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iSiT)SyS7TTB!lltTg -TWwMli wnWHWMraff lJWU IUUIWUHUftJUiWM C''n.' -' JmHn4WTiii iJWH 1 . -' J- JMWKrSW seBhiS(mS THBNEBRASKA ADVERTISER W. W. 8ANDKKB, I'ublUher. . . NEMAHA, NEBRASKA. AN EVENING PRAYER. LUc'p opening voyage, Lord, Thou dldEt safely keep O'er childhood's nkcltcrcd bays; Ab how the titles of ago around tnc creep, Protect my Hhortenlng days. I'liou didst defend my youth when eptd my linrk Out townid the open sen; As I approach the shore, unknown and dark, Still guard and care for rnc. Becalmed by Idle winds on placid sens, Thy vigil did not ceaee; Now tempests beat, and when I shrink from those, Impart uplifting peace. i When Joy, brlght-wlngcd, poised lightly on . the plow Thou gently didst restrain; Though Horrow often, voyages with me now, My troubled soul sustain. When many ships were nigh and skies were brlKht, I knew Thy presence meet; As one by one they vanish In the night, Draw near me, I entreat. Lord, Thou hast been companion, friend and guide O'er life's unresting sen: When Pcath, the genle Pilot, stands be- side, Oh, make the port with me! Francis E. Pope, In Boston Evening Transcript. BORN TO SERVE By Charles M. Sheldon, Author of "IN HIS STEPS. ' 'JOHN KINO'S QUESTION CLASS," ''EDWARD IN CLASS," BLAKE,'1 Etc ICopj right, ivuv, by Uiarlci M. DlicWon.j CHAPTER III. SERVICE IS ROYAL. The Wui'd pew In the Marble Square church was about hull' way down the aisle and in the body of the Iioukc. As Barbara walked down the aisle she was conscious of a feeling of excitement linrdiy warranted by the event. As hhe passed into the pew first, leading Carl after her, as the arrangement of seating had been planned by Mrs. Ward, she noticed -Mrs. Ward's face. It was very grave, and there was again present in it tluit uncertain element which had set Barbara to guessing once or twice how far her mistress would venture to cooperate with her in the matter of solving the questions belonging to housekeeping. But Barbara was a young woman with n good reserve of common sense, and bhe at once dismissed all foolish speculations and resolutely pave her thoughts to the service of the hour. She was naturally and healthily reli gious and was prepared to enter into the worship with no other thought ex cept her need of communion and devo tion and reception of truth. When the minister came out. of his study room into the pulpit Barbara no ticed a look of surprise on several faces near hei'. She heard the lady in the pew next to her say in a whisper to another: "Where is Dr. Law to day?" "He is In Carlton. This must be Mor ton, their new minister." "JTe looks very young. Do you sup pose he can preach any?" Barbara did not. hear he a nswer, but she had not been able to avoid making a comment to herself on the youthful appearance of the minister. But when he began the service by giving out the first hymn the impression of extreme youthfuluess disappeared. He had n good voice and a quiet, modest, rever ent manner that Barbara liked. His prayer helped her. And when he began to preach there was n simplicity and earnestness about his delivery that was very attractive. He did not try to say too much. The sermon was written, but the reader had evidently , tried to avoid being so closely confined to the pages ns to lose a certain neces sary sympathy with his hearers which the use of the eye alone can secure. Barbara was really interested in the entire sermon, and as a whole it helped her. Her happily trained religious na ture had taught her to look with hor ror upon the common habit of criti cism and comparison when attending a church service. The main object of going to church was to get help to be a better Christian, she. had often said in little debates over such subjects while In college. If the sermon was learned and eloquent and interesting us well as helpful, so much the better. But, if it had every quality except helpfulness, it missed the mark. To be abje to say after hearing a sermon: "That has helped me to be a better per son this week," is really the same thing as declaring that the sermon was a good sermon. Anything that helpBlife Is great. All bermons that give cour age or peace or joy, or inspire to greater love to God and neighbor, ure great sermons. So Barbara was lifted up by the message of (he morning; and when the service was .closing, during the hush thnt succeeded the benediction, ns the congregation remained seated for a moment, she uttered a prayer of thanksgiving and a prayer of peti tion for patience and wisdom in the life she had chosen, much blessed and comforted by the service of the morn ing. ... 1 Aa Barbara came out into the aisle again, Mrs. Ward was standing near the end of the pew opposite. She beeko'nod to Barbara. "I want to introduce Miss Clark to i you, Mrs. Vane." An elderly woman with .very keen blue eyes, and the sharpest look out of them that Barbara had even seen, spoke to her abruptly but kindly as she came up, Carl still clinging to her. "Very glad to see you, Miss Clark. You must come in and see us some afternoon or evening. 0, I know who you are, just a servant; and we nrc rich, aristocratic folks and all that. My grandfather was a blacksmith in Connecticut. His ancestors were from Vanes of Arlic in Scotland. Good, honest, working people as far as I can ascertain. 1 want you to meet Miss Barnes, who is helping us nt present." She introduced the young woman who was standing behind her, and Barbara somewhat shyly shook hands with a heavy-faced girl, who, how ever, smiled a little. IJarbam was astonished at Mrr. Vane, and instant ly concluded that she was a character in the Marble Square church and in Crawford, as indeed she was. "My father and Mr. Vane were in college together," Barbara said, us they moved down the nlsle. "Are you sure?" The sharp ryes seemed to look imrbnra through. "Yes, ma'am. I have heard father speuk often of Thomas Vane. Before he mentioned the fact of your living in Crawford." "Mr. Vane would be glad to sec your father again. Ask him to call." "Father died last winter," Bar bara answered in a low voice. The tragedy of that business failure nn'd sudden shock which resulted in her father's death was too recent to be spoken of without deep feeling. "Dear me! It is strange Thomas never told me. Perhaps he (lid not hear of it. Is your mother living?" "Yes." Barbara told her the street. "She must come and sec me after I have culle'd. She is alone, you say?" And again the sharp eyes pierced Bar bara. They had reached the door and Mrs Vane tapped Mrs. Ward on the shoulder. "Mrs. Ward, you see that Miss Clark comes to sec me. i wan; a long talk with her. Don't be atraid, my dear. 1 don't want to know any more than you are willing to tell ire. Hut I'm interested in you, and perhaps I can do something to help." She hurried out, lenving Barbara in some uncertainty ns to what hind of help she meant. Would this jvomnn of wealth and social position help her in her plans for solving the servant-girl problem? The Wards were still standing near the door, and Curl 'was pulling Bar bara's dress and crying to her to hurry home for dinner, when the young minister came up and shook hands heurtily with Mrs. Ward. At the close of the service he had come down from the pulpit and had gone through one of the side doors lead ing Into the church vestibule. He had been talking with some of the people out there, but the minute Mr. Ward appeared he came over and greeted him. "Very glad to see you and hear you, Morton, I'm sure," Mr. Ward was say ing as Barbara came into the vesti bule. "Been some time since you and Alfred came in to see us together." "Yes, I've been too busy since 1 left the .seminary with the work in Carl ton. How Is Alfred?" "(V he's quite well," Mrs. Ward an swered, as Morton looked at her! "We expected him home a mouth ago, but he had to give up coming -at the last minute on uccouin. t sonic society doings. But " by this time Carl had dragged Barbara out post. Mrs. Ward "allow me to introduce Miss Clark, who is " Barbara looked at her quiet ly, and she continued, "who is working for us at present." Mr. Morton bowed and shook hands with Barbara, saying as he did so: "I'm very glad to meet you, Miss Clark." And Barbara, listening and looking with sensitiveness to detect a spirit either of patronizing or of indiffer ence, could not detect either. He spoke and looked as any gentleman might have spoken and looked at any i young woman who was his equal in society. "Won't you come home to dinner with us, Morton?" said Mrs. Ward, heurtily. "I'm stopping at the hotel; 1 think 1 had better not come to-day." "Well, when do you go back to Carlton?" "To-morrow at two." "Well, then, come to lunch to-morrow noon." "1 shall be glad to, thank you," he said, and he bowed pleasantly to thorn all as he passed over to the other end of the vestibule to speak to some one else. "Mr. Morton was a senior in college when Alfred entered," Mrs. Wurd ex plained to Barbara, ns they walked out of the church. "He had an oppor tunity to do Alfred a great kindness, and our boy never forgot it. He used to come home with him quite often during the last term Mr. Morton was at college before he entered the sem inary." "He's u very promising young man," said Mr. Ward, positively. "J like his preaching. It's sensible and straight." "And interesting, too," Mrs. Ward added, her heart warming to the young ,mnn who had befriended her sou. Just hdw much llulph Morton had helped Alfred Ward not even the mother ever knew. But it was during a crisis in his young life, and the brave, simple nature of Morton had gone out to the young fellow in his trouble very much like a rescue. But men do not renr monumentH to this sort of heroism. Barbara walked on In silence, but in her heart she also lind a feeling of gratitude for the young preacher whose courteous greeting no less than his helpful sermon had given her cour age. At the same time, she was con scious of a little whisper in her mind which said: "Nevertheless, Barbara Chirk, in the wry nature of the ease you are not privileged to move in the society of young men like Mr. Morton, as long as you are a servant. You may be college bred, and you may be ns re fined and intelligent ns he is; but Tic could never look on you ns an equal. Bis courtesy was paid to you ns a min ister would be courteous to any wom an, but not ns an equal in nny sense. You never could expect to sit down and talk together, you never could an ticipate the enjoyment of his com pany or or expect thnt lie could ever call to see you as as he might call to tec " Barbara colored deeply as she al lowed the whisper to die away in uncompleted fragments of imagina tion. She wns the last girl in the world to have foolish, romantic dreams of young men. She hnd never had n lover. No one had ever made her think of any such possibility. She wns singulnrly free from any silly sentiment such as girls of her age sometimes allow to spoil the fresh ness and strength of a womanly heart. But she was romantic in mnny ways; and, being a woman and not an angel or a statue, she had thought at times of some brave, helpful, strong life thnt might become n pirt of hers. The world-old cry of the heart for companionship, the hunger, God-glvcn to men and women, was not unknown to Barbara within the last year or two when she had be gun t(J blossom into womanhood. The thought that her choice of n career in service had put her outside the pale of a common humanity's loving smote her with nnothur pang as she walked along. It seemed thnt tlysrc. were depths and heights to this servant-girl problem that she was con stantly discovering, into which she might never descend, and out towhich she might never climb. Cnrl owokc her from her thoughts by dragging at her dress, and saying: "Come, Barbara, let's hurry. I'm hungry. Let's hurry now nnd get dinner." Barbara looked at Mrs. Ward. "Yes, go on witii hint if you wnnt to. Lewis will be impatient. lie ran on ahead before his father could stop him. I don't feel well enough to walk faster." So Barbara hurried on with Cnrl nnd ns she pasesd several groups of "I WANT TO INTRODUCE MISS CLARK." churchgoers she was conscious that she herself was the object of con versation. She could not lienr very well, but caught fragments of sen tences, some spoken before, some after, she had passed different peo ple. "A freak of Mrs. Ward's" "Mrs. Vane's queer Ideas " "Perfectly ab surd to try to equalize up" "Girls have no right to demnnd " "Ought to know their places " "Xo way to help solve the trouble," etc., were rcmnrks by the different members of Marble Square church that set Bar bara's pulses beating and colored her cheek with anger. "You hurt me, Barbara" exclaimed Cnrl as Barbara unconsciously gripped his little hand. "O dearie, I am so sorry. 1 didn't menn to." In tin instant she wns calm again. What! Barbara Clark! You hove not endured anything to-day! She hod not anticipated anything be fore going to church. She hnd sim ply made up her mind to tnke what came nnd nbide by it. What had actually happened wns not a sample of what might happen Sunday after Sunday. Probably not. But it all TBBl BBMjteBBBjMBBBJF went with the place she had chosen. Perhaps it was not'Ut'nll the thing for Mrs. Word to do. It might not accomplish any good.' But then, it she stopped thinking nbout it nnd went on to the house to prcpnre the lunch. When Mr.1. Word came in, she found Carl satisfied with n bowl of bread and milk nnd Bnrbara quietly busy getting lunch for the rest. Mrs. Ward offered to help with the work; but Barbara saw thnt she was very tired, and insisted on her lying down. "I'll have everything ready very soon," she said cheerfully; and, ns she wont bock into the kitchen, she wns humming one of the hymns sung in the service. "Whnt do you think nbout to-day?" Mr. Ward asked in u low voice ns his wife lay down on a lounge in the dining-room. "You menn Barbara's sitting with us?" "Yes. Will it help matters any?" "0, I don't Wow. I never would have done it if I hadn't hoppened to think of Mrs. Vnnc. She's rich nnd hns on assured place in society. Her girls always come with her nnd she introduces them right and left to everybody." "Yes, Martha, but Mrs. Vane is ec centric 'n ail her ways. She is ac cepted because she is" rich and inde pendent. But have you noticed that these girls that come to church with her never get on nny further? No one knows them in spite of her in troductions. I inquired of young Wil liams one Sunday if the Barnes girl wns in the Endeavor society of the church, and he said he believed she came there three or four times nnd then stopped; nnd, when I nsked him the reason, he said she did not feel at home, the other girls were better educated or something like that." "That's just it. You can't mix up different clnsscs of people. If they were nil like Barbara, now, and knew their places " But just then Barbara appeared, ond Mrs. Ward abruptly stopped. When Barbara went out ngain, she said: "I don't know whether her go ing with us to-day did more harm or good." "It did the girl good, I nm sure," said Mr. Ward. "O, well, 1 hope it did. But I'd give a good deal to know what Mrs. Ilice and Mrs. Wilson nnd Mrs. Burns thought ubout it. They knew Barbara, for they have seen her here several times at our club committee meet ings." "You don't suppose they would talk nbout it, do you?" asked Mr. Ward, sarcastically. "They .were talking nbout it all the way home, or I'm very much mis taken." "What an inspiring thing it would be to u minister if lie could only hear the conversation of his congre gation for half un hour after church service is over," said Mr. Ward, half to himself nnd hnlf to his wife. "Whatever else he got out of it, he ought to get material for another sermon nt. least." "for more than one," added Mrs. Ward, wearily. And then Barbara called them and they sat down to lunch. But just what Mrs. Word's three friends did say is of interest, because it is a fair sample of what other people of Marble Square church said on the way home, -and the young preacher might possibly have thought that there is still a distinct place left for preaching in churches, if he could hnve heard whnt those three women hnd to say about Barbara. They come out of the church nnd walked along together. "It was a good sermon," Mrs. Rice begnn. Mrs. Bice wns n plump, motherly-looking woman, nnd n great worker in the church ond clubs of Crawford. "Mr. Morton is a young man. He hns a good deal to learn," said Mrs. Wilson positively. "Dr. Law exchanges a good deal too much, I think," was Mrs. Burns' comment. "This is the third exchange siuce since Inst March." To He Continued. An Hxveiitlomtl Cme, "My dear sir," lie began ns he en tered the room across the hull, "I find myself short by nbout " "Sorry, but I'm dead broke," inter rupted the other. "Is it possible? As I was saying, I find" "Xo use; can't help you." "You mean you have no money to spare?" "Xot a red." "Then let me lend you $25. Here ft is." "But I thought" "Yes, 1 see, but it isn't the ense. I whs going to suy that I found myself short of cnts at the house by ubout half n dozen, and I wnnted to ask if you had any to spare or could direct me to a cut store. As for money, you can have n hundred if you want it!" Boston Globe. A Sure Thiuar. Promoter Now, in cube the stock goes up you win. Financier Yes, but In case it goes down? "Then I win. You see, this is a sure thing; one or the other of us is sure to win." Ohio State Journal, IMPROVING A BARN. Roof 'Window Thnt Given a Chnnce to Unload Hay Into the Loft front the Outnldc. There are thousands of barns like the original of that shown in the cut scattered throughout the country, the roof space in which is but little, if nt all, utilized, largely for the reason that the roof space is inaccessible. A barn was recently seen by the writer in which this difficulty was solved by the insertion of n roof window simllnr to thnt shown in the cut. This gives a chnnce to unload hay into the loft from the outside, cither by hand or by a. hoy fork, and whereas the loft be fore was dark nnd poorly ventilated, it is now light nnd niry. The style THE IMPROVED BARN. J of window that is shown is much bet ter than the pitched roof dormer win dow that is sometimes put upon roofs. The style shown ndmits of hnvlng a. large square window in front espe cially useful if a buy fork is to be used. The advantage of tlrhs changing n barn is that the loft can be floored over und the hay and straw stored in the second story, utilizing the space clenr to the ridge pole. This leaves the first floor clear for a silo and quar ters for the stock, giving more room for the latter, nnd affording a warm er barn, since many buildings ure kept cold nlmost wholly because of the big empty tpaee in the top heated air nl woys rising becnuse lighter than cold air. With a window in ench end of the barn above, nnd the new window in front, the loft will be as light as the ilrst lloor, while in summer this means of entilation, with the loft floor to separate the upper part of the born from the lower,, will cause the lower part of the barn, where the stock is confined nt night, to be much cooler than it 'otherwise could be. X. Y. Tribune. ONE BREED IS ENOUGH. - For the Avernjje Farmer There I Xo Money In Knitting it Daicn Klnda of Poultry. A single breed is better to have nbout thnn a dozen different kinds. There ure many reasons for this. When considered from the funcier's standpoint, a single breed is about nil one person can successfully care for, unless the fnncier's whole time and attention ure given to them. If this can be done, then ns many varieties as there is space to accommodate may be kept to advantage. But even then it will be found that the fancier who puts his whole energy into one variety will progress more rapidly than the one devoting himself to many varieties. When tnken from the standpoint of eggs for market, it will be found that it is more attractive for customers to have all the eggs ns near alike as two hens' eggs can be; when for market poultry, it is to the credit of the seller to send to market u whole killing that are alike; and when it comes to. the enre of the fowls, one soon learns the habits and eating capacity of the one variety, and thus in feedinir nnd trnnttm them nil nllke good average results will be realized. But when they are in the flock, the active Leghorn with the less nctive larger breeds, wljen fed together, the uctive fowl will get too much, while the slower moving fowl will not hnve enough. For this reason, when kept in yards or col onies, it is better to keep hens to themselves and pallets to them selves. ComitryGentleman. Hints on WinicrlnK Ewh, 1 do not think it advisable to keep tho ewes too much confined. I always. per mit mine to run on the pasture during the day time, when the weather is suitable, nnd when they can. get at the grass. At the same time I feed them some corn fodder. At night also, if the weather is mild, I leave the doors of the barn open, so they can go out and in at will. As to feed, I always give ihem all the clover hay they will eat up clean. For 100 head of sheep the groin feed consists of two bushels of oats and corn, mixed in the propor tion of one-third corn und two-thirds outs. John H. Henn, in Farmer's Be. view. Good Money lu Mutton, Farmer!, who at one time abandoned sheep are again bringing them on the farms. They are also learning that there is more money in mutton thania wool. t i - - S$9P$iiMttasgp; ff !,) WMmi i MgMftm i w n - j- f " STT'lVUbWUIkV.