VOLUME XX.
FRANKLIN. N. C, WEDNESDAY, APRIL 26, 1905.
U XIJ3EU 17
GROWN OLD
they say fhey in going to' shoot 70a, Old
Billy, but don't yon fret,
For the fellow who dsrea to meddle with
you must reckon with me, you bet ;
Tou're a pour old hone, d Hilly, and job
aren't worth much. It la true ;
Bat you're been a faithful friend to me,
and I'll nee you safely through,
Booot Old nillyT I pn not I Though
you may be old and fray.
By the self-ranie stretch of mercy they'll
be shoot Log me aaie day ;
1 haven't much love for -tlw fellowi who
follow the shooting plan ;
If alley had more pity for uorses and dogs,
hey'd hare num lore tor man,
ThLljM, Old" Bill, I like It your nns
- . """ile sgarnst my facet
we've had rattling tlmea together, and once
we won the race
Do you remember It, Hilly, the fop that we
donned that day!
Asa the way he (wore, that an old farm
horse should show his trotter the
".way? ' ,
I &e Girl Who Laughed.
& itHttltltatalitttltH
$ By-El Wheeler Wilcox.
1tft1e1le1e11im
'A girl was gathering, roees In the
yard as Morris Gurnee went by to his
work. : He was carpenter and Joiner,
working In Sir. Hills' employ, and this
girl who was gathering rosea was Mr.
U1K daughter Jlejeiherlle
.her Fleece because her hair was so
fine, and thick, and blond, and curl
ing when she was a child like little
lamb's wool. It was put up now in
a graceful knot at the back of her
. head, but was still all of a fleece over
her brow and about the shell-like ears.
"Good morning," said Morris, look
ing at her with admiring eyes.
"Good morning here's a rose lor
,you," she answered, and laughed.
That laugh! She was always laugh
inggiggling, tho spiteful girls said.
Just a little bubble and ripple of a
sound, that she closed erery remark
with, whether grave or gay. It was
a sweet, musical sound, and yet It al
ways made Morris uncomfortable. He
felt as if she were laughing at him.
He was glad enough of the rose she
threw it at him over the yard fence,
and he-taught It dexterously in his
left hand, and almost Involuntarily
lifted It to his lips.
Then . Fleece laughed again, and
run up the path.
Morris walked on with the rose in
Ills hand, and love in his heart. Oh,
yes, he did Jove her, but what was'
the use of it? If he told her she
would laugh at him. She was not)
' deep enough to understand a love like
'his she was nothing but a Drettv.
. shallow, laughing creature, as full of
fun and frolic as a kitten.
But he kept the rose all day long!
In the pocket of his coat. When the,
sun grew too warm and be threw tho
mm 1 name ua a, pue 01 luutoer, no re-
ny?mlifed to take out the rose andjnjjjt
19
fl'hntn 1 liPYin 1 11
,ked.- 'Shall I throw It in the wood
box?"
Morris was lying stretched upon a
lounge, reading a morning paper.
Handsome enough he looked to please
any girl's fancy in his bright drneing
gown and slippers, one arm under his
dark, fine bead, the outer noiaing tne
paper in an easy, graceful way. But
the, paper dropped, and the dark
cheek flushed hotly at this sudden
Question his mother had put
"No,"' he said, "give it to me. I I
want to keep It, mother."
The mother handed him the flower,
and Stitched away in silence for a.
moment Then she said;
"Is it the love token of some girl,
Morris? I think you might tell your
mother If It Is. I am getting ola and
weary, my boy, and very willing to
resign my duties Into younger hands.
We have a cozy home here, and a
good enough one for any girl. It you
bring a good wife home, Morris, no
one will give her a heartier welcome
than your mother."
"It was no love token, mother,"
Morris said, gravely. "Only a rose
that Fleece Mills tossed me as 1
passed by this morning."
: "Fleece Mills Is a vain, pretty; gig
gling girl, Morris," said the mother,
not lifting, her eyes to her son's face.
"She has never known a care or sor
row, and looks upon life as a good
Joke, and nothing more. She Is not
like ' our neighbor's daughter, Jane
Smith." " ,v
"Not at all like her," answered Mor
ris, quietly, with his hand shading his
eyes from the lamplight. "Jane al
ways, looks on the serious side of
things, and I never saw her more than
mile, and she always seems sorry for
having done that"
"Jane is a good girl," said Mrs.
Gurnee, quickly, "and a very consci
entious girl. Modest, earnest, proper
In her behavior, and viewing life in
Its true sense. She would not be pel
ting young men with roses. Yet she
care more- for you Morris, - than
Fleece Mills does, or ever can; and
Jane Is a pretty girl, Morris pretty
enough to please any man's taste." i
"Yes, . I think she Is pretty," an
swered Morris, as it he had Just
thought of ft for the first time, which
was true. v' ';
"And she would make a good wife,
Morris."'. - ' i
But Mortis had no answer to this.
He arose, presently, and went to his
room, and lay there thinking, think
ing. His mother was growing old, he
was receiving a good salary, his home
was paid for, and he was twenty-six
years old. It would be better all
around if he should bring homo a
wife.
Jane Smith was a pretty and a good,
girl, and he believed she cared for
him, or would grow to If he asked her.
She was too prudent too sedate, too
regardful ot the, "proprieties," to al
low herself to care tor any man until
asked. Hia mother liked her; why
not end the matter by asking Jane to
be his wife? But Fleece oh, Fleece!
laughing Fleece, Fleece, Fleece! and
saying the name over softly -again and
again, he fell asleep and dreamed he
stood before the altar, plighting his
vows to Jane Br!?; and Just as he
was about to utter "I will," which
would bind him forever to her. Fleece
Mills pelted him In the mouth with
a blood-red rose, and then stood and
laughed at tils silence confusion'
TOGETHER.
nr.ti Dm- iu M,t elnitera. for
wa'ri both grown old, you know;
And wo re only a little farther a-dowa tha
Sa wa ufa're'along together till the Master
i-aua oe nuuie - ,
Te the Happy Home-Land stables, and our
feet forget to roaia. .-
They tell us that horses have no souls, and
tney ail aeoiare 11 htw, .
That shows how little they know, Old Boy,
and It prove that they don't know
you
Well, well, 'Us a mighty question, and suite
beyond but ken
But the more I know of horses Ilka yon,
tha leas I brag about men.
You're been a good horse, Old Fellow, steady
and brare and true;
You hare given as faithful eerrlce dona all
that a horse- could do ;
You hare earned your keep ; you shall hare
It ! so lire as long as you can
for Justice Is justice, and right la right,
whether It's a horse or man.
Tlt-Blt. '
He overtook Jane Smith the next
morning ashe was going to his work,
and walked a few squares with her.
She was pretty, with such soft black
half and duskjr.eysa, and -ahe actually
emllectir Him once. They passed Mr.
Mitts, ana fleece was watering a
hanging basket in the open window,
and looked and said "Good morning,"
and then laughed.
"What a giggling girl Fleece Mills
Is!' said Jane, gravely. "She seems
to think life was made for laughter,
t wonder if she ever has a serious
thought?"
But their ways separated here, and
Morris was spared a reply. Ah, well,
Jane was right his mother was right
Fleece was a light, vain girl, a hu
man butterfly, and he was a fool to
think of her. He would think of her
no more.
He saw a good deal of Jane Smith
for a few weeks after that, and quite
made up his mind to pdease ' his
mother and asking Jane to be his
wife, when an accident occurred. He
fell from a scaffolding, and was car
ried home a helpless mass of broken
bones and bruises. His mother faint
ed at the sight of her son borne by
four strong men.
Neighbors crowded in to Tender as
sistance. Jane Smith came to the
door.
"Is that you, Jane?" she called. "Oh.
come In. Tbey tell me he is not dead,
only hurt and bruised. I am glad you
nave come to be with me."
Butane shook her.
"You Trave pie.
see," she
will talk. TJ
thrust m
notn J rn
She was turning to go, when some
ono rushed past her Into the room.
It was Fleece Mills, ail wrapped In
a white shawl, her face white, her
blue eyes dilated. She looked like a
vision. Unmindful of the presence of
any third party, she sprang to the side
ot Mrs. Gurnee, and put her arms
about her, the tears flowing down her
cheeks.
"Oh," she cried, "I am so sorry for
you so sorry. Tell me, is he dead
will he die? I have heard such cruel
tales, a dozen different ones, on my
way here."
"No; Ke lives; he is terribly In
jured, but he will get well; they tell
me so."
Then Fleece arose, and the old glad
ness came back to her face, as she
said: . ..
"I am so glad so glad! Thank
Heaven!"
And then she laughed.
Morris, surrounded by physicians
and attendants In the next room, heard
the laugh.
"Who Is that?" he cried. In a clear,
strong voice. "Who laughed?"'
"It was I Fleece Mills," she said,
and went toward the door.
"Come here," he responded, "I want
you. I must go through a painful
operation; my shoulder is dislocated,
and my limbs broken in two places.
I am Internally Injured also, and I
may not live through It all Come and
touch my hand before you go."
"But I am not going, Morris," she
said, bending over him. "I came to
stay,, to comfort your mother, and to
be with you while you need my care.
If you will let me, I will stay here
while they are setting your limb. I
will bold your hands, and it you look
right In my eyes, I think you can en
dure It"
"But, my dear young lady," Inter
posed the head physician, "It will be
trying to strong nerves. We have for
bidden his. mother the room, and If
you faint or scream, It will unnerve
the patient and prove fatal.1 .-..
"I shall not faint or scream," aha
said quietly. iI:
"But" persisted tha'physiclan, "you
do not know the ordeal. We dare not
administer chloroform because of his
Internal troubles, and he may show
such agony that you cannot endure It"
'"He needs me, and I shall remain,"
she said. "You need not fear tor
me." v '';'',.,, -f'-. --vi. ',
"Ood bless you!" whispered Morris,
and clung to her hands. . :
It was a terrible hour, but Fleece
Hills did not wince or waver. She
stood at her post, white as death, but
smiling bravely, and touching the suf
ferer's brow with tender, cool hands.
and speaking to him In low, soothing
tones when the pain grew most in
tense. And 'he never once took his
eys from her' face. ,
"Yon have been very courageous,
and hare helped us perform a most
dangerous operation," said the 'phy
sician, when the last bandage was ad.
Justed,-the last bruise bathed. 'The
young man will live. The only fear
was that he had not vitality enough
to carry him through the operation.
Now that be has endured It so well, be
will recover.
And again Fleece laughed a ripple
thr-t titled all the room and brought a
sml'.a to the white face of the sufferer.
"God bless that laugh!" he said,
feebly. "Now go and rest, Fleece." .
And as soon as Fleece- was outside
the door ahe fainted dead away. Only
a swoon, however, which the recov
ered from readily, and was soon at
her post again. ". .
"How heartless of that girl to
laugh In the house of suffering." said
Jane Smith. "How bold of her to
thrust herself upon them In such a
way. . I wonder what Mrs. Qurnee
thinks of her. I know Morris must
be disgusted."
But Morris' conversation with his
fair nurse few days later did not
savor of disgust '
"I have loved you so hopelessly tor
a whole year," he said.
"Why didn't you tell me so?" aha
asked. ;. "V" -U X.;
"Because I feared you would laugh
at me. You were always laughing at
me." l!xx:-.Txx.. r--Jh,
Hera Fleece rippled Into
again.
laugh
; 'There, I knew you would," said
Morris; "It Is Just as I expected."
"But I was not laughing at your
love for me," she-, said, "only at the
Idea that yon would think I would
laugh," and she laughed more than
ever, and Morris Joined her.
: "You men are so blind," she added.
"I have loved you two years, and tried
to make, you see It. At last I threw
a blood-red rose In bloom at you, and
thought surely you knew that meant
love. But only tho next day I saw
you passing by with pretty, black
eyed Jane Smith, and I nearly died
of Jealousy,."
"But ' I did nor dream you would
love a poor carpenter," he said.
"My father was a poor caVpenter,"
she answered, proudly, and then addl
ed, softly and reverently, "and so was
the dear Savior, my Master. Why
should I be ashamed to have my my
husband carpenter?"
And she burled her blushing face In
his bosom.
Morris recovered In an incredibly
short space of time from his hurls
and broken bones, and In a very brief
time thereafter the bells rang forth
his wedding chimes.
"Of all the girls out of the whole
world," said Mrs. Gurnee, "you have
chosen the best one for a wife and
for a- daughter to me."
It Is said that Fleece laughed Just
after the clergyman pronounced them
man and wife, but I don't know how
true it hv But certain It Is that the
laugh Morris used to so object to has
become the sweetest sound on earth
to him; New York Weekly..
A DENVERITE IN BERLIN.
Prussian Police and Matrimonial Ad-
, ventures of Albert Adams.
Arnnmerlcan gentleman named Al
ans, sata to nau from Denver
I been attracting the attention
itertln police. A short time
nm3J.rrlvto In Berlin, where
oir into communi-
1th
rck. Ad-
prepossessing
appfcalance, had far more substantial
advantages, among these being sev
eral gold mines,- ot which he claimed
possession, an annual Income ot 175,
000 marks, and a colossal ranch, over
whose Illimitable fields 15,000 to 16,
000 wild horses careered. Among the
ladies on the books of the matrimonial
agency was a widow Who most fascin
ated the enterprising Adams. She
was wealthy, a lover of adventure, and
had no objection to be mistress of the
Colorado ranch. Adams and the
widow were engaged, and together
they visited the latter's relatives,
who would not understand why Ad
ams never possessed any pocket
money. In Hamburg he induced hia
trusting fiancee to sell 20,000 marks'
worth of shares and to send the pro
ceeds to his London address. Whea
the relatives heard of this they felt it
their duty to acquaint the police, with
the result that the owner ot the -Colorado
gold mines' was arrested at the
railway station Just "as he and his
friend were about to proceed to Lon
don to be married. The police have
discovered, among other things, that
Adams occupied an abject room In one
of the poorest quarters ot the city.
They have also secured tha widow's
20,000 . marks. London Telegraph.
A Flood of Silver Dollar
"This makes the third silver dol
lar that has been given to me In
change in this store this afternoon,'1
said a-man who was shopping In one
ot the big department stores one day
last week. . .
"That la a little unusual," said the
salesman. "There Is a reason for It
though. The whole shopping district
has been flooded with silver dollars
for the last two weeks. It Is one of
the results ot that run on tha Grand
street savings bank, on the East Side,
a short time ago. In order to check
the run the officers of the Institution,
knowing how absurd the .stampede
was, paid off the depositors In silver;
It took' considerable time to 'count
the silver and it was also harder to
carry away. At any rate the white
metal Is thought to have had some
Influence In stopping the run.
"The money drawn out of the bank
has been spent pretty freely. Judging
from certain conditions. In the first
place, the silver dollars have simply
poured Into the shopping district , It
looks as If the people who had been
saving their money for so long had
become distrustful of hanks and de
cided to spend their money since they
had drawn It out. That particular
run, at least has been the cause of
nome extravagance that hover would
have been Indulged In If the people
had checked out their money In the
usual way." New York Press.
For a Simple, Burial.
Rev. Charles Wasner has been tnib.
lng a deal about the simple life, but
nev, rawer McLaughlin of Adams la
advocating the simple burial. The
grfet evil among his parishioners Is
not that they are living beyond their
mnens, but that -they are dying too
extravagantly. -Accordingly be has
placed a limit on floral offerings at
funerals, on the number of backs to
be used, etc., so that a poor man can
actually afford to die, without consign
ing his friends and relatives to a
bankruptcy court; and the Adams sit
uation does not exist exclusively in
that town elther.-Havcrhlll Gazette.
IN DEATH'S SHADOW.
LOUISE MICHEL'8 ACCOUNT OP
AN EXTRAORDINARY EXPERI- ''
ENCE.
The "Red Virgin"- Relates Her Vision
of a Trip to the Ore it Beyond
8ays It Was a Real and Cruel Pain
to Return to Consciousness,,
In all probability each of us experi
ences when dying certain ' sensations
which" in the main agree, what differ
ence there Is being In minor details.
Last February I undertook a long
lecturing tour with my friend Girault
The subject which I chose to speak up
on was "Prise de Possession," Ginault's
being "Vera la Cite' Mellleure Each
lecture was the complement ot the oth
er, and could be repeated a hundred
times In different forma. The tour In
cluded about thirty towns in France,
Corsica and. Algeria. Crossing from
England, the first lectures were given
in Calais, Roubalx, Tourcolng and
Lalncourt In the last named town I
struggled against Influenza, which
seized me after a severe blizzard. At
Troyes, where spent a few days, the
doctor and my friends . protested
against my proceeding to Chaumont
where I was to deliver my next lec
ture. I did not want to act contrary
to their advice, and yet I felt that my
will would be' weakened by yielding
to their wishes. Will Is like the steel
ot a sword It can be bent too much.
I thought that by going to Chaumont
I might be cured, for It was there
that I studied, and Chaumont and Paris
WAI-A ttlA ntilv InwF a f Irnaw ' im-U In
nay going to Caledonia.
ChV reaching Toulon I, Imagined I
had conquered my illness, and It was
with that .conviction that I lectured,
but on returning to the Hotel Termin
us; where I Iptended resting for a day
or two, I felt "exhausted and It was
found that the Influenza had develop
ed Into congestion of the lungs. '
I rapidly sank into a condition that
Is best described In the expression "la
guenllle humalno" the human ' rag.
Yes; it seemed ss It my body bung
like a rag, and I was able to regard
it as no longer belonging to me. As
death approached I became mere sen
sation, and compared my state to the
magnetic needle seeking the north
when disturbed by a cyclone. My sen
ses were transposed on discharging'
another's duties. I had the Impression
of reading a telegram my friend Char
lotte held in her hand through my fin
gers. As death advanced nearer I felt
more uneasiness than pain. I was
gliding into the elements with two Im
pressions; one, that of being carried
away on a stream; the other that ot
dissemination into space. I felt my
being disintegrating Into tiny mole
cules; as an aroma spreads itself in
the air or coloring matter, In water
so ,was I being dissolved In space.
nmorjea ofvpnne dav returned,
ith great vivldlty. In Caledonia dur
ing a cyclone, when the sky and ocean
were of a uniform blackness, " save
where the waves- threw up their white
heads to assault and storm the coast
I used to cling to the rocks to resist
the suction ot the tempest thinking
that we ourselves must have been born
of the elements. When dying I had
the same Idea that I was returning
to the elements from which I came.
At last I could only speak with difficul
ty. My voice was a mere breath, hardly
capable of creating a vibration In my
throat The sensation of thirst dis
appeared, my limbs were as heavy as
stone. Nevertheless, my spirit was
quite calm, the process seemed quite
natural, and my mind looked down on
my body as upon a frame stretched In
front of It . One wpnders whether It
will be life or death, and that Is all.
The world seemed so small; too small,
In tact, for the human race not to be
one people. I saw the different races,
stretching In concentric circles around
the bubble caused by Time's dropped
stone. Before my eyes was a veil or
fog: I could only distinguish persons
in the room by their . stature, they
looked like largo shadows. I had a
vision of war; the field, an Immense
blot of blood covered with the dying
and the dead; riderless horses were
stampeding away, while In the distance
the battle was In full swing. Mothers,
children and pld people crouched to
gether abandoned; fire lit up tho ruins
of their homes. Then I saw dens and
caverns inhabited by wild beasts In
vaded by prehistoric men, with torches
in their hands. These took possession,
to be In turn driven out by their suc
cessors, carrying the lights of science
and of art
How did I return to life? I cannot
say. ' I know It was a real and cruel
pain to come together again, as" It
were, after the molecules composing
my body had been dispersed a -real
pain to feel the current against me,
whereas I had been floating with It
Was It the sympathy coming from my
friends to me combined with the good
care ot Charlotte an'd the skill: of the
learned Dr. Bertholet which restored
me? One thing struck , men that I
must try and deserve that sympathy
a sympathy too large for any one per
son when there are so many who die
forgotten by all. ' .v
In my self-study I made a mistake.
My Illness seemed to me to be shoat
whereas I was told It had bean long,
I put It down as lasting a wtek; as a
matter of fact It had lasted four. I re
membered those stories In which a
quarter of a century or more appeared
but a few hours.
!ji During my sickness over there in the
Far East war was raging, for the bene
fit of Russian or Japanese finances, to
the glory of the Emperors. But the
solidarity of the peoples Is cemented
by spilt blood, and the efforts ot ty
rants can no longer keep them apart
If the lessons given to men by war and
by the great butchers of their kind
were not understood and taken to
heart one would feel Inclined to be
lieve men more stupid than animals.
With the birth of the' twentieth cen-'
tury a new era Is being ushered In
ert era of peace, wherein each v.ill seek
to utilize discoveries In science and
creations In art for the development
of broader minds and sounder ree- n
tions. The late Louise Michel In on
don Dally News.
Thysiciana are beginning to reco3
nlzo worry as a disease,
HORSE PU8HE8 NEVER PULLS.
He la the Descendant Too, of Five.
'-. Toed Eocene -Steads.
The horse In its relation to evolution
was the topic ot the lecture delivered
at the museum of natural history by
Henry Fairfield Osborn, Da Costa pro
fessor ot zoology and a curator In the
museum, says the New York Sun. In
the previous lecture Prof. Osborn took
a survey ot hippie ancestry as far back
as the stone age, and the progenitors
of the present day horse were shown
to have possessed live toes on each
foot Instead of the single boot horse"
have nowadays.
By means of excellent stereopttcon
slides, Prof. Osborn pointed out the
muscles about the limbs that give the
horse the peculiar fore-and-aft motion
which necessity for speed has develop
ed at the expense of any lateral mo
tion he used to possess, The modern
horse, the lecturer pointed out, has
developed certain tendons that his
ancestor never had, in order to sus
tain his Joints In such work as leap
ing fences and rearing. -
"Horses," said Prof. Osborn, "some
times miss their vocation, Just as men
do. The great horse Hambletonlan
was born to trot yet he was for many
years driven In a wagon as a beast
of burden before his owner discovered
that be was born with that particular
gift that made him a great troter. A
predlsposlkm to any particular facility
In horses can be cultivated by proper
exercise and training. But a normal
heredity, normal activity and normal
environment are required to produce
a normal horse, though modification
of heredity or variation is possible."
By the aid ot a picture showing the
horse pulling a burden, the lecturer
pointed out the position which the
frame of the laboring horse assumes.
"It Is," he said, "an optical illusion
to suppose that a horse pulls. He real
ly never pulls. He pushes the collar
to which are attached the traces which
pull the load. The only way a horse
could pull is by having the load tied
to his tall. A horse made to push
continuously develops a special articu
lation of his spine. He develops spe
cial muscles as a draught horse."
A number of rudimentary and use
less members, It was shown, still cling
to the borso, relics of ages gone by,
but now fallen into disuse. For in
stance, there is a blender bone In the
shin Out was wont to support the great
toe of the horse-when h$ had one. But
the toe has long since M'sappeared,
and Its prop and stay is now lit process
of vanishing. Yet horses with, toes
are occasionally seen.
"This polydactyllsm," said Professor
Osborn, "is in every case a genuine
revival of an ancient condition. Sueto-'
nlus, the Roman historian, speak b of
Caesar's horses 'that had many fingers
besides the main hoof.' This was no
malformation but a reversion to an
earlier type." ;
"Tne stereopticon rnarf then flashed
upon the screen "Cllcque, the horse
with six feet" and the "Homed horse
from Texas." Cheque's forefeet are
as If split Into two each. The horned
horse has an outer "finger" on each
forefoot, and an outer as well as an
Inner one on each bind foot.
"These vertlglal fingers," pursued
the speaker, "are one of the strongest
arguments for the validity of the doc
trine of evolution as regards horses.
Cuvler, the French naturalist, waa an
accurate observer, but not an able
generalizes He created a philosoph
ical condition that dominated for halt
a century so that Owen, the English
naturalist a follower ot Cuvler, found
a number of types of the eoceno horse,
of the horse of the dawn of the ages,
but saw no relationship between them
and the modern horse.
"It was Darwin who started the Idea
ot the evolution ot the horse and ot
all other things. He treated the sub
ject synthetically. After him, succes
sors like Albert Gsudry, the Trench
naturalist, Huxley and Professors Jos
eph Leldy and Edward D. Cope of this
country rendered excellent service. In
his address In 1870, Huxley predicted
that It would be discovered that horses
are descended from five-fingered and
fire-toed ancestors. Professor Cope of
Philadelphia ' prophesied similarly,
Professor Marsh of Yale In the yea,fs
1871-78, In his explorations ot western
Wyoming, found types of horse ad
cestora with Ave and four toes."
The Story of a Crest
There Is a curious tradition con.
oerning the almost miraculous preset1
ration ot the life ot the first Earl ot
Klldare, which explains the origin of
the crest used by the Offaly Gerald
ines. While an infant so the record
runs,' he was In the castle of Wood
stock when an alarm of - fire was
raised. In the confusion that ensued
the child was forgotten, and on tb
servants running to search for him
the room In. which he lay was found
In rains. Soon after a strange voice
was heard In one of the towers, and
looking up they saw an ape, which
was usually -kept chained, ' carefully
holding the child In his arms. The earl
afterward, In gratitude for bis pres
ervation,, adopted a monkey for bis?
crest London News,
' ' V Look at the Pennies,
It is often said that only the rich
take care of the pennies, the poor are
too busy dreaming of the $1000 bills.
That is one of the reasons why some
people are always poor. The substam
Ual fortunes of the United States have
been made froth pennies. ' A fraction
of a cent on a pound ot sugar, cent
or two or more a pound for nails,
(row into the aggregate millions of
profit which are the base for the bil
lions of stock capitalization. A cent
a pound is more than the most ex
treme fluctuation in the wholesale
price of iron and steel, more than the
difference between riches and bank
ruptcy In a great Industry. , Thesa
savings are as possible to the average
man as to the trust magnates.
New Feeding Bottle Directions.
The Inventor of a new'feedlng bot
tle tor Infanta, sent out the following
among his directions for using:
"When the baby Is done drlpklng
it must be unscrewed, and laid in a
cool place under the hydrant. If tho
baby does not thrive on fresh milk
It should be boiled." Collier's We'V
ly. ' ' ,
THE PULPIT.
KH
ELOQUENT SUNDAY SERMON BY
' BISHOP D. A. COODSELL.
. Saldeet t rbe Fae of Cbrlit.
Brooklyn, N. Y. A very large audi
race filled the Tabernacle Sunday to
listen to Bishop D. A. Goodsell. His
subject was "The Face of Christ"
The txt was from II. Corinthians lvaU:
"The tflory of God In the face of Jesus
Christ." Bishop Goodsaj said lu the
course of his sermon:
As you read the Bible both In tbe
Old and New Testaments you are Im
pressed with tbe great number of
times which the word "face" is used.
When you travel in Eastern lands you
find that this word is used far more
often and in many different relations
tunong the Eastern people than we our
selves are accustomed to use it
This word face is used in reference
to a man's wbole character, I am told,
everywhere in the East, and we have
a great many traces of It In tbe Bible;
and now when we come to think ot it
Isn't It true that we are accustomed
to recognize each other more by the
face than by any other one thing. Is
it not wonderful that upon tbe few
elements In the face, the forehead, tbe
eyes, nose, mouth and chin there
should be such an infinite variety of
expression stamped l U10 great Cre
ator? . -
-There Is a general conviction among
us that the face villi work out the
Inner character, so that whatever may
be tbe beginning ot life when we have
lived wltb ourselves a long time we
will be pretty apt to show upon our
faces what kind of a person we haTe
lived with. It Is Impossible for any
person to give way to avarice without
showing It on their face. If he bad tin
open face once It will change; and so
the man who gives way to the forces
of passion, whether he gives way to
lust or whether be gives way to drink,
or whether lie gives way to appetite
for food, it will show out on his face.
We write upon our faces what we live
with and no man can wear a mask so
completely that those who Ore wise In
these things are not able to read be
hind the mask.
Now, whnt one Is there among us
that has not desired again and again
to have lived when the face of Jeans
Christ could have been seen. I think
there Is no devout soul that In bis
trouble has not said, Ob. that I
could look Into my Master's face. Ob,
that I could," live as the little children
did, "have rested my bead against His
breast ana Dave neara ttnu say to me
as He said to them, 'Suffer them to
come.' "
You can (scarcely go into n Christian
home to-day where Christian education
has presided where there is not at least
one or more representations of the
face of Jesns Christ. I have observed
according to our experiences, accord
ing to our wants, we fttstcn upon the
Krepreseutations of Jesus Christ's face
tlittt. are most satisfying to us, most
flttlnoA Bo that- if we are under deep
penitence t sin, we are apt to have
the face of tSeMlufferlng Christ upon
the Cross, and lsorrows of the
world JiwM-burl hearts, we
will carrv ther fk. -he thorn
crowned Christ
hove dwelt upoB
strength, in His power, in His resist
a nee to evil, In the calm majesty of
one who knows be Is Innocent, we
would most likely have the picture of
Christ before Pilate. From tbe days
of the Catacombs up to tbe present
time, men have been trying to put
Christ's face before humanity, and
why? Because all souls In their greater
moments, in their spiritual moments,
and therefore In their religious uio
nionts, would like to have Him brought
near by. They would like to have Him
made more real.
The best thing Is to so carry Jesus
Christ In our heart that we shall see
Him and behold the glory of God In
the face ot Jesus Christ.
The actual picture must remain the
same. We may study it, we may un
derstand its history, It is not at all
probable. that any one Is going to see in
a moment what it tffok the artist
yeors to produce, thougb this may hap
pen. But as we grow spiritually it is
possible for us by spiritual sight to
bebold our Lord, to behold Him more
clearly as the years go on.
When we study this one word, tbe
Word face, we find that it stands relat
ed to three -great facts and to none
other that I know of, and these three
facts are, first, revelation, then In
spiration and finally reward. This ir
exactly what tbe Apostle means by
this text, Hist he who studies the face
of Jesus Christ, he who enlarges his
vision by spiritual Imagination, will
have tbe revelation ot the divine truth
come to him. For do we not know that
Jesus came to reveal God to us, to re
veal God to a world in which the dim
eye of sin could but Imperfectly see
Him. But the trouble Is that our eyes
see as we are educated to tee. I have
often noticed while passing along tbe
street that a man 1 usually inter
ested In. the trade he represents. " If he
was a batter, he looked at my hat; if
he was a tailor be looked at my
clothes; it he was a shoemaker he
looked at my shoes; if he was a boot
black he looked to see whether they
were muddy or not, and so our vision
Is trained by what we are doing, by
what we are thinking. If our eyes
are trained only to the things of time,
then all the beauty that we see Is in
the things of time, but by using these
as stepping stones to something higher
and nobler, then we see by tbe power
of God's revelation that there la a
God here In this world, and that He is
ruling the world In tha interest of
Jesus Christ, . - .
I believe that you : would have
thought yourself victims of fate If you
had not been taught by Jesus Christ
the doctrine of divine fatherhood. Yon
would have thought -perhaps that this
world was made by chance It yon
had not seen Hint standing In tbe
stern of the ship and saying to the
troubled waves, "Peace, be still." But
because He bat come, because He has
passed through alt tbe phases of our
life from Infancy to maturity, because
He has been tempted, because He sub
mitted to wrong In order that He
might do it great and holy work, be
cause Ho has given the. most perfect
example of what humanity ought to
be under alt phases and circumstances,
because He is here and was God
manifested In tbe flesh, we. His bre'
ren hi tbe creatiou, and we, His breth
ren in the redemption of tbe cross,
know tbat we are dear to Ood, for
God so loved tbe world that He gave
His only begotten Bon to die for us.
I have to travel a good deal In my
work, as you know. Very often 1 wake
early In the montlng, and lift the cur
tain of my sleeping car that I may
see where we aro, and whnt the pros
pects are. Sometimes It is clouded,
sometimes it la-elear. There are pools
in tbe ditches beside the tracks, or
perhaps we are running alongside tbe
lake and I look atie lake and ont
there I can see things mirrored. It
h it been a great pleasure to me some
1 fc itomclsr it H r
ef Christ In His
times to pick out the stars. Why there
Is Orion and there Is Slrlus, there Is
tbe big dipper and there is Jupiter and
there is Venus, tbe morning star, and
there is Mars. I didn't bsve to look
up, I looked down and saw It reflected.
And then I would see the round orb
of the morn and I could see what
pbase of tbe moon was on by looking
down as I could by looking above.
Then I have seen tbe wind set tbe
glassy surface Into waves, and It would
be only belts ot broken light That Is
the way it is in human society. We
are looking down upon the world which
reflects human weaknesses, human sin,
human passions. Th -re isn't a glassy
place to reflect tbe glory ot Christ In,
There are all kinds of passions at work
and the best tbat we can see is the
ruffled surface of humanity, but I see
bars of light tbat are on the surface,
then, when I look up I tee the glorious
Christ.
Now, finally, the glory ot God in the
face of Jesus Cbrist Is revealed, not
only as a revelation, not only for in
spiration, but for reward. How full
the New Testament Is ot this idea tbat
tbe sight of Jesus Christ shnll be tho
reward of the saint and the Old .Testa
ment too: "My eyes sbnll see the
King in His beauty," "We shall be sat
isfied wben we wake in His likeness,"
"We shall see Him and know Him as
He is." - How many more passages does
your memory bring up out of your
religious education that teach this doc
trine? We who are here this morning, it
we believe fn God we shall qot only see
those who have gone before, who have
been In our homes, but the great am
bition of a devoted soul will be gratl-ficd-we
shall see God.
blessed aro the pttro In heart, for
they shnll see God. According to the
measure of our Inward purity do we
seem to see God here. When we shall,
by the washing ot regeneration and
tbe renewal of our hearts and the
sanctlflcatlon of our spirit, until we
can soy the Lord hath made me whiter
than snow. We walk with Him, our
band is in His band and our head is
on His bosotn. He carries us when
we are weak, as a shepherd carries the
lamb. He hetrls our disease, He com
forts us In our sorrows. Ho Is In our
homes wben we are there, In our shops
when we are there, In the streets when
we ore walking, on the sea when wo
are sailing.
We shall sec Christ, not in His hu
miliation, but In His exaltation; not
as a babe In the manger, but ns a king
of tho universe; not as humbled be
fore Pilate, but as ruling all things
end Judging ail things.
I believe in. heaven because I believe
In God. I do not know where It Is, I
think that I am convinced that It is a
eondltlon rather than n place. This Is
shown by the parable of Dives and
Lazarus, one in paradise and one in
hell, yet they could talk across the
gulf. Tbat must have been moral
rather than physical. But 1 tin not
know that if tiod is everywhere, my
soul shnll soar through space and lind
Him everywhere. It may be that
heaven Is everywhere, as God 1 every
where to the devout soul.
Getting at Life's Tallies.
. Things that come easily nre not of
much valuta atloTTTteeNjfow a&t-flfl-.nCiWi
noteworthy accomplish
ment. It is wheu the pressure of life
ts at Its highest, perhaps close to tbe
breaking point, that results usually
count for most. That time that we are
looking forward to, when this present
'grinding pressure will be off and we
shall have nu opportunity to do some
thing, is not likely to record nearly
as good work as wo are doing under
friction and stress. Those particles
of carbon might have been nothing
more than cool or graphite If consum
ing heat and enormous pressure had
not crystallized them Into n diamond.
If such a weight Is Just now upon ns,
let us rejoice at the opportunity we
have for getting at the precious things
of life.-S. S. Times.
v The Bible.
Alone it has civilized whole nations.
It Is the one book that can fully lead
forth tbe richest and deepest and
sweetest things In mnn's nature. Read
all other books philosophy, poetry,
history, fiction but if you would re
fine the Judgment, fertilize the reason,
wing the Imagination, attain unto the
finest " womanhood or the sturdiest
manhood, read this book, reverently
and prayerfully, until Its truths have
dissolved like Iron luto tbe blood. It
ton have no time, make time and read.
The book Daniel Webster placed under
his pillow when dying Is tbo book
all should carry iu the band while
llvlng.-Newell D. Hillls.
New York's Odd Thermometer.
New York city unconsciously pro
vides an odd , thermometer tor
loungers In Madison Square. This Is
the geyser-action fountain, which
sends up a spurt ot water every five
seconds Or sa In the summer its
spray" reaches a hefght of fifteen or
twenty feet nd on the hottest days
the bench warmers, who sit about It
can almost Imagine themselves cool.
As the weather gets colder the spurt
becomes more and "more subdued. Af
ter frosty night It is scarcely more
than an occasional heaving mound In
the center ot the pool. - As the varia
tion la given three to four inches tor
each degree, an old stager In the park
with a keen eye can Judge the tem
perature from It with remarkable a
curacy, seldom erring more than two
degrees from the official mark.
Eskimo Mssks. '
Thibetans have thr most proton
Uous and grotesque masks, which an
.;L-i
used Id their religious ceremonies, and
the custom even extends to the far
Islands ot the South seas. Prom these
tropical waters to the white wastes
ot the frozen north Is a far cry, yet
there Is a similarity between th
masks ot the Malay tribes and those
ot the Eskimos which seems to link
these faraway peoples.- Herewith it
given the picture ot an Eskimo mask,
front and rear. It la fairly Indicative
ot the artistic feeling In these odd
people, and, while primitive, has In It
something of a higher promise.
Werk te Make Pound of Honey.
It is estimated that to colloct one
lound ot honey from clover 62.000,000
beads of clover must be deprived of
nectar, and 8,750,009 yW fr'"tl h
tnunt- be mtulcs.
THE TRIUMPHANT FEMININE.
'These are touch days for the he-eex
These are the times whea It's shown
That man Is a weak, helplms ereatura,
Too feeble to stand up slouel
Woman la fragile, they tell us, "
Clinging, dependent oa man '
Frail as a reed in a tempest, ' '
Frail aa the sticks of a fan I '
But nowadays, aa yon will notice,
Wonien financially thrive,
Deeplte tble mnch-talked-of frailness.
By skinning he-ereaturea alive 1
Hardly a day but you'll read of
Things which can scarce be nelleved-v
Ho.w. we.l,hr ' codgers by women
M I pelf by the ton are relieved 1 .
Maybe the women are feeble ;
But still, you will notice, they win v
The guarded shekels of rich men
Where an army couldn't break Int '
Cincinnati Commercial Tribune.
JUST FOR FUN
Clara Didn't you consider the duke
a good bargain? Maude Why, no; he
was little more than a remnant.
Life. i'
"Is she sentimental!" "Very! 8he
will even weep over her old divorce
papers." Judge.
"Any changes In autos beyond side
door and backstoop?" "Yes, we are
putting In a conservatory, this year."
Motoring and Boating.
"We've struck a. great scheme to
raise the church debt." "What Is it!"
"we re going to let the inside' space ri
for high-class advertising." Broojtlyn "J
Life.
She And you say you want to mar
ry me? He Yes, I do. Well, you
must ask my mother first. But sup
pose she accepts me! Yonkers States
man. "Dey ain't no slch thing ez gittln',
married In heaven." "Course dey
ain't. Don't de Bible tell you it's a
place or peace en rest?" Atlanta Con-
stitution. v- 0--
Blox I've got an old score to settlo
with Spotklns. Knox Yes, he was
telling me tho other day that you had
owed him $20 for quite a long time.
Chicago Daily News. .
"I heard you make use of the word
'Jackass,' sir; did you apply It to me?
"No, sir, I didn't. You don't imagine
you are the only Jackass in the world,
do you?" Cleveland Leader.
Customer Look here, can't you
paint up the bottom of my auto and
make- it look more presentable '
Agent What for? Well, that's what I
have to gaze at most of the time.
Life.
Mr. Fresch Sir, I'm looking for a
situation. Merchant There's nothing
for you to do here. Mr. Fresch
Dee-lighted! How much a week Will
you give for doing it? Philadelphia
Ledger,
Customer-XoviutW you'd finish
that Job If you bad to, stay up all night
to do It. Dealer (snappishly) Well,
I didn't have to stay up all night This
is a free country. Philadelphia
Ledger.
Teacher (trying to. teach the mean
ing ot the long, bard word "phlegmat
ic") And when people take every
thing easily, we say they are what?
Little Johnnie Brltebol Kleptoman
iacs. Baltimore American.
"Did you spend money to get into- 4
public office?" "No," answered Sen
ator Sorghum. "I didn't spend It I
gave it away and then depended on a
decent sense of gratitude In the ben
eficiaries." Washington Star.
Tommy Pa, I Bmoked your pipe to
day. Pa What? Tommy You said
It would make me sick, but It dldn t
Pa You misunderstood me, my son,
I said I'd make you sick. Jinnd me
that strap. Philadelphia Pri
Torn Townsend Madam, havV you
got any clothes dat . Mrs. Farmer
No! I can't give you anything. Torn
TownBend I didn't ask yer ter give
me anything,. I'm no beggar, Wot I
wanted ter dp was tor swap. Puck.
i Falr Devotee I don't see any way v
to raise our church debt except to
have a lottOry. Minister (shocked)
That will never have my sanction,
madam, never, unless you call It by
gome other name. New York Week
ly. " :v--.vV.r '.
Monahan 'TIs always th' unlxplct-
ed thot happens. Whin 01 went home-
full laaht nolght, 01 txpltjted nre wolfe X
would hit me wid a poker. Mulhearn J
An" she didn't! Monahan No; she ,
hit me wid 'th' . flatiron an' pianny.
sthool. Judge. ' -
"Senatorial courtesy Is a great
thing," said the dignified man. "Yes,"
answered Senator Sorghum; "so long
as they dont carry It so far as to re
autre us to' sit and listen to one an- ,
other's speeohes all the way through."
Washington Star. . - - : ,
Jack Remember that Dolly Dur
ham I used to be ap smlUenw1th?
She's ' engaged. Ta,cTrr , , .
Who Is' the lucky man? Jack 1 am
Dick What are you going to marry V-.
her? Jack No, it's the other fellow.
Cleveland Leader. , " yf s 3
The Prospective Better Half But
seriously, George, am I the only girl
that He Now, Amy dear, don't ask
It you are the only girl that I ever
loved. You know as well as The
Prospective Better Half I wasn't go
ing to, George. I started to ask, "Am
I the only girl that would have you?"
-Puck. .
Mr. Stubbles-Kate; I really believe
you think more of your dog than you
do of your husband, t think I have
reason to be Jealous. Mrs. Stubble
How foolish ot you,' George! You
know well enough that Tony and you
are not In the same class. ,Truly, I
think as much ot you as a woman
can be expected to think of her hus
band. Boston Transcript
, : - Educated by Our Mistake.
It Is weak to decry popular gov
ernment because of mistakes or be
cause ot fraud. There can be less
corruption where the people them
selves are always ou the alert to look
for It than where the control Is in
the hands of a few whose ofllfce Is ai
tured and permanent. There rny
more mistakes in a government ly !o
people, but these sama mistakes are
an education to the people, all tho
tjnio fitting tbcm more and more fur
St Kvwueut Chlwe Cfcronk!'!,
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