Pittston Gazette

              ,V - && / ■atabltahed 1850, I TOt. L No. 35 ) Oldest Newspaper in the Wvomine Vallev PITTSTON, LUZERNE COUNTY, PA., FRIDAY, APRIL i3, 1900. A Weekly Local and Family Journal. —- lai.OOiTMr ; In Ad x me? To a bal masque? No. To a' students' dance? No. To an excursion? No. To an execution at La Roquet te tomorrow morning at 5 o'clock! The canaille that will be there! And you know I hate to get up before 10! But I had promised him, and so I said I would go. I will be reasonable, although he Is not. The savage—to like such a spectacle as that! But, monsieur,' continued Coralle Imploringly, 'I am afraid to go there alone with Auguste. He might say unpleasant things, and I know I should have an attack of the nerves and could not count on him to help me. So won't you be good and come with us? That will restrain Auguste, and I shall feel more comfortable.' cere have not accustomed me. The meat Is admirable. Bread for tbe  is baked in Glencoe by a Frenchman named St. Croix, some of it in th' ovens left there by the British, bread shoulu run out, there is biscuit, which Is softer, more ** and far better than ours. | Ike Nan oi Lonely His; i An Art Student's Strange Story of a Parisian Infatuation. nr J By J Q JOHN J. A'BECKgt £ St [Copyright, 1899, by John J. a'Becket.] "Only for your sake as well as mine," be added In a fatherly way, "you must let no one know this. There are reasons why I do not care to be seen or recognized." So I shall see him this evening,' concluded Coralle, with a pert, self satisfied air. 'I shall try to find out who he Is,' she added#rtlessly. 'But it will be nice to dine with him, he is so soothing and such a gentleman.'CHRISTIAN WAEFAElT ▼ancmg until tne old Wesleyan hymn Will prove true: batteries upon him, but come on him by a skillful, persevering, God directed ambuscade.VIVID PICTURE OF BOERS THERE IS VICTORY IN RETREAT, SAYS The Lion of Judah shall break the chain And give ua the victory again and (gain! Importance •( Good Aim, DR. TALMAGE. Reaaoai For Retreat, Lesson the fourth: The importance of taking good aim. There is Joshua, but how are those people in ambush up yonder to know when they are to drop on the city, and bow are these men around Joshua to know when they are to stop their flight and advance? There must be some signal—a signal to stop the one division and to start the other. Joshua, with a spear on which were ordinarily hung the colors of battle, points toward the city. He stands in such a conspicuous position, and there is so much of the morning light dripping from that spear tip, that all around the horizon they see it. It was as much as to say: "There is the city. Take it!" Interesting Information From an Officer Within Their Lines. Bat there Is a more marked Illustration of victorious retreat in the life of our Joshua, the Jesus of the ages. First falling back from an appalling height to an appalling depth, falling from celestial hills to terrestrial valleys, from throne to manger; yet that did not seem to suffice him as a retreat. Falling back still farther from Bethlehem to Nazareth, from Nacareth to Jerusalem, back from Jerusalem to Golgotha, back from Golgotha to the mausoleum in the rock, back down over the precipices of perdition until he walked amid the caverns of the eternal captives and drank of the wine of the wrath of Almighty God, amid the Ahabs, and the Jezebels, and the Belshazzars. Oh, men of the pulpit and men of the pew, Christ's descent from heaven to earth does not measure half the distance! It waB from glory to perdition. He descended into hell. All the records of earthly retreat are as nothing compared with this falling back. Santa Anna, with the fragments of his army flying over the plateaus of Mexico and Napoleon and his army retreating from Moscow into the awful snows of Russia are not worthy to be mentioned with this retreat, when all the powers of darkness seem to be pursuing Christ as he fell back, until the body of him who came to do such wonderful things lay pulseless and stripped. Methinks that the city of Ai was not so emptied of its inhabitants when they went to pursue Joshua as perdition was emptied of devils when they started for the pursuit of Christ, and he fell back and back, down lower, down lower, chasm below chasm, pit below pit, until he seemed to Btrike the bottom of objurgation and scorn and torture. Oh, the long, loud, jubilant shout of hell at the defeat of the Lord God Almighty! Boer table Jo»hoa'f Plan of Anbiwale Cited aa a Successful Method of Flcht- Iuk Unri«hteouaneaa—Much Accomplished by Waiting; For Opportunities."The government still keeps the supplied with tea, coffee, rice, ]_ toes and condiments. It is your versal provider, this government—j tailor, outfitter, saddler, shoema and all without the slightest fuss, w out the bother of filling up forms. . you want is a voucher from the ' cornet, who is responsible to his conscience for the reasonat the orders he signs. With Its tents, its kitchen in the opt Irish stews, the Boer laag give the illusion of an Algei but for the enormous wago up In line or in square, the m of animals and the silence ax the men. "Guard duty Is taken in successive groups all night luu*. * tent of the general, the major or 1 field cornet' serves as a club for i one who likes. The life of the chi is for me a mystery of physical « Intellectual endurance in the midst WOXDEBFUL EEPAIEI5G OF GUIS. Mm " 'Well, how will Auguste like this, you minx? I asked. Auguste was an ambitious youth employed at the theater who hoped to marry Coralle some day when they had saved a stockingful. He was a fiery young man, with a dash of Othello about him. Colonel de VllleboU-Mareull Deterlbei the Stern Boer Soldier Fighting Hard Cor Hla Daty, His Country and His Religion Without Washington, April 8.—From an old time battle scene Dr. Talmage in this discourse makes some startling suggestions as to the best styles of Christian work and points out the reason of so many pious failures; text, Joshua viii, 7, "Then shall ye rise up from the ambush and seize upon the city." Punishment or Recompense or Altercation."You write stories," said Herbert, crossing one thick leg comfortably over the other and taking short puffs at his pipe to kindle the tobacco well. "Does It hurt them to be true?" in all his sorrow, tie nad nastened to get mass said for his boy. Oh, I worked it up till I felt quite a deep regret for the graud old sufferer, the bereaved sire." " 'Auguste need know nothing about It,' Bhe answered sharply, with a pout 'We are not married yet, and there are as good fish in the sea as M. Auguste Gautler. I should like to see him object to my dining with a gentleman old enough to be my father, and so proper and spirftueL You know that you are hoping that I may find out who this mysterious stranger is. He is wealthy and may buy one of your pictures—one with me in it,' she added, executing a pirouette and throwing me a kiss mockingly.Of the foreigners within the Boer ranks the most picturesque. and one of the ablest Is Count de Vlllebois- Mareuil, who won fame in the foreign legion, French army, and who, it is said, threw up his commission and Joined the Boers because be was not given the rank of brigadier general, which he felt he deserved. But it appears that it was not personal ambition, but genuine sympathy for the Boer cause, that influenced him. Not only is Colonel Ylllebois-Mareuil a brilliant soldier, but a distinguished writer as well, and herewith are presented extracts from a letter contributed by him to La Liberte of Paris. It gives much that is new concerning "Well, I was with Auguste. I felt that Coralie was extending more relief to the man of lonely hours than was neccssary, and after his late remark to her about a country home and blrda and a wife I was sure Auguste needed to clinch his hold on the feather headed little thlug. I did not think it was a very politic way of doing it by taking her to see a man's head cut off at an unearthly hour of the ntorulug. but I could understand that Auguste might think such a concession a coiffrlnelng proof of Coralie's stValght dealing with him. I think it was myself. I had seen everything in Paris except a guillotining antl had a sneaking desire to witness one and compare this method of capital punishment hanging, of which I was once a spectator. So I consented. One Sabbath evening, with my family around me, we were talking over the scene of th» text. In the wide open eyes and the quick interrogations and the blanched cheeks I realized what a thrilling drama it was. There is the old city, shorter by name than any other city in the ages, spelled with two letters. A. I. Ai. Joshua and his men want to take it. How to do It is the question. On a former occasion, in a straightforward, face* to faee fight, they had been defeated, but now they are going to takf it by ambuscade. General Joehua has two divisions in his army. The one division the battle worn commander wiL lead himself, the other division he sends off to encamp in an ambush on the west side of the city of Ai. No torches, no lanterns, no sound of heavy battalions but 30,000 swarthy warriors moving ii. silence, speaking only in a whisper; no clicking of swords against shields, lest the .watchmen of Ai discover it and the stratagem be a failure. If the roisterin; soldier in the Israelitish army forget* himself, all along the line the word i: "Hush!" God knows and we know that a great deal of Christian attack amounts to nothing simply because we do not take good aim. Nobody knows and we do not know ourselves which point we want to take when we onght to make up our minds what God will have us to do and point our Bpear in that direction and then hurl our body, mind, soul, time, eternity at that one target. In our pulpits and pews and Sunday schools and prayer meetings we want to get a reputation for saying pretty things, and so we point our spear toward the flowers, or we want a reputation for saying* sublime things, and we point our spear toward the stars, or we want to get a reputation for historical knowledge, and we point our spear toward the past, or we want to get a reputation for great liberality, so we swing our spear all around, while there is the old world, proud, .rebellious and armed against all righteousness, and instead of running any farther away from its pursuit we ought to turn around, plant our foot in the strength of the eternal God, lift the old cross and point it in the direction of the world's conquest till, the redeemed of earth, marching up from one side and the glorified of heaven matching down from the other side, the last battlement of sin is compelled to swing out the streamers of Emanuel. O church of God, take aim and conquer! "Certainly not," replied Franklin, pricking up his ears. "Truth is an overrated virtue, but history la sometimes as Interesting as poetry." "He may have injured this De Pompet in some way and meant the mass as partial atonement," suggested Franklin knowingly. "Sure, history isn't truth" —Her- Herbert's gray eyes twinkled—"but it can be, for what I am thinking of telling you is history now, in a small way, so small tjhat It can .afford to be true. You can prank It out as you like, of course," added the Irishman magnanimously."Perhaps he did, and perhaps he was Justified In doing It," said Herbert lm passively, pressing down the ashes In his pipe with his stubby finger. " De' Pomfet is good. That"s you. If was Pomfet on the Bcrap of paper. "The wealthy part of It was an Invention of Coralie's frivolous brain. I saw she was captivated by the man In black. Whether Bhe thought she could make a conquest I do not know, but I fancy she believed the frappe, militarylike stranger might be worked for dinners, theaters, excursions and trinkets. At all events, she was old enough to look out for herself, and If she couldn't handle Auguste I knew I couldn't Besides, I admit that I was curious to know something more about the man, and if Coralie wheedled anything out of him I was sure to get It I was her confidant for ftU sorts of things. "Well, I went to my studio and forgot the incident. I had too many Joys in the way of hopes and beliefs In those days to be greatly done up by other people's sorrows. By the time I went to the little cafe where I used to dine—I'm glad to say It's a long time since I had to do that—I had forgotten all about It. While the garcon was getting * me my dinner I glanced through the paper. All at once I ran across the notice of Emil Pomfet's death, 'De Pomfet.' And how do yon suppose the petted son of my aristocratic pious father wound up?" continued Herbert sardonically. "A large steel knife fell and struck him right In the neck with such force that his head was completely severed from hlg body!" this continuous invasion, no punishments, no recomi altercations or coercive met erythlng being done freely hours as a duty. Though t restraint, there Is never a i ble act The laagers have a 1 and postal service like that European armies, electric se Franklin nodded assent Herbert had lived 60 years In the world, with Bohemia as abiding place for most of his adult term, and bad proved a delightful companion and foontof Inspiration to the young American. Franklin was fond of the same effects in literatur—his Une—which his Celtic friend "The next morning when we got to the Place de la Itoquette the square was crowded, although It was such an early hour. Auguste pushed his way through until he got us to a spot where A good view was had of the long side of the guillotine. Have you ever been up early enough to know how depressing the raw gray hours are before the sun comes? It was chilly and damp, and those two uprights, with the triangular blade of blue steel at the top waiting to be let loose on the bead below, didnt warm it up any. A double cordon of cavalry surrounded the square, and a of the Qarde Munleipale was drawn up around The Widow' as feer bodyguard. s.. • . -f. secured with an indolent but facile perfectly equipped ami commissariat departme with admirable regular the extreme strain that "But, after all, the la; ly interesting for the mates them. An atmc polMnns fo*»Hntr nprvn brush. Herbert knew Paris from the tower* of Notre Dame to the debouche• ment of the sewers and had friends In the Faubourg as well as at the Chateau Rouge. Joshua takes the other division, the one with wljiich he is to march, and put; it on of the city of Ai and then spe* '} the night in reconnoitering in the vaUey. There he is, thinking over the fortune* of the coming day with something of the feelings of Wellington the night before Waterloo or of Meade and Lee the night before Gettysburg There he stands in the night and says to himself) "Yonder is the division In ambush on the west side of Ai. Here is the division I have under my especial command on the north side of AL There Is the old city slumbering In its sin. Tomorrow will be the battle." Look! The morning already begins to tip the hills. The military officers of Ai look oot in the morning very early, and, while they do not see the division In ambuatw they behold the other divisions of Joshua, and the cry "To arms! To arms!" rings through all the streets of the old town, and every sword, whether hacked and bent or newly welded. Is brought out, and all the inhabitants of the city of Ai pour through the gates, an infuriated torrent, and their cry is, "Come, we'll make quick work with Joshua and his troops!" But let not the powers of darkness rejoice quite so soon. Do you hear that disturbance in the tomb of Arimathea? I hear the sheet rending! What means that stone hurled down the side of the hill? Who is this coming ont? Push him back! The dead must not stalk in this open sunlight. Oh, it is our Joshua. Let him come out. He comes forth and starts for the city. He takes the spear of the Roman guard and points that way. Church militant marches up on one side, and the church triumphant marches down on the other side. And the powers of darkness being caught be-' tween these ranks of celestial and terrestrial valor nothing is left of them save just enough to illustrate the direful overthrow of hell and our Joshua's eternal victory. On his head be all the crowns. In his bands be alt the scepters. At his feet be all the human hearts; and here, Lord, is one of them. ; He seated himself comfortably In his chair and went on, rolling out the phrases unctuously with his rich brogue: "When I saw her the next day, she Could tell me nothing, however. 'He does not like to talk about himself,' she declared thoughtfully. 'He told me there were state reasons why he did not wish to attract attention, and this Is why he does not like to go to very public places. But be said It would be a pleasure to him to take toe put to dinner now and because he was a man of lonely hours. He was not The Heed of Comgc. s., ?: I have heard it said, "Look out for a man who has only one idea; he is irresistible." I say look out for the man who has one idea, and that a determination for soul saving. I believe God would strike me dead if I dared to point the spear in any other direction. Oh, for some of the courage and enthusiasm of Joshua! He flung two armies from the tip of that siiear. It is sinful for us to rest unless it is to get stronger muscle and fresher brain and purer heart for God's work. I feel on my head the hands of Christ in a new ordination. Do you not feel the same omnipotent pressure? There is a work for all of us. Oh, that we might stand up side by side and " ' the spear toward the city! It ought taken. It will be taken. Our citi drifting off toward loose religion or is called "Hberal Christianity," wl so liberal that it gives up all the nal doctrines of the Bible; si eral that it surrenders the reC of the throne of the Almighty. T liberality with a vengeance. Let cide upon the work which we a tian men have to do and in the of God go to work and do it. It is c parade 1 "One beautiful July morning I was making my way to my studio, My am? tytion was IK years younger then and didn't let me sleep as late as I do now. I used to rise with the sun to foster my splendid career. I was passing a church and saw the prettiest slip of a girl go In—« nice Marguerite, tidy, prim, sweet and all the rest I thought how well she would fit into a picture and went In after her. I took my place on the side of the church, a little bfh ' hind hpr, and tqade a sketch of the innoceiii ihi'ng saying her prayers. Her (ievotioQ kept her as quiet as any Franklin forbore to delay the tale by any opinion on this melancholy incident Herbert took a puff and added, " The Widow" bit his head off with her sharp tooth." "Guillotined?" "That morning, at La Roquette, at the cool, quiet hour of half past 5—no aristocrat either, but a common un- 'The crowd pushed and laughed and made coarse Jests as It waited impatiently for the spectacle. Coralle waa more peevish than rattled. I know she could not have felt any more wound up than I did. J couldn't help thinking of the poor wretch waiting inside the Stone wall of the prison til) he should he marched out to have his head cut off. Auguste kept close to Coralie, but WftS very quiet, his bright black eyes glaring about and his nostrils expan&pg like a dog's sniffing the scen\. "Siftdenly there was a clang that made the three of us stiffen up. The prison gates had been flung open. This was followed by the sharp rattle of steel aa the cavalry drew their sabers In a sort of grim sahite to the chief actor in the drama. The sound made my Ueart Jump. dressed .a his black clothes. He is not married,' she said, 'At least he told me that he was not But he Is nice if he Isnt gallant. He thinks I have a pretty neck. I saw him look at it. My gown was cut away a little at the throat He touched It—oh, very respectfully!—with his nice, finger and said It was so flrui and white.' * vrler, who had strangled wife to death simply because absinth had made him more than usually irritable- She had a few friends. Pomfet had none. His neighbors flocked to the square of La Roquette that they might have the satisfaction of seeing him put out of the way. — -m J r Sla'a Trlufk Brief. Lesson the second: The triumph of the wicked Is short. Did you ever see an army in s panic? There Is nothing so uncontrollable. If you had stood at Long bridge, Washington, daring the opening of our sad civil war, you would know what it is to see an army run. And when those men nf Ai looked out and aaw those men of "Joshua in a stampede they expected easy work. They would scatter them aa the equinox the leavea.~TDh, the gleeful and jubilant descent of the men of Al upon the men of Joshua! But their exhilaration waa brief, Cor the tide of battle turned, aad these quondam conquerors left their miserable carcasses in the wilderness of Bethavsn. 80 it always is. The triumph of the wicked is short. You make |20,- model, "I bad pot away my book, with my little Marguerite inside of it, and was "Well, thla made my aristocratic friend and bis baste to get a mass salCl for Bach a wretch all the more. Inexplicable. There uq mystery about Pomfet. He was a workman, the commonest of liis kind, and had never bees anything else all his life. The wife, though a trifle better than her brute of a husband, was an ill favored trollop of even lower social standing than he. She was so homely that she couldn't help being good. "Well," Qentlnued Herbert, stretch- In# himself and deliberately knocking the ashes out pf his pipe, found that **AU at once 1 nMMKfoM the notice of I Emil Pomfet't death." about to go out when a man walking A Mcmlac Repalae, 4 No sooner had these people of Ai come out against the troops of Joshua than Joshua gave such a command as he seldom gave—"Fall back!" Why, they could not believe their own ears! la Joshua's courage failing him? The retreat is beaten, and the Israelites are flying, throwing blankets and canteens on every aide under this worse than Bull Run defest. And you sught to hear the soldiers of Ai cheer and cheer and cheer. Rut they bursa too soon. The men tying In ambush are straining their vision to get some signal from Joshua that they may know what time to drop upon the city. Joahua takes Ms burnished spear, glittering la thfe sun like a shaft of doom, and points it towsrd the city, and when the men up yonder in the ambuah aee It with hawklike swoop they drop upon Ai and without stroke of sword or stsb of spear take the city and put It to the torch. hand clappings wer i the "Then the condemned man appeared. He bad only a few steps to take in that outer free air. He waa ashy pale and stood In need of the priest's physical as well as spiritual assistance. I saw his eyes despite themselves turn toward the guillotine. Then they swept the unsympathizlng faces of the mob. He shivered and kissed the crucifix with a despairing earnestness. That was the only thing that spoke hope or friendliness to him. .  ' w&& "I coaKJ luv«nt no theory to fit the cgae; jet, of"course, I felt there mast be some reason for my severe gentleman rushing off In such hot to get prayers for pn executed criminal. I talked ?.ver thf *hlng with OwrftUfr She was a little model I bad la those day's. OoraUt* wan a butterfly, a coquette, but with some good sense under her frivolity. My description of the fine gentleman fired her curiosity. 'Perhaps be had a son who was guillotined,' she said thoughtfully. 'Yes, he looked it,' said I. 'Then he Is an English milord,' retorted CoraUe. with triumphant conviction. Any kind or degree of eccentricity la sufficiently accounted for to the French mind If the author of it is an Englishman. But the spiritual benefactor of Emil Pomfet did not look like an Englishman, and his clothes were of French put and style. So CorftHe was no' help to me {D/ her explanation. She asked me two or three questions about hint which showed that my description had aronsed her Interest. How old was he? Did he seem wealthy? Was he trlste or only grave and distingue?" easy to stand up in (ace blackened witl covered with the t whizzing bullets and the regiment cut to commander crying Then it requires old friends, the great trt of God in this day la tne cownw.  do splendidly on a parade day and at communion, when they have on ti"* oesi ciotnes of Christian p —- in the great battle of life, •harpahooting of skepticism, w«y v they fall back, they break ranks. D. confront the enemy, we open the battle against fraud, and, lo, we find on our side a great many people that do not try to pay their debts. And we open the battle against intemperance, and we find on 000 at the gaming table. Do you expect to keep it? You will die in the poorhouae. You made a fortune by iniquitous traffic. Do you expect to keep It? Your money will scatter, or it will stay long enough to curae your children after you are dead. Call over the roll of bad men who proapered and aee how short was their of the sentatives in the Transvaal, 1 G run berg and Leon, who are actln directors of artillery and englnC They constrncted the largest and i modern of the four forts of Preti The other three were built by mans, but the fourth was secure with them by the FrC ■ . Droaperity. For awhile, like the men of "1 could not take my eyes off him. The appalling quickness of the business was some comfort. The executioner's assistants sprang forward. In their blouses like bedticklng, grabbed him, pushed him against the bascule, lashed the poor wretch to It, and It (ell into place. Ai, they went from conquest to conquest, but after awhile disaater rolled back upon them, and they were divided Into three parta. Misfortune took their property, the grave took their body and the lost world took their aoul. I am always Interested in the building of at . C ' a So much for the division that was In nmbnsh. How about the division under Joshua's command? No sooner does Joahua stop in the flight than all his men stop with him, and as he wheels they wheel, for In a voice of thunder he cried "Halt!** one strong arm driving back a torrent of flying troops. And then, as he points his spear through the golden light toward that fated city, fcla troops know that they are to start for It. What a scene it was when the division In ambush which had taken the city marched down against the men of Ai on the one side, and the troops under Joshua doubled up their enemies from the other side, and the men of Ai were canght between these two hurricanes of Isnelitiah courage, thrust before and behind, stabbed in breast and back, ground between the upper and the nether millstones of God's indignation! Woe to the city of Ai! Cheer for Israel.1 up the other aide of the church caught my eye. That side lay in shadow, and be made no more noise than a mouse. He was a fine specimeq of respectability; oould have beep ah tifttglisb duke pr a butler. He stood the full of six feet, his iron gray hair cropped close and his face as smooth as your band, baring a 'canonical inch' of hair near hiis ears. There was a cold calm about bim, a dry, biting one. He carried him: feU as straight as 8 yardstick and wait an out and out distinguished looking fellow. He was dressed all in black, with a fresh white cravat Be might hare been a bishop or an old colonel. But the strange thing was that while I waa admiring him I felt at the same time as if be were creeping up that shady side of the church, holding himself aloof from people. Jam changed and do not love him dny more," she exclaimed. Coralie kept dining with him every now and then, although she did not get any more information about him. Of course Auguste got on to the thing. He became cross and very disdainful. He tried to pump me about the stranger was using Coralie as an antidote for loneliness, but I could tell blm nothing. Coralie complained to me from time to time about Auguste's altered ways. 'He says I am changed and do not love blm any more,' she exclaimed, with vivacious scorn, 'just because once or twice I refused to go out witb him, as I waa engaged to dine with M. Hanotaux. How beto! I should not mind if he dined with a widow old enough to be his mother and rich enough to pay for a bottle of nice wine, especially if she was a devout creature and suffered from loneliness. He was stupid enough to tell me that "fine feathers do not make fine birds.1" I hope he will not find out who my friend is and do anything to spoil my fun.' firm. ern sky, offering t tlnual sacrifice to th "No man who has tie, their eyes ever deadly magazine rll quick to change tl "The Creusot company, next took on hand the armament of the republic, but unfortunately, a large part of the work contracted for had to be kept palaces of dissipation* I like to have them built of the best granite and have the rooms made large and our own side a great many people who drink too muck And we open the battle against profanity, and we find on our side a great many men who make hard speeches. And we open the battle against infidelity, and, lo, we find on our qwn aide a great many men who are not quite sure about the book of Jonah. And while we ought to be massing our troops and bringing forth more than the united courage of Austerlits and Waterloo and Gettysburg we have to be spending our time in hunting up ambuscades. There are a great many in the Lord's army who would like to go out on a campaign with satin slippers and holding umbrellas aver their heads to keep off the heavy dew and having rations of canvasback "The executioner, who was a man named Heinderelch, sprang to liberate th« knife. It fell with a swiftness and force that shook the whole machine. There was a spurt of blood. The head fell into the basket. It was done! to have the pillars made very firm. God Is going to conquer them, and they will be turned into asylums and art galleries and churches. The stores in which fraudulent men do business, the splendid banking institutions where the president and cashier put all their property in their wives' hands and then fail for $600,000, all these Institutions are to become the places where honest Christian men do business. How long will it take your boys to get through your ill gotten gains? The wicked do not live out half their days. For awhile they swagger and strut and make a great splash in the newspapers, but after awhile it all dwindles down into a brief paragrph: "Died suddenly, April 8, 1900, at 35 years of age. Relatives and friends of the family are invited to attend the funeral on Wednesday at 2 o'clock from his late residence on Madison square. Interment at Greenwood or Oak Hill." Some of them jumped off the docks. Some of them took prussic acid. back In France on the declaration war. The material delivered. ing four guns of the well known yet at tfi« same time ( ping their fire as soon duced its effect, ref after the enemy has ' —no man who sees masters of their st understand that they type, has been found so useful as to Increase the regret felt on account of the nondelivery of the remainder. "As the executioner stepped forward to loose the blade he was in full view. At that moment I was startled by having my shoulder sharply struck by something. It wai Auguste. He had thrown his arm about Coralie, and his hand hit me. At the same time be hissed excitedly Id the girl's ear: 'Look at Monsieur de Paris! Look at him!' ■ "The range and wonderful accuracy of these guns, coupled with the extraordinary aptitude of the Boer gunners for estimating distances, have already thrown a mysterious halo of legend around them. This Is the first time one of these guns has been in use, and Its journey over the steepest mountains from Laingsnek to Ladysmith looks so improbable that I shall try to tell the tale later on with the help of photogmphs. "Perhaps he was a devout Catholic," said Franklin musingly, "and felt that it was a beautiful work of spiritual mercy to have masses said Cor. the guillotined. Tfhey can't have too many prayers offered for them- Ooralle's Idea was not a bad one either." apart, these extraordinary of their eye as of their ner resolution as of their endur "He went straight to the sacristy, 44 grays as a Judge. Sure, It he had gone fnto the sanctuary, where the tun was fhining. It would have seemed all right. Be wasn't there long enough to go to confession, for in a minute be came walking out straight and dignified, his eyes as clear as green ice and about as cold. I looked at blm well, for be was a type. I hoped he would kneel down nd say some prayers, so I could draw •n. Divtl a prayer he say. but ted put od the shady side without a ce at anybody, not even my pretty Marguerite, who was woman . «?h to steal a look at him out of the tall ft her eye. No wonder—such a fine,Stately man, with a sense of piety •bout him. t "I Uon't mind telling you that my curlosltj was excited," said Herbert, at which Franklin smiled, since, whether he minded it or not be had already "It was "thtf man of lonely hours,'" said Herbert quietly—"tall, handsome, clothed In black, with a fresh white tic, just as I had seeb him going up the aisle of the church, on its shady side, to get a mass said for the repose of the soul pf the wretch he bad launched into eternity half an hour before! Lesson the first: There is such a thing as victorious retreat. Joshua's falling back was the first chapter In his successful besiegement. And there are times In your life when the best thing you can do is to run. Yon were once the victim of strong drink. The demijohn and the decanter were your fierce foes. They came down upon you with greater fury than the men of Ai upon the men of Joshua. Your only safety is to get away from them. Your dissipating companions will come around you for your overthrow. Run for your life! F«U back! Fallback from the drinking saloon! Fall back from the wine party! Your flight is your advance: your retreat is your victory. There Is a saloon down on the next street that has almost been the ruin of your soul. Then why do you go along that street? Why do you not pass throngh some other street rather thap by the place of your calamity? A spoonful of brandy taken for medlci&al purposes by a man who 20 years before had been reformed from drunkenness hurled Into in, ebriety and the grave one of the best friends I ever had. Retreat is victory! Ylotaxlana Retreat. ducks and lemon custards. If they cannot have them, they want to go home. They think It is unhealthy among so many bullets! London, April T.- Boer trap and British from South Africa, but robbed of some of its bitt sf a counter success, won ■ the western frontier, invol of General Villebois Mareuil, - the trained foreign advisers of military leaders. The latest disaster to British a which fire companies were capt killed, is another instance of the able mobility of the Boers and th ity and secrecy of their moveme illustrates the difficulty of the tas General Gatacre has of keeping c line of commdtaication of Lord 1 About 40 miles south of Bloer and ten miles east of Bethany was stationed this little British f the purpose, no doubt, of protec railway line and preserving peac district, which was recently occt the Bows. The force probably hi or two, although the fact is not m ed in Lord Roberts' dispatch. xne unnsn position was surroun before fioon Tuesday by a strong fore the enemy, with four or five guns. A having bald out for nearly 24 hours British surrendered. "Well, It happened that about a month after this some other poor devil bad his head chopped off at La Roquette. It was a good year for murders, and The Widow' burled her wicked tooth In many a neck. That afternoon Coralie could hardly keep quiet enough to pose. I saw ftbe fas fermenting Fith some news* As soon as I was through she said, with much animation, '1 have seen him, and be is a lovely, perfect gentleman, much handsomer than you said.' ▲ Year of Mereies. "It is M. Leon who, with an indomitable energy, with 20 pairs of oxen or even the arms of the Boers alone, has spent many a night in hoisting 'Long Tom' np the most precipitous heights. It was Leon again who superintended the provisioning of the camps, who chose and laid out the sites for the batteries around Ladysmlth. In the laagers, where everybody knew him, he was credited with almost supernatural powers. In everything that concerned artillery he was given supreme authority, and the force of cir- I believe that the next year will be the most stupendous year that heaven ever saw. The nations are quaking now with the coming of God. It will be * year of successes for the men of Joshua, bu£ of doom for the men of AI. You put your ear to the raU track and vou can hear the train coming miles away. So 1 put my ear to the ground, and I hear the thundering on of the lightning train of God's mercies and judgments. The mercy of God is first to be tried upon this nation. It will be preached in the pulpits. In theaters, on the streets—everywhere. People will be Invited to accept the mercy of the gospel, and the story and the song and the prayer will be "mercy." But suppose they do not accept the offer of mercy—what then? Then God will come with his judgments, and the grasshoppers will eat the crops, and the freshets will devastate the valleys, and the def- "It was only a few day* after this that Coralie some information for '1 think Hanotaux is a Judge,' she said, with aq important air. 'I asked him last night why he got masses said for the executed. He did not seem to like my question, but he said at last: "My child, I am a functionary of the state. My duties as its faithful servant oblige me to be stern toward crime. There should be a reward for duty, but sometimes what 1$ done for the citizens is resented by the citizens on him who upholds the law. So 1 try to see that tome assistance is offered to those who suffer from the law since I know myself the ingratitude toward those who carry it out Fate has thrust a hard lot on me." And then he changed the subject' added Coralie. 'He is so modest I am glad I have been able to lighten his lonely hours. He has never married, and be has no tle%' It lit very sad. I told him I thought be ought to marry. He looked at me with his clear eyes and his lovely cold dignity and said: "Mademoiselle, I have been wedded to my profession for 45 years, ever since I was a boy of 16.. I shall shortly retire, 1 hope, and live the rest of my days in some quiet country *po« where I can hear the birds $ing. If I could ttave a wife 'to share that with me, I Would not object. But 1 fear that will uot be," and he shook his head slowly, looking at me,' replied {3ora}|e significantly.have never been able to feel too bard against him for his grasping at the solace the gay, pretty Coralie afforded him. He was a man of lonely hours. I found out later that he had been an executioner for 45 years and had never married. After he got the mass arranged for be used to go bome and take a bath!" Pome of them fell under the snap of a Derringer pistol. Some of them spent tieir days In a lunatic asylum. Where are William Tweed and his associates? Where are Ketcham and Swartwout, absconding swindlers? Where are James Fisk, the libertine, and all the other misdemeanants? The wicked do not live out half their days. Disembogue, O world of darkness! Come up, Hildebraadj and Henry II and Robespierre and, wRh blistering and blaspheming and ashta lips, hiss out, "The triumph of the wicked la abort." - "'Who Is? What are you talking about?" "But why did he have the masses said?' exclaimed Franklin curiously. " The dear, kind man who gets the masses said for the guillotined,' she replied airily. cumstances turned this engineer Into a fiost rate artilleryman as well as a brilliant sapper. He has earned the confidence of General Joubert and the gratitude of the Transvaal" "Why did he look forward to his retirement to country quiet and the song of birds?" retorted Herbert dryly. "Why did he not smear his face with cold cream half a dozen times .a day, like the last of the Samsons whom be succeeded? Why was he in looks and mien a gentleman, while his successor, NlclKjlas Roch. 'Papa Roch," suggested {be fceavy, smug shopkeeper? Why did be not marry and find consolation in his children, like the present executioner, who, they say. Is bo stricken " 'Where did you see him, you witch?" ] exclaimed in some surprise- VJpst Yfhefee yoq did- t thought ever what you told me. It was evident that he bad a devotion to the souls in purgatory and for men who were guillotined. 80 I said. "He may go to the church again the next time some one Is executed." I heard there was to be one today, and I went to the church. He eame and did Just as you said he did before. I saw him, I him, ant, ( am froirig4b dine with him tomorrow r •'She smiled and honped about like a sparrow In her excitement and satisfaction. 'Be Is very grave, but be hat a soft voice, and bis eyes are so cleat and beautiful.' " 'Where are you going to dine witb him, and how came he to ask you? " '"Oh, can't tell—probably at some quiet place. He Is reserved. Perhapt he Is a married man and has a familyso dignified and discreet. You feel you fan trust him.' " "Y?ry discreet and very reserved," said 'Bo this l| my fine gentleman with the zeal for souls! He asks a pretty girl to dine with him the first time he sees her.' " 'Why not?1 Inquired Coralie demurely. That Is what pretty girls are for.' Awaiting Opportunities. go* up and went Into the sacristy myself. A cure was shivering over his breviarjr there, and says I to him, 'Can you tell me the name of the gentleman Who was Just In beref Lesson the third: How much may be accomplished by lying in ambush for opportunities. Are you hypercritical of Joshua's maneuver? Do you say that it was cheating for him to. take that city by ambuscade? Was It wrong for Washington to kindle camptires on Jersey heights, M. Leon, by the way, was killed before Klmberley. This is the first direct exposition explaining the remarkable effectiveness of the Boer artillery which the British have attributed vaguely to German artillerists, It being generally accepted that the Boers themselves have had little knowledge of heavy ordnance. It will be noticed, however, that Colonel  reull gives the Boers the credit for Judging the ranges, and, after all, that is the most important thing, says the New York World. He continues: alcatlons will 6waliow the money markets, and the fires will burn the cities, and the earth will quake from pole to pole. Year of mercies and of judgments; year of invitation and of warning; year Here Is a converted infidel. He la ao strong now in his faith in the gospel he says he can read anything. What are you reading? Bolingbroke? Andrew Jackson Davis' tracts? Tyndall's Glasgow university address? Drop theiq and run. You will be an infill before you die unless you quit that. These men of Ai will be tW muck for you. Turn your back on the rank and file of unbelief. Fly before they cut you with their swords and transfix you with their javelins. There are people who have been well nigh ruiped because they risked a foolhardy expedition in the presence of mighty and overwhelming temptations, and the men of AI made a morning meal of them. IA Turning to another part of the Wv ield. Lord Methaen, with what ia deicribed as the Mafeking relief force, has moved from Kimberley to Boshof, 40 miles to the northeast. He encountered a body of 70 Boers posted on a kopje nine miles from the town. It is said that these Boers had come from Kroonstadt. If ao, they were probably on the way to join their comrades on the Vaal river at Christiana and Warrenton. After about four hours' fighting the little Boer force surrendered. Among the killed was General de Villebois Mareuil, the distinguished French tactician and strategist, who has been of great service to the Boers and whose death is undoubtedly a serious loss.  ■ A pnyslclan calculi tea tuat It takei eight times the strength to go up stairs that is required for the same distance on the level. 'The priest shrugged his shoulders and said he didn't know who he was; that be iiad wanted a man said for the repose of a soul. giving the Impression to the opposing Jorce that a great army was encamped there whea there was none at all? I answer, if the war was right, then Joshua waa right in his stratagem. He vio- of jubilee and of woe. Which side are you going to be on—with the men of Ai or the men of Joshua? Pass over this Sabbath into the ranks of Iarael. 1 would clap my hands at the joy of your coming. You will have a poor chance for this world and the world to come without Jesus. You cannot stand what to to come upon you and upon the world unless you have the pardon and the comfort and the help of Christ. Come over! On this side are your happiness and safety; on the other side are disquietude and despair. Eternal defeat to the men of Ai! Eternal victory to the men of Joshua!with grief by the death of his 17-yearold daughter that he wants to retire from Jlie'dignity of Justicler general? After that episode of M- Helnderelch | looked up Messieurs de Paris. My young frU ud, you and 1 were born to. high destinies—you In letters, 1 in art," continued Herbert sarcastically. "We were not doomed to headsmanshtp because of forbears who were headsmen. Nq one knows what Jewel may be found In the ash barrel or what dirt may cling to a crown. That is all I can tell you. I was not In M. Ilelndereich's confidence." "And Coralie?" asked Franklin smilingly." 'Ob, the poor map;' says I, so sympathetic,'"I tW feel a touob of compassion for him, hiding his sorrow under that stiffness and coming so early to have prayers said for his dead. 'For his wife, perhaps, or his daughter,' I added In a mournful way, but Insinuating, you understand. jated no flag of truce. He broke no treaty, but by a lawful ambuscade captured the city of Ai. Oh, that we ail knew how to lie in ambush for opportuni- ties to serve Ood. portunltles do not lie on the surface, but are secreted. By tact, by stratagem, by The best of our op- "M. Grunberg's work was at Pretoria and Johannesburg. To him the wounded ordnance was sent, and he made some wonderful cures, among them that of poor 'Long Tom,' who was surprised by the English and blown up with dynamite in three places. I see he has Just come back a little shortened, but as doughty as ever, eager to try conclusions once more with his destroyers and to hurl his shrapnel with his full charge of powder. The two Creusot representatives have been helped in their task of repairing damages by the plant zealously placed at their disposal by the Netherlands Railway company. There is likewise at Johannesburg a projectile factory which has solved one of the most troublesome problems of the war by keeping up the supply of ammunition with unlooked for steadiness.Christian ambuscade, yon may take almost any castle of sin for Christ. Come up toward men with a regular beslegement oC argument and you will be defeated, but just wait until the door of their heart* la set alar. or they are oil their guard, or their severe caution uaway from home, and then drop in on them from a Christian ambuscade. Theie has been many a man up to his chin in scientific portfolios which proved there was no Christ and no divine revelation, his pen a scimeter flung Into the heart of theological who nevertheless has beep, discomfited and captured for Ood by some little 3-year-old child who D has got up and put her snowy arms around his sinewy neck and asked some simple question about Ood. Oh, make a flank movement! Steal a march on the devil! Cheat that man into heaven! A $5 treatise that will stand ail the laws of homiletics may fail to do that which a penny tract of Christian entreaty may accomplish. Oh, for more Christians in amWscade—not lying in idleness, but waiting for a quick spring, waiting until just the right time comes! Do not talk to a man about the vanity of this world on the day when he has bought something at "12" and is going to Bell it at "15." But talk to him about the vanity of the world on the day when he has bought something at "15" and Is compelled to sell It at "12!* Do not rub a :man's disposition the wrong way; do not take the tpiperatlve mood when the subjuuctlve mood will do just as well; do not talk In perfervld style to a phlegmatic nor try to tickle a torrid temperament with an icicle. You can take any man for Christ If yon know how to get at him. Do not send word to him that tomorrow •t 10 o'cWjck you orooose to open your "The priest looked vexed at my Interference. He {mapped a scrap of white paper oaf of his breviary and handed It to me with no gracious air, going on his 'office/ I glanced at the writing. heavy and not very refined. '4 pass for tl»« soul of Bmil Pomfet, who yffiy, died this very dayr I exclaimed. The priest took back the paper and pat it in bis breviary. 'That la all I know about the gentleman,' be ■aid snappishly, and I came out. So, also, there Is victorious retreat in the religious world. Thousands of times the kingdom of Christ has seemed to fall back. When the blood of the Scotch Covenanters gave a deeper dye to the heather of the highlands, when the Vauflols of France chose extermination rather than make an unchristian surrender, when on St. Bartholomew's day mounted assassins rode through the streets of Paris, crying "Kill! Bloodletting is good in August! Kill! Death to the Ilugueuots! Kill!" when Lady Jane Grey's head rolled from the executioner's block, when Calvin was imprisoned in the castle, when John Knox (jlied t«r the truth, when John lay rotting In Bedford isii. saying, "if Ood will help me and piy physical life continues, I will stay here uutil the moss grows on my eye- I brows rather than give up my faith." the days of retreat for the church were days j of victory. (Copyright, 190ft, by Louis Klopsch.l W'lW time for Auguste to do something' I said, laughing, 'or the first thing be knows you will be la femme de monsieur le Juge. Do you care for him, Cora lie?' "A stickit minister" is one who, hartng passed the university training and successfully survived the "trials," as they are termed, of the ecclesiastical courts, has reached the position of "licentiate" or "probationer," which, as in the case of a deacon in the Anglican communion, conveys authority to preach but not to dispense the sacraments, and makes him eligible for appointment to a parish. A Stickit Minister. Chichester cathedral spire Is the only; one which can be seen from the Mft along the coast of Great Britain. " *1 feel for him, but of course J love Auguste—If he were not such-'  of a firebrand. I am afraid I n, /'bayi to let one of tbem go; far Auguste if more annoylug than ever.' "She is Mme. Auguste pautter, with such respect for her husband that she has perpetuated his worth by eight Uttle Gautiers. We will go out to Auteuil Bome time and have some of her petite marmite, if you can stand the offspring."Here It was not half past 6 of the d*y on which the man had died, and my line man, gtaye and  fertef sq bravely, ha(l come piously'tq get his help for his lost one. He had probably come straight from the death= bed of Emll Pomfet that bis poor soul Bright get as little purgatory as possible." 'Do you still think he Is an English milord? ' ' ' " 'Net. He is not English. He Is toq polite. I brought bim to the dinner point,' she continued, smiling saucily. 'I knew It was he tlij moment he came. Monsieur had described him so beautifully. So 1 slipped out when he was leaving the sacristy, like a retired colonel, so neat In his mourning. When he appeared outside, 1 approached him timidly" and said: "Monslfcur must bav$ a heart for goodness since he is at church so early, will you not assist a poor girl?" When he wanted to know what my circumstances were, I replied that it was a long story and that 1 had to go. If I could only meet him again! We could perhaps dine together some time, and I would expose my soul to him. He hesitated a moment, looking at me with his eyes. I bltiahed— oui, vraiment!—and then he said be | would meet aw tomorrow, and we I would co to a quiet cafe and dine. "It was only a few days after when she came and, with a pout and shrug of bar pretty shoulders, exclaimed: 'What do you suppose Auguste has done now? Last night he reproached me bitterly and had the impertinence to say: "I ought to let you go on, and If I did not love you more such a coquette deserves* } would, and my re- "But there is a prettier envoi than that to this episode of the man of lonely hours.' On the day she heard of Helndereicli's death Coralie tripped Until he has reached the status of an ordained presbyter he is not a minister in the full sense of the term, and if he has grown old in the ranks of the probationers or taken up another calling, such as that of schoolmaster, he gradually sinks into the limbo of the "stickit ministers," being men who have stuck fast on the way to the full rank of presbyter. DR. HI tt off tq the church where we had seen him striding up the aisle in the shadow and had a mass said for the repose of bis soul!" "If you consider both men and things, here is a curious mixture of very ancieut and modern methods. The concentration of troops was carried out by railway with the greatest ease and without a hitch, as trained troops. Land transport is Assured by those massive, canvas covered wagons drawn by 1G pairs of oxen. Filled with blankets and provisions- far the longest Journey, they formed the only vehicle before the railway was constructed.. Today they are on all the Natal routes and on the banks of the swollen rivers when it is impossible to discover a ford. "I could understand the grave, well groomed man walking up the church in the shadow. lie had no heart for suffsblne. Of cpursft T b£gap" conjecture who Bmil Pompet was, and i| didn't take much to convince me that be was the son, the only son, the young, brilliant, promising boy whom his ambitious father Idolized. My heart went out to M. Pompet. Probably he belonged to some fine old family, and In the aristocratic atmosphere of a hotel in the Faubourg 8t Germain The pilgrim fathers fell back from the other side of the sea to Plymouth Itock. but now are marshaling a continent for the ChristiatyfStlon of the world. The church of Christ falling back from Piedmont, falling back frgm Rue St. Jacques, falling back fitini St. Denis, falling back from Wurttemberg castles, falling back from the Brussels market place, yet all the time triumphing. Notwithstanding all the shocking reverses which the church of Christ suffers, what do we see today? Twelve thousand missionaries of the cross on heathen grounds; eighty thousand ministers oi Jesus Christ in this land; at least tour hundred millions of Christiana on the earth. Failing hack, yat ad- There are not many "stickit ministers" now in the strict sense of the term. Nearly every lieentiate fills some office as assistant in a parish. A very few must remain for a time or perhaps permanently in the pathetic position of being dependent on casual employment as preachers when a Sunday service is required, receiving a fee, usually a guinea, for their trouble. Their lot is far from enviable, especially when under the faded black coat there is found a man of culture, but lacking the popular gift or the "push" and influence which may have carried bis college chums, whom he may have beaten in class work, into comfortable ebarce*—fJrmds Words. venge would come later- But you are a fool!" He called me a fool!' ejaculated Coralle. 'And I think I am, for I am really fond of this little Auguste, He is truly great when be gets Into a passion. Of course he adores me. So I said: "Pauvre cher enfant! You are foolish to take these little things so seriously. I will go anywhere with you if you ask me whep I have no engagement.", He had iiot mentioned M. Hanotaux, but I knew what the trouble was. And then,' cried Coralle dramatically, to what pleasant fete, what diversion do von soDDoee he tnrlted A Qneatlon of Rl|»». Rev. Dr. William Bliss of Pasadena, Cal.. is the head of a new school of political science, of which the chief features are direct legislation and the initiative and referendum. His leading toUowrers are college uien ai«\ pedagoguea*. One of them sf\id lately to a Los Angeles woman, "1 * do nfDl understand why Dr. Bliss' friends should be exclusively learned men, especially scientists, "Why. Tom Moore explained that long ago." was her quick answer. "They have turned frem the bliss of science to take np the science of Bliss."—San Francisco A rmmnnt PAIN 1 • n .OumMQtf C4(*1&LU t I "la camp is a commissariat officer who serves out tiro visions with a lib- j cralitY to which q«r eouinifssarlnt ofV father had watehed the Ufe Ijr pride Cade away. 4tt»enD old CatboOc ptety, dignified