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H I west Climate.
H I I P1111 Hunting Near Winnipeg Afri *
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H | gSboota * Exposed The Train
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Hlf Overshoes and Disappears
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H f The cold of Minnesota has boon
Hi f greatly exaggerated by rival states ,
tl * n ( * though times the thermometer low-
if crs * . n tue estimation of society , the
f co is of such a dry , bracing character
11 -as to seem almost oppressively hot to
sf those who are not accustomed to it.
L Hs 'Th ? J ° sParkles , tho step is > elastic
B and rich blood mantles to tlio nose , as
9 the airy caparisoned droska speeds
B blithely through the palmetto groves
I -of the thrifty Occident.
HS Many southern people come to St.
Jl Paul and Minneapolis , it is said , in or-
MS der to escape the rigors of their own
B winter. The * banana belt extending
S from Duluth to Winnipeg reminds one
a of tropical Africa. Lastweek Mr. Riley
H Haggard and 1 started out for a little ,
j 'quiet olephant shooting in the country.
B Bidding farewell to the concierge at
JH the hotel , we packed our heavy express
I rifles and smooth bore elephant guns ,
1 penetrated as far as tho sleeping car
' could convey us , and bidding farewell
J to our faithful Wan Wonga. who ca-
J ressed us both with a whisk broom to
J thg value of twenty scudi , we hired an
J elephant apeico and began to permeate
J tho jungle , preceded by our trusted
J -bird dog.
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fl Nl'E AS A LION TAMER.
B At tho kraal or livery stable , where
KB we engaged our elephants , we were told
Hfl ; hat game was very plenty about thirty
KB niles across the dinglelow and that in
Hfl a small forest of jingsnag trees and
KB aoola bushes quite a covey ot quagga
B und elephants had been scared up by a
Bfl Boer who had penetrated this jungle
Bfl Accompanied by his brakje or dog.
BB The first night we camped beneath
Bfl ilie shade of a Vienna bread fruit tree
B on the borders of the Karroo , and , pre-
Bfl renting the escape of our trusty ele-
Hfl phants by attaching their trunks , we
HB iiegan to prepare our evening meal. I
Bfl read the directions from a book of Af-
Hfl rican travel and my verv faithful com-
fl -ade , Mr. Riley Haggard , did the cook-
Bfl Pirst refreshing ourselves with a long
Bfl iraught from a gourd of spoopju from
fl Peoria , marked 1843 , so called because
HI A. is placed on the market eighteen
m fours aud forty-two miDutes after it is
uade , our faithful gun-bearer , Ylang
Liang , began to carve tho bultong ,
Jleiboss , and jerked muskrat for the
I jvening meal. Making a bright fire of
carroo bushes and fresh train figs , a
.vad of mealies was soon simmering
> ver the coals , while the odor ofCin -
Jl iinnati bultong pervaded the tropical
HJ 'orest.
HJ l'la"g Ylang , our faithful Talet , who
HJ has made his name a household word
H Decause of his search after Schwatka
HJ tnd One Kight Stanlej' , said that ac-
H : ording to tho books on African explo-
HJ ition it was now time to bed down the
slephants. After doing this ho returned
HJ ' ' md proceeded with the cuisine.
HJ Wo had hardlj swallowed our sup-
H 3er , when Mr. 'Riley Haggard was
H . ' ibout to climb a date palm to secure a
HJ " ew luscious lecture dates , when our
H sars were sr.luted by a most unearthly
H > ind ear-piercing roar from the heart of
HJ .he jungle. At this moment our faith-
H " ul Ylaug Ylang eamo with eyes stick-
H jig out like a sore thumb to announce
HJ S .hat our bird dog had flushed a large
HJ I .bvsinian lion.
HI Hurriedly putting a little Mayonaise
I dressing on our faithful Ylang Ylang
HI ve sent him out to parley with the lion
H > vhile Ave put on our telegraph climbers ,
H ind filling our pockets with bultong we
H . ( scended a Duluth palm tree.
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H "A HUNTING WE WILL GO. "
H We had not long to wait ! The wang
Hj • vanga bushes parted and a low , heavy
BJ let , performing lion crept softly into
H 'he open Karroo , preceded at a dis-
H , -ance of about three-quarters of an inch
H ' ty our faithful Ylang Ylang. As the
H ' ioor fellow jumped alowKirdish bush ,
B v heard , a crunching sound such as I
H -iope never to hear again , and tunred
Hi away my head rather than see our
B' trusty gun-bearer in the act of backing
B' . into a Hon.
B As aoon as I could regain my courage
B &y a small nip of spoopjn , I looked
back at the sickening spectacle. All
7 was still save the distant song of the
! . red-breasted blim blam in the Koojoo
ft- bushes.
% . Suddenly remembering how I had
$ once seen a lion tamer make a lion
" quail , I descended from the tree , and
taking a small ri. ing-whip with me , I
said , "Hil" and whipping him across
the forelegs , in the meantime frequent
ly making the remark "bi , " I drove
him away from there. Out of the kraal ,
down the slootor drv water-course and
across the Karoo lands ho sped and so
on back tc Winnipeg , where he joined
his congress of rare wild beasts , as I
I ; . afterward learned.
< " ' - ' Hastily saddling our elephants and
t • sinching them tightly , so that the how-
dah could not slip around under the
I- stomach of the nob e baust , lve mount-
: ' , & by way of freight car standing near
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by and returned across tho rran8vaa\
whatever that is , and hiring a dili
gence. , wo pacl ed our remaining sup
ply of bultong , olephant tuskes , spoop
ju , penmican , elephant blubber , sacred
cow meat , dried yak , Krooliejanv Mil
waukee' Heidsick and a glossary * of
hard words from Rider Haggard , and
took tho cars atStanloy Pool , resolving
to penetrate still further into tho trop
ical depths of tho Northwost.
I had been told by tho real estate
men both at St. Paul and Minneapolis
that tho winter hero was ver-r much
like that of Singapore , but I would not
have believed it even then if I had not
personally tried it. *
Yesterday I associated for some time
with the champion bete noir. As a
bete noir he could givo a self-made
moral leper thirty points , and still sail
out of the game in a blaze of red lire
and. a cyclone of applause. Ho was
tolerable stout , and when he sat down
on my valise and crushed a bottle of
Edenia , presented to mo by an admirer
in Kentucky , I reproached him in
measured and well-chosen terms , but
he just trotted his embonpoint on tho
other knee a little while .and watched
the ever-changing kaleidoscope as it
sped past tho window.
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DINNER A LA CARTE
When the conductor came into the
car tho bete noir had no ticket , so he
tendered tho regular fare. Tho con
ductor was sorry , but would have to
trouble him for ten cents more , as it
wa3 paid on tho train. The bete noir
called me to witness that he tendered
the regular fare , and that he would be
eternally ostracised , embalmed and
fricaseed in the southeast corner of
Satan's hottest precinct before ho
would yield any more. The conductor
was a pale , blonde man , who only gets
mad every four years , but little hectic
spots broke out behind his ears , and a
sirango light came into his gentle blue
eyes.
"Come over hero a moment , Shorty , "
he said to tho rear brakeman. "Go and
tell Skinney White , on the second day
coach , to come back here with you.
We've got a large Suffolk in Section II ,
that wp will have to put into a corn
field , I gii3S. Tell him to bring the ice
tongs out of the baggage car. "
Then the bote noir tied his legs
around the car seat and the train stood
still , the engine bell ringing , but two
hundred people waiting tho motion of
a man who refused to pay ten cents ex
tra because he had failed to get his
ticket at the station.
Shorty and Skinny both came back
with a look of > determination and
gloves that had the fingers cut off.
Each spat on his hands and took hold
of the dead bete noir. They lifted him
a little and Shorty fell over into my lap
with a small wisp of the fat man's lin
gerie in each handThey both grabbed
at him again and took out little hand-
fulls of bristles as one does who tries to
Kull a reluctant shoat from a scalding
arrel on butchering day. At last they
lifted him and expedited him along the
isle , from seat to seat , as he took little
mementos from the features of law-
abiding passengers , who wero all get
ting farther and farther behind time
and losing connections because the bete
noir wouldn't pay bjs ten cents.
One man said , "Herel I'll pay the ten
cents. Great heavens ! I've got to lec
ture at Tailholt , Indiana , to-morrow ,
and if I don't get there I lose $8 and my
expenses. "
But the passengers said , "No , he
must pay it hi uself. We will | assist in
hanging him to a dried apple tree , but
we will not allow anybody to pay his
ten cents for him. "
Ju3t as he was falling off the plat
form into a cattle guard , the bete noir
paid his ten cents and remained. The
heavy train , twenty minutes late and
liable to lose its rights on the road ,
tried to start up grade. The bete noir >
with his bristles down h > s spine column
and his wealth of viscera trembling like
a jelly roll , stole my paper and took a
seat.
seat.That night he snored like th6 sough
of a bath tub , ehewed invisible food , .
put a stoccato inilammatus atthe end of '
each snore and scared two little mothj j
erless children awake with his stentori- !
ous recitals. He received a slight tes
timonial ever and anon , until morning ,
when his Tierth looked like a boot and
shoe store. In the morning he bathed
for over an hour , while the rest of the
people stood around with draped sus
penders , saying things which would •
look sadly out of place in a pure , nice |
paper like this. He bathed his coni i
caved mug and sozzled and spattered
and blew and bellowed till he got his
nose to bleeding. Then' he got wild
and decorated that whole end of the
car till it looked like the battle of Get
tysburg. "Finally peace was declared ,
and just as he left the. field we drew in
to St. Louis. Twenty exasperated men
unkempt and unwashed , went out of
the car and slunk away to find a hotel. •
I was one of them. But I could not
slink away until I found my overshoes.
They were gone ! I reached under my
seat and burned myself on tho heat
pipes , almost burst my head open try
ing to look under the other seats , and
then the porter said that "De pussy
gentleman in number leven , sah , took
those obah shoes , I reckon. He looked
kind of doubtless when he lit out , like
he expected he be shot befo' he got
home. "
"Well , which way did he go ? " I in
quired.
"Well , sah , he went up toads de
stock yahds , sah , and when I saw him .
lasht he was a wearin' the eye of a gen'
tie old lady from Shakerag , 111. , on do
end of hi1 ? umbrella , sah. "
I can imagine such a man in his
home life. Ho plays the poor sick papa
a t when ha gets home and eats up all
the jam , anil digs the tenderloin out of
a steak , and the poor old thoughtful
hen comes and contributes to poor sick j
papa her latest and best work. His j
poor , meek wife wishes that Heaven '
had made her a better assignment , and
his children run and conceal themselves
when he comes home.
When the excitement incident to the
resurreetion has died away , > l shall bo
surprised if thfcF patientsad-eyed , wtfe. p
and the scared children on tho parlor
floor of heaven , do notreceive , a note
by messenger bov from "Poor , sick
Papa , " asking them , if they can con
sistently do so , to use theirinfluence
toward getting the Celestial House Co. . •
No. 1 to play for a few hours in the
overheated apartments of p Si-k
Papa. " BiuNrT
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One © upon a time , a good many
years afro , tljere was a traveler , and
he set out upon a journey. It was a
magic journey , and was to seem very
long when lie began it , and very
short when he got halfway through.
Ho traveled along a very dark path
for some little time without meeting
anything , until at last he came to a
beautiful child. "What do you do
hero ? , " and tho child said : "lam al
ways at play. Como and play with
me ! "
So , he played with that child the
whole day long , they wore very mer
ry. The sky was so bl tie , the sun was
so bright , the water was so sparkling ,
the leaves wero so green , the flowers
were so lovely , and they heard such
singing birds and saw so many but
terflies that everything was
beautiful. This was fine weath
er. When it rained , they
loved to watch the falling
'drops and to smell the fresh scents.
When it blew , it was delightful to
listen to the wind and fancy what it
said , as it came rushing from its
home where was that they won
dered ! whistling and howling , driv
ing the clouds before it bending the
trees , rumbling in the chimneys ,
shaking the house , and making tho
sea roar in fury. But , when it snowed ,
that was the best of all ; for they
liked nothing so well as to look up
at the white flakes falling * fast and
thick , like down from the breasts of
millions of white birds , and to see
how smooth and deep the drift was ,
and to listen to the hush upon the
paths and roads.
They had plenty of the finest toys
in the world and the most astonish
ing picture books ; all about scimi
tars and slippers and turbans , and
dwarfs and giants and genii and fair
ies , and bluebeards and bean stalks ,
and riches and caves and forests and
Valentines and Orsons , and all new
and all true.
But one day , of a sudden , the
traveler lost the child. He called to
him over and over again , but got no
answer. So he went upon his road ,
and went on for a little while withj j
out meeting anything , until at last
he came to a handsome boy. So he
said to the boy : "What do you do
here ? " And the boy said : "I am i
always learning. Come and learn
with me. "
So he learned with that boy about
Jupiter and Juno , and the Greeks J
and the Romans , and I don't know
what , and learned more than I could ;
tell or he either , for he soon forgot ;
a deal of it. But. they were not j
always learning : They had the mer- ]
riest games that ever were played. '
They rowed upon tho river in sum-
mer and skated on the ice in winter : *
they were active afoot and active on I
horseback ; at cricket and all games i
of ball ; prisoner's base , hare and
hounds , follow my leader , and more i
sports than I can think of ; nobody >
could beat them. They had holidays , i
too , and Twelfth cakes , and parties j
where they danced till midnight , and I
real theaters , where they saw palaces I
of real gold and silver rise out of the <
real earth , and saw all the wonders I
of the Avorld at once. As to friends , ;
they had such dear friends and so i
many of them that I want the time i
to reckon them up. They were all i
young like the handsome boy , and (
were never to be strange to one an1 1
other all their lives.
Still , one day in tho midst of all 1
these pleasures , the traveler lost the
bo3's as he lost the child , and after
calling for them in vain weno on tin s
journey. So he went on for a little
while without seeing anything , until I
at last he came to a youngman. So ,
he said to the young man , ' 'What
do you do here ? "
And the young man said , "I am f
always in love. Come and love with t
me. " c
So he went away with that young
man , and presently they cameto one
of the prettiest girls that was ever
seen just like Fanny in the corner e
there and she had eyes like Fanny , t
and hair like Fanny , and dimples
like Fanny's , and she laughed and
colored just as Fanny does while I r
am talking about her. So the young j
man fell in love just as Somebody I E
won't mention , the first ximehecame j
here , did with Fanny. Well ! he was
teased sometimes just as Somebody <
ased to be by Fanny , and they quar
reled sometimes , just as Somebody {
and Fannyised to quarrel , j
and they made it up ; and sat in the j
dark , and wrote letters every day r
and never were happy asunder , and |
were always looking out for one
another and pretended not to , and
a
were engaged at Christmas time , and \
sat close to one another by the fire ,
and were going to be married very
soon all exactly like Somebody I
won't mention and Fanny.
But the traveler lost them one day t
as he had lost the rest of his friends ,
and after calling to them to coihe
back which they never did , went on °
upon his journey. So he went on for r
a little while without seeing anything , e
until at last he came to a middle1
aged gentleman. • So he said to the *
gentleman , "What are you doing 1
here ? " And his answer was , "I am c
always busy. Come and bo busy r
with me ! " t
So he began to be very busy with t
that gentleman , and they went on a
through the wood together. The s
whole journey was through a wood , 1
only it had been open and green at 3
first , like a wood in spring , and t
now began to be thick and dark , like c
wood in summer ; some of the d
little trees that had come out p
earliest werejwen turning brown , c
The entleman was notalone , ; but rl
had a lady of about the ' same age
with him , who\vas his wife ; and they
had children , who were with them g
too. So they all went on together ,
through the wood , cutting down the *
tree9 , and making a path through s
the branches and the fallen leaves , t
and carrying burdens , and working f
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Sometimes thoy camo to a long
green avenue that opened into deeper
woods. Then they would hear a very
littlo distant voice crying. "Father ,
father , I am another child ! Stop
for mel" And presently they would
see a very little figure , growing
larger as it came along , running to
join them. When it came up , they
all crowded arouud it , and
kissed and welcomed it , and then
they all went together.
Sometimes they came to several
avenues at once , and then they all
stood still , and one of the children
said , "Father I am going to sea , "
and another said , "Father I am go
ing to India , " and another , "Father ,
I am going to seek my fortune where
lean , " and another , "Father I am
going to Heaven ! " So. with many
tears at parting , they wont , solitary ,
down those avenues , each child upon
its way ; and the child who went to
Heaven rose into the clouds and.vau-
ished.
Whenever these partings happened
the traveler looked atthegentlemnu , ' ,
and saw him glance up at the sky #
abo vo the trees , where the day was j
beginning to decline and the sunset |
to como on. He saw , too , that his
hair was turning gray. But they
never could rest long , for thej' had
their journey to perlorm , and it was
necessary for them to be always busy.
At last there had been so many
partings that there were no children
left , and only the traveler , the gen
tleman and the lady went upon tlinir
way in company. And now the wood
was yellow , and now brown , and the
leaves , even of the forest trees , began
to fall.
So they came to an avenue that
was darker than the rest , and were
pressing forward on their journey
without looking down it when the
lady stopped.
"My husband , " said the lady , "I
am called. "
They listened , and they heard a
voice a long way down the avenue
say , "Mother , mother ! "
It was tho voice of the first child
who had said , "I am going to Heav- '
en ! " and the father said , "I pray not
yet. "
But the voice cried. "Mother , moth
er ! " without minding him , though
liis hair was now quite white and ,
tears were on his face.
Then the mother who was already |
clrawn into the shade of the dark ave- •
tiue and moving away , with her arms '
3till round his neck kissed him and
said. "My dearest , I am summoned ,
and I go ! " And she was gone. And
bhe traveler and he wereleft alonetot
jether.
And they went on and on together
until they came to very near the end
of the wood so near that they could
3ee the sunsetshiningred before them
bhrough the trees.
Yet , once more , while he broke his
svay among the branches , 'thetrnvel-
jr lost his friend. He called and called ,
but there was no reply , and when he
passed out of the wood and saw the
peaceful sun going down upon awide
purple prospect , he came to an old
nan sitting on a fallen tree. So he
said to the ol& man , "wluit do you
lo here ? " And the old man said with
i calm smile , * f'I am always remem-
Dering. Come' and remember with
ne ! "
So the traveler sat down by the
side of that old man , face to face ,
fvith the serene sunset , and all his
riends came softly back and stood
iround him. The beautilul child , the
mndsome boy , the young man in
ove , the father , mother and children ;
( very one of them was there , and he
lad lost nothing. So he loved them .
ill , and was kind and forbearing with •
hem all , and was always pleased to
vatch them all , and they all honored
ind loved him. Andlthinkthetravel-
t must be yourself , dear grandfathpr ,
) ecause that is what you do to us ,
md what we do to you. Charles
) ickens.
A Home Thrust ,
"Yes , " she said , in answer to some- ;
ihing he had said , "the old songs are , [
'erv beautiful. " . i
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"Beautiful ! " he exclaimed , entlnisi-
istically "beautiful hardly describes . ' :
hem. They are they are well ,
ompared with them , thesong3 i
o-day are trash , the veriest trash. '
"I agree with you , yet the old • !
ongs sometimes contain sentiments
-hat - one cannot wholly approve.
"I think you are mistaken. "
"I will give you an illustration ,
[ "here is JohnHoward Paine's Home ,
iweet Home , for instance. You ,
urel3 * do not agree with all the sen-
iments it contains ? "
"Why not ? " he asked , warmly ;
[ why not ? "
"Because , " she said glancing at
ho clock , which was marking the , :
iouV of eleven , "because there is a
ine in that song which says 'There ' s
10 place like home. ' You do not
lelievo that , do you ? " ;
Then he coughed a hollow cough
nd arose and went silently out into ,
he night. Boston Courier.
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A Kew Danger. i
The introduction of leprosy into
he United States must be stopped =
nd the terrible disease stamped out • <
t once , or it will be the most un- | J
lanageable of all epidemics that j
ver visited our land. There is no ,
anger any question of its being comi i
aunicable. The lepers have invaded
Jritish Columbia , and had such free j
ccess to the Indians that the whole l
ace of red men is infected. The an5
agonism to Chinese immigration \
rill be more widespread that ever , j
nd will be based on something be- j
ides race prejudice. It would be far '
letter to stop quarantining against i
ellow fever and smallpox , for while (
he latter kill more quickly , leprosy •
ovours its victims with a living i
eath. When will our authorities
; et well aroused to appreciate the *
anger that is coming upon us ? St. ]
iouis GloberDemocrat. , tf „ '
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A dark carpet often looks dusty so
oon after it has been swept thatyou i
now it does notneed sweeping again , \
o wet a cloth or sponge , wring it al- !
aost dry and wipe off the dust. A ]
jw drops of ammonia in the water i
rill brighten the colors. j
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Passages aro Dwelt Upon by tho
Rev. Talmagre That Fit Snugly.
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Herod Was a Lover of Croat
Architecture , Savs the Dlvlno.
"Tho Literature of tho Dust" His Text.
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Uhooktvx , Feb. 17. Dr. Talmago preach
ed this morning in tho Brooklyn Tabernacle
on tho subject , "Tho Literature of the
Dust. " After explaining appropriaio pass
ages of Scripture concerning Christ he
gave out the hymn :
Oh. could I speak the matcllc. 8 worth.
Oh , could I sound the g.orlcs firth
Which In my Sirlour Rhine.
Text : John viii , 0 : "Jesus stooped doivn
and wrote on the ground. "
A Mohammedan mosque stands now
where once stood Herod's temple , tho sceno
of my text. Solomon's tcmplo had stood
thoro , but Nebuchaduczzar thundered it
down. Zorobabol's tcmplo liad stood there ,
but that had been prostrated. Now wo take
our places in a tcmplo that Herod built be
cause ho was fond of great architecture and
he wanted tho preceding temples to seem
insignificant. Put oight or ten modern
cathedrals together and thoy would not
equal that structure. It covered nineteen
acres. There wero marble pillars support
ing roofs of cedar and silver tables on which
stood golden cups , and there were carvings
exquisito and inscriptions resplendent , glit
tering , balustrades and ornamontca gato-
ways. Tho building of this temple kept ten
thousand workmen for * .
busy forty-six ycais.
In that stupendous pile of nomp and roaRni-
Jficence sat Christ , and a listening throng
stood about him , then a wild disturbance
took place. A croup of men are pulling and
pushing along a woman who had committed
the ivorst crime against society. When thoy
have brought her in front of Christ , they
ask that he sentence her to death by
stoning. They aro u critical , merciless ,
disingenuous crowd. They want to get
Christ into controversy aud public repre
hension. If ho say "Let her die , " thoy will
charge him with cruelty. If ho let her go ,
they will charge him with being in com
plicity with wickedness. Whichever way
he does , they would howl at him. Then
occurs a scene which has not been sufficient
ly regarded. Ha leaves the lounge or bench
on which he was sitting and goes down on
one knee , or both knees , and with the fore-
linger of his right hand ho begins to write
in the dust of the iloor , word after word.
But they were not to be diverted or hinder
ed. They kept on demanding that he settle
this case of transgression until he looked up
and told them that they might themselves
begin tho woman's assassination , if tho
complainant who had never done anything
wrong himself would open the fire. "Go
ahead , but be suro the man who flings the
first missile is immaculate. " Then he re
sumed writing with his linger in the dust of
the floor , word after word. Instead of
looking over his shoulder lo see what he
had written the scoundi els skulked away.
Finally , the whole place is clear of pur
suers , antagonists and plaintiffs , and when
Christ has finished this strange chirography
in the dust , ho looks up and finds the
woman all alone. The prisoner is the only
one of tho court room left , the judges , tho <
police , the prosecuting attorneys having :
cleared out. Christ is victor , and he says
to the woman : " \ \ here are the prosecutors <
in this case ? Are they all gone ? Then I
discharge you ; go and sin no more. "
I have always wondered what Christ :
wrote on the ground. For do j-ou realize
that is the only time he ever wrote at alH i
I know that Eusebius says that Christ once
wrote a letter to Abgariis , the king of Edes-
sa. but there is no good evidence of such a
correspondence. The wisest being the i
world ever saw and the one who had more ;
to say than any one who ever lived , never 1
writing a book or a chapter , or a page or a <
paragraph , or a word on parchment. Noth1 1
mg but this literature of the dust , and one
sweep of a brush or one breath of a wind !
obliterated that forever. Among all the 1
rolls of the volumes of tho first library <
founded at Thebes there was not one scroll . '
of Christ. Among the soven hundred thou- <
sand books of the Alexandrian library , 1
which by the infamous decree of Caliph i
Omar were used as fuel to heat the four 1
thousand baths of the city , not one sentence (
had Christ penned. Among all the infinitude i
of volumes now standing in the libraries of i
Edinburgh , the British museum , or Berlin <
or Vienna , or the learned repositories of all 1
nations , not one word written directly by i
the linger of Christ. All he worte he wrote 1
in dust , uncertain , shifting , vanishing dust. ;
My text says he stooped down and wrote i
Dn the ground. Standing straight up a man i
might write on the cround with a staff , but 1
if with his fingers he would write in the {
lust , he must bend clear over. Aye , he 1
must get at least on one knee or he cannot t
write on the ground. Be not surprised that 1
he stooped down. Stooping down from " *
castle to barn. Stooping down from celes- (
tial homage to mobocralie jeer. From resi1
lenco above tho stars to where a star had to i
fall to designate his landing place. From a
heaven's front door to the world's b-ick gate , t
From writing in round and silvered letters J
: > f constellation and galaxy on the blue scroll 1
of heaven , to writing on the ground in the
lust , which the feet of the crowd had left in s
Herod's temple. If in .lanuary you have t
3ver stepped out of a prince's conservatory c
that had Mexican cactus and magnolias in j
[ ull bloom , into the outside air 10 degs. beJ
low zero , you may get some idea of Christ's f
change of atmosphere from celestial to tort '
restial. How many heavens there are I : :
know not , but there are at least three , for J '
Paul was • 'cauchtup into the third heaven. " | '
Christ came down from the highest heaven ' r
to the second heaven , and down from second > 1
lieaven to first neaven. down swifter than ' i
meteors fell , down amidst stellar splendors ' c
that himself eclipsed , down through clouds , ! i
through atmospheres , through appalling ' t
space , down to where there was no lower . r
depth. From being waited on at the ban- t i
luet of the skies to the broiling of fish for j t
tiis own breakfast on the banks of the lake. I
Prom emblazoned chariots of eternity to the j t
saddle of a mule's back. The homage cher-
Libic , seraphic , archangclic. to the paying 1
Df sixty-two and a half cents of tax to Casar. r
From the deathless country to n tomb built t
to hide human dissolution. The uplifted I
wave of Galilee was high.buthe had to come t
down , beforcwith his feet he could touch it , • i
ind the whirlwind that rose above the bilr '
low was higher yet.but he had to come down t
before , with his lip , he could kiss it into 1
ijuiet. Bethelhem a stooping down. Nazc ,
ireth a stooping down. Death between two t
irarglars a stooping down. Yes it was in 'J
consonance with humiliations that had gone a
before and with abnegations that came af'J
; er , when on that memorable day in Herod's d
temple he stooped and wrote on the ground.
Whether the words he was writing were ' s
in Greek , or Latin , or Hebrew , t cannot' g
; ay , for he knew all those languases. But v
ic is still stooping down and with his finger n
writing on the ground : in the winter in lotj j J "
crs of crystals , in the spring in letie : & of i "V
lowers , in summer in golden letters of haro |
. -est , in autumn in letters of fire on fallen c
eaves. How it would sweeten up and entl
'ich and emblazon this world could we see d
Dhrist's caligraphy all over it. This world h
was not flung out into space thousands of ji
rears ago and then left to look out for itself , c
[ t is still under the divine care. Christ nevh
: r for a half second takes his hand off of it , v
> r it would soon be a shipwrecked world , a v
lef unct world , an obsolete world , an abana
loneded world , a dead world.Let there I
je light' ' was said in the beginning. And v
Christ stands under the wintry skies and c
> ays , Let there be snowflakes to enrich the t ;
arth ; and under the clouds of spring and 1c
says , Come ye blossoms and make redolent n
he orchards ; and in September , dips the c :
jranches into the vat of beautiful colors . "n
md swings them in the hazy air. No whim jA j
> f mine is this. "Without him was not any j tl
hing made that was made. " Christ writ- i b
ng on the ground. If we could see his hand a
n all the passing seasons , how it woula u
Uumine the world ! All verdure and foliage n
vould be allegoric , and again we would n
lear him say as of old , "Consider the liliesA
f the field , t ow they grow ; " and we would is
lot hear the whistle of a quail or the cawS
ng of a raven or the roundelay of a brown- I si
hresher , without saying , "Behold the 1 a :
owls of the air , they gather not into barns , , g
ret your Heavenly Father feedeth them ; " vi
md a Dominic hen of the barnyard could d
lot cluck for her brood , yet we would hear d
3hrist saying as of old , "How often would h
* have gathored thychildren togethercvcn n
is a hen gathered her chickens under her si
vings ; " and through the redolent hedges , It
ve would hear Christ saying , "I am the L
oseof Sharon ; " wo could not diu the seaoi
ioning from the salt cellar without thinking
if the divine suggestion , "Ye are the salt of h
ho earth , but if the salt have lost its savor , n
t is fit for nothing but to be cat out and d
redden under foot of men. " Let us wako q :
ip from our stupidity and take the whole ii
vorld as a parable. Then if with gun and h
mck of hounds wo start off before dawn and d
r 4J & ® & " S
v.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
sco the morning coming down off tho hllU
to meet us , wc would cry out with tho evan
gelist , "Tho day upring from on high hath
visited usn or caught in a snow storm ,
whllo struggljng homo , oyobrows and beard
and apparel all covered with tho whirling
Hakes , wo would cry out with David ,
"Wash mo und I shall bo whiter
than snow. " In a plcturo gallery
of Kuropo , thoro Is on tho celling
un csquisito fresco , but pooplo having
to look straight up , it wearied and
dizzied J.hem , and bent their nocks almost
beyond endurance , so a great looking
glass was put nenr tho floor and nou
visitors only need to look easily' down intt
this mirror and thoy see tho fresco at
their feet And so much of all tho heaven
of God's truth is rcilectcd in this world as in
a mirror , and the things that aro above arc
copied by things all around us. What right
have wo to throw away ono of God's Bibles ,
ayethe first Bible ho ever gavo tho rseo !
Wo talk about tho Old Testament and the
Now Testameut , but tho oldest Testament
contains tho lessons of tho natural world.
Somo peoplo liko tho New Testament so
well they discard tho Old Testament Shall
wo liko tho New Testament and the Old
Testament so well as to depreciate tho old
est ; namely , that which was written before
Moses was put alloat on tho boat of leaves
which was calked with asphaltum ; or re
ject tho Genesis and tho Hovelation that
wore written centuries beforo Adam lost a
rib and gained a wifel No , no ;
when Doity stoops down and writes on the
ground , lot us read it. I would havo nc
less appreciation of tho Bible on paper that
comes out of tho paper mill , but I would
urge appreciation of the Biblo in tho grass ,
the Biblo in tho sand hill , tho Biblo in the
geranium , tho Biblo in tho asphodel , the Bi
blo in the dust. Some one asked an ancient
king whether ho had seen tho eclipso of the
sun. "No , " snid ho , "I havo so much to do
on earth , I havo no timo to look at heaven. "
And if our faculties wore all awake in the
study of God , we would not havo time to go
much further than the lirst grass blade. J
havo no fear that natural religion will evet
contradict what wo call revealed religion.
1 have no sympathy with tho followers ol
Aristotle , who after tho telescope was in
vented , would not look through it , lest it
contradict some of tho theories of their great
master. I shall bo glad to put against one
lid of tho tho Bible tho microseoie ] , and
against tho other lid of tho Bible thetele
scope.
But when Christ stooped clown and wrote
ou tho ground , what did ho write J The
Pharisees did not stop to examine. The
cowards , whipped of their own consciences ,
fled pell mell. .Nothing will flay a man like
an aroused conscience. Dr. Stevens , in his
"History of Methodism , " says that when ,
Rev. Benjamin Abbott of olden times was
preaching , ho exclaimed : "For aught I
know there may be a murderer in this
house , " and a man rose in tho assemblage
and started for the door and bawled aloud ,
confessing to a murder he had committed
fifteen years before. And no wonder these
Pharasees. reminded of their sins , took their
heels. But what did Christ write on tho
srround ? The Bible does not state. Yet , as
Christ never wrote anything except that
ance , you canuot blame us for wanting to
know what he really did write. But 1 am
certain he wrote nothing trivial , or nothing
unimportant. And will you allow mo to say
that 1 think I know what lu wrote on tho
? rouud * 1 judge from the circumstances ,
tic might have written other things , but
kneeling there in tho temple , surrounded
t > y a pack.of hypocrites who were a self
ippointed constabulary , and having in
tiis presence a persecuted woman who
jvidently was very penitent for her
sins , I am sure ho wrote two words ,
both of them graphic and tremend-
ms and rcverbratiug. And the one
word was Hypocrisy and the other word was
Forgiveness. From the way these Phari-
ices and Scribes vacated tho promises and
jot out into fresh air , jis Christ , with just
me ironical sentence , unmasked them , I
know they were first class hypocrites. It
was then as it is now. The more faults and
inconsistencies people havo of their own ,
ho more sovero and censorious are they
ibout the faults of others. Here they arc
twenty stout men arresting and arraigning
mo weak woman. Magnificent business to
jc engaged in. They wanted the fun of sec-
ng her faint away under a heavy judicial
sentence from Christ , and then after she
lad been taken outside the city and fasten-
d at the foot of a precipice , the Scribes and
Pharisees wanted the satisfaction of
; ach coming and dropping a big stone on her
lead , for that was the style of capital pun-
shment that they asked for. Some jieople
lave taken the responsibility of saying that
Dhrist never laugned. But I think as he
saw those men drop everything , chagrined
nortified , exposed , and go out quick-
sr than they came in , ho must
lave laughed. At any rate , it makes
nc laugh to read of it. All of
hese libertines , dramatizing indignation
igainst impurity. Blind bats lectur-
ng on optics. A flock of crows on their
vay up from a carcass , denouncing carrion ,
fes , I think that one word written on the
ground that day by the finger of Christ was
ho awful word Hypocrisy. But I am sure
here was another word in that dust. From
ter entire manner I am sure that arraigned
voman was repentant. She made no apol-
gy , and Christ in no wise belittled her sin.
iut her supplicatory behavior and her tears
noved" him , and when he stooped down to
vrite ou the ground , he wrote that mighty , |
hat imperial word Forgiveness. When 6n
5inai God wrote the law , he wrote it with
inger of lightning on tables of stone , each
vord cut as by a chisel into the hard jrranito
urface. But when he writes the offense of
his woman he writes it in dust so that it
an be easily rubbed out , aud when she re
lents of it , oh , he was a merciful Christ !
was reading of a lezend that is told in tho
ar east about him. He was walking through
he streets of a city and he saw a crowd
round a dead dog. And one man said :
'What a loathsome object is that dog ! ' "
• Yes. " said another , ' • his ears arc mauled
nd bleeding. " "Yes , * ' said another , "even
lis hide would not be of any use to the tan-
icr.Yes , " said another , "the odor of his
arcass is dreadful. " Then Christ , stand-
ng t ere , said : "But pearls cannot equal
he whiteness of his teeth. * ' Then the peo-
ile , moved by the idea thiit any one cculd
ind anything pleasant concerning a dead
og , said : "Uhy , this must bo Jesus of
fazareth. * ' Kcprovcd and convicted they
rent away. Surely this legend of Christ is
ood enough to be true. Kindness in all
lis words and ways and habits. Forgive
ness. \ \ ord of e'eveu letters , and some of
hem thrones , and some of th"m palm
iranches. Better have Christ write close
o our names that one word , though he write
t in dust , than to have our name cut into
lonumental granite with the letters that
he storms of a thousand years cannot ob
literate. Bishop Babington had a i.ook of
nly tirce leaves. The first leaf was black ,
he second leaf red , the third leaf white ,
'he black leaf suggested sin : the red leaf
tenement : the white leaf purification ,
"hat is the whole story. Gcd will abua-
antly pardon.
I must not forget to say that as Christ ,
looping down , with his linger wrote on the
round , it is evident that his sympathies are
rith this penitent woman , and that he has i
o sympathy with her hypocritical pursuers , j
ust opposite to that is the world s habit. I
lrhy didn't these unclean Pharisees bring j
ae of their own number to Christ for ex- '
sriation and capital punishment' No.no ; <
icy overlook that in a man which they 1
amnate in a woman. And so the world has j
ad for offending women scourges and ob-
irgation , and for just one offense she be- 1
jmes an outcast , while for men whose lives J
ave been sorlomic for twenty years , the ' ,
orld swings open its doors of bril iant j
elcome , and they may sit in le ? isiature3
ad senates and parliaments or on thrones. I
nlike the Christ of my text the world I
rites a man's misdemeanor in ; dust , but i
lisels a woman's offense with great capi- -
ds upon ineffaceable marble. For foreign
> rds and princes , whoso names cani
ot even be meniione.1 in respectaolo - <
rcles abroad because they aro *
alking lazarettos of abomination , our
merican princesses of fortune wait , and at .
le first beck sail out with ihe-n iu'o the i
lackness of darkness forever. And in what 1
re called higher circles of society there is *
aw not only the eniitation of fore ' gn man- \
2rs , but an imitation of foriegn dissolutej
2ss. I like an Englishman and I like an
hut the sickest earth r
merican , crcat re on
i an American playing tho Englishman , c
ociety needs to be reconstructed on this s
lbject. Treat them alike , masculine crime a
id feminie crime. If you cut the one in
rani'e , cut them both in granite. If you
rite the one in dust , write the othr in f
list No , no , says the world , let woman go c
) wn and let man go up. What is that I „
; ar splashing into the East river at mid- °
ight , and then tfiero-is a gnrg c as of =
rangulation , and all is still. Never mind * * '
, is only a woman too discouraged to live , c
et the mills of the cruol world grind right
i. l.
But while I speak of Christ of the text , l
is stooping down writing in the dust , do
'
jt think I underrate tho 'litcrat re of tho
ust. It is the most solemn and tremen Jous 3
' all literature. It is the groat-st of all , .
br Ties. When Layard exhumed Nlnevan
2 was only opening tho door of its mightv s
ust. Tho excavations of Pompeii havo c
• * - - * " - • * • . . . . v ? ' " , * * _ / • b
- " * I
- t i n nii ititttii -nr ifj ]
t-
' - - . * .
only been tho uuclaaplni ? rf 'M * * ? * • ? ' .30
a
Admir l
volamoof a nation' * dust W
Fan-strut and his friends , a iW ye i * H * % Jfc
vlBited that rrarorrected city , to "fw5 ; ? - "jg
Balbo , who had been quo of iw ohk * C tl- v | |
zons in its prosporouR days. w a ope ed RHd. ift" *
a tublo wns spread in that'faowe which JB
eighteen hundred and tan year * mL jKg
been burled by volcanto eruption , tjnd
Farragut nitd his gucsta walked oyer
tho exquisite mosaics and under tHO j
boautlful fresco , and it almost seemed liko . „ ,
boing entertained by thoeo who eip f" " % '
centuries ago had turned to duet.Oh , thfa
mighty literature of tho dust. WBero are A.
the remains of Sennacherib and AttUa a nd
Epamiuondas and Tamorlano and TroJ * " . •
and Philip of Maccdon and Julius Cwsarl A-i
.
Dust ! Whoro aro tho heroes who fought .j
on both sides at Clueronoa , at Hastings , at. -1
Marathon , at Cressy , of tho 110.000 men . |
who fought at Arincourt , o tho OOOiaoii
who faced death nt Jena , of-tho 400.0W -
whoso armor glittered in tho win at Wag- j
ram , of tho 1,000,000 men undor Dariua at
Arhella , of tho 2,041,000 men under Xerxes i
atThennopyhni Dustt
Whero aro the'guests who danced tho j
floors of tho Alhambia. or tho Persian pal- j
acesof AhasuorusJ Dust ! Whero aro tho J
muslciaus who pluyed and the orators who I
spoko. und tho sculptors who chiseled , ana ; l
the architects who built in all tho centuries ,
except our own t Dust ! Tho greatest libra- > ]
ry of tho world , that which has tho widest f |
shelves and tho longest aisles and tho most I
multitudinous volumes und tho vastest I
wealth , is tho underground library. It is I
tho royal library , tho continental library , I
tho hemisphericlibrary , tho planetary-libra- I
ry , the library of tho dust. And all these I
library eases will bo opened , and all theso I
scrolls unrolled and oil these volumes un- „ * - 1
clasped and as easily as ia your libra- I
ry or mine wo tako up a book. I
blow tho dust off of it. aadr turn. J
over its pages , so easily will tho Lorn of tho 1
Resurrection pick up out of this library ot ,1
dust everv volume of human lifo and open. ' |
it and read it and display It. And the vol- I
umo will be rebound , to bo sot in tho royaL .j
library of tho self destroyed. Oh , this 1
mighty literature of tho dust ! It to not so |
wonderful after all that Christ choso , in- J
stead of an inkstand , tho impressionable- il
sand on the floor of an ancient temple , and I
instead of aliardnon , put forth his foro- jl
finger with the same Kind of norve and 1
muscle , and bono , and flesh , as that which . |
and wrote the- <
makes up-our own forefinger ,
awful doom of hypocrlcy and full and. com- |
plete forgiveness for repentant sinners , ' 1
even tho worst. I
And now I can believe that which t read ,
how that a mother kept burning a cnndlo in.
the windowovery night for ten years , and
one night very Into a poor waif of tho street ,
entered. The aged woman , said to herr "Sit
down by the ilro , " aud tho stranger said ,
"Whv do you keep that lfght in tho win-
dow ? " The aged womon said : . ' "Tbatis to
light ipy wayward daughter when she re-
turns. Sinco she went away ton years ago ,
my hair has turned white. Folks blame mo
for worrying about her , but you seeI am ,
her mother and sometimes , half a dozen fl
times a night , I open tho door and look out
into the darkness and cry , 'Lizzio I' 'Lizzie lr
But I must not tell you any moreabout flj
my trouble , for I gucs3 , from the way you '
cry , you have trouble enough of your
own. Why , how cold and sick you seem I
Oil , my ! can it be ? Yes , you aro Lizzie , my .
own lost child. Thank God that you aro- M
home again ! " And what a timo of rojoic-
ing there was in that houso that night ! And
Christ stooped down , and in the ashes-of
that hearth , now lighted up not more by tho
great blazing logs than by tho joy of a roun-
itcd household , wrote tho sarao liberating ;
words that he had written more than oigh-
teen hundred years ago in tho dust of tho
Jerusalem temple. Forgiveness ! A word
broad enough and high enough tolet pass-
through it all the armia of heaven , a mill-
ion abreast , on white horses * nostril to >
nostril , flank to flank.
Horses Vcrus Whisky.
I have retired from tho turf per- fl
manently , and have sold out the thirty- fl
nine horses that made up the Melfl
bourne stables. In tho five years I fl
have been racingthoroughbreds I have fl
made money. I got § 151,000 for my fl
stable , and in addition to * that I had a H
yearling : sale two years ago that netted fl
me $13,000. My sole reason for leaving- H
the track was that I either had to give fl
up my whisky business or my horses. fl
The whisky business I considered the 'fl
safest investment of tho two. "When I , fl
went on the turf five years ago I had fl
but live horses , headed by Blue "Wing. •
Gradually the number inerettsed on mo ; fl
until I found that the stable demanded. S
all of my time. The risk wis too great. ! H
The chance of great losses is in the S
purchase * of yearlings. Last year tho |
Dwyers invested § 70,000 in yearlings , H
and did not get a race horse out of the / |
lot. In my live years I developed four- |
teen stake winners , but I might havo M
not got two out of the lot. It was simply fl
my luck. There are but two classes of |
people who can stay on the turf. One M
is made millionaires , like tho Cali- tH |
fornians , who race horses for pastime ' |
and can afford it. Tho other is made- ctJ
up of men like Green Morris , Jimmy Afl
Williams and Ed Corrigan , men who ' M
live with and train their own horses , M
knowing them as they know them- M
selves. There is no medium line. Either |
a man must be indifferent to losses or M
be unable to stand them. 1 think that M
the sport is the noblest of all. Not being flfl
; i millionaire , I could not run horses for nfl
amusement and , having a good whisky t fl
business that I could not afford to lose , fl
I could not afford to sleep with my ' H
liorses. Will Barnes , in St. Loni3 H
Globe-Democrat. fl
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A Lost Opportunity. M
"I don 't want anything more to do j fl
with Jim , " he said . in a determined j H
voice as they stood on tho platform of a ' H
ui-atiot .
avenue car. '
"What's the matter ? " asked the oth- H
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"He s n. g. i
"He was drunk and I wa3 trying to > H
net him home. He broke away and. N H
fell into a basemen j and got badly H
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md sent him off to tho cooler. I went ' H
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lown , and I was right there to testify H
hat I saw the officer club him. Just ' H
he best chance in the world to down a |
) eeler , and Jim wasn't the man to take * H
id vantage of it. He can 't .run with ' H
his chicken no more. " Detroit Free '
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The Holmes Library. i H
Dr.01iverWendellHolmesin present- ' H
ng his splendid medicall library of '
learly 1,000 volumes to the Boston | H
iledical Society , said : l |
"It has grown by a slow process of I H
.ccretion. The first volume of It wasflfl '
Jell's -Anatomy , ' and the last was | H
Elements of Pharmacy. ' The oldest !
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