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Vi = g , HEN I asked Dick
IPk -AW K\lll Fenton t0 relale
Htl"W \ //will Ills experiences , I
H p ' LW/iJxl dId not mean hlm
* "
B } & "yyyJLWfXj to do bo at such
B/f7 * ' ffllm&twlength. \ . But there ,
R'fl ' V l it ( and 'writIng
P | * Pff Is not a labor oi
B j | | ( f o T uCi/ ' ? ' love wIth him > let
n * > & When Madeline
ff I Rowan found the bed , by the side of
Hyil I which she bad thrown herself in an
KaS V ecstasy of grief , untenanted , she knew
H lix in a moment that she was the victim
H\i of a deep laid plot Being ignorant of
H ? Carriston's true position in the world ,
B < V , she could conceive no reason for the
Hlf * t elaborate scheme which bad been de-
ftfi / vised to lure her so many miles from
Bi\ her home and make a prisoner of her.
Pln A prisoner she was. Not only was
HyV the door locked upon her , but a slip
Ptw of paper lay on the bed. It bore these
H L words : "No harm is meant you , and
xK In due time you will be released. Ask
Hj no questions , make no foolish attempts
Bifi at escape , and you will be well treated. "
Hkji Upon reading this the girl's first
Hjf' ' \ thought -was one of thankfulness. She
Kwfi i BaVf at once that the reported accident
| Mp ) to ner lover was but an invention. The
Vig probabilities were that Carriston was
K' * alive , and in his usual health. Now
HiV that she felt certain of this , she could
JM bear anything.
Kfr From the day on which she entered
Hj k that room , to that on which we rescued
' 3'- { her , Madeline was "to all intents and
K * i purposes as close a prisoner in that
MR lv lonely house on the hillside as she
Hnjp might have been in the deepest dun-
Hb geon in the world. Threats , entreaties ,
K promises of bribes availed nothing. She
Hfc was not unkindly treated that is , suf-
BS fered no absolute ill-usage. Books ,
HjT \ materials for needle work , and other
K little aids towhile away time were
Kp supplied. But the only living creatures
BF < she saw -were the woman of the house
JHk "who attended to her wants , and , on one
I BL or two occasions , the man whom Car-
wf . riston asserted he had seen in his
tyflk prance. She had suffered from the
mSffi close confinement , but had always felt
r certain that sooner or later , her lover
Bj would Und her and effect her deliver-
Hag ance. Now that she knew lie was alive
Ck she could cot -bo unhappy.
fift fe I did not choose-to ask her -why she
| HB > had felt so certain on the above points.
u I wish to add no more -puzzles to the
K one which , to tell the truth , exercised ,
B even annoyed me , more than I care to
ff say. But I did ask her if , during .her
i incarceration , "her jailor had ever laid
: Brl\ his hand upon her.
KL She told me that some -short time
HHL. after her arrival a stranger had gained
Hb' ' v admittance to the house. While he was
B ] ? • there the man had entered her room ,
Vk -f held her arm , and threatened her with
Bjr * j violence if'she made an outcry. After
H S\ y J hearing this , I did not pursue the sub-
] W-S ject.
m .dr * Carriston and Madeline were married
J\ at the earliest possible moment , and
HUf * left England immediately after the
np ceremony. A week after their depar-
U' 1 ture , by Carriston's request , I forward-
H [ v ed the envelope found upon our pris-
Bw > oner to Mr. Ralph Carriston. With it
C"I sent a few lines stating where and
Bw under what peculiar circumstances we
Hb [ had' become possessed of it. I never
K received any reply to my communica-
w' tion , so , wild and improbable as it
Hjx seems , I am bound to believe that
DfL Charles Carriston's surmise was right
K fuJ that Madeline -was decoyed away and
EL $ > concealed , not from anj' illwill toward
H v nerself , but with a view to the possi-
BS ble baneful effect which her mysterious
| Hl \ disappearance might work upon her
Hk lover's strange and excitable organi-
Hif zation ; and I firmly believe that , had
S he not in some inexplicable way been
KL. firmly convinced that she was alive
Bl * , and faithful to him , the plot would
HEV > have been a thorough success , and
Ht1x | Charles Carriston would have spent the
H3 Vy ) rest of his days in an asylum.
HfPw 1 Both Sir Charles he succeeded to his
H l * title shortly after his marriage and
Heif \ Lady Carriston are now dead , or I
HpW should not have ventured to relate these
HbSct things concerning them. They had
H | . | twelve years of happiness. If measured
K > \ . by time the period was but a short one ,
H 2 > but I feel sure that in it they enjoyed
H \ more true happiness than many others
V * < j find in the course of a protracted life.
Hjf \ In word , thought and deed they were
| mt > ) as one. She died in Roi e , of fever ,
HljF and ner husband , withou 50 far as I
PPMKF know , any particular comp. nt , simply
t \ followed her- *
BMkr I was always honored with their sin-
HK cerest friendship , and Sir Charles left
HkSv me sole trustee and guardian of his
H 3 three sons , so there are plenty of lives
/BW between Ralph Carriston and his dePT -
PT sire. I am pleased to say that the boys ,
B ? who are as dear to me as my own chil-
Hl dren , as yet show no evidence of posH -
H\ sessing any gifts beyond nature.
Bl I Icnow that my having made this
V story public vrill cause two sets of ebB -
B jectors to fall equally foul of me the
BI matter-of-fact prosaic man who will
Kl say that the abduction and subsequent
H | * imprisonment of Madeline was an ab-
B \ ) surd impossibility , and the scientific
Hr \ man , like mj'self , who cannot , dare not
F\ believe that Charles Carriston , from
1 - norimagination
-neither memory nor- ,
H/ coulfi draw a face , and describe pecu-
HT liaritles , by which a certain man could J
Hf be identified. I am far from saying
Hl -fhere may not be a simple natural exi i
H "l jianation of the puzzle , but I , for one ,
have failed to find it. so close this tale
as ; I began it , by saying I am a narra
tor ' , and nothing more.
( THE END. )
• , AA A A A A AA , A Aft
1A < Tale of I
1 * Three Lions I
4 by
j H. RIDER HAGGARD L
CHAPTER I.
Most of you boys will have heard of
Allan Quatermain , who was one of the
party ] who discovered King Solomon's
mines : some little time ago , and afterward -
ward came to live in England near his
friend i Sir Henry Curtis. He had gone
back to the wilderness now , as these
hunters almost invariably do , on one
pretext or another. They cannot endure -
dure ' civilization for very long , its
noise : and racket and the omnipresence
of j broadclothed humanity proving
more trying to their nerves than the
dangers of the desert. I think that
they feel lonely here , for it is a fact
J
that is too little understood , though it
has often been stated , that there is no
loneliness j like the loneliness of crowds ,
especially ( to those who are unaccustomed -
tomed 1 to them. "What is there in the
.
world , " old Quatermain would say , "so
desolate ( as to stand in the streets of a
great city and listen to the footsteps
falling j , falling multitudinous as the
rain : , and watch the white line of
faces j as they hurry past , you know not
whence , you know not whither. They
come and go , their eyes meet yours
with a cold stare , for a moment their
features j are written on your mind , and
then 1 they are gone forever. You -will
never see them again , they will never
see 3ou again ; they come up out of the
blackness 1 , and presently they once
more : vanish into the blackness , taking
their I secrets with them. Yes , that is
loneliness ] pure and undefiled ; but to
one < who knows and loves it , the wilderness -
derness is not lonely , because the
spirit : of nature is ever there to keep
the i wanderer compan3He finds companionship -
panionship i in the rushing winds the
sunny streams babble like Nature's
children < at his feet high above him ,
in i the purple sunset , are domes and
minarets : and palaces , such as no mortal -
tal man hath built , in and out of whose
flaming doors the glorious angels of
the sun , do move continually. And
then there is the wild game , following
its feeding grounds in great armies ,
;
-with" the spring-buck thrown out before -
, fore them for skirmishes ; then rank
upon Tank of long-faced blesbuck ,
marching and -wheeling like infantry ;
and last the shining troops of quagga
and the fierce-eyed shaggy vilderbeeste
to take the place of the great cossavck
host ] that hangs upon an army's flanks ,
"Oh , no , " ne would say , "the wilder
ness is not lonely , for , my boy , remem
ber ] that the farther you get from man.
the nearer you grow to God , " and
though 1 this is a saying that might well
be ] disputed , it is one I am sure that
anybody ; who has watched the sun rise
and set on the limitless deserted plains ,
and seen the thunder chariots roll in
majesty across the depths of unfathom
able sky , will easily understand.
Well , at any rate he went back again ,
and now for many months I have heard
nothing of him , and to be frank , I
greatly doubt if anybody will ever hear
of him again. I fear that the wilderness -
ness : , that has for so many years been
a mother to him , will now also prove
bis monument and the monument of
those who accompanied him , for the
quest upon which he and they have
started is a wild one indeed.
But while he was in England for
those three years or so between his return -
turn from the successful discover of
the wise king's buried treasures , and
the death of his only son , I saw a great
deal of old Allan Quatermain. I had
known him years before in Africa , and
after he came home , whenever I had
nothing better to do , I used to run up
to Yorkshire and stay with him , and
in this wa } ' I at one time and another
heard many of the incidents of his
past life , and most curious some of
them ' were. No man can pass all those
years following the rough existence of
an elephant hunter without meeting
with many strange adventures , and
one way and another old Quatermain
has certainly seen his share. Well ,
the ! story that 1 am going to tell you
in the following short pages is one
of the later of these adventures ; indeed -
deed ( , if I remember right , it happened
in the year 1S75. At any rate I know
that itwas the only one of his trips
upon 1 which he took his son Harry .
( who is since dead ) with him , and that
Harry : was then fourteen. And now
for : the story , which I will repeat , as
nearly as I can in the words in which
hunter Quatermain told it to me one
night : in the oak-janeled vestibule of
his ] house in Yorkshire. We were talking -
ing about gold-mining
"Gold-mining , " he broke in ; "ah , yes ,
I once went gold-mining at Pilgrims' t
Rest : in the Transvaal , and it was af
ter 1 that that we had the turn up about
Jim-Jim and the lions. Do you know z
it ? Well , it is , or was. one of the c
queerest 1 little places you ever saw. t
The town itself was pitched in a sort of
stony valley , with mountains all about 1
it , and in the middle of such scenery j
as one does not often get the chance of
seeing. t
"Well , for some months I dug away (
gayly at my claim , but at length the E
very sight of a piclr or of a washing- (
<
troughbecamehafeful tor me ; A hundred
times a day I cursed my own folly for
Tiavlng invested eight hundred pounds ,
whioh was about all that I was worth
at the time , in this gold-mining. But
like other better people before me , I
had been bitten by the gold bug , and
now had to take the consequences. I
had bought a claim out of which a
man liad made a fortune five or six
thousand j pounds at least as I thought , '
very cheap ; that is , I had given him' '
five 3 hundred pounds for it It was all
that , I had made by a very rough year's
elephant i hunting beyond the Zambest
I sighed deeply and prophetically when
I saw my successful friend , who was
\ a Yankee , sweep up the roll of the
Standard ' Bank notes with the lordly
air of the man who has made his for
tune , and cram them into his breeches
pockets. ! 'Well , ' I said to Mm the
unhappy , vender 'it is a magnificent
property , and I only hope that my
luck ] will be as good as yours has been. '
He smiled ; to my excited nerves it
seemed that he smiled ominously , as
he ] answered me in a peculiar Yankee
rawl : 'I guess , stranger , as I ain't the
man to want to turn a dog's stomach
against , his dinner , more especial
when there ain't no more going of the
rounds ; as far as that there claim , well ,
she's , been a good nigger to me ; but
between ] you and me , stranger , speak
ing j man to man now that there ain't
any filthy lucre between us to ob-
sculate , the features of the truth , I
guess j she's about worked out ! '
"I gasped ; the fellow's effrontery took
the , breath out of me. Only five min
utes , before he had been swearing by
all his gods , and they appeared to be
numerous j and mixed , that there were
half ] a dozen fortunes left in the claim
and that he was only giving it up be
cause ( he was down-risht weary of
shoveling the gold out.
" 'Don't look so vexed , stranger , '
went on the tormentor , 'perhaps there
is j some shine in the old girl yet ; any
way , you are a downright good fellow ,
you are , therefore you will , I guess ,
have j a real Al , plate-glass opportunity
of ( working on the feelings of Dame
Fortune. Anyway , it will bring the
muscle up upon your arm if the stuff
is j uncommon still , and what is more ,
you will in the course of a year earn
a sight more than two thousand dollars
in j value of experience. '
"And be went , just in time , for in
another minute I should have gone for
him , and I saw his fece no more.
"Well , I set to work' on the old
claim ( with my boy Harry and a half a
dozen ( Kafirs to help me , which , see
ing j that I had put nearly all my world
ly wealth into it , was the least I could
do. ( And we worked , my word , we did
work early and late we went at it
but never a bit of gold did we see ; no ,
not 3 even a nugget large enough to
make a scarf pin out of. The American -
can ( gentleman had mopped up the
whole lot and left us the sweepings.
"For three months this game went
on ( till at last I had paid away all or
ver3- near all that was left of our lit
tle 1 capital in wages and food for the
Kafirs and ourselves. When I tell you
that Boer meal was sometimes as high
as four pounds a bag , you will under
stand that it did not take long to run
through j our banking account.
( TOBS COXTItfCEH.I
WHAT OUR FAIR DID.
,
Taujrht the I'eople the Wesson of Enthusiasm -
thusiasm and Appreciation.
It is a but a couple of years since the
vision of the White City of Chicago
ended in flame and smoke or vanished
before 1 the rains of winter , and yet already -
ready the dream is materializing , the
phoenix has risen from the ashes by
,
Lake Michigan to fly from city to city ,
wherein the plaster and stucco of the
Columbian ( palaces are becoming en
during stone , says Scribner's. The
great educational institutions have
opened the waj- , not only with plan ,
,
but also with realization , with colleges
.
in New York , and the beautiful library
of Boston , and with the huge and magnificent -
nificent . pile which has arisen besidet
the national capitol. But although
some of these buildings were projected
\
and designed- before the World's Fair
grew into being , the latter has taughi
:
to the people that shall visit them the
.
lesson of enthusiasm and appreciation ;
above all , of that enthusiasm which
results in a common direction , of that
.
interappreciation which results in
harmony. Harmony was the great lesson -
son of the Columbian city ; the architects -
tects joined hands , and in the court oi
honor each of the great buildings assumed -
sumed greater beauty and significance
from the fellowship of the charming
palaces that surrounded it.
Trains "Without" Kails.
Experiments which are described as
satisfactory have recently been made
in j the suburbs of Paris with a train.l
drawn by a steam locomotive , running
not on rails but on an ordinary road ,
'
The train used at present consists oi
only two cars , one of which contains
the locomotive machinery , together
with , seats for fourteeen pasengers ,
while the other has twenty-four seats.c
The engine is of sixteen horsepower
and the average speed is about seven ;
miles an hour. The train is able to ,
turn in a circle only twent5'-three feet
in diameter. Another train has been
constructed for the conveyance of *
freight It is hoped by the inventors
that trains of this kind will be ex
tensively employed in and near cities. ,
French peasants have a belief that if
a fire with much smoke is made in the
stove on the approach of a storm , safe
ty from lightning will be insured. Schu
ster shows that the custom is based on
reason , as the smoke serves as a very
good conductor for carrying away the "
electricity slowly and safely. In one
thousand cases of damage by lightning ,
G.3 churches and 8.5 mills have been *
struck , but the number of factory
chimneys was only 0.3. c
*
' "
J.
_ _ _ . -
TAIlTAGE'SSEEMON.Ij
RUIN AND RESTORATION , LAST
SUNDAY'S SUBJECT.
"Then Went I Up In the Xlcht by the
Brook and Viewed the Wall , and
Turned liuck and Bntered by the
"Sato at the Valley * ' > em. 2:10.
ffc'Li7 DEAD city is more
s kt 1/ / suggestive than a
M Jk livlnB city _ past
ms&Mm Rome than present
/sAvKXT nM Rome ruins rather
Lw&rrrillh " - than newly frescoed
ESHSfP cathedral. But the
fc best time to visit a
S / ruin is by moon-
MwR0lS llsbt- The Colise"
/5 / = { & = a 2/ um is far more fascinating -
cinating to the
traveler after sundown than before.
You may stand by daylight amid the
monastic ruins of Melrose Abbey , and
study shafted oriel , and rosetted stone
and mullion , but they throw their
strongest witchery by moonlight. Some
of you remember what the enchanter
of Scotland said in the "Lay of the
Last Minstrel : "
Wouldst thou view fair Melrose aright ,
Go visit it by the pale moonlight.
Washington Irving describes the
Andalusian moonlight upon the Alhambra -
hambra ruins as amounting to an en1
chantment. My text presents you
Jerusalem in ruins. The tower down.
The gates down. The walls down ,
Everything down. Nehemiah on horseback -
back , by moonlight looking upon the
ruins. While he rides , there are some
friends on foot going with him , for
they do not want the many horses to
disturb the suspicions of the people.
These people do not know the secret of
Nehemiah's heart , but they are going
as a sort of body-guard. I hear the
clicking hoofs of the horse on which
Nehemiah rides , as he guides it this
way and that , into this gate and out of
that , winding through that gate amid
the debris of once great Jerusalem.r
Now the horse comes to dead halt at
the tumbled masonry where he cannot
pass. Now be shies off at the charred
timbers. Now he comes along where
the water under the moonlight flashes
from the mouth of the brazen dragon
after ; which the gate was named ,
Heavy-hearted Nehemiah ! Riding in
and out , now by his old home deso1
lated : , now by the defaced Temple , now
amid the scars of the city that had
gone down under battering-ram and
conflagration. The escorting party
knows not what Nehemiah means. Is
he getting crazy ? Have his own personal -
sonal : sorrows , added to the sorrows of
the nation , unbalanced his intellect ?
Still ! the midnight exploration goes on.
Nehemiah on horse-back rides through
the fish gate , by the tower of the
furnaces , by the king's pool , by the
dragon well , in and out , in and out ,
until the midnight ride is completed ,
and ; Nehemiah dismounts from his
horse , and to the amazed and confounded -
founded and incredulous body-guard ,
declares the dead secret of his heart
when he says : "Come now , let us build
Jerusalem. " "What , Nehemiah , have
ycu any money ? " "No. " "Have you
any kingly authority ? " "No. " "Have
you any eloquence ? " "No. " Yet that
midnight ] , moonlight ride of Nehemiah
resulted in the glorious rebuilding of
the 1 city of Jerusalem. The people knew
not | how the thing was to be done , but
with ] great enthusiasm they cried out :
"Let us rise up now and build the city. "
Some people laughed and said it could
not | be done. Some people were infuri
ate \ and offered physical violence , saying -
ing the thing should not be done. But
the workmen went right on , standing
on [ the wall , trowel in one hand , sword
in the other , until the work was glori- j
ously completed. At that very time in
J
Greece , Xenophon was writing a history -
tory , and Plato was making philosophy ,
and Demosthenes was rattling his
rhetorical thunder ; but all of them to
gether did not do so much for the world t
| as this midnight , moonlight ride of
praying , courageous , homesick , closemouthed -
j
mouthed Nehemiah.
My subject first impresses me with
.
the idea what an intense thing is church a
affection. Seize the bridle of that
horse j and stop Nehemiah. Why are
you risking your life h ° re in the night ?
Your horse will stumble over these b
ruins and fall on you. Stop this useless
exposure of your life. No ; Nehemiah p
will not stop. He at last tells us the v-
whole story. He lets us know he was ll
an exile in a far distant land ; he was
a servant , a cup-bearer in the palace p
of Artaxerxes Longimanus , and one P
day , while he was handing the cup of D
wine to the king , the king said to him , fci
"What is the matter with you ? You f
are not sick. I know you must have a
some great trouble. What is the matn
ter with you ? " Then he told the king a
how that beloved Jerusalem was n
broken down ; how that his father's " -j
tomb had been desecrated ; how that t5
the Temple had been dishonored and *
defaced ; how that the walls were scat- f
tered and broken. "Well , " says King a
Artaxerxes , "what do you want ? " u
"Well , " said the cup-bearer Nehemiah , tT
"I want to go home. I want to fix up
the grave of my father. I want to re- 1 ;
store the beauty of the Temple. I want c'
to ; rebuild the masonry of the city wall , tl
Besides , I want passports so that I shall 5 *
not be hindered in my journey. And
besides that , " as you will find in the "w
context , "I want an order on the man s
who keeps your forest for just so much he
timber as I may need for the rebuilding T
of the city. " "How long shall you be iz
gone ? " said the king. The time of abe
sence is arranged. In hot haste this h
seeming adventurer comes to Jerusa- ;
lem , and in my text we find him on of
horseback , in the midnight , riding p
around the ruins. It is through the 01
spectacles of this scene that we discover - f <
cover the ardent attachment of Neheg
miah for sacred Jerusalem , which in a
all ages has been the typo of the
Church of God , our Jerusalem , which
we love just as much as Nehemiah
loved ' his Jerusalem. The fact Is that
you ' love the Church of God so much
that I there is no spot on earth so sacred ,
unless It be your own fireside. The
church has been to you so much comfort -
fort j and illumination that there Is
nothing j that makes you so irate as to
have ] It talked against If there have
been 1 times when you have been carried
into , captivity by sickness , you longed
, for the Church , our holy Jerusalem ,
just as much as Nehemiah longed for
his 1 Jerusalem , and the first day you
came , out you came to the house r of
the Lord. When the Temple was In
ruin3 , like Nehemiah , you walked
around { and looked at it , and in the
moonlight } you stood listening if you
could not hear the voice of the dead
. organ , the psalm of the expired Sabt
baths. What Jerusalem was to Nehe
miah , the Church of God is to you.
Sceptics and infidels may scoff at the
Church J as an obsolete affair , as a relic
of the dark ares , as a convention of
goody-goody people , but all the impresc
sion they have ever made on your mind
against the Church of God is abso-
lutely j nothing. You would make more
sacrifices for it to-day than nny other
institution i , and if it were needful you
would die in its defence. You can take
the words of the kingly poet as he
said : "If I forgot thee. O Jerusalem ,
let j my right hand forget her cunning. "
You understand in your own experience
the 1 pathos , the home-sickness , the
courage , the holy enthusiasm of Nehe-
miah in his midnight moonlight ride
around the ruins of his beloved Jeru-
salem. * * *
Again. My subject gives me a sped-
men of busy and triumphant sadness.
If there was any man in the world
who had a right to mope and give up
everything as lost , it was Nehemiah.c
You ' say , "He was a cup-bearer in the
palace of Shushan , and it was a grand
place. So it was. .The hall of that
palace was two hundred feet square ,
and the roof hovered over thirty-six
marble pillars , each pillar sixty feet
high ; and the intense blue of the sky ,
and the deep green of the forest foliage -
iage , and the white of the driven snow ,
all hung trembling in the upholstery.r
But , my friends , you know very well
that fine architecture will not put
down home-sickness. Yet Nehemiah
did not ' give up. Then when you see
him going among these desolated
streets , and by these dismantled towers -
ers , and by the torn-up grave of his
father , you would suppose that he
would .have been disheartened , and
that he would have dismounted from
his horse and gone to his room and
said : "Woe is me ! My father's grave
is torn up. The temple is dishonored.c
The walls are broken down. I have
no money with which to rebuild. I
wish I had never been born. I wish
I were dead. " Not so says Nehemiah.
Although he had a grief so intense that
it excited the commentary of his king ,
yet . that penniless , expatriated NeheI
miah rouses himself up to rebuild the
city. He gets his permission of abI
sence. He gets his passports. He has
tens away to Jerusalem. By night on
horseback he rides through the ruins.
He overcomes the most ferocious oppoI
sition. He arouses the piety and paS
t iotism of the people , and In less
than two months , namely , fifty-two
days , Jerusalem was rebuilt. That's
what I call busy and triumphant sad
ness.
ness.My
My friends , the whole temptation is
with you when you have trouble , to
do just the opposite to the behavior of
Nehemiah , and that is to give up. You
say : "I have lost my child and can
never smile again. " You say , "I have
lost ' my property , and I never can ret
pair ? my fortunes. " You say , "I have
fallen into sin , and I never can start
again for a new life. " If Satan can
make -you form that resolution , and
make you keep it , he has ruined you.
Trouble is not sent to crush you , but
to ( arouse you , to animate you , to proji
pel you. The blacksmith does not
thrust the iron into the forge , and then
blow away with the bellows , and then
bring the hot iron out on the anvil a
and beat with stroke after stroke to f
ruin the iron , but to prepare it for a
better use. Oh that the Lord God of n
Nehemiah would rouse up all brokenhearted - n
hearted people to rebuild. Whipped ,
betrayed , ship-wrecked , imprlsonea , n
Paul went right on. The Italian mara
tyr Algerius. sits in his dungeon writIng - w
Ing a letter , and he dates it , "From b
the delectable orchard of the Leonine
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prison. " That is what I call triumphant - j
phant sadness. I knew a mother who / -
buried her babe on Fridaj' and on Sabbath -
bath appeared in the house of God and .
said : "Give me a class ; give me a
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Sabbath school class. I have no child
now left me , and I would like to have
class of little children. Give me
real poor children. Give me a class off h
the back street. " That , I " say , is beaud
tiful. That is triumphant sadness. At h
three o'clock even" Sabbath afternoon , a
for years , in a beautiful parlor in Philadelphia - n
adelphia a parlor pictured and stath
uettcd there were from ten to si
twenty destitute children of the street , t
Those destitute children received rec
ligious instruction , concluding with
cakes and sandwiches. How do I know
that that was going on for sixteen
years ' ? I know it in this way. That
was the first home in Philadelphia „
where I was called to comfort a great
sorrow. They had a splendid boy , and *
< had been drowned at Long Branch.
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The father and mother almost idol-
as
ized the boy , and the sob and shriek
: that father and mother as they
hung over the coffin resound in my
ears today. There seemed to be no use
: praying , for when I knelt down to
pray : , the outcry in the room drowned
out all the prayer. But the Lord comforted - n
forted that sorrow. They did not forli
get their trouble. If you should go Ii
any afternoon into Laurel Hill , you y
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would find a monument with the word g 1
"Walter" Inscribed upon It , and a ) g H
wreath of fresh flowers around the * * s M
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name. I think there was not an hour M
in j twenty years , winter or oummer , - M
when there was not a wreath of fresh. ' ; ! H
flowers j around Walter's name. But H
the \ Christian mother 'who sent those M
flowers j there , having no child left , H
Sabbath j afternoons mothered ten oc H
twenty 1 of the lost ones of the BtreeU H
That is beautiful. That is what I call M
busy 1 and triumphant sadness. Hero H
is j a man who has lost his property. , H
He does not go to bard drinking. Ho H
doe3 not destroy his own life. H ° H
comes and says , "Harness me for H
Christian work. My money's gone. I H
have no treasures on earth. I want H
treasures in heaven. I have a voice H
and a heart to serve God. " You say H
that that man has failed. He has not H
failed be has triumphed ! H
Oh , I wish I could persuade all thoj H
people who have any kind of trouble ) H
never to give up. I wish they wouW , H
look at the midnight rider of the textj H
and that the four hoofs of that beast ' H
on which Nehemiah rode might cut to. j H
pieces all your discouragements , and M
hardships , and trials. Give up ! Who • H
is j going to give up , when on the bosom ? M
of God he can have all his troubles ' H
hushed ? Give up ! Never think of' H
giving up.Are you borne down with' ' H
poverty ? A little child was found H
holding her dead mother's hand In M
the darkness of a tenement house , and M
some one coming in , the little girl M
looked up , while holding her dead fl
mother's hand , and said , "Oh , I do ) H
wish that God had made more light' ' B
for poor folks. " My dear , God will bo , M
your light , God will be your shelter , M
God will be your home. Are you fl l
borne down with the bereavements of I H
life ? Is the house lonely now that the H
child is gone ? Do not give up. Think 1
of what the old sexton said when the H
minister asked him why he put so H
much care on the little graves , in the H
cemetery so much more care than on M
the larger graves , and the old sexton ' H
said , "Sir , you know that 'of such is H
the kingdom of heaven , ' and I think' H
the Savior is pleased when he sees |
so much white clover growing around t |
these little graves. " But when the
H
minister pressed the old sexton for a < j H
more satisfactory answer , the old sexton - , |
ton said , "Sir , about these larger1 H
graves , I don't know who are the t |
Lord's saints and who are not ; but H
you know , sir , it is clean different with H
the bairns. " Oh , if you have had that |
keen , tender , indescribable sorrow that |
comes from the loss of a child , do not | |
give up. The old sexton was right It H
is * ] all well with the bairns. Or. if you |
have sinned , if you have sinned grievously - H
ously sinned until you have been cast H
out by the Church , sinned until you- H
have been cast out by society , do not H
give up. Perhaps there may be in this H
house one that could truthfully utter H
the lamentation of another : fl
Once I was pure as the snow , but I H
Fell like a snow-flake , from heaven to- |
Fell , to be trampled as filth in tha H
Fell , to be scoffed at , spit on and | |
Praying , cursing , wishing to die , H
Selling my soul to whoever would buy , 1
Dealing in shame for a morsel of < |
Hating the living and fearing tha H
Do not give up. One like unto the- j H
Son of God comes to you today , saying - |
ing , "Go and sin no more ; " while he ) |
cries out to your assailants , "Let hiral | |
that is without sin cast the first stone * |
at her. " Oh ! there is no reason why H
anyone in this house , by reason of any4 |
trouble ; or sin , should give up. H
Are you a foreigner , and in a strange- I h
land ? Nehemiah was an exile. Are H
you penniless ? Nehemiah was poor. H
Are you homesick ? Nehemiah waa H
homesick. Are you broken-hearted1 fl
Nehemiah was broken-hearted. But H
just see him in the text , riding along : H
the sacrileged grave of bis father , and H
by the dragon well , and through the H
fish gate , and by the king's pool , in | |
and out , in and out , the moonlight H
fallinx on the broken masonry , which H
throws a long shadow at which the H
horse shies , and at the same time that H
moonlight kindling up the features of | | H
this man till you see not only the- H
mark of sad reminiscence , but the courage - | H
age and hope , the enthusiasm of a man |
who knows that Jerusalem will be re- H
builded. I pick you up today , out of H H
your sins and out of your sorrow , and I H
put you against the warm heart of H
Christ. "The eternal God is thy refuge - H
uge , and underneath are the everlast- |
a Treasure. H
For some time Harry Brown of Iola H
has been carrying in his pocket a trade H
dollar which some one passed upon H |
him. The other day he tossed it onto H
counter , revealing the picture of a B
man. With infinite pains some one H
had made the dollar into a locket , and l l
so skillfully was the work per'ormed H
that ) when closed no sign of a hinge H
could ( be seen. H
A Good Christian. B M
A good Christian is one who has the H
spirit of Jesus in him , and manifests H
that j spirit in his actions and belief. I H
He may believe this or that with re- I HI
gard to the origin and rank of the I B
various parts of the Bible. So long I H
he takes the gold out of the mine H H
and works it up into character , he is |
the true disciple of the book. Rev. E. H
Horton. H | H
Jack "Hurrah , Mamie ! We can get H
married now. Unionvstock is going up H
like lightning. " Mamie "Oh , Jack H
Have you some ? " Jack "No ; but 1
your father ha3. " New York World , j H | H
