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The Sioux County Journal,
VOLUME VIII.
HARKISON, NEBRASKA, THURSDAY, JANUARY JO, 1890.
NU31BEK 19.
THE JAILER'S QUERY.
"SIR3, WHAT MUST I DO TO BE
SAVED?"
Her. Dr. Tslmaite on the Converted
rheriff-A yuetion of Incomparable.
Importance-The Cry of an Agitated
Chonl A Call to the Unconverted
Onr Weekly htrmon.
For the cloning discourse of the year
Rev. l)r. Taliuagu chose a subject which
appeal to the unconverted everywhere
viz.. "The Philippian Jailer." The text
selecti-d wan, "."mis, what must 1 do to bo
saved?" Acts ivi.,
Incarcerated iu a Philippian peniteu
tiary, a place cold and dura and dump
lid loathsome and hideous, uiiilluiuiiied
ave by the torch of the olliciul wl
eomes to see if they are alive yet, are two
ministers of Christ, their feet fuat in in
trumeiiu of torture, their shoulders drip
ping from the stroke of leuiheru thongs.
their mouthv hot with iiiniiiimiatlon of
thim t, their headi faint because they may
not lie dow n. In a comfortable room of
that name building and amid pleasant sur-
roandlnga ia a paid otiicer of the (joveru
oient wboee buaiueaa it la to snjierviae
the prison. It ia niicht. and all la atill In
the corridon of the dungeon save as
some murderer struggles with a horrid
dream, or a rutflan turna over in his
chains, or there ia the rough of a dying
consumptive amid the dampness, but sud
denly crash go the walla! The two chx
gymen pass out free. The Jail keeper,
although familiar with the darkness and
the horror hovering around the dungeon.
) startled beyond all bounda, and. Dam
beau In hand, he rushes through amid
the falling wulla, shouting at the top of
hla voice, "Hirs, what muat I do to be
saved?"
I itand now among thoae who are ask
ing the aame question with more or les
earnestness, and I accost you in this crisis
of your aoul with a message, from heaven.
There are those in this audience who
might be more skillful in argument than
am; there are those here who can div
Into deeper depths of science, or have
larger knowledge; there are In this audi
ence those before whom I would willing
ly bow aa the inferior to the superior,
hot I yield to no one In this assemblage
In desire to have all the people aaved
by the power of an omnipotent gospel.
The Freeing of Peal end ttllse.
1 shall proceed to characterize the ques
tion of the agitated jail keeper. And,
first, I characterize the question as cour
teous. Ha might have rushed in nnd
Mid: "Paul snd Hilas, yon vagabonds,
are yon leering down this prison ? Aren't
yes satisfied with disturbing the peace
f the city by your infamous doctrines?
A ad are yon now going to destroy public
property f Back with you to your places,
yea vagabonds!" He said no such thing.
The word of four letters, "sirs," equiva
lent to 'lords, ' recognised the majesty
and the honor of their mission. Hirs! If
a Ban with a captious spirit tries to find
the way to heaven he will miss It. If a
maa comes out and pronounces all Chris
tians as hypocrites, and the religion of
Jems Christ aa a fraud, and asks Irri
tating questions about the mysterious and
the inscrutable, saying, "Come, my wiae
an, explain this and explain that; If
this be true, how can that be true?" no
each man finds the way to heaven. The
question of the text was decent, eonrts
ena, gentlemanly, deferential. Sin!
Again, I characterise this question of
the agitated Jail keeper by saying that It
was a practical question. He did not ask
why God let sin come Into the world, be
did not ask how Christ could be God and
man ia the same person, he did not ask
the doctrine of the decrees explained or
want to know whom Cain married, or
what was the cause of the earthquake.
His preeent and everlasting welfare was
Involved in the question, and was not that
practical? But I know multitudes of
people who are bothering themselves
about the nonessentials of religion. What
weold yon think of a man who should,
while discussing the question of tbs light
and beat of the sun, spend his time down
in coal cellar when he might come out
and see the one and feel tbs other? Yet
there are anltitudea of men who, in dis
cussing the chemistry of the gospel, spend
their time down In the dungeon of their
unbelief when Ood all the while stsnds
telling them to come out Into the noonday
light and warmth of the sun of righteous
ness. The question for yon, my brother,
to discuss is not whether Calvin or Ar
mlnlos was right, not whether a handful
of water In holy baptism or a baptistry
is the better, net whether foreordinstion
and free agency can be harmonised. The
practical question for yon to discuss sad
for we to disease is, "Where will I spend
eternity T'
A Pereoaal Qaeettoa.
Again, I characterise this question of
the agitated jail keeper as one personal to
himself. I have no doubt be had many
fries a, and he was interested In their
welfare. I have no doubt he found that
there were persons in that prison who. If
the aarthquske had destroyed them,
weald have found tbelr case desprrsts.
Ha la not questioning about them. The
whole weight of his question tarns on ths
pronoaa "I." "What shall I do?" Of
coarse, whew a man becomes a Christian,
ha Immediately becomes anxious for ths
sslvatioa of other people, but until that
liolnt ia reached the moat Important ipies
lion Is about your own salvation. "What
is to be my destiay?" "What are my
prospects for ths future?" "Where am I
going?" "What shall I do?" Ths trouble
Is we shuffle the responsibility off upon
others. We prophesy had end to that
inebriate and terrific exposure to that de
faaJter and awful catastrophe to that
profilgate. Wa are" so busy la weighing
other people ws fsrget oarsalves to get la
in the scales. Wa ars so busy watching
Ik pear gardsss of ether people that we
let ear own dooryard ft to weeds. Wa
ars s basy esadlng oof other psopls Isto
too lifeboat ws stak la the wars. Wa
cry Tltof becaaae amr astgtksr's hoa
Is haralaa dewa aa4 aseaa la ba snlater
asted, sJdMtkgfh air wrm hoass is hi the
O waalsrtag themgtaa.
rko-dar. Bis eat tail satire as-
Mrea yoarostf. Tear ata, It It
I? Tsar death, la H prevtdad for?
four heaven, is It secured? A mightier
earihouiike than that which demolished
the I'liilippiiin penitentiary will rumble
about your ears. Ths foundations of the
earth will give way. The earth by one
tremor will tling all the American cities
Into the dust. Cathedrals and palaces
snd prisons which have stood for thou
sands of years will topple like a child's
block house. The surges of the sea will
submerge the land, and tho Atlantic and
l'acific Oceans above the Alps and the
Andes chip their hands. What then will
become of me? What then will become
of you? I do not wonder at the anxiety
of this man of my text, for he was not
only anxious about the fulling of the pris
on, but the falling of a world.
Oh, what a question what an Import
ant question! Is there any question that
compares with It in Importance? What Is
it now to NflHiHn III. whether he tri
umphed or surrendered ut Heilan. whether
he died at the Tuileries or ChiHclhiirHt
whether he was einjs-ror or exile' lie
cause he was laid out In the eotiin In the
dress of a lieid marshal did that give him
any better cliiiuce for the future than if
he had been laid out in a plain shroud?
What difference will it soon make to you
or to me whether In this world w e walked
or rode, whether we were liowed to or
maltreated, whether w were aiiiiliiud.-d
or hissed at, welcomed in or kicked out?
While laying hold of every moment of the
future aud burning in evpry splendor or
every grief nml overarching or under-
girding all time and nil eternity will be
the plain, startling, Infinite, stupendous
question of the text, "What must 1 do to
be aaved
The Phlllpplan Jailer.
Again, I characterize this question of
the agitated lull keeper as one crushed
out by his misfortunes, pressed out by his
misfortunes. The falling of the peniten
tiary, his occupation was gone. Besides
that the flight of a prisoner whs ordinari
ly the death of the Juiler. Ho was held
responsible. If all hud gone well; if the
prison walls hail not been shaken of the
earthquuke; If the prisoners had all staid
quiet in the stocks; if the morning sun
light had calmly dropped on tho jailer's
plilow, do you think lie would have hurled
this nil-hot question from his soul Into
tho ear of his apostolic prisoners? All.
no! You know us well as I do it was the
earthquake that roused him up. And it
Is trouble that starts a great many people
to asking the same question. It has been
so with a multitude of you. Your appar
el Is not as bright as It once was. Why
have you changed the garb? Do yon not
like aolferino and crimson and purple as
well as once ies, but you suy: "While
I was prospered and happy those colors
were accordant with my foellngs. Now
they would tie discord to my soul." Ami
so you have plaited up the shadows Into
your apparsl. The world Is a verr dif
ferent place from what is was once for
you! Once you said, "Oh. If 1 could only
have It quiet a Itttke jrhile!" It ll too
quiet. 1
Some people say that they would nit
bring bsck their departed friends from
heaven even If they had the opportunity,
but If you had the opportunity you would
bring bsck your loved ones, and soon
their feet would bo sounding la ths hall,
and soon their voices would be heard In
the fsmlly, and the old times wonld come
back just as the festal dsys of Christinas
and Thanksgiving days gone forever. Oh,
it Is the earthquake that startled you to
asking this question the earthquake of
domestic misfortune. Death is so cruol,
so devouring, so relentless, that when it
swallows up our loved ones ws must hare
some one to whom we can carry our torn
and bleeding hearts. We need a balsam
better than anything that ever exuded
from earthly tree to heal the pang of he
soul. It Is pleasant to hare our friends
gather around us and tell us how sorry
they sre snd try to break up the loneli
ness, but nothing but the hand of Jesus
Christ can take the bruised soul and
put It In his bosom, hushing it with the
lullaby of heaven. O brother! O sister!
The gravestone will never be lifted from
your heart until Christ lifts It. Wss It
not the loss of your friends, or the perse
cution of your enemies, or ths overthrow
of your worldly estate was It not an
earthquake that stsrted yon out to ask
this stupendous question of my text ?
How to Oct an Answer.
But I remark again, I characterize this
question of the agitated jail keeper as
hasty, urgent and immediate. He put ll
on the run. By the light of his torch as
he goes to look for the apostles behold his
fare, see ths startled look and see the
earnestness. No one can doubt by that
look that the man la in earnest. He muat
have that question answered before ths
earth stops rocking, or perhsps he will
never have it answered at all. Is thst
the way, my brother, ray sister, you are
putting this question? Is it on the run?
Is it hasty? Is it urgent? Is It Imme
diate? If It is not, It will not be answer
ad. That Is the only kind of question
that la answered. It Is ths urgent snd the
Immediate question of the gospel Christ
answers. A great many are asking this
question, but they drawl it out, and there
Is-indlffereucs iu their manner ss if thev
do not mesn It. .Mske It an urgent ques
tion, ana men you will bare It answered
before an hour passes. When a man
with ail the earnestness of bis soul cries
oat for Ood, he finds him, snd finds him
right sway.
Ob, sre there sot Iu this house to-duv
those who are postponing until ths last
hour of living lbs attending to ths things
of tbs soul? I give it as nty opinion that
ninety nine out or tne aundrsd deathbed
repentances smonnt to nothing. Of all
the scores of persons mentioned aa dying
in ths Bible, of how many do yon read
that they successfully repented ia he
last boor? Of AO? No. Of 40? No. Of
SO? No. Of 20? No. Of 10? No
Of B? No. Of 1-only 1, barely 1. as If
to demonstrate ths fact thst there Is a
bare possibility of repenting In the Isst
hour. Rat thst la Improbable, awfully
Improbable, terrifically Improbable. One
hundred to one against tha man. If,
my brother, my sister, you have aver tees
man try to repent la ths loot hour, you
have area soatsthlog very sad. I do got
know anytklag on earth ss sad aa to see
a maa try to repent oa a doathbed. There
la not from tha ssesaeat that Ufa bsgiaa
to breaths la Isfsner U tho last gaap
sera an aafavorable, completely aa favor
able, hoar for rapes tales as the death
hoar, tho last hoar. TVm tre tho tee
ters standing wtth tho ssedMoeo, There
is the lawyer Branding with the half
w ritten will. There is the family in con
sternation as to what is to become of
them. All the bells of eternity ringing
the sonl out of the body. All the past
rising before 'ns nnd all the future. Oh,
that man Is en infinite fool who procras
tinates to the deathbed his repentance!
Twelve Upon Gstea. '
My text does not answer the question.
It only usks it, with deep and Import a
nnte earnestness asks it, ami, according
to the rules of sermouuiug, you would
say, "Adjourn that to some other time,"
Uut I dure not. What aro the rules of
sermonizing to me w hen 1 am after hoiiIs?
What other time could I have, w hen per
lm Jt this is the only time? This uiiulit
bo my lust time for preaching. This
might be jour last time for hearing.
After my friend iu l'hiladelphia died
his children gave his church .Bible to me,
and I rend it; looked over it with muHi
interest. I saw in the murgin written iu
lead pencil, "Mr. Taliiiuge said this morn
lug that the must useless thing in all
(iod's universe is that any sinner should
perish." 1 did not remember saying It,
but it is true, and I say it uow, whether
I said it then or not. The most mules
thing In nil (Jod's universe is that any
sinner should perish. Twelve gates wid
open. Have you not heurd how Christ
bore our sorrows and how sympathetic
ho ia with all our woes? Have you not
heurd how that with all the sorrows of
the heart and all the agonies of hell upon
him he cried: "Father, forgive them.
They know not what they do?" By his
feet blistered of the mountain way, by his
back whipped until the skin me off,
by his death couch of four spikes, two
for the hands and two for the feut, by
his sepulcher, in which for the first time
for thirty-three years the cruel world lot
him alone, and by the heavens from which
he now bends In compassion, offering par
don and peace and life eternal to all your
aouls, I beg of you put down your ull at
his feet.
Condemned to Death.
hi the troubled times of Scotland Wr
John Cochrane was condemned to death
by the king. The death warrant was on
tho way. Mir John Cochrane was bid
ding farewell to his daughter (irlzel at
the prison door. He said: "Farewell,
my darling child. I must die." His
daughter said, "No, father, you shall not
die." Bui," he said, "the king Is against
me, and the law is after me, and the dosth
wurrunl is on its way, and I must die.
Do not deceive yourself, my dear child."
Tho daughter said, "Father, yon shall
not die," as she left the prison gato. At
night, on the moors of Scotland, a dis
guised wayfarer stood waiting for the
horseman carrying ths mailbags contain
ing the death warrant The disguised
wayfarer, as ths horse came br. clutched
the bridle and shouted to the rider to tho
man who carried the mailbags, "s
Tnonnt!" He felt for bis arms and was
about to shoot, but the wayfarer Jerked
him from his saddle, and he fell flat.
The wayfarer picked ud the mallban. nut
them on his shoulder and vanished In ths
darkness, and fourteen days were thus
gained for the prisoner's life, during
which ths father confessor was pleading
ror tne pardon of sir John Cochrane.
The second time the death warrant Is
on Its way. The disguised wayfarer comes
along and asks for a little bread rjid a
little wine, starts on across the moors,
and they say: "Poor man. to have to go
out on such a stormy night. It Is dark,
and you will lose yourself on the moors."
"Oh, no," he says, "I will not!" He
trudged on and stopped amid the brambles
and waited for the horseman to come
carrying the mailbags containing ths
death warrant of Bir John Cochrane.
The mail carrier spurred on his steed,
for he was fearful because of what had
occurred on the former journey, spurred
on his steed, when suddenly through ths
storm and through the darkness there
was a flash of firearms, and ths horse
became unmanageable, and as the umil
carrier discharged bis pistol in response
the horse flung him, snd the disguised
wayfarer put his foot on ths breast of
the overthrown rider and said, "Hurren
der now!" Tho msll carrier surrendered
his arms, and the disguised wayfarer put
upon his shoulders the mailbags, leaped
upon ths horse snd sped sway Into the
darkness, gaining fourteen more days for
the poor prisoner, Hir John Cochrane,
and before the fourteen days had expired
pardon had come from the king. Ths
door of the prison swung open, sod 8lr
John Cochrane was free. One day when
he was standing smld his friends, they
congratulating him. ths disguised way
farer appeared at the gate, and he said.
"Admit him right away."
Pardon from the Throne.
The disguised wsyfsrer came in and
said: "Here are two letters. Bead them,
air, snd csst them Into the lire." Mir
John Cochrane read thetu. They were
his two death wsrrants. and he threw
them into the tire. Then ssid Sir John
Cochrane: "To shorn sm I indebted?
Who is this poor wayfarer that asved try
life? Who is ll?" And the ws.vfsre'r
pulled aside snd pulled off the jerkin and
cloak and the hat, and, lo, it was dried,
the daughter of Wr John 'ochrane. "(Iru
clous heaven," he cried, "my child, my
savior, my own Crixel!" But a more
thrilling story. The drain warrant had
corne forth from the King of hesveu ami
earth. The drstli warrant read, "Tha
soul that slnneth. il shall die." Tbs
death warrant coming on the black horse
of eternal night. Wr must die. Ws must
die. But hressting the storm and put
ting out through the darkness was a dis
guised wayfarer who gripped by tbe bri
dle the oncoming doom and filing it back
and pat his wounded and bleeding foot
on tbe overthrown rider. Meanwhile
pardon flashed from the throne, and, Co
free! Open the gate! Blrtks off ihs
chain 1 (Jo free! And to-day ysmr liber
ated sonl stands in the presence of tbe dis
guised wayfarer, and ss ho pulls off the
dlsgnlse nf his earthly hamtliatioa, and
tho disguise of his thorns, and ths d le
gates of ths seamless robe, you find ha Is
bono of your boas, flee of year tosh,
yoar Brother, your Christ, your pejdoa,
year sternal life. Iet all earth and boar
oa break forth In vociferation. Victory
throtgh onr Iiord J seas Christ!
A goflty, weak and helpless worm,
Oa tky kind arm I fatl.
Bo ttsM my strength aad rtooaMosa,
zfy loans aad my all
GOWNS AND GOWNING
WOMEN GIVE MUCH ATTENTION
TO WHAT THEY WEAR.
Brief Glances at Fancies Feminine,
Frivolous, Mayhap, and Yet Offered
in the Hope that the Heading Prove
Bestfnl to Wearied Womankind.
Gossip from Gar Gotham.
New l'ork correspondence:
KUTTLK t h e
work of fashion
makers as best
they can, the crit
ics of our brand
new yetir will find
themselves weak
In one respect
They cannot In
n-asou find fault
with all of the
current rules of
women's dress,
and whatever the
captious fault
finder pick out as
the target for her
volleys of wrath,
there's pretty sure to be some dainty
and fashionable alternative that will
present itself at once. For, mark you,
the fashions' cixle of 1896 says. If you
don't like it this way, then have It
that. There's no end to the possibili
ties. There's not only no excuse for
not looking; your best there Is never
that but there's not the slightest need
of being In the smallest degree un
fashionable at the same time. Begin at
the top; you may wear your balr In
whatever manner It looks best Pass
down to your dresses, and you may
choose from a half-dozen centuries for
M.MM or cut, but bbiobtlt trimmed
their key-notes. If you look well In a
sumptuous rig, you may dress like a
queen aud wear real diamond crowns
on your head, as the leaders of our so
cial upper crust do at the opera; or, If
you look more charming In a simplicity
get-up, yon may be unconventional and
yet stylish, and as demure as ever was
a Puritan Dorothy.
In the later role you may put your
self Into a dresden figured dainty silk,
full at the waist with the bodice all cov
ered by the folds of a voluminous fichu,
and the sleeves quaintly off the shoul
der and puffed at the elbow; In the first
role, you may wear court trains, Jew
elled crowns, real gold embroidery, and
goodness knows what all. You may
spend all the money your husband has
and all be can borrow that's a possi
bility with every new year and yet
with good taste to guide uot overdress.
In ths pictures tbe more simple
dresses come first, the first two being
suggestive of tailor styles, till knowl
edge of their materials and construc
tion proves them to be otherwise. The
first of these wan found In dark-green
cloth, Ita skirt trimmed with blaa folds
that extended upward at tlie left side
after going all around near the hem.
Your critic will quickly espy the but
tons on this nearly perpendicular end,
ami will stoutly Insist that there's
Tata OTtaaitiiT taut i.tiaaas.
neither use nor oenao la them, but any
osm who la qualified Ut niUclao dreea
natters knows that bnttooa may go
My where, for m bettor laaaua thaa
girt ffiTo far otUi;ony'a ht oa
back side in front, so here's no fault
At back and front this bodice termin
ated at the waist 6ut its sides formed
tabs that were draped in cascades at
one edge and finished with bias folds
and buttons at the other. Just above
the waist the bodice was cut away iu
front to show a white silk vest and
from this to the neck there was a lwx
pleat of the silk decorated with but
tons, and pieces of the same material
Were set Into the nleeve cuffs.
Dark blue doth was the fubric of the
second pictured drewi, blue and gold
galloon beinj; very freely used for trim
ming. With Its Jacket bodice whs worn
a blue silk blouse front finished with
CLOTH, FVn AND LACE COMBINED.
belt and collar lo match, the Jacket hav
ing revers and turned down collar of
dark blue velvet edged with the gal
loon. Its seams were strapped with
the galloon, and a border ran around
the hem. Then the sleeves had a row
around the cuffs a few Inches from the
wrists, and Its employment on the skirt
was an Indicated. Blue shot silk was
used for the Jacket's lining.
Months and months ago women were
expressing wonder on the slowness
with which the overskirt refused to
give up Ita attempt at general accept
ance, and since then this style's per
sistency has become an old story. Even
now It la occasionally seen on new
dresses and Is then found In good com
pany and la usually worn by some very
careful dresaer. It la the apron form
that is presented here, cut from green
cloth, the aklrt proper having a band
of aable about Its hem. This bodice
fastens at the aide and baa a deep
pleated yoke and a plain corselet part
The garniture consists of a aeries of
straps of white ribbon with Dresden
figures, ending In Jet fringe. A fur
band topa the stock collar.
While there is less of glitter In the
next dress that the artist preaenta than
In the last one described, there la, nev
ertheless, a great degree of richness.
Made of smooth, satln-flnlshed cloth,
Its skirt Is cut away, as shown, from
SI.ASHBD FOB OBK A MENTAL PURPOSES,
n wide band of fur, two jot stars orna
menting each of the tabs at the aide.
Alternate bands of fur and cloth make
the bodice, the latter being covered
with lace. At the bottom there Is a
tiny basque, and at the top a yoke and
rn edict collar of fur. Black aatln gives
the belt, the sleeves being of the cloth.
Whatever fur la choaen for the dress
trimming should be matched In the
muff, and should lie used, freely or
sparingly, aa Is preferred, upon the
hat.
A less exHHislve method than this
of attaining a suggestion of the petti
coat modes la depicted In the final Il
lustration. Here the material la dark
brown cloth, finely striped with lighter
brown, and the two alaahes are strap
ped with brown silk cord and buttona,
and are filled with tiny dark brown
velvet panels. Tbla la repeated In
slightly modified form upon tho sleeves,
while on tbe bodice tbe alaahes abow
rslret tneertiona without tbo cording.
Tbe collar Is of brown velvet covered
with rich cream guipure, and Is aquars
In back, but In front there Is a tab that
extends to tbo waist. It la In ona with
tho collar, which la finished with a
chiffon rucblng.
Copyright, laSS.
Bat "bodies" bars been made of cork.
of willow, of palmetto, an4 may otbor
Mbataaeaa.
OTg0B
Mr. W. P. Howella' forthcoming bot
el is to be entitled "The Landlord of
the Lion's Head." It Is a story of
American summer hotel life.
"Taquisara" is th e title of F. Marion
Crawford's new story, a dramatic pic
ture of Italian life and character. The
story will run serially in the London
Queen.
A new edition of Robert Louis Ste
venson's little lxok, 'The Child's Gar
den of Verses," is to be issued, Illus
trated by Charles Hobiuson, a young
English artist.
The new edition of Byron's works
is to be issued In ten handsome vol
umes. The -addition to the poems of
the letters of Myron was an excellent
idea on the part of the editor, W. E.
Jlenley.
A timely book published is "The City
of the 8ultans; or, Constantinople, tho
Sentinel pf the Bosphorus," by Clara
Erekine Clement, who contributed "The
Queen of the Adriatic" and "Naples"
to the Italian Citiea Series.
Edwin Lester Arnold, the son of Sir
Edwin Arnold, publishes "The Btory
of Ulla, Etc." This is not Mr. Ar
nold's first essay in fiction; his 'Thra
the Phoenician" was a success a year
or so ago, and he has written other
stories.
"The Poor in the Great Cities'" brings
together the best experience in dealing
with the problems of the poor. The
authors contributing to the volume are
Walter Besaut, Oscar Craig, W. T. EI
sing, Joseph Klrkland, J. W. Mario, J.
A. Kiis, E. K. Spearman, Willard rr
sons, W. J. Tucker and Robert A.
Woods. The work will be illustrated,
and will contain an appendix on tene
ment house building by Ernest Flagg.
The new "Cyclopedia of Architecture
In Italy, Greece, and the Levant," is aa
elaborate and exhaustive work. There
aro twelve full-page plates and over
two hundred and fifty text Uluatra
Uona, also a glossary and a carefully
oditod bibliography. Tho work will bo
Issued in a handsome quarto, decorated
parchment binding, uniform with tbe
Cyclopedia of Painters and Painting"
and "Cyclopedia of Mnaic and Musi
cians," the edition limited to five hun
dred copiea for America and England.
Badger Dog for Hla Pet.
At tbe foot of the middle butte of tbo
Iwoet Grass Hills In Montana Uvea a
minor named Byron Banner. Ho la
practically a recluse, seldom associat
ing with any neighbors, or even talk
ing to them. He worka hla claim alt
alone, and no one knows whether ho is
rich or poor.
Like most recluses, he baa his pet, but
Banner's pet is so uncommon, oven un
natural, that it deserves to be put oa
record. This pet, saya tbo Dupuysr
Acantha, Is a badger-dog. The animal
la small, and baa the foot and lega of
a badger, while tbe body resembles a
dog.
Its claws have to lie trimmed every
few months, aa they grow out of all
proportion to the foot. When It walks
it has the peculiar waddle of a badger.
Ita bark is somewhat similar to that of
tbo lapdog. It will bite aavagely wbea
teaaed, but la otherwise iorfectly do
cile. A cross between a wolf or coyote and
a dog Is not uncommon, nor It is so
much of a freak, since they belong to
tbo same family. But a cross between
different families, as the dog and bad
ger, Is something for naturalists and
evolutionists to think about.
Without Reptile.
One hundred frogs taken from tbo
nsaraboa near BorHn have been import
ed Into Iceland, wfeere these animals
aro unknown. Certain portions of tho
kfaznd are Infested by swarms of gnats
aad flies, and these frogs were Import
ed to do away wtth the plague. Tbo In
habitants near Lake Myvatn (meaning
Mosquito water) must wear wire nets
over the face and bands to protect
tbetTaselvea from tho painful stings of
tbo gnats. A Danksh physician, Dr.
Enters, was the first to propose tho
Importation of frogs, aince reptiles
wore absolutely unknown In Iceland.
Tbo entire batrachkan colony waa set
free near a warm aprtng lo tbo en
virons of Reykjavik, Where after tho
long confinement of tho sea voyage
they disappeared, quacking happily. It
was Interesting to not bow tbs native
ducks drew away from tbo novel In
truders, being evidently frightened at
tbe unwonted apparition of a Jumping
animal that could sw4m.
Not Worthy a Wife.
The ni Using brMosjroom la getting
aumeroua. Tbo latest one's absence
from the wadding coromony Is said to
have boon duo to bio sxeoaslvs baabful
aaaa. A maa wtw at too msiest to at
tend hla owa wedding doooa't doaorvo
a wife, aad bo kon't likely to got one -Boston
Horald.
A so eats Baoots la lOootviotiy.
Haaa Ispka twig Aawrtsa la far
hat 4 of aay etkac soantry ha the aoe
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