PRESS.
THE
VOLUME XIX.
FRANKLIN. N. C. WEDNESDAY. AUGUST 17, 1904.
NUMBEK 33.
FRANKLIN
WANDERLU8T.
1 am longing for the seawird and the
sunrise,
. And the wanderlust Is deep and
strong In ma,
I m longing for the hills, where the
sunset soothes and stills.
And the great white heart of Summer
pulses free.
What the spirit Is that stirs, I know not.
It has sung aud it has lured for years
untold;
West or cast we little care, we must
follow, we mut dare.
When the old chart of the vagrants Is
unrolled.
Jnmos
A FOREST
By UOE L.
Daniel Davis, who died late In 1900,
In his ninety-fifth year, was the last
survivor of the numerous bands of Im
migrants who came straggling Into the
then unbroken forests of the township
Of 8pringbrook, New York, between
1806 and 1815. As a lad of seven years
r thereabout, he came in 1812 with
Is father, Horatio Davis, and his four
latere, all older than hlmeelf. Mrs. Da
. vis died the year before.
A doaen yesrs later Daniel had
grown to be a sturdy young man ol
nineteen, and the family were firmly
established on one of the best farms
In all Western New York. Father and
on, working together, had cleared the
land; three of the sisters had married,
and all were prospering.
Twenty-odd miles to the southwest of
the Davlses' farm dwelt Kphraim
Granger, who had been their next-door
neighbor In Connecticut. The two fam
ilies still regarded themselves as neigh
bors, although a hundred houses and
farms intervened, where not one had
been upon their arrival.
The Erie Canal, connecting the Hud
son River at Albany with Lake Erie at
Buffalo, was ncaring completion. Dr.
Davis had obtained a contract to sup
ply the lumber needed for the stretch
of canal between Syracuse and Roch
ester, and Mr. Granger 6old him the
standing timber on two hundred acres
adjoining his own farm, which was
much nearer the line of the canal than
was the Davis place. There was also
a good sawmill on Thompson's Creek,
only two miles away.. Daniel Davis
hired a dozen men and went to the
timber tract
The party were all experienced
woodsmen. They built a shack or
lean-to of bark, enclosed on four sides,
but with a wide opening, Just cutBlde
of which a fire was kept burning at
night and to cook their meals.
Washington Granger was about Dan
iel's age, and the two young men were
fast friends. A member of the Grang
er household of hardly less importance
than the only son was Bose, a magni
ficent hound. He was a yellowish
brown animal weighing fully sixty
pounds, and was as fearless as a Hon.
. Mr. Granger had refused fifty dollars
him - nK. a Ana at
in i lima" i.imvuo j. 1 1 1 c iui a. .."p.
that time.
At noon on the fourth Saturday af
ter they had begun getting out the
logs, Daniel consented to take a half
holiday and try to shoot a deer. Wash
ington Granger was to accompany
him with Bose.
The two left the camp at one o'clock,
and had gone only a few miles when
the bound routed out a fierce old bear.
Bose Instantly fastened upon the bear'B
bind quarter, and the animals rolled
over and over as they fought.
"Shoot, Wash, shoot!" Daniel shout
ed. "Bose will be torn into strings or
else hugged to death If you don't.
Washington hesitated only for a mo
ment The risk of hitting the dog was
Dot so great as that of leaving the
combatants alone. He took quick aim
back of bruin's fore leg, and fired Just
as the two animals rolled over. The
huge bullet went straight to the
bear's heart, killing him instantly, but
the dog fell, too, seemingly as dead as
the bear.
The force behind the ball had been
too great The missile had gone
through the bear's body, and had then
passed through the top of the hound's
head, making a groove In the skull.
Apparently the brain had been pene
trated, but In reality the bullet had
gone above and had merely depressed
the bone.
Washington was broken hearted as
be thought of what he had done. What
would his father do and say? He turn
ed the limp body over, examined the
wound and the scratches where the
bear's claws had furrowed the tough
skin, and then sat down with his head
In his hands. Daniel sympathized with
his friend keenly, but as he did not
know how to express himself he turned
his back and pretended to examine his
rifle.
Neither was giving any thought to
what was occuring about then, when
suddenly they beard a growl that made'
their flesh creep, It was so rasping,
high-keyed and peculiar. They sprang
up, thinking another bear was about
to attack them, but Instead they saw
that Bcee had staggered to his feet,
and, with his hair bristling and froth
dropping from bis jawa, was making
off toward the underbrush. He did not
lope or gallop, but trotted stiffly, with
heaving flanks and bis noes pointed
upward. His eyes appeared glazed and
sightless, and there was an air of piti
less ferocity about tie dog wholly un
like the playful, friendly Bose the beys
knew so well. '."-.
. Washington called and whistled, but
the bound did not even turn bis head.
As be disappeared In' a thicket he broke
Into a howl, a noise so savage and un
like his customary musical bay that
the hearers shuddered Involuntarily.
For a half hour or more they heard It,
growing fainter and fainter till It had
become a mere echo of sound far away
to the south.
. That was the beginning of Bote's
career as a cunning. Insane demon.
Bose was not rabid, but every one be
lieved he was, and his bite was more
dreaded than that of a rattlesnake.
Then, too, the story of his disappear
ance grew as It passed front mouth to
mouth, till it attained a wlerdness that
kept children awake at night But
there was something besides mere ru
mor to add to the general nn easiness
before long. .. . ,
About ten days had passed, and one
Bight the lumbermen were sleeplM on
Every dawn breaks like the pealing of
a trumpet,
Every night the sunset loiters on the
run,
Something calls each vagabond to the
land of the Beyond,
, For the great nuknown Is waiting
there for him.
What the spirit Is that stirs, I know not,
It has sung and it has lured for years
untold;
Go we east or go we west, careless are
we of the uuest.
When the old chart of the vagrants Is
unrolled.
Owen Tyron, In the Now York Times. ,
TERROR.
j
HEXDRICK.
the ground under their bark shelter
when Timothy Eldredge, who lay near
est the opening, suddenly screamed and
then gasped as if strangling. All
thought he had a fit of nightmare; but
when Daniel Davis sprang to awaken
Mm, he grasped, not the man, but a
writhing, tensely muscled animal that
stood over Eldredge, and was slowly
throttling him.
Instinctively, and In spite of the
darkness, Daniel recognized the beast
A great horror came upon him. Grasp
ing the dog by the neck with both
bands be tore him. away from the man
and threw him into the center of the
fire. . Again came the howl he had
heard before, now rendered doubly hor
rible by the darkness, as tho insane
animal rolled away from the coals and
disappeared.
Eldredge was half-dead, chiefly from
fright; for he had seen the dog the in
stant before it had seized him. A' fold
of Ills blanket had prevented the ani
mal's fangs from meeting through li In
throat, hut one sido of his neck was
bddly bitten, and tho pressure had
nearly strangled him. He 3tarted on
foot for home the next morning, al
though manifestly unfit to travel. Ho
declared that a thousand dollars would
not. hire him to spend another night
In the shack.
The others were becoming nervous.
and when Bose attempted to rush the
camp again on the following night,
there was a panic. Everybody wanted
to stand guard at once, and no one
slept The dog was easily beaten off
with a club, but he circled about and
howled steadily.
Daniel went over to Granger's the
next 'day and got his rifle, but that did
no good, although he fired at the dog
repeatedly. The Insane beast's cun
ning rendered a fair shot Impossible,
and the men soon realized that noth
ing short of killing him outright would
drive him away.
On the third night they bolted In a
body and went to Granger's barn,
where they slept in the loft. They were
beyond Bose's reach, but it did not
take him long to learn that he could
make them as miserable by day as by
night. All he had to do was to rush
at 6ome Isolated man, and howl shrilly
and fierc ely.
These tactics he began two days af
ter the abandonment rf the shack, and
soon the teamsters refused to take a
lead out unless accompanied by a
guard with a gun. Bose knew a gun
and its uses, and he took no liberties
with an armed man. Neither did he
attack the horses or other animals.
Men were his only prey.
The work dragged and matters went
from bad to worse. Finally after a
week had passed, Joe Thcmas, the er
rand boy of the gang, was bitten
through the ankle. He had gone to the
spring for water, and had laid down
the shotgun he was carrying that he
might dip up a pailful when Bose
sprang upon him from the tall grass.
The lad was bowled over, and the
dog seized his ankle and began worry
ing it Joe's shrieks brought the
wbde party on a run, and the hound
disappeared before any one could shoot
him.
"It's a matter of twenty-two miles
to Springbrook," Henry Kelley re
marked with quiet emphasis, "but I'm
going there this night. My life Is
worth more to me than six shillings
a day!"
"I'm with you!" several others said;
and then all looked at Daniel Davis.
"Well," he said, smiling queerly, "I
don't want to be the last man, especial
ly If Bcee is right behind."
They reached Springbrook, in four
hours, and carried Joe Thomas much of
the Way. All agreed that he was a
dead boy, and no one was more sur
prised than himself at his speedy re
covery. Mr. Davis was almost too disgusted
for speech; but after he had gone over
to Granger's and bad spent two cr
three days there, he returned in a dif
ferent frame of mind. He sublet his
contract, and no one was asked to
go back.
Upon his arrival at Granger's he had
found the whole neighborhood aroused
to bunt the Insane creature down. A
four-year-old girl, the youngest child
cf a French-Canadian settler named
Riibino, had disappeared on the after
noon that Daniel's party had fed. Bose
had been tracked from the spring to
the roadway where the child had last
been seen. There all trace of both had
been lost, but no one seemed to doubt
that the bound had killed the child.
The hunt lasted all day, a region ex
tending oyer five miles each way being
traversed thoroughly, and late at night
the dec was cornered at the foot of
a bluff beside Thompson's Creek. On
ly his gleaming yellow eyes could be
seen, but a volley had been followed
by howls showing plainly that come of
the bullets and buckshot had taken ef
fect Strange to say, however, the ani
mal's body could not be found. There
was blood cn leaves and grass, and it
was hoped he was dead, but there was
no proof. Weeks and months passed,
however, and the only thing certain
was that Bose was no longer the ter
ror of the neighborhood. .
' The next sprlug, as usual, the Davis
family topped the trees in their large
sugar-bush. "Boughten" cr cane-sugar
was expensive and difficult to get Even
the well-to-do still depended chiefly up
on their maple tree- for sugar. .
Late in April, to close . a successful
harvest In the maple grove, Daniel Da
vis and his sister Barah decided to have
a sugar festival. Huge fires were kin
dled; the ground was smoothed for
games and dancing, and musicians
were engaged. Plenty of plain but ap
petizing food was provided, and all
the neighbors were Invited.
The sugaring off cf a huge kettle of
boiling sirup was the event of the
evening. Just before the sugar granu
lated, a portion of the rich sirup was
drawn off to be eaten with warm bis
cuits, ;
Next, "at the moment the proper
stage had been reached, a second por
tion of the sirup was dipped from near
the bottom of the kettle, where It was
thickest and heaviest, and pctired upon
snow to form the delicious maple-wax.
A favorite amusement at a sugar fes
tival seventy-five years ago was to de
coy a dog into the circle and toss him
a hugo ball of the maple wax. He
would seize It, but the instant his teeth
were burled in the sticky mass, tbey
would be held as If In a vise. At the
Davis festival the wax had been rolled
Into a ball the size of a pippin apple,
and, old Nero, the family mastiff, had
been lured from the house to the grove.
The honest-eyed old fellow had been
made a victim of the trick several
times, but he never learned to be wary.
Ho was a courageous animal, and
had never been known to show the
white feather. Quivering with Interest,
he stood while Sarah Davis balanced
the ball In her hand. His eye roved
eway for an Instant as he turned his
head from side to side. Then he
shrank back, not from Sarah nor frcm
the wax, but from a point a third of
tho way around the circle. His tail
dropped between his legs, the hair
roro on his neck and shoulders, and
with a growl of mingled rage and fear,
Nero for the first time In his life
turned and fled.
In auizement every one looked to
ward where tho dog had seen the ob
ject of his terror, and as they did so an
audible Rasp escaped from every
throat. There, standing quietly among
them, was the dreaded Bose.
They knew him by his eyes, wild,
rolling, fierce, yet, In a way, expres
sionless. One was filmed over and evi
dently sightless, and the Bears of many
a wound blotched the brownish-yellow
coat with white. His left front leg
dangled from tho knee down, and the
prcir creature was a gaunt skeleton.
For a second longer he stood mo
tionless. Then he raised bis muzzle
and howled and stood shifting his three
t'eet, as he gathered them beneath
him for a spring at the throat of the
victim he might select.
From face to face roved that savage,
sightless eye aud Its seeing mate. Then,
then! you could see every muscle stif
fen. He had chosen Dorothy Mixer,
the youngest Bud prettiest girl present
for bis prey!
A dozen young men sprang forward,
Daniel Davis at their head, but they
were not quick enough. Across In
front of them shot a yellow-and-whlte
streak. The onlookers groaned or
shrieked, and many closed their eyes,
hut enc among them was even quicker
than the dog.
Sarah Davis still held the huge lump
of wax In her hand. Three steps
brought her In tho hound's path, and
as ho swerved she thrust the sticky
mass fairly between his extended
Jaws.
How she did it no one was ever able
to explain, least of all the modest girl
herself, but somehow she had no fear,
and she escaped without a scratch. The
next Instant Bose was tumbling over
and over on the ground. A quick blew
from Daniel Davis' ax put an end to
his madness and misery.
The long terror was over, and Sarah
Davis was deservedly the heroine of
the holy.
When the news of Bose's death
reached the Oranger neighborhood, as
it soon did, it was remembered that
the tracks of a three-feted dog had
been seen leading down one of the
bluffs above Thompson's Creek for
some time. They were traced back to
the head of the bluff where a small
cave was found that undoubtedly had
been the hound's liar. Where he had
spent tho Intervening months or how
he had managed to subsist could only
be guessed.
The disappearance of the little
French girl remained a mystery till
late the following summer, when her
arandparonts came down from Quebec
and restored the child to her mother's
arms. Bose had had nothing to do
with her adventure but a Jealous un
cle bad stolen her In revenge fcr some
real or Imagined Injury. Youth's Companion.
To Read by Artificial Light.
' A Chestnut street oculist, after he
had explained In a hurst of confidence
the other day how the prevalenco of
the spotted veil is booming his busi
ness, went further in his revolutions
and said that the usual method of
reading by artificial light Is all" wrong.
With nearly everybody the method Is
to sit under a bright light as close
to it as possible,' so that the light will
fall in strong rays directly on the
printed page. If the remainder of the
room be dark it is generally consider
ed to be so much the better.
Tho mistake Involved In this idea
consists In thinking that any such
contrast of light is desirable. Often
enough, too, when reading is done un
der these condttldns there Is a re
flection from the page to the eye,
which makes the light aeem
brighter than it is. The proper
way Is to' have more than
one light in the room and all of
them high, so that these will be re
flected as well as direct light on (he
page, especially it the walls and fur
nishings be light lit color. This will
give more nearly the effect of day
light Of course, any reflections of
light directly Into tho eye are to be
avoided in either case. ; r ;
- Silent Auctions of China,
To a stranger a Chinese auction Is
a most curious spectacle, says the Lon
don Tribune. The auctioneer laans
over a slightly elevated counter and
exhibits his wares. He says nothing,
neither does the bidder, who merely
steps ft. -ward to the auctioneer, and
runs his fingers tip his sleeve, making
a pressure on the salesman's arm, thus
Indicating how much, he will pay for
the article. ,. Then another and another
repeat the action, until the one signi
fying the highest price receives the ar
ticle without a word being exchanged
on either side. Only the auctioneer
and the successful Udder know the
price offered sad acceotedi
Barn Wisdom.
Some good things: Kerosene oil for
lincned nil for wooden tools,
and lead and linseed oil for 11 farm
wagons, carts and machines,
i a nithfnrir wherever one is
heeded. Is a good in vestment Dont
carry two or three torus irom u
to barn all over the place. You can't
affcrd to.
Don't sell worn-out tools to the junk
man. Instead, take them apart with
wrench, chisel and hammer and put
h. ha iiu in making some of the
hundred and one things needed on the
farm every year.
To Keep Eggs,
svoah luM Atra are Dlicod In com
mon pasteboard boxes on end, as e?v
are packed, then covered completely
with common white flour and stored In
a cool place. After three months they
were found fresh and nice, and scarce
ly discernible from freshly laid eggs.
t naail nnrnmnn shoebOXefl.WhiCh hold
about two dozen each, the number'of
eggs and date of packing being written
on the cover, so the first packed could
be used first. Eggs picked In a mix
ture of llnio water and salt are nice for
enoklne nurnoses. but after a couple
of months are unQf for eating Cor.
"radical Farmer.
Squash Ine Borers.
When the squash vines wilt and die
In mid-summer It 1 well to look for
the borer. This Is the larva from an
egg laid during June, or July upon the
stems near the root. The grub lives
In the stem or root till near the end
of the summer, when it goes Into the
ground and remains In the pupal state
till spring. It often docs considerable
damage, not only to squashes, but to
all cucurbltaceous plants.
Such an Insect Is secure from all poi
sons. The moth may be picked off tho
leaves when they are at rost during the
early evening. They are described by
Weed as "a handsome Insect about
half an Inch leng, with an orange col
ored body ornamented by several black
spots upon the back, and having olive
brown front wings and transparent
hind ones." One way of trapping them
Is to plant early varieties as soon as
the season allows. Tho eggs will be
laid on these and when they begin to
wilt they are pulled up and destroyed.
If the vlqes are revered with earth
after they begin to run they will take
root at the Joints and live and ripen
fruit even though th9 main root be cut
off.
It Pays to Raise Turkeys.
The way I handle ray turkeys Is to
fence In flvo acres with park fencing
eight feet high; have three acres of
clover sod, and bow two acres to buck
wheat and oats, mixed together, for the
turkeys to work In. I put 'a fence
suitable to turn cows from the grain,
then pasture the sod. This amount of
land will feed thirty-five old birds and
their young. Each mother bird will
forward ten strong turkeys. I do not
feed my small turkeys anything. If
you wish, give a little millet Beed or
small wheat; do not feed soft food,
it Is not nature. Give plenty of fresh
water daily. By doing as above de
scribed, they will do well. You want
to build a low shed three feet on the
back and four feet In front; close in
back of nests and open In front; set
short posts out In the let, say three
feet high, and spike on poles for roosts.
I have had good luck with mine this
year. My turkeys brought me from
$1.75 to $2.75 per head at Thanksgiving
They were hatched the first of June.
About one month before selling feed
plenty of shelled corn and water. I
have not lost one turkey from sick
ness yet I am Intending to make a
business of It as fast as possible. Of
course I have the large turkeys. James
Thompson, In The Epltomlst
Keeping Bees on a Farm.
It is a source of wonderment that
more of our farmers do not keep at
least a few swarms of bees. Around
tbem on all sides blossom fields of
clover, tho Dsslures are elided with
plden rod and tho woods studded with
UWBWUOU.
Unlike other stork, bees reaulre no
special pasturage. They forage upon
mat wincn is unavailable to every
thing else.
Should you broach the subject of
bee-keeping to a group of farmers,
nine out of every ten would tell you
that his father or grandfather used to
keep bees, and that be could do any-
ming ne cnose with them, and would
probably conclude hy telling yon that
he bad often thought of keeping a few
swarms himself, Nit had never be
gun. Now there must be a cause.
Nearly every one keens his hens, anil
why should he not keep bees as well.
sue piain tacts are these; most peo
ple prefer to go without honey, rather
than run the "terrible risk" of being
tung by bees. There are those to
whom a bee sting Is especially painful,
but for the ordinary person the scare
Is more serious than the hurt Even
the oldest and most experienced bee
keepers do not And the sharp-pointed
"tail of a bee," an Instrument of pleas
ure. However, the hurt is only mo
mentary, and has nn lasting effeots.
Bits of Barnyard Sense.
When the cattle are through the
bars put them up, and put them all
P- Do not leave one or two down
and then drive stock that way. Lets
of cattle, especially young stock, are
made unruly Just that way. Make
them Jump over one bar today and
tomorrow they are ready to go over
two, and so on until no bars, however
high, will stop them. There Is more
human nature abcut cattle than you
and I Imagine.
Every living thing needs exercise;
cows are no exception. . I think of this
when. I see some folks advise keeping
cows in the stable the year round, i It
Is not the natural thing to do. t Yon
would not be at your beat shut up that
way, neither is the cow. Takes fresh
air and sunshine to make a cow k'ck
up her heels, and ft Is tho cow th"
does kick tip her heels that glrrs ccod
hatvlthymllk.
Now, this does not mean that the
cows should oe driven off a mile or two
through howling winds and storms to
get what water they want to drink.
This is the way more, than one man
does, though, and it Is going to the
other extreme. The middle of the high
way Is the best place for you and me
to do our traveling.
I know of men who are in the habit
of currying off their cows with the
milking stool. That Is not the best
way. The teeth are too far apart to do
good wcrk. , The cows know It too,
and sit down on every man who treats
tbern that way. Farmer Vincent
A Mistake In Selecting Trees.
A miBtake many new beginners make
when they decide on the variety of ap
ples which they Intend to set In an or
chard Is caused by the way they make
the selection. An inexperienced per
son in apple culture, happening to see
at fairs or on fruit stands an apple
that takes his fancy, Inquires the name
and at once orders that variety for the
future orchard, not knewing the habit
of the tree or whether or not it Is
suited to the character of the ground
on which the orchard is to be set For
instance, take the yellow Bcllflower.
On low, rich ground the tree is a good
grcwor, but blossoms very early, and
an orchard on such ground would have
little fruit Tho Bcllflower with mo
on high ground Lours wcl), and tho
fruit sells well. Take the Wluesap;
Its root system Is a failure. In my cr
chard one hundred trees of this variety
wore set out twenty years ago; there
ore only a few trees left now, and each
one Is held in place by a big post. The
Jonathan Is one of the best of apples,
but with me the birds eat most of the
fruit, and toward fall, when the winds
begin to blow, all tho apples fall to
the ground.
I know a man who has a Rambo or
chard, and about the time be begins to
pick the fruit he finds each apple has
a crack on each side of the stem, and
they begin to rot at once. A man sev
en miles from me is setting out an or
chard of Bismarck apples. He doesn't
know whether they will suit his soil or
totality. How much better It would be
for a beginner to go to the orchards
in the neighborhood where he Intends
to set his rrchard and learn ail he can
from the people who have had experi
ence! with apples In that vicinity. He
would) probably find that the apple that
he intends setting had been tried and
had proved a failure. A beginner In
apple culture fcifling nursery cata
logues would cencrwls he would be
picking apples In four yeajp, but If he
sets an orchard of Norther Spy, he
would be about twelve years dex-b-for
he would havo apples to pick.
Horace F. Wilcox, Julian, Cal.
Farm Notes.
Let the hens out these warm days in
a scratching shed.
The economic value of all foods de
pend upon their digestibility. .
Don't neglect those frozen combs.
They make your flocks look bad.
See that the incubator is In good
condition and begin hatching now.
An animal must be kept in good
flesh and thriving to make it grow.
The rearing and feeding of live stock
is the salvation of impoverished farms.
It is very desirable to put the early
limbs to maturity as soon as possi
ble. The greatest profit in agriculture lies
in keeping every acre actively produc
ing. One of the firBt things to be done on
a stock farm is to Improve the pas
tures. The farm teams accustomed to heavy
work should not be driven on tho roads
rapidly.
Young and growing animals require
a food which will make muscle rather
than fat
Sheep need and must have plenty of
grains and a variety of fodder to fat
ten rapidly.
It Is ever true that the good milk
and buttef cow will turn her food Into
milk and butter and not flesh.
The highest welfare of all domestic
animals requires that their food be not
only wholesomo but. nourishing.
To prevent the colts becoming wild
and tricky, treat them kindly. There
is no animal more tractable than tho
horse.
When pigs are allowed to sleep in
damp places, the result will often be
stiffness of the Joints, rheumatism and
disease of the spine.
Nothing will purify a stable and
keep It free from odors as the free use
of dry dirt. A good way to use It Is
to scatter it over the floor.
Intensive farming seeks to give
higher cultivation and heavier fertili
zation, and to 'make every acre yield
the heaviest crops possible.
In selecting a site for an orchard,
shelter from prevailing high winds In
the form of a hlU or body of timber
will be found of great advantage,
Clover Is a cleansing crop, as it us
ually shades the soil so that no weeds
can grow and at the same time it fur
nishes the right conditions to cause
their seeds to germinate and then
smothers the young plants in their infancy.
The Illusion of Being Busy.
A ridiculous notion is common that
we live in a time when there are more
important world affairs on hand than
has ever been known before; . and
there are silly people, both men and
women, who expect to be admired for
a useless expenditure of their nervous
and physical energies on all sorts or
absolutely foolish objects into which
no particle of intellect enters. Simply
to be always busy, always occupied,
always doing something passing rest
lessly from one piece of work to an
other, to have their bands full, never
to bp idle, as they say, seems to be
their ideal of life. ;V.
These precious muddlers, who plume
themselves on never being Idle, pass
their time doing useless things under
the pretext of being busy, and they
sssumo credit for a purposeless activ
ity. The biggest people, those who
r-ave really thought out their plan of
life, do not make the mistake of doing
what need not he done. They have
mo far everything because they do
-nt Imaslne they f are economizing
j -'-p by occupying every few spare
minutes In being unnecessarily busy,
, JatnrHav Review
A SERMON FOR SUNDAY
AN ELOQUENT DISCOURSE BY THE
f '. REV. A B. KINSOLVINC.
Subject! "The Debt to Cteur and to
God" We Must Not Penult h
"Hugo Mundane Machine" to It ml
Over Our Souls.
Southampton, h. I. Dr. A. B. Kinsol
ving, rector of Christ Church, Clinton
street, Brooklyn, preached here Sund.iy
morning in St. Andrew's Dune Church.
His subject was "Our Debt to Caesar and
Our Debt to God." His text win chosen
from St. Matthew xxii:21: "l'ender thie
fore unto Caesar the things which are
Caesar's; and unto God the things which
are (iod's." Dr. Kinsolviug said:
Were ever words more palpably just ami
fair! Could any statement ho more calmly
self evidencing? Could any disentangle
ment of the provinces of Co.l and Caesar
lie more distinct, or any declaration of our
respective duly be move lucid? Mn have
always been confusing tline two tilings
their debt to Caesar and theii ilrbt to Coil
mixing up in so'iie clumsy fashion the one
with the other, fancying that when they
have discharged one they have done thy
other nlso, rinding the one to co'tlliit with
the oL)ier through some mis'.iiidir.uiid'iig
of the d'gnity and weight of the respec-.ive
obligations.
And not only in private lite, lint in the
history of people, mid .Statu what confu
sion, what biun.In hi.; lias t!i;.e bren'
Look how the cruel Roman empire tried
through years to crush out the life of tlio
t liristian martyrs for simply doing fiur
duty to (iod, and thi n in turn, when tiic
empire had been eonquei-ed hy the chinch
and the papnry was seated upon its throne
and had erected its palatial Vatican amid
the ruins of the oM onkr, see liuw the
liau-;hty earthly embodiment of the heav
enly autocracy sought to bring low and
make feubsrrvirnt the things of Caesar! ,
You are l'amilinr, doubtless, with the way
the saving was hrought nliout. A party of
voting Phnrisres the old hacks hid recent
ly retired in confusion had joined w.lh
some llerodtans or .lewi.h nationalists to
I in t to Jeus a catch question to ct'snare
Inn. ''Master," said they with fcig.ii.il
earnestness, "we know tliPt Thou art tine,
and teachest the way of (iod in truth,
neither care:t Thou for any inai, for Tlioii.
regardest hot the pi'-sou of iupii. Tell u-.
therefore: What thickest Tlmit? Is i'
lawful to pay this distasteful Roman o'l
tax or no?"
If He had answered "Yes" He wou'd
have been at once discredited ns the Mes
siah King of Israel. If "no" it would
have been treason and rebellion against
ltome. So instead of falling into the trap
set for Hint, with a complete, a divine
grnsp of the whole situation, He declares s
principle which is the key to this wnole
complexity in life wherevej it may possibly
ccur. "Vhy tempst Me. ye hypocrites?
Show Me the triliutc money. Whose image
is this stamped on your current coin?
Caesar's. Yerv well. Then what is Cae
sar's give back to Caesar, and what is
Cod's to God."
The impression it produced at the mo
ment was profou.. ' "When they had
heard these words tl -. -lareled and left
Him and went their .ay." He had lifted
the whole controversy out of the imm
iliate and passing circumstances into the
region of largest and widest statesmanship,
and alMhe centuries of human history that
have rolled by since have not exhausted its
wisihim.
"Hender therefore unto Caesar the. things
that are Caesar's." Not A great deal of
tinit-, 1-iake it, needs to be spent in en
forcing this bciit.t. Jt marks the sanity,
the w holesomeness of Christ's religion. It
is no star-gazing cult. The charge agafilfit
it of inveterate other worldliness is a libel.
Christianity has always taught man to do
nobly, patiently, heroically his full duty to
the State, to rulers, to society. We are part
of a social system which has already taken
shape. Wo are in debt to it in many ways.
"We pass its coins freely; we enjoy ita en
donments." Its image and auperscriptiou
are on lis: We belong of right to our age;
our era of civilization, our nation, Stale,
city, community. All that is around us is
hut the providential setting and environ
ment of our lives. It is never perfect.
There is, and for a great while to come i
likely to be a vast deal that is faulty about
it. Hut we have no charter from Christ to
he hopelessly sour in our attributes toward
it. We are to trust, you and I, the upward
growth, tlie elow and painful evolution of
human civilization. We are to believe that
at the heart of the movement there nre
deep-hidden, interior principles which, in
eo-operation with those special and power
ful incentives which Cod brings to bear
from above, nre steadily bringing the king
dom of Caesar to 6ome better fulfillment
of itself. So then, even when we see
things in the nation, the municipality, the
neighborhood, go wrong; even when wo
see tyranny anil corruption and abuses, we
are not permitted to turn away in despair
and disgust. Wo have no right to stand
aloof as if our hands would be contamin
ated by any contact with it. Our duty is
to go bravely in and try to discharge our
duty to the civil and seculnr powers, re
specting the moral worth of the things of
Caesar, and confidently trusting truth mid
God and humanity for the dawning of the
brighter day. We are set ss Christians
not to build a dazzling visible churciu.nf
God upon the ruins of the dynasties Rtl
governments of earth, as was dreamed by
the medieval popes snd doctors. No, but
rather is our book to infuse into organized
human society the healthful spirit of the
kingdom of Jesus Christ, and meanwhile,
as Christ's words here clearly teach us, to
keep the two spheres distinct.
And on the came principle precisely I
think our Lord would have us deal with
entire honesty with the fscts of science.
To presume to use religious authority to
deny the ascertained and verihed conclu
sions of a genuine science as was done,
for instance, in the case of Galileo, and has
often been urged since, is to break Christ's
command. Natural science must proceed
along its own distinct and separate lines.
It cannot go out of its sphere to teach the
world religion. Its function is to icarch
out and interpret material acts. But in
its own proper sphere must respect it.
We owe it the tribute of our sincerity.
We must render to Caesar the things that
are Caesar's, and there will be no sori ol
peril to us if we are at pains st the samo
time to "render to God the things that are
God's."
But is it in the point that I have been
urging that most men fail, nowadays? . Is
it here that we need to throw our empha
sis on this "Bender to Caesar?" Are there
not certain forces in the realm of Caesar
which of themselves exact the payment of
what is due then? Does not this tribute
get itself paid in ss do the State taxes by
a sort of self-acting process, so that in "a
ro.igh way it has to be forthcoming? Is
not the real trouble now that we are in
so many esses surrendering to Caesar more
snd more of the things whibh belong to
Ood?
"It towers over us," some one has said,
"this World movement of modern civilisa
tion, with its immense volume snd weight
of human interests, human growths, hu
man skill and art and industry. It makes
itself more and mors felt ss the one over
powering, ruling fact. , It fills the scene.
Where is there sny room for the things of
God? Where tan the spirit more and
breathe? Where has the soul fled?" Be
cause of the pressure upon their lives of
the world of Caesar, because of the strong
currents that sweep them along, soul and
body, our debts to God too often go nn
paid. .-. '
You know how it is without my attempt
ing to describe, it in detail. Industry, with
Its iron necessities, grips a man; he flings
himself with good American pluck and pur
pose into the thing before him, and
and by the very hesdwsy of success, the
very stress of competition, is found to be
using up sll his strength. Soon his prayer j
ret thinner and poorer; he has scores time
Tor them and feels less snd less need for
them. When his days snd nights at ths
iillice are through with, he recuperates his
tired energies at the club, where h esn
still witlj the ..'.waning nerve power talk
over the course of ths market or els he
goes out of town to get the relsxstion
w hich will enable him to keep bis place in
Caesar's kingdom. -
He dtti". not mean st lint to renounce
his obligation to Cod. For soms time hs
pays it in the worthless currency of good
iuteiiticii.i and good humored apologies, lty
mul liv even tin 'e are omitti-d, snd he an. I
h.s fuui is h u to j- -i y tne o i
to God on tho score of the increasing
claims of Caesar. This laxity on the part
of men and women to-day 1 1 giving back
to God the things that are God s is simply
i upnlling in view of God's unrivalled gifts
and blessings to us. If it be true that 'to
whom much is given of him shall much be
required," snd that judgment will ever be
gin at the house of God with the privil
eged, what is to he said when we sll stand,
ss stand ws shaJJ, before the Son of Man?
"Ye cannot serve Cod and mammon.'
Christ .fc-.us dors not olotk the way of
our paying our just debt to Caesar, but
He does warn us with ths utmost plain
ness not to give Caesar everything.
If we allow "the huge mundane machine'
to run over our souls, like some car of
juggernaut, crushing out our religious free
dom and initiative, we shall be horribly
flattened in our manhood, our sympathies,
our ideals, our conceptions of life. Tho
results may not appear fully for a while,
but in the end there will ha experienced
an impoverishment, nn atrophy, tt sinister,
maimed and crippled growth which will
make us unlit ior our citizenship in the
higher kingdom here or there. St. Paul,
in beginning his Kpistle to the Romans
that is, to the people who then lived at
the capital citv of Ouar's realm accounts
in the fn loiving word.s lov the siti and
niisi.y, the i.iiluie and decadence of ninth
r.nloio: lie tells them that "when they
ku.w Cod. they gloiil'ed llini not us God,
iieitiicr were thanklul. l'rofi ssing them-ir-ius
to ii wise, tiny bcciuii- tools. They
changed His truth into a lie, and. wor
shiptil and served the creature more than
the Creator, who is b'esstd forever." it
was an awful blunder. Ko grtater could lie
made by cuy man or pc.;i.e. They made
the world they lived in their god. their
only god. ami uoridiiped and served it
with their whole hearts. Thry worshiped
power, knowledge, pleasure, wealth, foice,
passion, art. They lived tor these things
until tin y fancied that these were the
only things to live for. We know the re
sult. As they rejected Him. so God re
jected them. As a ijuuishr.ient lie gave
them over to moral L-o'Tuptiiin. to an
abandoned mind, to t festering dcadencc.
"And men frowoed aronnd and strovo
'for place and food, nud th strong beat
down the weak, and the rich were gorged
and the poor were sent empty. Atwy, and
strife and ernety ' filled the eai lll with
vio'ence." 'iliat was happening at the
very ..moment thnst spoke thrsc tremen
dous" words: "Header to Cud the thinis
which are God'r." This is the sort of
heathenism which exists everywhere on
tins eiutii where it is not pct-jistently
l:e;it doun liv the spirit of Jesus Chrisl.
To Coil tin? liim-s tli.it are ( lo t's! " "To
Cod I he thiiiKs tint arc God's!'' Let that
try haunt you until it comiicls you to pay
your deb:. J ,vc the. ro.irase to look on
the one hand at what you are giving to the
world represented i-y Caesar, and on the
other nt what you are actually giving to
God. Is Cud missing His rights? Is your
duty to Him threatened by the power
and pomp of this massive earth? Ah: then
lie all the more careful that your debt to
heaven is paid. l!y the blood of the Cruci
fied, give hack to.Cod what really belongs
to Him! Your soul, your heart, your con
victions, vour spiritual reality, your eternal
being all these to Cod, for they are His.
Itclieve Him when lie tells you that all
else that we see and handle is but a shadow
that passeth away. Ave, trut Him when
lie pledges you His help whenever you
frineerely want to follow Him. and prom
ise i never to leave you to struggle on by
Voursdf. Through llim who condescended
lo make His home in our hearts, who by
His spirit "holpeth our iti:'u nil ies," let us
make such offering to (iod us y.-t we can.
Give Cod, through Jesus Christ, your
Kiviour, first of all yourself. He w ill ac
cept nothing in the stead of you. Do not
clutch the portion of goods that falleth to
you and riSto have thein -all to yourself
in some far coantry, where you shall never
hear the-FathetfoV voice or see His face;
but. whatever votl "ditaJiave from
TTinM
whether more or less, try tcTenjoy it as a
child in your Father's house, under the
constant benediction of His smile. In the
face of this tremendous pressure of earth,
which bears down so heavily upon every
sou', resolve manfully that you will not
yield; that the frrcat ard lirst command
ment of Christ, "Thou shait love tho Lord
t liy Cud' shall he kept, "llemler unto
Caivar the things that arc Cae.:u's. aud
unto Col the things that are God's."
Urmi of Thought.
There is nothing in life which has not
its lescon for us, of its gift. Kiiskin.
Great ideas travel slowly, and. for a
time, noiselessly, ns the gods, whose feet
were shod with wool. James A. Garfield.
God reads our characters in our prayers.
What we love iicct, what we covet most,
that gives the key to our hcatts T. lj.
Ctiyler.
'The good things that we have missed
in this world sometimes make us sad; but
the sad things that we have missed should
mitigato our sorrow and give us a spirit
of praise. United Presbyterian.
Oh, the littleness of the hvc that we
nre living! Oh, the way in which we fail
to comprehend, or, when we do compre
hend, deny to oursclw.i the bigness of that
thing which it is to be a man, to be a
child of God! Phillips Broolm.
A religion that stays in the clouds i.s of
no use to anybody. Religion must be
definite, practical, useful binding ru.e
of daily life or else it is os mueh a mock
ery as the gilded prayer wheel of the lludd
hiat. Philadelphia Young People.
Tlie Power of a True Life.
What I wanted, ond what 1 have been
endeavoring to ask for tho poor African,
has been th? good offices of Christians,
ever since Livingstone taught nie duiing
those four months I was with him. In J878
I went to him as prejudiced as the bit
terest atheist in London. I was there
hway from a worldly world. I saw this
solitary old man there, and asked myself,
"Why on earth docs he stop here?"
For months aftor we met, I found my
self listening to him and wondering at the
old man and carrying out all that was said
in the Bible. Little by littlo his sympa
thies for others became contagious. Mute
was aroused. Seeing his piety, his gentle
ness, his zeal, his enrnestness, and how
quietly he went about his business, I was
converted by him, although he had not
tried to do it. Henry M. Stanley.
The Nesd at Ood.
The thought of God, the sense of an im
mediate relation of. the spirit of man to the
Eternal snd the Infinite, are ess'ly dis
placed from men's minds by undue admira
tion for the achievements of a culture
based on material progress, snd supplying
every need of human nature except tho
very deepest the need of God. J. Pkin
ner. When Small Thing Heroine flrrsr.
The smallest things become great when
Ood requires them of us; they are small
snly in themselves; they ore always great
trhen they are done for God, and when
!hcy serve to unite us with llim eternally.
h-Fenelon.
Dreadful Music
The songs of today do not have long
lease of life. The writer slings to
gether a few rhymoloss, nfeterlese
stanzas and hastens to the composer.
"Professor," be exclaim, "I must have
the music,"'.; "Very well," replies th'a
composer. "You . shall , have It"
"WhonT'V Oh, In a few weeks, when
the spirit, move me.", "Woeket" By
Godfrey, I must have It 'tomorrow
night!" "It Is Impossible "Then
I engage another composor," "Don't
t will give you the music? tomorrow
night." 8o the man of clefs, staffs
and quavort buckles down to work.
In bis hoddle thore Is not a notion of
originality. He gets together an as
sortment of strains from a doion dif
ferent composers, boats them op m
tho cook beats eggs, bK'nds them as
the barkeep blenda Whiskey, aolderi
them together e.s the tinner docs a
pan, and there you are; something to
be sunt (or a month and die. Thus
are our modern composers overwork
ed. They have not the Stlfte to invent
-Ne' fori rfetsa'.
THE IDEAL NEWSPAPER.
"The Scotsman", I ken, for the grocer
sends home
The butter au' egg wrappit up lu the
same: -
An' "The Times" I hae read, ferlfotm'
it, ye see.
Tied roun' a bit palrcel I had frae Dun
dee, v
wr slo a wide readln' ye a' maun oon-
I ken a wee pickle a boot the wart's
press.
But In a' o' my studies I never hae yet
Beou auoht to oompare wl' oor "Anster :
Gazette." . '
Your "Times" Bn' your "Scotsman" aro
jistafnirfn h
Wl' their politioa, furrin affairs an' slo
I rush;
But as for real news, gin ye're wlshln' to
keu
What's daein' iu Anster, why, -whaur
are ye then?
Thnc ignorant editors! Likely tho
loonsTl
No mention my speech at the last Par
ish Cooncll,
Nor yet my address at the Sabbath
scbiile tea, "
Nor the bonny bit bleesin' was spoken
by me.
Nu, nn! Glc mo file's nlioot fouk that
ye. ken,
Nile kings an' slo craturs, but real livin'
men;
Tho lJ iilies I've craked wi the Pro
vosts I've met
Gie mes my Ideal, "The Anster Gnsette."
Pjiuch.
JUST FOR FUN
Ardup What are yeu reminding,
of that old bill again for? Bill Collec
tor I thought you'd be glad of another
chance to forget it, sir. Chicago
Tribune.
Young Author When I write far
Into the night I find great difficulty In
getting asleep. Friend Why don't
you read over what you've written :
Princeton Tiger.
Billings Oh, beg pardon; I didn't
recognlzo you when I first saw you.
Borden You mean you didn't see me
when you first recognized me. I no
ticed it. Boston Transcript. ;
"Does that young Mrs. Blinkey sup
port her husband?" "Support him!
You might call It that If you want to. ,;
She holds him up every Saturday
night." Cleveland Plain Dealer.
"Mabel, I have something to say -that
I think will astonish you." "What '
is it, Harry?" "I am going away."
"Oh, Harry! you are always getting
up some nice surprise for me." New -Yorker.
The Fiancee Oh, I have such a
lovely Easter hat. Shall I show it to
you? The Fiancee I wish you would,
and er now that we are engaged, I
think It would be only fair to let me
1 1 ii llm Mil nilllillliMfu s
Mrs.. Bug Are the Germses doing
much these days? I haven't beard of
them for a long time. Friend My
gracious! I should say they were. '
Why, they are positively In everything.
New Orleans Times-Democrat. ,,;
Younger Sister (peeping through .
keyhole) Mr. Spoonamore la going to
propose to Bertha tonight. Johnny
How do you know? Younger Sister
I can tell by the determined look on
Bertha's face. Chicago Tribune.
"Nostalgia must be perfectly dread-
ful," said Mrs. OldcaBtle. "Yes," re
plied her hostess, "I used to suffer ter- '
rlble with It, but Joslah has a bottle
of mustang liniment that by rubbin' it i
on your face will cure It in one night" - j
Chicago Record-Herald.
"Yes," said the boardlng-ueheol 1
teacher, "I think that Is a model let- i
ter for you to write you fiance. But, J
of course, you will copy it, leaving out
those numerous spaces?" "Oh, dear,
no!" replied the glrld; "those ere for-.,
'dearest.' I have It on a rubber
stamp." Detroit Free Press.
The Umbrella's Age.
"How rich I'd be," said the umbrel
la salesman, "It I'd patented the um
brella." The floorwalker smiled?.
"You might as well talk," said he,
"of a patent on swimming or cook
ing. Umbrellas appear to have exist
ed always. Wherover we excavate
Babylon, Nineveh, Nippur traces of
the umbrella are found. Thfc Instru
ment Is coeval with mankindV
"it la or oriental origin. The Eng.
Shakespeare, with all the genius, bad
llsh didn't begin to use it till 1700.
no umbrella to protect him from the
rain, Jonas Hanway was the first Eng
lish umbrella maker."
The floorwalker paused to brush a
white thread from bis long black coat.
Then be resumed:
"Now, what yon might do would be
to patent some new tort of umbrella,
some rain shield built on better lines.
We have proot that the umbrella has
existed for ten thousand years, and
yet In all that time Is has not once
been improved. Consider it It is by
no means perfect It turns inside out
readily, and it only protects the head
and shoulders from the rain. Change
all that Give ns an umbrella that
is a complete rain shield. Then you
will become a millionaire."
Origin of tee Cream, ,
How many times a day does the
average man dutifully pause to reflect
on what a miracle It is that be bas this
air to breathe and a faithful sun over
head to keep us all going? And how
many barrels of Ice cream bas that
same man swallowed, with, never a
grateful thought of that benefactor of
mankind who invented t,he stuff la tho
first place! Now, Uie great philoso
pher Bacon knew that by melting enow
with salt congelation would occur li
any circumjacent liquid. But to 1.' ,
it was no more than an inedible,
extra-ray scientific fact. Further tl;
that this noble seer never saw. It
a Frenchman whev In all his him '
namelessness, preparing for the Due
Cbartres In 1774 a snow-like dUh, v
the originator of ice cream. A c
and a halt before the like was k
in England, epicures In France
partaking of icee and aerated tl
And their start Is not laid ev- . ;
France, for the French are said tJ,,
caught the trick from traveller; A
Ing from the sherbets cf the Tut : .
Persian. Boston Transcript.