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A SERMON FOR SUNDAY
{AN ELOQUENT DISCOURSE ENTITLED
+ STONING JESUS.”
The Rev. Dr. J. Wilbur Chapman Pleads
. For a Fair Censideration of the Claims
of the Religion of Christ—Anything is
Better Than Being Indifferent.
£ New York City.—The following sermon
entitled, “Stoning Jesus,” was preached
by the great evangelist, the Rev. Dr. J.
fWilbur Chapman, from the text: “Then
the Jews took up stones again to ‘stone
Him.” John x: 31.
The shining of the sun produces two
effects in the world, one exactly the op-
rosite of the other. In one place it en-
livens, beautifies and strengthens; in the
others it deadens, mars and decays. So
it is with the Gospel of Christ. It is unto
some a “savor of life unto life;” unto oth-
ers 1t is “a savor of death unto death.”
No it was with the coming of Christ into
the world. He brought to light the truest
affection and the deepest hatred. Men
loved darkness rather than light, so
Christ’s coming inte the world could only
disturb them.
If you go into the woods on a summer’s
day, and if it be possible, turn over one
of the logs which may be near to you,
you will find underneath hundreds of
ittle insects; the moment the light strikes
them they run in every direction. Dark-
ness is their life; they hate the light. But
if you journey a little further and lift a
stone, which for a little time has been
covering the grass or the little flowers, the
moment you would lift the obstruction
these things would begin to grow. The
light is their life; they die in the dark-
ness.
Christ’s coming into the svorld pro-
voked the bitterest prejudice and. called
forth the deepest devotion. imeon, a
devout man, was in the temple when the
young child Jesus was brought in, and he
took Him up in his hands and blessed God,
and said, “Lord, lettest mow Thy servant
depart in peace, according to Thy word,
for now my eyes have seen Thy salva-
tion.” It was just the opposite with
Herod. When the king heard concerning
Jesus he sent the wise men that he might
find out through them where He was,
and when they did not return, he was ex-
+ ceeding wroth, and sent forth and slew
all the children that were in Bethlehem
and in all the coast thereof two years and
under, according to the time which he had
diligently inquired of the wise men. These
are the two extremes.
John’s gospel is the gospel of love, but
in it we find the same great differences.
Where can you find such sweetness as is
contained in these words— For God so
loved the world that He gave His only
begotten Son, that whosever believeth in
Him should not perish but have everlast-
ing life?” Where is there such tenderness
as in this expression—‘Jesus wept?”
Only two words, and yet on them the
sorrowing world rests, taking comfort and
consolation! But where can you find such
hatred ms expressed in John wviii.: 59,
“Then took they up stones to cast at
Him?” and again in the text, “Then the
Jews took up stones again to stone Him?”
When you remember whom they were
stoning, the Son of Man and the Son of
God, the One who was going about doing
good, the sin is something awful to think
about. This text and the verse that fol-
Jows is a beautiful illustration of hate and
love, brutality and tenderness. He had
just said, “I and my Father are one,”
words which should have made the hearts
of the people leap for joy; that He-was
one with Jehovah, who had led their fore-
fathers from Egypt to Caanan; who had
spoken the worlds into existence; had
held the winds in His fists; in whose
hands the seas washed to and fro. You
would have thought at these expressions
of the Master every knre would have been
bowed in loving devotion; but not so.
The Jews took up the stones again with
which to stone Him, and He gave them
one of the tenderest answers His heart
could dictate— ‘Many good works have I
shown you from My Father, for which of
these do you stone Me?”
The text is an illustration of the fact
that those who were models in fairness
of their treatment of men are most unfair
“in their treatment of Jesus Christ. If
vou are familiar with the mode of stoning
offenders in the early days, you will be
able to see how true this was of the Jews.
The crier marched before the man who
was to die, proclaiming the man’s sins and
the name of the witnesses appearing
against him. This was for the humane
purpose of enabling any one who was ac-
quainted with the circumstances in the
case to go forward and speak for him,
and the prisoner was held until the mea
evidence was given. But the Jews were
not. so considerate of Jesus; when He
said, “TI and My Father are one,” imme-
diately they began to stone Him.
All “that is asked for our religion, for
Christ and for the Bible is just a fair
consideration of their claims. The Bible,
we claim, is the word of God, not because
it is old only, but because it is both old
and true. It seems as if it were written
for us as individuals; it is my present an-
swer to my present need. We simply
present the Book in evidence. Suppose
you try to find its equal; suppose you try
to produce its simplest parable; failure
would be the result. Our religion is the
same; we only ask for it a fair considera-
tion. For Christ it is just the same. In
England not long ago a woman was lec-
turing against our religion, and after she
had closed. one of fhe mill-hands said,
“I would like to ask the lecturer this one
question: Thirty years ago I was the curse
of this town and everybody in it. I tried
to do better and failed. The teetotaler
got hold of me, and I signed the pledge
and broke it. The police took me and
sent me to prison. and the wardens tried
10 make me better, and I began to drink
as soon as I left my cell. When all had
“failed, I took Christ as my Savior, and
He made a new man of me. I am a mem-
ber of the church. a class-leader and su-
verintendent of the Sunday-school. If
Christ is a myth and veligion is untrue,
Tow could I be.so helped by them?” :
Men are still stoning Jesus Christ. Per-
haps you shrink from the conduct of the
Jews and cry, “For shame!” but there is a
worse way to stone Him than that. Men
can hurt you far miore than by striking
you in the face or beating you with
stripes. Do you imagine that Christ's
worst suffering was when they cast stones
at Him, or scourged Him, or put nails
through His hands? I am sure not. but it
was rather when He came unto His own,
and His own received Him not: when
they called Him “this fellow:” when He
was in Gethsemane in an agony; when He
was on the cross and He felt so forsaken
‘that His heart broke. .
If He were here to-day in the flesh as
He is in the Spirit, I am sure there are
ways we could hurt Him more than by
taking up stones from the very streets
and casting them in His blessed face until
His eyes were blinded bz the blood drops
falling down.
INCONSISTENCY.
IT. Have vou ever no'‘zed the sadness
which throbbed in the words of our
Savior at the Last Supper, “One of you
shall betray me?’ or when He was walk-
ing with them toward the garden, “All
of you shall be offended this night be-
cause of Me?’ or wnen He was in the
garden and we hear Him saying: “What,
could you not watch vv'th Me one hour?”
The stone that hurts Christ most is not the
one that is cazt by the unbelieving world;
He expects that; it is the one that is
cast by His own people, and there is only
one stone that they can cast at Him, and
that is the one of inconsistency to talk
one way and live another, confessing with
the lips and denying in the walk. You
never took a step in the wrong direction
but it was a stone cast at Christ. I have
heard of a young lady who was engaged
in the greatest amount of pleasure and
frivolity, nearly forgetful of her loyalty"
to Christ. One day being asked by her
companions to go to a certain place. she
refused on ‘he ground that it was Com-
munion Sunday in the church. In amaze-
ment her friends asked her, “Are you a
communicant?’ If the world does mot
know it, if our friends do not know it, we
gr taking up stones with which to stone
im.
HATRED.
II. On the part of those who are not
His followers, with some it is‘ absolute
hatred; certainly it was so with the Jews.
You read in the text that they took up
stones again. The first time we read of
their stoning Christ is in the eighth chap-
ter of John, and it is supposed that they
were near a place where stones abounded
and it was very easy to pick them up
The second time they were near Solo
mon’s porch; and it is a question if there
wera any stones there to be found. So if
is thought that they carried them all the
way, perhaps only dropping them as they
listened to His speech. by which the;
were so enraged that they stooped ant
picked them up and hurled them at Him.
Are you casting these stones at Christ
Remember that He said, “He that is no
with Me is against Me.”
INDIFFERENCE.
Iil. With many it is the stone of indif-
ference. Tt was one of the first cast at
Him in the world. It began at the man-
ger, going to the cross, and it is still
being thrown. With curling lips and in-
solent contempt men said, “Js this not
the carpenter’s son?’ When He was on
the cross, they said in derision, “He saved
others; now let Him save Himself.” It is
now the ninth hour and darkness is settled
about the nlace. Tisten! His lips are
moving: “Eloi! Eloi!” Surely this will
move them: but some one says, “He is
calling for Elias; let us see if he will come
to Him.” This is all like the gathering of
a storm to me: first the cloud was the
size of a man’t hand, that is, at Bethle-
hem; it is larger at Egypt; heavier at
Nazareth; darker in Jerusalem; then He
comes up to the Mount of Olives, and the
cloud seems to break as He cries out,
“Oh! Jerusalem, Jerusalem!” >
Have you been indifferent to Christ?
Anything is better than that; better out-
spoken opposition to Him than to be theo-
retically a believer and to be practically
denving Him. How can you be indifferent
to Him?
A man working on one of the railroads
in the State of Indiana discovered, one
morning, that the bridge had fallen, and
he remembered that the train was due. He
started down the track to meet her, saw
her coming, and, raising his hands, pointed
to the bridge, but on she came, having no
time to lose. He threw himself across the
track, and the engineer, thinking him a
madman, stopped the train. The man
arose and told his story and saved the lives
of hundreds. Christ did this for you; He
purchased your redemption by the giving
of Himself whether vou have accepted this
salvation or not. Will you stone Him for
that?
UNBELIEF.
IV. When He said: “I and My Father
are one,” they cast another stone at Him.
That was unbelief. Indifference was hard
to bear; hatred cut like a knife, but unbe-
lief was the crowning sin of the Jews.
Many are hurling it at Him to-day. He
has promised to save us if we only believe,
and we need only to trust Him to be
saved. A little girl in Glasgow who had
just fcund peace was heard counseling one
of her playmates in this way: “I say, las-
sie, do as I did, grip a promise and hold on
to it, and you will be saved.” and there is
salvation in the child’s words.
ow read the verse that immediately
follows the text: “Many good works have
I shewed you from My Father: for which
of those works do you stope Me?” 1It-is
supposed that some of the Jews had actu-
ally struck Him with a stone, and this
drow forth from im words tender
enough, pathetic enough to turn aside the
hatred of one who had a heart of stone.
DO NOT STONE-HIM.
1. Because of what He was, they called
Him the bright and morning star; the
9 fairest of all the children of men; the
chiefest among ten thousand. Oh, that we
might have our eyes open to behold Him!
2. Fifty years ago there was a war in
India with England. On one occasion sev-
eral English officers were taken prisoners;
among them was one man named Baird.
On2 of the Indian officers brought fetters
to put.on them all. Baird had been sorely
wounded and was suffering from his weak-
ness. A gray-haired officer said, “You will
not put chains on that man, surely?’ The
answer was, “I have just as many fetters
as prisoners, and they must all be worn.”
Then said the old hero, “Put two pairs on
me.” Baird lived to gain his freedom,
but the other man went down to his death
doubly chained. But what if he had worn
the fetters of all in the prison, and what
if volutarily he had left a palace to wear
chains, to suffer the stripes and endure
the agony? That would be a poor illustra-
tion of all that Christ has done for you
and for me. Will you stone Him for that?
3. Because of what He is to-day. In
1517 there was a great riot in London, in
which houses were sacked and a general
insurrection reigned; guns in the tower
were thundering against the insurgents
and armed bands were assailing them on
every side. Three hundred were arrested,
tried and hanged; five hundred were cast
into prison. and were to be tried before
the king, Henry VIII. As he sat in state
on the throne the door opened and in they
came, every man with a rope about his
neck. Before sentence could be passed on
them three queens entered, Catherine of
Aragon. wife of the king; Margaret of
Scotland. sister of the king, and Mary of
France. They approached the throne, knelt
at the feet of His Majesty and there re-
mained pleading until the king forgave the
five hundred trembling men. >
But there is a better intercession than
that going on for you and for me at this
moment. Will you stone Him for that?
Looking out from the windows of heaven
the Son of God beheld people heavily bur-
dened, bearing the eight of their sins,
groping about in their blindness, crying,
“Peace! peace!” and there was no peace.
And He said, “TI will go down and become
bone of their bone and flesh of their flesh;
J will open their eyes and bear their bur-
dens, forgive their sins and give them
weace.”” Between man and the Father's
house was a great gulf, wider than the dis-
tance from east to west, deeper than the
distance from north to south, but Christ’s
coming bridged the gulf over. Across the
chasm He cast His cross, and on the other
side I see Him standing, His arms out-
spread. His attitude one of pleading. Lis-
ten! you will hear Him saying, “Come unto
Me, come unto Me, whosoever will. let
him come.” Will you stone Him for that?
A Will Power. 3
Jt is the written law of God that man
shall receive according to his gifts. The
law holds in every relation in life, as we
deal with men so will men deal with us.
Every action in'life has its measured con-
sequences. The law of reciprocity holds on
all occasions. A man is not entirely sub-
ject to his environment. We often hear
men complain that they are victims of cir-
cumstances, but God has given us a will
power which if we but properly exert it
will prevail over the evil influences of our
surroundings.—The Rev. H. E. Cobb, New
York City.
What a Man Really Ts.
What a man intends to be is what he
really iz. He may, indeed, realize that he
ought not to be that, but-to be something
better. He may, perhaps, wish, at times,
to rise above his chosen course, but this
amounts to little while he really, in his
heart of hearts. intends to pursue the
othe: path. God knows what we intend
to be, and He judges us accordingly. This
is the idea of the inspired declaration:
“As he thinketh within himself (as a man
purposeth in his inner self), so is he.”’—
Sunday-School Times.
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WHERE NO ONE. LIVES.
WEIRD TALE .OF THE GREATEST
ESKIMO VILLAGE EVER BUILT.
Boom Town on the Ice Where Thirty-
three Whaling Vessels Were Abandoned
~All Went Well Until a Quantity of
Liquor Was Found Among the Stores.”
In South Africa, as is well known,:
news travels from one portion of the
country to another by what is called
the “Kaffir telegraph” more rapidly
than it does by regular white man
routes. Some such a service must be
common to the Arctic Eskimo, for
many things seem to come to his
knowledge from far distant sources.
Thus, in the fall of 1871 thirty-
three whaling vessels were caught and
abandoned in the ice near Wainwright
Inlet, on the Arctic coast of North
America, word seemed to flash along
the coast and far inland among the
Eskimo villages, and from igloo and
topek the people headed north and east
and west to the shore where lay the
greatest windfall in all Eskimo history.
The whalemen had escaped merely with
their lives, their boats and scant pro-
visions. All else was left behind; and
the value of the whalebone, stores and
vessels was not far from a million and
a half in American dollars.
To this place of great riches traveled
all tribes that had means of travel.
From the bleak coast far east of the
mouth of the Mackenzie river, from
the sandy peninsula of Point Hope,
from the villages of the northern shore
of Kotzebue Sound, and from the far
interior along the Kobuk, the Noatak
and Seclawik rivers the tribes saw the
others pack up and move, and hitched
up their dogs and followed, knowing
well that the prizes for such a jour-
ney at such a time of year must be
great else none would attempt it. Ear-
ly in December, about the time that
the sun ceases to rise in the southward
on that bleak coast, but merely lights
the southern sky with a rosy glow at
what should be noon, fully 3000 Eski-
mos had assembled and begun to build
the greatest Eskimo village ever known
in the history of the race.
The skin topeks were set up. Where
the wind had blown the snow bare from
the ledges, they quarried rough stone
and built igloos of these, chinked with
reindeer moss and banked with snow
for warmth. But many of them began
to dismantle the ships frozen all about
in the shore ice and build cabins from
their wood, for the Eskimo knows how
to build a rough wooden house when
he has the material. If you will visit
the Diomede islands, in the fierce cur-
rents of Bering Straits, today you will
see similar stone igloos and other built
of driftwood and rough boards, picked
up heaven knows where, reinforced by
canvas bought from visiting whalers,
and skins of seal and walrus.
Such were the nondescript abodes of
the new village; and here they settled
down in the darkness and fierce cold of
the Arctic midnight, content for near
at hand were provisicns and loot un-
dreamed of in any Eskimo dream be-
fore. -
The looting went on continuously,
and ag first there was enough for all.
The 1gloos became crowded with arms
and ammunition, implements, canvas,
lines and utensils. The ships’ stores
were proiken open and much taken, but
far more wasted, because the igror-
ant men of the sea beach and tundra
did not nnow the value of what they
had in hand. ‘The whalebone, of which
there was much, they took ashore, and
the hard bread was a special prize and
fought for accordingly, but the flour,
of which there wera great quantities,
they had not then learned the value of
and the barrels and sacks of that were
broken open and scattered about in
wanten ignorance,
With plenty of the prized hard tack,
with salt junk in barrels, with oil and
wood galore, it would seem that the
Eskimo miliennium was near at hand,
and that the tribes might live in peace
and plenty together for a long time to
come, and—who knows?—out of their
prosperity found a permanent city and
a higher schene cf Eskimo civilization
than they nad hitherto known. But
alas! the means of their undoing. had
come with the means of the upbuilding,
and their untutored wills might not re-
sist the serpent of their below zero
Eden. There was liquor left behind on
the ships. Not very much, if divided pro
rata among three thousand people, but
encugh to fight to get, and to fight still
harder because of when once gotten.
The fact is, a very little liquor will
upset a-great many Eskimos; and no
man can describe the orgies that be-
gan in the new Eskimo city, once this
had ‘begun to get in.its work .upon the
inhabitants. Tribal animosity, which
had been stilled by plenty and a com-
mon object, broke out afresh, and the
men of one village fought those of
another until sometimes but a spare re-
presentative of each was left. As the
wild orgy increased and the supply of
real liquor gave out, they broke into
the ships’ medicine chests, and tinc-
tures and solutions of deadly drugs
were used with fatal effect.
The wild orgy lasted till the spring
sun was well above the southern hori-
zon, and scarcely half the people of
the new city were left to see him rise.
These were half clad and emaciated.
The dogs, unfed had run away and been
lost, or died in the night and trackless
snow. The remnant of people were in
no condition to travel, yet travel they
would.
- It is probable that there were enough
stores left in and about the vessels to
have supported these well until they
had a chance to recuperate and still
male a village unique in size, and pros-
perous, put the survivors of this city
of the dead would have none of it. Dead
lay in every igloo; and a house in Es-
kimo land, whether temt or igloo or
temporary shelter, in which a person
has died, is henceforth tabooed, ‘and
must not be inhabited. i
The remnant of the tribes scattered
and fled toward their former homes,
but only a part of these ever reached
them. Scantily clad, their dogs dead
or scattered, the journey was one of
hardship and disaster long to be re-
membered, and the story of the village
of “Numaria” (where no one lives)
is still one of the mournful folk tales
of the Eskimos of northern Alaska to-
day.
. The next spring an enterprising trad-
er brought up in his ship a three-hole
bidarka from Unalaska, a port in the
Alcutians. When his ship was stop-
ped by the ice he went on in the bi-
darka, paddled by two men, and reach-
ed the village of dead by way of the
leads just opening in the sea between
the shore of ice and the pack. Here he
found no living thing save foxes and
crows making revel among the bodies
of the dead; but he did find such store
of whalebone that he reaped a harvest
which enabled him to visit the capi-
tals of Europe 1n the style of a bonan-
za king. The Eskimos had concen-
trated the whalebone of the abandoned
fleet in their ‘glcos, and though they
knew its value, their horror of the
place had been such that when they
fled they had neither taken it away nor
concealed it. ”
Such in brief is the story of the vil-
lage where no one lives. Few Eskimos
‘today care to enter its precincts, and
none will camp there. The ice and the
gales of winter, the deluges of rain
and the grass of summer work hard to
obliterate it, but still it may be found
and its ruins tell the tale of one brief
winter to too much plenty and the evil
effect of city life on the Innuit. With
him, as with the rest of us, self-con-
trol is not easily learned where ab-
stemiousness is continually forced. It
takes a far abler man to stand sudden
great prosperity than it does to sur-
vive lean years and narrow opportuni-
ties.—Winthrop Packard, in the New
York Mail and Express.
APPEARANCE TELLS OCCUPATION.
How to Distinguish the Various Classes
of Breadwinners.
The Manayunk Philosopher says that
by the appearance the occupation can
always be told. :
“We know the druggist,” he said
last night, “by his beard—a short
beard that parts down the middle of
the chin and ripples back toward the
ears in little curls and waves. Behold
a beard like that, and you have be-
held a druggist.
“We know the baker by his pallor
and his corpulence. All bakers are fat,
and they are all pale. What gives
them weight is their constant inhala-
tion of flour dust and healthy bread
odors, and their habit of constantly
tasting this and that and something
else. What makes them pale is their
night work. Sleeping all day, you see,
they and the sun never have a chance
to meet.
“You can tell a clerk by the droop
of his left shoulder and by the lump
on the side of his right middle finger.
His left shoulder is made lower than
the right one by the attitude in which
he sits and writes—an attitude where-
in thes left side is depressed and the
right one elevated for long hours at a
time. The lump on the side of the mid-
dle finger is a collosity that the pres-
sure of the pen causes. This lump is
at the first joint, on the side tow-
ards the forefinger, and all clerks have
it. \
“The jeweler reveals himself by the
way he holds his hands. Unconsciously,
through the daily lifting and setting
down and arranging of many costly,
fragile, tiny things, he comes to have a
delicate way with his hands, like awom-
an. He curls his little finger, and he
walks along with his hands held a lit-
tle out from his sides and making lit-
tle graceful, finicking movements in the
air.
“You can tell the blacksmith by his
tight coat sleeves. His biceps muscle
is twice as big as any other man’s, and
his coatsleeve fits it shirttight. -
“The coachman you tell by his hair
brushed out in front of his ears and by
his erect carriage. It used to be fash-
ionable for everybody to have the hair
brushed forward to the ears, but today
the coachman only wears it so.
“His perfumed: hands reveals the
dentist. ; This gentleman, because he
always Aavorks inside your mouth,
drenches his hands three or four
times a.day with cologne. There is al-
so about him frequently a penetrating
odor of the oil of cloves. Thus he is
easy enough to spot.
“Everybody knows that the sailor is
to be told by his rolling walk. He is
accustcmed to the unsteady deck of a
ship, and on dry land he rolls from side
to side, balancing himself as he would
do afloat.
“You tell the telephone girl by her
ear. The receiver of the headpiece that
she wears makes in the ear a circular
indentation—a faint indentation, but
one visible .enough, for all that, to
sharp eyes.”
Dangerous Criminals.
“Why,” said a lady, reproachfully, to
her husband, “you know when I say
Denmark I always mean Holland!”
Perhaps the city girl in the following
story, told by The Philadelphia Tele-
grapl, allowed herself a similar lati-
tude of expression:
She was sitting on the porch, lazily
rocking to and fro, and watching the
fireflies flitting about her companions
and said, in a musing tone:
“I wonder if it is true that fireflies
do get into the haymows sometimes
and set tiem afire?”
Everybody laughed at what was ap-
parently a pleasantry, but the young
lady looked surprised.
“Why,” said she, “it was only yester-
day that I saw in the paper an article
headed, ‘Work of Firebugs!’ It said
they had set a barn on fire. Really.”
SCIENCE AND INDUSTRY.
A white rust is an unexplained “dis-
ease” of English and German galvan-
ized iron that has developed within a
year or two.
In Roumania nearly all the sugar
mills, distilleries, gas works, hospitals
and manufactories now use petroleum
refuse as fuel, as well as the state
railway, upon which it is employed
largely for the locomotives. Coal,
which comes from England, costs $10
per ton.
A Brooklyn firm of coffee dealers
and sugar refiners is feeding 100 hors-
es used in its business upon molasses.
Each horse will eat from 10 to 15
pounds of molasses every day, the
cost being about 15 cents. It is said
that the horses thrive upon this fare.
The firm says that it got the idea from
the United States cavalry.
A California smelting works has re-
cently had constructed a steel stack,
160 feet high, which is lined through-
out with nine inches of firebrick.
The total weight of steel in the stack
is only 120,000 pounds, while the brick
lining weighs half a million pounds.
The first 25 feet of stack is made of
one-half material, the thickness above
gradually being reduced to one-quar-
ter inch for the last 40 feet. To pro-
vide for expansion the brick lining is
kept one-half inch from the steel
shell, with occasional clots of mortar
between the bricks and the plates.
Arizona engineers regard the Grand
Canon of the Colorado as affording one
of the greatest fields in existence for
the development of electricity from
water-power. In addition to the im-
mense power of the Colorado itself,
large stores of energy are available in
the smaller streams that leap into the
vast chasm. The plan by which the
power of the main stream will, it is
now thought, eventually be utilized is
that of “picking up” the fall of the
river by means of tunnels. At a point
about 70 miles north of Williams it is
said that a fall of 5000 feet can be
found in a distance but little exceeding
a mile.
The excellence of the Lick 36-inch
telescope, and the steadiness of the air
when the conditions are good on Mt.
Hamilton, are attested by the state-
ment of Mr. W. J. Hussey, one of the
observers there, that double stars
whose components are nearly equal in
brightness, can be measured if the dis-
tance between them exceeds one-tenth
of a second of arc. What this means in
accuracy of definition may be under-
stood by remembering the fact that
one-tenth of a second is equal to the
apparent diameter of the head of an
ordinary pin, viewed by the naked eye
—if the eye could see it—at a distance
of two miles.
At the recent meeting of the British
Association for the Advancement of
Science, Prof. Arthur Schuster called
attention to the great waste of power
in the science of meteorology, where
the workers are nearly all devoting
their energies solely to accumulating
observations. Those engaged in calcu-
lating the results of the vast collec-
tions of data are but few, and those oc-
cupied in deducting from them the
physical laws underlying meteorologi-
cal phenomena are still fewer. As a
consequence, undigested figures are ac-
cumulating to an extent which threat-
ens to crush future generations. Obser-
vations taken without a view to the so-
lution of some definite problem are of
comparatively little value.
Hearing Restored by a Live Wire,
One of the happiest boys in Pitts
burg is Charles McCormack, 11 yeard
old, whose home is in Independence
street, West End. His father, George
McCormick, is scarcely less gratifled
than the boy, who has been almost en:
tirely deaf for about seven years. His
hearing was impaired by another boy,
with whom he was playing, throwing
a giant firecracker, which exploded
close to his head. Medical men failed
to restore the damaged hearing. Now
he hears as well as he ever did, and
it was brought about almost instantly
by his stepping on a live wire Sunday,
while playing in the street where he
lives. He was thrown violently to the
ground and was badly frightened, but
when he rose he could hear as well
as his playmates could.—Pittsburg
Post.
Floats Ships With Acetylene.
M. Ducasse, a member of the council
of management of the Aero club, who
has already made remarkable scien-
tific observations in a balloon, has in-
vented a process of floating sunken
ships. It was tried successfully on a
10-ton boat on the Seine at Marly, and
consists of the use of small balloons
inflated below the water with acety-
lene gas. M. Ducasse foresees the ap-
plication of the invention to ships to
prevent their foundering in collisions.
—Paris ‘Correspondence New York
Herald.
Cornsialks and Straw for Fuel.
Edward Atkinson never lacks for in-
teresting suggestions in regard to the
possible economies of life, and he has
now been heard from on the subject
of fuel. Speaking before the Illinois
Manufacturers’ association a day or
two ago, he urged consideration of the
use of cornstalks and straw as fuel, |
when pressed to the density of hard
oak, as they might be. Such a fuel,
he declared, would be cheaper than
coal at 50 cents a ton.—Springfield Re-
publican,
Largely Supplied.
“Are you a man of family, Sir?”
“Yes, Sir; my son-in-law moves ip
to-day.”’—Detroit Free Press.
‘digs another hole and
PEARLS OF THOUGHT.
A contented man is often only ar
egotist.
Dreaming is sweet; doing is harder,
but sweeter. S >
In searching for means to an end
we often forget the end.
Many a man is flattered who is not
worthy of being praised.
Those who weary in well-doing are
those who do the least of it.
The man who is simply waiting to do
something is not always waiting to do
anything very important.
It is the most nicely balanced scales
which become most easily unbalanced.
And is it not so with men?
The path of duty may be narrow, but
it is not foo narrow to allow us to walk
abreast of our fellow men who go that
way.
The present is ours, but while we
are deciding what to do with it the
future comes and snatches it away
from us.
Many a man thinks he is a martyr to
unpleasant duty when he is simply do-
ing what he legally and morally is
obliged to do.
A man’s instinct tells him the differ-
ence between right and wrong. Thus
he judges the acts of others according-
ly—and makes excepticns in his own
case.
NEMESIS OF THE TARANTULA,
A Tiny Insect is the Worst Enemy of the
Deadly Spider.
That deadly pest of the southwest,
the tarantula, whose bite is certain
death to both man and beast, has at
last found its nemesis in the form of
a small wasp-like insect that is found
quite numerously in some regions.
The discovery of a tarantula killer
will be interesting news to all resi-
dents of the southland. The wonder-
ful phenomena is no more than the
black wash with silvery wings, which
is common in this locality. Hence-
forward he will be known as the tar-
antula killer, and will be looked upon
as a blessing to mankind by all who
are mortally afraid of the tarantula.
The female wasp keeps a I
out for the tarantula, which keeps just
as close lookout from fear for the
wasp. The latter lights quickly on the
tarantula, stings it once, which pro-
duces a drunken stupor, and then
drags the lifeless victim to a grave
previously prepared to receive him. It
must be remembered that the tarantu-
la is not yet dead, just dead drunk, but
he ceils himself into a kind of knot
and when safely deposited by the wasp
in a desired location the victim is a
“sorry appearing aspect. 5
Underneath the tranatula the was
in this she
makes herself at home until she has
laid her quota of eggs on the body of
the tarantula. The warmth of the
tarantula’s body is sufficient to hatch
“the eggs and in due time the young
tarantula killers show themselves and
then begin to feast on the prostrate
body of Mr. Tarantula. The remains
are sufficient to keep the young wasps
in food until they are large enough to
hustle for themselves. This state:
ment results from close study made on
the matter by a farmer residing near
Guthrie, who became interested in
watching the movements of the wasp
and kept a close watch afterward,
learning therefrom the facts above
given. This should exempt the black
wasp with silvery wings from further
execution at the hands of the human
family.—Chicago Chronicle.
Jack Tar’s Surplus.
A captain of one of the steel trust
peats asked one of the wheelmen what
he did with his surplus earning. Here
is the conversation:
“How do you like to work. for the
company?’ he was asked.
“Pretty well,” answered the man at
the wheel. A
“How much do you make a month?”
“I make more than I get, which is
$52.50,” the wheelman replied.
“What do you do with it all?”
“Oh, I pay grocery bills, butch:r’s
bills and support myself, and family.”
“What do you do with tiie rest?"
“I buy shces for the children and
books, so they can go to school.”
“What do you do with the rest?”
“Well, I have to pay rent, of course.”
“What do you do with, rest?” asked
the persistent questioner.” ,
“I pay doctor's bills, because, you
know, people fall sick sometimes.”
“But surely,” venturcd the captain
again, “that can’t take all of your
month’s earnings. What do you do
with the rest?”
“Well, I'll tell you,” whispered the
wheelman, confidentially; ‘the rest I
pack in barrels and store away in the
bold!”
The captain turned in below.—San
Farncisco Coast Seamen's Journal.
It Was a Cinch.
The editor of the Glasgow Echo
avers he is not much of a sport, but,
he says, “when we meet a cinch in the
road we recognize it.” He accepted a
proposition the other day, made by a
friend, through which he was io give
his friend a dime for every time a
woman passed them and did not put
her hand behind her to learn if her
skirt was all right behind. On the
other hand, the editor's friend agreed
to give him a nickel for each time a
woman felt of her belt behind. “We
got 62 nickels,” the molder of opinion
says, ‘and paid him one dime—a wom-
an with both arms full of parcels came
along.”—Kansas City Star.
One Better.
Mrs. Witherby—We must give some
sort of affair, dear, if only to maintain
our position.
Witherby—I suppose you want it to
cost as much as possible?
“Oh, more than that!’—Life,