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MIFFL.INTOWN, JUXIATA COUNTY, PEv WEDNESDAY, APRIL 18, 1900
CHAPTEK XI. (Continued.) 1
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TWO more wtru oaotu, uu uj iihi
time Martin Ray had grown warmly at
tached to the man whom be would rail
"young Glen." Martin himself ii il!
Ms health was fast failing; and he clung
to the younger man, so fall of health,
strength, aud vitality only a chance ac
quaintance, but one of the few tie that
bound him to the outer world.
One day Sir Basil, coming earlier than
usual in the morning found him sitting
by the ivy-covered wall, his face buried
in his bands. When he raised it to greet
him, the baronet saw plainly the traces
As usual, Martin was cynical, even
"I am a very rueful looking patriot this
morning," be said. "I have been ill all
night, and I am alone."
Sir Basil glanced around.
"Where is Miss Ray?" he asked.
".My daughter is always busied about
omething or other; she has not much
time to give to me. It was different
Sir Basil felt indignant. He knew that
no matter where Ilettie might be, slit
was working for him, and for no one else.
"1 think," he said quietly, "that Miss 1
Ray gives you all her time. I have never
seen a daughter so devoted."
"She is very good," he allowed; and
then he added abruptly, "I had another
It seemed as though some Irresistible
power forced him to talk of Leah. It
was the first time he had spoken of her
ein.-e the day she had left him, and. like
pent-up waters suddenly let loose, his
thoughts and feelings at once found vent,
lie rose from his seat and stretched his
arms out toward the great heaving ocean.
"I made two idols,'.' he continued. "The
first was my wife she died; the other
was my daughter."
"Did she die also?" asked Sir Basil,
"So: she Is worse than dead a thou
sand times worse than dead. If I could
weep over some green grave containing
her I should be happier."
"Xot dead?" said Sir Basil, wonder
ing".?. "So; she deserted me; she cast me off,
much as yon would throw away your old
gloves. On the very day that I unfolded
my plans to her a stranger came among
os a man related to my wife. He was
rich bah! how I hate to speak of him!
and he wanted to adopt my children. I
refused his offer; he appealed to them.
Ahr heaven, when I think of the scene I
She, the daughter whom I loved best,
'left me and went to him, this stranger,
and clung to him. Take me away,' she
cried. 'I have been praying to heaven
to send me a deliverer from this furnace
of fire!' She went away with him, and
I cursed her."
"And the other Hettie what did she
"Ah, good, faithfnl Hettie, she came to
me. I see the picture now. Glen. She
put her arms around my neck. 'I will
love you and serve you and be true to
you until I die.' she said. And so we
four stood looking at each other. Then
the other two went away. Hettie and I
have been alone ever since; we have nev
er nttered her sister's name since the day
he left us, and we never shall."
"I should hardly have thought that two
sisters could have differed so greatly,"
remarked Sir Basil, quite unconscious
that by his own words he was condemn
ing the girl he had asked to be his wife.
He remembered the story when he saw
Leah. So perfectly unconscious was he
that she was the heroine of it that be bad
thought to himself how grandly Leah
would have acted under the circum
stances he felt that she, too, would have
gone to her father's side and have stood
by him against the whole world.
Hettie Ray was watching the amber
light. The king of day was setting in
royal splendor. Hettie, in her old seat
by the ivy-covered wall, was tranquilly
watching the lovely scene.
"How strange!" she said. "I was just
thinking of you."
He longed to tell her that there was no
moment, night or day, in which he was
not thinking of her, but he restrained
himself. He was there to say good-by.
He was on the brink; let him pause there,
let him stand by her in silence for the last
time and watch the waves breaking on
"I was thinking of you," repeatedHet
Ue. "I knew that you would come."
"I came to tell you something. Miss
Ray," he said. "I know it will interest
you. I am going away."
The western wind seemed to grow chill.
Hettie's heart was heavy with pain and
fear. He had been so much to her, and
her life w as so cheerless. She thought of
her sick father and her hard work, of her
joyless, loveless life that he had so sud
denly brightened. She thought of the
happiness that had been hers so short a
time, and then, with a passionate burst
of tears, she cried:
"Do not go away!"
"I must," he said briefly. "There is no
choice left to me. I must go."
lie saw the fair head bent uutil it rest
ed on the iv.v leaves. He was only hu
man nnd he could bear no more. He
drew closer to her.
"Hettie," he said "let me call yon
Hettie for the first and last time tell
me, why do you shed these tears? Arc
thev for me?" .
"i am sorry you are going, she sob-
"Are you really so grieved as this?" he
asked. "Oh. Hettie. can it be true?
What am I to you? Why should you
"' It 'is quite tme that you are ""thing
to n,e. but you have been kind to me and
n. v life is lonely."
Hettie. I will tell you the truth be
,,iJ. "Strange tiat there hould be .
s -ene like this between us who were
Manser, some week, since-and you do
n t even know my namel
No." she said; "I hve It
My father always call. ?
-insular, but in that firt hour that we
talked together 1 felt as though had
known and trusted you all my life-
"I need never tell you my name, uei
be. We must part to-night, and we must
never meet again. Do cot cry. dear,
is harder for me than for you. .
She clung to his arm, still weeping, w
felt the quick beating of her b" ana
tr i roav r"
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he stopped yet another minute before ne
said the fatal words which must part
them forever. He felt in that moment
that. If this grief of hers were caused by
him, he deserved any punishment.
"Hettie, listen to me, dear. How we
drifted into this matters but little, wheth
er I have been blind or careless matters
lesa; the fault must be mine. I ought to
have resisted the first temptation. After
I bad seen you that first time in church
I ought never to have seen yon again. My
sense, my honor, my conscience, tell jne
"But why?" she cried in amazement.
I do not understand you. Tell me why."
"Because I am engageu to oe married,
because I am bound by the most solemn
pledge; and. because of this promise, 1
"Why," she .aid in a faint low voice
"why must you go? If it be someone who
loves you, and someone whom you love
very much, surely she would be kind, and
let yoa stay at least, while my father is
so ilL If he were well, it would all b
"Hettie," he said, "I will trust yon as
t have never trusted even my own heart
yet. I will say to yon what I have never
admitted even to my own thoughts. I
ah, how shall I tell you? My engage
ment was less my own voluntary seeking
than the consequence of circumstances.
I can never explain. I did not under
itand the nature or the power of love
I know nothing of it; but she whom I am
to marry loves me. Every arrangement
is made for our marriage; and, ob, Het
tie! listen to me she loves me, and ii
we were parted she would die. I must
marry her; I am bound in honor and con
idence. And let me tell' you my mad
j folly. I have learned to love you. I do
.ove you. I may say it for tbe nrst and
ast time of my life. I love yoa witb
:he whole love of my life, with the one
ove of my manhood. I may live man;
rears, but I .ball never love any otbei
j woman. If heaven helps me, I will do
my duty; but my happiness dies in the
boor I leave you. Now you see that I
Her head drooped until it lay upon his
shoulder, and she whispered something
there word, that were both life and
leath to him.
"Yes, you must go," she said; "I see it
plainly. There is no help for it; you must
He wished that he were lying under the
' rray water, dead; the pain seemed great
er than he could bear. Then her soft.
whispered worda came to him again.
"It will be the one dream, the one mem
jry of my life," she '.aid. "On the shore
if thi. sweet southern sea I have lived
and died. Do many people throw awav
Aeir Uvea like this?"
"I cannot tell," he replied, drearily,
'nor can I tell why Fate has treated us
jo cruelly. If I had been free when I
net you, Hettie, you are the one woman
n the world I should have chosen to be
"And I," she said, in a voice aweeter
:han the cooing of a dove "I should
lave loved yon."
"It seem, to me," went on Sir Basil,
'as though we stood on either side of an
"That which divides us is deeper than
t grave," she said, with a slight shudder.
'I shall never hear the sound of tbe
.raves again without thinking of this."
"Nor shall I. A man should be asham
d to confess cowardice; but I own to
rou. Hettie, I hardly know how to take
lp the burden of life again."
Then, as he was leaving her forever.
:he temptation became too great. He
Masped his arm round her and gathered
ler to his heart. Once, twice, thrice lie
xissed her pale, sweet face, as one kisses
:he face of the best beloved before the
offln lid is closed. In silence then he
ut her away from him; in silence she
sat where he had left her, and he wen?
lway over the great hill, which rose ii ki
i huge barrier between himself and tb.v
rhich was dearest to him on earth.
The last autumn flower had died, and
ver the earth had fallen the white robe
f winter. Sir Basil was busied witb the
oniing election, his marriage and his es
ate. Leah was also engrossed in prep
arations; while the general rejoiced to
ee his niece so active and happy.
One morning the general came down
ull of bright plans and anticipations. It
was one of the rules of the household
it Brentwood that the letters should nev-
r be opened until after breakfast, the
general's idea being that, if they contain
ed bad news, it wss better to delay it;
f good, it would be tbe better for keep
ng. He took the bag in his hands, all
mconscious that it held for him and for
tuers a certain doom.
"We have numerous correspondents
:bis morning," he said, turning out the
Some of the letters contained invita
dons and news from friends; others were
tircular. and charitable appeals. At last
ie general came to one envelope rhat
eemed to puzzle him. He looked at the
ostmark and saw the word "South
vood." "Leah," he cried, "here Is a strange
:hing a letter from Southwood! That is
;he place by the sea, is it not?"
yes," she replied; "but I have never
jeen there. I did not know that you
lad any correspondents in that part of
Jie country, uncle."
"Xor did I," he said. "This Utter is
s-ritten by a lady, 1 am sure. It is an
asy, elegant, flowing hand."
He opened the envelope, drew out the
ettcr and read it. As he did so, all the
olor died from his face and the smile
rom his lips. He perused it slowly anJ
arefully, then looked at Leah.
"This concerns you. Leah." he said. "It
. -.-ifton h vour sister Hettie."
I "By Hettie! Oh, uncle, what is It?
I Tell me what It U about?" she cried, in
I "This letter la from Hettie; and sh
I says that your father is very ill. and
1 wishes to we you."
I i.eah clasped her hand, in dismay.
"Oh, uncle," she cried, "I had so near
My forgotten that terrible past, that
I dreadful lif!"
I -your father is dying, Leah, and he
I wants to see yon."
' She Md her face in her hands, and he
saw that she trembled.
"Too shall not go unlea. yon wish, he
"I must go," b 1 P at
him In troubled despair. "Duty, eon-1
science, honor, all tell me I must go; but
I shrink from it.- Oh, uncle. I hate that
old life so much!"
Sir Arthur took out his watch aa4 lack
ed at It - -,
"We ran catch the midday express," he
.aid. "if we lose no time."
Bnt Leah seemed hardly eonsdoa. of
"Uncle." she said, "there was a time
when Hettie and I had but one heart and
one life between us. How strange that
we were so near, with only tbe great
sreen hill dividing pal r wonoiei .what
Hettie is like."
"She was a very sweet girl," aald the
general. "I wish she bad chosen to come
with us; but I admired then, a. I do now,
tbe faithful, tender heart. We must not
lose time. Leah," he added.
They reached the station Just In time
to catch the midday express that would
enable them to arrive at Southwood long
But, speedily a. they had set out, the
angel of death had been swifter, and
only to find him dead and Hettie lying
iu a lame on me noor.
When Hettie opened her eyea it was
;i iu ute hd passed, yet to Hettie it aeem
ed many hour.
"Too late!" she heard someone say.
Then Leah placed her gently In the chair
and went over to her father. She knelt
down by his aide, and a bitter cry came
from her Hps.
"I am too late," she aald. "too late! Oh,
Hettie, he haa never taken that cruel
curse from me! I am too late!" -
She took the cold, motionless hand in
hers, and the silence in the room was
broken only by her sobs. All tbe past,
with Its grest dread, and her great horror
of it, passed over her aa she looked at
his face the face that would never .mile
or frown upon her again.
Tbe general, watching (be scene, assur
ed himseli uiat !t was better father and
daughter had not met. There could have
I icon nothing pleasant in tbe words they
would have exchanged; there would have
been no real affection. Yet he had a lin
gering, half-superstitious wish that the
terrible curse Martin Ray had hurled at
Leah when they parted had been taken
"I am too later sobbed Leah. "Ob,
Ilettie, If I bad but spoken to him once!
I have often thought of him, often been
sorry; and now I am too late! Tell me if
he spoke about me, if he said anything,
if he wished to see me? He waa my own
father, after all."
Sir Arthur withdrew, signing the wom
en to follow him. It was better to leave
tbe sisters alone with their dead.
An hour afterward, when he went
back, he found them locked in each oth
era arms, and he vowed to himself that
they should not be parted again. Death
had softened his heart, and had inclined
it to the fair and devoted child of his
dead sister. He resolved that, if she
would, she should come away with him,
and leave hhn no more.
Martin Ray had left nothing but his
name. In one sense his daughters were
pleased that it wa. sc. It disproved, they
thought, most conclusively, many of the
charges brought against him. He had
not made mony ont of his starving ad
Hirers. - The funeral was over, and the general
and his two nieces aat in tbe little parlor,
where the blinds were still drawn and
the gloom of death still lingered. Now
that the last solemn rites had been per
formed, the general was anxious to re
turn home; it was of no use spending
even another hour in Southwood. But be
wanted to take Hettie back with him.
He asked her to return with him, to
live with him as his daughter, and not to
leave them again. He liked her all the
iietter because she was in no hurry to
accept the invitation. The girl's heart
was still sore with the old pain. She could
not forget all at once that this man who
was willing now to make her bia adopted
daughter bad denounced her father in
the most unmeasured terms; she could
not forget the scene in the gloomy little
house hi Manchester. In death, as in
life, her heart was faithful to her father.
Had he lived, she would have refused
every overture from Sir Arthur; as it
was, she waa with difficulty persuaded
even to listen to him.
"Come with me, Hettie," he said. "You
shall be my daughter. Leah Is my heir
ess; but I will give you a fortune."
"I do not wish any fortune," she an
swered simply; "I have no use for
turner. But I do want Leah, I would
be Leah's maid in order that I might be
And Sir Arthur thought, a. he saw the
two sisters embrace each other, that it
would be a thousand pities ever to part
It was after a long struggle. Hettie
promised to make her home with Sir Ar
thur and her sister ; and Leah knew that
he would keep her word.
It was arranged that they abonld go
first to London, where a fitting trousseau
and mourning could be provided, and the
two sisters left Southwood with their
bearts full of love for each other,- but
each keeping her secret. Leah had not
told Hettie of her passionate love, her
approaching marriage or the pain which
weighed at times so heavily upon her, nor
did Hettie tell Leah of that episode in
her life which was to her like a fair,
(To be continued.)
Two pasengers were in a cab In
Paris when the discovery was made
that the driver was apparently In a
state of Insensibility. A gendarme
halted tbe rapidly moving vehicle and
then learned that the driver was a
corpse. He had died of heart disease.
The deepest perpendicular mining
shaft in the world la at Prizilram, Bo
hemia. It leads to a lead mine, and
the depth is 3.500 feet. The deepest
hole ever bored in the earth is the
famous artesian well at Potsdam, Prus
sia. This well is 5.500 feet deep.
A little old Irishman, looking at a
picture of Winston Churchill In a
Baltimore bookseller's window, was
told that Churchill wrote novela. "Too
bad! Too bad! He haa a cood face,"
said the Irishman, pityingly.
Dr. Kionka, the Pharmacological
Institute of Breslau, reports that he
has succeeded in producing gout in
fowls by feeding them exclusively on
To shame habitual drunkards Into
reformation their names are posted
on public bulletin boards in Kenosha,
Wis. Lately an ordinance was passed
providing that their photographs or
tintypes should also be displayed.
- Over 70,000.000 needles are made
evtry week in a factory at Redditch,
According to Prescott, the money of
the Aztecs consisted of quills full of
gold dust and bags of chocolate grains.
Before the introduction of coined money
into Greece skewers or spikes of iron
and copper were used, six being; a
drachma or handful.
Californians are beginning; to culti
vate the tomato tree, which bears clus-
: ters of a delicious fruit, thousands of
boxes of which are sent yearly from
Ceylon to London, and for which it is
believed a good market could be found
in our eastern States.
SINGING OF INSECTS.
JAPAN THE ONLY' COUNTRY
WHERE IT IS APPRECIATED.
There the Tiny Pete, rat Their fcxqariaits
Bambno Cag-M, Make the Evenlaar
Air Vocal with. Their Little Clear
and Bell-Like Cries.. '
Singing birds are priced In all coun
tries, but It Is only In Japan that the
notes of Insects bare been appreciated
and the Insects named according to
their different voices. The love of lis
tening to these singing Insects has for
centuries been an impassioned pastime
in Japan, and has created at last a
unique trade and market. In Toklo
toward the end of May little cages of
exquisitely cut bamboo may be seen
hung tip In tbe verandas of houses, and
in tbe cool of the dawn and at the close
jf summer days strange little whistles,
ind tlnkltngs, and trills proceed from
tin se cages and make the air resound
.villi the uiuslc. Uusally Jt is in the
evening after their baths that the peo
ple go and .It In their verandas to lis
ten to the singing insects which tbey
';ave imprisoned there. It was late
me afternoon toward the end of May,
nil I was moving from room to room
n the quiet Buddhist temple which is
uy home. Tbe hush that comes at the
all of twilight wa. on all tbe world,
when my attention was suddenly ar
.ested by a silvery trill, which filled
!t intervals the whole place. It was
delicate and clear, like an etbereallzed
bird's song, and jet of much smaller
volume than a bird's note. I called the
priest's daughter and asked ber what
It was I heard singing. "That is a
'.uzu-mnshr singing," she replied;
"come and I will show you where it is."
She led me to the back of the temple
and pointed to the eaves of a cottage
opposite. Looking across, I saw a tiny
"reed cage hanging up. and In one cor
ner a small black insect, hardly dis
cernible In the dim light. "That Is tbe
insect you heard singing," said the
priest's daughter. "It Is called a "suzu
:nushl.' and it. voice Is beautiful and
Iu three days tbe nest en-nlchl of
Mita came round May 24; and Rlyo,
the priest's daughter, accompanied by
a servant and myself, wended ber way
witb a lantern to tbe night fair at Mita.
T!: whole neighborhood seemed to
have turned out to visit the fair, and
the cheerful clatter of clogs appeared
to leasen tbe gloom of the dark streets
and made up for their want of light.
In the distance the dull glow of hun
dreds of primitive oil lamps put up in
front of the stalls set their smoky mark
on tbe place where the fair was held.
We passed Innumerable stalls, which I
shall not attempt to describe here, as
well as strange portable gardens of
plants, trees andnqwers, and goldfish
nurseries. At last we came to a stall
from which proceeded a shrill babel of
insect sounds. Needless to say. It was
impossible to distinguish one Insect's
cry from another, for they all seemed
to be chirping, and whistling, and trill
ing, one against the other, In a frantic
nnd bewildering way, so that I won
dered how the "mushhlya" could sit so
calmly beneath his stall waiting for
There were so many eager purchas
ers crowding round tbe little stall that
I gave up the Idea of buying the Insect
I wanted that evening. Tbe insect fan
cier gave me his address, and next
morning I made my way through many
back streets to his dwelling. It was
the never-to-be-forgotten chorus of In
sects that guided me at last down a
little back lane to the spot at the end
of a row of one-roomed cots. The cup
Ixmnls full of Insects, all shut up In
their cages, were there, and tbe old
man. opening one of the doors, soon
found me a "suzu-musbl" lor four sen,
and a pretty cage for It In the shape
of a fan for 15 sen, or threepence In
English money. He told me that I
must not hang the Insect up In tbe
draught, but In some cool, quiet corner,
and that, furthermore. It must be fed
bn fresh cucumber every morning. I
promised to follow his Instructions
carefully, and, carrying home my In
sect, hong him up in a corner of my
room and waited for tbe serenade. But
for two day. the 'suzu-mushi' was
finite silent. In vain I put In slice after
slice of cucumber; In vain I whistled
nnd trilled myself at the bar. of bis
tiny rage. He remained mute. In
i!enalr. I called for the priest s wife.
"What Is the matter with this Insect?
It won't sing to me!" she heard me
i-omplaln. "Be patient," she answered.
"The 'suzu-musbl" is in a new cage,
and will not sing till It Is accustomed
to its new surroundings. It feels full
of fesr and cannot sing. Walt a little."
So I waited, and tbe next evening,
when the cage was hung up, the little
creature began to sing merrily, tinkling
away like a tiny bell, as its name Im
plies. Wide World Magazine.
How Japaarse Look at It
Perhaps no other country than Japan
has received so much unstinted praise
In the periodical literature of the laat
two decades. But this Is not enough to
satisfy a native of Japan, says the In
ternational Magazine. He knows that
the powerful and respected nations of
the world are often criticised and oven
bitterly attacked, for certain shortcom
ings. Nothing has less influence upon
a sober and thoughtful Japanese than
laudatory descriptions of the country
and the people.
He suspects that this sort of eulogy
is not thoroughly sincere. It Is like the
applause that Is given to a dog stand
ing on his hind legs nothing remark
able In Itself, but remarkable for him.
What the Japanse prizes more than
anything else is. In essence, what all
people ask for namely, recognltloa
based on mutual respect or equality.
Failing to receive this, ho prefers tha
severest criticism. If not made In a
In fact a Japanese resents the gush
ing attitude toward the art, the scen
ery, or the refined manners of bis coun
try, because he Is aware that these are
really not the objects of national wor
ship In Occidental countries. The fun
damental desires for suajrty thT hum
re than any other Ideal virtue
Kite Draws Sparks from Snow. .
. William A. Eddy, at Bayonne, on a
recent occasion, made his first electric
test in a blizzard.-"by sending aloft' a
six-foot single, plane kits during th.
heavy gale and dense snowfall, sustain
ing In this way a steel wire at a consid
erable height. So severe was the gale
that the kite was repeatedly borne
down to within about fifty feet of the
earth, but It always recovered Its posi
tion aloft The falling snow dimmed
tbe kite, but did not overweight It At
5 p. m. the electric connection with tha
steel wire was severed from the
grounding rod, when tbe hissing sound
of tha brush discharge could be plainly
heard, followed by a one-Inch spark.
Mr. Eddy says that the electrical activ
ity with the kite at so moderate an alti
tude was the greatest he has ever ex
perienced. It was as powerful as Ifa
thunderstorm were near by. At tue
time the steel was paid out it wa. made
to run through an Iran snaphook teth
ered by a chain to a rod driven into the
ground. This was done by Mr. Eddy
to lessen the danger from severe elec
TOLSTOI'S DREAM OF DEATH.
Noted Bnaaian Anticipates His Demise
with All Tranquility.
Count Lyof Tolstoi, who In a recent
Interview published in the Paris Temps
speaks of his death as a thing of the
near future, which he anticipate, with
ail tranquility, can. ar better tbau the
majority of men, adopt a tone of thi.
kind without baring the appearance of
assuming an affected or spectacular at
titude. All his life Tolstoi has been
trying to get at the bottom of things,
and while be has changed much from
period to period, and expressed his ad
vanced lews sometimes more radically
than at others, he may well feel now Id
his seventy-second year that he haa ac-compllab-d
much of permanent value
for the world, and that, even measured
by ' is own high Ulenls. his life has been
vorth the living.
The last twenty years of bt. career
have been very different from the years
that preceded them. There came a
time when be changed from tbe purely
literary .man, full of Ideas about the
right and tbe wrong, and the worthies,
and tbe valuable In society, but express
ing them always in novels and other
form, of a primarily literary nature,
and began to preach and practice a life
of Christianity modeled on tbe New
Testament as he interpreted It far dif
ferent from the ordinary Cbristiiiuity
of the churches. In his last book, bow
ever, "The Resurrection," be has pre
sented in story form the fruits of bia
life experience of tbe various types of
Tolstoi's family was very wealthy at
one time, and tbe estates which he iu
herited were large. In bis early days,
fcfter service In tbe Crimean war. be
lived for a time a wild life in St. Pe
tersburg, reveling In all forms of dissi
pation. Vearylng of it all. he married
and settled down. But the more sober
be grew the wider be opened bis eves
to conditions of social life which be ab
horred. After his novels, especially
"Anna T'arenina" and tbe "Kreutzei
Sonata," which dealt with moral prob
lem., be wrote works giving his view,
of Christianity and religion. Tolstoi
jaa been of tbe greatest service to the
Russian people at many times, and es
pecially In tbe years of famine In 1891-2.
For a time he administered tbe national
relief funds. Despite bis radical views
be long held the confidence of tbe Czar.
MAINE CHIEF JUSTICE.
Jndat Peter Held Honored Public Po
sitions for Nearly Forty Years.
At the age of 77, after serving for sev
enteen years as Chief Justice of. bis
State, Judge John A. Peters recently
resigned, with the enviable title of
"The Best Loved Man In Maine." Since
bia early youth be bas been a leader of
men, and Blaine, in bis book, spoke of
Ibe wonderful power Peters showed in
winning friends without effort.
Because of his Immense personal fol
lowing be was kept In honored public
positions for almost forty consecutive
years, and there was no gift In the pow
er of the people which bo could not
have had tor the asking. All his power
of attracting friends has been summed
np under the head of "personal mag
netism," a thing which Is only another
name far reserve force. No man who
fretted and fumed and worried his life
away ever possessed "personal magnet
It la easy enough tc urn economical
whoa yon hav7 plenty with which to
COCHT LEO TOLSTOI.
TbTB BEST LOVBD SIN IX MAI!f K." -
Bootoh aa Bias la Wrote.
Mrs. Hohmboddle What are yoa
reading that absorbs you so?
Mr. Hohmboddle (looking up from his
book) If a new Scotch novel.
Mrs. Hahmboddie (with enthusiasm)
Oh. rm so fond of those dear dialect
things! Do read me a little. ;
Mr. Hohmboddle Can yon under .
stand it? I
Mrs. Hahmboddie (loftily) Can 1 un- j
Serstand It? Well, I should hope any-1
thing you can understand need not be i
Greek to me! i
Mr. Hahmboddie No: bnt It might
ho Ronton - i
.. .., . , .. , ,
Mrs. Hohmboddle Go on; just read
where you are at I
Mr. Hohmboddle (readlng-"Ye see,
Elpsje." said Duncan, docely. "1 might (
hae malr tbe matter wl' me than ye
wad be spier in'.
AibliUrr ma ec !' '
bit dazzlit, an' am hearin the poolses'
tbuddln' In ma ears, an me toongue Is
tlavln' when It sud be gaein"; an dly
re no' bear the dlrlln' o' ma halrt an'
feel tbe sbakln' o' ma bond this day
gin I gat a glimpse o' ye. salr blrplin
like an auld mon? Dlv ye nae guess
what's a the steer, hlnney, wl'out nif
gaein' it malr words?"
Mrs. Hobmboddie Stop, for good
ness' sake! Wbat In the world Is the
creature trying to say?
Mr. Hobmboddie He's maklug a dec
laration of love.
Mrs. Hahmboddie A declaration of
love? I thought be was telling a lot of
lymptoms to bis doctor. Collier's
JUST VACCINATED. THAT'S ALL.
The Pretty Tonus; Woman Made the
There was something strikingly pic
torial In tbe appearance of a young
lady who sat In tbe upper left-band
corner of a Jackson avenue trolley cat
during oue of Its out-bound rtius the
other morning, says the New Orleant
Times-Democrat It was due. no doubt
to many things to the aristocratic
slenderness of her figure; to her wide,
dreamy eyes, the exact color of wood
violets; to the great black Torest of os
trich plumes that formed her hnt; to
the-geometric curve of tbe towering
collar or her cape. At any rate, sue
looked as If she might have sauntered
out of tbe pages of some journal of
fashion a beautiful denizen of picture
paper land, where skirts always bang
in Just the proper folds and trousers
never bag at the knee.
Everybody looked s t ber, the nieu ad
miringly and the women coldly, as they
always do when another woman is bet
ter dressed, and she withstood the scru
tiny with regal composure. She did
not seem aware that anybody else was
present At last the car neared lier
corner, and when she had pressed the
button and tbe wheels were almost nt
a standstill she arose calmly and gilded
down tbe aisle. She was at the door
when tbe car came to a full stop, and.
seeing ber stagger slightly from the
shock, tbe conductor Instinctively laid
bis hand upon her arm.
It was a courteous and respectful act
and one that might have saved ber
from a fall, but the Instant bis fingers
touched her sleeve the haughty beauty
leaped backward as If she bad seen an
apparition. Her delicate face went
pale and ber dreamy eyes blazed.
"Don't touch me. sir!" she exclaimed,
with a harshness that shocked and as
tonished every hearer. The conductor
was a plain, kindly man. and. flushing
with mortification and chr-.grin. he
tuned back to bis platform, while tbe
young woman gathered ber skirts and
passed swiftly through the door. "Well,
I must say," remarked an elderly gen
tleman who bad taken In the episode
over the top of his newspaper, "that
was about the most painful exhibition
of superciliousness I ever witnessed In
my life. Pshaw! No wonder the poor
are embittered." There was a growl
of approval and the conductor thrust a
smiling face through the doorway
"Don't blame de young lady, gents."
he said, cheerily. "She explained it all
when she was gettln' off. She didn't
mean nothln. You see. she's just bees
A valuable educational Idea comes
from Germany, where school gardens
have long been cultivated by the pupils,
two hours' work per week being com
pulsory. Tbe result Is that tbe com
munity life I. effected. The farm, and
gardens are cultivated with new knowl
edge; the boys and girls work In the
home grounds with greatly Increased
Interest. Destructive Insects and dis
ease are watched for, and tbe crop,
handled with the intelligent care that
comes from knowledge. Tbe introduc
tion of the school garden Into this coun
try Is entirely feasible, says Outlook.
It would create a new avenue of em
ployment for the students In our agri
cultural colleges and experiment sta
tions; it would make another a vein for
the use of tbe knowledge colleen-, 1 by
our Department of Agriculture. Our
township system would make a prac
tical division for tbe control of one agri
cultural supervisor and Instructor. In
stead of tbe school house and ground,
being the least attractive and most bar
ren places In tbe town, tbey might be
come an educating center, by tbe scien
tific cultivation of the grounds, as well
ia. a practical lesson In forming and
gardening to the whole community.
The Great Wall to Be Destroyed.
It Is curious that when China Ii
Just on the eve of introducing Western
.methods of engineering she should
threaten to demolish tbe greatest en
tflneerlng work she possesses; that is
o say, the Great Wall, erected '.UO
k-eara R C. for the nurnoae of keenin
fcack the Tartars. It Is stated that an''Chr' at least four bun-
j iAmerican engineer Is en route to China
IJn behalf of a Chicago syndicate wblcb
1 :1s expected to take a share in the con
tract to be given out by tbe Chinese
government for tbe demolition of the
l wall. Tbe Engineer states that one
French, two British and three German
'flrma aiw alon hiddlnir for tbe work.
. m i. , .i
payment tor i. ' l"
of rich concessions.
Midway between poverty and riches
Is a genial clime, named contentment
with a little.
i The knowledge of sin does not al-
-ways lead to Its acknowledgment
Rw. Dr. Calmage
Mjwti Ticiary la
ia Retreat The Til.
amp mt the Wwked Is Short VI
rna Temptatioa Calamity May B
Averted by ttanialaf Awav From Kvil.
Waswisotoh. D. C From an old time
Battle scene Or. Talmare la this discourse
makes some startling suggestions as to tha
host styles of Christian work and points out
the reason of so many pious failures; text,
Joshua viil.. 7. "Then shall ye rise op from
tba ambush anil seize upon tbe city."
ol tb. tet; In thJ wlde open ,, natbs
onlclc Interrogations and tbe blaneheJ
CUMfcs I realized wbat thrilling drams
It u.- -- aero is too Dia oiif , suurw wj
name than any other city la tbe airesj
simllad with two Iotters. A. L Ai. Joshua
and bis men want to take it. How t" J'o
It Is tbe question. On a former oeeaslob,
in a strigbtforward, face to laee fight, tbay
bad been deleated, but now they are going
to take It by ambuscade. General Joshua
has two divisions tn his army. Tbe one
division tbe battle-worn commander will
lead himself, tbe other division he sends
off to encamp in an ambush on the west
side ot the eity of AI. No torches, nc
lanterns, no souod of heavy battalions,
but 30,000 swarthy warriors moving Is
silence, speaking only in a whisper; no
clicking ot swords against shields, lest the
watchmen of Ai discover it, and tbe strata
Hem be a failure. I( tbe roistering soldier
In tbe Israelitlsb army forgets himself, all
along tbe line the word Is "Husbl"
Joshua takes tbe other division, the one
witb which be is to march, and puts It on
tbe north side of tbe eity of Ai and tben
spena tbe night in reoonnoitertng In tbe
valley. There he Is, thinking over tbe for
tunes of tbe coming day witb something ol
the feelings ol Wellington tbe nlgbt before
Waterloo or of Meade and Lee tbe night
before Gettysburg. There be stands In the
night and says to himself: "Yonder Is the
division in ambush on the west side of At
Here Is tbe division I hareuuder my espec
ial command on tbenorthside of AI. Tben
Is the old city slumbering In Its sin. To
morrow will be tbe battle." Look I The
morning already begins to tip tbe hills. Tbf
military officers of Ai look out in the morn
ing very early, and, while tbey do not set
the division in ambush, tbey behold the
otber divisions of Joshua, and tbe cry "T
armsl To arms!" rings through all th
streets of the old town, and every sword
whether hacked and bent or newly welded,
Is brought out, and all tbe Inhabitants ol
tbe eity of At poor througb tbe gates, an
Inruriated torrent, ana tueir cry is, "uorae,
we'll make quick work with Joshua ami
No sooner bad these people of AI com
out against tbe troops of Joshua than
Joshua gnve such a command as he seldom
gave "Fall back!" Why, they could nol
believe their own ears! Is Joshua's cour
age failing bim? Tbe letreat Is beaten.
and the Israelites are flying, throwing
blankets and canteens on every side undei
this worse than Bull Ruu defeat. And you
ought to bear the soldiers of Ai cheer and
cueer ana cneer. uac tney nuzza coo soon.
Tbe men lying In ambush are stralninf
their vision to get some slgual from Joshui
that they may know wbat time to dro
upon tbe city. Josbua takes bis burnlsbec
spear, glittering In tbe sun like a shaft ol
doom, and points It toward tbe city, and
when the men np yonder tn the ambush see
it with hawklike swoop they drop upon AI
and without strote of sword or stab ol
spear take the city and pot it to the torch.
So much for the division that was 1c
ambush. How about tbe division nndei
Joshua's command? No sooner does
Joshua stop In the flight than all bis men
stop with him, and as be wheels they
wheel, for In a voice ot thunder be cried
"Halt!" one strong arm driving back a
torrent of flying troops. And tben, as be
points his spear througb tbe golden light
toward that fitted city, bis troops know
that tbey are to start tor it. What a scene
it was when the division In ambush which
bad taken tbe city marcbed down against
tbe men of Ai on tbe one side, and tbe
troops nnder Josbua doubled up tbeii
enemies from the otber side, and tbe men
of Ai were caught between tbesetwo hurri
canes of Israelitisb courage, thrust before
and behind, stabbed in breast and baok.
ground between tba upper and tbe netbei
Ljnlllstones oi uoa s inaignationi woe tc
Tnto eity of Ai! Cheer for Israeli
Lesson the first: There is suoh a thing as
victorious retreat. Joshua's falling back
was the first chapter in his successful be
siegement. And there are times In your
life when tbe best thing you can do is to
run. Ton were once the victim ot strong
drink. Tbe demijohn and tha decantei
were your fierce foes. Tbey came down
upon you with greater fury than the men ol
Ai upon the men of Joshua. Tour only
safety is to get away from them. Tout
dissipating companions will come around
vou for your overthrow. Hun for yout
life! Fall back! Fall back from tbe drink
ing saloonl Fall back from tbe wine
partyl Your flight is your advance; your
retreat is your victory. There Is a saloon
down on tbe next street that has almost
been tbe ruin of your soul. Then wby do
you go along that street? Wby do you not
Cass tbrough some other street rat her than
y tbe place of your calamity? A spoon
ful ot brandy taken for medicinal pur
poses by a man who twenty years before
had been reformed from drunkenness
hurled Into inebriety and the grave one of
the best friends I ever bad. Betreat is
Here Is a converted Infidel. He is so
strong now In bis faith in tbe Gospel he
says he can read anything. Wbat are you
reading? Bollngbroke? Andrew Jackson
Davis's tracts? Tyndall's Glasgow Uni
versity address? Drop them and run. You
will be an Infidel before you die unless you
quit that. Tbese men ot Ai will be too
much for you. Turn your back on the rank
and file of unbelief. Fly before they cut
you with their swords and transfix yon
with their javelins.
So, also, there is victorious retreat in the
religious world. Thousands of times the
kingdom of Christ bas seemed to fall back.
When tbe blood of tbe Scotch Covenanters
gnve a deeper dye to the heather of tbe
highlands, when the Taudols of France
chose extermination rather than make an
unchristian surrender, wbeu on St. Bartho
lomew's day mounted assassins rode
through tbe streets of Paris, crying "Kill!
Bloodletting is good In August! Kill!
Death to tbe Huguenots! Kill!" when
Lady Jane Grey's bead rolled from tbe
executioner's block, when Calvin was Im
prisoned in the castle, when John Knox
died for the trntb, when John Bunyan lay
rotting in Bedford jail, saying, "It God
will help me and my physical life con
tinues, I will stay here until tbe moss
grows on my eyebrows rather than give up
my faith," the days of retreat for the
church were days of victory.
Tbe pilgrim fathers fell baok from the
other side of the sea to Plymouth Bock,
but now are marshaling a continent for
tbe Christianlzation6t the world. The
Church of Christ falling back from Pied
mont, falling back from Bue St. Jacques,
falling back from St. Denis, falling back
from Wurtemberg castles, falling back
from tbe Brussels market place, yet all tbe
time triumphing. Notwithstanding all tbe
reverses wbieb the Church of Christ suf
fers, wbat do we see to-day? Twelve thou
sand missionaries of tbe cross on heathen
grounds; eighty thousand ministers of
dred millions of Christians on the earth.
Falling back, yet advancing until the old
Wesleyan hymn will prove true:
The Hon of Jndah shall break the chain
And give us tbe victory again and agalnl
But there is a more marked illustration
of victorious retreat in tbe life ot our
Josbna, tbe Jesus of tbe ages. First fall
ing back from an nnuallinir helv ht to an
appalling deptb. faring from celestial bills
1 -a terrestrial valleys, from throne to man-
.... ... that did not seem to sofflce Him as
! .a retreat. Falling back still farther
from Bethlehem to Nasaretb, from Naz
rrh to Jerusalem, back from Jerusalem
lo Golgotha, back from Golgotha to the
mausoleum In tbe rock, back down over
the nreeinlce. of perdition until He walked
imld tbe eaverns of the eternal captives
and drank ot tbe wine ot the wratb ot
Almighty God, amid the Ababs and tbe
Jrsebels and tbe Beisliazzars. Uh, men ot
tba pulpit and meu of the pew, Christ's
descent front heaven to earth does not
measure half tbe dlstanoet It was from
glory to perdition. He descended Into
hell. All the records ot earthly retreat an
as nothing compared witb this inlliug
back. Santa Anna, with tbe fritgments ot
his army flying over tbe plateaus of Mexico,
and Napoleon and his anny retreating
from Moscow into the awful snows ot
Russia are not worthy to be mentioned
with this retreat, when ail the powers ot
darkness seemed to be pursuing Christ as -Ha
fell back until the body of Him who
same to dosueb wonderful things lay pulse
less and stripped. Methloks that the city
of AI was not so emptied of Its inhabitants
when they went to pursue Josbua as per
dition was emptied of devils when they
started for the pursuit of Christ, and He
fell back and back, down lower, down
lower, chasm below chasm, pit below pit,
until He seemed to strike the bottom of ob-
iurgatlon and scorn and torture. Ob, the
ong, loud, jubilant shout of bell at tbe de
feat of tbe Lord God Almighty!
Lesson tbe second: Tbe triumph of the
vkeke". bort. Did you ever see an army
n a anlcf There is nothing so unco. "
trollauij." Ir-Joa V.aJ stoS 1 at Long Bridge,
Washington, during the opening ot our
sad Civil War, you would know what it In
to see an army run. And when those meu
of AI looked out and saw those men of
Joshua In a stampede they expected easy
work. Xliey would scatter them as tne
equinox the leaves. Oh, tbe gleeful and
jubilant descent of tbe men of Ai upon the
men ol Josnual llut tneir exiniarntion was
brief, for the tide of battle turned, nn.i
tbese quondam conquerors lett their miser
able carcasses In tbe wilderness of Bet ha
ven. So it always is. The triumph of the
wicked is short. Yon make '20,000 at the.
gambling table. Do you expect to keep it?
You will die in the poorhouse. You make
a fortune by Iniquitous traffic. Do you ex
pect to keep It? xour money win scatter.
or It will stay long enough to curse your
children after you are dead.
Call over tbe roll of bad men who pros
pered and see how short was their prosper
ity. For awhile, like the men of Ai, they
went from conquest to conquest, but alter
awhile disaster rolled back upon them, nnd
tuey were divided Into three parts. Mis
fortune took their property, thegravetook
their body and the lost world took tbeir
foul. I am always Interested in the bull I-
iug of palaces of tlisslpatlon. I like to huve
them built ot the best granite and have the
rooms made large and to have the plllari
made very firm. God is going to couquer
them, and they will be turned iuto asylums
and art galleries aud churches.
How long will it take your boys to get
througb your ill gotten gains? The wicked
do not live out bnlf tbeir days. Forawhile
tbey swagger and strut aud mnke a great
splash lathe newspapers, but after awhile
it all dwindles dowu into a brief paragraph:
"Died anddeuly, April 8, 1!30, at thirty-five
years of age. Relatives and frieuds of the
family are Invited to attend the funeral on
Wednesday at 2 o'clock I rom his late resi
dence on Madison square. Interment at
-Greenwood or Onk Hill." Some of them
jumped off tbe docks. Some of tbem took
Prussia acid. Some of them fell under the
snap ot a Derringer pistol. Some of tliem
spent tbeir days in a lunatic asylum.
Where are William Tweed and his asso
ciates? Where are James Fisk, the liber
tine, and all the otber misdemenunuts?
Tbe wicked do not live ont bnlf their days.
Disembogue, O world of darknessl Come
up. Hildebrand and Henry II mid liobes
plerre, and with blistering nnd blasphem
ing and asben lips, hiss out, "The triumph
ot tbe wicked is short."
: Lesson the third: How much may be ac
complished by lying in ambush for oppor
tunities. Are you hypercritical of Joshua's
maneuver? Do you say that It was cheat
ing for blm to take tliat city by ambus
cade? Was it wrong for Washington to
kindle campdrej on jersey heights, giving
the impression to tbe opposing force that
a great army was encamped there when
there was none at all? I an-wtr, if th
war was right, then Joshua was right It
bis stratagem. He violated no flg ol
truce. He broke no treaty, but by a lawful
ambuscane captured tbe city of Ai.
Ob, that we all knew bow to lie in nin
busb for opportunities to serve Godl The
best of our opportunities do not lie on the
surface, but are secreted. By taut, by
stratagen, by Christian ambuscide, you
may take almost any castle of sin foi
Christ. Come up toward men with rcg-"
nlar beslegeinent of argument, and you
will be defeated, but just wait until the
door of tbeir hearts is set ajar, or .they are
off their guard, or tbeir severe caution If
away from home, and then drop iu on them
from a Christian ambuscade.
There bas been many a man up to his
chin in scientific portfolios which' proved
there was no Christ and no divine revela
tion, bis pea a sclmeter flung Into the
heart of theological opponents, who never
theless has been discomfited and captured
for God by some little three-year-old child
who bas got up and put ber snowy arms
around his sinewy neck and asked sjine
simple question about God.
Ob, muke a flank movement! Steal a
march on tbe devil! Client that man iutn
heavenl A 5 treatise that will stand all
the laws ot koiniletlcs mnv f ill to do that
which a penny tract ot Christian entreaty
Ob, for more Christians In ambuscade
not lying In idleness, but walling for a
quick spring, waiting until just tbe right
time comes! Do not talk to a man about
the vanity ot this world on the day when
be bos bought soraethlug at "V2" nnd Is
going to sell it at "15." llut talk to him
about the vanity of the world on fie day
when be has bo:ight something at "15" and
Is compelled to sell it at "12."
Lesson the fourth: The luportance of
taking good aim. There Is Joshun, but
how are those people im aajbush up yonder
to know when they are to drop ou the city,
and how are these men around Joshua to
know when they are to stop their light
and advance? There must be some sigual
a signal to stop the one division an I to
start tbe other. Joshua, with a spear on
which were ordinarily huug the colors of
battle, points toward the city. He stuuds
In sucb a conspicuous position, and there
Is so much of the morning light dripping
from tbe spear tip, that all around the
horizon they see it. It was as much us to
say: "There Is the city. Take ill"
God knows and we know that a great
deal of Christian attack amounts to notb
lug simply because we do not take km1
aim. Nobody knows and we do not know
ourselves which point we want to take
when we ought to make up our minds what
God will have us to do and point our spear
in that direction and then hurl our body,
mind, soul, time, eternity at that one tar
In our pulpits' and pews and Sunday
schools and prayer meetings we want to get
a reputation for saying pretty things, and
so we point our spear towardthe flowers,
or we want a reputation for saying sub'lme
things, and we point our spear toward the
stars, or we want to get a reputation for
historical kuowledge, and wa point our
spear townrd the pnst, or we want to get n
reputation for great liberality, so we.wlog
onr spear all around, while there Is the
old world, proud, rebellions and nrtned
against all righteousness, and iustead of
running any further away from Its pursuit
we ought to turn around, plant our foot In
the strength of the eternal God, lift the old
cross and point It In the direction of tbe
world's conquest till, the redeemed of
earth, marching up from one side and the
glorified of heaven marching down from
the other side, the last battlement of sin
Is compelled to swing ont the streamers of
Emanuel. O ehurcb of God, take aim and
Give tbe man you wish to benefit
your idea, and let bim frame It in his -own
thoughts. Don't do his thinking
Some men are so busy trying to avoid
work than they have no time to earn
bread for their families.
Poverty Is not dishonorable any more
than sickness; it Is only the cause of it
I that may be dishonorable.
Only those v. ho touch God can teach
The fact that God has no pleasure
In the death of the wicked doea not
infer that He is satisfied with their
The most Important work for the
present Is that for the future.