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A Pair of BEFORE bicycling became a craze with women there had never been even so much as the shadow of a quarrel between Mr. and Mrs. Cran ston. But after Mrs. Cranston Imught a bicycle and learned to ride well there was a disagreement which came very near breaking up a happy home. They had been married three years, and they had often said that their married life had been one long honeymoon. Tom had yielded so readily to all of his wife's whims that she had uncon sciously gained an opinion that her word was to him like the laws of the Medes and the Persians. But this idea was all knocked to pieces when one morning as they sat at breakfast Mrs. Cranston said "Tom, I'm going to order my dress maker to make a suit of bloomers for rue to-day. I do so much bicycling now that skirts are too heavy for me." "Whatl" shouted Tom, dropping his spoon In the oatmeal and spattering milk all over his necktie, looking at her as though she hail announced that she was going to commit suicide. Mrs. Cranston also dropped her spoon and looked in surprise at her husband. "I said," she repeated, "that I was go ing to get a bloomer suit. What strikes youas particularly strange about that?" "What strikes me as particularly Ptrange?" he repeated, with a wild look lu his eyes. "Io you think for one In stant that I will allow. my wife to race around town looking like a lithograph of a variety entertainment? Not much." "But, Tom," said Louise, in a tone that had never failed to persuade her husband that she was right and that he was wrong. "I don't see why I can't have blopmers. Mrs. Kynaston and Mrs. Bent ley and Mrs. Jennings all wear them and their husbands don't Object, so why should you?" "Itmakesnodifference why I should." said Tom, doggedly. "I don't intend to have my friends on the exchange coming to me and saying Tom, I see your wife's wearing bloomers.' Not if I know it." "But, Tom,' she began, "I " ' "Oil, don't talk any more nonsense, Louise," he broke in. "I am sick of it. You sha'n't wear bloomers, so that set tles it" And Mr. Cranston, whose ap retite had ts-en entirely taken away by his wife's announcement, got up from j the table and started for the door. "Good-by." he called from the hnlL and then the door slammed, and Louise sat at the breakfast table wondering how It was that she had never Ix-fore known that her husband had a will of his own. She had told all of her friends, only the day before, that she would be wear ing bloomers within a week, and when they had suggested that her husband might object she had said "What! Tom object? Why, he never objects to anything." And now Tom had absolutely refused to allow her to wear them, with a fac ial expression which showed that he would not stop short of the divorce court:? to prevent it. Finally she arose from the table and went to her room. She had an idea which she thought, if prope iy .amid out, vo.ild giin Tom's consent to the wearing of bloomers. She wrote a hurried note to her dressmaker ordering a bloomer t;uit of a pattern iriileh she h.nd already selected, and then donned her old bicycle suit to pay a call on Mrs. Kynaston, who had a husband that did not object to blooru- She told her troubles to the vivacious Mrs. Kynaston, who was not sparing in her sympathy for the poor friend who had a narrow-minded husband who ob jected to a convenient bicycle dress. "Why, how foolish of him," she said. " don't !elieve the poor man has ever seen a proper bicycling costume. I'll tell yon what we'll do. We'll all go bicycling this afternoon, and come back by your house at just the time your hus band gets home, and he will see what a bloomer suit looks like.'1 And so the bicycle party was arrang ed, and when Thomas Cranston arrived at his house that evening he saw Ave women riding in front of the house and four of them were In full bloomer cos tume. The fifth, who wore skirts, was Ids wife. He was hot so badly shocked as he thought lie would be, and he wished that he had not been so decided In tils refusal of his wife's request, but he made up his tmnd that it would be un manly to yield after his remarks of the morning, and so with a liow to his wife and her companions he went Indoors and began to dress for dinner. That night louise again broached the t (subject of bloomers, but her husband si lenced her by saying: "Now, see here, Louise, don't sneak to jue about bloomers again. You may go Ja for women's rights If you like, and yru may wear standing collars and snr-u's waistcoats, but you shall not 1 wear trousers, even If bicycling does Justify K In your eyes." j "Trotiaers!" cried Lionise, Indignantly. "Who said anything about trousers? t was talking about bloomers." "I know yon were," said Mr. Cran ttfa,' rud jMH don't talk about them ; act wsttv Vm tired of It, and I won't raeatwued again." 11 tvtxt morning when Mr. Cranston ft tlscott to start for his offlc Ma Vf '-"-" I fa USaamtft Bloomers. "Tom, I'll promise you nerer to men tion bloomers again, but if you ever change your uiind about them please tell me, for I'm really very anxious to wear them." The smile which for twenty-four hours had !een alssent from Tom Cran ston's face came again, and he kissed his wife. "That's a dear good girl, Ixmise," he said. "I hated to refuse your . equcst, but really I don't like the idea of your wearing those things. And now if there is anything else you want me to do for you just name It, and I'll do It." He went away, but returned In a mo ment and called out "Oh, Louise, I'm going to a dinner at the club to-night, and I want you to have my dress suit handy when I come home. triKsl-by." "Now, then," said Louise, as she went upstairs, "I'll see If I can't make Mr. Tom change his opinion about bloom ers. That promise of his was the very thing I wanted." The hour longed for by txrth came at last. Tom entered the house anil rushed to his room to put on his dress suit "Oh, Tom!" Ixiulse called while he was dressing, "come down here; I want vou to redeem your promise of this morning and do me a favor." "All right."' he called; "I'll be down In a minute and I'll keep my promise. He found his wife sitting on the floor with a dress pattern In front of her and dress goods scattered all around. "Well, what's all this?" he asked. "Are you making a rag carpet? What is It you want me to do for you? If It's to clean up all this mess here I shall re fuse, for 1 have some work to do next week. "No." she said, laughing. "I don't want you to clean up the mess and I'm not making a rag carpet. I'm making a bicycle dress, which I must have early to-morrow morning, and I want you to let me drape the skirt on you so that it will hang all right" 'But, Louise," he objected, "I've got to go out to that dinner at 8 o'clock and it's now nearly 7. 1 won't have time. "I can't let It go, for I must have It to-morrow morning." she Insisted. "You've promised to do what 1 asked, and now when I want you to do a little thing like this you refuse, and I think it's real mean." Mrs. Cranston stood up holding a pat tern in one hand and an unfinished dress In the other, and looked as though she were about to burst Into tears. "Oh, come now, Louise," he said, I in patiently. "Can't you sie that your re quest Is trivial and unreasonable and I must go to that dinner?" The tears that had seemingly lieen held back with such an effort now lie- came risible and rolled down her cheeks. "I think it's mean," she sobls-d. "You promised to do anything I wanted you to. and now you won't keep your word I've cut up my other dress and the bi cycle party is, of Just as much import ance as your old 'dinner." Mr. Cranston looked grave. He did not want to lose that dinner and he didn't want to break his promise, "How long will this fitting business last?" he questioned, after several mo incuts' silence, broken only by the sob bin? of his wife. "About half an hour," she replied. brightening up a little. "Well, then, hurry up," said Crans ton, throwing off his coat and standing erect. "Bring the thing here. And so the gown was put on Mr. Cranston, and Ixiulse dropped on one knee and began pinning the draperies in a hurfied manner. "You see, Tom," she said, as she tuck ed up the first fold and surveyed it with a critical eye, "this is of the great est lmMrtanee to me and I know you will helj) me out." "Cm," was the only answer her hus band made. He was looking straight at the clock and wondering how It was that the minute hand was moving so fast. He thought that the clock must be out of order. He pulled out his watch an saw that the minute band there moved with the same railroad siieed, and it was 7:30 o'clock. "Are you sny where near through?" he asked, impatiently. She shook her head and turned her attention to the dress. Tom fumed as he noticed that It was now 7Mo. "Have you any Idea how soon you will lie through?" he asked, with ' forced calmness. "Not the slightest," she replied, In voice that was either mntlled by pins or li'.iiglitor. Tom couldn't tell which, for f!k was stooping anil stmljliig the hem of the dress. At that moment the door opened and Mr. Kjnaston. the husband of Mrs, Cranston's bloomer-wen ring friend, threw oiien the door and stood ga.lng In open-mouthed astonishment. "Why, Toin," lie said, when lie re covered himself. "I thought you were going to call for me If you left down town first? Yon know you told me so, and said If I got ready first I was to come here and walk right In. Are you going to the dinner?" This will be all over the exchange to-morrow," groaned Tom, Inwardly. "Yes, I'm going to the dinner If toulae ever gets through with this miserable skirt," be sdded, (Hood "Oh, nonsense, why don't she wear bloomers? Corn on. We are late al ready," said bis friend. Louise," whispered Cranston, "If you'll call my promise off you may have bloomers or anything else you want." "Oh, you dear, pood ly," cried Louise, with well-feigned surprise, "(jo to your dluner. Now hurry or you'll be late." Then Tom, after kissing her good-by, rushed off to the club. Ixuise put on her Isinnet and went to Mrs. Kyuastoti's bonne. Katie," she cried, as her friend wel comed her at the door, "I'm to have bloomers." And then she told the story of the manner In which her husband had been Induced to change his mind. And she said In conclusion: "I bought the bloomers yesterday, and I'll wear (hem to-morrow." 'You really cried, did you?" asked , Mrs. Kynaston. "Well, Loutsle, if you went In for woman suffrage we would have It In twenty-four hours. Talk wmcn we mny wain to a p.nace; uiai n al-out men's executive ability! Why. I " defendant may low Ins case in a cir believe you could make your husband ! ft court and appeal it ami have it go up wear bloomers himself." New YorK Evening Sun. Horn ' Last Written Words. 'In July, 17ii, the protracted Ill ness from which Burns liad lieen suf fering became so acute that he was ad vised to go to the seaside as a last re sort," writes Arthur Warren, apropos of the approaching centenary of Hole ert Burns' death, in the Ladies' Home Journal. "He went off to Brow on Solway Firth. All his thoughts at this time were of Ids wife, whose condi tion was such as to warrant his fears. His anxiety for her Increasing, he has tened back to Dumfries. He was so weak on reaching home that he could hardly stand. Barely able to hold a pen he wrote a note of apjM-al, begging his wife's mother, who was estranged from her daughter, to come on to Dum fries, as Jean was In urgent need of her care. They were the last words he ever wrote. "I.et us not forget that the expiring ffort of the falling genius was im pelled by tender anxiety for his loving wife. In his dying hours he is-ggod her, If his mind should wander, to touch him and thus recall him to him self. It was as he wished. The touch of his Jean was the hist sensation which Kols-rt Burns carried with him to eternity. He died on the twenty first of July, 17lx, in the thirty-eighth year of his age. On the day of his burial his son, Maxwell, was Isirn. The little fellow lived less than three yea rs. 'The Scottish admiration for Burns was so great that his widow and chil dren Uhn-e sons and two daughters) were not suffered to know want. A subscription of six thousand dollars was immediately raised for them. Four years later, that is to say, in 1Hin, Cur- rie's well-known edition of the wet's works appeared. This realized seven thousand dollars more for the family. These sums made a snug fortune In thus., days. Duly Invested, the amount yielded an income for the modest though comfortable maintenance of Jean and her children. Jean Bums survived her husband thirty-eight yea rs." Knew Lawyers' Ways. The sudden manner in which the team that was coming down the road halted was enough to show that the driver was surprised at something. He tiok his broad-brimmed straw hat off and waved It at a man who was work ing in a Held, at the same time calling at the top of his voice: S-a-a-y t-h-e-r-e!" 'Wltflt do yon want?" nsked the man who was working, as he came and lean ed over the fence, without letting go of the linen over his team. "Didn't ye hear 'Ixmt it?" "'Bout what?" "It's goin' on." "What's goin' on?" "Ijind sakisl There's a man fur yo. Ye'll be sayln next yer uncle didn't die an' leave a will that mentions you ter have u hull lot o' money, if the other fellers don't succeed In breakin' it." " 'Course I knowed that." "An' the case come up fur trial this moruin'." , "I knowed that, too." "Then why wasn't ye up to the court house takin' an Interest into it, same ez the rest on 'em did?" "Wal. ye see this here's a busy sea son with me. If I hedn't nothln' else fer do, I wouldn't mind droppln' In an' hearlu' 'em argy back an' forth. But I d mi no's I care much which o' the lawyers gits the money." Detroit Free Tress. . . A Novel Idea. To keep babies from crying an in genious device has been resorted to in India. The moment a child Is-glns to cry lis mother places her hand over Its mouth and nips its nose, so that It cannot breathe. Then It Is allowed to breathe freely again, but should It make use of the oportunlty to again set up a howl, it Is at once suppressed In the same way. This 1 repeated till the baby imagines that the painful stoppage of the breath Is caused by Us own effort to scream, and so Is careful to keep quiet. The First of Many. The first white child bom on 1'nlted Plates soil was the grand daughter of While, the (Governor of Roanoke Isl and. She -was christened by the name of Virginia Dare, and her birthday wss Aug. IS, l.i87. No woman's Italr Is as long hanging down her back as It looks to bo In the wad on top of her bead. rt a wise man hare good luck a few rn and h will do aa foolish things la anehnds AS THE TREE FALLS. NO MATTER IN WHAT DIRECTION, THERE IT SHALL LIE. Ict. Dr. Taltnage Preaches An fcurn rat Sermon, Warning the Impenitent Againat Waiting for the Next World Before Correcting the Errore of Thia. Talmage'a Bonday Talk. Dr. Taliuage in hi sermon discusses a question thnt every body sometime ui russe. It i one of tremendous import, j Shall we bare another chance? The text U Keciesiastes 11., 3, "If the tree fail to ward the south or toward the north, n the place where the tree fallcUi there it .ball be." There U a hovering hope in the minds of a vast mnttitude or jieopie mar mere win I be an opportunity in the next world of cor- recting the mistake of this; that however j complete a shipwreck we may make of 'our earthly life it will be on a beach up to the supreme court or court of chancery and all the costs thrown over on the oth er imrty, so a man may lose his case in this world, but In the higher Jurisdiction of eternity have the decision of the earth ly case si-t aside, all the cost remitted and the defendant be triumphant forever. A Kasclrm Hope. The object of my sermon is to show you that common sense declares w ith the text that such an expectation is chimerical. "If the tree fall toward the south or to ward the north, in the place where the tree falleth there it shall lie." There an? those who say that if the impenitent and unforgiven man enters the next world and sees the disaster, as n result of that disaster he will turn, the distress the cause of his reformation, hut we have lo, UM instances all around atiout us of peo ple who him done wrong and disaster suddenly came ttism them. Did the .dis aster heal them? No; they went on. There is a man flung of dissipations. The doctor says to him, "Now, my friend. if you don't stop drinking and don t stop this fast life you are living you will die. The patient thanks the physician for his warn iug and gels better. He begins to sit up, begins to walk around the room, be gins to go to business, and takes the same round of grogshops where he got his morning dram, and his evening dram, and the drams between. Down again. Siime doctor. Same physical anguish. Sune medical warning. But now the sickness is more prntrairted, the liver more ohsli nate, the stomach more irritable, the di gestive organs more rcls-lliotis. But still, under medical skill, he gets ls-rter, gc forth,' com tn its the same sacrilege against his physical health. Sometimes he wkes up to see what he is doing, and he realises he is destroying his family, and that his life is a perpetual isTjury against his mar riage vows, and that Unit broken ticnrtcd woman Is so different from the roseate wife lie married that her old schoolmates do not recognize Iwr on the street, and that his sou are going out in life under the taunt ( a father's drunkenness, and that his daughters are guing out in life under tbo scarification of a disreputable ancestry. His nerves are all a-j;ingV, From crown of liend to sole of foot he is one aching, rasping, crucifying, iliiniiiing torture. Where is he? He is in lie'.l on earth. Docs it stop him? All. no. After awhile delirium tremens MMirs out Upon his pillow a whole jitK-'ic of hissing reptiles. iis screams horrify the neighbor as he dashes out M bill crying. "Take tJiese tilings off nie He is drinking down tnp comfort of his j family, the education of his children, j t!eir prospects for ibis life and perhaps their prospects for the life to come. Tale , mid convnU-scent he sits up. Thysician says to liitn: "Now, my good fellow, I am going to have a plain talk with you. If you ever have an attack of this kind : T'iin, yon will die. I can't save you, mid all the doctors in creation can't sav yon." The patient gets up. wtnrts out, goes the Mime round of dissipation and is down again, but this time medicine do nut touch his case. Consultations of physi cians say there is no Iihh Deitth ends tin scene. That process of inebriation and physical suffering ami medical warn ing and dissolution is taking place with in a stone's throw of where you sit and 'n every iieighhorhoitd of Christendom. Tain ibs's not reform. Suffering does not euro. What is true in regard to one sin is true in regard to all sins, and yet men are ex pecting in the next life there will lie op- (Hirttimty for .purgatorial regeneration. Take up the printed reports of the pris ons of the I'liiled States and find that the vast majority of the criminals were there before, some for two times, three times, four times, six timm; punished again and again, but they go right on. Millions of incidents and Instances working the oth er way, and yet mei think that in the next world punishment will work out for tlietn nalvahle effects. Why. you nnd I cannot imagine any worse torture from another world than we have seen men in In this world, nnd without any salutary conse quences. The Last Chance. Furthermore, the prisus-ct ot reforma tion in another world is mure improbable, than here. Do yoii net realize the fact that a man starts in this world with the innocence of infancy? In the orber case, starting in the irther world, h.- starts with the accumulated Iwd habits of s lifetime. Is it not to lie expected that you could build a ls-tter ship out of new timber than out of an old hulk that has Wn ground up in the breakers? If starting with com para live iimoceney the man does not be come godly, is it possible that starting : with sin a scrairti can lie evoluled? is there not more proiect that a sculptor , will make a finer statue out of a block of tmre white Parian marble than out of a black rock that has been cracked siel twisted and stilit and warred with the storm of a half century? Could you not write a last v-lll and testament, or write I a deed, or write an important document 'on a mire while sheet of pais-r easier than you could write it uixn s sheet scribbled all over witb Infamy snd blot ted snd turn from top to bottom? And 1 yet there arc those who are so uncommon sensicnl as to believe thnt though a man starts in this world with Infancy snd Its innocence snd turns out badly, In the next world he can start with s dead failure snd turn out well "But," sy some people, "we ought .to have siiothcr chance hi the next world liecause our life here Is so very brief. We scarcely bare room to turn around be- tween the cradle snd the grave, the wood the one almost striking sgslnst the marble of the oeher. ongtit to bars another chance because of the brevity of thia life." My friends, do you know what n utile the ancient deluge a necessity? It was the longevity of tie antedeluviaa. Tbey were worse In rhe second century than in the first, snd worse when they git 3si years old, and worse at . sn l worse St 5M , and worse at iitSi, and worse St NS, ontil toe work! had to tie washed snd scoured snd scruM-ed snd soaked and sunk snd anchored s whole mouth under water before it was fit for decent people to live in. I have seen many picture of old Tinie with his scythe to cut, but I never saw any picture of Time with s chest of medicines to heal. rVrieca said that in the first few years of hi public life Nero was set up as an example of clemency and kindness, but lie got worse and worse, the tath descending, until at W year of age he was the suiiide. If H years of lifitime could not cure the antedeluvians of their iniquity, 1 uiwier take to say that all the ages of eternity would Is? only prolongation of depravity. "But." says some one, "in the next life the evil surroundings will be withdrawn and good inihiencc will be ultatuted, and hence expurgation, sublimation, glo rification." But yu must rememls-r tJiat the righteous, all their sin forgiven, pass right up into a beatific state, and then having passed up into the Is-atilic state, not needing any orber chance, that will leave all those who have never l-cn for given, and who were impenitent, alone alone and where are the salvable influ ence to come from? Can it Is- exscted that Dr. Duff, who 't his whole life iu minting the HiinUxs to heaven, and Dr. Atwsd, who sts'iit hi life in evangelising China, and that Judson, who spent his life in preaching the gospel to Burma can it tie exetii that rliey will Is- sent down from some celestial missionary society to educate and save thiwe who wnstil their earthly existence? No. We are told uistinctjy that all missionary and evange listic influence will lie ended forever, and the good, having passed up to their Iw-ntihe state, all the morally bankrupt will Is' t'-gi-ther, and where are the sntvatde influ ence to come from? Will a specked or bud ap!o put In n tmrrel of diseasisi ap ple make the other apples gsl? Will one wtio is down tie able to lift others up? Will those who have miserably failed in the business of this life lie able to pay the debt of our spiritual Insolvents? Will a million wrongs make one right? Tone- rssdis wag die city where King Bufus of Thrada nut all bad people of his king doin, and whenever there were iniquitous ieople found in any part of the Isnu they were all sent la Tonemmlis. It was the great copitsl of wickedness. Sup pose a man or s woman had os-iied a pri mary school In Toneropolls; would thi! nuiMHts of other citie have sent tlieir children there to he educated and reform cd? Worda of Warning. If s man In this world was surrounded with tomtrtation. In the next world, nil the righteous having passed up into the beatific state, the association will be more deteriorating, depreciating and down. You would not send to S cholera or yellow fever hospital a man for his health, and the great laxarettoof the future, in which are gathered the diseased and the piagm struck, will ls a poor place for moral re covery. The Count of Chateaubriand, in order to make his child courageous, niadi1 him sleep in the turrets of the castle, w.icre the winds howled nnd si-cicrs w ere said to haunt the place. The mother and the sisters almost died of fright, but the son nftenvwrd gives his account, and he sa vs. "Thnt gave me nerves of steel and gave me courage that has never fai terod." But, my friends, I do not think the turrets of darkness or the sis-ctral world swept by sirocco nnd euroo'.ydoii will ever prepare n soul for the eternal land of sunshine. I wonder what is the curriculum in t'he College Inferno, when- man, having Ui-n prepared by enough sin, enters nnd goes up from freshman of iniquity to sophomore of alsmunntion. and on ur from sophomore to junior, and from Junior to senior, and day of gradua tion comes, and the diploma is signed by Sarnn, the president, and all the profes sional demoniac sttest the fact thnt tin aiidUf'ite lias ts-en a sufhcieiit time under their drill and then enters heaven. J an- leiiionitini, preKtralory school for celes tial Biliiiissiuii! Ah, my friends, while Satan and his cidiorts have fitti-d a vayt multitude for ruin, tiny never uttist oin soul for happiness never. Vg-ain, I wish you further to notice that another chaiu-e in uimtner worm means the ruin of tiiis. Now, supisise a wicked nmn w assured that after a lifetime of wickedness he can fix It nil right up In the future. 1 but would l the demoral isation of society, thnt would Is? the de molition of the human rm-e. t here are men who are now kept on the limits of sin by their fear. The fear that if we are bad ami forgiven here it will not Is' well with us tu the next; existence is tlie ciiie Influence that keeps riviliwition from rushing back Into semi-lsirbnrism, mid kii'is scml-biirlmrism from running back Into midnight asvagery. and k.-ops mid night savagery from rustling back into ex tinction. Now, the man is kept on th limits of sin. But this Men coming into his soul, this idea of another chance, he says: "tin to, now. I'll get out of tihls world all tJiere is in it. Come, gluttony and revenge and unclesniiess and oil sen sualities, nnd wait upon me. It may ate brevinte my earthly life by dissoluteness but ttiat will only give me heavenly Imlul gence on a larger scale in a shorter letigtl of time. I will overtake the righteous Is'firre long. 1 will wily come in Intiven little late, and I will tie a little more for tunate timil those who have Isdinved tliemselvc on earth and then went straight to the lsisom of (bsl, because I will see more and have wider excursion and I will come into heaven via gihenna, via shcil'." Hearers! Headers! Anotlii chance in the next world menus free II cense and the demolition of this. Sii pose yotl h-Mid a case In court, and id! th Judges nnd nil the attorneys agreed telling you the first trial of it it would lie tried twice the first trial would not Im of very much imisirlnm-e, but the ond trial would decide everything. On which trial would you put the most ex penditure? On which trial would you em ploy the ablest counsel? On which trial would you Is- most unxioiis to have the attendance of all the witnesses? "Oh," yotl would say, "if there nri to be two trinls, and the first trial does not amount to much, the seimd trial ts'lng eviry thing, everything deiK-ndiiig nism that, I must Imve the most eloquent attorney, snd I must have all my witnesses pres ent, and I will expend my money on that." If these men wtio are impenitent and who are wicked felt tln-re were' two trials, snd nhe first was of no very great itnpor t a nee, snd the second trial wss the one of t anil infinite importance, all the - tA ). tMt jrtem. poet funeral. i t" - - " -...... l.-r I alfl this w.srki woo! l- J.TSCO vu peniteuey sd godl.-ne.. chance iu another w.W u'ns th. de molition of thi wr:J. Aa to the Invitation. Furthermore, my frj.-ml.-for I am preaching to my-lf a well a to you; we are ou the same lev.4. and though the plst- ,rm Is? S little higher taan ue pc. n m only for convenient, ami "r rhe' tetter si"'' t" IH"'I,:": u on the same platform, and I am ta.kiug my soul while 1 lalK to yours m friends, why another ctiamv in am"...-, world when we have declined " many chances iu tin? Mill"" y. - Imnquct snd you invite s vast numisr oi friends, and among others you send an Invitation to a man who disregards It or treats it in an obnoxious way. During twenty years you give twenty banquets. banquet year, sud you inne friends, and every time you uivue uj. man, who disregards your invitation or sends back s.iie indignity. After swhlls you move Into a larger house snd amid more luxuriant urroundiiiie. and you in vite your friend, but you do not mvne thut nui to whom twenty tinw-s you sent invitation to the smaller house. Are .. 1.1 ....I.. r.iuWd you to lilamef lou w.miiu yourself absurd la-fore '! send that man another invitation. For weuty years he has been d.-clming your offers and sending insult for your fcnw- Iiosk and courtesy, and can lie blame your (ton he omie up to your house on the night of the banquet? L'kmg up Biid seeing it is a finer bouse, will he have the richt to sav: "I't me in. 1 declined ail those other offers, but this Is a lari! house, a hriirhter house, s more luxuriant alssle. Irt me in. (Jive me another liance?" iod has spread a banquet of his grace before us. I-or .!. nays or very year siin-e we knew the difference between (sir right iwid our left he ha in vito us by his providence and by his spirit. Suppose we decline all thi-se of- rs nnd all this kindness. ow the nan- iiiet is sis-iad In a larger place, in uie hc-aveuly mlace. Invitations are sent nut, but no invitation is sent to us. Why? Because we d.s-lined aJl those other ban quets. Will.ti.sl lie to blame.' "ill we have any right to nip on the door of heav- n and say: "I ought not to Is- shut out or this plnce; give me anotlwr chancer Twelve gatm of salvation standing wide fur free admission all our life and thn when the twelve gates close we rush on the Isisses of Jehovah's buckler, saying, "(Hve me another chance!" A ship is to sail for Hamburg. You want to go to (icrmaiiy by that line. You si the advertisement of Uie steamers sailing. You si-e it for two weeks. Yon see it in the morning puper and you see It in the evening papers, lou see it pu- carded hi the walls. Circulars are thrown into your office telling you all alsiut tii at steamer. One day yon come low n on the w harf, and the steamer has swung out Into the stream. lou say: Oh, that Um't fair. Come !nck; swing up again to the dock. Throw the liink ashore that I may conic on tssird. It isn't fair. I want to go to (o-nnany by that steamer, trfve me another chance. Here is a magnificent offer for heaven. It has lieen anchored within our sight year after year, and year after year, and year arter year, and all the benign voices of earth and heaven hove urged us to get on Ixiard, since it may sail at any moment. Snpoe we let that opHirtiiiiity sail sway, and tlieii we lisik out and say: "Send back that oportuiiily. 1 want to take it. it Isn't treating me fnirly. (live me another chance." Why, my brother, yon might n II go out find stum! ou the Highland at the Navesink Ihri-e days after the Ma stic has gone out and shunt: "Captain, come hack. 1 want to go lo lvensiul on tile Majestic. Come back over the sea and through the Narrows and up to the locks. (Jive me another chance." You might a well do that as, afier (he Inst op portunity of heaven lias sped away, try to get it back again. Just think of it! It came on tne yesterday in my study with overwhelming impressiveness, Just think of it. All heaven offered us as n gratuity fur a whole lifetime, and yet we want ing to rimh against iud, saying: "(Jive me another chance." There ought to Is', there will be, no such thing i posthum ous opKirtuii:ty. A Grand Chance. You see common sense agrees with my text in saying that "if thetree fall toward the south or toward the north, in the place where the tree falleth there it shall lie." You see this idea lifts this world from an imiuiisnlunt way station to a platform of stupendous issues and makes all eterniiy whirl around tiiis hour. Oh, my soul, my soul! Only one trial, and nil the preparations for that trial to is? made Iu this world or never nettle at all. Oh, my soul, my soul! You sis- thi piles up all the emphasis And nil the climaxes and nil tlie ili-stinii-s Into this life. No oth er chance. Oil, how Hint intensifies tlie value nnd Hie itiujxirtaiice of this chaii Alexander nun ins army used lo conuj iiround a city, and they would kindle great light, with tlie understanding that as long ns that light wits burning the city might surrender and all would be well, but if they let that light gu out then the lettering rams would swing ng.-tinst the walls and there w ould come disaster mid demolition. Oh, my friends, nil you nnd I need to do to prepare for eternal safety Is just to surrender tu the King ami Con queror. Christ. Surrender hearts, surren der life, surrender everything. Tlie great light keeps burning, light kindled by the wood of iJie cross, light flaming up against the dark night of our sin and sorrow. Oh, let us surrender la-fore the light gs- out and with it our Inst opiortunity i,f nmkitig our peace with Cod through our Iird .lesus Christ. Oh, my brother, talk shout anothf-r chance; this the supernal chance. In the time uflvlwanl II., at I the battle of M usjielburg, a private soldier saw that llie Marl of Jliiiitjey had lost bis helmet. The private soldier Psik off his helmet nnd "went up to the Karl of Huntley and put the helmet on his head. Now, the head of the privnte soldier un covered, he win sikiu slain, while hi comma inbr risle In safety through nnd out of tlie battle. But it is different ill our ense. Instead of a private offering a helmet to an earl, it Is the King of heav en and earth offering a crown to nn un worthy subject, tlie King dying (hat wo might live! Oh, tell It to the points of the rompsss, tell it lo day and night, tell h to earth and hesren, tell it to a" tie centuries and nil the millennium that iod tin given us such a magnificent chance in this world that we need no oth-t-r chance in another! Five Mormon missionaries left Rait Luke (Illy a few days Ago hound for New Zealand to establish a mission among the Uaorla. a ' i g" A It- i .