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VOLUME XVIII. ..
FRANKLIN. N. C. WEDNESDAY. -APRIL 8, 1003.
NJMBEi: 15 v
t AN UOTIIIOIIAL SURRENDER.
A-SfORY OF THE FRONTIER. - .
"May I come in, Major!"
"Who is it? What you Curtis? Come
right in, my boy. You're Just In time
for my taps pipe."
Burke sank Into the -wicker chair
the Major pushod toward him, and
Blowly filled tola pipe from the prof
fered Jar. . ,
"Major Wright," salu he, at last, "I
want to leave the post." .fa
The old gentlvtman looked up qulck-
ly. "Leave the ?ost, man? Why, what
The young o"3cer arose and stood
In front of the commandant.
"You've been more than a frfend
and kind commander to me, sir, and
I come to you to ask this favor." ,
"Yoo did right to come to me.
What' the trouble, aiy boy?"
Years ago, when he was a young
ster, he had loved the boy's mother,
and when her son had come from the
"Point" he had tried to be more than
"a kind commander and a friend to
him." It tras with the solicitude of
a father Jor his son that he asked:
"Curtis, my dear boy,- what- is the
matter? I thought you were content
here, and you've made an old man
feel like living; but now tell me,
what's on your mind?" and he rested
his hand on Burke's shoulder.
The lieutenant walked up and 'down
the ' room twice before he began.
"I thought so," broke In the Major;
"I thought It was the little flirt"
- "No, no, sir; not that It isn't her
fault" and Burke sank Into his seat
again-and hid his face in his hands.
.."It's Kobinson." -
The other man recalled an episode
In his own youth as he gazed at the
boy he loved.
"Mnlnr lletnnf I'll foil vnn nil.
You're the boot friend I have' on
earth, and you will understand. You
" know Margaret and I were as good
as engaged for nearly year. Well,
when Robinson' became sick at Fort
Leavenworth and was exchanged to
this post, you know how glad I . was;
for Ed was my chum and-'smate,
yeu know. W'clUi'' '-"Wo
vou wuetfTEaw noirrrw
trying to win MargaJet."
'- t.A- 1 1 l 1
"Friend! . A true.Jrtefid doesnt
steal away, the-grrf-yon love. I saw
this" a-month ago, and didn't say a
word to -Margaret or to him. Finally,
' Peggy" he half smiled "I mean Mar
garet, began to like him; so today
- I went to her, Major, and released
her f om every obligation she bad
towai . me."
The old man nodded musingly.
'I A n A cTvft inA ma aha didn't Ihfo m a
' any more, and she did love Ed Rob
' Inson," Burke went on; "but ' she
uuuy uemeu ium lie uuu cvur ujiu oor
his feelings, or tried to prejudice her
against- me in the least She wanted
, to defend him, you know. So, Major,
I've thoueht It all over, v and - I've
come to yoq to ask If I can't . leave
the post I can't stay here and see
her",; His voice half broke as he
hid his face In bis hands.
"Not ton (lit, my boy.' Stay
..V nil, IIWIDKU UIB WUU&n, H.U.
fY.ou'd better take a man with you.?
"Nft. alp t want in ha nlnna Anrl
now, good-by, dear f sir. -v You've al-
irnvfl bpn Rn pnoitY Yml tonm Ilka
.jciu kuoVjnlne-dtcd" when
I ww (so young I never knew how it
felt to have one." -' - -
A bait hour later a horseman left
the post by the west stockade gate.
He rode at a walk with his chin on his
breast, and seemed oblivious to every
thing.' The cool mountain breeze sang
softly to the tall grass as each blade
bent Its head to hear the music. The
blue hemisphere above glistened with
a thousand eyes, which with their
.otitis .twinkle tried to make- the man
forget his sorrow, but on he rode.
Burke's was not the only note of dis
cord; for It he bad noticed the north
west sky, he would have :m the re
flection of many fires, and had he lis
tened attentively he would have heard
the weird notes of an Indian song and
.the beat of many dancing foot. But on
be rode, and as the morning sun faint
ly tinted the mist high up on th moun
tains, he entered the foot hills and was
lost to view. --, .
That : morning, as the major re
turned from guard mount, a girlish
voice called to him from the balcony
of the post surgeon's house:
"Major, I want to see you. Come
The commandant bit his Up as be
turned and saw Margaret
"Come, that's dear. . I want to
ask you something;" and as the major
went up the stoop: "Where's Curtis?"
"You ought to know, Margaret."
"I?. I haven't the least Idea," an
swered the girl, with eyes wide open.
"You don't know what you've done,
Utile girl. You've Bent the best man
In the world away from you."
"Curtis gone!" . ':
"He left last, night You know,
Margaret, how close Curtis and I are
to each other, and he told me all.
"But major, what"
"I don't come as an envoy from
him, my dear. All I have to say to
you Is that Curtis la the best boy that
ever breathed, and that you've lost
him. Good by, little girl. I ' once
hdird of a case similar to this, and
.but never mind, you've done your
t no doubt."
apt the malor left her, Margaret
tat for a long time simply repeating
to herself, "Curtis' gono! gone!" And
then she set to thinking over thlr
friendship; how much he had . really
,V'"n tnner, and now good, and bravo,
'nriftVM. f'i had really loved him
on'-e. tin"'- lit to herself; anil she
knew i lu-r 1 "t of hearts that he
)..v(.,i . n:,.l !." 1 h-r yet and now
I ... v. - " 1 v i l l,0 i. 't ?
iini.r i e -id' mess
! and a man mine out on the
last month In Denver. But wou't you
come and play tennis?"
"Mr. Robinson, Curtis Burke has
left the post"
"Curtis gone!" '
That was Just what she had said to
herself a hundred times during the
last minute. -.
"Yes," she answered.
"Why?" . '
.1. "I sent him away."
r "Margaret,. did you send him away
on my account?" And he looked
straight into her eyes. Ha thought
she was bis, for her eyes reflected his
glance or a moment; then she shrank
"I did not send ulu uway, Mr. Rob
inson. You drove him away."
,; "You did, and I hate you for It"
"And you love him?" he asked,
"I do, Mr. Robinson,' and wo are
your enemies after this;" and she
swept into the house.
Robinson hardly realised that be had
left her veranda aa he walked across
the parade ground and sank Into a
chair in his ovrn quartern ",
That afternoon, aa the major passed
the surgeon's house, he saw Margaret
on the stoop again. '
"What are you doing, Margaret?"
; "Why, major?" she asked, sadly.
"If you don't stop, every officer In
the regiment will be leaving the post"
"Left about ten minutes ago by the
west gate.", . - .
A great rapping came at the ma
jor's door, and a hurried call: "Ma
jor!' Major Wright, quick, let me In!"
The major had been sleeping sound
ly, but awoke suddenly and hurried
to the door. "Who Is It? What la
"It's me MacLaughlln." , . '
"What's the matter, sergeant?"
"Major, Black Snake and his band
are oil the reservation."
"What?" ' ,
"Sure, they've been dancing for the
last two days, and this afternoon the
ana about nrty bad rvu-vm
tnu-iiU " ' "-ru ine agency
and half kl The sergeant
gasped ; ouV Iora 09 WM ,0
winded and exciL. . . L .
"Which way did they go?" asked
the major. He had gone back . into
his room antfwaa hurriedly dressing, ;
"I can't toll you, sir. The rest of
the Indians are so excited with the
dancing and their medicine that you
can't get a word frpm them. Cross and
a couple of men from troop B happen
ed over to Scott's and found him nearly
Officers and men were coming out of
their quarters. The bugle ; sounded
and the call was taken tip by the
trumpeter of each troop. In shadowy
squadrons they formed in on the par
ado ground, and In a moment they, were
gone through the west gate, with the
Major at their head, pounding out Into
: For a day Curtis Burke had been
In the mountains, alone with his
memory and his rifta. The keen joys
of a good killingite him foel the
more like faclnglliq world again, and
there was something of lightness in his
heart as he descended the trail through
the Stage Coach Pass and came Into
the foothills. He bad ridden hard for
the last hour. A spring attracted his
notice to the right, so he said, half to
himself and half to the pony, "Let's
take a drink." He swung off, and to
gether man and beast drank from the
same pool He rose and stretched.
"Well, Roxy, do you want to rest?
Shall I cinch off,?" . ' ;
As he spoke, a rifle cracked near
him. He turned quickly as a bullet
sang ovor his hat Beyond his pony's
back he saw a haze of smoke rising,
and through It a figure crouching. His
revolver was out at once, and a yell
followed bis shot.
"Indians, by Jove!" He was on
Roxy's back In a moment, as the echo
of his would-be-assassin's yell echoed
down the gulch.
Dp the trail he sped, There's only
one place for us, Roxy1, and that's tho
Caldron. The reds must have jumped
the reservation. I'll have to hide you,
pet, in the bushes; then, if cartridges
hold out, we' can keep them oft a
while. Curse them, they're coming!
Yell, you devilBt Split your 'throats!
There, Roxy, you stay there and don't
make a noise, or you'll be wearing
another brand at rounding up time.
Oood-by, old girt," and he crawled In
to a natural hollow on the top of the
bill. Below him he could see the In
dians breaking cover. They had left
the trail and their pontes, and had
formed in a half-circle and were crawl
ing up, r v. .v;:.v ;.
The Caldron -was without cover
within a radius of two hundred yards,
not even a boulder. Burke unstrapped
his belt and loaded the magazine of bis
Winchester. He then took bis Colt
from the holster And laid It beside the
belt . .
"That'll be of use when we get
thick," he murmured, and he pepped
over the rim of the hollow and re
ceived a salute of yells and whizzing
"You're wild, friends. I am afraid
you're linded with Scott's worst tan
glefoot, instead of your rifles with his
best powder." Every period of these
sentences was punctuated by a pull on
the trigger of bis gun and a snap of the
"I can hold out for some time, and
then when wo close In "there, Snako,
that's for you you're a mean one,
you are, and I am gl;;d I knocked you
down last month! You go to the' roar
and nurse that arm, ynung ninn, (imi
liiiHl.-.linll upIihII tirtlinll iiiihrilliir Iirillu
don't" Icing! "lead" hnnur! "a n y
more war parties'' hang!
A r ' n n ' i ' ! i r f ' o yi 11 i '
ami that eyo uelonglng to his worst
His heart seemed to beat a hundred
times before he dropped the stock of
"Get in here, Ed, for Heaven's sake,
and thank God you're here! I don't
mean that I want you to be killed,
but two Winchesters are bettor thao
one, even If look' out, man, down!
They're getting the range. Lay there
till you get your wind." "
"How in the world!" ' ,
"Shut up; don't talk. You'll have to
take my place In a little while!" He
peeped ovor the edge and fired three
times. . -
Robinson was beside him now, and
alternately they singled out their man
andf let drive. Between the shots they
"How did you got here, Curtis?"
: "Been after goats."
"You left suddenly."
"Yep; but what the dickens are you
"Shooting Indians;" and Robinson
smiled through the grime on his face.
"1 left, Ed, because Margaret bad
"I know; that's why I'm here,
Curt" u . : '
"Did you leave because you thought
Peggy'd sent me away." v
"I lit out for your sake, Ed; and
on the edge of that little hollow on
the hilltop the two men shook hands.
Below, the reds hod ceased firing for
the moment,' , and all was still as
"Whatever happens, Curt, we're
here to stay together"
"Till death," answered Curtis.
. A report rang ;ut near them, and
Robinson fell backward. : v
"I'm hit' Curt," he said, quickly.
" "Oh, Lord!-where?" A red spot on
his shoulder showed the place.
Burke peeped over the rim. Five In
dians had tried a flank move, and his
ready rifle just stopped them.
"I'nTdone for, old chap," Roblnjsflt
crawled back ' and lay downarhls
face. . '
"Nonsense!' said Oik. "You're
all right." ! y7,; '
"No, Curt, It cad. I tell you what
Put me pa the rim and I'll fire -as
long as- I can, and you get out and
'And leave you here? Not much."
"But I'll die, anyhow. It doeeu't
Curtis turned suddenly.. "I have It
pony Is right down here, I'll carry
yev down to her, una you get on ana
unJsr cover bf my flee ride!"
d leave you here? Not much."
Robinson repeated Burke's refusal. .
"Cone on, I'll carry you, Ed."
"It cinH be done, Curt!" , .
"Look-i-Ufsy're. coming! Get , up
here, Ed;", and, Spounded as he was,
Robinson dragged himself to the edge
The reds were getting braver. About
twenty of them were running up the
hill. Without a word, the two whites
plied their Winchesters. The Indians,
are cowards at best, and they broke
and ran at this steady fire. ' .
"Now is our time, Ed IV exclaimed
Burke. "I'll carry you!"
Robinson reached out his hand and
grasped Burke's Colt He placed it to
his own head. ' ,
A sorrel spot showed itself In the
sight of Burke's rifle, and a wild neigh,
answered his shot. He kicked the re
volver from Robinson's band with,
"You fool, I've killed the pony and
we're both here for good!".
Colors had just been sounded, and
the flag came lazily down to the boom
of the Major's favorite : ten-pounder.
Over In the Shade of the wind break a
hammock was stretched. A thin man
lay In it and beside him sat throe
persons. The girl who was fanning him
half crooned a bit of a cradle song aa
she swayed the'hammock. A young of
ficer with his arm In a sling was play
ing chess with an elderly gentleman
with a major's leaf on his collar. The
game suddenly ended and the Major
sat back. " f
."Peggy, when are you going ' to"
nerve yourself up to a proposal?"
The girl fanned the thin man In the
hammock violently. '.
"I dont know," she said blushing.
"Why,.! brought him back to you,
and you ought to claim him. Hadn't
she, Robinson?" '
"She bad, Indeed, Major. Margaret,
go on. We'll coach you. I know lust
what to say. I've done It before; hut
I hope you'll have better luck than I."
Under his breath the Major repeated
the hope, but he laid aloudl , -
"Peggy, go on."
The girl hesitated a moment
"Curtis," the commenced. The thin
man sat up In the hammock.
"Margaret, will you take what's loft
of me?" -
"Yes, Curtli. .
"And I'll fc' chief mourner," said
"And aa commandant of one of the
divlsiops engaged," said the Major, "I
order'an unconditional surrender."
New York New
. Diamonds and Rubles Float
"We float diamonds and rubles now
to prove their genuineness," said the
"Float diamonds and rubles! What
are you saying? Gems won't float,"
expostulated the patron.
"Ob, but they will In some media,"
the jeweler insisted. "A chemist," he
wftat on "has ijomposed and bottled
and put on the market certain harmless
acids that will test gems accurately.
He poured from , vial Into a bowl a
colorless fluid. Then Tie unwrapped a
black vol vet cloth, ami a handful' til
beautiful, unmounted diamonds were
displayed. One of these he dropped Into
the bowl, and it Uo.it. d like a pn o U
"Soe that?" he said. "1 bat Is a posi
tive proof that tliia diamond in f .1-
Ine I! ro, now," ami he took out -f
his pin ket anotii'T bnnmtit ' !.-'!. ih ;
a 1-ti -in h r
i h il
1 il 1
BILL ARP'S LETTER
Youngsters Ply Him With . Kaij
Questions K-jgardmg Hiatory..
Kl'TuITl BOCKS AEE KUCH NLLDLD
The Rising Generation Is Becoming
Poisoned In Mind Through Read
inf Biasd Literature A Call,
down for Wisconsin,
So many young people who are
thirsting .for historical knowledge
write to me for help that I feel encour
aged and will answer their Inquiries as
far as I, can. These syoung people In
the country' towns have schools to go
to, but they lack books reading
books, cyclopedias, biographies, and,
If I was as rich as Carnegie, I would
plant a library of such books In every
community. I .would- have a million
sets of some standard cyclopedia print
ed for every school, even If they cost
fifty million dollars. That would dif
fuse knowledge among the young peo
ple and do more good than all be IS
doing In the big cities. But what we
most need In the south are historical
books that will be standard with us
sad relate the truth about the sotith
and secession and the confederacy au
slavery and the war and rem'
tion. I had a cyclopenln-'
whole column of onjalf
Brown and JirS pedigru
northernrafo horse, and
of JoUh B. Gordon, or
of our southern, poots
n.-. , mra T .vinnul ft r
for the International hi4 - m iin
fc Co. The tributes In that work to
Mr. Davis and Lee and. Jackson are all
that could be desired and more than
I wonder what bar become of that
great southern publishing house that
was projected In Atlanta some time
ago. That Is what we want and must
have to perpetuate southern t'.story
and defend our fathers and grandfath-
2rs from the slander ol northern toes.
L is northern histories, northern, nov
els and. nothern plays that have al
ready poisoned the minds of thousands
of young people. ' Only yesterday I
glanced at a serial story In an Atlanta
paper, and the. first thing I saw was a
verse which read: ,
"John Brown's b1y lies mouldering
' In the ground,
But his soul keeps marching on."
In a Missouri paper I saw whero
yankee troupe were playing "Uncle
Tom's Cabin." And now a fool fel
low from Wisconsin wants to get our
governors to appoint dolegates to
convention In Atlanta to determine the
race problem, and It Is said that that
man Spooner Is at the bottom of it to
get np a presidential I oom for himself.
I suBpecttl thero was a nlg.er in the
woodpile, for these northern politic
ians never do anything from patriotic,
unselfish motives. Hanna's scheme
fell through and Spooner taought he
could patch It up. But the south nev
er was more aroused, and. unlter" on tue
negro question and will resent all in
terference whether it tomes from
Washington or Wisconsin. Wisconsin!
What impudence! A xtate whose for
eign population Is 62 per cent of the
whole, and, of these there are 88,000
who can't speak English, and only 760
negroes In the state and three times as
many Indians. - What does Wisconsin
know or care about our race problem.?
In the last few days I have received
three letters from young poop.e want
ing to know somethinc about the con
federate flags, what were the design!
and who designed them. I wish that 1
could, sketch thorn and paint them In
this letter, but all I can do Is to de
scribe them and give tueir history.
There were tour in all but only two
lived to see tho end at Appomattox.
No. 1, or the "Stars and Bars," was
adopted by the confederate congress at
Montgomery. .Its stars were on a blue
field and Ita red and white bars made
It look somewhat like tne Stars and
Stripes, and sometimes was mistaken
for the United States flag, and so
General Beauregard designed
No. z, "The Battle flag." and Gen
eral Joe E. Johnston adopted It, and
It was never changed. It was a btue
cross, or rather an X studded with
stars and Set- on a red field, . "
No. I. In May, 18C3, tho confederate
congress adopted a national flag. It
was a miniature battle flag set on a
white Sold that had a wh te border at
the side and afar off was mistaken for
a flag of truce. And so. In March,
1885, congress adopted No. 4 as the na
tional Sag. This bad the same battle
flag on a blue field, but the white bor
der was smaller and a red one put on
the outside of that. This flag did not
wave very long, only about a month,
but nevertheless it remains as a na
tional flag of the confederate stai.es.
But the dear old tattle nag No. 2
was the fighting banner of every com
pany. Our wives and our daughters
made them for the boys In gray, and
many of them wore smuggled back
home again after the surrender and
still kept as household treasures. Our
boys, the Rome Light Guards, had one.
and one night tho young peoplo gavo a
tableaux performance In tho city hall
to ralso a h'lio money to put some
benches 111 tlio ili':;Tniird churches,
for all the pews had been taken out
And renvoi ted Into horse tri
t HI ' )
1 i t e 1 1
i 1 i i'
( i I
1 a 1
V.u;;iell Were In
h i ntel tiie i '
'T. f i! ( .
quarters and come back quickly with
half a dozen Dutchmen In arms to
make the arrest He marched the
young men over to his office, bur pa
roled tho young ladles until he could
hoar from General Thomas, whosu
hoadquarters were In Louisville. I was
mayor. then and we bad some ho
words. Ho said finally he would ro
lease the young men until he could
hear from General Thomas. So I
wrote to General ThomaB by the same
mall. He very graciously forgave us
but warned us not ,to do so any more,
for the display of a confederate flag
was treason and the punishment ol
treason was death. 1 . v .
This Is enough about Bags. There
Is n j troason In displaying one now.
Time Is a good doctor and Time keeps
rolling on. My wife and I had another
wedding last Saturday, and", good
friends were calling all the afternoon
to say good words and congratulate us
on our long and happy ' married life.
Early in the morning,: while my wife
and the family were at breakfast, I
came In late and slipping up behind
her planted a venerable klis upon her
"She half enclosed me in her arms,
She clasped mo in a mock embrace;
(No she didn't either,)
And' bending back her bead, looked np
And gazed Into my face." ' 'f ; -'
Yes, she did that, for It took her by
surprise. I hadn't kissed her since
the first day of Juno which was
her birthday. T)?'s, year satisfies
her now RILlTaKiTsMjlanta Con
Orange Sago. To two cups of cold
nter add one cupful of sago; let It
luntll the water Is all absorbed;
add another cupful of boiling
m and cook until the sago Is clear;
ire ready four oranges sliced and cm
ni small pieces; sprinkle with sugar
while the sago is hot; pour it over the
oranges and put In a coot place; serve
with powdered sugar j i . ' -
Fruit Gelatine. Remove the skin
from three bananas; slice them! cut
into quarters two ounces of candled
cherries; cut In halves two oranges
crosswise, and with spoon remove the
pulp, rejecting the seeds; have soak'
lng one tablespoonful of gelatine In
three tablespoonfuls of cold water;
add to It half a tut of sugar and ons
cup of boiling water; stir over the'flre
until the gelatine Is dissolved; put the
fruit in a mould; pour over the gela
tine; stand .".side to cool; there should
be" Jelly enough to cover. the fruit;
whon. ready to serve turn the Jelly out
on a dish and, heap whipped cream
around the base. - , ,
, Cream Pie. Beat the yolks of three
eggs with one cupful of sugar; sift
two level toaspoonfuls of baking pow
der with one cupful of sifted flour;
add It to the yolks of eggs and sugar;
then add half a' cup of milk and tho.
whites of the eggs beaten stiff; butter
two lycr cake .pans and fill them with
the mixture; put in a .rather quick
oven and bake ten minutes; removo
from the oven; let stand two minutes;
then turn them out of the pans; Just
before serving spread with whipped
cream,- sweetened and flavored; the
top may be Iced. '. '
, Eggs en Fromage. Melt - a' table
spoonful of butter In a saucepan or In
your chafing' dish, and 'a scant cup ol
grated rich cheese mixed with si
slightly beaten eggs and stir e-jnatnm
ly until the mixture Is. creamy and
smooth. Season to tar with salt and
paprlca and immediately turn out cn
wait that hc been softened with hot
milk and butter mixed. "
Fig Pndding. Break five slices of
bread into one pint of milk, add halt
a teaspoon of salt, half a cup of sugar,
ons cupful of suet,, three tablespoon
fuls of flour, throe eg;;s, half a nut
meg grated and sixteen Qgi chopped
fire; turn into a greased mould anil
steam three and one-half hours; erye
with a fruit sauce' or with whipped
Vanity Puffs. Bali ono cup1 of milk
and thicken It with flour to make n
stiff dough; stand aside to cool; add
two eggs unbeaten and one tablespoon
ful of melted butter; drop spoonfuls
Into smoking hot fat, and when brown
remove with a skimmer,' d.nln and
roll fn a mixture of suear and Cinnamon..-1-
- i.,. ...,.;,'
ONE USB FOR AMMONIA,
I have often read of the great aid
rendered the housekeeper by ammonia.
syi a writer In Tho Household, but,
as happens In the case of much other
good advice, it was absolutely thrown
away on mo until quite lately. I one
day went to work to clean the silver,
and as there was quite a little of it I
Was prepared for a long job, and a
most disagreeable one. An old aunt
who was with me proposed a wash
la strong soapsuds with a dash of am
monia; when, .lot at the expense of a
good washing and wiping, It was re
stored to the, sideboard, with a lustre
I had never been able to obtain with
polish or whiting and unlimited el
bow grease. More, the filigree work
was cleaned perfectly, without any of
the white sediment left, that Is so dif
ficult, nay, almost Impossible, to get
out. The knlve3, forks and spoons
had to have a little rubbing with whit
ing to remove the discoloration, but
nothing to what was usually required.
In a remarkable speech delivered
the other day at Khartoum, Lord Cro
mer made Rome strllilns; observations
an to the future of the Upper Fmnhin.
Ono great ol.-il ruction to the (levelon-
ment of -:;vpimn in.luHiry, he p-ii
ww the hu h i tli e of i"o I M I
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A SEEilON FOR SUNDAY
AN ELOQUENT DISCOURSE ENTITLED
; THE END OF TIME." ;-
The Re. Dr, David J, Burrell DImouivm
. iBitmetlvely on Thame That la Lim
Eluqaoot Months Mlahl Saam Thread.
. 1rtEeoBnmlsa Praemaiitsof Tlmai
New YonK Ctrr. The Rev. Dr. David
James Burrell, .pastor of the Marble Colle
giate Church, Fifth' avenue and Twenty
ninth itreot, preached on "The End of
Time." He took his text from KeveUtioni
x: 6 nd 6: "And the angel which I uw
(land upon the en and upon the earth
lilted -up his hand to heaven, and aware
by Him that liveth forever and ever, who
created heaven, and the things that therein
are, and the earth, and the things that
therein are, and the sea, and the things
which are therein, that there should he
time no longer."
Our theme it a trifle threadbare, but per
haps nona the lesa profitable on that ac
count. Jt is an easy matter to. make a
homily on tim, but not all homilies are aa
much to the point as that of the court jes
ter Jacques: - ' - v e -y
"Good morrow, fool," quoth t ' V
"No, air," quoth he;
"Call me not fool till heaven bath sent me
And then ha drew a dial from his pokt,
And, looking on it with lack-luster eye,
8a va very wueiy, "It ia ten o'clock;
U'Uus may we see," quoth he, "how the
World wags; - .
Tia-bnt an hour ago eince it waa nine;
An.l after one hour more 'twill be eleven;
And ao, from hour to hour, we ripe and
ipe, t .'... ....
And . then, from hour to hour, we rot and
rot; - .;. ;y .
And thereby hangs a tale." ; ;;
Let thia melancholy "tale" engage us for
a while. The iaauea of interminable aeons
nmi, depend upon the attention. we givo to
rclin hands en the dial. He who
' t the lessons of time n ready
""inonsihilities of eternitv. : .
time?.. "Time "ia money,"
they eat A rood, if we would real-
iae it. A n. -int Benjamin Frank
lin's book atnre" ai quired the price of
a volume. "One doiiu:." was the clerk's
answer. "Call your emvloyer," said the
would-be purchaser. WMO Fraitklin was
asked the price of the voltrHat he answered,
"One dollar and a quarter." '- Why, your
clerk asked only a dollar," "ToTjilaTeY
but you called me from my printing presa
and I am charging you for my time". The
man argued and remonstrated in vain.
Presently he uid, "Now, Mr. Franklin,
really wnat is your lowest figure for thia
book?" "One dollar and a half." "Pre
posterous! ' You only asked me a dollar
and a quarter." "Yea, but my time is val
uable, and every minute aends, the book
up." Thia was sound philosophy and good
buaineas. It our days and hours were all
marked with a price in plain figures we
should probably be lesa proflicate of them.
Wo have no such ecrupla about wasting
time aa we would have in throwing gold
eailea ints the eea.
, But time ia more than money.. It ia "the
stuff that life is made of." It stands for
privilege, opportunity, resnonsibility, judg
ment, heaven or hell. You may throw
away a dollar and earn another, but no
two momenta overlap. The last one aaid
farewell forever: the next ia already gone!
Time ia a talent a talent of gold atamned
with the image mil superscription of the
King. God made it, aa He made the trees
and mcnntiuns, and Ha owns it. He has
entrudted it to us, to be put at Usury for
Him.' "Will a man rob God ? Yet ye have
robbed Me, saith the Lord of hosts." The
misappropriation or misuse of days and
hours and momenta ia as really dishonest
as the tapping of an employer'a til). Thia
is a serious matter, and gives us sufficient
food for thought, if our question were
pushed no further, . But we cannot atop
I naked an age J man with hoary hairs, '
Wrinkled and curved with many worldly
oar,., v. ?. "
"Time k the warp of life," he said, "0 tell
The yun$( th fair, tho brave to use il
I asked the mighty angel and silvery
Those bright chronometers of passing
years; - - .
They answered, "Time is but a meteor'l
v glare,". - - ' : : -j
And bade me for eternity prepare.
I ssked the mighty angel who aball stand
One foot ou aea, the other on the land; I
"Mortal," he cried, "the mystery ia o'er; '
Time waa, time is, but. time shall be no
. . more!" .... .
A step further brings us to the inquiry,
What ia time for? or to what end has tliii
momentous trust been reposed in ml Lcl
it be understood that time is not for ns tc
live in. Wo are not ephemera; we live for
ever. Tim ia given us for preparation.
Th e is only the antechamber of life, where
We stand waiting until the door opens and j
we pass in. Death is the angel that opens
the door. The only reason why we fear
death is because - we know that as time
leaves us eternity finds ua. Death ends
probation. - We cross the line with our
characters chrystaliced: "He that is unjust,
let him be unjust still; he that ia holy, let
him be holy still." These are our school
days; death is "commencement." Her
we serve ao apprenticeship; death Is going
The other day a young newspaper re
porter said to me, on my refusing an inter
view: "I wish you would help Jim along.
I'm on probation, and whether I get an
engaipnient or not depends upon my suc
cess in thii sort of thing." I wonder how
some of the people who are now wasting
their probation can expect to be taken
Into service in the kingdom of Qod. What
can they do? Let the great Employer ask
therp, ''What can' you do?" How will it
seem to anawer, "I can sell dress goojjt I
can lead the german ; I cau mnkssmo;T?y or
spend it; I can drive a bargain; I can sail
a schooner or run an engine; I can 're
ceive1 and 'entertain;' I can make money?"
These may be good aa far as they go, but,
In all soberness, how far do they go as a
preparation for the tasks of heaven? Do
you know, friend, how to comfort the grief
stricken and rescue the wandering? How
to minister to the need of the wnnnded
traveler on the Jericho road? How to give
the oup of cold water to one of Ood's little
ones? Kow to point a penitent sinner to
the lamb of Ood?l How to sneak the
praiaei of the One altoirctber lovely? How
to sinu "Holy, Holy, Holy, Lord Ood Al
mighty?" I not, what a bewildering nrt
oi place heaven would be to you! What
are you lit for? Heaven is no plnce for
unskil ed labor. What can you do? 'i'inn
is (riven you for this very purpose, to gel
ready for the things further on.
But how much time have we? Enough;
no more, no less. It is distributed s'to
every one according to his several ability,
A abort life is long enough, and the Ion;
est life is short enough (or what must be
done in it." B ieca said, "We complain
of the shortness -ef lime and vet we nave
inore than we know what to do witn. Out
lives are spent in doing nothing at all,
nothing to the purpose? or nothing that we
oimht to do. We are ever complaining
that our days are few and acting as il they
wee without end."
e have time er.oimh for work. An
day" is a purely artifitwl
thin..;, ( oil never n ailc it. "Am tfc-re
now twnive hours in the tiny?" (Ind's (lay
in wlie ii "rein pu ib to hi work'' is from
J evL'nintf, nnd theru ia not tec
I, fr ri
ot God. It la not enough that wo ahnulll
close the shop; wo must open the windows
of our souls toward God. The Sabbath is
a "hallowed" or holy dav. The Lord knew
how busy we would be on the secular days
so b'jsy tint we are likely to give little
or io thought to spiritual' thing where
fore He said, "I will give them a day for
their aouls; when they may come up into
the mountains and breathe the clear air
with Me." ... , -
So He baa ?iien us time divided and ad
justed to our needs, and it behooves us to
make an economical use of it. Some people
are alwaya in haste; other aw -always be
hind time. It was a wise saying of Fla
veb, "To come before the opportunity ia
to come before the bird is hatched; to
come after the opportunity ia to come after-
the bird is flown," Every day, every
hour, every moment strikes its own bal
ance. Postponement is profligacy. Pro
craetiistion is a spendthrift ns well as a
thief. It was Jwd Chesterfield, one of
the worldliest of men, who wrote to hir
son, "Never put off until to-morrow what
you can da to-day .' -.-j. -
But the worst of all capital Crimes ia
"killing time." The phrase is significant
significant of murder most foul. The
youth who seeks to quiet memory and an
uneasy conscience by plunging into dissipa
tion; the old social campaigner who wan
ders about with a worn -out stomach and a
wizened heart in search of pastures new;
the devotee of fashion, whose idle days
are spent in recovering from worse than
idia mghta these all are chronocides, and
thev are moral suicides as well. " ,
Oh, the waste, the frightful, irrevocable'
waste! Dreaming empty dreama, building
castles -in the air, righting specters and
windmills, entertaining van regrets and
foolish hopes, brooding on old grudges,
tearing characters to tatters-over the tea
cups, borrowing trouble, -writing books
that never will be published nor ought to
bej groaning over imaginary aches and
pains, crossing bridges before we come to
them what a large part of life these fill?
And every moment lost th't way ia lost to
self culture, lo-t to humanity, filched from
toe set vies ef God.'; ;-.-e
The wnr'.d is full of commonp'ace peoplo
who have squandered their birthriuht and
fallen short of all the largo possibilities of
wiimi ui!,-IH - lue misuse ui
liiey sit tilted bacs In their
twiddlms their thumhs
beuig fought, sndyfficTTrtbi no and hnm
to fret when
is coma- on. 1 hev
up with themselves. The
convenient season" lends them a
ear in and yea- o-it. , ,.
One of the valuable secrets ot success Is
knowing how to economize the fragments
of tune. An hour seems a little matter,
but you con read twenty quarto pages in
an hour, and an hour a day for four years
would carry you through the Kncyclopaedia
Britannica. ' Ten minutes are hardly worth
considering, yet Longfellow in his youth
translated Dante's "Inferno" in the ten
minutes flay after dov. while he waited
for his coffee to boil. "Gather un the frag
meita that nothing be lost." . While Pro
fessor Mitchell was in chorge of a division
during tha Civil War he said to a young
officer: "You excuse yourself on the ground
that you are only a few minutes late. Sir,
I have been in the habit of calculating the
value of a millionth part of s second!" It
is the loss of time, a little here and a little
there, that makes life a failure and eternity
an irremediable disappointment.
Will there br an end of time? Aye,
when eternity begins. The life beyond is
unconditioned by the falling sands of the
hour glass. At the sounding of the sev
enth tmmpet John saw an angel arrayed
in majesty, with one foot planted on the
aea and the other on the land, who pro
claimed the end of the present cycle,
"There shall be time ao loader!" But t9
all intents snd purpoat death marks the
end of time for every man,- Probation is
over, once for all. The present probation
would, Indeed, be a farce, if there were
another after it. The fabric ia lifted from
the loom and there is no gathering up its
loose end. School ia out and life begins.
Wherefore, whatsoever thy hand findeth
to do, do it with thy might, and de it here
and now; for there is no work, nor device,
nor knowledge, nor wisdom nn thn arflva
whither thou goest. It is a true saving of
Emerson's, "No man- has learned any
thing rlghthrwnjj be knows. that every
EZ. T..TCi:.'.: .rLT" !risWn-eurprlso)-You don't niebuUsw.
Ths time to will, to choose, to act ia now.
If sin is to be repentedof, repent now. If
Christ is to be accepted, accept Him now.
Now is the accepted time and to-day is the
day of salvation. "Ths golden oportunity
ia never offer.-d twioe; aeist thou the hour
when fortune smiles snd duty points ths
way." , ,,.,-.v
In hoa mntnantft nenrlil; Mamiiua
f Ood's Opportunity.
Some one has said that "each lmm.in life
ia another opportunity for God to display
His grace and power." So it is and tha
thought will grow upen you aa you medi
tate upon it. Just think, "I am God's op
portunity!" Isn't it wonderful!. Isn't it
glorious! When w look at others whom
God has richly blessed and honored in ser
vice we can aee how it is, but do yfe ever'
think of ourselves as God s opportunity?
: Every one that responds to God's call,
"Come!" gives God a large place in the
World. Every one who obeys God's com
mand, "Go!" assists God in gaining a larg
er place in the hearts of men. Every re
generated heart and life ia a new garden in
which God plants His aeeds of jove and
grace; a fountain out of which flow con
stant streams of healing power. Take it
home nd say to yourself. ''I am God's -p-portunity."
Be that, and your life will be
come unutterably grand, and your exper
ience unspeakably sweet. Presbyterian
Journal. : ' . ..
Making Others Uappy, ,
When you rise iit the morning- forW a
resolution to make tnetfaya "happy ono to
a fellow creature. It is easily dune: a left
oil garment to the man who needs ii, a
liina word to the sorrowful, an encourag
ing expression to the striving trifles in
themselves light as air will do at least for
the twenty-four hours. And if you are
young depend upon it, it will tell when yon
are old, and it you are old, rest assured it
will send you gently ond happily down the
stream of time to eternity. By the-most
simple arithmetical sum look A.t the result.
If you send one person, only one, happily
through each day, that is 3Bj in the course
nt the year. And supposing you live forty
years only after you commence that course
of medicine, you have made 14,600 being
happy, at all events for a ti-no. Sydney
- Tie Urnnd of Drink.
Sin acts ita seal upon the humanMace ns
distinctively aa righteousness, aya the
Union, tiignal; An article in a New Or
lenns paper states the fact that expe
rienced barkeepers enn tell what a man
drinki by the peculiar discoloration of his
skin. There is, it pppcars, a livery of
whisky, of brandy, bevr, absinthe, each one
doing it deailly work with strict individu
ality. In no little corner of the creation is
law inoperative, whether it he the law of
bie or the law of sin and death.
The much TLfad gallantry of the
Gaul, says an English paper, does not
extend to his financial dealings with
the dames de la poste, as the women
clerks of the poat-ofT-e are cnlled.
They receive only $-00 to begin with,
and out of this have to dress decently.
If not smartly, and to support them
selves. They petition for on addition-
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Poor old horse I Be has to do
Just vhat,w humans tell him to I
True sympathy his woes proVokei
When first he starts in life, he's broke,
Re plods as bid, this way and that; -He's
foroed to wear a tunny hat.
He has no chance to choose his sup.
He has to sleep while standing up,
'.- ..... . ... . . ii
And when we bipeds seek the track
ana dsi; ana ran ot ooln go boon, 1
Unmoved, the steed beholds our plight '
Aad says, In horse-talk, "aerves yeu right,"
v . . Washtngtoa Btar.
"She has buried three husbands.
"Vos; I heard her say that she had a
lot In the cemetery." , - .-.;..:''
La Mott Is the young man who Is
going to play a finished musician? La
Moynd-No; but he will be if r can
find a brick handy. 4; 7 .. '-iv-';
Sunday School Teacher Now,- oan
any one tell me who made the Milky
Way? Tommy It was the cow that
jumped .over the moon,?Mr , ;'
Mr. Brown Yes, Sladerjfr Jtawstotr
ately fond of horses, but he loves his
wife, too. Mrs. j5 Brown He lovca
anything, he can drive, j
--WfigfThe average .-Englishman fa
slow to sie a Joke, isn't he? Wagg-
Yea; he believes that he' laughs nest
who laughs the next day.' , a
She Why do you suppose tley have
Ull the telephone wires so high In the
air? He Oh, tljjtycUJiev-can keep
up the conversation, j suppose?"
MoLr'hBHirBt deaf mute's flu
gnalled rapidly, "did you get
at job aa office boyf'v "No," replied
the other. "the man sid he dldnt think
I'd ansver." f i. y, - W
Sharpe (describing amazons) Ima
gine a great army of women and their
leader calling: "Fall In!" Whealtonr
H'ml It it was aa array of women ,1
guess they'd "fall out'
Silllaus Prosperity has
quite as many men as adversity. Cyn
leus Possibly; but most of as eaia
prefer to take the former course U we
are to be ruined at all..
W - .I- frv-S,
" Blobbs The Vermiform appendix
seems to be the ons thing in the world
that la absolutely ,. useless. Blobbs
Uselosst Why it has kept tots ef doc-' ?
tors from starving to death, i; is vlf ,
..Nelfc-Mrs. Rlttenhouse Sqer-ws8
heir1 husband was a perfect nobody
when she married him. Belle And.
nowT Nell Oh, now he ia Mrs, Rtt
tenhouse Squeor's husband. - y.,
: Backlotx You don't . mean, to say
this is the first you've heard of It?
Subbubs Yes. Backlots Why, its
the talk of the neighborhood. Bub
bubs Yes; my wife Is away w a vis
it ' ' t "
"I say, auntie,- uncle said this morn
ing that there wasn't another womau
like you In the world." "Ah, the dear,
good fellow; did he really, Freddy?"
"Yes; and he said It was tv joljy good
job, too!" . r'-.'
Dusty Dennts-Yes, mum;" when I
ride even millionaires have to pull out
ovKf.. SMA t. A wttr t ll V Tjllv
you rtdVTrn-eaijktgeT Dtfaty Denula
No, mum; a patrol wagotv . -
' Twist I should think you'd be,
afraid to write in your novels ot things
you don't know the first thing about
Bluff My dear boy, dont you know
that the" people who read my books
ion't know even as much as that?
Lady Aren't you the poor man .to
whom I gave a piece of my cako tho
other day T Tramp-No'm; dat wns
me twin brudder Bill. He croaked de
next day after eatin' dat cake, an I
toughl mobby you'd gimme a quarter
to bolp ereekt a marhle -Shaft to his
mem'iy. '. , ft $ a,
j Mqther--Have you any, waterproof
boots for a boy? fyUesmon We have
waterproof boots, ma'ami biit they are
not for boys. Mother Why dont ytu
have some for , boys? Salesman
When somebody has invented a boot
that has no opening for the loot to
get into It. we may hope for boy's, wat
erproof boots, not boforo. f v.-
" Mutiny Veterans at Delhi.
3iiaii nil rTiTssasuT7i7Ti Trrrri p ii "
ia their places, a small band oFT"?t
composed in about equal poropniuus
ot Europeans, Eurasians and natives,
all well stricken In years 4slid dome
visibly . bowed . down .under -.their
weight, gray haired and white be-; -riled,
march up the arena from the ci-re-monlal
entrance.;, They would ' .In
make such show-of . military ' -i!-ment
and, Boldlor-llke precision of
step as thelnflrmUtes of i -.so ..iv,
but in many- cses;iht"sUUiiipt in 1m-
yond their powers. Of the Europe " ;.
some are in plain mufti, some In l-
torms fang since discarded, and tarn
ished and faded In the course i '
years, while sevoral are weftHir- '
uniforms of their civil and m'
employment. The natives ohm , i
long mainly to the humbler cIuk. .
their long, flowing r'rm'onts h -and
unadorned. But, n"'0 t
than In shining raiment or In
of gold and sliver, thoso ro
clothed in the glory of an ;
memories as the records of r '
plre can boast "They are i
erarm, about fiOO altogether; i.
of those slender lw ' 1 f
stout-hearted Britons and b
tlves who. 45 years a;;i. re ;
for the empire on tha !.,. c
In tho resiliency at Luck now, :
ninny another bloody f m
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