Pittsburg dispatch. [volume] (Pittsburg [Pa.]) 1880-1923, 1889-04-22

hand ofa Brahmin. and bade him look through
it at drop of water. When the Hindu saw
under his eye crystal world full Of monsters
he put the glass aside and perished of thirst
rather than swallow another animated drop OF
fluid. Fancy acts to Us like that inconsiderate
missionary, shows us the future, and shows II
to us peopled with horrors, and the result Is
sometimes the paralysis of effort, the extlnc-
tion Of ambition. There are moments in the
day, as in the night. when we look through the
lens into the future, and see forms that smlte
US with numbness. Such moment was tnaS
Philip underwent in his own room. He saw
Mrs. ellsworth develop into prodigious null
sance; needy kinsfolK of his wife swimming as
sponges in the crystal element of the future,
with infinite capacity for suction; Janet's CO.
quetry break through her widows weeds. he
saw more than that. He had entered on new
career, taken the management of thriving
business, to which he had passed through no
apprenticeship, and which, therefore, with the
best intentions, he might mismanage and orlng
to failure. What If ne should have family,
and ruin come upon him then?
Philip wiped his brow, on which some cold
moisture had formed in drops. Was he weakY
What man is not weak when he is about to
venture on an untried path, and knows not
whittier it may lead? Only such as have no
| from moments of depression and alarm such as
came on Philip now.
1t is not the sense of weakness and dread Oh
| the future stealing over the heart that makes
man weak; it is the yielding to it, and be-
| cause of the possible consequences, abandon
| ing initiative.
| With Philip the dread passed quickly. He
had youth, and youth is hopeful; and he had a
vast recuperative force of self-contdence,
which speedily rallied after the blow dealt MS
assurance. When he had recovered his balance
of mind and cdmposure of manner he de-
scended the stairs to call on Mrs. ellsworth.
He found Janet in the room with her.
Salome had retired to her own chamber to
solitude, of which she felt the need.
Philip spoke cheerfully to the old lady, and
accepted Janet's sallies with good humor.
"You will promise to be kind to Salome, "
said Mrs. Cusworth. 'Indeed she deserves
kindness; she is so good child"
"Ofthat have no doubt"
"And you will really love hes?'
II ought to be hearty lover" said Philip,
with slight smile, ''for am hearty hater,
| and proverbially the one qualities for the
other. Love and hatred are the two poles of
the magnet; weakly energised needle that
hardly repels at one end will not vigorously
attract at the other.'
But surely you hate no one."
"Do not? 1 have been driven to the verge
of it to-day, by my aunt; but 1 pardon her be,
| bause of the consequences that sprang out of
| her behavior. She exasperated me to such a
| degree that found courage to speak, and but
for the stimulus applied to me, might have
failed to make bid for what L have now Sc
| cured"
II am sorry to think that you hate anyone, u
said the old lady. 1--WE cannot command our
likes and disllkes, but we can hold hatred in
check, which is an unchristian sentiment"
"Then in hatred am a heathen 1 shall be-
come good Christian in time under Salome's
tuition. shall place myself reservedly at her
feet as catechumen."
Sometimes" said Janet, laughing, 'love
turns to hate, and hate to love. A bishops Gro
zier is something like your magnetic needle
At one end is a pastoral crook, and at the Other
a spike. and in careless hand the crook that
should reclaim the errant lamb may be turned
and the spike transfx it."
Il can no more conceive of love for Salome
altering its quality than can imagine my de
testation-no, will call it hate-for a certain
person becoming converted to love-"
"But whom do you hate-not your aunt?
mo; the man who ruined my father, made
his life a burden to him, turned his heart tc
wormwood, lost him his brothers love and his
sisters regard-though that latter was no great
Ioss-deprived him of his social position, threw
him out of the element in which alone he could
breathe, and bade fair to mar my life ALSO"
II never heard of your troubles" said Mrs
ellsworth; 'Mr. Pennycomequick did not speaE
to us of your father. He was very reserved
about family matters"
HE never forgave my father so long as the