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CHAPTER VIL-CoNTtausuI [ :
She left an icy kiss on his lips and
vanished. Ralph awoke with a start. It
was all so real it was very difficult to
make it appear a simple dream. But
it took hold of this sensitive man. It
seemed to him , in his excited state , like
a message from heaven. He rose , dressed -
ed himself , and went down to the house
of Dr. Hudson. Perhaps his mother had
expected him , for she met him at the
door and led him in to Agnes.
All Ralph's pride and anger broke
( lawn at sight of that poor stricken
face. IIe could have cursed himself that
he had ever been angry with her for a
moment. He went to the bedside and
lifted her head to his bosom , and put
his face down to hes.
"My darling ! my sister ! ' he cried ,
"Agnes , look up at me ! I love you still ! "
She seemed dimly to comi rehend , for
she smiled and put her weak arms
around his neck , and lying there on his
bosom she fell asleep.
From that time she rallied , and by-
\l _ and-by the old doctor said she would
J live. But she came back to life weak
and feeble as a babe ; it was weeks before -
' fore her memory returned to her fully ,
and the spring opened with many a
bud and blossom before they thought it
safe to remove her to the Rock.
And then , as the warm weather advanced -
vanced , and Agnes grew stronger , she
i was changed from her od : self. She
cared no more for the old charms of society -
ciety , she sought no companionship ,
t but would wander for hours .down on
the beach where she had played with
Lynde Graham in childhood , with no
companion save the great dog Quito ,
which had been Marina's.
She liked , too , to take long rides on
horseback-in fact , she seemed to give
out all the love she had to give on Jove ,
for the faithful horse had not died , but
still lived and throve under the careful -
ful tenderness of his mistress ; and Agnes -
nes could never forget that Jove had
lengthened out his life-the life of the
man she loved.
CIIAPTER VIII
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HE return of Agnes
to the Rock gave
Imogene Ireton an
excuse for visiting
there. During the
summer she came
over quite frequently -
ly , always making
some errand the
plea.
She was as beautiful -
tiful and fascinat-
ing as ever , and it was not long before -
fore she tried her power on Ralph
Trenholme. It was impossible to be in
her society without feeling her magnetic -
ic influence , and then the sympathy
she gave him was so very delicate , so
entirely suited to his needs. He won-
' dreed he had not before discovered
what a refinement of feeling she pos-
sessed. She made him understand without -
out telling him that she pitied him ;
made him feel that his sufferings were
more than the whole world.
Mrs. Trenholme looked on in secret
exultation , Agnes with a half defined
feeling of dread for which she could not
account. -
Imogene professed to be terribly
superstitious and could not be prevailed -
ed upon to spend the night at the Reckon
on any occasion. But one day a storm
set in whileshe was there and it raged
so fearfully that it was unsafe to attempt -
tempt reaching home , and she was
obliged to remain. She was strangely
nervous and restless all the evening.
She forgot to smile when Ralph spoke
to her , and played chess so badly that
he put away the board in disgust. Imo-
gene begged to be allowed to sleep with
Agnes. It was such a fearful night , she
said , and the oil house was so lonely.
To reach the chamber of Agnes they
had to pass the door of the room where
Marina had been murdered. Imogene
grew ashen pale as they approached
it , and clutched the arm of her companion -
panion with something like terror. Agnes -
nes stopped and looked ; .t her with
wonder.
"What is it , Imogene ? Are you ill ? "
The question acted on Imogene like a
shock of electricity. She.laughed loudly.
"Ill ? Not I. Only a little nervous. This
old house is enough to give one the terrors -
rors , with its gloomy corridors and its
innumerable dark closets. "
"I did not know but you might be
thinking of the murder which was done
in that room , " said Agnes ; "but I never
fear poor Marina. The dead never dome
back. "
"Don't they ? I tell you , Agnes Tren-
holme , they do ! " There was something
absolutely fearful in the voice in which
she spoke , but the next moment she
said in her own clear tones , "At least
some people think so"
.
x ? , A year had elapsed since the murder
- a _ f Marina , when Mrs. Trenholme yen-
tured to speak to her son of what lay
r so near her heart. Ralph had been very '
(1 tender to her that day , more like his
- .old 'self than he had been since the
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tragedy. She put her hand on his and
spoke a little tintily.
"Ralph , you once intended to marry
to please yourself ; I wish you would
rually marry to pease me ! "
He smiled a little sadly and touched
her hair caressingly.
"So you have not quite given up the
i 01(1 project , mother mine ! Well , I will
think of It. I bye no one. I shall not
easily love a aln , "
And Imogene loves you , my son ; I
think it no more than honorable that
you should give her the benefit of your
name. With such a woman for a. wife ,
love will surely come. Trust me for it. "
He kissed the lips that were so near
his own ,
"Mother , I will try to gratify y'ou. I
Niel ask Miss Ireton to be my wife. "
Mrs. Trenholme's face flushed rapturously -
turously , Her lifelong wish would be
gratified. Her only son , the pride of her
heart , would be the husband of the most
beautiful and nobly.-born woman in
that part of the state.
That night , Ralph sat by the side of
Miss Ireton. He was pale and calm-
nothing of the nervous expectancy that
characterizes the doubtful lover. Ile
took her hand in his and spoke very
quietly ,
"Miss Ireton , you know my sad his-
tory.You know of the blight that fell
upon my life a little more than tt year
ago , and knowing what you . do , will
- you be my wife ? "
She locked into his cool eyes , and
saw that lie did not love her. . And she
had given him so much' All the homage -
age of her impassioned soul ! She flushed -
ed crimson and set her white teeth
hard. It was cruel to be won in that
cold way ; but anything to be near him.
She would have been happy as his dog ,
if she could have been no more to this
man she loved so fervently. She put her
hot hand into his.
"I will be your wife , " she said , as
coolly as he had spoken.
He touched the jeweled fingers with
his lips and placed upon one of them a
diamond-the betrothal ring.
All that night Imogene Ireton tossed
restlessly on her bead. Her ambition , at
last , was to be satisfied-she was to be
Ralph Trenholme's wife ; but his love ,
for which she would have given herr
soul , was not to be hers.
"He shall love nhe ! " she cried , pas-
sionately. "t will win him ! Good heav-
ens' why is he so much unlike other.
men that my beuity ; has no attraction
for him ? Can it be that I am hideous
in his eyes ? "
They were married in the first week
of January. There was no parade-not
even a bridesmaid , save Agnes Tren-
holme. The old house at the Rock shook
apposed all display. She would have no
wedding party , no bridal tour.
A terrible storm swept over Portlea
the night after Ralph took home a wIfe.
Its like had not been known on the
coast since that fearful storm when the
foreign ship had been wrecked outside
the harbor , and the waves had cast
Marina up at the feet of Ralph Tren-
holme. The old house at the Rock shook
with the force of the tempest , the very
foundations trembled , the roar of the
waves on the rocks below was perfectly
deafening. Imogene paced her chamber
all the night through ; she could not
sleep , she said-a storm like this always -
ways made her restless.
CHAPTER LX.
HREE weeks after
her wedding , Imo-
gene Trenholme
was missing. She
haddined with the
family , 'and was in
her usual health
and spirits. At tea
the bell had failed
to bring her down ,
and the girl that
went to her room
said she was not there. The family felt
little uneasiness until night fell , and
then as she did not return they became
seriously alarmed. Search began , and
was continued through the neat day ,
and far into the night ; but no clue to
the missing woman could be found.
Ralph came home towards daybreak
to fling himself upon the couch for an
hour's sleep , and when he awake his
wife slept by his side. He started up
and looked at her , almost doubting his
own senses. How very beautiful she i
i
was , her mouth with the just parted
scarlet lips , showing the pearls within ,
one exquisite arm under her head , and
the long eyelashes curving upward
from the glowing cheek. Ralph touched
her hand and she awoke.
"Imogene' " he said sternly , "will you
explain this problem to me ? Here have
I been searching for you these four-
and-twenty hours and more , and now I
find you calmly asleep , without a single
word to me to relieve my anxiety.
Where have you been ? " t
"I have been away. I was called away
on business. "
On business. Very well. What was s
the nature of that business ! " t
"It was a private matter which concerns -
cerns no one but myself , " she replied ,
a little haughtily.
"Private business ! Imogene , a wife
should have no secrets from her husband - I
band ! I do not wish to pry into'your affairs -
fairs , but it will be better to confide this
thing to me at once. "
"I have nothing that I can confide. " u
"This is very singular , Imogene. I
warn you that the :11c : of this must not
occur again. If it does , I shall be severely -
ly displeased. Mark you that ! My wite
must not subject herself to vulgar re
mark. " >
"We will pass the subject if you
please , " she said , in such a manner that
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he did not resume it.
As the time passed Ralph Trenholme
gl'ew COl(1 and reticent. All his old geniality -
iality seemed to have died out of him.
He was never cross , b ut he was not at
fectionate. He did not kiss his mother
and Agnes as he was wont , and though
lie treated his wife with the most punctilious -
tilious respect , she was to him no dear-
1
er titan any other woman.
Strange stories were afloat among the
servants and at last they reached the
ears of the master. At first they excited
only his indignation. He regarded them
merely as silly inventions of the elderly -
ly butler , who was of Celtic origin , and
most ridiculously superstitious. They
said that at nights the doors of the
chamber where Marina had died were
heard to open and shut ; that ghostly
feet paced back and forth across the
floor , and that sometimes late at night
pale , spectral lights gleamed from the
dusky windows , far out through the
-
gloom.
1Ira. Trenhonie ! was greatly distressed -
tressed by these tales , and Ralph positively -
tively forbade the discussion of the subject -
ject at any time in the house. He would
not encourage such foolish superstition -
tion , lie said , indignantly. But soon he
was forced to acknowledge that there
was something at work beside imagin-
ation. 1-le was detained until late one
night in his study , which was in the
east wing of the house , and only a little
distance from the chamber of blood.
Through the dead silence came distinctly -
tinctly to his ear the sound of a door
being opened , a door which creaked
upon its hinges , like one long disused.
He remembered , with a ha' f-suppress-
ed shudder , that the door of that chain-
her creaked.
He sprang up , seized the lamp and
hurried to the place. The door , which
had always been kept locked since the
tragedy , was ajar. I-Ie entered the
chamber and stood appalled by what he
saw. In the center of the room , standing -
ing just where the dark spot on the
carpet showed that there the crime had
been done , was a tail , white figure , its
head enveloped in something misty and
white , its right arm extended toward
the empty chair where she last sat !
For a moment Ralph stood still with
amazement , but only for a moment. He
was a man of nerve , and he reached
forward to seize upon the apparition-
to determine whether it belonged to
the world of shadows or of flesh and
blood. But at the first step a rush of
air , cold as that from an inclosed tomb ,
swept over him , extinguishing his
light.
The place was dark as Erebus. He
heard a faint , shivering sigh at his very
elbow , then the soft closing of a distant -
tant door , and all was still. He groped
his way out of the dreadful place , got
another light , and went up to his wife's
chamber. She was sleeping soundly ,
and he did not disturb her , but sat
down to think over the strange thing
he had witnessed. But the more he
thought the more clouded his mind be-
came. He could find no reasonable solution -
tion of the mystery , and by-and-by he
fee asleep. When he awoke Imogene
was gone. He knew at once that she
had left the house , for a note directed
in her hand to himself lay on the table.
He tore it open and read :
" 11Ir. Trenholme-Again I am called
away. Business may keep me absent a
couple of days. You need make no
search. "
TO BE CONTINUED , )
PRACTICAL ANARCHISM.
Michael Braun Destroy I'rupertr to
Spite the Rich.
Practical anarchism could be seen
at work in the house of Mrs. Mary M.
Bryson of New York recently , Mrs.
Bryson engaged a man named Michael
Braun to varnish the furniture , and
she agreed to pay him $4 a day. According -
cording to the story which Mrs. Bry-
son told the magistrate of the York-
ville police court Braun destroyed
property in her house to the value of
over $1,000 and he had no other apparent -
ent motive but his hatred of the rich
and his principles of anarchism. He
is charged with mutilating a valuable
oil painting entitled "The Holy Fami-
ly. " It is alleged that lie cut off the
arm of the Virgin , represented in the
painting , and slashed the figure of the
child Christ in a way that suggested his
desire to show his hatred of things re-
ligious. He is a small man , with low
forehead. Mrs. Bryson told the magistrate -
trate that she and her sister lived alone
In the house , and became alarmed at
the presence of the man , who continued
his work of polishing. She said that
when they addressed a remark to him
he would reply in vile language , and
they would be obliged to seek the seclusion -
clusion of their rooms. He had complete -
plete run of the house. When spoken
to on Aug. 6 he answered with an oath.
A few moments later they saw him
leave the house , and , going upstairs ,
discovered the mutilation of the plc.
ture. He has been arrested.
Bard to Suit.
"I guess you didn't sell no pants to
hat man that just went out , did you ?
That's the hardest feller to suit I most
ever see. Him an' me boards at the
ame place. He wouldn't eat his aims
his mornin' 'cause they was both fried
on one side ; he wanted one fried on
one side an' one on the other. Why
wouldn't he take the pants ? "
"Stripes all run the same way. Said
wanted 'em to run down one leg
and up the other. "
Little alligators are admired as draw-
ngroom pets in some of the fashionable -
able houses of Paris.
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TAL i' SERMON.
THE KINGS HIGHWAY" THE
I LATEST SUBJECT.
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ASHINGTON , Feb.
1896.-Rev. Dr.
Talmage's sermon
for today was a p4c-
ture of the roan
that many have
traveled and others
are trying to get.
on and is no more
appropriate for the
capital of the nation -
tion than for all
places. T'hetext chosen was Isaiah XXXV. ,
5-10 : "And an highway shall be there ,
and a way , and it shall be called the
way of holiness ; the unclean shall not
pass over it ; but it shall be for those :
the wayfaring men , though fools , shall
not err therein. No lion shall be there ,
I nor any ravenous beast shall go there-
i on , it shall not be found there ; but the
i redeemed shall walk there ; and the ran-
soured of the Lord shall return , and
come to Zion with songs and everlasting -
ing joy upon their heads ; they shall ob-
tafn joy and gladness , and sorrow and
sighing shall flee away. "
1 There are hundreds of people in this
house who want to find the right road.
You sometimes see a person halting at
cress roads , and you can tell by his
looks that lie wishes to ask a question
as to what direction he had better take ,
And I stand in your presence conscious
of the fact that there are many of you
her who realize there are a thousand
wrong roads , but only one right one ; ,
and I' take it for granted that you have
come in to ask which one it is. Here is
one read that opens widely , but I have
not mach faith in it. There are a great
many ezpcn hte toll-gates scattered all
along that way. . Indeed , at every rod
you must pay in tears , or pay in genu-
flexions , or pay in flagellations. On that
road , if you get through it at all , you
have to pay your own way ; and since
this differs so much from what I have
heard in regard to the right way , I
believe it is the wrong way. Here is
another road. On either side of it are
houses of sinful entertainment , and
invitations to come in and dine and
rest ; but from the looks of the people
who stand on the piazza , I am certain
it is the wrong house and the wrong
way. Here is another road. It is very
beautiful and macadamized. The horses'
hoofs clatter and ring , and they who
ride over it spin along the highway ,
until suddenly they find that the road
breaks over an embankment and they
try to halt , and they saw the bit in the
mouth of the fiery steed , and cry "I-Jo !
ho ! " But it is too late , and-crash- !
they go over the embankment. We i
shall turn and see if we cannot find a
different kind of a road. You have heard
of the Appian Way. It was three hundred -
dred and fifty miles long. It was twen-
ty'-four feet wide , and on either side of
the road vras a path for foot passengers.
It was made out of rocks cut in hexagonal -
agonal shape and fitted together. What
a road it must have been ! Made of
smooth , hard rock , three hundred and
fifty miles long. No wonder that in the
construction of it the treasures of a
ahoie empire were exhausted. Because
of invaders , and the elements , and Time
-the old conqueror who tears up a
road as he goes over it-there is nothing -
ing left of that structure but a ruin ,
But I have to tell you of a road built
before the Appian Way , and yet it is
as good as when first constructed. Mullions -
lions of souls have gone over it. Mullions -
lions more will come.
The prophets and apostles , too ,
Pursued this road while here below ;
We therefore will , without dismay ,
still walk in Christ , the good old way.
First , this road of the test is the
King's highway. In the diligence you
dash on over the Bernard pass of the
Alps , mile after mile , and there is not
so much as a pebble to jar the wheels.
You go over bridges which cross chasms
that make you hold your breath ; under
projecting rock ; along by dangerous
precipice ; through tunnels adrip with
the meltings of the glaciers , and , per- .
imps for the first time learn the majesty -
esty of a road built and supported by
governmental authority. Well , my
Lord the King decided to build a highway - I
way from earth to heaven. It should
span all the chasms of human wretchedness -
edness ; it should tunnel all the mountains -
ains of earthly difficulty ; it should be I
aide enough and strong enough to hold
fifty thousand millions of the human
race , if so many of them should ever be
born. It should be blasted out of the
"Rock of Ages , " and cemented with I
the blood of the Cross , and be lifted
amid the shouting of angels and the
execration of devils. The King sent his
Son to build that road. He put head
and hand and heart to it , and after the
road was completed waved his blistered
hand over the way , crying : "It is fin-
ished. " Napoleon paid fifteen million
francs for the building of the Simplon
road , that his cannon might go over '
for the devastation of Italy but our
I
King , at a greater expense , has built
a road tor a diterent purpose , that the
banners of heavenly dominion might
come down over it. Being a King's
highway , of course it was well built
Bridges splendidly arched and buttressed -
tressed have given way and crushed the
passengers who attempted to cross
them. But Christ , the King , would
build no such thing as that. The work
done , he mounts the chariot of his love ,
and multitudes mount with him , and he
drives on and up the steep of heaven
amid the plaudits of gazing worlds.
The work is done--well done-glorious-
Ii done-magnificentlyy done.
Still further : This road spoken of iio
a clean road. Many a fine road has be-
xfis- -
come miry and foul because it has not
been properly cared for ; but my text
says the unclean shall not walk on this
one. Room on either side to throw
away your sins. Indeed , If You want to
carry diem along you are not on the
1 fglht road. .That bridge will break ,
those overhanging rocks will fall , the
night hvili come down , leaving y'ou at
the mercy of the mountain bandits , and
at the very next turn of the road you
will perish. But if you arc really on
this clean road of which I have been
speaking , then you will stop ever and
anon to wash in the water that stands
in the basin of the eternal rock.
Aye , at almost everyy step of the journey -
ney you will be crying out : "Create
within me a ( , eau heart. If you have
no stick aspirations as that , it proves
that you have mistaken your way ; and
if you will only look up and see the
fingerboard above your head , you may
read upon it the words : "There is a
way that seemneth right unto a man , but
I the end thereof is ( loath. " Without
I holiness no man shall see the Lord ; '
and if you have any idea that'you can
carry along your sins , your lusts , your
worldliness , and yet get at the end of
the Christian race , you are so awfully
mistaken , that , in the name of God , I
shatter the delusion.
I Still further : The road spoken of is
a plain road. "The wayfaring men ,
though fools , shall not err therein. "
I That is , if a man is three-fourths of an
idiot , lie can find this road just as well
as if he were a philosopher. Time imbecile -
becile boy , the laughing stock of the
street , and followed by a mob hooting
at him , has only to just knock once at
the gate of heaven , and it swings open ;
while there has been many a man who
can lecture about pneumatics , and
chemistry , and tell the story of Fara-
day's theory of electrical polarization ,
and yet has been shut out of heaven.
There has been many a man who stood
in an observatory and swept the heavens -
ens with his telescope , and yet has not ,
been able to see the Morning Star.
Many a man has been familiar with all
the higher branches of mathematics ,
and yet could not do the simple sum :
"What shall it profit a man if he gain
the whole world and lose his own soul ? "
Many a man has been a fine reader of
tragedies and poems , and yet could not
"read his title clear to mansions in the
skies. " Many a man has botanizecl
across the continent , and yet not
known the "Rose of Sharon , and the
Lily of the Valley. But if one shall
come in the right spirit , asking the way
to heaven , he shall find it a plain way.
The pardon is plain. The peace is
plain. Everything is plain. He who
tries to get on the road to heaven
through the New Testament teaching
will get on beautifully. He who goes
through philosophical discussion will
not get on at all. Christ says : "Come
to me , and I will take all your sins
away , and I will take all your troubles
away. " Now , what is the use of my
discussing it any mole ? Is not that
plain ? If you wanted to go to sonic
city and I pointed you out a highway
thoroughly laid out , would I be wise in
detaining you by a geological discussion -
sion about the gravel you will pass
over , or a Iiihysiolcgical discussion
about the muscles you will have to bring
into play ? No. After this Bible has
pointed you the way to heaven is it wise
for me to detain you with any discussion -
sion about the nature of the human
will , or whether the atonement
is limited or unlimited ? There is the
road-go on it. It is a plain way. , "This
is a faithful saying , and worthy of all
acceptation , that Christ Jesus came into
the world to save sinners. And that
is you and that is me. Any little child
here can understand this as well as I
can. "Unless you become as a little
child , you cannot see the kingdom of I
God. If you are saved , it will not be
as a philosopher , it will be as a little i
child. "Of such is the kingdom of heav-
en. " Unless you get the spirit of little I
children , you will never come out at
their glorious destiny.
Still further : this road to heaven is
a safe road. Sometimes the traveler in
those ancient highways would think ,
himself perfectly secure , not knowing
there was a lion by the way , burying
his head deep between his paws , and
then , when the right moment came ,
under the fearful spring the man's life
was gone , and there was a mauled carcass -
cass by the roadside. But , says my
text , "No lion shall be there. " I wish ;
I could make you feel your entire se-
curity. I tell you plainly that one ,
minute after a man has become a child
of God , he is safe as though he had-
been ten thousand years in heaven.
He may slip , he may slide , he may '
stumble ; but lie cannot be destroyed.
Iept by the power of God , through
faith , unto complete salvation. Everlastingly - 1
lastingly safe. The severest trial to
which you can subject a Christian man ,
is to kill him , and that is glory. In '
1
other words the worst thing that can 1i i
happen a child of God is heaven. The ; c
body is only the old slippers that he '
throws aside just before putting on the
sandals of light. His soul , you cannot t
hurt it. No fires can consume it. No
i
hoods can drown it. No devils can ,
capture it.
Firm and unmoved are they 1
Who rest their souls on God ;
nixed as the ground There David stood ,
Or where the ark abode.
His soul is safe. His reputation is
safe. Everything is safe. "But , " you
(
say , "suppose his store burns up ? "
Why then it will be only a change of 1
investments from earthly to heavenly
securities. "But , you say , "suppose I
his I ime goes down under the hoof of
scorn and contempt ? " The name will (
be so much brighter in glory. "Suppose
I
his physical health fails ? " God will
pour into him the floods of everlasting !
health , and It will not make any differ-
ence. Earthly subtraction is heavenly !
addition. The tears of earth are the i
crystals of heaven. As they take rags l
and tatters and put them through the t
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paper-nhllI. and they come out beatlti =
ful white sheets of paper , so often the
rags of earthly destitution , under the i ,
cylinders of death , come out a white
scroll upon which shall be written }
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eternal emancipation. There was one t
passage of Scripture , the force of :
which I never understood until one day ,
at'Chamounix , with Mont Blanc on one r
side and Montanvert on the other , I
opened my Bible and read : "As the
mountains are around about Jerusalem ,
so the Lord Is around about them that
fear him. " The surroundings were an
omnipotent commentary.
Though troubles' assail , and dangers
atYrlght ;
Though friends should all fail , and
foes all unite ; a }
Yet one thing secures us , whatever betide - < : a
tide ,
The Scripture assures us the Lord will
provide.
Still further : time road spoken of is
a pleasant road. God gives a bond of
Indemnity against all evil to every man
that treads It. "All things work together -
gether for good to those who love God. "
No weapon formed against them can
prosper. That Is the bond , signed ,
sealed , and delivered by the President
of the whole universe. What Is the
use of your fretting , 0 child of God ,
about food ? "Behold the fowls of the
air : for they sow not , neither do they
reap , nor gather into barns ; yet yotfr
heavenly Father feedeth them. " And
will he take care of the sparrow , will
he take care of the raven , will be take
care of the hawk , and let you die ? What
Istheuse of your fretting about clothes ? j
"Consider the lilies of time field. Shall
he not much more clothe you , 0 yo
of tittle faith ? " What is the else worrying -
rying for fear something will happen
to your home ? "IIe blesseth the habitation -
tation of the just. " What is the use of
your fretting lest you will be overcome
of temptations ? "God. is faithful , who 1 ,
will not suffer you to be tempted above
that ye are able ; but will with the
temptation also make a way to escape ,
that you may be able to-bear it. " Ohthis
Icing's highway ! Trees of life on either
side , bending over until their branches
interlock and drop midway their fruit
and shade. Houses of entertainment
on either side the roar 1 for poor pil-
. Tables spread with a feast of ,
good things , and walls adorned with
apples of gold in pictures of silver. I
start out on the King's highway , and I
find a harper , and I say. , "What is your
name ? " The harper makes no response -
sponse , but leaves me to guess , as with
his eyes toward heaven and his hand
upon the trembling strings this tune
comes rippling on the air : "The Lord
is my light and my salvation. Whom
shall I fear ? The Lord is the strength
of my life. Of whom shall I be afraid ? "
I go a little farther on time same road
and meet a trumpeter of heaven , and t
I say , "Haven't you got some music
for a tired pilgrim ? " And wiping his
lip and taking a long breath , he puts
his mouthh to the trumpet and pours
forth this strain : "They shall hunger
no more , neither shall they thirst any
more , neither shall the sun light on
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them , nor any heat , for the Lamb 1
which is in the midst of the throne shall
lead them to living fountains of water ,
and God shall wipe away all tears from
their eyes. " I go a little distance farther -
ther on the same road , and I meet a
maiden of Israel. She has no harpbut
she has cymbals. They look as if they
had rusted from sea-spray ; and I say
to the maiden of Israel : "Have you no
song for a tired pilgrim ? " And like
the clang of victors' shields the cymbals -
bals clap as Miriam begins to discourse :
"Sing ye to the Lord , for he bath triumphed -
umphed gloriously ; the horse and the
rider bath he thrown into the sea. "
4nd then I see a white-robed group.
They come bounding toward me , and l
; ay , "Who are they ? The happiest ,
nd the brightest , and the fairest in all
leaven-who are they ? " And the an-
; wer comes : "These are they who came
tut of great tribulations , and had their
robes washed and made white in the
hood of the Lamb. " 1
'I HE BICYCLE.
Two Chicago policemen on bicycles
an down and captured a murderer re-
: ently.
Babylon , L. I. , arrests and fines
wheelmen who ride in that place on
Sundays.
A gold brick valued at $160 will be
me of the prizes for the race meet at
Louisville.
Bicyclists must have their rights.
But they must also light their lanterns
it night. New York World.
So far as streets and highways are
: oncerncd , the bicycle is the vrheel horse
hf reform.-San Francisco Call.
Everybody , including his sister and
us cousin and his aunt , seems to be
siding a bicycle.-Syracuse Post.
Foolish and careless blcycIfsts are
: ausing more distress than the trolley ' . "
hr runaway horses.-Los Angeles Es-
ress.
L. A. Johnson , the well-known L. A.
GP. scorcher , has been declared a pro-
'essional ' , and will henceforth race in
hat class.
Bicycle teas and breakfasts are now '
) uite the rage in Gotham society. This
settles any lingering doubt of the
wheel's social status. It has received
is degree.-Baltimore American.
In England a new occupation has
.urned up in the cycling line In the per-
; on of a professional valuer , who , for
i trifling fee , gives his Idea as an expert -
pert on the value of second-hand
vheelo -
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During the wintea he shorca of South
Africa and South Amerte. are alive
with penguins that have svam six bun-
Ired or eight hundred leagues fronh the
south polar ice fields to the nearest
and.
A machine has been Invented that will
caste labels on ore hunflrcd thousand
: ans In a day of ten ! hours. There is an
ndless procession of rolling cans on a
hoot , and each can picks up a label as
t passes.
Professor Geikie writes in Nature that
; eologlsts have been on the whole . In-
lined to acquiesce in Lord Kely's
heory that the earth Is about a bun-
; red million years old , but some biolo-
ists have reduced the estimate to only ti
en million years.
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