Indiana State Sentinel, Indianapolis, Marion County, 1 February 1893 — Page 5

THE INDIANA STATE SENTINEL, WEDNSSlU? 5I0HNIN3, FEßrUJATtY 1. 1593 TWELVE PAGES.

O o GQO O President "Will E. Sirawo, Montpelier, Ind. Firit Vice presideut lorreuce M. Jackson, Attthooy, Ind. Seeon. 1 Yiee-president Miss ;?ue C TaiSer, Kalons, la. Recording Secretary Mies Dora enner, Pleasatit-ave., Indiana oii, lud. Corresponding Secretary Miss Emma I Herker. Kmcr, 111. IretiuriT Mii Mary J. Kelley, Campbellstown, . Executive Committee Alor.zo Finley Jacobs, Greer.cast'e, lad.; ilünni A. Ciark. New J,aocaster, Ind.; V. S. Koke-do er. Montevallo, fo.; J. C.McPonald. Mdii.a,Tenn.; Mrs. J.F. i3arne, Llructoa Md'. W. Va. OUJKtTS. Sec. 2 of Article 1 of t'nmtit ition The ob-sct of the Howard literary dob is to ene-onrsge pure liremture,trer.8:then m ra'ity, establish sociability, inert-as a desire (or mind Iroprovemsnt and hterary attainments an J to extend tha work of reformation. mi-:mi'.eks. 6fC. 1 of Article - of Cors'.ituiion All perEs of good inoTitl character who are Interes.el in the objects of thia onr-jcization kud are willine to woik in accordiir.oe therewith are eligible to meinberli'p. We im-st e-rdially invite every one truly and tmeotupromiaingly interested iu our objeots to Join our cluh. Lettrrs of inquiry shnuhl be a Idressed the Corrjond:ng .Secretary with stum p. The Howard L teriry has neither salaried pfiicers mr contributors, end depen wholly ponNts oierit and principle for success. Members only are entitled to tha rare beuetts of our book, cat.ilogue. AH letters tor pub.ication must be carefully Written en one n ie of the r-rer only, accompanied by the writer's real iintae anJ address, as well a the iiom de plume, and plainly addressed Id the editor, C J. Stewart, SrENTlNfcl. Cie. iD'iirtDaj.oh-i. lud. Members in renewin subscription for Tnit fEMlXKI. will please be sir to snd fl to the Invar i I it-rrT '1 reasurer. a the c ub is allowed a raiii co:iuuir.siou. Due credit aud ' rorupt action guaranteed. iltmbtrs, in ss:.d:r.g their phntoi ta the d;tor for reproduction on this pae. mart send pom de plume, and also real iifiine and ad.irei.-i. 3 he latter will not bo published except by reQ?tt of tha sender. lhe annuftl tue 25 cent" mnt be sent to ILe treasurer by or before March 1. "AUNT POLLY" ABROAD. Her Adventures in the City nnl the Dinner at ;t Swt ll Hotel. In.n If. L. C. Like the nnlucky sixpence "Aunt IN iily" "allers anpearin' " rvhen leat expected. Tou'll soon got to look in' for her durin' Iba hottest or else the coldest weather. My, but ain't it bin cold tho I shut Ihe pantry door an' run a litt'e i!e stove to Veep the chill outin the milk and to help the cteam rise. And I hung the clothes ip in the chamber. It's orful bad on clothes to freeze stiff as a poker and then Pop in the wind. Hurts 'eni more'n a )iull winter's wear. "Creo Wav," jt bring ine th chair with them air red cushions, jnd I'll rest a.vh lea'i 1 tell of the visit I pa ia to the city and the dinner 1 ate at a frwell hotel. Jays Jonathan one mornin. "I believe I'll take a grist of feed over to P ; these re city in Hers take the grist and uive the toll, and over there they don't cheat afbl er out'eu his ee teeth, an' it'll be a trood chance fnr yoa to go as far as town and sefe Hezeker and Jerushy. I'il be gone moft all day and yoa can make a goo.1 viit." I'd bio wantin' to go and eee Hszekier and Jerushy fur quite a spell and this was too good a chance to let t-lip. fcro I put on my best clothes, for rxy ßieca and nephew are real stylish and tony, though they are a'lers trood to their Aunt Folly and never 'pear to be shamed of her. 'Med of ksepin' home like enterprisin' young folks orter they rent two roon.s in a big houee and board Vith the family. They do eay aa how it ia cheaper than keepin' hou.-e, aud I 'spore it is for them, but the money that went Into what ehe calls her Lrick-a-braw wou'd have gone a Ion.; way toward furnishing a neat litt e home. Hut it'.s none p' my business what they do and I don't know but I like Jerushy lest as well in a trai in' lay gown ul wou'd in a gingham 'rapper. When the eleish stopped Jerushy came ir ay down to the gate. "i tbot I knew thm biz grays." she led. "My, Aunt I'olly, you ain't lost eny of your grtt or you wouldn't be out such a day aa to id. but come rite in. I'm arfullr glad to see you. We'll have euch a visit." And I ted you we did have a visit Finiebv ab and: "You know we don't take our mea'a in the bouse eny more, but go down to the U hotel." "take alive," sed I, "What' that fur?" "Oh, Mrs. J got tired keeping boarders and turned us all out." "Laud sake," sed I. "I ahou'dn't think you'd like that, specially such cold weather as this itf." "Oh, I don't mind the weather," sea ihe, "and the walk gives me a good appetite." I begun to wish I hsden't come, far I bated to go to that big hotel to dinner. About fifteen minutes ba'ora it wis time to etart llezekier came in, and euch a huj M3 he allers .rives his aunt I'olly. Sea he: "I saw Johnithan drive past the store and I thot mebby I'd find yoa here. You'll go to dinner with as?" "I 'spose go or go without." I sed. "Of course, yoa won't do that. The iralk is not much and the dinner is good," Aa it wimn'i far, I yot alon? without my cane. I didn't want to 'tract eny more 'tention than was necessary. The dinner hour was from 12 to 1 :.iO. Some boarders were ju.t gom' oat and some juet comia' in. We went in and sat down at a little tab'e by ourselves. No one seemed to notice that the Petersen had compaov. I don't know how many tables there were, but a lot of 'em,-and five waiter girls, all dressed in white or very liht dresses and short white aprons. They were all pretty, with the prettiest banirs I ever saw on a mortal creturs head. And whatever they were oa their fset I can't Uli. lux thsy

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O JO o GOOJO o o o O CD DQ jo moTd aboat withont maTcin' a bil of nois. Fur the first course we had chicken eonp. While we were catiu' this we studied the bill o' fare and chose what we'd have next. There was baked trout, 5,'Ot I'm "o orful pertic er how ray fi-h is baked I didn't dare take that. Tdere were three kinds of beef and four of potaters. I never eat any roast or biled beef. I wanted mushrooms, but thsy went with a tenderloin of beef, f-o I contented mvbtlf with biied ham, mashed potaters, succotash and were crackers, bread and ery on the tabU, too. "Now, what'll you hava coi.'ee. There butter and eelfor depsert?'' enid Jerushy. ' Ifere are three kinds of pie and assorted cake." -Oh," e?d I, "it I've pot to eat env more let it be somethin' very licht." Well, here is charlotte ruse and orange cream, how will that do? I lkd the charlotte well enuiY but cin't fay tiiurh fur the TUBe," and the orange cream was jest a elice of orange cut into four pieces and covered with custard. There were fruits too, but we diln't care fur any. I didn't notice at first that there were green peas or I'd had some o' them. Now I '.-pose I've made you all hunary. "Mazy Mascot," when I saw your pictur rny first thot wa. 'Vases alive if he aini a boy 'ated of a irirl;" my nsxt thot was, "what a site of truhble it must have bin to keep him outea mischief when he was a yountar. How you do talk, "Annmore," I remember the grapevine swinz, but it was the other girl who lifted you out. I never harmed a hair of your head in my life. If you have a bald ttpot on the top of your cranium you can't lay it to me. I hate wild grappa now as bad at in th old days. How ..lly Tane used to craunch 'era down. It makes me shiver yet to thiok of it. f was poin' to tell some of my experience with spooks and s:ch, butit is getlin' late, and I will take my broom stu-k and away. Jan. ÜÖ. "At NT l'l.LLY." A PLEASANT OCCASION. Two or the ( !nl l-iEh Itule Around nnd Altout Green"atl. Dear II. L. C. Fkif.ni I will undertake to tell you of a very pleasant visit I ma le yesterday, and the nice time I had with Mr. Alonzo P. Jacobs, the chairman of our executive committee. As the winter tenn of school was out and we had a few days of vacation I thoazht I would run down and spend a few hours with a member of our club, the di.-ttance be n only some twenty miles southwest of this place. On arriving at Oreencastle I found that it whs nearly a half-uiüe to th business part of town. Going to the postotlice and inquiring for him I was directed to the clerk's oiHcd and from there to the auditor's ollice, where I found him at a desk hard at work. As he was very busy we made arrangement to meet a little after noon and I left him, spending the next two hours with one ot my feliowstudents, walking around through the town. When I came back to the office he was not there, but it was not long ti.l he can e, when we went to the restaurant and had dinner, after which we went to a livery stable where there was a hoise and sleigh waiting for us and the next two hours we spent in sleigh riding. He took me all over the city; past the college buildings ot Del'auw university, seven in number. The West college and the Science hall, two large brick buildings, one three and the other four stories high, stand on a block west of the avenue surrounded by a very beautiful group of trees. Across the street in front of these buildings ia the east collect building, a three-story brick above the basement, and has a tower in which iä situated a large clock. There is a grove of young trees surrounding this building. Oi course all this was covered up in fifteen inches of snow, but ono could half way realize the extreme beauty of the place in Bumtuer or fail. Across the street east of the old building is the ladies' dormitory and music hall two large brick buildings. And farther south on the avenue ia the theology build ing or t iorence hall, a new three-story building, and last ia McKiin's observatory, which is on the opposite side of the town, below which there is soon to be planted a Urge park and a lake constructed. He also pointed out many places of interest and residences of some of thj best people; among them was that of John Clark Kidpath, the historian. Crofsing ttie Vandalia road, which has a very nice little depot, we went south past the place w here the Greencastle nail works was situated before it was moved to Muncie, hid .after natural gas waa found ISeyond this on the hill on the east side of the road is rorest MiL ce-netery on a level with or perhaps higher than the city, from which one can obtain an excellent view of the city lying to the north and extend ing fully nii:e in length from west to eat; a eo of the college buildings, which present a fine appearance from here. The cemetery itself id a d' acb of great beauty to the visitor, consisting of a grove of cedar and evergreens intermingled, with which are beautiful tomb stones of various shapes and designs. There is alao several large vaults. and several fountains and not far from the center is a soldiers monument com posed of marble, a aratue of a warrior per naps somewhat larger than li:e size, sitting on a column which rests on two square foundation stones. And along the drive-way there are several repre senta tions of cannon poised on a rock base ment. Of course all the beauties of sum mer and fail were covered with ice and snow but I thought what a sublime and beautiful place it must be in the many charms of autumnal days. Heturning to the city we drove back to where we had started. We then went around to 'his home, where I became acaualnted with his

mother, a very pleasant lady, and was very highly entertained for the remainder of the time. At 5 o'clock it came time for me to leave and he went with me to the train, which soon came, and then we Lade adi u. He had a few H. L. CL photos, among which were those of "Howard" end Mrs. Barns. I find Mr. Jacobs to be a genial, common-sense, practical man, just the man for the position he has. I am the first member that be has ever feen, and can say that we have in him a brother indeed ; a co worker, and one that is much interested in club work and ü desirous of greater advancement. I de.nre to say to "Orphan Carrie" or any other new members who have crare thinking of joining our club, that you are welcome. We have a grand organization, promptingna, or should prompt us, tothe useful ard good work which our motto places beiore us. You wid never regret time or money spent with as, hut. on the other hand, it will be a source of very great D'easure and benefit not only to yourself but to all who :i.ay read. Perhaps I had best draw to a close and leave some epace for other?, wbich I will do before I weary anyone. Adieu. Your H. L. C. friend, "Iven FtRN." Danville, Ind., Jan. 21. ATHEISM.

How It Appears to "Hnwkeye's" Mind from Various standpoints. It is impossible that the idea of the existence of God is a fantasy, born of the imagination of man, born of a clod of dirt, lighted only by the eternal darkness of chaos; whose highest thought, deepest knowledge and wisdom, in the product of the chemical cauldron of our world. It would make our life worse than nothing, our faith, hope, love, sympathy, and all we can see or feel, or hear, or think, an inconceivable cheat, palmed o:I" on the human race by the demon "chemical force," "the fortuitous concourse of atoms." If this is true no person should ever tell it. It can do no go d and would not pay for telling. We should write of faith, hope and love, peace, joy and happiness w ith (Jod, on earth, in heaven above, in the boundies universe, now nnd ever more. To write of athe:aia is a tahk I tried to avoid, but it ia preyed on me, little as I feel inclined or capable of preeenticz its weakne and tolly. It ia the most illog;chl idea that ever entered the mind of man. Life from no life, thought from no thought, something from nothing, a universe ot cyphers, standing for the number of every thing that is. Mind force creating ali variety of being, filling all ruin is, supplying all thought, ali atlVction, all aspiration, faith and hope, and all this to cheat and b ight the lives of ttu se created. It can not be. Man can not be all a fantasy, his lite an illusion. A thousand decillion of chances in a chance w.-rld could not create a gnat, to eay nothing of creating a man. And the same number oi chances coa.u not give it power to produce after ita kind; it would take S3 many chances to create every other one or any other form of being. If liuu.an rear on can solve the problem oi how Min i, thinkles, chemical force could create, it must be done by mathematical calculation. baed on the number of chance- nothing has of turning itself into something. Of no being, noshing, producing a 1 beim: And after all creatures wvre scattered over the earth and in the sei and lite established, what a stupendous ti.ira.ue it would take to supply mind, thought, feeling, atiection, aspiration, hope an 1 fear, faith and love. It would be 6 great a to create a god and set him to work an rn!r of the u ni verae. And human reason staggers worst of all atlhe impossibility of figuring out the miracle that produced the thought of immortality, if it is all a lie and a cheat. What malicious meanness it would be to put in man g.ioh a l-tv.'ing, loving, hopeful idea of imuiorUiuy that never was to be realized. There can be no mode of reasoning that can possibly bring us into the id-vi of t-o many amazing miracles na wouid have to be performed by blind force. It wo lid be billions upon bihions of times m.ire unreasonable than all the stori s of minifies ever told on earth. It is beyond the power of perception, or conception; no mortal tau conceive it to be true or reasonable-. In fact, there could be no truth and no reason. The univerne would benothing but a stupen Ihouh lie. The. mind id dazed, the reasoning faculties exhausted, figures obliterated aud calculation destroyed. If we could grasp tho universe and till the immensity of space with hgurfad they would fail to ex press the mirach-a it wou.d take to bring the idea oi a God out of a being made bv a clod, and lasten the hope ot immortalitv in him. and rivet it in his deepest consciousness, weave it into 'his being by all the hope, sympathy and love man posserses, when it stands alone like ti e sphinx in the desert, the most etupeu dotis lie in the universe. No human mind can grasp nor com preheud the possibility of this lie of lios nor the miracles that brought it out of cboas. if man lives no more after this life, ii there is no God. No, we can not reason nor figure out the number oi chances in a chance world it would take to create man and invest him with all his powers, his thoughts, his svmuathies, hopes and tears and place in hi in 8uch high aspirations for a God, a heaven and im mortality, when it never was. never could be; and the thought of these are all illusions, fancied born of nothing and go to nothing. If a man can figure it out he can cut off an endless number of ligures aud have enough left to demonstrate how blind force can just as easily make the God, the heaven and the immortality to satibiy the craving it created in man. This would be no more unreasonable than to create the being, to entertain the hope a"nd desire to enjoy it, and then dash it to pieces. If the idea of an infinite God is a mystery and taxes our power of comprehension, to suppose it is a foolish fancy, nothing but a delusion, taxes it a thousand times as much, is immeasurably greater and farther from our faculty of reason. It is impossible to suppose that all we see and feel and bear came of itself by nothing, nothing, nothing, out of nothing an 1 goes to nothing. Of all the wild stretches of fancy that ever entered the mind of uiau ; of ali the incredible beliefs that was ever held by a human being, the belief of the athei.-t taxes credulity the most and bewilders reason the worst. In fact It wipes out reason, judgment, faith, hope, love, honor, truth and everything else but phantasy, delusion and worse than devilish chemical force. It makes intelligence an impo-si-bility, reaeon aud ecience a myth, destroys the very foundation of all goodness, truth, virtue, honor, purity and love, so that the.e is no du'.v nor proof to establish nything. Existence itnelf is a chemical nothing and knowledge nowhere. There can be no laws nor principle in nothing, no matter how many you imagine there are. There u no foundation for reason, based on eternal lioneotity; we mutt have eome pre mine to start on, and an eternity of negatives, or vacuity does not give it. Reason is blown away by the cycione of delusions and lies manufactured by chemical force; and to be consistent atheists, seeingall hope dead, faith destroyed, reason and judgment dethroned, he mast believe man is no more today than he was in the eternity of nothiogn-s. He started in and ends in birth an eternity of chaos and nothing behind him, and an eternity of non-ex

istence before him. Mau cannot pry theee eternities apart to admit even a momentary existence. So it is as reasonable to say man has no existence as to say he exists only a few moments by blind force and goes into nothing. Atheism is a no reasoning nothing, a negation, a no life, state not even in the bounds of imagination. A oiyth, intangible and unapproachable by man, for as soon as he approaches it he is sw pt away from his moorings, and no anchor or cable to hold him. And yet people tell us they think it is so. But thinking is au action of a mind, an intelligent being which could not be, considering the eternal vacuity of thought, before and alter the assumed intelligence they suppose exists now. It sweeps away the poseibiiity of existence and action being produced by unthinking, insersible matter. And it is most likely that no one on earth ever was or ever will be an atheist, in reality, by any course of reasoning or mental action. "IIawkeye." THE PACE THAT KILLS.

Are We Not Driving Ahead Too Itapldly "ow-n-dny!? Many foreigners have warned us of the danger engendered by our fast living. They say we are going at "the pace that kills." We are in what some great minds have denominated as "a railroad and electric age." The word distance has in a camber of instances become meaningless. Impossibilities have been assigned to the domain of legend and wonderful accomplishments are wearing the crowns of the laurel and the oak. The mighty forces of nature which awed and enthralled us are now the obedient slaves of our will and ingenuity. Philosophers and the gr.-at eenrs and solvers ot thought and specu'fdion have noted all the glory and beneiicient manifestations of our traditionary period and have app'auded when they shw us safeir pass a scylla or chary bdis as the mighty sea of commerce and manufacture, yet their minds have not been without anxious suspense when they saw us suddenly disappear beneath a huge wave on the stormy sea of experience, omy to their utter consternation to again boh up serenely in the distance. It has hen a ra e. a mad race: like a wi d Mazeppa dashing down the mountain sde we have struggled onward in the rac after fame and money. Nor have ve stopped to count the cost. But these same philosophers who have appi.tu led our w oiuie -fill teats, who hava tremulously watched us succeed, have not bv any means made this tne eole point of their observation. Every detail has been recorded, -very deviation from "previous established criterion" has been noted, and every new innovation regifetured. So that now, weighing us inttie baia'iro. they are capable to at least approximately point out where, the eand of friction is mixed with the oil tnat lubricates the wheels of civilization &nd thus eradual.y grinding away the axle of life. Distinguished writers declare this the age of nervousness the period when the civil, zed race will enter upon the ttage of deterioration. "Our lunatic asylums," liiey claim, "are tilling up at a frightful rate; women erstwhile plump and rosv are growing psl and emaciated, children formerly joyous, sorightly, strong and vigorous, are becoming debi itated, weak r.nd unhappv. Business men are engines of perpetual worry and victim, of in-so-i nia. The s ocial life has Income a whirl of nerve-disordering excitemnt; cdies are clamerous with the distraction of railroad trallic, manufacture and all bustling a airs 'that destroy repose and hinder quiet." No longer can we appreciate the io an und Greet virtues of luxurious ease and heaithvua izing repose. Peace, health and the n-renity of old aje are hartersd at ruinous and dirfcouut rates to hasten the destructive pestilence of weal h. Accompanied by the direful neurasthenia classifying an endleps array of nere ills we spin a ong with fearful volocity, os it were, over the amooth and glas-y eurfnee, and with a wild erraticism bordering on madness. We have lost all rcpect for causion, c.re aud precedent. A who's life is i Towdod into a decade, and to grow tired of a mundane cxi.-tanco before wo have tasted its bitter sweet. No wonder that dibear-es are muitipiying faster than doctors can classify them and that brilliant careers are cut hört by premature paralysis, insanity and death. Nature never ullowa a breach of its laws to go unpunished, as an artificial exaiUtion of mind ha3 a compensating, miserable depression so that extraordinary wast of vitality is followed by corresponding disease. If we wish to check this great lost of extra strength we must curtail our pace of livinc. Instead of rnsl'.im- dnr'.rtcr mprv conceivable hour after business as fully, I we must give no more time to sleep, the proper digestion of food, und healthy recreation. Nor is this all, Our great anxiety fur gain has not altogether been the fruit of natural longing. We have stimulated our natural desires by artiheial ones.' All kinds of tonics, narcotics and opiates have been resorted to, to excite already hicsl strung nerves with its resultant evil. We are physical and mental rocks totally unfit to properly perform the functions necessary for the propagation of the race. That the discontinuance of the us-of drugs, the proper utilization of th laws governing the use of food, air and raim nt. coupled with the abolishment of the pneumatic tire and kiteshaped track gait, w:ll have beneficial results we will not dispute.but that it cannot accomplish all that is necessary to bring us back to the firm old Anglo-Savon footing of yore is equally clear. Gazing backward we see a world enshrowded in darkness where once discoursed the savants of leaning on the immortality of the soul. Why is this so? Why were these people comparatively swept from the lacn of the earth? Forbid it that our fate be the same. Pollick. Ft. Sheridan,' III., Jan. 25. GOOD AND BAD LUCK. "Irsnhoe" Answers Several Members Who alletl Ilm Down Kaventl). D;:ar H. L. C. Fkiexds Some time ago I wrote a communication on good and bad luck aud it seems there were exceptions taken to my opinions by "Evening Star," "Ardya" and several others, and they gave me to understand that if I did not prosper in the world it was due to try mismanagement and a want of proper pluck, and someone tail there was no such thing an luck. Now I think that luck an 1 pluck co together. But there can be such a things bad luck when you use all the pluck you have, or in other words it is either good or bad fortune, fo powerfu.ly does fortune sway the destinies of men, that bv putting a si ver spoon in one's mouth and a wooden one iu another that some of our most sagacious men in the past seemed to be inclined to regard luck as the first element in their worldly sueV cess. For experience, sagacity, energy and enterprise amount to nothing if coupled to an unlucky star. And how else can it be if it is not by a freak of fortune (or luck) that some men are enriched and made famous without any exertion and while others with ten times the capacity and knowledge are kept at the bottom of the ladder ? There are several reasons to show that there is such a thing as luck in this world. An unskillful commander sometimes wins a victory and

again a famous warrior finds himself defeated. Some of the ekillfulest tea captain's lese everv ship they said in, others less experienced never lose a spar, opne men's houses take fire an hour Iter the insurance expires; others never insure and are never "t ' ned out. Some of the shrewdest men v. liave, with indefatigable industry sr.d tne closest eronmy, f il to make money; others, with apparently none of the qualities that insure success, are constantly blundering into profitab'e speculations, and Midaalike, touch nothing but it turns to gold. And why is it that sailors cling to port on Friday, and weigh anchor on Sunday? Because they believe in good and bad luck. Why did the ancients build a temple to fortune, consult oracles, and venerate white stones rather than black ones? What magio makes the third time more lucky than the rest? Thero is but one answer to all these questions. Because one and all believed in fortune, chance, luck, call it what you will -fate i' you wish to. The race is not always to the 6wift, nor the battle to the strong. But chance happens to all men. I believe this Is about all I will advance on the theory of luck in our lives, but I hope to h?ar from others and express your-elvea freely and don't be afraid of oilending. 1 am much it tereBtod in the letters on our page and let us one and uli endeavor to keep the page full and keep up the good work. The advice of our worthy president was good. I am fuliv

with "Tycho" in regard to a directory. I-et us have one by alt means. I am not adiair.ed to own to my name and I don't caro who knows that I am a member oi the H. U C With good wishes to all,. I am, yours in II. L. C. bonds . "IvA.vtx-;." Monroe, Ind., Jan. 23. "TREASURED GEMS." Seierted from the I'nv;es Writers by "Comet" of Missouri. Kinp IIowakd Fiuenps I have been called the president, to select end eend to the page such a part of the nianv letters written by the contributors as I may see fit. Such selections have been termed "Treasured Gems." Indeed 6uch they are, for I shall endeavor to select only what will suit all, if it is possible. "I have heard it said by pome to let bygones be by-gones, forgotten with the past; but in this work I cannot entertain such an idea, for I have a deep desire to reach back into days that are gone and pluck of the wheat, binding together the rich goins, making a sheaf to be submitted for our benefit collectively." "The humblest cottage, when lit ud by virtue, wid leave a lasting inn-ressiun upon the minds of those who go forth from the fhelter of its roof to encounter tho responsibilities and porils of life, und often and often will come back to the heait the longing for the good old times to return thu (leys of yore, when many happy hours were tpent in a lovely cottage home, whero deception and the craving to excel w aa no part of their practice." Vditiliit. "How many of us can testify to the truth contained in those lines which 'Camilla' has fcdven us. Ah. yes; we can all sing with one accord, bo it ever so humbe'e, there is no place like home.'" "Heme! that blessed wuid. It is the placo where father, mother, brother and sinter all mingle together in trie bonds of tru -i love which biuda the home together. Many of our great men were reared in an humble cottage home. Although they may occupy the highest place that can be attained, thoughts of, and longings for the otar old home will come to them. ' Glancing over the great history of our own country we Eee many namee of those who have left their 'footprints on tho sands of time;' end if we were to name our own great men who were pre-eniiucntlv self-mado we would Lava a long list. Had Franklin not aimed and intended a'wavs to make bimse f a scholar, and had he not loved knowledge, his name would never have beeoine the household word tiiat it is. 'Happy Joe.' 'Footprints on the sands of time.' Let ua ponder here for a moment. To what conclusion have wo arrived at? Are we leaving an impression on tha sand of time? Will our deeds nnd actions be such that, when we are taking cur lest long sleep, they wid be worthy of imitation by those who may look upon our life in aller years? "As the development of human character, keeping pace with the growth of the i physical part, bears a close analogy to the i tree and the shadow, we can in j a similar vein of thought conclude i that as any little scar, bent or bruise in- ; liicted on the sapling will leave its mark 1 on the full grown tree, so any blemish or I imperfection in tb character of the youth t will show itself ia the character of the man. ' - 'i-i - i : i ? , . l . i 7 mo hut eaa is easny iif in or iroaeu. It may be troddun down with the greatest ease. But behold it when it is grown th'j "monarch of the forest " The united eliorts of many men would not phase it, It will rdand the storms of many summors, and come out in the end victorious. Then we cun say the oak is symbolical of the youth and man. The youth can be early influenced. As the oak he can be bent with the greatest ease; but when he ia grown his nature is of determination, and whatever had been the training of the youth, wilt be the type of man, "In this life the scorching sands burn my feet; cherished hopes lie dead, never to bloom into reality, and fond ambitions lie perished. May angels pass by and whisper low and sweetly that loved name of Jesus. "Then my sky will have a gem." "The midnight will be turned into morning, and 1 can realize that beautiful verse, "Be still and know that lam God," "Strange Mary" the thotns, too. that are thickly strewn along our pathway are eevere to our bleeding feet. We who have been sailing through the isles of time, until we have arrived at the stage of maturity, have long sinee learned that life's pathway is not alone strewn with rosea, but thorns also will be found ut the most trying points. But let us ever keep in memory the One who was compelled to wear a crown of thorns. God was with Him, no will He bo with us in our dark and gioomv hours. Then "Be t-till and know that I am God." - "Man cannot forever exidt in tho flesh. He must needs go down to death and the grave, and if he lias not attained the spiritual and immortal spark and hope of life, by which to conquer death and darkness, he is lost, and his life's truest object has bean sacrificed. It seems to me the greatest object of our lifo ia to live and labor through the common and every day detai's of life, ro that our lue may bo of a lasting benefit to those around us and a glory to ourselves Jim IF. t'trn. "If a man canno'. always exist in the flesh, if lie must meia go down to death and the grave, then why, oh, why do we eo often tremble when we think . that we must go down to the grave? Instead ot trembling we should rejoice, for the grave makes it possible for us, through it, to enter into a life of bliss where the perplexities known by us in this life will be unknown. The grave is a renting place where we shall reot from all our labors aud cares, where the song of a bird or the settling of an enemy caunot break the stillness. And we have the assurance that, though we may go down to the grave a natural body, we shall come forth a spiritual body. We can then ask: "Oh, grave where is thy victory? Oh, death where ia thy sting?" "The gravel It buries every error, covers every defect, extinguishes every re

sentment. From its peaceful bosom spring cone but fond secrets and tender recollections. Wo can look upon the grave even of an enemy and not feel a compunctious throb that should ever

have warred with the poor handln; of earth that lies mouldering before him." "Advance." When we wander through the cemetery our spirit will undergo a Bolemn change because we are in the "citv of the dead." "We will pause and read the name on a gravestone. Our hearts are tad when we remember the one who is sleeping be neath iL Deeds performed while in ac tive life are remembered, and, though it should be the grave of an enemy, we will rierhapa there, over the little mound, his st resting place, numerate many good traits which had remained unnoticed until the call came to him. Let us remember while in this silent city, though we have the power to leave it when we see fit, the time will come when we, as those now resting there, will be taken there by friendly hands to remain until the great and final call. "Where honor rules there rules with him the queen and partnerof his dominion, his fair bride purity. Love is the very tie that binds together the family. It is charity that casts the mantle of eilence over our neighbor's faults, that flies to the defense of the absent w hen assailed ; that is eager to learn and tell the good about another, and that harbors no malice or thought of evil." J. II. Wnltm. Kind friends, the above was taken from that grand aldress by Brother J. II. Walters, pastor of the methodist episcopal church, to those assembled at the reunion. In this address how thoroughly was our motto analyzed. I would not attempt to comment on that grand address, for it is complete within itself. Would be p eased to see a contribution from Brother W alters each month. We may, if we will, gain that land of endless bliss beyond the skies. Oh, if we could but realize the shortness of life! Life is, as it were, a dream. Its time is short; and oh, dear friends, while we have life and opportunity let us live a Iife that will be pleasiug in the sight of God. Let us make our peace with Him. for so on yes, very soon we ehall be called to appear before the great judge to give an account of the deeds done in this life. C'-m.t. The foregoing was suggested to the mind of . "Comet" by the death ot a Howard brother. Blessing ßueh an occasion as he did, how vividly did he show forth our duy to God. Death. The termination of life forever snatches our privilege to attend to our duty we owe to our God. The time wib com, dear associates, when the privilege of fulfilling our duty will be withdrawn from us. Then, oh then! w hut wil be our portion? When it is eai 1 that time shall be no more with us, and when the curtains of death gently close their perhaps untimely folds around us can we say, welcome death, ail ia well? or will we tremble w ith the thought of being brought before the august judge to there answer for th way we had conducted ourselves while on probation here? Kind friends, in the reproduction ot these selections the utmost care will be taken that no mistakes occur, but if there should I beg of your indulgence. My next monthly collection will fo.low op a ditferent line of thought. My selections will not be so long as in this, and without comments as I occupy too much valuable space with my comments. Wishing all success aud happiness, I am your H. L.' C. brother, "Comlt." Monlivallo, Mo., Jan. 21. A NEW COMER. 'Margie Fltdi' Srrks a Welcome from Members of the Club. To the Ii. L. C I have been an admirer of the many good letters and their well-worded thoughts to the page for quite awhile and hare often thought I would write, but I knew then asi do now, that there are enough members who are gifted who more than fill the page every week, so I thought best to give way to the more worthy. What a grand, ennobling and elevating intluence the page wields! No one can read it without being greatly benefited. The old year with all its joys and eorrows, prosperity and adversity, sunshine and shadow, has departed into the realms of the past never to be recalled and we are now journeying in the new. We have turned another clean page in the book of life. The past we know ; the future lies before us a mystery. What it will bring to us none know. Many are the errors we see on the past blotted leaf, but let it be a warning for the coming page. How many of us have written godliness, integrity, politeneg.seltreliance aud temperance at the top with a strong determination to live up to them, live better, nobler lives than we have in the past? Let ua say something, every day to lighten the burdens of some fellow-being. How important it is that we should be zealous in our e! oris to do good end be good, when we realize how much of sorrow and privation, misery and sufiering there is around us. "Winnie Weste," I would be glad to exchange photos with you. Our homes are in the same btate but quite a distance apart. "Iven W. Fern," write often. I have always liked your letters, and if 1 dared, would ta eem you as an unknown friend. Will any cne welcome "Margie Fitch." Waynesburg, Ind., Jan. HO. liolce 1'ar NU-nte. One soft, bright dny la the spring time, Whfn natura was all aglow, With the fluh of her firt glad triumph O'er wlub.-r's frot sod snow, I aat bf the open window, liriokingln the fragrant air, . btorioic my fleeting mansions With treasures quaint and rare. But I fuml-hed with regal splendor My brautilul castle in S-'pa n. Whl e nature with vo.ee of music. Kept time to a sweet refrain. W ben all atonee in tha ditancs. Like the thrill of a nesting bird. As it fluttered nearer aud ncarsr, A sweet little voice 1 heard. And, "l es hurt my band, my grandma j Turn quick to baby, d.ar," tVa ling out in the 4ilance, Fi.cti pitiful sob a tear. Away from my castle window. ut through the stately ha 1, Heeding not the sunshine. As it lall on lb luarole wall. , Pawn by the little bloiom, TL pretty round band in min, Is'ottng only the tear drc.pn Ia the soft bluj eyes that shins. Words and soft caresses. The tiny wounds soon heal, While, ripples of joyous laughter O'er the baby features ateaU And I thought tbs lyrle of arti a Was sweeter though fraught with paia. Than I loo Far Meat Dulling lbs heart and brain. Mrs. B, E. Smith. Uraoklya, Mich. Ttltie Kyes Afraid of Ghosts. To the H. L. C. Club May I enter into your well furnished parlor this cold and windy day? I have been reading the Ut ters on the page for over a vcar. My father has taken The Sentinel for about four years and 1 have always been inter ested tn tha ist Urs. w u we is " Ida.

she hasn't appeared on the page for a Ions time, and "Farmer G;rl ?" I am alwayt interested iu your letters about feed ing pig.8, eto. "Orphan Carrie," you are welcomed by me. Your letter was very good. I always did think, too, thai "Mazy Mascot" w as a girl. "Aunt Sue." why do you not writ? 1 aiways was interested in your letters. "U l'hrates" gives some very useful hints in caring for dumb animals. Oh, 1 forgot to teil you I was a little girl only eleven years old. "Winnie Weste," I am afraid of ghosts. Yours respectfully. Bixe Eyes. Attica, Ind., Jan. 27. To the Discontented. The bent of h.fe U in livin? just, Ani h.d ling your eye to see the bsV And knowing t'tst out of common dut tied lashi.u J you and all tLe rail. B gave you heart, lie ;ave yoi hand, To do and dare, and brain to think. And will you aland ou Ilia fa r and od etil it ).-iruotiou'a brink: And will you walk in a land of biceaa With a ky of azure tint o'erbssd. And read a sign of an af j1 doom In what a Matter's love has if road T Or wl'.i you tread with love of tiod. And find a brauty hidd a deep In gU.itsning dew on matted sod, W bei lovely vtsiona keap. Thst man that owns half a state. With all, ia no better off th n yoa. For be must bow to tu Bvlfsaiu tatWith you will pais the great rsTisv, And would you pardon ask of htm. Who tnter. d lifa as you Lav dons. For oping your own brain and limb Got tptaks for every one. The rklWt palace that you may find Is rightfully your own earthly home If, houett with ail your aarthiy kind, Th fruits ot your iator ao aUould c -mni And the purest air the wind may bru.4 11 ons to you ia 1 belong to ma And 0 It is with everything Ood siiii that iui.1i should bs. Cod speaks to earth in a heavy voice: by My owa will are you living now! I gave you siLt that you tul;ht re;o ca. And train to reason tbo ru-ht below j I spread My grasses on the lea, I planted My tree upon the hill, And why will you stid contrary be To you.- own Creator'a will?

The best of Iii- is in livlrg hist. And holding your eve to bee tbs bestj And knowing lht out of common dust tiod fashioned you and all the rest He said no word in a;oloies When placing yoa upon this earth And would you dare to touch your kcS?s To one ei a 1 )?ser worth? - "BEDorrw Act Well Your Tart. 'All the worli's a t:u'e and all the men an women merely player." jsiUktrMaitK. Tis even eo ; and yet, taetbiuks th I Sometimes have b-en asuned a harder part Than natura ever meant tu to supply. Don't wonder, then, if, 'Iwixt the aet I lgh. And pauo to soothe my wearr, atioing heart. The world's a staze, and yet how often tre In vain look fur app'ause and swe text flowers! How vfien in the play ot "life" we see The laareli that we're tolled for earnestly Plucked qui. kly by another hand than ourst Ab, then, how sa t is that poor actor's state, Who, tho' he strive to civs bis lines a show. Still f uds that, by the cm-1 band of Fate, lie never iu th.it role will be cailed great. And his true self the w orld will Lever know. But the old bird ba girrn vou this cue, "Act nc'il your par.," and doing this, may ha, Wli. n you ar called above who kntwg but you Can then exp a'n "He:enaV' any n tru 'How hif , y some o'er otfc'r some ran be." TVet Point, Ind., Jan. CJ, l.i:. "YOU HAVE GOT TO OIL" Charles Ilohsmon Shot and Killed George Doones Near Yiucenucs. Vixcenxes, Jan. 20. Special. Charles Bohamcn this evening shot and instantly killed Georg Doanes. The murderer and his victim were farm hands, and sought the favor of ao estimable young lady, Miss Sallie Madden, living in the vicinity of the tragedy, thirteen miles below this city. Doanes was returning from the young lady's house. when he was accosted by his rival. Bobamon, with the remark: "Well, George, you have got to die." Bohamon pulled a revolver from his pocket and fired two bullets into bis vic tim, one snot taking ellect in the left eye and the other penetrating the heart. After commlttina the deed l'oharuon calmly surveyed the prostrate form of his victim and as the neighbors gathered about the dead body tho murderer seated himself on a fence and began whittling a stick with a coolness that was amazing. Subsequently he sought refuge at bis home and swore that he would not be taken a ire. Word of the killing reached here lute tonight and the sheriff and a posse went down to capture the murderer. Considerate Women. London Society. An entercrising young lady who was one of the first amateur exponents of the gentle art of ekirt dancinz in Public has just opened a ladies' club iu Grafton-st to which whisrer it low, lest Mrs. Grundy bear men are also to be admitted! It is to be very "select and respectable," and yet eminently social, eo let the London "mixed" clubs hide their diminished heads while Ire and ltads the way. You should just see the liet ot illustrious patronesses. Only au Inc.tleiil, IFlmira Ga7tte.J Chicago editor (wrathfullr to a new reporter) "Why have you called this wedding a brilliant event, sir?" Keporter (timidly) "Why, sir, wasn't it brilliant?" Chicago Editor "That is not the point, younif man. A wedding to a Chicago man ia not an event, sir ; it is an incident." Tried to Please. Street A Smith's Good Newa 1 Little Dot "Mamma, Mrs. Yan Twilter has two little bits of babies an ono is a boy an' one i a girl." Mamma "They are twins." Little lot (after rellectioa) "Mrs. Van Twiiler doeen't talk very good English an' I e'pos the 'Merican angels couldn't understand w'ich kind she wanted." SileiK-int; Complaint. V. Wrekly. Fervant "Please, mum, the boarders complained that the eteak was tough this inorniug." Mrs. Slimdiet "Too bad. Give them liver tomorrow." Servant "And they want maple sirup for their griddle cakes." Mrs. trlimdiet Umit the griddle cakes." Her Brother Testifies. Street A Smith's Good N-ws. Mr. Nicefello ( play fully) "What makes your ears &o big?" Small Terror "Sin pulla 'era like everything every time I tell on er." Force of Habit. X. Y. Weekly. Magistrate "How came yoa to run oves those- people?" Street Car Driver "Please, sir, I used to drive a beer wagon." Are free from all crude and irritating matter. Concentrated medicine only, very email ; ay to take; no pain; n griping. Carter's Little Uvm Fill.