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Anemone. What have I done for thee, Thou dear anemone, That thou shouldst yield to ne Thy whole fear's dower? What cloudy days and-blue, What night: of star and dew, We both have traveled through To greet this hour! After thv winter's sleep Iknow how thou didst cieep Up stairways dark at steep To mee; the sprnDg. I know how thou didst go Through sodden leaves and snow A way thou didst not know Unquestioning. I too have cimbed and crept, Up rugged paths have stept, And on stone pillows slept Many a night; Like thee, from clod to clod Blindfolded, I have trod, Often alone, save God Seeking the light. Brief too, like thine, my hour, Poor amethystine flower! For see! thy petals shower The sunset air. 1 too shall fade, and then My soul shall bloom again; But, flower, I know not when 1 know not where. A PATCHWORK QUILT. Higgibsville was very sure that Rob Redwood and Charity Meadows would make a match of it if they could keep from falling out with each other long enough at a time. But Charity was pretty and liked to flirt-at least Bob thought she did and Bob was jealous, especially, of Jake Hargood. "I don't care for him, Bob," Chari ty said once, glancing up at him, with soft depreciation, from under her curled brown lashes. "Then tell him so," said blunt Rob. "What a big silly you are. Rob: she answered. "He might say I better wait till he asked me to care. The time to refuse anythoig is when it is offered." But Rob shook his head, and failed to see the logic of this. "Better let him know before he does ask," he said, sagely. Notwithstanding this good advice, Miss Charity very reprehensively went buggy-riding that same evening with Jake Hargood. But as she tied on her hat and smiled at the pretty vision of blue eyes, corn-silk curls and baby pinkness in the looking glass, the thought of Rob did come up and trouble her peace and her conscience. "He's a dear boy," said she, "and it's too bad to be treacherous to him; but it shall be the last time. After this eveninoI'll reform right straight." But the "last time" often proves the fatal one time too many. Rob saw them as he was driving up the cows from pasture, went home in a rage, and did not go near Charity that week. "Reckon you're about to lose ver beau, Charity." said Aunt Hulda Pitcher, who dropped in one day to borrow a yeast cake. "I hear tell how Rob Redwood is going off to the Injies or some sich furrin place, to stay with a uncle." "Lawsy !" said good Mrs. Meadows, concernedly. "I hope not. That's awful hot land. He'll get plum scorched up yaller'!" "Oh, I reckon he won't stand no chance of that." replied Aunt Hulda, cheerfully. "Betwixt the wild ani miles and the savages, he'll git eat be fore he gits scorched." Anything at all "f'urrin" necessarily embraced cannibals and wild beasts in Aunt Hulda's mind. "I don't believe it!"' said Charity, to herself. "I don't think Rob would make up his mind to go off there with out letting me know about it." But the next day Rob's mother was over. Charity saw her from a window where she was sitting, busily engaged in putting squares of patchwork- to gether with blocks of pink and white muslin for a quilt. She was going to have a quilting the next day, and had not quite finished her own work on it; so she did not go down stairs now, but she could hear the conversation on the porch below. "This here they're a-tellin about Rob a-g'oin' off to the Injies ain't true, .is it?" M.rs. Meadows asked, as she set out the big cushioned rocker for her visitor. "Yes, shouldn't wonder if it was," returned Mrs. Redwood, shaking her black sunbonnet dolefully. "His U~n cle 'Li'ah, he got rich out there, and wants him to come mighty bad, and he ain't plum made up his mind, but h~e's a-studyin' about it considera ble." "Shucks! I hate to see him a-goin' off there. He'll get baked to a crisp. I 'low to tefi him so. I s'pose him and Tillie'll be over to Charity's party to-morrow?" -'Tillie will," replied Mrs. Redwood. "I do'no whether Rob will or not. He says maybe he might and maybe he mightn't. It'd depend on circum stances" "Now, that's too bad of Rob," said Charity, dropping her head on the window sill and brushingaway a sud den tear with a square of patchwork, "when he's went and stayed away so long already. He's just right cruel to me! But if he don't want to come to my pary he needn't, and I'll dance with J'ake Hargood till I drop on the floor." According to the Higginsville eti quette regulating _quiltings, the ladies usually assemble in the morning, and on the principle of duty before pleas ure, devote themselves wholly to the task of getting the quilt done. By the time that is accomplished. the young men begin to drop in, and so continue to do until dark, when "the fiddler" arrives, and the granad fun of the occasion commences. The morning' of the quiltinog while Miss Tillie Redwood was embelilishing her charms as beiitted the occasion, her brother Rob sought the privacy of the smoke-house. there to address himself to the business of writing a note to Charity. After an hour's hard work he wiped his perspiring brow and surveyed the followmng: "DEAR CliARITY: I want every thing to be settled tonight for good and all. If you care for me more than .for Jake Hargood, and will drop hint and set our wedding day, send word by Jimmy Tibbs before night, and.I'll come to your dance too happy to htve, for you don't know how good I love you. If you're ondecided-like and want to stick to Jake, don't send no word nor look for me. I'll go to the Indies, and I don't keer if I scorch and all s'rivel up and die. "our loving R on. "P. S.-Please send Jimmy quick if it's yes. I'm awful narrous-like." 'Look-a-here, Tillie," said Rob, waylaying his sister at the gate as she was setting out for the festal gather ing, 'you give this hiera note to Char ity, but not till you find her alone. You hearr' 'I hear," said Tillie, securing the note in her blue-b'ordered handker chief, which she tucked through her belt, "and all right: -Charity, in morning costumtie of pingk gingham, and several other young ladies were on their knees on the sit tino-room carpet. sprIeading layers of wh~te cotton on tim lining of the quilt when Tillie arrived. "'It't a scandal I didn't have it all ready," apologized Charity. "There's been such piles to do. We're all ready now for the top. Tillie, we'll get von to help us spread it on. "It's awful hot," said Tillie, pulling out her handkerchief, forgetful for the moment of its contents, and wip ing her round face, which her walk had heated. Charity brought forth the gorgeous hued patch-work of her quilt. "How pretty that basket pattern is said Tillie. "I'm a-making the mouse chase pattern." And then the top was spreap on, and no one saw anything in the cotton that did not belong there. But an hour after, when Tillie found Charity alone, and prepared to fulfill her brother's behest, she found no note in her handkerchief, and no ideas in her head as to what could have become of it. HIunting for it was i vain. "Oh, dear:" sobbed Tillie, 'Rob'll be so mad. I daren't tell him I lost it. Tillie Redwood was one of that nu merous class of feimiiiiie cowards who will stoop to deceit, subterfuge, or even lies, rather than encounter the just wrath of any dark-browed lord of creation for av sin or blunder com mitted against him. "Anyhow." she quieted her con science with, "if it was so awful im portant he can come over and tell her himself. And if he finds out she didn't get it, I'll go home with Jenny Hicks and stay till they've fixed it all right, and by that time he won't care." And so Rob waited in vain for .l immv Tibbs-Farmer Meadows's chore boy-whose tow head and freck les he would have hailed as a welcome vision thatday. He cherished a feeble hope until after dark. "It's just possible," he said, loth to resign himself to his doom, "that Til lie forgot to give her the note, or something. 1'l1 step in there for a minute. and I'll know mighty quick by the looks how things air. So Rob stepped in, and ran against Tillie in the passage way. on her way to the kitchen. He cluthed her by the arm. "Tillie," said he, "did you give it to her?: And Tillie laid up future worry for herself by telling a flat fib, as the only way of dodging an immediate scold "Did she say anyth ing:- queried Rob. anxiously. "No: Let go, Rob:" said Tillie, twisting her arm away and darting off. The door of the dancing room swung open. and Rob could see in. A quad- . rille was in progress. in which Charity -having concluded that he was not' coming-was dancing spiritedly with Jake Hargood. A couple of young fellows arriving at that moment swept Rob into the room, and the swinging door concealed him. Jake and Charity were not far away, but had their backs toward him. "They say Rob Redwood's goin' off to furrin parts," said some one in the pause of the dance. "Is that so, Charity?" "I s'uppose it is," replied Charity, coolly. Rob slipped from the shadow of the door and walked out unobserved. "Rob Redwood's gone to the In dies." was the news Charity heard two days later. It was Aunt Hulda Pitcher whio brought it. " For a whole year." she addea. "His uncle made him promise to stay that long, if he come at all, an' I reckon he will." "A year-a whole yearl'" wvent echo ing through Charity's head. How would'-the world seem without' any Rob Redwood for a whole year twelve months-three hundred and sixty-five days? She went into a brown study over the matter, while her mother and Aunt Hulda talked on indifferently about the fall soap making, preserv ing quilt-piecein2', etc. "I'r got a awful nice new pattern of a quilt," Aunt Hulda was saying. "Hit's called the Calendar-takes three hundred and sixty-five squares to make it. Better sen' an' git the pattern, Charity." "Maybe I will," answered Charity. "Rob don't care for me-not a bit, said Charity, that night. "He woldn't have gone ~off this way if he did. And I'll be a fool if I don't marry Jake Hargood if he asks me. But then,'' she added, half i'uefully, "I always was a fool?' In proof of which she flatly refused Jake Hargood when lie did ask her. And she borrowed Aunt Hulda's quilt pattern, and straightway set to work pieceing her "Calendar" quilt, making only one square a day, and remarking to herself as she finished each One: " One day less to wait. Not," she added, shaking her head, dismally, "that it'll do me any good when the time is up. If lie didn't care for me then, he won't now, But it'll be a comfort to knowv it when lie's home ~There were several squares yet to be pieced before the quilt would be fin shed, when word came to the Red woods that Rob would be home in three days. "Just' the day of that quilting last year," said Charity, all ini a nervous flutter. "I'll hurry andI finish this right off and have a quilting the very same time; and maybe RobIl come to this one." She got out her invitations in a tre mendous hurry, pressed Aunt Hiuldai into immediate service to get the re quisite amount of cooking (lone for the occasion, and devoted herself to the finishing of'her quilt. " Rob'll be home to-morrow mor ing, sure," said Tillie, who had run over the day before the quilting to render Charity what assistance sac might. "We'had a telegram. Un-t cle's coming, too, to start an estab lishment here and take Rob inito pait nership. He'll be awful rich-Why Charity Meadows, what are you rip ping up that lovely basket quilt for? " Have to," answered Char'ity. 'to get the cotton for my ne w quilt. The store was plum Out, and wouldn't get any before next week: and besides. I never could bear the sight of this quilt. I wanted to get rid of it-- Look a-here, Tillie, how do you reckon a letter got inside of it? Why, it's sealed, and it's for me, an- Oh. Tillie, it's fronm Rob, as sure as you live: Charity tore it open ith breatbjiess eagerness, while Tilhie looked onl, scar let and apprehensive. "Charity?- said she, "it must 'a fell out of my handkerchief that day when we was p)utting on thle top of the quilt. Rob (lid give it to me for ou, but I lost it. and didn'it want to tell you nor himni: and I didn't s'pose it wo>uld make a sight of ditference. "It's kept Rob and me apart for a wole year." said Charity, alnost breaking into a sob. "Oh,'' said Tillie, remorsftilly, "I never 'sposed 't was thiat I-I thought twas your !lirting with Jake Ilargood did th~e harm, an' dancin' so hard with him that night. Rob was there, and seen it: butJ he say ed afterward I shouldn't tell lie wais there. An' 1 ust 'lo'.ed aill along 'twas Jake made unim get man an' o oil. I s'pose, added Tihhie. faintly, as Charity i'ead her note again, w'ith dewy eves and flashed. diinpled echeeks, ''that Rob's "I reckon he has!" said Charity, in a tone that left no room for doubt. And so. the next afternoon, Rob Relwood, smoking his pipe on the porch of his ancestral halls, was startled by the vision he had looked so eagerly and so vainly that day a year ago-eadf .imy Tibbs, freckled and tow-headed as of yore. scrambling over the fence and making toward him. flourishing a note. "Good land:" quoth Mrs. lRodwood. as she looked out of the window, siortiv afterward. "Whatever's the matter with Rb lHis a-dancin' round there on the porch like as if he was a plum idi't. Charity's quilting was a brilliant success this time, as frr as she and Rob were concerned: and they never fell out again -at least not before they were married. And of all her house keeping outfit. Charity most prizes her Calendar quilt. --Saturday Night. WITH GREAT GUNS. Correspondence Between Secretary her hert andl Adjutant General Vatts. COLUMnA., S. C., July 2.-The State naval militia, that long neglected arm of local defense, seems to be in great demand and favor just now. It was recently inspected by the Assist ant Secretary of the Navy, and now it will have a chance to practice target shooting with big naval guns. The following correspondence will explain itself and give all the neces sary information in the matter: Navy Department. Washington. 1). C., June 28th. His Excellency. Governor John Gary Evans. Columbia, S. C. Sir: 'The department intends if pos sible to send a war vessel to Charles ton, S. C., for the purpose of affording the naval militia of your State an op portunity for target practice with great guns. In order that the depart ment may be able to carry out this in tention if the ships should be available it is necessary to know definitely the most convenient time for the State forces to drill on board the ship for two or three days. The dates should be stated accurately. When this in formation is received instructions will be sent to the rear admiral command ing the naval force-s on the North At lantic station to confer with the State author:ities, and. if possible, carry out the =Dans for the instructions of the naval mititia. 1: beini impossible to ten'orariv trasfer to a re.iving any of th? reglar crew of theves 3l the naval miitii will be taken on buard for drill duringr the day only I ";rl.= landd at nig itfall. lai this conrection the department wish ;-s to rcne)at that the forces will be ! expected to fui': ah their ownr mess gear. liashions will bn issued if de sired at t::e usual cost, not to exceed thirty cents per day per rran. An im mediate reply is reqzrsted. Very respectfully, H. A. HEtBERT. Secretary. Hon. I. A. Herbert. Secretary of Navy. Washington, D. C. Columbia, S. C., July 1st. Sir: Your communication of the 28th to Governor Evans has just been re ferred to this oflice. In reply. I will state that from 22nd to 27th of July. inclusive, will be time most suitable for the naval militia to go on board ship. Hoping you will be able to give us these dates, I am very respectfuly, your obedient servant. J. G~nr WATTS, A. and I. G. Favorable Trade Conditions. NEW XoRK, July 5.-Bradstreet's to morrow will say: There are 197 busi ness failures reported throughout the United States this week, as compared with 215 last week, 164 in the first week of July, 1S94: 319 in 18f03, and 132 in the like week of 1892. The total business failures in the Dominion of Canada number twenty-five this week against twenty-eight last week, thirty nine in the week one year ago, and twenty-six two years ago. Notwithstanding the week is broken by a holiday, favorable trade condi tions heretofore reported continue to exercise a pronounced influence, prom inently general advances in prices of' staples and of wages of industrial em ployees. The extent of the voluntary advances in wages reported within a month or two has outgrown the re sources of voluntary statistical bu reaus which have endeavored to keep track of them, latest advices being that more than 1,000,000 industrial workers have received an advance averaging about 10 per cent. The upward tendency in prices, while not as marked as a month ago, is still striking because of additional advances, those of lumber, tin plate and print cloths being new. Cotton goods are firm generally on the late advance in raw cotton, although some varieties are quiet at this, the mid sutimer season. Fancy prints are ac tive for fall delivery. Wool, which was late in starting in the race for higher quotations, is quoted at another advance for South American and Au straian varieties. Prices at London sales are up 10 or 15 points, which having been more than discounted here, induces the tradle to anticipate reactioii unless London quotations ad vance further-. Cotton also is higher, as is leather, following which we have a repetition of the announcement made each week for more than a month, that quotations for pig iron and steel billets have advanced. To this must be added a simiilar statement in respect to bar iron.I Among the list of staples for which prices ai-e lower, are flour, wheat, corn and oats, in all instances the outcome of reports of improved corp conditions. Pork and lard are also lower, as arel potatoes and uUer. Nc ~m ait'al irnpr)ramentis reportedI fromn the M~Lti. r. ins continuing to be danaging to :graiuiturz'l init.rests and the cheek '-f ibusinescs in Te'xas whit a: South Atlntic a&nd Gulf S:t ue cities te quiet miovemient of staple goo~ds -and fair or unsatisfactory colledtions of tI : pe monith oir two continue. But advices fromi ne-arly all cities re por)ited aippear to agree that whmzale dealers inx neuriy all in es are gre'atiy encoui'red- as to th~e outlook for busi ness duringfl the autuuin, belIievingr that the demnand will be graatiy stima lated by th.e very general, anid, as it is now believed. permaniiient imprluove ment in prices. Lend Your Aid. Thle Augusta Chronicle of yesterday contained the following. " Among the exc arsioniists to the city yesterday was MIr. J. 1B. Ward of Phoenix, Ab beville county, S. C., who camne to Augusta in the hope of finding his son and to get the Chronicle's assist ance iin finding the young man. The missing vouing mnan~ is Jamies Luther Ward. 'ie left homie Friday night. June 2s. Ie is Id years old, nearly six feet highm and weighs about 140 pountds, but hie looks miore like a outh of 18 or 2o. He has light com plelxionl. auburn hair and keen brown eves, Hie has received a good educa tion,. but hais beeni raised on the fanrn al his life, and has been partictularly anxious to embark in the railroad bus ness. Hie carried with him a gr-ay anid a blue sait of clothes. Mr. War-d is vei-v anxious for news fr-omi his missing boy, and requests the assistance of othiei papers in Geor giat and South Caroiina ia notifying the p)ublic. so that anyone knowing his whereabouts can. ommuniente with him" GATES TO PERDITION. HOW THEY SWING IN TO GIVE EN T RACED TO THE DOOMED. Lev. Dr. Talma;ge on Impure Li':erature. the Dinolute Nance, Indiscreet Attire and Alcohollc Iteverage--Great Evils of '.oclety--God's Infinite Mercy. N Ew Yo xK, June 3.-In his sermon for today )r. Talmage chose a mo mentous and awful topic, "The Gates of Hell," the text selected being the familiar passage in Matthew xvi. 1, "The gates of hell shall not prevail against it. Entraced, until we could endure no more of the splendor. we often gazed at the shining gates, the gates of pearl, the the gatesof heaven. But we are for awhile to look in the opposite direc tion and see, swinging open and shut, the gates of hell. I remember, when the Franco-Prus sian war was going on, that I stood one day in parris looking at the gates of the Tuileries, and I was so absorbed in the sculpturing at the top of the gates---the masonry and the bronze that I forgot myself, and after awhile, looking down. I saw that there were olicers of the law scrutinzing me, sup posing no doubt I was a German and looking at those gates for adverse pur poses. But, my friends, we shall not stand looking at the outside of the gates of hell. In this sermon I shall tell you of both sides, and I shall tell you what those gates are made of. With the hammer of God's truth I shall pound on the bazen panels, and with the lantern of God's truth I shall flash a light upon the shining hinges. Gate the Frst.--Impure literature. Anthony Comstock seized 20 tons of bad books. plates and letterpress, and when our Professor Cochran of the Polytechnic institute poured the des tructive acids on those plates they smoked in the righteous annihilation, and get a great deal of the bad liteeat ure of the day is not gripped of the law. It is strewn in your parlors. It is in your librarsies. Some of your chiidren read it at night after they have retired, the gas burner swung as near as possible their pillow. Much of this literature is under the title of scientific information. A book agent with one of these infernal books, gloss ed over with scientific nomenclature, went into a hotel and sold in one day 100 copies and sold them all to women It is oppalling that men and women who can get through their family phy scian all the useful information they may need, and without any contamin ation, should wade chin deep through such accursed literature under the plea of getting useful knowledge, and that I-rinting presses. hoping to be called decent, lend themselves to this imfamy Fathers and mothers, be not deceived bv the title. "medical works." Nine teuths of those books come hot from the lost world, thought tl .ey may have on them the names of the pub lishinz houses of New York, Chicaga and Pniladelphia. Then there is all the novelette literature of the day flung over the land bv the million. As there are good novels that are long, so, I suppose, there may be good novels that are short, and so there may be a good novelette, but it is the exception. No one-mark this no one systematically reades the average nov elette 01 this day and keeps either in tegrity or virtu~e. The most of these novelkttes are written by broken down literary men for sman' compen sation, on the principle that, having failed in literature elevated and pure, they hope to succeed in the tainted and hasty. Oh, this is a wide gate of hell: Every panel is made out of a bad bad book or newspaper. Every thing is the inteirjoined type of a corrupt printing press. Every bolt or lock of that gate is made out the plate of an undlean pictorial. In other words, there are a million men and women in the United States today reading themsalves into hell: When in one of our cities a prosper ous family fell into ruins through the misdeeds of one of its members, the amazed mother said to the officer of the law: "Why, I never supposed was anything wrong. Inever thought there could be anything wrong." Then she sat weeping in silent for some time and said: "Oh, I ,have got it now: I know, I know !I found in her bureau after she went away a bad book. That's what slew hag~. These leprous booksellers have gathered up the cat alogues of all the male and female seminaries in the United State. catalo gues containing the names and resid ences of all the students, and circulars of death ai'e sent to every one, .without any exception. Can you imagine any thing more dreadful: There is not a young person, male or female, or an old person, who has not had offered to him or her a bad book or a bad picture. Scour your house to find out wvhether there are any of these adder's coilee on your parlor center table, or coiled amid the toilet set on the dress ing case. I adjure you before the sun goes dywn to explore your famnily lib raries :with an inexorable scrutiny. Riemember that one bad picture may may' do the work for eternity. I want to airose all your' suspicions about nor eletts. I want to put y'ou on the watch against everything that mnay seem l ike surreptitious correspondence through the postoffice. I want you to understands that impure literature is one of the broadest, highest, mightiest gates of the lost. Gate the Second-The (dissolute dance. You shall not divert to the general subject of dancing. Whatever you may think of the parlor dance or the methodic motion of the body to sounds of music in the family or the social circle, I am not now discussing that question. I want you unite withl me this hour in recoguizing the fact there is a dissolute dance. You know of what I speak. It is seen not only in the low haunts of death, but in eleg OutmnIlsions. Itis the first sten to eternal rui for a great multit:ude' of both sexes. You know, my friends, what postures and attitudes andl figures are suggested of the devil. They who guide into the dissolute dance guidie over an inclined plane, and the dance is swifter and swif ter. wilder and wilder, luntil, with speed of lightniuig, they whirl oilf the edges of a decent life io a fiery' future. This gate of hell swings axminister' of many a iine parlor and across the ballroomn of the summer watering place You have na r'ight myv brother. my sister. you iaveno1 right to take an attitude to the sound of music wich would be un becoming in the absence of music. No chickering grand of city parlor or fiddle of mountain pic nice can consecrate that which God hath cur'sed. Gate the Third.-Indiscreet apparel. Tile attire of w'oman for the last few years has been beautiful and graceful Ibeyond any thiner I have known, but there are thlose who will always carry that which is right into the extraor'di nary and indiscreet. I charge Christian women, neither by style of dress nor adljustmient of applar'el, to become ad mnnistrativye ofI evil. Perhaps none else will dare to tell you, so I will tell you that there are mlultitudes of men wiho owe their eternal damnation to what has been at ditl'erenlt times the bold ness of womanly attire. Shlow mie tile fashion plates of any age between this and the time of Louis XVI of France and Henry VIII of England,and I will als of that age of that year. No excep tion to it. Modest apparel means a righteous people. immodest apparel always means a contaminated and de praved society. You wonder that the city of Tvre was destroyed with such a terrible destruction. Have you ever seen the fashion plate of the city of Tyre? I will show it to you: "Moreover, the Lord saith, because the daughters of Zion are haughty and walk with stretched forth necks and wanton eyes, walking and mincing as they go, and making a tinkling with their feet, in that day the Lord will take away the bravery of their tink ling ornaments about their feet. and their cauls, and their round tires like the moon, the rings and nose jewels, the changeable suits of apparel, and the mantles, and the wimples, and the crisping pins. That is the fashion plate of ancient Tyre. And do you wonder that the Lord God in his indignation blotted out the city, so that fishermen today spread their nets where that city once stood' Gate the Fourth.--Alcoholic bever age. Oh. the wine cup is the patron of impurity' The oflicers of the law tell us that nearly all the men who go into the shambles of death go in intox icated, the mental and the spiritual abolished, that the brute may triumph. Tell me that a young man drinks, and I know the whole story. If lie be comes a captive of the wine cup, he will become a captive of all other vices. Only give him time. No one ever runs drunkenness alone. That is a carrion crow that goes in a flock,and when you see that teak ahead you may know the other beaks are coming. In other words, the wine cup unbal ances and dethrones one's better judg ment, and leaves one the prey of all the evil appetites that may choose to alight upon his soul. There is not a place of any kind of sin in the United States today that does not find its chief abettor in the chalice of inebrie ty. There is either a drinking bar before, or one behind, or one above,or one underneath. These people escape legal penalty because they are all li censed to sell liquor. The courts that license the sale of strong drink license gambling houses, license libertinism, license disease, license. death, license all su fferings, all crimes, all despolia tions, all disasters, all murders, all woe. It is the courts and the legisla ture that are swinging wide open this grinding, creaky, stupendous gate of the lost. But you say: "You have described these gates of hell and shown us how they swing in to allow the entrance to the doomed. Will you not, please, before you get through the sermon, tell us how these gates of hell may swing out to allow the escape of the penitent?" I reply, but very few es cape. Of the thousand that go in 999 perish. Suppose one of these wander ers should knock at your door. Would you admit her? Suppose you knew where she came from. Would you ask her to sit down at your din ing tablet Would you ask her to be come the governess of your children? Would you introduce her among your acquaintanceships? Would you take the responsility of pulling on the out side of the gate of hell while the push er on the inside of the gate is trying to get out: You would not. Not one of a thousand of you would dare to do so. You would write beautiful poetry over her sorrows and weep over her mis fortunes, but give her practical help you never will. But you say, "Are there no ways by which the wanderer may escape ?" Oh yes: Three or four. The one way is the sewing girl's gar ret, dingy, cold, hunger blasted. But, you say, "Is there no other way for her to escape ?" Oh, yes: Another way is the street that leads to the river at midnight, the end of the city dock, the moon shining down on the water making it look so smooth she wonders if it is deep enough. It is. No boatman near enough to hear the plunge. No watchman near enough to pick her out before she sinks the third time. No other wayi Yes,.by the curve of the railroad at the point where the engineer of the lightning express train cannot see a hundred yards ahead to the form that lies across the track. He may whistle "down brakes," but not soon enough to disappoint the one who seeks her death. But, you say, "Isn't God good, and won't lhe forgive?" Yes, but man will not, woman will not, scciety will not. The church of God says it will, but it will not. Our work, then, must be prevention rather than cure. Those gates of hell are to be pros trated just as certainly as God and the Bible are true, but it will not be done until Christia~n men and women, quit ting their prudery and squeamishness in this matter, rally the whole Chris tian sentiment of the church and as sail these great evils of society. The Bible utters its denunciation ia this direction again and again and yet the piety of the day is such a namby pam by sort of thing that you cannot even quote Scripture without making some body restless. As long as this holy imbecilitt reions in the church of God, S williaugh you to scorn. I do not know but that before the church wakes up matters will get worse and worse, and that there will have to be one lamb sacrificed from each of the most carefully guarded folds, and the wave of uncleaniness dash teo the spire of the village church and dhe top of the cathedral tower. Prophets and patriarchs and apostles and evangelists and Christ himself have thundered against these sins as Iag'ainst no other, and yet there are Ithose who think we ought to tak-e, 'when we speak of these subjects, a tone apologetic. I ptut my foot on all the conventional rhetoric on this sub ject, and I tell you plainly that un less you give up that sin your doom is sealed, and world without end you wvill be chased by the anathemas of an incensed God. I rally you to a besiege ment of the gates of 'hell. *We want in this besieging host no soft senti mentalists, but men who are willhng to take and give hard knccks. The gates of Gaza were carried oilf, the g-ates of Thebes were battered down, the gates of Babylon were dlestroyed, and the gates of hell are going to be prostratedl. The Christianized printing pr-ess will be rolled up as the chief battering ram. Then there will be a long list of aroused pulpits, which shall be as sailing fortresses, and God's redhot truth shall be the flying ammunition of the contest, and the sappers and the miners will lay the train under these foundations of sin. and at just the right time God. who leads on the fray, will cry, " Down with the oatesl and the explosion beneath will e answer ed by all the trumpets of God on high, celebrating universal victory. lBnt there may be one wanderer that would like to have a kind word call ing homeward. I have told you that society has no mercy. .Did I_ hint, at an earlier point in this subject, that God will have mercy upon any wan derer who ;-ould like to come back to ,the heart of infinite lovef A cold Christmas night in a farmi house. Father comes in from the barn, knocks the snow from his shoes and sits dlown by the fire. The mother sits at the stand knitting. She says to him. "Do you remenmber it is the an niversary tonight?" The father is an gered, ie never wants any- allusion to the fact that one had gone away, and the mere suggestion that it was the annirsary of that sad event made him quite rough, although the tears ran drown his cheeks. The old house dog that had played with the wanderer w hen she was a child comes up and puts his head on the old man's knee, but he roughly repulses the dog. le wants nothing to remind him of the anniversary day. A cold winter night in a city church. It is Christmas night. They have been decorating the sanctuary. A lost wanderer of the street, with thin shawl about her, attracted by the warmth and light, comes in and sits near the door. The minister of reli gion is preaching of him who was wounded for our transgessions and bruised for our iniquities, and the poor soul by the door said: "Why, that must mean me: 'Mercy for the chief of sinners; bruised for our iniquities; wounded for our transgressions.' The music that night in thesanctua ry brought back the old hymn which she used to sing when with father and mother, she worshipped God in the village church. The service over, the minister went down the aisle. She said to him: "Were those words for me? 'Wounded for our transgres sions.' Was that for me?" The man of God understood her not. He knew not how to comfort a shipwrecked soul, and he passed on, and he passed out. The poor wanderer followed into the street. "What are you doing here, Meg?" said the police. "What are you doing here tonight?"' "Oh," she replied, "I was in to warm myself." And then the rattling cough came, and she held to the railing until the paroxysm was over. She passed on down the street, falling from exhaustion, recovering herself again, until after awhile she reiched the outskirts of the city, and passed on into the coanery road. It seemed so familiar. She kept on the road, and she saw in the distance a light in the window. Ah, that light had been gleaming there every night since she went away. On that coun try road she nassed until she came to the garden gate. She opened it and passed up the path where she played in childhood. She came to the steps and looked in at the fire on the heart. Then she put her fingers to the latch. Oh, if that door had been locked she would have perished on the threshold, for she was near to death! But that door had not been locked since the time she went away. She pushed open the door. She went in and lay down on the hearth by the fire. The old house dog growled as he saw her enter, but there was something in the voice he recognized, and he frisked about her until he almost pushed her down in his joy. In the morning the mother came down, and she saw a bundle of rags on the hearth, but when the face was uplifted, she knew it. and it was no more old Meg of the street. Throwing her arms around the returned prodi gal, she cried, "Oh, Maggie!" The child threw her arms around her mother's neck and said, "Oh, moth er:" And while they were embraced a rugged form towered above them. It was the father. The severity all gone out of his face,he stooped and took her up tenderly and carried her to moth er's room and laid her down on moth er's bed, for she was dying. Then the lost one, looking up into her mother's face said: " Wounded for our trans gressions, and bruised for iniquities !" "Mother,do you think that means me? "Oh, yes, my darling," said the moth er. "If mother is so glad to get you back, don't you think God is glad to get you back?" And there she lay dying, and all their dreams and all their prayers were filled with the words, "Wounded for our transgressions, and bruised for our iniauities,'" ur'". iust before the moment of her departure, her face lighted up, showing the pardon of God had dropped upon her soul. And there she slept away on the bosom of a pardoning Jesus, So the Lord tookt back one whom the world rejected. A Crazy M!an's Crime. CHICAGO, July 5,-Frederick Hell. man, a mason contractor, 36 yearsold, last night murdered his wife and four children by asphyxiation, and died with them. The victims were: Ida Hellman, 34 years old. Fritz Hellman, 12 years old. Ida Hellman, 11 years old. Willie Hellman, 8 years old. Hedwig Hellman, 4 years old. The place of the tragedy ws~s at the Hellman cottage, 601 Cornelia street. The house is small, but it was their own and the family was supposed to be living happily together. That the murder was deliberately planned by the father of the family during the past few weeks seems be' vond doubt. Ever since Hellman built hiis house, it has been supplied with gas pipes, but there has been no connection with the gas main, and there were no fixtures in the house. Severa weeks ago lie had his pipes connected and fixtures put in the family bed room only, the entire family sleeping in one small room. It seems now certain that Hellman had the gas put in for the express purpose of using it in the mur der of his family. The gas was turn ed on after the family, excepting the husband, had gone to sleep and none regained consciousness. The body of Hellman showed evidence of a strug gle. He first shut the door and windows, then turned on the gas and laid down to die with his family. There is only one explanation and that is that Hellman was crazy. He is said to have been fairly well provided with worldy goods and to have had no family dissensions. He was natur ally of a'marose diposition, but no one thought he would commit suicide or murder. lie left a note for his broth er. in which he gives instructions re garding the disposition of his proper ty, lie says that he will not be livig when the note is received, but says in it nothing of the premeditated death of the rest of the family. A General slaughter. 1IoimLstLuE, Ky., July 1.-It was learned today that in Trigg county Saturday night, Frank Closton, a des perate character, shot and severely wounded a neighbor farmer named John Rhodes, after a quarrel. Another farmer named Hammond, attempted to assist his friend, Rhodes, and was killed by Closton. Several hours after wards Colston went to the house of an other farmer in company with a wo man and was ordered to leave the pre nises. They refused and attacked the farmer, who killed them. A LunIatIc's Fortune. SAN FRANIsco, July 5.-Kate 'Welsh. an inmate of the asylum at Beno. Nev., has $10,291 deposited in the Hibernia bank in this city which as remained uncalled for for 21 years. n the meantime the bank officials have traced every woman of that name n the Pacific sea and several eastern states, only to find the real owner of he tiny f'ortanc in a feeble old wo an of shattered intellect confined in a state intitution. Bryan Welcomed. AT LANTA, July 3.-Ex-Congressman William J. Bryan made a free silver peech before the Atlanta Chautauqua Assembly tonight. He had a great adience, seven-eights of which were with him. Mr. Bryan hiadan ovation. le stated that the silver sentiment is rowing steadily every day, and he anounced his belief in a victory for MAN AT HER MERCY. The Up-to-Date Woman Making it Hot for Him. The new woman is getting in some fine work nowadays all along the line from Maine to Texas. She does not hesitate to resort to drastic methods whenever necessary to make her hus band obey, as did Mrs. Catherine Mcllwaine, of New York, the other day when she forced her husband with a horsewhip to wash and iron the clothes. Not content, however, with making the poor fellow do all the drudgery, while she sat up and ran a stationary store, she yanked him up before the Court last Friday for fail ing to contribute to her support and for getting tight. The New Y ork Ad vertiser's report of the trial is well worth reading. After its introductory remarks, the Advertiser proceeds as follows: "Oh, why did I get married!" ex claimed McIlwaine in a sad tone, as he stood at the bar listening to his wife's charges. "It's too late to answer that ques tion," remarked the Judge. Continu ing: "What have you to say to your wife's charges?" "Just this, Your Honor," he piped "she had me arrested because I was man enough to refuse to do the wash. ing and ironing any longer." "What!" exclaimed the Justice, be coming interested: 'you were asked to do the washing?" '"Asked, did you say?" Why, you ain't much acquainted with my wife," retorted Mcliwaine, with a lugubrious face. "You really ought to know Mrs. Mcllwaine. $he doesn't ask, she commands, and backs up her order with a horsewhip and " Mrs. Mcllwaine happened to make a motion with her hands about her skirt just then, and he 15ounded out of reach. Reassured by the Justice that he was perfectly safe from being horsewhipped in his presence, McIf waine stepped forward but kept his eyes on his wife. "Only last Thursday," he said, "I did a whole week's washing, and she stood over me on Friday and Saturday with a horsewhip and made me do all the ironing, and this was only one of a good many times." "Yes, Judge," becoming a little bolder, "she does not ask. She .inst sails in with that big snake whip of hers and makes you do it. It gives me a pain when I think of it." "How about that, Mrs. McIl vaine?" asked the Judge ashe turned to her. "Oh, that's so, what he says," shak ing her head as though to emphasize her words. "'That's all be's good for. On account of him I can't keep a ser 7ant in the house, and I don't blame him. As I would not have the wash ing and ironing done outside and hin: loafing about, I made him do it. HE first said he wouldn't, but I soon made him change his mind when I got the whip." "then he did it?" "You:bet he did, but it costs more than he's worth to keep him at it. ] want him sent to the Island." "Well, we'll try him with month." Mcllwaine was then led into the prison, while she whisked out o: court. _ Murder in Greenville. GREEvILLE, June 29.-Tonight a halfpast 8 o'clock, J. D. Lewis, a con ductor on the Carolina, Knoxville anc Western Ralwy shot his brother-in law, Henry Rutledge, who will prob ably die before morninv The shoot ing took place at Rut edge's house about a hundred yards from the rea of the News office. The trouble be tween the two men was caused b' Lewis leavine his wife, a sister of Rut ledge. Mrs. 'Lwis made an attack or a girl named Lytton, with whom sh< accused her husband of being too inti mate. The Lytton girl is the daugh ter of respectable parents and wen wrong a year or two ago. For som< time she was an inmate of Emim Brown's house in Charleston. Rut ledg deals in ice and keeps his stoc] in te cellar of his house. Bad bloo< has existed for some time between th two men and Lewis went to Rutledge' house tonight and found the latter in his ice cellar. They had some word: and Lewis drew his pistol and fire< three shots, each taking effect. On' passed through the right lung anothel in the shoulder and one in thie side Three physicians are with Rutledge but do not express an opinion as to th< possibility of his recovery. Lewir made his escape as soon as he shot an< has not been captured yet. Panic on a Grand stand. BUFF.ALO, N. Y., July 4. -Whil< 10,000 people sat in the new grant stand at the Buffalo Driving Park a 5:30 o'clock this afternoon, a sectiar of the stand fell, The cause was weak stairway which held forty or hf tv at a time. Underneath the stairwal was a wine room, which had beer crowded with people only a momen before. They were climbing back t< their seats in the stand to witness the start of a race, when the accident oc curred. In caving in so suddenly the stairway took with it a section o1 the grand stand and piled about sixt3 people, men, women and children ir a mass. Then the immense crowc stood up in their seats and rushed to ward the stairway and then back fron it again. In the stampede womer fainted and were trampled upon, jumped from the stand to the grounc and other ways contributed to the ex citement. After the stand had beer cleared the people were held bacd with difficulty while those who had fallen were extricated. Carriages were soon at hand and took to their homes about forty men and womer who were but slightly injured, or whc suffered from the sock. Amb~ulancei took the most severely injured to the hospitals. _______ He Upset the Boat. PITTSBU'RG, June 30.-Molly Masor and Isaac Adrian were drowned in the Alleghaneyrivernear Brilliant station las niht Harry Mason, the hus bnoftewoman, is locked up in jail charged with murder for upsetting the boat causing his wife and Adrian tc fall out of and lose their lives. The three persons mentioned, and a youna man named Barber, were crossing the river on their return from a picnic. Mason and his wife, who had beer drinking and quarreling during the day, kept it up on the skiff. The boal was stopped and Barber threatened t( hit Mason with an oar if he didn't sil down. In taking his seat, Mason threwi his leg over the boat and upset it. Mrs Mason and Adrian were drowned. The other two swam ashore. PHLAELHIJune 30.-Williamr C. Dewes, a young paper hanger, wat one of a party of men who were play. ing a scrub game of ball yesterday Dewes was at the bat facnthpih ing of a policeman named fc onald, when a speedy inshoot struck him on the head feling him unconscious tc the ground. Hfe was taken to the hos pital, where lhe died today of hemor rhage of the brain caused by the blow from the ball. He Wante to Hang. AsUvILLE, N. C., July 1.-A special to the Citizen from Charlotte says: John Sims, who murdered his wife last Friday, wishes to waive trial and be hanged next Friday, "To be near his wife." The grand jury has return eda trebl + a ga nsthim. POWDER Absolutely Pure. A cream of tartar namg powder. Highest of all in leavening strength.-La test United States Government Eood Re port. Royal Baking Powder Company, 106 Wall St.. N. Y. Sullivan Acquitted. ANDERSON, June 29.-The jury in the case of J. Minis Sullivan, charged with the murder of Herman G. Gil reath in Greenville on June 14, 1892, after being out from 2 p. in. yesterday till 12:10 p. in. today, returned a ver dict of "not guilty." This case was first called for trial at the July, 1892, term for Greenville and continued on affidavits of the absence of material witnesses for the defense. At the Oc tober term of the same year, the defen dant moved to quash the panel of jurors on the ground that the sheriff of the county was a half brother of the slain man. Judge James Aldrich granted the motion and as the sheriff had just been re-elected for four years, ordered a change of venue to Ander son. At the Anderson spring term of 1893 the defendant demurred to the jurisdiction of the Anderson court. The demurrer was overruled and no tice of appeal was given. Circuit Judge Tzlar decided to try the case, but was enjoined from doing so by Justice Pope of the Supreme Court. It was at this term that the stir about al leged attempts to bribe jurors occurred. The Supreme Court sustained the lower court and remanded the case for trial. In October, 1893. the case was tried be fore Judge Wallace and a verdict of guilty was rendered. The defendant was sentenced to be hangged Decem ber 22nd, 1893. Execution was stayed pending an appeal to the Supreme Court for a new trial. In 1894 the de fendant moved for and secured suspen sion of his appeal toallow a motion on circuit for a new trial on the ground of after discovered evidence. Judge Ernest Gary heard the motion and re fused it. The Supreme Court sustained the appeal on the grounds, chiefly, that the judge erred in excluding evi dence showing that the State's witness, Finlay, had made statements regard ing the shooting different from those he made on the witness stand, and had erred in his charge regarding the tak ing of life; and ordered a new trial, which was begun two days ago, and the evidence was practically the same as that given at the former trial when a verdict of guilty was rendcred and a death sentence passed. For Safekeeping. COLUMBLA, June 29.-Saturdayafter noon Deputy Foster of Siartanburg brought to Columbia for safekeeping -Constables Stevenson and Brice, and they were placed temporarily in jail. -So far as could be learned by Private Secretary Gunter. the citizens of Spar tanburg did not fear any trouble, but -Sheriff Dean seemed to be apprehen sive and asked that the constables be taken to Columbia. Passengers on the Spartanburg train report that there was a large crowd of -mountaineers gathered at Tryon, many of them being relativesor friends of the dead moonshiners, and some__ thought they might want to resort to extreme measures, but whether that -was the case or not is questionable. Constable Stevenson said he left Toland and Pettig-rew in about the same condition. Pettigrew's case is still considered most critical, and though he himself is hopeful his friens are not so much so. IThe dead moonshiners have been removed to their homes from the scene. The revenue authorities had been after the gang before the constables met up with them. About the 22d of May they seized four barrels of liquor in Spartanburg, which was being un loaded by oneIR. D- Blowers in a store. He was a member of the same gang, it is said, and acase is now against him. in the United States Court. A Strange Case. IINDIANAPoLIs. Ind., June 30.-The death of Brice Cairter, a wealthy and - prominent contractor of this city early' this morning, was the culmination of a strange case which has attracted at tention for the last seven years. That long. ago Mrs. Carter complained to, the0 polIice that a servant girl whom she had just discharged was slowly poisoning her husband but detectives who investigated reported that Mrs. Carter had no grounds for her accusa Itions. Several months later Mrs. Carter repeated her accusations and appealed. to' the police, but no attention wass paid. She told her story to the grand jury. Mr. Carter was called and said he: believed his wife was insane. At. intervals of a few months Mrs. Carter, who appeared to be sane on all other matters, has repeated her act. Early this morning she was aroused by Mr. Carter, who was suffering from: stomach pains, and before a doctor ar rived he was deatl. An autopsy re vealed no poison, but the stomach will be analyzed to clear the mystery of his death. Foilowed her H~usband. JEFFERSONVILLE, Ind., July 1.- A hioi'rifying sight met the eyes of Mrs. John Ganole at 10 o'clock this morn ing when she visited the Bennett fami ly at 278 Maple street. In a room on thle ground floor she found the lifeless form of Ella Bennett. aged 10; Omer, aged 5 and their mother, side by side, the latter gasping for breath and un conscious. Mrs. Bennett had made full preparations to kill her children and herself. She carefully dressed herself and chrildren in spotless linen for their burial. The mother lay in a comatose state, while the bodies of the chrildren with distorted feat ures were by her side. No motive is asigned for the deed, and what poi son she administered is not known. Mrs. Bennett was the wife of Benson Bennett, a locomotive engineer, who committed suicide at Indianapolis a few month ago. A Terrible Story. DUBuiN, July 5.-Michel Cleary, of Ballinda, near Clonomel, was convict ed of manslaughter today for causing the death of his wife by burning and otherwise maltreating her on the ground that she was bewitched. The case is the most remarkable on record. The evidence showed that Mrs. Cleary wa.-s suffering from nervousness, her husband and brother having murder ed the woman's father-. Several cous ins were arrested for complicity in the crime. They fearfully tortured the woman and forced a noxious decoction of herbs down her throat for the pur ~se of exorcising the evil spirit. inally her husband knocked her down and poured paratine over the