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5TO 8. VOL. Ill, NO. 2(,5._NEWPORT NEWS, VA., SUNDAY, NOVEMBER (j, 1808. PRICE S'^^S^e^cen?1"8 nm \wc- ^jc ss?ir ***** ^sjp ^jt ^aar ssjt n?^t saa? <?? v^j? EXPECTS A MILLION DOLLAR CHURCH OFFERING. The Rev. Mr. Simpson Was Not at All Surprised to Raise $1 ?2,000 at One Collection How People Are Brought to Give. XJBT TH!> -jf Sif Vf if 'J*?I*Z? \& The "man oT Cod" who ou his pulpit ; platform in New York has the Midas- i touch and ut a beckoning of Iiis linger can draw money in thousands out of ! the pockets of au audience plain in ' fashion und in speech, largely of the humbler classes. Uev. A. It. Simp son, of the Christian and Missionary ! alliance, is ussurodly u character in I the religious world of to-day. It was \ this preacher that on October 10, in a j morning and evening meeting' in his auditorium, the Episcopal tabernacle, | amassed the sum of $1111.000 in actual | cash. By many thousands is this the "collection record." The man who has accomplished, however, does not con? sider it at all extraordinary. "Within a few years," lie said, the other night, in the study of his resi? dence at Nyack, 3?. Y., "I expect our 'offering' will amount to a million dol? lars?yes, in one single day." It has been contended by many that at these scenes of "Ottering" there was much "stage play." that while some money undoubtedly did pour in. a great proportion of the sums announced were fictitious, intended merely to arouse the assemblage and stimulate it into giv? ing. To many it has seemed incredible that such a total as $<JG,000 could be do? nated in a single morning. People have more: than once openly doubted the possibility. But competent au? thority has made it known that the financial miracle has really been w'lo light. Seated opposite thii man in hisstuny I talked with him for an hour and more, watching closely his face and tearing-, seeing if I could delect any? thing of a mask in this preaeher-ex horter, a mannerism that would reveal a possible deception. It was impor? tant to learn this?the fact of the au thentleify of these "offerings"? ?though of the value of the service of the alliance ut home and iu foreign lands there can be no doubt. jj irj.J'nilec this scrutiny the famous evan? gelist did not for a moment flinch. He went quietly on with his very simple tale. Ills slim, ministerial figure in its EUtt of clerical black lay back in a half coiled attitude in his big study chair. The room had rows of book shelves j around three sides, a desk that looked j like the desk of a financier, and it j library table, untidy with its litter of papers and volumes. Dr. Simpson him- j self is n small man, with bright eyes, r.n olive complexion and a close black heard. A small, shaggy dog roving about the room punctuated our conver? sation with sharp barks. The evange? list's eyes moved restlessly, without cessation. "I touched the cord that was vibrat? ing," lie said. "There hardly seemed any need to ask. I only spoke half an hour?a brief half hour. And then the money began to come in. All over tin: autli tori urn people began writing out cards and sciiding-tliem up. The sums ranged from 50 cents to $10.000. "Five hundred uud more people con? tributed to it, I should say, made up this amount. I call this $112,000 actual cash, but some of it was pledged. That is. It was not handed up to us in money but was put at our disposal. The $10. 000 will come to us during the year, probably in two or three or four checks as ive need it, as we call for it, perhaps $2.50u at once, perhaps even $5.000 in a lump. "The names of the donors we do not like to give. We ourselves know them, but should we make these nnmes pub? lic, much of the contributing would be cut off. These people give quietly; tliey do not- want to be found out. One contributor is a lady who gives us $5.000 a year. That this may not be found out, that the risk of its being even sus? pected may be lessened, she sends this Tnoney to us?always?in three sep? arate checks. Many people know that she contributes to the Allnnce, but no one that she gives anything like this Eum. "Wonderful, do you say, that we raise nil this mouey? No, not at all! The object of the Christian alliance tins been to seek through the country and find out people who believed in u deep . er spirllunl life and a return to the apostolic idea, people who would devote a certain part of their Income to our oims. You will not find people of fash? ion nniong us, though you will find many who have much money. These people give us so much year after year. \Ve can coinit on them. ; "There are servants, servants In old families like that of Mr. John Colgate who (five us $100 a year; some more than that, nearly their old savings.. They are servants who get Iron: twen? ty-live to forty dollars a month and need nothing. They are well taken eure of. They conic to as with their money. "Once we used to spend this on clothes.-' they say. 'i'.ut we are happier with? out new clot his. now that we know the Alliance. We want the money to gc for the glory of God.' "Mrs. Simpson's I!il>Ic class here in New York, a class of IG pirls. made up $2,000 for us last year. Instances like this show where the money comes from. "Why. sir, men are to-day in busi? ness, avowing to turn their proiiistwer to us. We have to-day $115.000 in stocks, real estate and bonds, present ed to us within the past two years thut we are waiting a favorable op port unity to sell. Should we dispose of it now it would be sold at a disadvan i tage, a loss. We expect to realize the I whole of the SI 15.000 before long. "A good proportion of this consists of u block of stock in a new invention, a recently-patented article of great commercial possibilities that is soon to be put upon the market. The man who I owned the most of the company be? lieves in our work. lie lias made over j a great proportion of iiis stock directly I 1o us. lie liar, already spent thousands on i Iiis company. "1 tell you this that you may see how it is that we raise our funds. This offering the other Sunday is not the only instance. Up at Old Orchard Reach. Me., this summer we collect? ed $50,00!) on the platform at one meet? ing. Our expenses increase, each year, never by less than 20 percent. Now I am I speaking only of our mission work in foreign lands. The work at home we never estimate as regards expense. TCaeb of the 200 brandies throughout this country pays its own cost. These operate 50 to 00 'rescue missions' in the various cities. The work is to es? tablish missions and when they are well founded to turn them over to peo pie who will pay for their continuance. Our collections, the 'offerings.' ore for our 'work beyond.' ''We do not go to where the various churches have established missions, but 'beyond.' Thus this past summer our young men have found their way Into Thibet. The college here at Nyack turns out 50 missionaries each year. "This year we are spending $150,000. Next year 1 am certain tile sum will reach $200,000. We are eight years old und as I remember the first year we spent $5.001), the second year $10.000, the third year we jumped to $00,000 aud the fourth year to $00,000. "The people who give us this money we found, as I have said, all over tue country. You can understand that they do not want to be known as large contributors to our movement. The most of them ure members of regular churches. They are Baptists, Presby? terians. Congrcgationaiists, Methodists and eitii Episcopalians. They give to ! their churches, often largely. We never i ask for tliein to give to us first. We ask i them to give to use besides for our I 'work beyond'?which the churches Jo j not do. lint if it were known that they \ contributed extensively to us these church societies would feel that this money should have come to them. ,' "Thus," and 1 he evangelist of Midas i touch leaned yet further back in his I chair and the flexible voice that had so ? much power went on. "it is better that I these people should not be known | That the money docs come to us in ever I increasing amounts is evident from our printed balance sheet. I "One reason, the reason, I suppose." i Dr. Simpson continued, "that we get this money is because the contributors fel that every cent of it goes to the work. Wc have no costly mission bouses or boards to support, our ma? chinery of management is simple. None of our missionaries are paid; they gel only their bare expenses. All our labor here is volunteer. I myse/f do not even get a salary. "We do not believe in 'higher criti ! cism.' in the l'olychrome Rible. in mod j crn liberalism. Nor do we find that we I can save the heatheu by a liberal and i progressive Christianity. They .cat! i that in the east no better than a system of philosophy. We believe in and we teach the inspiration of theScriptures." CROMWELL, CM ILDE. Tobacco seeds are so minute that I thimbleful will furnish enough plant? for an acre of ground. Ellen Osborn's Fashion Letter NEW VOUK.?A clever girl who is to be one of the Tbutiksgiving brides is displaying much ingenuity in tha management of her trousseau. In order 10 make n little money pro? vide for many social emergencies, every? one of her tailor dresses is made with a tight-tit ting basque und shirt waist, so that she may alternate between the close and easy bodices. Her evening dresses have three waists each; one decollete, one high in throat and with elbow sleeves for receptions and small dinners, and one dainty shirt for occa? sions even less formal. This girl's clolh costumes are almost unique in their simplicity. The braid, the embroidery-, the applique of the winter's fashions are conspicuously ab? sent. "Why?" asked a girl friend who had begged to accompany her to the dressmaker. "Well," said the Thanksgiving bride, "1 do not quite subscribe to the doc? trine that 'a fashion that is a fashion is no longer a fashion;' but my friends who know tell me that from over-triui ming we shall -swing back to little or no trimming, and so I follow my own taste for simple gowns." "The finest costumes I have made within a mouth," said the dressmaker in eorroborution, "ure very little trimmed." The bride's traveling costume, which is nearly finished, has a tweed skirt in large, soft-toned plaids in dull blues and greens. At the hem ie a narrow baud of black fur broadtail. The smart, tight-fitting coat of dark green cloth has a collar band covered with the fur. "One touch more would spoil it." said the dressmaker. To the sleeves of this gown the dress? maker did not accord the same ap? proval. "They should be tighter," she maintained discontentedly. "I'll tell everybody it's not your fault if my arms are not us crooked us other peoples," returned the bride with a touch of mischief. "Do you know 1 was in a fashionable private school in New York the other day when the teacher tried to rest the girls in the middle of a study period by putting them through the simplest kind of gymnastic drill. It. was just u five minutes' affair with rods, not the sort of thing for which gymnnsiuru suits are necessary; but out of 2-1 girls three couldn't life their arms for the up and down movements. The teacher?a man?didn't under? stand the trouble, but I knew in a 'minute; they were wearing the new sleeves." Another of the bride's day dresses ?which has a fur trimming is a gray cloth redingote to be worn with a j sl: 'htly darker gray velvet underskirt, j w .ich is finished with a brond band of I chinchilla. .The redingote has rovers I faced -.vlth a rose-pink brocaded silk; j it fastens with large porcelain buttons. ! The roll collar at the back is of gray j velvet with the merest edge of chin i chllla. I Fur is the bride's weakness in dress ! matters; she introduces it whenever cx I ruse offe?. A theater dress of dull rose j corded silk is trimmed with double frills of black mousseline de soie, headed with bands of sable. It has a vest of bell ?ncl collar TiantT bt einen eu?*i. For the Inevitable block satin skirt which seems to be in every woman's possession she has provided a waist of cream lace made over pale blue and trinvmco! with bttble. and another of a curious green velvet, embroidered with jet In a flower pattern and arranged with n lace yoke nit out n little below the collar, so that the waist is neither high nor low. It is delightful to shop with a girl who is going to be married, her sense or irresponsibility has a fascination. For once in her life she can buy what she wants, or very nearly so. This par? ticular girl met with her first serious disappointment in front of a long cape of black velvet which rounded away in front and hung in folds on the shoul? ders. It was a wonderfully pretty af? fair, trimmed with revvs of lace inser? tion, studded with steel and finished with a deep tlounco of broudtuil at the bottom. It had a brocade lining and was fastened at the throat with a cream lace scarf that reached to the ground. The ripple shoulder cape of broadtail was surmounted by a high collar of the same fur. "Isn't it provoking?" the little shop? per demanded. "When we had big sleeves and needed capes to keep them from crushing, the fashion was coats; now that sleeves are smaller than the arms, almost, the prettiest things are capes, and capes of such a shape and length that most women are guys in them. Just look at me in this!" The plump, dimpled little creature certainly was comical in the enveloping cape, reaching to her knees. "All the fashions are made for women of live feet eight nno lean as rails," she sput? tered; "but I'm not as badly off as women who don't fit the fashions and don't know it. Show me something for my figure," she demanded of the saleswoman. That individual brought out coats longer than the cap-^s; redingotes with deuii-trains. A beautiful garment of castor, covert lined with fur through? out, and with high for collar, cults and ) rovers, was all but irresistible. "Suit? able ouly for a carriage wrap," the I little shopper said, firmly. "Full length i coats are too heavy *o walk in." "Most fashionable garment of the season," protested the saleswoman, pro I ducing as a substitute three-quarter I coats cut on the same line- as the j longer ones, curving up shortly in front and dropping in the back like a cut? away. One like a lengthened Louis XVI. "?Ht w?.s of castor, covert lined with . ..arm rich red and ornamented with broad revers of mink, whose rip? ples were accentuated by lace frills. "Impossible for a short woman " said the bride, "and an ugly length for a tall woman. Three-quarter coats are fit only for women of medium height and perfect figure.'' "There are box coats," said the sales? man, dubiously, "and tight-fitting short jucke Is; in fact, there nre gar? ments of every length, but Ihe three qunrter coats, next the full length are the most desirable " "Not for me; not for any short worn I tui" ?Aid thii brj.de, shaking her head In the end we laid aside two gar? ments for 'papa's" approval?a short close-fitting real coat with rovers, col? lar and euC:.. of caracul, nnd. If the price of t his :.honV\ cot be fort hcomlng. a shoulder cape thai ou,o might have supposed to be mace of a*\<ecullarl.Y soft gray moire, but that was reaUy of undyed baby lnmb. This second /-tir ment was edged with a frill of chin? chilla nnd tied at +he throat with n lace scarf. There went with It n muff of the same two furs-, ndorned with vel? vet bows and lace Mils, and a fur toquo trimmed with blnca ostrich featherB. a senrf of green chiffon and a bunch of green leuves. KT.T.FN OSnORN WIVES WEEDED. Necessity Compels Relaxation of Mi sosnyiat Cecil Ilhoilc?' llule tn Soutli Africa. British South Africa is sadly in need of wives, according to late accounts from that land of diamond mines and millionaires. The chartered company of which Cecil Rhodes is the head has for years frowned on the idea of mar? riage among its mounted police, civil servants and other employes. This ob? jection has ( mounted to practical pro? hibition, and is well known to have been the result of Iihodes' misogynist views, he being a confirmed woman hater. In the past year or two a number of his best men have left the company's serv? ice rather than subscribe to Sir Cecil's peculiar notions to the extent of re? maining single for life. The result has been that other lead'ng members of the chartered company have taken the mat tor up. They pointed out that unless a reversal of policy, were manifested things would soon assume a serious as? pect, as important affairs would be left in the hands of the least reliable of the company's csrvants. Sir Cecil pave the matter due consideration, nnd. finding that the prolest had most substantial grounds, has surrendered. According? ly an edict lias gone forth among the chartered company's officials promis? ing that preference in promotion will bo given to married men, and advising all those who can do so to enter forth? with into the bonds of matrimony. The Snltnn's Thronrroom. The throneroom of the sultan, at Constantinople, is a gorgeous sight. The gliding is unequaled by any other building in Europe, and from the ceil? ing hangs a superb Venetian chande? lier, the 200 lights of which make a gleam like that of a veritable sun. At each of the four corners of the room tall candelabra in baccarat glass are placed, and the throne is a huge seal j covered with red velvet, and having arms and back of pure gold. Vine* Ar?* Long I.iveil. The vine attains a great nge, con? tinuing fruitful for at least 400 years. It is supposed to be equal to the oak as regards longevity. Murdered Rulers ot I!n??la Of the 11 emperors and empresses of Hussla between Peter L and Alexander fl. four have been assassinated C al I e r (w i fiydj a n u s c r i pi; ? T hcT, y o u can't use the poem? May I asik what ails it? Editor?Well, It lacks what might be called the true poetic fire. Caller?Couldn't that be?ah?im? parted it in some way? Editor?Well, you might try sticking it in the stove.?Chicago Tribune. Revised to Suit. "M"y motto," said the new boarder, "is to pay as you go." The landlady shook her head. "It wouldn't do in my business," she said. "A man might hang around a month and then forget his rnoito. My motto is pay Saturday night oi " ?*?-??1. ir, elttlns with his little, worn-out shoe And scarlet stocking lying on my knee, ] ] knew the little feot had pattered through The pearl-set gates that lie 'twist heaven and me, 1 could be reconciled, and happy, too. And look with glad eyes toward the jasper sea. 5f, In the morning, when the song of birds Reminds mo of muslo fur more sweet, J listen for his pretty broken words And for the music of his dimpled feet, 1 could be almost happy, though I beard No answer and but saw his vacant seat. 1 could bo glad If, when the day Is done And all Its cares and heart-aches laid away, I could look westward to the hidden sun And with a heart full of sweet yearning say: "To-night I'm nearer to my little ono By Just the travel of a single day." If I could know those little feet were shod In sandals wrought of light In better lands, And that life footprints of a tender Cod Han side by side with his In golden sands, 1 could bow cheerfully ami kiss the rod. Since Ltcnnlo was In wiser, surer hands. It he were dead 1 would not sit to-day And stain with tears the wee sock on my knee: I would not kiss the tiny shoe and say: "Bring back again my little boy to me!" 1 would be patient, knowing 'twas Hod's j way. And that He'd lead me to him o'er death's silent sea. But, oh, to know the feet once pure and white The haunts of vice have boldly ventured I In, The hands that should have buttled for the right Have been wrung crimson lu the clasp of slu 1 And should he knock at Heaven's gate to? night I fear my boy could hardly enter In. ?Oshuwu cum.) Vindicator. IB ? I Music as a Promoter of Courage. 5jf IT IS James Creel man, the war corre? spondent, 1 bclievc.whoalways finds himself humming u tune when in the thick of battle. lie says he went through the San Juau tight with "ll?cli of Ages" in his mind and half: the time on his lips, and that during the Gracco-Turkish war, several years ago, in the height of a tierce conflict, made the discovery that he was actually shrieking aloud the "Mendelssohn Spring Song," which had been domi? nant in his brain from the first charge. This is nervousness, I suppose. Peo? ple whose tastes are strongly musical invariably have a tune in their minds when under strong excitement of any kind. We were talking on this subject not long ago, anil some one asked Mr. Al? fred Iiobyn i* he had ever experienced anything similar to Oceanian's hum? ming the "Spring Song." "There is one occasion when 1 did, and I shall never forget cither the cir? cumstance or the tune. It happened in my student days, when I used to prac? tice almost every evening on one of thfc church organs of town, without any pumping', you know?just pedal work, that made no noise. One night laic in the fall 1 sat on the high organ bench working away, with one gas jet flaring above my head and not another light in the church, which was old and gloomy as could be. "This is a ghost story, by the way; you ought '.o know that before I get any farther?a ghost story that has a true ending. "I had come in that evening by way of the Sunday school room, which was just back of the auditorium and sep? arated from it 1)3' a large double door. This door, or half of it, I had left open, as was my usual custom. "As I finished a set of exercises I un? consciously turned around on my seat, half making up my mind to shut the organ and go home, as'twas after nine o'clock. (1 lancing in the direction of the double door, I saw that it wast closed. "This wag a surprise. How enrne that door shut? wns the question that flashed through my brain in an instant, and then I began casting about for a reasonable excuse. "The draft? No, there was none, as I had closed and "ooked the outside door when entering the church. "A defective hinge, that would swing to? Impossible; for 1 well remembered that tliis same door would never close of itself, having Invariably to be opened with much exertion, evvlng to thick? ness of the carpet about the door. A strong shove was nlways necessary in order to get it open. "There wa3 lint one thing left within tiie bounds of reason, leaving out. of course, supernatural means, which I ', scoffed at. The door had been closed ; by some person who was then in the i Sunday school room, and who was evi? dently there for no honest purpose. "Well, the only thing to do was to investigate; so, sliding off the bench. I left the gas burning and started down the aisle toward tho door. "Immediately and unconsciously I began to whistle, nnd what do you sup? pose the tune was? That old ballad, 'When You and I Were Young. Maggie.' which I never had any fondness for. and so can't im.igine how in the world it came into my mind. Rut it certainly was there, und I finished two or three bars in the liveliest manner before reaching the door. "Heforc I put my hand on the knob I rather braced myself, half expecting that there might be opposition on tha other side, but the door opened as eas? ily ns it ever did. and I walked into tho j Sunday-school room, still whistling my , tune, and peering about in the dim j light. I had no maiches, so could not light the gns jet. I "I stood for a few seconds In the I middle of the room, trying to mnkeout I objects, of just what sort I was not ' quite certain, but firmly convinced that there was some person In the room be > side myself. I could not see them, or him, I could hear no one breathe; I ! Just felt that there was another living being in th.it room nnd the feeling was; not one conducive to entire equanim? ity on my part, cither. "But I continued to whistle, oh, dearj yes; and I think I went through tha* silly ballad tune twice while I stood nnd like Micawber waited for some? thing to turn up. Nothing turned, and my hair finally regained its normal position on my head, "Then, walking boldly through thei room, I stepped out at the front door, unlocked it und down the steps to tha sidewalk, winding up the chorus of 'Maggie' with a flourish. "And then, and then only, did % realize that I hud been whistling tha tune at all. "Walking up the street in the direc? tion, of my ear 1 thought over the af? fair ami the more I thought the more convinced was I that somebody was hidden away in that Sunday-school room. " 'If it is a tramp and he stays thera all night and sets the church on fire, my conscience will prick me forever, afterward,' was my final conclusion. Clearly it was my duty to find the po? liceman on this beat and go back to tha church. "But, concluding to find a policeman and then finding him are two tot ally dif? ferent propositions, as you may have heard before. After hunting about ten minutes or so?it was raining, too, by this time, coming down hard?1 gave up the struggle, and resolved to go back alone. ? "'If there is no one there, then I'll just prove to myself that I've been im? aginative and nervous, and that's what I'm beginning to think, anyhow.' Soi back 1 went, j "Unlocking the church door 1 stepped in, and on to the Sunday* school room. It. was darker than ever, I literally could not see a rod ahead of me, coming in and out of th* street light, and, as you know, I had not a Ringle match. "I walked across the room to th? piano, where 1 had left a roll of music ?that was my excuse to myself foi going back, you know?anil as I turned to leave by the same route, I made out the form of a man leaning against the wall with a club raised in his righi hand. He was about a dozen yard* ahead of me, on my way to the door. "And this is the point where I found that I could not whistle. I was still thinking of 'Maggie,' and my brain was forming the tune all right, but, by 1 MADE OUT TJIE FORM OP A MAN. Jove! I could not whistle that tune to save my neck, and you will admit thai said neck needed saving right nt this moment. '?Then I began to think how I was to get past the fellow?if there really was a man over by the wall. You see, I was more than half convinced thai my nerves and imagination were at work again. I determined on u detour around the other side of the piano, uud, stepping along briskly, with just as unconscious an nir as I could mus? ter, pnssed behind the piano, and around by the door. The niau nevei moved from his position by the wall) and I got out safely, with the convic tion that trying to prove a Ufing to cue's self isn't always a w>6e thing to do, as I hud only succeeded in ren-i dering my nerves all the more erratic by my second visit. "I reached home and turned in for the night. "Next morning I had hardly finished breakfast when the doorbell rang fu? riously and the senior warden of the church was ushered in. " '\Vcre you at the church last night, Kobyiyi' lie said, much excited, and wlthouA Viitin'-? for my answer went on io ?^^rt'.-,t thieves had broken in, stolen the etfas l' ?? carpet of the Sunday school roolP,? J^ommunion service, all the cushio?h?hey could lay their hands on, part of the library and, in short, pretty much everything of value. "They were undoubtedly there dur? ing my stay in the church, and it is mighty lucky for me that they didn't brain tue when I passed the fellow in the Sunday school room. Hut he evi? dently felt secure in the tact that I could see hardly at all. and had I made any motion thai would have betrayed myself or the fact that I did see him, it would have-been all up with me. "But whistling is a great comfort, there's no doubt about it. Only you want to make sure I hat your whistle will work well at all times."?St. Louis Republic. A Preventive o( Fire. To prevent fires where Hues and chimneys pass through intlammable partitions water jackets of tin or Ifeht metal are placed around the openiugs, t'.ie solder of the pockets melting in the heat and discharging the fluid on the fire.?Cincinnati Enquirer, Pro ml of It. Mrs. Booze?Aren't you ashamed? People all over town are saying you can drink enough for three or four men. Mr. Booze?That's envy, my dear; pure envy.?Philadelphia North Ameri? ?an.