Pittston Gazette

              Newspaper in the Wyoming Valley. *:«tabli»hCDd I MAO. I VOL. XVII, No. 48. f Oldes PITTSTON, LUZERNE COUNTY, PA., FRIDAY, JULY 9, 1897. A Weekly Local and Family Journal. I j$1.oo per Year | in AdvaiH'e QUARANTINE ISLAND. about thirty miles from a certain grwxlsized island in a certain ocean there lies another little island—an eyot—a mile Ion# and half a mile broad. It is a coral islet; the coral reef stretches out all round it except in one or two places where the rocks shelve, suddenly making it possible for a ship to anchor there. The islet is flat, but all round it runs a kind of natural sea wall about CHAPTER l\ he had turned hermit m the bitterness of his wrath and for the fault of one simple girl had resolved on the life of a solitary. Nothing of the kind. He was an army doctor and he left the service in older to take this very eligible ajD- puintment where one lived free and could spend nothing except a little for claret. He proposed to stay there for a few jears in order to make a little money, by means of which he might become a specialist. This was his ambition. As for that love business, seven years past, he had clean forgotten it, girl and all. Perhaps there had been other tender passages. Shall a man wasting in despair die because a girl throws him over? Never! Let him straightway forget her. Let him tackle his work; let him put otf the business of love—which can always wait—until he ran approach it once more in the proper spirit of illusion and once more fall to worshiping an angel. I knew lier a long tune ago- years ago—before she married DAN n TER8. iibout to turn away after receiving tJie was made. Dan aud the mail dog were money, when lie caught sight of a woman found lying across the path near the crossing the courthouse yard. "Who is place where the woman had fainted. THE SUNDAY SCHOOL.! The islet lay all night long in mnch the same silence which lapped and wrapped it all the day. The wat-i washed musically ujvrn the shore; the light in the lighthouse flashed at intervals; there was no other sign of I i 'C*. Towards six o'clock in the morning the dark east grew gray; then long white "Married? Florence isn't marrietl. You must I*" thinking of someone else." No. This is Florence Vernon, is it V'es—then she was engagvd tC D marry a certain Sir William l)u|xDrt." that?" ho asked. The dog's teeth were buried in Dan's LESSON If, THIRD QUARTER, INTER-' BY WALTER BKSANT, By OPIE EEAD. "Mrs. Hurklcy, the widow wo have employed to teach our school," the mayor answered. "Where did she come from?" "From Wilson county, I believe, you ever meet her?" throat. Dan's fingers were stiffened about tho dog's neck. Both were dead. ■ THE END. NATIONAL SERIES, JULY 11 [Copyright, 1891, by the Authors' Alliance] CHAPTER I not? "Oh! I believe there was some talk about an old matt who wanted to marry her, but she wouliln't have hirn. It was just before her mother died. Did you know her mother?" « (Copyright, IKC, by thn Author ] CHAWER I Text of the lemon, Acts xvi, 23-34—Memory Verses, 28-31—Golden Text, Aeta XTI, 31—Commentary by the Rev. D. M. Stearns. " he cried, passionately, "you drew me on; you led me to believe that you cared for me; rou enoouraged me. What, can i Kid go on as ■ou hare done without meaning anything? Dun Miters was especially drunk. By this I mean that any other man in the village of Cane Hill might have been rtrtink—and indeed other men of that respectable community had been known to indulge too heartily in drink—but that Dan Miters, being the acknowledged drunkard of the place, was especially and particularly intoxicated. He was a man of ackuowleged sense. He had, gossip said, as a prelude to some disparaging statement concerning his weakness, carried off the honors at a well known school, (hie thing was certain— he expressed himself in better language than even the county judge could hope to employ. And this, at (June Hill, was regarded as a convincing assertion of a higher education. Did Where Paleolithic Man Lived. two feet high and as many broad; behind it, on the side which the wall protects from the wind, is a little grove of low-stunted trees, the name of which the successive tenants of the island were never curious to ascertain. The area protected by the sea wall, as low as the sea level, was covered all over with low, rank grass. At the north end of the islet a curious round rock exactly like a martello tower, but rather higher, rose out of the water, separated from the sea wall by twenty or thirty feet of deep water, dark blue, transparent, sometimes rolling and rushing and tearing at the sides of the rock, sometimes gently lifting the seaweed that clung to the sides. Round the top of the rock flow, screaming, all the  round, the sea birds. Far away In tne horizon like a little cloud, one could see land; it was the larger island to which this place belonged. At the south end was a lighthouse, built just like all lighthouses witll low, white building's at its foot and/u flagstaff and an inclosure which wujs a feeble attempt at a flower garderu Half a mile from the lighthou.se wheie the sea wall broadened into a wide lt-yel space there wbjb a worulen house of four mninn— % rays shot out across the sky and then the light began to spread. Before the gray turned to pink or the pink to crimson, liefore there was any corresponding glow in the western sky, the man whC occupied the bungalow turned out of bed aud came forth into the veranda Kent's cavern, near Torquay, was a famous haunt of paleolithic man and extinct animals. It has been thoroughly explored. It was at one time occupied by hyenas, lions, bears and the formidable saber toothed tiger (machuiradus). A certain deposit here known as the "black band" marks the place where man used to light his fires and cook his food. He seems to have been fa;"'y accomplished for the times in w jh he lived, for Mr. Pengelly says of him that "he made bone tools and ornam te harpoons for spearing fish, eyed needles, or bodkins, for sewing skins tog .ier; awls, perhaps to facilitate the passage of the slender needle through the thick hides; pins for fastening the skins they wore, and perforated badgers' teeth for necklaces or bracelets. The different layers or strata here met with testify to various changes taking place. Below everything else was found what is called breccia—that is, a layer of angular fragments of rock—with flint implements of a rude type, suggesting that the first occupants of the cave were members of some more ancient race who were less advanced even in the primitive arts of hunting and making weapons. — Hutchinson's "Prehistoric Man and Beast" "I think not," he said and hastened toward a doggery on the opposite side of the street. "I knew her mother when they were living at Eastbourne. So she refused the old man, did she? and has remained unmarried? Curious! I had almost forgotten her. The sight of her brings back the old days. Well, after she has pulled so gallantly through the cholera we cannot have her beaten by a little fever. Uefused 1 lie old mail, did she?" 22. "And the multitude rose up together against them, and tho magistrates rent off their clothes and commanded to beat them." So much for their interfering with the god of this world, the prince of the power of the air, for, when the devil's property is touched, he soon begins to roar. Our Lord has taught us that true fellowship with Him will surely bring the same treatment that He received (John xv, 18- 20). The world, the flesh and the devil are all decidedly against God, and if we are for God we must be against them at all costs. CHAPTER II. On a hill a short distance from the village, a hill shaded by poplar trees, was an old schoolhouse, originally built of logs, but now weatherboarded and whitewashed. The Widow Burkley had jnst told the children that they might' t?o out and play until she called them, when the door was darkened by a reddish apparition. The widow nttered a befitting little shriek, and then, realizing that there was no serious cause for alarm, said, "Come in!" She would not have extended this invitation had she uot wanted to set an example of courage. •Hi Does a girl allow a man to In the.dead of.nijfht he sat watching by the budsidei, th - colonel's wife with bisa. press her hand j*-w|f keep her liand—without meaning' anything? Unless these things mean nothing you are the most heartless girl in the whole world—yes—1 say, theeoldrst. the most lituberous, the most hea*-%le*»i!" "I hart almost forgotten." whispered the lady, "that story of the old baronet. She told me about it one®. Her mother was ill and anxious abotat her daughter because she h;id next to nothing- except her annuity. The oM i. . n offered; hi was an unpleasant old man; but there was a fine house and everything; it was all arranged. The girl was quite a child aud understood nothing: she was to be sokl in fact to this old person who ought to have been thinking of his latter end instead of a pretty girl. Then the mother died suddenly and the girl broke it off. She was a clever girl and she has been teaching. For the last three years she has been in India; now she is going home under my charge. She is a brave girl, doctor, and a good girl. She has received half a dozen otFers. but she has refused them all. so I think there must be somebody at home." 23. "And when they had laid many stripes upon them they cast them into prison, charging the jailer to keep them safely." With no gentle hand had they taken off their clothes, and there would be no love nor gentleness in this scourging. It meant many and -heavy stripes upon their bare backs It meant real pain and much of it, besides the humiliation of being treated as criminals when they were perfectly innocent. Paul, afterward speaking of It, says, "We were shamefully treated at Philippi" (I Thess. ii, 2). 24. " Who, having received such a charge, thrust them into the inner prison and made their feet fast in the stocks." Neither Is there any tenderness in this man's handling of them.. It is injustice and cruelty throughout, the devil and his followers let loose upon the chiltirenpf God, strange mystery of iniquity Wlich has been causing the people of God to suffer ever since sin entered this world, and the end is not yet. If any one can tell why God permitted the devil to tempt Eve, we will gladly listen. If not, wo will still believe that God is love, trust Him for graoe Neither nature nor civilization have designed a man's life to be spent in monotony, most of us have to work for the daily bread which is always an episode and sometimes a pretty dismal episode to break and mark the day One day there came such a break in the monotonous round of the doctor's life. It came in the shape of a ship She was a large steamer and she steamed slowly It was early in the morning, before breakfast. The doctor and one of the lighthouse men stood on the landing place Watching her.. CHAPTKR V Dan had first come to the village as the agent of a nursery—not that sort of a linrsery which would disprove the declaration that marriage, among the poor at least, is a failure to perpetuate human misery, but as the agent of a company which had fruit trees for sale. He did not thoroughly succeed in running tin* gantlet of village curiosity, for villagers are critical of appearances, and a lazy lounger who site all day at the store while his wife is taking in washing utterly worthless fellow who would rather wallow in the mire with a black falsehood than to recline on a velvet couch with a bright truth; who wears a filthy shirt and one "bedtick" suspender; who chews charity tobacco and spits at a knothole, which he thinks by the right of his own yellow slime he has pre-empted—that fellow will criticise the clothes and facial expression of it stranger. It was evening and moonlight, a soft and delicious night in September. The waves lapped gently at their feet; the warm breezes played upon their faces; the moon shone upon them; an evening wholly unfit for such a royal rage as this young gentleman—two-and-twenty is still young—to exhibit. He walked about on the parade which was deserted except for this solitary pair, gesticulating. waving his arms, mad with the madness of wounded love. Dan Miters stepped into the room. He stood for a moment looking at the widow and then said: "Don't be afraid of me I saw yon yesterday and didn't know bnt yon''— a "Is it possible?" the woman exclaim- "That is what I was going to ask," Dan replied, seating himself on a bench. ' 'Twenty years sometimes make a great change in appearance, even though hearts sometimes remain the same." WHEN HK HAD BATHED TIIK DOCTOR WENT She sat on one of the seaside benches, her hands clasped, her head bent. He went on. lie recalled the day when first they met; he reminded her of the many ways in which she led him on to believe that she cared for him. He accused her of making him love her in order to laugh at him. When he could find nothing more to say he flung himself upon the bench, but on the other end of it, and crossed his arms and dropped his head upon them. So that there were two on the bench, one at either end, and both with their heads dropped—a pretty picture, in the moonlight, of a lover's quarrel. But this was worse than a lover's quarrel. It was the end of everything, for the girl was engaged to another man. HACK TO HIS IIOL'SK "She's in quarantine, doctor, sure as sure," said the man. "1 wonder what she's got. Fever for choiee Cholera, tnost likely. Well, we take our chances." clad in his silk pajamas and silk jacket, which formed the evening or dress suit in which he slept. The increasing light j showed that he was a young man still, j perhaps about thirty, a young man with a strong and resolute face and a square forehead He stood under the veranda watching as he had done every day for two years and more, the break of day and the sunrise; he drank in the delicious breeze cooled by a thousand miles and more of ocean; no one knows the freshness and sweetness of the air until he has so stood in the open and watched the dawn of a day in the trop j ics. He went back to the house and j came back again clad in a rough suit of i tweed and a helmet. His servant was ! "Have you come here to reproach me? Children," she added, turning to several youngsters that showed a disposition to loiter about the door, "run along now and play." - ' Cpyttdjo: PSSi | I j m Lm-*- The Birthplace of Eels. "She's been in bad weather," said the doctor "Look, she's lost her mizaen, her bows are stove in. I wonder what's the meaning' of it. She's a transport—" She drew nearer "Troops! Well, I'd rather have soldiers than coolies." Professor G. B. Grassi of Rome recently received the Darwin medal from the Royal society in London in recognition of his biological discoveries. "The most astonishing case," says Natnre, "is that of the common eel, the development of which had been a mystery since the days of Aristotlei.' * It was known that large eels pass from rivers into the sea, and that young eels, called in England 'elvers,' ascend rivers from the sea. Bnt no one before Grassi had been able to find out how elvers were produced The Italian naturalist, taking advantage of* the currents near the straits of Messina, which occasionally bring to the surface inhabitants of the deep waters, discovered that the eels which pass out of rivers are not fully grown, as they had been supposed to be, but that they attain complete development after entering the sea. There their eggs are hatched, the young taking at first a larval form which is identified with formerly supposed to be a distinct genua Afterward the leptocephali undergo transformation The children vanished, and the widow, looking out to see if they were within hearing, said, "I have suffered too much to bear reproach now." CHAPTER VI. A few days later the patient, able to sit for awhile in the shade of the veranda. was lying in a long cane chair Beside her sat the colonel's wife, who had nursed her through the attack. She was reading aloud to her. Suddenly she stopped. "Here comes the doctor," she said, "and Florence, my dear, his name, you know, is Claude. I think you have got something to talk about with Claude besides the symptoms." With these words she laughed, nodded her head and rati into the salon. to endure .it She was a transport, she was full of soldiers, time expired, men and invalids going home. She was bound from Calcutta to Portsmouth. She had met with a C3'done. Driven out of her course i nd battered, she made for the nearest Jiort, when cholera broke out on board Before nightfall t 'jr l&lai I -vas JotW for the hereafter, 26. "And at 11 prayed and sang { Dan was criticised not only by the worthless loafer, but by tho merchant and even by the faded woman who had (dipped in to exchange a few eggs for a small piece of calico. They declared that Dan's hair was too red and that there were too many freckles on his face, and it was agreed that he did not dress as a gentleman should. The worthless loafer squirted at his pre-empted knothole and remarked: "But don't you think that you deserve reproach?" he asked "No. I acted as I thought best I promised to marry you, and while you were with me you did exercise so strong an influence that I thought I loved you, but when you were gone I knew that I didn't I saw that I was charmed by your mind, bnt not warmed by your heart. Another man came. He was not bright He had many foolish words. But love is sometimes best expressed in words that are foolish. Yon awoke my admiration. He thrilled my heart. Then I wrote and told you not to think of me ;igain. I was buried in the roses of my own happiness. How could I think of you?" prisoners heard t the victory of fait word, "Rejoice ar great is your rewa 18 12). The same L ♦ | with white tents, a hospital was rigged up with the help of the ship's spars and canvas, the men were all ashore and the quarantine doctor aad the ship's doctor were nard at work among the cases, and the men were dropping in every di- fire from waiting for him. with his morning tea; he drank it and sallied forth. By this time the short-lived splendor of the east was fast broadening? to right and left, until it stretthed from pole D D pole. Suddenly the sun leaped up and the colors fled and the fjilendor vanished. The sky became* all over, a deep clear blue, and round and about the sun was a brightness which no eye but that of the and fill them i glory. They d curustances, be Consider that sooth the She rone. If he had been looking up he would have Been that there were tears in her eyes and on her cheek. "Mr. Fenue," she stammered, timidly, "I suppose there is nothing more to say. I am. no doubt, all that you have • ailed me. I am heartless. 1 have led you on. Well—bat I did not know— how could I tell—that you were taking things so seriously ? How can you be so angry just because I can't marry you? One girl is no better than another. There are plenty of girls in the world. I thought you liked me and I— but what is the use of talking? I am heartless and cold—I am treacherous and vain and cruel—and—and—won't you shake hands with me once more— Claude—before we part?" The veranda, with its green blinds of cane hanging down, and its matting on the floor, a'.id its easy chairs and tallies, made a pretty room to look at. In its dim light the fragile figure, pale, thin, dressed in white, would have lent interest even to a stranger, To the doctor, I suppose, it was only a "ease." He pushed the blinds aside and stepped in, strong, big, masterful. "You are much better," he said. "You will very soon be able to walk alDout; only be careful for a few days. It is lucky that this attack came on when it did and not a little earlier when-we were in the thick of the trouble. Well, you won't want me much longer, I believe." "Now you're gittin right down to the sqnar' facts." 17, 18. 26. "And 'sudden earthquake, so that reetion. "WHATSH MATTKK WITH THF. OIRL?" dining-room, talon and two bedrooms. It was a low house provided with a veranda on either side; the windows Among the passengers were a dozen ladies and some childrefn. The doctor gave up his house to them and retired to a tent or to the lighthouse or anywhere to sleep. Much sleep could not be expected for some time to come. He saw the boat land with the ladies on board. He took off his hat as they walked past. There were old ladies, middle-aged ladies, young ladies. Well, there always is this combination. Then he went on with his work. Then he had a curious sensation as if something of the past had been revived in his mind. It was a very common feeling. And one of the ladies changed color when she saw him. That was a long time ago. Dan was absorbed into the community's social system and l*"came celebrated as the village drunkard. Previous to his achievement of this distinction, the ftune had belonged to one Peter 13. Hush, and it appeared that he could never be robbed of the reputation which ho had lalioriously acquired, but after a few years of close contest Peter B. Bush's warmest admirers were forced to acknowledge that the palm belonged to Dan Miters. What a haudy man was Miters when a comparison was needed! What an encouragement to innovation! A man in speaking of some one who was stupidly influenced by liquor was no longer nn«ler tho necessity of saying that he was as drunk as the disreputable canine as sociateof the fiddler, but simply fulfilled all demands by affirming that he was as drunk as D;ui Miters. prison were i the doors w seabird can face and live. The man in the helmet turned to the seashore and "And you married that man?" had no glass in them but thick shutters in case of hurricanes. There were doors "Yea " to the rooms, but they were never shut. Nothing was shot or locked up or protected. On the land side there was a walked briskly along the sea wall. Now and then he stepped down upon the white coral sand, picked up a shell and "And were you happy?" into elvers, or young eels, in which state they quit the sea for the rivers." side to shake 27. "And ing out of h "For a time. Then the dew fell off the flowers. What could the flowers do looked at it and threw it away When doors open, h would have ki the prisoners ] thing new in oners safe wit] It was natiiri garden in which roses—a smalt red rose —grew in quantities and a few English flowers; the elephant creeper with its immense leaves clambered up the veranda poles and over the roof; there was a small plot of ground planted with pineapples, and a solitary banana tree stood under the protection of the house, its leaves blown to shreds, its he came to the seabird's rock he sat down and watched it. In the deep water below sea snakes red ami purple and green were playing about; great blue fish rolled lazily round and round the rock; in the recesses larked unseen the great conger eel, which dreads nothing but the thing of long and homy ten- A Dandy Lay Out. Bishop Walker of western New York, formerly of North Dakota, tells some good stories about his cathedral car in the latter state. One Sunday a man who attended service in it, noticing the eagle lectern, said, "Isn't the Episcopal church patriotic?" An Englishman, however, was differently impresse-l, for he wrote the bishop a letter saying that he was disgusted with the "spread eagleism" of religious services in the United States. One day a negro, who looked into the car, said to the bishop, ' 'Well, you 've got a dandy lay out here. He supposed that the chancel decorations were a new kind of gambling outfit"No,I will never shake hands with you •'No, thank you," she murmured without raising her eyes again—never—never, by heavens! Nothing that could happen now would ever make me shake hands with you again. I hate you—I loathe you—I shudder at the sight of yon—1 could never forgive rou—never. You have ruined my life. Shake hands with you? Who but a heartless and worthless woman could propose such a thing?" "I hart had n:D opportunity," he said, standing over her, "of explaining that I really did not know who you were. Miss Vernon. Somehow I didn't see your face or I was thinking of other things: 1 supposed you had forgotten ine, anyhow it was not until the other Cay when I was called in that 1 remembered. But I dare ciy \,m had forgotten me." Then In-gan the struggle for life. No more monotony in Quarantine island. Right and left, all day long, the men fell one after the other, day after day more men fell, more men died. The 28. ' head bowed down. tacles—the ourite or squid- ■the humor Beyond the garden was a collection of three or four huts where lived the ous tajar which bites the bathers in shallow water all for fun and mischief Indian servants and their families. and with no desire to eat their flesh The residents of this retreat—this secluded earthly- paradise—were their servants withtheir wives and children; the three lighthouse men. who messed together. and the captain, governor or commander in chief, who lived in the house all by himself because he had no and a thousand curious creatures which this man who had ruined his eyes bj days and days of watching came hpr«- ev'.»ry day to look at. While he stood there the seabirds took no manner -D1 notice of him, flying close about him. lighting1 on the shore close at his feet. Seriously—and unfortunately we are all compelled to lie serious at times— the man of 25 whose education had not. been neglected was at 45 a hopeless vagabond, with every hope trampled into the mud away down tho road behind him. He did odd jolis, cleaned out cellars and rut firewood for scolding "Good-by then, Claude," she said. "Perhaps when we meet again you will be more ready to forsrive me. Oh!" she wno they J  this spirit of forgiveness and love? 39. "Then he called for a light and sprang in and came trembling and fell down before Paul and Silas." How God i does turn the tables! See the man in authority bowing before the apparently helpless prisoners. He now saw in tbem representatives of the God who could do such wonders as shake the earth and open prison doors. Was is not worth while to suffer as they did thus to afford an opportunity for God to show Himself through them and on their behalf? Let us accept all events as opportunities for God to show Himself in and through us. 80. "And brought them out and said, Sirs, what must I do to be saved?" He does not seem to have considered whether this treatment"of prisoners was right or wrong in the eyes of the law. He only seems to know that he is a sinful man having special dealings with a great God whom he is not prepared to meet, and that he had better consider the matter at all costs, and that very quickly. 31. "And they said, Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and thou Rhalt be saved, and thyhouset" What a simple message and how definite. He is not told to stop doing wrong and try to do better; to follow Christ and do somewhat as He did; to give up his occupation and go preaching with the apostles. He is not even told to pray or read the Scriptures, but just to do the one only thing that a helpless sinner can do, and that is to receive as a gift the Lord Jesus Christ (John i, 12; Bom. ill, 24; vi, 28; iv, 6; Titus ill, 6). 32. "And they spake unto him the word of the Lord and to all that were in his house." They were the messengers of the Lord of Hosts, and al.ways ready to deliver their message, or rather His message. They would speak of Him who was foreordained before the foundation of the world, i but had been recently manifested in the flesh as the Son of Goid and only Saviour of sinners. j 83. "And he took them the same hour of the night and washed their stripes, and was baptized, he and all his straightway." . Halleluiah, what a Saviour! He saves in-' stantly all who receive Him. He saves them fully and freely by His own precious blood without any works of theirs, and then begins at once to work in them the good works which He has before prepared (Eph ii, 8, 10). We do not know that the jailer or any of his household ever ha&rd these tidings before, and yet they believe as soon as they hear. May God by His Spirit awaken His people to give all on earth the privilege of hearing of Him who still receiveth ■■nners. ':No. I have not forgotten." "I thought that long ago you had become Lady Duport." "I h/ype you may die the most horrible of all cUaths." THE LISTENER. wife or family Now. the remarkable thing about this island is that, although it is so far away from auy other inhabited place, and although it is so small, the human occupants number many With the exception of the people above named, these thousands want nothing, neither food nor drink. They were intelligent enough to know that he was only dangerous with a gun in his hand. Presently he got up and continued his walk. All round the sea wall of the island measures three miles, lie took this walk every morning and every evening in the early cool and the late. The rest of the time he spent indoors."No. that did not take place." "I hear that you have )Decn teaching nince your mother's death. Do you like it?" women. but wither? Wo went to a distant town, and there he deserted me." "Is he still living?" John Austin Stevens, the original founder of the Society of the Sons of the Revolution, is now living in Newport. C 'lie day, when he appeared to Ik? solierer than usual, the mayor of tho village thus addressed him: "Yes. I like it." "He was hanged." Consul General Patrick Collins will return to Boston from London in June, and will resume the practice of his profession. "Do you remember the last time we met—on the seashore—do you remembe—Florence?" his voice softened suddenly, "we had a quarrel about that old villain. Do you remember?" '' D:uj, I would like to know something about your life." "Do you love his memory?" "No. I have learned to think, and thought is a dagger to foolish love." "Did yon know that I was here?" "No. Some one told me that yon were lost at sea. " "And I, sir," Dan replied, "would like to know something about my Tobias Kile, V2 years old, of Quakeriown, Pa., recently enjoyed for the first sime in his life the services of a barber. They lie side by side under the rank grass, without headstones or even graves to mark their place; without a register or record of their departure; without coffins. There they lie, sailors, soldiers, coolies, negroes, forgotten and lost, as much as if they had never been iDorn. And if their wftrk lives after • hem nobody knows what that work is l'hey belong to the vast army of the anonymous. 1'oor anonymous! They • lo all the work; they grow our corn and breed our sheep; they make and mend for us: they build up our lives for us; we never know them, nor thank them, nor think of them; all over the ' world they work for their far-ofi brethren, and when one dies we knou I not because another takes his place. And at the last a mound of green grass When he got back it was past seven and the day was growing hot. He took his towels, went down to the shore to a place where the coral reef receded, leaving a channel out to the open. The channel swarmed with sharks, but he bathed there every morning, keeping in the shallow water, while the creatures watched him with longing eyes. lie wore a pair of slippers on account of the lap, which is a very pretty little fish indeed to look at, but he lurks in dark places near the shore, if he is too lazy to get out of the way, and if you put your foot near him he stinks out his dorsal liu, which is prickly and poisoned, and when a man gets that into the sole of his foot he goes home and cuts his leg off. and has to pretend that he lost it in action. death." "I thought you had forgotten such a little thing as that—long ago—and thi girl yon quarreled with." "You are a funny fellow, Dan." "No doubt of it, .sir. A corpse has Ix-en known to grin." Ex-Mayor Stokeley of Philadelphia, who has just celebrated his seventy-fourth tilrthday, has held -nearly all the great municipal offices in Philadelphia. "Did yon sorrow over the news?" "No. I did not love yon." "The point is rather whether you re member. That is of much more iin "Come, don't talk that way. You have been lien' now about 20 years, and nC m« of us knows wlien' yon were born. " "And do you really want to know where I was born?" "Not until a year ago, and then I heard that yon were alive and a hopeless drunkard." "Did you not hear something else?" Henry Somers Somerset, the son of Lady FTenry Somerset and possible successor to the dukedom of Beaufort, will be the next Liberal candidate for South Hereford, tingland. "i don't think it is vkrt much." portance." two doetors quickly organized their (staff, the ship's offlc« rs for clinical clerks, some of the ladies for nurses. And the men, the simple soldiers, sat about in their tents with pale faces, ex- "I remember that you swore that yon would never forgive a worthless girl who hatl ruined your life. Did 1 ruin your life. Dr. Fernie?" "Weren't you moved at that?" "Yes, I'd like to know." "I was moved with pity." Though the health of Bishop Williams (Episcopal) of Connecticut has been impaired for nearly u year, he continues to lecture four times u week in the Berkeley Divinity school at Middlotown. He laughed. He could not honestly say that she had. In fact his Pi! 'ar as concerned his work had jfom much about the same Hut then si "Well, sir, I was born in the uight." "And would your pity sink deeper into your heart if I were to tell you that I am the most hopeless of all drunkards? Look at me. Look." He opened his coat "I have given my old shirt to a negro for a drink. Does your pity sink deeper?"HE RECALLED THE DAY WHEN FIRST pee ting. Fe sC "There you go again. Say, do yon know that if you would brace up there is yet time for you to accomplish some- THEY MET. C )f those who worked there was one— a nurse—who never seemed weary, never wanted rest, never asked for relief. She would work day and night In the hospital; if she went out it was to cheer up the meD outside. The doctor was conscious of her work and of her presence, but he never spoke to her. When he came to the hospital another nunc received him: if he passed her she seemed always to turn away. At a less troubled time he would have observed this At times he feit again that odd sensation of a recovered past, but heregarded it not—he had other things to laughed. "It is so silly that a man like you. a great, strong, clever, handsome man, should be so foolish over a girl! Besides, you ought to know that a girl can't have things her own way always. Good-by, Claude. Won't you shake hands?" thing?" Dr. Nansen's proposed visit to Rome, whire he was to deliver a lecture, has been abandoned because his terms wore such that the Geographical society of the Etorlal City found itself unable to meet them. "Yes, but yon have tried and what have yon accomplished?" " Why, I own a good house and lot. I am married and have a family of interesting clulilren." "Is that all?" "Oh, please go away, George—go awayl You distress me nearly to death. My (tocI, I have suffered enough 1" or even nothing but an undistinguished slip of ground. When he had bathed the doctor went back to his house and performed some Lord Chief Justice Russell recently snr prised the English lawyers by going to London, on finding that he had finished up his assize cases a coupie of days sooner than he expected, taking a number of •jases from the other judges' lists and winding up five of them in one day. She laid her hand on his shoulder— just touched it—turned—and fled. "Ah, but not for mel You have suffered because your own heart has been wrung. You have not suffered because of my degradation and despair. Mary, you still have it in your power to save me. With your help I can kill my appetite. I can do something for us both. Be my wife and atone for the awful wreck you made years ago." Here lay side by side, the Anonymout—thousands of them. Did I sa.v they ! were forgotten? Not quite. They arc remembered by some. At sunset the ! simple additions to his toilet, that is to say, he washed the salt water out of his hair aud beard —not much else. As for Miliars, neckties, braces, waistcoats. "But isn't that enough?" "Hardly, for you have not taught your children not to feel, iuid until you do this your marriage stands as a wrong. About a year ago one of your boys lost an arm at a sawmill. Weren't you the primary cause of his suffering, and is not the primary cause the meanest of nil CHAPTER IX. She had not far to go. The villa where she lived was withu five minutes' walk. She ran In an 1 found her mother alone in the drawing-room. Indian women and the children retreat to their huts and stay there till sunrise next morning. They dare not so much as look outside the door, because the j place is crowded with white, shivering, i sheeted ghosts. Speak to one of these women; she Will point gut to you, trem- j bling, one, two, half a dozen ghosts. It is true that the dull eye of the English- ' man can see nothing. She sees them— ; distinguishes thein—one from the other —she can see them every night—yet she can never overcome her terror. The governor or captain or commander in chief for his part sees nothing. He sleeps in his house quite alone, with his cat and his dog, windows and doors wide open and has no fears of any ghost. If he felt any fear he would be surrounded and pestered to death every night with multitudes of ghosts Hut he fears nothing. He is a doctor, you see. and the doctor never yet was afraid of black coats, rings or auy such gewgaws, ( they were not wanted on this island. ; Nor are watches and clocks. The residents go by the sun. The doctor got j up at daybreak and took his walk, as j'ou have seen, and his bath. He was , then ready for his breakfast and fir a solid meal, in which fresh fish, newly caught that morning, and curried j chicken with claret and water formed ! the principal part, A cup of coffee came after with a cigar and a book in the veranda. By this time the sun ! was high and the glare of forenoon had 1 succeeded the coolness of the dawn. After the cigar the doctor went indoors. | The room was furnished with a few j pictures, a large bookcase full of lDooks„j chiefly medical, a table covered with j papers and two or three chairs. No curtains, carpets or blinds; the doors , and windows wide open to the veranda i on lioth sides. Thomas S. H:irrison of Philadelphia, who has been appointed consul general at Cairo, Egypt, served as a payinast»r in the navy during the war, and at its close turnsi over his pay, a little over $5,000, to the war library and museum of the Loyal Legion commandery of Philadelphia. consider. "My dear," the mother ".aid, irritably. "I wish to gCiodness j Du wouldn't run out after dinner. There's Sir William tn the (fining-room st) !.** There is no time more terrible for the courage of the stoutest man than a time of cholera on board ship or m a littlr place whence them is no escape; no time worse for a physician than one when his science is mocked and his skit) nvails nothing. Day after day the doctor fought from morning till night and far on to the morning again; day after day the new graves were dug; day after day the chaplain read over the new graves the services of the dead for the gallant lads who thus died, inglorious, for their country. causes?" "I won't talk to you," the mayor declared. "There is no reason in your argument and no humanity in your conclusions. But, come," he added in a softened voice, "why don't you make an effort to keep sober?'' "George, I have always been true to myself. I don't love you." "Couldn't you learn—couldn't there bo progress?" According to the Washington correspondents, much of President McKinlev's personal popularity is really due to the deceptive likeness of his brother Abner, who takes huge enjoyment in walking about the White House grounds, modestly accepting the homage of the charmed populace. "Let htm stay there mother dear He'll drink up all the wine and go to sleep, perhaps, and then we shall be rid of him." "There could be progress, but that progress would bo toward hatred." — "Go in. Florence, and bring him out. Tt isn't good for him, at his age. to drink so much." "Because 1 don't want to keep sober." "And why not?" He looked at her in Kile nee. He took up his old hat, which had been dropped on the floor, and turned it round and round in his hand. He looked down at his shoes, from which his toes protruded. He got up with a stagger, gazed at her a moment, and then an expression, not a smile, but an expression like that which follows the swallowing of a bitter driift, broke through the red stubble about his mouth. "Mrs.—I don't know your name," he began, "but Mrs. Somebody, you are the most merciless creature that ever lived." Joseph Pulitzer recently made an addition to his collection of homes by buying from Mrs. John A. Logan the Logan mansion in Washington. He already possessed a house on Jekyll island and a magnificent home in New York city. He has also rented cottages »♦ JMrKport, Lenox and Lakewood."IF you OIVK MK VOI'R HAND I KIIAl.l "Sobriety is the mother of thought." "And you don't want to think—is "Let the servants go," the girl replied, rebellious. KEEP IT "My dear—your own accepted lover Have you "no right feelings? Oh! Florence. and when I am so ill. and you know—I told you—" that it?" "Yes." Tht n came a time, at last, when the conqueror seemed tired of conquest. He ceased to strike. The fury of the disease spent itself: the cases happened singly, one or two a day, instead of tenor twenty; the sick began to recover; they began to look about them. The single cases ceased; the pestilence was stayed; and they sat down to count the cost. There had been on board the transport, three hundred and seventy-five men, thrity-two officers, half a dozen ladies, a few children and the ship's crew. Twelve officers, two of the ladies and a hundred men had perished, when the plague abated. man does not allow love to interfere with his career "And wh|T don't yon want to think? Your thoughts might amount to something. The greatest man, you know, is the greatest thinker." "And then you went and threw over the old man. Florence, why didn't you tell me that you were going to do thatv You might have told me." F. V \j-er ot Bangor, Me., lins a collection jf postage stamps 'which ranks third In the world. Ho recently returned from London, where he was lionized by the philatelist?, Including the Duke of Vojk, and it is reported that he sold a single stamp of the Hawaiian issue of 1851 for £700, or nearly $3,600. 84. "Anu when he had brought them into his house he set meat before them, and rejoiced, believing. In God with all his hou9e." What, a happy home, what a glorious change, and in so short a time! "X little while lCefore they were a household out of Christ, and therefore unsaved; but now a household in Christ, and therefore saved. If the jailer had killed himself and died in his gins, lie would have gone out into eternal torment, but now be has eternal life. Why are not all believers joyful and ever ready to pass on the good news of such a Saviour and such a salva- "A woman should not marry her grandfather. I've had more than enough of him to-day already You made me promise to marry him. Until I do marry liiin he may amuse himself As soon as we are married I shall fill np all the decanters and keep him full and encourage him to drink as much as ne possibly can." "So is the greatest sufferer. " , "And when you think, you suffer, ghosts. How did they come here, this regiment of dead men? in several wuy.v, cholera accounts for most: yellowy fever for some; other fevers for some, hut for most cholera was the destn Dyer. He- , .cause, you see..this is Quarantine island, j If a ship has cholera or any other infectious disease on board it cannot touch ' at the island, close by which is a great place for trade and has every year a quantity of ships calling. The infected ship has to betake herself to Quarantine island, where her people are landed and where they stay until she has a clean bill, and that sometimes is not until the greater part of her people have exchanged their berths on board for per- j manent lodgings ashore. Now you understand. The place is a great cemetery; it lies under the hot sun of the tropics; the sky is always blue; the sun it? always hot; it is girdled by the sea; it is always silent, for the Indian children do not laugh or shout and the In- ' dian women are too much awed by the presence of the dead to wrangle —always silent, sare for the crying of the sea birds on the rock. There are no letters, no newspapers, no friends, no duties—none, save when a ship puts in, and then for the doctor—farewell rest, farewell sleep, until the bill of health is clean. Once a fortnight or so, if the weather permits, and if the communications are open—that is, if there is no ship there—a boat arrives from the big island with rations and letters and supplies. Sometimes a visitor comes, but not often, because, should an infected ship put in, he would have to stay haps he was writing a novel—I think no one could think of a more secluded place for writing a novel. Perhaps he was diTing something scientific. lie continued writing till past midday. When he felt hungry he went Into the dining-room, took a biscuit or two. and a glass of Vermouth. Then, because it was now the hour for repose and because the air outside was hot and the j sea breeze had dropped to a dead calm and the sun was like a red-hot During furnace overhead, the doctor kicked off his boots and threw off his coat, lay ! down on a grass mat under the mosquito curtains and instantly fell fast asleefS. About five o'clock he awoke and got up; the heat of the day was over; he tr.ok a longdraughtof cold tea. which is the most refreshing and the coolest drink in the world. The sun was now getting low and the air was growing rool. He put on his helmet ! and set off again to walk round his domain. This done, he bathed again. Then he went home as the sun sank and night fell instantly without the intervention of twilight. They served him dinner, which was like his breakfast, but for the addition of some cutlets. lie took his coffee; he took a pipe —two pipes slowly, with a book—lie took a whisky and soda; he went to bed. I have said that he had no watch—it hung idly on a nail. Therefore he knew not the time, but it would very likely be alxiut half past nine. However that might be, he was the last, per- , son up in this ghostly island of the anonymous dead. He sat down and began writing—per- She shook her head "Until you fell into such a rage and called me such dreadful names I did not understand " eh?" "Yes, and so do all men. Go into the library and look alDout you, and what do "Tlie children say I'm kind." "You have the spirit of a vampire." "The children think I have the spirit of gentleness." "Why didn't you tell me, Florence?' he repeated. you sve?" "Books," the mayor answered. "And what are books?" "Gifts from superior minds," tlio mayor replied. "No," said the drunkard. "They are the records of human suffering. Every A young woman once asked Chief .Toieph if he had ever scalped any one. When :!D♦ question was translated to him, Joneph looked at the fair questioner Intently, then walked around behind her and viewed che knot of hair only half hidden by her bonnet. "Tell her," he said to the interpreter, "that I have nothing in my collection as line as that." "You were but a little innocent child then," lie said. "Of course, you couldn't understand. I was an ass and a brute and a fool not to know." She shook her head again ' 'I hope you may die the most horrible of all deaths! I pray to God that you may die of hydrophobia! I implore .God that a mad dog may bury his teeth in your throat!" "My dear, are you mad?" "OhI no. 1 believe I have only Just •ome to my senses. Mad? No. I have maH naw wK«*vi It. am sane—when It Is too late—when 1 have lust understood what I have done." "One of your nurses is ill, doctor." "Not cholera. I do hope." "Yon said you would never forgivt e. You said you would never shake tionf hands with me again." great liook is an ache from a heart and a pain throb from a brain. But what's the aw! of all this talk? What concerns me most at present is where am I goinjj to get a drink?" "There you go with your dogmatism. " "There you go, measuring the grains of my want in your half bushel. Yon don't need a drink, and you say that 1 don't. I would not presume to say what other men need, but it seems to lie the province of all other men to dictate to me. Come, 1 am growing too sober and shall tiegiu to think pretty soon. Won't you please help me out? Ix't me have 25 cents. Yon can spare it. A man who doesn't drink has but little real need for money anyway. Let me have 25 cents, and I'll do any sort of work you "Go uway!" she screnmcd. ' 'Come, children," she cried. "Go away from hero, you monster! I hate you! I wish —but I can't, think of anything horrible enough. Now go!" An Englishman's Story. "Nonsense, child, you are doing  every girl does. You have accepted the hand of an old mail who can give you a fine position and a great income and every kind of luxury. What more can a girl desire? When I die—you know already—there will be nothing—nothing at all for you. Marriage is your only chance." "No. I lielieve a kind of collnpse. Hhe is at the bungalow. 1 told them I would send you over " He held out his hand. "Since." he said, "you are not going to marry the old man, and since you are not engaged to anybody else, why—then—the old state of things is still going on and— A correspondent of the London Globe alleges that on the Fraser river in Canada he has seen in the middle of the salmon season as many as 15,000 flsh piled up three or four foet high ready to be canned and emitting an abominable stench. ' TIRE PUNCTURES. "I will go at once." He left a few directions and walked over to the house It was. He found the nurse who had been of all the most useful and the most active. She was now lying hot and feverish, her mind wandering, inclined to ramble in her talk. He laid his hand upon her temples. He felt her pulse, lie looked upon her face. The 'Kid feeling of something familiar struck him again. "I don't think it ib very much," he said. "A little fever. She may have been in the sun. She has been working too hard. Her strength has given way." He still held It has been discovered that four out of Ave of the accidents to bicyclers result from their riding without brakes.—Brooklyn Eagle. and -Florence, if you give me your hand 1 shall keep it. mind." The village was the scene of fear inspired ferment. A wport that a powerful mad dog had been seen in the neighborhood was circulated by an excited farmer. The bravest of men shudder at the sight of a mad dog. Men who would fight a grizzly lDear tremble if they see a mad dog. DCmble fastenings were put on every door. The Widow Uurkley was terror stricken. She could not be induced to leave her room. Grsidually the excitement died away. School was resumed, but the widow was tremulous. rTd for $ all NAtlS^ of the Globe for "Dear me!" said the colonel's wife in the doorway. "Do quarantine doctors always kiss their patients? Hut you told me. doctor dear, that your Christian name was Claude. Didn't you? That explained everything.'' When a tandem couple quarrel in Chicago, they go Into court and sue fur separate wheels and maintenance.—New Orleans Picayune. At this moment the door opened and Bir William himself appeared. He was not, although a man so rich and therefore so desirable, quite a nice old man to look at: not quite such an old man as a girl would fall in love with at first sight; perhaps under the surface were unsuspected virtues by the dozen. He was short and fat; his hair was white; his face was red; he had great white 'eyebrows; he had thick lips; his eyes rolled unsteadily and his shoulders lurched; he had taken more wine than is good for a man of seventy. matism; A and similar Complaints, ed under the strinjpni, J MEDICAL LA WS J i  Washington has more bicycles In proportion to population than any city in the world, and, while there has never been a census taken, it Is believed that the riders numlier nt least 00,000.—Chicago Record. The ship, with those of her company whom the plague had spared, presently steamed away, and after being repaired made her wa}' to Portsmouth dock Tests are being made of the bicycle as an adjunct of modern war service. Judging by its capabilities in thinning out pedestrians in times of peace, it ought to do some notable havoc among the enemy when In action. — Baltimore American. /ard. Hut one of her company stayed behind, and now is queen or empress of .he island of which her husband is kinj* captain, commandant and governor genial and resident quarantine doctor Want ine to." "Will you help me fix up the address I've got to deliver at that political gath- She left the nclioolhouse very late one evening. Two rebellious boys had been kept in. When liberated, the boys ran away. The widow tried to keep np with them. She could not. She was hurrying along the path when a man came dashing past on a horse. "Mad dog! Mad dog!" he yelled. The widow screamed and looked buck. The dog was bounding toward her. She fainted. No one had the courage to look for the widow. Late at night, almost a maniac, she knocked at the door of the house where she boarded.her wrist. "Claude," murmured the sick girl, "you are very cruel. 1 didn't know, and a girl cannot always have her own ering?" He held out both hands and lurched forward. "Florenshe." he said thickly, "let as sit down together somewhere, letsh talk, my dear." way." "Yf'S, I will." "And swear that you'll never tell that you helped rae?" " V. *, I'll do that too." The tiest preaching Is not alWay* done "And you will draw up a paper In the pulpit. swearing that you didn't write the ud- Sheep ure sometimes taken over a had (ir,.SH J delivered last month to the Odd roaC1 to a good pasture. Fellows? I want yon to do this, for I When we grumble much, it is a sur* j,ave jRDar(j jf hinted around that yon ?1Crrt W»D nr;»v too lif.tlH . . . . . . ,, i 14 tad :i hand in it I D«ufferlngl Tr, l.r. «„| ., ;1;; anything." Dau was fl'HE KHD.) TESLA'S DISCOVERY. Then he recognized her. "Good heavens!" he cried. "It is Florence." FIGS AND THISTLES. 3( HII I Branch] "Not always have her own way," she repeated. "If I could have iny own way do you think 1 would—" Nikola Tesla's latest proposition la to telegraph without wires. if the wires are done away with, what will the politicians have to "pull?"—Chicago Tribune. Endorsed & reeomx & Peek.Luzerne Oliek, 511 North Ms Houek. 4 North Mf Pitttston, Fa . « The girl slipped from the proffered "hands and fled from the room. "W'hatsh matter with the girl?" said |6ir William. as long as the ship. A quiet. This doctor, captain, general and peaceful, monotonous life for one who commandant of Quarantine island was is weary of the world or for a hermit, ; none other than the young man who , and as good as the top of a pillar lor i began this history with a row royal and i and lor ifniitation ' a kingly rage. You think, uerhaps. that I "Florence," he said again. "And I did not even recognize her. Strange!" Nikola Tesla announces that he will be able to telegaiph without any connections save those which the earth Itself affords. If this prediction comes true, the overhead wire problem will be greatly simplified.— Washington Star. Another of the ladies, the colonel's wife, was standing beside him. CHAPTER TO. 1, Out at M»—*U tar Maalf hi«minTmh "Yuuknow her, doctor?" Morning came. A startling discovery • inisj