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Her thoughts dwelt on Dr. Busatti ,
as the first young man in whose
! eyes she had Byer read a
' dawning admiration. The purchase
t of the dress was distinctly traceable to
i such a source. She was accustomed to
his presence , pondered on his words
during his absence , and found it agreeable -
able to watch for his return. Fickle
Dolores ! The unexpected intrusion of
the young naval officer , Arthur Cur-
zen , handsome , amiable and full of
youthful animation , banished speedily
preference for the sallow and thin
{ Maltese physician. Her pulses still
fluttered , as the blood coursed more
rapidly through her veins , at the recollection -
lection of his visit. Should she ever
see him again ? Why not ? Then , as
her needle flc v , her dream deepened.
'wife Knight of Malta , in polished
armor , , would come to the garden
gate in a golden chariot and lead her
away. Are the kniglits all dead , and
must the world grow so old and sad as
to lose all faith in the actual existence
r of these splendid cavaliers ? Stay !
what was he like ? Had she ever truly
gazed upon hisface , ?
She paused , with her needle uplifted -
lifted , and her features contracted in
meditation.
At this moment , Florio sprang up
and uttered the , most miniature of
fierce canine barks.
Dolores glanced about her , with a
little gasp of wonder.
Lieut. Curzon after a preliminary
rap pushed open the gate and entered
the inclosure without ceremony. His
face glowed with a smile of satisfaction -
tion , as his glance sought the girl ,
seated beside the fountain with her
work.
Each paused in silence and gaffed at
the other , Dolores with indefinable apprehension -
prehension , and the young man with
an eagerness of which he was uncon-
scious. The soul of the girl spoke
through her eyes with an instinctive ,
appealing grace , and Lieut. Curzon
was again thrilled through with an
emotion that occasioned a quickened
heart-throb beneath his uniform.
"Good day , " he said , at length , advancing -
vancing and extending his hand.
"Good lay , " replied Dolores , placing
her small brown fingers on his brown
palm , and dropping thimble and
scissors in the act.
Florio growled , menacingly , and
seized the boot of the intruder in his
teeth.
"I trust your grandpapa is
all right , " continued the visitor -
tor , retaining the little hand
in his grasp rather longer. than ceremonious -
monious politeness exacted.
"Yes ! thanks , " demurely. "Shall I
call him ? "
"No ! Give me another moment
first"
"As many moments as you wish.
You were so good to poor grandpapa
that day , " and gratitude brought a
warm tide of rose color to the velvety
cheek , a moisture to the brilliant eyes.
"Was I good ? " He forgot his mission -
sion , and everything else in the world ,
except the piquant face before him ,
which fascinated him strangely.
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Passion , unreasonable , mad , even
capricious , was kindled in his breast
for the first time. lie felt an impulse
to take the graceful head between his
hands , and cover brow , cheek and
mouth with rapid kisses , as he would
have gathered one of the flowers
blooming near her , and crushed the
fragrance out of it against his lips.
Separation of a day had but deepened
the longing to return , and lent wins
to his feet. He had cheated himself
with the delusion that he had forgotten -
gotten her. Hitherto sufficiently
bold in the wooing and flattering of
the owners of pretty faces , the sailor
was shy , almost embarrassed , in the
presence of Dolores. 't'his fresh fruit
of maidenhood still protected by the
sheath of unconsciousness and purity ,
intimidated him. The absencs of the
old man did notencourage him to once
more venture to touch her hand.
Then he communicated the true aim
of his coming. At first speech was
difficult to him , and his words were
stammered , half completed , until , en-
cotraged by the subtle sympathy of
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his listener , lie waxed so eloquent'
that Florio grew weary of worrying
his boot and decided to take another
nap.
nap.On the following evening his cousin ,
Mrs. Griffith , was to receive the Russian -
sian grand duke now on board the
corvette Ladislas in the harbor. The
lady wished to greet her guest with a
series of characteristic tableaux. Dolores -
lores must consent'to take a part in
the entertainmentt.
The girl listened in passive silence.
Her rich color faded to a warm , golden
pallor , the corners of her lips drooped ;
the delicate arch of black eyebrows
met above the bridge of thin nose
with the flexible nostriL She did not
question the means whereby Mrs Griffith -
fith had become aware of her capacity
to serve on the occasion. Possibly she
divined that some suggestion made by
Lieutenant Curzon had resulted in the
invitation. Why did she not betray
more joy in the opportunity of diversion -
sion ? The messenger was piqued ,
puzzled , even tantalized , by the appearance -
pearance of willful indifference in her
bearing.
"You understand the role assigned
you , do you not ? " he demanded , with
tender insistence.
"I understand perfectly well , " she
rejoined , musingly. "Grandpapa may
not consent , though. "
"Ile must consent. We will tell
him there is question of receiving a
Russian grand duke. "
"Should I be required to recite a
verse ? I have done that several times
at the convent , " said Dolores , with
childish triumph.
He suppressed a smile.
"Not on this occasion , Dolores. May
I call you Dolores ? "
She gave neither consent nor refusal -
fusal ; a dimpledeepened near the corner -
ner of her mouth.
"I will bring all the things in the
morning , I mean your stage wardrobe ,
and then we will have a full dress rehearsal -
hearsal herein the garden , " said the
young man , blithely. "Grandpapa
shall decide if you are a true Phoenician -
cian maiden. "
"I must be ugly and yellow , like the
figures on the bits of stone and pottery -
tery , " demurred Dolores , ruefully.
"As if you could be other than lovely -
ly , Dolores , " he said , bending over
her. "Afterward there is to be aball. "
An expression of sudden delight
transfigured her face. She threw back
her head , and cpened her eyes. Togo
to a ball and dance ! What felicity of
happiness ! She clapped her hands together -
gether , with an irrepressible transport
of delight , and sprang to her feet with
an elasticity of movement which sent
a tingling vibration of sympathy
through the veins of her companion.
'I will come if grandpapa only consents -
sents , " she exclaimed.
"Give me the very first waltz , " insisted -
sisted Arthur Curzon , with a soft
meaning in his tone.
The maiden accustomed to ball room
gallantry might have blushed modestly -
estly , lowered her glance and toyed
with her bracelet before yielding con-
sent.
Young Dolores stooped to recover
her scissors , and retorted frankly-
"Oh , yes : "
Then she added , naively :
"I thank you for remembering me. "
Jacob Dealtry approached from the
house and returned the greeting of the
officer without warmth , and yet without -
out any manifestation of surprise at
'his second visit.
Dolores flew to his side , clasped her
hands on his arm , and explained the
invitation of Mrs. Griffith's to the tableaux -
leaux and balL
The old man listened without comment -
ment , while his countenance betrayed
bewilderment and suspicion.
"Did you come to see my Moorish
coin ? " lie questioned abruptly of Lieut.
Curzon , when his grandchild had fin-
ished.
"Yes , " said the young man , with
hypocritical alacrity. "I think of going -
ing in for that sort of thing , Mr. Deal-
try , during my stay at Malta , and
making a collection. ti
"Very good , " muttered the grandfather -
father , producing the Moorish coin for
his inspection ,
Wounded pride made Dolores flash a
reuroachful glance at the oficerwhile {
her short upper lip curled scornfully.
"I would not buy a privilege , " she
said in a smothered tone , as the old
man shuffled away in search of other
relics , tempted by the yielding mood
of the amateur collector.
"I would buy some privileges , " he
retorted , laughing.
She shook her head and approached
him near. Her shouldertouclfed his
arm.
arm."Why are old people so greedy for
gold ? " she inquired , seriously.
' -They have learned the value of all
earthly things , my child , " said Arthur
Curzon , with mature gravity.
" \V'ill you become so horribly greedy
when you are old ? " pondered Dolores.
"Even more so , " he said promptly.
"I do not believe it , " she said , gazing -
ing up into his face intently.
Again the sailor drank deeply of the
soul in the eyes of the girl
When Jacob Dealtry had yielded a
half abstracted consent , the messenger
of Mrs. Griffith departed.
Dolores ran to her own chamber ,
climbed on a chair and lifted down a
green box , studded with brass nails ,
from a high shelf.
She raised the lid of the receptacle
and draw forth a mantilla of black
lace , a shell comb , a fan and a tiny
pair of black satin slippers. A faint
perfume of sandalwood and orange
flowers emanated from these treasures -
ures , which had belonged to her Spanish -
ish mother.
Was the faded green box destined to
play the part of Pandora's casket , and
scatter abroad , with the contents ,
the fairy shoes and the fan , confusion
and trouble ?
Then she put on the pink dress , and
pausing before a small looking glass ,
audaciously severed the sleeves above
the rounded elbows , and cut down the
corsage.
She tliu prepared the new robe for
a most unexpecteddebut.
Attired to her satisfaction , Dolores
sought the corridor , and paused before
the portrait. She made a little genu-
flexion , and held up a finger mock-
ingly.
"Perhaps he is the Knight of Malta
after all , " she said aloud.
The cavalier of the picture was
mute , somber , threatening , in the obscurity -
scurity of the old Watch Tower.
CHAPTER VIL
THE SWALLOW WALTZ
IIHH OLD PALAZzo -
zo of the Strada
Lecca , occupied by
Gen. Griffith and
his family , was
brilliantly lighted
on the ensuing
evening.
A massive lantern -
tern above the entrance shed a ray on
the scutcheon of the Order of the
Knights of St. John ; while within the
vestibule , trophies of the cavaliers ,
helmet , pike , halbert , and sword , were
still grouped on the walls.
The visitor who passed under the
arch of the portal on this occasion ,
found himself in an atmospliere redolent -
dolent of the sweetness of flowers , and
surrounded by those elements of life
in which European and Oriental influences -
fluences were curiously blended. The
colonnades of the mansion were fllu-
minated with pendent clusters of
eastern lamps , alternating with
the cool and fragrant shadow
of clumps of palms and jessa-
mine , and the rippling plash
of a fountain was audible in the center -
ter of the adjacent court , while Turkish -
ish rugs and cushions , exhaling musk
and amber from their folds , were
placed in convenient embrasures between -
tween the columns , as if inviting to
that tranquil repose suggestive of the
inseparable accompaniment of a pipe
of perfumed tobacco , a gilded tray of
sweetmeats , coffee , or sherbet , served
on bent knee by one of those Nubian
slaves in jeweled turban and silken
tunic still to be found , in mute
effigy , in Venetian places. Surely
a beauty of the harem , in embroidered -
broidered vestments , would peep
from the shelter of yonder screen of
lattice of arabesque carving , or glide
down the marble steps on the left ! Instead -
stead , the intruder jostled a stiff , English -
glish servant carrying tea , came unexpectedly -
pectedly upon a group of officers in brilliant -
liant uniform lingering at a buffet , or
was surrounded by a bevy of ladies in
toilettes bearing the imprint of Paris
and London make.
The hostess received her royal guest
at the entrance of the first sala ,
a gracious presence in a robe of
cream-colored moire antique over
pistachio green satin , with fair arms
and shoulders revealed by a corsage
of golden tracery , studded with opals.
The young prince , pale , slender and
beardless , with heavy-lidded eyes , and
a languid utterance , was a modern
Telemachus , escorted by Mentor in
the person of Gen. Lubomirsky , with
a bristling , white mustache , a la
militaire , and several orders attached
to the breast of his uniform.
As such Mrs. Griffith wished to ' .ei-
come the grand duke.
Telemachus was conducted by his
host through several rooms , where
myriads of lights were reflected on
mirrors , and a profusion of flowers ,
arranged in banks and masses , with a
background of tree ferns and tall
plants , with variegated leaves , formed
a miniature garden , to a gilded arm
chair placed in the center of a large
and lofty apartment. The prince ,
seated here , and surrounded by an
expectant company , was required tb
contemplate a dark curtain , draped
with Russian and British flags , until
such time as the drapery was drawn
aside , revealing a tiny stage
The scene , arranged with admirable
artistic effect , represented a margin
of shore and rocks , iwith tropical vege-
tation. In the background was visible -
ble the entrance of a grotto , half concealed -
cealed by a drooping vine.
The hostess , personating Calypso ,
in a classical mantle and robe of ivory-
white tints , with a soft crepe peplum ,
embroidered in a Greek pattern , and
her abundant dark hair gathered in a
knot at the back of the head , pushed
aside the vine , emerging from the
grotto , and extendingher hand with a
smile to the grand duke , said in a
inusica : voice :
"Telemaque , venez dans ma de-
meure on. je vous recevrai comme ,
anon fill. ' '
'Malta was the island of Calypso , ' ;
said the prince , when the curtain had
fallen.
"Yes. Let us respect all myths at
such a moment , " added Gen. Lubo-
mirsky.
When the mimic stage again became -
came visible , three pictures , divided
by a seemingly massive frame , occupied -
pied the space.
TO BE CONTINGED.1
. AUIAGE'S SERMON.
"SISTERS OF CHARITY" LAST
SUNDAY'S SUBJECT.
A Companion Scrmon to "Woman's Ol
portnnitlee"-Bo a Grace Darling , a
Marie Antoinette , a Joan of Arc-To
the New Woman.
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EATRICE , NEB. ,
June ? 3 , 1595.-In
his sermon for today -
day , Rev. Dr. Tal-
mage , who is now
on his summer western -
ern tour , has chosen
a subject that must
awaken the sym-
pathles of all lovers
of humanity , viz. :
_ -wr "Sisters of Chari-
ty. The text selected -
ed was : Acts 9 : 36 : "This woman was
full of good works and almsdeeds which
she did , "
Starting now where I left off last Sabbath -
bath In reciting woman's opportunities ,
I have to say that woman has the special -
cial and superlative right of blessing
and comforting the sick. What land ,
what street , what house , has not felt
the smitings of disease ? Tens of thousands -
sands of sickbeds ! What shall we do
with them ? Shall man , with his rough
hand and heavy foot , and impatient
bearing , minister ? No. He cannot
soothe the pain. He cannot quiet the
nerves. He knows not where to set the
light. His hand Is not steady enough
to pour out the drops. He is not wakeful -
ful enough to be a watcher. The Lord
God sent Miss Dix into the Virginia
hospltals and the Maid of Saragossa to
appease the wounds of the battle-field ,
has equipped wife , mother , and daughter -
ter for this delicate but tremendous
mission. You have known men who
have despised woman , but the moment
disease fell upon them they did not
send for their friends at the bank , or
their partner in business , or their worldly -
ly associates ; their first cry was : "Take
me to my wife. " The dissipated young
man at the college scoffs at the idea of
being under home Influences ; but at the
first blast of the typhoid fever on his
cheek he says : "Where is mother ? "
Walter Scott wrote partly in satire and
partly in compliment when he said :
" 0 woman , in our hour of ease ,
Uncertain , coy , and hard to please ;
When pain and anguish wring the brow ,
A ministering angel thou. "
I think the most pathetic passage in
rill the Bible is the description of the
lad who went out to the harvest-field of
Shunem and got sunstruck-throwing
his hands on his temples and crying out :
" 0 , my head ! my head ! " and they said :
"Carry him to his mother. " And then
the record is. He sat on her knees till
noon , and then died. " It is an awful
thing to be ill away from home in a
strange hotel , once in a while men coui-
ing to look at you , holding their hand
over their mouth for fear that they will
catch the contagion. How roughly they
turn you in bed ! How loudly they talk !
How you long for the ministries of
home ! I knew one such who went
away from one of the brightest of homes
for several weeks' business absence at
the West. A telegram came at midnight -
night thathe , was on his death-bed , far
away from home. By express train the
wife and daughters went westward ; but
they went too late. He feared not to
die ; but he was in an agony to live until -
til his family got there. He tried to
bribe the doctor to make him live a little
while longer. He said : "I am willing to
die , but not alone. " But the pulse fluttered -
tered , the eyes closed , and the heart
stopped. The express trains met in the
midnight ; wife and daughters going
westward-lifeless remains of husband
and father coming eastward. 0 , it was
a sad , pitiful , overwhelming spectacle !
When we are sick we want to be sick
at home. When the time comes for us
to die we want to die at home. The
room may be very humble , and the
faces that look into ours may be very
plain , but who cares for that ? Loving
hands to bathe the temples. Loving
voices to speak good cheer. Loving
lips to read the comforting promises of
Jesus.
In our last dreadful war men east the
cannon ; men fashioned the musketry- ;
men cried to the hosts , " 1' orward ,
march ! " men hurled their battalions on
the sharp edges of the enemy , crying :
"Charge ! charge ! " but woman scraped
the lint ; woman administered the cordials -
dials ; woman watched by the dying
couch ; woman wrote the last message
to the home circle ; woman wept at the
solitary burial attended by herself and
four men with a spade. We greeted the
general home with brass bands and
trIumphal arches , and wild huzzas ; but
the story is too good to be written anywhere -
where , save in the chronicles of heaven ,
of Mrs. Brady , who came down among
the sick in the swamps of the Chicka-
hominy ; of Annie Ross , in the cooper-
shop hospital ; of Margaret Breckin-
ridge , who came to men who had been
for weeks with their wounds undressed
-some of them frozen to the ground ;
and when she turned them over , those
that had an arm left , waved it and filled
the air with their "hurrah-of ! Mrs.
Hedge , who came from Chicago with
blankets and with pillows , until the
men shouted : "Three cheers for the
Christian Commission ! God bless the
women at home : " then sitting down to
take the last message : "Tell my wife not
to fret about me , but to meet me in
heaven ; tell' her to train up the boys
whom we have loved so well ; tell her
to bear my loss like the Christian wife
of a Christian soldier ; ' and of Mrs.
Shelton , into whose face the convalescent -
cent soldier looked and said : "Your
grapes and cologne cured me. " Men
did their work with shot and shell , and
carbine and howitzer ; women did their
work with socks , and slippers , and bandages -
dages , and warm drinks , and Scripture
texts , and gentle strokings of the hot
temples , and stories of that land where
they never have any pain. Men knelt
down over the wounded , and said : "On
which side did you fight ? " Women
knelt down over the wounded and said :
"Where are you hurt ? What nice
thing can I make for you to eat ? What
makes you cry ? " Tonight , while we
men are sound asleep in our beds , there
will be a light in yonder loft ; there will
be groaning in that dark alley ; there
will be cries of distress in that cellar.
Men will sleep , and women will watch.
Again , woman has a superlative right
to take care of the poor. There are hundreds -
dreds and thousands of them in all our
cities. There is a kind of work that men
cannot do for the poor. Here comes a
group of little barefoot children to the
door of the Dorcas socleti. They need
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I to be clothed and provided for. Which
of these directors of banks would know
how many yards It would take to make
that little girl a dress ? Which of these
masculine hands could fit a hat to that
little girl's head ? Which of the wise
men would Icnoiv how to tie on that
new pair of shoes ? Man sometimes
gives his charity in a rough way , and
It falls like the fruit of a tree In the
East , which fruit comes down so heavily
that it breaks the skull of the man who
is trying to gather it. But woman
glides so softly into the house of destitution -
tution , and finds out all the sorrows
of the place , and puts so quietly the donation -
nation on the table , that all the family
come out on the front steps as she departs -
parts , expecting that from under her
shawl she will thrust out two wings
and go right up toward heaven , from
whence she seems to have come down.
Oh , Christian young woman ! If you
would make yourself happy and win the
blessing of Christ , go out among the
destitute. A loaf of bread or a bundle
of socks may make a homely load to
carry ; but the angels of God will come
out to watch , and the Lord Almighty
will give his messenger hosts a charge ,
saying : "Look after that woman. Canopy -
opy her with your wings and shelter
her from all harm ; " and while you are
seated in the house of destitution and
suffering , the little ones around the
room will whisper. Who is she. Ain 't
she beautiful ? " and if you listen right
sharply you will hear dripping down
the leaky roof , and rolling over the
rotten stairs , the angel chant that
shook Bethlehem : "Glory to God in the
highest , and on earth peace , good will
to men. Can you tell me why a Christian -
tian woman , going down among the
haunts of iniquity on a Christian errand -
rand , never meets with any indignity ?
I stood in the chapel of Helen Chalmers ,
the daughter of the celebrated Dr. Chat-
mers , Hi the must abandoned part of the
city of Edinburgh ; and I said to her as
I looked around upon the fearful surroundings -
roundings of that place : "Do you come
here nights to hold service ? " "Oh , yes ;
she said. Can it be possible that you
never meet wth ! an insult while performing -
forming this Christian errand ? "
"Never , " she said-"never. " That
young woman who has her father by
her side walking down the street , an
armed policeman at each corner of the
street , is not so well defended as that
Christian who goes forth on Gospel
work into the haunts of iniquity , carry-
lag the Bibles and bread. God , with the
right arm of his wrath omnipotent ,
would tear to pieces anyone who should
offer Indignity. hie would smite him
with lightnings , and drown him with
floods , and swallow him with earthquakes -
quakes , and damn him with eternal in-
dignations. Someone said : "I dislike
very much to see that Christian woman
teaching those bad boys in the mission
school. I am afraid to have her instruct -
struct them. " "So , " said another man ,
- I am afraid , too. " Said the first : "I
am afraid they will use vile language
before they leave the place. " 4h
said the other man , "I am not afraid
of that. What I am afraid of is , that
if any of those boys should use a
bad word in that presence , the
other boys would tear him to pieces
and kill him on the spot. " That woman
is the best sheltered who is sheltered
by Omnipotence , and it is always safe
to go where God tells you to go. It
seems as if the Lord had ordained
woman for an especial work in the
solicitation of charities. Backed up by
barrels in which there is no flour , and
by stoves in which there is no fire , and
wardrobes in which there are no
clothes , a woman is irresistible ; passing -
ing on her errand , God says to her :
"You go into that bank , or store , or
shop , and get the money. " She goes
in aml gets it. The man is hard-fisted ,
1ut she gets it. She could not help but
ge't it. It is decreed from eternity she
should get It. No need of your turning
your back and pretending you don't
hear ; you do hear. There is no need
of your saying you are begged to death.
There is no need of your wasting your
time , and you might as well submit
first as last. You had better right away
take down your check-book , mark the
number of the check , fill up the blank ,
sign your name and hand it to her.
Again : I have to tell you that it is
woman's specific right to comfort under
the stress of dire disaster. She is called
the weaker vessel ; but all profane as
well as sacred history attests that when
the crisis comes she is better prepared
than man to meet the emergency. How
often you have seen a woman who
seemed to be a disciple of frivolity and
indolence , who , under one stroke of
calamity , changed to a heroine. Oh ,
what a great mistake those business
men make who never tell their business
troubles to their wives. There comes
some great loss to their store , or some
of their companions in business play
them a sad trick , and they carry the
burden all alone. He is asked in the
household again and again : "What is
the matter ? " but he believes it a sort
of Christian duty to keep all that
trouble within his own soul. Oh , sir !
your first duty was to tell your wife
all about it. She , perhaps , might not
have disentangled you , finances , or extended -
tended your credit , but she would have
helped you to bear misfortune. You
have no right to carry on one shoulder
that which is intended for two. There
are business men who know what I
mean. There comes a crisis in your af-
fairs. You struggle bravely and long ;
but after a while there comes a day
when you say : "Here I shall have to
stop ; and you call in your partners ,
and you call in the most prominent men
in your employ , and you say : "We
have to stop. " You leave the store sud-
denly. You can scarcely make up your
mind to pass through the street and
over on the bridge or on the ferry-boat.
You feel everybody will be looking at
you , and blaming you , and denouncing
you. You hasten home. You tell your
wife all about the affair. What does she
say ? Does she play the butterfly ? Does
she talk about the silks , and the rib-
bo is , and the fashions ? No. She
comes up to the emergency. She quails
not under the stroke. She helps you
to begin to plan right away. She offers
to go out of the comfortable house into
a smaller one , and wear the old cloak
another winter. She is one who understands -
stands your affairs without blaming
you. You look upon what you thought
was a thin , weak woman's arm holding
you up ; but while you lock at that
arm there comes into the feeble muscles
of it the strength of the eternal God.
No chiding. No fretting. No telling
you about the beautiful house of her
father , from which you brought her ,
ten , twenty , or thirty , years ago. You
say : "Well , this is the happiest day of
my life. I am glad I have got from
under my burden. My wife don't care
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-i don t cart. At the moment you
were utterly exhausted , God sent a
Deborah to meet the host of the Amale-
kites , and scatter them like chaff over
the plain.
There are sometimes women who sit
reading sentimental novels , and who
wish that they had some grand field
in which to display their Christian
powers. Oh what grand and glorious k
things they could do if they only had
an opportunity ! My sister , you need
not wait for any such time. A crisis
will come in your affairs. There will ' ,
be a Thermopylae ! n your own house- jf
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hold , where God will tell you to stand.
There are hundreds of households
where as much courage is demanded of
woman as was exhibited by Grace Dar- 1 j.
ling , or Marie Antoinette , or Joan of
Arc. ' '
Woman is further endowed to bring
us into the kingdom of heaven. It is
easier for a woman to be a Christian
than for a man. Why ? You say she Is
weaker. No. Her heart is more responsive - , ' i
sponsive to the pleading of divine love. S ,
The fact that she can more easily be.ii
come a Christian , I prove by the state- t I
ment that three-fourths of the members -
bers of the churches in all Christendom
are women. So God appoints them to I
be the chief agencies for bringing this ,
world back to God. The greatest sermons -
mons are not preached on celebrated
platforms ; they are preached with an I
audience of two or three and in private 1
home-life. A patient , loving , Christian
demeanor in the presence of transgression -
sion , in the presence of hardness , in 'h
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the presence of obduracy and crime , is fi
an argument from the force of which
no man can escape. r
Lastly , one of the specific rights of
woman s , through the grace of Christ , ' '
finally to reach heaven. Oh , what a
multitude of women in heaven ! Mary ,
Christ's mother , in heaven : Elizabeth
Fry in heaven ; Charlotte Elizabeth In .rl t
heaven ; the mother of Augustine In
heaven ; the Countess of Huntingdon-
who sold her splendid jewels to build
chapels-in heaven ; while a great many I
others who have never been heard of
on earth , or known but little , have gone
to the rest and peace of heaven. What
a rest ! What a change it was from the T
small room , with no fire and one win- I ' I
dow , the glass broken out , and the aching
ing side and worn-out eyes , to the '
"house of many mansions ! " No more , ,
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stitching until 12 o'clock at night , no
more thrusting of the thumb by the employer -
ployer through the work to show that
it was not done quite right. Plenty of
bread at last. Heaven for aching
heads. Heaven for broken hearts.
Heaven for anguish-bitten frames. No i
more sitting up until midnight for the I
coming of staggering steps. No more
rough blows across the temples. No ,
more sharp , keen , bitter curses. Some
of you will have no rest in this world. I
It will be toil , and struggle , and suffering - 1
ing all the way up. You will have to
stand at your door fighting back the I I I
wolf with your own hand , red with r
carnage. But God has a crown for you , 1 ,
I want you to realize that he Is now ' I
making it , and whenever you weep a '
tear , he sets another gem in that crown ,
until , after awhile , in all the tiara there i
will be no room for another splendor ,
and God will say to his angel : "The i I
crown is done ; let her up that she may
wear it. " And as the Lord of Righteousness - r r
eousness puts the crown upon your ,
brow , angel will cry to angel , "Who is ;
she ? " and Christ will say : "I will tell 1
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you who she is. She Is the one that ' I
came up out of great tribulation and t
had her robe washed and made white i
in the blood of the Lamb. " And then t
God will spread a banquet , and he will . I
invite all the principalities of heaven to r .
sit at the feast ; and the tables will i ,
blush with the best clusters from the I -
vineyards of God , and crimson with the G
twelve manner of fruits from the Tree i
of Life , and waters from the fountain ,
of the rock will flash from the golden
tankards ; and the old harpers of !
heaven will sit there
, making musio r
with their harps ; and Christ will point
you out , amid the celebfities of heaven ,
saying : "She suffered with me on
earth , now we are going to be glorified ' ,
together. And the banqueters , no
longer able to hold their peace , will
break forth with congratulation : "Hail ! ' , I
Hail. And there will be handwritings I r
on the wall-not such as struck the t
Persian noblemen with horror , but with i
fire-tipped fingers , writing in blazing " ,
capitals of light and love and victory : ' '
"God has wiped away all tears from
all faces. " . '
The ordinance requiring men to shine
their shoes at least once a day , is meeting -
ing with some opposition , but it is right. ,
Too many men are careless in their personal -
sonal appearance who have plenty of
time to go fishing , and plenty of time
in which to discuss the silver question.
It is a foolish fashion to say of a man ,
that he "Sundayed" in Leavenworth ,
or will "Sunday" at home. In imitation ,
a Happy Hollow personal sent to this
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office this morning announced that
"Mrs. Marie Smythe-Jones washdayed
at the home of her parents in Rushville
his week.-Atchison Globe.
SUNNY BEAMS.
firs. Blifkins-Do the bathers shock
you ? Mrs. Snifkins-Oh , no. I traveled +
in Africa.-Town Topics. I r
Temperance lecturer-Friends , how ' ' r
can we stop the sale of liquor ? Inebriate , I
( in the rear of the hall-Give it away.-
Tid Bits.
She-I heard such a good joke to-day.
I have been hugging myself about it
ever since. He--You must be tired. Let , r
me assist you.-Pick-Me-Up. '
She had studied French-Have you
any bon-vivant this morning-Butcher
-Boned what , mum ? "Bon-vivant.
Why , that's French for 'good liver-
Life.
Colonel Clay of Lexington-What's
that carious hole in the ground over fl
yonder ? "They're digging a well. "
"Ahyes. For water , I suppose. What ;
! queer things one sees away from home. "
INew I York Reec der.
I Neighbor-How did your daughter's
marriage with that count turn out ? ,
yr rs. Briclcraw-Her lass letter states 4
that he has spent all her money and ;
she is taking in washing ; but then , I '
presume she washes only for the no-
bility.-Tid Bits.
"It's surprising , he raid as he threw
- down his newspaper , "that some people - ,
ple should think that free coinage at
sixteen to one should stand any
chance. "John , " she commented ,
severely , "I'm ashamed of you. It
seems to me that for the last six months
you have done nothing but talk horse-
racing-Washington ! Star.
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