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IN HIS STEPS. I IMliat Voul?t 3 es us 3Bo? By diaries M. Sheldon. Copyrighted and published in book form by the. ?> Advance Publish*) tg Co. of Chicago. ?? "Then I will make it one," repl Felicia. "I know this seems like an i possibility, bnt I want to try it. I kn a score of girls already who will ta the course, and if we can once cstabl: something like an esprit de corps arno the girls themselves I am sure it ^ "be of great value to them. I know ?eady that the pure food is working revolution in many families. " "Felicia, if yon can accomplish hi cf what yon propose to do, it will ble this whole commnnity," said Mi Brace. "I don't see how yon can do : trat I say 'God bless yon!' as you try "So say we all!" cried Dr. Bruce ai the bishop, and Felicia plunged into t. working ont of her plan with the e thusiasm of her discipleship, which e err day grew more and more practic and serviceable. It nmst be said here that Felicia plan succeeded beyond all expectation She developed wonderful powers of pe suasion and taught her girls with asto; ishing rapidity to do all sorts of hons work. In time the graduates of Felicia cooking school came to be prized 1 housekeepers all over the city. But th; V is anticipating our story. The histoi cf the settlement; has never yet bee written. When it is. Felicia's part wi be found of very great importance. The depth of winter found Chicas presenting, as every great city of tl world presents, to the eyes of Christel dom that marked contrast betwee riches and poverty, between cultur< refinement luxury, ease and ignorant depravity, destitution and the bitte struggle for bread It was a hard wir ter, but a gay winter. Never had thei been such a succession of parties, recej. tions, balls, dinners, banquets, fetes gayeties: never had the opera and th theater been so crowded with fashior able audiences; never had there bee such a lavish display of jewels and fin dresses and equipages, and, on the otb er hand, never had the deep want au suffering been so cruel,, so sharp, s murderous ; never had the winds blowi so chilling over the lake and throng] the thin shells of tenements in th neighborhood of the settlement; neve had the pressure for food and fuel an< .clothes been so urgently thrust U] against the people of the city in thei most importunate and ghastly form. Night after night the bishop and Dr Bruce, with their helpers, went out an< helped to save men and women anc children from the torture of physica privation. Vast quantities of food anc clothing and large sums of money wert donated by the churches, the charitable societies, the civic authorities ?nd tht benevolent associations, but the persona] touch of the Christian disciple was very hard to secure for personal work Where was the discipleship that was obeying the Master's command togo it? self to the suffering and give itself with its gift, in order to make the gift ol value in time to come? The bishop found his heart sink within him as he faced this fact more than any other. Men would give money who would not think of giving themselves, and the money they gave did not represent any real sacrifice because they did not miss it They gave what was the easiest to give, what hurt them the least. Where did the sacrifice come in ? Was this fol? lowing Jesus? Was this going with him all the way ? He had been to many members of his own wealthy and aris? tocratic congregation and was appalled to find how few men und women of that luxurious class in the churches would really suffer any genuine inconvenience for the sake of suffering humanity Is charity the giving of wornout gar? ments? Is it a ten dollar bill given to a paid visitor or secretary of some be? nevolent organization in the church? Shall the man never go and give his gift himself? Shall, the woman never deny herself her reception or her party or her musical and go and actually touch the foul, sinful sore of diseased humanity as it festers in the great me? tropolis? Shall charity be conveniently and easily done through some organiza? tion ? ls it possible to organize the af? fections so that love shall work dis? agreeable things by proxy? All this the bishop asked as he plunged deeper into the sin and sorrow of that bitter winter He was bearing his cross with joy. but he burned and fought within over the shifting of personal love hythe many upon the hearts of the few And still, silently, powerfully, re sLstlessIy, the Holy Spirit was moving through the church upon even the aris? tocratic, wealthy, ease loving members, who shunned the terrors of the social problem as they would shun a con? tagious disease This far-t was impressed upon the bishop and the settlement workers in a startling way one morning Perhaps no one incident t i i ;i t winter shows more plainly how much of a inonu ntnrn had already grown out of the movement of Nazareth Avenue church and tit" action of Dr Bruce and the bishop that fol? lowed the pledge to do as Jesus would do. The breakfast hour at the settlement was the one hour iii the day when the whole resident family found a little breathing space T?> fellowship together It was an hour of relaxation There was a great deal of good natured re? partee and much real wit and enjoyable fun at this hour The bishop told his best stories I>r Bruce was at his best in anecdote This company of disciples was healthily humorous in spite of the ? atmosphere of sorrow that constantly ; surrounded them. In fact, the bishop often said that the faculty of humor his own case it was the only safe valve he had for the tremendous pre tire pnt upon him. This particular morning the bish was reading extracts from a morai j paper for the benefit of the others. Sr I denly he paused, and his face instanl grew stern and sad. The rest look up, and a hush fell over the table. "Shot and killed while taking a lui of coal from a car. His family tv freezing, and he had had no work ? sis months. His six children and a w: all packed into a cabin with thr rooms on the west side. One child wra ped in rags in a closet " These were headlines that the bish read slowly. He then went on and re; the detailed account of the shooting ai the visit of the reporter to the teneme where the family lived. He finished, and there was silen around the table. The humor of tl hour was swept out cf'existence by th bit of human tragedy. The great eil roared about the settlement. The awfi current of human life was flowing in great stream past the settlement hons and those who had work were hurryir to it in a vast throng, but thousanc were going do^n in the midst of th; current, clutching at last hopes, dyim literally in a land of plenty, beean.' the boon of physical toil was denie them. There were various comments on tl part of the residents. One of the nev comers, a young man preparing for tib ministry, said: "Why didn't the ma apply to one of the charity organizi tions for help or to the city i It certaii ly is not true that, even at its wors! this city full of Christian people woul knowingly allow any one to go wi thou food or fuel. " "No; I don't believe that it would.1 replied Dr. Bruce. "But we don't kno^ the history of that man's case. He ma have asked for help so often before tha finally, in a moment of desperation, h determined to help himself. I hav known such cases this winter. " * "That is not the terrible fact in thi case," said the bishop. "The awfu thing about it is the fact that the mai had not had any work for six months. ' "Why don't such people go out into the country?" asked the divinity stu dent. Some one at the table who had mad? a special study of the opportunities fo: work in the country answered the ques tion. According to the investigator, th* places that were possible for work ii the country were exceedingly few foi steady employment, and in almost ev ery case they were offered only to mei without families. Siippose a man's wif< and children were ill. How could hi move or get into the country? How could he pay even the meager sum nec? essary to move his few goods? There were a thousand reasons probably why this particular man did not go else? where. "Meanw??le there are the wife and children, " said Mrs. Bruce. "How aw? ful ! Where is the place, did you say ?' The bishop took up the paper. "Why, it's only three blocks from here. This is the Penrose district. I be? lieve Penrose himself owns half of the houses in that block. They are among the worst houses in this part of the city, and Penrose is a church member. " * ' Yes ; he belongs to the Nazareth Av? enue church," replied Dr. Bruce in a low voice. The bishop rose from the table the very figure of divine wrath. He had opened bis lips to say what seldom came from him in the way of denuncia? tion when the bell rang and one of the residents went to the door. "Tell Dr. Bruce and the bishop 1 want to see them. Penrose is the name -Clarence Penrose. Dr. Bruce knows me. " The family at the breakfast table heard every word. The bishop exchanged a significant look with Dr. Bruce, and the two men instantly left the table and went out into the hall. "Come in here. Penrose." said Dr. Bruce, and he and the bishop ushered the visitor into the reception room. They cloded the door and were alone. Clarence Penrose was one of tho most elegant looking men in Chicago. He came from an aristocratic family of great wealth and social distinction. He was exceedingly wealthy and had large property holdings in different parts of tlx' city. He had been a member of Dr Bruce's church all his life. This man faced the bishop and his former pastor with ;t ]<">k of agitation on his countenance that showed plainly the mark of some unusual experience ll" was very pale, and his lij> trembled as he spoke. When had Clarence Pen? rose ever lu-for?- yielded ? > such a strange emotion of feeling? "This affair of the shooting- you un? derstand. Y-.-? have read it. Thefamily lived ia one of my hons? s. lt is a terri ble event. But that I - n<>; the primary cause <u my Y?.-?? " ji<- stammered and looked anxiously into th" faces of thi other two: men The bishop still looked stern He could not help feeling tl mt . this elegant man of leisure <-<<!ii<i have done n great deal to alleviate the 1 o?T rors in his tenements, possibly have pre vented ??:is tragedy, it' he had sacrificed sonn- of his personal ?-ase and luxury t" better the condition of lie* ]??<>{?]<. in his district Penrose turned to Dr Bruce. "Ductor." he exclaimed, and there was almost a child's terror in his voice. : "I came to say that 1 have had an cv- j perience'xso unusual that nothing but j remember ? was one of those who 1 the pledge to do as Jesus would do thought at the time, poor fool thi was, that I had all along been doing Christian thing. I gave liberally on my abundance to the church and cl ity. I never gave myself to cost me ; suffering. I have been living in a ] feet hell of contradictions ever sim took the pledge. My little girl, Dia you remember, also took the pie with me. She has been asking m great many questions lately about poor people and where they lived. 1i obliged to answer her. Two of her qt tions last night touched my sore. Di own any houses where those peo lived ? Were they nice and warm 1 ours ? You know how a child will questions like these. I went to bed 1 mented with what I now know to the divine arrows of conscience. I co not sleep. I seemed to see the judgm day. I was placed before the Judge, was asked tc give account of my de done in the body. How many sin souls had I visited in prison ? What 1 I done with my stewardship? H about those tenements where peo froze in winter and stifled in sumin Did I give any thought to them, exe to receive the rentals from the: Where did my suffering come i Would Jesus have done as I had dc und was doing? Had I broken ] pledge ? How liad I used the money a the culture and the social influence possessed? Had I used them to bl? humanity, to relieve the suffering, bring joy to the distressed and hope the desponding ? I had received muc How much had I given ? "All this came to me in a wald: vision as distinctly as I see yon tn men and myself now. I was unable see the end of the vision. I had a co fused picture in my mind of the snff< ing Christ pointing a condemning fing at me, and the rest was shut out mist and darkness. I have not had sie for 24 hours. The first thing I saw th morning was the account of the shoe ing at the coalyards- I read the accou with a feeling of horror I have not be< able to shake off. I am a guilty creatu before God. " Penrose paused suddenly. The tv men looked at him solemnly. Wb power of the Holy Spirit moved tl soul of this hitherto self satisfied, el gant, cultured man who belonged the social life that was accustomed go its way, placidly unmindful of tl great sorrows of a great city and pra tically ignorant cf what it means 1 suffer for Jesus' sake ? Into thatjroom came a breath such i before swept over Henry Maxwell church and through Nazareth Avenu and the bishop laid his hand on tl shoulder of Penrose and said: "M brother, God has been very near to yoi Let us thank him. " "Yes. yes," sobbed Penrose. Hess down on a chair and covered his fae? The bishop prayed Then Penrose quiei ly said, "Will yen go with me to tha house?" For answer both Dr. Bruce and th bishop put on their overcoats and wen out with him to the home of the dea man's family. This was the beginnin of a new and strange life for Clarenc Penrose. From the moment he steppe* into that wretched hovel of a home an faced for the first time in his life a de spair and suffering such as he had rea? of. but did not know by personal con tact, he dated a new life. It would b another long story to tell how. in obedi ence to his pledge, he began to do wi tl his tenement property as he knew Jesu would do. What would Jesus do witl tenement property if he owned it ii Chicago or any other great city of tin world? Any man who can imagine an? true answer to this question can easil] tell what Clarence Penrose began to do Now. before that winter reached it: bitter climax many things occurred ir the city that concerned the lives of al the characters in this history of the dis ciples who promised to walk in his steps. It chanced, by one of those remark? able coincidences that seem to occui preternaturally, that one afternoon, jusl as Felicia came out of the settlement with a basket which she was going tc leave as a sample with a baker in the Penrose district, Stephen Clyde opened the door of the carpenter shop in the basement and came out of the lower door in time to meet Felicia as she reached the sidewalk. "Let me carry your basket, please. " he said. "Why do you say 'please?' " asked Felicia, handing over the basket. "I would like to say something else, " replied Stephen, glancing at her shyly and yet with a boldness that frightened him. for he had been loving Felicia more every day since he first saw her. and especially since she stepped into the shop that day with the bishop, and for weeks now they had been in many ways thrown into each other's company "What else?" asked Felicia innocent? ly, falling into the trap. "Why."' said Stephen, turning his fair, noble face full toward her and eying her with the look of one who would have th- best of all things in the universe. "I would like to say. 'Let me carry your basket, dear Felicia.' Felicia never looked so beautiful in her life. Sin- walked en a little way without even turning her fare toward him lt was no secret with her own heart that she had given it io Stephen some time ago Finally she turned and said shyly, while her face grew rosy and her eyes tender. "Why don't you say ir, then ':' "May Iv" cried Stephen, and he was so careless for a minute.of the way ho held Ti:;- basket that Felicia exclaimed: "Yes ' But. oh. don't drop my goodies. !" "Why, ! won Uhf 1 drop anything so precious for ali the world, 'dear Fe? licia. >::;<! Stephen, who now walked on air for several blocks, and what else w;:*- said during th.-?t walk is private correspondence that we have no righi to read, only it is matter of history that day that the basket never i-?*.-1?. 11. -i 1 destination and that over in the other direction lal?- in the afternoon the bishop, walking along quietly in a rather secluded spot near the outlying part of the settlement district, heard a j JjimLLiajL_vid?^^ tell me. Fe- I lida, when did you begin to love nie?" "I fell in love with a little pine shav? ing .inst above your ear that day I saw yon in the shop. ' ' said the other voice, with a laugh so clear, sc pure, so sweet, that it did one good to hear it. The next moment the bishop turned the corner and came upon them. "Where are you going with that basket?" he tried to say sternly. "We're taking it to-where are we taking it to. Felicia?" "Dear bishop, we are taking it home to begin" "To begin housekeeping with, "fin? ished Stephen, coming to the rescue. "Are you ?" said the bishop. "I hope you will invite me in to share. I know what'Felicia's cooking is. " "Bishop, dear bishop," said Felicia, and she did not pretend to hide her happiness, "indeed you shall always be the most honored gu est. Are you glad ? ' ' "Yes, I am," replied the bishop, in? terpreting Felicia's words as she wished. Then he paused a moment and said gently, "God bless you both!" and went his way, with a tear in his eye and a prayer in his heart, and left them to their joy. Yes ; shall not the same divine power of love that belongs to earth be lived and sung by the disciples of the man of sorrows and the burden bearer of sins? Yea, verily ! And this man and woman shall walk hand in hand through this great desert of human woe in this city, j strengthening each other, growing more loving with the experience of the world's sorrows, walking in his steps even closer yet because of this love, bringing added blessings to thousands of wretched creatures because they are to have a home of their own to share with the homeless. "For this cause," said our Lord Jesus Christ, "shall a man leave his father and mother and cleave unto his wife." and Felicia and Stephen, following the Master, love him with deeper, truer service and devotion because of the earthly affection which heaven itself sanctions with its solemn blessing. Now. it was a little after the love story of the settlement became a part of its glory that Henry Maxwell of Ray? mond came to Chicago with Rachel Winslow and Virginia Page and Rollin and Alexander Powers and President Marsh, and the occasion was a remark? able gathering at the hall of the settle? ment, arranged by the bishop and Dr Bruce, who had finally persuaded Mr. Maxwell and his fellow disciples of Raymond to come on to be present at this meeting. The bishop invited into the settle? ment hall meeting for that night men out of work, wretched creatures who had lost faith in God and man, anar? chists and infidels, freethinkers and no thinkers. The representatives of all the city's worst, most hopeless, most dan? gerous, depraved elements faced Henry Maxwell and the other disciples when the meeting began, and still the Holy Spirit moved over the great, heaving, selfish, pleasure loving, sin stained city, and it lay in God's hand, not knowing all that awaited it. Every man and woman at the meeting that night had seen the settlement motto over {he door, blazing through the transparency set up by the divinity student. "What Would Jesus Dc?" And Henry Maxwell, as for the first time he stepped under the doorway, was touched with a deeper emotion than he had felt in a long time as he thought of the first time that question had come to him in the piteous appeal of the shabby young man who had appeared in the First church of Raymond at the morning service. Was his great desire for Christian fel? lowship going to be granted? Would the movement begun in Raymond actu? ally spread over the country ? He had come to Chicago with his friends partly to see if the answer to that question would be found in the heart of the great city life. In a few minutes he would face the people He had grown very strong and calm since he first spoke with trembling to that company of workingmen in the railroad shops, but now. as then, he breathed a deeper prayer for help. Then he went in. and with the bishop and the rest of the dis? ciples he experienced one of the great and important events of the earthly life. Somehow he felt as if this meeting would indicate something of an answer to his constant query. "What would Jesus do?" and tonight as he looked into the faces of men and women who had for years been strangers and ene? mies to the church his heart cried out. "0 my Master, teach thy church how to follow thy steps better!" Is that prayer of Henry Maxwell's to be an? swered? Will the church in the city re? spond to the call to follow him? Will it choose to walk in his steps of pain and j suffering? And still over all the city i broods the Spirit Grieve him not. O ? city, for he was never more ready to revolutionize this world than now! [TO HE COXTIXUED.] Thv Artist'* Hoodoo. ''Artists are a ii ne'er lot." remarked one ol* them yesterday as he smoked pensively in his Chestnut street studio and crazed dejectedly at a half finished i sketch. "I can't do any work today : just because 1 dreamed of a redheaded girl last night. That lets tue out. I : can dream oj' any oilier kind of girl j and it doesn't a'Teer my work, hut if the vision of my dreams lias red hair I'm no good the ne.\ ; day. "No. it's not superstition. I don't know what it is. All artists have their off dnvs from some cause or oilier, and somo of them have antidotes. I have; none. I just give up when the red . headed girl comes across the path, of; my dreai\i<. "A friend of mine counteracts tho of ? feet of !??s boodoo by clothing himself in .-in outlandish way 1 [?ave seen him ! working in i opera hat. the coat of bis dress si?H and a pair ot* pink pyja- ; mas. :?n<! doin/K^'d work :it that An- : other friend ofVine always eats a lol of raw onions when he has a part icu-i larly sentimental- subject to bandi'-. ; But when it come.- to me I just have to j give up/'-Philadelphia Ledger. Experience Versus Arithmetic. Tendier-Johnny may stand up to re? cite. Now. Johnny, suppose I borrow $50 from your father and agree to pay ?5 a week, how long will it be before he gets his money? Johnny-Just one week. Teacher-Oh. think again: that's not right! Johnny-Yes. it is. I know my fa? ther. He'd have you up in the courts by that time.-New York World. . The Byzantine princes played a game which differed very little from our modern polo. CUBAN OIL cures Cuts, Burns, Bruises, Rheuma* and Sores. Price, 25 cts Sold br Hoghson-Lieon Co ' The Gentle Art of Winking. "When you have mastered the gentle art of winking." said Lord Beacons? field, "you hold the key to success in your hands." Every one's personality is made up of trivial failings and trivial talents. Foster the good qualities in your friends and subordinates and wink at those failings so dear to their possess? ors. Not to see everything is a rule which will strengthen friendships and help you to get the best results from your fellow workers. "He is no good," said the great Na? poleon of one of his officers. "He is continually looking into the ? privates' stew pot!" "I want a man who can keep his eye on the ultimate result and ignore little failings, never mind how aggravating," said Nelson. And General Gordon once remarked tiiat the man who lost his temper because a private's boot lace was tied loosely on the day of battle did more to lose the day than all the enemy's guns. "Xot if It Were My Boy.*9 Some years ago the late Horace Mann, the eminent educator, delivered an address at the opening of some re? formatory institution for boys, during which he remarked that if only one boy was saved from ruin it would pay for all the cost and care and labor of establishing such an institution as that. After the exercises had closed, in pri? vate conversation, a gentleman rallied Mr. Mann upon his statement and said to him: "Did you not color that a little when you said that all that expense and la? bor would be repaid if it only saved ene boy?" '*Not if it were my boy," was the solemn and convincing reply. Bismarck's Appetite. Among other amusing reminiscences of the late Prince Bismarck appearing in Herr John Booth's "Memoirs of the Iron Chancellor" is one relating to the latter's gargantuan capacity for eating and drinking. He told the author that the largest number of oysters he ever ate was 175. He first ordered 25; then, as they were very good, 50 more, and, consuming these, determined to eat nothing else and ordered another hun? dred, to the great amusement of those present. Bismarck was then 26 and had just returned from England. It Looked *?aspicious. "Isn't your neighbor Blinkinoff a drinking man?" "I wouldn't like to give an expert opinion on the subject. I'll admit, however, that I saw him the other night trying to drive a spigot into an ash barrel, thinking that it was cider." -Cleveland Plain Dealer. If Man Were a Fica. Snyder, the calculating barber, had not opened his lips for fully four min? utes, and it was plain to be seen that he had something on his mind. Finally he swallowed twice, breathed hard for a moment and gave vent to his feelings in this manner: "I've been thinking what I could do if I were only a flea. I read in a scien? tific paper the other day that if a man were built on the same lines as a flea he could jump from Philadelphia to Pittsburg in one leap. I mean, of course, if he had all the power of a flea increased in proportion to his size. Think how quickly he could circum? navigate the globe. It might be possi? ble to get around the world in an hour. The distance from Philadelphia to Pittsburg is :>54 miles, and the equato? rial circumference of the earth is 24. 0U2 miles. "A simple calculation-in mental arith? metic will show you that this would be a fraction over Ti? leaps, lt surely wouldn't take a minute for each jump, judged from the liveliness of the ilea. Think ol' coming in her?.?, with three or four customers ahead of yon. am!, in? stead of silting down ami waiting, just taking a few jumps around the world to kill time. Then- you a i-f. sir. Witch hazel or bav rum?**-Philadelphia Kee Vd. ?..roti kind's Comparison. Hat:renee Groniund. thc socialistic writer who ended Ins days in New York, was a thorough pessimist. One' evening, after he had denounced the j modern industrial system in savage! terms, a friend remarked: "It is no: so bad as Russian des pot ?SIM. is i; V" "Not quite. The former is the worst possible: th- latter the worst conceiv I OK s'.A ILK. ! KATHA FINK B ARRED PI YMOUTHS Als.'. Egg's for Hatching 15 for ?2 00 Xtre/fj Packed i?i Xcic Ifatkeis JOHN A CULLOM, Ridge Spring, ?S. C. 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