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.HELEN LAKEMAN; on, The Story of a Young Girl's Strug gle With Adversity. ( , BT JOIIK' H. MUSICS, Airrnon or "Tub Hanker of Hedi-oiid," " Walteh IJuow.sriELD." Etc. Copyright, 1SS6, by A. X. Kellogg Xtstpaper Ct.) CnAfTEH I. WAllKEN STUAItT'S HETUIIN. X old -fashioned cozy farm- house stood at tho road side, upon a hill, surrounded by ma jestic oaks and elms. There was nothing about this particular f a r m liouso to distin guish it from oth- the PEUDi.nit. ors, save that it perhaps po.-sosed more of an air qf quiet neatness than any other in the Sandy Fork neighborhood. The house T as one of those odd specimens of frontier architecture, fast fading from the landscape, before tho sweep ing strides of a better civilization. Not. however, that it was mean in any particular. Thirty years ago it was a palace compared to the other rude loV huts in the vicinity. It was built of hewn logs, and made what is called double. It was weather-boarded with out and plastered within, giving it an nil of neatness as well as comfort. The front yard was covered with a sweet, tender coating of ' early spring blue grass, and the oaks and elms had begun to assume their summer garb. The front gate was closed and standing by it, leaning over aud looking down the Newton road, was a woman. She was beautiful, possessing real charms. She was not young, not one of those radiant beauties who dazzle the eyes of silly Hociety swells, but possessed of a sweet, lvatronly, home-like face, the beauty only found in mothers. Perhaps a passer-by or casual ol ervor would have discovered nothing attractive, much less beautiful, in that commonplace woman standing by tho gate gazing down the "big road" with eagerness in her face. But had he paused ho would havo seen that, plain as those features were, they were very regular; that, although sho had lines of oare, they were almost obliterated by lines of pride; that her brown oyes, too dark to bo blue, and too light to bo black, were filled with tho eager joy of ti mother expecting tho return of a child. Mrs. Stuart was nearly forty years of nge, and, had it not been for her matronly appearance, might have passed for several years younger. On this mild May evening she "stands by the gate with all a mother's fondness and pride, awaiting tho return of her oldest, son from college. Ho has grad uated and is expected on the evening train at Newton, whither his younger brother has gone to meet, him with the 'spring wagon." His father had gone a week before to the city where Warren was attending the medical college to hear his sou's graduating oration. Mr. Stuart was tho model farmer of the Sandy Fork neighborhood. lie was not tho wealthiest nor tho most aristocratic, perhaps, but then he was what is called well-to-do in the world, very quiet aud pleasant, having but few enemies and many warm friends. Perhaps ho was not as wealthy or influ ential as either Taylor, Evans or Arnold, whose farms were near or adjoining his, but his word went as far as either, and he never gave his note. As Newton was west of the Stuart farm, the rays of the setting sun fell on tho woman's face, and she was com pelled to shado her oyes with her clean white apron. "Oh, mother, arc you looking for them already ?" asked a bright, cheery voico from tho house, and the next inomont there came bounding down the gravel walk a beautiful girl about fifteen years of age, with large dark eyes and hair. She pushed tho gate open and took a look down tho road, shading her eyes with her hands. " Is it time, mother ?" she asked, for her mother had been too busy with her thoughts and watching to answer hor first question. " Yes, dear, it is almost time," tho TOother answered, her very tones denot ing kindness. "llow long havo you been here, mother?" "Not long." "Oh, mother, I know you would bo watching for Warren long before ho came. Do you suppose ho has grown much ? " "No, not since wo saw him." "Ho has boon gono so long; oh so long." "Yes, he's been gono all winter." "And now he'll bo a doctor, won't ho?" "Ye3, I hopo so," tho mother answered, as if sho knew that every diploma does not mako tho man whoso namo is written therein a doctor. " Oh, I want to see brother Warren so bad," said tho anxious sister, swing ing upon tho gate and humming a tune. " Tho youngest brother, who had remained at home to plow in tho fields, now came by riding one plow horso and lending the other, and asked -"if it was not time for them to come?" "Almost, William," said tho mother; go and put your horses away and feed them ; by that time they will bo here, I expect," William, who was only thirteen years of age, was rather young for a plow boy, but he was largo and able to "man ago a team" almost as well as Clar caco, who was four years older. 'MP? "Don't yoii lfear the wagon, Hose ? " Mrs. Stuart asked. "Where?" queried tho dark-eyed girl, breaking otV the air she was hum ming and ceasing to swing on tho creaky gate. "Down at the bridge." The mother had evidentlyasked Rose the question to draw her attention and stop the noie sho was making. "Yes, I do; they are crossing the bridge now," cried Rose, letting go thf. gate and ready to lly down the road tc meet her father and long - absent brother. "No, no. don't," said her mother, "it may be some stranger crossing the bridge, and you will feel somewhat em barrassed to be running to meet him." "O, I'd just pretend the pet lamb had got away, or the calf was out of the lot, and I had been sent after it," said Rose, with a merry laugh. Mrs. Stuart smiled as sho gazed into the happy face of her daughter. Hut j the attention of both were fixed upon the road. The sun had now kindly dipped behind the tree-tops, so there j was no need to sliadc tiieir eves ' longer, though the light was yet brill iant and glorious. There was no sound after the wagon had crossed the bridge, anil mother and daughter knew it was crossing the sandy strip at tho foot of tho hill. Soon the light rattle of a wagon could he heard. There is something in the chucking of a wagon by which we can almost recognize ono from another. Mrs. Stuart felt sure this was her husband's vehicle, you for fear sho might be mistaken, she d.tred not say so. To have expressed even a linn belief would have sent Rose bounding toward it. Rut now it. comes up the hill around the bead in tl road, aud there is no mistaking the tall gray and roan, as well as the large fine figure of father and husband in the back seat. And there too, at his side, is the Li-other and sou, with Clarence before, driving up the hill atasweepingtrot. Rose uttered a scream of "there they come!" and was half way down the hill before her mother could utter a word. Sho met tho wagon down the hill much to tho annoyance of Clarence, and springing in kissed her father and long-absent brother, and then sat. down between them, like tho child she was, to ride to the house. " THEIiE TIIEV COME!" Warren sprang from the wagon and was clasped in tho anus of his proud mother. "Oh, Warren, how you have grown; but. you are only taller," said Mrs. Stuart. "You look real pale. I fear, my son, you havo studied too hard this winter. Did you get through all right?" "Yes, mother," said tho young M. D., with a smile, "I am through with college now, though 1113 preceptors say I am just, prepared for study. "0 dear! I thought when any ono went through college Ihoj never had to 1 study any more," said the giddy Rose, j " I thought they got it all at once." i Warren laughed at his sister, and ' told her she would learn better when I sho was older. He then offered to help 1 his brother Clarence carry tho trunk to tho house, but the young farmer said I that doctors wero not lit persons to handle luggage, and, throwing the heavy trunk upon his own broad shoul der, he walked in tho house with it. Tho return of a youth to his home after a long absence is always pleasant. There was so much to talk about on this evening that Warren was kept busy. The college, the graduating speech ho had delivered, which Rose wanted him to repeat for the "edifica tion of tho crowd," his classmates, boarding house, city and even journey 1 home had to be thoroughly discussed, j Then with supper came Pete, tho ped-, dlcr, who, in traveling around the Sandy Fork neighborhood, always made it convenient to stop over night with 1 farmer Stuart. Pete was an old and intimato friend of the family, and Mrs. Stuart purchased many ribbons, laces, j handkerchiefs, and also table linen, 1 from his pack. j Pete unfitting his wares and merehan- j diso at tho door with as much freedom and familiarity as if he were a member of tho household. Ho greeted War ren's return in a hearty manner, de claring, In his laconic way: "I'll bo doggoned, boy, if you don't begin to look like a doctor, sure enough. All ye lack is some beard on jer face. Noxt timo I git the rheumat ics I'll furnish you a first-class pa tient." Warren was tho center of attraction at supper, and all tho evening, but his mother, seeing how tired ho was, in duced him to retire early. cnAPTKit ir. TItr. IJTTI.K CHlI'l'I.B. Warren Stuart aroso early the next morning, and, as ho had not been en abled the night beforo to pay tho dumb animals of tho placo a visit, ho con cluded ho would do so beforo breakfast. The sun was up shining brightly, and Clarenco and Will wero feeding the horses and getting readj for tho day's work. There wero many familiar creatures for him to seo. Rally and Bess had to be patted, caressed and made to know that their former master I .'I I HH-Wll "I I frill I m iy 1 had come home. Then ho paid a visit to the goats and sheep in tho pasture. Some seemed to recognize him, and ran bleating toward the outstretched hand that so oft had fed thorn. When he came to gaze about on tho beautiful landscape, the fields and pastures of his dear old home, ho was almost sorry that he had that diploma with the de gree of M. I). "I could live happier here as a farmer-boy than anywhere else on earth," ho sighed. Rut ho remombered that he. could not always be a boy, and all the boys could not be farmers. Rlessed, indeed, is the lot of the boy who is a farmer, untrammeled by ambition, holding sweet communion with nature tho year 'round wo can but envy tho farmer. Thus, he toils, but when night comes he sleeps without harrassing cares or annoyances of the morrow. No troubled brain and vexatious suits, fall in price of goods, tottering banks or dangerous patients disturb hi sleep. And while ho sleeps the corn and cattle grow in value. All these reflections came to the mind of the young M. 1). as he gazed about over tho old homestead. At last he turned about to enter the lvousc. He had wandered around to the rear of the farm-house, and was eeuning up to the kitchen when he discovered some one sitting on the back porch who attracted his attention. It was only a little boy. not over six or under four years of age to judge by his face, though nis body was dwarfed and his little form misshapen. He was a little hunch 'iack, with a sweet patient face, which bore evidence of suffering, and yet the largo blue eyes were clear and bright. He sat in his little rocking chair enjoy ing the warm sunlight which streamed in upon the latticed portico. "Where did the child come from ?" he asked aloud, though heviilentlydid not expect an answer, for he was too far away from the child for it to hear, and he saw no ono else. Some one else 3aw him, however. Peddler Pete was an early riser, and on this morning, as was his usual custom when at farmer Stuart's, ho lit. his pipe and took a stroll " about the placo" before break fast. "Yo never saw that littlo feller beforo?" he nsked, stepping from behind a cherry bush witliln three or four feet of Warren, ami nodding to ward the little cripple. "No, I never saw him, nor heard of him before." "He's well known all over Sandy Fork," and Peto pressed his linger in his pipe bowl. "That may be true, Peto, and he still bo a stranger to me. Yon know I have not been about Sandy Fork very much for the bust five years. Three years in college and then two in tho medical school have taken considerable from my life." " That's so, why doggo 11 it, I'd forgot that," said Pete, pulling away at his pipe. "That is an interesting child." Pete shook his head sadly and said : "Ys, he's a good child and will never be at homo any plnco save in Heaven. He's just one o' them good little boys tho Sunday-school books tell us about who 'aller's die; he's got to dip, -and then I guess some one will writo a book about him." "Who is he, and why is he hero ?" "Didn't yo ever he.ir of Mr. Lake man, Renjamin I believe, who lived down on Sandy Fork creek on the old Plumber place ?" "1 think I heard of tho name a year or so ago when I was home during vacation." "Well, that's his child." " Where is Mr. Lakeman ? " "O him ? he's dead." "And tho boy's mothor?" "She's dead, too, died fust,", said Pete, sadly, refilling his pipe. "And tho child is heir to the Plumber farm ? Well, it's very valuable, and ho has ample support." "Not much," said Pete, striking a match and applying it to his pipe. "Why not?" "Tho little fellow was euchred onto' it some way. Ho hasn't notion' but 11 hundred and sixty acres o' brush and hills not worth ten o-nts an aero." "Then father keeps him ns a matter of charity?" "No, boy, yer wrong agin I should have said doctor, bnt I forgot," and Peto laughed. Rut Warren was too much interested in the littlo cripple be fore him to heed tho littlo joke of his friend, the peddler. i"You s;y my father docs not keep him?" ho asked. "No, yer father does keep him; but not as a matter of charity," said Pete. "Ho has other means then?" "Not a dollar." "Why, Pete, what do you meanP" Warren askwl, in astonishment, "you talk in riddles; pleaso explain your self." "Haw, haw, haw, I likotosco ye puz zled, boy no, doc, I mean but I'll not keep you on the ragged edge o' sus penso any longer. That boy Is sup ported by his sister." t"His sister?" 5-"Yes, Helen Lakoman. There wero only two o' them when the old folks died. I didn't know much about the family cos' I'd never sold 'em numb goods, they bcln' out o' my rogular range, ye know. Rut when Lakeman died it scorns overy body, even his own gal, thought he was well-to-do in tho world, hut some debt come agin his estato and took OTery thing oxcept that brush and hill land, too poor to sprout beans. Wa'll, there wero the gal, thon fourteen, for it was two years ago, and hor crippled brother only four. Sho had some cdgccatlon an' tried to keep school, but couldn't pass muster, some uruv tlwji sho hired out: she's been hero I believo for the laac six or seven ' months." The story was a simple one, and told with but very littlo feeling on the part of Pete. It was simply tho struggle of a young girl trying to do her duty. Warren received it as Pitch. He saw nothing especially grand in it then. There was nothing noble In a girl hiring out to earn a livelihood for herself, or herself and invalid brother, much less any thing romantic. What romance could there bo in iv girl hiring out. It was too common, anil a romance to bo a romance in the world's eyes must be very unnatural, very uncommon. "He's a nice little boy," said Pete, after n few moments' silence, still look ing at the child. "Though he's awfully crippled and can't walk without bavin' his hands on his knees: he's just as pa tient as kin be, an' Helen she's mighty good to him. She never scolds him an' alters looks to his comfort, though she be tired out. I sometimes think death to that child will bo a blessin'." Pete's tones wero sad. This no madic man, with all his bad grammar and pronunciation, was something of a philosopher. He had traveled consid erably in his humble calling, and, hav ing a keen perception, picked up many truths not U- bo found in text booki In fact, he was an educated man. not from the standpoint of books, but from nature. "Why do you think the death of that child would be a blessing, Peto?" War ren asked. "Did ye never see a bird with a crip pled wing, and seo how tho poor little thing tried to lly and couldn't? Well, this child, good as he is, holds down that. gal. Every cent, sho makes goes to support herself an' tho child" The breakfast bell rang, and Pete did not. complete his sentence. That morning Warren noticed that the eyes of the hired gfvl, who was sacrificing herself for her crippled brother, were very large and blue, and her forehead was broad and high, and her features were regular. She was neat and tidy, and did not look at all like the sloven kitchen girls he had seen. Her hair was golden and neatly gathered in a net. There was a sweet sadness upon her face, which touched him not a lit tle, when he remembered that all hor earnings barely supported herself and her brother. chapter m. at cnimcii TIIK mooni.it walk. Warren Stuart regarded the girl as a commonplace mortal, and yet tiicrc was something a little more than com mon about her. Ho seldom saw her, save at mealtime, when she came in to wait upon the table. She know a serv ant's place, and kept it. She was mod est almost to shyness, and seldom spoke, never unless compelled to do so. Com monplaco as ho supposed her to be. he one day thought he discerned a poetic sadness in tho largo, dark blue eye, as she stood like one in a reverie. Tho kitchen work at Stuart's was no very small matter, and it required all her time and energy to accomplish her part. Sho was nearly always busy, and frequently when ho saw that sad worn face, aud tired littlo form, ho felt a sympathy for her. One evening after tho day's work was done, ho was passing tho kitchen where Helen would insist on staying, and heard her engaged in an animated conversation with hor brother. It was a simple conversation such as a child might understand about Heaven. Lit tle Amos was asking his sister If ho should bo relieved of his infirmities there, aud whether or not ho would see his mother and father. Tho answers of the girl were low and sweet, assuring tho littlo cripple that ho would stifl'erno pain there, and would mcot those who had gono before. Simplo and common place as tho conversation was, it had something about it which affected War ren. It was Warren's-Intention to remain at homo during tho summer, and early in tho fall seek n location to enter into tho practice of his profession. It was now tho busy season for farmers, and ho did not meet many of his former friends and acquaintances. Tho second Sunday after-his return was tho day for preaching in tho Sandy Fork school house. Tho Methodist had takon this in one of their circuits, and sent Rev. Allen Rla.e, a famous "gospol pounder" to preach there oneo a month. The school-house was about three fourths of a milo from Mr. Stuart's and down the creek known as Sandy Fork It wns well hidden in tho trees and tho road to it led through tho forest. Tho new prcachor was very popular and his audiences wero always large. No; unfrequoiitly tho school-house failed to hold them and many stood outside at tho door and windows. Peter Stair, tho peddler, had boon his rounds and "dropped in" at tho Stu art's the night beforo tho Sunday on which Mr. Rlazo was to preach. "You'd better go'n hear him," said Peter to Warren. " He's a regular stormer, I tell ye. Ho can make things blaze, too. His sermons are all wool, haud-mado and warranted not to fade. You can hear one on Sunday, and it'll keep a ringin' through yer ears all tho rest o' tho week just like one tune nt a dance. Resides, some times he fairly lifts a feller out o' his boots. Ho .raises yo so high yo can most git a blrtl's-eyo view o' tho Now Jerusalem." Warren consented to go, and tho next morning tho horses wero hitched to the wagon, himself, his father ami mother and sister got In and drove off to tho Bchool-houso. Tho other two boys wont on horseback, preferring a gallop through tho woods to tho ease and comfort of any wngon or carriage. "Why, holloa! Wnrron, how are you?" said Mr. Arnold, tho moment ho alighted from the wagon in front of tho school-house. Mr. Arnold dropped tho stick on which ho was whittling to take Warren's hand. Ho was a man a little over medium height, somewhat slender, with sandy hair and whiskers, which wero only on his chin, and cropped short, "I suppose you havo como back among us a full-tledged doctor?" ho went on to say. "I BUITOSK VOL' HAVE COME BACK A ri'I.I.-Fl.KlHlED nOOTOU?" "That remains to bo seen, Mr. Ar nold." said Warren. He was now surrounded by tho old men and young men of tho neighbor hood, each extending to him a kindly greeting. Warren was a sort of favorito in the neighborhood, and all were glad to seo hint back. Mrs. Arnold, and evAi her daughter. Miss Hallie. a sprightly littlo creature with a somewhat florid complexion and hair, and a face con siderably freckled, came to him and insisted so earnestly that, ho should go home with them for .dinner that ho could not refuse. Thero was to bo preaching at night .tint he. could go home with his parents then, so after tho sermon was over he got into Mr. Arnold's carriage and sat down by the side of Miss I Initio, whom he had known nince childhood. Miss llallio did her best in her shallow way to entertain him, but a conversation on beaux and dress has but littlo attraction for a young man whose chillies still havo tho college smell upon them. Tho sermon at night was far moro impressive to our hero than tho one in the morning. Mr. Rlaso (old Rlaze, blue Rlaze and many other blazes, as ho was called ) took his text from Matthew the XXV. and fortieth verse: "Aud the King shall answer and say unto them : Verily I say unto you : Inasmuch as ye have done it unto tho least of these. My brethren, yo havo done it unto Mo." His thenio was charity, nud overy word seemed like an arrow sent homo to Warren's heart. When ho alluded to "tho least of these," tho youth thought of poor little Amos, crippled and helpless, and there seemed to raise above the minister a mist, which took the shape of an angel, tho faeo of which was Helen's. Ho alluded to tho sacrifice mado by some noble women of tlio earth whose names wero now known not to fame, but inscribed in Heaven, and whose crown would bo brightest there. The sermon from beginning to end soetned inspired by the acts of he roio self-sacrifice of that girl. Mr. Rlazo did not know thero was such a person in existence, yet, to uso ono of Peddler Pete's characteristic expres sions, his cloth was cut for any meas ure. Why had ho not before noticed that this real heroine was wasting her lifo for her little brother, was tho thought that canio to Warren's mind; "I will soo my father and mother about it." When preaching was over Mr. Rlazo and his wifo consented to go homo with Mr. Stuart, and Peddler Peto being Chore, tho wagon was full without War ren. "Nover mind mo, father," ho said, "It's only a nieo walk and tho moon sliines brightly." Tho truth is, our young doctor preferred lo walk alone, that ho might tho hotter digest tho dis course ho had heard. Peto insisted on walking In his stead, but ho would not hear to it, and tho wagon rolled on with its hitman freight, leaving Warren a-foot and alono. He started briskly down tho wooded road, but had gono only a short distance when ho almost ran against somo one who was tripping lightly along before him. oorrivuo. William Ulysses Scott, a seventeen-year-old public-school boy of Now York, has developed the genius of a lightning-calculator. Young Scott can answer any question in mathematics almost as quickly as it is put to him, but ho doesn't seem to know how ho does It. Ills teachers havo racked tlioir, brains to find problems 00 hard for him to solve, but ns yet he has entirely baflled tsuni. To their inqulrlos as to how ho docs It he only nnawors, "I dun know.", A lady teacher of inuslo in Ontario County, N. Y inserted hor profes sional card in one of tho county news papers. It was seen by an old lover in Chicago, who at onco hunted hor up, explained his absonco of a quarter of a century, and murrlod hor. It pays to advertise. A colossal stick of lumbor from Paget Sound has been contributed to tho Mechanics' exhibition at San Fran cisco. Its length is lot feet, and It Is 20x20 inches through. It Is bolleved to bo the longest piece of lumber vei turned out of wj auwuilll CHINESE MASONRY. The Mooting I'tiion of n Curious Lmrigs la Jftw York City. Old Masons wore, until late, of tho opinion that no such a thing ns a Chi nese Mason ex stod. One gentleman said ho had soon Arabs and Turks who wero good Masons, but, to tho best ol his knowledge, no Chinaman was in tho order. Nevortholosss, there are not onlv Chinese Masons, but right hero In Now York thero Is a Chinese Masonic lodgo in full blast with a nieniburship of ovor throe hundred. It is a native organization, not allied directly to tho Free and Accepted Ma sons, but said to be founded on princi ples vory noarly akin. The lodge-room is at No. 18 Mott street, second floor, front, and has re cently been romodolod and refitted In very good shape, all nowlv painted and cleaned. The lodgo furniture is of Chinese design, and imported from China expressly for tho society at n givat oxponse. A tall llagstatV with a ropo for running up colors is on top of tho building. Above tho door as ono en ters tho lodge-room is a red sign in native characters signifying "Chinese Masonio Society," aud down tho sides aro two long "dips of red paper bearing 1110' toes. O 10 of these is "Do good to one another." and the other relates to the business of tho order. Tho Interior is like most Cliinese quarters, only lighter, and not full of odd turns and uususpoctcd corners. Immediately on entering one is tod into a sort of ante-room and thoneo Into tho main or lodge-room. Ac tho lowerond of this room is tho altar, and a verv valuable ono it is. costing in China $1,600. Abovo It is an alcovo in which a colored drawing is sus pended. It is not tho least ciirioti.t thing in the plnco, tho dositrn buing three figures, 0110 stated and two others bending ovor his shoulder. Tho seated figure represents the von irablo father of Chinese Masonry. Tho lace is heavy, placid aud adornod with a long black beard. Tho other two aro respectively tho spirits of light and darkness, who aro sup posed to bo giving hi 111 uounsol. In front of tho altar a lamp is hung. It Is nover extinguished, and burns in commumoration of tho dead of tho order. Anothor oinblom Is two sticks: of sandal-wood punk thrust Into a box of sand. They koop smouldering away and fill tin) air with a faint but sweet pi'rfuine. On tho wall is a long board, and on this aro pasted a great number ol sheets of paper eovored with Chinose hieroglyphics. Those aro the lists ol mombors voted on in tho Now York . lodgo. Near the roster hangs two hooks. O 10 of those is smt out from the Supremo L idgo at San Francisco and gives a detailed account of a num ber of cases of tin so in distress and sickness, and the wh ereabonts of each 0110 who needs help. Tlio other Is a s ibseription book in which tho various amounts subscribed aro entered. At intervals these twe books and tho nmqiiut raised uro trans mitted to tlm Suproino Lodgo, from which tho dependent members aro re lioved. Mootlngs aro not hold upon rogulni nights, but at intervals decided upon by the dignitaries of tho order, as the necessities of busbies may domain!. The members nro notified of meetings, hold generally on Sunday nights, bj tho appoarance of a triangular flag nt tho top of the pot on lop of the house. This Hag is whito, and bears tlu ploturo of a lingo rod dragon with it tnil towards the point- Thero are grips, signs and passwords, oxactly a In an American lodgo. "Tho traveling card" of this socloty is quite a curiosi ty in itself. It Is a square of red silk inscribed with Chinese aluiracton, and Is a doouinont highly prl.od by all its possessors. N. Y. World. An Erulto and Able Negro. Edward Wllmot lily don U pornapi tho ablest negro In tlio world. He can rend the Koran ,in Arabic, the Riblo It. Hebrew. Homer In Greek, Virgil In Latin, Shakespeare in English, and Danto in Italian. Though a native ol tho Island of St. Thomas, ho wm brought up In Monrovia, Liberia, ami there, by his unusual lltornry nbility, ho has attracted attontlon to hlmsel' ns tho chnmplon of a negro clvlllzatlor that shall bo coterminous with tin limits of the Dark Continent. Rlyder. controverts tho Idea of Wiuwooc Road that tho natives in Africa wil! disappear before the whites, as tht Indians, did n America, Tho cllmat will save them, and, Instead of boIn destroyed by tho Eiiroponns, they wlh bo civilized by tho efforts now bcln; nindo to opou Africa to commorcn uno sottlomont To Rljdon tho Anglo Saxon Is hard of heart nnd strong ol will, whito tlio negro Is tho child o; lovo and stifloring. Ulydon is a con. ploto know-nothing, and his cry ii "Africa for the Africans." lie h likely to havo few to oppose him h this 11 ntli r, for not even thochtldrer of Africans raised In America, can br induced to roinnln thero If tley hnr tlio moans to got txwny.St. Lou.t QloleVemocrut. A Monumental Snob. Clork (to Rrnwn, the lust now? follow clerk) What did head 0 ork, say to you Fellow Clerk Ho gave mo down Uia banks for marking some goods wrong. Ho thinks because he Is n littlo higher up than I am he can say what ho likes, Ho's a monumoutnl snob. (To office boy): Hero, youlaay rasoal, Jump live ly, now, and got thono shelves dusted offt 2'iJ -Bits.