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16 f5TRW r CTmTTSBimG-PATO ?ATiJTJNEWl89LT CBBWW KSKt.....iPrfsBii..iiis.Mii................BILs.S g tl proceed 'without loss of time to .Fisher's Polly and put matters right while there was Etilltime. The man had awakened a deep interest in "Westcott's mind concerning the old house and its surroundings, not omitting the beautiful Miss Carter. Indeed, the young man had pictnred to himself a lovely girl, from the Indian's description, lighting the Golden lamp, long before the "vision" came in sight. The first glimpse of Marian, when entering the precincts of Fisher's Folly a few hours a?o,had somewhat resembled the realization of a dream. But "Westcott had no time for such re flections at this moment, for he had reached the foot of the steps and had come upon a long passage, it was at right angles to the steps; it widened out sufficientlyto enable him to walk straight ahead. He at once quickened his pace, bat he was careful as he advanced to observe every detail of the brickwork, for he dreaded the mere thought of losing his way in such a dark and mys terious locality. To anyone with a belief in the super natural, however slight, this was not an ex pedition likely to awaken afeeling of skepti cism. More than one strange fancy flashed across "Westcott's brain. A sudden -current of air, which he aow encountered, was like the icy breath of some unseen phantom that had hurried by. But this only proved to be, when he raised his lantern and examined the walls, a small iron grating, which was doubtless placed there for ventilation. But he had no sooner explained away this phe nomenon than a more weird sensation seized upon him. The noise of muffled footsteps broke upon his ear footsteps that seemed to be approaching nearer and nearer, for each moment they sounded more dis tinctly, and beyond the passage along which he was advancing. "Was it the tread of a sentinel, in the shape of Mr Girdle stone's ghost, o guard over the bags of gold? "Westcott stopped and listened. The sound of the footstep ceased; he had heard the echo of his own footfall In an extensive vault A pace beyond where he had stopped would have brought him to the entrance; a few feet more and he would probably have fallen head foremost into the cellar. "Was it to be wondered at that the Indian servant, "Westcott now thought, had fled so precipitately from this house in Fisher's Folly after his matter's death? If he had once followed him into these vaults, as the man professed to have done, his sudden dread could be understood. i.r. Girdlestone must have seemed, in the eyes of this unre flectingnath e,somethingalmost superhuman a being whose disembodied spirit haunted Fisher's Folly. Had not a shadowy form, as he imagine'd, appeared to him when he was on the point of revealing the secret? E cu "Westcott, who was among the most' skeptical concerning disembodied spirits, began to experience a certain "indehnable tremor; for the vault at the edge of which he now found himself had no visible limit. The light from the lantern in whichever wey lie directed it gave him no clue as to the dimensions of the place: it was, he could only conclude, am immense cellar. He 6hrank back with a natural feeling of hesi tation. "Which direction should he take? If he descended and went forward into the impenetrable darkness, the chance of find ing his way back appeared remote. His only plan would be to follow, if possible, the direction of the wall, either to the right or to the left. By this means he might, without abandoning all "hope, continue the search. "Before taking another step forward. howeicr, he resolved to 'make a close examination of the spot. And he soon di-covered that the entrance to this passage along which he had come had been cut out of the brick walL The hole was nnsymmetrical, but sufficiently large for an ordinary-sized man to pass through. The bricks which had doubtless been taken from this hole lay in a heap two or three feet below. "While "inspecting this heap, over which he had been on the point of stumbling, the light from the lantern fell upon something which set "Wesitcott's heart oeating fait The floor of the cellar, as far as he could see, was unpaved: it was covered w ith damp-looking clay. He crept down over the bricks and alighted upon It The clay was trodden down into a distinct footpath toward the left and close under the wall! To what point could this footpath lead? "Westcott did not hesitate another second. Bending forward, with the lantern almost touching the ground, ecSrelittiy i'oTOdT,me"u'lreirtrS&. Presently he stopped and raised the lan tern. He was standing opposite a closed aoor. in ms impatience lie strucK it with his heel; but it resisted the shock. He liastened to detach the key from the lantern and place it in the kej hole. It fitted the lock, but no force could move the Ley; it resisted all his efforts to turn it Westcott drew the key out of the lock in despair. He stood looking at it with a puzzled face. But presently the puzzled expression changed. His eyes became hopeful and animated. He noticed marks of rust upon the key marks which were not there when he placedit in the lock He knelt down and opened the lantern. Having unscrewed the Limp near the wick, he found the lower part more than half full of oil. He poured some dropsupon th key and again thrust it in the keyhole. After some persuasion it began to show signs of yielding. Then thev moved, then stuck, then moved again. NVesteott's pa tience was becoming exhausted; hii face fluhed and his hands shook from exoite ment Suddenly the key turned and the door flew open. "Westcott raised the lantern hastily above his head and went stealthily forward. Meanwhile, Mr. Carter, asleep in his arm chair, was dreaming about his old partner. He dreamt that he could hear him pacing up and down the dining hall, while he sat at his writing table in the office belo jr. It seemed to him that Mr. Girdlestone had found out the disastrous state of affairs; that the discovery had brought him out of his grave, aud that he was exerting all his great financial faculties in order to save the house; and his peculiar walk, as it appeared to Mr. Carter, expressed his anger at the situation. He felt himself greatly humilated. He .had not the courage to go and place the matter clearlj before Mr. Girdlettone. He was persuaded of his inferiority as a financier though he had done his best, as he kept re peating to himself, he "had done his best" But the monotonous tread of his relentless partner still went on: it seemed to enter into the ery throbbings of his brain. He could not shut out the sound. At length it became so unbearable that he cried ont in despair, and awoke. . "Did you call me, father?" Marian was standing at the entrance to the dining room with her eves fixed anxiously upon the merchant Mr. Carter put his hand to his forehead perplexedly. "A strange dream," he muttered. Then suddenly looking up, he said: "Where is John?" Marian glanced at the clock. The ten minutes which John "Wescott had named had almost expired. "Would he soon return? She listened with intense eagerness for any indication of his coming. Again Mr. Carter passed his hand across his brow. "I have been dreaming," said he. "Am I dreaming now?" and he glanced round the room. Suddenly he started up. "Where is the Golden Lamp?" At this moment, Marian, stand ing within her boudoir and neat the secret panel, heard a slight noise; but she dreaded to look round; she dreaded to take her eyes from her father's face. She spoke to herself in a low tone of despair: "What shall I do?" Immediatelv a muffled tone whispered in reply: "Tell him everything. AlliswelL" Mr. Carter had sunk into his chair. Ma rian approached him. Her face brightened with a sudden feeling of gratitude and de light, but the merchant did not look up. "I have been dreaming," he repeated. "I dreamt that Mr. Girdlestone had come back to life that he was pacing up and down this room. He seemed to know all about our troubles." Marian sat down beside the merchant "rather," said she, "I, too, hive had a dream." He looked up with a smile. "About Mr. Girdlestone?" There was always something cheering in his daughter's voice. "Partly," she replied, "and partly abont his money." "His money, Marian?" "Yes. I have been dreaming that news had reached ui about Mr. Girdlestone'! In dian servant He knew everything con nected with his master's affairsThe even knew1 the meaning of that key which has been "bo long a mystery to us." "Why, Marian " "That is not all. The news that reached us in my dream was that the key opened a secret strong room. The Indian was conscience-stricken; and on his deathbed im plpred some one to' come and tell "us all about it And," added Marian, "some one came some one who took the lantern and the key and went in search of the strong room; for in this secret place, as I dreamt, there are bags and bags of gold." The merchant was now looking keenly into his daughter's face. Marian did not return his glance, but she placed her hand persuasively on his arm, for he had half risen irom his chair. "The only way, father, to reach this strong room," continued Marian "the only way that the, Indian knew of was by moving a panel in the walL And the person to whom he confided this secret a person related to4Mr. Girdlestoae followed his instructions and found " "Found what?" Marian could no longer keep her father from starting out of the chair. He had fuessed the meaning of her words, e was beginning to comprehend that, heedful of hiB anxiety, she was trying, in her love for him, to breakthe news of some good fortune which had be fallen them, and in such a manner that it might not come upon him too suddenly. She stood looking attentively at his anxious face as he walked up and down the room. He seemed to be mastering the sudden emotion which the dawning knowledge of Drignter aays naa awacened. Presently Marian put her hands gently upon his shoulders and looked up into his face. 'It is no dream, father. It is true. The per son to whom Mr. Girdlestone's servant con fided all this is Mr. "Wescott But it was his wish, before raising your expectations, to make sure tbfct the man's story was well founded. It is well founded; and Mr. "Wsstcott is waiting to tell you all the de tails himself." Marian indnced her father to re sume his place by the hearth. Ho sat down, and with his hands pressed to his forehead, stared vacantly at the lire. But suddenly he looked up. A quick step had caught his ear. Westcott stood before Mm with the lantern in one hand and an old-looking bag. in the other. "Mr. Carter," were his first words, "make your mind easy. The house of Girdlestone & Co. is saved. This bag must contain at least 1,000 guineas, and there are more than SO like ft in the strongroom. Is not this convincine?" It was yellow and rotten from age, and the action of raising it burst open the sides, and the floor was imme diately covered, with gold. The guineas clinked and spun about in all direc tions; and some of them rolling toward the hearth, settled down at Mr. Car ter's feet Neither John "Westcott nor Marian's father thought of seeking any rest that night They were too deeply occupied with a minute examination of the cellars undei the old house in Fisher's Folly, and bags ol gold that Mr. Girdlestone's relative had dis covered there. No place could have better served a hoarder's purpose, for it was a secret strong room that had been built cen turies ago in which to store treasure in the time of civil war or serious rioting in the city of London. It would have done Mr. Girdlestone's heart good, let us hope, had he wit nessed the prosperous turn which the old firm now took Under Mr. Carter's Instruction for Marian's father was in reality an excellent man of business John "Westcott becamj in time as great a financier as his uncle had been be- lore him. Arm when he was urged to ac cept a partnership in the house, a year or two after the memorable date of his return to England, he could not refuse for he and Marian had in the meantime learned to love each other. Besides, the will which he found had named him his uncle's heir. And so, after their marriage, Mr. Girdlestone's house was for many years their chosen home. This old mansion In Fisher's Felly, still standing in these modern times, is unten anted. It has a lonely and dilapidated ap pearance. The windows including the great central window, within which the Golden Lamp onj nnrL jgJegrimed wflft, dnstaggjfanofcg ; d the steps below are as green as antiquated tombstones. A great padlock and chain are affixed to the tront door; for the lease had run out at last, and this landmark in the history of London will soon be demolished and "forgotten. Thomas Bit. Sort, in Chamber's Journal. A BABY HEBO. APathetfo Little Story of a Brave Child In the Hospital. Detroit Tree Press. , His face was white and the soft drifts of golden hair lay as thistledown on his pil low and formed an aureole about his head. The look of pain was in his eyes, as it was always, but there was something that had just come mere, a gieaxu 01 conscious priae, which expressed itself, too, in his halting, baby speech," forke was only a baby, one of many in the Children's Free Hospital. As he was wheeled through the ward on a low stretcher on his way to the operating room he would wave his small hand to his fellow sufferers. "Me getty op'rash'n," he said proudly; "me getty well." Nor did that look leave his eyes when he was laid tenderly on the operating table, and the great big doctor in the great, long brown robe prepared to cut into that trouble some hip where the disease was located, and which had prevented him from walking a step alone. The nurses in their white caps and aprons stood near, ready to assist the doctor. A youDg doctor was to administer the chloro form, and a student held the case contain ing the instruments that were to be used. Still there was no fear in those bright eyes, nor did the white face grow troubled at sight ot so mucn preparation. "Me getty well now. It was i was -not a ques- tion. but a statement. "Yes, little man, you will get well now." said the doctor, and then there was only the short word of command that wag almost military in its precision, and after on anxious half hour it was all over. "When they carried him back to the ward, a little new head lay on the pillow of the cot next to liis, and he looked over at the new comer with a wan smile of welcome. "Getty op'rash'n? Getty well, too?" he asked faintly. Then his eves closed and shut out the world and he drifted away to the slumberous land of Nirvana, while Science, his foster mother, watched athls pillow to see him "getty well." ' HE WOK THE BET, And by So Doing Proved Himself Sharper Than His Fellow. CMctfO Herald. Two drummers were lounging near the register of the Grand Pacific last evening. A well-dressed man of medium age, with sandy mustache and chin whiskers, briskly walked across the rotunda to the telegraph office. "It's funny," spoke up one of the drum mers, "how much more a close observer learns of people than another." "How is that?" "Sou see that well-fed looking man with a silk hat at the telegraph office. "What of him?" "I know a good deal about him just from observation. He is a politician in the first place, for you notice how cautiously he fuards his blank while writing his dispatch, te is from Minnesota, you know that by the cut of his coat, and a blind person could tell that he walks like a St Paul man. I'd be willing to bet a bottle of wine that all of my points are correct" "That's a go. Mr. Clark, who is that man at the telegraph office?" "Governor Merriam, of St Paul, sir." "Didn't I tell you?" exclaimed the drum mer to his friend. "Now get out your kodak and we will take a drink "With pleasure, after you answer one question. How did you know that was the Governor of Minnesota? Surelyt it wasn't by his walk and all that, as you said?" "Of course not I saw him register. Nextl" NYE'S COUNTRY SEAT. Heavy;Set Cottage That He Calls the Skyland Thought Works, A YANDERBILT FOE A NEIGHBOR, The Wee Times Be Will Have With Him at This Bural Retreat. BESOUBCES OP BUNCOMBE COUNT! cobbmfoxdeitcx or ims Disr-ATcn. BkCTiASD, Buncombe Co., N. C, June 5. UNCOMBEcoun ty, which mayalso' properly be spelled Bunkum, is a large and beautiful county on the French Broad and Swan anoa rivers, with Asheville as the county seat The name itself gave rise to the expres sion "Talking for Bnnconb'e," which is now a classic, toward the close of the. fa mous debate on the "Missouri 'question" in the Sixteenth Con gress. It was used at that time, 'ac cording to his tory, by Felix "Walker, an old mountaineer of the cute, quaint and curious variety so common and so delightful in the hills of "Western North Carolina and Eastern Tennessee. He lived, I am told, at "Waynesville, in Haywood county, on the borders of Buncombe, which was also one of the counties of his district The old man arose to speak in the midst of a stormy howl for the ''question," and, it is said, when an hour or two only remained of the session. He rambled on in an aimless sort of way, which is so exasperating to bright young Congressmen whose heads are yet big with their first unuttered speech. "Why He Insisted on Talking. Felix could not talk for sour apples, it was said, but as yet he had not himself made a speech, and he felt that he could not look the voters of Hickory township. and Sandy Mush in the face if yielded to others and went-home without brightening upthe pages of the Congressional Jlecord. When the forensic sprouts of the Sixteenth Congress therefore, came to him and offered to him their bright new Con gressional jackknives if he would quit, he simply shut his lips closer and stated, aa the gavel fell, that ne was talking only for Buncombe. Buncombe county has an area of 450 square miles, and is bounded on the east by the Blue Bidge. It is very mountainous, but fertile, with an all purpose climate tint cannot be beaten in the world. Cattle, grain, tobacco and wool are among the pro ducts. Skyland is where I am as this letter is being written. It is a small but growing Elace, containing 37 inhabitants and 8 eadof horsei. It is quiet here at present, of course, owing to shrinkage in values at the large money centers, out this, it is thought by our best minds down at the store, cannot last long. Eb Cottage Is Heavy Set My house is rather a heavy set cottage, and is made from the trees which grew where the house now stands. IL-Ji!GSSt"e maple syrup towaro. a nine Drawling sireggj called Croup creek L call inXJiiSC&the Skyland Thought "Works. IajSome like thegen- tlemaninthe fOEgST-onnJ nf the n1mnn!u et my works show for themselves. Sky land has an inexhaustible water supply, consisting of Croup creek and a couple of Eatent wooden pails on which bonds have een issued bearing a low rate of interest The works are in charge of my coachman, and I also control the bon'j. As the town grows we propose to put in another bucket service". George Yanderbilt's extensive new f'ounds command a fine view of- my place, was over there yesterday to see how the work was progressing. It is a beautiful site. One can see from the foundations of his prospective mansion for miles up the beautiful French Broad river, and the Bmoky tops of the soft, blue mountains make a magnificent picture of gentleness and repose. A Friendly Call on Mr. Vanderbilt. It is a pleasant sight to drive over there on a quiet morning, when the thrush is sing ing in the persimmon branches and the paw paw is soughing in the mountain zephyr, to see Mr. Vanderbilt, with a little leather bootleg bag of shingle nails tied around, his waist, laying shingles on an outbuilding which he proposes to use as a chicken house, or, possibly, wearing a pair of lime spattered rfSSSM WftrWm Sm Eye at Homt. boots and finishing out a chimney as he cheerily (alls for "More mort." He likes to be busy, he says. "Duty done is the soul's fireside," he remarked to me yester day, as he put a lot of nice fresh liniment on his thumb and showed me where a pretty little pink nail was sprouting over the ruins of the other one. Mr. Vanderpilt will have one of the most extensive and beautiful, if not the most ex tensive, expensive 'and beautiful home in the world. One reason I have not yet fin ished up my place is that I wont first to see what George does, and thus get the advant age of his experience. He does not mind that, he says. His house will be bigger than Charlie Kuster's hotel at Lanmie City, and will have hot and cold water and gas in every room. The servants will oc cupy rooms entirely apart from the family. Mr. Vanderbilt will keep help the year round. He has set out his pieplant already, and yesterday ordered a Bpan of horseradish plants. A Kailroad All for Himself. A raikod running from Baltimore, on the main line to Mr. Yanderbilt's place is owned by him, and is used solely for conveying building material and salaries to the men. It is called the Vanderbilt system. Twenty thousand dollars per month is the sum paid at present to men working on the grounds, aside from those who are building. And yet my grounds, especially on Monday, present, I think, more cheerful appearance than his'n does. I often tell him that when our folks are rinsing out their white clothes in the second water, and placing my new par boiled shirts on the lawn to bleach, I know of no landsoape gardener who can begin to get such effects as we do. Mr. Vanderbilt is verv Popular here, es pecially on Saturday evenings; but he 11 not k' . TT gfo w ft loved alone for his vast wealth. Here, as on Staten Island or in the city, he is known as a quiet, studious, thorough gentleman and scholar, as well as a good judge of the native wines made here in the .mountain fastnesseffof the State out of the grains and cereals of Carolina, and used to shorten the long stage waits formerly so pairfulwhen the Governors of the two Carolinas were thrown together. The richest of gold mines known, prior to the acquisition of Carolina, were found in "worth Carolina, and yielded 5500 to the busheL Possibly the reader thinks lam trving to be facetious, but that was tke rate J500 to the bushel of earth for it was a I... mIa ft CI nivt nin t.:i 41 jjioccr mine u v",wvw.vwv nuuc me mine was being worked. Then it suddenly be came nooaea, ana a. Deiieve is still a little moist as this letter goes to press. Treasures In the Bowels of the Earth. Diamonds of fine water, and from one half to two karats in weight, have been found in the State, but not in sufficient quantities to interfere with agriculture. Fine detached crystals of zircon, garnets and graphite occur in Franklin, Lincoln and Macklenburg counties. North Carolina is also headquarters for granular or crystal line corundum, or emory. Arcenie, anti mony, bismuth, cobalt and nickel are also met up with here, nut not la the gneissoid rocks. The climate of North Carolina, especially of Buncombe county, is really its chief charm. It is, in fact, why both .me and Vanderbilt came here, we said to onr- selves: "Staten Island is beautiful beyond description, especially at times, but it is not suitable for the entire year. One should 0 up into the hills, at least for a part of t. te year,that the ozone may dawdle through one's whiskers. Chance is a rood thincr. and the climate of North Carolina has its good points." Once I came-here along with a fall of two feet of snow and a mean temperature. I had nothing te do with it, but even yet (and that was better than five years ago) the peo ple of Buncombe county, whenever a frost strikes the valley, as they profanely hunt in the bottom of the rag barrel for their ear mufis, murmur to themselves and begin to look at the depot for baggage with my name on it Just aa Nature Fixed It " At night, or in the shade, it is always cool here, especially during the holidays. But take the year round, facts, figures and poorly patronized cemeteries snow that this county can easily give points to the field and carry- off the blue satin ribbon. Relatively, the larger part of the State is very near as the Creator left it in the sun to dry. Virgin forests are still that way after the lapse of millions of years, and I have, had them pointed out to me with pride on that account by old timers here. There are thousands and thousands of acres every where, and nowhere will you see thereon where an effort has been made at clearing up the land, save the unsatisfactory one, it seems to me, of trying to clear a farm by cutting down a tree every two weeks in order to get a 'possum that is concealed in it From the oranges of the coast to the buckwheat pancakes of the JUne Bidge: The Worn and Weary Capitalist. froaJySrraiScf-iej-teopicai shores t5vla,l,i2al&-2telived to beMOaswe, of the mountains. North 1UUUUU119. J30rin I Carolina has almost evervthin? on earth that is good to eat; and, in the language of Daniel Webster, her skies shed health and vigor. I do not just remember for sure whether "Webster said that orwhethei"I quote from myself, but it is good and true. Haven for the Capitalists. To this point comes the worn and weary capitalist, with his household and his hemorrhages, his income and his insomnia. He comes to swap his scudi for a few stolen afternoons this sidp of the non-dividend de claring grave. It is a good place for that, but better still for those who have been wiser and who came earlier. The tar vineyards of this State are well known everywhere, and rank with those of Europe as to adhesive qualities and bouquet The mule also flourishes here, and it is well to take a day off while he is doing so. The mule is rarely found associated with his own kind here, but is oftener hitched up with a highly mortified horse, or sometimes a budding heifer of two or three summers. The North Carolina mule has never been en tirely satisfied with the terms of surrender at Appomattox, and it has embittered him a good deal, so that instead of taking up the duties and obligations of life and winning success for himself, he strikes one as being rather morbid and unhappy. He 'seems also prone to comment harshly on the lack of congeniality among his parents; and to be constantly asking himself, "Is marriage a failure?" B11J1 Nxa WHERE IS OHIO AG0 1 A French Journalist Appears to Be Slightly Doubtful About It It is asserted that a Nantes newspaper published on April 29, this year, this ac count of Chicago: "It is situated at the foot of the falls of Niagara and receives the waters of the great lakes. In no part of Europe will you find so great a city. Its boulevards are regular and as straight as its streets, which seemed to have been ruled with a straight-edge, and in it all railroads have termini. One is almost frightened by the height of buildings, in which all styles of architect ure meet without confusion. About 60 years ago we first visited the falls of Niagara, and our first stop was naturally at Chicago. Ex cellent hotels, very attractive people were there; and as we took a rapid walk along the banks of the 'father of waters' we were obliged continually to avoid meeting the de scendants of the companion of Saint An thony (pigs). Now these noisy animals have their own quarter, where they are sold, and they no longer, by their squeals, dis turb the public peace.'' Woman's Rights. When woman's rights have come to star. Oh, who will rock the cradle t When wives are at thb polls all day, Oh, who will rock the cradle t When Doctor Mamma's making pills. When Merchant Mamma's selling bills Of course, 'twill cure all woman's Ills, But who will rock the cradle t When mamma to the court has hied. Oh, who will rock the cradle? She has a case that must be tried, Bat who will rock the cradloT When Captain Mamma walks her decks, "When Banker Mamma's cashing checks, "When all our girls have lost th,eir sex, Must Papa Bock The cradle T . Philadelphia Inquirer. The following is for a companion piece to the above: When all saloons have gone to stay Light hearts will rock the cradle. With husbands borne at close of day, Light hearts will rock the cradle. "When sober papa feels no ills, TThen manly papa runs no bills. Of course, 'twill be as woman wills. But then she'll rock the cradle. When papa no saloon has spied. Light hearts will rock the cradle. His noble soul will not be tried, Light hearts will rock the cradle. When honest papa does his best, When woman's fights are set to rest, And ell the boys securely blest, MRTnTnfl. Will Eoct . "The cradle. LESSONS IN MASSAGE. V An Old .Art That Has Been Handed Down With Good Results. WHAT THE EXPERT TBTM OP IT, A lean Person Without Magnetism Makes the Best Masseur. SUBBING 0IL8 INTO THE SKIN rwErrrzx ron tot dispatch, iSUJSNT as massage may be to many read ers, neither name nor practice are new, ranking among the primitive one may say instinctive methods of cure. In any pain the natural prompting to press the hand upon the seat of suffering, to rub or knead it forre- lief is common to civ ilized man and sav age. It is the effort to equalize circulation and draw the blood irom the injured part in congestion, or bring back natural warmth in collapse, for friction does both. . Like all healing methods in the hands of ignorant or unprincipled practitioners, massage is overdone till it becomes charla tanry. At the same time in wise hands it is a blessed and signal relief, often super seding the painful operations of surgery and drastic medicines. In condensing the most interesting facts about it the names of Dr. Weir Mitchell, of Philadelphia, and Dr. Douglas Graham, of Boston, will be sufficient authority. Dr. Graham's able and scholarly book on massage is the manual for the profession, and massage enters largely into Dr. Mitchell's famous cures of nervous and spinal diseases. Stories Homer Tells About It. Massage originally is from the Arabio word "mass," meaning to press softly, but now includes all manual forms of relief, rubbine. stroking, kneadineand beating the muscles. The learned Prof. Billroth, of Vienna, who drew modern attention to its use about 1875, says that massage is as old as surgery. Kneading, rubbing and work ing the muscles to relieve fatigue was the practice of savage and heroic nations from the earliest times. Dr. Douglas reminds us that Homer, in the "Odyssey," tells how beautiful women rubbed and anointed war worn heroes to rest and refresh them where, we read, the fair Polcaste, youngest daughter of Nestor, bathed Telemachus, "and after she had bathed and anointed him with olive oil and cast about him a goodly mantle, he came forth from the bath feeling like the deathless gods." In those days of heroio simplicity it prob ably was no more for a woman to rub and anoint a man worn out with fighting men of his own mettle.fhrough days of fasting, heat and watchings than for a hospital nurse to tend a man aching so from wounds he does not know whether men, women or demons attend him. But ancient and modern chari ties of this sort are equally removed from the hideous massage madams who make themselves and their art disreputable. Early Masters of the Art In the fifth century B. C, Herodicus, one of the masters of the healing art, prolonged the lives of his patients by exercise and rub bing, ana also cured himseli of weakness -i.lAtA D k- T-X XAUXU11X111K Jrrolonrine Life." Herodotus s speaks of the Egyptian intintr. The fathers of massage and anoi medicine abound with recommendations of massage, and it compels our respect for the sages to hear Hippocrates repeating truths whose importance experienced masseurs can fully- appreciate. Suitable massage knits slack and rickety joints by stimulating their circulation, nutrition and innervation, while withproper friction a stiff joint becomes flexible. The fact that rubbing can make flesh ana cause it to waste is often -observed in mas sage, of which Dr. Graham says: "People sometimes lose much adipose tissue, to their detriment, by the excessive use of massage. But this can be used to advantage where fat is superabundant, with' want of tone and tension, for in these it will be found that hard rubbing binds. - Soft rubbing loosens not only tough and matted conditions of skin and superficial muscles, but also in voluntary tension of muscles found in over taxed and debilitated people. Here comes the necessity of careful discrimination, for if a patient in such condition receives such vigorous rubbing as passes for massage in these days the trouble would probably be aggravated, for greater tension would be ex cited by the pressure of friction and manipu lation upon terminal nerve filaments already in a state of irritation. All Persons Cannot Stand It. It takes a certain amount of strength to bear massage, and nervous, high-strung wo men sometimes are not at all improved by it, soothing as it may immediately . seem. My own last experience 'of massage by a trained operator produced a sort ot an in tense sleepiness for half a hour, followed by intolerable wakefulness the entire night, as it I had taken strong coffee. Massage is nowhere better, understood at the present day than among the Sandwich Islanders, from whom it is to be hoped some enterprising traveler will import the art and practitioners together. As traveling in those islands must "be done on foot or horse back, long distances over rough roads, life would miss one of its greatest alleviations without this masssage, or lomi-lomi, as the natives term it "When footsore, weary and sleepless with aching joints after a journey the consequences with us would be days of stupor and lameness. But the Hawaiian civilization sends relief in the shape of an expert witn nrm, soit touch, who comes to your mat as you lie in a single garment, and skillfully kneads, works and strokes each wearied muscle from head to foot and charms each pain away. Mr. NordhofPs de scription will be rememberedby all readers: Quickly Believes a Headache. "Almost everywhere you find some one skilled in this peculiar, delightful and re freshing treatment A stout native, be- inning with your head and working slowly ownward over the whole body, seizes and squeezes with a quite peculiar art every tired muscle, working and kneading with indefatigable patience, until in half on hour you find, yourself fresh, all soreness and weariness absolutely gone and mind and body soothed. The lomi-lomis, is used not merely for overexertion, but to relieve rhe'u matic and neuralgic pains. I have known it to relieve violent headaches in a very short time." Any one who has been under the hands of a clever masseur will regret that the lomi lomi experts have not long since been im ported to train a few thousand men and women in the art so greatly needed in our nervous and sedentary race. The chiefs keep a number of lomi-lomi people in their retinue, and Dr. Emerson says the chiefs are 25 per cent larger and taller than the subjects, because better fed and more con stantly lomi-lomied. In cases of stunted growth, probably nothing would so effectu ally increase the stature as abundance of pure air, strong food and skilful daily mas sage. A Bobbing for lawyers' Heads, It was proposed a few years since by some projecting people to import a number of Japanese masseurs, who are also very skilful in the art, and introduce Eastern luxuries into New York City, but, like many other excellent schemes, it waits some shrewd person "of known executive ability" to carry it out The well-known lawyer who always has his head well rubbed before going into court with a case has a practical idea of the value of massage, and if its vir- 1 "" J "-V V -tj5 tues were fully understopd clients would insist on a general practice of the habit, when probably fewer muddle-headed judg ments would result To attempt a description of the mode of applying massage physicians agree is not an easy matter. For perfection it requires a certain rapport of an intelligent, skilful hand with the .feelings of the patient a rarity which anyone can imagine who has tried to have his head combed inexactly the right way. French, German and Scandi navian physicians often apply massage themselves without thought of compromis ing their dignity. Drs. Brown-Sequard, Weir-Mitchell and Edward H. Clark have tried their hands at it. "Rnt tTio nntient would probably prefer less valuable time and feel more at ease with an ordinary iiuxae. m Massonrs People Can Afford. Abont 17 years ago Dr. Metzger, of Am sterdam, treated the Danish Crown Prince successfully for a chronio joint trouble; but such luxuries are reserved for crown princes, and stiff joints are better prevented by cheap, good masseurs whom one can afford every day. Dr. Weir-Mitchell refers his first inter est in the subject to the remarkable results obtained from its use by a charlatan in a case of progressive paralysis. Dr. Douglas thinks there is great room for improvement in the training of masseurs, and most pa tients will agree with him. His "shrewd, superannuated auntie out of a job," who has learned the meaning of the word mas sage andprints it on her card, and continues nor TnTltin' An aim 1 .. 1 J i- a -.a her rnbbin' as she has always done, is a typ of a plentiful class of masseurs who can b e tolerated if they do not mixmagnetism, sci entism and spiritism with their muscle and can keep their hands offa patient's trinkets and fine handkerchiefs during a visit The muscular, middle aged trained nurse, who smells rather stronelv of iierstiiration and needs a dentifrice, who chews gum during I trin rniamtinn anH 4nl1fa Sa .nnnni tn I break the soothing effect of Triction, whose touch would be perfect if it were anywhere else, is not likely to do much good to one who is anything of a sensitive patient Lean People the Best at It A stout, ruddy or plump person is not the best for massage. Such people require a great deal of exercise in the open air for the proper oxygenation of their blood and con fining work, like massage, with its stooping posture wearies them and puts them out of Breath. Spare, enduring persons, with a gentle, firm touch, absolutely without magnetism, are far and away the best mas seurs. For magnetism is like any other hypnotic chloral, chloroform and the rest prone to reactions which leave the patient weaker for its use. Sensitive people will agree with me that the so-called magnetic person absolutely repels and antagonizes them; every bristle, so to speak, stands erect at his or her approach, and the whole sys em seems roused to throw on an un wholesome power. Some clean old colored auntie or spinster who is thankful to earn her bread by honest "rubbin," without a notion of "magnetism," is vastly more de sirable than the half-trained masseur who has hurried through a course under some pupil teacher in haste to be earning her $2 an hour. TJgh! touch of her hands, slimy with vaseline, is something one would fain forget, but cannot One point must be taken, that the best physicians condemn the use of vaseline or any salves or unctions in massage. The Bomans used to have their slaves rub them with oil, it is true, and so they anointed themselyes with the sweat of stal wart helots, thinking to imbibe strength thereby. These two details of practice they have left for us to improve upon by rejec tion. Taking OU In the Shin. Oil baths for the thin and badly nourished are desirable, but they should never be given by hand. The best wajf-cCJMnin tuoir euecis is Dy a uotjs-aath nrst it may be over a hot registgr-tirby a blazing fire in one's room1 tiU. tfee pores are well open. A lint rf9?'"Snd'iirMf n. lAt. nni.)rli. A-tnliAA1 '3T BUAU BaCll n WttbAl, luaVJVlJ tJAlCU and wiped dry, should leave the skin free, when pure olive oil, almond or refined salad oil should be poured on the shoulders and rubbed over the person with a sponge or ab sorbent silk. All the better if the oil is perfumed soothing and refreshing more senses than one. At least 10 minutes should be spent in the hot air, allowing the skin to absorb the oil it is nonsense to talk of rubbing it in with any ordinary friction. Six table Bpoonsfuls of oil are quite enough for a bath, as it is all the skin is likely to take at once, and more is wasted. Cars must be taken to keep the person entirely warm and in a glow during the bath. -In 15 minutes to half on hour, as one grows accustomed, the remaining oil can be washed off with warm, soapy water no soap being applied directly to the skin, or it will wash the oil from the pores. Very weak persons may take an ammonia bath first one tablespoonful of liquid ammonia to three quarts of warm water in the forenoon, with oil after it, and a second oil bath late In the day or evening without a water bath. The oil should be always hot as is comfortable. It is said that oil baths are given in connection with some of the public baths in Chicago, but it is prob ably for the purpose of supplying the joints rather than to nourish and strenghten in valids. Thin dyspeptics, who can eat little; persons in advanced consumption and patients recovering from fevers are nour ished and strengthened by absorbing nutri tion in this way, when tne stomach is too weak to supply the system. How to Stroke the Face. ' As to the mooted point in facial massage, whether the stroking is to be given toward the eyes and nose or away from them, the answer is always away from the nose and eyes. As to whether massage is given across wrinkles or in their direction, the skin has its own contractile power when roused, and there is less danger of stretch, ing it than is imagined. Enough has been said on this subject before. Dr. Douglas tells us that massage on other parts of the person often has more effect in reaching organs than rubbing the parts themselves. In masseeing the face of a fat patient the tissues can be only rolled and stretched under the fingers and palm, away from the corners of the eyes and nose, toward the angle of the lower jaw. If the patient is thin or in moderate flesh, the cheeks can be grasped between the thumb and fingers and more thoroughly masseed in the same direction. The forefinger covered with a fold of thin cloth may be put inside the cheeks, and these softly squeezed, man ipulated and stretched between thumb and finger. But nowhere, ou author tells us, is more practice and skill required than in massage of the face and head. That it will relieve the dreadful neuralgia of the fifth pair of nerves is of far less interest to most women than that the cheeks con recover plumpness in this way. Still massage is too much of an. art to be disposed of in the columns of a newspaper. Shielet Dabe. Good Bye! This is a sad? word when taking leave of the beloved, but when, Hostetters Stomach Bitters onables us to say it to an attack of liver complaint, it is by no means sad, but decidedly jolly. Similarly, if the great tonio alterative relieves from dyspepsia or kidney trouble wo oxoerience 1nv mutism and neuralgia are ol this remedy dispossesses. JUI ralaria. rheu- io tenants which "Wt-GEiVIME IMP0RTE1P ARTICLE fV.ST HAVE. THE 5101ATVR& .OF-'JOHAflAUHOFF-Ort TrAE. MECrvOFEVELRY BOTTLER Br-VARfrt'FVTRltTTTtT.S '501 D "MnFRITrt'F NffME OF5 KflFF o F0RrTME:,5!CK-,AND.DE:BILITATE:D: jj 1 0' hsse'r ntnvtison coWYorh .va ax ;U HSSE'R WESPElLSOtt CQAteyYorK THE BOOK OF'iMOS. A lesson in the Work of the-Hnmble Sheep Herder of Tekoah. THE SHS OP JEREBOAirS PEOPLE Called Him From nia Sheep and Made of Him a Divine Messenger. HIS 8EBJI0XS AEE EYET IEC HEiED CWJU'l-l'JDC POB TlTJt DISFATCH.I The word prophet, 'in the Bible, means preacher. Nowadays it commonly means predictor; prophecy is a sort of fortune telling. But the word in Hebrew means "one whose ear is uncovered." The prophet is the man who hears. The word in Greek means one who, not foretells, but forth tells. He utters forth the great truths God has given him. The mission of the prophet is to be God's messenger and God's inter preter. Thus Aaron was to be Moses' prophet Mohammed was called Allah's prophet St Paul says that "he that prophesieth speaketh unto men to edifica tion and exhortation and comfort" It is quite plain what sort of man he is talking about, he is describing a preacher. So the prophets are the preachers. These Bible preachers differ from other preachers how? Is it that God wrote their sermons for them, while we have to write our sermons for ourselves? "We have to study, to think, to learn, to observe, to choose words and ways of putting things, while the Bible preachers did but sit down with a pen in hand and God guided the pen? xs mat tne cunerencer A Difference Only In Truth. Is it not rather in this: that God some how whispered certain great truths in these men's hearts, and that they wrote them down as best they might? And so their difference from us is not in their wprds, nor in their style, nor even in their freedom from human mistake, but rather in the greatness of their truth. These men stand in relation to religious truth where Kepler and Newton stand in regard to truth in natural science. I wont to say something to-day about Amos. And the difference between Amos and Phillips Brooks is like the difference between Euclid and the Professor of Mathematics in the "Western University:' It is the difference, as some body says, between "inspired production" and "enthusiastic reproduction," and that is a good deal of difference! The writers of the last 12 books of the Old Testament are called the "minor" prophets. The word "minor," however, does not here mean less in importance, but less in length. Some of these preachers are like the poets who ore remembered only by a single poem. But books are not of in terest, or importance, or value, in propor tion to their size. And preachers are not eminent in proport.on to the number of sermons they have written. Nor are long sermons always better than short ones. "We must not think that the minor prophets are of minor consequence. Conditions in Which Amos "Wrote. Now, I want to study to-day the book of we ui upuecy ui jumos; mat is, tne volume of the sermons of Amos a small book, but of great interest The condition of things in the" days of Amos, in the eighth century before Christ, was like this: The land was divided. There had been a civil war. Instead of the South seceding from the North, the North had seceded from the South. And the war. instead of bringing peace, had only deepeiedTision. jEptwo p-tWtherth wu ,muchTfrJwhat we wan! cheaT Go" into the iaT8K Tentllb-es belonged to the Northern kingdom of Israel, and only two to the Southern kingdom of Judah. The Northern kingdom was not only the bigger of the two, but it was by far the worse. In the days of Amos, Jereboam LT. Being King, the Northern kingdom had one of the most dangerous of possessions and one of the most fatal ot lacks. It had riches, and it lacked religion. "We sometimes think that to be rich is to be supremely happy. And perhaps it is, if we know how to be rich. '1 know how to abound," St Paul said. That is one of the most valuable pieces of wisdom in the world. But a great many people do not know how to abound. For all such the peti tion in the Litany is fitting, 'In all time of our prosperity, Good Lord deliver us." The Eesnlts of Great "Wealth. The people of the Northern kingdom were rich, and they fell into the sins of wealth. One of the sins of wealth is selfish ness, another is sensuality, another is cruel ty. .The rich people of Samaria contented themselves with luxury and forgot the poor. They had their summer houses and their winter houses, with walls inlaid with ivory, with couches of ivory hung with gorgeous embroideries, and they surrounded them selves with sounds of music and were waited upon by slaves, and drank wine from bowls ot silver. Outside the poor were starving. Selfishness grows into sensuality. The rich people cared only for eating and drink ing mostly for drinking. Intemperance was a national sin. The priest at the altar, the judge upon the bench, the King upon the throne, reeled and staggered through strong drink. The "drunkards of Ephraim" was the name which another preacher than Amos cave to the whole nation. And worse sins abounded. Selfishness and sensuality oear iruit in oppression ana cruelty. Jien were not satisfied to neglect the poor, they must needs hate them and abuse them. If a poor man got in debt they sold him as a slave for the Price of a Pair bf Shoes. 80 crreedv were thev that thev bezrudzed the needy the very dust which they flung upon their heads as a sign of lamentation. The land was full of deceitful balances. Men were busy selling chaff in the place of wheat The garments of the needy were greedily taken in pawn. Beside the very altars men reclined on couches made soft with the cloaks which they had stolen from thepoor. ' There is only one thing which con deliver people out of the temptation of riches, and that is religion, iiut tne .Northern kingdom had no religion. Or, if any still lingered among them," it was a false religion. They had departed not only from the old Govern ment, but from the old Church. At Dan and at Bethel golden calves. were set up to wor ship. On the high places were altars to Baal, and iu the hidden recesses of the dark woods were shrines to Asherah, places of abomination. There were gorgeous vest ments and fine music, and much external pomp and ceremonial; there were sacrifices and offerings. But true religion was prac tically dead. The Northern kingdom was like Borne in the days of Nero; it was like Paris in the days of Louis XIV. The Shepherd of Tekooh. Now, away down in the Southern king dom, in the village of Tekoah, six miles south of Bethlehem, lived a poor herdsman named Amos. Part of his work was to tend sheep and part of it was to tend trees. The sbecp were the stunted, ill-looking creatures of those Southern hills, and the trees were sycamores, whose fruit, to keep it from bit terness, has to be punctured before it ripened. j.iie poorest people cat ic SsfffsS FORMiLICriAvlD.DF.BILITATE no doubt, in the pasture fields of Tekoah, about the vices and idolatries of the North ern kingdom, and Amos listenedto it And as he listened his heart burned within him. He was but a poor obscure man, not a pro phet nor the son of a prophet a poor herds man of Tekoah. "What had he to do with the iniquities of the splendid and sinful kingdom? Somehow he felt that he had a great deal to do with it. It was when the word came, away off in the deserts of Asia Minor, about the murder and butchery of the Komaa Colosseum, and a young monk took it into his head and heart and hands to stop it You know how he moile his way on foot over the long road to Home, with fists clenched, and the fire of God burning in his souL You know how he entered Home, leaped over the barriers into the arena, sep arated the gladiators, and did actually bring it about though he gave his life in, the doing o'f it that that infernal butchery went on there not a day longer. How Amos "Was Called. That was how Amos felt God had called him. "The Lord took me." he said, "as I J followed the flocks, and the Lord said unto me: uo, propnecy unto my people Israel. Nothing could keep him back. You do not need to read this book of sermons through, tobe assured that here is a great preacher. Give a man a message from the living God: a message which he is absolutely- sure of, and which men are in crying and dying need of; a message whidh he cannot help but utter. And you have a preacher; to such a messenger men must listen. You can tell plainly enough by reading these sermons that Amos was a countryman. He got his illustrations from the fields. The stars of the clear night which he watched in the pasture land, the harvest wagon loaded high with groin, the bird taken in the snare, the plowing oxen, the basket of ripe fruit these most readily came into hii mind. A plain countryman, a sort of old. time Hebrew Bums, with the same tan on his cheek and the same flame in his heart A 'poet, thinking in notable, strong poetry Bnt, above everything else, in dead earnest, great thoughts in him, a great preacher. Into the Tory Heart of Sin. His subject is judgment Upon all the sins of this sinful people waits the wrath ox GocL Not a new subject Noah, they say, "the eighth person," a preacher of right eousness, had to preach after that fashion. And not an old subject, either; that is, not a subject of the past and out of date. Needed this day, and in this town. Picture the preacher. The place is BetheL That was the capital of that king dom, the Paris, the London, of Israel. The King lived there with his court about him. And the chief temple of the idolatrous re ligion was erected there. The chief priest had his seat there. Straight into Bethel, into the very heart of it, advanced the preacher, and took his stand there In the public square, before the ivory palaces, within hearing of wicked princes, and wicked priests, and wicked people, and lifted up his voice and preached as you, may read in his book. A fine, fearless deed was that "Who will deny the man that did it a place among great preachers? The Chief Priest Sent Him Away. Day after day this plain farmer in his country dress spoke the very truth of God in the Bethel market place. Daily the freat city listened, crowding the streets, ometimes with threatening, sometimes with tears, he pleaded God's indignation against all the luxury and cruelty and sensuality he saw about him, keeping nothing back. Finally the chief priest came. Amaziah, his name was. A typical chief-priest, like those we read of in the Gospels. And ha turned the preacher out But I am a mes senger, the preacher said. This winch I speak the living God has taught me. Yes, yes, is the answer, so you say. Anyhow, i"l "r"-5SL "EJMi- ??71XT! Judah, aad-preach to them. Go over to Philadelphia, or "Wheeling, to Jerusalem or Jericho, and preach. They need it But in this town not a word further. To the sermon ended, and the sins contin ued. And the rejected preacher went back to his sheep and his trees, and there wrote down what he remembered of his preaching. And so is preaching still, even unto us. Geoege Hosoxj. HAHDLIHG BED HOI BITST9. "Wonderful Skill Displayed 07 Woikmn on an Iron Structure. XnrTork Press. On the Pennsylvania Ballroad "depot In Jersey City a peculiar and exceedingly in genious plan is followed in the riveting of the iron work of the great trusses. In put ting these up, owning to the necessity for haste, much of the iron work was bolted together with bolts and nuts. Now that the entire structure is in position the bolts are being replaced by rivets. The method used in this replacing It simple, but at the same time requires considerable skill on the part of the workmen engaged.' The man on the ground has a little hand forge Throwing the JUd-Hbt Htvet. with a small bellows attached, by means of which he heats the iron spikes or rivets to white heat He then takes the white hot piece of metal in a pair of pincers, and with a dexterous toss passes it up to the men on the scaffolding, when one of them, with a no less dexterous turn, catches the flying spike in a nail keg, bucket or some similar receptacle. The precision with which the heated rivet is. thrown and caught is really "remarkable, as' the distance it has to be thrown is fre quently from 30 to 35 feet, yet so skilled do the workmen become that a miss is seldom if ever known. After being caught by the men on the scaffolding it is taken from the nail keg with a pair of pincers, inserted ia the hole from which a bolt has previously by the sledge hammers of the men. - t. 5oVft denfex t 4 sjH fli y2t&LsM&&!Zha .