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THE iiiHst.fr of the schooner Han--!
bell came slowly toward the har
bor, accompanied by bis mute,
Both men had provided ashore for a
voyage which included no intoxicants, I
and the dignity of the skipper, always
a salient feature, had developed tre
mendously under the influence of
brown stout, lie stepped aboard bis
schooner importantly, and then, turn
ing to the mate, who was about to fol
low, Mlddenly held up his han for
"What did I tell you?" bp inquired
severely as the mate got quietly
The mate listened. From the fo'c's'le
came the low gruff voices of men brok
en by the silvery ripple of "women's
"Well I'm a Dutchman," said the
mate, Willi the air of one who felt he
was expected to say something.
"After all I said to 'em," said the
skipper with weary dignity. "You
heard what I said to 'em. Jack?"
"Nobody could ha' swore louder," tes
tified the mate.
"An' here they are," said the skipper
In amaze, "defying of mo."
"They've been anil gone nnd nsked
them females down the fo'c's'le n jf'iti.
Y'ou know what I said I'd do, Jack, if
"Said you'd wit 'em without salt,"
quoted the other helpfully.
"I'll do worse than that. Jack," said
the skipper after a moment's discom
fiture. "What's to hinder us casting off
quietly and taking them along with
"If you ask me," said the mate, "I
should say you couldn't please the
"Well, we'll Rc" said the other, nod
ding sagely; "don't make no noise,
Aided by he mate he east off the
warpa which held his unconscious vis
itors to Jheir native, town, and the wind
Iwlng off the shore the little schooner
drifts! Kileiitly'away from the quay.
The skipper went to the wheel, and
the noUe of the mate hauling on the
Jib brought a rough bead out of the fo'
c's'le, the ovvtwr of which, after a cry
to his mate below, sprang up on deck
and looked around In bewilderment.
"Stand by, there!" cried the skipper,
as the others came rushing on deck.
"Sliako 'em out."
"licgglu' your pardin, sir," said one
of them, with more iMDllteness in his
tones than ho had ever used before,
"Stand by," said the skipiHT.
"Now,, then." shouted the mate,
sharply, "lively lhere! Lively with It!"
The men iMked at each other help
lessly - and went to their posts, as a
scream of dismay arose from the fair
beings below. Who, having Just begun
to W-allze their position, were coming
ou deck to try and Improve It.
"What!" roared the skipper, In pre
tended astonishment; "what! gells
aboard, after all I said. It can't be! I
must be dream lug."
"Take us back," walled the damsels,
Ignoring the sarcasm; "take us back,
"No, I can't go back," said the skip
per. "You see what conies o' disobedi
ence, my gelLs. Lively there on that
'malns'l, d'ye hear?"
"We won't do It again," cried the
girls, as the schooner came to the
mouth of the harlr and they smclled
the dark sea beyond. "Take us back."
"It can't be done," said the Hkipper,
"It's agin the lor, sir," said Epbralra
"Bosh!" wild the skipper; "they're
stowaways, an' I shall put 'cm ashore
at the first port we touch at Ply
mouth." A heartrending series of screams
from the stowaways rounded his sen
tence, screams which gave way to nu
talncd sobbing, as the schooner, catch
ing the wind, U'gan to move through
"You'd liHtcr get below, my gaU,"
saJd Middle, who was the eldest mem
ber of the crew, consolingly.
"Why dou't you make him take us
back?" said Jenny Evans, the biggest
of the three girls, Indignantly.
"Cos wo can't, my dear," said Wddle
reluctantly. "You don't want to see us
put into prlsou, do you?"
"I don't mind," said Miss Evans,
tearfully, "so long as we get back.
George, hike us back."
"I can't," wild Scott, sullenly,
"Well, you can look out for some
body else, then," said Miss Evans, with
temper. "You won't' marry mo. How
much would you get. If you did make
the skipper put back?"
"Very likely six months," said Rid
dle, solemnly. '
"Six months would soon pass away,"
said Miss Evans, briskly, as she wiped
"It would be a rest," said Miss Will
The men not seeing things In quite
the same light, the girls announced
their lutein ion of havln nothing more
to do with them, and crowding together
In the Ikjws tieneath two or throe blan
kets consoled tearfully with each other
on their misfortunes.
Ixtoklnn at nil the circumstances of
the case, the Captain thought It lost to
keep the wheel la hU own hands for a
clme, and dawu found him still at his
Three dispirited girls put their beads
out from their blankets and sniffed dis
dainfully. Then, after an animated dis
cussion, they arose, walked up to the
skipper, and eyed him unfavorably.
' Why, he Isn't any bigger than a
boy," wild Miss Williams, savagely.
"Pity we didn't think of it before,"
said Miss Davies. "I s'pose the crow
won't help him."
"Not they," said Miss Evans, scorn
fully. "If they do, we'll serve them the
They went off, leaving the skipper a
prey to gathering uneasiness, watching
rhelr movements with wrinkled brow.
From the forecastle and the galley they
procured two mops and a broom, and
he caught his breath sharply as Miss
Evans came on deck witli a pot of
white paint In one hand and a pot of
tar in the other.
"Now, girls!" said Miss Evans.
"Put those things down," said the
skipjsT. In a peremptory voice.
"Sha'n't!" said Miss Evans, bluntly;
and with mops dripping tar and paint
on the deck they marched In military
style up to the skipper and halted in
front of him, smiling wickedly.
The heart of the skipper waxed sore
faint within him, and with a wild yell
he summoned lu's trusty crew to his
The crew came on deck slowly, and
casting furtive glances at the scene
pushed Epliralm Kiddle to the front.
"Take those mops away from 'em,'
said the skipper haughtily.
"Don't you Interfere," said Miss
Evans, looking ait them over her shoul
"Else we'll give you some," said Miss
Willla ms bloodthlrstlly.
"Tnlfft thnno mona nwnr from Vm I"
ba.wlcd the skipper, Instinctively draw
lng lwiek as Miss Evans made a pa-ss at
"I don't see as 'ow we can Interfere,
sir," said Kiddle with deep respect.
"What!" said the astonished skipper
"It would be ag'in' the lor for us to
Interfere' with people," said Kiddle,
turning to his mates; "clear ag'in' the
"Don't you talk rubbish," said the
skipper anxiously. "Take 'em away
from 'em. It's my tar anil my paint
"You shall have It," said Miss Evans
"If we touched 'em,' said Kiddle Im
pressively, "lt'd be an assault at lor.
All we can do, sir, Is to stand by and
see fair play."
"Fair play!" cried the skipper, danc
ing with rage, and, turning ha-stily to
the mate, who had just come on the
scene, 'Take those things away from
"I'm not goln' to raJse my hand
against a woman for anybody." said
the mate with decision. "It's no part of
my work to get messed up with tar
and paint from lady passengers."
"It's part of your work to obey
though," said the sklpjHT, raising
voice. "What are you afraid of'"
"Are you going to take us back?"
manded Jenny Evans.
"Uun away," wild the skipper
dignity. "Uun nway."
"I shall ask you three times,"
Miss Evans sternly. "One are you go
ing back? Two are you going back?
In the midst of a breathless silence
she drew within striking distance,
while her allies, taking up a position
on either flank of the enemy, listened
attentively to the Instruction of their
"Ke careful he doesn't catch hold of
the mois," said Miss Evans, "but If he
does the others are to hit hl.ni over the
head with the handles. Never mind
about hurting him."
"Take this wheel a tnliinlt. Jack,"
said the sklpicr, pah; but determined.
The mate came forward and took It
unwillingly, and the skipper, trying
hard to conceal his trepidation, walked
toward Miss Evans and tried to quell
her with his eye. The power of the hu
man eye Is notorious, and Miss Evans
showed her sense of the danger she
ran by making an energetic attempt
to close the skipper's mouth with her
mop, causing liiui to duck with amaz
ing nlmhlcncxs. At the same moment
another mop loaded with white paint
was pushed Into the back of his neck.
He turned with n cry of rage, and then
realizing the odds against Jilm flung
IiIh dignity to the winds and dodged
with the agility of a 'schoolboy.
Through the galley nnd round the
masts with the avenging mom In mad
pursuit, mil It breathless ajid exhausted
he suddenly sprang on to the side and
climbed frantically Into the rigging.
"Coward!" said Miss Evoivs, shaking
her wm)mu at him.
"Come down," cried Miss Williams.
"Come down like a man."
"It's no good wanting time over him,"
said Miss Evans, after another vnln np
peal to the sklpjxT's manhood. "He's
escaped. Get some some more stuff on
The mate, who had been laughing
ImlHterously, checked himself suddenly
and nxtmmed a gravity of demeanor
more In accordance with his position.
The mops were dipped la olemn ill-
once, and Mis Evans, approaching, re-'
garded him significantly.
"Now, my dears," said the mate,
waving his hand with a deprecating
gesture, "dou't be silly."
"Don't what?" Inquired the sensitive
Miss Evans, raising her mop.
"You know what I mean." said the
mate hastily. "1 can't help myself." ,
"Well, we're going to help you," said j
Mihs Evans; "turn the uhlp around."
"You obey orders, Jack," cried the
skipper from aloft.
"It's all very well Tor you Bluing up
there In peace and comfort," said the
unite indignantly. "I am not going to'cusse a subject vital to all, and never
be tarred to pleaae you. Come, down' more timely than now, when the struggle:
and take charge of your ship." i Power, position, wealth and happiness
T vr .i,,tv .tek" ald the skin- absorbing. The text is James iv.,
per. who was polishing his face with a
handkerchief. "They won t touch you.
They're afraid to. They're afraid to."
"You're egging 'em on," cried the
mate wrathfully. "I won't steer; come,
ami take it yourself." , I
He darted behind the wheel as MI.h
Evans, who was getting Impatient,
made a thrust at blin, ami then,
springing out. gained the side and rush-
ed up the rigging after his captain. ,
Kiddle, who was standing close by, I
gazed earnestly at them and took the j
"You won't hurt old Kiddle. I know,"
he said, trying to speak confidently.
"Of course not," said Miss Evans,
"Tar doesn't hurt," explained Miss
"It's good for you," said the third
lady, positively. "One two "
"It's no good." said the mate, as Eph
raim came hurriedly Into the rigging,
"you'll have to give In."
"I'm if I will," said the infuriat
ed skipper. Then an idea occurred to
him, and puckering his face shrewdly
he began to descend.
"All right." he said, shortly, as Miss
Evans advanced to meet him. "I'll go
He took the wheel.. The schooner
came around before the wind, and the
willing crew, letting the sheets go, haul
ed them in again on the port side.
"And now, my lads," said the skip
per, with a benevolent smile, "just
dear that mess up off the deck, and
you may as well pitch them mops over
board. They'll never Is; any good
He qoke carelessly, albeit his voice
trembled a little, but bin heart sank
within him as Miss Evans waved thein
"You stay where you are," she said,.
Imperiously. "We'll throw them over
boardwhen we've done with them.
What did you say, Captain?" ,
The Captain was about to repeat it
with great readiness when MUs Evans
raised her trusty mop. The words died
away on his lips, and after a hopeless
glance from his mate to the crew, and
from the crew to the, rigging, he ae
ceited his defeat and In grim silence
took them home again. Washington
Took His Trunk on Hia Wheel.
Evidently determined to lessen his
expenses for a trip to the shore, an In
genious wheelman pedaled down Wal
nut street early the other morning on
a tandem, the rear seat of which con
tained an ordinary traveling trunk
supported by means of a board fasten
ed to the seat. Comments and smiles
were numerous as the strange-looking
load wetit about, but the cycler wore a
satisfied expression, which showed
that, he was proud of his ingenuity. Ho
got along swimmingly until he reach
ed Second street. In the midst of a
gathering of produce teams the daring
rider tqded about ten Inches of an open
ing. (Jiving an extra spurt he attempt
ed to pass through, evidently forget
ting he had the trunk In the rear. Thero
was a sudden jolt, a crackling noise,
colored language, ami all was over. Ry
a iinlracle the cycler was not hurt, but
was merely thrown among a lot of
splinters which had formerly been a
trunk. In a dazed manner he collected
a lot of shirts, collars, outing suits and
several other essentials to a sporty
time, and, strapping them together,
tied them on the seat again and started
for home. Philadelphia Kecord.
Europe's Oldest Professor.
Samuel Rrassal, the eminent Hun
garian professor, has Just celebrated
the sixtieth anniversary of his advent
to s ient Ific honors. I le Ls t7 years old.
ami is the senior active teacher of
learning In Europe. Through lii un
selfish devotion to the cause of Hun
gary and the purifying of the Magyar
language he has established a firm
place In tho heart? of his countrymen.
Mr. Hraswal lias contributed a number!
of scientific Inventions to the physical
laboratories of his college In Buda-
Pesth, among then, a chronometer with t
which ho watches the standing of the I
sun each day and thus regulates the
town clock. lie ls a great phllanthro-
plst. Most of his money has been giv
en to the advancement of sciences
throughout his land. I
, Halrationlsts to Fight Poverty,
Commander ltooth-Tucker of the Sal
vation Army ls organizing, together
with other leaders, a crusude against
poverty In this country. The plan con
templates the establishment of a
system of social settlements similar to
that In operation In England. Chicago
Is to lie the center of this system, ami
Its boundary Is to bo the United States.
Colonies are to be established where
temporary work will be offered to
every Idle mnn. Spacious tenement
houses are to tie provided t.tider arjny
I'rcelveil by Appearance!
"Willie," shouted the Irate father,
"didn't I warn you not to eat any more
"I didn't eat no cucumliers. I'm to ba
the contortionist In the clrcua what
we're goln' to r-1vo In the barn." Do
trolt Free Pre.
Not a cue of necessity A dear case.
LIFE WORTH LIVING.
IT IS A LIFE FOR GOD AND A
LIFE FOR OTHERS.
Rev. Dr. Tilmage Shows How a Money
Getting and a Worldly Life la a
Lamentable Failure The Life that
0enn Into Kternity.
0nr Weekly Sermon
ln this sermon Kev. Dr. Talmage dis
i t, nut is your me:
If we leave to the evolutionists to guess
where we came from and to the theologi
ans to prophesy where we are going to, we
still have left for consideration the im-
poi.t.iUt fact that we ure here. There
,u:ly be some doubt about where the river
rises and vent- doubt about where the
river empties, but there can be no doubt
about the fact that we are sailing on it.
So 1 am not surprised that everybody
asks the question, "Is life worth living'
, loinou-in his unhappy mo.. t '
Vanity," "vexation of spirit
are his estimate. The fact u
that Solomon was at one time a polyga
mic, and that soured his disposition. One
I wife makes a man happy. More than one
makes him wretched. Kilt Solomon was
converted from polygamy to monogamy,
nnd the last words lie ever wrote, us far
las we can read them, were the words
"mountains of spices." Hut Jeremiah
nays ins life is wortl. living, in a noon
supposed to be doleful and lugubrious and
sepulchral and entitled "Lamentations"
he plainly intimates that the blessing of
merely living is so great and grand a
blessing that thought a man have piled
on him all misfortunes and disasters he
has no right to complain. The ancient
prophet cries out in startling intonation
to all lands nnd to all centuries, "Where
fore doth a living man complain''
A diversity of opinion in our time as
well as in olden time. Here is a young
man of light hair and blue eyes and sound
digestion, and generous salary and happily
affianced and on the way to become a
partner in a commercial firm of which he
is an important clerk. Ask him whether
life is worth living. He will laugh in your
face and say, "Yes, yes, yes!" He.'e is a
man who has come to the forties. He is
at the tiptop of the hill of life. Every
step has been a stumble and a bruise
The people he trusted have turned out
deserters, and the money he has honestly
made he has been cheated out of. His
nerves are out of tune. He has poor :ip
petite, and the food he does eat does not
assimilate. Forty miles climbing up the
hill of life have been to him like elimbiu
the Matterhorn, and there are forty miles
yet to go down, and descent is always
more dangerous than ascent. Ask him
whether life is worth living, and he will
drawl out in shivering and lugubrious
and appalling negative, "No, no, no!"
How are we to decide this matter right
eously and intelligently? You will find
the name man vacillating, oscillating in
his opinion from dejection to exuberance,
and if he be very mercurial in his tem
perament it will depend very much on
which way the wind blows. If the wind
blow from the northwest and you ask
bim, he will say "Yes," and if it blow
from the northeast and you ask him he
will say "No." How are we then to get
the question righteously answered? Sup
pose we call all nations together in a great
convention on eastern or western hemi
sphere and let all those who are m the
affirmative say "Aye" and all those who
are in the negative say "No." While there
would bo hundreds of thousands who
would answer in the affirmative, there
would he more millions who would an
swer in the negative, and because of the
greater number who have sorrow nnd mis
fortune and trouble the "Noes" would
have it. The answer I shall give will be
different from either, and yet it will com
mend itself to all who hear me this day as
the right answer. If you ask me, "Is life
worth living?" I answer, "It all depends
upon the kind of life you live."
In the first place, I remark that a life
of mere money getting is always a failure
because you will never get as much as
you want. The poorest people in this
country are the millionaires. Thero is not
a scissors grinder on the streets of New
York or Krooklyn who is so anxious to
make money as these men who have piled
up fortunes year after year in storehous
es, in Government securities, in tenement
houses, in whole city blocks. You ought
to see them jump when they hear the fire
bell ring. You ought to see th-.'in in their
excitement when a hank explodes. You
ought to see their ngitution when there is
' proposed a reformation in the tarilT. Their
nerves tremble like harp strings, but no
1 music in the vibration. They read the
reports from Wall street in the morning
: with a concernment th.'.t threatens pnraly-
i sis or apoplexy, or, more probably, they
have a telegraph or a telephone in their
own house, so they catch every breatj
of change in the money market. 1'lie dis
ease of accumulation has eaten into them
eaten into their heart, into their lungs,
,,lt0 l,"'ir spleen, into their liver, into
Chemists have sometimes analyzed the
human body, and they say it is so much
magnesia, so much lime, so much chlorate
of potassium. If some Christian chemist
would analyze one of these tin-ineial behe
moths, he would find he is made tip of cop
per and gold and silver and zinc and lead
nnd coal and iron. That is not n life worth
living. There are too many earthquakes
In it, too many agonies In it, too many
perditions in it. They build their castles,
and they open their picture galleries, and
they summon prima donnas, and they of
fer every inducement for hatmincsa to
t"1"1-' "'"1 "ve 'here, but happiness will
not come, i ney senu rootmanod nnd pos
tilioned equipage to bring her. She will
not ride to 1heir door. They send prince
ly escort. She will not take his arm.
They make their gateways triumphal
nrcheg. She will not ride under tlieiu.
They set a golden throne before a golden
plate. She tnms away from the banquet.
They call to her from upholstered bal
cony. She will not listen, Mark you, this
is the failure of those who have had large
, Worldly Failure.
And then yon must take into considera
tion that the vast majority of those who
make the dormant Idea of life money get
ting fall far short of affluence. , It is esti-
mated that only about two out of a hnn
1 dred business men have anything worthy
' the name of success. A mnn who ipcnds
bis life wltb the one dominant idea of
financial accumulation spends a life not
So the idea of worldly approval. If Unit
be dominant in a man s life, he is miser
able. Every four years the two most un
fortunate men in this country are the two
men nominated for the Presidency. The
reservoirs of abuse and diatribe and male
diction gradually till up, gallon above gal
lon, hogshead above hogshead, and about
midsummer these two reservoirs will be
brimming full, and a hose will be attached
to eai h one, and it will play away ou these
nominees, and they will have to stand it
and take the alm.se, and the falsehood,
and the caricature, and the anathema,
nnd the caterwauling, and t he tilth, and
they will be rolled in it and rolk-d over
and over in it until they are'chVked and
submerged and strangulated, and at every
sign of returning consciousness they will
be barked at by all the hounds of political
parties from ocean to ocean. And yet
there are a hundred men to-day struggling
for that privilege, and there are thou
sands of men who are helping them in
the struggle. Now, that is nota life
worth living. You can get slandered and
abused cheaper than that.' Take it on a
smaller scale. Do not be so ambitious to
have a whole reservoir rolled over on you.
Itut what jou see in the matter of high
political preferment you see in every com
munity in the struggle for what is called
social position. Tens of thousands of peo
ple trying to get into that realm, and f.iey
are under terrific tension. What is social
position? It is a difficult thing to define,
but we all know what it is? Good morals
and intelligence are not necessary, nut
wealth, or a show of wealth, is -abs iluteiy
indispensable. There are men to-day as
notorious for their libertinism as the night
is famous for its darkness who move in
what is called high social position. There
are hundreds of out and out rakes in
American society whose names ace men
tioned among the distinguished gicsts at
the great levees. They have anicxid all
the known vices and are looking lor other
worlds of diabolism to conquer. Good
morals are not necessary iu many of the
exalted circles of society.
Neither is intelligence necessary. You
find in that realm men who would not
know an adverb from an adjective if they
met it a hundred times iu a day, and who
could not write a letter of acceptance or
regret without the aid of a secretary.
They buy their libraries by the square
yard, only anxious to have the binding
Itussian. Their ignorance is positively
sublime, making English grammar al
most disreputable, and yet the finest par
lors open before them. Good morals and
intelligence are not necessary, but wealth
or a show of wealth is positively indis
pensable. It does not make any diffri
euce how you got your weidth, if you only
got it. The best way for you to get into
social position is for you to buy a large
amount on credit, then put your property
in your wife's name, have a few preferred
creditors and then make an assignim -nt.
Then disappear from the community ;l
the breeze is over and come back aud s.,i.i
in the same business. Do you not see
how beautifully that will put out all the
people who are in competition with you
and trying to make an honest living
How quickly it will get you into high so
cial position! What is the use of toiling
forty or fifty years when you can by two-
or three bright strokes make a great for
tune? Ah, my friends, when you really
lose your money how quickly they will let
you drop, and the higher you get the hard
er you will drop.
Tortnre at a Premium,
There are thousands to-day in that
realm who are anxious to keep in it.
There are thousands in that realm who
are nervous for fear they will fall out of
it, and there are changes going on every
year and every month and every hour
which invoke heartbreaks that are never
reported. High social life is constantly in
a flutter about the delicate question as to
whom they shall let in and whom they
shall push out, and the battle is going on
pier mirror against pier mirror, chande
lier against chandelier, wine cellar against
wine cellar, wardrobe against wardrobe,
equipage against equipage. Uncertainty
and insecurity dominant in that realm,
wretchedness enthroned, torture at a pre
mium and a life not worth living.
A life of sin, a life of pride, a life of
indulgence, a life of worldliness, a life
devoted to the world, the flesh and the
devil, is a failure, a dead failure, an in
finite failure. I care not how many pres
ents you send to that cradle or how many
garlands you send to that grave, you need
to put right under the name on the tomb
stone this inscription: "Better for that
man if he had never been born."
But I shall show you a life that is worth
living. A young man says: "I am here.
I am not responsible for my ancestry.
Others decided that. I am not responsible
for my temperament. God gave me that.
But here I am, iu the evening of the nine
teenth century, at 20 years of age. I am
here, and I must take an account of stock.
Here I have a body which is a divinely
constructed engine. I must put it to the
very best use, and I must allow nothing
to damage this rarest of machinery. Two
feet, and they mean locomotion; two eyes,
and they mean capacity to pick out my
oivn way; two ears, and .they are tele
phones of communication with all the out
side world, and they mean capacity to
catch sweetest music and the voices of
friendship, the very best music; a tongue,
with almost infinity of articulation. Yes,
hands with which tot welcome or resist oi1
lift or smite the wave or bless hands to
help myself and help others.
Here is a world which after (1,00(1 years
of battling with tempest aud accident is
still grander than any architect, human
or angelic, could have drafted. I have two
lamps to light me, a golden lanm nnd a
silver lamp a golden lamp set on the
sapphire mantel of the day, a sd,er lamp
set on the jet mantel of the night. Yen, I
have that at "0 years of age which defies
all inventory of valuables a soul, with
capacity to choose or reject, to rejoice or
to suffer, to love or to hale, Plntj says it
is immortal. , Seneca says it is immortal.
Cont.icins'says It is immortal. An old
book among the family relics a book with
leathern cover almost worn out and pages
almost obliterated by oft perusal joins
the other books in saying I nm immortal.
1 have eighty years for a lifetime, sixty
years yet to live. I may not live an hour,
'but, then, I must lay out my plans intel
ligently and for a long life. Sixty years
nilded to the twenty I have aires ly lived
that will bring me trt 80. 1 must remem
ber th.it these eighty years are only a
brief preface to the five hundred thou
Kiiiiu trillion "C qijiui.illioiis of years
h'n h will be my chief residence and ex
isi.ce. Now, I understand my opportu
nities and my responsibilities. If there Is
nny being in the universe all wise and all
beneficent who can help a man In such a
juncture, I want him. The old book
found among the family relics tells hie
there Is a God, and that for the sake of
his son, one Jemni, he will give help to
man. To him I uppeul. God help wel
Here I have sixty year yet to do for my
nclf and to do for others. I must develop
this body by all industries, by all gym
nastics, by all sniishine, by all freh air,
by all good habits, and this soul 1 must
have swent ami garnished and illumined
and glorified by all that I can do for it and
all that I can get God to do for it. It shall
be a Luxembourg of fine pictures. It
shall be an orchestra of grand harmonies..
It shall be a palace for God and righteous
ness to reign in. I wonder how many
kind words I can utter iu the next sixty
years? I will try. I wonder how many
good deeds I can do in the next sixty
years? I will try. God help me!
The Hicht Direction.
That young man enters life, He is buf
feted, he is tried, he is perplexed. A grave
opens on this side, and a grave opens on
that side. He falls, but he rises again.
He gets into a hard battle, but be gets the
victory. The main course of his life is ini
the right direction. He blesses everybody
he comes ia contact with. God forgives
his mistakes and makes everlasting.record
of his holy endeavors, and at the close of
it God --ays to him: "Well done, good and
faithful servant. Enter into the joy or
thy Lord." My brother, my sister, I do
not care whether that man dies at -30, 40,
f.0, (iO, 70 or 80 years of age.' You can
chisel right under his name on the tomb
stone these words: "His life was worth
Amid the hills of New Hampshire in
olden times there sits a mother. There are
six children in the household four boys
and two girls. Small farm. Very rough,
hard work to coax a living out of it.
Mighty tug to make the two ends of the
year meet. The boys go to school in win
ter and work the farm in summer. Moth
er is the chief presiding spirit. With her
hands she knits all the stockings for the
little feet, and she is the mantua maker
for the boys, and she is the milliner for
the girls. There is only one musical in
strument In the house the spinning
wheel. The food is very plain, but it is
always well provided. The winters are
very cold, but are kept out by. the blan
kets she quilted. On Sunday, when she
appears in the village church, her chil
dren around her, the minister looks down
and is reminded of the Bible description
of a good housewife, "Her children arise
up and call her blessed; her husband also,
and he praiseth her."
Some years go by, and the two oldest
boys want a collegiate education, and the ,
household economies are severed, and the
calculations are closer, and until those
two boys get their education there is a -hard
battle for bread. One of the3e boys
enters the university, stands in a pulpit
widely influential and preaches righteous
ness, judgment and temperance, and thou
sands during his ministry are blessed. The
other lad who got the collegiate educa
tion goes into the law and thence into leg
islative halls, and after awhile he com
mands listening senates as he makes a
plea for the downtrodden and the outcast.
One of the younger boys becomes a mer
chant, starting at the foot of the ladder,
but climbing on up until his success and
his philanthropies are recognized all over
the land. The other son stays at home
because he prefers farming life, and then
he thinks he will be able to take care ot
father and mother when they get old.
Of the two daughters, when the war
broke out one went through the hospitals
of Pittsburg Landing and Fortress Mon
roe, cheering up the dying and the home
sick and taking the last message to kin
dred far away, so that every time Christ
thought of her he said as of old, "The
same is my sister and mother." The other
daughter has a bright home of her own,
aud in the afternoon, the forenoon having
been devoted to her household, she goes
fonth to hunt up the sick and to encourage
the discouraged, leaving smiles and bene
diction all along the way.
But one day there start five telegrams
from the village for these five absent ones,
saying: "Come. Mother is dangerously
ill." But before they can be ready to start
they receive another telegram, saying:
"Come, Mother is dad." The old neigh
bors gather iu the old farmhouse to do
the hist offices of respect, but as that
farming son, and the clergyman, and the
senator, and thenerchant, and the two
daughters stand By the casket of the dead
mother taking the last look or lifting their
little children to see once more the face
of dear old grandma 1 want to ask that
group around the casket one question,
"Do yon really think her life was worth
living?" A life for God, a life for others,
a life of unselfishness, a useful life, a
Christian life, is always worth living.
Banking Methods in French Banks.
We had to make our way through a
crowd occupying a large room or small
hall in which business was conducted.
This hall was filled with people, some
of whom were there to look after their
own or other people's affairs, nnd others
who had obviously dropped In or a cas
ual chat. Almost all were smoking
cigarettes, an amusement which they
shared with a good .many of the bank
clerks. When we got through this crowd
my friend and host presented his check
at a gulchet. The man behind the gul
chet gave him a metal disk stamped
with a number. Armed with this my
friend made bis way to another gulcuet,
behind which stood not a clerk but an
ordinary porter, wearing the livery ot
the bank. This porter has his hands
full of similar metal disks. After a
weary waiting he called out the num
bersay, three hundred and two on
my friend's disk.
Then my friend advanced, Identified
his check by nnotber number obtained
at the first gulchet and then received
his money, not In the currency or form
which he had wished for, but In such
shape as the porter had at hand to dis
pense from the authorities above him.
Then "some of the notes being only lo
cally negotiable, my friend had to go
to a third gulchet to see If they could bo
changed into negotiable rotes. On oc
casions thus Is Impossible, and the un
fortunate holder of the check has either
lo leave part of the money he has come
for until a favorable opportunity or ac
cept w hat he can get on he chance of
paying it away, or getting It changed,
or both, with some of his tradespeople.
Beyond this there Is no clearing house
system; each bank makes a charge for
cnshl',r a check on another bank, nnd
these charges practically swallow op
the tiny amount of Interest nomlna.y
allowed on a constant balance. And
this ls how the daily routine of banking
Is conducted In the first bank ot Mar
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