The Algona Upper Des Moines from Algona, Iowa on December 13, 1893 · Page 3
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»%wv f,,- ~ •- «-.,-J, >* §f AlSk JIM. ^ fevefjthiBg flensed our ootghfor s\ When It Gained ' ,., '' He never comfrlaindd,.' BUt sakl Wet weather suited htm. "There is flever too tnuoh f al n f or ms^ ' And this is something like," said ho. 1 A cyclone whirled along Its took, And did'hiffi harm- 1 It br6kd his arm And stripped the coat from off his back. "And 1 would give another limb T6 see such a blow again," Said Jim. Afed when at length his years \vrree til j, ttts body bent And his SK.dngtli all spent, And .TJm x* is very weak and old; 1 1 long have wanted to l«now,"—ho said. "How it feels to die"—and Jiui was dead. ' ""The tvnpol of death hod summoned him , • To heaven, or—well I cannot toll. -But 1 knew that tho climate suited Jim; And cold Of hot, it maUei-ed not— It was to him the long-sought spot. —Atlanta Constitution. MISADVENTURES • OF JOHN NICHOLSON, UY ItOUEKT tOUIS STEVI3NSON. CHAPTER VIII—CONTINUED. John gave the name of tho driver, which, as I have not been able to comniand the vehicle, I here suppress. -. ; ." JJWpll," resumed Alexander, "I'll |( f calf round at their place before I porno back, and pay your shot for you. • In that way, before breakfast time, you'll be as good as new." V John murmured inarticulate thanks. f^o see his brother thus energetic in service moved him beyond expres- • sion. If he could not utter what he jPfelt, he showed it legibly in his face; 'and Alexander read it there, and liked it tho bettor in that dumb delivery. "But there's one thing," said the flatter, "cablegrams are dear; and I I'daresay you remember enough of the f governor to guess tho state of my I'finances." \ "The trouble is," said John, "that LI my stamps are in that beastly Chouse." "All your what?" asked Alexander. ^ "Stamps—-money," explained John. ^'It's an American expression; I'm •^'afraid I contracted one or two." 'I have somo," said Flora. "I havo |a pound noto upstairs." "My dear Flora," returned Alex- I'ander, "a pound noto won't soo us ,,very far; and besides, this is myfath- ler's business, and I shall be very . surprised if it isn't my father |jvho pays for it." " "I would not apply to him yot; I I'do not think that can bo wise," ob- 1 jected Flora. "You have a very imperfect idea of |; my resources, and none at all of my "^effrontery," replied Alexander. . ""Please observe." He put John from his way, chose a ''stout knife among the supper things, •land,.with surprising quickness, broke -into his father's drawer. "There's nothing 1 easier when you •come -to try," ho observed, pocketing iho irioney. "I wish you had not done that," said Flora. "You will never hoar tho last of it." "Oh, I don't know," returned the young man; "the governor is human after all. And now, John, let mo s'eo your famous pass-key. Get into bod, and don't move for anyone till I como back. They won't mind your not answering when thoy knock; I generally don't myfcolf." CHAPTER" ix. In Which Mr. Nicholson Accepts tho Principles of an Allowance. In spite of the horrors of tho day ••and tho tea-drinking of tho night, John slept tho sleep of infancy. Ho :was awakened by tho maid, as it might have been ten years ago, tapping at his door. The winter sunriso was painting the east; and as tho window was to the back of the houao, it shone into the room with many strange colors of refracted light. "Without the houses wore all cleanly roofed with snow; the garden walls woro coped with it a footjn height; the greens lay glittering. Yet ,-strange as snow had grown to John •during his years upon the bay of San Fsanoisco, it was what he saw within that most affected him. For it was to his own room that Alexander had been promoted; there was the old paper with the device of lowers, in which a cunning fancy might yet detect the face of Skinny Jim, of the academy, John's former dominie; there was the old chest of drawers; there .'were the chairs—one, two, three— 'three as before. Only tho carpet was .pew, and the litter of Alexander's .clothes and books and drawing ma- :tepi»ls, and a pencil drawing on the •wall, which (in John's eyes) appeared .a marvel of proficiency. He was thus lying, and looking, and d.'eaming, hanging, as it were, between two epochs of his life, when •Alexander came to the door and made his presence known by a, loud whisper, John let him in and jumped back into the warm bed. "Well, John," said Alexander,"tho spablegram is sent in your name, and • twenty words of answer paid. I have 'beeji to the cab office and paid your -oa.b, even saw the old gentleman himself and properly apologized- He was imighty placable, and indicated his belief that you had been drinking. . I knocked old Macewen out of , and explained affairs to him as 'he sat and shivered in a dressing- gown. And before that I had been to fpgh street, where they had heard dptbing of your dead body, so that I incline to the belief that you dreamed it." "Catch me!" said John. "Well, the police never do know anything," assented Alexander; ,"and §t a»y rate, they have dispatched a $* n Ig inquire and to recover your jrousws and youi- money, so that ' ""4s ww fftirly -5V,/. A-M*", ''and I can see but ono lion in youi» path—-tho governor." ^•rilho" turned out again, youHl see," Bffiict'Jotin, dismally. "I doh'fi imagine so/'jreturnod tho other, "Not if you cto what Flora and I havo drrangbd, and your business no* is to dress anil lose no time about it Is your watch right? Well, you have a quarter of an hour. By five ml.nitos before the half hour you must bo at table, in your old seat, under Uncle Duthie's picture. Flora will bo there to keep you countenance; and \vo shall see what Avo shall see," "Wouldn't it be wiser for mo to stay irt bed?" said John. . "If you mean to manage your own concerns, you can do precisely what you like," replied Alexander; "but it' you are Hot in yoiir place live minutes,before the half hour I wash my hands of you for one."" And thereupon ho departed. He had spoken warmly, but the truth is, his heart was somewhat troubled, and us he hung over the balustefs, watching for his father to appear, he had hard ado to keep himself braced for the encounter that must follow. "If he takes it well, I shall bo lucky," ho reflected. "If ho takes it ill, 'why, it'll bo a herring across John's tracks, and perhaps all for tho best. He's a confounded muff, this brother of mine, but ho scorns a decent soul." At that stago a door opened below with a certain emphasis, and Mr. NichplBon was seen solemnly to descend tho stairs, and pass into his own apartments. Alexander followed, quaking inwardly, but with a steady face. Ho knocked, was bidden to enter, and found his father standing in front of the forced drawer*to which ho pointed as he spoke. "This is a most extraordinary thing," said he. "I have been robbed!" "I was afraid you would .notice it," observed his ,son; it made such a beastly hash of tho tab'lo." .-* ';• "You were afraid I would notice it?" repeated Mr. Nicholson. "And, pray, what may that mean?" "That I was a thief, sir," returned Alexander. "I took all the money in case tho servants slfbuld got hold of it; and here is the change, and a note of my expenditure. 'You were gone to bed, you see, and I did not feel at liberty to knock, you up; but I think when you .have hoard tho circumstances you will do mo justice. Tho fact is, I have reason to bolievo there has been some dreadful error about my brother John. Tho sooner it can be cleared up the better for all parties. It was a piece of business, sir, and so I took it, and decided, on my own responsibility, to send a telegram to San Francisco. Thanks to my quickness, wo may hear to-night. There appears to bo no doubt, sir. that John has been abominably used." •'When did this take place?" asked tho father. "Last night, sir, after you were asleep," was the reply. "It's most extraordinary." said Mr. Nicholson. "Do you mean to say you have been out all night?" "All night, as you say, sir. I have boon to tho telegraph and police office, and Mr. Macewon's. Oh, I had my hands full," said'Alexander. "Very irregular," said tho father. "You think of no ono but yourself." "I do not seo that I havo much to gain in bringing back my older brother," returned Alexander, shrewdly. The answer pleased tho old man; ho smiled. "Well, well; I will go into this after breakfast," said he. "I'm sorry about tho table," said tho son. "Tho tablo is a small matter; I think nothing of that,"said tho father, "It's another example," continued tho son, "of tho awkwardness of 5, man having no money of his own. If 1 had a proper allowance, liko other fellows of my ago, this would havo been quite unnecessary." "A proper allowance P'ropeated his father, in tones of blighting sarcasm, for tho expression was not new to him. "I have never grudged you money for any proper purpose," [TO BE CONTINUED.] Pride uiid Its Fall. James Quin, the • actor, was ex- tromely indignant at the success of Garrick, and retired from the stage. The public missed him, but not to the extent he imagined, and he,therefore, became anxious to return. By way of hinting the possibility of such an occurrence, he wrote to Rich, the manager, a note remarkable for its brevity; "I am at Bath. Quin." To this an answer, equally laconic, came back: "Stay there, and bo A- d, Rich." But Quin could be sarcastic, too. One day a young jackanapes said to him: "What would you give to be as young as I am?" "In truth, sir* I would submit to be almost as foolish," said the old fellow.—Argonaut. The Outside of » Lemon. Not many people stop to think about it, but the outside of a lemon is anything but clean. If you will look at it you will see some tiny spots, like scales, all over it. These are the eggs of an insect, and if the lemon is not washed they are likely to become an ingredient in whatever dish tho lemon is used for. Stuff About Snuff. Many houses are not infrequently infested with beetles and crickets during certain seasons of the year. A simple but effective method of getting rid of them is to sprinkle a small quantity of ordinary snuff in the fireplace at night, and well fill up the ojt the floor, or ajaywhere m,a^ iftfest,with ' T4BJBKNACLE PtlLttT, bft. TAliMAOE BREACHES AT BIRMINGHAM. "And AB lie Journeyed lie Cft»io K DiuMnscus, and Suddenly Sli)no(l Aliout Him if Uuht from BIRMISOHAM, Ala,, Deo. 10.—Rev. Dr.Tal- ', who lectured in this city yesterday, having spoken dnfifig the Week at Nashville,' lT.emphis, and other cities, preached here,th!s nftdrnoou to a large audience, unde'rthe auspices of the Baptist church. The subject was: "Unhofsed," and the text chosen wa"?, Acts 0: 8-5: "And as he journeyed, he came near Damascus; aid suddenly there shlned round about him a' tight ffotn he-avoir, and he fell to the earth, and heard a voice saying fmto him, Saul, Saul, why persecutes! thou nie! Ancl he said, Who art tbou,Lord{ And the Lord said; I am Josus whom thou perse'cutest." The Damascus of,bible ^ times still stands, with a populat\0^i of 135,0p0l' It Was a gay city of white and glistering architecture, its liiinarcts and crescents and domes playing with the light of the morning sun;' embowered in grovea of olive, and citron, and orange, and pomegranate; a famous river plunging its brightness into the scene; a city by the ancients styled "a pearl surrounded by emeralds." Ajgroup of horsemen are advancing 1 upoh that city. Let the Christians of the place 'hide', for that cavalcade coming over the hills is made up of persecutors; their leader small and unattractive in some respects, as leaders sometimes are insignificant in person; witness the Duke of Wellington and Dr. Archibald Alexander. But there is something very intent in the eye of this man of the text, and the horse he rides is lathered with the foam of a long and quick travel of 13S miles. He urges on his steed, for those Christians ««nust be captured and silenced, and that religion of the cross must be annihilated. Suddenly the horses shy off, and plunge until the riders are precipitated. Freed from their riders, the horses bound snorting away. You know that dumb animals, at the sight of an eclipse, or an earthquake, or anything like a supernatural appearance, sometimes become very uncontrollable. A new sun has been kindled in the heavens, putting ovit the glare of the ordinary sun. Christ with the glories of heaven wrapped about him, looked out from a cloud and the splendor was insufferable, ancl no wonder the horses sprang and the equestrians dropped. Dust- covered and bruised, Saul attempts to get up, shading his eyes with his hands from the severe luster of the heavens, but unsuccessfully, -for he is struck stone blind as he cries out, "Who art thou, Lord?" and Jesus answered him, "I am the one you have been chasing. He that whips and scourges those Damascene Christians, whips and scourges me. It is not their back that is bleeding; it is mine. It is not their heart that is breaking; it is mine, am Jesus whom thou pcrsecutest." From that wild, exciting and over whelming scene there rises up the greatest preacher of all the ages Paul, in whose behalf prisons were rocked down, before whom soldier; turned pale, into whose hands Mediterranean sea captains put control o± their shipwrecking- craft, and whose epistles are the avant courier of a resurrection day. I learn from this scene that a worldly fall sometimes precedes a spiritual uplifting. A man does not get much sympathy by falling off a horse. People sav he ought not to have got into the saddle if he could not ride. Those of us who were brought up in the country remember well how the workmen laughed when, on our way back from the brook, we suddenly lost our ride. When in our Grand Review a general toppled from the stirrups it became a national merriment. Here is Paul on horseback—a proud man, riding on with government documents in his pocket, a graduate of a most famous school in which the celebrated Dr. Gamaliel had been a professor, perhaps having already attained two or three titles of the school—Rab. the first; Rabbi, the second; ancl on his wav to Rabbak, the third and highest title". I know from his temperament that his horse was ahead of the other horses, But without time to think of what posture he should take, or without consideration for his dignity, he is tumbled into the dust. And yet that was the best ride Paul ever took. Out of that violent fall he arose into the apostleship. So it has been in all ages and so it is now. You will never ' be worth much for God and the church until you lose your fortune, or have your reputation upset, or in some way, somehow, are thrown and humiliated. You nrnst go down before you go up- Joseph finds his path to the Egyptian court through the pit into which his brothers threw him. Daniel would never have walked amidst the bronzed lions that adorned the Babylonish throne if IMS had not first walked amidst the real lions of the cave. And Paul marshals all the generations of Christendom by falling flat on his face on the road to Damascus. Men who have been always prospered may be efficient servants of the world, but will be of no advantage to Christ. You may ride majestically seated on your charger, rein in hand, foot in stirrup, will never be worth anything spiritually until you fall off. They who graduate from the school of Christ with the highest honors have on their diploma the seal of a li<~>i.'a mu.^dy paw, or the plqsh of j an angry wave or tlie drop of a stray tear, or the. brown scorch of a persecuting lire. li nine hundred and out of a ninety-nine there ih> no moral cr spiritual elevation until there hat> bc,ea a thorough worldly 'upsetting. 4gain. 1 learn fron the subject that the religion of Chriijv, is, not a pusill^n- im.qjis tbtef. ?eopif jp malte usittelieve that Christianity 'is soinptliing for 'inert of small caliber, for women with no capacity td'teas&'H) for children in the'iufant class under six years of age, but not for 1 stoiwart men. Look at this man , of the text! Do you not think that the religion that could capture 1 such a mnn ns ilmt must have some power in it? Itn wns a logician, he was a metaphysician, he was an all-conquering orator, he xvas a poet of the highest type. Ho had a nature that could swamp the leading men of his own day, and, hurled against the Sanhedrim, he made it ti'em- ble. He learned all he could get in the school of his native village; then he had gone to a higher school, and there mastered the Greek and the Hebrew, and perfected himself in belles lettres, until'In after years he astonished the Cretans, and the Cor.intb.ianS, and the Athenians by quotations from their own authors. I have never found anything in Carlyle, or Goethe, oivllcrbert Spencer thutcpuldcompare in strength or beaUty" with Paul's epistles. I do not think there is anything in . the • writings of Sir William Hamilton tht t; sho\Vs such mental discipline as you find in Paul's argument about justification and the resurrection. 1 have not found'any thing in Milton finer in the way of imagination than I can find in Paul's illustrations drawn from the amphitheater. There was nothing in Robert Emmet pleacling for his life, or in Edmund Burke arraigning Warren Hastings in Westminster hall, that compared with the scene in the court room, when before robed officials Paul bowed and began his speech, saying, "I think myself happy, King Agrippa, because I shall answer for'myself this day." I repeat, that a religion that can capture a man like that must have some power in it. It is time you stopped talking as though all the brain of the world were! to Christianity. Where Paul leads, we can afford to follow. I. am glad to know Christ has in the different ages of the worVl hud in his disclpleship a Mozart and u Handel in music; a Raphael and a Reynolds in painting; an Angclo and a Canova in sculpture; a Rusli and a Harvey in medicine; a Orotius and a Washington in statesmanship; a Blackstone, a Marshall, and a Kent in law; and the time will come when the religion of Christ will conquer all the observatories and universities, nnd Philosophy will through her tele- f-copo behold the morning star of Jesus, and in her laboratory sec "that all things work together for good," and with her geological hammer discover the "Rock of Ages." Oh, instead of cowering 1 and shivering when the skeptic stands before you and talks of religion as though it were a pusillanimous thing—instead of that take your New Testament from your pocket and show him the picture of the intellectual giant' of all the ages, prostrated on the road to Damascus while his horse is flying w'ldly away; then ask your skeptic what it was that frightened the one and throw the othe; 1 ? Oh no, it is no weak gospel. H is a glorious gospel. It is an all-conquering gospel. It is an omnipotent gospel. It is the power of God and the wisdom of God unto salvation. Again, I learn from the text a man can not become a Christian until he is unhorsed. The trouble is, we want to ride into the kingdom of God, just as the knight rode into castle gate on palfrey, beautifully caparisoned. We want to come into the kingdom of God in fine style. No kneeling down at the altar, 110 sitting on "anxious seats," no crying over sin, no begging 1 at the door of (iod's mercy. Clear the road, uncl let us come in all prancing in the pride of our soul. No, wo will never get into heaven that way. We must dismount. There is no knight-errantry in religion, no fringed trappings of repentance, but nil utter prostration bo- fore (!od, a going down in the dust, with the cry, ''Unclean, unclean!"—a bewailing of the soul, like David from the- belly of hell—a going down in the dust, until Christ shall }>y his grace lift us up as ho lifted Paul. Oh, proud- hearted hearer, you must get off of that horse. May a light from the throne of God brighter than the sun throw you! Come down into the dust and cry for pardon, and life, and heaven. Again, I learn from this scene of the text that the grace of God can overcome the persecutor, Christ and Paul were boys at the same time in different villages, and Paul's antipathy to Christ was increasing, lie hated everything about 'Christ, lie was going down then with writs in his pockets to have Christ's disciples arrested. lie was not going as a sheriff goes, to arrest a man against whom he had no spite, but Paul was going down to aiv rest those people because he was glad to arrest them. The bible says, "He breathed out slaughter," He wanted them captured, ancl he ' wanted them butchered. I hear the click, and clash, clatter of the hoofs of the galloping steeds on the way to Damascus. Oh! do you think that proud man on horseback ctin ever become a Christian? Yes! there is a voice from heaven like a thunder-clap uttering two words, the second word the same as the first, but uttered with more emphasis, so that the proud equestrian may have no doubt as to who is meant, "Saul! Saul!" That man vvas saved, and he was » persecutor; ands^God can by his grace overcome any persecutor. The days of sword . and fire for Christian^ seem to have gone by. The bayonets of Napoleon I. pried open the "Inquisition" and let the rotting wretches out, 1'he ancient dungeons around Rome are to-day mere curiosities for the travelers. The Coliseum, where wild beasts usetl, to suck up.tb,e life of the martyrs, while the emperor watched an4 Lolia Paulina sat with emerald adcu-nmentb worth 00,000,000 clapping her hands as the i died UB4er the paw an.d the tooth of th,e Uoa—tjiat Coliseum is a ruio nowS ffte e of titty* of flWS fitUt Swoftt sceihs to nftvo gdrte byi fo\it Hftg the clay of persecution ccdsctl?, {CoV Are you not caricatured for you£ religion? In proportion as you try to serve God, find be faithful to him, are yon not sometimes maltreated? That woman finds it hard to bo a Chiistiatt, as her husband talks nnd jeers tt-hile she la trying to say her prayers Or read the bible. That daughter finds It hai'd to be ti Christian with the Whole family arrayed against her—father, mother, brother and sister making her the target of ridicule. That young man finds it hard to be a Christian in the shop, or factory or store, when his comrades jeer at him because he will not go to the gambling hell or other places of iniquity. Oh no, the'.'days of persecttj tion have not ceased, and will not until the end of the world.,. But, oh! you persecuted ones, is it not time • that yOu began to pray for your 'persecutors? They are no prouder^ no fiercer, no more set in their way, than wns this persecutor of the.: text. He ^fell. They will fall if Christ from the 'heavens grandly and gloriously look 'ont on them. God can by his grace Ki- k:i a Eenaii believe in the divinity of •kiiaiv nnd a Tyndall in the worth of prayer. Robert Newton stamped the ship's deck in derisive indignation at Christianity only a little while before he became a Christian. "Out of my house," said a father to his daughter, "if you will keep praying," yet before many months passedj the father knelt lit the same altar with the child. And the Lord 'jestts is willing to look out from heaven upon that derisive opponent of the Christian religion,and address him not in glittering generalities, but coiling him by name. "John! George! Henry!—Saul! Saul! why per- secutest thou me?" Again, I learn from this subject that there is hope for the .worst offenders. It was particularly outrageous that Saul should have gone to Damascus on that errand. Jesus Christ had been dead only three years, and the story of his kindness and his generosity and his love filled all the air. It was a new story, Jesus had only three summers ago been in these very places, and Saul every day in Jerusalem must have met people who knew Christ, people with good eyesight whom Jesus had cured of blindness, people who were dead, and who had been resurrected by the Savior, and people who could tell Paul all the particulars of the crucifixion— just how Jesus looked in the last hour—just how the heavens grew black in the face at the torture. He heard that recited every day by people who were acquainted with all the circumstances, and yet in the fresh memory of that scene he goes to persecute Christ's disciples, impatient at the time it takes to feed ,the horses at the inn, not pulling at the snattlc, but riding with loose rein faster and faster. Oh, he was the chief of sinners. No outbreak of modesty when he said that. Ho was a murderer. He stood by when Stephen died, and helped in the execution, of that good man. When the rabble wanted, to be unimpeded in tlieir work of destroying Stephen, and wanted to take oft their coats, but did not dare to lay them down lest they be stolen, Paul said, "I'll take care of the coats," and they put them clown at the feet of Paul, and he watched the coats, and he watched the horrid mangling of glorious Stephen. Is it a wonder that when he fell from the horse he did not break his neck—that his foot did not catch somewhere in the trappings of the saddle, and he was not dragged and kicked to death? He deserved to die miserably, wretc3ieclly,and forever, notwithstanding all his metaphysics, and his eloquence, and his logic. He was the chief of sinners. He said what was true when ho said that. And yet the grace of God saved him, and so it will yon. If there is any man in this house who thinks he is too bud to b» saved, and says, "I. have wandered very grievously from (Jod, I do not believe there is any hope for me," I tell you the story of this man in the text who was brought to Jesus Christ in spite of his sins and opposition, There may be some here' who are us stoutly opposed to Christ as Paul was. There may bo some, here who are captive of their sins as much so as the young' man who said in regard to his dissipating habits, "I will keep on with them. I know I am breaking my mother's heart, and I know [ am killing myself, and I know that when 1 die 1 shall go to hell, but it is now too late to stop." The steed on which you ride may bo swifter, and stronger, ancl higher- mettled than that on which the Cilician persecutor rode, but Christ can catch it by the bridle, and hurl it back and hiui it clown. There is mercy for you who say you are too bad to be saved. You say you have put off the matter so long, Paul had neglected it a great while, You say that the sin you have committed has been amidst the most aggravating circumstances. That was so with Paul's. Yon say you have exasperated Christ and coaxed your own ruin. So did Paul. And yet he sits to-day oil one of the highest of the heavenly thrones; and there is mercy for you, and good days for you, and gladness for you, if you will only take the same Christ which first threw him down aiad then raised him up. It seems to me as if I can see Paul to-day rising up from the highway to Damascus} and brushing off the dust from his cloak and wiping the sweat of excitement from his brow, as he turns to us and all the ages, saying, "This a faithful saying, and worthy of all acceptation, that Christ Jesus came into the wprld to save shiners, of whom, I am chief." Once more: } learn from this subject that there is a tremendous reality in religion. If it had been a mere optical delusion on the road to Damascus, was, not Paul just the man to find it out? If it had, b^eij, ft shaifl, ajad.' Lit ife^ •XXZs&t.jt 01 tne, tnoBs „-„ ... tlire", ftficl not it matt oi k Ahci wlieWi; sy liim fall ffdlt 'I die, blinded atid overAvhelm&tt, jt,« there must have been sdmetninf 1 Aad, my deaf brother, you-will that thcfe Is sdftietMiig la r^U^—, somewhere. The" only qtfijstlfift* If»/where? , - ' •/*<•>' There was a man who rode Stamford to London, rtinctyflve- in five hours, on horseback. Very.; swift. There was a woman of market who rode on horseback a tliott"/ sand milo^ in • a thoiiSiihtt hottr^'' Very swift. But th-si'e are th«S& here, ay, all . of n<? al-o sJ)eecV,i ing on at tenfold that telbcity,' at & * thousand fold'that rate, toward etern- /; ity. May Almighty Gtod, from itiS;^ opening heavens, flash upon your sdUl 4 ,' • this hour tho question of your etdttlal j destiny, and oh that Jesus Would* thiS" , s hour overcome ypu with his pai'clonirig mercy, as ho stands here with; the-,; pathos of a broken heart and sobs into. 1 , your car, "I have come for thee. | 1 , come with my back raw f i'om the beat? \' ing. T come with my feet mangldfH with tho nails. I come with my bio\V '' aching from the twisted bramble. 1 come with my heart bursting for your '» woes. I can stand it no longer. I am < ,, Jesus whom thou pcrsecutest." , A ftlCH RUSSIAN BROTHER. „ Ivnn tlntl n Grout Opinion of ITlib ntiil U ItlH Ability tn Oat D run It. "The house on the right," says Ivan, with somo pride, "belongs to my brother, who is the richest man in the vi-iage. He has five grown-up sons, and therefore a large amount of land, font- good horses and six cows} he lives well.! 1 . . "Does ho drink?" wo inquire. •'Of course he does," says Ivan, "hard on holidays; but he is a good worker, and, with five sons, can spare two or three to work in town. Three " of his are laborers, and most of their wages come homo. As for the land, my brother and his two sons and their wives can easily, cultivate it. Ah, barihl it's a great thing for us moujiks to have grown-up sons,!" Ivan's remarks Wore true enough. The large family in'a Russian village is a co-operative concern, and pays well. "Is your rich brother at work today?" we asked, Ivan made a tipsily comical gesture of horror, he spat upon the ground with unnecessary vehemence and then crossed himself. '. "The barln is pleased to joke," ho sa,id. "It is a holiday. My brother and his sons are not sinners. They do not work on a holiday. They are all at the kabak, as they should bet" "Drunk?" I ventured. "Drunk, barin; certainly!" said Ivau- "Why, what would you have." WHEN TH^ QUEEN CALLED. JQQ "Is this building fire-proof?" asked the man with blue glasses and a large gripsack. "Not if you're a book agent," replied the janitor, conclu- -!_„!„ She—You abominable man! No flowers, no reception, barely a pleas* ant word—and I have been away eight weeks! lie—You are right—I am itt« deed an ungrateful wretch. Mudge—I was just 'thinking of the resemblance between my salary and my breath. Yabsloy—llow's that- all wind? "No-o. Not that exactly, But as soon, as I draw it I have to blow it." "I wish, sir, to ask for the hand of your daughter in manriage." "But are you in a position to support a fan> ily?" "Oh, I think so, sir." "Yes; but you must consider the matter pretty carefully, for there are ten o| us," Old Friend—My clear fellow, "now that your day's work is over, come along with me and we'll have % long talk. Bank Clerk—Oh, you veally must excuse me, as I have barely time to cutoh a train. Come to the bank some day when I am at work and then we can talk to our hearts 1 content. '^What's the matter, Footlite," saW an actor, "I thought you hq4 % splendid engagement," "So did J. But J had to give it up. 11 "Why?" 'You see they cast ma for the villain in a melodrama." "I should thiuli you would make a good villain." "$p, I'm physically incapacitated, J abominate cigarettes. 1 ' At a oertaia town, named M—, % elas; at u, school was to be in scripture. The examination on all right till the ex4«Huer the head scholar to mime a. text* in The sehalav guve thw Juda,s went and tyangacl right," said, tfta jwa, m *9 *** 'Vh >;;*« . «"»«! t VJJ A fM Was Unfortunately '.Not nt Homo," ' Jefferson, the famous American actor, was once asked to spend a week With <fa Scotch poor. Among the guests was a brilliant and haughty lady, who was the daughter of an earl. "I suppose," sayaMr. Jefferson, "there must have boon .a homespun flavor in my American manner that amused her, for she made a dead-set at quizzing me. I did not detect it at first and answered some ot. her absurd questions about America quite innocently. She kept her face so well that I might never have discovered this-but for the broad grin noon the smooth face of ono of her boyish admirers; and then I felt for tho honor of my country that, if she ever made another, thrust at me, I would parry it if I could. I had not , lonpr to wait, for, emboldened by her late success, she turned upon me and said: "By-the-byo, have you met the queen lately?" "No, madame," replied I, with perfect seriousness, "I was out when her majesty called upon me." She colored slightly, and then turned away, and never spoke to m<! again, but I was revenged-" SKITS AND SQUIBS.

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