i SCHWEIER, THE COnSTITUTIOR THE URIOII AHD THE ERFORCEBERT OF THE LAWS. Editor and Proprietor VOL,. LIV. MLFFLINTOWN, JUNIATA COUNTY, PENN., WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 10, 1900 NO. 44 B. F. (Japtaift grabajou BY B. 7-Y. l.yniIitaiy.FomADce.of.goatl2.WcA CHAPTER XIII. (Continued.) Iowa to tie left, and look oat for the Four days later the Portugal had cast nt ropes," said the marcher officer, ia a anchor just outside the bar of Durban. hard, mechanical voice, and the marchers were at the end of their ' "Come on then, Kitty, old girl," taking voyage all but the two miles which inter- her by the bridle, "and mind yourself, veued between them and the shore. It W' hare been among the bogs and holes was too late to disembark or do anything "i nt hlHs for the last couple of hours," that evening, although boats with dis- 'went o speaking to his guide, who patches were soon alongside. After dinner waa walking a few paces before him. Miles came up on deck for a smoke, rest- "end, upon my word, I thought we were ed his arm on the bulwarks and gazed lost. Two or three times I'd have come on the scene before him. Although it to awful grief only for the mare here," was night, it was not dark; the sky was Pitting her affectionately; "she's very lit up with millions and millions of stars. ol on her pins; ain't you, old UdyT" . that Beenied closer and brighter than in ' "Too seem to have a good-sized camp,' our own Northern region. The troop he continued, as they steered and stum ship lay just outside the bar, and a tine bled their way back to the tents. Ta bay. evidently fringed with trees; at one marchers column must be pretty strong.' extremity blinked a lighthouse, and far What a silent beggar the marcher was. away toward the middle of the curve! "Pretty well," laconically. "Here it were the lamps of the town of Durban. I th colonel's tent," and he was going "And so this is Africa, thought Miles, to add. "now I'll leave you," but this "A new country to me, and a hard nut would not hare been marcher manners for the Government to crack. I wonder form; he would have to look after thii what I shall find there?" he asked him-1 end "la horse, too finders arc keep self, as he looked at its distant, silent shores, clothed with the dignity of night "Shall I come home as I landed? shall I find a medal or a grave?" And that other fellow, what would he find? in a few months' time perhaps even now, be was a spruce young lancer olHcer; he looked just the sort to shove along and distinguish himself; have his name in all the papers, and go home to receive his reward at Esme's hands. "If he does," muttered Miles, half aloud, "may I never live to know it." Next morning the regiment embarked for the shore in tugs and boats. Durban town, with its green turf, wild flowers and trees and hedges, reminded one of home, although its long, sandy streets and curiously built houses were more colonial than English. It boasted severtil places of worship, two clubs and some good shops, and the marchers, as they passed through en route to the station, were not likely to see anything so civil ized again for some time. The marchers traveled by rail as far as the trail went, and then the real cam palgning business commenced, then they began to understand what was meant by "the tented field," trek oxen, dongas, dust, mosquitoes, laagering; it was march, march, march, steadily march, day after day. The new arrivals speedily learned how to make the most of commissariat flour and beef, to pitch and strike tents, to out-span and in-span; but we need not pause to describe their route, as this story deals more with the fortunes of Miles and Teddy Brabazon than with the Boer cam paign; which has been aptly and abun dantly related elsewhere. Long, monot onous, stretching plains, covered with high grass, bowlders and ant-hills, and vexed with aggravating dongas. Here and there along the track a dead bullock, dead a week, another, dead a fortnight, another, oh blessed change, a skeleton. We see no sign of life no cattle, no smoke, no trees, no villages, nothing-but the broiling sun overhead, the baking veldt underfoot. One, just one or two ominous objects we do pass, near the end of the march one or two skeletons, and one or two knapsacks lying at the side of the track, in the long, coarse yellow grass. CHAPTER XIV. In due time the column came to a halt and real camp' life commenced. It was dull work enough; this waiting for orders to move to the front was trying to those ' who. to use their own phraseology, were J eaa-er to be "talking to the natives. There was nothing to be done but grin and bear it, and the time was put in in mending kits, making forays for food on Kaffir kraals and Boer farms, cutting wood and grumbling there is a great luxury in a good grumble. Captain Bra bazon and Gee bad pitched their little tents side by side, and were almost as much together as in the old days. The nights were cold, the dew was heavy, and white, chill fogs of constant occurrence. visiting tne outposts mma tickets was a duty that fell to Captain Brabazon about once a weea. uetweeu eleven and twelve o'clock one night he was going round the sentries in a dense fog which had come on quite suddenly and obscured the moon most completely, ttwathing every object in a cloak of thick, (white mist. "I heard a noise just now, sir," said one of the sentries, in a lonely spot; "something like a lot of men on horses krampllng below us in the vaHey. There at goes again," and, sure enough. Miles tmade out the uncertain scrambling of boofs, scattering stones hither and thith Lr as they made their way up the hill. 'Challenge," he said, promptly. "Halt! who goes there?" demanded the tsentry, in one long word, bringing his rifle to the charge. And out of the fog a bold English voice replied, "A friend." "Stand, friend; advance one, and give the countersign." And very shortly a trotting sound was heard through the soppy grass, and from the midst of the surrounding milk-white fog suddenly loomed a man and a horse, lancer officer in short, Teddy! Oh, hap Jij Teddy! a lieutenant at last, though the stories of your uniform are concealed be neath a cape, and the wafer is streaming from your helmet, and your very mus tacbe is limp and wet. Are these the outposts of the Koyai Marchers?" he asked, in a cheery voice. as he reined up his charger. "Yes, "sir," responded the soldier. "I've been rambling over the whole country. lost in this beastly fog," to Miles, who now came forward, "and only 1 heard the challenge of .your sentries, I'd be rambling still," dismounting from his blowing horse and following Captain Brabazon to the picket fire. As he came within the light thrown by the brush wood, his companion, had he noticed it. started perceptibly; and no wonder, for he recognized, standing before him In the firelight, ju-t the very one person in the irorld he never wished to see agaln 'Gentleman Brown." "I've dispatches from Lord Chalmsford Tor your chief." proceeded Teddy, uncon icious of the sudden and ominous change t had come over his companion's face. 'Will you show me the way to his dig- rings r ;yes, if you will follow me. This way, CRQKBR The colonel was a veteran who consid ered four hours of sleep ample for any nan. He was sitting up writing, when Miles Introduced the young lancer officer bearing dispatches. Having made a few inquiries about the route he had come, the condition of the roads, etc the colo nel dismissed him by saying: "Well. 1 shall see you again to-morrow morning; you must be pretty well done up bow. Brabazon, you will look after him and see that he has a comfortable shake-down for the night, and that his horse ia attend ed to." And Miles muttered something rather indistinct, which was meant to convey the fact that it would be all right, of course, and he would be delighted. "My servant la In bed, but I'll have him out in a minute," he said. "He will look after your horse, and I'll see what 1 can and you in the way of supper; you must not expect anything very gorgeous." "Don't mind routing up your, fellow. I'll do up the mare myself. If you'll just let me have a feed and a sheet and a picket rope." And, sure enough, he set to work in the most professional manner, unsaddled her, groomed her a bit, fed her and made her up, while Miles stood by with a lantern in his hand and a sneer under his mus tache, and told himself contemptuously that "Gentleman Brown had certainly not been in the ranks for nothing." This business accomplished. Captain Brabazon conducted the stranger to his own tent, and set the best fare he could find before him; cold stewed beef, cold tea in a silver mug, a bunch of bread, and oh, luxury! a tin of sardines. And Teddy sat on he side of his host's bed, and did ample justice to the fare in ques tion, for he was hungry, having traveled far aad fast, and very, very tired. Captain Gee was a light sleeper, and had been aroused by this strange, loud voice in Miles' tent. Who was it? There was bat one means of discovering the fact, and that was to go and see. For a time he struggled in bis own mind be tween laziness and curiosity, but in the end the latter gallantly carried the day. He, like every one in camp, slept nightly In his clothes, so in two minutes his sandy head was presented in the doorway, and his familiar voice was heard demanding "What's the row?" His blinking eyes quickly took in a broad shouldered young map sitting upon Miles' bed, busily engaged in polishing off their last tin ex sardines. This officer baa just ridden In from Lord Chelmsford's camp with dls- patches," said Miles to his friend, by way of an introduction. "But what ailed Miles?" thought that astute little man, as be glanced sharply over at his brother officer. "Why did he speak In such a curiously 'company' voice? Why was aB usual bonhommie absent from his manner? Why did that manner convey an idea of mere frigid forbearance?" Mr. Dicky had not been called "a cute little beggar" without good reason; he could put two and two together better ,han ,,, neooi-. "In the cavalry, in this country," and Miles face told the whole story. He took in the scene be fore biffl with a cool, discerning eye, and informed himself that "this lancer, sitting on Miles' bed, playing havoc with their European stores, this good-looking chap with the merry eyes, who looked as if when once he began to laugh he could never leave off. was the other fellow!" CHAPTER XV. At daybreak the bugles sounded the reveille, and found Miles still awake. He got up, made a hurried toilet, and, leav ing "Gentleman Brown" fast asleep, he hastened out to his work. His morning rounds of inspection over, he strolled away down the hill from camp, and seat ed himself on the wall of a deserted mealie field, where he could have the full benefit of the rising sun. "No need to return till that fellow kas gone," he said. He had done all that hos pitality required, had given him a good supper and his own bed, and now let some other marcher "speed the parting guest." But what was this he saw? This lan cer himself, harrying down the hill, look ing wonderfully spruce and smart, his kit a painful contrast to Miles' shabby serge coat and weather-stained leggings. "What does he want now?" said Cap tain Brabazon to himself. Irritably. "1 believe he's looking for me." "Hulloa! I say, Brabaaon," he hailed. cheerily, from some distance, "1 want to have a word with you before I go, clat tering quickly down over the loose stones. "With me?" returned the other, in a surly tone and most unpromising man ner, not rising, not showing any alacrity to greet him. "Yes. with you, of course. 1 was too dead-beat to talk to you last night. Don't you know who I am. old chap?" accom panying the question with a violent slap on the back. "Yes, I know who you are right enough," morosely. "Oh, you do. do you? Well, you might seem a bit more pleaserd to see me, in stead of sitting there like an old bear with a sore head," in a tone of surprise. "Look here, young fellow," said Miles, suddenly rising. "I'd advise yog to leave me alone; I don't want to have anything to do with you. Don't provoke me too far. or we might both be sorry foe the consequences." "Hullo! Bullet Easy does it. Tea at a the wrong track; yon evidently don't Know who I am; come, bow. where did you ever see ate?" "Ob board the Resistance. Will that dor" looking rather dangerous. "Oh!" quit coolly. "I suppose yon rec ognized me by being with Ksme. She was very plucky to come all that way. Poor girl, she was ia a terrible state. 1 thought she would never let me go. How she cried!" - To this remark Milea preserved an om inous silence. "Tell me on thing." continued this un daunted lancer, squaring himself before his bow boiling companion. "Why did you not marry her? What has happened? I declare when I recognized you last night in the colonel's tent youmlght just have knocked me down with a feather. Why did you not marry Esme?" he reit erated, persistently. "I should think that ao one knows the reason better than yourself,'' fero ciously. "Ton forget that I witnessed the affecting parting between you and her," he added, ia a tone of scorching contempt. "And what harm if you did?" Indig nantly. "I say, you know, if you are going to be jealous of a girl's brother you must be a most " "Brother! brother!" was all his compan ion could ejaculate, as he leaned against the wall and stared at Teddy with a das ed, white face, and, in so staring, brought conviction home to his very soul. For was not Teddy looking at him with Esme's own dark-blue eyes? "Don't you know that I'm Teddy Brab azon?" exclaimed the lancer, seizing his cousin by the arm and giving him a vigor ous shake. "No, I don't." returned Milea. at last rousing bis mental faculties from the shock they had sustained. "Mrs. Brab azon told me that Teddy was dead." speaking In a atrange voice. "Yes, she said he was dead." "Oh. Mrs. B. would say anything!" con temptuously, "but all the same I'm alive and kicking," giving his relative another little shake. "Why, man, you look as dazed- as If I had knocked you on the bead. Just listen to me. and I'll tell you all about it," still holding him by the arm as though he were afraid he would escape. "Ton must know, in the first place, that I'm as stupid as a fish, brains, nil; was plucked three times from the line, and as Mrs. B. cut up awfully rough I went off and enlisted; was, in conse quence, disowned by the family and giv en out as dead," speaking so rapidly that the. words seemed te tumble over one a"n otHlr In their eagerness to be uttered. "The only one that stuck to me was Esme; she clung to me like a limpet from first to last." "And why was I never told?" interrupt ed Miles, fiercely, suddenly wrenching himself away from Teddy's eagerly de taining hand. "Why did she never speak of you?" "Because I would not let her." replied the other, frankly. "Over and over again she begged and implored leave to let you into the secret of Sergeaat Brown,' but I would not listen to her. I said, time enough when I could take your hand as an equal, and as a brother officer. If was just a whim of mine." now possessing himself of Miles' reluctant fingers and shaking them very heartily as he spoke. "A whim of yours has cost me pretty dear." aaid his cousin, bitterly. "Forty thousand pounds and Eame." "How? What do you mean?" blank ly. "How?" angrily. "Why. when I saw her down at Portsmouth that day. on the sly, taking an agonizing farewell of a ser geant of lancers, was not that enough?" Teddy was now the one whose face ex pressed Incredulous amazement and blank dismay. "II " proceeded Miles, with a catch In his breath, "rushed after her to the station, feeling like a madman, and no donbt looklna- the character; had just time to tell her that I had done with her forever; then I exchanged out here with in forty-eight hours; and to think," clinch ing his hand, "to think that, after all, it was her brother." He stopped, unable to utter another word. (To be continued.) To Correct Baahfutnesa. "The bashful young girl mast atop thinking about herself." writes Mar garet E. Sangster In the Ladles' Horn Journal. "I beard the other day of a man, a college student, who went to visit his sister, a college student also. He was the one man. as It happened. in the dining room with live hundred girls, and he had occasion to cross tne mnm with their bright eyes beaming on him with cariosity and Interest. Said my Informant: The boy was completely at bis ease. Ton would have tbonght bis sister the only girl pro sent.' Evidently the young man's mother bad brought him up In a sen sible wit and be was free from that bane of comfort, self-consciousness. It Is bard for a very diffident person t he free from awkwardness, and very acute distress and much bum illa tion may be the results or an extreme .hrnMi Trr not to think bow you look, what Impression you are making. what sort of gown you nave on. i'o not let vonr mind dwell on yourself. but think of what you are to do. and of making others pleased and happy. Once you are free from self-consciousness, baahfulnesa, will trouble yon no more." Current Topics. This year's apple crop in North Amer ica is expected to be the largest ever known. The horticultural experts pre dict from 80.000,000 to 100.000.000 barrels, which will be a supply of more than one aarrel for every inhabitant of the Unt ied States. The reports of hundreds of growers m the Virginia peanut belt shows that the acreage has been decreased this year by 25 to 35 per cent., owing to the low price which has prevailed for the Old Dominion staple. The crop up to this time, owing to the protracted brought and long continued and fierce heat, is in a very critical condition, indications point to a short yield, and higher prices are predicted. A recent scientific test demonstrated the fact that a cent may be drawn out into 5700 feet of wire. A new volcano has appeared In the Sierra Madre rane, about thirty miles loutheast of Collmo, Mexico. It Is be leved to be an offshoot of the old Co llmo volcano. The taxes on the food consumed In Paris during August last amounted to 1340.000 more than In August. 189. and Jie total Increase In the amount of these taxes since the beginning Of the year was tl. 600.000. The greater demand .'or food thus Indicated is due, of course, to the presence in the French capital of so many visitors to the Ex position. The new German dictionary of tbe carbon compounds names 74.147 of these substances, and the end ia yet far off. rpooooooooooooooooooTCDCsr "YOU PUSH THE BUTTON." COOQOQQQQQOOOOQQQOOGCOCJ HAUNCET ALPORT, got lntoi (Cathe way of not sleeping nights, through sheer Ustleasness, be said. He took no Interest In bis food, either, and his fellow-clerk down at the Hitch cock stove works said to one another that if a trial sheet of Alport's were to balance they'd fall dead of surprise. The young man himself knew to a reasonable degree of certainty wby be could not work better, and why the hours after work dragged even more lamely than those In the office. The truth was, he could see no future ahead. He was at that point of bis career where he looked with distrust upon ev erything relating to himself. He had grave doubts about his ability to be come anything more than a clerk on a mall salary. He didn't believe he would be able to maintain the agree able social position to which be was born, and be was absolutely sure that the glfl he loved would never accept him. The girl he loved was Violet Glider sleeve. She lived In the low, long, Elizabethan bouse just beyond the out skirts of town. Here, half bidden among trees, the beautiful bouse seemed to drone through life In spite of the eager commercial town Just be yond It, and Into Violet's days there appeared to come nothing but beauty and contentment and whatever was re fined and leisurely. She was In a house hold of gentlewomen, all of elegant, serene lives, all taking money as a mat ter of course, and Chauncey Alport felt choked by the complalsancy of their manners and by their matter-of-fact prosperity. To take Violet from a life so placid and full of grace to the toil, and worry, and poverty that must be the lot of bis wife was out of tbe ques tion. That she loved him, that the long Sunday afternoons on ttat shady lawn, talking of music and books, and, best of all, of themselves, had been as ab sorbing to her as to him he felt In the Innermost consciousness of bis soul. But this was all the more reason why be should not Indulge himself In tb" TBST IBJQCIBED ABOUT BIB PHOTO- aar-Hs. luxury of her society. If be alone wax to endure the pain in sweetness and ran the risk of ultimate despslr and bitterness be might continue to indulge himself In her society. But he could not Involve her In this suffering. The only thing for him to do was to break off their romance. It must be an Inter rupted and forever unfinished tale. And because of this resolution be moped at Ms desk, forgot to sleep, and had no interest in his dinner. "It's your turn for a vacation. Al port," his employer said. "You've been looking under the weather. Go off to some place you've never seen or beard of and get a change of air and ideas. Everybody needs shaking up once In awhile. I've a friend who'll fix you out for transportation If you like. Come, shut up your book and make a holiday f It, and go home and pack. Get out of here to-morrow morning. Fellows la back, and he'll do your work." Chauncey Alport was surprised st himself. He dropped the burden of the work as If It had been a peddler's pack trapped upon him. He put from him with bitter distaste the recollection of bis poverty and the dull drudgery of the office. It seemed as If ligbtheartedness was coming back to him again. He thanked his employer almost tearfully, and got his desk In order ready for leaving. Just then Fellows,1 his asso ciate, but freshly returned from his va cation, came In. "I hear you're getting out of here," he said cordially. "Yes," responded Alport. "Tbe truth ia I'm so near done for that there's no use In my staying. I do everything wrong and am In everybody's way. If my vacation doesn't set me up I don't know what will become of me." "O, a vacation acts like a miracle when a man gets fagged that way. Got some good novels? I'll get some out of my case I picked out a rare lot before I started. And, say, take my camera with you." "O. I don't know bow to use It Thank you. Just the same, old man,- but it wouldn't be any good In my bands." "Yes, It would. It'a no end of fun squinting around at views and pre tending you understand 'composition,' and snapping at things. Ill run a flliz In. You've got to take It, that's all: You don't know what's good for you. It'll amuse you. you'll see," So Alport bad no choice, bnt to add tbe camera to his paraphernalia though be felt not the least Interest la It. His Journey was to Central New York.' where some klnfolk of his lived on a fine old farm. He went his waj patiently, finding nothing of Interest except his own brooding thoughts. He read the novels bis friend lent him, but he could not recall, a few hours after he bad completed one, whether he had read it or not His tortured mind re fused to accept any Idea, except Violet Tbe camera waa strapped about blm, and as In duty bound be took snap hots at everything be saw which had In It the least element of the plctur HQRsV atNkllmi(lUMnib umbrellas, and pert girls with parasols; be got pictures of sheep and cattle and trees and churches and lakes aad hills And, Incidentally, he took a snap at Niagara Falls, it seemed a silly Im pertinence te snap that little machine at the wonder of green. Impetuous wa ter In Its eternal passion. But he did It and laughed. He found health and strength out In the fields during his vacation. He be came aware of the sweetness of the earth; and he was no longer averse to life. He slept well and ate well, and -me home eager to renew his work and determined to endure his sorrows gal lantly. If he must always drudge, then he would do It without complaint tf he must live without the woman of bis love he would bear It as other men had borne similar sorrows, with philosophy. He was ashamed of himself for bis su pine surrender to Ill-fortune. Everybody congratulated blm on his improved appearance. Violet Glider sleeve, bending forward from ber phae ton, nodded at blm In a commendatory way, and called out that he must come to see ber. He flushed, feeling tbe old pang at his heart, and gave an evasive answer. He knew that be dare not accept that Invitation. Now that life beat so strongly In bis velna again, and that be felt so full of potential happi ness, he dared not visit her, lest In spite of the guard set upon himself be should tell ber of his love. It was a hard and rasping condition his poverty. The worst of It was that she would nevei understand. She would think blm self ish and coarse and cruel. She would remember those exquisite evenings. with their air of Insinuating tenderness. and blush at the recollection, because of his silence. He could hardly endure that she should be so humiliated. But there seemed no other way but silence Down at the shop they inquired about his photographs, and he said that he thought In the Interests of artistic pho tography they ought never to be devel oped. But Fellows, who was an en thusiast, would not have It so. He In sisted upon seeing for himself the re sults of his friend's first experience with a camera. So 100 preposterous prints came back from tbe developers. Dogs with their tails off, human creatures that looked like monsters, landscapes blurred till even Corot would have refused to cai: them tbe handiwork of the creator, cows who bad neglected to fore-shorten themselves, and hills that were a dls grace to their kind and seemed to hare been skipping like little lambs at l.e time of having their pictures taken, pre sented themselves to the Jeering com ment of tbe iflice force. Then, from among these monstrosl ties, appeared one amaslng, beautiful print full of poetry and motion and light It was tbe photograph of Mag ara Falls. The fringes of lace-like mis. that decorated tbe great downpour of j shadowy water, was there as though it flirted In tbe summer wind; the whirl pool at tbe foot of tbe fall seemed to eap and rise and fall again, with groan Ing and a madness of fear. Tbe wind of tlie waters appeared to come from this dead thing. A buslAf admiration fell upon everybody. It seemed almost a miracle. Fellows picked It up reverently. "It's the best picture of tbe Falls ever taken, my boy," be said. Alport looked at It Incredulously. "It tan't be that I took that be said. "There's some mistake." "You pushed the button," some ont auoted. "Nature did the rest on this occasion." Tbe excellence of tbe photograph was borne witness to presently by tu photographer, who came down to In quire If he couldn't buy the plate. Fel lows winked Alport to refuse, thougl. when the price offered began to ascend it was bard to resist the temptation." "You send that on to the railroad company and see If they won't use It for an advertisement said Fellows "But don't give up tbe copyright you must get it copyrighted, you know. This will come out gloriously In a transpar ency." Alport caught tbe enthusiasm from bis friend and began, like the sensible fellow he really was when be was not badgered by fate, to push his advant age He did this so well that at the end of three months he was tbe posses sor of $10,000 made from bis lucky and exquisite picture. He bad always maintained that with capital he could liberate himself from the drudgery of office work, and he proved this to be true. There were opportunities opening in his ambitious village of which he availed himself. He got In on the "ground floor" of an Industrial enterprise, and In a year bo had a home a modest Imitation of a certain luxurious Elizabethan mansion of which he knew and In the window of his library swung a large and beau tiful transparency In which the waters of Niagara seemed to forever leap and shout Violet Alport the careful young housekeeper, always dusted this with ber own hands. "It Is fragile," she said to her maid. "Let me dust it and then If I break U 1 will have no one to find fault with ut myself." But her real reason waa that of ber :ares and penates this waa the most sacred, and she preferred that only these bound to the house by love should take It In their hands. Chicago Trib une. A Coatly Tomb. The most magnificent tomb In the world la tbe Taj MebaL hi Agra, Hin dustan. It waa erected by Sbab Jeban to tbe memory of his favorite queen. I It Is octagonal tat form, of pure white marble. In laid witb Jasper, carneUan, turquoise, agate, amethysts and sapphires. Tbe work took 22.000 men twenty years to complete, and though there were free gifts and the tree, tbe ooet waa 118,000,000. THE SPARROW AS A Ml Mi. tittle Bird Can Km Tralawd Da WoaderfM Iasltatioaa. To train a sparrow la the task a cer tain bird lover set herself one year. During tbe month of April she took a baby sparrow from Its nest and nursed and fed It very carefully until it could feed alone. When a week or two older It was placed In a cage with a lark, a goldfinch, and two canaries. After a few months had elapsed the sparrow Imitated hla companions perfectly, so that one might easily mistake blm for one of them. He mimicked the rolls of the canary, sang with the delicacy and artifice of the goldfinch, and, more amusing than all, he walked like ths ark. In all this perhaps there was nothing o very astonishing, added the narrator of tbe tale, for many birds have the power of imitating tbe song of the other birds, but the little sparrow went a step farther, and tried to train bis voice to a cricket a note. In the spring some crickets were caught and kept In a little cage. For a long time the cage hung next to the canary bird's cage, but not one of tbe birds was pretentious enough to try to Imitate the crickets, which were after ward moved next tbe sparrow's cage. Great was tbe astonishment In tbe household when two days latere the sparrow's little voice piped up In imi tation or the crickets'. Even after the crickets died tbe sparrow continued to Imitate them, varying bis tunes with the different little songs of the other bird. Bo sparrows are not such wholly un interesting little birds after all. Carlot ta Pattl had a' sparrow, which was a great pet and companion. He recog nized bis mistress whenever she enter ed tbe room and would chirp a wel come; be would never eat but when she fed him from ber Hps. Like Car lotta. the sparrow waa lame. It was on this account Indeed, that she chose him for ber pet HOW TURKS SIT AT TABLE. Tnoee Who Cllna to Tradition Have Borne Old Coatosna. Of late years some Turkish house oolds have become considerably mod ernized In their arrangements, even ping the ways of Paris. But conser vative Turks frown on such new-fangled ways. ' In' a conservative Turkish household, rich or poor, no tables are used and chairs are unknown. Instead, there is a huge wooden frame In the middle of the room about eighteen inches high. When the family the men only as sembles to dine cushions are brought placed upon tbe frame and on these the members seat themselves tailor fashion, forming a circle around a larg? tray. The tray la a very Urge wooden, plated or silver affair, according to the financial condition of the family, and thereon Is deposited a capacious bowl. About It are ranged saucers of sliced cheese, anchovies, caviare and sweet meat. Interspersed witb these are goblets of sherbet pieces of hot un leavened bread and boxwood spoons. Knives, forks and plates do not fig ure In tbe service, but each has a nap kin spread upon his knees, and every one, armed with a spoon, helps himself. The bowl Is presently borne sway and another dish takes Its place. This time It Is a conglomeration of substan tiate stewed together, such as mutton, game or poultry. Tbe mess has been divided by the cook Into portions, which are dipped up with the aid of a spoon or with tbe fingers. For the host to fish out of the mess a wing or leg of a fowl and present It to a guest Is considered a great compli ment and for a Turk of high degree to roll a morsel between his fingers and put Into tbe mouth of a visitor is look ed upon as good manners. Pagodas aa 8ln.-Ofrerinj?a. Just as brewers and other evil men In England conciliate heaven by erect ing churches, so the bold, bad. bloody handed Burman makes It all right for the next existence by erecting pagodas. In proportion to tbe height of the pagoda his heap of sin disappears. And as tbe Burman, like the rest of us, looks after his own wants rather than those of bis ancestors, be builds a pagoda all to himself and allows his grandfather's to topple over. An uncle of the deposted king must have been round-shouldered with tbe weight of his wrong-dings. . Anyway, at the foot of Mandalay Hill a nice, breezy emin ence, admirable to give you an appetite and a pain In the back he built 729 pagodas, though tbe guides count wrong and say there are only 450. But perhaps they mention the smaller nura ber out of regard for their monarch's uncle, not wishing to expose the real magnitude of his sinfulness. The pagodas are all white and set out In rows, and under each were what we pronounced to be tombstones. We were wrong, for the Inscriptions were not to tbe dear departed, but constituted a complete copy of tbe law In tbe Pall tongue. Travel. Prlnoc Turn's Canaries. Prince Tuan's opposition to European Ideas is of tbe bitterest character, end hla only trace of western civilization consists of a few dozen canaries which be baa Imported and placed In his well kept gardens. He Is a diplomat of tbe first rank, and It was through his in triguing that In tbe war with the Jap anese the Chinese fleet was brought so late Into action, resulting In Its total defeat and thus confirming Tuan's as sertions to the empress dowager that European Inventions were worthless. Stockholm Dagblad. TJeefal. Fair painter I hope yon don't mind my sketching in your field T Farmer Lord, no, missle! You keep tne birds off tbe peas better's a' ordin ary scar-csow. Tit-Bits. Good of Its Kind. "What sort of a table do they set at your house r asked tbe prospective boarder. Tabs f waits and measures," saM Asbory Peppers In reply. "Tbe first loot and the kmxtsr ekrt" London Tsi-1 SERMON V Rtc'HiC Calmagi Snbjact i Apread the QoapelVflorta f tbe Churches Should B Directed Toward Mavlag SlnnersThey Should? Get la Sympathy With Strangers. Copyright lma.1 Washington. D. C In this discourse Dr. Talmage points to fields of usefulness that are not yet thoroughly cultivated, and shows the need of more activity. The text is Romans xv, 20, "Lest I should build upon another man's foundation." In laying out the plan of his missionary tour Paul sought out towns and cities which had not yet been preached to. He foea to Corinth, a city famous for splen dor and vice, and Jerusalem, where the priesthood and the snnhedrin were ready to leap with both feet upon the Christian religion. He feels he has especial work to do, and he means to do it. What was the result? The grandest life of usefulness that a man ever lived. We modern Chris tian workers are not apt to imitate Paul. We build on other people's foundations. Tf we erect a church, we prefer to have it filled with families alKof whom have been pious. Do we eather a Sahhath-school class, we want good boys and girls, hair combed, faces washed, manners attractive. So a church in this day is apt to be built out of other churches. Some ministers snend all their time in fishing in other people's ponds, and they throw the line into that church pond and jerk out a Methodist, and throw the line into another church pond and bring out a Presbyterian, or there is a religious row in some ncighlor ing church, and a whole school of fish swim off from that pond, and we take them all in with one sweep of the net What is gained? Absolutely nothing for the cause of Christ. What strengthens an army is new recruits. While courteous to those coming from other flocks, we should build our churches not out of other churches, but out of the world, lest we build on another man's foundation. The fact is this is a bin world. When in our schoolboy days we learned the dia meter and circumference of this planet we did not learn half. It is the latitude and longitude and diameter and circumference of want and woe and sin that no figures can calcul-te. This one spiritual conti nent of wretchedness reaches across all zones, and if I were called to give its geo graphical boundary I would say it was bounded on the north and south and east and west by the great heart of God's sym pathy and love. Oh. it is a great world! Since 8 o'clock this morning 60,800 persons have been born, and all these multiplied populations are to he reached by the gos pel. In England or in our Eastern Ameri can cities we are being much crowded, and an acre of ground is of great value. but in Western America SOU acres is a small farm, and 20.000 acres is no unusual possession. There is a vast field here and everywhere unoccupied, plenty of room more, not building on another man a foun dation. ' We need as churches to stop bombard ing the old iron-clad sinners that have been proof against thirty years of Chris tian assault. Alas for that church which lacks the spirit of evangelism, spending pn one chandelier enough to light 500 souls to glory, and in one carved pillar enough to have made a thousand men Dillars in the house ot our uod torever, and doing less good than many a log cabin meeting-house with tailow canities stuck in wooden sockets and a minister who has never seen a college and does not know the difference between l,reek and Choctaw! We need as churches to get into sympathy with the great outside world, and let them know that none are so broken-hearted or hardly bestead that they will not be welcomed. "No." says some fastidious Christian; "I don't like to be crowded in church. Don't put any one in my pew." My brother, what will you do in heaven? When a great multitude that no man can number assembles, they will put fifty in your pew. What are the select few to-day assembled in the Christian churches com pared with the mightier millions outside of them? Many of the churches are like a hospital that should advertise that its patients must have nothing more than toothache or "run rounds." but no broken heads, no crushed ankles, no fractured thighs. tJive us for treatment moderate sinners, velvet-coated sinners and sinners with a gloss on. It is as though a man had a farm of 3000 acres and put all his work on one acre. He may raise ever so large ears of corn, ever so big heads of wheat he would remain poor. The church of God has bestowed its chief care on one acre, and has raised splendid men women in that small inclosure, but the field is the world. That means North and South America, Europe. Asia and Africa and all the islands of the sea. It is as though, after a great battle, there were left 50,000 wounded and dying on the field and three surgeons gave all tneir time to three patients under their charge. The major general comes in and says to the doctors, "Come out here and look at the nearly 50,000 dying for lack of surgi cal attendance." "No, say the three doc tors, standing there fanning their patients, "we have three important cases here, and we are attending to them, and when we are not positively busy with their wounds it takes all our time to keep the flies off." In this awful battle of sin and sorrow, where millions have fallen on millions, do not let us spend all our time in taking care of a few people, and when the com mand comes, "Go into the world," say practically: No, I cannot. I have here a few choice cases, and I am busy keeping off the flies." There are multitudes to day who have never had any Christian worker look them in the eye and with earnestness in the accentuation say, "Come!" or they would long ago have been in the kingdom. My friends, reli gion is either a sham or a great reality. If it be a sham, let us disband our churches and Christian associations. If it be a reality, then great populations are on the way to the bar of God unfitted for the ordeal. And what are we doing? In order to reach the multitude of out siders we must drop all technicalities out of our religion. When we talk to people about the hypostatic union and French encyclopedianism and Erastinianism and Complutensianism, we are impolite and as little understood as if a physician should talk to an ordinary patient about the per icardium an-I intercostal muscle and scor butic sr-mptoins. Many of us come out of the theological seminaries so loaded up that we tar.e the first ten years to show our people how much we know and the next ten years to get our people to know as much as we know, and at the end we find that neither of us knows anything as we ought to know. Here are hundreds of thousands of sinning, struggling and dying people who need to realize just one thing that Jesus Christ came to save them- and will save them now. But we got into a profound and elaborate defini tion of -vhat justificition is, and after all the work there are not, outside of the learned professions, 10.000 people who can tell what justification is. I will read you the definitions: "Justification is purely a forensic act, the act of a judge sitting in the forum, in which the Supreme Ruler and Judge, who is accountable to none, and who alone knows the manner in which tne ends of His universal government can ' best be obtained, reckons that which was ! done by the substitute in the same man ner as if it had been aone ny inose wno believe in the substitute, and purely on account of this gracious method of reck oning grants them the full remission of their sins." ... . ,, Kow. v'-nt is lustification? I will tell vou what justification is when a sinner believes, God lets him off. One snmmer in Connecticut I went to a large fartorv. ! and I saw over the door written the i words, "No Admittance." I entered and saw over the nest door "No Admittance." J Of course I entered. I got inside and 1 found it a pin factory, and thev were , making pins, verv serviceable, fine and useful pins. So the spirit of exclusiveness has practically written over tbe outside oor of many a cnurch. "Wo Admittance." And if the stramrer enter he finds practi cally writ, over the second door. "No Admittance." while the minister stands in the pu'nit hammering ont his little niceties of be'ief. pounding out the techni calities of religion, making pins. In the most practical, common-sense wav and laving aside the non-essentials and the hnrd definitions of religion go out on the God given mission, telling the peo ple what thev need and when and how thev can get it. Comparatively little effort as yet has been made to save that large class of per sons in our midst called skeptics, and he who goes to work here will not be build ing upon another man's foundation. There is a ler-re number of them. They are afraid of ns and our churches, for the rea son we do not know how to treat, them. One of this class met Christ and heard with what tenderness and pathos and heauty and success Christ denlt with liim: "Thou shalt love the T-ord thv God with all thy het. and with all thv sont. and with all thy mind, .and with all thy streneth. This is the first and great commandment, and the second is like unto it namelr. loou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself. There is none other com mP"HrnMit irreaer than these " And the scrilie said to Him, "Well. Mister. Thou hn mid the truth, for there is one t.od. and to love Him with all the heart, and all the understanding, and all the soul, and nil the stremrth. is more than whole burnt offerings and sacrifices." And when Jes'is saw that he answered discreetly Me slid unto Him. "Thou art not far from the kingdom of God." So a skeptic was saved in one interview. Tint few Chris tian people treat the skeptic in that way. instead ot taxing noin oi mm wan nrc gentle hand of love we are apt to take him with the pinchers of ecclesiasticism. l ou would not be so rough on that man if you knew how he lost his faith in Chris Sa'nitv. I have known men skeptical from 'he fact that they grew jp in houses where ;-engion t.8 overdone. unnay was tne most awful day in the week. They had religion driven into them with a trip ham mer: they were surfeited with prayer meetings; they were stuffed and choked with catechisms: they were often told that they were the worst hovs the parents ever knew because they liked to ride down hill hetter than to read Bunyan's "I'il grim's Progress." Whenever father and mother talked of religion they drew down the corners of their month and rolled up their eyes. If any one thing will send a boy or girl to ruin l oner than another that is it. If I had such a father and mother I fear I should have been an infidel. The first word that c.iildren learn is generally papa or mamma. I think the first word I ever uttered was "whv." I know what it is to have a hundred mid nitrhts pour their darkness into one hour. Oh. skepticism is a dark land! There are men who would give a thousand worlds, it they possessed them, to get back to the placid faith of their fathers and mothers, and it is-our place to help them, and we may help them, never throuch their heads, but always through their hearts. These skeptics, when brought to Jesus, will lie mightily effective, far more so than those who never examined the evidences of Christianity. Thomas Chalmers was once a skeptic, Robert HaH a skeptic, Robert Newton a skeptic. Christian Evans a skeptic. But when once with strong hand they took hold of the chariot of the gospel they rolled it on with what mo mentum! If I address such men and women to-day I throw out no scoff. I implead them by the memory of the good old days when at their mother's knee they said, V.ow 1 lay me down to sleep." and by those day and nights of scarlet fever in which she watched you. giving you the medicine in just the right time, and turning your pil low when it was hot, and with hands that many years ago turned to dust soothed away your nain and with voice that you will never hear again, unless you join her in the better country, told you to never mind, for you would feel better by and by, and by that dying couch where she looked so pale and talked so slowly, catch ing her breath between the words, and you felt an awful loneliness coming over your soulby all that I beg you to come back and take the same religion. It was good enough for her: it is good enough for you. Nav, I have a better plan than that. I plead ty all the wounds ar. tears and blood and groans and agonies and death throes of the Son of God, who approaches you this moment with torn brow and lacerated hands and whimied back and saying, "Come unto Me all ye who are weary and heavy laden, and I will give you rest." Again, tuere is a field of usefulness but little touched, occupied by those who are astray in their habits. All northern na tions, like those of North American and England and Scotland that is, in the colder climates are devastated by alco holism. They take the fire to keep up the warmth. In southern countries, like Arabia and Spain, the blood is so warm they are not tempted to fiery liijuids. The great Roman armies never drank any thing stronger than water tinged with vinegar, but under our northern climate the temptation to heating stimulants is most mighty and millions succumb. When a man's habits go wrong, the church drops him, the social circle drops him, good in fluences drop him we all drop him. Of all the men who get off the track but few even get on again. Destitute children of the street offer a field of work comparatively unoccupied. The uncared for children are in the ma jority in most of our cities. When they grow up, if unreformed, they will outvote your children, and they will govern your childre .. The whisky ring will hatch out other whisky rings, and grog shops will kill with their horrid stench public sobriety unless the church of God rises up with out stretched arms and infolds this dying pop ulation in her bosom. Public schools cannot do it. Art galler ies cannot do it. Hlackwell's Island can not do it. Almshouses cannot no it. Jails cannot do it. Church of God, wake up to your magnificent mission! You can do it! Get somewhere, somehow to work! The Prussian cavalry mount by putting their right foot in the stirrup, while the American cavalry mount by putting their left foot into the stirrup. I do not care how you mount your war charger if you only get into this battle for God and get there soon, right stirrup or left stirrup or no stirrup at all. The unoccupied fields are all around us, and why should we build on another man's foundation? I have heard of what was called the "thun dering legion." It was in 179 a part of the Roman army to which some Christians belonged, and their prayers, it was said, were answered by thunrler and lightning and hail and tempest which overthrew an invading army and saved the empire. And I would to God th:.t our churches might be so mighty in prayer and work that they would become a thundering le gion before which the forces of sin might be routed and the gates of hell might tremble. Launch the gospel ship for an other voyage. Heave awiy now, lads! Shake out the reefs in the foretopsail! Come, O heavenly wind, i nd fill the can vas! Jesus aboard will assure our safety. Jesus on the sea will beckon us forward. Jesus on the shore will welcome us into harbor. To a person of force and talent I can. not teo strongly recommend self-repression. Do not expend yourself on hu man brawls and passions; pat your force in your work. Laziness is as incurable aa a cancer, and will eat a man up as quickly. . Never borrow if you can possibly rvold it. You cannot judge a man by his ciothes, but a woman's are the expres sion not so much of her circumstances, as ef her mind, mood and individual ity. A man's failings are quite often more amiable than hie virtues. Generosity during life is a very differ ent thing from Beneioslty In the hour of death; one proceeds from genuine liberality and benevolence, the other from pride. ' - ,- : - -,-rJ - .-
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