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LIVING AND LOV ING. It isn't life's purple and go1, dear, That makes it te-t worth living; Not alwals the very costliest ifts Are drarest and best worth giving The heart that beats in truest tile With the musie of creation Is happier tar than his wbose vvill Can mke nor mar a nation. The little sunny g'cams that prove Cur dark cloud's hopefil !ir:mnur Are brighter, dear, than if we had Walked always in the :hitting. I do Dot think tod loves us les Or frowns on us hereafter Because we cover up a sigh With single- hearted laughter. The re is no heai t so poor but gives, If it but will, a treaure Richer than ary kt gs aAy own, Greater than tiue can measure. I- o life can e'er be poor and co'd, Or craving some new bles,ing, 1 hat hath and holdeth fairy gold, Love-s gracious self posiessiig. Love soundt th depths that none may teach With any common plummnet, It leadtth up to the heights twyond. This work-a-day life's sumiit. A little tender, hi man love. Just at ti e risht lime gives, Gees far to make this sad old earth Seem like a niece of Heaven. LOVE AND DUTY. Daignton lies; inland from the coast about two miles, and the high ground that runs westward by the sea is a favorite walk in summer time for the villagers. It was late autunin and a misty evening, however, when Mary MiclKlethwaite took her viday thither, and there was no one on the road but herself. The sun was already near the hori zon as she came in sight of the sea; in the gray mist it hung like a ball of fire, making a red pathway across the water. The girl turned in among the furze bushes out of sight of the road, and seating herself on a pile of stones, absently watched the ball drop toward the sea line. She was a perfectly unromantic fig ure, with a broad, good-humored face, a thick waist, dressed in a purple gown, with red flowers in her hat. Presently, at the sound of a footstep brushing through the furze she got up, and turned to meet a young man who a moment after came in view. They shook hands awkwardly by wa of greeting, and the young man "'m sorry, my lass; I'm afraid that I'm a bit late." "Don't name it," said the girl. 'I knew it was a chance if you'd get off." They 'moved slowly towards the stones, and sat down side by side in an embarrassed silence; the youno man made holes in the ground wit his stick, and the girl pulled off her brown thread gloves and rolled them up into a tight ball in the palm of one hand. The young man spoke first. "Well, Mary," he said, clearing his throat, "has your father an;'thing dif ferent to say today?" "No, Jack, it's just the same-its all no use," returned the girl. "I supoe we must grin and abide." "Y'ou told him about the place of Binghampton and all?" said the young man. "Yes," said the girl, sadly, "I put - 4e best face on it I could, but he wo 't let me say much. He's that mad to think I should want to have you at all, and when he's like that you can't change father, not if you were to crown him with gold." "You told him we didn't mind wait ing?" persisted ethe young man. "I dare say he'd think he couldn't do without you in the shop first off, but we're not to a few months, eh, Mary?" "ITnev'er had the chance to tell him that, was Mary's reply. "He com menced calling me for what I'd done, and said I wanted to disgrace him. He sayslIneedn't think to go to the choir any more; he puts itall down to that. I shan't mmd that much, when you are gone." "Mary," said the vouno man, sud denly an'd eansl, "will you come in spite of your fther? I don't see but what we should think of ourselves as well as of him. I'll go to Bing ham pton and get things ready for you, and I'll put up the banns and you can come there to be married." "Oh!" cried the girl in great dis tress. "I couldn't go against father like that. Why, he'd never hold his head up again! You see, he's only got me, now mother's gone, and I don't know what he'd do in the shop. I thought we could get one of my cousins, and we could show her about things, but to leave on a sudden like that-" Jack was not easy to be turned from his point; he was slow witted, as was the grbut the pain of this had ~ ikdhim to a keener insigeht than ere. Mary was aware of nothing but the dull pain of parting; Jack had a forecast of the years to come. He put it to her bluntly, with the unconscious brutality of his class; they were young they were poor, her father was old was he to spoil their lives in this way ? A few years and he would be dead, and it would concern him no more, -but they had two-thirds of their lives to live, and was it right they sould be spie for an old mad's whim? Mayhad no logic wherewith to meet thi cogent reasoning; she had only a blind sense of duty to guide her. It had never come in her way to queston her obedience to her father, and the idea now only frightened her. "Doesn't it stand to sense?" cried Jack, in a last despairing appeal. "Well; yes, it stands to sense." the girl allowed: "I don't k.aow as I can rightlty say all I want, There's sense and sense, Jack. When father talks it's sense, and when you talk it's sense; and it's as if I'd like to do one thing and my conscience tells me to do an other. I can't go against father, Jack -I can't indeed !" There was little more said between the two as they took their way home ward.- Outside the village they paased by common consenat. "Then. I suppose it's good-by. '-sppose it is, Jack.' They shook hands again awk wardly - and separated. Jack left for Binghampton early next morning without having seen Mary again. Simon Micklethwaite was a person of consequence in Daignton. lie was the owner ot a small piece of land, on which were half a dozen cottages and the shop he himself occupied, the only price of freehold not attached to the manor for miles around. There was no other shop in the village, and be sides being- a thriving drapery and grocery busidess. "Micklethwaite's" possessed the only spirit license, and was the district postoflice. Simon him self was a hard headed business man. much respected by his neighbors. He had been elected poor-law guardian for the district, and folk said that, since he had sat on the board with the squire and clergyman, he held his head higher than ever. If he had been the squire himself, he could not have been more indignant at the idea of his daughter wishing to wed with the son of one of his own cottagers. Jack Saunders had been a school mate of Mary's at the village school For some years past he had been away, first serving his apprenticeship as a carpenter and then working as a journeyman at the same trade. Chance had given him a few months' work near his old home. and in that time the friendship between the two had been renewed. After Jack had gone, Mary went back to her old li fe uncomplainingly. It never occurred to her to neglect her duties, or to be "saucy with her meals" as a protest against the hardness of her lot: there was no shadow on her broad and kindly face to touch her father's compassion. Once. about a month after she had parted from herlover, there came a sore trtal to her obedience. She was stamping and sorting the morning letters, when she found one among them addressed to hersif. It bore a Binghampton postmark. and Mary thrust it into her pocket, with a guilty look towards her father. All through the day it lay there unopaned, a heavy load upon her conscience, it is true, but a joy deep and thrilling as well, the like of which she had never known before. When evening came. and she could leave the house an hour or two un noticed, it was towards the sea she went to read her letter on the same spot where she and Jack had parted. It was then that Mary felt her father had laid a tax upon her. harder than she could bear. If she might have letters such as this now and then, life would be very easy, she thought, but there was no need to ask her father's consent to that: she knew too well what his answer would be, and to get them unknown to him would be well nigh impossible. Mary was simple and truthful by nature, and deception of any kind would have been painful to her; yet perhaps, if it could have been done without her father's knowledge, she might have consented to this corre spondence, for the gleam of hope that it held was very sweet to her. But when she thought of the inevitable discoverv, and the tempest of wrath she would have to face, she could not hesitate. That night, in her room. she wrote her answer to Jack, repeat ing that she could not "go agin father." and begging him to write no more. After this, the monotony of her life went on unbroken. She formed a habit of walking out towards the sea on fine evenings, and sitting on the pile of stones where she and Jack sat together for their last talk. Some times she brought her knitting with her. but more often she sat watching the changino color of the sea, and the white-wingeli vessels passing to and fro. It would have surprised her very much to be told that she was romantic, yet it is true that when she was not thinking of her school days with Jack, or of their shy courtship and brief spell of happiness, she was weaving impossible day dreams of how her father might relent, or how Jack, be coming suddenly wealthy and famous, should come to claim her, with cre dentials that even a landed proprietor and a poor-law guardian could not deny. It gave the girl a curious pang now and then to be shaken out of her dreaming by the passing of a pair of lovers in their evening stroll. She could not have told why the sight of this made her own trouble more pres ent to her, nor why it was so impos sible to take up the broken thread of her reverie. She knew nothing about self analysis, and could only dry her eyes and hasten back to the village to get her father's supper, hoping the while he would not notlce how the even red of her cheek had spread over nose and eyebrow. Micklethwaite, for his part, was pleased with his daughter's obedience im his own hard way, and was at no trouble to consider~ moods and feel ings. Ten years had passed since Jack Saunders had gone to work at Bing hampton, and many chanoes had come about. Jack was a goo workman, and, after being foreman for three years, had been taken into partner ship by his mjaster. The firm was at work on some cottages they had built outside the town as a speculation, and one of these Jack was finishing, for he was about to be married. Hbe had only been home once in the ten years, on a five days' trip in Whitsun-week, and then he had not seen Mary, who was away visiting' some cousins. Since then his parents hiad died and his con nection with Daignton had ceased. Jack hardly knew himself how his marriage had come about; it was not altogether throuo'h his own volition. He had been lIdging for some three years with a widow about ten years older than himself. She had been from the first almost embarrassingly kind to -him, and Jack had resented many of her ways with the impatience of a mari who lik'es to be independent. Fate had at last given him helpless into her hands with an attack of ty phoid, and only her unremitting care had pulled him through. The doctor was very emphatic to tell ing him that he owed his life to his his nurse, and somehow it came to be understoodthat when he was well again they should be married. The new house was nearly ready, and if Jack lingered a little over the final details it was not from any real reluctance to fulfil his promise,'but because his ill ness had left him disinclined to exert himself more than he could help. At length, however, the house was furnished, and Jack awoke one morn ing, to realize that it was his wedding day. There was a .tlower in the glass on the table which he was to wear in his coat, and his new clothes were ready on a chair, laid there by the careful hands of the widow. A'loud, cheerful voice hailed him from below; it was the foreman of the works. who was to be the best man, calling him to get up. Downstairs, the parlor was already being set out with the wedding break fast, and Jack had the kitchen to him self for his hasty meal. There was a letter on the table, which had been brought from his works; the hand wvas anfamiliar, and he let it lie there un til he poured out some tea and helped himself to some rashers of bacon from he oven. Then he opened the letter, mnd propped it up against the teapot, while he read - "Dear Jack" (it ran) "I write to tell von about father, for I suppose you ~von't have heard. He had thte in uenza very bad, and was buried three weeks ago come Friday. I would have vrote before, but my time has put up vith the lawyers. It all comes to me here is very near ten thousand in rested and thiree hundred in the bank. [f you are of the same mind, as I hope md believe there is nothing- in the vay now, you can come and help me nanage: I can't go on without. I wouldn't have wr-ote in such a hurry. mly they keep saying I must have a nan. Father says nothing about it in is will-about marrying, I mean. I hink he maybe thought better of it. our ever constant "MARY MICKLETH wAITE." The widow had donned her wedding own, and the party was ready to start 'or church. She came bustling into he kitchen, and cried out in dismay vhen she saw Jack's untouched break :ast. 'Why, deary me: What ails the nan It might be his own funeral he was going to!" she said, in real con ern, when she saw how uale he looked. Jack pulled himself together, and pro :ested he wvas all right, but he did not eel a bit hungry: and as it was too late to make any further delay the widow had to beecontent with thinking hat she would make hihu have a sub Towards evening, when the wedding party had dispersed, and the newly married couple were left in possession of their new home, Jack had half an hour to himself, while Mrs. Saunders helped the little maid to prepare tea. It was then he answered Mary's letter. This is what he wrote. "Dear Mary-Your letter came too late. It came on my wedding day. God help us both! I cannot say any more.. Your sorrowful "J. SAUNDERS. "P. S.-My wife is a good woman." -Cassell's. ADRIFT ON THE GULF. Two Men Tossed About in a sailboat for Forty Days. ST. PETERSBURG, FLA., Aug. 23. On July 10 John Trask and Edgar Davidson left Apalachicola, Fla., in a boat sixteen feet long for a few days' fishing. From that time until yester day nothing was heard of them and they had been given up as lost. Yes te rday afternoon while Sam Johnson, a negro fisherman, was about three miles off this place in his skiff he noticed a boat half a mile away form which something white was fluttering. The negro rowed to the boat, and was horrified to find two men in it lying face downward and seemingly dead. Johnson towed tlse boat to this place as rapidly as possible, and physicians weresummoned. Examination showed that the men were not dead, and after sevral hours work they were resus citated. Trask and Davidson tell a horrible story of their sufferings since leaving Apalachicola on July 10. On July 13 they were caught by a storm and their boat driven far out into the Gulf. The mast was broken and they had no compass and they drifted hither and thither. Their stock of pro visions and water was small, and though they husbanded it carefully a week ago the last parcel of bread and drop of water was gone. According to Trask, the suffering affected Davidson's mind, and he made several attempts to jump into the gulf. Trask finally lashed his companion to one of the seats of the boat. Sharks, too, followed in the wake of the castways, eyeing them greedily. Four days ago Trask lost consciousness, and he knew no more until he was revived by the doctors. Before Trask lost consciousness he tied a portion of a shirt to the broken mast, and this attracted the negro's attention. The men are in a terrible condition, physically, and Davidson's mind seems still affected. Their flesh has been almost cooked by the sun, and their eyes ready to burst from the sockets. On Davidson's arm the doctors found the imprint of teeth, and they think that while the man was dying of thirst he tried to assuage it by suck ing his blood. Similar imprints were found on Trask's arms, but he says he does not remember biting himself, though he thinks it likely, as he ad mits his terrible thirst crazed him. The men are nothing but skin and bones, but with proper care they will recover. At present they are too weak to lift their arms. Trask is said to be from New York, while Davidson is a native of Ohio. The Columbia Club Raided. CorxmBA, S. C., Aug. 17.-This af ternoon three State dispensavy consta bles, Speed, Davis and Lafar, assisted by two city police officers, armed with a search warrant ssued by an admin istration trial justice visited the rooms of the Columbia Club. and going into all the private lock boxes, in which the meembers keep their liquor for their personal use, seized every bottle of it, together with all the glasses, spoons, bitters and other appliances in the rooms. One of the members. Mr. M. C. Robertson, who took a bottle of fine whiskey that belonged to him and poured it all over the floor in the pres ence of the constables, was arrested, but later released upon his awn recog nir.ance. The Club is one of the most exclusive social organizations of gen tlemen in the State and some of the most prominent men in Columbia are members. They have never allowed a drop of liquor to be sold on the premises since the liquor law went into effect, but adopted the lock box system. Several declare their inten tion of bringing proceeding against the raiders immediately in th mnted States Court for contempt for seizing liquor intended for personal use only, in violation of Judge Si monton's injunction. A curious crowd blockaded the pavement in front of the building to watch the constables bring the liquor down and put it in a dispensaey delivery wagon. _______ A Miserable Woman. SAtVAtnA, Ga.. Aug. 22.-A Morn ing News special from Augusta says: Dr. Joseph E. Allen was summoned today by a negro to go to see his wife, whom he said" was bleeding to death from childbirth. Dr. Allen found her in a miserable hovel in the outskirts of the city. There was no furniture and the rain was pouring through the roof. The woman was lying on a pile of straw. Dr. Allen at once sum moned an ambulance and sent her to the negro hospital where she could be made comfortable. When she was carried there and the physicians ex amined her, she was found to li'e a white woman. In the meantime the negro who had summoned the doctor had disappeared. Dr. Allen describes him as a black ragamuffin without shoes, and the woman when question ed about being with him, declared that he had put something in her food and had conjured her so that she was obliged to go with him. She says she left her husband and children and has been with the negro about three weeks. She lived on the Augusta Southern Railroad, and gives her name as Fannie Dixon. She is in such a critical condition that she could not be removed to the white hospital. I'he police have not as yet been able to capture the negro. Big Revival at North. NORTH, S. C., Aug. 19.-Special: ur little town has been having revi vals for the last two weeks. The pro racted meeting which started at the Baptist church on Sunday the 11th nstant was closed on last Friday eve ing. Our able pastor, iRev. B. M. Foreman, assisted by the God-sent Rev. Mt. A. Hemrick, has given our own the greatest stir up thiat it has ver had concerning religious matters. ur pastor had the pleasure of baptiz ng sixteen and receiving about that umber by letters. A very successful singing class aught by Prof. (2. L. Folk, of Varn ille, S. C., closed today at the expi ation thereof. The class organized tself into a society known as "The North Singing Society" with the fol lg of ficers,Dr. J. H. Price,President; Miss Minnie Gjarvin, First Vice Presi ent: Miss Estelle Scanlan, Second Vics1resident; and Mr. Estice John son, Secretary, with weekly meetings. With success to The Times and Demo rat. I am. 'A FxmND. - Bab5y's First Letter. DENvER, Aug. 22.-The body of WV. D. Dodd was taken from the ruins of he hotel lire this morning. The body was recognized by a pathetic letter from his bIaby in Albany. N. Y.. head d "Baby's fisrnt letter to papa ." The USES OF AFFLICTION. DR. TALMAGE FINDS CONSOLATION IN GOD'S WORD. A sermon From the Very Appropriate Text. "And God Shall Wipe Away Ali TearsFrom Their Eyes"-The Comforts of Religion. NEW YORK, Aug. 18.- Rev. Dr. Tal mage could not have selected a more appropriate subject than the one of today, considering the bereavement that has come upon him and his house hold. He had already prepared his sermon for today, selecting as a topic "Comfort" and taking as his text, "And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes," "Revelations vii, 17. Riding across a western prairie, wild flowers up to the hub of the carriage wheel, and while a long distance from any shelter, there came a sudden shower, and while the rain was falling in torrents the sunwas shining asbright ly asI eversaw itshine, and I thought, What a beautiful spectacle this is: So the tears of the Bible are not midnight storm, but rain on pansied prairies in God's sweet and golden sunlight. You remember that bottle which David labeled as containing tears, and Mary's tears, and Paul's tears, and Christ's tears, and the harvest of joy that is to spring from the sowing of tears. God mixes them. God rounds them. God shows them where to fall. God exhales them. A cen sus is taken of them, and there is a re cord as to the moment when they are born and as to the place of their grave. Tears of bad men are not kept. Al exander in his sorrow had the hair clipped from his horses and mules and made a great ado about his grief, bat in all the vase of heaven there is not one of Alexander's tears. I speak of the tears of God's children. Alas, me, they are falling all the time! In sum mer you sometimes hear the growling thunder and you see there is a storm miles away, but you know from the drift of the clou is that it will not come anywhere near you. So, though it may be all bright around about you there is a shower of trouble somewhere at the time. Tears: Tears! What is the use of them, anyhow? Why not substitute laughter? Why not make this a world where all the people are well and eternal strangers to pain and aches? What is the use of an eastern storm when we might have a perpetual nor'wester? Why, when a family is put together, not have them all stay, or if they must be transplanted to make other homes, then have them all live, the family record telling a story of marriages and births, but of no deaths? Why not have the harvests chase each other without fatiguing toil? Why the hard pillow. the hard crust, the hard strug gle? It is easy enough to explain a smile, or a success or a congratulation; but, come now, and bring all your dictionaries and all your philosophies and all your religions, and help me explain a tear. A chemit will tell you that it is made up of salt and lime and other component parts; but he misses the chief ingredients-the acid of a soured life, the viperine sting of a bitter memory,. the fragments of a broken heart. I will tell you what a tear is; it is agony in solution. Hear then, while I discourse of the uses of trouble. First, it is the design of trouble to keep this world from being too attract ive. Something must bdone tomake ing to quit this exietence. If it were not for trouble this world would be a good enough heaven for me You and I would be willing to make a lease of this life for a hundred million years if there were no trouble. The earth cushioned and upholstered and pillared and chandeliered with such expense, no storyof other worlds could enchant us. We would say: "Let well enough alone. If you want to die and have your body disintegrated in the dust and your soul go out on a celestial ad venture, then you can go, but this world is good enough for me !" You might as well go to a man who has just entered the Louvre at Paris, and tell him to hasten off to the picture gallerries of Venice or Florence. "Why," he would say, "what is the use of my going there? There are Rembrandts and Rubenses and Raph aels here that I haven't looked at yet." No man wants to go out of this world or. out of any house until he has a better house. To cure this wish to stay here God must somehow create a disogust f'or our surroundings. How shall he do it? He cannot afford to de face his horizon, or to tear off a fiery panel from the sunset, or to subtract an anther from the water lily, or to banish the pungent aroma from the mignonette, or to drag the robes of the morning in mire. You cannot expect a Christopher Wren to mar his own St. Paul's Cathedral, or a Michael An gelo to dash out his own "Last Judg ment," or a Handel to discord his "'Is rael In Egypt," and you cannot ex pect God to spoil the architecture and music of his own world. How, then, are we to be made willing to leave? Here is where trouble comes in. After a man has had a good deal of trouble he says: "Well, I am ready to go. if there is a house somewnere whose roof doesn't leak, I would like to live there. If there is an atmos phere somewhere that does not distress the lungs, I would like to breathe it. If there is a society somewhere where there is no tittle tattle, I would like to live there. If there is a home circle somewhere where I can find my lost friends,]I would like 1 o go there."I He used to read the first part of the Bible chiefly, now he reads the last part of the Bible chiefly' Why has he changed Genesis for Revelation? Ahb! he used to be anxious chiefly to know how this world was made and all about its gaological construction. Now he is chiefly anxious to know how the next world was made, and how it looks, and who lives there, and how they dress. lie reads Revelation ten times now where lie read Genesis once. The old story, "In the begin ning God created the heavens and the earth," does not thrill him half as inuch as the other story, "I saw a ne v heaven and a new earth." The old man's hand trembles as he turns over this apocalyptic leaf, and he has to take :ut his handkerchief to wipe his spec tacle. That book of Reveletion is a prospectus now of the country into which lie is soon to immigrate, the ountry in which lie has lots already laid out, and avenue opened and man sions built. Yet there are people here to whom this world is brighter than heaven. Well, dear souls, I do not blame you. t is natural. But after nwhile you will be ready to go. It was not u~ntil Job ad been wvorn out with bereavements that lie wanted to see God. It was not ntil the prodigal got tired of living among the hogs that he wanted to g o his father's house. It is the minis ry of trouble to make this world worth less and heaven worth more. Again, it is the use of trouble to make s feel our dependence upon God. en think that they can do anything ntil God shows them they can do nthing at all. We lay our great >lans, and we like to execute them. t looks big. God comes and takes us own. As Prometheus was assaulted y his enemy, when the lance struck hi it oned a geat swelling that had threatened his death, and he got well. So it is the arrow of trouble that lets out great swellings of pride. We never feel our dependence upon God until we get trouble. I was rid ing with my little child along the road. and she asked if she might drive. I said, "Certainlv." I handed over the reins to her, ard I had to admire the glee with which she drove. But after awhile we met a team, and we had to turn out. The road was narrow, and it was sheer down on both sides. She handed the reins over to me and said, 'I think you had better take charge of the horse." So we are all children. and on this road of life we like to drive. It gives one such an appearance of suprriority and power. It looks big. But after awhile we meet some obsta cle. and we have to turn cut, and the road is narrow, and it is sheer down on both sides, and then we are willing that God should take the reins and drive. Ali, my friends, we get upset so often because we do not hand over the reins soon enough. After a man has had trouble prayer is with him a taking hold of the arm of God and crying out for help. I have heard earnest prayers on two or three occasions that I remember. Once, on the Cincinnati express train, going at 40 miles the hour, the train jumped the track, and we were near a chasm 80 feet deep, and the men who, a few minutes before, had been swear ing and blaspheming God began to pull and jerk at the bell rope, and got up on the backs of the seats, and cried out. "0 God, save us!" There was another time, about 800 miles out at sea, on a foundering steamer, after the last lifeboat had been split finer than kindling wood. They prayed then. Why is it you so often hear people, in reciting the last experienze of some friend, say, "He made the most beau tiful prayer 1 ever heard ," What makes it beautiful? It is the earnest ness of it. Oh ! I tell you, a man is in earnest when his stripped and naked soul wades out in thesoundless, shore less, bottomless ocean of eternity. It is trouble my friends that makes us feel our dependence upon God. We do not know our own weakness or God's strength until the last plank breaks. It is contemptible in us when there is nothing else to take hold of that we catch holo: of God only. Why. you do not know who the Lord is! He is not an autocraL seated far up in a palace from whic. he emerges once a year, preceded b,, heralds swinging swords to clear the way. No. But a Father willing at ,ur call to stand by us in every crisis and predicament of life. I tell you what some of you busi ness men make me think of. A young man goes off from home to earn his fortune. He goes with his mother's consent and benediction. She has large wealth, out he wants to make his own fortune. He goes far away falls sick, gets out of money. He sends for the hotel keeper where he is staying, asking for lenience, and the answer he gets is, "If Tou don't pay up Saturday night, you 11 be removed to the hospital." The young man sends to a comrade in the same building. No help. He writes to a banker who was a friend of his deceased father. No relief. He writes t) an old schoolmate, but gets no help. Saturday night comes, and he is moved to the hospital. Getting there, he is frenzied with grief, and he borrows a sheet of paper and a postage stamp, and he sits down and he writes home, saying: "Dear mother, I am sick unto death. Come." It is ten minutes of 10 o'clock when she gets the letter. At 10 o'clock the train starts. She is five minutes from the depot. She gets there in tim-e to have fve minutes to spare. She won ders why a train that can go 30 miles an hour cannot go 60 miles an hour. She rushes into the hospital. She says: "My son, what does all this mean? Why didn't you send for me? You sent to everybody but me. You knew I could and would help you. Is this the reward I get for my kindness to you always?' She bundles him up, takes him home and gets him well very soon. Now, s ome of you treat God just as that young man treated his mother. When you get into a finan cial perplexity, you call on the banker, you call on t'he broker, you call on your creditors, you call on your law yer for legal counsel, you call upon everybody, and when you cannot get any help, then you goto God. You sa:"0 Lord, I come to thee! Help me now out of my perplexity." And the Lord comes, though it is the elev enth hour. He says: "Why did you not send for me before?' As one whom his mother Ebmforteth, so will I com fort you." It is to throw us back upon God that we have this ministrv of tears.. Ag'ain, it is the use of trouble to capacitate us for the office of sym pathy. The priests, under the old'dis pensation, were set apart by having water spinkled upon their hands, feet and head, and by the sprinkling of tears people are now set apart to the office of sympathy. When we are in prosperity we like to have a great many young people around us, and we laugh and they laugh and we romp when they romp, and we sing when they sing, but when we have trouble we like plenty of old folks around. Why? They know how to talk. Take an aged mother 70 years of age, and she is almost omnipotent in com fort. 'Why: She has been through it all. At 7 o'clock in the morning she goes over to comfort a young mo ther who has just lost her babe. Grandmother knows all about that trouble. Fifty years ago she felt it. At 12 o'clock of that day she goes over to comfort a widowed soul. She kniows all about that. She has been walking in that dark valley 20 years. At 4 o'clock in the afternoon some one knocks at the door, wa iting bread. She knows all about that. Two or three times in her life she came to her last loaf . At 1" o'clock that night she :goes over to sit up with some one sev rely sick. She knows all about it. She knows all about fevers and pleuri sies and broken bones. She has been octorng all her life, spreading plas ers and pouring out bitter drops and shaking up hot pillows and cenltriving hings to tempt a poor appetite. Dr's. Abernethy and Rlush and Hosack and Harvey were great doctors, but the reatest doctor the world ever saw is nd old Christian woman. Dear me! Do we not remember her about the oom when we were sick in our boy ood: Was there any one who could vei' so touch a sore without hurting it Where did Paul get the ink with ,hich to write his comforting epistle:e Where did David get the ink to write is comforting Psalms: Where did ohn get the iiik to write his cornfort ng Revelation: They got it out of heir own tears. When a man has rone through Pie curriculum and has aken a course of dungeons and im risonments and shipwrecks, lie is ualified for the work of sympathy. When I began to preach, my ser' nons on the subject of trouble were all poetic and in semiblank verse, but od knocked the blank verse out of ne long ago, and I have found out hlat I cannot comfort people except : myself have been troubled. God ake me the son of consolutionto the eople: I would rather be the means f soothing one perturbed spirit today han to play a tune that would set all he sons of mirth reeling in the ance. T am an he-h doctor. T put into the caldron the Root out of di-y ground, without form or comeliness. Then I put in the Rose of Sharon and the Lily of the Valley. Then I put into the caldron sonm of the leaves from the tree of life, and the mranch that was thrown into the willderness Marah. Then I )our iu the tears of Bethany and &olgotha. Then I stir them up. Then I kindle under the caldron a fire made out of the wood of the cross, and one drop of that pation will cure the worst sickness that ever aiflicted a human soul. Mary and Martha shall receive their Lazarus from the tomb. The damsel shall rise. And on the darkness shall break the morning, and God will wipe all tears from their eyes. Jesus had enough trial to make him .ympathetic with all trial. The short est verse in the Bible tells the story, "Jesus wept." Thescar ou the back of his either hand, the scar on arch of either foot, the row of scars along the line of the hair, will keep all heaven thinking. Oh, that great weeper is just the one to silence all earth trouble wipe out all the stains of earthly grief Gentle! Why, his step is softer than the step of the dew. It will not be a tyrant bidding you to hush up your crying. It will be a Father who will take you on his left his face beaming into yours, while with the soft tips of the fingers of the right hand he shall wipe away all tears from your eyes. Friends, if we could get any appre ciation of what God has in reserve for us, it would make us so homesick we would be un f it for our everyday work. Professor Leonard. formerly of Iowa university, put in my hands a mete oric stone, a stone thrown off from some other world to this. How sug gestive it was to me! And I have to tell you the best representationi we have of heaven are only aerolites flung off from that world which rolls on, bearing the multitudes of the re deemed. *We analize these aerolites and find them crystallizations of tears No wonder, flung off from heaven! "God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes." Have you any appreciation of the good and glorious times your friends are having in heaven ? How different it is when they get news there of a Christain's death from what it is here! It is the difference between embarka tion and co-ning into port. Every thing depends upon which side of the river you stand when you hear of a Christan's death. If you stand on this side of the river. you mourn that they go. If you stand on the other side of the river you rejoice that they come. C!, the difference between a funeral on earth and a jubilee in heaven-be tween requiem here and triumph there -parting here and reunion there! Together! Have you thought of it? They are together. Not one of your departed friends in one land and an other in another land, but together in different rooms of the same house the house of many mansions. To gether! I never more appreciated that thought than when we laid away in her last slumber my sister Sarah. Standing there in the village ceme tery,-I looked around and said, "There is father, there is mother, there is grandfather, there is grandmother, there are whole cirdes of kindred." and I thought to myself, "Together in the grave-together in glory." I am so impressed with the thought that I do not think it is any fanaticism when some one is going from this world to the next if you make them the bearer of dispatches to your friends who are gone, saying, "Give my love to my parents, give my love to my children, give my love to my old comrades who are in glory, and tell them I am try ing to fight the'good fight of faith, and I will join them after awhile." I be lieve the message will be delivered, and I believe it will increase the glad ness of those who are before the throne. Together are they, all their tears gone. My friends, take this good cheer home with you. These tears of bereave ment that course your cheek, and of persecution, and to trial, are not al way to be there. The motherly hand cf God will wine them all away. What is the use, oJn the way to such a consummation-what is the use of fretting about anything? Oh, what an exhilaration it ought to be in Christian work! See you the pinnacles the sky? It is the city of our God, and we are approaching it. Oh, let us be busy in the days that remain for us! I put this balsam on the wounds of your heart. Rejoice at the thought of what your departed friends have got rid o:. and that you have a prospect of so soon making your own escape, Bear cheerfully the minstry of tears an exult at the thought that soon it is to be en ded. There w e shall march up the heavenly street Ard ground our arns at Jesus' feet. Lightning Plays Havoc* The Rowesville correspondent of the News and Courier, under date of August 22, says: "During one of the hardest rainstorms known for years in this section yesterday afternoon the beautiful and commodious two story dwelling of Mr. W. P. Dukes was struck by lightning and seriously damaged. Striking the top of the chimney on the north side the electric fluid apparently glanced off to the shed, tearing a large hole in it, and then dividing into three Darts struck three corners, north, south and east, tearing oil the weather boarding, and taking almost kindling wood .of the three corner posts. Fortunately no ne was hurt, and from all accounts it is certainly a miracle. One of Mr. Dukes' daughrers was up in the second tory in the act of turning one of te blinds to look out, and only about wo feet fromi the east corner when te flash came, and which tore this aner to atoms, throwing large pieces f this post as far as the railroaid, bout one hundred feet or more dis ant. A negro gir-l in the room below and in about the same positiad as Miss Dukes. had a plate knocked out of her ands, while she sustained no injury. [he south end immediately caught ire, which Mrs. Dukes with com nkable courage kept down until ome neighbors came to the rescue. Jne of the strar.gest things is thme ap earance of the hiouse, as if small balls f hot iron had touched it. These pots vary in size from the size of a ime to a half dollar. The house is iterally struck all over, and how any one escaped will always be a mys ery. An Amnple Apology. Germans are not giving to doing hings by halves. When they study hey do it with thoroughness. Even n their a~pologie2s they go to the root f the matter. Here, for example, is card published by' a tailor in the agony column"~ of a 13erlin news aper.~Evidently he believes that an pen con fession'is good for the body as well as for the soul: I herewith declare that the ourneyman blacksmith. Herr Karl ., is a ver-y honorable man-most onorable man-most honorable; and take this opportunity of withdrawing he most defamatory charges I made aainst him. Herr Karl X. has al edy given me a good thrashing for the said slanderous wor-ds; but herr Shieldemann informs me that Herr arl X. will not do so again if I state n a public newspaper that lie is an onorable man and put a thaler in BLOWN UP AND BURNEDj AN UNPRECEDENTED HOTEL HOR ROR IN DENVER. Thc Gunmry Hotel Wrecked by a Terrific Boiler Explosion, and the Ruins Burned -4i5 Mren, Women and Children Perish. DENvER, Col., Aug. 19.-Probably 25 men, women and children perished by an explosion of the boiler in the Gumry Hotel on Lawrence street, shortly after midnight this morning. Half a dozen others are injured and at the hospital. Eight burned and crushed bodies are at the morgue. Ten more are known to be buried in the ruins. With deafening sound and terrific force, the entire rear portion of the building was demolished. The rear and side walls crumbled like a toy house. Soon afterwards, the mass of timbers, brick and furniture caught fire, cremating many of the victims who lay pinioned and helpless amid the burning pile. Their piteons ap peals for help could not be responded to because of the .tlames. The latest information regarding the catastrophe is that a seventeen-year old boy, Elmer Pierce, who was tem porarily placed in charge of the boiler, was responsible for the explosion. With the boiler at almost white heat, he let water in, causing an immediate explosion. He escaped uninjured and tonigvht was being hunted by angry people. Few people other than firemen, the hastily summoned rescue corps and policemen remained near the scene to witness the recovery of the horribly burned and distorted bodies. M. E. Letson, who was the first live man taken from the ruins, slept on the third nloor, was encased in a conical mass of mortar and bricks that barely allowed freedom of movement. Chief Roberts of the fire department, first discovered him and rapidly began the removal of the tons of- materials that seemedL to rest directly upon his body. In heart-rending appeals he begged for something to end his life. The res cuers worked with a will and in two hours had succeeded in removing en ough plaster and bricks from the ap parently lifeless ibody to allow his removal.- His lower limbs are crushed, but he will survive his terrible ordeal. About 10 o'clock a woman's hand protruded from among a pile of build ing material. A space was cleared around it and when the form was re moved, it was discovered she was dead. Lying beside the body was the corpse of a child. The firemen kept bravely at work, superintended by Mayor McMurray and Police Commissioners Holge, Church and Wilson. In the afternoon women volunteers came with ref reshmefits for the workers. At 5 a. m. the body of an unknown man was recovered and taken to the morgue. It was thought to be that of F. J. McCloskey. Half an hour later the remains of Conductor Burt were discovered. Earlier in the morning were found the bodies of Mr. and Mrs. R. C.- Greiner, clasped in an embrace of death amid tons of debris. They had undoubtedly died from suffioca tion, as their features were iclear and their limbs in repose.- The left arm of Mr. Greine r was -thrown across his wife's face, his forefinger raised like a danger signal. Excitement in the city tomight is at a high pitch. Throngs of people crowd polhce headquaters and the morgue to search for missing friends. Ropes wvere stretched around the scene of the disaster, but they and extra police failed to keep back the excited friends of missing people, and thousands of curious bystanders. There is much conjecture tonight con cerning the case of the accident, but Coroner Martin is firmly convinced that it was caused as stated. The has tily organi-ed surgeon's corps under Police Surgeon Jarecki did noble work. Witli fifty feet of brick wall tottering over their heads, they wend ed their way early along corridors, down stairways, by shaky partitions, to aid the injured. Medicine was pass ed from one to another along a line, and while Mr.NLetson was'being res cued, his head was swathed in damp bandages and stimulants administerd Adout 6 o'clock this evening a severe wind storm came upon the city, and work was extremely hazardous with the weakened walls. To add to the confusion and dismal scene, rain began falling in torrents, and what few workers who were not drenched by the streams of the'fire engines were wet by the cold rain. At 8 o'clock the rain had ceased falling, but the clouds of stifling smoke con tinued to arise trom the mass of wreck age, and more engines were called. Their services wvere not needed, how ever, as the wind died away. The boy who was in charge of the boiler at the time of the accident had attended a picnic during the day and was under influence of liquor when he went on duty. as several reliable persons hlave testified. !Iow he ever managed to turn the injector cock and escape without injury is a mystery. The boilers are said to have been in ex cellent condition. The terrible destruction wrought by the explosion is evidenced every where within three blocks of the scene. Stores in the neighborhood have their fronts domolishesd or windows dam aged. On Marion street, in the rear: of the building, there is: not a whole plate glass for a block, and Iawrence street, in front of the. hotel shows tile same ef fect of tile ex-1 plosion. An estimate of the financial loss is diflicult, as the insurance pa pers were lost in the fire, but the loss will hardly ex ceed $75, 000. The hlotel was worth about $25, 000 and furnishtngs $10, 000. Everything is destroyed. Tile build ing was a five-story one, erected im 1888 by Mr. Gumry.1 Beware of Frui t skins. Fruit skins carry germs and are no more intended for human sustenance that patato skius, melon rinds or pea pods. The bloom of the peach is a luxuriant growth of microbes, that of grape only less so, and when these skins are taken into the stomach they find more favorable conditions for their lively and rapid development, which cause tile decay of the fruit be fore it is possible to digest it. This is the reason so many persons think they cannot eat raw fruit. If they would in all eases discard the skin they could only derive good from the fruit itself. Nature provides the skin for the protection of tile fruit from the multitude of germs, which are ever< ready to attack it, as is evidenced< when the skin is bruised or broken in my way. The microbes at once begin heir work of decay, and the fruit is< .afit for food. Children are chief of renders in respect of this rule andi hould be carefully watched and fre-t uetly cautioned. A daintiness as to - :e condition of fruit should be culti rated to prevent its being eaten unripe >r too old on the verge to decay. Re-< nember that it is sweet and ripe fruit, I n prime condition only, that is re :omended.-Philadelphia Times. seventeen Persons Drowned IIM~umr. Aug. 19.-A boat con-jr aining twenty-live passengers was -n down and sunk to-day by the!a teamer Concordia, from Stade.Ia eventeen persons were drowned. t POWDER Absolutely Pure. A cream or tartar armg powder Highest of all In leavening strength.-La test United States Government Food Be port. Royal Baking Powder Company, 106 Wall St.,N. Y. ROPES FOR SIX. Flow a Lynching Party at Walterboro Was Foiled. COLUMBIA, S. C., Aug. 24.-There are six happy negroes in Columbia to day if no more, although all of them are in the penitentiary. In fact they are so glad they are living that they can hardly contain themselves. These men were brought here yesterday from Walterboro to escape an angry mob which was bent on stringing the whole outfit to so many trees, or so many limbs of the same tree, as the case might be. They and the officers who brought them here had a long ex citing and dangerous run through swamps and woods and had to row several miles down.a river before they were safe from the infuriated crowd. Over a year ago id Colleton County a negro named W. C. Mimms, brutal ly murdered a white man named Mix son. He was convicted but got a new trial. The second trial was to have. come up this summer, but owing to the death of his attorney the hearing was postponed until fall. Several weeks ago a white man named Meares in Hampton County was wantonly and malicously butchered for the pur pose of robbery. Five negroes were arrested on the charge, their names being William Blake, William Frazer, Cato Graves. Prince Graves, and Wil liam Dix, Jr. The . murder caused in tense excitement among the people and for reasons of safety all the pri soners were taken to the Walterboro jail. On Thursday it became rumored about the town thata mob was com ing in that night to lynch the sex tette. Later in the afternoon a number of men did come into town and they were rightly considered to be the ad vanced guard of more to follow later ' on. The sheriff wishing to prevent a lynching determined to spirit the men away. He accordingly deputized Deputy Sheriff Black and L. B. War ren, D. P. Patterson, Jr., L. N. Riv ers, J. M. Patterson and F. L. Glover to carry the negroes away to a place of safety. They took them out at night and started for the swamp. The crowd in town crowd in town caught on to the manoeuvre and started in pursuit. The duties with their prisoners after a slow journey through the swamp. reached the Ashep River and secur ing a boat they algot in and began to pul down stream. The negro pri soners handled the oars and the depu ties say that never did pull oars stron ger or boat row swifter than did this one. The pursuing crowd evidently lost the trai aflter the fleeing party got the boat, andthe depu~ties finally land.. ed safely at the railroad bridge across the river several miles from where they started. The Charleston and Savannah fast mail was due soon after their arrival at the bridge, and taing the bridge keeper's lantern, the de puties waved the train down, boarded it and brought the prisoners to Char leston. From there they were brouight to Columbia yesterday morning and by Go~v. Evans' orders were put in the penitentiary for safe keeping. It was an exciting race for the deputies and hours of agonizing suspense for the prisoners, and no wonder that they are the happiest negroes in South Carolina today.-Columbia Register. A Word About Boys. Treat your boys as though they were of some importance if you would have them manly and self-reliant. If you would have your boy make you his confidant, take an active in terest in all that he does. Don't be too critical, but ask for his views and opinions at all times. Don't keep your boys in ignorance of things they -should know. It is not the wholesome truth, the un wholesome way in which it is ac qui :ed, that ruins many a young man. Don't act as if you thought your boy amounted to nothing, nor be con tinually making comparisons between him and some neighbor's son, to his disadvantage; nothing will dishearten him- quicker. Don't think that anything is good enough for the boys, and that they don't care for nice things. Have their rooms fitted upas nicely as possi ble. Let them understand that their rooms are to be kept in order, and the results will justify your pains. Furnish your boy with good, whole. some reading matter. Have him read to you and with you. Discuss with him what you read and draw out his o>pinions and thoughts upon the sub jects. Help him to think early for himself. Make home a pleasant place: see to it that the boys don't have to go some wvhere else to secure proper freedom md congenial companionship. Take Lime and pains to make them feel com Fortable and contented, and they will riot want to spend their even ings'away From home. Pick your son's associates. See to it ~hat he has no friends that you do not <now about. Take an interest in all uis troubles and pleasures, and have aim feel perfectly free to invite his riends to the house. Take a little 3ains to make him and his friends com ortable and happy in his own home. Ele will not be slow to appreciate rou kindness. -Blown up by Nihiists. LONDoN, Aug. 19.-The Daily News ~vill tomorrow published a dispatch rom Trieste, that newspapers there -eport that an explosion occurred to lay at the artillery barracks a Tools, sapital of the government of that 2ame in Russia. Three hundred per tons are said to have been killed, in :luding many officers. The barracks tre a heap of ruins. An examination nto the cause of the explosion led to he discovery that the barracks had een undermined everywhere. Many trrests have been made of persons uspeeted of being implicated in the >uirage, which is suppsed to have een the work of nihilists. Prompt Punishment. BRANDON, Miss., Aug-. 15.-When dlarshall. Coleman and Fox were ar -aigned in court this morning for the nurder of T. F. Dinkins a few days ego all three entered pleas of guilty and were sentenced to the State peni entiary for life.