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IKE'S lujf *m 3t lilime uta. Jfe s Um 'ate? Uf[.wu- A'r I'M*: IJPPSI 'fured MM, lie Amu it ajiij if of it'irv lll»' t.n n~k p, •if |r i! in-: -ti 1 i sai4 ii en UM Uiurt#. lor ib Saimp.1 t- il.itf lUili* oiti, N*.Ui ft»I« hmt sale rcctiriii If SWi ilf of tl« at}«» CoUiil 'rtounl o a! s troM Uu iTiitur N-",at The cuuns j*i are itierfri i.hwk itv, iritiuii ii (i| n ll.-i ot 1). i. JOE" S| 1 !'|atS^, e lirt never born to go to church," -tearfully xelaimed little Ike Judd, as .his patient mother combed out tho car- OUp ly locks of her only sou and heir, prepar atory to hi* pilgrimage to the Sunday Mr and Mrs. Jndd liv*-l at L—, a. small town in western Illinois. They were poor but in spite of this misfor stune, if :-uch it may bo termed, they were decidedly rich in tho possession of a family li» irloom wliich had been liand Y ed down from gem ration to generation I'iiss' with unbroken faith. It was an old saying. H, w.* "The Judd family are noted for their •enen extreme pioty." and ,)• It was the oft-repeated expression of an aged Methodist minister, a rugged pio neer in the Church militant, who, in his journeyings in those early days, had oft ^and again been the welcome guest at ifche hearthstone of many a representa tive of this remarkable family, whose ,,, name, it seems was legion throughout Uthe wide scope of country in which this BA('I patriarch was wont to labor. And this, his favorite expression, re 'lllsu'k Pea^e^ *n the experience meeting, on Uud'L he camp ground, and around the fes tal board, became of history, and as the Judd family passed from one generation Sill1 to another this religious appellation 3lung to them, and followed the family name like a benediction. Tho grand old prelate has long since :een gathered to his fathers, and ere tke Judd, who, this bright Sunday norning, is receiving his ablutions with jrief, shall have reached his majority, 'our score and ten winters will have swept the uutumn leaves over that old nan's grave. And thin, early in life, greatly to tho torrow of his loving parents, Ike had lounded the key-note of revolt. Ho 'was never born to go to church or Sunday-school, either, for both were .he same to him. Both were a terror o his young heart, and even as he grew )lder the feeling of aversion to places )f divine worship grew upon him. Certainly, here was a break in the 'olden chain. Was it possible that Ike ludd, sole heir to a sacred heirloom of fenerations, would cast away and ig lore his birthright But Ike was a dutiful son, and, hough he regarded Sunday-schools and ihurches with terror, nevertheless at ended with mediocre regularity. At school ho was fairly bright, sur )assing many of his older companions n their studies. At work or play he vas earnest or diligent. Taking it all nail, Ike was far from being a "bad oy." But ho "was never bora to go o chureh." As he grew older his distaste in this 'egard seemed to grow upon him. He ould not bear to hear the teacher tell he same old stories of how bad little oys were punished, while good little K)js died early and, of course went to leaven. He once took a book from he Sunday-school library which was o full of horrible stories that ho could tot sleep for a whole week without hav Mori, ng dreadful dreams. But a too gen rous portion of fruit cake may have had omething to do with them. We don't "xactly know. The long sermons "made his bones )s" che," as he often said. So his parents last gave up trying, and Ike was free latfr h, tifc. o go or not, as he chose. But it was a ierd 0re a®^c^'on Jood-bye!" y 011 these worthy peoph. Juthe- last tho time came for lku to leave ivate.M lis home and seek his fortune else i!, iv."'. There. To how many thousands of the ther boys has this time come So one j1' jj iright September evening Ike bade the e-':. W home and his parents an affect ion ,ty,ii te farewell. south! kn til th"i "You will write to me, Ike, and I now you will be good but won't you romise me to go to church or Stinday choolsometimes?" whispered his moth r. '.»ira "Yes, mother I'll write often, and— fell, I'll go to church, too, sometimes. And he was gone, and out into the 'orld. i, A. I1 It is needless for us to follow our he- Acln o through the sundry and manifold aim" icigsitudes he encountered in his pil rimage, His battle with the world IH'!'- iffered little from that of other young jie. (. aen who started just as lie did. In tli» First,an odd job here another there ip|p, a menial's position at a menial's ftlar^ then something higher and bct '*^nl the"''9*' tillin a few short years we find that in ke in an ex peri need telegraph oppera- Artli 'MT on a great line of railway ranning 1 Robf'hrough the West. place at which Ike was stationed 'SS an important railroad centre, and saiit w11"-'®* position was one of importance and d, rpst. He soon became quite popular lie nw- ith his emplovers, and especially with s o n s i 1 -i i i lMrge number of iade Ate city of 0- .\lsuv, p*,® BTS. it#00 tour railroad men who their headquar- ililii»iik In ail these years that Ike had been ad tii nt from home he never forgot his mo jraiite- He often wrote to her, and his as- j,r'ir«l»a#thathe occasionly attended di- suC'ine worsllip, together with the report eariiiM' ''»the was"doing well, "filled the hearts iiiid j'l', fhisparents with great joy. How little tiiey know that their most earnest wrcli were, in time, to be answered! Ou bright Sunday morning, as Ike was strolling over the beautiful city, his attention was attracted to a proces sion composed of young people, who were marching into a church near by. Their leader bore in his hands a staff from which floated a gorgeous banner of white silk exquisitely embroidered, and which bore these words: I ie vo faithful unto death Instinctively join ing tho throng of children that was pouring into the church, Ike also en tered and took a quiet seat in a corner. The exercises were of no unusual in terest to him, however, and he was rather glad whon the closing hymn was sung. He was about to leave the chureh when an announcement from the super intendent arrested his attention. It' was this: "My dear children, the monthly offer ings of the various classes have been re eeived and counted. Once again does the Bible class receive the banner, hav ing made the largest contribution to the missionary fund. God hless them, they are doing a noble work. But, little children of the ether classes, do not bo discouraged. 'Be ye faithful,'and you may yet receive the beautiful banner." With this the school was dismissed. As the children crowded out, following the Bible class, whose leader still proud ly carried the banner, Ike noticed a group of little children standing near a young lady, watching the banner with longing eyes. This was the infant class with their teacher. Oh, how hard had these little ones tried to earn that ban ner. Their pennies, many no doiibt the fruit of self-denial, had gone toward the cherished object. Not that they would not have given them for for chari ty as willing, but, oh! they longed to possess that beautiful banner. And had never succeeded. "Oh, dear," sighed one little cherub, We have tried and tried to earn that banner. I don't believe well ever get it." "Don't be envious, dear," said Stella C., their teacher, 'be ye faithful,' and we may win it some day." Ike was an interested listener to this conversation. It set him to thinking. Ho went to his room. Tl en it said to himself: The infant class shall have the banner." Knowing that the rule was that tlio class contributing the most money to ward the missionary fund during the month was entitled to carry the banner for the ensuing month, he betook him self to assertain how much the Bible class were in the habit of contributing each week. This he learned by calling on tho superintendent, whom he hap pened to know. It was two dollars per week. The young men composing the class had had tho banner almost all that year. Sometimes they did not attend regularly, but would always make their contributions. The infant class were always in full attendance with their lessons learned and their pennies ready, but each succeeding month doomed them to disappointment. Next Sunday Ike was at the chureh and took his seat behind the infant class, although the superintendent invited him to "come up higher." Perhaps it was a better seat there, or perhaps there was a charm in the deep blue eyes of Stella the teacher of the infant class—we will not attempt to guess. When the hour for sealing up the money envelopes came, Ike leaned over to the seat where Stella sat, and hand ing her a crisp bank bill, whispered: "To go with the contribution of the in fant class toward securing the banner." Then he was gone. The next month our infant class were awarded the ban ner. The surprise of the school, espe cially the Bible class, was nothing com pared to the joy of those little ones. But Ike did not cease his visits to the Sunday-school. In time he learned to know each little one of the infant class by name, and more than that, became the warm friend of their teacher. As before stated, Iko had many friends among the railroad men, and to them he confided his secret of the banner. It at once took like wild-lire among them. Rough and strong as they were, the story of the little infant class and the ban ner touched them. "Let's keep the banner in that class, boys," said Ike. It was the signal of a grand donation. Ike was made treasur er of "Ike's Banner Fund," and the con tributions were liberal. Occasionally a railroad man, who had heard of the matter from some friend, would say to Ike, "Here's a 'shiner' for the fund, Ike." "The fund" grew, and as it required but a small stipend weekly to keep the infant class ahead in contributions,the treasury was always quite full. One day death invaded that infant class. It was a sad death. Little Amy Moor's parents were very poor—she was the joy of that humble home. Iko heard of this sad event and the circumstances of the parents through Stella, and he decided that this was a time when "The Fund" should be drawn upon. And it was. After that sad fu neral after the little white coftin had been buried in the grave where a wilder ness of flowers had been strewn after the earth had been shovelled back, the solemn company of jieople returned homeward. The infant class, their teacher, and Ike alone remained to strew this tiny, new made grave with flowers. And the banner was there. "Be ye faithful unto death." The sorrowing and poverty-stricken parents were not forgotten by "Ike's Fund." Our little infant class had now learn ed to love Ike dearly, and, as for Stella, I am sure she thought very highly of our hero. A picnic. The Sunday-school was to have a picnic in the Urge grove a few miles south of the city. The much longed-for- day dawned at last, bright and clear, and scarcely hud the sun got ten out of bed when load after load of Lappy children and their teacher^ were wending their way to the grove. "You will come down durinfr the day won't you, Ike?" said Stella as the former helped the little ones, one by one, into tin-big wagon. "Yes, I'll try to come down on No. 5. The road runs within half a mile of the grove, and I'll ride down on the engine with Jack, and he'll let me got off at tho big bridge." "Well, Ike, we'll meet you at the big bridge and have a lunch ready." So they drove away, the banner float ing proudly in the morning breeze. No. 5 happened to be late that day and did not arrive until noon. Besides the regular train there were an extra number of coaches filled with excur sionists going west. ".Tack, want to ride down to big bridge on the engine and get off there. Am going to the picnic at the grove." "All right, Ike we've got a heavy train, and we are an hour behind but I guess we can make it up." Ike had always had a desire to run an engine, and often when riding with some gocd-natured engineer friend they would allow him to "run der machine" a few miles. "Can I handle her down to the bridge, Jack?" "Yes, I guess so but we must make uptime. Put on steam." Away they flew. The long train thundered down the gentle declivity, and tho ponderous engino swayed and rocked and rushed forward like the wind. "Etse her a little, Ike we're nearing the bridge." Just then, as they shot around the curve, Ike's eye caught sight of a white signal, "My God! Jack, see that signal? Thero's danger ahead!" Then began the struggle. Steam was shut off ami the engine reversed, as the long, shrill whistle sounded for tho ex tra brakes, There on the bridge, tho little chil dren clinging to her in terror, stood Stella, waving the banner frantically to and fro. Onward came the train, thundering and roaring upon them. But there she stood, pale as death, sur rounded by those little ones, lighting for the lives of those on board—and for his. And how the heroes of the engine worked. At last tho train was under control and was stopped at the brink of destruction. Two broken rails lay across the bridge. Some villian's work. Our infant class and their teacher had come to meet their friend, and found this death-trap. And there, in the face of the king of terrors, they were "faithful." And were not this class and its teach er rewarded for their bravery? Yes, and there was a wedding soon afterward. Ike and Stella were there, and so was the infant class. And so, also, was "Ike's banner." Flower Seeds Worth Their Weight in Gold. From an Interview with a Pittsburg Floriat Just now the fashionable rage is for loose flowers, roses, carnations, lilies of the valley, hyacinths. These are scattered promiscuously over the table at swell dinner partios, and have a most pleasing effect. The latest develop ment in roses is the Bennett tea rose. It was reared by an English horticul turist, and is the popular flower in the east now. This rose is of a deep crim son hue, something similar to the "Jack" rose. It ia certainly a beautiful flower, and they are snatched up eagerly in New York at $1 per bud. A bouquet of Bennett roses, you can well under stand, represents quite an investment. The Marshall Neil rose is still a prime favorite it sells for twenty-five cents. The pearl, a pretty yellow rose, brings 15 cents, and the Duke of Connaught, a fine dark red rose, commands thirty five cents. Lilies are worth thirty cents, camelias fifteen cents and carnations five cents. I have received word that two of the leading florists of New York City have packages of rare Reeds locked up in vaults of the Safe Deposit Com pany here which are worth four times their weight gold. An Iowa Girl Who Dares. From tho Iowa Falls Sentinel. Not many months ago, a young lady walked into our sanctum and applied for work. Her father was dead. He had been a newspaper man all his life time and in his office she had acquired some koowledge of types. This girl, but sixteen years old had started out against her mother's wish to get work away from home and help support the family, for the father had not left them rich. We admired the bearing, and confident tone and the honest clear eyes of that girl. She procured work in a town between here and Cedar Bap ids, Recently we recieved a paper with the name of this young lady at the head as editress, her mother having purchas ed the former paper that her husband had ownd. In a recent issue of the pa per is the following item "If any one was to tell you an editress 1 not a thousand miles from Eagle Grove I grasps the handle of her Washington hand press and pulls off her whole edi tion.without stopping,in less than three hours, you wouldn't believe that would you? Well it's true." I The fair and plucky editress is Muis Katie Prehm, of the Eagle Grove Times. We point her out as an example of Iowa's heroic women, and she deserves great recognition at the hands of tho craft and of the public. She is one of a thou sand,a brave, handsome, energetic, hon est and deserving little woman. May her "edition" sometime require a pow- er pres? worked three hours to finish. 1 1 PELI'SIONS OF T1IE DAFT. Some Queer Casts of ivnple Crocked in the Upper Story. "lllusional insanity! Why. certain ly there is such a thing,1' said Dr. D. D. Richardson yesterday. "Nothing more certain. And no species of in sanity is more easily or more common ly feigned. At the same time the sub jects of that variety of mania are often the most difficult to prove insane. I remember the case of a man named Frank Devlin who was brought to me. llis family assured me he was insane. I had him in my charge for several days, but failed to discover his weak point until one day his son. 1 think it was, came to me mid told me that Devlin had invented an infernal ma chine with which lie hoped to blow up the house in which an objectionable neighbor lived. "Now, this neighbor lived in the same house as Devlin did and was his own lodger. I questioned him about this story. lie told that the neighbor was in a conspiracy with his (Devlin's) wife, and then when he paid her for his weekly board she give it back, and so robbed her husband. Mrs. Devlin was quite an old woman and w as held in good estimation among the neighbors, but they could none of them believe, in Devlin's insanity. "Consequent!)- their indignation at his confinement became so trouble some to her that she took him home, lie had not been homo a week when one evening the lodger was shutting up the shutter, and Devlin, who was sitting on the steps, drew a pistol and shot him through the heart. When his trial came oil'I" had to testify. He called me to the dock and whispered: "'Now, don't you try to prove me insane, because I am not, you know.' 'But they will hang you if I don't.' 'Oh no they won't it was neces sary to rid the earth of such a man they won't hang me.' "Well, he was found insane, of course, and was sent, I think, to Nor ristown. To show how this kind of insanity may be feigned, the case of Solomon Squires will lio for an exam ple. He followed his wife to church, and shot her in the back. Insanity was set up as a plea, but he was sen tenced to death. While awaiting the execution of his sentence, his friends diil all they could to procure a com mutation. In the meantime ho pre tended to be suffering from melan cholia, refused food, read his Bible from morning till night, and went through all the usual symptoms. His sentence was commuted. On the day that this news was brought to him he was sitting in a corner of his cell reading, when the warden said: 'Squires, your sentence is com muted.1 "He jumped up flung the Bible to the other end of the cell and danced a jig with delight. 'I'd sooner spend two lives in a penitentiary,1 he cried, 'than be hang ed. "Emotional insanity is a common cause of murder. I remember a case of a man named Thayer. He had been three times confined for a mania a-potu and was an habitual drunkard. For this reason his wife left him and went to live with her brother. One evening Thayer went to the house, asked her if she would return to him, and on receiving a reply in the neg ative, shot her through the head. He was dazed and stupid when taken to the police station, and showed no consciousness of having committed a crime. His former employer was at first much incensed against him, as were indeed the whole public. "Before he was brought up for trial, however, his employer, who had re flected on the case, and in consecr ation of former services, and remem bering many little occasions when his actions had suggested somo brain dis order, decided to procure the best counsel possible to defend him. "1 was a witness. The prisoner was found insane and acquitted. His old employer did all he could for him, sent him to Cuba and found work for him there. But he was of no use his brain was quite gone. After a while he found his way to Boston, where he died of dementia in a hospital. "Solitary confinement and the dark cell? Yes, sometimes it is productive of insanity, but in how many instan ces does the insanity exist before the criminal is confined? That is where the dillieulty exists in making a diag nosis for a jury. A physician may be perfectly convinced of the insanity of the criminal, but the absence of proof renders him incapable of convincing the jury. "The causes of insanity are varied and the origin of the causes are equal ly varied and obscure. A genuine lu natic does not like to be thought ono, but caref il questioning and patient observation will discover the weak place in nine cases out of ten. "In the tenth case the cleverest and most skillful observer is often baffled, until by som« accident frequently the patient develops the necessary symp tom which goes to prove the wanting element in his or her mental organ Philadelphia Times. John C. Eno, .lr. In speaking of the absconders from New York now in Canada, the Post Dispaleh savs John C. fcno heads the list. He is living at Quebec, The house he rents is large aud the situation delightful. It is two miles and a half from the postollice. The rent he pays—nearly §2,UU0 a year—is. for Quebec, enor mous. This means, proportionately, about $6,000 or $8,000 per year In New York. Rents are very low in old liock City, and Eno's house at Beau- voir is one of the finest in the suburbs. Financially he seems to be at ease. He' drives good horses and is liberal with his money, but socially he is not known. Neither he nor ii is wife is ev er invited out nor are they visited by the society people. Eno has never been asked" to the garrison mess, and does not belong to the only social or ganization in Quebec of any preten sions -(he Garrison club. The old French families do not ask htm to their houses. The doors of the Laturevins, tin* Taschcraus. the Bosses, the Du Chaneys or the DuVals do not open to receive him. His acquaintances are principally made at bar rooms. Some few society men have a nodding ac quaintance with him. I found people wondering that Eno slopped at Que bec. Society is exclusive, and the old noblesse have long memories. When Eno gives "dinner parties" they are only attended bv his legal advisers or speculators who may wish to use him. The commercial club he belongs to is a small place where men of business meet. It has no social significance and does not pretend to it. These men meet Eno in a business way. They do not ask him to their homes. Some of them may drink with him at the St. Louis hotel when they meet him there, that is all. He visits the houses of two oi three personal friends, but these stories about his being received into society are, I was assured, exaggera tions. He paid many visits on New Year's day. Most of them were not returned. He attends cocking mains and billiard tournaments, and he is a constant visitor to St. Koch. This is the roughest suburb of the city. Mrs. Eno is admired, but society people will not receive her. This is owing to her husband's irregularities. It is rumored that he intends to build a large hotel on the island of Or leans. a few miles down the river from Quebec. It is a summer resort and much frequented by the people of the .ancient capital during July and Au gust. It is said he is to have a part ner in his legal adviser. The place proposed for the new hotel is delight ful. The falls of Montmorenci and the great Laurentian range of mountains, said to be the oldest in the world, will be in view on one side. On the other there will be old Stadaeona, with its Indian and pioneer traditions. People say that John C. Eno has shown good taste in selecting such a spot for his proposed speculation, but I found pub lic opiaion in Quebec unfavorable to Eno. The St. John Sell Out. Whether or not Clarkson and Me Cullagh will be aide to establish their original intimation that St. John sold out to the Democrats, the evidence is already very pointed which shows that negotiations were undertaken by Le gate, of Kansas, to obtain $25,000 from the Republican managers to induce St. John to lean toward Blaine in his speeches as between the Republican and Democratic candidates. Legate's advances appear to be known to Clarkson, li. C. Kerens and Col. Dud ley of Indiana, acting for the Republi can committee, and to Senator l'lumb, of Kansas, with whom he is said to have consulted before approaching tho committee. It would appear also that letters and telegrams are in existence which supply documentary evidence of Legate's negotiations. It is not proved that Legate was authorized by St. John to proceed in this matter or to commit him for the sum of £25.000 demanded by the former, but one Wil lard, said to be a nephew and private secretary of Legate, is reported as saying that he wrote a letter to Elkins at the request of Lsgate in regard to tin payment of the money that ho also telegraphed to St. John under Legate's instructions asking if the financial negotiations with Elkins should proceed and that Legate sub sequently told him (Willard) that it was all right and he shoud go ahead. If all the outlined evidence shall .aa terialize, Mr. Legate will be compelled to show St. John's assent to these negotiations or stand convicted of having attempted to use his relation? with the prohibition candidate to make some money on his own account. The situation is certainly growing interest ing.—Kansas City Star, Jan. 14. The Philosophical Side. Lower animals, as the horse, the dog, the elephant, the beaver, ami such insects as the bee, have intelligence and memory, but we have no knowl edge that they are conscious. Those who affirm their consciousness must prove it. If tho horse is conscious we are not conscious of it, nor can tho horse assert it. Nature has not yet been so unmerciful to the horse as to make him conscious of his lot. The difference between these two kinds of mind force is this: The man thinks, and he thinks about his thoughts—he knows that he knows—he is conscious of his own consciousness. The horse thinks, but he does not think about his thoughts. He may know, but he does not know that he knows.—Iioch esler Chrotiiclc. Jews in Prussia. Ill 1 SIC there were in Prussia 12:1.938 Jews, in 1H1 3 2fj.527. in 1861 202,OUO, aud in 1MS0 303,790. Seventeen per cent of all Jews in the kingdom reside in Berlin. Jews emigrate from Prussia much faster than they immi grate to Prussia. Between 1822 and 1840 the immigrants were in excess bv 10,4H), but since then the emigrants have had the majority by 35,100. In HS80 there were li],000 foreign Jews residing in Prussia, of whoni'tne great er part were Russians.—Philaddvhia Press.