North Carolina Newspapers

; THE-: AN EXCELLENT ADVERTISING MEDIUM, UtOcial Organ of Washington County. . FIRST OF AIL THE NEWS. Circulates extensively in the Countiss of Washingtsn, RUriln. Tyrrsll and Beaufort. Job Printing In ItsYarious Branches. l.OO A YEAR IN ADVANCE. FOR GOD, FOR COUNTRY, AND FOR TRUTH." SINGLE COPY, 5 CKK1V. VOL IX. PLYMOUTH, TS. C., FRIDAY, APRIL 1, 1898. NO. 28. M THE GOOD The good we do with motives true Will never quite be lost; For somewhere in time's distant blue We gain more than it cost. And oft I think, a strange surprise Will meet us, as we gain Some diadem that hidden lies, From deeds we thought in vain. "A regular Amazon!" said Junius Haven, shrugging his shoulders. "On the very top of a load of hay, with a straw hat pulled down over her eyes and a pitchfork in her hand!" "Now, Junius," cried out Mary Haven, "you are talking arrant non sense." ,"A man must believe his senses," iaid Junius. "I asked. for Miss Joce lyn, and the ancient beldame who was shelling peas by the kitchen window pointed one skinny forefinger across the fields and ansAvered, 'There she is, a-gettin in the hay. They all stirs round lively in these parts when there's a shower comin' up. Guess you'll find her, if you goes across lots.' " "And you?" questioned Mary. .Mr. Haven smiled ironically. "I?" said he. "You must bear in mind that I was looking for a young lady, not for a farm boy's assistant, so I just turned around and came home." "But there must be some mistake!" cried out impetuous Mary. "My El lice Jocelyn is a princess among women, tall and slender and graceful, who plays the harp and writes deli cious transcendental essays." "There was neither harp nor writing '.desk on the top of that load of hay," said Junius, very decidedly. "And pray, Mary, don't be offended, but I am rather disenchanted with your rus . tic belles, after my afternoon's experi ence. Reach me a cigar, please, and don't let anyone disturb me for a .. while, there's a darling!" Mary Haven obeyed. Was not Ju nius, newly arrived from Europe, a very shah and sultan among men, to be waited on and humored in his every caprice? j But while she found the cigar-case, handed the newspaper and regulated the exact fall of the curtain-folds which should be most agreeable to her brother's optical partialities, she puz zled her brain as to how and why and wherefore this little plan of hers for an instant attachment between Junius and Ellice Jocelyn had thus come to an untimely standstill. "It's the most unaccountable thing in the world," said Mary to herself. "I think I'll go over and see what it all means. " Low and long, with gabled fronts and-bay windows, all wreathed about with trumpet creepers and blue-cupped convolvulus vines, the Jocelyn farm house stretched itself out under the umbrageous walnut trees, with Elliee's hammock swinging in the porch and Ellice herself, posed like a woodland nymph. She was certainly very pretty, this fair-haired blonde, with the complexion of sea-shell pink, the china-blue eyes, the dimples on cheek x and chin, the muslin dress that looked as if it might have been just taken out of the win dows of a New York modiste and she came forward, cool and composed, to meet Miss Haven, as if the June sun were not blazing overhead and the thermometer in the porch did not stand at 90 degrees in the shade. "So glad to see yon, dear!" said Miss Jocelyn, with the princess air which seemed to sit so naturally on her. "Dear Ellice," said Mary, plunging precipitately into her subject, "where have you been all the morning?" : "Where have I been?" "Believe me, I am not asking from niere curiosity," pleaded Mary. "I have a reason. You will answer me, I know." "Certainly! Why shouldn't I?" said the Serene One, lifting her golden brows the sixteenth part of an inch. "Let mesee I was in the glen, sketch ing the beautiful mossy boulders by the spring, until the shower came up, and then I sat in my own room and wrote a few letters." "Then it couldn't have been you, after all!" bluntly ejaculated Mary. ' "What couldn't have been me?" "The girl with the pitch-fork on the And tnen, laugnHig neariny at ner own blunder, Mary related the morn iug adventure of her brother. "It must have been Una," said El lice Joa'"1 4 with a slight shadow of mi' ,;Vn her smooth brow. T ' '--Me sister who has rding school?" '! .er head. ' at child's "And Vt)ear, -ery WE DO. Oh, toiler in a weary land, Work on with cheerful face, And sow the seed with lavish hand, With all the gentle grace That marks a brave yet loving soul, A soul of royal birth. And golden harvosts shall enfold Your own bright, blessed earth. "It's enough to drive one frantic," said she. And in the same moment a brown cheeked damsel, with chestnut curls taugled around her neck and a pretty brown cambric dress, burst into the room like a beam of sunshine. "It isn't true!" said she, defiantly. "I'm not an Amazon, and nobody has any business to call me a farm boy's assistant!" "Una!" softly pleaded Ellice, lifting her white palms, as if to ward off this sudden gust of breezy defiance. "And the , hay would have been spoiled if I hadn't helped to get it in and poor old Hans would have been discharge ! for forgetting; and, besides, wasn t iuaiui Muller, m tne poem, a haymaker? And did anyone dare to criticise her?" "I am sure " mildly commenced Miss Haven. "Oh, don't make any apologies!" said little Una, with her retrousse nose in the air and two red spots on her cheeks. "And tell your brother, Miss Mary, that I am as little anxious to make his acquaintance as he is mine." And exit Una, not without some slight emphasis on the closing of the door. "How pretty she has grown!" said Mary Haven, in admiration. "Do you think so?" said Ellice, a little doubtfully. "She is so dark and so abrupt, you know; and then she has no charm of manner poor, dear, little Una!" Junius Haven laughed a little when the younger Miss Jocelyn'a defiant message was brought to him. "She need not be alarmed," he said. "There i3 no sort of probability that we shall be brought into contact with each other." But "Man proposes and God dis poses," says the sparkling little prov erb, and the week was not out before Mr. Junius Haven, strolling among the picturesque woods, found himself in a ruined saw mill, where tall, sweet fern bushes grew through the yawning crevices of the mouldering floor, and sunbeams sifted like misty lines of gold between the cracks in the roof above. "There must be a view from that peak," said Haven to himself; and springing up a slight ladder, which reared itself from beam to beam, he picked his way across the perilous flooring to the window, which looked out over a breezy stretch of vale and upland, where the blue windings of a river flashed in the sunshine, and the undulations of a distant mountain chain seemed to close up the horizou with its purple gateways. As he stood there, feasting his eyes upon the prospect, a slight noise below attracted his ear; he hurried to the edge of the floor only in time to dis cover that the ladder, his sole means of escape, was walking off upon the shoulders of a stout, silver-haired old man, who whistled cheerfully as he went. r - "Halloa!" shouted Junius. "Hold on there, my man! Where are you going with that ladder?" No answer no response of any na ture. "Is the man deaf?" cried Junius, in a sort of frenzy. That was precisely what old Hans Diefendorf was. As deaf as the pro verbial post. Pretty Una Jocelyn was waiting for him on the edge of the ruins, holding up one pretty finger. "Hush, Hans!" said she. "Dou't you hear some one calling?" "Me not hear nottiug," said old Hans, whose dull ears could catch Una's clear, sweet voice, when all the shouting of the farm hands was inau dible to him. "It must be de cat birds or some one who shoots squir rels in de glen, may happen." "No," said Una, crisply; "it is a voice calling. Stay here, Hans, until I come back." Hans stood still, contentedly, with the ladder on his back, while his young mistress hurried up the steep bank as fast as she could. "Who is it?" she cried, in a voice sweet and shrill as a thrush's warble. "It i3 I!" responded Mr. Junius Haven, plaintively. "I climbed up here, and now some one has taken the ladder away, and I can't get back." Una stood there, tall, brown-cheeked, with her bauds clasped behind her back and the wind blowing her chest nut curls about, while a mischievous light scintillated uuder her long, datk eyelashes. "Oh," said she, "I understand! You are Mr. Haven?" "And you are Miss Una Jocelyn?" , !iid he, coloring' and biting his lip, i "Exactly," responded the girl, here i3 an excelleat opportunity ' 3 to beavenged. You have called me an Amazon, a farm boy's assistant all manner of names, and you are at my mercy now." "Yes," confessed Mr. Haven, peni tently; "it's all true." "Don't you think it would serve you right," went on Una, severely, "if I sent old Hans home with the ladder, instead of recalling him to your assist ance?" "Of course it would," said Haven. t "So do I," said Una; "but I mean to be magnanimous. Hans! Hans!" Clear and flute-like her voice sounded down the glen, and old Hans' husky accents replied: "Yaw, yaw! I ish coming!" Una Jocelyn in the meantime stood looking at Mr. Haveu as coolly as if he were a Sphinx or an obelisk or some such marvel of the universe. Mr. Haven regarded her on his part with a sort of meek propitiation, and when at last he had descended and stood on the green turf beside his fair rescuer, he held out his hands. 1 "I hope we are friends?" said he. "Oh, certainly!" But she made no motion to take the extended palm. "Won't yon shake hands with me?' he asked, iu some discomfiture. "I didn't suppose you cared to shake hands with a regular Am zon," said Miss Una, sarcastically. "It was a foolish epeech," said Ha ven, vehemently, "and I've been sorry for it a score of times since it was spoken!" , . . Una turned to ''him with a smile that illuminated her piquant face. "In that case it shall be forgotten," said she. "And I'm very glad that old Hans brought ths ladder here to look for my poll-parrot that has been lost these two days." "I wonder if I couldn't help find it?" said Mr. Haven, eagerly. "I don't know," said Una,demurelv. "You might try." They did try. The parrot was not found, for he had been stolen by a tramp who slept iu the Jocelyn barn two nights before. But Mr. Haven and Miss Jocelyn became excellent friends in the progress of the quest. Una forgave him his city-bred preju dices, and he began to see things through the medium of her clear and brilliant eyes. They had called her a child, but she was such a bright, orig inal sort of child! And one evening, about a fortnight subsequently, Mr. Haven astonished his sister by saying, abruptly: "Well, Polly" (the name he always used when he was in an especially good humor), "I have a piece of news for you. I have proposed to Miss Jocelyn, and she has been graciously pleased to accept me." Mary clasped her hands in delight. "Oh, Junius!" she cried, rapturous- ly. "But not your Miss Jocelyn," he added "not the one like an exagger ated wax doll. It is Una that I mean my dark-eyed queen of the brunettes my little compound of fire and dew and sparkle!" "Oh," said Mary, "I am sure I'm very glad!" But she thought, and so did Miss Ellice Jocelyn, that there was no ac counting for the erratic direction taken by the current of true love. Saturday Night. AN ANCIENT TIMEPIECE. The Egyptian Water Clock Was the First Medium for Marking Time. The water clock, otherwise the clep sydra, seems, unless the Egyptologists find something fresh in that laud of incessant discoveries from the most far mists of time, to have been the first scientific effort at noting the hours. A good many people talk glibly about the clepsydra who neither know its precise construction nor the nation who have the credit of con structing it. That belongs to the Assyrian, and as far back as at least over 2600 years ago the clepsydra was used in Nineveh under the sway of the second Sardanapalus. It was a brass vessel of cylindrical shape, holding several gallons of water, which could only emerge through oue tiny hole in the side. Thus the trickling of the fluid marked a certain amount of time, and the water was emptied about half a dozen times per diem. In Nineveh there was one at the palace and oue in each principal district. These were all filled by signal from a watchman on a tower at the moment of sunrise, and each had au attendant, whose business it was to refill the clepsydra as soon as it was emptied, the fact being announced by criers, much as in the last centurv the watchmen drowsily shouted the hours at night throughout the streets of London. Some five centuries later an anony mous genius ma de a great improvement by inserting toothed wheels, which, revolving, turned two hands on a dial in clock fashion, thus showing the process of the time, which from one tilling to emptmg averaged two hours and a half. Iu this shape the clep sydra, which was then chiefly procur able in Egypt, became introduced to various other nationsii'ucluding Borne, where it flourisheid with various splendid embellishments until the end of the empire. Loudon staudard. An ordinance ace adfpted iu Is spiting iu Biookliue, street cars Mass., lor bids si: and in public b walk 3. Utiugs or on side- SCIENTIFIC SCRAPS. Some scientists now hold that above the altitude of 12,000 feet from the sea level the temperature decreases about one decree for every rise of 350 feet. If, after eating pure food, fresh out door air is breathed, the blood will show a large increase in red corpuscles, but by drinking stimulants, the red disks are decreased in serious proportions. Captain Parry speaks of the great distance thai sounds can be heard during intense cold. "We often," he says, "in the Arctic regions heard peo ple converse in a common voice at the distance of a mite." Bourrier, after a series of experi ments has come to the conclusion that fresh meat in a room filled with smoke of tobacco absorbs nicotine readily, and may under circumstances become so tainted as to lead to diges tive disorders. The temperature of the sun's sur face has been measured and determined to be between 12,000 degrees and 20, 000 degrees. The most accurate de terminations of the sun's temperature, made by Wilson and Gray, in Irejand, place it as 14,000 degrees Fahrenheit.' A celebrated.family of lion tamera are reported to use electricity. A live wire as stretched across the cage and serves as an impassable yet invisible barrier which protects the performer. It is said that one touch of the wire gives a lasting lesson to the fiercest lion. Foreign orders for aluminium are constantly being received by the Pitts burg Reduction company of Pittsburg, with works at New Kensington, Pa., and Niagara Falls, N. Y. Shipments have recently been made to Japan, Ger many, Italy, Austria, Sweden, and other foreign countries. Greenwich observatory claims that it has little clear weather, sun and stars are wholly invisible every other day in winter, one day in four in fall, one in eight in spring and one in six teen in summer. In the twenty years ending with 1896, there were only eight instances of sunlight for four teen continuous hours. Carbolic acid has been effectively used for tempering steel tools by M. Levat, a French engineer. Two cast steel gravers of fine quality were heated to a cherry red, and one was dipped into water and the other into a solution of commercial carbolic acid. They were then tried on chiselled iron and on extra hard white cast iron. The water-tempered graver, was notched in several places, while the other resisted perfectly. Hodgkins' Disease. Hodgkins' disease, which caused the death of a Yale student, is a curi ous but, fortunately, a comparatively rare affection. It is characterized by the appearance of glandular tumors, first appearing in the neck and arm pits and extending in groups through out other portions of the body. Young adults are the most frequent subjects. The malady is always associated with impoverishment of the blood and the relative increase of its white cells, also with marked enlargement of the spleen and changes in the bone mar row, and generally ends fatally within two years after the first appearance of symptoms. The swellings, which are at first isolated, vary from the size of a beau to that of a hen's egg, and finally multiply and coalesce, forming au almost continuous chain of growths, those encircling the neck being often larger in circumference than the head. The early removal of the primary enlargement is sometimes beneficial, and occasionally curative, but as a rule the fundamental error of nutri tion, which is at the bottom of all the trouble, is scarcely iossible of correc tion by internal remedies. The pre disposing causes of the disease are not hereditary iu character. In a fair proportion of cases the initiatory swelling of the glands is caused by some comparatively trivial ailment, such as an ulcerated tooth, an inflamed throat or a "running" ear. Life is terminated by exhaustion. Some times, however, death results from suffocation, or from starvation in con sequence of obstructive growths in the throat. New York Herald. London's Expensive Tog. Fogs are costly inflictions. Figures taken from an official source show that the excess in the day's gas bill would represent the supply of a town with 10,000 to 20,000 inhabitants for a whole year. The total consumption on one foggy day was 150,000,000 cubic feet, the excess in the output by the Gas Light and Coke , company alone being 35, 000, 000 cubic feet. The total cost of the gas consumed was $120,000, vt which $10,000 was due to the fog. In addition there must be added the cost of electricity and oil, and the loss of business by stoppage of traffic and lack of custom is a seri ous matter for the west end shop keepers. That there is other loss than the mere worldly one is demonstrated by a spiritualist, who gives a striking testimony that London fog interferes terribly with the manifestations to the faithful. The lady spiritualist re lates that after twenty years' depriva tion mediumship returned to her un sought immediately on her arrival at Bath from smokv Lcudou. SERMONS., OF THE DAY. RELICIOUS TOPICS DISCUSSED BY PROMINENT AMERICAN MINISTERS. 'Our Yesterday and Our To-morrows" is the Title of Dr. Hepworth's Sermon in the New York ' Herald Dr. Talmage on Trying Life's Journey Over Again. Note: The one-thousand-dollar prize for the best sermon in the New York Her ald's competition was won by Rev. Richard G. Woodbridge, pastor of the Central Con- srreiratlonal Church.. Mlddleboro. Biass "The Power of Gentleness" wa3 the title of Mr. Woodbridge's sermon. Fifteen sermons in all appeared in the Herald's competitive series. Text: "Sufficient unto the day Is the evil thereof." Matthew vl., 34. Here is a bit of philosophy too profound to be appreciated without eareiul and con tlnuous studv. It also contains a stern in junction not to worry over what cannot be helped, but, on the other hand, to make the best of your circumstances. You are com manded to let the past go its way Into the land of forgetfulness, and not to borrow from the future the troubles which you fear it may contain, but to live in the present as far as possible. It is a command very an ftcult to obey, and yet obedience is abso lutely necessary if you would get out of life all tu at God Has put into it. The man who has a vivid remembrance of his paatjtroubles and who cherishes that memory deliberately throws a -gloom over his present. If he will confine himself to the duty of the moment he will generally find that he is quite equal to it, but if he collects all the miseries of yesterday and of the day before and adds them to the bur dens of to-day he becomes disheartened, and his discouragement saps his moral strength and produces moral weakness. You have enough to do to face what Is im mediately before you, and If you conjure up the ghosts of misdeeds and of trials which have been outlived you do yourself a seri ous injury and interfere with your spiritual or business success. In like manner, if you think you can master to-day's work, but dampen your ardor by wondering how you are going to get through to-morrow, you produce a nervous tension which debilitates and brings about the very failure that you dread. No man can carry more than one day at a time. When Jesus asks you not to attempt to do so He gives you wise counsel, and you had better follow the ad vice. Life is not so smooth that you can afford to make it rougher by recalling the bad roads over which you have already passed or anticipating the bad roads over which you will have to pass before the end of the journey is reached. You may be cheerful, and therefore strong, if you will forget the things that are behind and let the future take care of itself; but if you propose to add yesterday and to-morrow to to-day you will add what God warns you against doing, and will certainly make a great mistake. It the sun shines now, be grateful and contented. Suppose it did rain yesterday, or suppose we are to have a blizzard to morrow. You have got beyond the rain on the one hand, and, on the other, the time has not come to meet the blizzard. It is foolish to make yourself miserable now because you were miserable a few days hence. One duty, one labor at a time is quite enough. If there 13 any enjoyment to be had, take it with an eager grap; for if you sit in the warm sunshine for only five minutes it helps you bear the cold of the next five minutes. It Is poor policy to spoil those first five minutes by worrying about the other five minutes. Let me illustrate. There la nothing in connection with death more wearing than the regret that you did not do more for the one who has gone. This is a universal ex perience with those who have any heart. The fact of separation seems to have a magio in it, for it is suddenly revealed to you that there were many little attentions which you failed to render, and the remem brance pierces like a knife. No one ever parted with a loved one without self-blame of that kind. But as a general thing it is all an illusion coDjured up by overwrought nerves. In very truth vou aid wnatever the circum stances suggested, you did as much as hu mun nature is capable of doing, but in the presence of death you accuse yourself of things oi which you are quite Innocent, and in doing so you make the parting harder to bear. It may be well for the dear one that he has gone. He has sweet sleep for the first time in many months. He is glad that the bonds of mortality are broken, that he is at last released, and in the lower depths or your own nearj vou are also glad for his sake. But there comes thi thorny thought, that you may have been remiss, and your soui is wrung py it. You do yourself a wrong. You did what you could. You were loving, tender, gentle and more than kind. You have real burdens enough without adding imaginary ones. Your tears must not be embittered by an accusation which has no basis in fact. Life is too precious and too short to be wasted in regrets of that kind. The duties of the future demand your close attention, and you have no right to think of the dead ex cept to recall a sweet relationship and to dream of a reunion. Lire your life as quietly and s peace fully as possible. Live in each day as it con.es. Other days, whether past or future, must not be allowed to press oa your heart. This is the noblest policy you can adopt, the policy which comes to you as a divine injunction. Let ueither regret nor an ticipation Intrude upon you to make you weaic. It Is evident that there Is a plan accord ing to which your life is arranging itself, and equally evident that it you are repose ful and trustful, doing the duty of the present hour and not fretting over the duty of the next hour, you are in a mental condition which keeps all your powers at their best. It is the grandest privilege to feel that there is a God, a guardian of human des tiny, and that you are in His hands. If that conviction is one of your possessions, your pearl of great price, vou can be quiet even in the midst of tumult and cheerful in the midst of sorrow, for your very tears will serve as a background for the rainbow of hope and promls e. Geonoe H. HEPwontn. DR. TALMACE'S SERMON. "Would You Like to Live Your Life Over Again? is the Subject. Text: "All that a man hath will he give for his life." Job. il.. 4. "That la untrue. The Lord did not say it, but Sutan said it to the Lord when the evil one wanted Job still more afflicted. The record is: '3o went Satan forth from the presence of the Lord, and smote Job with sore bolls.' And Satan has been the author of all eruptive disease since then, and he hopes by poisoulng the blood to poison the i-oul. But the result of the dia bolical experiment which left Job victor proved the falsity of the Satanic remark: 'All that a man hath will he give for his life.' Many a eantain who has stood on the bridge of the steamer till his passengers got off and he arownea; many an onginemr who has Kept uisnauu. ou uiu inromw valve, or his foot on the brake, until the most of the train was saved, while he went down to death through the open draw forldcre: manv a fireman who plunged into j blazing house to get a sleeping child out. the fireman sacrificing bis life m the at- tempt, and the thousand or martyrs wh submitted to fiery stake and knife of mas sacre and headman's ax and guillotine rather than surrender principle, proving that in many a case my text was not true when it says, 'All that a man hath will he give for his life.' "But Satan's falsehood was built on truth. Life is very precious, and if we would not give up all there are many things we would surrender rather thr surrender it. We see how precious llf from the fact we do every thing to proUl it. Hence all sanitary regulations, p study of hygiene, all fear of draughts waterproofs, all doctors, all medicines, ' struezle in crisis or accident. An Admir.'. of the British Navy was court-martialed for turning his ship around in time of dan ger, and so damaging tho ship. It wa3 proved against him. But when his time came to be heard he said: 'Gentlemen, I did turn the ship around, and admit that it was damaged but do you want to know why I turned it? There was a man over board, and I wanted to save him, and I did save him, and I consider the life of ona sailor worth all the vessels of the British Navy.' No wonder he was vindicated. Life is indeed very precious. Yea, there are those who deem life so precious they wouldliketo try it over again. They would like to go back from seventy to sixty, from sixty to fifty, from fifty to forty, from forty to thirty, and from thirty to twenty. "The fact is, that no intelligent and right feeling man is satisfied with his past life. "However successful your life may hav been, yoare not satisfied with- It. What is success? Ak that question of hundred different men, 'and they wilJ ghe a hun dred different answers. One man will say, 'Success is a million dolrars;' another will say, 'Success is world-wide publicity;' an other will say, 'Success is gainiug that which you started for. But as it is afc,ea country, I give my own definition, aiiil say, 'Sucoess is fulfilling the particular mission upon which yon wore sent, whether to write a constitution, or invent a new style of wheelbarrow, or take care of a slclc child.' Do what God calls you to do, and you are a success, whether you leave a million dollars at death or are buried at public expense, whether it takes fifteen pages of an encyclopedia to tell the won derful things you have done, or your nam is never printed but once, and that in tha death column. But whatever your success has been, you are not satisfied with your life. " "Out yonder is a man very old at forty years of age, at a time when he ought to bo buoyant as the morning. He got bad habits on him very early, and those habits, have become worse. He is a man on fire, on fire with alcoholism, on fire with all vll habits, out with the world and the world out with him. Down, and falling deeper. His swollen hands in his threadbare pockets. and his eyes fixed on the ground, ne passes through the streets, and the quick step of. an innocent child or the strong step of a young man or the roll of a prosperous car riage maddens him, and he curses society and he curses God, Fallen sick, with no resources, he is carried to the almshouse. A loathsome spectacle, he lies all day long waiting for dissolution, or in the night rises on his cot and fights apparitions of what he might have been and what he will be. He started life with as good a pros pect as any man on the American continent, and there he is, a bloated carcass, waiting for the shovels of public charity to put him nve feet under. He has only reaped what he sowed. Harvest of wild oatsl 'There is a way that seemeth right to a man, but tha end thereof is death.' "To others life is a masquerade ball, and as at such entertainments gentlemen and ladies put on the garb of Kings and Queens or mountebanks or clowns and at the closa put off the disguise, so a great many pass their wholo life in a mask, taking off the mask at death. While the masquerade ball of life goes on, they trip merrily over tha floor, gemmed hand is stretched to gemmed hand, gleaming brow bends to gleaming brow. On with the dance! Flush and rus tle and laughter of immeasurable merry making. But after awhile the languor of death comes on the limbs and blurs tha eyesight. Lights lower. Floor hollow with sepulchral echo. Music saddened in to a wail. Lights lower. Now J'ae mask ers are only seen in the dim light. Now the fragrance of the flowers is like the sicken ing odor that comes from garlands that have lain long in the vaults of cemeteries. Lights lower. Jlists gather in the room. Glasses shake as though quaked by sudden thunder. Sigh caught in the curtain. Scarf drops from the shoulder of beauty a shroud. Lights lower. Over the slippery boards in dance of death glide jealousies, envies, revenges, lust, despair and death. Stench of lamp-wioks almost extinguished. Torn garlands will not half cover tho ul cerated feet. Choking damps. Chilliness. Feet still. Hands closed. Voices hushed. Eyes shut. Lights out. "Young man, as you cannot live Hfeovac agaiu, however you may long to do so, be euro to have your one life right. There is in this assembly, I wot not, for we are made up of all sections of this land and from many lands, some young man who has gone away from home and, perhaps under some little spite or evil persuasion of another, and his parents know not where he is. My son, go home! Do i3t go co sea! Don't go to-night where you may be tempted to go. Go home! Your father will be glad to see you; and your mother I need not tell you how she feels. How I would like to make your parents a present of their wayward boy, repentant and in his right mind. I would like to write them a letter, and you to carry the letter, saying: 'By the blessing of God on my ser mon I introduce to you one whom you have never seen before, for he has become a new creature in Christ Jesus.' My boy, go home and put your tired head on the bosom that nursed you so tenderly in your childhood years. "A young Scotchman was in battle taken captive by a band of Indians, and he learned their language and adoptad their habits. Years passed on, but the old Indian chieftain never forgot that he had in hi. possession a young man who did not belong to him. Well, one day this tribe of Indians came in sight of the Scotch regiments from whom this young man bad been captured, and the old Indian chieftain said: 'I lost my son in battle, and I know how a fathor feels at the loss of a son. Do you think your father is yet alive? The young man said: 'I am the only son of my father, and 1 hope he is still alive. Then said the In dian chieftain: 'Because of the loss of my son this world is a desert. You go free. Return to your countrymen. Revisit your father, that he may rejoice whea he sees the sun rise In the morning and the trees blopsom in thespring.' So I say to you, young man, captive of waywardness and sfn. ; lour n.other is waiting for you. Your sisters are waiting for you. God is waiting for you. Jo home! Go home!'' A committee of the cotton mill striker at New Bedford, Mass., issued an appeai stating that the strikers arw starving.