Decorah public opinion., November 01, 1895, Image 6

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WAIF OF THK range.
T is a child, father!
t ■ ■ I cau see the gar
i 1 .-fv» raents flutter in the
H > ' wind."
I feivf „ "Nonsense, my
| I j, son; it is some bun
iiJe hung out from
m the old hut. The
distance istoogreat
to see with such
-■S' distinctness, even
with this loug
range glass. But even granting it were
a child, we would feel little interest in
its fate, for that old structure with its
mud walls aud thatched roof is occu
pied by one of the meanest Mexicans
it was ever my fortune to run across.
You see I was past the place last year.
Father and son hud paused on the
summit of one of the lesser mountain
ranges that makes the Argenta region
look as if it. was set up on edges. On
the higher ridge that marked the westg
era horizon the sinking sun for the
moment hung like a silvery ball, soon
‘O drop out of sight until another day
should be ushered in from the peaks
far to the east.
Mr. Mayburn had come from New
England several years before, hoping
10 better his health and his fortunes
on a sheep ranch, hut ill-fortune had
.seemed to follow' him, though for the
first season he had prospered. En
ouraged thus, he had sent for his wife
and children to join him. Within a
month after they had arrived the dep
redations of a band of cattle thieves
had left him without stock, without
home, and his wife and little girl miss
ing- A few days later a party of cattle
men discovered their dead bodies some
miles to the north in the track of the
merciless marauders. Nearly heart
broken. the disappointed rancher
darted with his only earthly tie left,
his boy Harry, on a wandering trip
wherever his fancy led hini. He was
it this time on a horseback ride to
lower California, intending to settle
down there if he found the country all
he expected.
"It is high time for us to he looking
up a camping-place for the night.” he
-aid. handing the glass back to Harry,
who found it hard to turn Iris gaze from
the distant view. "I think we shall
find plenty ot grass for our horses, ami
water half a mile below here. It will
he a well-sheltered spot for us to stop.”
Harry had again raised the glass to
his eyes, and was looking more intently
than ever across the broken landscape
io the distant range where the linger
ing rays of the setting sun shone clear
est. The half-ruined wall of a primi
tive-looking dwelling stood out with re
markable boldness against the clear
September sky, like a lone sentinel oa
ihe bald ridge of barren soil and rock.
Liower down the range was skirted by
a heavy growth, and oil to the right a
river glimmered on the scene like a
broad baud of molten silver. But one
“SHE LIVES!" HE CRIED,
object in tbe long, wide stretch of coun
try held his attention.
From the western end of the hut was
something suspended about half way
up its height. It might be, as his fa
ther had said, merely a worthless bun
dle of no interest, but he could not
drive the belief from his mind that it
was possessed of life. He fancied that
he saw it move, and once, as he gazed
through the glass, he was almost cer
tain that a white imploring face had
been brought close to his own. This
haunting vision was constantly before
him as he and his father went into
camp ou the bank of a beautiful
stream, and the tired horses clipped
with keen relish the long, sweet grass
<-arpetlug the valley.
Finding he could not swerve his fa
ther from his unbelief, he tried to for
get all about it, and an hour later both
of them had lain down under their
blankets for a night’s sleep.
It must have been near midnight
when Harry awoke with a start in the
midst of u dream that caused him to
spring to his feet with a low cry of ter
ror. He thought he had been to the old
hut, to find there a little girl suffering
untold agony from being hung by a
rope from the miserable abode, while
a dozen bends in human shape danced
about iier.
His father was fast asleep, while the
horses, having eaten their fill of the
grass, stood quietly uoddiug a short
distance away. The very silence ef
the lonely scene made his dream stand
out more real and terrifying. Unable
to sleep, he walked down to the side of
his horse, and almost before he knew it
he was putting the saddle on Its back.
"It won’t take long to ride over
there,” he thought, “and I will be back
before father wakes. If 1 keep a sharp
lookout no barm can arise from my
trip. It would lie so satisfying to know
the truth.”
Being eureful to fl.\ the direction in
his mind, Harry rode silently on bin
Jrmely Journey, which, had he dreamed
was' to prove o long, he would
never have yu*' •• <1 to ".ud.rt■
The dav was breaking as at last hs
ascended the rauge where he felt cou
fid°nt be should find the Mexican's hut.
He was not disappointed, for at the
edge of the forest he was gladdened by
the sight of the homely building. From
his position he could not see the ob
ject which had caused him to under
take what he was ready now to be
lieve was a foolhardy journey. No
doubt it had been some Illusion of the
gaze, and he was tempted to start back
to find his father without climbing to
the top of the ridge, which was steeper
than he had thought from the dis
tance.
No! lie would know the whole truth
after coming so far, and, resolved to
move with extreme caution, he left his
horse under cover of the growth and
approached the place on foot.
There was no moon, but in the clear
starlight ho could see no signs of life
about the solitary hut. which looked
as if it had lieen deserted for years.
One spark of hope still burned in bis
heart. He had not got in h position
yet to see the west end of the hut. and
it was there he fancied he had seeu the
helpless child.
NVith high-beating heart he ad
vanced, obliged to pass around lingo
bowlders that ever and anon disputed
his way. What a barren place for a
home, though a fertile valley lay no
more than half a mile distant on the
other side.
As Harry came around on Hie upper
side of a pile of rocks, he abruptly
found himself in plain sight of the hut,
and —a wild cry left his lips as he saw
t’“ object he had come so far to see!
It did not need a second look for him
to discover that it was a human being
—a little girl not over four years of
age. hanging there in mid-air like a
lifeless thing! A rope was fastened
around her slight waist, the other end
secured at the top of the roof.
"She is dead!” he exclaimed, but he
had scarcely uttered the exclamation
when a low. piteous wail was borne to
his ears on the still night air.
"She lives!” he cried, and regardless
of the danger he might be running
into, he dashed swiftly up the ascent,
not to stop until he was under and
within reach of the swaying figure.
Another moan of distress cnine frim
the helpless little one, as with one
stroke of his knife he severed the rope
suspending her in the air. The next
moment she lay perfectly motionless
upon the ground, with him bending
over her.
"Poor thing, she is nearly dead from
fright and hunger. I wonder who -
Oh, father, it, is Alice—our Alice!”
About that time the large blue eyes
slowly opened, to look straight * into
those of her brother, who had thus
strangely found her whom he and his
father had supposed dead.
“I wish father ”
Harry stopped in the midst of his
speech, for upon looking up at the
sounds of the hoofstrokes of a horse he
saw his father riding toward the place.
“I missed you. and mistrusting you
had come here l followed at once. So
you were right—ray God! it is Alice!”
It is hardly necessary to depict the
joy of the reunited ones, and when the
first transport of their rejoicing had
passfd. father and son learned that
Alice and her mother had not been
killed as reported, but had been carried
off toward the Spanish range by their
captors. Upon coming to this lonely
hut of the Mexican, in a fit of cold
blooded ferocity they had shot the
owner of the building and suspended
their young captive in *he position iu
which she had been found.
This could not have been accom
plished very long before Horry had
seen her though the glass, for she de
clared that, it was most uiglit at the
time. Her mother, with two or three
others, were still with the party, cap
tives.
“They would be likely to camp in
the valley below here,” said Air. Alay
burn, whose excitement hardly knew
bounds. “We must push on and res
cue them. I am going to turn Alice
over to your care. Harry.”
Though she had suffered untold
agony in that trying position so many
hours, Alice was only too glad to get
away from the place, and in less than
five minutes they were moving as si
lently as possible down the range.
Mr. Mayburu proved correct In his
predictions, and before sunrise they had
not only overtaken the desperadoes, but
surprised and routed them. Afrs. Mav
burn and two captives were rescued
unharmed, and a more thankful party
it would be difficult to find. Knowing
the dangers that still environed them,
they pushed on as rapidly as possible
to the nearest town, which they safely
reached. Eventually Air. Mayburu and
his family reached Los Angeles, where
they live now.
NEWSY TRIFLES.
Zenobia, the Queen of Palmyra, spoke
seven languages.
A solitaire diamond ring worn by
Mrs. W. K. Vanderbilt cost $45,000.
Joel Good, of Congress, Ohio, violent
ly turned over in bed end broke two
ribs.
People in Madison County, Ken
tucky, who have paid their taxes, are
entitled to lie married free by the sher
iff.
Martin Hullweber, arrested the other
day in Pittsburg, said lie had been a
tramp forty-four years. Ho is seventy
eight years old.
Captain I. J. Merritt, while fishing re
cently off Greenpoint, L. 1., was pulled
overboard by two sea bass which he had
hooked.
James Payn and Andrew Lang have
both taken ?o giving list* of books that
they have "stuck in” and couldn’t get
through without au effort. Among tin m
urc "Gil Bias.” "Don Quixote," "Mar
cella,” "Robert Elsinore.” "Dombey
and Sou," tun! ‘ The Light that Failed.”
Be >re J »tm taught his disciples tc
pray, he tariff*.! them ho-.-, to trice
•Urn's Morn.
HEAVEN IS LOOKING.
OF. TALMAGE PREACHES HIS
FIRST WASHINGTON SERMON.
thooees the luaioun from He
brews: ''Srfln* We Are Also lom
pa*»e«l About with So Orest a ('limil
of Witnea-es.”
N this, my opening
sermon in the na
tional capital I give
Christian saluta
tion. I bethink my
self of the privilege
of standing in this
historic church, so
long presided over
by one of the most
remarkable men of
the century. There are plenty of good
ministers beside Dr, Sunderland, but
I do not know of any man except him
self with enough brain to have stood
successfully and triumphantly forty
three years in this conspicuous pulpir.
Long distant be the year when that
Gospel chieftain shall put down the sil
ver trumpet with which he has mar
shaled the hosts of Israel, or sheathe
the sword with which be has struck
such mighty blows for God and right
eousness. I come to you with the same
Gospel that he has preached and to Join
you in all kinds of work for making the
world better, and I hope to see you ail
in your own homes and have you all
come and see me, but don’t all come at
once, and without any preliminary dis
courses as to what 1 propose to do. 1
begin here and now to cheer you with
the thought that all heaven is sym
pathetically looking on. "Seeing wo
also arc compassed about with so great
a cloud of witnesses.”
Crossing the Alps by the Mont Cents
pass, or through the Mont Cenis tun
nel, you are in ;t few hours sot down at
Verona. Italy, and in a few minutes be
gin examining one of the grandest ruins
of the old world —the Amphitheater.
The whole building sweeps around you
in a circle. You stand in the arena
where the combat was once fought or
the race run. and on all sides the seats
rise, tier above tier, until you count id
elevations, or galleries, as 1 shall see fit
to call them, in which sat the senators,
the kings, and the twenty-live thou
sand excited spectators. At the sides of
the arena, and under the galleries, are
the cages in which the lions and tigers
are kept without food, until, frenzied
with hunger and thirst, they are let
out upon some poor victim, who. with
his sword and alone, is condemned to
meet them. I think that Caul himse t'
once stood in such a place, and that it
was not only figuratively, but literally,
that he had "fought with beasts at
Ephesus."
The gala day haa come. From all the
world the people are pouring into Vero
na. Men, women and children. orators
and senators, great men and small,
thousands upon thousands come, until
the first gallery is full, and the second,
the third, the fourth, the fifth—all the
way up to the twentieth, all the way up
to the thirtieth, all the wav up to the
fortieth. Every place is filled. Immensi
ty of audience sweeping the great cir
cle. Silence! The time for the contest
has come. A Roman official leads forth
the victim into the arena. Let him get
his sword, with firm grip, into his right
hand. The twenty-five thousand sit
breathlessly watching. I hoar the door
at the side of the arena creak open. Out
plunges the half-starved lion. Ills
tongue athirst for blood, and. with a
roar that brings all the galleries to
their feet, he rushes against the sword
of the combatant. Do you know how
strong a stroke a man will strike when
his life depends upon the first thrust
of his blade? The wild beast, lame and
bleeding, slinks back toward the side of
the arena; then, rallying his wasting
strength, he comes up with fiercer eye
and more terrible roar than ever, only
to be driven back with a fatal wound,
while the combatant comes in with
stroke after stroke, until the monster
is deid at his feet, and the twenty-five
thousand people clap their hands and
utter a shout that makes the city trem
ble.
Sometimes the audience came to see
a race; sometimes to see gladiators
fight each other, until the people, com
passionate for the l’ailen, turned their
thumbs up as an appeal that the van
quished be spared; and sometimes the
combat was with wild beasts.
To an amphitheatrical audience Paul
refers when he says: “We are com
passed about with so great a cloud of
witnesses."
The fact is, that every Christian man
has a Hon to light. Yours is a bad tem
per, The gates of the areua have been
opened, aud this tiger has come out to
destroy your sonl. It has lacerated you
with many a wound. You have been
thrown by it time ami again, but in the
strength of God you have arisen to
drive it back. I verily believe, you will
conquer. I think that the temptation i*
getting weaker and weaker. Yon have
given U so many wounds that the pros
pect is that it will die, and you shall
be victor, through Christ. Courage,
brother! Do not let the sarnls of the
arena drink the blood of your soul!
Your lion is the passion for strong
drink. Yon may have contended
against if twenty years; but it is strong
of body and thirsty of tongue. You have
tried to fight it back with broken bot
tle or empty wine ilask. Nay! that is
not the weapon. With one horrible roar
he will seize theo by the throat and
rend thee limb from limb. Take this
weapon, sharp and keen reach up and
get It from God's armory —the Sword
of the Spirit.. With that thou mayest
drive him back and conquer!
But why specify, when every man
ami woman has a lion to fight. If then
be one here who lias no besetting sin
let him speak out. for him have 1 of
fended. If you have not fought the 11m*
it is because you have let the lion ea
you up. This very moment the contest
go»s on. The Trajan celebration, wheje
: .-;i thousand •''.t.iii'o - • fo ;..;.:. a-..-
cloven thousand a ii• i livasts .vi*r«.’. ; ‘nia.
wu" v'»t so larrilir a struggle as ih:it
which at tin.; nuimeiK sot’-; on i:i many
i soul. That combat tv.- ‘or !ho lie
a l ' itto body; this is for the li!" "i th<
soul. That was with wild beasts l'rpiu
the jungle; this is with the t attrin;; to:,
of hell.
Meu tliiulv. when they eo:ifen<>
against an evil habit. that tie>y hove >* :
tight it all alone. No! They stand in ’he
center of an immense circle of m
jtntliy. l*aul had been ree’tie.g !'•'
nameu of Abel. Enoch, Noah. Ybraham.
Sarah, Isaac, .Joseph. Gideon and Bnr
ak. and then says: “Being compar<ei!
about with so great u cloud of wit
nesses.”
liefero I get through l will show ,'uti
that, yon tight in an area, around whi •'.*
circle, iri galleries above each other, a!’,
the kindling eyes and u’l the sympa
thetic hearts of the ages; and at every
victory gained there comes down the
thundering applause of a groat multi
tude that uu man can number. ‘‘Being
compassed about with so great a elou<!
of witnesses.”
On the first elevation of the ancient
amphitheater, on the day of a celebra
tion, sat Tiberius, or Augustus, or the
reigning king. So, in the great arena ot
spectators that watch our struggles and
in the first divine gallery, as 1 shal> call
it. sits our King, one Jesus. On his
head are many crowns! The Horn u;
emperor go: his plate by cold-blooded
conquests, but our King hath eon;e :<>
his place by the broken hearts heal* d
and the tears wiped away and the souls
redeemed. The Homan emperor sat.
with folded .unis, indifferent as to
whether the swordsman or the lion
beat; but our King's sympathies are ail
with us. Nay. unheard-of condescen
sions! 1 see him come down from the
gallery info the arena to help us iu the
tight, shouting, until ail up and down
his voice is heard: ‘‘Fear not! I \vi i
help thee! I will strengthen thee by tin
right hand of my power!"
They gave to the men in the arena,
in the old< n time, food to thicken their
blood, so that it would flow slowly, and
that for a longer time the people mig.it
gloat over the seem . But our King has
no pleasure in our wounds, for we are
bon** of his bone, flesh of liis flesit,
blood of his blood.
In ail the anguish of our heart.
The Man of Sorrows bore a part.
Once, in the ancient antphitheatet. a
lion with one paw caught the cotnbai
nil’s sword, and with his other paw
caught his shield. The man took his
knife from his girdle and slew the
beast. Th<* king, sitting in the gn.it tv,
said: “That was not fair: the lion must
be slain by a sword.” Other lions were
turned out. and tin* poor victim foil.
You cry, ‘‘Shame! shame!” at suca
meanness. But the King in this ease is
our brother and he wH sec that we
have fair play. He will forbid the rush
ing out of more lions than we can moot;
be will not suffer ns to be tempted
above that we are able. Thank God!
The King m in the gallery! His eyes are
on us. His heart is with us. His hand
will deliver us. “Blessed are all they
who puHKrust in him!”
I loomtguiu. and 1 see tin* angelic
gallery. There they are: the angel that
swung the sword at the gate of Eden,
the same that Ezekiel saw upholding
the throne of God, and from which J
look away, for the splendor is insuffer
able. Here are the guardian angels.
That on** watched a patriarch; this one
protected a child. That one lias been
pulling a soul out of temptation! All
these arc messengers of light! Those
drove the Spanish Armada on tin* rocks.
This turned Sennacherib's living hosts
into it heap of one hundred and eighty
live thousand corpses. Those yonder,
chanted the Christmas carol over Beth
lehem. until the chant awoke the .shep
herds. These, at creation, stood in the
balcony of heaven, and serenaded the
new born world wrapped in swaddling
clothes of light. And there, holler and
mightier than all, is Michael, the arch
angel. To command an earthly host
gives dignity: but this one is leader of
the twenty thousand chariots of God,
and of the ten thousand times tea
thousand augels. I think God gives
command to flic archangel and the
archangel to the seraphim, and the ser
aphim to the cherubim, until all the
lower orders of heaven hear the com
mand and go forth on the high behest.
Now. bring on your lion*! Who can
fear? All the spectators in the angelic
gallery are our friends. “He shall give
his angels charge over the©, to keep
thee in all thy ways. They shall bear
thee up in their hands, lest thou dash
thy foot against a stone. Thou slinlt
trend upon the lion and adder; the
young lion and the dragon shalt thoa
trample under foot.”
Though the arena lx* crowded with
temptations, we shall, with the angelic
help, strike them down in tin* name of
our God, and leap on their fallen car
casses! Oh, bending throng of bright,
angelic faces, and swift wings, and
Ughtniug foot! I hail you, today, from
the dnst aud struggle of the arena.
I look again, and I see the gallery of
the prophets and apostles. Who are
those mighty ones up yonder? Hoseu,
and Jeremiah, and Daniel, and Isaiah,
and Paul, and Peter, and John,
and James. There sits Noah,
waiting for all the world to come
into the ark; and Mones, waiting till
the last lied Sen shall divide; and
Jeremiah, waiting for the Jews to re
turn; and John, of the Apocalypse,
waiting for the swearing of the angel
that Tim * shall be no longer. Glorious
spirits! Ye were howled at; ye were
stoned; je were spit upon! They have
been in the tight themselves; and they
are all with ns. Daniel knows nil about
lions. Paul fought with beasts at
Ephesus.
in t/ho ancient amphitheatre, the
people got so excited that they would
shout from tile galleries io tlx men in
the arena: “At it again!' Forward!”
“One more stroke!” “Hook out!" “Fall
buck!” "Huzza! huzza!" So iu tiiai
gallery, prophetic and apostolic, they
cannot keep their peace. Daniel cries
out: "Thy God will deliver „he* from
? th? moutn of the Pons'" D ; : <! ex
• ’.titns; "He will imc suiter rli\ foot
) hr moved!" Isaiah cu!L out: "l'ear
, un:! lam .•• 11h thee! Be nut dismayed!"
Paul exclaims: ”\ ictot y through our
Lord Jesus t’hri.-t!" That throng of
prophets and apostles cannot keep
s-iii. They m.- .e the welkin ring with
shouting and nallelttjahs.
I look ::g;.irt. and ( sec the gallery of
, the martyrs. Who is that? Hugh Lut
j imer. sure cm.ugh! lie would not apol
ogize for the truth preached; and so he
I died, the night before swinging from
i the bed-post in perfect glee at the
; thought of emancipation. Who arc
i that army of six thousand six hundred
and sixty? They are the Theban
Legion who died for the faith. Here
i is a larger host in magnificent array
j eight hundred and eighty-four thou
.nud—who perished for Christ in the
I persecutions of Diocletian. Yonder is a
! family group. Fellcttas. of Rome, and
j her children. While they were dying
for the faith she stood encouraging
! them. One son was whipped to death
by thorns; another was tiling from a
: rock; another was beheaded. At last
I the mother became a martyr. There
j they are, together—a family group in
' heaven! Yonder is John Bradford,
who said, in the lire, “We shall have a
merry supper with the Lord to-night!”
Yonder is Henry Toes, who exclaimed,
! as lie died. “If 1 had ten heads, they
should all fall off for Christ!” The
'treat throng ot the martyrs! They
had hot lead poured down their
; throaty; horses were fastened to their
hands, and other horses to their feet,
| and thus they were palled apart; they
, had their tongues pulled out by red
-1 hot pincers; they were sewn up in the
: skins of animals, and then thrown to
the dog; : they were daubed with com
i bustible- and set on tire! If all the rour-
tyrs' stakes that have been kindled
could be set at proper distances, they
would make the midnight, all the world
over, bright as noonday! And now they
sit yonder in the martyrs’ gallery. For
them the fires of persecution have gone
out. The swords are sheathed and the
ninl. bushed. Now they watch us with
an all-observing sympathy. They know
all Urn pain, all the hardship, all the
anguish, ail tin injustice, all the pri
vation. They cannot keep still. They
cry: “Courage! The fire will not con
sume. The floods cannot drown. The
lions cannot devour! Courage! down
there iu the arena.”
What, arc they all looking? This
night we answer hack the salution they
give, and cry, "Hail! sons and daugh
ters of the fire!"
I look again, and l gee another gal
lery, that of eminent Christians. What
strikes me strangely is the mixing in
companionship of those who on earth
could net agree. There I see Martin
Luther, and beside him a Roman Cath
olic who looked beyond the supersti
tious of his church and is saved. There
is Albert Barnes, and around him thu
Presbytery who tried him for hetero
doxy! Yonder is Lyman Beecher, and
the church court that denounced him!
Stranger than all there is John Calvin
and James Armiuius! Who would have
thought that they would sit so lovingly
together. There Is George Whltefield,
and the Bishops who would not let him
come into their pulpits because they
thought him a fanatic. There are the
sweet singers, Toplady, Montgomery,
Charles Wesley, Isaac, Watts, and Airs.
Sigourney. If heaven had had no music
before they went up, they would have
started the singing. And there, the
band ot' missionaries: David Abeel,
talking of China redeemed; and John
Seudder, of India saved; and David
Hrainerd. of the aborigines evangel
ized: and Mrs. Adonirain Judson, whose
prayers for Burmah took heaven by
violence! All these Christians are look
ing into the arena. Our struggle is
nothing to theirs. Do we, in Christ’s
cause, suffer from the cold? Thoy
walked Greenland’s icy mountains. Do
we suffer from the heat? They swel
tered in the tropics. Do we get fa
tigued? They fainted, with none to
care for them but cannibals. Are we
persecuted? They were anathema
tized.
I look again, and I see the gallery of
our departed. Alany of those in the
other galleries we have heard of; but
these we knew. Oh! liow familiar their
faces! They sat at our tables, and we
walked to the house of God in com
pauy. Have they forgotten tis? Thosg
fathers and mothers started us on tlio
road of life. Are they careless as to
what becomes of us? And those chil
dren: do they lookiou with stolid in
difference as to whether we win or
lose this battle for eternity? Nay; I
sec that child running his hand over
your brow and saying, “Father, do not
fret;” “Mother, do not worry.” They
remember the day they left us. They
remember the agony of the last fare
well. Though years in heaven, they
know our faces. They remember our
sorrows. They speak our names. They
watch this fight for heaven. Nay; I
see them rise up and lean over, and
wave before us their recognition and
encouragemeut. That gallery is not
full. They are keeping places for us.
After we have slain the lion, they ex
pect the King to call us. saying. “Come
up higher!” Between the hot struggle©
in the arena I wipe the sweat from my
brow, and stand ou tiptoe, reaching up
my right hand to clasp theirs in rap
turous hand-shaking, while their
voices come ringing down from the
gallery, crying, "Be thou faithful unto
death, and you shall have n crown!"
Kaitli l« Trual.
Faith is trust. To believe in Christ,
is to trust in Him. There is nothing
' more simple iu the world than the child-
I like Christian trust ing in ids loving
! Savior. It is the child trusting his
mother, the client trusting his lawyer,
the patient trusting his physician.
l.ong is the night to him who is
! awake; long is a mile to him who is
| tired; long is life to the fooliflt .vlij
do not know the true religion,
t
Oot Diet.
All do not require to eat the same in
amount or kind. Uncooked fruit or
nuts suit some; others live almost an
tlr#l> on bread or oatmeal; but. whau
the torrect diet has been found it la
not necessary to change. Animals in a
state of nature live on one food
throughout their lives. Then why in
sist. upon vegetarianism? Surely there
are some who must have meat, and
just aa surely most human stomachs
require variety and change. Any diet
which ia the result of a fad must be
tried cautiously.—-Philadelphia Ledger.
Mortal Distinction.
Two little girls were chatting together
on their way to sobool.
“Mv father is a general,” said the one.
boastfully.
The other replied a* she munched a bit of
nice cake:
A Jtlg Regular Arm;.
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No Task Too Dlfflcnlt For Her.
“Do you think you could leara to love
me, Maud?”
“1 iou’t know, George." she answered
softly. "I might, i learned German once ”
Mab—You tigned your note, “I reniani.
your loving Jack " U I'd HO money what
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