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MB dm* DBS MODttft INTERNATIONAL PRESS ASSOCIATION. CHAPTER XVH .— "Most assuredly I must soon go. My To go to Edinburgh would take her future Is brightening before me, and too far from her beloved dead, while I am glad—thank heaven!—there are the thought of living with Miss Heth- few dark clouds looming ahead to sad- erlhgton at Annandale Castle positively den our existence, my child. The ty- appalled her.' She said "No." rant who deBecra'teB France will one The lady of the Castle received the day fall; meantime hi« advisers have refusal kindly, saying, that although persuaded him to pardon many polltl Marjorie Could not take up her resl- cal offenders, myself amongst them dence at the Castle, she must not alto- So I shall see France again! God 1 Mh« looked at him tn wonder. Ah, bo* good and kind he was! Knowing het miserable birth, seeing her friendless and almost cast away, he would 81111 'vj beside her, to comfort and cherish i.ir with his deep affection. If she had »ver doubted his sincerity, could he doubt it now? «**•** Half an hour later Cauesidiere waa walking rapidly in the direction of Acnandiile Castle He looked supreme- y Belf-f-\tlsfled and happy, and hummed a llgH French air as he went. Arriving at the door, he knocked, and the serving-woman appeared in an- 88WtO& SORtPtUftE OF THE AMONG THE COftALS corallines Were and Gilbert groups, and wonderfully accumulative may go an a^uttd the and thtia be fulfilled the "There shall be nd more sea the Aether avoid It good! When He restores me to tn -Come when you wish, my bairn," country he will give me also my wife concluded the old lady. "You'll aye be ™ 7™r little hand In mine and eay Leon ' l trust vou with all my heart.' We are both lonely women must comfort one another." During the first few days, however, Marjorie did not go. She sat at home u „ during the day, and in the dusk of the t(j h[g {ace evening, when she believed no one « «. my chlW ud Mine me, your faith shall not be misplaced." He held forth his hand to her, and Marjorie, tremblingly raising her eyes in broken accents, "I do trust you." So a second time swer to the summons. "Miss Hetherlngton, if you please. "You canna see her," was the sharp reply. "What's your business?" "Give her this card, if you please, and tell tfer I must see her without delay." After some hesitation the woman carried the card away, first shutting the door unceremoniously in the visitor's face. Presently the door opened again, and the woman beckoned him in. He followed her along the gloomy lobbies, and up stairs, till they reached the desolate boudoir which he had entered on a former occasion. The woman knocked. "Come in," said the voice of her mis- from tit* *e*t—"t»O iit*nUon Sfefttl Mads of Cotftl"—«fo»> ***! Vert*. 18—tot* ** God tot titttJ. do you say that, Inspired dramatist? When you wanted to set forth the 'superior value of our religion, you tossed onyx, would see her, she went forth to visit troth wag p ,, ghtedt and whether {or the churchyard and cry beside her fos- Qr Marjorle - ft falc was gealed . ter-father's grave. At length, how- ' B ever, she remembered the old lady's klnd'ly words, and putting on her bonnet and a thick veil, she one morning B et out on a visit to Annandale Castle. Marjorie had not seen Miss Hether- lngton since that day she came down to tho funeral; when, therefore, she was shown into the lady's presence, she almost uttered a frightened cry. There sat the grim mistress of the Castle In state, but looking as worn and faded as her faded surroundings. Her face was plached and worn, as if with heart «ating grief or mortal disease. She received the girl fondly, yet with something of her old imperious manner and during the interview she renewed the offer of protection. But Marjorie, after looking at the dreary room and its strange mistress, gave a most decided negative. She remained with Miss Hetherington only a short time, and when she left the Castle, her mind was so full of Bolicitude that she walked along utterly oblivious to everything about her. Suddenly she started cry of surprise. A her on the shoulder, and, lifting eyes, she beheld her lover. The Frenchman was dressed as she had last seen him, in plain black; has trees. CausBldiere entered aside the which is used for making exquisite cameos, and the sapphire, sky-blue, and topaz of rhombic prism, and the ruby ot frozen blood, and here you say that the coral, which is a mlracle °« •*«£ and a transport of color to those who have studied It, Is not worthy of men tlon in comparison with our hoiy llglon. "No mention shall be made of coral." At Saint Johnsbury, vt., in » museum built by the chief citizen as I examined a specimen on the sheir, I first realized what a holy of hones life are zoophyte builders, and there will be small layer on top of •»»« W# er, and fossilized grief on the top of fossilised srlef. Grace does not go up rapidly in your soul, but, blessed be God, it goes up. Ten thousand million ages will not finish you. You ; trill never be finished. On forever! tfp forever! Out ot the sea of earthly disquietude will gradually rise the reefs, the islands, the continents, the hemispheres of grandeur and glory. Men talk as though In this life we only had time to build; but what we build in this life, as compared with what we shall build In the next life, is as a striped shell to Australia. You go into an architect's study and there you see the sketch of a temple, the cornerstone of which has not yet been laia. O that I could have an architectural sketch of what you will be after eternity has wrought upon you! What pillars of strength! What altars of su- rapmiy. VYUJ, j^" -— — .^ tn hulld in! The little annoyances oi . lue UU1BI 10 B v,.~o ------. «* to Duna mi IBB _, ltAfci | fl ^ g ^ ^ last day. but our work G6d will endure forever. No ffldrft L. ,, couraged inah ever lived than Beefcbf- • ^ eh, the great musical composer, unmercifully crititized by brother e and his nlttsic sometimes re; -five years, a nd jecj; Kfl* tke chamber, pernal worship! What pinnacles thrusting their glittering spikes into the sun that never sets! You do not er come — at last." line—at ma*.. . . f Caussidiere did not embrace her but held her hands and patted them fondly, while Marjorie. feeling comforted 1 y his very presence, allowed her tears to the direction of the manse. th "My Marjorie." he said, "my own dear love! this has been a sore_ tnal to have borne it oraveiy. suffer, and I have suf- ;n xvm. HE day following her final promise to Caussldlere, Marjorie received intimation that the new minister was coming without delay to take possession of the living. Her informant was Solomon Muckleback- It, whose funereal despair was tempered with a certain lofty scorn. On the following Saturday arrived the new minister, prepared to officiate for tho first time In the parish. He was a youngish man, with red hair and beard, and very pink complexion; but his manners were unassuming and good natured. His wife and family, he explained, were about to follow him In about ten days; and in the meantime his furniture and other chattels were coming on by train. Shown over the manse by Solomon, he expressed no little astoiishmont at findlug only two or three rooms furnished, and those very barely. "Mr. Lorraine never married?" he inquired, as they passed from room to room. "The meenister was a wise man," replied Solomon, ambiguously. "He lived and he dee'd in single sanctity, according to the holy commandments of the Apostle Paul." Just so," said Mr. Freeland, with a and found Miss Hetherlngton, wrapped in an old-fashioned morning gown, seated In an arm-chair at her escritoire. Parchments, loose papers and packets of old letters lay scattered before her. She wheeled her chair sharply round as he entered, and fixed her eyes upon the Frenchman's face. She looked Inexpressibly wild and ghastly, but her features wore an expression of indomitable resolution. Caussidlere bowed politely, then, lurning softly, he closed the door. "What brings you here?" demanded the lady of the Castle. "I wish to see you, my lady," he returned. "First, let me trust that you are better, and apologize for .having disturbed you on such a day." Miss Hetherington knitted her brows and pointed with trembling forefinger to a chair. "Sit down" she said. Caussidlere obeyed her, and sat God can temple of one piece of coral, i «» not wonder that Ernst Heckcl. tne great scientist, while in Ceylon, was so entranced with the specimens wmcn some Cingalese divers had brought up for his inspection that he himseii plunged Into the sea, and went clear under the waves at the risk of his Hie. again, and again, and again, that ne might know more of the coral, tne beauty of which he Indicates cannot even be guessed by those who have only seen it above water, and after the polyps, which are Its sculptors, and architects, have died and the chlet glories of these submarine nowe j![ have expired. Job, in my text, did not mean to depreciate this divine sculpture in the coral reefs along tne sea coasts. No one can afford to depreciate these white palaces of the deep, built under God's direction. Ho never changes his plans for the building of the islands and shores; and for uncounted thousands of years the not build an island in a day. should you scold yourself because you cannot complete a temple of holiness on hlB way to Vienna, to beg food lodging at a plain house by the side. In the evening the family e a musical Instrument and played sang with great enthusiasm; ttnd ona of the numbers they rendered was s» emotional that tears rail down their cheeks while they sang and playetu Beethoven, sitting in the room, to* deaf to hear the singing, was turiou* , to know what was the music thftt-fiox overpowered them, and when they gott through he reached up and took tn» folio in his hand and found it was hi* own music—Beethoven's Symphony 1» A—and he cried out, "I wrote that! The household sat and stood abasliett, to find that their, poor-looking guestj was the great composer. But he never left that house alive. A fever seize* him that night, and no relief could bej afforded, and In a few days ho dial.. But Just before expiring ho took *'*! 4 V down, hat In hand. There was a pause, smile. "Well, I shall find the manse small enough for my belongings. Mistress Freeland has been used to a large house, and we shall need every room. The chamber facing the river, up stairs, will make an excellent nursery." "My ain bedroom!" muttered Solomon. "Weel, weel, I'm better out of the house." broken at last by the lady's querulous voice. "Weel, speak! Have you lost your tongue, man? What's your will me?" Caussldlera replied with suavity: "I am anxious, my lady, that all misunderstanding should cease between us. To prove my sincerity, I will give you a piece of news. I have asked Miss Annan to marry me, and with your consent she is quite willing." "What!" cried Miss Hetherington, half rising from her chair, and then sinking back with a gasp and a moan. "Have ye dared?" Caussidiero gently inclined his head. "And Marjorie—she has dared to accept ye, without warning me?" "Pardon me, she is not aware that you have any right to be consulted. I, however, who acknowledge your right, have come in her name to solicit your coral gardens, and tho coral castles and the coral battlements go on ana up. I charge you that you will please God and'please yourself if you wm for the heart In this short lifetime? You tell me we do not amount to much now, but try us after a thousand million ages of hallelujah. Let us hear the angels chant for a million centuries. Give us an eternity with God, and then see if we do not amount to something. More slowly and marvelously accumulative Is the grace In the soul than anything I can think of. "No mention shall be made ot coral." Again, I take your hand, and we walk on through this garden of tho sea and look more particularly than we did at the beauty of the coral. The poets have all been fascinated with it. One of them wrote: "There, with a broad and easy motion, The fan coral sweeps through the clear deep sea, And the yellow and scarlet tufts of the ocean Are bent like corn on tho uplan.l lea." One specimen of coral Is called tho hand of his nephew, who had been sent for and arrived, saying, "After all, Hummel, I must have had some talent." Poor Beethoven! His worK still lives, and in the twentieth century will be better appreciated than It was in the nineteenth; and as long HB there is on earth an orchestra to play or an oratorio to sing, Beethoven* nine symphonies will be the enchant- tlon, their grouping—families oi them, towns of them, cities of them, and continents of them. Indeed, you cannot appreciate the meaning of my text unless you know something or the coral. Labyrinthlan, stellar, columnar, floral, dented like shields from battle, spotted like leopards, embroidered like lace, hung like upholstery- twilight and auroras and sunbursts of dendrophllla, because It Is like a tree; another is called tho astrara, because it Is like a star; another is called the brain coral, because it is like tho convolutions of the human brain; another is called the fan coral, because it is like the instrument with which you cool yourself on a hot day; another ^ __ But you composer, and you say there Is nothing remarkable about you—only a mother trying to rear your family for usefulness and heaven. Yet the song with, which you sing your child to sleep will never cease Its mission. You win grow old and die. That son will pass out into the world. The song with which you sang him to sleep last night will go with him while he lives, a conscious or unconscious restraint and inspiration here, and may help open to him the gate of a glorious and triumphant hereafter. The lullabies of this century will sing through all the centuries. The humblest good accomplished In time will last through eternity! I sometimes get discouraged, as I suppose you do, at the vastnesa ot the work and at how little we are doing. And yet, do you suppose the rhizopod said, "There is no need of my working! I can not build the Cordilleras." Do you suppose the madrepore specimen Is called the organ pipe coral, because it resembles the king of musical instrument. All the flowers and all the shrubs in the gardens of the LI1U LLL11 Ui tVD ll**v* MM »•««- — -— . oeauty From deep crimson to milk- land have their correspondencies In white are its coJ 8 . You may find tn , B garden of the sea. Corallum! It Ss work of God through the anl- la a synomym for beauty. And yet malcules eighty fathoms down, or thora is no beauty in the coral com- vou but you [ have seen you fered, too." , "You have seen, monsieur .' ou , es. Marjorie. Did you think be- silent I had tor gotten Ah cause I was a cry « , It I have waited. At the service on the following day there was a large attendance to welcome the new minister. Solomon occupied his usual place as precentor, and his face as Mr. Freeland officiated above him, was a study In its expression of mingled scorn, humiliation and despair. But the minister had a resonant voice, and a manner of tlnmr 'ng the cushion which carried conviction to the hearts of all unprejudiced observers The general verdict upon him, when the service was over, was that Ie was the right man in the -""" place, and "a grand preacher. The congregation kind approbation "And what do you threaten, man, II I say 'no no—a hundred times no?' " Caussidiere shrugged his shoulders. "Parbleu, I threaten nothing; I am a gentleman, as I have told you.. But should you put obstacles in my way, it ay be unpleasant for all concerned." Miss Hetherington rose to her feet, livid with rage, and shook her extended hands in her tormentor's face. may my little one me her U.V) » —' ... needs me; she will right slowly cleared 'It's weel for you I'm no a man! If away, and now in her hour of come, Then the and him the full extent of hei aw*, while Majorie, lingering behind warned sadly to the grave of her old foster-father, and stood looking upon t through fastly-f ailing tears. Bo rapt was she in her own sorrow that she Snot hear a footstep behind her, and not till Caussidiere had come up and Sen her by the hand was she aware I were a rnau ye would never pass that door again living! I defy ye-I scorn ye! Ye coward, to come here and molest a sick woman!" She tottered as she spoke, and fell back Into her chair. tion. The Mariorie" he said; "was I not right? This place is no longer a home for (TO BE CONTINUED.) • ...^ A PRETTY SCREEN. One Which Can Uo Kaslly and Inexpensively Mado at Home. Soft pine wood panels of the desired size are cut by a carpenter and. are then covered by stretching veloura. amid the breakers, where the sea dashes the wildest, and beats the mightiest, and bellows the loudest. ' Nothing so impresses me with the fact that our God loves the beautiful The most beautiful coral of the world never comes to human observation. Sunrises and sunsets he hangs up for nations to look at; he may green the grass, and round tho dey/ into pearl, and set on fire autumna foliage to please mortal sight, but those thousands of miles of coral achievement I think he has had built for his own delight. In those galleries he alone can walk. The music of those keys, played on by the fingers of the wave he only can hear. The snow of that white and the bloom of that crimson he alone can see. Having earnitured this World to please the human race, and lifted a glorious heaven to please the angelic intelligences, I am glad that ho has planted these gardens of the deep to please himself. But here and there God allows specimens of submarine glory to be brought It It givas does not pared with our religion, physiognomic beauty. 1 change tho features; it does not give features with which the person was not originally endowed, but it sets behind tho features of the homeliest person a heaven that shines clear through. So that often, on first acquaintance, you said of a man: "He is the homeliest person I ever saw," when, after you come to understand him and his nobility of soul shining through his countenance, you said: up and set before us for sublime contemplation. While I speak, these great nations of zoophytes, meandrinas and madrepores, with tentacles for trowel U1CU m ....... A .. , , uenlra or any plain colored, durable Aiding Just such coral as we find UCLL11U w* * ___ ..iJlrt 4-nrtlr_ 1 *" ° . .„, _ 3i_^.««^ mnir V»n mrir« "rrjEr-wJ^"- "Marjorie, come her hands away. She knew say Monsieur!" Call me Leon. Shall we not be man He was so good. He was my first, him," returned the "He loved you man of her mind, enough: W i i hold in my hand. A charm-a what I how * t]iQ w won . 'of marriage! Edinburgh, you gave me youi and you said you loved me I as* > o now, fulfill your promise; let us come man and wife!" "You wish me to marry monsieur?" "Ah, yes, Marjorie.' fr iend- "Although I am a penniless, friend less, homeless lass?" - j "What is that to me, my dear, love you, and I wish you to W lamof s as soon miles away AS is like ^ ( which will car- as'ycm will, hundreds of drew forth a folded .- held it before her, is it, monsieur?" she asked, P6 ± S ± must call me Leon-then I No; you will tell you permits us I to marry when and where M You are very good." "Marjorie?" "me, when will you make me the loSathe—kdresi filled with , H %> oj* know-I »» »<* teu ' started and trembled, then . ask me yet.' d _. no qne was near- ncedround n fl. material tightly across one side ed into place, and the reverse side covered with any good lining for the part of the screen not intended to show, says the Philadelphia Times. The next step in the process is to cut stiff brown paper panels the size of the wooden ones and on them draw In charcoal a simple outline, conventional pattern. If one Is not original enough to do this alone, ask some friend to draw one, or copy some good design from an art magazine. The center panel should be the most prominent, while the side ones each have the same design, re. versed to suit the branches of the screen and in its main features har- monizlng with the center one. When this is done, lay the paper on the panel tack it in place and along each line ot the pattern tack in gently upholstery nails, arranged carefully at equal distances. These should be Indicated by pencil marks If one has not a correct eye; When this is done the paper Is torn out from beneath the nails, consequently too tough paper should not be used, and each nail is then carefully driven, home with a hammer uptil it sinks in- the body of the material itself, glv in our text. The diamond may be more rare the crystal may bo more sparkling' the chrysoprase may be more ablaze but the coral is the long, deep, everlasting blush of the sea. Yet Job, who understood all kinds of precious stones, declares that the beauty and value of the coral are nothing com- nared with our holy religion, and he nicks up this coralline formation and looks at it, and flings It aside with all the other beautiful things he has heard of. and cries out in ecstasy He is the loveliest person I ever saw, No one ever had a homely Christian mother. Whatever the world may have thought of her, there were two who thought well—your father, who had admired her for fifty years, and you over whom she bent with so many tender ministrations. When you think of the angels of God, and your mother among them, she outshines them all. Oh, that our young people could understand that so much beautifies the human countenance as the religion of Jesus Christ! It makes everything beautiful. Trouble beautiful. Sickness beautiful. Disappointment beautiful. Everything beautiful. Near my early home there was a place called the "Two Bridges." These bridges leaped th'e two streams. Well, friends, the religion of Jesus said- "There Is no need of my work- Ing; I can not build the Sandwich Islands." Each one attended to his own business; and there are the Sandwich. Islands, and there are the Cordilleras. Ah my friends, the redemption of this world Is a great enterprise. I did not see it start; I will not in this world see its close. I am only an Insect as compared with the great work to be done, but yet I must do my part. Help build this eternal coraUum I will. My parents tolled on this reef long before I was born. I pray God that my children may toil on this reef long after I am dead. Ine'ects all of us, but honored by God to help heave up the reef of light across which shall break the ocean's immortal gladness. Better be insignificant and useful than great! and Idle. The mastodons and mega- theriums of the earth, what did they do but stalk their great carcasses Vlf across my Christ is two bridges. It bridges all the past. It arches and overspans all the future. It makes the dying yil- low the landing place of angels fresh from glory. It turns the sepulcnre into a May-time orchard. It catches the dying into full orchestra. Cor- up allum! ever And yet that does not express "No mention shall be is particularly well su,it to diaing rooms or balls, and he made almost as effective without a framework, using the plain woo4en panels hinged together after the ie co»piet§d. CVCl ll^J*** *•" — -• . of admiration for the superior qualities of our religion: "No mention shall be made of coral." Take my hand, and we will walk through this bower of the sea, while I show you that even exquisite coral is not worthy of being compared with the richer Jewels of a Christian soul. The first thing that strikes me in looking at -the coral is Its long continued accumulation. It is not turned up like Cotepaxi, but is an outbutting and an Ranching of ages. » ^ there are reefs hundreds of feet and one thousand miles long. built these reefs, these islands? zoophytes, the corallines. They were not guch workers who built the pyra. midB as were these masons, these crea- furi of the sea. What small creations amounting to what vast aggre Whp can estlWftt^ the 9«e? the time when, tfee W*r, M»> The laid the tovmSatipns of the the thw the beauty: made of coral." I take your hand again, and walk a ^^^ trea< little further on in this garden of toe Q brl(Jge sea and I notice the durability of the work of the coral. Montgomery Teaks of it. He says: "Frail were their forms, ephemeral their lives, their masonry imperishable." Rhlzo- nods are insec.ts so small that they are invisible, and yet they built the Ap- pentnes and they planted for their own monument the Cordilleras! It takes 187,000,000 of them to make one grain. Corals are changing the navigation of the sea, saying to the commerce of the world, "Take this channel;'' "take this channel;" "avoid the other channel." Animalcules beating back the Atlantic and the Pacific seas! If the insects of the ocean have built . reef a thousand miles ipng.whP knew knows but that they may yet build a fellow reef 3.POQ Wiles long, and thus, J • U one atojw bridge, Europe, tfc*U the land and leave their skele- tonsThrough the strata, while the cor- allines went on heaving up the islands all covered with fruitage and verdure. Better be a coralline than a mastodon So now I am trying to make one little coralline. The polyp picks out of the wave that smites it carbonate of lime, and with that builds up Its own insectile masonry. Bo out of the ( wave of your tears I take the salt; out of the bruise I take tho blue, and out' of your bleeding heart I take the red; and out of them altogether I take Ibto coral, which I pray may not be disowned in the day when God makes up his Jewels. . Little things decide great things. All that tremendous career of the last Napoleon hanging on the hand o£ a brakeman who, on one of our American railways, caught him as he was falling between the cars of a flying train. The battle of Dunbar was decide* against the Scotch because their matches had given out. Aggregations of little things that pull down or build up When an army or .a regiment coine to a bridge they are always commanded to break ranks, for their sfcu- tread will destroy tha' ridge. A bridge at Anglers, France," and a bridge at Broughton, England, went down because the regiment kept step while crossing. Aggregations of temptation, aggregations of sorrow, aggregations of ftssaulta, aggregations of Christian effort, aggregations of self-sacrifices! These malw . the irresistible power to demolish o* to uplift, to destroy or to save. Little causes and great results. Christian- Ity was introduced into Japan by th» falling overboard of a pocket Biblft from a ship in the harbor otTokio, TUe "About the meanest man 7 liar, "was Hip Uttlf by a sawmill and Ur-. fea.biyi ar* ..T y ''As,

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