TALILtCE'SSEREOh
Dr. Tibun pMcktd the following
frose the text Luxe xxiv..
Tarry ye in the city of Jerusalem un
til i be endued with power from on
hick."
Per a few months, in the providence
rVJ T 1 a 1 nna
Rmoki anil th niW in New York
mad throe ch the kindness of the print-
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To all such hearers and readers I come
M ,..l maaM The time
r7X. . r,t movement
...-. .i i . j nrM have
nerir seen. Tn there is a need for
soch a religious movement is evident
from the fact that never since our
worla was swung out from the planets
has tliere been such an organized
miiH a(miiMyt offnrt tn overthrow
righteousness and make the Ten Com-
mandments obsolute and the "ole
Bible a derislen. Meanwhile alcbolism
Is taking down its victims by the hun
dreds of thousands and the political
parties get down on their knees, prac
tical! aavinr: 0 thou almiehtv lium
in-, wr Low down before tnee. out
us the city, state and national
TLst is one side of the conflict now
raging. On the other siae we nave me
most magnificent gospel machinery
hit the world ever saw or heaven ever
uvented. In the first place, in this
oiiatry more than 70,000 ministers of
eligion and, take them as a class, mere
jonsecraiea, nouer, more f"""
more self denying, more faithful men
never lived. I know them by the thous
ands. 1 have met them in every city.
I am told, not by them but by people
outside our profession, people engaged
in Christian and reformatory work,
that the clergy of America are at the
bead of all good enterprise and, who
ever else fan' they may be depended on.
The fruth of this is demonstrated by
the fact that when a minister of re
igion docs fall, it is so exceptional
,hat the newspapeas report it as some
thing startling, 'vbile a hundred men
in other callings ni y go down without
ihe matter being considered as especi
ally worth mentioning. In addition
c their euqipment and moral character
the clergy of this country have all that
the schools caa give. So much for the
Christian ministry of alt denomina
tions. In the tie', (.lace on our side of
the conflict we have the grandest
churches of all time and higher style
of membership, and more of them, and
and a host without number of splen
did men and women who are doing
their best to have this world purified,
elevated, gonpelized. But we all feel
that something is wanting. Enough
hearty songs have been sung and
enough earnest sermons preached
within the Uwl ix months to save all
the cities of America, and, saving the
citiesj you save li'e world, for they over
flow sal tbe land cither with their re
ligion or their infamy.
But look at some of the startling
facta. It is nearly 1,900 years since
Jesus Christ came by the way of Beth
lehem caravansary to save the world,
yet the most of the world has been no
more touched by this most stupendous
fact of all eternity than if on the first
Christmas night the beasts of the stall,
amid the bleating of their own young
had not heard tbe bleating of the
Lamb that was to be slain. Out of the
eighteen hundred million ot the human
race fourteen hundred are without God
sad without hope in the world, tbe
camel driver of Arabia, Mahomet, with
his nine wives, having half as many
desciples as our blessed Christ, and
mora people are worshiping chunks of
pejntbd wood and carved stone than
are worshiping the living and eternal
Goi.' Meanwhile, the most of us who
are engaged la Christian wor I sp:ak
for myself as well as others are toil
ing up to our full rapacity of body,
mind and soul, harnessed up to the last
buckle, not able to draw a pound more
than we are drawing, or lift an ounce
snore than we are lifting.
What is the matter? My text lets
eat tbe secret, We all need more of
the power from on high. Xot muscu
lar power, not logical power, not scien
tiikrpower, not social power, not brain
power, but power from on bigh. With
it t could accomplish more in one
wo$k than without it in a hundred years
A few men and women in each age
C the world have possessed it Caro
ttM Fry, the immortal Quakeress, had
it, and 100 of the depraved and suffer
ing of Newgate prison under her ex.
hortation repented and beLeved. Jona
than Edwards had it, and Northamp
ton meeting house heard the outburst
of religious emotion "as be spake of
righteousness and judgment to come,
gajaael Budgett, the Christian mer
it and bis benefactions
i world. John Xewton
had ft. Bishop LaUmerhad it Jsa
baaaQrahaaB bid it Andrew Fuller
had It The groat erangaiist, Daniel
Eaker and Dr. ItetUetoa and Truman
Csborn an Charles U. Finney had it
2a say boyhood 1 saw Tnunaa Oaborn
to preach in the Tillage church at
JssasvrtSX. J, and baton ho had
gjttss3tkJftxt or uttered a word
praka Cw Mfiawa sobbed aloud
gkfSwsj ajMttoa It was the
frrarfewiki. An in a greater
r'i Cm mc? km It Onos get
i.r-irjes ttaad before you,
' ;jl r? : (
1 -'i-77J poca
cw.l tfniM in t h hlCCOTT Of tl
church mm! the world has hi. power
from on high been demonstrated. In
rvvviw
the seventeenth century, after a gre"
season of moral depression this power
from on high came down up.n Joun
I Tillotson. an J Owen, and iiavei, aim
u ....n.,f.im ami there was a
ouw "u": i
deluge of mercy higher man i"- i
III! . ..... 1. 1 !,. mAMTlta'TtS OI Bill. 1 "
th eighteenth century, in England ana
America, religion was at a low wa.
i, Ai-iiii.m Cnwoer. writing 01
- i moi K.. " '
the clergy of those days, said
FxeftDt few with Ki- s.-rit bleat
Hi'phai aod Plan m.j dwcr.b tk. rt.
The innaei wriuiure "i '
ai-d Hobbes and Chubo had done their
wor But power from on nign came
UDOn 51, tne esieys ana uiuy ui-ui-
jngton on the other side the Atlantic,
ana upon William Tennant ana uuoen,
Tennant and David iiraiuerd On U11S
gid6 tne Atlantic, aud both hemis-
ni,pres felt the tread of a pardoniug
God- Coming to later date there may
be here and there in this audience an
aged man or woman who can remem
ber ew Vork in 1S31, when this
noncr from on biirh descended most
woudrously. It came upon pastors
and congregations and theaters and
commercial establishments. Chatham
Street theater, Xew York, was the
scene of a most tremendous religious
awakening. A committee of Christian
gentleman called upon the lessee of
the theater and said they would like to i
b tu leage of tbe theater
He said,
They re
what do you want it for?'
plied, "'for a church." For wh-a-a-t?":
said the owner. "For a church," was
the reply. The owner said- "X ou may
have it and 1 will give you 01,000 to
help you on with your work." Arthur
Tappan, a man mightily persecuted in
his time, but a man, as saw him in his
last days, as honest and pure and good
as any old Chatham theater as the
acto s were closing their morning re
hearsal and said: 'There will be,
preaching here tonight on this stage,"
aud then gave out and sang with such
people as were there, the old hymn:
The T0406 of frm pioa criei, Moap to t
moaatiin
For all that beliera Chrut, ha opaaed a foun
tain.
rue bar room of the theater was
turned into a praver room, and 800 per
sons were present at the first meeting,
For seventy successive nights religious
services were held in that theater, and
such scenes of mercy and salvation as
will be subjects of conversation and
congratulation among the ransomed in
glory as long as heaven lasts. But
come, to a later time 1857 remem
bered by many who are here. I re
memoer it especially as i naa just en
tered the office of the ministry. It was
a year of hard times. A great panic
had flung hundreds of thousands of
people penniless. .Starvation entered
habitations that had never before
known a want Domestic life, in
many cases, became a tragedy. Suicide
garroting, burglary, assass ination were
rampant What an awful day that
was when the banks went down. There
has been nothing like it in thirty years,
and I pray God there may not be any
iningiiice ii in tne next thirty cen
turies. Talk about your Black Fri
days! It was Black Saturday, Black
Sunday, Black Monday. Black Tues
day, as well as BlacS: Friday.
This nation in tits extremity fell help
less be lore the Lord and cried for par
don and peace, and upon ministers and
laymen the power from on high de-
sceuaea. engine nouses, waie rooms,
hotel parlors, museumi, factories from
12 to 1 o clock, while the operativ.es
were resting, were opened for prayers
and sermons, and inquiry rooms and
Burton's old theater on Chambers
street, where our ancestors used to as
semble to laugh at the comedies, and
all up and down the stn et i and out on
the docks and on the de k i of ships ly
ing at the wharf people sang "All hail
the power of Jesus' name," whilethers
cried for mercy. A great mass meet-
of Christians on a week day in Jayne's
hall, Philadelphia, telegraphed to Ful
ton street prayer meeting in New York
saying: '.'What hath God wrought?"
and a telegram went back, saying
"Two hundred ouls saved at our meet
ing today" A ship came through the
Narrows into our harbor, the captain
reportingj.hat himself and all the crew
had beenr converted to Gbd between
New Orleans and New York. In the
busiest marts of our busiest American
cities, where the . worshipers of Mam
mon had been counting their relden
leads, men began to calculito, "What
shall it profit a man if be gain the
whole world and lose his soul" The
waiters in restaurants after the dos
ing of their day's work knelt among
the tables where .they had served. Po
licemen asked consent of the commiss
ioner of police to be permitted to at
tend religious b.-eetings. At Albany
members of tbe New York 'legislature
assembled in the room of the court of
appeals at half past 8 o'clock In the
morning for prayer and praise. Printed
invitations were sent out to tbe ore-
men of New York saying: "Come
suits your convenience bast; whether
mnre or auxeus ureas, but comel
comer qmairymeirknelt among the
rocks. Fishermen knelt in their boats.
Weavers knelt aasong u looms. Sail.
mkneaaMsthhaaiaoeks. gehoot-
ItaattsMUisireiaoBaa. A
traTrffagsaJ4 thorn was
tl-,h.nf..ii irw Mltd fl 111111 .1.1
Holy Ghost, ther- have ham no gene.
awakening. I)." it n . seem to r.i
that we ought to h-j and may hart
j the scenes 01 power m i-i, eci.peeu
the scenes or power in in r ion cir-
-
cuinsunces are somewhat sin
While we have not had national panic'
and universal prostration as in 1857,
there has been a strinaency in th
money market ttut has put many ol
the families of the earth to their wits
end. Large commercial interests col
laiing have left multitudes of em
cloves without means of support. The
racked brains of business men have al
most or entirely given away. New
illustrations all over the land of the
fact that riches have not only feet on
which they walk slowly as they come,
but wings on which they speed when
they a-o. Eternal God! Thou knowest
how cramped, and severe and solemna
time it is with many. And, as the
business ruin of 1857 was followed by,
the glorious triumph of grace, let the
awful struggles of 18(X) be fallowed by
the halleluiahs of a nation saved in
1SS1.
Many of my hearers today are what
the world calls, and what I would call
splendid fellows, and they seem happy
enough and are jolly, and obliging, aud
if I were in trouble I would go to them
with as much confidence as 1 would to
my father, if he were yet alive. But
when they go to their rooms at night
when tbe excitements of social and
business life are off, they are not con-
tent, and they want something letter
than this world can offer. I under
stand them so well I would, without
fear of being thought rough, put my
right hand on their one shoulder, and
my left hand on their other shoulder
and push them into the kingdom of
God. But 1 cannot. Power from on
high, lay hold of them.
At the first communion after the
dedication of our former church, 328
souls stood up in the aifles and pub
licly espoused the cause of Christ. At
another time 400 souls; at another time
500, and our 5,400 membership were
but a sma 1 part of those sacred walls,
took upon themselves the vows of the
Christian. What turned them? What
saved them? l'ower from the level?
Xo. Power from on high.
The history of these unanswered
prayers for you God only knows. They
may have been offered in the solemn
birth hour. They may have been of
fered when you were down with scar
let fever or diphtheria, or membrane
ous croup. They may have been of
fered some night when you were sound
asleep in the trundle bed and your
mother came in to see if you were
rightly covered in the cold winter
night. They may have been offered at
that time which comes at least once in
almost every one's life when your
father and mother bad hard work to
make a living, and they feared want
would come to them and you. They
may have been offered when the lips
could no longer move and the eyes
were closed in the long sleep. O, un
answered prayers of father and mother
where are you? In what room of the
old homestead have tbey hidden ? O,
unanswered prayers, rise in a mist of
many tears into a cloud and then break
in a shower which shall soften the
heart of that man who is so hard he
cannot cry, or that woman who is
ashamed to pray. 0, arm chair of the
aged now empty and in the garret
among the rubbish, speak out. O, staff
of the pilgrim who hasended( his
weary journey, tell ofjthe parental ai
xieties that bent over thee. O, fa; 11
Bible, with story of births and dea As
rustle some of thy time worn leaves
and let as know of tbe wrinkled hands
that once turned thy psges and explain
that spot were a tear fell upon the pass,
age:"0, Absalom, my son. my son,
would God I had died for thee!"
Good and gracious God! What will
become of us, if, after having had such
a devout and raying parentaga, we
never pray for ourselves! We will
pray. We will begin now. Oh, for
the power from on high, power to move
this assembled power to save Brooklyn
and New York, power of evangelism
that shall sweep across this continent
like an ocean surge, power to girdle the
rnd earth with a red girdle dipped
in the blood of the cross. If this for
ward movement is to begin at all there
must be some place for it to begin, and
why not this place? And there" must
be some time for it to begin, and why
not this time? And so 1 sound for
your ears a rhythmic Invitation, which
until a few days age, never came under'
my eye, but it is so sweet, so sobbing!
with pathos, so triumphant with Joy
that who ever chimed it instead of be
ing anonymous, out to be Immortal
Work will soon begin at Fairbary oa
the now court hops, the architect bar
ing completed arrangements tor ship
pUg the stone for the foundation.
building ii to be of stone throughout
The bonds were sold at par value.
Fred PatUrsoar Rook Bluffs, Can
ocuty, was elected justice of the psaco
asMroadorerseer last tail. LaUr he
Lwjt apfomtsd school district tnanrer
kaadaowhio latest appoiatam mat
lO HiNllUwu wJi w--
added a line of pra er meetings fro
the Atlantic to the Pacific coast,
from the Lawrence to the Gulf
Mexico.
That was thi-y-three years ago, 1 1
though there have boen in variiM,
parts of the land many stirring of lb.
DERALTE CHAPERON.
They all thought he was a fool; M
then they often mate mistake like that
iCangaroos cant jump Lke women
when the women are jumping at con
elusions. You see, the trouble was
that Collis Beattie-oMe they called
him when they wanted to be funny
did not have much to say. He used ti
lie about the hotel veranda in a big
steamer chair and real novels. He
wore a yachting suit and cap and a
silk shirt He did not look a bit salt,
because the skiu of his face was as
white and as smooth as a baby's. " So
they laughed at him for wearing a
,-achting suit All the other fellows
ore them, because it was a yachting
xtrt upon the sound, and pretty much
Wery one went in for sailing, which
as about all there was to do at the
ilace. Coliie went sailing once or
wice when so tie generous fellow took
ity on him and invited him. Then
he women laughed at him more, and
u strange German called him Der Alte
haperou the Old Chaperon-b-fause
le always went down into the cabin,
tretchetl himself on a locker and fell
sleep. They said he was afraid the
pray would spoil his complexion.
tollie didn't seem to know that he
vas being laughed at If he did know
t he did not mind it. He never said
inything, but went on reading novels.
German novels, too; and he read them
u the original It was most exaspera
ing. What business had a man at a
;ay, active summer resort to wear nau
ical toggery, have a skin Like a queen's
aby and read German novels ? Once
tome one said to him:
"Come aud play a game of billiards."
"Thank you," he replied, ' it's a little
oo much for me you know."
He certainly was a fool and a lazy
jue, too. They tried him on several
.lungs, but he lay in the steamer chair
ind read German. And there were at
least six beautiful girls in the hotel.
And every one of them had been piqued
.nto trying to Interest him. But he
just staid in the steamer chair and
read German, or went te sleep in the
cabiu of the yacht.
He didn't get seasick. They remem
bered that after he was gone, as one of
his good qualities. They had him out
one day when it blew fresh and there
was a lively sea on, but he went to
sleep like a rocked infant. He certain
ly was the most torpid man that ever
lived.
"Never mind," said Mrs. Bisbee one
morning, "Miss Silver is coming here
next week. Perhaps she'll wake him
up."
"You don't mean Mattie Silvers, do
you?" exclaimed Gertie Greer.
"Yes. I do."
"Oh, dear!"
And Gertie's mouth went down at
the corners.
"What's the matter with Mattie Sil
vers?" inquired Ethel Brisket.
'Oh, nothing," answered Gertie, de
jectedly; "only I was at a place where
she was once."
"Well, what of it?" demanded Sybil
Vane, that tail, white girl, you remem
ber. "Well," sighed Gertie, "every man in
the house dropped right down at her
feet."
"Oh, my! is she so very wonderful?"
asked Ethel
"Oil, nothing much," replied Gertie;
"just the most beautiful woman I ever
saw, and with two little millions in her
own right."
There was a paintul silence and all
the young women looked glum. Gertie
was not a girl to be sneezed at, and she
1 1 -V w a .
useu ner mirror, iier dejection was
omninous. The girls gazed anxiously
at Mrs. Bisbee.
"I don't want to be disagreeable,'1
she said smoothly, "but I am afraid it's
true."
"What's her style?" asked SybiL
"Brown," replied Mrs. Bisbee, senten-
tiously.
"lirowur
"Yes; burnt sienna. Burnt sienna
hair and eyes, dusky pinksheeks.durkv
crimson lips, silk plush complexion
all cream aad coax and two millions
from her uncle," said Harole Beaver
who had just come up.
There was a general biting of lips.
"Haven't seen her for three van"
he continued, "and"
"Ah! Perhaps she has faded rv.
claimed EtheL
"The dusky brown don't fade much '
said Harold.
'No " said Mrs. Bisbee. "I aa w
in a box at the Metropolitan last win
ter, and she was radiant"
Why she doesn't belong in New
York," Sybil said
"No, Baltimore," responded Harold.
"Idontsee what she want to come
away up here for," grumblod Ethel
spitefully. "What,s the matter with
Chess peake bay?"
'Well she's cominr nt ir
said Mrs. Bisbee, moving away with
Harold. "1 had a letter from her mmh.
er today."
"I hope she'll like him - aM v.i,.i
looking scornfully t Collla in his
steamer chair.
-inai win not do an
an
ail swered Gertie; "the other men will
Koner.-
Weoom- said Sybil; Wis not
worth two millions, any of us."
Asi'wVftBotoratowsiuin.
rd Ethel, caressing a stray raven lock,
r . x Iliimnh1"
ajj cream suu cuu. - r-
-But she's a lovely girl," sighed Ger
tie; "or she wss two -haven't
met ber since then. I was at
Cape May. , You can't help liking
ber "
-Oh, yes, I cab, and I will," decided
Ethel as they rose to go down to tbe
water.
Thf dav before this paragon of heir
esses was expected ILL! I'srtridge in
vited a!l bauds to go sailing on bis
sloop. And then he got a.telegarm
which compelled him t j go to tne cuy
But he insisted on their going sailing
just the same. Jus sailing
would take them, and they couu in
vite Der Alte Champeron to go along
as his substitute. That maae uiriu
lauTh. But they got Collie out of H:s
steamer chair and took him alonj just
the same. Cf course, he went right
down in the cabin and preparel to go
to sleep.
"Bless my soul! exclaimed .Mrs. uis-
bee, "that's a little too bad. '1 he only
man in the party. 1 wouldn't stand it,
Man!" exclaimed EtheL ' laiiuiai
pudding faced gelatine a niaa! Lord
forgive us."
"Oh, I say, Ethel," remonstrated uer-
tie, "you ought not to talk like that"
Don't say 'ought to me. 1 m tireu
of doing what 1 ought to do."
Ethel was 26 and h r skin was grow
ing yellow under ber eyes.
"Go down into the cabin ana keep
Der Alte Chaperon awake, suggested
SybiL
"Do it yourself."
"Not such a bad idea." said Sybil,
slipping down the compauiouway.
Collie Beattie was not asleep yet.
He sat up and stared as the tall, white
girl came below.
"Awful good of you, you know," he
murmured.
"Oil, it's not so very gcod; but what
do you mean ?"
"I mean your coming down here to
keep me awake."
Sybil turned just a trifle piuk under
the ears. Had he been usteniug to
their conversation on dec ? It must
have edified him, she thought
I came dow n to keep myself awake,
she said hastily, and then added, incon
sistently, "Why don.t you go on deck
and enjoy the breeze ?"
"Because I can't enjoy the breeze,
he answered.
"It's too strong for you, I suppose,"
said Sybil, with a touch of scon-.
"Yes, much too strong."
"Makes you chilly."
"Yes, makes me chilly." T
"Might spoil your complexion."
"My what?"
"Your complexion."
"Didn't know I had any."
"You're as white and pink as a baby."
"That's true, but I don't think that's
much of a complexion for a man, you
know."
"Neither do T. I should think you'd
get a little sunburn on yon just from
shame."
Collie laughed. He seemed to be Im
mensely amused. He had a funny way
of being amused at things that didn't
amuse other people. It was jolly for
him, but it made the other people
angry.
"If you're goina: to laugh at my con
versation I'm goifcg back to the tbe
girls," exclaimed , Sybil, springing up
the steps.
Collie laughed some more. Then He
stretched himself on the cabin locker
and laughed again. Next he closed
his eyes and smiled. A minute later
he was sound asleep. All the women
came down and looked at him half an
hour later. He didn't seem much to
look at. He had deep lines under his
eyes when he slept, and a worn appear
ance. Yet they all looked at him and
despised him. He just slept on and
didn't mind It
"Valuable persons to have on a yacht
ing excursion, ; isn't he?" whispered
Ethel, with a genuine growl in ber
pretty voice. "If 1 had a thing like that
for a husband I'd bu I'd never have
one.
"Let's go on deck. I do believe it's
fallen dead calm," said Mrs. Bisbee.
m it naa. ine Clover s mast was
plumb perpendicular. So were her
mainsail and bar Jib. The water looked
like molasses. And it was seeming hot
The skipper said there was going to be
a sqiall, and sent the one sailor, a boy t
aiort to run tne topsail The skipper
was right. There was going to be a
squall. Big blue black clouds ware pil
ing up" in the -northwest Lightning
played around their lower edges. The
skipper said it would not be a bad
squall Tbe Clover would stand it
under jib and mataeaii. k came along
in a rew minutes. You could see it
strike the water over near the Con
necticut shore. It made the surface
six shades darker. The girls had their
rubber goods on, but the skipper said
woum not rain. However, they had
beard skippers say that before. The
squall came bounding over the sound.
Then, they never knew how it hap
pened, but the boom vara a torrlne
Jump right across fho yacht It alt the
skipper on the bead and knocked him
senseless. The next moment .ho was
halfway over the lea rail with seven
shrieking women pulling at him. The
yacht was pretty nearly on her hemm
ends and the tailor boy was paralysed.
. Jft!M2!-W P -t of
-Did some one scrsr f La asked.
-Oh, look at that useless thing'" cria
Ethel tugging at the lag of the skip,
per trousers.
Whereupon Coffle woke wp.
He brushed the women aside like at
many flies and pulled the skipper iut
the cockpit Then helot go the jib
sheet, and the yacht righted partly.
"Here, my lad," bo called to the boy,
"take the wheel." Tbe dot obeyed, and
Collie pulled off hie seat Than was a
red spot in each of his cheeks.
"What's be going to dor" inquired
Gertie, awestruck.
"Lord knows I'm glad to sea him le
inything," said EtheL
"Hard down upon your helm!" ex
claimed Der Alte Chaperon. "Mrs.
Bisb, you and Mirs Sybil please bold
the wheel there a minute. Mow, lad,
main sheet; In with it!"
Collie and the boy got the main boom
trimmed flat as tbe yacht came up into
the wind. The jib flapped madly.
"Bight your helm!" cried Collie.
The boy obeyed the order.
"Keep your head to it," waa the next
order.
Then Collie sprang forward and
s!acked the jib balvarda, unbent tbe
sheet, slid out on the bowsprit, which
was plunging into tbe young seaa like
a crazy porpoise, reefed the jib, cams
back, bent on tbe sheet and hoisted
away again, while the women huddled
in tbe cockpit like petrified mummies.
"Now let ber blow," said Collie as he
went aft, put on his coat and took the
wheel
"Get the captain below," said he to
the boy, "and give him a good horn of
brandy. He's coming to.
The boy dragged the skipper down
stairs, the women all foUowing in si
lence to see if they could do anything.
Sybil Vane asked tin boy when they
were below whether be badn t better
go up and sail the yacht
"Guess not," said the boy. "That
feller don't need no help. I can see
that without a telenscup."
The boy's judgment appeared to be
right It was blowing great guns. But
the Clover was riding like a canvaiback
duck. Collie looked very composed at
the wheel. The girl stared up the com
panionway at him. He seemed to be
enjoying it The captain recovered his
senses presently and hurried on deck.
Go below and lie down, captain.
said Collie; "your bead must be rattling
like a locker of shot in a gale."
The captain looked surprised.
"Who reefed the jib?" he asked.
"I did," said Collie, humoring her
neatly with the helm.
The captain watched him do it Then
he went below and stretched himself
on Collie's favorite locker.
"That man's the best ameteur sailor
I ever saw," he said.
The women looked atone another
end heaved long sighs of relief.
"That useless thing appears to Le
some good after ail," said Mrs. Bisbee
te EtheL
"Hum!" said EtheL
Collie sailed the Clover back to her
anchorage off the hotel after the squall.
Tbey atl went ashore and he immedi
ately retired to his room and was seen
no more until tbe next day. About
noon te was discovered In the steamer
chair with an unusually formidable
German novel They surrounded him
and began to thank him for bringing
them in safely. He didn't seem to pay
much attention to them. Just keep
listening for something down the road.
Presently tbe hotel stage came rattling
up from the station.
"Here she is," said Mrs. Bisbee, beck-
!nhig the girls. And tbey all deserted
their preserver to see tbe beautiful heir
ess. She was beautiful. Then was no
mistaking that The girls groaned in
wardly. She came airily up the steps,
hei brown eyes aflame with expects
tioiu She caught sight of Der Alte
Chaperon lying in his steamer chair
She ran right to him, threw both arms
about his neck and publicly kissed him
on the lips.
"Collie dear!" she said passionately.
"But, dear old fellow, you look real
done up, and I expected to find you so
much better."
Better? He must hare boen sick,
then, when be came down.
"Well, sweetheart," ho replied laugh
ing "X have been mending slowly but
surely till yesterday, when I had to do
a little woik aboard a boat and"
"Aboard a boat! Now, dear, yoo
know the doctor said you ware not to
exert yourself, and when you sail s
boat yon always"
"cut w got caught in a squall and
the captain well, perhaps these young
ladies will explain. Let ma Introduce
you all to my flancee."
And then the whole crew of tbesi
figuratively got right down on tbdr
knees and worshipped Der Alto Chap
eron. It isn't mnch of a story, is It? Bat
then it has a moral Two, maybe.
W. J. Peoderson in New York Timet.
A Kstssi lUKi
lira. ReJLar that siatar of Ars-onla,
Kan, is now admlaiatTing tbe affair
of that town for her emdal term.
is said to be a nerroas looking ati
timid little wosmul bvt It most be eoa-
stdered that besides attending to ktf
Ehlic and social duttea the has dost
hebeuoshcUworfctneisrfiaiwasV
lag. Ironing and neetlnr far a :ts?
of live, and taring the ft y
has lncreaesd her asi fxe.r
v m wing uim eyes.
sis.
