own house or intro
duce him to your friends and yet when I
-n woman appeal to you for protection
and help against him, you smile and turn
the subject, and say you'll take your
ieavo. WelL then. I defy yon both
there! Keep your drunken brother, since
you are so fond of his company; support
him yourself, for I am sick of It, My
money is my own not his and I refuse
any lower, to keenhjm tat Jdleneaa and
t ne. while I toil and slave. Uo home and
tell that to your wife, or I may take it
Into my head some day to tell her myself.
Between you both you have made me des
perate V
She looks so as she stands there, with
the fire of indignation gleaming from her
eyes.
"Moat extraordinary never heard of
inch a thing!" mutters William Moray,
as he slips past her down the stairs.
Then she is left alone with her hus
band, and fear succeeds to desperation.
Her vehemence haa almost sobered him.
lie looks as though he were about to
tpeak.
She puts her boy into his little bed with
many a fervent kiss, and returns to the
fitting room, inwardly trembling, though
autwardly calm, to collect his scattered
clothes. Poor little Willy has but one
suit. If she does not hang it before the
lire to dry he will have nothing to wear
upon the morrow.
Delia glances round suddenly and meets
her husband's eyes. The semi-intoxicated
look has faded from them; her daring has
dispelled it. She knows now that she has
I iangerous, and sufficiently strengthened
by liquor to feel his power. Her first im
pulse is to secure the weapon nearest at
band, and that is a chair. She puts it in
front of her and grasps it tightly, as
James Moray, with his effeminate, puny
face and evil eye, advances toward her.
CHAPTER ni.
"Well," he commences insolently, "and
so you have chosen to insult my best
friend, have you? and in my presence,
too."
"Tour best friend, is he? For my part,
I should be ashamed to be able to call no
better man friend' than one who pander
ed to my vices, and yet did not consider
me good enough to associate with "his
family." :.
She is crying bitterly now, with her
face hidden in her hands, but her tears
have no more effect upon James Moray
than they have upon the table.
"I won't have this sniveling," he says,
coarsely; "stop it! do you hear? It's all
put on. An actress can pretend anything
ahe chooses. Whether I struck yon or
not, you had no right to tell William of
it. What concern is it of his? And
you've spoilt, maybe, the best day's busi
ness I ever did in my life, by blabbing ot
one in that way."
All this time it has never occurred to
Delia to ask why her husband and his
brother took the unusual trouble to drag
nut ber delicate child, in such inclement
weather, to accompany them on their
round of pleasure. And she catches at
the last words of her husband's address
agerly. They seem to contain a glimmer
at hope for her.
"How? by what mean? haa your broth
er offered to help you get work?"
"Work! work I I'm sick of the word
rou never seem to have an Idea beyond it.
I'd have you know that my family were
not brought up to labor, whatever yours
were."
"The more shame for them, if they
leave their wives and children to starve.
And I may slave on forever to keep you
In drunken idleness, while your brother
itands and looks on and sneers at my par
.tage and my profession. But he shall
aot have the opportunity to do so much
longer."
"What do you mean by that insinua
tion?" '
"I refuse to say. Ton will find out in
time for yourself."
"By Jove! she shall tell meP exclaims
lames Moray, striding across the apart
nent to her side and grasping her by
-he wrist. "Now, what is it?'
But Delia clinches her teeth and is si-
ent. .
"Then take the consequence of your
tu nniiftpd hand comes down heavily
anon the side of her head, but she does
aoi resent it further than by closing her
yes as it descends. But when she re
vives It sne arawn -
wringing up from her seat, confronts her
husband. .... . ,
"What do you taini ui iubi uc
Jeeringly. ,kM.M .i,..
I think, as a u "
-a . -il IhiIIt I Think
,ou area --y- -
-what l was . r-.;-
when it was suggesieu i u.r .. ....
best thing you can do is to drink yoursell
fLth and that the sooner it happens
he better for all connected with you.
At this moment there comes a cough a
.ingle hollow cough-f rom the next room
Delia hears it and makes a spring foi
rn? door. But it is locked, and the ke,
a in Moray's pocket.
"Unlock the door, JamesI
I must gc
to Willy" , , MrrH.f
Hi reply is given iu . " ri
ness, although a look of hi. eyes be
wys that he knows his power
"I Drefer your remaining herei
Bhe cornea up behind him as dose as sn.
ean as he unlocks the bedroom door.
"Janies-dear James, do let me come.
"lite answer Is to throw her
rronThim in the center of the room. Her
hands prevent her being able to save
SeeK to t. -latest degree and she
keTiuraed again on the opposite s.de of
iamesmesames-for the love
hnome back and take me to m,
""but all the answer she receive, is con
rS ly Se sound of the summing and
kX or the 'jgfr&
that further appeals to hl pity wou.
"Shears Will ask for her
again, and the same order to him tn tt
silent reiterated by his father, accom
panied by a threat ef punishment If he is
not obedient.
The mother's suspense becomes agonis
ing; her brain seem almost to turn with
the dreadful fear that oppresses her. Sh
beats her body against the wall that di
vides them, and screams to her husband
to administer the remedies for the chlld'i
relief. The effect of her vehemence if
that Mr. Moray, In a loud voice, threat
ens to thrash the boy If he disturbs him
again. The feeble complaint la neverthe
less repeated, and what sound is that 7
The inhuman monster is beating hia sick
maybe hia dying child.
Delia's senses seem to forsake her. Sh
beats, with her pinioned arms, against thi
wall, the door, the window, in her mad,
indignant horror, until, desperate at hei
impotence, and worn out with conflicting
emotions, she sinks unconscious on tht
floor.
CHAPTER IV.
The next morning dawns npon a bright
cold day. Mrs. Hephzibah Horton risei
with the lark. This morning, however,
she intends to devote to the interests ol
her friend.
Among the most ardent admirers of hei
freedom of thonght and action is her legal
adviser, Mr. Bond. This little man and
Mrs. Horton are always quarreling, and
yet neither of them is happy without the
other. Mrs. Hephzibah, armed to the
teeth with an umbrella, boots and water
proof, steps into the office in Holborn and
asks for Mr. Bond. The clerk in attend
ance, having given her a dusty seat, Hiet
to inform his principal that this welt
known client seeks an interview.
"Well, my dear Mrs. Horton, this is an
unexpected pleasure," commences the so
licitor as she is ushered Into his pre
ence.
"Don't talk nonsense! Why shouldn't
yon expect me one day as well as an
other r
And here Mrs. Horton details as much
as is necessary of Delia Moray's circum
stances and history, to which Mr. Bond
listens attentively, lying back in his of
fice chair, with his eyes closed, and hia
hands slowly rubbing one over the other.
"Yon wish me to understand," sayi
Mr. Bond, when she has concluded, "that
your friend is desirous to separate from
ber husband and to maintain herself V"
"That's it. She wants to get rid of a
brute who ill-treats herself and her child
and squanders all her earnings."
"There is a family, then?"
"There is one child."
"Well, it seems to me that the best
plan would be for your friend to establish
herself in a home of her own, and if het
husband persecutes her, then to take out
a protection order against him. But if
he can and will support herself and the
child, there is no law by which she can
leave his protection."
"AH she wants is permission to support
herself and her child away from that
man."
"Of course your friend is aware that
if her husband chooses to claim the child
she will have no power to oppose him?"
. "What! Can't she keep her own child T
"Not if it is above seven years old, and
the father will not consent to her doina
OW I I ' ' ran THrfl-
snouid Mrs. Moray take out a protection
order against him, she won't be able to
claim the boy as part of her right?"
"Certainly not. The child belongs tc
her husband."
Mrs. Hephzibah Horton doea not speak
for a few moments. If she were a man
she would swear horribly as she is t
woman, she bites her lip and is silent
But the same choleric indignntion thai
produces oaths is rising in her breast the
while, and as soon as she thinks she hat
obtained sufficient command over herself
to speak It bursts forth.
"So this is your law is It?" she ex
claims, rising from her seat. "I wondei
an honest man like yourself is not asham
ed to sit sniggling in your chair ani
weighing it out as a grocer does his sand,
pretending to think it sugar all the while.
You must know what a horrid cheat and
fraud it is. What! You tell me there ii
no chance of redress for this unfortunate
woman, unless she consents to part with
her child the only creature for whom
she longs to burst these unnatural bonds,
and live in peace! But if she had been
frail Instead of honest she would at thit
moment have been free to quit her task
master and take ber boy out of hie
clutches, nere! let me go do! I must
tell poor Delia the upshot of this as soon
as possible, for I'm afraid I raised hei
hopes last night for nothing. I'll come
and see you again, some day, when I've
got over this, and feel in a better tem
!er; or, perhaps I'll run out to Ilainp-
?tead next Sunday anil nave tea wren you
and the boys. But let me go now, for the
air of your room stifles me. Injustice and
robbery! Bobbery end injustice! That'l
what the whole system amounts to."
Saying which, in no inaudible tone, Mrs.
Hephzibah stalks through the outer office
into the street, leaving the clerks in s
-tate of bewilderment as to what particu
r wrong she alludes to.
CHAPTER V.
Mr. WHliam Moray, knocking at tht
door of his brother's lodgings, at about
eight o'clock the same evening, is receiv
ed by Mrs. Timson with a face of such
portentous gravity that he is fain to ob
serve It.
"Anything the matter?" he inquires,
curiously.
"Matter enough," is the answer. ' "I've
kept a lodging 'ouse now, on and off, for
the last two-acd-thirty year, but never
in all my borned days did I 'ave such a
disgraceful scene on my premises as took
place 'ere Inst night."
Then she tells him the whole story,
winding up with the statement that De
lia's left her husband. Almost before
she finishes Mr. Moray has reached the
third landing. He turns the handle of his
brother's door and walks in. James is
seated at the table, only partially sober,
with his head bowed down upon his out
stretched arms.
"Hulloa!" exclaims William Moray,
"why, what's the matter now, Jem? Tht
old woman down stairs has been giving
me a garbled account of your wife having
run away from you but it isn't true,
surely?"
"Cursed if I know," rejoins the other.
"She ain't here that's very certain."
"How did It happen? Tell me all about
R."
"I don't know how it happened. She
aggravated me to that extent last night
that she drove me to take a drop more
than was good for me, I suppose, and I
didn't wake till this afternoon, and then
she had been gone for hours so the old
cat tells me.
"She can't intend to remain away
"Can't say, I'm sure! I think she
threatened me with something of the kind
last night. Didn t you hear her?"
"Yea; bnt I never imagined she was in
earnest. Women say so many things they
don't mean when they are in a passion.
She's gone off, probably, to try and fright
en you. She's sure to come back again,
If it's only to see the chUd "
"But she has taken the child with her
nd ever one of his clothes and all her
own. besides every shining we had In the
house. It's cruel of her." says James, re
lapsing Into the tearful state which so
often succeeds drunkenness, "to leave mt
Jl alone here without a blessed coin in
my pocket, and no one to see after me. 1
didn't think she could be so cruel!"
William Moray whistles suggestively.
"Listen to me, Jem," he then says; "I
want to speak seriously to you. Tell me
the truth. Is that woman your wife or
not?"
"Of course she's my wife!"
"I see- no 'of course' in the matter.
After that terrible scrape you got into at
Glasgow you disappeared altogether from
society, and never communicated with
your family for four or five years. Then
you suddenly turn up In London, and I
find you living with a lady who you say
la married to you, but who is not in the
position from which men of onr standing
usually choose their wives."
"Well! how could I help It?" grumbles
James. "I couldn't get any employment
after that cursed business in Glasgow,
and Delia can make money, and how are
we to live else? You wouldn't have me
starve, would you? or break stones? If
the governor hadn't been so beastly un
forgiving, and cut me out of his will, I
suppose we should have been living like
other people. But anyway we were mar
ried fast enough at Chilton, in Berwick
shire, and we've got the certificate of it
at least, Delia has, for I suppose the jade
has taken it with her."
"Do you think that she can have get an
Inkling of where we took the boy butt
night, and carried him off in conse
quence?" "How can I tell? These women have
ears all round, in my experience."
"Because that isather an important
matter to decide, xou see, the case is.
James, you can't afford to part with thit
woman just yet."
"How do you mean?"
"Well, to speak plainly you won't sup
port yourself, and I can't support yon.
Therefore you must use every possible
means to make her come back to you."
"But suppose she won't come back?"
whines James. "How can I make her?
Bhe earns enough money to support her
self, and she knows how ill I am. that I
am unable to do any work or to stand
any fatigue; and if she stays away and
you won't make me an allowance, I shall
starve or go to the workhouse, for there's
nothing else left for me!"
"Hush! don't talk such nonsense," in
terrupts his brother, authoritatively. "We
must force Mrs. Moray to return to you
and we must do it by means of the child.'
"But she's got the child."
"She has no claim to him. I think yon
told me he was seven years old on bis
last birthday. You can legally take him
from her again."
"But then I shall have to support him
and how am I to support myself?"
"I do wish you would hear me to the
end, and not keep on interrupting so. The
first thing we mnst do is to find out youi
wife's present address. That Is easily ac
complished by having her followed borne
from the theater. Then you must claim
and take away the child. The mother is
certain to follow it."
"But suppose she doesn't follow it?"
"Then I am prepared to carry out what
I proposed- to you last night,' though" I
cannot say that my wife fell in very read
ily with my views. She considers the boy
so plain. And I am sure she would never
consent to receive him if she knew hit
mother waa an actress, or even alive. I
have represented him to her, therefore, as
a motherless child of yours by an early
and imprudent marriage, whom I am de
sirous, in the event of your death, of
adopting as my son; and if she allows me
to carry out my own views concerning
him, it is as much as she will do. She's
a good woman, but her opinions are de
cided; and as she has no children of hei
own, she is aot to be a little jealous of my
approaching the subject. But it Is ver
premature to talk of these things. Your
wife appears fond of the child, and I be
lieve you have only to claim him to se
cure her return to you."
"Well, what am I to do till she comet
back? She's taken an the money she had
with her, and she'll draw her salary to
morrow evening, but not a cursed half
penny of it shall I see. It's cruel of her
to leave a fellow in such a plight!"
"Here! hold up, man! Don't snivel! 1
am going to settle the rent for you this
week, and there's a sovereign to go on
with," throwing it down on the table.
"But for heaven's sake, Jem, don't go and
get drunk again to-night; for the woman
of the house declared she'd turn yon out
Into the street if you did, and 'she looks
every inch as if she'd keep her word!"
The poor wretch makes some sort of
promise to do as he is advised, and sub
sides again into his old despondent atti
tude. As William crosses the threshold
and looks back at him, he thinks he has
seldom seen a more pitiable object.
CHAPTER VI.
On the fourth day after Mrs. Moray left
her husband, she rushes suddenly intc
Mrs. Horton's room, and without preface
or apology for the intrusion, gasps out:
"They have stolen my boy from me!
They have come by night and stolen away
my boy out of his very bed! Tell me bow
I can get him back again, or be revenged
npon them, for mercy's sake, or I shall
go mad!"
The woman looks as if she were going
mad, as she paces up and down the apart
ment, choking with anger and emotion;
her hair hanging down her back, her hat
half off her bead, and the rest of her
clothes thrown on anyhow.
"Delia Moray, how can I or anybody
else understand what you have to say.
while you keep trotting up and down the
room in that fashion ? Come and sit down
like a good child, and tell me all about it,
and then perhaps I may be able to advise
you on the subject."
I can t sit down. I have not sat down
since I went home last night and found
he waa gone. The cruel, heartiest
wretches! After all I have suffered,
couldn't they have left me my poor sickly
child? Oh, Mrs. Horton! I wish I could
die! I wish I could fall down on the car
pet this moment and remember nothing,
and nobody ever again!"
"That's a sensible sort of wish to have
when you know your boy wants a mother
more than most boys. You're talking in
riddles to me, my dear, and it seems likely
I shall have to unravel them as I best
may. However, I know so far that you
maae an enort to free yourself from thai
man, for as you didn't come here to learn
what news I had for you from my solici
tor, I walked round to your place on Fri
day and heard the whole story from youi
landlady."
The mention of the solicitor arrests De
lia's attention.
"Oh, what did he say?" she inquires,
eagerly. "Is there any hope for me? ShaD
I be allowed to live in peace with my
boy?"
"He's over seven years old. and that old !
fool Bond tells me that after that age
you have no legal claim to him."
"No legal claim to my own child that I new German specific against seasick
I brought Into the world! No claim! 1 ness-
-his mother. No right to supply him , lT5?. S2?f??ed T1Juatlon ,of Boston
with the neceasarie. f lift. wMM. M. tl.038.690,578, and the value of the
father won't work to de. Oh, Mrs. Hor -
ton! It cannot cannot be truer
- "It Is tSSfk Moray, sad. a more
Infamous law was never enacted. But!
Mr. nana was plea n. l
ject. He says no law in the calendar ia
more stringent or binding in its effects.
A married woman has no right to the cus
tody of her child after it ia seven vmm
old." .
'A married woman V Why a marrtml
woman?" cried Delia, quickly.
. .Because, IT you were not marrll tn
that inhuman brute you might take your
child away from him to-morrow, and nn
one would dare to say you nay; because.
If you were not married, you would have
tne sole rlgnt to keep, and love, and nrn-
tect him, and you might Imprison the
father for not contributing to his support.
Thst's the law of England, Delia Moray,
and you may take Jt and make what you
like of It, for I am sure that no one with
any sense would desire to dispute the pos
session with you. When that old fool
Bond made it plain to me, I could have
torn every hair out of his head with the
greatest pleasure."
Meanwhile Delia Moray, havinc sank
Into a chair, is repeating In a stupefied
manner to herself:
'Not mine! My Willy not mine."
'Mrs. Timson told me that from what
she could gather of the conversation that
took place between that drunken husband
of yours and his brother, the day you left
home, she thinks when they took Willy
out with them the evening before, it was
to William Moray's bouse and I expect
that is where you win find him now."
"At Brixton r
"Yes, at Brixton if that is where the
man Uvea. What is the address?"
'I don't know. I have never been there.
The William Morays don't think me good
enough to visit them."
'It is easily found! Just hand me
down that postoffice directory. Here it
is: "William Moray, Esq. the Firs, Go
dalming Park, West borough road, Brix
ton, S. BV "
"But do you really think I can so
there r asks Delia, looking half alarmed
at the idea,
'Go there! Of course! What is to m-e-
vent you? You're not afraid of the wool
merchant's wife? Go there boldly and
demand your child, and if you don't get
him, you wiU at all events get the chance
of telling your own story."
But you say my husband has the law
on bis side."
"tiuite; true; but you have a greater
power on your side unless, which I strong
ly disbelieve. Mr. William Moray intends
to charge himself with hia brother's fu
ture support. He has the law. my dear
but you, have the money!"
1 CHAPTER VII.
As Delia, fortified by her friend's lust
words, speeds upon her way to Brixton,
she feels a different creature. After many
inquiries and several wrong turnings, she
crrives at hist before the large stuccc
building: standing back from the road,
with a carriage sweep in front of it. on
the gates of which are inscribed, in bold
characters, "The Firs."
It is Sunday, and there are not man
shabbily dressed people about. Delia
fancies she sees the lace curtain at tht
wiudow of one of the lower rooms move,
as though somebody were watching bet
approach from within , iiut soe.marchei
bravely up the steps, and gives a bold,
determined double knock. A footman an
swers it, and she asks for Mrs. Moray.
The man examines her inquisitively and
ushers her into the drawing room, which
is on the same floor.
An interval of five .or ten minntes oc
curs while Mrs. William Moray is arrang
ing her laces and ribbons and wiping the
effects of luncheon from her ample bust
where the crumbs will settle, and the
mother In the drawing room is wondering
Low much longer she is to be kept in sus
pense. But then the dining room door
opens and closes, and iu auother minute
the drawing room door haa followed its
example, and the ladr of the house, array
ed in a plain colored satin and velvet
dress, enters.
Delia glances nt her sister-in-law and
h' her henrt sink and her hopes of sym
pathy vcnlsli. There is uothing in Mrs.
Moray's face but hardness and vulgarity.
She is a woman of about five-und-thirty.
stout mid ungraceful, with small eyes,
onrse features and limbs and a complete
absence of good breeding.
The elder Mrs. Moray is completely tak
en aback as Delia tells who she is.
"I don't know in the least what you're
talking about," she says, looking Delia
steadfastly to the face. "There hain't
auch a person as Mrs. James Moray
leastways, not connected with hour fam
ily." "Have they dared to tell you that story,
then!" exclaims Delia, excitedly; "dared
to say I am not married to him? Oh.
Mrs. Moray, It Is a falsehood a wicked,
cruel falsehood! I have my marriage cer
tificate at home, and can prove to you that
I am James' wife. Where Is your hus
band? He knows me well enough. Let
him come and say to my face that I am
not his brother's wife."
"Oh, thnt is heasily settled, young wom
an," says the other, edging toward the
door, and trying not to look uncomforta
ble; "for Mr. James Moray's wife has
lieen dead for hever so long, as I can tes
tify. However, if you wish to see my
husband, I think it will be the best for
hall parties, for I am quite hunequa) my
self to contending with so hextraordinnry
a hinterruption. And hon the Sabbath
too."
'I am sorry I should have had to disturb
you on Sunday; but how could I be ex
pected to wait? I am in the greatest dis
tress of mind about my boy. I came home
from the theater last night to find him
gone from my lodgings taken awny
stolen Hnd not a word even to let me
know where he is."
"Yon came home from where?" de
mands Mrs. William Moray, horrified.
"From the theater where I play the
Corinthian. I am an actress. I support
myself and Willy, and have supported my
husband for years past by my own labor.
It is hard that the only requital he can
make me ia to steal my child, and that his
brother helps him In the robbery!"
"Will gum; Willgum!" calls Mrs. Moray
from the open door.
She has drawn her purple satin skirts
closer around her as the awful truth of
Delia's profession is made patent to her
sensitive understanding, and now she
summons her husband at once to her aid.
Her ears must have deceived her. It can
not be true. The mother of the child now
Bitting at her luncheon table, and the wife
of her husband'a brother, an actress! and
actually standing within a few yards of
her. If Mrs. Moray were good at faint
ing, which she is not, she would certainly
drop down now. But ahe grows red as
a peony in the face Instead, and bawls.
"Willgum!" at the top of her voice, and
in another moment illiam Moray an
swers the summons.
(To be continued.!
I Bright red spectacles accompanied
i by internal doses of calomel, form a
' exempt ,rom tlon is 1172.
'-
CHINESE JEWS.
a. Gpleadld Taberaaael la the Flowery
Kiacdoaa,
The Biblical prophecy that th Jews
hould be scattered ahroad over the
face qf the earth Is eartalnly a true
sne, (or there Is no country la the world
which does not contain Its pert ion of
these thrifty people, Een la China
they have long been known. Early in
the seventeenth century, and shortly
after the Italian missionaries hod come
to Peking, one of them, Matthew Ricd,
received a morning calL Ills visitor
wore the gorgeous Chinese dress, in
cluding the queue, but the figure and
face were net Mongolian, and the smil
ing countenance was not In keeping
with the dignified solemnity of a Chi
oaman. The gentleman's name was
Ngal, and he had heard of the arrival
f some foreigners who worshiped one
Lord of heaven and earth, and yet who
were not Mohammedans; be belonged
to the same religion, be explained, and
bad called to make their acquaintance.
Now, Master Ngal made it clear that
be was an Israelite, a native of Kae-Fung-Foo,
the capital of Honnu. He
ind come to Peking to pass an examina
tion for a mandarin degree, and bad
been led by cariosity and brotherly
feeling to calnt the mission house.
In his native city, he said, there were
ten or twelve families of Israelites, and
a synagogue, which they had recently
restored at ' the expense of 10.000
crowns, and Ihey had a roll of the law
400 or 600 years old. The missionary's
letetrs described this synagogue. It
occupied a space between 300 and 400
feet in length by about 150 feet in
breadth, and was divided into four
courts. It bad borrowed some decora
tive splendor from China. The In
scription In Hebrew, "Hear. O Israel;
the Lord our God Is one Lord, blessed
be the name of the glory of His king
dom for ever and ever," and the Ten
Commandments were emblazoned In
gold. Silken curtains Inclosed the
"Bethel" which enshrined the sacred
books, and which only the rabbi might
enter during the time of prayer. Ev
ery detail of this place, with Its in
cense. Its furniture and all Its types of
good things yet to come, is Interesting.
There, In the Inst ccutury, the children
of Israel at Kae-Fung-Foo worshiped
the God of their fathers with the rites
that pointed to the Messiah, of whose
advent, as far as It can be ascertained,
they never heard until the arrival of
the Italian missionaries.
Learned men have entered into dia
etisslou as to whether these people
were Jews or Israelites, whether they
come to China from the Assyrian cap
tivity or the Roman disperclon. They
themselves say that their forefathers
came from the West, and it Is prob
able that the settlers arrived by way ol
Eborasaan arrl Samarcand. They
must have been numerous In the ninth
century.' for'two" Mohammedan trav
tiers of that period describe a rebel,
named Bae-Choo. taking Canton by
storm In A. D. 877 and slaughtering
120,000 Jews, Mohammedans, Chris
tians and Parsees. More than one Jew
of Kae-Fung-Foo Is known to have
gained the right to wear the little,
round button on the top of his cap so
dear to the ambition of a Cbiuui.ian.
The Taiplng rebellion dispersed the
settlement, and the remnant who re
main faithful to the memory of old
traditions are chiefly poor and dis
tressed. Eccentricities Not S sens of Insat-I.y.
An Eastern physician has broach; d a
theory In regard to some noticeable
ecentricltiea. Many of the foremost
men of the world at present and In the
post have had queer little habits which
make them a laughing-stock, some
times behind their backs only, to their
Friends and acquaintances. The great
Samuel Johnson, for Instance, never
r-ould pass a lamp-post without touch
ing It, and always kept a collection of
lemon and orange peels under his pil
low. Emlle Zola has many little hu
mors, the gratification of which form
the basis of his daily happiness. These,
lays the psychologist, are not signs of
Insanity, but of overwork. The tired
brain feels impelled to do certain
things. The human mind is a most
implicated machine, and although a
alee exposition of the causes of these
really Insignificant matters Is Impossi
ble to a general public, it can be con
fidently stated that the healthy mind,
when fatigued by a day's bard workj Is
none the less sound for the queer things
it may Impel the hand to do.
Chioem-oans wltb Short Name.
The Chicago directory contains hun
dreds of thousands of names. The fact
that there are but ten names of two let
ters in the book shows how rare such
names are among the nations. It would
seem that nearly every man born with
i name of two letters promptly tacks
n another. The directory contains
hundreds of three-lettered names.
Those who boast but two letters and
apparently have enough arc Maurice
ax. Emily Eg. Axel Ek. David Ex. Ed
ward Ey. William Gy, Sawg Po. George
J. Py, Nicholas Re and Einil Ru. Op
posed to them Is William Kwlerzykow-
kL Chicago Chronicle.
Groom Absent from Wedding
A Polynesian bridegroom is consplc
jous by his absence during the wed
ding festivities.- As soon as negotia
tions are opened with the family of the
bride the young man is "sent into the
bush," and there be Is obliged to stay
until the wedding ceremonies are com
pleted. Ijeo's ISspeotal Honor.
The Pope Is the only ruler of the
Vatican who has' ever strolled down
Pall MalL It was early In his career,
when he was simply Monslgnor Peici.
He was mentioned in the London pa
pers as having attended a reception
jf the Queen.
Tlostfrlas: by Machine.
Flogging has become so indispensable
In Russia that some Inventor has per
fected a machine which saves the hu
man arm. Under the flagellation of the
machine taxes and arrears are to be
come speedily!, collected. -
Half Cent.
Of the 800.000 half-cent pieces put ii
circulation years ago not one has beeu
returned to the government for enla
ar or la bald by the treasury-
Preach cd by Rev. Dr. Talmage.
Copyright, Louis Klopsch 1899
Subject: "Yom Can't Cheat God"-Hii WIU
Welch Oar Acta With Perfect Balances
Opportunities Measured Against Sine
Personal Responsibility For Errors.
Copyright. Louis Klopsch. ism
Wasbinoton, D. C. In these days ot
Coral awakening this pointed sermon by
Dr. Talmafre on personal responsibility be
fore God will be read with a deep and sol
emn interest; text, Daniel v., 27, "Thou
art weighed In the balance and found
trantlng."
Babylon was tbe paradise of architecture,
and driven out from tbenee the grandest
buildings ot modern times are only the
evidence of her fall. Tbe site having been
selected for the city, 2,000,000 men were
employed In the rearing ot her walls and
tbe building ot her works. It was a city
Jixty miles in circumference. Tbere was a
trench all around tbe city, from which tbe
material tor tbe bnilding of the city bad
been digged. There were twenty-five
gates on each side ot tbe city; between
every two gates a tower of defense spring
ing Into tbe skies; from each gate on
the one side, a street running straight
tbrongh to the corresponding gate on the
other side, so that tbere were fifty streets
fifteen miles long. Through the city ran a
branch of the river Euphrates. This river
sometimes overflowed its banks, and, to
keep it from ruining the city, a lake was
constructed into which tbe surplus water
of the river would run daring the time ot
freshets, and the water was kept in this
artificial lake until time of drought, and
then this water would stream down over
the city. At either end of tbe bridge span
ning this Euphrates there was a palace
the one palace a mile and a bait around,
the other palace seven and a halt miles
around.
Tbe wife of Nebuchadnezzar had been
born and brought up in the country, and
In a mountainous region, and she could
not bear this flat district of Babylon, and
so, to please bis wife, Nebuchadnezzar
built In tbe midst of tbe city a mountain
400 feet high. This mountain was built out
Into terraces supported on arches. On the
top of these arches a layer ot flat stones,
on the top of that a layer of roods and bi
tumen, on the top of that two layers of
bricks closely cemented, on the top
ot that a heavy sheet of lead, and on
the top ot that the soil placed the soil
so deep that a Lebanon cedar had room
to anchor its roots. Tbere were pumps
worked by mighty machinery, fetching
up the water from the Euphrates to
this hanging garden, as It was called,
so that there were icuntains spouting into
the sky. Htandtng below and looking up.
It must have seemed as if the clouds were
In blossom, or as though tbe sky loaned on
the shoulder of a cedar. All this Nebuchad
nezzar did to please bis wife. Well, she
, ought to bave been pleased. I suppose she
wns pinasea. ii mat would not please her,
nothing would. There, whs in the city
also tbe temple of Belus, with tower one
tower the eighth of a mile high, in which
there was an observatory where astrono
mers talked to the stars There was In
that temple an image, just one imaue,
which would cost what would be our 50,
000.000. Oil, what a cltyt The earth never saw
anything like It. never will see anything
like it, and yet I bave to tell you that it is
going to be destroyed. The king and his
princes are at a feast. They are all intoxi
cated. Ponr out the rich wine Into tbe
ehalicesl Drink to the health ot tbe king'
Drink to the glory of Babylonl Drink to s
great futurel Athousand lords reel intoxi
cated. Tbe king seated upon a chair, wltb
vacant look, as Intoxicated men will with
vacant look stared at the wall. Bnt soon
that vacant look takes on intensity, and
It Is an affrighted look, and all the
princes begin to look and wonder what is
the matter, and they look at the same point
on the wall, and then there drops a darkness
Into tbe room that puts out the blaze ol
the golden plate, and out of tbe sleeve ol
tbe darkness there comes a finger a finger
of tbe fiery terror circling around and cir
cling around as tbough it would write, and
then it comes up and with sharp tip of
flame it inscribes on tbe plastering on tbe
wall the doom of the king: "Weighed in
tbe balances and fonnd wanting." The
bang of heavy fists against the gates of tbe
palace Is followed by tbe breaking in cl
tbe doors. A thousand gleaming knlvef
strike Into 1000 quivering hearts. Nou t
death is king, and be is seated on a throne
of corpses. In that hall tbere is a balance
lifted. Ood swung it. On one side of th
balance are pnt Belshazznr's opportunities
on the other side of the balance are put
Belshazzar's sins. Tbe sins come down
Bis opportunities go up. Weighed in tht
balances found wanting.
Tbere has been a great deal of cheating
In onr country with false weights ant
measures and balances, and the Govern
ment, to change tbat state of things, an
pointed Commissioners, whose business II
was to stamp weights and measures anc
balances, and a great deal of tbe wrouo
bas been corrected. But still, alter all,
tbere is no such thing as a perfect balance
on earth. Tbe chain may break or some
of tbe metal may be clipped or in some way
tbe equipoise may be disturbed. You can
not always depend npon earthly balances.
A pound is not always a pound, and you
may pay for one thing and get another,
bnt. in the balance which Is suspended tc
the throne ot Ood, a pound is a pound and
right is right and wrong is wrong and a
soul Is a soul and eternity is eternity.
Ood has a perfect bushel and a per
fect peck and a perfect gallon. Wben
merchants weigh their goods in the
wrong way, then the Lord weighs the
goods again. If from tbe Imperfect
measure tbe merchant pours out what pre
tends to be a gallon of oil, and there is less
than a gallon, Ood knows It, and He calls
npon His recording angel to mark it, "Sc
much wanting In that measure of oil." Tht
farmer comes In from tbe country. He
has apples to sell. He bas an imperfect
measure. Ho pours out tbe apples from
this Imported measure. God recognizes
it. He says to tbe recording angel, "Mark
down so many apples too few an imper
fect measure." We may cheat ourselves,
and we may cheat the world, but we can
not cheat God, "and In the great day o:
judgment It will be found out tbat what
we learned in boyhood at school Is correct:
tbat twenty hundredweight makes a ton,
and 120 solid feet make a cord of wood. Nc
more, no less, and a religion which does
not take bold ot this life, as wall as tbe life
to come, is no religion at all.
But, my friends, tbat is not the style ol
balances! am to speak ot to-day; that is not
the kind of weights and measures. I am
to speak of that kind ot balances which
weigh .principles, weigh churches, weigh
men, weigh nations and weigh worlds.
"Whatl" you say. "Is it possible that out
world Is to be weighed?" Yes. Why, you
would think If Ood put on one side of the
balances suspended from the throoe tbe
Alps and tbe Pyrenees and the Himalayas
and Mount Washington and all the cities
of tbe earth they would crush it. No, no!
The time will come wben Ood will sit down
on the white throne to see the world
weighed, and on one side will be tbe
world's opportunities and on the other side
the world's sins. Down will go tbe sine
and away will go the opportunities and
Ood wiil say to the messengers with tbe
torch: "Burn tbat world! Weighed and
found wanting!"
So Ood will weigh churches. He takes a
great church. Tbat church, great accord
ing to the worldly estimate, must be
weighed. He puts it on one side tbe bal
ances and the minister and the choir and
the building tbat cost Its hundreds of thou
sands of dollars. He puts them on one
side the balances. On tbe other side of the
scale He puts what that church ought tc
De, wbat its consecration ougbt to be, what
Its sympathy for the poor ougbt to be,
What its devotion to all good ought to bet
That Is on one side. That side comes
down, and tbe church, not being able tc
tand the test, rises In the balances. It
does not make any difference about yont
magnlfleent machinery. A church is built
for one tting to save souls. I! It saves a
I few souls when It might save a multitude
of souls, Ood will spew It out of His mouth.
I weigneaanu lounu wantingi
8o ws perceive that Ood estimates na
tions. How many times He has put tne
Spanish monarchy into the scales and
found it Insufficient and eondemned Itl
The French empire was placed on one side
ot tbe scales, and Ood weighed tbe French
empire, and Napoleon said: "Have I not
enlarged the boulevards? Did I not kin
dle the glories of tbe Champs Elyees? Have
t not adorned the Tnilerlos? Have I not built
tbe gilded opera bouse? Then God weighed
tbe nation, and He put on one side tbe
Kales the emperor and the boulevards and
the Tnlleries and tbe Champs Elysees and
the gilded opera house, and on the other
?lde He puts that man's abominations,
tbat man's libertinism, that man's selfish
ness, that man's godless ambition. This
last came down, and all the brilliancv of
the scene vanished. What is that voice
coming up from Sedan? Weighed and
found wanting!
But I must become more Individual and
more personal in my address. Some people
say tbey do not tblnk clergymen ougbt to
be personal in their religious address, bnt
ongbt to deal with subjects in tbe abstract.
I do not think that way. Wbat would you
think of a hunter who should go to the
Adlrondacks to shoot deer In tbe abstract?
Ah, no! He loads the gun; he puts the
butt of It against bis breast, be runs hie
eye along the barrel, he takes sure aim,
and then crash go the antlers on the rocks!
And so, if we want to be hunters for the
Lord, we must take sure aim and fire. Not
in the abstract are we to treat things In
religious discussions. If a physician comes
Into a sickroom, does he treat disease in
tbe abstract? No. He feols the pulse,
takes the diagnosis, then he writes the
prescription. And if we want to heal souls
tor this life and the life to come, we do not
want to treat them la the abstract. Tbe
fact Is, you and I have a malady which, it
uncured by grace, will kill us forever.
Now, I want no abstraction. Where is tbe
balm? Where Is the physician?
People say there Is a day of judgment
Soming. My friends, every day is a day ot
Judgment, and you and I to-day are being
canvassed, 'inspected, weighed. Here are the
balancesof the sanctuary. They are lifted
and we must all be weighed. Who wie."
come and be weighed first. Hrt Is a "
moralist who volunteers. Ha is one o; t ie
most upright men In the country. He
comes. "Well, my brother, get in get
into tne oaliinces now and be weigheo."
But as be gets into the balances I ntv.
"Wbat Is that bundle you hnve along with
you" "un," ne says, "that is my reputa
tion for goodness and kindness and charity
and generosity and kindliness gT'rally!"
"Oh, my brother, we cannot wei-li thnt!
We lire going to weigb you yon. Now
stand in the scales you, the mora ist.
Paid your debts?" "Yes," you say, "paid
all my debts." "Have you acted in an
upright way in the community?" "Yes,
yes." "Have you been kind to the poor?
Are you faithful in a thousand relations in
life?" "Yes." "So far, so good. Hut now,
before you get out of this scale I want to
ask you two or three questions. Have your
thoughts always been right?" "No," you
say; "do. Put down oue mark. "Have
you loved the Lorrl with all your heart and
soul and mind and strength?" "No," you
say. Make another mark. "Come uow, be
frank and confess tbat in 10,000 tilings you
have come short, have yon not?" "Yes."
Make 10,000 marks. Come now, get me a
book large enough to make the record of
the moralist's deficits. My brother, Man 1
in the scales, do not fly away I rom them. I
put on your side the scales all the good
deeds you ever did, all the kind words you
ever uttered. But on the other side the
scales I put this weight which God says I
must put there on theother sMethe scales
and opposite to yours I put this weight,
"By the deeds of the law shall no flesh liv
ing be justified." Weighed aud found want
ingi Still, tbe balances of the sanctuary are
suspended and we are ready to weigh anv
who come. Who shall b tbe next. Well,
here is a formalist. He comes and he gets
Into the balances, and as he gets in I see
that all his religion Is in genuflection and
In eutward observances. As he gets into
the scale3 I say, "What is tbat you have iu
this pocket?" "Oh!" he says, "that is a
Westminster assembly catechism." I say:
"Very good. What have you in the other
Socket?" 'Ohl,' he says, "that is the
eidelberg catechism." "Very good.
What is that you have nn ier your arm.
standing in this balance of the sanctuary?"
"Ohl" he says, "that is a church record."
"Very good. What are those books on your
side the balances?" "Oh!" he says, "those
are 'Calvin's Institutes.' " "My brother,
we are not weighing books, we are weigh
ing you. It cannot be thnt you are de
pending for your salvation upon your
orthodoxy. Do you not know that the
creeds and the forms of religion are merely
the scaffolding for tbe building? You cer
tainly are not going to mistake the scaf-
loiuing tor tne temple, uo you not Know
that men have gone to perdition with a
catechism in their pocket?" "But," says
the man, "I cross myself often." "Alii
that will not save you." "But," snys tbe
man, "I am sympathetic for the poor."
r'Tbat will not save yon." Says the man,
"I sat at tbe communion table." "That
will not save you." "But,! says the
man, "I have bad my name on the
obnrch record." "That will not save you."
"But I have been a professor of religion
forty years." "That will not save you.
Stand there on your side the balances, and
I will give you tbe advantage I will let
you hare all the creeds, all tbe church rec
ords, all the Christian conventions that
were ever held, all tbe communion tables
tbat were ever built, on your side the bal
ances. On the other side the balances I
must put wbat God says I must put there.
I put this 1,000,000 pound weight on the
other side tbe balances, 'Having the form
of godliness, but denying tbe power there
of.' " Weighed and found wanting!
Still the balances are suspended. Are
tbere any others who would like to be
weighed or who will be weighed? Yes;
here comes a worldling. He gets Into tbe
scales. I can very easily see what his
whole life is made up of. Stocks, dividends,
percentages, "buyer ten days," "buyer
thirty days." "Get in my friend, get liito
these balances and be weighed weighed
for this life and weighed for the life to
some." He gets in. I find that the two
zreat questions in bis life are, "How
cheaply can I buy these goods?" aud "How
dearly can I sell them?" I And he ad-
tuires heaven because it is a l:in I : gold,
and money must be "eusy." 1 !lnl, from
talking with bim, that religion aud the
Sabbath are an interruption, a vuignr in
terruption, and be hopes on the way to
church to drum up a new customeil
All the week he has been weighing
fruits, weighing meats, weig ing ice,
weighing coals, weighing confections,
weighing worldly and perishable commodi
ties, not realizing the fact that He himself
bas been weigned. "On your stile the
balances, O worldly! I will give vo l full
advantage. I put on your side all the
banking houses, all the storehouse-, all
the cargoes, all the iosurauee compa-iius,
all the factories, all the silver, all the gold,
all the money vaults, all the safe deposits
all on your side. But it does not i.l 1
one ounce, for at the very rsotneut we are
congratulating you on your line house aud
upon your princely inco.ne God nil I the
angels are writing In regard Ix your soul:
'Weighed and found wanting!' "
A LaBnch For Gospel Service.
A launch beiring the name ot Christian
Endeavor, built of steel, was recently ile.li
cated by the Golden Gate Christian En
deavor Union at t-au Francisco. The
launch has a seating capacity for ftity per
sons, and a speed of twelve miles au hour.
It Is to be used iu visiting vessels in the
bay, carrying persons to hold religious ser
vices. The blonde type will have disap
peared from Europe in two centuries,
according to an English physician.who
declares that of 100 blondes onlv 55
marry, whfle of 100 brunettes 75 mar
ry. In Germany and Scandinavia also
the blonde type is much less predomin
ant than it used to be.
Production of Bessemer steel in
gots in the United States during 189S
was more than four times as great as
the years production in Great Britain.
An artificial sandstone is now made
In Belgium' which has many advan
tages over the natural stone, being
better able to resist climatic influences
and susceptible of manufacture at
small expense.
It takes a crocodile 80 seconds to
turn completely round.
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