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THE COnSTITUTIONTHE UNION AND THE ENFORCENENT OF THE LAWS.
Editor and ProprUton
VOL. LIV.
MIFFLilNTOWN, JUNIATA COUNTY, PENN., WEDNESDAY, OCTOBER 17, 1900
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C HATTER XV. (Continued.)
"Yim were in too great a hurry, old
ojau " aid Teddy, reprovingly. "Why
did -.ii uot take your time? you should
look before you leap. Why did you not
k"
What was there to ask? Had 1 not
seen tor myself? And is not seeing be-
lievinc? I never dreamed that she had
auoih. r brother; never. In any case you,
or auj fellow, would have done Just the a maaaening reflection., tie
Mnie." ' hated to be alone, he hated to speculate
l ai awfully sorry." said Teddy, slow- on "ht might have been." He wrote
It. speaking with his eyes meditatively J? Esme, of course, and also to Mrs.
fixed ii the ground; "sorry for the money. Brabazon, and he counted the very days
It's a baJ business about that'." un,iI the answers would come. He
"Mi.nev: it's not the money I'm think- 1 thought with a sinking heart of the meag
Injf uf." returned Miles, huskily. ; r balance at his banker's. Two hun-
ob. if you are thinking of Ksme, shell dred nd fifty pounds a year, besides his
be all right." rejoined her brother, cheer- Day was ee very most he could scrap
fullv. "Once the mistake is known, and together. Ample hitherto for himself and
you muke the amende honorable, you need hta modeflt wants, but for Esme It would
not be a bit uneasy about her; it will be . beggary. And now his mind sometimes
all riht;" which was Teddy's usual way "welt for a very long time with the moat
of summing up most questions. ' poignant, bitter regret, on the lost forty
"All right! How very likely!" returned
hi i-oustu, sarcastically. "She will never
tpeuk to me again as long as she Uvea,
never! Do you not understand that we
were w ithin one day and a half of being
married, that the guesta were bidden, th
dresses and everything in the house, all
there but the bridegroom? I was, a 1
always am when I'm in a rage, mad. 1
never stopped to breathe, much leas to
reflect or think; all 1 wanted to do waa
to put the seas between us."
"Have you had any letters?"
"Not one line since I came out. You
are the first who has opened my eyea to
the awful mistake I have made."
"I hope. Miles," said Teddy, humbly,
"that you won't hate the very sight of
me. for I was the cause innocently
enough, but still the. cause of the whole
catastrophe.
"No, no. Why should I? It was not ! was pretty thoroughly ashamed of him
your fault, it was no one's fault. It waa self and his insane and idiotic behavior,
just sheer bad luck. What evil spirit I Ton got out of the business better thee
iiidiieed me to go to Portsmouth that ! could have been expected, thank to Mrs.
day, of all others?" he demanded pas- B.'s presence of mind and talent for in
sionately. rent Ion; assuring everyone that at the
"It is all chance," returned Teddy. "Do very last minute Miles had been compell
you know that once yon were actually ed to go on foreign service!"
within a hair of finding it out? It all I "That only passed with outsiders," said
turned upon such a little thing as the . Esme, shaking her head; "of course all
striking of a match! It did indeed. I ! the servants and the villagers and the
don't know if you remember the last J Bells knew; and the way people used to
night you were at Baronsford In August. I stop on the road and look after me, or
Well, I was there, too, prowling about J whisper together and point, was too, too
the bushes on chance of seeing Esme. ! dreadful."
She came running out about nine o'clock i "The little trip you took with Aunt
" - . I Jane snoot bed over matters:. -tha-.ad
"I now remember It perfectly." Inter- j
rupted Miles, hastily. VL
very' !
one within twentv miles of Baronsford i
thinks me the most finished and complete ' bat still I am always fancying that peo
acoundreL and, goodness knows, I cannot ' pie are staring at me and talking about
blame them. Appearances are frightful- me."
ly against me. I think the best thing you j Nonsense, my dear. Tour affair is
can do for me. Teddy." with a grim smile, forgotten long ago; you are not of such
"is to blow my brains out Quite accident- importance as you imagine; it was only
ally." ' a nine days' wonder."
"Stuff and nonsense! If it Is Ksme you ' "Yes. I dare say you are right, Gussie:
are so much afraid of. I can tell you that
you need not be uneasy; she will marry
you all the same."
"Even if she would which 1 am sure
he wouldn't how could I marrv with
scarcelv anything besides my pay?"
"Pooh: That's easily answered. Esme
has never been brought up to luxuries,
She'll make a grand poor man's wife.
Why, she used to turn my ties and patch
mv enntt "
"Yes. all very well for her to do those
things for her brother, but I n different,
Why should I bring her to poverty? What
right have I to ask her to snare my pit
tance? Mrs. Brabazon would never listen
to it."
"Mrs. B. be bothered!" interpolated
Teddy, rudely; "who cares for her?"
"And she will marry some rich swell.
A pretty girl like her, a face like hers,
will have dozens of suitors; snd, of,
course, she will marry one of them, and 1
can't blame her."
"Not she!" returned Teddy, stoutly,
"and I'll tell you the reason, old fellow,"
taking his cousin literally by the button
of his red-serge coat. "She won't look
at a duke, if she's the girl I take her to
be, and I ought to know her pretty well,
because" smiling and pausing for a mo
ment. "Yes," with feverish eagerness.
"Because she likes you. Can't you
grasp that?"
It was about the only pleasant fact that
had been placed before him this morning,
and he seized it with avidity. And he did
grasp it most gratefully.
"Of course, the loss of the money is a
bore." said Teddy; "but I think you and
Esme would have fancied one another,
anyhow, without that. Old George Brab
azon was certainly touched In the top
story, leaving the reversion after six
months to this perfectly unnecessary na
tive college in Calcutta. I think we all
are a little queer Uncle Sandy, Uncle
George, Aunt Jane, myself and you, with
your rushing out here at three days' no
tice, have certainly qualified for being
called 'eccentric' Hullo! there's the
breakfast bugle, and I must be off. Cheer
up, old man! it will be all right, you'll
see."
"Captain Brabazon, sir." said a rich
Milesian accent. breathlessly; "Mr.
Mitt-hell's compliments, and would ye
oblige him with the lind of a tin of
cocoa?"
"Yes. yes, certainly!" impatiently; "go
to White."
"Time for ns to be moving, too, to our
morning mea!; there's not much to set
leiore you. Teddy, but cold stew, and
black coffee, our rations being of the
least luxurious description."
"I'm not particular about quality as
long as I hare quantity, and I fancy you
are even better off for grub than we are.
You're sure you don't hate the sight of
e. Miles?" he added diffidently, as they
cine more rume near the tents.
J "That's the second time you've asked
roe that. Teddy. No. In fact, take it
all nrwund, now that I have got my breath
again, so to Kak, I'm very glad to see
you. After a.l. t bints are not so black
as ttiey were yesterday. I might get on
the staff. I might have some luck out
here; and, if Esme will only forgive me,
if I thought there was any chance of
that. I would be all right."
It would not be necessary to describe
the condition of Miles Brabazon s mind
at this period, unless the term "change
able" from fair to stormy might be ap
plied. tP t. At ouv time he was buoyed
CRQKER
ui with hopes that rested on Teddy's as-
suranee that Esine was a girl to stick to
fellow through thick aud thin, and that
' course it would be "all right;" but
ese gleams of sunshiae were but rare
generally he was plunged into an' abyss
of despair. To find that he had thrown
a wife and fortune entirely through
ca9e of mistaken identity, from ignor-
"nce ' somewhat transparent family
u,rana pounus.
CHAPTER XVI.
"What has happened now? whence this
beaming face and these seraphic smiles?"
Inquired Gussie, raising her eyes lazily
from her book, as her sister entered th
room.
"I've just had a letter from Miles." re
plied Esme, hastily advancing with an
air of bashful elation; "such a nice let
ter!" "Oh. is that it?" rejoined Miss Bra ba
ses, ia a very wintry tone of voice. "And
pray what has he got to say for himself?"
"Oh. of course he is in a dreadful state
of mind. I believe it is really worse for
him now than it ever -was for me," len
iently. "I should hope so," with a little, angry
sniff. "I should humbly trust that he
Mrs. B.siourageoaa fjafcfJcationa; - so
don't be nngratefuL" -W,r-
"Yea." dubiously;-"in a kind of way;
people have had heaps of other things to
think about. An:' now drawing a long
sigh of relief, "of course it does not mat-
ter, as it's all right."
"What on earth do you mean?" de-
manded Augusta, sharply, turning half
round in her chair, and surveying her sis-
ter critically.
"I mean that the wedding dress, locked
away upstairs, will be worn, after all.
when he comes home," said Esme shyly.
To this remark there was no answer for
at least a minme. ana uitu uumk
verv decidedly
"Esme. tou must be mad; you would
not think of marrying him now?" speak
ing as It were in capital letters.
"And pray, why not?" regarding her
sister with angry blusnes.
"He did not say anything about it in
his letter, did he?" apprehenaively.
"There was no occasion; we are as
inm-h encased as before; there Is no
phiDn."
"No change: un, dear, no cenainiy
not, by no means!" sarcastically. "What
are you going to live upon, you goose?
Your money ia being turned into bricks
and mortar at the other side of the globe,
and Miles la a genteel pauper, who will
find quite enough to do to keep himself,
much less you, and your excellent appe
tite." with homely candor.
"Rnf-hesitatingly "but. Gussie. 1
have some money."
"Not a penny nnless you marry to
please Mrs. B., and she hates Miles like
poison."
"I think you are very unkind. tQ say
ill these horrfa things," returned Esme
'ndignantly and with a suspicion or tears
In her voice. "This is not the way 1 take
your good news, when you have any;
and you always pretended to like Miles
so much."
" I Ho. mv sweet, silly sister, as a
cousin, but not as a brother-in-law. Just
sit down here," giving a chair a little
push, "and listen, for a few minutes, to
sound common sense. When Miles was
an eligible parti, you would not marry
him; your accepting him at all was sim
ply because you saw him do a plucky
thing at Sandborough, and, carried off
your feet by the emotion of the moment,
you said yes; and then the wedding was
hurried on, and the dresses and presents
were such-delicious novelties you had not
the heart to go back! But you were nev
er one bit in love with him; you would
rather have Teddy's little finger than
fifty Mileses."
"You are wrong, quite wrong; every
word you have said has been wrong,"
cried Esme, with blazing cheeks; "be
cause Miles and I did not make an hum
bling exhibition of ourselves and sit hand
in hand and arm in arm like other peo
ple," expressively, "you imagine that we
that I don't care for him. I do very
much."
"Fiddle-de-dee, fiddle-de-dee. I was not
talking of love, I was talking of sense
my strong point, you will please to re
member! This time next year, my beauti
ful, impulsive sister, I shall have you up
to London, and marry you to some very
nice, rich and, if you are very good, titled
young man! Think of that!"
"Marry anyone you like yourself, my
dear Gussie; but, as far as I am concern
ed, I shall never marry anyone but Miles
never r'
"And yet, in this very room, and not so
very long sgo, you raved and stamped
and all but tore your hair out, and declar
ed that, dragged to the foot of the altar
you might be, but become his bride nev
er! And ah! I see you remember the
episode l nave Just one little question
to ask, and -only one. Supposing now,
for the sake of argument, that he won't
marry you what then?"
Ah! this waa a phase of the matter that
Esme had never contemplated; but, al
though she made prompt and cheerful an.
swer to herself to her sister's query, she
vouchsafed no reply, beyond what might
be called a superior smile, and loud and
triumphant poking of a most offensive
firs.
Gussie's allusion to Mrs. Brabazon was
timely, Esme well knew. That lady had
always been antagonistic to her nephew
when he waa a moneyed man, and was
not likely to be any fonder of him now
that he waa as poor aa a church mouse.
Quite lately she had awakened to a due
appreciation of the unusual personal gifts
of her younger step-daughter, and thor
ough understanding of her marketable
value coronet! Eame's visit to Brigh
ton, her appearance at all the winter
country balls, had given her quite a rep
utation, and a certain young honorable,
the eldest son of Lard Mangel-Wurrle,
was constantly finding hia way over to
Baronsford. He waa received by Gussie
with open arms, by Esme with smiles, for
he had best) one of what Mrs. Brabazon
would have called Teddy's "boon" com-
paniona. He waa a pleasant, ruddy faced
young gentleman, with a .cheery voice,
frank, unaffected manners, and was real
ly very much enamored of the beautiful
Miss Brabaaon. Of course he heard that
she had been engaged to her cousin, but
it was all broken off months ago, and "the
dear girl had never really cared about
him; it was a family business," so Mrs.
Brabaaon had whispered confidentially to
Lady Mangel-Wurzle, and she looked, for
ward to a double wedding before long, for
Gussie had accepted her long-suffering
Freddy, who had come in for another
fortune, and already, as she remarked
complacently, "the presents had been both
numerous and costly." Now here was
this odious, tiresome Miles Brabazon
coml-g to the surface again, aad writing
Mrs. Brabazon a long letter from some
outlandish camp in South Africa. W hat
was to be done with him? What a worry
and affliction he had been from first to
last. "What a good thing it would be if
the Boers were to kill him." thought thi
amiable lady. Should she answer his
letter, or not? After some very grave
reflection she decided that she would re
ply, and by the next mail, in a friendly
spirit, giving him largely of her forgive
ness and sympathy; but appealing to him,
forcibly, to release Esme from her pres
ent ridiculous engagement. The epistle
took some time to put together, and as
she was sitting biting the end of her pen
In the throes of composition, Esme came
into the room with her hat on, and aald
she was going to the village with the
nost-bag.
"I am not quite ready yet; but in ten
minutes' time I shall have finished. 1 am
writing a rather difficult letter to Miles.
"Yes." returned Esme, coloring, and
looking at her interrogatively.
"Of course I forgive him freely; but the
engagement must not be talked of Just
at present; aa matters are it would be too
imprudent. You see. my dear, although
he is very nice himself, be has nothing
to marry on now."
"But we can wait, Mrs. Brabaaon."
"Ah. yes, yon are only twenty; you
have written to htm, too?" - ,
-Tea." holding up a letter, i
"Oh, dear me! yon might have inclosed
mine and saved me sixpence; it Is not
stamped, thongh, I see."
"Not -ret: I'm taking it to the post."
"Then give It to me. it can go In mine;
there is plenty of room in my envelope,
and I have a stamp."
Esme handed it over with a little reluc
tance. She would have liked to have post
ed it herself! but she did not one moment
doubt her stepmother's honesty of pur-
Dose, and was firmly convinced, ten min
utes later, as she walked down to the
village with elastic, springing steps, that
she was carrying it over the first stage of
its long, long journey, and that in five
weeka it would be in Miles own Hands.
Deluded young damsel! The Instant she
had left the room Mrs. Brabazon naa
taken up her epistle, had turned it over
meditatively, and said to herself: "This
billet doux will encourage him. ana tnat
would be fatal to all our hopes; probably
she la teMngTiTm she wTTJ waft for him
for veers:" smiling contemptuously. "No,
no, we cannot have any of that kind of
uooserme." so this right-minded, honorable
ladv deliberately walked over to the fire.
poked an open place among the coals, in
to which she carefully dropped the mis
sive; for a second it lay, seemingly star
ing pt her like some living thing, with
its clear address confronting ner inus:
"Captain Brabazon,
"2d Battalion, Boyal Marchers,
"With the army In the field,
"South Africa.'
Then it became a delicate biscuit color,
then it curled at the edges and suddenly
shot up in a bright flame, and in another
moment a few black fragments, lazily
sailing up the chimney, were all that re
mained of Miss Ksme ttraDazon's foreign
letter.
(To be continued.)
Notes of the Street.
Consolidated Lake Superior common
will. It Is stated, be placed on an 8 per
xnt. dividend basis next month.
September was the best month the
- . i...n hnaineftst has en-
soumeru ..v..
loyed this year, the aggregate exports
jelng over au.uuu
A cable dispatch announces the fall
are of two Brazilian banks, the Banco
Industrial and Mercantile of Santos
ind the Banco ve rara.
The total net earnings of the Easton
Consolidated Electric Co. for August
were 111,800. as against i0.860 for the
jorresponding month last year.
'2JT Znkclea"
ar a"""5. " "". ' far fall
ilcate me uauai
Dusiness. . .. Vt.-
The annual inspecnoi.
rvlvania Kaiiroaa oy
" . n r.f Directors, which
l hedCredfor-Oc'tober U. has been
postponed to a laieruwc.
Industrial.
m Amo.-1.nn Tin Plate Company
announce that tney win sian inn umm
4 ann,,n.nn ..f ilu Xllea Ohio, tin
Th. .mtilnvra mv they will not
return unless the scale Is signed, and
. . . . 1 . V.
an attempt will oe maae 10 aiuii u
non-union men,
mun onnl mini, at 0lf Hill. OUtarlO.
were tied by e strike for the union scale
of 80 cents per ten a-ainai u ceois now
Deing paia.
ITh. ITnitwi fit.tH rtriilt Court of
Appeals, at San Francisco, has quashed
tne inaictmems against n mm u
ho Pneur D'Alene
mi.. Hpiiro lout von,, for Interfering:
with the United States malls. It was
shown that the men did not Know uim
the train which tney inienertt wiv
carried the maila.
4 AFTER THE STORM.
svasvusyuevuevisYUsvtusY
66 T7F w can't tree, ma'am. It's
it high time we partea company,
said Mr. Barnabas Bufflngton.
"My sentiments exactly," said Miss
Patty Chickson, "and the sooner the
better, according to my way of think
ing."
Mr. Bufflngton was a portly individ
ual, with a Roman nose. Iron gray halt
and a stout, short figure.
Miss Chickson was tall and spare.
with little spiral curls and the remains
of a complexion, and with blue eyes
that bed been passing bright twenty
years ago.
There is an end to ell human endur
ance, observed the gentlemen sternly.
"Sir." said Miss Chickson, "I have put
up with your eccentricities until for-
beerence has ceased to be a virtue."
'A month's notice!" ssld Mr. Buffing
ton, savagely flourishing his yellow silk
pocket handkerchief.
"You are quite at liberty to go at the
end of twenty-four hours, for ell I
care!" retorted Miss Chickson with dig
nity. "Madame, I take you at your word,"
said the gentleman.
"Sir, I shall congratulete myself if
you will," ssld the lady.
Mr. Barnabas Bufflngton had lodged
with Miss Patty Chickson for ten
years. He was rich and eccentric; she
was poor and proud. As young people
there bad been certain love passages
between them or rather the buds of
love passages, which had never blos
somed Into full perfection end when
Mr. Bufflngton came home from China
and found his old pastor's orphan
daughter trying to gain a scanty live
lihood by letting epartments be en
gaged her entire second floor at once
and paid his way like a rajah.
"Poor girl! poor girl!" said Mr. Bar
nebes Bufflngton. "But how thin and
old-maldlsh she bos grown! I really
can't Imagine how I ever could have
fancied her a divinity. What fools
young men are, to be surer
"Poor, dear Mr. Bufflngton! How
stont and vulger he has become !" said
Miss Chickson. "And only to think how
slender he was once! How the dreams
of he's youthful days do alter!"
Mr. Barnabas Bufflngton was not per
fect enough to be canonized and Mist
Chickson had her petty peculiarities.
The consequence was that little colli
sions were inevitable.
And one day there came' e longer
measuring of wordy words then usual,
and Mr. Bufflngton and Miss Chickson
formally parted.
"Ten years Is quite long enough to
tolerate this state of things," said the
old bachelor.
"I'm only surprised that I haven't
turned him awey long ego," aald the
old maid.
So when Mr. Bufflngton hed gone
away in a cab piled high with baggage,
Miss Chickson rang the bell for her
meld.
"Barbara." said she.
"Yes, ma'am," said Barbara. ,
"Mr. Bufflngton has gone at last"
"So I perceive, ma'am," geld Barbara
"And won't be come back again.
ma'am?"
"Never," said Miss Chickson with
spirit.
"Oh," said Barbara, rather surprised.
"It will be necessary for us to reduce
expenses," remarked the mistress. "Of
coarse I cannot afford any longer to
keep so large a honse aa this. Mr.
Bufflngton, whatever his faults, cannot
at least be accused of parsimony."
"Certainly not ma'am," said Bar
bare. "Of all liberal, free-handed, klnd
apoken gents "
"Barbara, yon will oblige me by hold
ing your tongue!" said Miss Chickson.
"Certainly, me'em," said Barbara.
"Get me e cup of tee," seld Miss
Chickson, "end when I have drunk It
I will go out to look for a cheeper
house In a less aristocratic neighbor
hood. Barbara brought up the cup of tee in
a quelnt little Wedgewood teapot on e
Japanese tray.
Miss Chickson drank it In silence,
looking sadly et the fire.
Tea was, so to speak. Miss Chick
son's inspiration. When she was low
spirited or in doubt or puzzled, or in
any way thrown off her mental bal
ance, she drank tee end straightway
became herself again.
Meanwhile, Mr. Bernebea Bufflngton,
tn the solitary splendors of the West
End hotel, was scarcely less ill at eese.
"I don't like this sort of thing et ell."
seld Mr. Bufflngton to himself one morn
lug e month leter. "It Isn't home-like.
There's no cat here. Patty Chickson
always kept a cat There's something
very domestic and cozy-looking about
a cat I'll go out end look down the
advertising columns of the dally paper
and see what Inducements they have
to offer In the way of quiet respectable
homes for elderly gentlemen."
So It came to pass that Mr. Barnabas
Bufflngton sallied forth, not house
bun tine, but home-hunting.
It wes not a so readily disposed of
business es he supposed. This house
wes next to a livery stable; thet one
contained a young lady who wes prac
ticing for en opera singer; the third
amelled aa If the drainage were defec
tive; the fourth was too splendid; th
fifth too shabby.
"I dont know but that I shell be
compelled, to aleep at the station
house," gloomily remarked Mr. Barna
bas Bufflngton, "for, come what may,
nothing shell Induce me to go back to
that noisy hotel, where the welters
don't come until yon have rung the bell
forty times, aad the soap Is served
keif cold."
.He ww walking PMllraix.lJMli; J
quiet and shady uttie street with both
bands thrust down in his pockets end
the front of his hat tilted down over his
nose, when, chenclng to look up, he
perceived e grey cet dosing In the bey
window of i modest-looking house, enc
on the doorway thereof wes pieced ec
unpretentious notice:
"Hoard end lodgings at moderet
prices."
"I like the look of that place,"- said
Mr. Bufflngton. "They keep e vet there
a gray cat. It's not splendid, but if
looks comfortable. I'll try it"
lie rang the bell; e neet little meld
servant in e white apron and frilled
cap responded to the summons.
"Please, sir. Missis ain't et home,
but I knowa all about the rooms," aald
the little damsel. "I can show 'em,
aud I can tell you the terms."
- Barnebes Bufflngton liked the look of
the rooms and he did not object to the
terms. There was a bright coal fire
burning In the grate.
"Missis wanted the rooms to be well
aired," said the girl, courtesying at ev
ery other word.
lour mistress, my girl. Is a woman
if sense," seld Bufilnstou. "This settles
the matter. I'll take the apartments
Cor a mouth, certain, with the privilege
of renewal If I find myself suited."
He took off his hat unwound his com
forter from about his neck aud sat
own before the cheery shine of the
grate.
"Co and tear down the bill at once,'
said be. "Aud leave the door open so
that cats "
"But, sir," whispered the white-
aproued lassie, "If my missis "
"Never uilud your mistress," said Mr.
Butllugtou, cavalierly. "She wanted a
boarder and she's got one What more
would she have?"
And so speaking, he hailed a cab In
the street end bade the drver go for his
trunk aud bet boxes without delay
Miss Chickson snd Barbere had been
out selecting some new pie platters and
pudding basins, and little Betsey was
eagerly watching for them at the area
door when they came In.
- "please, missis," said Betsey, "the
room is let. And he's sitting upstairs
now, with the cet in his lap."
"Who ia it?" demanded Miss Chick
son.
"The new boarder, ma'am."
"What Is his name?"
"Please, ma'am. I don't know," said
Betsey.
Miss Chickson walked off Into her
little parlor and sat down, fanning her-
self with her bonnet.
"Betsey," said she, "go upstairs, pre
sent my compliments to this stranger,
and tell him I shall be glad of en Inter
view at once. He may be a burglar.
fvir what I know."
"Y'es'm." said Betsey.
And ' away sue tripped, returning
presently.
"He's comln', ma'am," said she.
And In stalked Mr. Barnebes Buf-
flngtou!
"Good gracious me!" seld Miss Chick
son.
"It's Petty Chickson, isn't It?" seld
Mr. Bufflngton. staring with ell his
eyes. "I might heve known that It was
the seme cet However, me'am," re-lap.ilr-s
into e belligerent attitude, "I
won't intrude; I'll leave the premises
at ouce."
"Don't" said Miss Chickson, faintly.
"Eh?" said Mr. Bufflngton.
1 'I I hope you don't bear malice,"
seld .Miss Chickson. "I'm sure I was
a little Impatient"
"Don't mention it" said Mr. Bufflng
ton. "It was all my fault"
"I was unreasonable," said Miss
Chickson.
"I was e brute," seld Mr. Bufflngton.
"I heve reproeched myself bitterly."
said the lady.
"I haven't had e moment of peece
since," seld Mr. Barnabas Bufflngton.
sincerely.
"Shall we forget and forgive?" whis
pered Miss Chickson.
"I know a better plan than that'
said Mr. Bufflngton. "Let's begin the
world on e new bests."
"I don't understand you," seld Mist
Chickson.
"I like you end your ways," seld Mr.
Bufflngton. "I didn't know how much
until we separated. Let us settle down
together for life. Patty Chickson. Lefu
be married."
"At our age?" said Miss Chickson.
"We shall never be any younger."
said Mr. Bufflngton.
"If you really think people wouldn't
laugh," hesitated the spinster.
"What do we care whether they do oi
not?" said the bachelor, recklessly.
And the result of this conference w
thet Mr. end Mrs. Barnebes Buffiiu""
are now sitting, one on either side of
the hearthrug, with the gray cat in the
middle, as harmonious a trio as one will
often And.
And the bill Is taken down perma
nently. Cleveland Plain Dealer.
v Unman Nature.
"There are very few people who don
get Interested in e good scrap."
"That's right I think there ere t
number of advocates of universe! peati
who would be somewhat dlseppointec
at an abrupt termination of the Boei
war." Harper's Bazaar.
Kxclnalve Inforaaatlon.
"Bay, pa, whaf s a bachelor?"
"A bachelor, my son. Is a might
lucky fellow, but don't tell your mi
that I told your Der Floh.
Odds and Ends.
Four miles from Bath. England, is a
mysterious monument known as the
Three Shires Stone. From It yoa can
parts of Somersetshire, Glouces
tershire and Wiltshire.
The French Government considers its
postal system rather In the light of a
source of revenue than as a public
service, which Is obvious from the fact
that it cleared about 93.000.000 francs
($17,949,000) profit through it last year.
In Arkansas a man has planted red
birch, native willows end soft maple
for two miles along a stream to pre
vent the washing of the banks.
A fruit tree progagator has produced
a seedless apple. These new apples are
superior in flavor to the ordinary kinds.
High prices are being paid for the trees.
From very early times Kurope was
astonished by the wonderful things
which came from the Chinese the silk,
tea, spices, the great Ideas and Inven
tions. Health authorities estimate that 10
per cent, of the men who go to Cape
Nome never come back aliva.
Even the common potato Is good med
icine for rheumatism. A decoction of
potatoes used as a fomentation will
srlve perfect relief.
A Chicago nrm nas set up a line oi
automobiles to carry pasengers be
tween Its store and one of the railroad
stations for 5 cents.
A Florida man has purchased 300
acres of swamp land near Swan
Brida-es. and will turn it Into a breed
ing place for alligators. These reptiles
are becoming: scarce, owing to the ac
tivity of Northern hunters and as there
Is a steady demand lor alligator sain,
the speculator hopes to do well.
The Indians are not an important po
litical factor In this country, but there
is a county in Nebraska Thurston
county where they hold the balance
of power between the parties and are
cultivated accordingly oy ine pomi
clans. They number about 1500, and
comprise Onr.ehas and Winnebagoes
Useful Hints.
In broiling meat over coals never al
low them to smoke the least. After
the coals have burned down somewhat
throw on a handful of salt to deaden
the blue flame that arises. If the drip
ping from your meat takes fire remove
from the stove to cool for a few min
utes. Don't try to blow It out, as there
Is danger of burning the face.
All vegetables are better to be sea
soned when they are ready for the ta
ble. Never let them stand after coming
off the Are. Put them instantly Into a
colander, over a pot of boiling water,
if you have to keep them hack for din
ner. Cauliflower should be tied up tn a
net or a piece of white mosquito net
ting when boiling, and served with rich
drawn butter. Roll twenty minutes.
Look carefully through this vegetable
for worms. Just the color of the stalk.
Black lace will resume much of Its
pristine beauty If washed In thick suds
made of tar soap. The lace must be al
lowed to dry without rinsing, as the
tar imparts a slight stiffness which Is
very desirable.
Electric Sparklets.
An electric canal service Is to be
maintained between Cincinnati and
Dayton. .
The rubber annually made up into
golf balls is sufficient to Insulate an
Atlantic cable.
Prof. J. J. Thomson has discovered
bodies smaller than atoms and these he
calls corpuscles.
The Mediterranean squadron of the
French navy Is being equipped with
wireless telegraphy instruments.
A $5,000,000 municipal telephone plant
is being Installed In the city of Lon
o which Is expected to serve 40,000
subscribers at a nominal rate.
Out of the Ordinary.
In China a doctor's fee varies fiem t
.ents to a quarter.
A penny will buy twenty times aa
nuch nourishment in the shape of oat
neal as in the form of beef.
There are no snakes nor frogs in Alas
ka, but there are toads.
Women clean the streets of Cannes.
Ihe cleanest town in the world.
A Chinese drink is made of lamb's
lesh, bruised with rice and fermented.
Meat has been preserved in a froze!
itate for thirty yaai-s. aid found per-tei-tly
eatable at the end f that time. 1
Among the Banks.
The Traders' Bank has been incor
porated to do a general banking busi
iess in Kansas City.
The State banks of Kansas have a
reserve of 110,968.000, the largest In the
aistory of the state.
The amount of national bank notes
n circulation September 30 was $32$.
135 973, an Increase of $4,112,163 sine
August 31 and of $85,045,845 Bince Sep
:ember 30. 1899. ,
Chicago bank clearings for Septem
oer were $516,737,035. a decrease of $6,
87.100 from August. They were the
imallest since February. As compared
with last year, there was a reduction
jf $32.116.402. or 5 per cent.
Personals.
Wnh Jefferson has given $1000 tow-
rd the relief of the Galveston sufferers.
He attended school in Galveston v hen
i mere boy. and his earlier successes
B his dramatic career were made in
.hat town. . .
John Hopkins, who was for more than
orty years the organist at Rochester
Cathedral, Kngland, died recently In his
tightieth year. His last performance
n the Cathedral organ was a dtad
narch" on the occasion of the death cf
:he Duke of Saxe-Coburg.
When Emperor William drives In ter.
In he Is followed by two officers on bi
cycles, whose duty it is to arrest pcr
tons who throw letters into the lniper
al carriage.
I cease to be depressed by learning
slowly If I am te learn forever.
You know that a little thought and
a little kindness are often worth more
than a great deal of money. This char
ity of thought Is not merely to be ex
ercised toward the poor; It ia to be
exercised toward ell men.
Persons who cheat themselves are
easy victims to others.
Instead of a little position In this
world exalting a man to honor, it is
service that exalts man and makes him
worthy of any position In this world.
Away from the Idea that some have
that you must have position to be great.
Hope is a flatterer.
Nothing Is truer in the experience of
life than that selAshnesa overreaches
itself He that would get the most out
of life must contribute of his thought
sympathy, time and substance for the
good of others.
The kangaroos which used to be a
plague In Australia, are now getting
so scarce that It pays to raise them In
herds. '
SERMON
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Qto. Br. Calmaoc
SatjMt: Thickening flloam Orowtm
Oli! Without Itellelon Dismal Prut
ute Consoling 8oga-.tlnna ThoM
Who Have Fauod Llf.'. Merillnn.
CopyrmUt lnuo.1
Washikotos. D. C. In this sermon
I)r. Talmaire discourses upon the invita
tion given to Christ to stay overnight in
the Oriental village, and makes some con
solatory suggestions. The text is Luke
xxiv. 29. "Abide with us, for it is toward
evening.
two villagers, having concluded their
errand in Jerusalem, have started out at
the city gate and are on their way to
r.mmaus. the place ot their rciden.-c.
They go with a sad heart. Jesus, who
had been their admiration and their joy,
had been baselv massacred and entombed.
As, with sad face and broken heart, tlicy
pass on their wav a stranger accosts
them. Ihev tell Him their anxieties and
bitterness of soul. He in turn talks to
them, mightily expounding the Scriptures.
He throws over them the fascination of
intelligent conversation. They forget the
time and notice not the objects they pass
and before they are aware have come in
front of their house. They pause before
the entrance and attempt to persuade the
stranger to tarry with them. They press
upon Him their hospitalities. Night is
coming on, and He mav meet a prowling
wild beast, or be obliged to be unsheltered
from the dew. He cannot go much farther
now. Why not stop there and continue
their pleRsant conversation? They take
Him by the arm, and they insist upon His
coming in. addressing Him in the words,
"Abide with us. f-ir it is toward evening.'
The lamps are lighted, the table is spread,
pleasantsocialtiesareenkindled. They re
joice in the presence of this stranger guest.
He asks a blessing upon the bread they eat,
and He hands a piece of it to each. Snd'
denly and with overwhelming power the
thought flashes upon the astounded peo
ple it is the Lord! And as they sit in
breathless wonder, looking upon the resur
rected bodv of Jesus. He vanished. The
interview ended. He was gone.
With many of us it is a bright sunshiny
day of proserity. There is not a cloud
in the sky, not a leaf rustling in the forest,
no chill in the air. Rut we cannot expect
all this to last. He is not an intelligent
man who exects perpetual daylight of
joy. The sun will after awhile near tlie
horizon; the shadows will lengthen.
Wrhile I speak many of us stand in the
very hour described in the text, "For it is
toward evening. the request ot the text
is appronriate for some in every commu
nity, for with them it ia toward the even
ing of old age. They have passed the me
ridian of life. They are sometimes star
tled to i.iin c how old they are. They do
not, however, like others to remark uiion
ft. If others suggest their approximation
toward venerable appear.ince, they say,
"Why, I am not so old, after all." They
do. indeed, notice that thev cannot utt
quite as much as once; they cannot walk
quite so last; they cannot read quite so
well without spectacles; they cannot so
easily recover from a cough or any occa
sional ailment; they have lost their taste
for merriment; they are surprised at the
quick passage of the year; they say that it
only seems but a little while ago tnat they
were bovs: they are going a little down
hill; there is something in their health.
something in their vision, something in
their walk, something in their changing
associations, something above, something
beneath, something within to remind them
that it is toward evening.
The great want of all such is to have
Jesus abide with them. It is a dismal
thing to be getting old without the reju
venating influence of religion. hen we
stop on the down grade of life and see
l tat it dips to the verge of the cold river,
we want to behold some one near who
will help us across it. When the sight
loses its power to glance and gather up,
we need the faith that can illumine. When
we feel the failure of the ear. we need the
clear tones of that voice which in olden
times broke up the silence of the deaf
with cadences of mercy. When the ax
men of death hew down whole forests of
strength and beauty around us and we
are left in solitude, we need the dove of
divine mercv to sing in our branches.
When the shadows begin to fall and we
feel that the day ' far spent, we need
most of all to "-jpplicate the beneficent
Jesus in the grayer of the villagers.
"Abide :vitr- us, for it is toward evening."
The re- -est of the text is an appropriate
ex -!-.. otion for all those who are ap
proaching the gloomy hour of temptation.
There is nothing easier than to be good
natured when everything pleases, or to be
humble when there is nothing to puff us
un, or forgiving when we have not been
assailed, or honest when we have no in
ducement to fraud. But you have felt the
grapple of some temptation. Your nature
at some time quaked and groaned under
tne infernal power. You feel that the devil
was after you; you saw your Christian
graces retreating; you fe; ed that you
would fail in the awful wrestle with sin
and be thrown into the dust. The gloom
thickened. The first indications of the
night were seen. In all the trembling of
your soul, in all the infernal suggestions of
Satan, in all the surging up of tumultuous
passions and excitements, you felt with
awful emphasis that it was toward even
ing. In the tempted hour you need to ask
Jesus to abide with you. You can beat
back the monster that would devour you;
you can unhorse the sin that would ride
you down; you can sharpen the battleax
with which you split the head of helmeted
abomination. Who bellied Paul shake the
brazen gated heart of Felix? Who acted
like a good sailor when all the crew howled
in the Mediterranean shipwreck? Who
helped the martyrs to be firm when one
word of recantation would have unfastened
the withes of the stake and put out the
kindling fire?
When the night of the soul came on
and all the denizens of darkness came rid
ing upon the winds of perdition, who
gave strength to the soul? Who gave
calmness to the heart? Who broke the
spell of infernal enchantment? He who
heard the request of the villagers, "Abide
with us, for it is toward evening." One
of the forts of France was attacked, and
the outworks were taken before night.
The besieging army lay down, thinking
that there was out little to do in tne
morning, and that the soldiery in the fort
could be easily made to surrender. Rut
during the night, through a bagk stairs,
they escaped into the country. In the
morning the besieging army sprang upon
the battlements, but found that their prey
was gone. So when we are assaulted by
temptation there is always some stcret
stair by which we might get off. God
will not allow us to be tempted above
what we are able, but with every tempta
tion will bring a way of escape that we
may be able to bear it.
The prayer of the text is appropriate
for all who are anticipating sorrow. The
greatest folly that ever grew on this
planet is the tendency to borrow trouble,
but there are times when approaching
sorrow is so evident that we need to be
making especial preparations for its com
ing. One of your children has lately be
come a favorite. The cry of that child
strikes deeper into the heart than the cry
of all the others. You think more about
it; you give it more attention, not because
it is any more of a treasure than the oth
ers, but because it is becoming frail. There
is something in the cheek, in the eye and
in the walk that makes you quite sure
that the leaves of the flower are going to
be scattered. The utmost nursing and
medical attendance are ineffectual. The
praise becomes feeble, the co-np'erlon light
er, the step weaker, the laugh fainter. No
more romping for that one through hall
and parlor. The nursery is darkened by
an approaching calamity. The heart feels
with mournful anticipation that the sun
is going down. Night speeds on. It is to
- raxd CYtning-
You nave long rejoiced in the care of a
mother; you have done everything to
make her last days happy; you have run
with quick feet to wait upon her every
want. Her presence has been a perpetual
blessing in the household. Rut the fruit
gatherers are looking wistfully at that
tree. Her soul ia ripe for heaven. The
gates are ready to flash open for her en
trance. But your soul siaks at the thought
of separation. You cannot bear to think
that soon you will be called to take the
last look at that face, which from the first
hour has looked upon you with affection
unchangeable. But you see that life is
ebbing, and the grave will soon hide her
from your sight. You sit ijuiet: you feel
heavy hearted. The light is fading from
the sky; the air is chill. It is toward
evening.
The words of the text are pertinent to
us all from the fact that we are nearing
the evening of death. I have heard it
said that we ought to live as though each
moment were to be our last. I do not be
lieve that theory. As far as prearat:on
is concerned we ought always to lie ready,
but we cannot always be thinking of
death, for we have duties in lite that de
mand our attention
when a man is seiiuig goods it is his
business to think of the bargain he is
making; when a man is pleading in the
courts, it is his duty to think of the in
terests of his clients; when a clerk is add
ing up accounts it is his duty to keep his
mind Uon the column of figures. He who
fills up his life with thoughts of death is
far from being the highest style of t hris
tian. 1 knew a man who used often to
say at night, "I wish I might die before
morning! He is now an intidel.
But there are times when we can aad
ought to give ourselves to the contempla
tion of that solemn moment when to the
soul time ends and eternity begins. We must
go through that one pass. There is no
roundabout way, no bypath, no circuitou
route. Die we must, aud it will be to ut
a shameful occurrence or a time of admir
able behavior. Our friends may stretch
out their hands to keep us back, but no
imploration on their part can hinder us.
They might offer large retainers, but
death would not take the tee. I ne nreain
will fail, and the eyes will close, and the
heart will stop. You may hang the couch
with gorgeous tapestry, but what does
death care for bed curtains? You majr
hang the room with the finest works ot
art, but what does.death care for pictures?
You mav fill the house with the waitings
of widowhood and orphanage. Does death
min i weeping?
Listen to 1'aul'a battle shout with mis
fortune, hark to mounting Iitimer s fire
song; look at the glory that hath reft the
dungeon and filled the earth and heavens
with the crash of the falling manacles oi
despotism and then look at those who
have tried to cure themselves by human
prescriptions, attempting to neal n
srrene with atch of court plaster and to
atop the plague of dying empires with the
quackery of earthly wisdom. Nothing can
siieak peace to the soul, nothing can un
strap our crushing burdens, nothing can
overcome our spiritual foes, nothing can
open our eyea to see the surrounding
horses and chariots of salvation that till
all the mountains but the voice and com
mand of Hun who stopped one nignt at
Emmaus.
You ought to be willing to exchange
your body that has headaches and side
aches anil weaknesses innumerable, that
limps w . !i the stone bruise or festers with
the thorn or flames on the funeral pyre
f fevers, for an incorruptible body and an
eve that blinks not before the jasper gates
and the great white throne. But between
tlint and this there is an hour about which
no man should be reckless or foolhardy.
1 doubt not your courage, but 1 tell yo.i
that you will want something better t'na.i
a strong arm, a good aim and a trusty
sword when you come to your last battle
You will need a better robe than any you
have in your wardrobe to keep you warai
in that place.
Circumstances do not make so much dif
ference. It may be bright day when you
push off from the planet, or it may be
dark night and while the owl is hooting
from the forest. It may be spring, and
your soul may go out among the blossoms,
apple orchards swinging their censers in
the way. It may be winter and the earth
in a snow shroud. It may lie autumn and
the forests set on fire by the retreating
year dead nature laid out in state. It
may be with your wife's hand in your
hand, or you may be in a strange hotel,
with a servant faithful to the last. It
may be in the rail train, shot off the
switch and tumbling in long reverberation
lown the embankment crash, crash!
I know not the time, I know not the
mode, but the days of our life are being
iihtracted awav. and we shall come down
to the time when we have but ten days
left, then nine days, then eight days, then
seven days, six days, five days, four days,
three days, two days, one day. Then
hours, three hours, two hours, one hour,
rtien only minutes left five minutes, four
minutes, three minutes, two minutes, one
minute. Then only seconds left four sec
onds, three seconds, two seconds, one sec
ond. Gone! The chapter of life ended!
The book closed! The pulses at rest! The
feet through with the journey! The
hands closed" from all work! No word on
the lips! No breath in the nostrils! Hair
combed back to lie undisheveled by any
human hands. The muscles still. The
nerves still. The lungs still. The tongue
still. AH still. You might put the steth
oscope to breast and hear no sound. You
might put a speaking trumpet to the ear,
but you could not wake the deafness. No
motion. No throb. No life. Still! Still!
On earth with many of you the evening
is the happiest part of the twenty-four
hours. You gather about the stand. You
talk and laugh and sing. You recount the
day. You plan for the morrow. You
have games and repartees. Amid all the
toil of the day that is the goal for which
you run, and as you take out your watch
or at the descending sun you thrill
with the thought that it is toward even-
ing. So death comes to the disciple.
What if the sun of life is about to set?
Jesus is the dayspring from on high, the
perpetual morning of every ransomed
spirit. What if the darkness comes?
Jesus is the light of the world and of
heaven. What though this earthly house
does crumble? Jesus has prepared a house
of many mansions. Jesus is the anchor
that always holds. Jesus is the fountain
that is never exhausted. Jesus is the
evening star hung up amid the gloom of
the gathering night.
You are almost through with the abuse
and backbiting of enemies. They will call
you no more oy evil names, lour good
deeds will not longer be misinterpreted or
your honor filched. The troubles of earth
will end in the felicities of heaven. To
ward evening! The bereavements of earth
will soon be lifted. You will not much
longer stand pouring your grief in the
tomb like Rachel weeping tor her chil
dren or David mourning for Absalom.
Broken hearts bound up. Wounds healed.
Tears wiped away. Sorrows terminated.
No more sounding of the dead march. To
ward evening. Death will come sweet as
slumber to the eyelids of the babe, as full
rations to a starving soldier, aa evening
hour to the exhausted workman. The sky
will take on its sunset glow, every cloud
a fire psalm, every lake a glossy mirror,
the forests transfigured, delicate mists
climbing the air. Your friemis will an
nounce it, your pulses will beat it, your
joys will ring it, your lips will whisper it,
"Toward evening."
Africa Is the most elevated of all
the continents. It is the continent
of "plateaus." The great table land
In the south has a mean altitude of
over 3500 feet: the wide table land on
the north has an average elevation of
about 13O0 feet.
In the province of Smolensk, Russia
there Is held every three months a lot
tery In husbands and wives, vho are
chosen by the chance drawinsT of a lot
tery ticket.
A woman who wears a stuffed bird
on her hat Is liable to a fine of from
$25 to $50 by a 1-iw recently passed by
the Legislature of Arkansas.
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