Indiana State Sentinel, Indianapolis, Marion County, 18 September 1889 — Page 6

THE INDIANA STATE SENTINEL, WEDNESDAY, SEPTEMBER 18, 183.

RETURNED FR031 HIS TRIP.

TALMAGE IN HIS OWN PULPIT AGAIN. A Timely Discourse On. the Subject ot "The Sunrise," From the Text "The Day I At niirtn-The World Being Gradually Christianized. The Rev. T. DaWitt Talmage, D. D., was welcomed home last Sunday by an oversowing congregation. At the opening of the service the hymn Leinninr "Welcorie, sweet day of rest That sav the Lord arise," "Va3 sung w ith nne elTect. Dr. Talmape's Fubject was "The Sunrise," and his text "The day is at hand." Romans, xiii, 12. lie said: Rack from the mountains and the eeaFide and the springs and the farm-house, your cheek bronzed and your spirits lighted, I hail you home again with the words of Gehazi to the Shunammite : "Is it well with thee? Is it well with thy husband? Is it well with the child?" On gome faces I see the mark of recent grief, but all along the track of tears I see the Ftory of resurrection and reunion when nil tears are done; the deep plowing of the keel followed by the flash of the phosphorescence. Now that I have asked you in regard to your -welfare, you naturally ask how I am. Very well, thank you. Whether it was the bracing air of the Colorado mountains, 12,000 feet above the level of the 6ea, or the tonic atmosphere of the Pacific coast, or a bath in the surf of Long Island beach, or w hether it h the joy of standing in this great group of warm-hearted friends, or whether it is a new appreciation of the goodness of Hod, I cannot tell. I simply know I am crandly and gloriously and inexpressibly happy. It was said that John MoiTatt, the great methodist preacher, occasionally got fast in his sermon, and to extricate himself would cry, "Hallelujah !'' I am in no such predicament tolay, but I am full of the same rhapsodic ejaculation. Starting out this morning on a new ecclesiastical year, I want to give you the kev-note of my next twelve months' ministry. I want to set it to the tun of Antioch, Ariel and Coronation. tome time ago we had a new Etop put in this organ a new trumpet etop and I want to put a new trumpet stop into my sermons. The first ray of the datvn I see in the gradual substitution of diplomatic skill i .- human butchery. "Within the last twenty-live years there have been international differences which would have brought a shock of arms in any other day, but which were peacefully adjusted, the pen taking the place of the sword. That Alabama question in any other age of the world would have caused war between the United States and England. How was it settled? By men-of-war off the Narrows or off the Mersey? By the gulf stream of the ocean crossed by a gulf btreatu of bluOu ? Iy the pathway of rations incarnadined? No. A few wise men go into quiet room in Geneva, talk the matter over, and telegraph to Washington and to London: "All settled. 3'eace. I'eace. England pays to the Vnited States the amount awarded pays real, y more than she ought to have paid. But still all thzz Alabama hroi! is settled Fettled forever. Arbitration instead of battle." So the quarrel eight or nine years aaro about the Canadian fisheries in any other rce would have caused war between the Vnited States and England. England said: "Pay me tor the invasion of my Canadian fisheries." The United States said: "I will not pay anything." Well, the two rations say: "I gu-'ss we had better leave the whole matter to a commission." The commission is appointed, and the commission examines tlie affair, and the commission reports, and pay we ought, pay we must, pay we do. Not a pound of powder burned, not a cartridge bitten o:f, no ono hurt so much p.s by the scratch of a pin. Arbitration instead of battle. So the Samonn controversy in any other cge w ould have brought Germany and the 1'nited States into bloody collision. But nil is settled. Arbitration instead of batik-. I find another ray of the dawn in the compression of the world's distance. What a slow, snail-like, almost impossible thing would have been the world's rectification with 1.4X),000,(XX)of population nnd no facile means of communication; but now, thro.igh telegraphy for the eye and telephonic intimacy for the ear, and through steamboating and railroading, the l'.",000 miles of the world's circumference er fehrivelingupintoinsigniticantbrevity. Hong Kong is nearer to New York than a few years sigo New Haven was; Bombay, Moscow, Madras, Melbourne within speaking distance. Purchase a telegraphic chart and by the blue line ssee the telegraphs of the land and by the red lines the cables under the ocean. You see what opportunity this is going to give for tlie final movements of Christianity. A fortress may le months or years in building, but aiter it is constructed it miy do all its work in twenty minutes. Christianity his been planting its batteries for nineteen centuries, and may go on in the work through other centuries; but when those batteries are thoroughly planted, thse fortre&s 6 are fully built, they may ail do their work in twenty-four hours. The world sometimes derides the church for slowness of movement. Is science any quicker? Did it not take science Vö2 years to find out so simple a thine as the circulation of the human blood? With the earth and the sky full of electricity, science took 5,800 years lefore it even guessed that there was any" practical ii3e that might be made of this subtle and mighty element. When good men take possession of all these scientific forces, and all there agencies of invention, I do not know that the redemption of the world will be more than the work of half a day. Ho we not real the queen's speech at the proroguing of parliament the day lefore in London? If that be so, is it anything marvelou3 to believe that in twenty-four hours a divine communication can reach the whole earth ! Suppose Christ should descend on the nations many expect that Christ will come among the nations personally suppose that to-rrorrow morning, the Son of God, from a hovering cloud, should descend upon these cities. Would not that fact be known all the world over in twenty-four hours? Suppose He should present His gosp-il in a few words, saying: "I am the Son of God; I came to pardon all your sins $.nd to heal all your sorrow ; to prove that I am a supernatural being I have just descended from the clouds ; do 3ou believe me, and do you believe me row?" Why, all the telegraph 6tations of the earth would be crowded as none of them were ever crowded jrnt after a ehipwreck. I tell you all these thinss to show you it is not among the impo-fibiii-ties or even the improbabilities that Christ will conquer the whole earth and do it instanter wkn the time comes. There are tore token in gs in the air. Something great is going to happen. I do not think that Jupiter it going to run us down or that the axle of the world is going to break; but I mean something great for the world's blensingand not for the world's damage is going to happen. I think the world has hal it hard enough. Enough,

the London plagues. Enough, the Asiatic cholera. Enough, . the wars. Enough, the shipwrecks. . Enough, the conflagrations. I think our world could stand right well a procession of prosperities and triumphs. Better bo oa the look-out. Better have your observatories " open toward the heavens, and the Tenses of "your most powerful telescopes well polished. Better nave all your Leyden jars ready for some new pulsation of mighty influence. Better have new font? of type in your printing orfiees to set up some astounding good news. Better have some new banner that has never been carried ready fur sudden processions. Retter have the "bells in your church towers well hung and rope? within reach that you may ring out the marriage of the king's son. Cleanse all your courthouses, for the jude of all tlie earth may appear. Let all your legislative halls be gilded, for the trreat lawgiver may be about to come. Drive off the thrones ot

despotism all the occupants, for the king I oi neaven and earth may he auout to reign. ( The darkness of' the night is blooming and whitening into the lilies of morning cloud, and the lilies reddening into the roses of stronger day fit garlands, whether white or red, for Him on whose head are many crowns. "The day is at hand!" One more ray of dawn I see in facts chronological and mathematical. Come now, do not let us do another stroke of work until we have settled one matter. What is going to be tho final issue of this great contest between sin and righteousness? Which is going to prove himself the stronger, God or Diabolus? Is this world going to be all garden or all desert? Now h't us have that matter settled. If we le!ieve Isaiah and Ezekiel and Hosea and Micah and Malachi and John and Peterand Paul ami Christ we believe that it is going tobe all garden. But let us have it settled. Iet us know whether we are working on toward a success or toward a dead failure. If there is a child in your house sick and you are sure he is going to get well you sympathize with present pains, but all the foreboding is gone. If you are in a cyclone oil" the Florida coast and the captain assures you the vessel is stanch and the winds are changing for a better quarter and he i3 snre he will bring you safe into the harbor, you patiently submit to present distress with the thought of safe arrival. Now I want to know whether we are coming on toward dismay, darkness and defeat, or on toward light and blessedness. You and I believe the iatter, and if so, every year we spend is one year subtracted from the world's woe, and every event that passes, whether bright or dark, brings us one event nearer a happy consummation, and by all that is inexorable in chronology and mathematics I commend you to good cheer and couraere. If there is anything in arithmetic, if you subtract two from five and leave three, then by every rolling sun, we are coming on to a magnificent terminus. Then every winter passed is one severity for our poor world. Then every summer gone by brings us nearer unfading aborescense. Put your algebra down on your bible and rejoice. ft it is nearer morning at 3 o'clock than it is at "J, if it is nearer morning at 4 o'clock than it is at I), then we are nearer the dawn of the world's deliverance. God's clock seems to go very slowly, and the pendulum swings and the hands move, and it will yet strike noon. The sun and the moon stood still once; they will never stand still again until they stop forever. If you believe arithmetic as well as your bible you must believe we are nearer the dawn. "The day is at hand." There is a class of phenomena which makes me think that the spiritual and the heavenly world may after a while make a demonstration in this world which will brine all moral and spiritual things to a cliuiax. Now, I am no spiritualist, but every intelligent man has noticed that there are strange and mysterious things which indicate to him that perhaps the spiritual world is not so far oil as sonetimes we conjecture, and that after a while from the spiritual and heavenly world there may be a demonstration upon our world for its betterment. We call it magnetism or we call it mesmerism or we call it electricity, because we want some term to cover up our ignorance. I do not know what that is. I never heard an audible voice from the other world. I am persuaded of this, however: that the veil between this world and the next is getting thinner and thinner, and that perhaps after while at the call of God not at the call of the Davenport brothers or Andrew Jackson Davis some of the old scriptural warriors, Bomeof the spirits of other days mighty for God a Joshua, or a Caleb, or a David, or a Paul may come down and help us in this battle against unrighteousness. Oh, how I would like to have them here him of tlie Ked sea, him of the valley of Ajalon, him of Mars hill. History says that Robert Clayton of the English cavalry, at the close of a war bought up all the old cavalry horses, lest they be turned out to drudgery and bard work, and bought a piece of eround at Naversmire heath and turned these old war horses into the thickest and richest pasture to spend the rest of their days for what they had done in other days. One day a thunder-storm came up. and these war horses mistook the thunder of the skies for the thunder of battle, and they wheeled into lines no riders on their backs they wheeled into line ready for the fray. And I doubt me whether," when the last thunder of this battle for God and truth goes booming through the heavens, the oli. scriptural warriors can keep their places on their thrones. Methinks they will spring into the fight and exchange crown for helmet, and palm branch for weapon, and come down out of tho king's galleries into the arena, crying: "Make room! I must light in this great Armageddon." My beloved people, I preach this sermon because I want you to toil with tlie sunlight in your faces. I want you old men to understand before you die that all the work you did for God while yet your ear was alert and your foot fleet is going to be counted up in tho final victories. I want all these younger people to understand that when they toil for God they always win the day ; that all prayers are answered and all Christian work is in some way elfectual, and that the tide is setting in the right direction, and that all heaven is on our side saintly, cherubic, seraphic, archangelic, omnipotent, chariot and throne, doxo!ogy and procession, principalities and dominion, Le who hath the moon under His ieet, and all the armies of heaven on white horses. Brother! brother! all I am afraid of is, not that Christ will lose the battle, but that you and I will not get into it quick enough to do something worthy of our blood bought immortality. 0 Christ! how shall I meet thee, thou of the 6carred brow and the scarred back and the scarred hand and the scarred foot and the scarred breast, if I have no scars or wound3 gotten nn thy service? It shall not le so. I step out to-day in front of the battle. Come on you foeg of God, I dare you to the combat. Come on, with pens dipped in malignancy. Como on, with tongues forked and viperine and adderous. Come on, with types soaked in the scum of the eternal pit," I defy yea! Come on ! I bare my brow, I uncover my heart. Strike! I cannot see my Lord until I have been hurt for Christ. If we do not suffer with Him on earth, we can not glorify with Him in heaven. Take good heart. On! On! On! See! The skies have brightened. See! The hour is about to come. Pick out all the cheeriest of the anthems. Let the orchestra string their best instruments. "The night is far epent, the day is at hand."

TENT LIFE IN PALESTINE.

IN THE HEART OF THE HOLY LAND. From Jericho Back to JerttsaJem Departure From Jerusalem The Ruins of Ancient Bethel In Camp at tnj;il Boar Hunt Bedouin Dances, Etc. Sixjal, Palestine. Special. Arriving again at the Jericho hotel, hot and thirsty, after our ride from the Jordan, our host regaled us with a refreshing drink mado of the "sweet lemons" which abound here, and which are perfect lemons in fcrm and appearance, but are 6weet instead of sour, although bearing no resemblance to the orange. As we eat in front of the hotel later in the evening discussing the lively event3 of the day. we were surrounded by a large crowd of dusky villagers bearing torches who had come to entertain us with a sample of the Bedouin dances. A circle was formed and the female members of the tribe with small rings in their noses and their chins and foreheads tattooed, appeared and went through their peculiar dances, which are largely made up of graceful movements of tho body rather than the feet, and are accompanied by the chants of the on-lookers and the shrill Bhriek3 or trills of tho dancers themselves, which seem to accompany all important events in which Arab women figure, whether of festivity or mourning. It is very closely akin to an Indian war whoop, ami there is something very similar in many respects in the Bedouin and Indian character, and I observed that the war dances of the men on this occasion very much resembled those of our own red men of the plain. They went through all the movements of attack the stealthy approach, the surprise, the upraised knife, and the cruel death-blow being all vividly represented. The Bedouin has likewise the same light and quick movements, the same sensitiveness to distant sou nds, and the same ability to follow difficult trails evidenced in his Indian brother. Like him, too, he can bear great and lone-continued fatigue on the slightest food, and he will trot along all. day contentedly before your horse, his only refreshment being a handful of raw flour or a few dates, figs, or olives, and in fact his usual repast consists only of these simple articles, supplemented by a little bread or oil, meat being a luxury 6eldom indulged in. After the dance was over one of their number appeared on all fours badly disguised as a lion, and after various tricks with the natives approached us ferociously, kindly informing us, however, that we would not be devoured if we were liberal in the supply of "backsheesh." Kealizing that the time for the distribution of that necessary article had arrived, we knew that we should be fairly mobbed if we attempted to decide for ourselves who of those present were entitled to our consideration, so we placed the entire amount in the hands of our guard, Moussa, for equitable division and then fled to the inmost recesses of the house, and judging from the Bedlam that raced outside for the next half hour poor Moussa had a hard time of it. However, he evidently got through with it satisfactorily in the end, for he later came to us with the information that the villagers had organized a grand wild-boar hunt in our honor, and that it would be necessary for us to be up before daylieht if we desired to be "in at the death." The manner of the hunt is a novel one, the men concealing themselves near the feeding haunts of the boar the night before and carefully watching for his appearance when he comes out for food at 3 or 4 o'clock in the morning. Then, after a long struggle, they run him down and beat him to death with the long, bard clubs, which are average weapons of the poorer classes among the Arabs. The wild boar is a vicious animal and frequently makes a bitter and dangerous fight for life. We didn't get up sufficiently early in the morning to see much of the chase, but we had the pleasure of breakfasting on a nice chop cut from the victim, it being our first taste of wiid-boar meat. Alter breakfast was over the hunters appeared and were duly rewarded with the ever requisite backsheesh, atter which, in gratitude, one of them offered to present me with a scorpion that he had just captured, but declined his generous offer with an eagerness and vigor that astonished him. These poisonous pests, together with numerous snakes abound in this valley and our host cheerfully informed us that he had found one in his bedroom but a 6hort time before. Another plague of this locality, but of a different kind, is a peculiar boil or sore that comes upon the arm, neck, or some part of the body, of nearly all visitors who continue any length of time here and usually remains for a year or more, much to the annoyance of the sufferer; from its strange shape and appearance it is called the "Jericho button." Before our departure we witnessed a novel proceeding in the line of medical practice in the case of a Bedouin who was ill with some complaint of the 6tomach. When all was prepared he stretched himself out on the ground flat upon his back, while the friendly practitioner passed a red-hot iron to and fro over his abdomen, making the flesh "sizzle" at every movement. This is called the "fire cure," and tho Arabs use it for nearly every ailment, their bodies and limbs being covered with scars of past efforts at recovery. Mounting our hprses we bade a final adieu to Jericho and rode across the deserted plains through what had once been the beautiful garders presented, to Cleopatra by the infatuated Mark Antony. The trip back to Jerusalem, by way of "the "Wilderness of Engedi" and "Mar Saba," was even more wild and desolate than our former route and much less interesting. The monastery of Mar Saba is ono of the most remarkably located buildings in the world, and it clings to the precipitous side3 of the mountain as if it were only temporarily stuck on and was ready at any moment to drop off into the fearful abyss below. It is built in terraces rising one above the other into the crevices of the natural rock, out of which are hewn the cells in which its Greek monks reside. They are never permitted to leave its walls and are followers of St. Saba who fled to this desolate spot where he lived in a cave, which the monks still point out as tne place in which he dwelt in peace and contentment for many years along with a lion who was in possession when the worthy saint arrived. A cave, at best, is not an inviting place of residence, but w hen at comes to sharing it with a lion I confess that I am not sufficiently saintly to appreciate it a lion's appetite is so variable. The fair sex are never permitted to set foot within the sacred precincts of this monastery, for, while its worthy founder had no fear of a roaring lion, he fully realized the danger to be feared from a fascinating female going about seeking whom she mieht devour. It is not improbable that the saint had been a married man before he became a hermit and knew how to appreciate the quiet peace and gentleness of a lion's cave as compared with the home of lovely woman when she gets her war paint on. However, I believe the tradition asserts that in the course of years he tired of the lion's society also, ani finally suggested that he

take his trunk to another boarding-house, which request the king of beasts politely complied with. From Mar Saba we had"an uneventful ride back to Jerusalem, nothing of the slightest interest occurring, barring the shooting of a splendid specimen of the Syrian partridge by one ot the guards. These beautiful birds are almost as large as our Guinea hens and are excellent game for the European sportsman. I was struck with the peculiar manner in which the Bedouin hastened to cut the partridge's throat to let out the blood before it was entirely dead, the Mohammedan theory being that animal food is unfit to be eaten unless this course is pursued. Iteachinac my old quarters at Jerusalem once more I bade my Scotch "compaguon du voyage" a final adieu, and, after a busy day of preparation, started off alone upon the long touting tour through interior Palestine. I have always made it a rule in my travels to avoid Cook's conducted parties, and other similar arrangements, as I have no relish for being drageed here and there by an all-important conductor, along with a dozen or so of other miserable mortals who are compelled to be at certain points exactly at certain hours, and whose personal convenience is never in the si i eh test degree consulted. Nevertheless, while I have avoided their conducted parties vigorously I always used the Cook ollices and made all my arrangements through their agents in Syria and Egypt, for the simple reason that "Cook & Son" have a practical monopoly of ail that is most desirable and convenient in connection with travel in those countries. I therefore contracted with Mr. Clark, the courteous American who has charge of the firm's interests in Jerusalem, to furnish me with one sleeping tent, one cooking tent, two horses, four mules, three donkeys, a draeoman, a cook and three muleteers. Of course, my being entirely alone, so far as fellow travelers were concerned, made it more expensive than if I had accompanied a party, but I was amply repaid in the complete "freedom of action I enjoyed and the coming and going as it suited my convenience. In other words, I wa3 monarch of all I surveyed for the time being, and as we filed out of the "Damascus gate" and over the Mount of Scopus in single file, my little retinue of six persons and nine horses, mules and donkeys made quite an imposing procession. Sasoor and myself were in front mounted on the same "horses we had ridden to the Jordan, followed by the cook and muleteers on donkeys and the pack mules loaded with the tents, baggage, cooking utensils, etc., and last, but not least, "Barud," the doe, who was an important member of our bappy family. I had adorned my head with the regulation "cafeah" and "a gal," and with a long camel's hair cloak entolded about me and a gun strapped across my back, made quite a representative Bedouin sheik. I had borrowed a shotgun from a gentleman of Jerusalem, not only as a protection against marauders, but with great visions of the game that I expected to destroy along the way. However, beyond an occasional shot at a distant jackal, hyena or gazelle, I accomplished but little in that direction. The conduct of the beautiful light-footed gazelles was particularly exasperating, and for the first few days they kept me busy running up and down the mountain sides in futile efforts to get near enough for a pop at them. Hamedt my chief muleteer, was quite a character in his way, and as he had previously accompanied me to tho Jordan valley, and other excursions, we were already old friends, but there was one fault under which he labored that I could not forgive, and that was an uncontrollable disposition to sing the songs of his native land. Any one who has ever heard an Arab sone will never forget the monotonous, doleful funereal chant in which there seems to be but one note and the least possible resemblance to a tune. Haraed was an aspiring young man of family in fact two families being the legal possessor of two wives, with great hopes of soon getting another.as he proudly assured me. He was a firm believer in the value of personal adornment and decoration as an aid to securing the affections of the gentler sex, and with two rings in the extreme tops of his ears and a gorgeous ring on his thumb, he was gotten up in a manner highly calculated to mash the susceptible mos lern maiden, His ambitions all seemed to rather lie in this direction and he looked forward with great anticipation to the time when he should make the pilgrimage to Mecca and return with thetitle'of "Hadji" and the right to wear a green turban the rest of his da-s, and especially his translation to Paradise after death with forty beautiful wives to attend him, as is promised to all of the faithful who have made this holy pilgrimage. As we rode up the hill of Scopus we stopped for a farewell look at Jerusalem, as from this point there is a splendid view of the city, and then continued on over the plain "by way of Shafat, the ancient Nob, "city of the priests." where David tied from the anger of King Saul and "Tuliel-el-Ful" ( "Little hill of beans") generally believed to be tho Gibeah where Saul was born and where he located his capital when "he abode in Gibeah under a treeM (I Sam, xxii, 0). It was here also that Rizpah gave her touching example of a mother's devotion by keeping her lonely watch for many mon'hs over the dead bodies of her unfortunate sons, Armoni and Mephibosheth, "suffering neither the birds of the air to rest on them by day nor the beasts of the field by night." (II Sam, xxi. 10.). A 6hort distance further on we pass by the wretched Arab village of El Ham or Ramab, frequently mentioned in the bible under the latter name, and crossing the border dividing the lands of Benjamin and Ephraim, pass through El Bireh (ancient Peeroth) w here it Is claimed Joseph and Mary, stopping for the night, discovered that the young Jesus had been left behind in Jerusalem disputing with the elders in the temple. Less than an hour's ride from El Bireh and we arrive at the ruins of venerable Bethel, that place so celebrated in biblical history where Jeroboam set up his idolatrous "golden calf," where Abraham "called on the name of tho Lord" and where Jacob had his glorious dream of the "ladder set up on the earth and the top of it reached to heaven" (Genesis xxviii). It was also somewhere about here that the wicked "forty and two children" mocked the prophet Elisha crying, "Go up, thou bald-head," and wero devoured in consequence by the "two she bears out of the woods" (II Kings, ii, 24.) It is not safe to trifle with bald-headed men in any country, and thoRe newspaper wags who make bad jokes about the occupants of the theatrical front rows, where the nimble ballet girl capereth, should take warning lest those more or less bare ones come forth from the mystical recesses of the stage and destroy them likewise. From Bethel we rode on through tho "Wady-el-Haramiyeh" or "Valley of the Robbers," which takes its name from the Bedouin bandits, whose practices have given it this cheerful appellation, and as evening approached, pitched our tents for the first night on the road at an Arab village called Sinjal, where the Turkish Bashi Bazouks have a post, it being our aim to always reach. one of these points in order to have the protection of the soldiers for our camp, two of which we pay atcach stopping place to stand guard over us through the night, otherwise we should pretty certainly be robbe! before morning, if nothing worse. After tho tents were placed in position and everything properly arranged, I found myself very comfortably ßituated indeed.

My personal tent was largo and roomy and I had a comfortable little iron bedstead and chairs, tables, washstands, etc., even to a carpet carefully spread. Here, with a good dinner before me ami five servants to attend me, to say nothing of the dog, I managed to exist rjuite pleasantly notwithstanding I was in camp in barbaric Asia far away from all that is supposed to make up comfort and luxury. The country had for a long time been dry and parched for want of rain, but during the night a pleasant shower came on that cooled the atmosphere, while s.ifely ensconced in my water-proof tent, I slept the sleep of the just free from all annoyances until break of ,day, when I was aroused by the loud call of the villaee muezzin and the responsive prayers of my Mohammedan guards outside. Will E. English. "I'M JES' A WAITINV

How a. Faithful Negro Wntchrt For Iiis Yonii!; Mistress to Come. Tlie Evening Lamp. In the alluvial region of Louisiana the forest foliage is almost impenetrable by sunshine, and the undergrowth of weeds and vines is as dense as a tropical jungle. Leaving a clearing and going into the woods is like a sudden transition from midday to twilight. Near a bayou in this wild section stands a white frame house, one story high, with a long roof whose elope is so gradual it would almost seem the rain would not flow from it. Years ago it was tenanted. Now it has no dwell ers, for the place is haunted. The spirits of a pure cirl and a brave soldier need not create fear. But people are superstitious ; besides, these ghosts are never seen, only heard. They moan in the garret; they call each other's names in the parlor; a wail coines up from the bayou ; but those who make these sounds are never visible. The old quarters are deserted by all, save one. He saw his young mistress leave home one still morning in autumn. She told him she would return at noon. She never returned, and he is waiting for her still. "Yes, marster," he said, "I'se heah yit, an' heah I'll stay till de Lawd taps me on de head an' says, 'Come erlocg, Rufus.' I kain't lebe. I couldn't ef I tried. Sposen she'd come back some evenin', who'd be heah ter take keer ob her? She wuz so good an' so sweet; I kin mos' see her now, skippin' erbout do house an' er singin' like er mockin'-bird. Cap'n Herndon come down dat mawnin ter tell her goodbye, fur be wuz er ewine ter fight de Yankees, you know. He wuz a mons'us fine man, ez stout ez er giant, but ez kinehearted ez Miss Lucy herself. Ez dey come out en de parlor, Miss Lucy, said 6he, turning to me: " 'Rufus, we're goin' ter take a skiffride.' "I seed 'im he'p her inter de skiff, an' won't never fergit how proud he looked an' bow purty she looked. He pulled out, an' dey shot up de stream like an arrer. It wuz er laup.g pull, mos' ha'f er mile, 'fore dey reacht de ben', an' I stood on de bank an' waetht de skiff cut fru de water lilies till dey got outen sight. I sot down an' waited. Dey didn't come, ltgrowed dark, an' de moss on de trees swung its arms like ez if it wuz 'stressed erbout sump'n. Dey didn't come. Erbout midnight de empty skiff come er floatin' down. De whole plantashun turnt out ter hunt fur 'em. Nex' day, erbout a mile up de byo, ole marster spied sump'n white layin' on er water lily. He rowed out an' got it. It wuz er piece ob paper, on which wuz rit dese words: 'George Herndon. Lucy Milburn.' Miss Lucy don dat. It was pinned ter de leaf by er goi' brespin whut she wore on her purty white frote dat mawnin'. "Rut we n ebber seed 'em no mo'. Ef dey were drownded dey got cotch ter de bottom dat byo's fearful deep an' full ob bresh an trees an' dey won't rise ergin till de sea pibs up its dead. Ole marster died. De las' words he said ter mo wuz: 'Rufus, don't quit lookin'.' An' I hain't frum dat day ter dis. I'se old an' tired an' my han' tremmels an' my face is full ob furrers, like er coulter makes in er new groun', but heah I'll stay till de Great Oberseer makes me lebe. Is de house haunted? Yes. But I wouldn't be afeerd ter stay dar ef I could see 'em. Ef Miss Lucy's sperret wuz ter come ter me I'd take it in dese poyr ole arms ob mine. De wailin' an' do moanin' cut my heart clean in two, so I keeps away früm dar. Ebery ebenin' I stnn's an' looks up de byo tell black darkness flops its wings ober de stream an' de scritch-owl cries like er los' chile. "Den I goes back home an' lights er taller can'le whut burns all night. Lucy mought come, an' case she did she'd see de light an' say: 'Uncle Rufus is lookin' fur us, George. See!' Fur ef dey do como dey'll come tergedder. Ef dey went ter de bottom ob de byo dey went tergedder, an' d;ir dev'll stay tell judgment, when dey'll stan' by de right han' oh do Lawd arm in arm." GENERAL SPORTING NOTES. Chappie Moran and Tommy Kelly (the Harlem spider) are botti training hard for a fight to take place in a few weeks. Sir Richard Sutton's cup defender, the Genesta, which cost something like ijtfO.OOO to build and equip, was recently sold for $7,500. Currie, the phenomenal professional shot putter, claims to be only t wenty-four years of age. lie stands six feet six inches in night and weighs 224 pounds. William Cummings. the English ex-champion runner, is to meet II. Darran of Sheffield, a high-cla6s man, in a one mile race at Sheffield for $250 a side Oct. 6. At the New York horse sale yesterday eight Fornclitle yearlinps brought an atrprepate of $2,400, while twenty Lexinpton stud youngsters brought an aggregate of $10,C95. Jimmie Kennard, the St. Paul kid, has sent a challenge to Cal McCarthy of New York, the bantamweight champion of the world, to fight to a finish for $1,000 a side, at a place to be agreed on between them. The first century run on record made by a lady has been made by Miss M. Kirkwood of Maplewood, Mas. Miss Kirkwood is a member of the Middlesex cluh and the distance covered was about one hundred and two miles. Prof. Mike Donovan says that there was a distinct understanding between Johnson, Mitchell and Fitzpatruk that Kilrain should lose the great fisht and that Pony Moore and Charley Mitchell never bet a dollar on Kilrain. President Fulda of the California athletic club thinks that the pporting authorities of the country should get together for the purpose of framing new rules for the governing of prize fights. He considers the Queensberry rules somewhat vague. Edward B. Rankin, sporting editor of the Boston Heran, died recently at Downer Landing of heart failure, aged forty-three years. He was one of the best posted sporting writers of New England and as an all-round reporter of games stood high in his profession. Harry Bethune, the well-known professional printer, says that he will ran II. M.Johnson, who is equally well known in this line, any distance from fifty yards to half a mile, if either Daniel II. Wilson of St. Jxmis or Georee D. Turner of Philadelphia will be secured for starter. The editor of the Jlluttrate l Xnr$ has succeeded in arranging a match with Mr. FJannitan, president of the board of directors of the Golden Gate athletic club of San Francisco, detween Jimmy Carroll, the well-known middle-weight of Brooklyn, and Mike Lucie, instructor of the Golden Gate club. The battle will be for a purse of 1 2,500; ?ö00 to to to the loser, and will take place on Nov. 13. Billy Dacey writes from California that when Le Blanche knocked Jack Denipaey out nearly all the spectators thought it was the Marine who went down, and when they discovered their mistake all was sympathy for Jack. When Dempsey started for his hotel from the dressingroom the crowds cheered him, while little notice was paid to the Marine. Dacey describes Le Blanche'i knock out blow as "a back handcr. such as an amateur would be apt to deliver," and adds that Dempsey can get backing of $."A(KQ in ten minutes tc meet Le Blanche with skia gloves.

CHILDREN'S ROUND TABLE.

A NEW YORK NEWSBOY'S EXPERIENCE. "I Wanter Be An Angel',-De Gospel Shot on De Bowery" Snorcher and His Trlend Tim Some Knotty Prob, lern to Solve, Ltc. The Bowery bar-room, says the Xew York Sun, was doing a rushing business. Before the long, polished, and ornate counter stood a thirsty throng. The head bartender, newly groomed, with his Vandyke beard caremlly trimmed and pointed, and wearing an apron unwrinkled and white as Alpine snow, stood behind a pyramid of slender glasses filled with ice and topped with a thin section sliced from an orange. It wns part of the ethics of this incomparable concocter of palate-ticklers that tho sight and the taste should both be catered to. He was performing that remarkable juggling feat in the preparation of a Manhattan cocktail in which two wine glasses are connected by a liquid ribbon, when a newsboy, pushinsr the swinging-door open, dashed in shouting: "Exty, extry ; all about how Hogan was drownded in de air ship ! On'y 1 cent 1" The bartender went on mixing his cocktail, and, holding one gla-s above his bead, let a ruby cascade fall into the other glass without spilling a drop. Then he threw a cent upon the counter and the boy tossed a paper, still damp from the press, to him. "Give us a glass o' beer, will ye, Billy?" said the newsboy, placing a nickel upon the counter. Rut Billy was looking through the newspaper to see if Sullivan had arrived in the city, and he paid no attention to the boy's request. Meanwhile the boy kicked at the bar and hummed the tune. "I Want to be an Angel," under his breath. The request was repeated and the bartender replied: "Look here, Tim; you know if I sell you beer the S. P. C. C. '11 be down here an' take me in." "A crown upon my forehead en a harp within my hand," continued Tim before replying, with a wink. "Ah, gi' me a glass, Billy. I ain't a-go-in' to squeal." Billy went to the door and looked up and down the street. Perceiving no officer he returned, drew a foaming glass of beer and shoved it across the counter to Tim, with the injunction: "Pour her down quick, Tim. I don't want to be a sixer on the island." While Tim was drinking, Billy said: "Were'd you learn the new song, iim?" "Up t' de gospel shop on de Bowery," replied the boy, wiping the froth from "bis mouth with his shirt sleeve. "Dey 're goin' to have a 'scursion up de Hudson We'n'sda', en I'm goin' to scoop it in. I'm jest workin' de racket fur cake en pie en ice cream, dat's what I'm doin'," said Tim with another knowing wink, as ho concluded the verse hallowed by so many childish lips: "I'll niafce de sweetest ramie, Kn raie llim dar an' night." Billy grinned as he wiped the beer drippings from tha counter, and when he turned to survey his immaculate shirt front and gleaming diamond pin in the gilded mirror, Tim grabbed his papers aud darted from the door. V t- s The short band on the city hall clock had crawled around to the hour of 0 p. m. The crowds on Park row had melted away and the shouts of "Extry !" by the newsboys were seldom heard. In city hall park a group of boys were playing craps. Tim was among them, still humming his desire to be an angel and with the angels stand. Suddenly Tim stopped humming, and, looking angrily at one of his comrades, exclaimed: "Gimme dat cent, Snorcher, er I'll break yer jaw!'' "You can't break nobody's jaw, Tim," replied Snorcher, as he shook the dice box for another throw. Just as he raised the box to make a cast, Tim struck him in the face with the flat of his right hand. The impact of the blow sent Snorcher rolling on the pavement, but he regained his feet and a rough-and tumble fight began. Locked in each other's arms they rolled out into the street. Here both struggled to an upright position, and just as an electric car came along Snorcher 6truck Tim a blow in the face which knocked him across the rails. Before the car could be stopped it had passed over both of Tim's legs, crushing them below the knees. An ambulance came rattling down Chambers-st. and stopped before the drug store into which Tim had been carried. Upon the floor in the back room lay the boy unconscious. His lips were white, as if fringed with silver cord. Two red rivulets on the cobblestones outside and over the cleanly-swept floor indicated that Tim was not so heavy as he had been in the morning. Three policemen kept the crowd back, one of whom held the sobbing and repentant Snorcher by the collar. A 3'oung surgeon forced his way through the crowd. I le cut the torn trousers off at tho knees and shook bis head as he bent over the injured boy. Five minutes later the ambulance was on its way to Chambers-st. hospital, bearing a weak and restless passenger. After the crushed limbs had been amputated, Tim awoke from his swoon and gazed feebly around the ward. The lucid interval was of but short duration, but the nurse saw his lips move, and, bending tenderly over him, she heard these words: "En' a harp within my " The last word was not uttered, for Tim fell again into the torpor of utter exhaustion At 10 o'clock the next morning a policeman, accompanied by Snorcher, came into the hospital. Said he to the orderly at the door : "Here's a kid as wants to see the boy that was run over last night. Can ye let him go up?" "I guess there's no objection. Here, this way, sonny," said the orderlj'. Snorcher eagerly followed to the bedside of Tim. As Snorcher looked down at the pallid face and the hands bleached to the color of the sheet upon which they lay, he would have burst into tears, had not the nurse cautioned him to keep quiet. A feeble smile stole over Tim's wan features as he opened his eyes and saw his friend standing beside him. Thrusting his grimy hand into his pocket Snorcher produced a rosebud, which he placed between Tim's nerveless fincers, whispering: "Breeve on her, Tim! B reeve on her tell she blows!" Tim nodded bis head feeblv and tried to raise the bud to his lips, but it fell beck'upon the counterpane. Then Snorcher took from his pocket two big yellow oranges. Placing these on the pillow he whispered eagerly;, "Eat 'em, Tim, an' when they're gone I'll buy ve some more, 'cause I've got a quarter left." It may have been that Tim had lost his taste for oranges. At any rate he paid no attention to them, but motioned to Snorcher to draw nearer to him. The angel of death must have been poising his spear over the hospital, for it was with effort that Tim articulated: "Snorch, vou kin go to de gospel picnic en get de ca"ke en ice cream 'stead o me 'cause I'm " Hero Tim became incoherent; and the only words Snorcher caught out of hia wandering utterances were: "Angel harp crown forehead." Snorcher was led away weeping bitterly, and locked up in tho tombs to await the

result of Tim'g injuries. In the evening just as the boys vt re shouting "Extry!" the nurse raise 1 the rosebud to Tim's lips, as she had done several times during the day in answer to his appealing glance, and the boy exhaled his las-t breath upon the flower in a vain attempt to "make it blow." i if Just as Tim started out on his journej into a far country, Rilly, the bartender, stood behind his pyramid of slender glasses again. Once more the lights were rellected from the shining- mirror and the dazzling t-toiM in the white shirt front. An idea struck Billy jut before the cocktail was completed, and he expressed it as follows : "Wonder where that ornery little cuss, Tim, is to-night? J ieer song he was sinirin' last nibt: 'U'anter be an angel and with the angels str.nd.' Do they make angels out of kids like him?" " Who knows?

KNOTTY PROBLEMS. 0:ir rvlors are SnritM ti f jrnish or! jinl enif. ma, chrai'"; ri 1 !!;, r-N iw, an 1 othsr "Knotty Protileta," a llrfi:i : rwnüumifation relative to thiidepartment In L. Ji. Clia'J ourn. Lewiston. M.J No. 2876 The TVinperaice Schoolmaster, fCoprrUhteJ.V-:!. by L. Ii. CUadUurn. A lc.)!ni i'cr on-o, wince rani i McDunce, W ith a hol'hy lr temperance im-arhitig, Tli'iiw.Ut that a'.(-ho! wa r tir to all, And its evil t i.tcts far-rarhinj. II wont on'1? to fw" k a faiLÜy mk. The tülar prop ot hi c .!i'-co, Wliom U" interviewed with tho ob; et cool Of inrrea:n j Iii quota of knowlcciie. Th;r rariAü viw were Terr diflue Sx'tne lacked Ejmn beer as i bUinj, Wbilf with rea ia as pound tma-i argued thej found The e.loct of indul-nc d:tre?3inc. Tlio fir: cuil l not think whht there was ia drink fr t mirance talkr-M tu :( et Hp thought it no smi to le sifn in pin, Wliou it yielded a haiidiue profit. The next co'i'J n-t U M e ih.it s'e Was an evil of mai." own chooMn. II whs twice in it aud fain in adroit The e2eet was a little coufu-ia.T. This Matemnt a third thought ouite absurd, Aud tMinch too murk al in li a Jruukard, Yet never in ittie'd i e'-r hv hen fit The trials of life to Kae con'iuerel. To the fourth it appeared a a mocker wierd Made Uim lead t!i lit of a Crusoe; lie who never would fliirh, wlin sober, an incl 1'roin angui-h, In win would do so. The fifth wouldn't like h;e episode Ftrik A tiliw at the temp'-rat movement ; Had been twi in te-r. ii his briet rjrecr, And saw a decided impwetat-nt. Thn another who went on aniueru,nt bent To a hall in the creatt elation, With the wine sf the feast uade Lirase'.f a beaaf As foul as in all creation. There rarac r.ne at lat with ( xrernre Tast in those ore thru end ir a trac.i; In concoctions and drinks that would puzzle t A thorough diciple of Eichas. Vet cider nude him a sootier trim, And the wine that is )iiil'--d hy the wealthy Made him hiehry iuo whu th" ale that flowg In Iva i n from the tap ntaie him healthy. Up the pwjaogue jumpei from the table he thumped, For. pedantic, h often wa spuntj "Tu water I'll stick through thin and through thii k. Though scoffer derlars me a Cunkr." Wm. Wll.sow. No. 2S7 7 Diamond. 1 A 1a44a e T V.-iMT 1rrt fl In Intfpnm.nk for raring. 4. More jt-nt-el. 5. l'onued like a cup. f.. Having appendages l.k the ar. 7. uhtanep of I -' ah I, . . II Pri... a res. no, is nature. K top oa euore. in. Certain cuins. 11. A letter. Orpheus, "o. 2S7S Numerical. How F, 0, 10, 11, and 'rn. Tha maxims uU would have us learn. Not for the ."), ii, 7, , Are the plain truths he does relate. Put for the 1, 2, 3 and 4, Where want looks through the half-dosed door. A wise and learned man wa all. But chose hiiu-elt as t7w'e to calL No. 2S7i Kereraion. Humor or disposition. hen lar.c; transposition, Mrutly, revision I should say. Will have a rirm fiTed lot for aye; Keap sentence for iruit n. LiiTTER-S WEET. No. S80 Diamond Cro. Entered for True.J Upper Left 1, a letter; 2, a cart; 3, head-lands; 4. a certificate appended to a 1 pal instru nent; 5, the kidnes; 6 a town of i ain; 7. a letter. Ipper Hicht !, a letter; , turf; 3, a kind of clossr silk; 4. perceived; 5, a fal-e flnrt-e iiar; 6, oue of Jsapoleon'a commanders; T. a letter. Ctntcr 1. a let:er; J, snl; It. a kind of carriage; 4, knotled; 5, the tiiue of au event iiottd; 6, a buyi nickname; 7, a letier. Lower Left-1, a letter; 2, chanr.el of a river;, t, a cluh: 4, vexed ; ., a dircciiun to e.ng aoftiy music;; 6, born (Fr. ; 7. a letter. Lower Right 1, a letter; 2, a case; 3, coin of sereral countries of Kurope; 4. an atiunil with tn fett 5, lrothv; 6, an article ol trifling value; 7, a letter. Elooniinton, Ind. C'of"rt.Esa, No. 28S1 Charade. Is there not tmn-port in the thought , That "only thyself can harm?" There i no re.ion for alarm When all thy paths with harm com fraught For prima' thee the fost Tine care Of heavenly cuidance e'ershad be; fear not. there's One who tiil can ace Where utriie f-uall cease or near or far. 'Where strife shall cease and rest hecin," !es not the thought ro'f'e' the sjul? let patience thy sa l h- art control Till but from sorrow tbou shal: win. B.TIER ÜWEET. No. 28SZ Double Acrostic. 1. In nuTn"r-time, upon the street TLii vehicle you often meet. 2. Pefo e a word when 'tis arracped. The meaning of th; word is changed. S. This means "Amid," cut short jometimef To suit the poets in their rhymes. 4. If perfect peace attend our ' Wc then have this, the livelong day.

An ancient kins, a man of note. Of him imiu'-rtal thakspeare wr 'te. The primals read before you stands An awkward Ut of Lastern lan is. tg.

An animal that's fierce and iron Is what the finals bring along. Answer. '.! Grandson. 28 2S' 0 larkeys vdark L's) after chickens. n t S T A n I, I S II K D T A L I A T I O X N A KBATE ST IL L 11 A V T "2 Ppinster, matron. l'a-nora-iua x :i A river. ;5 Fisherman. 1 2s Such Work Not Neeeasarjr. f Ftoston Courier. Yellowlj-, who is waiting: for hit fweetheart to dress, is beinp entertained by ber little sister. "What beautif:il curlinc hair you bare'eayi Yellowly to the little girl, "does it c url naturally?-' . "No," answered the little one frankly, "aiafei Maud doca it up in papers for me eTery niKhL' "And floes your fcister Maud do her owu op in papers, too?' 'Xop. She jut throws her on the bureau and curl it next moruiiic" Fully QualiUed to Serve, fllarper's Rjtar. Lawyer "Have you read the papers?" Talesman "No, cir; I can't read." Lawyer "What is your buine?" Talesman "I hain't tot none, sir." Lawyer "Wei!, how d you make a lirinT" Talesman "I don't make a livin. sir. 1 arc En inmate of theasylumforthe feeble-minded." Lawyer(to judc) "We will accept this man, your honor." Iii Oernpatlon Gone. Chicspo Ledger.) "Merchant (to applicant for chantrr-"! ra surprised to tee an able-bodied man like you beeeinjr." Applicant (in hoarse whisper) "Oi've loht me voice, and can't folly me ierfesion." Merchant "What is your profession ?' r-plicant "Clan-na-Uael agitator."