HONOR BRIGHT.
Where Her Honesty Was the Beet
Policy.
Honor Bright signed her name at the
end of a school report which she had
just finished, and then, heaving a little
sigh, remarked to a companion who
aat at the desk near and was engaged
in a slmJlar occupation:
"I almost regret sometimes that my
parents did not give me a different
name."
"Why?" was asked in surprise.
"Because the one they gave me
brought with it such a weight of re
sponsibility. I feel that I must be
Honor Bright in nature as well as in
name."
"Then I suppose I ought to have a
sticky, tobaceory nature." the friend
rejoined.
Honor laughed merrily. "What can
yon mean. Virgin?" she inquired, look
ing at her companion with eyes from
which the seriousness had aU de
parted. "Why, don't you see?" 6he returned,
as she signed her name to the report,
'Virginia Spaulding Merrick. Vir
ginia savors of tobaceo. I have seen
It hundreds of times on the papers
of tobacco that my father's workmen
have around them. And then of
course yon have always heard of
Spaulding' s glue. Isn't that name
sticky and tobaceory enough to dis
gust anybody? I'd leave out the
middle one it's of no use only Mr.
Harding insists on -having it signed
that way."
They were not fully fledged teach
ers these two young girls, but were
merely undergoing a six months' pro
bation at the training-school. The
rules there were very strict, and they
were anxious to comply with every
one; for they knew that their pros
pect of getting a position depended to
great extent on the principal'3
recommendation. At the end of the
six months there would be a vacancy
in one of the nearest schools, and that
was to be filled by the graduate having
the best record in the training depart
ment. Honor was exceeding'y anxious
for the position. Her mother had
made many sacrifices to keep her at
school, and she wanted to relieve her of
expense as soon as possible.
"Why should yon worry about living
tip to your name?" Virgie went on.
"After all, there is very little honor in
the world, and those who are loosest
in regard to this matter get along
best, I think."
Both were very serious now.
"Then you do not believe that 'hon
esty is the best policy," Honor asked
anxiously. She was beginning to love
this bright companion, although she
had known her only a few weeks, and
she was shocked to hear her express
such an opinion. She had been taught
to have the very strictest regard for
truth, and it pained her to find it lack
ing in others. Besides, Virgie was
such excellent company that she bad
a decided influence over her friends,
and Honor feared what that influence
might be if the girl really felt the sen
timent that she expressed.
"Not a bit of it. Do you?" Virgie in
quired. "Yes, I believe I do," Honor re
turned. "It seems to mc that though
dishonesty may triumph for awhile,
like murder, it will out in the end."
"I'm not bo sure about that. Now,
for instance, we are supposed to be in
onr classrooms at eight-fifty, and we
are expected to keep a true account of
the time that we enter. Yet I know
that many of the training-school girls
always put down eujht-fifty whether
they are in their rooms at that time or
not. Isn't it policy for them to do it?
Who will be any the wiser? If they
were counted late it would go against
their -ecord."
'I would rather be counted late than
dishonest," Honor answered, emphat
ically. "If no one else knew it I
ahould know it myself, and I prefer to
have a clear conscience. And then I
think we c&n avoid either disgrace by
making an effort to be always early."
"But if you had to be late some
morning, what then?"
"1 hope I should be honorable enough
to mark it no, even though I suffered
Jn consequence. You would too,
wouldn't you, Virgie?"
"I don't know. The temptation is
ao strong. But if you really feel this
way, why need you worry about being
like your name? You won't disgrace
that, with your principles."
"Because it seems to me that some
times it is so difficult to be strictly
true. Do you never, when off your
guard, find yourself saying something
that isn't exactly so, or exaggerating a
little, even without meaning to doit?"
"Well, now that you speak of it, I
remember that 1 have done so, bet I
hardly think I should 6top to worry
about it Come, let us go; it is four
o'clock, and time we were at home in
stead of in these halls of learning.
Know you not at this hour the dig
nified mice do congregate and discuss
the mighty question of scattered
crumbs?" and Virgie Merrick sailed
out of the room with an air that com
pletely uptet Honor's gravity.
As the weeks passed and the girls
became better acquainted Honor dis
covered that her new friend had a
greater regard for . truth than would
appear by her remaiks. Once when
Virgie expressed a sentiment similar
to the one mentioned in the beginning
of this story Honor remonstrated.
"Yoa give people an idea that yon
are not truthful she said, "and you
are as much so as anybody I know."
"Yes-. I have been taught to be,"
Virgie responded, ligiitly; "but. mind
you, I can't admit yet that it is the
best policy, and if I were severely
tempted I don't know what would'be
the consequence."
Ths end of the term had arrived.
IIcdo.- was starting out from home for
her last djy at the training school
By the aoorrhe met her eight-year-old
Brother.
"See, sister," he said, pointing to a
much-worn shoe, "my toe is well
enough to be out now."
"Never mind." ahe answered, laag-h-
ingly, as she bent to give him a good
by kiss. "They'll be 6ick enough to be
in if I get that position."
"And will you get me shoes like Ned
Harper's, 6ister?"
"Of course, if you like that kind
best."
"And mamma a new dress? Yoa
said so, you know, and I never told
that secret to anybody."
"Yes, mamma a new dress, if but
there comes my car, pet, and I must
catch that, or be late;" and in a few
moments Honor was seated by Virgie
in the car that had taken them for the
past six months to the door of the
training-schooL
"For the last time," they said grave
ly to each other; but their faces
brightened with the thought that their
record had been perfect.
"The position is jours, without a
doubt," Virgie remarked, gayly.
"Why so? There may have been
others, and, besides, you stand the
same chance that 1 do."
"All the others have been either late
or absent, some both, 1 heard Mr.
Harding remark to the commissioner;
and he also said that you were the best
teacher in the training school. My!
what has happened? 1 thought I was
in the middle of next week."
The exclamation was caused by a
sndden jerk of the car, which made
nearly all of the standing passengers
lose their equilibrium Tnen there
was another which gave everybody a
hard shake, and the car stood still
with one end considerably higher
than the other.
"We're off the track, and no mis
take," remarked Honor. "I hope we
are not kept late; that would be a ca
tastrophe. How the car is packed this
morning. Are any of the ottier girls
here? Yes, there is Annie Hunter."
"If it weren't so far we might get
out and walk," said Virgie.
"That would hardly do any good, for
the car would overtake us. See, the
men are getting out to help, and it
will soon be on the track now."
But it was an ugly hole that the
wheel had gone into, and it required
much tugging, pulling, lifting and
shoving, to get it in place again. The
girls waited anxiously, and every
minute seemed. an hour.
"Do you think we would be excused
if we were late?" asked Honor. "This
isn't our fault."
"1 don't know. Once when Mary
Ridley was late and she blamed the
car for it, Mr. Harding said she ought
to have taken an earlier one and made
allowance lor delays."
But finally the car was in place and
was.rushing along as if trying to make
up for lost time. It reached the school
just as the nine o'clock bell stopped
ringing, and by the time the girls
reached the principal's room, wbere
the record book was kept, it was five
minutes past nine by the clock.
"Mt. Harding isn't here," said
Virgie, hurriedly, and in a low tone.
"Don't spoil your record, Honor.
Think bow much depends on it. Put
down eijbt-fif ty. I'm going to. He'll
never know, and we can hurry to our
rooms before he gets upstairs. We
couldn't help the delay of the cars."
Honor went up to the principal's
desk followed by her friend. She
opened the tira; book, picked up a
pen, and thenvafcesitated. As Virgie
had said, so much depended on this
record. The girl thought she had
never been so sorely tempted. Would
it be very wrong to y.eld just once?
She had counted so much on getting
the position. For little Ned's sake,
for her mother's sake and yet it waa
that mother who had taught her to
love the truth.
"1 can t do it, dear," she said, with
tears in her eyes, "it must go against
me," and she wrote down ":05."
Then Virgie took the pen. She
meant to save her own record, any
how. She had started from the house
at the nsual time, and would have
been Li school early but for the car.
She dipped her pen in the ink, and
then her real sense of right and her
friend a influence won the victory, and
she, too, wrote down: "9:05."
Honor gave a sigh of relief.
"After all, more depends on our be
ing true," she said, with a sweet
smile, and they slipped away to their j
rooms. I
At 10:30, the time of the morning re- j
cess, Mr. Harding called a meeting of
the teachers.
"Young ladies," he said, "I have
been looking over the records this
morning, and I find that two of yon
have been perfect with the exception j
of to -day's time. That lateness will be
excused. It was caused by the car
getting off the track, and it waa off
long enough to make the excuse a
legitimate one. I know, for I was on
the back platform of that car and had
to help lift it on the track. In cases
wheie a little delay has been said to
cause lateness, and I have inquired
into the matter, I have discovered
that the tardy teacher had taken a
late car, and I could not excuse her
Miss Merrick, Miss Bright, Miss Hunt
er" He stopped a moment here and ex
amined the record more closely. "Miss
neuter, I thought yoa were on that
car?" he continued, in an inquiring
tone.
"I I was," she stammered.
"Then will yon please explain how
it is that your tfae is marked eight
fifty?" The girl addressed looked embar
rassed and said nothing.
"You are all excused with the ex
ception of Miss Hunter." Mr. Harding
added, gravely; And as the other girls
turned away Virgie took Honor's hand
and whispered:
"Yon darling girll see what yon
have saved me. I can thank yoa best, I
suppose, by admitting that 'honesty
is the best policy. but I know you
would .be honest always, simply be
cause it is right to be, and without
stopping to consider the "policy' of it."
"But tell me, Virgie. didn't you feel
a satisfaction in having done right,
even before Mr. Harding told as this?
I did."
"Well, I think yes, I know 1 dW,
wa the earnest reply. S. Jennie
Smith, in Dcmoreat'a Magazine
WELCOME TO M'KINLEY.
See, the conquering hero comes I
Sound the hewgag. beat the drums;
Preaching that our greatness waxes
By the increase n our taxes;
Holding we'd been "long" on "stuff"
If our taxes were enough.
Panacea for every ill
Is the great McKinley bllL
Shame on us! Can it be true
That only back in V2
Our Napoleon, tried and true.
'Mid loud hurrah and wild hulloo.
Met a disastrous Waterloo?
Now, regardless of past pain.
Let's pick our flints and try again
Raise the taxes mountain high.
With firm resolve to do or die.
Sound the hewgag. beat the drums I
Hall! The conquering hero comes!
Peoria Herald.
POLITICS AND PHILOSOPHY.
A Few Pungent Remarks on McKinley by
a Reasoner In the Rough.
Ef de kentry wus all one pahty from
rim ter scrim, itud be er case ob tie up.
De people must er bin satisfied wiv
Cleveland de fustest time ur dey
wouldn't er lected him de seckind.
Perlitercal politics ain't got nothin'
ter do wiv de size ob de craps or de
price ob wheat.
De grass grows in de field, de sheeps
eats it an' dey wool grows. All de
farmer has ter do is ter cut it off. Ef
he kain't do that as cheap as dey kin
in de ole kentry he oughtr quit de
sheep bizness.
Dis yer ting ob shettin' down fac
tories fer perlitercal purposes is laike
er man .er choppin' his foot off ter
spite er pinchin' shoe.
Eph Houston, the Chief Eagle, as
6tated heretofore in the Republic, was
one of the distinguished politicians
who occupied seats on the platform at
the recent McKinley lecture along
with Chauncey I. Fillej-, Charles
Schweickardt, non. Nathan Frank,
Messrs. Niedringhaus and other shin
ing lights of the republican party.
The chief eagle arrived in time to
hear the beginning of the speech and
remained to the end, paying close at
tention to everything that fell from
the lips of the great apostle of protec
tion. "Ah kain't say as Ah heered any
thing new," said the Chief Eagle to a
Republic reporter, "case Ah'd dun read
de same speech erfore. McKinley was
er variatin' hisself froo de kentry. an
den it wus de same arguments as
wus variated in durin' de las'
campaign. Maybe Mr. McKinley has
studied de tariff mo' dan me, but Ah
has studied it er heap, an' Ah don't
know as Ah kin co'cide wiv him er
zac'ly on all his reducements. Tek
wool fur er instance. Whuffer does de
farmer want purtection on wool?
Whar's de labor come in? De grass
grows uv itself here same as it do i n
Europe. De sheep eats de grass, in'
all de farmer has ter do is ter grab
Br'er sheep, tek de shears, an' snip de
wooL Ef he kain't do that ter compe
tition wiv any kentry anywhar, he'd
better quit de sheep raisin' bizness,
an' go ter raisin' hogs. Ah's fur free
wool, an cheap clo'es; de cheaper de
better. Ah understan Mr. Filley
agrees wiv me on dat.
"Mr. McKinley variated er heap
'bout de wheat bein so an' so much er
bushel, instead ov bein' so an so much
mo, an er blamin de dimmercrat
party fur it. Ah's studied on dis yer
pint, an' Ah 'members cvhen de wheat
an' de co'n wus so plenty, under er
'publican gover'ment dat de farmers
up in de northwest kentry coulden git
ernuff fur it ter pay fur baulin in ter
de market, an' dey burnt de corn for
fuel. Ah knows ter as de price ob cot
ton goes by de size ob de crap an' de
de man' an' polertecs hasn't got er
thing ter do wiv it.
"Ah reads in de papers how dese yer
spec'laters boostes de price ob hog
meat an' lard, no matter which pahty
is er hol'n Washington down, an' Ah's
got sense ernuff ter know dat if de
crap is bigger dan de call fur it, de
price goes down, an ef dey ain't more 'n
ernuff co'n and wheat an' hog meat
ter go 'round de price gos up. Ah
dunno whether dey wus 'publicans an
dimmercrats in Bible times Ah
b'leeve de book do tell erbout dey bein'
'publicans but Ah has heered when
dey wus er famine in Egypt dat Joseph,
who hed de co'n, wukked his brethern
fur all dey was waff erfo' he'd turn it
loose.
'Mr. McKinley talked er mighty
heap erbout de people bein' onsatisfied
befo' Cleveland was 'lected de lastes'
time, an' narratin' dat dat was de rea
son ob dey er switchin' ter de dimmer
crats. Well, dey was onsatisfied, but
dey mus' ha bin er reason fur dey on
satisfaction. De people gits tired ob
one thing all de time, dess same as er
man kaint eat feesh er quail, er even
chicken er wattermillyun all do yer
erroun'! Ef de kentry was all 'publican
from rim ter scrim, it ud be er tieup.
Ef one pahty stays in de power all de
time, dey thinks dey owns de hull ken
try. De longer it stays in de power,
de wusser it gits. Dat wus de matter
wiv de 'publican party, dey had hilt on
too purlongin! De people wanted er
change, an when yer comes down ter
de bed scratch, de people is boun' ter
git what dey wants if ernuff wants
it. Dey wanted er change.- Dey had
tried Cleveland, and dey must er bin
satisfied wiv him de fustest time, ur
dey wouldn't er 'lected him de sickind.
Ah is bound ter remit mahseff dat
Cleveland wus er favorable man de
fustest time. He was so favorable
dat some of de dimmercrats kicked
'case he wouldn't gib 'em all what dey
wanted.
"Ah has knocked erroun' de kentry
for er good wnile, an' Ah knows dat
hard times comes whos'mever is in de
power. Ah'se never furgit de panic ob
1873. It gibs me de heart disease to
think ob it yit. Ah was nussin de
yaller fever in Memphis, an' arter dat
Ah wus er runnin' de ribber. De yaller
fever wages wus good an Ah done
saved one hundred and seventy dol
lars. Ah put it in de Fust national
bank at Cairo. One day Ah sees in de
paper dat all de banks wus er bustin.
It was arter what dey called Black
Friday. Ah couldn't wait 'twill de
boat gits ter Cairo. We gits thar at
six o'clock in de mawnin', an' Ah jes
humped up de hill to de bank. De fust
thing Ah see wus a notice, 'Bank
closed.' Ah sot down ou de bank steps
an Ah dess cried an boo-hooed Ah
was only young feller den. Bimeby
Ah axed er sto'keeper whar dat white
man lived what kep de bank. Be
didn't know, he said de man'd be about
de bank at nine o'clock. Ah waited,
but Ah didn't hope to ever see mah
money agin'. When de bank man
come along Ah nailed him. Ah was
near tickled to deff wen he said Ah
could git mah money. Ah axed him
whuffer ha put de sign up: 'Bank
closed,' an he laffed an said dey done
dat ebery day at free o'clock. Ah gits
mah money outen de bank anyway, an'
Ah says to mahseff, 'eff de Lord'll
f urgib me fur puttin' mah money in er
bank an' gittin' a skeer like dat, Ah'll
never do it again, an' Ah never has.
So yer sees Ah doesn't hole de dimmi
crat party fur de panic ob de las' year.
"Mr. McKinley blame the dimmer
crat party fur de hard times, short
work an' low wages. Ah has seen de
hard times er mh?hty heap harder dan
dey is now, an' Ah don't see as wages
is any lower now dan dey has bin un
der de 'publicans. Ah knows dat
steamboat wages got down indurin'
de 'publican power, an dey has never
got up 6ince. Ah don't blame de
'publicans fur dat. Ah blames de
steamboatmen, an' de fool niggers as
'ud be willin' ter do de wuk fur de low
wages. An so Ah don't blame de dim
mercrat party fur de hard times,
nuther.
"Somebody in de ordnance tole Mr.
McKinley ter ax Mr. NeidrinR-haus
why he shet down de tin plate mill fur.
lie look eroun, but Mr. Xeidringhaus,
who was er sctin near me, did en' say
er word. Ah espect if he'd done tol'
de truff he'd er had ter say dat it wus
polertics. Ah has come ter de 'elu
sion dat some ur dese yer mill men
has dess dun dat er purpose ter mek
out laike dey cain't mek er livin' under
dat free traffic Dat is wrong. Er
man oughter ter hepp his fellow-men.
Ah is done it lots er times. An is un
'thout things mahseff when Ah seed
people as needed 'em wus den Ah did.
"Dese fellers what shets down fur
de sake ob polertics 'minds me ob er
man An knowed in Mississippi. lie
wus er sort er ejut, sorter wrong in his
head. Someone gib him er pa"r er
shoes as didn't fit him Dey pinched
his foot, an' ter git even he up wid er
ax an' chop off his hull foot.
At this stage the Chief Eagle's solil
oquy was interrupted by the arrival of
a delegation of influential citizens,
who wanted his influence in the inter
est of a certain candidate in the com
ing campaign, and, excusing himself
to the reporter, he went into execu
tive session with the visitors. St.
Louis Republic
PARAGRAPHIC POINTERS.
While McKinley was at Peoria
he should have had his speeches dis
tilled. Some of them already have
fermented. Chicago Post.
Mr. McKinley is talking a great
deal these days, but he is not trying to
explain why wool that kept falling
under a McKinley tax keeps rising
under free trade. N. Y. World.
The political tin factories were
started to help the republican cam
paign in 1893 and they are shutting
down now to help the republican cam
paign of of 1694. Chicago Herald.
Could anything induce Maj. Mc
Kinley to stop mourning long enough
to make a note of the boom in the hat
business and the increase of activity
in the glass trade? X. Y. AVorld.
The commercial agencies agree
that business is rapidly improving in
the west, notwithstanding the fact
that Gov. McKinley is on the stamp
out there waving the calamity shirt.
Boston Herald.
Russell B. Harrison announces
that it is not likely that his father
would decline a presidential nomina
tion if one is tendered. It is a wise
son who knows his own father as well
as Russell does. St. Louis Republic
Maj. McKinley's present speeches
in exposition of the priceless benefits
of protection would have had a pe
culiar interest could they have been
read on the morning after the elec
tions in November of 1892. Chicago
Record.
Mr. McKinley is convinced that
the American market cannot be held
except by the help of congress. He
and his friends seem unable to under
stand that increased imports mean in
creased exports, and so more work and
wages for American labor. Their
theory is that the harder you make it
for the American people to satisfy
their needs the better it will be for
them and the country. We believe
that that theory is losing its hold
upon our people. Indianapolis News.
Democracy does not have to re
sort to defensive or apologetic tactics
in the fight at hand. It has in its
brief term of control accomplished a
large measure of the reform to which
it is pledged, and the sole purpose of
republicanism at this time is to de
nounce what has been done, seeking
national supremacy, not upon the mer
its of any defined policy, but simply
by striving to rekindle the spirit of
restlessness which good times will
soon have exorcised. Looking to the
promise of the future and sacrificing
the animosities of the past at the altar
of party feal ty, the democratic party
is assured of a vindication. Detroit
Free Press.
A Discordant Note.
Gov. McKinley's cute way of refer
ring embarrassing questions to the
democratic party, because, as he says,
that party is in full control of the gov
ernment, is falling very flat. The an
swer is alike disingenuous and unsatis
factory. McKinley is virtually, if not
actually, a candidate for the presi
dency. Every speech he makes is filled
with tearful appeals for the return of
the republican party to power. If he
and his associates know but one is
sue, and can thrill but one note, they
may as well unite right now. for that
note does not and can not harmonize
with the great chorus of American in
dustry. But in making no pretense of
understanding live issues, McKinley
admits that he and his party will have
no responsible part in their solution,
and he is right. Kansas City Times.
FOR SUNDAY READING.
GREAT RICHES.
The world looked sad to-night, but through the
shadow
Of cares and duties where no light could
shine.
There came a message bearing peace and
promise.
Child thou art with Me; all I have ia
thine."
All that Thou hast? Tis recourse never fail
ing. And boundless energy and tireless health;
Tis joy and power from Thy divine indwelling
Which Thou art giving in exbaustless wealth
Then what possessions wait our laggard claim
ing? What rich bestowals is in God's design?
Through all our weakness, want and quick de
spairing Comes His reminder: "All I have Is thin.
The world is fair which holds this wondrous
promise
Round common living glows a light divine!
In His sure presence are our hope and courage.
Lord. Thou art with me. all Thou hast is
mine.
Helen M. Fletcher, in Chicago Advance.
REFUSING TO FORGIVE.
Vf Should Be an Willing to Bestow as W
Are to Receive Mercy.
The quality of the Divine mercy is
not strained. It falls upon the wait
ing soul as gently as the dews of
Heaven. To the old and hardened,
who have broken all the command
ments repeatedly, who have filled their
years with wickedness toward God and
cruelty toward their kind, it comes as
readily, as softly and sweetly as to
wayward youth when conscience ac
cuses of guilt and leads to repentance.
When the chambers of the soul are
haunted with the shadows of sin the
thought of God's mercy waiting to en
ter and banish them is like a line of
safety suddenly thrown to the ship
wrecked and despairing mariner. It is
a joy inexpressible.
What mercy we receive, that mercy
we should bestow. But we are more
willing to receive than to give. The
Divine pattern is too large for most of
us. We are slow to learn how to be
compassionate and forgiving to those
whose bins toward us are trivial in
comparison with our sins toward God.
We accept His clemency, but we do
not manifest it in our dealings with
our neighbors. Christ knew that men
are hard-hearted and unforgiving, and
in His teachings are many exhorta
tions to have that love which is slow
to take offense and quick to forgive it.
"Blessed are the merciful," He said;
and when asked whether a brother
should be forgiven seven times He re
plied: Not only seven times, but sev
enty times seven, or practically with
out limit.
It is a monstrous sin to refuse to for
give, and it is a sin unto death; for "if
ye forgive not men their trespasses,"
6aid our Lord, "neither will your Fa
ther forgive your trespasses." The
heart that is filled with hate and
thoug-hts of revenge toward another
can not have love toward God, whose
mercy is over all. Every day we may
see illustrations of this unlovely char
acteristic of unsanctified human na
ture, but not often so extreme and
pathetic a case as that which the fol
lowing letter, taken from one of our
daily papers last week, indicates. It
was written by a young girl of eigh
teen to her father:
DeabPapa: Won t you try to forgive me?
I know it must have stunned you for a moment
to nave seen me without any warning, and I
also know you did not mean to act the way you
did. I deserved it, I own, for I ought not to
have left you the way I did. But, papa, I have
not done anything wrong since I left you. I
have been traveling with theatrical companies
until recently, when I left to go to work in a
store down town, where I am now. Dear father,
if ever you forgive me and wish to see me.
please put a personal in the papers, ami I will
come to you and try to atone for the past in the
future. Won't you try to forgive your loving
daughter? Carrie.
This letter, which breathes humility
and contrition in every line, ought to
have touched the father's heart; it
touches the heart of other fathers; but
it did not move that hard and self
righteous nature. He declared he would
never forgive or see her again; but he
sent the piteous letter to a married
daughter, who quickly offered a home
to the young but penitent transgressor.
The sin of the child is small indeed,
compared with that of the father. Who
is he that he should assume that any
one could sin against him an unpardon
able sin? Where is his fatherly affec
tion? Where is his humanity? Where is
his sense of parental responsibility? He
can not hope for the Divine mercy for
his' own sins of ingratitude and inhu
manity until he learns himself to be
mercifuL
The mercy of God is not limited; it
is only conditioned. Even such a har
dened, unloving father may become a
subject of it. The Everlasting Father
is the Father of mercies. lie never
turns away repentant Rons or daugh
ters, no matter how long they may
have been sinning, nor how deeply.
His mercy endureth forever, and it is
for all who are willing to receive it and
manifest it in their lives. Those who
have learned how merciful the Lord is
delight in being merciful themselves.
It is a Divine attribute; but God means
as to possess it, and to show it in our
relations with one another, just as He
shows it to us. In being merciful we
obtain mercy, and become godlike.
N. Y. Independent.
WAKING FOR APPLAUSE.
Tbe Charon Needs Workers of the Kind
Who Are Willing To Kill the Lowest
Places.
The work of the world must largely
be done by hod carriers and hewers of
wood and drawers ef water. It needs
more spades than gleaming swords,
more servants than masters. We are
reminded at times that there is al
ways room at the top, but there is need
of men and ' women who will not de
spise the lower rungs of the ladder,
who will not make life one continuous
sigh for a nobler task or a higher
round of duty. There is no task so no
ble as that which hearty devotion to
it ennobles. Thoroughness of pur
pose, singleness of aim, unstinted ply
ing cf the loom and applying of one's
best self to one's work make it grand
and put a halo over the worker's head.
T'e desire to do some great thing
and to be lauded by one's fellowa is
seen in all the walks of life. It has
entered into many an educational con
test. The college student is not al
ways moved with a simple and single
and sincere desire to equip himself for
usefulness in the world. At times be
seeks applause, and for its sake will
toil and strive so that he may exceed
rather than excel. The victory in or
out of college halls is not always to
the worthy, though it be to the win
ner. The unholy spirit that spurns small
tasks and lowly places is abroad
in the church. It is difficult to bend
one's conspicuous talents to the minor
missions. Were there some great thing
to be done, the very doing of which
would make the doer conspicuous or at
least enable him to feel that like King
Saul, he was head and shoulders above
the people, how much easier it would'
be to serve one's day and generation!
But King Saul proved a failure at rul
ing, and his name is shrouded with
shame until this day. His successor
was the lowly lad, who tended sheep
and did it well. The church needs
workers of mediocre talent, workers
who never see a giant when they look
into their mirrors, workers who do not
look straight over the woodpile when
looking for some work to do, workers
whose regard for themselves is not of
avoirdupois as to prevent their fitting
into a small place. The ranks of the
church militant are not yet filled, but
the call is for souls who are ready to
take the lowest places.
There are ministers of the Gospel who
are losing golden opportunities for use
fulness because they have not been
called to fill a conspicuous pastorate.
Their light, they are quite sure, was
intended for a lighthouse on some oft
traveled sea, and they can not com
fortably come down to the humble des
tiny and duty of a village lamp. The
late Prof. Phelps has told us of a minis
ter who was settled in a manufactur
ing center and who mourned that he
was compeled to "throw himself away
on that shoe town." He would have
had his name linked with some educa
tional center or metropolitan city. He
sighed for some great thing to do, un
conscious that the royal road to great
ness is by way of the valley to humili
ty, and forgetting that he who cheer
fully accepts abasement is already
blessedly exalted. N. Y. Observer. J
AN ANCIENT CUSTOM.
The Tomb of the Old Egyptian Nobility
Represented the Prirate Apartments of
tbe Soul.
M. de Morgan, director-general of the
French service of Egyptian antiquities,
has recently made some surprising dis
coveries. Two years or more ago he
started to explore the pyramids of
Dashur, which are about tejpnty-five
miles from Cairo. There are six pyra
mids in this group. Some of them are
of stone and some of brick. The latter
have long since crumbled into shape
less masses. Here M. de Morgan made
borings to find, if possible, the remains
of kings and queens who lived thou
sands of years ago.
He sunk pits, extended galleries and
honeycombed the shapeless pyramid of
bricks, of which Herodotus might have
spoken when he wrote: "By plunging
spears into the water of the Nile and
taking from them the mud that was
thus attached, the bricks were made of
which I am constructed." And now,
by plunging picks and shovels into the
earth, some of the long-hidden secrets
of antiquity were to be discovered. (
At last, after many disappointments,
in the principal gallery which had been
opened, the explorer found evidences
of an undisturbed pit. Then came the
problem of admitting pure air into the
crypt in which no foot had trodden for
scores of centures. Then, too, followed
the finding of a secret door, and a
stately chamber with its eighteen
sarcophagi, the abode of princesses;
and then the treasure, which had evi
dently been hastily buried in the
ground. I
What strange jewels were there!
Breastplates of massive gold; jeweled;
signets, earrings and bracelets of
pearls and emeralds, a beautiful mir
ror in gold and silver, clasps in the
shape of hearts and lotus blossoms-
all of which had ministered to human
pride and had adorned, ages ago, the
bodies of men and women when they
were arrayed in their glory. !
The treasure was by far the largest
ever discovered in any pyramid. The
workmanship of the articles found,
that had been hidden for over sixty
centuries, is declared to be most ex
quisite, and the designs so beautiful
and new that they will have a marked
effect upon the fashion of the present
day. t
"To the old Egyptians," says MJ
Maspero, the greatest Egyptian au
thority, "the tomb represented the prii
vate apartments of the soul, where no
living being could enter without sacrl-r
lege." Every life has its own pyramid'
in whose dark recesses its hopes, de
sires and deeds are buried. In it are
hidden, as with the old Egyptians, the
things that we have loved. Mortal
eyes can not explore its secret depths,"
but by a law ordained of God, that
which it contains may be brought to
light in other lives.
If a dead sapphire, or a piece of gold,
can influence fashion a thousand years
after their burial by a forgotten gen
eration, how much more potent are
those qualities of mind and heart that
force their way into the livea of men,
through the characters of those whe
shall come after us! Youth's Companion-
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TRUTH BOILED DOWN.
Some of the Ram's Horn's Choicest Bits
of Thought.
No crape is worn in Heaven.'
Get God for a beginning, and yon are
on your way to wealth.
As long as a sin can hide its head it
feels safe.
God reigns in the heart that will not
harbor hate.
An opportunity to do good is a chance
to please God.
One man living in godly life will
make many others want it.
Not a stone was thrown at Stephen
until his face began to shine.
God loves everybody, but it ia hard to
get a sinner te believe it.