Pittston Gazette

              fe - ** 1 pe SUMW a „ | 8 »» C(( SS5™ | g MfflOlfffl FMM \\ S ** A TALE OP LIFE IN THE If ★ BOER REPUBLIC. " "I® Oldest Newspaper in the Wvomine Vallev PITTSTON, LUZERNE COUNTY, PA., FRIDAY, JANUARY 19, 1900. A Weekly Local and Family Journal. jliooiTwr C IB AdTUMi She finished all he had brought her eagerly. ed from being? Who shall tell us? There 1b a veil of terrible mist over the face of the -hereafter. «f •- . ~. . » tbem if yon will. Christ arose and did eat and drink. So shall she arise. The dead, all the dead, raised Incorruptible! God is love. You shall see her again." maid had done churning there was nothing to do, so Em walked away to the wagon house and climbed on to the end of Waldo's table and Bat there, swinging one little foot slowly to and fro, while the wooden curls from the plane heaped themselves up against her black print drew. ment. blossom Into books looking Into those flowers also, to see how the world of men, too, opens beautifully, leaf after leaf! Ah, life Is delicious! Well to live long and see the darkness breaking and the (Jay coming, the day when soul shall not thrust back soul that would come to it, when men shall not be driven to seek solitude because of the crying out of their hearts for love and sympathy! Well to live long and see the new time breaking! Well to live long! Life is sweet, sweet, sweet! CHRISTIAN ENDEAVOR. "I am sitting up quite by myself," •he said. "Give me his meat." And she fed the dog herself, citing his food small for him. She moved to the •lde of the bed. A different life showed itself in front of the house, where Tant' Sannie's cart stood ready "inspanned," and the Boer woman herself sat in the front room drinking coffee. She bad come to visit her stepdaughter, probably for the last time, as she now weighed 260 pounds and was not easily able to move. On a chair sat her mild young husband nursing the baby, a pudding faced, weak eyed child. Tople For the Week J«|D 21—Comment by Rev. 8. H. Doyle. CHAPTER XXVI Tone.—8end me.—Isa. rl, 1-10. (Quarterly n4*- sKnarjr meeting.; Isaiah, the Bon of Amoz, prophesied in Judah and Jerusalem during the reigns of Usziah, Jot ham, Ahac and Hezeklah, covering the period from 758 to 098 B. C. He was married aM had two sons, whose names were symbolical. His own name signified "salvation of Jehovah." Tradition says that Isaiah when 90 years of age wii placed, by order of Manasseh, In a tree and sawn asunder. Isaiah's prophecy is called "the fifth gospel." His predictions concerning Christ were marvelous and should be prized and valued by every Christian and Christian Bndeavorer."Tell me what a soul desires, and I will tell you what it Is." So runs the phrase. DBJEAMS. It Is a heavenly song this of the nineteenth century Christian. A man might dry his tears to listen to it but for this one thing—Waldo muttered to himself confusedly: "Now bring the chair near and dress me. It Is being In this room so long and looking at that miserable little bit of sunshine that comes In through the shutter that is making me so I1L Always that lion's paw!" she said, with a look of disgust at it. "Come and dress me." Gregory knelt on the floor before her and tried to draw on one stocking, but the little swollen foot refused to be covered. "Waldo," she said at last, "Gregory has given me the money be got for the wagon and oxen, and I have £50 besides that once belonged to some one. I know what they would have liked to have done with It. You must take It and go to some place and study for a year or two." "Tell me what a man dreams, and I will tell you what he loves." That also has its truth. "The thing I loved was a woman proud and young. It had a mother once, who, dying, kissed her little baby and prayed God that she might see it again. If it bad lived, the loved thing would itself have had a son, who, when he closed the weary eyes and smoothed the wrinkled forehead of his mother, would have prayed God to see that old face smile again in the hereafter. To the son heaven will be no heaven if the sweet worn face Is not in one of the choirs. He will look for It through the phalanx of God's glorified angels, and the youth will look for the maid, and the mother for the baby. 'And whose then shall she be at the resurrection of the dead? On the night when Gregory told his story Waldo sat alone before the Are, his untasted supper before him. He was weary after his day's work, too weary to eat. He put the plate down on the floor for Doss, who licked it clean and then went back to his corner. After a time the master threw himself across the foot of the bed without undressing and fell asleep there. He slept so long that the candle burned itself out and the room was in darkness. But be dreamed a lovely dream as he lay there. "You take It and get into the cart with it," said Tant' Sannle. "What do you want here, listening to our worn* an's talk?" In his breast pocket, where of old the broken slate used to be, there was now a little dancing shoe of his friend who was sleeping. He could feel It when he folded his arm tight against his breast, and that was well also. He drew his hat lower over his eyes and sat so motionless that the chickens thought he was asleep and gathered closer around him. One even ventured to peck at his boot, but it ran away quickly. Tiny, yellow fellow that it was, It knew that men were dangerous. Even sleeping they might awake. But Waldo did not sleep and, coming back from his sunshiny dream, stretched out his hand for the tiny thing to mount. But the chicken eyed the hand askance and then ran off to hide under Its mother's wing, and from beneath it it sometimes put out Its round head to peep at the great figure sitting there. Presently Its brothers ran off after a little white The young man arose and meekly went out with the baby. * "No, little one, I will not tak# It," he said as he planed Blowly away. "The time was when I would have been very grateful to any one who would have given me a little money, a little help, a little power of gaining knowledge. But now I have gone so far alone I may go on to the end. I don't want it, little one." - Ct 12 o'clock yetT" she said. "I think I do not generally eat so early. Put It away, please, carefully—no, do not take It away, only on the table. When the clock strike* 12, I will eat It" She lay down, trembling. After a little while she said: "Give me my clothes." He looked at her. "Yes; I am going to dross tomorrow. I should get up now, bnt It la rather late. Put them on that chair, lfy collars are in that Uttle box, my boots behind the door." Her eyes followed him Intently as he collected the articles one by one and placed them on the chair as she directed."Put It nearer," she said. "I cannot see it." And she lay watching the clothes, with her hand nnder her cheek. "Now open the shutter wide," she said. "I am going to read." The old, old tone was again in the sweet voice. He obeyed her and opened the shutter and raised her up among the pillows. "Now bring my books to me," she said, motioning eagerly with her fingers, "the large book and the reviews and the plays. I want them alL" her hand. "They might have kissed it, one of them, before they put it In. It never did any one any harm in ail its Uttle life. They might have kissed it, one of them." "It is very funny that I should have grown so fat since I have been so ill," she said, peering down curiously. "Perhaps it is want of exercise." She looked troubled and said again, "Perhaps It Is want of exercise." She wanted Gregory to say so, too, but he only found a larger pair and then tried to force the shoes—oh, so tenderly I—on to her little feet. "I'm glad you are going to be married, my child," said Tanf Sannle a* she drained the last drop from her coffee cup. "I wouldn't say so while that boy was here. It would make him too conceited. But marriage Is the finest thing in the world. I've been at It three times, and If it pleased God to take this husband from me I should have another. There's nothing like It, my child, nothing." Gregory felt that some one was sobbing in the room. I* a highly impressive vision Isaiah was called of God to do a great work for Him. He felt his unworthlnees, but God made him worthy. He felt kls Insufficiency, but God supplied bis lack. So also will God prepare and support us for any mission which He has for us to do. Late on in the evening, when the shutter was cl«sed and the lamp lighted and the raindrops beat on the root, he took the cloak from behind the door and went away with It. On his way back be called at the village postofilce and brought back a letter. In the hall be stood reading the address. How could he fall to know whose hand bad written it? Had be not long ago studied those characters on the torn fragments of paper in the old parlor? A burning pain was at Gregory's heart If now, now at the last, one should come, should step In between I He carried the letter Into the bedroom and gave It to her. "Bring me the lamp nearer," she said. When she had read It, she asked for her desk. "Why is it always so, Waldo—always so?" she Bald. "We long for things and long for them and pray for tbem, we would give all we have to come near to them, but we never reach them. Then at last, too late, Just when we don't want them any more, when all the sweetness is taken out of them, then they come. We don't want them then," she said, folding her hands resignedly on her little apron. After awhile she added: "I remember once, very long ago, when I was a very little girl, my mother had a work box full of colored reels. I always wanted to play with them, but she would never let me. At last one day she said I might take the box. I was bo glad I hardly knew what to do. I ran round the house and sat down with it on the back steps, but when I opened the box all the cottons were taken out" In his dream, to his right rose high mountains, their tops crowned with snow, their sides clothed with bush and bathed in the sunshine. At their feet was the sea blue and breezy, bluer than any earthly sea, like the sea be bad dreamed of in his boyhood. In the narroV forest that ran between the mountains and the sea the air was rich with the scent of the honey creeper that bung from dark green bushes, and through the velvety grass little streams ran purling down Into the sea. He sat on a high, square rock among the bushes, and Lyndall sat by blm and sang to him. She was only a small child, with a blue pinafore and a grave, grave, little face. He was looking up at the mountains. Then suddenly when he looked round she was gone. He slipped down from his rock and went to look for her, but he found only her little footmarks. He found them on the bright green grass and in the moist sand and there where the little Btreams ran purling down into the sea. In and out, In and out, and among the bushes where the honey creeper hung, he went looking for her. "There!" she said, looking down at them when they were on with the delight of a small child over its first shoes. "I could walk now. How nice It looks!" "Ah, God! Ah, God! A beautiful dream!" he cried. "But can any one dream it not sleeping?" "Perhaps it might not suit all people at all times as well as it suits you, Tant' Sannie," said Em. There was a little shade of weariness in the voice. Waldo paced on, moaning in agony and loqrteig. He heard the nanscendentalist'a high answer: 1. Isaiah was called of God. "The Lord said, Whom shall I send?" The missionary call must come from God. The missionary must have many qualifications, but this one above all others. Gog has in ail ages called men to to His work, ana today He calls each ofte "No," she said, seeing the soft gown he had prepared for her; "I will not put that on. Get one of my white dresses, the one with the pink bows. I do not even want to think I have been 111. It Is thinking and thinking of things that makes them real," she said. "When you draw your mind together and resolve that a thing shall not be. It gives way before you; it is not Everything Is possible If one is resolved," she said. She drew in her little lips together, and Gregory obeyed her. She was so small and slight now It was like dressing a small dolL He would have lifted her down from the bed when he bad finished, but she pushed him from her, laughing very softly. It was the first time she bad laughed In those long dreary months. "Not suit every one!" said Tanf Sannle. "If the beloved Redeemer didn't mean men to have wives, what did be make women for? That's what I say. If a woman's old enough to marry and doesn't, she's sinning against the Lord. It's a wanting to know better tban him. What! Does she think the Lord took all that trouble in making her for nothing? It's evident he wants babies. Otherwise why does he send them? Not that I've done much In that way myself," said Tanf Sannie sorrowfully, "but I've done my best" "What have yon to do with flesh, the gross and miserable garment In which spirit hides Itself? You shall see her again. But the hand, the fool, the forehead, you loved you shall s.-e no more. The loves, the fears, thf frailties, that are born with the flesh, with the flesh shall die. Let them die' There Is that in man that cannot die— a seed, a germ, an embryo, a spiritual essence. Higher than she was on earth, as the tree is higher than the seed, the man than the ♦.nbryo. so shall you behold her, changed, glorified I" moth, and It ran out to join them, «""1 when the moth flattered away over their heads they Btood looking up, disappointed, and then ran back to their mother. Waldo through his half closed eyes looked at them. Thinking, fearing, craving, those tiny sparks of brother life, what were they, so real there in that old yard on that sunshiny afternoon? A few years—where would they be? Strange little brother spirits! He stretched his hand toward them, for his heart went out to them, but not one of the little creatures came nearer him, and he watched them gravely for a time. Then he smiled and began muttering to himself after his old fashion. Afterward be folded his arms upon his knees and rested his forehead on them. And so he sat there In the yellow sunshine, mattering, muttering, muttering, to himself. of us as _ _ in the great work of evangelizing world. Every opportunity to givt missions, every occasion for pra for missions, every opening for n, sionary work, is a call from God to \ May we be as ready and willing to i spond as Isaiah was. 2. Isaiah responded to the call God. "Whom shall I send?' si " | Lord. "Here am I. Send me," Isaiah, (a) It was a pre—x 'God wants promptness in work.  to do Then Gregory sat down in the lamplight on the other Bide of the curtain and heard the pendl move on the paper. When be looked round the cuptain, she was lying on the pillow musing. The open letter lay at her side. She glanced at It with soft eyes. The nun with the languid eyelldB must have been strangely moved before bis hand set down those words: "Let me come back to you! Hy darling, let me put my band round you and guard you from all the world! As my wife they shall never touch you. I have learned to love you more wisely, more tenderly, than of old. You shall have perfect freedom. Lynd&ll, grand ttttta woman, for your own sake, be my wife! t giro ;X-fertei She sat for awhile longer till the Kaffir maid had finished churnlqg and was carrying the butter toward the house. Then Em prepared to slip off the table, but first she laid her little hand on Waldo's. He stopped his planing and looked up. i M She rose with some difficulty from her chair and began moving slowly toward the door. He piled them round her on the bed. She drew them greedily closer, her eye* very bright, but her (ace as white as a mountain lily. "Now the big one off the drawers. Mo; yon need not help me to hold my book," she said. "I can hold it myself."Gregory*went back to his corner, and for a little time the restless turning over of leaves was to be beard. "Will yon open the window," she •aid, almost querulously, "and throw this book outT It Is so utterly foolish. I thought It was a valuable book, but ♦be words are merely strung together. •Dy make no sense. Yes—sof* she ■vlth approval, seeing him fling it *he street. "I must have been when I thought that book High words, ringing well. They are the offering of jewels to the hungry, of gold to the man who dies for bread. Bread is corruption; gold Is Incorruptible. Bread Is light; gold Is heavy. Bread is common; gold is rare. But the hungry man will barter all your mines for one morsel of brl&d. Around Ood's throne there may be choirs and companies of angels, cherubim and seraphim, rising tier above tier, but not for one of them all does the soul cry aloud, only perhaps for a little human woman, full of sin, that It once loved I h- "It's a strange thing," she said, "bat you can't love a man till you've had a baby by him. Now, there's that boy there. When we were first married. If he only sneezed In the night I boxed his ears. Now if he lets his pipe ash come on my milk clothes I don't think of laying a finger on him. There's nothing like being married," said Tant* Sannle as she puffed toward the door. "If a woman's got a baby and a husband, she's got the best things the Lord can give her, if only the baby doesnt have convulsions. As for a husband, It's very much the same who one has. Some men are fat, and some men are thin, some men drink brandy, and some men drink gin, but It all comes to the same thing in the end; it's all one. A man's a man, you know." oat the save tht—,  It was a willing response, right ring about It In tl God wants willing missions Perhaps no Christian wor .willingly TJone and so t 'done as missionary wor! It should not be so. It 1 Important work. It Is onr work. And, furthermore, willing, cheerful workers a •w If we C3 m "No, no; I can get down myself," she said, slipping cautiously to the floor. "You see!" She cast a defiant glance of triumph when she stood there. "Hold the curtain up high. I-want to look at myself." "Gregory Is going to the town tomorrow. He Is going to give In our banns to the minister. We are going be married In three weeks." At last, far off, In the sunshine, he saw her gathering shells upon the sand. She was not a child now, but a woman, and the sun shone on her soft brown hair, and in her white dress she put the •hells she gathered. She was stooping, but when she heard his step she stood up, holding her Bklrt close about her, and waited for his coming. One band she put In his, and together they walked on over the glittering sand and pink seasbells, and they heard the leave* talking, and they beard the water babbling on their way to the sea, and they beard the sea singing to itself, singing, singing. Waldo lifted her very gently from the table. He did not congratulate her. Perhaps he thought of the empty box, but he kissed her forehead gravely. it waa not very long after when Em came out at the back door with a towel thrown across her head and In her hand a cup of milk. He raised It and stood holding it. She looked into the glass 6n the opposite wall—such a queenly little figure In Its pink and white; such a transparent little face, refined by suffering Into an almost angellike beauty. The face looked at her. She looked back, laughing softly. Doss, quivering with excitement, ran round her, barking. She took "one step toward the door, balancing herself with outstretched bands. She walked away toward the house, but stopped when she had got half way. "I will bring you a glass of buttermilk when It is cool," she called out, and soon her . clear voice came ringing out through the back windows as she sang the "Blue Water" to herself and washed the butter. "Ah," she said, coming close to him, "he Is sleeping nowl He will find It when he wakes and be glad of It" "Why did you send that money back to me? You are cruel to me. It Is not rightly done." Isaiah waa God for his pi ence to His brightest light in the Old ' God will also will willingly "Change Is death, change is death!" he cried. "I want no angel, only sheno holier and no better, with all her sins upon her. So give her me or give me nothing!" She rolled the little red pencil softly between her fingers, and her face grew very soft Yet— She pnt It down upon the ground beside him. The mother hen waa at work still among the stones, but the chickens had climbed about him and were perching on him. One stood upon his shoulder and rubbed ita little head softly against his black curls. Another tried to balance Itself on the very edge of the old felt hat One tiny fellow stood upon his hand and tried to crow. Another had nestled Itself down comfortably on the old coat sleeve and gone to sleep there. It cannot be,1* she wrote. "I thank you much for the love you have shown me, but I cannot listen. You will call me mad, foolish—the world would do so—but I know what 1 need and the kind of path I must walk in. I cannot marry you. I will always love you for the sake of what lay by me those three hours, but there It ends. I must know and see. I cannot be bound to one whom I love as I love you. I am not afraid of the world. I will fight the world. One day—perhaps It may be far off—I shall find what I have wanted all my life, something nobler, stronger than I, before which I can kneel down. Yon lose nothing by not having me now. I am a weak, selfish, erring woman. One day I shall find something to worship, and then I shall be"— For the soul's fierce cry for immortality is this, only this: Return to me after death the thing as it was before. Leave me in the hereafter the being that I am today. Rob me of the Mjpoghts, the feelings, the desires, that are my life, and you have left nothing to take. Your immortality Is annihilation; your hereafter is a He. a i she turned to read and leaned :le elbows resolutely on the great s and knit her brows. This was ipeare. It must mean some- At last they came to a place where was a long reach of pure white sand. There she stood still and dropped on ts the sand one by one tte shells that Bhs had gathered. Then she looked up Into bis face with her beautiful eyes. She said nothing; but she lifted one hand ■Sd laid It softly on his forehead. The •tber she laid on bis heart Here they came upon Gregory, who was sitting in the shade before the house. Tant' Sannle shook hands with him. Waldo dlgjiot wait till she returned. Perhaps he had at last really grown weary of work; perhaps he felt the wagon house chilly (for he had shuddered two or three times), though that was hardly likely In that warm summer weather, or perhaps, and most probably, one of his old dreaming fits had come upon him suddenly. He put his tools carefully together, ready for tomorrow, and walked slowly out At the side of the wagon house there was a world of bright sunshine, and a ben with her chickens was scratching among the graveL Waldo seated himself near them with his back against the red brick wall. The long afternoon was half spent, and the "kopje" was Just beginning to cast its shadow over the round headed yellow flowers that grew between It and the farmhouse. Among the flowers the white butterflies hovered, and on the old kraal mounds three white kids gamboled, and at the door of one of the huts an old gray headed Kaffir woman sat on the ground mending her mats. A balmy, restful peace fulness seemed to reign everywhere. Even the old hen seemed well satisfied. She scratched among the stones and called to her chickens when she found a treasure and all the while clucked to herself with intense Inward satisfaction. Waldo as be sat with his knees drawn up to his chin and his arms folded on them His call. "I am nearly there," she said. Then she groped blindly. "Oh, I cannot see! I cannot see! Where am IT" she cried. This tC in miss When Gregory reached her, she had fallen with her face against the sharp foot of the wardrobe and cut her forehead. Very tenderly he raised the little crushed heap of muslin and ribbons and laid It on the bed. Doss climbed up and sat looking down at it Very softly Gregory's hands disrobed her. "I'm glad you're going to get married," she said. "I hope you'll have as many children in five years as a cow has calves, and more too. I think I'll just go and have a look at your soap pot before I start," she said, turning,to Em. "Not that I believe In this new plan of putting soda In the pot If the dear Father had meant soda to be put into soap, what would he have made milk bushes for and stuck them all over the 'veld' as thick as lambs in the lambing season T' the leader sC sionary effoi ] ..you would take a bandker«tn3 tie It tight round my bead. idM BO." Be bad not been long in bla seat when be saw drops fall from beneath the band* that shaded the eye* on to the page. "I am not accustomed to so much light. It makes my bead swim a little," she said. "Go out and close the ■hatter." When he came back, she lay shrivel- Is C Waldo flung open the door and walked out into the starlight his pain stricken thoughts ever driving him on as be paced there. Em did not drive them away, but she covered the glass softly' at his side. "He will wake soon," she said, "and be glad of It" % • With a cry of suppressed agony Wsite sprang from the bed,'flung open the upper half of the door and leaned out, breathing heavily. what i "There must be a hereafter because man longs for it" he whispered. "Is not all life from the cradle to the grave one long yearning for that which we never touch? There must be a hereafter because we cannot think of any end to life. Can we think of a beginning? Is It easier to say 1 was not' than to say 'I shall not ber And yet where were we 00 years ago? Dreams, dreams! Ah, all dreams and lies! No ground anywhere f But the chickens were wiser. THE END. Ill, 10; Ii i. 16; Mi John Ix, 1-8; xvt, 88; Rev. "You will be stronger tomorrow, and then we shall tr* again." he said, but she neither looked at him nor stirred. Qreat OodI It might be only a dream, but the pain was very real, as though a knife ran through his heart, as though CULTIVATING INK LOTS.* So she lay all that morning and all that afternoon. Peculiar Putime Which Afforfta him In the dark! The strong man drew his breath like a frightened woman. "Only a dream, but the pain was very real," ha muttered as he pressed his right hand upon his breast. Then be folded his arms on the door and stood looking out into the starlight. murderer crept on She waddled off after Em in the direction of the built In soap pot leaving Gregory as they found him, with his dead pipe lying on the bench beside him and his blue eyes gazing out far across the flat like one who Bits on the seashore watching that which is fading, fading from him. Against his breast was a letter found in a desk addressed to himself, but never posted. It held only four words, "You must marry Em." He wore it in a black bag round his neck. It was the only letter she had ever written to him. Amusement For Some People. This paper concerns blots—blots of ink, made on blotting paper, grown and cnltl- of weeping, bat He darkened the "Nurse," she said, "take my desk away. I am suddenly bo sleepy. I will write more tomorrow." She turned her face to tbe pillow. It was the sudden drowsiness of great weakness. She bad dropped asleep In a moment. And Gregory moved (be desk softly and then sat in the chair watching. Hour after hour passed, but be had no wish for rest and sat on, hearing the rain cease and the still night settle down everywhere. At a quarter past 12 he rose and took a last look at the bed whefe she lay sleeping so peacefully. Then he turned to go to bis couch. Before he had reached the door she had started up and was calling him back. At last in the evening be bent over her. "The oxen have come," he said. "We can start tomorrow if you like. Shall I get the wagon ready tonight?" trait almost unl pie. The brave rated with care, until, perhaps after many hours' close attention, they hare assumed shapes of delicafe pattern and extreme beauty. If the reader has never before heard of beautiful ink blots-Hind, certainly, the words would appear paradoxical—let him read on and maybe he will become so fascinated* with the idea that he will take up the hobby of cultivating blots with enthusiasm.ry went to his sofa that 1 him to wake her early. Twice he repeated his question. Then she looked up at him, and Gregory saw that all hope had died out of the beautiful eyes. It was not stupor that shone there. It was despair. BtC C ; aa 1 i breakfast. ; came, she Tbe dream was with him still. The woman who was his friend was not separated from him by years. Only that vary night he had seen her. He looked up into the night sky that all his life loog had mingled Itself with his existence. There were a thousand face* that he loved looking down at him, a thousand stars In their glory, in crowns and circles and solitary granless mysterious, yet he looked up at them and shuddered, at last turned away from them with horror. Such countless multitudes, stretching out far Into space, and yet not In one of them all was *he! Though he searcb•4 through them all, to the farthest, fttfntest point of light, nowhere should ha ever say, "8he Is here!" Tomorrow's sun would rise and gild the world's mountains and shine into its thousand valleys. It would set and Mia stars creep out again. Year after asar, century after century, the old feaages of nature would go on, day fnd night, summer and winter, seedtime and harvest, but in none of them all would she have part! All dies, all dies! The rosea are red with the matter that once reddened the cheek of the child. The flowers bloom the fairest on the last year's battleground. The work of Death's finger cunningly wreathed over Is at the heart of all things, even of the living. Death's finger Is everywhere. The rocks are built up of a life that was. Bodies, thoughts and loves die. From where springs that whisper to the tiny soul of man "You shall not die?" Ah. Is there no truth of which this dream is the shadow? world, also by Ittle cold and lay all day clothes upon the. chair. For her oxen in the connold start on Monday and "Yes; let us go," she said. "It makes no difference," said tbe doctor, "staying or going. It la close now." moon she told blm to open r wide and draw tbe bed It mast be explained that the biota under discussion are not made by merely filling a pen with ink and allowing the drops to fall on pa pet They are grown and watched with anxious care until they attain their full measure of beauty and form. They may be made with ordinary black or bine black writing ink or with colored inks or with mixtures of several kinds of inks, and, as a blot grows, the colors of the ink sometimes form into differently colored concentric rings, each color ring being sharply divided from the "You see If the sheep don't have the scab this year!" said Tant* Sannle as she waddled after Em. "It's with all these new inventions that the wrath of God must fall on us. What were the cnuaren or israei pumraea Tor If it wasn't for making a golden calf? I may have my sins, but I do remember the Tenth Commandment, 'Honor ihy father and thy mother, that It may be well with thee, and that thou mayst live long in the land which the Lord thy God giveth thee.' It's all very well to say we honor them and then to be finding out things that they never knew and doing things In a way that they never did them. My mother boiled soap with bushes, and I will boil soap with bushes. If the wrath of God Is to fall upon this land," said Tant' Sannle, with the serenity of conscious virtue, "it shall not be through me. Let them make their steam wagons and their fire carriages; let them go on as though the dear Lord didn't know what he was about when he gave horses and oxen legs. The destruction of the Lord will follow them. I don't know bow such people read their Bibles. When do we hear of Moses or Noah riding In a railway? The Lord sent fire carriages out of heaven In those days. So the next day Gregory carried her out In bis arms to tbe wagon which stood "inspanned" before the door. Aa he laid her down on the "kartel" she looked far out across the plain. For the first time she spoke that day. ■That blue mounts far away—M ■S atop when we get to It, ilbt before." ■he closed her eyes again. He drew tbe sails down before and behind, and the wagon rolled away slowly. The landlady and tbe niggers stood to WAtch It from the "stoep." lar views C i of nation Id to speal leaden afternoon. The dull rested close to tbe roofs of i, and the little street was deserted. Now and then a nd eddying round caught up leaves, whirled them hither it under the trees and dropagain into the gutter. Then det She lay looking out. the bell of tbe church began 1 up the village street came session. They were carrying "You are sure you have put it up," she said, with a look of blank terror at the window. "It will not fall open In the night, the shutter—you are sure?" and frankly becai the unthinking m or self Interested L-  argument Is abuse and creed is, "Be on the There are hosts of pe lack moral courage In  broad principles of morality llglon and In securing for those acknowledged rights wl civilization has always assun xi a n »— *-*•  He fell Into perfect silence. And at last, as he walked there with his bent head, his- soul passed down the steps of contemplation into that vast land where there Is always peace; that land where the soul, gazing long, loses all consciousness of its little self and almost feels its hand on the old mystery of Universal Unity that surrounds It. like world, it might be, but a lovely world for all that, knd to git there gloating In the sunlight was perfect He comforted her. Yes; It was tightly fastened. There are only rare times when a man's soul can see Nature. So long as any passion holds Its revel there, the eyes are holden that should not see her. "Even if It Is shut," she said in a whisper, "you cannot keep it out! You feel it coming in at 4 o'clock, creeping, creeping, up, up, deadly cold!" She shuddered. • . I I » next. In order to grow beautiful blots, you only require a small basin, an ink bottle, a piece of glass tnbing or a firm straw, a Very silently the great wagon rolled along tbe grass covered plain. Tbe driver on the front box did not-clap bis whip or call to his oxen, and Gregory sat beside blm with folded arms. Behind them, In the closed wagon, she toy. with the dog at her feet, very quiet, with folded bands. He (Gregory) dared not be In there. Like Hagar when she laid her treasure down In the wilderness, he sat afar off. "For Hagar said. Let me not see the death •f tbe child." Go out, If you will, and walk alone on the hillside In the evening, but If your favorite child lies 111 at home, or your lover comes tomorrow, or at your heart there lies a scheme for the holding of wealth, then you will return as you went out—you will have seen nothing— for Nature, ever, like the old Hebrew God, cries out, "Thou shalt have no other gods before me." Only then, when the old Idol is broken, when the old hope Is dead, when the old desire Is crushed, then the Divine compensation of Nature Is made manifest. 8he shows nerseit to you. Ho near sue draws you that the blood seems to flow from her to you through a still uncut cord. Yon feel the throb of her life. -i and m«a We Vaee the Put k rich landlord cruelly oppressed a oor widow. Her son, then a little »y of 8 years, witnessed it He afterward became a painter and painted a lfe likeness of the dark scene. Years afterward be placed It where the man saw It He turned pale, trembled In every joint and offered a large ram to purchase it that he might pat it out of sight Thus there Is an invisible painter Ira wing on the canvas of the soul Da Ufellkeness reflecting correctly all t}e passions and actions of oor spiritual history on earth. Eternity'will reveal them to every man. We must meet our earth life again,, whether It baa been good or eviL—Episcopal Recorder. I ; Spirit of Christ. And this, In truth. Is what we wait:' We want the vision of a calmer and simpler beauty to tranqniliee us In the midst of artificial tastes. We want the draft of a purer spring to cool the flame of our excited life. We want In other words, the spirit of the life M Christ simple, natural, with power to calm and soothe the feelings which it rouses, the fullness of the spirit which can never Intoxicate.—F. W. Robertson.D bis last resting place. He thought she was wandering and laid her little trembling body down among the blankets. piece of soft lamp wick, and, of course, some ink and blotting paper. The ink bottle is placed in the basin and is filled with ink. The wick is inserted in the tube, which is placed in the ink bottle, and is kept in an upright position by a lid of paper or tin with a hole in the center. The blotting paper is then placed over the basin so that its center touches the slightly protruding wick. The blotting paper, thus fed by the wick, absorb* the ink, while the blot grows in the form of a circle and gradually widens, owing to the force of capillary attraction. In less than an hour it will probably be four inches across. It may finally attain a diameter of about 12 inches. sd them with her eye* till l la among the trees at the "No death, no death!" he muttered. "There is that which never dies, which abides. It is but the Individual that perishes; the whole remains. It is the organism that vanishes; the atoms are there. It is but the man that dies; the Universal Whole of which he Is part reworks him into its inmost self. Ah, what matter that man's day be short; that the sunrise sees him, and the sunset sees his grave. That of which he Is but the breath has breathed him forth and drawn him back again. That abides; we abide." Atr the asked. he answered, "a very r «ay be WW M, bat bis "I dreamed Just now tbat it was not pat up," sbe said, looking Into bis eyes, "and It crept right In, and I was alone with It" t know," awhile, looting oat with "What do you fear?" be asked tenderly.He shut the door to keep out their hideous shining and because the dark was Intolerable lighted a candle and paced the little room- faster and faster yet. He saw before him the long ages of eternity tbat would roll on, on, on. and never bring her. She would exist no more. A dark mist filled the little room. why the bell rang so ebeert said. "When the old dJe, it Thty have had their time. It i the young die that the bells roDS of blood." the old love Jifer he said, fof sweet to hear her speak. raised herself on her elbow, ay lore life. They do not want to she answered. "Bat what of / They have had their time. They *• that a man's life is threescore rs and ten. They should have made ir plans accordingly. But the ling," she said, "the young, cut down aefly when they have not seen, when *y have not known, when they have ot found—It is for them that the bells seep blood. I heard in the ringing it *•4 an old man. When the old die— Usten to the bell! It Is laughing: 'It la rtarJit It Is rlebt! He has had bis time.' Tbey cannot ring so for the young." the fell back exhausted. The hot light died from her eyes, and she lay looking out Into the street By and by ffrtgglers from the funeral began to feme back and disappear here and there among the houses. Then all was quiet, and the night began to settle down upon the village street. Afterward, when the room was almost dark, mo tost tney cou»a not see each otbsc's face, die add, "It win rain tonight," and moved restlessly on the pillows, "Bow terrible when the rain talk down on you." "The gray dawn," she Bald, glancing round at the window. "I was never afraid of anything, never when I was a little child, bnt I have always been afraid of that Yon will not let It come i« to mer Evening came. and yet the bine mountain was not reached, and all the next day they rode on slowly, but still It was far off. Only at evening they reached it, not blue now, but low and brown, covered with long waving grasses and rough stones. They drew the wagon up close to Its foot for the night It was a sheltered, warm spot "No, no; I will stay with you," he continued. For the little soul that cries aloud for continued personal existence for itself and its beloved there Is no help. For the soul which knows Itself no more as a unit, but as a part of the Universal Unity of which the Beloved also Is a part, which feels within Itself the throb of the Universal Life—for that soul there Is no death. When that day comes that you sit down broken, without one human creature to whom you cling, with your loves the dead and the living dead; when the very thirst for knowledge through long continued thwarting has grown dull; when In the present there Is no craving' and in the future no hope, then, oh, with a beneficent tenderness, Nature Infolds you. It must not be supposed that there is anything at all difficult in the way of blot growing. If you have not a basin, a wick or a tube at hanJ, dispense with the basin, put any extemporary wick, say a piece from a towel's fringe, in any extemporary tube, a piece of a quill pen, for instance, and place the wick and tube in the ink bottle. Arrange matters so that one end of the wick touches the ink and the other end touches the blotting paper and wait for the blot to develop. But she was growing calmer. "No; you must go to bed. I only awoke with a start You must be tired. I am childish; that is alL" But she shivered again. "Oh, little hand! Oh, little voice! Oh, little form!" he cried. "Oh, little soul that walked with mine! Ob, little soil that looked so fearlessly down into the depths, do you exist no more forever, for all time?" He cried more bitterly: "It Is for this hour—this—that men blind reason and erush out thought! For this hour—this, this— they barter truth and knowledge, take any lie, any creed, so It does not whisper to them of the dead that they are dead! O God, God, for a hereafter!" "Yes," said Tant' Sannle; "I had almost forgotten to tell you. By the Lord If I had him here! We were walking to church last sacrament Sunday, Piet and I. Close In front of us was old Tant' Trana, with dropsy and cancer and can't live eight months. Walking by her was something with its hands under its coattails, flap, flap, flap, and its chin in the air, and a stick up collar, and the black hat on the very back of the head. I knew him! 'Who's that?' I asked. The rich Englishman that Tant* Trana married last week.' 'Rich Englishman! I'll rich Englishman him,' 1 said. 'I'll tell Tant' Trana a thing or tw».' My Angers were Just in his little white curls. If It hadn't been the blessed sacrament, he would not have walked so 'sourka, sourka, sourka,' any more. But I thought wait till I've had it, and then— But he, sly fox, son of satan, seed of the Amaleklte, he saw me looking at him in the church. The blessed sacrament wasn't half over when he takes Tant' Trana by the arm, and out they go. 1 clap my baby down to its father, and I go after them. But," said Tant' Sannle regretfully, "I couldn't get up to them. I am too fat. When 1 got to the Corner, he was pulling Tant' Trana up into the cart 'Tant' Trana,' I said, 'you've married a Kaffir's dog, a Hottentot's brakje.' I hadn't any more breath. He winked at me—he winked at me," said Tant'wSannie, her sides Shaking with Indignation, "first with one eye and then with the other, and then drove away. Child of the Amaleklte," said Tant* Sannle, "If it hadn't been the blessed sacrament! Lord, Lord. Lord!" The night was growing very old when from a long, peaceful sleep Lyndall awoke- The candle burned at ber bead. The dog lay on her feet but he shirred. It seemed as though a coldness struck up to him from his resting place. She lay with folded hands, looking upward, and she beard the oxen chewing, and she saw the two mosquitoes buzzing drearily round and round, and her thoughts— her thoughts ran far back Into the past He sat down beside her. After some time she said, "Will you not nib my feetr "Let us die, beloved, you and I, that we may pass on forever through the Universal Life!" In that deep world of contemplation all fierce desires die out and peace comes down. He (Waldo) as he walked there saw no more the world that was about him; cried out no more for the thing that he had lost His soul rested. Was it only John, think you. who saw the heavens open? The dreamers see it every day. || Ha knelt down at the foot of the tied and took the tiny foot in his band, It was swollen and unsightly now, but as he touched It be bent down and covered It with kisses. Then the large white snowflakes as they flutter down softly, one by one, whisper soothingly, "Rest poor heart rest!" It Is as though our mother smoothed our hair, and we are comforted.Your interest will grow with the biota. It will be observed that the edges of the circles into which the blots form are sometimes serrated or daintily scalloped, although some inks preserve a perfectly smooth outline for each of the two, three or more concentric circlet into which they may break. It becomes absorbingly interesting to observe the different developments caused by various inks. Every new experiment yields a new resultMattering to himself, Waldo walked with bent bead, tbe mist In bis eyes. "It make* it better when you kiss It Thank yon! What makes yon all love me so?" Then dreamily she muttered to herself: "Not ntteriy bad, not quite bad. What makes them all love me Through these months of anguish a mist bad rested on her mind. It was rolled together now, a$4 the old dear Intellect awoke from Its long torpor. It looked back Into the past It saw the present There was no future now. The old strong soul gathered Itself together for the last time. It knew where It stood. To tbe soul's wild cry far its own there are many answers- He began to think of them. Was not there one of them all from wblcb be might Buck one drop of comfort T Well to die then, for, If you live, bo surely as the years come, so surely aa the spring succeeds the winter, so surely will passions arise. They will creep back, one by one, Into the bosom that has cast them forth and fasten there again, and peace will go. Desire, ambition and the fierce agonising flood of love for the living—they will spring again. Then Nature will draw down her veil. With all your longing you shall not be able to raise one corner. You cannot bring back those peaceful days. Well to die then! So age succeeds age, and dream sue ceeds dream, and of the Joy of the dreamer no man knoweth but he who dreameth. SOT Kneeling there, rubbing softly, with his cheek pressed against the little foot, Gregory dropped to sleep at last. How long be knelt there he could not tell, but when he started up awake she was not looking at him. The eyes were fixed on the far corner, gazing wide and Intent with an unearthly light. "You shall see her again," Bays the Christian, tbe true Bible Christian. "Yes; you shall see her again. 'And I saw tbe dead, great and small, stand before God. And the books were opened, and tbe dead were judged from tyose things which were written in the books. And whosoever was not found written in tbe book of life was cast Into tbe lake of fire, which is the second death.' Yes; you shgl) see her again. She died so, with her knee unbent, with her band unralsed, with a prayer unuttered. In the pride of her intellect and tbe strength of her youth. She loved, and she was loved. But she said no prayer to Qod; she cried for ■o merpy; sbe repented of no sin! Yes; you shall see her again." When the blot baa been grown with a certain kind of ink, it ia interesting to dilute the ink with water and then to grow another blot and note the difference, which will often be surprising. Or thia experiment may be varied by feeding a blot with plain water after it has been grown with undiluted ink. The water will often cause the original blot to spread in a most remarkable and unexpected manner.—Pearson's Magazine. PAI PER ID WOOD. In on« respect this country ia falling behind In wealth, nod that la in Ita far•ate, especially of pine.—St. Louis Globe-i Democrat. Paper mannfacturers, after a close hunt with skilled experts at their command, find no aubatitute for wood aa paper stock. And they are more spruce land than ever- Commercial. Our fathers had their dream; we have ours; the generation that follows will have Its own. Without dreams and phantoms man cannot exist Slowly raising herself on her elbow, sbe took from tbe sail a glass that bung pinned there. Her fingers wore stiff and cold. Sbe put tbe pillow on her breast and stood tbe glass against It Then tbe white face on tbe pillow looked Into tbe white face in tbe glass. Tbey bad looked at each other often so before. It bad been a child's face once, looking out above Its blue pinafore. It bad been a woman's face, with a dim shadow in the eyes and a something whlcb bad said: "We are not afraid, you and I. We are together. We w'U fight, you and I." Now tonight it had come to this. Tbe dying eyes on the pillow looked- into the dying eyes in tbe glass. They knew that their hour had come. Sbe raised one bqqd and pressed tbe stiff fingers against the glass. Tbey were growing very stiff. She tried to speak to it, but she would never speak again. Only tbe wonderful yearnlpg light was In the eyes stil|. The body was dead now, but the soul, clear and unclouded, tooked forth- CHAPTER XXVII. WALDO OQE8 OUT TO SIT IN THE SUN He looked round fearfully. What did she Me there—God's angels come to call her, something fearful? He saw only the purple curtain with the shadows that fell from It Softly he whispered, asking what she saw there. ered what she meant and In the still darkening room, again. SHINE. Sitting there with his arms folded on his knees and his bat slouched down over his face, Waldo looked out into the yellow sunshine that tinted even the very air with the color of ripe corn and was happy. It had been a princely day. The long morning had melted slowly Into a rich afternoon. Hulna had covered the "karroo" with a heavy coat of green that hid the red earth everywhere. In the very chinks of the stone walls dark green leaves hung out, and beauty and growth had crept even Into the beds of the sandy furrows and lined them with weeds. On the broken sod walls of tho old pigsty chlckweeds flourished, and Ice plants lifted their transparent leaves. Waldo was at work In the wagon house again. He was making tt kitchen table for Em. As the long curls gathered In heaps before his plane he paused for an Instant now and again to throw one down to a small naked nigger who had crept from its mother, who stood churning in the sunshine, and had crawled into the wagon bouse. From time to time the little animal lifted its fat hand as it expected a fresh shower of curls till Doss, Jealous of his master's noticing any other small creature but himself, would catch the earl la hta mouth and roll She Bitot Dropped Of. "Delia!" "Yls, ma'am." )U presently take my cloakgray cloak from behind the go out with it? You will fln4 ive at the foot of the tall bine The water drips off the ited leaves. ton must cover thai" ved restlessly, as though In "I am very tired, and I am going to lie down for an hour." "Yis, ma'am." And she. said. In a voice strangely unlike her own: "I see the vision of a poor weak soul striving after good. It was not cut short, and in the end It learned, through tears and much pain, that holiness is an infinite compassion for pthers; that greatness is to take the common things of life and walk truly among them; that"—she moved her white hand and laid it on her forebead—"happiness Is a great love  much serving. It was not cut short, and It loved what It had learned—It loved—and"— He was an uncouth creature,' with small learning and no prospect in the future but that of making endless tables and stone walls, yet it seemed to him as he sat there that life was a rare and very rich thing. He rubbed his hands in the sunshine. Ah, to live on so, year after year, how well! Always In the present, letting each day glide, bringing its own labor and Its own beauty, the gradual lighting up of the hills, night and the stars, firelight and the coals! To live on so, calmly, far from the paths of men, and to look at the lives of clouds and Insects, to look deep into the heart of flowers and see how lovingly the pistil and the stamens nestle there together, and to see in the thorn pods how the little seeds suck their life through the delicate curled up string and how the little embryo sleeps inside! Well, how well, ta sit so on one aide, taking bo part In tt|» but wb*» creel *** "If I should happen to drop off, call me at 8 o'clock." "Yls, ma'am." In his bitterness Waldo laughed low. Ah, he had long ceased to hearken to the hellish voice) So my lady lies down, folds her hands, closes her eye» and Is soon In the land of dreams. She Is awakened by the clock striking 6 and cries Indignantly:Dl Gregory assented, and there was sir fence again. It fvas the first time she ever spoken of her child. ••It was so small," she said- "It llTed such a little while—only three hours, They laid It close by me, bnt I never saw It I could feel It by me." She waited. "Its feet were io cold. I took them In my hand to make them warm, and my hand closed right over them, they were so little." There was an uneven trembling in the voice. "U crept close to me. It wanted to drink; It wanted to be warm." She hardened herself. "1 did not love It Its father But yet another speaks. "You shall see her again," says the Alneteentli century Christian, deep Into Whose soul modern uqbelief and thought have crept though he knows It not. He It Is who uses his Bible as the pearl fishers use their shells, sorting out gem" from refuse. He sets bis pearls after his own fashion, anC he sets them well. "Do not fear," hi says. "Hell and judgment are nol God Is love. I know that beyond thl blue sky above us Is a love as wide spreading over all. The All Fathej will show her to you again—not spirit only. The little hands, the little feet, Here the little Bush girl caine running to say that the horses would stand no longer, and, still breathing out vengeance against her old adversary, she labored toward the cart. Shaking bands and affectionately kissing Dm, she was with sdlne difficulty drawn up. Then slowly the cart rolled away, the good Boer woman putting her head out between the sails t9, suUty and nod. Em stood watching it for * time- Then as the sun dausled her j eyes she turned away. There was no 1 me la golog to alt with Gregory. He j Pfca* beat sitting there alone, staring I "Delia P "Yls, ma'am." "Why didn't yon call me at 5 o'clock, &e I told you to do?" "8hure, ma'am, ye tould me to call ye If ye had dropped off. I looked In on ye at 5, and ye hadn't dropped off at all! Ye was lyin on the bed In the same annod asleep!"  Was that all She saw in the corner? Gregory told the landlady the next morning that she had been wandering all night Yet when be came In to give her her breakfast she was sitting up against the pillows, looking as he had not seen her look before. * Then slowly, without ft sound, the beautiful eyes closed. The dead face that the glass reflected was a thing of marvelous beauty and tranquillity. The gray dawn crept In over it and saw it lying there. * A There Is a relationship between the childlike character and the Christlike character which will last aa lane aa Jbeklacdo* oT QoA lMt«.-fc.^Qaaa» R*tetlonahtp. | "Pot It close to me," she said, "and iwtem K ham had breakfast 1 am going j Had sha found what she sought tor— agmetfclmc tu worship? HaAshecaa*