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i-'-' ' 1 " . . -,5V- .--' ... Vir. BGHWEIBB, TH OOMUAiON-THE TJNION-AND THE ENFORCEMENT OF THE LAWS. VOL JJII MIFFUNTOWN, JUNIATA COUNTY. PENNA.. WEDNESDAY. FEBRUARY 8.1899. NO. 9. iiliSflS Jll Milt J u cHArricu xxin. "Jlv i 'i's sro so heavy, Mrs. Rivers." said the faint voice. "I wish you could taik to sleep." 'I'jii v were alone now, anil the fight for life or .T. ;i r 1 was to be lost or won that nipbt; aieiie with the prim anzel whose shaduw iav on the fair, boyish face. "Yon will tell me the truth, I know," he ' ai.l. ' Papa cried this evening when he kissed me. Am I in danger, Mrs. Rivers? Am 1 coins to die?" There was sueh wondering awe on the youns fa-'O swh linht and fear in tht lar-e l-riir!it eye, she knew not how to answer: yet slie had been by too man; deathbeds to hesitate long. "We hope not," she said, quietly. "Life and death are in CJod's hands. If He wants you. Uupcr if He calls yon, you will be w illing to go?" "Yes." he replied; "it is not that. I do not think I am frightened. Heaven, they sav, is very fair, and God so good. I wanted to know the truth, because of poor papa." She knelt down by his side, and drew the hot. tired head on to her breast; she pillowed him in her tender arms, and, bending over him. whispered such words as might have been spoken by angel lipev words so full of love, of mercy, of hope so glowins in their grand description of the land "where there is no sorrow and no wrong." that the boy listened aa one en chanted. "You speak just as my mother did," h whispered, quietly: "she always told ma every uit:ht n'oout God, and the angels, and heaven. She used to sing a pretty lit tle hymn. Io you know it ?' Paradise. " "I "know it. desr; I will sing it, if yon trill try to go to sleep. Shut your eye snd listen." The bunting eyelids closed slowly, and Rupert !av still and motionless. There s-as deep unbroken silence; then the sweet voice, still hushed and low, rose, singing the beautiful hymn. The boy listened as one soothed by an angel's song. Only once the blue-veined lips trembled, and he eaid: "You sing like my mother, too. She ia Binging among the ang now; but I am sure her voice is like you.-. I will be quite still now, and think." While he lay thinking she knelt to pray. She prayed from the very depths of her broken heart that her son might be spared, and that she might be taken in his place. When the prayer was ended she knelt, watchin? bim, while the dead silence grew .deeper and deeper. - Ttcre was a faint murmur from the wind a low whisper, as though it had sobbed until It was exhausted. No other onnd disturbed the profound stillness which reigned throughout that Tast man sion. The stars shone in the depths of the blue skies: the pale moon gleamed and glistened; fleecy clouds passed over its face. Trees and flowers were all asleep; there seemed nothing living, nothing hu man to watch the tragedy going on in the Bed Room. And still Mrs. Rivers knelt with her face bent over the boy, watching him so intently that her very soul seemed to have passed into her eyes. His were closed in deep, restful thought, but not in sleep. So silent, so still; not even the creaking of a door, the sound of a footstep noth ing to break the charm not even the fa miliar sound of a "mouse behind the wain scot." Silence deep and profound as death itself: Hark! surely that is the sound of a woman's dress against the crimson hang ings'. Gently and noiselessly she rose from her knees, and stood with her eyes on the tapestry. Then how was it the shock did not kill her? then she saw the tapestry move slightly, aa though some one had touched it lightly on the other side. There was no onnd, no stir. Another moment, and from between the .hangings, where two pieces of crimson tapestry met, she saw a white hand. She could neither move nor stir; she waa root d to the ground in terror too intense for any weak words to describe. The hand was withdrawn, then it reap peared, holding this time a small vial, full f a clear liquid like cold water. That as placed noiselessly on the stand, and the bottle containing the opiate was with drawnstill without sound. It waa so P?ntly; so noiselessly done, that had Mrs. levers been looking another way had he been engaged with her patient ahe could not possibly have known what had been done. In one moment it flashed across her. "bo had taken the opiate that was to Mve the life of her son? Without it, he must die. Who had taken It? What was put m ius place? Only a moment, then the mother's mighty love that was In her came to her aid. Casting one glance at the calm, tranquil race of her son, she opened the hangings Just in time to see a figure of some kind disappear at tie outer door. AH nervous Bess, all fear died from her. Swifter than tne wind, she made one noiseless, rapid rush after the retreating figure, and caught it in the corridor outside the Red Iioom. Caught it, and held it fast with a grasp J0-.e force came from her mighty love. tal1, 6!tely figure, yet it writhed in her It1M-'",led to shudder, to shrink; and then she said in a low, hushed roice: jive me back that opiate! Whoever n!lVr,.1. know not: me back the of HherP Was no ppl' and in die darkness or we si.ent corridor the two women could no. see each other. TT, n .tr,,.. 1 S.ing with fierce force to get away; the I ) 7: "v1 force even neater still, strug gled to hold her. Iow n the broad corridor they went, the Primer and the gentle woman whose . e ga,e to her "Oft hands the wT "1 " Iown, struggling ... ,u iu nilint -1 .1(1.1 llttrlfnaea until -K w enmo . - - " ------", . . om wuere. for the conven ing "se wl,om Mrg- Ri'ew might .immou a hre and a light both burned. dr'J!2iy avnd desPerately Mrs. Rivers dragged rather than led her captive there. ";;n turned and locked the door. dmvn"7hPJ"ie'1- "Beatrice Leigh. 'I'ank heaven that the yon have been spared - "in f murder!" It w,. wCHApTER XXIV. enuehtVT, SeIWyn Wh " tateto vd forced into the "X. angv Ul tM whit n a ' How do Ton HimT" .i j. ... - - -muawCTiru; how do you dare, Mrs. Rivers, to treat wui caii ira Helwyn. You are ma! Yon must be driven away from bere; yu arc mad!" 1 am sane enough, Beatrice Leigh. o.mo enough to know why yon have stolen that bottle. Heaven watched over Rupert Selwyn, or you would have slain him. Ton had murder in your heart when yon took it away cruel murder! Ton hate him because he stands between your child and Selwyn Oaatle. Ton hats) him because ha is the son of the woman yon taunted, and persecuted, and drove forth to death. Ton hate him because the husband yon have won by false means loves him. Ton hate him; and yon have aaid to yourself that he shall die!" "It ia false all falser said Lady Bea trice. "I I thought that medicine too Irons: for him. and did not care to dis turb him by going nto the room. If you think 1 am wrong, take it back and give It to bim.' "I win take it back." said Mrs. Rivers; "but none the less did you mean to murder my only son!" "To murder whom?' cried my lady; and then the two women stood, tall, erect, and stately, looking with acorching eyes at each other. "My son!" repeated the clear voice. "Ton want to kill him. If he were left in your power you would kill him. To save his life I do that which I would not have done for any other human object. I claim him!" "You do what T asked my lady, with a sneer. "I claim him," was the calm reply, "for he is mine." "Yours!" she cried. "In the name of heaven, who are yon?" ' "riii TAn ntt OTiM Tton trice? WhAm did you torture? whom did you perse cute? whom did you taunt day and night? From whom did yon steal the love of husband, the esteem of friends? From whom did you take every earthly Joy, ev ery earthly pleasure even the light of heaven itself? Answer me that." She could not; ahe had grown whiter and whitershe had crouched lower and lower until she knelt now her scared face buried in her hands. "Did not the Hfe of the mother content yon?" continued the clear voice; "must you take the life of the child? Too a woman to dream of murder! to let not bate, hot anger, cruel Jealousy, drive yon to this! Aak pardon from heaven, Bea trice Leigh; for most assuredly, had Prov idence not watched over my son, yon would have slain him." "Your son!" cried Lady Beatrice, rising suddenly and standing before her. "Ia the name of heaven, who are yon?" "I am his mother Violante SdwynT A low, mocking, scornful laugh waa th only answer. "I repeat it!" eacboed the clear voice; "I am his mother Violante Selwyn." "You are apeaking falsely r cried Lady Beatrice. "What does thia play-acting, this absurd ranting mean? You are most surely mad. Lady Violante Selwyn the low-born woman who inveigled my noble husband into marrying her ia dead. I saw her dead: I saw her buried; ahe lies far away in Florence." "Nay," interrupted the clear voice, "sue is here! Look well at me; do yon not know my face? Do you not know my voice? Do yon want further proof? See!" Then, with calm, quiet hands that had ceased to tremble, she removed the wid ow's cap, the false hair that bad so effec tually disguised her, and then, when Bea trice saw the soft golden curls clustering, short, and wavy, she uttered a low cry, as though she stood face to face with specter. "Have yon rken from the dead?" ahs asked. The dead never return," was the grave reply. "Do you believe now that I am Violante Selwyn?" "You did it all for thia one hour of vengeance and of triumph," said Bea trice. "It ia not so' You have tried to kill my son, and my heart ia full of indignation, of sorrow, and of anger; but believe me, for the disgrace I have unthinkingly and unconsciously brought down upon youi bead, I am sorry sorry with my whole soul. I would kneel to beg your forgive ness for it; I would do anything to atone for it." . "Disgrace!" cried Beatrice. "On, heav en! that any living woman should nee that word to me!" Her tall figure waa drawn to its utmost height, her dark eyes flashed fire. "I have to thank the plotting, low-born daughter of a country attorney that I, Beatrice Leigh, am disgraced!" ahe cried; "that I have lived for aix years with the man I love, yet am not his wife; that I have borne a child who haa no right to ita father's name! It ia to you I owe it!" The fair head drooped before her un utterable sorrow. "It is all my fault," said Violante meek ly. "Would that I could bear the punish ment alone." "It is your fault," said Beatrice. She drew herself up with the hauteur of a queen. She raised her bare white arms as though appealing to the h ghest tri bunal. "Listen!" she cried. "You have outwitted me. You have triumphed over me. I curse you! I curse the fair beauty of your face; I would fain trample t out. Sleeping, waking, eating, weeping, laugh ing, I curse you, Violante Selwyn, and I bVtoTante made no attempt to stay thl passionate torrent of words. "I must return to my child." she said. "Beatrice. Rupert'. We tremb balance; the least excitement will WU Mm. Let us keep this secret yet a little loner cn tomorrow evening are if my boy diea I ahall t then it will not matter. It bel hwWj morrow evening, cost what! M m lf ten my husband myself, then f0?" my presence for evermore. WW jou keep my secret until then?" iT. "As yon will." was the -And. Beatrice. I have something w iw YoVnaverted to kin my " ::'" not forgive yon, Vlojaste SeJwn. . - rrom neavea asked me. I will curse you. and hate yon; but forgive you, so help me, heaven, I never will." "You will keep my secret until to-morrow r said Violante humbly. "K, by the rking of my finger," said Beatrice Leigh, "I could stretch yon dead at my feet, I would lay yon there. Bet terT Violante Selwyn, to have made your self any other enemy. You shall not tri umph in the end." And so defiant, so proud, so wicked was the face turned to Violante, that she shud dered aa with mortal cold. "Remember," hissed Beatrice, aa ahe passed her. "my last word to you waa a curse!" She swept from the room without an other look at the unhappy woman she left behind. (To be continued.) Ntoaravaroav Canal aa It Is. The Nicaragua ship canal is in the condition of more than one great en terprise of similar character; the route has been surveyed and pronounced per fectly feasible, and a considerable amount of work haa been done at vari ous points along the course of the pro posed waterway. So vast, however. Is the outlay necessary, that a single com pany, no matter how wealthy, la not able to handle the enterprise, for years must elapse ere the completion of the work, and probably years more before an income can be derived from it which will pay Its running expenses and the Interest on Its bonds. The Nicaragua Canal Commission estimates the cost of the canal at $133,407,000, and the only possible way of raising this Immense sum is for some government to guar antee that the interest on the bonds win be raid until such time aa the canal company Is Itself able to meet Its own expenses. Congress has re peatedly been asked to take action in this direction, but has not done so, its experience with the Union Pacific roads not having been so favorable as to Jus tify the further undertaking of enter prises so great; an additional objection being found in the fact that the pro posed canal lies beyond the territorial jurisdiction of the' United States. If It Is ever finished, however, the canal win prove of almost Incalculable value to the commerce of the world. The total length of the canal, along the pro posed route from ocean to ocean, will be 168.4 miles. Including Lake Nica ragua In this estimate. A steamer starting from New York to San Fran cisco Is now compelled to pass around the Horn and traverse a distance of 15,660 miles; by the Nicaragua Canal the distance would be 4,807 miles, and the saving to onr government in the shifting of vessels from the Atlantic to Pacific stations would In fuel alone be enormous, to say nothing of the economy of time. St Louis Globe Democrat. ' It is a common mistake to Judge of character wholly by the emotions, de sires and affections. They form a large part of it, certainly. He who loves good and hates evil, who wishes to do right, whose Intentions are pure, and whose impulses are excellent, la of course a very different kind of person from one whose inclinations lead him In an oppo site direction, and Is far more estim able. Yet we cannot afford to omit In our estimate that strength of purpose which carries ont the desires and con verts unformed hopes into actions and realities. Some persons are so consti tuted that this process foUows on in stinctively. No sooner Is a purpose formed thaa the means to fulfill It are chosen, adopt ed, and set to work. Conscious of a need, they begin at once to supply It. If they espouse a principle, they live up to It; If they favor a reform, they help to promote it; If they are indignant at some Injustice, they set about prevent ing It. Others, satisfied with a good inten tion, postpone its fulfilment indefinite ly; they think the work Is almost done when they have deckled to do it; where as this Idea la the very hindrance which often prevents It from being done at all. Drank: a Gallon of Water. Theodore Bock, of Hamilton Ohio, aged 18, took a novel way to enter the army at Fort xnomas. xonng bock was shy eight pounds avordupols to come np to the required weight, and remembering the old adage, a pint's a pound the world around, swallowed a gallon of water before taking bis ex amination. The scheme worked and Bock la now a full-fledged soldier. No Tim. Lost. "I wonder why it Is that meetings of the unemployed are always called on Sunday?" "That is so the men who attend will not be forced to lose a day from their work." Exchange. The Belgian government offers a prize of $10,000 for .the Invention of a match paste containing no phosphorus and not otherwise dangerous to health in Its manufacture. Of course, other points are required, but the object of the offer is to find a way to do away with -a dangerous employment. Enjoy present pleasures In such a way as not to Injure future onea Seneca. There are 47 Chinese temples In the United States. Space has a temperature of 200 de grees below sero. Fish with white flesh are more eas ily digested than fish with reddish flesh. Queen Victoria's favorite sonar Is said to be "And ye shall walk in Bilk attire." Cashmere shawls are made of the hair of a diminutive goat found In Lit tle Thibet. Trains run from Pekln to Tien Tsln. China. In four hours the distance be ing 128 miles.. The tents of the Bedouin Arabs are usually black. They are made of dyed goat's hair cloth. It is a curloua fact that the honey bee waa never known in the United States till imported from England. The heart beats ten strokes a min ute less when one is lying down than when one is In an upright position. The late Mme. Carnot waa fond of bueylng herself with the garden and a nhouse built by her late husband. It has been ascertained that one of the mountains to the moon Is SftOOO feet Ma-h. while several are upward of J0.- 000 feet I iW THE QUICKSANDS. ELI TAYLOR was a typical frontiersman. HIa father bad been a pioneer 'and his grand father had been klUed by Indians "away back when Missouri an' Arkan saw belonged to the French," to use his own language. Whenever-Ell Taylor, could see the moke of a neighbor's cabin he became possessed with the Idea that the coun try was getting to be too thickly set tled and correspondingly nnhealtby, and be bundled bla family Into one of those huge wagons known as "a prairie schooner" and moved further west. This be persisted In doing until one day he found himself under the shadow of the Rocky Mountains, and be woke up to the fact that bis wife was a broken-down old woman and bis daughter Lena and bis son Tom "about as big as they was erer goln' to get to be." Young Tom Taylor had not Inher ited the gypsy love of change that had distinguished his ancestors. He was a sturdy, sensible fellow and wanted to settle down on & farm, where bis moth er could live better than she bad been doing, and where Lena could have a chance to know more about books, which she had learned to read In some unaccountable way, and of which she waa very fond. 5 And so EU Taylor In bis 60th year settled down to the cultivation ofr a farm not far from what Is now Canyon City, but which was then a cluster of cabins where prospectors rested before going over the mountains to South Park. Here EU Taylor and young Tom worked with so much success that within a few years they had a comfort able bouse and outbuildings, a dozen cows and as many horses, and, great est of all evidences of prosperity, money laid by for a rainy day. Lena Taylor, though miles away from the nearest neighbor, was not destined to remain unknown and un appreciated. The fame of her thrift and her beauty was discussed -.abcut te.campflr.f-ptopectwre-'Jnithe mountains. Many of them had gone a day's Journey out of their way to see her, and the general opinion was that the man who made a successful "claim" to her band would have, by all odds, the finest piece of property In the territory. It has been said that poverty and suf fering are the greatest tests of charac ter, but we are Inclined to think that It require, a stronger, nobler nature to withstand a change in the face of sud den prosperity than to meet reversals with philosophy. . BU Taylor, was prosperous, and with bla prosperity vanished hi Inborn dis like for settled communities. It was he who carried all the farm produce to Canyon City and purchased there such supplies aa were needed by his thrifty family. Had he confined bis purchases to these supplies all would have been well, but, unfortunately, be had a chance to gratify his taste for strong drink, and be yielded to it till the pas sion became his master. The saloons of the frontier at that time were open gambling dens, "run" by sharpers who plundered without re morse the men they bad first maxle drunk. One these places was kept by a man named "Mart" Estel, who had tb. coveted reputation of wealth and the unenviable reputation of a desperado who had killed a number of men. He always denied being rich, and when questioned about bis shooting exploits be would lay his hand on bis hip and say, with a chilling laugh: "You can bet that when Mart Estel finds himself In a tight box be knows how to fix the lock that will let him ut" Estel's saloon become a favorite re sort with Ell Taylor, and be not only got drunk there, but the news reached hie family that he had fallen Into the habit of gambling. The latter report was confirmed by the fact that he no longer accounted for the money he bad got from the sale of bla produce. Lena and her brother begged their father to keep away from Canyon City, but, unheeding them and blind to the tears of his Invalid wife, he persisted in the course. And now the son and daughter, who had been so eager to secure a perman ent home, expressed an anxiety to move further Into the wilderness, but their father became stubborn, saying: - "You made me settle down bere and here I'll stay." When matters were nearlng their worst a young man, dressed In the garb of a hunter, but with a refinement of manner that convinced Lena that be was not "an original mountaineer," came to the valley In which the Taylor farm was situated and asked to board there while be hunted and prospected in the neighboring mountains. He gave his name as "George Herron," and as he offered $8 a week for the accommo dation and showed a willingness to pay In advance, Mrs. Taylor and Lena agreed to take him In. George Herron was a handsome and rather a melancholy young man such a one as must appeal powerfully to the virgin heart and lofty Imagination of the frontier girl. Be was away a great deal often for nights at a time, and when be returned be bat seldom brought game, though be always had strange wild flowers for Lena and curious specimens of ores, which he examined with his nlcro cope and acids. Love la largely a matter of associa tion; It Is not, therefore, to be wonder ad at that Lena grew to watch the momataln trail for the coming of the young banter, nor that the light of gladness left her expressive face whenever she saw him disappearing In the rocky heights above the vaUey. Of late Mart Estel had taken to visit ing the valley, but It chanced that be never came there except when George Herron waa away. EU Taylor bad ceased going to Can yon City; Indeed, be seemed to have lost aU Interest In the farm, in his family, and in himself. - Lena and her mother tried to cheer him, and Tom worked harder than ever to make up for his father's losses, but still Eli went about like a man whose heart was broken. The reason for this melancholy was at length made manifest. One day Mart Estel, accompanied by a stoat, florid man of 40 who looked much like himself, came to the farm and held a long consultation with EH Taylor. "I have kept it all from my children," said Ell Taylor to Estel and his com panion, who was known as "Lawyer Roggs," "but I reckon the best way Is to have them In and make a clean breast of It" "Yes; they might as well know it first as last," said Estel, "and more par ticularly Lena, for she's got it in her power to square the account." "How so?" asked Ell. "Didn't I tell you how when last you was down, and didn't you promise to speak to her about It?" asked Estel. "I wasn't myself then. I've forgot -VfM i'W -' ' lPsTrroBDed 11 'TOD B1VI XT 1SJWIR," SA.ID LIIA. all about It, and I wish I could forget that 1 ever came to this settlement," said the distracted man. "Have your family in and let us talk It over." said' Lawyer Roggs, as he drew some papers from bla pocket. Mrs. Taylor, Lena and Tom were called In, and Mart Estel, without any preliminaries, went on to tell bow for a year or more Ell Taylor bad been getting deeper and deeper Into bis debt "I loaned money and did all I could for Mr. Taytor," said Estel, "and at last seeing that he could not pay me, I took a mortgage on the farm and the stock. The mortgage Is due, and If Mr. Taylor or none of the famUy ain't able to take It up I'll sell the place or I'll take It for what's doe me." "I don't know anything about law," said Tom Taylor, "and I don't want to know, but I've tried, and so have mother and Lena, to work hard and make a living up to this time. Father had no right to mortgage the farm and the stock, for they are more of my making than of bis, and I do not pro pose to let any man Interfere with my righto." "Ah. my young friend," said Lawyer Roggs. opening one of the papers be held In bis hand, "your father has bere sworn that he owns this farm and the stock; If he has sworn to what ain't true, why, all Mr. Estel has to do is to apply to the officers of the law In Den ver and bare him arrested for swin dling and perjury. On hearing this EU Taylor groaned and his wife covered her face with her thin bands. "I have no more to say about It," said Tarn, going to the door, "only this that the man who arrests -my father will undertake a life Job, and the man who carries out our little property must do so by force." After Tom bad gone Lena asked: "Mr. Estel, can't you give us time to pay you? Father got only arm at your place. He was not a drunkard nor a gambler before we came bere." "And I didn't make bim one or the other," said Estel. "But I told him be fore what I teU you now that is, that you can say one word that'll free bim from debt and make yourself rich." "What Is that?' asked Lena, with forced calmness. "Be my wife," said Estel, reaching out bis hand. Leuu drew back and the color fled ner face. Her simple life bad made her unconventional, s that she spoke her mind without an$ thought of the con sequences. "Marry your' she said. "How could I do so when I do not love you?" "But you wlU learn to love me," said Estel. "That Is Impossible." "Why so?" "Because I love another." "Who la beT "That matters not," she said, with spirit "you have my answer." "But I wUl not take no' for an an swer. Think over what I have said, and in one week I ahall return; should you then refuse me I shall take what is mine," With this ultimatum Estel and his friend left BU Taylor and his wife triad to make Lena see that It would be to the ad vantage of all if she accepted Estel's proposal, but she firmly replied: "I am ready to die to save either my father or my mother, but It Is too much to aak me to sell my soul." Tom stoutly took his sister's side, and when George Herron returned, which he did that evening, they told him all that had happened and asked his advice. T can help yon by giving you the. money," replied the young hunter, "but my belief Is that these fellows are thieve, and are playing a bluff game; If so, I think Tom and I can match them." "It's this young Herron that Lena's In love with," said EU Taylor to bis wife. "If It wasn't for bim she'd have Estel and we could keep the place. I won't have bim about here no longer." In his blunt way the old man told George Herron to leave, frankly ex plaining the reason, and George said In reply: - "If I cannot help you, Mr. Taylor, I wlU not stay In your way." The next evening, after a long talk with Lena and her brother, the young hunter shouldered bis rifle and went away, and EU Taylor felt that bis property would be now secure. In which event he compromised with his selfish ness by promising himself that be would never get drunk nor gamble again. At length the dreaded day cam ant with It Estel, Roggs and a number of men they bad brought to take posses sion of the place. They found Lena even more deter mined than before, for she positively refused to speak to Estel In the house. "Will you speak to me outsider' be asked. "Yes; on the bridge over Quicksand Creek," she replied. This was the bridge on the road leading from the farm to Canyon City, and the stream which it spanned was filled with the quicksand that makes traveling In that region such a terror. Fearing some harm, Estel's friends foUowed at a distance, and the moment be stood on the bridge with Lena they saw a young man In hunter's garb ap pear at the other end. They heard this young man cry out: "We meet at last, Belman!" Estel seemed frozen with terror; after a few seconds be laid his band on the bridge railing and leaped over. bis object being escape, but he found himself In the remorseless grasp of the quicksands. Roggs and others ran up only to see Estel or S&felman," for these were only a few of bis names, disappearing. "ThatWic.H." said George Herron, pointing to the stream., "murdered and mTr tSJtber two years ago in Salt Lake City. I v9- &eeh - IoorH Tofnlm ever since, but I bold you to witness that he died by bis own act" With their champion gone Roggs and his companions had no further inter est In bis case... Ell Taylor was never troubled again. He changed his hab its and made over his farm to his son, though be thinks that bis son-in-law, George Herron, Is quite as fine a fel low as Tom. New York Ledger. Cabby's Kevenge. A stipendiary magistrate in a town In Yorkshire who was not given to err on the side of leniency once had before bim a cab driver wbo was charged with furious driving. After some severe comments on the man's conduct a heavy fine was Imposed. A few days after the trial the magis trate, wbo had been detained rather longer than usual in the court was hur rying along to catch his train, when, seeing an empty cab bandy, be hallc-d the driver and directed him to proceed to the station, teUIng him that be was pressed for time. The driver, however. heedless of the hint kept to a very gen tle trot "I say. I say, my man," exclaimed the fare, with his bead out of the window. "drive faster than this." "It can't be done, sir," replied the driv er. "Ye see, if we drives faster we're had up afore the beak, and we gets fined; so we has to be careful." He did not alter his pace and neither did the "beak" catch bla train. London Tid-Bito. Doubt rnL -The foUowlng remark of a HIghlanu clergyman, taken from the Spectator, shows that a Celt Is a Celt, In Scotland as well as in Ireland. In a sermon preached In a small church In Strath Spey, the pastor, after inveighing against slothfulness, said by way of cUmax: "Do you think Adam and Eve went about tbe Garden of Eden with their bands in their pockets?" Tbe Cause. Asklns What has caused the change In Maj. Stiff's appearance of late? He used to look like one born to command. Grimshaw He Is married now, and has made the discovery that he wasn't born for any such purpose. Puck. The Camel aa a Plow Hone. Count Bkorzewskl, a wealthy land owner In the province of Posen, Ger many, to. the amazement of his rustic neighbors, has introduced a novel de parture on his Csernlejewoel estates, which stands a fair chance of being widely imitated In agricultural districts in Western Europe. Instead of a horse or ox or a camel Is yoked to the plow, and the experiment has proved success ful beyond the count's most sanguine expectations. The camel, inured to hardships and privations, does donble tbe work of a pair of horse, la exceed ingly tractable and can be kept In good condition for a camel on a compara tively amaU quantity of Inferior fodder. The "8korzewskl quadruped a," aa the peasants of Posen facetiously call the laborious intruders, were soon a cell matised, and are the envy of the coun tryside. Qraapias ChoUio Might I give you a pocket book as a gift? ' DolHe What would there be In It fot me? Half. I ah. Vm .mH h.ir j. j, I She You were scared half to deato the day we were married. Hs Only half, unfortunately.- I A notay person about aa office causes i of nm l u lis linaaiislsii h SERMONS OF THE DAY tatgaet: -rhe Pow.r oc a'.ra.v.raBM" The Socciwifnl At. Not the Most Bril liant, But Those Wha Everlastingly Stick to On. liln. of Endeavor. . Tsit: "But when the children of Israel srled unto thn Lord, the Lord raised them op a deliverer, Ehud the son of Oera, a Benjamlte. a man left handed; and by him tbe children of. Israel sent a present unto Eglon, the king o( Hoab." Judges lit., IS. Ehud was ruler in Israel. He was left banded, and what was peculiar about the tribe of Benjamin, to whloh he belonged, therejwere in it 700 left handed men, and yet so dexterous had they all become In the uso of the lett band tbat the Bible says they could sling stones at a hairbreadth and not miss. Well, there was a king by tbe name of Eglon, who was an oppressor ot Israel. He Imposed upon them a most outrageoui tax. Ehud, the man ot whom I first spoke, bad a divine commission to destroy tbat oppressor. Hs came pretending tbat hi was going to pay the tax and asked to see Eglon. He was told tbat he was in the sum mer bouse, tbe place to which tbe king re tired when it was too hot to sit in tht palace. This summer house was a' place surrounded by flowers and trees and spring- ; ing fountains and warbling birds. Ehud i entered the summer bouse and said tc Eglon that he had a secret errand with him. Immediately all the attendants were waived out ot the royal presence. King Eglon rises up to receive tbe messenger. Ehud, the left handed man, puts his lett hand to his rlgbt side, pulls out a dagger and thrusts Eglon through until the shaft went In after the blade. Eglon falls. Ehud eomes forth to blows trumpet of llbertj amid the mountains of Epbraim, and a host is marshaled, and proud Moab sub mits to the conquerer and Israel is free. So, O Lord, let all Thine enemies perish! Bo, O Lord, let all Thy friends triumphl I learn first from this subject the powei ot left handed men. There are some men who by physical organization have at much strength in tbetr left band as in theli rlgbt hand, but there is something in tbe writing ot this text whloh Implies that Ehud had some defect In bis rlgbt band which compelled bim to use his left. Oh, the power of left banded menl Genius if often self-observant, careful of itself, not given to much toil, burning Incense to Its own aggrandisement, while many a man with no natural endowments, actually de fective In physical and mental organiza tion, has an earnestness for tbe right, pa tient Industry, all consuming persever ance, which achieve marvels tor the king dom of Christ. Though left banded ae Ehud, they can strike down a sin as great and imperial as Eglon. I have seen men of wealth 'gather about them all their treasures, snuiflng at tht world lying in wickedness, roughly order ing Lazarus off their doorstep, sending their dogs, not to lick his sores, but te hound him off their premises; catching all tbe pure rain ot God's blessing into tbe stagnant, ropy, frog Inhabited pool ol their own selfishness right banded men worse than useless while many a man with large heart and littl. purse has out of his limited means made poverty leap toi joy and started an Influence tbat overspant th. grave and will swing round and round th. throne of God world without end. Ah, mel It is high time that yon left handed i nen, who have been longing foi this gif pand that eloquence and tbe othei man's wealth, should take your hands out - H T.onr Pc.e"-. tets. w no maae an meae ru- roaa.? STtG Se;S)ll tSMseXSitlsaf-Th started all these eburebw and schools anc asylums? Wbo bas done th. tugging ano running and pulling? Men of no wonder ful endowments, thousands of tbem ac knowledging themselves to be left handed, and yet tbey were earnest, and yet the were triumphant. But I do not suppose that Ehnd, the first time he took a sling In his left hand could throw a stone at a hair-breadth and not miss. I suppose it was practice tbat gavi him the wonderful dexterity. Go forth t your spheres ot duty and be not discour aged If, In your first attempts you miss thi mark. Ebud missed It. Take anotbei stone, put It carefully into the sling, swine It around vour bead, take better aim anc th. next time you will strike the centre The first time a mason rings bis trowel upon tbe brick be does not expect to put In a perfect wall. The first time a carpen ter sends the plane over a board or drivet a bit through a beam be does not expect to make perfeot execution. The lire' time a boy attempts a rhyme be dooi not expect to chime "Lalla Bookh," oi a "Lady ot the Lane." Do not tx surprised If fin your first efforts at dolnj Sood you are not very largely successful hderstand that usefulness is an art, a sol ence, a trade. There was an oculist per forming a very difficult operation on tht human eve. A young doctor stood by anc said: "How easily you do tbat; it don't oeem to cause you any trouble at all.1 "Ah," said the old oculist, "it is very easi now, but I spoiled a hatful of eyes to lean that." Be not surprised if It takes somi practice before we can help men to mora eyesight and bring tbem to a vision of tht cross. Left handed men, to the work Take tbe gospel for a sling and faith anc repentanoe for tbe smooth stone from thi brook, take sur. aim, God direct the weap on, and great Gollaths will tumble befort you. Whan Garibaldi was going out to battli he told his troops what he wanted tbem t do, and after he had described what hi wanted them to do they said, "Well, gen. eral. what ar. you going to give us for al. this?" "Well," b. replied, ,5I don't know what els. you will get, but you will get hunger, and cold, and wounds and deatb. How do you like it?" His men stood be fore him for a little while In silence and then tbey threw up their hands and cried, W. are tbe menl w. are the menl" Tbe Lord Jesus Christ calls you to His service. I do not promise you an easy time In tbli world. You may have persecutions, and afterwards there comes an eternal weight of glory, and you can bear the wounds, and tne bruises, and tne misrepresenta tions. If you have the reward afterward. Have you not enough enthusiasm to en out, "We are the menl We are the menl ' We laugh at tbe children ot Bhinar foi trying to build a tower that could reach tc the heavens, but I think if our eyesight were only good enough we could see Babel in many a dooryard. Ob, tbe strug gle Is fierce! It is store against store, house against house, street against street, nation against nation. The goal forwhiob men are running Is chairs and chandeliers and mirrors and bouses and lands and presidential equipments. If they get what tbey anticipate, what have they? Men are not safe from calumny while tbey live, and, worse than that, they are not safe after tbey are dead, for I have seen swine root up graveyards. One day a man goes up into publicity, and the world does bim honor, and people climb into sycamore trees to watch him as he passes, and as be goes along on the shoulders of tbe people there is a waving of bats and a wild buzza. To-morrow tbe same man is caught be tween the jaws of the printing press and mangled and bruised, and the very same persons who applauded him before cry, "Down with the traitor! down with html" Belshazzar sits at the feast, the mighty men ot Babylon sitting all around him. Wit sparkles like the wine and tb. wine lik. the wit. Musio rolls up among the chandeliers; the chandeliers flash down on tbe decanters. The breath of banging gardens floats in on the night air. Tbe voice of revelry floats out. Amid wreaths and tapestry and folded banners a finger writes. The march of a host Is heard on the stairs. Laughter catches in the :hroat. A thousand hearts stop beating. The blow is struck. The blood on the loor is richer hued than the wine on the Able. The kingdom bas departed. Bel hazzar was no worse perhaps than hun lreds of people in Babylon, but his post .ion slew him. Oh, be content with just raeh a position as God. has placed you lnl (t may n.t be said of us, "He was a great reneral." or "He was an honored ohief. I :ain," or "He was mighty in worldly !at- 'ainment," but this may he said ot you and "Ho was a good citizen, a faithful 3hrlstain, a f rlend to Jesus." And that in ;he last day will be th. highest of all eulo- riums. I learn further from this subject that loath eomes to the summer house. Eglon iu."a ' iuiu insi an. piate. Imid all th flower leaves coat drifted ilk rammer snow into the window, in the .'inkle and dash of fountains, In th. sound )f a thousand leaves fluting on one tree oranob, In the eool breeze that cam. up :o shake th. feverish, trouble out of the ting's looks there was nothing that spake 3f death, but there he diedl In the winter, when the snow Is a shrond, and when the wind Is a dirge. It Is easy to think of out mortality, but when the weather Is pleasant and all our surroundings . are agreeable, how difficult it is for us to appreciate the truth tbat we are mortal! and yet my text teaches that death does lometimes come to tbe summer house. He Is blind and cannot see the leaves. He is deaf and cannot bear the fountains. Ob, it death would ask ns for victims we could point him to hundreds of people who would rejoice to have him come. Push back the door ot that hovel. - Look at the little child cold, and sick, and hungry. It has never heard the name of God but in Diaspn.my. Parents Intoxicated, 'stag gering around Its stray bed. Oh, death, there is a mark for theel Up with It Into the light! Before those little feet stumble onjife a pathway eive them rest. Here Is an age'd man. He has done hir work. He bas done it gloriously. The companions of his youth all gone, blf ohildren dead, he longs to be at rest, and wearily tbe days and the nights pass. H says. "Come, Lord, Jesus, come quickly!' OS, death, there Is a mark for theel Take from him tbe staff and give bim the seep terl Up with him into the light, where eyes never grow dim, and the hair whitens not through the long years of eternity. Ab, Deatb will not do tbat. Death turn? back from the straw bed and from tbe aged man ready for the skies and comes to the summer house. What doest thou here, thou bony, ghastly monster, amid tbli waving grass and under' this sun light sifting through the tree branches? Children are at play. How quickly their feet go and theli looks toss in the wind. Father and moth er stand' at the side of the room looking on, enjoying their glee. It does not soem possible tbat the wolf should ever break into that fold and carry oil a lamb. Mean while an old archer stands looking through the thicket. He points his arrow at tbe brightest of tbe group he is a sura marksman the bow bends, the" arrow speeds! Hush now. The quick feet have stopped and the locks toss no more in the wind. Laughter has gone out of the hall. Death in the summer bouse! Here is a father In midlife. His coming home at night is the signal for mirth. The ohildren rush to the door, and there arc books on the evening stand, and the hours pass away on glad feet. Tiiore is nothinf wanting in tbat home. Religion is there and sacrifices on the altar morning and night. You look In that household and say, "I cannot think of anything happier. I do not really believe the world is so sad a place as some people describe It to be." The scene changes. Father Is sick. The doors must be kept shut. The deathwatnh chirps dolefully on the hn.trtli. The chil dren whisper and walk softly where onoe they romped. Passing the house late at night, you see the quick glancing of lighti from room te room. It U all overl Deatb In the summer bouse! Here Is an aged mother aged, but not Infirm. You think you will have the joy ol caring for her wants s good while yet. As she goes from house to house, to children and grandchildren, her coming is a drop ping of sunlight in tbe dwelling. Youi ohildren see her coming through the lane and they cry, "Grandmother's conel' Oar. tor you has marked upon her face with many a deep wrinkle, and her back stoops with carrying onr burdens. Some day she Is very quiet. She savg she in not j. -i - iVk. but aomethin J t sick, nut something tells y wikch longer nave a morr- with you ml limn H I h I M ,m i, hearth. Her soul aroes ont no cnnn-r do not exactly know the moment of its "go ing. Fold the bands that have done so many kindnesses for you right over tht heart tbat has beat with love toward yoc since before you were born. Let the pil grim rest. She Is weary. Death in the summer house! Gather about us what we will of comfort and luxury. When the pale messengei comes, he does not stop to look at tb arobltecture of the house before be comes in, nor, entering, does be wait to ex amine tbe clotures we have gathered on the wall, or, bending over youi pillow, he does not stop to see whether there is oolor in the oheek oi gentleness in the eye or intelligence In the brow. But what of tbat? Must w stand forever mourning among tht graves of our dead? No! No! The people in Bengal bring cages of birds to the gravel of their dead, and then they open the caget and tbe birds go singing heavenward. Sc I would bring to tbe graves of your dead all bright thoughts and congratulation! and bid tbem sing of victory and re demption. I stamp on tbe bottom o! the grave, and it breaks through lnt the light and the glory of heaven. Tht ancients used to think tbat the strain entering the Bed sea were very dan gerous places, and they supposed that tht wreoked tbat have gone through thost straits would be destroyed, and they were In the habit of putting on weeds of mourn ing for those who had gone on that voy age, as though they were aotually dead. Do you know what they called those straits? They called them tbe "Gate ol Tears." After tbe sharpest winter the spring dis mounts from tbe sboulder of a southern gale and puts its warm hand upon tht earth, and In its palm there comes the grass, and there comes the flowers, and God reads over the poetry of bird and brook and bloom and pronounces It very good. What, my friends, If every winter had not its spring, and every night its day, and every gloom Its glow, and every bitter now its sweet hereafter! If you have been on the sea, you know, as the ship passes In the mgnr, mere is a paospnorescent track left behind it, and as the water rolls up thev toss w,tQ unimaginable splendor. Well ross this (treat ocean of human trnnMoa Jesus walks. Oh, that in the phospores cent track of His feet we might all follow and be Illumined! There was a gentleman In a rail car who aw in that same car three passengers ot very different clroumstance. The first was a maniac. He was carefully guarded by his attendants. His mind like a ship dismasted, was beating against a dark, desolate coast, from which no help could come. Tbe train stopped and the man was taken out into the asylum to waste away perhaps through years of gloom. The sec ond passenger was a culprit. The outraged law bad seized on him. As tbe car jolted the chains rattled. On his face were crime, depravity and despair. The train halted, and be was taken out to the penitentiary, to which be had been condemned. There was tbe third passenger, under; far different circumstances. She was a bride. Every hour was as gay as a marriage bell. Life glittered and beokoned. Her 'companion was taking her to her father's house. The train baited. The old man was there tc welcome her to her new home, and hl white locks snowed down upon her as be sealed his word with a father's kiss. Quick ly we fly toward eternity. We will soon be there. Some leave this life condemned cul prits, and they refuse to pardon. Oh, may it be with us tbat, leaving this fleeting life for the next, we may find our Father read to greet us to our new home with Him for ever! Tbat will be a marriage banquet Father's welcome! Father's bosom! Father'! klssl Heavenl HeavenI Despondency unnerve, a man, hope invigorates him. The house of Capet has the longest unbroken succession in the male line from Hugh Capet, king of France in 987. to Louis Philippe's abdiction In 1848. In Prussia 413 school children under 15 years of age have committed suicide within the space of ten years. Three hundred and thirty-seven of them were boys and seventy-six girls. The most costly niece of railway lino In tha u-nrM lu that hotwMn tha t Uan.lnn linn.. anl 1 MiratA .tn I Inn. in London, which required the expen diture of close upon $10,000,000 a mile. A recent Parisian law compels all the theatres to have in attendance a doctor or a surgeon during all the per formances. lit: t I ' ! 1. r-v,- I -'ji..V. , .j. iV""