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Eternal Joy. What They Had in Common, “I was a good deal disappointed at ûot finding 'anybody there to meet me,” said Mrs. Wilkins, on her return to her home in Vermont, ‘‘for I had expected my son-in-law John, at least, and I thought maybe Melinda would come with him; but there was some delay in getting ,my letter, and John was away, and Melinda couldn't come. “She sent a little note, telling me I needn’t be at all timid about com ing with the driver she had sent. And who do you think the driver was? Well, he was a real Indian! His name was Standing Bear. He didn’t wear any warpaint and feathers, but he couldn’t talk ten words of English. And to think of me, of all women on earth, riding twenty-eight miles with a man and not talking! “Well, we did talk, and I don’t real ly know how we did it, either; but I remember part of it, and I will say I’d rather ride with a man who can’t talk but feels sociable than with one who talks so much he don’t give any body else a chance. “I think It was about the children we began. I asked him, somehow or other, if he had any children, and he understood me after I had asked the question two or three different ways, and he said ‘Long boy,’ and he opened and shut his hands three times, like this. “I understood him. And I told him I, too, had a ‘long boy’ fifteen years old, the same as he had; and then he told me about the other children, and I told him about mine, and he knew John and Melinda and the grandchil dren, of course. “Well, I knew from Melinda’s let ters about the mission over on the reservation beyond their farm, and I knew this man was a Christian, from the way he acted, and I knew Melinda wouldn’t have sent any one after me that wasn’t a good man. “After we had talked over all the things that we could talk about in the eight or nine words he knew of Eng lish, and the signs we could make, I asked about the mission. “I couldn’t understand much , that he told me, only I could understand that the love of God was Very precious to him, and that made me feel more than ever that even if we couldn’t talk much, we had a good deal in common. For when a man has a ‘long boy’ fifteen years old and loves him, and loves God 'besides, I don’t feel like a stranger with such a person. “Well, I finally made out to ask him if he could sing, and he smiled and pulled out of his pocket a hynm book. I couldn’t read a. word of it, but the tunes were In English, if the words weren’t, and I began to sing in English, ‘Gome, Thou Fount of Every Blessing.’ “Well, he sang it, too, in his own language, and if his voice wasn’t very musical, at least we understood each other. We sang ‘A Charge to Keep I Have,’ and oh, ever so many others. We had a real concert. We didn’t sing every minute, of course; but I kept looking through the book, and when I found a hymn I knew and felt like singing, I’d just start in, and he’d join in. “I wasn’t sorry when the journey ended, for of course I was pretty tired from the cars and twenty-eight miles is a long ride. I was 'glad to see the house ahead, and Melinda wad ting for me at the gate. She told me how sorry she was that they hadn’t been able to meet me themselves, and how good a man it was she’d sent to meet me; but she didn’t need to tell me much about him, for I’d become well ac quainted with him. “When I told her how much I’d been able to talk with him she laughed. And she said, ‘Well, mother, you’d get acquainted with the Sphinx if you had to ride with her.’ “I told her I didn’t know how I’d get on making friends with the Sphinx, but I’d got well acquainted with Mr. Standing Bear, and found we had much in common.”—Youth’s Companion. Veteran Hymn Writer«. LiVing'quietly in retirement at his home at Osterdock^ Iowa, is Eden Reeder Latta, who is the author of that well known gospel hymn entitled “Whiter Than Snow.” Mr. Latta has composed between 1,600 and 1,700 hymns and has revised hundreds more. He was born in Noble County, Indiana, In 1839, and his first poem was pub lished when he was a lad. “Whiter Than Snow,” his master piece, has been published and trans lated in several languages for the use of »missionaries in foreign lands and is still popular and to be found in many hymnals. Another popular song, “Wandering Away,” was written by Mr. Latta several years ago for the great Baptist evangelist, Dr. Penn of St. Louis. At Mount Vernon, Iowa, resides Rev. Louis Hartsough, who wrote “I Hear Thy Welcome Voice,” another popular gospel hymn which has done much good and has been used with great effect at various revival meetings since It was written at Epworth during a re vival meeting in the early eighties. Dr. Hartsough is now past 80, yet is an active religious worker, and each Sunday has a class of forty men. Dur ing the war he was stationed in the They rest not day and night, say ing, Holy, holy, holy. Lord God Al mighty, which was, and is, and is to come. Rev. iv. 8. ‘ • O blessed rest! When we rest not day and night, saying, “Holy, holy, holy, Lord God Almighty”—when we shall rest from sin, but not from wor ship; from suffering and sorrow, but not from joy! O blessed day, when I shall rest with God, when I shall rest in knowing, loving, rejoicing, and praising; when my perfect soul and body shall together perfectly enjoy the. most perfect God; when God, who is love itself, shall perfectly love me, and rest-in my love to Him; when He shall rejoice over me with joy, and joy over me with singing, and I shall re joice in Him!—Richard Baxter. The Christian’’« Happiness. Christianity is the happiest of all re ligions, but it digs deep to find the source and spring of its joy. It gives us satisfaction,. but it is the satisfac tion which arises from victory over, and repression of, our baser nature, our human weaknesses and cowardice. It is happiness, but happiness won by struggle and repression. The true follower of Christ must never forget this. “Then said Jesus to His dis ciples: ‘If any man will come after Me let him deny himself and take up his cross and follow Me.’ ” Then He, adds something further and deeper: “For whosoever will save his life shall lose it, and whosoever will lose his life for My sake shall find it.”—Dean Butcher. The Fullness of His Grace. It is no ordinary proof that will sat isfy God as to the love of our hearts. He Himself did not rest satisfied with giving an ordinary proof. He gave His Son, and we should aim at giving very striking prbofs of our love to Him who so loved us, even when we were dead in trespasses of sins. The sufficiency of His grace gives us ample ground for genuine gratitude. No condition of life is too hard for its generous help. No task is too great, no sin is too strong, no trial is too severe, for the one who literally and lovingly leans upon God’s grace. For Blessing:« Received. “At evening ♦ ♦ * ♦ will I pray.” Ps. Iv. 17. Close the day with thanksgiving and prayer. Review all the blessings of the day and thank God in detail for them. Nothing goes further to in crease faith in God and His Word than a calm review at the close of each day of what God has done for you that day. Nothing goes further towards bringing new and larger blessings from God than intelligent thanksgiv ing for blessings already granted.—» Rev. R. A. Torrey, D. D. A Prayer. Forgive us who live by Thy bounty, That often our lives are so bare Of the garland of praise that should render All votive and fragrant each prayer, Dear Lord, in the sharpness of trou ble, We cry from the depths of the throne! In the long days of gladness and beauty Take Thou the glad hearts as Thine own. ONE OYSTER ENOUGH. BUSY AT OVERAMMERGAU. talking about “Floral Decorations” and immediately ask/sd Rob what it meant. “Why don’t you know even that!” exclaimed Rob scornfully. “Why, floral decorations are rugs or carpet or mat- i ting, or anything else you use to decorate the floor!” east and had much to do with the chaplain service in the army.—Minne apolis Journal. Already Preparing for the Presenta tion of the Passion Play. Ball on Horseback. Weeds and Flowers. The big dahlias in mother’s garden were withered by the frost, even the little red asters were dull and wilted, and Philip and Doris Grant looked about anxiously, for it was father’s birthday, and they had thought out a nice surprise for him. They wanted to put a border of flowers all round the dinner table, so that when he came in he would ask; “Who did that?” And then mother would say, “The children.” Back of the garden was a field which sloped down to the brook, an/ the children walked slowly across the field. They had nearly reached the brook when Doris called out, “Look! Look, Philip!” and pointed* toward a bunch of fine yellow blossoms. “Those are weeds!” said Philip. “Just yellow weeds. They grow every where, by the road and all along the brook.” “But they are as fipe as the garden blossoms,” said the "little girl. “Prob ably they don’t want to- be weeds. P’r’aps it’s just like some children who don’t have anybody to love them, and have to grow up where they can. You know Aunt Sue told us about children that didn’t have homes; and I guess weeds are just blossoms that don’t have gardens.” “They’re pretty,” agreed Philip. And then they began picking the yellow blossoms. That night, when Mr. Grant came in to dinner, he looked at the table with the lovely sprays of yellow blossoms all about it. “Well, well,” said father, “I’m glad you selected goldenrod. I think it ought to be our national flower.” “What is a national flower?” asked Philip. “It is a flower selected by the people of a country as their floral emblem,” explained Mr. Grant, “just as each nation has a flag of its own.” Doris’ face was full of delight. “I told you weeds were just as good If their blossoms were lovely,” said Doris.'— Y outh’s Companion. Another Kind of Address. » A man named Brown was invited to speak at a townmeeting, and when be seated himself on the platform and looked over the program he discovered that his name was the last one. Con sidering himself somewhat of an im portant personage, this fact made Mr. JSrown exceedingly angry, and during the entire meeting he sat and thought over the Insult. The speakers during the evening were unusually stupid and by the time Mr. Brown’s turn came the audience was paying scant attention. The master of ceremonies finally stood up to introduce the last speaker, saying as he did so, “Ladies and gen tlemen, my esteemed friend, Mr. Brown, will now favor us with his address.” “Certainly,” said Mr. Brown, spring ing to his feet, his face purple with indignation. “My address is Clare mont street, Seattle, Washington. Now, good-night, I’m going home!” See-Saw. He Swallowed It Alive and Had to Kill It After It Was Down. A farm laborer from the Interior on his first visit to London dropped into a small oyster shop where a number of men were eating raw dysters. The ex treme satisfaction displayed on the faces of those about him created long ings of a gustatory nature in the new arrival, who edged his way up to the counter in anticipation of eating a See-saw, see-saw; away up in the air!- real live, juicy oyster. See-saw, see-saw; going everywhere. It was the first time he had seen See-saw, see-saw; visiting the moon; an oyster, and he became at once in See-saw, see-saw; coming back so terested, and when the shellfish had soon! been finally uncased he proceeded to See-saw, see-saw; Mary, Tom and Joe; balance it on the end of his fork, then, with a gulp of extreme satisfac See-saw, see-saw; to the clouds do go. See-saw, see-saw; hear their gladsome tion, gulped it down. song “Great Scott!” shouted a min stand A.s they see-saw, see-saw all day long. ing near him. “You haven’t swallowed Teddy, Terry and Tommy. the oyster alive, have you?” TEDDY. There was a horrible pause. “That critter will eat right through When I grow up I think I’ll be A soldier, strong and brave; you!” shouted another. By this time the poor countryman With all my might I’ll fight for right, be a slave. was shaking with fear and horror. He That none may TERRY. commenced to have terrible pains in When I grow up I think I’ll be his ¡abdomen and was soon double^ A sailor bold and true; up in his agony. He begged some one I’ll learn the sea from A to Z, to go for a doctor to get the thing out. And own a ship and crew. TOMMY. He continued to grow worse, when some one suggested that he take a When I grow up I think I’ll be— dose of tabasco sauce, which it was Oh, dear, I’ve made no plan! claimed would kill the object that was Well, anyway; I guess I’ll say creating such terrible commotion in I’ll simply be a man. —Chicago News. his internal arrangement. An Alphabet Story. ' He grasped the bottle with avidity and took a draft. His condition, which Each person must write a story in before had been alarming to the vic twenty-six words, every word to be tim, now assumed a serious -phase to gin with a different letter of the alpha bet in its natural order. For instance: the perpetrators of the hoax. The man gasped and choked. He A brilliant creature discoursed every became black in the face, and tears Friday, giving her interpretations were running down his face, when jocosely. Kindly lawyer, Mr. Norton, some one thrust a bottle of oil into objected, professing quitq rudely some his mouth, and he was forced to drink trumpery unbeliefs, varied with (e)xalted yells—Zounds! copious drafts. The effect was magical. The oyster This may be varied by using the was evidently “dead.” He became more letters backward, from Z to A. For composed, and when he finally recov the best (or least bad story) some humorous trifle can be presented. ered his breath he said: “We killed it. But when that darn Floral Decorations. ed stuff got into my stomach that oys Jennie is only five, and her brother ter rushed around as if a shark was | Rob is six; so, of course, she asks all after it.”—London Scraps. Borts of questions, and he always an * A writer of epitaphs should be con swers them. I The other day she heard some one versant with the dead languages. For this game half the players must be mounted on' the backs of the other half. Catch-ball is then played in the ordinary way, the riders doing the throwing and catching whilst the steeds do their best to help them by running to where the ball seems like ly to fall. The stronger boys should be the horses and take the smaller ones for riders. WAGNER TO HIS FIRST WIFE. Letters of. Great Musician Throw Litfht on Hi« Unhappy Life. The musical world, says the book re viewer of the London Morning Post, is once more indebted to Ashton Ellis for contributions to the Wagner lit-, erature. The subject of his latest vol ume is the letters written by Richard Wagner to his first wife Minna, the name by which he called the actress Christine Wilhelmine Planer, to whom he was married at the age of 23 at Magdeburg in 1836. Minna Wagner died in 1866, after she had been sep arated from her husband for about four years. It is a question whether she was ever united to him in that bond of sympathy and interest which should exist between husband and wife. The whole story is extremely sad and painful. When promoted from the post of chorusmaster at Wurzburg to that of conductor at Magdeburg In 1834 Wagner met Minna Planer, who was engaged at the theater as an ac tress for juvenile parts. She was in reality his senior by three'and a half years, although she claimed to be of the same age. The marriage itself was inauspicious, for it took placa while Wagner was out of an engage ment. The wife very soon began to exercise an influence over her hus band. Had she been. a woman of in tellect and education, or possibly of insight and sympathy^ matters might have been different, but she was, Mr. Ellis tells us, the daughter of a me chanic and brought up in a degree of ignorance that did not permit of her acquiring a knowledge of how to write until she had reached maturity. The letters, of which there are 269 in the two volumes, unfold a very unhappy story of willful misunder standing’and wild imaginings on the part of Wagner’s unsympathetic wife. In fact, save for the light they throw on the character of a great man, they would be but the reopening of a chap ter of extreme sadness. They show an unflagging spirit of consideration and forgiveness on the part of Wagner —perhaps tob much consideration and forgiveness for the shortcomings of a nature like that of Minna Wagner. Apart from the fact that the letters are addressed to his wife they contain »much detail hitherto lacking with re gard to the early days, and herein we must consider that their value lies. As a record of the relations between husband and wife, the one with his way to make along a difficult path of his own creating, and the other deter mined beforehand to oppose him at every step, it is all almost too painful. The student of physiognomy will, how ever, find an explanation of Minna’s nature in the portrait given in the sec ond volume, and will be able to judge from the portrait of Wagner himself which prefaces the first volume how unlikely it was that there could ever be perfect accord between the two na tures. A Native Product. Sometimes the thought that is most labored for proves most elusive. Many persons whe believe that they can say what they mean are surprised by this discovery in trying to compose a con cise, effective letter, or advertisement, or after-dinner speech, or even a tele gram. The commonplace inscriptions which may often be read on medals, and public monuments and tomb stones, were no doubt chosen after much thought, and in despair of the inspiration that failed to come. The inhabitants of a French village built a bridge. It was a fine structure, and ought to be decorated with a suit able inscription. The brightest minds of the village grappled with the prob lem, but nothing quite expressed the pride and satisfaction of the towns people. The tablet that was finally put up read, “This bridge was made here.” Appreciation. The Lady Fare—You cannot cheat me, my man. I haven’t ridden in cabs for twenty-five years for nothing. The Cabby—Haven’t you, mum? Well, you’ve done your best.—New Zealand Free Lance. Did Not ho Regard Himself. “You’re always kicking about the high price of things. I suppose you are one of the ultimate consumers we hear so much about.” “No, sir, I’m one of the ultimate cough-uppers!” Eggs-actly. Fuddy—I see there’s a paper called “The Red Hen.” Duddy—Started by some Nestor of journalism, I suppose.—Boston Tran script. A Sad Tale. Once a young fellow named T8 Asked K8 if she’d be his m3. ‘Tm’ sorry to sta8 rm married,” said K8, And such was the young fellow’s f8 —London Tit-Bits. 1760—Henry Ellis, the retiring gover nor of Georgia, took his departure for England. 1772—First town meeting held in Bos ton. 1774—Declaration of Rights by the American Congress. 1785—Last session of the old Continen tal Congress opened in New York. 1791—Thomas Johnson of Maryland ap pointed an associate justice of the United States Supreme Court. 1803—President Jefferson notified Con gress of the war with Morocco. 1811—An encounter with the Indians took place near Terre Haute, Ind. 1815—Ionian islands placed under the protection of Great Britain. 1832—A convention at Columbia, S. C., passed resolutions to nullify the tariff acts of Congress. 1842—Marriage of Abraham Lincoln and Mary Todd at Springfield, Ill. 1852—Franklin Pierce elected President of the United States. 1854— Russians attacked the British at Inkerman. 1855— First railroad wreck in Missouri occurred on the Missouri Pacific at the Gasconade River. 1860— Abraham Lincoln elected Presi dent of the United States. 1861— The Confederate schooner “Ber muda” ran the blockade at Savan nah.... Gen. McClellan succeeded Gen. Scott as commander of the United States army. 1862— Gen. Burnside succeeded Gen. McClellan in command of the army of the Potomac. 1863— The Federáis took possession of Brazos Santiago, at the mouth of the Rio Grande. 1864— Horace Hefferod, a witness in the treason trials at Indianapolis, ex posed the workings of the Order of American Knights. 1867;—First women’s suffrage society formed in England. 1868—A bequest for a public library was left to Chicago, by Walter L. Newberry... .Gen. U. S. Grant elected President of the United States; 1874—Massachusetts elected a Demo cratic Governor for the first time in twenty years. 1877—Dennis Kearney, the San Fran cisco agitator, arrested and' con fined in Jail. 1880—Sarah Bernhardt made her American _ debut at Booth’s Thea ter, New York. 1885— Canadian Pacific Railroad opened between Montreal and Winnipeg.. 1886— Cyrus G. Luce elected Governor of Michigan. 1888— Gen. Benjamin Harrison of In diana elected President of the Uni ted States; 1889— North and South Dakota admit ted to the Union... .Montana de clared a State of the Union by the President’s proclamation. 1895—Forty lives lost in the wreck of the Detroit Journal building, caused by the explosion of a boil- v er... .Theodore Durant convicted in San Francisco of the murder of Blanche Lamont. 1898— Church of the Redeemer in Jeru salem dedicated by the German Emperor... .Theodore Roosevelt elected Governor of New York. 1899— Memorial to Miss Winnie Davis unveiled at Richmond, Va. 1901—The South Carolina and West Indian Exposition opened at • Charleston. 1903— New Irish land act went into ef fect. 1904— Liberals victorious in the Cana dian elections. 1905— British fleet in 1 command of Prince Louis of Battenberg arrived at Annapolis, Md. 1908—Gen. Antoine Simon assumed the provisional presidency of Hayti.... Charles W. Morse of New York found guilty of fraudulent banking practices ;... President Eliot, of Harvard University, resigned.... William H. Taft of Ohio elected President of the United States. Features of Pure Food. Congress. Dr. Edward P. Shaffter, of the Uni Department, the American representative to the Pure Food Congress, which has closed at Paris, said, upon his return, that the Congress had done great work in arousing world interest in the subject, in spite of most active lobbying on the part of private interests. The work done was of a technical nature, much time having been spent upon de fining what pure food is. Dr. Shaffter says that this country leads in the fight for pure food, and that foreign experts were loath to believe that we spend $3,000,000 yearly on government inspection of foods. ted States Agricultural Pole Not a Fixed Point. M. Flamarion the French scientist, now comes to the front with the an nouncement that the “poles” of the earth are 'not fixed points, but con stantly vary, oscillating from year to year, from month to month, around an average position at which in reality the pole is never exactly to be found. He publishes an elaborate chart or dia gram to illustrate the manner in which the earth is said to wobble and show ing that not only the poles are shifting, but that latitudes are constantly vary ing oyer the whole earth. Oberammergau is t already busy with- preparations for the performance of the passion play, which will take- place, next year, a London letter to t'he New York Sun says. Thirty dates have been fixed between May 16 and Sept. 25, of which nineteen are Sundays. Extra performances are' sometimes giv en on Mondays, when there are more people in the village on the preceding: Sundays than can find places in the theater. The great problem of the passion play committee is to prevent the per formances from degenerating into- commercialism. The play commemor ate^ the departure of the plague from the village in 1633 And the devoutness, of the actors is no less now it has ever been; but already this au tumn agents have canvassed uue -en tire village to buy up sleeping accom modations for next summer and prices- have been offered for single rooms which have almost turned the heads- of the peasants. No one can witness the passion play who has not spent ’the previous night in the village itself. Every house is- registered as possessing a certain amount of sleeping accommodations», and the total number of beds in the* village is approximately thé number of seats in the theater—4,200. One- third of the beds in each house must, be placed at the disposal of the local oflicial lodging bureau. The House holders may make their own terms for ;he other beds, with a maximum i harge ¡rigidly fixed by the committee. TJiree great tourist offices of Lon don, Berlin and Munich have secured, a certain number of beds for thq night before each performance. Many of the villagers are reserving accommo dations for visitors of 1900 to whom they are pledged and whom they re gard as friends. The burgomaster, Herr Bauer, has. promised all his available beds to an English woman, who has taken a villa at Garmisch, twelve miles away, and will convey her guests’ to the village; in a motor car. She has already re ceived 200 applications for the accom modation. The large firms of tourist agents have already about 3,000 applications, and the local bureau is receiving scores daily. Offers of $6 and $7 a night for convertible sitting rooms, which .the villagers would gladly let in ordinary seasons for 25 cents a day, are being made by agents, but such spéculât iv® offers have no chance of acceptance. Anton Lang, who will be the Chris- tus, as in 1900, is now 35. Since the last performance he has married a pretty young woman and they have three children. He is still a working potter, and his little shop is con stantly invaded by visitors. He played Christus in 1905 in a special play on the history of David, and his. wife complains that he,often spent five. Hours a day signing photographs. All profits from the sale of seats will be administered by the committee for- the benefit of the village as usual. The actors are only nominally compensat ed. For them it is a labor of love and devotion. It is expected that about 200,000 per sons will go to the play next year, in eluding fully 40,000 English and An«er- icans. Why Are'the Old Poor? “Is it not the old man’s fault that he is poor?” you ask. Often it is. The aged man and women who drag out their Weary lives in a hopeless effort to hold on are often the- victims of their own sins, says Walter Weyl, in Success Magazine. A man may drink to excess for forty years, and wonder- that at 60 he is not an established and respected citizen. The old man who waits at midnight in the bread line for crust and coffee, may be a wretched record of an ill-spent life. And yet he may not be. He may bo more sinned against than sinning; ho may be turned out into the storm, as. was King Lear, by his ungrateful children, or by the ungrateful chil dren of his neighbors. The tottering,, decrepit, dissolute old man may be the senile child of the boy who worked at 8, of the young fellow who was cast into jail for a trivial offense. It is not true to-day that the right eous in their old age never beg bread. The chances of life are many, and a. man may work and save, and yet in the last hour be penniless and friend less. The honored bank may break» the trusted friend defraud; even the> insurance company may fail to insure*. And there are men, honest and intel ligent men, and great men and geni uses, too, who cannot keep their heads- above water, and who are driven by their very humanity into a penniless old age. Power witliSafety, ‘T think,” said the ambitious man, “that I would like to be a king of finance.” * “Don’t think of it,” said the great European money lender. “Think of the dangers that beset a throne. What ! you should say is that you would like to be a financier of kingdoms.”—Wash ington Star. Theory and Practice. Geraldine—A rose by any other name would smell as sweet. Gerald— I have never been able to make you believe it when I brought you flowers. —New York Press; After a woman makes up her mind it doesn’t take her long to make up her face. It’s so much easier to gossip about people than to pray for them.