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H X "You will oblige me by leaving the
B Cf 6ouse , " he said , "if you cannot speak
B * \ ' ' civilly. I have made this lady my wife ,
B ff / "Sho belongs now to me and my coun-
B. \ try , and she accompanies me to Paris
H I tonight. "
H 1 , ' ' - "No , not tonight , " said Marjorie
H 1 -quickly. "You will not take me away
B 1) ) tonight , Leon ! "
M ff "And why not tonight , Marjorie ? "
B \ "Because I have promised Mr. Suth-
B \ * rland to go back with him to Annan-
B \ -dale to see my to sec dear Miss Heth-
R y eringto n. She Is ill , and she wants mo ,
Bl hJ\ -monsieur. "
HI c * \ "I regret it , but we do not get every-
KB. \ ) -thing we wish in this world. I must
B'V - ' , eave f ° i * Paris without delay ! "
B W Marjorie hesitated and looked con-
B jar fused. Then Sutherland spoke , uncon-
B ftv -sciously uttering the thoughts which
B \ had been in the girl's mind.
B # V "You can go to Paris , " he said , "if
B J * y y u allow Marjorie to return with me. "
H \ / Tlie Frenchman gave a smile which
K J • was half a sneer.
B J\ "You are consideration itself , mon-
HK | T * sieur , " ho said. Then , turning to Mar-
H 1 joric , he added : "What dees my wife
H [ 4 * ' say to that ? "
V l "I I don't know , " she stammered.
1 \ "I am so sorry for Miss Hetherington.
1 v It would be only for a few days , pcr-
Bl Jr Iiaps , and I could follow you. "
Bfl 1 Caussidiere smiled again , this time
B B less agreeably.
H "You seem to be tender-hearted ,
M . .Marjorie , " he said , "to every one but
1 t\inyself. Truly , an admirable speech to
| 'Wke to your husband in the first flush
H of the honeymoon. I am too fond of
you , however , to lose you quite so
. ooon. "
\ "Then you will not let me return ? "
"Most assuredly I shall not let you
go ; what is Miss Hetherington to you
or to me ? She is your mother , per-
f\ Laps , as you say ; but in her ease , what
does that sacred word 'mother' mean ?
Merely this : A woman so hardened
that she could abandon her helpless off
spring to the mercy o 'f strangers ; rmd
afterward , when she saw her alone and
utterly friendless , had not tenderness
enough to come forward and say : 'Mar
i jorie , you are not alone in the world ;
come to me your mother ! ' "
"Ah , Leon , do not talk so ! " exclaim
ed Marjorie ; then , seeing Sutherland
, . about to speak , she went toward him
with outstretched hands.
vy } "Do not speak , " she whispered , "for
my sake. Since my husband wishes it ,
I must remain. Good-by. "
She held forth her hand , and ho took
\ it in both of his , and , answering her
prayer , he remained silent. He had
sense enough to see that in the present
instance the Frenchman had the power
entirely in his own hands , and that he
intended to use it. He had noted the
sneers and cruel smiles which had flit
ted over Caussidiere's face , and he haw
that further interference of his might
vesult in evil for the future of her he
. loved.
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B Wx \ $ ° ' 5nstea < i of turning to the Freneh-
H W ' \ l , man , tie kept Marjorie's hand , and
B C h ) ' said :
1 / "You are sure , Marjorie , that you
Bcl } vfish to remain ? "
BSffi J ) . "Yens , " sobbed Marjorie , "quite sure.
Kl J Cire my love to my dear mother , and
BKl ' * " aB5r very soon m" husband will
B i i bring rce home again. "
3 1 i I He lifted her hand to his lips and
Hh 1 , ' | . kissed 't again and again ; then , with-
m | I J/ out antI-ker word , he was about to
B II m leave tn-j room , when Caussidiere stop-
Hfi 1 \ $ "Monsieur , " he said , "j'ou will also ,
B 1 P * - * ou y ease hear a leetle message io
k § % -our muo. 'i esteemed Miss Hetherington
H § 3 ; from ma. Tell her that , though in the
R > % first dars of our married life she has
| Bt i , M tried to separate my wife from me , I
H if 'f bear her no ill will ; on the contrary , I
I Bf ff hall be glad to hear of her prosperity.
R & Tell her , also , monsieur , " added the
I H Iff Frenchn-an blandly , "that since Mar-
B H . . s } $ jorie Annan and I are one , we share
H | i % j the same good or evil fortune ; that she
BB ' * v cannot now gratify her malignity by
H5 * persecuting Leon Caussidiere without
i Wi
I S ) JK persecuting her own child ! "
HB | ) CHAPTER XXIV.
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1 • W&0i \ \ \ row Parisian
B W • * M tlcK i-streets in the near
B R / ? ( WSfc i neighborhood o f
I B 1 lisEisK ? ithe Seine' close lo
Hj R m " amp ) | j quays and old
B K 1 4SS * hookstalls , fre-
rVA *
B B W fiplquented by the
B B riV S ) litterateur out at
m /r )
Ml m Vfe/fi T f elbows and the
B * 0\ * bibliomaniac , there
H m ' is an obscure caba-
B rat or house of entertainment , bearing
H 1 the name of Mouche d'Or. Besides the
B W\ \ sanded salon , Avith its marble tables
B a , and its buffet , presided over by a giddy
B 1 damsel of forty , there is a dining-
B I ft' chamber up stairs , so low that a tall
f\ man standing upright can almost touch
11 the ceiling with his head , and so badly
| 3l lit by a narrow- window that a light of
jiA some sort is necessary even by broad
m \ day.
R' } In this upper chamber , one foggy af- *
U 'VI % < tftrnoon in autumn , three j'ears ifter
k Bi 1 ta0 occurrence of the events described
s SI i J in the last chapter , a man was seated
\ f alone and busily writing at one of the
t ' ' jll J m wooden tables.
'Ml ft | M I'he man was about forty years of.
JBi I M age , corpulent , with jet-black hair and
BoHi 9 nidstache , but otherwise clean shaven.
BBl He wroU rapidly , almost furiously ,
now and then pausing to read , half
aloud i , the matter on the paper , ob
viously his own composition. As he
did i so , he smiled , well pleased , or
frowned savagely. Presently he paus
ed ' and stamped with his foot on the
floor.
In answer to his summons , a young
woman of about twenty , gaudily at
tired , with a liberal display of cheap
jewelry , came up the narrow stairs.
"Ah , Adele ! " cried the man , "is the
boy below ? "
The woman answered with a curious
nod.
"Give him these papers let him fly
with them to the printer. Stay ! Is
any one below ? "
"No one , Monsieur Fernand. "
"Death of my life , Caussidiere is
late , " muttered the man. "Bring me
some absinthe and a packet of cigar
ettes. "
The woman disappeared with the
parcel of manuscript , and returned al
most immediately , bearing the things
ordered. She had scarcely set them
down , when a foot was heard upon the
stairs , and our old acquaintance , Caus
sidiere , elegantly attired , with fault
less gloves and boots , entered the
room.
"Here you are ! " cried the man. "You
come a little late , men camarade. I
should have liked you to hear the ar
ticle I have just dispatched to the Bon
Citoyen. "
"It will keep till tomorrow , Huet , "
returned the other , dryly , "when I shall
behold it in all the glory of large type. "
Huet , as the man was named , l-ipped
out a round oath.
"It is a firebrand , a bombshell , by
! " he cried. "The dagger-thrust of
Marat , with the epigram of Victor Hu
go. I have signed it at full length ,
mon camarade 'Fernand Huet , Work
man , Friend of the People. ' "
Caussidiere laughed and sat down.
"No man can match you , my dear
Huet , in the great war of words. "
"Just so.-and in the war of swords ,
too , when the time comes. Nature has
given me the soul of a poet , the heart
of a lion , the strength of Hercules , the
tongue of Apollo. Behold me ! When
heroes are wanted , I shall be there. "
The two men talked for some time
on general subjects ; then Huet , after
regarding his companion with a pro
longed stare , observed with a coarse
laugh :
"You are a swell as usual , my Caus
sidiere. Parb eu , it is easily seen that
you earn not your living , like a good
patriot , by the sweat of your brow !
Who is the victim , mon camarade !
Who bleeds ? "
"I do not waste what I have , " re
turned Caussidiere , "and I love clean
linen , that is all. "
Huet snapped his fingers and laugh
ed.
"Do j'ou think I am a fool to swallow
that canard ? No , my CausBidiere. You
have money , you have a little necl-egg
at home. You-have a wife , brave boy ;
she is English , and she is rich. " " "
"On the contrary , she is very poor , "
answered Caussidiere. "She has' not a
sou. "
"Diable ! "
"Nevertheless , I will not disguise
from you that she has wealthy connec
tions , who sometimes assist us in our
struggle for subsistence. But it is not
much that comes to me from that quar
ter , I assure you. My correspondence
and my translations are our chief re
liance. "
"Then they pay you like a prince ,
mon camarade ! " cried Huet. "But
there , that is your affair , not mine.
You are with us , at any rate , heart .md
soul ? "
"Assuredly. "
Sinking their voices , they continued
to converse for some time. A't Inst
Caussidiere icse to go. After a rouh
handshake from Huet , and a gruffly
murmured "A bientot , " he made his
way down the narrow stairs , and found
himself in the sanded entresol of the
cabaret.
Several men in blouses sat -at the ta
ble drinking , waited upon by Adele.
As Caussidiere crossed the room the
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girl followed him to the door and
touched him on the shoulder.
"How is madame ? " she asked , in a
low voice. "I trust much better. "
Caussidiere gazed at the questioner
with no very amiable expression.
"Do you say Madame Caussidiere ?
How do you know that there is such a
person ? " -
The girl shrugged her shoulders.
"Your wife er your mistress , it is all
the same. You know whom I mean ,
monsieur. "
"She is better , then. "
"And the little garcon ? "
"Quite well , " answered Caussidiere ,
passing out into the street.
Leaving Mouche d'Or behind him ,
and passing along the banks of the
Seine , Caussidiere crossed the river
and reached the neighborhood of the
Palais Royal. From time to time he
exchanged a nod or a greeting with
some passer-by , generally a person
much more shabbily attired than him
self. Lingering among the arches , he
purchased one or two journals from the
itinerant venders.and then passed slow .
ly on till he reached a narrow back
street , before one of the doors of which
he paused and rang a bell. The door
befng opened by , a man xln his shirt
sleees , who greeted him with a "bon
BOlrV ne Passed up a dingy flight of !
wooden stairs till ho gained the second
floor , which consisted of three rooms
on suite , a small oalon , a bedchamber ,
and a smaller bedchamber adjoining.
In the salon which was gau
dily but shabbily furnished In red
velvet , with mirrors on the walls , a
young woman was seated sewing , and
playing near to her wa3 a child about
.a year and a half old. Both mother
and child were very pale and delicate ,
but both had the same soft features ,
gentle blue eyes and golden hair.
The woman was Marjorie Annan
Marjorie with all the lightness and
happiness gone out of her face , which
had grown sad and very pale. As
Caussidiere entered , she looked up
eagerly and greeted him by his Chris
tian name. The child paused timidly
in his play.
"You are late , Leon , " said Marjo
rie , in French. "I have waited in all
day , expecting , you to return. "
"I was busy and couldn't come , "
was the reply. "Any letters ? "
"No , Leon. "
Caussidiere uttered an angry excla
mation , and threw himself into an
armchair.
"The old woman had better take
care , " he cried. "Nearly a week has
now passed and she has not replied to
my note that is , to yours. And we
want money Infernally , a3 you know. "
Marjorie sighed , and her eyes filled
with tears.
"Why are you crying ? " demanded
her husband , sharply. "Because you
have an unnatural mother , who would
rather see you starve than share her
wealth with you , or with the child ? "
"No , no , it is not that , " answered
Marjorie. "Miss Hetherington has
been very good. She has given us a
great deal already ; but we require so
much , and I am sure she is not so rich
as you suppose. "
"She is a miser , I tell you , " returned
Caussidiere. "What she has sent you
is not sufficient for an ordinary semp
stress * wage. She had better take
care ! If she offends me , look you , 1
could bring her to shame before all the
world. "
At this moment there was a knock
at the room door , and the man who
had admitted Caussidiere entered with
a letter.
"A letter for madame , " he said.
Marjorie took the letter , and , while
the man retired , opened it with trem
bling hands. Her husband watched
her gloomily , but his eye glistened as
he saw her draw forth a bank order.
"Well ? " he said.
"It is from Miss Hetherington from
my mother ! Oh , is she not good !
Look , Leon ! An order upon the bank
I 1 for thirty pounds. "
"Let me look at it , " said Caussidi-u-e ,
rising and taking it from his wife's
hand. "Thirty pounds ! It is not
much. Well , what does the old wom
an say ? "
"I have not read the letter. "
"Let me read it , " he said , taking it
from her and suiting the action to the
words.
It was a longish communication.
Caussidiere read it slowly , and his face
darkened , especially when he came to
the following words :
"If you are unhappy , come back to
me. Remember your home is alway ?
here. Oh , Marjorie ! my bairn ! nev
er forget that ! It is a mother's heart
that yearns and waits for you ! Como
buck , Marjorie , before it is broken al
together. "
CaussiHiere tossed the letter on the
table. ,
"So you have been telling her that
you are unhappy , " he said wi'th a
sneer. "Jn the future I must see all
your letters , even to the postscripts.
AntJ she begs -you to go back to Scot-
lar-4 ! Well , who knows ? it may
cofte to that yet ! "
( TO 1 C CONTINUED. )
SALADS AS A DIET.
Mo * * . Wholesome Food and Should Ila
Kateu Every Day.
"The beauty and wholesomeness of
the s lad should commend it to every
American housekeeper , " writes Mrs. S.
T. F.orer in the Ladies' Home Journal.
' • [ o not refer to those highly ses-
nonerl combinations of hard-boiled egg ?
and mustard , but to dainty dinner or
luncheon salads made with a dressing
of olive oil , a few drops of lemon juice
and a light seasoning of salt , garlic and
pepper.
"The sails necessary for the well be
ing of our blood are bountifully given
in these green vegetables. Then , too ,
it is a pleasant way of taking fatty
food. All machinery must be well
ciled to prevent friction , and the won
derful human engine is not an excep
tion to the rule. Look carefully to it
that you take sufficient fatty food.
"The Americans do not use enough
oil to keep them in perfect health.
While butter is served in some families
three times a day , and is better than
no fat , its composition is rather against
it as compared to a sweet vegetable oil.
Fats well digested are the salvation of
consumptives , or those suffering from
any form cf tuberculosis. For these
reasons a simple salad composed of any
green vegetable and a French dressing
should be seen on every well-regulated
table 363 times a year. Those who live
out of town can obtain from the fields
sorrel , long docks , dandelions and
lamb's quarters for the ccsl of picking.
Where desserts are not used , and l "
wish for health's sake , they might hi.
abolished , a salad with a bit cf cheese
and bread or wafer or cracker , with
a small cup of coffee , may clcse the
meal. Where a dessert is used the
salad , cheese and wafer are served just
before it , to prick up the appetite that
it may enjoy more fully the sweetAt
a large dinner the salad is usually
served with the game , course. "
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Courting done on a tanden. ught td
result in a double .safety match.
TALMAGEJS SEJR.3I0N.
"HOUSEHOLD CARES. " last
SUNDAY'S SUBJECT.
"Lord , Dost Thou Not Cure That My
.Slxtor Him .Left M < > to fcorvo Alone' ' "
J.ulco ; Chuptcr X. , Verne -10.
Yonder is a beautiful village home
stead. The man of the house Is dead ,
and his widow is taking charge of the
premises. This is the widow , Martha
of Bethany. Yes , I will show you also
the pet of the household. This is
Mary , the younger sister , with a book
under her arm , and her face having no
appearance of anxiety or care. Com
pany has come. Christ stands outside
the door , and , of course , there is a
good deal of excitement inside the
dcor. The disarranged furniture is
hastily put aside , aud the hair is
brushed back , and the dresses are ad
justed as well as , in so short a time ,
Mary and Martha can attend to these
matters. They did not keep Christ
standing at the door until they were
newly apparelled , or until they had
elaborately arranged their tresses , then
coming out with their affected sur
prise as though they had not heard the
two or three previous knockings , say
ing : "Why , is that you ? " No. They
were ladies , and were always presenta
ble , although they may not have al
ways had on their best , for none of us
always has on our best ; if wc did , our
best would not be worth having on.
They throw open the door , and greet
Christ. They say : "Good-morning ,
Master ; coma in and be seated. " Christ
did not come alone ; He had a group of
friends with him , and such an influx
of city visitors would throw any coun
try home into perturbation. I suppose
also the walk from the city had been
a good appetizer. The kitchen depart
ment that day was a very important
department , and I suppose that Mar
tha had no sooner greeted the guests
than she fled to that room. Mary had
no worriment about household affairs.
She had full confidence that Martha
could get up the best dinner In Beth
any. She seems to say : "Now let us
have a division of labor , Martha , you
cook , and I'll sit down and be good. "
So you have often seen a great dif
ference between two sisters.
There is Martha , hard-working ,
painstaking , a good manager , ever in-
\entive of some new pastry , or discov
ering something in the ait of cookery
and housekeeping. There is Mary , al
so fond gf conversation , literary , so
engaged in deep questions of ethics
she has no time to attend to the ques
tions of household welfare. It is noon.
Mary is in the parlor with Christ.
Martha is in the kitchen. It would
have been better if they had divided
the work , and then they could have
divided the opportunity of listening to
Jesus ; but Mary monopolizes Christ ,
while Martha swelters at the fire. It
was a very important thing that they
should have a good dinner that day.
Christ was hungry , and he did not
often have a luxurious entertainment.
Alas me ! if the duty had devolved upon
Mary , what a repast that would have
been ! But something went wrong in
the kitchen. Perhaps the fire would
not burn , or the bread would not bake ,
or Martha scalded her hand , or some
thing was burned black that ought to
have been made brown ; and Martha
lost her patience , and forgetting the
proprieties of the occasion , with be-
sweated brow , and . perhaps with
pitcher in one hand and tongs in the
other , she rushes out of the kitchen in
to the presence of Christ , saying :
"Lord , dost Thou not care that my sis
ter hath left me to serve alone ? "
Christ scolded not a word. If it were
scolding , I should rather have his
scolding than anybody else's blessing.
There was nothing acerb. He knew
Martha had almost worked herself to
death to get him something to eat , and
so he throws a world of tenderness in
to his intonation as he seems to say :
"My dear woman , do not worry ; let the
dinner go ; sit down on this ottoman
beside Mary , your younger sister.
Martha , Martha , thou art careful and
tioubled about many things , but one
thing is needful. " As Martha throws
open that kitchen door I look in and
see a great many household perplexi
ties and anxieties.
First , there is the trial of non-ap
preciation. That is what made Martha
so mad with Mary. The younger sister
had no estimate of her older sister's
fatigues. As now , men bothered with
the anxieties of the store , and office ,
and shop , or coming from the StockEx-
change , say when they get home : "Oh ,
you ought to be in our factory a little
while ; you ought to have to manage
eight , or ten , or twenty subordinates ,
and then you would know what trouble
and anxiety are ! " Oh , sir , the wife
and the mother has to conduct at the
same time a university , a clothing es
tablishment , a restaurant , a laundry ,
a library , while she is health officer ,
police , and president of her realm ! She
must do a thousand things , and do
them well , in order to keep things
going smoothly ; and so her brain and
her nerves are taxed to the utmost.
I know there are housekeepers who
are so fortunate that they can sit in an
arm-chair in thte library , or lie on the
belated pillow , and throw off all the
care upon subordinates who , having
large wages and great experience , can
attend to all the affairs of the house
hold. Those are the exceptions. I am
speaking now of the great mass of
housekeepers the women to whom
life is a struggle , and who , at thirty
years of age , look as though they were
forty , and at forty look as though
they were fifty , and at fifty look as
though they were sixty. The fallen
at Chalons , and Austerlitz , and Get
tysburg , and Waterloo are a small
number compared with the slain In the
great Armageddon of the kitchen. You
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IMS3BMWW BEi BMMg Bea BI iW
go out to the cemetery and you will
sec that the tombstones all read beau
tifully poetic ; but If those tombstones
would speak the truth , thousands of
them would say : "Here lies a woman
killed by too much mending , and sew
ing , and baking , and scrubbing , and
scouring ; the weapon with which she
was slain was a broom , or a sewing
machine , or a ladle. " You think , 0
man of the world ! that you have all the
cares and anxieties. If the cares and
anxieties of the household should come
upon you for one week , you would be
lit for the Insane asylum. The half-
rested housekeeper arises In the morn
ing , he must have the'morning lepast
prepared at an Irrevocable hour. What
if the fire will not light ; what If the
marketing did not come ; what If the
clock has stopped no matter , she must
have the morning repast at an irrevoc
able hour. Then the children must beget
got off to school. What If their gar
ments are torn ; what If they do not
know their lessons ; what if they have
lost a hat or sash they must be ready.
Then you have all the diet of the day ,
and perhaps of several days , to plan ;
but what if the butcher has sent meat
unmasticable , or the grocer has sent
articles of food adulterated , and what
if some piece of silver be gone , or some
favorite chalice bo cracked , or the roof
leak , or the plumbing fail , or any one
of a thousand things occur you must
be ready , prlng weather comes , and
there must be a revolution in the fam-
be ready. Spring weather comes , and
you must shut out the northern blast ;
but what if the moth has preceded you
to the chest ; what if , during the year ,
the children have outgrown the apparel
of last year ; what if the fashions have
changed. Your house must bo an
apothecary's shop ; It must be a dis
pensary ; there must be medicines for
all sorts of ailments something to
loosen the croup , something to cool the
burn , something to poultice the inflam
mation , something to silence the jump
ing tooth , something to soothe the ear
ache. You must be in naif a dozen
places at the same time , or you must
attempt to be. If , under all this wear
and tear of life , Martha makes an im
patient rush upon the library or draw
ing-room , lie patient , be lenienf ! Oh ,
woman , though I may fail to stir up an
appreciation in the souls cf others in
regard to your household toils , let me
assure you , from the kindliness with
which Jesus Christ met Martha , that
he appreciates all your work from gar
ret to cellar ; and that the God of De
borah , and Hannah , and Abigail , and
Grandmother Lois , and Elizabeth Fry ,
and Hannah More is the God of the
housekeeper ! Jesus was never mar
ried , that he might be the especial
friend and confidant of a whole world
of troubled womanhood. I blunder ;
Christ was married. The Bible says
that the Church is the Lamb's v/ife ,
and that makes me know that all
Christian women have a right to go
to Christ and tell him of their annoy
ances and troubles , since by his oath
of conjugal fidelity he is sworn to sym
pathize. George Herbert , the Christian
poet , wrote two or three verses on thi3
subject :
"The servant by this clause
Makes drudgery divine :
Who sweeps a room , as for Thy laws ,
Makes this the action fine. "
a young woman of brilliant educa
tion and prosperous circumstances was
called down-stairs to help in the kitch
en in the absence of the servants. The
Uocr-bell ringing , she went to open it
and found a gentleman friend , wh"
said as he came in : "I thought I heard
music ; was it on this piano or on this
harp ? " She answered : "No ; I was
playing on a grid-iron , with frying-pan
accompaniment. The servants are
gone , and I am learning how to do
this work. " Well done ! When will
women in all circles find out that it is
honorable to do anything that ought
to be done ?
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Eow great are the responsibilities of
housekeepers ! Sometimes an indiges
tible article of food , by its effect upon
a king , has overthrown aii empire. A
distinguished statistician says of one
thousand unmarried men there are
thirty-eight criminals , and of me
thousand married men only eighteen
are criminals. What a suggestion of
home influences ! Let the most be
made of them. Housekeepers by the
food they provide , by the couches they
spread , by the books they introduce , by
the influences they bring around th ir
home , are deciding the physical , intel
lectual , moral , eternal destiny of the
race. You say your life is one of sac
rifice. I know it. But , my sisters , that
is the only life worth living. That was
Florence Nightingale's life ; that was
Payson's life ; that was Christ's life.
We admire it in others ; but how very
hard it is for us to exercise it our
selves ! When in Brooklyn , young Dr.
Hutchinson , having spent a whole
night in a diphtheritic room for the re
lief of a patient , became saturated wilh
the poison and died , we all felt as if
we would like to put garlands on his
grave ; everybody appreciates that.
When , in the burning hotel at St.
Louis , a young man on the fifth story
broke open the door of the room where
his mother was sleeping , and plunged
in amid smoke and fire , crying , "Moth
er , where are you ? " and never came
out , our hearts applauded that young
man. But how few of us have the
Christlike spirit a willingness to suf
fer for others ! A rough teacher in a
school called upon a poor , half starved
lad who had offended against the laws
of the school and said , "Take off your
coat , directly , sir. " The boy refused
to take it off , whereupon the teacher
said again , "Take off your coat , sir , "
as he swung the whip through the air.
The boy refused. It was not because
he was afraid of the lash he was used
to that at home but it was from
shame he had no undergarment ; and
as at the third command he pulhtl |
slowly off bin coat , there went a sob - ' ' |
through the school. They saw then t * |
why ho did not want to remove hn ! * * |
coat , and they saw the nhoulder hladK H
hud almost cut through the skin , nml . 1
a stout , healthy boy rose up and went |
to the teacher of the school and said : H
"Oh , sir , plcaso don't hurt this poor H |
fellow ; whip me ; hoc. lie's noth- H
lug but a poor chap ; don't hurt him , H
he's poor ; whip me. " "Well , " Haul H
the teacher , "it's going to be u Bcvoro H
whipping ; I am willing to take you as H
a substitute. " "Well. " said the boy. B
"I don't care ; you whip me. If you will |
let this poor fellow go. " The stout. H
healthy boy took the scourging without - H
out an outcry. "Bravo ! " says every |
man "Bravo ! " How many of us ara |
willing to take the scourging , and the H
suffering , and the toll , and the anxiety B
for the people ! Beautiful things j B
to admire , but how little wo have of H
that spirit ! God give us that self- B
denying spirit , so that whether wo H
are in humble spheres or In conapicit- j H
ous spheres wc may perform our whole H
duty for this struggle will soon Lo B H
One of the most affecting rcmiuls- s B
cenccs of my mother is my remembrance - | |
brance of her as a Christian hoiu"B
keeper. She worked very hard , cul B
when we would come in from summer B
play , and sit down at the table at noon , ll B
I remember how she used ' to como In { B
with beads of persplrat ion along the ' { . B
line of gray hair , and how sometimes / B
she would sit down at the table and B
put her head against her wrinkled ' ' B
hand and say , "Well , the fact is , I'm. | H
too tired to eat. " Long after she might | |
have delegated this duty to others , B
she would not be satisfied unless she l B
attended to the matter herself. In fact f B
we all preferred to have her do 2 > o. / B
for somehow things tasted better when , " > B
she prepared them. Some time ago. H
in an express train , I shot past that old j H
homestead. I looked out of the wid- H
dow , and tried to peer through * ho H
darkness. While I was doing so. one H
of my old schoolmates , whom I had H
net seen for many years , tapped me H
on the shoulder , and said , "De Witt. H
I see you are looking out at the scenes H
of your boyhood. " "Oh , yes , " I replied - 1
plied , "I was looking out at the old H
place where my mother lived and died. " B
That night , in the cars , the whole M
scene came back to me. There was H
the country home. There was the noonday - H
day table. There were the children on 1 H
either side of the table , most of them 1 H
gone never to come back. At one end H H
of the table , my father , with a smile M H
that never left his countenance even M H
when he lay in his coffin. It was ai l B
eighty-four years' smile not the smil ? B
of inanition , but of Christian courage H
and of Christian hope. At the other B
end of the table was a beautiful , be- j B
nignant , hard-working , aged Christian H
housekeeper , my mother. She was very K |
tired. I am glad she has so good a. Pfl |
place to rest in. "Blessed are the r < |
dead who die in the Lord ; they rest | T B
'
from their labors , and their works do H
follow them. " 'l H
> aj > oleonn Ijont Treasure. H
The recent find of an old militarv H
knapsack filled with French gold H
pieces coined about the beginning of M
the century near Vilho , Russia , recalls H
the dreadful fate of Napoleon's grand fJ B
army and its disastrous Russian campaign - B
paign in 1812. After the destruction H
of Moscow the bold conqueror wa3 H
compelled to seek safety , but his return H
to the frontier was not the retreat of |
an orderly army ; it was flight with all H
its horrors. Napoleon himself hurried H
back in advance of his army , in order M
to steady the throne , which had become - |
come shaky by events in Paris and M
elsewhere. The shipping of the war H
treasure , which at that time still "on- M
tained 12,000,000 francs , and which was M
transferred in barrels in carriages M
drawn by picked horses , was intrusted H
to Marshal Ney. Napoleon never saw H
the treasure again , and where it has H
remained was kept a profound secret H
for a long time. Under strong covergj
the transportation of the treasure was K H
started for the frontier , but not far " H
from Vilno the wagons stuck in a defile H
and it seemed impossible to get them H
out again. Rather than see the tn as- M
ure in the hands of the Russians , Field H
Marshal Ney gave orders to break open j H
the barrels and distribute the mon v M
to the returning soldiers as they passed H
by , and thus it was done. Many of the H
soldiers threw away all their belongings - B
ings in order to fill up their knapsacks H
with gold , but only a few of those who B
carried the heavy wealth were able to H
drag the burden to the frontier , and H
the very gold which was intended fjr H
their benefit was the cause of their H
perishing. B
Queer > Taine for a Town. H
The Warmest Place on Earth is actually - H
tually a town , and not merely a local- B
ity. It lies In San Diego county's desert - H
ert side , about twenty-five miles due H
west of Yuma , and the name of its H
postoffice is Mammoth Tank. This information - H
formation has been dug up through the H
posting of a newspaper at San Francisco - H
cisco addressed to "Hank Yohnsen , M
Warmest Place on Earth. " It was H
sent in turn to Sacramento , Fresno and H
Bakersfield. Then the marking continues - - - 1
tinues : "Try Yuma. " But Yuma sent | l |
it to Tucson. It visited Nogales. At J H
Phoenix it was hung up as a humorous i j H
exhibit. There some desert prospect- 'jj ' l
ors saw it and they proceeded to enlarge - H
large the postmaster's geographical 9 |
and social understating , for Hank B
Yohnsen is not a "yoke , " but a prominent - M
inent citizen of the Warmest Place on M
Earth , Cal. Los Angeles Record. M
So great is the dexterity of the em- M
ployes in cigarette manufactories , ic- | H
quired by long-continued practice , that M
some workers make between 2,000 and M
3,000 cigarettes daily , and , being paid H
by piecework , at so much a thousand , M
earn about ? 6 weekly. , H