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EUGENE ANDERSON.
President Georgia-Alabama Business
College, Macon,-Ga.
Attorney H. H. Elders, solicitor
general of Reidsville, Ga., writes: “I
have written twice to Mr. Anderson
for an office man, and each time I
got just exactly the kind I wanted. I
consider Mr. Joe Worsley, whom I
last employed from that college, as
one of the ffinest stenographers in the
State.”
Mr. Anderson has a national repu
tation for training young men and
young women to do the highest class
of work. He has no patience with
the cheap-John classes, but believes
in doing things right. He says he
would rather credit a student for tui
tion until after he trains him and
puts him to work than to cripple him
with half-training for the cash.
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TRIAL AND TRIUMPH
(Continued "From Page Three)
When at last, she rose from her
knees the only sign of the storm that
had shaken her soul was a marble
like paleness and a strange light in
her eyes, as of one whose vision had
been cleared to discern the purpose of
the Infinite.
When Sylvia returned, she saw with
keen relief, the calm, almost smiling
face.
“We must hurry back, dear child,
and go with them to church. “I am
going,” Faith said.
“You? Oh, Faith, don’t Go! It will
be too hard for you. You will betray
yourself.”
“No, I will not betray myself. You
need not fear for me. It is he; we
must think of Charley.” .
“Charley? What need is there of
any thought for him?”
“Oh, Sylvia, don’t you see? This
hasty marriage will be harshly criti
cised. People will say it is a rash
act. And they will say he has treated
me badly. Charley has so many
friends; he has been so noted for his
good sense and right feeling. We
must not do anything to make him
lose ground. Our staying away from
church on the day he marries will
make the talk worse. We must not
stay away; we must seem to counte
nance the marriage. It will be hard,
but life is full of hard things.”
Her lips quivered as she ended;
Sylvia threw her arms around her.
“Yes, I Will go,” she said. “Oh
Faith, he was not worthy of you! No
man is worthy of you!”
She was gone the next moment, and
Faith occupied herself with changing
her dress. She must divest herself of
this sombre frock and put on a wed
ding garment. In a little while the
change was effected. She had attir
ed herself in her best gown, a soft
The Clock That Struck 13 at Midnight
The following thrilling narrative ap
peared recently in The Southern Cross,
and is vouched for by the Rev. S. C.
Kent, a veteran Victorian clergyman,
who says that he heard the Rev. J.
Bounsall, of Ottery, St. Mary, Devon,
narrate the story at his own table, in
the year 1844, as having occurred in
Cornwall, where he had been a resi
dent.
When traveling in Palestine a few
years ago, we drove from Nazareth to
Tiberius, over a rough and rugged
road. During the drive, one of the
clergymen of the party told a story
of the providential way that an inno
cent man had been delivered from the
awful fate of a murderer.
It was about the midnight hour, in
the town of Plymouth, many years ago,
he said, when two men stood close to
the great clock of the town. It struck
the hour; both men heard it, and re
marked to each other that it had
struck thirteen times instead of twelve.
One of these men was a gentleman by
the name of Captain Jarvis.
It was not very long afterward that
this same Captain Jarvis awoke very
early one morning, got up, dressed,
and went down to the front door of
his house. When he opened it, what
was his surprise to find his groom
standing there, with his horse saddled
and bridled, ready for him to mount.
“I had a feeling that you would be
wanting your horse, sir,” he said, “so
I could not stay longer in my bed, and
just got it ready for you!”
The captain was astonished at first,
and then mounted the horse and rode
off. He did not direct his steed where
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silk of a pale gray color with an un
der tone of rose, just a faint hint that
was emphasized by a knot of gray
and pink ribbons at her throat, and
by the pink and silver colored plumes
in her gray hat.
Claude in his fanciful way, called
this Faith’s daybreak dress, and de
clared when she had it on she looked
•like a summer dawn or a rosebush in
a mist. It was also Charley’s favor
ite among the gowns of his sweet
heart’s simple wardrobe. She recalled
his praises when she had worn it last.
It was then he had given her the
ring which he said accorded so well
with the dress, a gold circlet, set with
an opal and three pink pearls. It had
been his mother’s engagement ring,
and she knew he held it sacred.
She took the ring from hei* finger.
She must not keep it. It would be
better if she had no reminder of him,
she said to herself. But how could
that be? Everywhere she looked there
were reminders of him. It was Char
ley who had put up her book-shelves.
It was Charley who had hung her pic
tures. He had repaired her writing
desk; he had given her ferns and her
canary; he had laid off her flower
yard and had helped her plant it in
the afternoons after her school duties
were over for the day.
She wished it were school time now
instead of vacation, that she might be
constantly busy with no time for
thought. But she would be thinking
of him every afternoon as it neared
the hour for dismissing school. So
often he came to walk home with her,
or to drive her behind the ponies,
which he had told her were hers.
Oh! her life was so interwoven with
his, how could the threads be sepa
rated now?
(To be continued.)
to go, but just let him go wherever
he chose. Down to the riverside they
went, close to the spot where the fer
ry-boat took passengers across. What,
then, was the captain’s amazement
when he saw the ferryman there, wait
ing with his boat to ferry him across
—at that early hour.
“Hm are you here so early, my
man?” he inquired at once.
“I couldn’t rest in my bed, sir, for
I had a feeling I was wanted to ferry
some one across.”
The captain and horse both got into
the boat, and were safely conveyed to
the other side.
Again the horse was given his own
way as to where he should go. On and
on they went, until at length they
came to a large country town.
The captain asked a passer by if
there was anything of interest going
on in the town.
“No, sir; nothing but the trial of a
man for murder.”
The captain rode to the place where
the trial was going on, dismounted,
and entered the building. As he walk
ed in, he heard the judge say, address
ing the prisoner: “Have you anything
to say for yourself—anything at all?”
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“I have nothing to say, sir, except
that I am an innocent man, and that
there is only one man in all the world
who could prove my innocence; but I
do not know his name, nor where he
lives. Some weeks ago we stood to
gether in the town of Plymouth when
it was midnight, and we both heard
the great town clock strike thirteen,
instead of twelve, and remarked it to
one another. If he were here, he could
speak for me, but my case is hopeless,
as I can not get him.”
“I am here! I am here!” shouted
the captain, from behind. “I was the
man who stood at midnight beside the
great Plymouth clock, and heard it
strike thirteen, instead of twelve.
What the prisoner says is absolutely
true; I identify him as the man. On
the night of the murder, at the very
time it was committed, that man was
with me, at Plymouth, and we remark
ed to each other how remarkable it
was that the clock should strike thir
teen at the midnight hour.”
The condemned man was thus prov
ed innocent, and was at once set free.
Who can fail to see the hand of a
gracious God in this story? In the first
place, who arranged that those two
men should meet exactly at the same
time that night? Who wakened the
captain at that very early hour that
summer morning? Who caused him
to go down-stairs to the front door?
Who weakened the groom and gave him
no rest until he saddled his master’s
horse and took it to the front of the
house? Who guided the horse, which
his master would not guide, till they
came to the river where the ferry-boat
was? Who wakened the ferryman and
sent him down to the river’s side? And
who guided man and horse to take the
road that led to the town where the
condemned man was being tried for
murder, although perfectly innocent?
And, lastly, who influenced the captain
to go into the building and hear the
trial at the very most opportune mo
ment he could possibly have appeared ?
It- was the great, all-kind, all-merci
ful, all-powerful One, who knew the
terrible straits that poor prisoner
would be in, and prepared a wender
ful deliverance!
We do not know the after life of that
man, but we can well believe that he
