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Editor and Proprietor.
NO. 13.
VOL. LH. MIFFjLIXTOWX. JUNIATA COUNTY, PEX3T., WEDNESDAY, MARCH 7,1900.
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CHAPTER L .pair.
The walls of the pretty county town of "I wonder, she said, "if ever a girl
Harbury, in Kent, were all placarded had to choose between her father and
with tlie name of Martin Kay Martin her lover before?"
B(J the Kadical. the Reformer; -the' "Yes," he replied; "hundreds. As I
Voice of the People." as he liked best to rule, they choose the lover; but yon ought
ctU himself; the philanthropist the hater to . ti )orlyou ought not
ef Queen and aristocracy, the teacher of lo . the of girisl I ex
wa90n; the nan who worked for. yet more ,
Bred upon the people; the man who had inpwer ,et fa. k . u
.enius, half madman, half poet, full o not t . 1 Jb, that you
peat thoughts all distorted, of grand 0Te to decld b Hfe, Doris. M,
low .U wrong; a man whose lips had dear, to dIsaDU8e e',f
been touched by the d vine e of el.H tton Martin R u h
.Kate, who could btir the hertta of the othlni of the kind H, u , , mis
people a the wind stirs the leaves; a trable schemer, who lives npon the hare
rr.n who had magnificent conceptions of -arninim !. i- . ii-..
what the world might be made; yet fail
ed utterly in making them practical.
He could be tracked easily as the flam
ing fire that lays bare the prairie; wher
ever he went he was followed by loud
murmurs of popular discontent, and then
came rot and imprisonment. In quiet
hamlets, in sleepy Tillages, In peaceful
towns, in factories, workshops and gar
rets, his words fell, and set fire to those
who listened.
ir.. Tin! v o tPi.i
.ii na.., V
ribery at the elections. "There is sure
to be a flaw in the armor there," thought
Martin Kay; "it is the very place for a
payin? lecture by the 'workingman's
friend.' " So the walls of the old town
were placarded with the name of Martin
Kay, and the people thirsted to see the
new ihanipi"D of popular rights.
The largest placard of all was that op
posite the house of Amos Hatton, the
last descendant of what had once been
a wealthy and powerful family. For gen
erations they li ml faded and decayed;
they had no louder houses or lands, nor
even position; and Amos Hatton had
been compelled to apply himself to one ol
the professions. He was a solicitor, with
a small but paying practice; and, being
a stanch Conservative, the name of Mar
tin Kay in large letters opposite to his
door displeased him greatly.
When he came down to breakfast on
this tine May morning, there the words
Were looking him defiantly in the face,
while his pretty daughter Doris was gaz
ing at them intently.
"Pupa," she asked, "what is a Radi
calV"
The old lawyer's face flushed hotly.
"I will not answer you until I feel
calmer; to say the least of it, it is most
atrocious to place that name there."
The cirl looked at it with softened eyes.
"Martin Kay is not a bad name, papa.
I shoiiid like to hear bim," said Doris. "1
hare never beard a really eloquent speak
er. May I go to the lecture 7"
"I shall be ashamed if you do," replied
the lawyer.
But I 'oris laughed.
.ot quite that, sir John Darke is
f'jiiik'. with his wife and daughter. I
should like'to go also."
"Well, you can go, Doris that is, if
y ou cousin will accompany you. Just
I'ii.-e will not matter, and it will prove to
you what nonsense such men talk. Go,
but io not mention the man's name to
no- again
Doris Hatton was well pleased to go.
the had all her life heard her father
speak of Radicals as of a class of beings
quite different from other men. Here
was a chance of seeing the enemy, fart
ly because she had nothing else to do.
partly because fate or destiny led her,
Doris Hatton went to the lecture.
Looking over the sea of faces, chang
Ing, brightening, or darkening under the
fire or scorn of his words, Martin Ray
saw one that lived in his heart for ever
more a pale, refined, pretty face, with
great, earnest eyes and a tender mouth,
the face of a girl who must be a hero-
worshiper by nature. It was like playing
on some grand barpj touch what chords
he would, the response was certain. After
a while the girl's face held him captlv
he found himself speaking to it, thinking
of it, watching it as it changed and paled
It was no longer himself and his audi
ence, but-himself and this girl. He was
rxpluning to her his doctrine, imbuing
her mind with his ideas.
AH nignt Martin Ray dreamed of one
face, one pair of eyes. He tried to get
an introduction at the house, but failed
completely; Amos Hatton would not re
ceive him. Still Martin Ray could not
tear himself from the girl, and he found
menus to meet her and to tell her how
well be loved her.
Doris Hatton was always inclined to
take a romantic view of matters, and she
made of the man a perfect hero. She lov
rd Martin Ray with perfect love, such as
he could have won from no other crea
ture living. There was a long straggle
iu her heart between allegiance to her
father and this swift, sweet, new-born
love; but, as this new teacher told her,
the old landmarks were swept away;
they existed no longer no father had a
rik'ht to interfere with the marriage of
L:s children.
Through the sweet month of May.
while the hawthorn bloomed on the
hedges and the clover grew, he contrived
to see her every evening. He found that
H anbury was a good school. He found
d a society, and taught the people what
were n-orkingtnen's rights and wrongs
lie !al.nr'l honestly enough, and in the
Intervals of work he secretly wooed Doris
Doris, w ho believed in his dreams and
h. viMuQ. and who foresaw a time wben
aii men would be equal, when poverty
and toil would be done away with, and
universal peace, charity, harmony and
comfort reign. Martin Ray, her hero,
was to bring about this.
Amos Hatton stormed and raved when
he received one morning a letter from
Martin Kay. asking for his daughter's
hnnd. Nothing could exceed his wrath
and indignation.
"You have good blood In your veins,"
he cried to the trembling girl. "Yon have
ancestors who fought and died died,
mind you for the king and country, and
you ask me if you may marry the man
w ho has boasted that, if no one else were
found willing, he himself would behead
every sovereign reigning."
"I love him I cannot help It, papa. You
saisjudge him." she answered, despairing
y. "I must love him; no one under
stands him but me."
"You must choose between us, Doris,"
said her father, trying to speak calmly.
"If you marry him I will never look upon
rour face again; I will never speak to
you or hear your Toice; you will be no
child of mine; I will cast yon off from
me."
She ntterad a low cry of pain and de-
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earnings of the people he misleads,
lou cannot understand his aims,
papa!" she cried, despairingly.
Amos Hatton gave his daughter a few
lays to decide upon her fate in life. She
took the decision into her own hands and
married Martin Ray bnt not with hei
father's consent or blessing. She stolt
Jrom the house one sunny morning never
to enter it again. She kissed her father
n the evening before and never aaw hli
"Klin, one mar-
ned the man whom she believed to be
. ,. . ! "7ea 10
hero, and reaped her reward.
There was some little surprise and con-
iiernaiion in liaroury wben It wai
known that Doris Hatton had married
the young demagogue whose appearance
sad created a social whirlwind.
Few understood the attraction that
inch a man would have for a romantic,
sentimental girl. Doris thought no lot
,n the world one-half so brilliant as hers.
Amos Hatton was a broken-hearted
man. He had but two children, and Jie
loved them with the deepest possible love.
His son Arthur, a handsome, spirited
boy, eight years older than his sister, has
chosen the army for a profession; and
rjuite early In hia career he had received
in excellent military appointment in In
lia, where he was rapidly accumulating
fame and fortune. Doris, his fair daugh
ter, was the very pride of his heart. For
ier the old lawyer had worked and toiled,
inly to see himself forsaken for a man
whom he hated and despised. His heart
was bitter and his wrath was great. He
wrote to his son In India, telling him
what had happened, and bidding him to
Irive all memory of his sister from him
forever. Then Amos Hatton made an
other will, in which he left all his prop
erty to his son; and when he spoke of
Doris it was as of one dead. Everything
that had ever belonged to her piano,
books, pictures, clothes, ornaments was
sent after her. In the lawyer's pleasant,
aid-fashioned house in Harbury not a
trace was left of the daughter once so
beloved.
The three years that followed his mar
riage were perhaps the most brilliant ot
Martin Ray's life. The worship and
adoration of his young wife stimulated
bim. He positively began to believe him
self what she imagined him to be. One
morning when Amos Hatton opened his
newspaper he saw a long account of a
;rand political meeting in London, and
:he event of the day was the speech of
Martin Ray. He read It. Bitterness,
inger and regret filled his heart; he suf
fered terribly. His emotion brought on
i fit; and when his clerk went into the
iffice he found him with his head on the
:abie. The doctor who was hastily sum
noned said that he had been dead for an
jour.
The news of his decease was sent to In
lia, where his son Arthur grieved beart
ly for him. According to his will, every
:hing that he possessed house, furniture,
pictures, plate, business, railway shares,
nining shares was sold, and the money
was sent to his son.
Arthur took it, and doubled it in a few
rears. He thought of bis little sister
Doris with something like remorse, but
iiade up his mind that when he returned
:o England .he would seek her out, and
it least share the money with her.
So Amos Hatton was buried, and in
lue time forgotten. Doris mourned long
and deeply for him. She still believed in
ter husband as a great hero and an ex
cellent man. None of her illusions had
jeen dispelled, and her happiness had
leen crowned by the birth of two little
laughters beautiful children, the elde.it
if whom she had named Leah, and the
lecond Hettie. She was wonderfully
iappy, this sweet Doris, who thought no
insband and no children equal to her
wn. Cut off from all her former asso
ciations and friends, thrown entirely on
jer husband for society, no wonder that
ler life narrowed and her world became
.entered In him.
It did not take her many years to find
ut that her idol was of clay, to discover
.hat he was no prophet, no martyr, that
e cared little for the consequences of
lis seditious language and the fire he put
nto the hearts of the people, provided
inly that he made money and lived in
onifort. that his eloquence was a great
natural gift which he would just as
-beerfully have turned to any otner pur
pose, that, stripped of aU the Ideal qual
ities she had ascribed to him. he was
imply a shrewd man of powerful intel
lect, rather more egotistical and more
ieltish than most of his fellows.
Some wives live and die without either
eeing their husband's faults or discern
ng their weaknesses. It was not so with
Doris. The time came when she stood
ippaiied at what she had dons when the
lap-trap sentiments that she had once
hought so heroic and grand appeared to
ler in their true light. The knowledge
irought on a severe illness, and she died,
eaving her two little daughters, Leah
ind Hettie. But before she died ahc
,vroce a letter to ber far-off brother, own
ng to him that her marriage had been a
fatal mistake and praying mm w
-barge of her children-to save Umw. to
rescue them, if he could, from a fatal
md unwholesome atmospnere m
jest he could for them.
He was Colonel Hatton wnen
d the letter. He placed it wuu n w
pers. intending to do what she asked, and
U, the whirl of hia busy life forgot aU
i bout it.
CHAPTER IL
No two girls ever had a arranger edu-
tation and a more unequal uie
Leah and Hettie Bay. 8o?fn,f;
found themaelvea in the m dst of com
fort and luxury. Then would come por-
,rty, squalor, common ioug.ua --"-
jommon clothing; the want of even 1 the
,ecewarfoflife. During '
ifetlme they had been more eettled. they
S.d lived ymj2jZ
seen more uunormij -
,ow they never had a home for more
than three month together,
Then came a time of great trouble, of
which they fortunately knew bnt little.
When Leah was eleven and Hettie ten.
Martin Hay, rendered desperate by what
leemed to him long-continued peace and
irder, made a speech which brought him
under the iron grip of the law". He was
tried and sentenced to three years' Im
prisonment; and, in spite of aU that
friends couid Jo, the sentence was car
ried out.
An old patron took pity on hia yonthf ul
children. Sir John Falkner, a leading
Radical, came to the rescue. He scut the
r-hildten to a boarding school kept by a
?oor relative of his own a Miss Fairfax
-who resided at Kew. He forbad any
nention of their father's imprisonmen.;
and the children were told that he was
way from home absent on special busi
ness, and wonld not return for a few
rears. They believed it implicitly. They
had some kind of an idea that their fath
er was a great statesman, born to set the
wrongs of the world right. If thy had
been told that he had gone to dethrone
the Czar of all the Rnasias, they would
have believed It just as implicitly.
Martin Ray waa released from prison
when Leah was in her fifteenth year and
Hettie still almost a child of fourteen.
He was not grateful to Sir John. He
ented apartments in Manchester. He in
ended to educate the girls after his own
fashion. Leah, who was gifted, clever
tnd brilliant, he had meant to bring out
is a lecturer; a beautiful young woinun
ecturing on politics would be a novelty
:hat wonld pay well. As for Hettie, there
was plenty ot time to think over what
.hould be done with her.
Ieah was well read and thoughtful.
he was a girl of magnificent talent, full
if energy and the restless fire that pro
claims genius. He had never told her
what his intentions were with regard to
aer: but one day he called her into tlit
tniserable little room he dignified by the
name of study to communicate his plan
to her.
"You have grown very beautiful.
Leah," he said, looking at her quite calm
ly "very beautiful; and it is time yon
knew for what purpose heaven has sent
ron that same beauty."
The girl smiled and blushed. She did
not remember that her father had ever
lsed such words to her before.
"You have a grand mission in life,
Leah. You must not be as other girls:
rou must not think that dress, gayety,
enjoyment, love and marriage are the end
ind aim of your existence. You have a
Tar more important future In store for
fOU."
She looked up at him In wonder.
"I did not know that I had any mls
lion. father," she said quietly. "What
s itr
"The greatest. Leah, that ever fell to a
woman. I have been preaching and tea cli
ng all my life. I have given up every
thing in this world for the cause of the
people all my hopes, my ambition. I
nave served them, lived for them, spent
oiy life for them; and now, even as from
the prophet of old, my mantle has fallen
and it has fallen upon you."
"I do not understand," she replied.
"What am I to dor'
"I will tell you," he said. "You must
take my place. I can preach and teach
no longer; you must do it for me. You
ire young and beautiful; you have great
talent; you have a clear, vibrating, sweet
voice, that will make its way to the very
hearts of men; you have the fire that be
longs to genlns; you have a brilliant I ru
mination indeed, I may say that you
have every requirement; and a lady ora
tor will be a novelty such, as is not seen
very day."
"What do you want me to be, father?"
he asked slowly.
"A teacher of the people," he replied,
rraodiloquently.
(To be continued.)
Household.
Cherry Souffle. Put In double botlei
vr.e pint milk, one-half cup powdered
agar, two heaping tablespoonfuls corn
starch dissolved in a little milk and
tir till thick (about five minutes):
'hen add one saltspoonful salt, the
beaten whites of two eggs and the cher
ries drained from a one-pint can; ro
roove at once from Are and turn Into
serving dish; thicken the cherry juice
with one teaspoonful arrowroot and
serve as sauce; drain cherries as dry
la possible; excellent.
Cream Muffins. One Dint of cream,
two eggs, three cups of sifted flour,
ine-hiilf teaspoonful of salt, one ta-.
olispoonful of melted butter, two tca
jpoonfuls of baking powder. Bent
y olks of eggs and add cream; add this
gradually to the flour, beat well and
et stand 15 minutes: then add salt,
m-lted butter, whites of eggs bearen
tlifT and baking powder. Mix well and
Uike 25 minutes.
Fersillade Potatoes. Cut Into shape
f large olives and boil potatoes in
salted water until soft. Drain and
irve with clarified butter at once.
Crustades of Brussels Sprouts. Cut
stale bread Into thick slices and rut
again into fancy shapes. Cut Into the
centre ot each, making a case for fill
ing. Brush with melted butter an.1
brown in oven, then fill with Brussels
sprouts that have been cooked twenty
minutes in salted water, and pour well
seasoned white sauce over all.
Molded Cornstarch. One pint o!
milk, three tablespoonfuls of corn
starch, a pinch, of salt, three eggs, or.r
letspoonful of vanilla. Scald the milk
and stir into It the cornstarch dissolve 1
in a little cold milk. Cook fifteen mln
tues. then add the egg yolks, sugar an
rait beaten together. Stir until it
tli.ckens again, then add the whit-s.
w hlch have been beaten to a stlfT froth.
Mix lightly together over the fire for
one minute, then add vanilla and turn
Into wetted molds. Serve with crean-..
cold. -
Mush Cubes Make ordinary mu.-Oi
of equal parts cornmeal and graham
flour and pour into a mold; when cold
rut into cubes, fry in hot fat like
doughnuts: drain and serve with cream
If preferred the mush may be sweet
ened when first made.
Useful Hints.
In sewing and winding carpet rags
double them with the right side up.
Eggshells burned In the oven and
placed upon the pantry shelves will
lieep bugs away.
Clothespins boiled a few minutes an:l
quickly dried once or twice a month be
come more durable.
To give a good oak color to a pine
floor wash in a oolution of one pound
of copperas dissolved in one gallon of
strong lye.
Nic tablecloths and napkins should
.lot be allowed to become much soiled,
so that they will require vigorous rub-
Ling Willi Buaii ur us, cs. .
v Mahogany furniture should be wash
ed witn warm water unu suttl,, an
plfcation of beeswax and sweet oil upon
a soft cloth, and polished with chaml
gives a rich finish.
A cooking teacher's test for the frying
point of hot fa Is to drop in it a smai!
piece of bread. If the bread browns
oil both aides while forty can be count
ed it is the right temperature for cook
ed f'Vls like croquettes, fish ba-Hs. etc
THE FUNNY MAN.
i
1 "5xT n ILH AM WID
I CX-ZV I II r a-er. at hia desk In
the Dally Record
office, paused one
morning In the ex
ercise of pre par
tag the humorous
column and groan
ed, gently, but
with unmistakable
earnestness.
Perkins, at the
adjoining d e k .
looked at aim in
amazement Never before, during his
two years of professional contiguity to
Wldger, had he observed a similar dem
onstration. He mentioned the fact at
once.
"It Is nothing," aald Wldger; "that K
It Is nothing serious. I came near writ
ing a real poem Instead of a Jingle, that
Is all."
"I call that rather serious," aald Per
kins. "Heavens! Billy, yon must go
slow. You're en the verge of some
thing. A chap of your talent cannot be
too careful."
"So?" said Wldger lazily. "You make
me weary. Perk. What do you know
about poetry and Ita relation to neu
rotic exhaustion. Do you consider the
production of real poetry an Indication
of weakness at the nerve center. Do
you "
"No. but see here. Billy; I've pre
pared the 'Hints to Housekeepers and
the 'Food and Health' columns for this
paper regularly for three years now,
and "
"You have also prepared the 'Aunt
Jerusba's Talks with Girls" column."
Interrupted Wldger. "You are a vile
humbug. Perk.'
"No more so than you. Billy. Don't
wound my sensitive heart, kind friend,
I pray you. The Record is avowedly
the most popular paper In the Missis
sippi Valley among the women. Why!
TIs I. Billy, me.
Who tells the women how to cook.
And make their homes successful:
Whs tells them how that pimply look
Is rendered less distressful.
Me. Billy. I-Oswood K. Perkins, the
poor orphan, who wouldn't know bow
to act If be had a home. That' the
secret of my success. Billy; I'm orig
inal." "Because you do not know any bet
ter." "Exactly. But as to yourself. You're
supposed to be funny. Your stuff la
well liked. Some people actually laugh
at It. Your verses Jingle pleasantly,
and your paragraphs are redolent of
ginger. You hold your Job. You eat
But, Billy, dear, 'twould be very dif
ferent If you should blunder Into poet
ryreal poetry, as you call It You'd
lose your Job. You'd cease to eat
Your nerves, deprived of the food they
crave, would become toneless, snap
less. Prostration, agony, lingering
death, nnwept. unhonored. unsung.
Don't do It Billy."
Wldger smiled.
"Perk," said he, "you are a freak.
BuLyou are wise yon must be or you
wouldn't be able to humbug the women
aa you do. You are also a gentleman,
and I believe a good Judge of"
"Whisky r
"No, poetry."
"TJm-m I don't know."
"I do. Read that and tell me what
rou think."
Perkins took the proffered sheet with
affected timidity, and looked at It from
the corners of bis eyes. Then he hand
id It back.
"It's pretty bad. Billy," said he hon
estly. "I don't think I ever read
worse.
Memory grim doth rend my heartstrings.
Cruelly with Angers pink,
is but little short of positive disease.
Do you feel perfectly well, old man?"
"Yes, I am well. enough, but I am de
pressed In spirit Do you suppose.
Perk" glancing at the clock "that If
I gave you my confidence for about fif
teen minutes It would seriously inter
fere with the glorious work you are do
ing for benighted women? I think It
Would make me feel better."
"Nothing," replied Perkins firmly,
"can interfere with that Go ahead,
eld man." .
He sat back In his chair with an In
dex finger on either side of bis nose
his characteristic attitude when In re
pose, as he once Informed the Record's
cartoonist wben that brilliant but mis
guided young man begged bim for a
"sitting" while Wldger slowly gath
ered the sheets from his desk and tore
them Into strips.
"You know where I came from.
Perk?" he asked, dropping the strips
bits the waste basket.
"St Paul, Billy. You didn't know
the letter J from a bole In the ground,
and you considered Minneapolis mere
ly a short chapter In mythology.
"Yes." said Wldger. "At St Paul, I
worked on the Evening Gazette and my
duties were as the sands of the sea. 1
did everything, from beary editorial to
the hotels, and between Jumps I fell in
love. It may not altogether be my
fault Some men are born lovers, some
cultivate the tendency, and some have
It thrust upon them. It was thrust
upon me. And the maiden's name was
Smith."
"Smith Smith," mumbled Perkins;
"In all the bright lexicon of youth there
la no such word as go on, Billy."
"She was a nice girl, as girls go,''
continued Wldger, "well set head, non-
t pareil liody. good clear face and the
daughter of her father, who owned the
Gazette. She was accustomed to spend
ing an hour or two each day at the of
fice, and I bad not talked with ber
many times before I experienced a
strange sensation. I did not know
what to call it. I suppose it was love,
but never said a word about it to her.
I reasoned that It would be too pre
sumptuousmight lose me my situa
tion. '
"l did not know then that I was qual
ified to do anything better In the nevs
paper line than to grind on the Gazette
at ground pay. I made myself wretch
ed at times wishing she wonld keen
li-2ft till
Cm
away rrom the office, so that I might
forget her. But I drew a long breath
of relief the next time she appeared,
tnd answered ber questions about this
tnd that thing Journalistic, and listened
to her blissfully wben she told me what
a glorious profession she thought It and
what an ornament to It she considered
me.
"She sounded me frequently on my
ambitions, and I told ber freely what
were my hopes.
" You are wedded to your work, abe
said to me one day.
" 'I am. I replied.
"Then she looked at me with an ex
pression which I did not understand
and changed the subject I never saw
her outside of the office. I was prac
tically penniless, and she was accus
tomed to luxury. I was not In society.
Our lives bad little In common. I loved
ber. The thing for me to do, as a sensi
ble person, was to make the best of it
silently, and I did so. Did I do right
Perk?"
"Precisely. Billy. Get along."
"Well, after a while her engagement
to one of the great nen of the city
name Jones was announced, and It fell
upon my harrowed soul with much the
gentleness of a thunderclap. I felt bad.
Perk, but at the same time I felt glad
glad that. I had not made an ass of
myself.
"I had been sorely tempted, heaven
knows. At the first opportunity she
had dropped into the office to reload her
camera In the coat closet I shook
bands wtth her and told ber as clearly
as I could not knowing what to say
how delighted I was. and, sir. she turn
ed squarely about without a word and
left me high and dry. looking every bit
1 doubt not. as foolish as I felt That
was In January. The wedding was to
occur In June.
"I worked like a cold weather fly and
tried to forget her. I succeeded pretty
well. Her visits to the office had ceased
with my well-meant congratulatory
performance, and this made it easier
for me, although my heart beat like
shorthand whenever I beard a female
voice from the private office, and the
sudden swish of skirts caused me to
Jump violently. But I did not see her
agalu until May three weeks before
the wedding. She had been In Chicago,
I believe, paying a farewell visit to a
schoolmate, and Incidentally "
"Never mind that Billy," Interjected
Perkins. "You don't know what she
was doing Incidentally. Come to the
point"
Wldger bowed gravely. "All right.
Perk. I thank you. I was alone In the
office one stormy night, fixing up a
string of airy falsehoods for the next
day, wben the telephone bell rang like
forty fires. I put the receiver to my
ear. held It there for perhaps a minute,
yelled yes' Into the transmitter, bolted
Into my overcoat and turned ont the
light
"I waa at O., S. and X. shops five
minutes later, and, swinging onto the
rear platform of the caboose attached
to a wrecking train. In an hour I was
on the scene of the worst railway
swash-up In the history of Minnesota.
j "Ever see a splintered passenger train
'at night Perk white faces staring at
I you by lantern light groans seeming
to rise out or the earth, steam, smoke,
horror? I never realized until that
night what an awful thing darkness Is
darkness to which there Is no limit
that almost suffocates a man and
strikes him blind. Time and again I
involuntarily passed my band before
my face to clear a way In the black
ness for my eyes.
"There was a station not far away,
and after getting what Information I
could I took my way In that direction
to get off some disptches for the first
editions of the morning papers, stum
bling along as best I could, yearning
for light light light And. Perk, I I
there was light
"Celestial fire. Billy?'
"Something like It. I stumbled over
a body finally. I had been dreading It.
and praying that I might be ateered
clear of that sort of obstacles. It gave
ant the faintest kind of a moan when
I struck It, and I. recoiled as much as
fifteen feet I think. Then I took a
tirm grip on myself and approached It
tgain, because that seemed to be my
Juty.
"The man or woman, whichever It
was, had evidently crawled out of the
wreck and tried to go somewhere. It
had failed wretchedly. It was lying In
the long, wet grass at quite a little dis
tance from the track. It might not be
found for hours If I passed it by. Nev
ertheless, I hesitated. I confess it with
shame.
"Then I knelt by its side and passed
my bands over Its cold, rain-washed
face and bedraggled hair. It was a
woman. I put my finger to its pulse.
It was alive.
"The flutter of the straining hear!
acted like a strong stimulant npon me.
I lifted the limp form In my arms and
felt my way onward to the station. II
was a long walk .and a hard one, not
unfraugbt with danger, for there was
a bridge to be crossed, but I reached
the end at last and passed Into the
light of the waiting-room, and and
and. Perk. It was she. I bad been
.arrylng ber In my arms all that dis
tance. "I believe they considered ma Insane
wben I laid her npon the operator's bed
and looked Into her face. For aa In
stant my strength went from me to the
last ounce and I all but collapsed; then
It came back In a mighty wave, and I
suppose 1 did act like a maniac.
"She had an old-fashioned locket In
her hand,' fastened about ber neck by
a ribbon, and she held It to her Hps
rigidly, .as she bad beld It when she
was fainting In the long, wet grass.
I'erk. I cannot tell yon how I felt
I "
"Don't try. Billy. Keep to your
story."
"A train arrived shortly with doc
tors, and one of them pushed me from
her side by force he had to as force
and cut the ribbon and removed her
hand from her month. Be aald some
thing about respiration aa be did It
and looked at the locket curloualy.
"Open if said he. unclasping her
fingers; "It may identify her.'
"I opened It I opened It Perk, aad
and It contained my own picture a" pi'
tor aba had taken herself without z 4
knowledge.
"I put In Into my pocket No one no
ticed, far other victims were brought
In then, and the place waa In a turmoil.
Then I went ont Into the rate, and
walked and walked, kissing that bau
ble over and over again, tt waa day
light when I aaw her again, and she was
being assisted to the train that was to
take her home. She seemed little the
worse for the shock she had suffered.
Her face waa very white that was
all."
"Didn't yon speak to her?"
"Yes. I spoke to her; but Jones was
with her, his arm about ber waist and
ber father was close behind her. laden
with wraps, and and I only said:
How-de-do. Miss SmlthT and swallow
ed my heart
"The Gazette nearly got scooped ot
the story of the wreck. They depend
ed on me to fix tt np. and for some rea
son or other I forgot It I resigned my
position the next day, and came down
here to do humor. I did not dare to at
tempt anything else, for fear of goiug
into a decline. I have been fairly well
contented, bnt once In a while. Perk.
I get down In the mouth. I found this
in one of the papers from up there this
morning."
He drew a clipping from his pocket
and tossed It upon the desk. Perkins
read It:
"Um-m 'Born, a boy to Mr. and Mrs
John Jones," eh? Well, what of It.
Billy? Didn't you think It possible?"
"Yes. but Perk" and there was a
note of genuine sorrow in Widger's
voice "she she will forget me entirely
now."
Perkins laid his hand lightly upon
Widger's shoulder for an instant.
"Go to work, Billy," said he. softly.
"It Is better so."
"Yes," assented Wldger. "it Is bettei
so."
He breathed deeply and turned again
to his jokes and jingles. Philadelphia
Press.
Florence Nlgbtlnaal.
Within a stone's throw of Hyde Park.
In London, In an unpretentious dwell
ing house Just four stories high, Flor
ence Nightingale is now spending her
declining years. The room In which
she Is confined is large and airy, and Is
always decorated with flowers brought
by appreciative friends whose aim is to
brighten ber surroundings. At the head
of her bed a shelf Is placed, and on this
all her favorite books have been con
veniently arranged. Here, too, her
writing materials are within eaay
reach, and alongside of these one may
see a pile of reports from the home
founded 4 her name, which. If it were
needed, tends to show where even to
day ber heart Is. Between these, ber
reading, and the feeding of the birds she
has tamed, that come twittering to the
casement, and even hop onto the sill,
she occupies her time with that patient
resignation which bespeaks a godly life.
Florence Nightingale still suffers from
the great and continued mental and
bodily strain that her Crimean services
put upon her, but by her unselfish sacri
fice she has made It Impossible for the
armies of Great Britain to ever again
suffer from such horrifying calamities
as those that she witnessed, suffered
and endured. Woman's Home Com
panlon.
Their Remarkable Record. -
It would be well if all families could
point to as creditable a history In point
of freedom from domestic broils as that
of Deacon Kendrick, of Dashvllie.
The good deacon and bis wife were
celebrating their fiftieth wedding anni
versary. A large concourse of rela
tives and friends had assembled at the
old homestead, a splendid dinner had
been served and eaten, and the speech
es, without which no anniversary of
this kind Is considered to be complete,
were In progress.
"In all these fifty years, my friends."
said Neighbor Brown. In the course of
his remarks, "as I have been told a
hundred times and believe to be true,
our venerable friend and bis wife have
never exchanged a cross word. Is It
not so. Deacon?" :
"Yes, tbat'a true," replied the deacon.
"Is It not so. sister?" asked Mr.
Brown, addressing Mrs. Kendrick.
"Yes," she replied, with a twinkle in
ber eye. "Abner may have given me
a cross word now and then, but I've
never answered back."
Bha Yearned for the Romantic.
"Why did you leave your last place
Maryr
"Oh, I Just couldn't bear it. The man
and his wife lived very happily to
gether, and that made It so dull and un
interesting for me." Fliegende Blaet
ter. The Wuw or Haytt.
The Aid Your excellency, tasre Is
another cruiser In the offing.
The President of Hsytl Heavens anC
earth! Another one of those Interns'
foreign collectors!
The Aid I can't make out hia Bag
your excellency.
The President Oh, It don't make any
difference. They all take turns In com
ing. Tell him to call again the first of
the month.
The Aid But they always laugh
when I say that and tell me they'll
blow the cover off the whole Island if
yon don't settle Ins tan ter.
The President I suppose I'll have to,
but by gum! If this tbing Is going to
keep np well all have to go through the
International bankruptcy court and
commence over again. Cleveland Plain
Dealer.
Aaeiewt Muwcript HetrloosM.
John Bentler of Wapakoneta, Ohio,
has manuscripts and books that have
been handed down from father to son
since the ninth and sixteenth centuries.
He has original maatMcrtpta of the
code of Justinian too Great emperor
of Rome, written in the latter part of
the fifth century. He also has original
manuscripts of the annals ef C. Corne
lius Tacitua, the Soman historian, writ
ten in Greek, about the middle of the
ninth century.
SERMON
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Rt9. Br. Calmagc
tab set: A KsHglra mt QhasU Spirit.
Bllsna DwMmncad mm IfMromanev and
- DalulM-la Ulsclplas Arm limnl.
It Ciiw lnaully Amu- Its Victim.
tOapyrutbt IMS.
Wisniaoffoit, D. C. In this discount.
Dr. Tatmage discusses a theme never mort
under exploration than at this time nt!
warns people against what he calls a re ligion
of gboata; text, I Samuel xxvill., 1.
"Bebold, tbero is woman that bath a
familiar spirit at En-dor. And Maul dis
guised himself and put on other raiment,
and he went, and tvo men with him, and
they eatne to the woman bv night"
Trouble to the right of him and troublt
to the. left of bim. Haul knew not what to
do. As a last rtisort bv coucludsd to seek
out a spiritual medium or a witch or any
thing that yon please to call her a woman
who had communication with the spirits
of the eternal world. It was a very diffi
cult thlug to do, fot Saul had either slain
all the witches or compelled t ham to stop
business. A servant one day said to King
Saul. I know ot a spiritual medium down
at the village ot En-dor." "Do you," suld
tne king. Night falls. Haul, putting off
bts kingly robns and putting on the draaa
ol a plain citlsen, wlch two servants, goes
out to hant np this medium.
Sanl sod bis servants after awbtl
reached the village, unit they say, "
wonder It this Is the bouse," aud they look
in, and they see the haggard, weird and
shriveled up spiritual meilluiu slttiug by
the light and on the tnblo sculptured
Images and divining rods aud poisonous
berks and bottles nod vases. They say,
"Yes, this most be the iduoe." One loud
rap brings the woman to the door, and aa
she stands there, holding the candle or
lamp above ber head nu'l pouring out Into
the darkueas, she says, "Who Is here?"
The tall king Informs ber that be has ccm
to bave bis fortune told. When she hears
that, sha trembles and almost drops the
light, for she knows there Is no chance for
a fortune teller or spiritual medium In all
the land. But Saul having sworn that uo
harm shall some to ber, she says, "Well,
who shall I bring up from the dead?" Haul
says, "Bring up Hamnel." That was the
frophet who bad died a little while before,
see her waving a waud, r stirring uo
some poisonous herbs in a caldron, or
hear her muttering over some Incarna
tions, or stampiug with bar foot a sha
cries ont to the realm of the dead:
"Samuel, Samuel!" Lo, the freezing hor
ror! The floor of the tenement opens, aud
the gray hairs float up aud the forehead,
the eyas, the lips, the shoulders, the arms,
the feet the entire body of the dead
Samnel wrapped in sepulchral robe, a(
pearlng to the astonished group, who
stagger back and bold fast and catoL
their breath and shiver with terror.
The dead prophet, white and awful from
the tomb, begins to move his ashen lips,
and be glares npon King Haul and criaa
out: "What did you bring me up for?
What do you mean. King Saul?" Saul,
trying to compose and control hlinsulf,
makes this stammering and affrighted
utterance as he says to the dead prophet:
"The Lord is against me, and I have coma
to yon for help. What shall I do?" The
dead prophet stretched forth bis finger to
King Saul and said: "Die 1,,-morrowl
Come wtth me Into the sepulcher. I am
going now. Come, come with me!" Aud,
lo, the floor again opens, and the feet of
the dead prophet disappear aad the arm
and the shoulders and the forehand! T ie
floor closes. OH, that was an awful seanepl
To nnlatch the door between the preseut
state and the future state all the fingers of
superstition bave been busy. We hnve
books entitled "Footfalls on . the Boun
daries of Other Worlds," "The Debatable
Land Between This World and the Next,"
"Researches Into the Phenomena of Npir
itnslism" and whole libraries of hocus
reus, enough to deceive the very elect,
shall not take time to rehearse the his
tory of divination, Del p bio oraclo, sibyl or
palmistry or the whole centuries of Im
posture. Modern splritunltsm proposes to open
the door between this world and the next
and put us Into communication with the
dead. It baa never yet offered one reason
able credential.
When I find Saul In my text consulting n
familiar spirit, I learn that splrltuull m is
a very old religion.
Spiritualism in American was born in the
ye:irl47. In Hydesvllle, Wayne County,
N. Y., wben one night there was a loud
rap heurd against the door of Michael
Weekman; a rap a second time, a rap a
third time, and all three times. When the
door was opened, there was nothlug fouud
there, the knocking having boeu made
seemingly by Invisible knuckles.
After awhile Mr. Fox with his family
moved Into that house, and then they hn-l
hangings at the door every night. One
night Mr. Fox cried ont, "Are you a. spirit?"
Two raps nnsxer In the amrinutive. "Are
you aa injured spirit?" Two raps answet
in the affirmative. Then they knew rltrlit
away that It was tba spirit of a ped ller
who had been murdered in that house
years before and who had been robbed ol
his t&OO. Whether tbesplrit of the pajdlet
came back to collect bis 500 or bis boues
I do not know.
Theexeitement spread. There was a uni
versal rumpus. Tbe Hon. Jadge Edmonds
declared In a book that be had actually
seen a bell start from tbe top shelf of a
closet, beard it ring over the people that
were standing In tbe closet: then, swung by
Invisible bands, It rang over tbe people iu
the back parlor and floated through the
folding doors to tbe front parlor, rang over
the people there and then dropped on the
floor. A Senator ot the United Slates, af
terward Governor ot Wisconsin, had bin
bead quite turned wit h spiritualistic demon,
stratlons. The tables tipped, and the stools
tilted, and tbe bedsteads raised, an. I the
chairs upset, and It seemed us If the spirlit
everywhere bad gone Into tho furniture
business! "Well," tbe people snhl," we have
got something new In this country. It Is a
new religion!" Oh, no, my friend, thou
sands of years ago, we find in our text, a
spiritualistic seance!
Nothing In the spiritualistic circles of
our day has been more strange, mysterious
and wonderful than things which have
been seen In past centuries of the world.
In all ages there bave been necromane -n,
those who consult with the spirt s of the
departed; charmers, thosa who put their
subjects in a niesmerie stnta; sorceren,
those who by tsking poisonou- drug se
everythtcg -and bear everything and tell
everything; dreamers, people who In their
sleeping moments can sea the future world
and bold consultation with spirits. Yes,
before the time of Christ, the Brahman-
went through all the table moving, all the
furniture excitement, which tbe spirits
have exploited In our day. precisely the
same thing over and over again, under the
manipulation of tba Brahman-. Now, do
you say that spiritualism Is different from
these? I answer, all these delusions I bave
mentioned belong to the same family.
They are exhumations from tba unseeu
world.
What does Ood think ot all these delu
sions? He thinks so severely of them that
He never speaks of them bnt with livid
thunders of indignation. He says, "I will
be a swift witness n;alnst the sorcerer."
He says. "Thou Shalt not suffer a witch to
live." And last yoa might make some Im
portant distinction between spiritualism
and witchcraft God says In so many wonls,
"There shall not be among vou a eonsultei
of familiar spirits, or wixard, or necro
mancer, for they that do these things are
an abomination unto tbe Lord." The Lord
God Almighty in a score ot passages which
I bave not now ttire to quote utters His In
dignation against all this great family of
delusions. After that be a spiritualist II
you dare!
Yoa lose a friend; yon want tbe spir
itual world opened, so that yon may
have communication with him. In a
highly wrought, nervous aad diseased
Mate ot mind yoa go and pot yourself
In that communication. That Is why I
bate spiritualism. It takes advantage
of one la a moment of weakness, which
may come upon as at any time. We
lose a friend. Tbe trial Is keen, sharp,
auffoeatlng, almost maddening. If we
eoaid . mArsnal a host had ttorm. tb
eternal world and recapture our loved
one, the host would soon be mar haled.
The bouse is so lonely. Tba world Is se
dark. Tba separation Is so Insufferable.
But spiritualism says, "We will open the
future world, and your loved one can coma
back and talk to yon." Though wa may
not hear his voice, wa may hear the rap
ot his hand. So, clear tbe table. Sit down.
Put yonr hands on tbe table. Be vary
quiet. Five minutes gone. Ten minutes.
No motion ot tbe table. No response from
the future world. Twenty minutes. Thirty
minutes. Nervous excitement all tba time
Increasing. Two raps from tba tutors
world. The letters ot tba alphabet are
called over. Tba departed friend's name
Is John. At the pronunciation of the let
ter J two raps. At the pronunciation of
the letter O two raps. At the proonncla-
tlon of tbe latter H two raps. At the
pronunciation ot the letter N two raps.
There yoa have the whole name spel ad
out J-o-h-n, John. Now, the spirit being
present, you say, "John, are you happy?"
Two raps give an affirmative answer.
Many years ago the steamer Atlantlo
started from Europe for the United States.
Getting mldoeean, tbe maoblnery broke,
and she floundered around day after day
and week after week, and for a whole
month after she was due people wondered
and finally gave bar up. There was (treat
anguish In tne cities. lor msre were many
who bad friends aboard that vessel. Soma
of the woman in their distress went to tha
spiritual medium and Inquired at to the
fata of that vassal. The medium called up
the spirits, and tbe rapplngs on tha table
indicated the steamship lost, with all ou
board. Women went raving mad aud were
carried to tbe lunatic asylum. Attar
awbtla one day a gun was beard off quaran
tine, Tne nags went up on toe snipping,
and the bells of tha churches were ruug.
Tha boys ran through the streets crying:
"Extra! Tha Atlantic Is safe!" There was
the embracing as from tha dead when
friends came again to friends, but soma of
thosa passengers went np to find their
wives in tha lunatic asylum, where this
ebaat of infernal spiritualism bad put
them.
I bring against thU delusion a mort.
fearful Indlotment It ruins tha soul Im
mortal.' first. It makes a man a quarter
of an infidel; then tt makes him halt an in
fidel; then It makes bim a whole Infidel.
If God Is ever slapped in the face, it Is
wben a spiritual medium puts down bar
band on tbe table. Invoking spirits de
Darted to make a revelation. God has told
you all you ought to know, and bow dare
you Da prying into tnat wuiou is none oi
your business? Yoa cannot keep tbe Bible
in one hand and spiritualism In tbe other.
One ortbe other will slip out of your grasp,
depeud npon It Spiritualism is adverse
to tbe Bible, In the fact that it lias In
these lust days called from the future
world Christian men to testify against
Christianity. Its mediums call buck
Lorenzo Dow, tba celebrated evantreiist,
and Lorenzo Dow testifies that Christians
are Idolaters. Spiritualism calls back Tom
Paine, and ha testifies that he is stopping
In the same house In heaven with John
Bunyaa. They call back John Wesley, and
be testifies against tha Christian religion,
which he all bis life gloriously presetted.
Andrew Jackson Davis, the greatest ot all
tbe spiritualists, comet to the front and de
clares that tha NewTastament Is but "tha
dismal echo of a barbaric age" and tha
Bible only "one ot the pen and ink relics
of Christianity."
I bava in my house a book used In spir
itualistic service. It contains a catechism
and a hymn book. The catechism has these
questions and answers:
Q. What I our chief baptism? A Fre
quent ablution In water.
Q. What Is our Inspiration? A. Fresh air
and sunshine.
Q. Wbat is oar love feast? A. Clear
conscience and sound sleep.
Q. Wbat Is our prayer? A Physical ex
ercise. And then It goes on to show that a groat
proportion of their religious service Is a
system of calisthenics. Then when they
waut to arouse tha devotion of the peoplo
to tha highest pitch they give out the
bym on the sixty-flftb page:
Tbe night hath gathered up ber silken
fringes.
Or, on the fifteenth page:
Come to the woods, heigh hot
"But," says some one, "wouldn't It be
of advantage to hear fron the future
worl I? Dnu't you think It would strength
en Christians? There are a great many
materialists who do not believe there are
souls, but If spirits from the future world
should knock and talk over to na they
would be persuaded." To that I answer la
tbe ringing words of the Hon of GoJ, "If
tbey bolieved not Moses and tbe prophets,
neltber will they be persuaded though one
rose from tbe dead."
I believe these are the days of which tbe
apostle spake when he said, "In the latter
times some shall depart from the faith,
giving need to seducing spirits." Audi
ences In this day need to bave reiterated
in their bearing tbe passages I quoted
soma minutes ago. "There shall not be
among you a consul tr of familiar spirits,
or wizard, or necromancer, for they that
do these things are an abomlnatlou uuto
tha Lord," and, "Tha soul that turuetb
after auoh as bave familiar spirits I will
set Myself against them, and they shall be
cut off from their people."
But I Invite you now to a Christian
seance, a noonday seance. Tbia congre
gation is only one great family. Here Is
tbe church table. Come around tbe church
table; take your seats for this great Chris
tina seance; put your Bible on the table,
put your hands on top of the Bible and then
listen and hear If there are any voices coin
ing from the eternal world. I tbink there
are. Listen! "Secret things belong unto
the Lord, our God, but things that are re
vealed belong unto us and to our chil
dren." Surely that Is a voice from tbe spirit
world. But before you rise from this Chris
tian soaac 1 want you to promise me yoa
will be satisfied with the Divine revelation
autll the light of the eternal throne breaks
upon your vision. Do not go after the
witch ot En-dor. Do not sit down at table
rapplngs either In sport or la eirnest.
Teuob yoar children there are no ghosts
to be seen or beard In this world save thosa
which walk on two feet or four buniau or
bestial. Remember that splrituali-tm at
the beit Is a useless tiling, for it It tells
wbat tbe Bible reveals tt Is a superfluity,
and If It tells what tbe Bible does not re
veal It is a lie.
Instead of going to get other peoplo t J
tell your fortune tell yoar own fortune by
putting your trust in God and doing the
best yoa can. I will tell your fortune. "All
things work together for good to them
tbat love God." Insult not your departed
friends by asking them to come down and
c rabble under aa extension table. Re
member tbat there Is only one spirit
whose dictation you bava a right to
Invoke, and that Is tbe holy, blessed
and omnipotent spirit of God. Hark!
He Is rapping now, not on a table or
tha floor, but rapping on tba door of yonr
heart, and every rap Is an Invitation to
Christ and a warning of judgment to come.
Oh, jrrleve Him not awayl Quench Him
not. He has been all around you this
mornlug. He was all around you last
nlgbt. He has been around you all your
lives. Harkl There eomes a voice with
tender, overmastering Intonation, saying:
"My spirit shall not always strive."
Necessity may render a doubtful act
Innocent but it cannot make it praise
worthy. To let a man know you recognise
and rejoice in some good quality of
his. Is to blees him with a new heart
The coward capitulates by changing
front before the enemy.
The superior man Is satisfied and
composed; the mean man Is always
full of distress.
The easiest man to convince Is the
one who is the most ready to say "No."
Continued prosperity Is apt to make
of a man a fool or a rascal.
They that know no evil will suspect
none.
Don't trust the man who has always
got some great secret to confide in you.
We hand folks over to God's mercy
ana snow none ourselves.
I Sudden wealth seldom comes by hon
esty. The superior man has dignified ease
without pride; the mean man has prMks
without dignified ease.
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