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-." MOINE8! ALGOKA. IOWA. WEDNESDAY trtjfmnminu 13, 1 809 , That Mysterious Major... CHAPTER Hl.-(ContlnUed ) "Oh, dear, yes!" assented Falkland _ adily, "It was the talk of London Well, what have they discovered?" ; "Why, that a man who answers to sthe description of a suspicious-looking person who disappeared from England n rather peculiar circumstances at the Itime Of all those forgeries Is supposed fob have left New York on the steamer |City of Chicago on the 12th of this month', and, should this really be so Tie ought to have arrived In Liverpool at the beginning of the week. Just as were speaking of this Brown of 3Ddon it struck me " "That he might be the forger himself? Ah, perhaps he is," exclaimed Svelyn, with a gleam of amusement i her eyes. "Let us all keep a careful atch upon him, and do our best to ;ain the reward which somebody has offered for him." "Very well, Miss Eve; you may depend upon me to help you in your investigations. My services are at your aisposal whenever you may require ihem," was Falkland's reply; but though the words were uttered lightly! there was a sort of resolution lying |atent beneath his apparent careless- ess. "Only do not forget to take care * your own cheque-books, or in the leanwhile you may flnd he has been Sipping pretty heavily into your ex- Chequers ae well. But goodby for the iresent. I shall be coming again to lee for which night you will like tick- Its for tha theater, and then I will Jelephone down." I As the door closed behind the tall father gaunt, but at the same time prepossessing form of Gilbert Falkland, Lady Howard sank back In her |hair with a sign of supreme satisfaction. "Dear me, what should we do with- jtot that man? He is really too good A, mm his words had carried more nc , etll than he had had the satisfaction of Imagining. At the time It had never struck her as peculiar that a man who was an absolute stranger to her should havje been able to single out from the number of letters one In particular for her, thus showing that he knew her address perfectly, it puzzled her though, considerably now, especially as the Idea flashed through her mind, as it had done before even as- she stood in the hall that that letter was not lying among the others when she had first looked over the table. It had seemed a trifling matter at the time; she would never have troubled to think anything more about it if Mr. Falkland had not declared that this man must have known something of her name and had taken the earliest opportunity of trying to make her acquaintance. But now, since he had told her what really villainous characters were constantly to be found at such quiet seaside hotels as the "Royal George," she began to realize that, if this Mr. Brown were one of the number, ho would be capable of anything, • and, seeing her coining, had probably hidden her letter in order to obtain the necessary excuse for addressing her. "Well, at any rate, he shall not speak to me again!" mentally resolved Miss Luttrell, as sho stirred her coffee ind buttered a piece of toast. "Mr. Brown of London is mistaken if he magines that Aunt Lydia and I are :wo helpless individuals whom he can ake in and impose upon as ho likes. He had better try—that is all!" THE WORLb AS If WILL SUNDAY'S SUBJECT. failed, she had not beea to blind as to *TA Y/W A fltt'Si believe that 16 botft cases his effort to J " a - J ^ J1 - a -"-^ » speak to her was merely chance; and the major realized with a sense of the keenest disappointment that, as matters stood, it was practically useless hoping to make the slightest progress toward a more intimate acquaintance. There waa hothing for It therefore but to let things take their own course for a day or two, In the meanwhile preserving such a strict silence, when chancing to encounter Miss Luttrell, as to disarm her of all suspicions, and then to trust to fate to throw her in some way across his path. At any rate, he was prepared BE- 11. tVheffeln Stotf of the New Eattli lie In <;«ntor»«s to Ctitn*. KaHh, btteltoth KlRht*on«n«-M— M tt to remain an occupant of No. 40, on the Second floor of the "Royal George," even if he had to remain Until doomsday for that auspicious moment to arrive. Until doomsday! Yet, When only one hot sultry afternoon, one cool dewey evening, and one sunshiny morning had passed, Major Brown was thoroughly Impatient. It was the afternoon of the second day after his decision, and he was standing at the open window of the smoking room with a most dejected expression upon his face. It seemed such a hopeless case to Imagine that by keeping aloof from her in this way he was making tho slightest progress towards the stage of friendship at which ho was resolved sooner or later Down In the struggle to make the World better and happier we sometime* get depressed with the obstacles to be overcome and the work to be accomplished. Will it not be a tonic and -in CHAPTER IV. Evelyn, however, had reckoned without her host Later in the morning she was hurrying upstairs with a message to her aunt's maid, when, as she "OH, YES—IT—IT—IS MINE!" to arrive. What should ho do with himself? Go for a stroll in the town? Yes; anything would be better than dawdling away his time as he had been doing all the morning. Ho was on the point of withdrawing when footsteps beneath the window and voices In slight but decided altercation arrested his attention. "No; it Is of no use—you are not to come! I want to have a quiet afternoon under the trees, so that I can read my book without any chance of an interruption. I have just reached a most exciting point, and I am dying to see how it all ends." "But how can my presence affect your peace and comfort if I promise not to speak? Surely, if I bring plenty of literature of my own In which I am equally interested, you cannot object " "Yes; but I do. I know so well what would happen. Just at the most pathetic part, when the hero and ho- rolne were plunged In the depths of despair, you would look calmly up from one of Router's most matter-of- fact telegrams, to discover me with tears streaming down my cheeks. No, Mr. Falkland—go into Saltcllffe, as you had arranged, buy a new flower for your coat and " But at that point tho voices and footsteps passed out of hearing. The Major shrugged his shoulders and knocked the ashes somewhat impatiently off his cigar as ho suddenly found himself lost in a vague mental speculation as to how far those entreaties would fail or succeed. All the same, there was a slight frown upon his forehead as he turned away from the window; and, apparently forgetting his resolution to take a walk round the town, he throw himself into a low chair, to puff away at his cigar with renewed energy. Tho hour of three had struck in loud measured tones before he roused himself again; and then, as though by instinct, he returned to his post at tho window just in tinio to catch a glimpse of Miss Luttrell and a largo white parasol disappearing acrbss tho lawn in tho direction of an inviting clump of trees. So the fellow had failed, after all! Involuntarily a smile rose to the Major's face, a particularly unsympathetic smile. "Poor beggar!" ho ejaculated. (To bo continued.) ^troubling himself so much about u our concerns." Jady Howard spoke feelingly. No could have ever taken the rein | government more unwillingly Into own hands.than her ladyship hat 10 upon the death of her husband jree years before, when she had been a rich but somewhat helpless flow, with a large estate and three pwing children. In the years of her |rried life everything had devolved pn Sir Wilfred; and, though, as time on, she became more accustomed l-her sense of perfect independence J had actually consented to an addi- care in the shape of the guard- p of her niece, her brother's Id, she was still only too thankful |,ny one would relieve her a little of E weight of the responsibilities which ; so heavily upon her shoulders. ?n$e«uently Gilbert Falkland, they had chanced to meet upon [continent for the first time only gtontb, before, but who had intro- gd himself as one of the late Sir id's oldest friends, had found his ffitlpns thoroughly acceptable to the !>w; and, as u happened that he rpeen going by the same route as Howard and her niece, he had |tituted himself courier and guide, ; ftad' taken upon his own shoulders Tie troubles and worries insepa- from continental traveling. I-home ip England once more, forbad thrown Mr. Falkland across path again, and Lady Howard Ipnly too pleased If he would still |nythjng for her, even if It were y to arrange a drive or decide of the pieces at the the-ters was wprth seeing. Evelyn scarcely heard the sigh ?ntentment which bad followed Falkland's departure. Her thoughts | running in quite another, dlrec- in spite of the nonchalance l/whjeh she had laughed away Gil"*"••" observations upon the With the man i» the ball, was somewhat breathlessly mounting the last flight, a tall figure, which she recognized at a glance as Major Brown's, suddenly appeared at the top of the staircase, which he was just about to descend. Summoning all her dignity to her aid and with her head set proudly back, Miss Luttrell had prepared to pass on quickly without deigning him more than a coldly regal bow, when to her amazement, as his eyes met hers, he Immediately paused before her. "I beg your pardon, Miss Luttrell, but I believe I have found some lost property of yours. Did you not drop a handkerchief in the dining room last evening?" It was a trifling question, certainly, still it sent the color flaming into the girl's cheeks. "A handkerchief?" she repeated. "No; I am sure I did not"—with a decided shake of her head. "Are you quite sure, though, because I feel certain it is yours—at least it has your initials on it?" he returned, producing the article in question and holding up the comer where the crest of the Luttrells was embroidered over the initials "E. C. L." "This is it. Is It not yours?" Evelyn looked at it astonished. It was impossible to deny the ownership. "Oh, yes—it—it is mine!" The admission was made with such •eluctence that Major Brown was conscious of a feeling that in delivering up the handkerchief to its rightful owner he was rather under an obllga- ipn to her for deigning to accept it ban that she owed anything to him. He was therefore quite astonished at he polite but distant "thank ypu" srhlch rewarded his efforts, and stood or some minutes lost in contempla- ipn of the slight graceful figure as it etreated down a long corridor. "It ls.no go, I.am afraid, this time," e muttered half aloud. "Sambo's mistress has scented mischief already." Yes,, undoubtedly bis scheme Ancient Wedding nouses. In olden times certain towns and villages in England used to possess a wedding house, where poor couples, after they had been wedded at church, could entertain their friends at small cost, the only outlay being the purchase of such provisions for their guests as they brought with them, tho house for the day being given frei> of payment. At Braughing (or Brac-b.- inges), in Hertfordshire, there was a wedding house of this kind, which had a large kitchen with a cauldron, larga spits and dripping pan; a large room for merriment, and a lodging-room, with good linen. At Groat Yeldham, In Essex, there was another such house, which was used by the poorer folk for dining in after they returned from the church. As the practice became obsolete the wedddng house was turned into a school. In 1466 Roger Thornton granted to the mayor and community of Neweastle-upon-Tyne, the use of the hall and kitchen belonging to Thornton's hospital, for the use of young couples, when they were married to make their ^wedding dinner In, and receive the offerings and gifts of their friends, Why Purple Became the Imperial Oolof Purple became the imperial oojor because of its enormous cost and rarity. The only purple known to the'anc'ientfl was the Tyrjan purple, which 1 was oti- tained in minute quantities only from a Mediterannean species of shell flah, called the murex. in the time of Cicero, wool,- double dyed with this color, was so excessively dear that a single pound weight cost a thousand denarii, or about thirty-flye pounds sterling. A single murex only yielded a little drop of the secretion, consequently very large numbers had to be taken in order to obtain enough to dye even a very smajl amount of wool. Amongst inspiration to look at the world as It will be when it has been brought back to paradisaical condition? go let Us for a few moments transport ourselves into the future and pat ourselves forward In the centuries, and see f.ho World in Its rescued and perfected state, as We will see It if in those times we are permitted to revisit this planet, as 1 am sure we will. We all want to see the world after It has been thoroughly gospellzed and all wrongs have been righted. Wo will want to come back, and we will come back, to look upon the refulgent consummation toward which wo have been on larger or smaller scale tolling. Having heard the opening of the orchestra, on whose strings some discords traveled, we will want to hear the last triumphant bar of the perfected oratorio. Having seen the picture as the painter drew tho first outlines on tho canvas, wo will want to see It when It ir as complete as Reuben's "Descent from the Cross," or Michael Angelo's "Last Judgment." Having seen the world under the gleam of the star of Bothlohem, we will want to see It when, under the full shining of the Sun of Righteousness, the towers shall strike twelve at noon. There will be nothing In that coming century of the world's perfectoln to hinder our terrestrial visit. Our power and velocity of locomotion will ' e Improved infinitely. It will not take us long to come here, however far off in God's universe heaven may bo. The Bible declares that such visitation is going on now. "Arc they not all ministering spirits sent forth to minister to those who shall be helm of salvation?" Surely, the gates of heaven will not be bolted, after tho world Is Edonized, so as to hinder the redeemed from descending for a tour of inspection and congratulation and triumph. You know with what interest we look upon ruins—ruins of Kenilworth castle, ruins of Melroso abbey, ruins of Rome, ruins of Pompeii. So this world in ruins Is an enchantment to look at, but we want to see it when rebuilt, repillared, retowered, realtered, rededicated. Tho exact date of the world's restoration I cannot foretell. It may be that through mighty awakenings it may take place in the middle of tho near-by twentieth century. It may be at the opening of the twenty- first century, but it would not be surprising if it took more than 100 years to correct the ravages of sin which have raged for 6,000 years. The chief missionary and evangelistic enterprises were started. In this century, and be not dismayed if it takes a couple of centuries to overcome evils that have had full swing for sixty centuries. I take no responsibility in saying on what page of tho earthly calendar it will roll in. but God's eternal veracity is sworn to it that it will roll in; and as the redeemed in heaven do as they please, and have all the facilities of transit from world to world, you and I, my hourer or reader. Trill come and look at what my text calls "A now earth, wherein dwelleth righteousness." I imagine that wo are descending at that period of tho world's complete gospellzation. There will bo no peril in such a descent. Great heights and depths have no alarm for glorified spirits. We can come down through chasms between worlds without growing dizzy, and across the spaces of half a universe without losing our way. Down and farther down we come. As we approach this world we breathe the perfume of illimitable gardens. Floralization that in the centuries past was here and there walled baefe In thp annals of time tourists visited th« fortress where the prisofee of Chlllon was ifteai-cetated, of Bevll'i Island, where toreyfus endured foui years of cruelty." After passing on amid columns' ftnc statues erected la memory of those who have been mighty tot goodness in the wdrld's* history, the highest and the most exquisitely sculptured are those in honor of such as have been most effectual in saving life or Improving life, rather than those renowned for destroying life. We come upon another group of buildings that musi have been transformed from their original shape and adapted to other uses. "What Is all this?" we ask 6ur escort. He answers: "Those were almshouses and hospitals, but accuracy In making and prudence In running, machinery of all sorts have almost abolished the list of casualties, and sobriety and industry have nearly abolished pauperism, so that those buildings, which once were hospitals and almsholises, have been turned into beautiful homes for the less prospered; and if you will look in you will see the poorest table has abundance, and tha smallest wardrobe luxury, and the harp, wafting to have its strings thrummed, leaning against the piano, waiting for Its keys to be fingered. Yes. we have on thg shelves of our free libraries tho full story of dispensaries, and crutches, and clinics, and surgery, and what a tlmo of suffering there must have been on those battlefields of Sedan and Gettysburg and south Africa one or two hundred years ago. We can hardly believe now that tho science of wholesale murder and multiform assassination was so popular that in the United States in four years 500,000 men on one side went forth to put to death 500,000 men on the other side. "Hospitals and almshouses' must have been a necessity once, but they would bo useless now. And you see all the swamps have been drained. Tho sewerage of the great towns has been perfected. And tho world's cllmato is fio improved that there are no pneu- monias to como out of tho cold, or rheumatism out of tho dampness, or fevers out of tho heat. Consumptions banished. Pneumonias banished. Diphtheria banished. Ophthalmia banished. Neuralgias banished. As near as I can tell from what I have road, our atmosphere of this century is a mingling of the two months of May and October of tho nineteenth century." And we believe what our escort says, for as wo pass on wo flnd health glow- Ing on every cheek and beaming In every eye, and springing In every step, and articulating in every utterance, and you and I whisper'to each other as our escort has his attention drawn to sonio new sunrise upon the morn- Ing sky, and wo say to each other, "Who would believe that this Is the world that we lived In over a hundred years ago? Look at those men and women as we pass on tho road! How Improved tho human race! Such beauty! Such strength! Such gracefulness! Such geniality!, Faces without the mark of one sorrow! Cheeks that seem never to have been wet by one tear! A race sublimated! A new world born!" But I say to our escort: "Did all this merely happen so? Are all the good hero spontaneously good? How did you got tho old shipwrecked world afloat again, out of the breakers into tho smooth seas?" "No, no," responds our twenty-first century escort. "Do you see those towers? Those are the towers of churches, towers of reformatory institutions, towers of Christian schools. Walk with me, and let us enter some of these temples." We enter, and I flnd that the music is in the major key, and nono of It In the minor. Gloria In Excolsis rising above Gloria iKea teofc iatd the kiagdoia of eterffJttet fcetWeefl the-Atkatfe and Pacific, between the Pyrenees and tha Himalayas." The evils'that good people were in the nineteenth ceattir? ttf* lag to destroy have beea ovetctttt& by celestial forces. What human weaponry failed to accomplish, has been done by smalpotent thunderbolts. * * * The good work waa helped on b? the fact that it became a general habit among millionaires and multi-milllca- alres to provide churches and schools and institutions of mercy, not to be built after the testators were dead, but EO that they might be present at the laying of the corner-stone, and at tha dedication, and leave less inducement for the heirs at law to prove la orphans* court that when the testators made their last will and testament they were crazy. The telegraphic wires in the air, and the cables under the sea, thrill with Christian Invltalton. Phonographs charged with gospel sermons stand In every neighborhood. The 6,000,000,000 of the world's Inhabitants In that century are 5,000,000,000 disciples. "But," I say to our escort, the spirit of tho twenty-first century, "you have shown us much; but what about international conditions? When we lived on earth It was a century that bled with Marengo, and Challons, and Lodl- Brldge, and Lucknow, and Solferlno, and Lelpslc, and Waterloo, and San Juan." Our escort replies: "Come with mo to this building of white vnar- l)le and glittering dome." As we pass up and on we are taken into a room where tho mightiest and beat representatives of all nations are assembled to settle international controversies. As we enter I hear the presiding officer opening the council of arbitration, reading the second chapter of Isaiah: 'They shall beat their swords into Plowshares, i and their spears into pruning hooks; nation shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall. :hey learn war any more." Questions which in our long-past nineteenth century caused quarrel and bloodshed, as when Germany and France were deciding about Alsace and Loralnno, as when the United States and Spain were deciding about Cuba—such questions n this twenty-first century settled in ivo minutes, one drop of ink doing more than once could have been accomplished by a river of blood. * * * And now you and I have left our escort as wo ascend, for the law of gravitation has no power to detain ascending spirits. Up . through immensities, and by stellar and lunar and ; °lar splendors, which cannot be de- cribed by mortal tongue, we rise ligher and higher, till we reach the hlning gate as it opens for our re- urn, and the questions greet us from .11 sides: "What is the news? What id you find in that earthly tower? Vhat have you to report in this city f the .sun?" Prophetic, apostolic, aintly inquiry. And standing on'the teps of the house with many mansions, we cry aloud the news: "Hear It. all ye glorified Christian workers of all the past centuries! We found your work on earth was successful, ^yhether on earth you tolled with knit- than one of the nations of antiquity it was death for any person but the sovereign or supreme judges to wear garments dyed with Tyrian purple. Upon the acceesios of Julius Caesar a orWd4}ng a.ny it. in, lest reckless and dishonest pluck or despoil it, surges its billows of color across the fields and up the hillsides, and that which was desert blossoms as the rose. ^All the foreheads of crag crowned with flowers; the feet of the mountains elippered with flowers. Oh! this perfume of the continents, this aroma of the hemispheres! As we approach nearer we hear songs and laughter and bosannas, but not one groan of distress, not one sob of bereavement, not one clank of chain. ; Alighted on the redeemed earth, we are first acosted by the spirit of the twenty-first century, who proposes to guide and show us all that we desire to see. Without his guidance we would lose our way, for the world is so much changed from the time when we lived in it, First of all, he points out to us a group of abandoned buildings. We a»k this spirit of the twenty-first cen* tury, "What are those structures whose walla are falling down, and whose gates are rusted pn the hinges?" Our escort tells us: "Those were once penitentiaries filled with offenders, but the crime of the world has died out. Theft and arson and violence have quitted the earth. People have all they want, and why should they appropriate the property of others, even if they had the desire? The marauders, the assassins, the buccaneers, the Herods, the Nana Sahibs, the ruffians, the Bandits are dead, or, transfigured by the power pf tfce Christian religion, are now upright and beneficent useful, Prises are Qjt no m,pre Ip tills world, except $f place* tp be vt8,R;e,fJ ty --•-—'- in Excelsis. Tremolo stop in the organ not so much used as the trumpet stop. More of Ariel than of Naomi. More chants than dirges. Not a thin song, the words of which no one understands on the lip of the soloist, but mighty harmonics that roll from outside the door to chancel, and from floor to groined rafter, as though Handel had come out of the eighteenth century into the twenty-first, and had his foot on tho organ pedal, and Thomas Hastings had como out of the early part of the nineteenth century Into the twenty-first and were leading the voices. Music that moves the earth and makes heaven listen. But I say to the twenty-first century escort: "I cannot understand this. Have these worshipers no sorrows, or have they forgotten their sorrows?" Our escort responds: "Sorrows! Why, they had sorrows more than you could count, but by a divine Illumination that the eighteenth and nineteenth centuries never enjoyed, they understand the uses of sorrow, and are comforted with a supernatural condolence, such as previous centuries never experienced." I ask again of the interpreter: "Has death been banished from the world?" The answer is: "NP, but people die now only when, the physical machinery is wprn fl«t, a,nd they realize it is time tp go.'aiJd •th'ey y are*c9Ftain}y and without doubt going into a world where they will pe inflnitely better off and are to live IB a mansion that awaits their immediate occupancy," "But bow is all this effected?" I ask pur escort, Answer: "By floods pf gospel ppwsr, You Who lived in the nineteenth cen» tury never saw a, revival of religion to be compared w.lth what occurred in the latter part of the twentieth-and the early part of the twenty-first century. The prophecy has been fulfilled that 'a nation shall be barn in a day',- that is, ten or twenty pr forty million people cpnyerted }n ,t\yenty*fqur hours, fn oqr church history we read pf ting needle, or rung a trowel on a ria- ing wall, or smote a shoe last, or endowed a university, or swayed a scepter; whether on earth you gave a cup of cold water In the name of a disciple, or at some pentecost preached 3,000 souls Into tho kingdom. In that world we havo just visited tho deserts are all abloom, and the wildernesses are bright with fountains. Sin is extirpated. Crime is reformed. Disease is cured. The race is emancipated. The earth is full of the knowledge of God, as the waters cover the sea.' 'The redeemed of tho Lord have come to ZIon with songs and everlasting joy upon their heads.' 'The Lord God Omnipotent reigneth, and the kingdoms of tho world have become the kingdoms of our Lord Jesus Christ.' Let the harpers of heaven strike the glad tidings from the strings of their harps, and the trumpeters put them in the mouth of their trumpets and the orchestras roll them into the grand march of the eternities, and all the cathedral towers of tho great capital of the universe chime them all over heaven." And now I look up and see the casting down of the bejeweled and radiant crowns at the sacred feet of the enthroned Jesus. Missionary Carey ia cat-ting down before those feet the crown of India saved. Missionary Judson Is casting down the crown of Burmah saved. Missionary Abeel casting down the crown of Chinai eaved. David Livingstone cast- Ing down at those feet the crown of Africa eaved, Missionary Brainerd casting down the crown pf this country's aborigines saved. Souls that went UP from all the denominations in ' America in holy rivalry, seeking which could soonest cas t t down the crown of this continent at the Savior's leet, and America saved. But pften ypu and I who were companions in that expedition from heaven tp earth, seated on the green bank of the river that rolls tbrpugb the para- diBe pf God, will talk over the scenes we witnessed Ift that parenthesis pf heavenly bliss, in that vacation from The sin o? priote in wh>9& an -' ..< ' .'! .L,Att'^-rt.£ 'rl-. -k; .i '&*'*«?£&£*&» the skies, in fiur terrestrial vieltatiw --we who were wrly residents in the nineteenth r<mtury, escprted by the spirit pf the twenty-first century, wtiea, we saw what my text aescrjhe,s as ••» new earth, wherein dwelleth, righteousness." "Glory to, the Father, 'and to the Spn and to the Holy Gbpst, aa it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be, world without <jm<j. Amen."

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