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. J 4, THI WOUkTION Or KNOUANO." I le kaebed; the daraaea rws 1W tebatfa awoa la toot in night) heath. tUta noW head, and throw His dead urat the fee of night. WWl nexted Una aad hazard stare. That antra and traiaa ta pnsrc th doa erouche la its lair, araataJcaa, waiu th coming doue. Ptai ahspaleos ahadowa pass like gbost; Along the trembling earth tbey fJ The dastaat tramp of marching boat ad hear the mothered Hash of steel; Till, reach in out for friendly band To guide them through the (loom, the; praaa To where one silent figur tud - Baree in loft; louaUue. The harl their taunt, their oath, their prayers. The aaari of freed, the growl of hate; Thar apit upoo the cloak sb wear Or graap lu bem to supplicst. Bat atill, aa though ehe heard them not, Her anxious eye are fixed afar Anaoag the cloud, on one pale spot Where faintly gleams a single star. By that same star she chose her path For every night In vanished years; Though screened by mists of doubt and wrath She aeea it still. s If through tears. Then, glancing at the fretful borde Who call her now to bend the knee. She lay her bsnd upon her sword And turns her eyes toward the sea. St. James Gazette. SIX TO ONE. "Six great strapping boy and never a girl among 'em?" ray old Martha Jray, with a look full of exclamation polnta and a half-smothered sigh of what tried to he reelcnatlon. For my own part I have no objection to boys. On the contrary, I rather like them. But I muat say I like them di lated, a family of unmitigated boys is, I think, with Martha Gray, rather form idable. "Must make a sight of work, ratty," j ays Martha's crouy. "Sight! Laws me, from morning till night lfs tops and kites and marbles a-rollin' around on the floor and a-trip-pln' of me op, and strings a-snarlln' and looking glasses a-breakin', with balls : and boxin' gloves and laws me, I'd rather hare the care of twenty girls than them six boys." "What on alrth, then, make you stay here? Why don't you go somewhere else? There's places enough would be glad to gt you, and we all know Mar tha Gray ain't beholdin' to nobody, neither." "Leave? Ieare Miss London with them ar six boys to her own destruc tion Ain't no more fit to take care on 'em than your Georgle." "No reason why you should slave yourself out for 'em. Why didn't she bring 'em up better?" "Lud a massy!" fired up old Martha, ' "what be you a-talkin' about, Nancy Smith? There ain't no better behaved family in the world, I don't care where they be. Miss London ain't never bad no health, and can't do for m, but she ma nsges 'em like waxwork. Th' ain't oae of 'em but what minds her Just as quick aa she speaks same as they do their father. And they're Just the most affectloneat creatures you ever see. And Mr. Fred has took the first salutry at ro liege and Dave expect to get the medal and th' ain't none but what's 'bright as a button. Sure, they's noisy and they's boisterous and sights of trouble, bat I should like to know what boys ain't that's wtrth the name of boys. I wouldn't have such white-livered things aa Miss Jameses boys, and I don't leave Miss London's till I'm turned out door neck and heels." i That Is the way good old Martha Gray stood up for her darlings. Now, it so happened that very nearly at the same moment a pleasant room In Mr. London's house was chattering full of these very boys that Martha was talking about I was going to call In the) parlor, but It was not the parlor It waa "ma's room." "Ma," being an invalid, sat the greater part of the time In her room, and, in cenneqnence. every body ebte sat In her room when any sit ting was going on. "Do you think girls are gooder than boys, pap?" asked Basil, seriously. "Softer and lighter than boys and easier to handle," atiswered papa, quite as seriously. "There ought to be one girl in a fam ily," interposed Fred, who, having Just taken a "salutery," was supposed to be capable of pronouncing a final de rision on any subject whatever. "All boy and no glrla is a bore." "I guess we've got a girl now," spoke tip young Roderic. "I guess mamma Is aa good as a girl." , "Now, ma, sny," said Pave, "don't job wish one of us was a girl T' "Which one could I spare, I wonder?" "Ob, well, Moore is 16. He'd be Just the right age for one," exclaimed Fred. "Catch me!" cried Moore. "Basil now might be a girl. He likes to sit in peo ple's laps and be babied. That's what girls like. We will make him up Into a Xlrl." "No. I won't be a girl," shouted Ba sil. "Hen Dumley's a girl." Basil had very limited views of wom anhood. Hen Dumley stood for the sex. He knew that he hated Hen Dumley, and he did not mean to be put Into any 4-lass to which she belonged. "Yes, you will be a girl," said Fred, who loved to teas him. "Ton wear el re sons now. and It will come all right." "Well, I ain't going to fee a girl, and I'm going to wear a jacket next spring, alat I. mar "If It doeeo't rain." "But don't you want to be a girl and hare a doll to play wltb and a beta to etM and aa yor T miner go a-eoartin'," mm Basil, gay laugh followed tola Alva atz afterward than ta Mrs. ear a talc of sorrow of shin wreck aad BvaTorlasj aa) death. Beauty and hoya aad Ufa weat down Into the angry water. Father and mother, brother aad friend and acquaintance th asm ed them not the wrathful, raveaova Bern. But one little human biaaauaa. one tiny, frail life, one 2-year-old gtrl baby, found her ark la tho iron of a broad-shouldered negro sailor, waa borao "through the Jawa of death" and smiled from bar blue eyea straight out Into th sunshine. Just aa happily aa if father and mother were not torn from her forever. It waa known that Mrs. London waa fond of little girla and had nana of bar own. Would she mother thla poor waif T The child's family waa not yet dtaoov ered, but great efforta war making. It was evident that ah waa geutl born, but month might clapae bafure she could be restored to friend. Mean while she ought to b tenderly cared for, and iu case her family should not be found It was desirable that ahe should be with those who would cherish her aa their own. She could not be given up to public charity. The pity which her sad fate excited waa too great for that Ho the little stranger waa laid In Mrs. London's lap, aad the father and the six boys came and look ed upon her. What did they see that stirred their hearts so, hushed their ringing voice into alienee and brought a dampnea to tbelr eye? Only a hy, sturdy face, half afraid, half repellent only little fat and dimpled arm only a baby girl, swept away from father's arms and mother's bosom swept up by a pitiless sea upon the bleak shores of a strange world, an orphan and alone. But when Mrs. London aald In a low voice, "Well, papa, what do you say?" Uoderie answered quickly: "I say, let's have her." "Is it a vote?" aaked papa. "She's too young to be of any use U me," suid Fred, appearing indifferent to glooa over th fact that he had been very nenr crying; "but lfs too bad to send her tossing around the world again. She'll be a good plaything. I'd keep her." "What says Basil? Will you hav your nose put out of Joint T" "She can't hurt my noae," said Baall. And by a unanlmoua verdict "she" was admitted to the family circle. "She" turned everything topay-tur- vier than It had ever been before. Very timid and tired at first, the tendemewe that waited on her footsteps soon sooth ed away her shynetsj, and she unfolded like a June rosebud. No queen was ever more loyally served, and it must be confessed that she repaid every ser vice with baby gratitude. he walked Into Fred's writing desk, threw hi pa pers all about the room and adored him. She set down her foot in the mid dle of Arthur's beet kite and crowed loudly to make him look up. She took a crayon and flashed streaks of black lightning In Koderic's just completed prtxe drawing and cooed lovingly In his ear. She pulled both wheels off Basil's tin wheelbarrow, and threw his soft ball into the coffee pot, and waa so sweet and cunning that tbey laughed at her mischief as If it was the nicest thing In the world to be done, and loved her with all their hearts. To these boys who bad never known a sis ter, this tiny girl's nature was a reve lation. They never thought of ta ndlng up for their rights against her en croachment They battled with eucli other famously and exacted the very utmost farthing, but he walked over all their necks and was not afraid. Old Martha softened to her niarvel ously, and those meddlesome fingers worked restlessly in among Martha's caps and collars as London fingers had never dared to do. Meanwhile the lit tle one had no name. "What do you suppose her name Is?" Basil asked a dor.en times a day. "How soon will we name her If we don't find eut her other name?" "And. mamma, if you don't find out anybody who owns her she'll be chris tened just ss we were, won't she?" "Yes, dear, we mean to have her." "And her name will be London some thingno, something I.ondon?" "Jnst so." "And she'll be our very own sister -just the same as If she was borned so?'' "Not exactly the same, but Just as dear, won't she? She will not be our own blood, but she will be onr own heart." But one day when the little girl had been with them about eight months there came a letter announcing that the search had been successful; that the child's grandfather had been found; that he was an English clergyman and had already started to visit America and bring the baby home. The news fell upon the ears of the London family like a thunderbolt. They had gradual ly grown Into thinking ber their own and shrank from giving her up. The letter had been delayed on its way, and the day after its reception the grand father arrived. There was a long con ference In the parlor, to which the chil dren were not admitted. They gather ed in the library, however, and com pensated themselves by abusing their guest. But when they were called Into the parlor and presented severally to Mr. Talbot their anger was turned away. Even their young eyes could see the lines which grief had traced on that thin face, and not only in the thin, worn, aged face, but In the bent and feeble frame, they saw the marks of sorrow the signs of a broken heart which touched them to the tendered pity and sympathy. They felt, but did not know now deeply they felt. The little girl, contrary to their expecta tion!,. waa not afraid, but sat quiet and trustful In her grandfather arm. Some blind mother Instinct controlled ber wayward little heart "Ho, the are my Barbara's broth er r he amid, with a pleaaant amlle. "We hope you will krt ber be," a a awered Moors, ha aaaiJ dla Una a saaja. "Too daat ntaea at take bar awe. nlraea, lrr ' Ataw, eagerly. "Not toHtfebt mr boy," aald hie father. "Mr. Taibet le Ul aad eaaeuet d from hie joexeay, so we will let that root and talk about It to-morrow." "But Juat tall me, papa," aald Baall, aoftly, "la that her naxus?" "Yea. Barbara Footletawaite Tal bot ia bar name." "There'e lota of It," whispered Dave. "And to-morrow we ihall know who'a going, to have her." "Yea, my child. Probably to-morrow Mr. Talbot will decide." But to-morrow brought the dertaton from a higher power than Mr. Talbot Hie health bad been feeble for year. Th anxiety of auepene which be had endured regarding th fat of hi only child. Barbara' father, had been toe much for him. Th newa of Barbara's rescue had aroused aad renewed him ouce mare, but It wa only for a mo ment, and In the night God cent hie angel. Delaying yet a little whll to the prayer of love, the aagei tood by him, clasping cloae In hi hand the hand of th weary wanderer, and little Barbara's happy face shone In hi longing eyea. In those last hours he made a final disposition of bla affairs, and the child waa consigned to the care of the new friends who loved ber so weU. "I have outlived my family," he ald. "There 1 no other to whom I wish to commit her. You win cherish her ten derly." But be needed no assurance. He had seen himself bow dear she had grown to them. It had been her father's wish that the seal of baptism should be set upon her brow by hla father's bsnds. It was decided that she should wear ber own name, but that the name of London should be Inserted. Th children bad gathered In the room where the old man lay bolatered up In bed. Mr. Lon don held the little girl In his anna, and In a few werd aaked for ber the hlee IngofGod. Then the dying man touch ed ber forehead with the water of bap tlsm and pronounced with a dear voice: "Barbara Postlethwalte London, I baptize thee In the nam of th Father and of the Son and the Holy Ghost Amen." Then the angel gently pre seed his hand and the two went away together through the gate of pearl Into the beautiful city. But Barbara stayed behind. Her pat tering feet made music srlll In the home that would be lonely withont her. No spring violet Is more lovely tban she. No June rose exhale sweeter fragrance than slve. All the summer birds slug In her Joyous voice, and when the summer Is gone and the win ter seals up the melody and cover away the lieauty she brings the per fume of flowers, the ripple of brooks and the hum of bee around the house hold hearth. lxndon Queen. CAUGHT HIS TRAIN HORSEBACK. A Hauaway Locomotive Had Many Bleep!; Paeaeaarer in Tew. Early on a recent morning the engineer and tlreuian of the Kanta F overland train, bound east, when nr Csjori pass, imagined they saw soinethinc n the truck right ahead. Thinking the train was about to Ite wrecked they both Jumped. The engineer was rsihr badly hurt, but when the fireman pick ed himself up out of the dust lie found that the engine had made kindling wood of a wagon to which two lior.e had !ecii attachi-d. Their driver hsd seen the headlight of the engine ai.d had Jumped in time to wave himself, and the animals themselves were crop ping the dried truss along the roadside, which showed that they had not Wn greatly disturlswl by the accident. But the train, with nobody at the en gine's throttle, was plunging away through the darkness, the passengers asleep In their ls?rths. utterly uncon scious that they were being drawn by a wild locomotive. The fireman, who had leen left be hind, thought he would try to overtake the flying train on foot. Then hej changed his mind and, Jumping sstride j one of the horses, be set int after the' runaway train. He knew It must stop! shortly, as It had to climb a very steep grade, and if the fire under the iKillers was not kept up the supply of steam would not furnish gtifhVient pressure to keep the wheels going around. The vagrant train did stop a mile and s: half from where the accident occurred, j There did not seem to be any reason for an interruption of the Journey Just at that point, and so the conductor and brakeman hurried ahead with their luntems to ssk the engineer what had given out. When they found the cab empty, of course the train hands were very much mystified. They asked each other a giKxl many questions, and w re engaged in looking up theories to accouut for the strange disappearance of the en gine crew, when the fireman come lop ing along on the horse he had borrowed. After explanation had been made, he turned his horse toward this city and brought the first tidings the railroad people had of the missing train. A hack was sent out to the scene with an other engineer, and as soon as steam was raised the overland went on over the hill through Cnjon pass. The same carriage brought the Injured engineer to the city. fan Francisco Kxamlner. The Farmer's Little Joke. "Hello." said Fanner Duddington. "eggs are goln' to le higher." "What makes you think so?" "I Jnst saw the hen flyin' up to mskf her nest In the hay mow."- Washington War. Wouldn't Boil Hla Hands. Man No, sir; I won't (Ire you a sin gle penny. I work for my money. Tramp Excuse me; I baren't any na for mooef that ta ecured by aoeaj mean. Detroit Free Trees. TALMAGF8 SERMON. TH PREACHER DISCOURSES ON CHRIST'S MISSION. Tea World's Oreat Kasaacl peter Were All at Lowly Birth-Th OflTeaeer'e Hope Tae Bra eon of For bears ace sal Foratveneaa Good WU1 to Mas. A Car let ma Carol. Ia his sermon Sunday Dr. Talmage choee the universal theme of the season the Christmsatide. The text selected wss, "Now wben Jesus was bom in Bethle hem." Matthew II., 1. At midnight from one of the galleries of the sky a cbaut broke. To aa ordi nary observer there was no reason for such a celestial demonstration. A poor man and wife travelers, Joseph and Mary by name had lodged in an out house of an onimportant village. The supreme hour of solemnity had passed, and upon the pallid forehead and cheek of Mary God had set the dignity, the grandeur, the tenderness, the everlasting and divine significance of motherhood. But such scenes had often occurred In Bethlehem, yet never before had a star been unfixed or bad a baton of light mar shaled over the hills winged orchestra. If there had been such brilliant and mighty recognition at an advent in th house of I'haraob, or at an advent in the house of Caesar, or the bouse of 1 laps burg, or the bouse of Stuart, we would not so much bave wondered, but a barn seems too poor a center for such a delicate and archangelic circumference. The stage seems too small for so great an act tb music too grand for such unappreciativ auditors, the window of the stable too rude to be serenaded by other worlds. It is my joy to tell you what was born that night In tbe village barn, and as 1 want to make my discourse accumulative and climacteric 1 begin iu the tirst flare by telling rou that that night In the Beth lehem manger wss born encouragement for 11 tbe poorly started. He had only two friends they bis parents. No satin lined cradle, no delicate attentions, but straw, and the cattle, and tbe coarse juke and tauter of the camel drivers. No wonder the mediaeval painters represent the oxen kneeling before the infant Jesus, for there were no men there nt that time to worship. From the depths of that poverty he rose until to-day be is honored in all Christendom and sits on tbe imperial throne in heaven. Misjbtest Name ia Christendom. What name is mightiest to-day in Chris tendom? Jesns. Who has more friends on earth than any other being? Jesus. Before whom do the most thousands kneel in chapel and cburrh and cathedral this hour? Jesus. From what depths of poverty to whut height of renown I And so let all those who are poorly started re meinber that they cannot be more poorly Isirn or more disadvantageous!; thau this Christ. Ict them look up to bis example while they have time and eternitv to imitate it. Do you know that the vast majority of the world's deliverers bad bamlike birth places? Luther, the emancipator of re ligion, born among tbe mines. 8lmk peare, the emancipator of literature, boru in an bumble home at Strntford-on-A von. Columbus, the discoverer of a world, born in poverty at Genoa. Hogarth, the dis coverer of bow to make art accumula tive and administrative of virtue, bom in a bumble home in Westmoreland. Kitto and 1'rideaux, whose keys unlocked new apartments in the Holy Kcriptures which had never been entered, born in want. Ye. I have to tell you that nine out of ten of tbe world's deliverers were born in want. I stir yonr holy ambitions to-day, and I want to tell you, although the whole world may be opposed to von, and Inside and outsirie of your occupations or pro fessions there may I those who would hinder your ascent, on your side and en listed in your behalf are tbe smypathetic heart and the almighty arm of ute who one Christmas nigbt about eighteen hun dred and ninety-five years ago was wrap ped in swaddling clothes and laid iu a manger. Oh. what magnifWitt encour agement for the poorly started. Kacritice for the World. Again, 1 have to tell jou that iu that village barn Unit night n lsrn good will to men, whether you call if kindness, or forlMitrtuice. or forgiveness, or genial ity, or affection, or love. It wns no sport of high heaven to semi its favorite to that humiliation. It wns sacrifice for a rebellious world. After the celatuity iu puradise, not only did (lie t l-egin to gore, and the adder to sting, unit the elepliHiit to unite with his tusk, ami the lion to put to bud use tooth rod pnw, but under (be very tree from wliict Un forbidden fruit wss pltuked were batch ed out wsr sud revenge and malice snd envy and jealousy and the whole brood of i katrii es. But against that scene I set the Itcil.W hem monger, vhich snys. "Bless rather than curse, ruJure rather than assault." and that Christmas night put out mi dieliveness. it says, "Sliest he your sword, disiiio-i.it your guns, dismantle jour batteries, turn tbe warship Constel lation, that came shot and shell, into a grain ship to take food to famishing Ireland, hsik jour cavalry horses to ilie plow, nse j our deadly guuHwdcr in blast ing r.nks and iu patriotic celebration, stop your law suits, guit writing anony mous letters, ettrm t tbe sting from jour sarcasm, let yonr wit coruscate but never hum, drop all the harsh words out of your vocabulary 'Good will to men.' " "(lb," you say, "1 can't exercise it. I won't exercise it until they aisdogiae. I won't forgive them until they ti k trie to forgive them." l'ou sre no Christian then 1 say you are no Christian, or jou are s very imioisihtent Christian. If jou for give not men their trespasses, how can ynn exs-ct your heavenly Father to for give you? Forgive them if they ask yonr forgiveness, anil forgive tbrin anyhow. Shake bands all around. "IJood will tu men." my Iinl .Jexiis. drop that spirit into all our hearts :iiis Christinas time; I tyll yon what the world wants inure llinn anj Ihing else more helping hands, more sympathetic hearts, more kind words that never die. more disposition to give other Mople s ride and to carry the hesvy end of the load and give other people tbe light end, snd to n scribe good motives instead of bad, and find our happiness iu unk ing others happy. Good Will to Men. I lilt of (but Bethlehem crib let the Is-sr and the lion ent straw like an oi. "Good will to men." Tlist principle will yet set tle all controversies, and under It lb world will keep on Improving ontll there will be only two antagonists la all tb earth, snd they will aide by aide take tb Jubilant slUgb ride Intimated by the atuphst when he at 14, "Hollneas shall be aa tbe bells of the aorsea." A gala. I remark that horn that CkrUt mas night ia th village barn waa sympa thetic union with other worlds. From that mpernsturaJ grouping of th elond banks over Bethlehem and from th ee pedal traina that ran dowa to th arena I Bud that our world 1 beautifully and glortooaly and magnificently surrounded. The meteors are with us, for one of tbem ran to point down to the birthplace. The heaven sre with ns, because at tbe thought of our redemption they roll bosan nss ont of th midnight sky. Ob, yea, I do not know bat our world may be better surrounded than we have sometime imagined, and wben child is born angels bring It, and when it die angel take it, and when an old man bends under the weight of year angels uphold him, aad when a heart break angels soothe it. Angels in the hospital te take care of th sick. Angel In the cemetery to watch our dead. Angels in the church ready to fly hesvenwsrd wltb the news of repentant souls. Angels above tbe world. Angel nnder the world. An gela all around th world. Hamaa 1 sn perfection. Rub the dust of human imperfection oat of your eye and look into tb heavens and see angels of pity, angels of mercy, angels of pardon, angels of help, sngels crowned, angels charioted. Th world defended by angels, girdled by angels, cohort ed by sngels clonds of angels. Hear David cry out, "The chariots of (rod are 20,0 si, even thousands of sn gels." But tbe mightiest angel stood not that night in tb cloud over Bethlehem; the mightiest angel that nigbt lay among tbe cattle the angel of the new covenant. As the clean white linen was being wrnicd s round tbe little form of that child emperor, not a cherub, jit a seraph, not an angel, not a world but wept and thrilled and shouted. Oh, yes, our world has plenty of sympathUers! Our world ia only s silver rung of a great ladder at the top of which is our Father's house. No more stellar solitariness for our world, no other friendless planets spun ont into space to freeie, but a world in the bosom of divine maternity, a star harnessed to a manger. Again, I remark that that night born in that village barn was the offender's hope. Rome eerrooniwr may sny I ouclit to have projected this thought at the le ginning of the sermon. Oh, no! I want ed you to rise toward it. I wanted you to examine tbe rarnelians and tbe jaspers and th crystals before I showed you th Kohlnoor the crown jewel of the age. Oh, that Jewel had a very poor setting! Th cub of bear is born amid the grand old pillars of th forest, the whelp of lion take Its first step from the jungle of luxuriant leaf and wild (lower, the kid of goat is born in cavern chandelierej with stalactite and pillared with stalag mite. Christ waa born in a bare barn. Cbrlat'a Mlealon. Yet that nativity waa the offender's hope. Over th door of heaven are writ-, ten these words, "None but the sinless may enter here." "Oh, horror," you say, "that shuts us all out." No. Christ came to tbe world in one door and he departed through another door. He came through the door of the manger, and be departed through the door of the scpulchcr, and his one business w as so to wash away our sin that after we are dead there will be do more sin abotif us than about the eternal God. I know that is putting it strongly, but that is what I understand by full re mission. All erased, all washed away, all scoured out, all gone. That undergird ling and overarching and irradiating and imparadising possibility for you, and for sie, and for the whole race that was given that Christmas nigbt. Do jou wonder we bring flowers to-day to celebrate such an event? Do yon won der that we take organ and youthful vole and queenly soloist to celebrate it? Do jou wonder that Itaphae) and II u hen a snd Titian end Giotto and Ghirlandajo, and all the old Italian and German paint ers gave the mightiest stroke of their genius to sketch the Madonna, Mary and he r lsy ? The Mer of Christmas. Oh! now 1 see what the manger was. Not so bigb the gilded and jeweled and embroidered cradle of the Henrys of England, or the Iuis of France, or the Fredericks of l'russia. Now I find out that that Bethlehem crib fed not so much the oxeu of the stall as the white horses of Apocalyptic vision. Now I find the swaddling clothes enlarging and emblaz oning into an imperial role for a con queror. Now 1 find that the atnr of tbut Christmas nigbt was only the diamonded sandal of bim who bath tbe moon under bis feet. Now I come to understand tliot tbe music of that nigbt was not a com pleted song, but only tbe stringing of the instruments for a great chorus of two worlds, the bass to be carried by earthly nations saved, and tbe soprano by king doms of glory won. i Ob, heaven, heaven, beaten! I shall meet you there. After all our imperfec tions are gone 1 shall meet you there. I look out to-day through tbe mists of years, through tbe fog that rises from the cold Jordan, through tbe wide open door of solid pearl to that reunion. I expect to see you there as certainly as I see you here. What a time we shall have in high converse, talking over the sins pardoii-d, and sorrows comforted, and battles tri umphant! Home of your children have already gone, and though people passing Along tbe street and seeing white crn)eon the door bell may have said, "It is only a child," yet when the broken-hearted father came to solicit my service be said, "Come around and comfort us, for we loved ber so much." reason of BrJoU tnu. What a Christmas morning it will innke when those with whom you used to keep the holidays are all around yon in heav en! Kilter-haired old father young again, and mother who bad so many aches and piii us ami decrepitudes well again, and all your brothers and sisters and tbe little ones. How glad tbey w ill he to see you! Tbey hove lwen waiting. The last time tbey saw your face it was covered with tears and distress, and pallid from long watching, and one of tbem 1 can Imag ine to-day. with one hand holding fast tbe shilling gate, and the other hand swung out toward you, saying: Kleer this way, father, steer straight for me. Here safe in heaven I am waiting for thee. Oh, those Bethlehem angels, w hen they went back after the concert that night over the hills, forgot to shut the doorl All the secret is out. No more us of t ry lug to bide from ns the glories to come. It s too 1st to shut th gat. It is blocked wld open with hoaaana march ing tbia way and hallelujah marching that way. Ia tb splendor of th antici pation I feel a if 1 waa driag not phy sically, for I aver waa avor well bat In th transport of the Ckrietauf traaang-uratien. What almost nnmaa at at the a that it is provided for sac ""r' mJ?, and I have been. If it had beea nrrat only for those who had alway laaeaj right, and spokeo right, and ft "fi you snd I would hav bad ao nraaj It, had no share In It You 1 T have stock to the rift la midoceaa ana s, the bip sail by carrying perfect 1 1 gers from a perfect hf on earth aej jierfect life In heaven. Bnt I hav BOBH the couimsnder of that ship la th eaeW great and glorious aDd sympathetic ) who hushed tbe tempest around lb tmm on Galilee, and I bave beard that all ua psaseugers on the ship are sinners save by grace. And so we bail tbe ship, and bears down thi way. and we com 7 sid of It and ask the captain two oaee tlons: "Who art tboo? And wheneer And he says, "1 m Captain of ,T,V2 and I am from th manger." Oh Chrietmas morning of my sonl's deligMI Chime all tbe bell. Merry CbrlsUnael Merry with tb thought of ins fonrirai merry with the Ides of sorrows comfort merry with the rapture to com. Oh, in that Cbriet from th manger nd lay haw down la all our bearul W mr Bet bring to him as costly a present a th Magi brought, but w bring to hi feet and to the manger to-day the frnbiuenee of onr Joy. tbe prostration of our worship. Down at bis feet, all churcbe. all agea, all earth, all heaven. Down at his feet, the four and twenty elder on their face. Down, the "great multitude that no man can number." Iown, Michael, the arch angel! Down, all worlda at hi feet ane worship. "Glory to God In tb highest, and on earth peace, good will to menf" NOT WHAT THEY SEEM. Thinga Wa Eat Are Often bnt Conaterfelta. It Is bard to tell Just what one eata In these daye. Th wonderful Inge nuity developed by mauufacturera unscrupulous ones, of course, and mon ey crazy In the adulteration of nenrjj all food products would keep the ar erage man who cares what be eata guessing as to the contents of the dlahee on his table. The recent Investigation of food adul teration by Commissioner Wells of tbe I miry and Food Department of Penn sylvania shows some startling facta Ko many articles are adulterated aa ta raise the question as to what la pure food. Among the many Impure things aokt are allspice, which often Is mainly com posed of ground and roasted coeoanut shells; baking powder; beef, wine, and Iron prepared as a tonic; butter, buck wheat flour, candy, catsup, elder, cheese, cinnamon, cloves the latter made almost entirely from ground co eoanut shells, the odor and taste of cloves Ixdng scarcely perceptible; eof ee, consisting chiefly of coffee screen ings or damaged coffee, but sold at a high price as a pure article; fresh "Java" made from wheat and barley hulls, roasted with sugar and contain ing no coffee; codfish not codfish at all merely cheap dried fish; cream of tar tar adulterated with flour; naxaeed adulterated with starch; fruit "but ters," such as apple butter, iiearh bat ter, etc., very seldom pure, being adul terated wltb starch waste and salicylic acid: the same Is true of grated pine apple; ginger, adulterated wltb ash, rtc hulls, rice flour, hud cayenne pepper; lard; maple simp, made from rommer clnl glucose, thinned with about 20 per cent of water; mixed spices, orange Juice, lemon oil, lemon phosphate, mo lasses, mustard, olive oil, pepper, ylne gar, vanilla extract, all kinds of pre serve, extract of straw berries, and tea. To add to tbe deception a few apple seeds are scattered through tbe so called Jams, or timothy or other seed are added to the mixture to represent rasplx-rry, strawberry, etc. The production of artificial colors is particularly common In confections. Indigo, tumeric, nnnatto, logwood, and cochineal are used In great qunntillcx. and are probably riot harmful; arsenic, copper, and lends are very deleterious, but are not now used aa In former times, lfore sanitary officials made sue h persistent at Micks on thein. Milk and milk product are often colored. Annatto Is very commonly used by dairymen to give a rich yellow odor. In Itself annntto Is probably harmless, but It produces deceptive re sults. A yneer Craft. Hermit Cnstick of MooHcbcad might l.ave ceti hnnged as a sorcerer In he l.etilgliled days of obi. He think noth ing of crossing the Ilscataiuls Hlver standing on a thirty-foot binding pole. Bcccntly as the steamer from Klnee ploughed down through the heavy sea the tieople on board were astotimted by a sight of a man In mid hike stand ing breast high In the heaving waters, with which be was battling In sheen ing pursuit of a small dog that sat la full view iilsive the surface a few feet abend of hlin. The steamer, changing her 111110, slowed down to pick up John CiiKiick, who was making the fourth mile of a voynge with an old tree root as his craft, and bis dog as pnssejiger. He stood uxm Hie larger end of the root, thereby lifting the other end above the water, and upon this upraised) tip the dog found a aafe. If not quite dry, footing. The sight of Cnele John and bis dog making tml lar trips is quite frequently h ported. -Iewlston Journal. Could Have Been Klcb. Koran Rothschild one day entered aa old curiosity shop lo bny some paint ings. The denier brought out bla rare old pictures, dusted tbem, and net them In the best light. "Look at thla Bem brandt; quite authentic, M. le Baron." "Authentic, yon nay? Toe have got there a Kapha! of the flrat atyle, which is a good deal more aethentlc'' "Oh! oh!" aald the dealer; "why, yM are a connoisseur, 11. I Baron." '? observed Rotharhlld, with a ahrk; if I had gone Into the old rarteaiiy bj neaa, I ahould hare a ferteae," A Oood lareetanewt. The aaaaal preit ef the gees Gal ta 111)000000.
