St. Joseph County Independent, Volume 16, Number 35, Walkerton, St. Joseph County, 7 March 1891 — Page 3

ERIN, BY KIL COURTLAND *Tis in songland, and in dreamland. That 1 love to think of thoe, Like a radiant emerald flashing In a zone of purple sea. And where cotton-fields are whitening, Down the gold-touched autumn lands, I will sing thy songs, dear Erin! Captive held in captive bands. And I think of rights in shackles. Flung behind dark prison bars — ■Of thy lovely lakes, Killarnoy, Silver tears dropped from the stars. Oh, mavourneen! from thy harp strings I would wring a happier chord, For I cannot fight thy battles— Oh! I cannot wield a sword. I can only pluck the shamrock. And its tiny leaves entwine With the Southern rose and lily— With the yucca aud the pine; Only tell thy wrongs in story. Only chant thy anthems sweet. If I cannot bring thee glory, I can lay love at thy feet. So in songland, and in dreamland, Erin, oft I think of thee, Like a raciant emerald flashing In a zone of purple sea. Anderson, S. 0. Br.Elfenstein’sMissicn K Remarkable Romance. BY EMILY THORNTON. CHAPTER XXVlll—Continued. “ ‘Reginald, for Heaven’s sake, tell me Why you thus deal with me? Have I ever harmed you?’ “ ‘You have by being in my way. Set aside your title, estates; yes, even,’ he ; laughed horribly, when, after a pause, he added, ‘your future bride are mine! All mine! To-night I announce to you, all think you dead, and virtually you are so!’ “ ‘Reginald! Reginald!’ I shrieked, as he disappeared from view; ‘hear me, take all, but leave me liberty and Constancy!’ “A mocking laugh was my only reply, j “From that hour I have seen no human i face, heard no human voice! I “These walls, I know, are several feet I thick, built So that no sound can issue j from them. Not a movement can be j heard unless the panels are open, and then but faintly. “So at once I knew, that, to the world, what he had said was true, I was dead! “Sometimes, even yet, I dream that this is but an idle fancy, and once again I wake to feel my chain, to loathe my prison. “Then I seem to see my own loved Constance near me. I call upon her, but as I stretch out my hand to find her own the vision fades, and I know that it was an illusion of the brain. Yet the memory of those fearful words ever remains: ‘Your fiu. re bride is -.nine, all mine!’ “Can this ha e become a truth? “Has my darling forgotten me; does she, too, deem me dead? “Oh, Constance! Constance! “So I start from my bed with her name upon my fevered lips; I open my arms to clasp her to my bosom. “In vain! I am alone! Horribly, truly alone! “Often have I prayed to die! “Life has become a weary burden, but my prayers are not heard. For some purpose of his own, God wishes me to live. “Even so, Father, for so it seemed good in Thy sight! “For months, with a pencil which I have found in my pocket, have I, on scraps of paper torn from books, written and placed on the plate a wild prayer for at least pens, ink, and paper to amuse my lonely hours. “Books were at hand, a wells-tored library being in my room, but I wanted writing materials—something besides this endless reading. “At last, at last, my prayer is granted, and I have a new way to give vent to my feelings. “Thank God for the privilege of writing. “Here, now, have I written the cause and manner of my strange captivity. For no crime committed, no offense given to court or neighbor, I am yet a victim j to a brother's jealous envy of my posi- ! Lion and my funds; lam a close prisoner, j “One thing I have expected at his hands which as yet has not taken place; I mean starvation. “I have thought that so selfish a being as he has proved himself to be would some day demur at the confinement consequent upon attending to my wants; I ! was sure he would wish to travel, or visit, I away from Giendenning Hall. “But 1 know his movements, I know his peculiar jerk, as he slides onen the panels, and now, after eighteen years I am certain that no hand but his has opened them and given me my food. “Such food! “All cut up into mouthfuls (as they fear ) giving me a knife) mixed together upon one wooden plate. “Sometimes I loathe the sight of this strange jumble, but whether I eat it or not, I always take it, fearing if I do not I return the plate, even this nightly visit will cease, this meager food be stopped. “I know now that he has married Constance. “As I prayed for pens, ink. and paper, I always concluded, ‘tell me, oh, tell me of Constance.’ “So with the paper came at last this cruel note: “‘I grant this one prayer. Never again dare send another line to me. If you oo disobey in this, your food will stop, and you be left to starve. Once for all, I say, the world thinks you dead, and thinks Fitzroy your mut'derer. He was tried, and as your dead body was not found, acquitted, but all think him guilty. Under this suspicion, he left ! the country and no one knows whither went. lam Sir Reginald Giendenning, and your constant Constance has been my wife just sixteen years. This is the last communication yon will ever receive from me. Beware how you send another j line upon the shelves.’ “After reading this note I must have fainted, for when I next recollected anything I was lying on the floor in a pool of blood. “In falling I had hit my head against the iron chain, and gashed open my forehead under my hair.

"Would to God that I had died then and there! “I did not die; I lived, and crawled to my bed, where I lay until the rays of the sun penetrated through the one window in the ceiling. “I lived, but my head whirls, my brain is dizzy, I fear I shall go mad! “Oh, innocent, ruined brother! “Oh, forgetful Constance! “When shall I cease to think of these two? CHAPTER XXIX. THE JOURNAL CONTINUED. Carlo Elfenstein paused when ho reached these last words, and large tears of sympathy still rolled over his cheeks, as they had often done during the reading, w’hile every one of his intent listeners was similarly affected. Conquering his emotion by an effort, he again read on: “May 24, 18 Nearly seven years since I last wrote on these pages. Not | once during that time has there been a ■ change in my lot until to-night. “To-night a different hand opened the : panels. “I knew instantly that it was not Rog- I inald’s. “Something, certainly, must have happened to him. “The jerk was wanting. “A soft, uncertain way of pushing them apart attracted my attention. “There was a longer pause, a seeming study of the modus operandi of the revolving shelves, aud a slighter push made them turn more slowly. “Yes, I am sure a stranger has been let into the secret of my confinement, and that stranger, I think, must be a timid woman. “My God! perhaps it is Constance! “Can it be? Can she have the heart, even under compulsion, to keep me here a ; risoner ? Can she know that it is I, her former de.voted lover, to whom she now offers this revolting food? “Anything but that, oh, God! Anything but that! “I cannot eat this stuff, fearing that my once loved darling deals it out to me. “But she is afraid! “I know it by her want of strength, by her feeble pushes. Sometimes she can hardly whirl the shelves, so I softly creep to her assistance, and with my own hands help them around. For the world I would not alarm her by the slightest noise. “My poor Constance! “I have been thinking so much, lately, that my head constantly aches. Indeed it always aches since I cut myself so badly in falling on my chain, seven years i ago. I “But, as I said, I have been thinking. ' “I have been studying the manner in j which those iron shelves are fastened, ! and to-day I again examined the screws. “Only screws keep them in their places, and a knife would surely aid me to un- < screw them; then I could push them i over, and as I know the workings of the panels, I could soon be free. “To be sure I am chained! “But a knife would also unloose this ■ ■ chain, sever these bonds. “A knife! A knife! God grant me a knife! “Such is now my daily wish, my cry. “A Knife! A knife! “June 6, 18 Something terrible lias happened to my brain. lam wild! lam undone! I can remember nothing! “Who am I? Where am I? “Ah, yes; I have it! I was a peer; I am So no longer. “I am a poor minister of the gospel, confined here for the sake of religion. “I am, in short, Rev. Edwin C. Stiles. | “How strange that I am here! I can remember nothing. “But I have a Bible, and I read and preach long sermons, and pray continually. “Yes; some day I shall, I think, bo released, by God’s power, and then I shall devote myself to his cause. “I shall preach the gospel. “How strange my head feels! Sometimes I think I am going mad! “I pray that I may n >t bo mad. “July 18.—I am preaching and praying constantly. Night and day I plead with God to send me a knife. “Will my prayers be granted? Shall I ever have a knife? Can I ever cut my way out of this weary prison, out to liberty, and preaching God’s holy word? “Heavenly Father, set me free, and ’ my whole life shall be given to Thy work, Thy cause. “July 19. —Glory be to God! Hallelujah! Amen! “My prayer is heard! A knife came to me with my food; sent me, I presume, ; by accident. It was forgotten, and now ; it is mine! “Accident did I say? ‘No, no: it was I sent by God in answer to my prayer. “I shall write no more. I shall in- [ stantly get to work; I shall soon be a ' free man. “But these pages, written as it were, | with my heart's blood, I shall never once i leave out of the reach of my hands. “I am Rev. Edwin C. Stiles, a minister of the gospel, and these lines are my diplomas, my badge of office. “Ha, ha: a knife is mine; my own! And now I shall work myself free!” Elfenstein paused and passed his hand over his forehead in deep thought. A sudden idea had seized him; jt was this: Ethel Nevergail and he must have I been in the corridor when this poor crea- j ture escaped! Yes; poor creature! These last lines I told that he must have been insane, or nearly so, at least, when he escaped. But he had no time to think; a few more words remained to be read and his audience were eagerly waiting. These were written in pencil and the letters were crooked and feeble, as though done in great weakness. “August 18, I am sick, dying perhaps! O, joy if this should prove to be death! “I am weary, tired, worn out, but I thank God I am again myself. “Now I know I am Sir Arthur Giendenning. Lately I have been confused and thought myself a minister. “My brain, my poor brain, was unstrung. At last lam myself. “A knife came to me and I took out the screws from the shelves, opened the panels after pushing the shelves aside | and escaped from my prison. “In the corridor I came upon a young ' girl and a man. “Strangers; I know that at once. Both ; were strangers. Yet I feared recapture. “I rushed forward, dashed the light from them and then another frenzy seized me and my poor head nearly burst with pain. “I uttered a cry in my agony. Then another, as I rushed through the wellknown ruins. “My God! had those cries betrayed me? “Would Reginald pursue and drag me back? I vowed not. I would be wary. ,

I would utter no more cries, even If I died in suppressing them. “The night air revived me. “Blessed air. I had not felt its cheering influence, drawn afresh mouthful of outside air, in twenty-five years. “I opened my mouth, I expanded my chest, I drank it all in. “What cared I for the storm, the howling wind, the falling rain. “It was delight, it was rapture! I was free! I was free! “I knew not where to go, but sped away, away, and rested not, until I was hidden in the cave in Demon’s wood. “There I slept and rested. There I quieted my overwrought nerves, and thanked God for the blessed knife that He, and He alone, had sent me. “Morning came, and again I tried to think. “My brain seemed heavy, and I could scarcely remember my own name. “But it came to me after a while. Rev. | Edwin C. Stiles, a minister ofHhe gospel. ■ But how could I preach in these threadI bare clothes? I must get suitable garments. I had money; I always had had i money. I had it in my pocketbook when I cast into prison. My persecutors did not rob me. “So I took the cars and went to Liver-t pool, where I bought a suit of cierimjil clothes, and books and papers, to sell Cj Christ. “I also bought a little wallet, in which to lock up these pages. Something tells me I must never part with these papers. “Yes; I have them safe. Now, lying here, the wallet is safe in my hands. “I Returned to the village then, and must have wandered around, selling my books, as Rev. Edwin C. Stiles. “But now lam sane. My senses have returned. I am Sir Arthur Giendenning, and I am dying! “I know I must have been insane, or partly so, for the last few weeks; but, thank God, my mind is clear, perfectly clear to-night. “It came back to mein such a strange, unlooked-for way! “It came back, and I found myself standing at the foot of Reginald's bed, in my own old room, at Giendenning Hall. “I stood there, I say. gazing into his eyes, and he seemed very ill. “Horrible! How he glared when he saw me silently looking down at him! “He half raised himself, as if to push me off, and shrieked out: “‘Great God! Mercy! Mercy!’” then fell back senseloss upon his pillow. “I could endure no more. “Horrified at finding myself in his presence, and fearing another imprisonment. I turned ami fled. “Fled! Yes, fled! Fled from my own room, my own house, my own brother, back to this eave, where 1 immediately was taken ill, and could scarcely move for days. “I had food to last for a week or more, [ and 1 crawled out, once in a while, tor water. “But now food has gone. lam too weak to drag myself to the spring. I thirst. I am burning with fever. I think • I shall die! “But if I do, what of it? “God knows best. “But supposing I do not die. What then? “Shall I make myself known, ami sO expose my brother, and reelaii® the Ttle and estatA-ke ha- wn-kil > “He is my brother, child of the same parents, and—the husband of my lost, love! “Poor Constance! Siq? shall never be made sad by acts of mine. She shall not ! shed a tear over the loss of wealth, title, or reputation, if I can help it. “But, blessed be the name of the Lord, 1 shall never sigh for my lost home, for I am going to a rich inheritance above; ‘A house not made with hands eternal in the heavens.’ “I know by my waning breath, my fading sight, that this is death! “Farewell earth! I shall write no more; but with my latest sigh, I thank God that I die a free man.” [to he continued.! How the Dress (’oat Came. Perhaps few men who wear the conventional cla whampier coat are aware ।of its origin. Mr. W. W. Story, iu his ■ delightful Conversations in a Studio, says: The dress coat is the great product of the French revolution. The old coat out of which it was created was not beautiful in itself, but it had a certain character and effect as a costume. It was long in skirt and ; buttoned across the chest. The sleeves | were loose and turned up, with facings from beneath; while in full dress, lace i rutiles depended over the hand. Also the coat was faced with adiffer- ! ent colored lining, which it showed when unbuttoned. In walking, the skirts, faced also, were turned back and buttoned up to two buttons on the i back. Gradually it was lopped and reduced to the thing it now is. The skirts in front were cut away instead of being turned back. But the two foolish buttons behind were still kept after their use had gone. The front was permanently turned back, and the coat made too narrow to । button, the foolish cuts now remaining j in the collar representing the old diI vision of the float lappets. As time went on more and more of the skirts were cut away, until they were reduced to the ridiculous swallowtail in which Beau Brummel said there was safety. The collar was piled up behind the facings and colors were done away with, and thus little by little grew up the glorious thing called a dress coat. He’s a Highflier. “Say, Cashem,” said honest old Hezekiah Plowshare to the cashier of the Jaytown National Bank, “I want to send $503 to my Loy over in Faris.” “Titian?” asked Cashem. “He’s getting to be a great painter, isn’t he? He’s been studying art now a long time.” “ Gosh, yes,” replied Hezekiah. [ “He’s climbing way up to the top. ' Wrote me the other day he had painted | the hull of Paris an’ wanted to begin on Rome. Says he’ll make them Romans how l when he shows ’em what he kin do. That’s why I’m sendin’ him the stuff. I’m mighty proud of that boy of mine, I kin tell you.”— Chicago Times. Cast forward the eye of the spirit; awake in your souls the imaginative power, which carries forth what is fairest, what is highest life, away be- | yond the stars.— 'Goethe.

'— WANGLED IN A WRECK. shocking disaster on the PANHANDLE ROAD. I Passenger Train Becomes Derailed and Plunges Over an Embankment, Four Persons Being Killed and Many Injured, Two of Them Fatally. Four lives crushed out and thirty perkus mangled and maimed was the fearful result of a railroad wreck on the Panhandle at Hagerstown, a little town lixteon miles from Richmond, Ind. The last express train which runs between Chicago and Cincinnati, while going at a tt lgh rate on the down grade before reaching.Hagerstown, was derailed by a portion of the framework of the engine tailing under the wheels. Every car was thrown off the track, but the fearful momentum carried the train on. The engineer applied the break and reversed >he lever, but all was unavailing to check the onward rush. Right ihead was a deep cut canal, which was crossed by a little bridge. The en- . gine clung to the roadbed, but the I Swinging cars, forging to one side, miss|bd the crossing and plunged over the Ijmbankment, into the fifteen-foot cut. ■The heavy coaches and the sleeper were Spiled up in a heap, the struggling passengers, crushed jmd bruised, being taught in tho wreck. Almost before a band had been lent to help them, tho smoking car burst into flames, and it seemed as if tho horrors of fire were to be added to the already dreadful calimity. Soon tho passengers who were not disabled struggled forth and these with the trainmen set to work to take out tho dead and those of tho wounded who were unable to help themselves. By strenuous efforts all were removed from the ihattered coaches before the flames had gained sufficient headway to stop the rescuers. Throe of those in the sleeper were taken out dead, and of the woundfd one survived but for a few hours. Two others of tho wounded received fatal hurts, while of tho others at least ten are badly injured. The cars were at Uno time all off the track, but strangely ill did not go over tho embankment. Tho smoker first turned on its side, ind tho day coach and parlor car । Eugenia, tho smoking compartment of ■ which contained all the killed, breaking tway from tho smoking car, but holding I together, rolled over twice in their descent of the embankment. Meanwhile s' I / TIE WRECK AT THE CULVERT. the derailed baggage car had hung to The engine and away beyond tho other ; ?ars struck a guard at tho road crossing-, I isain mounted tho track and escaped ilmost uninjured, but tho engine, though holding the rail, was about as • badly wrecked as tho parlor car and day j :oach. In leaving the track the cars I tore down the telegraph poles and it was almost impossible to got any accurate nows of the accident until the trains arrived at Richmond with tho dead and wounded. Tho wrecking crew was got- ; ten out as soon as possible, carrying suri geons and assistance of every kind, and ’ i second train was sent up at 6 o’clock with a large number of people. Following is a list of the killed: Arthur i M. Reeves, capitalist, Richmond: S. G. : Needham, claim agent, Richmond division, Richmond; Charles B. Care, conductor, Logansport. Ind ; Otis F. Deal, engineer, maintenance of way, Richmond i division. The following were injured, the first two fatally: Mrs. George McGrew, Richi mond; Mrs J. C. Busin, Sacramento, ?al.; 11. Hllb, West Front street, CincinI nati; G. Webster, porter Pullman car, Newport, Ky.: infant grandchild of Mrs. McGrew Staub, of Chicago; John M. Edwards, Richmond; Adam Steinberger and brother Wiley, Westville, Ohio; Frank W. Eddy, Westfield, Mass.; Miss Roth and her sisti r, Dayton, Ohio; Mrs. 1 0. E. Dudley, Dayton; Mr. and । Mrs. Benson and their two small I children, Logansport, Ind.; Mrs. Anna j Englcbecht, Logansport, and her j three children; Henry C. Fox, Riehi mond; W. H. Kelley, Richmond; T. W. । Gilpin, 251 West Fourth strcot, I’hila- । delphia; John Crocker, Chicago; Charlo i : Page, Richmond: G. 11. Edmonds, Troy, : Ohio; Mrs. Susan Stambaugh, T'rcnton, ; Mo.; Sophia Evans, New (a-tie, Ind.; 1 Dora Clark, New Castle, Ind.; Clifton fr'yin, Martin’s Ferry, Ohio; J. P. I Stoica, Eaton, Ohio; J. W. Kramer, i brakeman, Logansport, Ind.; Harriet S, Lombard, Amhersk Wis.; James T. - Bootes, Richmond; Bob Hodgin, roaA , foreman of engines. Every One Should Know. । Tiieke are about 32,000 arrests each । year in Paris, and of those arrests thirty- > five are assassins. | Mb. Sudden is a photographer at Jes- . ferson, Mo., who makes a specialty of । instantaneous pictures. I The cultivation of oysters along New . Hampshire’s short coast-Hue is about to ■ ! no attempted by the State Fish Commis- । ' sion. ' ! A Zanesville young man has perfected an electric motor which, when i ' started and the circuit shut off, will go 1 till it wears out. ! It is reported that Edison is now at work upon a patent appliance which will make the “helio” girl in the telephone office a useless luxury. Tire Van Rensselaers’. family dining . table, at which Washington, Lafayette, t ' ind other dignitaries have dined, is , iwned in Akron by descendants of the ’ Rensselaers. ' ! A social innovation in Now York City - s the “blutSrlbbon invitation” to dinI lers, indicating (by a knot of blue rib- ‘ Don in the lower left-hand corner) that , fvine will not be served. ’ j Du. Bang, of Copenhagen, considers ! t probable that a large proportion of i mbercular (scrofulous) affections of the j iervical glands in children owe their inI lection to tuberculous milk.

/HE SUNDAY SCHOOL AN INTERESTING AND INSTRUCTIVE LESSON. Reflections of an Elevating Character— Wholesome Food for Thought — Studying the Scriptural Lesson Intelligently and Profitably. The lesson for Sunday, March 8, m y be found In 11. Kings 5: 14. Golden text—Who forgiveth all thine Iniquities; who healeth all thy diseases.— Ps. 103: 3. introductory. We have before us a beautiful lesson: no difficulty in interesting both young and old in Its Incidents. And the spiritual teachings, too, are qutie apparent. It has a strong Calvinlstic flavor, the Douay version especially bringing this out (See Variations). In the latter we read that he was “a valiant man and rich,” and yet his valor and riches could do nothing for him. We read also that it was rubbers” who had brought this little serving ma d into their midst. And so our part in the transaction of the cross which brought the world salvation was only violence and murder. Moreover, we read the directions, “Wash and thou shalt be clean;” furthermore, “And lie was made clean.” Surely, It is “not by might nor by power, but by my Spirit, saith the Lord of hosts.” WHAT THE LESSON BAYS. Now. Introducing another incident from the life of Elisha, probably one of the familiar folk-stories of the time—a true folkstory. Naaman, meaning pleasant; from the word signifying grace, favor. It is this Came word that occurs In the well-known passage. “Her ways are ways of pleasantness” (Prov. 3: 17.) With his master. Literally, Before his master, or in the eyes of, 1. e., lie was a favorite. Deliverance. Hebrew, salvation. “With an everlasting salvation.” Isa. 45:17 has this same word. At 1 Samuel 10: 5 the word is again used as here. Mr. Lumby of tho Cambridge Bible ■suggests that this was the Hebrew way of putting it, i. e., “the Lord had given.” A mighty man in valor. The Douay, taking to" word as used here in the sense accepted a. Gon. 34: 29, renders it a valiant man and rich. Seo Variations. A leper. Hebrew, smitten. With his horses. In ceremony. And stood at the door. More ceremony. Sent a messenger. The healing was not through the person of Elisha. Wash. From tho word meaning to overwhelm. In Jordan. Os course implying entrance to tho stream. And thou sbalt bo clean. Imperative form, Bo thou clean. So at Matt. 8: 3. WHAT THE LESSON TEACHES. A leper. Hero are a succession of suggestive pictures in this lesson. And tho first is a representation of the sinner. Sin is moral leprosy , and it lias taken hold of all tho race. Leprosy spreads through all tho body, step by step. So sin. Says Dr. Guthrie: “Sin is like the descent of’a hill, where every step wo take increases the difficulty of our return. Sin is like a river in its course; the longer it runs it wears a deeper channel, and the farther from the fountain it swells in volume and acquires a greater strength. Sin is like a tree iu its

r^ogress; tho longer it grows it spreads its ro s tho wider; grows taller, grows thicker, V*l the sapling which once an infant’s arm could bend raises its head aloft, defiant of the strong.” Sin is a very cancer for hideous growth. A little maid. Hero was tho instrument. God uses agents, and here it Is, a little child again that leads. Sho found her cry where the prophet could not. They tell us that a company of dissolute and wicked men used to meet to exchange ribald, skeptAal words In a certain drinking club, t Jorge Whitfield was preaching near by,but <>l course had no access to this vile throng. But a negro boy had. And one night they had him exercise his unusual power of mimicry by “taking off” the great preacher. 1*• protested, fie his own heart had been reached, but they compelled him, their slave, to go on. Ho did so: “Me speak do truth in Christ, me lie not.” Then, forgeting himself and his African patois, lie uttered one of George Whitfield’s groat texts: “Except ye repent ye shall all likewise peris«.” It went like an arrow to theii^Moarts and the club was broken up. I will send a letter. Such, indeed, is prayer—a letter sent unto the king. The king here was the wrong person, but it found right destination when it reached Elisha, the servant of God who is the true king. That letter was a small thing, but it led to Naaman's recovery. Prayer seems a little thing, but it sets mighty engines in operation for us. “What can that little boy do?” said tho thanes when they tried to take his father’s estates away from the young King Alfred. “I can pray to God in Heaven,” was the truly royal reply. And stood at the door. Here is personal resort, it properly accompanies prayer. “Take with words,” says Hosea, “and turn to the Lord.” Some of us are satisfied with sending on the words; we do not ourselves turn to the Lord. If so the words are meaningless. They go not higher than our heads. The Lord wants us to come ourselves to the door. Prayer is but the method of approach, the roadway, as it were. McCheyne, we hear, was accustomed to say that he spent a great part of his time In getting in tune for prayer, 1. e., for the personal presentation. Says Gunnell: “It is harder to get a bell up than it is to ring it when it is up.” Go and wash. Our part is cleansing. The healing is of God, but he acts through our activity, not through our inactivity, God working in us of his good pleasure. The trouble with men to-day is In their failure to live up to these two ’Words, go, wash. The way is open, the fountain lies broad. If we ail of salvation it is because of something we fail to do. God can do no more for us than he has, until we accept what he has done. On the pavement of a coll across the water is written the word “Resist.” It Is tho word that tells the secret of impenitence in every sin-receptive heart. Wash and be clean. Why not? Our leprosy seems past this cleansing of this water, but so he bids us; respond in faith. “Everything is clear to me now’,” said some one to the pastor; “I do not know how nor why it is so. But you read a hymn the other night with these words: * *A guilty, weak, and helpless worm, On thy kind arms I fall; Be thou my strength and righteousness. My Jesus and my all.’ ” “I saw then at once I had nothing to do but to trust Jesu-. . . . Why, sir, don’-t you think that the reason why we do not get out of our darkness soomv is that we don't believe?” And he wa^clean. It t- clean, that was all. He hadn't cleansed himself. This was tho Lord’s doing, and marvelous in his eyes. When Mr. McLaren, of Edinburgh, lay dying his ministerial associates said to him: “What are you doing, brother?” Said he. ' “I will tell you wiiat I am doing, brother, 1 I am gathering together all my prayers, all my sermons, all my good deeds, all my evil , deeds; and I am going to throw them all; overboard, and swim to glory on the plank i of Free Grace.”

Next Lesson —“Gehazi Punished.” 2 Ki 5: 15-27. 311 The more quietly and peaceably • get on the better for ourselves and r i neighbors. In nine cases out of °3 I the better course is, if a man chO^ j vou, to quit dealing with him; ifBU is abusive, to quit his company; if he slander you, to take care to lg| so that nobody will believe it. W ever he is or however he misuses yV 1 । the wisest way is to let him alone, ' there is nothing better than this qu way of dealing with the wrongs meet. mw

INDIANA LEGISLATURE. In the Senate, February 19, the bill for civil service for benevolent institutions was defeated; building assot’ation killed; bills passed placing contr^Ox Evansville metropolitan police in hands of council; giving State Geoit^tat power to appoint oil inspector; abolish water works trustees in towns of 5,000 inhabitants. House—Fee and salary bill considered, but no progress made. Large number of bills passed, including one to publish names of persons receiving aid from township trustees. Bills were passed by the Senate, Feb. 20, requiring registration of dogs; licensing pawnbrokers; long discussion of the cigarette bill, but no action thereon; bill for discharge of incurable and insane defeated. House—Fee and salary bill engrossed. In the House, Feb. 21, the Oppenheim tax bill was considered in committee of the whole. The bills amending the Barrett ten-year-street-improvement act,was advanced to a third reading with an amendment exempting Indianapolis from the application of the bill. M_r<fTayptWTl- - introduced a bill, which passed under a suspension of the rules, authorizing the sale of a certain tract of land at Fairview, in Rush County, which had lapsed to the State from a defunct college. Mr. Cullop introduced a bill authorizing tho Governor to appoint three members of the legal profession, one of whom shall be the Attorney-General, to prosecute the claim of th : State against the Terre Haute and Indianapolis Railroad. It was referred to the Committee on Education, because the money to be recovered belongs to the school fund. Mr. Fippen introduced a bill giving women the right to vote at municipal elections. In the Senate, Feb. 23, the bill imposing a license of S2OO on cigarette dealers was indefinitely postponed. This virtually kills it. The following bills were passed; authorizing boards of school commissioners in towns of 30,000 and upward to issue bonds to the amount of SIOO,OOO for construction of new library building; licensing itinerant venders. The fee and salary bill passed the House with a clause exempting officers elected last November from its provisions. The Oppenheim new scheme of taxation was ordered engrossed with amendments. Its consideration in committee of the whole occupied nearly the entire session. A resolution by Mr. Gent to strike out the provision which requires counties to turn over to the State all taxes collected from railroads was defeated by one vote—ayes 47; noes 48. The Terre Haute metropolitan police bill passed without discussion.

In the Senate, Feb. 24, Mr. Ewing’s bill, providing for the creation of a world's fair commission and the appropriation of $200,000 for the exhibit of Indiana’s product at the fair came up on second reading and evoked considerable discussion. An amendment offered by its author was adopted providing that the commissioners shall receive no compensation beyond the amount absolutely necessary for their expenses. The Senate then went into committee of the whole on the tax bill. In the House the following bills were passed: To raise revenues by taxing corporations when filing articles of incorporation with the Secretary of State; to authorize the appointment of attorneys to prosecute claim against Vandalia Railroad; to relocate county seats of Jennings and Jackson; to apportion the State for legislative purposes; to authorize Union County t issue bonds to complete court house, etc. In the Senate, February 25, a bill passed appropriating,sloo,ooo for exhibit of Indiana products at the World’s Fair; tax bill engrossed with amendments; bill placing appointment of Inspector of Oils in the hands of State Geologist passed over the Governor's veto. House—Oppenheim’s general tax bill passed, with railroad tax feature eliminated; bill engrossed to place the Soldiers’ Orphans’ Home in hands of a non-partisan board; Coal Oil and Mine Inspector bill passed, the former over the Governor's veto; sanitary plumbing bill killed; Appellate Court bill passed. Cutting Heads Off. You probably know that, in Berlin, when they wish to deprive a criminal of his life they cut him in two at the neck. The executioner that wields the sharp ax is called upon to exercise his functions on an average about once a month. His name is Krauts, a mildfaced old fellow, with a soft, gentle voice, a dandy manner and white iiands, and on these occasions he usually smokes a cigarette. He has four assistants, a quartette of cruel, hardlooking men, whose duty it is to strip the victim. In the case under notice the culprit was suffering the extreme penaltv of the law for no less a crime— - — ■ than the murder of his wife and two children. When he had been stripped to the undershirt, the collar of which was cut down to the level of his shoulders, his feet pinioned and his hands tied behind him, lie was led out and his head placed upon the block. In the meantime, Krauts, the executioner, had stood among the few spectators of tho scene, quietly ])uffing his cigarette, and without anything in his demeanor indicative of his office. When the platform was reached he threw aside his cigarette, grasped the ax in his white, sinewy hands, gave it a swing upward, and stru -k with a force sufficient to detach the head from the body instantly. The remains were covered with black cloth, and the witnesses, having signed their names, were escorted out of the ! jail. ! I have seen many executions by hanging, and a number by ball and shot, and have witnessed one or two poor victims ' being keel-hauled, but it seems to i me that decap tation must be the

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