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IN HIS STEF I "What Would dcsus Oo ? ? - ? i By Charles ML Sheldon. Aacanc* PubUtkinQ Ox u/ c'hfeuei CHAPTER XL nicMwMMM *all go twfor? bin and shall Mt * ft* Um war feto ?*t* Tae\ bishop wu not in t ho habit of carrying much money with him, and the man with the atake, who wan Marching him. uttered an oath at the email amount of change he found. An ha attarat) it the man with the pistol savagely amid: 4'Jerk ont his watch! We might aa well get all we can ont of the Job," The man with the ttake waa on the point of laying hold of the chain when them waa the sonnd of footsteps coming toward them "Get behind the fennel We haven't half searched him yet Mind yon keep ahnt now if yon don't want"? The man with the pistol made a aig aiicant gesture with it. and his com? panion polled and pn?hed the bishop the alley and through a ragged opening in the fence. The three fetood still there in the shadow until the footsteps passed. "Now. then, have yon got the watch ?'' asked the man with the piatol. "No. the chain is caught some where!" And the other man swore "Break it. then!" "No. don't break it" the bishop amid. And it was the ftrst time he had spoken "The chain is the gift of a very dear friend. I should be sorry to hare it broken." At the sound of the bishop's voice the man with the piatol started as if he had been suddenly shot Iv his own weapon. With a quick movement of his other hand he turned the bishop's head toward what little light was shining from the alleyway, at the same time taking a step nearer- Then, to the evi? dent amazpi'ient of hat companion, he said rough lj "Leave the watch alone. We've got the money. That's mo ugh. " "Enough' Fifty cents' Yon don't reckon"? Before the man with the stake could any another word he was confronted with the mo axle of the pistol, turned from the bishop's head toward his own. ''Leave that watch be and put back * the money too This ia the bishop we've held up?the bishop 1 Do yon hear?" "And what of if The president of the United States wouldn't be too good to hold np if' ? "I say. yon put the money back, or in nve minotos I'll blow a hole through yoor head that'll let in more sense than yon have to spare now." said the other. For a second the man with the stake seemed to hesitate at thia at ange turn in events, as if measuring his compan? ion a intention. Then he hastily drop? ped the money back into the bishop's pocket. "Ton can take your hands down, sir The man with the weapon low? ered it alowly. atill keeping an eye on the other man and speaking with rough The bishop alowly brought his to his side and looked earnestly at tne two ue n In the (i in light it was difficult to distinguish fuaturee. He wus evub ntIv free to go his way now. but he stood there, making no movement "Yon can goon. Yen needn't stay any longer on our account' * The man who had acted aa spokesman turned and eat down on a stone. The other man stood viciously digging his stake into the ground "That's just what I'm staying for." replied the biahop. He ant down on a Lc?xd that projected from the broken "Yon mnat like our company It is hard sometimes for people to tear them? selves away from us." the man stand? ing up aaid. laughing coarsely "Hbul up!" exclaimed the other "We're on the road to hell, though: that's sure enough We n? ed better company than enrselves und the devil. " "If you would only allow me to be af any help"? The bishop ?poke g?n tly. even loviu rly The man on the stono stared at the bishop through the darktocaa. After n moment of silence It ? spo'<'? alowly. liko one who had finally decided upon a course ho-had at tir%t _i_^ .i rejectee* "Do yon remember ever seeing me before?" "N\>. *aid tho bishop. "The lischt is viTy Rood, and I have really not a K<M>d l(N>k nt you. " "Do yon know me now?" The man mid'.. i.ly took ? ft his hat and. ej.ttimj ap from the stone, walked over to the hi-h..p until t'i v w> n> tear enough to toueh tnth other The man's hair wan e<>al black, ex cn&t one ?|?ot on the top of his head about na larg" JM tie- ('aim of the hand, which wa* white. The minute the bishop saw that ho started Tho memory of *."? years a-^o Organ to stir in him The man helped him "Don't yon remember one day back in * 1 it a mm. name t . your bJMM and told a story altoiit his wife und ehiId hat oig \* ni but lied to death in a tenement fire in New York?" "Yea; 1 begin InpeaiB now." mur? mured the bishop. The other man ?eeni'd to U? interested He erased dlK" ging his stake in the ground and stood ?til), listening "Do >o-n r? member h w yon took me Into pour own house that night and ?pent all the next day trj in_: to find me a job and how. when you succeeded in getting me a place in a warehouse us fnremnn. 1 prom Lied to (put drinking tans yon aeked me to ?'' .Hi feanemberJl now," the biahou r<L plied gently. "I hope yon have "kept yonr promise. " The man langhi d savagely. Then he struck his hand against the fence with auch nllN passion that he drew blood. "Kept it I I was drunk inside of a week. I've been drinking ever since, but I've never forgotten yon or your prayer. Do yon remember, the morning after I came to yonr house and after breakfast, yon had prayers and asked me to come in and sit with the rest 1 That got me. Bnt my mother nsed to pray. I can see her now kneeling down by my bed when I was a lad. Father came in one night drank and kicked her while she was kneeling there by me, bnt I never forgot that prayer of jours that morning. You prayed for me just as mother used to. and you did not teem to take count of the fact that I was ragged and tough looking and more than half drank when I rang your doorbell My Qod. what a lifo I've lived! The saloon has housed me and homed me and made hell on earth for ma But that prayer stuck to me all the time. My promise not to drink was oroken in e thousand pieces inside of two Snndaya. and I lost the job you found for me and lunded in a police sta? tion two days afterward, but 1 never forgot you or your prayer. 1 don't know what good it s done me, but I never forgot it. and 1 won t do any harm to you nor let any one else So you're free to go That's why ' The bishop did not stir. Somewhere a church clock struck 1 The man had put on his hat and gone back to his seat on the stone. The bishop wus thinking hard **How long is it since you hud work?' he asked, and th" man standing up answered for the other "More'n six months since either of ns did anything to tell of. unless you count holding np work I call it pretty wearing kind of a job myself, especially when we put in a night like this one and don't make nothing." "Suppose I found good jobs for both of yon Would yoa quit this and begin all overt' "What's the ose?' The man on the ?tone spoke sullenly "I've reformed n hundred times Every time I go down deeper The devil's begun to forcelose on me already It's too late.1 "No!" said the hishop. and never be fore the most entranced audience had he felt the desire for souls burn up in him to strongly All the time he sat there during the remarkable scene he prayed "O Lord Jesus, give me the .souls of these two for thee' 1 am huu gry for theui! Qivo them to me!' "No!** the bishop repeated "What does God want of yon two men? It doesn't so much matter what I want, but he wants just what 1 do in this ca*e You two men are of infinite valne to him. " And then the bishop's won? derful memory came to his aid in an appeal such as no one else on eurth among men could make under such cir? cumstances He had remembered the man's name in spite of the wonderfully busy years that lay between his coming to the house and the present moment "Burns, he said, and he yearned over the men with an unspeakable long ing for them both, "if yon and your friend here will go home with me to? night 1 will find you both places of honorable employment 1 will believe in you and trust you Yon are both com para tively young men Why should God lose you? It is a great thing to win trre love of the great Father It is a small thing that I should love you. but if you need to feel again that theie is love in the world yon will believe me when I say. my brothers, that 1 love you. and in the name of him who was crucified for our aius I cannot bear to see yon miss the glory of the human life Cornel Be men I Make another try for it. God helping you No one but God and yon and myself need ever know anything of this tonight He has forgiven it The minute you ask him to yon will find that true Come* We'll fight it ont together, von two and I It's worth fighting for Everlasting life is. It was the sinner that Christ came to help I'll do what I can for you O God. give me ih% souls of these two men I* The bishop b^oke into a prayer to God that was a continuation of his up peal to the men His pent up feeling had no other outlet Before he had prayed many moments Burns was sit ting with his face buried in his hands, sobbing Where were his mother's prayers new? They wero adding to the jjovver of the bishop s And the other uu.n. harder less moved, without a previous kn. WY dge of the hishop. leaned back tgall st the fence, stolid at first, but as the grayer went on he was moved by it Vs hat force of the Holy Spirit swept o\ r his dulled, brutal, coarsened Uff nothing but the eternal tec..ids of the recording angi I can ever dltCtOte, but that samesupernatural DTttJ net thai smote Paul on tiie road to l)amascus und poured through Henry Maxwell's church the morning he asked dixiples to follow in Jama' steps and had again broken irresistibly over the Nazareth Avenue congregation now manifested himself in this foul corner of thenughtv city and over the natures of these two sinful, sunken men. apparently lost to all the pleadings of conscience und memory of (?od The bishop s prayef seemed to br< ak open the crust that had for years surrounded these two men and shut them oil from divine communicu tion. and they themselves wert? thor I oughly startled by the event The bishop, ceased., and at Mrs}, he himself did not realist what had hap- | pened Neither did the two mon. Burns still sat with his head bowed between i his hands The man leaning against the fence looked at the bishop with a face j in which new emotions of awe, repent- i ance. astonishment and a broken gleam of joy struggled tor expression. The bishop rote. "Come, my brothers I God is good ! Yon shall stay at the settlement tonight. | and 1 will make good my promise as to ] the work.' The two men followed the bishop in silence. When they reached the settle? ment, it was after 2 o'clock. The bishop let them in and led them to a room. At the door he paused a moment. His tall commanding figure stood in the door? way, and his pule face, worn with his recent experiences, was illuminated with the divine glory "God bless you. my brothers!" he said. and. leaving them his benediction, he went away. In the morning he almost dreaded to face the men, tut the impression of the night had not worn away. True to his promise, the bishop secured work for them. Hie janitor at the settlement needed an assistant, owing to the growth of the work there. So Burns was given the place The bishop succeeded in get? ting his companion a position as driver for a firm of warehouse dray manufac? turers not far from the settlement. And the Holy Spirit, struggling in these two darkened, sinful men. began his marvelous work of regeneration. It was the afternoon following that morning when Burns was installed in his "new position as assistant janitor that he was cleaning off the front steps ?f the settlement when he paused a moment and stood up to look about him. The first thing he noticed was a beer sign just across the alley. He could al? most touch it with his broom from where he stood. Over the street imme? diately opposite were two large saloons, and a little farther down were three more. Suddenly tho door of tho nearest sa? loon opened, and a man came out At tho same time two more went in. A strong odor of beer floated up to Burns as he stood on the steps of the settle? ment He clutched his broom handle tight and began to sweep again. He had one foot on the porch and another oti the step just below. He took another step down, still sweeping The sweat st"H>d out on his forehead, although the day was frosty and the air chill The saloon door opened again, and three or four men came out A child went in with a pail and came out a moment later with a quart of beer The child ' I went by on the sidewalk just below him. and the odor of the beer came up to him He took another step down, still sweeping desperately His fingers were purple as be clutched the handle of the broom. Then suddenly he pulled himself up one step and swept over the spot he had , just cleaned. He then dragged himself by a tremendous effort back to the floor of the jiorch and went over into the cor? ner of it farthest from the saloon and began to sweep there "O God," he tried, "if the bishop would only come back!' The bishop had gone out with Dr Bruce somewhere, and there was no one about the settlement that he knew He swept in the corner for two or three minutes His fa* e was drawn with the agony of the conflict Gradu? ally he edged out again toward the steps and began to go down them He looked toward the sidewalk and saw that he had left one step unswept The sight seemed to give him a reasonable excuse for going down there to finish his sweep? ing He was on the sidewalk now. sweeping the last step, with his face toward the settlement and his back turned partly on the saloon across the alley He swept the step a dozen times The sweat rolled over his face and drop? ped down at his feet By degrees he felt that he was drawn over toward that end of the step nearest the saloon He conjd smell the beer and rum now as the fumea rose around him It was like the infernal sulphur of the lowest hell, and yet it dragged him. as by a giant's hand, nearer its source. He was down in the middle of the sidewalk now, still sweeping He clear? ed the space in front of the settlement and even went out into the gutter and swept that He took off his hat and rub? bed his sleeve over his face His lips were palid. and his teeth chattered. He ! trembled all over like a palsied man and staggered buck and forth, as if he { were already drunk. His soul shook within him He had crossed over the little piece of atone flagging that measured the width of the alley, and now he stood in front of tho saloon, looking at tho sign und staring into the window at the pile of whisky and beer Isjttles nrrunged in a great pyramid inside He moistened his lips with his tongue and took a step forward, looking around him stealthily The door suddenly opened again, and Some one came out Again the hot. ' penetrating smell of the liquor swept out Into the cold air. und he took an other step toward the saloon door which had shut behind the customer As he laid hit fingert on the door handle ! a tall figure came around the corner It was the bishop He leised Burns by the arm and drag i ged him back upon the sidewalk The 1 frentied man. now mad for drink. 1 shrieked out a curse and struck at the 1 bishop savagely it is doubtful if he I really km w at first wie? waa snatching him away from his ruin The blow fell upon the bishop's face and cut a gash In his ? heck He never uttered a word, but over his face a look of innjostle sorrow swept He picked Burns up as if he had been a child and actually carried him up the steps Into tie- settlement He placed him down in the hall and then shut the door and put his back against it Burns fell OU his knees, sobbing and praying The bishop stood there, pant? ing with his exertion, although Burns was a slight built man and had not been a great weight for 0110 of the bishop's strength to curry. The bishop wus moved with unspeakable pity. I "I'rev? ?urns?pxay &s, rou never prayed before' Nothing eise will save yon!" '?O God I Pray with me! Save me! Oh. save nie from my hell I" cried Bornti and the bishop kneeled by him in the hall and prayed as only ho could. After that they arose, and Burns went into his room. He came out of it that evening like a humble child, and the bishop went his way, older from that experience, bearing on his body the marks of the Lord Jesus. Truly lie was learning something of what it | means to walk in his steps. But the saloon I It stood there, and all the others lined the street liko so |iany traps set for Burns. How long would the man be able to resist the smell of the damnable stuff ? The bishop was out on the porch. The air of the whole city seemed to be impregnated with the odor of beer. "How lcng, O God. how long?" the bishop prayod. Dr. Bruce came out. and the two friends talked over Burns and his temp* tat ion "Did you ever make any inquiries about the ownership of this property adjoining us?" the bishop asked. "No: I haven't taken time for it. I will now if you think it would be worth while. But what can we do. Edward, against the saloon in this great city V It is as firmly established as the churches or politics. What power can ever re? move it?" "God will do it in time, as he re? moved slavery," replied the bishop gravely. "Meanwhile I think we have a right to know who controls this saloon so near the settlement." "I'll find out." said Dr. Bruce. Two days later he walked into the business office of one of the members of Nazareth Avenue church and asked to see him a few moments. He was cor? dially received by his old parishioner, who welcomed him into his room and urged him to take all the time he wanted. "I called to see yon about t#Vint prop? erty next to the settlement, where the bishop and myself now are, you know I am going to sneak plainly, because life is too short and too serious for us both to have any foolish hesitation about this matter Clayton, do you think it is right to rent that property for a saloon ?" Dr. Brace's question was as direct and uncompromising as he had meant it to be The effect of it on his old pa? rishioner was instantaneous. The hot blood mounted to the face of the man who sat there, a picture of business activity in a great city Then he grew pale, dropped his head on his hands, and when he raised it again Dr Bruce was amazed to see a tear roll over his parishioner's face. "Doctor, did you know that 1 took the pledge that morning with the oth? ers?" "Yes, I remember." "But you never knew how I have been tormented over my failure to keep it in this instance That saloon prop? erty has been the temptation of the devil to me It is the best paying in? vestment at present that I have, and yet it was only a minute before you came in here that I was in an agony of remorse to think how I was letting a little earthly gain tempt me into denial of the very Christ I had promised to follow I know well enough that he would never rent property for such a purpose. There is no need, dear doctor, for yon to say a word more. " Clayton held out his hand, and Dr. Bruce grasped it and shook it hard. After a little he went away, but it was a long time aft? erward that he learned all the truth a^bout the straggle that Clayton had known It was only a part of the his? tory that belonged to Nazareth Avenue church since that memorable morning when the Holy Spirit sanctioned the Christlike pledge Not even the bishop and Dr. Brace, moving as they now did in the very presence itself of divine im? pulses, knew yet that over the whole sinful city the Spirit was brooding with mighty eagerness, waiting for the dis? ciples to arise to the call of sacrifice and Buffering, touching hearts long dull and cold, making business men and money makers uneasy in their absorption by the one great struggle for more wealth and stirring through the church as never in all the city's history the church had been moved. The bishop and Dr Brace had already seen some wonderful things in their brief life at the settle? ment They were to see far greater Boon, more astonishing revelations of the Divine power than they had sup? posed possible in this age of the world Within a month the saloon next the Bettlement was closed. The saloon keep? er's lease had expired, and Clayton not only closed the property to the whisky men. but offered the use of the building to the bishop and Dr. Bruce for the set? tlement work, which had new grown so large that the building was not sum* cient for the different industries that were planned. One of the most Impor? tant of these was the pure food depart? ment suggested by Felicia It was not u month after Clayton turned the saloon property over to th<? settlement that Felicia found herself installed in the very room when* souls had been 'ost as h ad of a department not only of cook ing. but of a course of housekeeping for girls who wished to go out to service She was now a resident of the settle? ment and found a home with Mrs Bruce and the other young women from the city who were residents Martha, the violinist, remained at the place where the bishop had first discovered the two girls and came ov? r to the set? tlement certain evenings to give ioasoni in music. "Felicia, tell us your plan in full now.' said the bishop one evening when, in a rare interval Of rest from the great pressure of work. he. with Dr Bruce and Felicia, had come in from the otle r building "Well. I have long thought of the hired girl problem." said Felicia with an air of wisdom that made Mrs Brace smile as she looked at the enthusiastic, vital beauty of this young girl, trans formed Into a new creature by the promise she hail made to live the Christ like life, "and I have reached certain conclusions in regard to it that yon Lijn ;;ve not yet nble to fathom, but Mrs. brace here will understand me." "We acknowledge our infancy, Fe? licia, (jr., on," said the bishop humbly "Then tliis is what I propose to do The old saloon building is large enough to arrange into a suit of rooms that will represent on ordinary house. My plan is to have it so arranged and then teach honsekeeping and cooking to girls who will afterward go out to service. The course will be six months long. In that time I will teach plain cooking, neatness, quickness and a love of good work." "Hold on, Felicia!" the bishop inter? rupted. "This is not an age of mira? cles. [to de continued.] ft JoS CUBAN OIL cures Cuts, L Burns, Bruises, Rheuma? tism and Sores. Price, 25 cts Solii h? Hugbeon-Lifmn Go. THOSE BOER LADIES. By Middle Life They Are Almost Too Fat to Walk. The Boer woman is very little like the trim, handsome Dntchwoman of her ancestral Holland. She is seldom pretty. Her complexion is her princi? pal charm, and she guards this care? fully whenever she goes out. She is never seen outdoors without a great peaked bonnet on her head, her visits to church being made behiud an al? most oriental seclusion of veils. This is necessary to preserve the pink and white ef her skin, for the climate would otherwise soon tan it to the col? or of sole leather. Her eyes are small and set close together, and her features are irregular. Her cheeks are broad and flat, and her hair is naturally light in color, although time and weather soou bleach it from its early straw color. At a very early age she loses all her teeth, for she is constantly chewing sweet cakes and confection? ery. A European woman would replace the molars that nature has deprived her of with well mounted works of art, but the Boer woman does not do this. She thinks It would be impious thus to try to duplicate the work of the Creator. Her figure is thick and almost walatleea. While still a young woman she begins to grow fat, and by the time middle life is reached she is often so unwieldy that the only ex? ercise she is able to take is to waddle cumbrously from one armchair to an? other. She is clad in a loose, scantily made gowu, devoid of trimming and (apparently waist lets. The day gar? ments of the Boers are also their night clothes, so the gown is generally wrin? kled.?Charleston News and Courier. Samoa's Talking. Man, Samoa's talking man, or "tolafali," is a character. All the affairs of state of the village in which he holds office are carried upon his shoulders. In or? dinary he is the chief adviser, persuad? er, convincer and restrainer of the leading chiefs. Having the gift of eloquence, he makes the most of it. He enjoys im? munity from many things. He cannot be spoken of in ordinary terms. If it should be necessary to speak of his eyes or his mouth or his limbs, special honorable words must be used, words which attach to him alone and have never been applied to the personal parts of ordinary men. As he stands to deliver his soft, per? suasive, mellifluous oratory, with staff of office in his hand and his fly duster thrown over his shoulder, any one can see thnt he is a man of great impor? tance, or If this is not apparent from his attitude it may be gathered from the attention paid to his utterances by gray haired chiefs and by youths and maidens. If the talking man is a clev? er fellow and understands his busi? ness, he is the chief ruling power in his tribe, although the nominal headship Is always vested in a chief or patri? archal figurehead. Peculiarity of Snakes. A snake ,tamer who had trawed a serpent to follow him around the house and even out of doors happeneJ one day to take it with him to a strange place. The snake, unused to the local? ity, suddenly seemed to forget all his training and, escaping into the bushes, restated eapt' re with bites and every indication of wildness. When caught, it at once resumed its tame habits. This tendency to become wild Imme* dlntcly upon obtaining their freedom and to again become tame when caught is said to be a peculiarity of snakes.? New York Tribune. Mnxic Tor Fish Halt. An (ccentric hermit named William Schneller, who lives at Franklin, Mich., is said to bo one ol* the most successful fishermen in his part of the country, cud he claims to ?all the lish to him by singing "Ohl Hundredth." He goes Olli in Iiis in.at and takes a station la fairly deep water. Then he sin.^s. at the same time keeping Ills eyes on the water in search of lish. Gradually the fish crowd about his boat, he claims, and when ono;i j!i are gathered togeth? er the wily lisheimati (ast.; a tu t and catches dozi us :tt ti single haul The old gentleman hns i famous voice, and his neighbors are inclined to believe his st i ago story.- Chicago Itecord. The Byzantine princes played a game which differed very little from our modern polo. FOR Mi ll. BXTRA FINK BARRED PlYMOUTHS ?\ls >, Kegs for Hn'chu g 15 for |? PO Xicely Packed iti X ir Ii<nkttf JOHN A CULLOM, Ridge Spring, 8. C. Jna 31 4 u N?. crop can grow with* out Potash. 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