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They reached I'arig and shortly were
established as in another home, at the
Hotel de Cliilrville. Here the kind-heart
ed Count Frederic and his amiable wife
congratulated themselves upon having
gathered together so happy a family par
ty: and no pnius were spared to cou'
tribute to the enjoyment of each. Hose
had never been in I'nris before; its splen
dors and gaieties were novel and pleasing
to her. lint every enjoyment had its
chief source from the presence of Louis
"nothing was complete if he were not at
her side to share in her pleasure; and it
charmed him to perceive this.
"You shall dwell here, some day, my
Rose," ho said to her, with his own
bright smile that the young girl loved so
And she smiled in return; while Helen
Montauban turned away, with a dark
gleam in her eyes a darker frown on
that splendid bruw.
"Some day! How little," said the
haughty woman, mentally, "how little do
they dream that the will of another Is
to exercise authority then! They count
confidently on their future upon the fate
that Is awaiting them. Ah, if they knew
what it is to be that fate!"
Now that Paris was gained, she was
Dearer to her purpose, and the fierce Im
patience she had felt subsided as she
approached to the consummation of that
purpose. Not because she quailed, or
shrank from it, but that now she- wai
able to contemplate it more nearly to
look upon her revenge as almost accom
plished, and she was content to wait yet
"Helen, you are ill, I think," said Fran
cis Egertou in alarm.
She had been sitting in the same atti
tude for a full hour, with her head rest
ing on her hand, and those dark, calm
eyes fixed on the floor. But her Hps were
very pale, and her face marble white.
"You are ill, Helen," he repeated, gent
ly, bending over to attract her attention,
and laying his band on.hers. But the Icy
coldness of that hand chilled and startled
"You are not quite right, my lord," she
answered; "for I am not 111 exactly, and
yet I am not well. I have merely a se
vere headache." And she pressed her
. hand to her brow.
"A headache is that all? Nay, you
re feverish, for now your cheeks are
burning. Let me ask your father to send
for a physiciain. You may, perhaps,
have taken the fever which is prevailing
in the city. Dear Helen, be advised!"
"Francis, I command you to remain
where you arc," snid Mademoiselle Mon
tauban, Imperatively. "I have assured
you that I am not ill, and I do not wish
either to attract attention or to Interfere
with the enjoyment of others. Since you
are so anxious, I shall endeavor to rest
while in my own apartment, and may
regain my usual spirits by evening. In
which case I will rejoin the family. Pre
sent my excuses to them, if you please."
She left him and ascended to her cham
ber. Night came. The rest Of the family
were to attend the opera. Helen Mon
tauban assigned a severe headache as
her reason for not accompanying them,
and remained at home. From the case
ment of her room she looked down and
saw the carriage roll away from the
An hour afterwards there emerged
from the hotel a youth, wearing broad
hat slouched over his eyes and cloak,
which he drew about him, half concealing
his face with its folds. He looked back
with a hurried, nervous glance as he
gained the portal. "No oue has seen me,"
he muttered, "and the rest is sufficiently
easy." At a rapid pace he hastened on.
It was dark; but the lamps in the streets
poured a flood of light along bis way as
he proceeded, and crowds of pedestrians
passed him and the way was thronged
with carriages and vehicles of every de
scription. He only drew his hat further
over his eyes, arranged the folds of the
cloak so as more fully to hide his fea
tures, and hurried along, passing from
one street to another, and never looking
t single face in all the jostling multi
tude about him.
At length, in a retired street, he reach
ed the door of a building, half shop, half
dwelling; at this door he knocked. A
domestic appeared, bearing a light, which
she held up to surrey the features of
the youth; but he shrunk further back
Into the shadow, and gathered the folds
of the cloak more, closely about htis face
s he asked, in low and somewhat
"Is the alchemist at home?"
"He is, monsieur. Will you come In?"
The youth entered, the woman looking
at hiin with a half-curious glance for an
instant; but then muttering to herself,
"Well well, I need not trouble my head;
he is not the first mask that has come
hither," Bhe added aloud; "This way,
monsieur; you will find my master in
here," and led the way through the room
Into which he had entered from the street
to a back one, opening from the first.
Here was an old man, bent half double,
seated at a table, and engaged in poring
over rich and curious volume of an
tique appearance. About the apartment
were arranged, in different places, vari
ous stuffed figures of animals, and some
of them reptiles so hideous as to send an
Involuntary shiver over the boy as he be
held them. Strange and horrible forms
were everywhere about him; he turned
from contemplating them In disgust The
old man laid' aside his book and looked
"You want me? well, what is It?" he
said, leaning back in his chair, and re
garding his guest closely with the pierc
ing dark eyes that seemed still darker
and more piercing from the bushy, snow
white brows that overhung them.
The youth spoke not, nor removed the
cloak from his face; but silently advanc
ing, presented a folded paper to the old
man. He received and glanced over it.
A slight frown darkened over his face,
and again he fixed ou the boy that same
"You do not want me, but my wife,"
he said. "1 touch not such matters as
this," and he handed back the paper.
Then going to a small door in the wall,
he opened it and called, "Biani-a Bi
An Instant and there appeared at this
door tall, dark-looking yet splendidly
handsome woman, with brunette com
plexion, magnificent black eyes and no
ble and commanding form. Those eyes
were fixed upon the muffled figure and
half-coneealed face of th stranger.
"Biauca." said the oil man, "here Is
one who has neoJ of your services."
"What do you want?' asked the wom
an, in the sweett-at an 1 most musical of
yokes, she came forward, wiih her)
glance still fastened on the youth "what
do you want?"
He gave her the paper, which she pe
rused. Then regarding him closely once
again, she said:
"Follow me, and I will obtain for you
what you desire."
Without further speech, she crossed to
the opposite side of the room, to where
chintz curtain hung before low arch
way; lifting this, she passed through, and
beckoned to him. He followed.
They were now in a kind of large
closet, which contained two or three
chairs, a circular table covered with
boxes and vials of different sizes and
shapes. The woman seated herself be
fore this table, over which was burning
a brazen lamp, pendant from the wall.
She motioned to the youth to take another
near her. He did so.
"Do you know," she said, reading the
contents of the paper again, "what it is
that you wish for?"
"Yes. Hasten; I must have It!"
A purse of gold was flung upon the
table before her. She saw the glitter
strike through its meshes and smiled.
"You know the worth of your wish.
There is but one physician, I believe, now
living who Is acquainted with the secret
of this drug."
The youth shuddered visibly. His dark,
burning eyes were fixed upon the face of
"You doubtless know the effect of It?"
she asked next, as she opened small
casket of solid iron, which stood among
other boxes on the table.
If her intention had been to penetrate
the boy's disguise, or to hear the tones of
his voice, she was baffled. She abandon
ed the attempt, therefore, (nd proceeded
to take from the casket certain vials,
nearly all of which were filled with some
liquid. Perhaps twelve of these were re
moved, and the casket appeared entirely
empty; when, touching a secret spring, a
false bottom was removed, disclosing
three smaller vials lying side by side in
separate compartments. The one lyini
in the center she took up; it was filled
with fluid colorless as water.
The boy bent forward, breathing heav
ily, his burning glance fixed eagerly upon
it. He stretched out his hand to take it;
that hand was small and fine and lily
white. The woman saw it, but her quick
eyes were instantly fixed upon the vial
"No no!" she said, calmly. "This con
tains a hundred times the quantity you
want. A single drop is sufficient to rid
you of your worst enemy your rival, if
you have one.
The youth shuddered again; and Bhe
marked well the shudder, but there was
nothing strange to her in it. She recog
nized the feelings actuating him; she was
accustomed to these things, and did not
seem to observe his emotion.
Selecting a small vial from box of
empty ones beside her, she measured out
and poured into it a very small quantity
of the fluid; then stopping the mouth of
this vial tightly, she melted a piece of
wax and sealed It over.
"Here is the drug. A death warrant Is
In your hands," she said finally, giving
it to the youth.
He grasped It eagerly; the fingers that
clutched it trembled. Pointing to the
purse which he had thrown upon the ta
ble, he thrust the vial into his breast,
passed through the archway, through the
outer room, and gaining the passage,
once more entered the street.
Cool and damp the night air swept over
his burning forehead. With deep
drawn breath he hurried on, still grasping
the fragile vial containing that death po
tion, and escaping fearfully from the
neighborhood where it had been obtained.
Each moment he turned his head to see
that no one followed him; for he was in
possession of that which might, in more
ways than one, prove dangerous to Its
owner; and the scrutiny of those splendid
eyes haunted him. But besides himself,
not soul traversed the now silent and
deserted street. Yet he shivered with
strong excitement. With rapid and al
most noiseless steps, he hurried on.
And the Italian, Bianca, looking forth
an instant after the slight figure that flit
ted on tdrough the gloom, turned again to
the room in which sat the aged alchemist.
"You gave the boy his drug, Bianca?"
he asked, raising his head.
"Yes yes! but I tell you, it was wom
an's heart that throbbed beneath that
mantle; woman's hand and s beautiful
one, too that paid me in yellow coin.
See!" and she tossed the heavy purse to
her husband; "there Is the reward the
price for which I have sold the life of
another mortal! How many are entered
on my list now, I wonder?" She laugh
ed bitterly, and then a deep, despairing
groan followed the laugh.
And along the streets of Paris at mid
night, sped the figure of that boy; on on,
with nervous and shuddering haste, still
clasping the fatal vial. Till, at length,
the Hotel de Clairville is gained once
more, and unseen, unheard, he glides si
lently in, and stealing up the stairs, en
ters chamber, and securing the door,
flings aside the disguise of that night's
guilt. And Helen Montauban stands re
vealed! CHAPTEK XIX.
A month had been passed in Paris, and
the party were preparing for return to
the chateau, with the exception of Louis,
who was to remain here some three
weeks longer, and then follow them, so as
to reach the residence of his uncle day
or two before the wedding ceremony,
which was to take place on the first day
of the ensuing month.
It was wild, dark, stormy night when
the carriage of the marquis approached
once more the neighborhood of the Cha
teau Montauban. The tempest raged
with terrible fury; the darkness was that
of the murkiest midnight. All along the
forest road, the giant trees skirting the
way creaked and groaned as if almost
with human agony, and the tossing of
their mighty arms, unseen In the gloom,
was yet heard with dreadful distinct
ness; while, to add to the impression of
we that kept each of our travelers silent
the deep and mournful wailing of the un
chained winds almost took the sound of
human voices shrieking in despair. As
inward horror seized Helen Montauban.
Those voices seemed to utter her name
to wail forth npon the night the awful
secret over which she brooded; to de
nounce her with the tones of fiends, and
declare her guilfy a murderess!
A hand, small and trembling, and Icy
cold, was laid on hers. With a faint,
shuddering cry upon her lips, she started,
and then sank back again, almost faint
ing. It was no spirit's touch, bat the
touch of poor little Bose herself, who,
cold with terror, nestled np to her com
panion, and sought the friendly clap of
her band, to re-assurs her own sinking
"Ah, dear Helen,, what Is It-dldo 1
frighten you?" anxiously asked the young
"What Is It-what Is It?" uttered the
Angered at her own weakness and want
of self-command, even while she still
shuddered from head to' foot. Mademoi
selle Montauban made some hasty apolo
gy, and relapsed into silence aguL, Won'
dering at her strange manner, Rose, too,
shrank within herself once more.
And the tempest raved more wildly yet
Onward pressed the drenched horses,
over the rough, uneven road, that threat
ened every moment, with Jagged ruts
and scattered stumps and' rocks, which
could not be avoided for the darkness, to
overturn the carriage. It jolted fearfully.
The utmost care was Insufficient to guard
against danger. If the rain had not pour
ed so violently, all would have preferred
walking the remainder of the distance to
remaining in the carriage, They proceed
ed slowly and with difficulty.
"Helen," the marquis said, kindly, "I
think we are almost at home now. Rose,
my poor little darling, you are sadly
alarmed, I fear!" And he took her little,
cold hand in his own. "Hqw cold you
are! Francis, hand me my cloak, which
is somewhere beside you. That is it." He
wrapped it tenderly about her, drawing
the immense and heavy folds closely to
gether. . But the words were arrested upon her
lips by fearful sound that drew the
attention of all. Torn by the force of the
tempest from their trunks, the sturdy
limbs of the overhanging trees were
thrown with furious force along their
path, striking the carriage, and falling
upon the frightened beasts, who, mad
dened with pain and terror, sprang for
ward, leaping wildly over the obstacles
in their way and dashing the vehicle from
side to side with a violence that every in
stant threatened destruction to those
within. The reins were torn from ths
hands of the paralyzed driver, and drag
ged about the feet of the terrified ani
mals, over whom there was no longer
control. Still the carriage swayed to
and fro, and death seemed to all the si
lent, stricken party within at every mo
ment inevitable. The moment was one
of awful suspense; but that suspense
was not destined to be prolonged. Sud
denly, in their blind course, the horses
stumbled, the carriage swung on one slue,
ond was dashed to the earth.
"Helen Rose my children!" called ths
voice of the marquis, "are you hurt?"
There was no answer. The voices of
the Count de Clairville and Francis Eg
erton alone were heard.
"Adele!" cried the count to his wife,
"I cannot see you; speak to me tell me
that you are uninjured !"
"Ah, my wrist it is broken, I believe!"
uttered the countess, in tone of pain.
"But that is nothing; where are those
dear children? If one could but see!"
"Helen Rose!" called the marquis
again, in agony. "Ah, for lights!"
With the utmost difficulty and danger
as well, from their close neighborhood to
the hoofs of the struggling and kicking
horses, the gentlemen extricated their
companions and themselves from the ve
hicle in the darkness. Furiously the rain
poured down, drenching them to the skin
in an Instant. All, however, were found
to be safe, excepting Mademoiselle Mon
tauban and Rose, neither of whom be
trayed the least sign of consciousness. It
was too dark to distinguish their tea'
A faint sigh breathed from the lips of
Helen. Supported by the arm of Lord
Egerton, she endeavored to rise to her
feet. An almost inaudible thanksgiving
escaped from him. She was safe. Did
not this woman repent, in that moment,
when her own life was spared, the wick
ed design that she had entertained? No
never for single moment!
"Where is Rose?" she ased, hoarsely,
and with a strange, unnatural voice. A
wild hope darted through her brain. Had
death anticipated her?
Poor child! lying senseless In the arms
of the marquis, no sound reached her
now. Alike insensible to the pain of that
hour, or to the fulling rain that saturated
her clothing yet failed to revive her, she
lay there moveless and silent.
(To be continued.)
GROW CARELESS OF DANGER.
Constant Handling ot Explosives Ben
der Men loo Reckless.
"After a miner has handled dynamite
for eight or ten years without a serious
mishap It Is a good Idea to put him
to doing something else about the
works," said a gentleman of this city
who has had a great deal of experience
with high explosives. "The chances
are 100 to 1 that his long Immunity
from accident has given him such a
contempt for danger that he is an un
conscious menace to everybody on the
premises. He will do things that not
only Imperil his own life, but the
lives of all his comrades. To give you
an illustration, I once had an old Cor
nfshmon at work at a mine in which I
was interested and had Intrusted him
with a general supervision of all the
blasting. He had been handling dy
namite for twenty years or more and
was Justly regarded as an expert
During that entire period he had nev
er had an accident worth speaking of,
and by degrees the care and vigilance
that were responsible for his excellent
record had worn away until he was
beginning to entertain the delusion,
common to old hnnds, that the danger
of the stuff was very much exagger
ated. "One day I was passing through a
cut where some blasting had been go
ing on and noticed the old Cornish
man hammering a drill Into what
seemed to be a boring in the rock. I
asked what he was doing and he told
me coolly there was a cartridge In the
hole that had failed to explode and he
was 'just knockin' out the tamping to
roprlme It' I was horrified, for at
every blow he was liable to explode
the dynamite, and I ordered him
sternly to stop and never repeat such
a performance. The proper method
would have been to have drilled a
new hole near by and exploded the
first charge with a second blast He
olieyed sullenly, and less than a month
afterward was blown up while doing
exactly the same thing. He lost bis left
arm at the shoulder, his left eye and
part of his left ear. He also lost hli
contempt for dynamite, and when be
finally emerged from the hospital I
gave him back his former job. I never
had a more scrupulously careful em
ploye than he was from that time on.
It seems a brutal thing to say, but
there is nothing that does an old dyna
mite hand as much good as to get
blown np once or twice." Xew Or
She Have you ever been In love?
He Ob, yes, I have hat all the child
tsh diseases mumps, whooping cough,
and ail tht rest Soinervllle Journal.
WAfi ON KIO GRANDE.
AN INCIDENT IN THE "COUNTRY
OF CONSTANT TROUBLE,
"Where Cattle Baldere, "muara-lara, Mex
ican Kuralea and Texas Bangers Are
It rased. in NaTsr-andlna Warfare
No Formalities Observed.
"If you are hunting for active service
you can get It any day of your life,
and you won't have to leave America,
either. I can guarantee to get you
the experience of being under fire be
fore the end of a fortnight"
The listeners turned from the militia
man in uniform, who had been com
plaining that a soldier had no chance
these days, to the sun-tanned milltery
looltlng man In civilian clothes.
"A week ago "last night," he con
tinued, "I was In a fight in which more
men were killed than In any of the bat
tle of the Spanish-American war. You
ee, I'm from the country of constant
trouble I'm a captain In the Texas
Rangers and In the past two years
I've taken part In at least 100 fights
In which men were slain, and often
many men at that. If the press were
to record all the fighting going on
down there, there wouldn't be much
show for any other news.
"It's a thretf-corntTed sort of fight
that goes on along the Rio Grande, In
which the Mexican rurales, or regular
troops, the cattle thieves, smugglers
and frontier desperadoes, and we ran
gers form the three corners. Some
times we crossj the border and help the
Mexicans, sometimes the Mexicans
CHARGING CATTLE THIEVES' ADOBE FORTRESS.
come over Into American territory and
take a hand In corralling some partic
ularly desperate band of cattle raiders.
But usually we do our own fighting,
and the Mexicans theirs, each of us on
our own side of the Rio Grande. The
cattle raiders and smugglers are just
as regularly organised as we are, and
they also fight according to military
tactics. Most of their leaders have held
commissions in regular armies, and
they teach their men to put up a pret
ty stiff scrap.
"They come across the Rio Grande,
sometimes 100 strong, round In a herd
of cattle from the ranges, and before
dawn they are back again in Mexican
territory. Often we run Into them, but
their horses, or Indian ponies, are usu
ally fresher than ours, and they get
way, unless we can coin r them. Then
they fight Formerly, when we did
capture some of them, their organiza
tion would hire lawyers and defend
them In the civil courts, and they usu
ally got off for lack of evidence. This
became so much the regular thing that
we got discouraged.
"But one day the word was passed
down that, Instead of holding future
captives, we should turn them over to
the nearest Mexican port. Mexican law
Is best for cattle thieves.
"Not long after this I got Informa
tion of a band that would cross the
river that night at a certain ford, and
I got my men ready. After dark we
rode down to the ford and lay low. At
about 11 we taw the raiders, fifty
strong, crossing the shallows. We gave
them time to cross, then dashed down
long the bank. cuMng eff th?lr retreat
to Mexican territory and the moun
tains. It was a hnrd fight, but we
outnumbered the raiders, and they scat
tered, leaving twenty dead. Xcxt day
we captured ten more, but the rest got
"Remembering orders, I didn't turn
those ten men over to our authorities.
Instead, I camped n:y men out till
night, and then we crossed over Into
Mexico and made for the nearest Mex
Ican post, a small placv called Arges-
Una, not far from Cludad Juarec, but
far enough to urevent Interference
from the civil authorities. At 2 o'clock
In the morning we reached the post,
and the commandant came out in his
pajamas to receive us.
" 'What can I do for you, gentlemen?'
" 'Horse thieves,' I answered.
"I saw the commandant grin. He
had my men shown to the sleeping
quarters and he shared his bed with
me. Before breakfast he called ma
"If you want to show your men an
execution,' he said, 'line them up on
"'Aren't you going to try them?' I
" 'Afterward,' he said, laconically.
"I lined my men up with the Mexi
can garrison on the plaza. The ten
men, most of them half-breed Indians
and Mexicans, were lined up against
the adobe wall, and I must say they 1
died like men. Some were only wound-1
ed, but the rurales shoved their bayo-1
nets Into them and ended their troubles
quickly. That band of cattle thieves 1
never bothered the ranchers on our
side again. . I
"A few weeks later we ran Into an-'
other band, but they got away, all ex-
cept five of them, whom we cut offr
from the river. Those five retreated to
a small village, cleared out all the In
habitants, took possession of the adobe
council hall and prepared to stand us
off. We knew they had heard of the
previous scrape, we knew they real-.
ized they could get no quarter, so we
expected them to fight until the last.
Excited by the skirmish, my men, num-'
berlng fifty, galloped up ' to within
range of the raiders' guns, and before I
could get them off to a safe distance
flve dropped out of their saddles. Fi
nally we scattered about among
houses and kept up a steady fire. Aft
erward, when we examined the adobe
walls of the council ball, we found that
hardly a brick in it did not contain a
"At last we circled about the house
on our horses, and In that way dropped
throe of the desperadoes. Just before
dawn the two others made a break to
get away, but we saw them. We tried
to get them to surrender, but they
fought on until my men killed tbein
"Once we had news from our friend,
the Mexican commandante, that he had
cornered over 100 raiders In a ravine,
and he asked us to come over and help
him smoke them out.
"It didn't take long to get over, and
we found two companies of rurales
stretched In firing line across the mouth
of the canyon, while the raiders, In- j
trenched behind rocks, were dronclnc
the Mexicans by twos and threes. We
came just In time to prevent a stam
pede of the commandnnte's troops.
Then we charged the raiders and killed
seventy of them. ,The commandunte
took no prisoners. But forty Mexicans
and ten of my men went down. Con
sidering the number engaged, that was
as bloody a battle as you will find la i
A Note in Passing.
"Yes," said the bandmaster, "we do
have troubles with our musicians some
times. "Once we were engaged to play at
a funeral. Our notice was very short,
so we had no rehearsal. We reached
the cemetery without any mishap, but
there something happened. We were
to play a solemn measure while the
body was being lowered into the
grave. Only a few instruments were
needed. I was slowly and solemnly
swinging my baton, the spectators
were silently weeping, when suddenly
the trombone gave a loud, long blust,
enough to wake the dead. Some of the
mourners fainted, the players stopped
In consternation, and I jumped over
chairs and racks to where the troin-
Pf,nl8t' .""l $?"7. G.erman Mtl it01-1
Idly gazing at his music.
"'What the devil did you mean by
bursting out that way? I shouted.
"He raised his eyes slowly to mine.
" 'Veil, I was vatchlug de nioosic,
und Just den a horse-fly got on de pa
per. I t'ough he vos a note, und I
played him. Dat vas all, ain't itf
Roctlfyiag the llecord.
The following Incident Is related as
hsving occurred In South Africa: One
of the soldiers who had been rerjortwl
killed In a certain battle and against
whose name In the regimental books a
note to that effect had been made af-
terward turned up and reported hlm-'nl
self. Then the strgeant made another
note In the b:ok: "Died by mistake."
The man was placed In the hospital
snd a few weeks later succumbed to
the Injuries be hsd received. This fact
was communicated to ths sergeant
through the colonel of the regiment
a no then a third note was made: "Ba
died by order of the coloneL"
Inaorance Against Appendicitis
Appendicitis insurance policies are
issued In England at $1.25 a year for
The woman who is first to adopt a
new -fad Is also the first to draw ths
11ns at a new wrinkle.
If a woman hesitates It must be ow
ing to an Impediment la ber speech.
The Only True Life. The acceptance
of things that eye has not seen and
cannot see Is the only true life. Rev.
L. Watson, Episcopalian, Chllllcothe,
Infidel Colleges. Our colleges and
universities are a curse If God be not
universities are a curse If God be not
In them. Unsanctlfled educational fa.
ciiiiiea lUBier luuuciuy. iev. r v
Wilson, Methodist, Brooklyn, N. Y.
God's Kingdom. We map out what
we call the kingdom of God, and pro
ceed to color It according to our per
sonal and denominational Ideas. Rev.
Dr. Carlisle, Methodist, Columbia, S. C.
Making Heroes. Knowledge of right
will make a hero of the frailest. The
one who realizes that be is right with
God can bathe his hands In the martyr
flame. Rev. Dr. White, Baptist, Ma
Fiction. Literature of the modern
type la to be condemned largely for Its
change. Formerly fiction stimulated
virtue; now it is Indifferent In these
matters. Rev. Dr. Krauskopf, Hebrew,
Phi:adelphia, Ta. .
Gumption. The schoolboy whose les
sons are always perfect will probably
clerk at $10 a month for the schoolboy
who has less gifts and more gump
tion. Rev. Frank Crane, Unitarian
The Great Trust. Can we not have
one colossal religious trust that will
take In all the denominations, or at
least all that are near enough alike to
make affiliation possible? Rev. W. H.
Ramsey, Louisville, Ky.
The Frlce of Liberty. Eternal vigi
lance Is not only the price of liberty to
nations aud races, but to the weaker
and more helpless classes of every
country and people. Rev. Dr. Banks,
Mothodist, New York City.
The Secret of Life. Nature made
God possible, and the individual must
make Him actual. This Is the whole
secret of life. Ignorance alone defeats
this proposition. Rev. F. E. Mason,
Independent, Brooklyn, N. Y.
Remorse. The sharper the sting of
remorse the more Insistent and pro
found the entrance of the Iron of stern
self-accusation Into our souls, the more
complete the expiation. Rev. J. W.
Chadwlck, Unitarian, Brooklyn, N. Y.
Club Women. Women have been
criticised for julnlng literary clubs, yet
the club, Instead of Injuring the home,
has been the means of saving It by ele
vating Its Intellectual position. Rev.
M. M. Mangasarlan, Independent, Chi
The Glory to Come. Let us not be
disheartened by labors, remembering
,' that the sufferings of this life are not
to be compared with the glory to come
and which shall be revealed to us.
Cardlnul Gibbons, Roman Catholic, Bal
The Two Sovereigns. The King is
sllll on Ills golden throna, and con
quers the darkness. The Queen, His
church, by her reflected light and pow
er, still moves the tides of the world.
Rev. L. W. Madden, Tresbyterlan,
Doubt. With nil our progress In in
genious Invention and mechanical np-'
pllance, with all our marvelous con
quest of time and space, still the ele
ment of uncertainty is not yet over
come. Rev. Henry Frank, Independ
ent, New York City.
Charity. If this generation would
claim the great promise of the book
of books, It would find a measure of
happiness the world has never experl-
enced. I fear It Is too selfish to be
lieve, "It is better to give than to re
ceive." Rev. Dr. Simmons, Baptist,
Stagnation. It Is a sorry condition,
then, that a man is In, that a Christian
! believer Is in, when he says that he has
the same opinion of Christ that be had
a year ago. It tells a sad story of the
way the year has been passing with
him. Rev. C. H. Parkhurst, Fresbyte
rlan, New York City.
The Baptist Symbol. We are Bap
tists because baptism symbolizes the
death and resurrection of Jesus Christ.
Man In rising from the burial of bap
tism rises with no power of his own.
We are free from death because Christ
conquered death. Rev. L. J. Brown,
Baptist, Brooklyn, N. Y.
To Save Humanity. With hands full
of helpful charity, with a word In sea
son to him that Is weary, with a heart
at leisure from Itself to soothe and
sympathize, we are sent to bring our
selves Into contact with humanity at
the point of-need. Rev. T. J. VlUers,
Baptist, Indlanap lis, Ind. .
The Young Man. Tills Is pre-eminently
the country of the young man
-because be 1. to be here for a
time It Is to him of supreme conse
quence that the republic should pros
per; It Is for him to say what he de
sires his native land to be, aud In what
condition he will have it when be loaves
It to those who will come after him.
Rev. A. McKenzle, Cougregatlonalist,
The Harvest. What we sow, w
reap. Character reproduces Itself In
life. Grapes do not bring forth thorns,
tares do not produce wheat. If yon
w4nt cnaraeier you mum pay me price
1 tor Sowing love, you shall reap
loT- Sowing honor and truth, honor
truth you will reap. Thereore,
tn punishment Is not Imposed by God
from without, but Is Imposed by the
soul from within. Rev. N. D. Hillis,
Congregatlonalist, Brooklyn, N. Y.
Putting It la Mild Language.
She Don't you think you were rath
er sever in saying that Matilda was
the most inveterate talker you ever
He Oh, I didn't put it in that bald
way. I only said that it was impossi
ble for her to keep her mouth shut ex
cept In a dentist's office. Boston Tran
script A second-hand automobile Is some
times better than a new one. Every
thing breakable about It may be bruit-'
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