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A Fascinating
Romance
by
Alan Adair , , ,
CHAPTER III.
Richard Dempster had never entire
ly trusted Hutchinson.Although he had
been a member of his firm 'or years
he had never made him a partner , and
the utmost he had done was to allow
him a very liberal salary , and a com
mission on what he had made. There
fore it was not a difficult matter to get
rid of him ; but the interview between
the three men was one which neither
forgot.
Alan Mackenzie , who , as he told
Veronica , wanted no one to do his
dirty work , was present , and unfolded
document after document of incrim
inating matter. If he had not made
the discovery it would have come to
it that the Brazilian government
would have arraigned the firm of
Dempster on the charge of selling firearms -
arms to the insurgents. Richard
Dempster knew that the confidence in
them would be shaken unless he be
haved firmly. He dismissed Hutch
inson , offering him no consolation ;
the man must consider himself dis
graced. His imprecations against
Mackenzie were deep and terrible.
Alan would not have cared if it had
not been for Veronica. After all , the
, man was Veronica's father , although
the girl had never rightly understood
why she had never been acknowledged.
There was a mystery which Hutchinson -
son alone knew , but he was a quiet
and reserved man , steeped to the brim
in plots , and he could be dangerous , as
quiet people alone can.
Dempster's adieux to Hutchinson
were short "You would have betray-
ed me , " he said to the man who had
been in his employ for years , more
years than he cared to think , "if it had
not been for Mackenzie ! My word has
always been well thought of until now ,
my firm an honorable one ; but you
would have dragged me down ! "
Hutchinson said nothing , but glared
at Mackenzie. "That young cur ! " he
said ; "but I will be even with him
yet ! "
When it came to sayying goodbye to
Alan it was another airair. The elder
man had taken a great liking to Alan ;
he had full confidence in him.
"Look here , my lad , " he said , "I
sha'n't leave you at Santa Rosa I'm
not sure it will be worth your powder
and shot ; but go there now , and I will
move you on to San lago in a little
while. "
Alan thanked him and went. His
head was full of Veronica. The girl
was about to show her confidence in
him in the fullest way a woman can.
True she was leaving nothing but unkindness -
kindness and tyranny ; but Veronica
was young , and very beautiful , and
many men would have rejoiced to have
secured her for life.
He had made all arrangements for
the girl. She was to leave Rio at once
and go and wait for him at Santa Rosa ,
He had sent her money , and had found
a lady who would look after her until
he came to claim her for himself. They
would be married at once , and he
would begin his life there a married t
man. He was looking forward to thisv
new life. He wanted a companion
a woman. Sometimes he felt that , if I
it had been possible , he would have
preferred a woman who would deli
mand more of him , for as long as he
was simply joined to Veronica she si
was perfectly happy. Poor child ! she gi
had had so much unkindness in her v
short life , for she was but seventeen ! n
Alan Mackenzie was not a man who
makes plans that come to naught. Before - I
fore another three months were over w
he was established at Santa Rosa , si
married to Veronica. She had a sur
prise in store for him. She told him hi
that Hutchinson had come home from cc
the momentous interview vehemently hi
abusing Alan. tt
She had stood up for him , and then ai
he had flown into a violent rage and tt
had abused her , telling her that she cc
was not his child , and that she had no se
claim upon him. In some strange way hi
this rather pleased Alan. He had very si
definite ideas as to duty , and it had st
vexed him that it was his fate to undr
mask the father of the girl he was to h
marry. Therefore , Hutchinson's hj
words that she was not his child ci
rather relieved him. sn
And now there began some mon&s n
of quiet , uneventful , pleasurable life , it
Veronica was sweet , gentl" , loving , H
and very beautiful. It was impossible pi
not to become fond of her ; and though hi
Alan knew that there were possibilye
itiee of love within him which she pi
never drew out , yet he never regretted Si
his chivalry. She was not very use
ful , but she made a home. She always to
looked charming and made the rooms lo
pretty with flowers and ornaments , fis
She was always there , too , to talk to th
him when he wanted to talk , to ride fu
with him when he wanted to ride. She to
seemed to live simply to give him
pleasure. True , he never discussed th
any serious topic with her , and there en
was a part of his nature that was a
sealed book to her ; but that did not pa
prevent its being a happy , easy life , be
But it only lasted four months. Alan lit
and his chief corresponded two or ba
three times a week , but only on busihe
ness affairs. If Richard Dempster vfi
heard a rumor of Alan's living at Sanea
ta Rosa as a married man he did not sa
attach much Importance to it. Alan ju
was doing such good work that he was th :
almost wasted at such a small center wz
as Santa Rosa. He knew it himself , ne
but he had been grateful for the opdc
portunity of establishing himself
| there. Now Richard Dempster wished
him to go further down the coast , to
the growing town of San lago , to es
tablish a branch of his business there.
It was four days' journey by steam
er , and Alan thought that the best plan
would be to leave Veronica in her own
comfortable little house , with her own
servants , until he could find a suit
able place for her in the new town.
The news of this separation was like
a blow to Veronica. She clung so to
Alan that it seemed to him that she
led no life apart from him. But she
made no demur ; everything that he
said was law to her. She only lifted
a pale face , down which tears were
streaming , to her husband , and said :
"But not for long , Alan not for long ! "
"Not for a week longer than I can
help ] , darling , " he said fervently. He ,
too , would feel the separation ; he
loved ] her as one does an affectionate
child who idolizes one. She never pre
tended to bs on equality with him , and
she was quite content to be just loved
by him arid petted ; but she loved him
with all the force of her nature. She
saw that if she made any difficulties-
it i would only worry him , and so she
made none ; but Alan could not but
notice that she grew thinner day by
day. "Do you mind my going so much ,
dear little one ? " he asked her , on the
eve before his departure. They were
sitting on the verandah together , on
one of those moonlight nights which
always reminded Alan of the first
time he had seen Veronica. Pie , too ,
was feeling sad. His poetical nature
was easily touched , and his wife's
quiet , dignified grief made it more dif
ficult to leave than any noisy demon-
stration of woe.
"Mind it ? " she said , her voice vi
brating with passion. "Mind it ? You
don't J know what it is to me ! It is like
tearing soul from body ! " v
He had not thought she had real
depth within her. "If you feel it like
that you will make me miserable , " he
said.
"Will I ? " She smiled , as if pleased
that she could make him feel miser-
able. "You will understand when I
say that I am pleased , won't you ,
Alan ? "
"My dear child , it is only a matter
of weeks ! I don't suppose that I shall
have been there a fortnight before I
shall have found something suitable
for you. And then , you know , I have
arranged for this house to be taken off
your hands , so that you may not have
any trouble. "
"It is a dear little house ! " she said ,
with half a sign. "I shall always be
grateful to it. It is the only place I
have ever been happy in. "
He pinched her . .cheek. Men do not
always ! understand why a woman d
likes one house and not another. "I
shall remember that you like a ver W
andah with flowers round it , " he said.
"Have you any other likings about a
house , Veronica ? "
be
"Only that you must be inside it , " tt
she laughed , with rather a pitiful at d
tempt to be merry. "Alan , you must
ar
write the instant you arrive , and you
must not mind if my letters are short ; t-
write such bad letters. "
"But mine must be long is that it , P1
°
little one ? "
She laughed again and then she
stopped. "How many days before you
get there , Alan , four or five ? And you
will be on that horrid black water at te
night : ! Oh , I hate the thought of it ! " at
He laughed outright at this. "And m
a sea captain's son ! Why , I love the ID
water , Veronica ! I could willingly TO
spend my life on it ! " hi
The very next day he left. Veronica ca
had exercised all her strength and sc
courage , and she nerved herself to wish ta
him goodbye ; but she had dreamed of fiv
the man who she had known as father , wl
and that always alarmed her. Still , wi
though she was nervous , she was no sc
coward , so she kept her fears to her- eij
self , only she prayed earnestly that no sii
harm might come to her beloved , and < ie
she showed him a bright face before jle
she left. Alan accomplished his four
days' voyage in safety , and wrote
home to his wife constantly. As he
had predicted , there was no great diffi
culty in finding n home which would
suit Veronica. He only placed the a
necessities of life in it , knowing that im
would please her to make it pretty. tal
He got servants , and saw that the tic
place was full of flowers ; and though the
his work engrossed him to the utmost , wi
yet he began to look forward to the lai
pleasant home life he had enjoyed in las
Santa Rosa. toi :
"I must not become selfish , " he said ini
himself. "A wife like Veronica , so
loving and yielding , makes a man sel thi :
fish ; but I will not be that. " He th :
thought how he could make her life
fuller , by encouraging her to read and
know more of the outside world.
"Just now I fill up her life , " he thi :
thought. "I may not always be wr
snough for her. "
to :
And then at last the day for her departure
tei :
parture came. He had booked her
berth for her in one of the best of the '
foi
little coasting steamers the best was
Ne
bad , as we reckon steamers and then ,
waited for his wife. The weather '
'or
was stormy , and he was rather un-
jasy. Veronica would surely be a bad
sailor , and she was not very strong
fust then. He was so little used to
hink of weather and winds that he ME
was rather astonished to think how up
upme
icrvous he had become. He put it me
Jown to his love for Veronica. vas
Anyhow , he was down at the quay 17
early on the fourth mnrnlns , and
still more Tmeasy ai "heaxtns that tTiorc
was no ncrwa of the steamer. He
haunted the quay all the next day ,
rather to the detriment o2 Ms work ,
and at night ho could not sleep.
Thoughts of Veronica's fears and suf
ferings obtruded themselves. Ht
blamed himself for leaving her , foi
not having returned to fetch her , al
though ho could not well have left
She had always hated the water and
feared it , and he had loved it. The
next day he was down at the quay
again , trying to get some information
about the steamer. In a little while
not he alone , but the owners of ths
boat , began to get frightened. They
could get no news. No other boat
seemed to have seen anything of her.
By and by there were stories of some
of the wreckage of a steamer being
washed ashore , and at the end of a
fortnight the haggard man who spent
his days at the quay looking out for
the boat which would never return to
the town had to give up all hope. The
steamer had assuredly gone down , and
all hands Avith it ; and Veronica , his
wife , was lost with the others !
And so ended this brief little episode.
Alan had been very happy with his
gentle wife , and South America was
loathsome to him now. He began to
long , with a longing that had been
stifled during .his brief married life by
the drawing out of other parts of his
nature , for England and things Eng
lish. The white , clear moonlight , the
scent of the tropical flowers , the soft ,
dark eyes and liquid accents of the
Spanish women , the songs they sang ,
the very guitars they played , remind
ed him of his poor Veronica , now ly
ing fathoms deep under the restless
sea.
sea.But
But as she had never stirred the
passionate depth of his nature , so her
death never drew out passionate grief.
He felt lonely , that was all ; and the
glowing land , where everything was so
beautiful and yet seemed so ephem
eral , became distasteful to him , sohe
gladly accepted Richard Dempster's
offer to manage the export part of his
business i. in London , and to return to
English shores.
In a short time his South American
experiences almost faded out of his
mind. Veronica became a sweet mem
ory to him , which moonlight nights
freshened. He was very successful In
his work , and in four years time had
gained a good position for himself. He
was ambitious , too , and began reading
for the bar , which he found he could
do together with his work for the firm.
And four years after he left South
America saw him respected and much
made of as any young man of twenty-
six might be who is beginning to be
known as a man who may become im
portant. <
( To be continued. )
Debarred from Koyal Presence. ;
Now and then one hears of society
ladies being offered large sums and.
laac
accepting them for presenting an ambitious
acbi
bitious woman at a drawing room ;
bibi
but money will not always secure ol
of the lord chamberlain's cards of ad
ofm
mission. For example , the wife or
daughter of a retail tradesman , how
ever large his business and however
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wealthy he may be , is never allowed fr
to enter the royal presence , and twc frvc
Ol three other classes are rigorously vc
barred. There is also an objection tc ctw
the wives of company promoters. In w
deed , when there is a drawing room tl
announced the clerks in the lord cham- w
herlain's office have quite an exciting n'
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time in inquiring into the position of
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those desiring to attend. Lender
Chronicle.
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ter Ocean : Fred Grabby , aged 64 , died nc
Strand , Kan. , last week. Grabby an
made himself famous by scalping IS tie
Indians in one bunch 14 years ago. He de
was traveling through Oklahoma with
his family. Thirteen young Indians
came upon him and demanded his ha
scalp. He fled to the wagon and ob pi
tained a lasso. This he threw around 11
five Indians and bound them together th
while his wife held the others at bay an
with a rifle. After he had killed and W
scalped the five hs killed the othei hi
eight. Such a feat was never before or pe
since heard of. To commemorate the th
deed Grabby settled on the spot where
killed the Indians. apmi
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Immensity of China. exwl
China and its dependencies have sh
total area of 4,218,401 square miles anc tie :
population : of 402,680,000. In area il it
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includes nearly one-twelfth of the to wl ;
area of the globe , while its popula bo
tion includes nearly one-third of all kn
people in the world. As comp.ared : he
ivith the United States , the latter's is foi
land possessions being excluded , China of
800,000 more square miles of terri- cri :
ory and more than five times as many itir
inhabitants. The population of China ju
proper per square mile is 292 ; that of
he state of Rhode Island is 254 , and
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hat ! of Texas six.
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Prince Shocked by Vaudeville.
His more or less royal ex-highness , inwo
Prince Kalaminanole , of Hawaii , wo
vho is now in New York , went alone as
see a vaudeville show there to de- is
isgrz
ermine if it was a proper place to grz
ake his wife , and though the per- wo
'ormance was mild enough from a yoi
Sew York standpoint , he was greatly of
shocked and decided it would not do
the princess. mo
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Jonnthin Edwards'Memorial. thr
The First Church of Northampton , en1
Mass. , will , on June 22 , place a tablel of
ipon the walls of its sanctuary in of
nemory of Jonathan Edwards , who if
pastor of this church from 1726 to yoi
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SESS
TALMAGE'S SERMON.
DRAWS A LESSON FROM A
NOBLE WOMAN'S LIFE.
To Tliosc Engaged In Alleviating Human
Distrois Self Sacrificing Work Aasurcc
of a Klcli lieivard Ilorcnftcr Praluc
for the Needle.
( Copyright , 1900 , by Louis Klopsch. )
Dr. Talmage , who is still traveling
in northern Europe , has forwarded
the following report of a sermon in
which he litters helpful words to all
who are engaged in alleviating human
distresses and shows how such work
will be crowned at the last ; text , Acts
ix , 39 , "And all the widows stood by
him weeping and showing him the
coats and garments which Dorcas
made while she was with them. "
Joppa is the most absorbing i ity of
the orient. Into her harbor once float
ed the rafts of Lebanon cedar from
which the temples of Jerusalem were
built , Solomon's oxen drawing the logs
through the town. Here Napoleon had
500 prisoners massacred. One of the
most magnificent charities of the cen
turies was started in this seaport by
Dorcas , a woman with her needle em
broidering her name ineffaceably into
the beneficence of the world. I see
her sitting in yonder home. In the
doorway and around about the build
ing and in the room where she sits are
the pale faces of the poor. She lis
tens to their plaint , she pities their
woe , she makes garments for them ,
she adjusts the manufactured articles
to suit the bent form of this invalid
woman and to the cripple that comes
crawling on his hands and knees. She
gives a coat to this one , she gives san
dals to that one. With the gifts she
mingles prayers and tears and Christ
ian encouragement. Then she goes
out to be greeted on the street corners
by those whom she has blessed , and
all through the street the cry is heard ,
"Dorcas is corning ! " The sick look
up gratefully into her face as she puts
her hand on the burning brow , and
the lost and the abandoned start up
with hope as they hear her gentle
voice , as though an angel had ad
dressed them , and as she goes out the
lane eyes half put out with sin think
they see a halo of light about her brow
and a trail of glory in her pathway ,
night a half paid shipwright
climbs the hill and reaches home and
sees his little boy well clad and says ,
"Where did these clothes come from ? "
And they tell him , "Dorcas has been
here. " In another place a woman is
trimming a lamp. Dorcas brought the
oil. In another place a family that
had not been at table for many weeks
are gathered now , for Dorcas has
brought bread.
But there is a sudden pause in that
woman's ministry. They say : "Where
is Dorcas ? Why we haven't seen her
for many a day. Where is Dorcas ? "
And one of these poor people goes up
and knocks at the door and finds the
mystery solved. All through the
haunts of wretchedness the news
comes , "Dorcas is sick ! " No bulletin
ccfli
flashing from the palace gate telling
the stages of a king's'disease Is more
ttai
anxiously waited for than the news
from this benefactress. Alas , for Jop
pa there is wailing , wailing. That
voice which has uttered so many
cheerful words is hushed ; that hand
which has made so many garments for
the ] poor is cold and still ; the star a
which had poured light into the mid 1)1
night cf wretchedness is dimmed by CV'm
the blinding mists that go up from the m
.
river of death. In every forsaken
,
place in that town , wherever there is a
sick ( child and no balm , wherever there
hunger and no bread , wherever
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there is guilt and no commiseration ,
to
wherever ] there is a broken heart and
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comfort , there are despairing looks tli
and streaming eyes and frantic ges-
O\J
ticulations as they cry , "Dorcas is th
dead ! "
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The Miracle of Peter. IK
They send for the apostle Peter , who ui
happens to be in the suburbs of the uiWl
place , stopping with a tanner of the st
name i of Simon. Peter urges his way th
thWl
through the crowd around the door Wl
and stands in the presence of the dead. th
What demonstration of grief all about ; of
him ! Here stand some of the poor j an
people , who show the garments which ' te
this poor woman had made for them. | at
Their grief cannot be appeased. The fie
apostle Peter wants to perform a fly
miracle. He will not do it amid the ed
sxcited crowd , so he orders that the ha
svhole room be cleared. The door is Ai
Aim
shut against the populace. The apos- m
stands now with the dead. Oh , CO
is a serious moment , you know , the
vhen you are alone with a lifeless bu
jody ! The apostle gets down on his of
tnees and prays , and then he comes to SO'
. lifeless form of this one all ready tin :
the sepulcher , and in the strength the
him who is the resurrection he sis
sisi
ries , "Tabitha , arise ! " There is a
In the fountains of life ; the heart lai
lutters ; the nerves thrill ; the cheek thi :
lushes ; the eye opens ; she site up ! ro
We see in this subject Dorcas the rowi :
lisciple , Dorcas the benefactress , Dor- wi
the lamented , Dorcas the resurrect- wi
. no
If 1 I had not seen that word disciple at
my text , I would have known this atme
voman was a Christian. ' Such music Me
that never came from a heart which tin
not chorded and strung by divine we
. Before I show the
trace. you needle cai :
work of this woman I want to show gr
her regenerated heart , the source tin
a pure life and of all Christian fin
liarities. I wish that the wives and cai :
oothers and daughters and sisters of ma
the earth would imitate Dorcas in tht
discipleship. Before you cross the
hreshold of the hospital , before you res
nter upon the temptations and trials wh
tomorrow , I charge you in the name sin
God and by the turmoil and tumult nol
the judgment day , O women , that It !
attend to the first , last and great- a gen
duty of your life the seeking for 'nly ' ]
God and being at peace with him
When the trumpet shall sound , there
will be an uproar and a wreck of
mountain and continent , and no hu
man arm can help you. Amid the
rising of the dead and amid the boiling
of yonder sea and amid the live , leap
ing thunders of the flying heavens
calm and placid will be every wo
man's heart who hath put her trust in
Christ calm notwithstanding all the
tumult , as though the flre in the
heavens were only the gildings of ar
autumnal sunset , as though the peal ol
the trumpet were only the harmony ol
an orchestra , as though the awful
voices of the sky were but a group of
friends bursting through a gateway
at eventime with laughter and shout
ing , "Dorcas the disciple ! " Would
God that every Mary and every Martha
would this day sit down at the feet of
Jesus !
PraUo of the Nocdlo.
Further , we see Dorcas the benefac
tress. History has told the story of
the crown ; epic poet has sung of the
sword ; the pastoral poet , with his
verses full of the redolence of clover
tops and a-rustle with the silk of the
corn , has sung the praises of the plow.
I tell you the praises of the needle.
From the fig leaf robe prepared in the
garden of Eden to the last stitch taken
on the garment for the poor the needle
has wrought wonders of kindness , gen
erosity , and benefaction. It adorned
the girdle of the high priest , it fash
ioned the curtains in the ancient tabernacle -
ernacle , it cushioned the chariots of
King Solomon , it provided the robes of
Queen Elizabeth , and in high places
and in low places , by the fire of the
pioneer's backlog and under the flash
of the chandelier , everywhere , it has
clothed nakedness , it has preached
the gospel , it has overcome hosts of
penury and want with the war cry of
"Stitch , stitch , stitch ! " The operaa
tives have found a livelihood by it ,
and through it the mansions of the
employer are constructed.
Amid the greatest triumphs in all
ages and lands , I set down the con
quests of the needle. I admit its
crimes ; I admit its cruelties. It has
had more martyrs than the flre ; it
has punctured the eye ; it has pierced
the side ; it has struck weakness into
the lungs ; it has sent madness into
the brain ; it has filled the potter's
field ; it has pitched whole armies of
the suffering into crime and wretched
ness and woe. But now that I am
talking of Dorcas and her ministries
to-the poor , I shall speak only of the
charities of the needle. This woman
was a representative of all those who
make garments for the destitute , who
knit socks for the barefooted , who
prepare bandages for the lacerated ,
who fix up boxes of clothing for mis
sionaries , who go into the asylums of
the suffering and destitute , bearing
that ] gospel which is sight for the blind
and hearing for the deaf , and which
makes the lame man leap like a hart
and brings the dead to life , immortal
health bounding in their pulses. What
a contrast between the practical be I
nevolence of this woman , and a great
de.il of the charity of this day ! This
woman did not spend her time idly
planning how the poor of the city of
Joppa were to be relieved ; she took
her needle and relieved them. She
was not like those persons who sympa
thize with imaginary sorrows , and go m
out in the street and laugh at the boy
a
who has upset his basket of cold vie-
ev
tuals , or like that charity which makea Y
rousing speech on the benevolent
pr
platform and goes out to kick the beg
gar from the step , crying , "Hush your orWl
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miserable howling ! " Wlm
"Woman's lionet olencu. si
I am glad there is not a page of hi
the world's history which is not a rec th
ord of female benevolence. God saya gn
all lands and people , Come now and ni
hear the widow's mite rattle down into du
the poor box. The Princess of Conti Pi'
sold all her jewels that she might help SI
the famine stricken. Queen Blanche , As
the wife of Louis VIII. of France , Fr
hearing that there were some persons
unjustly incarcerated in the prisons ,
went out amid the rabble and took a
stick and struck the door as a signal
that they might all strike it , and down
went the prison door , and out came
the prisoners. Queen Maud , the wife fie
Henry I. , went down amid the poor tie :
and washed their sores and administered Thin
tered : to them cordials. Mrs. Retson ,
in
Matagorda , appeared on the battle
field while the missiles of death were i
flying around and cared for the wound-
tUJ :
d. Is there a man or woman who
He
lias ever heard of the civil war in
America who has we
not heard of the wo
men of the sanitary and Christian Se
commissions or the fact that before lor
smoke had gone up from Gettys .he
burg and South Mountain the women spi
the north met the women of the edj
south ' on the battlefield , forgetting all lee
heir animosities while they bound up wo
wounded and closed the eyes of the soi
slain ? Dorcas , the benefactress. spi ;
I come now to speak of Dorcas , the tot
amented. When death
struck down soi ;
hat good woman , oh , how much sor- cer :
ow there was in the town of Joppa ! elt
suppose there were women there thr
vith larger fortunes , women , perhaps , the
vith handsomer faces , but there was
am
grief at their departure like this
the death of Dorcas. There was not
he
nore turmoil and upturning in the
poi
Uediterranean sea , dashing against
wharfs at that seaport , than there ret
vere surgiugs to and fro of grief be- sto
ause Dorcas was dead. ere
. There are a
freat many who go out of life and are nit
inmissed. There may be a very large he ;
imeral , there may be a great many ent
arriages and a plumed hearse , there out
nay be some high sounding eulogiums , ble
bell may toll at the cemetery gate ! ofwit
here may be a very fine marble shaft wit
eared over the resting place , but the son
i-hole thing may be a falsehood and a
ham. The church of God has lost J
lothing , the world has lost nothing , usi
is only a nuisanca abated. It is only ten
grumbler ceasing to find fault. It Is
an idler stopped yawning , it is -
fashionable part0a
only a dlaslpated _ _
prophet , "Howl , fir tree , for too
has fallen ! " Widowhood comes
the departed
which
shows the garments
lifted up to
ed had made. Orphans are
look Into the calm face of the sleeping
vagrancy
benefactress. Reclaimed
of he.
cold brow
comes and kisses the
who charmed it away from sin ana
all through the streets of Joppa therp
Is mourning mourning because Doi , -
cas is dead. When Josephine of Franco
was carried out to her grave , there
and women of
were a great many men
pomp and pride and position that
went out after her , but I am most af
fected by the story of history that on
that day there were ten thousand of
the poor of France who followed her
coffin , weeping and wailing until the
air rang again , because when they lost
Josephine they lost their last earthly
friend. Oh , who would not rather
have such obsequies than all the tears
that were ever poured in the lachry
mals that have been exhumed from
ancient cities ? There may be no mass
for the dead ; there may be no costly
sarcophagus ; there may be no elabo
rate mausoleum , but in the damp cel
lars of the city and through the lonely
huts of the mountain glen there will
be mourning , mourning , mourning , be
cause Dorcas is dead. "Blessed are the
dead who die In the Lord ; they rest
from their labors , and their works do
follow them. "
Resurrection of Dorcas.
I speak to you of Dorcas , the resur
rected. The apostle came to where
she was and said , "Arise , and she sat
up ! " In what a short compass the
great writer put that "She sat up ! "
Oh. what a time there must have been
around that town when the apostle
brought her out among her old
friends ! How the tears of Joy must
have started ! What a clapping of
hands there must have been ! What
singing ! What laughter ! Sound it
all through that lane ! Shout it down
that dark alley ! Let all Joppa hear
n ! Dorcas is resurrected !
You and I have seen the same thing
many a time ; not a dead body resusci
tated , but the deceased coming up
again after death in the good accom
plished. If a man labors up to fifty
years of age , serving God , and then
dies we are apt to think that his earth
ly work is done. No. His influence on
earth will continue till the world
\
ceases. Services rendered for Christ
never stop. A Christian woman toils
for the upbuilding of a church through
many anxieties , through many self
denials , with prayers and tears , and
then she dies. It is 15 years since she
went away. Now the spirit of God
descends upon that church , hundreds
of souls stand up and confess the faith
of Christ. Has that Christian woman ,
who went away fifteen years ago ,
nothing to do with these things ? I see
the flowering out of her noble heart.
hear the echo of her footsteps in all
the songs over sins forgiven , in all the
prosperity of the church. The good
that seemed to be buried has come up
again. Dorcas is resurrected !
After awhile all these womanly
friends of Christ will put down their
needle forever. After making gar
ments for others , some one will make
garment for them ; the last robe we
ever wear the robe for the grave.
You < will have heard the last cry of
pain. You will have witnessed the last
orphanage. You will have come in
worn out from your last round of
mercy. I do not know where you will
sleep i , nor what your epitaph will be ,
but there will be a lamp burning at
that tomb , and an angel of God
guarding it , and through all the long
night no rude foot will disturb the
dust. Sleep on , sleep on ! Soft bed ,
pleasant ' shadows , undisturbed repose !
Sleep on !
Asleep in Jesus ! Blessed sleep
From which none ever wake to weep !
NEW KIND OF FLY.
solder , Fooled by Tuning ; I'ork Daiuo.l
on It.
An astonished , but apparently satis-
led spider , was one upon which a gen-
leman recently made an experiment.
The result of his investigations is told
Public Opinion. While watching
some spiders one day , it occurred to
lim to try what effect
the
sound of a
uning fork would have upon them. r
had a strong suspicion that they
vould take it for the buzzing of a fly.
selecting : a large , fat spider that had
eng been feasting on flies , he sounded
< fork and touched a thread of the
spider's web. The
owner was at one
sdge of his web. and the thread se-
ected was on the other side. Over his
vonderful telephone wires the buzzing
iound was conveyed to the watching
pider. but from his position he could
tell along which particular line the
ound was traveling. He ran to the
enter of the web in hot haste , and
all round until he touched the
bread against the other end of which
fork was sounding. Then , taking
mother thread along with him as a
irecautionary measure , he ran out to
fork and sprang upon it. At this
loint he found out his mistake. He
etreated for a short distance , and
topped to survey this new buzzing
reature which should have been a fly.
< was strangely unjike any insect
had ever se n. At length ,
appar-
ntly convinced that the object at the
uter edge of his web was more suit-
for amusement than for an article
diet , he got on it again and danced
pleasure. It was evident that the
ound of the fork was music to him.
Jones "That
bald-headed
man I3
sing hair restorers. He must be
con-
amplatlng matrimony. " Johnson-
Very likely he's Just got a divorce "
-iSiew York Journal.
