WALL STREET'S SIGN LANGUAGE, CS *' \y£ \A/ ' 7 W/LL SELL SHAft£ * Sl/y / W/LL SflL /CO StfA/ftJ /AV/ZZ JZZZ STOCK " Millions cliiingo hands dully in Wall street without the scratch of a pen. The trading Is carried on by means of signs made with the hands and fin gers. The contusion on the floor is often so great that a broker cannot even make himself heard by shouting in the ear of the man next him. When a broker wishes to buy or sell stock with his customer several feet from him or perhaps across the room, conversation is impossible. If the brokers used megaphones the confusion would be merely increased. To obviate this they have devised a sign language something like that used by the deaf and dumb. With this vocabulary of finance a man can buy or sill stock no matter how great the turmoil. | fcife on the J | Indian Reservation. | Compared with the lives led by the full-blooded Indian children of the northwestern reservations, the raiser able urchins who play in a city's guv ters dwell in a paradise of joys. The gutter snipe is almost certain to have some marbles or a top in hi? clothes: he can earn a few pennies for himself upon occasion; ho is quick witted and brimming with nervous en ergy; of mirth-provoking expedients he is as full as an egg is of meat, and at repartee he lias no equal. Indian children, 011 the other hand, are born grave and solemn and stolid. The art of self-repression practiced for centuries by their ancestors has be come a second nature to them—is in herited—with the result of transform ing what should be their golden age Into mere existence, joyless and apa thetic. In babyhood their training compels them to endure without whimpering discomforts and hardships which would destroy children of the white race. Strapped tightly to the back of a squaw, or left to themselves so tied in a blanket that use of their limbs is denied them, they are mere silent urru: IU:NK STANDING KI.K ANI> TWO OF HIS ADMIHKU*. >l)liill< x, vold-lt't-v without will in I III\\ T. There I- tin ilniulliti .*, tin I'titlilllUK ID Cllf to telll'll tlll'lll 111 Hlllllo. 110 ef fort to tie ve lnp llic softer mile of Il»t*l laturta- Tin mjiutw la ion huay hew u„' <*'ihml, hi earryiuif water, or pr laritiK loud fur Iter buek :tllll liroml. or a making betttletl wares to M-II to tin radi-r, for that. Atul win ti tin-) mi- nl.I etmUiili to I rtt»tei! tn«iii their Ivw-i alu'ie ami tin ettereil tiny tri' fi to ihfiu»ilvei», vuli li'«» care than u litter oi pig» re .i|m-» from It* miw mot lit-1' until mien line u» tint M|tiuw jiereelvea that »ln *J linhttli In i own Inl'Hi* li) ruin litlK till' p.ipnotea lo limit- 111 tliftji here I* no ruuuliiif "to umk t pa (at," i Ilun:ii4 to III* It g» li* be wa|l>•, u i ItUg 'iin it III.IHi- * oil III* feel Ili | ■ > hut 1- •linittt lu wtui' hjmiUil «iiy or |i> urtuetl mui.e itit|ni Itil iii ibi lIUII, i.»tli'i will ttuW U|mll I lii'lll b »• MlltUlinU t bi> II K i% *'« lit* pt'iit or biik IMM'II til |intiti' t, IM* >• tub I telle tin i 1,111 |t HI tiii ft mil olMlft It I l.l» ob 'ui t UiJiuU l«»e|S atioa crawled out of his blankets one dark >)ight and, guided by the beating of tom-toms and the ki-yl-iug that usually accompanies such an affair, made his way alone to the Hosebud, where White Bull's bucks were having a "ghost dance."' lie did not dare to min gle with the dancers, so lie hid in the hunch grass nearby and watched the bucks as they stamped and chanted around the lire. "Gene had unsuspected powers of mimicry. The dancing made a strong impression 011 him. Next morning, when Standing Klk darted out of his wickiup to chastise the noisy young ster, he was astonished at what he sow and heard. There was Gene stamping about with the grace and vigor of a practiced dancer, to no other accom paniment than his own ki-yl-ing. lie twisted and contorted and stamped like an old-timer, and lie had the step down so pat that his genius for that sort of thing was borne in on Standing Klk in a flash. Calling to his squaw. Standing Elk bade her find bells and headdress and fallals of the conventional sort for the hoy, and, when the youngster was thus togged out, his father bade him daneo before the chiefs of the tribe. Gene acquitted himself so well that he won the approval of the chiefs, and is now the most envied boy 011 the reserva tion. Little Indian maidens would walk miles just t« have him say "How" to them. 9 joooooooocooacoooooocooco BLIFE Oil THE AFGHAN FRONTIER | X When th« Bi ti»h Watch Kof Kuuiu ft <j DitcinU Prom tft* Hill* W ul Attfluniinm. X o >o3cooooooooooooooooooocß WIIKN'KVKIt tin- air I* llllftl wltli uiitimy rumor* of lr mill ' Utw II ii Itiiimi i <• tnl l.iiulatttl atlautlou mil iirnily turn* to Vfglutitl'Mll ami It* ii .'. lilt' A tueer, tbi' tlt'lllll of W lit 11 ■ I < ij'irl> be|leve«l to Ih- tin oUi' Ini which will break tin- arnifil truce iitnl precipitate u i'hi«li between Hit- two mfiii iiuili.ii* iniw mi liniitfrily It'ohinii towaitl AfaihiiuUiau, write* loliu '1 W'Cii clu .in, in Hit' ("hli'iiijii llitt.nl. There lut» riltiul for a long tiuu* ■louii lu Ititllii II I" lit<f tbut tin* Vtui'i-r'a tl'Mlb uoiilil leave Vffchaltin in at tin' mi it y of Itumiiu iiiitft l.i'j; luuti ami ibat t.icie will lie au tMfVl latili itiuli flout IMIIII ail I '* of tUe Lot bi iw »t ui tiie territory. About fourteen miles to the east ward of the entrance to the Khyber Pass is llio wonderful city of Pesha wur, which is as typically a central Asian city as Kabul or Bokhara. In SOLDIERS' BARRACKS ROOM, PESHAWCE. the old days the Indus marked the di viding lines between the Indian races and the Afghan or central Asian tribes, and at that time Peshawur was well within the territory and influ ences of Afghanistan. Even now the city itself retains all its old character istics and is still au almost unknown town. The British cantonments are two miles from Peshawur, and all the white people have clustered about the troops at that point, the result being a beautiful, well-kept town. No white people li\e in Peshawur, excepting one family of missionaries, while as for visitors, there a hardly a dozen white men who enter the walls of Peshawur in a month's time. A big wall about fifty feet high sur rounds the city, at one end of which is a gigantic fortress, where a garrison of British soldiers Is stationed. Can nons are constantly trained down on the town, for there is always danger of au outbreak among the 200,000 Afriuls and Afghans who combine to make up its seething, squalid population. White civilians are cautioned against enter ing the city without an escort, and no one is permitted to enter its gates at nightfall. The British soldiers and officers seldom go into the town. The Peshawur cantonments nre filr* A BRITISH CANTEEN AT PESHAWUR. pleasant and pretty. Broad, shady streets, the inevitable mall, a cricket ground and race course were essential features of the town. Oflicers' bunga lows. big, rambling, thick-walled mud houses one story high, painted blue and white, line the mall, each one standing alone in a big compound filled with trees. On the other side of tlic mall is the great expanse ot parade ground, at the edge of which are the banacks for Toiumy. Everywhere are splendid shade trees, which have sprung up in the arid plains as a re sult of irrigation and wells, anil which make the cantonments look like an oaals In a deaert. There art» many pretty Ktiijii.sli «irlH In IVnlttt wttr t:t I lie winter, for the liv»li cooluc** of Unit northern intltiule tflvea n keen to tfotf "tnl It Hills Uliil tox liuitilng. The town was very viiiy ntnl lively while I wit* there ttiul t lie mall iu the tfteriititui wan bright with tuiliiy fareil vollUC wotiieu mill miMrtly mom* mo iin ar niuiu< ha, i k->ii »»t u tlieMt'il oiht 11» galloping tlifit country lit villi ami \V nlet a tlnwii tlie long ■liiuly >ti«ub of tbai fiinhinual'tti ilitw. In tba «ivuib» titer* nut* viuiivv* at lb" clubs, guest nights at the mosses, nnd many other amusements. The surpris ing part of It all was that one should find so much gayet.v in such r.n out-of the-way place and that within two miles of all that modern life should be a great city almost uuknown and al most as mysterious as the capital of Tibet. But some one has said that India is a laud of strange contrasts, and he must have known. MONUMENT FOR FOSTER. Composer of the "Old Folks at Home" to Be Honored In Pittsburg, Stephen Collins Foster has a monu ment in Pittsburg, where he was boru and where be spent many years of his life. Lawrenceville, Peun.. the actual place (.1 his birth, is now part of Pitts burg. and when attention was called to that fact several years ago, it was de termined to see what could be don? STEPHEN C. FOSTER, toward raising a monument to the memory of the man who wrote "Way Down on the Suwanee Itiver," "Mas sa's in the Cold, Cold Ground," "Old Black Joe" and many other songs. The contributions for the monument came from many sources, although most of them naturally were given by citizens of Pittsburg. The statue was unveiled In Highland Tark uuder very interest ing circumstances. The monument is the work of Giuseppe Marchettl, of this city, and the large number of competitors in cluded sculptors from all parts of the country. The design of the monument was suggested by T. J. Keenan, Jr., of Pittsburg, and the committee which accepted Signor Marehetti's work con sisted of A. W. Mellon, Robert Pit cairn, E. M. Bigelow, W. N. Frew, J. W. Beatt.v and Senator C. L. Magee. The statue is the first one set up in Highland Park, and the committee has exercised care to protect itself against unsatisfactory work. The base of the memorial is of granite and is fourteen feet high. The figures are in bronze. The poet is seated, and holds in his hand a book and pencil. Seated at his feet is an old negro, who is playing on a banjo. The song composer is evi dently seeking inspiration from the uegro's music. The composer was born on July 4, lS2t>, and died in New York thirty eight years litter. lie taught himself music and studied with great assidui ty. His compositions include 100 songs of which the first written was "Open Thy Lattice, Love," published In 1842, and the last was "Beautiful Dreamer," composed iu 1804, the last year of his life. "Gentle Annie," "Wil lie We Have Missed You," "Old Dog Tray," "Coine Where My Love Lies Dreaming." "Nellie Was a Lady," "My Old Kentucky Home," "Maggie by My Side" and "Ellen Bayne," the music of which is now used for "John Brown's Body Lies a Mouldering in the Grave," were some of the best known among his compositions. As a rule he wrote both the words and music of his songs.—New York Sun. A Millionaire llaby. John Nicholas Brown, who is about nine months old. has become one of the wealthiest babies iu the world. A partial inventory of Ills estate just tiled at Newport, 11. 1., by Ids Mils. JiillN NiC'llOLAa MMoa M. (Mother of the rtobekt baby on earth.) — - —% mother and guardian. .Mrs. Natalie Hat aid llruwu. aln • Mrs what ei pci-iiit'on* b . bus In the money Hue. The child is b. lr to all the properly of bis father, Jobu Nicholas lirovvii. and hi* mule, Harold Itruwii. iii.-niln-i* of a llolvd New Ktililuiul family, wl.ii died last Mav, ibn two lent lug ♦ i**i.t**i at a low ealluiute, All (lie til live la of lb .Vrclle r.gtoll are cither while or yellow. and IbvtU am \ allelic*. DR. TALMAGD7S SERMON SUNDAY'S DISCOURSE BY THE NOTED DIVINE. Subject: Tile Mission of Christ lt Was to Teach the Worlil That Gnil is Love The Sympathy ami Compassion of the Almighty King. rcopvrtaht IWHI.I WASHINGTON*, D.'C. —In this discourse Dr. Talmage describes in a new way the sacrifices made for the world's disentrall ment and deliverance. His text is I. John iv, 16, "God is love." Perilous undertaking would it be to at tempt a comparison between the attributes of God. They are not like a mountain range, with here and there a higher peak, nor like the oeenti, with here and there a profonnder depth. We cannot measure infinities. We would not dare say whether His omnipotence or omniscience or omni presence or immutability or wisdom or justice or love is the greater attribute. Hut the one mentioned in my text makes deeper impression upon us than any other. It was evidently a very old man who wrote the chapter from which I take the text. .Tohn was not in his dotage, as Professor Kiohhorn asserted, but you can tell by the repetitions in the epistle and the rambling style, and that he called grown people ''little children." that the author was probably an octogenarian. Yet Paul, in midlife mastering an audience of Athenian critics on Mars Hill, said nothing stronger or more important than did the venerable John when he wrote the three words of my text. "God is love." Indeed, the older one gets the more he appreciates this attribute. The harshness and the combativeness and the severity have gone out of the old man, and he is more lenient and, aware of his own faults, is more disposed to make excuses for the faults of others, and he frequently ejacu lates, "Poor human nature! The young minister preached three sermons on the justice of God and one on the love of God, but when he got old he preached three sermons on the love of God and one on the justice of God. Far back in the eternities there came a time when God would express one emotion of His nature which was yet. unexpressed. He had made more worlds than were seen by the ancients from the top of the Egyp tian pyramid, which was used as an obser vatory, and more worlds than modern as tronomy has catalogued or descried through tcieseopic lens. All that showed the Lord's almightiness, but it gave no demonstration of His love. He might make fifty Saturns and 100 .Tupiters and not demonstrate an instant of love. That was an unknown passion and the secret of th"? universe. It was a suppressed emo tion of the great God. Hut there woul 1 come a time when this passion of infinite love would be declared and illustrated. God would veil it no longer. After the clock of many centuries had run down and worlds had been born and demolished, on a comparatively obscure star a race of human beings would be born and who, though so bountifully provided for that they ought to have behaved themselves well, went into insurrection and conspir acy and revolt and war—finite against in finite, weak arm against thunderbolt, man against God. If high intelligences looked down and saw what was going on, they must have prophesied extermination complete ex termination—of these offenders of Jeho vah. But, no! Who is that coming out of the throncroom of heaven? Who is that coming out of the palaces of the eternal? It is the Son of the Emperor of the uni verse. Down the stairs of the high heav ens He comes till He reaches the cold air of a December night in Palestine, and amid the bleat ings of sheep and the low ing of cattle and the moaning of camels, and the banter of the herdsmen, takes llis first sleep on earth, and for thirty-three years invites the wandering race to return to God and happiness and heaven. They were the longest thirty-three years ever known in heaven. Among many high intel ligences what impatience to get Him bark? The infinite Father looked down and saw His Son slapped and spit on and pupperless and homeless, and then, amid horrors that made the noonday heavens turn black in the face, His body and soul parted. And all for what? Why, allow the Crown Prince to come on such an er rand and endure such sorrow and die such a death? It was to invite the human race to put down its antipathies and resist ance. It was because "God is love." Now, there is nothing beautiful in a shipwreck. We go down to look at the battered and split hulk of an old ship on the Long Island or New Jersey coast. It excites our interest. We wonder when and how it came ashore, and whether it was the recklessness of a pilot or a storm before which nothing could bear up. Hu man nature wrecked may interest the in habitants of other worlds as a curiosity, but there is nothing lovely in that which has foundered on the rocks of sin and sorrow. Yet it was in that condition of moral break up that heaven moved to the rescue. It was loveliness hovering over deformity. It was the lifeboat putting out into the surf that attempted its demoli tion. It was harmony pitying discord, it was a living God putting His arms around a recreant world. The schoolmen deride the idea that God has emotion. They think it would be a divine wcakne.-.s to lie Rtivred |y anv earthly spectacle. The (Sod of the learned llrueh and Si hleierniacher is an infinite intelligence without feeling, a cold and cheerless divinity. Hut the God we wor ship is one of sympathv and com passion and helpfulness and affection. "God is love." In all the Tlible there i.i no more con solatory statement. Tli? very be it peo ple have in their lives occmronceii inexpli cable. Thcv are beret'.- or persecuted or impoverished or inv ,'ided. They li:iv> only one child, and that die", while the lievt door m-/liber has neven children, ■nd the\ are all spired. The unfortunates buy at a time when the market is rising, and the day after the market falls. At a l me when they need to feel the best tor the discharge of some duty tli-y are s-ized with phvsi ,i| collnp-i T . iug t<> da a good ami hone.t an l useful thing, thei are | misrepresented and I !i d a if tli v hid practiced a villainy. Tier,! me people who »tl their Uv« e mil I injustices. I then oi less t.dee . with I.i con..via I ton, goon and no. whi!e they goon and down There ire in niativ lives riddles that have never been explained, heartbreak* I that have never be n healed Goto that j man or that woman with p!> ! .opine ix inanition, ami you' attempt at comfort will lie a failure, and yon will make mat- I ler» worse instead of making thetn better. I Hut lei the oceanic tide „l the te\t roll in thai •Oil! and Sll II- h ... « an I disast r. Mill I subm.-rg .1 h bles.il/, and (he I sufferer will aav. I understand (lie r. for my trouble, but I « ill ...me .lay ii I i .land \n.| lb. t do n.l . .iue I by accident God allov the into come, and 'lb. I .* h»e ' " Hut for thi. divine feeling I thank our worid w.uld b.ng .u. liave l.ru dem.il tailed .lux think n! the i.ijaaUel wick j tl-.n. ...iiLiiealil* It. hold lh.' f.IJ re'! | (.oil. lh .1 M>.*'sat I 11.1 Itiiddha ' and I >i. <t. . ««' I kat the ho .n i.n.l I I lie Mi 1.11., and the Zend \»e*la. Hut would crowd »«ti of the aor Id the II dv ' Met Iptiue* 1 I. >..k a. war. d agma Us tiin.hr* for the .lea l ari' as the hrnti- i bee the treat nli«* with their ' holaeaust of destroyed manhood nnd wom anhood! What blasphemies assail the heavens! What butcheries sieken the cen turies! What processions of crime and atrocity and woe encircle the globe! If justice had spoken, it would have said: "The world deserves annihilation, and let annihilation come." If immutability had spoken, it would have said: "I have always been opposed to wickedness and always will be opposed to it. The world is to me an affront infinite and away with it!" If omniscience had spoken it would have said: "I have watched that planet with minute and all comprehensive inspection, and I cannot have the offense longer con tinued." If truth had spoken it would have said: "I declare that they who offend the law must go down under the law." But divine love took a different view of the world's obduracy and pollution. It said: "I pity all those woes of the earth. I cannot stand here and see no assuage ment of those sufferings. I will go down and reform the world. I will medicate its wounds. I will calm its frenzy. I will wash off its pollution. I will become in carnated. I will take on My shoulders and upon My brow and into My heart the con sequences of that world's misbehavior. T start now, and between My arrival at Bethlehem and My ascent from Olivet I will weep their tears and suffer their griefs and die their death. Farewell, My throne, My crown, My sceptre. My angelic environment, My heaven, till T have finished the work and come back!" God was never conquered but once, and that was when He was conquered by Ilis own love. "God is love." In this day, when the creeds of churches are being revised, let more emphasis be put upon the thought of my text. Let it appear at the beginning of every creed and at the close. The ancients used to tell of a great military chieftain who, about to po to battle, was clad in armor, helmet on head and sword at side, and who put out his arms to give farewell embrace to his child, and the child, affrighted at his appearance, ran shrieking away. Then the father put off the armor that caused the alarm, and the child saw who he was and ran into his arms and snuggled against his heart. Creeds must not have too much iron in their make up, terrorizing rather than attracting. They must not hide the smiling face and the warm heart of our Father, God. Let nothing imply that there is a sheriff at every door ready to make arrest, but over us all and around us all a mercy that wants to save and save now. If one paragraph of the creed seems to take you, like a child, out of the arms of a father, let the next paragraph put you in the arms of a mother. "As one whom his mother comforteth so will I comfort you." Oh, what a mother we have in God! And my text is the lullaby sung to us when we are ill or when we are mal j treated or when we are weary or when we | are trying to do better or when we are be reft or when we ourselves lie down to the last sleep. We feel the warm cheek of the mother against our cheek, and there sounds in it the hush of many mothers, "God is love." Out of vast eternity He looked forward nnd saw Pilate's criminal courtroom and the rocky bluff with three crosses and the lacerated body in mortuary surroundings, and heard the thunders toll at the funeral of heaven's favorite, and understood that the palaces of eternity would hear the sorrow of a bereft God. What do the Bible and the church litur gies mean when they say, "He descended into bell?" They mean that His soul left His sacred body for awhile and went down into the prison of moral night and swung back its great door and lifted the chain of captivity and felt the awful lash that would nave come down on the world's back, and wept the tears of an eternal sacrifice, and took the bolt of divine indig nation against sin into Himself and, hav ing vanquished death and hell, came out and came up, having achieved an eternal rescue if we will accept it. Head it slowly, read it solemnly, read it with tears, "He descended into bell." Ha knew what kind of pay He would get for exchanging celestial splendor for Bethle hem caravansary, and He dared all and came, the most illustrious example in all the ages of disinterested love. Yea, it was most expensive love. There is much human love that costs nothing, nothing of fatigue, nothing of money, noth ing of sacrifice, nothing of humiliation. Hut the most expensive movement that the heavens ever made was this expedition salvatory. It cost the life of a King. It put the throne of God in bereavement. It set the universe aghast. It made om nipotence weep and bleed and shudder. It taxed the resources of the richest of all empires. It meant angelic forces detailed to tight forces demoniac. It put three worlds into sharp collision—one world to save, another to resist and another to de stroy. It charged 011 the spears and rang with the battleaxes ol' human and diabolic hate. Had the expedition of love been de feated the throne of God would have fall en, and Satan would have mounted into supremacy, and sin would have forever triumphed, and mercy would have been forever dead. The tears and blood of the martyr of the heavens were only a part of the infinite expense to which the GodheXd went when it proposed to save the world. Alexander tin 1 Great, with his host, was marching on Jerusalem to capture and plunder it. '1 he inhabitants came out clothed in white, led on by the high priest, wearing a miter and glittering breastplate on which was emblazoned the name of God, and Alexander, seeing that word, 4iowed and halted his army, and the city was saved. And ii we had the love of God written in ail our heart* and 011 all our lives and on all our banners at the sight of a the hosts of temptation would fall lack, anil we would goon from victory unto victory until v. e stand in ElOll and before God. I.eander swain across the Hellespont guided by the light which Hero the fair held from one of her tower windows, and what llelletpoiits of earthly struggles can we not hivaol as long a* v.e can see tha torch of divine love held front the tower window- of the King l Let love of God to us and our love to God clasp hands tins minute (I \v dissatisfied and di»tic«sed -.ni's who roam the world over looking for hippineM mid rinding none. ithv not try this love 0/ God as ,1 solace an I inspir ation Ind eternal n.itisfaction* When a k 111 was eroding a desert in caravan, mi u.i cr u..s to lie found, and man a id beast were perishtug from thirst Along the way there were strewn the bonis ot cara i .iii that lud preceded There were hart* or reindei i' in the king's procession, and some one knew their keen went for wliter ■ml e: ird out, 'ls I i»e the hart* or rein deer " It Was (lone, tnd II I toooer went 110 n anus jatH I thin thev wi-nt •currying 111 all directions locking fur water, and soon found it, and the liing • lid hi 1 car*tan were ■and. and the I 14 wrote on some tablets the WMils, hi '1 he ha I ri'.id • one tittle I" for# '* tha hart | intelh alter the baler bn.olt, |mnteth nil » nil 1 ( ter I "ire, II G..| hale 1' >iii|< 1: e<l the ■ ol (!.h| In tiie is'i'iH, l ilt the MMPAiotin fa.ls, fur the o iaii hi" a shore and • id's love 11 ho'indh»s Itut if voll lna>i»| 1 uiipar -11 , the ban ol liml t 1 the *>«-« «•« put tis that 1 Ihi lour s»i r •ailing eralt and •»! line 1.1 i lo tin' llor lli and one to the south *ud on,l , the • 1-t ai. lon to tlw tnd let th*m sail i»m a thon.uid years, mil af'.tr tint Wt th>m ill return mil • an# on® hul the livet ami aak them if thef hale lounl the shot. 11l Uud's luie sail thrtr four toiui » ahl iv«|»>iid • hole 1 Nt ilmmu tu llw ocean ul God * ■wwy!"
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