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AT SEA IN A STORM. TALUASC ON THE STILLING OF THE WAVES AT GENNESARET. tha rillUr Blfcla Story tic lataraat sad Power j vofift and now May Be Avoided. Oar Wkly Barns on. Thai arriuon by Key. Dr. Talmage wiU be at great solace to people who are fiud iaf their lite a rough voyage. Test, Mark hr- 3d; "Ami there were alao with hint other little ships, and there arose a great starts of wind. And the wind ceas ei sad there waa a great calm." TTtmaia. Galilee, Gennesaret three ainara (or the same lake. No other gem ever had ao beautiful a setting. It lay la a aceae of great luxuriance; the aur roaadinc hills high, terraced, sloped, gror ed, aa aaaay hanging gardens of beauty; the waters rumbling down between rocks f gray and red limestone, flashing from the hilla a)nd boa&diag into the sea. On the abet were castles, armed towers, fli in hatha, everything attractive and besattfat; all styles of vegetation in short er apace than in almost any other space in aU the world, from the palm tree of the forest to the trees of a rigorous climate. It seemed as if the Lord had launched one ware of beauty on all the scene and it hung and swung from rock and hill and oteaadrr. Bomaa gentlemen in pleasure boats sailing the lake and countrymen in fiah t coming down to drop their nets paaa ach other with cod and shout and hvegktez, sc swinging idly at their moorings. Oh, what a wonderful, what a beautiful lake! It seem as if we shall have a quiet 'night. Not a leaf winked in the air; not :a ripple distarbed the face of Gennesaret, but thew seems to be a Uttle excitement op the beach, and we hasten to see what it 'is, aaa we find it an embarkation. ffeoaa the western shore a flotilla push iug oat; not a squadron or deadly arma ment, nor clipper with valuable merchan dise, nor piratic vessels ready to destroy everything they could seise, but a flotilla, bearing messengers of life and light and peace. Christ is in the front of the boat, ilia disciples are in a smaller boat. Jesus, weary with ruueh speaking to large multi Jtadea. is put into somnolence by the rock ' iugat the waves. If there was any uio-"-tien.at.an, the ship was easily righted; if - the wind .passed from one side, from the stjoard to the larboard or from the lar--' board to the starboard, the boat would rock, and by the gentleness of the motion - putting, the Master asleep. And they ex snporized a pillow made out of a nsher- - man's coat. I think no sooner is Christ ' prostrate and his head touching the pil low, than he is sound asleep. The breezes - of the lake run their fingers through the lochs f the worn slee'per, and the boat rise and falls like a sleeping child on the V bosom of a sleeping mother. 4imim irht starry night, beautiful night Run ur all the sails, ply all the oars, and let the large boat and the small boat g&de over gentle Gennesaret. But the aaiVen-s say there is going to be a change of weather. And even the pas seagers can hear the moaning of the storm aa it comes on with long stride, with all the terrors of hurricane and darkness. The large boat trembles like a deer at bay trembling among the clangor of the honnds; great patches of foam are flung into the air; the sails of the vessels loosen, and the sharp winds crack like pistols; ithe smaller boats like petrels poise on the cliff of the waves and then plunge. Over board go cargo, tackling and masts, and the arracbed disciples rush into the back part of the boat and lay hold of Christ and say unto him, "Master, carest thou not that we perish T' That great person ass; lifts his head from the pillow of the fisherman's -coat, -walks to the front of the vessel and looks out into the storm. All around him are the smaller boats, driven in the tempest, and through it comes the cry of .drowning men. By the flash of the lisrhtn'nKi 1 see the calm brow of Christ as the spray dropped from his beard. He has one word for the rky and anotner word for t be waves. Looking upward, he eriea, ' "IVaceP Looking downward, he "Be stilir Stillln-i the Wavea. The waves fall flat on their faces, the foam melts, the extinguished stars relight their torches. The tempest falls dead and Christ stands with his foot on the neck of the storm. And while the sailors are bail ing oat the boats and while they are try ing to untangle the cordage the disciples stand in amaxement,.now looking into the -calm sea, then into the calm sky, then into the calm of the Saviour's countenance, xnd they cry out, "What manner of man is this, that even the winds and the sea obey him?" The subject in the first place impresses me with the fact that it is very important to have Christ in the ship, for all those boats wtulel have gone to the bottom of Gennesa ret if Christ had not been pres--t'Bt. Oh, what a lesson for you and for me to lea ml Whatever voyage we under take, into whatever enterprise we start, Jet as always have Christ in the ship. Many of you in these days of revived commerce are sturting out in new finan cial enterprises. I bid you good cheer. Do -all yon ran do. Do it on as high a plane as possible. You have no right to he a stoker in the ship if you can be an ad miral of the navy. You have no right to be a colonel of a reginieut if you can com mand a brigade. You have no right to be engineer of a boat on river banks or near the coast if you can take the ocean steam er tr an New York to Liverpool. All you aa do, with utmost tension of body, mind aua aonl, you are bound to do; but, oh, hare Christ in every enterprise, Christ in very voyage, Christ in every ship! There are men who ask God to help IU the start of great enterprises, lie eea with them in the past. No trou- aw mm overthrow them. The storms ' night come down from tne top or Mount I lieanasa sad lash Gennesaret into foam aaai into agony, but it could not hurt (beam. But hei is another -man w.bo starts st in worldly enterprise, arul be depends -i ajoi the uncertainties of this life. He has f aw God to help him. After awhile the tmmtia and tnaaea on tne ma 41 01 the He pots ont bis lifeboat. The - Arris and the auctioneer try to help him , adL They can't help him o. He must 1 t r dmr. No Christ in the ship! Here i. m imhT men last starting out In life. y . Yaer ft will be made up of isnnbis and Vl Cf. ThmBaWheinttMctieWsiita t- rj tKK'-i torsade. 1 know not what la I t - S f, hart I kaw if yo bare Christ i n i 13 will k a-eiL 't.z1Clfm hi fft along without the bCt. wk3 eterT&l; m smoothly, bat after awhile, when sorrow hovers over the soul, wheu the waves of trial dash clear over the hurricane deck, and the bowsprit is shivered, aud the hal yards an swept into the sea, and the gangway is crowded with piratical disas ters oh, what wonld jou then do without Christ in the ship? Young man, take God for your portion. God for your guide, God for your help; then all is well; all is well for time, all shall be well forever. Blessed is that man who puts iu the Lord his trust. He shall never be confounded. Look Oat for Breaker. But my subject also impresses me with the fact that when people start to follow Christ they must not expect smooth sail ing. These disciples got into the small boats, and I have no doubt they said: "What a beautiful day this is! What a smooth sea! What a bright sky this is! How delightful is sailing in this boat, and as for the waves under the keel of the boat, why, they only make the motion of our little boat the more delightful." But when the winds swept down aud the sea was tossed into wrath, then they fouud that following Christ was not smooth sail ing. So you have found it; so I have found it. Did you ever notice the end of the life of the apostles of Jesus Christ? You would say that if ever men ought to have had a smooth life, a smooth depart ure, then those men, the disciples of Jesus Christ, ought to have had such a depart ure and such a life. St James lost his head. St. Philip was hung to death on a pillar. St. Matthew had his life dashed out with a halberd. St. Mark was dragged to death through ' the streets. St. James the Less was beat en to death with a fuller's club. St. Thomas was struck through with a spear. They did not find following Christ smooth sailing. Oh, how they were all tossed in the tempest! John Huss in the fire; Hugh McKail in the hour of martyrdom; the Albigenses, the Waldenses, the Scotch Covenanters did tbey find it smooth sail ing? But why go to history when I can find all around me a score of illustration of the truth of this subject? That young man in the store trying to serve God while his employer scoff at Christianity, the young men in the same store antagonistic to the Christian religion teasing him, tor menting him about his religion, trying to get him mad? They succeed in getting him mud, saying: "You're a pretty Chris tian !" Does this young man find it smooth sailing when he tries to follow Christ? Here is a Christian girl. Her father de spises the Christian religion. Her mother despises the Christian religion. Her broth ers and sisters scoff at the Christian re ligion. She can hardly find a quiet place in which to say her prayers. Did she find it smooth sailing when she tried to follow Jesus Christ? Oh, no. All who would live the life of the Christian religion must suffer persecution.- If you do not find it in one way, you will get it in another way. The fiuestion was asked, "Who are those nearest the throne?" and the answer came buck, "These are they who came up out of great tribulation great nailing as the original has it; great flailing, great pounding "aad had their robes washed and made white in the blood of the Lamb." Oh, do not be disheartened. O child of God, take courage! You are in glorious companionship. God will see you through all these trials, and he win ae liver you My subject also impresses me with the fact that good people sometimes get very iniu-h frightened. In the tones of these disciples as tbey rushed into the back part of the boat, I find they are frightened al most to death. They say, "Master, carest thou not that we perish?" They had no reason to be frightened, for Christ was in the boat. I suppose if we had been there we wonld have been Just as much affright ed. Perhaps more.. In all ages very good people get very much affrighted. It is often so in our day, and men say: "Why, look" at the bad lec tures. Look at the spiritualistic societies. Look at the various errors going over the church of God. We are going to founder. The church is going to perish. She is go ing down." Ob, how many good people are affrighted by triumphant iniquity our day, and think the church of Jesus Christ and the cause of righteousness are going to be overthrown, and are just us much affrighted as the disciples or my text were affrighted. Don't worry, don't fret, as- though iniquity were going to tri umph over righteousness. The Betisiona Gale. A lion goes into a cavern to sleep. He lies down, with bis shaggy mane covering the paws. Meanwhile the spiders spin a web across the mouth of the cavern, and "We have captured him." Gossamer thread after gossamer thread is spun until the whole front of the cavern is covered with the spiders web, aud the spiders say, "The lion is done; the lion is fast." After awhile the lion has got through sleeping. He rouses himself, he shakes his mane, be walks out into the sunlight, he does not even know the spiders' web is spun, and with his voice he shakes the mountain. So men come, spinning their sophistries and skepticism a boat Jesus Christ. He seems to be sleeping. They say: "We have eontured the Lord. He vitt uever coin forth again upon the nation. Christ is captured, and captured forever. His re ligion will never make any conquest among men." But after awhile the "lion of the tribe of Judah" will rouse himself and come forth to shake mightily the na tions. What is a spider's web to the arous ed lion? Give truth and error a fair grap ple, and truth will come off victor. But there are a great many good people who get affrighted in other respects. They re affrighted in our day about revivals. They say: "Oh, this is a strong religion gale. We are arraKi tne cnurch of iod is going to upset, ami mere are going to be a great ninny poodle brought into the church that are going to he of no use to it" And they are affrighted whenever they see a revival taking hold of the churches. As though a ship enptain with OstO bushels of wheat for a cargo should say, some day, coming upon deck, "Throw overboard all the chtko," and the sailors should say: "Why, enptalu, what do you mean? Throw over nil the cargo?" "Ob," snys the captain, "we huve a peck of chaff that has got into this .",'KIO bushels of wheat, and the only wny to get rid of the chaff is to throw nil the wheat over board." Now, fhnt is a great deal wiser than the talk of a grent many Christian who want to throw ovei board nil the thou sands and tens of thousands of souls who have been brought in through K'"t awak enings. Throw all overboard because there is a neck of chaff, a quart of chaff, a pint of ch iff! I say, let them stay until the last day. The I-ord will divide the chaff from the wheat. '. " ' - No Ussier la BswlralaV ' Oh. that these gales from might I sweep through all onr Charcots! Oh, for tach daj.ss Biehard BaiMa? saw is Bof land and Hubert McCbeyne saw in Dun dee! Oh, for ui h d.ijs as Jonathan Kd wards saw in Nortbaiupton! I have often heard my father tell f the faet that in the early part of this century revival broke cut iu Boiierville, N. J, and soma people were very uiuch agitated about it. They said, "Oh. you are going to bring too many people into the church at once!" and they sent down to New Brunswick to get John Livingston to stop the revival. Well, there was no better soul in all the world than John Livingston, lie went un. Ua looked at the revival. They wanted him to stop it. He stood iu the pulpit on the Sabbath and looked over the solemn audi tory, and he said: "This, brethren, is iu reality the work of God. Beware how you try to stop it." And he was an old man, leaning heavily on his staff, a very old man. And he lifted that staff and tixk bold of the small end of the staff and began to let it fall very slowly through, between the finger and the thumb, and he said, "O thou impenitent, thou art falling now Tallin nwns from life, falling away from peace and heaven," rnlliug us certain ly as that cane is falling through my hsud falling certainly, though jK'i-haps falling very slowly." And the cane kept on fall ing through John Livingston's hand. The religious emotion in the audience was overpowering and men saw a type of their doom as the cane kept falling aud falling until the knob of the cane struck Mr. Liv ingston's hand, and he elasied it stoutly and said, "But the grace of God can stop you us I stopped that cane," aud then there was gladness all through the house at the fact of pardon ami pence and salva tion. "Well," said the people after the service, "I guess you had better send Liv ingston home. lie is making the revival worse." Oh, for the gales from heaven and Christ on board the ship. The danger of the church of God is not in revivals. Again, my subject impresses hie with the fact that Jesus was God and man in the same being. Here he is in the lxi k : Cing disappeared kltcheuward, bis pig part of the boat. Oh, how tired he looks, I tail having struck the dominant note In what sad dreams be must have! Iwik at i his countenance; he must be thinking of the cross to come. Ixok at him, be is a man-bone of our bone, flesh of our flesh. Tired, he falls asleep; he is a man. But theu I find Christ at the prow of the boat. I hear him say, "Peace, be still," ami I see the storm kneeling at his feet, Hiid the tempests folding their wings in his pres ence; he is a God. If I have sorrow find trouble and want sympathy, 1 go and kneel down at the back part of the boat, and say, "O Christ, with all my sorrows, man of Nazareth. 1 l,rovw5 disappointing. Lynching were man of the cross." A man, a man. But unknown-bandits -ind desperadoes if I want to conquer my spiritual foes, if conspicuous by their absence. I wsnt to get the victory over sin. death 1 So life flowed on, smoothly, monoton and hell, I come to the front of the boat oufly, till after the birth of BillikUis. and I kneel down aud I say, "O Lrd Je- A j dug then annotiuml his departure, sus Christ, thou who dost hush the tein- ' "jitter girl cook," he declared. "No pest, nusn nil my gnui, nusn an my temp- tation, hush all my sin A man, a man; a God, a God. I learn once more from this subject that Christ can bush a tempest. It did seem as if everything must go to ruin, me disciples bad given tip the idea of maiiiig- ing the ship, the crew were entirely le- moralized; yet Christ rises, uad he puts his foot on the storm and it crouches at, his feet. Oh, yes, Christ can bush the. tempest. The Sfe Harbor. You have bad trouble. Perhaps it wa 4l,u litrli. .tiiljl tnlfott awav fr.xrl VM11-tiA sweetest child of the household, the one who asked the most curious questions, ! and stood around you with the greatest fondness and the spade cut down through your bleeding heart. Perhaps it j was an only son, and your heart has ever since been like a desoluted castle, the owls of the night hooting among the falling rafters ami the crumbling stairways. j Perb-ips it was an aged mother. You always went to her with your troubles She was iu your home to welcome youi cnuuren into lire, una wnen tney uieu sue was there to pity you; that old band will charm, distant mountain., oak-dotted do you no more kindness; that white locli meadows, Sainantha remained obdur of hair you put away in the casket or in u. 'It may suit you. Mrs. Allundale. the locket did not look as well as it usual- comnlpnted pit v!nSly, "to see tioth ty did when she brushed it away from hel ke t wM wrinkled irow in the home circle or in th , ,. . country church. Or your property gone j Tulare. There you kin see house, as you said. "1 have so much bank stock; j P a pod an people passln all day. have so many government securities; 1 have so many bouses; I have so manj farms;" all gone, all gone. Why, all the storms that ever trampled with their thunders, all the shipwreck! have not been worse than this to you Y'et you have pot been completely over thrown. Why? Christ hushed the tern jest. Y'our little one was taken away Christ Fays, "I have that little one. I car take care ofTiim as well as you can, bette. than you can, O bereaved mother!" Hush ing the tempest! When your property wen away, Cod said "There are treasures u henven, in banks that never break." There is one storm into which we wj all have to run the moment when we lei go of this life and" try to take hold of th next, when we will want all the grace w cau have. We will want it all. Yonder J see a Christian soul rcking on the surge! of death. All the powers of darkncsi of tears in the room at the departure, bul' he weeps no tears, calm, satisfied, peace! Mi-iu iei ooi HKtti.ini tui ,.,.,, ic r . exact I iig In regard to scenery wa " ',11 , ii V" 1 willing to leave the family pig pen "'" """"f ""- .-- y , a doiith's charge, provided the waa! er. but thnt soul is not troubled. TherM, j . .. ... . :. .!,.l,inW. there are no tear.. Plenf. M'fl P"t OUt, Mrs. Allandale help ful. All Is well. Jesus hushing the tern j ti'-i ltsKsaI. I knew the tyjK? Ignor pest By the flash of the storm you et(nii(. slatternly, familiar. Contrasting the harbor just ahead and you are mnk wife it the new comer, niy resolution ing for that harbor. Strike eight belli w;tljkeu. "No, Cedrie, I have a serv- All is wen. Into the harbor of heaven now we glide, We're home at hist, home at hist. Softly we drift on its bright, silv ry tidn We're borne at last, home at last. Glory to God, all our dangers are o'er. We stnnd secure ou the glorified shore. Glory to God, we will shout evermore. We're home at last, home at last. Hhort Sermon. Good Living-Tbe real object of lif is living, and all may obtain thtdr prlM Just as an may iow u. auir,, ini serial position, power of any sort what ever, In fact, may be the spwinc gon of particular man. The rval object U the me--to fill one' life full, to gej that which gives aatlsfactlon. Rev Mluot J. Savnge, Unitarian, New Yorl City. Bc-hemer. The self! lflsli manipulator II 'hough be operate, ecemen a past inU erer defenseless. T with subtleHy and becemen ter In scbeniliijr to carry out his perso T"'11 wertu living. Anne came, anil I plana, he finds that the eye ot tbj " follow! ber. Capable, rvtlr world see pretty keenly and clearly toAt vague senae of mystery perrael- and though he lias worked and fotigi liehlnd a shield which he thought on oc a source or inexnaustioie lu scured his real motives, that sWeld, ai ter all, has not been lmr uraM.-1 "lt romance." Cedrlc declared. Bet. Stephen II. BoUIn, UttlfertalUf THE TALE OF A KISJsV And "Shill I ti )"?" theu be ai-ked. And "Oh, 1 gues not," "be replied; fur rather than have said aim jes, This tjuiden would have died, 1 Ji"or modest was this maiden fair, And sveet, aud witching, too, was she. Be niiyht have known she would not raat The buou he craired, oh, foolish he! ' yul had he kissed her on the sly. She'd not have more than killed him j there; An4, oh, 'twere heaven to die for her. The maiden with the nut-brown hair. Ani sweetest is the stolen kiss. I Methinks the maiden bad not wept. But would have made that young man give Her tack that kiss before he slept. And now I've told this little tale. Ye fellows all, take heed of this: Don't sk a maiden if you may. But if you want to take a kiss. L'tica Globe. THE HONORABLE ANNE Ah G!nr'n welcome when I came, a bride, to the ranch whs pot of the warmest. Theduskyadole wall, throw lr.s him into picturesque relief, lie stood on the ranch house veranda, bis face full of suppressed excitement. Tou telle me," he muttered, "who boss, now Mr. AlUindale get mallied?" "AH same as before," was my ready rejoinder. The crafty features relaxed and Ah niy fjrst Impressions of Vaquero Water. tedrk smiled at nie approvingly. "Glad you were so diplomatic, else he'd have left by the morning stage. It's awfully unroiimntlc, but the drive has made nie beastly bungTy. loot's see what the old chap bos for us." We dined lii a long, low room, hung with spurs and sporting prints, souven irs of KngliKh days, the happiest couple In California. In its Lick of excitement, ranch life ,ib - . , tl,iil)l. Alle time fly." The next celestial left after a hasty glniice at the kitchen walL "Me flaid," --irmiiura, punning io a i-u mir glyphic unfortunately unnoticed by us. "Ah GIng he write, 'Debbil in this bouse.'" ..,. r,ount tnp i,abv" Stiireested pi-i. "He say debbil. Me go. No China boy stay here. Heap scared of debbil." "Try. a girl," implored Cedrie. "It's n jokedrivlng ten tulles a-duy to the station. We tried. In turn: Grctchen, who left within a week .to "learn religion;" Jirldget, who declined working under an Englishman; the widow, whose tnara r.llllt,twl her wo-s. siz- zled over the stove; Dlcle, who disliked low wages, though she found no fault with me; and Samautha, who objected to the lack of "scenery." Useless to point out the Brush Hills' mellow i nai s me scenery lor.uiu, so i guess 1 11 pack my freight. Which she proceeded to do, and bad barely driven out of sight when a young; girl, tall, slim and n-eatly dress ed, steppwl on the veranda. "If you please, ma'am," she quietly said, "I beard that you wanted a glrL Can I have the place?" ' I heard her history, which was sim ple. The previous year she had come ' f raIll England to Join her bro! hnd fall),n , hh( . hosi.ital at 1a Ilncrtu ' counly hospital at I a Hturtn. ther on a gone to the and bad "n"K ,m u" l" """ vwm" nPllnn ' th details Cedrie; returned. But one conclusion could lie drawn from big Utter dejection. "No girl" was atampod ' on every feature. Humantba had rec- omB.endiHl me to Odessa Green who IB for ti d w '!'. ni me afternoons were " aiiu a uorse every rninuny was at anl ilready." 'Kbere did she come from? ' -Oa Huerta, where she baa been In tli4 iiwiiIUll." . she pretty?" hat is an Irrelevant question. Yea raf r blue eyes, and short, curly yel lowliair." tou know nothing about her." 'it I know that Billlklus has the WL ping cotteU.,r must nurse him, nnftou cannot cook?- lU-lp Is needed'. itnsfH'iioiu Anne i , that' her natne." ; Anne James." B still demurred. 'udenoe la on admirable rlrtue. Cefc, but you carry it to an extreme." Qlrlc ylelelcd. attll holding to his ov opinion. "Keep ber! Keep her!" hea-led; "but remember haAa, be It on your h th ")' ' Ah led; "but remeinluT, If anything head." Gin life hnd profwl In our monotonotiH Jl -u une oraws near nna w anoui l(e la wo ret !cv u t a ooniat to fla ms iritis." "Tea-b ber something. Jeamw un is k a woman's toaajue." Ho Anae a Instrue-ted In sh bous'wifdy mysteries, and grew iMtrt couimuubtttlve. But CMirlc rccelvad all detalU of ber past with scornful In crcdullty. "Papa" wa a barrister. Anne herself Imd leen Uru In the sa cred prec-lnct of the Temple. Their crest fltfureel as a dove. "Fane-y erne's parlor inald having a crest T he ejae-ii-lated. For a brit-ness Imrrister be liud done singularly we'll, iuarrybug a niece of the elebrated Couuhks erf Melligan. Many a terrid afternoon was wbiled away with diwrlptious of the Irish castle where the wedding took place, the beauty of the brlele, the ecceMrlcl tleu of the noble aunt. Cedrlc scoffwl. still crying fejr more. One languorods September day1, en comi'd In the veranela's shadiest nook, we gazed on the Brush bills ami slgbed vainly for a breeze. Cedrlc lroke the stillness. "What about Anne? No news of late?" "She has a sister who lives In France and Is' possessed of Independent im-ans." A look of repreoch shot from his dark-blue eye. "You told me tliat last week," be murmured. "And did not tell you that she go by the name of Lady Emily Brown." "Brow n! Why, she married a French man." "True." "Why, lady? What title has her "None. I particularly asked Anne." "Absurd! He e-ould not be 'Brown' or she 'lady' unless. Indeed, the title is In ber owu right. Iu that case your pearl oi a handmaiden Is an 'hemorable!' The Honorable? Anne brings out the tray," he aelded, as she approached our cor ner. "No, It's all false, you may de pe'ikl upon R. Ask MePhersou what he thinks of It; be is coming up the drive." Fergus McPberson caution personl fleHl opined that Anne had lied. He put It plainly: "Deceitful In speech, de-e-eitful In deed. Better watch her, Mrs. Albwdale." My suspicions were not excited. In California nothing Is Iniinissibk;, Had not a scion of a lordly houw; dle-el on a neighboring ranch a lonely, neglected sheep herder? No. It wan the uneasy air and ne-stless lexik increasing day by day. I heartily wished for some pre text whereby Cedrlc, dispatched Into La Huerta. might Inquire Into the aute e'odftits of the Honorable Anne. Chance favored inc. , "Mcpherson has lwen telling in." 1' gan my sixiuse, a few days later, "ntiout some bloodhounds in town tliat belong to the sheriff. Tbey are Al at tracking criminals borrow them all over the State1. Beastly shame It's such a Jour-iK-y it would lie rather Jedly to se-e them." "Why not go? A change would do you goexl." "(Jo! And who would tiillk the cow?" "I, myself." . "You? Nonsense!" "Who J ttw irherifrr' I Idly askel. meditating my next move the while. "Wnlte Hiram Walte" "Our Honorable," who had entered, bi'arlng that ranch stand-by, a smok ing 1kw1 ef "mush." startenl, growing visibly palp fresh fewxl fer une'anlncss. Clearly to lesaru the art of milking was Imperative. The woniati won, as usu al, and Ccdrte;, before the week was over, startwl feir IjR Huerta, wMh strict Injunctions to Interview both hospital superintendent and sin-riff. In charge of the ranch were myself, Billlklns, and the Honorable Anne. Un eventfully passed the first few elays: but on Monelay. from the veranda. I espied a band of men, who, leaving the county road, came slowly up the drive. Anne, perceiving them, grew white to the lips, and, bearing Billlklns, precipi tately fleel. "Good evening," the leader In-gan, as he lifted his sombrero. "We're kinder rough sight fer a lady. Y'ou we, we're a posse over from Tulare, trying to find a man name-d Smith. His tracks, tbey se-emed to p'lnt this wny. Ain't seen any stranger rouud here lately?" "No, indeed." "No woodchopiK?r tur io thing?" "No, none. What baa this man done? What docs he loeik like?"' "Iteil nice and young and kind. Not more'u a boy. Murdered a man over there. Here's bis de-scrlpthin," and be banded me a coarsely printe;d "re ward." "Well, boys, gen a move on. We're on our way to La Huerta," be added, "to lomw Walte's dogs. Well, good day, ma'am. Better not harbor any strangers." A moment metre, and, left alone, I, thought over the altuatlon. Cedrie gone, no neighbor near, a murderer at birge whose steps "p'luted this way." Suddenly It was borne In upon me that Anne was the fugitive! A firm 'believer In woman's Intui tions, yet hoping desperately that mine was at fault, I unfohb-d the paper the sheriff gave me. It tallied well. Mo roseiM'ss, agitation, all were explained. Did Anne guess that ber leb'iitlty was known, my life, I fen reel, woulel pay the penalty. To Ignore the situation, live through the night if Msslble, and trust to someone; turning up In the meirnlng was all that could be elone. Mllklittf Hum broiiuM- frmh .-cror. How guard one's se-lf, whh Isitb bunds engaged K'ttlug down floods of warm, liinoevtit milk! Dinner was eaten hur riedly, with the same feeling ef uneasi ness. Hllllklns ttie keyl In hl crib, Anne retired early, anel, every sense on the alert, I wa left aleme to watch the nursery ds"r. It fase-lnabvd me. Who would etpen It? Anne, to hble among the canyons 111! the posse had returnee) to Its Tulare home? Or Henry Smith, to make an end of me and fle? Truly, the ranch monotony waa broken at last. Solemn ly the chick ticked, slowly the hand went round, an hour passed. A move ment In the adjoining room, and liter ally my blood ran cold. That had hith erto seemed a mere figure of speech The nnd resse-d. and t!ll I watce rbe unrsery dsjr. At la. he-n my brain we.uld have turuel wMh more, I heard seeund whlih. faint at first, grew louder and louder. "Oh. heaven," I cried. "the bbssl hemndsr' aud fe-II se-naeh-ss to tbs ground. Slowly returned to eonsclonvi-ss, my gaze fell on Cedri. the Iji Huerta sher iff,, and A uue :.:iue anxiously apply ing re-steiratlveti! "Take him away," I gasied; "be wiU murder us." "You are raving!" erld Ceelric; "tliat is Anne." "No; Smith, the murderer. The bleod hoiimls tracked him to the very doer." He-re Hiram Walte thought at to iu te'llose'. "Cuess I can straighten out this kink, Mrs. AlUUKhele. You did hear the bounds; they're up at the barn now. Your husband, he beard at La Huerta we was ben tin' up this part of the coun try, so he lit out for home, tblnkln' you'd ! se ared. We caught our man hlelln' by the 'Deilie bill, and the Tulare boya texik bliu back to town. Y our bus baud and ine was tired, so we maele tracks for here. Sorry 'bout the dogs. Might ha' known they'd scare you." Anne tvext day gave warning. "If you pjease, ma'am, you Btiel Mr. Allanelale have been very kind, and I lejve Mr. Billlklns like my own, but I can't stay where I've been so mlsjudgeel." "More candor on your part would have preveuted your being mlsjudge-d." She bluKlied. "I often wanted to tell you, ma'am what I first said wasn't true. I came from England when I was a baby. I haven't any brother, and I never went to La Huerta." "Ah!" "The kinder you was, ma'am, the meaner I felt, and I was afraid Mr. Allundale; would go to the hospital, and, worst of all. my heart stood still whi'U he sioke of Mr. Walte. For he anel my ste-pfuther are cousins, and I was afraid be would gue-s who I was." "Your stepfather?" "Ye, rna'aui; meither married Jlni Walte the secemd Urne and it was him that came with the pesse nnd frighten ed me. He was such a bad, crue-1 moil that I couldn't stand It, so I ran away." "How did you happen to reae h Ya quero Water?" "With some frhnd In one of those big wagons the-y e-all 'prairie schoon ers.' Tulare feilks go to the cewist every year, but they don't go there straight; It's tex much change.. They always stop at the Iron springs to cool off. first." To cool off at is") In the shade! "Ho we came to the spring. I heard atsiut you and thought I'd try for the place." "But how much better to have told me the truth." "I knew Mr. Allundale was English, ma'am, and the-y are that partli-ular I was afraid he'd seuid me home." "Surely the story of fidy Emily Brown was unnecessary." Anne's eye rtasiie!. " rt's " every word ' true, ma'am. Not that I ever saw ber; she was by father's first mar riage, but It's true'. Why, tbey lived In a beautiful house In St John's Wood, and the night lefore they went te) Par Is the Prince of Wales dined with them." "Anel do you ls'lieve It, my de-ar?" asked Ce'elrlc, on be-aritiK the last ver sion. "She Is-lleveg In the family tradl tiems, but she will core b-ss about such nonsense when she Is Mrs. Hiram Walte." "Why, she uu't the mat! only last !'?." T.ethlng will come of It, trust a w ..a's intuition." Thanks, tiei!" he reported, with a cheerful grin. "No telling into what mare's nest 1 might Is; b-d. Never mind, darling, yon dlel your liest We ;au't all be lern detectives." Cedrlc to the- contrary, my prophecy e-ame to pass, and our honorable Anno was transfeirmed Into Mrs. Hlrnm Walte. At last aecouuts she was well and happy, aupplylng the boa re! era at Waiters Hotel with meals at "four-bits a head." While we on the rane-h are still wondering whether the Countess of Melligan and the Itdy Emily Brown are myths. Ran Francisco Ar gonaut r The Klectro-Magnet. It 1 of much sctejititlc luiMVHt nut of not a Httle proctli-aJ importance to h; termiue tlie cenid'tloas remltbxg Ui Use maximum attractive power of the elesc-tro-uuigtMt. From a note extract.l from the " Proceed Insra" of th' ItoyaJ Society of lAUuiau, wo learn that "H. Wlhle has exceeded las own estimated limit erf 400 pound i"t seiuare inch for ma.gneti; traotions by mean ef an-iMnJe-d clinreonl-lrekn wire 0.57 Inch In diameter. The eUftro-magiM-t wu ex ctul by a current of W amperes. With a pWe of wire 1.2 hw-beje long the unpreeKHlented tractive forne of 422 jsnnwls i-r witiare lm;b was ohtaLncel. Tluit tlu nintfm'tizat.kMi Mm1t wajf vir tually arrtveti at was shown from Uio fa t that, wlsm tlie current traiuunU-te-d rotitMl the el4rtre-magn"t was re1 disced from- 40 to 'Jfl axuMres, Uie atiHiunt of the trae-flve force reiiiaUve.1 e-emstant The dermifuU1eniM were iiuubr wMli m MluMl-fMW-UKtxo-nag'-net." TlKtee eMails are meager, but tlss result obtained Is c!rtljily extraor diJiHiry. Western KlecrrVdnn. Itet's InneHience. Bet Flint, a hiimbbj frleiiKl of Dr. Johnson, was token up oil a charge of stealing a counterpane, She was trk-d nt the; Old Bailey, and Chief Justice W'.lles, who boil a kktdbivai for her sex, stm uicd up favorably, and she waa ae einltted. After .vhle b Bet said, with a gay and anflsfle-d nlr: "Now that tha counter ane Is my own I shall make a petticoat of It" n Uaforlsnste Phrssav , Politician I alwaya hold up Ameri enn Industries. Mltmlck For how much? Puck. 5..9H ?'"'V:;.:'.';,- ; ,'-".".k;.'