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And the afternoon was gone, and the tender spring twilight was far advanced before he had cooled sufficiently to remember that lie ought to be returning to Romanoff Road. He let himself in, not without a passing shiver at the sight of some packing cases by the door?his rejected pictures were inside them? and found himself unintentionally assisting at an apparently animated dispute in the painting room between Bales and his wife, which was audible from the entrance. "If you don't tell him, Marire, I shall, that's all." "You will, will you, carry tales against your own wife? Do, theu." "I've got my dooty to do, and, seein' as I ain't mixed up in it noway I feel no 'esitation in doin' of it.' "Let me leave it on master's table, Bales, and say nothink?he won't notice anythink." "Won't he, Mrs. Bales?"' said Campion, showing himself at the door or tne pamti?Z room, wny Mrs. Bales put her hand to Iier side. "Oh, sir," she faltered," "I didn't go for to do it." "There's a woman all over," remarked her devoted husband, "goes and drops a letter down behind a cabinet, where it might ha' been lost altogether if I hadn't come across it in cleaning up." "I didn't drop it down, neither, so that's how much you know," retorted Mrs. Bales. "I went out of my way to be careful, as it so happens, for it came while you was out, .ind I put it so it would ketch your eye, sir, and to keep the draught from blowing it away, I put it down with the corner +V>of T-T innion f Viot'c \jl u u c\ i liiu^iuu uuoi 111 <_ i ^f niiu tiiut o the truth if I was to die!" "Sa/ what you like, Marine,'' persisted the inexorable Bales, "you can't get over the fact that I found the letter down behind tho cabinet. You can t trust women with ao documents, Mr. Campion, sir; their brains ain't constructed for it." ;irs. Bales brought it out from underneath her apron. "I do hope it ain't of any importance, sir." Campion took the letter, which was directed to him in a hand that strangely resembled his own; the postmark showed that it had been delivered about a month ago. It contained the first letter he had written to Sybil afte^ his change of fortune, and for some time he could not understand how this could be, till it occurred to him that, in his haste and excitement, he must have inadvertently written his own name and address on the envelope in mistake for Sybil's. So there was the failure of one letter accounted for; was the non-delivery of the other capable of an equally simple explanation? He resolved to question Bales more closely. "You remember the letter I gave you to post some days ago," he said; 'did you notice the direction?" "You gave me many letters to post," said Bales gruffly; "was this any partickler one?" "It was one I gave you when you were taking this thing here down stairs to be washed." "Oh," said Bales, "the day I fell down the kitching steps and cut my head open. I remember." "Well, you told me afterward you liar] nostori if. voi: knnw." "In course I posted it?if I said so." "So Rales," put in his wife, "not the day you broke your head against ' the himage?notthatday you didn't." , "What are you cackling about, Marice?how do you know what I did?" "Because you never stirred out of the house all that day; you mostly laid on a chair and groaned, and swore, you did, till I thought something would come for you. ' And Mrs. Bales concluded by declaring her conviction that he had the letter somewhere about him still. "Oh, you think so?" snarled the insulted man. "I'm not one of your sort, though; there's something onreliable about me ? you'd like to make out I was no better than yourself, I dare say. Well, you won't do it." "You might examine your pockets, though, Bales," suggested Campion. "Oh, I'll do that cheerful. I ain't afraid ? there, you see, nothing in that, is there, sir? Nor in that, Marire? Nor in?well, I needn't go on, I should think?" "No," said Campion, "for, unless I'm mistaken, there's the letter." "What did I tell you?" cried Mrs. Bales. "I can't account for it, sir," said the chapfailen Bales, "except that a trifle of that kind will slip through a split head, do what you will?there's no call for you to snigger, Marire. If you'd had my excuse I shouldn't have blamed you." vampion c>ismisseu me coupie 10 continue their bickerings below, without expressing, or indeed feeling, any great annoyance. Now that he and Sybil had met the fate of his letters had become unimportant. The second letter was correctly addressed, he found, but had tot passed through the post at all. CHAPTER VI. The Private View. T.pf not inv love he tailed idolntrv. .Nor my beloved as an idol show.' The hour was at hand to which Campion had been looking forward bo impatiently; it was about ? in the afternoon when he turned into 01.1 ftv? = t from Pieadilly. ? / vl/ \'i Oi vi/\V \t/ vt> vV vtAt/ vtAt/ v!/ > > vt/ \t/ v,t/ vl/vtAt< < / vtA W' I !> V*A?/vt> \t> vvvt/ vf> vl/vvvt/\i/v)> >/ \>AM AO vt> i! Ati v(y W $ vj> \l/ m> \t/ vt/ \j/ it At At At At/ vtA?Aw | IN IDOL | 1/ vV \!>\>/ v!/ \'/ \! > v*/ vf > V*/ vl> \t>\t> \J/ vtAlAfc vjAIAly vj/ O/vf / v}/ \)/ I 3tr AMCTPV Vt/vl/vJ/vlAtKtAt/jAt'VtKI/Vt/vt/vt/v)/ | SIC ANSTEY. OAU^vJ^O/vl/vt/vt/^^At/vt/vlAt/ MAtAtAIAtAtAtAlAtAIAtAlAtAtAtAtA*A>AMAIAtAfAI/ 1 A searching glance into the two chief rooms told him that those he came to see were not arrived as yet; the place was in possession for the present of a few enthusiasts who were apparently unaware that they were making an eccentric use of their tickets in looking at the pictures. But even these did their inspection with the temporary air of people studying a railway advertisement, and kept a furtivewatch for acquaint ances whom it might he desirauie 10 recognize or he recognized by. Campion, from the entrance where he stood could make out the frame of | his portrait, which hung, as Percival had told him: in the best position at the opposite end of the room; how it adapted itself to its surroundings he could not tell, as the glass which protected the canvas caught the light in a way that left the painting invisible. But it was attracting an attention that at such a place and time was flattering to a degree; a small group was always in front of it,, and none passed it by with indifference. He was stepping back until he had rcached the proper point of view, and then all at once hia soaring confidence dropped headlong like a shot bird, as he saw the face of the portrait for the first time since it had left his studio. Was he mad or dreaming, or what was this horrible thing that had happened to it? The bewitching face on which he had bestowed such loving labor he now saw distorted as by the mirror of some malicious demon, yet without losing a dreadful resemblance to the original. Gradually he realized how subtle and insidious those alterations were, how the creamy warm hue of the cheeks with the faint carminetinge had faded into a uniform dull white, and the delicately accented eyebrows which, combined with the slightly Oriental setting of the eyes, had given such piquancy to Sybil's expression, were inclined at an ultra-Chinese angle, while the wide, inrocent-guileful eyes were narrowed now and glittered with a shallow shrewdness. Worst of all. tho smile with its sweet pretense of mutinous mockery had spread into a terrible simper, self-occupied, artificial and fatuous. No longer did the idol on his canvas serve tr mark a contrast?it challenged a comparison, and alas! not unsuccessfully, for in appearance it was distinctly the more pleasing of the two. Its former ugliness had been skillfully toned down, its flat features rendered less uncouth, its complexion transparently pure, and its expression one of calm dignity and profound but unostentatious benevolence. iney maae a grotesque pun, auu the resemblance of this strange looking girl to the quaint carved thing at her elbow seemed to have been worked out in a spirit of brutal cynicism, which found a repulsive pleasure in insisting upon so ludicrous and degrading an analogy. Who could have worked this devilish transformation? Not he. He would rob!st the very thought?yet who else? He advanced to meet Mrs. Staniland and Sybil with a leaden uespondeucy. Mrs. Staniland failed to notice him for some time?engaged as she was in a lpisiirelv snrvev of neonle who looked so like celebrities that they were probably nothing of the kind, but at the first sight, of his agitated face she laughed, not by any means unpleased. "Why, bless me!" she said. "What are you looking like that for? I'd no idea 1 was so alarming. Come! if I was a little bit ruffled when we last met, you ought to know better than to take all I said literally. There, we'll bear one another no malice, and now you can go and talk to Sybil. Well, Lionel, and how are you?" Sybil * as standing near, looking radiantly lovely in the pretty spring costume which set off her slender, supple figure to such advantage. "Now, you know where you must take me first." she said, joyously, and then the sparkle in her eyes made a last expiring leap. "1 can guess," he said, thickly. How was he to prepare her? He stood before her downcast and troubled. Something seemed to have removed them immeasurably apart, and Sybil felt that her lover had never appeared to such disadvantage. There was a scarcely perceptible change in her manner as she said: "If my portrait isn't here, after all, why not tell me. Ronald?" "Ft is hung," he said, his lips atching against one another as he spoke; "only " And he paused hopelessly. Babcock intervened her with an air of graceful consideration. "The truth is," he explained, "I've been j telling Campion that he really ought I not to allow you to see the portrait I in its present state. Believe me, my ! dear child, it is better not." "J should prefer to have a reason, please," said Sybil. "What is this all about?not see the portrait!" exclaimed Mrs. Staniland, "and pray, why arc we to be the only exceptions?" "There have been alterations," i said Campion. "So you told me yesterday," said | Sybil. "But you said they would be a surprise for me." "Which," Babcock observed softly, "I should hardly call an over-state| ment." "Stuff and nonsense!" said the old lady. "If the portrait, is good enough lo be exhibited at all, I can't see why ! we shouldn't be allowed to ook at it. And Mrs. Honiton said it was admir| able. So if you won't come with us, | Sybil and I must go alone, that's all."' "Let us go. Sybil." said Campion, I desperately, and he led the way with j her to the fatal epot. I "If I were not perfectly certain I j s'cr.U o?.t? u:>.v?rj to ld t a said Sybil, "I should not come, but indeed it's loo absurd of you, Ronald, to loi;e confidence in yourself and in me like this.'' "Do you think so?" he said. "Wait." Her pride was wounded by this strange response. What had altered him from the buoyant and ardent nnlv vocforrlnv^ Pnillfl this be the moment she had looked forward to so confidently? She stood for some moments before the cruelly elaborate caricature of herself, and Campion at her side could almost, hear the blood surging up into his brain. At last she turned. Her eyes were misted over as with pain, and her face was a shade paler, but she smiled, and he alone read the proud contempt in the curve of her lips. "It is not?not. quite what I expected to see," she said, "but it is very clever, and a complete surprise. It would not have been at all right to prevent me from seeing it." Then she turned from him to Babcock, who had come up with Mrs. Staniland in the meantime. "And now," she said, "suppose we go and see something else." They moved away, Babcock nothing loath, and were followed a little way by some whose curiosity was still unslaked, and who would have followed further but for the entrance of a renowned beauty, with superior claims to their attention. Campion was left behind with Mrs. Staniland, who was sternly taking in every unfortunate detail of her niece's portrait, with pursed lips and an occasional "Humph!" of indignant disgust. "Well, sir," she said at last, "have you anything to say for yourself?" "Only," he said, "that I have no idea how it comes to look like that." "And this horrible image ? what I made you put that in? Was it to i gratify me?" "It was a mistake,"' he said. "I never thought till too late." She turned away. He saw her pause and put up her glasses in search of Sybil, and then the crowd closed on her and he was alone. He stood staring blankly at his picture, straining his eyes for some evidence of an alien hand, with a dreadful haunting fear that if he looked long he would be compelled to recognize it as all his, yet unable to tear himself away. CHAPTER VII. A Painful Interview. Campion was shown into the pleasant morning room, bright with daffodils and narcissus, where?as he had earnestly hoped ? he found Sybil alone. She was standing by the man- 1 telpiece, and he thought she had been crying, though her eyes were dry as they rested on him for an instant. He had meant to go to her side at once, but something in her glance checked him, and he stood near the door waiting for her to speak. At last she said, in a rather muffled voice and without looking at him, "You might have warned me." "Of what?" he said. "That I was?like that." "But?good heavens! you are not like that. How can you think so?" She gave a dreary little smile. "Of course I don't think so, really. I know I'm not so hideous as that?you thought so yourself once?but if I'm not, what made you paint me so?" "I never did paint you so," he said, eagerly. "Can you prove it?" she said, and her face seemed to lighten up with sudden liope. "Oil, if you can only show me I am wrong?that it couldn't possibly have been you " He knew too well?the unhappy man?that such evidence as could be had would probably be unfavorable. He dared not appeal to proof. "Sybil," he said, brokenly, "at present I can't. I may never be able to prove that. I have only my word ?but is not that enough?" "No," she said, "not now?not after yesterday." "If you can misunderstand me so cruelly," he said, "I suppose it must end here." "Yes, it must end," said Sybil. "Please go now; I cannot bear much more." "And to think how happy I was yesterday about this time," he said. "Yesterday! Two hours c.go?I w?'> I happy then. And now?" To be Continued. The Sexton's Barometer. "When anybody asks Abel Hicks, sexton of the Bushby Orthodox meeting-house, what he thinks about the probabilities for fair weather, Mr. Hicks gives his opinion with the air of one having authority. "When I took my old bell-rope in hand last night to ring for the Christian Endeavorers," Mr. Hicks will say on occasion, "she's squnched up dry as an old bone. You no need to carry your umbrellas to-day, unless you want 'em for looks." But there are other times when Mr. Hicks shakes his head at the | hopeful leaders of a picnic party. "Better plan to stay nigh shelter to-day, so's you can get under cov? er," he says, firmly. "There wa'n't a mite o' give to my old bell-rope, till yesterday, but last night she's most as m'ist as a sponge, all kind o' stringy an' spodgy. I tell ye, I should put off that enterprise o' yours till next week. The roads'll be prime after the two days' rain that's coming to us."?Youth's Companion, Surgery For Trees. One of the curiosities of modern forestry is the care of beautiful old shade trees. The amputation of diseased or dead limbs is as carefully performed to prevent further decay IIUIII L11C CJIUUlCiltD Iio ill aui&iiui uperations 011 human beings. Decaying cavities are cleaned and filled with a preserving cement, as is done by the modern dentist. And the latest advance is to build a tin roof along the upper surface o? widespreading branches where little hollows might hold dampness and promote decay. Some handsome patriarchs well deserve it.?Boston Herald. The gold mines 0f. ancient E?ypt haye Imn ?; I f.v Exjatfiitj capital. A number of oases of zinc poisoning on board men-of-war have been found to be .due to the zinc slabs fitted in the :>liips" filter tanks. The Italian State Railway authorities in Rome have ju~t placed orders for 231 new locomotives, 215 being divided among five Italian builders and llfi between three German concerns. Georgia has begun the free manu facture and distribution of anti-/ toxin to be used in diphtheria cases. As enough anti-toxin for a patient costs ten dollars, the free distribution means much to the poorer classss Df the State. Getting broken taps out, saj's a writer in the American Machinist, is, in one shop at least, done by pouring hydrochloric acid into the hole. The acid is left there for about four minutes and enough of the tap and the bole are eaten away to loosen the tap. When the oxides of nitrogen have been separated from the nitrogen which is formed by electrical discharge in air, it is important to cool the mixture of the gases in order that dissociation may be avoided. To do this IT. Pauling, in a recent American patent, proposes to effect the ccoliug by introducing an already nnnipd mixture of the eases into the hot gases, instead of using an inert gas for this purpose. The white of egg is nearly seveneighths water, the rest pure albumen. The yolk is slightly less thau one-half water. The figures are sixty per cent, water, sixteen per cent, protein and thirty-three per cent. fat. Protein is the blood and muscle maker, while fat is the fuel for running the body-machine. Eggs conlain all the elements that are required for the building and support of the human body. ' The United States Geological Survey has recently issued a report dealing with the subject of smoke prevention, in which it is concluded that coal should be supplied to furnaces in small quantities at frequent intervals, and the air supply should slightly exceed the theoretical amount required for combustion. The tem* ' * *Vi /? f m tm n /in perat-ure All UIC xuiuatc ouuum sufficiently high to ignite the gases given off from the fuel, and boiler rooms should be managed by properly trained men. BUZZARD WITH FAME OF STORK. Revered Biul of a Pennsylvania Town Released From Its Prison. Rather than bring about an epidemic of race suicide in East Nottingham Township by keeping imprisoned the famous belled buzzard which acts in the capacity of the legendary stork for that community, Samuel "Winchester, who captured the bird a few days ago, has decided to set it free. Great numbers of persons have flocked to see the big bird, and its capture aroused great interest throughout the entire township. The buzzard is an unusually large one and is somewhat differently colored from others of its species. It has for years been recognized by a sleigh bell wired to its lt'fft .For nearly a quarter 01 a century its hovering over a farmhouse lias "been regarded a3 an infallible sign that there was to be an addition to the family. Mothers instead of telling their children of the stork's visit informed them that the belled buzzard was the bearer of the little one. People have been trying to capture it for years, but 110 one ever succeeded until it fell into Mr. Winchester's hands.?Oxford Correspondence Philadelphia Record. The White Narcissus. ? "If I could ouly live among beautiful things as you do, I believe I could be good!" exclaimed a tired farmer's daughter to a city friend, whose two rooms were filled with photographs and books. The friend could but make the well-worn explanation that the sky outside the {kitchen window is actually more beautiful than the photograph ?f Corot's vision of a sky, and that the fields, green or white, and the flowers and birds are more truly poetry than the verses of Wordsworth or Keats. Beneath the cry of ths soul hungry for beautiful things is the desire for real ownership. The cloud may bn seen by a thousand eyes, but it escapes the hand which would hold it. Meadow and stream in the picture bring their message of baauty with deepened emphasis, all the year round, because they are fairly captured by the artist. Our civilization has yet to learn frnm i li o voflprtivn V.n cr that thp luxury of beauty is a necessity for human life. Without it the spirit starves and suffers from restlessness and irritation and inefficiency, as one suffers from insufficient physical nourishment. Mohammed put into words a great symbolic truth when he said to his disciples, "If any man have two loaves, let him sell one and buy some flowers of the white narcissus; for the one is food for the body and the other is food for the soul."?The Youth's Companion. "Where Kings Keep Gold. The Sultan of Turkey, who has an official income of about $1,000,000 a year, has long been depositing his 4 U a T)nn1r Mf T???o ^ TU M pa Villus Willi llic uriiifv ui i' lautc, xiii; same institution is likewise honored with the patronage ol' King George of Greece and King Leopold. The Czar has preferred to keep his ready [cash in the vaults of the Bank of [England, where, it is said, he has at his command nearly three and a quarter million sterling in Russian gold. The gold deposited by these monarelis, unlike other l'unds which come into the banks, never goes out again into circulation, unless it be by express command of the royal depositor.?Chicago Journal. | Jht I! 5uni>a:j-.&cl?oc>f: IXTERN ATIONAL LESSON COMmuvtc rnw TTTVI? of i o 1 vin v -j Review of the Second Quarter of the Year?Golden Text, .John 20:31 ?The Purpose of John's Gospel Explained. Golden Text. ? "But these things are written that ye might believe thai , Jesus is the Christ the Son of God; and that believing ye might have life through His name." John 20:31. The purpose of John's Gospel is given in the Golden Text. The best review of the lessons of the quarter will be to go through the lessons one by one and find out how this greal truth is illustrated in each lesson. In Lesson I. the deity of Chris) comes out in His claiming to be the door, through whom alone any man can enter into the kingdom, and in i His claiming to be the Good ShepI herd, the relation that in the Old Tes| tament Jehovah claimed. . In Lesson II. the deity of Christ ! comes out in His demonstrating His | power to raise tne ueaa oy nis suniJie I word. In Lesson III. the deity of Christ ! comes out again in His being the One who raised Lazarus from the dead. In Lesson IV. the deity of Christ | comes out in the assertion of His pre| existence with the Father, and in Hia I Father's having given all things into His hands, and in His knowledge of what was going on in the hearts of men, and in His assertion that He i was Master and Lord. j In Lesson V. the deity of Christ comes out in His commanding men to [ believe in Him just as they believed I in God, and in His assertion that he that hath seen Me hath seen the Father. In Lesson VI. the deity of Christ i comes out in the assertion of His preexistence, and in His assertion "that all things that the Father hath are Mine." In Lesson VII. the deity of Christ comes out in His very presence, overi powering His enemies. In Lesson VIII. the deity of Christ comes out in His fulfilling in detail so many of the Old Testament prophecies regarding the Christ. In Lesson IX. the deity of Christ comes out in His resurrection, the Father's seal of Jesus' claim to deity. In T.econn V tho Hoitv nf flhrist comes out again in Ihe certainty of His resurrection and in His acceptins to Himself ascription of deity when Thomas called Him, "My Lord and my God." In Lesson X. the deity of Christ comes out again in His resurrection fully attested. "Rejoice in the Lord." Why should we not rejoice iu the good things of God? If the day is pure and serene, we enjoy its gladness. Why should we not rejoice in the serene light of truth that shines from heaven upon us? We find a joy j in the presence and cheerful greeting of our friends. Why should we not | look up to heaven, whence so many i pure and most loving faces look upon ; us with divine affection, and with most'tender desire to cheer and heln ! ; us? Having an almighty and most loving Father, in whom we live and move and have our being, let us reI joice in Him. Having a most loving : Saviour, who has made Himself our I brother, and feeds us with His life, i we ought surely to rejoice in Him. ; Having the Holy Spirit of God with I us, making us His temples, and pourI ing His love into our hearts, we ought I certainly to answer His love and reI joice in His overflowing goodness. "Rejoice in the Lord always, and I again I say rejoice."?William Ber| nard Ullathorne. How to Conquer Sin. Sin begins in the heart. If the thoughts are pure the life will be blameless. The indulgence of sinful thoughts and desires produces sinful actions. When lust hath conceived it bringeth forth sin. The pleasurable contemplation of a sinful deed is usually followed by its commission. Never pause and consider the pleasures and profit of any sin. Close your mind against such suggestions at once, as you would lock and boli your doors against a robber. Let this one thoueht. "It is wrong," end all dalliance. If Eve had not stood parleying with the devil, and admiring the beautiful fruit, earth might have yet been a paradise. No one becomes a thief, a fornicator, or a murderer at once. The mind must first be corrupted. The wicked suggestion must be indulged and revolved in the thoughts until it loses the hideous deformity and the anticipated gain or pleasure comes to outweigh the evils of the transgression. I ?Detroit News-Tribune. My Chief Joy. I can bear you this witness, that not all friendship, not all praise, not success in life, not the joy which I experienced in communion with nature. .ior the rapturous and exquisite sensations in the presence of things beautiful, nothing in earth, has ever been to me such strength, such conj stant joy, as the sense that Christ | loved me while I was a sinner, and as j I am a sinner; that because I am sick, He is my physician; and because 1 I ant weak, He is my captain; and bej cause I am imperfect. He is my "all j and in all."?Henry Ward Beecher. it ie hard to ratrh henvenlv fruits when you are carrying earthly frets. Finds Ship in the Dark. Announcement of a remarkable invention was made by Major Waltei E. Lombard, of the First Heavy Arj tillery, M. V. M., who spoke at a ban* ] quet of the Fusileers' Veterans' Asso* | ciation at Boston. He visited the har; bor forts, and says an officer at ona ; of the f(*rts has perfected an invention which will locate a vessel at ten ! miles on the darkest night or in the | densest fog. "With this device," said iMajor Lombard, "gunners from the j forts can locate a ship and sink il I with the heavy calibre guns." .. I Plan 5715 Miles of IToa(7. States adjacent to and including Colorado, have 5715 miles of live railroad projects planned for 1008 and 1909. Territory dominated by Denver laid and had under construction during the past year more miles of railroad than any other section of the country with the exception of the Pacific Coast States. Big Horn Canal Filled. Water has been turned through the entire fifty-four miles of the Big Horn County canal, at Basin, Wyo. It will 1 Irrigate 30,000 acres of land. , BITTER WAR ON INTEMPERANCE I i 1 SOLDIERS FIGHTING THIS CURSE j GREATLY CHEERED. Barroom Negro Race's Curse?Temperance a Blessing Next to Abolition, Says Booker T. Washington Mnvoilipnt ill llip South. Before the largest audience i.hat ever assembled at the People's Forum, Booker T. Washington in New Rochelle delivered an address on the race question, in whicn he expressed his gratitude at the progress made by the temperance cause in the South and declared that the abolition of the barroom was a blessing to the negro second only to the abolition of slavery. Two-thirds of the mobs, lynchings and burnings at the staki, he said, were the result of bad whis ky getting into the stomachs of bad black men and bad white men. Mr. Washington was introduced by Seth Low. He was accompanied to New Rochelle by ex-Governor Pinchbeck, of Louisiana, and 3000 persons heard him speak. He said: The great temperance movement which has swept the South has been without parallel in history. Now that I have lived to see the whisky shops and open barrooms done' away with, +>iavo ia nn tAllinc what other re forms may take place anywhere. You little realize how much it means to the colored race. Without an expenditure of money, a mighty revolution has been accomplished. To-day we find only thirteen counties in Kentucky where whisky is sold under license; in Tennessee only four cities and two towns. In the State of Florida there are only fourteen counties where saloons and barrooms exist. They are almost extinct in North Carolina. After next Christmas every barroom in Mississippi and Alabama will close up. Already every barroom in Georgia has gone out of business, and for the first time in forty years the Atlanta Journal came out and said that not a single black man was in the city prison. The colored race in this country is a nation within a nation. We have within the United States, according to the latest estimate, 10,000,000 negroes. Of the entire negro population 8,500,000 are in the South, and it is there in a large measure that the race question must be worked out. The greatest task that we have to perform is to disabuse the negro of the idea that labor is something to be got away from. The negroes of the South are an industrious class of people as a rule, but the trouble with them is that a great deal of the money which they earn gets away from them. The negro should be taught that the getting of property a.vi money is the foundation of success. When the negro can catch up with the American white man in this respect there will not he any one ahead of him.?New York Tribune. Expensive Pauperism. Professor Karl Pearson relates the j following: In France, Ada Jurke, a ! pauper, born in 1740, died of alcoholism in 1800. Of her lineal descendants, seven were convicted of assassination and punished accordingly; | seventy-six were convicted of minor crimes of all grades; forty-four were mendicants by profession; sixty-four were cared for byvarious public charities, and, finally, 181 were prostitutes. The sum total spent by the Government on the maintenance, surveillance and prosecution of the family amounted to about'$1,150,000.? New York Press. When Saloons Close Banks Get Busy. It isf interesting and ought to be instructive to note that to the degree that the saloons go out of commission ! the banks get busy. In four weeks' j enforcement of the Sunday closing j law in Newark, N. J., the Monday's I deposits of the working men in four | banks increased more than $57,000. I This is at the rate of $140,000 for the | ten savings institutions of that city. J These figures signify that Sunday \ closing is good for an annual increase ! of $2,000,000 deposits for the work\ ing men of Newark alone. ? Union ; Signal. An Added Word. Permit a word on the present sue I cess or proniDiuon. wny suuuiu it I not have a sweeping success with a ! practical people as is the American i when such truths as the following : are fairly understood? Alcoholic drinking is a constant drawback to our industries, so that ! intelligent business men with scarcely i an exception, as now the great North! western Railroad, discriminate in | favor of the.total abstainer. It is never a help, but always a | hindrance to the healthy man. Physicians in almost all cases preJ fer the chances of the patient who is : a total abstainer; so do life insurance | companies. In one way or another it is responi sible for a large proportion?it is safe to say more than one-half?of all crime and poverty.?I. K. Funk. A Xcav Tommy Atkins. Tommy Atkins is changing his hab| its since the Young Men's Christian | Association in England has gone j along with him into the summer volunteer camps. Over 4 000 of them I came to one camp'3 big tent from sun! rise to midnight in one day and on one Sunday wrote 4957 letters and mailed them. At the evening "sing song" they chose hymns rather than songs. Total abstinence pledges have been signed by hundreds, and this means a good deal in "Merrie England." A color.el says that now fully j two-thirds of his battalion are tee| totalers and attributes the change to the influence of the association tents. Tennessee Moves. A movement looking to State-wide prohibition in Tennessee was started j at Chattanooga, sixteen meetings being held by the opponents of the liquor traffic. The campaign will be prosecuted vigorously throughout the State. Xo Xeed For Wonder. Eight hundred million dollars was spent by the British people last year on alcoholic drinks. And then they wonder at the number of their paupers. Xo Liquor For Polar Expeditions. The British Antarctic Expedition, which will soon sail to carry on explorations in South Polar regions in charge of Lieutenant Shackleton, will bf a strictly abstinent expedition. The Temperance Chronicle, commenting upon the supplies for the enterprise, says: "The most interesting point about the whole expedition is Lieutenant Shackleton's firm determination to carry no alcohol, save a very small quantity for strictly medical purposes, and tnai. to be administered by the medical officers alone, and that under the most e::ce^im?oi nt,1v " ' ppikritisP^r ] ?Qfh<?n?d Jor rhe 1 * JogiETHoU^I) : GR7E US THY PEACE. 0 Christ, our Saviour, by whose will The raging waves grew calm and still, yIn us Thy gracious words fulfil; Give us Thy peace. ^. The world^as given us many things, The pain that hurts, the sin that stingy The transient pleasure that has wings^ Give us Thy peace. v i. Each morning when the rising sun Shows many a triumph to be won, And common duties to be done, Give us Tby peace. Each evening when the hours completfe Our tale of weakness and defeat, And we fall weeping at Thy feet, Give us Thy peace. And when through all the busy day. We try to serffe Thee we may, And pass along the lighted way, Give us Thv neace. > B In the deep silence of the night, Keep us from aneuish and from fright. And be to us our life and light; Give us Thy peace. Until we reach the tranquil shore, ) Where all the storms of earth are o'er, And we are with Thee evermore, Give us Thy peace. ?Marianne Famingham, in London Sunday-School Times. Memory. In everlasting remembrance shall the righteous be held. ? Psalms 112:6. Man lives not only In the present,, but also in the past. The days of his childhood belong to him, even though his hair has turned gray and his eye? are clouded. Heaven has endowed man with the faculty of memory, which is a striking intimation, a. - ioresu&uuw ui lmLuuriaiiLjr. n, enables him to behold scenes long* vanished, forms that for years have1 ceased to be corporeal; to hear sweet voices long hushed in death. The world has a memory wherein it treasures up the lives and deeds of great men and women who havebeen its lights and ornaments. Theworld has a memory for those who proclaimed freedom to the oppressed, for its scholars and poets, for its philanthropists and benefactors. Thememory of such persons shines forth brightly like stars of the first magnitude forever. Every individual has a memory an? in it live a vast number of dear forms. They emerge from far distant isles. They start up from heaps of ruins which once were cities. They risefrom battlefields, from the bottom of the sea. In every family circle and beneath every domestic roof there are inviSIUltJ 1UI LLja Luc on augci vauuvw see, yet are present to the mind's eye of the household. .The dear father and kind mother never cease to livein the heart and soul of their survivors. Since the Almighty has blessed man with this faculty to raise thedead and to' recall the goodness and righteousness of his departed ones, iait not reasonable to believe that He will preserve those good souls and1 retain them in His remembrance forever? as it is said, "In everlasting remembrance shall the righteous be held." Comparatively few live in the great world's memory and have their names1 engraved in marble and iron or written down on parchment. Yet we all may find consolation in the fact that we are not perishable, "for ifr everlasting remembrance shall the righteous be held." Every good and righteous man or woman whose life is exemplary, devoted to godliness' and holiness, will be held in everlastlasting remembrance-^will live in the memory of Him whose existence endureth forever. Therefore It does not matter if the world does not know us nor hear of us. It matters not if everybody else forgets us if we are remembered by the Almighty. To live in His memory is to live j in peace, in joy and delight forever. The world may grow old, languishand die, nevertheless the righteous will live and flourish in God's everlasting remembrance.?The Rev. Dr. Falk Vidaver, New York City, in the Sunday Herald. The Robin's Sermon. Would It not be better to leave tomorrow with God? That is what is j troubling men; to-morrow's tempta I tions, to-morrow's difficulties, to-mor! row's burdens, to-morrow's duties. 1 Martin Luther, in his autobiography, I says: "I have one preacher that I ! love better than any other on earth; it is my little tame robin, who v preaches to me daily. I put his crumbs upon my window sill, especially at night. He hops on the window when he wants his supply, and takes as much as he desires to satisy his need. From thence he alwayshops to a little tree close by and lifts up his voice to God and sings his carol of praise and gratitude, tucks his little head under his wing and goes fast to sleep, and leaves to-morrow to look after itself. He is the best preacher that I have on earth."?H. VV. Webb-Peploe. Reset Every Day. Home and home life must never become commonplace. The little surprises, the remembrance of the birthday, the unexpected treat, the pleasure earned for one by the sacrifice of another?all these belong under our head of spiritual exercises. Nor is there any scene of our life which so * demands such exercise as this familiar scene of home, which was to be reset every day.?Edward Everett Hale. The Golden Rule. We have had given to us in the J - ~e T n i.nla nf I WOI'US UI J CCuo a. i uic w*. which is so clear, so simple, so comprehensive and so strong, that, if it were followed, would solve peaceably and lovingly every question that might arise in our public and private relationships.?Rev. Benjamin Fa> Mills, Independent, Los Angeles, Cal. How They Arc Known. j Citizens of Heaven are known by ! in atmnsnt"iro of happiness. ' Trotting Sire Dead. While being exercised at Allendale Farm, Lexington, Ky., the trotting sire. Baron Dillon, 2.12, by Baron Wilkes, dam Mattie Nutwood, felf and was so badly injured that he had to be chloroformed. Baron Dillon, during his four years on the turf, won over $10.400, and since being retired ' to the stud has sired such good horses as Baron Rogers, 2.07 % ; George A. Fuller. 2.08%; Dillon Boy, 2.09 and Baron Waltzer, 2.10,,i. Crusade Against the Automobile. llltf J cuci ill UU> fi 1JIAICI1L is \ng to make a case against the automobile as a road destroyer. , j