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How " The Ninety and Nine" Originated With San key Ly F. 1IK religious faiths of tha world have produced many re markabln ami i ...muni lvrics nh on Newman's ''Lead, Tj Kindly Light,' tlio "Nearer, My God, to Tliee," of Sarah Flower Adams, und Cowper's "Clod Moves In a Mysterious I Way." Many of theso were written under peculiarly dra- f matic circumstances, as wu. particularly the case with thoBe by Cowper and Julm Henry Newniim alluded to above. Hut wide as nun beeu their use and their application among fUl..w . . .. .... .1...... f. rna hvmi) tllttt vuiibiiuns 01 an creeus ana seem, ui--iu - ovf-rehadows all others, whether we consider ItB widespread popularity or lt wonderful evangelistic power. This hymn Is "The Ninety and Nine," by the lato Ira D. Sanltey, long the musical associate of Dwlght L. Moody. These two men together were the greiuost foul winners ever known, and the suc cess of their united worlt was undoubtedly largely traceable to Mr. Bankey' songB In general, and t "The Ninety nnd Nine" In particular. Ua unique origin has often been described, but villi hear repetition. "When leaving Clusgow for Edinburgh with Mr. Moody, Mr. Sankey bought a penny religious paper. Gluis. ing over it ai they rode on the cars, Ills eju fill upon u few verses in the corner of the page. One day they had nn unusually Impressive meeting in Kdiiibuigh. In which Dr. Bonur had spok en on "Tim Good Shepherd," At the elose if the address Mr. Moody beckon ed In hiu ,.t. . .. , , . nn-, lu n i n K some! ;nng IIMI'inni line -u, iirst. nu coiiiu think of tint hiiiii no na-u sung so on en; his i- I'ruiirl iliniiL-lif m me paper, win now miii : .i it lie done u iiHiiiLlit cuim to sing Die v rses he put the ver.e.s bcfiir icfore liiin. touched the lu ul,., 1,.. , nuwi iji- ,HIC in i ,,).., .,,,1 found silence. He owl the s:i n h wily. toi'k :i long l.r. at Ii and wondered if bo could sing the sec He trie'' ii anil succeeded. After th.'H it was easy to sing It. When lie linM,,.,! tin- hymn the meeting was all broken down ihrnngs were crying nnd ministers were sobbing nil around blni," lltindrcils were cuincrtnl then and there, while In subsequent years other (lioiisMiuls of souls were naiherej in through the singing of "The Ninety and Nine," Clearly the song was the re sult of n sudden inspiration so far ns Its musi cal setting wns concerned, nnd It may ho doubted If there was ever a sim ilar ens" of spontaneous anil suliseniienllv successful composition. me .mium.v nnu .-Nine literally sung its way around ine worm simple paraphrase (,f (. scripture pnrable appeals to "all sorts and co: of men." mid t. world's hymnology Is the richer for that Sunday nf Inspiration In the Scottish capital which came to Ira D. Sankey. Mi! Sentinel. "The Ninety nnd Nine" literally S .Feet: Some of the Things a Nature' Student Has Noted Ey E. H. Jtitkin f EFERRING to birds and beasts with standard feet, I find R l that tho first outside purpose Tor which they tlnd incm Ber I vlceable is to scratch themselves.. This is a universal need. uui u iwt is liuiiuy ill ninny timer wii;b, a ucu nuu i-uii.iv-ens irottino- Into mv pnrrtim transferred o whnla flower-bed Hto the walk in half an hour. Yet a bird trying to do any 1 thing with Its foot Is like a man putting on his socks stand-- ' ing, and birds as a race have turned their feet to very little L... account outside of their original purpose. Such a simple thing as holding down its food with one foot scarcely occurs to an ordinary bird. A hen will pull about a cabbage leaf and shake it in the hope that a 6mall piece may come away, but It never enters her head to put her foot on it In this and other matters the parrot stands apart and also the hawk, eagle and owl; but these are not ordinary birds. Feasts, having twice as many feet as birds, have learned to apply them to many uses. They dig with them, hold down their food with them, fondle their children with them, paw their friends, and scratch their enemies. One does morn of one thing and another of another, and the feet soon show the ef fect of the occupation, the claws first, then the muscles, and even the bones dwindling by disuse, or waxing stout and Btrong. Then the Joy of doing what it can do well impels the beast further on the same path, and its off spring after it. Of all the feet that I have looked at, I know only one more utterly ridicu lous than the twisted flipper on which the tea Hon props his great bulk la front, and that is the forked fly-flap wrlch extends from the hinder parts of the same, How can It be worth any boast's while to carry such an absurd apparatus wilh it Just for the sake of getting out into the air sometimes and pushing oneself about on the Ico nnd being eaten by Polar bears? The por poise has discarded one pair, turned the other into decent fins, and recovered a grace and power of motion In water which Is not equalled by the greyhound on land. Why have the sials hang back? It is bo difficult to pry into the domestic ways of these sea people but evidently the seals cannot manage It, so they are forced to return to tho land when the cares of matternlty are on them. I have called the feet of these sea beasts ridiculous things and so they are as we see them; but strip off the skin, and lb! there appears a plain foot, with its five digits, each of several Joints, tipped with claws nowise essen tially different, in short, from that with which the toad or frog, first set out In a past too distant for our infirm imagination. Admiration Itself Is par alyzed by a contrivance so simple, so transmutable, and so sufficient for every need that time and change could bring. Deadheads Must Be Coaxed. Concert givers in Germany find It more and more difficult to get an au dience. Free tickets by no means In sure one. A Berlin Journal tells bow audiences at recitals (Berlin often has more than 50 of them In one week), are apt to be made up. Miss N., who plays or sings, sends out about 200 tickets, some of them to prominent persons. One of these Is the wife of Prof. X. She kindly ac cepts the tickets but has no Intention of attending the concert, so she gives them to her dressmaker, who In turn bestows them on her assistants, who possibly may go to the concert. In one case it was found that of 200 free tickets only 47 were used. Musical America. ' The. first piarllcal .sewing, machine the Invention of Elins Howe, which was patented in IS It. Re detail but llii n TuutMv.thli-rt Pui.lm. but that v:io tn lm. Inn verses he had fOUlld u-iw.n ho tiiifi nn Hum for them? Then had found In the paper, anyway. Me l;evs of Hie mean, nnd sang, not know . . wi II,. llt.luh.wl flt'L-t v,rsr inula nn sung Its way around the world. The L conuiuuiig nfternoon tlllwaukee ? Definite Location. Every visitor at the new Capitol at Harrhsburg, Pa., who gets as far as the registration room is expected to write his name In a big book, together wlUi his birthplace and present residence. Not long ago, when a crowd of excur sionists visited the grounds and build ings, a stout girl started to register. She paused, pen pulsed in air, and called out to an elderly lady, comfort ably seated in a big chair, "Mom, vere wa I borned ast?" "Vat you vant to know dat for?" "Dia man vants to put It in dor big book." "Ach!" answered the mother, "you know veil enough la der old stone house." Troy Times. In some of the public schools of Con necticut. a .course -of agriculture--has been Introduced In some of the higher grades. PLEADING. Come bock, dear heart, and love me JI For all Is clink unil drear and colli; I little thought my pride nd chill Would low for trie thy temler fold. Come wilh the blithesome tone and waj I luved no well those uldtn days. Oh. I lmve walled all tliono years. My life has binned to embers low. And In these eyes now ileml to tears Thou'lt rem) Hie unitnisli of my woe Then wilt thou, dear, not come to mo And kiss my lips o tenderly? Ah, yet, dear heart, 1 still murt pray, Though night ami ago are drawing nlgn, Tbou'li fed for me so far away. Anil love me, love me ere 1 die; And with rlrh memories of the I'"' Thou'lt come at last, thou'lt come ut last. George B. Mllllln. HIS MOTHER, tt The cold gray shadows of the win try twilight had enveloped tree and meadow and Bluggish forest stream in their uncertain mist, the factory chim neys flung their fiery banners of smoke against the leaden sky, a basso rilievo that would have made Rem brandt himself rejoice, and the hum of never-ceasing machinery in tho lit tle town rose above the rush- of tho river like the buiz of a gigantic Insect. Charles Emery, the day superintendent in the rolling mills, was Just returning to his home, having been relieved by the night superintendent, and as he walked along, his feet sonndins crisply on the hard frozen earth, he whistled softly to hlnife!f as light hearted as a bird. "You're going with us tonight, Charley, to the opera"? cried a gay voice, and two or three young men came by. For upon that especial evening there was to be an opera In the little town, a genuine New York company, with a chorus, a full orchestra, and all the paraphernalia of scenery and costume which provincial residents so seldom enjoy, and the younger population were on the qui vive of delightful ex pectation. "I am going," said Emery, slowly; "but not with you!'' "But you will change your mind, though," snld Harrison, "when you hear that Kate Miircy is to be of our party Kate Marcy and the Miss Hal lowells and Fanny Hewitt. There are eight of us going. We've kept a seat on purpose for you!" "I have engaged myself to another lady," said Emery. Harrison laughed. "Well, I'm sorry for It,' said he; "but Miss Marcy Is not a girl who need pine for a cavalier. We'll keep the seat for you until a quarter of eight. And let me give you a warn ing, old fellow! Kate Marcy Is a high minded girl it won't do to trifle too much with her!" Charles Emery went on his way rather graver and more self-absorbed. He had asked his mother the day be fore to go, and his mother's eyes had brightened with genuine delight. "Your father often used to take me, Charley," she said, "when we were young people and lived In New York. But It is twenty years and more since I have been to an opera. And if you're quite sure, dear, that there is no young lady whom you would rather take" "As if any young girl In the world could be to me what my own darling mathcr Is!'" replied Emery, smiling across the table to her. "Then I shall be delighted to go," said Mrs. Emery. And her voice and eyes bore witness to the truth of her words. But now that a regular party had been organized, and Kate Marcy had promised to Join it, things looked dif ferent to the young man. For a mo ment he almost regretted that he Bad engaged himself to take his mother. "She would be as well pleased with any concert," he said to himself, "and I should have the opportunity of sitting all the evening next to Kate Marcy. I'll ask her to let me off this time. "She won't care." But when be went into the little sitting room of their humble domain, and saw his mother with her silver gray hair rolled into puffs on either side of her almost unwrinkled brow, ber best black Bilk donned, and tho opal brooch she owned pinned into the white lace folds at her bosom, bis heart misgave him. "I have been trimming my bonnet over with some violet-velvet flowers," said she, smiling, "so as to do you no discredit, Charley; and I have a new pair of violet kid gloves. And now you must drink your tea. I've made some of your favorite cream-biscuit, and the kettle Is nearly boiling. Ob, Charley, you'll laugh at me, I'm afraid, but I feel like a little girl go ing to her first children's party. It's so seldom, you know, that a bit of pleasure comes In my way!'' And then Charles Emery mado up his mind that his mother was more to him in ber helpless old ago and sweet, affectionate dependence, than any blooming damsel whose eyes shone like stars and whose cheeks rivalled the September peach. "Going with some one else!" said Kate Matty; Tather" surprised" find "Hot exactly pleased. She was a tall, beautiful maiden. the belle o:' C --, and rather an belr. ess In her owm right. Bhe llkod Charles Eiei7, and she rather sur mised that ho liked her. And when she had bwen studying up her toilet for the opera, she had selected a blue dress, with blue flowers for her hair and ornaments of turquoise, because Bhe had once heard Mr. Emery say that blue was his fuvorite color. "Going with some else!" Bhe repeat ed. "Well, he bas a right lo suit him self." And she kept within her own soul the Jealousy that disturbed her all the while she was sitting waiting for t'e great green curtain to be drawn no, until, of a sudden, there was a slight bustle in the row of seats be yond, and Emery entered with his mother. Then Kate's overgloomed face grew bright again. She drew a long breath of relief end turned to the stage; it was as If the myriad gaslights had all of a sudden been turned up, as If all the mimic world in the opera house iad grown radiant. Never was a voice sweeter to her ears than the somewhat thin and ex hausted warble of the prima donna; never did scenery glow with such nat ural tints or footlights shine more softly. Kate Mnrey declared the opera was "perfection!" "Yes; but," sold pert little Nina Cummlngs, "do look at Charley Em ery with that little old woman; Why couldn't bo have come and sat with, us?" Kate snld nothing. In the crowd now surfing out of the aisles of the little, opera house she could Bcarcely venture toA'xpress her entire opinion, but she mild In a low, earnest tone, "I don', know what you think of it, Nlnn, but I, for my part, respect Mi. Emery a thousand times more for htfl kindness t his mother." And, aln ost at the same second, eh found heiself looking directly into Charley's cyeii. For a moment only. The crow separated (horn almost ere they could recognize one another, but Kate felt sure and her cheeks glowed scarlet--that he hrl beard her words. "Charley," said little Mrs. Emory, looking Into her son's face as the; emerged Into the veil of softly falling snow which seemed to enwrap tfe whole outer world in a dim, dazzling mysteri-, "who was that girl with the large bue eyes and the sweet facj wrapped into a whlt, fleecy sort of hod the one who said Bhe respected you?" "It was Kate Marcy, mother." "She ha the face of an angel," said Mrs. Emery, softly. The next day Charley went boldly to the old Marcy homestead, whoes red brick gables, sheeted with ivy, rose up out of the leafless elms and beeches, Just beyond the noise and stir of tho busy village. "Miss Marcy," he said, "I heard what you said last night" "It was not meant for your ears, Mr. Emery," said Kate, coloring a soft rosy pink. "But," he pursued, looking her full in the face, "I cannot be satisfied with that, Miss Marcy, I want a warm er feeling. If you could teach yourself to love mo" The dimples came around Kate Marcy's red lips, wreathing her smllo In wondrous beauty. "Mr. Emery,"' she said, "I do love you. I have loved you for a long time." And Charley went home, envying neither king nor prince. "But I never should have loved you so dearly," his young wife told bim afterward, "if you hadn't been so kind to that little mother of yours. In my eyes you never looked bo handsome as when you stood bending over her gray head in the crowded hall of the opera houne that night." . Swearing Box on London Bars. In many public houses at the cor ners of mean streets in London there are boxes on the bar counters which have a peculiar use. They aro called "swearing boxes," and when any customer annoyed by the bad weather, for example, or by some remark from an acquaintance derogator to his facial features or to the reputation of his ancestors, gives vent to an unparliamentary expres slon he has to pay a fine by dropping a penny or in case of a very violent expression as much as threepence into the slit of the box. In a certain public house on the outskirts of London there la one of these swearing boxes, but the pecul iarity of this particular public house Is that it Is almost entirely frequent ed by women. They belong tp a factory on the other side of th way, and un fortunately find that their work tends to constant thirst. One would Imag ine that among women a swearing box would be an unnecessary article of furniture, but in this case it is frequent use. Tit-Bits. , He Was Successful. "Your husband Is a very successful minister, Isn't he?"- "Successful? I should say so! We've mo'Ved" four"trmes'1a five" "yearS,"eaca' time to a bigger city and bigger sal ary." New York Journal. ELEGANCES OF THE PAST. The langnape they are passing n,nJ ' Uko "stung" nnil oil, vuu kid" 4 Seems not to ring with sense uiiifoima A olotlme phrases did. """""nil The "rah, rah." people seem to lik. The racket which they raise Hut modern dictum does not strika The pace of other days. I wish that they might hear the When some one sioocl aloof Ami proud, gome friends In accents lit Would cry "Come off the ion)"" Ami when some lad appeared wilh fun 1 pun his lip we'd shout with real wit: "Say, sunnv, dnei Your mother know you're oul?" The cry "Whon Emma!" Is unhmrd. Likewise, "Pull down vnur vest" wenry soul by anguish silm-d' I'.Nolnlms: "filve-us a rest:1 The rapid times through which w tbll Cnmpel us to agree The art of conversation Is t Not what It used to be. Washington SUr. sh: NON5M5EI Blobbs "What Is Guzzler like whet he's sober?" Slobbs "I don't know I've only known him about nki, years." Philadelphia Record. "Does your husband ever speiOi harshly to you?" "No. Thank heaven, my husband and I are not on speikinj terms." Chicago Record-Herald. Is jour occupation a seJuntarj J One?" "Wl.m- 'Inln't r,,,,l,l- .... v:.- ' lntln'. It's Just elttln' down sewln" b; the day." Baltimore American. "What do you suppose that iimbrel. la manufacturer selected as the mot to of his business?" "What? Put up or shut up.' "Baltimore Ameri can. She "Short stories seem quite tte thing. Just now." He "I should say bo. Nearly every fellow I meet stops and tells me how short he Is." Bos ton Transcript. Ardent Golfer (on the eternal sufc, ject) "They tell me old SimDklnl has gone right off bis baffy " Aunt' Amelia "Ah, I always thought tiat man peculiar!" Punch. ."Honestly, now, hasn't your wits e3r called you a brute?" "I'm not sure." "Nqj: sure! What do you mean by that?" "Is an ass a brute or beast?" Boston Transcript Teacher Now, If your father gave your mother three dollars today and tea dollars tomorrow, what would she have? Small boy She'd have a fit Bostoo Transcript. "When I returned from our poket party last night my wife Just looked at me; not a word was spoken. ; "My wife looked at me, too, and don't believe that a word was un spoken." Houston Post. Amateur "If I can't have the lead ing lady part I Just Bhan't be in tit show, that's all!" Manager "But you will have the leading part; you will be the farm maid, and you will hart to lead the little calf down to the spring several times." Boston Herald. "What makes that young manager so positive In saying he knows more about your great enterprise than you do?" "Perhaps," answered Mr. Du tin Stax, "he Judges me by the ans wers I gave while my business wae under official investigation." Wash ington Star. The cousin from the West "If joo want your girls married; why don't yoe ( take them out West to some thriving mining town?" The Widow Jebb "Ie there any chance there?" "Chance! Why, before the train's slowed down all three would be engaged and by the time you reached the principal bote! you'd he fighting for the bridal suite." Life. More Names in 6tock. The school census taker stopped at a little hut in the mountains of Ken tucky, and addressing the mother ol an unusually large flock of children said: "Madam, I am taking the school cen-' sub. How many children have you be-, tween the ages of 6 and" "Lemme see," she broke In ; "there'l Katy an' Mary, an' Annie an' Lucy, an' Carrie an' Rob, an' Jake an' Will, an' Harry an' Jim, an' " She paused fol a breath and her caller made haste to Bay: "Now, madam, if you could Just giw me the number" "Number !' she snapped; "number! We ain't commenced numberln' yet, thank ye. We ain't run out o' names." Cleveland Leader. One Comfort. "Hailoa, Rivers! You seem to have a bad cold." "Worst I ever had. Banks." "I'm sorry for you, old fellow. Wish , I knew of something that would cure-, you, but I don't." "Give me your hand, Banks" with tears in his eyes. "You're the only man I've seen for three days that hadn't a certain cure." Tit-Bits. Well Rehearsed. "For forty years I have been pw tioing what 4 preeh." "You must have It letter perfect by this time." Louisville Courier-Journal.