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On the left stood the I hanician , as
- ; { the first colonist. She was a girl
. - robed in royal purple , girdled with a
gold zone , and holding in her fingers
a lotos flower. A temple , dedicated to
'
: ? ' Astarte , was behind her , while at her
feet were scattered rude instruments
of astronomy aid navigation , linen-
: weaving , and the fusion of metals.
. Diana occupied the central arch , as
representing Greece in the shadow of
, the Parthenon. Clad in a white robe ,
I with the silver crescent attached to
her dimpled shoulders , the goddess
had an aspect of cold and severe beauty.
r- - She gathered aside the veil , which
- ° formed a diadem on her head. A
torch , reversed , depended from her
" .
i On the right appeared the Roman ,
" more mature in beauty than her corn-
" ' panions , and in richly wrought gar-
and sandals. She held a statuette
' - of Mercury , emblematic of commerce ,
i r and the wolf on a column , as well as
t h c ruins of tl ia 'grim , indicated her
origin ,
' The rich coloring of the Phoenician
x . and the Roman formed a characteristic
f' contrast with the fait symmetry of
. feature of Diana.
A murmur of admiration and ap
plause greeted this charming group ,
: . necessitating a second lifting of the
yF curtain.
' A trifling incident marred the
repe-
. A tiny dog , resembling a ball
of white , floss silk , rushed on the
stage o , peered at the audience , growled
and began to bark vociferously.
, a . Phoenicia forgot her pose , caught up
the animal , kissed him on' the nose ,
and thrust him under one arm
"Florio followed us , " she explained ,
in audible tones , to the hostess. "He
would not stay at home alone. I am
sorry. Evil little beast ! How dare
you bark ? Eli ! "
, "The picture is now complete , " said
. Gen. Lubomirsky , smiling. ' Did not
. the Sybarites carry these dogs 0 to the
baths , held under the arm , and even
; honor them with monuments and
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epitaphs after death ? "
"Who is the Phanician' ? " inquired
;
, the young prince of his host , after a
pause.
C : Gen. Griffith was at fault He had
never seen her before , and did not
] : now her name. Ile fancied she was
I some native Maltese girl used for the
18- occasion ,
On the stage the Grand Master Vil-
as Tiers de "Isle d'Adain , in the person of
" Capt. Fillingham , wearing pasteboard
I' - armor in lieu of wrought steel , fndi-
: sated the scene of fortifications begun
in defense of his chosen island home.
The Knight La Vallette next ap-
peared. Clad in mail , lie unfurled the
banner of the order of St John and
; trampled beneath his heel the Ma-
: hometan crescent
Then . Curzon , in uniform and
' grasping the national standard , was
4" disclosed by the raised curtain. The
young officer stood on the margin of
blue sea , with a lighthouse depicted
on the shore and a man-of-war in the
J distance , embodying later British su-
: premacy of rule , and brought the tab-
. lcaux to a fitting close.
The draperies were once more swept
aside and Calypso , surrounded by the
# j Phoenician , the Greek and the Roman ,
flanked by the two knights of Malta
and the British sailor , again tendered
a welcome to the august guest
The ball that ensued was opened by
, the grand duke and the hostess. At
the conclusion of the quadrille he said
slowly :
' I have to ask of the Goddess Calypso -
so the further pleasure of the next
- quadrille with the youngest and most
beautiful of her nymphs , the Phani-
clan , for a partner. "
The Phanician ? Heavens' Who
was the girl picked up b y
Arthur Curzon somewhere about
r the island ? Mrs. Griffith did snot
know what had become of this Cinder-
4 , , ' ella , and yet the young prince had exPressed -
% ' - Pressed a wish to dance with her. The
hostess bowed assent without betray-
, : r : ing either surprise or annoyance at the
E. unforeseen request
' , As for Dolores , swept from the se-
elusion of the little harden by the !
energetic will of Lieut. Curzon , she
found herself launched amid the
most unfamiliar elements of life.
The young officer had returned to
the watch Tower in the morning , true I
: to his promise , with the stage wardrobe -
robe requisite for the girl , purchased
by himself in the town , with much
Fa secrecy. Oh stiveetnessof the morning
j . , hour , stolen from all the world , in the
seclusion of the neglected garden.
where Dolores bceame transformed
into the Phanician maiden , with Jacob
- ' Dcaltry and the perturbed little dog a
' ' Florio for audience ! How many confidences -
- fidences were exchanged among the
N : flowers , with the pigeons circling near , l
and in the shade of the orange tree , f
while the grandfather sought yet i
another specimen to impose on hia Un-
resisting victim , the amateur collector.
Mrs. Griffith had received this fresh
recruit to her dramatic staff with affability -
bility , but in the cold , blue eyes of
Miss Ethel Symthe swift disapproval
was perceptible.
Capt. Blake , toilingin the cause like
a galley slave , to use his own term , as
stage manager , scene painter and
actor in one , remarked , audibly :
"What a pretty girl ! Really , the
/ sailor has an eye for beauty , "
Miss Symthe bit her lip in silence.
"Are we quits , my lady ? " mused the
social wasp , resuming his brush with
renewed ardor , in the interests of de-
pi3ting the lighthouse and the blue
sea on the final scene.
The clever pencil of the young lady
just out from London had designed
the decorations for each tableau , with
the assistance of Capt Blake , and her
skillful proficiency was apparent in all
the minor details of grouping and cos-
tume. She had demurred at the new-
comer's fitness to fill the role of the
Phoenician.
"Darken her eyebrows , " suggested
. Curzon.
The ladies made no further
objection. The hostess may have
reviewed .the situation , with
keen , feminine insight , and discerned
an unexpected checkmate on the intercourse -
course of friend and cousin so opportunely -
tunely brought together beneath her
roof.
During the first quadrille Dolores
had nimbly divested her rounded
limbs of the purple , Tyrhin draperies
of the stage , and slipped on the pretty
pink dress No necklace of pearls had
she , but she tied a ribbon around her
throat , terminating in a coquettish little -
tle bow under the left ear. The classical -
ical sandal was cast from her foot in
favor of the black satin slippers of her
mother , the true shoe or a Spanish
senorita.
She was not shy with the timidity of
northern races under similar circumstances -
stances She emerged from a dress-
ing-room , holding Florio tightly in her
arms. She must find her grandfather ,
who waited in one of the colonnades ,
and consign the pet to his keeping.
Her whole nature basked in the light ,
perfume and warmth of the place and
the hour. She paused before a large
Chinese vase and rifled it of several
roses of the color of her gown , placing
one in her hair and the rest in her cor-
sage. She resembled the fairy princess
of the enchanted palace. All belonged
to her in this realm of delight , and she
must not be surprised at any marvel.
Strains of music floated through the
chamber to her keenly expectant ear ,
mingled with a rather awe inspiring
murmur of voices as of many people
gathered together. Where were all
these people ? The glitter of gilt , the
flowing folds of embroidered hangings -
ings and the long vista of lamps , multiplied -
tiplied by the shimmer of mirrors ,
charmed her eye. Surely the marvelous -
ous history of the milkmaid , who
dressed in the hollow of a tree to attend -
tend a county ball , was no more surprising -
prising than that she , Dolores of the
Watch Tower , should be here in the
palace of the Knights of Malta.
Entering a deserted apartment , she
paused , involuntarily , to survey her
reflected image in one of those glittering -
ing looking-glasses
Another girl , who had previously
been pacing the floor with marked
impatience , approached and stood beside -
side her , giving a touch of readjustment -
ment to her own coiffure , and humming -
ming a song meanwhile.
"Is this your first ball ? " she inquired
in Italian , scanning Dolores.
"Yes , " said the latterturning to the
stranger with a surprisewhich merged.
into native admiration as she contemplated -
plated her.
Dolores had not yet entered the portals -
tals of the ball-room , and thought she
had never dreamed of any one as
beautiful as her companion at the present -
ent moment
The stranger was small and slight ,
and robed in pale green silk , draped
with an embroidery of crystal held
with trailing water-lilies , leaves , and
river grasses. Her blonde hair , slight
ly dashed with sparkling gold powder ,
was caught up with stars of brilliants.
A pair of large eyes , full of vivacity ,
animated her oval face , which was
piquant in expression. White gloves
of exquisite fineness covered her tiny
hands and armsreaehing to the shoul-
der. She held a roll of music. Her
manner was petulant , abrupt , whimsical -
sical , yet assured. She read plainly
such flattery of appreciation in the
gaze of simple Dolores that her irritation -
tion of the previous moment , at being
apparently overlooked and forgotten ,
vanished.
I have been invited to sing to
the Grand Duke , " continued the
other , lapsing into English , and
speaking in a tone of blended
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egotism and familiarity. "I suppose I
am to stay out here , like a servant , !
until I am summoned. I have heard
of such things before in London houses
during the season , but I do not intend
to put up with it in my day. , lust
wait until I am fairly launched !
Nous'vcrrons , cherie ! The Maestro at
Milan says that my voice possesses the
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same flexibility as Patti's , and more
quality than Neilson's register. I
have half a mind to put one of my diamond - a
mend stars in your black hair , butno !
the rosebud is even more becoming.
You are the , prettiest creature I ever
saw iii my life. Do you understand
English , little one ? " j
"Oh , yes , " laughed Dolores. "I am
English , or Maltese. My mother was
Spanish , I can dance , perhaps , but I
should be afraid to sing here. "
"I am not afraid to sing before all
the Grand Dukes in Christendom , " retorted -
torted the Undine of the water-lilies ,
with a little grimance. "I only hope
I may obtain an engagement at St.
Petersburg soon. I am to make my
debut at the Maltese opera-house ,
you know 'in the Barber of
Seville. ' I have taken the name
of Signorina Giulia Melita. I was born
in Chicago , and my real name is Lizzie
Shannon. I shall be known as Melita
all over the world. Are you coming
to hear me on Thursday night ? "
"Oh , how I wish I could ! " sighed
Dolores , clasping her hands together.
_ _ , 1 fear that grandpapa never goes to
the theater. "
"There comes Mr. Brown , " said the
embryo Diva , quickly.
"Mt Brown ? " repeated Dolores , interrogatively -
terrogatively , and much interested in
her new acquaintance.
"You know him , of course. No ?
You must have heard of Mr. Brown.
Why ! everybody knows him from
Vienna and Paris to London and
New York. Mr. Brown is at
present my guardian dragon , and
keeps all small fry at a safe distance.
If I were a race horse of blood , you
might say he had bet on my winning
-invested in me. He is a good soul ,
too , and looks after my onion soup as
well as my future engagements. "
Mr. Brown approached. He was a
portly man of mature age , with a high-
ly-colored countenance , and jet black
hair and mustache. He was attired
in what may be termed effulgent , masculine -
culine evening dress , and had the
ponderous grace of manner of the ring.
master of a circus.
"They are ready to hear you sing ,
my dear , " he announced , in apaternal
and wheezy voice. "Give that aria
from the Sicilian Vespers with as much
finish as possible , Melita , "
"Are they ready for me ? " she retorted -
torted , with a sarcastic intonation ,
"Supposing that I am not ready for
diem , Mr. Brown ? '
Mr. Brown smiled a fat smile , a
facial wrinkle that rippled over cheek
and jowl as the surface of water is
stirred by a falling pebble , bowed profoundly -
foundly , and kissed the tips of the
girl's fingers , as if saluting a princess.
"Patience , my angel , " he said , in-
dulgently. "We must strive to make
a good impression to-night by our
modesty and grace. Later , we shall
make our own terms. Eli ? "
She sighed impatiently , and shook
out the train of her dress.
"Come along , then , " was her unceremonious -
emonious assent I hate being patronized -
ized , though. "
She moved away a few paces , remembered -
membered Dolores , ran baekand kissed
her suddenly. "You must come to
my debut , " she said. "Ask for Mr.
Brown at the stage door. Bring
your grandpa , too. And-your gloves
are shabby , child , " halting , with con-
viction.
' 'I know it , " confessed Dolores , rue-
fully. "They are old ones that I
found in a box. I tried to clean them
with bread-crumbs , and I thought ,
perhaps , they would not show much. "
"I have some nice gloves , " affirmed
the Signorina Giulia Melita , shaking
her head as she scrutinized those of
Dolores. "Mr. Brown always carries
a lot in his pocket in case I should
change my mind about a pair. Your
gloves have a great deal to do with
your temper. You are a Spaniard and
I am an American , so our hands are
small. Give me the package , quick ,
Mr. Brown. These pink ones will suit
you , child. 1 wish I could stop to help
you button them , but I may see you
again , later. Don't forget the night
of my debut , and to come to the stage
door. She may bring me good luck ,
Mr. Brown. Who knows ? "
( To BE CONTINUED. )
Ho Identified the Corpse.
The waters of the bay had washed
up a lone , lank body and for two days
it lay in an undertaker's shop awaiting
identification. Nobody on Cape Cod
knew the man. At last an old rickety
wagon rattled up and Farmer Hallgot
down. Passing into the back room he
looked at the body for a moment and
said : "That's him"
The undertaker asked for further
information , but Farmer Hall could
only say it was Tompkins , his hired
man
"But can't you tell just why he is
Tompkins ? Are they his clothes ?
Can't you furnish some positive means
of identification ? " And the under-
takerlooked expectant
Farmer hail shifted his place and
ivas lost in thought Suddenly he
slapped his leg.
" Veu ? „
' 11e stuttered.-Boston Budget
Where He haw It.
Mr. Hayseed-Marier , I've made up
my mind ter send our boy to the city
writing school to learn how to write.
llrs. Hayseed-He writes a good
hand.
' .Yes , Varier , but he's too slow for
these times The city's the place to
learn things , Varier , no matter what.
They write like greased lightnin'
there. Why , liarier , while I was in
the city I saw a man write a two-page
eve letter in seventeen seconds , by
the watch He was a regular city
feller , too-I could tell by his clothes.
1Vhy , liarier , when the girl that letter i
was writ to got it , it took her 'most
five minutes to read it. I timed her ,
too. "
"Love letter-girl reading it ! Wlny , f
where and how on 'artli did you see a
etter written , and then = '
"Ole , it's all so , liarier. I saw it in
theater. "
EVFBY farrowing sow should have a
shelter to herself and be put in in
time to get acquainted with her sur-
roundings.
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1
E iS SERMON.
"TIE GATES OF HELL SHALL
NOT PREVAIL. "
They Swing Inward-society Gets a
Scoring for Its Unchrlstlan Forgetful-
neae-The Chnrches Willing , but They
Can Not Stem the Tide.
EW YORK , June 30 ,
1595.-In his sermon
for to-day , Dr. Tal-
mage chose a momentous -
mentous and awful
topic : "The Gates of
Hell , " the text selected -
lected being the familiar -
miliar passage in
Matthew 16:18 : "The
gates of hell shall
not prevail against
It "
Entranced , until we could endure no
more of the splendor , we have often
gazed at the shining gates , the gates
of pearl , the gates of Heaven. But we
are for awhile to look in the opposite
direction , and see swinging open and
shut the gates of hell.
I remember , when the Franco-Ger-
man war was going on , that I stood one
day in Paris looking at the gates of the
Tullleries , and I was so absorbed in
the sculpturing at the top of the gates
-the masonry and the bronze-that I
forgot myself , and after awhile , looking -
ing down , I saw there were officers of
the law scrutinizing me , supposing , no
doubt , I was a German , and looking
at those gates for adverse purposes.
But , my friends , we shall not stand
looking at the outside of the gates of
hell. In this sermon I shall tell you
of both sides , and I shall tell you what
those gates are made of. With the
hammer of God's truth I shall pound
on the brazen panels , and with the
lantern of God's truth I shall flash a
light upon the shining hinges.
Gate the first : Impure literature. Anthony -
thony Comstock seized twenty tons of
bad. books , plates , and letter press , and
wlien our Professor Cochran , of the
Polytechnic Institute , poured the destructive -
structive acids on those plates , they
smoked In the righteous annihilation.
And yet a great deal of the bad literature -
ture of the day Is not gripped of the
law. It is strewn in your parlors ; it is
In your libraries. Some of your children
read it at night after they have r.-
tired , the gas-burner swung as near as
possible to their pillow. Much of this
literature is under the title of scientific
Information. A book agent with one of
these infernal books , glossed over with
scientiflc nomenclature , went into a hotel -
tel and sold in one day a hundred copies -
ies , and sold them all to women ! It
Is appalling that men and women who
can get through their family physician
all the useful information they may
need , and without any contamination ,
should wade chin deep through such accursed -
cursed literature under the plea of getting -
ting useful knowledge , and that print-
ing-presses , hoping to be called decent ,
lend themselves to this infamy. Fathers -
ers and mothers , do not be deceived by
the title , "medical works. " Nine-tenths
of those books come hot from the lost
world , though they may have on them
the names of the publishing houses of
New York , Chicago , and Philadelphia.
Then there is all the novelette literature
of the day flung over the land by the
million. As there are good novels that
are long , so I suppose there may be
good novels that are short , and so there
may be a good novelette , but it is an
exception. No one-mark this-no one
systematically reads the average novelette -
elette of this day and keeps either integrity -
tegrity or virtue. The most of these
novelettes are written by broken-down
literary men for small compensation , on
the principle that , having failed in literature -
erature elevated and pure , they hope to
succeed In the tainted and the nasty.
Oh ! this is a wide gate of hell. Every
panel is made out of a bad book or
newspaper. Every hinge is the inter-
joined type of a corrupt printing-press.
Every bolt or lock of that gate is made
out of the plate of an unclean pictorial.
In other words , there are a million
men and women in the United States today -
day reading themselves into hell ! When ,
In one off our cities , a prosperous family -
ily fell into rubes through the misdeeds
of one of its members , the amazed
mother said to the officer of the law :
"Why , I never supposed there was anything -
thing wrong. I never thought there {
could be anything wrong. " Then she
sat weeping in silence for some time , +
and said : "Oh ! I have got it now ! I
know , I know ! I found in her bureau
after she went away a bad book. That's
what slew her. " These leprous booksellers - ;
sellers have gathered up the catalogues
of all male and female seminaries in
the United States , catalogues containIng -
Ing the names and residences of all the
students , and circulars of death are I
sent to every one , without any excep-
Lion. Can you imagine anything more i
deathful ? There is not a young person ,
male or female , or an old person , who
has not had offered him or her a bad j
book or a bad picture. Scour your
house to find out whether there are any ;
of these adders coiled on your parlor
center-table , or coiled amid the toilet i
set on the dressing-case. I adjure you
before the sun goes down to explore
your family libraries with an inexorable - !
ble scrutiny. Remember that one bad
book or bad picture may do the work
for eternity. I want to arouse all your ,
suspicions about novelettes. I want to
put you on the watch against everything -
thing that may seem like surreptitious
correspondence through the postoffice.
I want you to understand that impure
literature is one of the broadest , highest -
est , mightiest gates of the lost. !
Gate the second : The dissolute dance.
You shall not divert me to the general
subject of dancing. Whatever you may
think of the parlor dance or the method-
fo motion of the body to sounds of music -
sic in the family or the social circle , I
am not now discussing that question. I
want you to unite with me this hour
n recognizing the fact that there is a
dissolute dance. You knovr of what I
speak. It is seen not only in the low
haunts of death , but in elegant man-
sions. It is the first step to eternal ruin
or a great multitude of both sexes. You
know , my friends , what postures and
attitudes and figures are suggested of
the devil. They who glide into the dissolute -
solute dance glide over an inclined
plane , and the dance is swifter and
swifter , wilder and wilder , until with
the speed of lightning they whirl off
the edges of a decent life into a fiery
future. This gate of hell swings across
the Axminster of many a fine parlor ,
and across the ball-room of the hummer
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watering-place. You have no right my
brother , my sister-you have no right to
take an attitude to the sound of music
which would be unbecoming In the absence -
sence of music. No Chickering grand of
city parlor or fiddle of mountain picnic
can consecrate that which God bath
cursed.
Gate the third : Indiscreet apparel.
The attire of woman for the last few
years has been beautiful and graceful
beyond anything I have known ; but
there are those who will always carry
that which is right into the extraordinary -
nary and indiscreet. I charge Christian
women , neither by style of dress nor
adjustment of apparel , to become administrative -
ministrative of evil. Perhaps none else
will dare to tell you , so I iv111 tell you
that there are multitudes of men who
owe their eternal damnation to what has
been at different times the boldness of
womanly attire. Show me the fashion-
plates of any age between this and the
time of Louis 1VI. , of France , and Henry -
ry VIII. , of England , and I will tell you
the type of morals or immorals of that
age or that year. No exception to it.
Modest apparel means a righteous peo-
ple. Immodest apparel always means a
contaminated and depraved society. You
wonder that the city of Tyre was destroyed -
stroyed with such a terrible destruction.
Have you ever seen the fashion-plate of
the city of Tyre ? I will show it to you :
"Moreover , the Lord saith , because
the aaughters of Zion are haughty and
walk with stretched-forth necks and
wanton eyes , walking and mincing as
they go , and making a tinkling with
their feet , In that day the Lord will take
away the bravery of their tinkling ornaments -
ments about their feet , and their cause ,
and their round tires like the moon , the
rings and nose jewels , the changeable
suits of apparel , and the mantles , and
the wimples , and the crisping-pins. "
That is the fashion-plate of ancient
Tyre. And do you wonder that the
Lord God in his indignation blotted out
the city , so that ° shermen today
spread their nets where that city once
stood ?
Gate the fourth : Alcoholic beverage.
Oh ! the wine-cup is the patron of im-
purity. The officers of the law tell us
that nearly all the men who go into
the shambles of death go in intoxicated -
cated , the mental and the spiritual
abolished , that the brute may triumph.
Tell me that a young man drinks and
I know the whole story. If he becomes
a captive of the wine-cup he will become -
come a captive of all other vices : only
give him time. No one ever runs drunkenness -
enness alone. That is a carrion-crow
that goes in a flock , and when you see
that beak ahead you may know the
other beaks are coming -in other
words , the wine-cup imbalances and
dethrones one's better judgment and
] eaves one the prey of all evil appetites -
tites that may choose to alight upon his
soul. There is not a place of any kind
of sin in the United States today that
does not find its chief abettor in the
chalice of inebriety. There is either
a drinking-bar before or one behind ,
or one above , or one underneath. These
people escape legal penalty because
they are all licensed to sell liquor. The
courts that license the sale of strong
drink , license gambling-houses , lloense
libertinism , license disease , license
death , license all sufferings , all crimes ,
all despoliations , all disasters , all murders -
ders , all woe. It is the courts and the
legislature that are swinging wide open
this grinding , creaky , stupendous gate
of the lost.
But you say , "You have described
these gates of hell and shown us how
they swing in to allow the entrance of
the doomed. Will you not , please , before -
fore you get through the sermon , tell
us how these hates of hell may swing
out to allow the escape of the penitent -
tent ? " I reply , But very few escape.
Of the thousand that go in nine hundred -
dred and ninetynine perish. Suppose
one of these wanderers should knock
at your door , would you aCmlt her ?
Suppose you knew where she came
from , would you ask her to sit at your
dining-table ? Would you ark hc'r to
become the governess of your children ?
Would you introduce her among your
acquaintanceships ? Would you take
the responsibility of pulling on the outside -
side of the gate of hell while the pusher
on the inside of the gate is trying to
get out ? You would not , and not one
of a thousand of you would dare to do
so. You would write beautiful poetry
over her sorrows and weep over her
misfortunes , but give her practical help
you never will. But you say , "Are
there no ways by which the wanderer
may escape ? " Oh , yes ; three or four.
The one is the sewing-girl's garret ,
dingy , cold , hunger-blasted. But you
say , ' Is there no other way for her to
escape ? " Oh , yes. Another way h the
street that leads to the river , at midnight -
night , the end of the city dc the
moon shining down on the water making -
ing it look so smooth she wonders if
it is deep enough. It is. No boatman
near enough to hear the plung ? . No
watchman near enough to pick her out
before she sinks the third time. No i
other way ? Yes , L'y the curve of the
railroad at the point where the engineer -
gineer of the lightning expre.s cannot
see a hundred yards ahead to the form
that lies across the track. He may
whistle "down brakes , " but not soon
enough to disappoint the one who saeks
her death. But you say , Isn't God
good , and won t he forgi" ? " Yes , but
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man will not , woman will not , society
will not. The church of God says it
will , but it will not. Our work , then ,
must be prevention rather than cure.
Those gates of hell are to be prostrated -
trated just as certainly as God and the !
Bible are true , but it will not he done
until Christian men and women , quitting -
ting their prudery and squeamishness
in this matter , rally the whole Christian -
tian sentiment of the church and assail -
sail these great evils of society. The
Bible utters its denunciation in this
direction again and again , and yet the
piety of the day is such a namby-
pamby sort of thing that you cannot
even quote Scripture without making
somebody ; restless. As long as this holy
imbecility reigns in the church of God
sin will laugh you to seorn. I do not
know but that before the church wakes
up matters will get worse and worse ,
and that there will have to be one lamb
sacrificed from each of the most carefully -
fully guarded folds and the wave of
uncleanness dash to the spire of the
village church and the top of the cathedral -
thedral tower.
A cold winter night in a city church.
It Is Christmas night. They have been
decorating the sanctuary. A lost wanderer -
derer of the street , with thin shawl
about her , attracted by the warmth
and light , comes in and sits near the
door. The minister of religion is
preaching of Him who was wounded
for our transgressions and bruised for
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our Inqultles ! , and the poor soulty till
door saki : "Why , that must mean me ,
'mercy for the chief of sinners ; bruised
for our Iniquities ; wounded for our ,
transgressions. ' "
The music that night ! n the sanctuary
brought back the old hymn which she
used to sing when , with father and
mother , she worshipped God In the vii-
lage church. The service over , the minister -
ister went down the aisle. She said
to him : "Were those words for me ? 7 ,
'Wounded for our transgressions. ' Was
that for me ? " The man of God understood -
stood her not. He knew not how to
comfort a shipwrecked soul , and he
passed on and he passed out. The poor
wanderer followed into the street.
"What are you doing here , Meg" "
said the police. , What are you doing
here tonight ? " "Oh , " she replied , "I 7
was in to warm myself , " and then the
rattling cough came , and she held to
the railing until the paroxysm was ; tg
over. She passed on down the street ,
falling from exhaustion ; recovering r
herself again , until after a while she
reached the outskirts of the city , and f
passed on the country road. It seemed
so familiar , she kept on the road , and
she saww in the distance a light in the C
window. Ah ! that light had been
gleaming there every night since she
went away. On that country road she
passed until she came to the garden h
gate. She opened it and passed up the
path where she played in childhood.
She came to the steps and looked 1n at
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the fire on the hearth. Then she put
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her fingers to the latch. Oh , If that
door had been locked she would have /
perished on the threshold , for she was
near to death ! But the door had not
been locked since the time she went
away , She pushed open the door. She /
went in and la y down on the hearth by
the fire. The old house dog growled
as he saw her enter , but there was "
something in the voice he recognized ,
and he frisked about her until he al- LI
most pushed her down in his joy.
In the morning the mother came down
and she saw a bundle of rags on the
hearth , but when the face was uplifted -
lifted she knew it , and it was no more
old Meg of the street. Throwing her
arms around the returned prodigal , she
cried , "Oh , Maggie ! " The child threw
her arms around her mother's neck and
said , "Oh , mother ! " and while they t '
were embraced a rugged form towered I '
above them. It was the father. The
severity all gone out of his face , he
stooped and took her up tenderly and
carried her to the mother's room and
laid her down on mother's bed , for she
was dying. Then the lost one , looking
up into her mother's face , said :
'I 4Wrounded for 1
our transgressions and
bruised for our iniquities ! ' Mother , do
you think that means me ? " "Oh , yes , '
my darling , " said the mother. "If
mother is so glad to get you back don't
you think God is glad to get you back ? "
And there she lay dying , and all
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their dreams and all their prayers were
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filled with the words , "Wounded for '
our transgressions and bruised for our
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iniquities , " until , just before the moment -
ment of her departure , her face lighted
up , showing the pardon of God had
dropped upon her soul. And there she !
slept away on the bosom of a pardoning -
ing Jesus. So the Lord took back one
whom the world rejected. i
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CLASP HANDS EIGHTEEN HOURS '
Novel Contest of Paul Goldsbury and j
Mrs. Weisner of Chlca i ; o.
Christian science , represented in the
person of Mrs. Weisner , the wife of a i
Chicago doctor , and great will power , : ;
in the person of Paul Goldsbury , also
of Chicago , has had a remarkable struggle -
gle for mastery at Warwick , Mass.
Gelds bury is a native of Warwick , and G
is a member of the Moody quartette , so
called because of its singing at the '
Moody meetings during the World's ;
Fair. Both came here to spend their {
vacations , s ; ys a special from that
place. The two friends had many
earnest discussions and these culrai- '
nated in an assertion from Mrs. Weis-
ser that , with the assitance of Christian - 1
tian science , she could demonstrate that
her will was stronger than that of
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Goldsbury , and she challenged him to
a physical test. IIe accepted. They '
were to clasp hands , and the one that
firs : . unclasped was to be the van-
quished. hands were clasped by the ,
man and woman , and , incredible as it
may seem , the clasp was not broken for
eighteen hours , and then only by force-
Mrs. Weisner showed little effects of
the long struggle , but the affair caused
such comment that on Monday she
started for Chicago. The claim is that
she hypnotized Goldsbury.
PRINTER'S INK.
They sell most who advertise most-
And why not ?
A true advertisement is the echo of
actions behind the counter.
Every clerk in your store should echo
in actions and words the ring of your
advert iser : ents.
Curiosityy is a keyhole through which
many an advertiser pokes his argu-
meat into t.ic public mind.
Adver tiaiug to a well-stocked store , 1
like rain to a thirsty plant , enlivens
and leaves "silver drops" all around.
It is vastly important , both to adver- f
ti : er and publisher , that the best newspapers - ,
papers shall be known and recognized ,
as such.
A catchy advertisement in an evening -
ing paper is like a rainbow in the east.
It is a bright pledge of tomorrow's bus-
ness sunshine.
As a stiff breeze sweepeth the clouds
from the sky , so brisk advertising
sweepeth cobwebs from the hustling
merchant's store.
A long-winded ad containing little
reason , like a bin of chaff with a fez'
scattered grains , is not worth the '
trouble of looking over. ;
An advertiser's discretion ] s not so
much indicated by never choosing a
false medium as fir never "putting his
foot in it" a second time.
Mr. Charles N. Kent , a gentleman
well known to many newspaper men
and advertisers , asserts that the daily js
papers of Philadelphia set advertisements - ;
ments better than those of any other 1
city in America.
The brightest and most original advertisers -
vertisers of the day are not necessarily
so because they advance new methods.
but simply because they know how to
say their say as if it had never been
said before.
The French was the only nation that
acquired a permanent ascendency ovet
the Indians without serious wars. The
efforts of the French to upraise the.
conditicn of the Indians wt : a ; s + twat ,
but all ! ailed.
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