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CHAPTER XXV. READY YOB TBB WORST. June roses were opening in the flowergarden at Davenant, and Gilbert Sinclair bad been leading a life of the purest domesticity for the last three weeks. It hung rather heavily upon him, that domestic life, for, though he , loved his wife after his own fashion, I he was not fond of home joys or exclusively feminine society. But what -sviUnot a jealous man endure when once his suspicions are aroused? Patient as the spider watching his prey, he waits for the unguarded moment which shall betray the horrid secret he fears yet longs to discover. Except to see Goblin win the Derby —a feat which that estimable animal performed with honor to himself and satisfaction to every one save the bookhad not been away from Davenant since the Two Thousand. He had been told to look for treachery at home, and he was there ready to seize the valtor. No mouchard in the secret service of the Parisian police was ever a closer spy than the husband who doubts yet dotes, suspects yet fondly loves. That he had seen nothing in all this time to confirm his doubts was not enough to convince Mr. Sinclair that those doubts were baseless. rHe was willing to imagine profoundest hypocrisy in the wife of his bosom, a brazen front under the semblance of a pure and innocent brow. Even the devotion to her child might be a cover for a guiltier love. Her happiness, her tranquility, gave him new ground for suspicion. Was there not some secret well-spring of contentment, some hidden source of delight, masked behind this fair show of maternal affection? These were the doubts which Gilbert

of domestic bliss, and this was the aspect of affairs up to June 15. Ascot races were to begin on the 16th, and Goblin was to fulfill his third great engagement. This was an occasion before which even a husband’s jealous fears must give way, and Gilbert had made up his mind to see the horse run. He had not carried out his idea of selling Goblin after the Derby. Jackson, the trainer, had protested vehemently against such a breach of faith with him, who had made the horse. “That there ’oss is to win the Leger,” said the indignant Jackson, “If he don’t I’ll eat him, pig-skin and all." Gilbert felt that to part with such a horse for ever so high a price would be to cut up the goose that laid the golden horse can’t go on winning great races forever, though. There must come a turn in the tide," suggested Gilbert, sagely. “We should get a pot of money for him now. ” “A gentleman couldn’t sell a ’oss that had just won him the blue ribbon of the turf," replied Jackson, with a burst of chivalrous feeling. "It would be too mean." Gilbert gave way to the finer feelings of his trainer, and took no step toward cutting short his career on the turf. Things were looking livelier in the coal-pit district, he told himself, and a few thousand a year moi e or less could not hurt him. He would carry out his original idea, take a place somewhere near Newmarket, and establish his wife and —the child there. 'Under ordinary circumstances he would have taken a house at Ascot during the race week for the accommodation of himself and a selection of choice spirits with sporting tastes, where the nights might have been enlivened by blind hookey, or poker, or some equally enlightened recreation. But on this occasion Mr. Sinclair made no such comfortable arrangement, and determined to sleep at his hotel in town on the night after the race. He was smoking his after dinner cigar on the evening of the 15th, pac'ng slowly up and down the terrace in front of t’u open drawing-room windows, when a se. \ ant brought him his letters. The first opened was from his trainepfWho was in high spirits’ about Goblin.? The next two or three were business letters of no importance. The last was in a strange hand, a nig jling, scratchy little hand, which, if theie be any expression in penmanship, was suggestive of a mean and crafty nature in the writer. i Gilbert tore open the envelope, expecting to find some Insinuating “tip” from a gentleman of the genus “tout," but the letter was not even so honest as a tip: it was that snake in the grass, an anonymous warning: “If Mr. Sinclaire is away to-moro nite he wil mis an oportunitie to learn sumthing he ouht to kno. If he want’s to kno a secret let im wattch the balconie of is wif's room betwin tenn and leven to-moro nite. A Friend.” Such a letter falling into the hands of a generous-minded man would have aroused only contempt; but coming to i a man who had given himself up as a prey to suspicion and jealousy, who had long been on the watch for domestic treachery, even this venomous scrawl became significant as the voice of Fate —an oracle to be obeyed at any cost. “She*has taken advantage of my intended absence already, and has made an appointment with her lover,” thought Gilbert Sinclair. “This warning comes from one of my servants, I dare say, some scullery-maid, who has* found out my wife’s Infamy, and pities

the deluded husband. Rather hard to swallow pity from that quarter." . Then came the natural reaction. "Is it a hoax, I wonder-a trick Slayed upon me by some di missed unerling? Yet how should any one know now to put his finger on the spot that galls? Unless it were that tcoundrel Wyatt, who hates me like po'son. Well, at least. I can take the hint, and be on the watch. God help Cyprian Davenant if he crosses my threshold with evil intent He may have deceived me once. He shall not deceive mo again.” Mr. Sinclair went to Ascot next day as he had intended. Any change in his plans would have put his w'.fe upon her guard. He went to the races, look- i ing uncommonly glum, as his friends informed him; so gloomy, indeed were his looks that some of nis intimates

made haste to hedge their bets about Goblin, making, very sure that the Derby winner had been seized by some . sudden indisposition. The event re- . warded their caution, for Goblin, ali though brought up to the starting post i in magnificent condition, failed to get . a place. Gilbert bore his disappointment with supreme stoicism. Goblin's victory would not have made him smile; his failure hardly touched him. It was provoking, of course, but Destiny and Mr. Sinclair had long been at odds; it was only another item added to an old account He drove to the station directly Goblin’s race was over, and as there was another race to c me, he got a place in the train easily. It started immediately, and he was in London before 7 o'clock, and on his way to Davenant at 8. He had not stopped to dine. A biscuit and a glass of brandy and soda was all he cared to take in his present frame of mind. It was striking nine as he left the quiet little Kentish station, not quite clear as to what his next step ought to > bp. He had been told to watch his ' wife’s room between 10 and 11. To do I this with any effect, he must get into ' the house unobserved or find’ a safe post of observation in the garden. To announce his return home would be, of course, to destroy his chance of making any discovery; and by this time he had made up his mind that there was domestic treachery to be discovered. As to the means, he cared little or nothing. To meet treachery with treachery could ba no dishonor. It was dusk, the sweet summer dusk, when he entered the park through a, gate seldom used by any one but the gamekeepers or servants. The nightingales were breaking out into spraan. gyaheft.oL'Hw’fldr iroffi'aistaarcrampsof

chestnut or beach, but Mr. Sinclair took no heed of the nightingales. In his happiest frame of mind that melodious jug-juggling would have made no S articular impression upon his unsensive ear; to-night all senses were in more or less abeyance. He found his way along the narrow footpath mechanically, looking neither to the right nor to the left, and only roused himself whfln he came within sight of the house. How to get in unobserved and reach his room without meeting any of the servants was the question. A moment's reflection showed him that this ought to be easy enough. Half-past nine o’clock was the servants’ supper hour at Davenant, and meals in the servants’ hall are an institution which even domestic convulsions leave unshaken. A funeral makes no difference in the divine right of servants to dine and sup at a certain hour; a wedding may cause some supererogatory feasting, but can hardly overthrow the regular order of the daily meals. Mr. Sinclair had no fear, therefore, of any alteration in the routine of the household, and he knew by experience that his servants liked to take their time at the social evening meat It was twenty minutes to ten when he stopped for a minute or so in the shrubbery to consider his plans. Between ten and eleven, said the anonymous letter. He had no time to lose. He skirted the lawn in front of the drawing room windows, keeping in the shadow of the trees. The windows were all open, and he could see the whole of the room. Lamps were burning on the table, candles on the piano, but his wife was not there. He went in at one of the windows. The child s toys were lying on the floor by Constance’s favorite chair, and an open work basket a little pile of books on a gypsy table, showed that the room had been lately occupied. “She has gone to the balcony-room to keep her appointment," he thought, savagely, for by this time he had accepted the anonymous warning as a truth. The hall was as empty as the draw-ing-room, the lamps burned dimly, being the last invention in lamps that do not illuminate. Gilbert went softly up the shallow old ttUrease to the corridor which ran the length of the house, and ended at the door of his own snuggery. He reached this door without meeting any cne, went quietly into the room, and locked the door. The oriel-window of this room commanded the balcony room, which was recessed in the southern front, between two projecting wings. There could be no better post of observation for the man who had been told to watch the garden approach to his wife’s rooms. There were matches and candles on the mantel-piece, but to strike a light would be to make his presence known to any one in the ha cony room, so Gilbert waited quiet y in the half darkness of a summer night, and found what he wanted easily enough by the of touch. There was no moon yet, but a few stars were thining faintly in the calm gray sky. The , windows of the balcony room were dark, and one stood opon—the cne i nearest the iron stair. Gilbert ob- . served this. i “She is sitting there in the dark,” he , thought, “waiting for him. That dark room, that open window, lock like guilt. Why has she not her lamp . lighted, and her music or her books? i No; she has something else to think > of.” His guns were arranged in artistic [ jtrder above the chimney-piece -a costly 'collection, with all the latest improvei meats In sporting guns. His hands

wanderdd here.and there among the stocks till they came to a favorite rifle, the lightest in his collection and one of the surest. He had shot many a royal stag with it beyond the Tweed. He took down this gun, went to a drawer where he kept ammunition, and selected it and loaded his gun in a steady, business like manner. There I was no faltering bl the hand that dropped the cartridge into its place, though that hand meant murder. • “He refused to fight me," Gilbert Sinclair said to hlinself. "He lied to me until I was fool enough to believe his Ilea I gave him fair warning. He has trloked and insulted me in the face of that warning. He has entered my house once as an impostor and a liar, i If he tries to enter it a second time as I a thief and a seducer, his blood bo upon his own head." CHAVTBB XXVI. CAUGHT IM TBB TOILS Ten o’clock struck with sweet and solemn chime from the old square tower of the parish church, as Gilbert Sinclair opened the lattice and stood by the open window of the dressing- ‘ room, waiting. There was not a leaf stirring in the garden, not a shadow save the motionless shadows of the trees. No light in the windows of the

b balcony room. The stars brightened > i in the dear gray, and in the soft twl- > | light of summer all tilings were dimly • . defined—not dark, bat shadowy. The quarter chimed from the church ' tower behind the trees yonder, and 1 , still there was no movement in the garden. Gilbert stood motionless, his 1 • watch divided between the old Dutch garden with its geometrical flower- | beds and stone sun-dial, and the windows of the balcony room. As the 1 sound of the church clock dwindled slowly into silence, a light appeared in the center window, a candle held in a woman’s hand, and raised above her head. Gilbert could but faintly distinguish the dark figure in the feeble glimmer of that single candle before figure and light vanished. A signal, evidently, for a minute later a man’s figure appeared from the angle of the hedge, where it had been hidden in shadow. A man — tall, strongly built—yes, just the figure j that patient watcher expected—stepped lightly across the garden, carefully l keeping to the narrow gravel-paths, ■ leaving no tell-tale footprint on flowerI bed or box-border. He reached the iron stair, mountel it swiftly, had his foot on the balcony, when? Gilbert Sinclair fired, with the unerring aim of a practiced sportsman and the firm hand of a man who has made up his mind for the worst. The figure reeled, swayed for a moment on the topmost step, and rolled backward down the light iron stair, shaking it with the force of the fall, and sunk in a heap on the gravel-path I below. . I waited, expecting to be thrilled by a woman’s piercing shriek, th Sdcripairing ■ I saw A figure approach the window and

it°v k aXhi U Ufor^he r hte doubts. I He went over to the chimney-piece and put away his gun as coolly as if the purpose for which he had just used it were the most ordinary business of daily life, but this mechanical 4 tranquillity- had very little significance. It was rather the stolidity of a sleepwalker than the calmness of a mind that realizes the weight and measure of its act He went back to the window. There lay the figure, huddled iu a formless heap as it had fallen hideously foreshortened from Gilbert’s point of sight The open hands clutched the loose gravet No sound, no light yet in the balcony room. “She does not know what has happened,” said Gilbert, grimly. “I had better go and tell her.” S He unlocked his door and went out in the corridor. His wife’s bedroom opened out of the balcony room. The child slept in a smaller room adjoining that He went into the balcony room and found it empty, then opened the bedroom door ana paused on the threshold, looking in. Impossible to imagine a more peaceful picture than that which met the husoand’s eyes. A night-lamp shed a faint light over the white-curtained bod, an open book an I an extinguished candle on a little table by the bedside, showel that Cons'ance had read herself to sleep. The door of the inner room stood half open, and Gilbert could see the little white crib, and the sleeping child. The mother’s face was hardly less placid in its repose than the child’s. jTO Bl COKTINUBD. | Cream Ripening by Bacteria. The chief object of the ripening of cream is to produce the butter aroma, and this aroma, though very e acescent. controls the price of the butter. This flavor the butter-maker owes to the bacteria; for by their growth the materials in the cream are decomposed and the colnpounds formed which produce the flavors and odors of high quality butter. Different species of bacteria vary much as to the flavors which they produce, some giving rise to good, some to extra fine, and others to a very poor quality of butter. A majority of our common dairy species produce gciod but not the highest quality of butter. Un to the present time the butter-maker has had no means of controlling the species id his cream, but has bad to use those furnished by the farmer. The bacteriologist can isolate and obtain in pure culture the suedes of bacteria which produce the best-flavored butter. Ho can then furnish them to the creameries to use as starters in cream ripening. The artificial ripening of cram promises much for the near future,jalthough it has been applied only on a small scale at the present time. The ' use of a pure culture of a species from Uruguay impro ed the fla/or of the butter of a Connecticut creampry over . 20 per Cent., according to expert estimates. Most species of bacteria in bad I batter are probably associated with . filthiness. Hence a proper inspection of the ba-’ns and dairies to insure proper conditions, especially cleanliness, will be a means of avoiding much of the trouble in cream ripening, and , will in many cases result in an im- ■ provement of the butter^—Mark Lane j Express. > 1 The government experimental sta* * tion in lowa has lately proven that ground grain, when fed to colts makes 3 them grow much mpre rapidly than r unground, and the same amount fed - them during April gave better results I than in February.

’ TALMAGE'S SERMON, i . ' ' AN ELOQUENT PLEA FOR CHRISTIAN TOLERATION. hl v • He Advocate* the Create** Liberty In AU 1 I Religion* Belief and Form of Worship I and Scores Intolerance and Bigotry—a . I Broad Goepel Platform. I I ——— Ho See* Brery Side. Rev. Dr. Talmage, who is now in Australia, whence he will shortly sail for Ceylon and India, selected as the subject for last Sunday’s sermon through the press "Communion of Saints,” the text chosen being Judges xil, fl: “Then said they unto him, Say now shibboleth, and he said sibboleth, for he could not frame to pronounce it I right. Then they took him and slew him at the passages of Jordan. ” Do you notice the difference of pronounciatlon between shibboleth and sibboleth? A very small and unimportant difference, you say. And yet I that difference was the difference beI tween life and death for a great many people. The Lord’s people, Gilead I Ann a

• anar.pnraim, got into a great fight, i and Ephrlam was worsted, and on the retreat came to the fords of the river Jordan to cross. Order was given that all Ephraimites coming there be slain. [ But how could it be found out who I were Ephraimites? They were de- • tested by their pronounciation. Shlb--1 boletn wa? a word that stood for river. The Ephraimites had a brogue of their own, and when they tried to say “shibboleth” always left out the sound 1 of the “h.” When it was asked that they say shibboleth, they said sibboleth and were slain. "Then saftt they unto him, Say now shibboleth, and he said sibboleth, for he could not frame to pronounce it right. Then they took him ahd slew him at the passages of Jordon.” A very small difference, vou say, between Gilead and Ephraim, and yet how much intolerance about that small difference! The Lord’s tribes in our time—by which I mean the different denominations of Christians—sometimes magnify a small difference, and the only difference between scores of denominations to-day is the difference between shibboleth and sibboleth. Cbm of Religious Discussion. The church of God is divided into a great number of denominations. Time would fail me to tell of the Calvinists, and the Arminians, and the Sabbatarians, and the Baxt&rians, and the Dunkers, and the Shakers, and the Quakers, and the Methodists, and the Baptists, and the Episcopalians, and the Lutherans, and the CongregationSnirtt,Presbyterians, and the nomination' ‘ ft^f^SSefeoe*!' 1 mStgiSVhS 1 oamo Hha.tv tzi atrarxr ntho. man rn.

same noerty to every otner man, remembering that he no more differs from me than I differ from him. I advocate the largest liberty in all religious belief and fofm of worship. In art, in politics, in morals, and in religion let there be no gag law, no moving of the previous question, no pcsecution, no intolerance. You know that the air and the water keep pure by constant circulation, and I think there is a tendendy in religious discussion to purification and ny*ral health. Between the fourth and the sixteenth cehturies the church proposed to make people think aright by prohibiting discussion, and by strong censorship of the press and rack ana gibbet and hot lead down the throat tried to make people orthodox, but it was discovered that you cannot change a man’s belief by twisting off his bead nor make a man see differently by putting an awl through his eyes. There is something in a man’s conscience which will hurl off the mountain that you threw upon it, and, unsinged of the fire, out of the flame will make red wings on which the martyr will mount to glory. In that time of which I speak, between the fourth and sixteenth cent--uries, people weht from the house of God into the most appalling iniquity, and right along by consecrated altars there were tides of drunkenness and licehtiousfiess such as the world never heard qf, afid the very sewers of perdition broke loose and flooded the church. After awhile the printing prels was freed, and it broke the the human nqind. Then therd came a large number of bad books, and where there was one man hostile to the Christian religion there wers tWfenty men ready to advocate it. Sol have not any nervousness in regard to this battle going on between truth and error. The truth will conquer just as certainly as that God is stronger than the devil. Let error run IT you only let truth run along vfith it. Urged on by skeptic’s shout and transcendentalist's spur, let it run. God’s angels of wrath are in hot pursuit, and quicker than eagle’s beak clutches out a hawk’s heart God’s Vengeance will tear it to pieces. Evils of Sectarianism. I propose to speak to you of sectarianism—li’s origin, its evils, and its curare. There are those who would makd us think that this monster with horns and hoofs, is religion. I shall chase it tBTls hiding place and drag it out of the caverns of darkness and rip Off its hide. But I want to make a distinction between bigotry arid the lawful fondness of peculiar religious belief and forms of worship. I have no admiration for a nothingarian. In a world of such tremendous vicissitude and temptation, and with a soul that must after awhile stand before a , throne of Insufferable brightness, in a , day when the rocking of the mount- . ains, and the flaming of the heavens, i ana the upheaval of the seas shall be • aihong the least of the excitements, to . give account for every thought, word, i action, preference, and dislike, that t man is mad who has no religious prefi erence. But our early education,four i physical temperament, our mental con- . stitution, will very much decide our ( form oi worship. I A style of psalmody that mav please . me mav displease you. Some would > like to nave a minister in gown and bans and surplice, and others prefer to have a minister in plain citizen's apparel. Some are most impressed when alittle child is presented at the altar and sprinkled of the waters of a holy J benediction “in the name of the | Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy 1 Sheet,” and others are more impressed • when the penitent comes out of the river, his garments dripping with the

waters or a baptism whteh signifies the • washing away of, sin. Let either have his own wav. One man likes no noise lu.prayer, notaword, not a whisper. ■ Another man, just as good, prefers by gesticulation and exclamation to express his devotional aspirations. One is just as good as the other. “Every i man fully persuaded in his own mind.” , George Whitefield was going over a Quaker rather roughly for some of his 1 religious sentiments, and the Quaker said: “George, lam as thou art. I am for bringing all men to the hope of the gospel. Therefore, if thou wll not quarrel with me about my broad brim, I will not quarrel with thee about thy black gown. George, give me thy hand." Farente of Bigotry. In tracing out the religion of sectarianism or bigotry I find that a great deal of It comes from a wrong education in the home circle. There are parents who do. not think it wrong to caricature and jeer the peculiar forms of religion in the world and denounce other sects and other denominations It is very often the case that that kind of education acts lust opposite to what was expected, and the children grow up and after awhile >go and see for themselves, and looking in those

Churches and finding that the people i are good there, and they love God and keep his commandments, bv natural > reaction they go and join these very churches. I could mention the names of prominent ministers of the gospel who spent their whole life bombarding other denominations and who lived to see their children preach the goepel in those very denominations. But it is often the case that bigofry starts in a household, and that the subject of it never recovers. There are tens of thousands of bigots 10 years old. I think sectarianism and bigotry also rise from too great prominence of any one denomination in a community.. All the Other denominations are wrong, and his denomination is right because his denomination is the most wealthy, or the most popular, or the most influential, and it ts “our” church, and “our” religious organization, and “our” choir, ana “our” minister, and the man,tosses his head and wants other denominations to know their places. It is a great deal better in any community when the great denominations of Christiana are about eaual in power, marching side by side for the world’s conquest. Mere outside prosperity, mere worldly' power, Is no evidence that the ehurch is acceptable to God. Better a barn with Christ in the manger than a Cathedral with magnificent harmonies rolling through the long drawn aisle and ah angel from heaven in the pulpit if there is no Christ in the chancel and no Christ in the robes. Bigotry is often the chip of igoor&&oe. IS?Ch“c hSl hitendtd I a war horennlr Pf»nnlP Ar A Rll’fl.ifl

for a war oarracK. r-eopie are airaiu of a riot. You go down the street,- and you see an excitement and missiles flying through the air, and you hear the shock of firearms. Do you, the peaceful and industrious citizen, go through that street? Oh, no, you will say; ‘Til go around the block.’’ Now, men come and look upon this narrow path to Heaven and sometimes see the ecclesiastical brickbats flying every whiher, and they say: “Well I guess I’ll take the broad road. There is <so much sharpshooting on the narrow road I guess I’ll try the broad, road!” Francis I. so hated the Lutherans that he said that if he thought there was one drop of Lutheran blood in bis veins he would puncture them and let that drop out* Just as long as there is so much hostility between denomination and denomination,or between one professed Christian and another, or between one church and another, so long men will be disgusted with the Christian religion arid flay, “If that is religion, I want none of it.” Again, bigotry and sectarianism do great damage in the fact that they hinder the triumphs of the gospel. Oh. how much wasted ammunition, how many men of splendid intellect have givrin their whole life to controversial disputes when.* if they had given their life to something practical, they might have been vastly useful! Suppose, while 1 speak, there was a common eneiny coming up the bay,and all the forts around the harbor began to fire into each other-you would cry out: ‘‘"National suicide! Way don’t those forts blaze away tn one direction, and that against the common enemy?” And yet I Sometimes see in the church of the Lord Jesus Christ a strange thing going on -— church against church, minister against.minister, denomination against denomina-

tion, firing away into their own fort,or the fort wnich ought to be on the same side, instead of concentrating their energy and giving one mighty and everlasting volley against the navies of darkness riding up through the bay! Christian Grace. I go out sometimes in the summer, and I find two beehives, and these two hives are in a quarrel. I come near enough, not to be stung, but 1 come just near enough to hear the controversy, and one beehive says, “That field of clover is the sweetest.” and another beehive says, “That field, of clover is the sweetest.” I come in between them, and I say: “Stop this quarrel. If you like that field df clover best, go there, but let me tell you that that hive which gets the most honey it the best hive!’ So I come out between the churches of the Lord Jesue Christ. One denomination of Christian says, “That field of Christian doctrine is best,” and the other sdys, “That field of Christian doctrine is the best.” Well, I say, “Go where you get the most honey.” That is the best church which gets the most honey of Christian grace for the heart, and the most honey of Christian usefulness for the life. ; „ .... Besides that, if you want to build ud any denomination, you will never build it up by trying to pull some other down. Intolerance never put anything down. Intolerance. What did intolerance accomplish against the Baptist Church? If laughing, scorn and tirade could destoy the church, it would not have to-day a dis* ciple left. The Baptists were hurled out oi Boston in olden times. Those who sympathized with them were imprisoned, and when a petition.was oflered asking leniency in their behalf all the men who signed it were indicted. Bas intolerance stopped the Baptist church? The last statistics In

) ance never ’ put down anything. In England a Jaw was. made, against r the Jew, England thrust back the ■ Jew and thrust down the Jew and do- ) dared that no .lew nhnuld hold official r position. What came of it? Were the ’ Jews destroyed? Was their religion i overthrown? No. Who became i Prime Minister of England? Who was ■ higher than the throne because he was counselor and adviser? Disraeli, a ' Jew. What were we celebrating in all our churches as well as synagogues only a few years ago? The one hundroth birthday anniversary of Montefiore, tho great Jewish philanthropist. intolerance never put down anything. Bdt now. my friends, having shown 2)u the origin of bigotry or sectarianm, and having shown you-the damage it does, I want briefly to show you how we are to war against this terrible evil, and I think weought to begin our war by realizing our own weakness ana our imperfections. If we make so many mistakes in the common affaire of life, Is it not possible that we- may make mistakes in regard tb our religious affairs? Shall We take a man by the throat or by the oollaa because, he oan-

not see religious truths justas we do? In the light of eternity ft will be found out, I think, there was sOhrethtag wrong in ail our creeds and something right in all our creeds. • But -since we may make mistakes in regard to things of the world do not let us be'so egotistic and so puffed up as to have an idea thatiwe cannot make, any mistake in regard to religious theories. And ' then 1 think we will do a great deal to overthrow the sectarianism from our heart and the sectarianism from .sthe world by, chiefly enlarging»,in those things in which we agree rather than those on which we differ. Now, here' is a great gospel, platform. A man comes upon bis side of. i the platform and says, “I don't believe in baby sprinkling.” Shall I shove him off? Here is a man coming up on this glde of the platform, and he says, “I don’t believe tn the perseverance of the saints.” Shall I shove him off? No. I will say: "Do you believe in the Lord Jesus as your Saviour? Do you trust Him for time and for eternty?" He says, “Yes ” “Do you take Christ Jor time and for eternity?” “Yes,” I gay. “Come on, brother. One in time, and one in eternity. Brother now, brother forever.'.’ Blessed be God for a gospel platform so large that all who receive Christ may stand on itl Moreover, we may also overthrow thefeeling of severe sectarianism by joining other denominations in Christian work. I like when the springtime comes and the annivereary thKSby cMng sS2'stenSi*ta' lan innidfint which took place about 20

an mciueub wmuu two. pmvv owuv years ago. One Monday morning about 2 o’clock, while her 900 passengers were sound asleep in her berths dreaming of home, the steamer Atlantic crashed into Mars Head. Five hundrea souls in ten minutes landed into eternity! Oh, what a scene! Agonized men and women running up and down the gangways and clutching for the rigging, and the plunge of the helplesssteamer and the clapping of the hands of) the merciless sea over the drowning and the dead threw two continents into terror. But see this brave quartermaster pushing Out with the lite line until he gets to the rock, and see these ~ fishermen gathering up the shipwrecked and taking them into the cabinsand wrapping them in the flannels snug and warm, and see that minister of the gospel, with three other men, getting into a lifeboat and pushing out for the Wreck, prilling away across the surf tad pulling aWay until they saved one more man and then getting back with him totheflribre.- Can those men ever forget that night, and ean they ever forget their companionship, in peril, companionship in struggle, companionship in; awful catastrophe and rescue? Never! Never! In whatever part of the earth they meet, they will be friends when they mention the story of that night when the Atlantic struck Mars Head. Well,,my friends, our world has gone into a worte shipwreck. Sin drove’t on the rocks. Tne old ship has lurched and tossed intfce tempests of. 6,000 years. Out with the life line! Ido not care what denomination carries it Grit with the lifeboat! Ido not care what denomination rows it. Side by side, in the memory of common hardshipfl and common trials and common prayers and cofomobtears, let us be brothers for-

ever, we must be. Part tt jths host hsvo cross*! the flood,, And pert ue erosilng now. And 1 expect to see the day when all denominations of Christians shall join hands around the cross of Christ and recite the creed: “I believe in God, the Father Almighty, Maker of heaven and eprth,’and in Jesus Christ, and in the communion of saints, and in life everlasting. AmenP’ Something Like a Word. Probably the maximum in long German words is reached in one which a correspondent of Che Tenth’s Companion, himself a German, sends byway of pendant to another long word recently printed. The correspondflnt vouches for it as a genuine and properly formed word, in which the material has not been strained at all in the making. > It is; “Exclusivltatshefrenschneidermelstermußterileferungsanstaltsobeiauf - slchtskasse.” This word, which contains seventyseven letters, means in English: “The treasury of the directium pf the establishment for furnishing patterns to master tailors making clothes for exclusively living gentlemen only.” Thera Is one advantage .about the use of words like this: One could . never have occasion to regret having hastily spoken tljfem. If a wife husband these hot nights, so that be can sleep, it,is a sign that she is a good woman* lr is a pity that good people are so ! often disagreeable In other respects. In humming around a man strikes many a trail that he recognizes