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CHAPTER XX.
Mr. Mallett did not get much sleep
while awaiting Senor Castellan's return
His mind was too busy digesting what
he had just heard. Putting two and two
together, bearing In mind the fart that
the senor's description of his beautiful
customer tallied exactly with that given
of the so-called Pauline Mailing by Jack
Dornton, and that the photograph taken
by Castellan was afterward found la that
lady's possession, his belief la the Im
posture was naturally strengthened, and
his impatience to visit the grave and
ee for himself the evidence of his niece's
death increased every moment. At last
he heard the convent bell strike six
nd, with a feeling of relief, he rose
end went downstairs.
He found the senor waiting below,
looking triumphant, but cautious. There
were several loungers about, and Mr.
Mallett and Castellan passed through
the room and out of the house without
exchanging a word.
But, once safely outside, the senorT
who was brimming over with pleasant
elf-importance, rapidly unfolded the
plans which the servant and he had con
cocted for Mr. Mallett's admittance to
the convent burying ground.
"I shall point out the gate by which
monsieur will enter; after that, the rest
must depen 1 on monsieur's sagacity and
oc the exactness with which he carries
out my direct i. his. The servant would
Lave nothiug to do with you directly; but
he will arrange matters so that you can
eater the cemetery by yourself and ob
tain a view of the tomb. But monsieur
will envelop himself in my accomplice's
clonk, and if he is seen from the chapel
windows, they will conclude it is but one
of the sisters crossing the graveyard
to gather herbs from the garden which
lies beyond."
Then followed a list of directions, to
which Mr. Mallett paid the closest atten
tion; and, as the old Spaniard "conclud
ed, they came within sight of the Con
Tent of the Holy Assumption. A 6ub
tantial stone wall eight feet high in
closed it on all sides, and on the east
front were massive iron gates boarded
high above the line of sight to shield the
acred precincts from the vulgar gaze.
Further on, on the west side, was a very
mall wicket, almost hidden under the
masses of ivy that hung half way to the
ground. This door was the one used
by the lay sisters when doing their er
rands, and a covered way led from It Into
(he main entrance hall. The main gate
was never opened except for funerals
ef the village.
The bells were still ringing for ves
pers as Mr. Mallett reached this half
hidden little gate, and, according to di
rections from Castellan who was lurk
ing among the brushwood he gave a
low, Quick, triple knock three times over,
nd then waited with his eyes on his
watch until five minutes had passed.
The bells ceased ringing. This was
the moment agreed on. and he pushed
the door gently; it yielded, and the next
moment he found himself in the dim light
of a long, narrow pnsage.
He stooped and lifted a snuff colored
garment that lay at his feet. It was a
huge cloak, like a sister's. He wrap
ped himself In the capacious garment,
carefully drawing the hood well over his
head. Having taken off his boots, he
went stealthily along the passage, across
t large stone flagged entrance hall, and
passed out of what he had been told was
the main entrance into the inclosure be
yond. He paused here a moment and
looked about him attentively. In a line
with him stood the chapel on the extreme
right, the door of which was open; and
ht saw the backs of the sisters as they
knelt at their devotions. He caught a
gleam of gorgeous color as the clear
evening light fell through the east win
dow upon the vestments of the priests
t the high altar, and a faint odor of
Incense crept out upon the air. He drew
the hood still closer over his beard and
crossed the open space to the other side
of the chapel. Here he had to pass a
whole line of windows, and the profiles
of the nuns were turned toward him. lie
now shortened his stride and drooped his
boulders the better to perform the part
he was assuming, and passed on with
out glance to the right or to the left.
As soon as the windows were passed he
raised his head and looked round again.
He was at the edge of the burying
ground, and over in the extreme corner
under the walls he saw the stone he
Lad come in Search of. He recognized
It by the semi circular top there was
not another like it in the inclosure
and his heart quickened a little as he
picked his way across the graves.
The sunset sky had changed from crim
son to saffron, from saffron to a clear
pearly gray, and still the brown cloak
stood motionless before the headstone in
the far corner of the couvetit grave
yard. Mr. Mallett had received a shock that
entirely banished his preconceived ideas;
and the new beliefs that crowded upon
him were no conflicting and confusing
that for a time he was overwhelmed with
perplexity.
"Pauline Pelling. DM May 29, 1 ."
He read the simple inscription over
nd over again; the more he pondered
It the less he understood how it was
that he had be-n decoyed by fate luto
this fruitless Journey.
Why should his niece, Pauline Mail
ing, have picture of the grave of Pau
line Pelling in her possession? for he
oo longer doubted that the lady reign
ing st Mallingford Park was his niece,
nd concluded that this was the grave
of some other person presumably the
wife of his friend, CapUin Pelling. He
remembered the captain's impressive lit
tle story of his unhappy marriage and Its
premature denouement; and Mr. Mallett
bad no doubt whatever that he was now
standing by the grave of that gentleman'
wife. Still the question kept repeating
Itself: Why should his niece of the same
Christian Dime, too treasure np this
Blrtnra of Mrs. Felling's grave T He
amlled to himself t the freak of fortune
fe's ecrell
OR A BITTER RECKONING
CHARLOTTE M. BRAEMB
that ordained the obliteratnon of Just,
the first two letters of the surname, and
wondered at the insignificance of the
trifle that had drawn him from England
on such a wild goose chase!
The servant, to all appearance busy
over her stewpans In the kitchen, was
working herself into a fever of fright
She expected the exhortation to finish di
rectly, and then the sisters would wander
all about the grounds, and her mysteri
ous visitor would be discovered. She
quaked with fear as the consequences
of her conduct presented themselves to
her Imagination. She had seen the brown
cloak flit noiselessly past the half closed
kitchen door a quarter of an hour be
fore; but she was sure it had not yet
gone back.
At last, unable to bear the anxiety any
longer, she decided that she must at
all risks go and warn the man away
before harm came of his dilatorlness.
Catching up a basket, and muttering a
few words about garnishing to the other
busy sisters, she started for the grave
yard. She hurried along, keeping well
out of sight of the sisters at their devo
tions, ntil she reached the corner.
"Come away at once! You will be
discovered!"
Mr. Mallett was startled for a mo
ment. "You are the woman who helped Cas
tellan to admit me?"
"Yes; but for pity's sake come away
now, or we shall all be ruined!"
There was no mistaking the terror in
the poor woman's face; and he started at
once. They walked quickly over the
grass; but for all his hurry, Mr. Mal
lett managed to ask two questions ana
get two replies beiore they reached the
small door by which he had entered.
"What sort of a person was that Pau
line Telling, who lies buried there?" he
asked.
"She was a mere babe, only three
months old. She was born In the hos
pital of this town, long since abandoned."
"Merciful heaven!" exclaimed Mr.
Mallett, gazing at her in blank astonish
ment. The woman was hurrying him along
the narrow passage, for every moment
now might lead to discovery.
"And its mother?" he gasped.
"Was the beautiful fair lady for
whom Senor Castellan took the view of
the grave just before she Bet out for
England."
And before Mr. Mallett had recovered
from his last surprise he found himself
outside the door, with his boots on the
path beside him, his brain In whirl
of conflicting thoughts.
"Pelling has by some means Jumped
to the conclusion, or been led to it in
tentionally, perhaps, that his wife died
in this convent and Is burled here, while
in truth it Is his child's grave, and his
wife is still living; and, according to the
present aspect of affairs, Felling's wife
and Pauline Mailing are evidently one!
And she, Pauline Mailing, or Pelling, or
whatever she Is, Is going to be married
to Dornton to-morrow morning, and she
has one husband still living ! I wonder If
she knows that he is still alive? After
all, if this turns out true and it looks
very like it I shall resume my rightful
position at Mallingford, for this girl has
disobeyed the clause In Paul's will about
marrying without Summers' consent.
And that provides the motive for her
conduct. She knew, If her husband found
her, she would be compelled to resign
the estate. Well, she has played a suc
cessful game so far; it Is my Inning
now."
And that evening Mr. Mallett, who
had not been across a horse for nearly
twenty years, rode the twelve miles of
execrable road that lay between Villa
Silentio and Bassllla, and prepared and
delivered personally several telegrams to
be dispatched directly the office opened In
the morning.
CHAPTER XXI.
The eighteenth of September was
damp, comfortless morning, and Malling
ford Park looked particularly desolate.
The sky was of a dull gray, and the rain
drizzled steadily all the day through.
Babette was busy in Miss Mailing's
dressing room. It was half past nine
o'clock, and she bad just returned from
seeing her mistress off by train. None
of the guests were astir yet, and the
house was unusually silent, as It was
likely to be for some hors. The ball of
the previous night had been exceedingly
spirited, and was not concluded until
tearly 5 o'clock, so that the visitors
would not be likely to be astir very
early.
Babette was to Join her mistress at
Charing Cross station with the luggage
at half past 2. and, though her mind
was full of tormenting doubts as to the
day's evetits, she went about her business
as methodically as though nothing un
usual had happened. Tenderly and care
fully she folded up the elaborate gown
of cream-colored satin, with its draperies
of thick costly lace, and its superb bou
quets of deep crimson blossoms, in which
Miss Mailing delighted the eyes of her
admirers at the ball. Very circumspect
ly she placed the magnificent diamonds
and rubles, with which her mistress had
adorned her shapely throat and arms, in
their cases, and then packed them in a
small oaken box with steel clamps. Then
he went round the room with her keys
and locked and strapped the traveling
trunks one after another. That done,
he sat down to wait, she knew not for
what.
Captain Felling received telegram at
s quarter to 11 that morning which
filled him with surprise and curiosity.
It ran:
"At 11 risks get to Bishopsgate
church Id time to see a wedding fixed
for this morning, snd obtain a good view
of tha bride's fsce."
The telegram had been dispatched
from Bassillia, and he remembered the
name as that of tha nearest railway sta
tion to the convent where he had found
his wlfe'a grave. Without knowing why,
ha felt that ha mast obey the telegram.
and he was Just In time to catch the ll
o'clock express for Waterloo. On arriv
ing at his destination, Captain Felling
ran his eyes rapidly down the cab rank
within the station, picked out the smart
est looking horse, sprang Into the cab,
and called through the trap to the driver;
"A sovereign if you reach Bishopsgate
church by twenty minutes to 2V
The horse justified his good opinion,
and the drive was accomplished In good
time. The church doors were open, and
a four wheeled cab was waiting outside.
He crept in very quietly, and walked up
the nisle, not wishing to disturb the ser
vice, for he did not know what he was
there for save to see the bfide's face. He
judged rightly that his future conduct
was to be guided by that Inspection.
The church was cold and gloomy this
miserable morning, and a few persons
were scattered here and there among the
seats, attracted possibly mora by curi
osity than Interest.
As Pelling advanced, he was struck
by the subdued richness of the bride's
costume, and he was not a little surpris
ed at the absence of the usual attend
ants for the old lady standing behind
the bride evidently filled the offlce of
pew opener. The bride and bridegroom
were a fine couple, the man being quite
six feet high, while the lady was also
well proportioned.
Pelling went quietly along the chancel
until he reached the end nearest to the
nltar, and then he waited for the bride
to turn her face toward him. The cler
gyman's voice went on with the service:
"Wilt thou obey him and serve him,
love, honor and keep him - in sickness
and In health, and, forsaking all other,
keep thee only unto him, so long as ye
both shall live?"
Then, for the first time, she turned
toward Pelling. Her expression was one
of unmixed rapture as she raised her eyes
to the bridegroom's, and her Hps were
unclosed to speak the words "I will,"
when she became aware of Pelllng's fixed
stare of horror. His gaze attracted, her
Involuntarily, and she looked Instinctively
over Jack's shoulder in his direction.
Jack, wondering what was the matter
and fearing she was going to faint,
prompted her with the short answer.
She did not speak, but continued to
gaze over his shoulder at the man who
had so unaccountably riveted her atten
tion. Her under jaw dropped spasmod
ically, her eyes became as fixed as those
she was gazing into, and every vestige of
life and color left her face.
The next thing Jack seemed to realiie
was that a gentleman wearing a Iglht
overcoat was speaking quietly to the as
tonished clergyman and suggesting that
the lady should be taken to the vestry,
as she was evidently very 111.
The scattered congregation looked at
each other in wondering curiosity as the
bridal party disappeared. They lingered
awhile until the old pew opener returned
and begged them to depart, as she desired
to close the church.
Pauline, with dull, daxed despair In
her eyes, sat in the vestry, listening to,
without understanding, the conversation
of the three men grouped around her.
"I am extremely sorry," Felling said,
in answer to the clergyman's request for
an explanation; "but it would have been
criminal to allow the matter to go fur
ther, for the lady Is my wife."
"Your wife?" echoed Jack, Incredu
lously. "Yes, sir, my wife!" Pelling replied,
with the least touch of hauteur. "I
have believed her to be dead for the last
six years in fact, I believed It so thor
oughly that I should not have believed
my eyes this morning If her own conduct
had not betrayed her. It is possible that
she thought I was dead, as I have been
in Central Africa for several years; and 1
understand the expedition of which I was
a member has been three or four times
reported in the newspapers as complete
ly exterminated."
"And how came you to present your
self so opportunely this morning?" asked
the clergyman.
"That is more than I understand my
self at present; but I think it Is due to
accidental discoveries made in Spain by
a mend or mine woo nas gone miner
ou business of his own. How it happens
that I have been led to believe in my
wife's death all these years and never
found out my mistake before I cannot
understand."
"Mis Mailing took her mother's name
when she inherited the estate; perhaps
that may explain matters," put in Jack.
"What estate?" asked Pelling sharp
ly. "It Is all too long to discuss now,"
Jack answered: "but no doubt the change
of name accounts for your Ignorance of
your wife's existence."
(To be continued.
Must Have Fa, J a.
"If a woman hasn't a fad, there's
something wrong with her," remarked
an observer of mankind. "She' in
love, or out of It, or her liver is out of
order.
"American girls are the greatest for
taking np new culta. Now, an English
girl settles down to doing one thing,
and sticks to It, and nothing short of
an earthquake or a dynamite explo
sion will turn her out of the way of It.
"But you Just suggest to an Amer
ican girl that some new physical ex
ercise will give her a plump neck, or
reduce her hips or any other old thing,
and she will be nothing else for well,
until the novelty wears off or some
thing else turns up.
"Just now It's boxing. Every box
ing master In town Is rushed to death
with applications for Instruction from
girls. Boxing, you know, Is warranted
to do the Impossible; consequently they
all want It.
"But, then, after all, I suppose It'i
just that variety and unexpectedness
about the girls over here which makes
them so attractive. You never know
where they're going to break out next."
Him ut Atlantic H aves.
The size of the Atlantic waves has
been carefully measured for the Wash
ington hydrographlc bureau. In height
the waves usually average about 30
feet, but In rough weather they attain
from 40 to 43 feet During storms
they are often from .00 to 600 feet
long, and last 10 or U seconds, while
tha longest yet known measured balf
a mile and did not spend Itself for 23
seconds.
Cultivate health and
strength and courage.
thna radiate
j The Cronn Patch.
; Once on a time there was a witch,
Who wasn't poor and wasn't rich;
She wasn't handsome, that I know,
For one day when I saw her go
j A-riding past I said: "Oh, denr!
' How can a person look so queer!"
Her back was crooked as the mm,
And as she went I heard her croon '
A silly song that seemed to say:
"The children are all good to-day.
To-morrow maybe I will throw
My cross patch cloak o'er Jane and Joe,
And while they whine, 'Mamma, mam
ma,' I'll chuckle to myself, 'Ha, ha!
And folks will say, 'That horrid Jane
Is at her tantrums now again.'
And other folks will say they know
They can't do anything with Joe.
Then, lest some wise ones gaesa my
trick,
I'll puzzle them by being quick.
I'll snatch the patch from Jane and Joe,
To cast it over Clem and Chlo.
The friends in wonder then will say,
'Our Jenny is real good to-day,
Or 'Joseph seems a different boy;
He really is his mother's joy.'
But little Chlo and Clem beware;
Their naughtiness is past compare."
Now, boys and girls who would escape
This witch's ugly cross patch cape
Must get the fairy Laughing Fun
To stay close by and never run.
Then when the witch with dark disguise
Approaches she, in great surprise,
Will find her cloak too small by half
To cover boys and girls who laugh.
Washington Star.
I.ennona In Manners.
A well-known lawyer is telling a
good story, about himself, and his ef
forts to correct the manners of his of
fice boy. One morning, not long ago,
relates the Brooklyn Citizen, the young
autocrat of the office blew Into the of
fice and, tossing his cap at a hook, ex
claimed: "Say, Mr. Blank, there's a
ball game clown at the park to-day and
I atn going down."
Now the attorney is not a hard
hearted man, and was willing the boy
should go, but thought he would teach
him a little lesson in good manners.
"Jimmle," he said kindly, "that Isn't
the way to nsk a favor. Now, you
come over hen; and sit down and I'll
show you how to do It." The boy took
the office chair and his employed pick
ed up his cap and stepped outside. He
then opened the door softly and, hold
ing the cap In his hand, said quietly
to the small boy In the big chair:
"Please, sir, there is a ball game at the
park to-day. If you can spare me I
would like to get away for the after
noon." In a flash the boy responded:
"Why, certainly, Jimmle, and here Is
f0 cents to pay your way In."
There are no more lessons In man
ners In that office.
Klectro Mannrlt.
The familiar horseshoe magnet Is
made of highly tempered steel and
magnetized so that one end Is a north
pole, the other a south, or perhaps
more commonly known as a negative
and a positive. Once magnetized It Is
always magnetic unless the power Is
drawn from It by exposure to Intense
beat. An electro-magnet, however,
be made front any scrap of soft Iron,
from a piece of ordinary telegraph
wire to a gigantic Iron shaft. When
a current of electricity passes through
an Insulated wire colled about a soft
iron object such as a nail, a bolt, or a
rod, that object becomes a magnet as
long as a current of electricity Is pass
ing through the coils of wire or helix.
A coll of wire In the form of a spiral
spring has a stronger field than a
straight wire carrying the same cur
rent, for each turn or convolution adds
Its magnetic field to that of the other
turns; and by having the center of the
coil of Iron, which Is a magnetic body,
the strength of the magnetism is great
ly Increased. St. Nicholas.
Plarlna- Fair.
Teacher i st:pise you know. Wil
lie, that In keeping you after school I
punish myself as well as you.
Willie Yes, m'ni; that's why I don't
mind It. Chicago Dally News.
arillnnl'a Hat Uamr.
The children being seated in a circle,
a child who does not take part In the
game whispers to each or tl rest a
name representing some color, as "red
cap," "Mm cap," "yellow cap," etc.
Two players are excepted, one of
...Iw.mi Is called "My limn John." aud
one represents the cardinal. The lat-
. ,, leaves the room, .first placing
In the hands of "John" a little billet of
wood, bidding him take care of the
cardinal's hat. which at the same time
he declares to lw of some particular
color, as green. "John" conceals Oils
somewhere In the room.
Tti a child who went out then enters.
armed with a cane, and demands the
rrftnrs hat. "John- pretends to
have forgotten all about It and asks,
"V hat color was It green?" and bo ou
until he guesses the color.
Being thus reminded, be declare
that some one of the group, ns, for ex
ample, "Bed Cap," has stolen It.
"Bed Cap" Is now asked by the ques
tioner, " 'Bed Cap,' did you steal the
cardinal's hat?" He also must pass
on the charge, saying, "No, It was
'White Cap' " or any other color. If he
omits to do so or names a color not In
cluded among the players, he must
pay forfeit.
Meanwhile the questioner becomes
indignant at the numerous denials aud
proceeds to extort confession by tor
ture, nipping with his cane the fingers
of those whom he addresses. If he
succeeds In obliging any child to con
fess, the latter must pay forfeit.
At last "My man John" owns the
theft, produces the hat, and the game
Is begun again until a sufficient num
ber of forfeits have been collected.
A Bit of Cat Hlwtory.
A great many years ago the people
of Egypt, who had many idols, wor
shiped the cat, among others. They
thought she was like the moon, be
cause she was more active at night,
and because her eyes changed like the
moon, which is sometimes full and :it
other times only a light crescent, or,
ns we say, half moon. So they made
an idol with a cat's head and named
It Paslit. The same time they gnve to
the moon, for the word means the face
of the moon. The word lias been
changed to "Pas" and "Pus," and has
come at last to be "Puss," the name
the most of us give to the cat. Puss
and Pussy cat are pet names for kitty
anywhere now. But few think of the
name as given to her thousands of
years ago and of the people who then
bowed down and prayed to her.
LIFE WOULD BE TOO LONG.
Awkward Heault of t'nlvernal Lon
gevity Are I'rophf lf(l.
Suppose a man .10 years old, making
a good Income from his business, were
to decide to live until he was 100 and
not to retire until he was 00.
The first consequence would be that
be would have the opportunity of mak
ing much more money than If he died
at 70; next, that his children would
have to wait much longer for It. Now,
supposing him to have attained the age
of '., the more money he takes out of
his business the less there will be for
others to take.
Ills three sons, Junior partners In
the same firm, aged 05 downward, and
his nine grandsons, aged 40 downward,
will find very little to take out of the
business between them. The business,
in fact, would not "go round."
Even more distressing would be the
case of the family in which there was
no business out of which an Income
could be obtained. The old baronet,
aged 100, would still be living at the
family seat, enjoying the Income he
had Inherited. His son, wearing on
to 80, and possibly still a great trial
to his parents, would be eking out a
precarious existence on very little
more than he was allowed at Oxford,
and for his part quite unable to make
his sons any allowance at all, much
less to tip his great-grandsons when
they went back after the holidays to
the rate provided schools.
The sons and grandsons would have
to go into business? But Into what
business could they go?
Possibly It might be found neces
sary to compel a person attaining the
age of 7"' to give up his money aud his
estate to his son and to live on a small
pension allowed him out of the wealth
be had inherited or acquired; or possi
bly there might be a rule that a man
on attaining the age of -40 might claim
complete control of his father's money
and estate, providing that he under
took to house his parents and grand
parents and to make them a small al
lowance. But even then not all the Inconveni
ences and uncertainties would be end
ed. Even If a man undertook at the
age of 40 all those obligations and had
housed, say a parent, a couple of
grandparents and possibly two or
three great grandparents In a number
of 1.V cottages on the family estate,
and were making them allowances
suitable to their respective ages, it
would yet be almost beyond his power
to prevent them from reasserting them
selves should they desire to do so. A
man's father. still In the prime of life
at 70, might decide to set up in busi
ness afresh, in competition against the
old business be had just relinquished
to his son; he might even, with his
more mature experience, cut out the
old firm altogether, and then all the
difficulties and Inconveniences would
Ix-gln over again. London Spectator.
Hope Sririi Ml it i.onic. ! down to the room. It ha 1 been charm
Glasgow. Scotland. Is the proud ms - Ingly decorated with mountain wild
sessor of the biggest rope that was ( flowers, an organ moved In and every
ever made for hauling purposes, j thing prepared for the service. But,
St rn tigers lew it as one of the alas! the woman who had promised to
"sights" of the city. scrub the floor had failed them, and
Manufactured to haul cars through ! such labor was almost Impossible to
one of the subways, the rope is seven get in the camp. So Miss Thayer and
miles long, four ami five-eighths inches ! Miss Balestier, with rags and pails of
in circumference, and weighs nearly hot water secured from the saloon
sixty tons. It has Ix-en made In one keeper's wife, went down on their
unjoihted and uuspllced length of pat j knees and scrubbed the floor,
ent crucible Mccl. Through their efforts an Episcopal
The roM forms a complete circle rhurch was later established in Salida,
around Glasgow, crossing the Clyde In iand Miss Thayer married Its clergy-
Its course, and Is intended to rim at a
speed of fifteen miles an hour.
lather a Itlltrrmrf.
"Say. a 'bibliophile and a 'Utters
tenr are Hie same, aren't they?"
"Not much. A bibliophile Is most
pleased with first edition, but a lit-j
terateur struggles to achieve tenth or
twentieth editions. Philadelphia
Press.
A Iwggar will b aatlsfled with half
a dollar, but the insurance grafter
wants the four quarters of the eanh.
No woman believes In saving money .
by buying fewer clotlwa,
RAM'S HORN BLA8TS.
Warning Notes Calling; the Wicked ta
Repentance.
T Is letter to
have both feet In
the grave than
one In the pit
Many men are
fit for their own
Heaven.
T he more
words the lesa of
the Word.
Good living
does not make the
good life.
There is no salvation in isolation.
Sublime alms have substantial tar
gets. Without some facts faith is mere
fancy.
Provocation Is the parent of pa
tience. Life from Christ give likeness to
Christ.
Double dealing ends in divided divi
dends. The exclusive church excludea
Christ.
Our seeking always secures Ilia
sending.
With some people faith depends on
their feed.
As soon as a nation becomes heart
less Its case is hopeless.
Codfish culture Is never complete
until conscience is killed.
Every time you put out any new life
some old leaves drop olT.
Slander Is bad breath; Its evidence
applies only to its source.
The Bible is a time-table, but It la
by no means a ticket to Heaven.
The house of character cannot be
constructed out of negative virtues.
No quantity of prayer-meeting trading-stamps
will purchase paradise.
If you want to make a rich man nn
derstand you must touch his pocket
book. The only way God can feed some of
our hearts Is by starving our bank ac
count. Doubtless the devil thinks he will
be able to enter Heaven as soon as he
can play a harp.
The recording angel knows what
you say when the neighbor's dog gets
busy altout 2 a. in.
The only reason some men won't go
to church Is because they are not In
vited Into the pulpit.
Some people hide the Word In their
hearts so effectively that they never
know where to find it.
The people who are too lazy to pre
pare always have a lot to say about
the way the prizes are distributed.
Humility is a virtue that seems to
take so much time for Its admiration
that none Is left for Its cultivation.
The sermon Is always a failure
when the preacher depends on Inspira
tion to make up what he lacked in en
dea vor.
A few preachers are trying to get
goods for nothing all the week and
then preaching on the sins of gam
bling on Sunday.
ENERGETIC MRS. KIPLING.
! A a
Girl She Helped Scrub Floor of
InipriM lel Church.
When Mrs. Hudyard Kipling was a
young girl, she went out to Colorado
with her brother, Walcott Balestier,
and lived with him at Salida, then a
mountain railroad town In the earlier
and rougher stages of its history. Liv
ing lnthe same town was a Mr. Thay
er, who was connected with the man
agement of the Denver and Bio
Grande Bond. Ills wife, Mrs. Emma
Human Thayer, has published a num
ber of I ks, of which "Wild Flowers
of the Bockies" and "Wild Flowers of
the Pacific Coast" are best known,
says the Philadelphia Bulletin.
Their daughter. Miss Thayer, and
Miss Balestier, became great friends,
and Mrs. Thayer used to tell In later
years how the two girls secured the
first Episcopal service In Salida. They
wrote to the late Bishop Spalding In
Denver, who replied to them that If
they would secure a place for the ser
vice he would send a clergyman. The
girls canvassed the town, but the only
place they could find that was suitable
was a room back of a saloon.
They rented this room, wrote the
bishop, posted notices and did every
thing to insure a good service. Late
the Saturday afternoon before the im
portant Sunday. Mrs. Thayer went
man, the Bev. J. Wallace Ohl.
Kurn Iter (Grammar.
The judge's little daughter, although
she had talked several times through
the telephone to her father, had never
gone through the formalities necessary
in calling blin up. The first time he
tried It she took the receiver off tha
hook. s she had seen others rio.plarrd
her lips to the transmitter, and said:
"Hello! I want to talk to pupa."
"Number, please?" said 'Yfntral.
"Singular." she answered, surprised
at the question, but proud that she
knew something of the rudiments of
grammar.