B. F. SCHWEIER,
THE COriSTITUTIOn-THE UfllOTI AFID THE ENFORCEUERT OF THE LAWS.
Editor and Proprietor.
VOL. LIV.
MIFFMNTOWX, JUNIATA COUNTY, PENK, WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 7, 1900.
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CHAPTER XIV. (Continued)
"So. so jou were spying on me!" cries
he, la little gasps. "What brought yon,
eh? That door below was locked has
been locked for fifty years. Is there a
conspiracy against me, then, that you
can thus force yourself into my presence.
In spite of bolts and bars?"
"The lock gave way," stammers Vera;
"It must have been old, broken by age,
rusty. I had nothing to do. It was by
the merest chance I came here. 1 am
sorry, sorry." Her votce dies in her
throat.
"I don't believe it: there is more that
you keep behind. Speak, girl; speak, I
command you! Who showed yon the
way here?"
"I have told you, says Vera, tremu
lously: "you must believe me. If I had
known I should not have come. I I am
sorry I have so frightened you, but "
"Who says I am frightened?" lie turns
npon her with a bitter scowl and a pierc
ing glance. "Why should I care about
beiog disturbed when I was merely idling
way a dull hour by looking through my
own will?"
"Yours?" asks Vera, innocently enough.
"Ay, whose else?" he asks, with a
snarl of anger. "What do you mean,
girl? Io you doubt my word? Whose
else should it bo eh, eh? Go, leave me,"
cries he, furiously; "and cursed be the
day you ever saw my house!"
He waves to her to leave him, and,
more unnerved than she has ever been
In all her life before, she retreats behind
the heavy curtain and runs with all her
might down the dark corridor without,
down the steep stairway, and so out into
the passage into the hall.
CHAPTER XV.
Going to where Tom Peyton Is dili
gently weeding, Griselda takes him to
task.
"Why didn't you tell me your sister
was the sweetest woman on earth?" de
mands ebe, in quite an aggrieved tone.
"Because she isn't," says Tom, striv
ing with a giant dock that has treacher
ously concealed itself beneath the spread
ing leaves of a magnificent dahlia; "you
are that."
"Nonsense H says Griselda; and then,
"Ob. Tom! what do you think she is
going to do at once? She is going to
make an effort to induce Uncle Gregory
to let Vera and me stay with her at The
Friars! Only fancy if she succeeds!
Wasn't it perfectly lovely of her to think
- of itr . vv.v 7
"Oh, she isn't bad." say's her brother,
broadly; "but may I ask how she pro
poses tackling the old gentleman?"
"Through Sea ton."
"If Seaton helps her "
The words die on his lips, his jubilant
air forsakes hrm having turned a cor
ner of the secluded pathway they had
chosen, they run right into the arms of
Seuton Dysart! For a moment the two
men gaze blankly into each other's eyes.
"What is the meaning of this masque
rade?" demands Dysart presently with
an angry frown; "what brings you here,
Peyton, in that dress, and with my
cousin?"
"You certainly have every right to
ask," says Peyton, with a rueful glance
at his damnatory clothing, "but surely
you might guess the answer. The fact
is. I'm in love!" He makes this con
fession with a careful artlessness not to
be surpassed.
"In love?" exclaims Dysart, frowning
still more darkly.
"Quite so," aminbly; "five fathoms
deep. And your father being so so ex
clusive." making a hard fight for a civil
word, "I couldn't manage to see her in
any orthodox fashion, so I took service
here."
"Her? whom?" asks Dysart, changing
color. A sudden light flashes into his
eyes; to him, as to Tom Peyton, there U
but one "her" in the world.
"Why, Griselda." says the latter, as if
amazed at the other's stupidity.
"And what do you suppose will be the
npsliot of all this?" sternly.
"That, my dear fellow, is what I have
never yet gone into. But marriage, I
hope."
"Pshaw!" says Dysart, impatiently;
"and what of Griselda?"
"Griselda has confessed that she lines
me a little. I say, Dysart," with a sud
den change of tone, "you won't tell your
dad eh?"
"I am much more likely to tell your
:ter," says Seaton, angrily.
"You needn't. She knows. She was
here just now, and is full of a desire to
kidnap Griselda and carry her away to
The 1'i iars. I say, Dysart, my sister de
pends upon you to make your governor
give his consent to the girls going on a
visit to her; you won't disappoint her.
eh?"
"I'll do what I can," gravely ; but I
shouldn't advise you to be too sanguine
as to the result of my interference."
True to his word, Seaton managed, af
ter a hard fight, to secure his father's
consent that Vera and Griselda might
pay a two weeks' visit to Lady Rivers
dale. It is quite five o'clock when they ar
rive :unl enter the spacious hall of The
Friars, that now is tilleu with a delicate,
s'.ii'l.er livlit. A crimson stream from a
pnnie.l window, somewhere in the dis-
. - ? . . ,
tnoce. casts a nooa or giory, oiooa-rea, bi
i era s feet, and a comfortable tinkling
of s ns clinking against china smites
their ears.
At the top of the room; reclining in a
rather listless fashion on some velvet
cuhionx, are two little girls, quite lovely
pnough to arrest the gaze of any casual j
oiiscrver. Ihev have given in to the cu-
riosity attendant on the entrance of the t
new guests, and fix their large wide eyes '
on Vera, who, in turn, looks back on !
them with a certain interest.
l a.ly Kiversdale, by a word an in-
tens.-iy proud, fond word had intimated
that they were her cnimren. The young-
er. taking her courage in both hands,
litis her little slim fingerr 'nder the
narrow gold bangles that adorn Vera'
wrist, and begins to push them up and
down with a childish, diffident gesture,
"What's your name?" asks she, gravely.
"Vera."
"Vera!" Both children repeat the
word with a sort of gratification. "But
tell us you have another name, haven't
'Dysart." confesses she, softly.
ny, tnat s beaton's name," cries
Dolly, brightening, and looking up at the
tall young man who is standing neat
them; "isn't it, Seaton? Why. you must
be something to him. Sister eh?"
"No," says Vera, shaking her head.
"You can't be his mother?" hazard?
the younger child, uncertainly.
Vera laugrs lightly. "No." she say
again.
"I have It! I know itr exclaims Dolly
the wise, glancing up triumphantly; "voii
are his wife!"
This innocent bombshell spreads dis
may in the camp.
"Who is that pretty little girl over
there?" Vera asks, with a wild longing
to change this embarrassing conversa
tion, pointing to where the girl who had
first attracted her is sitting, "quite oppo
site, in the red-and-wbite gown? Do
you see her?"
"Oh! that is Mary Cutler. Don't yon
know her? Everybody knows Mary But
ler. We love her, so does everybodj
lse."
. "Mamma says Seaton does," says lit
tle Flossy, mildly; "perhaps that's why
he won't marry you."
"It was true, then." thinks Vera. A
great sense of disgust rises up within
her, swallowing all other thoughts. Ano
yet he would have forsworn himself:
Would have nay, he would do so still.
Oh, the shamelessness of it!
Perhaps something of her secret scorn
communicates itself to him, because even
in the midst of bis apparently engross
ing conversation he lifts his head abrupt
ly and his eyes seek hers, and read them
as though he would read, her soul.
And then a curious light flashes into
'lis face. He makes a movement, quick
ungoverned, as though he would rise and
go to her, but, even as he does so, some
one steps out from the shadows behind
her, and, bending over her, holds out his
band a young man, tall, well favored,
smiling, with an air about him of sud
den, warm delight.
"You remember me?" he says, so dis
tinctly that Seaton can hear him across
the room. "To think that I should have
the happiness of meeting you here to
day and after so many vain inquiries.
How it brings back the past to see you.
Venice, Rome, that last carnival. Vera,
say you are glad to see me!"
Some people walking past them, and
suddenly standing still, obliterate them
from Seaton's view, but wheu next be
looks the stranger is sitting beside ber,
and Vera, with flushed cheeks and bril
liant yea.-fuU of -as -unmistakable wel
come, is murmuring to. him in low, soft
tones. - ' . r
' "Who is the man. ' talking to - my
cousin?" asks Seaton, indicating Vera's
companion by a slight - gesture, and
-peaking in a tone so changed that Miss
Butler involuntarily lifts her head to look
at him.
"Lord Shelton," she says. "George
Snndes he was. Don't you know him?
Great hunting man. He came in for the
title about eight months ago. That
brought him back from his big game iv
the East."
CHAPTER XVI.
In the last four days Peyton has mys
teriously disappeared, no one knows
whither, except perhaps Griselda, his sis
ter and two others. "Xorth" he was go
ing, he said to inquiring friends'. To-day,
however, be has turned up again, admira
bly dressed as ever, and as radiant as a
ood conscience should make any man.
"I'm so glad Tom has got back in
time," says Griselda. "I quite feared
L'ncle Gregory would be too many for
liim. Vera, what makes you look like
that, darling? Now tell me what it is
.hat has annoyed yon."
"I must be mad to be annoyed," says
Vera, with angry self-contempt.
"Seaton again?
"It is always Seaton," with an increase
af her irritation, "when it isn't his fath
er. Was there no other path into which
fate could have flung me, except this?
Yes. it is Seaton."
"But why think so much about him V
He cannot interfere with you now. be his
father never so persistent in bis idea of
marrying you to him. because all the
world can see he is ns goou as engaged
;o Miss Butler."
"I pity her, then, with all my soul:
What a family to enter! She is too good
;o be sacrificed so cruelly. I believe he
s employed by his father to watch me,
to report all that I say or Ah!" she
Sreaks off abruptly, and points almost
criumphantly to the pathway outside,
where indeed Seaton stands.
That it is one of the most public walks
it The Friars, that Seaton might have,
nay, indeed has, come this way without
ntention of any kind she does not allow
herself to believe.
"I told you," she says, vehemently, "it
s to spy upon my every action he is
lere! Oh, fool that I was, to dream of
jeiug free for even these few days!"
She has come a step or two forward: a
icarlet tide of indignant humiliation has
lyed her cheeks. She still points toward
Seaton with one trembling hand, while
ie, advancing slowly, looks with some
mxiety from her to Griselda,. who is sore
y troubled, as if to demand an explnna
:ion. "I think you must be mistaken, dar-
inir.
she says, nervously, laying uer
hand noon her sister's arm. "I feel sure
i Seaton would not undertake the part you
aave assigned him. Seaton. speak to ber;
- . , irtit
:ell her it is impossible that you snoum
lo this thing."
"What thing? Of what does sue ac
cuse me?" his brow growing dark.
"She imagines or, of course. It is all
mistake Dut sne nus bohjpuoty
Dto her head that you are nere iw w
watch her."
"Is that how it strikes yon?" says he.
slowly; a sudden, short, miserable laugh
breaks from him. "So that is how you
look at it? Great heaven, to think how
I have loved you such as you so poor
a thing! It shames me now to think of
tj" He draws his breath sharply,
though she writhes. "No, you shall hear
,c; J have heard much from you, first
and last this shall be the last, I "wear
Here, even now, in this moment en I
find you so altogether contemptible a
creature, it is my misery to know that 1
,till love you! Day after day yon nave
heaped insults upon me. Your Tel7 loolt
has been an affront. I have said too
much." he continues, wearily; put wita
a little eloquent gesture she renders him
silent.
"Oh, not too much, but perhaps
enough" she smiles again, that cruel
smile that hurts him like the sharpest
tab "surely it would be hard to' expect
you to find another insult to-day. To
morrow, perhaps. And now let me say
one little word. Have I no cause to
doubt you?"
"None, none!" declares he. vehemently.
She throws out her hands with a lit
tle expressive movement. "I leave that
to your own conscience, to your own
sense of right and wrong," she says,
shrugging her shroulders, finely. "But
once for all," raising her voice and
throwing up her head, "I warn you.
Rather than marry you," making a slight
gesture of horror, "I would accept the
first man that asked me!"
A faint rustle among the bushes out
side, a footstep and Lord Shelton steps
into view.
"I hold you to your word," cries he,
Bayly; he steps lightly within the flower
crowned archway, and looks straight at
Vera. He la smiling, but underneath the
smile lies a longing to be taken seriously.
"You give me a chance," be says; "1
her, before witnesses, declare myself a
suitor for your hand" his expression is
still wavering betwixt mirth and gravity,
and he holds ont to her both his bands.
You are not, however, the first to ask
her," says Dysart, in a voice vibrating
with many and deep emotions. His brow
Is black, and anger fights for mastery
with despair in his dark eve.
Vera, pale as death, but with a little
Indignant frown, steps between the two
men.
"What does it all mean?" she asks,
contemptuously; "would you make a tra
gedy out of a farce? If so, at least be
good enough to assign me no part in it."
She sweeps both men out of her path
y a slight imperious gesture, and pass
rig them, walks swiftly away in the di--ection
of the house.
To be continued.)
Household.
RECIPES.
Veal Omelet. Beat three eggs sepa
raiolv until verv light. Chop to a fin
paste one pint of odds and ends of cold
cooked veal, and add this to the beater
yolks, with one teaspoomui 01 sam, uji
te&fspocnful of finely minced onion, ont
tablespoonful of chopped parsley am.
a saltspoonful of paprHoa. tiastly turr
In the beaten whites. Put a tablespoon
ful of butter In a frying pan. and wher
hot pour In the mixture. Brown anc
foirt like an omelet and serve Immedi
ately when done on a heated plattei
garnished with parsley.
Apple-Butter Sandwiches. Sweel
sandwiches are now considered neces
eatv on many luncheon and tea ta
bic s. The following is a delicious com
bination: Cut thin slices of the whitest
and most creamy bread that your fa
fore'l recipe will produce: spread with
rich, sweet cream, then a thin layer ol
apple butter and another slice of bread
spread with cream; cut in shapes tc
suit th taste and pile on small ob
long: tray covered with pretty dolly
Butter may be used in place of cream,
but must be perfectly fresh and beater
to a white cream.
' Chestnuts and-Oysters.-Hull and blancr.
one quart of chestnuts and boil till per
fectly tender; mash fine, add lump of
butter size of an egg. one tablespoonful
fipe-chepped celery, two hard-boiled
eggx chopped fine, two beaten egg!
(raw), one-balf teaspoonful salt and
saltspoonful white pepper: mix very
thoroughly: have clean an-l dry clam
shells: butter the inside and fill to edge:
with the mixture: make gutter in cen
tre of each and place in it a plump oys
ter, cover with buttered bread crumbt
and bake to a dainty brown: serve ir
shells, with cut lemons and catsup
Deep oyster shells will do if more con
venient. Celery Sandwiches. A sandwich that
has been seen at afternoon teas thif
winter is made of celery and cheese.
The celery used should be the whitest
and crispest parts of the stalk.chopped
very fine. It is then made into a pastf
with cream cheese, seasoned well with
salt and white pepper, and used be
tween thin slices of brown bread. V
the mixture shows a tendency to crum
ble instead of forming Into a paste p
little thick sweet cream may be added.
TTnity Loaf. One quart flour, one pin
m!?k. one tablespoonful meltel butter
one egg. one saltspoonful salt, one ta
blespoonful -white sugar, one teaspoon
ful soda, dissolved In one tahlespoonfu'
hot water, one dessertspoonful lequa
to two teaspoonfuls) cream tartar sifter'
in flour: mix beaten egr with milk.the
butter, sugar, salt and soda: next th
flour: beat well, use buttered cake ti
and bake in steady, hot oven: turn o
white hot, send to table and cut r
nerved; easy and excellent.
Industrial.
The manager of the Belleville Woolen
. . T.- . V. ITtmralnn T? Vl n (1 1 Island
aims, 111 " i" """f- - -
granted the demand of the operative
for a 10 per cent, aava.iu.-e m v.,Bc.
Abcut 125 boiler makers, employed in
four of the largest boiler making and
repairing shops in Buffalo, New York,
stt uck for a uniform scale of wages
2 cents an hour and nine hours a
l,Tne pay of the operatives In the em
ploy of the Nonantum and Newton
Worsted Companies was advanced 1C
per cnt. This means an actual in
crease and not a restoration. It affects
about GO;' hands. -
The rod mill men employed by the
American Steel and Wire Company, in
Cleveland, struck, demanding an in
crease of 10 per cent., instead of thi
7Vi granted by the company on Jan
uary 1.
At a request of the Legislative Cora.
. . s . v. thin ITalAV-titlnn rt T.n-
bor a bill has been introduced in the
Ohio Legislature providing for equal
wages for men and women.
A settlement of the dispute between
the Buffalo Express and the Buffalo
Typographical Union, which has lasted
over two years, has been reached.
The Chicago Chronicle says: Now
that the Federation of Railway Em
pioves ha been dissolved, it is said that
the" officers of the Order of Railway
Conductors and of the Brotherhood of
Locomotive Engineers are working on
a' plan to bring these organizations to
gether in a protective and defensive
alliance, to deal with the railway com
panies of the country on wage and
other questions.
General Manager Brown, of the Pull-
pnm.Tiv ripnlea the rpnnrt that
the Palace Car organization has de
cided lo reduce me salaries 01 its con
ductors and porters. - 2
Twelve hundred union cigar makers
have been locked out in Boston as the
ooi.it nr a dpmand noon the manufac
turers for an increase in the rate of
certain kinds of hand work. The. manu
facturers, who have a contract with
the International cigar Matters union
to pay a certain scale of prices, have
ieclded to noia uie men iu n.
Two hundred blacksmiths' helpers of
the Brooks Locomotive Works. at
r-h..-.llvlr Maw Vnrk went nn a atrllro
They receive minimum wages of 11.40
a day,
time.
ana aemana i.dd, wim extra
S
No man is so weak you can afford
to oppress him.
OUR KINSMEN, THE BOERS.
rnere la m Tie Between Them and Oar
Country's Early Settler.
Reminded Incessantly of their kinship
j with the English, Americans are not
ften asked to remember their kinship
with the Boers. . And yet the tie Is
:lose one. The Boer is a transplanted
Dutchman, and the influence of Hol
land in shaping the destiny of this
zountry is ranked by historians as sec
ond only to that of Britain.
In contemplating the Transvaal war
it is well not to forget what the Dutch
lid for America.
The Pilgrim Fathers, having been
Irlven out of England, found a refuge
In Holland until they sailed for the
Sew World. Holland was in that age
Che cradle of religious liberty. It was
sne of the world's great states, and its
people bad wun greater freedom than
those of England.
During their sojourn there the refu
gees learned to admire and love many
Dutch Institutions, and they carried
these feelings with them across the At
tn n tic.
In the very foundation of the Ameri
can commonwealth there was a stratum
of the elements that are present ia the
fighting Boers.
Hendrick Hudson, when he sailed his
boat, the Half Moon, through the Nar
rows, In 1009, was, through English
himself, in the service of the Dutch
East India Company. To Holland,
therefore, belongs the honor of the dis
covery of the Hudson river and what is
now the port of New York.
England claimed all the territory on
the Atlantic coast from the Bay of
Fumly to Florida, but did not oppose
the colonization of the territory discov
ered by Hudson.
Hudson named the region New Neth
erland and established trading posts on
Manhattan Island and at what is now
Albany.
The first Dutch colonist arrived In
1623 and settled on Manhattan Island,
which they named New Amsterdam.
Holland claimed all the territory from
the Deleware to the Connecticut.
To stimulate colonization the Dutch
West India Company offered a tract 10
miles along one bank of any river or 8
miles along both banks to anybody who
would transport 50 colonists from the
old country.
Among these brave pioneers were the
forefathers of many who now look upon
themselves as the aristocracy of New
York.
In Just this way did the Dutch col
onize South Africa. So that there Is
couslu8blp of race between many In the
Four Hundred and the stern farmers
who obey Oom Paul.
But Intermarriage on this side has
modified the original type, whereas the
Boers in their Jealous Isolation have
preserved the pure, strong, rugged race.
HOLD YOUR BREATH.
thereby Toa May Avoid Being Drowsed
Whan lo the Water.
Whatever you do, hold your breath,"
laid the swimming master, when he
bad half a dozen young women to look
after at the beach. "No one ever was
drowned without first strangling, and
then filling the lungs with water in a
struggle that is twice as fierce as an
effort to hold the breath would be. If
they can preserve their presence of
uiind and prevent drawing In the breath
they are safe. While above water the
aircan betaken in little breaths, almost
gusps. When the water goes over they
can hold their breath and they will of
a certainty come to the surface.
"Look at that girl with the red cap,"
be remarked, pointing to a slight young
woman who was insisting on getting
beyond her depth, and who was com
pelling ber limbs to find the way of pro
pulsion. "She will learn to swim be
cause she is determined to, and she
takes her time about it. She will not
allow herself to be frightened, no mat
ter if she puts her feet down and does
not touch the ground. She knows that
is the way to get herself in serious
trouble and so she keeps control of her
self and is calm all the time. When
she cannot touch bottom she catches a.
little breath at a time and tries to strike
out. Of course she goes under now and
then, but she doesn't try to breathe
under water, because she knows she
Is not a fish. A fish has gills and can
strain the air from the water; but she
has lungs, and when she fills them with
water she gets some air, to be sure,
for there is air in the water all the time.
But she gets too much water at .the
same time and It doesn't do her any
good.
"If people would Just keep quiet and
not get excited. Just remain cool and
collected and hold their breath unless
the nose is above water, we never
would bear of a death by drowning.
Of course. In the case of shipwreck, or
whenever one gets too much exhausted,
the holding of the breath Is out of the
question. But I never saw anyone at
these beaches when It seems to me
there was any excuse for not learning
to swim. There certainly Is no excuse
for losing control of one's self, and get
ting strangled,, or becoming uncon
scious. x
. "Hold your breath." Chicago Even
ing Post.
Filled the Requirement.
A primary teacher was hearing a re
citation In grammar and the class was
composed largely of the smaller stu
dents. The teacher wrote the three
words, "bees, bear, boys," on the board
and asked the pupils to write a sent
ence containing the three words. She
was quite taken back a few minutes
later when one of the bright boys In
the class handed In the following:
"Boys bees bear when they go In swim
Tiln.' "
Paari FUhers ft Oeyloa.
The pearl fishing season la Ceylon
only lasts twenty-two days, and daring
that period 11,000.000 oysters arc
brought to the surface by fifty divers
TflJ, ULJMltuI . I . .
a higher price. In proportion to its slsa I
than any other flower at a green boos 1
The magazine peat aaay
Us task, hot Um of his rat
be eqaej t-
SLAVS THREATEN ALL EUROPE.
Dark Shadow of a Sace that Ia Increaa
ina; Hapidlr In Numbers.
Europe has leas reason to fear beini
overrun by the Mongolian than by tb
Slavonic race. In Its various branches
this race la Increasing more rapidly
than that of any other on the continent
At present they are confined for the
most part to Russia. The Russian em
pire now numbers 130,000,000, and.
though these numbers Include German.
In the extreme west and Mongols in
the extreme east, yet the mass are pure
Slavs, presenting thus a homogeneity
rare In history. But in addition to Rus
sla we have Slavonic offshoots over a
large European area which render the
future of much more than half Europe
certainly Slavonic. The troubles in
Austria have brought reminders of thf
Slav kingdom of Bohemia, but It Is not
often In Bohemia only that the Ger
man Is face to face with the Slav; he
is so in Galicia, In Carlnthla and Car
niola, while the Magyar Is surrounded
by an ever-Increasing Slav population
in the land of hta birth. In the Balkan
peninsula It Is a case of whether Slav
or Greek shall Inherit the lands made
desolate by the Turk, and few who
have studied the question In the light of
recent history can doubt that it will bt
the Slav.
It Is not necessary to quote that hack
neyed saying of Napoleon "Cossack oi
republican" It Is more to the point to
say that, whatever the future political
iforma of Europe may be, her actual
Population will be largely if not pre
dominately Slavonic, and that this fact
.may mean a different Europe from that
I known In history. For where, from tht
point of view of numbers, is the coun
ter-balancing element to the Slav to be
found? France is stationary and very
nearly so are Spain and Portugal,
j Germany is full, and can only main
lain herself In comfort by reason of the
I American outlet for her surplus. Aus
.trla Is actually a ground for Slav, as
, against German Increase. Italy, like
Oermany, sends her surplus over the
Atlantic. The great future of Engllsh
' speaking people Is not in Europe, but In
America and the Southern seas. Tht
Norse people are hemmed in by barren
. lands and are probably Increasing
, faster In the Northwest of the United
j States than at home. Now, If we set
against these facts the actual growth of
j Russia herself, the increase or Slavs In
) Central Europe, and the probable fu
ture or the Slavs in the Balkan penin
sula, we cannot fall to see that, within
a measurable period, the Slavonic cle
ment In European society will prepon
derate In the balance.
What effect will this radical recon
struction of Europe exert on mankind;
It will be a long time before we shall
realize that if we want to find the great
seats of tUe historic peoples of Europe
we shall have to look beyond Europe,
to Teutonic North America, to Latin
South America, to Teutonic Aostrala
la. Yet this will, so far aa one can
eee, certainly be the case within anoth
er century, assuming the present gen
eral drift of things to continue. Chi
cago Chronicle.
JOSIAH ALLEN'S HOME.
Mlsa Marietta Holler, Her Daughter
and Her Home,
Bonnie View, the home of Miss Mar
letta Holley ("Josiah Allen's Wife"),
near the village of Adams, In Jefferson
county, New York state, is an ideal rest
ing place for many of the world's work
ers who have the advantage of the own
er's friendship. Among these none.
have appreciated the quiet and beauty
of the place and the generous hospital
ity which abounds there and for which
Miss Holley is famous more than
Miss Claia Barton, and Miss Franc, t
Willard, both of whom have Leei
numbered among her most cherishe.l
friends. ,
Miss Willard was soon to pay a visit
to Bonnie View when overtaken by the
illness which ended in her death.
The house, in the modern Queen Ann,
style, with its conservatory, beautiful
rugs, works of art and books, is an evl-!
dence of the taste of its owner. Below j
It, in a cedar grove at the bottom of a
ravine, is a veritable fairyland. Three
artificial ponds, stocked with bike fish,
and crossed by rustic bridges, add much
to the beauty of this retreat, which is
Miss Holley's favorite resting place.
Her companion, when she is not writ-
ing, is her adopted daughter, a little
girl of 10 ye.-i-s.
Just before Christinas. last year, she
and the child were taking a walk In the
hollow, when she noticed that the little
one was carrying something in ber
hand, which upon examination proved
to be a hatchet "to cut down the Christ
mas tree." When they returned, a good
sized cedar trailed behind them.
"My little glrL" says Miss Hollev
speaking of the child, "is exceedingly
generous, and sometimes, upon the pre
text of being outgrown, wants to g'.re
away some of her prettiest clothes to
less fortunate children."
Bonnie View will always have an in
forest for American women, as bein?
tike birthplace of "Samantba Allen
Public Adviser and Private Invest
igator," which has been said to be the
most widely known character la Amer
ican fiction.
Miss Holley has expressed a desirt
to erect upon ber estate a summer home
for working girls; and this has given
rise to the widespread rumor that she
has done so. It may :in time be an ac
complished fact, but it has not yet as
sumed any definite shape.
Hoaors Even.
He Are you sure that I am the onlj
man that you have ever loved?
She Just as sure as you are that yot
have never loved any other glrL to
ervUle Journal.
Welghborhood.
In the Clay school the other day tht
teacher asked the spelling class what
neighborhood was. Silence followed
Finally Lawrence broke out:
"I know." he declared.
"Well, what Is Itr asked the teachei
dubiously, for Lawrence is a very nn
certata quantity in school.
"Why, a neighborhood Is-is-is a lac
where a lot of people live and borrow
things of each other." Detroit Fre
SERMON
BY
Rev. Dr. Calmagc
Subject: The Woadet ef the Hatnae
MudOur Pbvsicul Struct ma front
of Divine WisdomThe Extended
Hand the Symbol of luflnlte Mercy.
Copyright. Loate Klopach. 1MV.1
Washihotoh, D. C. The discourse of Dk
Talmage is a lesson of gratitude for that
which none of us fully appreciate and
shows the Divine meaning In our physical
structure; text, I Corinthians xil., 21, "The
eye cannot say unto the band, I have no
need of thee."
These words suggest that some time twe
very Important parts of the human bodygot
Into controversy, and the eye beonine inso
lent and full of braggadocio and said: "I
am an independent part of the human sys
tem. How far I can see, takin? lo spring
morning and midnight auroral Compared
with myself what an Insignirtoaot thing is
the human band! I look down upon it.
There It bangs, swinging at the side, a
clump of muscles and nerves, and it can
not see an inch either way. It has no lus
ter compared with that wblob I beam
farth." "What senseless talk," responds
the hand. "You, the eye, would have been
put out long ago but for me. Without the
food I have earned you would have been
sightless and starved to death years ago.
You cannot do without me any hotter thau
I can do without you." At this part of the
disputation Paul of my text breaks in and
ends the controversy by declaring, "Tub
eye cannot say unto the hand, I have no
need of thee."
Fourteen hundred and thirty-tbret
times, as nearly as I can count by aid of
concordance, does tbe Bible speak of the
human band. We are all familiar with tbe
band, but tbe man has yet to be born who
can fully understand this wondrous Instru
ment. Sir Charles Bell, the English sur
geon, came home from the battlefield of
Waterloo, where he bad been amputating
limbs and binding np gunshot fractures,
and wrote a book entitled "The Hand: Its
Mechanism and Vital Endowments as Evi
dencing Design." Bat It Is so profound a
book that only a scientist who is familiar
with tbe technicalities of anatomy and
physiology can understand it.
So we are all going on opening and shut
ting this divinely constructed Instrument,
the hand, Ignorant of much of the revela
tion It was Intended to make of tbe wis
dom and goodness of Qod. Yon can see ty
tl'eir structure that shoulder and elbow
v 1 forearm are getting ready for tbe cul
mination in tbe band. There is your
wrist, with Its eight bones and tbelr liga
ments In two rows. Tbat wrist, with its
bands of fibres and Its hinged joint and
turning on two axes on tbe larger axis
moving backward and forward and on the
smaller axis turning nearly around. And
there is tbe palm of your band, with Its
Ave bones, each having a shaft and two
terminations. There are tbe Angers of
tbat band, with fourteen bones, each An
ger with its curiously wrought tendons,
Ave of tbe hones with ending roughened
for tbe lodgment of tbe nails. Tbete Is
the thumb, coming from opposite direc
tion to meet the Angers, so that in con
junction they may clasp and bold fast that
which yon desire to take. There are
the long nerves running from tbe
armpit to the forty-six muselos.
so that ail are under mastery.
The whole anatomy of your band as
complex, as Intricate, as symmetrica', ns
useful, as Ood could make it. What can it
not do? It can climb, it can lift. It can
push, It can repel. It can menace, it can
eluob, It can deny, It can affirm, it can ex
tend, it can weave. It can bathe, It can
smite. It can bumble. It eaa exalt, it can
soothe. It can throw, it can defy. It cau
wave, it can Imprecate, It can pray.
A skeleton of the band traced on blaek
ooard or unrolled In diagram or buug In
medical museum Is mightily Illustrative of
the Divine wisdom and goodnesr. but bow
much more pleasing when In living action
all Its nerves and muscles and bones and
tendons and tissues and phalanges display
what Qod Invented when He invented tbe
human ha. V Two specimens of it we
carry at our side from the time when in
Infancy we open tbem to take a toy till In
tbe last hour of a long life we extend them
In bitter farewell.
With tbe Divine help I shall speak of the
hand as the chief executive officer of tbe
soul, whether lifted for defense, or ex
tended for help, or tusled In the arts, or
offered in salutation, or wrung in despair,
or spread abroad In benediction. God evi
dently intended all tbe lower order of liv
ing beings should have weapons of defense,
and hence tbe elephant's ta.-k, and the
horse's hoof, and the cow's horn, and the
lion's tooth, and the Insect's sting. Having
given weapons of defense to tbe lower
orders ot living beings, of course He would
not leave man, tbe highest order of living
beings on earth, defenseless and at the
mercy of brutal or ruffian attack. The
right yea, the duty of self defease ix so
evident It needs no argumentation. The
hand is tbe Divinely fashioned weapou of
.defense. We may seldom have to use it
tor such purposes, but the fact that we are
equipped Insures safety. The hand is a
weapon sooner loaded than any gun,
sooner drawn than any sword. Its lingers
bent Into the palm, it becomes a bolt of
demolition.
What a defense it is against accident!
There have been times In all our expert- I
ences when we have with tbe hand warded !
off something that would have extinguished '
our eyesight or broken tbe skull or crippled i
as for a lifetime. While the eye bos dis- 1
covered the annroachlnir neril the hand I
has beaten it back or struck it down or
disarmed it. Every day thank Ood for
your right band, and it you want to bear
Its eulogy ask him who in swift revolution
of machinery has had it crushed or at
Cbapultepec or South Mountain or San
Juan Hill or Sedan lost It.
And In passing let me say that he who
has the weapon ot tbe band uninjured and
in full use needs no other. You cowards
who walk with sword cane or carry a pis
tol in your hip pocket bad better lay aside
your deadly weapon. At the frontier or in
barbarous lands or ns an officer of tbe law
about to make an arrest such arming may
be necessary, but no citizeu moving In
these civilized regions needs such rein
forcement. If you are afraid to go d iwn
these streets or along these country roads
without dagger or firearms, better ask
your grandmother to go with vou armed
With scissors and knitting needle. What
cowards, if not what intended murderers,
nselessly to carry weapons of deithl In
our two hands Qod gave us all the weapons
we need to carry.
Again, tbe baud is the chief executive of
ficer of tbe soul for affording belp. Just
see bow that hand is constructed! H -w
easily you can lower it to raise the fallen!
How easily it Is extended to feel the in
valid's pulse, or gently wipe away tbe tear
of orphanage, or contribute alms, or
smooth the excited brow, or beckon into
safety! Oh, tbe helping bands! There are
hundreds of thousands of them, and the
world wants at least 1,600,000,000 of tbem.
Hands to bless others, hands to rescue
others, bands to save others. What are
all these schools and churches and asylums
of mercy? Outstretched bands. What are
all those hands distributing tracts and car
rying medicines and trying to cure blind
eyes and deaf ears and broken bones and
disordered intellects and wayward sons?
Helping hands. Let each one of ns add to
that number. If we have two, or If through
casualty only one add that one. It these
bands which we have so long kept thrust
Into pockets through indolence or folded
In indifference or employed in writing
wrong things or doing mean things or
heaving up obstacles In the way of righte
ous progress might from this hour be con
secrated to helping others out and up and
on, they would be bands worth being
raised on tbe resurrection morn and worth
clapping In eternal gladness over a world
redeemed.
Tbe great artists of tbe ages Raphael
and Leonardo de Vinci and Qnontln Matsys
and Beuibrandt and Albert Durer and Ti
tian have done their best in picturing the
face of Christ, but none except Ary Schef
fer seems to have put much stress upon the
band of Christ. ladeed. the mercy of that
band, tbe gentleness of tbat hand, la be
yond all artistic portrayal. Some of His
mlraciea He performed by word of mouth
and without touching tbe subject before
Him, but most of them He performed
through tbe band. Was the dead damsel
to be raised to life? "He took ber by the
hand." Was tbe blind man to have optlo
nerve restored? "He took blm by the
trnnd." Was tbe demon to be ei orcUed
from a suffering man? "He took him by
tbe band." Tbe people saw tbis and be
sought Him to put His band upon their af
lioted ones.
His own bands free, see how the Lord
sympathized with the man who bad lost
the use of bis band. It was a case of
atrophy, a wasting away until the arm and
hand had been reduced in size beyond any
me ileal or surgical restoration. More
over, it was bis right band, the most im
portant of tbe two, for tbe left side in all
its parts Is weaker than tbe right side, and
we involuntarily In any exigency put out
the right hand because we' know it Is the
best band. So that poor man had lost
more than halt of his physical armament.
It would not have been so bad if it had
beeu the left band. But Clnist looked at
that shriveled up right hand dangling
nwiMtif at the man's side and then cried
out with a voice tbat had omnipotence in
It, "Stretch forth thy band," and the
record is, "He stretched It forth whole as
tbe other." Tbe blood rushed through the
shrunken veins, and tbe shortened
muscles lengthened, and tbe dead nerves
thrilled, and tbe lifeless Angers tingled
with resumed circulation, and the restored
man held up in the presence of the skep
tical Pharisees one of Jehovuh's master
pieces, a perfect hand. No wonder tbat
story is put three times in tbe Bible, so
that it a sailor were cast away on a barren
island or a soldier's New Testament got
mutilated In battle and whole pages are
destroyed tbe shipwrecked or wounded
man in hospital would probably have at
least one ot those three radiant stories of
wdat Christ thought of the human hand.
How often has the hand decided a des
:iuyl Mary, Queen of Scots, was escaping
from imprisonment at Lochlever In tbe
dress ot a laundress and had her face
thickly veiled. When a boatman attempted
!Xr7T!e VY!!! 8b" "X, heTa i to
ffitnJ'Zi
took her hack to c'anHvll. Ac-ln nrf
again it has been demonstrated that the
hand hath a language as certainly as tbe
mouth. Palmistry, or the science by which
character and destiny are read iu tbe
lines of the hand, is yet crude and uncer
tain and unsatisfactory, but as astrology
was tbe mother of astronomy and alchemy
was the mother ol chemistry it may be
tli.it palmistry will result in a science yet
to be born.
Again, as the chief executive officer ot
the soul, behold tbe band busy in the arts!
What a comparatively dull place tbis
world would be without pictures, without
statuary, without music, without architec
ture! Have you ever realized wbat Arty
sreming miracles are in the Ave minutes'
fluttering of piano or harp or Aute? Who
but the eternal Qod could make a hnnd
capable ot that swift sweep of tbe keys or
tbat quick feeling of the pulses of a Aute
or the twirl of the Angers amid tbe strings
of the harp? All tbe composers of music
wlio drenmed out the oratorios a:id tbe
cantatas of tbe ages would have had their
work dropped flat and useless but tor the
translations of tbe band. Under tbe d jft
Angers of the performer what cavalries
gallop and what batteries boom and what
birds carol and what tempests march and
what oceans billow! Tbe great architects
of the earth might have thought out the
Albambras and the Parthenons and the
ISt. Sophias and the Taj Mahals, but all
those visions would have vanished had it
not been for tbe baud on hammer, on
plummet, on trowel, on wall, on arob, on
pillar, on stairs, on dome.
In two discourses, one concerning tho
ene-aud the otber concerning tbe eye, I
8 ke from the potent text io tbe Psalms,
"He that planted tbe ear, shall He bOt
hear?" and "He that formed the eye, shall
He not see?" but wbat use ia the eye and
what nse In the ear if the hand had not
been strung with all its nerves and moved
with all its muscles and reticulated with
all its joints and strengthened with all Its
boues and contrived with all Its ingenui
ties! The band bath forwarded all the arts
and tunneled tbe mountains through
which the rail train thunders and launched
all the shipping and fought all the buttles
and built all tbe temples and swung all the
caoles nndertbesea as well as lifted to
midair the wire tracks on which whole
trains of thought rush across the con
tinents and built all the cities and hoisted
the pyramids.
Do not eulogize the eye and ear at the
expense of the band, for tbe eye may be
blotted out, as In tbe case of Milton, and
yet his hand writes a "Paradise Lost" or a
"Samson Agonistes;" as in the case of Will
iam H. Prescott, and yet bis band may
write the enchanting "Conquest ot Peru."
Or tbe car may be silenced forever, as In
the case of Beethoven, and yet his hand
mav put into immortal cadences tbe "Ninth
Symphony." Oh, tbe band! The Ood
fashioned hand! Tbe triumphant hand! I:
is an open Bible of Divine revelation, and
tbe Ave Angers are tbe Isalab and tbe K.e
kiel and tbe David and tbe Micah and tbe
Paul of that almighty inspiration.
' A pastor in his sermon told how a little
ebild appreciated tbe value of his hand
when he was told that on the morrow it
must be amputated in order to save his
life. Hearing thul, he went to a quiet
Elnce and prayed tbat Qod would spare
Is band. The surgeon, coming the next
day to do bis work, found tbe hand so
much better that amputation was post
poned, and tbe band got well. The pastor,
telling of this In a sermon, concluded by
holding up his hand and saying, 'That is
the very hand tbat was spared In an
swer to prayer, and I hold it up, a monu
ment of Divine mercy."
Again, the hand in the chief executive of
ficer of the soul when wrung In agony.
Tears of relief are sometimes denied to
trouble. Tbe eyelids at such time are as
hot and parched and burning as the brow.
At such time even tbe voice is suppressed,
and there is no sob or outcry. Then tbe
wringing of the band tells tbe story. At
the close ot a life wasted In sin sometimes
comes that expression of tbe twisted
Angers the memory of years that will
never return, of opportunities the like ot
which will never again occur, and con
science ia its wrath pouncing upon the
soul, and all the past a horror, only to be
surpassed by the approaching horror. So a
man wrings his hands over tbe casket of h
dead wife whom he has cruelly treated.
So a man wrings his bauds at tbe fate of
sous aud daughters whose prospects have
beeu rained by bis inebriety and neglect and
depravity. So tbe siuuer wrings bis
bauds when, after a life full of oiTers ot
pardon arid peace ami heaven, he dies
without hope. Wbentherenre sorrows too
poignant for lamentation on the lip aud
too hot for the tear glands to write in let
ters of crystal on the cheek, the baud re
cites tbe tragedy with more emphasis than
anything iu "Macbeth" and "King Lear."
But it Is Dot always in such glad g eeting
that we can employ our right baud. Alas
that so often we have to employ tin, hand
In farewell salutation! If your right baud
retained some impress ot all such use-, It
would be a volume of bereavomuuts. Oh.
the goodbys la which your right hand has
participated! Goodby at the steamhoat
wharf. QooJby at t ie rail tr:iin win-low.
Qoodhy before the opening of the battle.
Goodby at the dying pillow. We all n.-erieil
grace for such handshakings, thou:;'t our
hand was strong and their hand was weak,
and we will need criice for tbe coa.ing
goodbys, and that grace we had betierpeelc
wlule amid the felicities of l.en 1( It i.ml
homes uii'iroken. Thank Go J there will
be no goodby in beuvenl
If all men were to perish who did not
succeed in obtaining what they wish,
all mankind would die.
To take the long end of the lever
against love is to pry ourselves out of
existence as human beings.
Pitch in, young man! and remember
this the world don't owe you but one
thing a decent funeral.
Truth generally flashes a light on us
not becoming to our style of beauty.
World's coal fields cdver 471,800 square
miles.
There is a certain kind of laziness
that often succeeds the best.
Wind is not wisdom.
Serve and deserve.
The obedient man gains obedience.
Motives are greater than methods.
Farm Notes.
A CENSUS OF FLORICULTURE.
Washington, D. C. Owing to the un
usual intelligence of florists as a class,
and the fact that the statistics of their
business which the Census Office re
quires, relate almost entirely to the
year 1899, a plan has been formed for
taking an early census of floriculture
by mail, on special schedules, and to
tabulate and publish the returns there
of early,, while other branches of the
great work of enumeration are In pro
gress. There are approximately 10.500 flo
rists irt the United States. The names
and addresses of a majority of them
have been secured and classified by the
Division of Agriculture in the Census
Office, and each known proprietor will
soon receive a copy of tbe special
schedule devoted to this Interest. It
will be accompanied by a list (so far
aa ascertained) of all the florists in his
section, to be by him corrected, added
to and returned to the department for
use in making the record complete and
reliable.
This special schedule is not elaborate
or complicated. It may be filled out
easily and quickly by any florist who
keeps a reasonably accurate sun of his
business. It asks for the 1899 acreage
devoted to floriculture and of each
crop or variety of plants and flowers;
the total area of square feet under
glass and the area of each crop or va
riety of flower or plant raised there
under; the number of persons employed
and the total wages paid to them; the
amount expended for catalogues, pos
tage and fertilizers respectively, and
the gross receipts from the sales in
each subdivision of the business.
No private Individuals will be per-
TV. it t a i fn V. i . -u ..-..it-rt ti . Vi i nh.il.
J ules after they have been filled out and
returned, no will the names of per-
i 80ns or firm8 Biving
sons or firms giving information be
published in the census report. Fig
ures only will be used and published,
and the entire process and record of
gathering Information will be confi
dential. As the law requires the regular enu
merators to obtain certain information
as to tenure, value, etc., during their
visits in June, the next census of flori
culture, if the florists themselves shall
be prompt and conscientious in filling
j out and returning the special schedules
soon to be sent to them, will be the
most perfect in history.
They will be put to no expense, as the
necetsary stationery. with envelopes
properly franked, will be provided for
their use.
Washington, D. C. The preliminary
work of the Census Office in collecting
data relative to the arid and sub-humid
regions shows that during the past
ten years vast areas have been re
claimed by irrigation, both by ditching
from running streams and drilling for
subterranean waters.
Where only a few years ago the sage
brush struggled for existence in the
midst of a waste of alkali and sand,
to-day are fields of waving grain and
blossoming orange-groves. Hundreds
of miles of canals and ditches have been
constructed; hundreds of wells have
been sunk, and thousands of acres of
land have been cultivated in zones
where once the desolation of Sahara
, reigned.
Moistened by fresh waters and fer
!tilizedjby the rich silt of the swift
j mountain -Tf" - .tf!"?
Southwest, have become as fertile ae
I the famous Valley of the Nile, and send
forth crops of endless variety and ex
! ceeding abundance.
' Irrigation is Intensive farming. Where
I the water supply is ample, it is sure
i farming. There are no failures, and
: crops are enormous. The experienced
Irrigator is like the trained engineer
with his hand on the lever. The move-
rnents of his hand regulate the amount
; of water supplied to his fields as those
of the engineer control his engine.
I In most of the irrigable sections of
I the West, fertilizers have never been
! used, although the land has been con
i stantly cultivated for over two centu
I ries. In many sections fields may be
1 seen which have yielded successive
crops of wheat for forty years and show
no diminution of productive strength.
Wonderful progress is shown in the
methods of constructing canals, dams
and pumping machinery, and in the
manner of distributing water. Modern
inventions in machinery have greatly
lessened the time, labor and cost of
construction and management and
made possible many gigantic enter
prises of land reclamation and water
utilization.
Mountains have been tunneled and
whole rivers have been lifted from
their beds and spread over the vaiieys
precisely as wanted. High up in the
ranges and on the elevated plateaus
immense storage reservoirs have been
constructed to impound the flood-waters
of the streams so that the thirsty
land below shall not suffer during the
long rainless summer.
As the successful solution of the
problem of conservation of flood waters
means the reclamation of millions of
acres of public land, the people natur
ally ask the Government to promote
measures having this end in view. To
this demand the Government responds.
Lands containing excellent reservoir
sites have been set aside and a thor
ough study of the sources and perma
nence of the water supply of arid re
gions has been made to enable Con
gress to legislate with intelligence upon
this important subject.
In aid of this work the Twelfth Cen
sus will endeavor comprehensively to
show the present condition and values
of Agriculture in the arid and sub-humid
regions: the length, irrigable ex
tent and co3t of the various canals,
wells and ditches; the character, vol
ume and constancy of water supply;
systems employed in distribution;
amount paid for water and the crops;
acreage, and yield of Irrigated farms.
This effort will be successful if those
Interested in Irrigation shall heartily
co-operate with the Census Office and
Its agents.
Within a brief period the main sched
frtr tnkincr thp ppnnUR nf IrrieAtlnn
' will be distributed, and Director Mer-
riam requests that all recipients pre
pare properly to fill them out and to
return them promptly.
The thousands of shocks of corn on
the ground on the rarms along the
lines of the railroads are evidences of
the enormous waste of corn fodder that
annually occurs. Some of this wet,
frosted and dry material is thrown into
the barnyard for the cattle to pick
over, thus exposing the animals to the
cold. There is considerable labor de
voted to corn fodder before It Is put
In shock and such labor is thrown away
because the fodder is left in the fields
to be injured. The use of the fodder
when it is in good condition would per
mit of the sale of hay, and thus in
crease the revenue.
In a warm climate fruit Is sufficient
to sustain life, but up in the Arctic re
gions oil and fat are essential. In the
feeding of live stock the temperature
of the atmosphere should always be
considered. Hundreds of farmers feed
the same ration the year round. So
much corn or oats is given whether the
season is winter or summer. The ani
mals may eat all that 'is allowed, but
I they become fat In summer and do not
gain In winter. During severely cold
I weather a large proportion of grain
! should be given, especially of corn,
1 while the supply of hay should not be
i reduced.
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