THE BEACON.
«Jeom dusk to dawn a golden star,
Hung steadfast between sky and sward,
wSent forth across the moaning bar
The smiting of its two-edged sword,
Beafaring men with babes at home
Asleep and rosy in their cribs,
Beat inward through the curdling form
That tosses to the shivering jibs.
And wistful wives Who cannot sleep
Peed little heacth-fires warm and red,
And comforted their vigil keep
With that grext star-flame overhead.
Night wears &pace: the blackest night
Wanes when the womb of morning breaks.
With lunce and spear from heavenly height
Her conquering way the new day takes,
And our bs one the weary boats,
| river coiling like a
sparkling snow. On left and right
were stretches timbered with the
sturdy pines that straggled like an
army over plain and hill, and sent a
vangnard up the mountain from whose
farther timber line it seemed to signal
to the troops below. In front lay the
twist of silver
| braid, and farther on the everlasting |
hills rose, height on height, to pierce
the perfect aznre of the sky.
Two men stood in this amphitheatre
| of the north, their rough and bearded
| faces turned toward each other as they
| had been turned in the cradle swaying
! ago.
All drenched and spent, are beached at |
last;
The children hug the wet sea-coats;
The good wives sing of perils past,
—Marguaret E.Sangster,in Harper's Bazar.
on a cottage veranda so many years
Their eyes flashed like steel to
steel in the morning light, and their
lips were set in lines never seen by
| those two waiting mothers.
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They had been friends all
ives,
There had been, in their native vil-
lage, two vine-covered cottages
by side, and all one summer on
veranda of one or the other
little homes two young women had sat
the
Hainty white garments, setting each
stitch with a prayer and weaving with
their |
“It’s the only way out of it,” said
one, at last, doggedly; as if to bring
to a close a long and useless argu-
ment. ‘We didn't come here to meet
each other, and the place isn’t big
enough to hold us both. = We've both
struck it rich, and Nell Rausom owns
us and cur mines. One can go back
to her— with all the gold of both——.-*
The other finished the sentence:
‘““The pistol shall decide which one
| it shall be.”
side |
of these |
Calmly the men paced the distance
and took their places, the revolvers
catching each added gleam that
| faltered through the pines against the
sewing through the long afternoon on |
the flying needle more precious things |
than cross-stitch and feather-edge,
as they talked of their babies’ future,
as loving women will, and
great things for the coming
accomplish.
Then these mothers conferred to-
gether about the momentous question
of ‘‘shortening,’” and, this decided,
ones
eastern sky.
“One!” and the line of
to the level of those strong,
bosoms.
“Wait a minute,
light rose
bared
boys! Wait a
planned | minute.”
to |
An old miner stepped out of the
| thicket and walked leisurely between
{ the duelists.
He was known to both
men asa quaint character of their.own
| village, a man who had been among
the baby boys had each become ac- |
quainted with the restless pink play-
fellows at the edge of his petticoat at !
the identical moment.
The women |
bore each other company during the |
trying period of the little ones’ teeth-
ing, their croup and measles, and, in
due time, cut from one pattern their
first short trousers, their little coats.
When the boys were six, they were
ready for the September term of
school, and the two mothers led
them up to begin the second chapter,
as they had done the first, together.
Red-mittened and tippeted in winter,
they played with their sleds on
long hill on whose top the schoolhouse
stood, and one day a little girl watched
them as they flew down,
crying.
The two boys trudged
together.
“You can ride on
one. .
“I’ll pull you up again on my sled,”
said the other.
And so the story began.
Tue years went by,
Paxton and Sidney Harper fulfilled
their promises. Nellie Ransom rode
on both sleds; and the boys were her
chivalric defenders and champions in
in every cause. If she failed in her
arithmetic the teacher receiyed black
up
my sled,” said
the |
the defeated gold-seekers of ’49 and
’50. He had struck camp but the day
previous to this meeting.
“I’ve ben watchin’ ye a leetle,
boys,” he said. ‘‘I ain’t said much,
but I've kep’ a-thinkin.’ [ know
young blood, an’ I calc’lated it was
just about time fur it to bile over; hut
I've got a powder to cool it.”
He lighted his pipe and puffed medi-
tatively.
The young men turned angrily.
“Oh, ye needn't get riled, now,”
he continued, pulling a fine grass and
cleaning his pipe-stem with it, “but I
reckon there ain’t either one of ye
REV. THLMAGE'S SUNDAY SERNO.
4 GOSPEL MESSAGE
Sabject: "Our Own Times” —How We Can
Serve Our Generation—Our Responsi-
bilities Chiefly With the People Now
— Abreast of Us-—Help Your Neighbors.
Text: “David, after he had served his
own generation by the will of God, fell on
sleep.”’—Acts xiii., 36.
That is a text which has for a long time
been running through my mind. Sermons
have a time to be born as well as a time to
die; a cradle as well as a grave. David,
cowboy and stone slinger, and fighter, and
dramatist, and blank-verse writer, and
prophet, did his best for the people of his
time, and then went and laid down on the
southern hill of Jerusalem in that sound
slumber which nothing but an archangelic
blast can startle. “David, after he had
served his own generation by the will of
God, fell on sleep.” It was his own gen-
eration that he had served; that is, the peo-
ple living at the time he lived. And have
you ever thought that our responsibilities
are chiefly with the people now walking
abreast ot us? There are about four generu-
tions to a century now, but in olden time,
life was longer, and there was, perhaps,
only one generation to a century.
Taking these facts into the cal-
culation, I make a rough guess,
and say that there have been at least one
hundred and eighty generations of the
human family. With reference to them we
have no responegibility. We cannot teach
them, we cannot correct their mistakes,
we cannot soothe their sorrows, we cannot
heal their wounds. Their sepulchres are
deaf and dumb to anything we might sav
to them. The last regiment of that great
army has passed out of sight. We might
halloo as loud as we could; not one of them
would avert his head to see what we
wanted. I admit that I am in sympathy
with the child whose father had suddenly
died, and who in her little avening prayer
wanted to continue to pray for her father,
although he bad gone into heaven, and no
more needed her prayers, and looking up
into her mother’s face, said: “Ob, mother,
I cannot leave him all odt. Let me say,
thank God that I had a good father once,
so I can keep him in my prayers.”
But the one hundred and eighty genera-
tions have passed off. Passed up. Passed
down. Gone forever. Then there are gen-
erations to come after our earthly exis-
tence has ceased. We shall not see.them;
we shall not hear any of their voices: we
will take no part in their convocations,
their elections, their revolutions, their
catastrophies, their triumphs. = We will in
no wise affect the 180 generations gone or
the 180 generations to come, except as
from the galleries of heaven the former
generations look down and rejoice at our
victories, or as we may, by our behavior,
start influences, good or bad, that shall
roll on through the advancing ages. But
our business is, like David, to serve our
own generation, the people now living,
those whose lungs now breathe, and whose
hearts now beat. And, mark you, it is not
a silent procession. but moving. It is a
“forced march’ at twenty-four miles a
mean enough to fight over another
{ man's wife!”
and began |
He stoped and looked at the rivals
| sidewise; the words had gone home.
to her |
“I calc'late ye don't git the papers
' reg’lar here; trains is sometimes late,
| ye know; bein’ there ain’t no tracks
| fur em to run on, an’ like as not
! mail aiu’t real prompt, an’
cain’t got no lightnin’ chained.
and Charles |
| Ransom’'s—there,
| downward as the pistols fell with the
| nerveless hands.
| with a twinkle of his faded eyes.
looks, and if she cried over her gram- |
mar each boy felt a yersonal encoun-
ter with Lindley Murray was all that
could wipe out the stain. So far
the old friendship was as strong as
ever, and they fought, as one, the
and 211 tell you abont it.” .
drew near and heard the old
nattles of the yellow-haired girl. There |
came the swift, strange transforma-
tion of the heart which makes a boy
a man; these lads turned,on one day,
shy, troubled eyes each to the other’s
face; and when their glances fell,
something from within had risen
veil forever their frank and friendly
glances. x
They were rivals; and the pretty,
. shallow little thing, pouting. now,
under. her wide-bLrimmed hat, had
known it all along.
Nell Ransom was the beauty of the
neighborhood; a little creature, soft-
eyed and golden-haired, with youth-
ful curves and dimples. She was the
daughter of a farmer; one of a half
Ito
1 came away I seen two
to |
| them babies, them little shavers they
ain't there; they——"
meddler ——
| eyes made answer.
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dozen girls, but the only one among | for and care for and go home to sce!
them with any pretensions to good |
looks.
her.
“When I'm plowin’,”” he said, in
So the roug spoi
So the rough old man spoiled Grace D.
| Standard-Union.
reply to some one who reproached him |
for treating Nell better than he treat- |
ed her sisters, ‘‘I run right through
the bouncin’ betties an’ smartweed,
rose.
That little gal of mine wan’t
meant for common folks like us. I feel |
a good deal like ’pologizin’ to her fur
bein’ her father. But, seein’ she’s
ours, I’m goin’ to make life jest as
easy as I can fur her, an’ kinder keep
her on the warm side of the shack.”
So the little girl was sheltered and
petted by the rude but tender hands,
and it is not strange that she grew up
with no care for any one but her own
pleasure and comfort. When she was
16 there were many moths singed by
the brightness of her hair; i
hearts wounded by the darts from her
blue eyes; but she didn’t realize that
there was any harm. Hers was not a
bad or cruel heart—she simply
Didn’t, and wouldn't and couldn’t know
why,
And did not understand.
The two friends whose hearts had
been pushed apart by her little, un-
feeling hands had grown to love her
just in proportion to the way they had
‘come to hate one another. Charles
Paxton tried first; was refused and
went away; no one knew whither, but
A woman grew gray as she sat on the
little, vine-covered veranda and turned
her eyes, with their waiting and lis-
tening look, westward.
Then Sidney Harper put his fate to
the touch; he, too, left the village, and
two women again sat together praying
and fearing on one of the porches
through alorg summer.
It was midsummer in the Klondike,
but the air was as ¢bill as it is when
redchiesked Canadians start journey-
ing on snow-shoe. over crisp fields of
{ England, Spain and Holland, and its
| of
{ the
| well as between the pirates and buc-
! | It is not bigger than the District of
but I vanny ef I can run over a wild | ba
ver
ve don’t
use yer dust fur telegraphin’ when ye
Sc
p’r’aps ye don’t know that that gal of
stand still an’
with yer shootin’ !—is married.” .
Two lines of light sank suddenly
The old man saw it
“That’s right, boys: now come here,
faces
Paxton
miner's
with shawed
and Charles
Slowly and
Sidney Harper
story.
“Yes,” he said, after the whole had
been recited, ‘‘she married a no-ac-
count feller, an’ has taken him home
the old folks. She wasn’t
never wuth dyin’ fur lads: hut when
other wim-
min’ wuth livin’ fur. They're a-wait-
in’ on their cottage porches now
I’ve seen em sit for 30 years. Only
us
uster hold an’ cuddle in th ir arms
“Stop!” God bless you, you old
»
One man spoke, but the other's
*‘Those are the women we'll live
And, single file, with strange new
looks the men went back to camp.
Boylan, in the Brooklyn
Quaint Old Curacao.
Curacao is a Dutch colony, and the
quaintest little island in the world.
Columbia, but has about 40,000 in-
habitants, and has played an impor-
tant part in the history of America.
It has belonged at different times to
has been the
bloody battle
of the old
scene
between
world, as
cozy harbor
many a
navies
caneers that infested the Carribean
sea for two centuries. It has been for
100 years and still is an asylum for
political fugitives, and many of the
revolutions that rack and wreck the
republics on the Spanish main are
hatched under the shelter of the pre:
tentious but harmless fortresses that
guard its port. Bolivar, Santa Anna
and many other famous men in Span-
ish-American history have lived there
in exile, and until recently there was
an imposing castle upon one of the
hills called Bolivar’s Tower. There
the founder of five republics lived in
banishment for several years and wait-
ed for rescue,
The houses are built in the Dutch
style, exzctly like those in Holland;
the streets are so narrow that the peo-
ple can almost shake hands through
their windows with their neighbors
across the way, and the walls are as
thick as would be needed for a for-
tress. The Dutch governor lives in a
solemn-looking old mansion fronting
the Shattegat, or lagoon, that forms
the harbor, guarded by a company of
stupid-looking soldiers with a few old-
fashioned eannon. The entire island
is of phosphates, and the government
receives a revenue of $500,000 from
companies that ship them away, —
—Chicago Record.
ga |
day, each hour being a mile. Going with
i that celerity, it has got to be a quick ser-
{on sleep.’
vice on our part, or no service at all. We
not only cannot teach the 180 generations
past, and will not see the 180 generations
to come, but this generation now on the
stage will soon be off, and we ourselves
willbe off with them. ‘Tae fact is, that you
and I will bave to start very soon for our
work, or it will be ironical and sarcastic
for anyone after our exit to say of us, as it
was said of David, "After he hadserved his
own generation by the will of God, he fell
»
Well, now, let us look around earnestly,
prayerfully, in a common-sense way, and
see what we can do for our own genera-
tion. First of all, let us soe to it that, as
far as we can, they have eiough to eat.
The human body is so constituted that
three times a day the body n-eds food as
much as a lamp needs oil, as much as a
locomotive needs fuel. To wmect this want
God has girdled the earth with apple
‘orchards, orange groves, wheat fields. and
oceans full of fish, and prairies full of cat-
tle. And notwithstanding this. I will un-
dertake to say that the vast majority of
the human family are now suffering either
for lack of food or the right kind of food.
Our civilization is all askew, and God
only can set it right.
est estates of to-day have b®en built out of
the blood and bones of unrequited toil. In
olden times, for the building of forts and
towers, the inhabitants of Ispahan had to
contribute 70,000 skulls, and Bagdad 90,000
human skulls, and that number of people
.were compelled to furnish the skulls.
the
ana
160.000 skulls, while in
the world’s wealth
pomp bave been wrought the
tons of uncounted numbers of
the bhalf-fed populations of the earth —
millions of skulls. Don’t §it down at your
made only
tower. of
table with five or six courses of abundant |
supply and think nothing of that family in
the next street who would take any one of
those [lve courses between soup and u.-
mond nuts and feel they were in Heaven.
cause of much of the drunkenness.
coffee, sweetened with what manv call
sugar, and eating what many of ourbateh- |
ers call meat, and chewing what many of |
our bakers call bread, many of the labor-
ing class feel so miserable they are tempted |
to put ‘into their nasty pipes what the
tobacconist calls tobacco, or go into the
drinking saloons for what the rum sellers
i through your own behavior.
i and
! wrong.
call beer. Good coffee would do much in
driving out bad rum.
How can we serve our generation wiih
enough to eat?
broidered slippers and lounging back in un
arm-chair, our mouth puckered up aroun
a Havana of the best brand, and through
clouds of luxuriant smoke reading about
political economy and the philasophy of
strikes? No, no! By finding Sut=who in
this city has been living on gristle, and
sending them a tenderloin beefsteak. Seek
out some family, who through sickness or
conjunction of misfortunes have not enough
to eat, and do for them what Christ did for
the hungry multitudes ot Asia Minor, mul-
tiplying the loaves and the fishes. Let us
quit the surfeiting of ourselves until we
cannot choke down another crumb of cake,
and begin the supplies of others’ necessi-
ties. So far from helping appease the
world’s hunger are those whom Isaiah de-
scribes as grinding the faces of the poor.
You have seen a farmer or a mechanic put
a scythe or an axe on a grindstone, waile
some one was turning it round and round
and the man holding the axe bore on it
harder and harder,wkile the water dropped
from the grindstone and the edge of the
axe from being round and dull, got keener
and keener. So I have seen men who were
put up against the grindstone of hardship,
and while one turned the crank, another
would press the unfortunate harder down
and harder down until he was ground away
thinner and thinner—his comforts thinner,
his prospects thinner, and his face thinner.
And Isniah shrieks out: **What mean ye
that ye grind the faces of the poor?”
It is an awful thing to be hungry. It is
an easy thing for us to be in good humor
with all the world when we have no lack.
But let hunger take full possession of us,
and we would «ll turn into barbarians and
cannibals and flends. Suppose that some
of the energy we are expending in useless
and unavailing talk about the bread ques-
tion should be expended in merciful alle-
viations. I have read that the battlefield
on which more troops met than on any
other in the world’s history was the battle-
fleld of Leipsic—160,000 men under Na-
poleon, 250,000 men under Schwarzeberg.
No, no! The greatest and most terrifle
battle is now being fought all the world
over, It is the battle for bread. The
ground toue of the finest passage of one of |
the great musical masterpieces, the artist |
eays, was suggested to Lim by the ery of;
Many ot ths great- |
Jat
these two contributions added tog:ther'!
skele- |
By sitting down in em- | ! 1
great Centennial Exhibition was being held
«populace of Vienna as the king
vol tweoagh and they shouted, ‘‘Breadl
Give us bread!” And all through the
great harmonies of musical academy and
cathedral I hear the pathos, the ground
tone, the tragedy of uncounted multi-
tudes, who, with streaming eyes and wan
cheeks and broken hearts, in behalf ot
themselves and their families, are pleads
ing for bread.
Let us take another look around and see
how we may serve our generation. Let us
see, as far as possible, that they have
enough to wear. God looks upon the
human race, and knows just how many in-
habitants the world has. The statistics of
the world’s population are carefully taken
in eivilized lands, and every few years
officers of the government go through
the land and count how many peo-
ple there are in the United States or
England, and great accuracy is reached.
But when people tell us how many inhabit-
ants there are in Asia or Africa, at best it
must be a wild guess. Yet God knows the
exact number of people on our planet, and
He has made enough apparel for each, and
if there be tifteen hundred million, fifteen
thousand, fifteen hundred and fifteen peo-
ple, then there is enough apparel for fif-
teen hundred million, fifteen thousand, fif-
teen hundred and fifteen. Not slouchyap-
parel, not ragged apparel, not insufficient
apparel, but appropriate apparel. At least
two suits for every being on earth, a sum-
mer suit and a winter suit. A good pair
of shoes for every living mortal. A good
coat, a good hat, or a good bonnet, and a
good shawl, and a complete masculine or
feminine outfit of apparel. A wardrobe for
all nations, adapted to all climates, and
not a string or a button or a pin or a hook
or an eye wanting.
But, alas! where are the good clothes for
three-fourths of the human race? The
other one-fourth have appropriated them.
The fact ig, there needs to be and will be,
a redistribution. Not by anarchistic vio-
lence. If outlawry had its way, it would
rend and tear and diminish, until, instead
of three-fourths of the world not properly
attired, four-fifths would be in rags. I will
let you know how the redistribution will
take place. By generosity on the part of
those who have a surplus, and increased
industry on the part of those suffering
from deficit. Not all, but the large majority
of cases of poverty in this eountry are a
result of idleness or drunkenness, either
on the part of the present sufferers or their
ancestors. In most cases the rum jug is
the maelstrom that has swallowed down
the livelihood of those who are in rags.
But things will change, and by generosity
on the part of the crowded wardrobes, and
industry and sobriety on the part of the
empty wardrobes, there will he enough for
all to wear.
Again, let us look around and see how
we may serve our generation. What short-
sighted mortals we would be if we were
anxious to clothe and feed only the most
insignificant part of a man, namely, his
body, while we put forth no effort to clothe
and feed and save his soul. Time is a little
piece broken off a great eternity. What are
wo doing for the souls of this present gener-
ation? Let me say it is a generation worth
saving. Most magnificent men and women
are in it. We make a great ado about the
improvements in navigation,and in locomo-
tion, and in art and machinery. We remark
what wonders of telegraph and telephone
and thestethoscope. What improvement is
electric light over a tallow candle! Butall
these improvements are insignificant com-
pared with the improvement inthe human
race. Inolden times,oncein a while, a great
and good man or woman would come up,
and the world has made a great fussabout
it ever since; but now they are so numer-
ous, we scarcely sreakabout them. We put
a halo about the people of the past, but I
think if the times demanded them, it would
be found we have now living in this year
1898 fifty Martin Luthers, fifty George
Washingtons, fifty Lady Huntingdons, fifty
Elizabeth J¥rys. During our Civil War
more splendid warriors in North and South
wera developed in four years than the
whole world developed in the previous
twenty years. [ challenge the 4000 years
before Christ to show me the equal of
charity on a large scale of George Pea-
body. This generation of men and women
is more worth saving than any one of the
180 generations that have passed off.
Where shall we begin? With ourselves.
That is the pillar from which we must
start. Prescott, the blind historian, tells
us how Pizarro saved his urmy for the
right when they were about deserting him.
With his sword he made a long mark on
the ground. He said: “My men, on the
north side are desertion and death; on the
south side is victory; on the north side
Panama and poverty; on the south side
Peru with all its riches. Choose for your-
selves; for my part I go to the south.”
Stepping aeross the line one by one his
troops followed, and finally his whole
army.
How to get saved? Be willing to accept
Christ, and then accept Him instantane-
ously and forever. Get on the rock first,
and then you will be able to help others
upon the same rock. Men and women have
been saved quicker than I have been talk-
ing about it. What! Without a prayer?
Yes. What! Without time to deliberately
think it over? Yes. What! Without a tear?
Yes, believe, 'T'hat is all. Believe what?
I That Jesus died to save you from sin and
| death and Hell.
The lack of the right kind cof food is the |
After |
drinking what many of our grocers call i
Will you? Do you? You
have. Something makes me think you have.
New light has come into vour countenances.
Welcome! welcome! Haill Hail! Saved
yourselves, how are you to save others? By
testimony. Cell it to your family. Tell it
to your business associates. Tell it every-
where, We will successfully preach no
more religion, and will successfully talk no
more religfon thau we ourselves have. The
most of that which you do to benefit the
souls of this generation you will effect
Go wrong,
others to gzo
that will in-
When the
will induce
Go right, and
others to go right.
that
dnee
in Philadelphia the question came up
among the directors as to whether they
should keep the exposition open on Sun-
days, when a director, who was a man of
the world from Nevada arose and said, his
voice trembling with emotion, and tears
running down his cheeks: ‘I feel like a re-
turned prodigal. Twenty yearsago I went
West and into a region where we had no
Sabbath, but to-lay old memories come
back to me, and I remember what my glori-
fled mother taught me about keeping Sun-
day, and I seem to hear her voice again
and feel as I did when every evening I
knelt by her side.in prayer. Gentlemen, I
vote for the observance of the Christian
Sabbath,” and he carried everything by
storm, and when the question was, put,
‘‘Shall we open the exhibition on the Sab-
bath??’ it was almost unanimous, ‘‘No,”’
“No.” What one man can do if he does
right, boldly right, emphatically right!
confess to you that my one wish isto
serve this generation, not to antagonize
it; not'to damage it, not to rule it, but to
serve it. I would like to do something
toward helping unstrap its load, to stop its
tears, to balsam its weunds, and to induce
it to put foot on the upward road that has
as ifs terminus acclamation rapturous
and gates pearline, and garlands ama-
ranthine, and fountains rainbowed, and
dominions enthroned and coroneted, for I
cannot forget that lullaby in the closing
words of my text: ‘‘David after he had
served hisown generation by the willof God,
fell on sleep.”” What a lovely sleep it was.
Untilial Absalom did not tr,uble it. Ambi-
tious Adonijah did not worry it. Persecut-
ing Saul did not harrow it. Exile did not
fill it with nightmare. Since a red-headed
boy amid his father's flocks at night, he
had not had such a good sleep. At seven.-
ty years of age he laid down to it. He had
had many a troubled sleep, as in the gav-
erns of Adullam, or in the palace at the
time his enemies were attempting his cap-
ture. But this was a peaceful sleep, a
calm sleep, a restfui sleep, a glorious sleep,
“After he had served his generation by the
will of God, he fell on sleep.”
More than one hundred collisions oec-
curred on Japanese railroads in 1897.
(EVTONE STATE NEWS COMDERSED
A DISTRACTED MOTHER. *
Attempted Suicide When Two of Her Boys Were Found
Drcwned in a Creek.
William Linehart, of Coudersport,
was strolling along Kettle Creek, near
Cross Forks, one day last week, when
he discovered a boy's clothes on the
bank. He guilt a. "dog raft” and rowed
out into deep water, where he discov-
ered the body of T7-year-old Henry
Ritchie, the son of a neighbor, lying
at the bottom. Two other suits of
clothing were then fecund and a fur-
ther search disclosed the bodies of an-
other Ritchie bey, aged 4 years, and
that of Harry Goodravies, a plavmate,
peed Ro ~cav The boys left home carly
to attend the cows, and it is supposed
that the trio went into the creek to
batne. when the mother of the Ritchie
boys learned of her sons’ fate she ran
to the creek and threw herself in. Sha
was rescued.
The following pensions were granted
last week: John F. Lamme, Frank-
fort Springs, Beaver, $8 to $10; Daniel
VanLoan, Athens, $14 to $17; William
Milburn, Jr., Bedford, $4 to 330:
Samuel Dasbury, Canonsburg, $6 to
$10; Hannah J. Neish, New Brighton,
$8; James Swift. Woodcock, Crawford,
$8; Sarah C. Suders, McConnelsburg,
$8; John Crawford, Bennington Fur-
nace, Blair, $8; Winfield 8. Rose,
Meadville, $6; Henry Kitner, New
Bloomfield, $8 to $14; James Campbell,
Indiana, $6 to $8; Samuel T. Dixon.
Snowshce, Center, $8 to $12; Charles
Garrett, Bellefonte, $8 to $10; Joseph
M. Miller, Brockwayville, $6 to $10;
James Black, Pittsburg, $6; Jeremiah
B. Foulke, Monongahela, $8: Michacl
J. Cooper, Lcretto, $12; James Riley,
Williamsburg, $8; Charles W. Taft,
Geneva, $10.
Andrew Gardner, an aged Tyrona
bridegroom who disobeyed an injunc-
tion issued to prohibit him from enter-
ing into a matrimonial alliance with
Miss Sarah Ellen Graffius, pending an
examination into his mental condition,
was fined $100 and costs by Judge Bell
recently for contempt of court. Mr.
Gardner and his fiancee were married
in Huntingdon county, after the
court’s injunction had bhzen served on
them. A commission last week ad-
judged Gardner to be of sound mind
and an eligible candidate for matri-
monial honors. The injunction has
been sued out by Gardner's: children.
A terrific cyclone swept over Spring-
field township last Wednesday. At
Springfield Center, William Brace,
aged 24, was in his barn milking. The
building was destroyed and Brace was
instantly killed, as were 14 cows. C.
M. Comfort and Frederick A. Voorhis,
of Mansfield, who were touring the
country with an advertising wagon for
the Tioga County Fair, sought shelter
in the barn of Schuyler Gates, near
Springfield Center. The building was
blown down and both men were killed.
Their horses were also crushed to
death. Two fine horses belonging to
Gates also were killed.
William T. Ward, aged about 44,
head roller at the Sharon iron works,
was killed Tuesday afternoon. He was
engaged in straightening a piece of
cold sheet iron, when he fell on the
edge, striking on his neck. His throat
was cut almost front ear to ear, and
his windpipe and jugular vein was
severed. He lived just: twenty-five
minutes. Mr. Ward was president of
the borough council and a Republican.
He leaves a widow and three children.
The westbound Erie mail train on
the Philadelphia and Erie Railroad
was wrecked a few days ago at North
Bend, near Lock Haven, caused by
the locomotive jumping the track. In-
gineer John M. Butler, of Harrisburg,
had both legs cut off and diel soon af-
ter. Fireman John Kutz and 3ag-
gagemaster Devictor, both of Harris-
burg, were also slightly injured.
Fire and an explosion of dynamite
the other night destroyed the glue and
phosphate works of Hyman Ehrhart,
on the banks of Conestoga (reek, east
of Lancaster. “Stored in one of the
buildings was a considerable quantity
of dynamite, used for blasting. While
the fire was raging this dynamite ex-
ploded. No person was injured. l.oss,
$5,000; no insurance.
E. D. Powell, of West Middlesex, has
begun proczedings against the borough
for damages for unlawfully imprison-
ment. His cow broke out of the shed
and ran loose in the streets. He was
arrested and fined $2, but refused to
pay it, whereupon he was locked up
for 48 hours. He says his reputation
was damaged several thousand dollars.
Voluntary manslaughter was the
verdict of the jury at Uniontown, try-
ing Thomas Brownfie'd for the murder
of ‘‘Bud” Braddee, grandson of the
oldtime mail robber, Dr. Braddee.
Braddee was auarrelsome, attacked
Brownfield, who is a cripple. and after
Brownfield had been kn ckel down, he
shot Braddee.
William J. Williams, aged 18, was ac-
cidentally killed while hunting on the
mountain near Wilkebarre, the other
day. He stood his loaded gun against
a tree, and then, unthinkingly, struck
the trigger with his foot. The weapon
was discharged and the entire load of
shot entered his side. He died an hour
later.
Lizzie Kussell, a i-year-old girl, was
shot and instantly killed a few days
ago at Scranton, by Mary Moran, 14
vears of age. The Moran girl was
playing with her father's scelf-cocking
revolver, when it accidentally went
off. She was arrested, but was later
released on the Coroner's advice.
Greensburg may yet secure the gift
of a library offered by Andrew Car-
negie. As the Council refused to ac-
cept the conditions laid down, it has
been suggested that the public school
board assume the responsibility of
maintaining the institution, and this
likely will be the result.
Grant Kitt, a former clerk in the
Juniata shops at Altoona, of the Penn-
sylvania Railroad Company, has been
sent to jail, charged with f(rging com-
pany passes. Albert, alias “Kid,”
Ross, and Samuel March, who were ac-
cused as accomplices, have been dis-
charged.
Frank L. Wilson has received a let-
ter written at St. Michaels, Alaska,
which stated that George Bevington
committed suicide August 5. Beving-
ton was a son of the late Capt. James
Bevington of Freedom and 36 years old.
For several years he was a river
steamboatman.
James. Hunt, a carpenter, while
working on the tipple at Oliphant fur-
nace at Uniontown, was struck by
lightning last Monday and hurled to
the ground, a distance of 100 feet, be-
ing instantly killed. He was a brother
of Jury Commissioner Adolphus Hunt.
Charles B. Garvis, a traveling den-
tist, was arrested at Clarksville, near
Greenville, recently to answer to a
$5,000 damage case brought against
him by Samuel Bowman. Mr. DBow-
man alleges that Garvis extracted a
tooth for him and broke his jaw Rone.
A petition signed by the citizens and
business men of Greenville, has been
sent to the War Department and alze
to Governor Hastings asking that the
Fifteenth Regiment, Pennsyivanin
Volunteer Infantry, be discharged trons
the service.
Captain Gustave Schaaf, Com-
pany A, Tenth Regiment, of Mononga-
hela, writes home from Manila under
date of July 25, via Hong Kong. ile
states his company was the tirst one of
the Tenth Regiment to be under actual
fire.
Sheriff Chalfant, of Fayette county.
has closed the Dunbar House, at Dun-
bar, J. J. McFarland, proprietor, and
has advertised a sale to be held Sep-
tember 12. The seizure was made
the suit of S. E. Ewing et al.
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THE SABBATH-SCHOOL LESSON
INTERNATIONAL LESSON COMMENTS
FOR SEPTEMBER 8.
Lesson Text: “Captivity of the Ten Tribes,’”
1I Kings xvii., 9-18=Golden Text: I
Chronicles xxviii., 9=Commentary on
the Lesson by the Ilev. D. M. Stearns
9. ‘““And the children .of Israel did secretly
those things that were not right against
the Lord their God.” For 23) years God
had borne with the continued and inereas-
ing sin of these ten tribes who persisted in
following in the steps of their first king,
Jeroboam, of which it is written so often
that he made Israel to sin. During these
years they had nineteon kings, but not one
who feared God. -In Deut.iv., 25-27, they
had warning as to what would come upon
them if they sinned against God, but in
spite of all warnings and entreaties they
persisted fn their sins. With such words
ns Ps. exxxix., 1-12, before them how de-
ceived by satan they wera to think that
God conld not see in secret!
10. “And they set them up images and
groves in every high hill, and under every
green trea.” Even Solomon did this, and
Judah after Solomon's death (I Kings xi..
7, 8; xiv., 22, 23), but Israel exceeded. Ses
the plain and express command forbidding
these things in Deut. xif., 2-4. and xvi., 21,
22, with theadded words in xii., 32, “What
thing soever [ command you, observe to do
it: thou shalt not add thereto nor diminish
from it,” and the warning in Deut, viil., 19,
“If thou do at all forget the Lord thy God,
and walk after other gods, and serve them
and worship them, I testify against you
this dav, that ye shall surely perish.” /
11. “And there they burnt incense in ali
the high places, as did the heathen whom
the Lord carried away before them.” In
the days of Samuel they insisted upon hav-
ing a king that they might be like other
nations (I Sam. viii., 19-22), thus rejecting
the Lord who was their King and turniug
their backs upon Him who loved them and
had done all things for them. They sacri-
ficed unto their net and burned incense
auto their drag (Hab. i., 16), tlinking that
their blessings came through them instead
of from God.
12. “For they served idols, whereol the
Lord had said unto them, Ye shall not do
this thing.” See Ex. xX, 3-5; Lav. xxvi.,
1, and consider how the devil stirs people
to go directly ngainst God even as when
God raid, “In the day thou eatest thereof
thou shalt surely die,” and tha devil said,
“Ye shall not surely die” (Gen. ii., 17;
iil., 4). One is our Master, even Christ,
and we should be able to say, “Whose I
am, and whom 1 serve’ (Math. xxiii., 8, 10;
Acts xxvii., 23), for we cannot serve God
and Mammon, but notwithstanding that
wo are assured that the friendship of the
world is enmity with God and that we ara
not to be conformed to this world (Jas. iv.,
4; Rom. xii., 2), yet many who bear the
name of Christ conform to the world as
persistently as Israel served idols.
13. *‘Yet the Lord testified against Ts-
rael and against Judah by ali the prophets
and by all the seers, saying, Turn ye from
vour evil ways.” Consider Isa. i., 18; Jer..
jii., 12: xxv. 5. Ezek, xviii.,;;3}; xxxiii., 11;
Hos. xiv., 1, and compare with IL Pet. iii.,
0; John iii., 16, and see how from the day
that God sought Adam and Eve in their
hiding place in Eden until the story of
Rev. ix., 20, 21, how He is ever seeking to
have His wandering ones return to Him.
He even puts the words in their mouth
which they shall say when they return to
Him (Hos. xiv., 2). In the story of the
prodigal in Luke xv. He teaches us how
the wanderer is loved and sought for by
God the Father, God the Son, and God the
Holy Spirit.
14. “Notwithstanding they would not
hear.” In Isa. xxx., 15, He cries, ‘‘In re-
turning and rest shall ye besaved; in quiet-
ness and confldence shall be your strength,
and ye would not,”> In Math. xvfii., 37,
Heo says, “How often would I, and ye would
not.’’ In Ps. Ixxxi., 13,11, He says, ‘Oh,
that My people had hearkened unto Me,
and Israel had walked in My ways, but My
people would not hearken to My voice and
Isrsel would none of Me.” He sver longs
to pave and bless, but has to ery, “Ye will
not come unto Me.” He came unto His
own and His own received Him nol; He was
in the world and the world was made hy
Him, and the world knew Him not: He
only asks us to have faith in Him, to yield
to Him, trust Him and follow Him. \Vhy
will we not? :
15. “They. followed vanity and begcamg
vain and went after the heathen that wefe
round about them.” In Jor. x.,8, 15, speak-
ing of idols and their worship, the Spirit,
through the prophet, says, “The stock is a
doctrine of vanities; graven and molten
images are vanity and the work of errors.”
The same chapter says that the Lord is the
true God, the living God and King of eter-
ity, the Creator of heaven and earth. In
be ii., 13. He says that His people have
forsaken Him, the fountain of living waters,
and have hewn them out cisterns that can
hold no water. The whale book of Eccle-
siastes teaches that all under the sun is
vanity, but in the Song of Solomon we learn
of Hin who is altogether lovely, who alone
san satisty the soul. -
16. ‘They left all the commandments of
the Lord their God and made them molten
images.” He brought them out of Egypt
that He might be their God and they His.
people, that other nations seeing God in
and throngh them might turn from the
folly of idolatry to the God of Israel, the
only living and true God. But when Israel
turns away from the true God to worship
the idols of the heathen what can the
heathen conclude but that the God ot
Israel is not as good as their gods? Thus
Israel dishonored their God.
17 “They sold themselves to do evil in
the sight of the Lord, to provoke Him to
anger.” In I Kings xxi., 20, 25, Elijah said
to Ahab, ‘“Thou hast sold thyself to work
evil in the sight of the Lord.”” See also
Isa. l., 1; lii., 3. There are two bidders for
our souls—God and the devil. The latter
offers us the pleasures of sin for a season,
but tries to hide from us the awful here-
after or to tell us that there is no future
torment; but see Math, xxv., 41; Luke
xvi., 23; Rev. xiv., 9-11. God offers peace
and joy now through His redemption and
eternal glory hereafter, but how many,
like Israel, prefer the service of satan and
the pleasures of sin and believe the devil's
lie about the hereafter! ’
18. “Therefore the Lord was very angry
with Israel and removed them out of His
sight. There was none left but the tribe of
Judah orly.” The very next verse says
Judah also kept not the commandments of
the Loxd. Yet God spared them a little
longer. In the last lesson of the next quar-
ter we shall hear of their eaptivity also.
But as truly as prophecy was fulfllled in
the punishment of Israel (verse 23), so
shall prophecy be fulfilled in their future
restoration (Jer. xxxii., 41; Amos ix., 14.
15), when Israel shall blossom apd bud and
fll the face of the earth with fruit (fsa.
gxvii., 6).—Lesson Helper.
Butter and bacon are declared by a
medical writer to be the most nourish-
ing of all foods