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j*mu \ i i ??aa? ?? Q&fJS<ii <M tfSMiWf'K&M 1 3 A Tale f ^ YO f~?\M!S1 -ftp. SecretService \_______ I * ^ CHAPTER XXII. 14 Continued. Then he mounted. The last person with whom he shook hands was his hrother Charlie, who had been standing at the horse's head. It was strange how the young sailor invariably found something to do, and was never to be discovered idle. "Come, Adonis!" Winyard called out, and then he vanished in the darkness. Then Mrs. Mistley, Mrs. Wright, and the colonel turned and entered the house. Lena and Charlie were left alone. They stood side by side, and listened for a sound that was dead. So still were they that Charlie could hear the hurried tick of his own watch. Lena stood motionless, and showed no sign of moving. Her companion waited for some minutes with the peaceful patience of a sailor, and then he said in little ? ? ? mliienan* JULUI t? tixan a %v "Come, Lena!" She turned and looked at him vaguely, as if she had not been award of his presence. He was standing in front of the open door; a beam of light flooding out into the darkness rested on his upright form, and gleamed on the dead white of his linen. He was motionless and quiet as usual?the personification of equability and strength. From his unusual height lie looked down at her gravely. "Come," Tie repeated. "We have had a hard day?let us go in. Beware of that little step." And, under pretext of guiding her, he took her hand within his arm, and entered the house. They found the old people in the drawing room. imr.iiou fTrtJUnfr o e cTi r* well; sue SX&1U., ?>UU1U^, txj uui. crossed the room. "Well!" replied Charlie at once, without turning round. "I think," Baid Lena, -without addressing any one in particular, "that it was a great success, don't you? Everybody said they enjoyed themselves immensely, and 1 really believe they meant it." "I am sure they did," affirmed her mother, readily, with a little contraction of the eyes. "The floor was lovely, I know, because I tried it. Charlie led me ascray as usual, and made me dance against my principles and despite my gr*;- hairs." "I heard," y*id Lena, mischievously, "several people talking about an elderly lady from London being the best dancer in the room. But? there is papa pulling his mustache to keep himself awake. You old people keep such shocking late hours. Puff?therp> eops a candle?tmff? there is another. Good-night, Mrs. Mistley; good-night, mother; goodnight, poor, sleepy old gentleman; good-night?Charlie." CHAPTER XXIIL Disguised. The rays of the setting sun, piercing the frosty air, gleamed luridly on every dome and minaret of grand old "Mother" Moscow. The bell suspended in the white tower of Ivan .Veliki was thrilling the entire city, far beyond the Kremlin gates, with its deep, continuous voice. There was no sound of metallic concussion, but one great unbroken hum vibrated over all, like the buzz of some huge winged insect. It was a. feast day, and the Metropolitan was about to bless the people from the jeweled auar steps 01 me camearai. The shopkeepers in the Slavonski Bazaar were busy closing their little narrow booths, knowing that their commerce was finished for the day. From one of the arcaded passages there emerged an old man, bent and limping. He was clad in a long garment confined at the waist by an old leather strap. His high boots, reaching almost to the knees, were innocent alike of grease or blacking. On his head was a black astrakhan cap, all glossy with newness, and in his hand he carried five or six more. This type is common enough in Moscow?the man was an itinerant vender of astrakhan caps, and, like the rest of his kind, was quit'e ready to take that from his head to offer to any would-be purchaser. As he came out of the Slavonski Bazaar, he turned his head as if a dog should have been at his heels; then beneath his shaggy curls of grizzling brown he smiled a little grimly. Painfully he made his way across the broad market place, not in the direction of the Holy Gate, but toward .the marvelous Basil. Opposite this, the most lovely building ever erected to the glory of God by a man who knew not His love, the old hat-seller stood and gazed. For greater convenience he laid his .cone of fur hats upon one arm and raised his two hands to the crook of his staff. The eyes that rested on the glorious curve of varying cupola, and minaret were strangely youthful and penetrating. Admiration for this triumph of Eastern architecture was expressed therein, but wonder there Ttroc* ?Af Tf wf?>o oe i nlH man knew every line and turn, aud was now gazing ou them as one who bids farewell. The sbarp, concise tread of an officious police agent sounded ou the stones behind the old fellow, but he never turned or heeded it. He seemed lost in a reverie wherein perhaps figured the grim personality of Ivan the Terrible, who had caused this same Basil to be built; and then, when it was finished, #iee-; iug, despits his coarse and harbor- j ous nature, that it was almost .super- J n ' J-vk ' _ \. > ... cx * 1 -\ B.y-r '& ung W rLEY rf? I / Merriman. ?r / ... f ? * I | human, had blinded forever its nameless architect. But what should an old hat-seller know of these things? "Thou wilt sell no caps here," said the obtuse police spy at his elbow. "No?" answered the old man quietly, without looking round. "No; go on, one way or the other." , "Then in Moscow one may not even look at a church?" said the old man, turning to go. "No. I turned away an Englishman from here yesterday"; and if an Englishman?for they see everything?may not look, surely thou mayest not." "Same fellow, my man. Same fellow, you thick head!" muttered the old man in perfect English, as he hobbled toward the Holy Gate. In passing through he reverently I ared his head, looking sideways up with senile awe toward" the sacred picture. He quickened his shambling pace, but stopped suddenly in one of the narrower streets of New Moscow. A blue letter-box was fixed to the wall, and upon this he laid his stock of fur caps, separating them and shaking out the little black curls of hair with a practiced hand. He arranged and sorted his diminutive stock in trade for some time, till the street was clear of passers-by. Then he slipped one hand into the breast of his long coat and produced a letter. After glancing at the address, he dropped it into the box, and murmured in English: "There goes the last link. I am off at last, and a week ago to-day I was putting up scenery at Eroomhaugh!" When the Post Office collector came shortly afterward with his bag to clear the box, the old hat-seller was still examining his wares, one of which he pressed upon the letter carrier with a little clumsy pleasantry about the cap coming in useful when he received his pension. The old fellow spoke the guttural, coarse Russian of the south. Beneath his shaggy brows he watched his letter fall from the box | into the canvas bag, and then turned away toward the high road leading to Nijni Novgorod. Thus Winyard Mistley turned his back on civilization, and started on his lone and wearisome journey of three thousand miles. The? hurried leave-taking at the porch had been indeed a farewell, despite his. cheery assurance to the contrary. Twentyfonr hours after leaving- Broomhaugh ho was on board a little merchant steamer gliding slowly dov/n the Humber. An interview at Whitehall, a second at the War Office, and he had received his instructions. No outfit, no letters of introduction, no baggage. "Was there anything to delay his starting immediately?" he had been asked. "No, nothing!" The answer v/as not very prompt; there was the shadow of hesitation in it; and for a moment the whitehaired, anxious soldier who had asked the question relaxed the coldness of his official demeanor. "It is sometimes better," the old, worn-out traveler said, "to find that there is no time to say good-bye? do you not find it so?" "Yes, perhaps it is better so," Winyard had replied, with a sudden smile, and all was said and done. Ai?d now that was al^ over?a mer-j memory of the past. The hurried -reparations, the difficult letter to M-s. Mistley, written at a club amid the laughter and merry-making of men who would have been silent enough had they known. The uncomfortable farewell at King's Cross Station, and the last grave pressure of the hand from the two old travelers, who, partial strangers as they were, had made a point of seeing him off. j Now he was fairly at work, and his old confident delight in the attendant difficulties was returning to him. CHAPTER XXIV. The Black Line. Only a fortnight had elapsed since Winyard Mistley's departure from Broomhaugh, and Colonel Wright was already beginning to experience some anxiety at the absence of news from him. The old soldier, too impulsive for a diplomat, grumbled aloud at the prolonged silence of his pupil. He knew that there must be good reason for it", but felt at the same time that he, of all people, might reasonably expect to be kept fully posted as to Winyard's movements. On the fifteenth morning the tardy letter arrived at last, having been forwarded by Mrs. Mistley from Paris. The colonel read it slowly, for it was written in pencil on the torn-out page of a sketchbook. Then he turned the paper over again and read it aloud: "Dear Colonel?I leave Moscow this afternoon, walking to the first station on the Nijni Line. I am fairly off now?right in the heart of the country, and no one the wiser. Give me twelve mont'is before you think of getlng anxious, eighteen before you show your anuety, and twentyone before you send Wilsou and Bates. Let them come unknown to the newspapers. If either of them be unable to come?I do not anticipate c/\ni n nn n tiler* niiief Do not on any accounf send one man aione. If I should not get back, and Wilson fails to hear of me, shed a friendly tear, but shed it in private; our v/hite-coated friends must not hear of it. By the bye, on secoi thoughts, please tell your ladies anw the mater all about Marie Bakovitch. | It will be safer. Do not lose sight of ; . v. the mater, and take care of the respectable Adonis. Yours, "W. M." The colonel's voice quivered a little as he finished reading. Lena, slowly sipping her coffee, looked over her cup toward her father, with an interested but somewhat critical expression on her face. - - -1- - 5 J "It is to De liopea, sue saiu, wm tie respectable Adonis will appreciate the interest shown in his welfare." "Ye-es," said the colonel, vaguely, as he slowly folded the letter. "There!" he continued more energetically, as he placed it in his pocket, "you know as much as I do." Mrs. Wright slowly raised her eyes from her plate, and looked across the table toward her husband. "Except," she said, suggestively, "in the matter of Marie?something or other." "Marie Bakovitch?yes, I must tell you about her. It would interest you, I think." Lena as still sipping her coffee indifferently. "Marie Bakovitch," continued the colonel, "is a young lady, beautiful and accomplished. Two years ago + r> rpmnve me from 3UU UUUVl vv - ? the face of the earth. She is what is called in some countries a patriot, and that is the form taken by her patriotism. Of course she belongs to several crack-brained societies, and one of these was kind enough to inform me by letter that I was condemned, at the same time warning Mistley. He had the effrontery to reply to their formal Communication, but I did not see the letter. Since then I have heard nothing about it. Some time later Mistley received a threatening letter, and since then this girl has followed him like a shadow." Lena slowly set her cup down upon the table. With one white finger she began polishing the top cf the silver coffee pot with peculiar attention, like a child who is being gently scolded. "By some means," continued . the colonel, "he turned the wrath of these mistaken patriots Irom my head, and called it down upon his own. Marie Bakovitch followed him to Walso, and actually attempted to shoot him, down at the Broomwatef one day when he was fishing. She missed him, and then fainted into his arms?in the most confiding manner, Winyard said. The fellow managed to make even that into a funny j story. He generously kept the whole | affair quiet, and succeeded in getting the girl away from waiso. sne even promised to leave England, but whether she will keep her promise or not, I cannot say. He was afraid that they might have been seen together, and that gossip would get about, so he asked me to tell you the truth about it." The two ladies were silent. Lena bent her head over the coffee pot as if she were short-sighted and wished to see the result of her prolonged polishing. It was only when he looked across the table and met his wife's eyes that Colonel Wright fully realized what Winyard Mistley had J done in taking this danger upon himself. "And you knew this all along?" said Sirs. Wright, presently, with gentle severity. She was recalling, with the unerring memory of a woman for such details, the thousand passing incidents in which Winyard Mistley and his chief might have betrayed their anxiety concerning Marie Bakovitch and her presence in Walso. Women usually consider that they have the monopoly of the minute diplomacy of every-day life. They love I to comment on the clumsiness and want of tact wiih -which they are pleased to endow their husbands, brothers and sons; and when a revelation comes to them, as it had now come to Mrs. Wright, the result is a trifle humiliating. Most women learn sooner or later in their lives that the men whom they pride themselves upon blindly leading, allow themselves to be led just as far as suits them, and not an inch beyond. Lena must have been thinking of this also, for presently, without locking up, she said: (To be continued.) Smoke Nuisance in New York. Electric light is a great conven - A o iionnceirv hut. Wfi iCHUC, dill I u >*J t .. need not barter our glorious sunlight to obtain it. There are some nuisances entailed by modern progress which must be endured, but for the smoke nuisance there is no excuse. Bituminous coal can be burned without this willful was'.e of carbon, and il is strange that those ii charge of power houses and other large consumers of soft ccal should^ not see that the prevention of smoke by suitable"devices, or eveu by mori careful stoking, would effect a very appreciable economy in fuel. They should be made to sec it. (no by one tho great cities of the Eas>' are being devoured by the black smoko beast? even tidy Philadelphia is becoming grimy and soot-soiled?and if*New York is to be saved speedy and energetic: action must be taken by the health commissioner. We have gone back to dirty streets, but let us at least keep the air clean.?From the Medical Record. A Non-Partisan Drum. A story v.'hich certainly ought to be true is told by the Irish Independent about th? Orange celebrations just concluded. All well informed persons know that drum-beating forms a most important part of the ceremonies. Now it happened that an-Orange lodge in Armagh (where Colonel Saundcrcon comes from) found itself drumiess on the great day; and no drum, no celebrations. It also happened, however, that there I was a Nationalist baud in the same town. Sub rosa, the Nationalist drum was borrowed for the occasion. It pounded as loudly as the most loyal instrument of percussion in all Armagrh.?London Daily News. The Iloxican Government chargcs 011 transfers of land deeds amount to from ?40 to $45 Mexican on $1000 value. According to the laws of that country it is necessary for foreigners to have their nationality mentioned in the iJtle, otherwise they become Mexicans. ' r7?r ip i , : >.,h ; Sf^/POPULAR\>r^ m fj ' SCIENCE * % 50 ? ? ? It is now possible to see and hear plants grow, In the apparatus of two Germans the growing plant is connected with a disk having in its centre an indicator which moves visibly and regularly, and this movement, magnified fifty times over a scale, shows the progress in growth. Magnet windings of uninsulated wire are said to have proved feasible by the use of aluminum wire, the natural oxide upon which forms an effective insulation for moderate voltages. For over 200 volts, paper wound wet between tue layers is effective, and for higher potentials, ex- . tra oxidation has been secured by 1 rUrvriino- 4 r* O /"?>! OmiVsl t V> Ui|/piU5 u> VX?VU?4VM. WW.? It is reported from Paris that Professor Behring has discovered a new method of sterilizing milk without boiling it or destroying any of its essential principles. The method is based on the powerful qualities of German perphydrol, simply oxygenated. One gram per litre of this substance is sufficient to destroy all noxious gernis. Milk thus sterilized . can be kept a long time. According to recent investigations, the peculiar flavor that pleases smokers is largely due to the activity of certain bacteria while the tobacco is undergoing the fermentation' stage of curing. Dr. Sucshsland, a German scientist, has cultivated germs taken from fine Cuban tobacco while fermenting and introduced them into inferior varieties of German tobacco. When the latter was cured connoisseurs could not distinguish it from the best Cuban brands. Borings 1000 feet deep in New Orleans have encountered nothing more solid than mud, sand and a little thin clay; hence the problem of making safe foundations for the piers of a gigantic railroad bridge which is soon to be built acrosB the Mississippi near the city is a hard ?? mt one ror engineering science. xue piers will rest on timber caissons, each measuring over sixty feet by 126 and 140 feet high. The bottoms of these caissons will be 170 feet below the surface of the river. "MOMENTUM IN VARIATION." Explanation of Growth of Useles3 Animal Organs. In many animals there are certain organs which, useful in their earlier stages, have apparently been so greatly developed as to become rather hindrances. The horns of certain deer, for example, useful as weapon3 of defense when smaller, have become so large as rather to handicap the animals In the struggle for life. The huge overgrown teeth, or tusks, of certain of the boar family may be cited as further examples. These are sometimes explained as organs which have been more useful in their present state under former conditions, and which have persisted through heredity. In the American Naturalist, however, Mr. F. B. Loomis brings forward another explanation. He thinks the growth of such organs is due to what he calls "momentum in variation." As a variation proceeds in a certain direction It acquires, like a hnrtv mnvincr under the action of gravity, a momentum which may carry it past the stage of greatest utility. This factor in evolution, Mr. Loomis thinks, has not been assigned the importance it deserved. Other evolutionists, however, have suggested that when an animal or plant has once started to vary in a given direction, it acquires a tendency to go on varying in that direction. And this, although the word momentum is not used, agrees with the above theory. An Unexpected Bite. One of the queerest experiences in catching trout that any man ever had was that at Moosehead Lake by an Attleboro sportsman named Williams. He was standing on the apron of the dam at Wilson's, fishing in the quick water below, and had met with fair success. Near the snore, on his right hand, in a little eddy, he noticed a barrel lying on its side in several feet of water. He Wondered what it was there for, and was so curious that h? left his fishing and went down to examine. He found that it was an old molasses barrel, and was lying so that he could see the bunghole. Of course, the barrel was full of water, and the man had no idea there was a fish inside of it, but just for curiosity he dropped his hook through the hole, and no sooner had | it landed there than the water was boiling, and the fisherman knew he had a trout on the other end. He played him until the fish was tired, and when he came to land him he r>nnlrl nnt e-of him Ihrnneh the hole. He secured a saw and sawed a piece out of the top of the barrel near the hole. The fish came out. It weighed three pounds, and was one of the handsomest squaretails caught in that section this year. One of the guides said that the trout must have gone into the barrel when small, and had lived on bugs and worms which had taken up their abode inside.?Maine Sportsman. For Justice's Sake. A Chicago Irtwyer tells of a justice of the peace in a town in Southern Indiana whose ideas touching the administration of justice were sorae| what bizarre. On one occasion, after ' all the evidence was in and the plaintiff's attorney had made an elaborate argument, the defendant's attorney rose to begin his plea. "Wait a minute!" exclaimed the 4' T /Inn'f coo r\r\ 11QO in VOUP j l/UUIl. X V*V/Xi W WWW MW ^ vw.. proceeding, Mr. Brown. I have got a very clear idea now of the guilt of the prisoner at the bar, and anything more from you would have a tendency to confuse the Court. I know he's guilty and I don't want to take no chances.''?Harper's Weekly, i . t *; ' v /.' THE SUNDAY SCHOOL. INTERNATIONAL LESSON COMMENTS FOR FEBRUARY 10, BY THE REV. I. XV. HENDERSON. Subject: Abram Called (o Be a Bless? in?, Gen. 12:1-S?Golden Text: uen. ? Memory verses. 1-8. The call of God to Abratn to leave his home in Haran and go into a new, unfamiliar and untried land is the beginning of the separate history of a nation. The Scripture immediately preceding the lesson introduces us to the beginnings of Hebrew racial existence. The call of God was also a test ol! Abrahkm's submission to and trust, in God. However deeply religious Abram may have been and however much he may have enjoyed a special vision of the personality and providence of Jehovah this still remains true that he had a surpassing trust in God and was also uncommonly devoted to Him or he never would have obeyed the command of God as he did. No information was offered to Abram as to the terminus of his journey. God simply called upon him to gather his family, his possessions, his retainers, those who were worthy to go with him, and having gathered them to lead them forth whither God should direct. The command necessitated the breaking of the ties which bind to country, relatives and friends. To obey it was to be supremely ooe- 1 dient.. Also to obey it was to be paramountly trustful. Abram stands as the one mighty, imposing figure in these earliest days of Israel's history. The names of the mass of the people, of both great men and small 'men, are forgotten. He alone stands out in monumental stature. Amidst polytheistic peoples he worships the one true God. , When fidelity is needed he exhibits it, when a leader is required he comes forward. How long God's spirit labored with Abram before he reached the high plane to which he attained we do not know. We are informed only of the result.. Abram was, in the light of contemporaneous history, indeed a man to whom Jehovah might reveal Himself. The object of God's call to Abram") was that' in separateness a nation j mirrhf- hp raispd whose ideal should i be religious perfectness, and whose heritage should be the promise given unto Abram that, contemplating their prosperity and plenty, material and spiritual, all the nations of the world should call Israel blessed and j become desirous to become in a like fashion the recipients'of the divine favor. Abram was, under God, the leader in a new movement in the history of the world. Heretofore God had dealt with the peoples in a mass. Twice, we are told, the people defied His authority. Before the flood they sunk themselves in sin; after the deluge, Babel. And eo God sets apart a people who shall be to the nations and to all mankind an ensample of religious worth. In order to catch the truth of this story it is not necessary to do either of two things that are occasionally done. It is not necessary either to forget that Abram is entitled to be considered as an historic charagter, nor i3 it necessary to forget that this is not the march of a single individual and a few adherents, bound to him by the ties of collateral consanguinity. Abram looms too large, not only in the records of Israel, but also in the history of humanity, to be lightly brushed aside. And when in Gen. 14:14 we find that Abram "led forth his trained men, born in his house, three hundred and eighteen," we understand that a considerable nomad tribe followed Abram in his pilgrimage into the land foreordained for them by God. The lessons for us are immediate and real, however remote the examples may be. Abram's trust and submission are the pattern for ours. Our fidelity should be Abramic and more. He had only the dawn of the religious day to light him on his way. We have the sunshfne of God's truth for the illumination of our pathway. God made Israel to be the envy of the world. He will make America so to be if America will be obedient and faithful to the heavenly vision, if America will put her trust, actively and effectively, in Him. Vs. 1. "Country." From Haran. He had previously left "Ur of the Chaldees." "Will shew." Notice the future tense. No advance information is granted. Vs. 2. "And." Better, "tbat." It was a prerequisite to greatness and the blessing that Abram should leave Haran. God had to get him away from his surroundings in order to do the work He had in mind. A new en-, vironment was as necessary .as obedience. Vs. 3; "Blessed." Possibly better, "So that all the families of the earth shall invoke a blessing like thine for themselves." This promise is fulfilled in our day through Christ. Vs. 5. "Went forth?came." The beginning and fruition of faith and submission are in a few words here epitomized. Vs. C. "Shechem." Between Mts. Ebal and Gerizim in Central Palestine. "Oak." R. V. Terebinth. Called "The Oak of Divination." ' Vs. 7. "Appeared." It was a common experience in the lives of the holiest men in Israel. It is no less common to-day, and it would not " * oil uncnm m ni if men would practice the presence of God. "Altar." Abram is represented as erecting altars at the places where he had received a special insight into the designs of God. Vs. 8. "Beth-el." House of God; In Central Palestine. Deposit of Diamonds. At Christiania, a little town in the Transvaal, about seventy miles above Kimberley, an alluvial deposit has been discovered bearing diamonds, and the entire area has been staked out in claims, which are granted by the Government, each fifty yards square. The "digging" for diamonds, which are found in the surface deposits, is somewhat similar to placer gold mining. There some 3000 rtia. mond miners, representing every nationality, are living in hut3 and tents wun laeir luuua^ Government Buys Balloon. A new balloon has just been ordered by the United States Government, for use by the War Department for experimental purposes in military work. The balloon will be of the regulation type, but an unusually large one, capablc of holding 80,000 cubic feet of gas, the largest of its kind ever made in America. A Barrel of Apples. On the average every American eats a barrel of apples In a year. J '/' " 1 JO THE GREAT DESTROYER SOME STARTLING FACTS ABOUT THE VICE OP INTEMPERANCE. Drink, the Great Destroyer?It Kills Ambition, Friendship, Self-Respect, Honesty and Even Lovein the Graveyard of Rum. Once more we take up the subject . that is the most important of all to millions of human beings. And we urge you to use this pic-, ture (The picture referred to represents a drink-sodden, ragged and re-, pulsive looking bum meditating In Rum's Graveyard, where are buried Ambition, Seif-Respect, Hope, Family Ties, Love, Friendship and Health. Whisky bottle in hand, the victim of intemperance Is seated on the grave of his Ambition.?Ed.) and this editorial, and your own stronger personal arguments with young men that may be in danger, with older men and women that need to be helped to fight the greatest curse. ' ?- - wlll TniS IS a JJlCLUie mat win appeal to the imagination of children and to the experience of the old. A few things make life worth while; among them: Friendship, ambition, self-respect, honesty. All of these and many others are put away in the grave? that are dug by drink. First goes ambition. The grave of ambition is big, and it is filled with the men that began to drink wlti 'ihe idea that "a little would not hurt them," only to find out that the little of the beginning meant destruction in the end. Drink has' killed more Mnbition than all other forces in life put together. Drink kills friendship. One by one friends are driven from the man that put his own selfish appetite ahead of duty and of all other considerations. Friendship is based upon appreciation of manliness, upon the sense of equality between men. Drink destroys equality; it drags a man down, and it drags him away from his friends. Drink kills love and happy family life. How many wives have clung to drunken husbands! How desperately they have tried to save them only the drunkards know. But what drink starts out to do, it does. Itdestroys affection, and It destroys, the family. The family is based upon the respect of the children for the father and mother. Drink destroys self-respect, for it kills that by which respect was created. A drunkard struggles and strives, over and over, to save himself?to save the self-respect that is slipping away from him. But eventually seli'-respect is bur? led also in the graveyard of drink, and principle?honesty?can be found in a grave nearby. A man's conscience attacks and worries him, even in the last stages of drinking. Others forgive'i him again and again?but In his good moments he does not forgive himself. Hope, of course, lies in the grave- , yard of drink. Its death Is slow, for alcohol deceives the man that it is destroying, and it deceives him with hope. Hope and health end together at last?and are buried and added to the list of graves. It is hard to cure the man upon whom drink has fastened its hold. Of such men a great majority want to do better. But drink has cunningly destroyed the "will first of all. And while the drunkard wants to do what you tell him, he wants a thousand times more the drink that he craves. It is hard to reform a man far down the hill. But it is not hard to fill with hatred and fear of drink the young that are still free from it, or those that are only beginning. Make clear to the young men, and especially to children, the road that leads to this graveyard. Let them know that the road is a steep hill, .that it gets steeper and steeper as it goes dowrn At the top yon can stop in safety and look into the dark graveyard at the foot. A few steps down, and you can still turn around?but it soon becomes too late. There is hardly a home in the United States that has not a member in need of this picture. Use it.?Prom an Editorial in ths New York American. Always a Loser. The drinker always loses. When a man lays a dime on the bar he loses It. That is the exact'financial import of that transaction. It is not fanaticism that says this. Science says it. Observation says it. Does he get any return for it? Not at all. Does his mother? Nobody will claim it is any advantage to a mother for her son to I natrnnizft the saloon. Does his child? Never. Does his wife? Oh, well, she gets the smell, but that Is not very nourishing. Who makes in that deal? The drinkssller. He gets the dime, nine cents of it is profit, but in tfee long run the business breaks him too. A Good Sort of Town. "Stockton is a good example of a good town with no saloons," said a traveling man. "It is one of the best business towns in northwestern Kansas. It has miles of cement walks, good buildings, both business houses and residences, fine large stocks of goods and a happy and prosperous people. Twice as many people como to town each day to buy goods as come to any other town in the State twice its size. Instead of the people squandering their money for booze they spend it for groceries and clothing. Saloons make a town prosper* ous?for the saloonkeepers." Temperance Notes. As a rule, when a beer-drinker takes the pneumonia, he dies." Connecticut is progressing. Local option obtains in ninety-two ou% of the 1C8 towns in the State. The Rev. Charles M. Sheldon has accepted an invitation to take part in a local option crusade in England. At the Western Pennsylvania Hospital for the Insane the authorities say that in the majority of cases under their care, alcohol has figured largely in producing deAentia. Columbia District has cut the licenses down from 1100 to G45 within the last ten years by the use of local option. I The city of Cleveland is having a I camnaign for the ending of the bar maid custom. In many saloons in that city girls are employed to serve drinks. There is an ordinance forbidding this gross custom. All the voices of civilization aro calling on the drinker to leave the bar and take the safe side of the wayj But the per capita consumption increases. Something more must be) done. Something better must bq( found. * ^,. m THti QuiET^FrooiL THE LITTLE COMMON SOULfi||S "Put Tj\vr) " rrioA nnt. thfl Little CoHUQOZt* |H Souls, "We idle round Thy throne of splendor! Let us once more unto the earth return, And there some tiny service render. "We loved the little vales; the hills thafc rose 1/ HE To kii?8 the golden mouth of heaven; - \ We loved the thousand winds that and hlew; fl The dews that fell at morn and even. H "We loved the dancing shadow of the tree?-^fl The sunbeams at their merry shining; H| We loved the filmy webs the spiders spun* The fields and meads with beauty lining^^H "We loved the timid robins shy and wOd, H| Their breasts of song witk glory burning? Yea, Lord, we would slip forth fffl?>m para.' ^B dise. H To earth's dear humble'.charms returnThen soft the Master smiled , and sent I them forth? A lovely host in fragrant masses; ^B And lo, the Little Common Souls to earth B Come back to serve Him as .the grasses! I ?Edward Wilbur Masoa. ' ^B 'fhe Model of Mantlood. I Quit yourselves like mea.^I. Sam- fl uel, iv., 9. . i We need not turn, to .the New Testament to hoar that voice. That'H is the'voice that is- always speaking H to us from , within. We know whatf B we ought to do'and be,'an,d when- I ever we fall short of our ideal we atef m overcome with.humiliation and cha- M grin. "Quit you like men." That what we say to one another. V fl Do we not go to the drunkard and H say, "Now be'a mah?to*<Jt (fouree ha is a man already. 'Even in his* drunk- H enness he is a hqmpn beings bat he H is not a man in the ^complete meaning H of the word. He has put "aft enemy into his mouth to stear away his H brains. He has abdicated the pcItUh I eges and dignity of manhood. God Bj has seated him upon a throne, but H he has surrendered his throne acd B his sceptre, ana we endeavor to lire him out of his degradation by saying, "Be a man." How many dime* we have said, "Be more of a.man!" A man can be a man up to a oertaln point, and there stop, i He may be a fragment of a man, simply the rudiment of a man. He had a few of the virtues and graces of manhood, but in many others he to deft" cient. "Oh, how I wish he were more of a man!1' we say of this'Imperfect specimen of manhood, u And where do we get our ideal of manhood? We eet it from Jean's Christ, the-Son ofi Ood7 "Behold the'man!" raid Pontius Pilate 1800 years Ahd that Is what the world is saying still. , Many of us have at times leltlike^ Diogenes when we have looked through certain, quarters of society. "Oh, that my eyes might fall upon a man!" we have said as we have looked Into political life* with its corruption, and into social, life, with it?: frivolity and its shame.' But: as soon as we turn our eyes on Jesus Christ we say instinctively. "Ah, here is a man!" How strong He is.' Not all the leading people of Palestine can make Him budge the fraction of an inch. Like a victor He moves on-; ward toward the cross, saying to Hi* sad hearted followers:' "Be fit good cheer, I have overcome the'world." T 1 TTI IJ., A A-'*. J1UW VIAVU no is; uiucv w uv. nounce wrong, wherever He finds it. He drives, the traders from, tne temple. He speaks words'that1 cfut and burn to the hypocrites of the S&ahe-' drim. He dares speak the truth both' to the high and to the Io^r, both to Nicodemus-and to the woqaan at the,, well. Was there ever such braver# as'His? . . ." . * * How kind He was?kind to every-, body, gentle, considerate, thoughtful! He did not believe In the doctrine, every man iop himself and the devil take the hindmost. . He Himself was always looking out for the hindmost. The poorest man, tjie weakest man, the lowest man, tne most com- m fortless man, was the man which His ewes searched out and found. How, H self-sacrificing! He went aboutLdo- H lng good. He did not live for him- H elf, but for others. "He wasobedient unto death, even the death of the fl cross."' And In His manhood Ha H keeps crying to us all: "Follow Be like Me! Be strong! Be brave!* ; Be kind! Be self-sacrificing!" B But somebody says: "I cannot be4fl a man. I cannot control myself. I am weak." Listen to what the Son: H of God says to you: "With God all. things are possible." But some one H ootto- "T havo ruinpri mVBelf.. I haVO IH thrown away my opportunities. I H have wasted my life. There is no chance for me." Listen to the words H of Christ: "Him that cometh unto Me I will in no wise cast out."-r- H Charles E. Jefferson, Pfistor Broad- D way Tabernacle, in the Sunday Her- H ??? A Prayer. - |C Infinite ruler of creation, whose H spirit dwells in every world I /We look not to the solemn heavens for H Thee, though Thou art there; we H search not in the ocean for Thy pres~<fl ence, though it murmurs with Thy H voice; we wait not for the wlngB of Hj the wind to bring Then nigh, though. H they are Thy messenters, for THou art in our hearts, O God, ana manesi m Thy abode in the deep places of oar H thought ^nd love. O God; Thoa H knowest the soul within us, that It is H not built up as an immortal sanctu- H ary for Thy praise, but is a wreck of broken purposes and . fallen asplra* H tions and desecrated affections. I Fountain of purity and peace, shed H 0<l us the influence of a new hope and H| holier sympathy.?James Martineau. Bj We Possess God "S<nv. R We seek God afar off, ii projects I perhaps altogether unattainable) ancV'M we do not consider that we possess Him now in the midst of confusion* H vw th? PT#>rcise of simDle faith, pro- H vided we- bear humbly and bravely the annoyances which come from oth? ers, and our own Imperfections.-?' Francois de la Mothe Fenelon. Prayers For a Pretence. The altitude o? a prayer does not depend on Its hiy'n-sounding phrases. * 5 5 v.- , Railroad Cars in Africa. Persons who think the railroad companies do not do all that they might for the comfort of passengers will be interested to hear a report made recently to the Royal Meteoro logical Society, in London, about the cars on the Uganda Railway, te*j Africa. To exist amid armies of ' wood-eating insects, the cars are built of metal. The large ventilators are protected by gauze against mosquitoes. The windows are of greentinted glass, which allows the passenger to see the landscape and at ' the same time shields him from glare of th? trnnlca] sun. .%