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THUS OTWH BBS I OWAf J^DJpflDAY. JULY ML&ES8. WfcWi Miss May fctunieil from Iiof fehe was informed that HoMiml Itolrielgll awaited her in the reception ' Cttom. • * M ^tb Ims cottio to bid yon goocl-foyc," «sld fcoth, who htttl followed her np the frag flight of ninrblo stops. *On|y thai?" enld Muriel, . lightly. : "Only tlint, you don't believe it?" '. *'Do yon?" *'Xcs;'l know the in.in." She frowned ever so little mvl made n, movement toward the reception- toom. i * . ."We shall see. Meanwhile, Mr. Hoth "J may go? Yes, but I slmll not go tor. See hero, Miss May, you think I .am doing irarlolgh an injustice, but-, I am not. I'll wager a. box of RIDVTS against that rose you wear tlnvt things will < urn out as I liavo predicted." "You can hnve the iwo now, if you •Wish; il is of no value. For the rest, the stake is not hljili enough: I would tnke far heavier odds. 1, too, know the man." 'Roth -drew his breath quickly. <• "Suppose 1 «ay the rose and its wear"This is too serious a theme for Jest- tog. sir," said Miss May, flushing. "I was never more in earnest in any life. -You must; have seen how well I love you. Muriel— how earnestly I desire you for iny wife — r" ''What, even now, when you know i , am poor?" she. interrupted, almost , mocldngly. , • "Now more than ever, for you need a nrotector. Awl 1 have enough for both. Oh, my darling—" "I take the wager," she said, 'cutting him short. "You will never claim it;" and with a nod she left him. ' . Pnrh'igh was restlessly walking tnc > room when she entered it. He seemed 311 at ease, and wholly unlike his eool, Impassive self. * "At last!" he exclaimed, advancing to meet her. "I feared 1 should be obliged to go without seeing you." "And then?" she returned, lookmg .at him with brilliant eyes. "Have you not heard? I start for -the West to-night; this is our last meet- bi m . so ho «*** .TABEMACLE PULHT, .' • i ' . * * • • j She snt down• hefore she answered, motioning him,to do tho same. Her face was turned, from tho window, but lie sttw it had lofctfcolor; " ' "Is not this very sudden?" she asked after a perceptible pause.. "In one way, yes. I know 1 ravers thought of'sending me to Chicago to look after the Brown case, but I hardly expected to go so soon;" * 'She sat'rmlto still, looking at him expectantly. He went on with some constraint: "So I came to say good-bye, Muriel. I suppose you will have left town long "before I return." "I hardly know—my plans for tho rfuturc are not definitely arranged. You have heard that I have lost my smonpy?" "Yes, 'and I feel for you deeply— deeply." He spoke with feeling. "The misfortune must be an overwhelming "It is not the worst that can befall a '-woman," said Miss May, and there was. no mistaking her meaning. Kairieigk Hushed all over his dark, wnooth face. , ' "1 know I am acting like a cad and a Villain, Muriel; Init what can I doV I am poor. Even if yon were willing to take me I can-not afford to marry a ' girl without money. It would not be Jair to her. I liad hoped to make you mine, for before God, | love you, dear." lie essayed to take her hand, but she nroudly drew herself away from him. ' -"'As things have fallen out, it is better *or your sake as well as my own, that •cm intimacy should end here and Vow." She rose from the chair. Her face •was white, but there was a haughty •flre in her eyes. "I agree with you, Mr. Fairleigh. No •one can doubt the wisdom of your Bourse nor the disinterestedness of your prompt action. You have lost no 'time. It was yesterday,.! believe, that you became acquainted with the fact that I was no longer the rich Miss May —yesterday at the club,V" He could only stare at her for a moment in surprise. "How—how did you knowV" ho stam- t? that wamod ebtuffitletl! . , Muriel tfearY.t didn't mean si tflcjk' In the contemptible sense of the Stora. Bttt you certainly atteinpted to fcf- potrate ft very clcvei 1 joke upon me. You have succeeded Admirably. But forgive you." • ' "Oh, yott do?" "Certninly." "Yotl nre Very kind." "A man must be very Indulgcmt to t&e woman he lores." "So yon still care for me?" "Can you doiibt it?" "in view of what hns just taken place, yes." "Muriel, can't you understand that you jesloil with me, and that 1 jested in return V "Oh, that was it?" "Yes." "And you fed tlyit you have triumphed In tho matter of jesting?" "It would seem that 1 have." "Oh, you are clover-very clever!" "Thank you." • But her manner made him feel that he was not making rapid progress toward a reconciliation. "MurlcK" he went on tenderly, "I can not remain more than live minutes. After that, 1 cannot hope to see you inside of throe weeks. Let us make the best use of that time." He stepped forward, as if to clasp her to his breast, but she retreated, and, by an imperious gesture, restrained him. "Do not Insult me!" she cried,, "Insult you?" "How could it bo otherwise than an insult?" "But, Muriel—Muriel, I love you." "Cease mocking me, sir. You forget that a moment or two ago you cast me off—because you thought I was not a rich enough prize." "Muriel, I swear " "No gentleman, sir, uses profanity in tho presence of a woman." He thought now that she was really . jesting. But a glance into liur cold eyes undeceived him. "Then, Muriel, you, who have played a joke .upon me, are offended because J. have dared to retort in kind." "I am not offended, sir." "Then, dear, wilt you kindly cicnno the emotion that docs dominate you?" "Contempt!" "Don't be cruel. Don't you see, dear, that, you're breaking my heart?" "Oh, some other heiress's money will prove an ample; btilm." "Muriel—darling " ".This interview is becoming very tedious, Mr. Fairlelgh. We have both had opportunity to say all that needed to be said. I have another culler who is waiting. .Will you oblige mo by taking your leave? —a permanent leave!" ' • i-'alrlelgri gazed penetratively at her. but clevinert that his case was growing more honeless every rninuto. Still, an heiress is not Avon every day. It would be well worth his while to try ji little longer. "1 am frightfully unfortunate," ho persisted. "Muriel, tell me that you have not been jesting nt all. Tell me mat you are really poor. I have known for months that I loved you, but I have never realized it so much as now, when your caprice is so near to parting us in earnest." "Cut tins short," Mr. Fairleigh.' If you persist in staying hero against my wishes, why, then, I have a coachman •wlio is a muscular fellow. He never liked you. Believe me it would give him real delight if I were to order him to throw you out of the house." "Are you threatening me?" "No;, not it an appeal will answer the purpose equally well." There was a heavy silence. Muriel stood with her hand on the back of the 'chair, looking straight at the man before her; the flower in her bosom rose and. fell quickly; biit there was no other sign of mental disturbance. Fairleigh's face had grown gray and cold. He knew*that nothing he could now say woxild regain for him the prize he Bustle flM THE OF f HE K«NQ. r* Tet Alitn; I Will OnaOrl See Him lieftjre t l)l«," O«ii. ,45:28—Th* StrcmirHi nnd Kflwatd of Parental Attachments. ' '• ft "Mr. Koth also heard the story." "He has been to you with it nl- •raidyV" "¥es. News .of. that, sort travels •fftst," ' There was something In Miss May's -self-contained manner that embarrassed Fairleigh, man of the world, though b« was, With a lower order of women He knew how to deal. Keproachos could be root with explanations, even »oin<j sort of delianco. But a lady re- «iuires a different treatment. He stood faplng Jiev uncomfortably, longing to go, . yet dreuding the final word. «Jt is a pity you did not try to verify '* tfte rumor before placing implicit confidence in it." Miss May 'went.on, with 9, smile she tried to render oonterop' tuous, but could not; her wound was "for It Is not true." uttered a startled exclanm- •had lost. And. as far as in him lay he loved this woman. He turned to tho door. "Good-bye, Miss May. •• 1 see that I cannot alter your opinion of me-—" He paused, hoping that she would speak somo reassuring words, -but she did not. "1'ou will think as kindly of mo as you can?" he tamely added. "Good-bye," she said, and his last hope died as tho cold clear tones smote his ear. Kor several minutes after ho had gone Muriel did not move. Then the color came slowly, steadily back to her face. She took her hand from the chair smiling scornfully as she swayed slight ly for a moment. In the next she stood erect, in every way her own mis" tress again. She loosened the fast fading flower from her dress and pass ed into the hall. Kotli was waiting there; ..To him she tossed the rose. "¥ou Have won tho wnger," she said. Roth's good plain face was transfigured as he bent to rapturously kiss her hand. The tears rushed to Muriel's eyes and quenched their haughty lire. Fairlelgh glancing, through tho window of the vestibule saw all, and knew the better man had won. "Jt was my cousin Lucy's idea. She is always said you were a fortune hunter, bijt I would not believe It. J J>ad faith Ju you, Farleigh." Muriel made the above avowal unfalteringly, "'-- frank fearlessness of a proud *^bbeu«l-iuey resolved to make of some one or two club gossips, #nA told them coafldewUally that I had .Iflip my njojjey, They repeated ttie tale SMMJO, mom qujpkjy th*pn she hoped.; yes, S«t day It was flie tgjk of the clubs." l'< Wy&M?# wwttow were Aenlotea $\«SlW8W*fl«». pono o* ttww of » " " e "° ' May,' 1 *Uv Brunch 1'oHtoillces In Part* Branch postoflices, on the London plan, are now in working order here, In somfc districts, notably nea'r banks, a great deal of business has been done in the bureaux auxiliaries, The public nas been glad to avail Itself of the opportunity afforded of purchasing money orders and stamps'Ju shops, instead of having to lose time waiting la the crowded postofflce, which are usually crowded In the af ternoon, The scenes enacted in these much-thronged centrals were not always edifying. Th'e French usually exhibit «n enoj.v mous amount of patience when forming pa'rlt Qf ft queue of waiting wights, but occasionally, in, the lavge postofllr ces a certain amount of bad language lias been jieawTowtyg to the inertta* We delays & obtaining etauips cashing, in.o»oy orUevs,, Tho opening July 8.—Rev. Dr. Talmage, who is now hearing the Ami* podes,on his round-the-world jottraey, lias selected as the subject lor his fecrrnon through the press to-day. "Tho llustic in the Pahice," the text being taken from Gen. 45:33, "I will go and see him before I die." .lacob had long since passed ' the hundred year mile-stone. In 'those- times people were distinguished for longevity. In the centuries afterword persons lived to great age. Galen the most celebrated physician of his time, took so little of his own medicine that ho lived to .140 years. A man of undoubted veracity on the witness stand in E igland swore that he remembered an event 150 years before. Lord liacon speaks of a countess who had cut three set of teeth, and died at 140 yearn. Joseph Crelo of, Pennsylvania, lived 140 years. In 3857 a book was printed containing the names of thirty-sqven persons who lived HO years, and t))e names of eleven persons who lived 150 yours. ' * Among the grand old people of whom w have record was Jacob, tho shepherd of the text Hut ho had a bad lot • f boys. They wero jealous and ambitious and every way unprincipled. Joseph, however, seeoied to be an exception;, but he had been pone many years, and tiie probability was that he was dead. As sometimes now in .a house you will find kept, at the table a vacant chair, a plate, ,a knife, a fork, for some deceased member of the family,' so Jacob kept in his heart a plate for his beloved Josopln There sits tho old man, tho flock of 140 years in their flight having alighted long enough to leave the marks of their claw on forehead and cheek and temple. His long beard snows down over his chest, ilis 'eyes are somewhat dim, and he can see further when they are closed than when they are open, for he can see clear back into the time when beautiful Rachel, his wife, was living, and his children shook the Oriental abode with I their merriment . . ' ; The centenarian is'sitting dreaming over the past when'ho hears a wagon rumbling- to the'front door.' He gets up and gooS to the door'to see who has arrived, and his long absent sons from Egypt come in and announce to him that Joseph instead of being dead is living in an Egyptian palace, with all the investiture of prime minister, next to the king in tho mightiest empire of all the world! Tho ' news was too sudden and too glad for the old man, and- his cheeks whiten, and ho has a dazed look, and lis staff fulls'out of his handi and he would have dropped had not his sons caught him and led him to a lounge and put cold water on his face, and ianned him'a little. In that half delirium the old man mumbles'' something about his son Joseph. He savst "You don't mean Joseph, do you? my dear son who has been dead so long. You don't mean Joseph, do you?" But after they, had Eully resuscitated him, and the news was confirmed, the, tears begin their winding 1 way down the crossroads of the wrinkles, and the sunken lips of tho old man quiver, and ho brings his bent fingers together as he says: 'Joseph is yet alive, I will go and see him before I die." It'did not take the old roan a great while to get ready, I warrant you. He put on the best clothes that the shepherd's wardrobe could afford. He got into the wagon, and though the aged are cautious and like to ride slow, the wagon did not got along fast enough for this old man; and when the old men met Joseph's chariot coming down to meet him,and Joseph got out of tho chariot and got into the wagon and throw his arms around his father's neck, it'Was an antithesis of royalty and rusticity, of simplicity and pomp, of filial affection and paternal love, which leaves us so much in doubt about whether we had better laugh-or cry, that we do both. So Jacob kept the resolution of the text—"I will po and see him before I die. " What a strong and unfailing 1 thing is parental -attachment! Was it pot almost time for Jacob to forget Jo* soph? The hot suns of many summers had blazed on the heath;"the river They reftl'^e it fs reunion with those from whom 'they ha4e long been separated. - : ' lam ofteit aslted as pastor—and every ^astoi* is asked the question—. "Will m.f 'children be children in heaven and forever children?" Well, there wasno'doubta great change in Joseph from the time. Jacob lost him and the time when Jacob found him— between the boy 17 years of age and the man in mid-life., his forehead developed with the great business of stata; but Jacob was glad to get back Joseph n'nyhoW) and it did not make much difference to the old man whether the boy looked older or looked younger. And it,will ba enough .joy for that parentTt.he can getback'that son, that daughter, at the' gate of heaven, whether the departed loved one shall come 1 a cherub or in full- prown angel-hood. There must be a chance wrought by that celestial cli mate and by thoso supernal years, but it will only bo from loveliness to more loveliness, and from health to more radiant health. O parent, as you think of the dnrling panting 1 and while from membraneous croup, I want you to know it will be gloriously bettered in that land where there has never been a death and where all the inhabitants will live on in tho great future as long as. Oodl Joseph was Joseph notwithstanding tho palace, and your child will be your child notwithstanding all the raining splendors of everlasting noon. What a thrilling visit was that of the old shepherd to tl^e prime minister Joseph! I see the old countryman seated in the palace looking around at tho mirrors and the fountains and the carved pillars, and : oh! how ho wishes that Rachel, his wife, was alive and she could havo como there with him to see their son in. his great house. "Oh," '. Bays within him- famiiy cethetery. Would GoA nil children wore as kind to their parents. If the father have large property, and ho be wise enough to keep it in his own name, he will bo respected by the liefrs; but how often it is when the son finds his father in famine, as Joseph found Jacob in famine, tho yonag people make it very hard for the old man. They are so surprised he eats with a knife instead of a fork. They nre chaprincd at his nntedelu- vian habits. They are provoked because he can tiot hear as well as ho used to, and when he asks it over again, and the son has to repeat it, he bawls in the old man's ear! 'I Hope you hear that! 1 ' How long ho must wear the old coat or the old hat before, they get him a new one! How chagrined they are at his independence of the English grammar! How lohff he .hangs on! Seventy years and not gone yet! Seventy-five years and not gone yet! Eighty years and not gone yet! Will he ever go? They think it of no use to have a doctor in his last sickness, and go up to tho drug store and got a dose of something that makes him worse, and economize on a coffin, and beat tho undertaker down to tho last point, giving a note for the reduced amount, which they never pay- I have officiated at obsequies of aged people where the family havo been so inordinately resigned to Providence that I felt like taking my text from Proverbs: "The eye that mocketh at its father, and ref useth to obey its mother, the ravens of the valley shall pick it out, and tho young eagloa shall eat it" In other words, such an ingrato ought to have a flock of crows for pall-bearers! I congratulate you if you havo tho honor of providing for aged parents. The blessing of tho 'Lord God of Joseph and oacob will be A Good Deal Better. "Do vou think that Colonel SbtifflesWthS Heat kind of a man to get cougresa to «-, tend to our business?" ,said a capitalist "He doesn't soem energetic." "But hns he a K reatdeil bit pash>» > "No: better than that—he has a great deal of pull."_ — t should Yon tnrn th« Perfectly Willing * Evangelist—"My good woman, like to labor with you.!' Unregenernte—"All rig wringer and Til rinse tho clothps." The Real Oemcm of the Marsh Is not n spook, but a reality. It 18 neithet n "bogie" nor n "keiplo," nor any other of those spirits which the credulous have Snfr nosed to haunt the banks of rivors nna streams after dusk. Its namo is malan*» and though invisible, it is very terrible nml tenacious vrlien it seizes you. HOS- totter's Btoinoclr Bitters driven it away, nor will it attack those whose systems are. fortified with the great medicinal defensive ogcnt. The miasmatic mists or early »morning, the vapors exhaled at eventide nmv bo safely breatlied by thoso protected bv the P.ittovk In tho tropics, where every form of malarial dispose threatens the Kojourner. and is particularly virulent when developed, the Bittern is the best relianceol! tho luhnlnttint. l^r dyspepsia, liver complaint, luck of visor, appetite and sleep; for rheumatism and nervousness the BiUers is a sure and Bftfe remedy. The average weight, of 20,000 men and women weighed at Huston was, men, !«>£ pounds; wouieu, 134.!^ pounds. A temptation yielded to is a step toward tho pit. It Ss Not What We Say But what Hood's Snrsnparilla does that tells the story. Tho great volunio of evidence In the form of unpurclinsed. voluntary testimonial* prove beyond 'doubt that Savsa- pcvrilla had overflowed and receded, over* flowed and receded 'again and again; the seed had hean sown and the harvest reoped; stars rose and set 1 , years qf plenty and years of famine had passed on; but the love of Jacob for Joseph in ray text is overwhelmingly; dramatic. ,QJ»i that is a cord that is pot snapped, though pulled on by .nany decades! Though when the little child expired the parents may pot have beet) more than 3? years of ago, and wow they are 75, yet vision, of the cradle, and the ', .old -man self, "I do wish Rachel could be here to see all this!" I visited at the farm house of tho father of Millard Fillmore when tho son wasl'resi- dent of the United States, and the octogenarian farmer entertained ine until 11 o'clock at night telling mo what great things he saw in his son's house at Washington, and what Daniel Webster said to him, and how grandly Millard treated his father in the wliite house. The old man's face was illumined with the story until almost midnight He hud just been visiting his son at the capUol. And \ suppose it was»somotiiing of tho same joy that thrilled the heart of the old shepherd as he stood in the palace of tho prime- minister. It is a gi'eat day withypu when your old parents come to visit you. Your little children stand, around with great wide-open eyes, wondering how anybody couid be so old. 'J ho parents can not stay many days, for they are a little restless, and especially at nightfall, because they sleep better in their own bed; but while they tarry you some-. how. feel there is a benediction in every room in the house. They are a little feeble, and you make it as easy as you can for them, and you realize they will probably not visit you very •often — perhaps never again. You go to thear room after they have retired at night to see if .the lights are properly piut out, for the old people understand candle and lamp better than the modern apparatus for illumination. In the morning, with real interest in their health, you ask them how they rested last night. Joseph, in the historical scene of the text, did not think any more of his father than you do of your parents. Tho probability is, before they leave your house they half spoil your children with kindness. Grandfather and grandmother aro more lenient and indulgent to your children than they ever were with you. And what wonders of revelation in tho bombazine pocket of the one and the sleeve of tho other! tilossed is that homo where Christian parents come to visit! Whatever may have been the style of the architecture when they came, it is a palace before they leave. If they visit you fifty times, the two most memorable visits will be the first and the last Those two pictures will 'hang in the hall of your memory while memory lasts, and you will remember just how they looked and where they sat, and what they said, and at what figure of the carpet, and at what door sill they parted with you, giving you the final good-by. Do not be embarrassed if your father come to town ftnd he have the manners of the shepherd, and if your mother come to town and there be in her hat no sign of costly millinery. The wife of the Emperor Theociobius said a wise thing when she said; "Husband, remember what you lately were, and remomb^r what VQW are and be thankful " . By this time you all notice what kindly provision Joseph made for his father Jacob. Joseph, did not say; "I ean't have the old jnan around this place. Jlow clumsy he would look clinging wp these marble stairs, and walking- oyer these mosaics! Then he would bo putting -his hands upon some of these frescoes. People would wonder where that ol4 greenhorn came from- U° would shock, all the coflrt with his manners at Wesid^a that he wight get fiiol? he wight be i&e tafftntUe, Jip» are fresh tp-ay» in spite qf the pagsage.of. a half (?euturY, iJp&epb, wag fts f resit in Jacob's we»9»7 as yea,r 6 «* |£? the ' . the'$d f«mjly th,at had, though at table pa my <iieioon,d. there be I were only a. boy, in >U tUe. realpa, Of sot asffe^ and if j» Ma PflU.BJry'r will «m4 bto bjjt i ca^'t talks < a w»n »nd. What they pjay obviate.a great meet Bureaus 'are, '$$ on you. I may. say in regard to the most 01 you that your parents have probably visited you for the last time, or will soon pay'you such a visit, and I havo wondered if they will ever visit yon in the king's palace. "Oh," you say, "I am in tho pit of sin!" Joseph was in the pit. "Oh," you say, "I am in tho prison of mine iniquity!" Joseph was onco .in prison. "Oh," you say, "I didn't have a fair chance; I was denied maternal kindness!!' Joseph was denied maternal attendance!" "Oh," you say, "I am far away from the 'land of my nativity!" Joseph was far from liomo. "Oh," you say, "I have been betrayed and exasperated!" Did hot Joseph's brethren sell him to a passing Ishmaelitish caravan? Yet God brought him ; to that emblazoned residence; and if you will trust his grace in Je'sus Christ, you, too, will be cmpalaced. Oh, what a day that will be when tho old folks come from an adjoining mansion in heaven, and find yon amid the alabaster pillars of the throne-room and living with the King! They are coming up the steps now, and the epau- letted guard of the palace rushes in and says: "Your father's coming, your mother's coming!" And when under the arches of precious stones and on the pavement of porphyry you greet each other, the scene will eclipse tho meeting on the Goshen highway, when Joseph and Jacob fell 'on each other's neck and wept a good while. But oh, how changed the old folks will be! Their cheek smoothed into the flesh of a little child. Their stooped posture lifted into immortal symmetry. Their foot now so feeble, then with the spi-ightuess of a bounding roe, as thev shall say to you: "A spirit passed this way from earth and told us that you were wayward and dissipated after wo left the world; but you have repented, our prayer has been answered, and you are hero; and as wo used to visit you on earth before we died, now we visit you in your new homo after our ascension." And father will say, "Mother, don't you see Joseph is still alive?" and mother will say, "Yes, father, Joseph is yet alive." And then they will talk over their earthly anxieties in regard to you, nnd the midnight supplications in your behalf, and thoy will recite to each other the scripture passage with which they used to cheer their staggering faith: "I will be a God to thee and thy seed after thee." Oh, the palace, the palace, the palace! That is what Richard Baxter called "The Saints' Everlasting Rest." That is what John Bunyau called the "Celestial City." That is Young's "Night Thoughts" turned into morning exultations. That is Gray's "Elegy in a Churchyard" turned to resurrection spectacle. That is the "Cotter's Saturday JJitfht" exchanged for the ''Cotter's Sabbath morning. That is the shepherd of Salisbury Plains amid the flocks on the hills of heaven, That is the famine-struck Padanaram turned into the rich pasture fields of Goshen. That is Jacob visiting Joseph at the emerald castle. SOME NOTABILITIES- General Booth, commander-in-chief of the Salvation army, says that ha never reads the newspapers. The Suez canal company has voted »n annual pension of 5,000 francs each to De Lesseps, thirteen children. ISHen. Terry's first husband was George Frederic Watts, the eminent and veteran royal • Academician, still liviyg, and past seventy. Dr. Jolm Con tee Fairfax of Wary* Ja,nd, Js thinly English, peer who BH American, cltweu. lie has never in the house of lords. believes, from, th,*, ,^,, f . pf the iwbergj} which, - 9k4erY9,d, tljat there exists at w pear the Jfoj^h, pole a. large extent, o| ice covered, Jan,d, ' * ]^pr.d. Robbery, h^d, Mr. Gladstone's reference jp 0 him as. "the man of the l?y»~" Be Suro to Get Hood's Hood's Pills euro habitual constipation. THIP IXMICC • Finn Steel. Keen as a razor. ItllO IxnaFL! Good, BtronBhandle. 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