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J,'J '- - f "I THE' TJPFEEDE8 MOINES; ALGONA. IOWA, WEDNESDAY OCTOR Walker sat nlone in his office at the Orthopedic hospital one dark stormy night. Outside, the wind and rain were 'having it all their own way. The gale Bwept around the huge building with mad shrieks, like a score of fiends let loose to riot and rejoice in the misery of suffering human souls. The ram dame down in wild gusts, dashing itself impudently into the faces of the •few chnnce pedestrians, and forcing thoso obliged to be abroad to turn *esolute faces homeward. Ah! Heaven be merciful to the wretch who had no liome that night! Within the hospital dead silence feigned. The patients were supposed to be disposed for the night, and lights •were out, only in the wards where the "sufferers were so dangerously ill that the watchers by their bedsides sat waiting with patient outward composure for the approaching end. Doctor Walker—he was familiarly known throughout the institution as "Doctor Will"—sat poring over a huge volume upon the table before him,and Striving to concentrate his thoughts upon its contents. But He seemed out of sorts to-night; he seemed restless and uneasy. A noble, manly face, •with handsome features, and kindly blue eyes. His upper lip was shaded by a drooping mustache, which it was his habit, when perplexed or annoyed, to bite furiously. Altogether, Doctor Will Walker was a man to attract, to irivite'*6onfidence; an ideal character for a physician. For all physicians, especially where nervous diseases are a specialty should possess this attraction to. the patients. _ "I wonder what ails me to-night/ he exclaimed half aloncl, closing the book at last.and pushing it aside with a weary gesture. "Somehow I cannot study, or find interest in my work. Now', if I were like some of my inter- •esting nervous patients, I would say • that I feel as tf something was going to happen? Bah*, what folly m jo, etronf man to'ValloV his nerves to affect his whole life." One must exert •will-power and-— '— "Ah! what is it? Did you speak to me. Kate?" " For there at the half open door . of the office, Doctor Will's quick glance had detected one of the night nurses a pleasant faced, kindly-looking •woman who bad been long attached to the hospital. She stepped to the threshold, and threw the door open. "Yes, doctor, I wanted to tell you that there is a new patient in the reception room. A young man who has been -brought here in a cab. His arm is broken, I think. The driver said the young man hailed the cab about ain hour ago, on Green street, and said he had broken his arm, and wished to be taken to friends at the other end of the city. The driver drove' the young m'aii to the street and number designated, but there was no one there. The house was quite empty, and a policeman, near, said that the family had gone to Europe. At that the young man uttered a cry of disappointment which the cab-driver said made his own heart ache; and then he reeled unsteadily and nearly fell to the ground. But the driver and policeman together placed him in the •cab, and he was taken here, as it happened to be only a few blocks away. By this time Doctor Will had followed Kate into the reception-room, , where a slight form in a neat gray suit lay upon a, sofa, quite unconscious. The doctor dispatched the nurse for his surgical instruments and soon had removed the stranger's coat and rolled up the sleeves of the snowy under garments, soft and fine. The face upon the sofa pillow was delicate and refined; a face with perfect features; the long, dark eyelashes sweeping the , white cheeks, the soft, dark hair curl- In" 1 slightly, brushed away from a , broad, low brow. The interesting 1 patient could not have been more ! than seventeen. No trace of beard or ' moustache darkened the soft, fair 1 skin. He looked as helpless as a child lying there before the keen, searching -eyes of the young physician. Something—a strange sensation which 1 Doctor Will did not stop to analyze— moved his heart as ho touched the •round,white arm, and prepared to ex- exaimne the injuries. "Compound fracture!" he muttered concisely. "Come here Kate! You will have to assist me!" "Dear me!" ejaculated the nurse, bending over the slim, graceful form, "he's as delicate as a girl. Look! See the blue veins in h!s arm. Poor young chap. He has to suffer yet, Before that arm will be well." A little later, hfs injuries attendeu to, the strange patient was placed in bed. He had recovered consciousness, -and opened a pair of great, dark, beautiful eyes to meet Dr. Will's sympathetic gaze. "Where am I?" faltered the patient. "In the Orthopedic hospital, sir, You have broken your arm and were ' brought here by a cab driver. You lire perfectly safe here. Tell me your •name and where shall I send for your friends?" "My name," a slight hesitation, is Halton—Parke Halton. My friends? "What asnirituel'ie face for a man— | or a- boy rather?" he exclaimed. _ "I ] declare t was never so interested in a patient before in my lifo!" The next day Farko Halton was much better, and as the days went by he grew rapidly stronger. Dr. Will spent more time in the room of his interesting patient than he had ever been known to do before. There seemed some subtle attraction between the two; and as time passed it grew and strengthened. At last Parke was fully recovered, and in a few days would bo discharged from the hospital. One night Kate, the night nurse, was startled by the sound' of faint sobbing and stifled weeping which seemed to come from the end of the long cor: rid'or near the sleeping room of Dr. Will, She hastened softly to the spot, determined to know what was the matter. This is what she saw: . Parke Halton on his knees at the door of the doctor's room, weeping bitterly. Directly, the young man arose to his feet, and entered the room, for the physicians' room was never locked,but always ready for a hasty summons in the night. the house it was closed and the family gone to Europe. "I was in terrible pnm with my broken arm, and that, with the disap- jointmerit, overcame mo, and I fainted, uid was taken to the hospital. You enow the rest, doctor.- Can yoii ever "orgive my unwomanly conduct?" Doctor Will took both little hands n his own, and led her from the room. "I know thK" he said, in a low, tender tone, "that I love you as man never loved woman before. Will you be my wife, Leoline?" Her eyes drooped before his passionate ga/.e, "I have Jovcd you ever since my eyes first opened from that swoon in the hospital," she faltered, "and it nearly drove me distracted to reflect upon'my false position. You surely cannot love or respect me?" But there was no doubt of the love which filled his heart, and with true love respect comes always. And that was the way in which my friend Walker found his wife—Doctor Will's Strange Patient! TABEENACM PULPIT. TALMAGE PREACHES A CHRISTMAS SERMON. ClirUt thfl Star That Mplito H»o nn Hneo to a Oloflous Wcstiii.v—"I the JlMclit ttnd the Morning —Itov. 3:3:1.0. In speechless amazement Kate noticed the young patient steal softly _to the bedside, and stooping, press a kis upon the brow of the sleeping physician; then, weeping bitterly, steal away once more. Out in the corridor the nurse suddenly confronted the young man. Halton fell back with a stifled cry, "Explain yourself, sir," began the nurse. "Your conduct is rather unusual." , , ' A sudden resolution seemed to come into the young man's mind. "Come to my roomi" he said, in a hurried whisper, "and I will tell you all I havn a confession to make! ' The next morning when Doctor VN ill awoke from his slumbers he found upon his bed a small locket containing the pictured face of a girl. .It was the exact counterpart of Parke Halton. Wheju he left his room he was met by Kate, who announced that the young' man was gone. She had found his bed empty that morning, and a sum of money sufficient to more than cover his expenses at the hospital lying upon the" table. But whatever the secret confided to Kate she kept it inviolate. Doctor Will's face clouded, and a troubled look • crept into his eyes. After that, he became very quiet and taciturn, and altogether a changed man. One day he received a summons to an up-town mansion; its owner lay dying—stricken down by a swift and Ah! 1 have none! I—I went to the house of old friends—they have gone to Europe. I have not been here long! I have no place to go. But I have ononey." "Don't trouble yourself, Mr. Halton. You are all right here. The wards are full, and I have had you placed in p private room." "Thank you! I am able to pay for it You will get me well as soon as possible doctor " with a slight in- e "l°am U l)oetor William Walker of this hospital. I shall do all in my power for you. It is nothing dangerous, my dear sir; only you must have rest. Now I will give you a sleeping potion, and hope to find you better m the morning." Parke llaltou drank the sleeping draught, and almost immediately fell . Doctor Will sat watching the pale, •beautiful face upon the pillow before him with an odd sensation struggling hi* left vest pocket- "ILK 1I.YTKD MB, IJESrlSKD MK. sudden disease. Arrived at his bedside, Doctor Will saw at once that it was too lato to save him; his hours were numbered. "I have something to tell you, the dying man said, feebly. "Sec that no one is near. Wait, I wish to send for my ward, Leolinc Lea." 'A message was dispatched, and m a few moments a young girl entered the room. At sight of her, the blood receded from Doctor Will's heart, and he felt as though he was sroing to faint. For it was the face in the locket, which Doctor Will even ttipn wore over his heart, and thefac-'simile of Parke Halton. Stifling an exclamation, the girl sank into a scat. The dying man began: ' "I was guardian over Leoline Lea's property. She was very rich; but I have squandered her estate; I am dying now. I loved her and I determined to make her my wife; thus I need never render an account of the wasted fortune. I persecuted her for a year to gain her consent. She would soon be "si and out of my power, and then I would be forced to give an account of her squandered fortune. I was half wild lest I be discovered and punished. I did all in my power to force her into marriage with mo. She hated me, despised me, scorned me. _ "At last, tired of her defiance, I locked her in her own room up stairs in this house, and decided to starve her into obedience to my wishes. "To my consternation the girl escaped from her prison. She knotted the blankets together and made a rope by |yhich she managed to effect her escape. "She was gone several weeks. I was half distracted over her absence, for she was as ignorant of the world as a little child. Had she not been, she woulu have known that the law gives no guardian the right to deprive his ward of liberty. "On her twenty-first birth-day, however, she reappeared and demai.-.?ed the restitution -of her fortune. But she would give no account of her whereabouts during her absence from my house until to-day, when she declared that she had found refuge in the Orthopedic hospital. I have scut for you to corroborate her story. Doctor Walker have you ever met my ward before?" Doctor Will's blue frightened gaze of ones; they drooled, answer that question? her feet. •Yes, Doctor Walker has met me before. 1 am Parke Halton." Her face was ghastly white now, and she trembled perceptibly. "I was very ii-norant of the world's ways, as ray cruardian acknowledges—a friendless orphan—or I would long ago have appealed to the law for protection from his persecutions. In the wardrobe of the room where I was imprisoned 1 found a suit of men's clothing; I uiau- a"-ed to alter them so that I could wTeav them; and, knotting blankets ami sheets together, finally escaped from the window, breaking my arm in my flight. I had hoped to find refuge until my twenty-first birthday THE AGENT SYMPATHIZED. Why He .Could Foel for Uio Man Who Had Blundered. When Brakeman Thompson opened a switch at Kingsbiu-y, Ind., and sent a Wabash passenger train headlong against a solid line of loaded freight cars, the indignant public suggested all sorts of ~ punishment for him. Men who had worked on train crews were not so bitter. One of the prominent railway officials ol Chicago—a general passenger agent—took the trouble to look into Thompson's record and learned that he had been one of tho most intelligent, competent and careful men in tho employ of the company, says the Chicago liecord. "He has suffered his full penalty already," said tho passenger agent. "I know what it is to live a year in. two seconds. When I was a mere boy, crazy for railroading 1 , I wont out as a freight brakernan. One day our train was on a siding waiting for an express to go by. I went ahead to the switch. Now, I wasn't thinking of switches, trains or anything else in the world except a certain person whom 1 was expecting to moot at tho other end of the run. I went to that switch whistling and thinking of something else. I unlocked the switch; threw it open, turned my back to it and watched tho express train grow larger as it swung- down tho long grade toward me, but I wasn't thinking of it until, when it was almost upon mo, 1 noticed the engineer jump from his place in th a window. The whistle for brakes helped to arouse mo. I turned to the switch, and then it dawned upon mo that tho switch was open and that the express was headed for the siding. . "I jumped against the upright and the train went by on the main track. "The engineer's face was white through the coal dust. I had no time to lock the switch. I simply lay against it until tho hist cat 1 had passed, and then I dropped in a faint. "That engineer never reported it. wouldn't have been business to-day. "Since then I have some pity and sympathy for men who make what seem to bo criminal blunders. You can't tell why they do certain things at the wrong times. Thoy e.'iu't tell themselves." the acry: knew Die and [f ho had, 1 in the railroad "I am sorry to toll you," said tho editor, "that we cannot use your poem.'' "Indeed!" "To b/vj»candid _ with you, it is ojrfmsy in sentiment and faulty in ^onbtruction. The rhymes are all wrong, and altogether it is not even decent doggerel." Hero tho editor paused for breath and tho poet said meekly: "Give it back to mo, please. 'I don't think you can do anything with it." 'Oh, yes I win. I'll havo it sot to music and make a popular song- of it," From Dill'erent Standpoint*. "And this is tho state penitentiary, is it?" inquired the stranger who was strolling about the environs ;u Joliet. "It's a pretty lino piece of architecture." "It depends a good deal on how you aro looking at it," replied tho man spoken to, winking- slyly at the bystanders. "Ah, yes, I suppose it does, rejoined tho stranger. "How does it look on the inside?"—Chicago Inter Ocean. eyes met the Leoline's dark How could he She arose to wi L tiij W *•*••• »*»i* ^T^ T •/ . ,, .1 th some acquaintances at tine farmer cf tV< but wfceij I reached Author. Manuscript Header—Hero is a manuscript from some writer I never heard of. Great Maga/.ine Editor—Well, no use discouraging tho poor fellow. Kick it around the floor, so it will look a; J if it had beou carefully read, and send it back. Wanted Klpo lobsters. "Have you any lobsters to-day?" asked Mrs. Honeymoon. "Yes, ma'am," said the h'shinan, "here is a fresh lot." "Oh, dear me, I don't want them; they aro green. Haven't you any riper ones than these?"—Truth. Temptation Solicited. Willie, who has eaten his apple— Mabel, let's play Adam and Kve. You be Eve and I'll be Adam. Mabel—Ail right. Well? Willie—Now you tempt mo to eat youv apple and I'll succumb.--Judge. The Sumo Ola Excuse. Magistrate—Well, young- man. what excuse have ypu for taking the picture when you were forbidden to do it? Man—Judge, I didn't know my camera was loaded.—Judge. BKOOKI.YN, N. Y., Dec. 24.—In the Brooklyn tabernacle to-day, a great audience assembled to participate in the Christmas services. Standing before the organ, festooned with Christ- inns greens, this sermon was delivered by Rev. Dr. Talmage, after the throngs had sung: "The Star of Bethlehem." Text, Rev. 22:10, "I am the bright and the morning star." This is Christmas eve. Our attention and the. attention of the world is drawn to the star that pointed down to the caravansary where Christ was born. But do not let us forget that Christ himself was a star. To that luminous fact my text calls us. It seems as if the natural, world were anxious to make up for the damage it did our race in furnishing the forbidden fruit. If that fruit wrought death among the nations, now all the natural products shall become n, symbol of blessing. The showering down of the wealth of the orchard will make ws think of him whom Solomon describes as the apple tree among the trees of the wood; and the flowers of tangled glen and cultured parterre shall be the dew-glinted -garland for the brow of the Lord Jesus. Yea, even the night shall be laxed, and its brightest star shall be set ns a gem in the coronet of our holy religion. Have you ever .seen the morning star advantageously? If it was on your way home from a night's carousal,you saw none of its beauty. If 3^011 merely turned over on your pillow in the darkness, glancing out of the window, you know nothing about the cheerful influence of that star. But there are many in this house to-night who, in great passes of their life, some of them far out at sen, have gazed at that star and been thrilled through with indescribable gladness. That star come.s trembling as though with the perils of the darkness, and yet bright with the anticipation of the day. It seems emotional with all tenderness, its eyes filled with the tears of many sorrows. It is the com on the hand of the morning thrust up to signal its coming-. Other stars are dim, like holy candles in a cathedral or silver beads counted in superstitious litany; but this is a living star, a speaking- star, an historic star, an evangelistic, star—bright, and brilliant. and/' X amphiint symbol of the great R el' .emer. The telegraphic operator puts his finger on the silver key of the electric instrument, and the tidings fly across tho continent; and so it seems to me that the linger of inspiration is placed upon this silver point in the heavens, and it thrills through all the earth: "Behold, I bring you good tidings of great joy which shall be to all people. Behold I am the bright and morning star." The meaning of my text is this: as the morning star precedes and promises the coming of the day. so Christ heralds the natural and spiritual dawn. In the first place Christ heralded the coming of the creation. There was a time when there was no order, no sound of beauty. No wing stirred. No word was uttered. Xo light sped. As far as God could look up, as far down, as far out, there was nothing. Immeasurable solitude. Height and depth, and length, and breadth of nothingness. Did Christ then exist'. 1 Oh, yes. "By him were all things made that are made; things in heaven and things in earth and things under the earth." Yes. he antedated tlie creation. He led forth Arcturus and his sons, lie shone before tho lir.st morning. His voice was heard in the concert when the morning .stars serenaded the advent of our infant earth, when, wrapped in swaddling clothes of light, it lay in the arms of the great Jehovah. He saw the first fountain laid lie saw the first light kimUefl. That hand which was afterward crushed upon the cross was thurst into chaos, t.ud it brought out one world and swung it in that orbit; and brought out another world and swung it in another orbit; and brought out all ther worlds, and swung them in their particular orbits, They came like sheep at the. call of a shepherd. They knew his voice, and he called them all by their names. Oh, it is an interesting thought to me to know that Christ had something to do with the creation. 1 see now why it was so easy for him to change water into wine; he first created the \vat^> I see now why it was so eusy for him to cure the maniac; he. iirst created the intellect. 1 see now why it was so easy for him to hush the tempest; he sank Oennesaret. I see now why it was so easy for him to swing fish into Simon's net; he made tlie fish. 1 see now why it was so easy for him to give sight to .-the' blind man; he created the optic nelwtv,' 1 see now why it wtis so easy far him' to raise La/.arua from • the dead; he created the body of Lu/.tiru.s ami the rock that shut him in. Some suppose that Christ came a .stniugcr to Bethlehem Oh, no! He created the shepherds, and the flocks they watched, ami the hills on which they pastured, and the heavens that overarched their heads, and the angels that chanted the chorus on that Christmas night. That hand, which was afterward nailed to the cross, was an omnipotent and creative hand, and the whole universe was poised on the tip of one of his fingers. Before the world was, Christ was. All the worlds came trooping up out of the darkness and he greeted them, as a father greets his children, ;,i ''g-ood morning," or a "good, I night." Hail, Lord Jesus, morning star of tho first creation! Again, Christ heralds the dawn of comfort in a Christian soul. Sometimes we como to passes in life where all kinds of tribulations meet us. You are building up some great enterprise. You have built the foundation—the wall—you are just about to put on the capstone, when everything is demolished. You have a harp all strung for sweetest accord, and some great agony crushes it. There is n Mtle voice hushed in the household. Blue eye closed! Color dashed out of the cheek. The foot still. Instead of the quick feet in the hall, hcavv tread of those who the march to the grave. Oh. what are people to do amid all these sorrows. Some sit down and mourn. Some bite their lip until until the blood comes. Some wring their pale hands. Some fall-on their faces. Some lie on then- backs helpless, and look up into what !!„:— heaven. seems to them an unpitying _ Some pull their hair down over their ejas, and look through with a fiend s jvlVre. Some with both hands press hot brain, and want to die, and oh God! Oh God!" Long night, bitter 11.s.'1-.t. stupendous night of the world's 'suffering! Some know not which way to turn. But not so the Christian man. He looks up toward the heavens. He sees a bright appearance in the heavens. Can it be only a flashing meteor? Can it be only a falling star? Can it be only a delusion? Nay. nay. The longer he looks, the "more distinct it becomes, until, after a while, he cries out: "A star! a morning star! a star of comfort! a star of grace! a star of peace! the Star of the Kedeemerl" Peace for all trouble. Balm for all wounds. Life for all dead. Now .lesus, the great heart-healer, comes into our home. Peace! Peace, that passcth all understanding. We look up through our tears. We arc comforted! It is-'the morning star of the Redeemer. "Who broke off that flower?" said one servant in tho garden to another. "Who broke off that flower?" and the other servant said, "The master. ' Nothin" 1 more was said, for if the master had not a right to break off a (lower to wear over his heart or'to set in the vase in the mansion, who has a right to touch the flower? And when Christ comes down into our garden to .rather lilies, shall we fight him back-? Shall we talk as though he had no right to come? If any one in all the universe lias a right to that which is beautiful in our homes, then our Master has, and he will, take it, and he will wear it over his heart, or he will set it in the vase of the palace eternal. "Tho Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away; blessed be the name of the Lord." Peace, troubled soul! I put the balm on your wounded heart to-night. The morning star, the morning star of the Uc.deemer. Again, Christ heralds the dawn of millennial glory. It is night in China, night in India, night in Siberia, night for the vast majority of the world's population. But it seems to me there are some intimations of the morning-. All Spain is lo be brought under the influence of the gospel. What is the light I see breaking over the top of the Pyrenees? Tho morning! Yea, all Italy shall receive the gospel. She shall have her schools, and her colleges, and her churches; her vast population shall surrender themselves to Christ. What is that light 1 see breaking over the top of the Alps? The morning. All India shall come, to God. Hut- idols shall be cast down. Her .lugffci- nauts shall be broken. Her temples of iniquity shall be demolished. What is that light 1 see breaking over the top of the Himalayas? The morning. The empurpled clouds shall gild the path of the conquering day. The Hot- tentot will come, out of his mud hovel to look at tin; duwn; the Chinaman will come up on this granite cliffs, the Norwegian will gut up on the rocks, anil ull the beach of heaven will be crowded with celestial inhabitants come out to see the sun rise over the ocean of the world's agony. Thoy shall come from the east, and from the west, from the north, and from the .south, and sit down in the kingdom of Hod. These sweltered under tropical suns. These shivered under Icelandic temperature. These plucked the vineyards in Italy. These packed the tea boxes in China. These were aborigines lifting up their dusky faces in the dawn. And the wind shall waft it, and every mountain shall become a transfiguration, and the .sen will become the walking- place, of him who trod the wave cliffs of stormy Tiberias, and the song of joy shall raise toward heaven, and the great sky will become a sounding board which shall strike back the shout of salvation to the earth until it rebounds again to the throne of the Almighty, anil the morning star of Christian hope will become the full sunburst of millennial glory. A" 1 !.)in, Christ heralds -the dawn of heaven upon every Christian's dying pillow. 1 suppose you have noticed that the characteristics of people in their healthy days are very apt to be their characteristics in their dying days. The dying words of ambitious Napoleon were: "Head of the army." The dying words of poetic Ijord Byron were:" "1 must sleep now." Tho dying words of affectionate Lord Nelson were: "Kiss me. Hardy." The dying words of Voltaire were, as he saw one whom he supposed to be .lesus in the room: "Oi-ush that wretch." "Hut 1 have noticed that the dying words of Christians always meai: peace- Generally the pain is all gone iiud tho re is great quietude throng! the rcom. As one of these brothers told mo of his mother in the last moment: "She looked up, and said, pointing to some' supernatural beiug that seemed to be in the room, 'Look at tbfit bright form. Why, they have come for me now,'" Tho lattice is turned SQ that the light is very pleasant. It is peace all around. Yon ask yourself: _ "Why, can this be a dying rooin? Itissodrf- ,. ferent from anything 1 ever expected." And you walk the floor, and you look out of the window, and yon dome back and look at your watch, and Jrou look at the face of the patient again, and there is no change, except that the face is becoming more radiant, more illuminated. The wave of death socms coming up higher and higher, uotil it has touched the ankle, then it comes' on up until it touches the knee, and then it comes on up until it reaches the girdle, and then it comes on up ttntil it reaches the lip. and! the soul is about to be floated away into glory, and yott roll back the patient's sleeve, and you put your finger on the pulsei and it is getting weaker and weaker, a,nd th» pulse stops, and you hardly know whether the life has gone or not. Indeed, you cannot tell when she goes- away, she goes away so- calmly. Perhaps it is 4 o'clock in the morning, and you have the bed wheeled around to- the window, and the dying one looks- out into the night sky, and she seea something that attracts hen attention, and you wonder what it is. Why, it is a star. It is a star that out of its silver rim is pointing a supernatural light into that dying experience. And you say, "What is it that you are looking at?" She says, "It is- a, star." You sa.y, "What star is it that seems so well to please you?" "Oh," she says, "that is the morning star—.! esus!" I would like to have my death-bed under that evangelistic star —I would like to have my eye on that star, so I could be assured of the morning. Then the dash of the surf of the sea of death would only be the billowing up of the promise, "When thou* passest through the waters, I will be with thee, and the rivers, they shall not overflow thee." All other lights will fail—the light that falls from the scroll of fame, the light that flashes from the gem in the beautiful- apparel, the light that flames from the burning lamps of a banquet—but this light burns on and burns on. Pa\il kept his eye on that morning star until he could say, "I am now ready to be offered and tho time of my departure is at hand. 1 have fought the good light, 1 have finished my course. I have kept the faith." Edward Pay son kept his eye on that star until he could say, "The breezes of heaven fan me." Dr. Goodwin kept his eye on that evangelistic star until he could sa.y, ''I am swallowed up in God." John Tennant kept his eye on that evangelistic star until he could say, "Welcome*. sweet Lord Jesus—welcome eternity." No other star ever pointed a mariner into so safe a harbor. No other star ever sunk its silvered anchor into the waters. 1 No other star ever pierced such accumulated cloud or beckoned with, such a holy luster, With lanterns and torches, an<5 a <mide, \vc went down in the Mammoth cave of Kentucky. You may walk fourteen miles and see no sunlight. It is a stupendous place. Some places the roof of the cave a hundred feet high. The grottoes filled with weird echoes, cascades falling from invisible height to invisible depth. Stalagmites rising up from the floor of the cave- stalactites descending from the roof of the cave, joining each other, and. making pillars of the Almighty's sculpturing. There arc rosettes of amethyst in hiills of gypsum. As the guide carries his lantern ahead of you, the shadows have an appearance supernatural and spectral. The darkness, is fearful. Two people, getting lost from their guide only for a few hours,, years ago, were demented, and for years sat ; in their insanity. You feel like holding your breath as you walk across the bridges that seem to span the bottomless abyss. Tho guide throws his calcium light down into tho caverns, and the light rolls and tosses froma-ock to rock, and from depth to depth, making at every plunge a new revelation of'the awful power that could have- made such a place as that. A sense of suffocation comes upon you as you think that you are two hundred and fifty feet in a straight line from the sunlit surface of the earth. The guide, after awhile, takes you into what is called the "Star Chamber," and then he says to you: "Sit here," and then he takes the- lantern and goes down under the rocks, and it gets darker and darker, until the night is so thick that the hand an inch from the eye is unobservable. And then, by kindling one of tho lanterns, and placing it in a cleft of tho rock, there is u> reflection cast on the dome of the cave, and there are stars coming out in eonstella- ions—a brilliant nig-ht heavens—and you involuntarily exclaim; "Beautiful! beautiful!" Then he takes the lantern down in other depths of the cavern, mil wanders on, and wanders off, until he comes up from behind the rocks gradually, and it seems like the dawn of the morning and it gets brighter and brighter. Thq uide is a skilled ventriloquist, and ha imitates the voices of the morning, and soon the gloom is all gone, and you stand congratulating yourself over the wonderful spectacle. 1 would Ciod that if my sermon today does not lead you to Christ, that before morning, looking out of the window, the astronomy of the night lit lead von to the feet ol hcavuus Jesus. ••-::• Hark! Uark! to pod the chorus breaks, J From every bpst, from every gem; But one alone, the Savior speaks Is the Star of Bethlehem. •;..i-. JB-I—:—rrr— Tlie ICuliutr Jtiwsiou SUH Strung. The ruling passion is no less stroi^ in jail than "in'death. This fact lu\* Veen discovered by Mrs Ellen C. Jolui sou, -Who.--as .superintendent of an Kn«'-lisii j prison for women, finds, sh^ can c.ou.tr.O'l'a.nd stimulate her charges to highw'eriort by offering them pret- ,. tier elotlies' as a reward lor improved.^ ^ behavior; 1 Even feehind the bars thw are, anxiou.*,, concerning t,heU' ance.'' '