Long the waiting—many the tear 1 Dull the sight—alive the fear ! Weak the will—the effort faint! Deep the 9igh—low the plaint! Yet never a goal—but ends a way ! .Never a dark—but bears a day ! Never a strong—but feels u pain ! Never a fall—but brings a gain ! —James Mark Baldwin, in New York Independent. i IN THE NICK OF TIME. J j BY MARCO MORROW. \ "But I may count on you?" Tom asked. "You know yon promised." "Yes," I replied, "I promised, and I'll keep my promise. I'll be your best man. Not that I wouldn't like to get out of it," I went on; "but you insist, and I suppose that,—" "Oh, come now," said Tom, "don't go in for cynicism; that's cheap. Of course, I'm willing to admit that from yonr point of view, perhaps, Dor othy Melton may have treated you badly enough, but I wouldn't curse the whole Bex and vail at matrimony and all that. You'll get over it in time, you know." Tom is an old friend, and allows himself liberties. I kept my head, and replied calmly: "I am not cynical, and I'm not 'railing' at matrimony. Moreover, that little affair with the young woman you mention, which I have quite for gotten—" Tom smiled in a peculiarly trying manner. "Which I have entirely forgotten—" I repeated. "And will forgei anew every day you live," said Tom. "Has had nothing whatever to do with my dermination to devote myself entirely to my profession. I have al ready frittered away entirely too much of my life on what we are pleased to eall 'society.' But of course I'll keep my promise to you." "Now look here, old man," Tom began; but he saw, I suppose, some thing in my face which warned him that I was not to be moved. At any rate he laughed and shrugged his shoulders, and then said: "Well, I'll count on yon for best •man. June seventh is the day, and I hope you won't find it such an awful bore as you seem to expect." The marriage was to come off at Biverton, and I congratulated myself that the guests, with few exceptions, would be Riverton folk whom I did not know. I could do my duty by Tom, take a last farewell of butterfly society, and then settle down for good upon the career which I fondly hoped would end upon the supreme bench. I would work,and work hard. Dorothy Melton, with whom I quarreled fix months ago, should never think that she had broken my heart, or shattered my life, or anything of that sort, for «he hadn't. Hhe simply had revealed t,o me the fickleness of her sex and brought me to the realization that a career, after all, is the only thing that can really satisfy a man worth any thing. As tho time of Tom's wedding ap proached I wrote him that I should run down to Biverton 24 hours in ad vance in order to attend to ail the thousand and oue duties which de volve upon the be-ou, the aged Christian man, walked along by that unhappy one until you came to the golden pillar of the Christian life. You went to the right; he went to the left. That Is all the difference between you. Oh, If this religion is a pro test against all forms of dissipation then it Is an Illustrious friend of longevity! "With long life will I satisfy blm." Again, religion is a friend of longevity fn the fact that it takes the worry out of our temporalities. It is not work that kills men; It is worry. Wheu a man becomes a genuine Christian, ho makes over to God not only his affections, bat his family, his business, bis reputation, his body, his mind, bis soul—everything. Industrious be will be, but never worrying, because God is managing bis affairs. How can lie worry about business when in answer to lii 9 prayers God tolls blm when to buy and when to sell, and, If he gain, that is best and, if he lose, that is best? Suppose you hud a supernatural neighbor who came in and said: "Sir, I want you to call on me in every exlgonoy. I your fast friend. I could fall back ou f20,000,- 000. I hold the controlling stock in thirty of the best monetary Institutions of this country. Whenever you are in any trouble call on me, and I will help you. You can have my money, and you can have my In fluence. Here is my hand In pledge of it." How much would vou worry about busi ness? Why, you would say, "I'll do the best I can, and then I'll depend on my friend's generosity for the rest." Now, more than that is promised to every Christian business man. God says to him: "I own New York and London und St. Petersburg and Pekin, and Australlu and California are Mine. I cun foresee a panic 1000 years. I have all the resources of the universe, and I am your fast friend. When you got in business trouble or any other trouble, call on Me, and I will help. Here Is My hand In pledge of omnipotent deliverance." How much should that man worry? Not much. What lion will dare to put his paw on that Dnnlel? Is there not rest in this? Is there not an eternal vacation in this? "Oh," you say, "here is a man who asked God for a blessing In a certain enterprise, and he lost 85000 in it. Explain that." "I will. Yonder is a factory, and one whoel Is going north and the other wheel is go ing south, nnd one wheel laterally and the other plays vertically. Igo to the manu facturer, and I say: "Oh, manufacturer, your machinery is a contradiction. Why do you not make all the wheels go oue way?" "Well," he says,"l made them to go iu opposite directions on purpose, and they produce the right result. You go down stairs and examine the carpets we are turning out fn this establishment and you will see." I go dowu on the other floor, and I see tho carpets, and 1 am obliged to confess that though the wheeze in that factory go in opposite directions they turn out a beautiful result, ami while I am standing there looking at the oxquls- Ite fabric an old Scripture passage comes into my mind—"All things work together for good to them who love God." Is there not rest in that? Is there not tonic in that? Is thero not longevity in that? Suppose a man is nil tho time worried about his reputation. Oue man says he lies, another says he is stupid, another says he Is dishonest, and half a dozen printing es tablishments attack him, and lie is inn great state of excitement anil worry and fume and cannot sleep, but religion comes to him and says:"Man, God is ou your side; He will take care of your reputation. If God be for your, who can be against you?" How much should that mau worry about his reputation? Not much. If that broker who some years ngo In Wall street, after he had lost money, sat down and wrote n farowell letter to hi 9 wife before ho blew bis brains out; if instead of taking out of hlsjioeket a pistol he had taken out a well read New Testament, there would have been one less suicide. Oil, nervous au i feverish people of the world, try this al mighty sedative! You will live twenty-five years longer under its soothing power. It is not chloral that you want or morphine that you want; it is the gospel of Jesus Christ. "With long life will I satisfy him." Again, practical religion is a friend of longevity in tho fact that it removes all corroding care about a future existence. Every man wants to know what Is to be come of him. If you get on board a rail train, you want to know at what dopot it is going to stop. If you get ou board a ship, you want to know into what harbor it is going to run, and if you should tell me you have no iuterest in what is to be your future destiny I would iu ns polite a way as I know bow tell you I did not be lieve you. Before I had this matter settled with reference to my future existence, the question almost worried me into ruined honlth. The anxieties men have upon this subject put together would ranke a martyr dom. This is a stale of awful unhealthl ness. There are people who fret them selves to death for fear of dying. Accept that sacrifice and quit worrying. Take the tonic, tho inspiration, the long evity of this truth. Religion is sunshine; tlint is health. Religion Is fresh air and pure water; thov are healthy. Religion is warmth; that is healthy. Ask all tho doc tors, nnd tliev will tell you that a quiet conscience and pleasant anticipations are hygienic. I offer you perfect peace now and hereafter. Well, you defeat me in my three experi ments. "l have only one more to make, nnd If you defeat me in that I am exhausted, A mighty one on a knoll back of Jerusalem* one day,"the skies filled with forked light nings uud the earth with volcanic disturb ances, turned His pale and agonized face toward tho heavons nnJ said: "I take the sins and sorrows of the agos into My own heart. lam the expiation. Witness earth and heaven and bell, I am the expiation." And the hammer struck Ilim and the spears punctured Him, nnd lienven thundered, "The wages of sin is death!" "Tho soul that sinneth it shall die!" "I will by no moans clear the sruilty!" Then there was silence for halt au hour, and the lightnings were drawn back into tho scubbard of the sky and tho earth censed to quiver nnd ail the colors of the sky be gan to shift themselves into a rainbow woven out of the falling tears of Jesus, and there was red us of the hloodsheddlug, nud thero wns blue as of the bruising, nnd thero wns green as«of the heavenly foliage, and there was orange ns of the day dawn. And along tho lino of the blue I saw the words, "I was bruised for their iniquities." And along the line ot the red I saw the words, "The blood ot Jesus Christ clennseth from all sin." And alone tho line of the green I saw the words, "The leaves of the tree of lite for tho healing of tho nations." And along the line of the orange I sav/ tho words, "Tho day spring from on high hath visited us." What do you want in tlie future world? Tell rae, and you shall lmvo it. Orchards? There are tho trees with twelve manner of fruits, yielding fruit every month. Water scenery? There is the river of life, from under tho throne of God, clear as crystal and tho sea of glass mingiod with lire." Do you want music? There is tho oratorio of the Creation led on by Adam, and tho ora torio of the Red Sea led on by Moses, and the oratorio of tho Messiah led on by St. Paul, while the archangel, with swlnglug baton, controls the one hundred and forty four thousand who maks un the orchestra. l>o ycu wnut reunion? There are your dead children waiting to kiss you, waiting to embrace yon, waiting to twist itarlands in your hair. You have beeu accustomed to opeu the door on this sido the sepulcher. 1 open the door on tho other side tho sepulcher. You have been accustomed to walk in the wet grass on the top of the grave. 1 show you tho underside of th» grave. The bottom has fallen out, and the loug ropes with which the pal'heurers let down your dead let thera clear through into heaven. Glory be to God for tbis robust, healthy religion. It will haven tendency to inuke yon live long in thl» world, uud in the world to come you will hnveeternnl life "With life will 1 satisfy him." THE GREAT DESTROYER. SOME STARTLING FACTS ABOUT THE VICE OF INTEMPERANCE. I Reinforcement*—A Distinguished Eilito* Makes > Pertinent Suggestion to Pro feMor Atwater—Tlie Scientist's Deduc tions Reduced to an Absurdity* (A Song ot Yesterday, To-day and To-mor row.) BY LILIAN M. DEATH. 'Twas a hush before the battle like the stllU ness of the deep, As the hosts of mighty warfare rested arma In seeming sleep, While In ohalns of helpless bondage lay out proud Columbia, prone In the thralldom of a tyrant worse than e'en the Boer has known. Hark! through the distance Floats a martial song. Half, reinforcements! Bight faces Wrong. Then awake, ye loyal-hearted! To your captain still be true; Ere the triumph that is coming. There is glorious work to do. Banish weariness and sighing, To our ranks recruits are hieing. Rejoice, Columbia! the Right shall win the day. O'er the hillsides they are coming, with their banners wlilte and gold, Through the city and the wlldwood, swell ing numbers yet untold; From the valley, plain and mountain, strong recruits we still may see. Eager for the captain's order, "Charge! and set Columbia free." Hark! o'er our campflres Bounds the martial song. Hail, reinforcements! Right faces Wrong. Yes, the time of waking cometh, and the hour is close at hand When King Alcohol, defeated, shall be driven from the laud. See! the mist is swiftly rising 'neath the glory of the sun. Soon the conflict will be over—soon tho victory will be won. Hark! through fierce battle Rings the martial song. Hall, reinforcements! Right faces Wrong. A Suggestion to frofesaor Atwater. Professor W. O. Atwater, of Wesleyac University, whose experiments in the mat ter of the use of alcoholic liquors as food are familiar to the temperance people throughout the country and have been much commented upon during the past six months, is again being vigorously quoted by the pro-liquor press as having attacked the scientific accuracy ot the temperance instruction text books now in use in the public schools. The New Voioo entertains profound respect for Professor Atwater as a scholar and as a gentleman, and is thoroughly convinced of his hon esty in the positlou he has taken and of the essential accuracy, so far as they have been carried out, of his experiments. We say this without any disposition to concede the case at issue, but merely as a recognition ot the fact that certain valua ble and interesting data have been gath ered by Professor Atwater's labors. Pro fessor Atwater has discovered that a sub ject shut in an air-light chamber and fed partially with alcohol does not exhibit the well known symptoms of poisoning that the use of alcohol produces in every day life. If now upon the strength of this, he feels that be must assail the teachings of the text books concerning alcoholic poisoning, we beg to suggest to him that there is an other universally accepted belief that ought at the same time to be assailed. 11 is this: We have always been told that car bonic acid gas, as exhaled from the human body or coming from other sources, Is preju dicial to the physical health, and that a man obliged to live in an atmosphere heav ily charged with that gas would suffer se rious inconvenience from it. Every prac tical work upon hygiene devotes much space to this idea and to cnutions based upon it. Now the fact is, as the writer or this editorial Is told by the gentleman un der whose immediate supervision Profes sor Atwater's experiments were conducted, that the subject who was shut up in the calorlmetre and who there confined did not exhibit the usual symptoms of alco holic poisoning, was all that time living without apparent evil results in an atmos phere heavily charged with carbonic aciJl gas. Now we submit that if Professor Atwa ter feels that, in view of the discovery that a man may, in tho calorlmetre, take alco hol In certain moderate quantities mid not flnd it a poison, but rather seem to devel op energy from it, ho must attack tho teachings of the text books which hold that alcohol Is a poison, ou?ht ho not also to equally attack the common beiiof and the universal teaching that carbonic acid gas is poisonous? Girls Checking Intemperance. Mrs. L. M. N. Stevens, President of the National Woman's Christian Temperance Union, writing of "What Girls Cau Do to Check Intemperauce," says: "First, theexample ot her own lifeshould be that of total abstinence. On the Queen's Jubilee Day, In June, 1897, at the banquet table of the Lord Mayor of London, a young woman was urged to have her glass tilled with Vine. She firmly declined, say- Jug in a sweet, strong voice, 'I never taste that which I know may do another harm.' This course was safe for herself, but, more than that, she set a safe example for others about her, and she will never know the good which came because of her decision and her bravery in declaring it. Girls should be self-respectful; to take wine or alcoholic liquors because invited to do so shows a lack of courage and self-reliance. Young women should reaulre that the young men with whom they associate should be as good as they themselves aro. Are they total abstainers from principle? By the same token, the young men should be total abstainer*. "If the young women of our Nation.witli so much of life before them, with all or their enthusiasm and ability, would be strict total abstainers from all that can in toxicate, Including wlue, beer and older; if they would try in all reasonable ways to win others to do the same; if they would stand opposed to the trafflo in alcoholic liquors, the day would be greatly hastened when the shadows caused by intemperance shall flee away, and when uothing In the shape of strong drink 'shall hurt or destroy In all God's holy mountain."' You Cannot Drink Without Injury. A man is like a thermometer. His spir its are equable—nolthor joyous nor sad. He takes a drink. It fills him with joy. When be recovers from its effects the re action carries him just as far in the other direction. You cannot take a drink of whisky without an injury, either mental or physical. Let it alone. —New York Journal. The Saloon In the Way. Dr. J. G. Evans, a prominent Methodist minister, speaking of the twentieth cen tury movement ot his church to ralso $20,- 000,000 and secure the conversion ofa mill lon BOUIS by the close of 1901, says: "With the 9aioon out of the way It would be far easier to raise $39,009,030 and win two million souls than to raise $20,000,000 and Win a million souls to Christ, with 250,900 saloons In full blast in their work ot pauperising men and damning souls, and especially when this awful crime is per petuated through the suffrage of Christian voters whose prayers oro solicited for the conversion of souls."