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® Established 1850. ( VOL. XLVIII No. 35 » Oldest Newspaper in the Wyoming Valley. PITTSTON, LUZERNE COUNTY, PA., FRIDAY, APRIL 15, 1898. A Weekly Local and Family Journal. )mi 00 a Tear in A dvanoit of her own kith and Kin since the death of bur mother, five years gone by. Her father she could remember only vaguely. She was barely 4 years old when his coffined remains, draped in the flag ho had died to defend, were brought back from Virginia and laid away in the littlo churchyard. She was a gentle, pure hearted maid, only 19 this stormy spring of Its C8. She had been somewhat angular and bony and hollowed eyed and sallow cheeked when first she came to the Barrys, but healthful food and. exercise ana the bracing mountain air and sound sleep and sweet companionship and freedom from care and worry one and all had done their work, and Mrs. Barry woke up one fine day to thei realization that they had a genuine) New England beauty under their roof—' a winsome girl, whose features and coloring were as dainty and fair as those of the Puritan maid Priscilla. The thin neck and bony shoulders and anna had given plaoe to firm, rounded, dimpled members, beneath a skin so white as to be almost dazzling. The hollar Dyes were gone, for a tender light burned in their blue depths, a delicate flush played over the soft, rounded cheeks, and a smile of sweet content hovered about the corners of her rosy mouth, that, a year gone by, quivered, pale and piteous. | TU E SUNDAY SCHOOL. AM AHMY WrT g/i » ■** • r mmyumtr Ajfwityt ■2 Ctt.£ to own she bad ever been younger. He notes tbe symptoms of approaching storm and to give a cheerier tone to the talk drops Tbe Leader aud adopts a "chipper," spirited style. ana cnac mrs. tsarry ougnt to put a stop to their flirtation at once—and yuu heard it." » sure, would have comprehensively stamped them all, except perhaps Mrs. Barry and possibly the major, as carnal. But she was physically in a sort of state of transition then, being still angular and sallow for the first few weeks and only slowly evolving into the lilylike beauty that manifested itself at Russell. She had had no one to interrupt her prairie tramps at Wintlirop. up at rne picKet rence tnat rronted tne fntire line. The Barrys' parlor lights were extinguished, but a faint glimmer came through the shades of the front dormer window of the second floor and that was her room, Mrs. Barry's being on the ground floor. The night, as has bern said, was dark and overcast. The Cheyenne zephyr, a stiff gale that blew three days out of four down from the mountain pass to the northwest and across the open prairie, had died away at nightfall, and all was as still as the night was dark. Over across the parade the string band of the —th was playing rollicking opera bouffe music for the lancers which Mrs. Turner felt too fatigued or hurt to dance. They were winding through the final figure now, and, even though the doors and windows were closed against the keen wintry air, so still and breathless was nature that the soft hum of voices or occasional burst of silvery laughter was borne by the music upon the wings of night. Leaning there upon the fence, young Maynard had turned bis back to the sounds of merriment and was gazing fixedly at that upper window. For nearly a week he had realized that within that little room, behind that screening shade, there dwelt the one fair girl who held his fate, for weal or woe, in the hollow of her soft white hand. tirely to G'd. ILey were guided by tb# Holy Ghost. Id the origin of Christian missions the Holy Ghost said to the churcb at Antiocb, "Separate Me Barnabas and Haul for the work whereonto I have called thi iu." The church submitted. Barnabas uii-1 Saul submitted. After fasting and prayer aud the laying on of bands Barnabas and Saul were sent away. After listening to a missionary address when a young man iu England Robert .Moffat, the great mission* ary, went home to his room and prayed that if it were God's will he would send him forth to preach the gospel to the heathen. Ho found it was God's will and gladly went forth. Entire surrender to God is a necessary prerequisite tosuccessful work for God. "I think it is nono of our busings, Fanny," nays Turner mildly. "Just aal said about Mrs. Gregg's gown. I cau't help wishing you concerned yourself less about other people's affairs, my dear little woman," he adds, after a pause. "You—you haven't said anything to anybody but me as to the letters that came for Mrs. Gregg, iiav* you?" he asks almost timidly. lESSON III, SECOND QUARTER, INTER NATIONAL SERIES, APRIL 17. "I thought you looked unoommonly well last night, Fanny, and I thought Mrs. Kay's dress extremely pretty." Text of the I.etmon, Math, xvli, 1-9—Mem- "Pretty," said madam disdainfully. " Why, Captain Turner, she was positively dowdy. The idea of a woman of her wealth and social position coming to one of our swellest bops in a simple china silk is almost an affront to tbe regiment. If she had nothing handsomer, it would be all well and good, but ■he has loads of handsome gowns aud won't wear them." ory Vt-rwi, 1-3 — Golden Text, John I, 14 — Commentary by the Kei. D. M Steariia. But here at Russell a new world burst upon her astonished vision. Here she found herself followed, sought, waylaid by three or four very presentable and pleasant young men in most becoming uniforms—"regimentals," she called them, as she had learned to in her far New England home—and all the Puritanism in the world was not proof against the woman latent in her. Do what she could to shame it, beat it down, abjure it as "carnal and worldly," this homage was sweet to her fresh girlish heart. It made her deliciously happy in spite of herself. She tried to overcome it by dressing in still more somber shades and styles at first, but her kind friend and protector protested. Mrs. Barry told her emphatically that no girl should be allowed to make herself hideous when nature manifestly intended her to look radiantly pretty. The Quakerlike hood and cloak were consequently discarded, not without prickings of conscience on Nathalie's part, and yet, with easier resignation than she had deemed possible, she allowed herself to be attired in the hat and jacket and gloves Mrs. Barry had ordered from Chicago, and thei, as Hunter said, she was simply as stunning as anything he had ever seen at West Point. wo." ** 1. '"And after six days Jesus taketh Peter, .lames and John, his brother, and bringeth them up Into an high mountain apart." Luke says, "About an eight days after these sayings" (Luke lx, 28), doubtless including the day of the promise and the day of the event, while Matthew and Mark only mention the intervening days. Mark says, "He taketh and leadeth them." How very beautiful! Does not your heart say, "Lord take me and lead mo, and I'll go with Thee all the way?" Well, be sure that you mean It, and do not question His love if He leads you In the valley. These three were with Him when He raised the little girl and when He was in the garden. We cannot go 4bDth Him unless we are willing to go apart from the many who follow Him, and we will not enjoy His fellowship unless we have something of His spirit of prayer, for Luke lx, 28, says that He went to pray. As we learn to live alone with Him and for Him, we will find ourselves Increasingly given to communion with Him. [Copyright, 1898, by D. M. Stearns.] "Her bills, I suppose you mean. If 1 have, Captain Turner, it only serves her right. I'm sure she has shown me little mercy or consideration." "Well, dear, for my sake, then, don't speak of it to anybody. Gregg is one of my firmest friends, and whatever you say of his wife is sure to get around to them sooner or later in aggravated—exaggerated form, and it would hurt him cruelly." *Z2£TTU married mm because ne was so much thought of and admired by some of tbe others. For. several weeks. Turner thought himself tbe happiest and luckiest of men to have captured this fair young beauty, and then disillusion set in, and one disappointment followed another. She was empty beaded, frivolous, fond of every kind of social gayety, but with neither heart nor hand for domestic duty of any kind. She loved to Cianoc, and his wounds bad put an end to even tbe little be ever knew of that art. She gloried in the attentions of the society and garrison beaus they met and plainly Bhowed him he was often in tbe way. Sbe was recklessly extravagant in her tastes aud spent his savings with a lavish band, principally on herself in dress or jewelry. Sbe had been denied almost everything of the kind at home, for her parents bad been for years in straitened circumstances. Turner, deeply in love, oould deny her nothing until his savings were exhausted and they bad to come down to bis pay. Sbe read nothing but novels. Sbe knew nothing but garrison gossip and how to make herself look fascinating. Sbe bad a fund of small talk and a faculty of setting her cap for each new young officer that joined the regiment, speedily fascinating him and attaching him for a term of months, or possibly a year, to her apron strings. Sbe was artless, kittenish, confidingly, trustingly youthful, this mature dame of 81, when out in society or among her sisters of tbe garrison, but it was anything but a fresh, youthful, radiant girl that came yawning languidly down tbe stairs this dark March morning and with a "Why didn't yon order your breakfast earlier if you wanted it?" and barely a glance at her spouse passed him by without other salutation and took ber seat behind tbe coffeepot at tbe bead of tbe table. "China silk or canton flannel, you know, I couldn't tell t'other from which," says poor Turner. "I only say I thought it pretty and appropriate Perhaps she wears a simple toilet because so many of tbe ladies of the regiment cannot afford to dress expensively." CHAPTER I. Captain Turner had been up since first call far reveille, had spent a shivering boor at his troop stables, had tramped through tbe snow from the creek valley up past tbe long line of ramshackle sheds that defaoed tbe east front of tbe original Fort Russell, had declined the invitation of some of tbe old stagers And young plungers of his regiment to "oome in and have something" *t tbC trader's stare by the gate, bad plodded thoughtfully on to bis own quarters some distance up the row, had had his bath and changed his stable garb for tbe beat undress uniform be owned and was now waiting somewhat impatiently for 2. Prom great missionaries we may learn to be willing to labor in new and uncultivated fields. Barnabas and Sanl carried the gospel where it had not been lDefore. Paul afterward declared that he built upon no other man's fount dation. It is recorded in the life of Livingstone that early he obovrUl "a fixed determination not to labor in more accessible fields, bnt to strike ont beyond." To strike out beyond requires courage, self sacrifice, willingness to do hard work, bnt it pays in the end, and we should be willing to do it In his first striking out into the inland of Africa Robert Moffat lived for six months alone in a rude hut "In this hot," says the historian, "be remained, exposed to the sun, rain, dogs, snakes and cattle, doing his own sewing and cooking and often having nothing to cook, consoling himself with his violin and Scotch psalms, but with all bis hardships maintaining regular day schools and preaching services." And God blessed bis arduous, self sacrificing toil. God will bless us if we are willing to do the hardest work for Christ Mrs. Turner has impatiently whirled about and is qnce more gazing out upon the parade A petulant exclamation escapes ber before bis words are tinisbed. She is black browed—pouting now. ' "Captain Turner, you make me tired," exclaims bis better half in deep displeasure. "Mo ope wants Mrs. Ray to be Betting*examples in economy. The ladies of tbe —th are quite capable of managing their own affairs—except perhaps Mrs. Gregg." "You haven't spoken of it to any one, have you, dear?" he asks. No answer. Are they? thinks poor Turner, as he mentally runs over the list of bills accumulated in his desk, tbe result of madam's orders and extravagances, but again be relapses into silence and seeks refuge behind The Leader. Then relief and rescue come in sudden shape. Tbe boards of tbe piazza creak and snap in the biting oold under a quick, bounding Turner walks close up to her as sbe itands half shrouded by tho curtains. "Don't be afraid to tell me, Fan," be pleads. "1 think 1 ought to know. " "How that girl has improved since you brought her out, dear I" said the major one sunshiny afternoon as Nathalie started for her brisk walk over tne prairie. Then the music suddenly ceased. The lancers was over. The musicians could have a five minutes' breathing spell before they struck up the waltz, and then, as if she had only been waiting for the stopping of that profane and frivolous dance tune, the fair occupant, or at least her faint shadow, appeared at the window. Maynard started with joy. He could feel the instant bounding of his heart. Quickly the shade was raised. Up went the window, and the outlines of the pretty head and the slender, girlish form that were the object of his idolatry appeared at the casement. Besting her elbows on the sill, her cheeks apon her hands, Nathalie leaned out into the night, drinking in the mountain air. It was just 10 o'clock, and the trumpeter from the adjutant's office had come out upon the dark parade and was sounding, as was the custom at that time, "lights out" at that comparatively early hour. .Tust as the window was raised Maynard was sure he heard the sound of footsteps across the road, the crunching of boot heels in the snow and ice heaped up along the acequia that edged the parade, and glancing thither he distinctly saw the figure of a man in Leavy overcoat and derby bat between bim and the lights of B troop's barracks. But at the first note of "taps" these lights were extinguished, and he could see no more of the stranger, nor did he care to. All his thoughts and longings were concentrated on that fair yet dark form at the casement above. He watched it with worship in his eyes. Tomorrow—tomorrow afternoon be was to accompany her on her walk. Could be summon courage enough to tell his sweet secret? Was it wisdom to do so uow when she had known him so short a time? Would it not be apt to startle, even to shock, her? 2. "And was transfigured before tfcem, and His face did shine as the sun, and His raiment was white as the light." Mark says that His raiment became shining, exceeding whito as snow. Luke says that the fashion of His countenance was altered and His raiment was white and glistering (Mark ix, 8; Luke ix, 29). It makes one think of Him as He afterward appeared to John on Patmos some 60 years after His ascension (Rev. 1, 12-17). It is to me very interesting to observe that the word translated '' transfigured'' is used outside of this record in the gospels only in two other places—Rom. xii, 2, and II Cor. iii, 18. In the one the translation is "be transformed" and in the other "are changed." but in each case it refers to the believer and our being changed more and more into the image of Christ. In Romans it is shown to be a work from within, by the renewing of our minds, and in Corinthians it is said to be accomplished by beholding His glory in the glass or mirror of His word. It seems to me that the beginning and development and consummation of the Christian life has but one secret, and that is "beholding Him," When in that fair mornjng we shall Indeed see Him, then we shall indeed be like Him. breakfast. The Cheyenne Leader had little in the way of telegraphic news, and its local gossip failed to interest him. He tossed it aside and after a look into the little dining room, where the breakfast table was set for two, began paeing slowly up and down the tiny parlor five paces one way and five back. Occasionally he wonld cast a glance upward and listen for sotffids of movement aloft, but none rewarded his attention. Presently be went to the window and, throwing aside the curtains, gazed gloomily oat upon the snow covered parade. Over across the barren, wind •wept level, bordered by its row of leaflea* desolate, stripling cottonwood s, quivering in the rising breeze, the unsightly brown barracks were echeloned, their gable ends to the north and south, with the wooden tower, the official "Afraid!" she flashes indignantly "What is there to be afraid of? \ ery possibly I have spoken of it to Mrs. Raymond, who notices just exactly what 1 have—and there may have been others who heard, for all 1 care. They know it'8 just exactly as 1 say. How can you be so absurd and make such a fuss over such a little matter? I'd just as lief say it to her face. " "Then you've noticed it," answered the invalid, patting his big, brown hand. "It has been very swflP to me to watch it. She's a good, true hearted girl, Arthur." Then, too, she had at first been grievously embarrassed by the attentions of the bachelor officers. No gentleman had ever asked her to walk or drive or ride, much less to dance, before, although it bad often occurred that Elder Pease or Deacon Drummond would happen along about the time she dismissed her scholars and started on her long, lonely walk in the wintry gloaming, and whichever one it was he would accompany her much of the way and talk in most edifying fashion of the world, the flesh and the devil. Twice it came to pass that these two pillars of the church appeared upon the scene as they had not some—together. They seemed to have 3oncentrated on tho little stone schoolhouse from widely different directions, each serenely unconscious of the othw'8 movements. These two worthy men, it is remembered, were most vehemently opposed to Nathalie's acceptance of the Barrys' offer. She ought never to be allowed to live among the godless men and women who dwelt in army barracks. They were children of wrath whose presence was contamination. But there was a bard beaded old uncle, a scoffer, said Elder Pease, who loved Nathalie both for herself and for her "Oh, I'm not the only one to notioe it, Mary! Several people have spoken of it to me, and as for young Maynard, I'm afraid it's getting serious." "Say it to no one," are Turner's next words. "Your imprudence has cost mo two or three friendships 1 valued, and I should hate to be at odds with Gregg. Mow it is time for me to go. Do not expect me until luncheon. The moment court adjourns I must go to the troop office.'' "My responsibility is a very grave one where she is concerned," said Mrs. Barry after a thoughtful pause. "Of course I oould not but know that Mr. Maynard was greatly attracted, else he wouldn't have managed to walk with her or to call here so often. Do yon know anything of his people?" Bible Readings.—Isa. Iii, 7; Nab. i, 16; Math, v, 11, 12; xxviii, 18-30; Bom. ix, 1-5; x, 14, 15; Aots i, 6-14; viii, 26-40; xv, 25, 26; xvi, 8-12; I Cor. iii, 5-10; ix, 19-22; II Cor. xi, 28- 83; II Tim. iv. 6-8; Heb. xi, 86-40. She never turns to say pood by. Her mllen is Dressed close to the pa Lie. bnt she darts back quickly as two tall officers come suddenly in sight—Captain Truscott and Lieutenant Blake. Turner, too, catches sight of them as they march quickly by and waits a Moment to let them get well up the row ahead of him. He is in no mood for companionship. He looks sadly, wist fully at the willful woman before bim a moment, but her back is obstinately turned to him. She returns to tho window, and without another word he leaves the house. At tbe gate he glances toward the casement, hopeful of one ro- Common Sense In Doinf Good. "Nothing whatever, and little of him except that he acts like a gentleman on all occasions, attends to his duties, does not drink or gamble and lives within his means. Stannurd and Truscott say he's one of the best of the youngsters, and Blake says be stood the initiatory six months at Mrs. Turner's apron strings without a sign of singeing his wings." We want more common sense in doing good. Oh, bow many people there are who want to do good and they are dead failures! Why is it? Tbey do not exercise the same tact, the same ingenuity, the same stratagem, the common sense in the work of Christ that they do in worldly things; otherwise " home of the officer of the guard, and be- hind It the dnn colored walls of the ' guardhouse, filling the gap at tbe opposite angle of tbe diamond shaped quad- Here and there along the parade lay bare, unsightly patches of dead gray buffalo grass, where the wintry gales bad awept away the falling snow, only to whirl it into deep drifts about the barracks. Beyond the rough wooden one story buildings that framed the roadway bounding the parade the snowy alopea dipped ont of sight into the valley of tbe Crow, only to reappear half • mile beyond, defaced with the same broad gray patches and streaked with Jagged lines of fleecy white where tbe bow lay fathoms deep in tbe ravines and ooulees. Beyond them all, 100 miles to the aouth, cold, remote and majestic, towered the peaks and domes of tbe Bookies, dazzling when the morning ana shone, but repellent and frowning now that bia faoe was hid behind a daoae veil of cloud that was drawn athwart the heavens. The soene was dreary in tbe last degree. Only about the guardhouse waa there sign of life and action, for in the intense cold the troopera bugged tbe oomfort of their barracks and buddled about the redhot stove*. Tbe oaptain'a faoe, somber and melancholy, yet a refined, clear cut, handsome face withal, seemed to take on an additional shade of gloom as he stood there, lonely and silent, drumming on the window panes with bis finger tips. Through the tbin partition in tbe party wall at wood that separated bia aoldier borne from that of Captain Wayne next door came the sound of oheery voices, of joyous laughter and eblldiah glee. Turner sighed heavily as be took out bia watch, glanoed at it and turned impatiently. Even as he left tbe window a trumpeter, muffled in heavy overooat, came briskly out from the adjutant's office and sounded first call for guard mounting, whereat the captain strode through the dining room and poked his head into tbe kitchen beyond. Turner tcat ttudylng the advrrtltementi hard and made no answer. 8. "And, behold, there appeared unto them Moses and Elias, talking with Him." We know that Moses died and was buried In the land of Moab (Deut. xxxiv, 5, 6), over 1,400 years bofore this, and Elijah was taken to heaven in a whirlwind and probably In tho chariot over 800 years before, the only man exoept Enoch who has as yet ever been excused from the appointment of death (Heb. ix, 27). Yet here they are alive and well and talking with Christ of His death, or decease, or exodus, which He was about to accomplish at Jerusalem (Luke ix, 81). Whether the believer dies or is translated, in either case it means instantly with the Lord in such a life and such bliss as we cannot Imagine (Phil, i, 21, 23; iii, 20, 21), but all the blessedness and reality of that life are wholly due to the work which our Lord Jesus finished on Calvary. Footstep. Tbe gong bell on the hall door gives a loud, impatient clang, and Nora hastens throagh into the hall. tbey would succeed in the other. There are many men who have an arrogant way with them, although they may not feel arrogant in their soul, or they have a patronizing way. Tbey talk to a man of the world in a manner which seems to say, "Don't you wish yon were as good as I am? Why, I have to look clear down before I can see yon, yon are so far beneath me.'' That manner always disgusts, always drives men away from the kingdom of Jeens Christ in* stead of bringing them in.—Dr. Talmage." Well, that thraldom is at an end certainly," said Mrs. Barry. "He came here and askod her to go to the next hop with him and beggoa me to intercede. I did. I told her I'd like to have her go if only to look on, but she would not do it. Shu says she never danced in her life. Mrs. Stannard came in awhile ago, and she talked with her—offered to be her chaperon and* was as kind and sweet as possible, but Nathalie shook her head and compressed her lips, and we saw it was useless. But others admire her besides Mr. Maynard. Hunter and Dana visit us frequently, and Dana has invited her to drive, but she declined. Why, do you suppose?" "I much preferred to wait for you," said Turner gently. He had never rebuked, rarely attempted to correct her, since the initial attempt that well nigh wrecked their honeymoon. He oould not scold her now, yet bis heart ached at her indifference, and hia weary eyes did not fail to notioe the marveloua change in her appearance since she left the hoproom the night before, or, rather, at 2 o'clock that morning. The soft pink lips were dry and purple now, the delicately tinted cheek was sallow and colorless, dark purple circles had formed under her eyes, deep lines cracked out through their temporary filling and gave the lie to her pretensions to youth. Her hair, ao beautifully and beoomingly arranged the%night before, waa simply twisted np into a knot at tbe back of her head. She wore a loose flowered wrapper, gathered in at the slender waist with a cord. Even her white, fragile bands, that trembled as she filled the captain's cup with ooffee, looked wrinkled and old, while upon her visage, ao radiant with smiles and sunshine a few hours sinoe, there sat an expression of profound and envions discontent Turner bad bard work to repress a second sigh as be glanced furtively at her from over The Leader, which be had picked up again when her footsteps were beard descending the stairs. "The orderly with tbe oolonel's compliments, I suppose," Bays Mrs. Turner dejectedly. "They never will let you finish your breakfast in peace." "They might," thinks Turner, "if I sould only get started a little earlier." Then back comes Nora. "It's Loot'n't Maynard wants to see mother's sake—an uncle who had a painfully big and dependent brood of bis own, who bade her go by all means, though he nearly broke down at parting. Yet when she was gone he turned upon elder and deacon both with triumph in his eyes. fou, sir." "Oh, sbovfthim into the parlor," answers tbe captain, dropping Tbe Leader tnd beginning to fold his napkin. |A Plea For Egypt. "Captain Turner, have you no consideration whatever for me?" gasps bis lady, as she rises and betakes h esse If hurriedly to the kitchen. 4. "Thenanswered Peter, and said untc Jesus, Lord, it Is good for us to be here. If Thou wilt, let us make here three tabernacles—one for Thee, and one for Moses, and one for Elias." I think we may conclude from Jude ix that Moses had his resurrection body. If so, then he represented the risen saints, while Elijah represented those who will not die, but be translated at our Lord's coming, the two representing the whole heavenly company of the redeemed in the kingdom when it shall have come, while Peter, James and John, three righteous Jews, represent all Israel, a righteous nation on earth In the kingdom, and this revelation 1b what our Lord promised In chapter xvi, 28. Egypt is parched and dry. The Nile is low and practically useless for watering the land. The farmer looks in dismay. There can be no harvest unless the seed is watered. Is there no supply for his need? Yes. On the snow capped mountains of Africa there is all he needs, but it is snow, and so useless. But the fiery sun arises, the snow ie melted, the lakes are filled, the rill overflows, and the land is refreshed, the seed grows, a harvest is sure. Men are as the snow. They need the Holy Spirit to bless the world.—Preachers' Magazine. At first, too, Nathalie shrank from accepting these invitations to walk, and as fear going driving Mrs. Barry had almost to order her. She was painfully shy and embarrassed for a few days, and then that began to wear off and keen anjoyment replaced the shyneas. Even when she started out alone she speedily became aware of Maynard sconring the prairie on his spirited horse, leaping the broad acequia again and again and finally riding up in surprise to see her and dismounting to walk by her side, while Ranger, with mincing gait, came towing along behind. That footstep again, and still in front of the BarryB' quarters. Maynard had almost forgotten the wanderer. "Some one of the hack drivers from town," he said to himself, "trying to make his way to the store for a drink and a 'loaf' "Her puritanical bringing up probably. Dana isn't half a bad fellow and comes of good stock. Hunter doesn't amount to much. He's feather brained. Well, let's get at our book." A very presentable specimen of the foung officer type is the junior lieutenant who, forage cap in hand and his aavalry circular, the cape of his overcoat, thrown over his arm, Btands respectfully in the little army parlor as tbe captain enters and extends a cardial band. And meantime the object of this household chat was picking her way among tho drifts and walking blithely and briskly over the barren prairie well to the north of the post, singing solemn little songs to herself—sober, old fashioned hymn tunes as a rule, yet catching herself now and then humming some one of the stirring quicksteps or waltzes she had heard at the baud concerts, whereat she would suddenly break off and return to "Brattle Street" or "Coronation." "Jerusalem the Golden," it seems, had been deemed too jubilant, consequently too car- "Good morning, Maynard. Glad to aee you! What brings you over here so early? Nothing amiss, I hope." "Eight, lir; so rm told at the office." lenting look or smile, but now she has disappeared, and Turner goes on to his duty with a long sigh and a heavy heart. "I—didn't mean—Ihope I didn't disturb your breakfast, air," answers the subaltern,-a shade of embarrassment on his fine, frank faoe. "Mrs. Turner was so good as to say if I would come around this morning—er—she'd teach me some new methods at patience, and the adjutant has just detailed me to take a patrol to go to town after some absentees still on pay day spree. If you'll be kind enough to tell her—I suppose she's not yet down after dancing every dance until 2 this morning"— But for this keen, raw, darksome afternoon the engagement had been made beforehand. "The boys" were finding Bach other very much in the way. To get a walk or chat with Miss Baird now one had to see her several days ahead ind make an appointment. There bad been no very bad weather since the Barrys came, and she rarely missed her weekday exercise of a three tramp Bach afternoon, and the man who walked with her need not hope to saunter, much less to "spoon." Miss Baird was ''out for busineas," as Dana said, and it waa quick march, 120 to the minute, Mid a good, swinging stride from start Co finish. 6. "While he yet spake, behold, a bright cloud overshadowed them, and, behold, a voice out of the cloud, which said, This is My beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased. Hear ye Him." He is the true tabernacle and temple and pillar of cloud. He is the fulfillment of all that Moses was to Israel or wrote for them. He is the end of the law for righteousness to every one that believeth. ' He is the Prophet of all prophets, the Messenger of God as none other ever was or can be, and God said to Moses concerning Him, "Whosoever will not hearken unto My words, which He shall speak in My name, I will require it qf him" (Deut. xviii, 18, 19). This is the second time that the Father testified from heaven as to His delight in His Son, but now He adds the command, "Hear ye Him." We are not to hear what men think or say about Him, but to hear Him, and that is to hear God Himself, for the Father told Him what to say (John xil, 49). Responsibility is a word of »z syllables, love is a word of bat one. Yet the distance between them is very much greater than the difference in time it takes to write them.—Lutheran. "It is my own doing," ho says. "If I had set my foot down firmly years ago, she would have learned and forgiven, but it's too late now—too late." "May I help you to steak?" be asked in courteous tones. "I fear you are very tired this morning, Fanny. You had a grand time last night though. Yon never missed a dance, did you?" As he is passing Major Barry's quarters tbe storm door flies open anrf tret oomes tbe senior battalion commander himself, gray mustached, keen eyed, spare of flesh, alert and vigorous. "Ha, Turner," he says; "well met! Have you heard any particulars? Do you know what we're to do?" Endeavor Jotting*. Cincinnati proposes to send a large delegation to Nashville, 1898, to work and talk for Cincinnati, 1899. /ji "I? Why bow odd that would be! I never do miss a dance. That'a one of tbe advantages of having ao many old friends among the young offioers." There are in Wisconsin and Illinois 29 Welsh Christian Endeavor societies, with 1,600 members. They have formed a Welsh Christian Endeavor anion. "I'll tell ber," say a Turner. "She'll be disappointed, of coarse, bnt come again some other time. Any news of the office?" "Mora," be said, "be so kind as to ran op and tell Mrs. Turner not to hurry if ebe'a tired, but that I'm on a garrison oourt this morning and must have my breakfast at once." "But you must be hungry, dear. Won't you try to eat something?" "I've beard nothing, major, except a rumor of trouble at the South Cheyenne agency." "Oh. Mr. ifnpnnrd, would you mind bringing me « giant of vxitcrf" by the stove." Bnt instead of going on down to the store the fellow was still prowling somewhere there in the dark across the road, and dark it was as Erebus. No! He's coming across—coming stealthily, too, for the footfalls, though audible, told that the prowler was tiptoeing as well as he could in heavy, triple soled boots. What could that mean? The railroad rate to Nashville, 1888, has been definitely decided by several railroad associations. It will be a one fare rate from all points and retarn. "What is there?" she asked languidly. "Steak, stewed potatoes. Bah I Scrambled eggs, oold—rolls ditto. I wish those children next door wouldn't make such a noise. Captain Turner," she went on, toying with her coffee spoon, "did yon aee that gown of Mrs. Gregg's last night? It was one she had made in Chicago—|800 if it cost a cent. Now you know perfectly well she can't afford that sinoe the failure of their bank." "Why, yes, dr. There's quite a little stir there. It seems a gang of the southern Cbeyennes have bad a row with their agent and have been playing the mischief about their reservation. The agent has wired for troops, and if they are sent from Leavenworth and Gibson they say the Indians will jump. Spring has set in down there. The chief believes that in that event we'll be called upon to head them off." "Indeed! Well, the colonel has just sent me word that our battalion is to be put in readiness for immediate field service, and a scrimmage is coming sure." Then Mrs. Barry was becoming interested in Maynard's devotious. When she first arrived at the post and knew him and beard him referred to as "Mrs. Turner's latest," she was not disposed to like him. She had heard of Mrs. Turner, bnt never before had been stationed at the same post with her. She forgot at first that every young fellow on reporting for duty at regimental leadquarters was immediately "annex - ad" by this fair, volatile and would be routbful matron. She forgot until laughiugly reminded by Mrs. Stannard that Hunter, Daua, Hollis—almost all the boys in fact—had served their apprenticeship. Blake, the regimental jester, said that plebebood in the regiment had its infallibly visible signs just *s it had at West Point. In the —th the most prominent symptom was damjing ittendance on Mrs. Turner. But Mayuard had barely been well settled down into the traces—had served much less than half the allotted twelvemonth— when the Barrys came to the post, and with them this bluo eyed, fair haired, peachy cheeked little Puritan maid, and Mrs. Turner's sway became uncertain, nhe still assumed airs of proprietorship —Maynard still had to call for and escort her to the weekly hops, and only the uight before, seeing him making for the outer air in the midst of the dance, although she was leaning on tho arm of a partner at the moment, she called after her "orderly," as Blake designated her successive victims, and languidly spoke, "Oh. Mr. Maynard, would you mind bringing me a glass of water?" and then when he obediently turned and presently appeared with a brimming goblet, *he sipped a ripple or two from the surface, and, ignoring her partner for the moment, murmured, "Where were you going?" Wiping her bands on her apron, the Irish maid of all work proceeded on bar mission. She was back in a moment. "The missus says not to wait. 81m'11 be down directly," was ber reportSecretary Baer has been invited by the British council to cross tbe Atlantio and to attend the next British national convention, which will be held in Glasgow in May. 6, 7. "And when the disciples heard It they fell on their face and were sore afraid. And Jesus came and touched them and said, Arise and be not afraid." So He or His angel did to Daniel, and He Himself surely did to John on I'atmos (Dan. viii, 18; x, 18; Rev. i, 17). He gives His people no cause to fear. Why is it that we have so many fears? How we must grieve Him! He says that He will never remember our sina It shows great lack of confidence in Him for us to fear or to think that He will. He says that we are blessed with all spiritual blessings in Him. It is surely dishonoring to Him for us to question it. He tells us that since He so loved us as to give Himself for us He can therefore withhold no good thing. Faith just believes it, and is happy because He says so. CHAPTER II. When the little two company post of Fort Fred Wiuthrop was broken up, Major Barry of the —th cavalry was left without a command, and so was sent to the headquarters of the regiment at Russell. The junior major, Stannard, was already there, but eijjht troops had been crowded within the rickety fenced inclosure, and that gave each major four troops—what was then called a battalion. Stannard swore a little after his explosive fashion. lie had been second in command ever since their return from the Sioux campaign of 1876, and he hated to see an officer come in between him and the top. Not that be disliked Barry. They wero on very good terms, though not exactly intimate. But Barry's coming necessitated a general shaking up as to quarters, for he had to turn out a senior captain in order tu get the house to which his rank entitled him, and there were several more midwinter morings as a consequence. "I'm sorry," he said, "heartily sorry, bnt yon all know Mrs. Barry is an invalid, and I have to liud comfortable quarters for ber." "Very welL Bring me whatever is randy," Mid Turner briefly and sat him down it the table. It is significant of the growth of Christian Endeavor in Ireland that at a county rally, the mid-Ulster rally, there came together recently more than 800 visiting delegates. From his post at the fence opposite the open space at the side of the bouse, Maynard listened, breathless. The footfalls ceased, but still no form oonld be seen. Then a strange thing happened. He could have sworn he heard in hoarse whisper her name, "Nathalie." Straining his ears, he heard it, beyond possibility of doubt, again. But she remained immovable, except that now her face was turned upward as though she were communing with the spirits of those she loved who had been taken from earth. Marveling, wondering, stricken with a jealous dread, Maynard felt that he was growing suddenly cold, that his knees were trembling, or was it a shiver? "May the Lord deliver us from a winter campaign," says Turner anxiously. "Well, I'll tell Mrs. Turner. Wish yon good luck in catching the runaways. How many are still out?" "Then you've noticed it," answered the There bad been alively bop the night before, and Joy was unooufined. A dozen pleasant people had driven out from Cheyenne. The music was capital. Half n dozen young officers from other posts were visiting at Russell. Half a dozen young ladiee from the distant east were visiting relatives and friends among the officers' families in the garrison. Many of the ladiee of the —th cavalry were charming "society" women, many were pretty and attractive, several were wealthy and able to display stunning toilets, and nearly all were graceful and Moompliabed dancers. As a oonsequence anywhere from 80 to 40 couples were to be seen on the polished floor of the hoproom, and visiting olSeers from other regiments promptly owned that when it eame to "bopping" the —th oould put up the prettiest dance in the army. Turner was studying the advertisements hard and made no answer. inwilld. nal, by the elders of her village church —elders, several of whom came, as did her paternal ancestors, from the old Scotch Covenanters. That she dearly loved music and had a quick and accurate ear was manifest the moment she opened her pretty mouth and gave voice to her favorites. So, too, was it apparent that all her childhood and young maidenhood had been spent under the strict tutelage of the descendants of a Puritan ancestry to whom a smile npon the Sabbath day was akin to sacrilege. One of Mrs. Barry's amusing stories, told when Nathalie was out for her daily exercise, was of tho girl's dismay and distress when, the very first Sunday after their arrival at Russell, the band played its jolliest "double time" for the detail's marching out to guard inount. ing. "She ran to her room and stopped her ears," said Mrs. Barry, laughing at ; the remiuisccnoe, "and conld not be induced to come to the window and watch tho ceremony, nor would she come out ; of her room until I assured her the band i had gone back to barracks. She should have been named Prudeuce or Rachel or ! Patience or Charity. How on earth j could such a little Puritan have come by the name of Nathalie. One would imagine Sunday to be a day of penance j with her. I'm sure she is shocked to see \ the major opening his morning paper snd readirg his letters. Sometime a letter from her old home comes to her , on Sunday, but she puts it away until Monday morning. I never have her read to me 011 Sunday. She goes to service morning and evening, reads her Bible and some very edifying church library volumes between times and is so solemn, not to say lugubrious, that I am heartily sorry when Saturday night comes and correspondingly rejoiced when the sun goes down- on Sunday. Then she can smile again. Think what her childhood must have been." Solemn and sedate pa she had been taught to be on Sunday there was no | question as to her elasticity and health 1 and spirits the rest of the week. She skimmed away over the prairie fast and free, glorying in the upland breeze, the rare and exhilarating atmosphere, the radiant sunshine and her own exuberant ro"Ctiu1 ritolitv 44TTnw fhftt Tl could dance if she only would danoet" said Mr. Tommy Hollis, whose highest idea of garrison life was a german every week and a bop every night. Up at Wintbrop all the officers were married, and, this being her first experience i*i army life, Nathalie was very ; shy and constrained. She thought both men and women frivolous in the ex: treme, utterly laclflug in that serious, meditative quality which at her home I was accepted as evidence of a religions j nature and a reasonable hope of ultimate salvation JCldar aha wu "And bis pay isn't as big as youri by one fogy," she went on. Then as he was still silent she queried, "Is it?" THE HORSE SHOW. "Oh—ah! Is it what?" "Eight, sir; so I'm told at the office. Then I'll say good morning." ifnd Mr. Maynard starts to go. Old Bert Sheldon has trotted SO heats In B:16X, which Is his reoord. "1 wish you would listen to me instead of losing yourself in that stupid paper, Captain Turner. I asked whether Captain Gregg's pay was not less than yours by a fogy or so." Miss Flnley, 8:09x, by Theron, holds the Taunton (Maaa.) half mile track reoord kt 8:1034. But a soft, silvery voice, a voice utterly unlike the petulant tones so recently heard at the breakfast table, comes from behind the portiere that hangs from the archway between the parlor and dining room and halts him at the threshold. Mrs. J. H. Oonklyn has driven eight different horses miles In 8:80 or better the past season. "Very probably. He entered service some years after I did and is nearly 15 years younger." 8. "And whon they hod lifted up their eyes they saw no man save Jesus only." What a powerful life word this is, and what peace and victory to see Jesus only in redemption, and in sanctification, as we will see .Jesus only as the center of all the glory of heaven! In redemption and daily life our temptation is to see feelings and experiences and people, but thus there Is no rest. We must see that Ills finished work is all that God asks and that we need, and His word all the assurance that is necessary, and learn to sing always "Behold, God is my salvation." Marcus Daly's colts won $15,875 all toM the past season. China Silk and Limerick were "the stable." But Turner talks from behind his paper. He has finished his breakfast, all but the cup of steaming ooffee with whioh she has at last supplied him. "Don't look back, Mr. Maynard. I'm simply a fright this morning, but I couldn't help speaking to you. I'm so sorry you can't be here at 11. Come this afternoon, if you get back in time, won't you? Come at 8. That'll give you an hour before stables. Do." J. J. Moran has bought a ranch near Anaconda, Mon., and will open up • public training stable there. The next instant there came the sound of sudden snap or crack, then a bounding and rolling, as of a pebble, down the shingle roof of the into the tin gutter that edged it. Startled from her reverie, frightened she knew not at what, the girl instantly fell back and pulled down the shade. Maynard could stand it no longer. Bounding out into the road, he hurled himself upon the tall, dim, but burly figure—a man whose hat was pulled down over his eyes and whose coat collar was up about his ears. "Who are you and what are yon doing here?" ho fiercely demanded. For just about three seconds the advantage of a surprise was his. Then he felt himself suddenly hurled backward, tripped and flung with overpowering, stumyng force upon the icy roadway. His head struck the solid earth with a crack that sent a thousand stars dancing before his eyes, and when be scrambled dizzily to bis feet the muscular intruder had vanished. Klamath holds the Santa Ana (CaL) track reoord at 8:10. Before Cookee set It In the even notch It waa 8:1 IK- "What did you think of that gown of Mrs. Gregg's? She had it made only two months ago—two monlbs after their bank broke. Seems to .me mighty qneer she should be 'swelling' in such extravagant style. Mrs. Raymond thinks so too." And bops were thing* Mrs. Turner dearly loved. Tea years the junior of bar solemn looking spouse, she bad married when only 18, bad never borne him aoo or daughter, bad been with the regiment in tbe aonth just after the great war, in Nebraska when they were guarding tbe track layers of tbe Union Pacific, in Arizona daring that four yean exile, in Kansas on their return and was now facing, with the sisterhood, tbe akin scorching Wyoming blisxarda, and bemoaniag whea alone with her lord tbe horrid effect of tbe daaaling nni aod blasting gales upon her once peaoblike complexion Among Levi Patterson of Carbondale, Pa., has purchased Benlda, 2:14)*, from Silas Jouee of Scran ton; price reported, $1,000. Maynard hesitated. "I'd like to awfully, Mrs. Turner," be says, "but I— I've got an engagement at that hour. " Mrs. Barry was indeed 1111 invalid. She lay for hours every day on a couch especially prepared for her, rarely even drove in tbe opeu air and was in bed every night by 9 o'clock. Her maiu entertainment consisted in being read to, and this duty was divided between her devoted husband and her companion, Miss Nathalie Baird. Mrs. Barry was essentially a gentlewoman, courteous and considerate by nature, and refined with that almost ultra refinement that is the product of long protracted physical suffering. The few relatives left to Miss Baird considered her a very fortunate girl when she was offered the position of companion to Mrs. Barry, even though the salary was not large, and indeed her lot, for an orphan girl practically homeless, was anything but a hard oue. 1). "And as they eainc down from the mountain Jesus charged them, suying, Tell tho vision to no limn until the Son of Man be risen again from the dead." Even if we may ivut fully understand, we may be sure that there was some very good reason for this charge (Ezek. xiv, 38). It is not always for us to understand, but always to obey (Isa. 1, 19). The other disciple* at the foot of the mount with their difficulty is suggestive of many difficulties that shall not be solved till He shall come; but more faith might solve more. Meantime we must pay taxes cheerfully lest we «ive offense. A. K. Miller, H. Miller, William Obert and Frank Obert, Lehlgbton, Pa., have bought Big Timber, 9:18. The price WM 1700. "Ah, yes!" answers Mrs. Turoer. "No need to say where. 1 know who's expecting you at the Barrys*. I'm positively getting jealous, Mr. Maynard." Turner's eyes are glued to tbe columns of Tbe Ijeader. He is apparently deaf to any comments on Mrs. Gregg's costume. Prince Lavallard, the gray xon of Ijfivallard, was one of the most "useful" trotters campaigned on eastern tracks ttw past season. Tbe yoang fellow's oheeks are burning with a flush that is not caused by the buffetings of the Wyoming winds. "I'll be glad to come almost any other time yon say, Mrs. Turm-r. I'm sure it's very good of you. But pardon me, woo't yon? Tbe patrol is saddling at the stable, aod 1 mast harry down there." "Don't you think so?" persists Mrs. Turner, determined to extract an opinion from ber liege. Sweepstakes, dam of Star Pointer, Hal Pointer, Sky Pointer and Cloud Pointer, Is now 27 years old. Therefore she was 19 when her greatest son was foaled. "Why—I'm sure I baven't given tbe matter any thought. It's none of our affair, you know. Doubtless they have means that were not involved in tbe crash of that particular bank." Joe Hanion, the boy who rubs Robert J, says that Gentry bit the tip of Robert's ear off because ho was mad at him for going the 1 Detter mile over the Syracuse half mile track. She has no time to fire another shot before be is out of tbe hoase and slamming tbe storm door behind hitu. Then she comes into tbe parlor and peers out of the window as though to see whether be goes at ouce to stables or stops, as she more than half believes he will, at the Barrys'. The captain is palling on his "arctics" in the hallway and presently appears at the door, looping the frogs of bis heavy far lined coat—a coat that had once been a handsome garment, bat is old and worn and shabby now. "Over home a few minutes. I have no danoes now, you know, until after supper." CHRISTIAN ENDEAVOR. ber garrison and Cbeyenne intimates and acquaintances, however, Fanny Turner bad no such admission to make. 8h« oould not help seeing, she said, the havoo played with the cuticle of tbe Other ladies. Even their bride, the lovely blond, Mrs. Billy Ray, had completely lost, said Mrs. Turner, tbe delioate bloom and softness of ber fair white skin. "But as far me," she continued, "I declare it seems to make no difference whatever." "They haven't," interposes Mrs. Turner. "Mrs. Wallace is from Cleveland and knows all Mrs. Qregg's people, and ebe says they lost every penny." " You won't find a soul tip at the Barrys', unlessyon've mado an appointment. Have you?" Topic For the Week Beginning April 17. Comment by Rev. S. II. lDoyle. Topic.—Lessons from great missionaries.— Arts xiii, 1-8, 13-88, 42-62. W. H. Richfield of Lexington, Ky., at one time part owner of Monbars, will have charge of the trotters which were recently purchased by the government of Japan.— Horseman To be Continued "Oh, well, Qregg has something outside bis pay," says Turner, shraggiug bis shoulders and sinking down into his cbair. He bates theee perennial comments and criticisms on tbe affairs of his brother officers and tbeir families, but he still loves bis shallow pate of a wife and can't bear to rebuke ber. This, too, is her table talk. She has no other. Of Courne, "None whatever, Mrs. Turner," answered Maynard, flushing with annoyance and embarrassment. "Nor did I think of going there." "The enemy," a little Boston girl read, "was repulsed only by related—by rei peated .Sarahs." Christianity is essentially a missionary religion. The mission of the Christian church, as marked out by its Head and Founder, is a worldwide mission. All nations are to be led to Christ, and the only way by which this can be done is for the disciples of Christ to go as missionaries and tell all men the story of Jesus and His love. This has been done from the earliest days of Christianity. This thirteenth chapter of the Acts of the Apostles tells the story of the origin and beginning of the first great missionary movement under the iloly Ghost and Paul, by which the Roman empire was to be led to Christ. Paul was the greatest of the early followers of Christ. He consecrated his life to missions. Many of Christianity's great men have done the same thing since. From their lives we may learn useful and important lessons as to what is necessary to successfully carry forward God's work, whether at home or abroad. V of the Globe (or I rheumatism! ■ XTEUXULftXA and OompUlnU, I and prepared under tbs stringent LGERMAN MEDICAL Km prMoribad by emlne-t phyriclami^^W KM OR. RICHTEIfS *151 ANCHOR [PAIN EXPELLERJ I World renowned! Remarkably soecesaf nil 1 ■only (fpnolno with Trade Mark " Anchor,"■ ■F. Ad. Bfcfctor Av*, 215 PrariSt., New Tort. ■ 1 31 HI6HEST AWARDS. D2 13 Bamoh Houses. Own Glauwork*. ■ fc 23&5JWA Kadorsed A r-jcommKoUed b; J A GO GUck, SON. Ma'n 8t.; J H- Honck. 4 N. Main St.; Drrer ■k & Peek, 3 Luz Av * - JM Pittston met. IUI1 ■ She had been teaching in the village school and leading a lite of almost thankless drudgery. Her health was suffering. Slid had not even nourishing food, boarding around, lirpt in one family, then in another, in that narrow New England circle, and she hailed with delight the chango that took her to the broad, free frontier, to a' little army home where there were sympathy, kindliness and comfort. Her duties were light, She read aloud from books of Mrs. Barry's selection each morning from 10 to 12, but was given most of the afternoon for exercise and recreation. From 2 to 4 the major himself sat by the side of the gentle invalid, and in the evening, as a rule, both were with her. Mrs. Barry's tastes were scholarly, and the morning readings were a liberal education to the village girl whose previous life had been so cramped and restricted. She proved most faithful—indeed most grateful. She grew and thrived and blossomed in the society of ber protectors and friends. She grew to love Mrs. Barry as she bad loved none "That is not in tho book, teaoher. " said the "I think you are very mean to want to leave me the moment you've had pour danoe. You haven't been as kind as you were before Miss Baird came. Come, Mr. Crane," she said, turning to her nartner with an air of patient, pathetic, bnt undeserved sorrow, ".bet 03 go and sit down somewhere. I don't think I care to dance this set." 1 am well aware of that," said the ' child, ''but 1 have been taught to avoid the use of such diminutives as Sally."— I Cincinnati Enquirer. Certainly, nnder the light of the lamps and candles of tbe boproom, her oosnplexion seemed as peachy as on her Wadding day, 18 years gone by. Bat there were a dozen women in garrison Who were ready to explain and account tor that "No one in this regiment," •aid the colonel's wife, "can approach Fanny Turner in tbe art of 'making up.' She's 83 if she's a week old, and she danoes and dresses and decorates as though she were not 80." All of which was practically true. Spoiled and petted by an overindulgent mother In her girlhood, Fanny bad no Idea of any will or way but her own when she married Captain Turner. He bad fallen deeply in love with her when home wounded after Cedar Creek W«n8M. Ha was the hero of "There were at least half a dozen bills came in their mail two days ago," persists madam presently. "I couldn't help seeing them when the orderly came here with my letter from Kate. If I had so many bills coming in, yoa'd be frantia I don't see bow she can stand being dunned in that way. I couldn't." "I think Mrs. Barry ought to pat a stop to that affair before it goes any further," says Mrs. Turner, whereat tbe captain becomes sphinxlike and inscrutable. Apparently he hasn't heard. "Neither of them has a cent in the world exoept his second lieutenant's pay," she goes on, and Turner finds himself rummaging through his pockets as tlTougb in search of some much needed article, for be still has nothing to say. Then she turns and faces him. "Don't you?" she asks. The Martial Spirit. i reckon war'U be timely, Ker thf boys o' tender yenrs Air studyin 'bout the .soldier Who wuz "dyin in Algiers." And Maynard strode away across the iark parade toward the distant lights of officers' row, feeling as though he must have inflicted something akin to heartache on a winsome and appealing woman, yet vaguely conscious that he ought not to be held to the species of servitude or subjected to the surveillance which seemed to be his lot since falling within the sphere of Mrs. Turner's attractions. His own quarters were well down toward the east end of the row. Major Barry's were just as far toward the west, but no sooner was be beyond the range of the hoproom lights than the young officer veered totho wast mu) and nrnwiitlv hrnnaht Thiit "poldier o* the legion"— For tile school commencements fine— Tin teller '1 born Ht Bmgen," Which wu/. soniewhars "on the Rhine." Again the captain seeks shelter behind his conventional bombproof—the paper—and strives to avoid the discussion.An all o' them fir think in How they 'II holler high an low 'Bout the I mi tile fought on Linden When the dun wuz uinkin low. "Well," be answers slowly, "I've had to once or twice. Don't you remember?""Could you?" she asks. "Don't I what?" he replies, in simulated ignorance. He is fencing for time. An the curfew's rtpht onsteady, But they're holdiu it in check. An the boy is gittin ready Ter lDe burnt up on the deck! "Now, Captain Turner, I know you heard what 1 asked. You always behave in this absurd way when what I am thinking and talking about doesn't happen to suit you. I said neither Mr. Maynard nor Miss Baird bad a cent. "I might have known you'd remind me of that," she answers, with tears in ber voioe if not in her eyes. "1 was— rnucb lea experienced then." Even to ihe* lias* lead Mm Tamer doe* not liha 60 I reckon war'll be timely, An they'll sail inter the fight, But I hopes that orful curfew Ain't agoiu ter ring ternightl —Atlanta Constitution. 1. From great missionaries we may learn to submit ourselves to God. This is characteristic of all great missionaries. They submitted themselves en-
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Title | Pittston Gazette |
Masthead | Pittston Gazette, Volume 48 Number 35, April 15, 1898 |
Volume | 48 |
Issue | 35 |
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Description | The collection contains the archive of the Pittston Gazette, a northeastern Pennsylvania newspaper published from 1850 through 1965. This archive spans 1850-1907 and is significant to genealogists and historians focused on northeastern Pennsylvania. |
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Date | 1898-04-15 |
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Description
Title | Pittston Gazette |
Masthead | Pittston Gazette, Volume 48 Number 35, April 15, 1898 |
Volume | 48 |
Issue | 35 |
Subject | Pittston Gazette newspaper |
Description | The collection contains the archive of the Pittston Gazette, a northeastern Pennsylvania newspaper published from 1850 through 1965. This archive spans 1850-1907 and is significant to genealogists and historians focused on northeastern Pennsylvania. |
Publisher | Pittston Gazette |
Physical Description | microfilm |
Date | 1898-04-15 |
Location Covered | United States; Pennsylvania; Luzerne County; Pittston |
Type | Text |
Original Format | newspaper |
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Language | English |
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Full Text | ® Established 1850. ( VOL. XLVIII No. 35 » Oldest Newspaper in the Wyoming Valley. PITTSTON, LUZERNE COUNTY, PA., FRIDAY, APRIL 15, 1898. A Weekly Local and Family Journal. )mi 00 a Tear in A dvanoit of her own kith and Kin since the death of bur mother, five years gone by. Her father she could remember only vaguely. She was barely 4 years old when his coffined remains, draped in the flag ho had died to defend, were brought back from Virginia and laid away in the littlo churchyard. She was a gentle, pure hearted maid, only 19 this stormy spring of Its C8. She had been somewhat angular and bony and hollowed eyed and sallow cheeked when first she came to the Barrys, but healthful food and. exercise ana the bracing mountain air and sound sleep and sweet companionship and freedom from care and worry one and all had done their work, and Mrs. Barry woke up one fine day to thei realization that they had a genuine) New England beauty under their roof—' a winsome girl, whose features and coloring were as dainty and fair as those of the Puritan maid Priscilla. The thin neck and bony shoulders and anna had given plaoe to firm, rounded, dimpled members, beneath a skin so white as to be almost dazzling. The hollar Dyes were gone, for a tender light burned in their blue depths, a delicate flush played over the soft, rounded cheeks, and a smile of sweet content hovered about the corners of her rosy mouth, that, a year gone by, quivered, pale and piteous. | TU E SUNDAY SCHOOL. AM AHMY WrT g/i » ■** • r mmyumtr Ajfwityt ■2 Ctt.£ to own she bad ever been younger. He notes tbe symptoms of approaching storm and to give a cheerier tone to the talk drops Tbe Leader aud adopts a "chipper," spirited style. ana cnac mrs. tsarry ougnt to put a stop to their flirtation at once—and yuu heard it." » sure, would have comprehensively stamped them all, except perhaps Mrs. Barry and possibly the major, as carnal. But she was physically in a sort of state of transition then, being still angular and sallow for the first few weeks and only slowly evolving into the lilylike beauty that manifested itself at Russell. She had had no one to interrupt her prairie tramps at Wintlirop. up at rne picKet rence tnat rronted tne fntire line. The Barrys' parlor lights were extinguished, but a faint glimmer came through the shades of the front dormer window of the second floor and that was her room, Mrs. Barry's being on the ground floor. The night, as has bern said, was dark and overcast. The Cheyenne zephyr, a stiff gale that blew three days out of four down from the mountain pass to the northwest and across the open prairie, had died away at nightfall, and all was as still as the night was dark. Over across the parade the string band of the —th was playing rollicking opera bouffe music for the lancers which Mrs. Turner felt too fatigued or hurt to dance. They were winding through the final figure now, and, even though the doors and windows were closed against the keen wintry air, so still and breathless was nature that the soft hum of voices or occasional burst of silvery laughter was borne by the music upon the wings of night. Leaning there upon the fence, young Maynard had turned bis back to the sounds of merriment and was gazing fixedly at that upper window. For nearly a week he had realized that within that little room, behind that screening shade, there dwelt the one fair girl who held his fate, for weal or woe, in the hollow of her soft white hand. tirely to G'd. ILey were guided by tb# Holy Ghost. Id the origin of Christian missions the Holy Ghost said to the churcb at Antiocb, "Separate Me Barnabas and Haul for the work whereonto I have called thi iu." The church submitted. Barnabas uii-1 Saul submitted. After fasting and prayer aud the laying on of bands Barnabas and Saul were sent away. After listening to a missionary address when a young man iu England Robert .Moffat, the great mission* ary, went home to his room and prayed that if it were God's will he would send him forth to preach the gospel to the heathen. Ho found it was God's will and gladly went forth. Entire surrender to God is a necessary prerequisite tosuccessful work for God. "I think it is nono of our busings, Fanny," nays Turner mildly. "Just aal said about Mrs. Gregg's gown. I cau't help wishing you concerned yourself less about other people's affairs, my dear little woman," he adds, after a pause. "You—you haven't said anything to anybody but me as to the letters that came for Mrs. Gregg, iiav* you?" he asks almost timidly. lESSON III, SECOND QUARTER, INTER NATIONAL SERIES, APRIL 17. "I thought you looked unoommonly well last night, Fanny, and I thought Mrs. Kay's dress extremely pretty." Text of the I.etmon, Math, xvli, 1-9—Mem- "Pretty," said madam disdainfully. " Why, Captain Turner, she was positively dowdy. The idea of a woman of her wealth and social position coming to one of our swellest bops in a simple china silk is almost an affront to tbe regiment. If she had nothing handsomer, it would be all well and good, but ■he has loads of handsome gowns aud won't wear them." ory Vt-rwi, 1-3 — Golden Text, John I, 14 — Commentary by the Kei. D. M Steariia. But here at Russell a new world burst upon her astonished vision. Here she found herself followed, sought, waylaid by three or four very presentable and pleasant young men in most becoming uniforms—"regimentals," she called them, as she had learned to in her far New England home—and all the Puritanism in the world was not proof against the woman latent in her. Do what she could to shame it, beat it down, abjure it as "carnal and worldly," this homage was sweet to her fresh girlish heart. It made her deliciously happy in spite of herself. She tried to overcome it by dressing in still more somber shades and styles at first, but her kind friend and protector protested. Mrs. Barry told her emphatically that no girl should be allowed to make herself hideous when nature manifestly intended her to look radiantly pretty. The Quakerlike hood and cloak were consequently discarded, not without prickings of conscience on Nathalie's part, and yet, with easier resignation than she had deemed possible, she allowed herself to be attired in the hat and jacket and gloves Mrs. Barry had ordered from Chicago, and thei, as Hunter said, she was simply as stunning as anything he had ever seen at West Point. wo." ** 1. '"And after six days Jesus taketh Peter, .lames and John, his brother, and bringeth them up Into an high mountain apart." Luke says, "About an eight days after these sayings" (Luke lx, 28), doubtless including the day of the promise and the day of the event, while Matthew and Mark only mention the intervening days. Mark says, "He taketh and leadeth them." How very beautiful! Does not your heart say, "Lord take me and lead mo, and I'll go with Thee all the way?" Well, be sure that you mean It, and do not question His love if He leads you In the valley. These three were with Him when He raised the little girl and when He was in the garden. We cannot go 4bDth Him unless we are willing to go apart from the many who follow Him, and we will not enjoy His fellowship unless we have something of His spirit of prayer, for Luke lx, 28, says that He went to pray. As we learn to live alone with Him and for Him, we will find ourselves Increasingly given to communion with Him. [Copyright, 1898, by D. M. Stearns.] "Her bills, I suppose you mean. If 1 have, Captain Turner, it only serves her right. I'm sure she has shown me little mercy or consideration." "Well, dear, for my sake, then, don't speak of it to anybody. Gregg is one of my firmest friends, and whatever you say of his wife is sure to get around to them sooner or later in aggravated—exaggerated form, and it would hurt him cruelly." *Z2£TTU married mm because ne was so much thought of and admired by some of tbe others. For. several weeks. Turner thought himself tbe happiest and luckiest of men to have captured this fair young beauty, and then disillusion set in, and one disappointment followed another. She was empty beaded, frivolous, fond of every kind of social gayety, but with neither heart nor hand for domestic duty of any kind. She loved to Cianoc, and his wounds bad put an end to even tbe little be ever knew of that art. She gloried in the attentions of the society and garrison beaus they met and plainly Bhowed him he was often in tbe way. Sbe was recklessly extravagant in her tastes aud spent his savings with a lavish band, principally on herself in dress or jewelry. Sbe had been denied almost everything of the kind at home, for her parents bad been for years in straitened circumstances. Turner, deeply in love, oould deny her nothing until his savings were exhausted and they bad to come down to bis pay. Sbe read nothing but novels. Sbe knew nothing but garrison gossip and how to make herself look fascinating. Sbe bad a fund of small talk and a faculty of setting her cap for each new young officer that joined the regiment, speedily fascinating him and attaching him for a term of months, or possibly a year, to her apron strings. Sbe was artless, kittenish, confidingly, trustingly youthful, this mature dame of 81, when out in society or among her sisters of tbe garrison, but it was anything but a fresh, youthful, radiant girl that came yawning languidly down tbe stairs this dark March morning and with a "Why didn't yon order your breakfast earlier if you wanted it?" and barely a glance at her spouse passed him by without other salutation and took ber seat behind tbe coffeepot at tbe bead of tbe table. "China silk or canton flannel, you know, I couldn't tell t'other from which," says poor Turner. "I only say I thought it pretty and appropriate Perhaps she wears a simple toilet because so many of tbe ladies of the regiment cannot afford to dress expensively." CHAPTER I. Captain Turner had been up since first call far reveille, had spent a shivering boor at his troop stables, had tramped through tbe snow from the creek valley up past tbe long line of ramshackle sheds that defaoed tbe east front of tbe original Fort Russell, had declined the invitation of some of tbe old stagers And young plungers of his regiment to "oome in and have something" *t tbC trader's stare by the gate, bad plodded thoughtfully on to bis own quarters some distance up the row, had had his bath and changed his stable garb for tbe beat undress uniform be owned and was now waiting somewhat impatiently for 2. Prom great missionaries we may learn to be willing to labor in new and uncultivated fields. Barnabas and Sanl carried the gospel where it had not been lDefore. Paul afterward declared that he built upon no other man's fount dation. It is recorded in the life of Livingstone that early he obovrUl "a fixed determination not to labor in more accessible fields, bnt to strike ont beyond." To strike out beyond requires courage, self sacrifice, willingness to do hard work, bnt it pays in the end, and we should be willing to do it In his first striking out into the inland of Africa Robert Moffat lived for six months alone in a rude hut "In this hot," says the historian, "be remained, exposed to the sun, rain, dogs, snakes and cattle, doing his own sewing and cooking and often having nothing to cook, consoling himself with his violin and Scotch psalms, but with all bis hardships maintaining regular day schools and preaching services." And God blessed bis arduous, self sacrificing toil. God will bless us if we are willing to do the hardest work for Christ Mrs. Turner has impatiently whirled about and is qnce more gazing out upon the parade A petulant exclamation escapes ber before bis words are tinisbed. She is black browed—pouting now. ' "Captain Turner, you make me tired," exclaims bis better half in deep displeasure. "Mo ope wants Mrs. Ray to be Betting*examples in economy. The ladies of tbe —th are quite capable of managing their own affairs—except perhaps Mrs. Gregg." "You haven't spoken of it to any one, have you, dear?" he asks. No answer. Are they? thinks poor Turner, as he mentally runs over the list of bills accumulated in his desk, tbe result of madam's orders and extravagances, but again be relapses into silence and seeks refuge behind The Leader. Then relief and rescue come in sudden shape. Tbe boards of tbe piazza creak and snap in the biting oold under a quick, bounding Turner walks close up to her as sbe itands half shrouded by tho curtains. "Don't be afraid to tell me, Fan," be pleads. "1 think 1 ought to know. " "How that girl has improved since you brought her out, dear I" said the major one sunshiny afternoon as Nathalie started for her brisk walk over tne prairie. Then the music suddenly ceased. The lancers was over. The musicians could have a five minutes' breathing spell before they struck up the waltz, and then, as if she had only been waiting for the stopping of that profane and frivolous dance tune, the fair occupant, or at least her faint shadow, appeared at the window. Maynard started with joy. He could feel the instant bounding of his heart. Quickly the shade was raised. Up went the window, and the outlines of the pretty head and the slender, girlish form that were the object of his idolatry appeared at the casement. Besting her elbows on the sill, her cheeks apon her hands, Nathalie leaned out into the night, drinking in the mountain air. It was just 10 o'clock, and the trumpeter from the adjutant's office had come out upon the dark parade and was sounding, as was the custom at that time, "lights out" at that comparatively early hour. .Tust as the window was raised Maynard was sure he heard the sound of footsteps across the road, the crunching of boot heels in the snow and ice heaped up along the acequia that edged the parade, and glancing thither he distinctly saw the figure of a man in Leavy overcoat and derby bat between bim and the lights of B troop's barracks. But at the first note of "taps" these lights were extinguished, and he could see no more of the stranger, nor did he care to. All his thoughts and longings were concentrated on that fair yet dark form at the casement above. He watched it with worship in his eyes. Tomorrow—tomorrow afternoon be was to accompany her on her walk. Could be summon courage enough to tell his sweet secret? Was it wisdom to do so uow when she had known him so short a time? Would it not be apt to startle, even to shock, her? 2. "And was transfigured before tfcem, and His face did shine as the sun, and His raiment was white as the light." Mark says that His raiment became shining, exceeding whito as snow. Luke says that the fashion of His countenance was altered and His raiment was white and glistering (Mark ix, 8; Luke ix, 29). It makes one think of Him as He afterward appeared to John on Patmos some 60 years after His ascension (Rev. 1, 12-17). It is to me very interesting to observe that the word translated '' transfigured'' is used outside of this record in the gospels only in two other places—Rom. xii, 2, and II Cor. iii, 18. In the one the translation is "be transformed" and in the other "are changed." but in each case it refers to the believer and our being changed more and more into the image of Christ. In Romans it is shown to be a work from within, by the renewing of our minds, and in Corinthians it is said to be accomplished by beholding His glory in the glass or mirror of His word. It seems to me that the beginning and development and consummation of the Christian life has but one secret, and that is "beholding Him," When in that fair mornjng we shall Indeed see Him, then we shall indeed be like Him. breakfast. The Cheyenne Leader had little in the way of telegraphic news, and its local gossip failed to interest him. He tossed it aside and after a look into the little dining room, where the breakfast table was set for two, began paeing slowly up and down the tiny parlor five paces one way and five back. Occasionally he wonld cast a glance upward and listen for sotffids of movement aloft, but none rewarded his attention. Presently be went to the window and, throwing aside the curtains, gazed gloomily oat upon the snow covered parade. Over across the barren, wind •wept level, bordered by its row of leaflea* desolate, stripling cottonwood s, quivering in the rising breeze, the unsightly brown barracks were echeloned, their gable ends to the north and south, with the wooden tower, the official "Afraid!" she flashes indignantly "What is there to be afraid of? \ ery possibly I have spoken of it to Mrs. Raymond, who notices just exactly what 1 have—and there may have been others who heard, for all 1 care. They know it'8 just exactly as 1 say. How can you be so absurd and make such a fuss over such a little matter? I'd just as lief say it to her face. " "Then you've noticed it," answered the invalid, patting his big, brown hand. "It has been very swflP to me to watch it. She's a good, true hearted girl, Arthur." Then, too, she had at first been grievously embarrassed by the attentions of the bachelor officers. No gentleman had ever asked her to walk or drive or ride, much less to dance, before, although it bad often occurred that Elder Pease or Deacon Drummond would happen along about the time she dismissed her scholars and started on her long, lonely walk in the wintry gloaming, and whichever one it was he would accompany her much of the way and talk in most edifying fashion of the world, the flesh and the devil. Twice it came to pass that these two pillars of the church appeared upon the scene as they had not some—together. They seemed to have 3oncentrated on tho little stone schoolhouse from widely different directions, each serenely unconscious of the othw'8 movements. These two worthy men, it is remembered, were most vehemently opposed to Nathalie's acceptance of the Barrys' offer. She ought never to be allowed to live among the godless men and women who dwelt in army barracks. They were children of wrath whose presence was contamination. But there was a bard beaded old uncle, a scoffer, said Elder Pease, who loved Nathalie both for herself and for her "Oh, I'm not the only one to notioe it, Mary! Several people have spoken of it to me, and as for young Maynard, I'm afraid it's getting serious." "Say it to no one," are Turner's next words. "Your imprudence has cost mo two or three friendships 1 valued, and I should hate to be at odds with Gregg. Mow it is time for me to go. Do not expect me until luncheon. The moment court adjourns I must go to the troop office.'' "My responsibility is a very grave one where she is concerned," said Mrs. Barry after a thoughtful pause. "Of course I oould not but know that Mr. Maynard was greatly attracted, else he wouldn't have managed to walk with her or to call here so often. Do yon know anything of his people?" Bible Readings.—Isa. Iii, 7; Nab. i, 16; Math, v, 11, 12; xxviii, 18-30; Bom. ix, 1-5; x, 14, 15; Aots i, 6-14; viii, 26-40; xv, 25, 26; xvi, 8-12; I Cor. iii, 5-10; ix, 19-22; II Cor. xi, 28- 83; II Tim. iv. 6-8; Heb. xi, 86-40. She never turns to say pood by. Her mllen is Dressed close to the pa Lie. bnt she darts back quickly as two tall officers come suddenly in sight—Captain Truscott and Lieutenant Blake. Turner, too, catches sight of them as they march quickly by and waits a Moment to let them get well up the row ahead of him. He is in no mood for companionship. He looks sadly, wist fully at the willful woman before bim a moment, but her back is obstinately turned to him. She returns to tho window, and without another word he leaves the house. At tbe gate he glances toward the casement, hopeful of one ro- Common Sense In Doinf Good. "Nothing whatever, and little of him except that he acts like a gentleman on all occasions, attends to his duties, does not drink or gamble and lives within his means. Stannurd and Truscott say he's one of the best of the youngsters, and Blake says be stood the initiatory six months at Mrs. Turner's apron strings without a sign of singeing his wings." We want more common sense in doing good. Oh, bow many people there are who want to do good and they are dead failures! Why is it? Tbey do not exercise the same tact, the same ingenuity, the same stratagem, the common sense in the work of Christ that they do in worldly things; otherwise " home of the officer of the guard, and be- hind It the dnn colored walls of the ' guardhouse, filling the gap at tbe opposite angle of tbe diamond shaped quad- Here and there along the parade lay bare, unsightly patches of dead gray buffalo grass, where the wintry gales bad awept away the falling snow, only to whirl it into deep drifts about the barracks. Beyond the rough wooden one story buildings that framed the roadway bounding the parade the snowy alopea dipped ont of sight into the valley of tbe Crow, only to reappear half • mile beyond, defaced with the same broad gray patches and streaked with Jagged lines of fleecy white where tbe bow lay fathoms deep in tbe ravines and ooulees. Beyond them all, 100 miles to the aouth, cold, remote and majestic, towered the peaks and domes of tbe Bookies, dazzling when the morning ana shone, but repellent and frowning now that bia faoe was hid behind a daoae veil of cloud that was drawn athwart the heavens. The soene was dreary in tbe last degree. Only about the guardhouse waa there sign of life and action, for in the intense cold the troopera bugged tbe oomfort of their barracks and buddled about the redhot stove*. Tbe oaptain'a faoe, somber and melancholy, yet a refined, clear cut, handsome face withal, seemed to take on an additional shade of gloom as he stood there, lonely and silent, drumming on the window panes with bis finger tips. Through the tbin partition in tbe party wall at wood that separated bia aoldier borne from that of Captain Wayne next door came the sound of oheery voices, of joyous laughter and eblldiah glee. Turner sighed heavily as be took out bia watch, glanoed at it and turned impatiently. Even as he left tbe window a trumpeter, muffled in heavy overooat, came briskly out from the adjutant's office and sounded first call for guard mounting, whereat the captain strode through the dining room and poked his head into tbe kitchen beyond. Turner tcat ttudylng the advrrtltementi hard and made no answer. 8. "And, behold, there appeared unto them Moses and Elias, talking with Him." We know that Moses died and was buried In the land of Moab (Deut. xxxiv, 5, 6), over 1,400 years bofore this, and Elijah was taken to heaven in a whirlwind and probably In tho chariot over 800 years before, the only man exoept Enoch who has as yet ever been excused from the appointment of death (Heb. ix, 27). Yet here they are alive and well and talking with Christ of His death, or decease, or exodus, which He was about to accomplish at Jerusalem (Luke ix, 81). Whether the believer dies or is translated, in either case it means instantly with the Lord in such a life and such bliss as we cannot Imagine (Phil, i, 21, 23; iii, 20, 21), but all the blessedness and reality of that life are wholly due to the work which our Lord Jesus finished on Calvary. Footstep. Tbe gong bell on the hall door gives a loud, impatient clang, and Nora hastens throagh into the hall. tbey would succeed in the other. There are many men who have an arrogant way with them, although they may not feel arrogant in their soul, or they have a patronizing way. Tbey talk to a man of the world in a manner which seems to say, "Don't you wish yon were as good as I am? Why, I have to look clear down before I can see yon, yon are so far beneath me.'' That manner always disgusts, always drives men away from the kingdom of Jeens Christ in* stead of bringing them in.—Dr. Talmage." Well, that thraldom is at an end certainly," said Mrs. Barry. "He came here and askod her to go to the next hop with him and beggoa me to intercede. I did. I told her I'd like to have her go if only to look on, but she would not do it. Shu says she never danced in her life. Mrs. Stannard came in awhile ago, and she talked with her—offered to be her chaperon and* was as kind and sweet as possible, but Nathalie shook her head and compressed her lips, and we saw it was useless. But others admire her besides Mr. Maynard. Hunter and Dana visit us frequently, and Dana has invited her to drive, but she declined. Why, do you suppose?" "I much preferred to wait for you," said Turner gently. He had never rebuked, rarely attempted to correct her, since the initial attempt that well nigh wrecked their honeymoon. He oould not scold her now, yet bis heart ached at her indifference, and hia weary eyes did not fail to notioe the marveloua change in her appearance since she left the hoproom the night before, or, rather, at 2 o'clock that morning. The soft pink lips were dry and purple now, the delicately tinted cheek was sallow and colorless, dark purple circles had formed under her eyes, deep lines cracked out through their temporary filling and gave the lie to her pretensions to youth. Her hair, ao beautifully and beoomingly arranged the%night before, waa simply twisted np into a knot at tbe back of her head. She wore a loose flowered wrapper, gathered in at the slender waist with a cord. Even her white, fragile bands, that trembled as she filled the captain's cup with ooffee, looked wrinkled and old, while upon her visage, ao radiant with smiles and sunshine a few hours sinoe, there sat an expression of profound and envions discontent Turner bad bard work to repress a second sigh as be glanced furtively at her from over The Leader, which be had picked up again when her footsteps were beard descending the stairs. "The orderly with tbe oolonel's compliments, I suppose," Bays Mrs. Turner dejectedly. "They never will let you finish your breakfast in peace." "They might," thinks Turner, "if I sould only get started a little earlier." Then back comes Nora. "It's Loot'n't Maynard wants to see mother's sake—an uncle who had a painfully big and dependent brood of bis own, who bade her go by all means, though he nearly broke down at parting. Yet when she was gone he turned upon elder and deacon both with triumph in his eyes. fou, sir." "Oh, sbovfthim into the parlor," answers tbe captain, dropping Tbe Leader tnd beginning to fold his napkin. |A Plea For Egypt. "Captain Turner, have you no consideration whatever for me?" gasps bis lady, as she rises and betakes h esse If hurriedly to the kitchen. 4. "Thenanswered Peter, and said untc Jesus, Lord, it Is good for us to be here. If Thou wilt, let us make here three tabernacles—one for Thee, and one for Moses, and one for Elias." I think we may conclude from Jude ix that Moses had his resurrection body. If so, then he represented the risen saints, while Elijah represented those who will not die, but be translated at our Lord's coming, the two representing the whole heavenly company of the redeemed in the kingdom when it shall have come, while Peter, James and John, three righteous Jews, represent all Israel, a righteous nation on earth In the kingdom, and this revelation 1b what our Lord promised In chapter xvi, 28. Egypt is parched and dry. The Nile is low and practically useless for watering the land. The farmer looks in dismay. There can be no harvest unless the seed is watered. Is there no supply for his need? Yes. On the snow capped mountains of Africa there is all he needs, but it is snow, and so useless. But the fiery sun arises, the snow ie melted, the lakes are filled, the rill overflows, and the land is refreshed, the seed grows, a harvest is sure. Men are as the snow. They need the Holy Spirit to bless the world.—Preachers' Magazine. At first, too, Nathalie shrank from accepting these invitations to walk, and as fear going driving Mrs. Barry had almost to order her. She was painfully shy and embarrassed for a few days, and then that began to wear off and keen anjoyment replaced the shyneas. Even when she started out alone she speedily became aware of Maynard sconring the prairie on his spirited horse, leaping the broad acequia again and again and finally riding up in surprise to see her and dismounting to walk by her side, while Ranger, with mincing gait, came towing along behind. That footstep again, and still in front of the BarryB' quarters. Maynard had almost forgotten the wanderer. "Some one of the hack drivers from town," he said to himself, "trying to make his way to the store for a drink and a 'loaf' "Her puritanical bringing up probably. Dana isn't half a bad fellow and comes of good stock. Hunter doesn't amount to much. He's feather brained. Well, let's get at our book." A very presentable specimen of the foung officer type is the junior lieutenant who, forage cap in hand and his aavalry circular, the cape of his overcoat, thrown over his arm, Btands respectfully in the little army parlor as tbe captain enters and extends a cardial band. And meantime the object of this household chat was picking her way among tho drifts and walking blithely and briskly over the barren prairie well to the north of the post, singing solemn little songs to herself—sober, old fashioned hymn tunes as a rule, yet catching herself now and then humming some one of the stirring quicksteps or waltzes she had heard at the baud concerts, whereat she would suddenly break off and return to "Brattle Street" or "Coronation." "Jerusalem the Golden," it seems, had been deemed too jubilant, consequently too car- "Good morning, Maynard. Glad to aee you! What brings you over here so early? Nothing amiss, I hope." "Eight, lir; so rm told at the office." lenting look or smile, but now she has disappeared, and Turner goes on to his duty with a long sigh and a heavy heart. "I—didn't mean—Ihope I didn't disturb your breakfast, air," answers the subaltern,-a shade of embarrassment on his fine, frank faoe. "Mrs. Turner was so good as to say if I would come around this morning—er—she'd teach me some new methods at patience, and the adjutant has just detailed me to take a patrol to go to town after some absentees still on pay day spree. If you'll be kind enough to tell her—I suppose she's not yet down after dancing every dance until 2 this morning"— But for this keen, raw, darksome afternoon the engagement had been made beforehand. "The boys" were finding Bach other very much in the way. To get a walk or chat with Miss Baird now one had to see her several days ahead ind make an appointment. There bad been no very bad weather since the Barrys came, and she rarely missed her weekday exercise of a three tramp Bach afternoon, and the man who walked with her need not hope to saunter, much less to "spoon." Miss Baird was ''out for busineas," as Dana said, and it waa quick march, 120 to the minute, Mid a good, swinging stride from start Co finish. 6. "While he yet spake, behold, a bright cloud overshadowed them, and, behold, a voice out of the cloud, which said, This is My beloved Son, in whom I am well pleased. Hear ye Him." He is the true tabernacle and temple and pillar of cloud. He is the fulfillment of all that Moses was to Israel or wrote for them. He is the end of the law for righteousness to every one that believeth. ' He is the Prophet of all prophets, the Messenger of God as none other ever was or can be, and God said to Moses concerning Him, "Whosoever will not hearken unto My words, which He shall speak in My name, I will require it qf him" (Deut. xviii, 18, 19). This is the second time that the Father testified from heaven as to His delight in His Son, but now He adds the command, "Hear ye Him." We are not to hear what men think or say about Him, but to hear Him, and that is to hear God Himself, for the Father told Him what to say (John xil, 49). Responsibility is a word of »z syllables, love is a word of bat one. Yet the distance between them is very much greater than the difference in time it takes to write them.—Lutheran. "It is my own doing," ho says. "If I had set my foot down firmly years ago, she would have learned and forgiven, but it's too late now—too late." "May I help you to steak?" be asked in courteous tones. "I fear you are very tired this morning, Fanny. You had a grand time last night though. Yon never missed a dance, did you?" As he is passing Major Barry's quarters tbe storm door flies open anrf tret oomes tbe senior battalion commander himself, gray mustached, keen eyed, spare of flesh, alert and vigorous. "Ha, Turner," he says; "well met! Have you heard any particulars? Do you know what we're to do?" Endeavor Jotting*. Cincinnati proposes to send a large delegation to Nashville, 1898, to work and talk for Cincinnati, 1899. /ji "I? Why bow odd that would be! I never do miss a dance. That'a one of tbe advantages of having ao many old friends among the young offioers." There are in Wisconsin and Illinois 29 Welsh Christian Endeavor societies, with 1,600 members. They have formed a Welsh Christian Endeavor anion. "I'll tell ber," say a Turner. "She'll be disappointed, of coarse, bnt come again some other time. Any news of the office?" "Mora," be said, "be so kind as to ran op and tell Mrs. Turner not to hurry if ebe'a tired, but that I'm on a garrison oourt this morning and must have my breakfast at once." "But you must be hungry, dear. Won't you try to eat something?" "I've beard nothing, major, except a rumor of trouble at the South Cheyenne agency." "Oh. Mr. ifnpnnrd, would you mind bringing me « giant of vxitcrf" by the stove." Bnt instead of going on down to the store the fellow was still prowling somewhere there in the dark across the road, and dark it was as Erebus. No! He's coming across—coming stealthily, too, for the footfalls, though audible, told that the prowler was tiptoeing as well as he could in heavy, triple soled boots. What could that mean? The railroad rate to Nashville, 1888, has been definitely decided by several railroad associations. It will be a one fare rate from all points and retarn. "What is there?" she asked languidly. "Steak, stewed potatoes. Bah I Scrambled eggs, oold—rolls ditto. I wish those children next door wouldn't make such a noise. Captain Turner," she went on, toying with her coffee spoon, "did yon aee that gown of Mrs. Gregg's last night? It was one she had made in Chicago—|800 if it cost a cent. Now you know perfectly well she can't afford that sinoe the failure of their bank." "Why, yes, dr. There's quite a little stir there. It seems a gang of the southern Cbeyennes have bad a row with their agent and have been playing the mischief about their reservation. The agent has wired for troops, and if they are sent from Leavenworth and Gibson they say the Indians will jump. Spring has set in down there. The chief believes that in that event we'll be called upon to head them off." "Indeed! Well, the colonel has just sent me word that our battalion is to be put in readiness for immediate field service, and a scrimmage is coming sure." Then Mrs. Barry was becoming interested in Maynard's devotious. When she first arrived at the post and knew him and beard him referred to as "Mrs. Turner's latest," she was not disposed to like him. She had heard of Mrs. Turner, bnt never before had been stationed at the same post with her. She forgot at first that every young fellow on reporting for duty at regimental leadquarters was immediately "annex - ad" by this fair, volatile and would be routbful matron. She forgot until laughiugly reminded by Mrs. Stannard that Hunter, Daua, Hollis—almost all the boys in fact—had served their apprenticeship. Blake, the regimental jester, said that plebebood in the regiment had its infallibly visible signs just *s it had at West Point. In the —th the most prominent symptom was damjing ittendance on Mrs. Turner. But Mayuard had barely been well settled down into the traces—had served much less than half the allotted twelvemonth— when the Barrys came to the post, and with them this bluo eyed, fair haired, peachy cheeked little Puritan maid, and Mrs. Turner's sway became uncertain, nhe still assumed airs of proprietorship —Maynard still had to call for and escort her to the weekly hops, and only the uight before, seeing him making for the outer air in the midst of the dance, although she was leaning on tho arm of a partner at the moment, she called after her "orderly," as Blake designated her successive victims, and languidly spoke, "Oh. Mr. Maynard, would you mind bringing me a glass of water?" and then when he obediently turned and presently appeared with a brimming goblet, *he sipped a ripple or two from the surface, and, ignoring her partner for the moment, murmured, "Where were you going?" Wiping her bands on her apron, the Irish maid of all work proceeded on bar mission. She was back in a moment. "The missus says not to wait. 81m'11 be down directly," was ber reportSecretary Baer has been invited by the British council to cross tbe Atlantio and to attend the next British national convention, which will be held in Glasgow in May. 6, 7. "And when the disciples heard It they fell on their face and were sore afraid. And Jesus came and touched them and said, Arise and be not afraid." So He or His angel did to Daniel, and He Himself surely did to John on I'atmos (Dan. viii, 18; x, 18; Rev. i, 17). He gives His people no cause to fear. Why is it that we have so many fears? How we must grieve Him! He says that He will never remember our sina It shows great lack of confidence in Him for us to fear or to think that He will. He says that we are blessed with all spiritual blessings in Him. It is surely dishonoring to Him for us to question it. He tells us that since He so loved us as to give Himself for us He can therefore withhold no good thing. Faith just believes it, and is happy because He says so. CHAPTER II. When the little two company post of Fort Fred Wiuthrop was broken up, Major Barry of the —th cavalry was left without a command, and so was sent to the headquarters of the regiment at Russell. The junior major, Stannard, was already there, but eijjht troops had been crowded within the rickety fenced inclosure, and that gave each major four troops—what was then called a battalion. Stannard swore a little after his explosive fashion. lie had been second in command ever since their return from the Sioux campaign of 1876, and he hated to see an officer come in between him and the top. Not that be disliked Barry. They wero on very good terms, though not exactly intimate. But Barry's coming necessitated a general shaking up as to quarters, for he had to turn out a senior captain in order tu get the house to which his rank entitled him, and there were several more midwinter morings as a consequence. "I'm sorry," he said, "heartily sorry, bnt yon all know Mrs. Barry is an invalid, and I have to liud comfortable quarters for ber." "Very welL Bring me whatever is randy," Mid Turner briefly and sat him down it the table. It is significant of the growth of Christian Endeavor in Ireland that at a county rally, the mid-Ulster rally, there came together recently more than 800 visiting delegates. From his post at the fence opposite the open space at the side of the bouse, Maynard listened, breathless. The footfalls ceased, but still no form oonld be seen. Then a strange thing happened. He could have sworn he heard in hoarse whisper her name, "Nathalie." Straining his ears, he heard it, beyond possibility of doubt, again. But she remained immovable, except that now her face was turned upward as though she were communing with the spirits of those she loved who had been taken from earth. Marveling, wondering, stricken with a jealous dread, Maynard felt that he was growing suddenly cold, that his knees were trembling, or was it a shiver? "May the Lord deliver us from a winter campaign," says Turner anxiously. "Well, I'll tell Mrs. Turner. Wish yon good luck in catching the runaways. How many are still out?" "Then you've noticed it," answered the There bad been alively bop the night before, and Joy was unooufined. A dozen pleasant people had driven out from Cheyenne. The music was capital. Half n dozen young officers from other posts were visiting at Russell. Half a dozen young ladiee from the distant east were visiting relatives and friends among the officers' families in the garrison. Many of the ladiee of the —th cavalry were charming "society" women, many were pretty and attractive, several were wealthy and able to display stunning toilets, and nearly all were graceful and Moompliabed dancers. As a oonsequence anywhere from 80 to 40 couples were to be seen on the polished floor of the hoproom, and visiting olSeers from other regiments promptly owned that when it eame to "bopping" the —th oould put up the prettiest dance in the army. Turner was studying the advertisements hard and made no answer. inwilld. nal, by the elders of her village church —elders, several of whom came, as did her paternal ancestors, from the old Scotch Covenanters. That she dearly loved music and had a quick and accurate ear was manifest the moment she opened her pretty mouth and gave voice to her favorites. So, too, was it apparent that all her childhood and young maidenhood had been spent under the strict tutelage of the descendants of a Puritan ancestry to whom a smile npon the Sabbath day was akin to sacrilege. One of Mrs. Barry's amusing stories, told when Nathalie was out for her daily exercise, was of tho girl's dismay and distress when, the very first Sunday after their arrival at Russell, the band played its jolliest "double time" for the detail's marching out to guard inount. ing. "She ran to her room and stopped her ears," said Mrs. Barry, laughing at ; the remiuisccnoe, "and conld not be induced to come to the window and watch tho ceremony, nor would she come out ; of her room until I assured her the band i had gone back to barracks. She should have been named Prudeuce or Rachel or ! Patience or Charity. How on earth j could such a little Puritan have come by the name of Nathalie. One would imagine Sunday to be a day of penance j with her. I'm sure she is shocked to see \ the major opening his morning paper snd readirg his letters. Sometime a letter from her old home comes to her , on Sunday, but she puts it away until Monday morning. I never have her read to me 011 Sunday. She goes to service morning and evening, reads her Bible and some very edifying church library volumes between times and is so solemn, not to say lugubrious, that I am heartily sorry when Saturday night comes and correspondingly rejoiced when the sun goes down- on Sunday. Then she can smile again. Think what her childhood must have been." Solemn and sedate pa she had been taught to be on Sunday there was no | question as to her elasticity and health 1 and spirits the rest of the week. She skimmed away over the prairie fast and free, glorying in the upland breeze, the rare and exhilarating atmosphere, the radiant sunshine and her own exuberant ro"Ctiu1 ritolitv 44TTnw fhftt Tl could dance if she only would danoet" said Mr. Tommy Hollis, whose highest idea of garrison life was a german every week and a bop every night. Up at Wintbrop all the officers were married, and, this being her first experience i*i army life, Nathalie was very ; shy and constrained. She thought both men and women frivolous in the ex: treme, utterly laclflug in that serious, meditative quality which at her home I was accepted as evidence of a religions j nature and a reasonable hope of ultimate salvation JCldar aha wu "And bis pay isn't as big as youri by one fogy," she went on. Then as he was still silent she queried, "Is it?" THE HORSE SHOW. "Oh—ah! Is it what?" "Eight, sir; so I'm told at the office. Then I'll say good morning." ifnd Mr. Maynard starts to go. Old Bert Sheldon has trotted SO heats In B:16X, which Is his reoord. "1 wish you would listen to me instead of losing yourself in that stupid paper, Captain Turner. I asked whether Captain Gregg's pay was not less than yours by a fogy or so." Miss Flnley, 8:09x, by Theron, holds the Taunton (Maaa.) half mile track reoord kt 8:1034. But a soft, silvery voice, a voice utterly unlike the petulant tones so recently heard at the breakfast table, comes from behind the portiere that hangs from the archway between the parlor and dining room and halts him at the threshold. Mrs. J. H. Oonklyn has driven eight different horses miles In 8:80 or better the past season. "Very probably. He entered service some years after I did and is nearly 15 years younger." 8. "And whon they hod lifted up their eyes they saw no man save Jesus only." What a powerful life word this is, and what peace and victory to see Jesus only in redemption, and in sanctification, as we will see .Jesus only as the center of all the glory of heaven! In redemption and daily life our temptation is to see feelings and experiences and people, but thus there Is no rest. We must see that Ills finished work is all that God asks and that we need, and His word all the assurance that is necessary, and learn to sing always "Behold, God is my salvation." Marcus Daly's colts won $15,875 all toM the past season. China Silk and Limerick were "the stable." But Turner talks from behind his paper. He has finished his breakfast, all but the cup of steaming ooffee with whioh she has at last supplied him. "Don't look back, Mr. Maynard. I'm simply a fright this morning, but I couldn't help speaking to you. I'm so sorry you can't be here at 11. Come this afternoon, if you get back in time, won't you? Come at 8. That'll give you an hour before stables. Do." J. J. Moran has bought a ranch near Anaconda, Mon., and will open up • public training stable there. The next instant there came the sound of sudden snap or crack, then a bounding and rolling, as of a pebble, down the shingle roof of the into the tin gutter that edged it. Startled from her reverie, frightened she knew not at what, the girl instantly fell back and pulled down the shade. Maynard could stand it no longer. Bounding out into the road, he hurled himself upon the tall, dim, but burly figure—a man whose hat was pulled down over his eyes and whose coat collar was up about his ears. "Who are you and what are yon doing here?" ho fiercely demanded. For just about three seconds the advantage of a surprise was his. Then he felt himself suddenly hurled backward, tripped and flung with overpowering, stumyng force upon the icy roadway. His head struck the solid earth with a crack that sent a thousand stars dancing before his eyes, and when be scrambled dizzily to bis feet the muscular intruder had vanished. Klamath holds the Santa Ana (CaL) track reoord at 8:10. Before Cookee set It In the even notch It waa 8:1 IK- "What did you think of that gown of Mrs. Gregg's? She had it made only two months ago—two monlbs after their bank broke. Seems to .me mighty qneer she should be 'swelling' in such extravagant style. Mrs. Raymond thinks so too." And bops were thing* Mrs. Turner dearly loved. Tea years the junior of bar solemn looking spouse, she bad married when only 18, bad never borne him aoo or daughter, bad been with the regiment in tbe aonth just after the great war, in Nebraska when they were guarding tbe track layers of tbe Union Pacific, in Arizona daring that four yean exile, in Kansas on their return and was now facing, with the sisterhood, tbe akin scorching Wyoming blisxarda, and bemoaniag whea alone with her lord tbe horrid effect of tbe daaaling nni aod blasting gales upon her once peaoblike complexion Among Levi Patterson of Carbondale, Pa., has purchased Benlda, 2:14)*, from Silas Jouee of Scran ton; price reported, $1,000. Maynard hesitated. "I'd like to awfully, Mrs. Turner," be says, "but I— I've got an engagement at that hour. " Mrs. Barry was indeed 1111 invalid. She lay for hours every day on a couch especially prepared for her, rarely even drove in tbe opeu air and was in bed every night by 9 o'clock. Her maiu entertainment consisted in being read to, and this duty was divided between her devoted husband and her companion, Miss Nathalie Baird. Mrs. Barry was essentially a gentlewoman, courteous and considerate by nature, and refined with that almost ultra refinement that is the product of long protracted physical suffering. The few relatives left to Miss Baird considered her a very fortunate girl when she was offered the position of companion to Mrs. Barry, even though the salary was not large, and indeed her lot, for an orphan girl practically homeless, was anything but a hard oue. 1). "And as they eainc down from the mountain Jesus charged them, suying, Tell tho vision to no limn until the Son of Man be risen again from the dead." Even if we may ivut fully understand, we may be sure that there was some very good reason for this charge (Ezek. xiv, 38). It is not always for us to understand, but always to obey (Isa. 1, 19). The other disciple* at the foot of the mount with their difficulty is suggestive of many difficulties that shall not be solved till He shall come; but more faith might solve more. Meantime we must pay taxes cheerfully lest we «ive offense. A. K. Miller, H. Miller, William Obert and Frank Obert, Lehlgbton, Pa., have bought Big Timber, 9:18. The price WM 1700. "Ah, yes!" answers Mrs. Turoer. "No need to say where. 1 know who's expecting you at the Barrys*. I'm positively getting jealous, Mr. Maynard." Turner's eyes are glued to tbe columns of Tbe Ijeader. He is apparently deaf to any comments on Mrs. Gregg's costume. Prince Lavallard, the gray xon of Ijfivallard, was one of the most "useful" trotters campaigned on eastern tracks ttw past season. Tbe yoang fellow's oheeks are burning with a flush that is not caused by the buffetings of the Wyoming winds. "I'll be glad to come almost any other time yon say, Mrs. Turm-r. I'm sure it's very good of you. But pardon me, woo't yon? Tbe patrol is saddling at the stable, aod 1 mast harry down there." "Don't you think so?" persists Mrs. Turner, determined to extract an opinion from ber liege. Sweepstakes, dam of Star Pointer, Hal Pointer, Sky Pointer and Cloud Pointer, Is now 27 years old. Therefore she was 19 when her greatest son was foaled. "Why—I'm sure I baven't given tbe matter any thought. It's none of our affair, you know. Doubtless they have means that were not involved in tbe crash of that particular bank." Joe Hanion, the boy who rubs Robert J, says that Gentry bit the tip of Robert's ear off because ho was mad at him for going the 1 Detter mile over the Syracuse half mile track. She has no time to fire another shot before be is out of tbe hoase and slamming tbe storm door behind hitu. Then she comes into tbe parlor and peers out of the window as though to see whether be goes at ouce to stables or stops, as she more than half believes he will, at the Barrys'. The captain is palling on his "arctics" in the hallway and presently appears at the door, looping the frogs of bis heavy far lined coat—a coat that had once been a handsome garment, bat is old and worn and shabby now. "Over home a few minutes. I have no danoes now, you know, until after supper." CHRISTIAN ENDEAVOR. ber garrison and Cbeyenne intimates and acquaintances, however, Fanny Turner bad no such admission to make. 8h« oould not help seeing, she said, the havoo played with the cuticle of tbe Other ladies. Even their bride, the lovely blond, Mrs. Billy Ray, had completely lost, said Mrs. Turner, tbe delioate bloom and softness of ber fair white skin. "But as far me," she continued, "I declare it seems to make no difference whatever." "They haven't," interposes Mrs. Turner. "Mrs. Wallace is from Cleveland and knows all Mrs. Qregg's people, and ebe says they lost every penny." " You won't find a soul tip at the Barrys', unlessyon've mado an appointment. Have you?" Topic For the Week Beginning April 17. Comment by Rev. S. II. lDoyle. Topic.—Lessons from great missionaries.— Arts xiii, 1-8, 13-88, 42-62. W. H. Richfield of Lexington, Ky., at one time part owner of Monbars, will have charge of the trotters which were recently purchased by the government of Japan.— Horseman To be Continued "Oh, well, Qregg has something outside bis pay," says Turner, shraggiug bis shoulders and sinking down into his cbair. He bates theee perennial comments and criticisms on tbe affairs of his brother officers and tbeir families, but he still loves bis shallow pate of a wife and can't bear to rebuke ber. This, too, is her table talk. She has no other. Of Courne, "None whatever, Mrs. Turner," answered Maynard, flushing with annoyance and embarrassment. "Nor did I think of going there." "The enemy," a little Boston girl read, "was repulsed only by related—by rei peated .Sarahs." Christianity is essentially a missionary religion. The mission of the Christian church, as marked out by its Head and Founder, is a worldwide mission. All nations are to be led to Christ, and the only way by which this can be done is for the disciples of Christ to go as missionaries and tell all men the story of Jesus and His love. This has been done from the earliest days of Christianity. This thirteenth chapter of the Acts of the Apostles tells the story of the origin and beginning of the first great missionary movement under the iloly Ghost and Paul, by which the Roman empire was to be led to Christ. Paul was the greatest of the early followers of Christ. He consecrated his life to missions. Many of Christianity's great men have done the same thing since. From their lives we may learn useful and important lessons as to what is necessary to successfully carry forward God's work, whether at home or abroad. V of the Globe (or I rheumatism! ■ XTEUXULftXA and OompUlnU, I and prepared under tbs stringent LGERMAN MEDICAL Km prMoribad by emlne-t phyriclami^^W KM OR. RICHTEIfS *151 ANCHOR [PAIN EXPELLERJ I World renowned! Remarkably soecesaf nil 1 ■only (fpnolno with Trade Mark " Anchor,"■ ■F. Ad. Bfcfctor Av*, 215 PrariSt., New Tort. ■ 1 31 HI6HEST AWARDS. D2 13 Bamoh Houses. Own Glauwork*. ■ fc 23&5JWA Kadorsed A r-jcommKoUed b; J A GO GUck, SON. Ma'n 8t.; J H- Honck. 4 N. Main St.; Drrer ■k & Peek, 3 Luz Av * - JM Pittston met. IUI1 ■ She had been teaching in the village school and leading a lite of almost thankless drudgery. Her health was suffering. Slid had not even nourishing food, boarding around, lirpt in one family, then in another, in that narrow New England circle, and she hailed with delight the chango that took her to the broad, free frontier, to a' little army home where there were sympathy, kindliness and comfort. Her duties were light, She read aloud from books of Mrs. Barry's selection each morning from 10 to 12, but was given most of the afternoon for exercise and recreation. From 2 to 4 the major himself sat by the side of the gentle invalid, and in the evening, as a rule, both were with her. Mrs. Barry's tastes were scholarly, and the morning readings were a liberal education to the village girl whose previous life had been so cramped and restricted. She proved most faithful—indeed most grateful. She grew and thrived and blossomed in the society of ber protectors and friends. She grew to love Mrs. Barry as she bad loved none "That is not in tho book, teaoher. " said the "I think you are very mean to want to leave me the moment you've had pour danoe. You haven't been as kind as you were before Miss Baird came. Come, Mr. Crane," she said, turning to her nartner with an air of patient, pathetic, bnt undeserved sorrow, ".bet 03 go and sit down somewhere. I don't think I care to dance this set." 1 am well aware of that," said the ' child, ''but 1 have been taught to avoid the use of such diminutives as Sally."— I Cincinnati Enquirer. Certainly, nnder the light of the lamps and candles of tbe boproom, her oosnplexion seemed as peachy as on her Wadding day, 18 years gone by. Bat there were a dozen women in garrison Who were ready to explain and account tor that "No one in this regiment," •aid the colonel's wife, "can approach Fanny Turner in tbe art of 'making up.' She's 83 if she's a week old, and she danoes and dresses and decorates as though she were not 80." All of which was practically true. Spoiled and petted by an overindulgent mother In her girlhood, Fanny bad no Idea of any will or way but her own when she married Captain Turner. He bad fallen deeply in love with her when home wounded after Cedar Creek W«n8M. Ha was the hero of "There were at least half a dozen bills came in their mail two days ago," persists madam presently. "I couldn't help seeing them when the orderly came here with my letter from Kate. If I had so many bills coming in, yoa'd be frantia I don't see bow she can stand being dunned in that way. I couldn't." "I think Mrs. Barry ought to pat a stop to that affair before it goes any further," says Mrs. Turner, whereat tbe captain becomes sphinxlike and inscrutable. Apparently he hasn't heard. "Neither of them has a cent in the world exoept his second lieutenant's pay," she goes on, and Turner finds himself rummaging through his pockets as tlTougb in search of some much needed article, for be still has nothing to say. Then she turns and faces him. "Don't you?" she asks. The Martial Spirit. i reckon war'U be timely, Ker thf boys o' tender yenrs Air studyin 'bout the .soldier Who wuz "dyin in Algiers." And Maynard strode away across the iark parade toward the distant lights of officers' row, feeling as though he must have inflicted something akin to heartache on a winsome and appealing woman, yet vaguely conscious that he ought not to be held to the species of servitude or subjected to the surveillance which seemed to be his lot since falling within the sphere of Mrs. Turner's attractions. His own quarters were well down toward the east end of the row. Major Barry's were just as far toward the west, but no sooner was be beyond the range of the hoproom lights than the young officer veered totho wast mu) and nrnwiitlv hrnnaht Thiit "poldier o* the legion"— For tile school commencements fine— Tin teller '1 born Ht Bmgen," Which wu/. soniewhars "on the Rhine." Again the captain seeks shelter behind his conventional bombproof—the paper—and strives to avoid the discussion.An all o' them fir think in How they 'II holler high an low 'Bout the I mi tile fought on Linden When the dun wuz uinkin low. "Well," be answers slowly, "I've had to once or twice. Don't you remember?""Could you?" she asks. "Don't I what?" he replies, in simulated ignorance. He is fencing for time. An the curfew's rtpht onsteady, But they're holdiu it in check. An the boy is gittin ready Ter lDe burnt up on the deck! "Now, Captain Turner, I know you heard what 1 asked. You always behave in this absurd way when what I am thinking and talking about doesn't happen to suit you. I said neither Mr. Maynard nor Miss Baird bad a cent. "I might have known you'd remind me of that," she answers, with tears in ber voioe if not in her eyes. "1 was— rnucb lea experienced then." Even to ihe* lias* lead Mm Tamer doe* not liha 60 I reckon war'll be timely, An they'll sail inter the fight, But I hopes that orful curfew Ain't agoiu ter ring ternightl —Atlanta Constitution. 1. From great missionaries we may learn to submit ourselves to God. This is characteristic of all great missionaries. They submitted themselves en- |
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