Pittston Gazette

              Kftabliahed 1K50. I VOL. XLVUISo. «7 t Oldest Newspaper in the Wyoming Valley. PITTSTON, LUZERNE COUNTY, PA., FRIDAY, FEBRUARY n, 1898. A Weekly L ical and Family Journal. I *1 OO a Year I in ArivHiH-f (ftE Pi Mf \ 'THE DtEMST£R"ErcT^~~"s^trJ I COPYRIGHT. iS97.Br THl AUTHOR- ij with the devil. He should give me two weeks of life and oome with me to England. I should do my work here, and Larby should never leave my side. My boy's life should be saved by that operation which I alone knew how to perform. After that Larby and 1 should square accounts together. He should have all the money I had in the world and the passport of my name and influence for his return to his own country. I should write a confession of suioide, and then — then—only then—at home—here in my own room—Larby should kill me in order to satisfy himself that his own secret and the secret of his people must be safe forever. un the lourth clay out ol *'ez we arrived at Wazzan, and there, though the hour was still early, my men decided to encamp for the night. 1 protested, and they retorted. I threatened, and they excused themselves. The mules wanted shoeing. 1 offered to pay double that they might be shod immediately. The tents were torn by a heavy wind of the previous night. I offered to buy new ones. When their trumpery excuses failed them, the men rebelled openly and declared their determination not to stir out of Wazzan that night. miles away? . — . _ . : '■■■ He began to cry out, ana i sprang upon him again and laid held of his throat I knew where to grip, and not a sound oould he utter. We were still in the alley, and I put my left hand into the neck of his caftan and dragged him back into the saint's house. He drew his dagger and lunged at me. 1 parried the thrust with my foot and broke his arm with my heel. Then there was a moment of horrible bedazzleinent. Red flames flashed before me. My head grew dizzy. The whole universe seemed to reel beneath my feet. The man was doubled backward across my knee. 1 Stepping on to the admiralty pier 1 saw a telegraph boy bustling about among the passengers from the packet with a telegram in his hand. she's looking now? Over the road by El Minzah—that's the way from Fez. Her father has gone there with a Christian." The sweat was bursting from my It i« a strange fact that he la down with the very disease of the throat which you have for ho long a time made your especial study. Such at leant is oar diagnosis, assisted by your own discoveries. The case has now reached that stage where we must contemplate the possibility of the operation which juu have performed with such amazing re suits. Our only uneasiness arises from the clr] cumstance that this operation has hitherto been done by no one except yourself. We have, i however, your explanations and your diagrams, and on these we must rely. And even if you were here this is not a case In which your own hand should be engaged. Therefore ! rest assured, my dear fellow, eta Blockheads! If they had not done it ' already, they mnat not do It at all. I would telegraph from Tangier that I was coming. Not a case for my hand 1 Fools, fools t It was a case for my hand only. dulge In any abstruse speculations ou whether It is necessary to be truly good in order to be truly great.—Washington ritar. "What name;"' I asked. He gave one that was not my own and yet sounded like it Chicago can no longer claim the largest population; but, if the present moral wave continues, she can easily lay claim to the most thoroughly indicted population.— Albany Argus. "What's his name?" I asked. "The Moors call him Larby," said the Jew, "and the Christians nickname him Ananias. But he's everything to the little one, bless her innocent face! •Look—do yon see the tiny brown dish at her side? That's for her drinking water. She brings it full every day and also a little cake of bread for her dinner. 1 looked at the envelope. Clearly the name was intended for mine. 1 snatched the telegram oat of the boy's hand. It ran: The Mobile police authorities bave been sued for damages for arresting a Chicago man who is innocent. Up this way it seems as if the work of apprehending Inhocent Chicago men ought to be rewarded. —Washington Post. JJY HALL CAIN Welcome home, boy very weak, but not beyond hope. AU6CR0r"TNE 5C, "THi Bondman." But they had reckoned without their host this time. 1 found that there was an English consul at Wazzan, and I went in search of him. His name was Smith, and he was a typical Englishman—ample, expansive, firm, resolute, domineering and not troubled with too much sentiment. I told him of the revolt of my people and of the tyranny of the subterfuges whereby they had repeatedly extorted bribes. The good fellow came to my relief. He was a man of purpose, and he had no dying child 1,200 miles away to make him a fool and a coward. I think I read the words aloud, amid all the people, so tremendous was my relief and so overwhelming my joy. The messenger got a gold coin far himselt, and I leaped into the train. Chicago has sentenced a man to 80 years In the penitentiary for bigamy. That's what a man gets who tries to economize on divorce fees. No wonder Chicago punishes severely any violation of the law from which she derives her largest revenue. —Lewiston (Me.) Journal. "She's never tired of waiting, and if Larby does not come home tonight she'll be here in the morning. I do believe that if anything happened to Larby she would wait until doomsday." My throat was choking me, and I could not speak. The Jew saw my emotion, but he showed no surprise. I stepped up to the little one and stroked her glossy black hair. It was a mad dream, bat what dream of dear life is not mad that comes to the man whom death dogs like ft bloodhound? And mad as it was I tried to make it oome true. The man was constantly near me, and on the third morning of our Journey I drew up sharply and said: ,L «vu. Father, I counted it up. Every mile at the distance 1 counted it, and I reck oaed every hour since my wife's letter had been written against the progress and period of my boy's disease—so CHAPTER IIL nothing—nothing, it would not be safe." A» Charing Cross I did not wait for my luggage, bnt gave a foolish tip to a porter and told him to send my things after me. Within half a minute of my arrival I was driving ont of the station. Then, with glances of fear toward Larby and dropping his voioe to a whisper, Alee added: "It is true the Christian is dead. He died last sunset I did not stop to read the friendly part of Wen man's letter, the good soul's expression of sympathy and solicitude, but in the fever of my impatience, sweating at every pore and breaking into loud exclamations, 1 tore open the letter from my wife. My eyes swam over the sheet, and 1 missed much at that first reading, bnt the essential part of the message stood ont before me as if written in red: CHRISTIAN ENDEAVOR. • I had my latchkey with me, and I let myself in without ringing. A moment afterward I was in my darling's room My beloved wife was with our boy, and he was unconscious. That did not trouble me at all, for I saw at a glance that I was not too late. Throwing off my coat, I sent to the surgery for my case, dismissed my dear girl with scant embraoes, drew my darling's oot up to the window and tore down the curtains that kept out the light, for the spring day was far spent Topic For the Week Beginning Feb. 18. Comment by Rev. g. H. Doyle. Topic.—Galled to what ? How t—Iaa. vi, 1-8: Mark 1, 18-20. many days since the date of the letter, and Noel had been ailing and ill bo many days before that. The gross sum of those days was so much, and in that time the affections if it ran the coarse I looked for, must have reached "sucn and such a stage. While I toiled along over the broad wastes of that desolate land I seemed to know at any moment what the oondition must be at the utmost and beet of my boy in his bed at home. Allah corrected him. So Larby is going back alone; going back to his shop, to bis house, to his wives, to his little daughter Hoolia. Allah send Larby a safe return. Not following us, Sidi. No, no. Larby is going back the same way—that is all." "Hoolia?" I said. She smiled back into my face and answered "Iyyeh"—yea "Sidi," he answered. "Larby!" "Would you not like to go on with • to Kngland?" I could say no mora I dare not look into her trustful eyee and think that he whom she waited for wonld never come again. I stooped and kissed the child and then fled away. We have in the topical references the stories of the calling of Isaiah and of Andro jk Peter, Jftmes and John. In the fear that King Uzziah died Isaiah had a wonderful ecstatic vision of God on His throne, with the angels about it oonitantly exclaiming: "Holy, holy, holy Is the Lord of Hosts. The whole earth is fall of His glory." Amid such surroundings Isaiah feels his own unworthiness and cries out," Woe is me, tpr I am undone!" An angel symbolically purifies him, and he hears the voioe ot the Lord, saying, "Whom shall I send, and who will go for us?" And without hesitation he accepted the commission, saying: "Here am L Send ma" He looked at me with his glittering eyee, and 1 gave an involuntary shiver. I had awakened the man's suspicions in an instant He thought I meant to entrap him, but he only smiled knowingly, shrugged his shoulders and answered civilly, "I have my shop in the Sok de Barra, Sidi, and then there are my wives and my Bons and my little Hoolia—God be praised for all his blessings.""Men," he said, "you've got to Btart away with this gentleman at sundown and ride night and day—do you hear me, night and day?—until you come to Tangier. A servant of my own shall go with you, and if you stop or delay or halt or go slowly he shall see that every man of you is clapped into the k as bah as a blackmailer and a thief." The answer did not oontent me, bat I could say no more. Nevertheless my uneasiness at the man's presenoe intTeased hoar by hour. I oould not think of him without thinking also of the American and of the scene of horror near to the Karueein mosque. I oould not look at him but the blood down my back ran cold. So I called my guide again and said: "Send that man away. I will not have him in our company." We ••• so delighted ••• your letters. ••• Glad yon are having warm, beautiful weather. * * * Trust • • • make you at rung and welt * * * We are ha Ting bllszarda here, * * * mowing today. • • • 1 am aorry to tell yon, deareat, that onr darling la Yery ill. It la hia throat again. Thia ia Friday, and he haa grown worse every day slnoa 1 wrote on Monday. Whan ha oan apeak, he la always aaUlng far you. Be thlnka if you were here ha would soon be well. He is very weak, for ha oan take no nourishment, and he haa grown ao thin, poor little fellow 1 But be looks very lovely, and every night he aaya In hia prayers, "Qod bleaa papa and bring him safely home." * * * Listen, do you hear him? That's the footstep of my boy overhead. My darling 1 He is well again now. My little sunny laddie! He came into my bedroom this morning with a hop, skip and a jump—a gleam of sunshine. Poor, innocent, thoughtless boy. They will take him into the country soon, and he will romp in the lanes and tear up the flowers in the garden. My son, my son! He has drained my life away; he has taken all my strength. Do I wish that I had it back? Yes, but only—yes, only that I might give it to him again. Hark J That's his voioe, that's his laughter. How happy he is! When I think how soon—how very soon—when I think that I— Then I reckoned the future as well as the past. 80 many days it would take me to ride to Tangier, so many hours to cross from Tangier to Cadis. so many days and nights by rail from Cadiz to London. The grand total of time past sinoe my poor Noel first became unwell and of time to oome before I could reach his side would be so much. What would his condition be then? I knew that also. It would be ■o and so. Then, being alone with my darling, 1 did my work. I had trembled like an There was no more talk of rebellion. The men protested that they had always been willing to travel. Sidi had been good to them, and they would be good to Sidi At sundown they would be ready. • * "Hoolia?" I asked "My little daughter, Sidi." "How old is she?" kB Alee pretended to be deeply wounded. "Sidi," he said," ask anything else of me. What will you ask? Will you ask me to die for you? I am ready, I am willing, I am satisfied. But Larby is my friend, Larby is my brother, and this thing you ask of me I cannot do. Allah has not written it Sidi, it cannot be." "Six, Sidi, only 6, but as fair as an angel." "You will have no more trouble, sir," said the consul, "but I will come back to see you start." I could bear no more. The page In my hands was blotted out, and (or the first time since 1 became a man I broke into a flood of tears. "I dare say she misses you when you are away, Larby," 1 said. I knew that they were jeering at me. had drawn my knife—1 knew where to strike—and "for my boy, my boy," I cried in my heart As Jesua was walking along the shore it the Galilean sea He saw Peter and Andrew casting a net into the sea, and said, "Come ye after Me, and I will make you to become fishers of men." Straightway they forsook their nets and followed Him. He also called James and John as they were fixing their nets, and they left all and followed Him. We may learn: "You have truth, Sidi. She sits in the sok by the tents of the brassworkers and plaits rushes all the day long and looks over to where the camels come by the saints' houses on the hill and waits and watches." 1 thanked him, and we parted. It was still an hoar before sunset, and 1 turned aside to look at the town. I had barely walked a dozen paces when 1 came face to face with Larby. In the turmoil of my conflict with the men I had actually forgotten him for one long hour. He looked at me with his glittering eyes, and then his cold, clear gaze followed the consul as he passed down the street That double glance was like a shadowy warning. It gave me a shock of terror. How had I forgotten my resolve to baffle suspicion by exchanging no word or look with any European minister or consul as long as I remained in Marocco? The expression in the man's face was not to be mistaken. It seemed to say: "So you have told all. Very well, Sidi, we shall see." Oh, omnipotent Lard of heaven and earth, to think that this child is aa life of my life and soul of my soul, that he is dying, that 1 alone of all man living can save him, and that we are 1,900 miles apart. Wipe them out, O Lord; wipe out this accursed space dividing us; annihilate it) Thou canst do all. Thou canst remove mountains, and this is but a little thing to thea Give me my darling under my hands, and I will snatch him out of the arms of death itself.Thus step by step I counted it all up. The interval would be long, very long, between the beginning of the attack and my getting home, but not too long for my hopes. All going well with me, I should still arrive in time. If the disease had taken an evil turn, my boy might perhaps be in its last stages. But then I would be there, and I could save him. The operation which I had spent five years of my life to master would bring him back from the gates of death itself. • • It was done. The man died without a groan. His body oollapsed in my hands, rolled from my knee and fell at my feet —doubled up, the head under the neck, the broken arm under the trunk—in a heap, a heap. My first thought was merely that the rascal meant robber?. However far I might ride ahead of my own people in the daytime, he was always close behind me, and as surely as I wandered away from the camp at nightfall I was overtaken by him or else I met him face to face. God sees alL He is looking down on little Hoolia waiting, waiting, waiting where the camels come over the hill, or on my little Noel laughing and prancing in the room above us. "Larby," I said, "I, too, have a child at home who is waiting and watching. A boy, my little Noel, 6 years of age, just as old as your own little Hoolia. And so bright, so winsome. But he is ill, he is dying, and he is all the world to ma Larby, I am a surgeon, I am a doctor, and if I oould but reach England"— Then came an awful revulsion of feeling. For a moment I stood looking down, overwhelmed with the horror of my act. In a sort of drunken stupor I gazed at the wide open eyes and the grimacing face fixed in its hideousness by the convulsion of death. "O God, O God, what had I done, what had I done I" Father, I have told yon all at last. There are tears in your eyes, father. You are crying. Tell me, then, what hope is left? You know my sin, and you know my suffering. Did 1 do wrong? Did I do right? 1. God calls Christians to definite, specific servioe for Him. These were not calls to salvation. These men were already servants of God. They were calls to definite, specific service of those who had already consecrated themselves to God. Isaiah was called to perform some particular mission for God Theap ties were called, as Christ said, to become "fishers of men." They were called to become the associates of the Master while upon earth so that they would be equipped to carry forward His work when He Himself was gone. God calls Christians to service. It is not enough to be saved. After we are saved we must work out our own salvation with fear and trembling. We work not to be saved, but because we are saved God has a definite specific work for each servant of His to do, and happy is that servant who knows it and does it "Alee," I said at last, "that man is a thief." Of course Alee was horrified. "Ya Allah!" he cried. "What is my lord saying? The Moor is no thief. The Moor is true; the Moor is honest None so true and honest as the Moor. Wherefore should the Moor be a thief? To be a thief in Barbary is to be a fooL Say I rob a Christian—good. I kill him and take all he has and bury him in a lonely place—all right What happens? Behold, Sidi, this is what happens: Your Christian consul says, * Where is the Christian you took to Fez?' I cannot tell. I lie; I deceive; I make excuses. No use. Your Christian consul goes to the kasbah and says to the basha: 'Cast that Moor into prison. He is a robber and a murderer.' Then he goes to the sultan at Marrakesh, in the name of your queen, who lives ia the country of the Nazarenes over the sea. 'Pay me 920,000,' he says, 'for the life of my Christian, who is robbed and murdered. ' Just so. The sultan—Allah preserve pur Mulai Hassan—he pays the dollars. Qood, all right just so, but is that all, Sidi? No, Sidi, that is not all. The sultan—God prolong the life of our merciful lord—he then comes to my people, to my bash a, to my bashalic, and he says, 'Pay me back my |40,000 —do you hear me, Sidi, $40,000—for the Nazarene who ia dead. All right but we cannot pay. Good. The sultan— Allah save him—be oomes, he takes all we have, be puts every man of my people to the sword. We are gone; we are wiped out Did I not say, Sidi, to be a thief |n Barbary is to be a fool?" Did I utter such words alottd out of the great tempest of my trouble? 1 cannot say. I do not know. Only when I had lifted my eyes from my wife's letter did I become conscious of where 1 was and what was going on around me. I was still in the midst of the crowd of idlers, and they were grinning and laughing and jeering and mocking at the sight of tears—weak, womanish, stupid tears—on the face of a strong man. But oh, the agony of my impatience! If anything should stop me now! Let me be one day later, only one, and what might not occur! Then how many were the dangers of delay I First there was the possibility of illness overtaking me. My health was not better, but worse, than when I left home. I was riding from sunrise to sunset and not sleeping at nights. No matter. I put all fear from that cause away from me. Though my limbs refused to bear me up and under the affliction of my nerves my muscles lost the power to hold the reins, yet if I could be slung on to the back of my horse I should still go on. It was worse than useless. I stopped, far I oould go no further. The cold glitter of the man's eyes passed over me like frost over flame, and I knew his thought as well as if he had spokeu it "I have heard that story before," he was telling himself. "I have heard it at the kasbah, and it is a lie and a trick." "Hooliat" I said. "My son, God's law was made for man, not man for his law. If the spirit has been broken where the letter has been kept, the spirit may be kept where the letter has been broken. Your earthly father dare not judge you. To your heavenly Father he must leave both the deed and the circumstance. It is for him to justify or forgive. If you are innocent, he will place your hand in the hand of him who slew the Egyptian and yet looked on the burning bush. And if you are guilty he will not shut his ears to the cry of your despair." aspen leaf until I entered his room, but when my time came my hand was as firm as a rock and my pulse beat like a child's. But I did not cry out In that awful moment an instinct of self preservation aaved me. I flung my fatal weapon away and crept out of the place. My great strength was all gone now. I staggered along, and at every step my limbs grew more numb and stiff. With a sense as of creopingand cringing, I passed on. The shadow of death seemed to have fallen upon me at last I felt myself to be a doomed man. That madman would surely kill me. He would watch his chance ; I should never escape My home would see me no more; my boy would die for want of me. I knew I could do it, and I did it God had spared me to come home, and I had kept my vow. I had traveled ten days and nights to tackle the work, but it was a short task when once begun. My plan was folly, and I abandoned it but I was more than ever oonvinced of my theory. This man was following me to kill ma He was waiting an opportunity to do his work safely, secretly and effectually. His rulers would shield him in his crime, for by that crime they would themselves be shielded.I was ashamed, but I was yet more angry, and to escape from the danger of an outbreak of my wrath 1 turned quickly aside and walked rapidly down a narrow alley. As I did ao a second paper dropped to the ground from the sheet of my wife's letter. Before I had picked it up I saw what it was. It was • message from my boy himself, in ths handwriting of his nurse: But in the alley I looked around. 1 knew no way back to my people except that way by which I came. Down the other alley and through the crowd of idlers I must go. Would they be there still? If so, would they see in my face what I had done? After I had finished I opened the door to call my wife back to the room. The poor soul was crouching with the boy's nurse on the threshold, and they were -doing their utmost to choke their sobs. "There," I cried, "there's your boy! He'll be all right now." A tingling noise as of the jangling of bells was in my ears. Perhaps it was the tinkling of the bells of the water carriers, prolonged and unbroken. A gauzy mist danced before my eyes. Perhaps it was the palpitating haze which the sun cast back from the gilded domes and minarets. THE END. But then there was the worse danger at coming into collision with the fanaticism of the people through whose country I had to p&sa I did not fear the fate 2. God calls men to servioe in different ways. There is a vast difference between the oall of Isaiah and that of the apostles. In the one case there is the wondrous ecstatic vision and under the excitement of such surroundings the dramatic call, "Whom shall I send?" and the response, "Here am I; send me." In the other instance, as men are engaged in the ordinary duties of life, Jesus quietly says, "Follow Me," and they as quietly left all and followed Him. God may call in different ways, yet it is God who calls us. If it is not with the same voice by whioh another, has been called, we are not to fail to hear God in it Every oall to duty, to service, is a call from God, no matter how it comes. Let us imitate the examples of Isaiah and the apostles in their prompt and faithful responses. Father, my theory, like my plan, was foolishness. Only a madman would have dreamed of concealing a crime whereof there was but one witness by a second crime whereof the witnesses must have been 600. The American had traveled in disguise and cut off the trace of his identity to all men save myself. When he died at the hands of the fanatics whose faith he had outraged, 1 alone of all Christians knew that it was Christian blood that had stained the streets of Fez. But how different my own death must have been. I had traveled openly sb a Christian and an Englishman.I was no criminal to mask my crime. In a dull, stupid, drowsy, comatose state I tottered down the alley and through the crowd They saw me; they recognized me; I knew that they were Jeering at me, but I knew no more. "Skairi," shouted one, and "Skairi," shouted another, and as I staggered away they all shouted "Skairi" together.Why does a Frenchman invariably wear cotton in his ears? This is not a riddle; it is a question the answer to which I await in good faith. A French person would almost as soon go for a walk in his shirt sleeves as without the familiar piece of wadding in his ears, while the Englishman who stuffed his ears with wool would despise himself for the effeminacy. Yet there must be some good reason for the practice. Perhaps it is entirely a national hygienic question, such as the milk soup French ladies take for their complexion after a journey, or the "tisanes" of violet and lime flowers which form so great a part of the French pharmacopoeia.—London Graohio. Cotton In His Kara. Thft-mischief was removed and I had never a doubt of the child's recovery. My wife flung herself on my breast, and then I realized the price I had paid for so much nervous tension. All the nerves of organio life seemed to collapse in an instant Be U brighter tonight [the good erntnw herself wrote at the top of the page), and be would Insist on dictating this letter: Oh, it is an awful thing to feel that death is waiting for you constantly; that at any moment, at any turn, at any corner it may be upon you. Such was my state as I walked on that evening, waiting for the sunset, through the streets of Wazzan. At one moment I was conscious of a sound in my ears above the din of traffic—the arrah of the ass drivers, the balak of the men riding mules and the general clamor of tongues. It was the steady beat of a footstep close behind ma I knew whose footstep it was. I turned about quickly, and Larby was again face to faoe with ma He met my gaze with the same cold, glittering look. My impulse was to fly at his throat, but that I dare not da I knew myself to be a coward and | remembered the Moorish prison. Mr Duh. Dear Papa— When I had road thus far, I was conscious again that the yelling, barking, bleating mob behind were looking after me. To avoid the torment of their gaae I hurried on, passed down a seoond alley and then turned into a narrow opening which seemed to be the mouth of a third, but I paid small heed to my footsteps, for all my mind was with the paper which I wished to read Finding myself in a quiet place at length, 1 read it The words were my little darling's own, and I could hear his voice aa if he were speaking them: "I'm dizzy. Lead me to my room," I said. My wife brought me brandy, but my hand could not lift the tumbler to my mouth, and when my dear girl's arms had raised my own the glass rattled against my teeth. They put me to bed. I was done—done. Father, they called me a drunkard I was a drunkard indeed, but I was drunk with blood The sun had set by this time. Its last rays were rising off the gilded top of the highest minaret in a golden mist that looked like flame leaping out of a kiln. I saw that as I saw everything, through a palpitating haze At the consulate of Tangier I wu known by name and repute, and at that of Fez I bad registered myself. My presence bad been notified at every town I had passed through, and the men of my caravan would not have dared to return to their hdines without me. In the case of the murder of the American the chances to the Moorish authorities of claim for indemnity were as 1 to 60Q. In the case of the like oatastrophe to myself they must have been as 600 to 1. Thus, in spite of fanaticism and the ineradicable hatred of the Moslem far • • • • Father, that was a month ago, and I am lying here BtilL It is not neurasthenia of the bod/ that 1b killing me, bat neurasthenia of the soul. No dootor'i drug will ever purge me of that It is here like fire in my brain and here like ice in my heart Was my awful act justifiable before God? Was it right in the eyes of him who has written in the tables of his law, Thou shalt do no murder? Was it murder? Was it crime? If I outraged the letter of the holy edict did I also wrong its spirit? "W1ly Is this man following u*f" I asked. of the American, for I could not be guilty of his folly. But I remembered the admission of the English consul at Tangier that a stranger might offend the superstitions of the Moslems unwittingly. I recalled his parting words of oounael, spoken half in jest, "Keep out pf a Moorish prison," and the noisome dungeon into which the young Berber bad been cast arose before my mind in visions of horror. When at length I reached the place where I had left my people, I found the horses saddled, the mules with their burdens packed on their panniers, the men waiting and everything ready. Full well 1 knew that I ought to leap to my seat instantly and be gone without delay, but I seemed to have lost all power of prompt action. I was thinking of what I wanted to do, but I could not do it The men spoke to me, and I know that I looked vacantly into their faoes and did not answer. One said to another, "Sidi is grown deaf." The other touched his forehead and grinned. DRESS FABRICS. Bible Readings.—Gen. vii, 1; xii, 1-5; xxviii, 10-22; Ex. iii, 1-4; Jndg. vi, 11-14; Prov. i, 20-38; Jer. i, 1-10; xxxv, 15; Isa. xlv, 20-25; lv, 1-7; Math, xi, 28; Lake v, 1-11; John i, 85-51; Acts ix, 1-9; xiii, 1-4. It was cold comfort. That the Larby was following me I was confident, and that he meant to rob me I was at first convinoed. Small solace, therefore, in the thought that if the worst befell me and my boy at home died for want of his father, who lay robbed and pi ordered in those desolate wastes, my government would exact a claim in paltry dollars. Velvet ribbons, in widths varying from a quarter of an inch to 2 Inches, are growing in popularity for belts, trimming and ra'llinery purposes. Mr Dkak. Drab Papa—I 10 111 with my throat, and nometlmei 1 can't apeak. Last night the ceiling was falling down on ma, and the Are waa coming up to the bad. But I'm werry nearly all light now. Wa are going to have a thankagivlng part; soon—roe and Jambo and Hootty, the puppy. When are too earning home? Do you live In a taut In Maroooot ( hare a fire in my bedroom—da you! Write and aend me some foreign ■ tarn pa from Tangier. Are the little boys black in Maroooof Nurse showed me a picture of a lady who Uvea there, and ahe'a all black except her Upa, and her mouth atanda out. Have yon got a black servant ? Have you got a horse to tide on? Is he black? 1 am tired now. Good night. Mamma says 1 must not tell yon to oome home Suick. Jumbo'a all right. He grants when yoq love him along. 8o good night, papa, nil These kisses are all for you. I am eo thin, from your little boy, Nobl. "Larby," I said, "what do you want?" Dam us glace and da mas quadrille are itylish silk fabrics that will make up into lovely waists, blouses and gowns for next season's wear. Bayadere effects may be tad in daraas. "Nothing, Sidi, nothing," he answered.The Boy Who Sins*. Give is, oh, give ns the boy who sings at his work! Be his occupation what it may, he is equal to any of those who follow the same snit in silent sullenness. He will do more in the same time, he will do it better, he will persevere. One is scarcely sensible of fatigue while he marches to music. The very stars are aaid to make harmony as they revolve in their spheres. Wondrous is -the strength of cheerfulness, altogether past calonlation its powers of endurance. Efforts, to be permanently useful, must be uniformly joyous—a spirit of sunshine, graceful from very gladness, beantifnl because bright.— Philadelphia Methodist. "Then why are you following me like this?" Poplin barre is the name of a pretty new dress fabric that will be worn in spring and summer. It may be had in a number of popular street shades and will prove an exoellent wearer. "Following you, Sidi?" The fellow raised his eyebrows and lifted both hands in astonishment Speak, speak, for pity's sake, speak. Have mercy upon me, as you hope for mercy. Think where I was and what fate was before ma Would I do it again in spite of all? Yes, yes, a thousand thousand times yes. I will go to God with that word on my lips, and he shall judge me. What precautions I took to avoid these dangers of delay would be a long and foolish story, also it would be a mean and abject one, and I should be ashamed to tell it—how I saluted every fcurvy beggar on the way with the salutation of his faith and country, how I dismounted as I approached a town or a Tillage and only returned to the saddle IT hen I had gone through it, how I uncovered my head—in ignorance of eastern custom—as I went by a saint's house, and how at length (remembering the Jewish banker who was beaten) I took off my shoes and walked barefoot as I passed in front of a mosque. £ut the worst of my impedimenta were within my own camp. The American was right The Moor cannot comprehend a disinterested action. My foolish homage to their faith awakened the suspicions of my men. When they had tried in vain to fathom the meaning ofit, they agreed to despise me. I did not heed their contempt, but I was compelled to take note of its consequences, being my servants they became my mastera When it pleased them to encamp, I had to rest, though my inclination was to go on, and only when it suited them to set ont again could I resume my journey. In vain did I protest and plead and threaten. The Moor is often a brave man, but these men were a gang of white livered poltroons, and a blow would have served to subdue them. With visions of a Moorish prison before my eyes I dared not to raise my hand. (Jaw weapon alone could I, in my own cowdice, employ against them—bribes, bribes, bribes. Such was the sole instrument with which I combated their laziness, their duplicity and their deceit. Thinking so, another idea took possession of me with a shock of terror— the man was following me to kill me as the sole Christian witness of the crime that had been oommltted. By the light of that theory everything became plain. When I visited the k as bah, nothing was known of my acquaintance with the murdered man My bribes were taken, and I was allowed to leave Fez in spite at publio orders. But then came Larby with alarming intelligence. I had bean a friend of the American and had been seen to speak with him in the publio streets. Perhaps Larby himself had seen me, or perhaps pay own guide, Alee, had betrayed me to his friend and "brother." "Yes, following me, dogging me, watching me, tracking me down. What does it mean? Speak out plainly." Shepherd checks in brown and white, blue and white and black and white, with an "overplald" in colors that harmonize with the checks, will be an attractive ma terlal for spring wear. I was fumbling with the stirrup of my saddle when the English consul came up and hailed me with cheerful spirits. By an effort that was like a spasm I replied. "Sidi is jesting," he said, with a mi»- chi«vous smile. "Is not this Wazzan, the holy city of Wazzan? Sidi is looking at the streets, at the mosques, at the saints'houses. So is Larby. That is alL" And yet I suffer these agonies of doubt Life was always a sacred thing to ma God gave it and only God should take it away. He who spilled the blood of his fellow man took the government of the world out of God's hands, and then, and then—father, have I not told yon all? Come home! Yes, my darling, I will oome home. Nothing shall stop me now —nothing, nothing! The sun is almost set. Everything is ready. The men must be saddling the horses again. In less than half an hour 1 shall have started afresh. I will ride all night tonight and all day tomorrow, and in a week I shall be standing by your sida A week! How long, how long I Lord of life and death, keep my boy alive until then! Pretty new taffetas show pin stripes and small checks on a light ground, sprinkled over with tiny dresden and pompadour buds and flowers. Ring designs are seen on the newest taffetas. "Allow ma doctor," he said, and he offered his knee that I might mount. "Ah, no, nol" I stammered, and I scrambled to my seat One glanoe of ths man's evil eyes would have told yon that he lied. It is predicted that gray in all light, soft shades will be a favorite color for spring wear. Paris costumers say they are uslng~6ashmere largely in the making of gowns for their most aristocratic patrons. "Which way are you going?'' I asked. While I was fumbling with my double rein I saw that he was looking at my hand. "This way." With a motion of the head he indicated the street before him. f threatened them, and they excused themselves. • • "Then I am going this," I said, and I walked away in the opposite direction. "You've cut your fingers, doctor," he said. On the day when I arrived at Tangier from Fez I had some two hours to wait for the French steamer from Malaga that was to take me to Cadiz. In order to beguile my mind of its impatienoe I walked through the town as far as the outer Sok—the Sok de Barra. It was market day, Thursday, and the place was the same animated and varied soene as I had looked upon before. Crushing my way through the throng, I came upon the saint's house near the middle of the market. The sight of the little white structure with its white flag brought back the tragedy I saw enacted there, and the thought of that horror was now made hellish to my conscience by the memory of another tragedy at another saint's housa What Is known in the trade as "dog eared" check promises to be a popular fabric for next season. The ground is e cronm or neutral tint, with small brokeu checks in the most brilliant colors. The small checks will be more in demand than the medium. Trust is applied faith. It is confidence in a person. The difference between faith and trust may be stated by a preposition. It is often so stated in the Scriptures when the preposition in or on is connected with believing. Devils may believe that there is a God, but only disciples of Jesus believe on Him unto everlasting life. We believe a doctrine; we trust a person. What we believe about Christ is one thing; what we trust in Christ for is another.— Christian Intelligencer. the Nazarene, Maroooo to me, as to all Christian travelers, traveling openly and behaving themselves properly, was as safe a place as England itself. At that the cadi or his kaleefa had raised their eyebrows and sworn at each other for simpletons and fools. To think that the very man who intended to betray them had come with an innocent face and a tale of a sick child in England! To think that they had suffered him to slip through their fingers and leave them some paltry bribes of £501 Fifty pounds taken by stealth against $20,000 to be plumped down after the Christian had told bis story! These Nazarenes were so subtle, and the sons of Iahmael were so simple. But diamond cut diamond. Everything was not yet lost. One hundred and twenty-five miles this Christian had still to travel before he could sail from Barbary, and not another Christian could he encounter on that journey. Then up, Larby, and after him! God make your way easy! Remember, Larby, remember, good fellow, it is not only the pockets of the people of Fez that are in danger if that Christian should escape. Let him leave the Gharb alive, and your own neck is in peril. You were the spy, you were the informer, you were the hotheaded madman who led the attack that ended in the spilling of Christian blood. If the sultan should have to pay $20,000 to the minister for America at Tangier for the life of this dead dog whom we have grubbed into the earth in a garden, if the baaha of Fez should have to pay $20,000 to the sultan, if the people should have to pay $80,000 to the baaha, then you, Larby, you In your turn, will have to pay with youf life to the people. It is your life against the life of the Christian. So follow him, watch him, silence him; he knows your secret- -away! I resolved to return to the English consul, to tell him everything and claim his protection. Though all the Moorish authorities in Marocco were in league with this religious monomaniac, yet surely there were life and safety under English power for one whose only offense was that of being witness to a crime which might lead to a claim for indemnity. 1 became conscious that 1 was Bpeaking hot words such as these aloud Even agony like mine had its lucidities of that kind. At the same moment 1 heard footsteps somewhere behind ma They were slow and steady footsteps, but I knew them too welL The blood rushed to my head and back to my heart I looked up and around. When was 12 Where? Where? There was blood on them. The blood was not mine, but a sort of mechanical cunning came to my relief. I took out my handkerchief and made pretense to bind it about my hand As a surgeon I had some knowledge of madness, and the cold, clear, steely glitter of the man's eyes when he looked at me was a thing that I could not mistake. I had seen it before in religious monomaniacs. It is an infallible and fatal sign. With that light in the eyes, like the glance of a dagger, men will kill the wives tbey love and women will slaughter the children of their bosom. When I saw it in Larby, I shivered with a chilly presentiment It seemed to say that I should see my home no mora I have seen my home once more, I am back in England, J. am here, but— Alee, the guide, was at my right side settling my lumbering foot in the stirrup. I felt him touch the sheath of my knife, and then I remembered that it must he empty. Mohair is a fashionable fabric and will be much In evidence in early spring. The leading colors will be blues, scarlets, browns, greens and cardinals. Cream mohair shirt waists will be worn in the spring. Separate skirts of blue and b'ack mohair will be worn. Beautiful bathing Fuits are made of mohair.—New York Tribune. I was in a little ooort sumxroded by low whitewashed walls. Before me there was an inner compartment roofed by a rude dome. From the apex of this dome there floated a tiny white flag. I was in a saint's housa In the confusion of my mind and the agonizing disarray of all my senses 1 had stumbled into the sacred place unawares^ "Siui has lost his dagger," he said. Full of this new purpose and of the vague hope inspired by it I was making my way back to the house of the consul when I came upon two postal couriers newly arrived from Tangier on their way to Fez. They were drawn up amid a throng of the townspeople before the palace of the grand shereef, and with the Moorish passion for "powder play" they were firing their matchlocks into the air as salute and signal. Sight of the mail bags slung at their sides and of the shereef's satchel which they hat| oome some miles out of their course tq deliver suggested the thought that they might be carrying letters for me, which could never come to my hands unless they were given to me now. CHAPTER IV. "Look!" The consul, who had been on my left, wheeled ronnd by the horse's head, glanced at the useless sheath that was stuck in the belt of my jacket and then looked back into my stupid face. For the Public Good. THE ALPHABET. Zeal for the pnblio good is the characteristic of a man of honor and a gentleman, and must take place of pleasures, profits and all other private gratifications. Whoever wants this motive is an open enemy, or an inglorious neuter to mankind, in proportion to the misapplied advantages with which nature and fortune have blessed him.— Anonymous. The Sanskrit alphabet had 44 letters. The letter J is a modern sprout out of the letter I. "Sidi is ill," he said quietly. "Ride quickly, my men. Lose no tima Get him out of the country without delay." I turned quickly aside, and, stepping up to the elevated causeway that runs in front of the tents of the brassworkers, I stood awhile and watched the Jewish workmen hammering the designs on their traya Presently I became conscious of a little girl who was sitting on a bundle of rushes and plaiting them into a chain. She was a tiny thing, 6 years of age at the utmost, but with the sober look of a little matron. Her sweet face was of the color of copper, and her quiet eyes were deep blua A yellow gown of some light fabrio covered Ler body, but her feet were bore. She worked at her plaiting with steady industry, and as often as she stopped to draw a rush from the bundle beneath her she lifted her eyes and looked with a wistful gaze over the feeding ground of the camels and down the lane to the bridge and up by the big| house on the hillside to where the sandy1 road goes off to Fez. Father, am I telling yon again and again? That hour cornea back and back. How long will it haunt me? How long? The Japanese alphabet is Bald to be a modlflcatiou of the Chinese system, but much simplified. The footsteps came nearer. They seemed to be sounding on the back of my neck. I struggled forward a few paces. By a last mechanical resource of despair I tried to conceal myself in the inner chamber. I was too lata A face appeared in the opening at which I had entered. It was Larby's face, contracted into a grimacing expression. 1 heard Alee answer, right" "Right, al The Wallachian language is written with Russian characters, but the number employed, instead of being 86, is only 27. For ever and ever. When time for me is swallowed up in eternity, eternity will be swallowed up in the memory of that hour. Peace I Do you say peace? Ah, yea, yea 1 God is merciful. Then the consul's servant rode up—he was a Berber—and took his place at the head of our caravan. "All ready?" asked the consul in Arabia About 400 B. C. the Greek alphabet was brought to the form in which it is now known by the lonians in the Greek colonies of Asia. Myself FC& Christ. "The world for Christ; the nation for Christ; the family for Christ; myself for Christ,'' would be better if put in the inverted order, first "myself for Christ," then the family, then the na tion and then the world. A still better order would be, Christ for me, Christ for the family, Christ for the nation and Christ for the world.—Christian Instructor. Father, I was a pitiful sight in my weakness and my impatience. We bad not gone far ont of Fez when I observed that the man Larby was at the heels of PUT company. This alarmed me, and I oalled to my guide. Before I had spoken to Larby his presence in our company had been only as a dark find fateful shadow. Now It was a foul and hateful incubus. Never in all my life until then had I felt hatred for any human creature, but I hated that man with all the sinews of my souL What was it to me that he was a madman? He intended to keep me from jny dying boy. Why should I feel tenderness toward him because he was the father of his little Hoolia? By killing me he would kill my little Noel "Ready," the men answered. "Then away as if you were flying for your lives." I read the thought of the man's face as by a flash of light. "Qood, Sidi, good, you have done my work as well as my masters. You are a dead man, no one will know, and I need never to lift my hand to you." The Hebrew name of N is nun, an eel, ind the earliest forms of this character bear a quite recognizable resemblance to the animal they once represented. The couriers spoke some little English. 1 explained my case to them and begged them to open their bags and see if anything had been sent forward in my name from Tangier to Fes. True to the phlegmatic character of the Moor in all affaira of common life, they protested that they dare not do so. The bags were tied and sealed, and none dare open them. If there were letters of mine inside, they must go on to Fez and then return to Tangier. But, with the usual results, 1 had recourse to my old expedient—a bribe broke the seals, the bags were searched, and two letters were found for me. The men put spurs to their mules. Alee gave the lash to my horse and we started. The demotic style of Egyptian writing, whioh bore a close resemblance to an alphabetical form, was in use from the seventh century B. C. to about 300 A. D. "Alee," I said, "who is that evil looking fellow?" "Goodby, doctor," cried the consul. "May you find your little son better when you reach homa " At the next instant the face was gona In the moment following I lived a lifetima My brain did not think; it lightened. 1 remembered the death of the American in the streets of Fez. I recalled the jeering crowd at the top of the alley. I reflected that Larby was gone to tell the mob that I had dishonored one of their sanctuaries. I saw myself dragged out, trampled underfoot, torn to pieces and then smuggled away in the dusk on a donkey's back under panniers of filth. My horses ready, my men waiting, my boy dying for want of me and myself dead in a dunghill I Alee threw up both bands in amazement "Evil looking fellow," he cried. "God be gracious to my father, who does my lord moan? Not Larby; no, not Larby. Larby is a good man. |Je lives in one of the mosque bouses at Tangaa The nadir leased it to him, and hp keeps his shop on the Sok de Barra. Allah bless Larby t Should you want musk, should you want cinnamon, Larby is the man to sell to you. But sometimes he guides Christians to Fez, and then his brother keeps his shop for him." It Is said that the Russian alphabet was the Invention of Cyril, who, for the use of the Slavic tribes north of the Black soa, made a modification of the Greek alphabet. I shouted some incoherent answer in a thick, loud voice, and in a few minutes more we were galloping across the plain outside the town. It is a surprising fact that the Ethiopians who Inhabited Abyssinia and probably also the Sudan had an alphabet of their own 1,000 years before Europeans began to write. Eff9HS5Tp*~ NAT'o^^®| of tne Globe lor ( RHEUMATISM,! NETJBAL0XA and Complaint*, J and prepared under the stringent M MEDICAL LAWS.^| prescribed by emine't physioianat^^W ■») DR. RICHTER'S ANCHOR" D3 ■PAIN EXPELLERJ I World renowned I Remarkably aoccemfnl I 1 ■Only gennlne with Trade Mark " Anchor,"! ■F. Ad. Hiehter Ax.tlo Pearl St., New York. ■ 1 31 HI8HEST AWARDS. 'A 13 Branoh Houses. Own Olatswarkt. ■ 35Kadoraed A recommended b; O.C. Glick, 50N. Ma'n St.; J H Hourk, 4 N. Main St.; Farrer « Luz. Ave.^^^ D^mctrrtfi'a I **ANCHOR" STOMACHAL bast for I vSiiH^i^SBSiMniSiSSMHSiSEaSiSSU I began to recall the doctrines of the American as he propounded them on the ship. It was the life of an honest man against the life of a scoundrel. Then things should be rated ad valorem. Jf the worst came to the worst, why should I have more respect for this madman's life than for my own? The next two hours are a blank in my memory. In a kind of drunken stupor I rode an and on. The gray light deepened Into the darkness of night, and the stars came out. Still we rode and roda The moon appeared in the southern sky and rose into the broad whiteness of the stars overhead. Then The littla demure figure, amid set many romping children, interested and touched me. This was notioed by a Jewish brassworker before whose open booth I stood, and he smiled and nodded his head in the direction of the little woman. Such was my notion of what had happened at the kasbah of Fez after I had passed the gates of the city. It was a wild vision, but to my distempered imagination it seemed to be a plausible theory. And now Larby, the spy upon the American; Laity, my assassin eleot; Larby, who to save his own life must' take mine—Larby was with me, wasi beside me, was behind me constantly. The writing of the Egyptians, whether ideographic or alphabetic, was sometimes without any arrangement whatever, so that the connection of the various characters could be determined only byoonjeoture.The letters, like those that came to Fez, were one from my wife and one from Wen man. I could not wait until 1 was alone, but broke open the envelopes and read my letters where I stood. A little crowd of Moors had gathered about me—men, youths, boys and children—the ragged inhabitants of the streets of the holy city. They seemed to be chaffing and laughing at my expense, but 1 jiaid no heed to them. "But why is the man following us?" I asked. I looked at the man and measured his Strength against mine. He was a brawny fellow, with broad shoulders, and I was no better than a weakling I was afraid of hinj, but J was yet more afraid of ipyself. Sometimes I surprised my half conscious mind in the act of taking out pf its silver mounted sheath the large purved knife which I had bought of the hawker at Tangier and now wore in the belt of my norfolk jacket. In my cowardice and my weakness this terrified me. Not all my borrowed philosophy served to support me against the fear of my own impulses. Meantime I was in an agony of suspense and dread. The nights brought me no rest and the mornings no freshness. consciousness came back to ma and with it came the first pangs of remorsa Through the long hours of that night ride one awful sight stood up constantly before my eye* It was the sight of that dead body, stark and cold, lying within that little sanctuary behind me, white now with the moonlight and silent with the night. "Dear little sober sides," I said, "does she never play with other children?"According to Brewer the proportionate use of letters in the English language is as follows: E, 1,000; T, 770; A, 728; I, 704; S, 680; O, 672; N, 670; H, 540; R, 638; D, 392; L, 860; U, 296; C, 280; M, 273; F, 236; W, 190; Y, 184; P, 168; G, 168; B, 158; V, 120; K, 83; J, 60; Q, 60; X, 46, and Z, 22. "Great Jehovah I Lend me thy strength!" I cried as I rushed out into the alley. Larby was stealing away with rapid steps. 1 overtook him. I laid bold of him by the hood of bis jellab. He turned upon ma. There was a brief but terrible struggla All my soul was roused to uncontrollable fury. He was a formidable creature, but he was no match for me then. I was a weakling; yes, but I was fighting for the life of ntw Kov» Vw #oai"#r»1 onowv mucf Karq been too mucn tor any adversary, i iook the man in both my arms; I threw him off his feet; I lifted him by one mighty effort high above my shoulders and flung him to the ground. "My sultan, "said Alee, "am I not telling you? Larby is returning home. The Christian he took to Fez, where is he?" "No," said the Jew; "she sits here every day and all day long—that is, when her father is away.'' What was I to do—open my heart to1 Larby, tell him It was a blunder; that I meant no man mischief- that I was "Fes," I said, "where is he?" "Whose child is she?" I asked. An awful thought had struck ma Alee grinned and answered, "He is gone—southward, nay lord.*' merely hastening back to my sick boy, who was dying for want of me? That was impossible. Larby would laugh in my face and still follow me. Bribe him? !fhat was useless. Larby would take my money and make the surei"of his victim. It was a difficult problem, but at length I hit on a solution. Father, you will pity me for a fool when you hear it. I would bargain with Larby as Faust Just as before, so now, and for the same reason, 1 read Weuman's letter first. 1 remember every word of it, for every word seemed to burn into my brain like flame: • • • "A great rascal," the Jew answered, "though the little one is such an angel. He keeps a spiceshop over yonder, but he is a guide as well as a merchant, and when he is out on a journey the child sits here and waits watche. for his coming home again. She can catch the first sight of travelers from this place, and she knows her father at any distance. See—do you know where SISTERLY CITIES. "Why should you lie to me like that?" I said. "You know the Christian is dead, and that this Larby was the means of killing him." Father, I reached my home at last. At Gibraltar I telegraphed that I was coming, and at Dover I received a telegram in reply. Four days had intervened between the dispatch of my message and the receipt of my wife's. Anything might have happened in that tun% and mx anxiety was feverish. The New York papers are again rising to the demands of the oocasion. They are telling their readers how to spell borough. —Boston Herald. "Shool What is my lord saying?" cried Alee, lifting his fat hands with a warning gesture. "What did my lord tall the baaha? My lord must know It will take $1,858,000.43 to improve the Chicago river. Never mind the odd scents. The people of Chicago have grown accus touted to them.—Peoria ((Us.) Herald. Mr Dear Fm-low—I think It my duty to tell you that your little son is seriously ill. 1 knew it, 1 knew it, who knew it so well aa 1, though I was more than 1,000 K«w York will not for the ore sent to-