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VOL. X.IV.
MIFFLiINTOWN, JUNIATA COUNTY, MINK., WEDNESDAY, AUGUST 29, 1900
NO. 38
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BY B. M.
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CHAPTER V.-Coutinned.) ,
"Oh. Esine!" exclaimed her sister, in a
rhnked voice, "you will be the death ol
After your saying you would only
l.iv to him; after bearing that he waa M
deadly shy. Oh oh oh!" holding bet
Miles, ni-d rocking herself backward and
f'lrnanl in absolute convulsions of laugh
ter, while the unlucky heroine of thia, t
Ciissii-. killiug adventure, stood in th
middle of the room, a tall, tragic-lookini
figure, and surveyed her with tony-eyed
resentment.
"And and vhat am I to say?" panted
Gussie. recovering her breath at last, ant!
drying ber eyes as she spoke. "How to
our absence to be accounted for, pray
Am I to tell Mrs. B. that having aJreadj
embraced
"Has," with an indignant gesture, pan
iug in her walk "say that 1 am extreme
ly ill: and so I am, in mind."
"If I give her that message she will
immediately send for Dr. Goggin, and
your last state will be worse than yoni
first." r . . .
-Then say anything you like," irritably.
"Say that I'm not going down; no, not
if she came and carried me herself. In
deed, Gussie, you must think of some ex
cuse. You know very well," stammering
with excitement, "that yon yourself
would not go ins public after such a
frightful disgrace; and I think," now re
commencing to cry, "that I shall nevet
be able to look anyone in the face again."
"Did be recognize you, do yon thinkl
Did he return your embrace with equal
ardor?"
"Not he; he rather held back, whici
naturally surprised me. He was too muck
astonished to speak, Sand 1 never gavt
hito time to open his mouth. I was sc
sur.' and certain it was Teddy; only, it
1 h ill not been an idiot. I might have re
tnemliercd that Ted would lie iu uuiform;
but I never gave myself time to think,
and just sprang on biui like a tigress."
"Aud did he see jour faceV"
"I'm Lot sure," slowly. "1 think not.
1 need scarcely tell you that one glance
was enough for me. and 1 ran. I believe
you are enjoying the whole thing, and
thiukiug it a splendid joke," said she, an
grily; "and it's very uufet-ling of you.
You may tell Nokes to send me a cup of
lea. I'm going straight to bed. And
now be sure and give a proper, probable
account of my illness. Impress upon them
that it wilt be tedious. 1 have it a bad
headache. 1 kuow I'm going to have
one." ruuuing after ber sister to the head
of the -stairs, and gesticulating eagerly
over the balusters. "Be sure you say a
headache, aud remember that I'm very
. bad. To all this Gussie nodded a con
fidential, smiling acquiescence, as she
tripped hurriedly downstairs.
"Where is Esrae?" demanded Mrs. lira
bazou. iu a tone of sharp surprise, aa her
eldest stepdaughter entered the drawing
room alone.
"She is not feeling very well, Mrs. Bra
bpzun, and begs you will excuse her,"
returned Gussie, avoiding, as she spoke,
three pairs of inquisitive eyes.
"Esme ill rubbish!" ejaculated Flo
rian. "I saw her in the avenue an hour
ago." Brothers are sometimes brutal.
"She won't be able to come down to
dinner," protested Gussie. "Sbe has a
bad toothache no, I mean to say a sfilit
tiug headache," becoming very red, and
floundering about in a sea of vague ex
cuses, while her mother and brother vol
lied exclamations and cross-questioned,
aud Miles sat by, pulling Waggy's ears,
with a command of countenance that
would have reflected credit on a North
American Indian.
CHAPTER VI.
"What fine old timber you have. Splen
did trees." remarked Miles, who, under
the escort of the sprightly Augusta, was
sauntering through the pleasure ground
the morning after his arrival, Esme be
ing still in retirement. "We could hard
ly beat you, even in Burmah." '
"Yes, we rather pride ourselves on onr
Oid oaks, all but Flo," rejoined Gussie,
(complacently. "He considers them SO
kiiuch suukeu capital, and would give any
'thiug to cut down the timber, melt the
silver and sell the place."
"Sell the place!" eehoed her companion,
in a tone of iudiguaut amazement, "that
has been in the family since the time of
James the First or was it Elizabeth"
"Oh, pray don't ask me. Esme could
tell you, but my knowledge of history is
on a par with the woman's who, pointing
out a castle, remarked that "one of the
Johns hnd died there, " opening the gar
den gate as she concluded, and tripping
through in her well-starched pink cotton.
"1 wish you could see Esme!"
"I wish I could." he replied, for I m
going away to-morrow morning."
"Oh, nonsense!" aghast.
"No; I'm quite serious. Is your alstei
like you?"
"Ob, dear, no! Far, far better looking.
Sbe is lovely. The prettiest girl in Thorn
shire. Very tall, and slight, and active.
Dances beautiruiiy; ana you J
see ber run!"
He could testify to that, he said to him
self, with a smile. "She is younger thai
you a re, I believe?" ......
"Yes three years; but she Is faf more
like the eldest. She takes the lead in
everything, she has such a strong will,
,d what Mr. Bell calls 'great force ol
character.' I hope." laughing, "that yon
hiveo't a strong will and a great for
of character, for two of a trade nevei
agree."
"Oh dear no; nothing to speak or,
shaking his bead. "And I suooose youi
sister has lots of admirers, too," he add
ed without raising his eyes from a verj
striking, almost speaking sketch of Mrs
Brabazon, which he was almost uncon
sciously touching off, with his cane, ii
the fine gravel before him. '
"No, not one," triumphantly; "nor eve
had "
"Oh, I say eome," he expostulate
with a vivid recollection of the gat
scene. , " M
j I know what yon are thinking or,
replied Gussie, mysteriously, "but 1 as
sure you," lucidly, "that that was no
"""And vlfu say that she is the prettiest
girl In Thornshire." observed Miles, not
wishing to enter upon a discussion of the
little episode of the previous evening with
the loquacious Augusta.
"I don't say it alone; everybody says
It. -When we go into room everybody
looks at her; shejs what you womld call
grabajofijl
CROKBR
the cynosure of every eye. And so far so
good; but once men begin to talk to her
their enthusiasm cools. She la so -stiff
and cold aud stand-off; and It they pre
sume, in spite of this, to pay ber compli
ments, or to make sweet little speeches,
sbe smites them so unmercifully that they
go away nearly crying, and, 1 need
scarcely remark, never wore return. Oh,
never, never more."
"A lively lookout for me. isn't it?" ex
pressively. "Ob, you mast not mind .her. Don't
seem to notice ber or admire ber. and
treat her qnite Id la every-day manuer,
aa if sbe were nothing at all out of the
common, and abe will be aa pleasant aa
possible. Sbe aays herself that the mo
ment any man seems disposed to be extra
civil you know what 1 mean?" nodding
her bead expressively "she can't help
taking the most violent dislike to him.
But it' nearly all shyness, nothing else.
Sbe haa been to one or two amall par
ties: scry alow affairs the were: and do
you know that the hrst time she was go
ing she waa just trembling all over, aud
cold with fright? Now, I'm quite differ
ent, I delight in society from first to
last. I love dressiug. driving, dunciug.
etc."
"Etc., I suppose, means Uirting?" slight
ly elevating bis eyebrows.
"Never mind what it means. I can go
into a room with' my head in the air. a
kind of female Coeur de lion."
"Exclaiming, come one, come all!" add
ed ber companion with a quiet suggest! ve
ness. "Now, Miles, I won't have you chaff
me yet; and you must not interrupt. But
Esme's courage is of a different descrip
tion. She's awfully brave iu accideuls,
aud would face a tramp or a savage dog
just like a man; while I would be cow
ering behiud ber, my kueea literally
auockiug together and my teeth chuUer
ing in my head. And she is the ouly one
of us that dares brave Mrs. B. uow."
The last word was suggestive, aud sud
denly recalled to Miles the gap iu the
family circle.
"Oh, by the way. Gussie," be said. "1
waa very sorry to hear about your young
est brother. I never knew of it till last
uigbt. Annie never told me. - 1 suppose
it happened some time ago?"
"Yes." she erturned. looking rather red
and embarrassed; but to her cousin's dis
gust there was not a trace of regret in
ber little rouud face, "i 'lease don't talk
about him; above all to Esme or Mrs. B."
"What bad this youug fellow done,"
Miles asked himself, "that bis name was
thus tabooed, bis memory cousigued to
oblivion V
During the afternoon Miles paid a for
mal visit to his Aunt Jane. The three
youug people set out for the village to
gether, Gussie and Florian being eu route
to a "tennis party" at the Rectory, and
the former impressing most eagerly on
her cousin that he was not to stay long
it the White House, but to be sure and
follow tbeni iu a quarter of an hour,
"which will give you five minutes for the
weather, five minutes for Burmah and
five for Esme. Mind you come. I will
never forgive you if you don't turn up!""
Miles resolved to go for a long walk
to sort his ideas and to make up bis
mind which at present was in a some
what chaotic condition, lie was not, it
must be confessed,' in a particularly ur
bane or genial humor as he strolled
through the fields that lovely August af
ternoon, cane in hand, viciously decapi
tating harmless meadow sweets. After
walking for some time along a deeply
rutted, aandy, ahady bridle path, a sud
den turn in the lane brought him in aight
of a closed wooden gate right across his
present track, at the other side of which
he beheld, with a thrill of unaccountable
recognition, the figure of a girl, in a blue
habit, riding a large dun pony. He could
see, even at a distance, by the gestures
of the young lady, and the shape of the
pony's back, that they were having a
serious difference of opinion. The human
being wished to open the gate from the
saddle, without dismounting, and the
dumb animal positively declined to euter
tain the idea for one second.. They had
been contending tbua for quite ten min
utes, and Esme was getting hot and atiH
gry; and the words, "hideous beast, hate
ful imp of a pony," were borne to Miles'
ears by a gentle little afternoon breeze
that daintily rustled the ash trees and
the hedgerows.
In ber all-absorbing struggle with
Jacky. Esme bad never noticed that sbe
and be were not alone, that there was a
spectator on the scene a .slight, dark
young man. in a tweed suit, with s daisy
in bis buttonhole, rapidly coming to her
assistance. No, the stiff-necked quadrii
ped occupied her whole attention. Sbe
relinquished the struggle, and juuiwd nil
his back, aud waa hastily proceeding tc
unfasten tbe hasp, when her obstinate,
nnraly animal backed suddenly, threw bit
bead with a violent jerk, and. wreni-hius
the bride out of his mistress' band, lash
ed out playfully, and galloped down I lit
field, a loose and triumphant pouy.
"Oh, yon demon of the deepest dye!"
cried Esme passions tely. Theu suddenly
catching aight of a geutlemau at the oth
er side of the bone of contention, she ex
claimed eagerly: "Ob, do please help me
to catch him. He will knock tbe saddle
all to pieces, and perhaps break - bis
knees;" and gathering up ber skirt, with
out waiting for an answer, set a laudable
example by starting off at once iu hot
pursuit. i
Of all the cunning, tiresome animals
that ever waa shod, Jacky must have tbe
precedence. They would succeed in bunt
ing him into a corner, and he would
panse. and leisurely crop the grass, with
streaming reins and one malicious wbitey-
blue eye cocked iu their 'direction, and
just as tbey fondly imagined they bad
bim. he would give one contemptuous
kick, accompanied by a squeal of derision,
and thunder past them forty miles an
hour.
At last Miles captured Jacky by dint of
sheer pertinacity, and brought bim tri
umphantly back to bla mistress, who
stood nuder a tree, with ber bat off and
a amall branch of horse chestnut in ber
band, with wbicb sbe bad been fanning
herself, in tbe vain hope of cooling ber
hot cheeks. -
The prettiest girl in Thornshire. there
could be no doubt about that, said Miles
to himself aa he approached her. with the
bridle of tbe captive over bis arm. -
The recent chase had looses ed various
stray, little locks and curls about her
temples: ber cbeeks were an exquisite
rose color, her eyes like two sapphires,
but both defiant and bashful; and, bad
he known tbe truth, sbe was on the
brink of running away; for. now that the
excitement of tbe pony bunt was at aa
end. she began to realize that at last
she waa really face to face with bee
much-dreaded cousin Miles. And now
came the critical moment; why was not
Gussie there to see?
"I've got bim at last," be cried cheer
fully, while still at some distance. "What
a cunning old beggar be Is. 1 think,"
now being quite close to her and dolling
bia hat, "that you must be my Cousin
Esme. I," coloring a little, but looking
at her steadily, "am Milea Brabazon."
"I suppose so," sbe returned, becom
ing crimson, tossing away her impromptu
fan, but making no attempt whatever te
shake hands. "Just lead bim up to thai
atone, will you; and bold him tight or h
will bite," ahe added, rather cavalierly.
tie had fancied that a smile, a word of
thanks, would have rewarded bis success.
But, no, her eyes did not even meet his;
all he beheld was an averted, disdainful
face.
"May I not put yon op?" be asked hum
bly. ,
"Oh," no, "So. thanks," impatiently,
mounting as she spoke with nimble ease,
and settling herself in the saddle.
"Does be often play you these tricks?'
he ventured to ask, taking, as be spoke,
wisp of grass out of Jacky's reluctant
month, and putting tbe reins in hei
hands.
"Yes, often," snapplsury.
. "And yet it does not cool your ardot
for riding him?"
"No!" very shortly. "And now, if yon
will be so good as to open tbe gate, I
shall be much obliged," ahe added, with
ostentatious politeness.
The gate was duly opeued. and Jacky
condescended to pace through. Miss Esmt
bestowing on ber cousin a stately little
bow. evidently meaning to part company
with bim tben and there. Hut no such
idea was iu Jat-ky's miud. He planted
his feet tirmly together, as it were, rooted
himself iu the soil ot tbe next field, and
positively declined to stir one step fur
ther, merely shaking bis ears disapprov
ingly, and at last showing a strong desire
to lie down. ' It was a humiliating situa
tion for Esme, and ludicrous iu the ex
treme. Sbe could not honestly say, if
sbe had been asked on oath at tbe mo
ment, which of tbe two she hated most,
ber cousin or the pony. There was s
twinkle in Miles' eye that bad uot escap
ed her; and, indeed, it was only by put
ting a atrong restraint upon himself that
be bad been able to command bis coun
tenance. After a time a compromise wa
effected Jacky waa satisfied to proceed,
provided that be was gently aud indul
gently led by tbe bridle. And in this way
tbe trio slowly left the fields and pro
ceeded along the narrow lanes leading to
Mr. Hogben's farm.
Miles struggled bravely to make con
versation, about the weather, the beauty
of tbe country, and tbe lovely wild flow
ers in the hedges; but bis well-meant ef
forts resembled a monologue, until, by a
brilliant inspiration, be touched up tbe
delinquencies of Jacky, and then Esme
found speech; ber pent-up indignation
broke forth.
"Odious, ungrateful, ngly little wretcbl
Would you believe that be ia twenty-four
years old. and baa hardly a tooth in his
bead?"
"No, indeed, I would not; be seems to
be as lively as a two-year-old," delighted
that this fair and disdainful divinity bad
found voice at last.
' "Yes, that he is; and bis temper is get
ting worse every year. Wonld anyone
imagine that ages and ages ago,, when be
was being led out to be shot, along witb
the old carriage horses and another pony,
I actually went down on my knees to
Mrs. Brabazon, I groveled to her, to
spare Jacky I"
"And did she?" inquired Miles, thought
lessly, esger to keep tbe ball of coover
aation rolling at any price.
"Did she? Wbat a stupid question!"
lifting her eyebrows contemptuously. "If
be bad been shot, how could be be here
now? But be was spared because Ja
cobs said be had a lot of work in bim,
and be would' do very well for carting.
You may let him loose now, thanks; he
knows there is no help for it, aud that
he is going to Mrs. Hogben's."
To be continued.!
WHAT THE CHINESE WORSHIP.
Their Religion Ia a !:.rc f-vm-, Ylr
. Hetties Are Indefinite.
The only religious worship tbe ar
ige Chinaman performs, aside from an
cestral rites, ' Is a prostration and an
offering "to heaven and earth" on the
first and fifteenth of each moon, or In
some cases on tbe beginning of each
new year. No prayer .Is uttered, and
after a time the offering Is removed,
aud, as In other cases, eaten.
What Is It that at such times the Chi
nese people worship? Sometimes they
affirm that the object of worship is
"heaven and earth." - Sometimes tbey
say that it Is "heaven," and again they
call it "the Old Man of the Sky," (lato
tl'len yell). Tbe latter term has led to
an Inference that the Chinese do have
a real perception of. a personal deity.
But when it Is ascertained that this
supposed "person" Is frequently match
ed by another called "Grandmother
Firth" (tl mu nal nal) the correctness
of the Inference Is open to serious ques
tion. Tbe word "heaven" Is, It is true,
often used in the Chinese classics Iu
such a way as to convey the Idea of
personality and will. But It Is like
wise employed In a manner which sug
gests very little of either. "Heaven is
n principle" tbe vagueness of the term
Is obvious. To this ambiguity in clas
sical use corresponds the looseness of
meaning given to It In every-day 11e.
The Chinaman who has been worship
ing heaven upon being pressed to know
wbat he means by "heaven" will fre
quently reply that It Is tbe blue ex
panse above. His worship is, theie
fore. In harmony with nature, either in
dividually, or collectively. His creed
may be described iu Emersonian phra
ses as "one with tbe blowing clover and
the falling rain." In other words,.he is
a pantheist.
Not I'nrticnlar. '
"She has never ceased to hope."
' "For the return of the man who Jilt
ed her?"
"No." Any man." Cleveland IMain
Dealer.
Where Isnsrsnce Is Bliva.
Jack The ingenuity of woman is be
yond the comprehension of ui:in.
- Tom What's wrong now?
Jack Young Black's fiancee sent
him an elaborately constructed 'pen
Wiper for a birthday present and be
wore It. to church, thinking it was a
new-fangled cravat.
The f)eath
CTjO HE bey leaned against the bul
Mr wark rails, watching the llghti
. aa tbey came up one by one 9
the coast The plunging of the Bhlf
itHl made his bead reel, and he wai
weak from want of food. He seemed
utoftetfier apart from the stir and Ufa
that three hundred emigrants on board
treated. Ills whole soul waa filled with
i dumb and Impotent protest against
his fate, and the life before him. Old
Dapt. Malcolm had shown little wisdom
irhen he sent his only seat to sea to have
lome pteek knaeked Into htm.
The ship's doctor came put of th
laloon in the poop to go bla evening
round below. With him waa bla wife,
t slight, gltilah figure, wrapped In a
heavy cloak. She turned at the ladder
which led to the lower deck, and waa
boat to go back, when her eyes fell on
tbe boy. - Sbe bad noticed bim once
before, and his white face and lonely
tlr roused tbe womanly sympathy In
Iter. Sbe touched bim lightly on tbi
ihoulder and said. "Ton are leaving
home, like me."
"Yea, ma'am," be replied.
"You must feel lonely," sbe said, "but
rou will soon be back, and tben every
ne wttl think so much of you."
Her voice had something caressing
and Inviting about it; and so his confl
lence, overcoming bis shyness and re
serve, broke bounds. He told ber cvery
thlnc how be would hate this life, how
' ill filled him with fonr and disgust, tbe
sold and darkness, the chaff and horse
play of his fellow-apprentices, tbe ln
Jlfference of everyone around him. ne
told bow impossible It waa to come up
to bis father's standard, bow be felt be
was a born coward, and. that be would
always be one, shrinking Instinctively
from the danger and excitement that
bolder natures took pleasure In.
She listened . sympathetically. Her
hand bad patted him once or twice, and
incouraged him to go on. When be
tnded, she said: "Yon mnst not be too
bard on yourself. - It Is not always
tnose who fear the least that are
bravest In the end. When the time
comes, I am sure you will do your
duty."
In a few minutes the second mate
passed along the deck and told the boy
to go below. Tben all was quiet.
Ar few hours later the Pride of Asia
was steaming at "slow," with her whis
tle going every few minutes. The chan
nel fog girt the ship Bke a shroud. The
captain walked the bridge uneasily.
No tempest or rock-bound shore gives
the anxiety that a fog on this waterway
of the nation does. Danger is Imminent
verywhere and the most careful sea
manship Is no guarantee of safety. So
It Is now. A hoarse shout came from
the man on tbe lookout , Tbe captain
sprang to the telegraph, and as "Full
speed astern" rang.out, a large sailing
ship took form In the fog, and In a few
seconds crashed Into the steamer in
front of the bridge.
. The Frlde of Asia shook from stem
to stern, heeled over to starboard, and
then began to forge ahead, while tbe
other went pounding along her side,
wrenching the port boats from ber
davits and staving them In with her
bowsprit Then sbe passed away as a
ghost In tbe fog.
The Pride of Asia had met ber death
wound. At once all was noise and con
fusion. The emigrants came pouring
up on 'dock, screaming and shouting
with terror. Some of the sailors rushed
to clear the boats, but a sharp order
from tbe captain stopped them.
In a few seconds the captain had de
cided on his course. The remaining
boats would not carry a hundred and
fifty people. There were more than
twice that number on board. On the
other band, the land was about three
miles off, and a sandy and protected
bench meant safety. But could It be
done with that hole In ber side. He
would try. ' He changed his course,
rang "Full speed ahead," and shouted
to the mate: "Go down snd shut thf
for'ard bulkheads, Mr. Jones."
The mate ran forward and with tht
help of the carpenter tore off part of
the hatch covering and sprang to the
ladder. As he climbed down young
Malcolm peered aimlessly -over the
hatch.
"Bring down a lantern." cried tbe
mate, and Malcolm, galvanized Into
activity by fear, seized a lantern from
tbe alleyways and clambered down
Into the hold. '
The mate ran towards the Iron doni
In tbe bulkhead, which had been left
open, and pushed It to.
"The light here quick."
And the boy brought It,
"Blast them I oh, blast them!" roared
tbe mate. "They've put the bolts on
the wrong side. In five minutes we'll
all be in kingdom come." "
He stumbled for the ladder, and Mal
colm followed, wild with terror.- Yes,
every ooe would be drowned, and be,
te, with the cruel, cold water sucking
i down. Ho droDDed tbe lantern and
WITH FEVERISH HASTE HE SHOT THE GREAT IRON BOLTS.
of d oWdfd.
began to pun himself tip the ladder.
Suddenly he stopped. Ah Idea bad
been born In his brain; a hideous, un
thinkable thought the door could be
closed from the other side. He bnng
limply on tbe ladder, and In bla mind
raged a tornado of conflict.
Oh, to be out of this awful ship, safe
once again at home! But tbe mace bad
said that all were lost. Tba meant
him, too. And If only that door were
hut, all could be saved. Great beads
of sweat broke out on his forehead. He
groaned and wrRhed about like one on
the rack. Tben be began to descend
lowly. He stopped again on tbe but
rung. He clung to the ladder aa a
drowning man to a rope. He could
never let go. - Why was he not going up
tbe ladder? There were boats left. He
had seen that He could fight for a
place, and be saved. He was so young,
not old, like the mate and captain.
They must give bim a place.
All at once he loosened his bold and
ran blindly for the door. On tbe wlty
he tripped and fell heavily on bis bands
and face, cutting and bruising them.
He lay half stunned for a minute,
moaning from the pain, then raised
himself and crawled tbe rest of the
way. He passed through the door, and
with feverish haste shot the great Iron
bolts. Tbe boy was alone In bis tomb.
He leaned against the bulkhead, sick.
lick to death. Why had he done this?
Ue did not know. They would be
laved now, but he O! God, no more
light or life for him! His poor dry lips
moved convulsively, and his bands beat
aimlessly on the iron wall. He would
go back. Hope returned with a rush.
He would die In the open with others
around him. It would be good to die
thus, not in this hell of darkness and
desolateness. He unshot one bolt and
fumbled for the other. Then, with a
low moan, he cast himself from It,
driving his tcoth Into bis Hps In bis
agony.
It was not to be. He was too great
a coward to live, ne could only die.
He would pray. But he could think of
nothtng nothing but the "This night
when I He down to sleep" he bad
learned at his mother's knee.
To sleep oh, he would sleep long!
There waa to be no waking this time.
How the water was creeping up!
Long shuddering fits shook bis frame
as he felt the Icy fingers of death rising
inch by Inch, He screamed and raved,
dashing his bead against the Iron, that
death might come quickly. He plunged
beneath the water, only to come op
again, fighting madly for life. Then
there was a long drawn sob, and then
silence.
The captain stood on the bridge, a fig
ure of stony despair. The land could
never be reached with water pouring
like a torrent Into the forward hold. He
cursed his negligence In overlooking
such a frightful blunder. It was going
to cost 200 lives, and he must not be
among the saved. The Pride of Asia
was getting low in the water, but be
could not understand why sbe was not
sinking more by tbe bow. Sbe was
vibrating from tbe engines, pushed to
their highest pressure, for the firemen
stuck gallantly to their posts. Five
minutes went and ten, and then, with a
sudden shock, she took ground, and all
were safe.
Next morning young Malcolm was
missing, and tbe sorrowful news- were
sent to his father.
A week afterward, the divers entered
the forward hold, and found to their
astonishment that the bulkhead door,
which they had expected to find open,
was closed.
Tbey forced it open, and against It
was floating the body of a boy.
Old Capt Malcolm comes often to the
little graveyard by the sea. In It stands
i cross on which are inscribed the
words, "Here Lies a Hero." Pall Mai'
Magazine.
Winter Home of Bong; Birds.
Captain G. E. Shelley, an English
ornithologist who has devoted special
attention to African birds, says tha
Africa may fairly claim to be "the
metropollc of song birds." It Is tbe
winter home of a large proportion of
the - most attractive small birds of
Northern Europe, Including the night
ingale, the swallow and many of the
warblers, and the bush resounds with
their melody.' Africa also possesses a
great number of remarkable and beau
tiful birds of Its own.
How the Justice Sit.
Tbe seat on the right of the Chief Jus
tice is always occupied by tbe associ
ate justice who has been longest on the
bench; that on the left by the next In
order of seniority, and so on alternate
ly from right to left
One of China's Superstition. .
. Black dogs and black cats are the fa
vorites In China In the line of food, be
cause when eaten In midsummer they
will Insure health and strength. .
HAD TWENTY-FIVE BABIES
Hra. Bwartwood, Married 27 Year,
Haa 20 Living Children.
Mrs. Samuel Swartwood of Wilkes
barre. Pa, ia the mother of tbe largest
family In the United States. Although
a comparatively young woman, being
only 41 years old, sbe Is tbe mother ot
twenty-five children, twenty of whom
sre living. ' Tbe youngest Is only a few
weeks old, and gives promise of being,
I ke his brothers and slaters, kale and
hearty.
Mrs. Swartwood Is a remarkably well
preserved woman. She was married
when very young, and ber first baby
was born fourteen months after ber
marriage. There bar been but five
years since during wblcb tbe house
hold has failed to be blessed with a
baby. Tbese years were 1874, 1883,
1887, 18S8, and 189ft. But two of them
were In succession, and In the succeed
ing years twins were born.
Of the entire twenty-five children
there were but the two sets of twins,
which were born In 1S88 and 1893. One
of each set of twins Is dead. Mrs
Swartwood can recite the hour and day
each child was born.
Regarding ber married life,. Mrs.
Swartwood talked freely. "I was mar
ried when I was 14 years old. I loved
Will when I was a girl and I wanted to
be married. Ever since we have been
very happy, and I would not change
places with any rich woman. Look at
thcsecblldren! Ain't they rlcbes enough,
and every one living at borne except
the two girls that got married. It's
nice for father and me to have them all
here, although It does crowd as a bX
We bavent got a big bouse, as you cun
see, and every bit of tbe space Is used.
Walk Into the dining-room there and
look at the table."
- It was a table to look at, of generous
width and very long. It bore plates and
knives and forks for twenty-two peop'e
At Intervals were great piles of bread
"It keeps me and tbe girls pret;y
busy looking after tbe at ng it i d
washing for onr big family," resuii.i-d
Mrs. Swartwood when I came out of
the dining-room. "Father makes a o .t
$70 a month, and tbe boys bring lu
about (90 a month, and while we get
along nicely we have nothing to spare.
We've given all the children as gooJ
schooling as they can get around here."
"What do you think of married lifer"
I ventured to ask.
"Well, I ought to know, I guess. Who
was it said married life waa one lo.i.
sweet dream? Grover Clevelau I.
wasn't it?. Well. I agree with bim. It
has been to me. Every woman shou!.l
get married. I think. 1 don't kn
much about the new woman, bat If sue
don't believe In married life I don't
want to know anything about , br.
What's aa nappy as having children to
love you and yon loving them? .- .7.
"None at rpassri.f f
of grlesvswvblbv' or 4inkiety" fi
me, and I think God baa been espccl.il y
kind to give me so-many. Yes, sir. y.m
can put me down as believing In the
married woman who believes In bav n.i
children."
Mr. Swartwood, Is an engineer on the
Jersey Central railroad.
POOR PICKINGS OF AUTHORS.
aan Came in Moat Cases After Pub
lisher Gets It In Hand.
In a brief chat with one of our lend
ing booksellers the other day It was
rery curious to hear him speak In a
purely commercial way of books which
We have all read and enjoyed, discuss
ing the sales of this or that volume iu
the same way that a wholesale grocer
or commission merchant wou'd d su-s
barrels of flour or bags of potatoes.
Every now and tben a rumor becomes
current that some writer has received
vast sums for his work. As a matte;
of fact there Is a certain regular per
centage which is all that ever reaches
even the most successful. When any
one who is not entirely unknown, aud
may even, perhaps, already have some
literary reputation, brings his man
uscript to a publisher, the writer usual
ly Is given an advance ranging from
(1,000 to $10,000, the largest In recent
years, having been given to an English
author within the past three months.
When the novel Is finally published the
writer will receive 15 per cent of the
actual selling price of each copy. In
cluding the advance money, which on a
book selling at $1.50 would amount to
2216 cents for esch copy sold. Let us
suppose that the author had received
$10,000 It would be necessary for the
i puoiisner io seu snout zz,uuu copies De-
fore he got bis money back, because It
costs him about $1.05 to put the book
on the market Tben for the next 22,
000 Issued he would make about 45
cents on each book, until tbe author's
total royalties had equaled the advance
copyright at which point the publisher
would again be obliged to pay the
writer the 22 cents for each of the
books sold.
It will be readily seen from tbe above
figures that even the greatest selling
books do not make their authors and
publishers millionaires at one Jump. Of
course, only a very few and fortunate
of the many writers ever receive any
advance on their copyrights, as no pub
lishers are going to take tbe risk of
paying out money without feeling very
certain that they will eventually get It
back. Occasionally some well-written
story remains unprlnted for a long
time, but all publishing houses are eag
erly keeping watch for novelties and
the possibility of discovering new au
thors Is ever In their thoughts; there
fore when one hears young writers
complaining that they cannot get a
bearing It Is safe to surmise that their
wares are not of any value. Philadel
phia North American.
Canada's Area.
The seven provinces of Canada have a
total area of 1,078, (XX) square miles, and
the nine territories 2,331,000 square
miles, while tbe great lakes of the St
Lawrence system have an area of 47.
000 square miles.
One of the wonderful attractions of
the Paris Exposition is a collection of
glass flowers, representing over a thous
and varieties. Tbey were made by a
Dresden firm, and closely resemble,
natural flowers In tint and form.
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Copyright lsuat
Washington, D. C. From Berlin,
where he preached in the American church
to a congregation comprising many of his
countrymen who are traveling through
Europe, Dr. Talmage sends this discourse,
in which, by original methods, he calcu
lates spiritual values and urges higher ap
preciation of things religious. The text
is Mark viii, 30: "What shall it profit a
man if he shall gain the whole world and
lose his own soul?" -
Men of all occupations are to be found
In the assemblies of the house of God, but
in these days of extensive business opera
tions a large proportion are engaged from
Monday morning to Saturday night in bar
gain making. In many ot the families
across the breakfast table and the tea
table are discussed questions of losa and
gain. You are every day asking yourself:
''What is the value of this? What is the
value of that?" You would not think of
giving something of greater value for that
which is of lesser value. You would not
think of selling that which cost you $10
lor $5. If you had a property that was
worth tfl5,000, you would not sell it for
I40UO. You are intelligent in all matters
of bargain making. Are you as wise in
the things that )rtain to the matters of
the soul? Christ adapted His instruc
tions to the circumstances of those to
whom He spoke. When He talked to
fishermen. He spoke of the gospel net.
When He talked to the farmers, lie said:
"A sower went forth to. sow." When He
talked to the shepherds. He told the para
ble of the lost sheep. And am I not right
when sieaking to an audience made un of
ie
a-
ht 1
of i
bargain makers that I address them in the
words of my text, asking, What shall it
profit a man if he shall gain the whole
world and lose his own soul?"
I propose, as far as possible, to estimate
and compare the value of the two proper
ties. First, I have to say that the world is a
very grand property. Its flowers are
God's thoughts in bloom. Its rocks are
God's thoughts in stone. Its dewdrops
are God's thoughts in pearl. This world
is God's cmld a wayward child, indeed;
it has wandered off throueh the heavens.
But about 190) years ago, one Christmas
night. God sent out a sister world to call
that wanderer back, and it hung over
Bethlehem only long enough to get the
promise of the wanderer's return, and
now that lost world, with soft feet ol
light, comes treading back through the
heavens. The hills, how beautiful they
billow up, the edge of the wave white
with the foam of crocuses! How beautiful
the rainbow, the arched bridge on which
heaven and earth come and talk to each
other in tears after the storm is over!
How nimble the feet of lamplighters that
in a few minutes set all the dome of the
night ablaze with -brackets of tire! How
bright the oar of the saffron cloud that
rows across the deep sea of heaven! How
beautiful the spring, with bridal blossom;
in her hair! I wonder who it is that bean
time on a June morning for the bird or
chestra. 'How gently the harebell tolls iti
fragrance on the air! There may be
grander- worlds, jarrer-' worm tnan tnis,ris perpetnai ong it menses oi neaveu
bat I thmk that this ;a a most exquisite
VT"arw:-osHttsea the bosom 4 h
BMnaitjr! rkyaa say, "take' nignul;
give me that world! I ant willing to take
it in exchange. -1 am ready now for the
bargain. It ia so beautiful a world, so
sweet a world, so grand a world!"
But let us look more minutely into the
value of this world. You will not buy
property unless you can get a good title to
ft. After you have looked at the property
and found but that it suits you you send
hn attorney to the public otiice, and he
Examines the book of deeds and the book
tf mortgages ana the book of judgment
ind the book of liens, and he decides
n-hether the title is good before you will
lave anything to do with it. There might
te a splendid property and in every way
xactly suited to your want, but if you
annot get a good title you will not take
it. Now, I am here to say that it is im-
Jiossible to get a good title to this world,
f 1 settle down unon it, in the very year
I so settle down uon it as a pemiaiTent
possession, I may be driven away from it.
Aye, in tjve minutes afterward I give up
my soul for the world 1 may have to part
with the world, ami what kind of a title
do you call that? There is only one way
in which I can hold an earthly possession,
and that is through the senses. All beau
tiful sights through the eye, but the eye
may be blotted out; all captivating sounds
through the ear, but my ear may be deaf
ened; all lusciousness of fruits and viands
through my taste, but my taste may be de
stroyed; all appreciation of culture and of
art through my mind, but I may lose my
mind. - What a frail hold, then, I have
upon anv earthly possession!
in courts of law, if .you want to get a
man off a property you must serve upon
him a writ of ejectment, giving him a cer
tain time to vacate the premises, but
when death comes to us and serves a writ
of ejectment he does not give us one sec
ond of forewarning. He says: "Off of this
place! You have no right any longer to
the possession." We might cry out, "1
gave you $100,000 for that property;" the
plea would be of no avail. H e might say,
We have a warrantee deed for that prop
erty;" the plea would be of no avail.
We might say, "We have a lien on that
storehouse;" that would do us no good.
Death is blind, and he cannot see a seal
and cannot read an indenture. So that,
when you propose that I give up my sou
first and last, I want to tell you that
for the world you cannot give me the first
item of title.
Having examine, the title of n property
your next question is about insurance. ou
would not be silly enough to buy a large
warehouse that could not possibly be in
sured. You would not have anything to
do with such a property. Now, I ask you
what assurance can you give me that tins
world is not going to be burned up!
Absolutely none. Ideologists tell ns that
it is already on fire; that the heart of the
world is on; great living coal; that it is
just like a ship on fire at sea, the Haines
not b'li-sting out because the hatches are
kept down. And yet you propose to palm
off on me, iu return for my soul, a world
for which, in the first place, you give no
title, and, in the second place, for whirb
you can give no insurance. 'Oil,
you I
sav, "the water of the oceans will wash
over all the land and put out the fire."
Oh, no. There are inflammable elements
in the water, hydrogen and oxygen, '"all
off the hydrogen, and then th Atlantic
and the Pacific oceans would bla-e like
heaps of shavings. You want me to take
this world, for which you can give no pos
sible insurance.
Astronomers have swept their telencoies
through the sky and have found out that
there have been fifteen worlds, in the last
two centuries, that have disappeared. At
first they looked just like other worlds.
Then they got deeply red they were on
fire. Then they got ashen, showing they
were burned down. Then they disap
peared, showing that even the ashes were
scattered. And, if the geologist be right
in his prophecy, then our world is to go in
the same way. And yet you want me te
exchange my soul tor it. Ah, no; it is a
world mat ia burning now. Suppose you
brought an insurance agent to look at
your property for the purpose of giving
you a policy upon it and while he stood
in front of tbe house he should say, "That
house is on tire now in' the basement,"
you could not get anv incurance upon it.
Yet yon talk about this world as though
it wera a safe investment, aa though too
. could get some insurance upon it, when
down in tbe basement it is on fire.
I Here is a man who has had a large es
tate for forty or fifty rears. He lies down
to die. Yon sav: "That man is worth
millions and millions of dollars." Is he?
Yon call up a surveyor, with his eotnnass
and chains, and yon say: "There is a
property extending three miles in one di-
rection and three miles in another direc
tion." Is that thp way to measure thati
man's property? No! You do not want
any surveyor, with compass' and chains.
That is not .the way to measure that
man's property now. It is an undertaker
you need, who will come and put his
ifiiger in his vest pocket and tarke out a
tape line, and he will measure five feet
nine inches one way and two feet and a
half the other way. That it the man's
pi-opertv. Oh. no. I forgot. Not so much
aa that, for he does not own even the
place in whw-h he lies in the cemetery.
The deed to that belongs to the executors
and heirs. Oh. what a property you pro
pose to give me for my soul! If you sell a
bill of roods you go into the counting
room snd sav to your partner: "Do you
think that man is good for this bill? Can
he give proper security? Will he meet
thia pavment?" Now, when you are of
fered this world as a possession I want
you to test the mitter. I do not want you
to go into this bargain blindly. I want
you to ask about the title, about the in
surance, aliont whether men have ever
bad any trouble with it. about whether
you can keep it. about whether you can
get all or the ten thousandth or one hun
dred thonsamll ll part of it.
There is the world now. 1 shall say no
more about it. Make up your mind for
yourself, as I shall, before (Jod. have to
make un mv mind for myself, alwvit the
value of this wr'd. I cannot afford to
make a mistake 'or my soul, and yon can
not afford to make a mistake for your soul.
I Christ is glorious to our souls now, but
iow much grander onr appreciation after
awhile! A eonnuerf.r comes bark after the
battle. He has been fighting for'us. He
comes upon the platform. He has one
arm in a s!ini. and the other arm holds a
crutch. As he mounts the platform, oh,
the enthusiasm of the audience! They
sav. "That man fought for us and im
periled his life for us." and how wild tbe
hii7j, that follows huzza.
When the Lord Jesus Christ shill at
last stand out before the multitudes of
the redeemed of heaven and we meet Him
Dt
f
n
"
'ace to face and feel that He was wounded
the head and wounded in the Hands
d wounded in the feet and wounded in
the side for ns, methinks we will be over
whelmed.
We will sit some time razing in silence
until some leader amid the white rolled
rhoir shall lift the baton of light and give
the signal that it is time to wake the song
of jubilee, and all heaven then will breik
forth into "Hosanna! hosanna! Worthy
is the Lamb that was slain."
I calculate further the value of the sou!
by the price that has been paid for it.
In St. Petersburg there is a diamond that
the Government paid $201,000 for. "Well."
you say. "it must have been verv valuable
or the Cov-emment would not have paid
$200,000 for it."
j I want to see what the soul is worth
and what your soul is worth by seeing
What has been paia for it. For that im
mortal soul the riohest blood that was ever
shed, the deepest groan that was ever ut
tered, all the griefs of earth compressed
into one tear, all the sufferings of earth
gathered into one rapier of pain and stuck
through His holy heart. Does it not im-
Pl.v tremendous value?
I argue, also, the value of the soul from
the home that has been fitted up for it in
the future. One would have thought that
a street of adamant would have done.
No, it is a street of gold. One would
have thought that a wall of granite would
have done. No, it is the flame cf sar
tlonyx, mingling with the green of emer-
rld. ' v -
One would have thought that an occa-
nonal doxology would nave done, ivo, it
r. 1 1
nhspched in a strains t
raiWt line, same dii4 the
liSht pass ou of ightr, '"
of heaven. do tot nlarch .
last rerimenjm7ttt ;
Rirt -no. tha auies of he
in a straight Tine, but in a circle around
about the throne of God, fdrever, forever,
tramp, tramp! A soul so bought, so
equipped, so provided for must be a price
less soul, a majestic soul, a tremendous
soul.
If a man sell a bill of goods worth $3000,
and he is cheated out of it, he may get
$5000 somewhere else, but a man who in
vests his soul invests all. Saving that, he
saves all. In th li;!it of my text, it
seems to me as if you were offering your
soul to the hiuhest bidder, ami 1 hear you
say, "What is bid for it, my deathless
spirit? What is bid for it?" Satan says,
"I will bid the world." You say, "licgone,
that is no equivalent! Sell my soul for the
world? No! liegone!"
Well, there are a great many people who
say, "I will not sell my soul for the world.
1 find the world is an unsatisfying por
tion." What, then, will yon do with your
soul? Son.e one whispers here, "I will
give my soul to Christ.' Will you? That
is the wisest resolution you ever made.
Will you give it to Christ? When? To
morrow? No, now. I congratulate y?u
if vou have come to such a derision.
Oh, if the eternal Spirit of God would
now come down upon vou and show you
the vanity of this world and the immense
importance of Christ's religion and the in
finite value of your own immortal souls,
what an hour this would lie!
What a moment this would be! Do you
know that Christ has bought your soul?
Do you know that lie has paid an infinite
price for it? Do you know that lie ia
worthy of it? vVifl you give it to Him
now?
I was reading lately of a sailor who had
i'ust got ashore and was telling about his
ast experience at sea. He said: "The last
time 1 crossed the ocean we had a terrific
time. After we had been out three or four
days the machinery got disarranged, and
the steam began to escape, and the cap
tain, gathering the people and the crew
on deck, said, '1'iiless some one will go
down and shut off that steam and arrange
that machinery at the peril of his life we
must all be destroyed.' ile was not will
ing to go down himself. No one seemed
willing to go. The passengers gathered at
one end of the steam. -r waiting for their
fate. Tbe captain said: "I give you a last,
warning. If there is no one here willing
to imperil his life and go down and fix
that machinery we must all le lost.' A
plain sailor laid, 'I'll go, sir,' and he
wrapped himself in a coarse piece of can
vas and went down ami was gone but a
few moments when the escaping steam
stopped. The captain cried out to the
passengers: 'All saved! Iet us go down
below and see what has lieeome of the
Eoor fellow.' ,They went dawn. There he
iv dead." Vicarious suffering! Died for
all! Oh, dj you'supiKise that those iH-ople
on the si p ever forgot, ever can forget,
that poor fellow? "No," they say. "It
was through his sacrifice that I got
ashore." The time came when our whole
race must die unless some one should en
dure torture and sorrow and shame. Who
shall come to the rescue? Shall it be one
of the seraphim? Not one. Shall it le
one ot the e-lieriinim : P.ot one. Shall it
be an inhabitant of some pure and unfall
tn world? Not one. Then Christ said,
Lo, I come to do Thy will, (I (JimI!" and
lo went down the dark stairs of our Bin
and wretchedness and misery - anil woe.
and He stopiied the peril, and He died
that you and I miiclit be free.. Oh, the
love: oh, the endurance; oh, the horrors
of the sacrifice! Shall not our soul, go
out toward Him, saying: "Lord Jesiis
Christ take mv sa- '. Thou are worthy to
have it. Thou h.i " died to save it."
God help you rightly to cipher out this
itim in gospel arithmetic: "What shall it
profit a man if he shall gain the whole
arorld and lose his on soul?"
Primitive Mcltitxis in Corea.
Individual missionaries and lucc-h:. u
ics have trained Conan carpenters iu
the use of America u touU, but as a rule
they prefer their old-style planes,
which they draw toward them In plan
ing, and like best to use their own
saws, wblcb necessitate the employ
ment of two men sitting opposite each
other on the ground and operating the
saw on the. stick or timber, whic-b Is
held In place by the feet of the opera
tors. In spite of these apparently
clumsy methods the Corea n carpenters
do very fair work.
In warning there Is strength.
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