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B. F. SCHWEIER,
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Editor and Proprietor.
VOL. LTV.
MIFFL.INTOWN, JUNIATA COUNTY, PENN., WEDNESDAY, APRIL, 25, 1900
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CIIAPTER XIV.
Sir r.ail walked slowly up the avenue;
he lonkd tired and pale not at all like
a guy or eager bridegroom. Shadows to
bis eyes told of sleepless nights, of weary
day. of sad thoughts. Yet he bad in his
maijier something of the man who has
fmight a pood 6ght and has overcome.
He reflet-tod. as he walked between the
lone lines of leafless trees, that after all
he was more fortunate than most men.
He had known the rapture of true love,
even though it had lasted so short a
time.
How well he remembered th first
m.irnins he cnme to Brentwood, and the
beautiful face shining in the midst of the
passion flowers! What a fatal morning
it had boon for him! He could recall the
peculiar expression of Leah's face the
first moment her eyes met his; and she
had told him since that in that first mo
ment she had loved him. How loving
and faithful she had been to him ever
ince! How many men would give their
lives for the love she lavished on him
and he was so cold!
"I will make it all up to her," he
thought; and then through the leafless
trees he saw the terraces and the pretty
balustrate where the great clusters of
passion flowers grew in summer the
very spot in which he had first seen her;
and, unless he was mistaken, she was
there now. Yes, he could see the folds
of a long blass dress on the white stones
of the terrace; he could see one whit
hand, lying idly on the ledge where the
brown tendrils looked withered and dead.
S'je was looking toward the house. He
wonld go to her noiselessly and take her
In his arms; he would kiss her, and say
loving words to her.
One arm was half round her and his
dark, handsome head bent over hear be
fore he perceived that the beautiful
masses of hair were of gold. The next
moment the fair face seemed to flash into
,his own, a cry came from the pale lips, a
great suock overwneimea mem.
There was a terrible moment of fear
and pain, of bewilderment and surprise,
followed by a deep silence that was full
of agony. Then, faintly, from hhn came
the name "Hettie!" so tremulously spok
en that it was like a sigh.
"Hettie." he repeated, . "is it you?"
She shrank back with a little, wailing
cry that seemed to, go straight to his
heart.
Could It be Hettie? Was that the gold
en head which had lain for a few happy
minutes on his breast? Was that the
fair, pale face which he had covered
-with kisses and tears? Could, it be the
girl whom he had left by the sea, never
to meet again?
"Is it really Hettie?" he saidf and he
laid his hand upon hers, as though he
half fancied sh-e would melt Into thin
air. "I cannot trust my own eyes. Speak
one word to me. Are you really Hettie
"Do you not know me?" she said, re
proachfully. "Surely I am Hettie Kay,
Just as surely as I am the most miserable
girl in th wide world."
"Hettie, Hettie, what brought yon
here?" He made no attempt to caress
her. He drew back from her, and looked
at her with wild, troubled eyes. "What
has brought you here?" he repeated. "I
have tried my best; I have fought a
fiercer fight with my heart than any man
ever fought: and now, when I had begun
to hope for peace, yon rise from the very
around, as It were, before me, Hettie. in
heaven's name, tell me what brings you
here?"
Th. far before hhn was miserable
enough; there was the very anguish of f
woe in the blue eyes. i
"Do yon not know," she said, slowly,
"who I am?"
"Yon are Hettie Ray," he replied.
"AlasI alas!" she cried, wringing her
bands. "I begin to see now; I begin to
understand. What have I done that
heaven should punish me so? What have
I doner
"Hettie," he said, gently, "I do not un
derstand. What U the matter?"
"Who are you?" she cried. She stood
before him with her hands clasped, her
pale face raised, hanging, as It were, on
the words that were to fall from hia lips.
"Who axe you?" she repeated. "Do not
keep me m suspense. Tell me, quickly."
Still no glimmer of the truth came to
him. He wondered at the intense anx
iety of her manner.
"I forgot," he said: "you never knew
my name. I am Sir. Basil Carlton, of
She repeated the words after him. her
white lips trembling. They brought no
memory to her.
"Sir Basil Carlton!" she repeated. I
do not mean that. Who are you? Tell
me for heaven's sake, are yon Leah s
fiance? They said that Leah's lover was
coming to-day. Heaven cannot be so
cruelyou cannot be Leah s fiancee .'
'I am Leah's lover, my poor darling,
he said, sadly. . . . ' .
"And she loves yon so! Oh, how has it
happened? We were talking about you
the other day no, this morning. It seems
to me long since she told me about her
lover, and how she loved him. Oh heav
en' how it all comes back to me! I told
her such a great love could never be a
nanny one; but how little I thought
She paused, and then, after a minute s
n'ence. she looked at him again. "You,
she-" "axe Leah's, lover. She love
vou so dearly she huu aue should die n
she were parted from you. And you I
remember you told me that you did not
love her. that it was circumstances that
ed to the engagement. And she loves
you so! Oh. hapless Leah! oh. nnserab.e.
thrice-wretched me!"
She shrank back against the withered
sprays of the passion flowers. All her
strength and youth seemed to leave her;
her white face and wild eyes were terri
ble to see.N .
Half frightened because of her despair,
he drew nearer to her. -
"Hettie," he said, "irtath Leah to
you? Tell me who yon arer
"Do you not know?" she said.
"Have
they not tow yon t
"Told me what?" b cried.
"What Is
itr
A sickening sense of insecurity came to
her. If neither Leah nor Sir Arthur had
said anything to him what could she say?
Was he to know all about her? If she
told him that she was Leah's sister and
' that they were both daughters of Martin
t ,iai vnnM haDDen?
xt,'... iu,.r rmr faint with dread and
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nnllL.
sr. kji out ner nanus ui iucv
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him with an imploring, gesture.
BBBaeiiiiLl r
M. MAEME
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"Do you not know?" she said.
"Cat
you not guess who I am?"
"How can I? Why, Hettie. what need
l there for mystery? You can have
nothing to fear in telling me, - What
brings yon, Martin Kay's daughter, here
to t rent wood, and what
Leah?" ;
are yon to
, "You cannot guess?" she said.
"You
nave no iaea7"
"None. I cannot guess. What are yoo
ieeping from me, Hettie?"
"My story and Leah's," she replied;
"and I cannot tell it to you. You trust
ask them to tell it."
The quick footstep of on of th men
servants we beard on th terrace. With
out a word Sir Basil went to meet him.
"Sir Arthur would be glad to see you
in the library at once. Sir Basil," said
the man. IX he fait any curiosity about
th figure crouching -against the balus
trade he gave no sign. - -
"Say that I will be there in a few
minute," was the reply; and the man
went away.
Sir Basil turned to Hettie. ...
"Let me take you to the house, Het
tie," he said. "You must sot remain
her." .
"I cannot go. You must leave me bete.
I cannot walk," she said; "I cannot
stand. Do you not see how I tremble 1
You must leave me."
-"My darling," he began.
"Hush, Basil!" she said. "Remember,
you are Leah's lover."
Her eyes were dim with tears as she
watched him Leah's lover; and then,
as he went slowly down th terrace, a
mist seemed to rise before her; she sway
ed to and fro, staggered and, helpless,
lifeless, fell suddenly to the ground.
CHAPTER XV.
Sir Arthur was alone, and so preoccu
pied with hi own thoughts that he did
not notice the pallor and agitation of
Leah's lover. He shook hands with him.
and welcomed him home most heartily.
"I am glad to see you, Basil," h said.
"I assure you that some of us have found
the past ten days very long ones. W
have had a very unpleasant, anxious time
of it since we parted. I am thankful it
is over. There remain a duty pern pi
even more disagreeable, and that is to
tell you a story which I would fain have
buried m oblivion.
"A story r repeated Sir Basil. This,
then, was what Hetti meant when she
said "they" had something to teU him.
"You will always remember, Basil, that
it is I who hare kept this secret from
you. It was by my desire, my -wish, that
nothing was said. Leah would have had
it otherwise, if I had let her have hei
own way. - The fault. If there be any
fault, lie with me. Yoo can Judge when
I have told you. Let me add this it
anything which I tall you should be ad
verse to your tastes and opinion, you
are free as air. Leah would not bind
you. You have but to say the word."
"Nothing can free me from Leah," he
said; and Sir Arthur, in hia satisfaction
at the words, did not notice the tone of
the speaker's voice.
At first Sir Basil seemed hardly to real
ize the word he heard they passed ovet
him, as it were; then they began to
strike on his brain. Some faint glimmer
of the truth came to him when he heard
the name of Martin Ray enough to turn
him faint and dissy, to make his heart
beat wildly.
He never forgot that honr. From the
window he saw the dbnsMne on the dis
tant hill and wood, on the bare
branches of the trees, on the white stone
terrace and th evergreen; a little robin
redbreast flew up and down; th wind
blew th brown branches of a dead guelder-rose
against th window panes. He
never forgot one detail.
Th general wondered at his silence,
and, when he had finished his story, wait
ed for his young companion to speak. Stil
Sir Basil sat with his face to the win
dow, silent and still.
"You are not angry, Basil?" said Sii
Arthur, gently. "You are not vexed at
this concealment?"
"Ndt in the least," he replied. "I think
t was most natural for you to act as you
did in the circumstances. I do not blame
you; nor, as I told you before, does the
disclosure affect me in the smallest de
zree. I am only sorry that I did not
know the truth from the first."
If he had known it all this trouble
would have been avoided.
"If you are not vexed or annoyed, tell
me what makeayou look so strange,
Basit?"
s
"Do I look strange? Then it must lx
because I do not feel quite myself thi
morning. Perhaps my journey has tirec
me; and I was in a hurry to come ovei
here."
"Have you seen Leah?" asked Sir Ar
thur. "No, not yet. - One of the footmen met
me on the terrace, and told me that you
desired to see me."
Sir Basil was open and honest as the
day. He hated deceit, and he paused
now to think whether he should tell the
general anything of his adventures at
Southwood. It could answer no purpose
do no good. -It would only lead to in
tolerable complications.' No harm had
been intended in keeping a secret from
him; he, in his turn, might surely keep s
secret from Sir Arthur and Leah above
all. when the revelation of it would cause
only misery. His conscience was quite
clear. He decided to keep his secret; no
one there need ever suspect that he had
known Martin Ray.
"I am sure yon will be pleased; and we
shall all be the happier for her coming,
continued the general. "Hettie has not
been with us many days, jjkI not many
hours here at Brentwood, yet I havt
found her a very pleasant addition to our
home circle. I like to hear the sisters
laugh and talk together. King Francis
was right when he said that a court with
out ladies was like a garden without
flowers. A house without women U a
desert. And now, Basil, that I have told
rou all, let It die. Let us enjoy our
selves; let us be-happy, and bury the past
that has nothing pleasant in it. When
von see Leah, tell her that you know ul!.
and that it makes no difference; she will
be DrfectlT happy then."
As he spoke, the general heard some
slight confusion, a sound of footsteps, a
I uibdoed murmur.
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there is something
x
wrong.'lhe said to Basil. i "What is the
matter?" he asked, turning to the ser
vant who had entered.
"Miss Hettie is ill, sir," replied the
man. "Miss Hat ton found her in a faint
on the terrace, and ordered her to be
carried to her room." .
Sir Basil' face turned ghastly white.
If ah w UL it was his fault. He
ought not to have left her; he should
have remained with her and risked all. .
' Sir Basil's thoughts were gloomy ones
as he walked home to Glen. What was
he to do? This state of things could not
last. Even If he could control himself,
Lean was o quick that she wouid soon
perceive what it was that was amiss
with Hettie; and then Well, he
thought it would be far easier to meet
death in any shape than to meet Leah
after she knew his secret. He could not
witness HettJe's suffering, nor could h
bear to think of Leah's despair. He could
not understand the difficulties by which
he was encompassed; he was like one
groping la the dark. He determined that
he would rest his brain and his thoughts,
and then decide. :
It was easier to plan than to do. No
rest, no sleep came to Mm that night. The
sisters seemed to stand on either side of
his pillow Hetti whom he worshiped,
Leah who loved him. He told himself
that,- if this lasted much longer, be should
go mad. .
The morning brought him sad intelli
gence a note from Leah saying that
He! tie was 01 and that the doctor, for
whom they had sent In all haste, pro
nounced It a dangerous case of brain
fever.
"Come over as soon as you can and
comfort me, Basil. I cannot endure to
think that I have found my sister only
to lose her."
"If she dies I have murdered her," be
aid to himself bitterly.
He went over at once and found the
.1 hole household in despair. The general
met him with outstretched hand and
;;rave facet
"Brain fever!" be said. "Basil, what
can have caused brain fever? I cannot
understand it. And she is in danger
really in danger! Poor, pretty Hettie!
What to to be doner'
There was no need for Sir Basil to ex
press his sympathy. If anything could
have comforted Sir Arthur in this hour
of his distress it would have been th
hearty, honest, evident grief of his young
companion.
It was a melancholy time. For many
days the shadow of death lay over the
household. There were hushed voices,
silent footsteps, and fervent prayers for
the beautiful young girl who lay quite
unconscious of all that passed. Every
thing that skill and love could suggest
was done,- but for many days the issue
was doubtful. It was Leah's first ex
perience of illness or physical suffering,
and it impressed her greatly. None of
the sufferer's words were intelligible
ber utterance was only an inarticulate
murmur, vague and terrible. Once or
twice, when Leah was with ber, she
thought she overheard the word "Glen;"
but she concluded It most have been
fancy. It brought no meaning to ber, al
though It was the name of ber lover's
home.
During those long weeks of wssry suf
fering no man could have been more mi
arable than Sir Basil. He wandered
round the house like a shadow. He could
not bear to leave it, nor could he bear
to be left alone. He seemed to spend the
greater part of the day in asking but one
question from different people "How is
the now?" ' He grew thin, pale and hag
gard; years seemed to hare fallen oa
aim.
Leah was troubled about him, and
warned him to be careful, for he looked
as though he were about to have a severe
illness himself.
(To be continued.)
Mr. Josh Slmklsis on Etiquette,
- I've studied up on etiquette.
Read every book that I could get.
And yet
There isn't one in all the lot
That tells a feller it is not
De rigger to eat pie
For breakfast, hence why shouldn't I?
And, furthermore, I cannot find
In all the books I call to mind
A single line
That gives a reason worth a whoop
Against a second plate of soup
When fellers dine.
And as for eating marrowfats
Without a spoon, I think that that's
A fool
ish sort of rule.
When I eat peas
I'll do as I darn please!
And What is more, till I'm a snob
I'll eat my corn straight off the cob;
And sparrergrass I'll eat as I
Have always done in days gone by
A sort of dangling from the sky;
A' sort of gift from heaven corned
Held 'twlxt my finger and my thumb.
And as for those peculiar thiugs
Called finger-bowls, I vow, by jings!
I will not use 'em as they say
The bon-tons uses 'em to-day.
If my hands ain't both good and clean,
The pump la where it's slways been ;
And far aa ever I could see.
It's plenty good enough for me.
I don't stand much on etiquette.
And yet
I'm too polite to wssh my paws
At table spite of social laws.
-Harper's Bazar.
Father Hain't T'me
Johnny I wanted to go fisuln' to-day,
but me father made, me come to. Sun
day school Instead.
Teacher Ah! that's a father to be
proud of. DM be explain why you
shouldn't fish to-day?
"Yes'm; be said he hadn't time to d:g
balt for two." Philadelphia Record.
The word abandon orig'unlly s! ;n ti,-d
"to run away from your colors."
Regenerations Is the only cure for
degeneration.
Truth is violated by falsehood, and
It may be equally outraged by silence.
The knowledge of sin does not always
lead to it acknowledgement.
If the stars went out of business be
cause they were not suns the night
would be drear.
"They that cannot have what they
like should learn to like what they
have." A tough lesson, but well worth
learning. -
Remember that if the opportunities
for great deeds should never come the
opportunity for good deeds is renewed
for you day by day. The thing for us
to long for is the goodness, not the
glory.
He who knows a great many trades
is master oi none.
Never build after you are flve-and-
forty; have five years' income in hand
before you lay a brick; and always
calculate the expense at double the es
timate.
A man bv his conversation mav soon
overthrow what by argument or per
suasion he doth labor to fasten upon
others for their good.
Men may save money, but money will
never save them.
A UEN1LEMAN RANKER
Sow He .
Spoiled Hie Letter The
Trooper's Ufa.
H was sitting with hia back against
i bowlder, bis rifle barrel resting on a
ton, the stock on his knees. . He was
islng the stock for a desk and was
krrlttng laboriously in pencil oa ft
trampled half-sheet of paper, says the
PaU Mall Garett.
-This Is devilish bard work." b said,
'bat I must get It don to-day. 1 was
ilways a poor flat at ft letter. How
lo you spell reconnoissance?"
Trooper MS gave him his Idea of It.
"That's aU wrong." be said. "I'm
or there Isn't a 'k' In it. But It doesn't
natter. AU my spelling's gone to the
luc. I never - learned anything at
ichool, and not much since." "
Trooper 943 laughed. "Seems to me
rou know a lot," be said.
"No blarney ! If yon don't knew as
nnch yon ought to be ashamed of
rourself." .
Trooper 943 laughed again. He was
ying on his stomach with a sharp eye
:oward a possible shot A dosen other
men were Intent on the same business.
irhHe a couple more were looking after
be horses.
"They never offered me no commis
sion," be said.
Well, I didn't take the one they of
fered me, 'did I? I mad op my mind
when I was a kid I wasn't going to be
gentleman. I don't see why yon
ihouid keep on snickering. Tell ma how
o spell that blessed French officer's
lame, and shut up. I didn't see the
tood of being a gentleman, like ft lot
f chaps I knew; 1 didn't look like a
rade tbafd ault me. I did all sorts
f things to harden myself; used to
arrap up ta a blanket and sleep on the
loor Inst sad of tn bed. I dare say you
:hisk that wa all tommy rot. , Well.
Vaps It 'was."
A tmlMt bossed overhead. Trooper
MS atghtwl and fired.
"Got htm?"
"I wouldn't like to be the bloke's wife
tad fam'ly."
"Tell me If yon see anything else. 1
avst get this finished."
He scribbled on for a rime In silence,
Iropped bis pencil, picked It up. and
ose to stretch himself. -
"Git down, atoopld!" said Trooper
M3.
A second bullet bussed and the oth
er's right arm dropped to his side.
"Slick through the shoulder," be said.
He sat down again, looking a little
ale.
"Now you've bin and spoilt your 'and
vritlDg," said MS. "Told yon so. Does
t 'urtr .
"No, not much. Here, Just sign my
isme st the end of that letter, will
rour
Trooper 943 signed the name In a
hambling, awkward band. Then he
icgan to grumble again.
"Just like yon! Tbe best In our little
ot got a 'ole in him. Bit' me. If yon
iln't a daisy!"
The other took the letter and eram
n ed It Into his pocket with hi left
land.
"Shut up," be said. "I can shoot
rom tbe left. Hallo! Look out!"
The men were on their feet and tn
:be saddle in a moment, all but Troop
er 943, who fell to one of th twenty
Dullets that had aplt among them. Tb
etter writer was down sgaln In a flash
ind bad him across bis horse. Trooper
.43 laughed again, though rather fee
ly. "Well, you are a daisy!" he said.
The men scattered and rode off In
tputter of ballets.
"Drop me," said Trooper 943. "I'll
Se all right. You'll only git copped."
"Shut up!"
They did not get copped, but It was
t ride to be remembered'aU tb days
f a msn's life. Also, tbe letter was
-polled.
"You ought to 'ave th V. C" said
43, some hours later. "Yon fair saved
ne."
"Did 17' said a voice from tbe next
bed. "And yon spoilt my letter, you
ungrateful beggar. Yon might have
:hosea somewhere else to bleed."
Trooper 943 grinned and tried to turn
bis bead.
"Fair saved me. you did," be said.
"Too ain't ft gentleman, are yon? Oh,
nor
Aa Expensive Care.
"Went home Thursday night and
found my wife 111. Symptoms alarming.
Dosed" ber best I could. Friday morn
ing she was no better. - Felt worried.
Wife dull and stupid. No life to her.
Started for doctor. Struck by happy
thought. Turned back. Cure com
plete." "What was Itr
"Simple as pie. Just said Too bad
yon have to be sick on bargain day, my
dear.' She bounced up. "What!" she
cried, "how stupid of one to forget' In
five minutes she was up and dressed
and frizzing her hair."
"Wouldn't It bave been cheaper to
have fetched the doctor r
"By Jove, I guess it wonld !" Cleve
land Plain Dealer.
Schoolboys Being Demoralised.
A New York superintendent of
schools says: "We bar bad more case
of corporal punishment to Investigate
this year than usual Our boys seem
more than ever given to fighting. I
think It in due to th way m which
most of tbe newspapers exploit the
doings of prize fighters. Not only It
a great deal of space devoted to prizs
fights, but tbe pugilists and scenes at
the ringside are fully illustrated. Now,
all this has a bad effect on tn boyi
and Is tbe cause of most of their disor
derly acts."
Tonch-Bntton Umbrellas.
Self-opening and closing umbreilai
are being made In Germany, tb baa-
ale and stick being formed of three tele
scoping tubes with a colled spring ii
tbe upper portion of the stick, which Ii
set after the umbrella Is opened oi
closed In order to reverse tbe move
ment by touching a button In the ban
die.
A pretty and becoming new drest
and bat are fountain of youth enougl
for almost any woman.
A cap has to b too small to drlnl
out of before tbe women will adml
that It to pretty.
- Harry Lehr, of Baltimore, made a
err tart reply to Mrs. J. Coleman
Drayton, whose name was much in the
public mouth a few years ago. at the
new year's german.- He had been prat
tling to tbe lady for some time. when,
anxious to get rid of him, she snapped
out: "Now, trot along, Mr. Lehr; yon
are entirely too iady-llke for me."
Whereupon Mr. Lehr replied: "I am
sorry I can't say tbe same for you. Mis.
Drayton." .
A Russian once told Archbishop Ben
son that be saw In a police court In
Russia a priest brought In, In undress
of purple, and tbe court, magistrates,
and all, knelt and a police ss-rgt aril
kissed his hand. Then, rising, tbe m:tg
Istrate sqtd: "You nasty, drunken Ik a t
bo you were drunk again yesterday. I'll
make you remember It this time." Tbe
priest was led out to an adjoining yard
his clothes torn off, and fifty lashes
given him; when be was brought back,
half-falntlng, all knelt down and re
ceived his blessing. .
G. R. Glenn, superintendent of publ.c
Instruction of the State of Georgia, one
day explained tbe powers of the X-ray
machine to a gathering of darkies at a
school commencement. After the
meeting was over a negro called him
aside and wanted to know if he was In
earnest about tbe machine. Mr. Glenn
assured him that he was. "Boss, 1
wants ter ax you ef er nigger et chick
en kin you look In bim an' see chick
en r "Why. yes, Ephraim," said Mr.
Glenn. - "Well, boss, I wants ter ax yon
one mo' question. Kin you look In dal
nigger an' tell whar dat chicken com
fromr
Lady Randolph Churchill' has inher
ited the wit of ber father. "Uncle
Larry" Jerome, as she demonstrated
upon one occasion to an eminent Brit
Ish politician. He was somewhat an
noyed at the campaign she bad mad,
and said: "I really don't understand,
madam, why or bow it la that Ameri
can ladies refuse to eater political life
la their own country, but overwhelm
ns here In England." "That to because
you nave never traveled in tb States.
Tbe men then are so Intelligent and
patriotic that they do not require tbe
services of our sex as an educating
force.'
John Clerk, afterward known as Lord
Eidln, was limping down tbe High
street of Edinburgh one day, when be
heard a young tody remark to ber com
panlon. "That to tbe famous John
Clerk, the lame lawyer." He turned
round and said, with his "not unwonted
coarseness," "Yon lie, ma'am 1 I am a
tome man, but not a lame lawyer."
Lord Justice Braxfield, too, appears to
have failed In courtesy to the fair sex;
for, when told that a brother judge
would not sit that day, on account of
having Just lost his wife, he, who was
fitted with a Xantlppe, replied, "Has
be? That Is a gude excuse, Indeed; I
wish we had a' the same.'
When William Jennings Bryan first
went to Nebraska be was hired to take
the stump against Thayer, who was
running for Governor, and said some
bard things against- the candidate.
"Thayer was elected," Bryan Is quoted
as saying in the Chicago Times-Herald.
"After be took tbe Governor's chair be
was called to be toast-master at a ban
quet at which I was set down for a
speech. I did not care to go to that
banquet. I did not wish to meet the
Governor. I remembered all that I had
said of him. and I felt cheap. But I
went, and sat there through tbe early
proceedings quite uncomfortable. Final
ly it came time for the Governor to call
upon me. He rose from his seat, with
the program before blm, and slowly
said: 'Mr. Bryan Bryan.' Then he
slowly turned his eyes upon me and ad
dressed me: "Do you speak or slngl
That Is all I ever heard from Governor
Thayer as to what he thought of my
campaign speeches against him."
DYED FOR HIS LOVE.
Rldlcaloaa Plight in Which a Persists
Kaaaiaa Officer Was Placed.
Let all subalterns take warning by
the misadventure which befell a young
Russian lieutenant wbo loved a young
woman, the daughter of a dyer, not In
sensible to the assiduous court which
the young officer paid her. But the
father proposed for a son-in-law one
of his own class, forbade bis daughter
having anything to do with the young
man and warned blm off the premises.
But the brave and passionate soldier
took no heed of prohibition, though
had he been aware of the rod tbe dyer
bad in pickle for blm he might have
hesitated. The gay young mllitalre
came, then, to visit bis sweetheart,
when the dyer, who was lying In am
bush, rushed on him, seized blm by tbe
shoulders and pitched him headlong
Into a dyeing vat.
The wretched fellow got out as best
be could, but covered from head to foot
in a costing of deepest crimson. He
ran to a well to wash, but the lac was
sound and declined to part. Tbe lieu
tenant went borne, spent hours in soap
ing himself, brushing himself and get
ting himself scrubbed up by bis orderly
But all to no purpose. The carmine
did not pale. In despair be swallowed
his pride and took counsel of the author
of his condition. "I can advise no rem
edy," said the dyer; "that lac was In
vented by me, and I natter myself Is
immovable." He then went to the chem
ist Although the officer has not recov
ered his original color, be Is progress
ing. He has already passed from crim-
sou to violet and from violet to greetr!11 1 a"!?wdl?Bk
So. like the statue of Lleblg, It Is hoped
after ringing the changes of the rain
bow, he will revert to bis natural com
plexion. With that fickleness aad In
gratitude which characterises the fair
sex, his well beloved, far from sympa
thizing with bar lover In his misfor
tune, only laughs at him. Army
Navy Journal.
IN THE FAR MOUNTAINS.
IssiratlOM ml a Woasaa la
. Kea-ia North CaroHaa.
"Tb most profound, and I think tb
most pathetic, case of Ignoraac 1 over
earn across," said a man wh Is lator
estod In mineral and timber lands la
North Carolina. "I found during a trip
I made Into tb most remote section of
the North Carolina mountains during
the totter part of last October. 1 bad
a guld with me. and w had got dear
off tat the woods eato tb very head
waters of Nowhere. A mil tram any
kind of road except a cowpatk we
dropped onto a cabin osmpletaly sur
rounded by tbe primeval forest, except
about three acres of patch. A woman
In an old home-spun dress, with half a
dosen children at ber heels, responded
to nr 'Hallo r aad aa w war pretty
tired we bitched our horses and went
la to drink a glass of milk which sb
said sb could let us bare. 8 a bad only
a tin cup, bat that answered tb pur
pose, and after I had put away a pint
or more I began t ask ber a few qucs
Uina about Irerself and ber neighbor
hood. It was really pitiful to hear ber,
and after a few minutes I told ber 1
bad something la my saddlebags I
thought might please tbe children. It
was a copy of an Illustrated paper with
a lot of pictures of the Dewey celebra
tion In New York, and when 1 spread
It before the youngsters their inter st
was of tbe liveliest kind, while that of
tbe mother was almost listless, although
she did take a look at it.
'What's the plctersr she asked, as
ah could not read. -
"The Dewey celebration.'
"What's that?
"Why, didn't you ever hear of
Dewey T I asked In genuine surprise.
'I reckon not. He don't live 'round
these parts nowbars, does be?
" Oh, no; be lives in Washington.'
" 'Whar"s that down to the settle-
mints?
"Washington to tbe capital of the
country, you know.'
"'You mean whar McGlnty Is tbs
bead man7
"'McKlnley. you mean,' I ventured.
more In sorrow than In anger.
Well, McKlnley er McGlnty. er
whatever yer call him; It's all one ter
me.'
Didn't you ever think you would
like to go to Washington r 1 asked, with
a desire to change the subject some
what.
"Tbe utter hopelessness of It all
brought tbe shadows Into ber dull, dark
eyes.
'Hit 'ud cost a heap uv money to go
thar.' she said reflectively, 'an' ef 1
bad hit to spend I'd rather git me and
Susan, that's my eldest gal, some flow
ery callker dresses, and all nv us some
shoes and a Sunday-go-ter-meeting coat
for my ol' man.'
"But It wouldn't tak that much to
buy these things,' I said, without know
Ing why I said It, for argument was out
of tb question.
"Well, ef thar wuz eny left she
laid with a childishness that wss pa
thetic, 'I'd like ter buy nuts and reezlns
with hit. I hain't stuck a tooth In
reezln since I wuz a little gal at Christ
mas, whe ntlmes wuz better than they
lir now, an' I fairly do bave a gnawln
fer a lugsbnry sometimes.'
T am not sentimental," the man con
cluded, "but when I went back that
way, two weeks later. I had all me
spare space In my saddlebags filled
with nuts and raisins, and, by George!
that woman actually cried when 1
Doured them out on a table before her.
and they brought back tbe memory of
when times wuz better.' "New xor
8n9
Tb Prodigy' Politeness.
A Baptist church on the east side
Includes among Its membership a de
vout family consisting of father, moth
er and a precocious cherub of 0. says
the Kansas City Star. The pastor has
the usual weakness for chicken, aud so
has the cherub. In the early part of
tbe week tbe pastor was Invited to
line. The pride of the family bad been
properly coached for tbe event and
more attention than usual had been
nald to his spelling. He has mastered
any number of words of three letters.
but it was still safe ror motner ana
father to spell out tbe words of two
or more syllables which they did not
wish him to understand.
It was: "When you go down town
purchase some c-a-n-d-y " -from mother,
and father was always saying: "Get
some b-a-n-a-n-a-s this morning." The
pride of tbe household had learned that
whenever you wanted to use a word
In anyone's presence that you did not
wish blm to understand It ought to be
spelled out
There was chicken for dinner when
tbe pastor came to dine, and he showed
bis appreciation by requesting two
helpings. Only one piece remalnad.
and tbe cherub In tbe family had not
been satisfied. It was the father who
said:
"Mr. . let me give you another
piece of chicken."
Tbe pastor, with a show of reluct
ance, passed bis plate, and the pride
of the family addressed his mother:
"Mamma, don't you think tbe preacher
to a p-l-gr
Largest Orchards ta tbe World.
Views bave been taken of tbe or
chards of Messrs. Miller and Pancake
In tbe vicinity of Romney. W. Vs., for
exhibition at tb Paris exposition.
The orchards are th largest In tbe
world, comprising 250,000 peach and
plum ties. They planted 181,000 trees
tb past year and cleared for planting
LTBd acres ef timber land. Tbe first
aoasnii their orchards came Into bear
fag they shipped 100 carloads or
snob and plums.
Wllllaa to Oblis.
Jaggs I'll bet you th drinks that 1
am right
Waggs Well I'd tak you up on that
Jaggs Oh, that win be aU right Wis
or ios. 111 drink for yon.
Aad Maw Thay An atranarsra.
Clara That handsome young stran
ger sssms to hav taken quite a fancy
to yon.
Maude Yes, but I cant Imagine why.
Clara Nor aa L
Maad Ton Bseaa th how dan
yowl
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WAsaisaTos. D. O. This sermon ot Dr.
Talmaga rlugs all the bells of gladness,
especially appropriate at this season, when
all Christendom Is celebrating Christ's
rvsarreotloo; text, John zlx., 41, "In th
garden a new aupulober."
Looking around the churches this morn
ing, swing flowers in wreaths and flowers
ta stnrs aud flowers In crosses and flowers
l, crowns, billows ot beauty, conflagration
ot beauty, you feel as If yon stood In a
small beaven.
Yon say these Bowers will fade. Yes, but
perhaps you may see tnem again. They
may be Immortal. Tbe fragrance of the
flower may be tbe spirit of the flower; the
body ot tbe flower dying on earth: Its
spirit may appear In better worlds. 1 do
not say it will De. so. l say It may De so.
The ancestors of those tuberoses and
camellias and japonlcas and jasmines and
heliotropes were born In paradise. These
apostles of beauty came down lu the regu
lar line of apostolic succession. Tbelr an
cestors during the flood, underground,
afterward appeared.
Tbe world started witn Eden: It will end
with Eden. Heaven is called s paradise ot
Ood. Paradise means flowers. While theo
logical geniuses in this day are trying to
blot out everything material from tbelr
Idea of beaven. and, so far as I can tell.
their future state la to be a floating around
somewhere between the Great Clear and
Cassiopeia, I should not be surprised If at
last 1 oan pick up a aaisy on tne everlast
ing bills and hear It sar; "I am one of the
glorified flowers of earth. Don't you re
member me? I worshiped with you on
Easter morning In 1900."
My text introduces ns Into a garden. It
la a manor In tbe suburbs ot Jerusalem
owned by a wealthy gentleman of tbe name
ot Joseph. He belonged to tbe court of
seventy who had condemned Christ, but
be bad voted in the negative, or, being
timid man, bad absented himself when the
vote was to be taken. At great expense lie
laid out tbe garden. It beings hot climate,
I suppose there were trees broad branched,
and there were pat us winding under these
trees, and here and there were waters drip
ping down over tbe rocks into flsb ponds,
and there were vines and flowers blooming
from the wall, and all around the beauties
of kiosk and arboriculture. After the fa
tigues of tbe Jerusalem courtroom, bow
refreshing to come into this suburban re
treat, botanical and pomologicall
Wandering In tbe garden, I behold some
rooks which bave on tbem tbe mark ot the
sculptor's chisel. I come nearer, and I
And there Is a subterranean recess. I come
down the marble steps, and I come to a
Eortico, over which there is an architrave,
y tbe chisel cut Into representations ol
fruits and flowers. I enter tbe portico. On
either side there are rooms two or fonr or
six rooms of rock, tbe walls ot these rooms
having niches, each nlsbe large enough to
hold a dead bodv. Here la one room that
Is especially wealthy of sculpture.
Tbe fact Is tbat Joseph realises be cannot
always walk this garden, and he bas pro
vided this place for bis last slumber. Oh,
what a beautiful spot In which to wait for
tbe coming of the resurrection! Hark well
this tomb, for it is to be the most celebrat
ed tomb in all tbe ages. Catacomb ol
Ervnt. tomb of MaDOleoa. Mahal Tai of In
dia, nothing eompared with It. "Christ has
just been murdered, and His body will be
thrown to the dogs and the ravens, like
other crucified bodies, unless there be
prompt and efficient hindrance. Joseph,
the owner of this mausoleum In the rocks,
begs for the body of Christ. He washes
the poor, mutilated frame from tbe dust
and blood, shrouds it and perfumes It.
I think that regular embalmment wat
omitted. When In olden time a body was
to be embalmed, tbe prlett, with some pre
tension of medical skill, would point out
the place between the ribs where the In
cision must be made.and then tbe operator,
having made tbe incision, ran lest he b
slala for a violation ot the dead. Then the
other priests would come with salt of niter
and cassia and wine of palm tree and com
plete tbe embalmment. But I think this em
balmment of tbe body of Christ wat
omitted. It would have raised another
contention and another riot.
Tbe funeral hastens on. Present, I
think, Joseph, tbe owner of the mauso
leum; Nloodemus, tbe wealthy man who
bad brought the spices, and the two Marys.
No organ dirge, no plumes, no catafalque.
Heavy burden for two men as thay cany
Christ's body down the marble stairs and
Into tbe portico and lift tbe dead weight tc
the level of the niche In tbe rock ami push
the body ot Christ Into the only pleasant
resting place It ever had. Coming forth
from tue portloo, tuey close the door ol
rock against the rccesc.
The government, afraid that the dis
ciples may steal tbe body of Christ and
play resurrection, order the seal of th
sanhedrln to be put u pon tbe door ot th
tomb, tbe violation ot tbat seal, like the
violation of tbe seal of tbe Oovernment ol
tbe United States or Great BrltalD, to b
followed with great punishment. A co n-
Eany of soldiers from the tower of Antouln
i detailed to atand guard.
At tbe door of tbe mausoleum a flghl
takes places which decides tbe question
for all graveyards and cemeteries. Sword
of lightning against sword of steel. Angel
against military. No seal of letter wax
ever more easily broken than that seal ol
the sanbedrln on the door of tbe tomb.
The dead body In the niche In the rock
begins to move in Its shroud of flue linen,
slides down upon tbe pavement, moves out
of the portico, appears In tbe doorway, ad
vances into tbe open air, comes up the
marble steps. Having left His n.ortnury
attire behind Blm, Hecomes forth in work
man's garb, as I take It, from tbe fact that
the women mistook Him for tbe gardener.
That day tbe grave received sunn shat
tering It ean never be rebuilt. All tbe
trowels of earthly masonry can never mend
It. ' Forever and forever it is a broken
tomb. Deatb, taking side with the mili
tary In that fight, received a terrible cut
from tbe angel's spear of flame, so tbat be
himself shall go down after awhile under
It. Tbe king of terrors retiring before tbe
King of (trace! The Lord Is risenl Let
earth and beaven keep Easter to-day!
Hosanna!
Home things strike my observation while
standing In this garden wltb a new sepul
cher. And, first, post mortem honors In
contrast with ante mortem Ignominies. II
tbey could bave afforded Christ such a
eovtly epulcber, why could not they bave
given Him an earthly residence? Will tbey
give this piece of marble to a dead Christ
Instead of a soft pillow for tbe living Jesus?
If tbey bad expended half the value of that
tomb to make Christ comfortable. It would
not bave been ao sa J a story. He asked
bread; tbey gave Him a stone.
Christ, like most of the world's benefac
tors, was appreciated better after He was
dead. Westminster Abbey and monu
mental Greenwood are tbe world's attempt
to atone by honors to the dead for wrong
o tbe living. Poet's corner In Westmin
ster Abbey attempts to pay for tbe suffer
ings of Grub street.
Go through tbat Poet's corner in West
minister abbey. There is Hnudel, tbe great
musician, from whose music you hear to
day; but while I look at his statue I cannot
help but think of the discords with wblch
his feilow musicians tried to destroy bim.
There Is tbe tomb of John Dryden, a beau
tiful monument; but I cannot help but
think at seventy years of age be wrote ol
bis being oppressed la fortune and ot th
contract that be bad just made for a thou
sand verses at sixpence a line. And there,
too, you And tbe monnment of Samuel But
ler, tbe author of "Hudlbias;" but while I
look at bis monument In Poet's corner 1
cannot but ask myselt where he died. In
1 garret. There I see the costly tablet In
'. a Poet's corner tbe costly tablet to one
f whom the celebrated Waller wrote: "Tbe
aid blind schoolmaster, John Milton, has
just issued a tedious poem on the fall ot
man. It tbe length of It be no virtue, It
has none." There Is a beautiful monnment
to Sheridan. Poor Bberidenl If be eould
have only discounted tbat monument for a
mnttou chopl
Oh, yon undlial children, do not give
your parents so much tombstone, but a
few more blankets less funeral and mora
bedroom! It Ova per cent, of the money
wa now apend on Burns's banquets eould
bave been expended In making tbe living
Scotch poet comfortable, be would not
bave been harried with the drudgery of an
exciseman. Horace Greeley, outrageously .
abused while living, when dead Is followed
toward Greenwood by tbe President of tbe
United States and tbe leading men ot tbe
army, and navy. Massachusetts tries to
stone at the grave of Charles Sumner for
tbe Ignominious. resolutions wltb which
her Legislature denounced tbe living
Senator. Do you think that the tomb at
8pringfleld ean pav for Booth's bullet?
Ob. do justice to' the living! All the jus
tloe you do tbem yon must do this sldo the
gates of tbe Necropolis. Tbey cannot wake
up to count tbe number of carriages at tbe
obsequies or to notice tbe polish of tbe
Aberdeen granite orto read epltaphal com
memoration. Gentleman's mausoleum In
the suburbs of Jerusalem cannot pay for .
Bethlehem manger and Calvarenn cross
and Pilate's ruffian judiciary. Postmor
tem honors cannot atoae for ante-mortem
ignominies.
Again, standing In this garden ot the.
sepulcher, I am Impressed with the fact
that Aoral and arborescent decorations are
appropriate for the place ot the dead. Wa
are glad that among flowers and sculptural
adornments Christ spent tbe short time of
His inhumation.
I cannot understand what I sometin.4
see In tbe newspapers where tbe obsequies
are announced and tbe friends say in con
nection with it, "Send no flowers." Bather,
If the means allow I say if tbe means
allow strew tbe casket with flowers, the
hearse wltb flowers, the grave with flowers.
Put tbem on the brow It will suggest
coronation; In their hand It will mean
Victory.
Christ was buried In a garden. Flowers
mean resurrection. Death is sad enough
anyhow. Let conservatory and arboretum
contribute to its alleviation. The harebell
will ring the victory; the passion flower
will express the sympathy; the daffodil
will kindle its lamp and illume the dark
ness. The cluster of asters will be tbe
constellation. Your little child loved
flowers when she was living. Put them In
Iter hand now that she cud go forth no
more and pluck them for herself. On sun
shiny days take a fresh garland and put it
over the still heart.
Brooklyn bas no grander glory than III
Iftreenwoo't, nor Boston than Its Mount Au
burn, uor Philadelphia than its Laurel
Hill, nor Cincinnati than Its Spriug Grove,
nor San Francisco than its Lone Mountain.
But what shall we say to those country
graveyards with tbe vines broken down
fiOi the slab aslant and the mound caved
111 aud the grass a pasture gronud for the
sexton's cattle? ludoed, were your father
and mother of so little worth tuat you can
not afford to take care ot their ashes? Soma
day turn out all hands and straiglitnu the
slab aud bank up the mound and cut away
tbe weeds and plant the shrubs and flow
era. Some day you will want to He down to
your last slumber. You cannot expect any
respect for yonr bones if you have no de
ference for the bones ot your ancestry. Do
you think the so relics are ot no impor
tance? You will see of how much impor
tance they are In tbe day whnu the arch
angel takes out his trumpet. Turn all
your cemeteries luto gardens.
Again, standing in this garden ot the
new sepulcher, I am Impressed with the
dignity of private and unpretending obse
quies. Joseph was mourner, sexton, liveryman
bad entire charge of everything. Only
four people at the burial of the King of the
Unlveryel Oh, let this be consolatory to
those wbo through lack of means or
through lack of acquaintance have but
little demonstration of grief at the graves
ot their loved ones. Long line of glitter
ing equipage, two rows of silver handles,
casket of richest wood, pallbearers gloved
aud scarfed, are not necessary. It there
be six at the grave, Christ looks down from
beaven and remembers that is two more
than were at His obsequies.
Not recognizing this Idea, how many
small properties are scattered and widow
hood and orphanage go forth into cold
cliarityl The departed left a small prop
erty, which wonld have been enough to
keep the family together until they could
take care ot themselves, but tbe funeral
expenses absorbed everything. That went
for crape which oupbt to have gone for
bread. A man of moderate means ean
hardly afford to din in any ot our great
cities. Bv all means, do honor to the de
parted, but do not consider funeral pageant
as necessary. No one was ever more lov
ingly aud tenderly put away to sepulcher
than Christ our Lord, but there were only
four people In the procession.
Again, standing in this garden with a
new sepulcher, I am impressed wltb tha
fact tbat you cannot keep tbe dead down.
Seal of sanbedrln, company of soldiers
from the tower of Antonia, floor of rock,
roof of rock, walls of rock, door of rock,
cannot keep Christ In the crypts. Come
out and come up He must. Come out and
come up He did. Prellgnration. First
fruits of them tbat slept. Just as certain
ly as we go down into the dust, just so
certainly we will come up again. Though
ail tbe granite of tbe mountains were piled
on us we will rise. Though burled amid
the corals ot the deepest cavern of tha
Atlantic Oceai, we will come to tbe sur
lac. With these eyes we may not look Into
the face of the noonday sun, but we shall
have stronger vision, because the tamest
thing In the laud to which we go will be
brighter than the sun. We shall have
bodies with the speed ot tbe lightning.
Our bodies Improved, energized, swiftened,
clarified mortality. Immortality. The
door of tbe grave takeu off its binges and
flung Aat Into tbe dust.
Ob, my brethren, deatb and the grave
nre not so much as they used to be; for
while wandering iu this garden with tbe
new sepulcher I find that tbe vines aud
flowers of the garden have completely cov
ered np tbe tomb. Instead of one garden
there are four gardens, opening Into each
other garden of Eden, gardeu of tbe
world's sepulcher, garden of tbe earth's
regeneration, gardeu ot beaven. Four
gardens. Bloom, O earth! Bloom, O
heaveul Oh, my friends, wake np to glad
ness on this Easter morning! This day. If
I Interpret It right, means joy it means
peace with beaven, and It means peace with
all the world.
Oh, bring more flowers! Wreathe them,
around the brazen throat of the cannon;
plant tbem In tbe desert, tbat It may blos
som like the rose; braid them into the
mane of tbe returned war charger. No
more red dahlias of human blood. Give
us white lilies ot peace. All around tbe
enrth strew Easter flowers. And soon the
rough voyage of tho church militant will
be ended, and she will sail up tbe heavenly
harbor, scarred with many a conflict, but
the flags of triumph floating from ber top
gallants. All beaven will come out to
greet her luto port, and with a long re
verberating stout of welcome will say:
"Toere she comes up the bay, the glorious
old ship Zion! After tempestuous voyage
she drops anchor within the veil."
Armor Plata Stand the Ten.
A test was made at Indian Head, near
Washington, of a plate representing 800
tons of tbe turret armor of the battleship
Wisconsin. Tbe fonrteen lnch plate was
attacked by a ten-Inch gun, wllli the usual
results. The shell was smashed on the
face ot the plate, which received no sub
stantial Injury, so the lot was accepted.
"We are answerable not only for what
we know, but for what we might
know.
one can never De crushed by sorrow
who is unselfish in a sense of sympathy
with others or in a sense of the duty
of loving service for others.
The furrows of affliction become
Humes for the flow ot mercy.
The -man who Is but an echo in the
city may be a voice In the wilderness.
Borrowers and beggars are half
brothers. One day of sickness will do more to
convince a young man that hlsnother
Is his best friend than seventeen vol
umes of proverbs.
Those who say they will forgive, but
can't forget an injury, simply bury the
hatchet, while they leave the handle
out. ready for immediate use.
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