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WEALTHY JNEWHUES. THE 8AV10UK OF ALL. made a fortune in California. I was1 born in New Orleans in 1836, and was educated at Gilmores sohool, Cincinnati. His old barber shop and restaurant in Denver are historical with the city.

I used to pay Ben Halladay fifty cents a pound for express on oysters for shipment from the Missouri river, said Sanderlin, and it was nothing unusual to pay two dollars a pound for butter and two dollars a dozen for eggs when I used to run a restaurant in Denver in the pioneer days. The colored men of the West are not so bitter against the South as many would suppose. Manyi gentlemen from the South were in California and Colorado, and in fact throughout the Far West in the pioneer days, said Sanderlin, and I want to say to their credit that they were kind to negro pioneers of the frontier country. One of Denvers richest negroes is Lewis Price, a real-estate man, whose wealth is estimated at from $150,000 to i mountains of Seiner Jesm comes bound lng to your soul to-day. There is one passage of Scripture, every word ot which is a heart throb: Come unto mt ail ye who are weary and heavy laden, and I will give you rest Then there is another passage just as good: Cast thy burden on the Lord and He will sustain thee.

Ob, there are green pastures where tbe heavenly shepherd leads the wounded and sick of the flock. The Son of God stands by the tomb ot Lazarus and will gloriously break it open at the right time. Gennesaret can not toss its waves so high that Cbrist can not walk them. Ibe cruse of oil will multiply into Illimitable supply. After the orchard seems 'o have been robbed of all its Iruit the 1 has oue tree left full of golden and ripe supply.

The requiem may wail with gloom and with death, but there cometh after awhile a song, a chant, an anthem, a battle match, a jubilee, a coronation. do you not feel the breath of Christs sympathy now, you wounded ones, you troubled ones? It yo i do not I would like to tell you of the charlain in tbe armv who was wounded so he could not walk, Lut be heard at a distance among the dying a man wl said, my God. He said to himself, I must help that man though I cant walk. So he rolled over and rolled through his own blood and rolled on over many of tbe slain, until be came where this poor fellow was suffering and he preached to him the comlort of the Gospel and with bis wound he seemed to soothe that mans wound. It was sympathy going out toward an ol ject most necessitious and one that he couid easily understand.

And so it is with Christ; though unded all over Himself, He heats the ciy of our repentance. the erv of our bereavement, the cry of our poverty, the erv of our wretchedness, and He says: I must go and help that soul, and He rolls over with wounds in head, wounds in bands, wounds in feet, toward us, until he comes just where ws are weltering in our own blood, and He puts His arm over us and I see it is a wounded band and as He throws His arm over us I hear Him say: I have loved thee with an evei lasting love. Again, we must look to Christ as our final rescue. We can not with these eyes, however good our sight may be, catch a glimpse of the heavenly land for which our souls long. But I have no more doubt that beyond the cold river there is a plaos of glory and of rest than we have that across the Atlantic ocean there is another continent But the heavenly land and this land stand in mighty contrast.

This is barrenness and that verdure. Tbese shallow streams of earth which a thirsty ox might drink dry or a mules ho)f trample into mire compared with ths bright, crystalline river from under ths throne, on the banks of which river the armies of Heaven ma rest, and into whose clear flood the trees of life dip tbeir branches. These instruments of earthly mmic, so asily racked into discord, compared with tbe harps that thrill with eternal raptures, and the trumpets that are so musical that they wake tbe dead. These streets along which we go panting in summers heat or shivering in winteis cold, and the poor, man carries his burden and tbe vagrant asks for aim and along which shuffle ths feet of pain and want and woe, compared with those s're(t that sound forever with the feet of joy and holiness, and those walls made out of all ma' ner of precious stones, the light intersbi with reflections from jasper and chrysolite and topaz and Sardonyx and beryl and emerald and ebrysoprasus. the contrast between this world, where we stiuggle with temptation that will not be conquered, and that world where it is penect Joy, perfect holiness and perfect rest 1 Said a little blind child: Mamma, will I bi blind in He iven? no, my dear, replied lha mother, you wont be blind in Heaven.

A little lame child said: Mamma, will I be lame In Heaven? No. she replied, you wont be lama in Heaven. Why, when tbe plainest Christian pilgrim arrives at the Heavenly gate it opens to him, and as the ange come down to escort him in, and thev spread ths banquet, and they keep festival over the august ai rival, and Jesus comes with a crown and -ays, Wear this, and with a palm and says: ave this, and points to a throne and says: Mount this. Then the old i it zens of Heaven come around to hear the newcomers recital of deliverance wrousht for him and as the newly arrived soul tells of the grace that pardoned and the mercy that saved him. all the inhabitants shout the praise if the King, crying: Praise Him! Praise Him! Quaint John Bunyan caught af glimpse of that consummation when be said: Just as the gates were opened to let in the man.

I looked in after them and behold the city shone like the sun; the streets were also paved with gold and in them walked many men with crowns on their beads and golden harps lo sing praises withal. And after that they shat ap tbe gates, which, when I bad seen, I wished myself among them 1 if I 1 fc. 4 i i i i I i 4 'T -V 1 HE DISCOVERED BRASS. How ft Scientific Superintendent Knew Too Much for Hie Own Good. The Cousin Jack" gold mine in Eldorado County, was at one time a prosperous claim that paid its owners large monthly dividends and gave every promise of a still more profitable future.

The owners had considerable trouble with their superintendent, a burly Cornish minor, whose love of aleoholio stimulants and predisposition to fight were a source of constant annoyance. As often happens in gold mines the vein was pockety, being very rich in some spots and barren in others. It was while running through one of these barren streaks that Big Jim, the superintendent, became involved in a dispute with the owners as to the proper course to pursue to find the pay chute again. Jim was very ugly, and the owners, as was always the case when a horse was encountered, were themselves far from amiable. The outcome was that Jim received his conge the day following and a new super was in demand.

No one about the camp being available, being one of the parties interested, set off for San Francisco in search of the man we wanted. I found him sooner than 1 expected. lie was not a practical miner, but had, he said and his letters of recommendation seemed to back up his statement a thorough scientific knowledge of gold ores, was anexpert chemist and assayer in short, was almost ready to state that he could make the mine profitable whether the gold was in the rock or not. I forthwith engaged the services of this man of science, anil we were snon at the mine, where Mr. Jackson, my new acquisition, was duly installed as superintendent.

We had paid Big Jim $150 a month, but Jim was only a practical miner and not a scientist, so we could not, ip all conscience, offer Mr. Jackson less tflan a fifty-dollar advauce on Jims salary. Look here, remarked one of tho partners to me one day after our new superintendent had been with us about a week. I dont think that that new scientific mining expert of yours knows any more about a mine than a Piute Indian. I was obliged to admit that I myself had grave doubts on the subject.

Mr. Jackson obtained some remarkable assays from rock that wouldnt show a color in the pan, and when I sought to pin him down to any definite question as to the value of ores he gave evasive answers. lie was certainly an expert at dodging questions if at nothing else. In the meantime Big Jim had begged hard to be taken back, promising all manner of good conduct. I dont know nothin about them air assays, said he, but yer kin bet yer life I cnows good rock when I sees it.

Jim was particularly severe on our new superintendent, claiming that he (Mr. Jackson) couldnt tell a gold mine from a brass kettle. In this Jim was right, as the sequel will show. Shortly after this Mr. Jackson came rushing over to the cabin one morning with a number of bright pieces of metal in his hand.

Was it possible, thought that a rich pocket had been found. Whats the matter, Jackson? I asked. Youve got the richest mine in tho world, sir, said be. Look at these bits of metal. They were knocked down at the last blast.

Ive tested them and theyre nino hundred fine at least. Why, you tarnation fool, broke in a voice over my shoulder, that's brass. It was Jim who spoke. Ho had evidently put ud a job on our new superintendent, though where he got the lumps of brass from I never learned, lie was soon back in his old position, however, and Mr. Jackson was seen no more in those parts.

I havent heard of or from him since. The Cousin Jack paid well for about ayear after that and was then abandoned. N. Y. Herald.

OUR FUNERAL CUSTOMS. They Are Not Only Foolish, But Danger ous tn the Health as Well. There is no reason why a reform should not be made. In the first place, why should ladies follow a body to the grave? It is not so in England. It is certainly not in good taste.

The trouble is that there is a good deal of the circus in the American nation. We are fond of pomp and glitter and all the hollow shams that our noble ancestors fled from Europe to escape. We perpetuate these mockeries in all sorts of petty ways funerals, for instance. Some wretched Italian dies who never in his life-time had ten dollars together, but as he was a member of some society for the purpose of giving grand funerals bo is borne to the gave with as much ceremony as if ho were the savior of his country or the martyr of a lost cause. If he belongs to a military organization, all the more pomp and fanfarronado.

But wo do notspeak about public funerals, but about private. Wo carry a good deal of humbug-gery into them. There is no necessity of making a dress-parade of alunt-ral, and displaying grief in an inordinate lino of carriages, and asking personal friends to expose themselves to chill winds with every chance in their favor of catching a deathly cold while acting as pall-boarcrs. The undertaker should provide tho pall-bearers, and only a few of tbe family should follow tho body to the cemetery. If there are to be religious services, let them bo held in the house.

What more cruel words are there than what the preacher says at the grave: Dust to dust, and what more barrowing sounds than the shoveling in of the earth and stones upon the coffin of some loved friond whom we have just consigned to that narrow earthly home? It is sickening and brutal to compel women and children to be present at such a horrid spectacle. Men have to be buried, it is true. Well, then, let the burial ceremony be performed in a mortuary chapel, and lot the actual burial take place when nono are present. There is urgent need for reform in the management of our funerals, and, till such a time as there is, we may expect deaths to follow in a family from having pursued our present idiotio fashion of burying our dead. San Francisco News-Letter.

tbe gilt of God. You say: That throws the responsibility off my sbouldera No. Faith is the gift ot Ood, but it comes in answer to prayer. All over glorious is my Lord, He must be loved and yet adored; His worth if all tbe nations knew, Sure the whole earth would love Him. too.

I remark again that we must look to Jesus as an example. Now, a mere copyist, you know, is always a failure. If a painter go to a portfolio or a gallery of art, however exquisite, to get his idea of the natural world from these pictures, he will not Bucreed as well as the artist who starts out and dashet the dew from the grass and sees the morning just as God built it in the clouds, or poured it upon tbe mountain, or kindled it upon tbe sea. People wondered why Turner, the great English paincer, succeeded so well in sketching a storm upon the ocean. It remained a wonder until it was found out lhat several times he bad been lashed to the di c' in the midst of a tempest and then looked out upon the wrath of tbe sea, and coming home to his studio he pictured he tempest.

It is not the copyist who succei ds, but tbe man who confronts the natmul world. Bo if a man in literary imposition resolves that he will imitate the smoithue8s of Addison or tbe rugged vigor ot Carlyle, or the weirdness of Spenser, or the epigrammatic style of Ralph Waldo Emerson, he will not succeed as well as that man who cultures his own natural style. What is true in this respect is true in respect to character. There were men who were fascinate i with Lm Byron. He was lame and wore a very large collar.

Then there were tens of thousands nf men who resolved that they would be just like Loid Byron, and they limped and worelaige collars, but they did not have any of his gen us. You can not successfully copy a man whether he is bad or good. You may take the very best man that ever lived and try and live like him, and you will make a failure. Thera never was a belt man than Edward Payson. Many have read bis biography, not understanding that he was a very sick man, and they thought they were growing in grace because they were growing like him in depression of i.p it.

There were men to copy Coiipor, tne poet, a glorious man, but sometimes i filleted with melancholy almost to insanity. The copyists got Cowpers faults, but none of bis virtues. There never was but one Being fit to copy. A few centuries ago He came out through bumble surroundings and with a gait and a man ier and behavior different from any thing the world had seen. Among all classes of people He was a perfect model.

Among fishermen He showed how fishermen should act. Among laxgather-ers He showed how taxgatberers should act. Among lawyers He showed how lawyers should ac. Among farmers He showed how fai mers 3 i on 1 1 act. Among rulers He showed how lulers should act.

Crbics tried to find in His conversation or sermons something unwise or unkind or inaccurate; but they never found it. They watched Him, oh how they watched Him I He never went into a house but they knew it, and they knew how long He ayed and when He cam) out, and whether He had wine for dinner. Slander twisted her whips and wagged her poisoned tongue and set her traps, but could not catch Hint. Little children rushed out to get from Hint a kiss and old men tottered out to be street corner to see Him pass. Do you ant an illustration of devotion, behold Him whole nights in prayer.

Do you want an example of suffering, see His pathacross Paiei'ine tracked with blood. Do want a i example of patienee, see Him abused and never giving one sharp retort. Do you want an example of industry, sea Him without one idle moment. Do you want a specimen of sacrifice, look at His life of seif denial. His death of ignominy.

His sepulcher of humiliation. what an examole! His feet wounded, yet He submitted to the uruey. His back lacerated, and yet He carried the cross. Struck, He never struck back again. Condemned, yet He rose higher than His caluminators, ami with wounds in His bands and wounds in His feet and wounds on his brow and wounds in His side, He ejaculated: Father for give thsm, i hey know not what they do.

Ah, my etbren, that is the pole by which to set your compass, that is tbe headland by which to steer, that is the luh by which to kindle your lamps, Ihitis tbe example that we ought all to follow. How it would smooth out tbe roughness in our disposition, and the world would b) impressed by tbe transf irmation and would say: I know what is the matter with tba; man: he has bean with Jesas and has learned of Him. Alexander was going along with his army in Persia and the snow and ica were so great that tbe army halted andBaid: We cant march any further. Then Alexander dismounted from his horse, took a pickax, went ahead of his army and struck into tbe ice and snow. The soldiers said: If he can do that, we can do it, and they took tbeir picks and soon the way was cleared and tbe army marched on.

So our Lord dismounted from His glory and through all obstacles bewsa path for himself and a path for us. saying: Follow Me! I do not aik you to go through any battles where I do not lead the way! Follow Me! Again I remark that we are to look to Cbrist as a sympathizer. Is there any body in the house to-day who does not want sympathy? I do not know how any body can live without sympathy. There are those, however, who have gone through very rough paths in life who had no divine arm to lean on. How they got along I do not ixutlv know.

Their fortune took wings some unfortunate investment and fi waway. Tne bank failed, and they butto led un a pennile-s pocket. Ruthless speculators carried off the fragments of an estate they were twenty-five years In getting with hard labor. How did they stand It without Chrisl? Death came into the nursery and there was an empty crib. One vo O) less in the household.

One fountain less of joy and laughter. Two hands less, busy all day long in sport. Two feet less to go bounding and romping through the hall. Two eyes less to beam with love and glalness. Through all that house shadow after shadow, shadow after shadow, until it was midnight.

How did they get through it? I do not know. They trudged the great Sahara with no water in the goat skins. They plunged to the chin in the slough of despond and had no one to lift them. In an nnseaworthy craft they put into a black Kuroclydon. My brother, my sister, there is a balm that cures the worst wound.

There is a light that will kindle up the worst darkness. There is a barbor from the roughest ocean. Yon need and may have the Saviours sympathy. You can not get on this way. I see your body is wearing you out, body and mind and soul.

I come on no fools errand to-day. I come with 'a balm that can heal any wound. Are you sick? Je us was sick. Are you wear: Jesus was weary? Are you persecuted? Jesus was persecuted? Are Lou bereaved? Did not Jesus weep over Ob, yes, like a roe on the In Denver Alone They Represent Over $2,000,000. Edward Sanderlin, Denvers Pioneer Barber, Made Over 300,000 Five Hun dred Dollars Was Presented to the First Negro Haliy Horn In Denver Old Jim Beclcwourlli, the Negro Scout, Became Great Indian War Chief, I.GOPYHIOHT, 1890.

Special Correspondence. Denver, March 11. Edward J. San-dorlin, Denvers wealthiest colored barber, having amassed a fortune of has rented his shop and retired from business. IIo now devotes his time to collecting rents and looking after his ranches and mining interests.

He was a pioneer in California, and was among the first to follow the rush to Colorado in the Pikos Peak excitement of 1859. His success suggests a tcpic that has been neglected and overlooked in Western history the pioneer nogroos of the Rocky Mountains and what they have accomplished. One of the earliest negro pioneers in the far West was old Jim Beckwourth, the famous negro scout, hunter and trappor. His name will go down in Webtern history along with such noted scouts as Kit Carson, Jim Bridgor, Bill Williams and others of the white race who were all famous on the old time trails. Jim Beckwourth came West from St.

Louis, and spent several years among the Crow Indians. The Crows greatly admired Beckwourth for his courage and prowess in battle, for he often assisted them in their wars with hostile tribes, and finally he became a great war chief among the Crows. Although Beckwourth is said to have married a Mexican, yet be lived with a Crow squaw a number of years. On leaving the Crows, Beckwourth came to Denver, whero he and his squaw resided for some time. Here he had an altercation with Bill Payne, the pioneer negro blacksmith whom Ben Ilolladay had sent West to shoe the horses for the old-time pony express.

After filling Bill Paynes body with buckshot, and an acquittal in the courts, Beckwourth returned to Wyoming and later attended a great feast of the Crows to which he and his squaw and old Jim Baker, the famous scout still living, and his Shoshone squaw were invited. The Crow squaws put poison in his food, and thus died Jim Beckwourth, the negro scout and adopted war chief of the Crow Indians. As Beckwourth rofusod to live with the Crows they thought they could always have his spirit with them if they poisoned him tn their tribe at this great feast Jim Baker arrived at the feast two days after llockwourths death, but before his buriaL In describing his appearance Jim Baker said: I seen old Jim Beckwourth a laying thar on a board, and he wuz swelld out, jist like a skinnd hoss. The most famous as well as the first negro in the Rocky Mountains was Aunt Clara Brown. She is said to have been born a slave in Virginia about the year 1800.

The story of her life, as told in the West, is -hat she was owned by Ambrose Smith, of Virginia, but when a child she was taken to Kentucky and later in life became the property of George, Brown, of Russellville, and on bis death was given her freedom by bis heirs. In 1858 she went to Leavenworth, and in 1859, when nearly sixty years old, she followed the gold hunters to the Rocky Mountains. Some of the frei hte put her wash-tub and few cooking tonsils on their wagons, Aunt Clara agreeing to cook for a party of twenty-five en route to Pikes Peak. She first went to Central City, whore she established the first laundry in the Rocky Mountain country. Aunt Clara was very generous and Often she has braved the mountain storms and climbed the rough trails to some sick miners cabin.

The kind nursing and faithful watching of this old negro woman helped to save many a sick minors life. All the 69rs always have a kind word for Aunt Clara. She was a member of the Colorado Pioneer Association, tho only negro woman who was ever thus honored. She died about th ee years ago, and was honored with a furral by tho Colorado Pioneer Association, which includes the gray-headed Pikes Peakers of 59 and 60. These veterans of the frontier, some of whom have bocomo wealthy and aided in building up Western empire, helped to bury this old nogro woman at Riverside, this city.

Edward J. Sanderlin, the rich Donvor barber, who has just retired from business, is a bright mulatto, and is the most prominent of his race in tho Rocky Mountains. He says his fathers name was Wilson Sanderlin. I think he came from England, said Edward J. Sanderlin to me, referring to his father, and settled in North Carolina.

He moved from that State to Shelby and Montgomery counties, whore he owned large plantations. He died leaving an estate worth about a million dollars. Thore wore two sets of children, one white and the other set by my mother, who was of mixed blood. There was a long contest in the courts, continued Sanderlin, over the estate, which finally resulted in my mothers ohildren receiving about $30,000 each. I did not get my Bhare until after I bad Dr.

Talmage on tbe Duties of Christiana Christ the Personal Saviour of Mankind A Great Example For All The Lord Ever Heady to Help the Distressed Glories of Heaven. In a recent sermon Rev. T. DeWitt Talmage took his text from Hebrews xii. Looking Unto Jesus.

The sermon was as fol owb: In tbe Christian life we must not go slipsLod. This world was not made for us lo lest in. In time of war you will find around (be streets of some city, far from the scene of conflict, men in soldiers uniform who have a light to be away. They obtained a lurlougb and they are honestly and righteously off duty; I ut I have vo tell you in this Ckii-tian coiifl ct, between the first moment when enlist under the banner of Christ and the last moment in which we shout tbe vie ory, tbeie never will be a single instant in which we will have a right to be off duty. Paul throws all around this Christian life the excitements of tbe old Reman and Grecian games tho-e games that sent a man on a race with such a stretch of nerve and muscle that sometimes when he came up to tbe goal he diopped down exhausted.

Indeed, history tells us that tberewere cases where men came up a id only had the strength just to grasp tbe goal and then fall dead. Now, says th is apostle, making allusion to those very games, we are all out lo mu tbe race, not to crawl it, not to walk but run the race Bet before us, looking unto Jesus, and just as in the olden times a man would stand at the end of the toad with a beautiful garland that was to be put around the head or brow of the successful racer, so the Lord Jesus Chiiit stands at the end of tbe Christian rt ith the garland of eternal life, and mai God grant that by His holy spirit ty so i un as to obtain. The distingi i hed VVelliston, the chemist, was asked here bis laboratory was, and the it urers xpected to be snown some large apartment filled with expensive apparitus, LutWelliston ordered his servant to bring on a tray a few glasses and a retort, and he said to tbe inquirers: That is all my laboratory. I make all my experiments with those. Now, I know that there are a great many who take a whole library to express tbeir theology.

They have so many theories on ten thousand things, but I have to say that ail my theology is compassed in these three words: Looking unto Jesus, and when we can understand the height and the depth and the length and tbe breadth and tbe infinity and the immens ty of that passage we can understand all. I remark in the firBt place, we must look to Christ as our Saviour. Now, you know as well as I that man is only a blasted ruin of what he once was. There is not so much difference between a vessel coming out of Liverpool harbor, with pennants flying and tbe deck crowded with good cheer and tbe guns booming, and that same vessel driving against Long Island coast, the drowning passengers ground to pieces amid tbe timbers of the broken up steamer, as there is between man as he came from the hands of God, equipped for a grand and glorious voyage, but afterward, through the pilotage of the devil, tosae 1 and driven and crushed, the coast of the near future strewn with the fragments of an awful and eternal shipwreck. Our body is wrong.

How easily it is ransacked of disease. Our mind is wrong. How hard it is to remember and how easy to lorget. Tne whole nature disordered, from the ciown of the head to the sole of the foot wounds, bruises, juirefying sores. Ail have sinned and come short of tbe glory o( God.

By one man sin entered into tho worid and death by sin, and so death has passed upon all men for that all have sinnel. There Is in Brasil a plant they call the murderer for tbe simple reason that it is so poisonous it kills almost every thing it touches. It begins to wind around the root of a tree, and coming up to tbe branches reaches out to the ends of the branches, killiug the tree as it goes along. When it has come to the tip end of tbe branch tbe tree is dead. Its seeds fall to the ground and start other plants just as murderous.

And so it is ith sin. It is a poisonous plant that was planted in our soul a long while ago, and it comes winding about the body and (he mind and tbe soul, poisoning, poisoning, poisoning killing, killing, killing as it goes. Now, there would be no need of my discoursing upon this if there were no way of plucking out that plant. It is a most inconsiderate thing for me to come to a man who is in financial trouble and enlarge upon his trouble if I have no alleviation to offer. It is an unfair thing for me to come to a man who is sick and enlarge upon his disease if I have no remedy to offer.

But I have a ight to come to a man in financial distress or physical distress if I have financial reinforcement tc offer or a sure cure to propose. Blessed be God that among the mountains of our sin there rolls and reverberates a song of salvation. Louder than all the voices of bondage is the tiumpet of Gods deliverance, sounding: Israel, thou hast destroyed thyself, but in me is thy help. At tbe barred gates of our dungeon, the conqueror knocks and the hinge3 creak and grind at the swinging open. The famine struck pick up the manna ibat falls in the ilderness and the fliods clap the hinds, snymg: Drink, thirsty soul, und live never, and the feet that were torn and deep cut on the rocky bridle path ot sm now come into a smooth place, and the drv alders crackle as tbe panting hart I reeks through to the water brooks, and the dark night of the soul brgins to grow gray with the morning, yea to pui-ple, yea to flame, lrom horizon to boiizon.

Tbe batteries of temptation silenced. Troubles that fought against us captured and made to fight on our side. Not ns a result of any toil or trouble on our part, but only aB a result of looking unto Jesus. But what do mean by looking unto Jesus? some one Inquires I mean faith. What do you mean by faith? I mean believing.

What do you mean by believing? I mean this: If you promise to do a certain thing for me, and 1 have confidence in your veracity -if you say you will give me such a thing and 1 need it very inuch, I come in infldence that you are an honest man and will do what you say. Now, tbe Lord, Jesus ChriBt says: You are in need of pardon and life and Heaven, you can have them if you come and get them. You say: 1 cant come and ask first. 'I am afraid you wont give it to me. Then you are unbelieving.

But you say: I will come and ask. I know, Lord Jesus, Thou art in earnest about this matter. I come asking for pardon. Thou hast promised to give it to me, Thou wilt g.ve it to me, Thou hast given it to me. That Is faith.

Do you see it yet? one, 1 emt understand it. No man ever did, withtut divine help. Faith is $200,000. He was born a slave in Clay County, in 1849. Some of his people were owned by the Price family, of Missouri, and hence he bears the same name as Sterling Price, the famous Confederate General of that State.

When hardly more than a boy Lewis Price ran away from his master, Stokey Williams, In Ray County, in 1863, and, going to St Louis, enlisted in the Union army, but was refused as he was too young. In August of that year he went with his mother to Atchison, Kan. From 1865 till 1867 he drovo ox teams across the plains. Then for ten years he ran a laundry in Denver, Cheyenne and other points, saving several thousand dollars, lie has made two sma1 fortunes prior to making his present great wealth. He lost all he had in 1880 in the Denver Star, a paper he started in Denver for the negro race.

He camo out five thousand dollars in debt and quit journalism. Referring to some of his frontier experience, he said: Out of nine negroes in our party crossing the Plains but two of us are now left. I think they nearly all died with their boots on. Speaking of his race and its future, he said: Slavery was wrong, but under the constitution people of the South had a legal right to own slaves and for that reason the South should be paid for theyn. It will be done by tho Government some time, but it may not come in my lifetime.

But if I had a chance to vote on theques-tion I would cast a ballot to pay the South for the slaves and also give something to the negro himself. My advice to the negro is: Get property first. Get that before education. With property and comfortable homes for the negro, education will naturally follow. I learned how to write with a stick in the sand when a bullwhacker on the plains.

Some of tho pioneer negroes are dead and others are widely scattered throughout the West. James C. Stiles, who was with Green Russell and the Georgians, who discovered gold in Cheny creek in 1858, is said to be in Montana. Jerry Dempsey, a 59er, would have become a Leadville millionaire had Le not died before that great mining -amp reached the height of its pros erily. Dempsey is said to have given v- hundred dollars to the first negr baby born in Leadville.

The richest negro in the Rocky Mountains was B. L. Ford, who came to Denver from Chicago in 1860. He built the Inter-Ocean Hotels in Denver and Cheyenne and at one time he was worth $250,000, but lost it. Ford is a witty fellow and is working up again.

He made a mining sale of a few months ago. which with other property makes him now worth about $40,000. Ford usod to bo a barbor. Jerry Lee, of Central City, is a prosperous miner worth $40,000 or $50, 000. William Randolph, a well-known negro miner of Leadville, is said to have spent $20,000 on one trip to New York City.

Mary Randolph, a 59or, has hac a varied experience, and is now taking washing and investing her spart earnings in the mines. Mary Calvin, now a Mrs. Houston, also a 69cr, has about $5,000 or $6,000 in property. An old colored man named Wag-onner, who came West in 1800, is worth about $30,000. Dr.

J. B. Young, the pioneer negro physician in Donver, is now said to bo in Montana. Others of negro pioneers are still living in Colorado and throughout tho West. Donver, for hor population, has but few negroes, yet they have property estimated as worth $2,000,000.

Will C. Ferril. vLmtfjL i A WrtfiWti i in I 'I'll, ruVi I i 1 i i 1 I i a i i I THE KING OF COREA. A Letter From the Amerlean Medical Missionaries Correcting Certain Impressions. Boston, Oct.

13. The Traveler prints under date of Seoul, Corea, September 8, a letter from Mrs. Hattie G. Heron, wife of Dr. Heron, of Tennessee, who was reported lo have been sentenced to death for teaching Christianity.

She says she has just passed through a long and dangerous illness which has left her a mere ghost of her former self. She asserts that the King of Corea would not do what has been chaiged against bun and addst He is a man of great strength ot character, kindness of heart and noble ambitions. Moreover, this King and Queen have been most kind and generous in their treatment Dr. Heron and myself. They will do all their poiver to protect us.

Our only danger is from the ignoranand supersiitious lower classes, who, if aroused, might kill us before the King could rescue us fi ora them. But ae Dr. Heron has with bis own hands treated about 30,000 sick Coreans, who are very grateful to him, it is not likely that they will rise up against him or his family whatever they may do to others. Mrs. Heron recites several inci ients to show their friendly relations with the royal family and concludes her letter ae follows: Let say positively that Dr.

Heron or I are not now preaching or teaching Christianity except by an example which we pray may be worthy of the name of Christianity. Tbe laws of the land forbi 1 and through the United Stales Minister about a year ago the Amei lean missionaries were absolutely forbidden to teach religion, but we long for the time hen our treatv shall be revised and the freedom of religion allowed. Until -hat time we are doing all in otur pow regain the confidence and respect Of the people, wilh what success you fudge from aiv letter. itfnTss ii'l Wmw 1 KWinfVi tipiiignWfliii A.