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And while this convention was
being carried on Campion was fondly
retracing his fteps across the park,
for the mere pleasure of recalling the
happy hour that had just, fled; of associating
each step with some charming
word or look of his lady's like
the lover in "Garden Fancies." How
lovely she had looked, how sweet and
consoling she had been, how he loved
her. 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
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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."
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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.
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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
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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.
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5uni>a:j-.&cl?oc>f:
IXTERN ATIONAL LESSON COMmuvtc
rnw TTTVI? of
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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 "
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] ?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