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-tlv 3 LL1 lLi! flifniUt. who analyze nnd report, and Grip Ihi Ln Up Oq Him and Ha - Fesls Much Better. GIVES HIS EXrtHILNCE ASA PATILNT During Trying "Ordeal" Ha Wai Cheertd Dy Ocod Company and Loving Attention From the Children. This is a bright and blessed morn ing. I feel better a good deal better. Think I will write a verse or two of poetry. If a sick man has good sur roundings it beats medicine. Good, cheerful company to call and not stay long good children to sympathize and watch the clock for medicine time, Kood grandchildren to come and kiss you and go to and from and talk and make noise; a good wife to scold you and tell how Imprudent you have been, and a good doctor to look at your tongUB and choke you with a spoon handle so as to see away down tho efcopha,RUi. But nature has the best of medicines stowed away In the bless ed sunshine that gives life and vigor to everything animal and vegetable and revives the drooping spirits of the sick. It has been a long and hard win ter the coldest and most disagreeable one hundred consecutive days that we have had for yearB. How I envied tho good people of FlorlSa while I read Tom Sawyer's rhapsodies In the Clear Water paper over the advent of spring . with Its peach trees and yellow jes mine perfuming the balmy air with their fragrant blossoms. But It Is com ing gentle spring Is not far away now and a day like this is Its harbinger. If It were not for the dally catalogue of horrible things that headline the daily papers even a sick man could be calm and serene on such a day as this. An aged country friend told me that he had quit taking the dally papers, for it distressed him to read such things. "I haven't long to live," said he, "and I don't wish to cloud my mtad with a daily record of human misery." But most all people have to mix up with the affairs of nations and of men and keep posted about everything that hap pens. We can't skip the bad and read the good only. There Is a fascination about horrible things that we cannot resist. They are the first things we look for. They excite our pity or our indignation or our wonder. Our child hood began that way, for we never tired of- Jack the Giant Killer and Rawhead and Bloody Bones, and Rob inson Crusoe. And now the editor of the press dispatches carelessly looks over the little slips that are laid upon his desk and reads "Another explosion in the mines-ne hundred killed;" "Another railroad wreck thirteen kill ed," and then resumes the little anec dote that he was narrating to a friend. We are all growing case hardened to pain and grief and suffering for the same reason that the surgeon becomes case hardened to the pain of his pa tient But ever and anon some new horror comes along that shocks humanity and astounds the world. I read three long columns last night about the horrors of adulterated food in Paris and how 18,600 infants died the last year from poisoned milk. How the great incorpo rated dairy companies In the suburban towns have to deliver 800,000 quarts every night. It Is skimmed before it is canned and then is watered 20 per cent before It Is put on the cars. On arrival at their depots it Is delivered In cans to 800 milk boys (garcons), -who get $1.40 a night and as much more as they can make by watering the milk from the hydrants that are eupplied from the river Seine, the filth iest river in all France. One hundred detectives are employed to watch these boys, but the boys have detec- tlves, too, and are seldom caught or ar rested. The superintendent cf police cays it is impossible for one hundred men to watch these eight hundred boys and he now asks for two thousand. This watered milk quickly sours and by the time It is delivered to the re tailer at daybreak it has to be watered again with a solution of bicarbonate of soda. This is the milk that supplies all Paris and is daily fed to infant children 'and in a brief time they r,nWa infantum or diarrhoea r(i Hie. The medical faculty all test! fled that this milk caused the death of over 18 000 Infanta In Paris In one year and the mortality was on the increase. , anc5 this does not include the deaths of children over one year old. These eight hundred boys are organized into n powerful syndicate for protection ,infr,M TCach Days into their unu uatuL.. . - treasurv $4 a week, making a total of 414 000 a month with which to pay lawyers' fees and fines and the wages r. ihase in jail and to bribe the city br aves not to catch them when wa- .rr tho milk. They water it while the wpenns are on the go pumping in (b;n( V;h cans of water. The milk DR.TALnAGE'S SERriON If thi boys are arrested, moat of them egrapn punishment In some corrupt way, but nunc are .h i -barged. They go back at cure into th company's renin. But Paris Is aroused as I' never lia3 been and declares the death dealing business shall bo broken up If It t?.ks two thousand detectives to pursu right hundred boys. ''Our chil dren are fed on microbes from tho riv er Seina." Is now on every tongue. Other cities have taken up tho cry and Bouen and Dunkirk show a larger death rate of Infants than Paris, and now they eay no wonder tho popula tlon of France Is decreasing instead of Increasing. We are poisoning three fourths cf all the children before they are a year old and half the remainder dlo soon after. Seine water, microbes and bicarbonate of soda! This exposure comes from late offi cial sources and Is no doubt the truth, or very near it. Just think of It and shudder 18,000 innocent, helpless babes murdered in one year in one city. Tom Hood wrote a song about Urn pour tewing women thai aroused all London. If he were alive in Paris now what a pitiful subject he would have for another song. What a shame upon our sex, for It is not women who do these things, but men and boys. The mothers sutler In giving them birth. They nurse and cherish and clasp the little things to their bosom and love and hope and pray, but the destroyer comes and then all she can do is to grieve and weep. England slaughtering the Boers and France her Innocent children. What next? 'A graphic writer In The New York Press describes a different kind of hor ror that we know not of, but Is a liv ing, breathing, seething thing that Is not new, but has come to stay and grows bigger and more horrible as the years move on. He says: "It would have been unnecessary for Gustav Dore to follow Dante for a text In or der to picture the horrors of hell." The government has established free baths at Hot Springs, where thousands of the most miserable of all God's creatures congregate and bathe for relief and a cure from their loathsome diseases. These wreches leave their rags upon the cemented floors which are an inch deep in water, then stagger or reel or crawl naked as the fiends in the cham bers of hell. From thence they crowd Into a third room, where the water and the air is up to 110, and the stench of foul odors is horrible. In this room are two large pools like vats In a tan yard, and the victims tumble into them like hogs into a mud puddle. No doctor, no soap, no towels, no attend ant": and they are soon hurried out to make room for more, for seven hun dred a day is the maximum. Ten, fif teen or twenty at a time soak their loathsome Infirmities iu the nasty, filthy, hot healing waters, and then reclothe themselves with their wet rags and go somewhere to dry. All are ben efited and 10 per cent are cured. What a picture! Their lives, such as they have made them, are not worth saving, but they cling to them and live in hope and defy despair. One hundred and seventy-eight thousand ci i.hese human beings passed through the free baths last year. One bath room Is for white men, one for white women, one for negro men and one for negro women. Not far away Is a magnificent hotel, and there Is a fashionable ball going on. The rich, the gay, the elite are there. One moment a man is waltzing with his wife, the next with.some other man's wife, the nert with somebody's- mistress, and the next with his own mistress. Everything goes, and all Is hell. A famous physician took his daughter there this season, but sent her home quickly to keep her from the company of wealthy and diseased para sites. Almost every one who goes there registers under an assumed name and plays incognito during his stay. A southern judge was recently called upon for a toast at a hotel ban quet and said: "Here's to the name we left behind us." But the half has not been told some of It is too baa to tell. Every night the poker rooms are in blast and thousands won and lost. The reader ponders and wonders can such things be in this Christian lanfl, and in this God's country. Ver ily, the humble and the poor who live around us on the hills and In the val leys or down In the piney woods shouli? be thankful for the health and morality that comes from poverty. Burns nev er wrote a truer verse than that which says: "And I know by the smoke that so gracefully curled From among the dark elms that a cottage was near. And I said to myself, If there's peace in this world, The Heart that is huwble might hope for it here." Bill Arp, in Atlanta Constitution The Eminent Dlvln;' 5unday Discourse. Subject: Wlim Ilia Kiib f Mr Rrtfe-Th t lirUllaii Illicit Fulfillment In Ilia Time of Old Agt-Tb Light of Kteu- , tl.ln I.a.t Hour Illumined. Wakimnotox, 1). C In this subject Dr. Talrnage puts a glow of gladness ami triunipii upon parages of life that arc usu- , ally thought to be somewhat gloomy; tcit, Zarh.triuh xiv, 7, "At evening time it shall bo light." While "night" in all language is the symboi for g.ooni nnd suffering, it i often reallv cheerful, bright and impressive. I speak not of such night as come down with do star pouring light from above or 1 silvered wave towing up light from be- I neath murky, hurtling, portentious, but , such ai you often gee when the pomp and ; magnificence of heaven turn out on night j parade, and it seem a though the song which the morning stars began no long ago , were chiming yet among the constellations and ti.e sons of God were shouting for joy. ' Such ights the sailor blesses from the fore- , castle, and the trapper on vast prairie, and the belated traveler by the roadside, and the soldier from the tent, earthly hosts gazing upon heavenly and shrpherds guani ne their flocks afield, while angel hands ihove them set the silver bells a-ringing. "Glory to God in the highest and on earth peace; good will toward men. W hat a solemn and carious thing is night in the wilderness! Night among the mountains! Night on the ocean! 1'ra grant night among tropical groves! Flash ing night amid arctic seventies! Calm night on Roman campa'gna! Awful night among the Cordilleras! Glorious night mid sea after a tempest! Thank God for the night! The moon and the stars which rule it are lighthouses on the coast toward which I hope we arc all sailing, and blind mariners are we if, with so many beaming, burning, flaming glories to guide us, we cannot rind our way into the harbor. My text may well suggest that, as the natural evening is often luminous, so it shall be light in the evening of our sorrows, of old age, of the world's history, of the Christian life. "At eventime it Bhall be light." This prophecy will be fulfilled in the evening of Christian sorrow. For a long time it is broad daylight. The sun ridesr high. Innumerable activities go ahead with a thousand feet and work with a thousand arms, ana the pickax struck a mine, ana you are older than the mountains and old er than the stars. lloiv men and women will lie! Thry say svy they sre forty, but they ate ixty. '1 hey siv they are twenty, but they ate thirty. They miy they are Hij ty, but they are eighty. Glorious old ar if found in the iy nf righteousness! i Haw beautiful the old age of Jacob, leaning on the top of his staff; of John (Juincy Admin, falling with the latncns on; of Washington Irving, sitting, pen in hmd, timid the scenes himself had made cIhssicuI; of John Angell James, to the last proclaiming the g'wpcl to the masses of Birmingham: of Theodore Frelmghuysen, down to fecb'enCM and emaciation devot tac his i.lustrious faculties to the kingdom i v.'od. At eM-ntide it wits light! Fee that you do honor to the aged. A philosopher stood at the corner of the street (lay after day, sayit'g to the pasen by: "You will be an old man; you will be an old man. You will be an old woman; you will be un old woman." People thought that he was crazy. 1 do not think that lie was. Smooth the way for that mother's feet; they have not many more steps, to take. Steady those tottering limbs, they will soon be at rest. Plow not up that face with any more wrinkles; trouble and care have marked it full enough. Thrust no thorn into that old heart; it will soon cease to beat. "The "eye that mocketh its father and refuseth to oby its mother the ravens of the valley shall pick it out, and the young eogles shall eat it." Y'ou have watched the calmness and the glory of the evening hour. The laborers have come from the field; the heavens are glowing witl-an indescribable effulgence, as though the sun in departing had forgot ten to shut the gate after it. All the beauty of cloud and leaf swims in the lake. For a star in the sky, a star in the water; heaven above and heaven beneath. .Not a ! leaf rustling or a bee huinmiivg or a grass- ! hopper chirping. Silence in the meadow, silence among the hills. Thus bright and beautiful shall be the evening of the world, j The heats of earthly conflict are cool; the i elory of heaven tills all the scene with love. ! joy and peace. At eventime it is light I bght! Finally, my test shall find fulfillment at the end of the Christian s lite, lou know how snort a winter's day is and how little 1 work you can do. Now, my friends, life is i a short winter's day. The sun rises at 8 I and sets at 4. The birth angel and the death angel fly only a little way apart. Baptism and burial are near together. With one hand the mother rocks the cra ' die and with th other she touches a grave. were wanderers fi.-m fiol an-1 fictene t die, but we heard the Vnir of Jesiif " "Aye, aye," says tho gatekeeper, "that i the password! I-ift 1 our Iie.uU, Jr evei Lifting e ites, an I let them? .ei;! coiiie in." '1 hey g m an 1 surround the throne, jubilant forever! Ah. do von wonder that the l.mt hours of. the Christian on earth are illuminated by thoughts of the coming glory? l-'j.-ht m the evening, the medicine may be bitter. The pain mav be sharp. 'J ho parting nuy he liertrenaititf. in unlit in ins even ing. As all the idars of tho nilit their anchors ol pearl m lake ami river and sea so the waves of Jordan shall be il luminated with the down ftaxhitig of the glory to c.imc. The dving soul loous i:p nt the constellations. "The Lord is my light and mv salvation; whom shall 1 fear?" "The Limb which is in the ini-Ist of the throne shall lead them to bring fountains of water, and God shall witx; away all tears from their ryes. (..'lose the eyes of the departed one: earth would seem tame to it enchanted vision. Fold the hands; life's work is ended. Veil the face; it has been trans figured. Mr. Toplady in his dying hour said, "Light." Coming nearer the expiring moment be exclaimed with illuminated countenance. "Light!" In the last instant of his breathing he lifted up his hands and cried: "Light! Light!" Thank God for light in the evening Currriibt. ltoa, L. xiup.. a.t SPOnriNC BREVITIES. of America has been I went into the house of one of mr via- the battery made a discovery, and the in- i riBhionerg on Thanksgiving Day. The lit vestment yielded its twenty tier cent., and te child of the household was bright and the book came to its twentieth edition, and the farm quadrupled in value, and sudden fortune hoisted to high position, and chil- i dren were praised, and friends without j number swarmed into the family hive, and j prosperity sang in the music and stepped ; , in the uance and glowed in the wine and : ate at the banquet, and all the gods of mu- . sic and ease and gratification gathered I around this Jupiter holding in hia hands j bo many thunderbolts of power. But every j sun must set, and the brightest day must have its twilight. Suddenly the sky was j overcast. The fountain dried up. The song hushed. The wolf broke into the fam- ily fold and carried off the best lamb. A ! leep now! ot woe came crasning aown through the joyou9 symphonies. At one ; rough twang of the hand of disaster the j harpstrings all broke. Down went the j strong business firm! Away went long es tablished credit! Up flew a flock of calura- ! nies! The new book would iot sell! A j patent could not be secured for the inven- I tion! Stocks sank like lead! The insurance ', company exploded! "How much," says j the Sheriff, "will you bid for this piano? How much for thia library? How much I for this family picture? How much? Will j you ict it go at less than halt price: Iroing going gone!" Will the grace of God hold one up in! snch circumstances? What has become of, the great multitude of God's children who, have been pounded of the flail and crushed; under the wheel and trampled under thej hoof? Did they lie down in the dust, weep- ing, wailing and gnashing their teeth? Did, they when they were afflicted like Job curse God and want to die? When the rodi of fatherly chastisement struck them, did clad, and with it I bounded up and down the hall. Christmas Day came and the light of that household had perished. We stood, with black book, reading over the grave, "Ashes to ashes, dust to dust." But I hurl away this darkness. I cannot have you weep. Thanks be unto God, who giveth us ihe victory, at eventime it shall be light! I have seen many Christians die. I never saw any of them die in .darkness. WTiat if the billows of death do rise above oup girdle, who does not love to bathe? What though other lights do go out in the blast, what do we want of them when all the gates of glory swing open befone us, and from a myriad voices, a myriad harpa, a myriad thrones, a myriad palaces there dashes upon us "Hosanna! Hosanna!" "Throw back the shutters and let the sun in," said dying Scoville McCullum. one of my Sabbath-school boys. "Throw back the shutters and let the sun in." You can gee Paul putting on robes and wings of as cension as he exclaims: "I have fought the good fight! I have finished my course! I have kept the faith!" Hugh McKall went to one side of the scaffold of martyrdom and cried: "Fare well sun. mooa and stars! Farewell all earthly delights!" then went on the other side of the scaffold and cried.1 ' Welcome. God and Father! Welcome, sweet Jesus Christ, the Mediator of the covenant! Welcome, death! Welcome, glory!" A minister of Christ in Philadelphia, dvine. said in his last moments, "I move into the light!" They did not go down doubting and fearing and shivering, but their battle crv rana through all the cav erns of the sepulcher and was echoed back The T07 f;pnn'iel Club has been oranlz-ed. A hockey training fable rtarted at Harvard. From every district cornc encourag ing reports regarding the cycling in dustry. There Is a concerted movement 011 foot among Michigan colleges to do awnj- with football, IMvnl factions iu the National Base ball league arc more favorably dis posed toward n compromise. Hans Wagner, the Pittsburg Her cuIcf, has taken to basketball, and is playiug guard on the Carnegie team. W. B. Morley has been selected un bead coach of the Columbia football team, to succeed George Foster Sau-ford. Of all the bicycle factories in Ger many only six paid dividends last year. l'Ifteen large factories are ttie point of going out of business. It is rumored among Yale students and graduates that Yale Is oauidc;ius the proposition of fendius; an eight oared crew to compete iu the lleuley raccs iu Kngland. The North Carolina Kasebsll Liagu lias been organized, the circuit to con sist of llalelgh, Charlotte, Nevrbein, Wilmington, Durham and prsbably either Winston or ' Grecusbr. Pennsylvania will start we-rfc her nev gymnasium next eprin;. Already ?2UT,000 has been raised, while? the other $S5,000 is in sight. The balldlng "will be placed opposite Franklla Field, la Philadelphia. William C. Whitney appears t L having unusual hard luck with kin Ltable of racing thoroughkradg th vinter. With Nasturtium, hi Derby candidate, ailing iu England, cones th unwelcome news that the crack olt. Goldsmith, is suffering from what ht raid to be lung trouble, at Mr. WVt iey's Long Island farm. .. One cf the penalties of literary fame Is that It leaves a man at the mercy of his biographers. did they upset the whole table? Did they kneel down at their empty money vault! and say, "All my treasures are gone?"; Did they stand by the grave of their dead,; saying, "There never will be a resurrec-; tion?" Did they bemoan their thwarted plana and say, "The stocks are down; would God I were dead?" Did the night of their dis aster come upon them moonless, starless, dank and howling, smothering and choking their life out? No, no! At eventide it was light. The swift promises overtook them. The eternal constellations, from their circuit about God's throne, poured down an infinite lustre. Under their shin ing the billows of trouble took on crests and plumes 01 gold and jasper and ame- thvst and name. All the trees ot nie rustled in the midsummer of God's love. The night blooming assurances of Christ's j sympathy failed all the atmosphere with heaven. The soul at every step seemed to start up from its feet bright winged joys, warb ling heavenward. "It is good that I have been afflicted!" cried David. "The Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away!" exclaims Job. "Sorrowtul, yet always re joicing," says St. Paul. "And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes!" ex claims John in apocalyptic vision. At eventime it was light. Light from the cross! Light from the promises! Light from the throne! Streaming, joyous, out gushing, everlasting light! Again, the text shall find fulfillment in thetime of old age. It is a grand thing to be young, to have the sight clear and the. hearing acute and the step elastic and all our pulses marching on to the drumming of a stout heart. Midlife and old age will be denied many of us, but youth we all know what that is. Those wrinkles were not al ways on your brow: that snow was not al ways on your head; that brawny muscle did not always bunch your arm; you have not always worn epectacles. Grave and dignified as you now are, you once went coasting down the hillside or threw off ! your hat for the race or sent the ball fly- j ing sky high. But youth will not always ' last. It stays only long enough to give us i exuberant spirits and broad shoulders for burden carrying and an arm with which to battle our way through difficulties. Life's path, if you follow it long enough, will come under frowning crag and cross trem bling causeway. Ulessed old age, if you let it come naturally! Y'ou cannot hide it. Y'ou may trv to cover the wrinkles, but you cannot cover the wrinkles. If the time has come for you to be old, be not asfiarr.ee' NEWSY CLEANINGS. thev strike back? Because they found one, i from all the thrones of heaven: "O death, bitter cup on the table of God's supply,! j where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy victory: femg, my soul, 01 joys 10 come I saw a beautiful being wandering up and down the earth. She touched the aged and they became young; she touched the poor and they became rich. I said, "Who is this beautiful being wandering up and down the earth?" Thev told me that her name was Death. What a strange thrill of joy when the palsied Christian begin to use -hia arm again, when the blind Christian begins to see again, when the deaf Christian begins to hear again, when the poor pilgrim puts his feet on such pave ment and joins in such company ana nas a free seat in such a great temple. Hungry men no more to hunger, thirsty men no more to thirst, weeping men no more to weep, dying men no more to die. Gather up all sweet words, all jubilant ex pressions, all rapturous exclamations; bring them to me, and I will pour upon them thia stupendous theme of the soul's disenthrallment! Oh, the joy of the spirit as it shall mount up toward the throne of God, shouting: "Free! Free!" Your eye ha3 gazed upon the garniture of earth and heaven, but eye hath not seen it; your ear has caught har monies uncounted and indescribable caught them from harp's trill and bird's Carol and waterfall's dash and ocean's dox- ology but ear hath not heard it. How did those blessed ones get up into the light? What hammer knocked off their chains? What loom wove their robes of light? WTho gave them wings? . Ah, eter nity is not long enough to tell it, seraphim have not capacity enough to realize it the marvels of redeeming love! Let the palms wave; let the crowns glit ter: let the anthems ascend; let the trees of Lebanon clap their hands they cannot tell the half of it. Archangel before the throne, thou failest! Sing on, praise on, ye hosts of the glori fied, and if with your scepters you cannot reach it and with your songs you cannot express it then let all the myriads of the saved unite in the exclamation: "Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!" There will be a password at the gate of heaven. A great multitude come up and knock at the gate. The gatekeeper says, "The password." They say: "We have no password. We were great on earth, and now we come up to be great iu heaven." 4 voie from within answers. "I never ! knew you." Another group come up to I the gate of heaven and knock. The gate ! keeper says, "The password." They say, ; "We have no vassword. e did The Navy Department will experi ment with Texas oil. Over 7,000,000 lobsters wore eavgbt up on the Maine coast last year. A general strike of all job printers In Bangor Me., has been ordered. During the 1000 season of navigation 357 lake vessels passed the "Soo." Italy promises to make a Govern ment exhibit nt the St. Louis Ex:r sition. The McKinley Memorial Assoc'.alio'i of the State of New York kas raised $70,000. Nearly COCO men are at vork o; th? Kite of the World's Fair ground at St. Louis. Suiis for ?o00,000 will L'5 instituted agaiust New Yoik City for laud Ukou for reservoirs. British Columbia has made nt re turn oa the British capital which ha;5 been poured into it. Germany has imported ns mncii $10,000,000 worth of apples la one year and $2,500,000 worth of pears. The picking of the raisin and straw berry crops in California is almost en tirely iu the hands of tho Gfalueie. An Australian has beea swinging clubs for twelve hours a day for six days iu succession at Edinburgh, fceot laud. A movement is on foot in Spring field, Mass., to get up a league nmoug the merchants and manufacturers to protect themselves against solicitors for advertisements in programs and literature that ha3 not a kcowu cir culation. Iceland is about to obtain tome rule. King Christian of Denmark baa railed for an extraordinary meeting of the Althing next, summer to consider a re form of the constitution. A plan t be submitted is the appointment ef a. Minister for Iceland, who shall be ac quainted with Icelandic and 8ha41 re side at Ileikjavik instead f Cpou hagea. . , , The Iron Crown of Lombardy la now a part of the Italian regalia. no password. We did a great ' manv noble things on earth. We endowed to be aid. The grandest things in all the ! colleges and took care of the poor." Ihe universe are o'd old mountains, old riv- j voice from within ssy, "I never knew ers, old seas, old stars and an old eternity. 1 you." Another group come up to the gate lhei do not be asuaoed w lie old unless of heaven and kno k. Ihe gatekeeper ssys, "The pa.-s-.vorJ." They answer. "We Kore Tobacco People Protect. Three hundred Wisconsin tobacea dealers and growers met at Madleoa. Saturday, and protested agalnsi the reduction of the tariff on tobacco from Cuba and formed the Tobacco Grow crs and Dealers' Association of Wl3-cousin.