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6 THE WILMINGTON MEISSEN GEP FRIDAY SEPTEMBER 14. i:O0.
THE KING'S GARDEN. DR. TALMAGE DISCOURSES ON CHRIST ADD THE CHURCH. Tbe Most Beautiful Flowers and the .Beet of Fruit "Why the Saviour Picks the Choicest The Day of Salvation. This sermon Dr. Talmage sends from a halting" place In his Journey through fhe valleys of Switzerland. It seems to have been prepared amid the bloom and aroma of a garden midsummer. The text is Song of Solomon v, 1: "I am come into my garden." The Bible is a great poem. We have in it faultless rhythm and bold imagery and startling antithesis and rapturous lyric and sweet pastoral and instruc tive narrative and devotional psalm; thoughts expressed in style' more sol emn than that of Montgomery, more bold than that of Milton, more terrible than that of Dante, more natural than that of Wordsworth, more Impassioned than that of Pollok, more tender than that of Cowper, more weird than that of Spenser. This great poem brings all the gems of the earth into Its coronet, and it weaves the flames of judgment into its garlands and pours eternal har monies in its rhythm. Everything this book touches it makes beautiful, frojn the plain stones of the summer thrash ing floor to the daughters of Nahor fill ing the troughs for the camels, from the fish pools of Ileshbon up to the Psamlist praising God with diapason of storm and whirlwind and Job's im agery of Orion, Arcturus and the Plei ades. My text leads us into a scene of sum mer redolence. The world has had a great many beautiful gardens. Char lemagne added to the glory of his reiern by decreeing that they be established al lthrough the realm, deciding even the names of the flowers to be planted there. Henry IV at Montpellier estab lished gardens of bewitching beauty and luxuriance, gathering into them Alpine, Pyrenean and French plants. One of the sweetest spots on earth was the garden of Shenstone the poet. His writings have made but little impres sion on the world, but his garden, the 'lieasowes," will be immortal. To the natural advantages of that place was brought the perfection of art. Arbor and terrace and slope and rustic temple and reservoir and urn and fountain here had their crowning. Oak and yew and hazel put forth their richest foli age. There was no life more diilgent. no soul more Ingenious than that of Shenstone, all that the diligence and genius he brought to the adornment of that one treasured spot. He gave 300 for it. He sold it for several thousand. And yet I am to tell you today of a richer garden than any I have men tioned. It Is the garden spoken of in my text the garden of the church, which belongs to Christ, for my text says so. He bought it, he planted it, he owns it, and he shall have it. Wal ter Scott, in his outlay at Abbotsford, ruined his fortune, and now, in the crimson flowers of those gardens, you can almost think or imagine that you see the blooi nf that old4 man's broken heart. The payment of the last 100, 000 sacrificed him. But I have to tell you that Christ's life and Christ's death were the only outlay of this beautiful garden of the church, of which my text speaks. Oh, how many sighs and tears and pangs and agonies! Tell me, ye women who saw him hang! Tell me, ye executioners who lifted him and let him down! Tell me, th'ou sun that didst hide, ye rocks that fell! "Christ loved the church and gave himself for it. If the garden of the church be longs to Christ, certainly he has a right to walk in it. Come, then, O blessed Jesus, today. Walk up and down these aisles and pluck what thou wilt of sweetness for thyself! THE CHURCH IS A GARDEN. The church in my text is appropriate ly compared to a garden, because it is a place of choice flowers, of select fruits and of thorough irrigation. That would be a strange garden in which there were nV flowers. If no where else, they would be along the borders or at the gateway. The homeliest taste will dictate something, if it be only the old fashioned hollyhock or dahlia or daffodil. But if there be larger means then you will find the Mexican cactus and blazing azalea and clustering oleander. Well, now, Christ comes to his garden, and he plants there some of the brightest spirits that ever flowered upon the world. Some of them are violets, inconspicuous, but sweet as heaven. You have to search and find them. Tou do not see them very often perhaps, but you find where they have been by the brightened face of the Invalid and the sprig: of gerani um on the stand and the new window curtains keeping out the glow of the sunlight. They are perhaps more like the ranunculus, creeping sweetly along amid the thorns and briers of life, giv ing kiss for sting. And many a man who has had in his way some great black rock of trouble has found that they have covered it all over with flow ery jasamine running in and out amid the crevices. These flowers In Christ's garden are not, like the sunflower, gaudy in the light, but wherever dark ness hovers over a soul that needs to be comforted there they stand, night blooming cereuses. But in Christ's garden there are plants that may be better compared to the Mexican cactus thorns without, loveliness within men with sharp points of character. They wound almost every one that touches them. They are hard to han die. Men pronounce them nothing but thorns, but Christ loves them, notwith standing all their sharpnesses. Many a man has had a very hard ground to cultivate, and it has only been through severe trial that be has raised even the smallest scrap of grace. A very harsh minister was talking to a very placid -elder, and the placid elder said to the harsh minister, "Doc cor, I do wish you would control your temper." "Ah." said the minister to the elder. "I con trol more temper in fire minutes than you do in five years. It Is harder for some men to do right than, for other men to do right. The grace that would elevate you to the seventh heaven might not keep your brother from knocking a man down. had a friend who came to me and said. "I dare not join the church." I said. "Why?" "Oh." he said, "I have such a violent temper. Yesterday morning I was crossed very early at the Jersey City ferry, and I saw a milkman pour a large quantity of water into the milk can, and I said to him, 'I think that will do And he Insulted me. and I KnocKea mm down. Do you think I ought to join the church?" Nev ertheless that very same man who was so harsh in his behavior loved Christ and could not speak of sacred things without tears of emotion and affection. Thorns without, sweetness within, the best specimen of Mexican cactus I ever saw. There are others planted In Christ's garden who are always radiant, always Impressive, -more like the roses of deep hue and we occasionally find called "giants of battle;" the Martin Luth rs, St. Pauls, Chrysostoms, "Wycllffes, Latimers and Samuel Rutherfords. What In other men is a spark in them s a conflagration. When they sweat. they sweat great drops of blood. When they pray, their prayer takes fire. When they preach. It is a Pentecost. When they fight, it is a Thermopylae. when they die. It is a martyrdom. You find a great -nany roses in the gardens, but Only a few "giants of bat tle." Men say, "Why don't you have more of them In the church?" I say. Why don't you have in the world more Humboldts and Wellingtons?" God gives to some ten talents, to ethers one. In this garden of the church which Christ has planted also find the snow drops, beautiful but cold looking, seem ingly another phase of winter. I mean those Christians who are precise In their tastes, unimpassioned, pure as snowdrops and as cold. They never shed any tears, they never get excited. they never say anything rashly, they never do anything precipitately. Their pulses never flutter, their nerves never twitch, their indignation never boils over. They live longer than most peo ple, but their life is in a minor key. They never run up to "C" above the staff. In their music of life they have no staccato passages. Christ planted them in the church, and they must he of some service or they would not be there; snowdrops always snowdrops. MOST BEAUTIFUL FLOWER. But I have "not told you of the most beautiful flower in all this garden spoken of in the text. If you see a century plant, your emotions are start led, lou say, "Why, this flower has been a hundred years gathering up fQr one bloom, and it will be a hundred years more before other petals will come out." But I have to tell you of a plant that was gathering up from all eternity and that 1,900 years ago put forth its bloom never to wither. It is the passion plant of the cross. Pro phets foretold it, Bethlehem shepherds looked upon it in the bud, the rocks shook at its bursting anC the dead got up in their winding she.ts to see its full bloom. It is a crimson flower blood at the roots, blood on the branches, blood on the leaves. Its per fume is to fill all the nations. Its breath is heaven. Come, oh winds from the north and winds from the south and winds from the east and winds from the west and bear to all the earth the sweet smelling savor of Christ, my Lord! His worth if all the nations knew. Sure the whole earth Would love him too. Again, the church may be appropri ately compared to the garden, because it is a place of fruits. That would be a strange garden which had in it no berries, no plums or peaches or apri cots. The coarser fruits are planted in the orchard or they are set out on the sunny hillside. But the choicest fruits are kept In the garden. So in the world outside the church Christ has planted a great many beautiful things patience, charity, generosity, integri ty. But he intends the choicest fruits to be in the garden, and if they are not there then shame on the church. Re ligion is not a mere flowering senti mentality. It is a practical, life giv ing, healthful fruit, not posies, but ap ples. "Oh, says somebody, "I don't see what your garden of the church has yielded!" Where did your asylums come from? And your hospitals? And. your institutions of mercy? Christ planted every one of them; he planted them in his garden. When Christ gave sight to Bartimeus, he laid the corner stone of every blind asylum that has ever been built. When Christ soothed the demoniac of Galilee, he laid the cor nerstone of every lunatic asylum that has ever been established. W hen Christ said to the sick man, "Take up thy bed and walk," he laid the corner stone of every hospital the world has ever seen. When Christ said. "I was in prison and ye visited me," he laid the cornerstone of every prison reform as sociation that has ever been organized. The Church of Christ is a glorious gar den, and it is full of fruit. I know there are some weeds that ought to be thrown over the fence. I know there are some crab apple trees that ought to be cut down. I know there are some wild grapes that ought to be uprooted, but are you going to destroy the whole garden because of a little gnarled fruit? You will find worm eaten leaves in Fontainebleau and insects that sting in the fairy groves of the Champs Elysees. You do not tear down and destroy the whole garden because there are a few specimens of gnarled fruit. I admit there are men and women in the church who ought not to be there, but let us be just as frank and adm.t the fact that there are hundreds and thousands and tens of thousands of glorious Christian men and women holy, blessed, useful, consecrated and triumphant. There is no grander col lection In all the earth than the col lection of Christians. There are Chris tian men In every church whose reli gion is not a matter of psalm singing and church going. Tomorrow morning that religion will keep them just as consistent and consecrated in their worldly occupation as it ever kept them at the communion table. There are women with us today of a higher type of character than Mary of Beth any. They not only sit at the feet of Christ, but they go out into the kitchen to help Martha in her work, that she may sit there too. There is a woman who has a drunken husband who haa exhibited more faith and patience and courage than Ridley In the fire. He was consumed in 20 minutes. Hers has been a 20 years' martyrdom. Yonder is a man wfcfo has been. 15 years on his back.unable to feed himself, yet calm and peaceful as though he lay on one of the green banks of heaven, watch ing the oarsmen dip their paddles in the crystal river! Why it seems to ma this moment as if "St. Paul threw to us a pomologist's catalogue of the fruits growing in this great garden of Christ love, joy, peace, patience, character, brotherly kindness, gentleness, mercy; glorious fruit enough to fill all the baskets of earth and heaven. BETTER TREE AND BETTER FRUIT. I have not told you of the better tree In this garden and of the better fruit. It was planted Just outside Je rusalem a good while ago. When that tree was planted, it was so split and bruised and barked men said nothing would ever grow upon It, but no sooner had that tree been planted than it bud ded and blossomed and fruited, and the soldiers' spears were only the clubs that struck down that fruit, and it fell into the lap of the nations, and men be gan to pick it up and. eat it. and they found in it an antidote to all thirst, to all poison, to all sin, to all death; the smallest cluster larger than the famous one of Eshcol, which two men carried on a staff between them. If the one apple in Eden killed the race, this pne cluster of mercy shall restore. Again, the church in my text is ap propriately called a garden because it is thoroughly irrigated. No garden could prosper long without plenty of water. I have seen a garden in the midst of a desert, yet blooming and luxuriant. All around was dearth and barrenness, but there were pipes, aqueducts, reaching from this garden up to the mountains, and through those aqueducts the water came streaming down and tossing up into beautiful fountains until every root and leaf and flower was saturated. That is like the church. The church Is a garden in the midst of n great desert of sin and suf fering, but it is well irrigated, for "for eyes are unto the hills from whence cometh our help." From the mountains of God's strength there flow down rivers of gladness. "There is a river the stream whereof shall make glad the city of our God." Preaching the gospel is one of the aqueducts. The Bible is another Baptism and the Lord's Sup per are aqueducts. Water to slake the thirst, water to wash the unclean, wa- ter tossed high up In the light of the Su.nf Klehteousness showing us the rainbow around the throne. Oh. was there ever a garden so thoroughly ir rigated? You know that the beauty of Versailles and Chatsworth depends very much upon the great supply of water. I came to the latter place, Chatsworth, one day when strangers are not to be admiited. but an Induce ment which always seemed as io:ent with an Englishman as an Am-rican I got in, and then the gardener went far up above the stairs of ston? and turned on the water. I saw it gleam ing on the dry pavement, coming down from step to step until it came so near I could hear the musical rush, and all over the high, broad stairs It came, foaming, flashing, roaring down until sunlight and wave in gleesome wrestle tumbled at my feet. So it is with the Church of God. Every thing comes from above pardon from above, joy from above, adoption from above, sanc tificatin from above. would tn.-.t - .i - i0.- rwj;. the waters j1' salvation t : .urn or. might fiokV clown thiough his heritage and that this day we might each find our places to be "Elims" with 12 wells of water and threescore and ten palm trees. Hark! I hear the latch of the gar den gate, and I look to see who is coming. 'I hear the voice of Christ. "I am coming in, O Jesus! We have been waiting for thee. Walk all through the paths. Look at the flow ers; look at the fruit; pluck that which thou wilt for thyself." Jesus comes into the garden and up to that old man and touches him and says: "Almost home, father; not many more aches for thee. I will never leave thee. Take courage a little longer, and I will steady thy tottering step", I will soothe thy troubles and give thee rest. Courage, old man." Then Christ goes up another garden path, and he comes to a soul in trouble and says: "Peace! AH Is well. I have seen thy tears. I have heard thy prayer. The sun shall not smite thee by day nor the moon by night. The Lord s'hall preserve thee from all evil. He will preserve thy soul. Courage, O troubled spirit!" Then I see Jesus going up another garden path, and I see great excite ment among the leaves, and I hasten up to that garden path to see what Jesus is doing there, and, Io! he is creaking off flowers, sharp and clean. sus Do not kill those beautiful flow ers." He turns to me and says, "I have come into my garden to gather lilies, and I mean to take these up to a higher terrace for the garden around my palace, and there I will plant them, and in better soil and In better air they shall put forth brighter leaves and sweeter redolence, and no frost shall touch them forever." And I looked up into his face and said: "Well, it is thy garden, and thou hast a right to do what thou wilt with it. Thy will be done!" the hardest pray er a man ever made. CHRIST TAKES THF3 BEST FLOW ERS. It has seemed as if Jesus Christ took the best. From many of your house holds the best one is gone. You know that she was too good for this world. She was the gentlest in her ways, the deepest in her affection, and when at last the sickness came you had no faith in medicines. You knew that the hour of parting had come, and when, through the rich grace of the Lord Je sus Christ, you surrendered that treas ure you said: "Lord Jesus, take it. It is the best we have. Take it. Thou art worthy." The others in the household may have been of grosser mold. She was of the finest. The heaven of your little ones will not be fairly begun until you get there. All the kindnesses shown them by im mortals wi:i not make. them forget you. There they are, the radiant thrones that went out from your homes. I throw a kiss to the sweet darlings. They are all well now in the palace. The crippled child has a sound foot now. A little lame child says: "Ma, will I be lame in heaven?" "No, my darling, you won't be lame in heaven." A little sick child says: "Ma, will I be sick in heaven?" "No, my dear, you won't be kick in heaven." A little blind child says: "Ma, will I be blind in heaven." They are all well there. I notice that the fine gardens some times have high fences around them, and I cannot get in. It is so with a king's garden. The only glimpse you ever get of such a garden is when the king rides out in his splendid carriage. It is no so with this garden, this King's garden. I throw wide open the gate and tell you all to come in. No M BIL0, BAD CODHEXMN. The skin is the seat of an almost end less variety of diseases. They are knewn by various names, but are all due to the same cause, acid and other poisons in the blood that irritate and interfere with the proper action of the skin. To have a smooth, 6oft skin, free from all eruptions, the blood must be kept pure and healthy. The many preparations of arsenic and potash and the large number of face powders and lotions generally used in this class of diseases cover up for a short time, but cannot remove per manently the ugly blotches and the red, disfiguring pimples Eternal vlgllanoo Is tho price of a boautlf:;' crcKiploxion when such remedies are rened or.. Mr. II. T. Sbobe, 3704 ,ucas Avenue, St. Louis, Mo., say : " My daughter was afflicted for years With a disgnrui2 eruption on her face, which resisted aU treatment. She waa taken to two celebrated health spring, tut received no bene fit. Many medicines were prescribed, but with out result, until we decided to try 8. S. 8., and by the time tbe first bottle was finished the ersption began to disappear. A doxen bottles cured her completely and left her akin perfectly smooth. She is now seventeen years old, and not a sign of the embarrassing disease has ever returned." S. S. S. is a positive, unfailing cure for the worst forms of skin troubles. It is the greatest of all blood purifiers, and the only one guaranteed purely vegetable. Bad blood makes bad complexions. SSS. .BJSSSW " purines ana invigo rates the old and makes new, rich blood that nourishes the body and keeps the kin active and healthy and in proper condition to perform its. part towards carrying off the impurities from the body. If you have Eczema, Tetter, Acne, Salt Rheum, Psoriasis, or your skin is rough and pimply, send f 01 our book on Blood and Skin Diseases and write our physi cians about your case. No charge what ever for this service. SWIFT SPECIFIC COUPAMT. ATLANTA, GA, from the stem and l "r "Stop J?: I in tbe villag- f Akrn' Ohio beats re" ! y Pns into cabined domiciles hid lotekniaS5jL Xe' York- The heart of J den in the valleys ana parks of the monopoly in religion. Whosoever will may. noose now. between a ursert and a garden. Many of you have tried the garden of this world's delight. You have found it has been a chajrrin. Sr it was with Theodore Hook. He made all the world laugh. He makes us laugh now when we read hi roenu. But he could not make his o .. n heart laugh. While In the midst of his fes- tivities he confronted a looking glass, ' and he saw himself and said: "There. up !n body, mind and puree." So it was OI Shenstone. of whose garden I told you at the beginning of my ser mon. He sat down amid those bowers and said: "I have lost my road to hap piness. Iam angry and envious and frantic and despi everything around me Jusi as it becomes a mad man to CO. I O. ye weary souls, come Into Christ's . garden today and pluck a little hearts-: ease. Christ is the only rest ond the ' only pardon for a perturbed spirit. Do you not think your chance has almost come? You men and wo.sen who have been waiting year after year for some good opportunity In which to accept Christ, but have postponed it 5. 10, t 20, SO years, do you not feel as if now your honor of deliverance and pardon and salvation had come? O man. what grudge hath thou against thy poor soul that thou wilt not let it be saved? Some years ago a vessel struck on the rocks. They had only one lifeboat. In that lifeboat the passengers and crew were getting ashore. The vessel had foundered and was sinking deeper and deeper, and that one boat could not take the passengers very swiftly little girl stood on the deck awaiting for her turn to get into the boat. The boat came and went, came and went, but her turn did not seem to come. After a while she could ait no longer, and she leaped on the taffrail and then sprang into the sea, saying to the boatman: 'Save me next! Save me next!" Oh, how many have gone ashore into God's mercy, and yet you are clinging to the wrecK. of sin! Others have accepted the pardon of Christ, but you are in peril. Why not this moment make a rush for your immortal rescue. crying until Jesus shall hear you and heaven and earth ring with the cry "Save me next! Save me next!" Now is the day of salva tion! Now! Now! (Copyrighted, 1900, by Louis Klopsch.) Henry Wattersou Writes About ltaco Riots In the North. CPhiladelphia North American.) Henry Watterson, editor of the Louisville "Courier-Journal, writes the following as his view of the recent race riots 4n northern cities. "Hard upon the negro riot in the borough of Manhattan the negro riot the western reserve warms to the culture of the Tenderloin. 'Spirit of Joshua Giddings, rise, behold! Is this the fruitage of they abolitionism? Was it for this that thou didst labor and give thy life? "By all the saint from Harriet Bee- cher Stowe to James A. Garfield, but the nigger has fallen on evil times in Iln.i mintrv' Ho ni'il.rl ofa roolv havo God's country! He could scarcely have fared any worse had he stayed at home and nursed little Eva. The newspapers of New Orleans are having lots of fun with the newspapers of New York. It will be observed that although the cases were alike to a "T," the New Orleans nigger distanced the New York nigger in the list of his killed and wounded. In the south, when a nigger goes a-niggering, he generally does the thing at first hand, in an original, niggerly way. while the northern nigger tries to emulate 1 the northern tough and is merely an i imitator. j "Yet we are told it was ia rare sight to see the Astorhilts and the Van ' Waldorfs and others of the old aris tocracy of New York chasing the bad niggers of the Tenderloin down Fifth avenue and driving them into the , dark waters of the bay, to the ringing of the fire bells and the 'booming of cannon from Governor's island. ; "The tall towers of the World and . Tribune must have shaken their sides with glee as the surging, shrieking ! mass of blacks, pursued by the shoot- ing four hundred in. dress suits, swept '. through Printing House square, Mr. Bartholdi's statue of liberty looking on the while with grim surprise. 'TWhiat a pity that Mr Hearst was in Chicago! Happily, however, the Sun was there to shine and the Times to shed its sad moonbeams upon the scene. The Herald, however, had much the best of it, being situaited up j town in the heart of the 'Beau Quartier it was able 'to get snap shots at the leaders of eastern mortality and fash ion as .they dashed out of adjacent clubs and hotels, each holding a gun In one hand and a nigger Jn the other, and before the .bloom and "beauty had quite worn off the tableaux vivants by the long, hot chase down Broadway to the city hall. "One of the most fashionable of New York's clergymen writes us that it was so light he could read his Greek Testament fby the flashes of the pistol shots, and a great author ifrom Har lem says confidentially that his only regret Is that William Asdorf Wald erbllt was out of town. "To a gentleman up a tree this Is, high enough up a tree to survey man kind from iKennebunkport to the Brazos, from Montauk Point to Cor- onado beach these outbreaks- seem curiously alike. There is a deal of hu man nature abroad in the land. The race question is in good truth a seri our question. It involves a problem the solution of which the wisest have not been able to compass the end of which -the most sagacious cannot eee. "Those who know most about it dis card all theorizing and throw them selves (back upon a simple, childlike faith in God, who can Taise up as he can cast down, and who doeth all things well. Meanwhile a white man is a white man and a nigger is a nig ger equally in Swampsoot and Hellfor Sartin, in New Orleans, New York and t Akron. 'Mr. Whitelaw Reld and Mr. James Gordon Bennett spent a great deal of money every year upon the noble jour- nals of which they are the honored fiiafc TTao it v.r vrrn rrefl 'to thpm while organizing fresh air funds and free ice movements, to set apart an nually a few desultory dollars to be laid out upon the better instruction of their editorial corps In the gentle art of learning something about their own country and countrymen, and of ascertaining by personal 'Inquiry and research that there actually are a people and a land much like their own west of the 'Alleghanies and south of the Blue BAdge? 'But yesterday we mourned for New Orleans. Then we mourned for (New York. Now we mourn for Akron. Whose turn next? And, harkee, yen little boys up in the trees of Kalama zoo and Conk'ud, don't you all speak at once!" Rockingham Anglo-Saxon: Miss Sarah Brady, a young lady who has been employed in one of Mr. 'Morgan's mills near Laurel HU1, was brought to Rockingham on the train Tuesday night. She was violently insane, and was with great difllculty that 6he I could be managed at alL REV QUERRY CONFESSES HIS SINS Remarkable Annonncementof a Prom Incnt Id vine, Who Itrfouuces Ills Faith, IU- hurch aud His Wire With Whom Ie I!a Llvt-d lor Twenty Years. Whom God hath Joined together, let w nt asunder." are the words which many a time Rev. B. F. Querry. the Seventh Day Baptist preacher at Raymond. 111., has uttered. In the score of years of his ministry he had wedded many couples of his faith, had buried the dead and consoled the . ..... . i i preached te gospel to the mue iuxvu in his far-away chapel. Yet today he is a wanderer sinless, it Is true has . n, th ond the faith of his fathers. It is hard to say which of his acts of renunciation caused the greatest consternation. As a pracner his repu tation was good; as a husband it was unexceptionable. For twenty years he . has lived In a little cottage, his hard working wife by his side rwr. -mizing the scant earnings of his rural minis I try- Now he says he never loved her. ; nor she him, that their marriage was a sham, and that its burden grew too heavy for them to bear. It was from the pulpit of the church, in open meeting, that Parson Querry made his declaration. It threw the congregation into a tumult, from , which even now it has not recovered. ; In these rustic little communities, ex j citements are scarce, and to them the parson's words were as fateful as were . those of Dean Maitland when he stood . in the pulpit and declared himself a murderer and perjurer. And when he added that he renounced his faith as well as his marriage ties, the primitive congregation held its breatn, and belief was staggered. The married life of this homely country couple had struck all their acquointances as one long swee.t song. They married in the place of their birth, in remote North Carolina. She had been the belle of the countryside there he the noor. strucrirllnir theo- logical student, ambltjous for ordlna- tion. Their marriage surprised their friends, for it was known that she had many far better offers better, that is, in the world's sense. But she seemed to have been destined for a preacher's wife, and after their marriage she en tered into her husband's work with the utmost zeal and painstaking. It was hard work. It was work poorly paid for. It called the couple into many a remote and bleak way.side ove alleys ana parks great mountains. Here the meagre earth gave scant sustenance to her children, and among them Elder Quer ry and his tirelese wife worked and lived. It was not until after their marriage that they came to Raymond, where the parson had been given charge of the church the church at Honey Bend. 1 several miles away. Here were the headquarters of the strange sect, where once a year it met in a great grove. and amid rejoicing and hosannas, the members washed one another's feet. after the Biblical fashion. Here they worked harder and harder, economized closer and closer, and bought a little home. No children were born to them. and they worked and visited together They were the ideal married couple of the countryside, dwelling together i. unity, one flesh. Thus it went from year to year their lives an open book. Every move ment, every little purchase, every out lay of minister's wife was noted and discussed by the congregation, whk-;-. felt that Parson Querry and his wife were their own. Mrs. Querry did all her own housework and her washing, mended and baked, and saved and suf fered. With her husband she still rode the circuit of their congregation and every Sabbath saw her in the lit tle church. Parson Querry worked with an earn estness that begot the confidence of his congregation. He possessed a rude, untutored eloquence that appealed to their mo!t inward souls. He saw the children of those early weadea in his ministry grow to maturity, and many of them wedded in their turn. Early marriages are the custom m these primitive communities. At these cere monies the good pastor discoursed elo quently of love as the real basis ot every true marriage, without which marriage, he declared, was a heresy and a sinv And when the wedding was over, friends of the couple would con gratulate them and hope they might lead happy lives, lives like those of the Hev. Querry and his wife. About six months ago there came to the Querry home a etrage visitor in the guise of a traveling healer of Ills, who .made passes in. the air with his hands and pronounced strange and queer formulas combined of scriptural quotations. Mrs. Querry regarded him with aversion and distrust, but the par son listened, debated, disputed, and. at length, believed. Soon his ministry grew less pleasant, and its duties even became Irksome. He looked coldly at his wife, the helpmeet of his whole lifetime, now, like himself, more than 50 years old. One day in the parlor of their little home the minister, now grown moody and full of gloom, arose and said: "Marietta, there is no love between us. Let us he divorced." She bent her head. But the teach ings of her childhood and the hard ex periences of her married life had made this simple woman a heroine. She held back the tears which rushed to her eyes. "As you will, Benjamin." On the following day the horse was hitched in the little phaeton and the old minister and his calm wife drove to the country town. They asked a di vorce. "Upon what ground?" queried the astonished old lawyer, for he had known them well , "We do not love each other. We have j never loved," said the parson. "That Is not sufficient," replied the lawyer. "You are married and unless legal cause exists for divorce you must remain married." 'And he told them what the legal cause was. Parson Querry left the lawyer's of- CQIE ALL Y00I PAHS WITH Pain-Killer. A Medicine Chest in titll SIMPLE, SAFE AND QUICK CURE FOR II y Cramps, Dlcm ;ioea. Colds, IS H Coughs, Neuralgia, U Rheumatism 25 nJ 50 cent Soiile. BEWARE Or IMITATIONS. BUY CHLY THE GENUINE. I KfcKr:.' DAVIS ' flee and, with the wife by his side. drove back to his ntue rome. "We must part," he said. She waa silent. tm fniinwirir- -nrk saw the annual grand meeting of the sect. Hundreds of farmers with their i amines garner ed at the little church. Tarwvn Oucrrv Arose In the Pulpit and announced his text. The congre gation waited, and tne oin man, r.is voice quivering with emotion, said: "Brethren, I snail not preacn to yo j viv T nm no longer of your faith. Today I renounce it. and ith it you and the frtenasnios i nave iorraea amnntr tou. I have lived a life of sin the wife who has shared my home for nineteen years I nave never loveu. nor do I love her now. I shall leav her tomorrow, and then. too. I hall leave you all." And he sat down. The congregation was thunderstruck and dumb. Mrs. Querry satfl brnt and silent. The parson left tne pulpit and walked out of the church. None da red to follow. "Was he mad?" they asked them selves and then they asked her. But she merely shook her head and was silent. The next day the parson gavo his wife more than half vi the ready money In his possession about IIjQ was her share. Then he deeded her the house and Its contents. With the other $150 and a single bed, and his shotgun, the old man bade wife and neighbors farewell forever, and boarded a train. He said he was going to a remote part of Oklanoma to live and would never return. Ked Hot From tne tiuu A as -he bail that hi: G. C. Steadrr.an, i Nfv.ard. Mich., in the Civil War. It iuse1 horrible Ulcers thai no treat- ci'.t helped for 20 years. Then Buck me Arnica Salve cured him. Cures uts. Bruises. Burns, Boils, Felons, corns. Skin Eruptions. Best Pile cure n earth. 25 cts. a box. Cure guarant- Sold by R. R. Bellamy. Druggist. nockfeller' Full Dinner Pail "Let us assume," obstTves the New York Journal, "that the "full dinner pail is a reality and not a myth. Dot us assume that the workingman who puts In eight or ten hours of exhaust ing labor a day is really able under re publican 'prosperity to put two or three sandwiches, a v.vdge of pie and a pint of coffee Into a tin bucket. Under those conditions t.ie contents of the full dinner pall' may be worth 15 cents. "Mr. John D. nockefeiler has an In come of about J40.000.0u0 a yvur. That Is over $130,000 per working day. Mr. Rockefeller's daily Income would All the dinner pails of SOO.OOv workmen. In other words, lepuWloan prosperity puts the dinners cf IKKXOOO workers Into one man's modist little pail. That Is the republican idea of good times. Nine hundred thousand men ha;-py and grateful because thy can put 15 cents worth of dinner apiece in to their tin buckets, and one man who absorbs as much from their tNimings as the cost of the whole 900.000 dinners put together. "There are scores of monopolists like Mr. Rockefeller, differing only in de gree, and the unearned Incomes of 100 of them could probably pay for the dinners of all the workingmen in the United States. If the policy of favor ing such concentrations of wealth were altered, the workers might have not only full dinner palls, but possi bly some of the little luxuries that re publican policy considers entirely out of their sphere." Kranklln'M Fumou ToaM . Franklin was dining with a small party of distinguished gentlemen, when one of them said: "Here are three nationalities represented. I am French, and my friend here Is English, and Mr. Franklin Is an American. Let each one propose a toast." It was agreed to and the Englishman's turn came first. He arose, and in the tone of a Briton bold said: "Here's -to Great Britain, the sun that gives light to all nations of the earth." The Frenchman was rather taken back by this, but he proposed: "Here's to France, the moon whose magic rays move the tides of the world." Franklin then arose, with an air of quaint modesty, and said: "Here's to George Washington, the Joshua of America, who commanded the sun and moon to stand still and they obeyed." Our Youth's Friend. To lied For luflncuzu. Dr. A. K. Harris, medical officer of health for Islington, .referring to his last annual report to the prevalence of influenza In the parish, says: "Influ enza is an Italian name, first given to this particular affection in the seven teenth century. It Is also known by Its French name. Ma grippe, and also In France as 'Italian fever,' and 'Span ish catarrh.' By Germans it has been called 'Russian influenza.' from the fact that it started from that country In its invasion of Europe, and by the Russians 'Chinese catarrh.' " The doc tor recommends "going to bed at once" as the first, best, and most imperative treatment tor all attacked persons to adopt. If this rule were generally ob served, there would be far less com plications and far fewer deaths.-Lon-don Telegraph. Paper Pillows for Health. Paper pillows are now recommended from a health standpoint Not long ago some economical housewife made the discovery that paper cut very fine made some excellent stuffing for pil lows and this became very popular be cause so cheap and durable. These pil lows have now become auice a fad be cause health-giving qualities are added to their other good points. These pil lows are very cooling In hot weather and in this respect are greatly superior to feathers. The paper is torn or cut in very small pieces, and then put in a pillow sack of drilling or light ticking. Newspapers are not used, as they have a disagreeable odor of printers ink but brown or white paper or old letters and envelopes are the best. The finer tn paper Is cut or torn, the lighter it makes the pillow. A Sermon on Subscription. It has been agreed that newspaper subscriptions are an infallible test of a man's honesty. They will sooner or later discover the man. If he is dis honest he will cheat the printer some waydeclare he has paid when he has not; sent money in the mails which was lost; will take the paper and not pay for It on the ground that he never subscribed for It; or move off and: leave it coming to the office he left. Thousands of alleged Christiana are dishonest In this particular, at least,, and the printer's book will tell fearful tales at final judgment. Her Own Belief. . A college boy and his girl were out driving one afternoon. They had come upon a fine stretch of well shaded road.' "Do you believe In palmistry?" said he; "the reading of the lines of one's hand?" "I believe," said she. "that if I could see lines ia only one of your hands I could foretell that we would have a very pleasant drive." He grasped the lines In one hand and the situation la the other. Exchange..