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A DREAM AND ITl
^ BY REV. CTTAS
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Autnor or *"in nis aieps, n mn ??
Philip Str
CHAPTER II.
The children all cried out in surprise
and hurried into the next room. But
before relating what happened there
we will follow Mr. Hardy into the experience
he had Just after falling
asleep upon the lounge by the open fire.
It seemed to him that he stepped at
once from the room where he lay Into
a place such as he had never seen before,
where the one great idea that
filled his entire thought was the Idea
of the present moment. Spread out
before him, as if reproduced by a phonograph
and a magic lantern com
bined, was the moving panorama of
the entire world. He thought he saw
into every home, every public place of
business, every saloon and place of
amusement, every 6hop and every
farm, every place of industry, amusement
and vice upon the face of the
globe. And he thought he could bear
the world's conversation, catch Its sobs
of suffering?nay. even catch the meaning
of unspoken thoughts of the heart,
v- With that absurd rapidity peculiar to
certain dreams he fancied that over
every city on the globe was placed a
glass cover through which he could
look and through which the sounds of
the city's industry came to him. But
he thought that he ascertained that by
lifting off one of these covers he could
hear with greater distinctness the
thoughts of the inhabitants aud see all
' ' they were doing and suffering with the
most minute exactness. He looked for
the place of his own town. Barton.
There it lay in Its geographical spot on
me gioue. uuu ue luuugm iuui. uiuvcu
by an Impulse he could not resist, he
lifted off the cover and bent down to
see and hear.
^ The first thing he saw was his minister's
home. It was just after the
Sunday evening service, the one which
Mr. Hardy had thought so dull. Mr.
Jones was talking over the evening
with his wife.
"My dear." he said. "1 feel about dls^
couraged. Of what use is all our praying
and longing for the Holy Spirit
when our own church members are so
cold and unspirltual that all his influence
is destroyed? And. you know. I
made a special plea to all the members
to come out tonight, and only a handful
there! I feel like giving up the
struggle. You know I could make a
..< better living in literary work, and the
children could be better cared for
then."
"But, John, it was a bad night to get
out. You must remember that."
"But only 50 out of a church mem
bershlp of 400. most of them living
near by! It doesn't seem Just right to
me."
"Mr. Hardy was there! Did you see
him?"
"Yes: after service I went and spoke
to him. and he treated me very coldly
And yet he is the most wealthy and In
some ways the most gifted church
member we have. He could do great
unngs ror rae goou or rais commuuuy i
lrSuddenly
Mr. Hardy thought the
minister changed Into the Sunday
school superintendent, and he was
walking down the street thinking about
his classes in the school. aDd Mr. Hnr
dy thought he could hear the superln
tendent's thoughts, as If bis ear were
at a phonograph.
"It's too bad! That class of boys I
wanted Mr. Hardy to take left the
school because no one could be found
to teach them. And now Bob Wilson
has got into trouble and been arrested
for petty thieving. It will be a terrible
blow to his poor mother. Oh. why is it
that men like Mr. Hardy cannot be
made to see the importance of work In
the Sunday school'/ With bis knowl
edge of chemistry and geology he could
have reached that class of boys and in
vited them to his home, up Into his laboratory
and exercised an Influence over
them they would never outgrow. Oh!
It's a strange thing to me that men of
such possibilities do not realize their
power!"
** The superintendent passed along
ma utruu aui iu? luiij, uuu iui
Hardy, who seemed guided by some
power he could not resist and compelled
to listen whether be liked it or
not. next found himself looking into
one of the railroad shop tenements,
where the man Scoville was lying,
awaiting amputation of both feet after
* the terrible accident Scoville's wife
lay upon a ragged lounge, while Mrs.
Hardy's cook kneeled by her side and
In her native Swedish tongue tried to
comfort the poor woman. So it was
true that these two were sisters. The
man was still conscious and suffering
unspeakably. The railroad surgeon bad
been sent for, but had not arrived.
% Three or four men and their wives had
come in to do what they could. Mr.
Burns, the foreman, was among them.
One of the men spoke In a whisper to
him:
^ "Have you been to see Mr. Hardy,?"
3 CONSEQUENCES.
i. M. SHEIiDON.
ild Jesus Do?" "The Crucifixion of
ong," Etc.
"Yes. but be was at cburch. 1 left
word about the accident"
"At cburch! So even the devil sometimes
goes to cburch. What for, I wonder?
Will he be here, think V"
"Don't know." replied Mr. Burns
curtly.
"Do you mind when he"?pointing to
Scoville?"saved Mr. Hardy's life?"
"Remember It well enough; was
standing close by."
"What'U be done with the children
when Scoville goes, eh?"
"Don't know."
Just then the surgeon came In. and
preparations were rapidly made for the
operation. The last that Mr. Hardy
beard was the shriek of the poor wife
as she struggled to her feet and fell in
a fit across the floor where two of the
youngest children clung terrified to her
dress, and the father cried out, tears of
agony and despair running down bis
face. "My God. what a hell this world
Is!"
The next scene was a room where
everything appeared confused at first,
but finally grew more distinct and terrible
in Its significance, and the first
person Mr. Hardy recognized was his
oldest boy, George. In company with a
group of young men engaged in?what!
He rubbed his eyes and stared painfully.
Yes; they were gambling. So here
woe erhcrp Gpnrpp snent all his monev
and Bessie's too! Nothing that the
miserable father had seen so far cut
him to the quick quite so sharply as
this. He bad prided himself on bis
own freedom from vices and bad an
honest horror of them, for Mr. Hardy
was not a monster of Iniquity, only an
Intensely selfish man. Gambling, drinking,
impurity?all the physical viceswere
to Mr. Hardy the lowest degradation.
The thought that his own son had
fallen into this pit was terrible to him.
But he was compelled to look and listen.
All the young men were smoking,
and beer and wine stood on a buifet at
one side of the room and were plentifully
partaken of.
"I say, George." said a very flashily
dressed youth who was smoking that
invention of the devil, a cigarette,
"your old man would rub his eyes to
see you here, eh?"
"Well, I should remark he would."
replied George as he shuffled the cards
and then helped himself to a- drink.
"I say, George." said the first speaker.
"your sister Bess is getting to be a
beauty. Introduce me. will you?"
"No, 1 won't." said George shortly.
He had been losing all the evening, and
he felt nervous nud irritable.
"Ah! We are too bad. eh?"
George made some fierce reply, and
the other fellow struck him. Instantly
George spraug to his feet, and a fight
took place. Mr. Hardy could not bear
it any longer. He thought he broke
away from the scene by the exercise
of a great determination and next
fouud himself looking Into his own
home. It seemed to him it was au evening
when he and all the children had
gone out, aud Mrs. Hardy sat alone,
looking into the tire as she had been
lnnkinir before he fell aslooD. She was
thinking, and her thoughts were like
burning coals as they fell into .Mr.
Hardy's heart and scorched him as not
any scene, not even the last, had done.
"My husband!" Mrs. Hardy was saying
to herself. "IIow long it is since
I he gave me a caress, kissed me when
[ he went to his work or laid his hand
lovingly on my cheek as he used to do!
' How brave and handsome and good 1
| used to think him in the old Vermont
days when we were struggling for our
little home and his best thought was of
the home and of the wile! But the
years have changed him! Oh, yes;
they have changed him bitterly! 1
wonder if he realizes my hunger for
his affection! Of what value to me are
all these baubles wealth brings compared
with a loving look, a tender
smile, an affectionate caress?
"Oh. Robert, Robert! Come back to
me, for 1 am so lonely, so lonely!
Would to God all our riches might be
taken from us and all our position in
society be lost to us, for 1 am fast losing
my love for him who is my husband!
Great and long suffering and
forgiving God, help me! I feel wicked
sometimes. I cannot bear this kind of
a life. It is killing me. It is robbing
me of all that life contains that is
sweet and true. Oh, Father of Mercies,
for Jesus' sake do not let me grow
| insane or without belief! Oh. Robert,
Robert, my lover, my nusoanu. i win;
I will love you!" And Mrs. Hardy fell
on ber knees by the side of the coueh
and buried her face in its cushions and
sobbed and prayed.
Suddenly the whole scene changed,
and Mr. Ilardy, who had stretched out
his arms to comfort his wife as In the
old days when love was young, felt
himself carried by an irresistible power
up awny from the earth, past the
jtars and ulanets and suns and satel
lites that blazed like gems In space; on,
on, for what seemed to hlra like ages
of time, until even the thought of time
grew indistinct; on and up and into
the presence of the most mighty Face
he had ever looked Into. It was the
Face of Eternity. On Its brow was
written in words of blazing light the
one word "Now." And as he looked
Into that calm, awful Face and read
that awful word Mr. Hardy felt his
soul crumble within him. When the
Face spoke. It was the speech of a
thousand oceans heaved by a million
tempests, yet through the terror of it
ran a thread of music?a still sweet
sound like everlasting love?as If
angels sang somewhere a divine accompaniment
And the Face said:
"Child of humanity, you have neglected
and despised me for 50 years.
" ?? 1 * born
iou uiive uvuu iut fuurscu. *uu uu<^
been careless and thoughtless of the
world's great needs. The time of your
redemption is short It has been granted
you by him who rules the world
that you should have but seven more
days to live upon the earth?seven days
to help redeem your soul from everlasting
shame and death. Mortal, see
to It that thou usest the precious time
like those who toil for Jewels in the
mine beneath the sea. I who speak unto
thee am Eternity."
Then Robert Hardy thought he fell
upon his face before that awful Face
and begged In bitterest terror for a
longer lease of life.
"Seven days! Why. It will be but
seven swift seconds to redeem my
past! Seven days! It will be a nothing
In the marking of time! 0 mighty Power,
grant me longer! Seven weeks!
Seven years! And I will live for thee
as never mortal yet lived!"
And Robert Hardy sobbed and held
his arms beseechingly up toward that
most resplendent Face. And as he thus
stretched out his arms the Face bent
down toward his, and he thought a
smile of pity gleamed upon It, and he
hoped that more time would be granted
him; and then, as It came nearer, he
suddenly awoko, and there was his
own wife bending over him. and a tear
from her face fell upon his own as she
said:
"Robert! Robert!"
Mr. Hardy sat up confused and trembling.
Then he clasped his wife to him
and kissed her as be used to do. And
then to her great amazement he related
to her in a low tone the dream he had
Just had. Mrs. Hardy listened in the
* rut
ID US I uuuiaguiacu aoivuiouuivuu
what followed filled her heart with
fear.
"Mary." said her husband with the
utmost solemnity. "1 cannot regard
this as n dream alone. 1 have awakened
with the firm conviction that I
have only seven days left to live. I
feel that God has spoken to me, and 1
have only seven days more to do my
work In tills world."
"Oh. Robert, it was only a dream!"
"No; it was more. Mary. You know
I am not imaginative or superstitious
in the least. You know I never dream.
And this was something else. I shall
die out of u<x. world a week from tonight
Are tne children here? Call
them in."
Mr. Hardy spoke in a tone of such
calm conviction that Mrs. Hardy was
filled with wonder and fear. She wont
to the curtain, and, as we have already
recorded, she called the children into
the other boom.
Mr. Hardy gazed upon his children
with a look they had not seen upon his
face for years. Rrlefly but calmly lie
related his experience, omitting the deTherc
was his own wife bending over him.
tails of the vision and all mention of
the scene where George had appeared.
and then declared with a solemnity
and Im press! veness that could not be
resisted:
"My dear children, I have not lived
as I should. I have not been to you
the father I ought to have been. I
have lived a very selfish, useless life.
I have only seven more days to live.
God has spokeu to me. I am"?
I He broke off suddenly, and. sobbing
as only a strong man can, he drew his
wife toward him and caressed her,
while Bess crept up and put her arms
about her father's neck.
The terrible suspicion shot into Mrs.
Hardy's mind that her husband was Insane.
The children were terrified. Only
Alice seemed to catch the reflection
of her mother's thought. At the same
time Mr. Hardy seemed to feel the suspicion
held by them.
"No," he said as if In answer to a
spoken charge, "I am not Insane. 1
never was more calm. I am in possession
of all my faculties. But I have
looked into the Face of Eternity this
night, and I know, I know, that In
seven days God will require my soul.
Mary," he turned to his wife with the
most beseeching cry, "Mary, do you believe
me?"
She looked Into her husband's face
and saw there the old look. Reason,
the noblest of all gifts, shone out of
that uoble face, now lighted up with
the old love and standing on the brink
of the other world. And Mrs. Hardy,
looking her husband in the face, replied:
"Yes. Robert: I believe you. You
may be mistaken In this impression
about the time left you to live, but you
are not insane."
"O God, I thank thee fof that!" cried
MtyHardy.
Often during the most remarkable
week he ever lived Mr. Hardy reposed
in that Implicit belief of his wife In his
sanity.
There was a pause. Then Mr. Hardy
asked George to bring the Bible. He
thdto read from John's gospel that
matchless prayer of Christ In the seventeenth
chapter, and then kneeling
down he prayed as he had never pray- |
ed before that !n the week allotted him
to live he might know how to bless the
world and serve his Master best. And
when he arose and looked about upon
his^wife and children It was with the
loofi of one who has been Into the very
presence chamber of the only living
God. At the same moment, so fast had
the time gone In the excitement, the
clock upon the mantel struck the hour
of midnight, and the first of Robert
Hardy's seven days had begun.
TO BR CONTINUED.
Ptetttlaitwu? grading.
THE BOER PEACE DELEWATES.
Who They Are and Why They Come to the
United Stat? 8.
By J. A. Von Stoffein.
The coming of the Boer peace delegates
to this country brings vividly before
the people of the United States
the South African situation. They
bring, as It were, the war to our very
doors and naturally there is great public
interest concerning them and their
movements. The delegation is composed
of prominent Boers who have
been selected with much care for this
Important mission.
The president of the commission is
the Hon. Abraham Fischer. The
Transvaal representative is Mr. J. M.
A. Wolmaraus. The representative o
the Orange Free State is Mr. C. H.
Wessels, who is president of the volksraad
of that republic. The secretary
of the commission is Mr. G. M. de
Bruyn. All of these are gentlemen of
nigh character and fine mental equipment
They look and talk as much like
statesmen as any of our senators, and,
as far as appearances go, could creditably
represent any nation.
Mr. Wolraarans Is a son of one of the '
representatives of the Transvaal state
at the convention in 1S32. when the independence
of the republic was recognized
by England. In ftSl Mr. Wol
marans was msirici eouwiiauuiw ui miburgher
force. At the time of his ap
pointment as peace envoy, he was a
member of the executive council of the
South African Republic and one of the
republic's prominent and able men.
Mr. Fischer is a lawyer. He was
born in Cape Colony, educated In EngC.
H. WESSELS.
land and graduated there as a barrister
at law. Subsequently he took a
full course in Dutch law In Holland.
He practiced his profession in Cape
Colony and later removed to Bloemfontein,
where he has been a constant
friend of the Boers and has gained
their complete confidence. He was a
representative of one of the election
districts and was finally elected a member
of the executive council of the
Orange Free State, and during the administration
of President Steyn was
oue of the most trusted officers In matters
relative to the present war.
Hon. C. II. Wessels was bom In the
Orange Free State and was educated
at Gray college in Bloemfontein. lie
has been for the last 10 years a representative
!u one of the border election
districts close to Kimberley. He has
served long as a member of the executive
council until he was elected chairman
of the Orange Free State volksraad.
which office he has held for three
consecutive terms.
Mr. Wessels is one of the directors
of the National bank of the Orange
Free State, and has served on every
Important committee in the republic,
Including the commission on war in
the present conflict.
The purpose of these commissioners
In visiting us just at this time has been
clearly defined by Mr. Fischer, who in
a recent statement saiu; ue i-uuiu iu
America to appeal to the government
and people of the United States for
their assistance to try to restore peace
In South Africa. Our aim Is to Induce
the nations to apply the principles
enunciated at the peace conference;
consequently, having concluded our visIt_io
the Netherlands, we considered
mat we could not do nerter man to proceed
Immediately to that people who a
century ago passed successfully through a
the ordeal which we are now undergoing.
They fought in defense of their
Just rights and to obtain their free- .
dom. That, and that alone, Is our ob- 1
Ject Where calumny and misrepre- c
sentatlon have preceded us we come t
prepared to make the troth known, c
trusting that our appeal to the freS
people of our great sister republic will r
not be In vain. We do not apply to j
one party or to me other. We apply to i
I
MESSRS. WOLMARAN8 AND FISCHER. J
the American people in its vast entire- i
ty, constituting today the greatest i
peace factor in the world, which only t
awaits its lead to unanimously declare i
that this useless bloodshed shall and 1
must cease." i
While In this country the co'mmls- 1
sloDers will be the guests of the Na- >
tlonal Boer Relief Fund association, j
and the tour of the country which they t
are to make will be conducted under i
the auspiceb of this organization. I
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THE MOSQUITO ON TRIAL.
British Government to Ascertain Whether
He Is the Canse of Malaria. I
The British colonial department t
is making a most interesting and j
unique experiment. It is sending two (
men to the Roman Campagna, Italy, ,
which has the reputation of having the
most deadly climate of any spot on
earth. No one can stay there for any (
mm1
OB. L. W. SAilBO.V. <
length of time without contracting ma- 1
laria. It is believed that a certain kind 1
of mosquito which Infests the Campagna
causes the malaria. The two
Englishmen will live on the Campagna 1
thoroughly guarded from mosquito '
bites. If they come back alive, it j
will be known that the Insects alone ^
are responsible for the deadliness of '
the place. Then science will have a '
cure for malaria.
The plan was suggested by Dr. Pat- 1
rick Manson, medical adviser to the
colonial office, the man who first laid 1
at the door of the mosquito the charge ^
of killing off by malarial fever more 1
of the world's population every year
than cholera or bubonic plague or any (
of the other scourges except consump- '
tion. 1
The Loudon School of Tropical Med
Icine, recently established by the colo- I
nlal office, furnished two volunteers for <
the experiment. These men are Dr. 1
L. W. Sambon and Dr. Lowe. They <
have taken with them a mosquito proof
house in which to live, and at all times i
' * " " * ^ .?*/? MMAA#
tney win po nuoui 111 musijuuu piwi
garb. If they can fasten the malaria ^
plague on the mosquito by surviving,
they will feel satisfied that they have |
done mankind an Important service. 1
If they contract malaria in spite of !
their precautions, then they will beg
the mosqultors pardon and try to re- 1
oover. (
, r . I
The Parrot Turned Brown. 1
Long hail the wife of a poor Wash- *
ington clerk heen yearning for the pos- J
session of a green parrot. t
At last a flue specimen was obtained <
for $10. It was delivered in the morn- t
Ing. aud It came to pass that a new i
servant from the depths of the country
opened the door to the delivery 1
boy. Iler mistress was out; there was ]
not a soul to Instruct her in the code
of ethics as applied to parrots. ^
"Is It for the table?" she asked.
"Without doubt." was the wicked re
piy. ,
Whereupon the parrot was dispatched
at once, plucked, trussed and put
Into the oven. He was just turning
a beautiful brown when the mistress
of the establishment returned, and that
same evening the little servant from
the country was back among the ducks
and drakes of her own village green a
wiser and .sadder girl.?Washington
Times.
?
JEW &KUttG.K Aft&liUUi Ei9.
torles That the Transvaalers tell of tflelr
President.
The London Daily News's Australan
correspondent sends home some
jharacteristic Kruger anecdotes, which
le heard while a prisoner in the hands
>f the Boers:
"At one time he was very fond of
iding on horseback, as nearly all
3oers are. Once when out for a ride
ie met an old woman hobbling along
vith a bundle. She looked at the
2 *-11 .*1 1
trapping young iciiuw intuor wiowuiy,
as if Bhe envied him his comforable
seat on the saddle. He passed
ler, then looking over bis shoulder,
joticed that the old dame hung her
lead wearily as she plodded along belind
him. He reigned up his horse,
umped down, and without ceremony
ifted the old woman, bundle and all
nto bis saddle. Then taking the
lorse by the bridle, led the animal
:arefully onward toward his own farm,
fust before arriving tbere the old wonan
said : 'May God be good to you
or your kindness to one so old
ind helpless. There are not many
vho would do as you have done. If
[ had been young and comely, as I once
vas, I could understand it.' 'If you
lad been young and comely I should
lot have dared to do it, said he, with
ust a suspicion of laughter in his bardlet
eyes. 'Not dared,' she said, 'and
why ; should I, then, have eaten you V
You might not,'said he, with a low
chuckle, 'but,' pointing to his wife, who
Evas standing smiling on the stoop, 'I
:bink she would have.'
"On another occasion he was out on a
love expedition, but found that another
young man had arrived there before
bim. The other suitor was a bit of
i coxcomb, as coxcombs go on the
veldt. He bad a showy horse aDd a
gorgeous saddle and a new suit of
clothes fresh from the kawker's van,
ind when Paul Kruger arrived on his
rough hut useful borse with saddle to
match and clothiog home-made to
suit the outfi1, the other chap passed
some remarks which caused the lust of ,
1? ?'- ? on/1 otrAnnr in*
LIB I lie IU OUIgr up gwu nuu m.iuug m
Ibe future president's blood ; but the
maiden, who bad the shrewd sense to
ituow the difference between a mule
and a man, made bim promise not-.to
lay a band on the other fellow, because
lie was not worth the bother tbat would
be certain to follow such a blow as
young Paul Kruger was sure to give.
The dude somehow got an idea tbat
Kruger had promised the damsel be
would not strike bim, as even in those
Jays, Paul was noted for bis love of
the trutb, be thought be might very
?afely venture to be rude, so, climbing
into bis saddle be bred off an unbearable
lot of insolence right in tbe
young man's teeth. Paul stood it until
human nature could stand no more.
Drawing back until be got tbe full
force of bis giant strength well behind
(he blow, he lasbed out and caught
the horse behind the ear. The brute
staggered from tbe shock, as if a secjnd-class
earthquake had risen up and
mitten it, then fell b it on its bank,
freaking the rider's leg in the fall.
Ob, Paul, Paul!' cried the girl, 'you
promised me you would not hit him,
ao matter what he said.' 'That is so,
iear, said the young veldsman, with a
twinkle in bis eyes, and I kept my
word to the letter, for I didn't say I
wouldn't hit bis horse."
"When he was in London an English
friend offered to show him the
lights of the modern Babylon. Oom
Paul fell in within tbe idea, and tbe
Briton gathered him in to see a ballet
show, thinking to get some fun out of
lis shocked feelings; but Oom sat and
watched the whole show with evident
nterest.
"'What do you think of the girls:
lice and fresh, ain't they?' said tbe
Briton, with a sly wink at the old pat iHrrh.
" 'The paint's fresh enough, I don't
ioubt,' came the reply, through a
:loud of smoke; but I'd raiber have
lie old shoes of the one I left behind
u Africa than I'd have all the women
you've got in England, on the 9tage or
iff it. She was good enough for me
*hen she va9 young, and she's good
mough for me now.' "
Burglar Captured.
Spartanburg correspondent of the
Sreenville News. The Spartan mill
store was entered at night receutly.
Some of the clerks were convinced
'urly in the morning that some one had
>een moving goods out during the
tight. They said little and watched
jarefully. Last night some of them
emained in the store and during the
light they caught their man. He had
;ntered by unlocking one of the doors.
Se had a key that perhaps belonged to
he door, having clerked for Mr.
Dbristman before be sold bis store to
be mill company. His name is Biship
and be is a native of this county.
Fhe affair is a great surprise to bis
riends for he was considered a good
,roung man.
The state board of medical examin rs,
together with the branch on which
hey are examining, are: Dr. Steph;ns,
of Blackville, on surgery ; Dr.
3rodie, of Charleston, physiology; Dr.
.Vapier, of Blenbieim, on meteria medca
and therapeutics; Dr. Baker, of
Sumter, chemistry and toxicology; Dr.
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