Indiana State Sentinel, Volume 35, Number 14, Indianapolis, Marion County, 22 May 1889 — Page 6

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THE INDIANA STATE SENTINEL. WEDNESDAY. 3IAY 22. 1889.

THE POISONOUS POTTAGE

OF THE CALDRONS OF SIN AND DEATH A $rmm f Especial Interest to Parents, Young Men and Drunkards by the Bot. Ir. Tslmage "Tlicr Is Death In the Pot." The Rev. Dr. Talmago preached to tho usual multitudo last Sunday morning tho great tabernacle being crowded. His sermon waa based on the story of the deadly pottage served up for tho sons of tho prophets at Gilgal. Having described the Rene with characteristic graphicness tho preacher went on to say : 'So they poured out for the men to eat, but it came to pass as they were eating of the pottage that they cried out and 6aid, O, thou man of God, there is death in the pot.' And they could not eat thereof." II Kings ; iv, 40. Well, my friends, tho world has a great many caldrons of sin and poison aQd death. Mighty coloquintida of temptation is pressed into them and it is the work of every minister of the gospel, of vcry well-wisher of society, of every one who" would keep the world back of its sins end ita follies to cry out: "I'oison! lew are ! Stand back trom the caldron ! Beware'" Sin has wrought an awful work in the world, and it has gone all through the nations until the whole world is poisoned of the body, poisoned of mind, poisoned of soul. Bat, blessed be God, there is an antidote in the gospel of the Lord Jesus Christ, and where there is Kin there may be pardon, and where there is suffering there may be comfort, and where there is death there may be life. Some time ago, in a eermon, I urged upon you leniency in the criticism of those who had fallen, and mercy in the treatment of those who had gone astray. I then suggested what I this morning wish more particularly to emphasize, and that is, whi'o you pity the sinner you must excoriate the sin, and while you want to be helpful to the transgressor you must l.e vehement against the transgression. Sin is a jagged thing, and can" not be roughly handled. You have no right to garland it with fine phrases or lustrous rhetoric. You can not catch a bufialo with a ribbon lar-so. In the first place, I remark, that unhappy and undisciplined homes are caldrons or poison and sin and death. Parents who are harsh and cruel on the one hand, or w ho have a wickedly loose family government on the other, turn out cn this" world a generation of vipers. Petulance and scolding dominant in a home make that home a blood relation to the gallows and penitentiary. Petulance is a bcrpent that sometimes crawls up into a very fine home, and winds around everything beautiful and crushes everything. There are parents who, by their manner, disgust their children with the Christian religion. They scold them because they do not love Jesus Christ. They have an exasperating way of doing their duty. As Adam Clark says in one cf hia commentaries: "Thev serve the Lord as though the devil were in them!" There are households where the entire moral and religious education, seems to be, "Take that!" (slapping his hands.) From homes filled with the war-whoop of contention sons and daughters go forth miserably to die. Is there in this assemblage a Hagar leading her Ishmael into the wilderness to be smitten of thirst and pass through the pand? In the solemn birth hour a voice fell straight from the throne of God, saying, "Take this child and nurse it for me, and I will give thee thy wages." !n the evening hour, when the angels of God hover over vour home, do they hear the children lisping the name of Christ? Oh, traveler for eternity, your little ones gathered under your robes, are you leading them on the right road or on the dancer(jus winding bridle paths off which their inexperienced feet may slip and up which comes the howling wolf or the bound of loosened ledge and tumbling avalanche? Blessed is the cradle in which the Christian mother rock3 a Christian child. Blessed is the altar at which the parents teach their children to kneel. Blessed is the mother whose every heart throb is a prayer for her children's welfare. The world prows old, and the stars will cease to shine upon it and the fountains to replenish it and the mountains to guard it and the heavens to span it and this long story of tin and shame and glory and triumph will end in ashe3, but influences started in the early home will roil on and roll up into the elements and bloom in all the pong and wave in all the triumph and exuit in all the jcy. or recoil in all the darkness and all the disaster. Good homes produce good character. Bad hemes, bad character. Nov, put that down as a rule. There are exceptions to it, I know. Sometimes a son from a good Christian home will wander oil into sin. Ob, that boy does not know how many tears have been shed over his waywardness ; that boy does not know how manv prayers have been offered for his welfare". One Sabbath morning, not long ago, after I had closed this service, a gentleman, a stranger whom I had never Feen, walked up to me, and, overwhelmed with emotion, failed to tell me what he w as going to tell. All he couid say was, -0h, my son, my son!" I imagined the rest of the story. There is many a young man who is proud of his mother, and who would strifce into the dust anyone who insulted her, and yet who is, by his bad habits and evil behavior, sharpening a dagger to Le plunged .through that mother's heart. Another caldron of iniquity found in all our cities is an indolent life. On the Hudson Iliver railroad yesterday, and on the lVnnFjivania railroad, and on the Erie railroad, and on the Long Island railroad, and cu all the railroads, there were young men coming to New York and F-rooklyn to start in commercial life. Some of them may be here this morning, f 'o you know, my brother, what is going to be one of the great temptations of your life? One of the mightiest f all the "temptations or the city is the behavior of those who seem to fare sumptuously every day, have line apparel, afford all styles of amusement, and yet do nothing in th way of work or earning a livelihood. They are better dressed than many who are industrious. They deny themselves uo luxuries. You may find them sometimes on sunny days around the doorways of the great hotel-? the "Windsor, tho l'iith-ave., the Gilsey, the Brunswick, the Sturtevant and all the other great hotels of Brooklyn as well as New York. They did i.othing in the way of work last year, they are doing nothing now. and they will do nothing next year. Plenty of money. "Where do they get money from? you say, I do not know. I might ask you the same question. Where do they get the money from! That is one of the mvsteries that hover around scores and hundreds of men in thee great cities. Sometimes you will lind them hanging around city halla, and tie city vans corning up from the prisons, bringing the poor creatures to judgment, and actually gloating over their misfortunes and the suffering of those who are to bo incarcerated or have been incarcerated. I have seen men standing around a city van arriving at the city hall, in great mirth, great hilarity, and looking upon these poor men and women coming into judgment. I would just as eoon think of standing on the Atlantic beach when thre h a hurricane on the Eca and when

a ahip dashes into the rocks and the crew go down, finding mirth in that and hilarity in that. Alas for these shipwrecks of body, mind and soul! No fun in that for me; there ought not to be any fun in that for anybody. But these idlers standing around seeing what is going on, seeming to eDjoy the misfortunes of others where do they get their money is tho question that recurs. There are only four ways of getting money by inheritance, by earning it, by begging it, bystealing it. A great many of those men do not get it by inheritance, and they do not get it by earning it, and they do not get it by begging it. I do not like to say how they get it. Laughter. A young man comes to tho city and he sees'theso men getting on so splendidly. I know just what impression the city makes upon a country boy. I know just what impression it "made on me the first time I saw a great city, and I have an idea of how easy it is for a young man to bo led into the power of temptation. Hero are people doing nothing for a living, yet getting on splendidly, seeming to get on more splendidly than thoso who toil. The whole temptation is to consort with them and start down the same road to ruin. iod never made a man strong enough to be idle voluntarily. Men may be i lie through old age; they cannot toil any longer. Men may be 'idle through physical illness or mental disorder, and they are not to blame. Men may be idle because oi hard times there may be no styles of work open to them. I am not speaking of such persons. I am speaking of the men who choose to be idle, want to be idle. When a man chooses idleness, he chooses crime and death. There are a multitude of men now in these cities who are trying to get a living by their wits, by sleight of hand. Consort not with them. Go not into their companionship. They will want to show you the sights of the city. They will want to show you the elephants and the lions, and after they have shown you the c lephauts and the lions there will not be much of your moral charm-tor left. Another caldron of sin and death is the dram shop. Anacbarsis said that the vine yielded three crapes: pleasure, drunkenness, misery. Every drinking saloon, whether above ground or under ground, licensed or unlicensed, is a gate of hell. "Oh," says some one, "vou ought not to be hard on a business

which vields o rarir large tariff and pavs a large license to the state and national governments, and supports schools and asylums of mcrcj." Then I bethink myself of what William K. Gladstone said wnen he was firet time chancellor of the exchequer, and some people came to him and said: "You ought not to be hard on the business for which we pay a very large revenue to the English government." Mr. Gladstone replied: ".Don't you bother about revenue. You give us 3l,000,000 sober people and we will have plenty and a surplus. ' And if all the drinking saloons of these cities and of the United States went out of existence there might be le?s revenuo for the state and less for the nation, but there would be more happy homes, and there would be less use for penitentiaries and almshouses and there would be tens of thousands of men who are now on the road to death who would start on the road to heaven, and where thera are hundreds of dollars there would be thousands of dollars, and where there are thousands of dollars there would be millions of dollars added to the national wealth. But the financial ruin wrought is a very small part. The drunkenness which coraes from the rum traffic in these cities takes everything sacred from ,lhe home, everything holy from religion and everything infinite from the soul and tramples it under foot. "Oh," says some man, "I couldn't be led astray in that way. I have so largo and so generous a nature I couldn't be overthrown. I do all my duty to my family and my country and my God, and I have a nature of equipoise and equilibrium and I couldn't be overthrown in that way." My brother, you are just the one that could e the more easily overthrown. This evil takes the fattest lambs for its sacrifice. The brightest garlands by this carbuncled hand of drunkenness are torn apart. Religious Xotes and Thought. Bishop Foster bas aroused 6onie indignation amontj the high-salaried clergymen by sayiDg that no preacher is worth 10,000 a year. ' The presbyterian board of foreign missions received .?0l,l51.8'J daring the past fiscal year, a great advance over any previous year. About 1S,.VX,000 persons, it is estimated, pursue the scheme of study laid down by the international Snuday-school lesson committee. That committee recently met at Saratoga for its nineteenth yearly session and mapped out the work for A flustered West Chester (Pa.) bridegroom slipjed a quarter in the pastor's hand, thinking n a teu-dollar gold piece. Discovering his mistake he made reparation, aud afterward toid a friend: "He took the ten-dollar gold piece with pleasure, but the mean part of it was that he kept the quarter, too." The methodist episcopal church now has 2,143,37 communicants, against 2,003,935 last year, indicating a net eain ia 18S-S of over 50,000. The value of church property, including parsonages, has reached the enormous sum of itC.to.ölö, an increase for the year of about t,6'.VJJÖ- The church property, exclusive of the parsonages, is valued at $:w,Ot,O,000. Upon tho churches there is a total indebtedness of The vigorous "missionary" work of the saints still continues in Utah. At the recent mormon conference tieorge Q. Cannon read the statistics ot the church. There are twelve ape sties, seventy patriarchs, 3,71!) hi-rh priests, ll.'Jö elders, 2,'.! priests, 2.212 teachers, 11,610 deacons, H,V,! families, 115,015 officers and members, and 4'.',3r2 children under eight years of nee, a t'tal mormon population of 153.M1. The nuüiher of marriages lor six month ending April o. IS?-, was 530; births, 3.751; new members, 48; excommunications, 113. A gratifying unity of loyal sentiment in regard to the recent centennial celebration Snds expression in all the religious publications within t regard to creed or denominational character. Jew aud Christian alike stand on equal footiDc about this at least. A Jewish writer in recogniiiuK the boon of American independence esy: "For the first lime since tho institution of the government has the Jewish religion, have the Hebrew, found recocnition in a täte paper by the president of the United States. More than any other class of citizens have tho .lews cause to be thankful to God for the great boon of liberty and the riehts of man which was embodied in the constitution which they established and to support which CJeorga Washington ou that day made solemn oath." The religious condition of the French people t.-day ia thus described by the Rev. A. J", beard: "You can put the bible in every house in Paris and no one has the power to stop you. You can preach the gospel on the corner opposite the prison and there will be no danger. Thirty years rsco the policeman would hare arrested vou. Now he protects you. It is tru one will hear thoso who reject the church, and hene deny Cod, no'T boldly vociferating their inhdehty. Before they whispered it between their teth. It is unrestrained now; 1 am not ready to say that it in greater. On the other band he will also see the ancient churches of the Huguenots multiplying iu number and increasing in religions activities and strength. He will find a hundred protectant mission stations where there was not one, and thousands of children in Sunday-school where Sunday-schools were never heard of." Alfred' Narrow Doc ape. fl'liicago Tribuns. 1 "Alfred, before we were married you told me you never swore, and jet in your sleep lat inght you used the most awful profane language I ever heard in ray life." (Cautiously) "What did I seam to 1 talking about, my dear?" "You kept muttering something about jack pots, royal flushes, red hackles, nails, putting up dukes, pasting somebody on the nob, and a lot of other things I couldn't understand." "Those, my love, are aw military terms. I dreamed I was in a battle." "Hut why should you ewear ao dreadfully, Alfred r (Seeing hü way out) "I thousrht I waa with the arm in Flanders, my lore."

ONE OF JHE MANY. Temple Bar.) They had been married for rather more than a year Jim Carrol and his pretty little wife and their baby daughter was two months old. He was a fine fellow wa Jim well set up, and good to look at; chivalrous, upright and honest as the day. But though he came of a good stock of which he was tue last he was only a clerk in a London architect's office, with a miserable ealary cf 100 a year, which, of course, he might lose with his situation any day. It will le clear, I hope, to the meanest uuderstanding that under theeo circumstances he had not the tin all est right to think of matrimony. o when he had the audacity to propose for Marjory Linton, niece and ward of the pompous and wealthy old Joseph Linton cf Manchester, that gentleman gave him a very thort shrift, and promptly showed him the door. And when, a month later, pretty, independent Marjory ran away with the same handsome, impecunious Jim Carrol, her irate uncle to use his own expression "washed his hands of her and closed his doors against her and her husband forever." At this terrible sentence Marjory did not trouble herself very much, nor "did her husband suffer it to affect his peace of mind. He was too happy to care whether all the rich old men in Europe closed their doors against him or otherwise. They lived in a tinv house in a redbricked, pointed-gabled terrace at Camberwell, and they had enough to do to pay the rent and to make ends meet penerally, eepecially after the baby came. Dut they loved each other passionately, and that made things easier. .Marjory was the inobt Bunny-hearted and hopeful of little women, and :she was quite sure that some day Dornton &, Cox awakening to a sense of Jim's abilities would take him into partnership and make his fortune. But alas! for Marjory's dream, on the particular evening on which this tstory opvns Carrol was wending his way homeward dejectedly enough, for Pornton & Cor, having had heavy losses lately, were reducing their staff of clerks, and among those dismissed to-day was James Carrol. Jim felt stunned and bewildered, for situations were not as plentiful as blackberries in London in 1SS4, any more than they are now. "Oh, Jim, how late you are '."cried little Mrs. Carrol, as she fiev to the door to meet her husband; "I thought you were never coming ! I had to put baby to bed at last." "Had you, dear?" he answered absently, as he followed her into the Email but cozy eitting-room. He looked depressed and out of sorts, Marjory thought. Perhaps he had one of hin bad headaches. But like a wise little wife she asked no questions; only poured out his tea and gave him his slippers. He did not eat anything, the noticed, but sent up his cup to be filled again and again, draining it each time feverishly. He was very silent, too. "Is anything the matter, dear?" his wife said at last, in anxious tones. "Yes, Marjory," he answered, with an effort. Then, after a pause, he told her. For a moment her sunny face was clouded; this was a contingency which they never contemplated. Then she said bravely : "Xever mind, Jim. It will not be difficult for j-ou to get another situation. I see scores of advertisements in the papers every day." But Carrol was not so sanguine. He was of a more gloomy temperament than Marjory, and would not be cheered, not even when baby woke up and smiled and cooed in his face, as was her wont. "You see, Jim." said Marjorv, cheerily, "we have still a good part left of your last salary. It is not quarter-day yet for a good while, and we can economize in little things. We might let Ann go (Ann was the Email maid-of-all-work); she is really getting very careless; she broke three plates yesterday. If I have a charwoman to come Saturdays I can easily manage the work myself. Baby is so good, and requires eo little attention." Jim put his arm around her as she knelt beside him. "Dear little woman," he said, "I couldn't let you do that. Xot vet, at least." They studied the paper diligently day after day. Carroll answered innumerable advertisements, both by post and personally, but in vain, though he spent an alarming sum in postage stamps, and returned ni 'ht after night weary, heartsick and footsore. The days went on; quarter-day drew near and passed, and the Carrolä' little fitore of money melted away. For the babv had been ill. and several tradesmen's bills, small but imperative, had to be paid. The weather was oppressively hot and enervating, and Marjory's little face began to look pinched and worn, for the baby was peevish and fretful, requiring constant nursing and attention, and the servant had been dismissed some time ago. Another week passed. Jim felt almost desperate, for he could obtain no empiovment, and to make matters worse, the baby fell ill again. It seemed a kind of wasting, nameless illness. Sho cried and waited night and day and grew almost hourly more shadowy-looking. The doctor, whom Carroll at "last called in 6hook his head, asked a few questions, advised change of air and ordered the young mother to take "plenty of nourishing food." With a view to furthering the latter object change of air being out of the question Jim pawned hi3 watch and ciiain. Poor fellow, he felt shamfaced and embarrassed enough as he took the ticket and buttoned his coat over bis now chainless waistcoat. But the monev so obtained kept them Roing for some little time; and Carrol, meanwhile, did not for a day relax Iiis efforts to obtain emplovment. He searched with anxious diligence in each evening's paper the column devoted to "vacant situations," and answered various advertisements which seemed singularly suitable. But thoso who have studied that column not for amusement or curiosity, but for dear lifo. know that of these advertisements only too many are simply swindles, and that the comparatively few which are bona lide are speedily secured by those who have either influence or tho experience, which Jim Carrol had not. Ho set o(F every morning for the city, neglected no opportunity, left no stone unturned, but iu vain. He used to "dine in town," he told his wife; but in reality nothing passed Iiis lips from the timo he went out in the morning until ho returned, unsuccessful, hopeless and exhausted in the evening. Marjory never guessed this, and she herself did without absolute necessities, 6ilently and with uncomplaining cheerfulness. It was a terrible time for them both ; perhaps it was hardest on him, far he had not Marjory's clastic, hopeful nature, her happy, almost child-like, 'faith and trust that things would bo better by and by. lie felt, too, that he had brought her to this life of poverty and privation, which he seemed so powerless to avert; and as he thought of the future grim and black, and uncheered by any gleam of hope his heart eickened and died within him. In iSeptember they moved out of their pretty home to a very small and dingy cottage which stood alone, a little way back from a side street, behind a timberyard. It was not an attractive dwelling, but it waa very cheap, and the rent of their former house was now out of the

question. To defray the various inevitable expenses connected with the removal, and one or two necessary outlays, they sold some of their furniture ana1 a few other things besides. Marjory's jewelry had all gone long ago. One day, in walking westward along Fleet-st., Carrol met an old fellow-clerk, by name Archie Lvle. "Halloo, Carrol '' Lyle exclaimed, grasping the formers hand heartily and turning to walk alongside. "How are you? Haven't seen you for a month of Sundays. Why, you look down in tho mouth, old man I What's up, eh?" "Nothing particular," replied the other coldly enough, "except that I have been out of a situation since I left Pornton & Cox. Inspecting public buildings, when you have a wifo and child to keep ou nothing, is not a particularly exhilarating or lively occupation," he continued bitterly. "By Jove, no!" said the other in serious tones. He was a good-natured, easy-going fellow, who had rarely known the want ot a five-pound note, and who. as a rule, had only to sit still and let thincs come to him. "I'm awfully sorry, old fellow!" he went on awkwardly. "You know I'll never forget the lift you gave me two years ago. I'm awfully sorry," he continued, with Jess tact "than goodnature; "upon ray soul, I don't know when I was so hard up as I am this month. Until I get my next- " "Confound you ! What are you talking about?" interrupted Carrol, haughtily. "Ho you take me tor a beggar?" Lvle murmured some confused apology. "1 don't want your money," Carrol went on in brusque tones. "Can j-ou tell me of anything I can get to do anything? I am not proud," with a short laugh. The other cogitated, then shook his head. "By the way," he said suddenly, when they had crossed several streets in comparative silence, "you are a good draughtsman, are vou not?" You have a cood idea of plans and that?" "I ought to have." returned Carrol dryly, "seeing I have been a clerk in an architect's omce for the hist three years." "Ah, yes, to be sure. Well, I know designs are wanted for a new hospital somewhere near Manc hester. The premium is 100. Now " "For God's sake, tell me," interrupted the other, eagerly and hoarsely, "do you think I have any chance?" "Well," said Lyle, "I was going to have a try. My father has an idea I ought to distinguish myself in that line, but I'm an awful duffer on plans always was. So if you care to go in for it it's a goodish premium it might be worth your while. And, by the way, Carroll, don't sign your own name; for 1 believe old Linton, vour wife's uncle, is to be one of the judges. He is 6till no end down on you; and it might naake a difference. See ! Sign it oh, anything you like, and send it under cover to me. You can trust me not to father it," he added, laughing. "I'll send you all the particulars to-morrow, and let you know when the thing's decided." "Lyle, I cannot thank you sufficiently," said "Carrol unsteadily, "though I fear there is very little chance for me." "Fooh!" replied the other in airy tones, "vou've as good a chance as any of the rest." "How soon must it go in?" asked Carrol feverishly. "Ah, let's see I think in a fortnight but I'll let you know." They were in the Strand by this time, and Lyle stopped at the nearest restaurant, for it was past 2 o'clock. Carrol declined his companion's invitation to accompany him, and with a grasp of the hand the two men parted. Jim turned down a side street, and thence through the Embankment gardens to tho river He did not feel very hopeful, for when the body is weak the spirit is apt to be weak, too"; and big, stalwart-looking fellow as he was, Carrol had but little stamina; and the past months of ceaseless anxiety and, lately, of almost starvation had'told on him terribly. He walked slowly along the Lmbankment, and across Westminster bridge, and so home. Marjory met him with her usual cheery smile ; but he fancied her sweet face was paler and more worn-looking than ever; aud the baby's eyes unnaturally large and bright seemed to follow him reproachfully. His wife clapped her little hands joyfully when he told of Lyle's proposal ; and 6he Was so merry and hopeful all the evening that Jim felt his spirits rise. She prepared a nice little supper for him, too; and Jim did not notice for a wonder that one or two of their cherished books had disappeared. Baby wa3 very good to-night, she did not cry at all; and" the evening was the most cheerful they had passed for some time. In the evening of the following day came the promised letter from Lyle, and as soon as it wa light next morning Carrol began his task. He worked hard and patiently, but he suffered terribly from nervous headaches ; he took even less food than usual, and the baby's constant monotonous wail made him sometimes feel half crazy. At last the drawing was finished. Carrol signed it "'Isola,' care of A. Lyle, Esq." (as his friend had suggested.) Marjory thought it beautiful, and had no doubt of its beiug successful. But Carrol was not so sanguine. However, he sent it off at once, and Marjory already began to calculate how long a time must elapse before its fate would be decided. It was weary waiting, though, and to Jim aye, and to Marjory, too the oncedreaded pawn-shop became sadlv familiar. Meanwhile their baby was slowly but surely fading away from them. One afternoon " Carrol returned somewhat earlier than usual from the city, whither he had been in answer to some luring will-o'-the-wisp advertisement. It was a dull, w et da', and as he turned up the narrow street which led to his home his heart sank with a curious, undeSned dread. They had been up with the. baby all night, but she had seemed brighter when Jim left in the morning. Marjory met him, as she always did, at the door. At a glance his fears were quickened. "What is it?" he said, hastily. "The child is sho worse?" tltir " eVrt onawniPrt? 1 r L inn iitx of In m "

illil, Oil1' alio V t-". f vs aiil Ufstf JAiUf J with lrv. c ripf-fltrirkfm rvos Mim babv ' is dead!" He followed her silently to the room where the tiny creature, with waxen features so like his own, lay cold and still and smiling. "When?" he askel in a choked voice. "Just three hours ago," she replied, monotonously. Carrol stood looking down on all that was left to him of his baby daughter, and smoothed the short, fluffy hair with a strange, wistful look in his dark, sunken eyes. "Poor little thing!" he said, sadly and brokenly "God knows what she is spared !' There was a silence, for Marjory could not speak. The rain dripped on the window-sill outside, the wind shook the casement and moaned in the chimney. Then, with a quick, dry Rob, Carrol took his wife in his arms, and they mingled their tears together. A few more days passed and the baby was buried. Even that was a burden to the poverty-stricken father and mother. It was wonderful how they missed the tiny thing their3 for so short a time her funny, winning baby ways and even her fretful, peevish cries. To Marjory, during tho long hours when her husband was absent, the house scorned horribly, unnaturally still and desolate. The weather was wet and chilly, and Jim caught a cold which ended in a sharp

attack of bronchitis and left him more spiritless and haggard-looking than ever. So the autumn dragged on. At last one dreadful day when even Marjory broke down and when Jim looked so weak and ill as he setoff on his weary and fruitless quest for work that it almost broke his wife's heart to see him at last, privately, and with many pangs of humbled pride, Mrs. Carrol wrote to her uncle. She did not tell her husband, for she knew that if she did nothinj; would induce him to let the letter pro. The answer came tsoon enough, and it so chanced that Car

rol mot the postman at the door and took I the letter lrom him. He gave it to his wife and waited while she read it; then, 6eoinj her face blanch, took it from her trembling hands and with compressed lip glanced at the few words it contained. It was 6hort and to the point. Dear Marjory If you like to leave your husband I will take you back to your old home. On no other terms and in no other way will I help you. You took your own way, and now you may take the consequences. JosEril Ll.vro. It said much for Jim's utter heart-sickness that he did not even show any displeasure at Marjory's having written. He onlv said, gently: "Vou Ehould not have asked him, dear." But passionate little Marjory tore up the letter and threw it into the fireplace. It haunted Jim, though. If it were not for him, he thought, wretchedly, his Marjory would be cared for again as she ought to be. He knew her too well to think ehe would leave hitn. No word had come of his drawing; he had almost given up hope; a deadly, horrible depression seemed to take "taken possession of him. Every way seemed closed to him save one. " "Dear," he said one night with an effort they had been sitting silent for a long time in the dismantled little sitting-room "would you not like to go back to Manchester?" "What, without you, Jim?" she cried, with incredulous amazement in her tired little voice. "Yes," very steadily. "Ah, Jim," in tones of keen reproach, "do you want me to go?" "My darling, you need not ask me that," and Jim's voice shook slightly. "But it would be better for you. "Ah, my dear," she said with an attempt at her old sauciness, "you need not hint; you can't get rid of me." Don't think of it." Then she suddenly laid her curly head on his knee and beg"i to cry. "Oh, Jim," she . d, "don't send me away! How can 5 m speak so? You break my heart! Ah, darling, vou could not do without me, could vou?'' "God forgive me, no' ho answered hoarsely. "You are all I have!" Ashe spoke he drew her into his arms and held her against his breast. She clung to him, sobbing passionately, for a long time. "Marjory," he said suddenly, "have you had anything to eat to-day? For you ate nothing this morning." "Yes, dear, of course I have," she answered, sitting up and drying her tears. "What had you?" noting with a pang how wan and weak she looked, and what heavy shadows lay under her 6weet brown eves. ""Ob, all I wanted." "I know what that means," he said, in low, agitated tones. "Child, you are starving yourself to death ! I am killing you you, my little Marjory, who are dearer to me than my own soul ! You are dyin q; before my eyes as our babe died and I can do nothing nothing. Oh. my God this is torture!" And laying his head down on his arms on the table he, too, sobbed a man's heavy, heart-rending sobs, tearless and bitter. In an instant Marjory's arms were around his neck, her lips resting on his dark, bent head. "Hush, dear boj-, hush," she said, in her quaint little motherly way. "You are talking nonsense, dear. I haven't the slightest thought of dying, you foolish Jim. Don't my dear, don't i" ehe went on imploringly. But Carrol's sell-control seemed to have deserted him utterly, and for a time his agitation was terrible. Then there was a long silence, broken at last by Marjory's voice, in anxious tones: "You have eaten nothing to-day, Jim, I am quite sure, and you are quite faint and worn out." "My darling, I could not eat," ho answered wearily, raising his head and leaning back in his chair. (There were only two chairs in the room now, and very little else.) Marjory's soft brown eyes filled again with tears, but she resolutely winked them away, and said, trying to smile: "Wo will make up for lost time and have some supper. Then things will look brighter. I have an idea, do jou know, that our luck is going to take a turn." Jim smiled faintly; his ideas pointed in a diametrically opposite direction. "And, therefore," Marjory went on,' with a gayety the more touching to Jim because he knew it was assumed for his sake, "we will go out and buy something for supper, my dear Jim. A great fellow like you cannot possibly live on bread and tea and not much of that as you have been doing. Now I wonder,'' looking round the room meditatively, "if there i3 nothing more we can put awav?" (They always called it "putting away?') Carrol did not speak. He could not, just then. Marjory stole softly up-stairs to her bedroom, and slowlv opened a small box which stood there. It contained nothing of much value, seemingly. Only a few baby clothes and a tarnished silver rattle, of which latter the tiny bells tinkled merrily as Marjory lifted it. Her tears fell thick and fast as she rubbed the pretty toy with an old glove until it shone quite brightly in the dim candlelight. Then she went down-stairs. Jira was still sitting where she had left him, but he turned as she came in and shivered slightly, for t he night was chilly and a fire was a luxury not to be thought of. She held the rattle out to him silently. "Oh, Marjory, not that I can't," ha said hoarsely, hiding his face in his hands. "Yes, dear," said the sweet, unsteady, littlo voice. "We we " 8he stopped uncertainly, and, to her husband's terror and dismay, fainted suddenly and quietly away in his arms. The next aav Carrol himself wrote to old Joseph Linton. His letter was returned unopened. "Post these letters for me, King, will you?" said Archie Lyle one October forenoon. "I'm off in a tearing hurry to catch a train. Don't forget" them, there's a good fellow." "All right," said tho young man addressed; and he put the letters carelessly into the breast pocket of his overcoat. "Hang it all," said King to himself the next day. "I've forgotten to post Lyle's letters. " However, I don't suDpose it matters much. He'll be none the wiser." lie dropped them into the first pillar box he came to, and, lighting a cigar, sauntered on his way. ( n the morning of the eame day Carrol aud his wife were standing pale and silent at the w indow of their sitting-room. They were watching for the postman. They had watched for him unspokeuly, feverishly, desparingly, for many days. Soon they heard the sharp rat-tat on the doors in the distance. He came nearer. He knocked at the door of the house nearest theirs. Then he parsed on ! "Oh, Jim!" said the little wife, despairingly. Carrol was white to his very lips. "Never mind, childie," he said, putting his arm round her, and trying to speak steadily. "Oh, my dear, I can't help it," she Bobbed. There was a long pause ; then Slarjorj

said, almost cheerily: "Perhaps if you went to Mr. Lvle "he could tell you, Jim " : "I did so, Marjorv, yesterday," he interrupted her quietly, "but ho has cone from home for a fortnight. If my drawing had been successful he would have written before he left. Try not to grieve, darling; it can't be helped," Jim went on, with a sickly smile. "We must try something else. " I mav hear of something today." "Perhaps there will be a letter to-night," said Marjory with renewed hope, as the bid her husband good-by at the. door. Jim came home alout 6, looking terribly weary and depressed. He had been unsuccessful once more. "No letters yet, dear," said his wifo. hastening to answer the unspoken question in hi3 eyes. As she spoke they heard tho postman's knock in the distance; it came nearer and died away. "Perhaps there will be one in the morning," Marjory went on, but her voice faltered. In the morning! Another long, awful, sleepless night of hoping against hope, of maddening, steadily growing despair! Jim ehuddered. He was worn out, physically and mentally, and he felt as though he could not stand the sickening suspense longer. As he looked at his wife, her wan, changed little face, with its pale ghost of a smile, seemed to pierce his heart. A strange terrible, determined look settled round his mouth, but Marjory was leaning her curly head against his arm, and did not see his fac?. The room was quite dark now, but they were still standing at the window. For "a time Carrol was very still. Then he said : "I am very tired, Marjory, darling. I will lie down for awhile. Don't disturb me. I I didn't sleep last night" (nor for many nights, he might have added.) "But won't vou have a cup of tea first, Jim?" "No, I don't care for any." "A long sleep will do you good, denr," she said anxiously and caressingly, "You look dreadful !" "Yes," he answered in a strange, quiet voice; "a long sleep will do me pood." Then suddenly, "Kiss me, Marjory!" "Ah, my Town dear, disappointed boy!" she cried, throwing her arms around him. He held her to him tightly, and kissed her again and aeain. "Mv darling' he said hoarsely, "my own darling!" Then he let her go and went away. She heard him go upstairs and his footsteps echo in the rooms above. Marjory sat at the window for a long, long time, and watched tho stars grow brighter and clearer in the soft, dark sky. Somewhere in the distance a street organ was wailing out an old hackneyed waltz tune. It stirred her heart strangely. Fhe remembered dancing that waltz with Jim so very, very long ago it seemed long ago, like everything else that was bright and hopeful. Even Marjory's brave little heart was heavy to-night. What would become of them, 6he wondered. God only knew. The clock in a neighboring church tower boomed out on the night air, and as the last 6troke died aw ay there was a sharp knock at the door. It was the postman. Marjory took the one letter he held out to her, and, closing the door again she went back to the sitting room. With trembling fingers ßhe lighted the candle and examined the envelope eagerly. Yes, it was Mr. Lyle's handwriting! Marjory recognized it without difficulty, for it was a peculiar hand. With a beating heart she stole softly upstairs she did not take the candle, for fear of waking Jim, should he be asleep and peeped into the bedroom. All was still. In the pale starlight she could just make out the dim outline of his figure in the bed. "Jim!" ehe whispered. No answer. He was evidently asleep. Ah ! it seemed a pity to wake" him, 6he thought ; and, after all, perhaps, the letter held bad news. ho softly laid a shawl over him in the semi-darkness, and crept down stairs again. After looking at the fatal envelope for 60me time, she slowly opened it. She could not wait, and she knew Jim would not mind. In another moment she uttered a little, glad, involuntary cry, and her lips parted in a joyful, half-incredulous smile. Could it be possible ! Yes Jim's design had been selected as the best; the premium would be bis ! And this was not the only good news the letter contained; for Lyle went, on to say that he had heard of a vacant appointment, which he thought he could through his father's influence secure for Carrol. Marjory hid her face in her hands; for a moment the revulsion of feeling was almost too much. Then, in a passion of tears and thankfulness, she fell upon her knees. But she could only say : "Thank God! Thank God!" An hour passed. The moon was drifting among the stars and streaming in through the uncurtained w indow on Marjory's" face wet with happy tears. The candle had burned itself out. Ah, what a joyous waking Jim's would be! Should she lay the letter on his pillow to surprise him when he awoke? Or should she rouse him? Perhaps he was already awake. She lit a fresh bit of candle, and, still holding the precious letter, went upstairs. She laid the candle down just outside the bedroom door and entered very gently. How deadly still the room was! "Jim !" she" said softly. But Jim did not answer. How soundly he slept ! Marjory came nearer and bent over him in the throbbing darkness. The moon had hidden herself behind a solitary cloud. "Jim!" a little louder. Still that strange, weird hush. A vague fear stirred her heart. She did not even hear him breathe. What if he had fainted ! The moon sailed out again, illuminating part of the room, but leaving tho bed in deep shadow. "Jim, darling," leaning over him and lavini her arm across bis neck, "a letter

has come ! It is eickeninc terror she With a sudden stopped and raided herself, for sho felt that her elceve M as wet. Snatching up the candlo she held it over the bed, and by its flickering light she saw ah, dear heaven what did she eee? ot her Jim, surely! A white, dead face a dark, red fctainon the coverlet a ghastly wound and cold, nerveless lincvra, still holding what! Ah, cruel Jim. A lonir, shuddering cry ran out on the autumn night wild, agonized, despairing. A train and again it echoed. Then all was still. In the a-aylutu at there is a fair, slender woman, with solemn, child-like eyes and sunny hair. " "IIu.h 1" she says to the doctors every day, with lowered voice and uplifted finder. "Hush! Jim is asleep. 1 must not wake him. He is so tired, poor Jira! He does not know that the letter has come. Vou will take me to him, will you not? Not now but when ho awakes!" Unusual. Yale Record. De J "Tired, deah boy?" De R "Aw, beastly!" De J "Poen out late, eh?" De B Maw, been thinking!'' That's thfc Trouble, Time. Harry "I always pay as I go." Larn feelingly) le, but yon don't to!"

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