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* , MTCftNATIONAl' RftCSS ASSOCIATION* I CHAPTER XIV.—fCoHTWBiftl “When my grandfather died hl» will provided that hi* two orphan nieces, Flora and myself, should be brought up alike on the family estate and receive the same education. He also arranged that my Aunt Marcia should remain with me. Ho never loved me, but he was a Just man. Had he known the tortur ing life before me, I doubt not he would' have made better provision for the child of his eldest son. My Aunt Pa mella—but, no, I will not describe her. The bitterness of childish feelings come back through all these years. I^et her actions tell you how hurd and pitiless she could be. She disliked me the,roughly. She hated m> mother for coming Into the family without a for tune to add to Its grandeur, and dally and hourly I was made to feel the In feriority of my position to that of her darling Flora, whoso comfortable in come lay accumulating In the banks. Childhood 1* light-hearted und elastic, so I did not feel this persecu tion as my helpless Aunt Marlca did. Often have I wondered to see her with flashing eyes tearing around our hum ble little room in the upper story, like a wild beast In it* fury, vowing ven geance with a terrible earnestness that frightened me even then. She loved me so much that every slight to ine was a thousand-fold worse than open Insult to herself. It was a hard life, and grew worse as I advanced toward maiden hood. It was very Injudicious, but na tural, that Aunt Marlca 3hould teach me to look forward to some time in the future, when I should triumph over my persecutors. How I remember her gloating over my fair face as a means of lifting us away from our woeful lifo! And how she encouraged my efforts In my studies, glorying in my prowciency ^ibove Flora, whose abundant pleasures diverted her attention. At length a drawing master came lo tench us. It wat your father. Walter, and with hla coming dawned a new ex istence for me. He penetrated the thin veil of affectation that hid Flora’s sel fish. frivolous heart, and turned away the moment his duties were over. It was not so with me; he lingered by my side after our pencils had been laid • way. He Joined me in my rambles. He shared every pleasant hour I knew. He was bo kind I thought I could never repay him. Perhaps out of gratitude love was born; but I loved him as a true, warm-hearted woman loves but once In a lifetime. No wonder what Is left of me la called cold and Icy. 1 thought earth held no brighter joy when he whispered his declaration of love. My aunt had watched us with lynx-eyed vigilance. She said only that I must keep it secret when I went to her with my new-found happiness. “At that time the house was throng ed with company, among whom was the Hon. Mr. Conmore. then the pre sumptive Lord Collinwood. and his brother Arthur. Regard for appear ances prevented my Aunt Pamelia from following her wishes and exclud ing me from the drawing-rooms, and so it happened Arthur Conmore be came interested In me, and showed a flattering preference for my society. 1 told it to my Aunt Marcia, with a girl’s foolish pride of conquest, but said lightly my duty to Paul required 1 should repulse him. My aunt’s eyes sparkler], I will not stay to tell how she worked upon my vanity and pride, my evil, revengeful feelings, till I had promised to bring Arthur Conmore to my feet, and keep him there until she gave me leave to dismiss him. All 1 thought about was to Bhow Flora 1 was not so Insignificant as she thought. Poor, giddy moth. I wss fluttering around the candle of my destruction. The flrat I knew I was literally engag ed to two peraona. My aunt hushed ray alarm and promised to bring me safely out of the difficulty. Meanwhile my Ire was kept uflame by the supercilious speeches of Flora, who aneeriugly told me one day that tf Arthur t'onmore would condescend to marry me she would persuade his brother, to whom she was engaged, to allow us. when he became laird Poll In wood, enough In come to keep us from starvation. Nerd I explain how such talk operated on tke mind of a sensitive, high-spirited gtrl, brought up ns I had been'* Alas I vm ready to )oia with my aunt, an I long fur some misfortune to came lu place bee bsaeatb my feet, I still nw itaxed la see Paul aad loved h»m even more paostoaately than SI fend II* thought my eiexsts for my frequent tides with Mr. Poamure natural enough aell knowing k»w little I wa< my owa mietreee sad la less! wsa alien kept away ftom ant ktsuseP fey tbs Hon Me. CMasts. aha had taken t great faaey ta him after seeing ahai aa excellent spue toman ho eaa, ami they were often aaay after game My A sat Mare la watehed evecyt»lag nil! the atari sys of lave aad tbo tsaveaatai v igttaaee of feato Mho cam# * » am owe May repeatias a eaavecisitaa aa# hai overheard betaeea my Anal FaamUs gaul Flora It e*at l> maddened am I vooed If sear vengeance lay Ut mi mj | sesM Mbs a Tfees eae said wttl mu salmtaas. (V I eaa see aaa lev g«r nja karamf smethertag tbo hew aaabot shod Ima ba i oat ste Ittampl of year kb solent, haughty relatives, who broke the heart of your sweet mother, and, if they could, would break yours too.! " 'Tell me what It Is,’ I demanded fiercely. " ‘Only this,’ replied she—‘you have unbounded Influence over Paul Kirk land. He goes often to shoot on the cliff that overhangs (be lake, and he who Is soon to be Lord Collin wood al ways accompanies. Bid him go to morrow; there shall be a duck on the water. Tell him to say, “Come, Con more, step upon the rock and let us ece how close you can fire!” Only that, Eleanor, and nil your wishes will he accomplished.' "Oh, my children, my children, here was my sin. 1 asked her not a word; I meant to shut out the responsibility of knowing what were her Intentions. I never dreamed they were so terrible, but I knew It was something wrong. I knew it, I knew It, but I would not harken to the voice of conscience. I went straight to Paul, while the fever of anger glowed in my veins. Oh, pity my undying remorse! Walter, his son, and Eleanor, child of mine! I used his love for me to ruin him forever. I gave him the long-refused kiss; I let him clasp my hand In his, and then asked my boon—to decoy his noble friend to the rock upon the clifr, and challenge him to fire. Paul seemed to wonder, but with his unbounded confidence In me ho refused to question me—said something about mistrusting I wanted to win a wager, and promised readily. We parted, Paul and I, gaily and lov ingly. Oh, Heaven, that parting—It was for life! Was It for eternity also?" CHAPTER XV. ronv it 1« e d for preath. El e a n o r sprang for the cor dial, and Walter held the glass to her lips. The spasm passed, and both besought her to re frain from further recital, but, per sisting, she continued: "I parted from Paul and from peace of mind forever. The next day I heard her betrothed give Flora a light kiss, ami say in his cheery voice, Tm off for a little sport with Kirkland on the cliff.’ With a vague, uneasy forebod ing, I went about my usual routine, ; startled by a strange fear to And my aunt had been absent since into the midnight. Three hours after, and I heard a sudden outcry on the lawn. I flew to the window. There was a crowd of servants around a hastily impro vised litter. Horror-stricken, I ran down the stairs, passing Flora in the hall. ’•Just Heaven! it was Mr. Conmore’s bruised and mangled corpse. I heard ; old Roger, the gardner, explaining to S the frightened crowd. ’I was gather j iug herbs,’ said he, ‘and I see the : whole. Miss Marcia sent for me. I see i the honorable gentleman step onto the rock with his gun raised, when down came the rock, tearing along and striking on those ugly rocks below. I knew he must be dead before I got to him. It’s strange; I’ve been on the rock many a time, and it was us Arm as it could be; but I s'pose that last rain loosened it somewhat. Oh, how white and dead like poor Master Kirk land was when he got to him! “Dead, dead!’’ said he, and putting his hands to his head he fell back in a dead faint himself. They've carried him to his uuniutup'iiuiini "I did not wait to lieur l-'lora's ! shrieks, but crept track to my room. There sat toy Aunt Marcia, singing 1 softly a war hymn. "‘Are you cra*>?' cried I. Ito you know what has happened?' ••'1 know that Arthur Oonmore, to whom you aiv engaged, will he t’ollln wiaid soon,’ answered she exultlngly. "1 hung m> -elf upon the floor In Ihe abandonment of terror from the guilty I light that burst upon me. ‘Aunt, aunt.’ | .tied I. 'arc you. and I, and Paul, his 1 murder.-, s?' "Aha laughed Strange that I did got ! see then It was a maniac's glee? '‘'Annabel' said she. 'you must obey iu«* now. or h< loai. I shall go to Paul Kirkland an.l tell him you wish lo see him no more that you are engaged lo another You moat write It fur me to carry iw him * " tllye up Paul * .-rled I. Newer setae?' ** Annabel' aaid who, steraly. 'all my life I hare worksJ Iw this your • •ah seutlmeaia sha f wot hath me new Think wf year m tr derod mother of your wuu hard M «f the insults and ladtgulllew heaped syos ua and he strung aa aa ayragec * “ I .-saaui dye without P*u'. m-saa ed I Puoi“ answered sha. ha. wo* her stoached teeth y«u shall* ih yew net see there la we ■ has. a fur eueh a uwew * lie heileyew yew * silty of nt hr this miwwte In. you thluk three gnu' I Is* any yma fue >«u as Ms stht I tail you you would he wret h«d yworwwlf and drag him with tow lata the getf wf misery.' It wwa a wew thought wad It asst heme tw m> heart tiha a p-.* -ed sr row I writhed there wgoa the toe* tw the agenj of my grtsl. «he loo hod an pitilessly, for her hate was so Hero* and strong it o’ermaatered the tender ness of love. Then she held up tho only hope that was left—the glittering con^ net—the noble name of Lady Collin wood. Weary and hopeless in my de spair, I let her have her way. Con gratulating myself that the worst he thought of me, the more hope there was for his future hspplness, I wrote my note to Paul. My aunt came back telling me hs sent only this *rord ts me—that he should fly from ths coun try, and If he could, escape from re membrance of hope and me. I knew now by his narrative, how he changed his name, and in India married a good young girl, who loved him without his seeking her favor, but died when her son eras born—how he was shfp-wreck ed on the desolate island, and In the inscrutable ways of Providence loved and educated my lost daughter. For me, I married Lord Collinwood, for his father died scarcely a month after his eldest son. Me was a noble creature and a tender husband, but he bad a heavy grief to bear, for he knew the Icy veil that lay on my heart. I would not be a hypocrite—I could not return his caresses. I loathed myself when I endured them passively; I hated my solf as I came to gain a name for ex emplary rectitude, which the shrinking heart within me knew to be a whited sepulchre. O, heavens the sufferings I have endured, and kept, a smiling, calm outside! I had not even the poor consolation of my aunt’s sympathy. The very day after my marriage she gave unmistakable signs of insanity, and she died a raving maniac. My hus band died too, and, horrible as it may seem, it was an intense relief to be free from the need of dissembling. I ad mired, respected, reverenced him, and was thankful that he was taken from so false and unworthy a nartner from so hollow and loveless a life. “In after years I grew to ponder upon the fate of Paul, until It grew to bo a morbid craving to make some atonement to him or Ills children, If he had them. I caused numerous secret Inquiries, and found at last that he had sailed for India. To India—on pre text of settling some property of my husband's there—I went In my broth er-in-law's ship the only son left of the hapless family—the present Lord Collinwood, I mean. I found no trace of Paul beyond his arrival and depart ure with a son. TO IIS COXTIXOID. I THE UNSEEN LITTER. Dirt In tlio Hltcheii That the House wife N«f«r lleholil*. Mrs. Lynn Linton does not Ike the. "litter that is never seen.” She says: "Out of sight, too, the dirty cook stows away her unwashed saucepans and her encumbered plates, so that the lady's eyes shall not light upon them when she comes Into the kitchen to give or ders for to-day’s dinner. Out of sight they are beyond knowledge; and unless the lady be one of the old-fashioned kind—one who turns up the down turned potB and pans and peers into dresser drawers, to find clean clothes and soiled—washleatbers as black ns ink and half loaves of stale bread—rot ten apples and moldy lemons—silver spoons and rusty knives, all in higgle dy-piggledy together, she will know nothing of the welter of waste, dirt and untidiness reigning in her kitchen. It is all out of sight, and, for the most part, out of mind, too, with the cook, if necessarily out of the lady's knowl edge—those Roentgen rays we know of not yet having become general detect ives to proclaim the hidden state of closed drawers.” The Heat Mother. In a herdic the other day a manly little fellow got tip from his seat by the door and moved down to the other end to make place for a one-legged gentleman whose crutch would have made havoc of dainty dresses. “Thank you, my son ’ said the old fellow. "You have a good mother.” “Best ever was," was the smiling response of the little fellow, as he raised his hat and then took the fare to put In the box. That was a boy in a thousand, and his stock ings were darned at the knee and the hern let out of his short knee-pants, so that riches had nothing to do with It. One must think sometimes, when riding in public conveyances, that good mothers" are a scarce article, or • better boya.“ boys with improved manners, would be more frequently met with. Washington Star, flHfht the »•**« «■*•!••• u«-. 1‘ink cheeks arc much better obtained with exercise than with <osmetic* If a girl tloen not wish to uiqiear at th* breakfast table with a pale sallow face she should go out Into the fresh morn tag sir and take a short, brisk walk Itmig* will supply ihiaplnknes*. but the morning sun has a cruel ways how lag up the effects of rouge Sunlight Is a splendid < oamrtlc Seek th* sunlight Is the advUc of all present-day hyglet, tsta l*n»l*nta ®u th* auany aid* si the hospital ward recover Th* suntan who always walks on Ike sunny side ut the Mr«#t otsllives her shade seeking staler by ten rear* Sleep m rsnmi whet* th* sub ha* shed hts rayg alt day a tin** tHfi'isii. *a Kaadshmsa and aa interna* girl *< a state hail wsf* ta1**** uvs* same af the people **•**•» th* tot met sold Thai t* land H w h* has pist passed llavw »*u met him*** t-fap,' was tips *aaw*r sad I Ihowghl Vo* ritnswh dull * “Y*« »utprtM am II* la *a* <a! th* nut hrtlltaat tight* *f «ur ssivtc* ' H*alty **• r* iurw*d th* Imttau girl "The* it ta my turn la ha *urprt*ad Ilia light gfc k*«*d aa wh«a ha talked with m* that I at him daw* aa aa* of yawl TALM AWE'S SEKJ10K. "GOSPEL FARMING" SUBJECT OF SUNDAY'S DISCOURSE. Fr»m Ik* Tut “I th* Tra* via* “4 *F Father 1* th* Huibandmaa” *AY: J— riowlag aad Sawing w* Mag Itaag th* Oao« Thing* — HIS last summer, having goas in different directions over between five and six thousand alien of harvest Aside, I can hardly open my Bible without ereelllng the breath of new mown hay and see ing the golden light of the wheat Aeld. And when I open Ar Bible to take my text, the Scripture leaf rustles like the tassels of the corn. We were nearly all of us born In the country. We dropped corn In the hill, and went on Saturday to the mill, ty ing the grist In the center of the aack so that the contents on either side the horse balanced each other; and drove J lbs cattle afleld, our bare foet wet with the dew, and. rode the horses with the ! halter to the brook until we fell off, end hunted the mow for nests until the feathered occupants went cackling away. We were nearly all of us born la the country, and all would have stayed there had not some adventur- , wu» iuu on n is vacation come Dark with better clothes and softer hands, and aet the whole village on fire with ambition for city life. So wc all un derstand rustic allusions. The Bible , U full of them. In Christ's sermon on the Mount you could see the full- j blown lilies and the glossy back of the crow's wing as It files over Mount Oil- | iit; David and John, Paul and Isaiah ' nd In country life a source of fre quent Illustration, while Christ in the text takes the responsibility of calling God a farmer, declaring, "My rather 1 la the husbandman." Noah was the first farmer. We say nothing about Cain, the tiller of tho •oil. Adam was a gardener on a largo scale, but to Noah was given nil tho acres of the earth. Klisha was an ag- ' rtculturlst, not cultivating a ten-acro lot, for wo find him plowing with twelve yoke of oxen. In Bible times the land was so plenty and the tnhabl- 1 tanta so few that Noah was right when ; he gave to every inhabitant a certain ] portion of land; that land. If culti vate J, ever after to be bis own posses sion. Just as In Nebraska tho United States Government on payment of |lfl years ago gave pre-emption right to 160 acres to any man who would settlu Ihere and cultivate the soil. All classes of people were expected ta cultivate ground except ministers of re-1 llgton. It was supposed that they would have their time entirely occu pied with their own profession, al though I am told that sometimes min isters do plunge so deeply into world llnees that they remind one of what Thomas Fraser said In regard to a man in his day who preached very wall, but lived very ill: “When he is out of the pulpit, it is a pity he should •ver go Into It, and when he Is in the pulpit it Is a pity he should ever come out of It." They were not small crops raised In those times, for though the arts were rude, the plow turned up very rich ■oil, and barley, and cotton, and flax, and all kinds of grain came up at the call of the harvesters. Pliny tells of one stalk of grain that had on it be tween three and four hundred ears. The rlvera and the brooks, through ar tificial channels, were brought down to the roots of the corn, and to this habit of turning a river wherever it was wanted, Solomon refers when he says: "The king’s heart is In the hand of the uora, anu no lurnrui u at, me rivers oi water are turned, whithersoever he Will.” The wild beaats were caught, and then a hook was put Into their nose, and then they were led ov>r the fle’.d. and to that God refers when he Hays to wicked Sennacherib: "I will put a book In thy noae and I will bring thee back by the way which thou earnest.'’ And God has a hook In every bad man's Bose, whether It be Nebuchadnezzar or Abab or Herod. He may think blmself very Independent, but some time In hta life, or In tbe hour of his death, be will And that tbe Lord Almighty baa a hook In hU noae. This was tbe rule In regard to tbe culture of the ground: 'Thou ehalt not plow with an oi and an asa to gather,” Illustrating the folly of ever putting Intelligent and useful and pli able men la association with the stub born and tb* unmanageable. The vast majority of trouble* In the church** and la reformatory Institutions comes from lho disregard of thla command of th# laird. Thou shall not plow with an oi and an aoo together .'* Thor* were largo amounts of prop orty laveotod in eattlo. Tho Moabite* paid 100.000 sheep as an annual las Job hod T.000 sheep, 1 000 come;*. Mu yoke of oaea Th* Urn* of trlntog* was ushered In with mirth and mu* ■ Tbs cluatsr* of th* »la* nor* put Into (go wtao pisos, and thou It* mew would get into tho preee and tramp!* i Mt the Juice from the grep* until their ! |*rmeat* were saturated with th* *»*• , ga had hoeetB* th* emblem* of I glaughter t'hrtst himeetf wounded | watt I eusoewd with th* blood of #ru*» ' liwk. m ah tag use of thto al.uatoa whew the gaoollon was aahod “Whor* | fat* art thou red ta th«a* apparel and thy gorwMat* Ith* oae who treadoth the J wtao t«r H« roopoaded I has# Wed dsn tho wtao pro** blown" In all ago* thor* ban hcoa great haour paid to ag -- ills** Ao'SO atghth* of tho pospt* t* •'**! p| are Otoe I ptea of tho phew * ' or an. sot to strong ta ptwportMn no H is supported by an athletic and In dustrious yeomanry. So long ago an before the fall of Carthage, Strabo wrote twenty-eight books on agricul ture; Hesiod wrote a poem on the aama subject—"The Weeks and Days.” Cato was prouder of his work on husbandry than of all hla mlitary conquest*. But 1 must not be tempted Into a discus sion ef agricultural conquests. Stand ing amid the harvests and orchards and vineyards of the Bible, and stand ing amid the harvests and orchards and vineyards of our own country— larger harvests than have over befoie bona gathered—I warn to run out-t*k analogy between the production of crops and the growth of grace In the soul—all these sacred writers making use of that analogy. In the first place, I remark, In grace as In the fields, there must be a plow. That which theologians call convic tion Is only the plow-ehsre turning up the sins that have been rooted and matted In the soul. A farmer eald to hie Indolent son: "There are a hun dred dollars burled deep In that field." The son went to work und plowed the field from fence to fence, and he plow ed It very deep, and then complained that he had not found the money; but when the crop had been gather ed and sold for a hundred dollars more than any pre-'loua year, then the young man took the hint as to what hla father meant when he aald there were a hundred dollars burled down In that field. Deep plowing for a crop Deep plowing for a aoul. He who makes light of sin will nevsr amount to anything In the church or In the world. If a man speaks of sin as though It were an Inaccuracy or a mis take, instead of the loathesome, abominable, consuming, and damning thing that God hates, that man will never yield a harvest of usefulness. When I was a boy I plowed a field wiih a team of spirited horses. I plowed It very quickly. Once in a while I passed over some of the sod without turning It, but 1 did not Jerk hncit the nlow with its rattling de vices. I thought it made no differ ence. After awhile my father came along and said: "Why, this will never do; this isn’t plowed deep enough; there you have missed this and you have missed that.” And he plowed it over again. The difficulty with a great many people Is that they are only scratched with conviction when the subsoil plow of God's truth ought to be put in up to the beam. My word is to all Sabalh school teachers, to all parents, to all Chris tian workers—Plow deep! Plow deep! And if In your own personal experi ence you are apt to take a lenient view of the sinful side of your nature, put down into your soul the ten command ments which reveal the holiness ol God. and that sharp and glittering coulter will turn up your soul to the deepest depths. If a man preaches to you that you are only a little out ol order by reaeon of sin and that you need only a little fixing-up, he de ceives! You have suffered an appalling Injury by reason of aln. Thera are quick poisons and slow poisons, but the druggist could give you one drop that could kill the body. And tin la like that drug; so virulent, so poisonous, so fatal that one drop is enough to kill the soul. Deep plowing for a crop. Deep plow ing for a eoul. Broken heart or no religion. Broken soil or no harvest Why was It that David and the Jailer and the publican and Paul made such ado about their sins? Had they lost their senses? No. The plow-share struck them. Conviction turned up a great many things that were forgotten As a farmer plowing sometimes turns up the skeleton of a man or the an atomy of a monster long ago buried so the plow-share of conviction turns .... u-imstlv skeletons of sins Ions ago entombed. Geologists nevet brought up from 'be depths of the mountain mightier ichthyosaurus 01 megatherium. But what means ail this crooked plowing, these crooked furrows, the re pentance that amounts to nothing, tht repentance that euda In nothing’ Men groun over their Bins, but get no bet ter. They weep, but their teara are not counted. They get convicted, out not converted. What l« the reason* j i remember that on the farm we set 1 a standard with a red flag at the other end of the field. We kept our eye on that. We aimed at that. We plow rd up to that. I.osing sight of that we made a crooked furrow. Keeping out eye on that we made a straight fur row. Now In this matter of convlcttor we must have some standard to guide us. it is a red aeauderd that God has set at the other end of the field. It other end of the field. We kept our eye that you will make a straight furrow. Losing eight of it you will make a crooked furrow. Blow up to the Croea. Aim not at either end of the horlaomal piece of the Croea. but at tbe upright piece, at tbe center of It, the heart ol the Hon of Uod who bore your alas and made satisfaction Crying and weeping will net bring feu through. "Him hath God stalled to he a Prlacr and a Hat lour ta flva repentance ." Ob, ptaw up ta i ha Creaa! • • • Again I remark ta grace aa la the farm theta aiuat ha a reaplag Maay Cbrtatiaas sa»ak af religion ae though It were a mailer of aooasmlcs at laeur an< e They aspect la reap ta the nest aorta Oh. ae' New ta the Haw la reap Gather up the Jay af the Chyle tlan religlea thie morale#, ibis after naea. ibis eight If yea bare aet aa mash grace aa yea eeetd llhe ta hare, tbanb tied far what yea have, ead pear fee mare Yea are aa weeee sa tiated tbaa Jaaaph. aa weeee troubled thau **a tier 14 aa worse scourged than aaa Pawl Yet amid the ralUtag af felt era. ead amid the gteem af due gee as. aad emM the horror of ship wrath. I bey triumphed la the gram af tied The wee beat awe ta thr heaao tw day baa Ida areas af agtntwal ^ Joy all ripe. Why do you not go ana reap It? You have been groaning over your Infirmities for thirty years. Now give one round shout over your eman cipation. You Bay you have it so hard; you might have It worse You wonder why this great cold trouble keeps re volving through your soul, turning and turning with a black band on ths crank. Ah. that trouble is the grind stone on which you sr* to sharpen your sickle. To ths fields! Wake up? Tsks off your green spectacles, your bins spectacles, your blaek spectacles. Pull up ths corners of yeur.saouth as fsr as you pull them down To the fields! Reap! reap! Ths Savior folds a lamb In hls bosom. Ths little child filled all ths house with her music, end her toys are scat tered all up and down the stairs Just as she left them. What If the hand that plucked four-o'clocks out of ths mead ow Is still? It will wave In the eternal triumph. What If the voice that roads music In the home Is still? It will sing the eternal hosanna. Put a white rose In one hand, a red rose In the other hand, and a wreath of orange blossoms on the brow; the white flower for ths victory’, the red flower for the Savior's sacrifice, the orange blossoms for her marriage day. Anything ghastly about that? Ob, no! The sun went down and the flower shut. The wheat threshed out of the straw. "Dear Lord, give me sleep,” said a dying boy, tbs son of one of my elders, "Dear Lord, give me sleep." And he closed his eyes and woke In glory. Henry W. Longfellow, writing a letter of condo lence to those parents, said, "Tlioso last words were beautifully poetic.'* And Mr. Longfellow knew what Is poetic. "Dear Lord, give me sleep." 'Twag not in cruelty, not In wrath ^ That the reaper came that day; 'Twas an angel that visited ths earth And took tho flower away. Ho may It be with ua when our work Is all done, "bear Ix>rd, give me sleep." I have one more thought to present. I have epoken of the plowing, of the sowing, of tho harrowing, of the reap ing, of the threshing. I must now speak a moment of tho garnering. WHEEL HUMOH. *1 was told you w'ouldn’t Insure bi cycle glrla. Won't you Insure me?" "Not on your life!”—Cleveland Plain Dealer. She—Do you know this bicycle re minds me so much of you? He—How Is that? She—I always have a dlck ens of a time getting it started.— Cleveland Leader. "1 see they are applying ball bear ings to a great many things now.” "Yes, they have a ball bearing rJgn down where I keep my watch."— Wasblpgton Times. "I want the bicycle number of The Scottish Quarterly Review," said he to the newsdealer. "I don’t think The Scottish Quarterly Review has Issued a bicycle number, air.” "No? How *ery much behind the times!"—Pittsburg Chronicle-Telegraph. An elderly lady In Cleveland vicleue ly "swiped" with an umbrella a scorch er who missed her by about two Inches, and the spectators applauded. An um brella la very well, but there Is some thing to be said In favor of an as.— Minneapolis Journal. She (on the way over)—Just to think that this big ship Is absolutely under the control of the man at the wheel! He-Oh. that’s nothing! The man on the wheel at home claims to have pow er enough to control the whole nation. Philadelphia North American BITS OF KNOWLEDGE. _J 1_ .111. 1_v __ t wiuiuhi j Dim uuw seven ounces. The value of bicycle exports from Oreat Britain, whole or in portion*, was last year a million and a half •terllng. Luminous Inks may now be used to print signs to be visible in the dark. Zinc salts and calcium are tbe mediums generally used. It la reported that a white whale was seen recently in Long Island Sound. This animal Is rarely seen outside the Arctic regions. The synspta, a water Insect, Is pro vided with an anchor, the exact shape ' of the anchor used by the ship#. By means of thts peculiar device the In sect holds Itself (Irmly In any desired spot. I’p to the beginning of tbe fourteenth century the popes of Roms were con tented with a single crown; and In 1303 the first double one was aesimed and In 1104 the present liars, or triple one. was adopted. It la said that n large well known bank has an Invisible camera la a gal lery behind the caehler‘a desk*, so that at n signal from one of them any sus pected • uetumer can Instantly ham his phatagraph taken wilbeut his haewi* edgs Whan «be Irene Siberian Railway I* completed ta two It wilt b* pnaalble (or a (lab* trailer t# •• circle tbe globe la thirty day* Over tb* new tout* be will be able t* reach It Pet erasure from Loadua In forty lie boar*, a*4 arrive at l**rt Arthur in SM bourn Three mttoa an hour la about tbs average speed et the (lull Stream AV c«ruin piece*, however. 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