* , 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. It altaias s'
spsad at fifty earn mile* aa boar, tbe
satrterdiaary rapidity of the . urreei
gi»tag tbe surface, when tbe aua is
sblatag. the appearaaea of a sheet e>
•re
The Meiicae gaearamaat baa aasand
ad it* pataat la* an that aa lavaaur
ta erdaf I* heap a patent la hit puaaee
ta* ta pay a tas at |M tar tbs
firtt fist years gift fog (be so-nod fits
tsar* and |IW tar tb* tblrA Mastas
daaa not ballet* ta aaeouragtag ta«sa
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