Pittston Gazette

              latablUhed 1850. I ▼Ola. XUX No. 41. ( Oldest Newspaper in the Wvomine Vallev PITTSTON, LUZERNE COUNTY, PA., FRIDAY, JULY 14, 1899. A Weekly Local and Family Journal. J *1.00 a Year ; iu Advance. occupy them night and day, to tbe manifest gain in color, vivacity and value of their conversation. . I $ t' I W^YSTE/^^1 VIOLZV^^R^^Stright. CENTURy brated treatise on tbe paradoxical. And now don't interrupt me for the space of a minute. Yon're a sad chatterbox. Miss Addington." He asked where I lived, as ne had done more than once before, and what rent 1 paid, and what kind of a doctor 1 bad. and then be said inconseqnently, with his own odd compound of hnmor, suspicion, scorn and simple human interest: "You'll be getting married some of these days, just like any other fool. They say that ass Bentley is in love up there," pointing with a rough, fat thumb to the ceiling. swim. 1 swore old Martin to secrecy, and I guess he's been all right there. He seemed too ashamed to be likely to talk about it." Bentley's" designs some time Derore sne did. I began to see that it would be like stopping a process of nature to take her away from this subject. THE SUNDAY SCHOOL. CHRISTIAN ENDEAVOR. He stopped and laid an nnmanicnred forefinger against his grizzled temple. "I'm preparing the way to a graceful transition. I wonld be telling yon something that is for yonr amusement. I am an observant old mole, I was saying, and now 1 can't be giving yon one particle of useful information as to whether or no the boss is going to sell the paper out to the Republicans next week nor as to what will become of yon and me if be does, though I dare say there are other blind moles that have discovered all that, bnt I'm about to tell you that that big brute Bentley is in love with that old proofreader's little girl, and none in the office knows it but me and him, and it's ten to one I know it best! Yes, sure, 1 thought you'd be grateful to me for a little diversion like that. It's nut every day yon can see or even hear what a brass monkey's like when it's in love. Ite experience mnch more resembles that of a white man than yon wonld ever imagine, and that's the truth. No, he's not trying, as he wonld say himself—worse Inck to him—he's not just trying to mash her; he's in love, I'm telling yon, and his feelinga are not dissimilar to those depicted by Tom Moore and other poets that the hnlking ignoramus never heard of, and there is the paradoxical for yon. Me bald spot was bigger than a trade dollar before I conld have believed such a contradiction possible, so think what an inexplicable surprise it must be to him, that has no more power of ratiocination than me blackthorn there. I have been industriously gathering the evidence for days, till me conviction was complete, before I'd come to tell yon. Bentley had not been to See me since my accident, though he had sent me a bottle of champagne. I am sure I don't know how Bentley's sympathy ever found vent on occasions when a gift of champagne conld not express it. Perhaps such occasions never arose. Soon after the typewriter's call I got a letter from him. He said: "Did he, did he really?" I exclaimed, laughing with the pleasure of coming on this phase of Martin and forgetful for the moment of my sympathy with Bentley. "Tell me about it." "I didn't know them till two days ago," she said, looking attentively at LESSON III, THIRD QUARTER, INTER- Toplf For the Week Beginning Jolf lO—Comment by Hev. 8. II. Doyle. Topic.—A friend in need.—Luke x, 30-37. * NATIONAL SERIES, JULY 16. the toes of the boots crossed in front of her and as if she had more in her mind than she was saying. I waited. "I felt —I don't know how." Text of the Leaion, Dan. Ill, 14-30. Memory Veraea, 16-18—Uolden Text, Dan. Ill, IT—Commentary Prepared by the Rev. D. M. Stearita. Friendship is a great boon to mankind. The value of true friendship }s inestimable. It is a blessed thing to have a friend in .whom we can absolutely trust, who knows us altogether, our failings and our weaknesses,  as our points of strength, and who, in spite of all, is constant and unfailing, cheering us In adversity, comforting «s iu trouble, strengthening us in weakness, and not failing even to place before us our faults that we may be guarded against them. Such a friendship caanot be too highly prized, and such a friend should be sought by every man and woman. As early in life as possible the soul of every man and woman should be knit to the soul of another in an abiding friendship, as the souls of Jonathan and David. If it were so and human friendships were never neglected or betrayed, how many clouds would be lifted from the dark and dreary days of life I Bentley gave me a look in which vague reproach and vague sympathy mingled. He, too, in his way, had an artistic enjoyment of life, and before he realized that he was descending from the pedestal where be and sorrow sat he found himself telling how Martin was not up to the ancient honorable methods, and felt as shy as if some one were proposing marriage to himself. "At last," said Bentley, "she piped his eye and said be had a large family, but he never could bear to have Linnie— that's its little name—think he wanted to get rid of her. He seemed to think, if I was doing the ancient hcnorable so far, I'd be sure to go the whole animal and want my bride whether she wanted me or not. I told him I wasn't ancient and honorable to that extent. I drew tbe line at the girl. I'd court her, if be pleased, entirely for myself, and she and 1 would settle things between us. I was only showing him my hand, not asking any help in the game. I was glad I spoke to him, because for one thing it showed—well, for several reasons, though she couldn't ever have been spoiled and made like some, anyhow. Much good it all is to me,'1 be went on dejectedly, "when she dissembles her love and kicks me down stairs." He looked far out of the window and over the chimney tops. "I knew he'd turned almighty no account lately," he went on. "So, when I got hold of this, I sent for him and gave him some good advice. But he told me he wanted to marry tbe girl. I had a notion to dismiss him on tbe spot.'' "Did you fall in love at first sight, too, as Mr. Bentley did?" [Copyright. 1899, by D. M. Stearns.] Have thought about elevating up to your maiden bower to see how you are, butl hoar, anyhow, every day, and, judging by the way old Maloney blows about oheerlng your fevered brow, I conclude you get about as muck Appeal office aa you can stand. Then I've got that girl on the brain «o bad that I'm no good, it I saw you, I'd talk about nothing elae. I'm working the system for all It's worth. There's nothing else for me to do. I'll ■end you a bulletin aeiuioccasionally. I lose so much aleep about the thing myself 1 feel as if the suspense were holding you back too. She shook her head in silence. "No'm," she said after a moment. "I thought he was tbe—the plainest gentleman in the office when I first went there, though, of course"—raising her voice a little—"I could see he was very fine looking, but I didn't know how smart be was then and how everybody thonght of him. That isn't what makes me care for him, though," she added quickly. 14, 16. "Who is that God that shall deliver you out of my hands?" Thus said Nebuchadnezzar to Daniel's friends as he gave them anotht# chance for their lives, threatening them with death in the fiery furnace if they failed to worship the golden image which he had set up. He had said to Daniel in connection with the declaration and interpretation of the forgotten dream, "Of a truth it is that your Qod is a God of gods and a Lord of kings" (chapter ii, 47), but in his pride he had evidently forgotten this, and now therw is no one so great in his estimation as himself. The spirit of the plain of Dura was manifested on the plain of Shinar (Gen. xi, 4), and long before it was seen in Cain. It shall belul!/seen in the last days in the anti-Chrisi, and his companions (Dan. xi, 36-88; II Thess. ii, 4; Rev. xlli). 16-18. "Our God whom we serve la able to deliver us from the burning fiery furnace, and He will deliver us out of thine hand, O king!" So they did not wish a second trial, for their purpose was firm that they would not bow down to his gods nor to his golden image which he had set up, and they had no care as to consequences. What splendid confidence in God! What grand indifference to man or his power! They knew and practiced Ps. lxli, 6; xxvii, 8. To no one but the living God would they bow, and in TTlm ftlone would they trust. I waa aft work in my little den at The Evening Appeal office. The paper trad just gone to press, but I was hurrying to finish before going home a "special" for tbe next day'a issue. / Through my open door I could see tbe dingy desks of the ao called editorial room, most of them vacated now, and from the farthest corner came tbe drone of a proofreader. Glancing at this familiar scene, I stopped my writ- back to mine, looking at me sidewise with a return of something of his usual twinkle, a twinkle in eclipse, and declared:He drew down his overhanging brows and looked at me as piercingly as if he were moved by some weightier motive than a simple elephantine, unscrupulous desire to betray me into an amusing burst of sentiment. "It's tbe system I'm asking yon to pay tribute to. I'm free to confess. Miss Addington"—here a faint, incredible sbade of embarrassment seemed to cross Bentley's countenance—"that I never truly loved before, but yet"— Bentley lifted and knitted his brows as be scratched his bead with one finger and looked silently at me. 1 was constrained to say, "Why, yes, Mr. Bentley, 'bnt yet' "— I gave her my buttonhole bouquet day before yesterday. I've come down to dressing Ilk I u regular cane sucker. She put it in a glass of water. Then I never let on I knew she was alive for hours. Today 1 broke out In a fresh place and asked her to have a glass of beer when the men got some at noon. That was coining things too close together, but I was nearly laid up with the strain of not looking at har tor so long, and that typewriting girl—the old one—was here, aad 1 gave her a drink too. You see, this 19 till according to the system Intellectually Interpreted, the principle of the oore of the system being to keep yourself before the public and not show your hand. That white rabbit did the unconscious act aa if she'd been born before the footlights. She'a a tough one. It must be put on; she must have her little attention turned my way some, don't you think? I've been keeping this thing up steady, but I'm afraid I'm losing my fine touch, and she not breathe4 yet. It makes my head swim, Miss Addington. "Well, now," I asked judicially, "what does make you care for him f That will be very interesting to hear." I only said how justifiable such a step would be and how right he was in publishing Mr. Bentley's unworthy sentiments. His temper ruffled a little. This scientific method of inquiry seemed to suit her own sense of the serious value of tbe investigation. She turned her head on one side and looked at me with an expression of intent intellectual preoccupation, as a pigeon might look if it gave its mind to mathematics."A good deal more justifiable than you'd think," be asserts aggressively. "I wish I'd never knocked under to hire women." ing a moment as my eyes rested on his copy bolder. Instead of the rough young - hobbledehoy who usually filled that place, there aat the most young girllike of young girls, making a sunshine in the grimy place. She had soft light A friend in need is illustrated in the topical reference by the good Samaritan. Though the relation between the Samaritan and the man who fell among thievee was not strictly what we call friendship, yet it does set forth tfee characteristics of a trne friendship. 1. It was friendship in adversity. The good Samaritan was a friend In need, and only a friend in need is a friend indeed. To call a relation friendship that exists only when the sun shines and disappears with the coming of the clouds is a misnomer. Such a rotation is not friendship. It is but a baae imitation. "True friends wait to be summoned in the time of prosperity, bat in trouble they come and offer their help." "Oh, well," I replied soothingly, "you can comfort yourself with the reflection that yon did it only to save "Egg-aactly," be answered heartily. "You are tbe sort of person I like to talk to. Well, now, my system is applicable in dealing with any yonng lady whose good will yon wish to gain— whose good will you wish to gain," Bentley repeated, brightening with enjoyment of the felicity of this phrase. "I don't think I can tell exactly," she said at last, with an inflection that recognized the mystery and novelty of this inability. "At least," she went on painstakingly and slowly, "of course I ought to care for him when he's so—so nice, bnt I don't know that I can tell jnst what made me think abont it first, only he acted so queer. Sometimes for a long time"— She stopped, cogitated, then went on: "Sometimes it seemed as if he felt one way and sometimes as if he didn't; that made me think about him at first, I suppose, and then he just went on acting qneer all the time." brown hair drawn smoothly back into tbe decentest of little knots. She turned toward me tbe neatest of little profile*, and sbe devoted herself to her copy with tKa gentlest bend of her small bead. Just aa I was idly recalling tbe fact old Martin, the proofreader, bad once confided to me his desire to get this position for a daughter of his, Bentley, tbe "star" reporter of Tbe Appeal, came striding in and toward me. • Ue shot another scowling, scrutinizing glance at ma money." "Do you know the girl?" be aaked. No, I said; I Lad never spoken to her. I guess you're putting up a thanksgiving prajer by this time because I have been keeping away from you. All right, put up another while you're about it on account of the (act that I'm going to stay away. And I'll make piy other bulletins shorter. Bo there's another item. "She innst be a queer fool," went on the man of reason. "Why don't she haul hiai in and get the thing over with? She can't expect to do any better."••I've had it in shape pretty nearly ever since my ooming ont sociable at Cranberry Center. Not with unvarying success. I don't say that, bnt it's done ita part, it's done it well. It isn't as if a professional beauty were using it exactly, I know that. I have faith in it, I always have had—that is, but now tbe sight of that white mouse out there takes all the starch Cmt of me. Carious, isn't it. though I don't suppose"— 19-22. The fury of the king, who knew no one greater than himself, went forth against them, and the most mighty men in his army bound them and bast them into the fiery furnace, which was heated seven times more than ordinarily. The king has now done his worst, and those who dared to stand against him have, as he thinks, perished. The mighty men who cast them into the fornaoe died by a spark (see margin) from the furnace, for it is a terrible thing to touch a child of God. It is like touching the apple of His eye (Zech. ti, 8). Then shall all perish from before Him who dare to stand against Him. The beast and false prophet gtmll be cast alive into the lake of fire, and a thousand years later the dSvil also «hAll be cast Into the same place, to be tormented forever (Rev. xix, 20; xx, 10). 28. "And these three men fell down bound into the midst of the burning fiery furnace.'' If the flame or a spark from the furnace slew the mighty men who cast them in, one would naturally expect these three to have perished instantly, and the king might have thought, or the beholders have said, "It is all over with them," but there are powers and agencies of which the mere natural man knows nothing. Ellsha's servant saw only the Syrian army, but Elisha saw the ohariots of God. The angels are always ministering, and they excel in strength, and nothing is too hard for Him whom they serve (Ps. oliL 80; Jer. xxxii, 17). Be had passed the light hearted stage in which he liked to characterize the girl he loved in the names he gave her, and in his depression was taking refuge with all mankind in the significant pronoun.1 said that perhaps she did not want to marry him. My employer snorted with genuine irritation. If you'd think something I could do for you. It would be the beat assignment I'll get this month. I'm in Just as bad a fix as to obligations as if jou were being bored by Calvert every day. You'll have it all the worse in the end. By the time you get back he'll believe he owns that room, and he'll only let you In as a thundering favor. "Spare me a minute from tbe tariff T" be questioned, standing in my doorway, pushing bis silk bat to tbe back of bis red bead with one hand and resting tbe other, which held a lighted cigar, against tbe door frame. When I had declared my willingness to lay aaide for a time those political labors with which it pleased Mr. Bentley to imagine me always occupied, be took off bis hat and laid it with his cigar oa the steam heater outside, came in and seated himself astride my vacant chair and for a moment stared at ma in silence over tbe back of it "Wall, now, tbe first I noticed was the way be went white and red when she came to speak to him about hie copy one day. It fills me with rage to fhink of that; it does indeed. To think of bim having the additional impudence to exhibit a capacity for changing color like a girlt" • "Want! What else are yon women always wanting T" and then he added, after obviously swallowing an oath, a special courtesy I much appreciated: "Unless there is every reason why yon should want it, unless yon'd tye tome good to somebody married, then it's a fact there is no telling what fine scruples you'll set. There's no counting"— Then, interrupting himself, he said, with a change of tone and a return to his habitual grim rudeness of manner, a rudeness differing from that be had previously shown in this conversation, inasmuch as it put an end to interchange, "I don't like lovering around the shop; I ain't going to stand mnch of it," and with that he began to shuffle the papers on his desk in aggressive unconsciousness of my existence. I was moved to apologize for having added to his perplexities. He waved me aside. "Ob, cracky, I don't want to lose old Martin hie place, and I bet you're right abont it That old"—Bentley paused and drew two long C£phes in the air—"he's capable of 4ftthing; sides," bis voice sinking to a graver note, "I'd 'bont made up my mind to take the jnmp anyhow. It's just as well. The system's broken down. I never thought she caved in a hairbreadth bnt once, and I guess I was wrong then. Anyhow, she never did it again, and one swallow don't make a summer. Goodby. I might as well go." The system—was not this a disclosure that the system had done its work after all T 2. It was a sympathizing friendship. The Samaritan was a sympathizing friend. He was touched to the heart by the needs of the.men in trouble. The priest and Levite felt.no such sympathy. They were not mends. 8. .It was a helpful friendship. The Samaritan was practical In his sympathy. He relieved the man's wantB and provided for his future welfare. A friend in need must be a practical friend. 4. It was a continued friendship. The fat are well being of the man in trouble was provided for, and undoubtedly the demands for such preparation were met, or wonld have been had the case been real. True friendship mast be continued, constant, unchangeable. Jeeas Christ alone fulfills the requirements of an ideal, perfect Friend. Ife is a Friend that sticketh closer than * brother. He is a Friend in need, a sympathizing, helpful, constant,. Unchangeable Friend. No one should be or  be without the friendship of Christ Life without Christ's friendship is like the sky without the sun. Bible Readings,—I Sam. xviii, 1-4; Prov. xvii, 17; xviii, 24; xxii, 24, 25; zzvii, 6-10; xxv, 19; Zech. xiii, 1-$;, Mark v, 19; John xv, 18-15; il Tim. i. 16-18; Jas. ii, 21-28; iv, 4; III John xiv. "I tbink, Mr. Bentley," I interrupted, "that yon are talking against time to put off telling me what your system is." Bentley'b next bulletin was msdeont in orthodox form: "And you went on thinking abont him more and more," I said. "Mr. Bentley did not think yon thought about him at all." Maloney staid an bpor and I am sure missed an assignment, telling me with infinite relish of detail all the ina and outs of Bentley's maneuvers. The Besieged weakens so far as to snub Besieger. After the beer Besieger went into his shell, forget to say good morning. Opened the window without asking permission. Besieged in subsequent conversations was sternly businesslike in a mousy manner. 8LJOHT VICTORY. "Qet there every time, don't you?" said Bentley, admiringly. Then fixing a queer look upon me, in which again appeared that amazing suggestion of shyness, he said slowly: "He doesn't think so now," said Linnie Martin. "I didn't care for bim— much—till—until he asked me, and I don't think gentlemen ought to know— ousrht to know everything " "He used to write exceptionally clear copy, you know," said be. "He has no more education than me pet cat, but be can write like a grocer's clerk, and be used to do it I've edited bis copy for all be makes such big money. When old Sheffield was managing, be us«d to "Hang around and say nothing. Hang aronnd industriously"—pause— "and say nothing, till more or less urgently invited to. You press tbe button and we do tbe reat These directions are capable of 60 different adjustments to suit the meat complicated case." Bentley was speaking these last sen' tences half abstractedly and watching my face anxiously. N. B.— After all, that's about her usual act, so probably there's nothing In it after all. I wish a sprained ankle was all there was the matter with me. Yours truly, B. Bxvti.IT. The next voiced a surprising proposition . The Flylag Fox. When be spoke, be Mid: "I'm going to aak a favor of yon, Miss Aldington, and I wish by a large majority that it was yon going to aak one of me. Oh, yea, I know, yon're a mighty nice, pleasant, accommodating little girl— that's aside from my wanting something oat of yon just now—but yon don't have it any too soft down here, anyhow, and now I'm going to aak yon —I'm ashamed of myself. But—well, let me open with the curtain music, and work r the last farewell by d»- greea. is"—be stopped, got up and turned ■at down properly and igaio as if he had ' r love The flying fox is a very curious inhabitant of the forest near Moreton bay, in east Australia. It lives in flooks and moves generally toward the dusk of the evening, and the noise produced by the heavy flapping-of the so called wings is very singnlar. The flooks like quiet places, where there are large aranoarian pine trees, with an underwood of scrub and creepers. The foxes hang in vast numbers from horizontal branohes of the pine trees. I am thinking (It read) of doing the ancient honorable and saying something to old Martin. I don't know anything more about the little olookworks that run that tame Uunb of his than I did at first. You might as well try to agitate a Water bury. But the offloe seems to be getting on tome, cur-r-raes on 'em, and I'm afraid Martin may get fidgety. | but It's that gabby a 14 Irish woman of yours that's been giving me sway, I'd thrash for the cash he's got in his olothes just on the chance if any one would guarantee that it would pay for a drink. Then if I blow off to him (Martin), ten to one he'll develop a ooloesal genius for making an ass of himself 18 different ways. He began to look for his hat in a preoccupied way. x I got it from under the sofa for him, and he left. call on me to help bin oat when he waa incapacitated with drink. He mid —bat it's no matter what he said; his betters have said more. Bat I've edited Bentley's copy when it was clear as print, and now, if yon'11 believe me. it looks little better than your own, beg* ging yonr pardon. That makes business now and again with the proofreader, you understand, and somehow he's hocus pocased things till it seems as if Martin read nearly all his stuff, bat I've not. foand ont bow he manages that." Maloney added thd last sentence in a tone of apologetic regret 1 got some pleasure out of "the familiar comedy of this dismissal and my own manner of exit, but still it gave now, as always, a little special emphasis to the distaste I felt for the down town world, and I found myseiflfhurrying through my battle of business in the counting room, which was complicated by a frank established system of small thefts from employees, that I might the sooner get home, oat of this wilderness of .primitive savagery modernly disguised, into a world where civilization has made a little progress. I was so glad to be jn my own flat thai not till after Two days later I received this telegram:The country saved. B. Bkttuet. ▲s the mystic significance of this formula penetrated my brainr I was moved to mirth—mirth that was not lessened by the fact that I was visited by » sodden illuminated vision of the system's poasibl* workings in practice —a vision which at once convinced me of its value. This was followed by a note asking me to let him bring his "girl" up to see me. I doubted whether Linnie Martin cared as much to come as he cared to have her, but her father and I had always been good friends—that is, we bad always taken particular pains to be civil to each other and to exchange confidences about the weather when, as might happen twice a month, our pathe crossed—so I hoped this would in eome * up to . The beginning waited an instant faia dnkaronnd, « took tip fail sentence . _ . aerer dropped it—"that I'm in k. with and want to marry that littk master o. „ great secret nimini pimini, white faced girl of old do really t" he brpke forth do yoo think Martin'* ont tbers"—then relaxing a «agerlj and seriously. "Say, Hiss Ad- "Indeed and little from the uncommon seriousness dington, yon wouldn't guy a fellow in there to see yourself, with which this waa said—"and I'd my fil MWi woald yoo? That's only The totOe white a, giTe $100 to ba.able, without arousing tha opening of the campaign, bat that'a the eld one himaeli suspicion. to get bold el that seat that tbe great critical period, don't yon ing about them. Calrot ha* thpra..-bg-,hOi Thll ■C■'D thtnkf That's tb# merit aMbtf tjttm.* ajy, all a sentiment, 'I would I were a glove upon j| attacka (opposir derstand him, though * band" of business; it's pure — » * J their When there is a clear spaoe among the trees, an enormous number of the animals may be seen, and their noise oan be beard, for direotly they see anything unnsnal they utter a short bark, something like the sound made by young rooks. Often every branch is crowded, and the young foxes are seen either dipping their wings and holding on with their hind feet and with their heads 84, 86. "Lo, I see four men looae, walking in the midst of the fire, and they have no hart; and the form of the fourth Is like the Son of God." This the king saw, and thus he spake to hi* counselors, whom he had hastily called together. It would aeem that he had been watching the furnaoe from afar and oould see into it, and he saw what he never thought to have seen, This was the last I heard directly from Bentley for several weeks. In the meantime I occasionally had news of bin) from other people. An office boy came op for oopy erne day, and after he had gotten it continued to bang aroond |n an engaging manner. He was a nicei boyish boy and spent his spare  i writing to some one whom be addyjwf I wiped my eyes and gave my hand to Bentiey, assuring bim that I believed he ni **" of • "Yon "Does the little girl notice all this, ' V ' I asked. rare neo the r» i bar living i heated I wish yon were down How ean.1 tellT let my mind in'« incident* still ones like that— cab make oat notb&nd Bent ley's «lj. destiny wcraId nati 1 LA. *- A. ALA »nd flap their furry, winglike tides and wheel aronnd like heavy birds. Many ly with their young holding on to them. "V*»» " MIW/ WO U1 puu. Sensationalism has its better side. The sensationalist may be a charlatan, and then he may be a prophet of God. Elijah was a sensationalist. There is no more dramatic incident in all history than the scene on Monnt CarmeL John the Baptist was a sensationalist, aqd so was Fbul. They were the voices of thunder from a cloudless sky. Moses was a sensationalist His interviews with Pharaoh were a seriee of sensa- * tlonal demonstration. Such, too, waa Joseph. Sanctified sensationalism is  never a studied effect, but always the unusual. Earnestnees breaks in upon the humdrum world and creates a sensation. Honorable sensation is an effect, but never a cause.—Presbyterian Journalon- fetters (as of all other matters personal «pd professions)), and once, before realizing what it was, I read the opening sentence of one. It ran, "The Hoars I spend away from Thee, Tooty, are no good whatever, bat I know yon don't (eel tmely as I do." So yon see he was prepared by experience tq take an interest in. the game of love wherever he aaw it. might cost more than it would come to. There had been something very sinister in Higgens' manner while making his final remarks. He had disclosed then an irritation he bad masked before. I knew he woald not discharge Bentley. If be bad been going to do that, he would never have hinted at it as a possibility, and why should he get rid of Bentley when Bentley would not care a rap and some other paper would receive the acquisition of a highly enterprising and gifted reporter T No; it was old Martin who would suffer, and to old Martin the loss of his place would be a sadly important matter. He was past the age when men easily find new masters; be bad been iQ The Appeal office a deal longer than tbe boas himself i he was just the kind of faithful old fixture that the boss had a temperamental tendency to oust, despite even tbe whisperings of self interest, and self interest could not be counted on for much service here—fair proofreaders are not rare. self, but taking pains to assure me that the office was perfectly in the dark as to tbe outcome of his courtship and that ail the affectation of indifference could do was being done to soothe Mr. Higgens. "That is," said Bentley, pointing with bis thumb, "she's doing just like she always did, and I'm doing just like her." Next week, he said, she would leave the office. the three men; it only burned their bonds and set them free to walk with God. That is just what fiery trials do for believers. tbav . xind v _ _ science. Tbat desk is the strategic kej to the whole campaign. I'm not it with Calvert, we're been hating eacl other too long for me to be able to worl np an intimacy with bim now just pre viona to asking him to give me bis desk, and it would be too tbin, anyhow There ia no way to get that desk—her* comes the climax"—Bentley stopped and looked at me deprecatingly, appeal ingly. I was aniseed to see tbat ht con la command each an expression— "unless"—he stopped again, acowled and drew a long breatb in bnrlesqne o4 his own discomfort and his resolution, and, as he wonld have said, took the plnnge—"you'd be so angel white aa to let him come in here. He's been wanting to do that this long time, not altogether because of bis secret desire to be near you, but be thinks it would be nice to be in here awsy from the lower orders, and convenient to the encyclopedias that he gets his little pieces out of." _ the opposing sej j mx—Dot bad. is it?) through curi asity. Beef- And tbey quit being so al fired oppoetog early. Generally yot can coast on 'em to become belpfuj pretty soon—helpful is some degree. Then'a the time lor the next move. I'm not mnch at explaining these psychological phenomena, bat the system's all right. 'This conviction is arrived at throagh a priori reasoning and is confirmed by snbseqnent observation.' " Bentley stood np as he delivered this last sentence and looked down upon me with a pleasant combination of sad appeal and humorous patronage. He was quoting from my maiden editorial, a document that had filled him with mysterious mirth. i. How ahonld ever an Irishman comprehend s the way of The creature is not a true fox, and 'here is a fold of skin which reaches from the fore to the hind legs. This is called the wing, and it enables the pteropus, as tbe animal is called, to float and turn in the air.—Philadelphia Press. 26. "Yeservants of the Moat High God, come forth and come hither." Thus said the king to the men against whom he had a little before been bo furious. How changed his attitude! And the power of God had done it What a literal fulfillment there had been of Isa. xlili, 2, "When thou walkest through the fire, thou shalt not be burned; neither shall the flame kindle upon thee." He oan divide the sea or walk upon it, still the stormy wind or make it His chariot, quench the power of the burning flame or ascend upinlt(Judg. xiii, 20). What became of the fourth? Whence He came, thither He returned. The three never found the fourth so real as in that fiery furnace, and many a believer can testify that the Lord never seemed so real as in deepest trial. Klrfkli Haste. "Well, Jimmy, bow are things going at the office t" I asked, by way of being friendly, while be atood irresolutely by tbe door. Bentley wore a new aspect. There were, though my report of the interview so far may not show it, touches of dignity and deference and reticence in his manner and expression that, though they did not change bis familiar guise or tone to a casual glance or a half listening ear, were novel and pleasing to an acuter observation. One of the Kirghiz oame into my tent, and, squatting down, began to play the kauniuss, a three stringed instrument played with the Angara The musio was monotonous and of a melancholy cadenoe, bat it harmonised well with the snrronndings and the moods they inspired. In a word, it was typioally Asiatic. I sat and listened to it with pleasure, giving my imagination eaptive to the ransio, the soft moaning of the night wind, the gentle crackle of the fire. How many and many a night did I not spend thus daring the long years that followed listening to the dreamy sounds of that primitive Kirghiz instrument 1 "They say—they say Mr. Bentley's in love with that Martin girl." said Jimmy, bia tone even more than his phrasing showing that his callow contempt for femipiQe kind still included all of the sex but Miss Fareman or ber successor. I began to arrange my papers for departure, assuring him in the meanwhile of my good will toward his enterprise. That seemed the right word for it. He soon declared that he musf go out to "see a man" and said be wonld come back for Linnie in half an hour. He came to me, and, with a speaking gaze charged with confidential communications, wrung my hand till he brought tears to my eyes and to his own. He made it clear that he was giving me the glory of his success, an honor to which I had not the least claim, bat I understood the state of mind in which it pleased him to lavish his welling gratitude to things in general upon some definite and tangible object. 27. All the rulers saw these men upon whose bodies the fire had no power, nor was a hair of their heads singed, neither were their coats changed, nor the smell of fire had passed on them. When these rulers returned to their homes in the provinces and told of the great image and its dedication, the music and the worship, they would doubtless speak of these lightly in comparison with the story of these three and their wonderful experience, and the unseen God whom they worshiped and His power over the fiery furnace, and thus the God of Israel would be magnified. But God does not always deliver this way. Yet in the resurrection all shall be as free from harm as were the bodies of these three. Secret Faults. Qur "secret faults" may be hid from oar own eyes as well as from the eyes of all others but Qod. He can, however, cleanse as from such faults in answer to prayer, whether we ever know exactly what those faults may be or not We can be saved, cleansed, sanctified wholly—not only "up to what we know," but also up to what we do not know and may never know, unless Qod at some time may show as from how great "secret faults" and consequent perils He had delivered us. —Christian Standard. "Do you think be ist" I asked. "When I look at her I don't," he asserted. "She don't amount to nothin, bat Mr. Bentley acta kind of queer. He keeps lookin at her when be thinks nobody don't see him—he don't notice me. He stops still sometimes and stares right before him till souiethin makes him jump. I think that's a bad sign, don't yoa, Miss Addington?" Be apologized far taking so much of my time and yet further explained bis needs and plans—as, for instance, his "scheme" for letting Calvert know that the way was clear for him to change his desk while he was standing feeling for a match and I was putting on my bat and coat. 1 forgot Martin for a minute in the pleasure of contemplating the folly of the philosophers who call self interest the dominating motive of man, seeing that proposition just then in the light of the fact that self interest waa the one principle that Higgens proposed to himself and that he lived in a world most cunningly calculated to stiffen his adherence to it and that yet bis whims, whims for showing his authority, for humiliating those who seemed to be living independent of his permission, tor expressing his inconsistent dislike of low toned temperaments, even, as I have before pointed on|, tot indulging occasionally in the exercise of the forbidden decencies of his nature—that yet all these caprices, and others, frequently swerved bim from the straight and simple course that he proposed to himself; then I came back to the point that was making itself clear—that I con 1(1 not bear to think of pour old Martin getting into trouble. The Appeal's limited library was in the room I occupied. Expression of my willingness to share my seclusion with Mr. Calvert did not still Bentley's desire further to explain and justify himself."Spare me a minute from the tariff' he Questioned. How many a dark, solitary winter afternoon did I not while away in this foolish fashion! In course of time 1 grew accustomed to the kaumuss and derived as much pleasure from it aa the Kirghiz did themselves. In fact, I grew fond of it Its soothing musio carried my mind away into the fairy realms of day dreams. My thoughts flew far away to my home amid the dark pine woods of Sweden.—Sven Hedin in " Through Asia." "You see," he said finally, barring my way a moment at the open door, "it is hopeless for me to try to bang around in Boboken. That's where old Martin lives. -1 don't say I'm sorry. Anything but Boboken. But there it is. It is perfectly clear that, however I might walk in the letter, I'd blow the whole spirit of the system tXe minute I stepped my foot into the parental flat It's too late to do the Damon and Pythias act with old Martin. I'm forced to abuse your generosity. Thank you, thank you I It'a been a boon to talk to you. It baa indeed. I'll work the racket With Calvert a little alow. May be a day or two before I get it around to bim that the coast ia clear. Then I'll have to wait upon occasion for a good excuse to jump dovfn there and take bis place. If the office gets on to me, there's no telling what'll be to pay. Qood day, good day I I'd jump at the chance to belp you get married." the likes of him with his braas and hla ilynessT Why doesn't he go at it like a man snd display to all the world that be's in love up to his eyes and he's proud of it If That's what a woman likes, be she old or be she young." At last the time came when I was able to make a little trip down town. I went to the office, bat not to the editorial rooms, because they con Id be reached only by means of a short flight of steps after leaving the elevator, and I did not want to attempt the climb. My errand was with that great person known here as "the boss." "Yon see," be went on, "I've got the campaign all planned out, though I can't explain it in a word. I'm perfectly willing to explain it, however. I'm even willing to admit that it would be a pleasure to me to do so. I'm too old and tough to talk about this kind of thing to a man, but there's a sensible diminution of a dangerous pressure in letting off to you a little." Then he left me alone with the small woman who had been causing all this pother. It Never Palls. Yoa coald see in every line of her attitude and in every detail of her neat, appropriate gown and jacket and hat what an example of the discreet virtues and the pleasing properties she was born to be. . 28. "Blessed be the God of Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego, who hath sent His angel and delivered His servants that trusted in Him." Thus by refusing to worship any God exoept their own God they had seen His power and now see Him honored by the king of Babylon, who could not otherwise so have known Him. Conformity to the world never honors God, but separation from it for Christ's sake always does. The reason that the church has so little power for Qod is because she is so full of bowing to the world for the sake of theworld's favor, when she should be seeking the favor of God alone. All men are sinners. All some time become conscious of their sinfulness and crave supernatural help. All, in one or another way, look np to their more or less consciously realized Creator and Father. All appreciate in some measure the duty of attaining in conduct the highest ideal of which they are awar*. And because of this inborn and ever present responsiveness the gospel never fails, when wisely and lovingly offered and received, to justify its appropriateness—Congregationalism Overweighted as I was with Bent' ley's secret, I was tempted to edge apon it by discussing this point, and I Mid that undoubtedly a woman was apt to like that kind of tribute, but I was not sure that it always followe4 that it made her like tbe man equallv. "And if he can give ber what she likes, ought not he to be satisfied, I say, and if she does not like him so ardently isn't there the lees chance that he'll marry her, to tbe sorrow of both of 'em T" The boss' name was J. B. Higgens He w»s a big brained, big bodied, ooarse fibered, powerful old fellow, with a good deal of human nature in him. And though all the other women and most of tbe men in bis employ stood in terror of bim, I did not, and so I did not, like them, altogether hate him. He was highly skeptical of good always and anywhere, but yet be bad too much sense not to know that distrust can overleap tbe mark, can be tripped in its own net, and it always pleased me to see his suspicions both sustained and tteld in check by t)is sagacity. Lifeboats of the W or Id- I gazed upon her with appreciative admiration mingled with fear, for I was not inspired with the greatest confidence in her powers of conversation, though she had got through ber greetings nicely enough. I did ber injustice. She was entertaining. Despite all her innate sense of propriety and reserve, she was sufficiently moved by ber engagement to want to talk about it and "him." And this state of mind always may be confidently counted upon to furnish entertainment of one kind or another. The lifeboat service is one of tbe very noblest of philanthropic institutions, and many civilized nations pay special attention to these means for the tesone of perishing mariners. England's lifeboat service is a voluntary one. Tbe Royal National Lifeboat institution, which ooutrols the bulk of British lifeboats, was founded in 1834. It now has over 800 lifeboats on the shores of the kingdom, and has been instrumental in saving nearly 30,000 lives. The Frenoh lifeboat service was established in 1866, and has 88 stations, while it has been the means of saving over 900 vessels and 7,600 lives. I shall utterly fail in giving any idea of Bentley unless I am able to convey an imprewion of the personal unconsciousness that characterised bis conversation. Be expressed himself in the way that was easiest to bim—that is to say, aa much as possible by established formulas intelligently applied, sometimes slang, sometimes quotations that became slang in bis month—but, though be often felt tbe hnmor of Lis own ideas, his verbal clothing of them rarely enough attracted bia attention. 29. "There is no Sther god that can deliver after this sort." Thus confessed the king, and- he made a decree that if any people, nation or language should say anything amiss against the Qod of these three men such should be slain. How we might honor Qod, and how greatly jje would be honored in us if we would positively refuse to bow to the world for the sake of its favor! Yet people say, How could the work go on if we had not the good will of this one or that one, men and women of means and of influence, whose favor seems necessary? I told Maloney that he made my head ache, and he went away, pledging me to secrecy about Bentley. Nevertheless f was not wholly surprised when tbe pext visitor from tbe office quoted Maloney as authority for tbe news that Mr. Bentley "was making—that is, he was paying attention, not exactly paying attention, but Mr. Maloney thought be was going to pay attention to that Miss Martin." At last, not being able to rid myself of this uneasiness by tbe obvious consideration that it was none of my business, I sat down and wrote a succinct statement of my conversation with  gens and of my fears to Bentley, concluding with a piece of gratuitous advice to the effect that he had better find some way of adapting his system to the exigencies of the boes' temper or abandon it for some lees noticeable and generally irritating method of attack. A 9Inner'« Shroud. Man is mnch like a He |p a spinner and weaver by nature. A robs of righteousness is wrought out for him, bat he will not have it; he will spin for himself, and, like the silkworm, he spins and spins, and he only spins himself a shroud. A11 the righteousness that' a sinnner can make will only be shroud in which to wrap np his ownl soul.—Spurgeon. j He met me with his gray eyes peering alertly out from under bin shaggy eyebrows and over his pufty purple cheeks, to see whether, after all. I had really been having such ■ bad time With that ankle. I had come down to fight out a little question of salary, and Mr. Higgeps met me as both counsel Rnd plaintiff on the other side. The Contest and its results are matters aside from this history, but we are concerned with the touch of humanness that now and again, against his will and his theories, diversified his simple brutality, and to which we owe another glimpse of Bentley. •C***■ Be turned a look at once grave and quizzical through the door and upon the copy bolder. J3entley picked up his hat and his cigar, pnt the one on the back of hi* bead and the other in hie mouth, jaat *8 be gave me what waa in spirit a courteous, grateful little nod of farewell.She first said prettily that Mr. Bentley had told her bow kind I bad been in thinking about her father. "It would The French service has one great advantage over ours. It is that the pnblio board of works always builds the first lifeboat house at eaoh station as it is established, consequently relieving the service of a great outlay. The German service was established in 1805, and has 104 lifeboat stations. The United States has 239 lifeboat stations. The coat of United States aervioe is about £290,000 a year.—London Tit- Bita. ''Nothing's going to change me about wanting that little piece of propriety oat there bat getting ber," he remarked. ' This visitor was the managing editor's typewriter, an elderly young woman, not bad looking, but with a coostrained manner, grayish hair and ft deep lying deeire for human intercourse that should be labeled intellectual, or, in her own phrase, to be sociable and improve herself with literary people, literary people being, in her opinion, any who earned a living by the use or abuse of the written symbols of language.80. "Then the king promoted Shadrach, Meshach and Abedncgo in the province of Babylon." Little did they think that the stand they took against the king would finally secure his favor. When we seek to stand only with and for God, He will without any seeking on our part give us the favor of all whom we need and whom He can use. free how wondrously Ood works for and through such as are wholly His. "It is God who worketh." Old Martin's little girl still bent her pretty bead studiously over her copy Without a hairbreadth's variation of attitude. The next day he made a short call upon me. "No, not altogether quite so sudden as you might think," be aaid when I expressed my interest in the speed with which he had discovered bis intentions. "Hhe was here last month for a week, when yon were off doing the woman's convention. I haven't ever got her oat or my bead since. It was sadden enough, and I'm bit hard enough. I'm going to pat my system to work now for all it's worth." He turned back to me, bitched his chair half around, so that the distracting picture in the other room was oat of his range of vision, and went on: owr nat.S^ of UieOtobefor His red hair was as aggressively upright as ever, his clothes as new, his silk hat as shiny, but still there was a drooping sadness about the whole figure of the man that these characteristic and contrasting details only emphasized.Calvert had jast come in and seated himself in scowling introspective preoccupation at his desk. UMATIS ITEuEALGIA m.nA similar Oomplaii and prepared under the stringent That was the last I saw of the office for three months. On the way borne, through the untimely movement of a car, I sprained my ankle, and for a weary while was confined to the bouse. Conan Doyle oD Golf. MEDIC "The boss" always began an interview with me by a distinct declaration, in manner, that I was an employee, and only an employee, and that he utterly refused to take the slightest notice of the fact that I was also a woman. A helpless sense of bis own small, much degraded, much outraged, but still not quite eradicated masculine instinct of chivalry toward women underlay and mainly produced this bluster and a little tact could usually be counted upon to still it and even |o play upon his weakness so far as insure the poor woman before bim something like fair treatment—a thing he was by no means in the habit pf according except on the self respectful and unquestionably justifiable ground of immediate self interest.He brought his hat into my little drawing room anc| deposited it with absentminded automatic caution well under one corner of the sofa on which he sat. "My dear sir," writes Conan Doyle to an English friend, "pray present my oompliments to tbe Ormeau Golf club and wish them from me a very happy evening. I am myself an intermittent golfer, getting very violent attaoks at regular intervals. It usually takes me about two months to oonvinoe myself that I shall never be any good, and then I give it up until a fresh burst of energy sets me trying onoe more. I played in Egypt until they told me that excavators had to pay a special tax. I inaugurated a private course it) Vermont also, and the Yankee farmers asked us what we were boring for. If ever tbe Ormeaq club should wish any p&rt of their links returned, I could undertake in a few games to clear away any sod now existing."  A Story About Riterhaay. Henry Norman, the London correspondent of the New York Times, says of Esterhazy that his dismissal from the army involved the loss of his pension of 6,000 francs a year and that he refrained for so long from confessing to writing I Alpwick castle, according to tbe obthe bordereau In the hope that this pea * Q «ion might be granted to him again as the f . . Ie?rued angary, owes price of his silence. Nevertheless he re- origin to the Romans. It is one of fused an offer for the confession of an tbe largest Gotbio buildings in Britain, annuity which would have paid him 6,000 oontaining about five acres of ground i francs a year for life. "I made him this within its onter walla, flanked with 16 offer myself," says Mr. Norau, "bo 1 towers and taireta. , fca||W n D * — Took Her In. "Mr. Maloney says that Mr. Bentley is—that be cares about ber," she said tentatively, sitting uncomfortably on the edge of her chair. "Tea," said the business man, "I have given np trying to oolleot that little bill from Bilkins. Yon see, he is a pretty big, husky fellow, and be used to throw my oollectors out." In a few days,, however, I began work again, writing aa I lay on a sofa and depending on messenger boys and visits of mingled business and condo!ence from other members of the staff o keep me in touch with the office. I conquered the inevitable throb of resentment that I felt at the discovery, faintly expected though it was, that Maloney was just as confidential witl} the typewriter as with me. As I h«4 felt myself rarely gracious in appreciat: ing Mahoney's out at elbows charm  had credited him with a becoming sense of my kindness, this required an instant's communion with my highe? self, and then I was rewarded by a delighted perception of how utterly }ike Maloney it was to lapse into intimate conversation with any petticoated ob' ject within his orbit. The appeal that these storied garments would always make to him was now re-enforced, too, by that false sense of masculine dignity which makes men slow to gossip of familiar personalities with one another. Even Maloney felt constrained for a time to give his really interesting and curious news only to the patronised sex, though, to do the staff of The  justice, the time soon cam* when tbg artificial ice waa broken and Bentley'q lawn ud prospects seemed tat He conld hardly force himself from the contemplation of his own woes long enough to ask me mechanically: "Then why didn't you employ a woman collector? He coaldn't do that to a woman." - fYou've heard that there is a right and a wrong way of doing everything. Well, my system is the one right way of going courting—when you're courting a woman, that is. I'm sorry it's not fitted to be more use to you. I've got faith in it, or I'd be"— He shook tDis bead slowly in a manner significant pf a most uncertain frame of mind. MYou can see with half an eye," be continued in a moment, "that that little thing there hasn't been put through any mill that would make ber think— pat ber on the lookout to get married. She isn't that kind anyhow. That's why—one why—I want her, and of courae that's the very reason I ain't likely to get her. This world'a ran that way." '•How's your game 1—foot?"-~- Bentley had his own ideas of the pro(Drietie—and he did not even affect to isten to my reply. "Bet I'm dished," he said, with a tragic note in his voice. After a pause he went on, "I've got to cut loose from the system, and without that I ain't got no self confidence—I ain't got no self confidence," he repeated. with abstracted solemnity. Tie brnnqht her to the flat. be awfal bad fcir pa to lose his place," she said, and I must explain that the written words do much injustice to the effect of her soft speech. "I think it Will be better for me to stop going there lis soon as I can, and then Mr. Higgenft — If he doesn't see me to remind him— he'll forget all about—about what he didn't like," and ebe looked down and carefully measured off small sections of her pocket handkerchief and flushed a little. CL Blehtei "Co., 815PearlSt., New T« 31 HIGHEST AWARDS. S Breach Hoots*. Own (HmswhH "4 SO.to. M«wC at » I bad been at home perhaps a month when one day Mr. Maloney, a gentleman who bad fil}e4 by tarns many different positions in The Appeal office, each, aa a rule, being less important than the last, was ushered in. The joy of goasip lighted up his bleary blue eyes. "And bow are yoq, l(iai Addington T" be began. He bad a charming touch of brogup. "And indeed it'« enonjjh to wake the old one himself sorry for you to see what a good time you get out of the worst of occasions. That is a bit of a paradox, you are saying, and so is every other true thing that ever was remarked in this topey turvy world, and you are the one that's got the philosophical bead on your shoulders to find that out long ago without waiting for an observant old blind mole like me to tell you. Yea, I'm an illustration—allow me." Maloney shakily Stooped to "I can serve aa ang- "That's what I thought So I got one and sent her around, bat she never bfune baok." 'UUI M PICK, M lum Ana* 8.C.8UCI, M «*ra BtrMt, J. H. HOCCI, ilaiililtlitb "Why not?" "He married her."—Chicago Port. PITTS TON, PA. M. RICHTCR'S » STOMACBJ A Comaaliig Thonght. The bishop of Wakefield was once consoling an east end oostermonger for the loss of his little son. The poor fellow was rocking to and fro in his distress. He suddenly looked at the bishop, and, with tears running down his cheeks, said, "D'ye think 1 could get the young baggar stuffed?"—London News- I looked up to catch the conscious twinkle that I involuntarily expected after this unprecedented statement, but it was not forthcoming. In the stress of this hour Bentley felt that he bad come upon a disheartening lack in his nature. "The system ain't feazed LDer not a nickel's worth. She's just where she was six weeks ago." The queer thing was that this novel experience of disloyalty to his principles nearly always pleased him for a few minutes. He found it pleasant until the predatory habits of a lifetime devoted to "business" closed in upon him again, perhaps bringing about a reactionary irritation. Today, when the question of salary was settled, he dropped back in bis leather chair and began a little conversation. 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Her color rose and faded a time or two before she said, as she measured her handkerchief yet more scrupulous ly: Bentley gazed far oat of the window, his upright red hair looking even more astonished than nsual aa the countenance it surmounted took on an ancom- "Maybe not," I ventured. "Aw, yes, she is. She ain't a second Sarah Bernhardt!" A moment's silence and then he went gloomily on: "I've oat with it to old Martin, and now I'm going to mt «itk 4 to few. sink or "Mr- Bentley says you were very kind to him) that you helped him get that—that desk." and she looked up with m alight, shy unite. Is* I thought 1 knew Mr.