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NKWS AND CITIZEN, WEDNESDAY, MARCH 13, 1901.
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HIS BROTHER'S KEEPER;
Of, Christian Stewardship. I
BY CHARLES m! SHELDON, I
Author of "In His Steps," "The Crucifixion of IPhilip Strong," "Robert Hardy's J
Seven Days," "Malcora Elirk," Etc I
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' But he thought to himself that he
was at the very beginning of his prob
lem, and every event complicated the
entire situation. lie could not see the
Outcome. The only thing his heart rest
ed back upon was his newly found life,
Which even in this excitement proved
to be the most triumphant part of his
consciousness. In thinking it over aft
erward he recalled with particular
pleasure the fact that at the very
moment of his leaping In between the
miners and the leveled guns he said to
himself : "I am a disciple of Christ. It
I die, I shall be with him in paradise."
He made his way through the differ
ent groups of miners now crowding In
to the square and went on into the ho
tel. He wanted to inquire about the offl.
Andrew had already gone on be
fore, ,-The landlord ushered Stuart Into the
room where the man had been carried.
The doctor had just arrived.
Stuart went in, and the first person to
meet him was Andrew. He had been
one of the men to help carry the uncou
eclous officer out the ranks. Kneeling
by the side of the wounded man was
the leader of the Salvation Army. She
had at once done the right thing in her
care of the case, and the minute the
doctor saw it he growled out something
about that being the proper treatment.
He quickly went to work and accept
ed the help of the young woman as a
matter of course. Stuart and Andrew
Stood silently by, assisting a little as
the doctor asked for things. "He'll nev
er want to sit for his photograph
Again," remarked the doctor grimly, as
he finally paused and rose to his feet
after doing all in his power. "This
etrike is bringing me in a lot of unsolic
ited practice. I suppose I can send my
bill In to the state for this case. But if
the troops begin to fire into the miners
I shall go bankrupt sewing them up
end sawing off their heads and legs for
nothing. Thank you, madam." The doc
tor turned to the figure In the Salvation
Army costume as she stood calmly
looking down at the still unconscious
officer. "You're a good one to help. You
have been a nurse or I'm mistaken."
"Yes, sir; I eerved a full term Id
Bellevue."
The doctor looked at her with added
respect. "You have the touch of a
lady," he said politely. That was the
height of compliment from him.
"I am one," replied the young woman
demurely. Stuart thought she smiled
faintly. She had a naturally serious
face, but at times It could be remarka
bly winning in Its sudden lighting up
pf the personality.
The doctor coughed to hide his em
barrassment at the reply and then said.
"I should be glad to introduce you u
these gentlemen here, lady," i.6 added,
Irlth a ludicrous hesitation, "if I knew
four name."
"I am Miss Dwight. I am with the
army here for the present," she an
swered, with perfect self possession.
"This Is Mr. Duncan, the owner of
the Champion mines, and this Is Mr.
Burke, the minister of St. John's," said
the doctor, turning to Stuart and An
drew. She turned and bowed quietly, while
the doctor busied himself with his pa
tient again.
"You are Miss Dwight, the daughter
f Allen Dwight?" asked Stuart eager
ly. The minute lie spoke he wished he
could recall his words.
But the exclamation seemed to affect
the young woman only for a moment.
Then she answered, "Yes; Allen
pwight is my father." She added
While a slight color swept over her pale
face: "You played the part of a brave
man today, Mr. Duncan. I want to
thank you in behalf of the poor fellows
who seemed to me so like sheep with
out a shepherd. . How Christ would
have looked on them with compas
sion!" Her gaze was out of the window past
Stuart, who was standing near it. The
square was crowded with the men.
gome one had gone up into the stand
and was speaking. Stuart felt as .nev
er before what a sad and thrilling
Bight a great nnguided multitude was.
For the first time in his life he felt able
to look at it through Christ's eyes. But
he was also agitated over his meeting
with Khena Dwight. She had turned
to the doctor and in a low tone asked a
question. The doctor nodded his head,
and she went out. She did not return,
and Stuart, after seeing that every
thing possible was being done for the
sufferer, started for home.
On the way he had leisure to recall
the facts which the excitement of the
past days crowded out of his mind;
that Allen Dwlght's daughter had some
three years before while Stuart was In
college surprised and astounded the so
ciety circle In New York of which she
bad been the leader by suddenly leav
lng her home and all her fashionable
surroundings to enter the Salvation Ar
my. He remembered what sensational
accounts appeared In the papers. Above
all he recalled vividly the effect the
pews had on her brother, who at the
time was a classmate of Stuart. He
could also remember talking It over
with Louise when he came home for
bis Christmas vacation.
Louise was shocked as deeply as It
was In her capacity to be shocked to
think a girl who had such a career be
fore her, gifted with such talents, mu
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up to fling her life away in the slums
over horrid, dirty, drunken, miserable
people. "She must be crazy." said Lou
ise. "Her father was right In saying,
if the report was true, that Rhena nev
er should come into his home again as
his daughter." His aristocratic family
connections were very deeply disgraced
by the event. His own standing in so
ciety was under a cloud. He felt the
shame of it with great bitterness and
never alluded to it.
All this Stuart called up as he nenred
home. lie had never met Miss Dwight
before and knew nothing of her rea
sons for the complete change In her
life. He wondered thoughtfully if It
had not been something like the expe
rience that had come to himself that
morning.
Louisu met him with the news that
his Aunt Koynl. who had been expected
on the noon train, had telegraphed that
she had waited over a day on account
of the troubles liable to follow the
bringing of the troops. Boss Duncan's
sister had planned for some time to
come and make Louise a visit and be
with her through the winter if Louise
wished.
"Eric lias been calling for you. He is
very nervous. Life isn't worth living
with all this excitement over these la
bor troubles!" said Louise sharply.
"When Aunt Royal comes, I mean to
plan for something besides all this."
Stuart did not reply and went in to
see Eric, while Louise walked into the
parlor and began to thump the piano as
hard as she could. She was angry with
Stuart and vexed with everything in
general.
"Well, old fellow.", said Stuart cheer
fully, "we had an exciting time, but uo
one killed yet. and I think the worst is
over."
"Tell me about it." Eric tried to sit
up a little and nervously moved his fin
gers over the bedclothes.
Stuart briefly described the scene at
the train, and Eric listened with frown
ing brow and strained muscles.
"That Salvation lass must be a brave
one. Who did you say she was?"
"Miss Dwfght. She has just come up
here, I understand, within a day or
two." And Stuart went on to tell Eric
her story as lie knew It. Eric listened
with great eagerness. Then be Inquired
about the meit; how they had behaved,
what they were planning to do. what
the next move would be. whether the
men who had gone on down to the low
er range would probably go into the
mines or whether they would be pre
vented by the miners.
"I tell you, Stuart," said Eric after
tiuestion and answer had been going
for several minutes In this way, "I
must get up out of this, and very soon
too. The doctor can't keep me here two
weeks, because I mean to be carried
down to the square If I can't walk. Now
Is just the time when I ought to be
with the men. If they once begin to
break over the law the cause of labor
will suffer a setback that It cannot re
cover from for yenrs."
"That's true. But there Is a lawless
element already roused that Is growing
worse every day. If a gun had gone off
this noon I doubt If a soldier of the en
tire number of troops would have left
the spot alive. The men would have
climbed over 100 dead bodies to tear
the soldiers In pieces. I think I never
came so near to seeing the claws of the
wild beast In the mob In all my life."
"Ah," replied Eric 'sadly, "I have seen
them more than once. Heaven grant
you don't see what I have." He refer
red to scenes which had occurred when
he was a boy In the coal regions of
England. Stuart had often talked them
over with Eric.
"Amen," answered Stuart, ne re
mained silent then, his thoughts busy
with the events of the morning. He
was casting about for a good opportu
nity to tell Erie his experience at the
beginning of the day. In the midst of
all the perplexing and complicated sit
uatiou in which he was now placed
Stuart went back repeatedly to his
change of attitu.de toward all the facts
of his own life. That must nave been
a tremendous event to hold so supreme
a place In his mind as it did.
Just then Louise went by the dooi
and called out, as she went on Into the
dining room, "Luncheon is ready!" Stu
art had forgotten all abou eating, but
he left Eric to go in and keep Louise
company;
All the time he was eating he felt
that he must tell his sister the facta
about his-what did he call It? The
word "conversion" had always been
distasteful to him, but what had hap
nened to him? Something very reinnrk
able and 'so remarkable that It seized
him and held him In a loving and Joy
ful grnsp, making him feel that all oth
er matters were as nothing compared
with this. He was not of an emotional
nature. His whole education and train
ing were of such a nature that he had
always prided himself on being a re
fined, self possessed man of the world,
telling the truth, living purely, being
strictly honest and brave, but without
exhibition of pnssion or feeling, except
at rare Intervals when a strange, hered
Itary outburst would sweep away all
traditions as If he were mad.
But now he felt as If a new passion
had caught him up and held him; a
new life swayed his whole being; he
was calm, and yet he felt thrilled with
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thin new existence. There was no yes J
teiday any more. Everything was to- ,
day and tomorrow. Jesus was the one j
giral central, throbbing, pulsing, mov
ing impulse with him. lie was a new
111:111. And yet men say. superficially,
sometimes in these days, that the times
of miracles are vue by. Is there a
greater miracle in all t he earth than
when a human being like Stuart Dun
can Is born again, made a new man in
Christ Jesus?
As soon as luncheon was ended Stuart
had resolved what to do. lie must tell
Louise. There must be the truest and
frankest understanding between them
on this matter. It was too vital to be
neglected or passed over or postponed.
"Louise." he said as they went intc
the drawing room together, "I want to
tell you something, now we are alone.''
Louise did not reply, and Stuart went
on, feeling the gap between his sistei
and this new life of his to be wider and
deeper with every word he uttered.
"Early this morning I had a very re
markable experience," Stuart contin
ued. "I had what seemed like a vision
of my real life, and it was very distinct
to me that all these years I had been
neglecting the one most important part
of my life." Stuart hesitated a moment
as Louise sat looking at him in silent
astonishment. "I have decided, Louise,
that I must be a Christian."
There was an embarrassing silence.
Louise colored and looked away from
Stuart. At last she said in a low voice,
"What do you mean?"
Stuart did not know what to say at
first. He felt that Louise would not
understand him, but he spoke with the
directness and simplicity that seemed
demanded by the occasion.
"I mean, dear, that I am going to
live a new life, with God's help. I look
at everything differently. I never used
to think of Christ as anything more
than n historical figure. Now lie seems
to me like a personal friend. More than
that, he seems to be my own personal
Saviour. I never knew before what the
words 'saved' and 'salvation' meant to
me. Now they are real. They apply to
my own condition. I seem to look at all
the events of life, my own and others,
In the light of eternity. It is difficult
for me to make all this clear to you,
Louise. Would you understand it any
Louise tiirncil about on the piano ttool
urn! ttrur.H a fciv chorda.
better if I should use the old word 'eon
version' aud say I had an experience
this morning that has converted me to
a Christian life?"
"No; I don't know that I would," Lou
ise replied coldly. She had gone over
to the piano and sat down on the stool
facing Stuart, but not looking Into his
face.
"Can't you understand me, Louise?"
cried Stuart. His disappointment was
very great, although he had been pre
pared for something of this kind before
be spoke.
"No, I don't understand, Stuart. It la
very strange. You seem to think you
haven't been a Christian all this time.
You speak as If I wasn't one."
"Are you. Louise?" asked Stuart gen
tly. But the question provoked her as
be had not foreseen. He washed strong
ly afterward that he had not put It. It
seemed as If he was judging her from
his own Christian experience, not yet a
day old.
"Yes, I am! What am I? A heathen?"
Louise stamped her foot, as she always
did when angry. Stuart saw that her
thought of the word was not his. He
remained silent, and Louise turned
about on the piano stool and struck a
few chords fitfully. Then she wheeled
back and said bluntly: "What are you
going to do? Join the Salvation Ar
my?" Stuart shrunk back as if from a blow,
It was all so contrary to his experience
that he was entirely unable to shape
his speech as usual. He was silent un
til Louise repeated her question.
"I shnll join the St. John's church.
And I may Join the army too. I un
derstaud people can do that without
belonging to the ranks in one way."
Louise rose to her feet with a look of
scorn that Stuart could not endure.
"Well, father ought to be here to see
all this! He would want to know if
this Is Stuart Duncan, his son."
"It is true he would not see the old
Stuart Duncan," replied Stuart, with
a noble dignity that even Louise could
not help noticing, "but he would find a
better one, I hope. Louise, dear, I wish
you could understand Just what I've
felt. It Is Impossible for me to look on
very many things as I did once. I
want to say this to you now, so thnt
you will not be surprised at certain
events which may take place in the
future."
"To what do you refer? To yout
Joining the army? I suppose the lead
er is an attraction Just now. I hear
Miss Dwight has been sent up to take
charge."
It was as cruel and harmful a fling
as Louise could be guilty of. But she
was stung Into bitterness by many
events of the past few days, and hei
seinsn, nnrrow nature had more than
once delighted to make Stuart suffer.
Stuart was pale to his lips. Hit
Christian experience, bis "conversion.."
as he could call it, was not more sa
cred to his thoughts than the memory
of the army leader and the thought ol
her sacrifice and surrender of all that
niost young women count dear.
"Louis.!" he cried, and if he had not
been iu the grasp of a better strength
here he would have been swept intc
one of his old time bursts of passion.
"Louise, ou do not know what you
wound. You must not harm my con
ception of Christ or cast any dishonoi
on his work in my forgiven soul. You
have no right."
He spoke on sternly and yet with so
much evident right defense of his in
ner motives that Louise was frighten
ed. She might perhaps have, asked
Stuart's pardon, but he, fearing to
prolong the conversation, went out ol
the room and In to see Eric. Louise,
after standing idly by the piano a few
minutes, at last went up stairs to hei
own room.
Stuart sat down by Eric and asked
the nurse to leave them alone a little
while. He was suffering from his in
terview with Louise, but he wanted to
tell Eric his experience. It seemed to
him necessary before he went on with
his life another day.
In a few sentences he told Eric his
experience of the morning. Eric lis
tened in wonder. He was Very weak.
He grasped Stuart's hand and pressed
It feebly when he paused In his narra
tive. , I
"I never had any such 'leading,' as
our men call It. I joined the army be
cause I believed It was the only kind
of Christianity that can really help
things much."
"But how is it, Eric? Do you feel
a personal relationship to Christ as a
Saviour?" .
"Yes, I think I do. But it Is not sa
plain to me as I would like."
"That is the most astonishing thing
to me," replied Stuart thoughtfully
"You know I never had any idea ot
ever talking about salvation or a
Saviour. You don't remember, do you,
that we ever talked on this subject be
fore?" Eric shook his head.
"And yet, now," continued Stuart
reverently, "I seem to feel as I never
felt or expected to feel less than a day
ago. I can't explain it, Eric, but Christ
seems the most real of all realities in
my life. I can put it in this way:
Henceforth I do not feel able or willing
to do anything without first asking,
'Would Christ approve this?' Would
he say. 'Do it?' "
"Does that apply to your use of prop
erty and money and the present mine
troubles?" asked Eric bluntly.
"Yes." The answer came with a
positive conviction that thrilled the
pale face on lie pillow. "Yes; my
whole life is changed. All my relations
to my fellow men, all my possessions
and their use, all that belongs to my
powers of any kind, seem uuder the
law of this new indwelling. Eric, do
you believe in the fact of God actually
dwelling In man?"
Eric did not reply at once. There
was a thoughtful silence.
"Yes, I believe It. I don't see It very
plain. But If you feel as you say you
do it will change matters In the rela
tions you bear to the men and all
around."
"Of course. I don't see details yet,
but I feel willing to walk where the
light shines. Eric, old friend, life even
under our present troublous conditions
seems like a very great, grand thing
to me now."
"I am glad for you," replied Eric
simply.
Stuart saw that he was not able to
endure much, and he called the nurse
back soon after that and went out.
But that brief communion did the two
men much good.
It was now nearly 3 o'clock. Word
rarae up to Stuart that the men who
had been persuaded to leave had gone
back on the first train east. There
had been a great demonstration, and
then the miners had disappeared, many
of them going on down to the lower
range to help the men there In their
dealings with the remaining strangers.
Matters were quiet In Champion as
the day wore on, and there was no
news of an exciting character from be
Ijw. The owners there had not tried
to set the new men to work, but were
evidently waiting for a large addition
of the force to come In from the south
and west. These would not pass
through Champion.
Affairs were In this waiting condi
tion the next day at noon when Stu
art's Aunt Royal came.
She was a large, showy woman, a
slave to society and a thorough woman
of the world, a born diplomat and
financier. She had very determined
views of life and among them was the
conviction that one might as well be
dead as out of the fashion or out of so
ciety. She spoke of the people who
were not In society as "the masses,"
the "common people, you know," when
ever she mentloued them at all. She
had Inherited a large amount of mon
ey, a grent deal of which was Invested
In tenement and saloon property In
New York. This Is a very plain and
perhaps shocking revelation of Aunt
Royal's main means of support, but It
Is a historical fact and goes with n
biography of her person. Besides, who
does own most of the saloon and tene
ment property of New York and get
the rentals from It?
'A sum up briefly, Aunt Royal was
very much like her brother, the late
Ross Duncan, with the exception of his
gruff and hard manner of speech
Aunt Royal' spoke very sweetly and
gently always. A Freuch revolution
In New York would not have provoked
a rough or elevated tone of voice from
Aunt Royal. She hnd little education,
as her father had been a market gar
dener In one of the city suburbs. It
was there he hnd begun to make his
money, and Aunt Royal as a girl had
helped him, more than ouce driving a
wagon load of vegetables and frultt
, Into the city. She never spoke of that
The first word Louise said was,
"Aunt, you have come to stay all win
ter, I hope?"
"I think so. Yes, I would be glad to
escape from the whirl this winter foi
a change."
"We're having a little 'whirl' up here,
madam," remarked the doctor, ' who
hnd come up to see Eric thnt afternoon
and was standing in the-hall where
Louise greeted her aunt.
"Ah, Dr. Saxon," said Aunt Royal,
"I am delighted to see you .again!" In
reality she hated the doctor vigorous
ly, and the doctor returned her feeling
with luteitst. "You are having trou
ble up here, you mean? I suppose it
will soon be quiet. These people will
soon be driven to work again. They
never make anything by these upris
ings." "No. ma'am, only work for the doc
tors," replied Saxon, ne went Into
Eric's room, and Aunt Royal and Lou
ise went up stairs.
' "So you have one cf these people In
tee hour;e. Don't you consider that
rather dangerous?" Aunt Royal said
In her sweet, clear voice as she was
going up the broad staircase with hei
niece.
Eric from where he lay heard every
syllable distinctly. He had met Aunt
Royal once, and the meeting was not a
pleasant memory. He hnd never been
able to keep from choking when he
thought of the condescending air with
which this woman had expressed her
self to him on the occasion of his sav
ing Stuart's life. It was very much as
if he had been a Newfoundland dog
and she had patted him on the head for
pulling Stuart out of the water by the
teeth.
"When do you think I can get out ot
here, doctor?" he asked almost roughly.
"Not for a week anyway. You're get
ting on well. Don't mind her. I'd hate
to have the job of being her family
physician. I don't believe she has any
real heart. It's a piece of leather with
valves, warranted to let just so much
blood through, and only so much, every
beat. She hasn't any more real circu
lating system than a frog."
Eric stared at the doctor. He had
never heard the doctor at his very
gruffest say anything so harsh. The
doctor seemed ashamed Immediately
and tried to apologize by saying:
"I ought not to have said that, but I
feel better for it."
Two days went by, and still the situ
ation between the mine owners and the
strikers remained nearly the same. The
owners at the lower range had not yet
succeeded in getting enough men iu to
go to work. Several of thorn who had
gone ou from Champion had been per
suaded to leave. The troops were still
at De Mott. and the speeches of the
miners iu their daily meetings at the
park were growing more bitter agaiust
them. The wounded officer at the ho
tel was recovering. His friends had
come up to take care of him, and the
doctor thought he could go home at the
end of the week. Andrew Burke had
proved a delightful companion to the
officer. He had moved some of his
choicest roses down into the room and
had himself proved the truth of the
proverb, "A merry heart doeth good
like medicine."
It was Friday night that the Vas
plaines had invited Aunt Royal, Lou
ise and Stuart to a quiet dinner at their
house. Stuart did not want to go. lie
knew what the company would be, and
he had no liking for the young Vas-
plaine who for a year or two now was
evidently trying to win the favor of
Louise. Stuart, even before the expert
ence which made life a new thing for
him. never had any fellowship except
that of an acquaintance with Vas
plaine, and he knew enough about him
to dislike his immoral character and
his general make up as a man.
The family was exceedingly wealthy
and next to the Duncans' their house
was the finest in Champion. It was
built at the other end of the valley to
ward the park. The elder Vasplalne
had retired some years before. His
brother and his son carried on certain
lumber and copper Industries north of
Champion. They were not directly in
terested In the Iron mines, except as
they were involved in the general con
dition of business, all of which, of
course, felt the effect of the strike.
There was also in the family a daugh
ter, Miss Una Vasplalne, a young wo
man about Louise's age. The girls
had been playmates.
Stuart was sitting by Miss Vasplalne
at this dinner, and the conversation
was general all about him. He was
just replying to a question put by his
companion, and she had rallied him on
his serious appearance. Miss Una was
vivacious, a striking looking girl, and
Stuart in the old days bad always
found her an agreeable talker. He
smiled In reiwr to her question and
was on the point of answering when
the whole company received a shock
that set the ladies screaming and the
gentlemen starting to their feet In
alarm.
The large dining room fronted on the
veranda, and a magnificent plate glass
window extended from the floor almost
to the ceiling, looking out on the pine
tree lawn. The night was clear and
frosty. It was growing late In the sea
son, and winter would soon set In; the
ground was bare now and dry. The
moon was Just coming up over the Da
vis hill range.
Suddenly through this window a
chunk of Iron ore came crashing right
over the table. It scattered the glass
In every direction, crashed through the
pendants of the electric chandelier and
smashed Into the mirror over the side
board, knocking it Into splinters, and
then, falling down on the sideboard It
self, broke the glassware and dishes
right aud left.
The affair was so unexpected, It came
so without warning, thnt the compa
ny was terrified and altogether shock
ed. Aunt Royal w as the first to speak.
"That's the work of some of youi
oreclous strikes."
fay
WirnLl
A chunk of iron ore enrnr, crashing right
over the talilc
"I don't believe it," Stuart shouted.
In his heart he cursed the saloon and
all its great wickedness. He believed
the hand that flung the ore was rum
crazed.
The men all rushed out on the veraa-.
da, and the elder Vasplalne, thorough
ly incensed at the outrage, ordered hi
horses out, and as soon as they were'
ready he and his brother started oB
down the road in pursuit. Word was
sent to the police force in Champion ot
the affair. Stuart remained with the
ladies for awhile, and then, as young
Vasplalne volunteered to escort them
home, he hurried down into the town
to investigate the matter. He did not
believe any of the miners would do
such a thing. They had done enough
that had prejudiced the owners against
them, but only when under the influ
ence of drink. Besides. Vasplalne was
not an owner now, although he bad
boon years before.
Stuart found everything quiet in the
town. Mcst of the miners were still
in De Mott. It was murmured that n
large load of men was coming in that
night. He remained at the office a
little while and then started out foi
home.
As he came out on the street he saw
the Salvation Army. It was kneeling
at the corner for its outdoor meeting
just liefoie going to its hall to bold its
regular service. Rhena Dwiirht was
kneeling right ou the hard stones ot
the pavement offering a prayer. Stuart
could not hear the words, but lie could
see the pale, earnest face. He hesi
tated where lie was. He' thought he
would go on home. Then he thought
be would go into the hall and see
what kind of a meeting the army had.
At last as the army rose and went by
up the street beating its drum be turn
ed slowly and walked in the same di
rection. Just as he entered the ball he
might have heard if he had not been
too absorbed in where he was going a
sound borne over the frosty ground
and through the clear mountain ail
from the direction of De Mott It was
the sound of thousands of feet strik
ing the earth and coming toward
Champion. Continued nest week.
Ancient l"e of the Sheep,
In those old times when human In
dustries were not even in their infancy
for they bad not yet been born except
so far as regards the pursuit of agricul
ture, and even this was of the merest
beginning the sheep was the principal
support of the human race, says The
Sheep Breeder. It furnished clothing,
meat, milk, batter and cheese, for then
the cow was not used for the dairy.
When young David took those cheeses
and loaves and butter to his brothers
when they were fighting the Thilistines
and the giant Goliath was the champion
of the enemy, he carried the products
of the flock nnd not of the herd, and
the sheep was the chief dairy animal
for ages down to quite modern historic
al times. The lambs were largely used
for food and for sacrifices, and the
ewes then were milked to supply the
domestic demands. And this fact may
be turned to good use even in our mod
ern flocks. For when a lamb Is lost by
any accident, the ewe may just as well
be milked, as Indeed at times it is nec
essary to save her from serious harm
by overstocking the udder. It is neces
sary anyhow that she lie relieved for
some days, gradually drying her, and
the milk will be a very desirable addi
tion to the ranger's breakfast of black
coffee and hard tack. Indeed it may bo
given if not taken In this way to some
superior ram lamb, which by double
feeding may be made a show lamb and
at maturity become a very valuable
stock animal. It Is better to feed one
lamb on two ewes than to put two
lambs on one ewe.
THE RIGHT THING TO PUT ON,
(Benson's Plaster is Pain's Master.)
From the natural impulse to "put some
thing ou" a piiiuful spot all application
for the relief of puiu huve arisen.
The most successful have ever been poul
tices or plasters, and the best of these is
Benson's l'orous Plaster.
No other has anything like the same
power as a curative Hgeut; it is highly and
scientifically medicated, and, its standard
is advanced year by year.
Use Benson's Blaster for coughs, colds,
chest diseases, rheumatism, grip, neuralgia,
kidney trouble, lame back, aud other ail
meuU that make Winter a season of suffer
ing and danger. It relieves and cures
quicker than any other remedy.
l)o not accept Capsicum, Strengthening
or Belladonna plasters in place of Benson's,
as they possess none of its curative power.
Insist on having the genuine.
The people of every oivilizod land have
testified for years to the superlative merH
of Benson's Blasters; and 5,000 physicians
anil druggists of this country have declared
them worthy of public confidence.
In official comparisons with others, Ben
son's Blasters have been honored with
Jlfty-flvt highest awards.
For sale by all druggists, or we will pre
pay postage on any u.imber ordered in th
United States on the receipt of 25c. each.
Accept no imitation or substitute.
Beabury i ohnsoa, altg. Chemist, h.V