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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.
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BY B. 7-Y.
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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.
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"YOU PUSH THE BUTTON."
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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
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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.
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