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W. W. 8ANDKKB, I'ublUher.
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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
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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.
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