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-.: :* THE MYSTERY Q
0 By CHARLOTTI
"'he house had been empty for
some time, and had a weird, forlorn
aspect. The windows were broken,
the railings rusted, and tall, rank
weeds filled the garden. Yet it was,
to my mind, the prettiest house in
the terrace. It was separated from
the others and overloked a broad ex
panse of green meadow land.
We-that is. my mother and I
-came to live in Western terrace
some nine years before the story
I have to relate opens. Western
terrace is the last row of houses in
that pretty outskirt of London
which I will call Surbiton. The
beautiful. fertile country lay fair
and smiling on either side of us; in
the far distance we caught a glimpse
of a chain of blue hills. The mea
dows were green and studded with
white and golden flowers.
The Terrace is far from the city,
far from all the haunts of men;
there are no shops near it; no busy
crowds ever pass by. The silence of
the summer evenings is unbroken,
save by the singing of the birds and
the- distant chiming of the church
When we first came to live here,
the next house was empty. My
mother often wondered that no one
took it; but there were many ob
jections; it was so far from all the
shops; then it lay back, apart and
distant from all the other houses;
there was, too, a grove of solemn,
melancholy pine trees near it, an'
on wintry nights the wind wailed
and moaned there until it shook
Still, I believe the real reason why
nd one cared to take it was that a
dreadful murder had been committed
there. In the silence and stillness
of a dark night a deed had been
committed in Mona House that cried
up to high heaven for vengeance.
We never cared to inquire about the
particulars. It was some sad story
of an unhappy marriage--a few
years of sullen resentment and
gloomy misery-a wild outburst of
hot anger-a fierce and cruel blow,
followed by the stillness and nor.
rors of death.
Perhaps, before telliqg my little
story, I should introduce myself, in
order that you may fully understand
why I relate it. My mAther, Mrs.
Gresham, had been for some years.
a widow. I was her onlyr child. My
profession was that of a barrister
and I am glad to say I stood fore
most in the ranks. My mother had
ar. ample fortune of her own and
my father had bequeathed to me the
savings of a long life.
My mother loved the country; she
-could not endure the city. She must
have fresh, pure air, large rooms,
green fields. I was obliged to live
somewhere near town. We found
exactly what we wanted in Western
Terrace. It was in the country, yet
'within an omnibus ride of the city,
We had many friends, many acquain
tances, but no relatives living. Few
week-: passed without my mother
giving a dance of an evening party.
We aad a constant succession of
visitors, and altogether life in West
ern Terrace was very gay and agree
Strange to say, and unlike most
mothers, mine wished me to marry.
I had already reached the mature
age of thirty-six, and had never yet
been in love. I laughed at the no
tion. I had seen pretty girls and
beautiful women, but no face, as
yet, charmed or haunted me. My
mother continually made a point
of inviting young and attractive girls
to the house.; It was all in vain;
love to me was a stranger.
It happened .just at this time that
I was confined to the house for a
week or two, from the effects of a
severe cold, and then i: became to
me a source of continua] amusement
to watch Mona House and the doings
From a dull, dusty, ;dlrty building
it gradually changed 'into a '.right,
light, cheerful one, with freshly
painted railings. It amused me to
watch the arrival of large vans of
furniture and other effects. We often
speculated as to whe.t our neigh
bors would be lil'e. Would they be
old or young, dull or sociable? For
some time after all the arrange
ments at the house had been com
pleted there was no sign of them.
An elderly woman of respectable ap
pearance took up her abode there.
We saw no arrival or the usual fore
runners of a family m:>vmg. Once
I heard (late in the evening and
quite dark) the sound of a carriage,
driving slowly up to the next door.
I could disting'ish some slight con
fused sounds, and in a few minutes
it drove away again.
. Three days afterwards I was walk
ing home, when suddernly, at one of
the upper windows of Mona House,
I caught sight of a face that I shall
never forget. The fair. pale face
of a lady, with the shidest expres
sion1 in her dark eyes I ever beheld;
a b:eautiful face, set in a frame of
golden hair, with sweet, patient lips,
that looked too grave and mournful
I cannot tell why the face affected
me so keenly; it seemed like the
realization of a want I had long felt
--like the completion of a dream.
In that one moment it was photo
grahed on my heart, and will be
there till I die. All night long it
haunted me; those sweet, sad eyes
seemed ever looking into mine. I
longed to hear the voice that should
come from those patient lips. I told
my mnotherr that~ ou)r new. neihor?'
uad ar'rived, and1 th'at one of themn
was a moest faTr an?d lov'ely lady.
"It is strauge," she remarked,
"that I have neither seen no:' heard
anything of thenm."
And as the days went on the fact
grew mo're and more strange. We
neither saw nor heard anything of
them. I could not obtain another
glimpse of the fair, sad face that
haunted me. I am not ashamed to
say how much I tried to do so.I
lingered in the roa4 -and watched
from the window, but there was nlE
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Other things struck me as strange
and mysterious. Wheever resided
there-whether the lady I had seen
was alone or not, I could not tell; t
but no one ever called. I never
once saw friend or guest or visitor
approach that closed door. The post- I
man never took letters to Mona
House. No one ever crossed the
threshold; it was silent and solitary
as a large tomb.
Early in the morning I saw the
old servant at work; but look when
I would, whether in the bright, j
warm flush of morning or in the I
dewy evening, early or late, I could t
not see the pale, lovely face I could
Was she maid, widow, or wife? I
could .not tell. I might have lived
a thousand miles frbm Mona House,
and I should have known Just as
much of it as I did then. We won
dered often whether any one else i
lived with the .ady I had seen.
Once again I saw her. It was
early in the morning. Unable to
sleep, I had come out Into the gar
den to look for some favorite fowers.
She was in her own garden, leaning
against the lattice-work that sepa
rated our grounds from those of
Mona House. She had gathered a
few flowers, but during her fit of
musing they had fallen from her
For full half an hour I stood .3
under the flowering lilac tr, es, I
drinking in the beauty of the pale,
drooping girl, who neither moved I
nor stirred., Presently the old wom- t
an came out and touched her gently
on the arm.
"Come in, Miss Clarice, and ake
some breakfast," she said. "You
look tired to death. A long sleep 3
will do you as much good as fresh
Slowly and wearily the girl fol
lowed the old servant into the
"Why should she be worn and
wan? Why. should she be tired or t
wearied?" I asked myself. "Why
should she have watched through the
long hours of night? What shadow t
had fallen upon the young life?
What was the mystery hanging over
- There was no guilt, shame or i
crime. I could have doubted any
thing rather than the pale, sad face x
upon which the morning sun had. <
-shone so lovingly. I
I asked my mother to make some I
advances towards our neighbor. She 5
tried to do so but her efforts were s
all in vain. The lady seemed to I
shrink from observation, and only
wished to avoid notice. .. -
At last we began to notice that a
closed carriage stopped once a day t
at the door; a gentleman descended I
from it, and remained some few C
minutes in the house. For a long 2
time I wondered who he could be; s
one day I saw him plainly, and re
cognized the celebrated physician, t
Dr. James. c
The mystery seemea now to be d
solved; doubtless the lady was a
great invalid--thr.t accounted for I
her pale face and utter seclusion
from all society. I told my mother s
of my discovery, and she, always E
kind of heart, resolved to do some- 1
thing ,to help and aid the young
girl who seemed so utterly friend- t
The next time she saw the old
housekeeper, my mother stopped her
and inquired after the health of her
"My mistress is quite well," re
plied the woman, taken by surprise
and thrown off her guard.
"I1 am glad to hear it," said my
mother. "I was afraid, from Dr.
James' frequent visits, she might be
Something seemed to come over
the woman, like a start of recollec
"She is not well," she stammer-'d,
"but there is nothing serious the
There was a strange hesitation
about the old servant that my
mother could not understand.
"Can I be useful to her in any
way?" she asked again.
"No!" replied the woman abrupt
ly; "she wants nothing but quiet."
My mother saw there was some
thing constrained about her manner;
she noticed, also that she seemed
anxious to end the conver'sation.
From that time the housekeeper
avoided all chance uf meeting with
any one from our house. But for
tune favored me again.
A few evenings afterwards I was
in the garden. The lady from Mona
House stood, holding a heavy flower
pot in her hand. She was trying to
'open the door of the little conserva
I cannot tell if a small slate fell
from the house-roof, or if some
one passing along the wall flung a
stone; I saw only one thing; the
heavy flower-pot was broken into
Ia hundrcd pieces, and the little white
hands that held it were fearfully
cut and bruised.
In one moment I had leaped over
the wall and stood by her side.
"Are you hurt?" I cried.
I shall never forget the look she
turned upon :ne; it was one of the
most intense terror.
"How did you come here?" she
asked. "Who are you?"
I never in my life saw anything
like the wild fright in her eyes; her
face was white and quivering.
"I am your next-door neighbor,"
I repiled quickly; "from my garden
I saw the accident which happened,
and came to help you."
"I am not hurt," she said faintly.
"You must be," was my reply,
pointing to a large crimson stain on
her dress; "see how your hand is
Icut. You look faint; sit here and
rest, while I tell your servant."
"No," she gasped, rather than
spoke, while her feeble fingers
clutched my arm, "no, no; do not
enter the house."
I bowed, and was turning away,
when she said, gently:
"Yon ae vmr king_ an~d I thanie
-ou very much Indeed. Pray do not
hink me rude or ungrateful."
"It would be impossible to .nag
ne you either," I replied. "Let me
.t least bind up your hand.
I saw her give one quick, eager
lance at the windows of the house,
hen with the trusting simplicity of
little child she laid that little white
and in mine.
Nothing ever took me so long as
hat act of kindness did. It was
ike the realization of a bright
ream to see that fair, sad face-to
ook into the sweet, shy eyes. I was
ibliged to finish at last, and then
he gave me a grateful, gentle
"Do not thank me," I cried, see
ng she was about to speak. "Will
ou grant me one favor? Will you
low me to call and see how your
and is to-morrow or in a few days
"Pray do not ask mie," she said,
n such evident terror I could not
ersist in the demand.
Seeing my presence really dis
ressed her, I went away, bearing
vith me a passionate love of the fair,
ad face, haunted by the musical
one of that sweet voice.
Yet afterwards, in thinking over
he intervie;:, I was more at a loss
han ever. What was the mystery?
W,'hy did she look so frightened?
,Vhy did she evidently dread lest
should enter the house? What
vas concealed or going on there?
My dear mother was moved to
'mpassion when I related the in
"I shall certainly go in and see
er," she said. "Poor young lady!
cannot help thinking she suffers
rom a nervous disease."
That evening when I returned
ome, she, my mother, had a strange
ale to tell me. She looked pale and
"Paul," she said, when we were
eated alone in the drawing-room,
'I have had a great fright to-day.
have been to see our next-door
Before I had time to reply she
ontinued: "Yes, I have been to see
ier; but I shall never go again.
here is something either very
aysterious or very wrong going on
here. The old servant seemed terri
ied when she met me. I asked to
ee her mistress. At first she said
he young lady was engaged; then
he said her mistress was not at
tome. What alarmed me so much
vas that as I turned to leave the
oom, I heard a noise.
"I cannot describe it," continued
y mother, shuddering, and turning
uite pale; "it was unlike anything
Luman-unlike anything I have -ver
teard. Just as I stood still, paral
zed by the awful sound, I distinctly
aw the young lady herself cross the
anding above the stairs."
"It seems very strange," I replIed,
"She was evidently in the house
he whole of the time," resumed my
other. "What can be the reason
f her mysterious seclusion? 'A hat
'uld be the cause of that fearfuI
Even as we sat, trying to solve
he mystery of Mona House, there
ame a violent ringing at the hail
"Who can be there?" said my
zother. "It is. eleven o'clock."
Before I had time to reply the old
ervant from the next house hastily
ntered the room, and went straight
p to my mother.
"Will you come in to see my mis
ress nowv, directly?" she said.. "He
s dying at last,. aA'd she is all alone."
"Who is dying?" asked my be
rildered mother; but the woman had
;one out again,. and we followed.
In silence we entered Mona, House
;nd followed her up the broad stair
ase. We heard a strange,. half
noaning sound. Tihe old woman
~pened the door of a room,. and we
I can never forget the sight. On
bed near the fire lay a most beau
iful boy; but at one glance we could
ee he was not only an idiot, but also
umb. A mass of short golden curls
ay on the pillow. His large, bright
yes wandered restlessly. The beau
iful face was flushed, and the damp
>f death hung heavily on the broad,
white brow. From his lips there
:ame incessantly that moaning, half
rticulate sound that chilled one's.
ery blood. By his side knelt the
;entle lady I loved so well.
She rose as we entered the room,
md coming towards us, said,
"You have been kind before; bc
ind to me again. He is dyin, and
[am all alone."
My mother-Heaven bless her for
it!-clasped the slender, girlish fig
are in her arms, and kissed the rhite
ace over and over again. Then we
nelt by the side of the bed.
Hour after hour passed, and no
sound was heard, save the moaning
af the poor dumb boy and the bitter
sobs of his sister.
The gray dawn of morning ap
peared before the struggle ended,
and the beautiful face wore the pallor
and stillness of death.
Then, while tears rairaed down
h face, Clarice Holte told lior
simple story. Her father had been
a wealthy London merchant, who had
made a large fortune entirely by his
own skill and exertions. He died
when Clarice was fourteen, and her
little brother a babe in his mother's
She told us of her mother's de
spair, when the toy, who had the
most beautiful face and soft golden
curls, was declared to be utterly and
hopelessly imbe,cile. From that time
she withdrew herself entirely -~rom
the world. She went no more into
society; she shut herself up with her
children, and devoted every moment,
every thought, every care of her life
o he:- boy. Clarice -villingly shared
her solitude. Whe. she was eight
een her mother died. Then the real
troubles of this life commenced for
Clarice Holte. On the mother's
death-bed she exacted from the
young girl a promise that, while her
brother lived, she would devote her
life to him, even if it obliged her
to forego all love and all happiness.
Caice promised, and she kept her
To her great alarm one or two
I ronas wished her~ to send th bo
to a public asylnm, saying he would
be better cared for.
Then she determined upon leavinj
her old home and going to some se
cluded, quiet spot. where no one whc
knew her could find her-where she
could devote herself, as her mothei
had done, to the unfortunate boy.
Her faithful old nurse discovered
the house in Western Terrace. Ii
suited them exactly. and in the F,
lence of the night the poor idiot wa.
brought home. It wa:: a heavy bur.
den for young shoulders to carry.
The constant wateuing, both nighi
and day, drove the bloom from the
fair face, and imprinted there a loot
of dreamy sadness, pitiful to see.
To add to her troubles, poor Her
bert began to droop; he pined aftei
his dead mother, and could not bE
comforted. Dr. James still attendee
him, as he had done during his
mother's life. Clarice lived in con
tinual dread lest the kind but offi.
cious friends, who were so anxious tc
remove her brother from her care
should discover her residence. Hence
her terror when I suddenly ap
peared in the garden. She believed
herself discovered. For the same
reason, she dreaded any one visiting
or entering the house, fearing that,
if her brother's existence becamE
known, she would be deprived o,
The mystery was solved at length
We helped Clarice-we stood by hei
when her brother was laid in the
pretty cemetery near Surbiton. WE
soothed her sorrow, and helped hei
to bear her grief. Gradually thE
shadow passed from the fair face
al the lips learned to smile.
She looked perfectly happy, onc
morning, when the golden sunbeams
fell upon her, and we stood side b3
side at the altar. She looked per
fectly happy, for on that morning
Clarice Holte became my wife.
The layer of the sea taken up it
clouds each year is now estimatec
at fourteen feet in thickness.
Magnetic compasses are to be sup
plied in future to all British and
native cavalry regiments in India a:
the rate of four a squadron.
The use of aluminum with whic'
to wrap butter is said to preserve
the sweetness of butter for a ver3
Lightning clouds are always neal
the ground. They are seldom at a
greater distance than 2000 -feet.
The Chicago and Northwesterr
Railway Company has a tie pickling
plant at North Escanaba, Wis. Creo
sote is used as the preservative com
pound. If this treatnient succeeds
for railway ties,. It should act simi
larly with fence posts, etc.
About a dozen years ago, M. Richr
ter showed that the mysterious fires
in benzine-cleaninlg establishments
are due to electricity, which pro.
duces sparks as pieces of wool are
drawn from the combustible fluid om
cool or dry days,. and he found that
the sparks could be prevented b3
adding magnesium oleate-even as
little as 0.02 per cent.-to the ben
zine. The reason of this remarkabe
effect of the cleate has not beer
understood. It has now been investi
gtted by G.. Just at Karisruhe,. n
hc finds that the conductivity of thE
benzine is very slightly increased
this change being sufilcient to pre
vent the accumulation of aangerous
electric charges. In pure benzinE
an electrode kept its charges for
minutes, while in the diluted oleatE
solution it refused to. take ~any
One conception of the earth's in
terior is being gradually transformaed
by the discoveries in radioactivity.
Radium or radioactive substance has
been found in all igneous rocks, buli
is most in evidence in granites and
least so in basic rocks. That it is -
the cause of the earth's internal
heat is an idea that is gaining
ground. The distribution of radi'um
is fairly uniform, and this gives
basis for calculations showing thai
he earth's crust cannot be much
miore than forty-five miles deep, as
ro:erwise. the outflow of heat would
be greate:' than Is observed, and
or the conclusion that the interiox
-comparatively cold instead of a
iolten mass-must be of some total.
1:: different metal. The last result
agrees with that reached by Pro
fssor Milne from th? velocity ol
athqualte travel throuigh the in
trio:'. The moon probably cons ista
m:ostly of rock, with an ititernaI
temerature much greater than .:ai
of the <>arth. and this ecplains ths
g~cat d'velJpraecnt of lunar %'olca
noes. 1:'on i:::coritea conmuin litti
Carcasses of D~eer.
Hunter's returning from the heac
of Smith Rliver, in Del Norte County.
Cal., repor; that fully 200 carcasses
os deer may be seenscattee'td thr'ougt
the mountains of that region. Onl3
the hind quarters hare been taker
by the men who have devastated the
inest deer hunting section of thE
coast. Many of the carcasses seer
were those of does and i'awns. ThE
monftaini region that makes suet
fine hunting ground lies in Del Nor'tt
and Siskiyou Counties in Califor'nia
d in Jiosphine and Curry Counties
Oregon. -San Francisco Chronicle.
Stutte'rin;: in Germany.
Stuttering children have latel3
become alarmingly numerous ir
Germany. The public schools con
tin 80,000 of them. The increasc
in the number is largely due tc
China has an estimated capacit:
Ifor supplying the world from her
cal Oelds for 2Q00 years.
TYING SHOE LACES.
If you are one of those girls whose
&hoe laces flip-flop loose at every step,
you will be glad to have this hint of
just how to tie them firm: Proceed
in exactly the same way as if you
were tying an ordinary bow, but pass
the right hand loop through the knot
before drawing it up, and give a
teady pull on both loops. It should
be remembered, however, when unty
ing. that the right hand string must
be pulled, for if the other is pulled
it will only tighten the knot.
MECCA FOR WIDOWS.
Washington is a favorite city with
many widows who had distinguished
husbands. The political-social at
mosphere is attractive to them. Mrs.
NIarcus A. Hanna has sold her home
in Cleveland, and is to become a per
manent resident of Washington.
Other women who either live entirely
in Washington or spend most of their
time here are Mrs. Garret A. Hobart,
Mrs. Daniel Manning, Mrs. Henry C.
Payne, Mrs. Stanley Matthews, Mrs.
John Hay, Mrs. Philip Sheridan, Mrs.
Matthew Stanley Quay and Mrs. John
A COSTLY FAD IN DANGER.
According to all accounts, the
famine in long gloves.is still seriously
felt despite the widespread tendency
of womanhood in the emergency tc
go about with the arms bared to the
snipped-off sleeves. If the sex im
mediately interested gets really tc
liking to do without gloves, the fash
ion which decrees that the forearm
shall be covered with five dollars'
worth of kid instead of ten cents'
worth of dress goods stuff, may have
to surrender to the expedient that
the famino has made necessay.
BACK TO THE OLD-TIME SATEEN.
Though the belle of twenty years
ago cannot come back to us in all her
ful!, fair freshness. one form of gown
material that the dear creature used
a double decade back is coming intc
use again. It is French sateen.
Some women who do not care for
changing styles have clung to the
sateen, and now they are chuckling,
"Didn't I tell you it would come
back?" Hear what a thrifty woman
did with a gown of this kind. It was
trimmed in lace and chiffon for the
first two years. Then it was remade
with more subdued accessories, and
it lasted for 'second best" in spring
and autumn for two more seasons.
[hen it was ripped to pieces. Now il
s finishing its career as a dressing
sack for steamer and sleeping car
ses-New York Press.
WASH "RIBBONS" OF LINEN.
For the woman who wants a sub
stitute for the perishable little rib
bons she runs through the beadinge
in her underclothes, and yet to whon
:h narrow linen tapes are entirely
utilitarian in their character, come
attractive and inexpensive linen rib
ns of delicate pink and white, sayc
the Washington Times.
They are made with a cord, on eaci
edge, and wear and wash until the
ice they are r-un in is worn cut.
Of course, there's nothing quite se
dainty 'as the little silk ribbons, bul
if you can't keep them exquisite13
fresh, renewing them at the firsi
signs of shabbiness, the pink liner
ribbons are the next best thing.
For the busy women they sav(
time to a surprising extent, doin;
away with the necessity for takinI
the ribbons out and threading then
in again each time the things ari
Frances, a girl of thirteen, wat
destined by her mother to be a fini
musician. While still a little chil<
she was taught to read the notes anc
her tiny fingers were placed on thi
keyboard. Year in and year out th4
child was obliged to practice, and sh4
acquired a measured amount of skill
but her playing was wooden and spir
itless. In despair, her mother said t<
her, "What do you expect to be whei
you are grown up?"
The girl sighed. "When I an
grown up, mother, if I have a hous
of my owni, the very first thing
shall do will be to order the piani
chopped up~ for kindling wood.
want to be a doctor."
As time passed musical studies wer
dropped, and~ duly Frances went ti
the medical college. At last she wa
allowed liberty to grow in her ow:
)roper direction. She is a successfu
uhysician, treating nervous disorder
ith r-are sympathy and understand
ing.-Magaret E. Sangster, in th
WVomans H-ome Companion.
LAGTER. IS BEAUTIFYING.
Cultivate happiness, smiles an
laughter; they keel) you young.
Take exercise in the Openf air daily
air is essential.
Begin from your earliest day t
sleep with your window open and nc
only have a warm bath every day. bt
rub and stimulate the skin in you
bath from the head to the heel.
Never neglect to go through sonm
exercises which will keel) the musc1h
in order, the head erect, the shou
ders well thrown back: carrias
stands you in good stead, even in~ oi
Believe that people like you an
admire you; it is more than half tl
battle, and takes you more than ha
on the road that leads to univers:
Never let yourself go.
Rich or poor, you can always i
the best f',r your-self; and be mo.
careful of your diet.
Study what suits your digestior
do not eat too much~ meat 0or drin
t ua tea; indulge in goC
draughts of pure water at least twice
a day, hot or cold, as suits you best.
Every mother who has a little tot
to dress takes as keen an interest in
juvenile modes as she does in fash
ions for herself.
All mothers like to feel that their
children are well dressed, and to ob
tain that result an endless amount
of patience, time and good taste are
TQ be well dressed is always to be
appropriately clad. ' It isn't essential
to have so many suits in number as it
is to have them suitable for various
A child can never be unattractive
in a freshly washed frock, no mat
ter what its material, and all suits
should be made with a view to fre
This year the eyelet embroidery,
done entirely by hand, is engaging
the attention of enterprising moth
ers, and the result, either on china
silk, fine handkerchief linen or coarse
weaves, is equally effective, says Mod
This is popularly a white year,
and colorless frocks are always re
freshing and dainty. They are the
most economical, too, because they
wash better than colored fabrics.
When the truth that woman might
have other aspirations than those to
ward housekeeping was first borne
upon mothers, some of them became
They said to themselves, "Mary
shall be a teacher of music; it is un
necessary for her to learn to cook or
wash dishes. I have been a household
slave all my life, I shall see that she
Or, "I discern in Helen the spirit
of the public reformer. She shall not
be bothered with housework."
They assume, as the persons of the
opposite point of view had done, an
irreconcilable antagonism between
the intellectual and the domestic.
They differ from their opponents
merely in choosing the. intellectual
as the predestined sphere of women.
And thanks to that opinion, there
are to-day many young women who
are helpless when confronted with
stocking darning or curtain washing
problems, which sooner or later find
out all womankind.
An elementary knowledge of cook
ing does not make a girl any more
than an elementary knowledge of
geography Is going to turn her into
There are certain things which all
must learn to be equipped for com
fortable living in this day and gener-,
ation, and to learn those things does
not make one a specialist in those
lines or keep one from being a spe
cialist in others.
A modest acquaintance with the
art of nail driving will never keep a
boy from becoming a mining engi
'neer or an artist if he wants to be
And so a rudimentary knowledge
of housekeeping will not prevent a
girl from being a violinist or a land
Kousewifery ne m't interfere
with lessons. It need not interfere
with sport. And the girl who starts
out in search of a "career" will find
herself greatly handicapped in the
race if she has not some knowledge
She must needs forbear the jolly,
sociability promoting "spreads" and
chafing dish suppers unless she is
able to contribute her share to these
Then, again, the heart of manhood
has been said to lie at the end of the
esophagus, rather than over among
the lungs and ribs.
Even the self-reliant woman of af
fairs who battles bravely by day in
the commercial arena has her little
nook, made dainty by feminine
touches, to which she gladly creeps
Woman and domesticity are inex
orably linked together.
What a mighty thing life Is. You
cannot get away from its duties.
Fight, revel, shake your puny fists
t the sky and make your Insignifi
cant life a rule unto yourself.
:ts no use. The great pendulum
keeps right on swinging and if you
l on't duck in time it will hit you a
Domesticity and womanhood.
It is a wise maiden who apprecI
ates their relative value in time.
E lizabeth Biddle, in the New York
Rewards of Literature.
A very talented and well-known
wr~itersccessful, too, in the popu
lar estimation-tells me: "I know a
man who spent fifteen years leisure
in getting the material for his best
book and writing it over three times;
then offered it to almost every pub
isher in America, meeting with re
fusal by all, and finally sold it to a
Lodon publisher for ?50; had it re
ppblished in America some years af
trward; got a few dollars before the
publishers failed, and as his last roy
eaty received just two cents, which
was exactly ten per' cent. of the last
um due himr. I am the men, but I
d dn't publish the fact, nor feel in
dcind to brag about it, nor to comn
pain, for that would be useless and
dould only cheapen my wares in the
literary market. x The book paid me
Iby accurate calculation thirty-three
Lin ed a half cents a week for my fifteen
yyars' work. "-From Papyrus.
oThe Great Wall of China is the
argest artificial structure in the
world. It is 1500 miles in length,
ad varies in height frcm forty fezt
totofifty feet. It was built over 2000
ye yars a-o.
P[P OHTH LEAGUE LESSONS'
SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 16,
Our Debt to the Knowledge of God's
Word-Heb. 1. 1.
The blessing of righteousness. Psa.
The moral law. .Mark -10. 17-19.
The Gospel. John 20. 30; Luke.
The guidance of the Church. James
2. 4; 3. 1; 5. 13; 1 Ti. 3. 14, 15.
Wisdom that Is salvation. 2 TIm.
S. 15; Prov. 1. 7.
. Spiritual quickening. Heb. 4. 12.
The Bible Study feature of the
League work is under the supervision
of the First, or Spiritual, Depart
ment; and .the First Vice-President,
therefore, should appoint a strong
Bible Study Committee, and speedily
organize the class for the prosecu
tion of the work. A class can be form
ed and sustained in any chapter any
where. Even though the number
taking the course be very small the
blessing resulting to the number, in
mental illumination and- in spiritual
quickening, will be /great; and ,
through the few the many will be .
more or less benefited.
The blessings for which we are in
debted to the Bible - find a partial
rumming-up in 'our Daily Readings.
First Is the boon of. righteousness.
The One Hundred aid Nineteenth
Psalm is a h) mn in praise of the
Word of God. As a guide, of life; as
cleansing power; as source of peace,
happiness, and the good regard of
men. "I shall not be ashamed," says
the writer, "when I have respect unto
all thy commandments."
The Bible presents humanity with
a standard of morals, a code of
ethics, to govern us In our relations
with God and with other men. Jesus
referred to this code, and quoted a
portion of It, in our Reading f#
Tuesday. We are "freed from the
law," In some sense, but we need it
yet. The law was presented to re
main forever a rule of life, a stn
dard of conduct in the relationships
of men. But who can keep the law
entirely Unless it be fully observed
It stands as a monument of condem
nation. We must have the gospel
The law Is the token and standard
of holiness, but that holiness is be
yond human attainment except
through the grace of God, which pro
vides the enablement, first by bestow
ing a new nature, and then by the
Indwelling of power.
The Bible provides directions for
the government of the church. No
system of church polity was given by
Christ or the apostles. .That matter
was left for determinatia -by the ex
pediencies of circumstances; but a
system of principles for the guidance
of men and women in the church life
was clearly outlined. Some of the
details of these principles we have in
CHRIST N ENEAVOR NOT
How Christ Met rHis. Enemies, and
How We Should Meet Ours.
Luke 4: 28-30; 11: 37-44;
. 23: 33, 34.
The best victory over most foes is
to pass through the midst of them
and go on to our tasks.
The Christian life often gives oc
casion to enmities. It does not seek
the enmities, but it does seek the oc
Recrimination Is unchristian, but
rebuke is Christian; the second Is of
ten needed, the first never.
If Christ could be sure that the
great sin of the Jews sprung from
ignorance, dare we judge harshly any
An enemy forgotten Is half con-e
quered; an enemy loved is wholly de
A Christian dares have no enemy
but Christ's enemy, nor treat him ex-.
cept as Christ would treat him.
The spirit -of love to men is not
born of overlooking their faults but
of seeing their merits. No enemy
can hurt us till we hate him.
In fighting it Is always an advan
tage to get on the higher ground. We
do so when we forgive a foe.
A grain of sand in the bearings will
stop a machine, and a grain of un
kindness will destroy friendship.
Am I converting enemies to friends,
or friends to enemies?
Do 1 submit both my loves and my
hatreds to the judgment of Christ?
Are both miy loves and my hates
such as strengthen me?
If you know that you hold any Ill
will toward any one, and you wish
God to work a mighty work in your
soul, get down and ask God to cast
the bitterness out of your heart.-R.
To lose your temper shows that you
are out of communion with your
blessed Lord.-H. W. Webb-PeploO
Hunting the'Brown Grizzly in Alaska.
"He quickly arose to his haunches,
scented yet once again, and hesi
tatingly came yet one -step nearer,
then gave a final pause and was about
to retreat, when Dan said: 'Shcot,
or you lose him.' I dropped 'to my
knee, sighted, sighted yet once again
and fired! I saw the place where the
bullet struck. He sank slowly to the
ground. I knew that for him the end
had come, for he carried in his heart
my messenger of death. Then he
arose in his might, and locking to
where T stood, gave a roar of defi
ance that shook me to my soul, took
two steps toward me and toppled
over; yet cnce again rose to his
haunches opened wide his mouth and
with great arms cleaving the air
twixt him and me, sent forth one
long wailing sound and fell. Was it
the- cry of the Indian warrior's spirit?
Did it call to me from out the silence
which follows death? Did it ques
tion my soul? Did it say. 'By what
right, man, dcst thou kill?' If so,
perchance, the cry was heard and
answered. Rigld as if cast in bronze
stood my two companions4. A raven
iew by, giving forth a sad croak.
Then all was still."-Frank M. Stone,
The supreme test of a rich msan's
sagacity remarks the Boston Trans
cript is a will that will hold together
against a swarm of contestants.