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| A FALLE CHAPTER IV. 0 Continued. He found himself able to catch the exact expression in Sybil's eyes and mouth which had haunted and eluded him till then; it was rendered in so marvelous and lifelike a manner that he caught his breath, only half able to believe that his hand had really attained to such added skill. Picture Sunday passed, but did not affect him, for, wisely or unwisely, he iad never encouraged the society tn flow throueh his studio. and it now passed him by in ignorance. Still he worked on, retouching and improving, with ever growing delight, until past the regular Grosrenor sending-in day, for, on giving the measurements of the space his picture required, he had been granted a few days* grace, but at last, one afternoon, he had to allow it to be taken away, and saw it depart with a sense of desertion. Even then he was not disposed to be idle. He had forgotten Babcock and his landscape all this time, but now, with a feeling that he owed it as a kind of atonement to his departed rival, he painted in a figure from an old sketch-book with all the care he could bestow. And, v. fortnight later, a letter bearing the royal arms was brought to him, containing an official notice n.ViVia road -roith a sick bewilder ment. Two-thirds of his year's labor wasted, a crushing and double failure! Xerxes and Sappho, in which he had been so proudly confident, rejected! His self-confidence staggered under the shock?where was all the increase of power he had been so conscious of? How could he have deceived himself so blindly, so grossly? If Sybil's portrait had not already left the studio, he would have destroyed it then and there in the first mad rush of despair and disappointment Tt was saffi at least from re jection, having been sent by express invitation, but for all he knew it might prove as hideous a failure. He was still chafing under the bitterness of this rejection, when an academician called Perceval, who was on the hanging committee that year, looked in to see him. Perceval had always been a kind and appreciative friend, who had shown a warm interest in Campion from his student days. "You've had your medicine, I see, eh?" he said, as he saw the young painter's face. "Yes," said Campion, with a forced laugh, "and gulped it down." "Well," Perceval said, "I did all I could for you, but it was no use? they wouldn't have you at any price." "Thanks," said poor Campion, drearily, "and?and did you think them so infernally bad?" "Do you want my candid opinion? don't say 'yes' if you mean 'no.' Very well, then, if you must have it; I couldn't believe my eyes when I read your name on 'em. My dear boy. .what could you have been about to send in such screamers, like the pictures outside a shooting saloon, or a peep-show, by gad they are! I assure you, I consider it a good thing for you they are rejected; you'd have been guyed, sir, if they'd hung you." Campion groaned. "You saw them a couple of months ago, and spoke rather well of them." "Well, you've played the very deuce with them since. I scarcely knew 'em again at first. Come, my boy, you must set to and turn over a new leaf unless you want to join the noble army of rocket-sticks. You've , goi on a wrong irucs, juu ie pia^ug to the gallery, and a confounded transpontine kind of gallery at that." "I suppose you're right, Perceval. I've been a fool. I've perpetrated a portrait, too, which can't escape the pillory, for it's at the Grosvenor. If the others are bad, I suppose this is even worse, for I thought it was the best thing I'd done." "Go round to the gallery, and see if you can't get them to let you have at DUCK. iou luusin i piay auv nitno with your reputation just yet, my dear fellow; leave that to us." Campion shrank from this extwme step. "I can't do that; so much depends on it, I can't trust my own judgment any longer. Perceval, you know them there; you're exhibiting something yourself, aren't you? I'm leaving town to-night?I can't fctay here now?will you see the pictures if you can, and use your own discretion? If it's bad, use all your influence to get it taken down. I'll give you the fullest authority." "Well, I don't suppose they're often asked to do such a thing, and it may be a ticklish business to man age," said Perceval, "but I'll try my best. If the portrait (I haven't seen it, so I don't know) is poor work and unworthy of you, I'll worry them till they give it up." However, before another week had passed this telegram came to him at the homely inn where he was staying: "Have seen pic. Daring, very, but far from bad. Think it will do. Hung on line end of East Gallery. Under circs. I let it stay there." What relief this pregnant message brought him! He was not such a complete failure, then, after all. Sybil would not have to think him a wretched imposter, and the fate of his Academy failures troubled him no more. He had intended to remain away from town until after the private view, but now he found courage to return. CHAPTER V. Explanations. In spite of the fact that his mind was at ease respecting the portrait, Campion was by no means cheerful during his journey to town, and it R-a* with a thrill rather of anxiety Jhan pleasure tliat, alter he iiad LN IDOL. | . stepped out on the Paddington platform, he found himself suddenly almost face to face with Sybil Elsworth. The sudden light in her deep eyes, and the frank welcome in her smile and voice were enough to chase away all his brooding misgivings. No, she had not given him up yet! "You didn't expect to meet me here?" she said, almost in the same breath with her first greeting "No," he replied. "I have just come up from DIggleswede, to Worcerstershire, and had no reason to hope for this." She shot a reproachful. glance at him. "But you were going to pass on at first?you know you were." "I wasn't sure what you would wish," he replied. "Dear me," laughed Sybil, perhaps not without a spice of vexation, "that was very punctilious of you. It would never have occurred to me that duty expected us to cut one another!" "Not duty exactly," he explained. "Then what was it, please?" "You took no notice of my letters," he said. "I couldn't tell how they might have changed you." "But I never got them! And so you have been doubting again? Ah, Ronald, I had more faith in you!" "Did you write?" "No, but only because Aunt Hilary got a promise from me that I would not be the first to begin. I shouldn't have promised, but I thought you were so certain to write. But you did after all, so it's all right?isn't it strange,, though, that I should never get your letters?" "Sybil," he said, passionately, "I begin to see?your aunt has taken care that my letters should not reach you. This is her work!" She was startled. "Aunt Hilary!" she exclaimed. "Oh, if I thought that, but it can't be?it isn't like her." "I wouldn't think so if I could avoid it. No doubt in keeping back my letters she considered she was doing her duty to you. There, we won't trouble about it, will we? for, after all, her plans have broken down." "Send back the carriage, and let me see you back to Sussex place," he said boldly. "It would be great fun," she agreed, "but what would Aunt Hilary say?" 11 ? l C 4Ua Tney were outsiae me ring ui luc Botanic Gardens before Campion told his story of defeat, but having begun, he told it manfully, beginning with his threatened legacy and ending with his Academy reverse. When he had finished she laid her hand upon his sleeve with a pretty, sympathetic caress. "And have you been making yourself wretched all this time by thinking I had given you up? I suppose you thought it was only your money I cared about, and that I should reject you because the Academy did. I didn't consult the a 3 ?~- T <? aaa*\f ar1 waii P r?n_ Acaaemy wueu a attcytcu juu, aid!" "Ah, but, my darling, it leaves me in a very different position from what I was. I may lose the only thing which justified me in asking you to have me; in any case, I have lost ground as a painter by .these two failures. I may never, be anything but a poor beggar all my life now." "I sha'n't mind," said Sybil, lightly. "I'll be a poor beggar, too." "I'm afraid your father won't hear of that," he said, "even if I was selfish enough to ask for it." "Then I will wait, Ronald. Oh! I know you think me frivolous and unfeeling, because I do enjoy tormenting you a little, but I do really care for you very much all the time, and you might?you might believe in me a little more than you do!" A great revulsion came over him of intense joy and relief and gratitude, and a little shame, too, that he shoulagain have misjudged her. It found a vent in broken expressions of self-reproach and devotion. "If you could only know," he concluded, "how wretched I have been making myself!" "All about nothing, too," she observed. "But you won't be so foolish again, will you?" His heart swelled with happiness and love, as he saw clearly that, all unworthy as he was he might henceforth rest secure of her affection. She would never change, unless, which was absurd, he changed first. And so they walked on by the edge of the lake, where they had met once before, and all around them seemed in harmony with their own happi ness. From the little suspension bridge came the lively clatter of feet over its planks, and the merry shouts of the ragged urchins sliding face downward on its broad supports. "I wonder what Aunt Hilary will say to me when she hears where I have been and with whom!" said Sybil. "I can manage her now, though; I have found out her plot. I shall he fearfully stern and angry, if I can only keep it up long enough. She really has behaved very badly, and I ought to be in a greater rage than I am. But even yet I can't quite imagine her doing such a thing; it is so unlike her, with all her little peculiarities." "I would rather believe, myself, that she had no hand in it," he agreed. "But then her getting that promise from you is very suspicious, Sybil. I'm afraid there is only one explanation." "I shall soon know," said Sybil. "It's disappointing, because I was beginning to think she was rather ashamed of making such a fuss about our poor dear idol." "I was thinking," he said, slowly, "that it might be better if you could persuade your aunt not to go to the Grosvenor to-morrow." "Not, Ronald!" she exclaimed; "but of course we shall go, when we've tickets and everything! We are going to lunch early, and be there about two. I thought you would be there, and we should meet. Sure ly you're not afraid she will make a scene; don't you know Aunt Hillary better than that?" "Well," he said, with a sigh of resignation, "it can't be helped, I supDose: you wouldn't go alone, c,f course, and she will see it sc*me time." "See what?" asked Sybil. "It's a trifle," he said; "an alteration I made at the last moment. I wish now?hut it's no use wishing." "If you really won't tell me, I shall go away. Yes, I mean it; it's getting late, aad I dare not stay here any longer, I must go and have it out with my wicked aunt. And, Ronald, things will be so different after tomorrow." In a few minutes Sybil was at Sussex place and went straight to the drawing-room, where she found her aunt seated by one of the satinshaded lamps, with her embroidery lr> >>??. Vion/Je Sho lrkolrp/1 Rharnlv 11 n as her niece entered. "What does this mean, Sybil?" she demanded. "It was such a lovely afternoon I thought I would walk." "You know very well I don't like you to walk about London alone, Sybil." "Ah, but I wasn't alone?Ronald was there." "Ronald Campion!" and Mrs. Staniland's tone and look were awful In their horror. "What, when you both promised?" "It was quite an accident Still, you broke your word; you said we might write, you know you did." "I don't see how that affects the case," said Mrs. Staniland stiffly. "It's no use, Aunt Hillary. I know all?about those two letters Ronald wrote to me!" "What about them?" "Ah, you know," cried Sybil, reproachbully. "I daresay you meant Jt all for the best, but it was not fair, indeed it wasn't. And whether you and papa like it or not, I shall never marry anybody else, you know. Now, be a good old lady and say you won't come between us again in that | tt a. j . "I think you have lost your senses," said Mrs. Staniland. "You are talking very strange to me." "Then I will speak plainly. Ronald sent me two letters; I never got either. Aunt Hilary, I believe you best know why." Mrs. Staniland rose stiffly. "That will do, Sybil. I never thought a niece of mine would Insult me like this. I keep back letters after giving him leave to write! If that is your opinion of me, the less we see of one another in future the better." Instinct told Sybil that this indignation was no feint; she clung to her aunt, and detained her by gentle force from leaving the room. "Forgive me," she entreated; "I'm ever so sorry I could think such a thing? I was a wicked wretch to suspect you." 4 "I presume," said the elder lady, i as she sat down with a non-committal expression, "that Mr. Campion was good enough to suggest this?" "We didn't know what to think? j you see, there were two letters: tiiey couldn't both miscarry, could they?" "Easily?if they were neither of the written," said Mrs. Staniland. Sybil started. "Don't talk like that," she said; "he said he wrote? why should he deceive me?" "That I can't tell. I only know j that I have neither seen nor heard of his letters. If you want any further assurances " "You know I don't," cried Sybil, and sank down impulsively at her aunt's knees. "Won't you forgive j me now?now when you see how pen itent and humble I am?" Mrs. Staniland was disposed to make the most of her grievance. She turned away her head, and made some inarticulate sounds to convey that she was irreconcilably offended, but she could not resist the vivid upturned face very long, and presently kissed her on the mouth with a tolerably good grace. "You're a naughty, wilful child," she said, "and I shall be heartily glad when your father comes home and my responsibility is over." To be Continued. Running Wild. "Miss Mabel," began the joung man, whose chin wabbled a little in spite of him, "I hardly know how t.o say it, but I feel as if the time had come?or perhaps I should have ?aid that I am impelled to?there is a moment in every man's career, you know, when he is no longer?I dare say you have not been expecting anything of the kind, but the fact is? and I am in a position now that warrants me in offering?which is the reason why I have hesitated until now?because there are so many things to be?in short, tne aimcumea in the way have been " "Mr. Packard," interrupted the young women, with a smile of encouragement,'"will you please try to : run your trains of thought on the j block system?"?Chicago Tribune. The Problem. Senator Rayner, of Maryland, is in favor of adequate salaries for school teachers, and at a reception he told a story about a teachers' meeting in a I district where the salaries were extremely low. "A rich, portly banker opened the meeting with an address," he said. J "The banker concluded his remarks with an enthusiastic gesture and the words: " 'Long live our school teachers!' " 'What on?' shouted a thin, pale, seedy man in a black coat slightly smeared with chalk marks."?New Orleans States. Fish or Golf StoryWhile driving to the fourth green I on Newark golf course a local solicitor sent his ball into the River Devon and killed a two-pound fish. Both ball and fish were found together, the latter bearing marks of its injury.? London Evening Standard. Largest Alcohol Locoraotivc. The largest alcohol locomotive constructed at Deutz, Germany, is rated at about thirty-two horse power, with a range of speed from two and a half to seven miles an hour. This engine weighs about eleven tone when ref.d.v for service. mmmmmmammmammmmmmmmmmmmmmmmammmmmmmmmmmkjmmmmmm FARMHAND SLEW_SHEPPARDS Authorities Announced That Zastera Had Confessed Murders. Prosecutor Reported That Prisoner Admitted Taking Money and Other Voinnhioc Aftpp Shnntinsr. Freehold, N. J. ? Frank Zastera, the Hungarian farmhand who went to work for William B. Sheppard threa days before on the old Garrett Wall place near Wickatunk, confessed to Prosecutor Andrew A. C. Stokes that he murdered Lieutenant Sheppard, Mrs. Sheppard and their servant girl, Jennie Blendy. He shot Mrs. Sheppard first as she was going back up stairs in her night-dress with a bottle of milk for the baby, and when the Lieutenant rushed down the stairway to his wife's aid Zastera raised the maga zine shotgun and let Sheppard have a charge full In the breast. After that he ran around to the back of the house where Jennie Blendy, the servant girl, was getting breakfast and shot her through the heart. Assistant County Prosecutor Stokes Is authority for the statement that after he and several detectives had spent hours giving the prisoner the "third degree," he broke down and -- - A tn Mr JUL! ICbSCU LUC UCCU. wv ?m.4? Stokes Zastera said he intended only to kill Mr. Sheppard. Contrary to custom, Mrs. Sheppard was first to come down stairs, going to the kitchen to warm some milk for the baby. The detectives say that Zastera admits he was hidden in the parlor where he could see any one coming down the stairs. He had armed himself with Mr. Sheppard's repeating shotgun. When Mrs. Sheppard started back up stairs the farm hand fired on her, the detectives say the prisoner admits. The first shot hit her in the hips. I knocking her down, and as she fell the second shot was fired, the charge entering her head just back of the right ear. Sheppard started down stairs at the first shot and was fired on twice. His body rolled down on top of the woman lying at the foot of the stairs. At that moment the servant opened the kitchen door, and as she started down a small flight of steps Zastera shot her. Zastera is said to have admitted searching for money. He knew that Sheppard carried a pocketbook. This he searched, took from it some bills, leaving behind some checks and other papers. He then searched the rooms for valuables and took what he wanted. He is said to have told the detectives where some of the plunder is secreted. The first thing that struck Mr. Stokes as peculiar was that Zastera stuck stolidly to his story that he had not heard any of the five shots fired that killed the three. In all of his answers to Mr. Stokes' questioning the prisoner not only stuck to this statement, but admitted that the windows of the woodshed and the barn door were open when he left the house. He was m tne Darn ai iuh time, he said, milking the cows. The barn is not distant from the house more then 200 feet. This feature of the case led the authorities to take Zastera to the County Jail in Freehold. They were unable to get trace of Huron and Frank Crooks, who was arrested near Freebold, on suspicion, was let go. Zastera was not allowed to sleep. First Mr. Stokes would question the Hungarian and then some of the county detectives. This was kept up all night. Zastera with the bloodstained clothing of Mr. Sheppard near him in the cell, would not admit that he had had any connection with the triple m,urder for an entire day and night. v UPHELD ON BROWNSVILLE. Judge Hough Decides Against Negro Soldier Who Sued. New York City. ? Declaring that the President acted within his rights in discharging the negro soldiers of the Twenty-fifth Infantry after the riots at Brownsville, Teras, Judge Hough, in the United States District Court, handed down a decision that Oscar W. Reid, one of the discharged soldiers, was noc entitled to recover pay and emoluments from the date of his discharge to the end of his term of enlistment. Chase Meilen, who was employed as counsel for Reid by a group of New England men, stated that he would at once appeal the case to the Supreme Court at Washington. In its defense the Government had set up that the discharge of Reid was for the good of the service. Reid'a attorneys demurred to mat neif.'jsu, and Judge Hough's decision n.it only overrules the demurrer, but adjudicates the case in favor of the Government. MERCURY CURES TUBERCULOSIS Much Progress Made With Thirty Coses in Washington, 1). C. Washington. D. C.?Recent advices from the ne<w naval hospital at Fort Lyon, Col., confirm the promising report made by Surgeon B. L. Wright, on duty at that sanitarium, regarding the results of treating tuberculosis by the use of mercury. Naval surgeons at thehospilal have been closely observing the thirty cases subjected to this treatment, and the progress, 11 is saia, nas uecji sm.u as to add to the confidence that they have made an important discovery. Suicide Due to Stock Market. Colonel William S. Alden, of Eoston, descendant of one of New England's oldest families and a veteran of the Civil War, who cut his throat at Lee, Mass., because of despondency over losses in the stock market, bled to death. He was seventy-nine years old. Japanese Overrun Korea. Five thousand Japanese gendarmes have reached Seoul and will be distributed in the farming districts of Korea. 'i'lie Field of Labor. Bricklayers in Japan are paid thirty-six cents a day. An effort is being made to organize the workmen of Mexico. Los Angeles, Cal., has a new publication which is devoted to the union label of the various organizations. Montreal (Canada) 'longshoremen object to the bonus system introduced by the shipping men, but the latter refuse to abolish it. For the twenty years 18S7-190G the average of unemployed among 029, (i7i> Uritisli iraue unionists was s.o ner cent \ 0 bm ? ? _ w ? rrn 'T* wA LI C? I 1 \j QU^T^S^UIV. REGRET. Thou art the Master Weaver, skilled and wise? I only work a brief hour at the loom, After Thy pattern, slowly, blundering. Vexed with the noise, complaining of the gloom. Sometimes my haste has tangled all the skein, Marring the beauty that Thou hast designed; The knots and ragged ends show here and there. The careless work would almost prove me blind. Ah, I have idled precious time away, Dreaming such dreams as fools are pleasured by; Toil as I may, I cannot, ere the night, Pnmnlete this web. beirun half-scornfully. I might have helped the weak one at my side, I might have cheered a soldier heart with song; 1 might have fashioned with more patient care Sanlite for priest's wear, spotless, fine and strong. But lo! the summons, Master! I must lay My work before Thee now, with doubts and fears, Daring to whisper only, on bent knees, How it is bleached a little with late tears. ?L. W. Mitchell, in Home Herald. A Vision of Integrity. What seest thou? And I said, a plumb-line.?Amos 7:8. In the prime of his life there was granted the prophet Amos a vision of a symbolic picture. He saw a master builder testing a wall. The wall and the builder did not attract his attention so much as the implement with which the wall was being tested. Used to determine whether the wall was true or not, it suggested a process by which the characters and lives of men were to be tested. / There is hardly a part of life without its visions, but the vision that counts is that which gives us enough of truth and righteousness to inspire our lives. There is nothing which stimulates to nobler action than a vision of Integrity. Affection,i genius, intellect inspire men, for they give visions of life. But they count for nothing without integrity at the bottom. It is at the basis of life, individually and collectively. Uprightness of character will outweigh ability and a clean life overbalances brains. There never was a time when there was greater need than at present to bring down close to the life of tho average man the vision of integrity in action. The distressing discoveries that have revealed the lack of it in all walks of life, have simply shown that too many of us are concerned with the husk, not the kernel. Character itself may well be regarded as a wall, for there is a kind of masonry whirh we must test bv the nlumb of integrity. Analyze character, and we I find it is the one great, silent force which moves through the avenues of thought, feeling and action, until it shows others just what may be expected of us. Only one force reigns supreme in that character, and keen observers can tell at a glance what that force is. To use our analogy, there is but one style of architecture Influencing our character wall; the sensual man is building on bestial lines; the miser on those of money getting; the philosopher, of wisdom; the broad minded, spiritual man on those of .integrity and uprightness. And so it goes. There is another point in the analogy. There is a vast amount of different materials being incorporated into our buildings. Earth, lime, stone, brick, wood and iron. But each must be tested by some standard of I KnfAro 4+ ta norm f t fpH ft tun CUIUCOO ugiviv lb ?w *^.wvv- place. So In life. Our character wall must not have embodied in it anything but what will stand the highest test. In our use of the mental, moral, muscular, political and religious material heaped about us we must apply the test that will best help to produce a noble result. As we build courage comes from the prosaic fact that we can do only a little day by day. Stone upon stone, tier upon tier, is the old, old law. The form, style and expression of life being slowly turned into character, we test each' day's work as we look toward a finished result. It is antiquated, but still true, that we do not become a devil or a saint in a day. We, as we grow into something different from all others, must constantly measure ourselves by the standards our visions have granted us. It is a miserably sad thing to have the one opportunity of life come to us, an opportunity wherein we might show our integrity and our loyalty, and to awaken to the fact that slowly acts have become habits, habits character, and we are unable to live up to the opportunity. It is a serious thing if we personally fail, but still more serious if we kill consciously the visions o? integrity in others. In that sense we become "homicides," for the ancient Greeks believed the word "homo" stood for the creature capable of aspiration and imagination.?Robert P. Kreitler, Church of the Ascension, Mount Vernon, N. Y., in the Sunday Herald. Worry Rightly Taken. There must be a way of taking worry rightly, so that it shall do us good and not harm. Worry, rightly taken, should train to quietness, humility, patience, gentleness, sympathy. It ought not to eventuate (though it naturally does) in making others suffer because we are uncomfortable, in making us a source of painful worry to others because we are worried ourselves.?A. H. K. Boyd. A Cup of Blessing. Never iose an opportunity of seeing anything beautiful. Welcome It i_ every fair face, every fair sky, every fair flower, and thank Him for It who is the fountain of all loveliness, and drink it simply and earnest!y with all your eyes. It is a charmed draught, a cup of blessing.?Charles Kingsley. A Deal of Difference. There is a good deal of difference between the sensation of the Gospel and the gospel of sensation. Indian Relies Found. Workmen engaged in sinking a caisson for a pier off the foot of Salisbury street, St. Louis, in the construction of the McKinley Bridge that IS tu span iuc rwvei, Lctint; upon the skull of an Indian twenty feel below the bed of the river. The top of the skull is flat. The workmen also found ancient clay bowls, petrified trees and walnut knots, unrotted and hard as iron. Kaiser Likes Autos. Automobiles are gaining; the German Kaiser's favor to the detriment of the horse. Ho owns nineteen cars. THE GREAT DESTROYER SOME STARTLING FACTS ABOUT , THE VICE OF INTEMPERANCE. Toem: He Never Blamed the Booze? A Leading Metropolitan Daily Criticised For Banning a Pnge Beer Advertisement. He took a bottle up to bed. Drank whisky hot each night, Drank cocktails in the morning, But never could get tight. He shivered in the evening, And always had the blues. Until he took a bowl or two? But he never blamed the booze. His joints were full of rheumatiz, His appetite was slack, He had pains between his shoulders, And chills ran down his back. He suffered with insomnia, At night he couldn't snooze; He said it was the climateBut he never blamed the booze. Then he had the tremens, And he tackled rats and snakes; First he had the fever, And then he had the shakes, At last he had a funeral, And. the mourners had th6 blues. And the epitaph they carved fo,r him waa? "He Never Blamed the Booze." ?Sarbv's Magazine. Drinkers' Lost Battles. Ruter W. Springer, of Fort Schuyler, N. Y., wrote the following letter of protest to the New York Herald: I was very much surprised to see the Budwelser advertisement in your valuable paper a few days ago. A great many of the respectable journals of the country have entirely cut out advertisements of intoxicants, not considering them the hest quality of advertisements. Your paper should be in the lead in such a movement instead of giving a brewery an entire page. Furthermore, the statements in the advertisement are false or misleading, and respectable papers consider themselves responsible to a certain extent for the truthfulness of advertisements which they take. For example: It may be a fact that the Pilgrim Fathers drank beer, bat it Is also a fact that almost everybody drank beer at that time. It was not only the "drink of rulers and statesmen," but the drink of drunken tinkers and bums of all kinds, in i times past as It is to-day. The world's decisive battles were not only won by beer drinkers, but they were also lost, on the other hand, by beer drinkers and wine drinkers. The advertisement quotes Dr. Wiley, the United States expert on pure foods, as saying that "beer is a veritable food product." Barrels and Bottles, a liquor drgan, is authority for the statement: "The advertisement of the Pabst Brewing Company, asserting that 'the United States Department of Agriculture nffirlallv declares that beer is the purest and best of all foodc and drinks,' an assertion Indignantly denied by Dr. Wiley and Acting Secretary Hays, affords an example of the reckless lengths to which presumably respectable brewers are prepared to go." So with the Anheuser-Busch advertisement claim, that 750,000 men are on the pay-rolls of American breweries and their allied industries, and where from 50,000 to 100,000 drunkards die every year, to say nothing of widows and orphans, the claimed rights of the alleged 750,000 are insignificant. There Is no such number of men employed in the brewing or liquor trade. The fact is, this advertisement, which appeared in many daily papers, is a desperate effort or the orewers to save their nefarious and popularly condemned business from annihilation, and a respectable paper such as yours should not lend its influence to assist them. It will be dollars out of your pocket every time you do so, in the lack of prestige which you bring to your paper. The Meaning. . The interest in the temperance movement, resulting in' local option or total prohibition, need not surprise any one who has watched the course of public affairs for many years. The meaning of the movement is to be found in the determination to suppress the turbulence and crime which, especially in the Southern States, are known to be the direct result of the indiscriminate sale of alcohol. The saloon must go because it thrives by encouraging and causing an endless and often very injurious habit of public and regular drinking. Politicians have made up their minds that it will save money and trouble, make life and property safer, and reduce the race problem to smaller proportions, if drunken white men and drunken negroes do not come together. The motive for the new spread of prohibition is exactly similar to that which causes city governments to close the saloons on election day.?The Christian Register. A Saloon Politician Gets Religion. Lieutenant-Governor Henry B. Gray, of Alabama, is an outspoken Prohibitionist, despite the fact that he has property rented to saloons in Birmingham. When told that prohibition would reduce the values of real estate, he said: "If it cuts down the rents from this, let it do so. I am willing to lay that much on the altar for the good of the boys of the State, mine with the rest. Let it come. I believe that within a short time there will be prohibition in the State. There is a .feeling that is going 10 put it out. Liquor men have been too lax in obeying the laws and laws are going to be made to stop their buisenss. They are reaping what they have sown." Think of it, will you? A politician talking that way! Who would have expected it a few years ago??Baptist and Reflector, Nashville, Tenn., September 5, 1907. Tcmperance Notes. It is reported that Hon. Philip Wili let, a leading Pennsylvania attorney, has taken his stand and is delivering forceful prohibition lectures. The local option fight is so hot in Missouri that the liquor men are starting papers to stir up sentiment in their favor. Prohibition in Kansas has put the liquor business into the catalogue of crimes, where it belongs. It has put the people into a position of positive [ aiJlclgUJJlSIU IU llic ^uiuuu ~. M. Sheldon. A woman can shop all day on the money that wouldn't take a man any farther than the first saloon.?Philadelphia Telegraph. Iceland, with 78,000 population, is said by the Rani's Horn to have no intoxicants, no drinkers, and but one policeman. Yet fools drink because it is cold. No less than twenty-six indictments, including 217 counts, were returned against Rockford (111.) r.aloons, on charges made by five minors, who, it seems, have beer: making the "rounds" and getting nl; the liquor nccessnry for the Qusnci:ing o'i ihvir thirsts. " 5S 1 &unba:i-<Scftoof INTERNATIONAL LESSON COMMENTS FOR JUNE 14. Subject: The Risen Christ by the Sea of Galilee, John 21:1*25?Golden Text, Matt. 28:20?Commit Verse 15?Commentary. TIME.?May, A. D. 30. PLACE. ?The shores of Galilee. EXPOSITION. ? I. Lovest thou Me? 15-17. The twenty-first chapter of John is an appendix to the gospel. The gospel naturally ends at 20:31. This appendix Is evidently also by John, with the possible exception of verses 24 and 25. The disciples had gone into Galilee because Jesus had bidden them go there (Matt. 26;32; 28:7; Mk. 16:7-10). There were seven of the apostolic company present at this appearance of Christ (r* 2). Thomas was one of the number. Peter was the leader. Peter suggested that they go a fishing. Some have thought that this waff a temporary desertion of his call on Peter's part. This is pure fancy. Secular occupations are not inconslst ent with a true devotion to the work of prophet, apostte or minister (2 K. 6:1-7; Acts 18:3; 20:34). It is well to be honestly busy while awaiting great events. God often grants Hi? special revelations to those who are at the post of secular duty (Luke 2:8; Matt. 4:18-20, 21). Jestis seemingly approved of this fishing excursion at all events He took a hand in It (v. 6). Jesus disclosed Himself to the disciples as at their first call of four of them by a miraculous draft of fishes (Luke 5:5-11). Jesus did not come to their help until they had come to end of themselves and their own resources, having toiled long and wearily and fruitlessly. As day broke tU ???? Taoma ATI +Via VtflQ/>h IUCJ Daw ucouo obauuiug vu v??v VV?TVM> _ In Jesus standing on the beach wait- fl ing for His weary disciples ont on the I sea to bring their fish ashore we may 8 see a picture of Jesus standing on the beach beyond the sea of life waiting; ? for us to bring ashore the fish we have caught. Alas! that so few of ? us are heavily freighted as were these disciples. Before Jesus came to the I help of His disciples He drew out of I them a confession of their ,own utter I failure (vs. 3, 4). Everything about the story bears the marks of its genu- M lneness and truth. The actions ascrib- 99 pd to Peter and John are exceedingly I natural and highly characteristic. The M I story if fictitious would never have I mentioned that the disciples for some- h time were not clear that it was Jesus. When breakfast is over Jesus espe- I cially addresses Himself to Peter: He was the one who especially needed I first to be searched and then encour-, I aged and commissioned. He calls I Peter by his weak natural name Si-. I mon; for He is about to recall his: I failure, in which he had not appeared H at all as Peter (Man of Rock). The B first question brings up Peter's self- B confident boasting and sad fall, "Lov- B est thou Me more than these?" Pe- B ter had boasted that though all the- I rest were offended he would not be, I that he would Btand by his Lord even B unto death (Matt. 26:33-35). Peter B bad thought that his love overtopped fl that of all the rest of the disciples. Q Jesus .asks him if he still thinks after B bis sad denial that he loves "more B than these." Peter did not say he B loved Jesus more than the others B did; he had learned humility. But of B bis love he has no doubt and is will- B ing to appeal to Jesus' own knowl- B edge of him, "Thou knowest that I B love Thee." Are we so confident of B our love to Jesus? Can we say to H Jesus, "Thou knowest that I love B Thee?" True love to Christ is shown H by obedience (Jno. 14:15-21, 22). H Jesus accepted Peter's profession of H bis love and on its basis commls- B sioned him, "feed My lambs." Jesus B will set only the one who loves Him H to feeding the lambs, and the way to H ' show that we really do love Him is H by feeding His lambs. The lambs are H the young of the flock. A minister's B first duty and a Christian's first duty H is to feed them. The word of God is H I the food togivethem. Whatwondrous- B I forgiveness and compassion on Jesus' H part to set faithless Peter at this glo- H rious work. He asks the same ques> H tion a second time, leaving out "the- H more than these," and gets the same H reply*. He gives another commis- H sion, "Tend My sheep." Love to Him. H Is the coudition of tending His sheep. H To "tend" is more than feed, it is all H the work of shepherding. Now Jesus- H alters His question and uses the same H word for love that Peter had used,. H "Simon, son of John, do you nave ar- ? fection for Me?" The thrice asked. H question is such a manifest though H gentle reference to the threefold de- H nial that Peter is grieved at the sug- H gestion of a doubt by the Saviour of H his love, and he bursts out with all H his soul, "Lord, Thou knowest alL flfl things, Thou knowest that I love H Thee." Jesus is satisfied, "feed My H sheep." H 11. Follow Me, 10-22. A prophecy of Peter's crucifixion follows. Peter Hj will have again the opportunity of^E proving that he is ready to die for^H Christ, and this time he will not fail. This might seem like painful infor-H rjation to Peter, but under the cir-H cumstances it must have been highly gratifying. His death should "glo-H rify God." Then comes the final and^f ^nmrntacinn rtf all. "follow The following was to be very literal, H right to the cross (cf. Matt. 16:24; 2 Ti. 3:12). Peter never forgot this^H conversation (1 Pet. 5:2-4; 2 Pet.^B Unsatisfactory Work. S| It's hard work fattening the soiling on a weekly sermon sandwich. ? American Burglars in London. There is a band of burglars at^H ; work in London, and ace.ding to th^^H ! newspapers they are >'-iericans. They^J I transacted business at a house , South London recently, and got ?977,H| I chiefly in gold, and silver, which wai^H j so heavy thai to carry it they had to^f I leave behind a complete set of tools^B worth ?50. Another theft at the Ho-^| tel Cecil of ?60 in gold and jewelry is^H believed to have been the work of a&IH American criminal for whom the po*H| I lice searched. m Famous Madrid Market Burns. 39 j The celebrated market and general^H | bazaar at Madrid, Spain, called local-^H I ly "Las Americas," and well knownM| - to antiquarians, has been practically^? i destroyed by fire. The flames also^H j consumed 200 wooden cabins, forcing^? I 2 00 families to flee to the street. The^H people lost all their possessions. BHj Save Macadam Koads. Queens Borough.New York, bough J HO,000 gallons of crude oi! and 50, ; 000 gallons of a u'.r and oil mi::tur^H ' io i:oep automobiles fram tiezU'oyini^M j tiie rccids. Oh