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The Red Cloud chief., 1904-03-11

81 prepared for flight, but before !
had taken the first step | was stayed
by my friends voice
James he Cricd-and the roaring
of the flames almost drowned his
voice, which was sharp and shrill with
horror-'put me out of my misery.
Save yourself. but shoot me through
the brain first. Quick. quick
1T was the most morciful death,
and, without pausing a second-which
on that awful day might have meant
a human lifc-I drew the revolver.
placed it to his tcmple"-c"My Cod"
from the reader)-"and pulled the
trigger. Even as ! heard the report a
thin tongue of flame curled upward
through the s%plintered flooring, and
without even looking back-without
even a glance at the face of my friend,
! forced open the door and sprang from
the now burning carriage with the
smoking weapon still graspcd in my
right hand. In doing so | trod upon
some s%mouldering timber and
wrenched my ankle severely, SO that
for a long time | was lame.
"A few hours later and | vas con,
veyed to town, together with a com.
pany OF the other survivors. and as
soon as | reached my destination my
strength forsook me and | was pros.
trated for days by a nervous illness,
the result of my late terrible expert.
ence.
When | recovered. il was to find
that there was a hue and cry already
after me-that the partially consumed
corpse Of a first class passenger had
been discovered shot through the head,
and that all the evidence pointed to
the crime having been committed by a
fellow traveller who had made his es.
cape during the terror and confusion
of the catastrophe and who was being
eagerly sought for.
Since then, ! have had to submit to
the ordeal of seeing myself confronted
by the reward of one hundred pounds
offered for my detection; and have
lived In daily and hourly fear OF being
charged with the committal of this
crime-if crime it can be c~alled-of
which ] was %guiltless. In thought. II
not in deed. II is this which Is kill
ing me, and ! do not regret II.
Sometimes | regret nothing; not
even the shot which took my best
friends life and branded me with the
brand of CAIN"
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seecher's Deacon Went to Sleep

Pew sleepers are one of the bug
bears of preachers said the Rev.
Robert Collyer, the veteran New York
minister. Il can speak feelingly
from experience. On one occasion
when Henry Ward Beecher asked me
to go to Plymouth Church Ia talk to
his people. he remarlied-jokingly. let
us hope-that most of them were hard
working folk who needed plenty OF
rest on Sunday. and he felt that a SER
mon from me might be gratefully re-
cciycd.
in the course OF my talk I men
toned this. and said that 1t was. how
ever, a matter upon which my feelings
could not be hurt. and that | owed this
imperyiOusness to Mr.. Beecher him
self. | told them that, one Sunday.
years before, when ] was Attending a
service at old Plymouth and Mr..
Bcecher was laundering forth, | saw
one OF his deacons asleep in a front
pew.
Il went on to say that always after
this, whenever | saw a man slumber-
ing peacefully through my most stir
ring efforts in the pulpit, / would say
TO myself: Well. let him sleep; even
the great Beecher can't keep 'em all
awake Success.
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| slaked my thirst and lavcd my brow
in the cool waters of a st. Patrick's
well
Snakes in a wild state are a mega.
tive quantity in Ireland. Whether
they eve existed there in human
times may be questioned. Some forty
years ago a practical joker conveyed
a number Of snakes from England and
liberated them during the night and
unobscryed. when discovered in the
morning great was the commotion
among the superstitious. and critical
were the essays of the expert litcrati,
and heightened were the rhetorical
efforts OF the garrulous orators. But
alas. for all the learned lore of the
savants of the United Kingdom, the
poor reptiles died. and not a snake
has since appeared to pollute the Holy
Isle. What has given rise to the legend
of ST. Patrick cXpclliug the snakes is
no doubt its metaphorical signitica.
ton that he suppressed the totemic
s%erpcnts, and expelled the snakes OF
pagan doctrine by the power of the
Gospel.
Toads we're also expelled, and the
legend has much the same basis for
support as the expulsion or the
snakes. The legend of the last toad,
which heard narrated years ago in
the west of Ireland, may be deeme
worthy OF notice: The Saint was
standing on the summit of Croaghpat,
rick (the highest mountain in Ire.
land) Watching the flight of satan
across Clcw Bay. when, turning round
TO glance over the Connemara hills.
he saw to his establishment a a hid
ing under "a tuft of heather. AS he
approached the toad opened his mouth
and said. Holy Patrick, spare me. |
am the soul of the great ~Pythagoras,
who taught the transmigration OF
souls in a time of i%rre!igion.' You
taught false" says the saint. II have
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CHAPTER xxv-Continued.

The train started on the Journey
which was to end in it's destruction,
and mile after mile sped away In ST.
ience. Once more the feeling of re.
straint had settled down upon us, and
this time heavier than before.
Then I remember a sudden. awful.
never.tob be forgotten crash. followed by
cries and shricks such as have rung
in my ears ever since.
Il found myself flung violently for.
ward against the opposite side of the
compartment amid the smashing Of
woodwork. and with the prCSCntimcnt
OF some awful doom upon me. | was
half stunned. but recovering myself.
found that | vas not much burt. Then
remembered my companion and
turned my attention To him.
Silas.' | cried. Are you hurt?'
But before he could reply. another
sound was added to the awful babel OF
cries aud groans all around.
Fire! fire. We heard shrickcd I n
voices mad with terror, mingled with
agoniAing cries for help. The atmos.
phere became sitting. a sickcning, in.
supportablc Odor was waited towards
us and clouds of thick. black, ~sutrocat.
Ing smoke began to drift past.
"'Silas'' ! shouted. in mad terror.
to my friend come. exert Yourself.
IL you wish 10 escape instant DEATH
And ! caught him round the body
and tried TO compel him 10 move: but
in vain; he only gave IA scream of
agony.
Save Yourself, he g%roancd. I can.
not stir; and | think my leg is broken.
II was almost dcmented. and tore az
the shattered woodwork which made
his prison, with my fingers; but only
to increase his agony, without freeing
him from his horrible position. And
already the atmosphere was like that
OF a furnace. and hell itself seemed 10
be open. ] could not save him, but |
might save myself. | knew the door
on the other side was unlocked. so that
I might attempt to escape that way.
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around II and was the faVoritc resort
OF King Iaogairc. The intreped pat
rick and his companions. taking their
hNes III their hands. advanced boldly
against these IDOLS and shattered them
III pieces. The message of such mon,
WHO proved the w,rthlossnCss of idols
OF stone, brass and gold for crom
dnbh was oy,rlaid If ii was not Who'll.
~ made OF gold. was received with
SiadncSS. and the fame of the saint
ana his companions and the gospel
ihc% preached spread far and wide. so
tha' great numbers became ohedient
1" ne faith. This act of Patrick was
70; diSsimIlar TO that of HcZekiah.
VINO broke in pieces the braZen ser.
pent that Moses had erected for n
somewhat similar reason. that il be.
came an object of idolatrous worship.
This Crom dubh and its companions
were not originally objects of wor.
ship, for the early Irish religion was
purely monothcistic. But the Irish.
and especially their priesthood or
druidS. were from remote antiquity
Skilled astronomers. Many OF their
religious customs had an astronomical
bearing. with special reference To the
sun. The mistlctCo, for instance, was
associated with the winter Solstice.
the 2lSt December. as was the Sham.
rock with the NCrnal equinox or the
Odd of March. So Crom dubh and his
companions were originally nothing
more harmful than the sun and the
twelve signs Of the zodiac. Crom him
self ~Symholized the sun. and hence he
was ovcrlaid with gold The better to
illustrate that luminary. The twelve
smaller bodies representing the
twelve signs of the zodiac were on.
caScd in al inferior metal indicative
OF the inferior positions they held. II
is from Crom that the word cromlech
is derived.
st. Patrick was happy in his paren.
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tage. He was, as he himself tells us,
the son OF Calpurnius, a deacon in the
Christian church, and the grandson OF
Politus, a priest or presbyter of the
same church, and his mother was Con-
chessa, a sister of st. Martin of Tours.
Thus he was not only the son of
Christian parents, but came of a fam
lily OF ecclesiasticS ON father and moth.
er's sides. Like many another youth
OF Christian parents he did not know
the Lord" in its spiritual signifcation.
But when a slave in the mountains of
ireland his early teaching came home
TO his soul. Slave though he vas he
had learned to love the people among
whom he lived. And subsequently,
when a free man, he obeyed the
promptings of his heart and the vision
ity TO become a missionary. when he
went everywhere throughout the is,
land preaching Christ with wonderful
power to the pagan Irish. and bring
ing multitudcs into the Christian fold.
When at home at the xii or church
his usual mode of procedure was to
DE accompanied with a group of holy
men clothed in white with books in
their hands, chanting the morning
service in the open air as well as in
the church" He died in prayer on
March 18th at DownpatriCk, where he
first preached. II was his happy lot
10 see the fruits of his labors in null
titudes who ~professed the faith, in
the erection of numerous churches. in
thousands of ordained clergy, and in
the establishment of colleges, which
subsequently became the most re.
nowned seats OF learning in the world.
and to which students flocked from all
parts of Europe. II has been granted
to few of Gods saints to witness such
wonderful results ere the thread of
life is severed. Well might he say
in the words OF the aged Simeon as
he held the infant Savior in his arms,
Lord now lettest Thou Thy servant
depart in peace"
The legends that gather around St.
Patrick are many and absurd. How
ever IL may be well to mention a few.
HOLY wells are so numerous that 1t
would have been impossible for the
saint To have visited them all. They
are characterized by crystal clearness.
the llmpid waters bubbling from the
depths beneath, and many a time have
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an explanation of that" replied the
great philosopher. "Abaris, chief Of
the Druids. and by the same token an
lrishman like yourself of great learn
ing and valiant deeds. taught me the
doctrine. That's true says the saint,
and "A great and learned man he was,
and so were you, and | will deliver
you, but you will have TO 20 to my
purgatory and be there prepared for
a higher life" With that the saint
touched the toad with his pastoral
der took place and PythaSoras was
liberated and flew away with joy to
Tough Derg. in Donigal. where he en-
tered Patrick's purgatory.
The legend of the purgatory, too, is
interesting. The saint was in hot pur.
suit of Satan. He was standing on
top of Nephin Mountain, from which
rock in the bed of the river Moy that
still retains his footprint. Then with
a bound he lands on CROUCH Patrick.
when Satan fees the land. The devils
mother still remains and the saint now
turns his attention to her. She fees
away tn the north. the saint in pur-
suit, He overtakes her in a desolate
bog in Donegal, and to escape him she
rushcs into a lake, where all the
leeches in the BLACK north" had con.
gregated. They instantly seize her,
insert their fangs In her body, and
she bleeds to death. The waters be-
come colored red with her blood, and
have remained so ever since, hence
the name Tough Derg. A mighty con.
course of people had assembled and
the saint preached to them about the
torrents of the lost. The Druids an.
swered they couldn't accept such q
doctrine without Oracular demOnstra.
ton. Then the saint prayed for a few
moments. when suddenly there was a
loud report, a mighty explosion took
place, the earth opened with a yawn-
ing cavity. an island was upheaved in
the Tough, and in it's center was
formed a cave, which became the
entrance to the purgatory. No legend
so well authenticated by the most re-
spectacle authority has ever existed
than that of st. Patrick's purgatory.
1t forms the foundation of Dante's
Inferno, and in the middle ages It
threw the legend Of the Wandering
Jew completely in the shade.
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ST. PA AND HIS WORK
ByR Ev r. p DUFFY d.
Secretary of Am@nanc huhB bible .u.

Inc birthplace of st. Patrick is a
matter OF dispute. but then there is
scarcely any historical fact that is not
disputed. 1t would be passing strange.
therefore, If any of the incidents OF
so renowned a historical character as
st. Patrick, not placed beyond doubt
by demonstrablo fact, were TO pass I'm.
disputed. There are few now. how.
ever, who will claim with the late DR..
I.annigan that he was born at Bou.
logne-Sur.M er in France. Most his.
torians allow that Dumbarton- on.the.
Clyde in Scotland is the place of his
nativity. Though why his own state.
ment that he was an freshman should
he ignored, | for one. am at a loss TO
understand. One thing is certain he
was not only a Kelt but he belonged
TO the Gaelic branch OF the Kettle
race. Whether. therefore. Il could be
proved he was born in Scotland or
France he was still r~acially a Gael
that Is an lrishman-and spoke Gaelic
or the Irish tongue. Perhaps to this
may be attributed much of his success
in the conversion OF Ireland: and that
success was phenomenal.
st. Patricks zeal in preaching the
gospel was very similar to ST. paul's.
His energy was untiring. His aim was
the conversion of the whole island.
To accomplish this he worked by
night as well as by day. as conditions
nccessitated. His courage was abso.
lutely fearless. tie did not hccdlessly
run into danger. He was guided by IA
sound Judgment in all his missionary
effort. But when the conversion Of a
person Or tribe necessarily endangered
his lite he did not shrink from death
for a moment. buj wen forward bold.
ly and preached the gospel. and as
generally happens in bold enterprises
he was signaily successful.
st. Patrick's system of church policy
was neither diocesan, parochial. con.
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the face of the revelation which had
burst upon him. My God! TO think
that | should know the truth at last,
but how marvellous, How utterly be
You'd the realization OF my widest
Dreams
Not for an instant did II occur Ia
him To think the narrative false. II
was too astounding aud, what was
more, 1t agreed 50 exactly with all the
strange, aud hitherto mysterious. cir
CumstanCCs which had attended the
tragedy, And the man he had wrong.
cd-the man he had hunted down and
would have betrayed to death. bcliev.
ing him To be the vilcst OF his species
whose whole nature he had read
falsely by the light Of his unjust sus.
picious, His eyes were closed-he
seemed to be hardly breathing. Had
he faintcd-or-was this death?
Was no to he left alone. and in the
dark, with a dead or dying man?
lie rushed To the door and dashed
out of The house In search of a doc.
tor.
James Fcrrcrs was not dead: but
the nearest medical man. on being
summoned 10 the house. shook his
head over the case.
Heart" he said, briefly. Get him
To bed. | do not think he will ever
need to get mp again"
by this time the whole household
vas reused, and the sick mans daugh-
ter was hanging in speechless grief,
over her fathers unconscious form.
At one time il was feared that he
would pass away unconscious. but the
untiring application .of restoratives
vas at last productive of some effect,
and two or three hours later the dy-
ing man opened his eyes.
He saw his daughter kneeling be-
side his pillow: and, not far away. his
old friends son. who. by some means,
had asserted and maintained a right
TO remain in the sick room.
The doctor, seeing that the patient
had rcgained consciousness for a while
before the end. stood aside. 80 as not
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to interfere with those last solemn
moments.
The dying mans gaze rested upon
the young man-wlo. in obedience TO
a gesture, approached and bent over
him-with a strange intensity, and his
lips moved.
DO you forgive?' he murmured
close to the others ear, so that the
words might be heard by none but
him for whom they were intended.
II have nothing To forgive was the
broken answer. You acted for the
best, and | bless you for it,"
A look of peace fell upon the corpse.
like ~countenance upon the pillow. and
he turned his eyes again upon his
daughter.
Don't grieve much for me, my
child said he; land when | am
gone"
lie gave a deep sigh. his eyes closed,
ard his head fell a little to one side.
The doctor pressed forward.
This is the end" he said, "and a
very peaceful one.
But it was not quite the end.
Once more the dying eyes opened,
and fixed themselves upon the pale,
remorseful face OF the young man who
had once hoped to see him expiate his
deed upon the scaffold.
Then he turned them rom him to
the bowed head OF the girl who knelt,
with her face hidden, upon the other
side of the bed, and back again. His
lips moved for the last time, but no
words issued from them.
He tried again, and this time
though there was no sound-it seemed
upon them, and his ear strained to
catch the lightest whisper, that the
motion Of the lips might be translated
into the words. Keep my secret"
II will will" he answered, and
even as he uttered these words the
end came.
The next day Ted Burritt returned
home Unexpectedly.
The first thing he did a to write
a brief summary OF events to DR.. Jere-
miah Cartwright, who, In spite OF the
very short time which had elapsed
since his last visit, again made his ap.
pearance at Magnolia Lodge-osten.
sibly to hear further details, but more
particularly to carry out a deep laid
scheme OF his own.
'And what do you mean to do-eh?
| mean. about the young lady? oh,
you needn't look as though you don't
understand what am talking about.
I've not forgotten what you told me
about her. What a beautiful blush!'
And the little gentleman chuckled
then, all at once, became preternatur,
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Gregational, nor monastic such as pre-
vailed in medieval times. Ii was
rather collegiate aud missionary; or
we might say it partook of the con.
g%regational. p%arochial. monaStic and
d~iocesan-a combination of what Is
good in all. Had he had a knowledge
of physiological analysis, such as we
now possess, one would be inclined to
say he took his system from the hui
man body. The simplest form OF his
work in any locality was the Gull,
cell, or xii. as it is in the human or.
ganiSm. This was the nucleus. To
the cell was drawn numbers OF young
and old. Here in due time aSSimila-
ton took place. Then the xii tchurch)
or cell became divided and subdividcd,
as in the living organism. by sending
ont those prepared at the colleges to
localities chosen as promising fields.
each body of missionaries so sent out
formed a new cell. a xii with its col
lescs and other appurtenances was es-
t%ablished, each separate and distinct
in itself yet in Connection with the
mother xii and with each other. These
individual kills sent out their shoots
in missionaries. Congenial habitants
we're selected, nuclei were formed, kills
were established. As needs required
a chief pastor, or bishop, vas Sc
lected, consecrated and sent to preach
the gospel, convert the heather, and
extend the church by leading the way
i'm which his clergy followed.
The bishop was more like the col
onel of a cavalry regiment advancing
10 the charge against the enemy, who
precedes his soldiers, is first in the
fight and leads in every post Ct dan
ger. Under the leadership of such a
bishop his clergy would follow 10 the
death. With such bishops and clergy
the "A lepscop" archbishop Patrick
himself leading the van, the idols
went down before them like corn be-
fore the sickle. Let one instance sui
flee. The Irish like other ancient ma
lions and in common with all Druids
maid religious homage to pillar stones.
Heating in writing OF one OF these,
tho ! rom cruach, or crom dubh (the
b,aA .stooping stone) says 1t was the
same god that Zoroaster worshipped
and the first form OF idolatry intro
duced among the Milesians Cscots)' It
was erected in the plain of weeping
with twelve lesser idols OF brass
The Red Cloud chief., 1904-03-11
The Vogue Of Pantaiets.

Pantalets came into vogue about
1920. They were loose, tapping friils
tied on under the knee and hanging
over tho foot. The strings generally
broke or slipped down, and one learns
OF a young mothers trials with those
horrid things In a letter quoted by
Mrs. Earle, which says: MY finest
dimity pair, with real Swiss lace, is
quite useless to me, for / lost on one
leg. | saw that mean Mrs. Spring
wearing 1t last week for a tucker. My
help says she won't stay II she has
to wash more than seyen pairs IA week
for Myrtil'""
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CHAPTER XVI,
DR.. Jeremiah's Little Bill.

This was all. The reader drew a
long, %shuddering breath. my God!"
he whispered, voice and everything
yasming to foil him for the moment, in