CHAPTER XXlII.-rroNTtNntP.)
"You will oblige me by leaving the
(house," he said, "If you cannot speak
civilly. I have made this lady my wife.
She belongs now to me and my coun
try, and she accompanies me to Paris
tonight."
"No, not tonight," said Marjorie
quickly. "You will not take me away
tonight, Eeon!"
"And why not tonight. Marjorie?”
"Because I have promised Mr. Suth
erland to go back with him to Annan
dale to see my to see dear Miss Heth
erlngton. She is ill, and she wunts me,
monsieur.”
"I regret It, but we do not get every
thing we wish In this world. 1 must
leave for Paris without delay!”
Marjorie hesitated and looked con
fused. Then Sutherland spoke, uncon
sciously uttering the thoughts which
had been In the girl's mind.
"You ran go to Paris,” he said, "if
y ii allow Marjorie to return with me,”
The Frenchman gave a smile which
was half a sneer.
"You are consideration Itself, mon
sieur,” lie said. Then, turning to Mar
jorie, he added: "What does my wife
say to that?"
"I I don’t know," she stammered.
"I am so sorry for Miss Iletbei lngton.
It would be only for a few days, per
haps, and—I could follow you."
Causeldlere smiled again, this time
less agreeably.
"You seem to be tender-hearted,
Murlririfl ” lin Willi "In mu. IiiiI
myself. Truly, an admirable speech to
make to your husband in the first flush
of the honeymoon. 1 am too fond of
you, however, to lose you quite so
soon.”
"Then you will not let me return?”
"Most assuredly i shall not let you
go; what is Miss Hetheriugton to you
or to me? She is your mother, per
haps, as you say; but in her case, what
does that sacred word 'mother' mean?
Merely this: A woman so hardened
that she could abandon her helpless off
spring to the mercy of strangers; and
afterward, when she saw her alone and
utterly friendless, had not tenderness
enough to come forward and say: 'Mar
jorie, you are not alone in the world;
come to me—your mother!’”
"Ah, Leon, do not talk so!” exclaim
ed Marjorie; then, seeing Sutherland
about to speak, she went toward him
with outstretched hands.
"Do not speak,” she whispered, "for
my sake. Since my husband wishes it,
I must remain. Good-by.”
She held forth her hand, and he took
it in both of his, and, answering her
prayer, he remained silent. He had
sense enough to see that in the present
instance the Frenchman had the power
entirely in his own hands, and that he
Intended to use it. He had noted the
sneers and cruel smiles which had flit
ted over Caussidfere's face, and he saw
that further interference of his might
■jesult in evil for the future of her he
loved.
So, instead of turning to the French
man, he kept Marjorie's hand, and
said:
"You are sure, Marjorie, that you
wish to remain?”
"Ye*,” sobbed Marjorie, "quite sure.
<Jire my love to my dear mother, and
say that very soon my husband will
bring me home again."
He lifted her hand to his lips and
kissed It again and again; then, wilh
out a runner worn, ne was nuoui to
leave tti" room, when Caussidlere stop
p'd hitu.
"Monsieur,” he said, “you will also.
If you please, bear a leetle message to
our much esteemed Miss Hetherlngton
from tn«. Tell her that, though In the
first days of our married life she has
tried to separate my wife from me, I
bear her no ill will: on the contrary, 1
shall be glad to hear of Iter prosperity.
Tell her, also, monsieur.” added the
Krenclin-an blandly, "that since Mar
jorie Autiau uttd 1 are one, we share
the same good or evil fortune; that she
cannot uow gratify her malignity by
persecuting 1-eon Causaldlere without
put seeming her own child!”
XXIV.
->A one of the nar
tfr row Parisian
**■ streets In the near
neighborhood of
the Heine, close to
uuays and old
bookstalls. f r e •
<|uented by the
litterateur out at
sIIhiws and the
bihllomaular, there
Is an obscure cuba
iat or houae of enterlaiuutrut. bearing
the name of Mote he d Or. Itesldes the
aand*l salon, ntth its marble tablet
and Its tniR" pr bird over b> a giddy
d tinted o' fifty. I hers la a dining
thantber up stabs, so low that a tall
man standing uptight can almtat t«u n
the celling nuh hit head tn l to held
III by a narrow window that a light id
some tort Is wen taunt a»»n hr broad
day.
In tkta nyper rhiwhtr, one foggy af
tt i noun in tu uiun threw yaare aft *t
tk. IS' urrettfW of Ike events d*«< filled
in the last d ipter. a man waa aaated
nh na and hustly writing at ana af tike
n - «n lahlea
The man wne ahont forty years nf
as rppalea' with fot-ble a hair and
gim>ht, but otherwt«w i»an shaven
Ms nrvta »a»td»y. aimawt fnrtnnsty
now anil then pausing to read, half
aloud, the matter on the paper, ob
viously hla own composition. Ah be
did ho, he smiled, well pleased, or
frowned savagely. Presently he paus
ed und stamped with hla foot on the
floor.
In answer to bis summons, a young
woman of about twenty, gaudily at
tired, with a liberal display of cheap
Jewelry, came up the narrow stairs.
"Ah, Adele!" cried the man, “Is the
boy below?”
The woman answered with a curious
nod.
“(Jive him these papers let hirn fly
with them to the printer. Htay! Is
any one below?"
"No one, Monsieur Fernand."
"Death of my life, C'aussldlere Is
late," muttered the man. "lirlng me
pome absinthe and a packet of cigar
ettes."
The woman disappeared with the
parcel of manuscript, and returned al
most Immediately, bearing the things
ordered. Hhc had scarcely set them
down, when a. foot, was heard upon the
stairs, and our old acquaintance, Caus
sldiere, elegantly attired, with fault
less gloves and hoots, entered the
room.
"Here you ore!" cried the man. "You
come a little late, mon camare.de. I
should have liked you to hear the ar
ticle l have Just dispatched to the lion
Cltoyen.”
"It will keep till tomorrow, Hunt,”
returned the other, dryly, "when I shall
behold II In all the glory of large type,"
Huet, as the man was named, ripped
out a round oath.
"It Is a firebrand, a bombshell, by
-!" he erled. "The dagger-thrust of
Marat, with the epigram of Victor Hu
go. I have signed it at full length,
mon camarade -'Fernand Huet, Work
man, Friend of the People.' " ,
Caussidiere laughed and sat down.
"No man ean match you, my dear
Huet, In the great war of—words."
"Just so, and In the war of swords,
too, when the time comes. Nature has
given me the soul of a poet, the heart
| of ti lion, the strength of Hercules, the
tongue of Apollo. Behold me! When
heroes are wanted, 1 shall be there."
The two men talked for some time
on general subjects; then Huet, after
regarding hia companion with a pro
longed stare, observed with a coarse
laugh:
“You are a swell as usual, my Caus
sidiere. Parbleu, it is easily seen that
you earn not your living, like a good
patriot, by the sweat of your brow!
Who Is the victim, mon camarade!
| Who bleeds?”
”1 do not waste what I have,” re
turned Caussidiere, "and I love clean
linen, that Is all.”
Huet snapped Ills fingers and laugh
, ed.
"Do you think I am a fool to swallow
that canard? No, my Caussidiere. You
have money, you have a little neoi,-->gg
at home. You have a wife, brave boy;
she is English, and she is rich.”
“On the contrary, she Is very poor,”
answered Caus3idiere. “She lias not a
sou.”
“Diable! ”
“Nevertheless. I will not disguise
from you that she has wealthy connec
tions, who sometimes assist us in our
struggle for subsistence. But it is not
much that comes to me from that quar
ter, I assure you. Mj correspondence
and my translations are our chief re- j
liance.”
"Then they pay you like a prince, I
mim lauiuruue: crieu uuei. Hut
there, that Is your affair, not mine.
You are with us, at any rate, heart and
soul?"
"Assuredly.”
Sinking thalr voiees. they continued
ro converse for some time. At last
Caussidlere lose to bo. After a rough
handshake from 11 net. ami a gruffly
murmured "A bientot," he made Ills
way down the narrow stairs, and found
himself in the sanded entresol of the
cabaret.
Several men In blouses sat at the ta
ble drinking, waited upon by Adele.
As Caussidlere crossed the room the
girl followed him to the door and
touched him on the shoulder.
“How Is mndaiue?” she asked, In a
low voice. “I trust much better."
Caussidlere gaged st the questioner
with no very amiable expression.
"IV> you say Madame Caussidlere?
How do you know that there Is such a
person?”
The girl shrugged her shoulders.
"Your wife or your mistress, It Is .til
the seme You hnow whom I mean,
monsieur "
"ithe Is better, then."
“And Ihe little g.tteon*"
"Unite well," answered Cstusidlere.
passing nut Into the street
leaving M. uch« d'Or behind him
and passing along the basks of the j
gains, Caussidlere tressed the rivet i
and i«4*h'd the neighborhood if tl.r
Calais Hotel front tints to time he ;
sit hanged a nod w a greeting with (
ease passer by. generally a person j
ninth must shabbily suited than him I
self l inger lag among I be ar> be*. he
purchased >■**• up two HautMlt from *he
itinerant >sndetssnd then pawned stun
Ip ott till he reached a narrow both
street. before woe of the down «*f whleh >
he paused aad raag « bed The ‘heap
bsdng opened by a hm»« la his shirt
steeee. who greeted hit* with a "beg
eetp," ha passed up a dingy Bight nl
wooden stairs till he gained the second
floor, which consisted of three rooms
en suite, a small salon, a bedchamber,
and a smaller bedchamber adjoining.
In the salon which was gau
dily but shabbily furnished In red
velvet, with mirrors on the walls, a
young woman was’seated sewing, and
playing near to her was a child about
a year and a half old. Both mother
and child were very pale and delicate,
but both had the same soft features,
gentle blue eyes and golden hair.
The woman was Marjorie Annan—
Marjorie with all the lightness and
happiness gone out of her face, which
had grown sad and very pale. As
Caussldlere entered, she looked up
eagerly and greeted him by his Chris
tian name. The child paused timidly
in his play.
"You are late, I,con,” said Marjo
rie, In French. "I have waited in all
day, expecting you to return.”
“I was busy and couldn’t come,”
was the reply. “Any letters?”
“No, I,con."
Caussldlere uttered an angry excla
mation, and threw himself Into an
armchair.
"The old woman had better take
care,” he cried. "Nearly a week has
now passed and she has not replied to
my note- that Is, to yours. And we
want money Infernally, as you know."
Marjorie sighed, and her eyes filled
with tears.
"Why are you crying?” demanded
her husband, sharply. " Because you
have an unnatural mother, who would
rather see you starve than share her
wealth with you, or with the child?”
"No, no, It Is not lhat,” answered
Marjorie. "Miss Hetberington has
been very good. She has given us a
great deal already; but we require so
much, and 1 am sure she Is not so rich
as yoe suppose.”
’’She is a miser, I tell you,” returned
Caussldlere. "What she has sent you
is not sufficient for an ordinary semp
stress' wage. .She had better take
<nr«' tf .dip offends me look you. I
could bring h<>r to shame before all the
world.”
At this moment there was a knock
at the room door, and the man who
had admitted Caussldlcre entered with
a letter.
"A letter for madame,” he said.
?darJorle took the letter, and, while
the man retired, opened It with trem
bling hands. Her husband watched
her gloomily, but his eye glistened as
he saw her draw forth a bank order.
"Well?” he said.
"It is from Miss Hetherlngton- from
my—mother! Oh, is Hhe not good!
Look. Leon! An order upon the bank
for thirty pounds.”
•'Let me look at It.” said Caussidierc,
rising and taking it from his wife#
hand. "Thirty pounds! It is not
much. Well, what does the old wom
an say?”
“I—l have not read the letter.”
“Let me read it,” he said, taking it
from her and suiting the action to the
words.
It was a Ionglsh communication.
Caussldlcre read it slowly, and his face
darkened, especially when he came to
the following words:
"If you are unhappy, come back, to
me. Remember your home is alway.'
here. Oh, Marjorie! my bairn! nev
er forget that! It is a mother's heart
that yearns and waits for you! Come
back, Marjorie, before it is broken al
together.”
CauEsidinre tossed the letter on the
table.
“So you have been telling her that
you are unhappy,” he said with a
sneer. “In the future I must see all
your letters, even to the postscripts.
And she begs you to go back to Scot
lard! Well, who knows?—It may
cofe to that yet!"
ITO HE COSTIXCEO. t
SALADS AS A DIET.
Hot* Wholesome Food »orl Should lie
Milieu Every l>»y.
“The beauty and wholesornettess of
the salad should commend It to every
American housekeeper.” writes Mrs. S.
T. I orer in the Ladles’ Home Journal.
’’1 ci not refer to those highly se?
sonerl combinations of hard-boiled cggi
Rn l mustard, but to dainty dinner or
luncheon salads made with a dressing
of olive oil, a few drops of lemon juice
and a light seasoning of salt, garlic and
pepper.
••The salts necessary for the well be
ing of our blood are bountifully given
In these green vegetables. Then. too.
It Is a pleasant way of taking fatty
food. All machinery must be well
died to prevent friction, uud the won
derful human engine Is not un egeep
tlop to the rule, luiok carefully to It ;
that you take sufficient fatty food,
•The Amerli ana do not use enough
oil to keep them In |ierfect health
While butter Is served In some families
three times a day, and Is better than
no fat. Its composition la rather against
It as compared Ui a sweet vegetable oil. j
Kata well Utgratrd are the salvation <>f
consumptives, or those suffering from
any form of tuberculosis Kor tbe««
reasons a simple salad composed of any ,
green vegetable and a Kreto it dreealag
Should be seen on every well-regulated
table **A times a y«ar Those who live
out of town tan obtain from the Helds
sorrel, long docks, daadvitons and
lamb's quarters fur the cos' of picking
VV hi re denser!* are n >t used, and I i
wish for health • sake, they might be
abolished, a salad with a hit vf cheese
and bread or wafer or cracker, with j
a small cup of coffee, may »!*•** tha
meat Where a d» *» rt is u*ed the j
ash 1 sheen* aad wafer ere served jthsl {
before It. to pfteh up th appetite that
It may enjoy m«re fu'ly th* sweet At
a targe dtaaer the hU- Is usually ^
Mfuil with the game e urse ’*
tWutUag dou* aa a taadeta wuyht |g
tqpuM I* a doub t safely insttlh
I
TAL.M AGE'S SERMON.
‘HOUSEHOLD CARtlS," LAST
SUNDAY’S SUBJECT.
"Lord. l>n«t Thou Not runt That My
Mulrf 11*4 Lrfl Mr to Krrvr AIoiir?"
—Luke; tlmiitcr A.. Vcr4R -10.
Yonder Is a beautiful village home
stead. The man of the house is dead,
and his widow is taking eharge of tile
premises. This Is the widow, Martha
or Bethany. Yes, I will show you also
the pot of the household. This is
Mary, the younger sister, with a book
under her arm, and her face having no
appearance of anxiety or care. Com- |
party has come. Christ stands outside j
the door, und, of course, there is a ■
good deal of excitement inside the !
door. The disarranged furniture Is ’
hastily put aside, and the hair Is
brushed back, and the dresses arc ad
justed as well ns, In so short a time,
Mary and Martha can atteud to these
matters. They did not keep Christ
standing at the door until they were
newly apparelled, or until they had
elaborately arranged their tresses, then
coming out with their affected sur
prise as though they had not heard the
two or three previous knocklugs, say
ing: "Wily, is that you?” No. They
were ladies, and were always presenta
ble. although they may not have al
ways had on their best, for none of us
always has on our Inst; If we did, our
best would not be worth having on.
They throw open the door, and greet
Christ. They say: “Good-morning,
Master; come In and be seated." Christ
diil not come alone; He had a group of
friends with him, and such an influx
of city victors would throw any coun
iry homo*nto perturbation. 1 suppose
also the walk from the city had been
“ iiinu.i r/.'T. i lie Knciieu u' ijiiii.
ment that Jay was a very Important
department, and 1 suppose that Mar
tha had no sooner greeted the guests
than she lied to that room. Mary had
no worrlment about household affairs.
She had full confidence that Martha
could get up the best dinner In Beth
any. She seems to say: "Now let us
have a division of labor, Martha, you
cook, and I’ll sit down and be good.”
So you have often seen a great dif
ference between two sisters.
There Is Martha, hard-werking,
painstaking, a good manager, ever In
centive of some £ew paltry, or discov
ering something in the art of cookery
and housekeeping. There is Mary, al
so foml of conversation, literary, so
engaged in deep questions of ethics
she has no time to attend to the ques
tions of household welfare. It is noon.
Mary Is in the parlor with Christ.
Martha is In the kitchen. It would
have been better If they had divided
the work, and then they could have
divided the opportunity of listening to
Jesus; but Mary monopolizes Christ,
while Martha swelters at the fire. It
was a very Important thing that they
should have a good dinner that day.
Christ was hungry, and he did not
often have a luxurious entertainment.
Alas me! if the duty had devolved upon
Mary, what a repast that would have
been! But something went wrong in
the kitchen. Perhaps the fire would
not burn, or the bread would not bake,
or Martha scalded tier hand, or some
thing was burned black that ought to
have been made brown; and Martha
lost her patience, and forgetting the
proprieties of the occasion, with be
sweated brow, and perhaps with
pitcher in one hand and tongs in the
other, she rushes out of the kitchen in
to the presence of Christ, saying:
“Lord, dost Thou not care that my sis
ter hath left me to serve alone?”
Christ scolded not a word. If It were
redding, 1 should rather have his
scolding than anybody else's blessing.
iniie »aa iiuwiing accru. lie Kne w
Martha had almost worked herself to
death to get him something to eat, and
so he throws a world of tenderness in
to his intonation as he seems to say:
"My dear woman, do not worry; let the
dinner go; sit down on this ottoman
beside Mary, your younger sister.
Martha, Martha, thou art careful and
tumbled about many things, hut one
thing is needful." As Martha throws
open that kitchen door 1 look in aud
see a great many household perplexi
ties and anxieties.
First, there Is the trial of non-ap
preciation. That Is what made Martha
so mad with Mary. The younger sister
had no estimate of her older sister's
fatigues. As now, men bothered with
the anxieties of the store, and office,
and shop, or coming from the StockFx
rhauge, say when they get home: "Oh.
ycu ought to lie in our factory a little
while; you ought to have to manage
eight, or teu, or twenty subordinates,
and then you would know what trouble
and anxiety are!" Oh, air, the wife
and the mother has tu conduct at the
same time a university, a clothing es
tablishment. a restaurant, a laundry,
a library, while she is health officer,
police, and president of her realm' tike
must do a thousand thing*, and do
them well, in order to keep things
going smoothly, and hi her brain and
her nerve* are taxed to the utosoat.
I know there are housekeeper* who
are ao fortunate that they ran sit in an
arm-chair ta this library, or lie oa the
belated ptilow, aad throw oil all the
cere upon •et>->rdtnat*e who. having
large wagea anu growl taper!****, eea
attend to all the •lilts of the house
hold Those are the exception*. I am
speaking now uf th* great mita of
housekeeper* the women tu whom
life t* * struggle aad who, at thirty
year* of eg*, took a* tho >gh they were
forty, aad at furty look aa though
they were hfty, * * < at utty look aa
tkou«k they Were atxty. the latte*
at t'haloes and a entering, anu tt*t< |
tyehurg. and W a ter too are a smalt
auwher compared with th* slat a ta th* -
great ArmagedUaa uf the hitch**. Yen
go out to the cemetery and you will
see that the tombstones a'.l read beau
tifully poetic; but !i those tombstones
would speak the truth, thousands of
them would say: ‘■Here lies a woman
killed by too much mending, and sew
ing. and baking, and scrubbing, and
scouring; the weapon with which she
was slain was a broom, or a sewing
machine, or a ladle.” You think. O
man of the world! that you have all the
cares and anxieties. If the cares and
anxieties of the household should come
upon you for one week, you would be
tit for the insane asylum. The half
rested housekeeper arises in the morn
ing. he must have thp morning repast
prepared at an Irrevocable hour. What
if the fire will not light; what If the
marketing did not come; what if the
clock has stopped—no matter, she must
have the morning repast at an Irrevoc
able hour. Then the children must bo
got off to school. What If their gar
ments are torn; what if they do not
know their lessons; what If they have
lost a hat or sash- they must be ready.
Then you have all the diet of the day,
and perhaps of several days, to plan;
but what if the butcher has sent meat
unmasticable, or the grocer has sent
articles of food adulterated, and what
If some piece of silver be gone, or some
favorite chalice be cracked, or the roof
leak, or the plumbing fall, or any one
of a thousand tilings occur—you must
tie ready, prlng weather comes, and
there must lie a revolution In the fam
be ready. Spring weather comes, and
you must shut out the northern blast;
but what if the moth has preceded you
to tlie chest; what if, during the year,
the children have outgrown the apparel
of last year; what if the fashions have
changed. Your house must ho an
apothecary's shop; it must he a dis
pensary; there must he medicines for
all sorts of aliments something to
loosen the croup, something to cool the
ourn, something to poultice the inflam
mation, something to silence the jump
ing tooth, something to soothe the ear
ache. You .must be In naif a dozen
places at the same time, or you must
attempt to he. If, under all this wear
and tear of life, Martha makes an Im
patient rush upon the library or draw
ing-room, be patient, be lenlenC! Oh,
woman, though I may fail to stir up an
appreciation in the souls of others In
regard to your household toils, let me
assure you, from the kindliness with
which Jesus Christ met Martha, that
he appreciates all your work from gar
ret to cellar; and that the Ood of De
borah, and Hannah, and Abigail,* and
Grandmother Hols, and Elizabeth Fry,
and Hannah More is the God of the
housekeeper! Jesu3 was never mar
ried, that he might be the especial
friend and confidant of a whole world
of troubled womanhood. 1 blunder;
Christ was married. The Bible says
that the Church is the Iamb's wife,
and that makes me know that all
Christian women have a right to go
to Christ and tell him of their annoy
ances and troubles, siuce by bis oath
of conjugal fidelity he Is sworn to sym
pathize. George Herbert, the Christian
poet, wrote two or three verses on this
subject:
"The servant by this clause
Makes drudgery divine:
Who sweeps a room, as for Thy laws.
Makes this the action fine.’’
A young woman of brilliant educa
tion and prosperous circumstances was
called down-stairs to help in the kitch
en in the absence of the servants. The
door-bell ringing, she went to open It
and found a gentleman friend, wh'o
said as he came in: "I thought I heard
music; was it on this piano or on this
harp?” She answered; "No; X was
playing on a grid-iron, with frying-pan
accompaniment. The servant's are
gone, and I am learning how to do
this work.” Well done! When will
women in all circles find, out that it is
honorable to do anything that ought
to be done?
m m m
How great are the responsibilities of
housekeepers! Sometimes an indiges
tible article of food, by ils effect upon
a king, has overthrown an empire. A
distinguished statistician says of one
thousand unmarried men there are
thirty-eight criminals, and of cue
thousand married men only cightc> n
are criminals. What a suggestion of
home influences! Let the most be
made of them. Housekeepers by lha
food they provide, by the couches they
spread, by the books they introduce, by
the influences they bring around their
home, are deciding the physical, intol
lfctuul, moral, eternal distlny of the
rare. You say your life Is one of sac
rifice. I know it. But. my slaters, that
Is the only life worth living. That was
Florence Nightingale's life, that was
I’aysoa's life; that was Christ's life.
We admire it in others; but how very
hard It Is for us lo exercise It our
selves! When in tirooklyn. young l)r.
Hutchinson, having spent a what'’
night In a diphtheritic room for the re
lief of a patient, became saturated with
the poison and died, we all felt as If
we would like to pul garlands on His
grave; everybody appreciates that.
When, in the burning bold at rit
l.ouls. a young man on the fifth story
broke open lb* door of ibe room w h re
bis mother was sleeping and piung <d
In amid stuck* and tr*. crying. "Moth
*r. where are you*" and never cam*
out, our hearts applauded that youus
men Hut bow lew of us bats the
Christ like spirit a willingness In auf
ter tor others! A rough teacher In a
school celled upon * poor, half starved
U4 vlui bed offended against tbs htwt
si tbs school end said, tsh# off your
coat, directly. air " Tbs boy refused
• Mb* It off whereupon lha teacher
said agsta, Teh* off tour treat. *t*. *
a* bs swuaa the wktp through the «<r
The buy ref weed It was not besawr*
ha was * frail of lbs tasb be ess weed
ta tbsl at bum* bat it wsa (test
•ham* he had u« uals<garta*hl. had
^
as at thp third command he pull m!
slowly oK his coat, there went a sob
through the Bchool. They saw then
why he did not want to remove his
roat, and they saw the shoulder blades
had almost cut through the skin, and
a stout, healthy hoy rose up and went
to the teacher of the school and said'
"Oh. sir, please don't hurt this poor
fellow; whip me; hep, he’s noth
ing but a poor chap; don't hurt him,
he's poor; whip me.” ''Well," 3aid
the teacher, “it's going to be a severe
whipping; I am willing to take you a3
a substitute.” "Well,” said the boy,
"I don’t care; you whip me, if you will
let this poor fellow go." The stout,
healthy boy took the scourging with
out an outcry. ‘'Bravo!” says every
man—"Bravo!" How many of us aro
willing to take the scourging, and the
suffering, and the toll, and the anxiety
for the people! Beautiful things
to admire, but how little we have of
that spirit! God give us that self
denying spirit, so that whether we
are in humble spheres or in conspicu
ous spheres we may perform our whole
duty—for this struggle will soon bo
over.
One of the most affecting reminis
cences of my mother is my remem
brance of her as a Christian house
keeper. She worked very hard, and (
when we would come in from summer
play, and sit down at the table at noon,
I remember how she used to come In
with beads of perspiration along the
line of gray hair, and how sometimes
she would sit down at the table and
put her head against her wrinkled
hand and say, "Well, the fact Is, I'm
too tired to eat." Long after she might
have delegated this duty to others,
she would not he satisfied unless she
attended to the matter herself. In fact
we all preferred to have her do so,
for somehow thlngB tasted better when
she prepared them. Some time ago.
In an express train, I shot past that old
homestead. I looked out of the win
dow. and tried to peer through tho
darkness. While I was doing so, one
of rny old schoolmates, whom I had
not seen for many years, tapped me
on the shoulder, and said, "De Witt,
I see you are looking out at the scenes
of your boyhood.” “Oh, yes," 1 re
plied, “I was looking out at the old
place where my mother lived and died.”
That night, in the cars, the whole
scene came hack to me. There was
tho country home. There was the noon
day table. There were the children on
either side of the table, most of them
gone never to come hack. At one end
of the table, my father, with a smi'.e
that never left his countenance even
when he lay In his coffin. It was ati
eighty-four years' smile—not the «mlla
of inanition, but of Christian courage*
and of Christian hope. At the other
end of the table was a beautiful, be
nignant, hard-working, aged Christian
housekeeper, my mother. She was very
tired. I am glad she has so good a.
place to rest In. "Blessed are the
dead who die In the Ixtrd; they rest
from their labors, and their works do
follow them.”
NniHileon’i f ont Treasure.
The recent find of an old military
knapsack filled with French gold
pieces coined about the beginning of
the century near Vllno, Russia, recalls
the dreadful fate of Napoleon’s grand
army and its disastrous Russian cam
paign in 1812. After the destruction
of Moscow the bold conqueror was
compelled to seek safety, but his return
to the frontier was not the retreat of
an orderly army; It was flight with all
its horrors. Napoleon himself hurried
back In advance of his army, in order
to steady the throne, which had be
come shaky by events in Paris and
elsewhere. The shipping of the war
treasure, which at that time still con
tained 12,000,000 francs, and which was
transferred in barrels in carriages
drawn by picked horses, was intrusted
to Mursuai i\ey. rsapoieon never saw
the treasure again, and where it has
remained was kept a profound secret
for a long time. I'nder strong cover
tlie transportation of the treasure was
started for the frontier, hut not inr
from Vilno the wagons stuck in a detlle
and it seemed Impossible to get them
out again. Rather than see the treas
ure in the hands of the Russians. Field
Marshal Ney gave orders to break open
the hnrrels and distribute the money
to the returning soldiers as they passed
by, and thus It was done. Many of the
soldiers threw away all their belong
ings In order to tilt up their knapsacks
with gold, but only a few of those who
carried the heavy wealth were uble to
drag the burden to the frontier, and
the very gold which waa Intended for
their benefit was the cause of their
perishing.
t|«Hr Main* far • Tu»«
The Warmest rtaca on Karth I* ac
tually a town, and uot merely a local
ity. It lies In Han IMego county's des
ert *id«v about twenty-five miles due
j west of Yuma, and the name of Ita
! pustofllce ia Mammoth Tank. This in
formation haa been dug up through the
posting of a newspaper al Han Fran
I cisco addressed to "Hank Yohnsen,
Warmest Flare on Karth." It wae
»enl In turn to Hacrsmenio, Freeno and
ItaksrsAetd. Then the marking con
| unties "Try Yuma, " Hut Yuma sent
i it to Tipson It visited Nogalea At
Fhoenla U waa hung up as a kumueooa
! eskibli There some desert prospect*
! ors saw it and they proceeded to en
large ike puaimaatsf's ge-vgraphMal
sa<l social wedarstanttag. for Hang
Yuhnsea la not n yoke.' hot a pr«m
lasnl elttaen of Ike War maul Flase eg
Karth. Cal las Angelas Resold.
Ho great ia Ike deatefttjf of the in -
t ploy as In cigarette ata a 4 tec tot lea, tc
gutted ky i«ag sunt in usd practice that
j some workers make between Item and
| i.tum cigarettes daily, and, being yatd
I by pferewofh, at eu musk a thnsatsd.
: caarn about H usably.
