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SAVED.
PHE waves came tum
bling shoreward to
lose themselves at
bre feet. She gazed
down at their fasci
nating coolness anda
strange feelingcame
over her; how peace
ful it would be to be
gathered back in the
retiring waters.
Over her soul rushed
a dark temptation to
end it all. Who would care! After looking
stealthily about her for a moment she
vested her eyes once more on the water;
feat this time she shuddered.
The tide crept to her feet and withdrew,
anurmuring: "Hush! hush I Peace is not
with us!" And in her innermost soul she
cried out: "Save me, Father, in any way
Thou seest fit; only save me!" In the
eabnacssrwhich came over her then some
thing seemed to whisper that she was close
ob to the promised good.
Yes, up at the bouse they were .getting
aleag nicely without her. Her husband was,
sleeping by this time; and at this hour bis
aaotber, sitting near the bed talking low to
.Janet, didn't miss her.
They would not care for her anyway, so
ska would walk on and on, up and down the
sands.
The promised good seemed near; was it
over there across the bay ia the city show
lag dimly through the twilight shadows!
Could it be that he O! she dared not
jvco. look that way, for he was over there
sssmewhere in the vicinity of the Ex
change. And he bad no right to care for her as ho
attd; and she was not -privileged to murmur
is name, as she bad many times in those
terrible years.
The maelstrom of terror in her husband's
Imae had whirled into temptation this
Badgered soul so divided againstitself, until
-the tortured love reached out for sympathy
.elsewhere and found it aye! had met with
anre than sheer compassion.
And Sadie Willard found herself asking,
again and again, why should she give up
this one golden gleam. that, like a ray of
acaven, lighted up her lonely years! And
the answer came: "Because it has grown too
4ear."
8h had only been annexed to the family
t Beachside six years ago, simply for her
AODcy. Sbedid not dream of it then; but
It bad come plain enough since, and O!
what a revelation it was to thoBhy little
wife!
And lately, when sho bad been tempted
aore, sho would come down to the beach to
-walk to and fro by the water. The low
aeusie of tho waves lulled to repose tho
evil, and let the better judgment assert it
ad r.
Tkere was nothing on the lonely shore
asore desolate than she, and as for fears,
she left them up,at the house, there where
the lights shine out over the bluffy shore.
Then her thoughts went back to him not
ter husband! No.
Once she remembered when he had as
aisted her drunken husband home he had
jremaiced at Beachside longer than was his
wont. And when he was ready to go he
aad taken her hand for a moment and said :
"It would add to your happiness, Mrs.
Willard, and mine, too, if he was dead."
'ITteB he had grown white to his very
Tips, and had gone away suddenly. He
faad never let his soul out in worJa since,
aowerer, yet she never could forget the
leak of self-condemnation on his face as
he crossed the sill that day.
But if he had done wrong God surely
tea forgiven him; he had been studied in
;ki annner toward her ever since.
Tbis and more swept across her soul
- tn-sigatasshe paced wearily along in the
. gathering gloom.
Away out there where lay the city tho
i2tgats were beginning to flash-up and down
tfee shore. "O!'' she cried, 'when and
where will all this end !"
A hand was laid on her arm. She gave a
little, frightened cry; but a familiar voice
atopped her. "Sadie, he is bad worse a
areatdcal since you left the house. You
would better go back to them; perhaps 'tis
the last, and yon may do some good, may
fee yon own, Sadie."
"O! Henri," she exclaimed in terror,
-italching his arm. "is he so bad as that!
O! tell me that I need not ever return to
that awful place called home."
He put his arms around ber then, drew,
aer to bis aching heart and kissed the hot
fine fervently. "God forgives me, Sadie,"
e said. "Go now, and may Heaven keep
jod safely through it all for me."
He was gone now, but her heart had gone
also. The waves boomed to the shore and
it grew dark. Slowly she went up tho
winding pathway in the friendly darkness.
She was not afraid; he was somewhere on
the sands, doubtless.
'Is Allan better!" she asked of the serv
ant whom she met at tho gate. And tho
sservaut answered : "No, ho is worse."
They went into the house together; the
aae keeping a temptation warm in her
acart, the other full of sympathetic sorrow.
"He is in an awful way," moaned the
mother, wringing her hands as she rushod
tarn-stairs into the presence of tho white-
THB TIDE CREPT TO HER VEST.
laced, -wild-eyed Sadie. "An awful way
Alias's in,' wailed she. "O dear, dear!
Tm sure he'll not live the night through.
Bat I don't believe you cere onebit,Sadie;
it seems to me you don't!"
The wife made no reply, but went up
atairs followed by the servant. Maudlin
curses minrlcd with low, coarse laugfctcr
greeted their ears as they listened; then
jaaa instant a irenzy seized him, and bo
ahrieked out as the lost, and the two women
wed down-stairs in mortal fear.
The family physician and friends were
atfagall that was in their power to quiet
aadicheve the unfortunate man.
' Sadie crept into the darkness of her little
T . .i.-4vri Tin lltrht the elim-
i.ifthemoonlessnightstoleoverthecase.
ayt, and that was enough.
Tao shade .s comforted, soothed her, and
fce frieadlv night framed in her suffering
fcwaasshotmouoaiessoyvuot
tfiida the ttttto roc were sounds of
na96iHK&-
j -siaJ I 11' a1sBv
hurrying feet, intent on bringing relief to
the tortured and most wretched husband.
There were bo tears on Sadie Willard's
face; ber dry, hot eyes looked out into the
black, cheerless sight ia apprehensive ter
ror. Overhead was the man who had promised
to love and to cherish her until death. What
a failure their married life had been what
a woeful, total failure!
Hear him shriek J She put her hands to
her ears to shut out the terrible sound.
Wasn't it awful! He might die to-night-Henri
intimated it and O ! such a death !
A cold, freezing sensation passed over her
and she shivered.
Death had come under their roof once, two
years ago, and little Garnet slept the last
sleep with a smile on his baby face, but this
would be so different.
Instinctively she turned her head. Ah!
yes; there was the little wicker cradle in
the corner, empty and silent! Its white
outlines were plainly visible through the
shadows, and seemed reaching out to her in
appeal.
The mother's heart was touched, and the
pent-up tears came to tho relief of the dry,
hot eyes. Tears, not for the. living, but
for the innocent dead; for little Garnet, who
went away with his tiny hands full of for
get-me-nots to never return.
Rising, she tottered over to the empty
cradle-bed and knelt by it in an agony of
broken prayer.
Only God understands and gathers to
gether the fragments of such disconnected
petitions into beautiful prayers.
And Sadie Willard forgot every thing;
forget the friend who sever mightclasp her
I liip
8HB TOTTERED OVER TO THE EXFTT CBADU.
more; forget the crazed and tortured hus
band whose maudlin shrieks cut the shud
dering air, and only saw a glorious promise
through her tears.
Gleaming across the black night she saw
in mat hour of her Getusetnaue: "I will
give you rest"
Yes; Sadie saw and smiled, and the
weariness went out of her life.
Horning dawned fair and beautiful over
the silent shore which told no tales of that
last cry on its sands, nor of the friend who
bade her prove faithful unto the end before
he went away, his heart wrang with an
guish. The patient upstairs at Beachside was
decidedly better; but bis wife did not ap
pear. Who could take up the daily routine of
toil as well as Allan's wife! She had not
waked on him during the night; she must
have rested. Call Sadie. But no answering
voice responded.
Search was made and at last they found
her in the cozy sewing-room. Kneeling be
side the white-curtained cradle in the cor
ner was the shy little wife, with one arm
thrown caressingly over its emptiness.
"Sadie. Sadie 1" But she heeded not the
calL She had gone to that beautiful rest.
He had promised and, forevermore, was
saved from temptation.
Handa L. Crocssb
HE OBJECTED.
A Heester Who Didst Believe la Wear
ing Cellars.
An Indiana man who had moved tc
Dakota came to Washington one summer
day in 18S6 to ask for an office He had
formerly been a constituent of Hon. Will
iam S. Holman, of Indiana, and called upon
that distinguished statesman for his in
dorsement. It was cheerfully given and
liled in the proper department. But the
office was not forthcoming. Then the
Dakotan asked Mr. Holman to introduce
him to President Cleveland. Mr. Holman
said: "I will do it if yon will go and buy n
collar for your shirt. 1 can't go to the
White House with you unless you wear a
collar and comb your hair."
The frontiersman bought a turn-down
collar, and put it on wrongside up. Holman
never noticed the difference. They walked
into the Whlto House, and the old man was
suffering torments all the time, for the
points of the collar were prodding him
under the.chm.
His mouth was full of tobacco, and he
was unable to chuck his head forward to
expectorate. Tho result was that his long,
black beard was full of nicotine, bis head
thrown unnaturally backward, and his face
pinched with discomfort, if not positive
agony. As they stepped out on the front
portico of the executive mansion, the
frontiersman yanked off that collar, spat
upon the stone steps and said :
"Bill Holman, you made a gol derned fool
out en me. I wouldn't wear no collar
agin for no office on yearth. Lookee here,
my chin is a bleedin' from your cussed col
lar. Bill Holman, I wouldn't a thought
you'd make a guy of a critter what has
been your friend for years."
He has never forgiven Holman unto this
lay. He thinks that the compulsory wear
ing of a collar was unpardonable persecu
tion. Little Alice.
"There is one of the pluckiest little women
in tho world," said a telegraph operator in
Washington City a few days ago. "That is
-Our Alice,' and we are all in love with her,
everyone of us. She is true as steel. When
he signal came for a general strike allovcr
he country a few years ago Our Alice
vas the first to put on her little hat and
oave her instrument She marched out of
ho office and stood by the boys until tho
strike was declared off."
"Our Alice" is a pretty little girl with
aright blue eyes and soft, brown hair. She
is one of tho best operators in the country
mil asks no favors of any one in the pro
fession. The Innocence ot GhUdheea.
Jim Say, Pete, what you watchin'l
Pete Jest you hold your jaw and see.
Do you see the guv'ner across the street!
"Yep."
"An' see the minister coming ouwn the
ilrcet towards him!"
"Yep."
"Well, I jist slipped the euchre deck in
'he guv'ner's tail pocket, and when he
jicets the minister he'll stop to talk and nil
nillouthis handkerchief to soak the sweat
ffn his face. Then there'll be a rer'latknr
lip! Let's mosey; he's yanked the cards!"
Texas Sifting
MORAL CASTAWAYS.
Or. Talmage on the If oral Wracks
of Life.
False Religions Light Lead Many aa the
Shoals or Destruction The Gospel the
Oaly True Light Salvation For
the Family.
In a recent sermon at Portland. Ore.,
Rev. T. De Wilt Talmage. of Brooklyn,
took his text from 1 Cor. ix. 27: Lst that
by anv means I myself should be cast
away." The preacher said:
In the presence of you who live on the
Pacific coast, 1 who live on the Atlantic
coast may appropriately speak on tbis
marina allusion of the text for all who
know about the sea know about the cast
away. The text implies that ministers of
religion may help others into Heaven and
yet miss it themselves. Tbe carpenters
i mat ouiit noan's arc am not cat into it
themselves. Gown and surplice, and di
plomas and canonicals are no security.
Cardinal Woolsey, after having been pet
ted by kings and having entertained for
eign ambassadors at Hampton Court, died
in darkBess. One of the most eminent
! ministers of religion that this country has
ever known plunged into sin and died;
his heart, by post-mortem examination,
found to have been, not figuratively, bat
literally broken. We may have hands of
ordination on the bead and address conse
crated, assemblages, but that is no reason
why we shall necessarily reach the realm
celestial. Tbe clergyman must go through
the same gate of pardon as the layman.
There have been cases of shipwreck where
all on board escaped excepting the cap
tain. Alas! if having "'preached to others
I myself should be cast away." God for
bid it
I have examined some of tbe comment
aries to see what they thought about tbis
word "castaway" and I find tbey differ ia
regard to the figure used, while tbey agree
in regard to the meaning. So I shall
make my own selection and take it in a
nautical and seafaring sense and show
you that men may become spiritual casta
ways and how finally tbey drift into that
calamity.
You and 1 live in seaboard cities. You
have all stood on tbe beuch. Some of you
have crossed tbe ocean. Some of you
have managed vessels .in great stress of
weather. There it a sea captain, and
there is another, and yonder is another,
and there is a goodly number of yon who,
though once you did not know the differ
ence between a brig and bark, and be
tween a diamond knot and a sprit sheet
sail knot, and although you could not
point out tbe weather cross jack brace,
and though you could not man tbe fore
clew garnets, now yon are as familiar
with a ship as you are with your right
hand, and if it were necessary you could
take a vessel clear across to the mouth
of tbe Mersey without the loss of a
single sail. Well, there is a dark night
ia your memory of the sea. Tbe vessel
became unmanageable. You saw it was
scudding toward tbe shore. You beard
the cry: "Breakers ahead ! Land on the
lee bow!" Tbe vessel struck tbe rock and
you felt the deck breaking up under your
feet, and yoa were a castaway, as when
the Hercules drove on tbe coast of Caffra
ria, as when the Portuguese went staying,
splitting, grinding, crashing on the Good
wins. But whether you have followed the
sea or not you all understand tbe figure
when I tell you that there are men who,
by their sins and temptations, are thrown
helpless! Driven before the gale! Wrecked
for two worlds! Castaways! Castaways!
By talking with some sea captains 1
have found out that there are three or four
causes for such a calamity to a vessel I
have been told that it sometimes comes
from creating false lights on tbe beach
This was often so in olden times. It is
not many years ago, indeed, that vaga
bonds used to wander up and down the
beacb getting vessels ashore in the night,
throwing up false lights in their presence
and deceiving them that they may
despoil and ransack them. All kinds
of infernal arts were used to accom
. plish this. And one night on the
I Cornish coast when tbe sea was coming ia
fearfully some villains took a lantern and
tied it to a horse and led the horse up and
down the beach, tbe lantern swinging to
the motion of the horse, and a sea captain
in the offing saw it and made up his mind
that he was not any where near the shore,
for he said: "There's a vessel, for it has
a movable light" and he had no appre
hension till he heard tbe rocks grating oa
tbe ship's bottom, and it went to pieces
and tbe villains on tbe shore gathered ap
the packages and treasures that were
washed to the land.
And I have to tell you that there are
multitudes of souls ruined by false lights
oa the beacb. In the dark night of man's
danger, false religion goes up and down
the shore shaking its lantern, and men
look off and take the flickering and ex
piring wick as tbe signal of safety, and
the cry is: "Heave the main topsail to
the mast! All is well!" when suddenly
destruction comet h upon them and tbey
shall not escape. So there are all kinds
of lanterns swung on the beach philo
sophical lanterns, educational lan
terns, humanitarian lanterns. Mea
look at them and are deceived, when
there is nothing but God's eternal light
house of the Gopel that can keep them
from becoming castaways. Once on Wolf
Craig lighthouse they tried to build a cop
per figure of a wolf with its month open,
so that the storms beating into it tbe wolf
would bowl forth tbe dangers to mariners
that might be coming anywhere near tbe
coast Of course it was a failure. And
so all new inventions for the saving of
man's soul are unavailing. What tbe hu
man race wants is a light bursting forth
from tbe cross standing on the great head
landsthe light of pardon, tbe light of
comfort the light ot Heaven. You might
better go to-night and destroy all the
great lighthouses on tbe dangerous coasts
the Baraegat lighthouse, tbe Fastnet
lighthouse, tbe Sherry vore lighthouse, the
Loncship's lighthouse, the Hollybead
lighthouse than to put oat God's great
ocean lamp the Gospel. Woe to those
who swing false lanterns on tbe beacb till
men crash into ruins. Castaways! Cast
aways! By talking with sea captains I have heard
also that sometimes ships come to tbis
calamity by tbe sudden swoop of a tem
pest For instance, a vessel is sailing
along in tbe East Indies, and there is not
a single cloud in the sky; but suddenly
the breeze freshens, and there are swift
feet on tbe ratline, and the cry is: "Way.
haul away there!" but before they can
square tbe booms and tarpaulin tbe hatch
ways tbe vessel is groaning and creaking
ia the grip of a tornado, and falls over
into the trough of the sea, and broadside
it rolls oa to the beach and keels over,
leaving the crew to struggle ia merciless
surf. Castaway! Castaway! And so 1
have to tall yoa there are thoasaads of
mea destroyed tbrongb the sudden swoop
of temptations. Some great inducement,
to world! mess, or sensuality, or high
temper, or to some form of dissipation,
comes upon them. If tbey bad time to ex
amine tbeir Bible, if they had time to con
sult with their friends, if tbay bad time
to deliberate, tbey could stand it; but the
temptation came so suddenly an euro
elydon on the Mediterranean, a whirl
wind of tbe Caribbean. One awful surge
of temptation and they perish.
And so we often bear tbe old story: "I
hadn't seen my friend in a great many
years. We were very glad to meet He
said 1 roust drink and be took me by tbe
arm and pressed me along, and filled tbe
cup up until tbe bubbles ran over tbe edge,
and in an evil moment all my good reso
lutions were swept away, and to the out
raging of God and my own soul I felL"
Or tbe story is: "I bad hard work to sup
port my family. 1 thought that by one
false entry, by one deception, by one em
bezzlement I might spring out free from
all my trouble, and tbe temptation came
apon me so fiercely 1 could not deliberate.
I did wrong, and having done wrong once
I could not stop." O. it U the first step
that costs; the second is easier; and the
third, and on to tbe last Once having
broke loose from tbe anchor it is not so
easy to tie to parted strands. How often
it is that m;n are ruined for tbe reason
that the temptation comes from some un
expee'ed quarter. As vessels lie in Mar
gate Roads, safe from southwest winds;
but tbe wind changing to northeast they
are driven helpless and go down. O. that
God would have mercy upon those whom
there comes tbe suJden swoop of tempta
tion, lest tbey perish, becoming cast
aways! castaways!
By talking with sea captains I have
found out also that some ve-sels come to
tbis calamity through sheer recklessness.
There are three million men who follow
tbe sea for a living. It is a simple fact
that tbe average ot human life on the sea
is le-s than twelve years. Tbis comes
from tbe fact that men by familiarity with
danger sometimes become reckless the
captain, the helmsman, tbe stoker, tbe
man on the lookout become reckless, and
in nine out of ten shipwrecks it is found
out that some one was awfully to blame.
So I have to tell you that men are morally
shipwrecked through sheer recklessness.
There are thousands who do not care
where they are in spiritual things. Tbey
do not know which way they are sailing,
and 1 he sea is bleck with piratical bulks
that would grapple them with books of
steel and blindlold them and make tbem
"walk tbe plank." Tbey do not know
what the next moment may bring forth.
Drifting in their theology. Drifting in
their habits. Drifting in regard to all
tbeir future. No God. no Christ no settled
acceptance of eternal felicity; but all tbe
time coming nearer and nearer a dangerous
coast Some of them are on lire with evil
habits and they shall burn oa tbe sea, tbe
charred hulk tossed up on tbe barren
beacb. Many of tbem with great troubles,
financial troubles. domestic troubles, social
troubles; but they never pray for comfort
With an aggravation of sin tbey pray for
no pardon.
Tbey do not steer for tbe lightship that
dances in gladness at the mouth of Heav
en's harbor; reckless as to where they
come out drifting further from God,
farther from early religious influences,
further from bappines.; and what in tbe
worst thing about it is they are taking
their families along with tbem, and tbe
way one goes tbe probability is that tbey
will all go. Yet no anxiety. As uncon
scious of danger as the passengers aboard
tbe Arctic one moment before the Vesta
crashed Into ber. Wrapped up in tbe
business of tbe store, not remembering
that soon tbey must quit all tbeir earthly
possessions; absorbed in tbeir social posi
tion, not knowing that very soon tbey will
have attended tbe last levee and whirled
in tbe last schottische, they do not delib
erately choose to be ruined. Neither did
the French frigate Medusa aim for tbe
Arguin banks but there it went to pieces,
I wish I could wake you up. Tbe perils
are so augmented, you will die just as
certainly as you sit there unlets you
bestir yourself. Are you willing to be
come a castaway? You throw out no oar;
you take no surroundings; you watch no
compass. You are not calculating your
bearings while tbe wind is abaft and
yonder is a long line of foam bounding
the horizon and you will be pushed on to
ward it ami thousands have perished
there and you are driving in the same di
rection. R-ady about! Down belm!
Hard down! Man tbe lifeboat! Pull, my
lads, pull ! "He that being often reproved
bardeneth his neck shall be suddenly de
stroyed and that without remedy," bat
some of you are saving witb in yourselves:
"What shall I do?" Do? Do? Why, my
brother, do what any sbip does when it is
in trouble. Lift a distress signal. On the
sea there is a flash and a boom. You listen
and you look. A vessel is in trouble. Tbe
distress gun is sounded or a rocket sent
up, or a blanket is lilted or a bundle of
rag any thing to catch tbe eye of tbe
passing craft 80 if you want to be
taken off tbe wreck of your sin you must
lift a distress signal. Tbe publican lifted
the distress signal whan he cried: "God,
bemeiciful to me a sinner!" Peter lifted
tbe distress signal when he said: ' Lord,
save me, I perish!" Tbe blind man lifted
the distress signal when he said: "Lord,
that my eyes may be opened." Tbe jailer
lifted tbe distress signal when he said:
"What must I do to be saved?" And help
will never come to your soul until you lift
some signal. You must make some dem
onstration, give some sign, make soma
Heaven-piercing outer cry for help, lift
ing the distress signal for tbe Church's
prayer, lifting the distress signal for
Heaven's pardon. Pray! Pi ay! The
voice of the Lord now sounds in your
ears: In Me is tby help." Too proud to
raise sucb a signal, too proud to be saved.
There was an old sailor thumping about
in a small boat in a tempest The larger
vessel bad gone down. He felt be must
die. Tbe surf was breaking over the boat
and be said: "I tookofT my life belt that
it might soon ba over and I tuougbt some
what indistinctly about my friends on
shore and then 1 bid tbem good-bye like,
and 1 was about sinking back and giving
it up when I saw a bright star. Tbe
clouds were breaking away, and there
that blessed star shone down on me, and
it seemed to take right hold of me; and
somehow, I can aot tall how it was, but
somehow while I was trying to watcb that
star, it seemed to lift me." O, sinking
soul, see you not the glimmer between the
rifts or tbe storm cloud? That is tbe star
of hope.
Deathstruek, I ceased the tide to stem,
Wnea suddenly a star arose.
It was tbe star or Bettalebem !
If there are any here who consider
themselves castaways, let aw say God is
doing every thing to save you. Did you
ever hear of Lionel Luken? He was tbe
inventor of tbe insubmergible life boat
All honor is due to bis memory by seafar
ing men. as well as by landsmen. How
many lives he saved by bis invention. In
after days tat iaveatioawas improved.
and one day there was a perfect life boat,
the Northumberland, ready at Ramsgate.
The life boat being ready, to test it the
crew came oat and leaped oa the gaawale
on one side to see if tbe boat would apset;
it was impossible to upset it Then, amid
tbe huzzas of excited thoasaads, that boat
was launched, and it ha gone and come,
picking ap a great many of the ship
wrecked. But I have to tell you now of a
grander launching, and from the dry
docks of Heaven. Word cams ap that a
woilJ was beating on tbe rocks. Ia the
presence of tbe potentates of Heaveu the
lifeboat of tbe word's redemption was
launched. It shoved off tbe golden sands
amid angelic bosanna. Tbe surges ot
darkness- boat against its bow, but it sailed
oa and it comes in sight of us tbis hour.
It comes for you, it comes for me. Soul,
soul, get into it Make one leap for
Heaven. Let that boat go past and your
opportunity is gone. I am expecting that
there will be whole families here who will
get into that lifeboat
In 18C3 tbe Isabella came ashore off
Hastings England. The air was filled
witb sounds the hoarse sea trumpet
tbe crash of v. tbe axes and the bel
lowing of the tornado. A boat front
the shore came nnder the disabled vessel.
There were womia and children on board
that vessel. Some ot the sailors jumped
intotba small boat and said: "Now give
us tbe children." A father who stood on
deck took his first born and threw him
to tbe boat Tbe sailors caught him
safely and tbe next and the next
to the last Still the sea rocking,
tbe storm bowling. "Now," said
tbe sailors, "now tbe mother," and
she leaped and was saved. The
boat went to the shore; but before it got
to the shore, tbe landsmen were so impa
tient to help the suffVr.ag people that they
waded clear down into the surf with
blankets and garments, and promises of
help and succor. So there are whole fam
ilies here who are going to be saved, and
saved altogether. Give us that child for
Christ that other child,. that other. Give
us that mother, give ns tbe father, tbo
whole family. They mast all come in.
All Heaven wades in to help yon. "I
claim this whole audience for God. I pick
not out one man here nor one man there:
I claim you all. There are some of you
who, thirty years ago, were consecrated
to Christ by yoar parents ia baptism.
Certainly I am not stepping over
tbe right bound whea I claim you
for Jesus. Then there are many
here who have been seeking God fora good
while, and 1 am aot right ia claiming you
for Jesus? Then there are some here who
have been further away, and yoa drink,
and you swear, and you bring your fam
ilies without any God to take care of them
wbea you are dead. And 1 clam yoa, my
brother, 1 claim all of you. Yoa will have
to pray soma time; why aot begin now,
while all the ripe and purple cluster of di
vine promise bend over into your cup,
rather than postpone your prayer until
your chance is past nd tbe night drops,
and the sea washes you our, and the ap
palling fact sliall be announced that aot
withstanding all your magnificent oppor
tunities, you have become a castaway.
THE CROW INDIANS.
Some of the Things That Can Be Seen la
Their Sloataaa Reservation.
Tho Crows have got horses and cat
tle and show an ability toi hold on to
them. There are on tbo reservation
30.000 to 40.000 head of cattle and 25,
000 head of sheep, belonging to whito
men. For the grazing privilege the
white men pay 50 cents a head on
horses and cattle and 10 cents a head
on sheep. The money goes to tbe
tribe. The advantage of this privilege
is that it lets the stockmen out of pay
ing taxes to the county government
Tho ability of the Crow to turn an
honest penny was illustrated recently.
when Troop K of the First Cavalry
was crossing Pryor creek on tho way
to Livingston, Quartermaster Ed
wards was ahead of the command some
distance, looking for the best roads
and acting as pilot He came to a
place where the water had spread out
over the road, maxing it almost lm
pnssable. What made mutters worse
the road was fenced in. Old Crooked
Face, a Crow, had his ranch at that
point. He made his appearance as tho
Quartermaster was speculating how
to get around the slough. It was evi
dent that the horses would mire if tho
troop attempted to cross. At length
old Crooked Face pointed to tho fence,
and suggested that he take it down
and let the soldiers go through his
field. Ho concluded his proposition
bv savinir it would cost the soldiers
only 25 cents a piece. The Quarter
master declined without thanks and set
about plans to fix the road. It wasn't
but a few moments until the discovery
was made that the whole trouble was
caused by the damming of a spring near
by. That had been done with the evi
dent purpose of making the water
overflow and ruin the road. Old
Crooked Face looked on until he saw
the jig was up. and th en an intensely
disgusted expression came over his
intelligent counten. nee.
Tbe Crows haven't made such pro
gress toward civilization as to put
their dead under ground. They still
inclose the corpses in boxes and perch
them on platforms as high in the air
as possible. In a different climate a
Crow cemetery would be a nuisance.
Montana air makes mummies of bodies
thus exposed. There is nothing ia
one of these places to offend te ol
factories. Tourists, who brinj, with
them their amateur cameras, have
great sport visiting the "last resting
place" of the Crows. They even open
the boxes, take out the dried bodies
and prop them in groups in order to
obtain more striking views.
The Crow is any thing but a stoical
individual. If you say "How" to him
he is likely to reply with emphasis.
"Good morning." He is a wit and a
sport, and when he is in town he sees
all that is coin? on. He will start a
ram of "tner" in a. fmwrr nil !rwn it ' tO
t,"- - o - - w-. .. ... . --
up by the hair nour. W hen he goes
into a store he knows just what he
wants and doesn't pull over forty dif
ferent things while trying to make up
his mind. But he is still addicted to
feathers and leggings and blankets
and the loudest possible colors. Sk
Louis Globe-Democrat.
FARM AND FIRESIDE.
One of the best things in a woll
regulated farm-house, is a bathroom
always supplied with clean, tepid
water and accessible at all hours.
Calves should have some kind of
shade during the middle of the day. If
exposed to the heat of the sun too long
they become liable to bowel disease.
It is suggested that the posts to
which barbed wire is fastened for
fencing, be painted white, as they will
then be better observed by cattle.
Pieces of tin. painted white and fas
tened along the line of the wire, have
aiso been recommended as a safeguard
against injury.
Corn and Oatmeal Cake: One cup
of oatmeal mush, well cooked (cold);
one cup of cream meal, raw; one egg.
a pinch of salt, one teaspoonful of
sugar, tho samo of yeast powder, suf
ficient water to make a suitable batter
to fry in small, thin cakes in hot lard.
The Housewife.
The barnyard, as a source" of fer
tility, is commended as tho safest of
any that wo have to deal with- We
have nothing to lose and every thing
to gain by managing it properly. This
is confirmed by the verdict of some of
the foremost agriculturists of tho Mid
dle States.
Jf caro is taken to cure the pota
toes well and to store where they are
certain to keep dry there is loss risk of
damage than if they are left in tho
ground. But if they are dug and ,-tre
piled up without curing, or if piled
where there will bo more or less water
to drip down on them, tho bettor plan
will be to let them stay in the ground
until cooler.
Cucumber Salad: Two young cu
cumber, half teaspoonful of salt, quar
ter teaspoon ful of black pepper, four
tablespoonfuls of vinegar. Pare and
slice the cucumbers very thin, soak
them in cold water one hour, then
drain and dry. Put them in the salad
bowl, sprinkle them with the salt and
pepper, and pour over the vinegar.
Serve immediately.
Pork Puffs: Fry tho pork a nic
brown, turn off the fat. place the spider,
with the pork, back on the stove; when
hot, pour over it a batter made of threo
eggs, three tablespoonfuls of sweet
cream, three tablespoonfuls of flour, a
bit of salt, all beaten thoroughly. Then
pluco in a hot oven and bake about
live minutes. Farm and Fireside.
MISSIONARY PLOWMAN.
Why Moral and Material Interests MioaM
Go Haail In Hand.
It will be incongruous and inexcusa
ble if we, the honored recipients, the
chief beneficiaries, of ever-expanding
bounties and blessings, fail to move in
harmony with divine arrangement that
strews our path with increasing good.
It is ordained that improvement shall
culminate in perfection. We make a
fatal mistake if we fail to sec that this
applies to small things as well at
great Human advancement has to def
with innumerable particulars, all re
lated to each other and to tho final
consummation. This opens the way fot
work as diversified and different a
human character and capabilities. If
gives everybody something to do,
something they can do, something
to help the forward movement
The moral and the material are
inseparably connected ; they gc
hand in hand. Intellect, soul and
body must each be ministered unto.
They are missionaries laboring for the
world's regeneration who put better
fruit, bread, vegetables, milk, buttei
on the mark et, giving honest measure.
It needs to be known that the man whe
makes a barren 6pot productive, aa
unsightly place attractive, a malarial
region healthful, helps to usher ie
"the good time coming." He wbc
gives a better form, a richer color, a
sweeter perfume to the flower; he whe
adds grace and beauty to the trees and
shrubs that adorn our homes takes hit
place among public benefactors. Hf
who plants trees by the road -side, re
moves deformities and smooths the
path where weary men and weary
horses tread, has not lived ic vain.
We need to be often reminded that
things of beauty nature arrayed in its
best garb elevate and improve be
holders, diverting" them from frivoli
ties, follies and gross sensualities.
Character is formed by environment
to an extent little understood and ap
preciated. Preaching and teaching
will do little, good to people living in
damp, dark, dismal, uninviting tene
ments, opening into narrow, dirty al
leys. God is better served by furnish
ing the poor with houses fit to live ia
and at a lower rent than by building
costly churches where pride is more
conspicuous than piety. To make tbe
homes of hard-working men and wom
en more convenient, comfortable aad
comely will for many years af
ford employment to people inclined
to make things better. Whoever
determines to leave things better
than he found them, and witb
purpose and persistence labors for that
end, develops beauties and utilities
wherever his efforts and influence ex
tend, but what is of more consequence
to him personally, acting from such im
pulses and working for such ends, the
reflex influence benefits him personal
ly even more than he benefits his sur
roundings. Imperfect work ia any de
partment of business demoralizes the
worker. Every painstaking and coa
cientious performance invigorates the
moral sense. Doing with sole reference
immediate gain. doineObr th
preaeat.
develops selfishness. The
habit, early formed, of doing every
thing well is a moral safeguard, it pre
vents frauds and manifold cheateries.
Whea each one tries to make every
thing better the world will advance
rapidly toward the millennium. Mat
Hugh F. Brooks, ia N. Y. Tribuu
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