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LIFE IN RETROSPECT;
Dr. Talmage Calls the Roll of
Stirring Memories.
DRAWING HELPFUL LESSONS
From Past Experiences and Vi.
cissitude. Advantages of
Early Home Teachings
and Surroundings.
This sermon of Dr. Talmage calls the
roll of many stirring memories and in
terprets the meaning of life's vicissi
tudes. The text is Psalms xxxix. 3,
'While I was musing the fire burned."
Here is David, the psalmist, with the
forefinger of his right hand against his
temple and the door shut against the
world, engaged in contemplation. And
would be well for us to take the same
posture often while we sit down in
sweet solitude to contemplate.
In a small island off the coast of
Nova Scotia I once passed a Sabbath in
delightful solitude, for I had resolved
that I would have one day of entire
quiet before I entered upon autumnal
work. I thought to have spent the
day in laying out plans for Christian
work, but instead of that it became a
day of tender reminiscence. I reviewed
my pastorate; I shook hands with an
old departed friend, whom I shall greet
again when the curtains of life are
lifted. The days of my boyhood came
back and I was 10 years of age, and I
was 8, and I was 5. There was but one
house on the island, and yet from Sab
bath daybreak, when the bird chant
woke me, until the evening melted into
the bay of Fundy, from shore to shore
there were ten thousand memories, and
the groves were a-hum with voices that
had long ago ceased.
Youth is apt too much to spend all its
time in looking forward. Old age is
apt too much to spend all its time in
looking backward. People in midlife
and on the apex look both ways. It
would be well for us, I think, however,
to spend more time in reminiscence.
By the constitution of our nature we
spend most of the time looking forward.
And the vast majority of people live not
so much in the present as in the future.
I find that you mean to make a reputa
tion, you mean to establish yourself.
and the advantages that you expect to
achieve absorb a great deal of your time.
But I see no harm in this, if it does
not make you discontented with the
present or disqualify you for existing
duties. It is a useful thing sometimes
to look back and to see the dangers we
have escaped and to see the sorrows
we have suffered and the trials and wan
derings of our earthly pilgrimage and
to sum up our enjoyments. I mean,
so far as God may help me, to stir up
your memory of the past, so that in the
review you may be encouraged and
humbled and urged to pray.
There is a chapel in Florence with a
freseo by Guido. It was covered up
with two inches of stucco until our
American and European artists went
there, and after long toil removed the
covering and retraced the fresco. And
I am aware that the memory of the past
with many of you, is all covered up with
obliterations, and I now propose, so far
as the Lord may help me, to take away
the covering, that the old picture may
shine out again. I want to bind in one
sheaf all your past advantages, and I
want to bind in another sheaf all your
past adversities. It is a precious h.arv
est, and I must be cautious howl Iswing
the seythe.
Among the greatest advantages of
your past life were an early home and
its surroundings. The bad men of the
day, for the most part, dip their iheated
ptassions out of the boiling spring of an
anhappy home. We are not surpnised
to fn'i that Byron's heart was a con
centration of sin when we hear his
mother was abandoned and that she
made sport of his iniirmity and often
called hima "the lame brat." He who
has vicious praents has to fight every
inch of his way if he would maintain
hi5 integrity and at last reach the home
of the good in heaven. Perhaps your
early home was in a city. It may have
been when Pennsylvania avenue,
Washington, was residential, as now it
is commercial, and Canal street, New
York was far up town. That old house
in the city may have been demolished
or changed into stores, and it seemed
like sacrilege to you, for there was more
meaning in that small house than there
is in a granite mansion or a turreted
cathedral. Looking back, you see it as
though it were yesterday-the sitting
room, where the loved one sat by the
plain lamp light, the mother at the
evening stand, the brothers and sisters,
perhaps long ago gathered into the skies
then plotting mischief on the fior or
under the table, your father with firm
voice commanding a silenee that lasted
half a minute.
Oh, those were good days! If you
had your foot hurt, your mother always
had a soothing salve to heal it. If you
were wronged in the st.reet, your father
was always ready to protect you. The
year was one round of frolic and mirth.
Your greatest trouble waE an April
shower, more sunshine than shower.
The heart had hot been ransacked by
trouble, nor had sickness broken it, and
no iamb had a warmer sheepfold than
the home in which your childhood nes
tied.
Perhaps you were brought up. in the
country. You stand now today in mem
ory under the old tree. You clubbed
it for fruit that was not quite ripe, be
cause you could'nt wait any longer.
You hear the brook rumbling along over
the pebbles. You step again into the
furrow where your father in his shirt
sleeves shouted to the lazy oxen. You
frighten the swallows from the rafters
of the barn and take just one egg and
silence your conscience by saying they
will not miss it. You take a drink
again out of the very bucket that the
old well fetched up. You go for the
cows at nmght and find them pushing
their heads through the bars. Ofttimes
in the dusty and busy streets you wish
you were home again on that cool grass
or in the rag capeted hall of the farm.
house, through which there came the
breath of rnew mown hay or the blossom
of buckwheat
You may have in your windows now
beautiful plants and flowers brought
from across the seas, but not one of
them stirs in your soul so much charrn
and memory as the old ivy and the yel
geh sunflower that stood sentinel along
the garden walk and the forget-me-nots
llaying hide and seek mid the long
orass. The father who use to come in
sunburned from the field and sit down
on the doorsill and wipe the sweat from
his brow may have gone to his everlast
ing rest. The mother who used to si.
at the door a little bent over, cap and
spectacles on, her face mellowing with
the vicissitudes of many years, may
have put down her gray head en the
pillow in the valley, but forget that
home you never will. Have you thanked
thD 'essei reminiscees: vu: ,
thek God frt a Christian fatho!
Thank God for a Christian mother!
Thank God for an early Christian altar
at which you were taught to kneel!
Thank God for an early Christian
home!
I bring to mind another passage in
the history of your life. The day came
when you set up your own household.
The days passed along in quiet blessed
ness. You twain sat at the table morn
ing and night and talked over your
plans for the future. The most insig
nificent affair in your life became the
subject of mutual consultation and ad
visement. You were so happy you felt
you never could be any happier. One
day a dark cloud hovered over your
dwelling, and it got darker and darker.
but out of that cloud the shining mes
senger of God descended to incarnate
an immortal spirit. Two little feet
started on an eternal journey, and you
were to lead them, a gem to flash in
heaven's coronet. and you to polish it.
Eternal ages of light and darkness
watching the starting out of a newly
created creature. Xou rejoiced and
you trembled at the responsibility that
in your possession an immortal treasure
was placed. You prayed and rejoiced
and wept and wondered. You were ear
nest in supplication that you might lead
it thxough life into the kingdom of God.
There was a tremor in your earnestness.
There was a double interest about that
home. There was an additional inter
est why you should stay there and be
faithful, and when in a few months
your house was filled with the music of
the child's laughter you were struck
through with the fact that you had a
stupendous mission.
Have you kept that vow? Have you
neglected any of these duties? Is
your home as much to you as it used to
be? Have those anticipations been
gratified? God help you in your sol
emn reminiscence, and let his mercy
fall upon your soul, if your kindness
has been ill requited. God have mercy
cn the parent on the wrinkles of whose
face is written the story of a child's
sin. God have mercy on the mother
who, in addition to her other pangs,
has the pang of a child's iniquity. Oh,
there are many, many sad sounds in
this sad world, but the saddest sound
that is ever heard is the breaking of a
mother's heart'
I find another point in your life his
tory. You found one day you were in
the wrong road; you could not sleep
at night; there was just one word that
seemed to sob through your banking
house or through your office or your
shop or your bedroom, and that word
was "eternity." You sa'd: "I am not
ready for it. Oh, God have mercy!"
The Lord heard. Peace came to your
heart. In the breath of the hill and in
the waterfall's dash you heard the voice
of God's love; the clouds and the trees
hailed you with gladness; you came into
the house of God. You remember how
your hand trembled as you took up the
cup of the communion. Yuu remember
the old minister who consecrated it,
and you remember the church officials
who carried it through the aisle; you
remember the old people who at the
close of the service took your hand in
theirs in congratulating sympathy, as
much as to say, "Welcome home, you
lost prodigal," and, though those hands
be all withered away, that communion
Sabbath is resurrected today. It is
resurrected ,vith all its prayers and songs
and tears and sermons and transfigura
tion. Have you kept those vows?
Have you been a baekslider? God help
you. This day kneel at the foot of
mercy and start again for heaven.
Start now as you started then. I rouse
your soul by that reminiscence.
But I must not spend any more of
my time in going over the advantages
of your life. I just put them in one
great sheaf, and I call them up in your
memory with one loud harvest song,
such as the reapers sing. Praise the
Lord, ye blood bought immortals on
earth! Praise the Lord, ye crowned
spirits of heaven.
But some of you have not always had
a smooth life. Some of you are now in
the shadow. Others had their troubles
years ago. X ou are a mere wreck of
of what you once were. I must gather
up the sorrows of your past life. But
how shall I do it? You say that is im
possible, as you have had so many trou
bles and adversities. Then I will just
take two-the first trouble and the last
trouble. As when you are walking
along the street and there has been
music in the distance you unconsciously
find yourselves keeping step to the
music, so, when you btarted life, your
very life was a musical time beat. The
air was full of joy and hilarity. With
the bright clear oar you made the boat
skip. You went on, and life grew
brighter, until after awhile suddenly a
voice from heaven said, "Halt!" and
quick as the sunshine you halted, you
grew pale, you confronted your first
sorrow. You had no idea that the
flush on your child's cheek was an un
healthy flush. You said it cannot be
anything serious. Death in slippered
feet walked round about the cradle.
You did not hear the tread. But after
awhile the truth flashed on you. You
walked the floor. Oh, if you could,
with your strong, stout hand, have
wrenched that child from the destroy
er! You went to your room and you
said: "God, save my child! God, save
my child!" The world seemed going
out in darkness. You said, "I can't
bear it; I can't bear it." You felt as if
you could not put the long lashes over
the bright eyes, never to see them again
sparkle. If you could have taken that
little one in your arms and with it leap
ed the grave, how gladly you would
have done it! If you could let your
property go, your houses go, your land
and your storehouse go, how gladly you
would have allowed them to depart if
you could only have kept that one
treasure!
But one day there came up a chill
blast that swept through the bedroom,
and instantly all the lights went out,
and there was darkness-thick, murky,
impenetrable. shuddering darkness.
But Giod did not leave you there, Mercy
spoke. As you took up the bitter cup
to put it to your lips God said, "Let it
pass," and forthwith, as by the hand of
angels, another cup was put into your
hands. It was the cup of God's conso
lation. And as you have sometimes
lifted the head of a wounded soldier
and poured wine into his lips, so God
puts his left arm under your head and
with his right hand he pours into your
lips the wine of his comfort and his
consolation, and you looked at the
empty cradle and looked at your broken
heart, and you looked at the Lord's
chastisement, and you said, "Even so,
Father, for so it seemeth good in thy
sight!"
Ah, it was your first trouble. How
did you get over it? God comforted
you, You haze been a better man
ever since. You have been a better
woman ever since. In the jar of the
closing gate of the sepulcher you heard
the clanging of the opening gate of
heaven, and you felt an irresistible
drawing heavenward. You have been
spiritually better ever since that night
when the little one for the last time
put its arms around your neck and
tamma. Mat me in heam.
Buttl must come to your latest sor
row. What Was it? Perhaps it was
sickness. The child's tread on the
stair or the tick of the watch on the
stand disturbed you. Through the
the long weary days you counted the
figurcs in the carpet or the flowers in
the wall paper. Oh, the weariness of
exhaustion! Oh, the burning pangs!
Would God it were morning, would
God it were night, was your frequent
cry. But you are better, or perhaps
even well. Have you thanked God
that today you can come out in the
fresh air; that you are in your place to
hear God's name and to sing God's
praise and to implore God's help and to
ask God's forgiveness? Blessthe Lord
who healeth all our diseases and re
deemeth our lives from destruction.
Perhaps your last sorrow was a finan
cial embarrassment. I congratulate
some of you on your recrative profesiion
occupation, on ornate apparel, on a
commodious residence-everything you
put your hands on seems to turn to
gold. But there are others of you who
are like the ship on which Paul sailed
where two seas met, and you are brok
en by the violence of the waves. By
an unadvised indorsement, or by a con
junction of unforeseen events, or by
fire or storm, or a senseless panic, you
have been flung headlong, and where
you once dispensed great charities now
you have hard work to win your daily
bread. Have you forgotten to thank
God for your days of prosperity and
that through your trials some of you
have made investments which will con
tinue after the last bank of this world
has exploded and the silver and gold
are molten in the fires of a burning
world? Have you, amid all your losses
and discouragements, forget that there
was bread on your table this morning
and that there shall be a shelter for
your head from the storm, and there is
air for your lungs and blood for your
eye and a glad and glorious and trium
phant religion for your soul?
Perhaps your last trouble was a be
reavement. That heart which in child
hood was your refuge, the parental
heart, and which has been a source of
the quickest sympathy ever since, has
suddenly become silent forever. And
now sometimes, whenever in sudden
annoyance and without deliberation you
say, "I will go and tell mother," the
thought flashes on you, "I have no
mother." Or the father. with voice
less tender, but with heart as lovine.
watchful of all your ways, exu iant
over your success without saying i ;A
although the old people do talk it vver
by themselves, his trembling haLd on
that staff which you now keep as a fam
ily relic, his memory embalmed in
grateful hearts-is taken away forever.
Or there was your companion in life,
sharer of your joys and sorrows, taken,
leaving the heart an old ruin, where the
ill winds blow over a wide wilderness of
desolation, the sands of the desert driv
ing across the place which once blom
ed like the garden of God. And Ab:a
ham mourns for Sarah at the cave of
Machpelah. As you were moving
along your path in life, suddenly, right
before you, was an open grave. People
looked down, and they saw it was only a
few feet deep and a few feet wide, but
to you it was a cavern, down which went
all your hopes and all your expecta
tions. But cheer up, in the name of
the Lord Jesus Christ, the Comforter.
He is not going to forsake you. Did
the Lord take that child out of your
arms? Why, he is going to shelter it
better than you could. -He is going to
array it in a white robe and palm branch
and have it all ready to greet you at
your coming home. Blessed the broken
heart that Jesus heals! Blessed the
importunate cry that Jesus compassion
ates! Blessed the weeping eye from
which the soft hand of Jesus wipes
away the tear!
Some years ago I was sailing down
the St John river, which is the Rhine
and the Hudson commingled, and while
I was on the deck of the steamer a gen
teman pointed out to me the places of
interest, and he said, "All this is in
terval land, and it is the richest land
in all the provinces of New Brunswick
and Nova Scotia." "What," said I,
"do you mean by 'interval land?'"
"Well," he said, "this land is sub
merged for a part of the year. Spring
freshets come down, and all these
plains are overflowed with the water
and the water leaves a deposit, and
when the waters are gone the harvest
springs up, and there is a richer harvest
than I know of elsewhere." And I in
stantly thought, "It is not the heights
of the church, and it is not the heights
of this world that are the sceneof the
greatest prosperity, but the soul over
which the floods of sorrow have gone
the soul over which the freshets of trib
ulation have torn their way-that
yields the greatest fruits of righteous
ness and the largest harvest for time
and the richest harvest for eternity."
Bless God that your soul is interval
land!
There is one more point of absorbing
reminiscence, and that is the last hour
of life, when we have to look over all
our past existence. What a mnoment
that will be! 1 place Napoleon's dying
reminiscence on St. Helena beside Mrs.
Judson's dying reminiscence in the har
bor of St. Helena, the same island, 20
years after. Napoleon's dying remini
scence was one of delirium-"Tete
d'armee"-"Head of the army." Mrs.
Judson's dying reminiscence, as she
came home from her missionary toil
and her life of self sacrifice for God, dy
ing in the cabin of the ship in the har
bor cf St. Helena, was, "I always did
love the Lord Jesus Christ." And
then, the historian says, she fell into a
sound sleep for an hour and woke amid
the songs of angels. I place the dying
reminiscence of Augustus Co~sar against
the dying reminiscence of the apostle
Paul. The dying reminiscence of Au
gustus Cosar was, addressing his at
tendants, "Have I played my part well
on the stage of life?" and they answer
ed in the affirmative, and he said,
"Why, then, don't you applaud me?"
The dying reminiscence of Paul the
apostle was, "I have fought a good
fight, I have finished my course, I have
kept the faith; henceforth there is laid
up for me a crown of righteousness,
which the Lord, the righteous Judge,
will give me in that day, and not to me
only, but to all them that love his ap
pearing." Augustus Cosar died amid
pomp and great surroundings. Paul
uttered his dying reminiscence looking
up through the wall of a dunneon. God
grant that our dying pillow may be the
closing of a useful life and the opening
of a glorious eternity.
Praying Againt Caterpillars.
A remarkable demonstration took
place at St. Hilaire, Que., Tuesday,
Caterpillars, which last year played
havoc with apple orchards, seemed to
be more numerous and vigorous than
before. A crusade against them was
formally opened in the parish church
here, where mass was solemnized, after
which a religious procession, headed
by the priest, M. Lafiame, and the
choir boys, followed by 150 or more
parishioners, marched through the in
fected region with fervent prayers ask
ing divine assistance in their battle
aminte laue.
THE OLD VETERANS
(Continued from First Page,)
was carried by S B Scott.
The 23d Alabama regiment had a
very large battle flag. it was much
torn and burned. It was carried by
W ) Campbell.
Col Zimmerman Davis's old-regi men
tal flag, that of the 5th cavalry, was in
line, and was carried by N B Esson, of
Jonesville. There is not much of the
old flag left to tell the glorious story of
its fighting.
The 6th Georgia regiment was under
a special escort of four old soldiers in
full Confederate uniform. The flag
was carried by Mr. Steel.
The 3d South Carolina cavalry regi
ment, which was commanded by Col
Colcock, had its flag in line. The ban
ner was borne by J W Meggett.
Then came in a bunch the flags of
the following regiments; 21st North
Carolina, H B Hauser, bearer; 8th
North Carolina, McAllister, bearer;
51st North Carolina, McKethan, bearer;
12th South Carolina, Dunnovant's old
regiment, S W Ruff, bearer.
Lucas's Battery had its old battle
flag in line, and it was borne by Capt
Lucas himself.
The flag of the 2d Tennessee was car
ried by Guss Walker, of that State.
Col Zabel, of the 14th Louisiana,
has a battle flag that has a record.
Eleven men were killed or wounded
while carrying that flag to the front.
The 3d Georgia has a rather pecular
ly shaped battle flag. It started on its
memorable record at the battle of Mal
vern Hill, and was never known to lead
in a retreat.
The flag of the privateer "Jefferson
Davis" was displayed, and excited con
siderable attraction.
REVIEWED BY GEN. GORDON.
-At Marion square Gen Gordon sta
tioned himself to review the magnifi
cent procession that, as it passed looked
every man of five thousand or more.
As Gen Hampton, Gen Lee and Gen
Cabell joined Gen Gordon they lined
themselves up with him and joined in
the reviewing of the splendid line of
soldiers.
The officers of the Memorial Associa
tion, the sponsors and quite a large par
ty of Veterans and others went directly
up to the Cemetery, where the tribute
was to be paid to the memory of the
dead soldiers, while the body of the
Veterans went to the Auditorium build
uig, where exercises were to be held in
honor of the dead soldiers and those
who were carrying on the work.
The idea wss to have the salute fired
on Marion square, the ode reading and
the decoration of the graves occur
simultaneously at the different places.
AT MAGNOLIA.
At the cemetery the exercises were
simple, but beautiful. They were con
ducted by Col James G Holmes, who
knows so well how to attend to such
tender affairs. The opening prayer
was delivered by Bishop Capers. The
Rev Dr A Toomer Porter read an ode
for the occu-sion, and the benediction
was delivered by Bishop Stevens, of
Orangeburg. The graves were then de
eurated by the young ladies of the Con
federate Home, and by the ladies of
the Memorial Association and the la
dies of the Daughters of the Confeder
acy.
AT THE AUDITORIUM.
The main body of the Veterans went
to the Auditoriumn, where they partici
pated in the Memorial exercies at that
place, and heard the splendid address
of General George Moorman, of Louisi
ana.
Before the exercises were formally
opened the band played "Dixie," and
it would be difficult to realize a more
exultant gathering. The pent-feelings
of the "old rebs," as they call them
selves, had for the first time opportuni
ty of escaping. The scenes along the
line of march had been too much for
the old grey-haired soldiers, and when
they heard "Dixie" the cheering was
itense, and up went flags and banners
and hats to join in the chorus of ap
plause, as it were.
Gen. Walker invited Gen. Gordon to
take charge of the memorial exercises,
which Gen Gordon graciously consent
ed to do.
Gen Gordon said that he was not
present to make a speech, as another
had been selected for that honor. He
then paid a glowing tribute to the no
ble women of the South, who had done
so much for the men and for the his
tory of the country. He said that some
Frenchman had said that a Frenchman
was to be counte~d upon for bringing
about that which was great and new,
but if he viewed things correctly that
which had changed things for the South,
and those who had cast the minds of
the S )uth and made of it all that was
great and true were the noble women.
Before the address of the day was de
livered he called on Chaplain Jones to
deliver a prayer.
Ceaplain Jones, in the course of his
prayer,- blessed the noble women for
the devotion they had paid to the
heroes of the South, and in speaking of
the custom of decorating the graves he
prayed that God forbid that the custom
should ever be allowed to die out. He
prayed that the noble women of the
South continue to give the South such
men as they had had, and that the good
women of the Southland keep up the
noble work they had so earnestly un
dertaken.
Dr Jones said that the women of the
South had started the custom of deco
rating the graves; the custom had been
followed, and he was willing to grant
that others follow, but not that they
take away from the Southern women
this noble privilege.
Gen George Moorman, of Louisiana,
was then presented and delivered the
memorial address of the day.
Be Careful, Mothers.
Mothers, in training their little ones
to walk, seem never to think of how
the bones grow; that the bones in a
child's leg are soft, half castilaginous,
and that it is an easy thing to bend
them. Hence the need of being care
ful about having their children walk
too soon, or of keeping them on their
feet too long when they are first learn
ing to walk. The senseless conduict of
many parents in urging their children to
walk prematurely is productive of last
ing injury. L.>ng before soft bones ought
to have azny strain put upon, them, you
will see these poor infants made to
stand, and even to walk, and by the
time they are 14 or -16 months old their
legs are bent very considerably. Piti
ful and permanent deformities produced
in this way are seen on every hand.
Indeed, a person whose legs have not
been bent, more or less, either outward
or inward, by fond parental ambition,
is almost an exception among us. Un
der a year let the child creep; but do
not let it walk, seldom, indeed, stand,
and then only for a moment, and from
a year to 18 or 20 months do not en
courage it to walk much, still less set it
up on its feet to make it walk.
Is it the best? Taste and see. Best
in taste, best in results. No nauseat
ing dose, but so pleasant and natural in
effects that you forget you have taken
SHE KILLED HIM,
A Deceiver Shot by the Woman
He Had Fooled.
A SAD. SAD STORY.
Lawyer Wile, of Chicago, De
ceived Miss Burke and
She Killed Him While
He Sang.
Because she learned that she had
been deceived, Mabel Burke, a young
woman of 24, recently shot and fatally
wounded David J. Wile, a lawyer of
prominence, as he sat at a piano in a
room in a house at 2753 Washington
avenue, Chicago, and was singing a
love song.
After shooting Wile Miss Burke sent
a bullet into her own heart and fell
dead at the man's feet. Wile is an at
torney with a large practice, having a
suite of offices in the Hartford build
ing, Madison and Dearborn streets.
le resides with his wife and fourteen
year-old daughter at 3749 Indiana
avenue.
Wile had led the young woman to
believe that he was a single man and
had promised to make her his wife.
Last Monday Miss Burke, who lived
with friends at 6339 Champlain avenue,
learned that Wile was married and the
shock was such that it is believed her
mind became unbalanced.
Dtiring the past year Wile had paid
Miss Burke attention, calling frequent
ly at the house where she boarded. He
brought her flowers and other presents.
His apparent devotion won her love.
Miss Burke had for some time been in
poor health. Recently she decided,
after an unsuccessful operation, to try
Christian science and moved to the
Hotel Norwood, on Michigan avenue,
in order to be near the scientist who
was treating her. Wile visited her
there, he was recognized by some of
the residents of the hotel, and Miss
Burke was informed that he was mar
ried.
On Monday she consulted the city
directory and went to Wile's home
where she told Mrs. Wile of her hus
band's perfidy. Mrs. Wile said to
night that Miss Burke appeared nearly
distracted when she left after an hour's
interview, and that she was not sur
prised when the news of the tragedy
reached her. Tuesday Miss Burke
went to a friend and borrowed $10.
With that money she bought a revol
ver.
Developments show that the shoot
ing was premeditated, for in the wo
man's trunk was found a letter ad
dressed to a friend, in which she said
that her earthly struggles would soon
be ended. She made a few reqaests
regarding her funeral. In the letter
she did not mention Wile's name. She
requested that no wo.d be spoken for
her at her funeral, but asked for mu
sic. She also asked that her burial
should not be at Coloma, Mich., where
her father, Richard Burke, lives, be
cause of some family misunderstand
ing.
This afternoon Miss Burke met Wile
and they went together to the house on
Wabash avenue kept by Mrs. A. E.
Fitzgerald. Wile asked for a room in
which there was a piano. They were
shown into a room, where Wile at once
seated himself at the piano and began
to hum a melody, a love song which he
had often sung to his companion. She
had said nothing to him of her discov
ery of his deception, and he had no
reason to fear that she might do him
harm.
Wile had run his fingers over the
piano keys several times, Miss Burke
standing silently behind him. A re
volver shot rang out and three more
following in rapid succession. Wil3
swayed on the piano stool, but did not
fall.
As he turned he saw Miss Burke fall
lifeless at his feet. A colored maid
rushed into the room and found
Wile with blood pouring from his
wounds.
Later he was taken to the Post Grad
uate hospital, where it was found that
all three of Miss Burke's shots had
taken effect. One bullet had penetrat
ed the skull just back of the left ear;
one entered the neck at the base of the
brain, and the third penetrated the
back near the heart.
The attendant physicians said that
there was no possibility of Wile's re
covery. Miss Burke's body was taken
to the morgue. Policemen carried the
news of the tragedy to Mrs. Wile.
"I have expected this," she said.
"Only Monday Miss Burke came to me
and asked me if Mr. Wile was my hus
band. I told her he was. We had a
long talk, during which she told me the
story of the whole affair."
Mrs. Wile went to the hospital,
where she found her husband still con
scious.
"I have much to explain to you," he
said as his wife bent over him.
"No explanations are necessary," she
replied. "I know all and freely forgive
you."
Wile told the officers and physicians
that his relations with Miss Burke had
never been improper; that he met her
in a professional way, and that she be
came infatuated with him. She met
him today, he said and asked him to
play and sing for her. He consented,
and they went to the house together,
where she shot him as he was playing
and singing.
Mrs. Boane, with whom Miss Burke
had lived for several years, said tonight
that Wile's story is a tissue of false
hoods. She declared that he had met
with his just deserts,
Miss Burke was a stenographer in
the offices of the ?tna Insurance com
pany until some months ago, when
she was compelled by ill health to give
up her place. She was an attractive
girl.
Wile is 40 years old. He was still
alive at midnight, but his death is re
garded as a question of a few hours.
Titled Swindlers.
Baron Edgar de Bara, who is charged
with using the mails to defraud a num
ber of persons in England, went before
Judge Kohlsaat in the United States
district court in Chicago Thursday af
ternoon with a petition to have his bail
reduced from $10,000, but when he left
a few minutes later his bond had been
raised to $11,000. The court ordered a
bond of $10,000 in each of the 11 in
dictments, which were returned against
the titled prisoner and his wife by the
last federal grand jury. The Baroness
Fanny de Bara, who is at liberty on
$500 bail, will also appear in court to
plead Monday. 'lhe de Baras are said
to have represented themselves as
agents of the Edison Phonograph com
pany in Chicago, and to have swindled
their victims out of sums aggregating
$50,000
SEVEN THOUSAND ROO.
Wade Hampton Given a Grand Ovation
in Charleston.
Wade Hampton was given one of the
grandest ovation of his life in Charles
ton Tuesday night. He was the central
figure of the exercises at the de-iication
of the auditorium. Hampton was hon
ored to -the fullest measure, and when
he was introduced and rose the more
than 7,000 people in the audience rose
en masse. The cheering was deafening
and men, women and children waved
their handkerchiefs and hats in the air.
the old soldiers making the occasion
more thrilling wi'h their genuine rebel
yells.
The ovation was fully equal to that
memorable one at Richmond a few
years ago, and the old hero appreciated
it. He had but a few words to say
when he addressed the audience.
Mayor Smythe in introducing him
made use of the words of Shakespeare:
"I do not think a braver gentleman * *
is now alive." He referred to Gen.
Hampton as the noble citizen of Char
leston who honored his people Tuesday
night-the man firs: in the hearts of
Charleston people.
Gen. Hampton said he had not gone
to Charleston to make a speech. He
referred to the welcome always given
him there, and said that this one re
called to his mind the scenes of '76
and the men he had commanded. It
was Charleston that had given him the
means to accomplish what was done in
1876. Be referred to his childhood
memories of St. Michael's chimes.
There were no people he loved and valu
ed more than the people of Charlesten.
What Changed Them?
- Every high official and great light
formerly in the ranks of the Republi
can party were bimettalists ?nd favored
the free coinage of silver by the United
States-after 1873, when British gold
bad purchased its demonetization,
without the knowledge of those who
voted for it, every statesman in the
then Republican party favored its re
monetization, and every national Re
publican platform done likewise until
the bosses of the party sold it out, bag,
baggage, brains and boodlers to the
money changers at St Louis, in 1896,
and put Marcus Hanna in possespion as
master of the'hounds and keeper of
President McKinley. These are facts,
and are substantiated by the records.
Why, at the national convention of the
g. o. p. in 1888, when this same Wil
liam McKinley was chairman of the
committee on platform, he wrote in
that document these words; "The Re
publican party is in favor of the use of
both gold and silver as money, and con
demns the policy of the Democratic
administr:tion in is efforts to demone
tize silver." What a change seems to
have come over William since that time
-but that was before Mark became his
master. At that time also, every
metropolitan paper of any prominence
was in favor of the free coinage of
silver at the ratio of 16 to 1. Will some
or all of the Assistant Republican pa
pers in South Carolina, who pretend to
know everything about the money
question, explain why the g. o. p. de
serted free silver at the bidding of
Hanna and the other boodlers.
A Great Battle Pending.
The greatest political convention of
this century will be that of the Demo
cratic party next year to nominate the
man who will succeed McKinley as
president. It will either be the hottest
and most fiercely contested battle of
the century between the people and the
plutocrats, or it will be all one sided,
and for the people -let us work for the
latter. The gold clique will use every
means in their power to capture the
convention, for well they kaow they
can never again fool or coerce the
masses into voting into office another
Republican to be simply a man Friday
for the billionaire trusts to command.
It will be well, even now, for silver men
to be on their guard against sending
delegates to precinct, county or state
conventions, who are not known to be
true blue. This precaution is neces
sary in order to keep the silver forces
in command. One hears a great deal
about the "silver craze" being over and
such other rot, but it all emenates
from the gold-bug Republicans or their
active allies, the gold-bug Democrats or
Assistant Republicans as they are some
times more properly called, wI o try t
fool themselves into the notion that
what they claim is true. The silver
issue will be the most prominent one
in next year's battle, and all friends of
the white metal should do all they can
to gain a glorious victory for the people
over the Mark Hanna's and their pup
pets of the McKinley stripe.
Death of a Prominent Negro.
Frank W. McCarthy; one of the most
prominent Negroes in southwest Geor
gia, died at his home in Albany, Ga.,
Tuesday. His funeral occurred from
the A. M. E. church Wednesday after
noon and was attended by an immense
conourse of both whites and blacks.
For the first time in the history of Al
bany, a town of 8,000 inhabitants,
every store and office was closed in
honor of a Negro, no business being
transacted while the funeral was in
progress. McCarthy never dabbled in
politics, but was probably the most in
fluential Negro in the county. His
death is deplored alike by white and
colored people.
A Bold Hold Up
Six masked burglars early Wednes
day held up Emmett Meyer, night
watchman at Bengal's Bavarian brewe
ry, Wilmington, Del., anid engineer
Festing, and blew open the safe and
carried off five hundred dollars in cash
and three hundred dollars in cash, and
nine hundred dollars in checks. Mey
er. twenty minutes later telephoned the
police, who expect to catch the burg
lars during the day. Meyer was held
up by four masked men as he approach
ed the building and was bound. After
the explosion the men ran off and Meyer
got loose and started to hunt Fest
ing, who he found tied to the engine
room
Doetor and Family Cremated.
The residence of Dr. L. C. Bagwell,
10 miles east of Dalton, Ga., was burn
ed early Wednesday. Dr. Bagwell, his
three children and their negro house
keeper were burned to death. It is
supposed a lamp which Dr. Bagwell
had on a table near his bed exploded.
WE have been sending missionaries
te Japan and trying to Christianize the
people of that country, whom we have
been accustomed to regard as only par
tially enlightened, and now it is said
that Japan is about to appeal to the
United Statet to stop the slaughter of
the Filipinos.. and offers to become a
-meiato toing about that result.
POWDER
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STRIKING A MATCH. STORY OF A DIVER.
Mian, Wicked MIan; Wil Do It AnywhereI
Man.Wiced an;Wil DoIt nywertPerilous Adventures of a 3;an Whose
He Can.
"I may be wrong," said the little wo
man in the cross seat of the car, "but Diver Robert E. Case of Portland,
I fully believe that a man would strike in the course of his ten years' employ
a match on the tombstone of his moth- ment as a diver has had many interest
er," and her eyes snapped and her ing experiences and close calls from
cheeks flushed at the idea of such a death.
sacrilege. Chase is aiot 35 Years of age, Stands
Go where one will, into the most out about 5 feet 10 inches and weighs over
of the way places or corner to ignite a 160 pounds, and is one of the pleasant
match, telling streaks will be found as est men that one would care to meet
positive proof that a match striker has He is very modest-seldom talking
been there before. Raise the drapery about his own work, but a while
about a mantel and peer underneath ago the writer succeeded in getting him
and there again will come in view the to tell a few of his experiences.
cabalistic brown tracks, the "blazed Probably one of the most important
away," as it were, of the match strik- jobs upon which he ever worked, and
Ing guild. certainly one of the longest, was the
On every side of lampposts, fireplugs laying of the water pipes across the
and bulk window frames are to be Kennebec River at Bath. This Job re
found the trail of the successor of tle quired the laying of 3,000 feet of big
tinder box and steel. Letter boxes, waterpipe, with a ball and socket Join
street corners, every pillar in the ele- in water, the average depth of Wvhich
vated structures, door jambs, wash- was fifty feet. Sometimes the depfh was
stands and dressing cases possess the over seventy and at times down to
hiero or pyro-glyphic. about thirty. The conditions that pre
Even church-edifices are not sacred vailed at that point were such that the
when the hurry call is issued for a divers could only work upon the tide,
light. Even altar rails have been vis- and so It took from August unti the
ited by the same torch. In fact, there following April to complete the Job.
is no place too sacred or too much out A few years ago Mr. Chase nearly
of the way not to have, at one time lost his life while at work raising a-.
or the other, received the necessary sloop which had sunk in Boothbay
friction required to secure a light. Harbor. He got fouled with the cable.
Armed with a match, and a slight of a buoy which rked the location
blaze being a necessity, the holder will of the wreck, and was hung up for
make for the nearest spot to obtain forty minutes. Is air hose was
the necessary friction. Upon the .va- caught in such a way that but very lit
riety stage, even, the production of tle air could get through it with the
flame from the sulphur tipped sliver of pump working to Its beat advantage,
wood is utilized by queerly made UP but the pump was an old one and did
mummers to win the laugh of the man not work well. When he Was finally""
who has paid to see. A made up bald cleared and hauled to the surface he
head is an attractive spot, and furnish- was unconscious and black in the face
ed the desired place for coaxing the from the want of air. It was fared
flame and bringing a laugh from the that he would die, but he recovered,
theater patrons. It always succeeds, and on the next day went down and
and would have been a star perform- finished the work of raising the sloop.
ance coeval with Joe Miller's joke book Probably the closest call that Chase
had matches been in existence at that ever had was while using dynamite to
time. blow out the pilings of an old brldge
which had been torn down. His ten-.'
As With One Voice They Spoke Up.
At a little gathering not long ago the worked for a diverbefore. Chase weut
guests played some simple games and down ad placed the stick of dynamite
told ghost stories, and managed to have i position and started to come bac to
a good time in the old-fashioned way. where he would be hauled to the sm
Pretty soon one of the gentlemen face. He hadcovered of e
said: tance when he discovered a pile that
"I don't believe we appreciate what would not have to be blown, hut which
a steady old slow coach the human could readily be hoisted to the urfa er
brain is. Notwithstanding all our with a rope, and signalled the tender
talk about quick wits, and flashes of to send him down a rope.
intelligence, the brain is not so easily The tender misunderstood the signal,'
thrown from its accustomed ruts. If, and, turning to the mm. who was look4
for instance, I ask a question Which Ing after the battery, called out
is entirely new to you, but which your "It's al right, fire the charge!"
honest old brain mistakes for a query Now it -happened that the man who
quite similar in construction, it will
go right ahead and telegraph the re-olanepricdtndrndkw.
ply in its own hidebound way." thtiwantllrgtofrehe
"That sounds interesting," said onechrewietemnasudrat.
of the guests, "but show us an exam- H ett h ieo h la n
pe." to odo h ieiejs nt'et
"I will," said the first speaker, "with rcietescn inlfrarp
the proviso that you answer it prompt- mCaeTeroewsendw,
ly." He smiled, and then, withoutbuItwingtefe askewo
any haste, quietly asked: "Who saved ~nro sae h edrwo
the life of Pocahontas?"caenaenig hsesxprne
"John Smith!" roared twenty voices,.sadvrol ore n oedy
"You see," said the questioner,. n hnqi-e ee aeaon
Alcoholic Milk. fe i py ihr
It has long been known that ginger- I a hl twr nti o
beer Is a favorite drink of teetotalers,tatCaetothrwhhstndr
as being cooling and refreshing, but tmite xlso.H a endw
is not so generally known that it con-adpae h hre u h ie
tains an appreciable quantity of alco- wihwsstigotsrnwse
hol-about 2 per cent. It has now itdwamotuerhefa.Cas
been discovered by a German chemist
that milk containing alcohol can be a utrece h opadlae
got "straight from the cow." He wasovrtesdofhelatnte sa
employed to examine some milk whichatiueodvrsw nrsighe
had an irritating taste, and discoveredthcarewsxpod.Tehck
that it contained alcohol to the amount trwtefotadaltemnit h
of 0.96 per cent. The cause was notaindCsem tsulyhvben
far to seek, for the herd belonged to a trw notewtr'u o h
distillery, and were fed on the 'waste,prsneomidfthsaeanwo
which contained alcohol, which aleo-svdhmteohrtmwocuh
hl was excreted In the milk. It 'willhmadhl i ntefot
however, be a comfort to really enthu- h odro hs cietwsta
sastic teetotalers to know that the ob- ayoecm u fi lvfruo
noxious addition was easily driven off tefotwsacs f10sik f
by heat. Alcoholic preparations ofdyaiewhcfrutlwsnt
milk, such as koumiss, 'have, of course, epoe ytesok
been known from time immemorial, Caesy h otdsgeal
but the fact of alcoholic milk straightpatohiwrksdvngfree
from the cow Is, at first sight, start- bie.H a aesvrlqikr
ling.coresoboisdrnhicaers
The surgical An?.abutwyeraghnheecv
The native Brazilian, far removed as e h oyo ae olg tdn
he usually is from doctors and sur- nmdWls njs ieenmn
geons, depends upon a little ant to sew
up his wounds when he Is slashed orutsfothtieedveehate
scratched. Trutn to tell, the average bd u ftewtruo h ak
surgeon could do the job no better than Thdepswarin hcheev*
these little insects. The ant has two wre a f g icna a
strong nippers on his head. They are Hro.Hr ewsdw 0 eta
his weapons for battle or a forage.wokunthwrcofaGuete
When a Brazilian has cut himself, forfihnscoer
example, he picks up an ant, presses________
the nippers against the wound, one on Fit esl od
each side, and then gives the bug a Ctgasaewudb oePP
squeeze. The indignant insect nat-ulrIdeeswodctpie.
urally snaps his nippers together,
piercing the flesh and bringing the Amaiselo inreednth
lacerated parts close together. Thewegtoanhrmn'bud.
Brazilian at that moment gives the Ruoisgsp'stngfrad
ant's body a jerk, and away it files, tuhi h yaiegnta eue
leaving the nippers imbeded in the
flesh, that kills the ant, but, as he hasit
served his most useful purpose, in lire, i lashrsagr hnoeo
it is well. The operation is repeatedheolbaumrishrbstgl
until the wound is sewed up neatlyfred
and thoroughly. Abccept h esnwoI
The Fishing Otter. woeerh
Chinese and Indian fishermen hare I' iemnwocnapa
an ingenious way of training the otter.stpdatiebtom mncry
They catch the small cub and put a
collar round the throat. The littleitoexs.
creature, finding itself unable for days Soegrsamthtengmns
together to swallow anything it catches aefiuebtte aeterdut
gives up trying to do so, and finally a omrigs
believes for the rest of its life that an Tewr fsm rit h li
otter can only swallow such food as
It receives direct from its master's t ewde oatdentIdct
hand, and, accordingly. It faithfullyththeeIevnaeggmn.
brings to the bank all the fish it cap.- hysyta ace r aei
turs. eenlout denirs faan mahesty
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paysuh cmpay itIsugesedwHoes wilery n mdsty-seld toalefer
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widey te ltte plythertade ath the iter sUniteed Sntatng h
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the lams wre ommuicaedo ote s eelwth ever prtiesdwn sinc
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