THEIR NEIGHBOR.
'Girls! " cried Margery Kearney,
Tvo seen him! Clive Sterling our
new neighbor!"
In quite a whirl of excitement
Margery had dashed into the cozy
room where her three sisters were
Bitting- She was shining with rain
from the hood of her silver-gray gos
"earn er to the tips of her rubbers.
The fluffy brown curls across her
forehead were sprinkled " with bright
,drops and her cheeks were glowing
from her rapid walk.
"You did?" interrogatively chorused
three eager voices.
"I really did!"
"Is he handsome?" asked Janet,
who appreciated all beauty as in
tensely as only a plain-looking per
son can.
"Intellectual-looking?" , inquired
Clotilde, who dipped daily intoEmer
son and professed to adore Ruskin.
"Jolly?" queried little Bertie, who
-was at the age when jolly people
seemed created for her especial
amusement.
"No no no!" laughed Margery
"Not handsome or learned-looking
or even jolly. He is. simply the
most awkward -looking mortal I ever
beheld!"
And she broke into a peal of
heartiest laughter at recollection ol
her encounter with their new neigh
bor.
"You see it was this way, girls,
jerking off her gossamer and dis
closing a form attired in a dress of
chocolate cashmere a form that was
trim, slim, and willowy as that o
sweet 17 is apt to be. "I was run
ning home in a great hurry for it's
chillier out than folks imagine and
just as I came opposite the gate o
The Oaks' I stopped very suddenly,
for right there was the most tremen
dous black dog I ever saw. I said,
Go way!' and he didn't budge. I
shook my umberella at him. He
-wasn't a bit afraid. I said, 'If you
don't get out of the way I'll hit you!'
and he actually grinned. There was
nothing to do but step out in the
street it was so muddy, too and
walk around him. But just then I
suppose my dilemma was apparent
from the house down the path he
came running. Oh, he looked so
ridiculous! He is about as tall as
Jack's bean-stalk, lean as a lath, and
brown as an Indian."
"Well!" exclaimed Janet. "He
must be charming!"
"Oh!" cried Margery, going off in
to a fresh paroxysm of laughter.
"What with his glasses, and his coat
tails, flying straight out as he rush
ed to my rescue, he looked like some
great, curious, comical bird!"
"Birds don't wear glasses," correct
ed Bertie. "Was his coat a swallow
tail?" . ' ;
The appeal for information was
ignofned.
"Well, he called off the dog and
apologized for the master, and
that'R all."
"I wish he'd offer me the use of his
library," sighed Clotidle.
"They say 'The Oaks' is a perfect
palace as far as the furnishing goes,"
murmurs Janet.
"I think I'll ask him to loan me the
lovely little white pony," decided
Bertie.
But this rash resolution was ruth
lessly crushed.
"The Oaks" had been shut up so
long ever since the Kearneys had
come to live in the gray-green cottage
nearby. It's owner had gone abroad
on the death of his mother, three
years ago, leaving his handsome
house in the care of a coupie of ser
vants. But now that news of his re
turn had spread, "curiosity was rife
in the fashionable suburb of River
view. And not the least interested
were Clive Sterling's near neighbors.
A pleasant room this in which the
sisters sat; a home-like room, even
if the carpet was threadbare, the
chairs venerable, the damask cur
tains darned'-perhaps all the more
home-like for these suggestions of
Bocial service and experience.
Janet went on with her ta sk of re
modeling an old dress. Clotilde went
over to the window, and looked wist
fully through v the drizzling rain to
the red brick chimneys which rose
above the house whieh held the cov
eted books. Margery, obeying a sud
den impulse, had snatched up her
ever-ready sketch-book from the
table, and was scratching vigorous
ly away. An ecstatic giggle from
Bertie, who was peeping over her
shoulder, called the attention of the
others to her work.
"What is it?" asked Janet.
Margery looked up with a nod and
Bmile.
"Wait a moment."
Oh her brisk pencil flew, the dim
ples in her pretty cheeks deepening
as her mischievous smile grew.
."There!"
She held up the open book. The
others flocked around to her.
"Oh, Margery!" -
"He can't look like that!"
"What a caricature!"
Indeed, comical and grotesque was
the drawing of the long, lank figure,
with the spidery extremities, the fly
ing coat-tails, the tremendous gog
gles. "Oh, just a trifle accentuated not
quite a caricature," she said, laugh
ingly, as she scrawled under the
picture the words: "Our New Neigh
bor." "The rain is clearing off!" cried
Bertie. "I'm going to. run and ask
mamma if I mayn't go out."
And off she rushed.
Soon, with her kitten in her arms
and her little spaniel ather heels, she
was out on the wet road. The rain
had quite ceased. The afternoon
sun, weary of sulking, was coming
out in splendid state. In its radiance
every drop on every clover leaf was
a glittering jewel, and the pools in
the street reflected bits of the bril
liant sky.
On and on wandered Bertie, her
scarlet skirt blowing backward, her
yellow hair tangling flossily as the
breeze caught and played with it.
Asehe passed "The Oaks" she paused
to put her small inquisitive face
against the iron railing and peer
through. ' . ,
What a grand, big house it was!
And how smooth .und green was the
large lawn all lovely with beds of
bloom! And how sweet the flowers
smelled after the rain the gerani
ums, and carnations, and sweet
briar, and verbenas! i , ,
' "I should so love to see the funny
man Sister Margery saw," she said
io herself. And then, just as if she
.had had a magical ring, her wish
was gratified. For out on the mam
walk, not twelve feet away, from a
small path, came Mr. Sterling.
He saw the little maiden outside
the railing the bright-eyed, curious
face. He liked children. He saun
tered toward the gate.
"Hello, little lassie! what is your
name?"
"Kearney, sir." -
"Oh! vou're one of theKearney sis
ters, are you? Which one?"
Bertie hugged her kitten more
tightlv and looked very important.
"I'm not the clever one," she said.
He smiled.
"No?"
"No. Clotilde is the clever one."
! "Well."
"And I'm not the good one. Jan
et is the good one."
"Indeed!"
"Yes," with a nod. "And I'm not
the pretty one either. Margery is
the pretty one."
"Andvou?"
"Oh, I'm the bad one.N At least
that is the way Uncle Dick says we
ought to be dis-distinguished!"
' She was breathless from her strug
gle with the big word.
"Then," he said, laughter lighting
up his quiet brown eyes "then it
was Margery I saw to-day?"
"Yes, and I think," indignantly,
"she was all wrong. I don't think
vou're one bit awkward."
" "Eh!"
"I think you're downright nice,
and some day now, because
the girls said I mustn't
but some day, when we're better
acquainted, I'm going to ask you to
let raeride on your little white pony."
He bowed gravely.. 4
"Certainly
"It's so sweet!" growing friendly
nnrl ennfkleritin,!. "Dnvon knowthnt
last summer keep still, Kitty Ivear
nejr," to the pussy, which was writh-
inglv attempting an escape "last
summer Margery, who is the grand- -
est artist that ever lived, I think,
made a sketch of it when it was out
at pasture. Just wait here, and I'll
run and get it. Come on, Twig."
Away she scampered, her little dog
after her. Smiling amusedlv, the tall
brown gentleman by the gate waited
her return.
In about fifteen minutes she was
back with a flat book under her arm.
"It is in there, and he is eating
grass!" He took the book rather diffident
ly, but very curiously, too. It could
not matter. Sketches were made to
be looked at. And this was a sketch
of his own pet pony.
"By George!" ?
He almost dropped the book.
"Oh' please, please." cried Bertie,
in an agony of remorse. "I quite
forgot your picture was in there.
What won't Margery say? Oh,
never mind the pony's picture now.
She snatched the book, "turned,
ran home as fast as her fat legs
would carry her, leaving Clive Ster
ling crimsoning and laughing as he
never had crimsoned and laughed
before.
"Well, I've seen myself for once as
others see me, thanks to the prettv
one!"
He dropped his eye-glasses and
sauntered back to the house. For
several days he neither saw nor heard
anything of his neighbors. Then lie
chanced to encounter Bertie.
"Oh, please, I can't -talk to .you,"
the child said. "The girls say I'm so
un-unreliable. You know Margery
caught me when I was sneaking her
sketck-book back, and made me tell
her where I had taken it to."
"And then?"
"Then," confessed Bertie, with a
contrite gulp, "then she sat down and
cried!"
"I say! No!"
"She did. There she is now. Oh,
Margery, Margery!"
The girl had come unspectedly
around the corner. To avoid a
meeting was impossible. She was
quite near her sister and the master
of "The Oaks."
"This is Mr. Sterling. Margery.
You know you weren't reg-regularly
introduced before. I've been telling
him how you cried about "
A delicious blush of mortification,
regret.pleading, swept across Mar
gery's wild-rose face. Frankly she
held out her hand, and lifted her
clear eyes.
"I am so sorry for having been so
rude! Will you forgive me if you can?
And come over and play tennis this
afternoon?"
"Thank you. Yes!" he said.
"Why, Margery," the others said
to her, when he, after a rattling good
game, had returned home, "he is just
splendid!"
"Good-looking, too!". , .
"And'a gentleman!"
"All three!" decided Margery,
promptly, as she sought the sketch of
their new neigh ber and deliberately
to.-e it up. '
She is Mrs. Clive Sterling now.
"Bertie was her bridemaid. New
York Ledger.
m t m -
Getting it Down Fine.
A Bangor druggist has a pair of
scales so accurate as to enable
the clerk to weigh one sixty-fourth
of a grain, though he is not called
upon to balance below one-fifteenth
of a grain. Recently he weighed
one-fifteenth of a grain of atrophine,
which he afterward made into
twelve powders for some believer
in minute doses. Lewiston Journal.
Railroad wrecks are becoming
alarmingly frequent. Like other mis
fortunes, they seem to come in troops.
And umtil things have for a time run
along without occurrences of this sort
travelers will give more thought than
H3ual to the risks of life on the rail.
MEDITERRANEAN VOYAGE.
Dr. Talmage Preaches to the Italians cit
Brindisi, on His Trip.
Tha Eminent Brooklyn Divine Draw a Les
son from His Own Experience He Exhort
His Hearers to Be of Good Cheer, Every
. One. , . ' '
Rav. T, De Witt Talmage, the Brooklyn
divine, epsnt the Sabbath at Brindisi, Italy
and addressed an interested audience on the
text Acts xxvii, 44: "And so it came to
pass, that they escaped all safe to land."
Dr. Talmage said :
Having visited your historical city,
which we desired to see because it was the
terminus of the most famous road of the
ages, the Roman Appian Way, and for its
mighty fortress overshadowing a city
which even Hannibal's hosts could not
thunder down, we must tomorrow morning
leave your harbor, and after touching at
Athens and Corinth, voyage about the Medi
terranean to Alexandria, Egypt. I have been
reading this morning in my New Testament
f a Mediterranean voyage in an Alexan
drian ship. It was this very month of No
vember. The vessel was lying in a port not
very far from here. On board that vessel .
were two distinguished passengers: one,
Jcsephus, the historian, as we have strong
reasons to believe; the other, a convict, one
Paul by name, who was going to prison for
upsetting things, or, as they termed it,
turning the world upside down." This
convict had gained the confidence of the
captain. Indeed, I think that Paul knew
almost as much about the sea as did the
captain. He had been shipwrecked three
times already; he had dwelt much of his
life amidst capstans, and yardarms, and
cables, and storms ; and he knew what
he was talking about. Seeing the
equinoctial storm was coming, ' and
perhaps noticing something unsea
worthy in the vessel,, he advised tha
captain to stay in tho harbor. But I hear
the captain and the first mate talking tog-ether.
They sa.y : "We cannot afford tc
take the advice of this landsman, and he a
minister. He may be able to preach very
well, but I don't believe he knows a mar
linespike from a luff tackle. All aboard!
Cast off! Shift the helm for headway!
Who fears the Mediterranean?" They had
grone only a . little way out when a whirl
Wind, called Eurocly don, made the torn
ail its turban, shook the mast as you
would brandish a spear, and tossed "the
hulk into the heavens. Overboard with
the cargo ! It is &11 washed with salt
water, and worthless now; and there are
no marine insurance companies- All hands
ahoy, and out with the anchors!
Great consternation comes on crew and i
passengers. The sea monsters snort in the
foam, and the billows clap their hands in
glee of destruction. In a lull of the storm
I hear a chain clank. It is the chain of the
great apostle as he walks the deck, or holds
fast to the rigging amidst the lurching of
the ship the spray dripping from his long
beard as he cries out to the crew: "Now
I exhort you to be of good cheer: for there
shall be no loss of any man's life among
you, but for the ship. For there stood by.
me this night the angel of God, whose I
am, and whom I serye, saying, Fear not,
Paul; thou must be brought before Usesar:
and, lo, God hath given thee all them that
sail with thee.". ' '
Fourteen days have passed, and there is
no abatement of the storm. It is midnight.
Standing on the lookout, the man pears into
the darkness, and by a flash of lightning,
sees the long white line of the breakers, and
knows they must be coming near to some
country, and fears that in a few moments
the vessel will be shivered on the
rocks. The ship flies like chaff in the tor
nado. They drop the souuding line, and by
the light of the lantern they see it is twenty
fathoms. Speeding along a little farther,
they drop the line again, and by the lantern
they see it is fifteen fathoms. Two hun
ired and seventy-six souls within a few feet
of awful shipwreck! The managers
of the vessel, pretending they want
to look over, the side of the ship
and under.?ird it, get into the small
boat, expacting in it to escape; but Paul'
BCLCkO Vl V U- V. 1 I 1.11 J . '
ows iuwugu mo suuiu, auu lie Ltilis T.npm
that if they go off in the boat it will be the
death of them. The vessel strikes! The
vessel parts in the thunderinar surge ! Oh,
what wild struggling for life! Here they
leap from plank to plank. Here they go un
der as if they would never rise, but catching
hold of a timber come floating and panting
on it to the beach. Here, strong swimmers
spread their arms through the waves until
their chins plough the sand, and they rise
up and ring out their wet lock's on the
beach. When the roll of the ship is called,
two hundred and seventy-six people answer
to their names. , "And so," says my text,
"it came to pass that they escaped all safe
to land."
I learn from this subject :
First, that those who get us into trouble
will not stay to help us out. These ship
men got Paul out of Fair Heavens into the
storm; but as soon as the tempest dropped
upon them, they wanted to go oft in the
small boat, caring nothing for what became
of Paul ana the passengers. Ah me ! human
nature is the same in all ages. They who
get us into trouble never stop to help us
out They who tempt that young man
into a life of dissipation will be tn first. t.r.
laugh at his imbecility, and to drop him out :
oi aecent society. Uamblers always make
fun of the losses of gamblers. They who
tempt you into the contest with &sis, sav
ing, "I will back you," will be the first to
run. Look over all the predicaments of
your life, and count the names of those
wno have got you into those predica
ments, and tell me the name of one
who ever helped you out. They were
glad enough to get you out from Fair
Havens, but when, with damased rigging,
you tried to get into harbor, did the.y hold
ior you a plank or throw you a rope? j
Not one. Satan has got thousand of men
into trouble, but he never got one out. He
led them into theft, but he would not hide
me goods or bail out the defendant. The
spider shows the fly the way over the gos
samer bridge into the cobweb; but it never
shows the fly the way out of the cobweb
over the gossamer bridge. I think that
there were plenty of fast young men to
help the prodigal spend his money ; but
when he had wasted his substauca in
riotous living, they let him go to the swine
pastures, while they betook themselves to ;
some other new comer. They who take i
Paul OUt Of Fair Ravmia t7 ill In nf nnlioln I
to him when he gets into the breakers of
Melita.
I remark again, as a lesson learned from
the text, that it is dangerous to refuse the
counsel of competent advisers. Paul told
them not to go out with that ship.
They thought he knew nothing about it.
They said: "He is only a minister!" They
wtat, and the ship was destroyed. There
are a great many people who now say of
ministers : "They know nothing about the
world. They cannot talk to us!" Ah, my
friends, it is not necessary to have the
Asiatic cholera before you can give it
medical treatment in others. It is not neces
sary to have your own arm broken before
you can know how to splinter a fracture.
And we who stand in the pulpit, and in the
office of a Christian teacher, know that
there are certain styles of belief and certain
kinds of behavior that will lead to destruc
tion as certainly as Paul knew that if that
ship went out of Fair Havens it would go
to destruction. "Rejoice, O young man, in
thy youth; and let thy heart cheer thee in
the days of thy youth: but know thou that
for all these things God will bring thee into
judgment." We may not know much, but
we know tfiat.
Young people refuse the advice of pa
rents. Chey say: "Father is over-suspicious,
and mother is getting old." Hut
those parents have been on the sea of life.
They know where the storms sleep, and
during their voyage have seen a thousand
battered hulks marking the place where
beauty burned, and intellect foundered,and
j morality sank. They are old sailors, having
' answered manv a signal of distress, and
distress, and
endured great stress of weather, and gone
scudding under bare pole3; and tho old
folks know what they are talking about.
Look at that man in his cheek the glow of
infernal fires. His eye flashes not as 'once
with thought, but with low passion. His
brain is a sewer through which impurity
floats, and his heart the trough in which
lust wallows and drinks. Men shudder as
the leper passes, and parents cry, " Wolf i
wolf!" Yet he once said the Lord's Prayer
at his mother's knee, and against that in
iquitous brow once pressed a pur, mother's
lip. But he refused her counsel. He went
where euroclydons have their lair. Ho
foundered on the sea, while all holl echoed
at the roar of the wreck: Lost Pacifies!
Lost Pacifies!
Another lesson from the subject is that
Christians are always safe.
There did not seem to be much chance
for Paul getting out of that shipwreck, did
there! They had not, in those days,
rockets with which to throw ropes over
foundering vessels. Their lifeboats were
of but little worth. And yet, notwich
standing all the danger, my text says tnat
Paul escaped safe to land. And so it will
always be with God's children. They may
be plunged into darkness and trouble, but
by the throne of the eternal God, I assert
it, "they shall all escape safe to land."
Sometimes there comes a storm of com
mercial disaster. The cables break. The
masts falL The cargoes are scattered over
the sea. Oh! what struggling and leaping
on krgs and hogsheads and corn bins and
store shelves ! And yet, though they may
have it so very hard in commercial circles,
the good, trusting in God, all come safe to
and.
Wreckers go out on the ocean's beach
and find the shattered hulks of vessels ; and
on the streets of our great cities there is
many a wreck. Mainsail slit with banker's
pen. Hulks abeam's end on insurance
counters. Vast credits sinking, having
suddenly sprung a leak. Yet all of them
who are God's children . shall at last,
through, his goodness and mercy, escape
safe to land. The Scandinavian warriors
used to drink wine out of tho skulls of the
enemies they had s.lain. Even so God will
help us, out of the conquered ills and
disasters of life, to drink sweetness and
strength for our souls.
You have my friends, had illustrations, in
your own life, of how God delivers his peo
ple. I have had illustrations in my own
life of the same truth. I was once in what on
your Mediterranean you call a Euroclydon,
but what on the Atlantic we call a cyclone,
but the same storm. The steamer Greece
of the National line, swung out into the riv
er Mersey at Liverpool, bound for New
York. o had on board seven hundred,
crew and passengers. We came together
strangers Italians, Irishmen. Englishmen,
Swedes, Norwegians, Americans. Two
flags floated from the masts British and
American ensigns. We had a new vessel,
or one so thoroughly remodeled that the
voyage had around it all the uncertainties
of r trial trip. The great steamer
felt its way cautiously out into
the sea. The pilot was discharged;
and committing ourselves to the care
of him who holdeth the winds in his fist,
we were fairly started on our voyage of
three thousand miles. It was rough nearly
all the way the sea with strong buffeting
disputing our path. But one night, at elev
en o'clock, after the lights had been put
out, a cyclone a wind just made to tear
ships to pieces caught us in its clutches. It
came down so suddenly that we had not
time to take in the sails or to fasten the
hatches. You may know that the bottom
of the Atlantic is strewn with the ghastly
work of cyelones. Oh ! they are cruel
winds. They have hot breath, as though
they came up 1 from infernal furna
ces. Their merriment is the cry of
affrighted passengers. Their play is
the foundering of steamers. And,
when a ship goes down, they laugh
until both Jcontinents hear them. They go
in circles, or, as I describe them with my
hand rolling on t rolling on ! with finger of
terror writing on the white sheet of the
wave this sentence of doom : "Let all that
come within this ' circle perish ! Brigan
tines. go down! Clippers, go down! Steam
ships, go down!" And the vessel, hearing
the terrible voice, crouched in the surf, and
as the waters gurgle through the hatches
and port holes, it lowers away thousands
of feet down, farther and farther, until at
last it strikes the bottom ; and all is peace,
for tliey have landed. Helmsman, dead at
a wheel ! Engineer, dead amidst the extin
guished furnaces! Captain, dead in the
gangway! Passengers dead in the cabin 1
Buried in the cemetery of dead steamers,
beside the City of Boston, the Lexington,
the President, the Cambria waiting for
the archangel's trumpet to split up the
decks, and wrench open the cabin doors,
and unf as ten the hatches.
I thought that I had seen storms on the
sea before ; but all of them together might
have come Under one wing of that cyclone.
We were only eight or nine hundred miles
from home, and in high expectation of soon
seeing our friends, for there was no one on
board so poor as not to have a friend. But
it seemed as if we were to be disappointed.
The most of us expected then and there to
die. There were none who made light of
the peril, save two. One was an English
man, and ho was drunk, and the other was
an American, and he was a fool ! Oh ! what
a time it was ! A night to make one's hair
turn white. We came out of the berths,
ad stood in the gangway, and looked into
the steerage, and sat in the cabin. While
seated there, we heard overhead something
like minute guns. It was the bursting of
the sails. We held on with both hands to
keep our places. Those who attempted to
cross the floor came back bruised and
gashed. Cups and glasses were dashed
to fragments; pieces of the table getting
loose, swung across the saloon. It seemed
as if the hurricane took that great ship of
thousands of tons and stood it on end, and
said: "Shall I sink it, or let it go this
once?" And then it came down with such
force that the billows trampled over it,
each mounted of a fury. .We" felt that
everything depended on the propelling
screw li tnat stopped ior an instant we
knew the vessel would fall off into the
trough of the sea and sink, and so we pray
ed that the screw, which three times since
leaving Liverpool had already stopped,
might not stop now. Oh! how anxiously
we listened for the regular thump of the
machinery, upon which our lives seemed to
depend. After a while some one said: "The
screw is stopped!" No; its sound had only
been overpowered by the uproar of the
tempest, and we breathed easier again
when we heard the regular pulsations of
the over-tasked machinery going thump,
thump, .thump. At 3 o'clock in the morn
ing the water covered the ship from
prow to stern, and the skylights gave way !
The deluge rushed in, and we felt that on e
or two more waves like that must swamp
us forever. As the water rolled back and
forward in the cabins, and dashed against
the wall, it sprang half way up to the ceil
ing. Rushing through the skylights a3 it
came in with such terrific roar, there went
np from the cabin a shriek of horror which
I pray God I may never hear acrain. I have
dreamdd the whole scene over again, but
God has mercifully kept me from hearing
that one cry. Into it seemed to be com
pressed the agony, of expected shipwreck.
It seemed to say: "I shall never get home
again I My children shall be orphaned, and
my wife shall be widowed ! I am launch
ing now into .eternity I In two minutes I
shall meet my God !"
There were about five hundred and fifty
passengers in the steerage, and as the water
rushed in and ' touched the furnaces, and
began violently to hiss, the poor creatures
in the steerage imagined that the boilers
were giving way. Those passengers writh
ed in the water and in the mud, some pray
ing, some crying, all terrified. They made
a rush for the deck. An officer stood on
deck and beat them back with blow after
blow. It was necessary. They could not
have stood an instant on the deck. Oh!
how they begged to get out of the , hold "of
the ship! One woman, with a child in
her arms, rushed up and caught hold
of one of the officers and cried: ."Do
let me out! I will help you! Do
let me ontl I cannot die here!" Some got
down and prayed to the Virgin Mary, say-,
Ing: "O blessed mother! keep us! Have
mercy on us I" Some stood with white lips
and fixed gaze, silent in their terror. Some
wrung their hands and cried out: "O God!
what shall I do! What shaU I do?" The
time came when the crew could no longer
stay on the deck, and the cry of the offlcors
was: "Below I all hands below 1" Our
brave and sympathetic" Capt. Andrews
whose praise I shall not cease to Per
while I live had been swept by tho hurri
cane from his bridge, and had-eecapea
. i lift. JIUO
very narrowly wiw " " "
r itand on
the
cycione seemeu w - ilTht gn:D
deck, waving its wing, crying: is snip
is mine! I have captared ..fj1
will command it! If .Thon
will sink it here and now! By a thou
sand shipwrecks I swear the doom of this
vessel'" There was a lull in the storm;
but only that it might gain additional fury.
Crash! went the lifeboat on one side.
Crash ! went the lifeboat on the other side.
The great booms got loose, and, as with the
heft of a thunderbolt, pounded the deck,
and beat the mast the jib boom, studding
sail boom, and square sail boom, with their
strong arms, beating time to the watchful
march and music of the hurricane.
Meanwhile the ocean bocame phosphores
cent. The whole scene looked like fire.
The water dripping from the rigging, thero
were ropes of fire; and there were masts of
fire; and there was a deck of fire. A ship
of fire, sailing on a sea of fire, through a
night of fire. May I never see anything
like it again !
Everybody prayed. A . lad of 12 years of
age got down and prayed for his mother,
"If I should give up," he said, "I do not
know what would become of mother."
There were men who, 1 think, had not pray
ed for thirty years, who then got down on
their knees. When a man who has neglect
ed God all his life feels that he has come to
his last time, it makes a very busy night.
All of our sins and shortcomings passed
through our minds. My own life seemed
utterly unsatisfactory. I could only say,
"Here, Lord, take me as I am. I cannot
mend matters now. Lord Jesus, thou didst
die for the chief of sinners. That's me ! It
seems, Lord, as if my work is done, and
poorly done, and upon thy infinite mercy J.
cast myself, and in this hour of shipwreck
and darkness commit myself and her whom
I hold by the hand to thee, O Lord Jesus I
praying that it may be a short struggle in
the water, and that at the same instant wo
may both arrive in trlory !" Oh! I tell you
a man prays straight to the mark when he
has a cyclone above him, an ocean beneath
him, and eternity so close to him that he
can feel its breath on his cheek.
The night was long. At last we saw the
dawn looking through the port holes. As
in the olden time, in the fourth watch of the
night, Jesus came walking on the sea, from
wave cliff to wave cliff ; and when he puts
his foot upon a billow, though it may be
.tossed up with might it goes down. He
cried to the winds, Hush ! They knew his
voice. The waves knew his foot. They
died away. And in the shining track of
his feet I read these letters on scrolls of
foam and fire, "The earth shall be filled
with the knowledge of God as the
waters cover the sea." The ocean calmed-
The Data of the steamer became
more and more mild ; until, on the
last morning out, tho sun threw round
about us a glory such as I never witnessed
before. God made a pavement oi mosaic,
reaching from horizou to horizon, for all
the splendors of earth and heaven to walk
upon a pavement bright enoueh for the
foot of a seraph bright enough for the
wheels of the archangel's chariot. As a
parent embraces a child, and kisses away
its grief, so over that sea, that had been
writh ng in agony in the tempest, the
morning threw its arms of beauty and of
benediction, and tho lips of earth and
heaven met. ;
As I came on deck it was very early,
and we were nearing the shore L saw a
few sails against the ,sky. They seemed
like the spirits of the night walking the
billows. I leaned over the taffrail of the
vessel, and' said, "Thy way, O God, is in
the sea, and thy path in the great waters.'
It gxew lighter. The clouds were hung
in purple clusters along the sky ; and, as if
those purple clusters were pressed into red
w.ne and poured out upon the sea, every
wave turned into crimson. Yonder, fire
cleft stood opposite to fire cleft; and here,
a cloud, rent and t nged with light, seemed
like a palace, with flames bursting from tho
windows. The whole scene l;ghtfd
up until it seemed as if the angels of
God were ascending and descending
upon stairs of fire, and the wavecrests,
changed into jasper, and crystal, and ame
thyst, as they were flung toward the
beach, made me think of the crowns of
heaven cast before the throne of the great
Jehovah. I leaned over the taffrail again,
and said, with more emotion than before:
"Thy way. O God, is as the sea, and thy
path in the great waters !"
So, I thought, will be the going off of the
storm and night of the Christian's life.
The darkness will fold its tents and away !
The golden feet of the rising morn will come
skipping upon the mountains, and all the
wrathful billows of the world's woe break
into the splendor of eternal joy. And so we
come into the harbor. The cyclone behind us.
Our friends before us. God, who is always
good, all around us. And if the roll. of the
crew and the passengers had been called,
seven hundred souls would have answered
to their names. "And so it oame to pass
that we all escaped safe to land." And may
God grant that when all our Sabbaths on
earth are ended that, through the rich
mercy of our Lord Jesus Christ, we all have
weathered the gale !
Into the harbor of heaven now we glide,
Home at last!
Softly we drift on the bright silver tide,
Home at last!
Glory to God! All our dangers are o'er; -
We Btand secure on the gloritled ehore.
Glory to God! we will shout evermore.
Home at last!
Home at last!
IN A NUT SHELL,
People would net die so ?ast if they
didn't live so fast.
The corset is a paradox. It comes
to stay, and yet goes to waist
How to be happy when married
Let your wife do all the talking.
The husband who "smiles1' too often
will never have a smiling wife.
Figures that won't lie Those that
are seen in modern bathing suits.
Judging from the many attractions
in the dime museums, it is easy to be
lieve that this is a freak country.
It has been observed that the man
with the fewest failinsrs is the man
most tolerant of those of his neighbors.
Man wants but little here below, but
what he does want he wants badly,
and, .when he can't get it, realizes
what want is.
Collecting silver spoons is a new
craze, but a rather dangerous one, for
your host or the hotel waiter may have
his eye on you.
Good intentions, do not justify acts
that are productive of annoyance. The
man who starts out to play the trom
bohe.at midnight to please his neigh
bors isn't always a benefactor of his
race. Boston Courier.
Getting Their Moaey'i Worth.
An English traveler in Africa says
that he remained with a certain tribe
for sixteen days, and that during each
day of that time they tortured a pris
oner whom they had captured from an
other tribe. They told him that they
could make the poor fellow last for
thirty days, giving him something new
and excruciating every day, and at the
end they would let the caymans eat
him. The American Indian Is no
good. ,
FOR THE FARMER.
Iolater tor Farmers. :
Oil the bearings of tlio mower often f
wing a few drops of oil each time.
Every time you stop to oil the ma
chine cast a glance around to see that
the bolts and pins and nuts are all
right.
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Broods that ore being weaned by
the mother hen, require watching for
a few evenings lest they crowd into
neighboring coops and get pecked by
cross-grained hens or crowd togeth
er and smother.
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Turpentine, coal oil and vinegar,
equal parts, well shaken together,
and rubbed on the eggs of the bot
fly on horses' legs will, we are told
utterly kill them after about three
applications.
The little chick is happy when he
can swallow a big fat worm. Don't
begrudge him the little fruits, or the
plants he sometimes accidentally
destroys. He will return its value in
a few weeks, destroying pests.
Thirteen miles from Cheyenne Is
what is said to be the largest horse
farm in the world. There are 120,-
000 acres of land, where roam 5,000
horses, which require the constant at
tention of sixty-five men. One hun
dred miles of wire fence keeps the
animals in bounds.
By stirring the soil after every
rain, the weeds will be more easily
destroyed than at any other time.
Never allow weeds to go to seed, es
pecially in the garden. A single weed
that seeds .entails more labor next
season than it would cost to clean
out all of them at this time.
The sudden approach of summer
heat is enough lor fowls to contend
with; when the plague of lice is added
the burden is fntolerable. While the
poultry keeper cannot control the
weather he can control the lice, and
there is really no good excuse for per
mitting them to worry the flocks &3
they do for night and day.
The farmer who considers all mat
ters designed for the improvement of
agriculture will not neglect the sheep.
In an old weedy pasture or wood lot
they will more than pay their keep
by the service performed in keeping
down the noxious weeds and brifrs,
while nothing equals them for restor
ing fertility to a worn-out field.
A strong, vigorous plant produces
e. strong, vigorous seed, which in
turn, withstands abuse to a certain
extent above the more delicate off.
spring of weaker plants. Strength is
given a plant by proper cultivation
in suitable soil. But proper Cultiva
tion does not consist in allowing the
weeds to rob the plant of nutriment.
An exchange suggests that'an addi
tional incentive to raising good
horses, did it ever strike you that
the horse was the ouly product of
the farm that the farmer was allowed
to put his own price on? The Big
Four fix the price on the meat crop,
John Bull on cotton, and the gam
blers on the grain, but the horse crop
has not yet been cornered.
There is no crop grown on tho farm
but will run out in time ifcareis not
taken to obt ain new seed occasional
ly, or unless care is taken to keep the
seed pure and carefully selected, but
no other crop seems so shortlived as
potatoes, nor can new varieties of
any other be so easily produced. It
will pay occasionally tory for a
new one.
It is discouraging when even a little
grain is given a cow in Summer at
pasture to have her begin to fatten
instead of increasing the milk flow.
But if the cow be of that kind, the
sooner her owner discovers it the
better. If graining fattens her she
probably is not worth keeping with
out the grain. So fatten her as
rapidly as possible, and get a better
cow in her place.
The Shorthorn cattle originated in
Durham, England, and it is even yet
common in some old-fashioned sec
tions to speak of them as the Dur
ham breed. Of course the original
Durhams were not bred up to the
present standards tor beef making,
but the characteristic tendencies ot a
good beef breed were in the original
stock. Good feeding and careful
selection of breeding stock has done
the rest.
The heavy drivingralns often carry
away from the barn-yard a" deep
stream of valuable fertilizing mate
rial, which is irretrievably lost. This
may be prevented by keeping the
yard well scraped up, and the con
tents carried out promptly to the
fields, and spread. There they are
free from leaching and waste, and
there they will do the most good.
Neglect of this liability to wash out
the best ot the contents of the barn
yard is often one of the greatleaksof
the farm, and yet it is one which
may be easily prevented.
Blue grass will bear pasturing
lightly earlier than almost any other
grass. Its roots lie near the surface,
and are quickly started into growth
in the Spring if the land is rich
enough. For this season too they
are more easily reached by light
Bhowers. Later in the season it mav
suffer from drought, but hardly more
so than other grasses and clovers
that strike into the subsoil and thor- i
oughly exhaust its moisture long be
fore the Summer drought has come.
Probably landed.
Ket Wist, Fla., Nov. 17. The ciar mat
ers' strike will probably end foon. A com
promise 4wiw fffected between Baker A
Dubees and their ra ploy es and tho latter
return d to work Thuredav. This factory
in the first to reopen though tho lant to
shutdown, and the proprietors say they
will sacrifice their entire profits by thnr
concessions, whieh, however, will be inaUe
in order to keep their contraots. Thi Cob
tello factory hus aluo reopened, though it.
may close at any time, an tho p!ckes and
packers have now made a aemand for in
creased Wajres. No action will bo taken fcy
tSJ,r?pr,etor9 un"l ntx Monday. Tb
ofbulilnesS'61117 dCpreS8eJ over braach
A Narrow cape.
rrrrsBUEO, Nov. 18. -The limited r ail
woBt cn the Pennsylyanla railroad ran Into
a landslide near Bessemer, Ta.. last nitrht
and tho engine and baggage ear were
wreckod. Fireman Qoode Is thought to be
fatally Injured. The engineer had hi W
broken, but wl.'l recover. II ad the ensrKe
fallen to tho rM t instead ot the left the
entire train with u loud of two hundred
souJb vould have gone down an embank
ment on hundred reet hh.
Trice List of Oils to Allancrs.
l.'0 test, medium white coal oil, U'j c-nt4
150 " prime 10'j
1T5 " V.L. . " " " i:i
74 ' stovo gasoline " 11
These oils in barrel lots. The s
harness oil In either one or fivo gallon
cans, 70 cents per gallon, rare iseats
foot oil in one to live gallon cans.
cents per gallon. In barrel lot;, ."
cents per gallon. Axle grease, thirty
six boxes in case, $1.83.
Allen Koot, State Agenl.
BEATRICE
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CRA'S HEIDBART, Proprietor.
G18 EAST COURT STHF.ET, N. S. OF
POST OFFICE.
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J. JUL ROBINS O ISr,"
Kenesaav, Adams County, News.
Breeder niul Shipper of Becortlcd Polun.l
China lioffs. Choieo Breeding' Mock tor
eale. Write for wants. Mention Tho Allluiuv.
NOW TO MILLERS
For Sale or Rent,
A Roller Flouring mill with water
power, one mile from Lincoln.
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Wm. Daily & Go j
LIVE STOCK
CowssioiiIercliaDts
Cattle, Hogs, Sheep
and Horses.
CASH ADVANCES ON CONSIGN
MENTS. ROOM 34, Exchange Uuii.dino.
Union Stock Yaki, South Omaha.
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on ttu years'- time. Debt cancelled in ?
Death. Anything: to trade let us know of it.
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AND TANK IIEATEIl
Cooks one to three barrels feed at one fiJllrnr.
Kirn hour mirnuinHnil wltli u nt... .. ...
pules. Any kind of fuel. EotdlyinuiiHKeduml
cleaned as a box stove. Send for Circular.
Atrents wanted. BOVEE H. M. CO..
"nltt Tama, Iowa.
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Manufacturers of
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Stencils, Badges and
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