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HUE I LINK: The Bended Veil. BY NATHAN, D. URNER. Author of "Fforffirt Falkland," -The Mod (ni Crusoe," "Squirrel-Cap," "Rover and Trader," "The Upeeenieei Spu" "JEvadne," Etc, Etc CHAPTER XXia-Continued Both he and Doc were at first for reeding at once to The Aspens, and, the return of Joeelyu, overwhelming M ith their united accusations, and pro upon him then taking immediate legal steps to bring him to punishment. But I counseled another course, and was fully supported by Hank Dresser in doin so. I I said: "Gentlemen, wait. We are not ret r.bsolntley certain of Miles Jocelyn's ' identity vr th De Marchmont He may RiJIl merely be his close and cunning con federate. In that case, how much better for you both to remain here in your pres ent positions you, apparently unsuspi cious, at The Aspens, and you, Mr. Dixon, herein your character of Eapsy, of The Spider in order to throw him off his guard, while I undertake a trip to-morrow, for the rescue of Miss Lulu Dixon, and perhaj 8 the capture of her captor, the all impo tant, all-perfidious Montague de MarrhinonL-bimself. Hank has promised to accomrany me, and trust us for seeing the... thing through. We set out early in tlit morning." j "What!" exclaimed Doc, "jrou hive then recognized, by my sister's scant descrip tion, the place of her imprisonment?"; . "With scarcely a doubt," I replied. ' "It in an old house, somewhat famous in Rev olutionary t:mes as The King's Head Tav ern, situated on a now unfrequented road some twelve mi'es back in the heart of the Westchester Hills, almost doe north from High Bridge. At least Hank Dresser; and I, after turning the matter over in; our mind, have every reason to think so, and will net accordingly." "Fuch being the case," said Doc, his father nodding approval, "of course there ran be no doubt of your plan being the best one. " ? "By the way," said I, as we arose to dis pers i, "this imp of a boy here we had; well-nigh left him out of our considera tions." The little fellow had remained sitting bolt upright in a chair throughout the en tire iiitei view, ustenins intent v. and gaz ing fully ut us all, as dumb as a fish and as sober as a judge. "Being one of Jocelvn's minions,' he'll have to be looked after cautiously for the time being, email as he is," observed Doc, thought filly. "He is an odd genius of a street arab, as you call it, that Jocelyn picked up some month ago, I hate understood," said Mr. Dixon. TAs Jocelyn treats him brutally and stingily, I should think he could be easily managed." "Good:" said Doc. ' "Here, my boy; is a dollar for you. Remain here quietly with my father till to-morrow night, and I promise you another dollar as big as that one." "In the meantime I will answer for his silence," said Mr. Dixon. "Mister, I accepts your offer, ": said the odd urchin, pocketing the piece of money w.th comic il solemnity; "an if you might want rne to blab agin oil Joss an' his doin's in the future, just count on me. I know a thing or two; you hear me!" That being arranged, Hank Dresser and I took our departure, Doc still not being able to relinquish so soon the society 'of his new-found fathar, even for the pur pose of rejoining Marion Digby. I should have mentioned before that Hank and I had discussed among other things, on our way from the cottage to The Spider, the subject of Miss Lulu's deliv eru ce, and had come to the conclusions already s'ated, my friends professional duties fortunately being sufficiently lax to f nab'e I im to piomise me his co-operation on the following day. I On our return to the cottage we lost no timo in astonishing and delighting little Norah with an account of the strange rev elations of the evening; and then set about comp'eting our preparations for the next day's work. After an cariy breakfast on the following morning. Hank and I were proceeding by a two-horse light carriage on our way to Westchester, with Hank on the box, dis guised as rather a loaf erish -looking friend of the driver (a tried and fast friend of ours), and myself inside, pretty well got up as a dry-goods drummer on a collecting and sa mpling tour through the off-railroad con itry towns, t ! We crossed the Harlem at the head of Th rd avenue, and then skirted along the upp r hank til we reached a certain quiet rea l leading a little northeasterly through the hills from the northern extremity of , High Br dge. Before turning into this road; Hank brought the coach to a stop, and called back down to where I was sitting, j "Note that a fugitive from this road on foot, Tom," he observed, "would be dead sure to cross the river yonder alongside the big water pipes, on the High Bridge, instead of making for tho Central, or any other." - . , -i : "I have already thonght of it," I replied. "Drive on." CHAPTER XXIV. THE LOXE HOUp IS THE HILLS. Just at the turn of this narrow, little frequented road there was a small publio house, kept by one Mixton, an old de tective friend of ours, and we likewise stopped there a few moments to give i him certain hints in our interest, looking tc possible emergencies in the future, ; and then resumed our journey. . We had only heard of The King's Head by common but rather hazy countryside report, and were not only altogether igno rant of its exact location but entirely un familiar with the road itself. When, there fore, after an hour's moderate driving, out road forked into two, both leading in a northerly . direction, wo were somewhat puzzled which one to" take. We were also cautious about making in quiries, 6itice there was no telling how far our powerful enemy might have succeeded in bribing the simple farm-folk thereabout in his interest However, a. loutish cow , boy chanced along from whom We extract ed the information that there was some such old-house' as we described about six miles further up on the left-hand road. "It's a mizzable, lonely old barn, though, " voluntarily added our informant, with a" pe culiar twinkle in his ordinarily stupid eyes, "and nobody goes nigh to it, fur fear of its oein' ha'nted. Perhaps you be goin' to buy it fur a gent's country seat, sir?" i "Perhaps so," I replied, his. query hav ing been directed to me, and at . the same time eying him keenly. "So ou advise the left-hand road, do you?" j "CertAin sure, mister, ifs the only lone that'll take you to the old house. " "Take the right-hand road!" I at once sang out to the driver, and, as we moved on again, I called out to the dumfounded rustic, who had at once changed color, "if r ou can reach the old house before I do, my fine fellow, just tell your master, or the man who bribes you to give misinforma tion, that he will presently receive vis itors." "Good!" cried out Hank, as we bowled mem y along. I was afraid you would fail to interpret that twinkle in the lascal's eyes." .'.'! "I have read the same 6ort of literature before, as you know," I replied; "but if De Marchmont has his spies planted in this way six mi'es from his stronghold, it behooves us to be so much the more care ful." w t But we met with not another 6onl upon the road, which grew wilder and lonelier with every rod of our progress. . ; : A&Ia.st, S we were passing in a deep cut through densely wooded mils, tne coach came to a standstill, and Hank called out in a can' ious voice, "I see some pigs and chickens in the road just ahead. " "The house must be near at hand, then," I replied, hastily alighting. "We must find some place in which to conceal the equipage, arid then proceed cautiously on foot" v Such a place was found a little further on, a deep open glade to the left of the road, into which we managed to drive for some distance. Then, having secured the horses, we returned to the road and kept along it with increased caution. We were accompanied by bur driver, an old New York "rounder," Lannigan by name, - of whose stanch shoulder-hitting qualifica tions my compmiou and I had had signal proof upon various tough occasions. Pretty soon tne road opened a mt;e ana we saw the house the very old house that Mis3 Dixon had described in her letter standing a little to the left, and almost buried away amid the wild, thickly wooded hills. The half acre or so of ground in which it stood, however, was but little sheltered, and it was a comparatively easy matter to surround the house, or at least to so dispose the members of our group around it, as to insure against the sudden escape of any one from it; and an instinc tive feeling apprised me that De March mont was in there at the time. We might not only deliver Miss Dixon, but c lpture the head and front of all offend ing at the 6ame time. My fingers itched to be at his throat; a deep personal ele ment had entered into my desire to effect his eapture; when I thought of the bare likelihood of that lovely and innocent girl being in that lonely house, and in the power of that desperate, blood-stained wretch, it set my blood dancing from my heart to my temples and to my fingers ends in a way that it had seldom danced before. There was not a sign of life about the house, but we approached it. with increased cant on at every step. Before quitiing the concealment of the wayside trees we made a halt; then -Hank struck through the woods 60 as to approach the house by the back garden fence; Lannigan skir ed the forest in front, in order to get on the further side; and, when I could see from my position that they were both properly posted, I gave the signal for a combined advance, and boldly stalked down the road toward the front gate of the little garden. The house itself was much as Miss Dixon had described it, but with the addi tional feature of being surrounded by a very broad piazza, or cohered porch, very much the worse for time and weather. We soon shad intimations that our tac tics were observed. We had just got in side of the garden, when three doors upon three sides of the house flew open as if by magic. Hank found, himself confronted by. an 'immense Siberian bloodhound, which made directly at him, red-eyed and open-mouthed, like a bolt from a bow-gun; and, whi'e a big, hulking-looking ooun trvman made' toward me, .brandishing a clnb. I took note of another, very much like him, rushing for Lannigan, upon his j oint of attack. "What are you going to do?" said L, quietly bringing my man to a stop by cov ering him with my revolver, while a shot from Hank's quarter apprised mo at the same time of the 'bloodhound being at tended to. " Going to drive you off these premises, or mash in your skull," was the amiable response of my antagonist, who stood a little irreso'ute, but with his bludgeon still threateningly raised. "Keep your distance, my kindly yokel, or you will certainly wish that you had never deserted your natural vocation of digging turnips for warlike pursuits," I replied, suavely. "You are evidently out of your element, and " A piercing scream from the house, ac companied by a shrill cry of "Take care, Mr. Piercer, he's going to shoot," inter rupted me. . I looked up, to perceive Miss Dixon at one of the windows, where she appeared to be struggling desperately to foil the mur derous intentions of De Marchmont him self, who was aiming a shotgun in my di rection. At the very instant that I looked up, however, he hurled her to one side, and the next instant the buckshot from the gun whistled in such close proximitv to my head as to riddle my hat and send it flying. " There's another barrel for yon yet, curse you!" shouted the villain, hoarse with fury. "Remember my warning in the sunken lots!" Bnt at this instant I was a'together occu pied with my more immediate and loutish antagonist, who had not neglected to take advantage of the diversion in his favor and spring in upon me. To this circumstance I undoubtedly owed my immunity from tho second barrel of the shotgun with which I had. been threatened from, the window. I managed to save myself from the sweep of the fejlow"3 bludgeon, but had my pisto! knocked ou ' of my hand, and the next moment I was locked in his grasp and rolling over and over upo i the ground with him, which prevented De Marchmont from firing again With any more certainty of hitting me than of riddling his hench man. Powerful ns my antagonist was. I soot found that he was no match for me in a ro:igh-and-tumble fight, and, after dis abling him with a tel.ing blow under the chin. I tore the club from his grasp and laid him senseless by a heavy stroke with that My blood being up, I might have given him yet more, but there was a rather , simple, inoffensive look in tho general character of his clownish face that dis armed my resentment so far as he was concerned, so, recovering my revolver, I scrambled to my feet , . , The swift glance that I threw, about me revealed a varied scene of contention. I I the back gurdsn, to my left, was Hank Dresser, hiving killed tho dog, en gaged in a desperate han.d to-hand struggle with a bludgeon-armed rascal, who might have been the counterpart of the fellow I had just disposed of, and who ha J evi dently first succeeded in flooring poor Lannigan, for the latter individual lay stretched on the ground to my right without B:gn or motion. t On the roof of the -piazza was the areh villain, De Marchmont, reaching out on his hands and knees after .the shotgun, which had slipped or been knocked out of - his clutch, and rolled to the guttered edge, while Mi6S Dixon, still screaming . at the top of her voice, was leaning over the window-6ill and graspi g his coat-tai's, to prevent his intention, with all her misht. Then,. directly behind her and altogether in the room. waS'Mrs. Miggles, using every effort in ner power to pull her (Miss Dixon) back, and frnstate her intention. Everything, from the inception of the fray, had occupied less time than I have taken to describe it, but, the situation at th s juncture was certainly the most mixed and exciting that it had ever been my good or bid luck to engage in. I immediately brought my revolver to bear, and let fly nt De Marchmont Whether my fear of hitting Miss Dixon disturbed, my aim. or it was something else, I do not" know, but at any rate I missed him. The shot, however, had the efff ct of causing him to abandon his in tention, for he suddenly rose, thrust both women aside, dashed into the window and disappeared. "Go back!" I shouted to Miss Dixon; "go back, and have no further fear." Then I ran to Hank's assistance, and disembarrassed him of his burly antago nist, wkh whom he was bravely holding lus own, by knocking the fellow down wixL the butt of my pistol. "Guard the back of the house, lest De Marchmont make for the woods!" I ex claimed to Hank, and then started to run across the front of the house once more to the relief of Lannigan, who had at this moment shown signs of recovering. But'I was not more than h ilf-way thither before the front door of the house again opened, and MissiDixon flew out and down the piazza steps and threw herself, sobbing hystericalry, into my arms. "You are not hurt Mi. Piorcr.r? Rr.eaV? tell rne Tan are uninjured! she shrieked. I V7t nf it B T answered, straining her td my breast, and half-beside myself with joy. "And you? If he has dared harm but a hair of yoar lovely head " "No. no!" she sobbed. "I am only dreadfully frightened, that is all. But look! Beware again!" . ; She was looking over my shoulder just then, jwith her eyes toward the house, and as she spoke she quickly disengaged her self, at the sime time whirling me around. De Marchmont had just come out of the same I door from which she had emerged, and 6tood hesitating on the porch. There was a desperate, hunted look in his eyos, and at the same time an expression of jealous fury upon his face that was posi tive diabolical. In an instant I covered him with my re volver, with my finger on the trigger. Thenj remembering the importance of tak ing him alive, I altered my purpose, and, lowering the weapon, dashed toward him. But, even when my feet were : springing up the four short steps rising j from the ground to his level, he gave a harsh, mock ing laugh, shouting out. "Another time, curse you, another time;" the. floor of the porch seemed to open beneath him, and he vanished from view as swiftly and cleverly as was ever witnessed in a pantomime." ITO .BE CONTTNTJEP. I TEMPERANCE. The Wicked, Gruel Spider. I know a dingy corner, where a wicked spider clings: Where he spins his web round bottles, glasses, iugs, and other things; And I listened in the shadow as one day J And I heard the wicked spider, as he sung his cruel song: "Will' you take a little cider? Will you call while passing by?" ' . Said the wicked, crafty spider, to the buzzing, little fly. "Will.you take a little lager? Surely you will not decline . . Just to take a drink for friendship; say, just sip a litue wine. "He is' coming for his cider!" said the wicked, Cruel spider; "He is coming for his wine, and my cords shall round him twine; ' , While he sits and sips his lager, I will whet my little dagger, , a And when he has drunk his wine, he will find that he is mine! Ha! the little fool is coming, I can hear him buzzing, humming, He who comes to visit me, vainly struggles to be free. "You are welcome to my parlor, I am glad to see you come, Do not stay outside the entrance, please to make yourself at home; Will you take a little lager, while I sharpen up my dagger? . -- : Will you take a drop of wine? then you Surely shall be mine: " 1 I will bind you, I will grind you, though yon struggle, weep and pray, I I will tie your hands behind you, you shalk never getaway; . . I will fight you, I will smite you, I will stab you, I will bite you, I will make you poor and needy, I will make you old and seedy, I will make you bleared and bloated, and With ras and tatters coated, And your hat will look so shocking, that tha boys will all be mocking, I will haunt you till you die, then I'll hang you up to dry. " O my boy, beware of cider, and of lager and of wine, Then the wicked, cruej spider ne'er shail got a child of mine. Let us storm his ugly castle, let us tear his wob away; Let us; drive away this spider, Heaven in morcy speed the day ! I The Little Christian. The Killing of Editor GambreU. Last week we chronicled the murder in Haverhill,Ohio,by saloonists of Dr. Northup. This week Ave chronicle still another murder by the) liquor interest, and the murder of as brave and true and talented a young man as the State of Mississippi can" boast. Last Thursday night R. D. Gambrell, editor of the Su'ora ana bhield, or Jackson, jviiss., was waylaid by a party of whisky men as he was passing over a bridge on the way to his home, and was shot dead. He was a young man but twenty-three years of age, of Christian char acter, of splendid talents, heroic courage, and devoted with his whole soul to thecause for which he has fallen. . His father is one oi the most -prominent Baptist clerg3"men in the State,'and his mother is one of the State offi cers . of the Women's Christian Tempe ranee Union; His chief assailant, Jones D. Ha nil ton, was last year leader of the anti-Prohibition forces in tho desperate contest in Hi ids County, which resulted in- the victory for Prohibition. Young GambreU was one cf tho most prominent in that contest, and has also been one of the most trusty leaders of the Prohibition party in that State. Threats and attempts at assassination were made then. In spite of them he has gone ahead exposing the enormities of the traffic, and the political cor .ruptiOn of those engaged in it, daring the hatred of the political boss before whom others trembled. For this he has fallen, mur dered in cold blood, a martyr to the cause of thehcjme, a hero as true, as ever braved the wrath of hell. As for us, our pen trembles as we write, and our vision is blurred by the tears that arise. He was one of our most trusted correspond dents,? and has been ever since the Voice be gan. The terrible tragedy that laid him bleedr, ingfrpm the wounds of the bullsts that E lowed him through and through,, and ruised by the fiendish blows inflicted with the butts of their pistols by his assailants, has come to us like the death of a personal friend. God help those to whom he was dearer than to all else, and strengthen them to bear the awful horror that has fallen upon them! Dead in his youthful manhood ! Dead in the; promise of a noble and unselfish life! Over and over that scene flashes before us: Th? lonely walk upon the 'bridge, as the young man, alone and unwarned, took his way homeward; the fateful flash of a pistol upon the dark night; the sudden cry which those who have once heard can never aain forget "Murder!" the hurried tramp of feet; flash following flash in rapid succession; and then that silence that was, for one, a si lence that shall never end until the grave gives up its dead at the command of its Con querer 1 Haddock Northup Gambrell ! Citizens of America, what do you think of them? What do you ' think of the cause for Which they were willing to die, and for which there are thousands of men and women as ready to die as were they ? What do you think; of the murderer of these and of. thour sandsthe legalized dram shop system of our land?! God Almighty has grown tired of waiting for deaf ears to open and blind eye3 to see. Heaven help us, poDr fools that we are, who cannot awake to these awful crimes against Him and against us until a baptism of blood tells us that ; the Great Avenger has taken the cause 'in his fvn hands anJ out of ours. Voice. Crimes of Drink in Paris. The Paris correspondent of the New Yora Tribune says: "The Ted' series of crime goei on. Drs. Dumont Pellier and Charcot both bright lights of science ascribe its continu ance to the bad alcohol which now replace! in this country the pure strengthening winei which French vineyards, before the advent ol the phylloxera, used to produce in such abur dance. A French drunkard, before his con stitution breaks up, and his hand gets tod pilsied to strike a hard blow, is a dangerous .baing, and prone to get out of many o5fficul ties through murder. He loses moral sense bsf ore- the brain gets stultified, and the ani mal part of his nature tyrannously overrides the rest. Capital crimes will not ba reduced in number by M. Grevy turning over a new leaf, and sternly refusing to commute capi tal sentences, unless something effective be done to put a stop to the sale, for bibulous purposes, of alcohols which contain a heavy percentage of fusel-oiL To my thinking, the best way to cut; at the root of of the pfane of fast, increasing drunkenness Would be to give' French women local option to put a stop to the sale in restaurants and at bars of all such alcohols. If the option -is given to the men they will not use it, the mass of male voters being, unfortunately, attracted toward the bars of the Assornmoir kind which Zola describes. But the women are still untouched by the contagion, and have a manifest inter est mj getting the drink-curse stamped out." The law compelling saloons to close on Sunday . is being rigidly observed in New York! Even hotels refrain from supplying guests with wine at meal timss. ! Decline of the Saloon Power; j Some of the results of the thorough agita tion of the liquor question are begmning to appear already, xnis is eviuenceu m ; mo greater discrimination shown in the largo cities in granting license for selling alcoholic and malt liquors, and in the stricter accounts ability to which saloon . keepers are being held. The first of May is the date on which licenses expired, and a renewal had to be made in many places. In Boston 3,125 appli cations were seat in, of which 2.300 were granted, 400 rejected, and the remainder held for further consideration. Chicago has ,had 3,700 saloons open during the past year, but this number will, undoubtedly, be greatly re duced, by the decision not to grant licensas to those on the "black list," unless they can give good reasons why they should not be catalogued. All this is evidence of a decline in the political power so long and so ruth lessly wielded by the saloons. Their late de feat at Harrisburg, where all their efforts to kill or render impotent the high license rbill were wholly' fruitless, is a further proof of their decreasing influence. The day when they held in their hands the fortunes! of parties is behoved to be rapidly waniag. The offensive proofs which have boen given of the saloon's interference in politics have finally created a strong public sentiment against the further toleration of such methods. This baneful influence has been felt in both-parties; but to a much greater extent in the Democratic than in the Republican party. The audacity of this power has been something astounding. While it filled the poor-houses and the prisons, it made and unmade Mayors, Governors, and Congressmen. Politicians have stood in mor tal terror of it, and have truckled to it as something whose favor was morq valuable than the good will of respectable voters. This condition of things could not continue always. The self-respect of thi intelligent voters, who form a great majority of the citizens in this country, would not pei-mit it, and sooner or later they were cer tain to be aroused to the peril of the situation. It it probable that that time has come, and that the liquor power is to feel the avenging heel of an outraged public for thrusting its headt , into politics and daring to oppose the respect able public sentiment of the country. The time will probably never com i when liquor will riot be sold or drunk. The strongest Pro hibition States have found it impossible to wholly eradicate the traflic, but that its evils can be vastly lessened there is no manner of doubt. And one of the longest steps m this direction will be taken when the saloon is forced out of politics and is dealt with on strictly business principles. That that time is approaching is evident, unless all the signs are misleading. Ph iladelph ia Press. ; A Practical Temperance Sermon. The Rev. John Rhey Thompson preached an feleoquent and earnest sermon upon the temperance question recently in INew York. He said in substance; "It is my purpose to-night to discuss in a living way a practical question and to discuss it on the solid basis of conceded facts. I shall give a record of the sale ani use of intoxicat ing liquors as a beverage, in a single week, in the cities of Brooklyn and New Jersey, as re ported in the daily papers." i The speaker thaa read accounts of sixty one arrests for murder, robbery, arson, wife beating, assault and battery, and a number of cdses of suicida. Proceeding he said: "This is no exaggeration. It is a terrible reality, and yet it is all under the sanction of the law. And this is all among the lower clasl of people. Now look behind those lace cur tains, into the homes of the wealthy, whos money ke3ps their names out of the pap3r. there is wife-beating there. We hear of so many wealthy men dying of brain fever Their doctors could tell you a different story Add New York City to these account ther add the world, and then just stop and think ' Bad as New York is, it is nothing to b? com pared with England. J ust think of the wastt of labor, waste of time, wast3 of health, wasti of will, waste of heart that r im cause?. AVhal is this cause? Is it the law Who makes th! law? Is it a better enforcement of the laws Who elects the Alderman or appoints thi cities' officials? The immediateness and in fectiousness of tho daagfer justifies words d expostulation and aimonitioa, of warninj and entreaty. No homo i safe. If thi cholera were prevailing in a inild form ii this country, would you not be apprehens' re If last week there had occurred 1,500 death" from cholera east of Colorado, would you no take the utmost precautions against the; dis ease ? And yet rum causo 1 1 ,500 deaths this sidi of Colorado this last week, and will contjinu! to do so until we check it in its mad career 1 call upon good men everywhere to combim in undying hostility to intempjrance.' I deserves, and I hereby solemnly invoke upoi it, the swift and just judgment of Ahnightj God." Prohibition's Progress. The rapid progress of the Prohibition movement is a puzzler to the politicians 'and a surprise to everybody; yet, after ail, jthe difference between Temperance and Prohibi tion is not so great as many peoplo imagine. Whenever a man makes up his mind that he can get along better without whisky, than with it that it is not the necessity and bene fit which he thought it to be, but wholly un necessary and a positive evil it is not td be won lered at that he should shortly be asking himself why the manufacture and sale of an article productive of so little good and capa ble of such infinite mischief should not be stoppad. What's the use of making that which ought not to be used ? Such is' the perversity of human nature that he reasons wholly from his own experience, and obser vation, and not from the experience of Observation of his neighbor, who believes in drinking all the whisky he can comfortably carry, and, of course, sees things in a different light. It will be noticed, moreover, jthat while "sumptuary laws," as the party plat forms used to can them, have lost their iold time terror, aud all good citizens admit that the whisky traffic must be rigorously regu lated, so the question of statutory inter--ference with the "personal liberty'' of; the citizen is losing much of its weight. ; We have all known temperance men who, having no moral scruples as to the moderate use of liquors, have nevertheless abandoned the in dulgence altogether as a protest against their impioderate use and wholesome example to the intemperate. It is nothing uncommon nowadays for temperance men to say that they are ready to make still further sacrifice of their personal liberty for the sake of j the general welfare, and consent to an absolute prohibition of a traffic which tp the majority of its patrons is the worst possible investment they can make. This is a growing Sentiment, and it cannot bo stopped. The ' recruiting offices of the Prohibition Party are multiply ing every day, and, though it may be many years before the new crusade accomplishes its full object, it is already a force that is bound to command tho respect, even if it-is slow to secure the endorsement of the old party lead ers. Washington Critic The Drunkard's Feeble Offspring:. On the subject of inheritance, it has been truly said that the blood of the inebriate pa rent is so vitiated and his energies r are so wasted "that even when" there - is a -sober mother the innocent progeny are often hrought into existence puny, stunted 'and debilitated. Body and bi ainhaving been in sufficiently nourished; the. vital powers of such infarcts are so very defective that, in their earliest years, they are literally mowed down. In the causation of the terrible infan tile mortality which is such a disgrace ,to civilization, the drinking habits of the parent or parents have the largest share. Even when grown up to manhood, the constitu tions of the offspring of intemperate parent age are frequently so enfeebled and impaired that they succumb to a premature death from their lack of recuperative power after the ex haustion following some acute ; illness, which vigorous system would have perfectly re covered fronr Boston Herald. Temperance News and Notes. There are manufactured daily in the United States 301,736 gallons of whisky. New York city spent $12,000,000 In 1586 to maintain charitable and reformatory institu tions. Intoxicating drink necessitates 75 per cent, of this great outlay. j The saloon-men of New Orleans have com bined and raised $10,000 to fight the Sunday laws which are being strenuously enforced by the Law and Order League. A recent temperance lecturer, propounded the theory that the bicycle is a means of grace, since none but a perfectly sober man can ride one successfully. It is said that between 150 and 200 municipal corporations in Ohio have adopted local pronU bition under the Dow law. The temperance wave never ran quite so high in that state before. At the State dinner given at the White House to Queen Kapiolani, of the Sandwich Islands, although several kinds of wines were served to each guest, Mrs. Cleveland drank nothing but ApoUinaris. REV. DR. TALMAGE. fflE BROOKLYN DIVINE'S, StJN. . DAY SERMON. Preached to Soldiers From Thirty One States at the National Drill Encampment in - Washington. Texts' "Fifty thousand which could keep rank" L Chronicles xii., 33; and "Every one could sling stones a hair's breadth and not niiss," Judges xx. 16. ; .l, Companies of infantry, cavalry artillerjr and zouaves, please notice the first Scripture passage applauds the soldiers of Zebulun, because they were disciplined troops. ".They may have been inefficient at the start and laughed at by old soldiers because they seemed so clumsy in the line, but it was drill, drill, drill, until they could keep step as one man. "Ffty thousand which could keep rank." The second Scripture passage ap plaudsa regiment of slingers, in the tribe of Benjamin, because they are dextrous marks men. When they first enlisted they may have been an awkward squad and all their fingers were thumbs, but they practiced until when they aimed at a mark they .always hit it "Everyone could sling stones at, a hair breadth and not miss. " Both texts combin ing to show us that if we must fight we should do it well. . .. There is something absorbmg in the mili tary science of the Bible. In olden times all the men between twenty and fifty-years of age were enrolled in the army and then a levy was made for a special service. There were only three or four classes exempt: those who had built a house and had not occupied it; those who had planted a garden and had not reaped the fruit of it; those who were en gaged to be married and had not led the bride to the altar; those who were yet in the first year of wedded life; these who were so ner vous that they could not look upon an enemy but they fled, and could not look upon blood , but they fainted.. The army was in three divisions the cen tre and right and left wings. The weapons of defence were helmet, shield, breastplate, buckler. The weapons of offence were sword, spear, javelin, arrow, catapult which was merely a bow swung by machinery, shooting arrows at vast distances, great arrows, one arrow as large as several men could lift; and ballista, which was a sling swung by ma chinery, hurling great rocks and large pieces of lead to vast distances. The shields were made of woven willow-work with three thicknesses of hide, and a loop inside, through which the arm of the warrior might be thrust; and when these soldiers were marching to attack an enemy on the level, all these shields touched each other, making a walli moving but impenetrable, and then when they attacked a fortress and tried to capture a battlement this shield - was lifted over the head so as to resist the falling of the missiles. The brestDlate. was made of two nieces of leather, brass covered, one piece falling over the breast, the other falling over the back. At the side of the warrior the two pieces fastened with buttons or clasps. The bows were so stout and stiff and strong that the warriors often challenged each other to bend one. The strings of the bow were made from the sinews of oxen. A case like an inverted pyramid was fastened to. the back, that case containing the arrows, so that when the warrior wanted to use an arrow he would put his arm over hi3 the' arrow for the foot had on an iron shoulder and pull forth fight. The ankle, of the boot. When a wall was to be assaulted a battering ram was brought up. A battering ram was a great beam swung on chains in equilibrium. The battering ram would be brought close up to the wall and then a great number of men would take hold of this beam, push it bacK as iar as tuey could and then let go and the beam became a great swinging pendulum of destruction. lwenty -or lorry men would stand in a movable tower on the back of an elephant, the elephant made drunk with wine, and then headed toward the enemy, and what with the heavy feet and the swineine Drobo- scis and the poisoned arrows shot from the movable tower, the destruction was appalling. War chariots were in vogue and they were on two wheels so they could easily turn. A sword was fastened to the pole between the norses so wnen they went ahead the sword thrust and when they turned around it would mow down. The armies carriod flairs beauti fully embroidered. 1 Tribe of Judah carried a flaa: embroidered with alion : tribe of Reuben. embroidered with a man : tribe of Dan, em broidered with cherubim. The noise of the host, as they moved on, was overwhelming. What witn tne clatter or shields, and the rumbling of wheels, and the shouts of the captains, and the vociferation of the en tire host, the prophet says it was like the roaring of the sea. 1 Because the arts of war have been advancing all these years, you are not to conclude that these armies of clden times were an uncontrollable mob. I could quote yon four or five passages of Scripture, snowing you that they were thoroughly drilled; they marched step to step, shoulder to shoulder, or, as my text expresses it,. they were "Jfitty thousand which could keen rank," and "Eve y one could sling stones a hair s breath and not m ss." I congratulate 3-ou, the officers and sol diers of this national encampment; that if a foreign attack should at any - time be made you would be ready, and there would be millions of the drilled men of North - and South like the men of my first text "which could keep rank," and like the men of my second text, that would not miss a hair's breadth. At this national drill when thirtv-one States of the Union are represented, and be tween the decoration of the graves of the Southern da-1. which took rl irv a few da s ago, and the decorations of the craves of the Northern dead, which shall take place to-morrow, I would stir the Christian . " -J uv.vt.i.w UUV . '11. J VI. una soldiery here present butjof all the people by putting before them the difference between these times when. the. soldiers of all sections meet in peace and "the times wheii they met in contest. Contrast the feeling of sec tional bitterness in 1EM2 with the feeling of sectional amity in 1887. At the first date the South had banished the national air, the Star Spangled Banner, and the North had banished the popular air of "Way Down South in Dixie." The Northern people were 'mudsills" and the Southern people were "white trash.?' The more Southern people were killed in battle tho better the North hiked it. The more Northern people were killed in battje the better the South like it For four' years the head of Abraham Lincoln or Jefferson Davis would have been worth a million dollars if delivered on either side of the line. No need now, stand ing in our pulpits and platforms of saying that the North and South did not hate each other. To estimate how very dearly they loved each other,count up the bombshells that were hurled and the carbines that were loaded and the -cavalry horses that were mounted. North and South facing each other all around in the attempt to kilL The two sections not only marshaled all their earthly hostilities, but tried to reach up and get hold of the sword of heaven, and the prayer of the Northern and Southern pulpits gave more information to the heavens about the best mode of settling this trouble than was ever used. For four years both' sides tried to get hold of the Lord's thunder bolts, but could not quite reach them. At the breaking out of the war we had not for months heard of my dear uncle, Samuel J. Tannage, President of the Oglethorpe Uni versity in Georgia. , He was about the grand est man I ever" knew and as good as good could bk The first we heard of him was his opening prayer in the Confeder ate Congress in Richmond,- which was report ed in the New York papers, which prayer, if answered, would, to say the least, have left all his Northern relatives in very uncomfortable circumstances. The ministry at the North prayed one way and the ministry at the South prayed the other way. No use in hiding the fact that the North and the South cursed each other with a withering and all-consuming curse. Beside that antipathy of war-time I place the complete accord of this time. ' Not long ago a meeting in New York was held to raise money to build a Home at Richmond for crippled Confederate soldiers, the meeting presided over by a man who lost an arm and a leg in fighting on the Northern side, and the leg not lost so hurt that it does not amount to much. The Cot ton Exhibition held not long ago at Atlanta was attended by tens of thousands of Northern people, and by General Sherman, who was greeted with kindness, as though they had never seen him before. At the xVew Orleans Exhibition held two years ago, every North-" era State was represented. A thousand-fold kindlier feeling after the war than before the war. No more use of gunpowder in this country except for rifle practice or Fourth of J uly pyrotechnics or at a shot at a roebuck in the Adirondacks. Brigadier-Generals in the Southern Confederacy making their for tunes as lawyers in the northern cities, Rivers turning, nulls otewS Moultrie and xraye - rjaws.and 1UV v.v. - artrl ma Pickens and Hamilton sound vgf, enemies out of our New York nartxjr, figure toe Bartholdi Statue ??fAn of . Liberty wua J" come in. light the way to a" en yoTcould Iimi1 iwSeb WtE? contestants not cross the line lvT keen steel gflf sharper JLATto has there the years of time an over- t&esls M belTatoewar time tnasterjrlg antithesis time of 00m- cf complete bitterness ana wu ptete symPthy?u- AnmmiG life of those Contrast also the A9mtXJna times. JTtK .h domestic life of these tune Many of you T were either leaving home iar ir it, communicatingty certain away What a morning - - -- w. noma! Father and mother crying, sis- he JTV.tlw, hanks Of the iiuason. or the Savannah, or the Androscoggin, don't you reemr 'the scenes at the fronVd. Z - window, on the steamboat at the raw car wmuw-. thm landin: The huzza couiu uuu suppressed sadness. Von z you ffi charges writejionie often and take care of yourseir, oe goou uvyo, ""r Kv kiss which they thought and you thought rmgnrorevl?;7 inenKtne nomesi cfcness as yoS faced the river bank on a starbght night on picket duty and the' sly tears which you wiped off when you heard a group at tne camp fire singing the plantation song about the old folks at bome. The din ner of hard - tack on : Thanksgiving day and the Christmas without any presents, and the long nights in the hospital so differ ent from the sickness when you were at home with mother and sister at the bedside, and the clock in the hall giving the exact moment for the medicine, and that forced march when your legs ached, and your head .ached, nr-h(d. and. more than all, . tmnf honr. nrhorf Homesickness that had In, it a suffocation and a pang worse than deaths You never got hardened as did tne guarasmair In the Crimean war, wno nearuessiy wivw, home to his mother: . ' "I do not want to see any more crying let ters come to the Crimea from you. Those I have received I put into my rifle after load-ma- it and I have fired them at the Russians, because you appear to have a strong dislike of them. If you have seen as many killed as I have, you would not have as many weak ideas as you now have." You never felt like that: When a soldiers knapsack was found after his death in our American war there was generally a careful package containing a Bible, a few photo graphs and letters from home. On the other hand tens of thousands of homes waited for news. Parents saying: "Twenty thousand killed I I wonder if our boy was among them." Fainting dead away in postoffices and telegraph stations. Both the ears of God rilled with the sobs and agonies of kin dred waiting for news or dropping under the announcement of bad news. Speak, swamps of Chickahominy and midhight la goons and fire-rafts of the Mississippi, and gunboats before Vicksburg, and woods of Antietam, and tell to all the mountains and villages and rivers and lakes of North and South jereniiads of war times that have never been syllabled. Beside that domestic perturbation and homesickness of those days put the sweet domesticity of to-day. The only camp fire you now ever sit at is the one kindled in stove or furnace or hearth. Instead of a half ration of salt pork, a repast luxuriant because partaken of by loving family circles in secret confidences. Oh, now I see who those letters were for, the letters you, the young soldier, took so long in " your tent to write and that you were so particular to put . in the mail without anyone seeing you lest you be teazed by your com rades. Gcd spared you to get back. Though the old people have gone you" have a home of yonr own construction, and you often contrast those awful absences of filial and brotherly and loverly heartbreaks, with your pnes ent residence, which is the dearest place you will find this side of heaven, the place where your children were born and the place where you want to die. To write the figures 18G2.I set up four crystals, of tears. To write the figures 1887 I stand up four members of your household, flsrure,- of rosy cheeks and flaxen hair, if I can get them to stand still long enough. Living soldiers of the North andSouth,tako new and special ordination at thi season of. the year to garland the sepulchres of your, fallen comrades. Nothing is too good for their memories. Turn all the private tombs and the national cemeteries into gardens. Ye dead of Malvern Hill, and Cold Harbor; and Murfreesboro, and Manassas Junction, and Cumberland Gap, and field and hospital re ceive these floral offerings of the living sol diery. - But they shall come again, all the dead troops. We sometimes talk about earthly military reviews, such as took place in Paris, in the time of Marshal Ney, in London, . in the time of Wellington, and in our own land; but what tame things compared with . the final review, when all the armies of. the ages shall pass for divine and angilic inspection., St. John says the armies ot heaven .ride on white horses, and I don't know , but. some of the old cavalry horses '- of earthly battle that - were wounded and worn out in service may have resurrection. ' It' would be only fair that', .raised up and en nobled, they would be resurrected for - the . T A 1 T 9 ...... a. T-V T M. grand review 01 tne juagmenc Jay. in It would not take any more power to recon struct their bodies than to reconstruct ours, and 1 should be very glad to see them anions: tue white horses of Apocalyptic vision. Hark to the trumpet blast, tho reveille of the last judgment. They come up. All the armies of all lands and all centuries, on which ever t.ide they fought, whether for freedom or despotism, for the right or the wrong. They come 1 They come ! Darius and Cyrus and Sennacherib, arjd Joshua and David, leading forth the ! armies of Scriptural times. Hannibal and Hamilcar leading forth the armies of the Carthaginians. Victor Emanuel and Garibaldi leading oh the armies of the Italians. Tamerlane and. GhengisKhan followed by the armies of Asia. Gustavus Adolphus, and Ptolemy Philopater, anu -a-erxes, ana Alexander, and Sennramls, and Washington leading battalion after bat talion. The dead American 1 armies of 1776 and 1812, and one million of Northern and Southern dead, in our civil war. They come up. They pass on in review. The six million fallen in Napoleonic battle, the twelve million Germans fallen in tho thirty years war, the fifteen million fallen in the war under Sesos tris, the twenty million fallen in the wars of Justinian, the twenty-five million fallen in Jewish wars, the eighty million "fallen in the crusades, the 180 million fallen in the wars with Saracens and .Turks. The thirty-five billion men estimated to have fallen in battle, enough according to. one statistician, if they stood four abreast, to reach clear around the earth 442 times. . . - But we shall have time to see them pass in review before the throne of judgment, the cavalry-men. the artillery-men. the spear men, the infantry, the sharp-shooters, the gunners, the sappers, the miners, the archers, the skirmishers, men of all colors, of all epau lets, of all standards, of all weaponry, of all countries. Let the earth- be especially bal anced to bear their tread, Forward 1 For ward ! Let the orchestra of the heavenly galleries play the grand mirrcb, joined by ail the lifers, drummers and mil itary bands that ever sounded victory or defeat at Eylau or Borodino, Marathon or Thermopylae Bunker Hill or Yorktown, Sol fenno or Balaclava, Sedan or Gettysburg: from the time when Joshua halted astronomy above Gibeon and Ajalon till the last man surrendered to Garnet Wolseley at Tel-el-JCebrr, Nations, companies, battalions, ages, centuries and the universe! Forward in the grand review- of the Judgment 1 Forward! Gracious and eternal God! On that day may it be found that we were all marching m the right regiment, and that we carried the right standard, and that we fought under tho right comjmander ." all heaven,some on Amethystine battlement and others standing in the shining gates, some on !?.T&,sh?re the" on the'turreted voioXT .YR"' funding, miUion Blessed h th Ta rV'i , "Huerors." VUVVl 11 f ' i h w. n a vt Lord Randolph Chubchilt, going from Sicily to Italy soaped ten days quarantine by hiring a boatman to take him across-the straits and land him in an out-of-the-way place where he could escape the notice of the coast guard. Then Lord Randolph had to tramp in land for half day before he could find a Tillage and hire, a conTeyanoe. RELIGIOUS RE; m The Baby's n0o. Take the; gift, nni tar the Q Rear it mother, tender!,.' iver. Let it beyour bigh endeavor From flie world to keep it fr There ii how no spot u ) )a u It is lika the Giver, pure. But the sinful world will lura And the Temp er sick it, ,. Guard the rreci us one, and KuiJ., , Tell it ff the Heavenly 4 . Bear it often up before, Him Who hfcars mothers ht.n th Knowostj thou the wrea'.h of b Thus com nitte I to thy Far more preciom tba-.i Golc0nk, It majj yet outshine a star! No suchjCharge on earth 13 given As the litt'e infant, Take it, and in Him 1 . licviri, Lay it at tho Mastei feet . A Holy Lifr A holy life is made up of small , Little worps, not eloquent 9p sermons; iute deeds, not mirj.; battles, njor 1 one great heroic mighty martyrdom,' make up fa Christian jife. The little suobcto' the 'lighthing; the waters 0f s; lUkat ci rifHc" in thn ni. . . tuav ov j "urea misi I .l.mallf Af Vl l-l ..4 great and many," rushing down - torrents, sre tno true symbols of lire. Tnq aroiaance oi iiUle eviltiJ tins, liuie inconsistencies, little nessesf litue lomes, maiscretioa , imprudences, little foibles, little i; gences of. the flesh tho avoidant such little things as these goesk m 1 m 1l make up,!. at least, tne negative of a h oly; life. Bon ar. . Iliw to HeacV the "iIMtt 1 Precept. Go out quickly it; streets and lanes of the city, and b in hither-the poor and tho maimei the hilt,! and the blind. Go out into the highway and and compel them to conic in, tit bouse may be filled. Let us -not Ibe weary in well As we hare opportunity, let us do J unto all men.-Paul. 1 w . .. .. m 1 1 ., Visit inc laxneness ana tne wi; t in their affliction. James. Let hinf that hcareth say comcJt: 2. Kxample Jesus went abos Galilee,' teaching in their synnj' and preaching tho Gospel of the dom, and healing all manner of aess, and all manner of disease 1 the people. When he saw the multitudes, he mdred with compassion on tha went about doing good, and healio; that .were .oppressed of the devil A friend of publicans and sinncn The Son of Man is come to seek to. save that which is lost. j Old Age Dean Bradley, successor o1 v. ' in the deanery of. Westminster anecdote of him as he nearcd . . year. JUe was traveling ja GerJI - Tl 3 .11 ' p nuiuo Kicauier, aau gciiing- wy with a boy, (ho loved children); tU asked him his age, which being s we red, jhe said, ''Why, all your i over." i 7 f'No,! said tho dean, "the bcsJii to cornel". ' f ; "You must be on the wronj-sii sixty," Baid one acquaintance to a: ' "Xo ' he replied. "I am onthe r. .side-"- Old age is cheerless cnocj1. one lacking faith in Gcd and 11 bnt bright and divincst hopes whet has for; his portion the Christ, who: k'nVwwith7the 'Father is elerna! Let every man mourn as old age a upon, him if he be Without faithis Holy One. Let every man rejoiR age copes upon him, it he trusts it who 'said, "Because 1 live, yf live.' ILife here is only the state fancyj . A plain London lighterman. ot: navigator on the Thames visik Abbev. standincr before the mourn of John Wesley, and as he taftcd ' the dean, knowing he had been to P' tine, said, "It must have been lean to havo walked- where the ?f walked." "Yes," and with a look, he said. "Beautiful to walk is steps of the Saviour." Stanley's as he spoke of death, arc so we quote them : ' "There the soul itself on the mountain ridge overM , the unknown future : our compav fore is cone; -the .kinsfolk and of many years are passed over the river, and we are left alone with We know not in the shadow of the - who it is that touches us wc f c that the everlasting arms are c!osi:: in; the twilight of the niornin? we are bid to depart in peace, f"r ' strength not,our own we have prcVl and the path is made clear before ureal ana many arc i" v tions of advancing age. cfcctf The divinest attribute in the h man is love, and the mi.htie-t. lj iha mnat linmon nrinrin'e in the D man is faith. Love is heaven, that which appropriates heard' W. Robertson, - T find f'haf. wlipn the sainlj a115 trials and well humMd, iItl . raise irrcat cries in the consc:c- in nrofineritv conscience is a pop' gives dispensations and great latiW our hearts. Sa:r.uel Uutherford. The Interstate Commerce sioners vary in height from tw tic Walker, who is much over , in height, to Judge Cooler about five feet six. vv .r. Bragg .is the typieal Sottt m his dress he evidently ta" General 'Garland -for nv 7.,& m tfnlLB miasioner Schoonmaner - , p cqnservative business m-. nrea much resemble Blamfl 1
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