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r MYNHE] ( BY 51. ^LUKljt COPYRIGHT 1893, KOB] CHAPTER III. / [Continued.] "Then I heard a shot just beside me. "With, a horror I can't explain, I whirled around, to see the black devil of a traitor aiming a revolver, from the muzzle of which smoke still curled. General Gordon had his hand pressed to his heart, and I could see the blood trickling over his fingers. That sight will haunt me all my life! I who Have sppn manv stranee and terrible things in my time can never forget what happened on that awful 2Gth day of January. "1 knew the brave Gordon had received his death-wound at the hands of one who had even fought at his side, and the consciousness that the evil hour had come seemed to turn my very blood into molten lava. "Fearful sounds arose all over Khartoom, for the signal had been given that was to indicate Gordon's downfall. The enemy assaulted the walls, a portion of the late defenders joined them, and Khartoom became the scene of a massacre too terrible for words. "I assure you, my iriends, I did not stand idle while all this was going on. No sooner did I see the falling hero at my side, when, quick as the lightning cleaves the clouds, my sword leaped from its scabbard. Giving a true Yankee yell I sprang at the assassin. The descending blade cleft his miserable skull to the chin, and through all time I shall never cease to rejoice tnat it was the arm of an American that avenged Gordon's death. "What happened after that is more like a dream than a reality to me, but I shall give it for what it is worth. I remember plunging into the thick of the figfct. All around me arose the most fearful sounds of a desperate battle, while through Khartoom rang the shrieks of poor women and the shouts of exulting demons; for the black horde had swarmed over the walls, and, in their great fury, seemed to spare none. "More than one went down before my sword and revolvers, for, expect: . Ing only death, <1 fought as a madman might. "In the midst of the melee, covered with grime and blood, l could naraiy be distinguished from on- of the traitor-soldiers who had at last turned upon their general. Suddenly my body was clasped by a pair of hands from behind, and I found myself hurled to the ground. "Naturally I expected nstant death, when, to my surprise, a voice called in my ear: " 'Feign death! I would save the sahib!' "It was my faithful servant Kassee, whom I ihad brought from Bombay. I hardly know why I obeyed him; it must have been because I had bo little power to resist, for life did not seem worth any trouble just then. "He dragged me into the house that overlooked the river and there secreted me. All through the day I hear& the shouts of the victorious hordes as they thronged through Khartoom Something had come into my mind, and I found that I had ?n object to live for, a mission to perform. The news of- Gordon's death must be carried to his people, and I had come to the conclueion that of | all the faithful within the walls of | Khartoom, Joe Miner was tne oniy living soul that remained. "Night came, and faithful Kassee made his appearance. He had disguised himself as one of the enemy, and thus escaped the common fate that befell the defenders of the city. "From him I learned that a clever scheme Lad been arranged whereby we could make our escape down the river. The water was very low, but Gordon had several small, lightdraught steamers for use upon the upper waters of the Nile. One of these lay not more than a stone's throw down the river, tied to the bank. "Kassee's bright plan was for us to drop into the river from the back of the house, wade down to the boat, climb aboard and, aided by the darkness, cast her adrift. When some distance down the river, we could light a fire, start up steam and, as soon as daylight came, make good progress .north. "There was something fascinating about the adventure, particularly as it promised to be our only chance. "Acting under the instructions of my faithful Kassee I clambered through the slit of a window in the mud wall of the house, lowered myself by means of the convenient rope, and finally stood knee-deep in the waters of the Nile below, waiting. "When the ex-sepoy joined me," continued Mynheer Joe, "we began to creep along down in the direction of the little steamer. It was guarded, but Kassee knew where the sentry was posted, and he attended to his case while I got ready to unfasten the ropes. "I heard a single splash, but not a cry. Then Kassee came to me and declared everything was working all right. We pushed out into the stream and began to leave the doomed city behind. As yet discovery had not come. "I will not dwell on this part of my trip. In the morning we got up steam and began to make good headway. "Until half way to the Second Cataract we were not molested. Then^ a troop of scoutiug followers of the Malidi sighted us, and riding into tlie ziver attempted to take the steamer. "We had prepared for this. There was a small cannon on hoard, which we kept In readiness for just such an emergency as this, and when we sent Its contents into the midst of the black rascals they scattered to the winds. "Below, we had another tight, and this time they very nearly took the jressel, but .ur fire wae a triflo toe Av--'t o ' . r.f. ' . . , *. . \ . ' < . . . - '... - /. ? er Joe] : FATHBORNE. I CRT BONKIE'8 SORB. warm, and they finally allowed us to go on. "As we drew near the cataract we knew we would have to abandon the little steamer, but we had determined to continue the voyage In her light yawl, which could be carried around j the cataract by two stout men. "This was finally done, and we kept on down the river. Fortune had been kind until now. We ran upon some hippopotami, and in a rage one of the monsters crushed our boat. It was in the night. I believe my poor Kassee must have fallen a victim to the savage beasts, for I saw him no more. "My own escape was very miraculous. I landed a mile down the stream. - * i ? At'break or aay i pusneu uu. ram threw me in with a native, who carried me as far as the First Cataract in his boat. Here I met an English hunter, a bold fellow who, with some guides, had been up the river shooting river horses, as he called the hippopotami. i "He was horrified at my news, and gladly gave me a place in his comfortable boat, after which we set out for Cairo, hundreds of miles away. "All went well until we were about two days' run above the city, when a sudden squall tool; us unawares; the boat capsized, and I found myself wrecked again in the darkness. "I spent weary hours clinging to the hatch which had somehow come un-1 der my hands. Several times boats came near me in the morning, but no one would take me off. They pretended not to hear me; in fact, I might as well have been a thousand miles away for all they noticed me. You see, they have a dread of being held as witnesses, and if part of a boat's crew is lost there must be a legal inquiry, which will compel them to be in town and lose time from their work. "As the day was passing I felt that I must leave my raft and try to gain the distant shore, where the railroad runs unless soon rescued. Just then this boat came down the river, running close by. I called to the captain, tell ing him I was from Khartoom, with news of Gordon; he at once put about and came to my rescue. The r?st you already know, my frien(5s." Thus Mynheer Joe finishes his story. It has not taken a great while to tell the facts, but volumes could be filled with the details. He endeavors to control himself when speaking of Gordon's death, but it is evident that event has made a powerful impression on the sturdy explorer, who so often has fought side by side with the Christian hero. Sandy has ceased making his hieroglyphics upon the pages of his notebook. His face beams with enthusiasm at the thought of being first with this authentic account of Gordon's death. At the same time, out of respect for the feelings of Mynheer Joe, he endeavors to subdue this mark of journalistic pride and appear sober, but it is really beyond him. As for Mr. Grimes, he has observed the narrator with deep interest all the while he tells of the strange things which happened to him. Whatever is passing in the mind of the silver king he does not allow it to be shown upon his face, which is as expressionless as that of the Sphinx. The messenger from Khartoom sits there tor a brief interval, with that look of sadness on his face, as though the thoughts surging through his mind have been too much for him. "Come, rouse yourself, my boy! You are among friends at last, thank heaven, and will be the lion of Cairo when it is publicly known that you were with gallant Gordon when he fell," says Sandy, but the other holds up his hand, and says quietly: "That is a distinction I do not crave. Somehow I feel guilty in not leaving my uody beside Gordon. At best, 1 see nothing to boast of in having es ^ >i capeu iiis luic. "The brave are ever modest," says Sandy. "At least, you will make a report to the proper officials to-morrow and verify my dispatches?" "Yes. a very'brief one. That is only just. I would, for certain reasons of my own which you cannot understand, keep it as quiet as possible." "Just so!" remarku the rilver king, in such a peculiar way that Mynheer Joe glances at him, and then linds his attention caught by a photograph on the wall, which he sees for the first time. "That face again! tVbose picture have we here?" he demands, with an alarming interest CHAPTER IV. "I KNOW HIM AS SIYNHKKJt JUii. Sandy turns his head and sees what has attracted, the explorer's attention. He smiles, too, for the words of Mynheer Joe would indicate that this Is not the first time his'eyes have rested on the picture or its original. "That is the daughter of the gentleman who hires the dahabeah upon which we are just now," returns the war correspondent. "Name?" asks Joe. "Demosthenes Tanner." "Can it be possible!" "That is her father, of course. The girl " "Stupid! It was her name I asked for." "Ah, I see. She is called Molly," replies Sandy, with a wink in the direction of Mr. Grimes, who Is, how cvtr, IUU uccpij vtncu IU uuivuni^ Mynlicer Joe's face to notice aught else. He seems to be not a little fascinated by something in connection with tlie other. "Molly? A pretty name. Romehriw it just seems to fit those features. Molly Tanner is It? Good! I will remember. What .1 strange freak of fate that I should be picked up by her father's beat of all on the river! Mynheer Joe is muttering to himself, as though indulging in some remiv.-': -V. i; - -\ -v nlscence of the past; a slight smile has i j ??%am Vita rothpr worn and appeuxeu upuu uio haggard though always striking face. Evidently the thoughts that slip into his mind are pleasant ones. It is not in the nature of Sandy Bar-C low to let a comrade enjoy a secret alone. Not that he bas*any desire to be meddlesome, but he wishes to share the joy as well as the sorrows of those in whose company he travels life's highway. Hence he nods his wise little head sagely, and, cocking it on one side in a manner peculiar to himself, he remarks: "I say, Joe, this isn't the first time that face has flashed before your enchanted vision? Own up, now, like a man. We're all in love with the divine Molly; every single man in Cairo at this hour yearns for her smiles, and you will be only one of scores. Speak up, man: Where did you ever meet her? I've never heard her mention your name, to my knowledge, and. by Jove, she thought you were a Dutchman, when she sent me down here! Leave it to Grijnes if it ain't so." Mynheer Joe smiles. "For once, friend Sandy, you have hit -the bull's eye. I have met this lady before." "And still she does not recognize your name?that by which the whole world of scientific geographers has learned to call you? When she spoke of Mynheer Joe she showed no emotion, and, as I said before, told us to do all for the poor unfortunate German we could. She even wanted to come herself to hear of Gordon. He's her hero, you know, as he is of ' many thousands. Yes, and we liad even to promise to bring you back with us. So, what do you say to that?" "I suppose I shall have to go. A woman's will Is law, generally, especially one whose face is as charmiug j as that photo betrays." ' "But. your former meeting?" hammers the man of pencil and note-book, who does not deviate from a course he may have marked out, and. as a consequence, generally gets there with both feet. "Ah, you will have it, Sandy," * laughs the other. "Why not? There is something ec- j centric about it, I'll be bound. You didn't meet Molly in the ordinary or- 1 thodox way, or you'd know her name, ' while she could never forget yours." "Well, you see it's a p&or place to ask for a name when salt water, is 1 running into mouth and <^-es," returns ' Mynheer Joe. 1 The correspondent appears to have received a tremendous shock, for, suddenly springing to his feet, he clutches 1 the explorer by the arm to whirl him around so that he may look in his face. f Tl'oro Tnn tho liprn of WU1UOJVU* IT \ *V J U\t ? <? M?>w that little episode at Malta a year ago?" he demands. "I don't know about being a hero, but I did have the- extreme pleasure of jumping from my sailboat and saving, from a watery grave, a young girl who had fallen overboard from a boat that nearly upset In a squall," returns the man from Khartoom, modestly. Mr. Grimes-puckers up his lips as if to whistle, and his whole manner says: "So. that's the way the wind blows, is it, coming events cast a shadow before." As for Sandy, he shrugs bis shoulders and pretends to look dreadfully disappointed, though there is a twinkle in his eye that tells of a sly humor. You cannot always tpke Sandy as be nppears. He has often turned out to be a sly rogue. "And then you sailed away, without even leaving your name, nor has the young lady ever been able to learn who it was so gallantly jumped over- j board after ber. One thing is settled ?you've got a clear road there, Joe. Not another man -will have a chance when once Molly recognizes you as her preserver." Instead of lopking flattered the par- r ty addressed has something of a bored appearance. A man who has devoted his life to science and exploration has no business to fall in love. His heart is supposed to be wrapped up in his work. "Don't mention it, Sandy, I beg. I ] was bound upon a very curious errand ' at the time and didn't mean to be rude, ' but time was money. I could spend Ave minutes saving a girl's life but deliver me from an hour of thanks from her relatives. When I got back to Malta they had gone." [To be Continued.] Mnit Itegard the Doc's Feeling*. Nine dog catchers are to be ebosen 1 from a great list of applicants before ' tbe Chicago Civil Service Commission, and Secretary Corcoran says that the 1 examinations of those who want to fill the position are to be conducted by the nine young women employed in the office. It is expected that thereby the genus "dog catcher" in Chicago will be distinctly improved. The most painless and artistic way j of 4,roping" a fleeing poodle will be one of the questions. Commissioner ? John W. Ludwig gives as the reason for the step that enough consideration has not, heretofore been shown the feelings of captured dogs by catchers, and that a more tender-hearted corps of officers can only be secured by al lowing the young women to make the choices. Among the queries considered by the fair arbiters for adoption are the following: "What should be done to a nice, clean dog. conducting himself properly on the street, provided the dog ' has no license?" "If a dog has a license and is accompanied by another dog without one, which Bhould be taken into the wagon ?*' "Have you over whipped, beaten, j kicked, sworn at or tin-cauned a dogV ' "What would you do if, after you had accumulated a wagonload of assorted dogs, two of theui were seized with llts?"?Chicago News. ?1 Tli A nnr?* ltroA.tAf'a A British army officer, who was recently collecting cavalry mounts in Australia, received the following note from a horse breeder: "I can supply i you with horses for cavalry, artilry and infantry. But I think my special- ! ty is in the hors de combat as the j French soldiers call him, which means officers' war horse or charger." 3 ThjS ??I?TS New York City.?Russian styles are much' liked and are singularly well suited to small boy's wear. The stylish little May Manton suit shown is of Russian green melton, with wide box's bussian suit. bands of braid overlaid by narrow strips of gold and is worn with a gold belt. The style is, however, equally adapted to cloth of different colors, to velvet, velveteen and corduroy; byown, blue, black, tan and red are all -worn, and are held in equal favor "with the green. Both fronts and backs are seamless and fit smoothly across the shoulders, but are slightly loose below the belt to allow ample freedom for young legs. The left front laps well over the right in true Russian style, and the [. losing is effected invisibly beneath Hip trimmed edffe. At the neck is a standing collar with rounded ends. The sleeves are laid in a wide box pleat at the shoulders, and tucks are stitched flat at the wrists to cuff depth. The trousers are fitted at the hips with darts, and are shaped with inside, outside and centre seams, and closed at the sides. The lower edges are finished with hems or casings, in which elastic is inserted by means of which the leg portions are drawn in to give the baggy effect. To make this suit for a boy of four ! ... ... GENERALLY EECOJ pears of age three and seven-eighth rards of material twenty-one inches wide, three and an eighth yards twenty-seven inches wide, two yards fortyfour inrhps wide, or one and three quarter yards fifty inches wide, will be required. V .n's Shirt Waist. The shirt waist shows variations without number, but iu all its form retains the essential characteristics that have endeared it to the feminine heart. The smart May Manton design shown in the large drawing is admirable in every way, and will be found generally becoming. The slight fulness formed by the tucks means the soft, graceful folds that are so well adapted both to slender and stout figures, and the back gives just the tapering effect required by the latest mode. As illustrated the material is French flannel in a pretty shade of pink, the buttons are of duil-finisbed IJ -a AV- 1 1* 4IAV{U1A Iiuv^ol goiu, U.L1U IXJC ueil U1 ui-aiuic li.ciui braid, showing stripes of pink and gold, held by a simple dull sold buckle. The waist is made over a fitted lining that closes at the centre front. The fronts proper are laid in three tuck9 at each shouluer. below which they fall iree to the waist, where the fulness is arranged in gathers. Down the centrc is applied a tapering box pleat that is stitched near each edge, permanently to the right front and booked over invisibly or buttoned onto the left. The back includes three tucks that correspond with and meet those of the fronts nt the shoulder seam, are stitched in the back to the waist line, where they lap with slight fulness. The sleeves are in bishop srylc, finished at the wrists with pointed cuffs. At the neck is a standing collar that also is fiuisbed with a point and is lapped over at the centre front. To cut this skirt for a woman of medium size four yards of material tv-entv-one inches wide, three and five Pti?bth yards twenty-seven incheswide. two and three-quarter yards thinytwo inches wide, or two yards fortyfour inches wide, will be required. New Parasols. The new parasols are chiefly in bright colors of both figured and plain silks, including taffetas, satin foulards, peau de soie and peau de cynge. All bave bamboo or other natural-wood bandies, s ieks and ferrules; many have the ribs tipped with ivory and are Of fA&NiONfinished "with a bow or a cor?l and large tassels on the handle. Some of the elaborate ones are trimmed with chiffon or lace ruffles or with contrasting bands of plain or panne velvet in graduated widths. Children'* Garment*. ChildreL s garments are made in the fashionable empire style, and these are copied in the quaintest fashion. A favored color is the dull wedgwood tint of blue, but for tiny children white is still universal, and very lovely pelisse of soft washing silk are trimmed with lace, or more useful nnoB of serore and frieze have trim mings of Thibet fur, which is washa ble, or can be cleaned with the garment. j # The New Gray. There i~ a new and pretty tone of gray, which, although adopted more or less by Parlsfans, should only be worn by good looking people with fair complexions. Its eoldness is much miti gated by being mixed with black and silver, and here again does the bolerc coat give scope for imagination, foi braidings in black and silver on gray cloth are ladylike, smart and useful for all occasions. Lacing Still Modish. Lacing with ribbon, cord and bands of taffeta silk is still one of the modish features of our gowns, and it dec orates collars, cuffs, belts and skirts as well. The dressmaker * may use her own taste about the disposition of it, but she will find that she can produce some very pretty effccts in a simple way. t The Spring Wrap*. T? ? ?? ??? wioVino lrnnw thp now* 11 UliJ UllC ? iOliCO IV ?UU<? ... as to spring wraps, let it be understood that long taffeta coats will be absolutely the rage. An Open Question. It is an open question which is the handsomer "at home'' reception gown ?aimond-green, so-called; a pistachic tone of deep light green, or the peonj pink, which is so fresh and cheerful looking. These velvets are patterned over with figures either in black or a Ml IIXG SHIRT WAIST. lighter tone of the same color. The self-colored patterned velvets are re garded as rather more chic than thost which show designs ol' another color Woman'g Seven-Gored Tucked Skirt. The slurt that is tucked in groups i? always graceful ami promises to remain a favorite for the present and the season to come. The May Mantor model illustrated is the very latest that has appeared, and combines all lhe newest features. As shown it is made of wool crepe in cadet blue, bul is suited to all materials: cloth, silk, cashmere, crepe de chine and the entire range of available stuffs. The skirt is cut in seven gores. The tucks, which are a half inch in width, are laid at the straight edge of each side and back gore, there being sis groups in all, three at each side. The? are stitched and pressed flat to th. point indicated, below which they arc left free to fall iu soft loias to tne floor. The upper portion of the skirt is fitted closely anil smoothly, but it flares stylishly as it falls below the knees.; The fulness at the back is laid in double inverted pleats that meet aver the centre seam. To cut this skirt for a woman of medium size eight and five-eighth SEVZX GORED TUCKED SKIRT. yards of material twenty-one inches wide, five und a quarter yard fortyfour inches wide, or four yards fifty inches wide, will be required. A Kansas man has pro,1 up .1 clockwork device to attach to an ordinary magazine gun so as to fire eff a blank cartridge at fixed intervals. It is used by the ranchmen who set it by night so as to scarce awaj tbe .coypleg, ' * ? . . ? .1' .. ... . :at DR TAL51 AGE'S SERMON SUNDAY'S DISCOURSE BY THE NOTED DIVINE. Snbjeet: "Welfare of the Body?Simple Life Condnces to Longevity ? Religion the Great Reoewer ? Worry Hastens the Advance of Age. [Copyright 1901.1 . Washington, D. C.?In this discourse Dr. Talmage shows how any one can conquer the effect of years and grow younger in spirit; text, Psalms ciii, 5, "So that thy youth is renewed like the eagle's." There flies out from my test the most majestic of all the feathered creation?an eagle. Other birds have more beauty of plume and more sweetness of voice, but none of them has such power of beak, such clutch of claw, suen expansion of wing, such height of soaring, such wide: ness of dominion. Its appetite rejects the , carrion that invites the vulture, and in most cases its food is fresh and clean. Leveling its neck for flight, in spiral I curve, it swings itself toward the noonday i sun. It has been known to live a hundred years. What concentration of all that is sublime in the golden eagle, the ! creasted eagle, the imperial eagle, the 1 martial eagle, the booted eagle, the Jean le Blanc eagle! But. after awhile in its life comes the molting process, and it looks ragged and -worn and unattractive, and feel9 like moping in its nest on the high crags. But weeks go by and the old feathers are gone and new ornithological attire is put on. and its beak, which was overgrown, has the surplus of bone beaten > off against the rocks, and it gets back its old capacity for food, and again it mounts the heavens in unchallenged and boundi less kingdoms of air ana light. David, the author of the text, had watched these monarchs of the sky, and knew .their habits, and one day, exulting in his own phy sical and spiritual rejuvenescence, he says i to his own soul: "You are getting younger . all the time. You make me think of an eagle which I saw yesterday, juat after its molting season, swinging through the valI ley of Jehoshaphat and then circling around the head of Mount Olivet. 0 my soul, 'thy youth is renewed like the eagle's.' The fact is that people get old too fast. They allow the years to run away with them. The almanac and the family record discourage them. Some of you are older than you have any business to be. You ought to realize that as the body gets older the soul ought to get younger. Coming on toward old age you are only in the molting season, and after that you will have better wings, take higher flight and reign in clearer atmosphere. Our religion bids us to look after the welfare of the body as well as of the soul, and the first part as well as the latter part of my subject is appropriate for the pulpit. ( Many mignt turn the years backward and get younger by changing their physical habits. The simpler life one lives the ! longer he lives. Thomas Parr, of Shropshire, England, was a plain man and worked on a farm for a livelihood. At 120 years of age he was at his daily toil. He lived under nine kings of England. When i 152 years of age he was heard of in London. The king desired to see him, and ordered him to the palace, where he was so 1 richly and royally treated that it der stroyed his health, and he died at 152 [ years and nine months of age. When Dr. Harvey, the discoverer of the circulation of the "blood, made' post morL tem examination of Thomas Parr, he declared there were no signs of senile decay ' in the body. The man must have re, newed his youth, like the eagle, again and again. / All occupations and professions have afforded illustrations of rejuvenescence. Hippocrates, the father of medicine, lived 109 years, and among those eminent in the medical profession who became septuage narians and octogenarians and nonagenarians were Darwin. Gall, Boerhaave, Jenner and Ruvsch, observing themselves the laws of health that they taught their patients. In art and literature and science among those who lived into the eighties were Plato and Franklin and Carlyle and Goethe and Buffon and Halley. Sophocles reached the nineties. Haydn's oratoria, "The Creation," was composed at seventy years of age. Humboldt wrote his immortal work, "The Cosmos," at seventy-five. William Cullen Bryant, at eighty-two years of age, in my house, read without spectacles "Thanatopsis," which he had composed when eighteen years of age. Isocrates did illustrious work at ninety-four. Liontinus Gorgias was busy when death came to him at 107 years of age. Herschel at eighty years of age was hard at work avnlAMi !/\r? \focinieon l/innr nf Numidia, at' ninety years of age, fed a victorious cavalry charge against the Carthagenians. Titian was engaged on his greatest painting when he died in his one hundredth year. How often they must have renewed .their youth! But the average longevity of those in private life, and with less mental strain and no conspicuous success, is much larger than the average longevity of the renowned. There are hundreds of thousands of men and women now renewing their youth like the eagle's, so that the , possibility of such a turning back of the years is all around us being demonstrated. ) Bismarck, the greatest of German states. men, a long while before his decease, passed his eightieth milestone. When Gladstone was eighty-three years of age, 1 . ran with him up and down the hills of Hawarden. We started for a walk, but it got to be a run. Ail those men again and again renewed their youth. ' Some one writes me, "Is Dot threescore and ten the bound of human life, accordI ing to the Bible?" My reply is that Moses (not David), who wrote that psalm, was 1 giving a statistic of his own day. Through better understanding of the | laws of health and advancement of medi. cal science tne statistics of longevity have mightily changed since the time of Moses, ana the day is coming when a nonagenarian will no longer be a wonder. Phlebotomy shortened the life of whole generations, and the lancet that bled for everything is now rarely taken from the docf tor's pocket. Dentstry has given power of healthy mastication to the human race, and thus 1 added greatly to the prolongation of life. Electric lights have improved human sight, which used to be strained by the dim tallpw candle. The dire diseases which under other names did their fatal 1 work, and were considered almost incurai ble now in a majority of cases are conquered. Vaccination, which has saved millions ?' f Via m'on faof ti/iAlU'ffO 01 liven CIIIU un.ftcu ^icovcob ?vvu<av of nations, and surgery, which has advanced more than any other science, have done more than can be told for the prolongation of human life. The X-ray has turned the human body, which wa.s opaque, into a lighted castle. It is easier in this age to renew one's youth than in any other age. But the body is the smallest and least important part of you. It is your soul that most needs rejuvenation, but that will also help bodily vivification. In order to do this I advise you to banish as far as possible all fretfulness out of your life, fhe doing of that will make you ten yean younger. I know many good, Christian people who are worrying themselves out in managing the affairs of the universe. They have undertaken too big a job. They are trying to drive too long and fiery a team. They have all the affairs of church and state on hand, and they fret about this and fret about that and fret about the other thing. They fear that China will be divided up among the nations and there will be an entanglement causing wars such as we have Jieyer heard of. | They fear that hid ward ViJ. will not be as wise a king as his mother was a queen. They are appalled at the accumulated national debt. They fear society is going to pieces by reason of immoralities. 'Ihev apprehend that America will be overcrowded with foreigners. They say the newspapers are getting so bad that this country is going to be utterly demoralized. They arc all the time apprehensive of social and religious and political calamities, and it is telling on their mental health, depressing their physical health, and, instead of renewing their youth like the eagle's, they are imitating the eagle who would sit in his nest of sticks lined with grass on the rock, mourning about the woes of the ornithological world, the loneliness of the pelican, the filthiness of the vulture, the croak of the raven, the reckless of the albatross. Would that improve , thinjs? No, It would be 9 molting pro- J I iK .. L?" 'Jj L: f ~ V - t 1 Wm ? cess for that eagle which would neve* close, and it would only get thinner &n4 more gloomy and less able to gain food fof its young and less able to enjoy a land* scape as it appears under a twenty-mil? flight on a summer morning under the blue heavens. ' T I do not advise you to be indifferent to these great questions that pertain to church and state and nations, but not to iret about them. Kealize that it is not an anarchy that has -charge of affairs in thit world, but a divine government. At the head of this universe is a King whose eye is omniscience and whose heart is infinite love. His government is not going to be a failure. He cannot be defeated. Better ' trust Him in the management of thi? world and of all worlds. All you and I have to do is to accomplish the work that is put in our hands. That is all we have to be responsible for. In a well managed orchestra the players upon stringed and wind instruments do not watch each other* The cornetist does not look to see how the violinist is drawing the bow over th? strings, nor does the flute player scrutinize the drum. They all watch the baton of the leader. And we are all carryiofour part, however insignificant it may be, ... in the great harmony. The closing years of life ought to be the best part of it, as an arrival in port ought to be happier than embarkation. It is better to have the cyclones behind you than Vipfnrp vnn Rnmp nnp will might renew his youth, but I have been through so much there is no such thing ; for me as revivification." You are wrong. "> You have n6t gone through as much at David went through. He had all the exneriences of shepherd boy. armor bearer, 'X king's bodyguard; hunter of wild beast#, warrior and monarch. He was forty years , on a rocking throne. He was the Oriental hero in many a battle, made moral mistakes enough to destroy him, prostrated a giant with one stroke, was the father of Hebrew poetry and wrote poems which all the subsequent centurifs have been chant* ing. dramatized dementia to escape assassination. ran against Ahithophel's betray- ; : al and Saul's jealousy and Absalom's in- v>j surrection, amd made Jerusalem the religious cantal of the world. If after all that he could renew his youth, you ought to be able to do the same. My text suggests that heaven is an eter- - nal youth. A cycle of years will not leave any mark upon the immortal nature.Eternity will not work upon the soul in heaven any change unless it be more pa- 1 diance and morj wisdom and more rapture. A rolling on from glory to gloryf In anticipation of that some of the hap- > piest people on earth are aged Christiana. The mightiest testimonies have been given by the veterans in the gospel army. While some of the aged have allowed themselvee to become morose and cynical and impatient with youth and pessimistic about the , world and have become possessed with the spirit of scold and fault finding, an<f are ieariui 01 oemg crowciea oui 01 ineir sphere manv of the aped have been glad to step aside that others may have a chance and are hopeful about the world, expecting its redemption instead of ita demolition, and they are inspiration and comfort and helpfulness to tke household and to the neiehborhood and to the church. The children hail the good1 old ^ man as he comes down the road. Hi?smile, his words, his manner, his whole ; life, make the world think better of religion. ' $ I congratulate all aged Christians that the molting season will soon be over, and. f you will mount higher than eagle ever a* cended. What a good thing that you ari soon to get rid of winter's, cold and summer's heat and drenching rain and hover* ing clouds, and live in superbest climate o! the universe, whether it be this -world made over as to atmosphere and contour or in some star which mighty telescope hails from the observatory or in some centre around which all worlds wheel. It i* all ready, and has been ready, as near a? I can calculate, since 1871 years ago, when Christ went up after saying, "I go to pre? pare a place for you." .What a good thing to get rid of this world's vicissitudes ana to have no surprises except those that are exhilarant, as when Milton may ring a new canto or Chrysostom may speak witb a new eloquence or Handel may render a new symphony, for I do not suppose that those who were mighty on earth are going to be idlers in heaven. What a good thing it is, all ye aged Christians, that you can soon get rid ol dulled ear and sight that requires strong eyeglasses and infirmities which make ^oi? hold on to the banister, leaving you.panb ing at the head of the stairs, and enter a land of eternal health, where the most rubicund cheek of robust life on earth would be emaciation compared with the vigor of the immortals. What u good thing to get beyond being misunderstood and blamed fqr what you could not helfe, and picked at Dy a hard world, and the? , pass into a heavenly society where all think well of each other, ana friendship? are eternal, depreciation and slander and backbiting unknown, for the gate of heav- v en was shut against them in the state- ' ment, "Without are dogs." What a good ii thing to have satisfying and glorious explanation of things that puzzled yoi? twenty or forty or eighty years, to have the interrogation point abolished and all mystery solved ana God's government vin0Y?rJ nrlll coo 11/hv Pfp allnwpft uivaicu, auu j v/u mu bvv ?? sin and sorrow to. come into the world, and why the bad were permitted to.live so long and the good were cut off in the time of their greatest usefulness, and why so many of the consecrated find life a struggle, while many of the infamous ride prosperously, princes afoot and beggara a-horseback, and the last honest question shall have been answered. ? Gibbon in his history says that Moham* i med had a dream in which he thought that, mounted on the horse Borak, he ascended the seven heavens and appro4che<f within two bow shots of the throne and felt a cold that pierced him to the heart when his shoulder was touched by th? hand of God. That might do for Mohamj med's heaven, but not for a Christian . heaven. No cold hand put upon your shoulder theve, no cold hand of repulse ol doubt, but the warm hand of welcome, the warm hand of saintly communion, the warm hand of God. ^ I congratulate all Christians wno are id the eventide. Good cheer to all of you. Your best days are yet to come. You are yet to hear the best songs, see the grand' est sights, take the most delightful iournevs, form the most elevating friendships, and after 10,000 years of transport you will be no nearer the last rapture tnan when you were thrilled with the first. In heaven you will have what most pleases you. Archbishop Leighton's desire for heaven was a desire for Christ and purity and love, and he has found thero what he wanted. John Foster rejoiced at the thought of heaven, because there he could study the secrets of the universe without restraint, and he has been regal* ing himself in that search. Southey thought of heaven as a place where he would meet v/ith the learned and the great?Chaucer and Dante and Shakespeare. He no doubt has found that style of communion. That great and good Dr. Dick was fond of mathematics, and he said r\f fhi* fimp in Vipavpn would be given to that study, and I have no doubt that since ascension he has made . advancement in that science. The "twelve manner of fruits" spoken of in Revelation means all kinds of enjoyment in heaven, for twelve manner of fruits includes all the chief fruits that are grown on trees. I suppose there will be as many kinds of enjoyment as there will be inhabitants. You will have in heaven just what' you want. Are you tired? Then heaven will be rest. Are you passionately fond of sweet sounds? Then it will be music. Ar? you stirred by pictures? There will be all the colors on the new heavens, on the iasper sea, and the walls imbedded with wnat splendors! Are you fond of great architecture? There you will find the temple of God and the Lamb and the uplifted thrones. Are you longing to eet back to your loved ones who have ascenaed ? Then it will be reunion. Are vou a home body? Then it will be home. Here and there in this world you will find some one who now lives where he was born, and three or four generations may have dwelt in the same house, out most people^ have had several homes?the home 01 cnnanooa, tne home they built or rented for their early manhood, the home of riper and more prosperous years. But all homes put together, precious as they are in remembrance, or from present occupancy, cannot equal the heaveulv home in the house of many mansions. No sickness will ever come there, for it is promised "there shall be no more pain." No parting at the front door, no last look at faces never to be seen again, but home with God, home with each other, home, forever, .