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iSlpPgrj^e''^ ^^ ,%'*"« -,'*\-*'-*t- " \ ~;£"T V J * ' "' ," "•-'-'"'.-' "'" . ;" '' ' f HI MOtHISS: ALGOfrA, IOWA, WEDNESDAY BECEMBJBK 20 4 1899. That Mysterious Major... -.BY... ETHEL A. SOUTIL4M CHAPTER IV.—(Continued.) Sat all thoughts of A eft-oil In tho town had entirely forsaken him now* He also, Mke Miss Luttrell, had suddenly been seized with a longing for ft quiet afternoon Under the frees, - in his cade to pursue an interesting debate In the Times; and, with this Idea In view, he Immediately turned away from the window, caught tip the first paper which came to his hand, and went out into the hall. Yet five minutes later, as he sauntered leisurely across the lawn, glacing cursorily from Bide to side, a slight feeling of guilt far the first time came over him as a gap In the trees revealed a glimpse of a familiar white parasol. Fiddlesticks! Because Miss Luttrell had chosen to bring her book into the garden was no reason why any of tho other Inmates of the "Royal George" should not feel something of the same inclination. Rum/eating thus, the Major moved (slowly on his way, passing first one jenticingly shady nook and then an- icther, until he reached a high overhanging bush about 20 yards from tho group of trees which Miss Luttrell had selected, where he threw himself down iopon the dry burned-up grass and gave ihimself up to the delights of a peace- jful summer afternoon. ! And yet, as he took out his cigar- case and lighting a fresh cigar, glanced casually down the columns -of the inewspaper, it was evident that something besides the perusal of the Times had brought him to that secluded spot, or he would have at least exhibited Borne annoyance when, Instead of finding himself in possession of that star of London daily literature, he discovered himself aimlessly scrutinizing the visitors' list and the many advertisements which occupied at least two- thirds of the Saltcllffe Chronicle. paused In consternation at the sight which met her eyes. CHAPTER V. There was Master Sambo literally surrounded by a mixed collection of cigars and cigarettes, whilst between his paws was calmly reposing a silver-mounted Russian leather cigar- case, at which he was gnawing with apparently aa much enjoyment aa if it had been one of the most tasty bones. "Sambo, where did yon get It? Oh, you bad dog! Whose In the world can It be?" In an Instant Evelyn had seized hold of the cigar-case and dragged It away from the poodle's clutches, but, alas, not before the whole of the leather had become Indented with well-defined tooth-marks, whilst one of the corners had been entirely nibbled away! "Well, Sambo, you have quite surpassed yourself this time!" Evelyn held up the cigar-case before the culprit with a threatening air, and then gave him a couple of small pata with it on his two front paws. But what was she to do about It? To whom could It belong? That was more to the point than scolding Sambo. She raised her head and looked round anxiously, but drew back as her eyes fell upon a familiar form. "Sambo, surely you have never touched anything of that man's?" Yet, as she gave a hurried glance at tbe initials engraved upon one side of the case, her heart sank within her. Yes—it was too true. Should she make her escape into the house, and leave Sambo, surrounded by the litter, to settle his own difficulties? It would certainly be the easiest thing to do; but certainly that Sambo was her own dog, and that she was responsible for his actions, would LYING BACK ON THE GREEN SWARD. No wonder therefore that after some minutes he quietly discarded It, and. lying back on the soft green sward, tilted his hat far over his eyes and prepared to enjoy the perfect calmness of the day. But half an hour had passed quietly; his feelings of perplexity had given place to hopelessness, and hopelessness to a general sense of lassitude, •which had brought him to that stage when the sights and sounds around htm 'had grown vague and indistinct, and before long he was traveling peacefully in the land of sleep. Thus be was quite unconscious of the fact that a little black French •poodle had discovered him and had jsniffed suspiciously round him for two pr three minutes, and also quite unconscious that when that little black French poodle had disappeared, his cigar-case, which had been lying on the grass at his elbow, had disappeared also. Meanwhile Miss Luttrey, who had comfortably ensconced herself in a large bamboo phair, was deeply absorbed in the thrilling incidents of her three-volume novel. So deeply was she absorbed indeed that she had not ,the remotest idea that Major Brown thad even crossed the lawn, or that Bambo, who bad been lying on the rug at her feet, bad grown tired of making little grabg at the army of gnats a»4 flies which bad been hovering round bis head and had gone trptting off to pay a visit to that hapless Individual. when be returned again himself IB silence by her a gllenee wbjcji wap perhaps 'of comlmj «vll from, the very Unusual calmness uppg gam- ifeq'8 part generally foreboded not it be rather a mean way of getting out of the mischief? She took up her book and set off with Sambo. "This will be a very good test as to whether he is an educated man," mused Evelyn. "Common people can never disguise their feelings. Anyhow, it has to be done; so come along, Sambo, and bear the brunt of his wrath!" And, with an admirable assumption of indifference, as if prepared for any reception, Miss Luttrell braced herself up for the encounter and advanced Blowly towards the recumbent form of the Major, who was still lying stretched at full length beneath the shade of the overhanging trees. But, as she reached his side and was just about to begin a carefully prepared apology she paused, then hurriedly drew back, for the gallant Major was still indulging In tbe proverbial "forty winks." Must she wake him? No—decidedly not; it would never do to disturb his slumbers. Any annoyance that he might feel would be ten times increased if he was so summarily roused. Besides cogitated Evelyn with a sigh of relief at the thought of a respite, if he were accustomed to dropping off to sleep in that way nobody could possibly be held accountable for what in the meanwhile might happen to his belongings. She would put the cigar- case down by his side, and then—well, she might as well go into the hotel and think of what course to adopt next It would not be nearly BO disagreeable to confess that Sambo was the delinquent if at the same time she could provide him witb another cigar- case the facsimile of bis own. This new Idea seemed so preferable to ber fljft one that, ag she stepped forward to place the case on tbe grass by his sid.e, ber heart almost ceased beating In ber anjjety njjt tq> wa^e .bim. }t wan ItaffljEplw with m expression, p| absolute, dismay, vfcjcb cpuW scarcely mm *«$sejsttvt oi detected in the act f»ome helfl,oufl dismay were 4eplcte(J she started back, and, dropping the cigar-case at her feet stood the picture of hopeless confusion. "1—1 am so dreadfully sorry!" she stammered, thoroughly taken aback. "1—hope 1 have not disturbed you." "Disturbed me!" echoed the Major, looking perfectly mystified. "Oh, dear no—not at all!" He bad sprung to his feet and, raising his hat was vainly trying to collect his scattered senses. "The fact Is—I had come to ask you if you have lost anything," began Evelyn hesitatingly, looking round help lossly and forgetting In toto the calm dignified apology which she had Intended to make; "because 1 am afraid my dog has been doing some dreadful mischief." "Really?" returned the Major. 'It is very good of you, 1 am sure. But what has your dog been doing? Ia it anything so very serious?" "Well, yea—that is what he baa done!" answered Evelyn, with a rueful glance at the cigar case, the dilapidated state of which planly told its own tale. "And now I want to know if it belongs to you, as. if so, I cannot tell how I am to apologize for Sambo's dreadful behavior. Where he discovered it, and how he came Into possession of It, I have no idea, as I found it in his mouth only about a minute ago; but -" "Then do not trouble, please!" said M.ijor Brown courteously. "It is mine, certainly; but it does not matter in the least. What Is of more importance is, Has he eateoi any of it? Because I should think that Russian leather is not tho easiest thing in the world to digest." "No." Evelyn gave a dubious shake of her head. "Sambo knows better than to swallow anything of the kind. He Is too fond of gnawing my shoes not to have learnt by experience that leather Is a tad thing for his digestion." "Ah—so this is not his first offense?" He asked the question anxiously fearing each moment Miss Lut- Lrell would bring the interview abruptly to a close by walking off imperiously with her head elevated as she had done on the previous morning. "Oh, dear, no! He destroys something every day; but as a rule, he takes care not to spoil anything that does not belong to me. That is one ;ood thing, or he would be ever]ast»- Ingly In disgrace." "I see; he evidently considers it a sort of mark of esteem, which he reserves entirely for his mistress," was the Major's reply, made In a somewhat speculative tone. "If that Is the case, I must look upon myself as an honored individual, since he has condescended to bestow bis attention upon something of mine. Come, Sam- DO, shake hands." "Yea, Sambo—put out your paw and shake hands like a gentleman, and say fou are sorry for.what you have done. But please let me have that unfortunate cigar-case," she added suddenly, coloring slightly, as the Major bent orward to take up the remains of that once elegant article. "There will be so many different kinds, I suppose, and, if possible, Sambo would like to get another exactly like it." "It Is very kind of him, I am sure"— there was a gleam of amusement in his eyes—"but, all the same, I shall value .his one far more than I ever could a new one of Sambo's choosing; and, f I may be allowed, I shall always keep It in remembrance of him and" —here he hesitated and glanced down admiringly at the disturbed pretty face before him—"his mistress!" And so at last Fate had been kind to him. As, five minutes later, tho Major tucked his newspaper under his arm and took a leisurely stroll round the :arden, he came to the conclusion that, even had the French poodle devoured a hundred cigar-cases, he would have been perfectly compensated by that rather short interview with Miss Luttrell of Luttrell court. (To be continued.) • What Sleeplessness Medical scientists have now demonstrated that a brain cell actually loses >art of its substance during action. The cell of the exhausted brain, ln- tead of being plump and full of nervous matter, is found to be hollowed out, or "vacuolatod," a cavity having ormed without its substance, which has become filled with -water. This means that a part of the cell substance las been actually consumed, precisely aa coal is consumed when one gets heat rom a furnace. It has been found that f an animal whose brain cells are thus jxhausted be permitted to sleep, its ells readily recuperate, new material 8 supplied from the blood until the ell is as good as new. Tho brain of a person, therefore, who Is beset by sleeplessness is In the condition of a ocomotlve which runs aight and day vlthout going to the repair-shop.— Science Sittings. J?eiJ bv the A lady went into a pastry cook's hop the other day. On the co-unter vere displayed .all sorts of toothsome alnties. The only attendant was a ittle girl about 10 years of age. "Isn"t t a great temptation to you my dear," asked the lady, "to see all those nice things? You must always be wanting to eat them." "Oh, no, ma'am," was he answer; "it is enough for me to see them made." As our bouse," eaid tbe base, ball witti » new Hby, "tjje rules pf hf £8*»P are reyerged,- pom- reason why gomo persona are 99 SE&MOl? FORGIVENESS BEFORE SUNDOWN SUNDAY'S SUBJECT. From EpItestanR, Chapter FOOT, Verse Twenty-*!*, as FoUuw*: "Let Not the Son Go Down Upon Tour Wrath" Pits to Jinn's Noblest Xnftttnet*. (Copyright 1899 by Louis Klopsc'h.) What a pillow, embroidered of all colors, hath the dying day! The cradle* of clouds from which the sun rises is beautiful enough, but It is surpassed by the many-colored mausoleum In which, at evening, ft Is buried. Sunset among the mountains! It almost takes one's breath away to recall the scene. The long shadows stretching over the plain make' the glory of the departing light, on the tiptop crags, and struck aslant through the foliage the more conspicuous. Saffron and gold, purple and crimson •ommingled. All the castles of cloud in conflagration. Burning Moseowa on the sky. Hanging garden of roses at their deepest blush. Banners of vapor, red as if from carnage, in the battle of the elements. The hunter among the Adirondacks, and the Swiss villager among the Alps, know what Is a sunset among the mountains. After a storm at sea, the rolling grandeur into which the sun goes down to bathe at nightfall, Is something to make weird and splendid dreams out of for a lifetime. Alexander Smith, In his poem, compares the sunset to "the baren beach of hell," but this wonderful spectacle of nature makes me think of the burnished wall of heaven. Paul, in prison, writing my text, remembers some of the gorgeous sunsets among the mountains of Asia Minor, and how he had often seen the towers of Damascus blaze in tbe close of the oriental days, and he flashes out that memory in the text when he says, "Let not the sun go down upon your wrath." Sublime all-sugestlve duty for people then and people now! Forgiveness before sundown! He who never feels the throb of indignation is Imbecile. He who can walk among, the Injustices of the world inflicted upon himself and others, without flush of cheek, or flash of eye, or agitation of nature, is either in sympathy with wrong or semi-Idiotic. When Ananias, the high priest, ordered the constables of the court room to smite Paul on the mouth, Paul flred up and said: "God shall smite thee, thou whlted wall." In the sentence immediately before my text, Paul commands the Ephesians: "Be ye angry and sin not." It all depends on what you are mad at and how long the feeling lasts, whether anger is right or wrong. Life'is full of exas- perations. Saul after David, Succoth after Gideon, Korah after Moses, the Pasquins after Augustus, the Pharisees after Christ, and every one has had his pursuers, and we are swindled, or belled, or misrepresented, or persecuted, or in some way wronged, and the danger is that healthful Indignation shall become baleful spite, and that our feelings settle down Into a prolonged outpouring of temper displeasing to God and ruinous to ourselves, and hence the Important Injunction of the text: "Let not the sun go down upon your wrath." Why that limitation to one's anger? What that .period of flaming vapor set to punctuate a flaming disposition? What has the sunset got to do with one's resentful emotions? Was It a haphazard sentiment written by Paul without special significance? No, no; I think of five reasons why we should not let the sunset before our temper. 'First: Because twelve hours is long enough to be cross about any wrong inflicted upon us. Nothing Is so exhausting to physical health or mental faculty as a protracted indulgence of Ill-humor. It racks the,nervous system. tt hurts the digestion. If heats the blood in brain and heart until the whole body is first overheated and then depressed. Beside that, It soura :he disposition, turns one aside from ils legitimate work, expends energies that ought to be better employed, and does us more harm than it does our antagonist Paul gives us a good, wide allowance of time for legitimate denunciation, from 6 o'clock to 6 o'clock, but says: "Stop there!" Watch the descending orb of day, and when it reaches the horizon, take a reef in your disposition. Unloose your collar and cool off. Change the subject to something delightfully pleasant Unroll your tight flst and shake hands with some one. Bank up the fires at the curfew bell. Drive tbe growling dog of enmity back to its kennel. The hours of this morning will pass by, and the afternoon will arrive, and the sun will begin to set, and, I beg you, on its blazing hearth throw all your lends, Invectives and satires. Other things being equal, the man who preserves good temper will come out ahead. An old writer says that the celebrated John Henderson of Bristol, England, was at a dinner party'where political excitement ran high and the debate got angry, and while Henderr son was speaking, his opponent, unable to answer his argument, dashed a lass of wine in big face, when the speaker deliberately wiped the liquid bis face and said: "This, sir, is a digression; ROW, if you please, for the main argument." While worldly philosophy could help but very few to eucb equipoise of spirit, tbe grace of God could help any wan to, such a, trt- umpb. '"Impossible," you say, "j ' have eitber left tbe teWe In anger or bave knocked tbe pan flows." But I bj,Ye cQrne, to believe, tliat ootblug ia impossible if God help. yftw will npt tywtpOBft #U fun- dova (grgiveneji Q| enem,He 8 if y$u can " tt>»| tbjJr yon tnay be put into the catalogue o the "all things" that "work together for good to those that love God." I have had multitudes of frfenas, but have found in my own experience that God so arranged it that the greafest opportunities of usefulness that have been opened before iae were opened by .enemies. So you may harness your antagonists to your best Interests afid compel them to draw you on ttt better work and higher character. Suppose instead of waiting until thirty-two minutes after four this evening, when the sun trill set you transact this glorious work of forgiveness at meridian. Again: We ought not to let the sun go down on our wrath, because we wil sleep better if we are at peace with everybody. Insomnia is getting to be one of the most prevalent of disorders. How few people retire at 10 o'clock at night and sleep clear through to 6 In the morning! To relieve this disorder all narcotics, and sedatives, and morphine, and chloral, and bromide of potassium, and cocaine, and intoxicants are used, but nothing is more Important than a quiet spirit if we would win somnolence. How is a man going to sleep when he Is in mind pursuing an enemy? With what nervous twitch he will start out of a dream! That new plan of cornering his foe will keep him wide awake while the clock strikes 11, 12, 1, 2. I give you an unfailing prescription for wakefulness: spend the evening hours rehearsing your wrongs and the best' way of avenging them. Hold a convention of friends on this subject In your parlor or office at 8 or 9 o'clock. Close the evening by writing a bitter letter expressing your sentiments. Take from the desk or pigeon hole the papers In the case to refresh your mind with your enemy's meanness. Then lie down and wait for the coming of the day, and It will come before sleep comes, or your sleep will be worried quiescence, and, it you take the precaution .to lie flat on your back, a frightful nightmare. Why not put a bound to your animosity? Why let your foes come Into the sanctities of your dormitory? Why let those slanderers who have already torn your reputation to pieces or injured your business, bend over your midnight pillow and drive from you one of the greatest blessings that God can offer—sweet, refreshing, all-invigorating sleep? Why not fence out your enemies by the golden bars of the sunset? Why not stand behind the barricade of evening cloud, and say to them: "Thus far and no farther." Many a man and many a woman is having the health of body as well as the health of soul eaten away by a malevolent spirit. I have In time of religious awakening had persons, night after night, come into the inquiry room and get no peace of soul. After a while I have bluntly asked them: "Is there not some one against whom you have a hatred that you are not willing to give up?" After a little confusion they have slightly whispered, "Yes." Then I have said: "You will never find peace with God as long as you retain that virulence." A boy in Sparta, having stolen a fox, kept him under his coat and, though the fox was gnawing his vitals, he submitted to It rather than expose his misdeed. Many a man with a smiling face has under his jacket an animosity that Is gnawing away the strength of his body and the Integrity of his soul. Better get rid of that hidden fox as soon as possible. There are hundreds of domestic circles where that which most is needed Is the spirit of forgiveness. Brothers, apart, and sisters apart, and parents and children apart. Solomon says a brother offended is harder to be won than a strong city. Are there not enough sacred memories of your childhood to bring you together? The rabbins recount how that Nebuchadnezzar's son had such a spite against his father that after he was dead be had his father burned to ashes and then put the ashes into four sacks and tied them to four eagle's necks, which flew away in opposite directions. And there are now domestic antipathies that seem forever to have scattered all parental memories to the four winds of heaven. How far the eagles fly with those sacred ashes! The hour of sundown makes to that family no practical suggestion. Thomas Carlyle, In his biography of Frederick the Great, says the old king was told by the confessor he must be at peace with his enemies if he wanted to enter heaven. Then he said to his wife, the queen: "Write to your Brother after I am dead that I forgive him." Roloff, the confessor, said: 'Her majesty had better write him immediately." "No," said the king, 'after I am dead; that will be safer." 3o he let the sun of his earthly existence go down upon his wrath. Again: We ought not to allow the sun to set before foi-giveness takes place, because we might not live to see another day. And what if we should be ushered into the presence of ouv .Maker with a grudge upon our soul? The majority of people depart :his life in the night. Between 11 o'clock p. m. and $ o'clock a. m. there s something in the atmosphere which relaxes the grip which the body has on the soul, and most of people enter the next world through the shadows of this world. Perhaps God may have arranged it in that way, so as to make he contrast the more glorious. I have seen sunshiny days In this world that must have been almost like the radiance of heaven. But as moat people eave tbe earth between sundown and sunrise, they quit this world at Us darkest, ana heaven, always bright, will be tbe brighter .tw tbat contrast Out of darkness into Jrradjattpn, .">•»> >. * '•••' • ' •. Mabomet said: "Tbe sword Is the Pi ' !« i» ofthat tQ Ue true, aad that and that he who heals Wounds er than he who makes them, on ihe same «ng are two ——™-i* * Bugy m ^ I VTu forgiveness of fca and our And now, I wish tor all 6f yon beautiful sunset to your earthly ence. With some of you it has ft long day of trouble, and with of you be far, from calm. , - •...-- -- ——» «.«v.m w»tui4 V*nM the sun rose at six o'clock It was th« morning of youth, and a fair day T^a prophesied, but by the time the noon day or middle-life had coine, and th» clock of your earthly existence had struck twelve, cloud-racks gathered, and tempest bellowed in the track of tempest But ad the evening ot old age approaches, 1 pray God the skl« may brighten and the clouds be piled up Into pillars as of celestial temples to which you go, or move as wltn mounted cohorts come to take yo« home. And as you sink out of sight below the horizon, may there be t radiance of Christian example lingering long after you are gone, and on the heavens be Vrltten in letters of sapphire, and on the waters in letters of opal, and on the hills in \etters ot emerald, "Thy sun shall no more go down, neither shall thy moon withdraw itself, for the Lord shall be thine everlasting light, and the days of thy mourning shall be ended." So shall the sunset of earth become the sunrise of heaven. BELL RUNQ ON THE PREACHER A gerlons Datj, Imposed on Cboreh Members In a' Michigan Chnrch. "You remember the chestnut bell, ot course?" said the man who had got out of Chicago with only the loss of one of his shoe heels. "Well, I was greatly taiten with it at the time, and when I set out to visit my old home in Michigan I bought a dozen bells to take along. Nobody in the town had heard of them, but I hadn't worn one over a 1 day when the people caught on and I was fairly besieged. When Sunday came I prepared to attend church like a dutiful son, and at the proper time mother and I were seated in the pew. Just what the text,was I can'^remember, but the minister had scarcely announced it when six of my chestnut bells sounded among the congregation. The good man didn't mind them in the least, but went ahead with his work. He was rung up on his hymn, and he was rung up every minute or two on his sermon, and though there was something amusing about it I was also half-scared out ot my boots. As I had brought the bella to town I didn't know but what he'd hold me responsible, and open out on me. About the middle of his sermon he said something about Jonah, and eleven of those bells went 't-i-n-g!' on him in succession. He stopped, and looked around, and then calmly said: 'Will those people who ar*e jingling keys, kindly jingle a little softer? 1 1 was thankful to get out of that church without a calamity," continued the boll man, "and I didn't do any laughing till the next day. Then it was becanse I learned that every blessed man who had ruig up the minister was seriously in earnest about it and felt it a sort of duty, and because that minister himself called at the house and accepted my own 'bell and rung it up on mother within five minutes." Xepaloso Letters. The author of "In Northern India" tells of his experience at Bhagwanpur, where he wished t& post fouK letters. They were addressed to friends in England, who are stamp-collectors, aad only contained a few lines to say [ had sent them in order to secure Nepalese stamp. The postmaster refused to accept them. Foreigners, he said, were not permitted to post letters In Nepal, the postal service being only for use by the Nepalese. We sat on our elephant and reasoned, but he was firm, and the police and other officials all supported blm. After long discussion we at last persuaded him to et us.-post the -litters and-leave It to the government at Katmandu to decide whether they might be forwarded. Then we went Into his ofllce, a mud lut, and sat on low stools, nearly the whole population watching In a crowd front of the large open space. The postmaster redirected each letter la Nepalese eharacters.and taking a large sheet of paper, prepared a full report for his government, the police Inspector reading' our description, and so forth, from the "permit." We were particularly required to declare that the letters did not contain any polltl- :al matter. Then came the very serious business of stamping them- He had to get out a large wooden box for 3 stamps, and. another for the date stamp. There are stamps of three values, equal to one penny, twopence and sixpence. He assured us we could not pay beyond Nepal, so we decided .o put a one-penny stamp on each, and leave the excess to be collected OB delivery if they ever reached England. fortunately they arrived after some delay, and strangely enough, no excess was charged,' and thus' I had the pleas- are of anticipating the penny post, which Is not likely to be extended t° Nepal for many years to come. Not tUe Wnrgt, As an Instance of the sort of one might wish to have expressed erently, a prominent physician reports^ a remark made to him by a patient,'/The doctor bad written a note to tl ady, and on hj£ next visit she asfc blin to tell ber what two words in were, as she bad been unable to cipher them, "it has been aaid that my writing Is tbe worst about me," said tbe physician! ngjy, as be surveyed, big pw« ivtth doubt "Ob. but Jaw f«w 9 net eoK' wan t£$ basty (Hpstefc •Fw few 11, tyotyp, nr torn m of ^..*> : :.j!*s*>-&im

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