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LOYE AND PREJUDICE.
BY AMY RANDOLPH.
TjT, Ifal, you would
like hur," said Col.
Vandycke. "I am
certain of it."
"That is where
I disagree with
you," remarked
Halleck Dane. "A
proud, haughty
heiress, accustomed
to have every one
fall down and wor­
ship at her shrine!"
"A' dear, gentle little girl, with Just
spirit and sparkle enough to redeem
her from the charge of Insipidity,"
protested Col. Vandycke. "Come, fore
go your prejudices, Hal, and accom
pany me to Miss Freyling's reception
tonight, and I will present you to our
little Queen of Love and Beauty."
Halleck Dane shrugged his broad
shoulders deprecating!^'.
"I have always said," he declared,
with quiet obstinacy, "that my wife
should not be selected in the glare
and glitter of,a ballroom. My regrets
to Miss Freyling, and my thanks to
yourself, but I have some letters to
write this evening, and I must make
a hermit of myself for the time be
ing."
Col. Vandycke shook his head.
"Go, then, Hermit of the Wilder
ness," said he, "but if you die a
wretched- bachelor, lay not the blame
to me."
Mr. Dane laughed, but the smile
died away from his lips, as he entered
the twilight solitude of the village
street.
"I will not be introduced to Miss Du
rande," he said to himself. "A man's
time and individuality are his yet, 1
hope, but I have no surplus leisure to
spare in heiress-worship."
Halleck Dane had been physician
in charge of the Lindley hospital for
three months now. Lindley was a gay
little town, with a military station
?lose by, half a dozen churches, a
towp Kail, an atheneum, and several
manufactories.
Dane avoided making the acquaint
ance of Mis3 Durande, the belle and
beauty of the place. In fact, he had
not even seen her as yet.
"I came here to work, not to flirt,'
tie said, brusquely.
Miss Dorella Durande did not under
stand this in the least. She was a pret
•y, 8y.'cet. natttred young girl, who liked
iff" the world, and expected all the
world to like her. And at last she
reluctantly"mads up her mind that Dr.
Dane did not want to cultivate her ac
luaintance.
"Let him go," said Dorella, pretend
ing not to care a pin's point. "There
ire plenty of pleasant people in Lind
:ey without him!"
\S*r
And after that she was careful to
:ime her visits to the hospital so that
•he would not meet the physician in
:harge.
"I can't give up my poor, sick peo
ple," said Dorella, "but I- won't have
»ny sneering scientist "contemptuously
jverlooking.ime^"
MIm Freyling ha.d chosen an unfor
tunate evenifig jor her reception.
"Of all night* in the vgn*
1-JnriV)ns to fall
sage of Owl 61en!T9(fe
ing dolorously at his ortrci-'i
hp shook the snow off bis coat
In' front, of the flre. "But I suppose
•.here's no help for it—she's old and
poor, and has no troops of friends to
rally to her aid."
THE MYSTERY IS SOLVED.
His horse, unfortunately, was dead
lame, and having no fancy for driving
the poor teamB turned out by the local
livery stable, Dr. Dane resolved to walk
the four solitary miles, bounded by
tine forests and surrounded by deso
late hills that lay between the village
and Owl Glen.
He had not gone far, however, be
fore he became dimly conscious,
through the snow, of a little buckboard
wagon in front of him drawn by a
itout, gray pony and driven by a wom
an in a dread-naught gray sacque,
with a fur cap, pulled down over her
jars.
"Some farmer's wife returning late,"
lie thought. "I wish she would be po
lite enough to offer mo a ride."
He spoke up briskly. "Madame," he
said, "I am Dr. Dane."
The pony was abruptly checked. "I
am going to Owl Glen to seek a sick
woman," he added. "If you would
kindly allow me to ride with you as
•tar as our ways lie together—"
"Oh, certainly," said the solitary
driver "Jump in. I am going to Owl
Glen myself."
"Perhaps you know Hannah Hop
kins!" hazarded the doctor, who was
rather pleased by a something quick,
lively and energetic in the tone of his
interlocutor.
"Oh, yes, I know her very well.
That's where I am going," said the
woman—no farmer's wife, aa Dr. Dane
began dimly to comprehend. Now
she touched up the pony at full speed.
"It must be MIbs Martlneau, the rec
tor's sister," thought Dr. Dane. "No
one else would take the trouble to
drive out such a night as this, merely
to see a miserable old pauper wom
an. "And he said aloud, "I beg your
pardon, Miss Martlneau, for not recog
niznng you before."
Did she laugh? or did he only fancy
it? But she answered, quietly, "It is
rather an unfavorable atmosphere for
recognitions of any sort.".
And they drove on faster than ever.
"She's an excellent whip," thought
Dr, Dane, "and the horse isn't any or
-mrv village hack or farm screw."
snows!" he at., last.
.. ^,said,,.,
n(, it
I don't at all," was the reply. "I'm
used to Wind and weather."
Then it can't be Miss Martlneau,
after all," cogitated the doctor. "Oh,
I see now—it's Phebe Otway, the vil
lage nurse, whom all the poor people,
send for. But I can't Imagine Daniel
Otway's wife with such a sweet, musi
cally modulated voice. It's a gift of
heaven to save people, I suppose. Well,
I respect Phebe for having the energy
and resolution to face a storm like
this for the very problematical pay
ment which she has to expect from old
Hannah Hopkins!"
And then he relapsed into silence
after one or two more remarks, to
which his companion did not seem in
clined to reply, save in monosyllables,
until they stopped in the midst of a
whirling snowdrift, before old Han
nah's cabin, on the edge of a thicket of
pines.
"Shall I put the horse out?" Dr.
Dane asked. "There is neither man nor
boy here to render such services,
and—"
"I can put him out myself," said the
woman, quickly. "I know where the
lantern and the matches are kept in
the shed, and I have taken Prince
Charles in and out o£ the shafts many
a time."
Without waiting for an answer, she
led the pony around the corner of the
house and vanished as it were into a
white wilderness, while Dr. Dane
opened the door and went into the
sick room, where he wretched old oc
togenarian lay groaning by the light of
a pine wood flre alone.
"Well, Hannah," said he, cheerfully,
"how are you?"
But, instead of answerinfl. the old
woman screwed up her eyes to peer
past him Into the gloom, as if expect
ing yet another figure to* appear.
The next instant the back door
opened and a small, slight figure came
in, already freed from clumsy cloak
or sheltering fur cap—a girl of per
haps twenty, with clear, brown eyes,
rosy cheeks and coils of brown hair
wound around and around her head.
Hannah's blear eyes brightened at the
noiseless apparition.
I knew you would come, pretty
one," she said. "You always come
where there is pain or trouble or heavy
hearts, my queen."
"So," said Dr. Dane to himself, "11
is neither Miss Martineau nor Daniel
Otway's wife. I wonder who it i3."
All that wild, tempestuous night the
two kept vigil at Hannah Hopkins'
bedside, and, in his secret heart, the
doctor confessed that he had never
seen a quicker comprehension, a more
tender heart, a stronger fortitude, than
that of his unknown companion. And
when, at daybreak, the angel of death
set the prisoned spirit free, and they
sat alone by the corpse, Dr, Dane spoke
out:
"We can do no more for the poor
creature." said he. "She's at rest, now.
Let me take you to your friends."
"No," said the girl, quietly. "I shall
stay here until some of the village
people come. 1 will not leave her, poor
soul!"
"Can I send some one?" he asked.
"If you choose," she answered.
"But I don't like to leave you alone."
"jjo not be afraid," pi*e cam, a little
scofnfully.
old
he
Soj^u'ileck Dane left her. Fortun
met some one a -few rods in
the .road, and returned with reinforce
ments—a sturdy old farmer and his
wife.
"Miss Durande." cried the woman,
the minute her eye fell on the slight
figure at the bedside, "you never mean
to say that you have been here all
night! But I don't b'lieve old Han
nah could have died without you, she
was that fond of you. Heaven bless
your sweet face!"
as
ar
Dr. Dane started, feeling the color
mount to his face.
"Ah!" said he, striving to speak
calmly, "so the mystery is solved! You
are Miss Durande!"
"Yes," she said, "I am Miss Durande.
I did not reveal my identity before, be
cause I knew you did not like me, Dr.
Dane."
"But I do like you," said the doctor,
impulsively. "It was only my fan
cied ideal of Miss Durande that I dis
liked!"
"Was it Just to be Judge. Jux-y and
executioner, without even allowing the
poor defendant to put in a plea?"
asked Dorella.
"It was cowardly and base." ad
mitted Dr. Dane. "If you can forgive
me. do. But I shall find it impossible
to forgive myself."
TALMME'S SERMON.
THE HUNGER IN INDIA. LAST
SUNDAY'S SUBJECT.
From the Following Text: "This Is AI»a«
ueras Which Reigned from India.
Even Unto Ethiopia"—Esther 1:1. A
l.aod Plundered by Greed.
Beo
The heiress held out her hand with
a most fascinating smile beginning to
dimple the corners of her perfect
mouth.
"Such humility is irresistible," said
she. "You arc pardoned!"
They drove home together the best
friends in the world. Dr. Dane wonder
ing how it was possible that the real
Miss Durande should be so unlike the
silly, simpering, conceited little per
sonage whom he had decided she must
be—and Dorella, woman-like, thinking
nil the more of him because she had
been called upon to forgive his short
comings.
Of course the sequel remains to be
told. Of course Dr. Dane and Dorella
Durande liked each other all the bet
ter, now, for having so heartily de
spised each other before. And one day
Dr. Hal told Miss Durande that he
liked her better than any one else in
the world—and, In return. Miss Du
rande confessed that "she loved him—
oh, so dearly!"
And when he heard of It, Col. Van
dycke laughed as If It were a supreme
Joke.
"Didn't I tell you. long ago?" said
he.-—New York Ledger.
She Saw.
On a recent afternoon, says the Wash
ington Post, a large blond lady—good
looking, too—passed by the messengers
who guard the part of the senate wing
which is reserved exclusively for the
press. As she went by one of the mes
sengers said: "That Is private, mad
am." "Oh, I Just want to look out ol
the window," she replied, and walked
along. The messenger hurried after
her and continued, "But that 1b pri
vate, and you are not permitted to go
bark there." She didn't blink an eye
laah, but walked along. "I beg youi
pardon," said the messenger, coming
up with her. "Oh, you can come along
with me If you want to," she replied,
smiling at him sweetly. "I want to sea
what Is to be seen from this window.'
And tftte did.
MONG the 773,693
words which make
up the bible only
once occurs the
word "India." In
this part of the
scriptures. which
the Rabbis call
"Megillah Esther,"
or the volume of
Esther, a book
sometimes com
because the word
plained against
'God" is not even once mentioned in
it. although one rightly disposed can
see God in it from the first chapter to
the last, we have it set forth that Xer
xes, or Ahasuerus, who invaded Greece
with two million men, but returned in
a poor fisher's boat, had a vast domin
ion, among other regions, India. In
my text India takes its place in bible
geography, and the interest in that
land has continued to increase until,
with more and more enthusiasm, all
around the world Bishop Heber's hymn
about "India's coral strand" is being
sung. Never will I forget the thrill of
anticipation that went through my
body and mind and soul when, after
two weeks' tossing on the seas around
Ceylon and India—for the winds did
not, according to the old hymn, "blow
soft o'er Ceylon's isle"—our ship sailed
up one of the mouths of the Ganges,
past James and Mary island, so named
because a royal ship of that name was
wrecked there, and I stepped ashore at
Calcutta, amid the shrines and temples
and sculptures of that "City of Pal
aces," tho strange physiognomies of
the living afnd the cremations of the
dead. I had never expected to be
there, because the sea and I long ago
had a serious falling out but the facil
ities of travel are so increasing that
you or your children will probably visit
that land of boundless fascination. Its
configuration is such that no one but
God could have architected, and it
seems as if a man who had no religion
going there, would be obliged to ac
knowledge a God as did the cowboy in
Colorado. His companion, an atheist,
had about persuaded the cowboy that
there was no God, but coming amidst
some of that tremendous scenery of
high rocks and awful chasms, and
depths dug under depths, and moun
tains piled on mountains, the cow boy
said to his atheistic companion, "Jack,
if there is no God now, I guess from
the looks of things around here there
must have been a God some time." No
one but the Omniscient could have
planned India, and no one but the Om
nipotent could have built it. It is a
great triangle, its base the Himalayas,
a word meaning "the dwelling place of
snows," those mountains pouring out
of their crystal cup the Indus, the
Piaumaputra and the Ganges to slake
the thirst of the vc.ct populations of
India. That country is the liomo of
two hundred and forty million souls.
Whatever be one's taste, going there,
his taste is gratified. Some go as
hunters of great game, and there is no
end to their entertainment. Mighty
fauna bison, buffalo, rhinoceros, ele
phant, panther, lion, tiger—this last
to be the perpetual .game for Ameri
cans and Europeans, because he comes
up from the malarial swamps, where no
human being dare enter the deer and
antelope his accustomed food, but once
having obtained the taste of human
blood, he wants nothing else, and is
called "the man-eater." You can not
the tiger's natural ferocity after he
has been humiliated by a voyage across
the sea. You need to hear his growl
as he presses his iron paw against the
cage in Calcutta. Thirteen towns have
been abandoned as residence because
of the work of this cruel invader. In
India in the year 1877 eight hundred
and nineteen people were slain by the
tiger, and ten thousand cattle de
stroyed. From the back of the elephant
or from galleries built among the trees
fifteen hundred tigers went down and
eighteen thousand dollars of govern
ment reward were paid the sportsmen.
The Baptist missionary, Carey, who
did infinite good to India,had two great
passions—first, a passion for souls, and
next, a passion for flowers, and he
adorned his Asiatic home and the Am
erican homes of his friends, and mu
seums on either side the sea. with the
results of his floral expeditions in In
dia. To prepare himself for morning
prayers, he was accustomed to walk
amid the flowers and trees. It is the
heaven of the magnolia and abelmosk,
and palm tree. The ethnologist, going
there, will find endless entertainment
In the study of the races now living
there and the races of whose blood they
are a commingling. The historian, go
lug there, will find his theory of War
ren Hastings' government in India the
reverse from that which Edmund
Burke gave him in the most famous
address ever made in a court room,
Its two characteristics matchless elo
duence and one sidedness of statement.
The archaeologist will be thrown Into
a frenzy of delight as he visits Delhi
of India and digs down and finds seven
iead cities underneath the now living
:ity. AH success to the hunters and
:he botanists and the ethnologists and
:he historians and the archaeologists
who visit India, each one on his or her
srrand! But we today visit India ns
Christian women and men to hear the
full meaning of a groan of hunger that
has traveled fourteen thousand miles,
yet gets louder and more agonizing as
the days go by. But why have any in
terest in people so far away that it is
svenlng there when it is morning here,
their complexion darker, their language
to us a Jargon, their attire unlike that
[ound in any American wardrobe, their
memory and their ambition unlike any
thing that we recall or hope for? With
more emphasis than you put into the
interrogatory "Why," I answer. First:
Because our Christ was an Asiatic.
Egypt gave to us its monuments, Rome
gave to us its law, Germany gave to us
Its philosophy, but Asia gave to us Its
Christ. His mother an Asiatic the
mountains that looked down upon him,
Asiatic the lakes on whose pebbly
banks he rested and on whose chopped
waves'he walked, Asiatic the apostles
whom he first commissioned, Asiatic
the audiences he whelmed with his il
lustrations drawn from blooming lilies
and 8alf -vf 's, and great rain-falls.
|y*BT*T3f^ "~-f' M|!|8t||W^^
and bellowing tempests, and hypo' sung its way across our continent. It
long faces, and croaking ravens—..
those auditnees Asiatic. Christ during
his earthly, stay was never outside of
Asia. When,he had sixteen or eighteen
years to spare from his active work,
instead of spending that time in Eu
rope, I think ho goes farther toward
the heart of Asia, namely, India. The
Bible says nothing of Christ from
twelve years of age until thirty, but
there are records in India and tradi
tions in India which represent a
strange, wonderful, most excellent, and
supernatural being as staying in India
about that time. I think Christ was
there much of the time between his
twelfth and his thirtieth year, but how
ever that may be, Christ was born in
Asia, suffered in Asia, died in Asia, as
cended from Asia, and all that makes
me turn my ear more attentively toward
that continent as I hear its cry of dis
tress.
Most interesting are the people of In
dia. At Calcutta, I said to one of their
leaders, who spoke English well:
"Have these idols which I see any
power of themselves to help or de
stroy?"
He said: "No: they only represent
God. There is but one God."
"When people die, where do they go
to?"
"That depends upon what they have
been doing if they have been doing
good, to heaven, and if they have been
doing evil, to hpll."
"But do you not believe in the trans
migration of souls, and that after death
we go Into birds or animals of 3ome
sort?"
"Yes the last creature a man Is
thinking of while dying is the one into
which he will go. If he is thinking of
a bird, he will go into a bird if he is
thinking of a beast, he will go into a
beast
"I thought you said that at death the
soul goes to heaven or hell?"
"He goes there by a gradual process.
It may take him years and years."
"Can any one become a Hindoo?
Could I become a Hindoo?"
"Yes you could."
"How could I become a Hindoo?"
"By doing as the Hindoos do."
From the walls of one of their mu
seums at Jeypore I had translated for
me those beautiful sentiments:
The wise make failure equal to suc
cess.
Like threads of silver seen through
crystal beads, let love through good
deeds show.
Do not to others that which if done
to thee would cause thee pain. And
this is the sum of duty.
A man obtains a proper rule of action
by looking on his neighbor as himself.
From that continent of interesting
folk, from that continent that gave
the Christ, from that continent which
has been endeared by so many mis
sionary heroics, there comes a groan
of eighty million people in hunger.
More people are in danger of starving
to death in India to-day than the en
tire population of the United States.
In tlve famine in India in the year 1S77
about- six ^million,, people starved to
death. That is more than all the peo
ple of Washington, of New York, of
Philadelphia, of Chicago, put together.
But that famine was not a tenth part
as awful as,tfyj.ond, there now raging.
Twenty thousand ^are dying there of
famine everyday. -Whole villages and
towns have ,diel-7«very man, woman
and child none'left to ury the dead.
The vultures and' the Jackals are the
only pallhfearers. Though some help
has been sent, before full relief can
reach'ttiem I .Bitbpose there will be
at least ten million dead. Starvation,
even for one person, is an awful pro
cess. No food, the vitals gnaw upon
themselves and faintness and lauguor
and pangs, from head to foot, and hor
ror and despair and insanity take full
possession. One handful of wheat or
corn1 or rice per day would keep life
going, but they cannot get a handful.
Hie .crops failed and the millions are
dying. Oh,, it is hard to be hungry in
a world where there is enough grain,
and fruit, and meat, to fill all the hun
gry mouths on the planet but alas!
that the sufferer and the supply cannot
be brought together. There stands In
dia to-day! Look at her! Her face
dusky from the suns of many centur
ies under her turban such achings of
brow as only a dying nation feels her
eyes hollow with unutterable woe the
tears rolling down her sunken cheek
her back bent with more agonies than
she knows how' to carry her ovens
containing nothing but ashes. Gaunt,
ghastly, wasted, tho dew of death upon
her forehead and a pallor such as the
last hour brings, she stretches forth
lier trembling hand towards us and
with hoarse whisper she says: "I am
dying! Give me bread! That is what
I want! Bread! Give it to me quick!
Give it to me now—bread! bread!
bread!" America has heard the cry.
Many thousands of dollars have al
ready been contributed. One ship la
den with breadstuffs has sailed from
San Francisco for India. Our senate
and house of representatives in a bill
signed by our sympathetic president
have authorized the secretary of the
navy to charter a vessel to carry food
to the famine sufferers, and you may
help to fill that ship. We want to send
at least six hundred thousand bushels
of corn. That will save the lives of at
least six' hundred thousand people.
Many will respond In contributions of
money, aud the barns and corn-cribs
of the entire United States will pour
forth their treasures of food. When
that ship is laden till it can carry no
more, we will aalc Him who holds the
winds In his fist and plants his trium
phant foot on stormy wnves to let noth
ing but good happen to the ship till it
anchors in Bengal or Arabian waters.
They who help by contributions of
money or breadstuffs toward filling
that relief ship will flavor their own
food for their lifetime with appetizing
qualities, and insure their own welfare
through the promise of him who said,
"Blessed is he that considereth the
poor the Lord will deliver him In time
of trouble,
And now I bethink myself of some
thing I never thought of before. I had
noticed that the circle is God's favor
ite figure, and upon that subject I ad
dressed you some time ago, but it did
not occur to me until now that tMfcos
pel seems to be moving in a.jfK\e. It
started In Asia, Bethlehe'm, an Asiatic
village Jordan, aa^&slatlc river Cal'
vary, an Aslatiojmountaln. Then this
Gospel moved on to Europe witness
the chapels and churches and cathed
rals and Christian '/universities of that
continent. Then lit crossed to Amer
ica. It h4 prayetjl and preached
has crossed to Asia, taking the Sand
vich Islands in its way, and now In all
the great cities on the coast of China
people are singing "Rock of Ages" and
"There Is a Fountain Filled with
Blood for you must know that not
only have the Scriptures been trans
lated Into these Asiatic tongues, but
also the evangelical hymns. My mis
sionary brother, John, translated some
of them into Chinese, and Mr. Glad
stone gave me a copy of the hymn,
"Jesus, Lover of My Soul" which he
himself had translated into Greek. The
Christ who it seems spent sixteen or
eighteen years of his life In India is
there now in spirit, converting and
saving the people by hundreds of thou
sands, and the Gospel will move right
on through Asia until the story of tho
Saviour's birth will anew be made
known in Bethlehem, and the story of a
Saviour's sacrifice be told anew on and
around Calvary, and the story of a Sav
iour's Ascension be told anew on the
shoulder of Mt. Olivet. And then do
you not see the circle will be complete?
The glorious circle, the circle of the
earth? This old planet, gashed with
earthquake and scorched with confla
gration and torn with revolutions, will
be girdled with churches, with schools,
with universities, with millennial fes
tivities. How cheering and how inspir
ing the thought that we are, whether
giving temporal or spiritual relief,
working on the segment of such a
circle. And that the Chrlstly mission
which started in Asia will keep on its
way until it goes clear around to the
place where It started! Then the earth
will have demonstrated that for which
it was created, and as soon as a world
has completed Its mission it dies. Part
of the heavens is a cemetery of dead
worlds. Our world built to demon
strate to the worlds which have been
loyal to God the awful results of dis
loyalty, so that none of them may ever
attempt it—I say our world, having
finished its mission, may them go out
of existence. The central fires of the
world which are burning out rapidly
toward the crust, may have reached
the surface by that time and the Bible
prophecy bo fulfilled, which declares
that the earth and all tliinss that are
therein shall be burned up.
May the 10th, 1S69, was a memorable
day, for then was laid the last tie
which connected the two rail tracks
which united the Atlantic and Pacific
Oceans. The Central Pacific Railroad
was built from California eastward.
The Union Pacific Railroad was built
westward. They were within arm's
reach of meeting, only one more piece
of the rail track to put down. A great
audience assembled, mid-continent, to
see the last tie laid. The locomotives
of the Eastern and Western trains
stood panting on the tracks close by.
Oration explained the occasion, and
prayer solemnized it and music
enchanted it. The tie was made
of polished laurel wood, bound
with silver bands, and three
spikes were used—a gold spike,
presented by California a sil
ver spike, presented by Nevada, and
an iron spike, presented by Arizona.
When, all heads uncovered and all
hearts thrilling with emotion, the ham
mer struck the last spike into its place,
the cannon boomed it amid the re
sounding mountain echoes and the tele
graphic instruments clicked to all na
tions that the deed was done. My
friends, if the laying of the last tie that
bound the East and the West of one
continent together was such a resound
ing occasion, what will It be when the
last tie of the track of Gospel influ
ences, reaching clear around the world,
shall be laid amid the anthems of all
nations? The spikes will be the gold
en and silver spikes fashioned out of
the Christian generosity of the hemis
pheres. The last hammer stroke that
completes the work will be heard by all
the raptured and piled-up galleries of
the universe, and the mountains of
earth will shout to the thrones of hea
ven, "Hallelujah! For the Lord God
Omnipotent reigneth. Hallelujah! For
the kingdoms of this world have be
come the kingdoms of our Lord Jesus
Christ!"
ALMOST CONVERTED HIM.
Meeting with Father Collins, the Metho
dist l'renchol*.
No better tribute to the earnestness
and eloquence of Father Collins, the
well-known Methodist preacher, was
ever given than that which came from
the lips of the famous lawyer, Thomas
Corwin, on one occasion.
Father Collins was holding a series
of meetings in a town in Ohio during
session of the court in tho place,
and many of the lawyers wandered in
to his meeting, moved, perhaps, more
by curiosity than religious feeling. Mr.
Corwin was one of these listeners to
the earnest Methodist, and, being ask
ed for his opinion of the preacher, gave
it in no measured terms.
In earnest!" said he, in answer to
a friend's query. "I should say he
was! Why, when he'd talked awhile
he just said 'Come!' to some of the men
standing back where I was, and they
marched up front as meek as lambs,
whether they wanted to go or not,
sir."
Did you go?" asked his friend, cu
riously.
"No, I didn't," replied Mr. Corwin,
slowly, "but I can tell you one thing.
I was standing by one of the pillars in
the vestry, and he looked right down
at me and said 'Come!' and if I hadn't
kept a good hold on that pillar I
should have gone, that's one thing
sure! And as it was, you'd better be
lieve the next time tve said 'Come!' I
didn't dare look up to see whether he
meant me or somebody else."—Youth's
Companion.
Self-Defense*
I believe in the cultivation of the art
of self-defense. It Is a manly art, and
every man ought to be familiar with its
leading principles. But tests of skill,
carried on in a spirit of friendly emula
tion and for mutual advantage and
physical development are entirely dif
ferent matter from the public exhibi
tions, where a purse is the prize to be
won, and where a great crowd have
paid money to see the show.—Rev.
Howard Duffleid.
Old Soldiers and ^Celiglorv
In Fitzgerald, Geor soldier col
ony, thirty-six diff'
liefs are reprose
being In the maj
and
A NATIONS TRIBUTE.
SPLENDID CEREMONIES AT THE
TOMB OF GRANT.
All America Represented at the Dedica
tion FrcslUent McKinley Blafces
ltrlef Address Imposing Procession
of Troops from the Various States.
New York, April 28.—All day Mon
day soldiers of the regular army and
national guard marched through the
handsomely decorated streets of New
York from the railroad stations and
'lglous be
)thodlsts
GEN. GRANT.
ferry landings to their quarters. Every
train brought notable people to the
city, among the arrivals being Presi
dent McKinley, Vice-President Hobart,
the cabinet officers, members of the
diplomatic corps, senators, representa
tives and governors of states. Late in
the evening tho last of the foreign war
ships, the Italian cruiser Dogali,
steamed into port.
President McKinley and suite came
from the national capital in a splendid
special train which ran over the Penn
sylvania railroad. Besides the chief
magistrate, the most distinguished per
son in the party was the widow of the
great soldier, Mrs. Grant, with her
daughter, Mrs. Sartoris, and the lat
ter's children. Mrs. Grant has fully re
covered from her recent indisposition
and expressed herself as being touch
ed by the homage paid her late hus
band.
Another distinguished party of
statesmen left the national capital at
the same hour by the Baltimore &
Ohio railroad. The sumptuous special
train carried the vice president and
Speaker Reed, twelve or fifteen sena
tors and an equal number of members
of the house. Both the vice president
and the speaker were provided with
special cars, placed wholly at their dis
posal.
Everything was ready for the dedi
cation of the massive tomb in Riverside
park in which rests the remains of
America's great soldier. Ulysses S.
Grant. Weeks ago it was estimated
that 1,000,000 persons would come to
New York to witness the parade and
ceremonies of the dedication of the
**W.'
A Distinction.
JS®*
V\VV.
THE MAUSOLEUM.
tomb, and that number was largely
exceeded. More people witnessed the
great parade than will see the queen's
show in London next month. In mak
ing up the parade the grand marshal.
General Grenville M. Dodge, excluded
many civic bodies which asked for
places, and gave room to the regular
militia of the several states and the
Grand Army and kindred organiza
tions. The white squadron lay in the
North river opposite the tomb, and tlie
foreign war vessels anchored below.
The exercises of the day were car
ried out precisely as arranged weeks
ago. The president and other distin
guished guests left the Fifth Avenue
hotel at 9:20 a. m., and, escorted by a
squadron of cavalry, proceeded to the
tomb, where a stand in the open air
had been set apart for them.
At 10:30 a. m. the head of the parad
ing column moved from Madison
Square. At 11 o'clock the exercises at
the tomb, prayer, singing by a great
choir, and speeches began, and at 1
o'clock p. m., when the bands of the
procession were heard, the exercises
concluded.
President McKinley's address at the
tomb was very short. Its delivery oc
cupied five minutes.
The procession was composed of 60,
000 marching men, most of them militia
and regular soldiers, uniformed socie
ties and cadets, with 10,000 singing
schoolboys bringing up the rear. The
regular troops under Gen. Merritt num
bered 2,500, and they were followed
by 1,500 sailors and marines. The na
tional guard of New York turned out
13,000 men, with the governor leading
them. Five thousand came from Penn
sylvania, 4.000 from New Jersey, 500
each from New Hampshire, Vermont,
Massachusetts, Connecticut and Rhode
Island, 1,000 from Maryland, 700 from
Virginia, mostly the sons of confed
erate soldiers, 400 from Washington,
1,200 from Ohio and battalions from
several other states. Gen. Howard
commanded a division of 10,000 Grand
Army men and veterans, and the
Knights Templars and other civic so
cieties in uniform numbered as many
more.
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Mark Hanna has the Brlce habit. He
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Cecil Rhodes Is giving slttlngB to
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The man who never changes his
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never ohanges his shirt.
Two really conscientious. lawyers
would oreate a diversion in hell, as they
would soon be on opposite sides.
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