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The child is like her, and for that rea- t son his grandmother isn't over fond of him." Doris kissed the boy suddenly on j the forehead. j "Oh, you mustn't think," continued nurse, in the same guarded tone, "that he isn't well cared for, miss. ^ His father just adores him, and he's indulged to a ruinous extent. Indeed, we're all his slaves, and the ^ whole house is at his beck and call." "I am glad of that," said Doris, involuntarily. "Can I read to him, nurse?is he interested in games, or ? any other pastime that appeals to the ^ rdinary child?" V "You can read," answered nurse, *but if he doesn't like your way, or the turn of the story, he'll fling the book at your head. Romping hurts his back; and at any other sort of ^ game you'd better see that he always wins, miss, or he'll turn, like the ^ swine in Scripture, and rend you." Wistfully Doris searched the boy^s face. Its high-bred lines and marble pallor were exquisitely beautiful. j. "Basil," she plfea&d, *'do you want ^ to be friends withal? l^ien tell me a bow I can amuse you?hew make myself useful to Mrs. St. George and ^ your nurse?" / He leaned his little, sharp, velvetclad elbows on her knees. ' "Do you know any stories?" fee asked, solemnly; "not the kind nurse d and grandma like?not any out of ^ books; but such as papa tells, about h a fairy queen, who went away from E her kingdom, and could never find the path back to it." "I think I have heard of her," an- , swered Doris, very gravely. "Did s< 3he want to return, Basil?" "Yes, but the gates were all locked behind her, and the roads were turned in new directions. So, try as ahe would, she could never, never ,p some back!" he answered. j "How sad! And you like to hear about her lost majesty?" Basil nodded. . "My papa talks of her often. 1 want you to tell me her story, too." h *.* ? * * * j j. With a light heart Doris returned to the Wingate house. She had es- si tablished a firm friendship with the fi deformed boy, and Mrs. St. George tl bad engaged her as his daily gov- h erness, at a salary far exceeding the o girl's expectations. She told Miss Wingate all that she had seen and n aeard at the'BackyBay Avenue house, and the deaf lady listened thought- ii fully. si "My dear," she sighed, at last, "the a shadow of Philip Trevor seems to b pursue you everywhere! When he ? fled from this city the mother of that a deformed boy, a beautiful woman and a society belle, was the companion of li his flight." v "Oh, Miss Wingate!" c "Yes, Trevor was much older than p Mrs. St. George, but he was a fas- a zinating man, and a great favorite h with women. She left husband, child, wealth and social position, and g went with him. It was through the carelessness of his beautiful mother s that little Basil received the spinal injury which has made him what he s is. He is heir to a great fortune, and d I have, always heard that his father Is devoted to the boy." f; ******* Doris' sympathies were enlisted s and she flung herself whole-heartedly h into her work. Touched by the d child's white, wistful, face, she invented new experiences for the fairy d queen who had lost her kingdom. ^ The roads leading back to that for- a feited Eden she reconstructed; she broke down ihe inexorable gates^ and 1 brought the.queen to her own again. Basil clapped his thin hands with de- " tight at the happy turn given to the 1 story. v But his demands upon her were ( a ceaseless?he tated her invention to the utmost. Mrs. St. George left the child wholly to his new governess and never appeared in the nursery. Teddy Craven watched Doris with <3 anxious eyes. Jacqueline, in her glorious beauty and haughty selfsufficiency. began to lade into the ^ background of the young man's S mind, and this star-faced sister came t Bteadily to the front. Her low, ap- i pealing voice drowned the memory c of Jacqueline's clear bell tones. When Doris cried in despair, "I 1 know no more adventures of that t dreadful fairy queen?what am 1 to Co now; ready racKea nis urain ior a time and then answered: "Can't you cram the little beggar with some new amusement? Try Trojan?he is full of clever tricks." Doris beamed on Teddy gratefully. "An excellent suggestion," she answered, and the next morning the old dachshund bore her company to the Back Bay mansion, where Basil was watching at hi3 nursery window. person a load fit for a pack mule. Jacqueline looked around in bewilderment. The beach lay flooded with moonlight, but empty of all life. "Where are St. George and the boat?" she said, wildly. "Where are soooooooooooortrtnooooorjo** 300000000000000000000004t useMonIh ooo ooo 30C OOOOOOCOOOQQCOCOOOOO 30000000000000000000000 bland pg | 00000000000000080880800 oocoooooocoog^pooooooo "I have brought you a new play'ellow," said Doris. "He belonga to ne and I think you will be glad to enow him." The sagacious Trojan waddled up o the child, barked a friendly greetng and licked his hand. Trojan pos;essed some genuine accomplishments, which he exhibited with great locility. He played the beggar, with rooked paws hanging abjectedly. He lied at Basil's feet and leaped joyully to life again at his call. He lanced clumsily on his hind legs, his ong body held with ludicrous upightness. He hunted out coins and n5mite thines from imoossible places .nd went through a rare game of hide md seek with his new friend, his tail vagging the while, his eyes full of atelligent camaraderie. Basil shrieked vich delight. Here was something resh and novel. He forgot his daily attles with nurse, his feverish thrist or the fairy queen. In the nursery aim succeeded constant storm and )oris drew a breath of relief. That afternoon Teddy Craven came o meet her on the avenue, under the limsy pretext of looking after Troan. At his approach her tired face ighted, her soft eyes shone with rank welcome. "Trojan has proved a complete uccess," she announced, "and I have ad a day of peace." "Thank Heaven!" answered Craen, with fervor. "That boy is too rearing. I'm afraid your position is o sinecure." "True, but Basil is really growing ond of me; and pray consider! I am arning money in Jacqueline's abence. That thought fills me with ride. Ah, if only I could receive ews of Jac I would be quite happy!" "Well," replied Teddy, hopefully, sne nas < " 'Deeply ventured, tut all must do so who would greatly win.' ,et us have patience a little longer? re must hear something soon!" But they did not. Every afternoon lie young fellow sallied forth to meet )oris on the avenue, ^nd help her ome with Trojan. She was/lonely nd harassed with, fears, and his unfiling kindness and sympathy suched her deeply. "You are very, very good," she lid. again and again, "and I am most rateful." Such expressions quickened Tedy's heartbeats in an alarming way. [ejected by Jacqueline, he threw imself with ardor into the service of oris. { I "I ask nothing better than to deote my whole life to them both!" he lid to himself, with bitter groaning.; One afternoon, when the boy Basil ( ad been unusually trying and even rojan had failed to divert him? hen his shrieks for his absent father ad distracted the whole household, eddy reached the St. George man-j ion just as Doris was descending the :eps. Her eyes were heavy with fa- | gue. her voice very husky with exaustion. "Just powers!" cried Teddy, "you ave had an abominable day?I see it i your face!" She answered not a word. For a pace they walked on in silence. How agile and delicate she looked! How le setting sun glinted on her golden air! As they reached the umbrageus Gardens, Craven said: "Let us turn in here and rest a few loments under the trees." She made no demur. They passed lto the odorous shelter of flowering tirubbery and spreading branches nd had barely reached a rustic seat y the lake when Teddy caught his ompanion, as she swayed helplessly gainst him. Doris had fainted. Fortunately no one was near. He lid her on the garden seat, and rhile Trojan whined pitifully, he aafed her nanas ana wet ner xemles with water from the lake. With long, shuddering sigh, Doris opened er eyes. "Oh, I fear I have given you a reat fright!" she gasped. Certainly his face looked gray and trained. ^ , "I confess it was very alarming to ee you go off like that;" replied Tedy, in a shaken voice. She broke down, and covered her ace with her hands. "This suspense is killing me!" she obbed. "1 cannot bear it. Oh, what as become of Jac? I shall die if I o not have news of her?" His heart sank within him, but he id not flinch. He drew up his lnerior figure with dignity and course. 'If that be so," he answered, slowv. "it is time for me to go and look your sister. 1 tell you frankly, Jiss Hatton, I would rather face all he fiends or the iJit man h'ninp i reor, but you have spoken the word, :nd I will not hold back any longer -I will go!" CHAPTER IX. "Oh, Miss Hatton. dear, arc you lead? Whatever has happened here? Vake up?do! and look at me!" It was Vic's voice, and Vic's tears vere falling fast on Jacqueline's face. She stirred?her scattered senses reurned. Above her leaned the familar red hair and freckles aud the Tam)'-Shanter cap. "A rock fell!" muttered Jacqueine. "I think I was stunned." And :ljen, after a few moment's silence, 'Can you help roe to rise up, Vicky?" Vic put two strong arms around ,ne gin ana uura ner 10 ner leei. Her head was giddy, but she had suffered no injury. "I found you flat oil the ground," whimpered Vic, "and I thought you x&s done for, miss. You see, I had a ;ood many things to get together at he house, and so I was gone longer han I expected." .Verily Vic had disposed about her Mrs. Trevor and Peter and the skipper?" Vic regarded her with alarm. "Oh, miss, I've seen no one! There isn't a soul about. You must be dreaming;." "They were all here when I fell," insisted Jacqueline. "The men were struggling together, and the skipper hnrl firpr? n nistnl at Mr. St. Oeorec." "Miss Hatton, dear, I'm afraid your head's a little queer," said Vte, soothingly. "That was a close call. If the rock had struck you fair you'd have been killed complete." She supported her companion tenderly. "Do you feel able to walk across the island with me? I know a spot on Dragon's Nose where we can safely spend the night." "I think," answered Jacqueline', "I am quite able." They rested awhile till her head was again steady, then Vic Bpoke anxiously: "Say, miss, we ought to be moving! It ain't safe to stay here longer. You keep close to my heels?I'll help you what I can." i The two turned from the beach and set their faces toward the opposite end of the island. Vic led the way, bearing her heavy load jauntily. By straggling paths, made by cattle, the girls entered on the savage, uninhabited portion of Deadman's. It was a rough tramp. Often treacherous swamps barred their advance?often they plunged into gorges, strewn with the bleached debris of dead cedars, and altogether Impervious to moonlight. A resinous undergrowth, black and seemingly impenetrable, covered most of the ground. Through this Vjv guided her companion siowiy by the slender tracks and the dark < burrows which the sheep had everywhere left. Long mosses hung from the spruces, and swept their faces, like bats' wings. For a mile or more, in unbroken silence, the pair went on : and reached at length that extreme northern point of the island known as Dragon's Nose. This was simply a detached portion of Deadman's, separated from the main island by a channel, through which the 6ea boiled at high tide. Luckily for the fugitives, the bed of this passage was now bare. "We'll go ever on the rocks," said Vic. "Look out you don't slip in the seaweed, miss." She picked her way carefully, and Jacqueline followed. So they came to what seemed a bank of rugged granite, towering high in the moonlight, with fringes of drawfed spruce and cedar about its base. Bending down, Vic pushed aside the. green growth and disclosed to Jacqueline an opening in the rock?the mouth, in fact, of a natural cave, formed by turn madsps nf granite cloven at thfi base, but firmly united at the top. The entrancte was high enough to admit even Jacqueline's tall figure. Vic led the way into this unlookedfor refuge and from the numerous parcels about her person she produced a candle and lighted it. "Any port in a storm!" she said. Jacqueline looked and found herself in a fair-sized room, with rough flint walls and a floor' of dry earth. Vic drew a breath of relief, and proceeded to divest herself of her various burdens. "I've known this cave a good while back," she said to Jacqueline. "Joe Raby told me about it when I first came to the island and afterward I looked it up myself. Here we must shelter for to-night. I'll light a fire now and make you a cup of tea." Her admirable forethought had provided well for the occasion. She opened her bundles and shook out a quantity of soft wool blankets. She stuck her candle in a tin candlestick and set it on a rock shelf over Jacqueline's head. Then she brought in leaves and dry branches from the outside thickets and lighted a fire. "There's a current of air moving here," she explained, "that sweeps the smoke to some opening overhead, so it won't choke us out?Joe Raby told me that also. Best of all, on 'tother side of the rock a spring of fresh water comes up from the cedar roots. I've got provisions here, and matches and candles an^ lots of things." To be Continued. D. B. Hill's Hat. David B. Hill, former Governor of and Senator from New York, had a secluded hatter somewhere in the State who made his high hats after elaborate olans drawn by Mr. Hill many years ago, and not changed since. One night Governor Odell, of New York, was giving a reception in Albany, and Mr. Roosevelt, then elected Vice-President, met Mr. Hill on the steps of the New York Executive Mansion. Roosevelt wore a black rough rider hat and Hill had one of his peculiar skypieces. "Senator," said Roosevelt, "you should wear a hat like this one that I have on. They are much easier on the head, preserve the hair and are altogether better than silk ones." Mr. Hill looked at the coming VicePresident. "My dear sir," he said, "I haven't worn a hat like that since 1 went out of the show business."? Rochester Herald. Triumph of Modernity. Papa was about to apply the strap. "Father," said Willie, firmly, "unless that instrument has been properly sterlized I desire to protest." This gave the old man pause. "Morevoer," continued Willie, "the germs that might be released by the violent impact of leather upon a porous textile fabric but lately exposed to the dust of the streets would be apt to affect you deleteriously." As the strap tell irom a nerveiesH hand Willie sloped. ? Philadelphia Ledger. Plates are substituted for collections hags at St. Mary's Church. Dover, England, because :io many buttons have been l'ound in the latter. Building blocks of glass are In common use in Silesia, THE PULPIT. ? A BRILLIANT SUNDAY SERMON BY DR. I. M. HALDEMAN. I ? Theme: Seminaries a Menace. * j New York City.?Before an audi- ^ ence that taxed the capacity of the . building, the Rev. Dr. I. M. Halde- J man delivered the second sermon on ] "The Signs of the Ti&e." His sub- ] ject was: "The Modern Theological Seminary a Menace and Peril to the Church." The text was II. Kings, 2:16. / He said: Elijah, the mighty prophet of God, who defied the king, shut up the i heavens that there was neither dew I nor rain, but, according to his word, I slew the prophets of Baal, called i down fire from heaven upon the sac- < rifice, visited terrific judgment upon i the land, is now tc? be taken up to s heaven by a whirlwind, attended by f celestial horsemen and chariots of : fire. Elisha, his successor in the pro- < phetic office, accompanies him on the < journey from Gilgal to Bethel, from 1 Bethel to Jericho, where there was a theological seminary, and the suns of 1 the prophets (the ministerial students I of.that day) said to Elisha: "Know- < est thou that the Lord will take away i thy master from thy head this day?" < And he answered: "Yea, I'know it. Hold ye your peace." And they two i went on to the River Jordan. And f fifty of the sons of the prophets went i and stood afar off to view what would < happen. And Elijah took his mantle 1 and smote the waters and they were i divided, so that they two went over 1 on dry ground. And Elijah said unto < Elisha: "Ask what I shall do for thee 1 before I be taken away." And Elisha ! said: "I pray thee, let a double por- < tion of thy spirit be upon me." And he said: "Thou has asked a hard < thing; nevertheless. If thou see me 1 when I am taken away, It shall be so 1 -1.-11 X f (unto thee, but ir noi, 11 snan uul ub < 'so." And it came to pass as they stiJl went on, behold, there appeared a ' chariot and horses of fire, and parted J them both asunder, and Elijah went up by a whirlwind into heaven. And ' Elisha saw it and cried: "My father, 1 my father, the chariot of Israel and ' the horsemen thereof." And when [ Elisha returned to Jericho with the ; mantle of Elijah, the sons of the pro- ( phets said: "The spirit of Elijah ' does rest upon Elisha." And they E said unto him: "Behold, there be 1 with us fifty strong men. .Let them j go and seek my master, lest peradventure, the Spirit of the Lord hath taken him up and cast him upon some mountain or into some valley." And he said: "Ye shall not send." J But they urged him until he was ] ashamed, and he said: "Send." They . sent therefore fifty men; and they J sought three days, but foilnd him not. J And when they came again to him ' (for he tarried at Jericho), he said unto them. "Did I not say unto you, j 'Go not?' " 1 To-day we have the same story. , The passing through Jordan typifies , our Lord's death and resurrection, , for Jordan, in Scripture, Sets forth j judgment, and is a type of the cross of Christ, where ^ith an agony that ] rent the rocks and drew the veil of j midnight, darkness over the face of ] nature, He bore the judgment of sin in His own body on the tree, crying ^ out: "My God, my' God, why didst f Thou forsake me!" Christ came not j to be an example or a teacher, but to j be a sacrifice?to die for the sin of the world?for He poured out His j soul unto death. 1 The ascension of Elijah sets forth in type our Lord's ascension into ] fceaven, through the shining portals 1 of glory, to. sit down on the right j hand of the majesty in the heavens, j an enthroned sin-pui'ger. the risen i man in the heavens in bodily pres- j ence. The spirit of Elijah resting ] upon Elisha shows the spirit of Christ 1 incarnated in the Church. /After our Lord's resurrection He breathed upon ] His disciples saying: ".Receive ye the j Holy Spirit," and on the day of Pente- > cost the promise of. the Father was j fulfilled, and they were endued with ; power from on high. j Our present-day theologians are i like the theologians of Jericho of old. ] They perceive the spirit of Christ, but 1 repudiate His material presence in 1 heaven. All sorts of things are be- ] ing attributed by them to .the Spirit " /"" - i Tl? i-11 ' Crvif!* 1 Or UnriST. I ue.v leu ua iuai u{iu >i of Christ has given us the .marvelous Inventions of the day, rapid transit, airships, woman si^ffrage, and inspired the discovery of the North Pole. All these things of the spirit of the natural man, these Jericho theologians of our modern seminaries 1 tell us are the outworkings of the < Spirit of Christ in man. Of course, 1 they deny a bodily resurrection and 1 teach a ghostly Christ, instead of one who called to His disciples to "handle ' Me and see that I am flesh and bones, i and not a spirit as ye think," and i who sat it meat with them, after His 1 resurrection, partaking of broiled fish J and honeycomb. As the sons of the ] otf. nf rtifi onmrhf tn aornimt for the disappearance of Elijah, so do our modern, up-to-date theologians, whether native born or imported, 1 seek to account for the disappearance ' of Christ. I One would almost think that when . these learned men in the "wisdom of ' this world" pass away, all knowledge will perish with them. Some, like Elisha, who was called from the plow, when confronted with the assertions 1 of "agreed scholarship," trained mentality and the assumptions of wise men of Jericho, grow ashamed and stumble and fall in power and become paralyzed. We should repudiate most earnestly those who attempt to explain away the miraculous. We should repudiate the preacher or professor in our theological institutions who questions the bodily res- , urrection of Christ, the Virgin birth, . ^onnncinn intn llPSVPn I ' lilt? JJliyciiai aaut/XiKjiv?4 wv and the second coming of our Lord in glory, majesty and power. To-day men are being ordained in- 1 to the sacred ministry from our Jericho theological semiuaries who teach ] not individual but social salvation, i who cry "Peace, peace," when there i Is no peace;-who talk about the con- i version of the world when that idea is not founii in Scripture Protests against so-called "Eibliolatry" are sounding from these institutions of modern-day learning, that ; while the religion of Christ may be , more elevating, yet it is on the same | J plane with the teachings of Confu- | ^ cius or Mahomet, and is no more in- , . spired than any of the others. Such i institutions were better rated. No j wonder such a ministry is fruit- I less and of non effect in the salvation \ ~ " ? T T -"* 1 """V a on/1 nnnvrriil ! 01 men. U111CDS YT U ai IOC uuu vwftiwvMM earnestly for the faith as it was de- . livered to the saints, in twenty-five years the Bible will be utterly repudiated, as, indeed, it is by many who have departed from the faith. t Fhirnflhta far ite (Stnirl flour ?y ?ijv? r? ,v- - c/ / THE PERFECT GIFT. "The Lord be gracious unto thee." Ttfay the Lord bless thee, dear," each night I say, 'Renew in thee the flood-high tide of faith, The high-held courage that was Christ's stanch shield; tfor leave thee to the soul's worst foes a preyTo Doubt, or drear Discouragement, or Fear. tfor ever, in the battle of the years, _ ikn inch to Pain or Sorrow let thee yield; Jut always onward, o'*?r a well-fought field, Lead thee to His fulfilment day by day." -Josephine Horton Eruorton, in Christian Register. How John DuL' Found His Mind. John Duff is the solidest man in the jld town of Britton. While making landsome additions to his modest inleritance, he has been opsn-handed in public benefactions and private :harities. Even Schmidt, the socialst tailor, and Gorton, the anarchist ihoemaker, have been heard to admit hat if all men got property so fairly ind used it so honorably, the mis :nieis ana miseries ui mo ^icdcuu iconomic order would soon mend themselves. In fact, Squire 7>uff, as they call lim, has neve, been suspected of enaching himself hy impoverishing Jthers, and many of his townsmen night testify that his prosperity had :ontributed largely to their own. His rugged integTity is in partnership with a clear and broad intelligence. He is not a lawyer; yet from lear anC far men come to him for counsel, and refer their disputes to lim for settlement. In the town neeting, after other voices have been leard. the doubtful scale is generally ;ipped by a few cool words from John Duff. His name has even been suggested for a place in the governor's :ouncil. The village schoolmaster once jailed him "Old Brains," and the title aas stuck, just as if Dartmouth College had decorated him with a decree. I But now comes a pretty piece of listory. In his youth John Dufl was ooked upon as the most unpromising lad in Britton. Old Peter Duff and lis wife were among "the excellent )f the earth;" and people wondered :hat so worthy a couple should be >urdened and cursed with such a ratle-pated, good-for-nothing son?their jnly child! As parental admonitions seemed to fall upon him like sunshine and rain on desert sand, there remained only the resource of secret irayers and tears. The mother's ieart was wrung; the father grew old aefore his time. As John neared his twenty-first birthday, he exulted in the thought that in a few weeks the last restraint would fall away, and he should be 'his own man." But one day the kind-voiced doctor startled him with i message: "Your father can live but i few hours, and he wishes to see you." "About the disposition of the property?" was John's inward question. But a feeling of awe crept over him is he 3tood by the bed of death and saw the strange change which had :ome over the face so familiar to him from childhood. A feeble hand reached out to clasp Ills own. The voice seemed to come from far away?from the boundaryline of worlds. "My son, I only ask from you on9 promise. After I am gone, will you ;o down to the wood-lot every day for a week, and spend half an hour ilone, in thinking?" Deeply agitated, yet half-relieved it being let off so easily, John made the promise. The day alter the funeral he repaired to the wood. As he sat among the trees, the fmage of his vanished father rose before him with a solemn ind commanding grandeur, wmcn seemed to reprove his own pettiness and worthlessness. "What would he have me think about; and how am I to begin? 4 seem to have no mind." Could thfs be the place where he bad gone bird-nesting, chasing squirrels, gathering nuts and hallooing with the other toys?often to the neglect of his duties? He was here now on a different errand, and tho place was changed. For the first time in his life he was impressed with silence and solitude, with the soft air, the breadths of sunlight and shade, the pomp of the sky, the unfolding life and beauty of the springtime. Some slighted lessons about creation and the Creator seemed to mix with the scene, as if he were a part of the vast order, and yet not in full harmony with it. Then came pentient memories of liis father, whose forgiveness he could never ask; a stirring of tenderness toward his Ibne and sorrowing moth5r; with anger 'and shame toward himself for having caused them bit ter years. But he could not dwell on the wasted, wretched past. The future rose to meet him with a challenge and a voice of hope. Then all his newly roused forces of thought and feeling gathered to a prayer and a purpose. By the Heavenly Help, might he not yet be a man? A half-hour Is a long time for an undisciplined youth to spend in solitary reflection; but John Duff did not smerge from the grove for three full hours. "Mother," said he, in a voice she had never heard before, "you may trust me now. I have found my mind." There was much craning of necks on Sunday morning as the widow walked to her pew, leaning on the arm of her son. But not even tne pastor could realize the fitness and force of one ve-'se in the Psalm for the day: "I thought on my ways, and urned ray feet unto Thy testimonies." Onr Father's World. This is our Father's world. He loves us and is watching over our lives. This is the world in whick Christ died to save us. Only our own hands can defeat the Messed purpose Gou s love. Only our unbelief can turn the divine good into evil for us. We need never be defeated; we need never fail. Whatever our sorrow, our discouragement, our defeat, our failure, there is no day when we may not look into the face of Christ and say: 'It is well." 3>i4u,uuu,uuu i<or xieaun. The cost of safeguarding the public health in the United States is now. 5140,000,000 a year, according to a statement of Walter F. Willcox, the Cornell statistician, in a lecture before the Cornell students at Utica, N. Y. Judging from the death rate, the speaker said that the public health 3eems to be improving. He further said that 104 to 106 males are born :o every 100 females, and that mr#Med people bave a lower death rate than the unmarried Against Opium Evil. China Is to take stringent measires against the opium evil. | THE GREAT DESTROYER | l nmnmrnlAl n 1 rrTC A nOTTT1 I SUilJLU ?ianiUU1U ravio nuuu* THE VICE OF INTEMPEItA. Ji OFTestimony For Pledge Signing. "Total abstinence we seek through voluntary action for the promotion ot individual virtue and of the general good."?Mark Hopkins, D. D. "Total abstinence is the surest way, all other things being equal, of attaining the highest physical, mental, moral and every other kind ol health."?Norman Kerr, M. D. / "Total abstinence from an intoxjr eating drink Is more desirable for thje country's welfare and morality than all the revenue to be derived licensing the manufacture and sale of 'so per-\ nicious a drink.' "?Emanuel Swedenborg. "If total abstinence from intoxi* eating drinks were not a wise policy for the individual, jt would be impos< | sible to show that prohibition of the liquor traffic is a wise policy for the State."?Joseph Cook. "Do you ask me to give up what to me is a lawful gratification because another man is a drunkard? Yes, if you do not need the total abstinence pledge for yourself, sign for tbe sake of those who are weak and need help."?John B. Gough. "The reform found the business world opposed to it, and by f icts and arguments the business world ha? been convinced that total abstinence is right."?John B. Finch. "For my own sake?for the sake ol others and for the glory of God, J abstain.'"?Father Mathew. ' "We esteem worthy of all commendation the noble resolve of your pious associations, by which they pledge themselves to abstain totally from every kind of intoxicating drink."?Pope Leo XIII. "The temperance pledge will be a jewel In your nature, and a talisman against temDtatlon when social customs would lead you astray."? ' George W. Bain. "To iescape the evils, arising from ( the use of Alcohol, there Is only one perfect course, namely, to abstain from alcohol altogether. No' fear need be entertained of any physical or mental harm from such abstinence. Every good may be expected from it A man or woman who abstains is healthy and safe; a man or woman who relies on alcohol is lost."?B. W Richardson, M. D. No Time For Relaxation. This is a critical time for the cause of temperance. On every hand temperance sentiment is gaining?gaining by reason of the efforts of the Anti-Saloon League; gaining through the organized Prohibition party; gaining by more thorough education of the people. Prohibition is sweeping away the saloon. Such splendid evidence as appears in The Standard this week is inspiring. But just, because the "water wagon" appears to be rolling triumphantly over the saloon power, temperance people are in danger of concluding that It runs itself. The saloons have wonderful recuperative power. Brewers, distillers and saloonkeepers will often secure the repeal of temperance legislation. The time for the expenditure of the most temperance energy often is just after a temperance victory.? The Standard. / A Boy Who Took a Stand. Abraham Lincoln always attributed much of his success in life to his temperance principles. From a boy up he meant to do right in everything, no matter what. Almost everybody drank then, but there were .temperance workers, even in those days. "Old Uncle John" was one, preaching in a log schoolhouse. One night he made his plea, but nobody responded to his invitation to come up and sign the pledge, till a tall, poorly dressed boy came forward and stooped to" write his name. There it stood alone ?there were no others. That pledge was part of his determination to live in the glory of God, and well be kept it.?Senior Quarterly, the Pilgrim Press. Testimony From Ma^ne. After a long visit in Maine, W. H. Anderson, superintendent of the AntiSaloon League of Maryland, has returned to Baltimore, firm in the be HtJl LXictl V? Lliatvjr IS OUaiDC lu mc jl hiu Tree State and that stories' to the contrary are base libels, circulated tc discredit prohibition laws. "I wai told in Portland," says Mr. Anderson, "that if I really wanted a drink I could find one, but I would have to go up back alleys, through filth and amid the slums to obtain it. This certainty does not agree with the statements that liquor can easily be obtained in Maine. During my whole stay in the State I saw only two drunken men." Eishop Thobaru's "Warning. The whole tropical world is rapidly coming under the control of nations which profess to be Christian in a high acceptance of that word. It is, in my opinion, one of the most important questions of the day, whether millions of the Eastern tropics are to be received as helpless wards, and elevated in civilization and enlightenment, or debauched and crushed by a traffic which recognizes no conscience, shows no mercy, and is . amenable only to a gospel of financial greed. Had Been Drinking. William Rose, of Gary, Ind., caused | the death of himself, wife and two j children by stopping his buggy in I rone or an interui pan cur. jxusv una been drinking, and purposely stopped bis buggy on the track as the car approached. Temperance Notes. Close up the saloon on Sunday and every other day of the week. We must teach children to reverence God's work out of doors in distinction from shutting themselves up in dens to drink.?Dr. Mary Sturge, England. Temperance work, to achieve permanency, must be supported by wise legislation, especially should education be emphasized and particularly education that will help secure enforcement of lav/s already passed.? Dr. Vogt, Norway. Certainly the Sunday saloon is not run for the honor and glory of God, but for the everlasting degradation of its patrons, many of whom, sail to relate, are composed of American working-men, whose wives and families need the money that goes over the bar to the man in the white apron. Australia's temperance work has ! been helped by giving the vote to women. Women are naturally conservative, but when they see that any institution is a menace to husband and children, in spite of conservatism they shut up that institution like a clasp knike.?Sir John Cockburr, [ Australia. , i j ?* i The Sunday^ School INTERNATIONAL LESSON COMMENTS FOR DECEMBER J.9. Review of the Lessons for the Fonrth Quarter?Golden Text: "I Have Fought a Good Figbt, I Have l' Finished My Course, I Have Kept the Faith." 2 Tim. 4:7. The lessons of this quarter again' are all about Paul, his life and his teachings. They can be profitably reviewed under two heads: The leading events in Paul's life; and, The prominent points in his characters We give here a few prominent points la his character as brought out in the lessons of the quarter: In Lesson I. We have hifi calmness and fearlessness in danger. In Lesson II. We have again his calmness in danger and also his prudence and good sense. In Lesson III. We have his dell* cate courtesy and his fearlessness and; faithfulness. In Lesson IV. We have hiB prompt obedience to divine euidance. his nn. tiring real for Christ. In Lesson V. We have his absolute fearlessness In storm and tempest and his absolute confidence in God's Word. > In Lesson VI. We have his humility and his readiness to do any kind of work for the welfare of others. In Lesson VII. We have his long, ing for human friendship and sympathy, his love for his countrymen and his faithfulness in declaring the whole i Word of God. . \ In Lesson VIII. We have his joys . in suffering for Christ and his humility. In Lesson IX. We have his sound judgment, breadth of view and love of peace. In Lesson X. We have his tact and his justice. In Lesson XI. We have his faithfulness to the end, bis hopefulness in . regard to the future, his forgiveness toward his faithless friends and his unshakable confidence in ths Lord. . ; Herald Blasts. "I shall not want," is always theflong of the soul in which there is no doubt. Whoever gives his body to be burned, and has not love, throws away his ashes. No greater mistake can be made than to make the accumulation of riches the first business of life. rne lantern mat oniy snmes wneu the sun seines will never be of any, service to those who are lost Unless we say "Out Father" in our money getting, we cannot worship God by saying it in church. Without consistent Christian life to back up the preacher, there ia no use in ringing the church' bell. The preacher who puts thought into his sermons will, sooner or later, find himself preaching to people who think. It hurts more to live a day without prayer than without bread Suppose there are hypocrites in the church, does that make your Binning any safer? The man who loves sin is a sinner, no matter how much he pays for a pew in church. ' Begin every day with this thought: What happens to-day will be what God sees is best. The Christian never has to count his cash to find out how much he tea _ to be thankful for. A cold church will soon begin to warm up when God's fire is burning in the preacher's heart. ? cfmnrr fnnoh ft# llT. iOU k IUC1 C a S3 CI UUg bVUVU U& u/ pocrisy in thanking God for th? bread and finding fault with the cook??Home Herald. - t' Our Sphere of Service. Our Lord did not give the wretche^ man whom He had found Ju'rkinj among the tombs and cured the priv^ ilege of accompanying Him. He did not send him as a missionary to som? distant city. He told him to go honw to the friends who had seen him iij bis degradation, to those who kne* bis history, and tell them what great things had been done for him. Thorn wbo receive God's blessings should not forget their obligations to those nearest them, our nrst auiy nei within the little sphere in which , move in our common daily living. Tq fill that well is our greatest privilege} and in It is enfolded our greatest blessing if we will but claim it. A Present Christ. We need not only the risen Chrisf but the returned Christ; not only th? historic Christ, nor the heavenly, bui. the spiritual, the intimate, the hu? band of the soul in its daily vigor} its daily conflict, its daily fear, it* daily joy, its daily sorrow, its dailj faith, hope, love. We need, oh! how we need, a Lord and Master, a Lovei and King of our single, inmost] shameful, precious souls, the Givei J 1V- /" -? 1 AIIK mrvct norunn qY ana lue uvai vi vui uu^jv salvation, a Conscience without duf conscience, and a Heart amidst ouj heart and its ruins and its resurrect fl<jn.?P. T. Forsyth. The Cost of Self-Respect. No one can respect himself, or hav< that sublime faith in himself, whiclj is essential to all high achievements! when he puts mean, half-heartedj 6lipshod service into what he doea< He cannot get his highest self-appro^ val until he does his level best. No man can do his best, or call out tha highest thing in him, while he ret gards his occupation as drudgery o* a bore.?Scottish Reformer. Stuay 01 jreiiagra. The National Conference on Pella* gra. in session at Charleston, ^6. C.t declared that not alone corn and the ordinary products of food made oC that cereal, but the distilled spirits of that grain, corn "licker," plays an important part in the cause of the drea^ disease pellagra. The addresses were of a technical nature largely. Mora than 300 experts attended the confer* ence. A permanent organization to be entitled the National Association for the Study and Prevention of Pellasra was nerfprtftdBrother Identifies Alleged Schlatter.' At Hastings. Neb., Hector McLean, of Brush. Col., identified the late Charles McLean "Schlatter," the "dU vine healer," as his brother. Hectoi **?"AT ~r ui. i J.V iuu.L/eau. acai u. IUC biuij ui 1115 uiuuii er's wanderings in the last thirty-five years through David McNaughton, ol Chicago. The funeral was held there for the lost brother. Against Opium Evil. China is to take stringent meas* ures against the opium evil. _ j J