Newspaper Page Text
VOLUME VIII. LAKE PROVIDENCE, ESAST CARROLL PARISH, LA., SATURDAY, MAY 30, 1896. N . :: TELL ME SO. tra If you love me, tell me stco, Walt not till the summer glow Fades In autumn's changeful light, and Amber clouds and purple night; tra Wait not till the winter hours di lHeap with snowdrifts all the flowers. Till the tide of life runs low If you love me, tell me so. Ib If you love me, tell me so. - While the river's dreamy flow K Holds the love-enchanted hours. Steeped in music, crowned with flowers; (t Ere the summer's vibrant days Vanish in the opal haze; Ere Is hushed the music flow If you love me, tell me so. If you love me, tell me so, Let me hear the sweet words lowl th Let me now, while life is fair, y. Feel your kisses on my hair; While in womanhood's first bloom. Ere shall come dark days of gloom, nr In the first fresh dawning glow- or If you love me, tell me so. de -Lilian Whiting, in Atlanta Constitu tion. m A SUBURBAN MYSTERY. ,, to The purpose of this story is to clear up a suburban mystery and provide the I last chapter which is to set at rest all h' speculation. For more than two years the resel- i dents of Morton's Grove have been tt guessing at the cause of the tracks, t and if they have not guessed correctly a1 it is no discredit to them. It was two years ago this last Febru- t( ary, and on a certain evening toward the end of the month that a moist snow ti of big, lasy flakes began to fall upon the 'z suburb of Morton's Grove. There was hardly a breath of wind, and the snow sifted itself evenly and I clung wherever it touched. There were but few trees in Morton's e Grove. In the christening of the sub urb the real estate Napoleon had an- e ticipated that period when all the shrubs e and switches would have their growth. e Therefore the snow did not lose itself B in tangled boughs, but settled peace fully on broad levels of lawn and steep pitohes of roof. Except where a wall O or fence stood bolt upright there was an unbroken mantle of white. Even every picket wore a plume and every fence-board a ruff. The snowfall eased at 11 o'clock, and by that time Morton's Grove was al most hushed for the night. The big wooden houses stood spaciously apart and were darker and more fantastic than ever against the white. One by one the windows winked themselves to darkness, and several hundred nice peo ple slept, not realizing that a mystery was upon them. If reports be true, the second Miss Eaton was the first to see the foot prints. l She arose very early in the morning to reassure herself that the geraniums I were far enough removed from the win dow and still not too near the base burner. She walked to the window and looked across the snow at the dull, sealed houses across the way and the wiry bushes frozen in the front yard. It was the'gray of the dawn, and the shapes outside were not distinct, but when her eyes fell to the foregrounckshe saw enough. First she stared in puzzled surprise, and then she moaned and ran to the stove to warm herself, still gaz ing at the window. No wonder, indeed. This is what she had seen: Huge footprints, marking the copree of a man, undoubtedly, who had come from the street to the very window at which she had been standing. That was not the worst of it. The footprints led from the street to the window, but there were no footprints from the win dow to the street. What did that mean? It meant that the man had come to the window but had not gone away. He had come through the window into the house! He was in the house at that moment! There was a pit-a-pat of slippered feet on the stairway, and the second Miss Eaton gave a gasp and discon nected account of her discovery to the first Miss Eaton, who was still in bed. The first Miss Eaton couldn't under stand whst was meant, but she became convulsed with fright, merely through sympathy. Christine, the 8wedish girl employed as a man-of-all-work for the maiden la dies, heard the noise and came to the rescue. She valorously clad herselt and went through the house from end to end, lifting every coverlet behind which man or boy might have concealed himself. There was no man in the house and there was no sign that any man had been there during the night, although Miss Eaton discovered, to her horror, that the snow on thle window sill had been disturbed as if by a man crawling in at the window. '"What large tracks," shiveretd the frst Miss Eaton as she surveyed the hideous trail aeros the frontysard. "Oh!" The tracks were rather large for a fact. A foot that measures 18 inches from heel to toe goes above any kno'tn average apd is supposed to belong only In burlesque literrature. ;ut these were real tracks. The Eaton sisters, or the "Eston girls" as they were still termed, out of compliment, stood together at the win dow after breskitast. They sanw Mr. allsrd Johnson, who lived in the first boeom to the east, come along the side walk Oeeaaonally he stopped and shook his head, and then he walked on with his eyes fixed on the mow-covered groaJ. The Eton girls rushed to the door and the frst Miss Eaton shouted: "Oh, Mr. Johnson, hares you seen those tracks too?' Ha turned, appraetly somewat con 1,and repliesd: Bave I? Why. thoes treks lead up to my frot wIn dew. I thought at drt some one had got into the house Did you ever see a w with feet as big an these tracks?" "CNo, but they're real tras. W esa't understand is how the man, . got away argaa after walking up )4lur (rta~lr.Y~~~r~lW c' "Well, I'm going to follow ties' tracks and see where they go to." The first Mina Eaton closed the door. and Mr. Johnson continued to follow the All tral. leaning forward like an alert In hare dian scout. of gi Mr.'Johnson had not proceeded far coun before he met Mr. Morton, who discov- deed ered the suburb before the first house subjd was built. reros "Are you looking at these tracks?" in- proh nt quired Morton. enoe "Yes. Have you noticed them ?" ope "They beat anything I ever saw. I in al ttraced them up the street from m he b house a little distance, and all at once as tl they stopped. Come on and I'll shoe ticle you." the They followed the big footprints it is around into Baldwin street and thence Is nc over a block to the north, and then sud- trou ttu- denly the trail ended at a place where no o the snow had been kicked about as if men had scuffled there, Al "This is where it started," said John- -tra Y. sonr. "Now, let's see how far we can fol- am low it the other way." beer dlear They went back along Baldwin street whe Sthe to where the tracks led over to Morton's news t all house, the same as they had at the phv Eaton and Johnson places, but strange ivas reel- to say, the trail divided, one set of tion been tracks leading over to Morton's house. abs ekss, the other continuing south on Baldwin whi sely street. At Chester avenue the trail turned s fi 'bru- toward the Eaton house and continued a lii ward to the east, although there was a side mat snow trail leading over to the Eaton house mor a the and another to Mr. Johnson's front win- that dow. wind, The two men followed the main line. and 'rom Chester avenue it turned into dea hiller street and dame to an abrupt rive o'end near the Methodist church. There was were other tracks of ordinary size to be sub- seen, but at the point where the trail ea t rubs ended the man with the giant feet had th wth. evidently gone up into the air. The itself snow was badly kicked about. Perhaps ý there bad been another struggle. steep "According to the size of his feet," e wall observed Mr. Morton, thoughtfully, ti "that man should have been 14 feet*high. Eve What do you think of it?" "I simply give it up," said Mr. John- a son. "I never in all my life ran across and anything like it. These are real tracks. eve ' al- You can see the marks of the nails and eVe the print of the heel. But they begin re a big nowhere and end nowhere. Here's a ly. apart single trail and suddenly it splits into go nc by two trails going in different directions. i ea to One set of tracks goes right up to a window, and yet there's nothing to Csx - show that the man turned around and boi atery came back. He didn't go in the window. car Mi though. Now what the-" th "Don't ask me," said Mr. Morton. At the station that morning the men t.h talked of the strange tracks and not tie ruing one could explain them except by bring- o lums ing in a supernatural agent. And they icf never did find out. base- And now for the solution of this story w and of mystery. th dull, Bertrand Thompson, one of the an d the livelier spirits of the quiet suburb, had hd. been to town on the evening of the id the snowfall. Ata small free-and-easy club but which he often visited he had become uchae acquainted with a well-known min izzled strel performer. The minstrel gave d ran Thompson a pair of huge shoes such as I gaz- are often worn in burlesque pieces. He ti bad promised them to Thompson long at she before and on this evening he brought O them to the club. th opree Thempson reached Morton's Grove come on the last night train. He started for indow home, the shoes wrapped up under his b That arm. arm. tl prints The snowfall had ceased and it wa t w. but a clear night. lie had taken a few " e win- drinks and was in an imaginative and gi creative state of mind. He saw the unmarked snow and it occurred to him d sne to that it might surprise people in the Y away. morning if they saw tracks 18 inches r w into long. at that He leaned against a fence anl changed his shoes after some difficulty w ppered and then marched homeward. n second When he came in front of Morton's q hiscon- house a brilliant idea came to him. He to the nalked over to the front window of the a bed. house and then with extreme caution under- hacked his way out to the street again. t eame taking care to put the big shoes back c hrough in the footprints already made. Then he took up his homeward jounr ployad ney again, but be thought of the Eaton den a- girls, so he favored them with a special to the set of footprints, and afterward did as herselt much for Mr. Johllson, whom he dis om end liked very much. behind W\Vhen he reached the Methodist acealed church corner he realized thathe might he tracked to his home, so he changed use and shoes again, with a great deal of hop an had ping around in the snow to keep fronm though losing his balance while he was stand horror, ing on one foot. sill had When be learned how successful his rawling c'reriment had been he kept quiet, and alioced the tale of the monster foot he Arst prints to become a suburban classic. hideous Chicago Record. r for a THE UNDER EARTH. inches ma's Dnpendee* Upos Produets Be ko snte sthe srface. ng only So slow was the advance in the util ization of the earth's products that when our ancestors first came to,this "Eaton country there were not more than about l,outof 20 substances other than building the win- stones or gems which were won to conm nw Mr. niere from the under earth. These the rst were scantily used; the amount of iron rhe d- required per capita eaeh year probably did not exceed he pounds, and the ookhi amount of coal consumed was even with his les. At present the annual coansump geaod. tion of laron in this contry amoaunt oor nd to about 250 pounds, and of coal to more h, Mr. than 11/ tons per head. The num treks ber of earth materials and their im mediate products which enter into bat con- the arte is to be reckoned by the hun SWhy. dredsa; each year the number augments et win- with surprising rapidity. Measured by oa had the quantity of the materials won from r see a the depths, the civilized man to-day, as mes?" compared with his ancestors in the W time of Queen Elzabeth. ha inreamed ihis dependence on the under arth r qg by not lee than 50 fold.--Prof. N. M. SaJler, Sc, D~ la ChmatasPea APPENDICITIS. Grape Seeds Not the Only tCase--killfl - r. utlcal Operatl7e. "A i All over the country many people at c have almost entirely given up the use kee of grapes and other small fruits on acc count of their fear of appendicitis. In- sin deed, so much has been said on this he subject that such articles of diet are ton recorded as almost on the list of things qui prohibited. A physician of wide experi ence, and one who has performed many get operations for appendicitis, says that asg in all of the cases that he has handled fna he has never found a seed of any sort Sh. as the irritating cause. Any little par ticle of undigested food may get into the entrance to this little sad, provided se it is open far enough to receive it. It adn la Is not supposed to be necessary that any he trouble begins immediately, although re no one knows positively anything about it. Appendicei~ may begin by a cold, a n s train, or any predisposing cause of in- ka tiammation. The question has often Mr been asked why we have appendicitis, s-. when aforetime such a disease was w never known. The only reason is that ou he physicians have learned to locate what Jo ge was formerly considered an inflamma- set oI tion of the bowels, or peritonitis, or an E abscess, the cause and progress of ge wn which were involved in obscurity. Sur- mi gery has done much to alleviate human to suffering, and if people would only use bil a little more intelligence and reason in Tf de matters of this sort, could do much th: more. Of course, it is not unnatural Po n- that the idea of an operation fills the average mind with horror. In years wl e post this was almost equivalent to a be death warrant. Very few people ur in pe tived operations, and the suggestion se be was, indeed, appalling, but now well- th Slequipped hospitals, modern appliances. za ad antiseptics and skill have changed all by 'he this, and one may enter an operating pr room and go through the ordeal with Ips 98 chances in 100 in one's favor, provide ed, of course, the system is in a condi- vl tion to resist an ordinary shock. th It is said that appendicitis is not nec essarily a fatal disease, but that proper pi care and treatment may oftentimes re- ce n- lieve the patient and do away with the w need of an operation. Physicians, how- it. nd ever, claim that in cases of this sort a w recurrence of the disease is not unlike- fa ly. However, operations may be under- di ato gone with safety, provided the sur- Iii gs. peon is skillful enough. If he is not, it o oa is an unfortunate fact, which otne must o: W expect to face. Good surgeons are I( .d born, not, made or educated, and if one ce ow. can fall into the hands of the few men o who have a positive genius for surgery, o the undertaking is likely to be gone men through with successfully, and the pa- t not tient is ever after thankful and com ng- fortable. But in the ranks of the med- o hey ical profession there are found many Is men who will not hesitate to operate f, ory for the sake of the experience it gives a them. They always report a successful , the and brilliant operation, even though ad had few days later the patient may be dead, the "unfavorable symptoms having set in." lub -N. Y. Ledger. >me HOMELY ROYALTY. ,ave A Pleasant Picture of the uheen and Her d h as Children. He Her majesty kept the religious in struction of her children largely 'n her ong own hands. When Mr. Birch had been appointed tutor to the prince of Wales. rove the queen wrote: Ifor "It is an important step, and God's -his blessing be upon it; for upon the good education of princes, and especially waa those who are destined to govern, the few, elfare of the world, in thetse days, very and greatly depends." the A story is told that, when the arch him deacon of London was catechizing the the young princes, he said: "Your gov ches 'rness deserves great credit for instruct ing you so thoroughly." At which the anIl boys piped up: "Oh, but it is mamma :ulty who teaches us our catechism." It is not, perhaps, generally known that the ton's queen occasionally taught a Bible class He for the children of those in attendance the at Buckingham palace. tion The princess royal when a child, and gain the prince of Wales, too, needed the back curb occasionally. Once the princess at a military reriew was coquetting with some ofticers of the escort, and jotr- took no notice of warinin, looks by the 'cial queen. Finally she dangled her hand ia kerchief over the side of the carriage di- and dropped it intentionally. There was a rush of young officers to pick it odist up, but the queen bade them desist, and, ight turning to the princess, said in a stern ng voice: "Now, pick up your handker g chief yourself." There was no helpl) for from it. The princess, with flaning cheeks tand- and a saucy toes of the head, did as she was told. Another time it was "Prin l his ce" who received a wholesome lesson. , ad He was riding in company with his fa foot- ther, and for once forgot his usual po c liteness aztd neglected to acknowledge the sealute of a passer-by. Prince Al bert, observing it, said: "Now, my son, go back and return that man's bow, and he had to do it.-Woman at Home. Predicramet of a Baby Prlece. util- Prince Boris, so European journals that hint, was not admitted to the Russian church in a really orthodox manner. ao The difficulty is said to arise from the ilding holy oils used in the act of consecration. >e The oils of the Bulgarian branch of the These Orthodox church are not recognlzed by f iron Russian theologians as efiicacioua, o that Prince Boris, according to Russian d the ideas, really belongs to no religion what even ever. The position of a prince who ump grows up to find himself an agnostic o snt olely on account of the disputed valid moro Ity of a particular kind of oil certainly num- entitles him to compassion.-lDctroit ir Im- eePrs into a ,ewt UarenabI. shan- "You say you have been engaged to meIt be married three times?" said a Dallas red by soelety youth to Miss Birdie McGinnis. from "Yes." lay, a "Well, then, I don't think it will be in the any sue for me to make an engagement rad to go to the theater to-morrow night?" earth "'Why not?" -. M. '"Because you don't appear to keep lour ciragementa,"--Texas Sifter. HUMOROUS. --Cynicism--"Ppa, what is a cynic?" "A cynic, my son, is a man who sneers Th at everything he hasn't cash enough to keep up with."-Chicago Record. -"How does Jibson stand prosperity Col since he came into his fortune?" "Oh, he stands it all right, but it is pretty tough on his friends."-Cincinnati En quirer. -"I wonder why the widows always get the best of the race for husbands?' the asked the fool young man. "They are lat faster, I guess," replied Miss Ann wb Shent.-Cincinnati Enquirer. Lo -"I do not sec,"'she said, with great Ek severity, "how it would be possible to A add to the unsightliness of bloomers." pia And the little wheelwoman contented i herself with innocently remarking: of "Perhaps you are prejudiced. Did you its ever try them on?"-Washington Star. to -They Listened to the End.-"You tO know what a long-winded speaker of Mr. Wyndham is?" "I guess I do." "He PU says he never delivered but one speech t where some people did not get up and go do out." "Where was that?" "In the I Joliet penitentiary."-Port Jervis Ga- an zette. he -"My good man," said the titled h gentleman who had been violating a do municipal ordinance, "I am not subject tb to the laws here; I belong to the no- b bility." "Well, begorrah," replied Mr. w Terrence Flynn, "for the matter o' th that, nayther am Oi. 01 belong till the ye police force."-Washington Star. at S-"Glass-eating," observed a freak at a who was as yet unclassified, "is a bad w s business. A glass-eater is thrown much at in the way of temptation. I have known te a several to become addicted to the bot- ki I. tie." The Zulu chief, to whom all civili In I. zat ion was new, laughed boisterously. B II but otherwise all was intensely and op- g g pressively still.-Detroit Tribune. THE HUMAN FACE. de I I Visible Signs of Invisible Things Should tl Be Our Guides. It is claimed that there is much in e: r physiognomy which reveals the true a character of the person to those from ce e whom it is most desirable to conceal a it.. The claim is a just one for those fi a who have learned the language of the fi face, but there are few who really un- I r- derstand these "visible signs of invisi- fi r- ble things." To most people the faces r it of those around them indicate nothing, v or surface qualities only. To the ii r' l(arned few the characteristics indi- t iC cated are in many cases diametrically e n opposed to those which the uninitiated y, or casual observer sees. "e "Isn't she lovely?" exclaimed one lady a- to another recently. "She has such s n- candid, innocent, large blue eyes that one must take to her at once." The y ladv addressed made no reply, but she ts felt that those sanie blue eyes were of a type that, innocent, childlike and III soulful as they might seem, always in ' dicated a lack of truth in the own'er. Id, "I would not trust those eyes any ' where," said she to herself, "but I shall say nothing. They are of the type known as 'the lying blue eye,' but it is not. for me to judge." Nevertheless her lee diagnosis of the case was entirely cor rnct. In- With a face of candor and blue eyes Ir that would melt a heart of stone, the n owner, nevertheless, proved utter s` ly unreliable in her word in every way. Precisely the same ds thing happened in relation to a man having the same kind of soul. ful blue eyes. It is not necessary that everyone having blue eyes should have 7 a propensity for untruth, nor that al owning eyes of other colors should be b- truthful, but so far it has been proved te that those to whom nature has given ov- eyes of this peculiar blue she also e gives a vivid imagination, to put it del icately. ms "What do you think of So and So?" was asked by a man of another man. in relation to some one with whom he would have close dealings. "I do not like his square jaw. You will have trouble with him if you run the up against his opinions or judgment or Sif you give him any hold. Give him an inch and he'll take an ell." "He has been ve-y pleasant so far." the "That may be, too, and I may be mis' taken. Try him." In three months or less the square jaw had asserted itself and the close relations were abandoned. S There is no stuwly which pays better In the long run than that of the human ern face. We may become disgusted with kr- all the meannesses we find below the or surface, but then we likewise will be eks disappointed in the many good points he we discover, hitherto unsuspected, in 'rian unattractive face. So things will son. even themselves up. - Philadelphia f Call. Ipo- Csstnmon Adualteration. dge The organ of the Soeiety of Public Al- &nalyst.Pentions the following curious on, instance of commercial ;ngenuity: A iW certain firm of confectioners abroad uns a large quantity of walnuts in various forms of sweets and found that al the shells had a distinct com sian mercial value and, in fact, they n sold the shells for more than they th glive for the whole walnuts. Thgshells tion are ground to powder and thten used in the adulterating ground cinnamon. But the by buyer is not altogether secure in pur , chasing cinnamon in the stick, for this isn is sometimes adulterated by the n. ,ht tives who gather it with barks of othem who shrubs. A heartless, if ingenious, do stic ception, too, is that practiced ever, sid- spring, when large quantitties of a comrn nly mon weed, the leaf of whlch closely re roit sembles the musk plant, are by somr means slightly scented writh musk anm sold as the genuine, at somuch a root to the great subsequent disappoint d to ment of the buyer.-Household~World. •nis. Peoor EsehiaS. "I am afraid your typewriter is no ll be a good make of machine," said the ed ment itor to a man who had brought in I htY' typewritten article. "Why, sir?" keep "I see it doesn't know how to apel .,a-q weaUL"-To' Dsat TALMAGE'S SERMON. 60 "ha ing e: The Experienoe of the Saviour a spear a Exile. the ha and w Compared with Other stles e Was thorn, Most Forlorn--His Hopeless Sur roundings on the Arid Plains of Paleste. wde tion. It is wonderful to how many tunes not fl the Gospel may be set. Dr. Talmage's right a latest sermon shows another way in and H, which the earthly experience of our look d Lord is set forth. His text was IL had be Samuel, xv., 17: round And the king went forth and terried Ih a Ils hi place which was tar off. you 1 Far up and far back in the history your l of Heaven there came a period when no me its most illustrious citizen was about fy, bn to absent Himself. He was not going scural to sail from beach to beach; we have ancint often done that. He was not going to quirel put out from one hemisphere to an- natioa other hemisphere; many of us have tile as done that. But He was to sail from world world to world, the spaces unexplored I and the hemispheres untraveled. No exile world has ever hailed heaven, and 000 m heaven has never hailed any other sstroi world. I think that the win- solar dows and the balconies were wheel thronged, and that the pearly unite beach was crowded with those great who had come to see Him sail out of it is 1 the harbor of light into the ocean be- latio yond. Out and out and out, and on great and on and on, and down and down Chris and down HIe sped, until one night, He with only one to greet Him, when Ile thou] arrived, His disembarkation so unpre- Some tending, so quiet, that it was not sickn known on earth until the excitement few' in the cloud gave intimation to the circle Bethlehem rustics that something home grand and glorious had happened. wher Who comes there? From what port did from He sail? Why was this the place of His more destination? I questions the shepherds. than I question the camel drivers. I question you( the angels. I have found out. He was what an exile. But the world had plenty of plea exiles. Abraham, an exile from Har- slept an; John, an exile from Ephesus; Kos- He p cinsko, an exile from Poland; Mazsini, way an exile from Rome; Emmet, an exile from Ireland; Victor lingo, an exile gra from Hungary. But this one of whom I I speak to-day had such resounding they farewell and came into such chilling at tl reception -for not even an hostler so h went out with hislantern to light Him chol Sin-that He is more to be celebra ted cto than any other expatriated exile of sicki earth or Heaven. for e First I remark that Christ was an sik imperial exile. He got down off a aick throne. le took of a tiara, He closed and a palace gate behind himk His family sick t were princes and princesses. Vasht tor was turned out of the throne room by Hon Ahasuerus. David was dethroned by a 14 Absalom's infamy. The five kings were thai d hurled into a cavern by Joshua's cour- de age. Some of the Henrys of England Hin and some of the Louises of France trie were jostled on their thrones by dis - contented subjects. But Christ was never more honored, or more popular; oit or more loved than the day He left SHeaven. Exiles have suffered severely, I °r but Christ turned Himself out from tha r throne room into sheep pen, and kne down from the top to the bet- ma' 3tonm. iHe was pushed off. He pici io was not manacled for foreign Chi r- transportation. He was not put out Arc in because they no more wanted Him in me' no celestial domain, but by choice depart- The ;, ing and descending into an exil five fro 1. times as long as that of Napoleon at ana at St. Helena,and a thousand times worse; as e the one exile suffering for that he had or Sdestroyed nations, the other exile suf- lig fering because He came to save a ths world. An imperial exile. King eter- sta d nal. "Blessing and honor and glory th and power be unto Him that sitteth or el- upon the throne." But 1 go further, and tell you he Sh was an exile on a barren island. This a world is one of the smallest islands on in. of light in the ocean of immensity. tiv "n Other stellar kingdoms are many cr thousands times larger than this its 01 Christ came to this small Patmos of a an un world. When exiles are sent out they br or are generally sent to regions that are on an sandy or cold, or hot-some Dry Tor- cr tugas of disagreeableness. Christ ti came as an exile to a world scorched on is, with heat and bitten with cold, to th or deserts simoon-swept, to a howling elf wilderness. It was the back-door yard, ee ed. seemingly, of the universe. Yea, Christ w ter came to the poorest part of this barren t an island of a world-Asia Minor, with d ith its intense summers, unfit for the wi the residence of a native. Christ came of be not to such a land as America, or En- h ts gland, or France, or Germany, but to st s a land one-third of the year drowned, r in another third of the year burned up, T his and only one-third of the year ust o tolerable. Oh! it was the barren island P of a world. Barren enough for Christ, le for it gave such small worship and t blic such inadequate affection, and each c os little gratitude. Imperial exile on the d A barren island of a world. use I go further, and tell you that He o ous was an exile in a hostile country. Tur hat key was never so much against Rue- m om- sia, France was never so much against f hey Germany, as this earth was against ey Christ. It took Him in through the [ e door of a stable. It thrust Him out at I d in the point of a spear. The Roman gee- is Sernment against Him with every ti weapon of its army, and every decision t ur-of its courts, and every beak of itsh b h war eagles. For years after His ar - rival, the only question was how 1; her best to put him out. Herod hated I de- Him, the high priest hated Him, the I er Pharisees hated Him, Judas Iscarilot t om- hated Him, Gestas, the dying thief, t r hated Him. The whole earth seem m ingly turned into a detective to watch and His steps. And yet He heaedthis fe oot roeity. Notice that most of Christ's intwonnds were in front Sonme acou- ! Id. ing on the sholders, but meost of 1 Christ's wounds in front. He wasr not on retreat when He exlired. Face to hno face with the werld's ferocity. Pae I to face with the world's sa. S Face to face with the warld's woo. His eye on the reging counteanaes of His foaming satamgO ae iits when He exgred. When the .J01rWy olkswwb rpwl egd Uli so that He might coine nearer up and !ti1U see the tortured visage of the suffer- Some ing exile, Christ saw it. When the In yet spear was thrust at His side, and when color the hammer was lifted for His feet, merti and when the reed was raised to Boanu strike deeper down the spikes of of ye thorn, Christ watched the whole pro- frairs cedure. When His hands were leeks fastened to the cross they were Heavr wide open, still with benedic- times tion. Mind you, His head was think not fastened; He could look to the who i right and He could look to the left, dipph and He could look up and he could their look down. He saw when the spikes pose. had been driven home, and the hard, thrill round, iron heads were in the palms of art 1 His hands; e saw them as plainly as Coch you ever saw ihlng in the palms of He of your hands. No ether, no chloroform, of all no merciful anesthetic to dull or stupi- Engli fy, but, wide awake, He saw the ob- the I scuration of the heavens, the unbal- snles ancing of the rocks, the countenances Inot quivering with rage and the eachin- wher nation diabolic. Oh! It was the hos- the r tile as well as the barren island of the tors I world. or he I go further, and tell you that this John exile was far from home. It is 95,000.- celesl 000 miles from here so the sun, and all der t astronomers agree in saying that our were solar system is only one of the smaller roll wheels of the great machinery of the speal universe turning around some one mon great center, the center so far distant glsh it is beyond all imagination and calen- from lation, and if, as some think, that Hun1 great center in the distance is heaven, tons. Christ came far from home when tion He came here. Have you ever fami thought of the homesicknessof Christ? mart Some of you know what home Cleai sickness is when you have been only a the few weeks absent from the domestic as circle. Christ was 33 years away from phili home. Some of you feel homesickness nort when you are 100 or 1,000 miles away the' from the domestic circle. Christ was ties more million miles awny from home God than you could count if all your life hyl you did nothing but count. You know nell' what it is to be homesick even amid stat pleasait surroundings, but Christ Ano slept in huts, and lie was athirst, and bloc He was ahungered, and lie was on the day way from being born in another man's witl Sbarn to being buried in another man's slec grave. I have read how the Swiss, when F i they are far away from their country, besa at the sound of their national-air get Iris so homesick that they fall into melan- fro, a choly and sometimes they die under and the homesickness. But, oh! the howe- lant sickness of Christ. Poverty homesick fri for celestial riches. Persecution home- one sick for hosanna. Weariness home- ens sick for rest. Homesick for angelic des and archangelie companionship. Home- wei sick to get out of the night and the are storm and the world's execration. not Homesickness will make a week seem son as long as a month, and it seems to me the r that the three decades of Christ's rest- exi r dence on earth must have seemed to bal Him almost interminable. You often ant e tried to measure the other pangs of S01 Z Christ, but you have never tried to ne measure the magnitude and ponder- ma osity of a Saviour's homesickness. I take a step further and tell "n u m that Christ was an exile which :e Oh id knew would end in assassination. H1ol- e ,. man Hunt, the master painter, has a ie picture in which he represents Jesus he n Christ in the Naasre e carpenter shop. c ut Around Him are the saws, the ham In mers, the axes, the drills of carpentry. dit rt- The picture represents Christ as rising mU ve from the carpenter's working bench a at and wearily stretching out His arms an as one will after being in contracted th ad or uncomfortable posture, ani the f. light of that picture is so arranged a that the arms of Christ wearily in ir- stretched forth,together with His body, throw on the wall the shadow of the th cross. Oh! my friends, that shadow or was on everything in Christ's lifetime. ia he Shadow of a cross on the Bethlehem 01 his swaddling clothes. Shadow of a cross ds on the road over whic the three fugi- sf Ly, tives fled into Egypt. Shadow of a dt ny cross on Lake Galilee as Christ walked is. its mosaic fldoor of opal and emerald a and crystal. Shadow of a cross on the brook Kedron, and on the temple, and r re on the side of Olivet. Shadow of a or- cross on sunrise and sunset Constan 'st tine, marching with his army. saw just ed once a cross in the sky, but Christ saw to the cross all the time. ng On a rough journey we cheer our rd, selves with the fact that it will end in ist warm hospitality: but Christ knew ren that His rough path would end at a ith defoliagred tree without one leaf and the with only two branches, bearing fruit me of such bitterness as no human lips 1n- had ever tasted. Oh! what an exile to starting in an infancy without any ed, cradle, and ending in assassination. SThirst without any water. Day with st out any sunlight. The doom of a des and perado for more than angell excel It, lence. For what that expatriation and ad that exile? Worldly good sometimes ch comes from worldly evil. The sect the dental glance of a sharp blade from a rasor-grinders's wheel pat out the eye He of Gambetta and excited sympathies r- which gained him an education and Ins- started him on a carmeer that made his inst name more majestice among Frenchmen Ias than any other name in the last f0 the years. Hawthorne, turned out of the t at ofiee of collector at Salem, went home go- In despair. His wife toucnehed him on ery the shoulder and said: "Now is the don time to write your book," and it his famousa "Scarlet Letter" was ar- the brilliant consequece. World how ly good sometimes comes from ated worldly evil. Then be not un the believing when I tell you that from saot the gratest erime otr all etarnity and of hief, the whole universe, the murder of the sem- Son of God, there shall come results atch which shall eellpse all the grandeuro i fe of eternity puast and eternity to some. rt's Christ, an exile from Heaven opening a the way for the deportation toward t of Heaven and to Heaven of all those who snot will secept the profer. Atonement, a e to ship large enough to take all the pa Fae saengers that will come aboard it. stn. For this royal exile I bespeak the eld's love and service of all the exiles here gig present, and, La one sense or the other, that inelades all of us. The gates o-f t this coatinent have been so widely -. opeq that t~hre are bt 1 volumasry exiles from oth"er T. Some of you are Sootchmenl 5I In your high oheek-bonie, afa In t h color that illumines your face whSl mention the land of your tati.ti Bonnie Scotlandl Dear old kirk? Sma - of your ancestors sleeping In O(hr. frairs churchyard, or by the- dSe loche filled out of the pltaersh Heaven, or under the heather somas times so deep of color it msaeds think of the blood of the Covenaatal who signed their names for Cbrl dipping their pens into the vei fl their own arms opened for that pur pose. How every fiber of your atuen thrills as I mention the name of ob ert Bruce, and tha Campbeils. a$ beCochrane I be ali( 5 V royal O lie of my text the love d the serva of all Scotch exiles, Some of yeu Sm Englishmen. Yor aseestr the Lord. Have Imot red of the sufferings of the HaymarkeSt? and hba 1 not seen in Oxford the very po where Ridley and Latimer l aa the red chariot? Some of your amewe tors heard George Whitefield thumodu or heard Charles Wesley stag, or he" John Bunyan tell his dream of the celestial city; and the eathedrals ue I der the shadows of which some of yoU r were born had in their grandestorgsn roll the name of the Messiah. Ibe speak for the royal exile of my sl - mon the love and service of all En t glish exiles. Yes, some of you eams from the island of distress over whleh t Hunger, on a throne of human skele tons. sat queen. All efforts at amelier Stion halted by massacure. Procession of famines, procession of martyrdoms ? marching from North channel to ape e Clear, and from the Irish sea across to a the Atlantic. An island not bounded c as geographers tell us, but every philanthropist knows-bounded on the a north and the south and the east and y the west by woe which no human poll s ties can alleviate, and only Almighty Ge od can assuage. Land of Goldsmith's e hythm, and Sheridan's wit, and O'Con m nell's eloquence, and Udmsand Burke's id statesmanship, and O'Brien's sacrifice. ,t Another Patmos with its apocalyps of d blood. Yet you can not think of it to te day without having your eyes binded ws ith emotion, for there your ancestos ,'s sleep in graves some of which they eam tered for lack of bread. For this royal exile of my sermon I , bespeak the love and the service of all et Irish exiles. Yes, some of you are n- from Germany, the land of Luther; and some of you are from Italy, the -r land of Garibaldi, and some of you are k from France, the land of John Cavlti IC- one of the three mighties of the gloryl ons Reformation. Some of you are descendants of the Puritans, and they were exiles; and some of you hare descendants of the Hugu-" Oi. nots, and they were exiles; and some of you asm descendants of me the Holland refugees, and they wern si- exiles. Some of you were born on the to banks of the Yasoo or the Savannah, en and you are now living in thislatittde. of Some of you on the banks of the Ken to nebec, or at the foot of the Green er- mountains, and you are here now. oh! how many of us far away from home. All of us exiles. This is not our home. Heaven is oar hem. e Oh! I am so glad when the roya o- exile went back He left the gate ajar, or left it wide open. "Going ss home!" That is the dying ex o clamatlon of the majority of Chris tians. I have seen many Christians t' die. I think nine out of ten in thelast ig moment say, "Going home.' Going ch out of banishment and sin and sorrow ns and sadness. Going hboe to join in the hilarities of our parents and our the dear children who have already de ged parted. Going home to Christ. ly ing home to God. Golog hoe toy'' the Where are your loved ones that ied hw in Christ? You pity them. Ahl the? ought to pity you. You are an exile me far from home. They are hose em Ohl what a time it will be for you when the gatekeeper of Heaven shall say: "Take off that rough san a dal; the journeys ended.. Put down ked that saber; the battle's won. Put oi id that iron coat of mail and put an the he robe of conqueror." At that tgate of nd triumph I leave you to-day, only red aing three tender cantos tr'asltekd s from the Italhan. If youa over sed jst anything sweeter I never did although I can not adopt all its theoligy: 'Twas whispered oee morsl 18 15 Bm or- Row the little child-eli v, Sin In the shade of the grat birte prt new Set sorrowlnsg aight s.d da; at a How she said to the statelyi He of the key sad bar Oh! angel, sweet s·rgelI pray y uit Set t he besutiful gates ajar ips Only a little, I pray yes, e- Set the beautiful gates aar. say 'I ctn hear m mother weptinr. Lon. She Is tonely, she ean mot m vih A glimmer of light is the darkneMs SWhea the gatme shot after ms; e Oh! trn me the key, sweet sage, el The splendor will shai so tarl" and But the warden easweread "*I dae a nes . Set the beeatial gates asie" Spoke low s anaswered: "Iae ciSet the beautiful gates ajr." a ehen up roe. May, the blesoed' " te s Sweet Mary, the meothe d Chstsl Her hand oan the mand of the slto ad She lald sam her tush slMe. a his Turned was the ~k l th potl men Fell rlanging the rolde bmr. And lo! in the ltile ehi's mger Sto<:d the eaatfual gats sit. Sthe In the itU eild's ansgel fngsrs home Stood the beauttil sates aar. s the m. reme. and The ideal home begins in marriage. wasA man or woman may have a room aold- where he or she stays, bat that is not froma home. The priest comes the nearet un- having a home without having one.- from Rev. E. M. Wood, Methodist, AL adof gheny, Pa. fh the eslts 'e hr. tenrs The daily papers are terrom to is l om e. doers. Vice and crime ass kept i llag check through fear of their power to ward detect and expose. eputna m dea Swho even to the oaasete feleams-k . he. at, a dore Clifton, Cosgregationaulliat * P-go, IlL. ak the 3qsa*lt. here Every persao bern an this earh ha ther, the innate possibilty of knowing Go tn of and of overeomisg evil teadmlae