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THE FAMILY BIBLE.
'Twlxt sober boardH, girth thick, page largo, .With plain, square text and generous marge, And cherished plates, thrice sacred ltl First, for Its wealth of Holy Writ; Again, for hands that forth it bore And ope'd It, to disclose Its lore; Again, for crypt where long have stood The record of a house and blood. Oh, peaceful morns! Oh, gentle eves! When father waked to speech Its leaves, And all the household, gathered round, Fed on the manna of the sound ; And In a reverent circle there Upon their knees were Joined in prayer With quavering age and childhood's throut United In one common note. Close shut within this hallowed tome We rend the story of a home. Here lined, iw told beneath each head When father, mother, children, wed Who came to bless sweet Joys and they With trembling and reluctant pen Slow added, e'en as ("Sod decreed, The roll of those who tilled His need. Dear hands that once Its pages turned Have gained the rest they well had earned; Dear forms that once knelt side by side Have strayed afar, are scattered wldo; The covers show the print of years; The records yield to time and tears ; Hut In its majesty of truth The text preserves eternal youth! -Edwin L. Sabln. A Man and His Word Emm mmm USK was descending over the Wastebrook district descend ing prematurely, because the wind from the east drove vast clouds of smoke and fumes from innumerable blast furnaces and towards the Retting tun, whose fading light It veiled, though now and then the slanting rays pierced Uirough the great black cloak of com Werce and momentarily danced upon phc dust-laden air and the dirty, ugly nd. A man stood on the sloping side of no of the many slag hills which lay !n all directions, and by their dull gray- I M A MAN OF MY WOItl).' iiess added immeasurably to the gen eral hldeousness of the district. lie was counting the furnaces with their ibelchlng columns of llame and the great stacks from which Issued dense black and yellow smoke, which rolled and colled across the sky towards the set ting sun and iloated on the lower strat um of the air like dirty oil. He was a big, loose-limbed man, in dll-fittlng clothes. His long gray beard ind mustache and his determined-looking mouth, and his bushy eyebrows cast Bhadows over his deep-set eyes, which were ever alight with human kindliness or Hashing resolution. He had a mas terly air, and, despite a slight stoop, the bearing of a proud conqueror. "I'll damp them all down!" he ex claimed, pointing a great linger to wards u line of seven furnaces, from behind which rose a cluster of Immense tnokestacks. "I'll shut them all down! fcay, I won't, though. I'll tire them With my own fuel, and they shall blast ld Baymond's fortune as surely as Jhey they are now smelting his ore! 1 fiave bided my day, and it has come." ills lingers curled Into the palm of his hand suddenly, and It was theu a fist lie stretched out towards Raymond's foundry. "I will crush him with his own wenpou! But I will give him a chance for memory's sake I'll give him one chance!" and his voice softened into a whisper as ho lowered his arm. He descended from the slag bill and turned his broad bnck on the grimy lit tie city of furnaces, foundries and mills, and went along the rugged, ash-strewn roud towards the little valley which lay tsyond sound of the roaring town and fleyond reach of the sulphur-loaded air, though not beyond the darkening luflu ace of aok when the wind blew from i3 the west, for noonday was dusk in the valley when commerce drew Its grimy cloak from hill to hill. But now the wind was from the east and blew al most fresh, and tbo little valley smiled up at John Allen as if it took him for a stranger and was amused in antici pation of his surprise to ilnd It sltu ated so strangely there to llnd it green und blooming, while the hilltops and outstretching uplands were barren, brown, scorned as a resting place even by the seed of outlawed thistledown. Half way down the winding roadway to the valley, partly hidden by a belt of stunted trees, stood a large house with extensive stabling and an ornate conservatory. John's eyes took In the details of the place witli an angry gleam; It had looked much the same thirty-odd years before, when lie had bent ids way .to wards it for the first time. And It brought back to his mind vividly the incidents of that visit; the cold, cut ting courtesy of the man who had wheedled away the woman he hnd loved by Hattery and promises; the man's well-bred attitude of cynical at tention. "It Is true, Mr. Allen, I have pointed out to her that you are but a working man ; an excellent worklngmau, i lmve no uoubt, but still a worklngman, earn ing a humble wage, which Is, I feel sure, though I have no exact knowledge on the subject, quite insumelent to pro vide her with more thnn the mere es sentials of life," Raymond had said, with the calmness and deliberation of a man who Is not afraid, though Allen could see he trembled. "I do not feel that I have laid the case before her in a way unfair to you, sir; I have no need to, for the facts as they stand pro claim her engagement to you she Is a girl of superior rank, tastes and so on most Injudicious; and your state ment that she lias declined to see you supports my hope that she has finally decided to become mistress of Valley House, where she will have all she cares to ask for. I may add that I love her; it may excuse anything In my conduct which you, with excusable proj udlce, may regard as not quite fair. I do not wish to make enemies. At the same tlmo I am not dependent on any man's friendship." It was the same Raymond, grown old, who half rose as Allen was shown Into the same room more than thirty years later on a somewhat similar mission. Tlie change in Allen was more marked than the change In Raymond. He was now too old to fumble with his cap as he had done too conscious of his iower to be abashed by the other's steady glare, and It was another's heart that be had come to gladden. "I've come to speak about my boy my Bob, Mr. llnymond," ho said, stralghtly. ".Sit down, Allen. Your son V Yes; a tine lad a tine, good-looking young man. I passed him yesterday, and it struck me theu that ho Is just the figure you were at his age," said the Iron founder, leaning back In his chair. "He's a chip off the old block, Mr. Raymond, but trimmed and pollahed so that the grain of him shows up better than It did or does in the old block It self. He'd make a very lino husband for your daughter." "A very worthy young man, no doubt." said Raymond, calmly, without change of his agreeable smile. "But the Idea you mentlou Is manifestly ri diculous. 1 have told my daughter so, I. have told him so, and that ought to have been enough." Allen drew his great hand over his beard twice or thrice and stared straight at the Iron rounder. "I'm not going to argue with you, William Raymond," he said, gravely; "you can beat me at that -you (lid once before, li you remember. And we're old men now, widowers, both of us, with a child apiece, and so it Isn't seemly, perhaps, for us to argue on love affairs. But remember your IMi.vIHh' mother ought to have been my wife. She's the spit of her mother, and my boy loves her as I well, that's past and ought to be forgotten. It Isn't, though, and I 1 well, I've set my old heart on my Isiy marrying my lost dar ling's daughter. There, William Ray mono'. 1 know " "We should get on much better If you could eliminate sentiment from the discussion, though, really, any discus sion on thlB subject Is wasted breath, time and Ingenuity." Alien stiffened, and the kindly light In his eyes changed to a gleam of an ger. "You mean you're prepared to break her heart as you broke her mother's?" he exclaimed. "For you know you did break Mary's heart! She'd have got over waking up In the midst of your luxuries to llnd she'd left her heart In my cottage if you'd only treated her properly !" "Silence, sir, Hlience!" said Raymond, sternly, white to the lips. "I'm not saying you treated her bad ly, man; but yon didn't lake her right. And what with this and that she pined you know she did! And you'd see her daughter pine In some swell's house and my boy eating out ills heart rather than allow her to marry the son of a worklngmau !" "I think you have forced this topic on me very unfairly, Mr. Allen," said the Iron founder. "My boy will be rich" "Very unfairly. I was under the Im pression you wished to see me on a matter of business." "You're on your last legs, man yon know you are! You're running your furnaces simply to bluff your bankers, In the hope you will get the Casehall contract." "I think you hail holler be going, sir," said Raymond, evenly. "I have " "Not yet. I've one more thing to say. I have worked for this hour. I said to you thirty years ago, as you stood stiff and cold and held that door open for me a broken-hearted man I said that the aim of my life would be to ruin you. I didn't speak rashly, for even then I had ideas In my mind. But now I give you a chance! Let them marry they love each other! Their hearts have sought each other In spite of every obstacle; they were born for each other. Give your consent" "I have some letters to write." .Ray mond murmured, glancing over his table deprecatlngly. "You won't V" said Allen, harshly. "Well, look at that!" lie tossed a pa per under the Iron founder's eyes. "That's the Casehall contract. Mr. Ray mond, that you depend on getting for your financial salvation. I've secured It, hacked by Banksldcs, who've had their knife in you some time. The con tract is the price of my partnership with them, and means a fortune. At one stroke I go up and ypu go down!" Raymond nervously picked up the contract and began to peruse it. As he did so the cloud that had gathered on his face faded, and he smilingly tossed the paper buck to Allen. "I wish BanksiuVs Joy," lie said, In a thin voice. "They can't produce pig iron at the price." "Yes, we can," returned Allen, confi dently. "Under my process we can sell at that juice and make 12 per cent bet ter profit than you can. 1 give you a chance, Raymond! Let Phyllis marry my boy, and you shall have this con tract and my prongs on the same terms on which I go to Banksides." "You ought to give me credit for hav ing more fixed Ideas." "You won't?" "Exactly; I won't. I am very much obliged for your magnanimous offer, all the same." "Well, presently you'll come knocking ut my door asking me to buy your daughter for my son to put bread in your niouUi! We shall see! You love the girl and you loved Mary, but in your plghcadedness you'd spoil the girl's life and my Bob's as you sjkI1(h1 her mother's and mine, I wish you good evening, William Raymond." "Wood evening, Mr. Allen," said the Iron founder, courteously, moving un easily in ids chair. "You won't? Remember, I'm a man of my word." "Good evening, Mr; Allen," repeated Raymond, softly, touching the table bell for n servant. "No, Bob, dear; I couldn't do It. Father's getting an old man, and he has frightful worries Just now. Can I, his only child, the only person ho has to love nd to- love him, absolutely defy his wishes.' Wo must wait, as wo have waited, and derlvo patlenco from the knowledge, that youth and fortune1 are on our nltiv, I baye the distant memory ' of my mother to think of, and my ' heart tells me she would bid mo Walt." ( "You're quite light, my dear," said John Allen, before his son could aprak, 1 resting his arms on his great olllce desk and smiling benignly at the girl. "It can't hurt either of you to wait a little longer, after waiting so long. We all have to bide our time. You can go on preparing the glided cage, Bob; Ray mond will come round." Robert Allen glanced at his father quickly, und dropped his sweetheart's hand as If he had suddenly lcon re minded of something he had to say. "Ho stopped me this afternoon," he said, after hesitating. "It was very awkward. Ho was quite pleasant comparatively that Is and I'll admit It. seemed to cost him an effort." "Oh, I'm so glad!" said Phyllis Ray mond, brightly. "I'm sure he'd be as nice as possible If he could forget to be obstinate." "Hum!" grunted John Allen. "I'm not. sure he'd be nice If be chanced to glance In at this office at the present moment and caught you here, my dear." "Oh !" cried the gfii, springing to her feet. "You don't think he would come here here! do you?" "He might," answered John, dryly. "You remember what happened when the mountain wouldn't go to Moham med?" "I thought I was quite absolutely safe from detection anywhere In Bank sides' foundry, Mr. Allen." "So you would have been, any time, till to-day." "Ob, 1 must go, then. 1 should sink Into the ground If lie suddenly came In!" "It's nonsense, dearest," Robert Inter posed. "Your father wouldn't put his nose Inside the gates for a million of money." "He's doing It for very much less than that," said John Allen, who was looking out of the window. "Coming?" cried Phyllis. "Plenty of time, dearest," said Rob ert, taking her hand. "We'll perforin a strategic movement and retire In order through the works. Quick! Kiss me, dearest ; dad's not looking." "But he might glance around. I'll kiss you outside." "The place Is full of workmen. There, It's too late!" he muttered, as John turned around. "See Phyllis safely out of the works, Bob," said the old man, "and come back within call." Robert opened a door Into the foun dry and gently urged the girl out of the room ; then looked back and whispered significantly : "There's a bankruptcy notice on Raymond's yard gate." "I know," answered John, quietly, re turning to his desk chair. lie sat well back, with Ills chin on his chest, and has great legs stretched out under the desk. There was a heavy, dogged look In his eyes. This was the moment of his triumph; lie was already rich, and Raymond was ruined and about to sue for mercy. Raymond was so long In making ills appearance that Allen began to think lie had changed his mind and left the foun dry. But presently the door opened and he came in. He was evidently embar rassed by finding himself In the olllce of the man who had crushed him, and his smile was nervous and lifeless. "Good afternoon. Allen," he said, hes itatingly, offering ills hand. "Good afternoon, Mr. Raymond," re turned Robert's father, apparently not seeelng the extended hand. "I have come to say," said Raymond, pulling off his gloves to ease bis sense of awkwardness, "that I have carefully reconsidered my attitude toward you and your son, sir. and er and l have come to the conclusion that I am not Justified In continuing my objection to Phyllis' marriage to Robert. Jf my change of attitude surprises you, I may explain that I had no personal animus towards your son, but er considered, and justly considered, as I think you must realize, that It was not expedient not sane to allow the marriage while be lacked the means to make her happy, especially as I was not, even then, In a position to give her a dowry. Now. however, of course, our relative posi tions are completely reversed, and I have therefore no excuse for maintain ing my attitude of objector to the mar riage. I may, Indeed, say that I wel come your son as my son. But I thought it best to see you on the matter." Allen nodded Ids head silently and thoughtfully, and folded his arms across ids massive chest, with the air of a man who had Just heard what he expected to hear. There was a pause. Raymond licked his lips and glanced' round him nervously. "Are you open to consider a business proposition?" he said, looking shrewdly at Allen, who nodded. "You probably know" there was a ring of bitterness In his tone "time my foundry Is 'now In bankruptcy?" "I have the particulars before me," said Allen, stretching out a hand and picking up a slip of paper. "You were more Involved than I thought." "I could have pulled through If I had not missed one Or- two contracts at the critical period' returned Ray mond, stiffly, "and If I could have com pleted tne contracts I hnd lu huad b- J fore this trouble 1 could have hem out; but funds were low and my bankers would not back mo. Now, I may et weather the storm. Mr. Allen, If if you will agree to my proposition that you let me smelt, according to your process, l paying you a royalty on every plg-bcd filled." Allen rose, as Raymond paused anx lously and began to puce the olllce. "If I can do that," continued Ray mond, In a voice that seemed to Issue from a parched throat, "I can pull through, for I can execute the contract within the stipulated time, and my crcd Itors, realizing that, since I have your process, I can enter the market with you up to a certain output, will not break me up." "In a word," said John, gravely, "you waut me to save you?' "You will profit by the royalties. I think It Is a fair business proposition 'M thins: you might glvo me credit for having more fixed Ideas," Alice muttered, reflectively, combing his bean) with his fingers. "I'm a man of my word, Mr. Raymond, and I said I would ruin you, and I have mined you by fair business methods. But, mou, mon, lie cried, suddenly dropping Into tha old vernacular and stretching out ;t huge hand, "we're gett'n on I' leef, an' Ah cauna forget our Mary." Phila delphia Telegraph. HUNTED BY A COUGAR. VnrrtMV Km-iipr of .Mini Who TliougM Tln-m- llniNlN llitrnili-Hw. Most hunters ami nuturiiilstH say that the cougar will not hunt man, writes Charles J. Llslo lu Outdoor Life, t thought so for fifteen years, then learned 1 was wrong. I came near learning It Just a second too late. 1 had been fishing lu a small stream In Northern Idaho, and was alxnit to start, for homo when 1 saw a large cou gar cross an open space between two trees. 1 bud liunled cougars for years and thought I could safely despise them, even though unarmed. So 1 went on. But this cougar was different from others It came out to meet me. 1 mo tioned as if to throw a stick at It. Still it crept nearer, snarling ami Showing It. teeth as It flattened Itself In the grass. 1 ran a few steps toward It, hoping to frighten It. Instead It crouched for a spring, for I was not more than a rod away. Thoroughly frightened, I yelled at the top of my voice. No panther ever screamed more horribly, nor In such deadly earnest. That, was effective, for the beast dashed back Into the wood In fright, while I lost no time In returning to camp. Securing my rifle, I carefully retraced my path up the stream where I had seen the cougar. As 1 Intended to prospect the country for several days, I dared not risk the animal attacking me again unprepared. I walked through the heavy windfall timber with rifle cocked and ready for Instant use. But I saw no sign of the cougar. I crept over logs, following the course of the stream, up beyond where I thought I had heard the bel lowing of cattle. Still I found nothing. I was obsti nately pressing forward whim I felt a premonition, an overpowering Inclina tion to look backward. The look camo near being my last. The cougar was hunting me. Them on the log 1 had Just climbed over and' Just lu the act of springing on my bade was the largest cougar I had ever seen. Silent, and sure as a shadow It had followed my trail, wailing for Just thl.t moment. Already it was contracting Its muscles as I swung my ride around. There was no time to film. With a quick snapshot 1 fired at the creature, Jerked the lever of the gun desper ately to throw In another cartridge and braced myself for the shock. The shock did not come. The one bullet had done the work of death. The cougar, with its back broken, hung helpless across tho log, unable to finish the spring It had begun. in its agony It seized a young pine tree growing beside the log and made its great teetli meet lu the tough wood. The tree was as large as a man's leg. J have, the cougar skin as a trophy with only two seconds between us in the race for lis ownership, I count II as a prize worth keeping. And I go no more unarmed out Into tho great woods, with the words of naturalists aa my only protection against wild beasts 1 much prefer a good rllle. Cannllc Cum men t. "I notice," said De Biter's friend, "that Crittlck says you 'write above the heads of the people.' What does that mean?" "Well," replied De Rlter, "It appear to mean that he considers himself 'the people.' "Philadelphia Press . laat After ('omiiiencrii)iit. "Are you going to take your son Into business with you?" "Not now. I'm going to wait until lie has forgotten all he's b-n taught.'' Llpplncott's. "It's an outrage," .said a man to day.