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THE BANNER=DEMOCRAT. VOL. XIII. LAKE PROVIDENCE. EAST CARROLL PARISH, LA., SATURDAY, JANUARY ,?, 1901 NO. 67. State Goverlnnt of Louisianla. Governor-W. W. Heard, Lieutenant-Oovernor-Albert Esto pinal. Secretary of State-John Michel. Superintendent of Education-John V. Calhoun. Auditor-W. S. Frazee. Treasurer-Ledoux E. Smith. U. S. SENATORS. Don Cafferey and S. D. McEnery. REPRESENTATIVES. 1 District-it. C. Davey. 2 District-Adolph Meyer. 8 District-R. F. Broussard. 4 District-P. Brazeale. 5 District-J. E. Itunsdell. 6 District-S. M. Robinson. OOOOOOOO0 ·eeO e*OOOOeeO0 * " : THE NEXT THING TO * 0 1G61NGTO WARI * Isbea t dall about it In Times Democrat * Covering every item of news " on land and sea through its * SELENDID SPECIAL SERVICE * as furnished the New York * * World, New York Jourwal, * * Associated Press and Staff " Correspondents, all in one. Only $1.00 a Month. * Subscribe through your news- * (dealer, postmaster or direct to : THE TIMES-DEMOCRAT, g " NEW OULUgAN,. LA. 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Little by little the world shows its dross, Deepens the sense of enjoyment and loss; Pleasure is wearing off part of its gloss. And the years go by. Now there is question and doubt and dis may! Well time will alter, and truth will out stay; Kight is as needful, perhaps, as the day. And the years go by. Work multiplies and pleasures abate, So much to do, and we are so late, Duties still flocking now knock at the gate. And the years go by. Once-ah, we sigh! but we never can stop; What is life for but to work till we drop? inly one thought-to rise to the top. And the years go by. Age is oncoming, and what have we done? we had dreamed of such victories won! Whose is the fault, and what is undone? And the years go by. What do we hold but a handful of dust? We were so wise in our first ardent trust, Somehow we missed the real metal for rust. And the years go by. -Helen F. Boyden, in New York Observ er. 300000000000000000 UNDER THE DOCK. p Py Jolhn Mlton Stoddard. 0 0 the swift lake steamer swung from her dock at De troit and, turning northward, began the long trip to Mack Inaw. I sat with a young man, a new acquaintance, on the promenade deck, and leisurely surveyed the long panor amic river-front of the chief city of Michigan. The sun, already half-way to the horizon, swam in a blue, autum nal haze, its slanting beams gilding the tall buildings that broke the sky line and blazing with blinding reflec tion from their countless windows. The soft land-breeze brought faintly the roar of the streets to intermingle with the pulse-like beat of the machin ;ry below us, and the whole scene was one of such autumnal placidity and peace that I watched it in dreamy silence until my companion spoke. "Do you see that building over there?" he said, Indicating a tall structure at the water's edge. "That is the Grand Trunk Elevator, and I never pass it without a shudder, for It marks the worst position I was ever in." He paused, but scenting a story, I begged him to continue. "Well," said he, "It was eight years ago. I was then a telegraph operator, and had the night trick in the yard office at Detroit. I had come up a short time before from a little station In the country. It was early in the spring that I was ordered to 'Yd,' and the Ice had begun to go down the river, but the nights were still very cold. The old yard watchman groaned mightily every evening about the delayed warm weather, but he kept my stove hot, and as my duties were all inside I cared little for the temperature. My work was light, the city was new to me, and I was enjoying myself huge ly when I got into thd trouble I'm go Ing to tell you about. "Just at sunrise on one particularly chilly morning my telegraph-sounder became mute. It wouldn't respond to the key. An examination of the bat tery showed that the water in the cells had evaporated so much that It did not touch the zincs, and so it gave no cir cuit "I rumaged through the cupboards and found a large empty bottle,--lt was the only thing I could find to car ry water in,-and went down my two palr of stairs to the tap from the city mains. And I found the tap frozen tight "Here was trouble. Water I must have, and that quickly, for at six o'clock a dozen yard conductors bound for West Detroit and the Junction would be clanging for orders, and the idea of depending upon a weak little relay to work with a tired, nervous, and therefore easily angered dispatch er was a far from agreeable one. I considered for a moment, and the thouglt of the river came to me. Go ing back upstairs. I secured some twine, and with that and the bottle, I made my way to the dock beside that elevator yonder. "There I lowered the bottle by the string to the water and tried to fill it, but It is not easy to dip up water in a slender-necked bottle-vhich insists on staying upright whdn it should be tip ping over. I was leaning far out from the edge of the dock, bobbing the bot tle up and down, when my foot flip ped, my hand lost its hold, and down I went, splash, into the ice cold current of the Detroit River. And I could not swim. "Of course I sank deep and struggled wildly in the current. A few seconds later I came up gasping and choking, and as I threw 'my arms wildly about they struck something hard and solid. This I grasped. I sputtered desper ately and choked, but clung to my sup port, and soon managed to catch my breath and tried to think of how to get back to my instrument. '"Io my surprise, I was in almost total darkness. I shouted, and the tones rang hollow and confined. Grop ing about, I found other supports sim ilar to the one I was holding, and then the horrible truth came to me. I was under the dock. "I realized my position instantly. he wharf was fticed with plank ex tending down under the surface, but not to the bottom, and the current had carried me under the planking from *utslde the wharf. To escape by div ing would have been easy for an ex pert swimmer, but my only hope was that some one might come by before my numbed fingers relaxed their grasp. '"The water was fearfully cold. Only my head and shoulders rose above it; below, it was numbing every nerve. Frantic with fear, I wrapped arms and legs desperately around the icy pile. Occasionally I shouted for help, but only the sullen crash of the ice Loes replied. Once I leard the roar of a pasieng'r-train speeding by. In imagination, 1 saw the passengers In the warm coaches talking and laugh iag. .wWith my nearmess to death came a weak delirium. The darkness under the wharf seemed inhabited by horri ble forms. Swirling arms in the water tried to drag me down. Liquid voices of the efirrent mocked at me and gurgled threats. When I screamed, the echoes scared me into silence, and the voices of the darkness and the current again rediculed my dying. "Then my delirium changed, and I seemed to be mired in a swamp, hear ing the call:uf the dinner-bell at home. In a voice that to me seemed thunder ous, I shouted to let mother knorV where I was. The bell rang and rang. Again and again I shouted, until a re sponse brought back my wandering senses. It was the old Irish watch man who called, 'Billy! Billy, boy! Are yes down there?' "My answer sent him hurrying back across the tracks as fast as his years would allow. It was the bell of one of the yard engines I had heard. The crew had pulled up from the slip dock to get orders to the Junction, and they had raung the bell to let me know that I was wanted. Becoming impatient at my long-delay, they started a search for me. and fate led the old man to the dock. "How to get me out? Some men ran to the roundhouse for saws and axes. but the distance is considerable and moments were precious. The planking of the dock was of newly laid oak bolted to heavy stringers, and before the tools could have arrived and the thick wood been cut through I might lose my hold and sink. "Probably I must have been drowned but for a brakeman named Louis Cal vert, a boy little older than myself. He had been bred in the lumber woods, and had sailed on the lakes, and rall roading had made him fertile in ex pedients. He saw at once what to do, and his plan was instantly accepted by the other men. "A short spur track runs down to the river at this point and terminates in a large stop-block. Down this the engine was backed, while heavy tail ropes and chains were brought from some way-cars near. The spaces be tween the planks directly over my head and the two adjacent were en larged by the one axe at hand, and a chain was passed under and looped round the board. Then the great ropes were passed back across the stop block to the engine and there made fast. At the signal, the locomotive started ahead slowly, but the planks above me did not yield. "The situation was too desperate for further caution. The engineer backed down, took as much slack as he dared, and then flung the full pressure into the cylinders. There was a rending sound, twenty feet of plank rose in the air, swung round, and slewed across the dock in the wake of the engine. "In a bound Calvert reached the aperture, clambered down to me, and held me up until they sent down a loop of rope and lifted me to safety. "Three days after that the superin tendent gravely informed me that I was too young to be trusted so near the water, and sent me north to a sta tion in the woods."-Youth's Com panion. Children as Climbers. E. H. Cooper, in Cassell's Magazine, in an illustrated article "On the Mat terhorn," writes: "Among my most frequent climbing companions are children of ages varying from six to sixteen. They require attention on mountain heights-a good deal of at tention. The usual nursery method ol negotiating a mountain is to skip up the first quarter, run up the second, walk rather soberly up the next quar ter and proceed for the rest of the way in tears. Their boots are . hurting them horribly, their stocking suspen ders are broken and the stockings are coming down; they have got headaches and at every fresh step buttons are flying off from all par's of their cloth ing. The return journey is mostly a matter of hiring guides withi some of the hand-drawn sledges used by hill side peasants to carry them down. But when these little folks have been trained to walk they are the most charming companlons, and no climb is so nice as one made in company with some happy crowd of small Alpinists with minature alpenstocks, ridiculous ly small nailed boots and a general capacity for eating, climbing and laughing at anything. The guide who comes with you is also happy, feeling that at any difficult place he has only to grasp several esnmail petticoats in one large hand, and at the worst can carry the whole party on one arm without serious difficulty. The aver age child is so serenely and perfectly happy climbing on the hills of Switz erland In a blaze of sun and the most pefect air of Europe that it seems a pity children cannot come more often to share the holidays of their elders." Taetics of Birds in Stormy Weather. During tremendous wind storms birds may sometimes be seen flying overhead at a great altitude. When this phenomenon is observed it may be taken for granted that the upper atmosithere is comparatively quiet and that the disturbance is confined chiefly to the lower regions. When a heavy wind or gale springs up, says Pearson's Weekly, the gulls, ternse and petrels w.'l fly to and fro over the water's surface, rising and falling, and uttering their peculiat cries of warning. If the storm extends too high up they will drift gradually with the wind, or fly away on the edge of the hurricane. A young herring gull, a petrel or a tern thus surprised will beat up against,the wind with powerful flight. It will rise high in the air facing the gale and making a little progress forward as well as upward. Then 11 will descend with rapid flight toward one side of the storm swept path, but falling off at the same time in the di rection of the blowing wind. Once more it will sweep around and face the storm, ascending heavenward and strikingly desperately out toward the direction of the storm. By pursuing these tactlics the bird will gradually work itself to one side of the storm centre. What He Did A small boy recently visited a churte for the first time, where the pewi were very high. Being asked on hii return home what he did in church, he replied: "I just went into a big cup board and sat on a shelf."-Bostos Traveler. BILL ARP'S LETTER Bartow Man Is Again Joyous and Happy at His Own Fireside. EXPERIENCED MANY TRYING ORDEALS Notwtlhatandlag His Tribulations HiB Leeture Tour Was Bource of Much Pleasure and Profit. Home again and happy. Children and grandchildren met me at the de pot and escorted me home, where a bountiful supper was awaiting, and I asked the same old blessing that I,have been asking for fifty years, only it was with unusual gratitude, for I had been in perils of wind and water and escaped them. I was weary with long travel, and now I could rest. I left New Albany at midnight, reached Birmingham at day light, only five minutes late, and had five minutes time to buy a ticket for Pell City, and from there I was to board the East and West for home. How happy I was. But alas! for hu man hopes. How soon they can van ish into despair. There were about a hundred big, black, greasy negro preachers ahead of me at the ticket office. Their Bap tist convention had been broken up, and they were going home on the southbound train, and had an hour to go on, but they would not let me ad vance an inch. I hurried back to the gatekeeper and begged him to let me in, for my train was waiting, and I pointed to the crowd of negroes and told him it was impossible for me to get a ticket. He said he was sorry) but he had his orders. I hurried back to make one more effort, but a bfig square shouldered preacher, with a back as broad as a barn door, had dropped a dime on the floor and half a dozen were down hunting for it. I hailed the ticket man, but he never heard or heeded me. Frantic, I rush ed'baok to the iron gates and saw my train slipping off like a snake in the grass, and that official automaton would not let me pass. " 'Gainst or ders," he said. Blackstone says there is a remedy for every wrong, but there were no railroads in his day, or he wouldn't have written those lines. I had no remedy, and there is none. What could I do? No train for Pell City for twelve hours, and none from Pell City for my home for twenty-four hours. I was so tired and so disap pointed that I sat down to ruminate on my valise. I was weak and sad and pitiful, for there is no disappointment so distress ing to me as being left by a train when going home. Just then a drum mer, God bless himl came up and spoke to me, and said, "My friend, I am pretty much in the same fix you are, but we can go by Chattanooga, for the Alabama Great Southern is an hour late this morning. It's schedule is to leave here thirty minutes before we arrived, but it has not come yet, and we have half an hour to get our tickets. Those preachers are nearly all out of the way now." Irose to my feet. I saw how it was, and that I would lose only one hour in getting home. In my heart I revived, and like David whispered, "Bless the Lord, O my soul." We got our tickets, and in four hours were in Chattanooga, where I telegraphed my wife, "Hold the fort; I'm coming." And so "All's well that ends well," and no thanks to those who msanage that iron-bound pen at Birmingham. But I found thq cutest little narrow gauge railroad in Mississippi that I have seen in many years. I didn't know there was one left. It is called the Gulf and Chicago railroad, but they began to build it in the middle many years ago and built sixty miles and quit. You can ride all day on it for P1.50. It doesn't seem to have any schedule, apd the folks along the line just wait for it and seem content. They say, "Well, it's our road; it's all we've got, and they do the best they can." The owners are clever men and will wait on you half an hour if you tele phone them. They are very accom modating, especially going south, for they have no connections to make. I boarded that train at Blue Mountain st 4 p. m. for Pontotoc, where I was to lecture that night at 7:30 o'clock. It was only thirty miles, but we didn't get there until 8:15 o'clock, and my audience didn't give up the ship. They said it was their road-their only road and they knew its peculiar ways. We stcpped when within three miles of town, and after half an hour or so I asked what was the matter, and was told that the steam had given out. Before that the train stopped in the woods somewhere and began to back. I ventured to ask what was the matter and was told that the brakeman had dropped his cob pipe and that they had gone back to look for it. But it was a railroad and I had no right to complain, for I remember when there was not a railroad in the United States. When I was seven years old I came from Boston to Georgia overland in a carriage with my father and mother, 1,200 miles, and we never crossed a railroad, for there was none to cross; and now there are 196,000 miles in these United States. No, I am happy on the way on any railroad, even if it is thirty miles short and four hours long. It bests the old stage coach a long ways. I tried a buggy team from Ripley to Blue Mount, only a six-mile drive, and like to have got drowned. I got fundamentally and distressingly wet. I shall wait for the narrow gauge next time. Oh, that cyclone! I haven't quit telling about it yet. Next morn ing a man who was in it and under it and on top of it said he went out to shut his mules up in the stable, and Sbefore he could say Jack Robinson it picked him aUp and turned him a thou sand sumersaults, and while he was turning he heard his malesa braying in the sir above him. "Gentlemen," said he, "that are a fact, if I ever told it; and the thing just let me down in Jinny Jones' potato patch as easy aq a woman lays her baby in the cradle." That college at Blue Mountain is a marvel to me. It was founded twenty five years ago by General Lowrey, a great big-hearted marn, who, like Ben Adhem, loved his fellow men. It was at first a high school for the benefit of the poor girls in the neighborhood and expanded into a college. When he died his sons and sons-in-law took charge and continued to expand, and now there are 800 girls there; over 200 of them are boarding at $12 per month. The others live in cottages near by and board themselves at a coat of about $8 a month; for they do their own work. Large, handsome brick buildings have been built and more are being built. Bountiful springs from the mountain side furnish abundant pure water for everything. There is a dairy farm neat by and vegetable gardens and every thing moves like clock work. Professor Lowrey is a man of untir ing energy and says that work is his best recreation. He took me on a ro mantic drive to the top of the mountain and the village graveyard, and when we returned he called for his four little children, including the baby, and took them to ride. I liked that. It does not take me long to diagnose a good husband and a kind father. There was no barber in the village and he brought to me his fine lawn mower ra zor that cost $5, and when he saw how awkward and nervous I was, he said! "Oh, let me do that," and he mowed the gray stubble off in a minute. Ever hear of a college presidenf doing that? I was specially interested in a young man, Ernest Guyton, the only boy in college. He is totally blind, but is getting a first-class education' through his ears. He listens eagerly to the recitations, keeps up with the fore most and is now studying Latin. His mother or sister read to him every night and the family are all proud of him, for he is not only bright mental ly, but cheerful and handsome. He told me that being blind never dis tressed him and he was happy all the time, for everybody was so good to hin. How kind Providence is to the aiBlated. Those Mississippi woods are full of Georgians. Scores of them sought me and with a natural and earnest pride told me where they came from in the long ago, or where their fathers came from, and who they were kin to. I was amused at one old man who said he came here from Cass county be fore the war, and he asked me where Bartow county was. He had never heard that the name of old Case was changed to Bartow in honor of our General Bartow, who was killed at Manassas. An unknown friend has sent me a poetic gem called "The Change in Farmer Joe." by Sheldon Stoddard. I wish that it could be read by every husband in the land, for it tells in beautiful and pathetic verse how Joe had long pursued money for money's sake and gave his loving, long suffering wife few comforts and none of the lux uries or ornaments that brighten up a woman's home. For years she had from time to time hinted that she would like a new carpet for her room, for the old one had been torn and patched and beaten until it was faded and threadbare, and the window shades weroe worn out. But he said no, he couldn't afford it, and he worked early and late and was accumulating money. The poem tells how he left her one morning and noticed a tear in her eye as it dropped down on her pale cheek, and he got to thinking about it in the cornfield, and that tear haunted him and he recalled the long years of their married life and how patient, she had been with him and the little children and nursed him when sick and watch ed them by night and by day. Sud denly he came to himself and stopped his mule in the middle of the row and hurried home and hitched up the baggy and went to town like he was going for the doctor. He bought a nice carpet and some curtains and other comforts and drove home like Jehn and tumbled them all at the front door. "Here, Sally, come here, bless your dear heart; you shant cry any more," and he hurried back to the cornfield. Well, I liked that, and I feel like going to town and buy ing a new carpet for my wife. We men forget that a woman has to stay at home all the time. tshe loves orna ment, for God made her so, and it she can't have these things her house is not a home, but a prison.--Bn.x An in Atlanta Constitution. Women Drift to Wine. 'ritish women are drifting toward gen eral drunkenness, according to the facts and figures developed at the recent meet ing of the Charity Organization Society of London. Not content with this disclosure, Dr. Ieywood l:mith, the well-known special ist on woman's diseases, asserted that ine briety was more rabid and increasing with greaer rapidity among the rich and well to-do women than among the lower strata of society. In an intervi-ew with the Chicago ree ord's London correspondent Dr. Heywood Smith said: "I get my knowledge of the facts from every-day contact with wornm en's ills. Drunkenness has not yet reached tpe aristocracy, but in the so called uipper classes it is epidemic." Dr. Smith added that the medical pro fession was not altogether blameless. He acneused his fellow-practitioners of need clessly prescribing wine and whisky to many women patients, and he declared that even babies in arms were not im mune from alcoholic medicine. Dr. Holmes. director of the Church of England Temperance Society's police court mission, said at the meeting that the ine briates act ought to be amended so as to give neglected husbands a release from drunken wives. He claimed that more homes were wrecked in London through drunkenness of wives and mothers than through the excesses of intemperate men. Statistics that were introduced showed 10,110 cases where women were convicted in the London courts of drunkenness dur inm the year 1i99, cf which number 4145 were habitual drunkards. Dr. Brooks. a member of the Fulham School Board. urges the incorporation of temperance study in London's - apbli school curricuhLm. An Infiiamous rm e, A Hamburg correspondent wrote recent ly that a British steamer sailed thence the other day with 1000 tons weight of spirits Son board for Lagos and Southern Nigeria. SHe also says that another steamer is due to leave in a few days for the same des tination, with nearl double that amount on board. The spirit, he says consist of bad gin and worse rum, and the trade is Sprinciplly in the hands of a few English how .cra is civilzed by European cau Murder Proteeted by Law. inRecently there was a horrible wreck out in Indiana on the Monon, at Raub. An open switch let a fast moving passenger train collide with a waiting freight, and four valuable lives were snuffed out in a second of time, all because a drunken brakeman left the switch open. Where Sdid the brakeman get his intoxicants? .At Sthe licensed saloon? - TALMAGE ,SERMON, KINDAY'S DI.,COURSE BY THE ABLE DI. Subject: taek ofPatleMee--ralth, tpe Mid Charity Bloom n Matay Hearts Where the Grace of Patience is Widttng-Pit Rather Thenl Condemn the *frinE, [Copyrllht si. 1 WAsm1tuelr, D. -1=-This discourse of Dr. Talmage is a full itngth ptrait of a virtue which all admire, and t lessons taught are very helpful; text, Hebrews i 38, "Ye have need of patience." Yee, we are in awful need of it. Some of us have a little of it, and some of us have none at all. There is less td this grace in the world than of almost any other. Faith, hope and charity are all abloom in hundreds of souls Where you fnd one specimen of patience. Pal, the author of the text, on a conspicuous dcc sion lost his patience with a coworker, mnd from the way he urges this virtue upon the Hebrews, upon the Corinthians, upon the Thessalonians, upon the Ro mans, upon the Colossians, upon the young theological student, Timothy, I !onclude he ae. speaking out of his own need of more of this eitellenes And I )nly wonder that Paul had any IerveS left, Imprisonment, flagellation; Mediterranead :yclone, arrest for treason and Conspit icy, the wear and tear of preaching to angry mobs, those at the doof ¢. a tbeq tre and those on the rocks of Mat's hill, left him emaciated and invalid and with a broken voice and sore eyes and nerves a jangle. H: gives us i snap shot of him self when he describes his appearance and ais sermonic delivery by saying, "In bodily oresence weak and in speech contempti ble," and refers to his inflamed eyelids when, speaking of the ardent friendship of the Galatians, he says, "If it had been possible, ye would have ptlucked out your awn eyes and have given them to tmes We all admire most that which we have least of. Those of us with unimpressive visage most admire beauty; those of us with discordant voice most extol musical cadence; those of us with stammering speech most wonder at eloquence; those of us who get provoked at trifles and are naturally irascible appreeiatq in othets the equopoise and the calmi endtratlie of pa= tience. So Paul, with hands tremulous with the agitations of a lifetime, writes of the "God of patience" and of "ministers ,f God in much patience" and of "patience of hope" and tells them to "follow after patience," and wants them to "run with patience," and speaks of those "strength ened with all might to all patience," and looks us all full in the face as he mnakes the startling charge, "Ye have need of patience." The recording angel, making a peal out of some plume of a bird of paradise, is not getting ready to write opposite your name anything applauu atory. All your sublime equilibriun of temperament is the result of worldly success. lut 4gppose things mightily change with you, they oftle, times do change. You to go down bill, and it is amazing how any there are to help you down when you gin to go in that direction. A great inv tment als. The Colorado silver mine e to yie4. You get land poor; your mills, that yield= ed marvels of wealth, are paeed by mills with newly invented mach cry; you get under the feet of the bears. of Wall Itreet. Pot the first time in your\life you need to borrow money, and no one is will. ing to lend. Under the harrowing wrtd* ment you get a distressful feeling at the base of your brain. insomnia and nervous dyspepsia lay hold of you. Your health goes down with your fortune; your circle of acquaintances narrows, and where once you were oppressed by the fact that you ad not time enough to eturn one-half of the social calls made upon you now the card basket in your hallway is empty, and your chief callers are your creditors and the family physician, who comes to learn the effect of the last prescription. Now you understand how people can become pessimistic and cynical and despairful. You have reached that stage, yourself. Now you need something that you have not. But I know of a re-enforcement that you can have if you will accept it. Yon der comes up the road or the sidewalk a messenger of God. Her attire is unpre tending. She has no wings, for she is not an angel, but there is onmething in er countenance that implies rescue and deliV erance. She comes up the steps that once were populous with the affluent and into the hallway where the tapestry is getting faded and fra ed, the place now all empty of worldly admirers. I will tell you her name if you would like to know it. Paul baptized her and gave her the right name. She is not brilliant, but strong. There is a deep quiethood in her manner and a firmness her tread, and in her hand is a scroll revealing her mission. She oomes from heaven. She was born in the throne room of the King. Thl is Patience. "Ye have need of patience." First, patience with the faults of others. No one keeps the Ten Commandments equally well. Qne's temperament deeide which commandments he shall come near est to keeping. If we break some of the commandments ourselves, why be so hard on those who break others of the ten? If you and I run against one verse of the twentieth chapter of Exodus, why should we so severely extoriee theose who run against another verse of the same chap ter? Until we are pea .m ourselves ) ought to be lenient with our neighbor's imperfections. Yet it is often the case that the man most vulnerable is the mosat hypercritical. Perhaps he is profane and yet has no tolerance for theft, when pro fanity is worse than theft, for, while the. latter is robbery of a man, the former is robbery of God. Perhape he is given to defamation and detraction and yet feel" himself better than some one who is guilty of manslaughter, not realizing that the assassination of character is the worst kind of assassination. The laver for wash. ing in the ancient tabernacle was at its ide burnished like a looking glassr, so that those that approached that laver might see their need of washing, and if by the gospel looking glass we discovered our own need of moral cleansing we would be more economic of denunciation. The most of those who go wrong are the victims of cur cumstances, and if you and I had been rocked in the same iniquitous cradle, and been all our lives surrounded by the same baleful influences we would probably have done just as badly, perhaps worse. We also have need of patience with slow results of Christian work. We want to see our attempts to do good immediately successful. The world is improving, but improving at so deliberate a rate; why not more rapidity and momentum? Other wheels turn so swiftly; why not the goe pel chariot take electric speed? I do not know. I only know that it is God's way. We whose cradle and grave are so near to gether have to hurry up, but God,. who manages this world and the universe, is from everlasting to everlasting. He takes 500 years to do that which He could do in I five minutes. His clock strikes once in a I thousand years. While God took only a week to fit up the world for human resi Sdence, geogolgy reveals that the founda tions of the world were eons in being laid, and God watched the glaciers, and the fire, and the earthquakes, and the volcanoes as through centuries and millenniums they were shaping the world before that last week that put on the arborescence. A few days ago my friend was talking with a geologist. As they stood near a pile of rocks my friend said to the scientist, "I Ssuppose these rocks were hundreds of thousands of years in construction?" And the geologist replied, "Yes, and you miPtght say millions of years, for no one knows hut the Lord, and He won't tell." If it took so long to make this woraid at the start, be not surprised if it take a Swhile to make it over again now that it ha been ruined. The Architect has promised to tecso stract it, and the plans are all made, and at just the right time it will be so com plete that it will be fit for heaven to move m, if, according to the belief of some of my friends, this world is to be made the Seternal abode of the righteous. The wall of that temple is oms up, and my only anxiety is to have the one bri that I am trying to make for that wall turn out to be the right hape ad smooti a all siden aso that he Mlte Jume will not teject it, or have much work with the trowel to get It into place, I am respon sible for only ftit one brick, thowth you may be responsible for a panel of the door or a esuryed pillar or a glittering dome. So we are God's workmen, and all we have to do is tat,.nanage our own hammer or at or trowel until the night comes in *hieh io man can work, and when the work is all completed we will have a right to say rejoicinglyl "Thank God, I was rivileged to help in the rearing of that hnntlh I had a part in the work of the world a fedeniption.' Again we have need of patience under wrong inflicted, and who escapes it in some form? It comes to all people in pro fessiotlt life in the shape of being misun derstood. Because of this, how many peo Die fly to newspapers for an exolanation. You see their card signed by their own tin8e deqlaring they did not say this or did not d that. They fluster and worry, not realizing that every man comes to be taken for what he it worth and you can not, by any newspaper pud, be taken for inore than you are worth nor by any news paper deprepition be put down. There is a spirit of fslrness abroad in the world, and if you are a publie man you are classi fled among the friends of foes of society. If you are a friend of society, you will find plenty of adherents, and if you are the foe of society you cannot escape reprehen sion. Paul, you were right when you said, not more to the Hebrews thah to us, "Ye have need of patience." I adopted a rule years ago which has been of great service to me and it may be of some service to you: bheerfully consent to be misunder stood. God knows whether we are right or wrong, whether we ie trying to serve Him or damage His cause. When you can cheerfully consent to be misunderstood, many of the annoyances and vexations of life will quit your heart, and you will come into calner seas than you have ever sailed on. The cost misunderstood being that ever trod the earth was theglorionsChrist. The world misunderstood His eradle and concluded that one so poorly born could never be of much importance. They charged Him with inebriety and called Him a winebibber. The sanhedrin misun derstood Him and when it was put to the vote whether He was guilty or not of treason He got but one vote, while all the others voted "Aye, aye." They misun derstood His cross, and concluded that if He had divine power He would effect His own rescue. They misunderstood His grave, and deelared that His body had been stolen by infamous resurrectionists. He so fully consented to be misunder stood that, harried and slapped and sub merged with scorn, He answered not a word. You cannot come up to that, but you can imitate in some small degree the patienee of Christ. There are enough present woes in the world without the perpetual commemora tion of nast miseries. If you sing in your home or your church, do not always choose tunes in long meter. Far better to have your patience augt ented by the considera tion that the misfortunes of this life must soon terminate. This last summer I stood on Sparrow hill, four miles from Moscow. It was the place wheft Napoleon stood and looked upon the city which e was about to cap ture. His army had been long marches and awful fights and fearful exhaustion, apd when they came to Sparrow hill the shout went up from tens of thousands of voices, "Moscow, Moscowl" I do not wonder at the transport. A ridge of hills sweeps round the city. A river semicir ele. it with brilliance. It is a spectacle tast you place ina your memory as one of three or ftor most beautiful scenes in all the earth. Napoleon's army marched on it in four divisions four overwhelming tor rents of valor and pomp, down Sparrow hill and through the beautiful valley and across the bridges and into the palaces which surrendered without one shot cf resistance because the avalanche of troops was irresestible, There is the room mn which Napoleon slept, and his pillow, which must have been ver uneasy, for, oh, how short his stay! Fires kindled in all parts of the city simultaneously drove out that army into the snowstorms under which 06,000 men pershed. How soon did triumphal march turn into horrible demo To-day while I peak we come on a high hill, a glorious hill of Christian anticipa tlon. Thee hosts of God have had a long march and fearful battles and defeats have again and again mingled with the victor lee, but to-day we come in sight of the great city, the capital of the univere, the residence of the King and the home of those who are to reign with Him for ever and ever. Look at the towers and hear them ring with eternal jubtlee. LAok at the house of many mansions, where many of our loved onut are. Be hold the streets of burnished gold and hear the rumble of the chariots of those who are more than conquerors. $o fat from being driven back, all the welve gates are wide open for our entran w4 are marching on and marching on, an our every step brings us nearer to the city. At what h-' we shall enter we have no power to foretell, but once enlisted amid the blood washed host our entrance is ar tain. It may be in the bright noonday or the dark midnight. It may be when the air is laden with springtime fragrance or chilled with falling mnows. But enter we must and enter we will through the 'race offered as as the chief of sinners. Higher hills than any I have spoken of will guard that city. More radiant waters than I saw in the Russean valley will pour through that great metropolis. No raging confla gration shall drive us forth, for the only fires kindled in that city will be the fires of a splendor that shall ever hoist and never die. Reaching that shining gate, there will be a parting, but no tears at the parting. There will be an eternal farewell, but no sadness in the utterance. Then and there we will part with one of the best friends we ever had. No place for her in heaven for she needs no heaven. While love and joy and other guraces enter heaven, she will stay out'. attence, beau tiful Patience, long-suffering Patience, will at that gate say: 'Good-bye. I helped you in the battle of life, but now that you have gained the triumph you need me no more. I bound up your wounds, but now they are all healed. I soothed your bereave maents, but you pass now into the ren ions of heaven. I can do no more for you, and there is nothing for me to do in a city whenre there are no burdens to carry. Good-bye. I go back into the wor i from which you came up to resume my tour among the hospitals and sick rooms and bereft households and almshouses. The cry of the world's sorrow reaches my ears, and I must descend. Up and down that poor suffering world I will go to assuage and comfort and sustai until the world itself exrpires and on all its mountains and in all its valleys and on all its plains there is not sne soul left that hasneed of pa tience." The snuade in Brief. The only saloon in New Waverly. Ind., has been driven out by the Anti-Saloon League. The law against open saloops on Sun day is strictly enibrced at M'arion, Ind, according to a prominent liquor organ. The seventh annual report of the Eng lish Women's Total Abstinence Union re sords a total of 310 federated societies. Rockbridge County, Virginia, is now sntirely ender local option, the last dis trict Kerr Creek, having recently voted no license. This excludes the sale of liquors for two years. A dispatch from Simla, India, to the London Daily Mail, states that the Indian (Government has decided to depose the Maharajah of Bharatpur owing to his long ontinued intemperance. Lord 8hafteebery, writing on the nees ity of temperance associations, said: "I am satisfied that, unless they exist, we shonld be immersed in such an ocean of intoxication, violence and sin uas would make this country unbearable." Perhaps no State in the Union can show a better record for temperance than Miss Issippi. In ifthere is not to be found a ingle brewery or distillery and the total aumber of wholesale and retail dealers in fistilled spirits and wholesale and retail lealers in malt liquors which Uncle Sam could find in the entire State liable tO the Uovernment ta, is but 370, AN IRISH BEAUTY WHO REIGNS SUPREME IN BRITISH SOCIETY SILs ad Than the Leveay Mareholees or Dewash15re sad *he lquanly Hand same uIM Mateio Are Easet Counter When oalla Marlowe was in London a few seasons ago and attending a gar den party she had the unique experi ence of meeting a woman who, feature for feature, was so exactly the coun terpart of her own fair self that she confessed that she might have greeted the lovely marchioness of Downshires a_ her own twin sister. It is true that both the charming actress and the equally lovely marchioness are Irish women, but there the relationship epds, while the resemblance can read ily be traced in their photographs a resemblance made all the stronger by the fact that in height, weight and COloring there is scarcely any differ ence between them. Just as Miss Marlowe is considered one of the most delightful women on the stage today, her double, the mar chloness, is regarded as a leading belle and beauty in smart British society, and what is even more to her credit, she is a peculiarly sweet and accom plished woman. Before her marriage she was Miss Hare, granddaughter of' the earl of Listowel, and by her mar riage to the eighth earl of Downshires the Irish beauty, whose pulchritude In a single season had won her wide spread fame, because of the richest of Irish peeresses, second only to her sis ter, marchioness of Londonderry. Like a genuine daughter of Erin, this wealthy and titled woman prefers her Irish homes to those her husband owns in England, and, true to the traditions of her family, she is a won derful horsewoman. Her little 5-year old-son, the little Viscount Hillsbor ough, has been taught to master his pony under her own eye, hand and direction. Coming herself of Irish people, one of the marchioness' proudest boasts is that her husband's family settled in Ireland as long ago as 1573 and that her boys will grow up to be genuine Irishmen. Now sand then she leaves her favorite home in County Down for a glimpse of the London season, and she is not alone conspicuous in the Mayfair drawing rooms for her beauty, but also for the fact that she rarely or never wears any jewels. With a wealth of rich hair and faultless throat and arms, this beautiful woman cre ates a more flatterig impression with out the commonplace pearls, diamonds, etc., that her sister peeresses find ab solutely necessary to their pride and good looks. The light Iron or brass bedstead, with a lapt're that can be easily aired, deserves its present popularity from a hygienic stand point, Frosperlty For 1901. Iadiatlions everywhere point to great prospdrity for the coming year. This Is a sign of a healthy nature. The success of a country, as well as of an individual, do ptads upon health. There can be no health Sthe stomach is weak. If you have any stomach trouble try Hostetter's Stomach Bitters whleh cures dyspepsia, indigestion and biliousness. Obtain our Almanac for 1Il-fres. It contains valuable information. The walls of a sleeping room should be hird dplastred I paper I. used it should be of the webablae, non-absorbent quality whioh is seen frequently nowadays In bath IrooTs rex etlyer o _.t. o n-ervvoe q S aysi usT e of Dru. m G'a O FriSe~ ottie i etesfr Do . Fresh ai and snalight are indispensable to the hesthl bedroom. Alcoves and re cesses for beds are objectionable, unless there is suteleut space for a free ciroulation of air all aound them. The Best PreseSpate fbr Chills sd Fever is a bottle of G0aQV's Tarmlmsa Can.L TOmeo. It is simply tiro and qnulane In a tasteisee ftrm. No are-so pay. Price 00c. Protect the mattress by layingl over it an old blanket, which is far better than a sheet, bese beings woolen, it absorbs prepilra tion without svang a chill, and aso can be aired more sail tn cotton, Sure Cure for Colds When the children get their feet wet and take cold give them a hot foot bath, a bowl of hot drink, a dose of Ayer's Cherry Pectoral, and put them to bed. They will be all right in the morning. Ayer's Cherry Pectoral will cure old coughs also; we mean the coughs of bronchitis, weak throats, and irritable lungs. Even the hard coughs of consumption are always made easy and are frequently cured. Tie sies: 2Uc.,~ c., $IB. If rour driet cannot supply you send.e one dollar ama we will epee a largo botile to you, all chalwse prost sure and glve us y or eserest expres oeeo. Addrse, J. C. Avua Co.. Lowell, Mass. EnpesIve Tloy BRoad. Some children of Macon, Ga., are to have an expensive but highly instruc tive toy in the shape of a complete miniature trolley line about a mile loni, Each car will accommodate eight passengers, and is complete in aI1 details, including electric lights. The railway is to be located is a pri vate park. E CO U R U G IY. I . Po . E lFP ouasa5 by ~poa~~t ·~