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Savannah Courier, " Ro-s B -os. Si C'iia., Flour is the oeat. on the; .Try it. ! FRIDAY, JAN. 26. 1000. i Mr. Gns Whitlow and ;Uftve lately moved from I Economy, hnvinj pnrfl PM1 Frank ft k pboe' T.nrr'HT. Ymwmrs Mil J.J. Fralev. Jr'" X3exrotect to tlx Xxxtex-oatis of XX.rcJ.in. County Her Pooplo. T A M A "OF V IAIN IN X-JLJLUL nerev prices nesdav I mnst Insist on parties indebt ed to me come and settle. Courier. W': I). J.IIUGHES. 13. G, A Wasted !- by Ml-' By A. A. Smith. RIDING In a choir car was an unnc - customed luxury to Martin Lovett. lor Bcvcrnl years just how many he could not recall his usual mode of transit had been, by way of the rods or in box cars, with an occasional jour ney on the "blind baggage," when he was in great luck. So he leaned back nnd enjoyed the luxury of the swift mo tion and the cushioned seat. The rhythmic "cliekety-cliek.clickety-elick" of the wheels was conducive' to a dreamy, restful languor, nnd for the time being he w as almost indifferent to the black pnll of failure which fate, or eircuinstunees, or his own inefficiency, had cast over him. Lovett was n tramp printer, and for tune hod dealt capriciously with him. There had been times when she seemed to smile upon and beckon him onward, and then she would vanish like a mock ing sprite and plunge him deeper into the abyss of despair. Again and again he had. entered the race, urged forward by a Rubtle instinct which adversity could subdue but never quite destroy. Agnin and again there was the same re sult, until now he lay humbled and passive, with only nn occasional gleam of his old hope and energy. Vogue shadows of thoughts flitted through his wenry brain as the great train rushed nlor-g impressions as light and indistinct upon the mind as were the flitting trees and fertces to ' the eye. The scenes of his enrly life touched lightly upon his memory, and dreamily once more he felt the prompt ings of ambition, the alternating ela tion of success with the sting of de feat, and in fancy he was once more grnspin'g at the elusive sprite of oppor tunity. But n little more distinct than all' the other shadows which pressed upon him was the never-ending prob lem of existence, and behind it the specter of what might yet come to him sickness, starvation, and somewhere, in some neglected spot, a nameless pau per's grave. He had never quite suc ceeded in banishing that specter, though in his intervals of buoyant res olution he hod driven it to the back ground. Its gaunt presence was vague ly outlined in his mental vision now, and mechanically he thrust his hand in his pocket and felt of the coins therein. Their total was two dollars. That meant that with his customary econo my in dietary matters he was sure of more than hulf a week of existence, and in that time something was sure to "turn up." His hard life had taught him to be philosophically submissive to circumstances when lie could not control them, so once more he drove the specter back into the dim prospect ive and thought not of the morrow as he watched the flying landscape or gazed' dreamily at his fellow passen gers. His eyes fell upon a prosperous-look ing old gentleman to the right and few seats in front of him, and suddenly he threw off his lethargy and awoke to a lively interest, though why he could hardly tell. He remembered seeing the old gentleman in a bunk in the town he had just left. He remembered thnt the cashier had given him money rolls of biils and that he had put them care fully away in a small hand bag, while the banker good-naturedly chaffed him about bis indiscretipn in carrying so much money about. There was the same hand bag now, held on the lap of the benevolent-looking old gentleman, who did not appear to be in the least disturbed by the possession of so much treasure. While in the bank cashing his small check for the work which had enabled hiin to ride in the ehnir car Lovett had witnessed Him trans action, and now the sight of the treas ure aroused a pang of cupidity and sent a thrill through his long dormant spirit. He knew the bag contained $2,000, Two thousand dollars! What a golden Held of opportunity the possession of such iv sum would open to him. Once hrfor" he had possessed as much and nh- ..-" ' proved the foundation of ' 'had lost it through his .Mr. Jack K;St, Of HClUAand experience. He n new Miil)jcri!)or. .Mr. uJSst nrW? then and passed tiirou-ntwro ami ten veiira Imi lie enjoys rtMditign 'lire again wnd dol mj - trood piper b juce lie enlists for ' to the i-Jrl it the ro with ne. Last Saturday evening the pnb lio road tools of the 4th district was so! d at public sale at the r.onrt house, bringing sacrifice It. L. Par! L. Littllef V. Morri Cox, noUl Under the new law a tem which became affective the fl ,i .i,ri. of the year, the contractor r "'.ii uie .trains v Ftirmaii nm n x n rnnn inn.' t i, 41. a 4 an fa . a ? 'Kid ff memories swept Elsewhere ill thijt wis a simple little tem )Und the, nceVqng: 'Where is my wander Jiompaoil & joy-lo Viight ." IMs mother used to i. Tiieseg it to I 'm C pablK was Ms 'nvorile. A he heard it he , tU Inhougtu again f hi', strong-hearted, LlW tcr 1. honet mother, who. had taught him lesson in honor nnd mornl-u'wlmh-vcn his bard life had never ' flulte rfTned, nnd iu fln inK 11,6 IS of thn..n, whose life had nev b,cn xhnp-A by priestly council nnd in ; rooming tUirnininff the element of ,,vt'.....a.L,Wtor hnd supplanted "umber offe. ,urnP(1 frT Hs bit" .umber 01 vei of , ni0ey iin on suW monm1 mother. Lov- i iuu "-jo, yjn., firK gomewnnt un- 1 c& piaynig, entervpofsissionof thoe it our sanctum autf ie of cold, col te, furnished as witt hirg'.iy o ijnusic Many thank. nrain. " 1 r behind ling of -. -luck- 1 and 61 ening of ipced, and then Lovett was conscious of a frlchtful crash as he was- hurled forward. As he grasped a broken chair he knew the wreckage of the car was piling up about him, and then he seemed to be falling down, down, down. He had been merely stunned, and in a moment he struggled to his knees. Darkness was about him, hut ns he peered above the mass of ruins a tongue of flame shot up, and then a great light shone upon the wreck. The splintered cars had caught fire, and with the hiss of escaping steam, the screams and groans of the wounded and the shouts of rescuers was mingled the horrible snap and crackle of the flumes. As Lovett struggled to his feet his eyes fell upon the old geinlemnn, ly ing ns if dead in a hollow piled with broken and splintered chalr.i, and his rigid fingers were still clasped about the hand bug with its precious package of bank notes. Perhaps the thought struck Lovett that the old mnn was dead and bevond the need of money, and that Fate, which had so persistently frowned up on him, now i wealed on opportunity he should grasp. But more likely he did not think nt all, as he instinctively glanced around to see if he was ob served, and then crept toward the ap parently lifeless form. He unclasped the rigid fingers and took the bug; then, breaking it open and thrusting the package of bills into his bosom, he threw the empty satchel into the flames which were creeping toward him. Then he lifted the old man in his arms and bore him to a place of safety, and for two awful hours he worked like a hero, fighting back the flames, pulling and lifting at great masses of wreckage, tenderly helping to relcnse the wounded from the debris and reverently bearing the dead away from the flumes. Then when human means had been exhausted and the rest was abandoned to the fire he boorded the special train which was in waiting and with the others proceeded to the nearest town nnd to a hotel. The package in his bosom bulged out noticeably, and he took it out to dis tribute the money through his pockets. As he took off the wrapper his eyes fell upon n name and address. It was "Mark L. Brigham, 301 Queen street, Blank City." He meant to destroy it, but mecbunienlly be folded and placed it in one of his pockets. The hotel had been transformed into a hospital. On every side he heard the commands of doctors, the hurrying feet of attendants and the cries and groans of the sufferers. He moved about some of the cots, but now that the fever of fiction was over the sight of so much suffering sickened him, and he passed out into the cool night air. Twilight was deepening in elegant Queen street as a solitary figure, bowed and halting, potcd slowly back and forth. The man seemed swayed by con tending impulses, now halting before a quiet mansion, now pushing on reso lutely ns if to leave the neighborhood. A block or two away he passed a church where the people were gathering. He heard the strains of a niugnificent or gan, and then a sweet voice took up the song: "Where 13 Mv Wandering Bov To-Xight?" The loiterer stopped nnd listened. "Just like t he-plot of a Sunday school story," he muttered, with a cynical smile. "That song's bound to follow until it gets me." He passed on down the street, then returned and stood drinking in every note of the sweet voice. It was so dif ferent from the rustic rendering in the village church a week before, mid yet it wus the same song the simple little hymn of his boyhood days. "But there's nothing very strange about it," he muttered again. "It Isn't necessarily my guardian angel that's dinging that song into my ears just for my benefit. They're singing it in every church in the land, I reckon, in Hiese days of temperance revivals." But Lovett turned and walked down the street. At Xo. D01 he rang the bell. "Is Mr. Bi ighumln?" "Mr. Brlgham docs not wish to be dis turbed," replied the servant. "He has been very ill." Draw nor n deen breath like a re prieved criminal, Lovett turned nnd started up the street. The echoes of his mother's song wus still ringing in his ears, and now he heard the voice again How the sweet tones rose and fell, so re plete w ith tender memories, calling him back from his pitiful licsir-Mmn. Once more he returned to Xo. 301. "You may tell Mr. Brigham that I must see him. My business is very im nortant." He followed the servant into the li brary. An old mnn, gray-Haired, wan and pale, but with n;i eye us keen as on thnt awful night n week before, looking up as he entered. "Mr. Brigham, I have brought you the money you lost in the w reck; here It 18. The old man looked from the extend ed hnnd to Lovctt's face in open mouthed astonishment. "Well, young man," he exclaimed at last, "you are 11 queer one. Where did you find it?" "I got it in the wreck," sold Lovett, quietly. "There's nothing to tell. I have brought It nil buck except a little I used to come here." "But why did you bring it back? Did you fear detection?" Lovett considered o moment. "It wasn't that," he said. "Xo, it wasn't fear of detection. Xobody could have found out, you know. 1 really can't tell why I brought it back. I expected H might mnke nie trouble, of course." A. kindly light broke over the keen face of the old mnn. He stretched out his hand. "Xo, it will not get you into trouble. I must know more ubout you. I shnll be able to go to my office to-mrjrrow. Will you call and see mr there?" "Thank you," said Lovett, quietly. "J will comc,"N 0. Times-Democrat. SAVANNAH, TENNESSEE, FRIDAY, JANUARY 20, 1900. HANDSOME WINTER SKIRTS. rher Will lie Jin ile I.ooier Fit nnd Hnre More Fullur In Tliorn iwms pre rv reason to hone that common sor..e will be ullowed tc prevoil Mid thnt lu grotesque tightness which has disfigured a great, muny of the re ceut sk'i-ts will not be nllowed to play havoc with our winter drefses. In the very nature of things, the skirts are bound to be narrow nnd tight MUng, but there is absolutely no reason why we should submit to wearing ugly and ungraceful skirts, in which it is difficult to walk, except, in the mincing guit iwnliiir to t'hinu. nnd impossible to sit down with any reasonable hope of ver being able to get up again. OmHp the newest crowns in Taris and Vienna, although they ore frequently made with tunics and draped double skirts, have none of them that exag gerated tightness whHi prevailed dur- tmr the summer months, nnd there are some really chnrming gowns in fine cloth, which have been made ny a very well known Parisian modiste, in which the skirts hang with quite a graceful amount of fullness from below the hips. One of these, for instance, is made in nut brown cloth, very fine in texture and light in weight. The underskirt is nlain and fnirlv full, while the tunic is cut in Vandyke points and edged quite simply with some six or seven rows of fine stitching. The upper part of tins tunic, although it fits, the figure beauJf fullv iust below the waist, bus the inde scribable fullness and freedom which mark the gown at once with the elite distinction of novelty. The con.t bodice, which is wry smartly trimmed in front with double rows of tiny gold buttons, may also be said to mark a new departure. In place of the jaunty little basques which have been so eminently characteristic of the smart est coats this season, the jacket in ques tion has basques which are 01 some rewn or eight inches in depth and which slope in front in a downward direction. Several stitched strappings of cloth trim the upper part, of this coat and the sleeves, as well as the rounded revers, while in front it shows, when open, a very pretty underbodiee of smocked and gathered surah in a. soft shade of green, which harmonizes to perfection with the brown of the cloth. ashing- ton Star. USING COLD HOMINY. Pancakr. I)lonlt and Are Improved !r the dltlon of It. Waffles Ad. Delicious hominy pnnenkes eaa be made by adding n cupful of cold boiled hominy to the rule for wheat pancakes made with sour milk. Sift two cupfuls of flour nnd rub a rounded tablespoonful of butter or bird through the flour. Add two cups of thick sour milk and stir thoroughly. If convenient let them set thus mixed for several hours, or, if you desire your griddle cakes for break fast, let them s-tand this way over night. Just before serving add a cupful of cold or hot boiled hominy and a rounded tea- spoonful of soda, dissolved in a little cold wnter. Bent, well and fry them in eve.11, round cukes on a smoking hot griddle. Hominy biscuit may be a new thing to some cooks. Sift two cupfuls of flour with two rounded tenspoonfuls of bak ing powder, add a cupful of cold boiled hominy and rub it through the flour with a heaping tablespoonfiil of butter. When a fine even mixture ' '-e result, add enough milk to mnke : ft biscuit dough. Cut it into biscuits and bake them in n very hot oven. Maple sugar scraped fine is very nice served with these biscuit. TI11 homlnv seems to lighten the biscuit and keep them moist nnd tender. A cupful of hominy may be added in the same, way to the flour used in mak ing wheat muffins or waflles. Be careful always to add the butter and the cold hominy together to the sifted flour and baking powder, and rub them very thor oughly together, so Hint the grains of hominy are evenly distributed through the flour. After this add the milk and bake quickly. X. V. Tribune. n JMcR. Line a number of putty tins with n rich puff paste, fill these with bread nnd cover with a piece of prettily cut und crimped pastn. When these hove been baked a golden brown remove from the oven, nnd while they are cool ing prepare a filling of nuts the kinds best liked; thee should be a variety, chopped fine; to every tencnpful of nuts add four tablespoon fills of sugar and onc-hnlf cupful of rich cream; uny fn rorite spice or flavor may, be ndded if desired but this is simply n matter of individual taste. When both filling and shells have become sufficiently cool carefully remove each shell from the pan, each cover from the shells, also the bread, in whose stead you now place the nut filling. These, when properly prepared, are simply delicious and a most worthy Christmas dainty. Ln- dies orld. Chestnut flnlllnn for the Tnrker. In making chestnut stuffing for tur key peel the chestnuts, scald them nnd remove the brown from underneath the skin. Put them info boiling wnter; nook slowly for about DO minutes. Drain and. then mash or'chop. To one quart add n teaspoonful of salt, a tn. blespoonful of butter and' a quarter of a teaspoonful of pepper. Stuff this into the turkey and finish as you would with otherdressings. Truffles or mush rooms mny be added. Ladies' Home Journal. Crnnhcrrr Plnnomnnjte, To one quart of berries add one pint of water and one pound of sugar. Cook until nearly tender, then thicken with cornstarch rubbed smooth In a little water. Boil ten minutes and turn into a. mold to cool. Serve with whipped ricom or cream and sugar. Good Housekeeping. REVOLT OF iJR. M'CARTHY For One MKht lie Hnd lit War aatl III Say In III Own Home Part of the Time. This happy family lives in a tough house. The further up toward the roof you go the tougher it. gets, and they live at the top. lhe ct tries to look like n respectable cat when she is on her good behavior. But it is wasted ef fort, for everybody knows what the cat is after tin: disclosures made by Mrs. O'Toole when she is. tipsy enough to tell the truth. Mrs. O'Toole is the mother-in-law of Mr. McCarthy. She has her say and her way while Mr. Mc Carthy is trying to lend the life of a sober man nnd going ubout his own business. The truth Is, Mr. McCarthy prefers to be sober.- He. lets his wife nnd his mother-in-law drink his share, and he makes no complaint, and he lets them coll him names "vhile they drink, and he mnkes no defense. But all this time he is simply keeping his thoughts to himself, nnd what is in him when he is sober comes out when he is drunk. Mr. McCarthy took 0 notion the other night that he wanted to spenk his mind freely nnd easily to his mother-in-law, so he went out nnd drank himself up to the required courage. Then he stag gered up the stairs nnd marched to his own castle door like its lord and master. He was let in ns if he were a man with a recognized right, and when he stalked in old Mrs. O'Toole scampered out like an alert old deer. Her say nnd her way were ousted for that night,, and she hud no objection to mnke, for this was an occasion wlicui the rights of an other commanded her respect. 'Take your ugly Irish mug out o' here!" shouted Mr. McCarthy, not see ing any face at all, but knowing thnt two faces were turned in his direction. wherever they were. "You ought to b punched back into Ireland, you old Irish biddy!" "Irish, am I?" asked Mrs. O'Toole from a safe distance. "An' phwat air you an' the loikes of yez?" "I'm going to put you out," said Mr. McCarthy. "I'm going to put you out to-night, you old drawed-up, skinny- shanked biddy! This proved too much for Mrs. O'Toole. The ruler in her resented it, and, pitching her voice in its highest, shrillest key, she began cnlling him hard names, while Mrs. McCarthy pitched into him with sleeves up and gloves off. In n few .minutes Mrs. Mc Carthy hnd floored Mr. McCarthy, and every time he got off another opinion in regard to his mother-in-lnw, bang! would go his head against the floor. Mrs. McCarthy worked silently. She looked ns if she ii'ghtbe doing Rome sort of off-hnnd work that would yield her a return for exertion. Mr. Mc Carthy took no notice of her atten tions to himself. With one choke he could have put a quietus on her energy But it isn't in him when sober to strike a woman, nnd' it doesn't oecur to him when drunk to do it. All this time the cat set back under the bed milking big eyes nt the perform auce and congratulating herself that it was Mr. McCarthy's night instead of Mrs. O'Toole'. Though Cat O'Toole that's her name In full is a cnt, she experiences a lot of human misery. But it has saddened her young life, for when Mrs. O'Toole is drinking she ex pends all the ugly force within her upon Cat. It is Mrs. O'Toole's cat, and'surely she has 11 right to treat it as she pleases. Mr. McCarthy got his soy out and let Mrs. O Toole have the last word. Mrs. McCarthy then began giving him a few extra punches frtr looking so foolish nnd vacant, and more than all because he was slowly assuming that expression of not enriug whether school keeps or not. His head wobbled as it went up and down and his mouth opened and closed. This went on till Mr. McCar thy got what he considered enough, and he turned, over nnd said, as cool as if he were sober: "Mary Ann," he said, "do you know you ought to be punched back into Ire land, too? I am going to punch you there next week. Mary Ann stopped the punching nnd bouncing of Mr. McCarthy's head short off and set up a howl that sent the eat out to Mrs. O'Toole. It broke her heart entirely to hnve him even intimnte thnt America could be home to him without her, and she rried'so bitterly thnt Mrs O'Toole's own henrt fairly bubbled and bursted, nnd she went softly to Mr, Mc Carthy's side. She patted hint gently on the check. "Come on, son," 6he said, winningly "Come, get on the bed. God bless you! God bless you, mv child!" "Take your ugly Irish mug out o( here, I said!" shouted Mr. McCarthy, giviitg a vicious kick in her direction. Thoroughly exasperated nt this re buff, Mrs. O'Toole eut a bee line for the door and jumped into the hall as if pur sued by snakes. "You dare do it!" she shouted, hunt Ing around in her brain for some mean name that would suit the impudence of him. "You don't dare to put me out you you you bedbug, you! Just here some one below rapped on the wall for order. Mr. McCarthy called to his mother-in-lnw to come In, and 1 ot hnve folks think she was fussing. A little later they all pulled the droperies of their couches about thrm and lay down to pleasant dreams. , Y. Sun. . ,- Far Slippers. Among the extravagant frholities of the srnson are fur negligee slippers finished with big lace bows and n dia mond bended pin, which is much more fashionable than a buckle. .Others are of velvet trimmed with fur. Detroit Free Press. Exceptions. "Figures don't lie," said the mathe matician. ' Well, I don't know," replied Specse "My wife tells me that tb figures oi many women nre- very deceptive .'- Philadelphia Xortb. American. PILLARS OF SMOKE rhe Divine Symbol That Typifies God'3 Power and Mercy. Dr. Tnluinue Speak of lhe TrlaU Thru null Which Troth llm Trl muphautly StrunlnJ Mnrtyra lo Fnllh. (Copyright. 1S99. by bouls Klopsch. Washington, The trialti through which the truth has struggled are by Dr. Talninge here set forth uiulera Bible symbol of great suggestiveness and power, text, Solo- mou s Song 3:G: "Who Is this thai coineth out of the wilderness like pil lars of smoke?" The architecture of the smoke is won drous, whether God with His linger curves it into a cloud, or rounds it int 0 a dome, or points it in 0 spire, or spreads it in a wing, or, as in the text, boists 11 in u pillar. Watch it winding up from the country farmhouse ui the eariy morning, showing that the pastoral in dustries have begun, or see it nscending from the chimneys of the city, telling of the homes fed, the factories turning out valuable fabrics, the printing presses preparing book and newspaper, and all the ten thousand w heels of work in motion. On a clear day this vapor spoken of mounts with such buoyancy and spreads such a delicate veil across the sky and traces such graceful lines of circle and semicircle and waves and tosses and sinks and soars and scatters with such afllucnce of shape and color and suggestiveness that if you have never noticed it you are like a man who has all his life lived in Paris and yet never seen 1 he Luxembourg, or nil his life in Home and never seen the Vatican, or all bis life at Lockort and never seen Niagara. Forty-four times the Bible speaks of the smoke, and it is about time that somebody preached a sermon recognizing this strange, weird, bea nt if ul, elastic, charming, territie and fascinating vapor. Aeross the Bible sky flouts the smoke of Sinai, the smoke of Sodom, the smoke of Ai, the smoke of the pit, the smoke of the volcanic hills when God touches them, and in my text the glorious church of God coming up .111 of the wilderness like pillars of alliukl'. In the first place, these pillnrs of smoke in my text indicate the suffering the church of Cod has endured. What do I mean by the church ? I mean not a building, not a sect, but those who in a'.l ages and all lands and of uYl beliefs love God and are trying to do righ t. For many centuries the Heavens have been black with the sinoke of martyrdom. If net side by side, you could girdle the earth with the fires of persecution Kowland Taylor, burned at Hndleigh; Latimer, burned at Oxford; John Itog ers, burned atSmithfield; John Hooper, burned at Gloucester; John Huss, burned ot Constance; Lawrence Sunn ders, burned at Coventry; Jdau of Arc, burned at Rouen. Protestants have represented Catho lics as having a monopoly of persecut ors, but both Protestant and Catholic have practiced cruelties. The Catholics during the reign of Ilunneric were by Protestants put to the worst tortures, stripped of their clothing, hoisted in the uir by pulleys with weights suspended from their feet, then let down, and ears and eyes, nnd nose and tongue were amputated, and red hot plates of iron were put against the fenderest part of their bodies. George Bancroft, the historian, snys of the state of Maryland; "Id the land which Catholics had opened to Protes tants mass might not be said publicly. no Catholic priest or bishop might ut ter his faith in a voice of persuasion, no Catholic might teach the young. If a wayward child of a papist would but be :ome an apostate, the law wrested for him from his parents a shnre of their property. Such were the methods adopted to prevent the growth of po. pery." Catholicism as well as Protestantism bas had its martyrs. It does seem as if when any one sect got complete dom Inancy In any land the devil of persecu tion and cruelty took possession of that sect. Then see the Catholics after the nuguenots. See the Gentiles after the Jews in Touraine, wherea great pit was dug and fire lighted at the bottom of the pit, and 100 Jewish victims were consumed. See the Presbyterian parlia ment of England, more tyrannical in their treatment of opponents than had been the criminal courts. Persecution against the Baptists bvPaedo-Haptists, Persecution of the Established church against the Melbotllst church. Perse cution against the Presbyterians. Un der Kmperor Diocletian 144,000 Chris tians were massacred, and 700,000 more of tbem died from banishment and ex posure. Witness the sufferings of the Wal- denses, of the Albigenses, of thuNesto rlnns. Witness SI. Bartholomew massacre. Witnet.s the duke of Alva driving out of life . 18,000 Christians Witness Herod and Xeroand Deciusand Hildebrand and Torquemada and earl of Montford and Lord Claverhotise, who when told that he must give account for his cruelties, said: "I have no need to account to man, and, as for God, I will take Him in my own hands." Arcd line runs through the church history of 1,000 years, a line of blood. Xot by hundreds of thousands, but by millions must we count those slain for Christ's sake. No wonder John Milton put the groans of lhe martyrs to an Immortal tune, writ Inp: ,j - ' Avenge, O Lord, thy slaughtered saints whose bones LI scattered 00 the Alpine mountains cold. The smoke of martyrs' homes and martyrs bodies if rolling up all at once would nave eclipsed the noonday sun and turned the brightest day the world ever s8v into a midnight. "Who is this that cometh out of the wilderness like pillft'i of smoker lias persecution ceased? Ask that young man who is trying to be a Chris tian in a store or factory, where from morning to night he is the butt of ull the mean witticisms of unbelieving em ployes. Ask that wife whose hubuml makes her fondness for the house ol God and even her kneeling prayer by the bedside a derision and is uu mure tit for her holy companionship than u filthy crow won'.d ben fit companion fur a robin or a gulden oriole. Compromise with the world und surrender to itscnu ventionulities, and il may let yuu alone, but ull who will live godly in t luist Jesus must sutler. Be u theater-going. t hea tel-going.eard-p'.ny ing, wine-drink- lug, round-dancing Christian, and you may escape criticism und social pres sure. Bean up-and-down, out-and-out follower of Christ, and worldling will wink to worldling ns he speak your najne, and you will be put In many 11 doggerel and snubbed by those not worthy to blnekcu your oldest shoes. When the bridge at Ashtabula tJioke and let down the most of the carlouS of passengers to instant death, Mr. P. I'. Bliss wus seated on one side of the aisle of the car writing down a Christian song which he was composing, ami on the other side a group of men were playing cards. Whose lauding place in eternity would you prefer that of P. P. Bliss, the Gospel singer, or of the card play ers? A great complaint comes from the theaters about the ladies' high huts, be cause they obstruct the view of lhe stuge, and a lady reporter asked nie w hat 1 thought about it, and I told her that if the indecent pictures of actress es in the show windows were accurate pictures of what goes on In many of the theaters night by night then it would be well if the Indies' hats were a mile high, so as to completely obstruct the vision. If professed Christians go 10 such places during the week, no one will ever persecute them for their religion, for they have none, nnd they nm the ioke of hell. But let them live a conse crated und Christian life, and they will soon run against sneeringopposition. Meet me at any depot the world over, and with my eyes closed take me by the hand and lead me so thnt my feel will not stumble, nnd without my once looking down or looking on the level take me to some high roof or tower and let me see the lops of the churches, nnd I will tell you the proportion of tfuf- cides, of arsons, of murders, of ihefts. According ns the churches nre numer ous nre the crimes few. According as the churches arc few the crimes nre nu merous. The most beautiful organiza tion the world ever saw or ever will see is the much-maligned church, the friend of ail good, the foe of all evil, "fair ns the moon and clear as the sun." Beau tiful in her Author, beautiful in her mission, the heroine of the centuries, the bride of Christ, the queen of the nationsl Men niny desecrate it, as Cromwell when he stabled his cavalry horses in St. Puul's cathedral; or break off the image of Christ, us did the iconoclusts in York minster; or hurl against it au gust literary antipathies, as did Gib bon; or plot its overthrow, ns do some in every community whose pride and hate and debauchery nre reproved by the Ten Commandments which it thun ders nnd the sermon on the.iiiount w hich it breathes. But it will stand as long as the earth stands, the same unique and wonder-working nnd beatific and miraculous thing for which God decreed it. Small wils tax their brain to suy things thnt will put her ut disadvantage, but many of them will send for its condolence when dying, and their children will be gathered up un der its benedictions after the parental curse has been removed. Through her gates will march all the influences for good that shall ever reach our world. Take her membership ns a muss, not speaking of the acknowledged excep tions, they are the noblest, grandest, kindest, best men and women of the nges. But for them the earth would long ogo hove been a burned out vol cano. They have been the salt that has kept the human race from putrefuction Insufferable cither to human or angelic olfactories. The church of God w ill yet become the arbiter of nations. If the world would allow it, it could to-day step in between Germany and France and settle the trouble ubout Alsace and Lorraine, und between England und her antagonists, and between all the oilier nations thnt are flying at ench other's throats and command pence and disband armies and harness for the plow the war horses now being hitched to ammunition wag ons or saddled for cavalry charge. That time must come, or through the in creased facility for shooting men nnd blowing up cities and whelming hosts to instant death, so that we can kill a regiment easier than we could once kill a company, and kill a brigade easier than we could once kill a regiment, the patent offices of the world more busy than ever in recognizing new enginery of destruction, the human race will aft er awhUe go fighting with one arm, and hobbling with one foot, and stumbling along with one eye, and some Ingenious inventor, inspired of the archangel of all mischief, will contrive a machine that will bore a hole to the earth's cen ter, and somo desperate nation will throw Into that hole enough dynamite to blow this hulk of a planet into frag ments, dropping the meteoric sloncs on surrounding stellar habitations. But this shall not be, for w hatever I let go I hang onto my Bible, w hich tells me that the blacksmith's shop shall yet come to its grandest use when the war rior and the husbandman ehnll enter it side by side, and the soldier shall Ihrow into Its bank of fires his sword, and lhe farmer shall pick it up a plowshare, and the strnigbtest spear shall be bent into a crook at each end and then cut la two, and what was one spear shall be two pruning hooks. Down with Moloch and up with Christ! Let no more war horses eat out of the manger where Jesus was born. Teacel Forever roll off the sky the NUMBER 4. black pillars of smoke from the Marco go and Salumnncaa nnd Borodinoe und Sedans and Getty sburgs of enrthl And right after them roll Into the heavens the peaceful vapors from the chimneys-of farmhouses and usyluma and churches and capitals of Christian nations, and, as tho sunlight strikes through these vapors, they will write in letters of jet and gold nil over the sky, from horizon tq zenith: "Glory to (iod in the'highest, und on eurth 'iiee, good will to men!" While thinking of these things I looked out from my window, and tho wind was violently blowing. And I saw from many chimneys the smoke tossed in the air nnd whirled in grent velocity, volume nfter volume, fold after fold, nnd carried on tho swift wind were the great pillars of smoko. And, helped by Solomon in tho text, I saw tho speed of the church wmy boli.ed. Do you realize the momentum tho church of God is under? ' Why, the smoke of a ehlmneyCon lhe top of Mount Washington, when the wind is blowing CO miles the hour, is slow us compared with the celerity of good i Influences. For 59 centuries the devil hud it his own way among the naV tions, Nearly nil the great missionary . movements have been started within the century, nnd see what one century has done to recover the world from K' centuries of devastation. What f- ' revivals! What mighty .e!'"' What saved millions! . ' From the ruins of 1'e syria nnd Nineveh . the Nile confirmations homed proving to all fair-minieu mta that the Bible is the truest book ever Vl written. The mythologies of Egypt were found to hnve embodied in them tho knowledge of man's expulsion from paradise nnd the sacrifice of a great Emancipator. Moses' account of the creation, corroborated by tho hammer of Christian geologists; the oldest profane writers, Hiromus, llel- nnlcus and Bcrosus, confirming the Bible account of ancient longevity; Tacitus and Pliny confirming tho Bible accounts of destroyed Sodom and Gomorrah; Tacitus und Porphyry telling the same story of Christ ns Matthew mid Luke told; Macrobius telling of the massacre of children in Bethlehem, and Plilegon sketching at tho crucifixion ' It is demonstrated to nil honest men V thnt it is not so certain that Willing Cullen Bryant wrote "Thanatopsis" or Longfellow wrote "Ilinwntha" as that God, by the hand of prophet and apos tle, wrote the Bible. All the wise men in science and law ani medicine and literature and merchandise are grad ually coming to believe in Christianity, and soon there will be no people who disbelieve in it except those conspicu ous for lack of brain or. men with two families, who do not like the -Bible because it rebukes their swinish pro pensities. The time is hastening when there will be. no infidels left except liber tines nnd harlots und murderers. Mil lions of Christians where once there were thousands, and thousands where once there were hundreds. What a bright evening this, the evening of the nineteenth century! And the twen tieth century, which is nbout to down, will, in my opinion, bring universal victory for Christ and the church that now is inarching on with step double quick or, if you prefer the figure of the text, Is being swept on in the mighty gales of blessing imposing and grand nnd mnjestic and swift like pil lars of smoke. Oh, come into the church through Christ the door, a door more glorious than that of the temple of Hercules, which had two pillars, and one was gold and the other emerald! Come in to-day! The world you leave behind is n poor world, nnd it will burn nnd -pass off like pillars of smoke. Whether the final conflagration will start in the coal mines of Pennsylvania, which, in some places, have for many years been burning nnd eating into the heart of the mountains, or whether it shall be--gin near the California geysers or whether from out tho furnaces of Cotopaxi and Vesuvius and Stromboll it shall burst forth upon the aston ished nations I mnke no prophecy, but all geologists- tell us that we stand on the lid of a world, the heart of which Is a rnging, roaring, awful flame, and somo day God will let the red mon sters out of their Imprisonment of centuries, and New York, on fire in 18.'15, nnd Charleston on fire In 1805, and Chicago on fire in 1872, and Bos ton on fire in 1873 were only like one spark from n blacksmith's forge 11 compared with that last universal blaze which will be seen In other worlds. But gradually the flames will lessen, and the world will become a great living coal, and that will take on oshen hue, nnd then our ruined planet will begin to smoke, and the moun tains will smoke, nnd the vallsys will smoke, nnd the islands will smoke, nnd the sens will smoke, nnd the cities will smoke, and the five continents will be five pillars of smoke. But the black vapors will begin to lessen in height nnd density and then will be coir hardly visible to those who look upon It from the sky galleries, and after awhile from just one point there will curl up n thin, solitary vapor, and then even that will vanish, nnd there will be. nothing left except the charred ruins of o burned out world, tho corpse of n dead star, the ashes of nn extln guiFhed planet, a fallen pillar' of smoke. But that will not Interfere with your Investments if you hnve taken Christ ns your fiaviour. Secure Heaven ns your eternal home, nnd you can look down upon a dismantled, disrupted und demolished earth without any perturbation. When wrapped In fire the realms of ethel glow, And Heaven's last thunders shake th earth below, Thou, undismayed, ihalt o'er the rutn smlla And light the torch at Nature's funera Oils. " -.'r- -:. .-..-,7 - -r.''.'. ,, .v. . rv ' f ' ' ' '., "' ---- r- - r - - . '