Pittston Gazette

              KutaMUhed 1880. / POL. XLTlIIMo. 4« \ Oldest Newspaper in the Wyoming Valley. PITTSTON, LUZERNE COUNTY, PA., FRIDAY, MAY 20, 1898. A Weekly Local and Family Journal. j«1.00 a Tear Id Advance* I could plainly see—au H and W rapturous tones—was a youth whom Maynard had never seen before, yet recognized at once as tbe new young man who in March had come to teach tbe village school, to whose humble salary he had already pledged himself to subscribe, and that tbe master had been teaching to good effect and somethiug far more sweet and thrilling than grammar and rhetoric was apparent at a glance. A black coat sleeve slid about tbe slender white waist when Maynard was not ten yards away, and then, all blushes and confusion, the pair started at his cheery salutation. ARMY J TVmn jf t A&tfy "A few days later tliis sauie man waylaid Miss Baird away out on the prairie. She came home looking badly unnerved, yet that very night late stole out of the bouse and met him and probably gave him money. Again they met, though she would uo longer venture out oa the prairie. He dared to come into the post after the garrison had taken the field. Again he demanded money and got it—all she had left. Mrs. Barry told me that Miss Baird had-so confessed to her. All this had been seen by ladies, officers and soldiers, and people declared this rough looking man to be her lover, and her good name suffered. Shortly afterward, early one morning, au Irish saloon employee came out to the post, shouting aloud that be had a letter for the young lady at Major Barry's, and she came down to bim, and a little later walked three miles to town where the writer of the letter was lying, wounded in some fight the night before, and he again demanded money of her, and she sent away out to the post for $25, and then they let her go. Her health bad suffered seriously, as had her good name. The Barrys begged her to reveal the name and wbertebouts seemed to nave taken root at tne iort. Turner's grim, sad, sallow face grew longer than ever, and even more than ever did he seem to withdraw from the society of his fellows. He, too, was thankful to get away from the post and into the field. luck. If all the horse thieves from L»aramie to Lander, from Rawlins to Rawhide butte, ain't here in caucus assembled, may I never straddle a Kentucky bred horse again as lung as I live. Gregg's quadrupeds are all on t'other side of cauip. We'll corral them first, then you and I'll pay these gentlemen a social call. We can't do anything to them, you know, because military interference isn't tolerated in the terri- least, that her course was justmed by the circumstances and would ultimately have been justified in Ronald's eyes but for Gertrude's utterly uulooked for and incomprehensible defection. Had she but remained faithful to her schoolgirl fondness for Ronald be would have been in honor bound, and over the resultant dovecot would Grace have hovered, its self appointed, self sufficient guardian angel. But with Gertrude the first to bolt there was an end to any semblance of obligation on Ronald's part. to bring yon back so soon." THE SUNDAY SCHOOL. "It said—it's about"— But even now she conld not trust herself to speak his name. Her eyes were dilating, her soft cheeks flushed. "Mrs. Barry," she impulsively asked, "is it so? Did yon know his sister was very ill—and he'd been sent for?" LESSON VIII, SECOND QUARTER.INTER- NATIONAL SERIES, MAY 22. Up to tbe time the last of the regiment marched from Russell no trace bad been found of the runaway burglars, but their duped accomplices, Michael and Bridget, had had their trial, been found guilty of complicity at least and were "doing time" at Laramie. All doubt as to how the fire started was at an end. Tbe generally acoepted theory was that when Mike threw away the match with which be lighted his cigar it dropped, still glowing, in the dust close to the basket in which Bridget kept her kindling. Tbe fierce draft through cracks and crevioes fanned its feeble glow into a blaze as the preciouB pair left the premises. The blaze had reached tbe tinder. The basket of chips was soon afire. The flames leaped to the table, the dry, rough boarded partition and then the bracket lamp of brittle glass, filled with forbidden kerosene, and that, bursting, deluged tbe woodwork with liquid fire. This was the explanation accepted by tbe duly organized board of survey. Everything connected with tbe excitement of the springtide, therefore, had been practically settled, except tbe perennial squabbles in which Mrs. Turner was a factor and the question of Nathalie Baird's relationship to the lamented Boston, who had disappeared as though from tbe face of the earth. Text of the Lmmh. Math, xxv, 31-46—Mem. ory Verses, 34-46--Golden Text, Math. XTl, 87—Commentary by the Kev. 1D. M, Stearns. "Not until very lately, Kat." Without ever throwing 6tf her hat and gloves the girl was again on her knees and gazing searchingly into the gentle face on the pillow. ' y \ \ f X -»W/ [Copyright, 1898, by D. M. Stearns.] 31. "When the Son of Man shall com# In His glory and all the holy angels with Him, then shall He sit upon the throne of His glory." Concerning the coming of the Sou of Man in glory see also Math, xvi, 87; xxiv, 30, and compare Zech. xiv, 5, 9; Jude xiv, 16. We must keep In mind that up to this time In our Lord's mln* istry there was no command to go to every creature, but only to Israel, and that the beginning and end of the story of th4 church, which is His body, Is foundchiefly in the Acts, the epistles and Revelation. The ohurch, or called ont company from all nations, being His body, we would expect to find Him in His body when He slti upon His throne, and these are the assurance* given us In CoL 111. 4, and Rev. 1U, SSI, where we are told that when Christ our life shall appear we shall appear with Him in glory and sit with Him on His throne. We are also told in I Cor. vi, 2, that we shall judge the world, and this Is in accord with Ps. oxlix, 6-U. That the Son of Man shall come In glory Is as certain as that He onoe came in humiliation. She bad faced bim unflinchingly when at last brought to bay and told that she had concealed from bim tbe fact of Gertrude's engagement. She admitted it and declared that it was her wrath at Gertrude that prompted it. She felt that purely out of pique because of Ronald's indifference tbe girl had temporarily taken up with another admirer, but that it was nothing more than a fancy from which Grace oould wean her when once again she resumed her sway at home. But Grace had been away too long. Tbe young man bad come to stay, and another of her former vassals bad declared independence. "Who wrote?" she asked. " Why, Gertrude, I'm just in time to tender congratulations, which 1 do with all my heart, Mr. Crowe," said he, cordially extending bis hand. "He did—to Major Barry. I can't call him colonel yet. You know he had written to you before, and your torn by your own directions only comes"— erous, magnanimous, and make no allusion to this, I know you know it, and 1 can be wife to uo man." CHAPTER XVII. It was taken somewhat gingerly. Tbe happy man could not at once frame his reply. Gertrude rose to tbe occasion. "He only wrote when he sent poor Harry's old silk bag with aunty's picture and—that hateful money. Where did he write from?" Contrary to explanation, Ronald Maynard did not apply for leave of absence when once more fully able to move about Miss Maynard bad gone at last, • peremptory summons from her father being given aa the cause, be needing her servioes and receiving benefit from them far more than did bis sou. Colonel and Mrs. Atberton were borne from Chioago and regimental work went briskly on. Four troops bad been warned for duty in tbe Big Horn country and wave pack ing for tbe start. Major and Mia Stanaard were still tbe guests of tbe A titertons; but, insurance matters being settled, Mrs. Stannard was soon to depart for tbe east to replenish her wardrobe. Everybody in tbe —tb, from colonel down to tbe children, was making very muob at Maynard, or would have done so but for tbe profound sadness and melaooboly that seemed to oppress bim. He was able to ride every day. He went about bis drills and duties, but be could not be ooaxed to tbe bops and da noes and concert*. His father was very ill, be said, and failing so fast that he, Ronald, could take no part in garrison gayetiea. He went to Dana, whose troop was to go to tbe field, and offered to exchange with bim, but Dana loved field duty and would none of it. Tbe Barrys, with Miss Baird, bad Journeyed down tbe Mississippi and over to Ha TMuOnd were now resting among tbe pines of southern Alabama, and, except by Mrs. Gregg, tbe famous night of burglaries was rarely mentioned in tbe press Of otber topios of more recent interest, when one evening new impetus was given to tbe whole matter by tbe tidings ttaat a famous thief catcher bad ooma out from the east armed with requisitions for the silent pair of professionals in Jail, whom be reoogniaed by tbe descriptions sent to tbe polioe of tbe big cities as prominent members of a gang that despoiled a great metropolitan bank two years before. If discharged for lack of evidence in Wyoming, they would be instantly rearrested on this otber charge. What she meant by ties of his own other than those that drew bim to the father and sister at home he did not understand. Never for a moment did he dream that Grace bad gone so far as to make Nathalie believe that there was a love affair—an engagement with some girl whom he had known long before bis meeting with her. What must be dooe was to find that man Boston if alive or tbe proofs of it if he were dead, and ou this matter he talked long and eagerly with Cook, who could give little enoouragement. "Well, we've been wondering when you would—condescend, Ronald, and I"— "From her home. Shetis very ill." "Then he won't be coming here?" And the blue eyes were glancing pleadingly one minute, then hiding their •nowy lids the next. "Condescend, Gertie? Why, this is the first I knew of it." "It is? Why, I wrote to Grace weeks ago while she was with you and told bar to tell you first thing." "I don't see how he can be—com ins. Nat." And Grace had got that letter, for he saw the envelope and knew tbe superscription and remembered how suddenly and precipitately she had left the room. Graoe had got that letter and never yet had told bim. What could have been her object? Why should she have been silent? She knew his whole heart was wrapped up in Nathalie Baird and that, except in a kind and friendly way, Gertrude was nothing to him. Why should she have concealed this? The bright color faded from the rounded cheeks and left them piteoualy white. of this stranger that they might put an end to his blackmailing, but she implored tbem to do nothing, ask for nothing. She had given her word not to betray bim. But, Mr. Williams, she implored Mrs. Barry to send her home here because this was the one place that fellow dare not follow her. There can be but one explanation. He has committed here or hereabouts some crime. He is a fugitive from justice, and that brave, devoted girl, for old time's sake and the love she bears those who were good to her in bygone days, is shielding bim to this day to tbe detriment of her own peace, happiness and reputation. Mr. Williams, will you lift the burden from her life and tell me who this man is or was?" Then, disnuYuntlnq, Ray and Maynard And so, with both ber former subjects in revolt, Grace's home life seemed grown even narrower, sadder than ever. With her loved father gona she bad little to do but brood over the past and bewail the present. People, good, cburohgoing neighbors, began to speak of ber as imbittered and morbid and to upbraid her in all kindliness of spirit because she became lax in attendance at prayer meetings and the like, and all tbe time the poor woman was asking herself what would Ronald say if he ever learned that she had actually joined forces with that empty headed, frivolous creature at Fort Russell in war against the good name of Nathalie Baird. knelt be vide the dyinu man. tories except in case of Indians. Like as not we'd stir up some sheriff among these fellows and he'd spring the law on us. We're uo posse comitatUB, but yonder's our horses all tbe same. Just dismount, you men, till the moon gets behind that cloud," he continued, at which the foremost troopers noiselessly slipped out of saddle, and all the long column followed suit. "He has been lovely to yon, Nathalie," murmured her friend, caressing now the restless little hand as it found its way into hers. "If he should want you to do something for him—who risked his life to save yours—who never rested until he bad rescued your good name, too—would you it?" "If Miss Baird has no idea what baa beoouie of bim, I'm sure I haven't," I said the man from Denver with cold ; blooded, matter of fact and professional bl untnegs. "You dropped on to a mighty good piece of evidence by a streak of -very good luck, Mr. Maynard. Perhaps your luck will hold out still longer. I hope it may." 32. "And before Him shall be gathered ill nations, and He shall separate them one from another, as a shepherd divideth sheep from the goats." In the oontext of the passages quoted concerning His coming in glory we cannot but notice that the Spirit always speaks of deliverance for Israel and judgment upon her enemies and blessing for her friends, and that is just the story here, in perfect accord with the testimony of the prophets, "Surely the liord God will do nothing, but He revealeth His secret unto His servants, the prophets" (Amos ill, 7). Therefore if we would know His purposes we must go to those to whom He has told them. W« therefore Inquire'"Have the prophets said anything about His judging the nations or about sheep and goats?" As we cannot understand the first verse in Testament without a considerable knowledge of the Old, so there are many other things in the New Testament which require ths light of the Old Testament, and this judgment of the nations is one of them. Any one taniillar with Joel ill, Zeph. ill and Ezek. xxxlv will feel almost at home In our lesson and will not confound this judgment of living nations either with ths judgment seat of Christ or that of ths great white throne (Bom. xiv, 10; II Co*, v, 10; Rev. xx, 13), the former for believers only and the latter for the rest of ths dead, who take no part in the first resurrection, at the end of the thousand years. 88, 84. "Come ye blessed of My Father, Inherit the kingdom prepared for you from the foundation of the world." It seems to me that our Lord must have bad ths words in Ezek. xxxlv in His mind, for there we read of sheep and goats, and oI the ill treatment of the diseased and ths sick, and of blessing that shall come to othft- nations through Israel because they were Israel's friends. The blessings of ths church in her oneness with Christ are spoken of as prepared "Before the foundation of the world" (John xvii, 34; I Pet 1, 20; Eph. i, 4), while the blessings of other nations through Israel seem to be "From the foundation of the world" (Bev. xlii, 8; xvll, 8). But without pressing this I only ask that you distinguish between the millennial kingdom of blessing to nations through Israel and the kingdom of God the Father to follow It. They were talking of that very fellow, were Ray and Maynard, tbe day they iorded the Sweetwater and struck out for the southward hills. Maynard couldn't understand, he said, how men dared run off with cavalry horses, because the U S brand on the shoulder would stamp tbem at once as Btolen property. Bnt here the portiere began violent and unaccountable undulations. Nathalie's head was bowed and she couldn't see. Mrs. Barry's eyes were blinded and she wouldn't see. And then all on a sudden Nathalie's words flashed across bis memory: Ten minutes later, as noiselessly and circling well away from the boisterous camp, the troop stole away from the shadowy cauyon, and, favored by the darkening clouds, rode easily around to the southern Bide. Here a dozen men dismounted, and, following Ray and Maynard, crept softly forward, and, speaking in low, reassuring tones to tbe nearest horses of the little herd, went swiftly from one to the otber. Each one recognized as a government "monnt" was quickly secured by a lariat loosely knotted about tbe neck, and tbe transfer of what the captain called the "stawk" back to the care of their old masters waa well nigh complete when out peeped tbe moon again. A mule set up an unearthly bray, a dog barked furiously, and some straggler from tbe band of revelers gave one wild yell of warning, instantly followed by a cry: "Cavalry, by God! Look out, fellers!" All the same he thought it wouldn't and was willing to bet, for Cook had his weaknesses aa well as other men. If be oouldn't find Boston, how would a stripling lieutenant be able to? "Even had you no ties of your own." His steps were slower, his face sadder now by far, but from no chagrin at " What could he ask of me now—after"— faltered the girl. "After yon l of used him?" said Mrs. Barry, a teasing little smile playing about her lipa "It isn't much—provided I go too— It's to go to see his sister."June came and with it a summons that Maynard oould not but have expected, yet that grieved him sorely. "Come at once. Failing fast," were the brief words of his sister's dispatch, and Atberton kindly laid bis hand upon the young officer's shoulder. Anger blazed in bis eyes when he wrung from her tbe admission that she bad told Nathalie Baird that be was virtually engaged to Gertrude Bonner, but it was anger too deep for words. He would have no scene under the roof that so long and until so recently had shel- "God forgive him I God pity him!" was the heartbroken answer. "It is my poor wife's favorite—Nathalie's own oousin—my handsome, reckless boy, Harry," and tbe poor father buried his face in his arms as though, in his pain and misery, be longed to hide it from the world. It was some time before he could speak wi£h sufficient self control, and then he told his story. "Why, bless your heart, Maynard," said Ray, "that's no bar. Stealing government property is no crime in Wyoming or anywhere else on tbe frontier. Besides, all they've got to do is to touch up that brand a little, and tbe U S becomes Otiora toadstool or some otber equally transparent device. But no jury ever convicts a citizen of stealing from Uncle Sam, out in these parts at least. Why, it's a feather in the cap of those fellows to run off our stock, and the gang that did this trick were uo novices, nor were they few in number." Nathalie sprang to her feet "I don't believe"— she began indignantly. "You never were unkind to me before— Mrs. Barry." The words came in a big sob. The tears came raining from her bright blue eyes. Mrs. Barry's arms were outstretched—her heart was filled with dismay and compassion in an instant."I hate to think of this sorrow coming to you after all you've been through, Maynard," he said, "and I would say I hope you may find your father better, but that I fear more than I can hope. At least be has lived to know bow worthily you have borne the name and how proud we all are of you." "Hal u»ud to vow when be was a big, stalwart young fellow and she a t-by little schoolgirl in sunbonnet and short dresses that Nathalie and be were to be married twine day. He was always fond of her, but be was wild as a hawk and invariably in some kind of trouble. He went to Boston to work, aud—I can't tell you the whole story—drink, gambling, appeals to me for money—more drink, more gambling, more appeals for money, more trouble through pool buying, and God knows what all. Then one night he came back here unexpectedly, hunted and fearsome. He bad some talk with Nathalie, for she came in crying. Next day he was gone. Then came the detectives. He had forged my name and his employer's too. He was caught, tried, sentenced to prison, and after a year escaped. That was the last of him until now. Long ago we used to say Nathalie was the only one who could ever influence him, and loug ago she promised his poor mother ever to be a friend to him, and now even to her my sou has been a curse, and through thick and thin she has striven to protect him. My God, but it's hard—it's hard!" "Nathalie, Nathalie, I shouldn't have teased. I was unkind. I never knew it meant so much. Forgive me, dear one. There, there, don't cry. Bun into the parlor. You'll find the letter there somewhere—or something that'll tell you all you want to know." Ah, if tbe father could but bear tbose words, thought poor Maynard as the train swiftly bore him eastward, with what love and prid9 would be not welcome bim now, bis only boy. And that night proved tbe truth of Ray's conjecture. Just before sunset away in among the jagged bills and ravines that hem the Sweetwater valley on the 6oatb the dust begrimed troop baited and dismounted, while Kay held brief converse with the owners of a little "shack, "one of whom the captain knew. He had served his time in the old regiment and, in common with all the other "old bands," would do almost anything for Ray; but uow his tongue was tied. Ob, he bad seen nothing* heard nothing! No horse thieves had been thereabouts. His partner was sure of all these points also, and even if they had seen or heard it would be siguing their own death warrants to tell. No, neither man could give any information. There was a rush for the horses, a volley of oaths and execrations, a scramble for saddles and a show of six shooters, but above all the uproar one voice, furious and merciless, rose dominant. Bat hours before the still swifter train* of the eastern railways whirled him along past Erie's wave and the mirrorlike reaches of the familiar old canal the father's ears were deaf to all earthly music, and Grace was weeping over the wasted hand still clasped in hers. Together, side by side, as chief mourners, walked the brother and sis- And as the girl, half sobbing still, hastened from the room in came Maynard, all dismay. "Curse your traitor bide! This is your doing, Boston." Then followed a shot, a shriek for help, another shot, and then, pistol in hand, Ray dashed forward into the thick of the throng. Bnt Bridget, said the great man, was not one of the original gang. She was a western product, an exile from St. Louis, whither Dungan'i trail had been followed back and his police record thoroughly examined. Mike and his cousin, however, proved game too small (or a hunter of the New York man's caliber. They were merely the oatspaws. The case was to oome up for trial within the week, but with the morrow's son there was excitement in good earnest in the prairie city. With the ease of loog habit the experts had sawed their selfish way out of jail, leaving Mike and Bridget to rage at their defection and to bear alone the odinm of their crime. To the wrath of the eastern official and the stupefaction of the sheriff, the birds had flown and left no trace behind. (•JP/ij/, Gertrude, I amjtmt in time to tender congratulation*.'' thought of bow readily the sweetheart of his schoolboy days had listened to the first pleadings of another love. It was not that he bad lost her. It was that the old, fond faith in the sister be had so iong loved and almost as long revered and served was shattered once and for all. And sbe who stood to welcome him once more to the little home that had been his saw it ere be spoke a single word. "The door was looked. I couldn't get through. I had to stay. I had to hear. Why, didn't you see the portiere shaking?""Never mind," smiled Mrs. Barry, "he's past my comforting. Go quickly and help her find that letter or that— something." "Stop this!" he commanded. "Stop, or, by God, we'll take a hand. Bring up the troop, Mavnard. Grab that lunatic, some of you." jl. 1 \D ■! But with a spring like a oat the "lunatic," his pistol still smoking, threw himself astride a cow pony'and dashed away into the darkness. Some of his gang ran for their horses and followed smit. Others, stupefied, stood gazing up at Ray. Others still were beading aver a groaning, prostrate form. The firelight fell on the pallid, distorted face, and Mayuard knew it at a glance. Here at last was Nathalie's tormentor. Here, ■hot to death, lay Boston. Nathalie bad searched the desk and mantel. She was fumbling for the button of the electrio light as he reached the arched doorway. The heavy curtains fell behind him as the bright, sudden glare responded to her touch, and when she turned to renew the hurried search she saw him, barely arm's length away—no, it oould not have been that far, for despite her struggles, her furious blushes, her fluttering heart and panting breath the little ary, half fright, half joy, with which she greeted him died on her lips—and his. But Ray's dark eyes never left the ex-soldier's face. He read a secret there and was watching bis opportunity. It oame quickly and while the partner was taking a long, long pull at Ray's proffered flask. CHAPTER XVIIL 85, 36. These are good works prepared for all believers at all times, and there are always plenty of opportunities for suoh as are ready. Even Job testified that he delivered the poor and the fatherless and such as bad none to help. 87-89. DVe do not need to keep oount of all the things we do for Him. We only need to hold ourselves ready for any manner of service, wholly at His commandment, and just do as oocasion serve us, as the moments come and go, believing thai He prepares every occasion and notices whether we are watching His way and ready for His every call. Once more was the old post of Fort Russell left to the care of an infantry guard. Once more were the troopers all afield and rejoicing in the vigorous, open air life they led among the billowing foothills, the beautiful, sheltered valleys and the sparkling streams of tbe Big Horn. A summer camp had been established, and with this as the rendezvous and rallying point Athertou was keeping his stalwart horsemen scouting far and near, from the Platte at Fetterman to the Yellowstone away to the north. But Indians were seldom to be found. Sitting Bull and his starving followers were beyond tbe British line, closely watched by the frontier police. Crazy Horse was dead, bayoneted in wild effort to etcapo from his guard. Gall, Rain-in-the-Faoe and other notables of the Sioux Nation had fed fat tbeir ancient grudge against the white soldier wben Custer's hapless column withered away before the fierce blaze of their encircling fire. The little cry vrith which she yreeted him died oh her lips—and his. So Maynard wan right in hi* theory after all. All tlie homeward way he pondered over what he had learned, striving to settle on the plan by which, without bringing further misery to the stricken father, Nathalie's name might be cleared at Russell—her real relation to this outcast and scapegrace estab' lished. If it were only possible to trace the fellow and bring him to book! There would be comfort in that, he thought, for his heart was hot against the scoundrel who could bring such shame to the loving ones at home, such shame and torment and peril to an innocent and almost defenseless girl. Of his own will the father bad given Maynard a written statement of the case to place in Barry's hands, and already Maynard had dispatched it to him, while taking a copy to be used with Afberton at Russell. "There's a camp of 'em right in on the Rawlins trail somewhere about five tered bis father's patient spirit, bat be turned from her in a silence that told her far more than any outburst of reproaches how utterly in his estimation she had fallen. But now Bridget began to give toogne, and a sharp one it proved to be. Hitherto some fear or favor had made bar dumb as to the antecedents of the miles ahead—seven or eight men and about a dozen horses—some of yours, sure," whispered the veteran, and the captain nodded expressively. A word from Ray had sent a dozen troopers in pursuit of the murderer. Another word, and those who remained, stunned and half sobered, were surrounded and held by another squad of blue shirted troopers. Rough yet tender hands bore the sinking man closer to the fire and gave him stimulant. He gazed miserably up one moment, searching their faces as though in hope of some word of encouragement, and his eyes met Maynard'o. He knew him instantly, and his face, beading now with the sweat of agony, took ou an imploring look. He strove to speak, and oue of bis fellows turned and said: He never even wrote to her the particulars of Williams'death. He bundled a newspaper into a wrapper and sent it without comment of any kind, and she read it, little caring what confession he bad made to Ray and Maynard. She beard Gertrude's clear young voice caroling like tbe lark in the joy of her love day after day, and the contrast of her own gloom and desolation weighed more and more heavily upon her. As tbe summer waned and the boughs of the fruit trees began to droop with tbe weight of their ripening load she retired more and more from public view, rarely appearing as of old on tbe village street or speaking masterfully at tbe church societies. She was aging fast and growing ill, and at last it was her aunt who wrote and bade Ronald not to be slow in coming to tbem. THK END. pair and the that drew London In Shakespeare's Time. them together. Now, it seems that, having considerable negotiable booty stored •way, the two had pledged their knightly word to Bridget that they would defray all expenses of her defense and Mike's if they would bnt stoutly deny all previous knowledge of them, and this they had done, claiming to know them only as gentlemen who visited Mike's saloon and were most liberal with their money. Then it transpired that one of them had paid Miss O'Meara flattering attentions — attentions that turned her head and brought her thrice In one week in town, decked in finery that had seen better days and wearers in St Louis. To him, in answer to questions, she told all she knew concerning the valuables of the garrison. The officers and men were all away. Why should not the cracksmen turn an honest penny at their old craft instead of rating here while the big cities were being searched for them? At 9 o'clock, despite tbe long day's march, Ray's men swung readily into saddle again, and tfway they went, every trooper guessing that the quarry was somewhere among those heights to the south and wondering were they like tbeir old time foeiueu, the Indians— die hards to a man. The moon oame floating into the starry sky from behind the screen of old Laramie peak and the wooded range that tumbled across tbe eastward horizon. The night wind went whispering over tbe hills and sifting the dust cloud that hovered above tbe column over the stouted sagebrush, and the jack rabbits trembled and shuddered in tbeir burrows at tbe dull, muffled tread of those 200 hoofs. Two miles away from the "shack" the trail grew steep and tortuous, and Ray bade Maynard follow slowly with the command, while he. With a chosen sergeant, pushed ahead in tbe dim, fairy light and was speedily lost to view. A man could walk westward along Hoi born, and by the time he reached St. Giles' chnrch, where now is Shaftesbury avenue, it would be fields. If he went from Holborn up Gray's Inn lane, by the time he reached King's Cross he would have left London behind him. St Pancras was a rural village. On the Dorth, if be passed through Cripplegate, a few minutes' walk would take him through the suburbs, or if he took the road through Moorgate by the time he had passed the Moorfields and left Finsbury behind him he would very soon encounter one of the farm homesteads which supplied the city with agricultural produce. It follows that life in Shakespeare's London was not the distinctive town life which we associate with the London of today. 40. "And the King shall answer and say unto them, Verily I say unto you, Inas* much as ye have done It unto one of the leant of these, My brethren, ye have done It unto Me." Some of us think that we would have been very glad to have ministered unto Hiui personally If we had lived when He was on the earth. We would have followed Him like the true disciples and have bung upon His words. We would have ministered unto Hliu like those women, and kept open bouse for Him, like Martha and Mary. Let us learn from His own lips in the words of this verse that whatever is done to one of His (or love's sake is the same as if done to Himself. His one auditor had covered his grave face with hit hand*. ter behind the flag draped coffin when they nbared the grave. Convulsively she clung to Ronald, sobbing and unnerved, as the comrades of the Grand Army fired their volleys over the veteran's bier. Plaintively she hovered about bim during the days he remained there, settling the affairs of his father's humble estate, and then be told her that personal business would compel him to leave for awhile, but she would have her aunt and Gertrude— By the way, where was Gertrude? She bad not been to the house; he bad not seen her since the day Of the funeral, and then only for a minute. Grace merely didn't know. "She came much less frequently of late," and Ronald vaguely felt that it was better so, yet wondered at the cause. "He want's to say something to you gentlemen." Then, dismounting, Ray and Maynard knelt beside tbe dying man. Once more be alighted at the familiar old station and made bis way to the cottage that was now Grace's home. All tbe brother's share in his father's little estate he had deeded to her. It was after sunset, and tbe soft hush of twilight bad fallen on the beautiful valley. Even the drowsy hum of insects had died away, and only by the mellow tolling of the distant church bell and the soothing plash of the river sweeping over its rocky bed was the silence broken. The townsfolk seemed mainly gathered at tbe depot across the rapid stream, for the broad, shaded streets, soft and dusty, lay unwheeled, untrodden, before him. Over on the playground a knot of children bad gathered in absorbed attention about some elder, for the glad young voices were hushed. The long, shady walk before hint was deserted. The silver shield o&the growing iuoon was already gleaming high aloft. The stars began to twinkle in the eastward heaven. The low rumble of some faraway freight train was borne for a moment on the breathless air, then all again was peace and silence. Wrapped in thought, Maynard walked slowly toward the outskirts of the village, seeing no one whom he knew since crossing the old bridge at the Mohawk; turned mechanically to the west as he reached a cross street as deeply shaded as that by which he came, and there something sprang up in his heart that gave him a sudden feeling of hesitation if not embarrassment. This was the street on which stood Gertrude Bonner's home. Bowered among rose and lilac bushes and pretty trees, it lay only a few rods beyond that little rise in front of him. That light, twinkling even now through the foliage, must be in an upper window close under the rooftree. For an instant he wished he had taken the other side of the street, then scorned the thought as utterly unworthy. Whyi should he shrink from meeting her? It was a holiday summer for tbe —tb, a veritable picnic in tbe heart of the glorious country over which for two years previous they rode only witb strong battalions, with scouts thrown out in front, in rear, on every side, looking any instant for attack in force. Some of the ladies had actually broken up housekeeping at the fort and gone those rough hundreds of miles in army ambulances to join tbeir lords in the tented field, and life at Russell was inane and stupid. "They've killed me," be almost sobbed. "They knifed me at Cheyenne months ago because I swore I'd have no part in that robbery. I've been a curse to all of uiy people, but I wasn't that mean. I was mean enough, though, to borrow—every cent—that poor girl had —at Russell. She was my cousin. She did all she could to save me—to make a man of me— She even borrowed money —to lend to me, but I've saved over a hundred—I'd have paid it all if Qod bad—let me live. It's—all in that silk bag —round my neck. Lieutenant, you are a square man—I'm sorry I ever— hurt you, but I had to or get caught— under her window. I wouldn't bring harm to her—for tbe world. Shake bands on it, lieutenant, and promise me you'll give it to her—that money— It's —all I've got. Shake." 41. "Then shall He say also unto them on the left band, Depart from Me, ye uursed, Into everlasting fire, prepared for the devil and his angels." He tells what He Himself will say, for He Is the King, and there can be no mistake about It, and whosoever would teach that there is no devil and no everlasting fire is in partnership with the father of lies himself, for he if a liar and the lather of it (John vlii, 44), and began his work by questioning the word of God and making Ood a liar. Notice that this awful place was not prepared for man, but for the devil, for Ood willeth not the death of a sinner. He showed the letter to Atharton with an awed look in bis grave young face. Sister Grace bad ever seemed so strong, so far removed from human ills or frailties, but there could be no mistaking the nature of the summons. A young man from a provincial town and used to rural sights and sounds, endowed with the love of nature, would not pine for the green fields at home; he would take a walk into the country. He would find a forest of Arden on the heights of Hainpstead and Highgate. He could take part in a sheep shearing celebration at even a less distance. As be walked through the city on business bent a flock of wild ducks or teal might wing over his head with outstretched necks, taking flight from the marshes on the south between Paris Garden and Lambeth. One of the most delightful features of the city itself, the city within the walls, was the spacious garden attached to most of the ancient houses. These gardens were well stocked with fruit trees and with flower beds, culti vated for "garnishing the chambers" of the citizens' dwellings.—T. Fairmau Ordish. Bridget made a clean breast of it now tbat she bad found ber own eaae hopeless, while the prime movers, tbe tempters, tbe only ones who bad profited a penny's worth by tbe robberies, bad got off soot free. "'Twas them that persuaded ber through false promises and flattery to 'dope' both Mrs. Barry and Mary," to let tbem in at the kitchen door and to profess utter ignoranoe of tbe crime. Tbey were then to share alike after tbe sale at tbe booty, but all she and Mike bad got as tbeir share was tbe jail, with tbe penitentiary ahead. Another mile was passed without event. They were riding up beside and along the bed of a stream that the melting snows of the spring would send tumbling in muddy torrent to the valley, but now the channel was dry as the bordering bluffs. Not a sound had been beard from tbe advance, yet Maynard knew they must be nearing the alleged camp, and he wondered how bis captain would settle matters witb its desperado oocu pants. Silent as so many specters, his men came tiling along in his tracks. There were no scabbards to rattle, no jingling bit and chain, no clank of carbine against canteen. Long years of Indian scouting bad taught these veterans what to catty and bow to carry it so as to give least warning of their movements. Only the muffled thud of horse hoofs told occasionally of the onward passage of a force of cavalry. At a steady walk they pressed along until Mayuard's watch said it was a quarter past 10, and they had traversed nearly five miles, and then a shadowy form, horse and mail, loomed up under tbe shoulder of a bluff in front and a warning hand was raised. "Better take a small escort and ride for Rock Springs, Maynard, wiring from Fetterman for your leave," said the colonel, and Maynard did so. In ten days he was home, shocked to see how aged and ill his sister looked and feeling now a sense of keen sorrow and remorse that he had shown such deep offense at her errors. After all, had she not devoted years and years to him? Had she not been a loving and faithful sister? He knelt by her with sorrowing heart and shining eyes, yet when be would have told her of his regret she checked him. But when the Indians drew away and sought the shelter of the agencies tbe "hustler" and the horse thief began to infest the land. One night a dozen of Gregg's best horses—all of Sergeant Donnelly's patrol—were spirited away from the bivooao at tbe headwaters of the Mini Pnsa and driven, as the trail showed, away toward tbe Sweetwater and there it waa all split np and lost among th« breaks and ranges of tbe cattle kinga toward Rawlins and Rock Springs. Gregg boiled over with wrath when three days later, nearly worn out, his little squad of troopers reached the main camp afoot. Ray's troop was ordered out at ouoe and bidden to raid tbe country far and wide until be found out where those horses were gone, and Athcrton chose Ray because stockmen, cattlemen, scouta and Indiana all knew biin, and malefactors feared him, and with Ray's troop went Maynard, detached at his own earnest request and allowed to fill a temporary vacancy. And now at last the sister asked no question, interposed no objection to bis going. Well she knew that the deep sorrow in his brave young face was there before their father's death, and that mnch of it was her doing. Well she knew tbat she bad that to auswer for which be never yet suspected. Well she knew that should be learn tbat in her overweening sense of her duty in tbe case she had blackened the good name of Nathalie Baird in her revelation to Captain Walters ber brother's love would go as had the old faith and trust. He was master now. What would he say when the whole truth came to light? 42-46. "Inasmuch as ye did It not to one of the least of these, ye did it not to Me." While we are reading, as we believe, of a judgment of living nations with reference to their good or bad treatment of Israel, yet there are principles here which are always the same. At all times it is true that whatever Is done or not done to a child of Ood Is looked upon as done or not done to Christ Himself. The only way to show love to God Is to show love to preople for Christ's sake. The only way to prove our submission to God Is by sub- And with his twitching band in the firm grasp of the young soldier Boston died. Again did Cook and tbe sheriff eagerly ask tbe same question, "But how about Boston?" And this was something she oould not answer, nor ooold Mike. All either oould say was thst, after tbe row at tbe Empire, Boston was brought in a back to Mike's place, where he had been a frequent visitor for some little time previous, and Mike hid bim aw«y "» tbe back room of a wing of bis bouse, and there, too, under bis roof, were temporarily secreted these same fellows who later were so silent about themselves, but so dangerous meantime to Boston, to Mike and to Bridget 'Twas Mike got Maloney to go oat to tbe fort for tbe young lady of wbom Boston bragged be could get money—tor somebody had to oome in and pay for bis lodging and keep—and tbe poor girl bad indeed come and bad raised tbe money for him, and if Mike hadn't taken care at it for Boston tbe others would have got it, for Bridget heard tbem "abasing bim fearful." Tbe moment be was well enough to move Boston bad slipped away, and tbat was tbe last seen of bim. But meantime the burglary bad taken place, and theu tbe lira, and Bridget's downfall was complete.Another week, and with tbeir recaptured horses Ray and Maynard were again on duty with tbe regiment and under orders for home, but before the move began there came tidings that involved a change in the personnel of the old regiment, and one it could not welcome. Barry received bis promotion to a lieutenant colonelcy, und a new number gleamed in silver over the crossed sabers of his forage cap. It was hard to lose this true hearted, courteous soldier and gentleman from the —tb. It was hard to think that Mrs. Barry would not again return to them, for one and all, men and women both, they knew ber influence for good and deplored their loss. There were quite a number, therefore, who received the further news that came with something akin to gratification—tbe other regiment would not get the Barrys after all, for Mrs. Barry's health would not admit of her go ing to tbe rttreme north, and, knowing this and * tiding a new inspector general just .ben, a distinguished division tamrn .der asked that the recently promot"-. lieutenant colonel be assigned to him for staff duty, and the war secretary was pleased to say "Aye." The summer at Sea Girt bad been of benefit to both Mrs. Barry and Nathalie, especially the latter, who was beginning to look wondrously well again, wrote Mrs. Barry, and shyly, sweetly happy. "You must come and see for yourself, Mr. Ronald Maynard," she wrote, and that was something tbe bronzed and wiry warrior meant to do the moment tbe summer's work was done and be could get tbe longed for leave of absence. "Ronald," she whispered, "I want to see ber. I have a reason. I want her forgiveness." mission to cl and to people- "For something I want you never to know until fine and Nathalie have taught you to forgive me anything." "For what, Grace?" not only to the good and gentle, but also to the forward (I Pet. 11, 18). "I think," said the physician to the new patient, "that what you need is fresh air." A worried look swept over the patien 's face. rrMh Air. 46. "And these shall go away Into everlasting punishment, but the righteous into life eternaL" The words eternal and everlasting In this verse are the same, teaching that as is the life for duration so la the torment. Why should we criticise and find fault with what we cannot understand? It is ours to believe God, to accept His dear Son, to receive gladly what He so Ireely offers and to rejoice In Him evermore, having perfect confidence in the love that came from heaven to save us and gladly yielding our whole being to Him as a thank offering. As to many of His wayu which are to us a great deep, oan we not trust Him!' "Shall not the Judge of all the earth do right?" (Gen. xvlli, 35.) Who are we that we should dare to sit in judgment on One who ao loved os that He gave Himself for uaf Two days later Maynard was at the store at a Mr. Williams in a charming little New England village and had sent in to tbe office, with his card, a letter of introduction from Major Barry. The face that greeted bim was that of a man bowed with oare and sorrow, but it lighted with frank kiudliness as it glanced up from tbe letter, and with a cordial band clasp Williams bade bim welcome. Late one lovely October afternoon Mrs. Barry reclined on her couoh before tbe cheery blaze of a bright wood fire in their oozy flat, and near ber sat Ronald Maynard, older, sterner, graver looking than in the stormy times at Russell, yet wonderfully improved by the vigorous life in the sun and tbe wind of the wide northwest. His brave young eyes were shining witb new hope and eagerness, however. His heart was throbbing in his breast, for what Mrs. Barry had to say thrilled him. "Great Soott!" he exclaimed. "Aw my bicycle tires flat again?''—Exchange. "It will do you good, Maynard," said tbe ootauel kindly, "and give you some valuable experience. Yes. I'm glad to have you go." "We're 011 to them, sir," whispered Sergeant Burke as Maynard reined up beside him and signaled to the column to halt. "They're leaving a regular jam boree right ahead about 400 yards. The captain says to come forward slowly and still as possible." THE ROYAL BOX. The Prince of Wales is only an honorary admiral of the British fleet. An hour later, the day's work done, the bowed form of the broken couiitry merchant and tbe erect, atbletio figure of tbe young officer strolled away together in tbe twilight to a grove "where Nathalie used to walk," and here Maynard told bis story. Before it was half finished his one auditor had covered bis grave face with bis bands and, bowed almost double, was shedding silent tears. Tho Duke and Ducheaa of York have made arrangement* to visit Killarney in July next. It -was mid-July. The summer licat was fierce and the scorching wind blew pitilessly over the desolate sagebrush deserts beyoud the Devil's Gate, aud Ray aud hid 60 loyal bluejackets had ridden loug marches from the time they left the cool shades of tbePineyaud the Clear Fork. But little cared they, those Arizona seasoned soldiers, for blisteriug suus or stifiing alkali dust. They were beut ou the recovery of those horses do matter though the thieves had three days and uearly 100 miles the start. They had marched through the Sweetwater valley the previous year and bad seen mauy a hard looking character who longingly eyed their clean limbed bays. No man yet had ever ventured to "lift" a horse from Billy Hay's picket, and it tickled the vanity of his troopers that they and not Gregg's should be sent to recover Gregg's horses. The trail, though nearly five days old when found, was still distinct, and Maynard was getting many au hour of valuable lestons, for Hay had taken more than a liking to the quiet, sad faced young fellow and had no difficulty at all in deeply interesting him in the work. Everybody in the regiment seemed to know by this time that he ha(J returned to them wearing the willow for Nathalie Baird. There had been Bome days of woeful, wordy battling at Russell, far the feud between Mrs. Gregg and Mrs. Turner had others besides their lords, and Atherton was glad of the order that sent bis whole command into the mountain* and foothills, and far away from th« snarls aud tangle* that The qusen of England has had altogether 127 pet dogs. At one time she had 40 at once. The word was whispered down the dusty column. Again the weary horses started and the noiseless march began. Presently there came from tbe distant front "a sound of revelry by night" indeed, at which tbe sergeant grinned sympathetically. Somewhere ahead there was a jovial gathering, a flickering light, as though from a campfire, a bacchanalian chorus, punctuated by occasional yells, and when the foremost troopers reached and peered around an elbow in tbe winding ravine they saw a sight that made their mouths water. "She would never have said no then, Ronald, bad she not believed you were in honor bound to another girl, even though you might have ceased to love her, and now that she knows the truth and now that people at Russell have written so fondly and sweetly to ber since tbey learned of Williams' death, and all he said to you and to Captain Ray, she's another girl. All her old joyous manner has returned. Just wait till you— Mercy! There she comes now, and it isn't time for an hour yet. Quick! Go into tbe dining room. Then after she has come in let yourself into the ball and go straight through into the parlor and wait there till I call you. It wouldn't be fair to surprise ber this way. She thinks you still in Wyoming." Queen Margherita's extravagance in dress is the one grievance of her loyal subjects. Italian ladies have a reputation for spending more on their dress than any □ther women in Europe, and their husbands and fathers attribute this state of things to the queen's fatal example. Briskly iiow he strode on, bis bead erect. If, as often in the old furlough and graduation leave days, she should be at the gate or seated on the piazza, watching for his coming, he would greet ber cordially, kindly as ever. lie reached the crest of the little rise. He cotild now see the dim reach of the path down along the westward slope, bordered by shade trees and shrubbery, and there, right at the gate, still some hundred feet away, yet distinctly visible—there was the same pretty, slender form he remembered so well, clad in its simple white gown. Doubtless there would be the same little knot of ribbon at the throat, the same bright color in the rounded cheeks, the same joyous smile about the rosy lips and shining eyes, the same frank welcome of the phimp little hand. He had wired Grace 01 his coming; so, just as of old, here was Gertrude on the lookout. Yet, although his quick, elastic footsteps brought him every instant nearer aud by this time phould be audible, she did not stir, she did not look toward him. She was not on watch for him at all, for her head was drooping, her eyes downcast, her back was toward him, all her thoughts were riveted on—another man. NAT'Eg^gi ■T of toe Globe for fRHEUMATISM,I ITEUBAXAXA and aim!!** Oomplalnt*, J and prepared under the stringent MEDICAL LAWS,^ BJ^preeoribndbyemine" tpbyiioianii^BH ■m DR. RICHTER'S (Kl ANCHOR VPAIN EXPELLERJ I World renowned! Remarkably snccessfall 1 ■Only genuine with Trade Mark " Anchor," ■ ■K Ad. BichterAv*., 2IS PearlSt., New ¥ort. ■ 1 31 HIGHEST AWARDS. 2 13 Bouoh Homes. Own Qlaaaworkt. ■ A lulumd4 rtMOUViultdtf fl °»9 G!ipk. SON. Ma'n FU.; J. R. Houck. 4 N. Main St.; warrer Bk & Peck, 3 Luz. Avfl •  Pittston rrnr» ■ 1 "ANCHOR" STOMACHAL beat fori !_goljc, j^jptp»U & Stoma 1» ( | # Bean the The Kind You Haw Ahrays Bought i " When first Nathalie came to Hub sell, she waa the picture of health and happiness," said Mayuard. "One night, however, after she had been there about a month I saw a prowler under ber window—a tall, heavily built stranger in civilian dresa He threw pebbles at the window and hoarsely called to her, 'Nathalie!' fcihe waa frightened and fled. She had been leauiug'out of the window when he first appeared. I challenged and grabbed him, and he knocked me flat aa though 1 were a boy. Only a day or two later a man strongly resembling this was at the head of a gang of street loafers that took the horses of a patrol of which I waa in command and dashed out on the street. We halted them, and 1 hurled the ringleader, who had evidently been drinking, out of bis saddle. He was stunned and carried into a doctor's office. No ope knew him except aa Boston, and all agreed that he had been there iu Cheyenne but a abort time and had gambled away what money he bad. He was still senseless, and M the doctor opened his shirt a silk bag waa lying on hia breast, swung around Ids aeck by a silken string. On it in All thia, of course, was duly carried to Atberton, who waa an interested listener, and all this did Mayuard learn direct from Cook, for the question of the identity of Boston and his relation to Nathalie Baird bad beoome vital in Maynard's eyes. Through him in great mensure had the girl he loved been cleared of all suapiciou of complicity in or knowledge of the burglaries. Through him, God willing and helping, she should be shown to the men and women of that garrison, especially the women, and more especially Mrs. Turner and Mrs. Raymond, as one so pure and good and that no one of their number could ever again think ill pi ner, and to do thia he must solve £he problem of ber strange relationship tq that unprepossessing stranger. fTor Nathalie's letter hiad well pigb pads him desperate It waa brevity itself. It was almost bitter in its hopeless ops. "Even bad you no ties of your ewp," she wrote, "I have been—and lor all I know may still be—so bound ikat tha swwImS waspirtows law pt It is suld in Brussels that when Prince Albert of Belgium returns home from the United States he will be raised to the rank of major in his grenadier regiment and that his betrothal to his cousin, Princess Clementine, who was engaged to the late Prince Badouin, will be announced. Singing, smoking, rollicking about a blazing fire, filling their cups at a little keg and tossing their contents, undiluted, down their seasoned gullets, a full score of stalwart fellows were having a carouse such as many of Ray's devoted followers would have given a month's pay to join for even a minute. Two white topped wagons were halted in a little glade; mules and horses* were tethered all around, and so absorbed was the entire camp in its merriment that even the dogs had not yet sniffed the coming foe. SOME PERTINENT WHYS. Promptly he obeyed. The portiere was still slowly waving behind him when her quick, light footstep was heard as she hurriedly entered. He could not resist stopping one instant to hear the sweet tones of the voice ha loved, but Mrs. Barry spoke first Why isn't a wealthy actor a fixed starf Why can't a man save time by stopping his watch? Very sad and touchiug, but grateful, were the letters that came to him from the sorrowing household—Henry Williams' kindred, in the placid New England village—yet eveu those letters breathed something like relief from a long threatened shame. It was as though the final taking off of that reckless, sin stained wanderer had lifted from their hearts a load of anxiety aud dread. Why shouldn't a sleopy man be of a retiring disposition? Why are not more 6ermons equally as deep aa they are long? Why don't chattering teeth usurp thi functions of the tongue? "Why, Prlscilla mine, what brings you baok so soon? I thought you were to go"— Why does the average young lady pirn for a spruce young many "Bo* Elder spring," whispered Sergeant Burke to the youug lieutenant, "and they must have rendezvoused here from all over west Wyoming." "Oh, I was, but just down the avenue I met our postman, and he smiled and said he had letters—and I opened mine— It said— It was from Mrs. Freeman— It told me— Oh, let me light your lamp and then you read it." Why should the wearer of a stovepipi bat take cold in his head? Tbeu there were Grace's letters, so changed from all the old possessive, advisory, not to say mandatory, missives that used to come to him. Grace felt her fall from grace far more keenly than ber stubborn pride would ever let her *how. Grace .uaiutained, to herself at Why does a sin look twice as big to e man before he committed it as it does after? And then, riding cautiously to them, an amused grin ou his handsome face, bis white teeth gleaming in the moonlight, came Captain Bay. Why is it that the man who drinks I cent whisky and smokes three for five cigars never swears off?—Exchange. Yes, there at the gate on which as children they bad swung toAtber, Ronald and tiastradw 'Ware, talk in* in low, •'But I'd rather bear it at onoe, Nat. It wast have beeu nomcthius iaiDortaut "MttYiiaril. ukl boy. we're la big