North Carolina Newspapers

VOLUME XVIII. .. FRANKLIN. N. C. WEDNESDAY. -APRIL 8, 1003. NJMBEi: 15 v t AN UOTIIIOIIAL SURRENDER. A-SfORY OF THE FRONTIER. - . t "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 for?" 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. "Margaret" "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 over,- do." 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 j .11 "skorwoto r i 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 back. "I did not send ulu uway, Mr. Rob inson. You drove him away." "I?" ,; "You did, and I hate you for It" "And you love him?" he asked, breathlessly. "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" "Mr-. Robinson". "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?" "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 dead.". vv 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 the darkness. : 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 balls. "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 lever. "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 enemy, Robinson. His heart seemed to beat a hundred times before he dropped the stock of his gun. "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 talked. . "How did you got here, Curtis?" : "Been after goats." "You left suddenly." "Yep; but what the dickens are you doing here?"' "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 "Yep." "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 death. "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 vamose." 'And leave you here? Not much." "But I'll die, anyhow. It doeeu't atter how." 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 once more. 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 Robinson. " "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 Jeweler. "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. Look here." 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 cork. "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-e dn i h il 1 1 1 il 1 1 t t I V Ai 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, Four Confederate !!!!!; : 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 was expected. 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 for t HI ' ) 1 I 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! ( . 1 i 1 l 1 r 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 classic brow. "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 RECIPIES. 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 rinam. 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 teum It v i ii ml y x I i 1 1 t n i a (, 1 n i 1 1 I t I i t t 1 1 1 I'te-pect i : I 'iim, 1 l l ! i ef I--. r v it it sUtiiton' y 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 iortune." e 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 here. 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 apherea, 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 to work. 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 it 1, 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 mom i n i J evL'nintf, nnd theru ia not tec it. I, fr ri it 1 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 never cntc up with themselves. The "mora convenient season" lends them a step 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 1 lb. 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 Smith. - 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- 111, wh! of nn r f-x. ' i V i in t in (Ii - I 1" ill will nut p!vo a 1 1 1 i i 'i Hui ibmii s (le f nn 1 I', t 1 J i i r if I 1 ' I tbi-m the clerk of la i a 11 t' i r ;..Vi ; 1 I 1 t 1 RETRIBUTION. 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 i 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. HUMOROUS. "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' ruined 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 Times. A t3' tr T' ' if v l t i 1 I V anil i I i t ! a ti-nms r.-umii't, in), lirr ! d sua no I 1 i) fl3r i I'.i.in Slid-' to t 1 ' I the 1 1 1 a 1 "II: ' ( 1 f 1 1 1 o to turn I ( f a 1 - i II 3L