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HIE ST. JOIINSBURY CALEDONIAN, DECEMBER 27, 1899.
4 -it IN HIS STEPS. "WHAT WOULD JESUS DO." 1IY CHARLES M. SHELDON. Copyrighted by the Advance Publishing Co. Chicago. Continued from last week "I knew yon would," replied the bishop quietly, "and I came in this evening to wiy that I ahull ho obliged to do the same with my charge. " Dr. Bruce turned and walked up to his friend. They were both laboring under repressed excitement. "Is it necessary in your case?" asked Bruce. "Yes. Let me stato my reasons. Frobably they aro the same as yours. In fact, I am sure they are." The bishop paused a moment, then went on with increasing feeling: "Calvin, yon know how many years I have been doing the work of my posi tion, and you know something of the responsibility and the care of it. I do not mean to say that my life has been free from burden bearing or sorrow, but I have certainly led what the poor and desperate of this sinful city would call a very comfortable yes, a very Insurious life. I have a beautifnl house to live in, the most expensive food, clothing and physical pleasnres. I have been able to go abroad at least a dozen times and have enjoyed for years the beautiful companionship of art and letters and music and all the rest of the very best. I have never known what it meant to be without money or its equivalent, and I have been unable to silenco the question of late, 'What have I suffered for the sake of Christ?' Paul was told what great things he must suffer for tho sake of his Lord. Max well's position at Raymond is well tak en when he insists that to walk in the steps of Christ means to suffer. Where has my suffering come in? Tho petty trials and annoyances of my clerical life are not worth mentioning as sorrows or suffering. Compared with Paul or any of the Christian martyrs or early disci ples, I have lived a luxurious, sinful life, full of ease and pleasure. I cannot endure this any longer. I have that within me which of late rises in over whelming condemnation of such a fol lowing of Jesus. I have not been walk ing in his steps. Under the present sys tem of church and social life I see no escape from this condemnation except to give tho rest of my life personally to the actual physical and soul needs of the wretched people in the worst part of this city." The bishop had risen now and walked over to the window. The street in front of the house was as light as day, and he looked ont at tho crowds passing, then turned, and, with a passionate ut terance that showed how deep the vol canic fire in him burned, he exclaimed : "Calvin, this is a terrible city in which we live. Its misery, its sin, its selfishness, appall my heart, and I have struggled for years with the sickening dread of the time when I should be forced to leave the pleasant luxury of my official position to put my life into contact with the modern paganism of this centurv. The awful condition of the girls in the great department stores, the brutal selfishness of the insolent so- ciety, fashion and wealth that ignores all the sorrows of the city, the fearful curse of the drink and gambling hell, the wail of iie unemployed, the hatred of tho church by countless men who seo in the church only great piles of costly stone and upholstered furniture and the minister as a luxurious idler, all tho vast tumult of this vast torrent of hu manitv with its false and its true ideas, its exaggeration of evils in the church and its bitterness and shame that uro the result of many complex causes all this as a total fact, in its contrast with the easy, comfortable life I have lived, fills nie more and more with a senso oi mingled terror and self accusation. I have heard the words of Jesus many times lately, 'Inasmuch as ye did it not nnto one of these least, my brethren, ye did it not to me.' And when have I personally visited the prisoner or the desperate or tho sinful in any way tint has actually caused mo sufferhig? Rather I have followed the conven tional, soft habits of my position and have lived in the society of the rich, refined, aristocratic members of my con gregations. Where has the suffering come in? What have I suffered for Jesus' sake? Do yon know, Calvin" the bishop turned abruptly toward his friend "I have been tempted of late to lash myseif with a scourge. If I had lived in Martin Luther's time, I would have bared my back to a self inflicted torture. " Dr. Bruce was very palo. Never had he seen the bishop or heard him wh. n nnder the influence of such a passion. There was a sudden silence in the rooi t. The bishop had sat down again and bowed his head. Dr. Bruce spoke at last . "Edward. I do not need to say that you have expressed my feelings uko. I have been in a similar position for years. My life has been one of compar ative luxury. I do not, of course, mean to say that I have not hard trials and discouragements and burdens in my church ministry, but I cannot say that I have suffered any for Jesus. That verse in Peter haunts me, 'Christ also suffered for you, leaving yon an exam-, pie that ye should follow his steps. ' I have lived in luxury. I do not know what it means to want. I also have had niy leisure for travel and beautiful com panionship. I have been surrounded by soft, easy comforts of civilization. The sin and misery of this great city have beat like waves against the stone walls of my church and of this house in which I live, and I have hardly heeded them, the walls have been so thick. I have reached a point where I cannot endure this any longer. I am not con demning the church. I love her. I am not forsaking the church. I believe in her mission and have no desjre to de stroy. Least of all, in the step I am About to take, do I desire to be charged witn abandoning tno unnstiun reuow ship, but I feel I must resign my place as pastor of Nazareth Avenue church in order to satisfy myself that I am walking as I ought to walk in his steps. In this action I judge no other minis ters and pass no criticism on others discipleship, but I feel as yon do. Into a closer contact with the sin and shame and degradation of this great city I must come personally, and I know that to do that I must sever my immediate connection with Nazareth Avenue church. I do not see any other way for myself to suffer for his sako as I feel that I ought to suffer." Again that sudden silence fell over these two men. It was no ordinary ac tion they were deciding. They had both reached tho same conclusion by the same reasoning, and they were too thoughtful, too well accustomed to the measuring of conduct, to underestimate the seriousness of their position. "What is your plan ?" The bishop at last spoke gently, looking np with his smile that always beautified his face. The bishop's face .grew in glory now every day. "My plan. " replied Dr. Bruce slowly, is, in brief, the putting of myself into the center of the greatest human need I can find in this city and living there. My wife is fully in accord with me. We have already decided to find a resi dence in that part of tho city where we can mnke our personal lives count for the most. ' 'Let mo suggest a place. " The bishop was on fire now. His fine face actually glowed with the enthusiasm of the movement in which ho and his friend were inevitably embarked. He went on and unfolded a plan of such farreaching power and possibility that Dr. Brace, capable and experienced as he was, felt amazed at the vision of a greater soul than his own. They sat np late and were as eager and even glad as if they were planning for a trip together to some rare land of unexplored travel Indeed the bishop said many times afterward that the moment his decision was reached to livo the life of personal sacrifice ho had chosen he suddenly felt an uplifting, as if a great burden was taken from him. He was exnltant. So was Dr. Bruce from the same cause. Their plan as it finally grew into a workable fact was in reality nothing more than the renting of a large build ing formerly used as a warehouse for a brewery, reconstructing it and living in it themselves in the very heart of a territory where the saloon ruled with power, where the tenement was its filthiost, where vice and ignorance and shame and poverty were congested into hideous forms. It was not a new idea. It was an idea started by Jesus Christ when he left his Father's house and for sook the riches that were his in order to get nearer humanity and, by becom ing a part of its sin, help to draw hu manity apart from its sin. The univer sity settlement idea is not modern. It is as old as Bethlehem and Nazareth, and in this particular case it was the near est approach to anything that would satisfy the hunger of these two men to snffer for Christ. There had sprung up in them at the same time a longing that amounted to n passion to get nearer tho great physical poverty and spiritual destitution of the mighty city that throbbed around them. How could they do this except as they became a part of it, as nearly as one man can become a part of another's misery? Where was tho suffering to come in unless there was an actual self denial of some sort? And what was to make that pelf denial apparent to themselves or any one else unless it took this concrete, actual, per sonal form of trying to sharo tho deep est suffering and sin of tho city ? So they reasoned for themselves, not judging others. They were simply keep lng their own pledge to do as Jesus would do, as they honestly judged he would do. That was what they had promised. How could they quarrel with the result? They were irresistibly com pelled to do what they were planning to do. The bishop had money of his own, Every ono in Chicago knew that the bishop had a handsome fortune. Dr. Bruce had acquired and saved by liter ary work carried on in connection with his parish duties more than a coiuforta- ble competence. This money, a largo part of it, the two friends agreed to put at once into tho work, most of it into the furnishing of a settlement house. Meanwhile Nazareth Avenue church was experiencing something never known before in all its history. The simple appeal on tho part of its pastor to his members to do as Jesus would do had created a sensation that still con- tinned. Tho result of that appeal was very much the same as in Henry Max well's church in Raymond, only Naza reth Avenue church was far more aris tocratic, wealthy and conventional Nevertheless when one Sunday morn ing in early summer Dr. Brnco came into his pulpit and announced his resig nation the sensation deepened all over the city, although Dr. Bruce had ad- vised with his board of trustees, and the movement ho intended was not a mat ter of surprise to them. But when it became publicly known that the bishop also had announced his retirement from tho position he had held so long in order to go and livi himself in the center of the worst part of Chicago the public astonishment reached its height "But why," the bishop replied to one valued friend who had almost with tears tried to dissuade him from his purpose "why should what Dr. Brnc and I propose to do seem so remarkable a thing, as rf it were unheard of that a doctor of divinity and a bishop should -want to save souls in this par ticular manner. If we were to resign our charges for the purposo of going to Bombay or Hongkong or any place in Africa, the churches and tho people would exclaim at the heroism of mis sions. Why should it seem so great a thing if we have been led to give our lives to help rescne the heathen and the lost of our own city in the way we are going to try? Is it, then, such a tre mendous event that two Christian min isters should be not only willing but eager to live close to the misery of the world in order to know it and realize it? Is it such a rare thing that love of humanity should find this particular form of expression in the rescue of son Is?" However the bishop may have satis fied himself that there ought to be noth ing so remarkable about it all, the pub lic continued to talk and the churches to record their astonishment that two such men, so prominent in the ministry, should leave their comfortable homes, voluntarily resign their pleasant social positions and enter upon a life of hard ship, of self denial and actual suffering. Chirstian America I Is it a reproach pon' the form of om discipleship that the exhibition of actual suffering for esns on tho part of those who walk in is steps always provokes astonishment, as at the sight of something very un usual? Nazareth Avenue church parted from its pastor with regret for the most part, although tho regret was modified by some relief on the part of those who had refused to take the pledge. Dr. Bruce carried with him the respect of men who, entangled in business in such a way that obedience to tho pledge would have ruined them, still held in their deeper, better natures a genuine admira tion for courage and consistency. They had known Dr. Brnce many years as a kindly, safe man, but the thought of him in tho light of sacrifice of this sort was not familiar to them. As fast as they understood it they gave their pas tor the credit of being absolutely true to his recent convictions as to what fol lowing Jesus meant. Nazareth Avenue church has never lost the impulse of that movement started by Dr. Bruce. Those who went with him in making tho promise breathed into tho church the very breath of divine life and aro continuing thnt life giving work at the present time. It was fall again, and tho city faced another hard winter. The bishop one afternoon came out of tho settlement and walked around tho block, intending to go on a visit to ono of his new friends in the district. He had walked about four blocks when he was attracted by a shop that looked different from tho oth ers. Tho neighborhood was still quite new to tho bishop, and every day he discovered some strange spot or stum bled upon some unexpected humanity. The place that attracted his notice was a small house close by a Chinese laundry. There were two windows in tho front, very clean, and that was re markable, to begin with. Then inside the window was a tempting display of cookery, with prices attached to the various articles, that made the bishop wonder somewhat, for he was familiar by this time with many facts in the life of the people once unknown to him As he stood looking at the windows the door between them opened, and Fe licia Sterling came out. "Felicia I" said the bishop. "When did yon move into my parish without my knowledge?" How did you find me so soon?' asked Felicia. "Wiiy, don t yon know? These are the only clean windows in tho block. "I believe they are," replied Felicia, with a laugh that did tho bishop good to hear. "But why have yon dared to come to Chicago without telling me, and how have yon entered my diocese without my knowledge?" asked the bishop, and Felicia looked so like that beautiful, clean, ecmcateu, rennecl worm no onco knew that he might be pardoned for seeing in her something of the old para dise, although, to speak truth for the bishop, he had no desire to go back to it again. "Well, dear bishop," said Felicia, who had always called him so when ever they had met, "I know how over whelmed yon were with your work. I did not want to burden yon with my plans, and, besides, I am going to offer yon my services. Indeed I was just on my way to see you and ask your advice, I am settled here for the present with Mrs. Unscoin, a saleswoman who rents our three rooms, and with one of Ra chel's music pupils, who is being helped to a course in violin by Virginia Page. She is from the people, continued Fe licia, using tho words "from tho peo pie" so gravely and unconsciously that the bishop smiled, "and I am keeping house for her and at the Bame time be ginning an experiment in pure food for tho masses. I am an expert, and I have a plan I want you to admire and de velop. Will yon, dear bishop?" "Indeed I will," replied the bishop. The sight of Felicia and her remarkable vitality, enthusiasm and evident pur pose almost bewildered him. "Martha can help at tho settlement with her violin, and I will help with my messes. Yon see, I thought I would get settled first and work out something and then come with some real thing to offer. I'm able to earn my own living now. "Yon are?" The bishop said it a lit tie incredulously. "How? Making thoso tnuigs? " 'Thoso things I' " said Felicia, witli a show of indignation. "I would hav you know, sir, that 'thoso things' aro the nest cooked, purest food products in tins wholo city. "I don t doubt it," said tho bishop nastuy, wnne ins eves twinkled. "Still, the 'proof of the pndding' Yt u know tho rest. "Come in and try some." exclaimed Felicia. "Yon poor bishop I You look as if yon hadn't had a good meal for a month. " She insisted on the bishop's entering the little front room where Martha, a wide awake girl with short curly hair and an unmistakable air of music about her, was busy with practice. "Go right on, Martha. This is the bishop. You have heard me speak of him so often. Sit down here and let me give yon a taste of the fleshpots of Egypt, for I believe you have been ac tually fasting." So Felicia and the bishop had an im provised lunch, and the bishop, who, to tell the truth, had not taken time for weeks to enjoy his meals, feasted on the delight of his unexpected discovery and was able to express his astonishment and gratification at the quality of the cookery "I thought you would at least say It was as wood as the meals you usea to get at the Auditorium at the big baa quets," said Felicia slyly, 'As good as I The Auditorium ban quets were simply husks compared to this one, Felicia. But yon must come to the settlement. I want yon to see what we are doing. And I am simply astonished to find you here earning your living this way. I begin to see what your plan is. You can be of in finite help to us. You don't really mean that you will live here and help these people to know the value of good food? "Indeed I do, Felicia answered gravely. "That is my gospel. Shall I not follow it?" "Aye, aye I Yon're right. Bless God for sense like yours. When I left the world' ' the bishop smiled at the phrase "they were talking a good deal about the 'new woman. ' If you are one of them, I am a convert right now and here." "Flattery still I Is there no escape from it even in the slums of Chicago?" Felicia langhed again, and the bishop's heart, heavy though it had grown dur ing several months of vast sin bearing, rejoiced to hear it. It sounded good. It was good. It belonged to God. Felicia wanted to visit the settlement and went back with tho bishop. She was amazed at tho results of what con siderable money and a good deal of con secrated brains had done. As they walk ed through the bnilding they talked in cessantly. Felicia was the incarnation of vital enthusiasm. Even tho bishop wondered at the exhibition of it as it bubbled np and sparkled over. They went down into the basement, and the bishop pushed open the door, from behind which came the sound of a carpenter's plane. It was a small but well equipped carpenter s shop. A young man with a paper cap on his head and clad in blouse and overalls was whistling and driving the plane as he whistled. He looked np as the bishop and Felicia entered and took off his cap. As he did so his little finger earned a small curling shaving np to his hair, and it cangl t there. "Miss Sterling, Mr. Stephen Clyde," said the bishop. "Clyde is one of our helpers here two afternoons in the week." Just then tho bishop was called np stairs, and he excused himself for a mo ment, leaving Felicia and the young carpenter together. "We have met before," said Felicia, looking at Clyde frankly. "Yes, 'back in the world,' as the bishop says," replied the young man, and his fingers trembled a little as they lay on the board he had been planing. "Yes." Felicia hesitated. "I am very glad to see you. " "Are you?" The flush of pleasure mounted to the young carpenter's fore head. "You have had a great deal of troub'e since then?" he said, and then he was afraid he had wounded her ,r called up painful memories, but Felicia had lived over all that "Yes, and you also. How is it yon are working here?" "It is a long story, Miss Sterling. My father lost his money, and I was obliged to go to work, a very good thing for hie. The bishop says I ought to be grateful. I am. I am very happy now.' I learned the trade hoping some time to be of use. I am night clerk at ono of the hotels. That Sunday morning when you took tho pledge at Nazareth Av enuo church I took it with the others." "Did yon?" said Felicia slowly. "I am glad." Just then the bishop came back, and very soon he and Felicia went away, leaving the young carpenter at his work. Some ono noticed that he whistled loud er than ever as he planned. "Felicia," said the bishop, "did yon know Stephen Clyde before?" "Yes, 'back in the world, ' dear bishop. tie was ono or my acquaintances in Nazareth Avenue church." "Ah I" said tho bishop. "We wero very good friends," added Felicia. "But nothing more?" the bishop ven tured to ask. Felicia's face glowed for an instant. Then she looked the bishop in the eyes frankly and answered : "Truly and truly, nothing more." "It would be just the way of the world for those two people to come to like each other, though," thought the bishop to himself, and somehow the thought made him grave. It was al most like the old pang over Camilla, but it passed, leaving him afterward, when Felicia had gone back, with tears in his eyes Rnd a feeling that was al most hope that Felicia and Stephen would like each other. "After all, " said the bishop, like the sensible, good man that he was, "is not romance a part of humanity? Love is older than I am and wiser. " The week following tho bishop had an experience that belongs to this part of the settlement's history. He was coining back to the settle ment very late from some gathering of the striking tailors and was walking along, with his hands behind him, when two men jumped out from behind an old fence that shut off an abandoned factory from tho street and faced him. One of tho men thrust a pistol into the bishop's face, and the other threatened him with a ragged stake that had evi dently been torn from the fence. "Hold up your hands, and be quick about it I" said the man with the pistol The place was solitary, and the bishop had no thought of resistance. He did as he was commanded, and the man with the stake began to go through his pock ets. The bishop was calm. His nerves did not quiver. As he stood there with his arms uplifted an ignorant spectator might have thought that he was pray ing for the souls of these two men. And he was, and his prayer was singularl) answered that very night. CHAPTER XI. Rluliteousness shall go before him and shall set us In the way o( his steps. The bishop was not in the habit of carrying much money with Inin, and the man with the . stake, who was searching him, uttered an oath at the small amount of change ho found. As he uttered it the man with the pistol savagely said: "Jerk out his watch! We might as well get all we can out of the job." The man with the stake was on the point of laying hold of the chain when there was tho sound of footsteps coming toward them. "Get behind the fence! We haven't half searched him yet. Mind you keep Bhut now if you don't want" The man with the pistol made a sig nificant gesture with it, and his com panion pulled and pushed the bishop down the alley and through a ragged broken opening in the fence. The three stood still there in the shadow until the footsteps passed. "Now, then, have you got the watch?" asked the man with the pistol. "No; the chain is caught some where I" And the other man swore again. "Break it. then!" "No; don't break it," the bishop said, and it was the first time he had spoken. "The chain is the gift of a very dear friend. I should be sorry to have it broken." At the sound of the bishop's voice the man with tho pistol started as if he had been suddenly shot by his own weapon. With a quick movement of his other hand he turned the bishop's head toward what little light was shining from the alleyway, at the same time taking a step nearer. Then, to the evi dent amazement of his companion, he said roughly : "Leave the watch alone. We've got the money. That's enough. " "Enough! Fifty centsl You don't reckon" Before the man with the stake could say another word he was confronted with the muzzle of the pistol, turned from the bishop's head toward his own. "Leave that watch be and put back the money too. This is tho bishop we've held up the bishop! Do you hear?" "And what of it? The president of the United States wouldn't be too good to hold up if" "I say, yon put the money back, or in five minutes I'll blow a hole through your head that'll let in more sense than yon have to spare now," said the other. For a second the man with the stake seemed to hesitate at this strange turn in events, as if measuring his compan ion's intention. Then he hastily drop ped the money back into the bishop's pocket. "Yon can take your hands down, sir." The man with the weapon low ered it slowly, still keeping an eye on the other man and speaking with rough respect. The bishop slowly brought his arms to his side and looked earnestly at tho two men. In the dim light it was difficult to distinguish features. He was evidently free to go his way now, but he stood there, making no movement. "You can go on. You needn't stay any longer on our account. " The man who had acted as spokesman turned and sat down on a stone. The other man stood viciously digging his stake into the ground. "That's just what I'm staying for," replied the bishop. He sat down on a board that projected from tho broken fence. "You must like our company. It is hard sometimes for people to tear them selves away from us," the man stand ing up said, laughing coarsely. "Shut np!" exclaimed the other. "WVre on the road to hell, though; that's sure enough. We need better company than ourselves and the devil. " "If yon would only allow me to be of any help" Tho bishop spoke gen tly, even lovingly. The man on the stone stared at the bishop through tho darkness. After a moment of silence he spoke slowly, like one who had finally decided upon a course he had at first rejected. "Do yon remember ever seeing me before?" "No," said the bishop. "The light is not very good, and I have really not had a good look at you. " "Do you know me now?" The man suddenly took off his hat and, getting np from the stone, walked over to the bishop until they were near enough to touch each other. The man's hair was coal black, ex cept one spot on the top of his head about as large as the palm of the hand, which was white. The minute tho bishop saw that he started. The memory of 15 years ago began to stir in him. The man helped him. "Don't yon 'remember one day back in '81 or '83 a man came to your honse and told a story about his wife and child having been burned to death in a tenement fire in New York?" "Yes; I begin to recall now," mur mured the bishop. The other man seemed to be interested. Ho ceased dig ging his stake in the ground and stood still, listening. "Do you remember how you took me into your own house that night and spent all the next day trying to find me a job and how, when yon succeeded in getting mo a place in a warehouse as foreman, I promised to quit drinking because you asked me to? "I remember it now," the biphop re plied gently. "I hope you have kept your promise. The man langhed savagely. Then he Btrnck his hand against the fence with such sudden passion that he drew blood, Continued next week. - A Year of Prosperity. This year steps ahead of 1892 in re cording the high water mark of our na tional prosperity and the highest pitch 1 . 1 . . I. t I Ah'lf It teems hardly probable that any mere imposing statistics will be reported than those of last month, and yet so tremen dous is the wave ol prosperity that is rolling over the country that it would be idle to make that prediction. Bark clearings broke all records last month. Trading failures weie smaiicr muu bclore. Kailroud earnings were nenny ten per cent belter than in October last vetir, and over 15 per cent better than in - . t I 1. ........ October, 1BU2. liast-oounu iumnt was 72 per cent grenter than in 1892. Merchandise exports irom ntw iui were $5,800,000 larger than in October of last year, when there was a notable excess in exports over niipuns. record ol the iron and steel trade lor the month is without precedent. SOUTH AFRICAN WAR. London, Dec. 20. A dispatch from Pretoria says: Over BOO British pris oners, captured at the battle of Storm berg, have arrived here. They have been taken to Waterfall to Join the other prisoners. An official account of the Boer casualties at the battle of Tugela river says 30 men were killed or wound ed. General Schalk-Burgers' report of the battle says: "Friday, at dawn, the day long ex pected arrived. The Pretoria detnth ment of artillery gave the alarm. Gen eral Buller's Ladysmlth relief column was in battle array, advancing on the Boer positions, close to the 'i'ugelu and Colenso. The centre consisted of an immense crowd of Infantry, flanked on each side by two batteries, with strons bodies of cavalry supporting. The Boer artillery preserved absolute si lence, not disclosing its position. Two batteries came within ride distance of our foremost position, and the I'.oers then opened fire with deadly effect. Our artillery also commenced, and, ap parently, absolutely confused the en emy, who were allowed to think the bridge was open for them to cross. Their right flank in the meantime at tacked the Boers' southernmost posi tion, but the Mauser rlile fire wag so tremendous that they were rolled back like a spent wave, leaving ridges and ridges of dead and dying humanity be hind. Again the British advanced to the attack, but again fell back, swelling the heaps of dead. Thel- cavalry charged to the river, where the firmelo commando delivered such a murderous fire that two batteries of cannon had to be abandoned, which the Boers are go ing to bring here. Twice the British assayed to bring horses to remove them. The first time they succeeded in hitch ing on to one cannon, and on the second trial the horses and men fell in a heap. "Then the British were in full retreat to their camp, whence they sent a heavy shrapnel fire on Bulwer bridge, across the Tugela, to prevent the burghers from recovering the cannon. "The French attache, Vlllebois, and the German attache, Braun, say the fight could not have been Improved upon by the armies of Europe. Gen erals Botha and Trlchart were always at the most dangerous points of the fighting. Eleven ambulances removed the English dead and wounded. "Such a tremendous cannonade has seldom been heard. The veldt for miles was covered with dead and wounded. It was a most crushing British defeat. Nine of the cannons have since been brought across the river. "The British asked for, and were granted, a 24-hour armistice." Nothing has arrived from South Af rica that would indicate any change l.i the military situation there. The war office is issuing lists of further deaths and wounds, as well as accounts of sickness. The most serious report of the last class is that horse sickness has broken out in both British and Boer camps in Natal. Four hundred British cavalry horses, it is said, have already been shot owing to the occurrence of glanders. The disease is likely to spread with much greater rapidity among the British horses than among the hardy Boer ponies, and this may mean a considerable prolongation of the campaign. A dispatch from Chieveley, dated Dec. 19, says: The British naval guns have destroyed the Colenso foot bridge, thus preventing the Boers holding any posi tion south of the Tugela river. The enemy are taking up fresh positions on the eastern side nearer the British camp. The British position at Frere is being strengthened. The Tugela river is rising and there is a prospect of heavy rains. A two-hour bombardment of Ladysmlth has been heard from here. According to reliable native reports, the Boers had 200 killed in the fight at Colenso. The news that the Colenso foot bridge has been destroyed seems to show that General Buller is more anxious to keep the enemy at bay than to attempt a fur ther advance. Despite the severity of the censorship. hints are being continually received of the serious spread of Dutch disaffection In both the Queenstown district of Cape Colony and Natal. The Wreck of the Laura Marlon. Mewburyport, Mass., Dec. 28. The body of William J. Pettenglll, master of the steamer Laura Marlon, which was wrecked on the bar Saturday even ing, came ashore Monday. The life savers from this station went off to the wreck, and got out her engines and machinery, but the boat will be a total wreck. The bodies of the other two Victims of the Laura Marion, Cnptain Sargent of Groveland and Engineer Johnson, were recovered Sunday, Operator's Fatal Error. Missoula, Mont., Dec. 26. Four men were killed and several wounded yes terday in a wreck on the Northern Pa cific railroad, six miles east of Bear Mouth. The operator at Bonlto allowed the freight train from the west to pass whem It should have been held on the idlng. The operator, who was a substitute, has disappeared. Used Kerosene to Start Fire. Lawrence, Mass., Deo. 26. Mrs. Mar. geret Welsh, while attempting to start a fire with keroscene oil, was terribly burned as the result of an explosion, the flames from which Ignited her clothes. She was terribly burned about her limbs. Her recovery it doubtful. was readied in im im-iim - Amusing. Johnny (sobbing): "Does it re-ally h-h hurt you to whip me, mamma ?" Ma: "Yes, iny eon ; very much more than it hurts you." Johnny (drying his eyes): "I'm so glad." A very expressing verdict was rendered by a jury in the Far West. The defend ant was on trial lor horse-stealing. After a long deliberation the jury returned this verdict, which the foreman solemnly read : "We find the defendant not guilty, by a tight squeze." ' "Well," said the monkey to the organ grinder as he sat on the top of the organ, ' I'm simply carried away with the music." Missionary: "Have you ever had a visit from n missionary named Brown?" Cannibal King: "If you wait a mo ment, 1 shall be able to tell vou. I will have a search made among my old 'menus.'" Clcverton "When you told her father you loved her, (lid tie show much feel ing?" Dnshaway "Oh, yes, I don't know when I have been so moved !" Life, sTsp fjp ' Ideal Tour tbroaih MEXICO. Escape Inclement March weather at home by joining Gates' seventh annual personally-conducted thirty days' tour through picturesque Mexico, leaving Chicago via Santa Fe Route Fcburary 28. 1900. Luxurious spec ial train of Pullmans, observation and dining cars. Tickets include all neces sary traveling expenses, guides, etc. Go via San Antonio and Monterey: return via El Faso. Las Vegas Hot Springs and Colorado Springs. A fas cinating land, abounding in magnifi cent scenery, ancient ruins, and iiovtl foreign types. Illustrated descriptive pamphlet. A. T. & S. F. R' v Ticket Office. 332 Wash, ington St., Boston, has. Ideal Sunshine Range. A PERFECT COOKING APPARATUS. It is unsurpassed for Baking, Roasting, Broiling and all culinary operations. For sale by George K. Swett. A first-class plumber is connected with our store. Tim Has brought around the season of stock taking and to make that matter as easy as possible we offer our stock of Watch es, Silverware, Diamonds and Novelties at a re duction, ,. ti it ii ii H, A. Belknap GETTING LEFT is usually the result of procrastination. Those who visit us during the coming thirty days will secure custom clothing fromlO to 25 per cent be low regular prices. We have 100 styles in worsteds, cheviots, mixed suitings, trouserings and overcoatings, both heavy and light weights, that we wish to dispose of be fore the arrival of our Spring stock Also a few garments not called for, that will be sold at a low figure A. M. GOODRICH. Notice. My wife, Mrs. Catherine Gardner, havinK left my bed and board without Just cause or provocation, all persons are hereby notified and warned against trusting her on my ac count as I shall pay no more other bills after this date. Willi aw oardnbr. 8t, Johnsbury, Vt., Dec. 21, 1899.