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CHAPTER X (Continuso.) I placed my mother In a chair, and covered my eyes with my hands. All doubt, all fear, was gone. Then, kneel ing by my mother's side, I said, In a tone tremulous from joy while the hap py tears ran down my face: "I must go to them at once, mother. What would you have thought If, when my own dear father, your husband, came home, never having seen his son, he had dallied with the time, as I am doing now, instead of hastening to your side to embrace you and your child? Ah, be Just to me and to Mabel! Can you imagine that I am not hungering for a sight of my child and my darling wife? Ah, you have filled my heart with Joy! Remember what we said to each other when I was last at home There is no happiness without love none. It is true, It is true! The world would be a hell, if love did not exist In It. It is heaven to me now. So, you see that I must go without a moment's de lay. Be happy till I return. I will run back soon, and tell you that all is well Nay, do not fear for me, mother. I will be cautious with Mabel; I will take care that I do not frighten her: though it would be a thousand times better if you would go in first and break the news gently to her. Are you equal to it? Will you render this service to the son that loves you as I love you, my old mother will you be strong for my sake? You will I know you will! Here here is your bonnet and shawl: Never mind the snow, I'll carry you through It. I'm strong enough to carry two juch fond, foolish mothers, and never feel the weight. I have a child thank Qod. I have a child! Come, mother, hasten, hasten; or I must go without you." She made no movement in response to my appeal. The bonnet and shawl had thrust into her hand fell to the ground. "Gracious Lord!" I heard her mur mur, "how shall I tell him? How shall I break the news to him?" A film came into my eyes, and all my !ears returned with terrible force. In mother moment my mood had changed. "Mother," saia I, in a savage, impa tlent tone, "in the name of my dead fa ther, I command you to speak plainly to me!" "Oh, Amos, my son," she asked, with Infinite tenderness and pity, "are you Jtrong enough to bear it?" "Go on. My wife !" "Was not worthy of you, was not worthy of my son! Ah, me." she moaned, wringing her hands. "Why iid I bring her into this house? But she was a child then, and I thought her Innocent and pure." A strange calmness came upon me. "If you do not wish me to curse the tongue that casts a doubt upon my wife's purity, be silent, and speak not mother word. Ay, if an angel on this ioly Christmas night said to me what you have said, I would curse him as he stood before me. I . going now to Mabel's house." I made for the door, but my mother itrove to hinder me from my purpose, irying: "Stop, for mercy's sake, Amos! Your wife is not there." "I'll see for myself," I muttered, dog gedly. "I'll glye neither Mabel nor my ;hild cause to throw reproaches in my teeth for lack of faith or love. I'll stop to hear no more enigmas." I walked swiftly through the snow to Mabel's house, looking neither to the right nor the left. It might have been the brightest summer's night, instead at the bleakest and dreariest, for all the notice I took of it. I knocked loudly at the door, and almost immediately more loudly still, in my impatience; and presently I received a rough greeting In a voice that was strange to me. A log in the back garden began to bark furiously, and I heard him tearing at his chain. "Who's there?" cried a man from the window above, which had been partly raised. "It is I, Amos Beecroft," I answered, bewildered by the strange voice. "Interesting to you, doubtless," said the man, "but not so to me. If you, Amos Beecroft, don't take yourself off Instantly, I'll let loose the dog and rouse the police. You've mistaken the house, my man." "One moment," I cried "one mo ment, for pity's sake! You seem not to know my name " "I do not." "I am a sea-faring man, and have Just arrived home after an absence of three years. I was supposed to be drowned it "What is that to me?" "Nothing, 1 know. But listen," I im plored, for the window rattled as though he were about to close it in my face. "My wife shared the general im pression, and believes that I am dead. I have only Just come home, do you hear? My wife lived in this cottage when I left. I have come here, to see her " I had no strength to proceed further. "That may or may not be," was the reply. But I am the owner of this house now, and have occu pied it for a year and a half, and no woman lives with me. Women! I have had enough of women! A false, brazen lot! You've got your an swer, and be off with you! No wife of yours or any man's lives in this place, nor shall while I am in It" The window was slammed to vio lently, and I was left, dazed and be wildered, alone in the wintry night There was no doubting the truth of the man's words, and I walked slowly back in the direction of our cottage of shells with a sort of dumb despair settling upon me. Midway I met my mother, who had toiled after mo through the heavy snow. She was panting for breath, and looked inexpressibly sad and woe-begone, but I had no pity for her Indeed, no feeling whatever with respect to her. I was absorbed in my own grief and amazement at this un expected shattering of my cherished hopes. I took her arm, and led her back to her home. No word passed between us on the way. She glanced up at me many times timidly, pityingly, implor ingly; but if her features had been carved in stone, her entreating looks could not have made less impression upon me. How bleak and drear the night had grown! The wind chilled me to the marrow, and I trod the white snow with sullen steps. It suited my mood to tear and defaco it as I walked. What beauty for me was there now in the unstained carpet? I took a savage pleasure in marring its purity, and I dragged my feet through it vindictive ly, as though it were my enemy, and could feel thj wounds I was inflicting upon It. In this way, and in perfect si lence, we reached the cottage of shells. "Sit there," I said, sternly, to my mother, pointing to a chair. She sat down obediently. "Now," said I, in a hard tone, "tell me everything plainly, and let no ten derness for me induce you to put a false color upon what you have to say, and I must hear Speak the truth without reservation, as you would on your deatfc bed. If you value my love, do exact ly as I bid you." I turned my face from her, and stood thus while she told her story, keeping a strong restraint upon myself, steeling myself, as it might be, and speaking only necessary words, though it was hard to do; but you who have sustained heart-shocks will understand my feel ings and what torture I endured during the recital. "CHAPTER XI. H E neighbors," said my mother, "began to talk soon after you went away. Before that they always spoke well of you, but now their tongues were all - against you. I couldn't make it out, and I quarreled with them for slandering you. And when they told me you had a wife in an other country, I threw the lie into their teeth, and asked them how dared they set their tongues to it. 'Oh, we know what sailors are!' they said; 'and your son's no better than the rest.' Then it began to be whispered about how shall I tell you, how shall I tell you? it began to be whispered about that you laid a base plot to ruin Mabel's charac ter; and those I quarreled with I did not use gentle words to them, you may depend became more bitter than ever, and said worse and worse things. I came upon some of the back-biters one day, and saw Mr. Druce among them I held my breath ; I had been waiting to hear this name. "But he walked away, and would have nothing to say to me. He had a letter in his hand, which I think he had been reading to them. It got Into my mind somehow that he was the mis chief-maker, and I went to his office the next day, and asked him about it. There was a boy in the office, and I had no sooner commenced than Mr. Druce sent him for a policeman. 'Your son's a low-bred scoundrel,' he said to me, 'and I'll be the ruin of him and you. mere was no one out us two when he said that, and though I knew I had no business to be in his place, and was frightened of the policeman com ing, I answered that you would make him smart for his words when you came home, and that he was a mean creature to try and take away the char acter of a young woman. 'A pretty thing you are,' he cried, 'to speak of taking away a woman's character! Let Amos Beecroft deny that he was seen, while Mabel's mother was away, break ing into her house late at night, when no one was about.' 'He'll deny break ing into the house,' I said, 'but he'll not deny the rest. He had the key of the place, and Mabel stopped with me, to escape being insulted by a wretch she despised.' He got furious at this, and I don't know what more would have been said, for a policeman came in Just then, and I was turned out of the office, Mr. Druce telling me to be thankful that I wasn't taken to the police court. I thought I should have died, Amos. I am getting old, and I have had a long. long illness Her voice faltered, and her tears compelled her to pause. I bit my lips and dug my nails into my hands to keep myself from sym pathizing with her. I knew if I did so that she would break down, and she bad not yet come to that part of the story which I burned, yet dreaded, to hear. Life and death hung upon her words. "But where was Mabel all this time?" I Bald, coldly. "She was at home to give this man the lie." "No," answered my mother; "the day after you left, Mabel went Into the country to her mother, and I did not see her for a great many weeks. I have loat count of the time, Amos, but It must have been quite three months bc foro I saw her, and thon I did not seo her to speak to. Before she came back all the mischief had been done, and I was not on good terms with a single soul in the neighborhood. I can't tell you how unhappy I was, all alone as I was, and wlta my son that I loved so far away. Well, one night I happened to hear that Mabel and her mother were at home, and without waiting a mo ment, I ran to the house " She paused again, and passed her hands across her eyes, striving to re call something which had slipped her memory. I did not help her by a word; even when she held her trembling hands Imploringly toward me, appeal ing to me by that action for even the slightest sign of encouragement, I made no movement. There was no room "in my heart for compassion at that time. She continued, but in a weaker and more uncertain voice than before. "Forgive me, Amos," she said, hum bly, "but it is hard for me to remembor what came after that. You will know why presently, and then perhaps you will pity me. I went to the house, and saw Mabel's mother outside. Amos, she waited till I got close up to her, and then turned her back upon me, and slammed the door in my face. At that, of course, I went away all of a tremble, thinking that Mabel would come to mo. I stopped at home till ten o'clock at night, but Mabel didn't come. I didn't know what to think. I couldn't make out the reason cf her keeping away; she ought to have run to me the mo ment she came home you know that, Amos. If she had loved you " I Interrupted her sternly. "Go on with your story, end tell it straight. Never mind what ought to have been done. Let me know what was done." "Waiting for her who should have come, but didn't, was driving me mad, and I couldn't abide It any longer. Late as it was, I went to her house again. They were not abed, as I could tell by the light, and I was going to knock at the door, when, happening to peep through the window, who should I see in the room, with a glass before him, but your enemy and mine, Mr. Druce. Both Mabel and her mother were with him, and they were talking together, as the best of friends might do; and Mr. Druce was sitting there as though he had a right to be in that placp, and as though he did not intend to go away in a hurry. Amos, if I could have found heart and strength to knock at the door, I am sure they would have turned me from the house. But I had no thought of anything or anybody but you, my son, away on the sea3, while your enemy was laughing and joking with her who should have spit in his face for daring to speak to hej;! I turned from the window, more like a mad woman than anything else, intend ing to come home to our own little cot tage here, where we had spent so many happy years; but I was blind with grief, Amos, and missed my way. Even now I don't know where I got to nor how it happened, but all of a sudden I heard a shouting and screaming, and I was knocked down in the road and run over by a cab. I lost my senses then, and don't know what was done to me that night, nor for many a long, long night afterward. It would have .been better for me If I had never risen from my bed rather than that the son I suckled and worshiped should show me, as he shows me. now, that all love for his old mother had gone' from his heart!" (TO BH COXTIXOSO. I AS OTHERS SEE US. An American, Tiro Japanese and a Dish of Potatoes. Even those who desire to be strictly accurate sometimes erect their story from a single instance, as a geologist conceives the framework of a long extinct animal from one bone, says the American Kitchen Magazine. The fal lacy of so doing is well illustrated by the following story told to the writer by on of the participants: A few years ago two Japanese gentlemen of high standing were traveling in the United States, and, among other places, visited a large and widely known manufactory. They were afterwards invited by the senior member of the firm to lunch with him. Col. M. was also of the party. It happened that the first food placed on the table was a dish of fried potatoes, and as the manufacturer en thusiastically explained his business to his guests he unthinkingly took a piece of potato from the dish with his fingers, and ate it. A second and third piece followed. The Japanese listened politely, but Col. M. observed that they were closely watching their host's method of eating. The colonel had a keen sense of humor and he at once decided that he would follow his friend's example and see what the oth ers would do. He did so and instantly both Japanese made a dive for the dish, and they thus sat eating pota toes with theJr fingers, presenting, it is to be feared, the appearance of four men who had had nothing to cat for a long while and expected never to get anything again. Will it be surprising if in a future Japanese book on Ameri ca this breach of good manners shall find a place as an American custom? The Sensitive Cheekbone. It is a mistake to suppose that the tip of the tongue is the most sensitive part of the body. Those engaged in polishing billiard balls or any other substances that require a very high de gree of smoothness Invariably use the cheekbone as their touohstone for de tecting any roughness. "And how did he die?" asked the lady who had como West to inquire after the husband she had lost "Er by request, ma'am," said the gentle cowboy, as mildly and regretfully aj possible. Indianapolis Journal. TALMAGE'S SERMON. BENEDICTION FOR DOCTORS LAST SUNDAY'S SUBJECT. From the Text) "And Am, In the Thirty and Ninth Year of HI Ilclgn Was Dis eased In HI feet Until Hla Disease Was Exceeding Ureal" II. Chron. 10: la, 13. T this season of the year, when medical colleges ' of all schools of medicine are giving diplomas to young doctors, and at the capital and In many of the cities medical asso ciations are assem bling to consult about the advance ment of the interests of their profes sion, I feel this discourse is appropri ate. In my text Is King Asa with the gout. High living and no exercise have vitiated his blood, and my text presents him with his inflamed and bandaged feet on an ottoman. In defiance of God, whom he hated, he sends for cer tain conjurers or quacks. They come and give him all sorts of lotions and panaceas. They bleed him. They sweat him. They manipulate him. They blis ter him. They poultice him. They scarify him. They drug him. They cut him. They kill him. He was on ly a young man, and had a diseaso which, though very painful, seldom proves fatal to a young man, and he ought to have got well; but he fell a victim to charlatanry and empiricism. "And Asa in tho thirty and ninth year of his reign was diseased in his feet, until his disease was exceeding great; yet in his disease he sought not to the Lord, but to the physicians. And Asa slept with his fathers." That Is, the doctors killed him. Men of the medical profession we oft en meet in the home of distress. We shake hands across the cradle of agon ized infancy. We join each other in an attempt at solace where the parox ysm of grief demands an anodyne as well as a prayer. We look into each other's sympathetic faces through the dusk, as the night of death is falling in the sick room. We do not have to climb over any barrier today in order to greet each other, for our professions are in full sympathy. You, doctor, are our first and last earthly friend. You stand at the gates of life when wo en ter this world, and you stand at the gates of death when we go out of it. In the closing moments of our earth ly existence when the hand of the wife, or mother, or sister, or daughter, shall hold our right hand, it will give strength to .our dying moments if wc can feel the tips of your fingers along the pulse of our left wrist. We do not meet today, as on other days, in nouses of distress, but by the pleasant altars of God, and I propose a sermon of help fulness and good cheer. As In the nursery children sometimes re-enact all the scenes of the sick room, so today you play that you are the patient and that I am the physician, and take xr.y prescription Just once. It shall be a tonic, a sedative, a dietetic, a disinfect ant, a stimulus, and an anodyne at the same time. "Is there not balm in Gil ead? Is there not a physician there?" In the first place, I think all the med ical profession should become Chris tians because of the debt of gratitude they owe to God for the honor he has put upon their calling. No other call ins' in all the world. exceDt it be that of the Christian ministry, has received so great an honor as yours. Christ himself was not only preacher, but phy sician, surgeon, aurist, ophthalmolo gist, and under his mighty power optic and auditory nerve thrilled with light and sound, and catalepsy arose from its fit, and the club foot was straightened, and anchylosis went out of the stiffened tendons, and the foaming maniac be came placid as a child, and the streets of Jerusalem became an extemporized hospital crowded with convalescent vic tims of casualty and invalidism. All ages have woven the garland for the doctor'3 brow. Homer said: A wise physician, skilled our wounds to heal, Is more than armies to the public weal. Cicero said: "There is nothing in which men so approach the gods as when they try to give health to other men." Charles IX made proclamation that all the Protestants of France should be put to death on St. Bartholo mew's day, but made one exception, and that the case of Pare, the father of French surgery. The battlefields of the American revolution welcomed Drs. Mercer and Warren and Rush. When the French army was entirely demoral ized at fear of the plague, the leading surgeon of that army lnnoculated him self with the plague to show the sol diers that there was no contagion in it; and their courage rose, and they went on to the conflict. God has honored this profession all the way through. Oh, the advancement from the days when Hippocrates tried to cure the great Pericles with hellebore and flax seed poultices down to far later cen turies when Haller announced the the ory of respiration, and Harvey the cir culation of the blood, and Ascell the use of the lymphatic vessels, and Jenner balked the worst disease that ever scourged Europe, and Sydenham devel oped the recuperative forces of the physical organism, and cinchona bark stopped the shivering agues of the world, and Sir Astley Cooper and Abor nethy, and Hosack, and Romeyn, and Griscom, and Valentine Mott of the generation Just passed, honored God and fought back death with their keen scalpels. If we who are laymen In medicine would understand what the medical profession has accomplished for the Insf.ne, let us look Into the dungeons where the poor creatures used to be In carcerated. Madmen chained naked to the wall. A kennel of rotten straw their only sleeping place. Room un ventllated and unlighted. The worst calamity of the race punished with the very worst punishment. And then como and look at the insane asylums of Utl ca and Klrkbrlde sofaed and pictured, Ubrarled, concerted, until all the arts and the adornments come to coax re creant reason to assume her throne. Look at Edward Jenner, the great hero of medicine. Four hundred thousand people annually dying in Europe from tho smallpox, Jenner finds that by the inoculation of people with vaccine from a cow the great scourge of nations may be arrested. The ministers of the Gospel denounced vaccination; small wits caricatured Edward Jenner as rid ing in a great procession on the back of a cow; and grave men expressed It as their opinion that all of the dis eases of the brute creation would be transplanted Into the human family; and they gave instances whero, they said, actually horns had come out on the foreheads of innocent persons, and people had begun to chew the cud! But Dr. Jenner, tho hero of medicine, went on fighting for vaccination until it has been estimated that that one doctor, in fifty years, has saved more lives than all the battles of any one century de stroyed. Passing along the streets of Edin burgh a few weeks after the death of Sir James Y. Simpson, I saw the pho tograph of the doctor in all the windows of the shops and stores, and well might that photograph bo put In every win dow, for he first used chloroform as an anaesthetic agent. In other days they tried to dull human pain by tho hash eesh of the Arabs and the madrepore of tho Roman and the Greek; but It was left to Dr. James Simpson to in troduce chloroform as an anaesthetic. Alas for the writhing subjects of sur gery In other centuries! Blessed be God for the wet sponge or vial in the hand of the operating surgeon in the clinical department of the medical col lege, or In the sick room of the domes tic circle, or on the battle field amid thousands of amputations. Napoleon after a battle rode along tho line and saw under a tree, standing in the snow, Larrey the surgeon operating upon the wounded. Napoleon passed on, and twenty-four hours afterward came along the same place, and he saw the same surgeon operating in the same place, and he had not left It. Alas for the battlefields without chloroform. But now the soldier boy takes a few breaths from the sponge and forgets all the pangs of the gunshot fracture, and whllo the surgeons of the field hospital are standing around him, he lies there dreaming of home, and mother, and heaven. No more parents standing around a suffer! phjld stjugglir ti get away from the sharp lnslrutncnt, but mild slumber instead 01 excrucia tion, and the child wakes up and says, "Father, what's the matter? Whats the doctor here today for?" Ob, blessed be God for James Y. Simpson and the heaven descending mercies of chloro form. The medical profession steps into the .,rt -nnm. and after coniucung wit nesses have left everything in a fog, by chemical analyses shows the guilt or innocence of the prisoner, as by math ematic demonstration, thus adding ho- ors to medical jurispruuence. - -It seems to me that tho most beauti ,onoirtlon of the medical pro fesslon has been dropped upon the poor. No excuse now tor any one s not having sclentinc aueuuuute. viau sarles and infirmaries everywhere un Ac.r th control of the best doctors Borne of them poorly paid, some of not na d at an. a nair-starvea .nn.n pomes out from the low tene ment house into the dispensary, and unwraps the rags from ner DaDe, a bundle of ulcers, ana rneum, ana pus i,,ioa nnd over that little sufferer bends tie accumulated wisdom of the ages, from Esculapius down to last week's autopsy. In one dispensary, in nno vear. one hundred ana fifty tnous and prescriptions were issued. Why do t show vou what God nas allowed tnis profession to do? Is it to stir up your vanity? Oh, no. me aay nas gone Dy for pompous doctors, with conspicuous gold-headed canes and powdered wigs, which were the accompaniments in the days when the barber used to carry through the streets of London Dr. Brockelsby's wig, to the admiration and awe of the people, saying: "Make wav! here comes Dr. Brojkel.iby's wig." No, I announce these things not only to increase the appreciation of laymen In reeard to the work of physicians, but to stir in the hearts of men of the medical profession a feeling of grati tude to God that they have been al lowed to put their hand to such a mag nificent work, and that they have been called Into such illustrious company. Have you never felt a spirit of grati tude for this ODDortunlty? Do you not feel thankful now? Then I am afraid, doctor, you are not a Christian, and that the old proverb which Christ quoted in his sermon may be appro priate to you: "Physician, heal thy self." There are many who always blame the dector because the people die, for getting the Divine enactment: "It Is appointed unto all men once to die." The father in medicine who announced the fact that he had discovered the art by which to make men in this world immortal, himself died at forty seven years of age, showing that im mortality was less than half a century for him. Oh, how easy it is when peo ple die, to cry out: "malpractice." Then the physician must bear' with all the whims, and the sophistries, and the deceptions, and the stratagems, and the irritations of the shattered nerves and the beclouded brain of women, and more especially of men, who never know how gracefully to be sick, and j who with their salivated mouth curse the doctor, giving him his dues, as they( say about the only dues he will In, that case collect. The last bill that Is paid la the doctor's bill. It seems so Incoherent for a restored patient, with ruddy cheeks and rotund form, to be bothered with a bill charging him for old calomel and Jalap. The physicians of this country do more missionary work without charge than all the other professlones put together. From the concert room, from the merry party, frrm the comfortable couch on a cold night, when the thermometer Is five degrees below zero, tho doctor must go right away; he always must go right away. To keep up under this nervous strain, to go through this night-work, to bear all these annoy ances, many physicians have resorted to strong drink and perished. Others have appealed to God for sympathy and help, and have lived. Which were tho wise doctors. Judge ye? Again: The medical profession ought to be Christians becauso there are pro fessional exigencies when they need God. Asa's destruction by unblessed physicians was a warning. There are awful crises In every medical practice when a doctor ought to know how to pray. All the hobts of ills which some times hurl themselves on the weak points of tho physical organism, or with equal foroelty will assault the en tire line of susceptibility to suffering. The next dose of medicine will decide whether or not the happy home shall be broken up. Shall it be this medi cine or that medicine? God help the doctor. Between the five drops and the ten drops may be the question of life or death. Shall it be the five or ten drops? Be careful how you put the knife through those delicate portions of the body, for if it swings out of the way the sixth part of an inch the pa tient perishes. Under such circum stances a physician needs not so much consultation with men of his own call ing, as he reeds- consultation with that God wro strung the nerves aud built the cells, and swung the crimson tide through the arteries. You wonder why the heart throbs why it seems to open and shut. There is no wonder about it. It is God's hand, shutting, opening, shutting, opening, on every heart. When a man comes to doctor the eye, he ought to be in communication with him who said to the blind: "Receive thy sight." When a doctor comes to treat a paralytic arm, he ought to be In communication with him who sjid: "Stretch forth thy hand, and ha stretched It forth." When a man come3 to doctor a bad case of hemorrhage, he needs to be in communication with him who cured the issue of blood, saying: "Thy faith hath saved thee." , I do uof. mean to say that piety will niflke up for radical Jlill A bunsling doctor, confounded with wluu aof a very bad case, went Into the next, room to pray. A skilled physician was called in. He asked for tho first prac titioner. "Oh," they said, "he's in the next room praying." "Well," said the skilled doctor, "tell him to coir.e ou,t. here and help; he can pray and work at the same time." It was all in that sentence. Do the best we can and ask God to help us. There are no two men in all the world, it seems to me, that so much need the grace of God as the minister who doctors the sick soul, and the physician who prescribes for the diseased body. But I must close, for there may be suffering men and women waiting in ycur office, or on the hot pillow, won dering why you don't come. But be fore you go, 0 doctors, hear my prayer for your external salvation. Blessed will be the reward in heaven for the faithful Christian physician. Some day, through overwork, or from bend ing over a patient and catching his contagious breath, the doctor come3 heme, and lies down faint and sick. .He is too weary to feel his own pulse or take the diagnosis of his own com plaint. He Is worn out. The fact Is hl3 work on earth Is ended. Tell those people in the office there they need not wait any longer; the doctor will never go there again. He has written his last prescription for the alleviation of hutaan pain. The people will run up to his front steps and inquire: "How is the doctor today?" All the sympathies of the neighborhood will be aroused, and there will be many prayers that he who has been so kind to the sick may be comforted in his last pang. It is all over now. In two or three days his convalescent patients, with shawl wrapped around them, will come to the front window and look out on the pass ing hearse, and the poor of the city, bare-footed, and bare-headed, will stand on the street corners, saying: "Oh, how good he was to us all!" But on the other side of the river of death seme of his old patients, who are fcrever cured, will come to welcome him, and the Physician of heaven, with locks as white as snow. according to the Apocalyptic vision, will come out and say, "Come In, come in. I was sick and ye visited me!" The Light of the World. As the best light in the world is the warm light of the sun, so the best il lumination of life Is not from the moon like beams of human speculation, but from the love of God. That love, like the sun, opens the universe, turns even clouds into glory, and lifts death Itself to a mount of transfiguration. Discharged Herself. Smith Our fool of a servant tried to light the fire with kerosene this morn ing. Jones Have you discharged her? Smith We have only found her left leg and the end of her nose. The torpedo fish sometimes weighs eighty pounds, and a single shock from this fish will kill the strongest horse.