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LIFE IN RETROSPECT; Dr. Talmage Calls the Roll of Stirring Memories. DRAWING HELPFUL LESSONS From Past Experiences and Vi. cissitude. Advantages of Early Home Teachings and Surroundings. This sermon of Dr. Talmage calls the roll of many stirring memories and in terprets the meaning of life's vicissi tudes. The text is Psalms xxxix. 3, 'While I was musing the fire burned." Here is David, the psalmist, with the forefinger of his right hand against his temple and the door shut against the world, engaged in contemplation. And would be well for us to take the same posture often while we sit down in sweet solitude to contemplate. In a small island off the coast of Nova Scotia I once passed a Sabbath in delightful solitude, for I had resolved that I would have one day of entire quiet before I entered upon autumnal work. I thought to have spent the day in laying out plans for Christian work, but instead of that it became a day of tender reminiscence. I reviewed my pastorate; I shook hands with an old departed friend, whom I shall greet again when the curtains of life are lifted. The days of my boyhood came back and I was 10 years of age, and I was 8, and I was 5. There was but one house on the island, and yet from Sab bath daybreak, when the bird chant woke me, until the evening melted into the bay of Fundy, from shore to shore there were ten thousand memories, and the groves were a-hum with voices that had long ago ceased. Youth is apt too much to spend all its time in looking forward. Old age is apt too much to spend all its time in looking backward. People in midlife and on the apex look both ways. It would be well for us, I think, however, to spend more time in reminiscence. By the constitution of our nature we spend most of the time looking forward. And the vast majority of people live not so much in the present as in the future. I find that you mean to make a reputa tion, you mean to establish yourself. and the advantages that you expect to achieve absorb a great deal of your time. But I see no harm in this, if it does not make you discontented with the present or disqualify you for existing duties. It is a useful thing sometimes to look back and to see the dangers we have escaped and to see the sorrows we have suffered and the trials and wan derings of our earthly pilgrimage and to sum up our enjoyments. I mean, so far as God may help me, to stir up your memory of the past, so that in the review you may be encouraged and humbled and urged to pray. There is a chapel in Florence with a freseo by Guido. It was covered up with two inches of stucco until our American and European artists went there, and after long toil removed the covering and retraced the fresco. And I am aware that the memory of the past with many of you, is all covered up with obliterations, and I now propose, so far as the Lord may help me, to take away the covering, that the old picture may shine out again. I want to bind in one sheaf all your past advantages, and I want to bind in another sheaf all your past adversities. It is a precious h.arv est, and I must be cautious howl Iswing the seythe. Among the greatest advantages of your past life were an early home and its surroundings. The bad men of the day, for the most part, dip their iheated ptassions out of the boiling spring of an anhappy home. We are not surpnised to fn'i that Byron's heart was a con centration of sin when we hear his mother was abandoned and that she made sport of his iniirmity and often called hima "the lame brat." He who has vicious praents has to fight every inch of his way if he would maintain hi5 integrity and at last reach the home of the good in heaven. Perhaps your early home was in a city. It may have been when Pennsylvania avenue, Washington, was residential, as now it is commercial, and Canal street, New York was far up town. That old house in the city may have been demolished or changed into stores, and it seemed like sacrilege to you, for there was more meaning in that small house than there is in a granite mansion or a turreted cathedral. Looking back, you see it as though it were yesterday-the sitting room, where the loved one sat by the plain lamp light, the mother at the evening stand, the brothers and sisters, perhaps long ago gathered into the skies then plotting mischief on the fior or under the table, your father with firm voice commanding a silenee that lasted half a minute. Oh, those were good days! If you had your foot hurt, your mother always had a soothing salve to heal it. If you were wronged in the st.reet, your father was always ready to protect you. The year was one round of frolic and mirth. Your greatest trouble waE an April shower, more sunshine than shower. The heart had hot been ransacked by trouble, nor had sickness broken it, and no iamb had a warmer sheepfold than the home in which your childhood nes tied. Perhaps you were brought up. in the country. You stand now today in mem ory under the old tree. You clubbed it for fruit that was not quite ripe, be cause you could'nt wait any longer. You hear the brook rumbling along over the pebbles. You step again into the furrow where your father in his shirt sleeves shouted to the lazy oxen. You frighten the swallows from the rafters of the barn and take just one egg and silence your conscience by saying they will not miss it. You take a drink again out of the very bucket that the old well fetched up. You go for the cows at nmght and find them pushing their heads through the bars. Ofttimes in the dusty and busy streets you wish you were home again on that cool grass or in the rag capeted hall of the farm. house, through which there came the breath of rnew mown hay or the blossom of buckwheat You may have in your windows now beautiful plants and flowers brought from across the seas, but not one of them stirs in your soul so much charrn and memory as the old ivy and the yel geh sunflower that stood sentinel along the garden walk and the forget-me-nots llaying hide and seek mid the long orass. The father who use to come in sunburned from the field and sit down on the doorsill and wipe the sweat from his brow may have gone to his everlast ing rest. The mother who used to si. at the door a little bent over, cap and spectacles on, her face mellowing with the vicissitudes of many years, may have put down her gray head en the pillow in the valley, but forget that home you never will. Have you thanked thD 'essei reminiscees: vu: , thek God frt a Christian fatho! Thank God for a Christian mother! Thank God for an early Christian altar at which you were taught to kneel! Thank God for an early Christian home! I bring to mind another passage in the history of your life. The day came when you set up your own household. The days passed along in quiet blessed ness. You twain sat at the table morn ing and night and talked over your plans for the future. The most insig nificent affair in your life became the subject of mutual consultation and ad visement. You were so happy you felt you never could be any happier. One day a dark cloud hovered over your dwelling, and it got darker and darker. but out of that cloud the shining mes senger of God descended to incarnate an immortal spirit. Two little feet started on an eternal journey, and you were to lead them, a gem to flash in heaven's coronet. and you to polish it. Eternal ages of light and darkness watching the starting out of a newly created creature. Xou rejoiced and you trembled at the responsibility that in your possession an immortal treasure was placed. You prayed and rejoiced and wept and wondered. You were ear nest in supplication that you might lead it thxough life into the kingdom of God. There was a tremor in your earnestness. There was a double interest about that home. There was an additional inter est why you should stay there and be faithful, and when in a few months your house was filled with the music of the child's laughter you were struck through with the fact that you had a stupendous mission. Have you kept that vow? Have you neglected any of these duties? Is your home as much to you as it used to be? Have those anticipations been gratified? God help you in your sol emn reminiscence, and let his mercy fall upon your soul, if your kindness has been ill requited. God have mercy cn the parent on the wrinkles of whose face is written the story of a child's sin. God have mercy on the mother who, in addition to her other pangs, has the pang of a child's iniquity. Oh, there are many, many sad sounds in this sad world, but the saddest sound that is ever heard is the breaking of a mother's heart' I find another point in your life his tory. You found one day you were in the wrong road; you could not sleep at night; there was just one word that seemed to sob through your banking house or through your office or your shop or your bedroom, and that word was "eternity." You sa'd: "I am not ready for it. Oh, God have mercy!" The Lord heard. Peace came to your heart. In the breath of the hill and in the waterfall's dash you heard the voice of God's love; the clouds and the trees hailed you with gladness; you came into the house of God. You remember how your hand trembled as you took up the cup of the communion. Yuu remember the old minister who consecrated it, and you remember the church officials who carried it through the aisle; you remember the old people who at the close of the service took your hand in theirs in congratulating sympathy, as much as to say, "Welcome home, you lost prodigal," and, though those hands be all withered away, that communion Sabbath is resurrected today. It is resurrected ,vith all its prayers and songs and tears and sermons and transfigura tion. Have you kept those vows? Have you been a baekslider? God help you. This day kneel at the foot of mercy and start again for heaven. Start now as you started then. I rouse your soul by that reminiscence. But I must not spend any more of my time in going over the advantages of your life. I just put them in one great sheaf, and I call them up in your memory with one loud harvest song, such as the reapers sing. Praise the Lord, ye blood bought immortals on earth! Praise the Lord, ye crowned spirits of heaven. But some of you have not always had a smooth life. Some of you are now in the shadow. Others had their troubles years ago. X ou are a mere wreck of of what you once were. I must gather up the sorrows of your past life. But how shall I do it? You say that is im possible, as you have had so many trou bles and adversities. Then I will just take two-the first trouble and the last trouble. As when you are walking along the street and there has been music in the distance you unconsciously find yourselves keeping step to the music, so, when you btarted life, your very life was a musical time beat. The air was full of joy and hilarity. With the bright clear oar you made the boat skip. You went on, and life grew brighter, until after awhile suddenly a voice from heaven said, "Halt!" and quick as the sunshine you halted, you grew pale, you confronted your first sorrow. You had no idea that the flush on your child's cheek was an un healthy flush. You said it cannot be anything serious. Death in slippered feet walked round about the cradle. You did not hear the tread. But after awhile the truth flashed on you. You walked the floor. Oh, if you could, with your strong, stout hand, have wrenched that child from the destroy er! You went to your room and you said: "God, save my child! God, save my child!" The world seemed going out in darkness. You said, "I can't bear it; I can't bear it." You felt as if you could not put the long lashes over the bright eyes, never to see them again sparkle. If you could have taken that little one in your arms and with it leap ed the grave, how gladly you would have done it! If you could let your property go, your houses go, your land and your storehouse go, how gladly you would have allowed them to depart if you could only have kept that one treasure! But one day there came up a chill blast that swept through the bedroom, and instantly all the lights went out, and there was darkness-thick, murky, impenetrable. shuddering darkness. But Giod did not leave you there, Mercy spoke. As you took up the bitter cup to put it to your lips God said, "Let it pass," and forthwith, as by the hand of angels, another cup was put into your hands. It was the cup of God's conso lation. And as you have sometimes lifted the head of a wounded soldier and poured wine into his lips, so God puts his left arm under your head and with his right hand he pours into your lips the wine of his comfort and his consolation, and you looked at the empty cradle and looked at your broken heart, and you looked at the Lord's chastisement, and you said, "Even so, Father, for so it seemeth good in thy sight!" Ah, it was your first trouble. How did you get over it? God comforted you, You haze been a better man ever since. You have been a better woman ever since. In the jar of the closing gate of the sepulcher you heard the clanging of the opening gate of heaven, and you felt an irresistible drawing heavenward. You have been spiritually better ever since that night when the little one for the last time put its arms around your neck and tamma. Mat me in heam. Buttl must come to your latest sor row. What Was it? Perhaps it was sickness. The child's tread on the stair or the tick of the watch on the stand disturbed you. Through the the long weary days you counted the figurcs in the carpet or the flowers in the wall paper. Oh, the weariness of exhaustion! Oh, the burning pangs! Would God it were morning, would God it were night, was your frequent cry. But you are better, or perhaps even well. Have you thanked God that today you can come out in the fresh air; that you are in your place to hear God's name and to sing God's praise and to implore God's help and to ask God's forgiveness? Blessthe Lord who healeth all our diseases and re deemeth our lives from destruction. Perhaps your last sorrow was a finan cial embarrassment. I congratulate some of you on your recrative profesiion occupation, on ornate apparel, on a commodious residence-everything you put your hands on seems to turn to gold. But there are others of you who are like the ship on which Paul sailed where two seas met, and you are brok en by the violence of the waves. By an unadvised indorsement, or by a con junction of unforeseen events, or by fire or storm, or a senseless panic, you have been flung headlong, and where you once dispensed great charities now you have hard work to win your daily bread. Have you forgotten to thank God for your days of prosperity and that through your trials some of you have made investments which will con tinue after the last bank of this world has exploded and the silver and gold are molten in the fires of a burning world? Have you, amid all your losses and discouragements, forget that there was bread on your table this morning and that there shall be a shelter for your head from the storm, and there is air for your lungs and blood for your eye and a glad and glorious and trium phant religion for your soul? Perhaps your last trouble was a be reavement. That heart which in child hood was your refuge, the parental heart, and which has been a source of the quickest sympathy ever since, has suddenly become silent forever. And now sometimes, whenever in sudden annoyance and without deliberation you say, "I will go and tell mother," the thought flashes on you, "I have no mother." Or the father. with voice less tender, but with heart as lovine. watchful of all your ways, exu iant over your success without saying i ;A although the old people do talk it vver by themselves, his trembling haLd on that staff which you now keep as a fam ily relic, his memory embalmed in grateful hearts-is taken away forever. Or there was your companion in life, sharer of your joys and sorrows, taken, leaving the heart an old ruin, where the ill winds blow over a wide wilderness of desolation, the sands of the desert driv ing across the place which once blom ed like the garden of God. And Ab:a ham mourns for Sarah at the cave of Machpelah. As you were moving along your path in life, suddenly, right before you, was an open grave. People looked down, and they saw it was only a few feet deep and a few feet wide, but to you it was a cavern, down which went all your hopes and all your expecta tions. But cheer up, in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ, the Comforter. He is not going to forsake you. Did the Lord take that child out of your arms? Why, he is going to shelter it better than you could. -He is going to array it in a white robe and palm branch and have it all ready to greet you at your coming home. Blessed the broken heart that Jesus heals! Blessed the importunate cry that Jesus compassion ates! Blessed the weeping eye from which the soft hand of Jesus wipes away the tear! Some years ago I was sailing down the St John river, which is the Rhine and the Hudson commingled, and while I was on the deck of the steamer a gen teman pointed out to me the places of interest, and he said, "All this is in terval land, and it is the richest land in all the provinces of New Brunswick and Nova Scotia." "What," said I, "do you mean by 'interval land?'" "Well," he said, "this land is sub merged for a part of the year. Spring freshets come down, and all these plains are overflowed with the water and the water leaves a deposit, and when the waters are gone the harvest springs up, and there is a richer harvest than I know of elsewhere." And I in stantly thought, "It is not the heights of the church, and it is not the heights of this world that are the sceneof the greatest prosperity, but the soul over which the floods of sorrow have gone the soul over which the freshets of trib ulation have torn their way-that yields the greatest fruits of righteous ness and the largest harvest for time and the richest harvest for eternity." Bless God that your soul is interval land! There is one more point of absorbing reminiscence, and that is the last hour of life, when we have to look over all our past existence. What a mnoment that will be! 1 place Napoleon's dying reminiscence on St. Helena beside Mrs. Judson's dying reminiscence in the har bor of St. Helena, the same island, 20 years after. Napoleon's dying remini scence was one of delirium-"Tete d'armee"-"Head of the army." Mrs. Judson's dying reminiscence, as she came home from her missionary toil and her life of self sacrifice for God, dy ing in the cabin of the ship in the har bor cf St. Helena, was, "I always did love the Lord Jesus Christ." And then, the historian says, she fell into a sound sleep for an hour and woke amid the songs of angels. I place the dying reminiscence of Augustus Co~sar against the dying reminiscence of the apostle Paul. The dying reminiscence of Au gustus Cosar was, addressing his at tendants, "Have I played my part well on the stage of life?" and they answer ed in the affirmative, and he said, "Why, then, don't you applaud me?" The dying reminiscence of Paul the apostle was, "I have fought a good fight, I have finished my course, I have kept the faith; henceforth there is laid up for me a crown of righteousness, which the Lord, the righteous Judge, will give me in that day, and not to me only, but to all them that love his ap pearing." Augustus Cosar died amid pomp and great surroundings. Paul uttered his dying reminiscence looking up through the wall of a dunneon. God grant that our dying pillow may be the closing of a useful life and the opening of a glorious eternity. Praying Againt Caterpillars. A remarkable demonstration took place at St. Hilaire, Que., Tuesday, Caterpillars, which last year played havoc with apple orchards, seemed to be more numerous and vigorous than before. A crusade against them was formally opened in the parish church here, where mass was solemnized, after which a religious procession, headed by the priest, M. Lafiame, and the choir boys, followed by 150 or more parishioners, marched through the in fected region with fervent prayers ask ing divine assistance in their battle aminte laue. THE OLD VETERANS (Continued from First Page,) was carried by S B Scott. The 23d Alabama regiment had a very large battle flag. it was much torn and burned. It was carried by W ) Campbell. Col Zimmerman Davis's old-regi men tal flag, that of the 5th cavalry, was in line, and was carried by N B Esson, of Jonesville. There is not much of the old flag left to tell the glorious story of its fighting. The 6th Georgia regiment was under a special escort of four old soldiers in full Confederate uniform. The flag was carried by Mr. Steel. The 3d South Carolina cavalry regi ment, which was commanded by Col Colcock, had its flag in line. The ban ner was borne by J W Meggett. Then came in a bunch the flags of the following regiments; 21st North Carolina, H B Hauser, bearer; 8th North Carolina, McAllister, bearer; 51st North Carolina, McKethan, bearer; 12th South Carolina, Dunnovant's old regiment, S W Ruff, bearer. Lucas's Battery had its old battle flag in line, and it was borne by Capt Lucas himself. The flag of the 2d Tennessee was car ried by Guss Walker, of that State. Col Zabel, of the 14th Louisiana, has a battle flag that has a record. Eleven men were killed or wounded while carrying that flag to the front. The 3d Georgia has a rather pecular ly shaped battle flag. It started on its memorable record at the battle of Mal vern Hill, and was never known to lead in a retreat. The flag of the privateer "Jefferson Davis" was displayed, and excited con siderable attraction. REVIEWED BY GEN. GORDON. -At Marion square Gen Gordon sta tioned himself to review the magnifi cent procession that, as it passed looked every man of five thousand or more. As Gen Hampton, Gen Lee and Gen Cabell joined Gen Gordon they lined themselves up with him and joined in the reviewing of the splendid line of soldiers. The officers of the Memorial Associa tion, the sponsors and quite a large par ty of Veterans and others went directly up to the Cemetery, where the tribute was to be paid to the memory of the dead soldiers, while the body of the Veterans went to the Auditorium build uig, where exercises were to be held in honor of the dead soldiers and those who were carrying on the work. The idea wss to have the salute fired on Marion square, the ode reading and the decoration of the graves occur simultaneously at the different places. AT MAGNOLIA. At the cemetery the exercises were simple, but beautiful. They were con ducted by Col James G Holmes, who knows so well how to attend to such tender affairs. The opening prayer was delivered by Bishop Capers. The Rev Dr A Toomer Porter read an ode for the occu-sion, and the benediction was delivered by Bishop Stevens, of Orangeburg. The graves were then de eurated by the young ladies of the Con federate Home, and by the ladies of the Memorial Association and the la dies of the Daughters of the Confeder acy. AT THE AUDITORIUM. The main body of the Veterans went to the Auditoriumn, where they partici pated in the Memorial exercies at that place, and heard the splendid address of General George Moorman, of Louisi ana. Before the exercises were formally opened the band played "Dixie," and it would be difficult to realize a more exultant gathering. The pent-feelings of the "old rebs," as they call them selves, had for the first time opportuni ty of escaping. The scenes along the line of march had been too much for the old grey-haired soldiers, and when they heard "Dixie" the cheering was itense, and up went flags and banners and hats to join in the chorus of ap plause, as it were. Gen. Walker invited Gen. Gordon to take charge of the memorial exercises, which Gen Gordon graciously consent ed to do. Gen Gordon said that he was not present to make a speech, as another had been selected for that honor. He then paid a glowing tribute to the no ble women of the South, who had done so much for the men and for the his tory of the country. He said that some Frenchman had said that a Frenchman was to be counte~d upon for bringing about that which was great and new, but if he viewed things correctly that which had changed things for the South, and those who had cast the minds of the S )uth and made of it all that was great and true were the noble women. Before the address of the day was de livered he called on Chaplain Jones to deliver a prayer. Ceaplain Jones, in the course of his prayer,- blessed the noble women for the devotion they had paid to the heroes of the South, and in speaking of the custom of decorating the graves he prayed that God forbid that the custom should ever be allowed to die out. He prayed that the noble women of the South continue to give the South such men as they had had, and that the good women of the Southland keep up the noble work they had so earnestly un dertaken. Dr Jones said that the women of the South had started the custom of deco rating the graves; the custom had been followed, and he was willing to grant that others follow, but not that they take away from the Southern women this noble privilege. Gen George Moorman, of Louisiana, was then presented and delivered the memorial address of the day. Be Careful, Mothers. Mothers, in training their little ones to walk, seem never to think of how the bones grow; that the bones in a child's leg are soft, half castilaginous, and that it is an easy thing to bend them. Hence the need of being care ful about having their children walk too soon, or of keeping them on their feet too long when they are first learn ing to walk. The senseless conduict of many parents in urging their children to walk prematurely is productive of last ing injury. L.>ng before soft bones ought to have azny strain put upon, them, you will see these poor infants made to stand, and even to walk, and by the time they are 14 or -16 months old their legs are bent very considerably. Piti ful and permanent deformities produced in this way are seen on every hand. Indeed, a person whose legs have not been bent, more or less, either outward or inward, by fond parental ambition, is almost an exception among us. Un der a year let the child creep; but do not let it walk, seldom, indeed, stand, and then only for a moment, and from a year to 18 or 20 months do not en courage it to walk much, still less set it up on its feet to make it walk. Is it the best? Taste and see. Best in taste, best in results. No nauseat ing dose, but so pleasant and natural in effects that you forget you have taken SHE KILLED HIM, A Deceiver Shot by the Woman He Had Fooled. A SAD. SAD STORY. Lawyer Wile, of Chicago, De ceived Miss Burke and She Killed Him While He Sang. Because she learned that she had been deceived, Mabel Burke, a young woman of 24, recently shot and fatally wounded David J. Wile, a lawyer of prominence, as he sat at a piano in a room in a house at 2753 Washington avenue, Chicago, and was singing a love song. After shooting Wile Miss Burke sent a bullet into her own heart and fell dead at the man's feet. Wile is an at torney with a large practice, having a suite of offices in the Hartford build ing, Madison and Dearborn streets. le resides with his wife and fourteen year-old daughter at 3749 Indiana avenue. Wile had led the young woman to believe that he was a single man and had promised to make her his wife. Last Monday Miss Burke, who lived with friends at 6339 Champlain avenue, learned that Wile was married and the shock was such that it is believed her mind became unbalanced. Dtiring the past year Wile had paid Miss Burke attention, calling frequent ly at the house where she boarded. He brought her flowers and other presents. His apparent devotion won her love. Miss Burke had for some time been in poor health. Recently she decided, after an unsuccessful operation, to try Christian science and moved to the Hotel Norwood, on Michigan avenue, in order to be near the scientist who was treating her. Wile visited her there, he was recognized by some of the residents of the hotel, and Miss Burke was informed that he was mar ried. On Monday she consulted the city directory and went to Wile's home where she told Mrs. Wile of her hus band's perfidy. Mrs. Wile said to night that Miss Burke appeared nearly distracted when she left after an hour's interview, and that she was not sur prised when the news of the tragedy reached her. Tuesday Miss Burke went to a friend and borrowed $10. With that money she bought a revol ver. Developments show that the shoot ing was premeditated, for in the wo man's trunk was found a letter ad dressed to a friend, in which she said that her earthly struggles would soon be ended. She made a few reqaests regarding her funeral. In the letter she did not mention Wile's name. She requested that no wo.d be spoken for her at her funeral, but asked for mu sic. She also asked that her burial should not be at Coloma, Mich., where her father, Richard Burke, lives, be cause of some family misunderstand ing. This afternoon Miss Burke met Wile and they went together to the house on Wabash avenue kept by Mrs. A. E. Fitzgerald. Wile asked for a room in which there was a piano. They were shown into a room, where Wile at once seated himself at the piano and began to hum a melody, a love song which he had often sung to his companion. She had said nothing to him of her discov ery of his deception, and he had no reason to fear that she might do him harm. Wile had run his fingers over the piano keys several times, Miss Burke standing silently behind him. A re volver shot rang out and three more following in rapid succession. Wil3 swayed on the piano stool, but did not fall. As he turned he saw Miss Burke fall lifeless at his feet. A colored maid rushed into the room and found Wile with blood pouring from his wounds. Later he was taken to the Post Grad uate hospital, where it was found that all three of Miss Burke's shots had taken effect. One bullet had penetrat ed the skull just back of the left ear; one entered the neck at the base of the brain, and the third penetrated the back near the heart. The attendant physicians said that there was no possibility of Wile's re covery. Miss Burke's body was taken to the morgue. Policemen carried the news of the tragedy to Mrs. Wile. "I have expected this," she said. "Only Monday Miss Burke came to me and asked me if Mr. Wile was my hus band. I told her he was. We had a long talk, during which she told me the story of the whole affair." Mrs. Wile went to the hospital, where she found her husband still con scious. "I have much to explain to you," he said as his wife bent over him. "No explanations are necessary," she replied. "I know all and freely forgive you." Wile told the officers and physicians that his relations with Miss Burke had never been improper; that he met her in a professional way, and that she be came infatuated with him. She met him today, he said and asked him to play and sing for her. He consented, and they went to the house together, where she shot him as he was playing and singing. Mrs. Boane, with whom Miss Burke had lived for several years, said tonight that Wile's story is a tissue of false hoods. She declared that he had met with his just deserts, Miss Burke was a stenographer in the offices of the ?tna Insurance com pany until some months ago, when she was compelled by ill health to give up her place. She was an attractive girl. Wile is 40 years old. He was still alive at midnight, but his death is re garded as a question of a few hours. Titled Swindlers. Baron Edgar de Bara, who is charged with using the mails to defraud a num ber of persons in England, went before Judge Kohlsaat in the United States district court in Chicago Thursday af ternoon with a petition to have his bail reduced from $10,000, but when he left a few minutes later his bond had been raised to $11,000. The court ordered a bond of $10,000 in each of the 11 in dictments, which were returned against the titled prisoner and his wife by the last federal grand jury. The Baroness Fanny de Bara, who is at liberty on $500 bail, will also appear in court to plead Monday. 'lhe de Baras are said to have represented themselves as agents of the Edison Phonograph com pany in Chicago, and to have swindled their victims out of sums aggregating $50,000 SEVEN THOUSAND ROO. Wade Hampton Given a Grand Ovation in Charleston. Wade Hampton was given one of the grandest ovation of his life in Charles ton Tuesday night. He was the central figure of the exercises at the de-iication of the auditorium. Hampton was hon ored to -the fullest measure, and when he was introduced and rose the more than 7,000 people in the audience rose en masse. The cheering was deafening and men, women and children waved their handkerchiefs and hats in the air. the old soldiers making the occasion more thrilling wi'h their genuine rebel yells. The ovation was fully equal to that memorable one at Richmond a few years ago, and the old hero appreciated it. He had but a few words to say when he addressed the audience. Mayor Smythe in introducing him made use of the words of Shakespeare: "I do not think a braver gentleman * * is now alive." He referred to Gen. Hampton as the noble citizen of Char leston who honored his people Tuesday night-the man firs: in the hearts of Charleston people. Gen. Hampton said he had not gone to Charleston to make a speech. He referred to the welcome always given him there, and said that this one re called to his mind the scenes of '76 and the men he had commanded. It was Charleston that had given him the means to accomplish what was done in 1876. Be referred to his childhood memories of St. Michael's chimes. There were no people he loved and valu ed more than the people of Charlesten. What Changed Them? - Every high official and great light formerly in the ranks of the Republi can party were bimettalists ?nd favored the free coinage of silver by the United States-after 1873, when British gold bad purchased its demonetization, without the knowledge of those who voted for it, every statesman in the then Republican party favored its re monetization, and every national Re publican platform done likewise until the bosses of the party sold it out, bag, baggage, brains and boodlers to the money changers at St Louis, in 1896, and put Marcus Hanna in possespion as master of the'hounds and keeper of President McKinley. These are facts, and are substantiated by the records. Why, at the national convention of the g. o. p. in 1888, when this same Wil liam McKinley was chairman of the committee on platform, he wrote in that document these words; "The Re publican party is in favor of the use of both gold and silver as money, and con demns the policy of the Democratic administr:tion in is efforts to demone tize silver." What a change seems to have come over William since that time -but that was before Mark became his master. At that time also, every metropolitan paper of any prominence was in favor of the free coinage of silver at the ratio of 16 to 1. Will some or all of the Assistant Republican pa pers in South Carolina, who pretend to know everything about the money question, explain why the g. o. p. de serted free silver at the bidding of Hanna and the other boodlers. A Great Battle Pending. The greatest political convention of this century will be that of the Demo cratic party next year to nominate the man who will succeed McKinley as president. It will either be the hottest and most fiercely contested battle of the century between the people and the plutocrats, or it will be all one sided, and for the people -let us work for the latter. The gold clique will use every means in their power to capture the convention, for well they kaow they can never again fool or coerce the masses into voting into office another Republican to be simply a man Friday for the billionaire trusts to command. It will be well, even now, for silver men to be on their guard against sending delegates to precinct, county or state conventions, who are not known to be true blue. This precaution is neces sary in order to keep the silver forces in command. One hears a great deal about the "silver craze" being over and such other rot, but it all emenates from the gold-bug Republicans or their active allies, the gold-bug Democrats or Assistant Republicans as they are some times more properly called, wI o try t fool themselves into the notion that what they claim is true. The silver issue will be the most prominent one in next year's battle, and all friends of the white metal should do all they can to gain a glorious victory for the people over the Mark Hanna's and their pup pets of the McKinley stripe. Death of a Prominent Negro. Frank W. McCarthy; one of the most prominent Negroes in southwest Geor gia, died at his home in Albany, Ga., Tuesday. His funeral occurred from the A. M. E. church Wednesday after noon and was attended by an immense conourse of both whites and blacks. For the first time in the history of Al bany, a town of 8,000 inhabitants, every store and office was closed in honor of a Negro, no business being transacted while the funeral was in progress. McCarthy never dabbled in politics, but was probably the most in fluential Negro in the county. His death is deplored alike by white and colored people. A Bold Hold Up Six masked burglars early Wednes day held up Emmett Meyer, night watchman at Bengal's Bavarian brewe ry, Wilmington, Del., anid engineer Festing, and blew open the safe and carried off five hundred dollars in cash and three hundred dollars in cash, and nine hundred dollars in checks. Mey er. twenty minutes later telephoned the police, who expect to catch the burg lars during the day. Meyer was held up by four masked men as he approach ed the building and was bound. After the explosion the men ran off and Meyer got loose and started to hunt Fest ing, who he found tied to the engine room Doetor and Family Cremated. The residence of Dr. L. C. Bagwell, 10 miles east of Dalton, Ga., was burn ed early Wednesday. Dr. Bagwell, his three children and their negro house keeper were burned to death. It is supposed a lamp which Dr. Bagwell had on a table near his bed exploded. WE have been sending missionaries te Japan and trying to Christianize the people of that country, whom we have been accustomed to regard as only par tially enlightened, and now it is said that Japan is about to appeal to the United Statet to stop the slaughter of the Filipinos.. and offers to become a -meiato toing about that result. POWDER Makes the food more delicious and wholesome ROYAl SWO~ ROWWS 00,, 14" W&M STRIKING A MATCH. STORY OF A DIVER. Mian, Wicked MIan; Wil Do It AnywhereI Man.Wiced an;Wil DoIt nywertPerilous Adventures of a 3;an Whose He Can. "I may be wrong," said the little wo man in the cross seat of the car, "but Diver Robert E. Case of Portland, I fully believe that a man would strike in the course of his ten years' employ a match on the tombstone of his moth- ment as a diver has had many interest er," and her eyes snapped and her ing experiences and close calls from cheeks flushed at the idea of such a death. sacrilege. Chase is aiot 35 Years of age, Stands Go where one will, into the most out about 5 feet 10 inches and weighs over of the way places or corner to ignite a 160 pounds, and is one of the pleasant match, telling streaks will be found as est men that one would care to meet positive proof that a match striker has He is very modest-seldom talking been there before. Raise the drapery about his own work, but a while about a mantel and peer underneath ago the writer succeeded in getting him and there again will come in view the to tell a few of his experiences. cabalistic brown tracks, the "blazed Probably one of the most important away," as it were, of the match strik- jobs upon which he ever worked, and Ing guild. certainly one of the longest, was the On every side of lampposts, fireplugs laying of the water pipes across the and bulk window frames are to be Kennebec River at Bath. This Job re found the trail of the successor of tle quired the laying of 3,000 feet of big tinder box and steel. Letter boxes, waterpipe, with a ball and socket Join street corners, every pillar in the ele- in water, the average depth of Wvhich vated structures, door jambs, wash- was fifty feet. Sometimes the depfh was stands and dressing cases possess the over seventy and at times down to hiero or pyro-glyphic. about thirty. The conditions that pre Even church-edifices are not sacred vailed at that point were such that the when the hurry call is issued for a divers could only work upon the tide, light. Even altar rails have been vis- and so It took from August unti the ited by the same torch. In fact, there following April to complete the Job. is no place too sacred or too much out A few years ago Mr. Chase nearly of the way not to have, at one time lost his life while at work raising a-. or the other, received the necessary sloop which had sunk in Boothbay friction required to secure a light. Harbor. He got fouled with the cable. Armed with a match, and a slight of a buoy which rked the location blaze being a necessity, the holder will of the wreck, and was hung up for make for the nearest spot to obtain forty minutes. Is air hose was the necessary friction. Upon the .va- caught in such a way that but very lit riety stage, even, the production of tle air could get through it with the flame from the sulphur tipped sliver of pump working to Its beat advantage, wood is utilized by queerly made UP but the pump was an old one and did mummers to win the laugh of the man not work well. When he Was finally"" who has paid to see. A made up bald cleared and hauled to the surface he head is an attractive spot, and furnish- was unconscious and black in the face ed the desired place for coaxing the from the want of air. It was fared flame and bringing a laugh from the that he would die, but he recovered, theater patrons. It always succeeds, and on the next day went down and and would have been a star perform- finished the work of raising the sloop. ance coeval with Joe Miller's joke book Probably the closest call that Chase had matches been in existence at that ever had was while using dynamite to time. blow out the pilings of an old brldge which had been torn down. His ten-.' As With One Voice They Spoke Up. At a little gathering not long ago the worked for a diverbefore. Chase weut guests played some simple games and down ad placed the stick of dynamite told ghost stories, and managed to have i position and started to come bac to a good time in the old-fashioned way. where he would be hauled to the sm Pretty soon one of the gentlemen face. He hadcovered of e said: tance when he discovered a pile that "I don't believe we appreciate what would not have to be blown, hut which a steady old slow coach the human could readily be hoisted to the urfa er brain is. Notwithstanding all our with a rope, and signalled the tender talk about quick wits, and flashes of to send him down a rope. intelligence, the brain is not so easily The tender misunderstood the signal,' thrown from its accustomed ruts. If, and, turning to the mm. who was look4 for instance, I ask a question Which Ing after the battery, called out is entirely new to you, but which your "It's al right, fire the charge!" honest old brain mistakes for a query Now it -happened that the man who quite similar in construction, it will go right ahead and telegraph the re-olanepricdtndrndkw. ply in its own hidebound way." thtiwantllrgtofrehe "That sounds interesting," said onechrewietemnasudrat. of the guests, "but show us an exam- H ett h ieo h la n pe." to odo h ieiejs nt'et "I will," said the first speaker, "with rcietescn inlfrarp the proviso that you answer it prompt- mCaeTeroewsendw, ly." He smiled, and then, withoutbuItwingtefe askewo any haste, quietly asked: "Who saved ~nro sae h edrwo the life of Pocahontas?"caenaenig hsesxprne "John Smith!" roared twenty voices,.sadvrol ore n oedy "You see," said the questioner,. n hnqi-e ee aeaon Alcoholic Milk. fe i py ihr It has long been known that ginger- I a hl twr nti o beer Is a favorite drink of teetotalers,tatCaetothrwhhstndr as being cooling and refreshing, but tmite xlso.H a endw is not so generally known that it con-adpae h hre u h ie tains an appreciable quantity of alco- wihwsstigotsrnwse hol-about 2 per cent. It has now itdwamotuerhefa.Cas been discovered by a German chemist that milk containing alcohol can be a utrece h opadlae got "straight from the cow." He wasovrtesdofhelatnte sa employed to examine some milk whichatiueodvrsw nrsighe had an irritating taste, and discoveredthcarewsxpod.Tehck that it contained alcohol to the amount trwtefotadaltemnit h of 0.96 per cent. The cause was notaindCsem tsulyhvben far to seek, for the herd belonged to a trw notewtr'u o h distillery, and were fed on the 'waste,prsneomidfthsaeanwo which contained alcohol, which aleo-svdhmteohrtmwocuh hl was excreted In the milk. It 'willhmadhl i ntefot however, be a comfort to really enthu- h odro hs cietwsta sastic teetotalers to know that the ob- ayoecm u fi lvfruo noxious addition was easily driven off tefotwsacs f10sik f by heat. Alcoholic preparations ofdyaiewhcfrutlwsnt milk, such as koumiss, 'have, of course, epoe ytesok been known from time immemorial, Caesy h otdsgeal but the fact of alcoholic milk straightpatohiwrksdvngfree from the cow Is, at first sight, start- bie.H a aesvrlqikr ling.coresoboisdrnhicaers The surgical An?.abutwyeraghnheecv The native Brazilian, far removed as e h oyo ae olg tdn he usually is from doctors and sur- nmdWls njs ieenmn geons, depends upon a little ant to sew up his wounds when he Is slashed orutsfothtieedveehate scratched. Trutn to tell, the average bd u ftewtruo h ak surgeon could do the job no better than Thdepswarin hcheev* these little insects. The ant has two wre a f g icna a strong nippers on his head. They are Hro.Hr ewsdw 0 eta his weapons for battle or a forage.wokunthwrcofaGuete When a Brazilian has cut himself, forfihnscoer example, he picks up an ant, presses________ the nippers against the wound, one on Fit esl od each side, and then gives the bug a Ctgasaewudb oePP squeeze. The indignant insect nat-ulrIdeeswodctpie. urally snaps his nippers together, piercing the flesh and bringing the Amaiselo inreednth lacerated parts close together. Thewegtoanhrmn'bud. Brazilian at that moment gives the Ruoisgsp'stngfrad ant's body a jerk, and away it files, tuhi h yaiegnta eue leaving the nippers imbeded in the flesh, that kills the ant, but, as he hasit served his most useful purpose, in lire, i lashrsagr hnoeo it is well. The operation is repeatedheolbaumrishrbstgl until the wound is sewed up neatlyfred and thoroughly. Abccept h esnwoI The Fishing Otter. woeerh Chinese and Indian fishermen hare I' iemnwocnapa an ingenious way of training the otter.stpdatiebtom mncry They catch the small cub and put a collar round the throat. The littleitoexs. creature, finding itself unable for days Soegrsamthtengmns together to swallow anything it catches aefiuebtte aeterdut gives up trying to do so, and finally a omrigs believes for the rest of its life that an Tewr fsm rit h li otter can only swallow such food as It receives direct from its master's t ewde oatdentIdct hand, and, accordingly. It faithfullyththeeIevnaeggmn. brings to the bank all the fish it cap.- hysyta ace r aei turs. eenlout denirs faan mahesty ser toberte E. 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