Indiana State Sentinel, Indianapolis, Marion County, 18 October 1893 — Page 5

THE INDIANA 5TATE SENTINEL, 'WEDNESDAY lOHNTNG, OCTOEEIT 18, 1893 TTVELTE PAGES. .

officers. President Will B. Strawn, Moneller, Ind. . , First Vice-President -Torrence M. Jackson. New l.ancaster, Ind. Second Vice-President Miss Sue C. Parleer. Kalona, la. , Recording Secretary Miss Dora Wcnner, f'leasant-ave., Indianapolis, Ind. Corresponding ecreiary Miss Emma I Xlerker, Emery. III. Tres surer-:dls Mary J. Kelly, Campfcelidtown, O. Executive Oommimee William A. Clark. rianvlll. Ind.. box ft'.; V. 8. Kokendr ffer. lonUvnllo. Mo.: J. CI. McDonald. Molina, jenn.; Mrs. J. P. Barne, Bruceion Mills, W. Va. OBJECTS. Section 2 of Article 1 of Constitution The object of the Howard Literary Club Is to encourage pure literature, strengthen moralitv. establish sociability, increase a desire Tor mind Improvement and literary attainments and to extend the work or reformation. XIEMRKRS. Section 1 of Article 3 of Constitution All persons of good moral character who re Interested In the objects of this organization and are willing to work In accordance therewith are eiislble to memtiershlp. We most cordially Invite ever' one truly and uncompromisingly Interested In our bbjects to Join our club. Letters of inquiry should be addressed lo the Corresponding Secretary with stamp. The Huward Literary has neither salaried officers nor contributors, and depends wholly upon Its merits and principles for access. Members only are entitled to the rare lenents of our book catalogue. All letters for publication must be carefully written on one aide of the paper only, accompanied bv the writer's real name and address as well as the nom d plume, and plainly addressed to the editor. C. O. Stewart. Sentinel office. Indianapolis. Ind. Members In renewing subscription for The Sentinel wll! please be sure to send Si to the Howard Literary Treasurer, as the club la allowed a small commission. Xue credit and prompt action guaranteed. Members, cn sending their photos to the editor for reproduction on this page, must Bend nom de plume and also real name and address. The latter will not be published except by request of the sender. AUTUMN. Contrlhnted for Hip II. I- C. "Bearing: the shining sickle In his hand. And cmwn'd with chaplets of nodding wheat. Xutumn. the Reaper. stalks the land. With drifts of dead leaves blown about his feet." As we light our lamp the earllier and notice that darkness enwraps old Mother Jarth within Its folds so much sooner khan In, the evenings of the by-gone month, we realize that piimmiT with its blithe-voiced birds and beautiful flowers has unconsciously passed away and that we are entering upon that season of the year when all the golden fruition of the summer's eun and shower are to be garnered for the winter time. 0, what a beautiful season! Althouch the cool breath of morn warns us of the chilling blasts that Poreas will send down upon ui from his home In the Northland, yet the quiet beauty of the landscape, the morning sunrise dispelling the vapors in the valleys and the evening sunset tinging the mountains, hills, and clouds- with a suffused beauty, etherial and fairy-like, make this the grandest time of all the year, for now man and nature seem to be In perfect harmony. "Sweet Is the voice that calls From babbling water-falls. In meadows where the downy seeds are flying. And soft th breezes blow. And eddying come and go, In faded gardens where the rose is dying." The long rows of corn have changed their summer uniforms of emerald and under the rpell of the magician Jack Frost stand like ghostly sentinels, grim and shivering, beneath the harvest moon find yellow with age when the noon-day un strike (down upon them. fne ripened ears hang pendant, now and then revealing the store of sunshine absorbed during the hot days of sumfeier. "The russet fields resigning to the flail. Their golden sheaves are not yet all bereft. For here and there, drab-dress'd the Quaker quail. Like gleaming Ruth, secure what man has left." In other fields the marshaled hosts have fallen beneath the sickle and stand like Indian wigwams among the stubble, while beneath their sheltering arms gleams the yellow pumpkin, bright herald of Thanksgiving pies. "Amon? the stubbled corn The blithe quail pipe at morn. The merry partridge drums in hidden places. And jflitterlnir insects gleam Above the ruddy stream, Where busy spiders spin their filmy laces." Near the meadow stream now swollen evlth autumnal rains, the fänk cat-tails thrust forth ; their brown heads and from ra-glected fields the golden rod gleams forth resplendent In Its robes of state. "The lands are lit With all the Autumn blaze of golden rod: And everywhere the purple asters nod i And bend and move and flit." 'The suxuac's crimson flashes out from tae neglected fence-rows and on the border of the- wold, and the Indian pip hing brown and pendulous where once glttered the snowy blossoms of the calalpa. '"The mulllen stands upon the upland brown 'A. bnely sentinel; the thistle down Floats ghostlike through the haze; The .sumacs, drabbled in the summer'; flood. Flaunt bodly. making gorgeous all th wood : I Green, wold and purple shades enchant tAe eye, f A M II I M . wuu cn ii lui H.1 aome vaie or Sicily. Th orchards now bend beneath their load of ripening fruit or where bereft f their marry-hued burdens sigh rnounrfully as each passing breeze sways their empty boughs. 'In orchards heaped with fruit the beggar' d tr-ea Sigh hoarsely each to each with windy words, i (And toes their bar arm 3- . the fitful breeze , I Lika frantic misers loath Vo lose their noaras. - . In man ruddy heaps Lhe garnered

fruit lies pllecl upon the grass, or In the barns is piled about the groaning cider press where soon their life blood will be Mowing In an amber stream. Near the rapidly filling barrels some later Columbus with smiling face and hat awry, sips nectar from the golden store with sunlit straw. Tho woods now change their 'summer garb for the brief, yet glorious robes of autumn, und shine forth in colors as gay ns the rainbow, Gold and crimson and purple banners float among the tops of the forest king who now so near their winter sleep put forth their last effort in a beautiful adieu. It Is now " The mellow Indian summer time When wold and woodland, stretching far and fair, In pnnoramlc splendor He sublime And waver In the Illuminated air." The scarlet glories that enrobe the woods; Witch voices haunting groves of ash and elm. Inverted skies that float in silent floods: Make the wide landscape an enchanted realm. In the hedge rows and among the tops of the trees the merry-voiced sojourners of the Stimmer may be heard in wordy consultation and too well we know the meaning of their councils. "Ah, soon on fiid and hill The winds shall whistle chill And patriarch swallows call their flocks together. To fly from frost and snow nd s'k for lands where blow The fairer blossoms of balmier weather." Far over head the wild fowl In his flight to the sunny land of the South sounds forth his harth note of warning when some fledgling more venturous than his mates attempts to mutiny at the fight of inviting pools or reedy water courses. From day to day, the number of their lines Is increasing and as the days become colder their flight becomes an exodus. 'By lonely lakes and marshy-bottomed vales The water fowl assemble night by nlgni. Till all the covey, warned by colder gair. Truils to the South its long louuacious Might. "In countless tribes that blur the harvest moon. And make the heavens clamorous as they po; Haply If ere they reach, some far lagoon Mo sport Mian's tube shall lay their leader low." Ifavvthore In his "Mosses From an Old Manse" writes thus of autumn: "I have forgotten whether the song of the cricket be not as early a token of autumn's approach jis any other that song which may be called an audible stillness; for though very loud and heard afar, yet the mind does not take note of It as a sound, so completely Is Its individual existence merged among the characteristics of the season. Alas for the pleasant summer time! In August the grass Is still verdant on the hills and in the valleys; the foliage of the trees Is as dense as ever and as green; the flowers gleam forth In richer abundance along the margin of the river and by the stone walls and deep among the woods; the days, too, are as fervid now as they were a month ago; and yet in every breath of wind and In every' beam of sunshine we hear the whispered farewell and behold the parting smile of a deir friend. There is a coolness among all the heat, a mildness In the blazing noon. Not a breath can stir but it thrills up with a breath of autumn. A pensive beauty is seen in the far, golden gleams, among the shadows of the trees. The flowers, even the brightest of them, and they are the most gorgeous of th year, have this gentle sadness wedded to their pomp, and typify the character of the delicious time each within Itself. The brilliant cardinal flower has never seemed gay to nte. "Later In the season nature's tenderness waxes stronger. It is Impossible not to be fond of our mother now; for she is so fond of us! At another period she does not make this impression on me, or only at rare intervals; but in those genial days of autumn, when she has perfected her harvests and accomplished every needful thing that was given her to do, then she overflows with a blessed superfluity of love. She has leisure to caress her children now. It is good to be alive and at such times. Thank heaven for breath when It is made up of a heavenly breeze like this! It comes with a real kiss upon our cheeks; It would linger fondly around us if It might; but, since It must be gone, embraces us with its whole kindly heart and passes onward to embrace likewise the next thing that It meets. A blessing is flung abroad and scattered far and wide over the earth to be gathered up by al who choose. I recline upon the still t unwlthered grass and whisper to myself," 'O, perfect day! O, beautiful world! O, beneficent God!' And It Is tie promise of a blessed eternity for our Creator would never have made such lovely days and have given us the deep hearts to enjoy them, above and beyond all thought, unless wa were mRnt to be immortal. The sunshine Is tjie polden pledge thereof. It beams through the gates of paradise and shows us glimpses far inward." All nature? breathes the balmy air, but mingled with a feeling of regret, for very soon the chilling frost will fetter the flowing rivers and the ermine snow will enwrap the flowers and trees and fields with its covering. From day to day the rays of the sun become less Intense as Apollo's car swings to the southward. When Indian summer comes we revel In It brief respite and would fain like Joshusa of old stop the sun in his course ajid have him lo remain forever and a iay at this particular place In the zodiac. Even the 'low er creation sneak out Jn their various languages praying mother nature to stop the flight of the season. "The cricket chirps all day. Oh, fairest weather stay. The S'luirrel eytrs askance the chestnuts browning; The wild fowl fly afar Above the foamy bar, And hasten southward, ere the skies are frowning. Yet thous-h a sense of grief Comes with the falling leaf. And memory makes the summer doubly pleasant. In alt my Autumn dreams, A future Summer (fleams. Passing the fairest glories of the present. ... , At evervtlme the members of the household draw near the hospitable firePlda and through Its benign Influence the gay jest, hearty l&ugi and spark

ling humor row. The stranger at the hearth Is welcome and the household bearjw with happiness and good cheer. Let winter come with all hU retinue of biting frosts, lowering cloud or drifts of snow, no trace of his gloom or sullenfiess can damp the spirits of the family acound the glowing hearth where the crackling logs or beaming coals echo back the garnered wealth of sunshine stored away In their veins, and now give forth in heat and flame, revealing the smiling faces of the happy Inmates of the home. "Once more around the old familiar hearth The household draws, and tuneful voices Tin; And annual games, well-worn, and rustic mirth Swell high the honors of the harvest king. Yet even while we pledge his Jovial relpn Our gayest songs are saddened in their tone; For a new ruler, with his boisterous train. Usurps the realm and climbs into the throne. And all too soon the bounty dropping star Dips toward the darkened verge and sinks below. While o'er the waste white winter's clattering car Approaches swift whirled in a cloud of snow." BEN AltUYS. Indianapolis, Oct. 12. TIIK WORLD'S) PAIR.

Some Reflection After Vlaltlns the Ureal Kihlbltlon. Editor H. L. C Sir: But a few dayt more and the great Columbian exposition and world's fair will have come to an end. when many will begin to reflect upon- the greatest of exhibitions of the kind ever held on earth. Some will say, "Yes, most assuredly I was there, but how little do I know or comprehend the Importance of the thousand things I saw." Others will wonder why so little Is said by those who attended the fair or why did I not become Interested enoh to have gone for a few days myself. It is a significant fact quite noticeable with the genernlity of the people that but little Interest is shown for the colossal undertaking of gathering together almost every conceivable product of sea and land, art and industry and from every clime of the Inhabitable globe. Of those who do visit the fair tens of thousands seemingly wander alnnit In an aimless sort of way that reflects a want of appreciation on their part; and of others who Ray or write so little of what may have Interested them most that an all-pervading Indifference seizes the people and the whole matter passes with little or no concern of what the results will be or may have been. . The directors and managers apparently are becoming tired of the fair and willing to close the exhibition at the time set for winding up all contructs with the exhibitors, and they, too, seem quite anxious to iret out and away so soon as conditions will admit, and nothing less than a liberal patronage of the public and good weather would Induce them to remain longer 'than necessary. Hotel people and lodging house keepers say they are very much disgusted with their business the way things have gone. A Htfht attendance during nimmer, with a general collapse of business, and later efforts to meet the Increased attendance, but at unprofitable rates because of the heavy expenses incurred from the start, and rivalry In the hotel business. Hut many of us who have been there will doubtless take the latter with a grain of salt to eliminate a choking sensation of sympathy for those who speculated upon becoming mushroom millionaires. Having just returned home for the third time and perhaps last visit to the fair, including the opening exercises of the first dav and general tour of the buildings and Jackson park as they were then1, includes the best part of three weeks taken in the aggregate, so that it would seemingly appear I had pretty thoroughly done the fair. But far from it. as my interest did not lessen or mind become obstructed with sightseeing, as I might have enjoyed many days more before getting clogged or having exhausted the list of novelties and inventions to be seen. Yet to have undertaken to examine each and every article on exhibition would more than probably have produced a surfeit unsupportable, as some student of mathematics claims that if each visitor would occupy three minutes of his time In looking at every article to be seen there It would take twentysix years to do it. Consequently I conclude my visit by taking in Chicago day lust to see the multitude of human beings massed together to the number of nearly one million' people. From different points of observation at an altitude commanding a view of the moving mass going and coming produced a spectacular panorama to the beholder never to be forgotten. , The day was perfect and everything contributed to make the time and place a record breaker in the world's history of colossal exhibitions. The going down of the sun. whose brilliant rays were not unbroken in the least the entire day, became the supreme moment of the hours of expectation, when man's genius through the multiplied Inventions burst forth In all the glory of Inimitable brilliancy that cause tens of thousands of voices with a momentary impulse to send up a welcoming strain of Joy that echo and re-echo throughout Jackson park. From the gilded dome of the Administration building flashes the lightning that flies from peak and spire to angle and plane, sculptures panels and balustrade, eleetrio fountains, and the statue of the republic down at the further end of the grand basin connecting the court of honor and peristyle; all Illuminated and made gorgeous as a gem by the dazzling rays of a numler of powerful searchlights located on the surrounding buildings. A company of Chicago hussars make their appearance on horseback around the court of honor, followed by floats beautifully decorated and typical of incidents connected with the history of our country from Its discovery to date. Before the parade had fairly got under way through the pressing throng of slght-seers the fireworks were set going, and the whole place become a blazing light of triumphant glory, completing the celebration" of Chicago day and the twenty-second anniversary of her great fire. "M1KLLO." Upland, Ind., Oct. 15. A STIIIY OF TIIK IliriLK. Editor II. L. C Sir: The Jews divide the scriptures into three parts the law, the prophets and the holy writings. The law consists of the first five books; the prophets are divided into two classes called earlier and later. The earlier prophets Include all between Deuteronomy and Chronicles except the book of Ruth. The later prophets Include all from Isaiah to Malechi except the book of Daniel. The holy writings contain all the rest of the old testament. The law and the earlier prophets appear to be parts of the same work a history of the Jews, which In its present form has every appearance of being the work of one author, or at least of a common reduction. The book of Joshua i3 now, I think, generally associated with the Fentateueh, and we hear oftener of the Hexateuch, perhaps, by the more 'critical writers than of the Pentateuch. Hut why stop at the end of Joshua. The book of Judges la Intimately connected with it, nor is there Nany break between that and the other books, Bamuel to Second Kings. But there are apparently several manuscripts wholly or partially inserted. Of this the prlnclpul part of Deuteronomy is the most important, and of that I wish to speak. . Deuteronomy Is called the repetition

of the law,- but I think It Is the original and only genuine law of Moses. And fio other scripture claims to be the writing of Moses, nor is Unclaimed of any other by either the old testament or the new. In that part of Deuteronomy which appears to be written by Moses he appears as speaking; In the rest of the Pentateuch he Is spoken or, and an unbiased reader would suppose another was speaking of him. At the outstart the Deuteronomlst assures us that he will give us the words which Moses spoke at a time and place, and in the fifth verse that then and there Moses began to declare this law. Now If he truly gave the words which Moses spoke he did not leave out no great a part as we find In Exodus to Numbers as the law. Ami Moses says In the fourth chapter: "Ye do not add to the word I am commanding ye nor diminish from it, to keep the commands of Jehovah your (Jod. which I am commanding you." See verse 2. Again in verse 4'J, "Thou shalt therefore keep Ills statutes and Ills commands which I am commanding thee t h ls day, that it may be well with thee." How could It be more positively asserted that in this book we have all the law of Moses, and that the children of Israel were not to add to It. And in the 2Xth chapter there Is promised a plenitude ef blesrlng to all who would keep the oommands he that day rave them, and of curses upon all who did not, und the adding to them was one violation of a command then given. Could Deuteronomy be reconciled with the rest of tho Pentateuch we might suppose some passages had been omitted, but there is often a conflict as In the appointing of the Judges and sending out of the spies. And a contradiction in th time of separating the tribe of Ievl for the service of the sanctuary. In the 10th chapter of Deut. it is said to be after tho death of Aaron, whlla In Numbers vlil. 14. it is said that It was before his death. Again In Deut. v, after asserting that Jehovah had said that it was because he had brought them out of the Egyptian londage that he commanded them to keep the Rabbath, say he said no more. "Jehovah pp!' a" these words," and hath not added. But Exodus gives an entirely different reason and that is given by Jehovah at tho name time. Again as regards the offering of sacrifice there Is nothing in Deuteronomy to forbid other than the priests from the service of the altar. Put in the 18th chapter of Numbers a statute is added making it a capital crime for any except the priests to approach the altar; and still CSldeon, Monoah and Samuel offered sacrifices with the approval of Jehovah, which they certainly could not have done had the law then In existence forbid it, but if the book of Deut. was the law it was not Illegal. Shall we accept the bible as It Is. for what it claims to be, or shall we pretend to believe that It Is what It does not claim to be, an infallible book, verbally Inspired In every verse, as some claim it is? Shall we accept all the Interpolations and false translations of profane hands or seek for the original Intent of the authors? There are two common errors In regard to the bible. One looks at the holy fountain and concludes the stream must be pure-. The other sees only that the stream Is Impure and says there Is no holy fountain. With 200.000 variations of reading in tho ancient manuscripts of the new testament, with very few accurate quotations from the old testament in the new, that is, of more than a short sentence where there is little room for variation, what room have we for a belief that our scriptures are unadulterated? I do not think there Is the interest In the page there should be. Cannot some one say something to stir up the members, if It Is only a Drummond controversy? "LONE Tit AMP."

October. Ola October, you hev struck us; what a purty month you are! Of all months of any season you are Jlst the very star. In such poorty red n' yaller you hev dressed up all our trees, An hev made lch lovely sky n' put sich balm into our breeze, 'At I feel like runnln' down to whar the grapes is ripe 'n block An' Jlst drink you In forever while a-lyln' on my back. But, October, I can't do this; I'll Jist hev to let you pass, Fer the tater's In the ground ylt, 'n' they're klvered up with grass. An I guess I'll bev to dig 'em; then the pumpkins ain't in ylt. An a pen to mak fer the fatnln' hogs an' a place to keep the stock. An' I hev to shuck the shock corn out hit's rotnin In the shock; Then I've got to wean the colt an make a place fer it to stay, An the turnips Is to pull up an to top an put away. An a thousan' other thing's but ole October, don't think queer Ef I hustle, hustle, hustle all the time that you are here, Fer I'd like to treat you better, but then Jist bear In mind That the fust of you was plagued wet an got me way behind. PAUL QUACE. Spencer, Ind., Oct 14. An Unnecessary Dtsflsarement. As women grow toward middle age they are apt to allow the stomach to assume undue prominence and thus destroy the grace of their appearance. This is quite unnecessary, according to a writer in the Farm Journal, and may be avoided by the daily practice of lifting the chest and holding it well upward, drawing In the abdomen so that a line dropDed from the chin to the ground would hang exactly straight and not be pushed outward. This will be troublesome and awkward at first, but will soon give a feeling of strength to the chest and stomach and Improve the health and appearance. A decided improvement in carriage and walk might be made by walking some each day with a weight poised on the head, so that only the correct carriage of the body keeps it from falling off. "Why AV1I1 Yon Allow your health to gradually fall? If you are closely confined Indoors with little or no exercise, and desire good health, you must take care of yourself. Use Sulphur Bitters, and you will have a sound mind and a strong body.

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SOME FOOLISH PROVERBS.

MRS. FRAMC LK5LIB AS A TREACHER AM) TEACHER. She Minns the KnUlty and Slnpldlty of Some Wrll-KatablUhPil Mux Im A Clever Wonmn Discusses the I'rnettcnl Side of Life and the Hand of Kate. There are a great many things which hive been raid so often and ao positively that they have at last taken a sort of brevet rank as facts, but which are nevertheless absurdly false and often very stupid. It Is one of the funny fashions of this very funny world to enunciate these maxims with the air of having Just originated some especially smart new maxim, the brilliant result of our own superior wisdom. I do not know anything more comically provoking than this air unless It Is the erspllttlng cackling of a hen over a new laid egg. The erg Is no better and no different from that which Eve's favorte pullet laid In paradise and that pullet's daughters have been laying ever since. Put to hear the cackle one would Imagine that special hen had Invented eggs and wished to call the attention of the world to the fact. For Instance, If a young man shows a tendency to go away from home and see something of tho world, become "a globe trotter" to a greater of lss extent, he is warned that 'a rolling stone gathers no moss" that Is to say, the moving man will not acquire money or position. Now, we all know that this Is a prodigious fasehood. It Is the moving man, the pusher, the hustler, the rustler, or whatever else he may be called, who succeds and makes for himself position, money and influence. The .human bowlder gathers moss indeed, but it is them oss of decay nnd the rust of Inaction. But opposed to this Is another proverb equally false, "Homely youth have ever homely wits," a statement perhaps true in Shakspeare's time, but not at all true now, for it Is In quiet and seclusion, at home, or college, or In some sort of retirement, that 'wits." If wits mean intellect and mental processes, go on the best, and the scientist, the chemist, the philosopher, the lecturer or the preacher would come to grief if he had not some sort of "home" to thut himself Into. '. But the popular saying which Just now annoys me the most is one that your friends always present to you in times of trouble and perplexity, generally offering It with a sort of benevolent and perfunctory air, us If it were a piece of religious consolation or a well-proved recipe for happiness, a sort of panacea for every ill of spirit, mind or body. It is sometimes expressed in one form, sometimes another, but the idea Is: "All things come round to him who will but wait." Now, I appeal to you, my dear reader, to say if that promise has fulfilled Itself In your life. It certainly has not in mine. We nil of us, I suppose, start in life with some far-off idea of happiness or at least pleasure glittering like a star in our future, either remote or close at hand. It is like the golden cup which we were told in our childhood Is to be found hanging on the end of the rainbow. Probably most of us have once or twice pet off full of hope to find that cup, but I have yet to hear of any one who has achieved it. And do we generally gain these early Ideals? Have you? Think a bit of what you wanted most at fifteen, at twenty, at twenty-five, ami so on. Have you ever really and fully obtained It? Probably you have changed that ideal many times, you have set the goal where you were to rest satisfied farther and farther away, but have you ever reached It? In one word, have you found in your own experience that "all things come round to him who will but wait?" Doubtless we have often derived comfort from the phrase, for most people are very ready to take words for things. Some older person has said It to us with that assured and benevolent manner of which I spoke but, now some parent or friend or clergyman to whom we have applied for counsel and comfort and we have received it as a sort of prophetic promise and gone away with the feeling that all Is now going to be set right and we have only to wait a bit to have our heart's desire fulfilled In the completeet manner. And does It? It is about as rational a belief as that we attach to the words of a fortuneteller to whom we have furtively applied in some terrible muddle of our affairs. She has "prophesied smooth things" in a very Impressive manner, and even while Jeering at our own credulity we go away with a sort of shamefaced faith that perhaps, after all. she is right, and at any rate we teel a little encouraged. And how common sense insists upon reminding us of the failure of various other similar ventures! The young girl fixes her affections or perhaps only her fancy upon some man. who in turn has fixed his upon some other woman, or, as is more likely, upon himself and his own interests. "All things eome round to him who will but wait," whispers the poor child to herself, and she modestly and silently waits until the man either marries tho other girl or drifts out of her horizon altogether. Terhaps the "waiting" lover is the man -one of those men who pride themselves upon their tenacity of purpose and power of controlling fate. He pays court to the woman of his choice, and he, having like a bee Just lighted upon the proffered blossom and sipped the quality of its honey, declines to take any more of it, be she wooed never so importunately. So he, too. fixes his faith upon time and waits for that official to bring round his heart's desire. And doea he? Well, I am bound to confess that here and there is a case where the woman,

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tired out with her lover's persistency, marries him to get rid of him, but does she do it? And does he find that time has brought him the spirit of that he desired or only tantalized him with the empty letter? More often, however, the girl only encourages him enough to keep him along and uses him as a butt and foil for her other flirtations, a bete de Fouffrance to be finally dropped with a scornful laugh or a pettish disclaimer when the man she loves finally makes his definite offer. But outside of sentiment or lovemaklng there are plenty of people who, trusting1 to this delusive promise, prove for themselves its falsity the young man, for instance, who intends to be rich. He is told of the millionaires who have begun life with two or three pence In their pockets and the traditional "bundle under their arms." and somebody with that exasperating air of giving an Invaluable formula of success adds. "All things come round to him who will but wait." So he goes to work at $j per month, and after awhile Is raised to J10 and J20. and so on. and keeps "waiting" with the most generous reliance upon that charming promise, waiting through boyhood and youth and young manhood, until some fine day he suddenly perceives that ho is a gray-haired, middle-aged man with a few most painfully saved thousands In the bank and a salary which Just enables him to live comfortably and to put by a little every year. And those are all the thlntrs that have come round to reward his waiting. Perhaps he has no ambition to be a Vanderbllt, perhaps he only desires to have a house of his own. a horse and trap, a comfortable homo for the girl he means to marry; perhaps he Is a good young fellow and wants to take care of his widowed mother and little sisters as well as the wife. He goes bravely about his task, knowing that he cannot nearly reach the mark Just yet, but then, you know, "All things come round," etc. He finds hundreds yes, thousands of ether Richmond in the field; he finds the labor market glutted; he finds trained skill demanded where he has only willing service to render. He Is not one of tho exceptional few who hit upon the royal road to success through some Invention or some system as yet unheard of. He Is only capable of routine work performed In a plodding sort of fashion, and although he is never out of employment he never makes any great success or receives any great emolument until at last, when the mother is dead, and the sisters married or earning their own living as school teachers or typists, and the wife worn and fretted with hope too long deferred, he sees that he mljfht have a horse and trap perhaps, but after all he doesn't care for driving, and the boys will need the money, or the girls must have it, and so it goes. Yet another class of patient waiters upon this ignis fatuus of a promise are the brethren of my own craft the writers. A man. or for that matter it is In

these days more often a woman, who f-els within herself the cacithos scrlbendt. Immediately stakes out her home stead on Parnassus und selects her niche in the temple of fame. Shakspeare, Milton, Pulwer, George Fliot, Dickens and the rest are her brothers and sUters. They had to make a beKinning. and so will she. They have mada glorious endings, and so will she. Their names are known all over the world, and hers is not known at all, but then "all things come round to him who will but wait." and she doetm't mind waiting for a year or haply two. So the poor thing begins, and if my tone is playfully scoffing my heart is full of the tenderest sympathy and pity, for I have seen and known It all so often, tried to warn some of these gallant adventurers of the perils of their voyage and to point out the fact that amid such crowded fleets as daily put to sea upon the iuky ocean comparatively few of the brave little craft reach the harbor of success, while the rest are stranded on Charybdls, or swallowed up in Scylla, or swamped by collision with their rivals, or lost and wrecked from any one of a hundred causes impossible to foresee. "Put I am brave and patient," the aspirant will answer, with a smlie, "I can wait for months, or even a year or two, and 'all things come round to him who will but wait," So the victim starts out, writes her poem, or her essays or her serial story, for these hopeful people never think of doing less than the heroic and never descend to the level of the short pithy story, which is the only salable kind of manuscript, and she or he sends It first to the leading magazines, with perhaps a line suggesting that the author knows that Longfellow received JöoO for a similar work, but she Is content to begin With $100. The editor 8 mil as compassionately and sends back the MS. Then it sifts down through the lower channels of literature until it finally reaches home for the last time and sleeps in the grave of "rejected addresses." Now, not wishing to be misanthropic or dlscouragipg to any brave endeavor, 1 appeal to all literary experts to decide out of their own experience and observation the truth to such a one aa this author of the proverb which has buoyed him or her up. Does anything of consequence "come round" after long waiting? Is it not rather the rule that the author who fails to gain some measure of success and recognition In the first two or three years of mature effort never v.111 succeed? If relying upon his false maxim he persists in offering his wares here, there and everywhere, and accepting the lowest prices and poorest places, he will doubtless earn some money and have the pleasure of seeing himself in print but alas for the dreams that promised, to become golden realities! But Nemesis, or Fate, or whatever we call the "destiny that shapeä men's ends." Is fond of her little joke and is constantly amusing herself by fulfilling the letter of her agreement while breaking the spirit of It all to pieces. Often enough she does bring round "all things to him who will but wait," but at such a time and in such fashion as to make success even more bitter than defeat The lover wins his lass, or the lass her lover, only to find that the apple of Sodom, fair and rosy without, was all bitterness and dryness within, mere dust and ashes which perforce the winner must swallow and put as good a face as possible upon the unsavory morsel. The young man wins his fortune when he Is too old, too decrepit, too world worn to enjoy it. I knew one such man whom nature had Intended for an artist, and whose early dream was to earn money enough to go to Italy and study. At fifty odd he told me of this youthful vision and added, "I have plenty of money now, and last year I went to Italy only to find that pictures bored me, and looking at galleries tired me more than "Wall-st, or the corn exchange." The literary hack, after years of thankless labor, bits upon a vein which some critic recognizes as true metal and kindly prophesies will bring success at last, but the hand is palsied, the pen Is worn out, the brain after that one last flicker sinks Into slumber. "Twenty years ago," the poor pale lips whisper, "I could have made a name and a fortune out of this, but now too late!" Saddest of all perhaps Is the love that corns too late the pang with which a weary heart recognizes that it him spent itself in naught, has given its pure gold for the basest dross, and that now. when It Is bankrupt and discouraged and hopeless, here is the object to which it should have turned; here is the diamond of purest water which It should have purchased with all Us wealth: here is the one opportunity life haa held for the happiness of that poor sorrowful heart, and It has come too late, too late! And such are the ironies of fate, and such is the true and most frequent translation of that glittering generality. "All things come round to him who will but wait!" MRS. FRANK LESLIE. The Result of n Trial. CANNELTON, Ind. I have used Simmons Liver Regulator, manufactured by J. II. Zeillin & Co., Philadelphia, and found that for Indigestion and liver complaint it is the best medicine I ever used. E. E. Clark. Your druggist sells it in powder or liquid. The powder to be ay an dxy or mpf1 into a tea,

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When Venus Pricked Her Finger and Antolrmi Sold Cloves. If the science of knowing people by their clothes, whose claims are s eloquently urged by Balzac, ever come to be formulated the chapter on the meanIn of the glove will not be the least Interesting portion of it. There Is no article of clothing more diversified in Its uses. Its apparent triviality disarms us, apd we are inclined to toy with it lightly as one of the most agreeable ebullitions of feminine fancy and forget that anything more serious than adornment ever caused its use. Jean Godard, a French rhymester of the sixteenth century, wrote a poem in which he told how Venus, running after Adonis, pricked her finger and ordered her maidens to get leather and make some gloves for he to protect her hands. But M. Godard's pretty fancy must give way before stern facts. The primary uses of the gloves wore strictly practical and unromantlc. English dames of early days never dreamed of such subtleties as gloves. They wore their sleeves long with pointed flaps that rested on the back of their hands, or, when they went forth In winter, drew the loose drapery of their outer garment over their hands. It was not till near the close of the tenth century that they thought of gloves; then they wore them with only a thumb and no fingers, like the mittens of the present day, and they were wondrouly embroidered and starred with Jewels. No gloves were finer than thse of the clergy. They were mostly of white silk or linen cunningly embroidered, and sometimes fringed with pearls. Later on gloves became magnificent for common wear and in contemporary pictures the nobility seemed to have carried them rather in their hands or In their girdles than on their lingers. It was by the fiuo gloves his page carried In his girdle that Coeur de Lion was betrayed on his way home from ths crusade and so fell into captivity. But already the glove was more than, a mere bit of foppery. The knight's mailed glove heltered his hand, it became a sign of power, and when a gracious lord meant to signify his intention to protect a town he sent his glove as a sign of his willingness. The glove, too, was the token of defiance when one knight dec lared war against another, and at the same time, as If to mark the difference between the strong light band of man and the daintier hand of woman he lxjund his mistress's delicate broidered nlove to his helmet by way of showing Ms fealty. As the sln and test of love gloves have been largely utilized. By the sixteenth century kIovcs were common wear, together with farthinRales, corsets and low gowns, tllovcs were perfumed greatly. Autolycus sold the mald.-J "gloves as swevt us damask loses." In Charles IPs time the shortening of the sleeves led to the lengthening of gloves. KLIX'TIt It'IT V 1 Till: WI'ST. A v Tonn Supplied with the I'lnld by AVnler 1'oncr. Great Falls must not be considered solely the rendezvous of cowboys and Indians. They are but types of earlier conditions of life of this region. People from the East seeking health and fortune are here Infusing cultivation and incrasd business energy into the common life of the town, and capital has come here to exploit this new field. The most marked line of process is In the water power and electrical development. At Black Eagle Falls, thee miles from the center of the town, the river is set to work by a great dam and power houses. Like playthings, the fide currents of the mighty river turn the ponderous machinery of one of the greatest smelters In the world on the north bank, and on the south bank run the dynamos that bupply light and heat and motive power to the town. No idea can be formed of what water-power means until the interior of the power house at Black Eagle Falls is seen, where immense balance wheels are rolling, driving wheels propelled and dynamos whirling, and yet not a boiler or Jet of steam to be seen, all moved by a concealed pipe 5of water.- This abundant power is what literally "runs" this young city. Not only are the street cars run and lighted by electricity, but heated as well by means of four radiators in each car. Elevators, printing presses, an iron foundry and all kinds of heavy machinery are moved by this ubiquitous force. On the streets may be seen a wire leading from a pole to a mortar mixer with an electric wire attached. Automatic elevators, pumps, rock-crushers, are run by electricity. The tailor uses it to heat his goose, the restaurants cook by It. the butcher chops his sausage and hamburger, and the grocer grinds his coffee by turning on the current. In the home electricity Is the greatest blessing; the women run their sewing machines by It, heat their flat-irons, have electric cake ovens made of wood that they can set aside like paste-board boxes. They have electric boilers and broilers and teakettles. In this western town this subtle modern fluid Is put to more diversified use than in many larger cities of the East. Montana Letter. Haw Nrgroea Terrorise the "White. Country schools for white children cannot be maintained where there Is a negro population intervening. Some have already been broken up and abandoned for want of patronage patronage that would have been given but for the presence of the negroes. The tendency everywhere Is for the whites to rent out their farms and move to the towns, where they can safely educate their children. All who can come do come, and iow there are left in the rural districts none but the negroes and the poor whites the poor whites who work the highways, serve on the Juries and fight our battles In war, the poor whites for whom the negro has contempt and the northern philanthropist no sympathy Large sums of money are piled up iu universities and colleges for the negro piled up to teach him Greek and Latin and the sciences, for which he has no use. while hundreds of the poor whites cannot afford even the time that the country school would take for work. They know all this and feel It. and if ever a race war Is precipitated they will be in it to the death. Poverty and the negro overshadow them. This momentous question Is before the South. Heven millions of negroes are face to face with 15,0uo,00) whites. How much longer can they live in harmony? It Is a more vital question than silver or gold or the tariff, and the southern congressmen who fall to consider it are either blind or lacking In statesmanship. It Is the great national question that will not down at our bidding. The Forunv. Outwitted by a. Moonshiner. When Jack Roper was called In the) United Ptates court this morning he arose and pleaded guilty to working in an illicit distillery. With a number of others he waa sent to one side to await sentence. Working in an illicit distillery 1s nothing but a misdemeanor, while operating a distillery is equal to a felony. Roper knew this and entered his plea to working in the distillery, which was accepted. "How long did you work?" asked the judge when the man stood up fur sentence. "Oh. 'bout a week. I reckon. "Whose distillery was it?" "My own." The Judge looked ruzzled, but all he could do was to give him a two months sentence for working in an Illicit distillery. Atlanta Journal. Hopeless Cnae. rviend "Perhar.3 you could frighten your wife into treating you better If you'd threaten to commit suicide." Mr. Henn-Peck "No use. She'd give me hail Columbia if I didn't." N. Y. Weekly. Xrgleoted Opportunity. Some laundry could establish Itself firmly in the affections of a community by making It a rule to lose a whole pair of cuffs at a time. Washington Star.

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