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flic ittirntgoinerg Jtlomtar. ij. 6; Sd rrdN; Editor an 1 Prop'r. DR TMJAGE’S SERMON. HAKTYKSOF THE KITCHEN. Thi thirto'nth -cnnon of tho Rev. Dr. Tnt mft.c 's series on Ml “Marriage Ring; ’ I in tin' Bi-o iklvilTaber na -le. related to .'’Mrirtyi’s of tho K.iteheii,” aud wasdeliv eite 1 front ti> ‘ following text: "Lord, dost Thou not care that ray sister hath left me to s.o've alone. Bid her there fore that she help me.’’—St. Luke x., 40. The min s it said: \ < eider is a headtiful village homestead. The inn a of thl- hdiisi* iS dead and his widow ,7 ’ r 2? df the premises!. It is the widow vtdrtha of BeMi.-tuv: Yes, I will show yoti rtlsb the p.t of the household. It is Mary, tho Vhilngersister, withabooknuder herarm and ..her face no sign of care or anxiety about anything. Comi,any has come. Christ appearing at the outside of tho door makes some excitement inside the door. Ihe sifters set back the disarranged furniture and push back tho hair, and in a fla-h prepare to open the door. They do not keep Chiist wai iug outs de until they have rowly appareled themselves, or elaborately ar t angetl their tresses, and then with affected surpri.-e come out, and pretend not to have heard the two or three previous kmxkings, say: “Why, is thet yoh;” No: they were ladies, anil always preSentdbltS, although perhaps they had not on their best. None of us always have on nnr best; otherwise very soon our best would ]iot be worth having on. They throw open the door ami Christ. They say: “Good morning, Master, come in and bn seated. Christ brought a ‘company of friends with Him, and tho influx of so many city visitors, you do not wonder, threw tho country home into some perturbation. I suppose the walk from the cit}* had been a keen appetizer. The kitchen department that day was a very important department, and I think as soon as Martha had greeted her guests she went to that room. Mary had no anxiety about the dinner. She had full eonfidence that her sister Martlua could get up the bcs f dinner in Bethany, and sin* prac tically said: “Now let us have a division of la bor. Martha you cook ami I’ll set down nml l>e good; The same difference you now sometimes see between sisters. There is Martha, industrious, painstaking, a good manager, ever inventive ot some new pastry, discovering something in cookery or household affairs. Here is Mary, fond of conversation, literary, so full of ques tions of ethics she lias no time to discuss questions of household welfare. It is noon. Mary is in the parlor. Martini is in the kitchen. It would have been better for them to have divided the toil and then they could have divided the opportunity of listening to Christ. But Mary mono|iolizes Christ while Martha swelters before the fire. It was very important that they have a good dinner that day, for Christ was hungry ami he did not oiteu have luxurious entertainment. Alas! me. If all theresponsibilifv of that entertain ment had rested with Mary, what a repast they would have had. But. something went wrong in the kitchen. Either the fire would not burn, or the bread would not hake, or something was burned black that ought to have been only turned brown, or Martha scalded herself, and forgetting all the pro prieties of the occasion, with besweated brow she rushed out of the kitchen into the parlor, perhaps with tongs in one haurl and pitcher :n the other, and she cried out, “Lord, dost thou not care that my sister has left me to serve alone; Bid her, therefore, that she help me.” Christ scolded not a word. If it was scolding I would rather have Him s old me than anybody else bless me. There V.as nothing acerb in the Savior’s reply. Ho knew that Martha had been working herself to death to get Him something to eat,an I Flo appreciated her kindness, and Ho practically said: "my dear woman, don’t worry, let the dinner go, sit down here on this ottoman Beside your younger sister Mary, let, us talk about something else. Martha, Martha, thou art careful and troubled about many things, but one thing ii needful.” As Martha throws open tiie door I look in to-day ami I see a great many household anxieties, perplexities, fa tigues ami trials, anil about them 1 am going to speak if the Lord of Mary and Martha and I a/arus will help me by His grace. As I look into that door, in the first place, I see the trial of non appro nation. That was what made Martha so mad at Mary. Mary, the younger sister, iiad no proper estimate of *he older sister’s fatigue. Just as now men having annoyances of store and factory ami shop, or at the stock exchange, come home at night and hear of some household annoyance and they say: “Oh, that s nothing: you ought to lie in the factory a dav and have ten, or fifteen, or twenty, or a hundred subordinates, then you would know something about annoyance and trouble.” Oh, man, let me tell you that a wife and a mother has to conduct at the same time a university, a clothing establishment, a restaurant, a iauudi-y, a library, anil has to lie health officer, police and president of the whole re dm. She lias to do a thousand tilings, and to do them well in order to make things go smoothly, and that is what puts the awful tax on a woman’s nerves ami a woman’s brain. I know ihere are exceptions to th-- rule. Sometimes you will find a woman who can sic in the arm chair of tho library all dav without anv anxiety, or tarry on the belated pillow, an 1 all the cares of the household are thrown upon servants who have large wages and great etpertence; I ut that is the exception. 1 speak of th»* great masses of housekeepers to whom life is a struggle, ami who. at, thirty years of age. look as 1 1 1 --u-gh they ivere forty: and who, at forty. Took as though they were fifty; ami who. .-it fifty, look as though they were sixty. The fallen at Chalons and Austerlitz and Gettysburg an I Waterloo are a small number in compar ison with t-hos - rvh ► havegone flown under the n artyrdnm of the kit -hen. Go out to the cemetery and look over the epitaphs on the tombstones: they are all b.-aut-iful and poetic, but if the tombiton s could tell the truth, thousands of them would say: “Here lies a woman who was killed by too much mending am! sewing and ’baking and souring and scrubbing,” and the weapon with which she was killed was a broom or a sewing-machine or a ladle. Th" housewife rises m the morning half rested. At an irrevivahl" hour she must have tho morning re|vi*f ready. What if the fire will not burn; what it the clock stop.’ what if the marketing has not been -ent in' No matter that, it mist lie ready at the irrevocable hour. Then the children must lie got ready for ».-bool. Bu’ what if the gar ments is-tern; What if they do not know their lessons; What if the hat or sc his lost! They must lie ready. Then you have the diet of a dav, or perhap several days, to plan out. But what if the but her send- meat, uo lnasti-able: Wha' i: the gris-er furnishes yon articles of food adulterated; What if the pie*-e of silver is- lost, or a favorite chalice lie broken. or the r *:-f leak, or the plumbing fail. or any one of a thousand tilings occurs; No matter. Everything must be ready. The spring is com ing and there must lien rev -Inti-in in the famil v wardrobe, or the autumn is at hand anti you must -hut out toe northern blast, but ho-.v if tho m-ithhasf re e led you t itheches 1 .; Plow if the garments of the la.-- vear do not lit tho children now; What if all the fashions have change. 1? Th * lions * must b? an extemporized aiKitUecnry shop o.* dGprn r»ry, th *re must, bo rolief tor all styles of ailments, som ‘thing to loosen the croup, som ‘thing to cod the barn, something to pouiuee tii* inflammation, something to silence t lit* jumping tooth, something to soothe the ea *aeli *. » Mi, man of business, if you ha l as many cares as that you would Ik* a tit candidate for Blooming dale Insan* asylum. If Martha make under such circumstances an impatient rush on tin library or the lira win '-room, be patio it. in*, lenient. Oh. my sister! though nty wo’.ds tiiay not arouse in many soiHs any apprecia tion Os your t »il. I t m** a vsitre veil tr«»m tba kindliness with w iden Jesus Christ nU?t Mal tha that He appreciates nil ydur trials from to cellar, * itiul the God of Deborah aud Miriam and Abigdil ‘»ud Gia i lmother L mi*and Elizabeth Fry art.! Hannah More is tin* c >d <> th * housekeeper. (Jurist never hiarr.tj l that he inigut t>»* th • especial friend unde n iount o» a wllole \Vond 0f trouble l womanhood. 1 blundered. Christ was married. T.u* Bible -ays the church is the Lamb’s wife, and that n uk s m«* know that a w oman has a right to go to (jurist with all her auuoyau •» s an l pn piexities and la tigues, for by Ills » udi of eo.i ugnl fidelity lie hath sworn to sy nr utilize. George ile.roert put the thoughi in three ol four vtr es,quaint and peculiar, but strong, m one verse say >ng: “The servant by this clause makes drudgery divine, “d\ ho sweeps a room as for thy laws makes this and tne action line;” A young woman of brilliant education Ana prosperous surroundings* was called down* stairs 10 help in ih .* ab*en.*c of the servant, nud theie w as a ring at tne bell,aud she went to the door and a gentleman friend entered. He said: “1 thong at 1 heard music in this house; was it on t ins piano, or on th.s harp?” Mlie said: “Ne.ther; it was a fryingpuu ac companiment. to a gri tn\m! In other words, 1 was called do .vast tirs to 1 nip. 1 suppose sometime 1 shall have to learn, and i have begun now.” When w ill til) world learn that every kind of work that is right is hon orable? As Mnrtna opens this door I look in aud l also see the trial of severe economy. Niild hundred aud ninety-nine households out of a thousand are subjected to it either uuder greater or loss sires -of circumstances. It. is especially so when a mail smokes expensive cigars aud dines at costly restaurants. He wni be very apt to enjoin severe economy at home. That is what kills thousands of women, tho attempt to make live dollars do the work of seven. It is amazing how some men dole out money to the household. If you have not got the money say so. If you have, be cheerful in the exp mditurc. Your wife will be reasonable. “How long does the honey moon last?” said a young woman about to enter the married state, to her mothor. The mother answered: “Tin*honeymoon lastsunti. you ask your husband for money!” “How much do you want? ’ “A dollar.” “A dol lar! Can’t you get along with fifty cents? You are always wanting a dollar! 1 ' This thirty years’ war against high prices, this everlasting attempt to bring the outgo within the in *ome has ex hausted multitudes of homo keepers. Let me say to such, it i. a part of th'» Divine disci pline. If it were best for you all you would have to do would be just to open the front windows and the ravens would fly in with food, and after you had baked fifty times from the barrel in tho pantry, like the barrel ■>r Zn re plinth, the barrel would l>o full, and .he children's shoes would last as long as the •hoes of the Israelites in the wilderness, forty years. Oh, my friends, all these trials sml fatigues of home life are to pre pare you for heaven, for they will make that the brighter in the contrast. A lying soldier was asked by a friend, “Have you any message to s*nd to your father?” “Yes,” said lie; “tell him I have gone home.” ‘Well,” said the friend, “have von any mes •agj to send to your wife?” “Yes; tell her I oave gone home.” “You have other friends; would you like to send a message to them?” “Yes: give them tin* same message; they will .ill understand it. Tell them 1 have gone (ionic.” And that heavenly home will com i»ensate, will fully atone for all the hardships an 1 the trials and the annoy ances and the vexations of the earthly home. In that land they never hunger, and •onsefjuently there will be no nuisance of catering for appetites. In that land of the white-robed they have no mending to do and Ihe air of that hilly country makes them all well. No rent to pay there; every man owns liis own house, and a mansion at that. It will u< t l>e submit a < hang - to step into the chariot )f the skies if on earth you to le. It will not to so great a chango if oil earth you had all luxuries and satisfa :ti *ns. It will not be to great a chang* for you to sit down >n the banks of the river »f life if on earth you had a country tfMftt. But oh the joy for the weary feet when tin*;. stop into the celes tial equipage. and oh,the joy of t hose to whom home was a martyrdom on • a rth, when they go >nto that home where they will never have to do anything they do not want to do. What a change from the time she put down the idling pin to the time she took up the seep ter! If Chats work park ami the Vanderbilt mansion were lifted into the celestial city th *v would be looked at as uninhabitable rookeries, and Lazarus himself would be ashamed to be seen going in or out of either of them, so great are the palaces awaiting all God's dear children, and so much grander the heavenly architecture than the earthly. It is often not only the toil of the housekeeping but i£ is that the sickness and the sorrow go along. It is a simple fact that one-half the women of the land are invalids. The mountain lass who has never had an a“ho or a pain may con sider household work of no very great weari ness, and at the eventide may skip out to the fields and drive the cattle home, and until 10 o'clock at night may fill the cabin with laughing racket: but, oh, to do the hard work of the household with a shattered constitution—after six weeks’ whooping cough has raged in the household, making the nights as sleepless as the days, then it is not so easy. And then this work of the home has often to be undertaken when the nerves are shattered with some l>ercave ment that has put desolation in every room of the house, and set the crib into the garret be cause its occupant has been hushed into a slumber that needs no moth* r's lullaby. Oh, it was a great d'*al »a?ier for her to brood th** whole ffc'-V tb'*n to br d a p* . t of them, now that in-; i»-*t nave You may tell her that her departed children are in the bosom of a loving God,but mother like she will brood Ixith flocks, putting one wing of care over the flock in the home, putting the other w ing of care over the flock in the grave. Nothing but the old-fashioned religion of Jesus Christ can take a woman happily through home trials. Ail these mod •rn religions amount to nothing. They do not help. Tuey do not comfort when there is a deal babe in the house. Away with them, and give us the old-fashioned religion of Jeans Christ that has comforted so many in the days of sorrow and trouble. Romance and novelty may for a while -»• nto lx* a substitute. The mar riage day n\i only gm; by, just gou •> iy. and ail Leasehold cares are atoned for by the joy of being together and by the fa -t tuat when it Is late at night it is not nec»*~ v ary to discuss whether it is time to go. All the mishapsof the newly-married couple in the way o: household affairs are not matters of anxiety or reprehension, but of merri ment Tne loaf of bread turned into a g<-o- Jogicalspecimen, th * slushy custard* and the jaundiced and measly biscuits. Oh. it is a very bright sunlight that falls upon the cut i Mi’; VERNON. VfoNTGOMERV < (>., <#.V. I fHOisDAV. MAY i:i. ISSii. I *ry and mantel orna nonts of a mw ho ne Roman *e an I novel, v wi Ido lor a little, but aft r a while tie* rointtn *»* is all gone an 1 ihere is a 1( a* to be made, n loaf that, cannot be sweetened by any earthly condiments and cannot be llnvoiv l with any earthly flavors, ami •an not 1> * baked in any or linary ov»*n. It is tho loaf t-f domestic happiness. All th*' iugred eivts from heaven. Fruit from the tree of life and swe de:n» 1 v. it h the new win * of the kingdom, and baked in th * oven of home trial, O.vl only ••an make that-leaf. You can cut it, but it tak m God to 1 make it. K*l i.» n write out. of ! his owri misTi* ,le ccy ii. n d— he had a wret lied home :.o <an efin he ii ippy with i two wives; much s with se.tbn Hundred—' ail 1 Olit of hiswrc* *: ! exp.i ideiic-*. lie wiote: “Better is a dii nd*of In fd>k find Ipvt* thcri*- w ith than a stalled ox and hatred therewith. Oh, tho fcR Mii ihiiines of Iron e ' eepers. by their ind'gOKtion have lost, empires and g*ne a’s tihorgh indigestion have lost battles. One of the great statist,ii i \ns ?ays di d out, out of a thousand un’imrried men thirty-eight were criminals on l out of a thou and man i l men only eight*'*en were ••• iminals, showing the I o\v<*r of home. And oh, th'* responsibility resting ujs»n ho.isekcoot is. Bytli* fo* d t’.iey provi-ic, i yth'cmu h they son al.bvtb *lun»ks they introdm e, by tire they bring, around th * h > n«» t’l *y are helping to <1 * ido the physical, the intolle •tual, the moral, th * eternal welfare of th** human race. Oh, the responsibility. That woman sits in the house of God to-day, perhaps entirely unapph c.iatcd. She is the banker ol' h r home, the pres d ut, tho cashier, tie* tell t, tho discount clerk, and evfeY drlri anon there is a panic. Go<l kriows £ho anxieties and the cares, and He knows that this i; not a useless sermon, but that thera are a multitude of hearts hero wa ting for the distillation of the divine mercy and solaco in their homo trials and their home dut es and their home fatigues. The world hears not hing about them. They never speak about them. You could not wit h the agon <‘s of fin In position bring the truth out. of tlioni. They ke*p it still, They say nothing; They ♦*!! lure, and w ill until Go l and tho Judgment rigid their wrongs. CJh, but, f-a vs some sister in the house, “are you not wi ling to admit that after all Woman’s life at home is one of self sacrifice?” Yes, my sister, an l that, is the only kind of life worth Using. That has been tho life of Florence Nightingale, that was th'* life of Fd ward Bay-son. that was the life of the Lord Jesus ('hrist, that is the life of every man or woman that is happy—a life of self sacrifice. These people living for themselves —are they happy? hind me one. I will give yon tall tin* nations of the earth to find me n*. INot happy, n>, not happy. It is the self sacrificing people that are happy, for God pays so largely, so gloriously, somagniii r nt y n lb. d * p and eternal satisfactions of the soul. When young l)r. Hutchison, of this city, a few jears ;i;n stayed in a diolithcietie room to relieve a patient ami wa> so saturated with the poison that h died, we all wanted to put garlands on his brow. Tho whole city was moved in admiration of that young doctor. Oh. how w. admite self-denial and self-sacrifice, but how little we have of it. How much easier it is to applaud it than to exercise it. Wlvn years ago in the burning of a hotel at St. Louis, a young man on the fifth floor rushed for tho room of his mother and plunged through the darkness and the smoke, crying out: /‘Mother, where are you?” and never camo back again, all the world admired that young man. •Splendid young man! Everybody said he was a splendid young man. Self sacrifice. We all admire it in others. How little we exercise of it! How much would j wt endure? How much would we risk for ! others? A very rough schoolmaster hod a )xx>r lad that had offended the laws of the school, and he ordered him to come up. “Now,” he said, “you bike off your coat in stantly and receive this whip.” Tho boy de clined, and more vehemently the teacher said, “1 tell you, now take off your coat, take it off instantly.” The Boy again declined. It was not be aus * lr* was afraid of the lash; he was used to that in his cruel home. But it was for shame; lie had no undergarments, and when at last he removed his coat there went up a sob of emo tion all through the school us they saw why he did not wish to remove Idsat. and as they sa.v the -h aider blades almost cutting through th? skin. As the s hoolmasler lifted his whip to strike a roseate, healthy boy leaped up, and said: “Stop, w hocluiaster: whip me. He is only a poor chap; he can't stand it, whip me.” “Oh,” said tho teacher: “It’s going to !»•* a very son ere scourging, but if you want to take the posi tion of a substitute you can do it.” The bo said: “I don’t care, whipine, I'll take it, he vs only a poor chap. Don’t you see the hones almost come through the flesh? Whip me.” And when the blows came down on the boy's shoulders, this healthy, robust lad made no outcry: he endured it all uncomplainingly. We all say: “Bravo!’ for that lad. “Bravo, tha* is the spirit of Christ Splendid ' llow much scourging, how much • hast s‘.merit, how much anguish will you and j Lake for others? (ill, that we might have something ot that boy s spirit. Aye, that we might have something of tin* spirit of Jesus Chritt, for in all our occupations and trade; and business, and all our life, home life, foreign life, we are. t'* remember that tin struggle will soon be over. One of the most attracting reminiscence* of my mother was my remembrance of her as a < ini t inn house keeper. She worked very hard and when we children would '-ome in from piay in the summer noon and «jt down at th * table, J remember Bornctiffi'*s seeing hcrcorne in with beads of perspiration along th* lire of the gray hair, and I remember the »om< times she would sit down at the tub. and lean her head on her wrinkled hand mi i say “Well, the fact is I am too tired 1 1> ent.” Long after she might have delegate*i the w duties to other* she persisted in the work, and we rather like 1 it, because somehow things tastad better when she made them. Rome time ago, on an express train in the night. I shot past the oM homestead and I cleared the blur off the window and was trying to look through and peer into the rlnrknei-H, and one of inf aid schoolmates that I had not seen that night tappedirf»#on the shoulder and said; “Be Witt. I '.otjf you are trying to look foi the scenes of *your lioyhood. “Oh, yes,' 1 wild, “I was trying t> look at, 1 the old place where my mother lived and died.” That night in the cars, the whole scene came back There was the country home. There wa . the noonday table. There were the children ail around the table, the most of them gone now never to come ba k. At one end of the table sat my father with a smile that never left bis countenance even after he lay in his coffin. It was an eighty-four-year smile, not the smile of inanition as you sometimes see on the face, but a smile of courage and Chris tian hope. At the other end of the table sat j a beautiful, hardworking, aged Christian housekeeper—my mother. Oh, she look* so tired, she looks so very tired. lam glad she , has so good a place to rest in. “Blessed are the dead that die in the Lord; they rest from their labor* and their works do follow ;Jj in.’ Miss Frances E. Willard, president of the Woman’s National Christian Temper ar:c : Union, is giving a series of ten lec tures in Kentucky, under the direction of Mrs. George W. Rain, pre.-ident of the Kentucky Woman’s Christian Temperance j Union. •‘KiTfi two FACiO FoliTtTF.fi * One Star; Ona star upon tlio brow of Night- One star, one only gem— l Gleams like a jewel rarely bright, Upon n queenly forehead white’, . In royal diadem. , One star upon the brow of Night ; Is nil that greets mine eves, I As, from a lonely mountain height, ! I sit and watch the crimson light Os sunset leave the skies, i —.-litmi 1/ ('arpnt Ot oi Ciisscll. Mfiok Little Simeon Mix “VVlio was the meekest man?” nsks the . eafeehism, and promptly answers Itself by saying, “Moses.” i The catechism is wrong. It is proba bly exiusable,' however, for the man who wrote iif was aou’bf.lers unacquainted with ’ little Simeon Miv, If this should come to flic eye of the author of that clteetfill specimen of orthodox literature, 1 hope i ho will revise his work in this respect. The information as to meekness should • b« given thus: 1 Question Who was the meekest man? Answer Kittle Simeon Mix. Because there iteVer Cotllil have been n i man quite as meek as little Simeon was, 1 His name was at the bead of the Gross* 7 ville Ileaeon Light as editor, publisher and proprietor, and sn he was; hut he r had no more to say about the way things 1 should be run in the establishment than the tinker’s apprentice next door had. Mr. Joshua Hoggs, the foreman of the i office, was the Heaeim Light’s dictator. 1 Nobody ever thought of going to little ) Simeon to have anything put in or left 1 out of the paper, because they knew that i Mr. Hoggs would more than likely kill tho ! one and put in the other; so they always ! asked Mr. Hoggs if so and so could be noticed, or if such and such a thing f couldn’t be passed over. Little Simeon , never put. Ins copy on the hook with any thought that it would go in as lie wanted , it, if it went in at all, and he never vent > urcrl to put copy out if Mr. Hoggs was t looking. lie moved about, his establish ' w-jlot nr. if ho were an interloper, liable to 1 bo ordered out at any moment, lie al ways spoke to and of his foreman us “Mr. Boggs,” but the foreman was never more l respectful to little Simeon than to call him “Sim.” lie generally addressed I him as “You sap-head.” Mr. Hoggs ruled the destinies of the Beacon Light 1 with an iron hand, and little Simeon per , formed the functions of editor, publisher ' and proprietor with fear and trembling. The publication day of the Beacon Light was Tuesday, and it, was little Sim |- con’s well-known desire to have the pa per printed on Monday night. Conse , quently, Mr. Hoggs issued the paper 3 promptly ori Wednesday afternoons. A paper dated on Tuesday, and not coming out until Wednesday, did not strike little i . J r Simeon as being good journalism, Imt, of 1 course, lie could not think of suggesting such a thing to Mr. Boggs. One night an idea struck little Simeon, after he had ) ' j j gone to bed. It was such a bold one I that it scared him. Why not change the , . date of the paper to Wednesday? That was the idea. Hut to carry it, into oxer i cution was what required the nerve. It ’ would never do to let Mr. Boggs know of it. Little Simeon rolled and tossed for hours on his couch, so burdened was I he with his idea. Finally he crept out of bed, dressed himself, stole from the . j bouse, and went by a round about way, ! through dark back streets, to the office of the Beacon Light. He unlocked the door, and, with trembling limbs, tip-toed into the office. It was his own office, but he felt like a thief. The forms for the paper were made up and on the stone ready to go to press the next day, which was Wednesday. Little Simeon struck a match, and crept up to the stone. “Law!” said he, “Mr. Hoggs knew this he’d bo mad enough to kill me! I’ve a notion not to do it, now.” But he did. He lifted out the word “Tuesday” and the date, and placed "Wednesday” and the corresponding date in their place. Then he left the office as stealthily as he had entered, and flew back home as if the terrible Mr. Hoggs was in close pursuit. Little Sim eon slept not a wink that night, and half dressed himself twice with the intention of going back to the office and undoing the bold work he had done. The next morning he hurl no courage, to go to the oflic<-, and sent word to Mr. Hoggs that he was ill The paper come out all right, dated Wednesday. On Thursday little fiim'-on went > the office with fear and trembling. H< expected a blast from Mr. Boggs, ano dmitted himself that he deserved it. Hu* ho nearly fainted when Mr. Bogg- greeted him with a pleasant smile, and said “Ah! Good morning Simmy!” Little Simeon was filbd with remorse. “Mr. Boggs husri’t found me out yet,” said he. It’ll come by an 4 by ” Hut it didn't. Nothing was said by I any out about the change in the Beacon Sight'd publication dny v Little ft'iowri begun id hci bV'Cter nn(l*loi>k upon hf# little moonlight ns a master stroke of genius. The next vrctlt flic Hencon Light’s new publication ilay came tiAVml, but no Deacon Light appeared. Mr. Hoggs had *o«cnted the tmheard of effrontery of little' Himeon Mix in inter sering with the niunngcmoiil of the paper, lie brought the Hencon Light out on Thursday, and on Thursday it came out thereafter, dated Wednesday Mr. Hogg’s disapproval of his employ er's ideas in journalism was so universal that little Simeon was at last forced to use subterfuge and strategem to make his personality felt in the conduct of the Heatml Light. This was suggested to him, however, by Hilly I’uterbaugh, the devil of the establishment. Hilly was little Simeon’s confidant. Olio night lit tle Simeon and Billy were alone in the ofHoe, “Here's an editorial,” said little Sim eon, “that I’d liko to have set double* leaded in long primer, but Mr. Hoggs won’t let me, it isn’t likely.” “Mark it solid nonpareil,” said Billy, without looking up from the exchange he was reading. “W-h-a-t!” said little Simeon with a start. “Mark it solid nonpareil,” said Hilly, “and old Hoggs ’ll set it double-leaded in primer, an’ I’ll bet on it.” “But, law! Billy," said little Simeon, aghast at the thought. “S’pose he finds us out?” Hilly shrugged his shoulders and said it was none of liis circus, but said that hc’ed bet, his life that if he wanted anything double-leaded in a paper of his, he’d have it double-leaded or bust his Idler. Little Simeon pondered over the mat ter a minute or two the wrote on the copy “Solid nonpareil,” ran to the hook nnd clapped it, on, and dashed out of the office like a shot. Next day Mr. Hoggs took the copy off the hook. “ ‘Solid nonpareil,’ hey?” said he. We’ll solid nonpareil it!” He scratched at little Simeon's direc tion’s and wrote over it, “Long primer, doublo lead.” (len ills Ilium plied again for the time, hut, Mr. Hoggs found out little Simeon's strategy in some way after a month or so. Little Simeon was satis fied that he was discovered by seeing in the Beacon Light one week after his stirring appeal to the people to support Slocum for I'athmastcr set, in solid non pareil, mid a half-column communication on the subject of Heridity from a Psychol ogical Point of View, which he had tak en the chance of getting in the paper to oblige a scientific friend, heading the ed itorial column in double-leaded long-prim er Then little Simeon knew that it, was futile to interfere where Mr. Boggs ruled, and he meekly submitted. Little Simeon was deeply in love with the villiage blacksmith's pretty daughter. She was as meek and quiet and gentle ns she was pretty, which is saying a great deal, and she returned little Simeon’s love. One Christmas the girls of (Jrass ville xvere getting up a little entertain ment for the benefit of the church, and the blacksmith's lovely daughter was ap pointed a committee to see that proper notice of the affair should be given in the Beacon Light. She told little Simeon that very night, that there must he a good notice in tin; paper that week, for Friday was Christmas. Little Simeon said to his sweetheart that she would have to see Mr. Hoggs about the matter, as he had charge of all sueli tilings on the Beacon Light. The blacksmith’s pretty daughter went to the newspaper office the next day. Little Simeon was out. She walked meekly and quietly up to Mr. Boggs, and, in her gentle way, told him what she wanted, and asked trim if he would give them a good notice. “Maybe you don’t know me, Mr. Hoggs?” she said. “I’m Miss Fry, the blacksmith’s daughter.” “Oil! you are, eh?” said Mr. Hoggs, turning about and talking very loud. “Well, there’s never been any hlack smithing done around this office, and there never will be as long as I’m here. You can’t get any notice in this paper!” Well! It was all that Miss Fry could do to keep back her tears, and she hur ried from the office half-scared to death. On her way home she met little Simeon. Then she could contain herself no longer, and began to boo-boo in earnest. As soon as she was able she told him how rudely she had been treated by Mr. Boggs, and what lie had said to her. Little Simeon said nothing, but after leaving the blacksmith’s daughter at her house, he walked very rapidly back to the Beacon Light office. People that he met turned and looked after him. “What’s up with little Simeon!” they said. “Ain’t crazy is he?” When little Simeon reached the office, h‘- went up stairs three steps at a time, lie dashed through the door, and shut it VOL. L- NO. JO. after him with »a bang. He jievcr stop ped until he reached. Mr. Boggs. Mr. Boggs Was rt six-footer. “She cuft’l get any notice in this paper eh?” yelled little Simeon, and he sprang >* the air and Hit Mr. Boggs a thump under ‘la- ear that dropped him in a heap on tin' floor. Little Simeon pounced mi him. lie hnfMMnred, and clawed, and kicked. He scattered the*astounded Mr. Boggs about the floor likexfl bag of chaff. Billy Puterbaugh climbed cfoar up on bis case, and looked down on the frantic little Simeon with bulging eyes, as ho thrashed the hitherto invincible Mr. Boggs around. Galleys were pied, frames Upset, and gen*- era! chaos was apparently approaching. Mr. Boggs seemed utterly helpless iu the hands of the infuriated little Simeon, .xctil after batting him about like nn old tin kettle, until Billy Puterbaugh thought lie must, surely be (lead, little Simeon dragged him to the head of the stairs and tumbled him from top to bottom. “Maybe there’s never been any blnck stnithing done around this establish ment,” exclaimed little Simeon, as lie came hack and looked about him, “but if he don’t think there’s been a little done just now, then lie’s tougher than I think he is!” Then little Simeon sat down in his sanctum. “1 \sposc he’ll come back nnd kill me, by and bye,” said he, but I don't care a cuss." But Mr. Boggs didn’t, come back. Tlu» next day little Simeon sat, in his office, uneasy in his mind. The door slowly opened, and a head done tip in bandages and plasters was thrust through the opening. Then an altogether broken up individual limped In after the head. It was Mr. Boggs. Little Simeon thought, the inevitable had come, and he sprang to his feet to sell his life as Wcarly as pos sible. But Mr. Hoggs threw up his hands nnd said imploringly: “Don’t strike me, Mr. Mix!” "Mr. Mix!” exclaimed little Rimer n. “The poor fellow is crazy!" Then Mr. Hoggs went on to say that he wanted to go to work ; that he couldn’t be happy outside the Beacon Light office “Well, Boggsy,” said little Simeon, not without, a start, “1 guess we can give you a sit. Come around after you get those plasters off. There’s a lot of pi lying around this office, and I’ll put you to set ting it up. And say, Josh, if you think you’d like to do something to day, there’s a roller to wash, and Hilly’s busy. You might, tackle that.” “All right, Mr. Mix.” said the con quered Joshua Hoggs, and lie went in mid washed the roller! Little Simeon Mix ran the Beacon Light, after that. The publication day was changed back to Tuesday, and the paper went to press regularly every Mon day night. Mr. Boggs was always Josh or Boggsy to little Simeon, and little Simeon was always Mr. Mix to the de throned dictator. Little Simeon married the blacksmith's pretty daughter, and Mr. .Boggs invested three weeks’ salary in a wedding present for the bride.— Ed. Molt in tin Joormilint. An Anecdote of Webster. Webster liked a good story even if he was the hero of it. Ho delighted to re late that while going in a stage from Con cord, N. 11., to his home on a certain oc casion he had for a travelling companion a very old man. The old gentleman lived at Salisbury, and as Captain Web ster—Daniel’s father—had been quite popular thereabouts Daniel asked if ho had ever known him. “Indeed I did,” said the antiquarian, “and the Captain was a good an<? brave man, and grandly did he fight at Bennington with General Stark,” continued the old gentleman. “Did lie leave any children?” asked the great statesman. “Oh, yes; there was Ezekiel and, I think, Daniel,” was the simple reply. “What has become of them?” Daniel inquired. “Whv, Ezekiel—and he was a power ful man, sir,—l’ve heard him plead in court many a time—fell dead while speechifying at Concord.” “Well,” persisted Webster, “what be came of Daniel?” “Daniel Daniel,” repeated the old man, slowly—“why, Daniel, I believe, is a lawyer about Boston somewhere.” It is perhaps unnecessary to say that Daniel failed to reveal his identity.— Cleveland Lender. A Superfluous Female. The surplusage of females in the pop ulation of Massachusetts is constantly the cause for annoyance. It was at a juven ile party the other day that a mothei noticed her five-year-old daughter had' not joined the march to the refreshment room. “Why did you not go in with tlia other children, my dear?” “Because I could not find any littlo hoy to hold on to, ” was the wail of tho unfortunate. —LoweU Ciliten,