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Rev. Dr. Talmage, who has left Indiap
and is now on his homeward journey,
has selected pi..s the subject of this week's
sermon bhrough the press, "The Looking
Glass," the text being Pxodus xxxviii, 8:
"And. He made the laver of brass, and
the foot of it was of braes, of the looking
glasses of the women assembling."
We often hear about the Gospel in
John and the Gospel in Luke, and the
Gosp!,1 in Idatthow; but there is just as
surely a Gospel of Moses, and a Gospel of
Jeremiah, and a Gospel of Devi& In
other wards, Christ is as certainlyto be
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found in the Old Testament as n bite
New.
When the Israelites were raterehmg
through the wilderness they carried. their
chure.i with them, They called it the
tabernacle. It was a pitched tent, very
costly, very beautiful. The frame -work
was made of forty-eight boards of acacia
-
wood set in sockets of silver. The cur-
tains of the place were purple, and scar-
let, and blue, and fine linen, and were
hung with most artistic) loops. The
candlestiek of that tabernacle had shaft,
and branch, and. bowl of solid gold, and
thefigares of cherubim that stood there
had wings of gold ; and there were lamps
of gold, and snuffers of gold, and tongs
of gold, and. rings of gold.; so that scepti-
cism has sometimes asked, "Where did
all that precious metal some from? It is
not ray place to furnish the preeious
stones, et is only to tell that they were
there.
I wish now more especially to speak of
the laver that was built in the midst of
that ancient tabernaele. It was a great
basin froni which the priests washed
their hands and feet. The water came
down from the basin in spouts and pass-
ed away after the cleansing. This laver
or basin was made out of the looking
-
glasses of the women who had frequented
the tabernacle, and who had made these
their contribution to the furniture.
These looking -glasses were not made of
glass, but they were brazen. The brass
was of a very superior quality, and pol-
ished until it reflected easily the features
of those who looked. into it. So that this
laver of looking -glasses spoken of in my
text did double work, it not only fur-
nished the water in which the priests
washed. tb.emselves, but it also, on its
shining, polished surface, pointed out
the spots of pollution on the face which
needed ablution. Now, my Christian
friends, as everything in that ancient
tabernacle was suggestive of religious
truth, and for the most part positively
symbolical of truth, I shall take that
laver of looking -glasses spoken of in the
text as all suggestive of the Gospel,
which first shows us our sins as in a mir-
ror, and then washes them away by
divine ablution.
Oh, happy day, happy day,
When Jesus washed. my sms-away-.
I have to say that this is the only look-
ing -glass in which a man can. see himself
as he is. There are some mirrors that
flatter the features and make you look
better than you are. Then there are
other mirrors that distort your features,
and make you look worse than you are;
but I want to tell you that this looking -
glass of the Gospel shows a man just as
he is. When the priests entered the an-
cient tabernacle, one glance at the bur-
nished side of this laver showed. them
their need of cleansing.; so this Gospel
showed. the soul its need of divine wash-
ing. "All have sinned, and come short
of the gory of God." This is one show-
ing. "All we, like sheep, have gone
astray." That is another showing.
"From the crown of the head to the sole
of the foot there is no health in us."
That is another showing. The world
calls these defeats, Imperfections, or,
eccentricities, or erratic: behavior, or,
"wild oats," or, "high living;" but the
Gospel calls them sin, transgression, filth
—the abominable thing that God hates.
It was just one glance at that mirror that
made Paul cry out, "Oh, -wretched man
that I ara, who shall deliver me from the
body of this death?" and that made
David cry out, "Purge me with hysop,
and. I shall be dean. ;" and that made
Martin Lother cry out, "Oh, my sins, my
sins 1" I am not talking about bad.
habits. You and I do not need any Bible
to tell us thatbad habits are wrong, that
blasphemy and. evil -speaking are wrong.
But I am talking of a sinful nature, as
well as of all bad aebions. The Apostle
Paul all their roll in the first chapter of
Romans. They are a regiment of death
encamping around every heart, holding
it in a tyranny from which nothing but
the grace of God can deliver it.
Here, for instance, is ingratitude. Who
has not been guilty of that sin ? If a
man hand. us a glass of water, we say
"Thank you"; but for the ten thousand
mercies that we are every day receiving
from the hand of God, how little expres-
sion of gratitude—for thirst slaked, for
hanger fed, for shelter, and sunshine,
and sound steep, and clothes to wear—
how little thanks I suppose there are
men flfty year of age who have never
been do .vn on their knees in thanksgiv-
ing to God for His goodness, Beanies
that ingratitude of our hearts there is
pride (who has not felt it ?)—pride that
.will not submit to God, that wants its
own way ---a nature that prefers wrong
sometimes instead of right—that prefers
to svalkw instead of rise up. I de not
care what you call that; I am not going
to quarrel with any theologian, or any
man who makes any pretensions to
theology. I do not care whether you call
it "total depravity," or something else;
I simply make the announcement of
God's Word, affirmed and confirmed by
the experience of hundreds of Christian
people; the imagination of the heart of
man is evil from youth. "There is none
that noeth good; 710 not one." We have
a bad natare. We were born with it.
We got it from our parents; they got it
from their parents. Our thoughts are
wrong, our action is wrong; our whole
life, is obnoxious to Goa before conversion.
and. after conversion, not one good thing
in us bat that which the grace of God has
planted and fostered. "Well," you say,
"I can't believe that to be so." .A.h. ! my
dear brother, that is because you have
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never looked nto. this laver of Melting-,
glasees,
If you eould catch a glitnpse of your
natural heart before Goa, you would ety
out in amazement and alarm, The -vory
first thing this Gospel doe e is to cut down
our pride and solf-sufffeieney. If a man
does to feel his lost and ruined oondi-
don before God, he does not want any
Gospel. I think the reason that there
are so few conversions in this day is be-
muse the tendeney of the preaching is
to make men believe that they are pretty
good anyhow—quite clever, only went -
nag a litble ° up -.-a few touches of
divine grace, and then you will be all
righb ; instead of proclaiming the broad,
deep troth that Payson and. Whiteneld
thunderedto a race trembling on the
verge of infinite and eternal disaster.
says some one, "can this really
be true ? Have we all gone astray? is
there no good in us ?" In Hampton
Court I saw a room whore the four walls
were covered with looking -glasses; and
it made no difference which, way you
looked you saw yourself. d so it is in
this Gospel of Christ. If you once step
within. its full precincts you will find
your whole character reflected; every
featare of moral deformity, every spot of
moral taint. If I un.derstand the Word
of God, its first announcement is that we
are lost. I care not, my brother, how
magnificently you may have been born,
or what may have been your heritage or
ancestry, you are lost by reason ot sin.
"But," you. say, "what is the use, of all
this—of showing a man's faults when he
can't get rid of them?" None! "What
was the use of that burnished surface to
this laver of looking -glasses spoken of in
the text if it only showed the spots on the
countenance and the need of washing,
and there was nothing to wash with ?"
Glory be to God, I find that this laver of
looking -glasses was filled with fresh water
every morning, and the priest no sooner
looked on its burnished. side and. saw his
need of cleansing than he washed and
was clean—glorious type of the gospel of
myr Lord Jesus, that first shows a man
his sin, and then washes it away
I want you toenotice that this laver in
whiehtb.e priest washed—the la,ver of look-
ing-glasses—was filled with fresh water
every morning. The servants of the
tabernacle brought the water in buckets
and poured it into the laver. So it is
with the gospel of Jesus Christ; it has a
fresh salvation every day. It is not a
stagnant pool filled with acenmulated
corruptions. It is living water, which is
brought from the eternal rock to wash
away the sins of yesterday—of one mo-
ment ago. "Oh," says some one, "I was
a Christian twenty years ago!" That
does not mean anything to me. What
are you now? We are not talking, my
brother, about pardon ten years ago, but
about pardon now—a fresh. salvation.
Suppose a time of war should. come, and
I could show the Government that I had
been loyal to it twelve years ago, would
that exeuse me from taking an oath of
allegiance now? Suppose you ask me
about my physical health, and I should
say I was well fifteen years ago—that
does not say how I am now. The gospel
of Jesus Christ comes and demands pre-
sent allegiance, present fealty, present
moral health; and yet how many Chris-
tians there are seeking to live entirely in
past experiene, who seera to have no ex-
perience of present mercy and pardon!
When I was on the sea and there came
up a great storm, and officers and crew
and passengers all thought we must go
down, I began to think of my life insur-
ance, and whether, if I were taken away,
my family would. be cared for; and then
I thought, is the premium paid up? and
I said yes. Then I felt comfortable. Yet
there are men who, in religious matters,
are looking back to past insurance. They
have let it run out, and they have noth-
ing for the present, no hope nor pardon
—falling back on the old. insurance policy
of ten, twenty, thirty years ago. If I
want to find out how a friend feels to-
ward me, do I go to a drawer and find
some old yellow letters writteu to me ten
or twelve years ago? No; I go to the
letter that was stamped the day before
yesterday in the postoffice, and I find how
he feels toward me. It is not in regard
to old communications we had with Jesus
Christ, it is communications we have
now. Are we not in sympathy with Him
this morning,. and is he not in sympathy
with us? Do not spend so much of your
time in hunting in. the wardrobe for the
old, worn out shoes of Christian profes-
sion. Come this morning and take the
glittering robe of Christ's righteousness
from the Saviour's hand. You say you
plunged in the fountain of the Saviour's
mercy a quarter of a century ago. That
is nothing to me ; I tell you to wash now
in this laver of looking -glasses and have
your soul made clean.
I notice also, in regard. to this laver of
looking -glasses spoken of in the text, that
the priest always wasb.ed both hands and
feet. The water came down in spouts,
so that, without leaving any filth in the
basin, the priests washed both hands and
feet. So the gospel of Jesus Christ must
touch the very extremeties of our moral
natures. A man cannot fence off a part
of his soul and say, "Now, this is to be a
garden in which I will have all the fruits
and flowers of Christian character, while
outside it shall be the devil's commons."
No, no; it will be all garden or none. I
sometimes hear people say, "He is a very
good man except his politics." Then he
is not a good man. A religion that will
not take a mart through an autumn elec-
tion will not be worth anything to him
in June, July and August. They say he
is a useful sort of a man, but he over-
reaches in a bargain. I deny the state-
ment. If he is a Christian anywhere, he
will be in his business. It is very,
easy to be good in a prayer meeting, with
surroundings kindly and blessed, but not
so easy to be a Christian behind the
counter, when by one skilful twitch of
the goods you can hide a flaw in the silk
so that a customer cannot see it. It is
very easy to be a Christian with a, psalm-
book in your hand and a Bible in your
lap, but not so easy when you can go into
a shop and falsely teli the merchant you
can get those goods at a cheaper rate in
another store, so that he will sell them to
you cheaper than he can afford to sell
them. The fact is, the religion of Christ
is all -pervasive. If you rent a house, you
expect full possession of it. You say,
pay for this whole house, I want pos..
"Where are the keys of tb.ose rooms? If
session of those rooms." And the grace
of God when it comes to a soul takes full
possession of a man, or goes away and
takes no possession. It willransaok every
room in the heart, every room in the
life, frora cellar to attic, touching the
very extreraities of his nature. The
priests washed haricls and feet.
I rentark, fainher, that this laver of
looking -glasses spoken of in the text was
a very large laver. I always thought,
from the fact that so many washed there,
and also from the fact that Solomon aft-
erward, when he copied that laver in the
Temple, built on a very large scale, that
it was large, and so suggestive of the Gos-
pel of Semis Christ and salnation by Him
vast in its provisions. The whole
world may come and -Wash in this laver
and be dean.
When our idyll war had passed, the
Government of the United States made a
proelaMation, or pardon to the omen=
soldiery in the Oonfederate army, but not
be the chief soldiers. TAB Goepel of
Chrisb does not aet in that way. It says
pardon for all, but especially for the chief
of sinners. I do not now think of a siu-
gle passage that says a small sinner may,
be saved, but I do think of passages that
say a great sinner may be saved. If
there be sins onlyfaintly hued, just a
little tinged, so faintly eolored that you
cart hardly $oe them, there is no special
pardon promised in the Bible for those
sius ; but if they be glaring, red like
crimson, then they shall be an snow.
Now, my brother, I do not state this to
put a premium wen great initruity.
inanely say this to encourage that man,
whoeverhe is, who feels he is so far gene
from God that there is no mercy for him.
I went to tell, hini there is a good chance.
Why, Paul was a murderer ; he assisted
at the execution of Stephen; and yet Paul
was saved. The dying thief did every-
thing bad. The dying thief was saved.
Richard Baxter swore dreadfully, but the
grace of God met him, and Richard. Bax-
ter was saved. It is a vast laver. Go
and tell everybody to come and wash in
it. Let them, come up from the peniten-
tiaries and wask away their crimes. Let
them come up from the almshouses and
wash away their poverty. Let them
come up from their graves and wash
away thoir death. If there be any ono
so worn out ia sin that he cannot get up
to the laver, you will take hold of his
head and pat your arms around him, and
I will take hold of his feet, and we will
plunge him in this glorious Bethesda,
the vast layer of God's mercy and salva-
tion. In Solomon's Temple there were
ten lavers and one molton sea—this great
reservoir in the midst of the temple filled
with water—these lavers and this molten
sea adorned with figures of palm -branch
and oxen, and lions, and cherubim. This
fountain of God's mercy is a vaster mol-
ten sea than that. It is adorned, not
with palm branches, but with the wood
of the cross; not with cherubim, but
with the wings of the Holy Ghost; and
around its great rim all the race may
coine and wash in the molten sea. I was
reading the other day of Alexander the
Great, who. when he was very thirsty
and standing at the head of his army,
had brought to him a cup of water. He
looked off upon his host and said: "I
cannot drink this, my men are all thir-
sty ;" and he dasked it to the ground.
Blessed be . God! there is enough water
for all the host—enough for captains and
host. "Whosoever will may come and
take of the water of life freely"—a laver
broad as the earth, high as the heavens,
and deep as hell.
But 1 notice also in regard to this la-
ver of looking -glasses spoken of in the
text, that the washing in it was impera-
tive, and not optional. When. the priests
come into the tabernacle (you will find
this in the 80th chapter of Exodus), God
tells them that they must wash in that
laver or die. The priest might have said,
"Can't I wash elsewhere? I washed in
the laver at home, and now you want me
to wash here." God says, `No matter
whether or not you have washed before.
Wash in this laver or die." "But," says
the priest, "there is water just as clean
as this—why won't that do ?" "Wash
here," says God, "or die." So it is with
the Gospel of Christ—it is imperative.
There is only this alternative keep our
sins and perish, or wash them away and
live. But says someone, "Why should
not God have made more ways to heaven
than one?" I do not know but he
could have made half a dozen. I know
He made but one. You say, "Why
not have a long line of boats retuning
from here to heaven?" I cannot say,
but I simply know that there as
only one boat. You say, "Are there not
trees as luxuriant as that on. Calvary ?—
more luxuriant, for that had neither buds
nor blossoms; it was stripped and bark-
ed !" Yes, yes, there have been taller
trees than that and more luxuriant; but
the only path to heaven is under that
one tree. Instead of quarrelling bee,ause
there are not more ways, let us be thank-
ful to God there is one—one name given
unto men whereby we can be saved—one
laver in which all the world may wash.
So you see what a radiant Gospel this is
I preach. I do not know how a man can
stand stolidly and present it, for it is
such an exhilarant Gospel. It is not a
mere whim or caprice; it is life or death;
it is heaven or hell. You come before
your child, and you have a present in
your hands. You put youfehands behind
your back and say, "Which hand will
you take? In one hand there is a trea-
sure, in the other there is not." The
chili blindly chooses. But God our
Father does not do that with us. He
spreads out both hands, and says'"Now
this shall be very plain. In that hand
are pardon, and peace,and life, and the
treasures of heaven; in. that hand are
punishment, and sorrow, and woe.
Choose, choose for yourselves 1" "He
that believeth and is baptised shall be
saved, but he that believeth not shall be
damned."
Oh, ray dear friends. I wish I could
coax you to accept thisiGospel. If you.
could just take one look in this laver of
looking -glasses spoken of in the text, you
would begin now spiritual ablution. The
love of Christ—I dare not, toward the
close of my sermon begin to tell about
it. The love cf sermon,
! Do not talk to
me about a mountain; it is higher. than
that. Do not talk to me about a sea; it
is deeper than that.
An artist in his dreams saw such a
splendid dream of the transfiguration of
Christ that he woke and seized his pencil
and said, "Let me paint this and die,"
Oh, I have seen the glories of Christ! I
have beheld something of the beauty- of
that great sacrifice on Calvary, and I
have sometimes felt I would be willing
to give anything if I might just sketch
before you the wonders of that sacrifice.
I would like to do it while I live, and I
would like to do it when I die. "Let me
paint this and die!" He comes along,
weary and worn, His face wet with tears,
Ilis brow erimson with blood, and he lies
down on Calvary for you. No; I mistake.
Nothing was as comfortable as that. A.
stone on Calvary would have riejele a soft
pillow for the, dying head of Christ.
Nothing so comfortable as that. He does
not lie down to die; He stands up to die;
His spiked heads outspread as if to em-
brace a world. Oh, what a hard end for
these feet that had traveled all over
Judea on ministries of mercy! What a
herd end for those hands that had wiped
away tears and bound tip broken hearts!
Very hard, oh, dying Lamb of God! and
yet there are those who know it and do
not love Thee. They say, "What is all
that to me? What if Re does weep, and
groan, and die? I don't want Him."
Lord Jesus Christ, they will not help
Thee down from the cross! The soldiers
will come, and they will tear Thee down
from the cross, and put their arms
around Thee and lower Thee into the
tomb; belt they will not help. They $00
nothing to meve them. Oh, dying Christ!
turn on them. Thine oyes of affection
now, and see if they will not change their
minds !
I saw one hanging on a tree,
In agony and blood,
Who lima his laegeld eyes on me,
s near Ins cross I stood,
Oh, never till my 'West breath
Win I forget that look
He seemed to charge me with MS death,
*Though not a word He spoke,
And that is all for you! Oh, can you
not love Him? Come around this laver,
old and young. rt is so burnished you
can see your sins; and so deep, you can
wash them all away. Oh, mourner, here
bathe yonr bruised soul; and sick one,
here cool your hot temples in this laver.
Peace! Do not cry any more, dear soul!
Pardon for all thy sins comfort for all
thy afflictions. The b‘ack aka that
hung thundering over Sinai has floated
above Calvary, and burst into the shower
of a Savior's tears.
I saw in Kensington Garden a piebure
of Waterloo 4 good while after the battle
had passed, and the grass had grown -ell
over the field. There was a dismounted
cannon, and a lamb had canna up from
the pasture and lay sleeping in the
mouth of that cannon. So the artist had
represented it—a most suggestive thing.
Then I thought how the war between
God and the soul had ended; and in-
stead of the announcement, "The wages
of sin is death," there came the words,
"My peace I give unto thee;" and amidst
the batteries of the law that had once
(peaked with the fiery hail of death, I be-
held the Lamb of God which taketh away
the sin of the world,
went to Jesus as I was.
Weary, 51111 worn, and.sad ;
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"I found n Him ti resting pis.ee,
And kIe has made me glad."
JUT .A PEW PADS.
Things the Leaders of the 400 Do to
Pass Away the Time and Spend Money.
What do the women of the 400 do ?
Som.ething besides dressing and eating
and going and sleeping a little bit. That
sort of thing would get very tiresome,
you know. So most of them have fads.
They, may be expensive, but what of
that? Money is made to be spent. It
only gets rusty if it is hoarded. The av-
erage leader of the 400—they are all lead-
ers, of course—has a " lesson " of some
kind every day; it is German one morn-
ing, French another, music, fencing,
physical culture, literature and so on
through six days out of seven. If she has
not written at least one book, it is not
from lack of desire to do so.
Mrs. Pierre Lorillard, for instance, has
published a, book or two. Miss Sallie
Hewitt, daughter of ex -Mayor Hewitt,
has written several magazine articles.
She also spends one or two hours daily at
the piano or nracticing on the violin.
Her sister Eleanor is devoted to outdoor
sports; she is a clever 'whip and can
drive a four-in-hand.
Mrs. Wilbur A. Bloodgood is often seen
on the amateur stage and is a good ant-
ress. Then she sings as well as she acts,
fences as well as she sings, drives and
dances, and in her drawing room hang
two portraits, one of herself and one of
her little daughter, painted by her own
hand.
Mrs. Lloyd S. Brice wife of the editor
and proprietor of the North American
Review, has really wonderful talent as
an artist.
Mrs. Gabrielle Greeley Clendenin is
elever with both pen and pencil, and
some of her etchings on wood, done with
an ordinary pen, are really works of art.
Mrs. John di Zerega, mother of the
late Lady Franklin, is one of the literary
lights of New York society. She has re-
cently translated some fairy tales from
the French.
Mrs. Richard P. Lounsbery's pet ac-
complishment is photography, and some
of the pictures she makes are worthy of
a professional, so clever are they in pose,
light and shading and finishing. Por-
traiture is especially her hobby, and not
only has Mrs. Lounsbery photographed
each member of her family,but she has
also accomplished the unique feat of
photographing herself.
Mrs. John Jacob Astor has many ac-
complishments, but the ones which afford
her the keenest enjoyment are the ath-
letic ones—tennis playing for instance,
at which she is an expert; sailing cat -
:boats., at which she has recently won dis-
tinction and applause, and cycling. Al-
though she has not made any "century"
runs, as yet, she is a rapid and skillful
bicasleri
annie Tailer, a tall, stately girl,
is distinguished as a bright and shining
light at the tennis courts.
Mrs. George Andrews wife of Judge
Andrews, is one of the Vest linguists in
New York.
Law is a strong point with Mrs. Theo -
dere Sutro, and she could give points to
a Philadelphia attorney.
Mrs. Henry Villard and her eldest
daughter, Helen, are accomplished pian-
ists as well as German scholars. Mrs.
Stuyvesant Fish is also musical and
plays remarkably well. Miss Rockefel-
ler, daughter of Mr. John D. Rockefeller,
devotes her time to violin playing; she
possesses a valuable Stradivarious and
also an Arnati violin.
REPENTANCE.
017 have ray decision, sir,"
Miriam Gray spoke in a
sharp, quick tone, her dark
eyes flashing, her queenly head
set to one side, her gestures
nervous yet graceful. e
A pallor swept across Bruce
Ventnor's face. and ile lifted his hand to
his mouth to hide the twitching of the
'flaueeles. There was nothing ambiguous
about her reply. It was an unmistakable
rejection. It was useless either to plead
or argue. He was at a loss to account
for her repressed agitation. Re watched
her through the mellow twilight and be-
came more conscious than ever of her
exceeding loveliness and the hard blow
which she had dealt him.
He had been paying her attention for
some time, and was sate that she loved
him. That was why his Towildernient
was so vest and his disappointment so
keen. Knowing that his character was
beyond reproach, and that he had in no-
wise offended her, he felt justified in de-
manding the reason for her strange eon -
duet. He knew her too well to fancy for
a moment that she was trifling with him.
She was neither variable in tier moods
nor fickle in her friendships.
"Miriam," &Ude Ventnor said, his
voiee httgilty,, his manner agitatek "I
have the right to ask your reason for this
rejection,'
"No, you have not.," she tepliek the
talc& coming and going in her face.
"Still I'll tell you. I am prompted by
revenge."
"By revenge ?" repeated he in a dazed
tone.
was her measured reply, "I
want you to suffer."
"And you enjoy it?" he said bitterly.
"Then you know how much, I love you,
it seems. I always knew you did net
question that."
They had been seated upon a bench
outside a small pavilion, but were now
standing. She was suffering more than
she would have cared to let him know and
was impatient to get away.
"Pray, in whet way have I wronged
nor ion m
I consider yself the. soul of
hyoollu?"
or.,h, e asked. "Not in thought, word
you do 2" and she laughed mock-
ingly. "Instead, you are 4 man without
principle.
He groaned aloud inhis powerful effort
to repress his angry- indignation.
"I am not avenging myself, but a,noth-
en" she said, speaking with rapidity.
"Did iyou ever know Blanche Carrel?
it
Oh, s not necessary for me to remind
you of your baseness."
She turned abruptly from him and
walked rapidly toward the hotel. He
watched her until she had disappeared in
the gloom of the gathering twilight, one
hand pressed against his forehead, h hurt,
baffled, mystified expression in his face
He strolled up the beach, then along a
wild ledge of rocks, as if to find solace in
the loneliness of the hour.
When Miriam Gray readied her room
at the hotel reaction set in, and her great
grief showed how devotedly she loved the
man whom she had insulted. She flung
herself upon the bed and cried as if her
heart were breaking.
"Oh, Blanche," she exclaimed aloud
between her hysterical sobs, "you are
avenged, but you will never know what
it has cost me ! Oh, why was I to love
him so passionately before I heard about
his perfidy ?"
Early though it was she retired to bed,
but it was almost dawn before she fell
asleep, so intense was her suffering.
Three years later again found thriam
Gray at the seashore. She had not met
Brace Ventnor during that interval, nor
had she heard horn hint.
She was as handsome as ever and more
royal in her manners,but her face and
conversation lacked brilliancy. 84e was
more quiet and reserved, more chary in
her friendships, ready to suspect and
heartily tireri of the hollowness of fash-
ionable life,
Her love affair with Brew Ventnor
had caused the change. In punishing
him for his perfidy to her cousin Blanche
she had sacrificed. herself. She could
never love another man as she had loved
him.
As she was one day walking on the
Promenade with her cousin Blanche
they suddenly came upon Brace Ventnor.
He was alone and stood still ler a minute;
the meeting was so unexpected to him.
He lifted his hat, looked mournfully
and reproachfully at Miriam, as if half
inclined to speak, and then strode toward
the nearest pavilion.
Miriam recognized him an d was totched
at the look he had bestowed upon her.
"Who was that gentleman?" asked her
Cousin Blanche. "Did he bow to you or
to me ?"
Receivingno reply, she looked up into
her companion's face.
"Why,Miriam, how pale you
she exclaimed, "and how agitated!"
"Blanche, do you mean to say that you
do not know that man?" Miriam asked,
her voice a mere whisper.
"I never saw him him until to -day,"
was her cousin's reply.
"Oh !" cried Miriam,catching her
breath, one hand unconsciously clinched,
'is he not the man who trifled with you?"
i'Bruee Ventnor?" replied, Blanche.
'Why, no, child !"
The blood receded from Miriam's lips
xidela low moan escaped from them. She
was forced to lean heavily upon Blanche
rew so weak for a little while that she,
who conducted her to one of the rustic
enehes. She fanned her, rubbed her
ands and spoke in soothing tones. When
er cousin had sufficiently recovered, she
s eomd:
hi r
Ijaamm'what is this mstery?"
so afraid that I have wronged
y
hat—man and—myself. I was so cruel
o him, for I supposed that I was aveng-
ng you. His name is Bruce Vetnor."
exclaimed Blanche, who was
kpeginning to comprehend. "He is not
he Bruce Ventnor that I knew." And
er voice shook with emotion. "Can it
e that there are two gentleraen of the
arne name? I remember hearing him
ay he had some cousins. Oh, I am so
orry and so—so—glad!"
Miriam Gray looked at her friend in a
ort of stupor.
"Sorry, dear, because of what you have
offered and glad because everything will
me out all right."
‘"He will never forgive me," she said.
He is proud and sensiiive. My words
ut deep—all the more so because so un-
eserved. I gave him no explanation, no
anee to defend himself."
"You can explain now," suggested
lanche,
"No," replied Miriam in a strained
ne, a proud look coming to her face.
She wrung her hands and moaned, and
othing that Blanche could say carried
nsolation with it. Her love had been
ut dormant. It reasserted itself. Bruce
entnor had been blameless. She had
eply wronged him. She was paying
e penalty for her haste.
"I would tell him all," advised Blanche.
"He may spleen me," cried Miriam
through her sobs. "He may be as cruel
and unreasonable as I was and with more
of an excuse. lt happened three years
ago. He may love some one else now—
nay, he may be married to another.
There is nothing for me to do but to re-
main silent and—endure."
Her grief was so great that Blanche
ceased her efforts to pacify her.
. .
The orchestra was playing a quadrille.
Miriam Gray sat ori the veranda by an
open window, locating in at the dancers,
her face and form, plainly visible. A.
gentleman stepped from among the
shadows on the porch. He stopped beside
Mitieni.
'Miriam," he simply said, though his
voice trembled.
Ah, she knew who had spoken! No
one elkie 00tIld have pronounced her name
with such sweet tenderness. The blood
filled her Sam, then left it deathly pale.
She lifted her oyes swiftly to his, a
fond, glad, appealing look in them.
"Yonr cousin has told me all," he
said, his handsome eyes aglow. She felt
it to be her duty. You did it for her
sake. Your pride stood in your way.
The mistake arose from a confusion in
names. A cousin of mine was the per-
fidious fellow, while I am the honest,
true hearted man 1 claimed to be."
Oh, it was so preeious to her to know
that he had forgiven her and was willing
to receive her in favor again! She
grew so excited that her fan shook in het
liande.
"The moon is rising," he said as he
offered her his arm.
She did. not want to eared attention
to herself. She appreeiated his purpose.
She gave him a grateful glance. She
arose, took his arra, and, they strolled
down the beach.
"Miriam," he said, looking down upon
her, his eyes shining into hers, "three
years ago you rejected me, What would.
you answer now ?"
He felt that she was trembling,
"Oh, how I wronged you!" she eried.
"Have you forgiven me ?"
"Yes, darling."
"Oh, Mr. "Ventnor!" she exclaimed, "I
do not deserve it. I loved you. very much,
then—I love you more now. I cannot
make a wreck of my happiness. Yoa
dear, kind, forgiving, great hearted
man, I accept you gladly, proudly, just
as---"
"Emphatically as you rejected me,"
completed he, his faee shining. "I am
thoroughly satisfied.
He' stooped and kissed her, and no
reconciliation could have been more
complete.
HAS FOUND IT.
Dr. McCormick Tells of an
Absolute Cure for Bright's
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Kidneys.
A LETTER TO THE PROFESSION.
Himself a Victim of the Disease, and a
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Richmond, Que., Oct. 5th, 1894.
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