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A SERMON FOR SUNDAY
b ee —
AN ELOQUENT DISCOURSE ENTITLED
“NO DIFFERENCE.”
P
Fhe Rev. Dr. J. Wilbur Chapman Ex-
plains For the Benefit of Unregenerate
Man One of the Most Difficult Stuate-
ments in All the Bible.
. NEw York Ciry.—The following timely
and interesting sermon is one of a series
repared by the famous evangelist, the
v. Dr. J. Wilbur Chapman. It is enti-
tled “No Difference,” and was preached
from the text: “For there is no difference.”
Rom. iii: 22.
This is one of the most difficult state-
ments to receive in all the Bible, and I can
well understand how the unregenerate man
would resent its application. I can hear
him say, “What! no difference between the
man who has fallen to the very lowest
depths of sin and wretchedness, and the
man who, boasting of his morality, has
swerved only a little from the path of duty
and the law of God?” And the answer to
this question is both “yes” and “no.”
There is a difference in heinousness and
degradation wide as the poles, but “no
difference” so far as guilt is concerned, for
both have rejected the Son of-God, and
this is the sin of sins.
f two men were before the court, one
charged with a great offense and the other
with one of less degree, it would profit the
latter man but little te say, “But, Your
Honor, I am not so great an offender as
my companion in misery.” The judge
might well reply, “You are both guilty; mn
that ‘there is no difference,’ ” and this is
the teaching of my texts
God’s word declares— ‘He that offends
in one point is guilty of all;”’ not meaning,
of course, that he has of necessity broken
every law, but he has broken away from
God by his transgression. If I am held a
prisoner by a chain it is not necessary
that I should break every link in the
chain that I might go free, but only one
and that the very weakest, and so he that
offends in one point is guilty of all and
nothing less, while he that offends in all
points is guilty of all and nothing more.
“All have sinned and come short of the
glory of God.”
Three important questions grow out of
this text as I have considered it. First, I
do not ask if you are a sinner; for as we or-
dinarily use this word, we think of one
Yio is lawless, wild and profane. But I
ask:
HAVE YOU OFFENDED IN ONE SIN-
GLE POINT?
If so, “There is nd difference.” Man
would not say it, I know, but God says it,
and it is written in the book, and by the
book we shall be judged.
Look at the prodigal. He was as truly
a prodigal when he had taken the first step
over the threshold of his father’s house
as when afterward you see him sitting in
the midst of the swine, and trying to fill
his belly with husks which the swine did
eat.
He is more degraded in the second pic-
ture, but not more guy
Look at the leper. e is just as truly
dead when the first sign of the dread dis-
case appears, small though it may be, as
when afterward you behold him, a loath-
some object, sitting outside the ogy gatos,
with bandaged mouth, crying, “Unclean!
Unclean!” He was a feper, however, from
the first, and by the law dead. This is
the teaching of the text, If you have re-
jected the Son of God, whatever your po-
sition. “There is mo difference’—all are
alike lost.
It is not even a question of great sin.
Many a man might plead. “not guilty” if
such a charge were made, but first of all
SECRET SINS.
1. There is a text which, declares “our
secret sins in the light of His counte-
nance,” and another reads that ‘All things
are naked and open before Him with
whom we have to de” In the light of this
who can stand?
Not long ago in one of the school build-
ings of Chicago a pieture of an eye was
placed upon the blackboard as an illustra-
tion, and in a little time by order of the
school board it was painted out, for it had
been so perfectly painted that whatever
position a child might be in in the room
that eye was upon it. The effect was dis-
astrous. But there is ene eye which never
slumbers and can never be painted out.
“Thou God seest me” The sin was at
midnight. He saw it. It was in New
York or London or Paris. He saw it.
Thus to the charge of ‘secret sin” you
must plead guilty, and “there is no differ-
ence.
SINFUL THOUGHTS.
2. But the charge is even closer. We
are responsible for the sinful thought
which tarries in the mind by the consent
of age will. Who can stand in the light of
this?
A distinguished scientist has made the
statement, which wise men receive, that if
a man stands out in the sunlight and acts,
his act, good or bad, flashes away to the
sun and a picture which is never lost is
made. And if he speaks, the sound bounds
away, up and up, far beyond his reach, and
makes its record forever. And if he re-
fuses to step into the light, or in the dark-
ness speak a word, this scientist declares
that by the very thoughts of his mind cer-
tain physical disturbances occur which
make a record lasting as time. :
" I remember sending a telegram in a
western eity, and shortly after realizing
that my message had heen wrong I made
my way to the office to recall it. “Why,”
said the operator, with a smile, “it is gone,
and is flashing over the wires now. beyond’
my recall.” So with your sinful thoughts.
They bound away, and no man can recall
them when once they go.
The answer to this charge must be—
“guilty.”
BEGINNING IN SIN.
3. Seme are beginning now. Held by
the fascination of the evil one and lured
on by his charms they are rushing on to
hell.” On onc of the busiest streets of the
gay city of Paris stands a building famous
for its beauty. Over the magnificent door-
way you may read these words, “Nothing
to pay.” The admission is free, the enter-
tainment within is fascinating, and hun-
dreds of young men pass through the pop
tals, the rank and file of them taking their
first or last step to hell.
All sin is dearly bought, for it has hell
back of it. It blights the life, wrecks the
character, and blasts the fondest hopes of
the soul. And when that awful day comes
and situation is gone and character lost.
and the hearts of loved ones broken, and
vou are cast a stranded wreck on the
Shores of time, you will ery out in terror,
“() wretched man that [ am, who shall de-
liver me’—and there will be no deliver-
ance. You will be more degraded then but
not more guilty than now, for the chiefest
of sins is unbelief, and that was the cause
of your downfall. “There is no difference.”
God pity you.
Do you know the Bible description of
the end of a career of sin from the world
standpoint? . “Weeping, wailing and gnash-
ing of teeth.” “Without are dogs, and
sorcerers and whoremongers, and murder-
ers. and idolaters, and whosoever loveth
and maketh a lie.” God save us from such
a company. A minister could never lead a
man to serious thought until he quoted the
text: “The wicked shall be turned into
hell, and all the nations that forget God.”
Great sin, humanly speaking, is not nec-
essary. but only forget Him and “There is
no difference.”
Tf vou had read that remarkable book,
“Robert Falconer,” written by Geo. Mac-
Donald, you will remember the dream of
the wife of Andrew Falconer. He was a
drunkard and after her death, the dream
being told him, resulted in his conversion.
She caid in her letter, which she had writ-
ten him:
“I thought, Andrew, that the resurrec-
tion morn had come, and I was looking
everywhere for you. Finally in my wan-
-difference.”
derings I cam to a great abyss. It was
not so very wile, but it was very deep and
was filled with blue, like the blue of the
sky. On the other side I saw you, An:
drew, and I gave a shriek which: all the
universe must have heard. Something
made me look around. Then I saw One
coming toward me. He had a face—O,
such a face! fairer than all the sons of
men; He had on a garment which came
down to His feet, and as He walked to-
ward me I saw in His feet the print of
the nails. Then I knew who He was. I
fell at His feet and cried, ‘O, Lord, An-
drew, Andrew.” ‘Daughter, would you
go to him? I said, ‘Yes, Lord.” And, An-
drew, He took me by the hand and led
out over the abyss, and we came nearer
and nearer, until at last we were united,
and then He led us back to be with Him
forever.” 0, my friends, not in the next
world, if not in this, but here and now we
may be made one in Him, one for time and
eternity, but failing here, all hope is gone
and there is before us only the blackness
of darkness of despair. ‘For there is no
The second question is of the greatest
importance:
DO YOU COME UP TO GOD'S STAND-
ARD?
It is rot enough to be simply a member
of the church. “Many will say to Me in
that day, Lord, Lord, have we not pro-,
Phased in Thy name, and in Thy name
ave cast out devils? and I will profess
unto them, I never knew you.”
We have such a way of measuring our-
selves by ourselves that we may feel well
saticfied with the result. But how about
God’s standard? Upon my return home
at one time my wife placed in my hands a
piece of paper, written all over, but only
two words were intelligible. At the top
of the page was the word ‘carriage’
plainly written, the next word was the
same, only not so well written.
t was my little daughter’s first copy:
book. The teacher had written the word
at the top of the line, and she had done
fairly well so long as she had looked at the
copy. But she had fallen into the serious
error of copying the line just above her
work, and the word at the bottom of the
page as nearly spelled “man” as ‘“‘car-
riage.” Thus people measure themselves
by those around them, forgetting that He
said—“Look unto Me and be ye saved.”
You may be better tham the members of
the church, but what doth it profit? You
may be the best man in your community,
but that does not save.
How about God’s standard?
Her Majesty, the Queen, issues frequent-
ly. I am told, an order for soldiers to com-
jose her guard. Every man must be at
ast six feet tall. I can imagine some
young Englishmen measuring themselves
by themselves, until at last one man in
great delight exclaims, “I will surely get
in, for I am the tallest man in town.”
And so he is, but when he stands before
Her Majesty’s officer he is rejected. for he
is three-quarters of an inch under the
mark.
His being taller than his friends profited
nothing; they had all fallen shért; some
more, some less. But “there was no dif-
ference.”
And if you turn my question in upon my-
self, I confess that I do fully come up to
the high standard of God; not in myself in
any way, far from it—but in Christ; for
“Christ is the end of ‘the law for righteous:
ness to ‘every one that believeth,” an
wherein I fail, He makes up.
It is no point as to whether Adam or
Eve were the more sinful; they were both
guilty, and “there is no difference.”
© The chiefest of all sins is not drunken-
ness, although that is horrible; it is
not licentiousness, although that is vile;
it is the rejection of God’s mercy—or the
sin of unbelief. ‘He that believeth not is
condemned already, because he hath not
‘believed inthe name of the only begotten
Son of God.” John iii: 18. And whoso-
ever he be among you—sinner, either great
or small, if he fail here; he stands with the
condemned. and “there is no difference.”
~The third and last important question ig
this: 2
WHAT IS THE REMEDY?
There is another “no difference” which
answers the question. ‘For there is na
difference * * * for the same Lord over
all is rich unto all that call upon Him, for
whosoever shall call upon the name of the
Lord shall be saved.” Romans x: 12, 13.
1. Tt is useless to try by any amount of
exertion, or feeling, or even prayer, to
bring about faith. I have had my own ex
perience in this. God says in His word,
“Faith cometh by hearing and hearing by
the word of God.”
This is a sure way. A college student
was greatly troubled spiritually, and was
in conference with one of the professors
until midnight. Just as he was leaving the
house, going out into the darkness, the
professor placed in his hands a lantern
saying, “Take it, George, it will light you
home a stev at a time.” And this is what
the Bible does.
THat lantern did not light up the for
ests, nor make luminous the landscape; it
was not meant that it should, but it made
every step bright.
Man was lost by hearing Satan. He
can only be saved by hearing God. Plant
your feet firmly by faith on one single
promise, and God will begin at once ta
make clear the way if you will only believe |
Him. {
2. To the Philippian jailor’s question, |
“What must I do to be saved?’ PauFs an- |
swer was, “Believe on the Lord Jesus
Christ and thou shalt be saved.” And
there is no respecting of persons, for “who |
soever shall i
Lord shall be saved.” |
1
call upon the name of the!
A friend of mine told me that when he
climbed the Matterhorn he was besieged
by men, waiting at the base of the mount: !
ain, ready to guide him up the difficult
way, but the most of them would have
never brought him down in safety, for
they were simply men out of employment, |
ie very easily, however, secured a safe |
guide when he said, “Show me your pa-
pers.” Then the men who were without
them stepped back, while the real guides
stepped forward and holding out their
papers. he read something like this:
“We the undersigned, have climbed the |
Matterhorn under the care of such a guide |
(giving his name), and we commend him to
our friends”’—and then followed the names
of people of great renown at home and
abroad, a member of Parliament, a mem-
ber of Congress, and your personal friend,
and my friend at once felt secure because
others had made the trip in safety.
It is like that when under condemnation
vou ask, “What must I do?”
Infidelity attempts an answer; philoso
phy make a vain effort to reply, and Jesus
Christ, the Son of God, comes with the
rest. Let me suggest to you the real test.
Ask them each, “What have you done?”
Demand of each that their papers be
shown. Then will He come whose gar-
ments are dyed red, whose hands were
pierced, and whose heart was broken, who
died and rose again that He might be-
come the justifier of all that believe, and
on the very palms of His hands you read
the names, John Bunyan, John Newton,
Jerry McCauley, and brighter than them
all—Charles Haddon Spurgeon.
“Ie hath saved us, and kept us, and in
His presence we rejoice with a joy unspeak-
able and full of glory.”
And this is enough—I for one will say,
“Blessed Lord, if Thou canst save others,
and I know that Thou canst, Thou canst
save me; and I will let Thee do it now.” |
Will you join me in this now? i
3. To sum it all up, if you would escape |
condemnation you need simply to {
HAVE A WILLING MIND ABOUT
SALVATION.
Then by faith accept what He in grace
offers you. I have heard Christian work-
ers say to earnest inquirers, “Give your |
heart to God and you may be saved.” But
this is unscriptural—at least the order is
wrong. Accept first the gift of eternal life,
then give yourself, out of gratitude for His
goodness.
The first saves you; the second is the
first fruit of your salvation.
The Fashion n Shoulders.
It hardly seems possible on first
thought that there cculd be such a
thing as fashions in shoulders, but
there is. When we stop to think and
look at the Venus of Milo and other
immortal types of beauty created by
the ancient Greeks we see that the
shoulders were strong and broad,
though at the same time beautifully
curved and modeled, and this same
type was later gloriously exemplified
in the work of Raphael. As we come
down to the English and French
masters, however, there is a decided
change and the female shoulders are
represented as slender, sloping and
delicate, and it is this type which is
now enjoying the favor of fashion.
Dress Prophecies.
We are nearing the time when we
can speak with certainty as to what
the modes are to be, but now for the
moment our information is somewhat
tentative. The winter fashions indi-
cate that the Lamballe shape of hat
is to display fruit and Paradise
plumes, as well as ostrich feathers.
There are a good many conspirator-
shaped cloak in vogue, intended to
have one end thrown over the should-
ers, like the bandits on the stage.
The Empire sacques are ideal wear
for the season, and the return of the
basque, especially after the Russian
order, which is adaptable to warmer
materials, is assured. The Tudor and
Vandyke periods are offering sugges-
tions for a new sleeve, and rows of
buttons appear on the outside of the
arm. The Stuart period, with the
turned-back cuff, has a few adherants,
Powdering.
Very plentiful are the remains of
powdering left by our ancestors,
which have been handed down to us
from old days. In so many of the
pretty old round mahogany washing-
stands, which are much sought after
and converted into drawing-room fur-
niture, we find in the centre of the
first shelf a round-topped receptable
for the powder and the powder puff,
and in many old houses the powder
rocm still remains, a mere slip with
‘an aperture in the door through which
the head was thrust, so that it could
be powdered by the mair or hair-
dresser inside the room without the
powder falling on the dress. Very
curious leather powderers . still re-
main among the relics of the past
which were used for the actual pro-
cess of powdering. When they are
seen standing upright they remind one
of some of the corrugated salad dres-
sing bottles with a series of gradu-
ated circle in relief all up them. They
have the same circular ridges of
leather, and they elongate or compress
at will. The base, which is a circle of
mahogany, unscrews for the powder
to be put into it, and the top, which
is much smaller, has a fine perferated
wire, so that when it is shaken over
the hair and pressed up and down, the
powder falls over the head’in a fine
shower and not in flakes.
Yomen as Farmers, :
An odd phase of the prosperity that
has come to the farms of the west in
recent vears through the happy com-
bination of big crops amd high prices
is that the number of women farmers
has been greatly increased.
Women were not. unknown in the
past as tillers of the soil, but they
were almost invariably widows who
had been left with farms and families
of boys on their hands. The new
women farmers embark upon the en-
| terprise of their own volition and be-
i cause they have convineed themselves
i that there is good money in it.
Many of these are farmers’ daught-
ers who have learned the details of
management through their life upon
the farm. Others are wemen of cul-
ture who like outdoor life and who
find running a farm to their liking.
Out in Cherry County, Neb., Miss
Mirnie Coffee, whose father is one of
the hig cattlemen of the region, has
a herd of 500 cows that she has gather-
ed together in five years from a small
bunch given to her by her father.
They are worth on the hoof $25,000.
She manages the herd herself.
The capacity for details that dis-
tinguishes most women is the secret
of their succes: as farmers. They can
deal better with men than their
fathers -~ can. Men receive Detter
treatment from women employers and
they do better work.
One of the most successful ranches
in Knox J{ounty, Neb., is a young
woman who coiaes from a good family
in Sious City, while in the Dakotas
and Minnesota are women of educa-
tion who forsook social careers to
manage farms.
In at least five of the big Western
universities women are in charge of
departments of home economies,
which includes courses in dairying
and and the feeding of cattle, and
these departments have many stu-
dents. Some of these graduates have
gone back to the farm, where, be-
cause of the dearth of sons, they have
gone into partnership with their
fathers and made most capable assist-
ants in the work.
In parts of the West there are
colonies of German farmers, and the
davghters of most of these get their
quarter section along with the boys.
Some of them marry and some con-
duct the farm themselves.—New York
Sun.
Did the Thing Sho Knew.
If love did not laugh at locksmiths
this particular story would not have
to be told. Because love does laugh
at locksmiths, also prudence, and
parental restraints, it happened a few
years back that a pair of young peo
ple, well, even luxuriously, reared,
found themselves within a week after
their runaway marriage with hardly a
dollar in hand. What the husbazd
did, though he acquitted himself man-
fully, is out of place here. The pair
were in New York city. The wife
went to a rich woman whom it hap-
pened she knew slightly, asking, not
charity, but advice as to how she
might best help in the battle of
bread.
The rich woman thought a bit, then
asked: “What can you do? Not
singing, playing, painting china and
that sort of thing—but something,
anything—at which you excel. Tell
me that and I can really help you.”
The poor woman thought a minute:
“My talent, if I have any—runs to
lamp shades,” she said. ‘I have made
some gorgeous ones—"’
“You shall make more,” the rich
woman interrupted. “The first of
them for me. Here, take this money
—for materials—and let me see what
you can do as quickly as possible. If
it is something individual the rest will
be easy.”
The completed shade, carried home
the next day but cne, was not only
“individual but strikingly beautiful.
The rich woman went into raptures
over it, and instantly ordered several
more, paying for them generously, and
in advance: By the time they were
done, she had orders for half a dozen,
secured for her protege, among her
friends. To the protege, along with
the orders, she gave sound advice:
“Never send out a shade that is less
than your best,” she said, “and charge
for it accordingly. People who have
money are only too glad to pay well
for anything really distinctive. Keep
away from the shops and the shop
models. Trust your eye for color
harmonies, and your own sense in
lines. It is the shops with their set
patterns for the multitude that would
rather be out of the world than the
fashion, which strife originality, or
clse pay it so moderately it has never
a fair quarter, no matter how tiny—be
polite to purchasers, but never over-
anxious; don’t lower prices nor work-
manship and you will do well.”
The little work in a swell quarter
was duly taken. Very shortly there
was a workwoman in it to help the
proprietor. And pretty soon the one
workman had companions, many or
few according to seasons. The shop,
too, was outgrown before a year had
passed. Next year one tWice its size
proved also much too small—not for
Christmas rushes and such like times,
but for steady custom. So other
floors were added, and later other
stere fronts. As a result the pro-
prietor now spends three months cf
each year abroad, studying colors, ma-
terials, heaven knows what. She
owns one of the biggest and most
artistic lampshade shops in the cen-
tral Fifth avenue region, is always on
the lookout for women or artistic
ability, and when she finds them pays
them to work for her at rates that re-
member her own time of need. She
is on the point of setting up a whole-
sale business, albeit by selling at re-
tail she has already laid by a comfort-
able sum. All which goes to show
that there is money in artistic finger
tips—if there is common sense in the
head that goes along with them.—
Washington Star.
The habit-back skirt grows steadily
in fashion’s favor.
Pale pearl gray has lately appeared
to replace white as jacket lining.
The French fussy style of tailor-
made gown seems the tendency of the
Winter. :
Buckles and buttons of cut steel
adorn the most stylish Persian lamb
jackets.
Crosses are once more worn. Pearl,
topaz, amethyst and precious stones
are seen in them.
As nasturtium is one of the burnt
orange shades that is becoming it is
justly popular on that account.
Moire is used quite extensively in
covering popular priced hats, but is
not much seen on the finer ones.
‘White, plentifully trimmed with
lace, but unrelieved with color, is
favered for frocks and gowns this sea.
son.
Corsage sackets some in heart
shapes, with the nionogram of the
wearer painted or embroidered upon
them. ,
Exceedingly stylish winter blouses
are made of very heavy basket-weave
chevict, the blocks of the weaving be-
ing almost an eighth of an inch
square.
Beautiful little turn-over lawn col
lars and cuffs come with half-inch
hemstitched hems, and the plain part
thickly dotted with French knots in
colored silk.
Brown furs should be the choice of
| the woman who has to be careful of
her purse. These are not only be-
coming but tone well with various
other colors.
The up-to-date kimono has all tae
good points of the original Japanese
garment, but is cut to fit the Ameri-
can figure, which cannot be said of
those first introduced here.
A long, drooping shoulder boa ‘is
the foremost consideration in the
smaller fur pieces this season. Some
cf the new effects look exactly like
| the “tippets” of our grandmothers’
| day.
lc
Three Dreams.
“I had the very strangest dream,”
Said Jasper John. ‘‘Last night
I dreamed the moon and all the stars
Were shining just as bright,
And yet the sun was shining, too,
And I was racing T'ed,
‘While everybody else we knew
Was sound asleep in bed.”
“I dreamed,” said little Theodore,
‘‘About a monstrous horse
With twenty legs and lots of tails
(He b’longed to me; of course).
His eyes were green; the rest of him
Was yellow streaked with black,
And nobody in all the world
But me could mount his back.”
Their father, mother and their aunt
Agreed that these two dreams
Were very queer; but Bobby said,
‘The one I had, it seems
To me’s the queerest of them all
Isaw a boy who said
He hated football, and he wished
He'd been a girl instead!”
—Youth's Companion.
The Oldest Cannon.
Several hundred years before the
science of explosives reached western
civilization at all it was thoroughly
understood among the Chinese, It is
said that cannon were in general use
by the armies of the Celestial King-
dom over 3000 years ago. The great
wall, begun by the Emperor Tobias
about 780 B. C. and finished nearly
150 years later, shut China away from
communication with the world and.
hid its wonderful progress from the
rest of mankind.
Of course, the cannon used in China
at that time were very different from
those now in use either there or in
Europe, the general principles were
the same. The idea was not original
with Europeans, as they supposed it
was when cannon first appeared
among them. There has recently been
found in China a cannon which, ac-
cording to most authentic records, is
more than 2000 years old. Before it
was brought to this country is was
mounted on the solid masonry of the
Chinese wall, and has probably been
in use during all the years of the
Christian era. This curious old piece
of artillery has lately been purthased
by the City of Philadelphia and is
now on exhibition in Fairmount Park
in that city.
A King Cowherd.
The King of Italy is one of the most
unaffected of monarchs, according to
Youngman’s Magazine, and it is said
that he always carries with him nis
simple and unassuming manners.
A short time ago he was enjoying a
country walk near Ruccarigo, and,
feeling very thirsty, he personally
asked a peasant woman, who was
milking a cow by her roadside cot-
tage, for a glass of milk.
“I can’t give you this,” said the
woman, not knowing who it was that
addressed her, “but if you will mind
the cow I will fetch you one from the
house.”
The King joyously agreed, and
minded the cow until she came back
with the promised milk. When she
returned he asked her why no farm
hands were about.
“They’ve all gone to catch a glimpse
of the King,” she answered.
“Well, little mother, you can see
him now,” replied the king, “and that,
too, without leaving your work.”
At this she laughed, thinking this
democratic, simple garbed stranger
was trying to jest with her. The
King laughed, too, as he saw how she
deceived herself. Then, pressing a
! coin into her hand for the milk, he
sauntered off.
The Tailor Bird.
This wonderful bird lives in India.
It. has a beak shaped very much like
a shoemaker’s awl. The little bird is
entirely yellow in color, and is only
three inches long. It derives its name
from the way in which it makes its
nest—it selects a large leaf. hanging
from the end of a twig, then it pierces
a number of holes along the edge of
it with this awl-like beak, and then
gets the long fibers of plants, which
make excellent thread, and carefully
sews the edges together like a purse
or bag, using its bill for a needle to
carry the thread through. The ends
of the thread are knotted, so as to en-
tirely prevent them from slipping
through the leaf. The stalk end of the
leaf is bent and crushed so as to form
a hood over the opening of the nest,
protecting it from the sun and the
rain. But what is very strange, when
the leaf is not large enough to make
the nest. this bright little bird gets
another leaf, pierces it with holes and
pieces the two leaves together. The
interior of the nest is lined with cot-
ton and silky grass, making a very
snug and comfortable home for the
little birds. The bird and its nest
full of eggs are so very light that they
can he suspended irom i.e end of a
slender twig. Would it not be inter-
esting to watch this little tailor select-
ing the leaves and the thread, and
then piercing the holes ready to sew
the leaves together to make for itself
a comfortable little home ?—Washing-
ton Star.
Facts About Bees.
We have knowledge and history of
bees for more than 2200 years.
Aristotle speaks of three different
species of honey bees. Virgil speaks
of two, the better variety being spot-
ted or variegated and of a beautiful
golden color. This variety recently
has attracted much attention among
beekeepers, for it still exists after the
lapse of 2000 years as separate and
distinct from the common kind.
Honey was the favorite food in an-
cient Xgypt, and to obtain the great-
est possible amount from each hive of
bees, they were transported on boats
from place to place along the Nile, ac-
cording to the succession of flowers,
This custom also has heen long in
vogue in Persia and Asia Minor, as
well as in Scotland when the heather
is in bloom. >
In Poland bees are transported from
their winter quarters to sumer pas-
tures and back again in winter.
A floating beehouse has been in use
on the Mississippi large enough to ac-
commodate two hives and is intended to
keep pace with the blossoming flow-
ers, that none of their precious sweets
may be allowed to go to waste.
In India myriads of bees inhabit the
trees along the banks of streams and
the jungles of the central provinces,
the honey furnishing a favorite ar-
ticle of food for the natives.
After being thus robbed of their
nests, they become exceedingly fierce,
and so violent are their attacks at
times that travelers often have mis-
erably perished from their stings.
They say it is better to be chased by
almost anything from an elephant
down than by a host of angry India
bees. :
Some tribes of Indians call the bee
“the white man’s fly,” for the domes-
tic bee was not known in America
until the white settlers introduced it
west of the Mississippi—in 1797, and
in California in 1850.
It is estimated that from May to
October, after visiting tens of thou-
sands of flowers, a single bee gathers
only about one-quarter of a teaspoon-
ful of honey.
Bees were thought once to have
some connection with the soul. and
Mohammed admits them alone of all
insects into paradise.—San Francisco
Chronicle.
Baboon and Tortoise.
An English missionary, writing to
The London Standard from Africa, tells
the following story, which he says is
a favorite fable among the natives of
the Lower Zambesi:
In the time long ago a Baboon,
swinging from bough to bough in the
great forest, espied on the ground a
Tortoise. “Good morning, friend Tor-
toise,” said the Baboon; “for a long
time I have been wishing to make
friends with you—will you come and
have dinner with me today?’ “With
pleasure,” replied the Tortoise, as his
fishlike eyes blinked up at the great
Baboon; “I shall be very glad to
make your acquaintance.” When the
Tortoise arrived at the Baboon’s
house, he found the food spread out
upon a bamboo platform raised some
two feet above the ground. “Just
help yourself to whatever you like,”
said the Baboon, who commenced at
once to eat up the good things spread
before him. But the poor little tor-
toise was unable to reach the food, as
the platform was far above his head.
The greedy Baboon was not long. be-
fore he had eaten up all the food there
was. Then he turned to the Tortoise
with a grin, and said, “I hope you
have enjoyed your dinner, friend Tor-
toise; you do not seem to have a very
large appetite.” “Thank you,” Tre-
plied the Tortoise, “I am satisfied.
Pray come and dine with me to-mor-
row, and give me an opportunity of
repaying your kindness.” The greedy
Baboon, allured with the hope of an-
other meal, said he would come. Soon
the Tortoise took his departure, and
on the way home revolved in his mind
a plan of revenge for the insult the
Baboon had put upon him. Now, the
home of the Tortoise was near the
river, and the first thing he did when
he got to his house was to set fire to
the grass growing along tne bank, so
that, when the fire had spent itself,
there was a long stretch of blackened
stubble. On the morrow, when the
Baboon arrived, he found a mat spread
cn the ground, on which were savory
articles of food. “I am so glad to see
vou,” said the Tortoise; ‘dinner is
quite ready, as you see. Will you just
run down to the river and wash your
hands before we begin to eat?” Away
ran the Baboon, his mouth watering
at the thought of the good things he
had seen. When he had washed his
hands he started back again across
the patch of burnt grass. But as he
ran along on all fours, he soon found
that the burnt grass made his bands
as dirty as they were before. “I can-
not go to dinner with black hands
like these,” he thought. So he re-
turned to wash them a second time.
Then again he attempted to cross tie
burnt grass, but with no better success
than before. After washing his hands
for the third time, he sat down to con-
sider how he was to return to the
Tortoise’s house without getting his
hands black. The only way seemed
to be to follow the barks of the river
until he reached the end of the burnt
patch. This he set out to do, and at
last, tired and hungry, reached the
home of the Tortoise. When he got
there he found, to his astonishment,
that the Tortoise was just eating the
last piece of food. “Hullo!” exclaim-
ed his host, “where have you been all
this time? I waited a long while for
you; but, as you did not return, I
thought you must have been dissatis-
fied with the food that you saw, and seo
had gone back to your own home
again. Now I have eaten it all my-
self, and have nothing left in the
house to offer you. I hope you will
| not feel any more hungry when you
zet heme than I did when I returned
frcm your home yesterday.” Then
the Baboon went off, much annoyed
that the tables had been so cleverly
turned on himself.
Co-operative Heart-Breaking.
It has often been wondered by neigh-
boring towns how it came that visiting
Eldorado girls were always gowned
riehly like the lily of the valley. Bent
Murdock explains it. “Eldorado girls,”
he says, ‘are mighty good to each oth-
er. When one is going off en a visit or
dress parade, all the other girls loan
their diamonds, laces, jewelry, lingerie
and the like, so that she can break the
hearts of all the girls in the town
where she visits.”—Kansas City Joure
nal.
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