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UPPER BES MOIN18: ALGQNA, KWA, .WBpgglffl)AYV .MCjjBMBJBtt22, INTERNATIONAL PRESS ASSOCIATION., CHAPTER XVL—. It was half an hour past the appoint-€d ttine when she beared the trysting place, and she was beginning to won•def whethef or not Monsieur Caussl- dlere had grown weary and had gone away, when, to her relief, he emerged froin some nook where he had heen hiding and stood before her. Yes, it was he, looking anxious and restless, but brightening up considerably at sight of her face. Now that the meeting had really • come about, Marjorie felt somewhat .abashed at the thought of her own boldness. She paused in some confusion, and timidly held forth her hand, but the Frenchman strode boldly forward, and, the place being lonely, took her In his arms. "Marjorie, my Marjorie!" he murmured. Both words and action took her so •completely by surprise, that for a mo- .ment she could do nothing but tremble passively In his embrace like a trembling, frightened child; then, recovering herself, she drew back, blushing .and trembling. "Monsieur—Monsieur Caussidiere!" she cried. The Frenchman looked at her "strangely; he took her hand, and held it lovingly in both of his. "Marjorie," ho said, "my little friend! It seems now that I have you by me, that I am born again. I have traveled all the way from Dumfries to see you; and you do not know why?—because, my child, you have taught me to love you." Marjorie paused In her walk; she felt her heart trembling painfully and her cheeks burning like fire. She looked up at him in helpless amazement, but she did not speak. "When you departed, .Marjorie," continued Caussidiere, affectionately clasping the little hand which still lay passively in his, "I felt as if all the light and sunshine had been withdrawn from the world, and I knew then. that the face of my little friend had left such an image on my heart that I could not shake it away. I tried to fight against the feeling, but I could not. You have made me love you, my darling, and now I have come to ask if you will be my wife?" "Your wife, monsieur!" She looked so helplessly perplexed that the Frenchman smiled. "Well, Marjorie," he said, "of what why have are you thinking, ma petite?" "I was wondering, monsieur, you had spoken to me as you done." , , For a moment the man's face clouded; then the shadow passed and he smiled again. "Because I adore you, Marjorie, .he said. , .. Again the girl was silent, and the Frenchman pulled his mustache with trembling fingers. Presently he stole a glance at her, and he saw that her face was irradiated with a look of dreamy pleasure. He paused before her and regained possession of her trembling hands. "Marjorie," he said, and as he spoke his voice grew very tender and vibrated through every nerve in the girl's irame, "my little Marjorie, if you had heen left to me, I don't think I should ever have spoken, but when you went away I felt as if the last chance of happiness had been taken from me. So 1 said, 'I will go to my little girl, I will tell her of my loneliness, I will say to her I have given her my love, and I will ask for hers in return.' Marjorie, will you give it to me, my dear?" She raised her eyes to his and answered softly: . „ "I like you very much, monsieur. ^ "And you will marry me, Marjorie? "I—I don't know that." "Marjorie?" "I mean, monsieur, I will tell Lorraine." "You will not!—you must not. "Monsieur!" ' "Marjorie, do you not see wnat that she was the one to blame. He was so much wiser than she.and he knew so much more of the world; and he loved her so much that he would never counsel her amiss. Majorie did not consent to his wish, far it is not in a moment that we can wipe away the deeply instilled prejudice o fa lifetime, but she finally promised to think'it over and see him again. He walked with her to within a quarter of a mile of the clergyman's gate, then he left her. During the rest of that day Marjorie went about In a sort of dream, and it was not until she had gone to bed at night that she was able to think dispassionately of the interview. The next day she went to meet the Frenchman again. The moment he saw her face he knew that in leaving her to reason out the problem he had done well. She came forward with all the confidence o£ a child, and said: "Monsieur Canssidiere, since I love you, I will trust you with all my heart." Oh! the clays which followed; the hours of blissful, dreamy joy! Marjorie went every day to meet her lover —each day found her happier than she had been before. He was good and kind, and her iove for him increased, his reasoning seemed logical as well as pleasant, and it was beginning to take a firm hold of her accordingly. What he might have persuaded her to do it is difficult to imagine, but an event happened which for the time being saved her from precipitation. She had left her lover one day, promising to think over his proposition for an immediate secret marriage, and give him her decision on :the following morning. She walked along the road with her head filled with the old and still perplexing problem, but the moment she reached home all such thoughts were rudely driven from her head. She found Mrs. Menteith in the parlor crying bitterly. Mr. Mentith, pale and speechless, stood by her side, with an open telegram in his hand. "What is the matter?" asked Marjorie. Taking the telegram from the min- inter's unresisting grasp, she read us follows: "Send Marjorie home at once. Mr. Lorraine is dangerously ill." The girl sank with a low cry upon the ground, then with an effort she rose and cried: "Let me go to him; let me go home!" Not once that night did Marjorio remember Caussidiere or her appointment with him on the following day. Her one thought now was of Mr. Lorraine. She hurriedly left for home. "Wheesht, Miss Marjorie," she answered, "speak low. A wee while ayne he sank into a bit sleep. He's awfu' changed! I'm thinkin' > he'll no last mony hours langer." "Oh, Mysle!" sobbed the girl, convulsively. "Wheesht, or he may hear ye! Bide here a minute, and I'll creep ben and see if he has waukened." 1 She stole from the room. In a few moments she returned to the door and beckoned. Choking down her emotion Marjorie followed her without a word. They TAMAGfi'S SJSKMON, 'GEOLOGY OP BIBLE" DAY'S SUBJECT. SUN- "And tvhen Th*fr Cfirae to ThrcahlnR Floor Urr.ah Pnt Forth Hli Hand to the Ark of God"—II. Samuel! Chapter VI., Verses 0 and 7. crossed the lobby and entered the rudely furnished bedroom where Mr. Lorraine had slept so many years, and there; In the very bed where the little foundling had been placed that wintry night long ago, lay the minister—haggard, worn and ghastly, with all the look of a man who was sinking fast His white hair was strewn upon the pillow, his cheeks were sunken and ashen pale, and his dim blyo eyes looked at vacancy, while his thin, hand fingered at the counterpane. Marjorie crept closer, with bursting heart, and looked upon him. As she did so she became conscious of a movement at the foot of the bed. There, kneeling in silence, was old Solomon. He looked up with a face almost as gray and stony as that of his master, but gave no other sign of recognition. Mr. mean? They are all against me, every one of thorn, and if they knew Uiey would take my little girl away jorie, listen to me. Mar- You say you love JU1 I.O. i*Di,&*A I**-* ***«* - „ roe-Hind you do love me-I am sure of that; therefore I wish you to promise to marry me and say nothing to any 8 °"To marry you in secret? Oh, I could pot do that, monsieur." "Then you do not love me, rle?" 'Indeed, it is not true. Marjo- And Mr. Lor- CHAFTER XVII. T was a raw, wet, windy night when Marjorie arrived at the railway station of Dumfries. Scarcely had the train readied the platform when the figure of a young man leaped upon the footboard and looked in at the carriage window, while a familiar voice addressed her by name. She looked round, as she stood reaching down some parcels and a small handbag from the net above her scat, and recognized John Sutherland. "They have sent me to meet you," he said, stretching out his hand. "I have a dog cart waiting outside the station to drive you down." ' She took the outstretched hand eagerly, quite forgetful of the angry words with which they had lust parted, and cried in a broken voice: "Oh, Johnnie, is he better?" The young man's face looked grave, indeed, as he replied: "He is about the same. He is very weak, and has been asking for you. But come, let me look after your luggage, and then we'll hurry down." There were few passengers and little luggage by the train, and they found Marjorie's small leather trunk standing almost by itself on the platform. A porter shouldered it and following him they passed out of the station and found a solitary dog cart waiting with a ragged urchin at the horse's head. A few minutes later Marjorie and Suth- raine is like my father, and he loves mo so much. I would not do anything to vex or hurt him, monsieur." For a moment the Frenchman s face was clouded, and he cast a most ominous look upon the girl; then all ma moment again the sunshine buist forth. . . i, "You have a kind heart, Marjoile, he Bald. "It is like my little glr to talk so; but she is sensible, and will listen to me.. Marjorie, don't think I .want to harm ydu, or lead you to do wrong. J love you, far too well, little one, and niy only thought is how I can keep ana cherish, you all my life." It must not be supposed that Jorie was altogether proof against such wooing as this. She believed that the Frenchman was incapable of deceit ana tbpugh' at first the proposal had given bey a shpeb, she soon came to tumic in. listening to. bis persuasive voice, erland was driving rapidly side by side through the dark and rain washed streets of the town. At last they drew up before the gate of the manse. With an eager cry, half a sob, Marjorie leaped down. "I'll put up the horse and come back," cried Sutherland. Marjorie scarcely heard, but, opening the gate, ran in across the garden, and knocked softly at the manse door,which waB opened almost instantly by Mysle, the old serving woman. The moment she saw Marjorie she put her, finger to her lips. Marjorie stepped in, and the door was softly closed. Mysie led the way into the study, where a lamp was dimly bW .™lT Mysie, how is he now?" The old woman's hard, world-wor* race was sad beyond expression, an-i her eyes were red with weeping, . The minister rocked his head from side to side and continued to pick the coverlet, muttering to himself. "Marjorie, Marjorie, my doo! Ay, put the bairn in my arms — she has your own eyes, Marjorie, your own eyes o* heaven's blue. Solomon, my surplice! To-day's the christening. We'll call her Marjorie, after her mother. A bonny name! A bonny bnirn! Bring the light, Solomon! She's wet and weary. We'll lay her down in the bed!" At the mention of his name Solomon rose like a gaunt specter, and stood gazing desolately at his master. His eyes were wild and tearless, and ho shook like a reed. Suddenly there was a low cry from Solomon. Marjorie started up, and at the same moment Mr. Lorraine half raised himself on his elbow and looked wildly arroimd him. "Who's there?" he moaned — "Marjorie!" And for the first time fits eyes seemed fixed on hers in actual recognition. "Yes, Mr. Lorraine. Oh, speak to me!" He did not answer, but still gazed upon her with a beautiful smile. His hand was still in hers, and she felt it fluttering like a leaf. Suddenly the smile faded into a look of startled wonder and divine awe. He looked at Marjorie, but through her, as it were, at something beyond. "Marjorie!" he moaned, "I'm coining." Alas! it was to another Marjorie, some shining presence uubeheld of other eyes, that he addressed that last joyful cry. Scarcely had it left his lips than his jaws dropped convulsively.and he fell back upon his pillow, dead. * * * Let me draw a veil over the sorrow of that night, which was spent by poor Marjorie in uncontrollable grief. Sutherland, returning a little while after the minister's breath had gone, tried in vain to comfort her, but remained in or about the house to iho break of day. Early next morning Miss Hetherington, driving up to the manse door in her faded carriage, heard the sad news. She entered in, looking g-rim and worn beyond measure, and looked at the dead man. Then she asked for Marjorie, and learned that she had retired to her room. As the lady returned to her carriage she saw young Sutherland standing at the gate. ; "It's all over at last, then," she said,' "and Marjorie Annan has lost her best friend. Try to comfort her, Johnnie, if ye can." "I'll (Jo that, Miss Hetherington,", cried Sutherland, eagerly. ( "The old gang and the young come," muttered the lady. "She's alone now in the world, but I'm her friend still. When the funeral's o'er she must come to stay awhile wi' me. Will ye tell her that?" •, "Yes, if you wish it." "Ay, I wish it. Poor bairn! It's her first puff o' the ill wind o' sorrow, but when she's as old as me she'll ken there are things in this world far waur than death." » * * The few days which followed immediately upon the clergyman's funeral were the most wretched Marjorie had ever spent. Habited in her plain black dress, she sat at home in the little parlor, watching with weary, wistful eyes the figures of Solomon and Mysie, who, similarly clad, moved like ghosts about her; and all the while her thoughts were with the good old man, who, after all, had been her only protector in BAND of music Is coming down the road, cornets blown, timbrels struck, harps thrummed, and cymbals clapped; all led on by David, who was himself a musician. They are ahead of a wagon on which s the sacred box called the "Ark." The yoke of oxen drawing the wagon Imperiled it. Some critics say that the oxen kicked, being struck with the driver's goad, but my knowledge of oxen leads me to say that if on a hot day they see a shadow of a tree or wall they are apt to suddenly shy off to get the coolnees of the shadow. I think these oxen so suddenly turned that the sacred box seemed about to upset and bo thrown to the ground. Uzzah rushed forward and laid hold of the ark to keep It upright. But he had no right to do so. A special command had been given by the Lord that no one, save the priest, under any circumstances, should touch the bos. Nervous; and excited, and Irreverent, Uzzah disobeyed when he took hold of the ark, arid he died as a consequence. In all ages, and never more so than in our own day, there are good people all the time afraid that the Holy Bible, which is the second ark of our time, will be upset, and they have been a long while afraid that science, and especially geology, would overthrow It. While we are not forbidden to touch the Holy Book, and, on the contrary, are urged to fondle and study it, any one who is afraid of the overthrow of the Dock is greatly offending the Lord with his unbelief. The oxen have not yet. been yoked which can upset that ark of the world's salvation. Written by the Lord Almighty, ho is going to protect it until its mission Is fulfilled, and there shall be no more need of a Bible, because all Its prophesies will have been fulfilled and the human race will have exchanged worlds. A trumpet and a violin are very different instruments, but they may be played in perfect accord. So the Bible account of the creation of tho world and the geological account are different. One story written on parchment and the other on the rocks, and yet in perfect and eternal accord. The word "day," repeated in the first chapter of Genesis, hns thrown into paroxysms of criticism many excgetes. Tho Hebrew word "Yom" of the Bible means sometimes what we call a day, and sometimes it means ages; It may mean twenty-four hours or a hundred million years. The order of creation as written in the Book of Genesis is the order of creation discovered by geologists' crowbar. So many Uzzahs have been nervously rushing about Cor fear the strong oxen of scientific discovery would upset the Bible that I went somewhat apprehensively to look Into the matter, when 1 found that the Bible and geology agree in saying that first were built the rocks; then the plants greened the earth; then marine creatures were created, from minnow to whale; then the wings and throats of aerial choirs were colored and tuned, and the quadrupeds began to bleat, and bellow, and neigh. What is all this fuss that has been filling the church and the world concerning u fight between Moses and AgassU? There is no fight at all. But is not the geological impression that the world was millions of years building antagonistic to the theory of ono week's creation in Genesis? No. A great house is to be built. A man takes years to draw to the spot the to thai region, and after trying In vain to take a'swim in the lake, So thick with salt he can not swim it—the lake beneath which Sodoitt and Gomorrah lie burled—one drop of the water so full of sulphur and brimstone that it stings your tongue, and for houts yon can not get rid of the nauseating drop —the scientist then digging down and finding sulphur on top of sulphur, brimstone on top of brimstone, w^.ie all round there are jets, and crags, and peaks of salt, and if one of them did not become the sarcophagus of Lot's wife, they show you how a human bo- ing might in that tempest have be3n halted and packed into a white monument that would defy the ages. But now, you do not really bellevo that. New Testament story about the earthquake at the time Christ was crucified, do you? Geology digs down Into Mount Calvary and finds the rocks ruptured and aslant, showing the work of an especial earthquake for that mountain, and an earthquake which did not touch the surrounding region. Go and look for yourself, and see there a dip and cleavage of rocks as nowhere else on tiro planet, Geology thus announcing an especial earthquake for the greatest tragedy of all the centuries—the asslnatlon of tho Son of God. the world. While he had been there to cheer and comfort her, she had never realized how far these others were from her. Now she knew; she was as one left utterly alone. It was by her own wish that she remained at the manse. Mrs. Menteith obliged after the funeral to return to her home, had offered to take Marjorie with her, and Miss Hetherington had sent a little note, requesting her to make the Castle her home. Both these Invitations Marjorie refused. (TO HE CONTINUED.) Resented the indignity— "What made you quit the club, BJlly?" "Reason enough, I can tell you, I worked five years to be elected treasurer and then they insisted on putting in a cash register."— Detroit Free Press, foundation stone and the heavy timbers. The house is about done, but it is not finished for comfortable residence. Suddenly the owner calls in upholsterers, plumbers, gas fitters, paper hangers, and in one week it Is ready for occupancy. Now, It requires no stretch of Imagination to realize that God could have taken millions of years for the bringing of the rocks and the timbers of this world together, yet only one week more to make it inhabitable and to furnish it for human residence. Remember, also, that all up and down the Bible the language of tho times was used—common parlance—and It was not always to bo taken literally. Just as we say every day that the world is round, when it is not round. It is spheroidal—flat- tened at the poles and protuberant tit the equator. Professor Snell, with his chain of triangles, and Professor Varln with the shortened pendulum of his clock, found It was not round; but we do not become critical of any one who says the world is round. •But you do not really bellevo that story of the deluge and the sinking of the mountains under the wave? Tell us something we can believe..' "Believe that," says geology, "for how do you account for those sea shells and sea weeds and skeletons of sea animals found on the top of some of the highest mountains? If the waters did not sometimes rise above the mountains, how did those sea shells and sea weeds and skeletons of sea animals get thero? Did you put them there?" But, now, do you not really believe that story about the storm of fire and brimstone whelming Sodom aud Go morrah, aud enwrapping Lot's wi: such saline encrustations that ed a saclt of 8»U? For Uon of that story If anything In the history or condition of the earth seems for the time contradictory of anything In geology, you must remember that geology is all the time correcting itself, and more and more coming to harmonization with the great Book. In the last century the "French Scientific Association" printed a list of eighty theories of geology which had been adopted and afterward rejected. Lyell, the scientist, announced fifty theories of geology that had been believed In and afterwards thrown overboard. Meanwhile the story of tho Bible has not changed at all, and If geology has cast out between ono and two hundred theories which It once considered established, we can afford to wait until the last theory of geology antagonizing divine revelation shall have been given up. Now, in this discourse upon tho geology of the Bible, or God among the Rocks, I charge all agitated and affrighted Uzznhs to calm their pulses about the upsetting of the Scriptures. Let me see! For several hundred years the oxen havo been jerking tho ark this way and that, and pulling it over rough places and trying to stick it in the mud of derision, and kicking with all the power of their hoofs against the sharp goads, aud trying to pull It into the cool shade away from the heats of retribution from a God "who will by no means clear the guilty." Yet have you not noticed that tho Book has never been upset? The only changes made in It wore by its learned friends In the revision of tho Scriptures. The book of Genesis has been thundered against by the migiit- iest batteries, yet you cannot today find in all tho earth a.copy of the Bible which has not tho fifty chapters of the first copy of the book of Genesis ever printed, starling with the words, "In tho beginning, God," and closing with Joseph's coffin. Fierce attack on tho book of Exodus has been made because they said it was cruel to drown Pharaoh, and the story of Mount Sinai was improbable. But the book of Exodus remains Intact, and not ono of us, considering the cruelties which ho would havo continued among the brick kilns of Egypt, would have thrown Pharaoh a plank if we had scon him drowning. And Mount Sinai is today a pile of tossed and tumbled basalt, recalling the cataclysm of that mountain when tho law was given. And, as to those Ton Commandments, all Roman law, all German law, all English law, all American law worth anything are squarely founded on them. So mighty assault for centuries has been made on tho Book of Joshua. It was said that the story of tho detained sun and moon Is aU' Insult to modern astronomy; but that Book of Joshua may be found today in the chapel of every university in America, In defiance of any telescope _ nations, and kindred, afld people, andtl tongues the unsearchable riches o! M» \ sua Christ ate mlghtlef than the sljT-" V ing off of a. yoke 6t oxen. * * How much the rocks have had tft $8 ' ^ with the cause of God In all ages! 1ft the wilderness God's Israel wer"6 lett i with honey out of the rock. How thS, "' rock of Horeb paid Moses back 1ft ' -, gushing, rippling, sparkling watef lof . the two stout strokes with which n* struck it! And there stands the rock ' with name— 1 guess the longest worn.- • in the Bible— sela-hammahlekoth, aaaf ' , it Was worthy of a resounding, seSqtif* pedalian nomenclature, for at that rock Saul was compelled to quit hi* pursuit of David and go home and look after the Philistines, who were tnaft* Ing a flank movement There Were th« rocks of Bozez and Seheh, between which Jonathan climbed up and sent flying in retreat the garrison of th0 unclrcumclsed. And yonder see Davm and his men hidden in the rock 01 Adullam and Bngedlt Concerning all the vast things of God's government of the universe, be 1 patient with the carrying out of plan* beyond our measurement. Naturalists tell us that there are Insects that are born and die within an hour, and that there are several generations of them In one day; and If one of those July Insects of an hour should say, "How slow everything goes! I was told Itt the chrysalis state by a wondrous Instinct that I would find In this world seasons of the year— spring, summer, autumn and winter. But where are the autumnal forests upholstered ia fire, and where arc tho glorious spring- times, with orchards waving their censers of perfume before tho altars of the morning? I do not bellevo there are any autumns or springtimes." If then a golden eagle, many years old, In a cago nearby, heard the hum of that complaining insect, it might well answer: "0, summer Insect of an hour, though your life Is so short you can not see the magnificent turn of the- seasons, I can testify as to their reality, for I have seen .them roll. When I was young, and before I was imprisoned In this cago, I brushed their gorgeous leafage and their fragrant blossoms with my own wing. You live an hour; I have lived thirty years. But in one of my flights high up, tho gate of heaven open for a soul to go In or a seraph to come out, I heard the choirs chanting, "From everlasting to everlasting thou art God!" And it was an antiphonal In which all heaven re- jsponded, "From everlasting to everlasting thou art God." 0, man! 0, woman! so far as your earthly existence Is concerned, only tho Insect of an hour, be not impatient with the workings of the Omnipotent and the Eternal. And now, for your solace and your safety, I ask you to come under the shelter, and into the deep clefts, and tho almighty defense of a Rock that is higher than you, higher than any Gibraltar, higher than the Himalayas —the "Rock of Ages"— that will shelter you from the storm, that will hide you from your enemies, that will stand when tho earthquakes of the last day get their pry under the mountains and hurl them into seas boiling with the fires which are already burning their way out from red-hot centers toward tho surfaces which are already here and there spouting with fire amid the quaking of the mountains, under the look and touch of him,' of whom It is said In the sublimest sentence ever written: "He looketh upon the mountains, and they tremble: He toucheth the hills and they smoke!" Hie you one and all to the Rock ot Ages! And, now, as before this sermon on the Rocks I gave out the significant and appropriate hymn, "How firm a foundation ye saints of the Lord," I will give out after this sermon' on the Rocks the significant and appropriatf hymn: Rock of Ages, cleft for me, Let me hide myself in thee! vt^i ' projected from tho roof of that university. The Book of Jonah has been the target of ridicule for the small wit of ages; but there It stands, with Its four chapters inviolate, while Geology puts up in Us museums remains of sea monsters capable of doing more than the one which swallowed the recreant prophet. There stand the one thousand and eighty-nine chapters of the Bliile, notwithstanding all the attacks of ages, and there they will stand until they shrivel up in the final fires, which geologists say are already kindled and glow hotter than the furnaces of an ocean steamer as It puts out from New York Narrows for Hamburg or Southampton. I should not wonder if from the crypt of ancient cities the inspired manuscripts of Matthew, Ma'rk, Luke and John, in their own chlrography, would be taken, aud the epistles which Paul dictated to his amanuensis, as well as the one in the apostle's own baud-writing. At the samo ratio of archaeological and geological confirmation of the Scriptures, tho time will come when the truth of tho Bible will no more be doubted than the common almanac, which tolls you tho days and the months of the year, and the unbelievers will be accounted harmless lunatics. Forward the telescope and the spectroscope and the chemical batteries, and critically examine the os- tracods of the ocean depths and the bones of the great mammals on the gravely hill-tops! And the mightier, and the grander, and the deeper and the hig>ei',tfefi ssp)pratiqn9 the better for our,&, Aj,BU,re,'R8 the. ' * *... r - . a WOMEN AND THE BIRDS. Why Will They Not Sacrifice Their Vaulty (or Humanity's Sake? "As there is no argument on the side of bird killing for decorative purposes, so there is no excuse for its encouragement by even tho most frivolous of women," tho St. Paul Pioneer Press says. "They have had presented- to them over and over and in, every form of appeal the cruelty of vhe custom as well as its reckless abuse of. the gifts of nature, for it is assertoij on good authority that the destruction of the field and forest birds has an appreciable effect on agriculture. Yet the killing goes on, apparently with no diminution, Europe uses 300,000,' 000 of song birds in millinery annually. One Chicago firm buys and sells every year 02,000 birds and 300,000 wings. The pitiful story of the egret, whose ravished plumes wave from the hats of thousands of wealthy wonieft and are shown eve^y day in our own shop windows here in St. Paul, has, been told so many times that it woul$ seem aa though the woman who persists in wearing them must feel JIU9 a murderess every time she does so, "We do not need societies, pledges, orations or tracts on this subject. Tha, matter is one which rests on a.purejy commercial basts. The leaders of fashion in any city can settle it practically in one season. They have only to refuse to wear these trophies of cruelty and. the thing is done. It does not even require 'strong-mindedness' to do. this,, One would think that a "" " huwajuity in the heart

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