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VOLUME .VIII. LAKE PROVIDENCE, EAST CARROLL PARISH, LA., SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 16, 1895. . ;
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FROM JEST TO EARNEST.
"I don't understand you at all,"
said Pierce Trevor to his triend Ralph
Dewey.
"You talk as if I were a conun
drum."
"So you are! Now, look here,
])ewey, let's have a clear comprehen
sion of the matter. D)o you love Fanny
White?"'
"Well-yes-I rather think, on the
whole, that I am a little taken with the
sparkling brunette."
"'A little taken!' How very enthu
siastic you are! And she. poor child,'
is more than 'a little taken' with you."
"I flatter myself that you are righ t.'
I "Well, then, why don't you ask her
to marry you?"
"There it is," groaned Dewey; "you
are all in such a hurry. Can't a man
admire a girl without being brought to
book for it the very next day? I won't
be hurried. "When I get ready I'll
ask Fanny to marry me. Are you sat
isfied?"
"Very far from it.'
"As Miss White is only your wife's
cousin, I really don't recognize your
right to catechise me!"
"Does that mean that I am to mind
my own business?"
Ralph laughed. "Construe it as you
please--only pray don't bother me any
more."
lie threw himself lazily on the grass,
flinging his cigar into the very heart
of a cluster of wild flowers and mak
ing an impromptu pillow of his arms,
crossed underneath his head.
"Sleep, then," said Trevor, a little
contemptuously. "I can't afford to
lose the brightest hours of a golden
day like this."
Our hero had not lain there many
minutes; however, before the soft
chime of girl voices sounded through
the tiny bugles of summer insects and
the monotonous murmur of green
bouahs overhead.
"Girls!" muttered Dewey; "can't a
fellow be clear of 'em anywhere? But
they're on the other side of the copse,
that's one blessing, and if I keep quiet
they'll never beat up my ambush!"
They were on the other side of the
copse-three bright-faced girls in nut
tering raiment.
"It's so delightfully cool here," said
Nildegarde Aymer, a fair blonde, as
kzaon as her name.
"And one can talk here, too," said
Mary Bell "At the hotel one is never
certain of nos being overheard."
Dewey gave a silent chuckle at this
Fanny White, leaning against the
twisted stem of the veteran wild grape
vine, devoted her whole attention to
her parasol handle.
he was the prettlest of the three,
with deep liquid brown eyes and hair
black as the blackest jet, while her
skin, just touched with the creamy
tint that characterises the ereole,
glowed carmine on her cheek.
"Fanny, do let me try!" said Hilde- e
karde. "It will be such a splendid 1
joke, and your English adorer is so
long in making up his mind."
"But-but what will Capt. Aymer
think?"
"He'll be delighted; men always
glory in a bit of mischief, and Kent is I
such a splendid actor.'.'
"Do, Fanny:" urged Mary Bell. "It
"will be just for all the world like the s
theater. IHildegarde's brother is to
pretend to be desperately in love with )
you and you are to encourage his at
tentions until that slow-moving Dewey I
is brought to the loint. How I shall ,
enjoy the progress of the situation."
"But your brother must fully under
stand the scheme," said Fanny, heal- f
tatingly. t
1 Of course; sha'n't I explain it to him
myself? There's not a bit of harm in
it, and Mr. Dewey certainly needs 1
some stimulus. Now, do consent! Kate
will be here this very evening."
"She don't forbid it, Hildegarde,"
eagerly cried iftss Bell, "and all the
world knows that silence gives con- t
sent. Come, see how long the shadows
are getting?" t
And the three graces fluttered down t
the hillside.
SDewey rose to his feet and walked r
away also.
"My dear little girls," said he, by
way of soliloquy, "It's a very cleverly
concocted little plan, but it won't
work, and I've no doubt I shall enjoy
it as much as Miss Bell proposes to t
do."
And he laughed aloud to think how
completely he should outgeneral his r
feminine adversaries.
S"I'll keep Fan in suspense for an
other month, just to pay her for thati" i
be added, within himself. "I like the a
girl well enough, but for all that I
won't be hurried into matrimony."
Knowing what he knew, therefore, d
Mr. Dewey was not at all surprised
that evening when he walked into the
hotel drawling-room to see a stylish
young man in the uniform of a captain
sitting on the sofa and being very de
voted to Miss White.
"Let 'em work," said Mr. Dewey, and u
he sat down to play backgammon with Ii
a pretty little widow. Fannie watehed a
him from benewath her eyelashes.
"It doesn't produce any edaet at all n
upon him-the brute!" said Hildegarle, 14
who had expected to see the recreant
lover brought to capitulating terms at st
once.
"That's because we don't put it on
strong enough," said the captain. n
"Fanny-I my call you Fanay, msyn't ta
'"Oh, certainly," said the little bre- w
aette; 'It's all in the play."
"Well, then, Fanny, I think we hi
oukht to promenade through the halls
arin arm a little while, and it we
were to whisper instead of speaking
aload--" t
Ftany laughed and consanted, and fc
the whole eveningr long she and the G
captain exchanged very cammemplace
resarks in very conedential whispers, m
w·ble Mr-. Dewey ad the widow played I
beekgamnson serenely.
"I ilk. this." said Capt. Eat to his e
sister, when Miss Whito had gone to
her rooa. "She's the prettelt girl I
ever aw."
"Oh, but Keat, yo uIlstu't talltn at
*l qwiU i?.* a
F "I shall not fall in love with her
there's no danger," said Aymer, "but
it's such inn! I'm so much obliged to
you for suggesting it."
ph Fanny cried herself to sleep that
night. Dewey didn't seem to care a
in- pin whether she flirted with Capt.
Aymer or not.
re, The next day she went out horse
2- back riding with the captain. Kent
°7 sat on his horse like a centaur and
Fanny came back rosy as a whole bed
he of carnations.
he "Are you going with us to the Cedar
Falls to-morrow, Fanny?" asked Mr.
- Dewey that evening. "We said some.
d,' thing about going together a week or
i-" so ago, didn't we?"
' Fanny was ready with her lesson.
er "Did we? I had forgotten; besides, I
promised to go with Capt. Aymer."
n "With Capt. Aymer? Oh, well, all
in right, I'll take Julia Symington."
to Fanny's lips quivered, but Hilde
a't garde shook her head at her, and she
'1 did not call back the young English.
I- man, as had been her impulse.
Capt. Aymer proved a most devoted
cavalier and Fanny half reproached
,a herself that she had enjoyed the day
ir so much.
"It's very wrong of me, sighed Fanny
id to hildegarde, her faithful confidante.
"No, it isn't; it's exactly right," re
aU sponded Hildegarde.
S "I--I begin to be afraid he don't care
for me."
S "He's a brute," asserted her friend;
rt "and it will serve him right if you
- never look at him again.
a, So the glowing midsummer swept by
and Mr. Dewey held aloof, hugging
La himself to think how he was outwitting
to the conspirators, though an occasional
n twinge of jealousy now and then
passed through his mind.
y Presently there was a sore outcry
ft among the allied forces. An order had
'h come from the inexorable war depart
d meut and the captain must go some
n where on the frontier straightway.
"The matter was beginning to get a
little serious," he thought, "and just
as soon as that confounded puppy gets
s, away I'll make little Fanny a happy
it woman. Maybe, though, it would be
well to punish her for a few days
e longer."
b"Oh, Fanny, Fanny, aren't you
sorry?" sobbed Hildegarde, clinging
d around her tall brother, whose face
s was unwontedly grave.
"Yes, Hildegarde," said Fanny, "I
d am very sorry."
r Capt. Aymer looked penetratingly
into her face. There were real tears
quirering and sparkling on her eye
lashes and the roses had all paled from
her cheeks.
D "Fanny!" he said, impetuously. "is it
from your heart?"
Fanny-silly little creature that she
Swas-began to cry, and Hildegarde
r rushed forward.
I "Oh, Kent! You promised that-"
"A man isn't responsible for his fate,
and I have fallen in love with her," ex.
claimed the young oeffcer. "Fanny,
am I to love you in vain?"
Fanny tried to laugh hysterically.
"Of-of course; all this is only a part
of the programme," she faltered.
"By Jove, but it's not!" cried Aymer.
"What was jest has become earnest.
I love you, Fanny; I cannot leave you
here to become the bride of that
self-conceited poppy. Tell me that I
may hope!"
Ilildegarde seized both her friend's
hands.
"She loves you, Kent-she loves you.
I can see it in her eyes!" she cried en
ultantly.
"Stand aside, Hildegarde," said
Aymer. "I have the first right here.
She is mine now." And he took her
tenderly to his breast.
Yes-it was true that the little mo'.
sel of acting had become strong, life
long reality. Kent and Fanny had
played at "lovers" until love, the she
rogue, crept Sito both their hearts
with almost unperceived footsteps.
"Are you happy, Fanny?" demanded
the exigent army officer when all was
settled and Hildegarde had gone to
tell Mary Bell as a "great secret" how
the little stratagem had ended.
"Oh, Kent," whispered Fanny, "I
never knew what true happiness was t
before."
And Capt. Aymer must have been
unreasonable indeed not to be satisfied
with the answer.
He departed, carrying in his keeping
the loving little heart of Fanny White.
Ralph Dewey contemplated the de
parture of Hildegarde's brother with
no small degree of satisfafction.
"Now's my chance." he thought "I
guess, on the whole, I'll not keep her
in suspense any longer, poor child. I
only wanted to let 'em see that I
wasn't to be coeroed."
Mr. Dewey proposed accordingly in
due form that very day.
"I am very sorry, Mr. Dewey," said
Fanny. looking provokingly lovely,
"but-but rm engaged."
"Engaged?'
"Yes-to Capt. Aymer." d
"Now. Fanny," said Ralph, argu
mentatively, "where's the use of carry
ing on this pretense any longer? Cl t
conree I know it's all a stratagem."
"Ba it isn't a stratagem," said Fan.
ny, indignantly; "I love him and he
lovesr me-and there's my ring."
She held up a pretty finger s she
spoke, whereon glittered a solitaire I
diamond. h
So Mr. Dewey fonund himself outms
nenvered after all, and aecordiangly re
treated in as good order as possible,
while Pierce Treror, Miss Bell, HiMde
garde and all the rest returned a nunan
Imous verdict of "Jut exactly what
he deserved.'-N. Y. News
mi and Wesadt t attUe.
Twenty-ares yearsm ago the great bat I
ties of the FranoO-Germea war were iI
fought. That war of oly 180 days coot .
Germany, in dead and mahied, Us a. I
eers sad 10,?l men. It appears ad I:
most ieredible now that within a few a
meaths t1,06 Fremnch s seerad 1,- .
68 French soldiers were ade prise.' ?
ema or eompelled to diLurm. I
-The lotteryo hotse labor, drwa n
by time, I. the esly ea whaajiie4as -
a., worth gawyi -.Set
TALMAGE'S SE RMON.
Lessons From the Miracle of the
Sea of Galilee,
Always Well to Raes Christ On the Ship
Pe·ple Who Volow Christ Most
Not Lapeet Censtant
Smooth saflths.
Rev. T. DeWitt Talmage, in his ser
mon prepared for publication this
week discourses on the life of Jesus
among the fishermen of Galilee. 'hibb
subject Is: "Rough Sailing," and the
text:
And there were also with him other little
ships, and there arose a great storm of wind.
Mark iv., 56-3S.
Tiberias, Galilee and (lenhesafet
were three names for the same lake,
It lay in a scene of great luxuriance.
The surrounding hills, high, terraced,
sloping, gorged, were so many hang
ing gardens of beauty. The streams
rumbled down through rocks of gray
and red limestone,)jnd flashing from
the hillside, bounded to the sea. In
the time of our Lord the valleys, head
lands and ridges were covered thickly
with vegetation, and, so great was the
variety of climate, that the palm tree
of the torrid and the walnut tree of
rigorous climate were only a little
way apart. Men in vineyards and
olive gardens were gathering up the
riches for the oil press. The hills and
valleys were starred and crimsoned
with flowers, from which Christ took
His text, and the disciples learned les
sons of patience and trust. It seemed
as if God had dashed a wave of beauty
on all the scene until it hung dripping
from the rocks, the hills, the olean
ders. On the back of the Lebanon
range the glory of the early scene was
carried up as if to set it in range with
the hills of Heaven.
No other gem ever had so exquisite
a setting as beautiful Gennesaret,
The waters were clear and sweet, and
thickly inhabited, tempting innumera
ble nets, and affording a livelihood for
great populations. Bethsaids, Cho
razin and Capernaum stood on the
bank, roaring with wheels of traffic
and flashing with splendid equipages,
and shooting their vessels across the
lake, bringing merchandise for Damas
cus and passing great cargoes of
wealthy product. Pleasure boats of
Roman gentlemen, and fishing smacks
of country people who had come down
to cast a net there, passed each other
with nod and shout and welcome, or
side by side swung idly at the mooring.
Palace and luxuriant bath and vine
yard, tower and shadowy arbor, looked
off upon the calm. sweet scene as the
evening shadows began to drop, and
Hermon, with its head covered
with perpetual snow, in the glow
of the setting sun looked like a
white-bearded prophet ready to ascend
in a chariot of fire. I think we shall
have a quiet nightl Not a leaf winks
in the air, or a ripple disturbs the sur
face of Gennesaret. The shadows of
the great headlands stalk clear across
the water, The voices of evening
tide, how drowsily they strike the ear
-the splash of the boatman's oar, and
the thumping of the captured fish on
the boat's bottom, and those inde
scribable sounds which fill the air at
nightfall.
You hasten up the beach of the l.ke
a little way, and there you find an ex
citement as of embarkation. A fotilla
is pushing out from the western shore
of the lake-not a squadron with a
deadly armament; not a clipper to ply
with valuable nurchandise; not piratic
vessels with grappling hook, to hug to
death whatever they could seize, but a
flotilla laden with messengersof light.
and mercy, and peace. Jesus is in the
front ship; Ills friends and admirers
are in the small boats following after.
Christ, by the rocking of the boat and
the fatigues of the preaching exercises
of the day, is induced to slumber, and
I see Him in the stern of the boat,
with a pillow perhaps extemporized
out of a flrsherman's coat, sound
asleepl The breeses of the lake run
their fingers through the locks of the
worn-out sleeper, dpd on its surface
there riseth and falleth the light ship,
like a child on the bosom of its sleep
ing mother! Calm night. Starry night
Beautiful night. Run up all the sails,
and ply all the oars, aad let the boats
-the big boat and the small boata-go
gliding over the gentle Gennesaret
The sailors prophesy a change in the
weather. Clouds begin to travel up
the sky and congregacte. After awhile,
even the passengers hear the moan of
the storm, which comes on with rapid
strides, and with all the terrors of
hurricane and darkness. The boat,
caught in the sudden fury, trembles
like a deer at bay, amid the wild 4
clangor of the hounds. Great patches
of foam are flumg through the air.
The loosened sails, flapping in the
wind, crack like pistols. The small 4
boats poised on the white cliff of the I
driven sea tremble like ocean petrels, 1
and then plunge into the trough with
terrific swoop until a wave strikes
them with thunder-crack, and over- I
board go the cordage, the tackling. I
and the masts, and the drenched dis 1
ciples rsh into the stern of the boat, I
and shoet amid the hurricane: "Master,
carest Thou not that we perlsh?"
That t personage lifted His I
-herd the fsherman's cot
and walked out to the prow of 1
the vessel and looked upon the
storm. On all aides were the
small boal toslag in helpleassness,
ad frem them seme the erTes olf
4rownalg man . By the fask of light. I1
alg 1 sm the calmMss of the an- 1
eoiseed brow of Jeas, and the spray 1
of the es dripping r ees HI. beard. 1
Be hea two words of eesr ad-ore
for the wind, the etbr far the msa He
leoks 'ite the tempstes rnves ,
and 'Re ries. "Peeal" sad then e e
leaks down late the at'rite watarS, I
sad Re ys "Be stilli" Tb. thanders I
bt rteamt. The waves tllt ow a
their lam. The .atlmglashe statee
mens. The tertr I. dead. And while '
the erar netauglheg th eard1geI
mat tlq seais. sa baIltta osa the I
water tnes the hos aliheseR the a
_-lrg ..4 v" _ a'~!
gazing into the ctalm sea, now gazing
into the caL fThee of Jesbtta, utd whis.
pering one to another: "What msanner
of man is this, that even the winds
and 'he sea obey Ilim?"
I leart, first, from this Utbjeat that
when you are going to take a Voyage
of any kind you ought to have Christ
in the ship: The fact is, that those
boats would have all gone to the both
tom If Christ had iot teen there.
Now, ycu are about to voyage out
into some new enterprise--into some
new business relation; you are go
ing to plan some great matter of
profit. I hope it is so. If you
are content to go along in the
treadmill course and plan nothing
new, you are not fulfilling your mis
sion. What you can do by the utmost
tension of body, mind, and soul, that
you art bound to do. You have no
right to be colonel of a regiment If
God calls you to command an army.
You have no right to be stoker in a
steamer if God commands you to be ad
miral of the navy. You have no right to
engineer a ferryboat from river bank
to river bank if God commands you
to engineer a Cunarder from New York
to Liverpool. But whatever enter
prise you undertake, and upon what
c'er voyage you start, be sure to take
Christ in the ship. Ilere are men
largely prospered. The seed of a
small enterprise grew into an
accumulated and overshadowing
success. Their cup of prosperity is
running over. Every day sees a com
mercial or a mechanical triumph. Yet
they are not puffed up. They acknowl
edge the God who grows the harvests,
and gives them all their prosperity.
When disaster comes that destroys oth
ers, they are only helped into higher
experiences. The coldest winds that
ever blew down from snow-capped
Hlermon and tossed Genusaret into
foam and agony could not hurt
them. Let the winds blow until they
crack their cheeks; let the breakers
boom-all is well, Christ is in the ship.
Here are other men, the prey of un
certainties. When they succeed, they
strut through the world in great vani
ty, and wipe their feet on the sensi
tiveness of others. Disaster comes,
and they are utterly down. They
are good sailors on a fair day, when
the sky is clear and the sea is
smooth; but they can not outride
the storm. After awhile the packet
is tossed abeam's end, and it seems as
if she must go down with all the car
go. Push out from the shore with
lifeboat. longboat, shallop, and pin
nace. You can not save the crew. The
storm twists off the masts. The sea
rises up to take down the vessel. Down
she goes? No Christ in that ship.
I speak to young people, whose voy
age in life will be a mingling of sun
shine and of darkness, of Arctic blast
and of tropical tornado. You will
have many a long, bright day of pros
perity. The skies clear, the seas
smooth. The crew exhilarant. The
boat stanch will bound merrily over
the billows. Crowd on all the canvas.
[leigh, hol Land ahead! But suppose
that sickness puts its bitter cup to your
lip; suppose that death overshadows
your heart; suppose misfortune, with
some quick turn of the wheel, hurls
you backward; suppose that the wave
of trial strikes you athwart-ships, and
bowsprit shivered, and halliards swept
into the sea, and gangway crowded
with piratical disasters, and the waves
beneath and the sky above, and the
darkness around are filled with the
clamor of the voices of destruction.
Ohl then you will want Christ in the
ship.
I learn, in the next place, that peo
ple who follow Christ must not always
expect smooth sailing. When these
disciples got into the small boats they
said: "What a delightful thing this is!
WVho would not be a follower of Christ
when he can ride in one of these
small boats after the ship in which
Jesus is sailing?" But when the
storm came down these disciples found
out that following Jesus did not al
ways make smooth sailing. So you
have found out, and so I have found
out. If there are any people you
would think ought to have a good
time in getting out of this world, the
apostles of Jesus Christ ought to have
been the men. Have you ever noticed
how they got out of the world?
St James lost his head. St. Philip
was bung to death against a pillar.
St Matthew was struck to death by a
halberd. St. Mark was dragged to
death through the streets. St. James
the Less had his brains dashed out
with a fuller's club. St. Mattheas
was stoned to death. St Thomas was
struck through with a spear. John
fluss in the fire, the Albigensea,
the Waldenses, the Scotch Corv
snanters-did they always find smooth
sailing? Why go so far? There is a
young man in a store in New York
who has a hard time to maintain his
Christian character. All the clerks
laugh at him, the employers in
that store laugh at him; and
when he loses his patience they say:
"You are a pretty Christian." Not so
tasy is it for that young man to follow
Christ. If the Lord did not help him
sour by hour he would fail. There are
scores of young men to-day who would
be willing to testify that in the fol
owing Christ one does not always
nd smooth sailing. There is a
•bristIan girl. In her home they do
sot like Christ. She has hard work to
et a silent place in which to say her
prayers. Father opposed to religion.
mother opposed to religion. Broth
rs and sisters opposed to re
igion. The Christian girl doesa
sot always find it smooth sailing
when she tries to follow Jesus. But
be of good beart. As seafarers, when
winds are dead ahead, by setting the
hlp on starboard tack and braeiang the
rads, make the winds that oppose the
morse propel the ship forward, so op
pos-ng treabls, throgth Christ, veer
ng aronad the bowsprit of faith, will
maft you to Havsen, when, if the
winds had beenabat, they might have
'nked sad sang you to sleep, arndd
while dreaming of the destined port of
leaven you enuld not have heard the
ry of wariatng ad wald bhrve gone
-ribno the brea)kw 1
1~-,tr rr~~~ ses me tha.1!
R rood people sometimes get very much
s frightened. From the tone sad man
!t nie of these diselples as they rushed
is into the stern of the esusel sad woke
Christ tp, you know that they are itar
It fully scared. And so it is sow that
,e you often find good peopl wildly agi
,t tated, "Ohl" says some Christian piaa,
e "the infidel magalines, the bad news
t_ papers, the spiritualistic soeieties, the
i, importation of so many foreign errors,
t the Church of God is going to be lost,
e the ship is going to foundert The
). ship is going down!" What are you
,o frightened about? An old lion goes
u into his cavern to take a sleep, sad he
lies down until his shaggy mane eov
Sera his paws. Meanwhilef the spiders
. outside begin to spin webs over the
t mouth of his cavern and say, "That
t lion can not break out through this
o web," and they keep on spinning the
f gossamer threads until they get the
mouth of the cavern covered over.
a "Now,' they say, "the lion's done, the
lion's done." After awhile the lion
awakes and shakeq himself, and he
k walks out from the cavern, never
n knowing there were any spid
k ers' webs, and with his voice
he shakes the mountain. Let
the infidels and the skeptics
e of the day go on spinning their webs,
spinning their infidel gossamer theo
ries, spinning them all over the place
where Christ seems to be sleeping.
They say: "Christ can never again
y come out; the work is done; He can
never get through this logical web we
t have been spinning." The day will
come when the Lion of Judah's tribe
will raise Himself and oome forth and
shake mighty the nations. What then
all your gossamer threads? What is a
r spider's web to an aroused lien? Do
t not fret, then, about the world's going
I backward. It is going forward.
Again, I learn from this subject that
I Christ is God and man In the same per
son. I go into the back part of that
s boat and I look on Christ's sleeping
face, and see in that face the story of
sorrow and weariness, and a deeper
r shadow'comes over His face, and I think
lie must be dreaming of the cross that
is to come. As I stand on the beak
part of the boat looking on His face,
I say! "lie is a Mnil He is a Man'
t But when I see Him come to the brow
I of the boat, and the sea kneels la Hia
presence, and the winds fold their'
wings at His command. I say: "He is
God! He is God!" The hand that set
up the starry pillars of the universe
i wiping away the tears of an orphanl
When I want pity and sympathy, I go
into the back part of this boat, and I
look at Him, and I say: "O
Lord Jesus, thou weary one,
thou suffering one, have mercy
on me." "Ecee 'homol" Behold
the manl But when I want cour
age for the conflict of life, when I
want some one to beat down my sae
mies, when I want faith ir the great
future, then I come to thefront of the
boat, and I see Christ standing there
in all His omnipotence, and I say: "O,
Christ, Thou who couldst hush the
storm, can hush all my sorrows, all my
temptations, all my fears." "Bees
Dens!" Behold the God!
I learn also from this subject that
Christ can hush the tempest. Some of
you, my hearers, have a heavy load of
troubles. Some of you have wept until
you can weep no more. Perhaps God
took the sweetest child out of your
house-the one that asked the meost
curious questions-the one that hung
around yOu with greatest fondness. The
grave-digger's spade cut down through
your bleeding heart. Or perhapsit was
the only one that you had, and your
soul has ever since been like a deano
lated castle, where the birds of the
night hoot, amid the falling towers
and along the crumblingstairway. Or
perhaps it was an aged mother that
was called away. You used to send for
her when you had any kind of trouble.
She was in your home to weleome
your children into life. and when
they died she was there to pity
you. You know that the old
hand will never do any more kind
nesses for you, and the lock of white
hair that you keep so well in the ess
ket of the locket does not look so well
as it did on the day when she moved
it back from the wrinkled forehead
under the old-fashioned boanet in the
church in the country. Or perhaps
your property has gone. Yon said,
'There, I have so much in bhak
stock, so much I have in houses,
so much I have In lands, so
much I have in seearltiles."
Suddenly, it is all gone. Alasl for the
man who once had plenty of money,
but who has hardly enough now for
the morning marketlag. No storm
ever swept over Genaesaret like that
which has gone trampling its thunders
over your quaking soul. But you
awoke Christ in the back part of the
ship. crying, "Master, earest thea not
that I perish?' and Christ rose up aad
quieted you. Jesus hushing the temp
est.
There is one storm into wheich we
must all run. When a man lets go this
life to take hold of the naet, I do not
care how much grace he has be will
want it all. What is tha out yoader?
That is a dying Christian reeked on
the surges of death. Winds that have
wrecked magnificent Sotllas of pomp
and worldly power come down on
that Christian soul. All the spirit"
of darkness seem to be let l aoose, it
it is their last chane. The walig
of kindred seems to mingle wl4 the
swirl of the waters, and the sef an ed
the wind and the thnde ad the sky.
Deep to deep, billow to ileow; et an
tremor, no gloom,no terror, o sighlng
for the dying Christian. The feet is
that from the hack prt of the beat a
voles sings out: "When thou mssst
through the waters, I will be with
thee." U the tash of the st.rm the
dying Christisa sees that th ehlrer is
only Jut ahead. Free" eemestly ae
ties voiees of weleesme eesm ever the
waters Peae drep e the aegry
wave as the storm uas Itself tesat
like a child failimg leepantad team
and trouble. Christ has heabed the
tempest.
-If you ,e brethime  4l i_ i
be as like Him that eusgeped wa
eo~ransaim anaity ~JlibitAI
FAT AND LEAN.
Baset f a Test Made to Dbde a Net
met.
t They made a bet The fat man
thought he had all the worst of Ilie,
while the thin man bheld that Sesh was
a blesing.
"Just in the ordinary stairs of every
day life," began the fat asa.
"That's what I'm referring to," put
in the this man. "Go horn with me
this afteranoon sand I'll demonstrate it
for supper and theater tickets."
So they started together from one of
the big ioeo buildings. an, as they
were leaving the oeoe a man in a big
hurry entered.
The thin man was able to dodge
him, but he fouled the fat man, of
course.
'"There you are," said the fat man
as soon as he had recovered his breath.
"Every blind fool runs into me."
"That's nothing," returned the thin
man, as he stepped on the elevator and
was promptly crowded into a corner
by a two-hundred-and-lfty-pousd
woman.
"We're even," he said as they reached
the street.
"Not quite;" returned the fat man as
he wiped the perspiration from his
face. "You're comparatively cool,
while I'm melting away."
"But you'll have a chance to be com
fortable when we reach a car."
"No more than yon."
"Wait and see."
They each took one of the seats de
signed to hold just two people of less
than medium size, and for a block
were on equal terms
Then a big man got on. There were
four or five other people whom he
could sit beside, but he singled out this
thin man and soon had him wedged in
so tightly that be could hardly breathe.
A few blocks farther on the seat shead
was vacated and the thin man moved
to it. Two mlanutes later a woman
with puffed sleeves got on, and again
he was singled out
She gave him such an indignant
look because he could not make all the
room necessary for the sleeves that he
got up and moved to the aide of a man
of medium size.
The man got of at the next corner
and a fat woman took his place. Again
the thin man was crowded against the
side of the seat and his face showed
the agony he was in.
"But that was an exceptional ease,"
protested the fat man, when the two
had left the car."
"On the contrary, it's a regular
thing, returned the thin man. "Yon
can see it any day if you wateh oat
The thin man never gete a seat to him
self. He's always selected as meat
companion and crowded and crushed
until his bones ache. I71 have that
supper with yoa to-morrow night."
And he did.-Philadelphia Item.
NO PLACE FOR HIM.
He Dida't Like a Town that Had AUll a
4. Jekes
"I dunno much about the laws of a
city like this," he began as he entered
the central station the other evening,
and I'd like to ask a few questions."
"Very well." replied the sergeant as
he looked up from his desk.
"Kin a feller come up to me and
poke me in the ribs and call me a
bloomin' old hkus on wheels? Does
the law allow him to do it?"
"If anyone did that to you he was
only in fun."
"Mebbe be was, but I don't like saeb
familiarity, and I told him so, too
Does the law allow anybody to come
up to you and smash your hat down
over your ears and yell: "Belle,
BaRuben" in your eas?"
"Of course not, but some men are
jovial, you know."
"Yes, I know they are, but I don't
like such jokes. If rm ia saloon
drinking glass of beer by myself does
the law allow the fellers in there to
call me 'old Borax' and elbow me
around till rm strangled with besr?
"Oh! no, but they didn't hurt you
any." smiled the seesant.
"They burt my felin's, and I doant
like it a bit. Has a feller on the hlbad
platform of a street ear any right to
brush hayseed of my arst-ealar sand
grin and ask me heow turips se gib
tin' along?'
"Yon mare no hand to take a joke."
msaid the sergeant, as he turned to his
work.
"No, I'm not," replied the man, as
his faee grew more sorrowfal. "I hey.
a lame hack, a holler tooth and the ea
saehe, and on top of that Pre lost Aive
hogs by the cholers this s auue sad
had my barn struck by lightning. No
I esan't take no joke. I wam sae~lrlati'
to stay in town four or Ae days, but I
guess l'l pull out to-morrer. It's toe
jovial fur me If thee halnt no law to
purtect a feller who feela sad then he'd
better git right out. 1I thear anybody
around here who kin play "Home.,
Sweet Homr," an the saldile'"
"I don't think so."
"Well, I hardly expected it,I grues I
won't wait till moranin', baut i' leave
to-nlght It's a oee-sded townm'-I
rms to jokes-d no pais for me."
"You ought to stay over and visit
the island park," sWggestd the ser
geant.
"rd like to, but I desau. If I did
Sm feller weol juamp eat from be
hblnd a stree and tile e ain the ris
and cai me 'Old siqeerra" n maks
me mn 'ad to bekt. Noe U lgo
home toasidt and taloe my minus
along with me, sad yes ki tell all
the jokers i tors thalt they kin siS
a, sad be baaged to 'eml--Detett
am Nes . eam.
The nddeilteaca of the belauni m
was a blts.e eatggi -eedttheaper
emers uaed to thew emaeem at lt
guh land a s.d oe eamte, we
questiadsd as to his detbsi, em
seeerm: "That asmeanteat *rea
is th itbc ' of
the tlmberemtIeoebta wmh pea
ers the au ameI etV t
PERwNAL ADO LIT« W .{W *
-Walter Blackbera ute a
time editor of the now d efnestigh
Errant, and Harvey . Watts Talb- '
WilliBam literary alsistant on the
Philadelphia Press, are Mr. Le W a -
sistants in the editorial work a
-The widow of Jim Flak is Ivfing
today in a humble frame tesis-en t :
bheese in Boton on an isooms of i as
month, which is not from her hue
band's estate. Fisk was worth MSos,
009 when killed by Stekes, but it has
all vanished.
-Lily Lngtry, when it ease to the
decisive point, hesitated wbhethe to o
on the stage or try market.garCealg.
She owned a famous garden nla Jersey
lane, and was toad of it. When in
England she stays as much. as posibei
at her racing-stable farm ast Newsr
ket.
---Not long ago the two-year-'o
child of a Berlin day laborer died dk
starvation. The frenzied father, to
save his darling from the potter's field.,
took the body in his arms and west
begging wherewith to give it de*ent
burial He was arrested as a mend)i
eant, according to law, theysald.
-The danger that besets the novel
ist who attempts to write plays I is -
lustrated by Mr. Zangwlll in an seao
dote of an actress who played in an
uasuccessful oomedy by adistlnguished
man of letters. One of her stage direc
tions, she said, ran thus: "Be-oater
Mary, having drunk a cup of tea"
-Mr. William Morris akes high art
pay. if we may sacept the calculatlon
of the British Printer. One of the
latest publications of the Kelnmsoott
press is an edition of Chaucer, of
which only 425 copies were printed oI
paper and seven on vellum. Every
one of these has been sold, over SO,
000 being realisedl for the ocdlhary
copies and nearty 5,000 for the vellum
impressons.
-"Joe" Chamberlain is a lithe-biit
man of incisive manner, with a clean
ut, smooth-shaven faee, and looks
quite two decades younger than his
years, whieh are threeseore-so mush
that he is often taken for his son. He
won his Arst spuar as mayor of Br
inalham, where he served a leag and
very useful municipal alretessehip
He is quite wealthy, having amed a
large fortune it the screw tradea H
is popularly known as "'ha magtm
Joe."
-Joseph Thoamon, the yeoun AlM
can explorer who reseetly died at
thirty-six, wasthe only as whopne
tented into the interior from all four
sides. From Maeec on the noarth he
explored Mount Atlta, tom the west
he went up the Niger, from the cape
be reached the gat lakes and the
spot where IAvir atel died, sad from
the east he tra thmeur tB. he J
eoutry to the'lakes In all bs epe
ditions he never fonud it . esssary to
use a revolver or a r aganst a hu
man being.
-William Morris is almost the oely
one leftof the original pis'apheslitss.
He is now ln his sixty-fret yea.: His
poems are less widely known than his
relations to textile mantfaeturs. glass
and bookmaking. A relection In some
measure of the type of whish Leonardo
da Vinci and Mibhael Angelo are stll
higher exemplars, his sese of buty
has been earried into everything head
or pen has touched. His twin oss,.
the one of literature, the other of ptse
tinal arts, have worked in happy sister
hood for more than a generation.
HUMOROUS.
--Great Expeetatties. - "So Teds
bury is married? What does he ex
pect to live e.r "The inomýe he
hopes to get next year."--Detroit ree
Press.
-No Longer In Deabt.-8be-"Have
you seen Flora since she tried totide
her bilycler" He-"Yes, and I .am
fully eoaviseed that beauty is only
skin deep"-IAf0.
--laredleri friend-*Ytou'l never
reach the pole-" Ar . nis er
"Jest wait til you see me eamtar
daown the homestrteh." --Cleveland
Plain Dealer.
-Pps's Joy.--"Ma- nQqaied tBoy,
"hasn't ps a quew ida of .Heave "
"Well, I lthnk netl,flb . WhyiP "I
heard him my that the week youepest
at the se-hore seened li I a Heaven
to him."--Pctsvlle Review.
-Tramp (ntsv l eMr Gthers
at the frat dpe)- en mu# ym
terdar yea g s 'this hat ad.t h -e
light top eet I am now Un;ht -
eouldn't yen let mge have i wulkag
stiek to mateMk-a denblatk ~
-Diffrenst reeHer ean. -Frst
ittle 43rl-"And isn yonr cat afratd
of mtie?' eeaend weit Glr-"Ob, no,
not a srtgle b':" irst Little Oil-
"That's quaeesr. A dI she's a lady et,
too, isn't sher-Semarvllie Joerasl
-Traveler (t. native)-"Can you tell
me how far I am frt Clrelstlow~n
Native-"Aboat 94,51 miles." Tray
eler-"Ilmpossible." Native-" mesan
if yea keep on the way you are goitg.
If you tarn raond and gobaek iWsoaly
hbout a mlle"-Tit-]lts.
-"Does your sister know that I have
called to aeher?" the yoan man in..
s_,il. aftr waiting n#Msily sat
hour. "Igae she de,," apled th
small brothe "She damug's gmIIally
take mors thar he Iiuateiheom-i .
down whena she has a ear."--Wdkhe
in- Star.
-Nog sys e oee e sd a lstr th
other Sae, and he ha a stros are.
..tnis. that he wealdr 9pa'*sm
dottsr bIII to Who bedpe %lt
thi I, shows his
gis ad ) aggeth te haeS'
-ad dl.hew ia.ssw d. .m.
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