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VL. III. MANNING, CLARENDON COUNTY, S. C., WEDNESDAY, JUNE 27,18.NO24
A Brother's Keeper.
I W011'S WORK OF LOVE AND DUTY.
BY KARY HdBTWELL CATEERWOOD,
ADTNOR or "CRAQUE 0' DOOM," "STEPHLN
GuTaRE," "TaE LoNE MAN'S
CAB=l," A)D OTaa STORInES.
[Copyrightsd, 1887, by the A. N. Kellogg 2,ezcspa
per Company.1 . -
* O'~ CHAPTER I.
1r URLEY stepped out
in the February dusk
after spending a dull
Sunday at home. His
house rose between
him and the western
sky, and he paused a
moment, as he often
did, to look at it with
some pride. It was an
old building, abun
dantly large, with
of wings and porches.
Jesse Stone could be seen milking in the
barn-bt, and the voice of $esse's wife could
be heard crooning a psalm tune as a fare
well to the Sabbath, while she placed the
tubs ready for next day's washing. Mrs.
Stone kept holy day with Scotch Presby
terian rigor from five o'clock on Saturday
evening until five o'clook on Sunday even
ing; and if she attended night servico this
was a free-will offering to Heaven.
The homes of Gurley's various neighbors
appeared here and there, and down wooded
hilllstillsparkled the college town's steeples.
Below, culture was life's law. Up hill,
amidst farms and scattered school-houses,
quite another class of people made another
law unto themselves. As refinement and
coarseness may dwell side by side in a city,
so had Greensburg and the hills elbowed
each other several generations withoat per
ceptibly acting on each other. However
solidly excellent those hill farmers might
be, the college town despised their plano of
living; while, on the opposite side, all hill
farmers voted against appropriations for
the improvement of the town.
Gurley took a short cut across theupward
slope of his meadow to spend an hour with
an old chum whose homestead lay on the
border of the hill region. He reached the
muddy road, and a few turns brought him
to the gate which opened on Tom Holmes'
lawn. Poplars staked out with their stiff
pillars' the path to the house. It was a
staunch homestead, covered with knotty
elbows of the trumpet vine. The sitting
room windows were Bickering with firelight,
and he ascended the wooden steps at that
side and confidently knocked.
But two or three knocks brought no re
sponse, and, after waiting, Gurley opened
the door and went in.
The familiar room was in a receptive at
titude toward chance comers; chairs stood
grouped for conversation; a platter of ap
ples and a pile of plates and silver knives
were on the round table. The fire-place
was piled high with blazing sticks. The
whole room so suggested invisible presences
that Gurley felt convinced he should find
the family at home. He threw the end of
his cigar in the fire, and-having the free
dom of the house at all times-opened
anoth door into the kitchen. It was still
warm with suggestions of the past supper;
a kettle breathed in the dark. The door
closed behind him and he was turning to
open it fora retreat when arod of light op
posite and some subterranean voice calling
made him venture ahead and lift a latch
which gave entrance to the cellar.
"It's Bandy, of co e" said Gurley. "Is
that you, Randy? Where are all the folks?"
At the foot of the stairs was a girllooking
up. She held Tom Holmes' toddling child
by one hand, and with the other lifted a
candle over her head. She was very young,
and had black hair curling away from an
eager face. Her throatshowed white above
her black dress, even in shadow, and her
sleeves were tucked above elbows soft and
round. A large calico apron almost covered
The two looked steadily at each other a
moment, he at the top, she at the foot of the
stairs. Being a stranger, Gurley detected
at once the sorr-owful curve of mouth
which she would have concealed from eyes
"Beg pardon," said he, hat in hand.
"Aren't Tom and Mrs. Holmes in?"
"They've gone to church," said the giL.
"I heard you and thought it was Mr. Mc
"Gurley, of the Mounds farm. I hope I
haven't startled you?"
"Oh, no; if you wait a little while they
will be home. Toddles and I are keeping
house. I promised to take care of him and
strain the milk."
Toddles, recognizing a play-fellow at the
top of the stairs, shook a tin mug and ut
tered remarks in a dialect peculiar to him
"May I come down and help you?" in
quired Gurley. "An ofrean he thought,
"which she may resent."
"If you would please lift the pails it. would
be a help;" she replied. "Toddles keeps
stepping on my dress."
Gurley descended the stairs and they went
back to the milk cellar. The crocks and
pans were, already in line, and along this
line they'progressed, Gurley carrying the
vails and she the huge milk-strainer. Tod
dIes, cuddling by, interposed his mug at
such times as suited him. The blue veins
started out on her arms under the weight
ofte"1LuKE CEL.LARS," snE sAID.
ofteflowing liquid, but she attended to
this most pastoral employment in pastoral
quiet. The candle was set on a swin,,ug
shelf above. Jars, bottles and bins
stretched their long shadows away from
the light. The smell of apples and a spicy
hiift of cider-taps came through a half-shut
door. Just over the candle flame a ipider
huddled, as if hiding his head in the gray
blanket of his web.
Nothing was said during the milk-strain
ing. Gurley wondered who this girl could
be. Tom Holmes had said nothing to him
recently of having a guest in the family,
and she was certainly not a successor to
Emiay Thompson. She had the uncon
a~sdignity of a lady, and there was.
abdhrWahm i n
fer that she at least came.of stock living on
their own land, and, in the finest sense, ag
The pails were rinsed and put away, and
this young lady carried the light upstairs,
while Gurley assisted Toddles and his mug.
"I like cellars," she said, lingering and
'looking back. "Though I met my first dis
appointment in one. There was a jar full of
something black which ought to have been
jam; but it was tar; and I'm so cred
iulous I kept licking my finger and tasting it
over and over before I would be convinced.
,Credulous people do get so much tar in their
Gurley laughed, and said he hoped she
1would have no further experiences in tar.
' They went into the sitting-room, and she
-lighted the lamp. Gurley took an apple from
-the platter. With a housewifely air this
.young girl selected his knife and plate and
brought him a fruit napkin.
"I do love to handle things aboutahouse,"
,she said, partially to herself.
"Housekeeping is your forte, perhaps?"
"It isn't my fate, then. Iteach the school
in this district, you know," she explained.
"Oh," remarked Gurley, to. show that his
impressions were corrected.
"Yes. But when Thorney and I begin our
housekeeping, I shall help to farm."
"I wonder who Thorney is?" thought Gur
"Thorney is my brother," she continued.
"He is two years older than I am. He is
working for a farmer across Black Hollow,
and saving all his money."
"That being the case," observed the
young man, smiling, "he will some day be a
"Oh, no," she replied, with pleased sin
cerity. "But it is nice to be really working
toward an object."
- At this moment a rap resounded on the
front door of the sitting-room. There were
no halls in the Holmes house, 'so the new
comer was distinctly visible to Gurley as
soon as the door opened to admit him. En
tertained as he felt himself to be by his
temporary hostess, any body would have
been unwelcome to him; but thrice unwel
come, though a kinsman of the house, was
Milton McArdle. Gurley could not assert
that McArdle was the meanest fellow in
college, but that was his conviction. He
loathed McArdle's lady-like languors, his
general readiness to be taken care of, his
pimply blondeness. McArdle had placed
himself in the hands of his religious denom
ination and was allowing it to educate himx
for the ministry. Other students were sup
ported by the church; but what seemed in
their cases a generous stooping to use
means for a public good, seemed in him a
cunning and contemptible grasping of what
:could be got for nothing. Yet Gurley felt
.certain if MeArdle had come to college rid
ing on an elephant and having a nabob fa
ther, he would have been a greedy sneal
just the same, inspiring Gurley with the
-desire to fly upon and kick and maltreat
him as he deserved.
- He was a long and nervous youth, with
slight hands and drooping under lip.
. "How do you do, Miss Phobe :" said Mo
Ardle, unwieding a scarf from his neck
while he lingered in releasing the young
"So her name is Phoebe," thought Gur
ley. "There's McArdle's patronizing famil
iarity for you. Good evening, McArdle."
"Oh, are you here, Gurley? Good even
ng." He undulated toward the fire and
warmed himself by the roaring logs quite
as if he had come into his own.
"You are classmates, aren't you?" in
"?es," said Gurley.
"But college toils are nearly over now,?
said McArdle, in a high and rather mel
ancholy key, "and then I suppose our paths
.will widely diverge. I shall betake myself
-to a theological school to continue prepara.
tion for my humble calling. But with yout
friends and advantages you can do any
thing you please, Gurley."
"Not quite," responded Gurley, indiffer
ently, feeling he should never do that as
long as he could not batter McArdle.
"All the family are at church!" said the
divinity student, helping himself to apples.
"Yes," said. Phoebe. "Even Randy has
gone to chapeL. I promised to take care o:
"I apprehended that they might be out,'
remarked McArdle, polishing an apple and
softly slipping a knife under the rind.
"And that's why he intruded himself,'
thought Gurley. He watched his class
mate's lean jaws working.
"Miss White and I have begun a series oi
radings together," explained MaArdle.
"You couldn't take me into the class?"
"Oh, yes," responded McArdle, stiffly.
"Certainly, if you wish it. You'd be an ac
Phobe White, who appeared to rest in nc
part of the room, carried off Mrs. Holmes'
unwilling young son into his adjoining
-The two young men, after talking awhile,
with little iinterest in each other's remarks.
dropped into silence and listened to her
voice. First it was remonstrating with
"0, my tiny son! How can Phobe joch
such a milky-faced boy to sleeps She'-'
think she has a calfie from the barn-yard; a
real bossy calf that never will let its
mamma wash its face and rub it nice and
clean this way. And the cow's little child
never has such pretty white clothes to put
on, and doesn't get wrapped up and rocked."
So, above counter-remonstrances of Tod
dies, she began to sing half under her
breath Tennyson's cradle song, and Toddles
in due time begar. drowsily to echo her.
Gurley looked into the fire, fancying how
she swung in a rocker, and how the curve
of her throat swelled with the sweet, re
pressed crooning. He did not know miuchi
about domestic life, having passed most ol
his years with his farmer and housekeeper.
But all this made him feel quite soft-heat ted
"Sweet and low, sweet and low,"
"Sreet and ro,"
"Wind of the western sea"
"Low, low, breathe and blow,"
" Breave and bro,"
*Wind of the western sea,"
"Over the rolling waters go,"
'Come from the dying moon and blow,"
- Moony bro,'"
"Blow him again to mc:
While my little one, while my pretty one,"
'%leep and rest, sleep and rest,"
"Father will come to thee soon."
'"Rest, rest on mother's breast,
"Father will come to thee, soon.
-T~ather will come to his babe in the west,"
"'Babe 'a wes',"
"Silver sails al} out of 'the west,"
"Under the silver moon.
Sleep my little one, sleep my pretty one,"
The song was repeated until Toddles' re
sponses grew far between and ceased al,
-toethr. Then a silence followed.
* It'sa loppy night," said McArdle.
"tes, I suppose Tom- will drive slowli
"I apprehend that he will," respoided
McArdle, in the stilted English of his
By the time Picebe came back, however,
a stamping on the steps proclaimed the
family's return from church. Mrs. Holmes
moved softly in, followed by her handmaid,
Randy Thompson, who had been left and
picked up again at the school-house meet
ing. Last appeared Toi Holmes, rosy and
stimulating, ready to stir the fire and all
animate things as well.
"How do you do, Jack? How do you do,
Milton? Somebody give me a lift with this
overcoat. Thanks. Drusie. How are things
at the Mounds, Jack' You've been keeping
yourself steadily at home."
"All going right. I've bought a pretty
young saddle mare, Tom. 1'd have ridden
her over to show you, but I wanted
you to see her first when she's fresh
groomed. Jesse Stone has spoiled the old
horses for the saddle."
"Ah, pshaw! Jack. Why didn't you tell
mc you wanted such an animal! A Gurley
ought to know the points of a horse, but I
could put you up to a thing or two."
"You'll say you cou;ldn't have done better
when you seo her," said Gurley, warmly.
"Slight limbs. head well up. good shoulders,
and full of tire."
"Old. and weak in the knees, I'll b3
"Just three years. and as quick as a cat."
"There wasn't nothiu' about horse dealin'
in our sermon to-night." remarked Raudy
Thompson. with the freedom of a long
"Is Toddles asleep?" asked Mrs. Holmes,
warming her graceful han.s.
--Yes, and snug in his crib," said Phohe.
"I thank you so much for relieving Randy
--I think of relieving Randy altogether."
said Phobe. with a laugh. "We will e
"I wouldn't be a school miss for no
money." remarked Randy, bluntiy. -:eith
er in this deestrick nor any other."
She was a bonny woman with one small
blue eye the othier had been put out. Her
A PAuTING GIaP OVER 'raE GATE.
sandy hair was knobbed tightly at the back
of her head, and as to her features they
greatly slandered a kind nature.
When Gurley started home the night was
turning sharp and clear.
Tom Holmes, continuing his talk about
the horse, walked to the lawn gate with his
"Good sugar weather," he commented,
pausing there. "My men in the sugar camp
are going to stir off a couple of kettles to
morrer evening. Come over, Jack, and try
a paddle-full. Ride that nag and let me
look at her."
"Perhaps I will," said Gurley.
"You know the place-on the woods road
near Black Hollow. We'll all be over
"Well, count on me," said Gurley.
"You wouldn't expect to see any of the
modern improvement3. I haven't enough
maples to make it pay. Adam and Mose
Guy boil the old way, on the shares."
'The ground has turned stif," said Gur
ley. "I shall have a bracing walk home.
Who i. this young teacher you've taken
into the1.ouse, TomI"
"I don't know," replied Holmes, indiffer
ently. "She's some nice little thing from
nowhere. The district doesn't pay enough
to employ a man.".
"McArdle seems to admire her."
"May be he do~es. McArdle's a kind of a
sop. I guess, though, he thinks she ad
mires him. Livinig directly by the school
house as we do we're always pestered to
board the teacher. Drusie was entirely
wlling to take this one into the family, and
she does seem comfortable enough to have
"You don't know her people?"
"No. Barker - the old schoolmaster
vouches for her. She has nobody but an
idiotic brother, I believe, and she put him
out to work near her. Nice enough giirl,
too. Pity she's cumnbered with the idiot.
You've seen Psyche since her return?"
" Oh! yes; a number of times. She's
more like swansdown than ever."
"You can't complain of ill-luck, my lad,"
said Toni Holmes, as they exchanged a
parting grip over the gate.
[To BE CON'TINU3ED)
THE MOTHER OF ALBINOS.
Four Very Curloous Speelmens of Daistorted
(F'rom the A mericus, Ga , Recorder.)
Mrs. Harriett Sperlin, colored, died
at her home in this city about two weeks
ago, of paralysis. Harriet was some
what distinguished by being the mother
of four genuine albmno children. She
and her husband, Jerry Sperlin, were
entirely black--that is, they had no
white blood in them. Their three first
children were as black as they were, and
then then the next four, in succession,
were as white as it is possible for a hu
man being to be with blue eyes, which
danced about in the sockets, and white
hair which kinked like that of the genu
ine negro. Then the last two or three
of their cbildren were as black as the
first. Of the four albinos three were
girls and one a boy, and all grew up to
man and womanhood, since which time
two of the girls have died. The boy,
Tom Sperlin, left here a short time ago
for Florida. The father of these albinos
is still living, and says that irom the
time they were five years old till they
were grown, he has been offered large
sums of money for these children by
showmen, who wished to exhibit them
as curiosities. Some otfered hian a half
interest in the net proceeds and promised
a safe return of the children, but Jerry
positively declined all such offers, say
ing that his conscience would not allow
him to speculate in his own flesh and
In Death Valley, Arizona, there are
thousands of acres covered with a deposit
of borax two feet thick, and, adjoining
it, almost equal quanities of salt, lime
and soda. 'The place is nenety feet below
sca level, andi e vidently the bed of a
DR. TALMAGE ON TlE PRESS.
IF THE SUNDAY PAPER CAN'T BE
SUPPRESSED, CONVERT IT.
He Advises the People to Give the Re
porters EasychairS-Don't Coudenn All
Editors Because of Oue--His Idea of the
Newspaper of the Distant Day.
The Rev. T. DeWitt Talmage preached
a very interesting sermon Sunday morn
ing upon the subject: "The Pulpit and
Printing Press as Allies." It was the
last regular sermon that the popular
divine will preach until after the sum
mer vacation. This fact was sufficient
to more than usually crowd the great
Tabernacle building. Every inch of
space was taken up and hundreds were
turned away. Services will be held in
the church for some weeks yet, the as
sistant pastor officiating.
Dr. Talmage took his text from Luke
xvi., S: "The children of this world are
in their generation wiser than the chil
dren of light." He said:
"Sacred stupidity and solemn incom
petency and sanctitied lazilesh are here
rebuked by Christ. He says worldliugs
are wider awake for opportunities than
are Christians. Men of the world grab
occasions, while Chiistian people let the
most valuable occasions drift by uuixu
'"A marked illustration of the truth of
that maxim is in the slonvees of th
Christian religion to take possession oe
the secular printing press. The opper-f
tunity is open and has for some time
been open, but the ecclesiastical court:
and the churches and the ministers of
religion are for the most part allowing
the golden opportunity to pass unim
proved. That the opportnity is open
I declare from the fact that all the secu
lar newspapers are glad of any religious
facts or statistics that you present them.
Any animated and stirring article re
lating to religious themes they would
gladly print. They thank you for any
information in regard to churches. If a
wrong has been done to any Christian
Church or Christian institution, you
could go into any newspaper of the land
and have the real truth stated. Dedica
tion services, ministerial ordinations and
pastoral installations, cornerstone laying
of a church, anniversary of a charitable
society will have resonable space in any
secular journal, if it have previousuotice
given. If I had some great injustice
done me, there is not an editorial or a
reportorial room in the United States
into which I could not go and get my
self set right, and that is true of any
well-known Christian man. Already the
daily secular press during-the course of
each week publishes as much religious
information as 'does the weekly religious
press. Why, then, does not our glorious
Christianity embrace these magnificent
opportunities? I have before me a sub
ject of first and last importance: How
shall we secure the secular press as a
mightier reinforcement to religion and
"The first thing toward this result is
cessation of indiscriminate hostility
against newspaperdom. You might as
well denounce the legil profession be
cause of the shysters, or the medical
profession because of the quacks, or
merchandise because of the swindling
bargain makers, as to slam-bang news
papers because there are recreant editors
and unfair reporters and unclean
"If instead of fighting newspapers we
spend the same length of time and the
same veh'emence in marshalling their
help in religious directions, we would be
as much wiser as the man who gets con
sent of the railroad superintendent to
fasten a car to the end of a rail train,
shows better sense than he who runs his
wheelbarrow up the track to meet and
drive back the Chicago limited express.
The silliest thing that a man ever does
is to fight a newspaper, for you may
have the floor for utterance perhaps one
day in the week, while the newspaper
has the floor every day of the week.
Napoleon, though a mighty man, had
many weaknesses, and one of the weak
est things he ever did was, to threaten
that if the English newspapers did not
stop their adverse criticism of himself
he would with 400,000 bayonets cross
the Channel for their chastisement.
"Don't fight newspapers. Attack
provokes attack. Better wait till the
excitement blows over and then go in
and get justice, for get it you will if you
have patience and common sense and
equipoise of disposition. It ought to be
a mighty seaative that there is an encr
mous amount of common sense in the
world, and you will eventually be taken
for what you are really worth, and you
cannot be puffed up and you cannot be
written down, and if you are the enemy
of good society that fact will come out,
and if you are the friend of good society
that fact will be established.
I know what I am talking about, for I
can draw on my own experience. All
the respectable newspapers as far as I
know are my friends now. Bat many
of you remember the time when I was
the most continuously and meanly
attacked man in this country. God gave
me grace not to answer back and I kept
silence for ten years, and much grace it
required. What I said was perverted
and twisted into just the opposite of
what I did say. My person was ma
ligned and I was represented as a gor
gon, and I 'las maliciously described by
persons who had never seen me, as a
monstrosity in mind, body and soul.
There were millions of people who be
lieved that there was a large sofa in this
pulpit, although we never had anything
but a chair, and that during the singing
by the congregation 1 was accustomed
to lie down on that sofa and dangle my
feet over the end. Lying New York
correspondents for ten years misrepre
sented our church services, but we
waited and people from every neighbor
hood of Christendomr came here to find
the magnitude of the falsehood concern
ing the church and concerning myself."
TALMAGE's DEBT TO THE PEsS.
"A reaction set in and now we have
justice, full justice, more than justice,
and as much over-praise as once we had
under-appreciation, and no man that
ever lived was so much indebted to the
newspaper press for opportunity to
preach the Gospel as I am. Young men
in the ministry, young men in all pro
fes.;on. and ocainsn wait. You
can afford to wait. Take rough misrep
resentation as a Turkish towel to start
up your languid circulation, or a system
of massage or Swedish movement, whose
pokes and pulls and twists and thrusts
are salutary treatment. There is only
one person you need to manage, and
that is yourself. Keep your disposition
sweet by communion with the Christ
who answered not again, the society of
genial people, and walk out in the sun
shine with your hat off, and you will
come out all right. And don't join the
crowd of people in our day who spend
much of their time damning newspapers.
"Again: In this effort to secure the
secular press as a mightier re-inforce
ment of religion and the pulpit, let us
make it the avenue of religious informa
tion. If yon.put the facts of churches
and denominations of Christians only
into the column of religious papers,
which do not in this country have an
average of more than 10,000 subscribers,
what have you done as compared with
what you do if you put these facts
through the daily papers, which have
hundreds of thousands of readers. Every
little denomination must have its little
organ, supported at great expense, when
with one-half the outlay a column or
half a column of room might be rented
in some semi-omnipotent secular publi
cation, and so the religious information
would be sent round and round the
"The world moves so swiftly to-day
that news a week old is stale. Give us
all the great church facts and all the
revival tidings the next morning or the
same evening. My advice, often given
to friends who propose to start a new
paper, is: 'Don't! don't! Employ the
papers already started.' The biggest
financial hole ever dug in this American
continent is the hole .n which good peo
ple throw their money when they start a
newspaper. It is almost as good andas
quick a way of getting rid of money as
buying stock in a gold mine in Colorado.
Not more printing presses, but the right
use of those already established. All
their cylinders, all their steam power, all
their pens, all their types, all their
editorial chairs and reportorial rooms
are available if you would engage them
in behalf of civilization and Christianity.
GIVE THE REPORTERS EASY CHAIRS.
"Again: If you would secure the
secular press as a mightier reinforce
ment of religion and the pulpit, extend
the widest and highest Christian courte
sies to the represenatives of journalism.
Give them easy chairs and plenty of
room when they come to reportoccasions.
For the most party they are gentlemen
of education and refinement, graduates
of coleges, with families to support by
their literary craft, many of them weary
with the push of a business that is pre
carious and fluctuating, each one of them
the avenue of information to thousands
of readers, their impression of the ser
vices to be the impression adopted by
multitudes. They are connecting links
between a sermon or a song or a prayer
and this great population that tramp up
and down the streets day by day and year I
by year, with their sorrows uncomforted
and their sins unpardoned. More than
eight hundred thousand people in Brook
lyn and less than seventy-five thousand
in churches; so that our cities are not so
much preached to by ministers of religion
as by reporters.
"Put all journalists into our prayers
and sermons. Of all the hundred thou
sand sermons preached to-day, there will
not be three preached to journalists, and
probably not one. Of all the prayers
offered for classes of men innumerable,
the prayers offered for this most potential
class will be so few and rare that they
will be thought a preachers' idiosyncracy.
The world will never be brought to
God until some revival of religion sweeps
over the land and takes into the kingdom
of God editors and reporters, compositors,
pressmen and newsboys. And if you have
not faith enough to pray for that and toil
for that, you had better get out of our
ranks and join the other side, for you
are unbelievers who make the wheels of
the Lord's chariot drag heavily.
"TIhe great final battle between truth
and error, the Armageddon, 1 think, will
not be fought with swords and shells and
guns, but with pens-quill pens, steel
pens, gold pens, fountain pens-and, be
fore that, the pens must be czrmvcrted.
The most divinely honored weapon of
the past has been the pen, and the most
divinely honored weapoa of the future
will be the pen; prophet's pen and evan
gelist's pen and apostle's pen, followed
by editor's pen and reporters' pen and
ather's pen. God save the pen! The
wing of the apocalyptic angel will be the
printed page. 'The printing press will
roll ahead of Christ's chariot to clear the
THE sUNDAY N~,EwSAPER.
"But some one might ask, would you
make the Sunday newspapers also a re
enforcement? Yea, I would. I have learn
ed to take things as they are. I would
like to see the much scoffed at old Puritan
Sabbaths come back again. I do not
think the modern Sunday will turn out
any better men and women than were
your grandfathers and grandmothers
under the old-fashioned Sunday. To
say nothing of other results, Sunday
newspapers are killing editors, reporters,
compositors and pressmen. Every man,
woman and child is entitled to t wenty
four hours of nothing to do. If the
newspapers put on another set of hands,
that does not relieve the editorial and
reportorial room of its cares and respon
sibilities. Our literary men die fast
enough without killing them with Sunday
work. But the Sunday newspaper has
come to stay. It will stay a good deal
longer than any of us stay. What, then,
shall we do? Implore all those who ha're
anything to do with issuring it to fill it
with moral and religious information, live
sermons and facts elevating. Urge them
that all divorce cases be dropped and in
stead thereof have good advice as to how
husbmds and wive ought to live lovingly
together. Put in small type the behavier
of the swindling church member and in
large type the contribution of some
Christian man toward an asylum for
feeble-minded children or a seaside sani
"Urge all managing editors to put
meanness and impurity in type pearl or
agate and and charity and fidelity and
Christian consistency in brevier or bour
geois. If we cannot drive out the Sunday
newspaper let us have the Sunday news
papers converted. The fact is that the
modern Sunday newspaper is a great imi
provement on the old Sunday newspaper.
What a beastly thing was the Sunday
newsape thir years ago! It was
enough to destroy a man's respectability
to leave the end of it stricking out of his
coat pocket. What editorials! What
advertisements! What pictures! The
modern Sunday newspaper is as much
an improvement on the old-time Sunday
newspaper as one hundred is more than
twenty-five; in other words, above 75 per
cent. improvement. Who knows but
that by prayer and kindly consultation
with our literary friends we may have it
lifted into a positively religious sheet
printed on Saturday uight and only dis
tributed, like the American Messenger,
or the Missionary Journal, or the Sun
day-School Advocate, on Sabbath morn
"All things are possible with God, and
my faith is up until nothing in the way
of religious victory would surprise me.
All the newspaper printing presses of the
earth are going to be the Lord's and tele
graph and telephone and type will yet
announce nations born in a day. The
first book ever printed was the Bible, by
Faust and his son-in-law, Schoeffer, in
1460, and that conseciation of type to the
Holy Scriptures was a prophecy of the
great mission of printing for the evange
lization of all the nations.
"Again: We shall secure the seculiar
press as a mightier re-enforcement of
religion and the pulpit by making our
religious utterences more interesting and
spirited, andthen the press will reproduce
them. On the way to church, some fifteen
years ago, a journalist said a thing that
has kept me ever since thinking. 'Are
you going to give u-i any points to-day?
,What do you mean?' I asked. He said:
'I mean by that anything that will be
striking enough to be remembered.'
Then I slid to myself, what right have
we in our pulpits and Sunday school to
take the time of people if we have
nothing to say that is memorable?
"The tendency of criticism in the
theological seminaries is to file off from
our young men all the sharp points and
make them too smooth for any kind of
execu ion. What we want, all of us
more point, less humdrum. If we say
the right thing in the right way the press
will be glad to echo and re-echo it.
Sabbath school teaches, reformes, young
men and old men in the ministry, what
we all want if we are to make the printing
press an ally in Christian work is that
which the reporter spoken of suggested
-points, sharp points, memorable
points. But if the thing be dead when
ttert d by living voice, it will be a
hundredfold more dead when it is laid
out in cold rype.
"Now, as you all have something to
do with the newspaper press, either in
issuing a paper or in reading it, either
as produces or patrons, either as sellers
or purchasers of the printed sheet, .
propose on this Sabbath morning, June
17, 1888, a treaty to be signed between
the church and the prinfing press, a
treaty to be ratified by millions of good
people if we rightly fashion it; a treaty
promising that we we will help each other
in our work of trying to illumine and
felicitate the world, we by voice, you by
pen; we by speaking only that which is
worth printing, you by printing only
that which is fit to speak. You help us
and we will help you. Side by side be
these two potent agencies until the
judgment day, when we must both be
scrutinized for our work, healthful or
blasting. The two worst off men in that
day will be the minister of religion and
the editor if the editor if they wasted
their opportunity. Both of us are engi
neers of long express trains of influence,
and we will run them into a depot of
light ortumble them off the embankmets.
COVERTING A SCOFFING REPORTER.
"About thirtEen years ago a represen
ative of an important newspaper took his
seat in this church one Sabbath night
about five pews from the front of this
ulpit. He took out pencil and reporter's
ad, resolved to earicature the whole
scene. \When the music began he began,
and with his pencil he derided that, and
then he derided the prayer, and then de
rided the reading of the Scriptures, and
then began to deride the sermon. But,
he says, for some reason his hand began
to tremble, and he, rallying himself,
sharpened his pencil and started again,
but broke down again, and then put
pencil and paper in his pcket and his
head down on the front of the pew and
began to pray. At the close of the
service he came up and asked for the
prayers of others and gave his heart to
God, and though still engaged in news
p, sper work, in is an evangelist, and hires
a hail at his own? expense and every Sab
bath afternoon preaches Jesus Christ to
"Andi the men of that profession are
going to come iu a body throughout the
country. I know hundreds of them, and
a more genial or highly educated class of
men it would be hard to find, and, though
the tendency of their profe~ssion may be
toward skepticism, an organized, com
mon-sonse Gospel invitrtion would fetch
them to the front of all Christian endeav
or. Men of the p)encil and pen, in all
departments, you need the help of
Christian religion. In the day when
people want to get their newspapers at
three cents, and are hoping for the time
when they can get any of them at one
cent, and, as a consequence, the attaches
of the printing press are by the thou
sand ground under the cylinders, you
want God to take care of you and your
families. Some of your best work is as
much unappreciated as was 'Milton's
Paradise Lobt,' for which the author re
ceied $25; and the immortal poem,
'Hohenlinden,' of Thomas Campbell,
when ho tirst offered it for publication,
and in the column called 'Notices to
Correspondents' appeared the words:
'To T. C.-The lines commencing, "On
Linden when the sun was low," are not
up to our standard. Poetry is not T.
"Oh, men of the pencil and pen, amid
your unappreciated work you need en
couragement and you can have it.
Printers of all christendom, editors, re
portas, compositors, pressmen, pub
lishers and readers of that which is
rinted, resolve that you will not write,
set up, edit, issue or r-ead anything that
debases body, mind or soul, in the
name of God, by the laying on of the
hands of faith and prayer, ordain the
printing press for righteousness and
lierty and salvation. Mll of us have
some influence that will help in the right
direction. Let us put our hands to the
work, imploring God to hasten the con
Charles Dickens, the younger, says
that President Cleveland is bound to be
SOME CURIOUS CUSTOMS.
Old Women Roasted and Eaten. In Tern
(From the Pittsburgh Post.)
Professors Lee and Townsend are both
more than ordinarily successful as
amateur photographers. They have
brought back a fine collection of photo
graphs of interesting places, people and
situations, some of which are repro
duced here. By far the most interest
ing pictures are those taken .of. the
coast of Terra del Fuego, the inhabitants
of which are next to the lowest type of
the human race known.
Professor Lee ascribes a different
origin to the name of the land than is
given in the geopraphies that were
studied in the schools. These text'
books said that the number of volcanoes
about gave the country its forbidding
name, but the professor says there are
no volcanoes anywhere about there.
The natives of the co.intry live in long
bark canoes,, in the centre of which a
fire is always burning. When to kindle
a fire meant to rub two sticks together
until they started to burn, the savages
were careful not to let their fires go out,
and the custom survives. The name
comes from these ever-burning fires.
The natives have learned the use of
matches and tobacoo, and these com
modities command a high price in Terra
del Fuego, even though there is no pro
tective tariff there. A sheep or baby is
considered a fair equivalent for a plug
of tobacco or a bunch of matches. I
the choice of the price is give the
native he will always give the baby, as
there is a much greater demand for sheep
than for young Fuegans.
It was reported that in one of the
copper tanks, among the strange Ashes,
a good specimen of the Fuegan baby
was comfortably tucked away in alcohol, -
but the scientists would not admit this.
The Fueganis are not a warlike raos,
though they are very skillful with their
primitive bows and arrows. The arrows
are not feathered, and the barb consists
of a triangular piece of glass ground
Though the Fuegans are very low in
the human scale, they are careful not to
offend the eyes of strangers. An ex
plorer approaching a boar sees only the
best-looking squaw of the party. She
handles a paddle at the stern and steers
the boat. Her less comely sister-there
are always two famili on a boat-is
hidden ignominiously under the seat.
There is no old women in Terra del
Fuego. Lest this should cause an exodus
from the civilized world it would perhaps
be best to explain why. When a woman
gets to the right age, about forty-five,
she is considered to have done her duty.
With appropriate ceremonies, therefore,
she is either lanced or strangled and the
family larger is replenished with her
The women, when they see the time
of sacrifice approaching, never attempt
to escape it. They regard it as about
almost as settled a fact as that the wind
should blow, and never trouble them
selves about it.
The Fuegans are not cannibals further
than this. They never eat children,
young women or men.
SHE HAD SEEN A MOUSE.
An Armed Amazon Who Carried Pistols,
but Was Terrified by Bodents.
(From the Pittsburg Dispatch.)
Since the epidemic of burgalries and
high way robberies broke out with such
violence in the East End, a great many
ladies, I am told, who reside in that
otherwise favored locality, have taken to
pistols and pistol practice. They not
only have a large buildcgrevolver stored
handily in a bureau drawer in their
sleeping apartments, but some of them,
at lest, also carrymlg a gun in a con
venient pocket at their waist. The pistol
used as a part of a street dress has to be
very small of course, but there in every
reason to suppose that it is likely to be
dangerous to the wearer if not the foot
pad, for whose benefit it is worn.
Last night L was talking about thin
fashion of firearms for women's wear to
a lady who is rather disposed to criticise
her own sex. She laughed at the idea of
the East End ladies taking to self-defense
with guns which are liable to go off and
make a horrid noise.
"Besides," said she, "I am pretty well
assured that not one of the pistol-armed
ladies would fire a pistol under any
circumstances. I remember shortly after
the close of the war meeting a young
lady at a hotel in Nashville, Tenn. The
young lady was said to be strong-minded,
and she assumed rather a haughty style
and a loud voice when she talked to me.
More than that, she opened the jacket
she wore and showed me her belt, in
which were stuck two small pistols.
"I would like to see anybody insult
me!" she said, as she left me to go up
stairs to change her traveling dress before
"I went in to dinner, and had no sooner
seated myself than we heard the most ap
palling screech, and a series of ear-pierc
ing screams coming from the upstairs
region. The proprietor of the hotel,
several gentlemen and all the waiters ran
upstairs to see who had been murdered.
"They all came down again in a few
minutes, to the last man laughing fit to
"We begged to be enlighted. What
was the tragedy so mirthful in its finale?
Then it came out.
"The young lady with the pistols had
seen, or rather had a vague msigiving
that she might see, a mouse. She was
sure it had run under the bed The men
found the young amazon standing on the
bed with a pistol in each hand, waiting
for the first sign of a mouse."
PIANOS AND ORGANs.
One thousand Pianos and Organs to
close out by October 1. All Organs and
Pianos sold at cash price, payable
November 1-no intereste-delivered to
your nearest depot. Fifteen days trial.
Organs from $24 up; Pianos from $150
u). Al! instruments warranted. Send
fr circulars. Buy now and have the
use of the instruiment. Remember we
pay freight both ways if the instrument
don't suit. Prices guaranteed less. than
N. W. TRUMP,
* Columbia, 8. 0.
The sudden float of the Chattanooga
Sun from democracy to republicanism~
a snglar campaign incident.