Juniata sentinel and Republican. (Mifflintown, Juniata County, Pa.) 1873-1955, December 20, 1899, Image 1
7 B. F. SCHWEIER, THE COnSTITUTIOn THE UniOfl- AF1D Tttu ENF0RCEUE11T OF THE LAWS. Editor and Proprietor. VOL. L.IV. MIFFLINTOWN, JUNIATA COUNTY, PEN;, WEDNESDAY, DECEMBER 20, 1899. NO. 2. ' - ;i) s i" . . f 1 ' ' ' - - ..I r ' .i 'i CHAPTER I. Below, a great broad stretch of ocean, calm as death, slumbering placidly be neath the sun's hot rays; above, sky el palest azure, flecked here and there bj dainty masses of soft, fleecy clouds; and far inland, a background of high hills, ci"Th d with a tender foliage, a Tery baby lt-aiiloin. just bursting into the fuller life. Toward the west the trees give way a little, letting a road be seen, that like a straight pale ribbon runs between the greenery for the space of quite a mile or. so. and then reaches the small fishing vil lage where the simple folk of Glowring I'estley toil from one year's end to the other, some in careless Joy, some in cease less labor, some, alas! in cruel weeping, tieeaiiM' of those "who will never come back to the town." Alimir the white road, that gleams thirstily in the burning sunshine of this hot miilclay in June, a carriage is crawl Ing with quite an aggravating slowness uu antiquated vehicle of a type now al most unknown, but which once beyond doubt "cost money." The carriage, being nn open one. enables the people as it passes through the village to see without undue trouble that the occupants of it are two pirls; both very young, both singular ly alike, though in distinctly different styles. "It is charming!" says the younger girl, with a little quick motion of the hand toward the sweeping bay, and the awak ening trees, and the other glories of the landscape. "All charming, far better than I ever dared hope for; and yet my mind misgives me. Vera." She turns a brilliant glance on her sis ter, full of terrible insinuations, and then laughs a little. Thus-animated, she is a very pretty girl, half child, half woman, as fresh as the morning, and with eyes like stars. She lifts one slender black glored hand, and placing it beneath her sister's chin, turns her face gently to her. .Such a beautiful face! Very like the riante one beside it, yet unlike, too. There Is a touch of sadness round the lovely lips, a mournful curve; indeed, a thought-j f ulness too great for her years is stamped on every feature. A tender, loving, yet strong soul shines through the earnest eyes, and when she smiles it is reluctant ly, as if smiles all her life had been for bidden to her. "Oh! that reminds me," said Miss Dy-' sart. "I quite forgot to tell yon of it. but the day before we left, Nice, Nell .Stewart said that tbi r?V -yo apeak' -f. it he .does eust at all, at all went does not oo it here." "Which means?" That either he won't, or can't, life with his father. Can't, Nell rather led , me to believe. "Can't itjs, yon may be sure," says the j younger girl, restlessly. "Fancy a father ' whose son can t live with him! And yet, I after all, virtuous astonishment on that score is rather out of place with na. I can imagine just such a father." "Well, never mind that," says Miss Dy sart, hastily. "Yes. Very good; let ns then go from sire to uncle," says her sister with a lit tle shrug. "Do you think we shall gain much by the change? This old relative ol ours is, perhaps, as delightful as we could wish him, and yet I wish father had not left us to his tender mercies." "Do not dwell on that," says Vera, with nervous haste; "do not seek fot faults in the inevitable. He is all that ii left us. You know the sndden decision -arose out of a letter received by father! from Uncle Gregory about a year ago. j hen father was was dying " Sht pauses abruptly, and a tremor shakes hei i last words. - 1 The vonneer iriH turn. mitfL-1. f lb at her. There is infinite love and com-1 passion in her glance, but perhaps a littlf contempt, and certainly a little impa tience. "I you know," she says, "it may seem heartless positively coarse, if you will but I do not think our father was a man to excite respect, much less love or regret. or "Oh! it is better not to speak like that," interrupts Miss Dysart, in a low, shocked tone. "Don't do It, darling. I know what you mean, but " "And I know that I shall never forgivt or foriret the life he led you," says Grisel da. with a certain angry excitement. "Well, that is over!" says Misa Dysart, with a qtuck sigh, heavily indrawn "What was this vendetta, this terrible lifelong quarrel that was kept up be tween him and father with such monoton ous persistency?" "That Iiad to do with our grandfather! will, i'apa was the eldest son, yet thi property was left to Uncle Gregory; anc that for no reason at all. Naturally, paps was very angry about it, and accused Gregory of using undue influence." ".lust so. and of course there is a good deal behind that yon don t know. Then always is; nobody ever tells quite every thing. And besides Oh! Oh, Vera.' Oh! what has happened?" Griselda clutches in an agonized fashion st the leather side of the crazy old chariot, which has toppled over to thf f I chariot, which has toppl f left side and stands in a I pateil position. The anc V, S'luiiiliiy asleep, had let I decidedly dissi dent driver, pre- the horses wan- nt thpv e- result wai of the wheeh irly capsized you, says Miss Dysart, eanins forward and addressing with earn est glance and heightened color the young man who had risen descended, perhaps, sounds pleasauter and more orthodox like a good angel from somewhere th wood on their right, no doubt. A fishing rod. lying on the road where he had flung it when preparing for his ignoble battle with those poor old horses, proclaims the Tact that lie has been whipping the stream that gleams here and there brilliantly through the interstices of the tree. "Oh. no," says he, lifting his hat, "you mustn't thank me. It was really nothing. I'oor brutes, I think they were asleqpt liey It is hot, isn't It?" TUis last he ays hastily, as if ashamed of his ani madversion on the age of the sorry cattle i'i question their horses, no doubt: and 'here is something wonderfully charming n the faint apologetic color that springs n'" cheeks. As he finishes speaking le .ooks at Griselda so hard that she feels t incumbent on her to return his glance nd to say something. "We thought our last hour had come," V B Iter ill tlleir o,u m ii ii . w- . - . : 1 1 Ing oid and sleepy, too, the I that they had dragged two I tip on a steep bank and nei I the carriage. I "Oh. thank ibe says, laughing softly, and looking at aim a little shyly, but so prettily. "But tor you, one cannot say where we should be now." She bows to him, and so does her sis r quite as graciously, and then the horses once more commence their snail like progress, grinding through the dusty road at the rate of three miles an hour. The little episode is over; the young man settles his soft hat more firmly on hit head, picks up his rod, regards it aux lously to see that no harm has come to It, and disappears once more into thf iheltcr of the cool wood. Half an hour later they are at the en hance gate of tJreycou rt, and practically it their journey's end. Both girls, with on involuntary movement, crane their necks out of the carriage to get a first flimpse at their future home, and then turn a dismayed glance on each other. Anything more dreary, more unfriendly, yet withal grand in 'ts desolation, could hardly be seen. "How dark it is," aays Griselda, I tervotis thrill running . through her, aa ihey move onward health the shad of the mighty trees tharc!usp their arms between her and thy. glorious sky thus blotting ic out. f A sudden turn brigs them within view of the house. A beautiful old house ap parently, of red brick, toned by age to a duller shade, with many gabies, and over grown in parts by trailing i?y, the leaves sf which now glisten brightly in the even ing sunshine. The coachman, scrambling to the ground, bids them in a surly tone to alight. He la tired and cross, no doubt, by the nnusual work of the day. And presently they find themselves on the threshold of the open hall door, hardly mowing what to do next. The shambling Sgure of a man about seventy, appeared presently from some dusky doorway, he waves to them to enter the room, and, shutting the door again behind them with a sharp haste, leaves them alone wits their new relative, Gregory Dysart CHAPTER II. Vera, going quickly forward, movea to ward an, armchair at the npper end of the room in which a figure is seated. She sees an old man, shrunken, enfeebled. with a face that is positively ghastly, be cause of its excessive pallor; a living rornie. save for two eyes that burn and cieam and glitter with' an almost devilish "So you've come," he says, without making any attempt to rise from bis chair. "Shut that door, will yon? What vila riranirht! And don't aranri itapinv ! like that, it makes me nervous. His Tolee ls co'd. clear, freezing. It eenuj to the tired girla standing before Q,m 11 Dream oi icy air naa suddenly fallen into the hot and stifling room. "Vera, I presume," says Mr. Dysart. holding out his lithe white hand to permit her to press it. "And you are Griselda? I need not ask what lunatic chose your aames, as I was well acqnainted with your mother many years ago. "I feel that I must think you at once, Lncle Gregory, for your kindness to us," says Miss Dysart, gravely, still standing. Ay, ay. loo acknowledge mat, aays he, quickly. "I have been your best friend, after all, eh?" "You have given ua a home," continues Miss Dysart, in tones that tremble a lit tle. "But for you- "Yes, yes go on." He thrusts ont hit old miserly face as if athlrst for further words. "But for me you would both aave ben cast upon tn worl""s highway, to live or die as chance dictated. To me. to me you are indebted for everything. You owe me mucn- E dy Jou live Toa BnaI1 owe me moTf- 1 n,T befriend- ea you; t nave ut-vu me weans oi saving you from starvation." If so corpse-like a face could show slgnt of excitement it shows it now, as he seeks to prove by word and gesture that he is their benefactor to an unlimited extent. The hateful emotion he betrays raises in Griselda's breast feelings of repugnance and disgust. "I have consented to adopt you," ht oes on presently, his cold voice now cut ting like a knife. "But do not expect much from me. It Is well to come to a proper understanding at the start, and so save future argument. Honesty has made me poor, loo have been, I hear, accustomed to lead a useless, luxurious existence. Yonr father all his life kept up a most extravagant menage, and. dying, left you paupers."- He almost hisses out the last cruel word. Griselda starts to her feet. "The honesty of which yon boast is not everything," she says, in a burning tone. "Let me remind you that courtesy, too, has its claims upon you." "Hah! The word pauper is nnpleasing, it seems," says he, unmoved. "Before we Iiiit this point, however, one last word. You are beneath my roof; I shall expect you to conform to my rules. I see no one. I permit no one to enter my doors save my son. I will not have people spying out the nakedness of the land, and specu lating over what they are pleased to call my eccentricities. They will have me rich, but I am poor, poor, I tell you. Al ways remember that." Griselda's features having settled them selves into a rather alarming expression, II Ns Dysart hurriedly breaks into the conversation. "If you will permit us," she says, faint ly, "we should like to go to our rooms, to rest a little. It has been a long journey." Her uncle turns and touches the bell ear him, and immediately, so immedi n'elv as to suggest the idea that she has been applying her ear to the keyhole, t woman enters. "You are singularly prompt," he says, with a lowering glance and a sneer. "This is Mrs. Grunch." turning to Vera, "mr housekeeper. She will see to your wants. Grunch. take these young ladies away. Mt nerves." with a shudder, "are all un strung to the last pitch." Thus unceremoniously dismissed, Aliss Dysart follows the housekeeper from the room. Griselda Having preceaea uer. Through the huge dark ball and np the wide, moldy staircase they follow their guide, noting as they do so the decay that marka everything around. Sbe flings wide a door for the girls to enter, and then abruptly depart without ifferinir them word or glance. Ihey are thankful to be thus left alone, and in voluntarily stand still and gaze at each other. Vera la very Dale, and her breath is coming rather fitfully from between her parted lips. "He looks dying." she says, at last, speaking with a heavy sigh, and going nearer to G rise Ida. as If unconsciously seeking a closer companionship. "Did yon ever sec such a face? Don't yon think he is dying?" "Who can teUr says Griselda. "1 might think it, perhaps, bnt for his eyes. They" she shudders "they look aa if they couldn't die. What terrible eye they are! and what a vile old man alto gether! Good heavens! how did he dare so to insult us! I told you. Vera" with rising excitement "I warned yon that our coming here would be only for evil." A moment later a knock comes to the door. "Will yon be pleased to come down stairs or to have your tea here?" de mands the harsh voice of the housekeep er from the threshold. "Here" is on Vera'a bps, bnt Griselda. the bold, circumvents her. "Down stairs," she says, coldly, "whet we get some hot water, and when yon send a maid to kelp na to nnpack our trunks." "There are no maids In thia house," replies Mrs. G run eh. sullenly. "You must either attend to each other or let me help you." "No maids!" says Griselda. "None." briefly. "And my room? Oh is this mine. 01 Miss Dysart s?" "Both yours and Miss Dysart's; sorry If it ain't big enough," with a derisive glance round the huge, bare chamber. "Yon mean, we are to have but on room between us 7" "Just that, miss. Neither more not less. And good enough, too, for those "Leave the room," says Griselda, witl a sudden, sharp intonation, so nnexpect ed, so withering; that the woman, aftel j surprised stare, turns and withdraws. CHAPTER IIL A few days later the girls are sitting in the garden. It la a beautiful day. Even through the eternal shadows that encompass the garden, and past the thick yew hedge, the hot beams of the sun art stealing. "A day for gods and goddesses," cries Griselda, springing suddenly to her feet, and flinging far from her on the green sward the musty volume she had purloin ed from the mustier library about an hour ago. "Perhaps I'll never come back. The spirit of adventure is full upon me. and who knows what demons inhabit that un known wood? So, fare thee well, aweet, my love! and when you see me, expect me." She presses a sentimental kiss up on her sister's brow, averring that a "brow" is the only applicable part of her for such a solemn occasion, and runr lightly down toward the hedge. She runs through one of the openings in the hedge, crosses the graveled path, and, mounting the parapet, look over to examine the other side of the wall on which she stands, after which she com mences her descent. One little foot sh slips into a convenient hole in it, and then the other into bole lower down, and so va Wno-feu tiuvu the atx fleet -of -wmli are conquered and she reaches terra firms, and finds nothing between her and thf desired cool of the lovely woods. With a merry heart she plunges Intc the dark, sweetly scented home of the giant trees, with a green, soft pathway under her foot, and, though she knows It not. her world before her. It is an entrancing hour. She has stop ped short in the middle of a broad, green space encompassed by high hills, though with an opening toward the west, wher this uncomfortable conviction grows cleat to ber that she is lost. She is not of the nervous order, however, and keeping a good heart looks hopefully around her. Far away over there, in the distance, stands a figure lightly lined against thf massive trunk of a sycamore, that most unmistakably declares itself to be a man. His back la turned to her, and he is bend jt over something, and, so far as she can judge thus remote from him, his clothing is considerably the worse for wear. A gamekeeper, perhaps, or a well, some thing or other of that sort. At all events the sight is welcome as the early dew. To be contlnued.1 Chinese Compliments. There ls one point In which Chinese etiquette, so often absurd. Is much more sensible than ours. That Is In Its failure to regard the Imputation of ma ture age as a discredit to either man or woman, or, on the other hand, the im putation of youthfulness as a compli ment to persons of either sex. An ex ample of Chinese politeness, connected with the visit of the Prince and Prin cess Henry of Prussia to Shanghai, is amusing, as It reflects on our own false notion of the complimentary In such matters. The German prince and princess were visiting a notable mandarin, one of whose first questions to the prince this being an invariable matter of Chi nese politeness was: "How old are you?" "A little more than thirty-six," an swered the prince, smiling. "Indeed!" said the mandarin. "Your highness appears fifty." The mandarin then turned to the In terpreter Herr Volght, a German and Inquired the princess' age. She an swered. "Thirty-two." The interpreter Interpreted, and the mandarin made a remark in Chinese evidently Intended to be complimentary. The Interpreter blushed uneasily, and hesitated to translate the remark. The prince saw the difficulty, and laughingly com manded: "Out with It Volghtr "He says," the Interpreter then trans lated to the princess, "that your high ness looks like sixty!" He had meant It well, and of course the princess had sense enough not to take it in. The sweetest type of heaven is home. Don't shirk duty for pleasure. Do your duty and pleasure will follow. Happy is he who can make of every obstacle in his path a stepping stone to the attainment of blessing. wotning aies so Hard or rallies so often as intolerance. As long as vice doesn't become a cus tom, the world is safe.. The highest compliment a man can pay to the woman he loves is, "The thought of you is home." Personal beauty is Uke a letter of Introduction. If it is not confirmed on acquaintance, it is worse than vain. Happy Is he who can make of eveiHupposed to be equally affected. Qusuivuf lit ni uin u. stepping scone to the attainment of blessing. Time flies to those who don't watch and slow tn those who do. Fame thatj don't pay a good fair per cent, is a por'article to deal In. IN AGE OP RAILWAYS SUPERIORITY OP THE AMERICAN . 8Y8TEMS. . . " 3fi What Kaa pacta lko Arm Jvlu abla Aid to tk Ufa aad JCxtaoaioa of Co firclal . Activity Used aa Models by Other CuuUa. In making aa address before the In ternational Commercial Congress re cently, George H. Daniels, General Passenger Agent of the New York Cen tral and Hudson River Railway and president of the American Association of General Passenger Agents, said: One of oar great writers has said of this closing period of the nineteenth century, that It Is an age of transporta tion. Transportation underlies material prosperity in every department of com merce. Without transportation com merce would be Impossible. Those States and. nations are rich, powerful and enlightened whose transportation facilities are best and moat extended. The dying nations are those with little or no transportation facilities.' Mr. Mulball, the British statistician, In his work on "The Wealth of Na tions." said of the United States In I SOS: "If we take a survey of mankind. In ancient or modern times, as regards the physical, mechanical and intellec tual force of nations, we find nothing to compare with the United States." , Mr. Mulhall proved by his statistics that the working power of a single per son In the United States was twice that Of a German or Frenchman, more than three times that of an Austrian and five times that of an Italian. He said the United States was then the richest country In the world. Its wealth ex ceeding that of Great Britain by 88 per cent, and added that In the history of the human race no nation ever be fore possessed forty-one millions of Instructed citizens. In an address before the New Tork Press Association, four years ago, I referred to the future, of our export trade, as follows: "One of the Inevita ble results of the war between Japan and China will be the opening to the commerce of the world of fields here tofore unknown, perhaps the richest on the globe," and urged the members of the New York Press Association to do everything in their power to assist In securing to the United States a portion of the great commerce to be developed between the western nations and those two old countries of the world.' ' At that time we' had no Idea that a war between one ef the old nations of the earth and our young republic" would be fought; af that time we had no Idea that AmerlcaU'mapfactnrera would be furnishing Mcry Uvea to the English railroads as YVJ s to those of nearly eTery. -Other. ,J on J&e dobs." one thought four years ago that Ameri can bridge builders would go Into the open market and successfully compete for the building of a great steel bridge In Egypt; nor that In so brief a time American engineers would be building railroads Into the interior of China from ber most important sea-ports. At that time no one 'supposed thai the Trans-Siberian Railway would be laid with steel rails made In Pennsyl vania, upon cross-ties from the forests of Oregon, and that Its trains would be hauled by American locomotives: nor that this great railway which ls to stretch from St. Petersburg to Vladi vostok and Port Arthur, a distance of more than 6,000 miles, would be com pleted two years In advance of the orig inal expectation, as a result of the use of American construction tools and machinery. In a letter from a friend In Toklo. Japan, written only a short time ago, there was this significant sentence: "Yon wttl be Interested In knowing that I have banging on the wall of my of fice a framed picture of your 'Empire State Express,' and we expect In the near future to be hauling a Japanese 'Empire Express' with an American lo comotive." They have now In Japan more than one hundred locomotives that were built In the United States. In Russia they have nearly one thou sand American locomotives, and prac tically every railway In Great Britain has ordered locomotives from this coun try since the beginning of the war with Spain. But it is not alone our locomotives that have attracted the attention of for eigners who have visited our shores, our railway equipment generally has commanded admiration and Is now re ceiving the highest compliment, name ly. Imitation by many of our sister na tions. Prince Michael HUkoff, Imperial Minister of Railways of Russia, has, since his visit to the United States a few years ago, constructed a train on much the same lines as the "Limited Trains" of the New York Central and Pennsylvania. SMOKELESS POWDER COSTLY. Half a Million Dollars' Worth Proved to Be Worthless. . The vastly Increased expense of a military establishment under the more scientific methods now employed Is sharply Illustrated In the discovery tLat about half a million dollars' worth of smokless powder for seacoast guaa turns out to be worthless, through an unexpected deterioration In Its quality. Military experts have suppos ed that the smokless powder manufac tured for the United States army was jthe best ever made, says the New York Post and a contract was not long ago signed which Involved the expenditure jof about 11,000,000 for a supply of It But It Is stated that recent experiments at Sandy Hook showed that the smoke less powder now on hand Is worse than valueless. A ten-Inch gun was being fired with- charges from a supply that had been stored for about two years and a delayed detonation occurred, which burst the gun, a new one, valued at $30,000. An examination of the powder revealed the fact that It had undergone chemical changes of some sort and all of the supply on hand Is supposed to be equally affected. Ex oertatHIl now trr tn discover the rmnae of the deteUoratlon, so as to make the needed change a the formula. Mean while the contracts for mannfactnra must be susnn4eV gnd If a war should break out It might be necessary to use the old variety of black powder. Ap parently large charges to the profit ana loss account must be allowed for In estimating the cost of keeping np with the times In warfare. Hawaii Is said to have more tele phones In use In proportion to the popu lation than any other locality In the world. , A newspaper printed on the excur sion steamer Ophlr published one num ber In 80 degrees 2 mlnnfes north lati tude. It claims to be the paper pub lished farthest north of any on record. A series of experiments made by Benno Erdmann and Raymond Dodge show that In normal reading the letters are not spelled out separately, and one after the other, but that a short word of not more than four letters can be read off ln less time than a single let ter. The Pike's Peak Power Company p o poses todevelop 3,200-horse-poner for distribution for mines In the neighbor hood of Cripple Creek, Colo. The source of the water supply Is Beaver canyon, and a steel and rock dam will be built having a storage capacity of 150.0OJ.0O0 cubic feet On thef principle of the sounding board, which repeats a sound at so short an Interval that the original and the repeated waves Impress the ear in unison, a device called the poljrpuone has recently been applied to the phono graph for the purpose of doubling the volume of sound Issuing from that In strument.. A phonograph with the polypbone attachment has two horns, each provided with a diaphragm and stylus. Not only Is the sound made louder, bat Its quality Is Improved. Lake Superior appears to exercise a greater effect upon the annual amount of precipitation of rain and snow near Its shores than any other of the Great Lakes. The average precipitation In a year Is about eight Inches greater on the southern than on the northern side of Lake Superior. Lakes Erie and On tario also show more precipitation on their southern than on their northern shores, but tbe difference Is only three Inches annually. In the case of Lakes Huron and'Mlcblgan. It Is the eastern shores aa compared with the western which get the largest precipitation, but the difference Is not great The distances over which birds ml grate vary between wide limits, and are often surprisingly great The bo bolinks, w&lch sear their a th shores of Lake Winnipeg, Canada, anil go to Cuba and Porto Rico to spend tbe winter, twice traverse a distance ex ceeding 2,800 miles, or more than a fifth of tbe circumference of our earth. f- a year. Tbe kingbird lays Its eggs as far north as the fifty -seventh degree of latitude, and Is found In the winter In South America. The biennial pit gr Images of tbe little redstart exceed three thousand miles and the tiny hum ming bird two thousand. Madame Ceraskl, of Moscow, has dis covered In the constellation Cygnus a star of between the eighth and ninth magnitude which undergoes wonderful variations In its light It belongs to the same type of variable stars as the celebrated Algol, but Its variation Is larger. Its period Is four days thir teen hours and forty-five minutes. When at a minimum It ls three magni tudes fainter than when at a maxi mum; In other words. It periodically loses and then regains so much light that at one time It ls sixteen times brighter than at another. In stars of this type tbe changes of light are sup posed to be caused by a dark body re volving around the star, and produc ing eclipses as It comes within our line of sight A Witty Peasant. A thunder-storm overtook the Em peror Francis Joseph of Austria, when out shooting In 1873 with old Emperor William of Germany and Victor Euian ueL The three monarchs got separat ed from their party and lost their way. They were drenched to the skin, and. In search of shelter, hailed a peasant driving a covered cart drawn by oxen along the high road. Tbe peasant took up the royal trio and drove on. "And what may you be, for you an a stranger In these parts?" be asked after awhile of Emperor William. "I am the Emperor of Germany," re plied his Teutonic majesty. "Ha. very good," said the p asant and then addressing Victor Emmanuel. "And you my friend?" "Why, I am the King of Italy," came tbe prompt reply. "Ha, ha, very good Indeed! And whe are you T' addressing Francis Joseph. "I am the Emperor of Austria," said the latter. The peasant then scratched bis head. and said with a knowing wink, "Very good, and who do you suppose I am?" Their majesties replied they woulr Uke very much to know. "Why I am His Holiness the Pope." Adalterate it anemselvea, A process has been Invented and pat ented In Brazil for preparing coffee Id tabloids by a system of compression It ls argued that not only will there b leas expense In exporting coffee In thli form, but that the customer will be more certain of thus receiving for bu nse the pure, unadulterated article. Smokeless Powder. What at called, smokeless nowdet kmIIt Hnm off a ahadowv nur. This vapor ls perceptible only when! viewed tnroogn a coax ox violet glass Inserted In aa ordinary field glass. CVJ Rwwat af rh Irmv Madlcal Mu seum, Wsamtagton, made this dtscoT err. No man who Is considered half way decent ever takes a step In the wrong direction, that somebody does not no-' tice It . What has become ef the old-fash ioned woman who admired her he baad. and called aim Vol CORN IS KINO. laterf tinar Facta Concerning; tha Great American Staple. The word maize la derived from th 3 reek word sea. It Is not definitely known where the plant had Its origin. Humboldt asserts that It Is American, ttther writers claim that It originated In Asia, whence It was brought Into America by the Spanish explorers. There Is nothing so far discovered In he records of ruins of Egypt to indicate that the early dwellers along the Nile aver knew of the grain. In an ancient Chinese book, however to be found In the French library at Paris, corn Is nent oned. In Chile corn has long been Town, and It is called sea curaqua. rhere Is an old Javanese legendary peom, "Manek Maya," which likens the grain of corn to a maiden's tooth, and to-day. In certain parts of the mid dle West .there Is a variety known as 'horse tooth." Most of the South American Indiana know of corn. Some make a sort of beer from it A Qulcba legend says that Con, son of the Sun and Moon, gave maize to man. The Iroquois say that corn was given by tbe Spirit of tbe South. One of the snake legends of the Moqul Indians tells of six bachelors. Red Corn, Blue Corn, Yellow Corn, Green Corn, Spotted Corn and Black Corn. It Is not alone with the Indians thai nyth and legend endure. To-day farm ers of New England, and. In fact In the newer West have their manifold "signs" for tbe planting of corn. Go through the agricultural region? and you will hear them talk of plautlng "In tbe full of the moon." and tbe like. Among the German settlers, tn certain localities. It Is believed that In select ing seed-corn for the next year's corn all the stalks and refuse must be taken Into the highways and instantly de stroyed, but not by burning, as that would Insure the presence of the black fungi, or "smut" as It Is provlnclally termed. Corn Is the great staple of the UnlU a States. It is the most important pro duct of tbe American continent be It g-alns or tbe output of mines or factor ies. More acres are devoted to the rais ing of corn than In the annual yield of oats, wheat barley, rye. buckwheat and cotton combined. Corn provides uioie employment for laborers, provides mo.e work for distributers and makes basis for mor Industries and activities than any other American commodity. In the past thirty-seven years the value of the corn output has been $15,900,000,000. Last year (1898) a corn farm of 6,000 acres In Iowa yelded a net profit of $50, 000. About 3,800 acres of corn were actually planted. Thirty-one planters were used to put the seed In tbe ground, seventy-six cultivators did the "tend ing', and seventy-five wagons hauled ).. .. - " " n rha.' r,' 'it feet high and half a mile long were required. The corn yield of the United States for 1899 Is estimated at 2,050,- 720,000 bushels, the number of acres planted being 81.S50.000. Corn ls king. -John L. Wright, In Leslie's Weekly. Tbe Staa-e. Tbe stage continues to form tbe mir ror of fashion. One need scarcely take In a fashion paper If one pays constant visits to the theater.. Here one can study all tbe varieties of la mode and the latest and newest designs. Each play seems to have Its own specialty In dress. Its favorite color and Its favorite dressmaker. Possibly spectators never give a thought to the fact that these constant changes of costume form no Inconsid erable portion of the fatigue Incurred by an actress In a long and heavy part Dress cannot be slurred over now. Gowns must be laced and buttoned up, gloves, shoes, hats, petticoats be worn to match. It was different In the good old days, when actresses shuffled one gown over another and fastened them lightly with a button. The Japanese costnme ls one of the most intricate. The real Japanese lady wears three gowns, one over the other, a small por tion of each showing at the neck, the gowns being artistically shaded, say. from pale pink to deepest rose, or from violet to sky blue. The chemise, too, must match, and a special touch of deep contrastive color Is given by the waistband. Nutritions Foods. Prof. Atwater, who has devoted him self to the study for a number of years, declares that there ls no single perfect food, the nearest approach to it being milk. No food, however, contains the essential constituents In right propor tions, and thus we have to get what we want by combining our foods. It will be a shock to many thrifty house wives to learn that beef and eggs are among the greatest of all economical mistakes. A single dollar spent in wheat-flour will yield as much nutri ment as $30 spent on sirloin of beef. Sugar ranks next to wheat-flour as an economical food, for a dollar's worth of sugar contains as much nutriment a $6 worth of milk, $12 worth of eggs, or $40 worth of oysters. In proportion to their cost oysters are almost the least nutritious of all foods. Beans and po tatoes run a close race for the third place among valuable and cheap foods, and tbe fourth place ls shared between fat salt pork and cheese made from skimmed milk. Tbe Dewey Plane A blooming plant with clusters of blood-red tassels depending from Its glossy leaves. Is to Je seen not far from Broad and Chestnut streets. It ls lab eled "The Dewey Plant" in conspicuous letters. Six months ago the duplicate was seen In another part of town, with an inscription declaring It was "Ad ml- ral Dewey's favorite flower!" The planl Is a native of the Philippines Islands. Philadelphia Record. A Fatal Omission. "I'm afraid we've offended Mrs. Lo renzo Van Rensselaer," said the editoi of the Society Luminary to his assist nt Why, I noted the arrival at New-""' port of Mrs. Van Rensselaer and fam i Van Hanaaolaar ml fmm. ily." "True, but yea did not say that they took with them a retinue of servant.'1 -Pack. . SERMON BY Rev. Dr. talmagc Subject: Guard Tour Temp r A ftwect Disposition Adils Much to tha Joy ol Llvlnc Don't Wasta Health Kehears 1ns; Wrong-s and Schemlna Revenge. Copyright, Louli Klopach. 199. Washixqtoh, D. 0. In this discourse Dr. T almnge placates the world's revenges and recommends more of the saccharine and less of the scar In human dispositions; text, Epbeslans iv., 23, "Let not tbe sun go down upon your wrath.' What a pillow, embroidered of all colors, bath the dying day! Tbe cradle of elouds from which the sun rises Is beautiful enough, hut It Is surpassed by the many colored mausoleum In which at evening It ls burled. Sunset among the mountains! It almost takes one's breath away to recall the scene. The long shadows stretchiug over the plain make the glory of tbe departing light on tbe tiptop crags and struck aslant through the foliage the more conspicuous. Saffron and gold, purple and crimson com mingled. All tbe castles of cloud In con flagration. Burning Mosoows on the sky. Hanging gnrdens ot roses at their deepest blush. Banners of vaprTr, red as It from carnage, in tbe battle ot tbe elements. The hunter among the Adirondack's and tbe Swiss villager among tbe Alps know what Is a sunset among the mountains. After a storm at sea the rolling grandeur into which tbe sun goes down to bathe at night fall Is something to make weird and splen did dreams out of for a lifetime. Alexan der Smith, tn bis poem, compares the sun set to "the barren beach of bell," but tut wonderful spectaele ot nature makes me think of tbe burnished wall of heaven. Paul In prison, writing my text, remembers some ot the gorgeous sunsets among tbe mountains of Asia Minor and bow be bad often seen tbe towers ot Damascus blaze In tbe close ot the oriental days, and he flashes out that memory "in the text when be says, "Let not the sun go down upon your wrath." Sublime all suggestive duty for people then and people now 1 Forgiveness before sundown! He who never feels the throb of Indignation Is Imbecile. He who can walk among tbe injustices of tbe world in flicted npon himself and others without flash of cheek or flash of eye or agitation of nature Is either In sympathy with wrong or seml-ldlotlc. When Ananias, the hlgb priest, ordered the constables of the court room to smite Paul on the mouth, Paul fired np and said, "God shall smite thee, thon whlted wall." In tha sentence Imme diately before my text Paul commands tbe Epheslans, "Be ye angry and ln not." It all depends on what you are mad at nod how long the feeling lusts whether anger la right or wrong. "Life Is full of exaspera tions. Snul after Dav'-. Suoeotli after Gideon, Koran after Moses, the Pasqulns after Augustus, the Pharisees after Christ, and every one has had bis pursuers, and we are swindled or belled or misrepresent ed or pers 'cuted or In some way wronged, and tbe danger Is that healthful indigna tion shall become baleful spite, and that our feelings settle down Into a prolonged outpouring of temper displeasing to God and ruinous to ourselves, and bcce the Important Injunction of tbe text, "Let nol tbe sun go down upon your wrath." Why that limitation to one's anger! Why that period of flnmlng vapor set to punctuate a flaming disnoaJtton? What das the sunset got to do i tone's resent ful emotions? Was '' -zard sentl- meiuwiwritU "- -oeolal reHsoss why wS should not It . tbe son' set before our temper. First, because twelve hoars Is long enongh to be cross about any wrong In flicted npon ns. Nothing Is so exhanstlng to physical health or mental faculty as a protracted Indulgence ot 111 humor. It racks the nervous system. It hurts tbe digestion. It heats the blood In brain and heart nnttl the whole body Is first over heated and then depressed. Besides that. it sours tbe disposition, turns one aslds from his legitimate work, expends energies that ought to be better employed and does os more harm than It does our antagonist. Paul gives ns a good, wide allowance oi time tor legitimate denuncia tion, from 6 o'clock to 6 o'clock, but says, "Stop there!" Watch the descending orb of day, and when It reaches tbe horizon take a reef In your disposition. Unloose your collar and eool off. Change the sub ject to something delightfully pleasant. Unroll your tight list and shake bands with some one. Bank np the fires at the curfew bell. Drive the growling dog of enmity back to Its kennel. The hours of tbis morning will pass by, and tbe after noon will arrive, and tbe sun will begin to set, and, I beg yon, on Its blazing hearth throw all your feuds. Invectives and satires. Again, we ongbt not to let the sua go down on onr wratb, because we will sleep better if we are at peace with everybody. Insomnia is getting to be one of the most prevalent of disorders. How few people retire at 10 o'clock at night and sleep clear through to 6 in the morning! To relieve this disorder all narcotics and sedntlves and morphine and chloral and bromide of potassium and cocaine and Intoxicants are used, but nothing Is more Important than a qniet spirit if we wonld win somnolence. How Is a man going to sleep when he ls In mind pursuing an enemy? With what ner vous twitch be will start out of a dreamt That new plan of cornering his toe will keep him wide awake while the clock Strikes 11, 12, 1, 9. I give you an nnfaliin I prescription for wakefulness: Spend the evening hoars rehearsing your wrongs and the best way of avenging them. Hold u convention of friends on this subject In your parlor or office at 8 or 9 o'clock. Close tbe evening by writing a titter letter expressing your sentiments. Take from the desk or pigeonhole tbo paper In the ease to refresh your mind with your en emy's meanness. Then lie down and wait for tbe coming of tbe day, and It will come before sleep comes or your sleep will be worried quiescence and, if you take the precaution to lie flat on your back, a frightful nightmare. Wbv not pnt a bound to your animosity! Why let your foes come Into tbe sanctities of your dormitory? Why let those sland erers who have already torn your reputa tion to pieces or injured your business bend over your miduight pillow and drive from yon one of the greatest blessings that Ood can offer sweet, refreshing, all In vigorating sleep? Why not fence out your enemias by tbe golden bars of the sunset? Why not stand behind the barricade of evening cloud and say to tbem, "Thus far and no farther." Many a man and many a woman is having tbe health of body ns well as the health of soul eaten away by a malevolent spirit. I have In time of relig ious awakening had persons night after night come Into the Inquiry room and get no peace of soul. After a while I have bluntly asked them, "Is there not some one against whom you have a hatred that yon are not willing to give up?" After a little confusion they have slightly whispered, "Yi." Then I have said, "You will never find peace with Ood as long as yon retain that virulence." Tbe rabbins recount bow that Nebuchad nezzar's son bad such a spite against his father that after be was dead he bad his father burned to ashes and then put the abes into four sacks and tied than to fonr eagles' necks which flew away In opposite directions. And there are now domestic antipathies that seem forever to have scat tered all parental memories to the fonr "-. " tn. tut? cn,irB II J with those sacred asbesl Tbe hour of sun down makes to that family no practical suggestion. Thomas Carlyle, In his biog raphy ot Frederick the Great, says tha old king was told by tbe eonfessor he must be at peace with bli enemies if he wanted to enter heaven. Then he said to his wife, the queen. "Write to your broths sfter I am dead that I forgive him." Boloff, lbs sonfessor, said, "Her majesty bad better f.1 tmmeaiateiy. - "-v;s .bl.i, ".ft a am , a i 1 ' that- will h. said tbe V' . " . . . .' -" safer. 3o he let the sun of bis earthly existence go down npon his wratb. Again, we ought not to allow the sun to set before forgiveness takes place, been nse we might not live to see another day. what if we should be nshered Into tbe presenoe of our Maker with a grudge upon our soul? Tbe majority ot people depart this life In tbe night. Between 11 o'clock p. m. and 3 o'clock a. m. there Is some thing In the atmosphere which relaxes the grip whloh the body has on the soul, and most people enter the next world through tbe shadows ot this world. Perhaps God may have arranged it In that way so as to make the contrast tbe more glorious. I have seen sunshiny days In tbis world that mast have been almost like tbe radiance of heaven. But as mort people leave tbe earth between sundown and sunrise they quit this world at its darkest, and heaven always bright, will be the brighter for that contrast. Out of darkness Into Irradia tion. "But," says some woman, "there Is a horrid creature that has so Injured me that ratber than make vp with her I would die first." Well, si iter, you may take your choice, lor ODe or the other it will be your complete pardon of her or God's eternal banlsument of jou. ,-But," says some man, "that fellow vho cheated me out of the goods, or ditmac-eil m business credit, or started that lie about me in the newspapers, or by his perfidy broke up my domestic, happiness, forgive bim I cannot, forgive him I will not!" Well, brother, take your choice. You w ill never be at peace with Oo I till you are at pence with man. Feeling as you nour do, you would not get so near the barhor of heaven as to see the lightship. Uetter leave that man with the God who said: Vengeance Is Mine. I will repav." You may say: "1 will make him sweat for tbat yet. I will make him squirm. 1 mean to pursue him to tbe death." But you are damaging yoar-elf more than you damage blm, and you are making uavea for your own soul an Impossibility. If he will not De reconciled to yon, oa reconciled to blm. In live or six hours It will be sundown. Tbe dahlias will bloom against the west ern sky. Somewhere between this and that take a snovel and bury the old quarrel at least six feet doep. "Let not tbe sun go aowa upon your wratb." Again, we ought not to allow the passige of the sunset hour before the dismissal of all our affronts, because we may associate tbe sublimest action of I ho soul with tbe snblimest spectacle in nature. It ls a most delightsome thing to have onr personal experiences allied with certain subjects. There ls a tree orv river bank where God ttrst answered your prayer. You will never pass tbat place or think of that place with out thinking of tbe glorious communion. There was some gate or some room or some garden wall where you were ufllanccd with ' ''h companion who has been your chief Jo; In lite. You never speak of that place uut wltb a smile. Home or you have pleas ant memories connected with tbe evening star, or the moon in its first quarter, or with the sunrise, because you saw it just us you were arriving at harbor after a tern ppstuous voyage. Forever and forever. I admit It is the inont dim -nit or nil graces to practice, and ut the start you ir.ay make a complete failure, but keep on in tbe attempt to practice It. Shakespeareg wrote ten plays before he reached liu'V let," and seventeen plays before be reached "Merchant of Venice," and twenty cfirht plays I e Tore he reached "Macbeth." And gradually you will come from the easier graces to the most difficult. Besides that. It Is not a matter of personal determination so much as tbe laying hold of the al mighty arm ot God. who will help us to do anything we ought to do. llamember that in all personal controversies the one least to blame will have to take tbe first step at pacification if It Is ever effected. The con test between JS-ichines and Arlstlppus re sounds through history, but Aristippus, vuo was least to Dlame, went to Adenines and said, "Shall we not agree to be friends before we make ourselves tbe laughing stock of the whole country?" And scbloes said, Tl'- "vjar better man than I, --Tpn. ttel-,' ai --- ' - - tu mj-.-Mf hearing the bmhcH.'S ' ir tliey"-1 wen always friends afterward. So let the one ot you that Is least to blame take tbe first step toward reconciliation. The one most In tbe wrong will never take It. Ob, It make one feel splendid to be able by God's help to practice unlimited for giveness. It improves one's body uud soul. My brother, it will make you measurethree or four more Inches arouud the chest nnd Improve your respiration so that you can take a deeper and longer breath. It Im proves the oountenunce by scattering the gioom ana mates you somewhat iik una himself. He Is omnipotent, and we -1111001 00 py that. He is Independent of all the universe, and we cannot copy that. He Is creative, and we cannot copy that. He Is ocinipresent, and we cannot copy tbat. But H.i forgives with a broad sweep all faults, au.l all neglects, and all insults, ai d nil wrongdoings, and iu tbat we may copy Him wltb mighty success. Go harness that sub lime action of your soul to tbe sunset the hour when the gate of heaven opens to let tbe day pass into eternities and some of tbe glories escape this wuy throuph the brief opening. We talk about the Italian sunsets, and sunset amid the Apennines, and sunset amid tbe Cordilleras, but 1 will tell you bow you may see a grander suuset than any mere lover of nature ever beheld that. Is, by flinging into it all your hatreds and animosities, and let the horses of lire trample tbem, and tbe chariots of fr rill over tbem, and tbe spearmen of fire stab tbem, and the beach of fire consume them, and tbe billows of fire overwhelm them. Again, we should not let the sun go down ju our wrath, because it Is of little im portance what tbe world says of you or does to you when you have the affluent God of the sunset as your provider and defender. People talk as though It wore a fixed spectacle of nature and always the same. But no one eer saw two Bunsnts alike, and if the world has existed 6000 years there have been about 2,11)0,000 sun nets, each of tbem as distinct from all the other pictures In tbe gallery of the sky as Titian's "Last Hupper," Kubens' "Descent From tbe Cross," Baphael's "Transfigura tion" and Michael Angelo's "Last Judg ment" are distinct from each other. If that Ood of such Infinite resources that He can put on the wall of the sky each evening more than tbe Louvre and Luxem bourg galleries all In one ls my God and your God, our provider and protector, what is the use ot onr worrying about any human antagonism? If we are misinter preted, the God of the many colored sun set can put tha right color on onr action. If all tbe garniture of tbe western heavens at eventide Is but tbe upholstery of one of the windows of onr future home, what small business for as to be chasing en emies! Let not this Sabbath sun go down upon your wratb. And I wish for all of you a beautiful sun set to vour earthly existence. Wltb some of yon It has been a long day of trouble, and with others of you it will be fnr from calm. When tbe sun rose at 6 o'clock, it was the morning of youth, and a fair day was prophesied, but by the time the noon day or middle life bad come and the clock ot your earthly existence had struck twelve cloud racks gathered and tempest bellowed in the track of tempest. But as the even ing of old age approaches I pray Ood tha skies may brighten and the clouds be piled up Into pillars as of celestial temples to which you go or move as with mounted co'iorts come to take you home. And as you sink out of signt below the horizon may there be a radiance of Christian ex ample lingering long after you are gone, and on tbe heavens be written in letters of sapphire, and on the waters In letters of opal, and on tbe bills in letters of emerald, "Thy sun shall no more go down, neither shall thy moon withdraw Itself, for the Lord shall be thine everlasting light, and the days of thy mourning shall be ended." Bo shall tbe sunset ot earth become tha sunrlsa ot heaven. Fate never wounds more deeply the generous heart than when a block bead's Insult points the dart. Truth is so simple that the simplest language expresses it the strongest. Don't ride a thin horse bareback if you enjoy comfort. Prosperity doth best discover vice," but adversity doth best discover vir tue. " 'kit There is pleasure in meeting tbe eyea of those to whom we have done good. If you repeat ugly stories you may expect them in return. Men . are not wicked through their Judgments, but through their wills. 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