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tlldi IL Cblt3lGSS duJOul HS @ItilOut
adopting some measure OF relief for
Cuba, he will order an immediate reas-
semblng TO finish the work. Congress
seems to be up against the real thing
for once
1t appears to the Graphic that jeff
is neglectins a fine opportunity for one
of his revolling proclamatiora. The
Second Baptist church of Little Rock
ought to be declared out of business.
Reforming the Mind.
Mental reform is more essential thar
the government of the body. a mar
may use tobacco and be q man, but let
person speak i'll of his neighbor and
all the manhood goes cut of him.-Re,-
+. 4. Mason. SpiritUalist. New York.
Yielding the VIII 10 Christ.
When tAc viii is lovingly. gladly
freely. welded, then the whole life be
loses to Ghrist. and TIE jar ana con
fusion Of conflict cease from the SOU
and urGer and peace rei&n-ReE'
George T.. Ittes. Baptist. Philadelphia
Communicative with Cod.
The HaAle@, IaesStl,re for wireless
tele2ra1hy IS the assurance tlMt
through 5.restms and visions alid va%i
Gus teiel ath,es an omnipresent God
communicates With every soul thai
faith has uade receptive.- -lsev. George
Snivley, Christian, 81. Louis.
The Forces Gf Evil.
The example OF iSr"cls first king
conscience lashed and torsakeu hy Gee
and man. dying by night To seek q
witch's help. is a picture true 10 life
of the devastation wrought bv forces
Of evil when marshalcd in the soul oi
man. Rev. Bruce Brown. Denver.
Truth of God Invisible.
The truth OF God is invisible. like
everything spiritual. 1t is the hiIAer
meaning of the story, parable miracle
or legend that constitutes the word OF
God. All the parallels of Jesus are
fiction. vet no PORTION of the Bible Il
mere inspired tlian these.-l:ev. Fred
erick w. Miller. UniverSaliSt. Chicago.
Power In the Pulpit.
The pulpit must lie manned hy men
of good moral qualities. 1t is the re-
ligion chat Il man lives that gives ring
and power to the reHGion that he
breaches. The chief reason why the
pulpit has 10 More power is because
t1 ~. l.,b "a -
J. Layton Mause. Presbyterian, 81
Louis
Lies the Hnue of Society.
Lies. deceptions, false preteEscs OF
every sort are the bane Of society. aac
even When perpctratcd With &ood in
tentions and in the supposed Interests
OF religion or in the interests of OIL
children or of other people whom We
love they are none the less evil and
dangerous Rev. David Utter, tnita-
fian, Denver
Daniserous DeIuaiens In Claurciaex.
We enjoy nattery. Let s2H42 o4e
smile At the speed of our ship ana it
pleases Us, hut let them shake th2iy
heads in question, and we are yeXe0
exceedingly. These dangerous delI-
sioas creep into some churches. and ii
pleases The people because ii is SO easy
to live Il Christian there.-Eev. j. Z.
Woodward, Methodist, St Louis.
Money to Make Men.
Men We're never made to make mon
ey: money is to make men. And it does
make men whenever they see the mech
anisln of business to be thing divine
ly ordered for the distribution of com,
fort and beauty and intelligence and
righteousness in the world. Property
IL glorifed when it becomes the serv.
ant Of humanity and the minister Of
Jesus Christ.-Rev. DR.. F. l. Good.
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Truth of God Invisible.

The truth OF God is invisible. like
meaning OF the story. parable miracle
or legend that constitutes the word Of
God. All the parallels of Jesus are
fiction. vet no PORTION of the Bible IL
mere inspired than these -Nev. Fred.
erick w. Miller. Universalist. Chicago.
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Lies the Bnue of Society.

Lies. deceptions, false pretenscs OF
every sort are the bane Ct society :tac
even when perpcuatcd With good in
OF religion or in the interests of OH
children or of other people whom we
love they are none the less evil and
dangerous Rev. David Utter, tnita
rtan, Denver.
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CHAPTER XXX

1t was fortunte for all concerned
that the rescue of the members of
the launch party did not hang who'll
ly upon the upcoming of the "Sprite."
The distance to be covered was not
great, but with a bowling gale fairly
abeam the catboat steered like a
sand-hat, and Griswold had his hands
full to lay the course and hold to it.
Recalling it afterward, he liked to
think that it would have been i'm
possible but for Charlotte's help.
For a terror-stricken moment she
crouched beside him, as helplessly
frightened as any woman could be.
But at the critical instant she sat up
very straight and relieved him of the
tiller.
You manage the sail; can steer!"
she cried; and she did it like a sailor
bracing herself and easing the labor
ing catboat through the seas as Skill
ally as any skipper of them all.
Yet it was lucky that not all the
lives spilled overheard by tho capsiz-
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MAXINE ELLIOT AND NAT
GOODWIN IN A NEW PLAY
"THE ALTAR OF FRIENDSHIP" IS A CLEAN AND
CLEVER PRODUCTION THAT is WELL LIKED.

Chicago.-There is no handsomer
woman on the stage than Maxine
Elliot. There is no better player of
comedy than Nat Goodwin. And yet
this seems hardly fair to Maxine Ell
lot, who, as time goes on, loses none
of her beauty, but does become more
and more distinguished for some
thing else than beauty. Last evening
as we watched her in the play, we
almost forgot her beauty, so charmed
were we with her artistic rendering
of her part.
''The Altar of Friendship" is a So
ciety affair, the time the present, the
country England. Mr.. Goodwin and
lis charming wife Maxine Elliot have
spent SO much time on the other side
that their ha'pennies and other En-
glishisms come quite natural-like.
The cast is a very good one, as a
whole remarkably good. The dra
mats personae consists of ten men,
five women and a dog, the latter well
drilled in his part. There is the hero,
Richard Arbuthnot (Nat Goodwin, of
course), London literary worker;
his friend and sharer of his chambers,
Arnold Winnifrith, engaged to Rich
ards sister; Lord Algernon Flexmore,
sweet, smooth-faced, red-cheeked
chappie; Col. Sartoris, an American,
father of a beautiful daughter; Jo-
seph Primer, an ex-convict, and mem
Der of the class that drop their his;
Mr.. Spender, by profession society
man, by occupation a professional
gambler; Edward Beech Horton, an
aesthetic put in to fill in; the Bishop
of Wereford, uncle to Arnold; Glib
son and Mariner, servants; Sally Sar-
toris, the heroine maxine Elliot. of
course); Florence Arbuthnot, Rich
ards sister before mentioned; Lady
Chalmers, fashionable elderly dame
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woman. ArbUthnot stands there and
takes all the outraged fathers wrath
upon himself, takes it for the sake of
the sister but just bound in marriage
to the fellow before him. He listens
i'll silence to the crimes laid upon
him, who really had been Mary's ben
efactor whilst her father was serv-
ing his term in prison, and let's Ar
mold go free; but he gives him no.
tice that if ever the time comes when
it seems necessary that the truth be
known he will demand that Arnold
tell the truth.
The bride and groom go off on their
honeymoon, the bride an innocent,
trusting young thing. While they
are gone the scandal about Arbuth-
not and Mary grows, it is whispered
far and wide, and, of course comes to
Sally's ears. Sally had begun to be
very fond of her protein fiance, and
is slow to believe the story. She asks
Richard at last, and, although he
does not like her lack of faith in him,
he decides the time has come to have
his name cleared. In the meantime
Mary comes to Lady Chalmers coun-
try house, where all are staying, and
after an interview with Richard, in
which he begs her to tell the truth
and she refuses, she is discovered by
Sally. Sally questions her; the girl,
confused and unhappy, half tells her
story, and tells it i'll such way that
poor Dick is still further incrimi-
mated.
Sally is forced TO believe the worst.
and rails at mems sins in general and
poor Dicks in particular, to Dicks
face. She returns the play-engage-
ment ring, and the curtain goes down
on Arbuthnot sitting alone in the
room, the ring in his hand, a lonely,
pathetic figure.
The last act clears things ND for
most OF the people. but shows poor
Flo the stuff of which her lord and
master is made. She, however, has
taken him for better or worse. end
promises not to forsake him Sally
comes to Dick and makes a handsome
apology. and allows him to put fla
ring back on her finger and encour.
ages him to go on talking about coal
scu7tlcs aHd carpets.
THE AsTRoLoGER.
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Dick. Col. Sartoris at once jumps to
the conclusion that he is none other
than the Dick before him, and with
ardor receives him in the role of Sal
ly's tiance.
Imagine the situation. The young
people are given no chance to ex-
plain, the father is all smiles and
and wants to tell ev-
erybody at once. They bind him to
secrecy, and agree together to pre-
tend an engagement until someone
can be found to take Dicks place.
The pretending grows very inter-
esting, the play at lovemaking is
pretty and clever. and all the time we
know each is in love with the other.
They talk of the carpets they will
buy, the coal scuttles, the kind OF
windows they will have, and all the
time they pretend to be looking out
the night of Flo's wedding, very soon
after the ceremony. the play at love-
making and domestic preparations is
interrupted in a tragic manner, and
thereafter the atmosphere is murky
for a considerable time. Joseph Pin
ner thrusts his way into the house
and demands an interview with the
bridegroom. Arnold and Arbuthnot,
who up to this time had suspected
nothing of the formers relations
with Mar! Primer, receive him in
room apart from the guests.
Joseph, who has intercepted let
ter containing a check from Arnold,
but which is made out in Arbuthnot's
name, comes to face the man he be-
lieves has wronged his unprotected
girl and to warn him that if he at
tempts to marry another women he
will do him violence. He does not in
sist on the man marrying his Mary,
but swears he shall marry no other
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Iistnok tIle Sic.n

One day, when Mark Twain was be.
ginning his career as a humorous lee
turer, he arranged with charming
woman acquaintance THAT she should
sit in box and start the applause
when he stroked his mustache. The
lecturer started off so well that he
did not need any such help, however,
for he caught the audience from the
first. BY and by, when not saying
anything of particular notice, he hap
pened to pull his lnustache, and his
into furious applause. Mark was all
but broken up by the misadventure,
and ever afterward carefully avoided
employing such help to success.-De-
troit Free Press.
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with distaste for responsibility;
Mary Primer, daughter of Joseph Pin
ner and secretary to Richard; Mrs.
Reech Horton, also put in to fill in;
Louis PHILIPPE, the dog, as ugly look
ing beast as ever was pampered
and worshiped.
In the first scene we see the secre-
tary at her typewriter, meek, sad
faced little thing. We learn that she
and Arnold have had some sweet
hearting in the past, but that, to-
morrow being his wedding day, all
that must end. Arnold extracts a
solemn promise from Mary that she
will never disclose anything concern
ing their past intimacy. Richard,
Florence and Sally, too take part in
the first scene, and talk of the COM
ing wedding as folk do when such an
event is imminent. Richard is pre-
pairing for the bachelor supper, and
i'll the intervals of preparation lis
tens to condolences from Sally, a
cousin and lifelong friend of his.
1t seems that Miss Sally has reached
the advanced age of 2S, and that her
father is getting very anxious to have
her married off, has sworn if she
passes another season without be-
coming engaged he will cut her off
with paltry sum. In desperation
she has written him that she is en-
gagged, and now he is fastening to Join
her and meet her betrothed What is
.he to do? She turns to Richard for
advice.
de promises to help her obtain a
victim before the fatal day in June
that has Leen set by the impatient
father as the limit, and they chatter
awhile as to what name to call the
imaginary betrothed when her father
shall appear on the scene and ask for
his prospective son-in-Iaw. He looks
through n memorandum book at a
list of acquaintance, and they de-
eide that none of them exactly suits.
After considerable funning he sug-
gests THAT Mrs. Richard Turpin
sounds pretty well, and they agree
on that. At this moment enters the
father, eager for word concerning
the to-be bridegroom. Not having
time for second thought, Arbuthnot
tells him the name of the man il
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in for the Wahaskan shore. For a
few lengths the 'Sprite" shot ahead,
and then a dead calm, the lull before
the approaching storm, came and sat
upon the face of the waters. and the
boat merely rose and fell with flap
ping sail. 1t was too late to retreat.
Griswold measured the possibilities
in a swift backward glance at the
darkened sky, put the tiller into
Charlotte's hands and went to double
reef the mainsail. He would have
scorned to do it had he been alone,
but he was tender of Charlotte-ten-
der of her fears.
he took his place at the helm again,
and they waited in silence while the
black cloud climbed the slly-arch and
blotted out the sun. Still the breeze
did not come, and Griswold watched
with growing anxiety, always with
Charlotte's fears in mind.
While they waited, the Grierson
launch came around the southern end
of the island, gliding shoreward with
curling feather of spray under it's
cutwater and broad wake of foam
in it's track. In midfight, however,
the engines were stopped, and when
they were set in motion again, the
launch was made to sweep a short
half circle to meet the coming storm,
bows on. Griswold saw and shook
his head.
Whoever is responsible for that
is fool" he said, bluntly. And
then, with sudden emphasis: Hold
hard, and don't be afraid; here it
comes!'
Almost as he spoke, the surface OF
the lake blackened and went fiat IN
der the broom-sweep of the squall,
and moment later the 'Sprite" was
buried in a smother of fierce-fying
foam. The gallant little boat shook
herself free in a twi1lkiing, and was
up and at it, thrashing through and
over the seas which seemed to spring
up out of the foam reek as if b.
magic. Griswold took the end of the
sheet-line in his teeth, and SO had an
arm for the tiller and one for Char
lotte; and in the thick of it the cat
boat shot away for the bay and safe
ty. AS beftted him, Griswold had
eyes for nothing save the seas and
the straining sail, and it was little
shrek from his companion that made
him glance aside.
THE launch!" she cried. cts go
ing to capsize!"
Whoever was responsible for the
steering of the launch had done q
thing to be repented of, and not now,
by any means, to be repaired. He
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THE OLD sPINET.

In the dusk of the dim old attic, under the
low, brown caves,
Where the panes of the dormer-window
peer through the ivy-leaves
Where the timorous light of day on the
knobs OF the high-boy CLEANS,
With the distaff and wheel beside it, silent
the spinet dreams.
For the chords in it's heart are dumb, await
ing the fingers white
That We're pressed on its shining keys in
the hush of moonlit night,
Or that gathered the sweets of all to chime
with voice that sung
An the stately colonial days when the spinet
was glad and young.
Then it stood on the oaken floor, waxed
smooth as robins breast,
IN the light of a hundred candles, each in
its silver rest,
Erom the branches of shining sconces far
ing the radiance shone
On the tapestry wrought with scenes of
times that We're not their own.
AND the breeze as it softly shook the folds
of the hangings rare
GaVe glimpse Of an armored knight, the
face of lady fair,
or falcon perched on the wrist, or crest
with rose thrust through
Ihey were fleeing shadows of life that
moved as the keen winds blew.
How the voice of the violin rose, pathetic
and glad and sweet,
10 the music of moneymusk, and,the tap
ping of merry feet!
I'm the joy of her youth the girl, with rustic
of rich brocade,
With the light on her powdered hair her
way through the dances made.
And the lace on her bosom swayed.a and her
cheeks as a rose grew red
AT the touch of a hand on hers, at words
that were softly said.
- demure little beauty-patch o smiles
that We're treasured so!
Have you slipped since the spinet knew you
into the Long Ago?
Where are now the low laughter and talk,
the blush and the downcast glance
When the spindle-legged chairs were
brought for rest from the happy
dance?
Is it night-wind that rattles the leaves
where twinking the stars look through,
Or sword that has touched a spur or the
jeweled clasp of a shoe?
1t is only a light-foot mouse at play in the
attic old;
On the stead of the ancient grace are lone
illness, dread and cold.
with the thoughts of its heart untold, asleep
In the moons pale beams,
With remembered delights around it, silent
the spinet dreams.
Curtis May, in Youths Companion.
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ITO Be Continued
Moors Indifferent to Life.

Of all oriental races there are none
more callous and Indifferent to hui
man life than the Moors. A traveller
who has recently returned from Mo-
rocco related the following anecdote
in proof of this fact. The grandpa
Their of the present sultan was one
day boating on the lake in the gar
dens of the palace, the boat, by the
way, being a small steam launch
given him by Queen Victoria. BY
some accident the vessel capsized, and
the sultan and two of his wives, by
whom he was accompanied, were
thrown into the water. A soldier on
guard in a part of the palace cut of
view heard the cries, and, running up,
sprang into the water and rescued
himself scrambling out unaided.
Later in the day the soldier was sent
for and presented himself joyfully be-
fore his monarch, convinced that his
reward would be great. You are the
soldier who rescued the delight of
my eyes?" quoth the sultan. The sol
der bowed. did you dare to look
at here" 81 did, your highness,'' re-
piled the soldier, taken off his guard.
The sultan turned to an officer, muir
INJURED a few words, and moment
later the soldier was on his way to
the headsman. That was his reward!
Family Herald.
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had put the little vessels head to the
storm instead of running before it.,
which was the better chance, and
now, when the waves were breaking
over the low bows, it was too late
to take the alternative Any attempt
to turn tail and run before it must
inevitably put the narrow-beamed
launch into the trough of the seas,
and yet this was what the foolish
steersman was evidently trying to do.
Griswold luffed little from the
mere life savers instinct, but he re-
membered his own responsibility and
let the catboat fall off again.
Don't look he said, shortly.
There will be another tragedy over
there in minute or two"
"Oh, go to them, Mr.. Griswold!
Please don't mind mel" she pleaded.
Give me the sheet to manage; /
know how, and I'm not afraid now"
He looked into her eyes and saw
the heroine there; the heroine that
he had known was in her from that
first seeing of her in the far-away
southern city. 1t made his love for
her fill his heart to bursting, and at
the moment he could have met death
at her side with a smile.
With that look to steady him, he
put the tiller down, crouching with
her to keep the launch in sight. But
as the catboat came around to
thrash sidewise through the reek
and spume on her errand of rescue,
the launch lurched to its damned
helm. swung into the trough, rolled
heavily once or twice and disap-
peared.
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A * Of
Con science
BY FRANCIS LYNDE.
(Copyright 1900, by Francis Lynde.l
CHAPTER NXIX.

AS 1T happened, the launch party
an which Mr.. Andrew Galbraith was
to be guest had to be postponed,
after all, on account of the weather.
Though there was no storm during
the afternoon, there was a good
promise of one; so Margery went
about to ask the invited ones to save
the afternoon of the following day
for her
While she was doing this, the good
results of her mornings work among
Che wives of the strikers eliminated,
hrst IN meeting of the men in Labor
Hall, and a little later in visit of
a deputation of the strikers to the
Office of the iron works. Griswold
and Raymer were both there, and
when the trouble came to be dis
cussed without heat, and with a mu-
tual disposition to give and take, it
was wonderful how the difficulties
were surmounted each in it's turn.
The upshot of the conference was
"a compromise duly acceded to by all
concerned; and the following morn
ing the hideous steam siren of the
IRON works announced to all and sun
dry within a radius of half a dozen
miles that the long strike was ended.
1t was characteristic of the two
partners that the relaxing of the
strain affected them in diametrically
opposite ways. Rayner flung himself
into the work of the Office with all
the joyous abandon of schoolboy
whose vacation has been over-long.
But Griswold took holiday, rioting
in his release from the strain, and
meaning to spend the better part of
the day alone on the lake in his cat
boat.
Oddly enough, he was diverted from
this plan not once, but dozen times
during the forenoon. First he had to
go with Raymer to be present at the
opening of the firms account at the
Farmers and Mechanics bank. Then
he CHANGED to meet Griffin, and when
he would have made mere greeting
of that, was drawn aside to smoke a
social cigar with the detective in the
lobby of the st. James.
chat about everything in general
and nothing in particular went with
the cigar burning, and it was at the
very end of it that Griswold noticed
most astonishing change come
upon his companion! a change SO
marked that he thought Griffin was
taken suddenly ill-thought it and
said so.
Griffin shook his head in denial.
81 guess it must have been sugges.
ton he said, evasively. you have
a very vivid way of describing things
MIR. Griswold, and your telling me
about that attack Of typhoid gave me
the sympathetic qualms."
This was what he said, but it was
no more than half of the truth. 1t
was not the fact of the fever, but
some mention of the time of it that
had moved him; and when Griswold
was gone, he sauntered over to the
clerks desk to ask question.
you told me once, awhile ago
that Mr.. Griswold was srck here in
the house, he began. "Was that last
spring, or was it late in the winter?'
II don't remember, but I'll look
and see,'' said the clerk. And he
looked and saw, and this time gave
mis- questioner the correct date Oh
Griswold5 arrival in Wahaska.
Griffin moved away with his hands
deep in his pockets and his lips drawn
into thin, straight line. This was
the last broken link in the chain OF