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pleasant Fields of Holy Writ
seen and heard, and explanations of the
symbolism of the stars and lamp stands.
THE TEACHER’S LANTERN.
Prepared message always comes to pre
pared person. It was no accident that
this man had this vision. By a long
course of schooling, to which he sub
mitted intelligently, he became singularly
open to the divine.
By the same process he was prepared
to transmit what he received. He proved
a faithful witness.
Revelation is the normal end of the
New Testament. Gospels are a fourfold
biography of Jesus. Acts is the photo
graph of the apostolic church. Epis
tles are the indoctrination of that
church. Revelation opens the vista of
the future, pictures Jesus triumphant.
Thus, in spite of its composite author
ship and variant form, the New Testa
ment keeps its unity.
The Apocalypse has been aptly called
a "tract for bad times." It was writ
ten in an age of persecution and im
pending cataclysms. Its purpose was
to assure foreboding minds of ultimate
victory in spite of current contradictions.
Some have hesitated to believe that
the author of Revelation and the gos
pel and the epistles of John can be one
and the same person. The latter are
in pure Greek, while the former Is He
braized. It has been aptly suggested
that in Revelation John returns to the
style of his youth before it became
softened by Greek culture. It is also
in, perhaps, unconscious imitation of
the style of the prophets.
As a piece of literature. Revelation
has a unique beauty and value, and
Save for my daily range
Among the pleasant fields of Holy Writ.
I might despair.
—TENNYSON.
Commentary on the International Sunday-School Lesson
Second Quarter. Lesson XL Rev. i, 10-20. June 11, 1905.
THE MESSAGE OF THE RISEN
CHRIST.
HE Book of Revelation is
the clasp of the whole vol
ume—a clasp made of gold
from the street of the New
Jerusalem, studded wi'th
jewels from its walls, and
graven with the mystic
emblems of beasts and eld
ers. The position it holds
In the sacred canon Is evi
dently the very one In
spiration designed it
should occupy. The iaet
book corresponds to the
first with its paradise, tree and river.
And .the beatitude upon the reader is not
for the one who peruses Revelation only,
hut the -whole volume. The curse upon
<the one w ho adds to or detracts from
refers not to the Apocalypse alone, hut
to the entire Scripture. Thus Revela
tion binds the volume together.
The place of Its composition was prev
iously so obscure that the writer must
needs inform the earliest readers that
Patinos i an island. But ever since that
Aegean rock which served the last seer
as g. watch-tower from which to view
the double panorama, celestial and ter-
restial. has been covered with a "solemn
g 1 1 ■ 1 person of the composer, too,
has a fascinating charm. "The Thunder
er.' and yet "the beloved disciple;" the
last link between the apostolic and post-
epostolic age; all his associates in the
college of the apostles dead, and that,
too, by violence; he, in age and feeble
ness extreme, an exile by the cruelty
of Dom-tian, possibly a common laborer
,n thp Quarry—such a one on the Bord's
da;., caught up into the Lord's presence
In the third heaven, and not. like Paul,
reticent as to what he saw,’but "forc-
• g and torturing language to express
his colossal conceptions in the grandest
snd most energetic forms."
T-.e Ohristophany, of course, eclipsed
si. the rest of the book, crowded though
it .s with dazzling wonders. John taxes
human language to the uttermost In his
attempted portraiture of the glorified
person of Jesus Christ. He lays color
to color, adds jewel to jewel. Never aid
painter, w hether with pigment or word,
have such a study. The Lord of life
and glory deigns to give His disciple
“a sitting." The Ohristophany was mer
cifully gradual. Mortal eye could not
have supported it had it been instan
taneous. It was announced by a trum
pet voice, the greatness and unearthll-
ness of which prepared the revelator for
something supernatural; a voice that
charged him to be as alert as a modern
s-enographer in taking down what he
saw and heard. When he turned to look,
his eyes were further schooled to splendor
by seeing only certain subsidiary objects.
The seven golden lampstands all ablaze
was a goodly enough sight in Itself.
They represent the ivehide - through
which God shines—Hia churches; golden,
to show he prizes them; separ to to sug
gest their autonomy; seven of them, to
represent the whole church. The eye
of rapt exile passes slowly from the
shining candelabra to the more than re
gal form, the glorified person of Jesus
Christ as it gradually materializes. Even
here the apostle passes from the acces
sory to the principal, from the clothing to j God as represented by the churches.—
the person. You have seen the gown i Lange. Son of man: Saw a human being,
woven out of spun glass. This- glorious I —Camb. Bib. A garment to foot: A cloak
sacerdotal robe was woven out of sun-1 of dignity.—Ibid. His hairs: Since that,
beams. Not, as on Hermon’s sacred j according to Oriental Ideas, was the es-
height. for a moment, but forever His | pecial representation of his dignity.—
ra'ment continues white as the light, j Lange. Out of His mouth: Symbolically
The regal golden girdle high above his pregnant. Expressive of the fact that
breast "braces the frame together and 1 Christ overcame the world with His Word
symbolizes collected powers." The gtr- j as with a two-edged sword.—Ibid. This
die also so placed disposes the gar- j description of the glorified Lord sublime
meat for "cairn, majestic movement." j as a purely mental conception, but intol-
Like Aaron's robe and girdle, these, too. \ erable if we were to give it an out-
The Chronicles of Lynn *9
(A Composite Story.)
CHAPTER I.
SADIE’S DISSAPPEARANCE.
The Village Improvement Society met
this afternoon at the pretty cottage home
of Mrs. Marian Hearst, widow of an ec
centric land speculator, who was sup
posed to have hoarded much money,
which, however, could not be found after
his sudden death.
The ways and means committee report
ed that in order to raise funds to improve
the grounds about the churches, they had
accepted the offer of the Lynn Amateur
Dramatic Club to give a performance at
tlie town hall. Over tea and wafers—
(Mrs. Hearst was famous for her crisp
wafers)—it was decided that Howell's
amusing comedietta, "The Mouse Trap,"
should be the play given, rather than
Tennyson’s exquisite little drama, "The
Falcon;” because the comedy would
please the majority best.
“If only Sadie Elkin were with us,” ex
claimed Madge Woodberry, a tall, grace
ful girl, president of the Dramatic Club.
“Nobody could enter into a play like
Sadie. She was a born actress”.
“Poor Sadie,” sighed Violet Fane, her
blue eyes clouding. “If only we knew
what had become of her!”
“Is she not dead?” asked Miss Graves,
the new music teacher of the Lynn Aca
demy. "I have been very busy during
the two days I have been nere, but I
have several times caught the name ‘Sa
die, Hikin' spoken so solemnly that I
Imagined she must be a favorite young
woman, who had recently died.”
"She Is not dead that we know; but
she disappeared a few weeks ago, and
no trace of her has been found."
"Did she disappear in the night?"
"No; it was hardly dusk when she said
goodbye to Miss Osborne’s grrls who hal
been helping her make a dress, and start
ed to go home, which was only a few
hundred yards distant. She had to pass
one house, then a vacant wooded lot and
a walled garden, then turn a corner and
pass two more houses before reaching
Mrs. Somers' home, where she was liv-
has been highly praised. "The last book : j n g. As she was passing the first
of grace. Gregory. "It has as many ! house, she spoke to some girls on the
nvystertos as words; all praise falls j veranda, and that was the last time she
short of its merits."—Jerome. Viewed as
a work of descriptive art, it is congruous
and esthetically magnificent.—'Wheedon.
This book belongs peculiarly' to those
who are under the cross. It was given
to a banished man, and men in afflic
tion understand and relish it,—Wesley.
Given to the world at such at time. It
must have attracted attention. It was
written by the sole survivor of the apos
tles, and sketched the programme for the
Church at the very moment when the
church was bitterly in need of something
definite and authoritative.
MOSAIC FROM HE COMMENTARIES
In the Spirit: Transported out of every
day consciousness and placed in the con
dition of prophetic ecstaey.—Lange.
Caught into a state of spiritual rapture.
—Camb. Bib. I came to be in a state
of ecstaey capable of receiving revela
tions—Pulpit Com. Lord's-day: Our Sab-
was seen!"
"The last time unless Sol Biddle really
saw Sadie talking to Nick at the edge of
the woods lot and near Mrs. Dunn’s gar
den. Sol declares he saw her there at
dusk that evening.’’
"Well. Sol sometimes stumbles on the
truth. Sol Biddle irt one of our village char
acters.” "Miss Graves." said Mrs. Hearst,
"he is a crank of the first water, but with
a streak of genius In him—particularly as
to music. Nick is an old fellow, half
tramp, half hermit, who sometimes oc
cupies a hut In the woods out of town
and lives by fishing and nunting. Sadie
was good to Nick when he was sick, and
he seemed gratefully attached to her af
terwards. But Sol Biddle has taken It
into his cracked head that Nick was
hired by Miss Sallie Dunn to kill or
carry off Sadie, because she stood in the
way of Dr. Somers proposing to Miss
Sally’s sister, Juliette. He declares that
one day, when he was setting down to
baths should be islands of light and joy ! of „ Dimn's garden
J y wall, he heard Miss Sally talking to her
self inside the garden, »nd declaring that
in God's presence.—Beecher. Term used
here for the first time.—Camb. Bib. Heard
behind me: Represents utter unexpected
ness and surprisingness of the Divine
voice.—Lange. Alpha and Omega: A and
E, and, of course all the letters between.
—Holmes. Write into a book: Twelve
times St John reminds, us th t he writes
this book by Divine command.—Pulpit
Com. Ephesus, Smyrna, etc.: Seven cities
enumerated in the order in which a trav
eler on a circuit would visit them.—Camb.
Bib. Seven candlesticks (lamp-stands).
First things seen, for whole Apocalypse
Sadie Elkin shouldn't long stand In the
way of her darling Juliette’s happiness."
"And where Is this Nick of the woods’”
asked Miss Graves.
"Well, he has disappeared. too. but
this is not strange, as ne often went
away suddenly land as suddenly reap
peared."
Isn t ft possible that ffadie ran away
with a lover to get married ?*•
"No. Indeed." returned Madge. "Sadie
had hut one lover—and Harry Bnseom
poor fellow, is nearly distracted ani is
leading in the search for her here. No.
Sadie had no repson t! run away to
treats of the future of the kingdom of I marry. She is her own mistress. She
is an orphan. Her cousin, and guard-
isn Mr. John Somers—died tjvo years ag >.
She was stil! living at his home with his
Wife and her adopted daughter and her
son. Dr. Hugh Somers, who was
abroad when Sadie disappeared. He was
are "for glory and beautv ”
And now John dares glance at Jesus'
brow. He admires the coronal glory.
Any modern electrical display would
fade before it. as the stars do when the
sun rises. It is a dazzling silvery white
ness, as white fleece, sparkling as the
snow does when the sun sets its
tiny stars ablaze The large
trous eyes are all aflame, not in wrath, in this new section of the New Tester
but with divine genius. His bare feet Jnent js that talismanic om-Rome! Paul
fairly gleam like metal at white heat, i , , , , , , , , .
tji j _ ... was the strategist; he had his eye on
and Tils voice resounds like the multi- I
tudinous waves even then pounding on *be golden mile-stone. He knew that
the rock girt isle. In the palm of His j the gospel preached there would quickly
outstretched right hand lies a chaplet i course its way to the outmost limits of
of seven stars—signifying that each i the empire. He cries with apostolic cour-
church and the whole church is in Tils , age, “My side is ready to preach in
keeping. Whendon suggests that the Rome.” If anywhere in the world ne
sword from the mouth is "not a stiff, would need to feel ashamed of and make
steel fixture, but IJis divine and power- apology for the gospel it would be at that
ful breath making itself, as it were, visi- highest throne of heathen power, learning
ble." The tout ensemble is as the sun an( j wealth. But It Is as if be threw
in the meridian, unobscured by mist or himself against the cords that restrained
Claud.
Is Sadie's only relative—nof a near one-
just a third cousin, as we say. He ea-
b!ed back to his mother thtit she must
reward for information
about Sad:**—so S600 Is advertised as the
reuard for a knowledge of her where
abouts. It has brought a little swarm
of detectives and would be detectives and
reporters down upon our quiet little
CHRISTIAN ENDEAVOR AND EP- polit'im^nd wicked.. f There! T^on’tonean
ward form.—Trench.
(Copyright. Davis W. Clark.)
Sadie when she Is twenty-one years old.
She Is now 18. If she dies before she
reaches her majority, the money goes
to her nearest of kin—who is Dr. Hugh
Somers."
“Ah—Dr. Hugh Somers!" breathed Miss
Graves, her fine, pale face slightly flush
ing as she spoke the name. "Does Mr.
La Conte know of Sadie’s disappear
ance?” she asked.
"Oh, certainly," replied Madge. "Tile
newspapers have made it a great sen
sation. It is rumored that he Is much
wrought up about it, anq lias sent a
secret detective to Lynn to help find her.
The detective is here among us, unsus
pected. I wonder who lie is!”
"Or she—it may be a woman," re
turned Miss Graves. At the same Instant
her eyes—beautiful eyes, and called clair
voyant-rested on those of a quiet little
woman wiio had been Introduced to her
as Miss Pitts, who had lately opened a
milliner’s slurp in Lynn, and had brought
a church recommendation.
"Was Sadie Elkin happy in her rela
tive's home?” asked Miss Graves.
"She seemed to be, though of late she
was restless and acted a little queer.
Mrs. Somers was kind to her, and Mrs.
Somers’ step daughter, Lieanor, tlie
daughter of her first husband, seemed to
be greatly attached to her. She took
her disappearance much to heart.”
“She went into hysterics, but it was
just put on," declared Katie May.
“Eleanor Moss doesn't care Sir anybody
buL herself and Dr. Somers. She is in
fafuated with him, and furiously jealous
of everybody he speaks to.”
“My dear! My dear;’’ rebuked Mrs.
Neale, the stately, kindly president of the
society. “You are talking scandal—break
ing a rule of our society, and the far
higher rule of our Master, who said.
‘Judge not.’ I am sure you did not mean
to express yourself so strongly; but do
be more thouglitful. Do you want to
speak to me. llarry%” she broke off.
looking toward the door.
AH eyes followed hers and took in the
slender figu* and handsome boyish face
of a young man who stood In the door
way smiling, hat in hand. Harry Vaughn
was a favorite with all, because of his
genial, obliging nature. There was a
universal regret that he drank; his in
dulgence in this respect had cost him
dearly, only a week before Violet Fane
had broken her engagement to many
him because he had failed to keep his
promise of total abstinence. Inheriting
a love of liquor, there was so safety for
him but in obeying the mandate, “Touch
not, taste not."
"Ladies," ho said, “pardon me for in
truding, but I thought it would Interest
you to know what our home enterprise
is effecting. Mr. Solomon Biddle. Is hay-
in the pond at the foot of I.VIiss Dunn s
garden dragged, and he has high ex
pectations that the result will crown
him with fame as a second Conan Doyle."
“Having Lily pond dragged for Sadie's
body! 'It will kill those two poor women.
How did Sol Biddle dare do such a
thing? It Is private inclosed property—
and the idea is absurd.”
“He has a warrant for it. Absurd as
it seems, a .ground for a search warrant
has been given. Old Mr. Clay, who has
been sick for several weeks, now comes
out with the story that when he was
going home late on the dark night that
Sadie disappeared, as he was passing
Miss Dunn's garden he, heard a noise
inside the high walls, and looking over,
he saw two women, their forms dimly
outlined In the darkness, come down to
the pond and put something heavy ib the
skiff, and then get In and row to the
middle of the pond, where they stopped
and lowered something carefully into the
water. One of the women was crying,
and he heard Miss Sally’s voice say in
a low tone: ‘Hush, darling; it will never
be found; no one will ever know.’
“That was mysterious, but, of course.
It was not poor Sadie's body, or any
portion of it, that those two timid old
maids sunk In the little pond. 1 should
like to know what It was. Perhaps—"
A rustling of the vines caused her to
stop and look at the open window. A
man's hand was pulling aside tiie jessa
mine sprays and Immediately a head
covered with short blonde curls appeared
above the window casement. It was
Howard Croom. the champion pitcher of
the Lynn baseball nine, and the star of
the amateur dramatic company.
“It is found!” he uttered tragically.
“Lily pond has given up its secret!"
“What was it? Oh, what was it?
chorused half a dozen excitill voices.
He swung himself up and took a seat
in the window.
"Picture the scene," he said. ' Violet-
bordered lily pond, in this domain sa
cred to shy splnsterhood, desecrated by
Household Letters
CONTINUED FROM SIXTH PAGE.
A NEW EXPERIENCE.
Yes, 1 would turn highwayman, and
“hold him up,” and see how things
would go. He was my friend, my room
mate, but the deed must be done.
I knew that, on a special night, he
always visited a certain young lady,
so that was my opportunity, and 1 de
termined to profit by it.
The night came, dark and lowering,
my heart almost misgave me as 1 stood
in that .gloomy lane, and waited lor
my friend This first attempt made me
feel horrible. How did highwaymen ever
get their courage up to commit such dar
ing. deeds ?
Ah, a familiar step; my heart beat
like a. sledge hammer. Nearer and near
er came the steps, the echo seemed to
me to reach for miles. Must the deed be
done? Had I not better fall down in
the shadow and let Tom pass? No. I
must not be a coward.
"Halt!” I screamed, much too loud,
I knew, and, drawing out my weapon,
I clicked it significantly. Tom stopped
at once.
"Hold up your hands!" I again com
manded. Tom’s hands went up in the
air like double-action springs, and tlie
following conversation ensue.d:
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a gruff voice. "Into some mischief. I’ll
warrant."
"No. sir; no. I have just been to
take a young lady home."
“I don’t believe it. but if you have, tell
me her name. Keep those hands up."
Hands up stiff and straight.
“Yes, sir. I’ll tell her name; Miss
Callie Burnes.”
"How old is she?”
"Oh, say, mister, that is a. hard
question; but she told me she was 16.”
“Well, don't you always have to go
by what they tell you?"
"Yes, sir.”
"Huw much money have you? Hull
out!”
“Not a red cent, mister," joyfully
dropping his hands and turning his
rockets.
"Out with a young lady, and no money
in your pocket! Suppose she had want
ed some chewing gum?”
Nol waiting for this question to bo
answered, I proceeded, getting braver:
Well, as you have no money,” 1 con
tinued, "just drop that coat and hat
and run. Y/hen I say run, I mean
run for life,” and I again click-clicked
that weapon.
The coat came off in a. flash, ana the
hat followed, he dropped them on the
ground and started on a drjblo-quick,
trying to look back at every step. I
veiled. "Faster!” with another click, ar.d
that boy sure flew.
I gathered up the articles, and. tak
ing a short cut through, I ran like
Tam O’Shanter’s goblins were after me,
and just beat Tom to the boarding
house by about one little minute. I
placed the coat and hat on the bed,
where I knew he would see them, and
seated myself at the typewriter.
Yes. it was just me "holding up” Tom
for fun, as he had always braggingly
said :
"No robber could ever make me hold
up hands, or 'shell out.’ ”
My dangerous, noisy weapon was an
old barlow knife, which could beat ma
calling chickens.
When Tom reached the house, lie
rushed into the room, breathless and ex
cited. hatless and coatless, bolting up
to me, he said, in a scared whisper:
"Oil, Ike. there was a highwayman
down—!” He slopped short, and gazed
thunderstruck at his mat and hat on
the bed- He stood perfectly still for a
mnute, gazing at his possessions dis
played before him, and then, in a flash,
it all came to him, and, rushing at me.
he beat me in the back until I thought
he would break every hone In it. while
T laughed as I never did before. All he
said was:
"Oh. you rascal! T thought that old
voice sounded awful familiar that ‘held
me up.' but where is that pistol?"
T brought to light the old barlow.
Next morning, when he came down to
breakfast, T had the boys posted, and
when he came In sight, every hand went
up. But that old boy will get even with
me yet.
IKE N. HEARTS ILL.
Weatherford, Tex.
‘Where have you been?" I led off, in j. 1 ’" at the box trying to reach the wa-
. ... ter with her tongue.
As I turn homeward that ball of fire
hanging above the horizon sends burn-
mg streamers as om white hot iron.
But look! Yonder in tlie southwest is
a little cloud. It thickens and spreads
to the sunset, 'and when I get home
tlie rain streaks are marking the cloud.
Spat! A great drop strikes the win
dow. Then another and (another, and
now It is raining in earnest. Tlie peo
ple of a town never went to bed hap
pier. Dot, alas! the patter on the roof
changed to the pour of a torrent. It
continued until midnight, and above the
noise of beating on thu' roof, arose the
roar of many waters; and piercing the
performed, would bring more happines*
titan ever came to that bird in a gilded
cage—a woman who gave herself to a
man whose money was all she cared
for.
F. L. Orton, come again. I love to
read your letters, though, mind, your
views axe not mine. 1 can dearly love
a sensible, amiable girl; in fact, it is
in me to love intensely, but if all girls
were of the same mind as Mjss Marie
Edna, It would be a big waste of af
fection, since bank notes with me are
as scarce as hen’s teeth. But I don’t
mind work, and I have lots of ambi
tion. I set my aim high, if I never
loach it. My path shall be onward and
dreadful bass of the’ flood,*"comes the I upward. I live in a good, old-fashioned
frantic warming clang of the firebell. I home in Tennessee, where T drink pure
The dry creek, had become a raging
river; cattle and horses were going down
before its fury.
Brave deeds were done that night. One
man swam his horse three times through
the sweeping current and rescued three
women from the second story; tlie last
just as the house went to pieces. A
German family, only a few weeks from
tlie fatherland, occupied a small cot
tage near the creek. - ljx> late they
awoke to the danger. The treacherous
stream crept upon them unawares and
cut them off from rescue, a great swirl
suiked the house into the current, and
one from the bank, by the light of a
lump shining through a window, got a
glimpse of father, mother and five chil
dren clinging to one another and calliing
for help. The building collapsed against
a bridge and all perished.
The village of eighteen years ago lias
grown to a town of 15.000. How soon
people for.get! Houses have multiplied
along that same creek. On the thir
teenth of this month of May. it rained,
it had been raining most of the time since
Christmas, but on that day it poured, in
two hours, water from tive to ten feet
deep swei** the lower streets. Many
houses were wrecked and a score more
washed from their foundations. Happen
ing in the day time, no lives were lost.
Yesterday was Sunday and. it ravni'd
again. That, however, is not remark
able. Rain Is not now a phenomenen
here; but the hail that preceded was
out of the usual order. I sat reading
while a cloud with a great roaring ap
proached from the west. —
In Paris when his mother falter a week’s ! a motley crowd of whites and clacks—
delay) cabled to him anout Sadie. Thev I n ' f n an<1 women - l and 1 . a °f* rl ^ t
are looking for him now- everv day He : 0 li!tle distance, partly behind the shrub-
’ ” - ■ ... j, er y > the two suspected sisters, pule ana
trembling. Two men in the little boat
dragging the bottom of the pond, wit a
Sol Biddle directing, proudly confident
of success, fame and the S600 reward.
The drag hooks catch upon something
heavy. It is pulled up and proves to
be a box. The box is opened, and a
sickening odor confirms the suspicion of
the excited lookers on. The wrappings
WORTH LEAGUE TOPICS—JUNE ! to m ike light of Sadie’s disappoanonTe.'
11. 1905 l T think but that sheds living ami
* * | iro shall see her again M
NOT ASHAMED OF THE GOSPEL. “Of course we shall/' rrpoke up Kate
is myriad The very location of the Epistle is sig- 'tay. a vivacious brunette. "I feel it in
and lus- ; nificant. The first name to greet the eye j tT'„J,’^ old Reror says, that Sadie
al! right Besides, Madame Blanche
toe clairvoyant, said s.,. An d Madame
Blanche knows—somehow; for didn't she
tell about Silene Durant!’ -leaning to the
girl next her and lowering her voice—
'didn’t she ten that Silene would neve-
marry RichnrdBlount: hut that she would
have the offer of a rich eity man. and
directly afterwards Silene met ,Tud™
Waldron—and he— ,r
"Hush!" interrupted her friend. “Silene
i^about to tel! the stofy or Sadie’s earl
THE GREAT TARPON— (But the Big
gest Fish are Heard of in the Club
Rooms.)
I've been taking snap shots today at
some of our finny tribes. A party of
three from Ocala came here fishing and
in two days landed six tarpons. The
smallest tarpon weighed 96 pounds and
the largest 197 1-2 pounds. How would
you all like one of these big fellows
baked for dinner? Ugh! they're no good
eating, so do not get envious. All they
are good for is to furnish sport for
fishermen and then, mounted, decorate
some bouton club room. The scales are
large, of course, and are nice for souve
nir curds. Tourists who belong to fish
ing clubs sometimes give swell fish din
ners and have tlie menu printed on tar
pon scales.
The most practical use that is made
of the tarpon is when lie furnishes ma
terial for anecdote to be told by the
Isaak Waltons. Ht has a wonderful
euius for expanding, and the deader
water and breathe sweet, wholesome air.
I have not much of this world’s goods,
but I trust some day to live Jiere con
tented and happy with some sweet wom
an as a companion and helper, who has
married me for myself and not for
money. With love to all.
BEN.
MY LADY _ BLANCHE.
They calle?" 'Tor ’’Blanche,“ which sig
nifies.
In our blunt English “white.”
And she fs white of face as stars
That blossom in the night.
And she is white of soul as are
The water lilies sweet,
That drift upon some tranquil tide.
Where earth and heaven meet
Blanche! Blanche! I see it everywhere—
That most delightful name;
Traced on the waters and the air
In characters of flame.
The swallow speaks it when he flies.
The south-wind when it blows,
And like perfume it lingers in
The red heart of the rose.
Today as through the woods I walked.
With only God to see.
I pau.sed to carve that fairest name
Upon a -.wayside tree.
And when in Paradise I walk.
Upon some blossomed branch
Of Life's fair tree I hope to see
The angel name of Blanche!
—ARTHUR GOOTENOUGH.
Bang! Some- i
th.ng hit the house like a heavy stone. UNCLE NED SELLING “GREENS.”
, Pa ' ste r an <? f a3ter - ! My Uncle Ned is a U-arncd scholar.
Book what big stones." cried one of , ' - , ... „
the children. Sure enough, they were j°^ so a good gardener with a lucrati .
bounding over the yard and rattling on [ patronage in the neighborhood. He Is
toe roof in a hurry, with a thunderous ! the queerest old fellow that ever lived
‘bang 1 'at quick intervals. Then the j an(J ) ins the oddest way of imparting
big stones began coming Horses . r .
especially were mad with fright. Run as ! knowledge, of which he has a perfect
they would, they could not escape the ! store house on every imaginable ub-
stones. Now it looked like a shower ! ject, regardless whether or not liis ’is-
„F en + T hea u changed to goose j teners are able to comprehend what he
eggs. When the largest would strike |, . . ,
the house it sounded like a stroke from I ls talking about.
a siedge hammer. One stone went ] Some little time ago I was treated to
tocough the boxing of a neighbor's | this little comedv between him and two
house. After it was over the ground of h{s cus tomers.
looked exactly like it had been strewn | ' ' ' — , ,. . . ,
with hen eggs, with a numerous scat- ! Scene Uncle Ned seated on me \e-
tering of goose eggs among them. The I ronda (screened by vines). Two negro
children gathered buckets full and made j women at the gate 50 yards away, want-
ice cream.
in presence of the stupendous forces
of the physical world tke Hebrew faith
whispers: “Be still and know that I tun
God.” The heathen falters “Nemesis.”
The skeptic shudders, ‘‘Natural law."
fake your choice, but all alike recog
nize a force that awes und that baffles
analysis.
SENEX.
Texas, May 22.
of old cloth are unwound, and there
is revealed the body of a—bi * tom cat!
“ ‘It’s my cat; it's my Romulus!’
shrieked old Mrs. Olbritten. ‘I knew
old Sally Dunn kiled him! She paid he
nte her chickens; 1 never believed it. ! he is tlie larger lie grows. Husband i
Tie was the finest cat in the county. I'll | mounting one now, and tlie possibilities
prosecate her, as sure as my name’s j for the future of that big fish after tie
Nancy Olbritten.’ j gets to a New York club room would
"I went with the reporter of The j make Ananias weep because of his own
News to interview the Misses Dunn, j lack of nerve. Queer fish, are those
Miss Sally, trembling all over, said: j tarpons.
“ ‘Yes. I killed him. I caught him I F. L. Orton, you keep us guessing as
eating Juliet's canary. He had eaten [ to what sort of a fellow you are, any-
dozens of our little chickens. I knocked i way. Are you a man of moods or just
him down with the pokei\ I did not a mixture of saint and sinner, like us
mean to kill him. TVe put him in the other common mortals? Of course, you
3 | pond, because I kne-w how violent Mrs. show us the saintly side of yourself, but
' i Olbritten was. Now, she. will prosecute —well, I don't know. One question I
us, but Juliet shan’t be brought into [ would like to ask you: Why did you
the deed: I am alone to j let that altogether perfect woman, the
?as the first thing 1 ever
killed. I am miserable and disgraced.’
DRIFTING,
My boat is drifting—drifting
Like a swan at rest;
The sullen clouds are rifting
Out in the goldem west.
And up the mists are lifting
Above the river’s breast.
The vines are creeping—clinging
Along the sunny shore,
The belts of home are ringing
The merry peals of yore.
And, like toe birds. I’m singing.
For Love is at the oar.
My boat is ever going
To tlie windward or to lee.
Old Father Time is rowing
Impatient for tlie sea,
Tlie chilly blast is blowing.
But. Love is near to me.
SILENCE.
Mrs. Hearst had appealed to Silene ! court I did
Durant to tell Miss Graves about Sa- j blame. It ws
, I killed. I am i
1SS A: ,iraT “ ' s our poet and storv , “ ‘Poor soul. I will go and comfort
■* «*• *•**> —»" •>» i i'i”' SI MStaraS
01 heaven, eartn and hell, now' fully de- ! ancient -world do not daunt him. He be- 5as told me she was wrifinsr Sa. walked beside Silene Durant, but he
veloped, was of insufferable majesty. A
ancient
, lieved himself to possess the sovereign
nearly sixty years before, on the Mount > i ja ] n) f or the universal malady, and was
of Transfiguration, so again, John falls | Jn haste to apply it.
like one dead. But the majestic figure '
bends over the benumbed disciple, and the
gentle voice he was wont to hear beside
the sea calls him back to consciousness
with its familiar cadence. "Fear not.
and its identification of Himself with the
Messiah, and the affirmation of His
- rnity and His sovereignty over death
• AUTHORITY.
(From Puck.)
“Who is the chap over there who asserts
thait the rich are getting poorer and the
poor richer?"
"That’s old Spuds; two of his daugh-
and the under-world. Directtins follbw i ters have just married foreign noble,
as to the immediate record of the things I men."
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.. . — -'as writing Sa
file s romantic story tor Lippincott ’’
Not Sadie’s story, Mrs. He-nrst.” re
turned the girl, her dark brilliant eves
growing soft. "I could not write for
publication about Sadie. Mrs. Dawson
1s the lady who can best tell you the
pathetic story of Sadie’s parents. She
knew them well, lived near them in tbe
city when Sadie was a child."
"Yes,” responded the white haired, (rts-
tinguished looking old lady to whom
Silen ihod turned. "I knew them well,
and they were a pair worth knowing’
Charley Elkin was a princely fellow, and
his wife was a beauty. In winning
her. he lost a friend—Maurice La Conte
was his rival. The two had been inti
mate friend*. Both had positions in (he
same bank, one as bookkeper, and the
other as cashier. Elkin’s success in
love made LaConte his secret enemy.
He kept up an appearance of friendship,
but those who knew him best said it
was a disguise for bitter hatred All
went smoothly, however, for
walked beside Bilene Durant, but he
lost his gay spirits op learning that
Judge YTaidren was going to drive down
from the eity to take her to tne pic
nic tomorow. TTarry Vaughn eyed Vio
let wisrtfuly, but he did not approach
h.er.
That night. Miss Graves wrote in her
diary:
“He will come tomorrow. How shall
-ne meet? Tt is probable he will not
recognize me. A gulf lies between seven
teen and twenty-seven. I shall neith
er seek nor avoid him. T have been
tod by the hand of fate. I had no idea
this pined was his home. He has been
summoned from .abroad by a strange
occurence. A girl of whom be was
the guardian has disappeared. Tt seem
likely she Is dead. Her death would
add a large sum to his fortune. The
vfilage is excited over her disappear
ance, yet no one seems to suspect it
may be through his instrumentality.
This speaks well for him. and I am
years, i glad. I am very lonely tonight. I miss
Charley was a. favorite in the bank, and my little darling. I can not bear to be
had a chance of becoming president when I separated from her long,
the venerable head of the firm should ! Miss Pitts, the new milliner, when
resign or die. One day a dreadful thing 1 in her room at the back of ^ier shop,
occurred—tlie bank waa robbed of a jotted dowrn a few lines in her mem-
largo amount. Circumstances seemed to j orandum book before she lay down in
fasten the deed upon Chariey Elkin. He her little white bed.
was tried and convicted. A second trial j "Mem.: Go to see Mrs'. Somers to-
was applied tor. but before it was grant- ! morrow. Make pretext to see lier step-
»*i Elkin had made his escape. He tvas j daughter, Eleanor Moss. Try to get
recaptured by means of the telegraph In j in with this Eleanor; watch her move-
Norfolk. and the sheriff and an assist- ! ments closely.
nnt went to get him, but he had died ! "Mem.: Go to Nick’s cabin. Find out
o” smallpox. His wife was heart- I all about him—and his habits that I
stricken. She lived only a year after I can.
his death. She left her child, Sadie, | “One item in fav'pr of her being
9 years o-ld. to Mr. John Somers. I alive is that when she disappeared she
her cousin, who had been brought up had on her best shoes and her new
with her in her home. Rp brought Sadie I dress.”
here and treated her ns his own child. I After scribbling Qiis. the little millined
until he died, two years ago. leaving ’ shut up the book with the prayer she
her to the care of his wife and his had said every night since she came to
son. Dr. Hugh Somers. I never believed Lynn:
Charley Elkin was guilty of the rob- j “Kind Lord, let me gain this reward
fiery. I think the chain of circumstances j that I may pay my dear one out of
that made so strongly against him was prison and t*k* him home with me.”
M. E. B
planned by an enemy. LaConte has look
ed like a haunted man ever since, and It
must have been due to him that Sadie
received a legacy of si5,000 from his A Pine Kidney Cure,
old maid sister, who lived with him and Mr. A. S. Hltohcock. East Hampton,
was depejndent on him. The legacy Conn, (the Clothier), says If any sufferer
was the effort of a remorseful man to from Kidney and Bladder troubles will
make amends for a wrong without con- | write him, he will, without charge, direct
fessing It. The money Is to bp paid them to tho perfect home cure he used.
nurse, slip away from you?
I see tfiat many of our Householders
are “literary aspirants.” I also notice
mention of The Editor, a magazine tor
writers. T have back numbers of sev
eral years. Each copy is a fund of
practical-help for beginners. As I have
no more need of them, any one who
has is welcome to them, not that “I
know all,” so don’t need these “helps.'’
T have rend, studied and learned them;
yes, and, like the littie bos - . I know bet
ter even though T do not do better, but
magazines, too good to throw away,
have a way of accumulating, and in
house cleaning time comes always the
cry: "Where shall we stack those maga
zines?"
Several times a year T get an orderly
spell on me, and determine to sort and
place eneli magazine where it belongs
on the shelves: Munsey to Munsey, Cos
mo to Cosmo. Strand to Strand and so
on, making, ns it were, "birds of a
feather to flock together.” When the
girls see this spell fairly developed they
say: "Mamma Isn’t now and will not
bo for a day or two at home to any
one the family or out of it.” A book
will happen to open, a forgotten illus
tration or title will enteh my eye. and
there T stay, gleaning stray bits of
pleasures from amid this chaos of the
chronicles of the past. Night comes,
and tiie books still lie there scattered on
the floor. T may manage to really sort
them tomorrow, next day or the day af
ter: it depends on how modestly thev
keep themselves shut up. Dear old
books. T love them all:
’Tis no! that genius can but adorn
The newest and up-to-date swell:
A hook whose cover is old and worn
Has often the best tale to tell.
MRS. GEORGE STRATNER.
Crystal River, Fla.
“WHAT HAS BEEN SHALL BE.”
(A Graphically Told Story.)
It was eighteen years ago. coming
August. No rain to count, for twenty-
four months. Wells had failed. Wagons
went five milrs to the "bole” In the dry
river for water. The creek that wound
through the village omitted dust Instead
of vapor, save here and there, where a
siepe moistened rue clay which was
trampled to mortar by stock maddened
with thirst. Poor cows moaned and
moistened their noses in this wind. The
steel blue glimmer of the furnace m-
diated from the sun scorched banks.
One more day of blazing August sun
was about to end. when I started on
ing to buy greens.
Women—Ha!
Uncle Ned hears, but pretends not to.
Women—Ha!
Uncle Ned looks up, then resumes
reading.
Women—Ha!!!
Uncle Ned—Ya there! What do you
want?
Women—Got any greens?
Uncle Ned (got a large patch and
anxious to sel!)—No.
The women, after looking askance at
the house, turn and start slowly away.
Uncle Ned continues to read half a
minute longer, then jumps up, comes
out in full view of the women and hails
them. After a pause he starts toward
them, stopping every little while to
prognosticate tho weather or to stoop
and examine botanically some little herb
he has picked up. When In 20 yards
of the women he stops, yawns and
scratches his stubby beard and again
asks what they want, and is told that
they are after greens. “Got any money?”
he asks. "Yessah; got 10 cents.”
Uncle Ned—That won't get many
greens! (After standing a little longer,
tells women to come on and starts to
ward the garden Half way to the gar
den he stops till the women catch up
and cracks a joke to them. They tom
their backs all abashed nnd “he! he!”
At the garden gate, hr stops and telD
more funny things, then enters
i and starts down by the end of the vege-
1 table rows.)
DON’T FORGET TO DO YOUR PART.
Bye Timothy's talk on the Baby Wite
was fine—it fairly vibrattxl with good
sense. It is an. old but faithful saying j £
that it Is not the house that makes th.=
home. A wife who knows nothin
good housekeeping ana the selfish, vain. — , .. , ,
wife who Is ready only to amuse her- L T nrIe T ^ _ l T Sf 1 * e
self, are alike painfully lacking in tho I J* r s»y Whitefield a specie of the Bras-
chief attributes—they make a woman a j ®'£ a olfTacea . natural order, cruciferac
true homekeeper. Indeed, one may well' , . are , distinguished by a. round and
aski Timothy's question} about either, ! tapering two valved silique. of which the
“Js she a wife at all?” valves have each only one strait dorsn’
And, after all, £>ye Timothy, it is love j 1-1,1 and lateral veins, globus seeds and
that counts. “If love is joined to good i coridupHeated cotyledons. from the
housekeeping (and it should be>. so ,, uve tranehuda, to which they am
much tlie better. But a wife who really | n ' an( h which in its habitat along
loves her husband wlli try hard to learn a, shores of tne Mediterranean, some
how to be everything needed to mat- attains a height of 10 feet,
ing home neat and comfortable. Love j " omen (heads jui one side in a wise,
is the best cure for selfishness, even it knowing way) I mph! Yessah.
Uncle Ned—That i\pil is too arenaceous
for potatoes. It permits evaporation by
capillary attraction too readily.
Women—Yessah. Truf, too
Uncle Ned—The foliage of those peas
is too yellow. They should be treated
with an .application of a hlghlv am-
monlated fertilizer so as to stimulate
the ehlorophlal action in the leaves
Women—Yessah. That's so.
takes. Sye Timothy, perhaps you are j ( T,, e "sallid” patch being reached,
not married. ?f you ever have a wife, i Uncle Ned begins cutting greens. The
be sure she loves you. then do your i younger of the two women accidently
part—be kind, loving and forbearing to I stops on the onion rows. Uncle Ned
her, and I am sure the novel will wait raises up. threatens knocking her in
until after .supper. Itioaa ' -
Volumes of advice have been written
en all phases of matrimony, yet each
one prefers to learn by his or her expe
rience. and G-od knows such learning
as that is sometimes painful. But
perhaps a few words from a sincere
heart may help .some one, and it Is with
this wish that I sign myself sincerely,
CHESLAH.
love itself may be selfish in a way
A mother's highest duty is to teach her
daughter to be a home-maker and a
.housekeeper. Ignorance of this may
cause much sorrow, but a devoted love
will help a skilful housewife to make
home an Eden, as It will Inspire an igno
rant one to work fi*rd and learn.
And this same love helps the husband
to l>e patient with a baby wife’s mis-
THE BIRD IN A GILDED CAGE.
Marie Edna, it is quite too late to
ask. “Did I do right?” when you have
“gone and done it," as the darkles say,
when you are fast pledged by the mar
riage vow to the man whom you mar
ried for his money. Did you tell him
before marriage why you accepted him,
Marie Edna? Now, I don’t believe you
did. Yes: it is too late now for you to
be told whether It was right or wrong
to marry for money, but It may be of
benefit to those who may think it would
be fine to follow your example, if we
say emphatically. “No! Tt Is not right to
marry just for money!” It Is unjust
to the man, and degrading to your
self. There are many young men in
the world who have very little money,
yet who. by their hands or their brains,
are competent to supnort themselves
and a family in a modest way. They
would be happier to have a wife and a
home, even if the home was a room or
two in a lodging house. The fact that
they were wo.rklng for 'those they loved
and who cared tor them would he a
stimulus and an inspiration to them
my sunset trip a mile up the creek, to j Together the man and his wife would
a little boxed up hole, where, slowly, /make and save money enough to bring
cup iby cup, I dipped out a bucket of ut their children. And work, seasoned
water for my horse. A cow was kneel- J with love and the sweet sense of duty |
head, then resumes his work, and ex-
piains scientific vegetable culture to bis
darkey customers, till they have their
gua.no sacks half full. When, with sev
oral enquiries from Uncle Ned u i
tlm health of the family of each and*?
cordial Invitation to call awin a
take their departure.) a,ral11 ' the *
pi ney woods tom.
Lost Heirs,
llZl i ?annn 1!Ued that lhere ara something
like 20,000 persons scattered throughout
toe United States who are entitled to
monies and lands now tied up in the jrmr-
! lsh . ^ ourt Chaucery owing to the
inability of lawyers to locate them Tho
great trouble is Dial English lawyers
m f ear< p^ n S for io st heirs almost in-
'” la . bly advertise for them In London or
Edinburgh newspapers; as these papers
are seldom seen in this country of course
the missing heir never knows of the
good fortune that is awaiting hl?n or
her, and thus the case drags along in
the courts for an Indefinite time. As an
aid to those Interested In chancery cases,
^ „ wl i° believe that they are entitled
to an Inheritance, an enterprising pub
lisher has prepared an authentic list of
persons who have been advertised for
during the past 150 years, and incluues
the famous Anneka Jantzes and Haarlem
estates. The list is a very long one and
not only gives the full name of the heir
that is being searched for, but also the
name and address of the attorney having
charge of the estate in chancery. Anv
person can secure a copy of this list by-
sending a 2-cent stamp to THE ROYAL
REGISTER, 14 Madison Square, N. X.
City.