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What have I done for thee,
Thou dear anemone,
That thou shouldst yield to ne
Thy whole fear's dower?
What cloudy days and-blue,
What night: of star and dew,
We both have traveled through
To greet this hour!
After thv winter's sleep
Iknow how thou didst cieep
Up stairways dark at steep
To mee; the sprnDg.
I know how thou didst go
Through sodden leaves and snow
A way thou didst not know
I too have cimbed and crept,
Up rugged paths have stept,
And on stone pillows slept
Many a night;
Like thee, from clod to clod
Blindfolded, I have trod,
Often alone, save God
Seeking the light.
Brief too, like thine, my hour,
Poor amethystine flower!
For see! thy petals shower
The sunset air.
1 too shall fade, and then
My soul shall bloom again;
But, flower, I know not when
1 know not where.
A PATCHWORK QUILT.
Higgibsville was very sure that Rob
Redwood and Charity Meadows would
make a match of it if they could keep
from falling out with each other long
enough at a time.
But Charity was pretty and liked to
flirt-at least Bob thought she did
and Bob was jealous, especially, of
"I don't care for him, Bob," Chari
ty said once, glancing up at him, with
soft depreciation, from under her
curled brown lashes.
"Then tell him so," said blunt Rob.
"What a big silly you are. Rob:
she answered. "He might say I better
wait till he asked me to care. The
time to refuse anythoig is when it is
But Rob shook his head, and failed
to see the logic of this.
"Better let him know before he does
ask," he said, sagely.
Notwithstanding this good advice,
Miss Charity very reprehensively went
buggy-riding that same evening with
Jake Hargood. But as she tied on
her hat and smiled at the pretty vision
of blue eyes, corn-silk curls and baby
pinkness in the looking glass, the
thought of Rob did come up and
trouble her peace and her conscience.
"He's a dear boy," said she, "and
it's too bad to be treacherous to him;
but it shall be the last time. After
this eveninoI'll reform right straight."
But the "last time" often proves the
fatal one time too many.
Rob saw them as he was driving up
the cows from pasture, went home in
a rage, and did not go near Charity
"Reckon you're about to lose ver
beau, Charity." said Aunt Hulda
Pitcher, who dropped in one day to
borrow a yeast cake. "I hear tell
how Rob Redwood is going off to the
Injies or some sich furrin place, to
stay with a uncle."
"Lawsy !" said good Mrs. Meadows,
concernedly. "I hope not. That's
awful hot land. He'll get plum
scorched up yaller'!"
"Oh, I reckon he won't stand no
chance of that." replied Aunt Hulda,
cheerfully. "Betwixt the wild ani
miles and the savages, he'll git eat be
fore he gits scorched."
Anything at all "f'urrin" necessarily
embraced cannibals and wild beasts in
Aunt Hulda's mind.
"I don't believe it!"' said Charity,
to herself. "I don't think Rob would
make up his mind to go off there with
out letting me know about it."
But the next day Rob's mother was
Charity saw her from a window
where she was sitting, busily engaged
in putting squares of patchwork- to
gether with blocks of pink and white
muslin for a quilt.
She was going to have a quilting
the next day, and had not quite
finished her own work on it; so she
did not go down stairs now, but she
could hear the conversation on the
"This here they're a-tellin about
Rob a-g'oin' off to the Injies ain't true,
.is it?" M.rs. Meadows asked, as she set
out the big cushioned rocker for her
"Yes, shouldn't wonder if it was,"
returned Mrs. Redwood, shaking her
black sunbonnet dolefully. "His U~n
cle 'Li'ah, he got rich out there, and
wants him to come mighty bad, and
he ain't plum made up his mind,
but h~e's a-studyin' about it considera
"Shucks! I hate to see him a-goin'
off there. He'll get baked to a crisp.
I 'low to tefi him so. I s'pose him
and Tillie'll be over to Charity's party
-'Tillie will," replied Mrs. Redwood.
"I do'no whether Rob will or not.
He says maybe he might and maybe
he mightn't. It'd depend on circum
"Now, that's too bad of Rob," said
Charity, dropping her head on the
window sill and brushingaway a sud
den tear with a square of patchwork,
"when he's went and stayed away so
long already. He's just right cruel to
me! But if he don't want to come to
my pary he needn't, and I'll dance
with J'ake Hargood till I drop on the
According to the Higginsville eti
quette regulating _quiltings, the ladies
usually assemble in the morning, and
on the principle of duty before pleas
ure, devote themselves wholly to the
task of getting the quilt done.
By the time that is accomplished.
the young men begin to drop in, and
so continue to do until dark, when
"the fiddler" arrives, and the granad
fun of the occasion commences.
The morning' of the quiltinog while
Miss Tillie Redwood was embelilishing
her charms as beiitted the occasion,
her brother Rob sought the privacy
of the smoke-house. there to address
himself to the business of writing a
note to Charity.
After an hour's hard work he wiped
his perspiring brow and surveyed the
"DEAR CliARITY: I want every
thing to be settled tonight for good
and all. If you care for me more than
.for Jake Hargood, and will drop hint
and set our wedding day, send word
by Jimmy Tibbs before night, and.I'll
come to your dance too happy to htve,
for you don't know how good I love
you. If you're ondecided-like and
want to stick to Jake, don't send no
word nor look for me. I'll go to the
Indies, and I don't keer if I scorch and
all s'rivel up and die.
"our loving R on.
"P. S.-Please send Jimmy quick if
it's yes. I'm awful narrous-like."
'Look-a-here, Tillie," said Rob,
waylaying his sister at the gate as she
was setting out for the festal gather
ing, 'you give this hiera note to Char
ity, but not till you find her alone.
'I hear," said Tillie, securing the
note in her blue-b'ordered handker
chief, which she tucked through her
belt, "and all right:
-Charity, in morning costumtie of pingk
gingham, and several other young
ladies were on their knees on the sit
tino-room carpet. sprIeading layers of
wh~te cotton on tim lining of the
quilt when Tillie arrived.
"'It't a scandal I didn't have it all
ready," apologized Charity. "There's
been such piles to do. We're all ready
now for the top. Tillie, we'll get von
to help us spread it on.
"It's awful hot," said Tillie, pulling
out her handkerchief, forgetful for
the moment of its contents, and wip
ing her round face, which her walk
Charity brought forth the gorgeous
hued patch-work of her quilt.
"How pretty that basket pattern is
said Tillie. "I'm a-making the mouse
And then the top was spreap on, and
no one saw anything in the cotton
that did not belong there.
But an hour after, when Tillie
found Charity alone, and prepared to
fulfill her brother's behest, she found
no note in her handkerchief, and no
ideas in her head as to what could have
become of it. HIunting for it was i
"Oh, dear:" sobbed Tillie, 'Rob'll
be so mad. I daren't tell him I lost
Tillie Redwood was one of that nu
merous class of feimiiiiie cowards who
will stoop to deceit, subterfuge, or
even lies, rather than encounter the
just wrath of any dark-browed lord of
creation for av sin or blunder com
mitted against him.
"Anyhow." she quieted her con
science with, "if it was so awful im
portant he can come over and tell her
himself. And if he finds out she didn't
get it, I'll go home with Jenny Hicks
and stay till they've fixed it all right,
and by that time he won't care."
And so Rob waited in vain for
.l immv Tibbs-Farmer Meadows's
chore boy-whose tow head and freck
les he would have hailed as a welcome
vision thatday. He cherished a feeble
hope until after dark.
"It's just possible," he said, loth to
resign himself to his doom, "that Til
lie forgot to give her the note, or
something. 1'l1 step in there for a
minute. and I'll know mighty quick
by the looks how things air.
So Rob stepped in, and ran against
Tillie in the passage way. on her way
to the kitchen.
He cluthed her by the arm.
"Tillie," said he, "did you give it
And Tillie laid up future worry for
herself by telling a flat fib, as the only
way of dodging an immediate scold
"Did she say anyth ing:- queried
"No: Let go, Rob:" said Tillie,
twisting her arm away and darting
The door of the dancing room swung
open. and Rob could see in. A quad- .
rille was in progress. in which Charity
-having concluded that he was not'
coming-was dancing spiritedly with
A couple of young fellows arriving
at that moment swept Rob into the
room, and the swinging door concealed
Jake and Charity were not far away,
but had their backs toward him.
"They say Rob Redwood's goin' off
to furrin parts," said some one in the
pause of the dance. "Is that so,
"I s'uppose it is," replied Charity,
Rob slipped from the shadow of the
door and walked out unobserved.
"Rob Redwood's gone to the In
dies." was the news Charity heard two
days later. It was Aunt Hulda Pitcher
whio brought it. " For a whole year."
she addea. "His uncle made him
promise to stay that long, if he come
at all, an' I reckon he will."
"A year-a whole yearl'" wvent echo
ing through Charity's head.
How would'-the world seem without'
any Rob Redwood for a whole year
twelve months-three hundred and
She went into a brown study over
the matter, while her mother and
Aunt Hulda talked on indifferently
about the fall soap making, preserv
ing quilt-piecein2', etc.
"I'r got a awful nice new pattern
of a quilt," Aunt Hulda was saying.
"Hit's called the Calendar-takes
three hundred and sixty-five squares
to make it. Better sen' an' git the
"Maybe I will," answered Charity.
"Rob don't care for me-not a bit,
said Charity, that night. "He woldn't
have gone ~off this way if he did. And
I'll be a fool if I don't marry Jake
Hargood if he asks me. But then,''
she added, half i'uefully, "I always
was a fool?'
In proof of which she flatly refused
Jake Hargood when lie did ask her.
And she borrowed Aunt Hulda's quilt
pattern, and straightway set to work
pieceing her "Calendar" quilt, making
only one square a day, and remarking
to herself as she finished each One:
" One day less to wait. Not," she
added, shaking her head, dismally,
"that it'll do me any good when the
time is up. If lie didn't care for me
then, he won't now, But it'll be a
comfort to knowv it when lie's home
~There were several squares yet to be
pieced before the quilt would be fin
shed, when word came to the Red
woods that Rob would be home in
"Just' the day of that quilting last
year," said Charity, all ini a nervous
flutter. "I'll hurry andI finish this
right off and have a quilting the very
same time; and maybe RobIl come to
She got out her invitations in a tre
mendous hurry, pressed Aunt Hiuldai
into immediate service to get the re
quisite amount of cooking (lone for
the occasion, and devoted herself to
the finishing of'her quilt.
" Rob'll be home to-morrow mor
ing, sure," said Tillie, who had run
over the day before the quilting to
render Charity what assistance sac
might. "We'had a telegram. Un-t
cle's coming, too, to start an estab
lishment here and take Rob inito pait
nership. He'll be awful rich-Why
Charity Meadows, what are you rip
ping up that lovely basket quilt for?
" Have to," answered Char'ity. 'to
get the cotton for my ne w quilt. The
store was plum Out, and wouldn't get
any before next week: and besides. I
never could bear the sight of this
quilt. I wanted to get rid of it-- Look
a-here, Tillie, how do you reckon a
letter got inside of it? Why, it's
sealed, and it's for me, an- Oh. Tillie,
it's fronm Rob, as sure as you live:
Charity tore it open ith breatbjiess
eagerness, while Tilhie looked onl, scar
let and apprehensive.
"Charity?- said she, "it must 'a fell
out of my handkerchief that day
when we was p)utting on thle top of
the quilt. Rob (lid give it to me for
ou, but I lost it. and didn'it want to
tell you nor himni: and I didn't s'pose
it wo>uld make a sight of ditference.
"It's kept Rob and me apart for a
wole year." said Charity, alnost
breaking into a sob.
"Oh,'' said Tillie, remorsftilly, "I
never 'sposed 't was thiat I-I thought
twas your !lirting with Jake Ilargood
did th~e harm, an' dancin' so hard with
him that night. Rob was there, and
seen it: butJ he say ed afterward I
shouldn't tell lie wais there. An' 1
ust 'lo'.ed aill along 'twas Jake made
unim get man an' o oil. I s'pose,
added Tihhie. faintly, as Charity i'ead
her note again, w'ith dewy eves and
flashed. diinpled echeeks, ''that Rob's
"I reckon he has!" said Charity, in
a tone that left no room for doubt.
And so. the next afternoon, Rob
Relwood, smoking his pipe on the
porch of his ancestral halls, was
startled by the vision he had looked so
eagerly and so vainly that day a year
ago-eadf .imy Tibbs, freckled and
tow-headed as of yore. scrambling
over the fence and making toward
him. flourishing a note.
"Good land:" quoth Mrs. lRodwood.
as she looked out of the window,
siortiv afterward. "Whatever's the
matter with Rb lHis a-dancin'
round there on the porch like as if he
was a plum idi't.
Charity's quilting was a brilliant
success this time, as frr as she and
Rob were concerned: and they never
fell out again -at least not before they
were married. And of all her house
keeping outfit. Charity most prizes her
Calendar quilt. --Saturday Night.
WITH GREAT GUNS.
Correspondence Between Secretary her
hert andl Adjutant General Vatts.
COLUMnA., S. C., July 2.-The
State naval militia, that long neglected
arm of local defense, seems to be in
great demand and favor just now. It
was recently inspected by the Assist
ant Secretary of the Navy, and now it
will have a chance to practice target
shooting with big naval guns.
The following correspondence will
explain itself and give all the neces
sary information in the matter:
Washington. 1). C., June 28th.
His Excellency. Governor John Gary
Evans. Columbia, S. C.
Sir: 'The department intends if pos
sible to send a war vessel to Charles
ton, S. C., for the purpose of affording
the naval militia of your State an op
portunity for target practice with
great guns. In order that the depart
ment may be able to carry out this in
tention if the ships should be available
it is necessary to know definitely the
most convenient time for the State
forces to drill on board the ship for
two or three days. The dates should
be stated accurately. When this in
formation is received instructions will
be sent to the rear admiral command
ing the naval force-s on the North At
lantic station to confer with the State
author:ities, and. if possible, carry out
the =Dans for the instructions of the
naval mititia. 1: beini impossible to
ten'orariv trasfer to a re.iving
any of th? reglar crew of theves
3l the naval miitii will be taken on
buard for drill duringr the day only I
";rl.= landd at nig itfall.
lai this conrection the department
wish ;-s to rcne)at that the forces will be !
expected to fui': ah their ownr mess
gear. liashions will bn issued if de
sired at t::e usual cost, not to exceed
thirty cents per day per rran. An im
mediate reply is reqzrsted.
H. A. HEtBERT.
Hon. I. A. Herbert. Secretary of
Navy. Washington, D. C.
Columbia, S. C., July 1st.
Sir: Your communication of the 28th
to Governor Evans has just been re
ferred to this oflice. In reply. I will
state that from 22nd to 27th of July.
inclusive, will be time most suitable
for the naval militia to go on board
ship. Hoping you will be able to give
us these dates, I am very respectfuly,
your obedient servant.
J. G~nr WATTS,
A. and I. G.
Favorable Trade Conditions.
NEW XoRK, July 5.-Bradstreet's to
morrow will say: There are 197 busi
ness failures reported throughout the
United States this week, as compared
with 215 last week, 164 in the first
week of July, 1S94: 319 in 18f03, and
132 in the like week of 1892. The total
business failures in the Dominion of
Canada number twenty-five this week
against twenty-eight last week, thirty
nine in the week one year ago, and
twenty-six two years ago.
Notwithstanding the week is broken
by a holiday, favorable trade condi
tions heretofore reported continue to
exercise a pronounced influence, prom
inently general advances in prices of'
staples and of wages of industrial em
ployees. The extent of the voluntary
advances in wages reported within a
month or two has outgrown the re
sources of voluntary statistical bu
reaus which have endeavored to keep
track of them, latest advices being
that more than 1,000,000 industrial
workers have received an advance
averaging about 10 per cent.
The upward tendency in prices,
while not as marked as a month ago,
is still striking because of additional
advances, those of lumber, tin plate
and print cloths being new. Cotton
goods are firm generally on the late
advance in raw cotton, although some
varieties are quiet at this, the mid
sutimer season. Fancy prints are ac
tive for fall delivery. Wool, which
was late in starting in the race for
higher quotations, is quoted at another
advance for South American and Au
straian varieties. Prices at London
sales are up 10 or 15 points, which
having been more than discounted
here, induces the tradle to anticipate
reactioii unless London quotations ad
vance further-. Cotton also is higher,
as is leather, following which we have
a repetition of the announcement made
each week for more than a month,
that quotations for pig iron and steel
billets have advanced. To this must
be added a simiilar statement in respect
to bar iron.I
Among the list of staples for which
prices ai-e lower, are flour, wheat, corn
and oats, in all instances the outcome
of reports of improved corp conditions.
Pork and lard are also lower, as arel
potatoes and uUer.
Nc ~m ait'al irnpr)ramentis reportedI
fromn the M~Lti. r. ins continuing to be
danaging to :graiuiturz'l init.rests and
the cheek '-f ibusinescs in Te'xas whit
a: South Atlntic a&nd Gulf S:t ue cities
te quiet miovemient of staple goo~ds
-and fair or unsatisfactory colledtions
of tI : pe monith oir two continue.
But advices fromi ne-arly all cities re
por)ited aippear to agree that whmzale
dealers inx neuriy all in es are gre'atiy
encoui'red- as to th~e outlook for busi
ness duringfl the autuuin, belIievingr
that the demnand will be graatiy stima
lated by th.e very general, anid, as it is
now believed. permaniiient imprluove
ment in prices.
Lend Your Aid.
Thle Augusta Chronicle of yesterday
contained the following. " Among
the exc arsioniists to the city yesterday
was MIr. J. 1B. Ward of Phoenix, Ab
beville county, S. C., who camne to
Augusta in the hope of finding his
son and to get the Chronicle's assist
ance iin finding the young man. The
missing vouing mnan~ is Jamies Luther
Ward. 'ie left homie Friday night.
June 2s. Ie is Id years old, nearly
six feet highm and weighs about 140
pountds, but hie looks miore like a
outh of 18 or 2o. He has light com
plelxionl. auburn hair and keen brown
eves, Hie has received a good educa
tion,. but hais beeni raised on the fanrn
al his life, and has been partictularly
anxious to embark in the railroad bus
ness. Hie carried with him a gr-ay anid a
blue sait of clothes. Mr. War-d is vei-v
anxious for news fr-omi his missing
boy, and requests the assistance of
othiei papers in Geor giat and South
Caroiina ia notifying the p)ublic. so
that anyone knowing his whereabouts
can. ommuniente with him"
GATES TO PERDITION.
HOW THEY SWING IN TO GIVE EN
T RACED TO THE DOOMED.
Lev. Dr. Talma;ge on Impure Li':erature.
the Dinolute Nance, Indiscreet Attire
and Alcohollc Iteverage--Great Evils of
'.oclety--God's Infinite Mercy.
N Ew Yo xK, June 3.-In his sermon
for today )r. Talmage chose a mo
mentous and awful topic, "The Gates
of Hell," the text selected being the
familiar passage in Matthew xvi. 1,
"The gates of hell shall not prevail
Entraced, until we could endure no
more of the splendor. we often gazed
at the shining gates, the gates of pearl,
the the gatesof heaven. But we are
for awhile to look in the opposite direc
tion and see, swinging open and shut,
the gates of hell.
I remember, when the Franco-Prus
sian war was going on, that I stood
one day in parris looking at the gates
of the Tuileries, and I was so absorbed
in the sculpturing at the top of the
gates---the masonry and the bronze
that I forgot myself, and after awhile,
looking down. I saw that there were
olicers of the law scrutinzing me, sup
posing no doubt I was a German and
looking at those gates for adverse pur
poses. But, my friends, we shall not
stand looking at the outside of the
gates of hell. In this sermon I shall
tell you of both sides, and I shall tell
you what those gates are made of.
With the hammer of God's truth I
shall pound on the bazen panels, and
with the lantern of God's truth I shall
flash a light upon the shining hinges.
Gate the Frst.--Impure literature.
Anthony Comstock seized 20 tons of
bad books. plates and letterpress, and
when our Professor Cochran of the
Polytechnic institute poured the des
tructive acids on those plates they
smoked in the righteous annihilation,
and get a great deal of the bad liteeat
ure of the day is not gripped of the
law. It is strewn in your parlors. It
is in your librarsies. Some of your
chiidren read it at night after they
have retired, the gas burner swung as
near as possible their pillow. Much
of this literature is under the title of
scientific information. A book agent
with one of these infernal books, gloss
ed over with scientific nomenclature,
went into a hotel and sold in one day
100 copies and sold them all to women
It is oppalling that men and women
who can get through their family phy
scian all the useful information they
may need, and without any contamin
ation, should wade chin deep through
such accursed literature under the plea
of getting useful knowledge, and that
I-rinting presses. hoping to be called
decent, lend themselves to this imfamy
Fathers and mothers, be not deceived
bv the title. "medical works." Nine
teuths of those books come hot from
the lost world, thought tl .ey may
have on them the names of the pub
lishinz houses of New York, Chicaga
and Pniladelphia. Then there is all
the novelette literature of the day
flung over the land bv the million. As
there are good novels that are long,
so, I suppose, there may be good
novels that are short, and so there
may be a good novelette, but it is the
exception. No one-mark this no one
systematically reades the average nov
elette 01 this day and keeps either in
tegrity or virtu~e. The most of these
novelkttes are written by broken
down literary men for sman' compen
sation, on the principle that, having
failed in literature elevated and pure,
they hope to succeed in the tainted
and hasty. Oh, this is a wide gate of
hell: Every panel is made out of a bad
bad book or newspaper. Every thing
is the inteirjoined type of a corrupt
printing press. Every bolt or lock of
that gate is made out the plate of an
undlean pictorial. In other words,
there are a million men and women
in the United States today reading
themsalves into hell:
When in one of our cities a prosper
ous family fell into ruins through the
misdeeds of one of its members, the
amazed mother said to the officer of
the law: "Why, I never supposed
was anything wrong. Inever thought
there could be anything wrong." Then
she sat weeping in silent for some time
and said: "Oh, I ,have got it now: I
know, I know !I found in her bureau
after she went away a bad book.
That's what slew hag~. These leprous
booksellers have gathered up the cat
alogues of all the male and female
seminaries in the United State. catalo
gues containing the names and resid
ences of all the students, and circulars
of death ai'e sent to every one, .without
any exception. Can you imagine any
thing more dreadful: There is not a
young person, male or female, or an
old person, who has not had offered
to him or her a bad book or a bad
picture. Scour your house to find out
wvhether there are any of these adder's
coilee on your parlor center table, or
coiled amid the toilet set on the dress
ing case. I adjure you before the sun
goes dywn to explore your famnily lib
raries :with an inexorable scrutiny.
Riemember that one bad picture may
may' do the work for eternity. I want
to airose all your' suspicions about nor
eletts. I want to put y'ou on the watch
against everything that mnay seem
l ike surreptitious correspondence
through the postoffice. I want you to
understands that impure literature is
one of the broadest, highest, mightiest
gates of the lost.
Gate the Second-The (dissolute
dance. You shall not divert to the
general subject of dancing. Whatever
you may think of the parlor dance or
the methodic motion of the body to
sounds of music in the family or the
social circle, I am not now discussing
that question. I want you unite withl
me this hour in recoguizing the fact
there is a dissolute dance. You know
of what I speak. It is seen not only in
the low haunts of death, but in eleg
OutmnIlsions. Itis the first sten to
eternal rui for a great multit:ude' of
both sexes. You know, my friends,
what postures and attitudes andl
figures are suggested of the devil.
They who guide into the dissolute
dance guidie over an inclined plane,
and the dance is swifter and swif ter.
wilder and wilder, luntil, with speed
of lightniuig, they whirl oilf the edges
of a decent life io a fiery' future.
This gate of hell swings axminister'
of many a iine parlor and across the
ballroomn of the summer watering
place You have na r'ight myv brother.
my sister. you iaveno1 right to take an
attitude to the sound of music wich
would be un becoming in the absence
of music. No chickering grand of
city parlor or fiddle of mountain pic
nice can consecrate that which God
Gate the Third.-Indiscreet apparel.
Tile attire of w'oman for the last few
years has been beautiful and graceful
Ibeyond any thiner I have known, but
there are thlose who will always carry
that which is right into the extraor'di
nary and indiscreet. I charge Christian
women, neither by style of dress nor
adljustmient of applar'el, to become ad
mnnistrativye ofI evil. Perhaps none else
will dare to tell you, so I will tell you
that there are mlultitudes of men wiho
owe their eternal damnation to what
has been at ditl'erenlt times the bold
ness of womanly attire. Shlow mie tile
fashion plates of any age between this
and the time of Louis XVI of France
and Henry VIII of England,and I will
als of that age of that year. No excep
tion to it. Modest apparel means a
righteous people. immodest apparel
always means a contaminated and de
praved society. You wonder that the
city of Tvre was destroyed with such a
terrible destruction. Have you ever
seen the fashion plate of the city of
Tyre? I will show it to you:
"Moreover, the Lord saith, because
the daughters of Zion are haughty and
walk with stretched forth necks and
wanton eyes, walking and mincing as
they go, and making a tinkling with
their feet, in that day the Lord will
take away the bravery of their tink
ling ornaments about their feet. and
their cauls, and their round tires like
the moon, the rings and nose jewels,
the changeable suits of apparel, and
the mantles, and the wimples, and the
That is the fashion plate of ancient
Tyre. And do you wonder that the
Lord God in his indignation blotted
out the city, so that fishermen today
spread their nets where that city once
Gate the Fourth.--Alcoholic bever
age. Oh. the wine cup is the patron
of impurity' The oflicers of the law
tell us that nearly all the men who go
into the shambles of death go in intox
icated, the mental and the spiritual
abolished, that the brute may triumph.
Tell me that a young man drinks, and
I know the whole story. If lie be
comes a captive of the wine cup, he
will become a captive of all other
vices. Only give him time. No one
ever runs drunkenness alone. That is
a carrion crow that goes in a flock,and
when you see that teak ahead you
may know the other beaks are coming.
In other words, the wine cup unbal
ances and dethrones one's better judg
ment, and leaves one the prey of all
the evil appetites that may choose to
alight upon his soul. There is not a
place of any kind of sin in the United
States today that does not find its
chief abettor in the chalice of inebrie
ty. There is either a drinking bar
before, or one behind, or one above,or
one underneath. These people escape
legal penalty because they are all li
censed to sell liquor. The courts that
license the sale of strong drink license
gambling houses, license libertinism,
license disease, license. death, license
all su fferings, all crimes, all despolia
tions, all disasters, all murders, all
woe. It is the courts and the legisla
ture that are swinging wide open this
grinding, creaky, stupendous gate of
But you say: "You have described
these gates of hell and shown us how
they swing in to allow the entrance to
the doomed. Will you not, please,
before you get through the sermon,
tell us how these gates of hell may
swing out to allow the escape of the
penitent?" I reply, but very few es
cape. Of the thousand that go in 999
perish. Suppose one of these wander
ers should knock at your door.
Would you admit her? Suppose you
knew where she came from. Would
you ask her to sit down at your din
ing tablet Would you ask her to be
come the governess of your children?
Would you introduce her among your
acquaintanceships? Would you take
the responsility of pulling on the out
side of the gate of hell while the push
er on the inside of the gate is trying to
get out: You would not. Not one of
a thousand of you would dare to do so.
You would write beautiful poetry over
her sorrows and weep over her mis
fortunes, but give her practical help
you never will. But you say, "Are
there no ways by which the wanderer
may escape ?" Oh yes: Three or four.
The one way is the sewing girl's gar
ret, dingy, cold, hunger blasted. But,
you say, "Is there no other way for
her to escape ?" Oh, yes: Another
way is the street that leads to the
river at midnight, the end of the city
dock, the moon shining down on the
water making it look so smooth she
wonders if it is deep enough. It is.
No boatman near enough to hear the
plunge. No watchman near enough
to pick her out before she sinks the
third time. No other wayi Yes,.by
the curve of the railroad at the point
where the engineer of the lightning
express train cannot see a hundred
yards ahead to the form that lies
across the track. He may whistle
"down brakes," but not soon enough
to disappoint the one who seeks her
death. But, you say, "Isn't God good,
and won't lhe forgive?" Yes, but man
will not, woman will not, scciety will
not. The church of God says it will,
but it will not. Our work, then, must
be prevention rather than cure.
Those gates of hell are to be pros
trated just as certainly as God and the
Bible are true, but it will not be done
until Christia~n men and women, quit
ting their prudery and squeamishness
in this matter, rally the whole Chris
tian sentiment of the church and as
sail these great evils of society. The
Bible utters its denunciation ia this
direction again and again and yet the
piety of the day is such a namby pam
by sort of thing that you cannot even
quote Scripture without making some
body restless. As long as this holy
imbecilitt reions in the church of
God, S williaugh you to scorn. I
do not know but that before the church
wakes up matters will get worse and
worse, and that there will have to be
one lamb sacrificed from each of the
most carefully guarded folds, and the
wave of uncleaniness dash teo the spire
of the village church and dhe top of
the cathedral tower.
Prophets and patriarchs and apostles
and evangelists and Christ himself
have thundered against these sins as
Iag'ainst no other, and yet there are
Ithose who think we ought to tak-e,
'when we speak of these subjects, a
tone apologetic. I ptut my foot on all
the conventional rhetoric on this sub
ject, and I tell you plainly that un
less you give up that sin your doom is
sealed, and world without end you
wvill be chased by the anathemas of an
incensed God. I rally you to a besiege
ment of the gates of 'hell. *We want
in this besieging host no soft senti
mentalists, but men who are willhng
to take and give hard knccks. The
gates of Gaza were carried oilf, the
g-ates of Thebes were battered down,
the gates of Babylon were dlestroyed,
and the gates of hell are going to be
The Christianized printing pr-ess will
be rolled up as the chief battering
ram. Then there will be a long list
of aroused pulpits, which shall be as
sailing fortresses, and God's redhot
truth shall be the flying ammunition
of the contest, and the sappers and the
miners will lay the train under these
foundations of sin. and at just the
right time God. who leads on the fray,
will cry, " Down with the oatesl and
the explosion beneath will e answer
ed by all the trumpets of God on high,
celebrating universal victory.
lBnt there may be one wanderer that
would like to have a kind word call
ing homeward. I have told you that
society has no mercy. .Did I_ hint, at
an earlier point in this subject, that
God will have mercy upon any wan
derer who ;-ould like to come back to
,the heart of infinite lovef
A cold Christmas night in a farmi
house. Father comes in from the barn,
knocks the snow from his shoes and
sits dlown by the fire. The mother sits
at the stand knitting. She says to
him. "Do you remenmber it is the an
niversary tonight?" The father is an
gered, ie never wants any- allusion
to the fact that one had gone away,
and the mere suggestion that it was
the annirsary of that sad event
made him quite rough, although the
tears ran drown his cheeks. The old
house dog that had played with the
wanderer w hen she was a child comes
up and puts his head on the old man's
knee, but he roughly repulses the dog.
le wants nothing to remind him of
the anniversary day.
A cold winter night in a city church.
It is Christmas night. They have
been decorating the sanctuary. A lost
wanderer of the street, with thin
shawl about her, attracted by the
warmth and light, comes in and sits
near the door. The minister of reli
gion is preaching of him who was
wounded for our transgessions and
bruised for our iniquities, and the poor
soul by the door said: "Why, that
must mean me: 'Mercy for the chief
of sinners; bruised for our iniquities;
wounded for our transgressions.'
The music that night in thesanctua
ry brought back the old hymn which
she used to sing when with father and
mother, she worshipped God in the
village church. The service over, the
minister went down the aisle. She
said to him: "Were those words for
me? 'Wounded for our transgres
sions.' Was that for me?" The man
of God understood her not. He knew
not how to comfort a shipwrecked
soul, and he passed on, and he passed
out. The poor wanderer followed into
"What are you doing here, Meg?"
said the police. "What are you doing
here tonight?"' "Oh," she replied, "I
was in to warm myself." And then
the rattling cough came, and she held
to the railing until the paroxysm was
over. She passed on down the street,
falling from exhaustion, recovering
herself again, until after awhile she
reiched the outskirts of the city, and
passed on into the coanery road. It
seemed so familiar. She kept on the
road, and she saw in the distance a
light in the window. Ah, that light
had been gleaming there every night
since she went away. On that coun
try road she nassed until she came to
the garden gate. She opened it and
passed up the path where she played
in childhood. She came to the steps
and looked in at the fire on the heart.
Then she put her fingers to the latch.
Oh, if that door had been locked she
would have perished on the threshold,
for she was near to death! But that
door had not been locked since the
time she went away. She pushed
open the door. She went in and lay
down on the hearth by the fire. The
old house dog growled as he saw her
enter, but there was something in the
voice he recognized, and he frisked
about her until he almost pushed her
down in his joy.
In the morning the mother came
down, and she saw a bundle of rags
on the hearth, but when the face was
uplifted, she knew it. and it was no
more old Meg of the street. Throwing
her arms around the returned prodi
gal, she cried, "Oh, Maggie!" The
child threw her arms around her
mother's neck and said, "Oh, moth
er:" And while they were embraced
a rugged form towered above them. It
was the father. The severity all gone
out of his face,he stooped and took her
up tenderly and carried her to moth
er's room and laid her down on moth
er's bed, for she was dying. Then the
lost one, looking up into her mother's
face said: " Wounded for our trans
gressions, and bruised for iniquities !"
"Mother,do you think that means me?
"Oh, yes, my darling," said the moth
er. "If mother is so glad to get you
back, don't you think God is glad to
get you back?"
And there she lay dying, and all
their dreams and all their prayers were
filled with the words, "Wounded for
our transgressions, and bruised for
our iniauities,'" ur'". iust before the
moment of her departure, her face
lighted up, showing the pardon of
God had dropped upon her soul. And
there she slept away on the bosom of a
pardoning Jesus, So the Lord tookt
back one whom the world rejected.
A Crazy M!an's Crime.
CHICAGO, July 5,-Frederick Hell.
man, a mason contractor, 36 yearsold,
last night murdered his wife and four
children by asphyxiation, and died
with them. The victims were:
Ida Hellman, 34 years old.
Fritz Hellman, 12 years old.
Ida Hellman, 11 years old.
Willie Hellman, 8 years old.
Hedwig Hellman, 4 years old.
The place of the tragedy ws~s at the
Hellman cottage, 601 Cornelia street.
The house is small, but it was their
own and the family was supposed to
be living happily together.
That the murder was deliberately
planned by the father of the family
during the past few weeks seems be'
vond doubt. Ever since Hellman built
hiis house, it has been supplied with gas
pipes, but there has been no connection
with the gas main, and there were no
fixtures in the house. Severa weeks
ago lie had his pipes connected and
fixtures put in the family bed room
only, the entire family sleeping in one
small room. It seems now certain that
Hellman had the gas put in for the
express purpose of using it in the mur
der of his family. The gas was turn
ed on after the family, excepting the
husband, had gone to sleep and none
regained consciousness. The body of
Hellman showed evidence of a strug
gle. He first shut the door and
windows, then turned on the gas
and laid down to die with his family.
There is only one explanation and
that is that Hellman was crazy. He is
said to have been fairly well provided
with worldy goods and to have had
no family dissensions. He was natur
ally of a'marose diposition, but no one
thought he would commit suicide or
murder. lie left a note for his broth
er. in which he gives instructions re
garding the disposition of his proper
ty, lie says that he will not be livig
when the note is received, but says in
it nothing of the premeditated death
of the rest of the family.
A General slaughter.
1IoimLstLuE, Ky., July 1.-It was
learned today that in Trigg county
Saturday night, Frank Closton, a des
perate character, shot and severely
wounded a neighbor farmer named
John Rhodes, after a quarrel. Another
farmer named Hammond, attempted
to assist his friend, Rhodes, and was
killed by Closton. Several hours after
wards Colston went to the house of an
other farmer in company with a wo
man and was ordered to leave the pre
nises. They refused and attacked the
farmer, who killed them.
A LunIatIc's Fortune.
SAN FRANIsco, July 5.-Kate
'Welsh. an inmate of the asylum at
Beno. Nev., has $10,291 deposited in
the Hibernia bank in this city which
as remained uncalled for for 21 years.
n the meantime the bank officials
have traced every woman of that name
n the Pacific sea and several eastern
states, only to find the real owner of
he tiny f'ortanc in a feeble old wo
an of shattered intellect confined in
a state intitution.
AT LANTA, July 3.-Ex-Congressman
William J. Bryan made a free silver
peech before the Atlanta Chautauqua
Assembly tonight. He had a great
adience, seven-eights of which were
with him. Mr. Bryan hiadan ovation.
le stated that the silver sentiment is
rowing steadily every day, and he
anounced his belief in a victory for
MAN AT HER MERCY.
The Up-to-Date Woman Making it Hot
The new woman is getting in some
fine work nowadays all along the line
from Maine to Texas. She does not
hesitate to resort to drastic methods
whenever necessary to make her hus
band obey, as did Mrs. Catherine
Mcllwaine, of New York, the other
day when she forced her husband
with a horsewhip to wash and iron the
clothes. Not content, however, with
making the poor fellow do all the
drudgery, while she sat up and ran a
stationary store, she yanked him up
before the Court last Friday for fail
ing to contribute to her support and
for getting tight. The New Y ork Ad
vertiser's report of the trial is well
worth reading. After its introductory
remarks, the Advertiser proceeds as
"Oh, why did I get married!" ex
claimed McIlwaine in a sad tone, as he
stood at the bar listening to his wife's
"It's too late to answer that ques
tion," remarked the Judge. Continu
ing: "What have you to say to your
"Just this, Your Honor," he piped
"she had me arrested because I was
man enough to refuse to do the wash.
ing and ironing any longer."
"What!" exclaimed the Justice, be
coming interested: 'you were asked
to do the washing?"
'"Asked, did you say?" Why, you
ain't much acquainted with my wife,"
retorted Mcliwaine, with a lugubrious
face. "You really ought to know
Mrs. Mcllwaine. $he doesn't ask, she
commands, and backs up her order
with a horsewhip and "
Mrs. Mcllwaine happened to make a
motion with her hands about her skirt
just then, and he 15ounded out of
reach. Reassured by the Justice that
he was perfectly safe from being
horsewhipped in his presence, McIf
waine stepped forward but kept his
eyes on his wife.
"Only last Thursday," he said, "I
did a whole week's washing, and she
stood over me on Friday and Saturday
with a horsewhip and made me do all
the ironing, and this was only one of
a good many times."
"Yes, Judge," becoming a little
bolder, "she does not ask. She .inst
sails in with that big snake whip of
hers and makes you do it. It gives
me a pain when I think of it."
"How about that, Mrs. McIl vaine?"
asked the Judge ashe turned to her.
"Oh, that's so, what he says," shak
ing her head as though to emphasize
her words. "'That's all be's good for.
On account of him I can't keep a ser
7ant in the house, and I don't blame
him. As I would not have the wash
ing and ironing done outside and hin:
loafing about, I made him do it. HE
first said he wouldn't, but I soon made
him change his mind when I got the
"then he did it?"
"You:bet he did, but it costs more
than he's worth to keep him at it. ]
want him sent to the Island."
"Well, we'll try him with
Mcllwaine was then led into the
prison, while she whisked out o:
Murder in Greenville.
GREEvILLE, June 29.-Tonight a
halfpast 8 o'clock, J. D. Lewis, a con
ductor on the Carolina, Knoxville anc
Western Ralwy shot his brother-in
law, Henry Rutledge, who will prob
ably die before morninv The shoot
ing took place at Rut edge's house
about a hundred yards from the rea
of the News office. The trouble be
tween the two men was caused b'
Lewis leavine his wife, a sister of Rut
ledge. Mrs. 'Lwis made an attack or
a girl named Lytton, with whom sh<
accused her husband of being too inti
mate. The Lytton girl is the daugh
ter of respectable parents and wen
wrong a year or two ago. For som<
time she was an inmate of Emim
Brown's house in Charleston. Rut
ledg deals in ice and keeps his stoc]
in te cellar of his house. Bad bloo<
has existed for some time between th
two men and Lewis went to Rutledge'
house tonight and found the latter in
his ice cellar. They had some word:
and Lewis drew his pistol and fire<
three shots, each taking effect. On'
passed through the right lung anothel
in the shoulder and one in thie side
Three physicians are with Rutledge
but do not express an opinion as to th<
possibility of his recovery. Lewir
made his escape as soon as he shot an<
has not been captured yet.
Panic on a Grand stand.
BUFF.ALO, N. Y., July 4. -Whil<
10,000 people sat in the new grant
stand at the Buffalo Driving Park a
5:30 o'clock this afternoon, a sectiar
of the stand fell, The cause was
weak stairway which held forty or hf
tv at a time. Underneath the stairwal
was a wine room, which had beer
crowded with people only a momen
before. They were climbing back t<
their seats in the stand to witness the
start of a race, when the accident oc
curred. In caving in so suddenly
the stairway took with it a section o1
the grand stand and piled about sixt3
people, men, women and children ir
a mass. Then the immense crowc
stood up in their seats and rushed to
ward the stairway and then back fron
it again. In the stampede womer
fainted and were trampled upon,
jumped from the stand to the grounc
and other ways contributed to the ex
citement. After the stand had beer
cleared the people were held bacd
with difficulty while those who had
fallen were extricated. Carriages were
soon at hand and took to their
homes about forty men and womer
who were but slightly injured, or whc
suffered from the sock. Amb~ulancei
took the most severely injured to the
He Upset the Boat.
PITTSBU'RG, June 30.-Molly Masor
and Isaac Adrian were drowned in the
Alleghaneyrivernear Brilliant station
las niht Harry Mason, the hus
bnoftewoman, is locked up in jail
charged with murder for upsetting the
boat causing his wife and Adrian tc
fall out of and lose their lives. The
three persons mentioned, and a youna
man named Barber, were crossing the
river on their return from a picnic.
Mason and his wife, who had beer
drinking and quarreling during the
day, kept it up on the skiff. The boal
was stopped and Barber threatened t(
hit Mason with an oar if he didn't sil
down. In taking his seat, Mason threwi
his leg over the boat and upset it. Mrs
Mason and Adrian were drowned.
The other two swam ashore.
C. Dewes, a young paper hanger, wat
one of a party of men who were play.
ing a scrub game of ball yesterday
Dewes was at the bat facnthpih
ing of a policeman named fc onald,
when a speedy inshoot struck him on
the head feling him unconscious tc
the ground. Hfe was taken to the hos
pital, where lhe died today of hemor
rhage of the brain caused by the blow
from the ball.
He Wante to Hang.
AsUvILLE, N. C., July 1.-A special
to the Citizen from Charlotte says:
John Sims, who murdered his wife
last Friday, wishes to waive trial and
be hanged next Friday, "To be near
his wife." The grand jury has return
eda trebl + a ga nsthim.
A cream of tartar namg powder.
Highest of all in leavening strength.-La
test United States Government Eood Re
Royal Baking Powder Company,
106 Wall St.. N. Y.
ANDERSON, June 29.-The jury in the
case of J. Minis Sullivan, charged
with the murder of Herman G. Gil
reath in Greenville on June 14, 1892,
after being out from 2 p. in. yesterday
till 12:10 p. in. today, returned a ver
dict of "not guilty." This case was
first called for trial at the July, 1892,
term for Greenville and continued on
affidavits of the absence of material
witnesses for the defense. At the Oc
tober term of the same year, the defen
dant moved to quash the panel of
jurors on the ground that the sheriff
of the county was a half brother of
the slain man. Judge James Aldrich
granted the motion and as the sheriff
had just been re-elected for four years,
ordered a change of venue to Ander
son. At the Anderson spring term of
1893 the defendant demurred to the
jurisdiction of the Anderson court.
The demurrer was overruled and no
tice of appeal was given. Circuit
Judge Tzlar decided to try the case,
but was enjoined from doing so by
Justice Pope of the Supreme Court. It
was at this term that the stir about al
leged attempts to bribe jurors occurred.
The Supreme Court sustained the lower
court and remanded the case for trial.
In October, 1893. the case was tried be
fore Judge Wallace and a verdict of
guilty was rendered. The defendant
was sentenced to be hangged Decem
ber 22nd, 1893. Execution was stayed
pending an appeal to the Supreme
Court for a new trial. In 1894 the de
fendant moved for and secured suspen
sion of his appeal toallow a motion on
circuit for a new trial on the ground
of after discovered evidence. Judge
Ernest Gary heard the motion and re
fused it. The Supreme Court sustained
the appeal on the grounds, chiefly,
that the judge erred in excluding evi
dence showing that the State's witness,
Finlay, had made statements regard
ing the shooting different from those
he made on the witness stand, and had
erred in his charge regarding the tak
ing of life; and ordered a new trial,
which was begun two days ago, and
the evidence was practically the same
as that given at the former trial when
a verdict of guilty was rendcred and a
death sentence passed.
COLUMBLA, June 29.-Saturdayafter
noon Deputy Foster of Siartanburg
brought to Columbia for safekeeping
-Constables Stevenson and Brice, and
they were placed temporarily in jail.
-So far as could be learned by Private
Secretary Gunter. the citizens of Spar
tanburg did not fear any trouble, but
-Sheriff Dean seemed to be apprehen
sive and asked that the constables be
taken to Columbia.
Passengers on the Spartanburg train
report that there was a large crowd of
-mountaineers gathered at Tryon,
many of them being relativesor friends
of the dead moonshiners, and some__
thought they might want to resort to
extreme measures, but whether that
-was the case or not is questionable.
Constable Stevenson said he left
Toland and Pettig-rew in about the
same condition. Pettigrew's case is
still considered most critical, and
though he himself is hopeful his
friens are not so much so.
IThe dead moonshiners have been
removed to their homes from the
The revenue authorities had been
after the gang before the constables
met up with them. About the 22d of
May they seized four barrels of liquor
in Spartanburg, which was being un
loaded by oneIR. D- Blowers in a store.
He was a member of the same gang, it
is said, and acase is now against him.
in the United States Court.
A Strange Case.
IINDIANAPoLIs. Ind., June 30.-The
death of Brice Cairter, a wealthy and -
prominent contractor of this city early'
this morning, was the culmination of
a strange case which has attracted at
tention for the last seven years. That
long. ago Mrs. Carter complained to,
the0 polIice that a servant girl whom
she had just discharged was slowly
poisoning her husband but detectives
who investigated reported that Mrs.
Carter had no grounds for her accusa
Itions. Several months later Mrs. Carter
repeated her accusations and appealed.
to' the police, but no attention wass
paid. She told her story to the grand
jury. Mr. Carter was called and said
he: believed his wife was insane. At.
intervals of a few months Mrs. Carter,
who appeared to be sane on all other
matters, has repeated her act. Early
this morning she was aroused by Mr.
Carter, who was suffering from:
stomach pains, and before a doctor ar
rived he was deatl. An autopsy re
vealed no poison, but the stomach will
be analyzed to clear the mystery of
Foilowed her H~usband.
JEFFERSONVILLE, Ind., July 1.- A
hioi'rifying sight met the eyes of Mrs.
John Ganole at 10 o'clock this morn
ing when she visited the Bennett fami
ly at 278 Maple street. In a room on
thle ground floor she found the lifeless
form of Ella Bennett. aged 10; Omer,
aged 5 and their mother, side by side,
the latter gasping for breath and un
conscious. Mrs. Bennett had made
full preparations to kill her children
and herself. She carefully dressed
herself and chrildren in spotless linen
for their burial. The mother lay in
a comatose state, while the bodies of
the chrildren with distorted feat
ures were by her side. No motive
is asigned for the deed, and what poi
son she administered is not known.
Mrs. Bennett was the wife of Benson
Bennett, a locomotive engineer, who
committed suicide at Indianapolis a
few month ago.
A Terrible Story.
DUBuiN, July 5.-Michel Cleary, of
Ballinda, near Clonomel, was convict
ed of manslaughter today for causing
the death of his wife by burning and
otherwise maltreating her on the
ground that she was bewitched. The
case is the most remarkable on record.
The evidence showed that Mrs. Cleary
wa.-s suffering from nervousness, her
husband and brother having murder
ed the woman's father-. Several cous
ins were arrested for complicity in the
crime. They fearfully tortured the
woman and forced a noxious decoction
of herbs down her throat for the pur
~se of exorcising the evil spirit.
inally her husband knocked her
down and poured paratine over the