Colorado as passed California •nc
taken first rank as a gold bearing
state. ______
The halo of monarchy still shines.
A drawing room of Louis XV, consist
ing of a sofa, six armchairs and some
old Beauvais tapestry, has just beer
sold in Paris to a dealer from ding;
London for $70,000.
Those who are fond of comparing
the condition of the people in England
and the United States will be interested
in the statistics recently published
which show that in London one per
son in forty-five is maintained by pub
lic charity, while in New York the
proportion is one in 200.
Says the Chicago Times-Herald: II
women are supplanting men in some
occupations, men "began it." The
spinning, the knitting, even the weav
ing, the making of garments, all of
cooking and preserving, the products
of the dairy, were not many years ago
household duties performed almost
entirely by women. These occupa
tions now give employment to large
numbers of men as well as of women.
So that if he reproaches her with en
croaching upon his industrial domain,
she can truthfully accuse him of first
being an intruder and tresspasser
upon hers.
Owing to the increasing industrial
ism in Germany, the bodily length and
strength of the factory population is
steadily diminishing. This is a fac
tor which is beginning to be felt seri
ously in making up the annual quota
of recruits for the army. Some of the
exclusively industrial districts by the
Bhine and in Westphalia, as well as
in Silesia, Saxony and Thuringia, do
not furnish fifty per cent, of the re
cruits they did fifteen years ago. In
one whole village, a populous one of
more than 3000 inhabitants near Cott
bus, not a single young man of mili
tary age fit to bear arms was found.
As an evidence of the invasion of
foreign markets by the manufacturers
of the United States, the Baldwin
locomotive works of Philadelphia have
received within two weeks orders for
fifty-nine locomotives of various types,
which will involve an expenditure of
about $(500,000. These are the larg
est foreign orders that the Baldwin
company has ever had on its books at
one time. Ten passenger and twelve
freight locomotives are ordered by the
Bussian governmeut for the street
railway of Finland; sixteen freight
and eight passenger by the Central
railway of Brazil; ten freight engine?
by the Grand Trunk railway of Can
ada; one fast passenger locomotive by
the government railway of Norway,
and one of the Penoles company oi
Mexico. The largest single order
ever received from abroad by the
Baldwin company was forty-four lo
comotives from the government oJ
Japan.
For several months a new system
of trading Ims been in vogue in Wash
ington, known as "the stamp plan."
A customer going into a store which
belongs to the association, relates the
Chicago Record, is given a ten cent
stamp with every dollar's worth of
merchandise purchased. That stamp
is accepted in payment for other mer
chandise purchased at a central agency
conducted by the manager of the as
sociation. This system has become
quite popular, but has been com
plained of by merchants who have not
adopted it, and at their instigation
the authorities arrested the manager
and one of the most prominent mer
chants in town on the charge of con
ducting a gift enterprise in violation
of an act of congress. The defendants
were convicted and lined SIOO each,
but their attorney gave notice of an
appeal, and they were released upon
bonds of SSOO until a test case may be
carried to the upper courts to deter
mine the constitutionality of the law.
The counsel for the stamp company
argued that the offering of a premium
equally to all customers is not viola
tion of the law. because the element
of chance does not enter into the
transaction—the merchant simply
gives the customer a discount or a re
bate upon the purchase price. He
holds that if the stamp system is un
lawful, the Rochdale system and all
other co-operative enterprises are
equally so, and that tea merchants
and others who give away china and
glassware and chromos are guilty of n
violation of the law. Several soap
companies and cigar dealers offer pre
miums for patronage in the same
manner. The stamp system is in use
in several other cities, and the mana
ger claims its legality has never be
fore been questioned. It will be
eeveral months before the court of
appeals can hear the case, but the de
cision will be a matter of general in
terest.
England's food bill payable to for
eign countries is $10,000,000 monthly.
In other words, for nine months end
ing September 30, total imports ol
all articles of food and drink into the
United Kingdom represented a value
of $88,000,000.
Great Britain is falling behind iD
the great industrial race. The United
States, France aud Germany, it ap
pears, can show increased exports tc
the amount of $105,000,000 in the
twelve years extending from 1883 to
1895, while the exports of the United
Kingdom in the same period de
creased £9,000,000 ($45,000,000).
According to the report of the chief
of the bureau of navigation, seventy
four per cent, of the enlisted men in
our navy are American citizens and
eighty-five per cent, of the seamen
apprentices are American born. Thus
the wholesome work of converting
the United States navy into an Ameri
can institution goes steadily forward.
The inhabitants of Boise City, Idaho,
are now supplied with hot water by
nature. The water is led from wells
to the city by mains, to which service
pipes are connected, leading the water
into the building, where it is made to
pass through the coils,similar to steam
heaters. Bates are charged on the
basis of the size of waste, aud are but
very little higher than coal. Nearly
all large buildings and many dwell
ings use it exclusively for heating.
The water is highly mineralized, aud
uufit for table purposes, though ex
cellent for bathing.
Ceylon cats are a curious instance
of what evolution has accomplished in
the way of adapting creatures to en
vironments. They have no tails, and
are able by lack of that appendage
to imitate rabbits, and eo get them
into their clutches. They are great
rabbit catchers, and as such are valu
able beyond all other cats in Austra
lia. They have been introduced into
this country, but whether for their
hunting propensities or not is not
stated. The cat family has never
been utilized by men as it might be.
Bat and mice catchers can also be de
veloped into good hunters in mauv
other directions.
John Fox, Jr., writes in sorrowful
protest to Harper's Weekly about the
advertisement of his story, The Kcn
tnekians, which appeared in Harper's
Magazine for November. The adver
tisement says of Mr. For, "No one
else lias told so graphically the story
of the family feuds that were formerly
so common in the Blue-Grass regions,"
but Mr. Fox declares that one of his
chief purposes in writing Kentucky
stories has been"to relieve the Blue-
Glass region of a prevalent slander
that the feuds of the mountains are
common to it." "There are no feuds
in the Blue-Glass," he writes; "there
never have been.""lt is quite true,"
adds the Weekly, "that in The Ken
tuckians he has emphasized and made
very clear and comprehensible that
the Kentuckians of the mountains,
where the feuds have flourished,
though of kindred stock with Blue-
Glass people, developed very differ
ently, and, after three or four genera
tions of rude and isolated life, were
primitive and almost semi-barbarous
people, whereas the Blue-Glass folk
are at least as far along in civilization
as their neighbors of the North and
East."
John Wanamaker of Philadelphia
was recently interviewed by a reporter
on a subject of which he is well quali
fied to speak. He was asked if it pays
to advertise when times are hard.
"When the times are hard and people
are not buying," replied Mr. Wana
maker, "is the very time that adver
tising should be the heaviest. Yon
want to get the people into see what
you have to sell, and you must adver
tise to do that. When the times are
good, they come of their own acc rd.
But I believe in advertising all the
time. I have tried all kinds of adver
tising and have spent a great deal of
money in posters and bills, but I gave
that up long ago and think that news
paper advertising is by far the best."
Mr. Wanamaker was asked if he could
see any immediate results from such
advertising, and replied that he could,
instancing the mornings when hie
store in New York or Philadelphia has
advertised a job lot of bicycles or
other things. There is invariably a
long lino* of people waiting outside
for the doors to open. "Advertising
is one of the elements of business suc
cess," the great merchant declared,
"but it is not the chief. The chief
element is getting what the people
want, keeping .your eyes on the parts
of the world where new things are
made, and giving the people the best
and the newest things along the lines
of their real or fancied needs."
A CHARACTER.
He sowed, and hoped for reaping— 'When tempest, as -with 'engeful rod,
A happy man and wise : His earthly mansion c/eft,
The clouds—they did hia weeping, On the blank sod, he still thanked God
The wind—it sighed his sighs. Life and the land wera left!
He made what Fortune brought him Content, his earthly race he ran,
The limit of desire ; And died—so people say-
Thanked God forshade in summer days, Borne ten years later than the man
In winter time for fire. Who worried his life away !
—Flttsburg Bulletin.
T^RSAVEIBSTH^
1 BY KATE UPSOV CLARK. F
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The old minister stood watching the
shoemaker. The swift pegging and
awl-holing and pulling of threads was
mysterious to him, and the feverish
rapidity with which it was done au
gured to him a certain nervousness in
the worker. At last he spoke to her
—for the shoemaker was a woman.
"You have certainly become expert
at your trade, Mrs. Webster. Your
husband never made better shoes. By
the way, have you heard from him
lately?"
The woman flashed a pair of great
black eyes at him angrily. She did
not answer for half a minute. When
she did, there was a world of sup
pressed feeling behind her calm
words.
"I haven't heard from him since he
went away. That's three years. I
believe he is alive—but he knows bet
ter than to let me hear."
"I—always thought your husband
meant well," he hurried to say.
"Have you had a letter from him?"
she demanded, fiercely.
"No."
"I thought maybe he wanted to come
back and had sent you to prepare the
way for him. That would be John
Webster—he hasn't the courage of a
mouse. I treated him well. I was a
good wife to him. Just because debts
were pressing, and I was sick, and
there were four little ones—and the
youngest was only three months old—
his courage gave out. He left a letter.
He said he couldn't 'endure' it any
longer. Oh, he couldn't! And how
was I to endure it, I'd like to know?
—sick, only a dollar or two in the
house, not a friend to turn to except
the neighbors. I tell you, Mr. Mac
kenzie, I never can forgive him—
never!"
The woman choked and had to wipe
her eyes with her hard, blackened
hand, but presently she fell to peg
ging again more passionately than
ever. Just then a blue-eyed little
girl appeared, carrying a tray of sup
per.
"Give me your handkerchief, Trot
ty," said the shoemaker. "There—
set down my supper. I'll eat it pretty
soon. Now you put the children to
bed. This pair of shoes is promised
for tonight."
The little seven-year-uld maiden
ran off obediently.
"I'm afraid I've hindered you,"
apologized the minister.
"No," she said, gently. "I've
worked right along. Maybe pouring
it out lias done me good. I cau't
talk to the neighbors. I just work.
The best thing John ever did was to
teach me his trade when we were
first married—and I've always helped
him off aud on. He said I had a
knack at it—but we didn't think I
should have to support the family
with it sometime*. Maybe lie went
off to give me a chance," she added,
bittterly.
"Perhaps he was not so much to
blame as you think," the minister
beguti after a pause, encouraged by
her manner to continue. "He "
"Now, Mr. Mackenzie," she burst
forth, angrily, "you said something
like this to me when he first went off.
I know you always liked him, and he
wasn't a bad man in some ways—but he
has shamed me and my children, he
has brought my pride down—cruelly,"
the strong thread snapped like a wisp
in her fingers as she pulled it fiercely,
"and I never wish to hear his name
again."
Tears coursed slowly down her pale,
handsome cheeks and dropped on the
last in her lap.
' 'But you had said something to him"
he began again.
"Not much. I may have been
sharp with him, now. and then—but
who could blame me? It was no ex
cuse for him."
John Webster had built a little shop
for himself, several rods from the
house, so that the noise of his ham
mering would not disturb his wife and
the babies. In this quiet retreat the
shoemaker could now talk without
being overheard. She stopped sud
denly, however, as she saw a dark
eved boy of nine or ten pausing beside
tiie half-open door and looking some
what alarmed at the vigor of her tone.
The minister spoke to him kindly.
"He looks like you," he remarked to
the mother, "he and the second boy
—but Trotty and the baby look like
your husband."
"I wish they didn't," she muttered
almost viciously.
"Well, I'm glad you are getting on
so comfortably," he sighed, rising to
go
"Thank you," she said, with an air
of dogged pride. "Six months ago I
paid the last debt John left me. This
pair of shoes will bring me in enough
to keep us for days. I have work
ordered ahead for weeks to come, and
nobody finds any fault with what I
do, I believe."
A# he went out little Trotty came
into report that she had put the chil
dren to bed and to light her mother's
lamp. She received the approving
words of the minister with happy
pride, as he praised her.
"He's a nice man,isn't he,mamma?"
she said, as she closed the door. "Has
—has he been talking about—about—
papa?"
The (hoemaker pretended rot to
hear.
"I wish," went on the child, timid
ly, "that I could see my papa again."
"What do you say that for,Trotty?"
cried her mother, stopping her work
to look at the child furiously. "You
don't want to see him. None of us
want to see him. He went off and left
us, and, after doing such a wicked
thing, you should never want to see
him again."
The child looked scared, slipped
from her chair and ran toward the
house. Through the brilliantly
lighted pane her mother could see her,
as she moved about the small living
room putting the furniture to rights.
"She's a nice little thing," the
shoemaker murmured, choking as she
spoke. "But she has exactly such
ways as he had—no spirit—just a sort
of a good-natured little mush, like.
But it's just as well that most women
should be that way I suppose."
The good old minister had, in all
innocence, deceived his trusting par
ishioner. It was true that he had not
received a letter from John Webster,
but he had seen that individual in a
neighboring town the day before and
had been requested to find out, as his
wife had hinted, how he might be wel
comed in case he should return to his
home.
"I know I oughtn't to have left her,"
the man pleaded, humbly, "but she
harried me and taunted me—good,
Christian woman though she was, till
I couldn't tell just what I waa doing.
She was sick and so was I,and I hard
ly knew what I did for the first few
days after I left her. Then I went all
to pieces, and they took me to a hos
pital in the city. I stayed there six
months. It had been so long then
that I didn't dare togo back. But I
grew strong pretty soon, and I've had
good wages ever since, and now I've
saved up a tidy little sum, and for
mouths I've been wanting togo back,
but she is right; I haven't courage.
I'm a coward. I've let my whiskers
grow, and several of my old neighbors j
have parsed me in the streets here
without knowing me. I suppose I
could go home and not be recognized
for some time—only by her. I couldn't
fool her."
Now when the miuister reached
home after his visit to the little shop
he sat down and wrote to John Web
ster (who called himself "James John
son") and told him that he saw no
hope for him.
"Your wife is very bitter against
you," he began. "She would not re
ceive you."
Then he told of the success of the
shoemaker, of the health and promise
of the children aud of the sweet little
girl, with her father's sunny hair and
blue eyes.
For days the exile pondered over
the situation. It was Thanksgiving
time. He had dim thoughts of cele
brating that home festival with his
dear ones, but the minister's letter de
terred him. Day by day he worked at
his trade, saving every cent he could,
and while he pegged and sewed the
tire within him burned. He realized
how keenly he had tried his proud
wife. Heliad notoueresentful thought
against her. He was only full of hum
ble, penitent love, too humble, for he
had had excuse enough for his con
duct, ill as he bad been. To be sure
he should have tried togo back when
his health had returned, but there his
courage and not his will had faltered.
He knew a childless farmer living
not far front his old lionte. This man
and his good wife would keep "Jatnes
Johnson's" secret. At least he could
stay with them and go sometimes to
gaze upon the faces of his own, from
a distance if need be, and perhaps—
perhaps— But he would not allow
himself to think further, though he
went to a store and filled a portman
teau with toys and sweets. He bought
also a fine fur cloak—a woman's cloak
—and a brooch of gold. Then he
took a train, and in a short time he
was walking the familiar streets which
he had not seen since he had fled from
them three years before.
Two or three evenings he strolled
past his old home in the twilight.
He looked through the windows so
long as the shades were up. The
sight of these longed-for faces, day by
day, put something into his soul which
lie had not known before. Little by
little his "despair sublimed to power."
One day he saw his wife leave the
house equipped for a walk. She was
probably going shopping. Now was
his time.
"Trotty," he said, appearing at the
cottage door almost before the sound
of her mother's footsteps had died
away, "please come up into the shop
with me."
The child was used to waiting on
customers who came for shoe strings or
some of the little stock of fancy goods
which her mother kept in connection
with her regular work and thought
that this was some farmer who knew
her, but whom she had forgotten.
Small as she was, she took up the key
unhesitatingly, and, without speaking
to her brothers, who were making a
wild noise in the woodshed at
play, she preceded him over tq the
shop. /■'
There was snow on the grq^ jn d, and
the air was chilly, but a ljtfcle fire was
left in the shoemaker's tiny stove.
The man stooped doy n and, taking a
fresh stiqk of w(Voa from the box,
opened sjwve and put it in. The
child looked surprised at bis fami
liarity. When he shut to the stove
door with a click, she waited for him
to speak.
Then he a lid brokenly, "Trotty—my
little Trotty.—don't you know me?"
and held out his arms to her.
"Are—are you my papa?"she cried,
delightedly, and she flew to him, nest
ling happily against his shoulder.
"Yes," he sobbed, while she re
peated over and over, "Papa—my
papa," and stroked his shaggy beard.
"I'm glad you've come," she said,
presently.
"But your mamma, Trotty? What
will she think?"
The child remembered what her
mother had said and shook her head
doubtfully. Then she brightened.
"If you should put your arms around
her and kiss her like this, I think, I
think," but then she shook her head
again, as she thought of what her
mother had said.
His face grew sadder than ever.
"I want to come home and live with
you all again,Trotty," he said,piteous
ly. "How shall we mauage it? What
can I do?"
He went onto tell her of the
Christmas presents which he had
brought for them all—"and tomorrow
is Christmas, but I dare not come and
give them to you," he added.
"Oh,yes,you do. You dare do any
thing," she broke forth after gazing
at him fixedly for a moment. Trotty
was very human, and the thought of
the Christmas presents may have aided
her ingenuity.
The words seemed to pierce his soul.
He put her down and began to walk
the floor. His head was raised,and his
step was firm.
"Yes, Trotty—l do dare," he said,
presently. "Don't tell anybody—not
even your brothers—that I have been
here,but I will be back by and by."
Then he hurried away, and as he
walked he kept saying to himself:
"Yes, that is the only way. She des
pises me because I atn a coward; I will
be a coward no longer. I will show
her that I am a brave man, I will own
my fault, and I believe she will not
resist me."
The supper was almost over that
night when there was a knock at the
door. Trotty had been listening for
it, and she sprang up in an instant.
"Good evening," said John Web
ster, straightening his tall figure and
stepping boldly over the threshold.
"Good evening, Harriet. I've come
back. You must take me. I was sick,
and I think that must have been the
reason why I deserted you so basely.
It was wrong, but I am sorry from my
soul—aud you must forgive me, Har
riet. I cannot live any longer with
out you and the children. You must
take me back."
In the woman's face the Christmas
joy had been playing, but now she
grew pale and stern. She had pic
tured her husband always as the
cringing,weakly tnan who had left her
three years before. This newcomer,
in spite of his bearded face, recalled
to her the lover of her youth—full of
health and hope. She would not even
own to herself how she was shaken.
"Go away," she said, waving her
hand toward the dor. "Yon chose
another path from ours, and now you
can walk in it. We do not need you.
We don't want you. Go!"
The youngest child began to cry.
Little Trotty came up beside her father
and held tight to his coat tails, gazing
at her mother with white face and
wide, beseeching eyes.
"No, Harriet," he said, calmly, and
retreating not a step, "the time for
that is past. You must not shut me
out. 1 was wrong, but you know
well how much I had to try me, and I
was hardly myself. I think I was a
little crazy—for I was sick—sick for
six months, Harriet. I was taken to
a hospital, and when I got out I was
like a ghost—but I grew strong and
found steady work, and I have been
saving ever since—saving for you and
the children, Harriet, though I didn't
dare to write to you nor see you. I
hadn't grown strong enough for that.
But now I cannot live alone any longer,
and neither can you. You have
worked too hard. I can support you
all. You must let this poor, hardened
hand," and he picked up liar right
hand, with its callousuess and griini
ness, "you must let it rest now—for
now I have come to stay and to help
you to fill the children's stockings this
Christmas eve."
This speech confirmed the favorable
impression which the visitor had made
from the first upon the children. The
mother felt herself visibly weakening.
Yet ali her wrongs rushed over her
mind and how could she forgive h.in!
At this point Trotty's recent Sun
day-school lessons came to her mother's
assistance.
"Mamma," she said, timidly, pull
ing at her mother's gown, "you know
what it says in the Bible, mamma-it's
Christmas, mamma—and it's peace
and good-will at Christmas,you knoT".
mamma."
The woman's strong, handsome face
softened—then hardened. She shook
her head and drew away.
"It's Christmas," reiterated Trotty,
tremblingly. _
"Yes, mamma it's Christmas,
chimed in the eldest boy, who was his
mother's especial pet. He came close
beside her and looked up into her
eyes.
* "It's Christmas —and it's just a*
Trotty says,"he repeated.
John Webster opened his arms and
took one brave step forward —and, amid
the happy Soils of her little ones, his
,V.'ifd sank into those strong arms and
wept aloud upon her husband's shoul
der —The Housewife.
Right vi. Nerve.
"Do you think a man has a right to
open his wife's letters?"
"Well, he may have the right; but
I don't see how he could have the
courage. "—Chicago Record.
! TEMPERANCE COLUMN*
THE DRINK EVIL MADE MANIFEST
IN MANY WAYS.
Thr, Train Wrecker—The Evils of Social
Drinking—Earnest and Convincing
Words of a Member of the English
Parliament— Preserve the Dear Boys.
"There i s danger ahead!" Through the
darkness of ntght,
TOI ? voice full of anguish is calling:
\v 110 can blame the brave heart for Its mo
ment of fright,
\> liile the far-reaol)lng gleam of the en
gine s headlight
On a vision of horror is falling?
But the hand at the throttle does not falter
or fail;
Hard down goes the lever; though the cheek
may turn palo
At the thought of a death so appalling.
"There is danger ahead!" See, each mo
ment more near;
God of mercy! how fast they are going.
Though the brake on the wheels grate
harsh on the oar.
While the echoing valleys and hills, far and
near.
Catch the sound of the shrill whistle's
blowing.
And the onlooker quest ions, with fear-bated
breath;
ill they stop or go down in the river of
death.
That so near at the moment seems flow
ing?
********
"There is danger ahead!" Rushing swiftly
along,
t Our Republic drives onward, unheeding.
God of love! is there none to srouso the
mad throng?
Shall no cry reach their ears midst the
laugh, jest and song?
Are they deaf to all warning—all plead
ing?
Mighty God! give the strength; give the
courage we lack. V
Give us courage to hurl tho Rum Tower V
from the track.
Bare Thine arm; give the power we are
nepding.
—Thomas Sullivan, in Ram's Horn.
Social Drinking.
Sir James Haslett. member of Parliament
for Belfast, sneaking at a meeting recently
held in Loudon, presided over by the prei'*'
eut Archbishop of Canterbury, gave ' _
following important testimony, whlcn we •
commend to the statesmen and public men
of tho United States:
"lly Lord Bishop, it is with very great
Pleasure that I rise to propose that the
est thanks of this meeting be given to you
for presiding on this occasion. 1 think you
ure tho right man in the right place. The
church must lead If we are to have a
healthy influence in society. As a stranger
amongst you, I have had very great pleas
ure in hearing all that has been said in re
gard to total abstinence. I have never
tasted drink. And, what possibly is not an
easy matter, I have never offered it to
others. The greatest difficulty we have is
in the social intercourse of life—to enter
tain publicly, as a public man, without
drinking. So strong are social habits that •
you have raised against you all the
weapons that satire and evil com
munication can possibly ilnd. You
are called 'mean' and 'niggardly,'
and a hundred other things. I think
my lord, that the chango must come from
the women. They must act as a lever in.
this matter, though I do not know very
well how they are to doit. It was one of
my duties, as tho Mayor of Belfast, to en
tertain the representative of royalty, and
It was a difficulty with me how I could do
it without drink, Unfortunately, tho Lord
Lieutenant dropped upon mo just the week,
after I was appointed. That difficulty was
greater, J think, thut I might have been
abieto withstand; but I had then my wife
with me. and she said, "Well, you had bet
ter resign your office,' Wo carried it
through at best we could. I trust that the
recollection of that may still brighten her
life in the other world. But it Is the diffi
culty of social life that you must seek to
unravel. You cannot do It by legislation.
I am bound to suy that when I waited
upon the Loid Lieutenant and told him
ibout my difficulty, ho said, 'My dear fel
knv, I would only spit upon you if you sac
rificed your principles.' Lord Londonderry
was too much of u gentlemunto seek thut'f
should in any way lower myself, and I felt,
as an old Snbbiith-schoql teocher, working
:unongst the young, and addressing meet
ings all my life, that If I had then put drink
on tho table I would have sacriileed all
that I had ever done. My Lord Bishop, it
is not an easy thing to uet thus. I have
passed through a recent eloctlon, and my
bitterest enemies were thoso who sold
drink. It lias been said in Iroland that the
readiest way to a man's intelligence is
through his stomach. It Is wonderful how
kindly wo are disposed after wo get our
dinner. It has unquestionably an immense
Influence; and there is a largo class in our
country of whom it may bo said that tho
readiest way to their intelligence is through
a glass of beer or spirits. You have that
to light against. During my recent con
test, and during a contest ten years ago, I
never had at the election oommittee meet
ings one drop of strong drink. If wo enn
lot carry an election without it, then, in
Clod's name let us surrender."
l'roaerve tho Boys.
During an active temperanoe revival, in
which the Order of Good Templars was es
pecially active, tho depression in the liquor
Irnfflc in a certain Now England city was
luito markod. A prominent dealer said to
i friend: "Bankruptcy seems to be staring
me In the face, for most of my customers
have either joined tho Good Templars or
irone to the House of Correction, and some
thing must be done to save my business."
He proved himself equal to the needs of the
hour by renovating and decorating his
saloon, and In various ways leaking It so
ittraetive as to secure a new crop of young
men as his customers, and abundant money
again flowed to his coffers.
The Nation spends hundreds of millions
of dollars annually upon the education of
Its boys and girls, In order to secure a
worthy citizenship. The Christian ohurch
prays and toils and sacrifices, that tho boys
and" girls may become Christian men and
women. But tho rum-shop can live only
through the baffling of all Christian, hu
manitarian and educational effort to rear
the young in the ways of wisdom.
Atid the Nation not only looks on, in
tpathy, while the vast procession of young
men is being wickedly diverted from tho
path that leads to virtue, honor, health,
and prosperity, Into that path that leads
only to degradation and death, but it gives
legal sanction to the work of the emis
saries of Satan.
Reader! it may be only your neighbor's
boy to-day, but It is likely to be your son
to-morrow. If you are too selfish to think
of the public welfare, we beg you to re
member that your own boy has no security
against the onemy that Is on the lookout
for him. The liquor-seller wants boys, and
will have them if existing conditions con
tinue. _
A Blessed Change.
Temperance people in England are not
ing with much gratlllcatlon the fact that
the present Archbishop of Canterbury, Dr.
Temple, has dispensed with tho use oi
wines nt Lambeth Palace, where during all
episcopal regimes since tho Reformation
such refreshments have been habitually
served. This isjuot what was to have been
expected from as staunch a friend of tem
p?rance as Dr. Temple has long shown
himself to l>e.
Temperance News an<l Notes.
The little principality of Waldeck, in Ger
many, has forbidden the granting of mnr
tiuge licenses to habltua' drunkards.