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QL. LI. MHTFIilNTOWlN. JUJSTATA COUNTY, FENN., WEDNESDAY, FEBRUARY 21, 1900. NO. 11.
CHATTER XIX.
Of that night's fatal work the country
lide remains in complete ignorance. Of
Mr. pvsarl's sudden death it hears the
following naming with a feeling- of
itrong curiosity, hut with none of regret,
rhe funeral that takes place on the third
jiy Is small, certainly, yet. considering
11 thin:- the dead man's open hostility
to hii neirlil'rs. and the dearth of hos
pitality that characterized his sojourn
among them larger than might hare
been i'J't- t-l. and at all erents select.
Ami'DC ethers Lord Kiversdale attended
out of cempiiiient, it was supposed, to
Seat"n. a" he and the old man had never
lo much a- seen each other's features.
But it as fmiiid impossible to conceal
the eiisteiice .f Sedley from the two
flrls. Peyton had undertaken to give
them a rather careful account of what
ha J happened : and in truth, when all
a told, he was almost as much at sea
ibwut it as they were, as the stranger re
mained a stranger to him. Sedley had
determined t reveal the secret hold he
hail bad i.n Mr. Iiysart to Seaton, think
ing the latter would make good his fath
er's promises.
It is in the old man's private den that
he dues this. Going up to the old-fash-lum-d
bin run he, by a subtle touch, Un
links the secret spring.
The door falls back, the hudden shelves
i:id ili.-ir contents lie all unconcealed.
Seizins upon a fast yellowing parchment,
Sedley draws it out. and overcome by
fatigue and excitement, drops upon his
knees. KnserTy he opens and scans It,
ind then holds it out to Dysart.
"Compare that," says he, in a high
tone of triumph, "with the. will of your
grandfather, that left all to Gregory Dy
lart, cutting out the elder son. Compare
it, 1 say, and you will see that this was
executed three years later than that oth
erthat other which is now in force, and
has been these tweuty years.
Mechanically Dysart takes it. Xo word
escapes him. Speech, indeed, is impossi
ble to him, so busy is his mind trying to
lake in all the miserable dishonor of the
itory ihnt as yet has but the bald out
lines iaid before him.
"No one knew of it but me, says Sed
ley. feverishly, yet with an undercurrent
f delicious excitement in the recital.
"But nie and Grunch. What she made
ut of it no one can tell, as the old chap's
.ne, but she's as knowing a tile in my
pinion as you'd meet in a day's walk,
l'ou can see our two signatures. Eh,
:au't you read 'em? We witnessed it.
We alone knew, and he bought us over.
Well, 'twas worth a quid or two; 'tis a
fine old place." ' "
Dysart makes no answer. - Ha has sup
Irrted himself against a table near him,
nd is gazing blankly, hopelessly, through
tlie window at tb. dull landscape outside.
11- sees nothing, heeds nothing, save the
roice of the man who is speaking.
" "1'was felony, mind you, besides the
fact of having to give up the money, and
property, and all, so 1 knew I could turn
5n the screw as tight aa I liked. . But,'
tie laughs, "you see, I counted without
my host. I never dreamed the old man
soul.l show fight like that. He took it
hardly, my return guesa he believed me
j.nd. and resented the breath in' me
m l I shouldn't wonder if, after all these
rears, he had got to believe the place,
money and everything, was legally his
ow n "
. Still Dysart says nothing. He has In-Jp-d
withdrawn his dull eyes from the
it, ne without, and is now staring with
unseeing eyes at the parchment that tells
him how the property was never his fath
er's, but was left to his uncle, and how
his father suppressed the will, and kept
the property in spite of law and honor,
nd all things that go to give a sweet
lavor to man's life on earth. It bad never
ben his father's, all this huge property,
it never would be his. And if not, whose?
Vera's? He starts as if shot.
"Is that all?" he asks.
"Well, no. Xot quite. Your face say.
fery politely that you'd be glad to see my
back, but business first, pleasure after
ward.'' He grins. "It is as good for us
to come to terms now as later."
"Terms?" repeats Dysart, gazing at
him darkly.
"Ay, why not? D'ye think you'll get
ut of it scot freer
I'ysait stares at him as if scarcely
comprehending.
"W ant time to think it over like your
re-peet.-d parent?" with a sneer. "Not
for in-, my lad. We'll settle now or nev
er. You see you're in my power, and
I'm not the one to "
"Sir, 1 am in no man's power," says
I'y- i't. calmly. "I trust I never shall
Qe. This will," striking it with his hand,
"through which my uncle and his daugh
ter have been been fraudulently" he
nay-i the word with difficulty "kept ont
Df t!u ir property for so many years, shall
be .a once restored to its proper owner."
A yel!.,w tint overspreads Sedley's face.
As if entirely overcome, he sinks upon a
chair.
"You'll surrender?" he says with a
. f?lTl
"And your father's memory? How
Ifc. ' ...... n lu.urt a ... l J ,
ff-X-1'- "' like to hear bim branded
I ro'tr.iiiou swindler, whom death aloni
lone sav-
l I ed t r. mi the law's grip?"
rtysart blanches. Involuntarily he puts
out his band and seizes the chair next
him and clings to it as if for support. No,
no. that he could not endure.
"I will give you 500 the day I see
foil on board a steamer sailing for Aus
tralia." says Dysart with dry lips and a
fceart -hat seems dead within him. ."1
m now. comparatively speaking, a poor
fan." his words coming from him slowly,
mechanically, in a dull, expression! ef
Wa.T- "I can offer you no more."
"Double It," says Sedley. "and I'll
wave the country to-morrow."
'I haven't it at this moment, but 1 1
"are sav I shall be able to manage it,"
ays Dysart. iu the same wornout, indif
Jfcreut manner. "In the meantime, while
1 1!7 to get it. I shall require of you that
Tou stay within this bouse and hold
Beech with no one save Grunch."
"Well. I (joss m chance it," says Sed-
after a long glance at the young
11a" pale, earnest face.
CHAPTER XX.
!th the fatal will clasped In hU
Jnnd. ilvsarr .tralirhe tn th .mull
31.,
be
r,"ig room, where he knows he will
"'re to find Vera. Twili-ht la besin-
"'g to fall, and already the swift herald
" niKht is proclaiming the approach of .
Joking. She start, slightly .. he come,
alr wk0."7 di8tnrb J00" "T" Dy
w. effrt at calmness, "but it
th.t-!l" eCeM"7 th" 1 honM come,
"I am glad yon have come. I, too,
touch of nervousness in her tone "I
aIm".1 k1w U U imP"ible that we
should stay here any longer. Our uncle,
who was our guardian, is gone and"
!.t,. ,ri8en to,her feet mnd looking
af him In sore distress-"! have wanted
to speak to you about It for a long time;
I thought, perhaps, yon would help ns
to find another home." He can see that
she suffers terribly in having to throw
herself upon his good nature, to openly
nemsnd his assistance. "We must leave
this, and at once," says she, stammering
a little, and with a slight miserable break
In her voice.
"Too will net hare to look for anothei
home," says he; "this U your own
house."
"Oh, nor drawing back with a haughty
feature; "I have told you it is impossi
ble. I shall certainly not stay here."
"As yon will," quite as haughtily. "It
will be in your power for the future to re
side exactly where you please, but if the
fear of seeing me here is deciding you
against thia place, pray be satisfied on
that point; I hare no longer the smallest
claim to consider myself master here."
Warned by a change in his manner.
Vera looks at him.
"Something has happened?" she says,
abruptly.
"Yes; something I find it difficult to ex
plain to you."
Still he managea to tell her all and to
show her her grandfather's will the will
which his father had suppressed all these
years.
"But this ia horrible:" she says, faint
ly, when he had finished. "I won't have
it'" She throws out her hands aa though
in renunciation. "Why should I deprive
you of your home? Give me enough to
live on elsewhere with Griselda, but "
"Ton are quick to fall Into error," says
he, grimly. I have begged yon already
to try to grasp the situation. It is I,
it appears, I wbV he hesitates, and
after finding it InJpossible to speak of
his father, goes on "who have deprived
you of your home. Yon must see that. I
beg," slowly, "that you will not permit
rourself any further foolish discussion
on this subject."
He turns away abruptly. There ' is
something so solitary, so utterly alone in
his whole air, that without giving her
self time for thought she springs to her
feet and calls to him.
"Where are yon going? To sit alone?
To brood over all this? Oh, do not.
Why," going swiftly to him and standing
before him with downcast lips and trem
bling fingers and quickened breath, "why
not stay here with me for a little while
and let us discuss all this together and
try to see a way out of it?"
"My way is plain before me; it wants
no discussion," says Dysart, resolutely,
refusing to look at her.
' "You mean," tremulously, "that yon
will not stay?" One white hand hanging
t her side closes upon a fold of her soft
olack gown and crushes' it convulsively.
"I mean," in an uncompromising tone,
'that I fully understand your mistaken
findness the sacrifice of your inclina
tions you would make and decline to
profit by it"
"You are disingenuoua. What you
really mean Is," in a low tone, "that you
will not forgive."
"There Is nothing to forgive, save my
presumption."
He operas the door deliberately and
closes it with a firm hand behind him.
Vera, left standing thus cavalierly in the
middle of the room, with the knowledge
full upon her that she has been alighted.
spurned, her kind intentions ruthlessly
flung back upon her, lets the quick, pas
sionate blood rise upward, until it dyes
cheek and brow, bne presses her hand
upon her throbbing heart, and then all at
once it comes to her that she is no long
er poor, forlorn, but rich, one of the rich
est commoners in England. And with
this comes, too, a sense of deeper deso
lation than she baa as yet known. Drop
ping into a chair, she covers her face
with her hands and cries as if her heart
is broken.
CHAPTER XXI.
Three months have come and gone.
Great changes have these three months
brought. They have unhoused Seaton
Dysart and given his inheritance into the
hands, the most unwilling hands, of his
cousin. Hands too small to wield so
large a scepter.
But Mr. Peyton has nobly come to hei
rescue. It Is to him that most of the
innovations owe their birth. The hand
some landan, the pony trap, the single
brougham, all have been bought by him.
He has perfectly reveled in die choosing
of them, and has perforce dragged the re
luctant Vera up and down to town, aid
ed manfully by Griselda. now his wife,
who has also been reveling, to view the
everal carriages, and give her verdict
thereon.
To-day ia rich in storm and rain. The
heavens seem to have opened. Down
from their watery home come the heavy
drops, deluging the gannt shrubberies,
(utini intn thA sndden earth auch
presumptuous snemones and daffodils as
have aarea to snow iatir ncn.
the leaping fire, book in hand, having
resigned all hope of seeing visitors to
day when the sound of carriage wheels
on the gravel outaide the window, the
echo of a resounaing snocs, "
. . i AA.,amnlatMl renose.
. j ,1,.,. i. little oulck rushl
auu no t. -.-- " -
through the ball, a springing step up
staircase, the rustle or "
the ante-room beyond, a voice that makes
Vera start eagerly to her feet, and pres
ently Mrs. Peyton, looking supremely
happy, and. therefore, charming, flings
herself Into her sister's arms. . ,
"Oh, I am too glad to be surprised,
says Vera, fondly.
"You're an improvident person, says
Mrs Peyton, Deeming . ,
"rmi-i- of fur. that clothe her dainty
form. "Grace telegraphed for us, to help
hewith a dinner party that Is to come,
off to-night; so come
so close to yon, I felt I shooW see you
or die." . - - '-- '
"It's selfish, I know, but I'm so glad to
have you. Let me take off your furs.
What a delicious coat! Yon hadn't that
when I was down with you, eh?"
"No. It's a new one. Tom gave it to
me. He's absurder than ever. But I
haven't braved the elements to talk
about him. It ia about Seaton I want
to tell you."
"Seaton? To come out such a day ai
this to talk of Beaton! But why? It
must be something very serious," says
Vera, changing color perceptibly.
"Vera, I cannot help regarding ns yon
snd me as in part criminals. Poor, deal
fellow, it must have been a blow to lose
everything in one fell swoop. And yet
what more CM Id we have done than what
we did do? To the half of our kingdom
we offered him, but, as you know, he
would none of us!"
"I know all that. We hare discussed
tt a thousand times."
"The face is, Seaton is leaving Eng and
forever, and he has a desire, a longing he
cannot subdue, and, I'm sure, a most
natural one, to aee his old home before
he goes."
"WeUT ssys Vera, coldly.
"Well," In exactly the same tone, witi
a little mockery thrown in, "that's thf
whole of It, He wants to get a last look
at the old place before leaving it for
ever. At least, that ia how he puts It
Can he come? that ia the question.: 1
really think It would be only decent If
you were to drop him a line and ask him.
It would be the most graceful thing, at
all events."
An hour later Griselda drives back tt
the Friars with the coveted note front
Vera to Seaton In her hand.
(To be continued.)
BREAD 1.800 YEARS OLD.
toavet that Were Being Baked When
Pompeii Was Destroyed.
Sufferers from Indigestion are ad
vised to eat stale bread; the staler the
better, they are told. There la In th
museum at Naples some bread which
ought to be stale enough for anybody.
It was baked one day in August, 78
A. D, In one of the curious ovens still
to be seen at Pompeii.
More than eighteen centuries, there
fore, have elapsed since It was drawn
"all hot" and Indigestible from the
oven. So it may claim to be the old
est bread In the world. You may see
It In a glass case on the upper floor of
the museum. There are several loaves
of it, one still bearing; the Impress of
the baker's name.
In shape and size they resemble the
small cottage loaves of England, but
not in appearance, for they are as
black as charcoal, which, In fact, they
closely resemble. This was not their
original color, but they hare become
carbonized, and if eaten would proba
bly remind on of charcoal biscuits.
When new they may have weighed
about a couple of pounds each, and
were most likely raised with leaven,
as Is most of the bread in- oriental
countries at the present time.
The popular Idea that Pompeii wai
destroyed by lava la a fallacious one.
If a lava stream had descended upon
the city the bread and everything else
In the place would have been utterly
destroyed. Pompeii was really burled
under ashes and fine cinders, called by
the Italians lapllli. On that dreadful
day In August, when the great erup
tion of Vesuvius took place, showers
of fine ashes fell first upon the doomed
city, then showers of laplllL then more
ashes and more lapllli, until Pompeii
was covered over to a depth In placet
of fifteen and even twenty feet.
Other comestibles besides the) bread
were preserved, and may now be seen
in the same room In the museum. There
are various kinds of grain, fruit, vege
tables and even pieces of meat. Most
Interesting is a dish of walnuts, some
cracked ready for eating, others whole.
Though carbonized, like all the othet
eatables, they have preserved their
characteristic wrinkles and lines.
There are flgs, too, and pears, the
former rather shriveled, as one would
expect after all these years, the latter
certainly no longer "Juicy." But per
haps the most interesting relic In the
room Is a honeycomb, every cell of
which can be distinctly made out. It
Is so well preserved that It is hard to
realize that the comb is no longer wax,
nor the honey, honey.
A piece of the comb seems to have
been cut out, and one can imagine
some young Pompellan having helped
himself to It and sitting down to eat
it, when be had to Jump up and fly fot
his life. One cannot help wondering
what became of the piece whether the
young fellow took it with him and ate
it as he ran, or whether he left It on
his plate. Intending to return for it
when the eruption was over.
Made It Herself.
"Did you dream on Amy's wedding
cake?"
"Mm yes; I thought It was safer tt
put it under my pillow and dream on
it than to eat It and hare the night
mare." PhlUidelphlaBulletin.
The royal crown of Persia, which
Jates back to remote ages, is In the
form of a pot of flowers, surmounted
by an uncut ruby the size of a hen'i
eg- -
Useful Hints.
Tou can take out spots from wash
poods by rubbing them with the yolk
of eggs before washing.
A mote may be removed from the
eye, or the pain at least alleviated, by
putting a grain of flaxseed under the
lid.
m. nU.M tint wn ter rnnner boilerf.
get three cents' worth of oxalic acid at
your druggist's, put it in a pint bottle
end All it with cold water. Pour It over
the boiler while it Is hot, rubbing it
down quickly with a cloth, and polish
ing it over with a dry piece of flannel.
The bottle snouia De marnea pouhmi.
To remove paint from cotton, silk or
i- wia a t lira to the Knot with
t V'oii:n uuuw,
spirits of turpentine and let it remain
Feveral hours, then rub it between the
hands. It will crumble away without
injuring either tne coior or lexiure u
the article.
A nerfect method of cleaning a wool-
en caxpei la luid' -
butcher a fresh beef gall, break it into
a nan. pour one-half into a pail and
nearly nu - uo . . ...
water- take a course cloth and, having
brushed the carpet thoroughly, rub it
hard with the cloth thoroughly wet
with the gall water. Do a email piece
at a time; have a dry cloth ready at
hand and rub the carpet dry. So pro
ceed until the whole carpet Is cleaned.
A BnEVET -
GtO HEBE are more things In the
' jT service than brass buttons and
dashing cavalrymen, and dying
at the post of duty, and the rest of the
stock phrases of romance. There are a
few fixed principles and some preju
dices which It is Just as well not to run
up against, because the service can take
revenge upon occasions. Ordinarily a
moderate amount of tact and common
decency will take you through' until
you have learned those things which
are set down in neither the drill manual
nor the regulations. But Miss Hadley
had only beauty and pure cheek. She
came from somewhere down the south
ern way Los Angel, s. or San Diego,
or something, to visit the Strongs at
Angel Island. And from the moment
she set foot upon the landing she began
to make herself unpopular. She had bad
visions of stopping ashore among a
group of kneeling lieutenants, rather
after the fashion of the accredited
paintings or the "Landing of Colum
bus" or the "Jesuit Fathers." But the
lieutenants were busy, or they were
taking naps, or sitting on their frout
porches, with their feci on the railings.
They crossed the bay to the city dally,
and graced every cotillion and function
worth speaking of. and beautiful girls
were not new. They had never even
heard that Miss Hadley was beauMfuL
They were In deep darkness concerning
the local belles of wherever it was.
down south. "
However, several of them met her at
dinner that night and the rest called
afterwards, as Is the custom. Miss
Hadleydld not know It was the custom.
She thought It was nil on her own ac
count, and that the post was beginning
to come to Its senses, which made ber
yet more arrogant. Some dispositions
thrive upon being made much of, re
turning courtesy with good coin; but
the latent meanness of others warm
to life as the snake on the wood chop
per's hearth. As if there were not
enough unattached men to occupy ber,
she turned ber attention pointedly to
La Roche, and when she saw bis wife
wince she redoubled her energies.
I -a Roche was French, and flirtatious,
and clever. And whatever else was to
be said of Miss Hadley. she was clever,
too. In a worldly sort of way. But Mrs.
Ia Roche was stupid, and blusblngly
aware of ber stupidity. Still, she was
a good-hearted little thing, and bad
done a kind turn to every "one in the
garrison at one time or another, and it
resented, seeing hermade -Jealously
wretched, ber pale eyes filling and her
lips quivering, as the beauty drew La
Roche to a remote corner and leveled
her batteries upon blm. Everybody was
scandalised and the feelings of the
bachelors were hurt. It was Just a little
too Insolent So they sought a punish
nient to fit the crime, and this Is what
they devised:
There .was one man who had not
called that first night It was Proctor,
the adjutant He bad been over In the
city at a dinner. When he came back
by the first boat In the morning, a dep
utation met him at the wharf and car
ried blm off to bis quarters, and told
him what was expected of him.
"I'm not sure that I like the part,
though, you know," said Proctor, when
they had explnlned. Tbey Impressed
upon him that the dignity of the service
demanded It also that It would be very
good for the girl. Proctor said It would
fall through at once.
"We only want It to last a day or
two." said the deputation.
On that understanding be consented.
"But I won't lie you know," he told
tbem. "You'll have to do any of that"
"It won't be necessary," they assured
him "If sbe asks which Is unlikely
we will say with one accord that you
are a brevet-bachelor." You will not
find the definition of that In the tactics
So Proctor went over to the Strongs'
quarters, and found Miss Hadley, got
ten up in the sort of morning-robe that
It is not customary to display to the
gaze of several hundred soldiers, more
or less. In a corner of the porch with
La Roche. Proctor outited him In about
ten minutes. He fought openly, dwell
ing upon the charms of I -a Roche's four
small children, the details of the cun
ning things they said, and of the lost
attack of croup of the youngest; how
its "Da-da" bad nursed It and how the
babies loved bim. Miss Hadley laughed.
That hurt La Roche's self-esteem, and
be went borne.
Then Proctor started In to do as he
was bid. It was a pleasant game
enough. Miss Hadley could be agree
able when she chose. Sbe was the one
man-nt-a-tlme stamp of girl, and for the;
nonce Proctor was the man. He stayed
all the morning, also to luncheon, also
all the afternoon. Part of the time they
played together on the mandolin and
guitar, and for the rest they talked.
Then be stayed to dinner, and until
some time after taps. When official
duties called bim off he was back again
surprisingly soon.
Of course there was the chance In this
kind of thing that Miss Hadley might
grow sick of blm. But be took lt There
was the better chance that she would
be very much flattered, and Proctor be
lleved that he was the sort of fellow
who could be Interesting for eighteen
hours at a stretch.
"It's not fair," Mrs. Strong protested
to her husband.
"You'd have thought It so. If It had
been me Instead of La Roche." be sug
gested.
"But It's not fair to Ella." sbe Insist
ed, weakly. -
"Ella will thlnlf if s a good Joke,
which tt la He has written her the
whole thing. He told me so."
"But la it right of ns? Miss Hadley is
or guest."
"Oh, no, she's not; that's a mistake
We are here on sufferance. You are
useful to order the meals and I to guard
her against Intruders on their tete-a-tetes."
He reminded ber of episodes In
(woof f this.
BACeHELOn.
CO
"Has she asked yon about hiraT' Mrs
Strong wanted to know.
He said that sbe bad. "And 1 told her
that be was a brevet-bachelor. Proctor
himself came In at the moment and she
dropped It Now you be still for a day
or two and let things lake their course,"
And tbey took It at band-gallop.
Miss Hadley might have guessed that
one first lieutenant could never have
afforded all the fancy boxes of flowers
and candies that came over for her. In
Proctor's name, by about every boat
But sbe did not stop to reflect prob
ably; and sbe was mightily pleased.
, both with herself and him. Wbere-
. upon sbe was still more disagreeable to
every one else.
But a tiny cloud began to float across
ber blue sky. The flowers and sweets
were many and arrived regularly, and
when they wanted Proctor at the adju
tant's office they sent for him to the
Strongs'. And. yet though the week
of ber visit was drawing to a close, he
was no nearer to love-making than upon
the first day. She grew a trifle uneasy.
It was not that sbe wanted Proctor, but
. that sbe wanted to know sbe could have
him. So sbe condescended. In the di
lemma, to speak to her host "Mr. Proc
tor is a desperate flirt don't you
I think?" she asked. It was meant to be
' light but It was a shade anxious.
, That would have been Strong's cbanct
to have put an end to a Joke that was
' going too far. It had gotten away from
them, and the man to stop It refused to
rise. Strong funked. He looked mean.
ind said that he bad never known Proc
tor to flirt "He Is swathed In red tape,
as a general thing, bas notions of duty
nd the rest of It." Then be went off
and swore at Proctor In his own breast
Which Is human nature.
Proctor for his part swore at every
body else openly. "I'm so far in It now
that I don't know' bow to get out" be
Fakl; and tbey grinned and suggested
that be tell the truth and shame the
devil.
"And feel more of a confounded ass
than I do now."
"Consider you are avenging us,"
cooed the bachelors.
Me said rude things about tbem. They
asked what he would like tbem to do.
"Shall we come In a body the next
time you are en tete-a-tete and explain,
or shall we do it while you are absent
and can't defend yourself? Any way
you put It you will look a good deal of
j? cad.j-ou know.". ..They chuckled.
""Proct or sulked. "Mrs. Strong bas got
to do It" he announced.
"Mrs. Strong won't She feels about
as small as you do. She goes around
with the look of a stage conspirator.
You might draw off gradually," they
advised.
"I might make a qualified flat of my
self f said Proctor: "I've done It as It
Is." He departed to keep an engage
ment to walk around the island with
Miss Hadley.
When they started be made the sol
emn resolve that before they :.xt to
(iinrantine station sbe should know all.
l'.ut sbe swung Into the post as bliss
fully ignorant as she bad left It Ho
had funked again.
And at this point Fate came to his
aid. Tbey sat on the steps of the
Strongs' quarters, resting, when an or
derly brought a telegram for him and a
box for Miss Hadley. The box coutaln
ed violets. Proctor was pleased to th nk
what those little attentions were cost
lug the other bachelors, but lie glanced
nt bis own card, lying In the purple
fragrance, with loathing. Then he
opened the telegram, and put It hastily
In his pocket
Miss Hadley asked what It was. He
said that It was from some one be bad
to meet at the train to-morrow.
"Which train r said Miss Hadley.
"The train from the East" said Proc
tor. She told bim that she. too. was going
to the city on the early boat for a few
hours. "We may strike the same one
L-oniing back."
He thought tt would probably be his
unmentionable luck.
And it came to pass as Miss Had'ey
had predicted. They struck the same
boat She came aboard hurriedly.- Just
as the gang-plank was being drawn In,
and she looked about for Proctor, calm
ly, possessively, as though be must, of
course, be there. But he was not to be
seen. 3o she stood and talked to a
group of post people, as the boat swum
out into the bay and the foggy w.nd
Mew stiffly about tbem. Sbe was not
sensitive, yet she was dimly aware that
they were civil beyond their wont; even
there seemed a vague sympathy In
their manner. But sbe' was busy and
abstracted, watching for Proctor. He j
might lie below deck, or In the cabin.
At length he appeared, from the othet
side of the deck, walking with another
girl. The girl glanced at ber with a
half-smile. She was so pretty that Miss
Hadley's lips net, and sbe forgot what
she had been saying.
Proctor and the girl strolled to the
stern and stood there. Then Proctor
caught. Miss Hadley's amazed eye. and
lie raised bis hat But she beckoned.
It was assurance, to say the vecy least
but he went to ber, leaving the other
girL The group would have been glad
to melt away, but some way tt couldn't,
Then Miss Hadley's admirable and
perfect cool cheek reached Its zenith.
"Who Is your pretty friend?" she asked.
Brummel could not have been more
superb.
There was a pause. Some one might
have helped Proctor out but no one did.
A snicker came from the group and
turned Into a cough. Then the man In
Proctor came to his aid. the realization
that It was all everybody else's fault
anyway Miss Hadley's In particular.
He looked at her In stern reproach.
"She Is my wife. Miss Hadley."
The very winds and the screw were
hushed. In the silence Proctor's eyes
began to shift But Miss Hadley's own
were on his face, and they never mmtur-
ed. Somewhere In their limpid depth
there was a twinkle. About the corner
of her month there was an anuiUtak
ably amused twitch. She raised a
bunch of violets to bide It They wer
the ones that had come the day before
lie moved uneasily and met the eye
peering above the flowers again. Th!
time they held him.
"I wonder" Miss Hadley's voice cam
slowly, with a distinctness that mut
have penetrated even to the stern "I
wonder whether It Is I or you alt who
feels the most cheap? Take me to mc-t
your wife, Mr. Proctor."
And be took her. San Franclsce Argonaut
Unpleasant Bedf How.
The adventures of naturalists In odd
orners of the globe! rival the experi
ences of explorers In variety and Inter
est Dr. Maximilian Schumann, a Bel
gian naturalist. Journeyed through
Mexico, not many years ago, and here
Is one of the reminiscences which he
brought back with him:
I had gone a day's Journey on horse
back from the city of Zacatecas toward
the southeast to examine some ancient
Toltec ruins. -
I arrived at my destination late at
algbt and. lighted a fire within the ru'ni
:o make my supper. After eating 1
ipread my blanket and lay down. When
( awoke in the morning my first Impu'sc
was to stretch out my hand. I threw It
out from under the blanket and as I
did so It almost touched a big. poison
ous rattlesnake, quietly colled by my
tide. I escaped by the merest chance.
Looking toward my feet what wat
my astonishment to see six other rat
tlesnakes colled at Intervals over my
body.
The reptiles did not belong to the va
riety com ni vi ly known in California,
but were of a peculiarly poisonous spe
cies found in hot regions. When I light
ed my Ore In the evening It was too
lark to see the snakes, which, I pre
sume, had crept along the walls.
The altitude of the ruins Is nearlj
3.000 feet, and so the n'ghts are cold.
Vly fire had attracted the reptiles. When
they approached it they found my bed.
and discerning the warm blankets,
crawled upon them and went to sleep.
I extricated myself from the blanket
with Infinite care. Once on my feet I
was no longer afraid of the reptiles, but
as I already had specimens of tbem In
my collection. I killed tbem all ami
nailed tbem to the adobe wall with my
card on each.
Rifle Bollo'a.
It is found that rifle bu'lets fired from
'. distance of COO yardg i.SU rarely pen
etrate more than 24 Inches" of loose
Mirth, while a bink of earth, free from
(tones, 28 Inches in depth. Is considered
r:of against bullets fired from any
ange. On the other hand. If the earth
s beaten down. It will require a much
rreater depths as rammed earth offers
es; resistance than lo:se. Next to
Brought iron and steel plates gravel
ilaced between boards is found to of
'er the b?st resistance. Wood offers
:he least, with the exception of clay,
which, of course, depends upon the
im:unt of mo'sture In It. Although a
line-inch brick wall is considered bullet
:oof, yet it could be breached If about
150 rounds were fired on nearly the
nine spot at 200 yards range. Slmllar
y 800 rounds could breach a fourteen
nch wall if fired at the same range.
This table shows the thicknesses of ma
:er'.al required to stop a Lee-Metford
mullet:
Inches.
i ravel between boards 4
"Sood brick work
?ack of coal 12
tlard. dry mud wall 14
und . . ..; 2IJ
:arth 2
)ak .". 27
Jim 33
Peak 3ti
.4"
51ay 4
Wooden stockades are of little use un
ess they contain a core of gravel, brick
ir sautl. and sandbags or boxes filled
vlth earth should aim be banked up.
V bullet fired Into sand will always turn
o one side after It has entered a lltt'e
var.
Klondike Poniituneat.
According to the Omaha Bee. the peo
ile of Dawson City have adopted a nov
1 and effective cure for crime. It is a
nonster wood-pile, of a size to swe t tie
xtost hardened offender.
A man convicted of any offense Is
ompelied to saw wood. He saws ten
lours hours a day steadily, day after
lay, until his sentence expires. He
oust saw regardless of the weather.
In the most intense cold, the hardest
rain, the fiercest snowstorm, he Is com
pelled to continue sawing; and if the
lay bas not ten hours of light, lauterns
ire provided to enable blm to put In s
ull day. .
When the p!!e of sawed wood begins
o get low, the authorities sentence men
for very slight offenses, and the nat
lral result is that everybody Is kepi
in his good behavior.
Kever Baited.
The traditional attitude of the pes
simist toward all things is represented
thus In a dialogue wUh a Georgia farn. !
er, report ad by the Atlanta Constitu
tion: "How do yon like this weather?"
"Not much; I'm feared It's go'.n to
rain."
"WelL how's times with you?"
"Sorter so-so but they won't last"
"Folks all well?"
"Yes; but the measles Is In the neigh
borhood." -
"Well, yon ought to be thankful
von're a-llvln'."
"I reckon so; but we've all got to die!"
To Clean Paint.
One of the best methods of cleaning
ordinary paintwork Is to employ whit
ing mixed to a paste with water. It
should be rubbed on with a piece of
coarse flannel, and then sponged off
with warm water. In which a very
mall portion of soft soap has been dis
solved. Paint which has a highly pol
ished surface la best cleaned with fur
niture cream.
An Unjaat Accaanuon.
He You have stolen my heart
She That's a nice thing to say af tei
yea fcsve been begging- me for six '
weeks m aeoejit it New York Journal
SERMON
V
Rev, Br. Calmagc
Sakdaet: Tne It p Iblllty afTlim Wtia
Ara Wall and S trans Pnyslcnl Kaanty
Ma Iadlaatlva of Spiritual Power
ris-ht tna Hattlas m taa Weak. r
Oopyrlnot UKI
Washtxqtos, D.C. la t bis discourse Dt.
Talmage sets tortn the responsibility of
thosa who ara strong and well, as In a
former discourse be prenelied to the dis
abled and "the shut in," text. Judges xlv.,
1, "And Samson went down to Ttmnath."
There are two sides to the character of
Samson. The one phase of bis life, if fol
lowed Into the particulars, would adminis
ter to the grotesque and the mlrt'jfnl, but
there Is a phasa of his character fraught
with lessons of solomn and eternal import.
To these graver lessons we devote our
sermon.
This giant no doubt in early life gave
evidences of what he was to be. It Is al
most always so. There were two Napoleons
the boy Napoleon and the man Napoleon
bnt both alike; two Howards the boy
Howard and the man Howard but both
alike; two Samsons the boy Samson and
the man Samson bat both alike. This
giant was no doubt the hero of the play
ground, and nothing could stand before
his exhibition ot youthful prowess. At
eighteen vears of age he was betrothe 1 to
the daughter ot a Philistine. Going down
toward Tlmnntb, a lion enme ont upon
him, and, although this young Riant was
weaponless, be seized the monster bv the
long mane and shook blm as a bnngry
bouud shakes a March hare and made bis
bones crack and left blm by the wayside
bleeding under the smiting ot his fist aud
the grinding heft of bis heel.
There he stands, looming up above other
men, a mountain of fle-h, bis arms bunched
with muselethat can lift the gate of a city,
taking an attitude dellant ot everything.
His hair bad never been cut, and It rolled
down seven great plaits over his shoul
ders, adding to bis balk fierceness and ter
ror. The Philistines want to ;onqner bim,
and therefore they must fin t out where
the secret of his strength lies.
There is an evil woman llvln : In the val
ley of Sorek by the name ot Delilah. They
appoint her the agent In the ease. The
Philistines are secreted tn the same build
ing, and then Helllu goes to work and
coaxes Samson to tell what Is the secret of
his strength. "Well," he says, "if you take
seven green withes such as they fasten
Wild beasts with and put them around me
I should be perfectly powerless." So
she binds him with the seven green withes.
Then she claps ber hands and says, 'Tbey
come the Philistines!" and he walks out
as though there were no Impediment. She
coaxes him again and says, "Now, tell me
the secret of this great strength." And he
replies, "If you should take some ropes that
have never been nted. and tie me with tbem
I should be just like other men." Hhe ties
him with ropes, claps her bands and shouts,
"They come the Philistines!" He walks
out as easily as be did before not a single
obstruction. Sbe coaxes him again, aud
be says, "Now, it you should take these
seven long plaits of bair and by this house
loom weave tbem Into a web, I could not
get away." So the bouse loom Is rolled
up, and the shuttle flies backward and fur
vard, and the fonv plaits ot hair are woven
Into a web. Then she chips ber hands and
says, "They come the Philistines!" He
walks out as easily as be did before, dra
Cing a part ot the loom with blm.
But after awhile sbe persuades him to
tell the -truth. Ha says, "It you should
take a razor or shears and out off this lou
hair, I should be powerless and In the
hands of my enemies." Samson s'eeps, and
that sbe may not wake blm up dur
ing the process of shearing, help
Is called In. You know that the barbers
ol the East have such a skillful way
of manipulating the head to this very day
that. Instead of waking np a sleeping man,
they will pot a man wide awake sound
asleep. I bear the blades of the shear
grinding against eaah other, and I see the
long locks falling off. The shears or razor
accomplishes whit green withes and new
ropes and bouse loom could not do. Sud
denly she claps ber hands and says, "The
Philistines be upon, thee, KamsonI" He
rouses np with a struggle, bnt his strength
la all gone. He Is In the hands of his en
em lea.
I bear the groan of the giant as they
take bis eyes out, and then I see him stag
gering on In bis blindness, feeling his way
as he goes on toward Gaza. The prison
door is open, and the giant is thrust In.
He sits down and puts his bands on the
mill crank, which, with exhausting hori
zontal motion, goes day after day, week
after week, month after month work,
work, work! The consternation of the
world In captivity, his locks shorn, bis
eyes punctured, grinding corn In Ouza!
First ot all, behold In this giant of the
text that physical power is not always an
Index ot moral power. He was a huge man
the lion fonnd it ont and the 3000 men
whom he slew found it out; yet be was the
subject of petty revenges and ontgiaoted
by low passion. I am far from throwing
any discredit upon physical stamina:
There are those who seem to have great
admiration for delicacy and sickness of
constitution. I never could see any glory
In weak nerves or sick headache. What
ever effort In our day is made to make the
men and women more robust should have
the favor of every good citizen as woll as
of every Christian. Gymnastics may be
positively religions.
Good people sometimes ascribe to a
Wicked heart what they ought to ascribe
to a slow liver. The body and soul are
such near neighbors that tbey often catch
each other's diseases. Those who never
saw a sick day and who. like Hercules,
show the giant in the cradle have more to
answer for than those who are the sub-
ieots of lifelong Infirmities. He who oan
lft twice as much as you can and walk
twice as far and work twice as long will
have a double account to meet In the ju lg
ment. How often It is that you do not find
physical energy Indicative of spiritual
powerl If a clear bead Is worth more than
one dizzy with perpetual vertigo. If muscles
with the play of health In them are worth
more than those drawn up In chronlo
"rheumatics," If an eye quick to catch
passing objects Is better than one with
vision dim and uncertain, then God will
require ot us fflclency just In proportion
to what He bas given as. Physical energy
ought to be a type of moral power. We
ought to have as good digestion of truth as
we have capacity to assimilate food. Our
spiritual hearing ought to be as good as
our physical hearing. Our spiritual taste
ought to be as clear as our tongne. Sam
sons In body, we ought to be giants In moral
power.
But while you find a great many men who
realise that tbey ought to nse their money
aright and use their intelligence aright,
how few men yon find aware of the fact
that they ought to nse their physical or
ganism aright) With every thump of the
heart there is something saying: "Work I
Workl" And lest we should complain that
we have no tools to work with, Ood gives
us our hands and feet, with every knuckle
and with every joint and with every muscle
saying to us,"Lay bold and do something."
But how often it is that men with physi
cal strength do not serve Christ I They are
like a ship full manned and fully rigged,
capable of vast touonge, able to endure all
stress of weather, yet swinging Idly at the
docks when these men ought to be crossing
and recrossing the great ocean of human
suffering and sin with God's supplies of
mercy. How often it Is that physical
strength Is nsed In doing positive damage
or In luxurious ease, when, with sleeves
rolled np and bronzed bosom, tearless ot
the shafts of opposition; It ought to be
laying hold with all Us might and tugging
away to lift up this sunken wreck of s
world. -
It Is a most sbamafnl fact that much of
:be business of the church and of the world
nust be done by those comparatively inva
lid. Bichard Baxter, by reason ot his dis
eases, ail bis days Bitting m the door ot the
:omb, yet writing mora rhan one hundred
volumes and sending out ac influence for
3od that will endure as long as "The
Joint's Everlasting Best;" Edward Payson,
ever knowing a well day, yet bow be
preached and how he wrote, helping thou
tods of dvlr." sonla like htnisalr to swim I"
sea ot glory. And Robert McCheyne, a
walking skeleton, yet you know what be
lid In Dundee and how he shook Scotland
ith seal tor God; Philip Doddridge, ad
rised by bis friends, because of bis Illness,
not to enter the ministry, yet you know
what he did for the "BIse and Progress of
tteligloa" In the church and In the world.
Wilberforee was told by bis doctors that
lie could not live a fortnight, yet at that
very time entering upon philanthropic en
terprises that demanded the greatest en
Inranee and persUtenoe; Robert Hall, suf
fering exoruoiatlons, so that often In the
pulpit while preaohlng be would stop aud
Ja down on a sofa, then getting np again
to preach about heaven until the glories of
:he celestial city dropped on the multi
;nde, doing more work, perhaps, than al
aost any well man in his day.
Oh, how often Is It that men with great
physical endurance are not as great In
moral and spiritual stature! While there
ire achievements for those who are bent
111 their days with sickness achievements
f patience, achievements of Christian en
lurance I call upon men of health, men
if muscle, men of nerve, men of pbvsioal
rw ' t mta thsmaalnw lo T.ord.
Behold also, in the story ot my text, il
lustration of the fact of the damage that
ttrength can do it It be misguided. It
9eems to me that this man spent a great
leal of his time In doing evil, this Samson
f my text. To pay a bet which be bad
lost by the guessing ot his riddle he runs
ind kills thirty people. He was not only
rigantic in strength, but glgancio la mis
;hief, and a type of those men tn all ages
if the world who, powerful in body or mind
3r any faculty ot social position or wealth,
have used their streugth for iniquitous
mirposes.
It is not the small, weak men of the day
who do the damage. These small men who
go swearing and loafing about your stores
and shops and banking bouses, assailing
Christ and the Bible and the church they
do not do the damage. They have no in
fluence. They are vermin that yon crush
with your foot. But It is the giants of the
day, the misguided giants, giants in phys
ical power, or giants in mental acumen.
or giants In social position, or giants
In wealth, who do the damage. The
men with sharp pens that stab re
ligion and throw poison all through
our literature, the men who nse the power
of wealth to sanction luiquity and bribe
justice and make truth aud honor bow to
their golden scepter. Misguided giant
look ont for tbeml In the middle and lat
ter part of the last century no doubt there
were thousands of men in Paris ami Edin
burgh and London who bated God and
blasphemed the name of the Almighty, but
they did but little mischief th-y were
small men, insignificant men. Yet there
were giants in those days. Who can cal
culate the soul havoc of a Rousseau, go
ing on with a very enthusiasm of in
iquity, with fiery Imagination seizing
upon nil the Impulsive natures of his
day? Or David Hume, who employed
bis life as a spider employs Its sum
mer, in spinning out si keD webs to trap
the unwary? Or Voltaire, the most learned
man of bis day, marshaling u great host of
skeptics and leading them out In the dark
land of infidelity? Or Gibbon, who showed
an uncontrollable grudge against religion
In bis history of one of the most fascinat
ing periods of the world's existence the
"Decline and Fall of the Roman Empire"
a book in which, with all the splendors
of his genius, be magnified the errors ol
Christian disciples, while with a sparse
nessot notice that never can be forgiven
he treated of the Christian heroes of whom
the world was not worthy?
Oh, men of stout physical health, men ot
great mental stature, men ot high social
position, men of great power of any sort, I
want you to understand your power and 1
want yon to know that that power devoted
to God will be a crown on earth, to you
typical of-sVA'Sn In heaven, but misguid
ed. bedraKKTw.. Vra HdmiaJstBitrVe-'oT'
evil, Ood will thunder against you with His
condemnation In the day when millionaire
and pauper, master and slave, king and
subject shall stand side by side in t lie ju. lu
men and money bags and judicial crime
and royal robe shall be rlveu with, thf
lightnings.
Bebold also bow a giant may be slain of
s woman. Delilah started the train ot cir
cumstances that pulled down the temple of
Dagon abont Samson's ears. And tens of
thonsanls of giants have gone down to
death and bell through the same fascina
tions. It seems to me that It Is high time
that pulpit and plntform and printing
press speak out against the Impurities ol
ooderu society. Fastidiousness aud prud
ery say, "Better not speak; you will rouse
np adverse criticism; you will make worse
what you want to make better; better deal
In glittering generalities; the subject Is too
delicate for polite ears." But there comes
voice from heaven overpoweriug the
mincing sentimentalities of the day. say
ing, "Cry aloud, -spare not, lift up thy voice
like a trumpet, and show My people their
transgressions and the house of Jacob their
lins."
The trouble is that when people write or
speak upon this theme tbey are apt to cover
it up with the graces of belles luttres, so
that the crime Is made attractive Instead
of repulsive. Lord Byron, in Don Juan,
adorns this crime until It smiles like a Jiay
queen. Micbelet, the great French writer,
covers It up with bewitching rhetoric until
it glows like the rising sun, when it ought
to be mads loathsome as a smallpox hos
pital. There are to-day influences abroad
which, if unresisted by the pulpit and the
printiog pres, will turn our modern cities
into Sodoms and Gomorrahs, fit only for
the storm ot fire and brimstone that
whelmed the cities ot the plain.
If, then, we are to be compelled to gc
out of the world, where are we to go to?
This body and soul must soon part. What
shall be the destiny of the former I know
dust to dust. But what shall be the des
tiny of the latter? Shall it rise into the
companionship ot the white robbed, whoso
sins Christ bas slain, or will it go down
among the unbelieving, who tried to gain
the world and save their souls, but were
swindled out ot both? Blessed be GodI
We have a Champion! He is so styled in
the Bible: A Champion wbc has conquered
death and hell, and He Is ready to fight ail
onr battles from tbe first to the last.
"Who Is this that oometh np from Edom
with dyed garments from Bozrati, mighty
to save?"
In the light of this subject I want to oall
Sour attention to a fact which may not
ave been rightly considered, and that Is
the fact that we must be brought Into
Judgment torthe employment of our physi
cal organism. Shoulder, bruin, hand, foot
we must answer In judgment for the use
we have made ot them. Have tbey been
used for tbe elevation ot society or for Its
depression? In proportion as our arm Is
strong and our step elastic will our account
at last be Interallied. Thousands of ser
mons are preached to Invalids. I preach
this sermon to stout men and healthful
women. We must give to God an account
for tbe right nse of this physical organism.
These Invalids have comparatively little to
account for perhaps. Tbey could not lift
twenty pounds. They could not walk half
a mile without sitting down to rest. Yet
how much many ot them accomplished!
Uising np in judgment, standing beside the
men and women who had only little physi
cal energy and yet consumed that energy
lu a conflagration of religious enthusiasm,
bow will we feel abashed! O men of the
strong arm and tbe stout heart, what use
are you making of your physical forces?
Will you be able to stand the test ot that
day when we must answer for tbe use of
every talent, whether It where a physical
energy or a mental aoumen or a spirttu-"
xower?
Industrial.
Km ploy es of the American Hide and
Leather Company's tanneries at Low
ell. Massachusetts, who have been on
strike, returned to work, the differ
ences having been settled by arbitra
tion. Two thousand plumbers and 6000 la
borers in Chicago are either on strike
or under orders to strike against the
new rules of the Building Contractors'
I Council.
t A strike of the machinists of Brock-
ton, Massachusetts, began, to enforce a
j petition for a nine hour day, instead of
( ten hours, with tbe same pay.
I To see what Is right and not to do
It is want of courage.
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