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THE AMERICAN. IN THE Clutch of Rome. (COrTUUiHTID.) BY "GONZALES." CHAPTER XX.-Continued. THE RELIGION OF HUMANITY "Today, two of those boy have aked me to get them place to work in the country. I don't confine myself to that class, though," eaid Mr. Stafford. visit a great deal among the more rt fined poor of the big tenement houses. My wife and I often take whole families out into the country of a Sunday. This is a way we hare, my wife and I, of praising our God on the Sabbath; and, now, I've shocked you, si., haven't I?" "Not at all," said Father St John. "I presume the families you takeout on Sundays are ground down to the earth by work on week days "So close toearth," eaid Mr. Stafford, "that the society of people of means, to which I belong, believe our way the surest way to lift their thoughts to heaven on the Sabbath. "The society to which I belong is composed of men and women who are pledged to give no money to churches, nor to foreign missions. We never cry down the churches, and we would scorn to hold back the hand that thinks it is its duty to give a Bible or a dollar to the distant heathen. I think God will take care of the heathen as he takes care of the sparrows, which fall not to the earth without his knowledge; but that is neither here nor there; and we are a society who believe in absolute liberty of religious views. I can give you our creed In a few words. First, we believe in the Gospel as Christ taught It, without the embellishments of men; we believe in the communion of mankind, for the mutual good and im provement, rather than the communion of saints; we believe that the beautiful earth with its groves of trees for shelter, its sublime ocean shores and its dome of blue is the only temple He asks iris creatures to worship Him In. "Therefore, we do not see the need of the grand edifices men call churches. We think the vast sums of money which it takes to build them could be put to better use by being paid out in some judicious way to enable the poor to take up lands, or to be taught useful tradep, rnd the money it takes to maintain them In their luxury would give thou sands of such dark little minds as those yonder, a glimpse of the actual exist 'ence of the Supreme Being who created us all. But, as I said before, I don't wish to cry down the churches, and I don't, a Perhaps the majority of the world find a need for them; I do not; but, in my humble eyesight, the great est work of good I see in these grand structures is, that the building of them gave employment to men who needed it. So the great sums of money in them drew some interest. "But what are we going to do with the people who have to be restrained from evil-doing by these churches and these ministers?" "Supposing we abolish them," said Father St. John. "The civil law would take care of them, sir, just as it does now. Some of the people today who are cjnfined in our prisons for crime, are those who have never been under the influence of the churches, and others have been taken right from its sheltering arms to the places of the law's vindication am nut prepared to say we should be better off without the church. It is a hard and delicate matter to judge what is best for humanity, and it would be a presumptuous thing for one man to say, 'don't go to the churches, you are better off to stay away.' I have never eaid that to acy human being. I can only say that the society to which I belong, and my blessed wife and I, who have grown old together our children died in infancy feel no need of them. Let those who do, go to them and support tbem." "Some years ago, I pas9td a few days in a little towntin the interior. On my first evening, I saw great crowds of peo ple goingi into the public hall of ibe place. In answer to my Inquiries, I was told that a big talker from a dis' tant state was going to do up the Ad vents. Asking for an explanation, I learned that the five Protestant churches of the place, the Episcopalian excepted, had arrayed their forces against the ;Seventh-day Adventlsts, whom, I afterwards learned, have a large number of adherents in the town the state headquarters, I believe It is. I went in with the crowd. Ididn'tstay long, you may be sure, for such storms of religious invective as were made use of, on both sides, I had never listened to before, and I hope never to hear again. "Each christian labored hard to con vince the other that he and his follow ers were an abomination In the sight of the Lord each believed he was serving. These meetings, which I have no doubt strengthened the infidels In their unbe lief, without strengthening the chris tians In their presumed belief, lasted a week. What the outcome was, I never learned;but I looked at the town nes tling in one of the most beautiful val leys the lofty foothills of our state ever formed; the lovely river flowing back of it, the green.fields, the green trees, and the big fruit farms, vineyards, and hop yard, all around It; and I marvelled that these people living in a spot surrounded by the purest and beet gift of the Creator, could find space in their heart to wage such bitter war on each other and call it tvrvlng God." The shrill scream of a locomotive echoed around the bills, and a coll moke gave warning that the train was coming, and the boys came clattering up on the platform. One ragged urchin had a last year' blrd's-nest In bis hand and another a big bundle of flowers and brake. "Wfiat are you going to do with that. my boy?" said Father St. John to the one with the nest. "I've got a little sister at home, si who has never seen one in her life. I'm going to take it to her." "And, you, with that?" pointing to the bundle of flowers. "I'm taking 'em to my mother. She told me, once, she used to live in the country when she was a girl, so ihougnt maybe shed be glad to see some wild flowers again." The kind old gentleman threw meaning look at the priest as the train came dashing up, and he marshaled his crew Into the cars. The Gospel of Christ as He taugLt It without the embellishments of man thought Father St. John, as the trai bore him back to the city, and he thought of the archbishop's silver jubl lee of some six months ago. He saw again the architectural beauty of the cathedra) brought out by wreaths of flowers and festoons of green, and the altar blazing with tapers, and with tiny crimson lamps gleaming among the white lilies and shining bright on the gold and silver vessels. The music of the high pontifical mass. which had filled him with religious ecstasy, rang in his ears above the rumble of the train. The slow, thrill' ing cadence of the Miserere and the O Cor Amoris at the elevation. This scene had deeply Impressed the mind of the young priest, and he had thought it then a glorious tribute paid to God To-day it came back to him in the long rebound as a grand ovation to the haughty prelate in whose honor it was celebrated, and it came to him forcibly now that the sermon he had listened to that day was one long eulogy on the Archbishop, the Church and the priest hood, and their divine power and infal libllity. On that day he had been filled with great pride of heart that he was one of that holy, infallible body To-day he had the audacity to wonder if all that pomp of worship and that burning incense had ever reached higher than the gilded dome of the Cathedral. "We believe In the Gospel as Christ taught it," the old man had said. In the history of those Gospels the meek and lowly t-nrist nau never preached In robes of cloth of gold and silver, nor purple and fine linen; and Father St. John thought of the fifteen magnificent robes of office the wealthy apostle of to-day had been presented with, representing in their masses of priceless lace and silk, and gold t nd silver embroideries thousands of dol lars, and the Son of God had walked barefooted, and coarsely clad, doing the work alloted him to do on earth, and preaching the truth, in the green fields, on the heights of mountains, and beside the murmuring sea. What need had Ha for a gold erozier In His healing bands, and a jeweled m Iter on His noble, humble head; and at that solemn, sad last bupper, was the wine served in a golden vessel, and did this self-sacrific Iig Master and his ead, weary twelve drink their last wine together In gold and silver cups, that were worth a king's ransom? "Do ye this, ever in remembrance of me," said that sweet, sad voice that had brought the balm of Gilead to so many wounded hearts, when the pall of darkness that should be raised to give light to the world was about to fall on this devoted head. "The Gospel, with out the embellishments of man," screamed the engine,as the train dashtd into San Francisco; and as the priest left the station, he caught a glimpse of a tall man with a crowd of boys at his heels, vanishing around a corner. "I believe the world would be the better with more such crank?," he mur mured, as he, too, hurritd along. CHAPTER XXI. THE DEMON OF JEALOUSY. It was the eve of the Lenten season. Society was obliged to say au revoir for forty long days to the darling gods of fashion and revelry, but it had deter mined to have at last madly, merry, gorgeous frolic with them, and call it the Mardi Gras ball. FathertSt. John, his mind divided by the thoughts of the solemn duties and ceremonies of the church to be per formed by him during the coming Lenten season, and the ever-present image of Flora Hume, sought the air and freedom of the streets. He had not seen the girl for several days, and he did not mean to see her tonight; but, instinctively, he sought the direction of her home. As he neared the house, a coupe dashed up to the gate. Father St. John hastened his steps; he reached the gate just in time to see a youth, who looked like a Venetian gentleman out of tome old painting, alight and hasten into the house. Like a sudden chill, the thouget of the Mardl Gras ball came to the priest. Could Flora be going to the ball with that fanta tically arrayed youth? Impelled by hi unreasoning jealousy and lore, Father St. John hastened Into the bouse. In response to hi ring, Margaret, in black silk evening dress, came to the door. "Pardon," he said, "you hare gueU for the evening, I judge; am I intrud ing?" Before Margaret could reply, Flora, at the sound of hi voice, came into the hall. "You can never be an Intruder, Fa ther St. John; come In a e mom anW. We are going to the Mardi Uras ball, but it Isyetearly." The priest refused to be seated, say ing he would not think of detaining them. He spoke calmly, but in bis heart he felt an unreasoning sense of Injury, as he looked at the two young people before him. Flora, as a nymph of the sea, was dressed In rippling fold of satin and bright wares of green, flecked here and there with some gauzy white substance. Little bits of coral and pearl clung to her draieries and mingled with the gauze of her head dress. Under the gaze of the priest, she turned as pink as the band of coral that held her floating tresses back from her brow. "A sea nymph and a prince of the city in the water; he said pleasantly 'I wish you a merry time with the gay masquers at the carnival," and he took his leave with a smile on his lips, and despair and jealousy In his heart. Flora had bojn persuaded by some of her young acquaintances to attend the ball. Margaret, herself, had urged It, gladly sacrificing her quiet, home even ing to act as her chaperon. Flora, young as she was, was beginning to be known in the city as a promising artist, aside from the publicity she had gained by her sweet singing, and several so ciety ladies had expressed a wish to be the first to introduce her into fashion able society; but Margaret, while she encouraged an occasional scene of gay ety, deemed her too young for general society, and Flora herself had shrank from it. Once entered Into the spirit of it, she had looked forward with pleasure to the festivities of the Mardi Gras ball, but the unexpected appear ance of Father St. John just as she was about to mingle with them, robbed the gay scenes of the evening of half their luster. It was nearly nine o'clock, but the priest, more perturbed In mind by this last experience than when he had left his own home, sipnaled a pAssiig hack and ordered the driver to take blm to the Cliff bouse. Arriving there,he gave the man some silver, and telling him to find food and shelter for himself and horse, and to await him at the Cliff house, he plunged down the sandy bank to the sea shore, and Rung himself down on the sand under the shelter of some recks. The moon was at the full, and the tumultuous waves rol Ing glistening and angry on to the shore, and lashing and covering the grim rocks with foam, were In perfect accord witb the mood of the unhappy, young prii st; and, as he watched the vast writhing body before him, he said aloud: "Fret and roar as you will, your wild unrest, like mine, must ever beat back upon yourself." Then he took to thinking of Flora Hume as he had last seen her until his imagination could see her plainly stand- ng in her green rone, coral and pearl ecked, on the great rocks, laughing at the waters as they played around her; and as he looked at her, a Vene tian prince came and threw his arms round her and they whirled away in a mad dance. (To be Continued.) IN THE CLUTCH OF ROME," Is ubltshed In hook form, paper cover, and can e had bv sending 2T cents in cash to tlie Amekican 1'cbi.ishino Company. The Man Willi a Fishing Hod or a gun either, for that matter, will find plenty of use for it in the Big Horn Mountains, north and west of Sheridan, Wyo., on the Burlirgton Route's New Short Line to Montana and the Pacific Northwest. No section of the United States so well repays the hunter and fisher. Game Is plentiful in the mountains, and the streams fairly sworm with trout, whitefieh and pike. Just to illustrate things: In 1892, Mr. Richard Kimball, of Omaha, caught 5"8 trout in four days; his best record for a day was 2.T5 fith, all of them hooked in less than eight hours. And Mr. E. A. Whitney, president of the First National Bank, of Sheridan, has n his possession a trout which, when caught, weighed six pounds and nine ounces, and which was deemed worthy of exhibition at the World's Fair. Sheridan, the gateway to these happy hunting grounds" is only a ay's ride from Omaha, Lincoln, Kansas ity and St. Joseph; round trip tickets at very low rates are at all times on sale at Burlington Route ticket offices, and the extreme advisiability of this summer spending a fortnight in the Big Horns is respectfully urged upon every man who loves the excitement of the chase or the restful pleasure of the rod. J. Francis, general passenger and ticket aaent, Omaha, Neb., will cladlv furnish further information. Show cards, For Rentcards, Business cards, every kind of cards at the AMEB IAN PUBLISHIN G CO. Job Departm ent , lfllo Howard street, Omaha SUPERSTITIOUS RAILROADERS ! Which Are.at Hit I nm lailuMn and tlramvu. the iiuprlUon of sailor. flh erfolk and other we have all heard. but that such ditlnguitilng char acteristic should have attached itel t railway men doe not apix'ur to be generally known. It savor koiii. what of the anomalous that mch pre eminently practical ola of men tuoiild be the rictim of credulity ie gauling the uperinlui al; such, how ever In the rase. 1 recently had oeeaniou to Inter view a prominent railway ohVUl. and in the course of tlio conversation that ensued that gentleman Incident ally alluded to two collision whl had lately occurred In the neighbor hood, following up hi remarks with the announcement that the local men would Ih? in a Ktato of subdued ex citement and flurry" till a third mihu;i took place. Such I the uNitition of the railway iflati I'pon expressing considerable a ton isliment I was assured that this kind of tiling wag notorious among rail road men in general, and In this par ticular instance it was known that the circumstances of the two pre vious accidents were the chief topics among the worklnginon In all depart iiicnis. wno were aiso counting on the ponsittilitles of a third disaster. ( uriously enough, a touch of realism was lent to the information just imparted by the explanation that the second of the two collisions referred to was duo to tho driver of one of the engines, a rellablo servant. noted for his alertness and precision, wiiu an uonoraoie record or somo flirty years' service, who being, it was boliovod, so disturbed over the "omens" of the first occurrence and ho engrossed with what he felt would be two other catastrophes, that ho committed tho slight error of judg ment which caused his locomotive to crash into another coming In an op posite direction. The statement is given us tho conviction of ono who liiis spent upward of a quarter of a century among railway men of all classes, and who has Known mo ariver aiimieu to for a long period of years. So came about a second collision. Surely supersti tion could go no further than this, lint here is a truglo sequel a se quel which, unfortunately, will in all probability do much to strengthen tho reprehensible beliefs of those men. 1 wo days after the interview above montioned, within fifteen min utes' drive from the scene of the second collision, an express mall failed to take tho points, a portion of tho train with the tender of tho engine was violently thrown across tho raiis and ono poor stoker killed. J Ins is what the railway men will term the "third mishap." "There's the third," they say; and now por- haps they will breathe freely for a season. A (Jueer Kleetria Clock. T. F. Hudson, a convict In the Maryland penitentiary, has construct ed a real horological oddity In the shape of an electric clock. The dial Is a semicircle of whito marble with twelve mitrkod at each corner, the other numerals for tho hours being figured along the arc. It has one hour hand and two minute hands, the last two sot opposite to each other, and in such a manner that ono is seen at noon and tho other at midnight, and at no othor time. Tho seconds are marked on a dial that turns from right to left, while the pointer or second hand is stationary. Hudson is a born genius, and nearly every room in the prison is adorned with a specimen of his ingenuity. The Loyal Women's Appeal. Some two months ago tho Loyal Wo men of American Liberty heard of a young colored girl who had been be trayed by a Catholic priest, and was penniless and friendless. It had been intimated to htr that she was in danger of being put into a convent to destrcy the evidence, and the girl was fright ened, and hid hersell. We employed a gentleman to find her, and we now have the child and the mother in our care. The prlt st has been arrested and held for trial. The whole Catholic church and its money is defending the priest. We have a good ea?e and need funds to prosecute it. Christian patriots, come to our help, and send contributions at once to our national secretary. Mrs. Stella Archer. Pleasant to Take. The NORTHWESTERN LINE fat vcstibulcd Chicago train that glides east from the Union Depot every after noon at 5:45, and Into Chicago at 8:45 next mornirg, with supper and a la cate breakfast. Every part of this train is RIGHT. Other trains at 1I:0." a. m. 'and 4 p m. daily good, too. City TicketOftioe, 1401 Farnam street. What Can't He l ured must be endured. But before you make up your mind to endure what you think nothing can cure, give the waters of Hot Springs, S. D., a trial. And take the Burlington Route when you go If you want information about rates, trains, etc., write to J. Francis, city passenger and ticket agent, Burlington Route, Omaha, Neb. (heap Hates to Points on the Elkhorn April 23rd. Ono fare plus $2 00 for round trip. Minimum selling rate $7.00. Limit 20 days. Stop over on west bound trip. Ticket Office: 1401 Farnam street. Depot: 15th and Webster streets. FOR KENT CAKDH-llxH inches, at 75 rent per dozen: smaller sire at So cent per doteu, at 1015 Howard street, Omaha. JUKI A MONK. Tbrua Wba I waprd f rom the lletel Dleu, Montreal, Canada. Frith Ik frlopmeul. In the winter of 111 and 11' I the celebrated Chan. Chlnlquy, commonly called Father Chlnlquy, and now proW bly the most famou cx-prlest In the world a In Washington, I). C. Here he delivered a rourto of nineteen lec ture on Romanism. Ho was then In hlP2nd year, being now 1. ''.', he would be W year old. It fell to my lot to verve as hi assist ant and I wa with blm daily for about three weeks. Being one day alone with him in hi room, I asked whether he knew anything about the story of Maria Monk and her famou book, Awful Dl closures, Chlnlquy wa aliout 21 year old at the time of Mle Monk' escaiie, In 135; and I knew that he had been much In Montreal where the Hotel Dleu I situated. He replied that he did, and that one occasion, when he had become too ill to continue hi arduous laUir a a priest and "Apostle of Temperance," as he was often called, hi bishop sent him to that very hotel to take some needed rest, saying to him: "The sister will give you a room, and nurse you tenderly, and you will soon recover your usual health." While he was there a very old nun often came into his room to minister to hi' wants; and one day he asked her whether she knew any thing of the story of Maria Monk. She replied that she was well informed on that subject, and had read her hook, Awful Disclosures." "Well now, "says Chlnlquy "wore you here during the time when she claimes to have been here?" "Yes," she said, "I was here nd I knew her well." "Then," says he, "I wish you would tell me whether tho awful statements she has made of deeds done In this nunnery wore true.' Upon this question, the old nun was greatly agitated and begged to bo ex cused from answering; but on being pressed for an answer, consented, pro vided ho would promise never to reveal anything bIio said until after her death. He promised, and she then stated that Miss Monk's statements In that book were true; and says she, "I have seen worse thlngsidone here than anything that she has told." My attention was again turned to the Maria Monk affair, by seeing a little phamphlet recently published in Lon don, Enir., by a Catholic house., endeav oring to provo that Miss Monk's Aw ful Disclosures were a fraud. I read tho phampblct through; but it does not seom to me to disprove any part of her story. Besides, this statement of the Rev. Chlnlquy is a direct confirmation of the truth of Miss Monks story, new evldenco, which I have never before seen published. But I have just received, most un- exiiectedly, some very interesting and very reliable statements from unother source. While Friend Traynor, State Presi dent of the A. P. A., was In this city no ntly, he gave me the name of a Rev. gentleman now living In New YorkCity from whom valuable information con- rning Miss Monk might be obtained. I wrote to him, and received substanti ally tho following: That It was his mother, who first protected Miss Monk, when she arrived in that city after her cape from Montreal in the year 1835. He Bays: "It was extremely difficult to select a relugo with any promise of safety, as spies wt re akrt and numer ous, and danger of discovery was in- rea.sing." The name of this protectrix was Mrs. Sarae W. Rreves, famous for er beauty, breadth of mind, dauntless courage, and sublimity of character, combined with such lovable traits and womanly graces as commended her for this charge in a time of great peril Her love of justice, hatred of wrong nd unfaltering devotion to humanity icided the question, and watchman Hogan seized a favorable opportunity, and secretly hurried Maria Monk to Mrs. Reeve's residence where she and Mrs. Hogan welcomed her atmldnight. She was immediately secreted on the top floor, previously prepared for her, which she occupied for months, wherej when restored to health and strength, 6he wrote her famous book, Awful Dis closures." "The truths it contained Vere ter ribly emphasized by the subsequent xcitement, and flood of vituperation with malignant persecution, coupled with threats of assassination." "It is idle folly to attempt to discredit her book In the face of the venomous fury aroused, and the consternation hich forced the leading minds of the Roman Catholic church into the con troversy." Maria Monk at length tired of her captivity, and one day Incautiously ap proached a window, and was rccog- ized." That night a mob beseiged the house, demanding her immediate sur render." "They were dispersed, and another mob appeared the next day," The third day, Fifth street from Avenue D to Avenue C was filled by a frenzied mob of howling fanatics (Ro man Catholics), who threatened to raze the house to the ground, unless Miss Monk was surrendered at once. Mrs. Recvo preferred to tako chances rather than surrender. So the neighbors ral lied and guarded the house until Miss Monk was safely .conducted to other 1 quarter threw days later. Mr mother often repeated thl story, but had I received your Inquiry five weeks aooner, I amid hare given some tart ling detail," for hi mother died jiut fire week ago. "The word quoted are as I received them from the son of this heroic mother. If Mis Monti was not an cm-aped nun, why did the priesW stir, up Romish mob to recapture her? And If those convent are not place of lewdness and wickedness, why did Pope Innocent VIII. publish a bull demanding refor mation In monasteries and other relig ious place, and declare that "member of monasteries and other f religious house lead a lascivious and truly dis solute life." Why Is It that all escacd nuns tell the same story of those prisons? For my jiart, I should deem It truly wonderful that these escaped women should all agree so well, though wholly unknown o each othor, and living In widely different times and far remote from one another. 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