Pittston Gazette

              4b Establ ft led lft&O. I TOL. XL.V11I Mo. Aft j Oldest Newspaper in the Wyoming Valley. PITTSTON, LUZERNE COUNTY, PA., FRIDAY, AUGUST 12, 1898. A Weekly Local and Family Journal. ) •! .0® *T«il ; la Adfuc^ OFTHEC^^ COPYK1CHT, It9j, BY THE AUTHOR. I the post surgeon in the morning. Darkness, but she lit no lamp, and at last came tattoo and taps to usher in a windy night, with white clouds swiftly crossing the half moon. Night—the final click of the billiard balls in the club, the final song at Captain West's evening party, the first silent round of the officer of the day. The sentry at the guardhouse lifted up his voice, "No. 1, 12 o'clock!" and from the corral, from the cavalry stables, from the haystacks and from the distant sawmill came the swift replies of lonely sentinels, "Twelve o'clock, and all's well!" "Do it for—for Martin, " she pleaded. "He's not like his father. " "No, no, Bees—like you, dear girl, like you, Bess." CHAPTER IL wrapped in his blankets, sound and snoring, and a drowsy corporal was in charge. He brightened at sight of Mother Revell's can. tnat ot DootoiacK ana casual porter ou the Quai Marseilles. One day be was engaged by a gentleman to carry to the railway station a heavy trunk. Arrived at the station, there was an instant mutual recognition. They were old college chums. "What are you doing here?" asked his friend. "Carrying your trunk, I believe," said Jean. "Why do yon do this?" "Because I must." " Where do you live?" "Come and see," replied Richepin. THE SUNDAY SCHOOL. ETHICS OF CLOTHES. Mother Revell, old campaigner and fearless of weather a, pulled on a warmly lined pair of rubber boots that showed honestly beneath her sensibly short skirts, wrapped a warm shawl over her heud and shoulders and ventured boldly away from her little cottage by the creek, plodding through the knee deep snow. The blizzard which the teamster had scented afar had blown past, and again the wind was stilled, bo that the drifts lay motionless, freezing crisply in the moonless night No. 1 on the guardhouse porch, beyond the lines of barracks and officers' houses, lonely in ita grimness, saw her coming, a cloth covered basket on her arm, and challenged her with smiling oeremony. LESSON VII, THIRD QUARTER, INTERNATIONAL SERIES, AUG. 14. Mh—C1. X*t tk* DnM Still Proclaim* tb* Man. ( Id those days when to speak of « man a* a gentleman waa to nay thai he waa fortunately distinguished by hta birth aa being above and, as It were, of a raoa apart from the mnspu at the population, a gentleman waa outwardly distinguished by his clothes, which differed in many ways resides their splendor from those affected by the canaille. At that period the occupation peculiar to gentlemen was the conduct of the government, but now when gentlemen are found In every walk of life and the word implies simply the poesea slon of estimable inward qualities we all dress pretty much alike. When the sword Indicated the man's rank, he might chooee his colors and the fashion of his clothes to suit himself, but at present, when the dress of a man conveys nothing of his sttffclon in life beyond the Indications of material prosperity, uniformity and the avoidance of display are sought Claw "Begum, but you'll spile the sergeant with yer coddlin!" he said "Shall I wake him?" She looked at him with a faint shake of the head. "Bess, give me a right to be a father to the boy. Thrice I've asked you, and you refused, though Revell was good as dead." Mother Revell shook her head and poured out a mugful for the grateful corporal. r«it of the LeMOU, II Kings It, *8-87. Hemory Vernet, 33-35—Ooldsn Tut, P*. It, M—Commratuj by tbt Rev. D. kK. Stearns. "Is he asleep?" she asked, nodding toward the prisoner's cell. "Nop. Just now he was swear in at the oold." "For your sake, major. I'm only a laundress." "I rose from the ranks," he replied. "I don't want to think that the rascal who spoiled your life won to the end. I've been patient Let me remember you as my wife—take my name." The future dramatist took his friend to his dwelling—a miserable room in an attio in the poorest quarter of the town. (Jpon the table lay scattered heaps of manuscripts—Jean's incursions in the realms of poetry when the more prosaic duties of the day were over. Looking through them, his friend was astounded at their quality. "Why do you carry trunks and blacken boots when you can do work like this?'' he asked. Richepin had never given the matter a thought; he had never deemed these products of idle hours worthy of publication. Published they were, however, in a very few weeks and created an immense sensation. From that moment Jean Richepin has never looked back. —West- Westminster Gazette. 26. "So she went and came onto the man of God to Mount Cancel." In the town of Khunero there was a great woman who, with the consent of her husband, prepared a chamber for Eltsha and furnished it with bed, table, stool and candlestick and oonstrained him to turn tn thither whenever lie passed that way (verses 8-10). They had no ohildren, and Ellsha in gratitude for their kindness to him asked Qod, and He gave them a son. One day when the lad was grown be was in the field with the reapers and his father. He was suddenly taken with pain in his head, was carried home and in a very short time died on his mother's knees. She laid him on tht bed of the man of Qod, shut the door, oalled for a servant and an ass and hastened to Cannel to Ellsha. "It is horribly oold in there," she said. "Won't you give him a cup?" Mother Revell rose up, unable to wait longer, to bear suspense. She stole from the house. Well she knew the old post and how to hide in the shadows and how to avoid the sentries. Unseen, filled with a shuddering disgust at herself at having so to hide, she gained the rear of the gaardhonse. There, thee* stood a little clump of scrub oaks by • spring of clear water, and in their shadows the little woman crouched and watched. "Shucks, Mrs. Revell, ye're all heart. 'Twaa him killed the paymaster.'' Again she motioned "no." CHAPTER L ty, •' said Mother tteven anxiously. "Wear all your furs, Martin, and take aa many blankets as you can manage for camp. Wait, I'll fill a flask of the major's port." "That's not certain yet," said Mother Revell, suddenly shaking. "But it would be cold for a dog in there. Let me." "I've money, Bess, and Martin will be my son. I have influence, and Martin, aa my son, will draw on it natural- Carp Healy rose when the second bottle of beer had been opened, commanded silence and leaned his fingers on the little table of Mother Revell's kitchen in the manner of an accustomed after dinner speaker. "Who oomes there?" he cried, and she answered cheerily, "A friend." "You bet you are, Mother Revell," said the sentry and helped her on to the porch. "Want to see the sergeant?" ly." "Yon attack the weaker wing, major," she answered, and pressed hia hand. "She knows It all," Fin Strait murmured admiringly, toasting his toes at the stove. "She's an old warhorse, la your mother, Martin. Goodby. We'll finish the wine drinkin. Good luck to yon." "The corporal shrugged his shoulders. It was hard to refuse Mother Revell anything. So again she slipped along the corridor. The prisoner must have heard her voice, fur he was already at the bars. He opened the guardroom door and pushed her gently in. Apart from the effaoetnent of olass distinctions In dress, which It took centuries to compass, no greats' change has com* over this matt** of clothes than one which has been accomplished within the memory of man. We may reprove the tendency of our men at leisure to oopy rather rt»*n emulate oar English brethren in dress and deportment, but it la undoubtedly to them we owe our love for outdoor sports, and It Is this, spreading marrelously even within the pad; few years, whioh has improved the breed of men and changed the character of their clothes. The dandy no longer trips In dainty shoes and shuns exertion, | but Is proud of his square shoulders and deep chest, and his drees is distinguished not more by Its neatness and accuracy of detail than by its simplicity, oomfort and serviceability. "Ye'll axcuse me bowldnisa," said he, "bnt Oi'in afther roisin to perpooae hilth an long loife to Misthreaa Revell —an sore Ol'd betther be namin her Mother Revell at onct, fur It's that the whole rigimint names her, more pernor to her." "Yes?" "Another prisoner for you, sergeant," he said and grinned. "Yes." Tramp, tramp, tramp, to the end of the porch; to the rear, maroh, and tramp, tramp, tramp to the other end. Shift carbine to the other shoulder, and it's time to patrol round the guardhouse. So went No. 1, monotonously, distractingly. Once, twice, thrice and four times he passed round the it was 1 o'clock. Again h«vsang cue hour and again came back the distant echoing sentries' calls, "All's well!" He stooped and kissed her and hurried out to send his orderly for the post chaplain. Martin, bewildered, was there, and the doctor, and these alone •aw Mother Revel 1 acknowledge the mistake of her hasty girlhood and marry at last the man who had patiently waited. Mother Revell let her tall boy out, kissing him good night, and returned with a shiver to the fire. "Hello, mother!" cried the sergeant of the guard, coming forward from his little office bedroom. '' What brings yon out in the snow?" "Bessie," he hoarsely whispered. "You're the same as ever—a good old girL And you haven't forgotten the old man. A corner of your heart for him still, eh?" 38. "Bun now, I pray thee, to meet her and say unto her, Is it well with theeD Is it well with thy husband? Is it well with the child? And she answered, It is well." Even though our grief be very great and our heart be breaking, with confidence In God we can say, "It is well." We can say with Ell,"It is the Lord) let Him do what seemeth Him good" (I Sam. ill, 18), or with Job, "The Lord gave, and the Lord bath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord" (Job 1, 81). "Hear, hear!" cried the newly made sergeant, patting his mother's wrinkled hand, a hand of a boiled looking white "Mam," said the farrier softly. "I beg your pardon for that slip about his father. 1 forgot" "It's Mother Revell," the trooper* called out, throwing aside cards and jumping from their bunks, "and a basket. What's in the basket?" CHRISTIAN ENDEAVOR. She shrunk from his bloated face for a moment; the next she stepped determinedly to the grating. Tople For the Week Beginning Aug. 14. from much laundry work In the old troop. "Hush I" said Mother Revell, paling. "There's only yon and Healy and the major left that know the truth of it The boy need never know. Come, you've all given toasts but ma Here's mine: The new sergeant I May he never know trouble." After that she lay in pain, sinking swiftly, and grew a little delirious and saw into the future, speaking of her boy as "Captain Revell, a gallant officer and gentleman." At 9 o'clock she was very weak, but sensible, and sent messages to a number of her children—the grief stricken troopers. Shortly she whispered to them to open the window, although it was very cold, and they did so. Comment by Rev. 8. H. Doyle. "I thought," said the little, gentle eyed woman, who for all her long, rough life with the army could yet blush pleasantly. "I thought as it was Martin's first guard as a sergeant you boys wouldn't mind if I just fixed you all a lunch, seeing it'B so cold." "Listen," she murmured hurriedly. "Don't touch my hand. I'm going to help you, but not for your sake—for the same reason I helped you before, when, in your drinking craze, you shot the cowboy in Dodge. I wanted to Have my boy the shame of hearing his father was hanged. I want to save him again." Topic.—Exalt Christ.—Math, xxi, 1-11. "Good boy, Healy," cried old Fin Strait, the farrier. "Wait till I get a pencil to report that speech." This passage in Matthew tells us the familiar story of Christ's triumphant entry into Jerusalem a few days before His crucifixion. It is the one soli tary instance in the life of Christ where He allowed Himself to receive the homage and adoration due Him. It was a magnificent, spontaneous demonstration, ahuwing the estimation in which He was held by the multitudes of His sountrymen, but the fact that perhaps i few days later the voices that cried, "Hosanna!" then cried "Crucify Him 1" makes it stand forever as an illustration of the fickleness of the human heart and of the ease with which the minds of the masses of the people may be swayed by artful and designing men. But it was an exaltation of Christ at the time and suggests to us a study in the exaltation of Christ. Mother Revell was in a fever. She felt no oold Her eyes sought continuously the yawning blackness between the walls of the old guardhouse and th* snowny ground Again the faithful sentry passed around and went back to the porch. A minute passed, and something protruded from beneath the guardhouse, reaching out to the white snow, stealthily, on its belly, like a great, sneaking cat. Mother Revell clasped her hands and shook and watched. Inch by inch he came—the murderer, a big man, while the hole was narrow. The moon glanced upon him, and she saw the glitter of his excited, determined eyes. Inch by inch, without a sound, he dragged himself to freedom, and No. 1 continued to tramp the wooden porch unsuspectingly. The man was out and on his feet, stooping low, glancing here and there to make sure of the right direction to run. " Ye're an ignorant ould blatherskite, Fin. Ye couldn't report nothin. Whut wud the loike uv youse be doin wid a pincil?" the corporal asked, grinning. "Shut yer face till Oi be through sp'akin. Martin, me son, ye be young to be a sargint but faith it's natural ye ahu'd jump over me, who's bin oorp'ril an bruk an oorp'ril an bruk in the rigimint tin toimes over. It's iver bin me plisint practice, Martin, an yer mother's, too, to tache a proinisin young noncom the roight way to do his duty, which has bin fruitful uv thrubble an foightin owin to the con sated frishness uv young noncoms ginerally, who think they know it alL But youse wuz bor-rn wid the throop an o'ud larn his drill to any Johnnie come lately frum Wist P'int An fur them manlfowld blossin's, Martin—sure Oi shnd say Sargint Revell—ye'll thank yer mother, fur why! She's bin the bist fri'nd uv iv'ry man in the ould throop sinoe youse wuz in frocks, me son. She's saved miny a wan frum a bobtail discharge an miny a wan frum hell, God bless her. An what we wudn't do fur Mother Revell an her boy ain't worth doin, begab an begob. That's all, an now ye can blow off all the gas ye've a mind to. Fin Strait, fur Oi'm through wid me sp'akin."87. "And the man of Qod Mid, Let her alone, for her soul la vexed within her, and the Lord hath bid It from me and bath not told me." Gehazl would have driven her away, aa the disciples would have Bent away the mothers with the children, and perhaps In something of the same spirit in which they also found fault with Mary of Bethany when she with the precious ointment anointed our Lord and to their fault finding He said, "Let her alone." There are still those who find fault with others for clinging too closely to our Lord, but happy are all whom He approves. There was a tear in her eye as she sipped the wine. The manliness whloh is the keynote of this change finds no greater expression than In the avoidance of all pretense, sham and vain show and In the perfect fitness of the clothes of a gentleman of taste. In spite of the abandonment of arbitrary class distinction In apparel, it is by no msans difficult to recognize a gentleman aa saoh by his clothes. Quite apart £rom ths neatness and avoidance of any oonsplcuousness, whloh it should be unnecessary to The harness of the six mule team shook merrily in the moonlight, bat the wheels of the escort wagon were almost soundless in the deep snow. The wind tossed up great drifts, through which the mules plunged with snorting breath —breath that passed out on the freezing air in white olouds. Round and round, all about, west where the foothills cuddled close to the mountains, north, east and south, there was nothing to be seen but the soft, white moonlight, falling upon the bolder white of the flat and snowy plains. The escort, not yet appeased at their fortune in being tuned out for such duty on so oold a night, growled within the canvas covering of the wagon or tried to sleep. The night passed thus monotonously, and it was nearly dawn when the junior sergeant awoke and was softly called by the teamster to front They were fording an icy strain at a bend, where the creek split and broke about a wooded island, a bushy strip of land some 20 yards broad. The gray bearded citizen driver jerked his fur hat toward the isle. The sergeant laughed and gave the little woman a boy's hard squeeze. '"Little Martin—the baby. Bessie, is he here? Let me see him—Bess." "You ought to be brevetted colonel," screeched the young trumpeter. "'Never," she cried fiercely. "He's doing well; he's a boy to be proud of He studies and will pass for a commission in time. He knows nothing of your life, of you, and never shall I'd die first Do you think I'd see the boy 1 creep about in shame for his father, a deserter, twice a murderer? Could he hold up his head among his comrades when he's an officer and a gentleman, as he will be, as he deserves to be? See you! Never! You must go away—escape, else there are some here will recognize you." "I want to hear the bugles,'' she said. Soon they sounded—the last, last, friendly, loving call to rest—taps. "Achl Mutter Revell I Why vas you not secretary of var made alretty?" a Dutchman grunted. THX END. No. 1 poked his head in at the door anxiously. The Reward For a Smoke. "Make them keep some for me, Mrs. Revell," he cried earnestly. "I've half an hour yet to freeze out here." On the 14th of April my regiment received orders to attack the Neuilly bridge, a formidable position held by the communists. We had no cavalry to do the work, so artillery were ordered to send the cannons away and to charge the force oooupying the bridge. Forty men, under my command, were chosen. I reviewed my men. One of them looked sulky. "What's the matter with yon?" I asked. "Why, lieutenant," he replied, "we shall none of us come back; the job is a big one. I should like to have a pipe before going, and I have no tobacco." "Look here, old fellow," I ■aid. "Fill your pipe and have a smoke. We charge in ten minutes." I gave him my pouch. He filled his pipe and smoked. He said nothing beyond a "Thank you!" mention. Is the absolute simplicity and' reality of everything he has on and Its fitness for the occupation in hand. This fitness la the essence of good form In clothes, and aa it has Its seat In the moat rigid common sense It Is aingular that U la In this that gaucheries should most frequently occur. —American Wool and Cot ton Reporter.88. " Then she said, Did I desire a son of my Lord? Did I not say, Do not deoelve me?" I suppose she thought it better never to have had such a gift than to have received him and then when be had taken hold of ber heart thus to lose him; but she did not know all God's plan for her. We must not Judge of God's ways till we have seen tbe end (Jas. v, 11; Eaek. xlv, 98). 89. "Then be said to Gehasi, Gird up thy loins, and take my staff in thine hand, and go thy way, and lay my staff upon tbe face of tbe child." This seems a little perplexing; it looks like making light of tbe oase on tbe part of tbe prophet, though we do not so judge. Better to have at once done as Elijah did (I Kings xvti, 81), and as he afterward did. When Joshua made light of Ai and sent only a few men to take it, they were defeated. Contrast Joshua vli, 8, 4 and viil, 1. Hot mince pies and a can of better than mesaroow coffee came from the big basket, and the soldiers ate with boisterous good humor. Mrs. Revell sat on *.e edge of a trunk and eyed them comfortably. She knew them all, knew many of their secrets, as she had known recruit and veteran, private and sergeant of the old troop for 20 years and mora Her quick gray eyes glanced from one to the other motherly. 1. The triumphal entry was an enthusiastic exaltation of Christ. Enthusiasm characterized the demonstration throughout. The multitudes were wildly enthusiastic. They stripped the trees of branches and spread them before Him; they took off their cloaks and with these made paths for Him; they cheered and cried "Hosanna!" Christ is worthy of enthusiastic exaltation. Enthusiasm is a good thing when there is anything to be enthusiastic over. What is worthier of our greatest enthusiasm than the life and work of Christ? She was trembling now, and he gulped the steaming coffee sulkily. The men snored; the corporal nodded over his stove. "Quick, quick! Oh, man, be off with you quick!" murmured Mother Revell. That Ohio dog who swallowed fire sticks of dynamite aad was immediately afterward given the freedom of the town Is still lording it over his native heath, so to speak. That he Is a happy dog then can be no doubt. It isn't given to the canine mind to distinguish between high and low explosives, and a dog who is loaded to the brim with the most deadly combustibles may still be recklessly happy. Certainly this dog had no notion of crossing the Styx.; Any dog should be happy who can freely walk Into the finest dining room In town and find the family rapidly though respectfully withdrawing before him, leaving him to enjoy the good tMngm at the table. i As if he heard her, he started to run through the deep snow, soundlessly. One step he took, and Mother Revell closed her eyes in despair. The man's legs, cramped by confinement, were uncertain. His toe struck a rook in the snow, and he fell, noisily bumping against the wooden wall. At that he forgot himself, or became at once reckless, und swore aloud "'What name have you gone by? You dare not call yourself Revell?" "Brown," she said, "are those your best boots? Mind you draw a new pair next clothing issua You'll be cm the sick report with pneumonia if yon don't take care. Billy McNab, how's your arm? Thought you knew better than let your horse throw you. Have you got enough coffee, Martin, boy?" "Hardly," he grinned. "Take this," she said, and gave him the tool from her dress. "It's all I could find—a gimlet. You bore hole after hole in the planking of the floor until a piece is loose. It's slow, and you must be cautious of the guard seeing you. Get through by night after next if you can, for they are eager to send you to prison. There's a foot and a half between floor and ground. You can crawl out It was done once by a man at Fort McKinney. Look out for No. 1. He passes round the guardhouse every quarter of an hour." "D'ye mind, Martin, when ye wuz a kid at the post school, an the paymaster's clerk was brought in dead an the money gone? 'Twas here they done it—Wild Horse bend." We started by a bystreet and as soon as we appeared on the main road, 400 yards from the bridge, we made a dash. What the Oermans had not done some oom patriot of mine succeeded in doing. I fell severely wounded. Out of the 40 men who started 10 took the bridge; the other 80 fell dead or wounded I was qnickly picked up and taken to a house in safety by one of my men—the one whose pipe 1 had helped to fill. For luoh a small service a French soldier will risk his life, and I have always thought I owed mine to my tobacco pouch.—Max O'Rell in North American Review. 8. The triumphant entry was a publio exaltation of Christ. In a sense it was national as well as local. People from various parts of the nation participated in it Christ should be exalted publidly, in the community, in the state, in the nation. Every Endeavorer should throw all the influence of his publio life strongly in favor of the exaltation of Christ. "Hear, heart" old Fin croaked. "I'm no orator like Healy, Mrs. Revell, because I've nothin to say. Only we're here to wet Martin's stripes, so we'll open another bottle to his health. He was a bugler when he was 10 an a corporal at 20, an now he's a sergeant at 22, an there's not a man jealous of him either. Martin, I spanked you when you was small for the love of yon, an I'm proud to think them span kin's helped to make a man of you. Keep on, my son, an you'll be first sergeant of the old troop in another year, like your father before you." "Sergeant of the guard!" the sentry shouted and dashed round the house, while inside tumult and clashing of steel resounded. The prisoner pioked himself up, bnt slipped and slid again before he could start afresh, so that No. 1, carbine loaded and cocked, was on his hoels. It was no intention of the sentry's to kill, but rather to recapture alive. Ho brought the butt to the  swiftly and thrust viciously to knoC& his man over like a rabbit The running blow missed, and in an instant the prisoner turned, a shaggy, wild eyed image of desperation. They closed, but for a second. The next instant the sentry lay on the snow, ami the prisoner had the carbine. He was off again with a dash, but now the guard came running out Sergeant Revell ten paces in advance, revolver at the ready. BO. "As tbe Lord llveth and as thy soul llveth I will not leave thee." She did not see Qod In Gehasi, nor In Kllsha's staff, but she had recognised God In Ellsha. It is oar Lord's desire that He should be so seen In us that people may be drawn to Him through us (Gal. 1, 16, 84). Take the cases of Ruth, Ittal and Ellsha himself as parallels In ollnging (Ruth 1, 10; II Sam. xv, 81; II Kings 11, 8). "How, mother?" "I remember something of it" Martin answered, "10 or 12 years back. One of them was shot. There's never been any trouble up here sinoe, has there?" Mrs. Revell glanced at the barred and closed door of the commas prison room. "Mayn't they have soma poor things?" Of course the of ths dog tragedy la anxiously awaited by ths mtvoua townspeople. Perhaps they are In hopes that some wandering tramp will kick the dog In fatal Ignorance of ths faot that he Is loaded. In the meantime, while they are breathlessly waiting for the climax, they want It generally understood that they have a dog on hand that they would be glad to giveaway to some person who will treat him kindly. He is a nios dog, and there is a good deal mora In him than many people would Imagine. Hs is a dog that can't help but rise in tbe world. He Is a dog from whom at any time you may expect to hear a good report 1—Cleveland Plain Dealer. 1 "Oh, we're empty tonight mother. There's only old Barney Constable—the usual thing—and he's Bleeping it off." "Nop," said the teamster yawning. He took the tool eagerly and she turned away. All day they made camp and rested their mules at Wolf creek They built • fire and ate steaks from an antelope a lucky shot had gathered in. At noon there dashed up, with a clatter of harness and a cloud of crisp snow, the paymaster's ambulance, and, behind it the escort from Fort Nickerson. The impatient offioer, anxious to get on, announced his intention of resting just long enough to feed and refresh his team and then riding through the night and paying off next day. "Poor old Barney) I doubt but they'll bobtail him in the end. Where's the—the stage robber?" she whispered. 8. The triumphant entry was an exaltation of the real Christ. ChriBt was there before the people. He was a real Christ. To many Christians Christ is not as real as He ought to be. Many have some sort of a hazy idea that away back in the centuries such a person lived, but their ideas about Him are very unsatisfactory and indistinct We should study more thoroughly the life of Christ, live more closely to Him in prayer, so that He may become as real as an earthly friend standing beside us. Then we will present a real Christ to the world, and this is what the world needs. 81. "And Gehazl passed on before them and laid tbe staff upon the faoe of the ohlld, but there was neither voioe nor hearing." One has said, "Deliver us from Gehazls who only carry a staff." Those who would lead others to life must have life themselves. Tbe truth we use must be a part of us, not something we hold aa a staff In our hand. "Bessie!" She paused. "Sulking in his oell there. I guess they'll ship him off to the civil authorises soon, if the roads open up. If it hadn't been for the blizzard, they'd have sent him before this. We've had him five days now, and the adjutant don't like the responsibility of keeping such a desperate murderer in this old wooden shack" "I saw in a paper that Pollock was made a major. He always had luck. Yon and I remembered him as a big buck private when I was a sergeant in the war. Say, is he—is he stuck on you still? lent him out for fair then, didn't I? I half thought you'd get a divorce and marry him." "Achoo!" Healy was seized with an attack of sneering so that lie buried his faoe iu his handkerchief. Little Mother Revell's tanned and wrinkled faoe whitened, and she looked reproachfully at the farrier with big, gray, sorrowful eye*. Pin himself turned red and opened several bottles at beer in his confusion. Old ud Mew Mead. That mead «u Intoxicating (teems clear, and looking at the ingredients from which this drink (in part handed down and in use today) was in all probability brewed, one may fairly suppose that it was the "sweet Welsh alef' often mentioned. That mead was a beverage of considerable value and importance is clear from the fact that the "mead" brewer was one of the great officers of state. From an old dictionary I learn that "Made (Brit meed) is a drink made of water and honey, used in Wales;" in a Welsh dictionary, '' Medd—meat or drink, made of honey.'' 3j3. "And when Ellsha wm come Into the bouse behold the ohlld wm dead and laid upon his bed." When the woman prepared the bed for the prophet, she little dreamed that she would ever use it for such a purpose. In doing good to others we are often making a resting place for our own sorrows and also a plaoe of deliverance from them. In dealing with the children for their souls' salvation we must remember that they are dead in sin (Eph. li, 4, 6) and must be placed in the warmest sympathies of our hearts. She looked at him fiercely. Aadnl British Lsv Bsylsd. Once more the esoort climbed into their wagon shortly before snnset, but now they bad to dispense with the oanvas shelter and keep broadly awake, following closely the paymaster's lighter ambulanos, precious with the treasure of two months' pay for 400 men. The moonlight was gone. Gray clouds had sullenly been driven up by the scourging wind. The snow drifted so thickly that the air looked as in a snowstorm. By 10 at night, when they came to Wild Horse bend, the teamsters were pressing forward their teams and thinking of blizzards. The escort was 50 yards behind when the ambulance mules slowed down and began to ford the stream at the island The soldiers' sore eyes were weary, facing the wind and piercing the darkness, and the teamster was too oold to swear much as he urged his wagon after the lighter vehicle. They were but a few yards behind, when from the bushes of the isle Bounded the quick crack of a rifle and the ainbalanoe driver gave first a cry of pain and then a tempest of curses. The echo of the first shot still sang in the wood "liinir binffl" Mnliwl fb« rxvnlrera of the ready paymaster and his clerk. Somebody shouted a command, and four dark forms leaped from the brush. Mother Revel 1 had a little of a woman's curiosity, and a great deal of a woman's tenderness. "The major's a good man, not fit for you to name Get away from here as quick as you can, and remember this— there's only one thing I love in the world and that's the boy." "Halt or I fire!" he yelled. The dull level of parliamentary platitude has been relieved by one hn morons Incident at leaat. In the old unsatisfactory days of repression of Irish aspirations and curtailment of Irish privileges an act was passed by parliament prohibiting the dm of filial prefixes O and Mao. Of ooorse these prefixes had a more obvions meaning in ancient times and held the same meaning as the terminals "son" in English, "sen" in Danish, "ovitch" in Russian, as the French "Fits," the Hebrew "Dar" and the Welsh "Ap." This law, framed to obliterate such a natural distinction, was essentially a childish blunder. It was made perhaps under the Influence of the old ditty: The prisoner swung about and brought the carbine to his shoulder. A scream came from the spring, and Mother Revell ran out, wringing her hands. "And I'll bet my father made a good one," said the young sergeant. "Eh, mother? You never tell me much about him." "He must be oold in that dark cell," •he murmured. "Won't you give him a mug of hot coffee?" 4. The triumphant entry was an exaltation of Christ that produced results. When He came into Jerusalem, "all the oity was moved, saying, 'Who is this?' " One great object of our exaltation of Christ should be to l?ad men to Inquire about Him and to learn to admire Him. If we exalted Christ more in our daily walk and conversation, in all our private and public actions, men would more often say, "Who is this?" And this would give us the opportunity to tell them who our Christ is and to urge them to believe in, profess and exalt Him. She slipped quickly from him and through the guardroom, past the drowsy corporal and regained her home before the sun was yet above the plain's far rim. "No, nol Both of you I Don'tshoott" "He'd only growl and refuse it." She rushed to her son and flung herself entreatingly on his breast, but not "It was so long ago, dear," the laundress answered in a whisper. "Let me," said Mother Revell, with innate Red Cross proclivities. 83. "Ha went in therefore and abut the door upon them twain, and prayed unto the Lord." He now does as Elijah did. It is good to take the ohildren one by on* alone with Ood. It ia well sometime* to have those with us In prayer who are In sympathy, as when Jesus took Peter, James and John, and the father and mother of the little girl whom He would restore to life. It is at other time* wiser to be alone with God. There came a rap on the door, peremptory and official, and Martin rose and opened it, letting into the room a shiver compelling gust of wind and a whirl of snow. She took the tin cup and filled it ■teaming full and took as well a piece of pia With these she stepped lightly along the dark corridor to the farthest oell, a dark and chilly dungeon, utterly lonesome, securely barred. Hbe paused timidly a foot away from the grating. By the smoky light of the oil lamp in the corridor she made out to see a bundle of blankets in the far corner. CHAPTER IIL The authority mentioned is the only one that I find for "mead" being "meat and drink." "Braggot" was made of malt, honey and water; '"hydromet" was made of "water and honey sodden together," so says my authority of 1681. The ordinary dictionary of today gives "Mead—honey and water fermentod and flavored,'' but this oould hardly bave been the "mead" of the Saxon period to which I refer. The young sergeant came to his moth er's little breakfast table in a ]Door hu in or. "Hello, Seddont" he cried. "What's up? Oome in!" A snow bespattered orderly, coated and befurred, entered with a stamping of overshoes. "Mother, can you give me something to eat?" he cried. "They've detailed a new oook, and he can't either baku beans or make coffee. The mess breakfast was ruined. This is something lika Nobody, alive or dead, ever made hash like you, mother, and this is coffee, not bootleg. Say, mother, you're pale. What have you been doing to yourself?" By Mao and O You're sore to kaow An Irishman, they say. But if they lack The O and Mao No Irishman are they. 84. "And he went up and lay npon the child." The Terse goes on to tell just how he did it, mouth to mouth, eyes to eyes, bands to hands. The late C. H. Spurgeon, to whom I am indebted for many thought* on this lesson, said that to stretoh oneself down to a ohild was the hardest kind of stretching, but unless we can find graoe to put ourselves as far as poasibl* in the place of the children whom we seek to reach, seeing and thinking as they do, w* may not hope to reach them. "With the major's compliments to Mrs. Revell," he said formally, "and he know when stripes should be wetted " "Would you like a cup of ooffee and a piece of hot pie?" asked Mother RevelLBible Readings. —Pa. xxiv, 1-10; xxxiv, 3; Isa. xlv, 22-26; Math, xvi, 18-20; xxviii, 18-20; John xiii, SI, 82; Acts i, 1-11; iv, 10-12; xv, 25, 26; Rom. xiv, 7-12; GaL li, 20, 21; Phil, ii, 1-12; CoL ill, 1-4, 16, 17; Rev. v, 1-14. The repeal of this once obnoztoofl law was moved amid great laughter ia the common*, and when Mr. Tim Healy, one of it* sponsor*, was asked why he had nothing to say on it* behalf he caused a great diversion by confessing with mock solemnity that "word* failed him."—International Magazine. The orderly grinned aud placed two bottles of wine on the table and dashed out to resume hia post at the house of the major commanding. That "mead" has fallen from the position it once held is, I think, clear, and the method of its manufacture is lost. So far as my inquiries go it is made in this district from honey, brown sugar, peppercorns, Jamaica pepper, ginger, cloves, wild carrots, brewers' barm and water.—Notes and Queries. The blanket was slipped from a shaggy, gray haired, gray bearded head and two eyes, red shot, stared out "I?" she answered, and the soft, sweet pink spread on her cheek. "I'm all right, Martin. Are you off duty today?"Tears sprang to Mother Revell's eyes, and her sou reddened with pleasure. "I've brought you a cup"— The blfcnkets were tossed aside and the prisoner made a spring at the bara His lips were apart in surprise; his hands shook; his eyes were eager. \k r-r* 2D Tho note of the trae church is not correctness, but catholicity. We long for a church that shall indeed be "the mother of us all." She is not the mother of the saints and of the confessors only; she is also the mother of heretics and reformers. She has room for all. Her children must not only have food and discipline, but they must also have freedom and light. She does not cast them off when they make mistakes. They must have room to grow; they must have opportunity for experiment and adventure. The great thing, after all, is not a well kept house, but a healthy, happy household.—Christian Register. The Trne Church. "How kind of the old major," she ■aid. "He's bean a good friend to me To think he should remember your promotion, Martini" 86. " Then be returned and walked in the houee to and fro and went up and stretched himself upon him, and the ohild sneezed seven times, and the ohild opened bis eyes." First the flesh waxed warm, then followed the sneezing and then the opened eye*. The boy might have revived at onoe, as in the case of the little girl or the widow's son or Eutyohus, but our Lord does not often do the same work In the same exact way any more than H* makes two leaves or two faces exactly alike. A Gallant Indlaa VlfkUr. He shook his head. "No suoh luck—guard,'' he answered, and bent hungrily over his plate. Mother Revell paled again and trembled.A gallant Indian fighter, known to the whole army for an act of conspicuous personal courage in 1870, has juat been honored by President MoKinlay with a long "Good Lord 1 Are you still with the boys?" he whispered. —j.. "Ah, it's you he remembers, mother, cried Martin. "Do you think he forgets how you nursed him when the Apaches gave him that bullet in the ribs?" The Church In Western Australia. The mug of ooffee shook in Mother Revell's hand until much of the draft was spilled on the wornout boards, but Mother Revell had courage and wit and presence of mind, developed by her unusual training. She neither screamed nor fainted, but her breath came pantingly.Until recently the English colony of West Australia was ecclesiastically a province of Spain The last two Roman Catholic bishops of Perth, the West Australian metropolis, Dr. Serra and Dr. Griver, were both Spaniards, although their priests and congregations were almost entirely Irish. Spain has now been ousted from the ecclesiastical supremacy, and an Irish prelate rules at Perth, although the Spaniards are still in possession atNewNorcia, where they have a remarkable monastic oolony, governed by the only mitered abbot in Australia, Dr. Salvado, one of the original Spanish missionaries who went out more than half a century ago.—New York Tribune. delayed and mudvdeeerved medal at honor. While captain of Troop D, Ninth United States cavalry, he was scouting near Grand river Oct. 1, 1879, and there heard of the defeat of three troops of cavalry, under Major Thornburg, near White River agency, Colorado, on Sept. 99. An overwhelming force of hostile Indian* wer* besieging Major Thornburg and threatening the entire destruction of the command. Captain Dodge started at onoe for the battlefield, rode ail night, arrived at the scene of the oonflict at daylight on Oct. 9, attacked at once and held out for three days. "Hands upt Grab that bag, Jack, on the front seat! Hands up, d—n yout Quick!" "GuardI" she said at last. "Why, Martin, you were on the night before last" "Don't shoot!" before his revolver had cracked. The prisoner was a second later. Unhurt by Martin's bullet, he returned the fire as Mother Revell clasped her boy. Martin heard his mother cry out in pain and felt her fall heavily forward upon his rescuing arm. The guard rushed past, carbines ready, in pursuit of the fugitive, but the sergeant of the guard paid no attention to them. He picked the little unconscious woman up in his arms and dashed away to the post hospital, terror in his eyes. "Faith," Healy muttered, "an maybe he moinds further back than that, me boy, whin he wuz only a sargint hisself in the war, an yer mother nursed more nor him through the bullet fever." "Drop that bag!" cried the paymaster. "Sergeant!" "Can't help it Schiedermann's gone aick, Foley's acting sergeant major, MoMillan's on detached service mending telegraph wires, Fairleigh's provost sergeant and so on. There's only Bob Otis and I for duty—one night in." And then came a dreadful scream as a pistol cracked at his eye and he fell back dead. 86. "And he called Oehazl and said, Call this Sbunamlte. So he called her. And when she was come in unto him he said. Take up thy son." Now she received him alive from the dead, more to her than ever before, yet doubtless held henceforth with very different feelings from formerly. In the first place, be was, like Isaac, a supernatural child (verse 14), and now h* was a child aotually given baok from the dead, fco that this great woman of Shunem was made to see the great power of the Ood of Israel in a twofold way. "Healy I" cried Mother Revell nervously.The soldiers were out of the wagon plunging through the drifts, and even as the paymaster fell Sergeant Revell discharged his carbine and dashed to the rescue, followed by the men. At the ambulance the clerk was fighting furiously. The precious bag he had thrown between his feet Then the soldiers were upon them, and it was all over. The robbers had not been quick enough In their daring dash. The man at the heads of the plunging mules slipped off first and the other three dashed across the half frozen water at sight of the blue and belted overcoats. The squad "You again!" she whispered at last, and they were silent staring at each other, the man with an astonished, half pleased smile, the woman white and dazed. At last she found herself and pushed the ooffee and pie between the bars. "It's a shame!" she cried, jumping up in a passion of fear. "You can't! You must not!" "Mam," said the long legged, red haired oorporal, "shall I beafther openin a bottle uv wine?" Friendship is the nearest thing we know to what religion is. God is love, and to make religion akin to friendship is simply to give it the highest expression conceivable by man.—Ruskin. Friendship. its arrived, and the "Is it shampeen," cried the farrier •xoitedly, "or maybe sherry wine?" "Why, mother?" "You—I'll go and speak to the major!" Indians fled. He was at the time highly oommended in orders. Major Dodge la a son of Francis Dodge of Danvers, Mass., and first saw service in the Twenty-third Massachusetts volunteers during the civil war. "Drink it!" she murmured. "I shall see you again." "Pass me the bottle, Fin, av ye please," said Healy, "an Oi'U be afther tellin ye It's naythur. It's port an old fashioned wine Mishtress Revell, me grandfathefhad dccens uv it iu his castle in the ould counthry." "What on earth—mother, you know suoh things often happen. It's all in the five years. Don't get excited." He nodded to her and gulped the hot drink down and took the pie. CHAPTER IV. "How is she?" "Is she better?" Heal Magic nuiulMr. 87. "Then she went In ana fell at bit feet and bowed herself to the ground, and took up her son and went out" Let some mother who has lost an only son describe this motber'a joy at suoh a time and under such circumstances. We may imagine her bowing before God with him and saying like Hannah, "He shall be given to the Lord as long as be Uvea." Let all our hearts turn more fully to the Only Begotten Son of God whom God spared not, but delivered Him up for us all, and let us remember that with Him He has freely given us all things (Rom. viii, 80). May no one and no thing come between our hearts and Him. Mother Revell had been gone but two minutes when she came back to the guardroom. "You—you'll be ilL" She began to crjr. "It'll tire you out" "Is there any chauce for her?" "I often hear of the niagic number," ■aid some one. " What number is it?" To be "without natural affection" is to lack that element of character up«n which the Holy Spirit lays His hand hi lifting us out of the life of Bin and into the life of holiness.—American Friend. Into the Life. Reed tad Wheeler. "Mother," he said, stepping to her side and petting her, *' you are ill. Why, you, of all people, know one night in is no hardship It won't last. Look hero I I'm going to ask the hospital steward to send yon down a tonic, and don't you move from your stove today. I'll run up and see you at dinner tima Now, I must hurry and clean my belts a bit" All day long the men came slipping up to the hospital and whispered their anxious inquiries in the attendants' ears and went off in gloom when the steward pursed his lips and shook his head. "Why, nine, of course," replied some one else. "There are nine muses, you know, and you talk of a nine days' wonder. Then you bowl at nine pins and a cat has nine lives." A Washington paper says that among a party In Speaker Reed's room at the capital a few months ago waa General Joe Wheeler, whose diminutive stature and agile movements are hardly less remarkable than his military record aa a cavalry leader In the Confederate army. Soma one remarked that the veteran members of the house were dropping out one by on«, and another added, "General Wheeler Is still with us." "Give it here," the farrier cried, waving a corkscrew. "Did that brute frighten you?" cried Martin. " You are white as your apron." "Fin Strait," said the corporal, suddenly snatching it, while be frowned upon his friend. "In a inatther uv this giniility ye'll be koind enough to remimber me rank is shuperior to yours." fired a volley after them, futile in the storm and darkness. "Hush, Martin," said the old lady, with a shiver. "Don'tcall him that It was only the dark and the oold of that lonely cell that frightened me." Toward evening she became sensible and found Martin in the room with the doctor, and a tall mustached figure in the shadows of a corner. "Nonsense," broke in another. "Seven is the magio number; seventh heaven, don't you know, and all that; seven oolorsin the rainbow; seven days in the week; seventh son of a seventh son—great fellow, and"— "Tush, tush," remarked a third. "Five's the number, you mean. A man has five fingers on his hand and five toes on his foot and he has five senses, and"— The Blackest Misery. And he opened the bottle with dignity."Ha, ha!" the troopers laughed. "A veteran of the war frightened by the dark! Oh, Mother Revell!" A closed heaven represents the blackest misery that humanity is capable of suffering.—Rev. W. 8. Cassmore. They had but once sipped the unwanted liquor and were beginning to comment upon its taste when ouoe again there came a rap upon the door, a rap as peremptory and official as the first. Fin Strait, fearful of intrusively thirsty throats, hid the seoond bottle promptly, and Mother Revell djuw nearer the stove, away from the draft of the opening door. Again the snow drifted in as Martin Revell answered the knock, and again a snow bespattered orderly entered. This time it was the orderly trumpeter from the sergeant major's office. He left her shaking silently, but turn ed at the open door. "Martin," she whispered, "are you hurt, boy?" "Yes," drawled Mr. Reed, "bat the Almighty has never yet been able to put his The delicate flush, so readily provoked on Mrs. Revell's cheek, saved her pallor from being again noticed. "That hangdog road agent is to be sent to the railway tomorrow. The sheriff will take charge of him there." ReaUt It* Arrogance. "I wish I were, dear little mother," he cried, "so that you were safe!" Try to cultivate the moral courage that will resist the arrogance of fashion. —Philadelphia Methodist. flnyr on Joe in any one plaoa." nat'£S^2i ■T of the Globe for f RHEUMATISM,! I MifcuitATiftTA sad tlwllM Oomplsinta, I and prepared under the stringent S L GERMAN MEDICAL LAWS,^ prescribed by eminent phyiieiana^^M ■») OIL RICHTER'S (KSk ANCHOR [PAIN EXPELLERl ■ World renowned! Remarkablyaoceessfelt ■ ■Only genuine with Trade Mark " Anchor, "■ ■F. id. KkkUt *-Ca,tl6Pearl8t., New Tart. ■ I 31 HI8HEST AWARDS. ■ 13 Branch Honsas. Own Glaaiworki. ■ B Mid SO (H. l»dDrwC u4 ui »■■■■*•C A I'AftKKH A PICK* w Untm A a C. UUCK, M North Val» Rtrrot. J. H. HOITK, 4 North 1.U St. PITI8WR, I "ANCHOR" STOMACHAL bwt for I I Oet^PpupteABt—eh Ce-j^df.! "Has the major seen him?" she asked quietly of her son. The Apoatollo Way. Mother Revell huddled up in her chair as the door closed behind her and became a nervous bundle of anxious fears. "Hush! None of that now, sergeant or you'll have to get out," the doctor said as the lad flung himself on his knees by the bed. The question that confronts the D.hurch today is not how to awaken an interest in missions, bat how to get men profoundly Interested in Christ. Nothing bat living, personal union with Him will make the church missionaries —her bishops, her ministers and her people. Christ was the great missionary. "He came," He said, "not to be ministered unto, but to minister." Interest in the mission work of the church can be sustained only as union with Christ, the strength and inspiration of the great missionary movement, is sustained. —Churchman. "No, only the adjutant; but the fellow's cute. He won't talk. Nobody is allowed to see him. Angels of mercy are, of course, excepted." Dwell With Me. Gracious Spirit, dwell with me I 1 myself would gracious be. And with words that help and heal Would Thy life in mine reveal, And with actions bold and meek Would for Christ my Saviour speak. "Three is undoubtedly the magic number," interrupted another, "because people give three cheers and Jonah was inside a whale three days and three nights, and if at first you don't succeed, try, try again—three times, you seel" "Tonight!" ahe muttered. "He must escape tonight, and Martin on guard! If he should fail, if the guard shoots him —a son shoot his father down 1 Oh, oh I And if he succeeds Martin will be tried for allowing the escape, for neglect of duty, and be reduced It will ruin his ohanoe of promotion. Oh, oh!" Mother Revell petted her boy's hand weakly, and her eyes sought the oorner. He patted his mother's cheek, and she tried to laugh, then took her basket and bade them all good night and a quiet guard. She walked steadily home, tramping bravely through the drifts, answering cheerily enough the greetings of a party of officers she met as they came out of the club; but, once home, she locked and barred the door, put out the light, and sat, her face hidden in her hands, until morning by the stove. "Is it you, major?" she asked softly, and the officer commanding came silently to her side. Truthful Spirit, dwell with inel I myself would truthful be, And with wisdom kind and ulear Let Thy life in mine appear, And with actions brotherly Speak my Lord's sincerity. "Sorry to disturb you, Mrs. Revell," he said. "Order from the adjutant's office, sergeant" "Mother Revell," he whispered, "don't you wish to speak to me?" This was received with some contempt by the company, and a soulful youth gushed out: She paused, closing her eyes, and then opened them upon the doctor. "Two, oh, two is the magio number. Oneself and one other—the adored one! Just us two!" "Hello!" shouted the sergeant reading the order. " Paymaster ooming up from Fort Nickerson, Healy." She sat, stunned, until the bugles on the parade ground announced guard mount. She stole to the window and watohed. Crash went the band. All the familiar, stirring maneuvers were performed in the bright winter sun. The band ceased, the adjutant and sergeant major saluted, the shrill bugles advanoed, and the new guard marched on to the guardroom, the tall and bright eyed young sergeant in command. She oould hear his clear voice even when he was out of sight at the distant guardhouse: "Ne\t guard! Present arms!" "I've seen many of the poor boys go, doctor," she said. "Tell me." Tender Spirit, dwell with met I myaelf would tender be. "It's time," growled the corporal. "It's stony I am." And he told her. The doctor took Martin by the shoulder and pushed him out before him gently, and the major and Mother Revell were left alone. At once she asked: A hard featured individual, who bad been listening to the conversation hitherto unmoved, here remarked in a harsh voice: Shut my heart up like a flower At temptation's darksome hour. Open it when shinee the sun. "Handi up, d—« you!" Before the bugles sounded reveille round the white counterpaned parade ground she was up and busy, poking into odd oorners for something she frown ingly sought. At last Bhe found it a little steel tori and she slipped it in the bosom of her dress. She fed the stove and made coffee again and filled her can. Then, while the dawn hung timorously in doubt and the sky in the east was very slowly trembling from violet to gray, she pulled on her boots and took her shawl and once inoie started for the guardhouse. There the men were weary, and those not out on post i were sleening, The lowut sergeant wa» Antagonism to the Bicycle. "Mother, I'm in charge of the eeoort to meet him at Wolf creek—start right away—meet him tomorrow noon. That breaks up our party." ell suddenly darted from the others, plunging knee deep into the creek. One of the outlaws had slipped and stumbled in the stream. In a breath the agile lad was on top of him, and struggling, choking, half drowned, but clinging like bulldogs, the two men rolled over the pebbly bottom Martin held fast, and quickly others came to his assistance with ropes. In a few minutes the prisoner, bound cruelly tight, lay at the bottom of the wagon, a mat for the soldiers' feet, and the teams were away at a swift trot for the poet, the pay chest ■W tat Us wmHlu murdered. And His love by fragrance own. Christian ministers are not alone in their antagonism to the bicycle. It iffects also the attendance at Jewish Sunday services, or at least is claimed Do. We seriously doubt it, however. If •he young men who go off on their wheels would otherwise go to temple on Sunday mornings, they would attend at least on rainy days and during the winter months when wheels are laid aside, but careful inquiry fails to prove this to be the case. No, it is not the wheel that keeps the youag men away.—American Hebrew.  "The magio number is No. 1 in this world, and if you want to suoceed never forget it" Mighty Spirit, dwell with met 1 myself would mighty be— MlJkMty so as to prevail Where, unaided, man must fall, Ever by a mighty hope Pressing on and bearing up. "He was caught?" "Aw!" the farrier cried. "The sergeant major don't know how to run a roster. It's nut your turn." "Junior sergeant beads the list" said the orderly briefly. "Thank you, Mrs. Revell—your health. My word! Wine? You're tony." "Ho was shot down, dead, Bessie." "And you recognized him?" "But nobody else, Bessie. Nobody shall know he was Sergeant Revell. " An interval of deep thought on the part of all followed, after which they went in silently to supper.—Brooklyn Oitizen. "Thank you, major," she sighed, with a content that almost stifled her pain. "Martiu will nover know when—when lie's an officer and a gentleman. Major, you've been very, very good and kind." Holy Spirit, dwell with me I I myself would holy be. Separate from sin, I would Choose and cherish all things good And, whatever I oan be, Qlva to him who gave me Thee. —Thomas T. Lynch. Evening stable call and the troopers in white stable dress, trotting at double time through the frosty air of the fail lng day—supper call—retreat and the sunset gun. Martin ran in to see her and (goad her so white he resolved to brine Jean Rlchepin's Career. The story of how he came to adopt a literary career is sufficiently picturesque. For some time he bad pioked up a precarious livelihood by doing "odd Jobs," including High prosaiQ jjooupa.t as MINERS' SAVINGS BANK, or PlTTBTO*. Interest paid on Deposits twice a year. General banking business done. « « - wf A' WWW. frMiiUst lC. M Hn.nu». Qwhlei. "I'll report at the office with my men ■nd escort wagon in half an hoar," said flfca sergeant. "Good night, mother." S»* aightfra saooct tar "I'd have done more if you'd let me, Bessie," htj answered.  to On re constipation Fort»«r. Take Caacareu Candj Cathartic. lQe orJSo If a e. C (ail