VOL- xxxvii Mrs. J. E. ZIMMERMAN. Jackets, Capes and Jacket Suits. All $5.00 and $6.00 jackets, $2.94. All $7.50 and 8.50 jackets, 3.98. All SIO.OO and 12.00 jackets, 4.98. All $ 12.50 ladies' jacket suits, 7.98. All $15.00 ladies' jacket suits, 9.50. All $20.00 ladies'jacket suits,l2.so One lot of ladies' jacket suits, 4.98. One lot of ladic-s' jacket capes —regardless of cost. All Wool Blankets. Haps and Cotton Blankets. All wool plain red and gray blankets—sl.9o, real value 2.75. All woul plain white and gray blankets —$2.25, real value 3. All wool plain red, black and' white, red and black $2.40, teal value 3.50. All better blankets at $2 98, 3.75 and 5.00, former prices 4.50, 5.00 and 6.50 All bed haps—7sc sl, 1.50, 2, former prices 1.00, 1.50, 2.00 a - d 2.50. All cotton blankets —45c, 65c, 90c, former prices 50c, 75c, sl. One lot $1 C. B. corsets at 59c. Of! Der on all w ° ol Underwear, including fcU cent, 1160UCIIOM Men's. Women's and Children's. Mrs. J. E. Zimmerman. Clean-up Sale Continued! 6 0 Balance of January Oevoted to Bargain Selling. 0 0 Our stock is still too large for invoicing and must be further reduced. CLOAKS ALMOST GIVEN AWAY. Special Clean-up Prices on Silks, Dress Goods, Table Linens, Crashes, Underwear and Hosiery. ALL WINTER GOODS SACRIFICED. REMNANT SALE Hundreds of Remnants of all kinds of Dry Goods and ail odd lots at bargain prices. L. ST EI IN Sc SO IN, 108 N. MAIN STREET, BUTLER, PA ■.— A i S22S. K E522! IT, guff £ Men don't buy clothing for the _ 1 /ILf I J] ,1 tpose or spending money. They 7 ?to get the best possible results for the £ »'*» vr &' f 7 Cmoney expended. Not cheap goods/§C / <|K J jfaf'#i | 3 tbut goods as chenp as they can 7 for «nd made up properly. If*?! 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Nace's Livery Feed and Sale Stable Rear of Wick House, Butler, Penn'a. The best of horses and first class rigs al ways on hand and for hire. lfest accommodations in town for per ma nent iMiarding and transient, trade. Speci al care guaranteed. Stable Room For 65 Horses. A good class of horses, both drivers and draft horses always 011 hand and for sale under a full guaranty; and horses bought pon proper notification by PEARSON B. NACE. Telephone. No. 219. jsiT jHotj Sale $5.00 $4.00 and $3.00 HATS AT SI.OO Jno- S. Wick. Successor to El). COLBKRT, 242 S. Main St., Butler, Pa. Opposite P. O. BUTLER, PA., THURSDAY, FEBRUARY l.~>. lyco ••• i i-Ki i ; . /t ■ r . . ; ». •■ • .... . * • v- • . ..v . . ..-. • . •-. j 4 » . • .-; -• ; t.i jA, . UN HIS STEPS. ' ; I 3?au3 iOo?" f I hj§ i•: i| - . i mmMjm H By Giiarles !L Slieldon. 4 ?£ :: I £ ->r ;; ••> C*n/vr%ijhteil and i/ki.iWied t>«*: /i»ri by the y ' v ; .J> I'LU+liu* (U •' < V f -» » 9 M . . . < . *•::? -- 1 *■'* • : • . • - . 4 • CHAPTER X. Thw*» are th«f which follow th« Ijimb whlthpr •oever he goeth. When Dr. Bruce and the bishop en tered the Sterling mansion, everything In the usually well appointed household was in the greatest confusion and ter ror. Th. j great rooms down stairs were empty, but overhead were hurried foot steps and confuted noises. One of the servants ran down the grand staircase with a look of horror on her face just as the bishop and Dr. Bruco were start ing to go up. "Miss Felicia is with Mrs. Sterling," the servant stammered in answer to a question and then burst into a hyster ical cry and ran through tho drawing room and out of doors. At the top of the staircase the two men were met by Felicia. She walked up to Dr. Bruce at once and put both hands in his. The bishop laid his hand on her head, and the three stood there a moment in perfect silence. The bishop had known Felicia since she was a child. Ho was the first to break silence. "The God of all mercy be with you, Felicia, in this dark hour. Your moth er"— The bishop hesitated. Out of the buried he had during his hurried passage from his friend s house to this Lous,' of death irresistibly drawn tho on • t :;d r r. aiance of his young man hood. Not even Bruce knew that. But tin re had been a time when tho bishop had i . red the incense of a ; Ingnlarly undivided .-iT <■ ion upon tin; altar of his youth to the b -:ntir'r.l Camilla Rolfe. and she had cbos jii between him and the millionaire. Tho bishop carried no l.itt rness with his memory, but it was still a memory. For answer to tho bishop's unfinished query Felicia turned and went back into her mother's room. She had not said a word yet. bnt both raen were struck with h"r wonderful calm. She returned to the hall door and beckoned to them, and the two ministers, with a feeling that they were about to behold something very unusual, entered. Rose lay with her arms outstretched on the bed; Clara, the nnr.se, sat with her head covered. 6obbing in spasms of terror, and Mrs. Sterling, with "the light that never was on sea or land" luminous on her face, lay there so still that even thj bishop was deceived at first. Then as the great truth broke upon him and Dr. Bruce he staggered, and the sharp agony of the old wound shot through him. It passed and left him standing there in that chamber of death with the eternal calmness and strength that the children of God have a right to possess, and right well he used that calmness and strength in the days that followed. The nest moment the house below was in a tumult. Almost at the same time the dm-tor, who had been sunt for at once, but lived some di tance away, came in, together with police officers who had beer; nmmoned by the fright ened servants. With them were four or five newspaper correspondents and sev eral neighbors. Dr. Bruce and tho bishop met this miscellaneous crowd at the head of tho stairs and succeeded in excluding all except those whose pres ence was necessary. With these the two friends learni il all the facts ever known about "the Sterling tragedy," as tho papors in their sensational accounts next dav called it. Mr. Sterling had gone into his room that evening about 9 o'clock, and th.kt was the bust seen of him until in half in hour a shot w as hi.-ird and a servant wli i was in the L .11 ran into the room and found tlie oA ner oi tin house dead on the floor, killed by his own hand. Felicia at the time was sitting by her mother. Ruse was reading in the li brary. She ran up stairs, saw her father as he was being lifted upon the couch by the servants and then ran screaming into her mother's room, where she flung herself down on the foot of the bed in a.swoon. Mr*. Sterling had. at first fainted at the shock, then rallied with wonderful swiftness anil sent a mes senger to call Dr. Bruce. She had then insisted on seeing her husband. In spite of Felicia, she had compelled Clara and the housemaid, terrified and trembling, to supi>ort her while she crossed the hall anil entered the room where her husband lay. She had looked upon him with a tearless face, had gone back into her own room, was laid on the bed, and as Dr. Bruce and the bishop entered the house she, with a prayer of forgiveness for herself and her husband on her quivering lips, had died, with Felicia bending over her and Rose still lying senseless at her feet. So great and swift had been the en trance of grim death into that palace of luxury that Sunday night, but the full cause of his coming was not known until the facts in regard to Mr. Ster ling's business affairs were finally dis closed. Then it was learned that for some time he had ltecn facing financial rnin owing to certain speculations that had in a month's time swept his supposed wealth into complete destruction. With the cunning and desperation of a man who battles for his very life, when he saw his money, which was all the life he ever valued, slipping from him ho hail pot off tho evil day to the last mo ment. Sunday afternoon, however, ho had received news that proved to him beyond a doubt the fact of his utter ruin. Tho very house that he called his, the chairs in which ho sat, his carriage, the dishes from which he ate, had Jill b«-en bought by money for which lie himself had never really done an honest stroke of pure labor. It had all rested on a tissue of deceit and speculation that had no foundation in real values. He knew the fact better than any one eise, but ho had hoped, with the hope that such men always have, that the same methods that brought him the money would also pre vent its loss. He had been deceived in this, us many others have been. As soon as the truth that he was practical ly a beggar had dawned upon him ho saw no escape from suicide. It was the irresistible result of such a life as he had lived. He had made money his god. As soon as that god hud gone out of his little world there was nothing more to worship, and when a man's object of worship is gone he has no more to live for. Thus died the great millionaire, Charles R. Sterling, and, verily, he died as the fool dieth, for what is the gain or the loss of money compared with the unsearchable riches of eternal life, which are far beyond the reach of worldly speculation, loss or change? Mrs. Sterling's death was the result of shock. She had not been taken into her hnsband's confidence for years, but she knew that the source of his wealth was precarious. Her life for several years had been a death in life. The Rolfes always gave the impression that they could endure more disaster un moved than any one else. Mrs. Sterling illustrated the old family tradition when she was carried into the room wli re her husband lay, but the feeble tenement could not hold tho spirit, and it gave up the gho.*t. torn and weakened by long years of suffering and disap pointment The effect of this triple Mow, the death of father and mother and the loss of property, was instantly apparent in the sisters. The horror of events stupe fied Rose for weeks. She lay unmoved hv sympathy or any effort to rally. She did not seem yet to realize that the money which had been so large a part of her very existence was gone. Even when she was told that she and Felicia must leave the house and be dependent upon relatives and friends she did not seem to understand what it meant. Felicia, however, was fully conscious of the facts. She knew just what had happened and why. She was talking over her future plans with her cousin Rachel a few days after the funerals. Mrs. Winslowand Rachel had left Ray mond and come to Chicago at once as soon as the terrible news had reached them, and with other friends of the family they were planning for tlie fu ture of Rose and Felicia. "Felicia, you and Rose must come to Raymond with us. That is settled. Mother will cot hear of any other plan at present," Rachel had said, while her beautiful face glowed with love for her cousin, a love that had deepened du" by day and was intensified by the knowledge that they both belonged to the new discipleship. "Unless I could find something to do here," answered Felicia. She looked wistfully at Rachel, and Rachel said gently: "What could you do, dear?" "Nothing. I was never taught to do anything except a little laugic, and I do not know enough about it to teach it or earn my living at it. I have learned to cook a little," Felicia answered, with a slight smile. "Then you can cook for us. Mother is always having trouble with her kitch en, "said Rachel, understanding well enough that Felicia was thinking of the fact that she was now dependent for her very food and shelter upon the kind ness of family friends. It is true, the girls received a little something out of the wreck of their fa ther's fortune, but with a speculator's mad folly he had managed to involve both his wife's and liis children's por tions in the common ruin. "Can I? Can I?" Felicia replied to Rachel's proposition as if it were to be considered seriously. "I am ready to do anything honorable to make my living and that of Rose. Poor Rose! She will never be able to get over the shock of our trouble." "We will arrange tho details when we get to Raymond. " Rachel said, smil ing through her tears at Felicia's eager willingness to care for herself. So in a few weeks Rose and Felicia found themselves a part of tbeWinslow family in Raymond. It was a bitter ex perience for Rose, but there was noth ing else for her to do, and she accepted the inevitable, brooding over the great change in her life and in many ways adding to the burden of Felicia and her cousin Rachel Felicia at once found herself in an atmosphere of discipleship that was like heaven to her in its revelation of com panionship It is true that Mrs. Wins low was not in sympathy with the course that Rachel was taking, but the remarkable events since the pledge had been taken were too powerful in their results not to impress even such a wom an as Mrs. Winslow. With Rachel Fe licia found a perfect fellowship. She at once found a part to take in the new work at the Rectangle. In the spirit of her new life she insisted 4»x>n helping in the housework at her aunt's and in a short time demonstrated her ability as a cook so clearly that Virginia sug gested that she take charge of the cook ing class at the Rectangle. Felicia entered upon this work with the keenest pleasure. For the first time in her life she had the delight of doing something of value for the happiness of others. Her resolve to do everything after asking, "What would Jesus do?" touched her deepest nature. She began to develop and strengthen wonderfully Even Mrs. Winslow was obliged to acknowledge the great usefulness and beauty of Felicia's character. The aunt looked with astonishment upon her niece, this citj- bred girl, reared in the greatest luxury, the daughter of a mil lionaire. now walking around in her kitchen, her arms covered with flour and occasionally a streak of it on her nose—for Felicia at first had a habit of rubbing her nose forgetfully when she was trying to remember some recipe— mixing various dishes, with the great est interest in their results, washing up pans and kettles and doing the ordinary work of a servant in the Winslow kitchen and at the rooms of the Rec tangle settlement At first Mrs. Wins low remonstrated. "Felicia, it is not your place to be out hero doing this common work I cannot allow it." "Why, aunt? Don't you like the muffins I made this morning?" Felicia would ask meekly, but with a hidden smile, knowing her aunt's weakness for that kind of muffin. "They were beautiful, Felicia, but it does not seem right for you to bo doing such work for us." "Why not? What else can I do?" Her aunt looked at her thoughtfully, noting her remarkable beauty of face and expression "You do not always intend to do this kind of work, Felicia?" "Maybe I shall. I have had a dream of opening an ideal cookshop in Chi cago or some large city and going around to the poor families in some slum district like the Rectangle, teach ing the mothers how to prepare food properly. 1 remember bearing Dr. Bruce say once that he believed one of the great miseries of comparative poverty consisted in poor food He even went so far as to say that he thought some kinds of crime could be traced to biscuits and tough beefsteak I'm con fident I would be able to make a living for Rose and myself and at the same time to help others. " Felicia brooded over this dream until it becamo a reality Meanwhile she grew into the affections of the Ray mond peoplo and the Rectangle folks. at.whom was kiuiwti as "the BUj;« 1 eook tin- structure of tbeh<»antrlmracter she was grow itiiC always rt*sTc<l her jiroiiiise ma«le in Nazareth Avenne church. "What would Jesus do? - She prayed and hoped and worked and planned her life by the answer to that question It was tlio inspiration of her conduct and the answer to all her ambition Three months had gone by since the Sunday morning when Dr Bruce came into his pulpit with the message of the new discipleship. Never before had the Rev Calvin Bruce realized how deep the feelings of his members flowed He humbly confessed that the appeal he had made met with an unexpected re sp»"mse from men and women who. like Felicia, were hnngry for something in their lives that the conventional type of church membership and fellowship had failed to give them But Dr Bruce was not yet satisfied for himself We cannot tell what his feeling was or what led to the move ment he finally made, to the great as tonishment of nil who knew him. better than by relating a conversation be tween him and the bishop at this time in the history of the pledge in Nazareth Avenue church The two friends were, as before, in Dr Brace's house, seated in his study "You know what 1 have come in this evening forr' the bishop was saying after the friends had been talking some time about the results of the pledge with Nazareth Avenue people Dr Bruce looked over at the bishop and shook his head "1 have come to confess." went on the bishep. "that I have not yet kept my promise to walk in his steps in the way that I believe 1 shall be obliged to if 1 satisfy my thought of what it means to walk in his stops " Dr Bruce had risen and was pacing his study The bi-hop remained in the deep easy chair, with his hands clasped, but his eye burned with the glow that always belonged to him before he made some great resolve "Edward"—Dr Brace spoke abrupt ly- "1 have not yet been able to satisfy myself, either, in obeying my promise, but I have at last decided on my course In order to follow it. I shall be obliged to resign from Nazareth Vvenue church " "I knew you would," replied tilt bishop quietly, "and I cume in thit evening to say that I shall bo obliged to do the same with my charge." Dr. Bruce turned and walked up tc his friend. They were both laboring under repressed excitement. "Is it necessary in your case?" asked Bruce. "Yes. Let me state my reasons. Probably they are tho same as yours. In fact, I am sure they arc." Tlie bishop paused a moment, then went on with increasing feeling "Calvin, you know how many years I have been doing the work of my posi tion. and you know something of the responsibility and the care of it. Idc not mean to say that my life has been free from burden bearing or sorrow, but I have certainly led what the pool and desperate of this sinful city would call a very comfortable—yes, a very luxurious —life. I have a beautiful house to live in, the most expensive food, clothing and physical pleasures. I have been able to go abroad at least a dozen times and have enjoyed for years the beautiful companionship of art and letters and music and all the rest of the very best. I have never known what it meant to be without money or its equivalent, and I have been unable to silence the question of late, 'What have I suffered for the sake of Christ?' Paul was told what great things ho must suffer for the sake of his Lord. Max well's position at Raymond is well tak en when he insists that to walk in the steps of Christ means to suffer. Where has my suffering come in ? The petty trial* and annoyances of my clerical life are not worth mentioning as sorrows or suffering. Compared with Paul or any of the Christian martyrs or early disci ples, I have lived a luxurious, sinful life, full of ease and pleasure. I cannot endure this any longer. I have that within me which of late rises in over whelming condemnation of such a fol lowing of Jesus. I have not been walk ing in his steps. Under the present sys tem of church and social life I soo no escape from this condemnation except to give the rest of my life personally to the actual physical and soul needs of the wretched people in the worst part of this city." The bishop had risen now and walked over to the window. The street in front of the house was as light as day, and he looked out at the crowds passing, then turned, and, with a passionate ut terance that showed how deep tho vol canic tiro in him burned, he exclaimed "Calvin, this is a terrible city in which we live. Its misery, its sin, its selfishness, appall my heart, and I have struggled for years with the sickening dread of the time when I should be forced to leave the pleasant luxury of my official jiosition to put my life into contact with the modern paganism of this century. The awful condition of the girls in the great department stores, the brutal selfishness of the insolent so ciety, fashion and wealth that ignores all the sorrows of the city, the fearful curse of the drink and gambling hell, the wail of the unemployed, the hatred of the church by countless men who see in the church only great piles of costly stone and upholstered furniture and the minister as a luxurious idler, all the vast tumult of this vast torrent of hu manity with its false and its true ideas, its exaggeration of evils in the church and its bitterness and shame that are the result of many complex causes —all this as a total fact, in its contrast with the easy, comfortable life I have lived, fills me more and more with a sense of mingled terror and self accusation. 1 have heard the words of Jesus many times lately, 'lnasmuch as ye did it not unto one of these least, my brethren, ye did it not to me.' And when have I personally visited the prisoner or the desperate or the sinful in any way that has actually caused me suffering? Rather I have followed the conven tional, soft habits of my'position and have lived in the society of the rich, refined, aristocratic members! of my con gregations. Where has tl*; suffering come in? What have I suffered for Jesus' sake? Do yon know,\ Calvin" — the bishop turned abruptly'toward his friend—"l have been tempted of late to lash myself with a scourge. ,If I had lived in Martin Luther's time, il would have bared my back to a self 'inflicted torture.'' Dr. Bruce was very pale. Never had he'seen the bishop or heart) him when under the influence of such* a passion. There was a sudden silence in the room. The bishop had sat down again and bowed his head Dr. Brace spoke at last "Edward, I do not need bu sny that you have expressed my feelings also. I have been in a similar position for years My life lisis been one of compar ative luxury Ido not. of course, mean to say that I have not; hard trials and discouragements and burdens in my church niis i try, but.fi cannot say that I have suiared any for Jesus. That verse in Peter haunts me. 'Christ also suffered for you. leaving you an exam pie that ye should follow his steps I '•ave lived in luxury.. Ido not know what it means to want. I also have hud my leisure for travel and beautiful com panionship I have been surrounded by soft, easy comforts of civilization The sin anil misery of this great city have beat like waves against the stone walls of my church and of this house in which I live, ami 1 have hardly heeded them the walls have been so thick 1 have reached a point where 1 cannot endure this any longer lam not con demning the church I love her. lam not forsaking the church I believe in her mission and have no desire to de stroy. L'-ast of all. in the step 1 am about to take, do I desire to be charged with abandoning the Christian fellow ship. but I feel I must resign my place as pastor of Xazareth Avenne church in order to satisfy myself that I am walking as I ought to walk in his steps In this action I judge no other minis ters and pass no criticism on others' discipleship. but I feel as you do Into a closer contact with the sin and shame and degradation of this great city 1 must come personally, and I know that to do that I must sever my immediate connection with Nazareth Avenne church. Ido not see any other way for myself to suffer for his sake as I feel that 1 ought to suffer. " Again that sudden silence fell over these two men. It was no ordinary ac tion they were deciding. They had both reached the same conclusion by tlio same reasoning, and they were too thoughtful, too well arenstomed to tho measuring of conlnct. to underestimate the seriousness of their position. "What is your plan?" The bishop at last spoke gently, looking up with his smile that always beautified his face The bishop's faco grew in glory now everv day "My plan," replied Dr. Bruce slowly, "is, in brief, the putting of myself into the center of the greatest human need I can find in this city and living there. My wife is fully in accord with me. We have already decided to find a resi dence in that part of the city where we can make our personal lives count for the most " "Let me suggest a place. " The bishop was on fire now. His fine face actually glowed with thje enthusiasm of the movement in which he and his friend were inevitably embarked. He went on and unfolded a plan of such farreaehing power and possibility that Dr. Bruco, capable and experienced as he was, felt amazed at the vision of a greater soul than his own. They sat up late and were as eager and even glad as if they were planning for a trip together to some rare land of unexplored travel. Indeed the bishop 6aid many times afterward that the moment his decision was reached to live the life of personal sacrifice ho had chosen he suddenly felt an uplifting, as if a great burden was taken from him. He was exultant. So was Dr. Bruce from the same cause. Their plan as it finally grew into a workable fact was in reality nothing more than the renting of a large build ing formerly used as a warehouse for a brewery, reconstructing it and living in it themselves in tho very heart of a territory where the saloon ruled with power, where the tenement was its filthiest, where vice and ignorance and shame and i>overty were congested into hideous forms. It was not a new idea It was an idea started by Jesus Christ when he left his Father's house and for sook the riches that were his in order to get nearer humanity and, by becom ing a part of its sin, help to draw hu inanity apart from its sin. The univer sity settlement idea is not modern. It is as old as Bethlehem and Nazareth, and in this particular case it was the near est approach to anything that would satisfy tho hunger of theso two men to suffer for Christ. There had sprung up in them at the same time a longing that amounted to a passion to get nearer the great physical poverty and spiritual destitution of the mighty city that throbbed around them. How could they do this except as they became a part of it, as nearly as one man can become a part of another's misery? Whero was the suffering to come in unless thero was an actual self denial of some sort ? And what was to make that self denial apparent to themselves or any ono else unless it took this concrete, actual, per sonal form of trying to share the deep est suffering and sin of the city ? So they reasoned for themselves, not judging others They were simply keep ing their own pledge to do as Jesus would do, as they honestly judged he would do. That was what they had promised. How could they quarrel with the result? They were irresistibly com pelled to do what they were planning to do. The bishop had money of his own. Every one in Chicago knew that the bishop had a handsome fortune. Dr Bruce had acquired and saved by liter ary work carried on in connection with his parish duties more than a comforta ble competence. This money, a large part of it, the two friends agreed to put at once into the work, most of it into the furnishing of a settlement house. Meanwhile Nazareth Avenuo church was experiencing something never known before in all its history. The simple appeal on the part of its pastor to his members to do as Jesus would do had created a sensation that still con tinued The result of that appeal was very much the same as in Henry Max well's church in Raymond, only Naza reth Avenue church was far more aris tocratic. wealthy and conventional. Nevertheless when one Sunday morn ing in early summer Dr. Bruce came into his pulpit and announced his resig nation the sensation deepened all over the city, although Dr. Bruce had ad vised with his board of trustees, and the movement he intended was not a mat ter of surprise to them. But when it becamo publicly known that the bishop also had announced his retirement from the position he had held so long in order to go and live himself in the center of the worst part of Chicago the public astonishment reached its height. "But why," the bishop replied to one valued friend who had almost with tears tried to dissuade him from his purpose—"why should what Dr. Bruce and I propose to do seem so remarkable a thing, as if it were unheard of that R doctor of divinity and a bishop should want to save souls in this par ticular manner. If we were to resign our charges for the purpose of going to Bombay or Hongkong or atiy place in Africa, the churches and the people would exclaim at the heroism of mis sions Why should it seem so great a thing if we have been led to give our lives to help rescue tho heathen and the lost of our own city in tho way we are going to try? Is it, then, such a tre mentions event that two Christian min isters should be not only willing but eager to live close to the misery of the world in order to know it and realize it? Is it such a rare thing that love of humanity should find this particular form of expression in the rescue of souls?' . However the bishop may have satis fied himself that there ought to lie noth ing s*< remarkable about it all, the pub lic continued to talk and the churches to record their astonishment that two such men. so prominent in the ministry, should leav<i their comfortable homes, voluntarily resign their pleasant social positions and <-nt' r upon a lift* of hard ship. >if self denial unlactuul suffering. Cliirstian America! Is it a reproach npon th>- f< rm < f our distfipleship that the exhibits>n of actual suffering for Jesus on the part of those who walk in his steps always provokes astonishment, as at the night of something very mi usual* Nazareth Avenue church parted from its pastor with regret for the most part, although the regret was modified by some relief on the part of those who had refused to take the pledge. Dr. Bruce carried with him the respect of men who, entangled in business in such a way that oliedience to the pledge would have mined them, still held in their deeiKT. better natures a gennine admira tion for con rage and consistency. They had known Dr. Bruce many years as a kindly, safe man, but the thought of him in tho light of sacrifice of this sort was not familiar lo them. As fast as they understood it they gave their pas tor the credit of being absolutely truo to his recent convictions as to what fol lowing Jesus meant. Nazareth Avenue church has never lost the impulse of that movement started by Dr. Brnce. Those who went with him in making tho promise breathed into the church the very breath of divine life and are continuing that life giving work at tho present time. It was fall again, and the city faced another hard winter. The bishop ono afternoon came ont of the settlement anil walked aronnd the block, intending to go on n visit to one of his new friends in the district He had walked abont fonr blocks when he was attracted by a chop that looked different from the oth ers. The neighborhood was still quite new to the bishop, and every day he discovered some strange spot or stum bled npon some unexpected humanity The place that attracted his notice was a small house close by a Chinese laundry There were two windows in the front, very clean, and that was re markable, to begin with. Then inside the window was a tempting display of cookery, with prices attached to the various articles, that made the bishop wonder somewhat, for he was familiar by this time with many facte in the life of the people once unknown to him As he stood looking at the windows the door between them opened, and Fe licia Sterling came out. "Felicia!" said the bishop. "When did you move into my pariah without my knowledge?" "How did you find me so soon?" asked Felicia. "Why, don't you know? These are tho only clean windows in the block." "I believe they are," replied Felicia, with a laugh that did the bishop good to hear "But why have you dared to come to Chicago without telling me, and how have yon entered my dioceso without my knowledge?" asked the bishop, and Felicia looked 60 like that beautiful, clean, educated, refined world he once knew that he might be pardoned for seeing in her something of the old para dise. although, to speak truth for the bishop, ho had no desire to go back to it again. "Well, dear bishop," said Felicia, who had always called him so when ever they had met, "I know how over whelmed you were with your work. I did not want to burden you with my plans, and, besides, I am going to offer you my services. Indeed I was just on my way to see you and ask your advice I am settled here for the present with Mrs. Bascom, a saleswoman who renta our three rooms, and with one of Ra chel's music pupils, who is being helped to a course in violin by Virginia Page. She is from the people," continued Fe licia. using the words "from tho peo ple" so gravely and unconsciously that the bishop smiled, "and I am keeping house for her and at the same time be ginning an experiment in pure food for the masses. I am an expert, and I have a plan I want you to admire and de velop Will you, dear bishop ?" "Indeed I will," replied the bishop. Tho sight of Felicia and her remarkable vitality, enthusiasm and evident pur pose almost bewildered him "Martha can help at the settlement with her violin, and I will help with my messes. Yon see, I thought I would get settled first and workout something and then come with some real thing to offer. I'm able to earn my own living now. " "Yon are?" The bishop Mid It a lit tle incredulously. "How ? Making those things?" " 'Those things!' " said Felicia, with a show of indignation. "I would have you know, sir, that 'those things' are the best cooked, purest food products in this whole city." "I don't doubt it," said the bishop hastily, while his eyes twinkled. "Still, the 'proof of the pudding'— Y< u know the rest." "Come in and try some," exclaimed Felicia. "You poor bishop I You look as if you hadn't had a good meal for a month." She insisted on the bishop's entering tho little front room where Martha, a wide awake girl with short curly hair and an unmistakable air of music about her, was busy with practica "Go right on, Martha. This is the bishop You have heard me speak of him so often. Sit down here au{| let me give yon a taste of the fleshpota of Egypt, for I believe you havo been ac tually fasting." So Felicia and the bishop had an im provised lunch, and the bishop, who, to tell the truth, had not taken time for weeks to enjoy his meals, feasted on the delight of his unexpected discovery and was able to express his astonishment and gratification at the quality of the cookery "I thought yon would at least say It frus as good as tho meals you used to get at the Auditorium at the big ban quets," said Felicia slyly. " 'As good as!' The Auditorium baa quets were simply husks compared to this one, Felicia. But you must come to the settlement I want you to see what we are doing. And I am simply astonished to find you here <arning your living this way. I begin to seo what your plan is. You can be of in finite help to us. You don't really mean that yon will live hero and help these people to know the value of good food?" "Indeed I do," Felicia answered gravely. "That is my gospeL Shall I not follow it?" "Aye, aye I You're right. Bless God for sense like yours. When I left the World'' —tho bishop smiled at the phrase —"they were talking a good deal about tho 'new woman.' If you are one of them, I um a convert right now and here." "Flattery still 1 Is thero no escape from it even in tho slnms of Chicago?" Felicia laughed again, ai i the bishop's heart, heavy though it h d grown dur ing wveral months of vat sin bearing, rejoiced to hear it. It sounded good. It was good. It belonged to God. Felicia wanted to visit the settlement and went back with the bishop. She was amazed at the results of what con siderable money and a go .Ideal of con secrated brains had done. As they walk ed through the building 1 ey talked in cessantly Felicia was tho incarnation of vital enthusiasm. E> n tho bishop wondered at the exhibition of it aa it bubbled up and sparkled over. N6 r. They went down into tho basement, and the bishop pushed open door, from behind which came the tiMrid of a carpenter's plane. It was a email but well equipped carpenter's shop A young man with a paper cap on his head and clad in blouse ana overalls was whistling and driving the jjme as he whistled. He looked npas tHo "bishop and Felicia entered and took oft Ms cap. As he did so his little finger csnrjed a small curling shaving np to his hair, and it caught there. "Miss Sterling. Mr. Stephen Clyde," said the bishop. "Clyde is one of our helpers here two afternoons in the week.'' Just then the .bishop was called up stairs, and ho excused himself for a mo ment. leaving Felicia aud tho young carpenter together. "We have met l>efore," said Felicia, looking at Clyde frankly. "Yes. 'back in the world.' as the bishop says." replied the yonng man, and his fingers trembled a little as they lay on the board he had been planing. "Yes." Felicia hesitated. "I am very glad to see you. " "Are you?" The flush of pleasure mounted to the young carpenter's fore head. "You have had a great deal of trouble since—then?" he said, and then he was afraid he had wounded her or called np painful memories, but Felicia had lived over all that. "Yes, and you also. How is it you are working here?" "It is a long story. Miss Sterling. My father lost his money, and I was obliged to go to work, a very good thing for me. The bishop says I ought to be grateful. I am. lam very happy now. I learned the trnde hoping some time to be of use. I am night clerk at one of the hotels. That Sunday morning when you took tho pledgo at Nazareth Av enue church I took it with the others." "Did yon?" said Felicia slowly "I am glad.'' Jnst then the bishop came back, and very soon he and Felicia went away, leaving the young carpenter at his work. Some one noticed that he whistled loud er than ever as he planned. "Felicia." said the bishop, "did you know Stephen Clyde before?" "Yes, 'back in the world,' dear bishop He was one of my acquaintances in Nazareth Avenue church." "Ah !" said the bishop. "\Vo were very good friends." added Felicia. "But nothing moro?'' the bishop ven tured to ask. Felicia's face glowed for an instant Then she looked tho bishop in the eyes frankly and answered: "Truly and trnly, nothing more." "It would be just tho way of the world for those two people to come to like each other, though." thought the bishop to himself, and somehow the thought made him grave. It was al most like the old pang over Camilla, brit it i d, leaving hiin afterward, when Felicia had gone back, with tears in his eyes and a feeling that was al most lu.j.f that Felicia and Stephen would like each other "After all. " said the bishop, like the sensible, good man that he was. "is not romance a part of humanity? Love is older than lam and wiser The week following the bishop had an experience that belongs to this part of the settlement's history. He was coming back to the settle ment very late from 6oine gathering of tho striking tailors and was walking along, with his hands behind him, when two men jumped ont from behind an old fence that shut off an abandoned factory from the street and faced him. One of the men thrust a pistol into the bishop's face, and tho other threatened him with a ragged stake that had evi dently been torn from tho fence "Hold up your hands, and be quick about it I" said the man with the pistol The placo was solitary, and the bishop had no thought of resistance. He did as he was commanded, and the man with the stako began to go through his pock ets. The bishop was calm. His nerves did not quiver. As ho stood there with his arms uplifted an ignorant spectator might have thought that he was pray ing for the souls of these two men. And he was, and his prayer was singularly answered that very night. [TO BE corrrirruiD.J lie Saw Her Home. On n rainy afternoon not long ago one of the pretty young matrons of Connecticut avenue left the car from which she had ridden up town and darted through the drizzle toward her home, a few doors from the corner. She had no umbrella. A Willie of the char acteristic type, who was riding in the same ear, noticed that sho had no um brella. He was right after her with his own umbrella up and extended. "May 1 see you home, miss?" he In quired languishlngly, stepping up alongside of her. She turned to him with a dazzling smile. "Certainly," 6he replied. "Watch me." And she ran up the steps of her home aud entered the vestibule door without looking back. "The rude thing!" muttered the Wil lie, blushing to the roots of its wavy hair, as Laura Jean would say, and then It took the next car.—Washington Post. Some Good Aaagrimi. The following is a list of very re markable anagrams: Astronomers, no more stars; cata logues, got as a clue; elegant, neat leg; Impatient, Tim Is a pet; matrimony, Into my arm; melodrama, made moral; midshipman, mind his map; old Eng long, golden laud; parishioners, I hire parsons; parliament, partial men; pen itentiary, nay, I repent it; Presby terian, best In prayer; revolution, to love ruin; sweetheart, there we eat; telegraphs, great helps. Forcible Proof. "What was your father whipping you for last night?" asked ono Small boy of another. "Oh," replied the other, "we had an argument about my Sunday school les son, and he was proving to me that the whale actually did swallow Jonah."— Troy Times. , THE INTERMEZZO." The light shone soft on you, my own. With your violin pressed to your chin, And as the room was filled with each throbbing' tone The angola seemed crowding In The Intermezzo, so soft and sweet That it drew from my eyes the tear*. Ah, the echo still, so faint and fleet, I cateh o'er the space of years. You wore a gown so pure and whlto. At your throat a glimpse of blue, And the stars outside, the eyes of night. Seemed looking In at you. Your arm moved slowly up and down As each throbbing Btring you pressed, And 1 envied so that violin brown Its precious place of rest. Each note was played so pure, so true. But full of sorrow, great and wild. And, pray, what grief had come to you. Then scarcely more than a little chlldf Twaa the mystic grief that music bring! From a violin's wall to an organ's roll; •Twas that which trembled on those strlngi And parsed from them to my llst'ning souL I am < arried back to that night, when I hear The "Ave Maria," so sweet and slow. And my henrt Itcats fast tw. you, my dear. As It did that night, so long ago. —Detroit Free Press. ±— T"IW> i
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