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.
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