The Exeter Advocate, 1894-12-6, Page 7THE MI GENERA".
BEV. T. row Avrrr TATawAGII 'DWELLS
TeIL LEPROSY Olf' SIN.
181111o:10g sentente the World to Show
the Way to Higher Joys -Spiritual
Bappinees Attalned. Through a
eettmettesplrit-lieerae Leers.
Rev. :Dr. Talmage has chosen as the
aubject of bo -day's sermon through bhe
press, 'The Sick General," the text se-
lected. being II. Kings -o, i- "He was a
leper."
Here we have a warrior sick; not with
pleurisies or rhumatisms or consuinp-
times, bet with a• disease worse than all
, these pat together. A red mark has
come out on the forehead, precursor of
eoinplete disfigurement and dissointion.
I have something awful to tell you.
General Na,amaea, the commander-in-
chief of all the Syrian forms, has the
leprosy! It is on his hands, on his face,
on his feet, on his entire person. The
leprosy! Get oub of the way of the
pestilence! If his breath strike you you
are a dead maa. The comraanderan-
chief of all the forces in Syria! And
yet he would be glad to exchange con-
ditions with the boy at his stirrup, or the
hostler that blankets his charger. The
news goes like wilifire all through the
realm, and the people are sympathetic,
and tbey cry out, ' 'Is it poseible that our
greet hero here, who slew Ahab, and
around whom we came with such vocifer-
atiou when he returned from victorious
battle -can it be possible that our grand
and glorioas Naaman has the leprosy?
Yes. Everybody has something he
wishes he had not. Damia. an Absolem
to disgrace him; Paul, a thorn. to sting
him; Job, carbu.ncies to plague him ;
Samson, a Delilah to shear him Ahab, a
Naboth to deny him; Hainan &Mordecai
to irritate hine; George Hainan,
childlessness to filiet him; John. Wesley,
a termagant wife to pester him; Leah,
weak eyes; Pope, a crooked back; ,Byron,
a club foot; John Milton, blind eyes;
Charles Lamb, an insane sister; and you,
and you, and you, something which you
never bargained for, and would like to
get rid of. The reason of this is that
God does not want this woeld to be too
bright otherwise, we would always want
to stay and eat these fruits, and lie on
theseleunges, and. shake hands in this
pleasant soeietv.
If God dashes out one of your pictures,
it is only to show you a brighter one. If
he sting your foot with gout, your brain
with neuralgia, your tongue with an in-
extinguishable thirst, it is only because
he is preparing to substitute a better
body than you ever dreamed of, when
the mortal shall put on inemortalitY. It
is to push you on, and to push you up to-
ward something grander and better that
God sends upon you, as he did upon
General Naaman, something you did not
want. Seated. in. his Syrian mansion -
all the walls glittering with the shields
which he had captured in battle; the
eorridors crowded with admiring visitors
who just wanted to see him once; music
and rairbh, and banqueting filling all th,e
mansion, from tessellated floor to pictur-
ed ceiling-Naaman would have forgot-
ten that there was anything better, and.
would have been glad. to stay there ten
thousand years. But 0, ho* the shields
dim, and how the visitors fly the hall, and
how the m.usie drops *dead from the
string, and how the gates of the mansion
slam shut with sepulchral bang, as you
read the closing words of the eulogium-
"He was a leper! Be was a leper 1"
There was one person more sympathetic
with General Naaman than any other
person. Naaman's wife walks the floor,
wringing her hands, and trying to think
what she can do to alleviate her hus-
band's suffering. All remedies have fail-
ed. The surgeon -general, and the doc-
tors of the royal staff, have met. and
they have shaken their heads, as inuch
as to say, "No cure, no care." I think
that the office -seekers had all folded up
their recommendations and gone home.
Probably most of the employes of the
establishment had dropped their work
•and were thinking of looking for some
other situation. What shall now become
of poor Naaman's wife? She must have
sympathy somewhere. In her despair she
goes to a little Hebrew captive, a servant
girl in her house, to whom she tells the
whole story; as sometimes, when over-
borne by the sorrows of the world, and
finding no sympathy anywhere else, you
have gone out and found in the sym-
pathy of some humble domestic -Rose, or
Dinah, or Bridget -a help which the
world could not give you.
What a scene it was; in
of the grand-
est women in all Syria n cabinet council
with a waiting -maid over the declining
health of the mighty general! "I know
something," says the little captive maid,
"1 know something," as she botaids to
her bare feet. "In the land from which
I was stolen there is a certain prophet
known by the name of Elisha, who can
cure almost anything, and I shouldn't
wonder if he could cure my master. Send
for him right away." "0, hush!" you
say. "If the highest medical talent in
all the laud cannot cure that leper, there
is no need of your listening to any talk
of a servant girl." But do not scoff, do
not sneer. The finger of that little cap-
tive maid is pointing in the right direc-
tion.
And how often it is that the finger of
childhood has pointed grown person in
the right direetion. 0 Christian soul,
how long is it since you got rid of the
leprosy of sin? You say, "Let me see. It
must be five years now ?" Five years.
Who was it pointed you to the Diviiee
Physician? "0," you say, "it was my
little Annie, or Fred, or Charley, that
clambered up on my knees, and looked
into my face, and. asked me why I didn't
become a Christian, and, all the time
strokingmy cheek, so I couldn't get
angry,insisted upon knowing why I
didn't have family prayers." There are
grandparents who have been brought to
Christ by their little grandchildren.
There are hundreds of Christian mothers
who had their attention first called to
Jesus by their little ehildren. How did
you get rid of the leprosy of sin? How
did you find your way to the Divine
Physician? "0," yon say, "my child -
my dyingchild, with wan and wasted
finger, pointed that way. Oh., I never
shall forget," you say, "that scene at
the °radio and the crib that awful night.
It was hard, hard, very hard; but if that
little one on its dying bed had not point-
ed me to Chriett I don't think I ever
would have got rid of 'nay leprosy." Go
'into the Sabbath sehool any Sunday and
you will find huadreds of little fingers
pointing in the same direction, toward
Jesus Christ and toward 'Heaven.
'Years ago the astronomers calculated
that there must be a world hanging at a
•,certain point in the heavens, aied a large
priee was offered for aQineone who could
diseoVer that world. The telescopes from
the great observatories were poented
vainbat a girl of Nautueket, Mass,
fashioned; a telescope, and looking
through it discovered that star and won
the pron and admiration of all the as-
tronomiced world, that stood. amazed, at
her genius. And so it is ofteu the case
that grown people eannot see the light,
while some little child beholds the ebar
of pardon, the star of hope, the star of
consolation, the star of .Bethlehem, the
morxiing star of Jesus. "Nut many
mighty mon, not erlany wise lemon are
called ; but God hath chosen the weak
things of the world to confound the
mignty ; and base things, and things
that are not, to bring to nought
thiags that are." 0, do not despise
the prattle of little children whea they
are speaking about God and Christ and
Heaven. You see the way your child is
pointing.; will you take that pointing, or
wait anal, in the wrench a seine awful
bereavement, God shalt lifb that child te
another world, and. then it will beckon
you upwaed? Will you take the point-
ing, or will you wait for the beckoning?
Blessed be God that the little Hebrew
captive pointed. in the right direction.
Blessed be God. for the saving ministry of
Christian children.
No wonder the advice of this little
Hebrew captive threw all Naaman's man -
sine and Benhadad's pelage into excite-
ment. Good -by, Naaman! With face
searified and ridged, and inflamed by the
peetilence, and aided by those who sup-
ported hini on either side, he'staggers out
to the chariot. Hold fast the fiery
coursers of the royal stable while the
poor sick man lifts his Swollen feet and
pain -Amok limbs into the vehicle. Bols-
ter him up with the pillows, and let him
take a lingering look at his bright apart-
ment, for perhaps the Hebrew captive
may be mistaken, and the next time
Naaman comes to that place he may be a
dead weight on the shoulders of those
who carry him -an expiring chieftain
seeking sepulture, amid the lamentations
of an admiring nation. Good -by, Naa-
man! Let the charioteer drive gently
over the hills of 'Hermon, lest he jolt the
invalid. Here goes the bravest man of
all his day, a captive of a horrible dis-
ease. As the ambulance winds through
the streets of Damascus, the tears and
prayers of all the people go after the
world-renowned invalid.
Perhaps you have had. an invalid go
out from your house on a health excur-
sion. You know how the neighbors
stood aroun.d and. said, "Ah, he will
never come back again alive." Oh, it is
a solemn moment, I tell you when the
invalid had departed and you went into
the room to make the bed, and to remoye
the medicine phials from the shelf, and
to throw open the shutters, so that the
fresh air might rush into the long -closed
room. Good-bye, Naaman!
How the countrymen gaped as the pro-
cession passed! They had. seen Naamau
go past like a whirlwind in days gone by,
and had stood aghast at the clank of his
war equipments; but now they com-
miserate him. They say, "Poor man,
he will never get home alive; poor
•
General Naaman wakes.up from a rest -
lees sleep in the chariot, and he says to
the charioteer, "How long before we
shall reach the Prophet Elisha ?" The
charioteer says to a waysider, "How far
is it to Elisha's house?" He says, "Two
miles." "Two miles I" Then they
whip up the lathered and fagged -out
horses. The whole procession brightens
up at the prospect of speedy arrival.
They drive up to the door of tile prophet.
The charioteers shout "Whoa!" to the
horses, and tramping hoofs and grinding
wheels cease shaking the earth. Come
out, Elisha, come out; you have com-
pany; the grandest company that ever
came to your house has come to it now.
No stir inside Elisha's house. The faet
was the Lord has informed Elisha that
the sick captain was coining, and just
how to treat him. Indeed, when you are
sick, and. the Lord wants you to get well,
he always tells the doctor how to treat
you; and the reason why we have so
many bungling doctors is because they
depend upon their own strength and in-
straction.s, and not on the Lord God, and
that always makes malpractice. Come
out, Blithe., and attend to your business.
General Naaman and. his retinue waited,
and. waited, and. waited. The fact was,
Naaman had two diseases -pride and,
leprosy; tlae one was as hard. to get rid of
as the other. Elisha sits quietly in his
house, and does not go out. After
awhile, when he thinks he'has humbled
this proud man, he sa,ysto a servant, 'Go
out ond tell General Naaman. to bathe
seven tiniies in the River Jordan out
yonder five miles, and he willget entirely
well." The message comes out; "What!"
says the commander-in-chief of the
Syrian forces, his eye kindling with an
animation which it had not shown for
weeks and. his swollen foot stamping on
the bottom of the chariot, regardless of
pain. "What! Isn't he coming out to
see me? Why, I thought certainly he
wonld come and utter some cabalistic
words over me, or make some enigmatical
passes over my wounds. Why, I don't
think he knows who I am. Isn't he com-
ing out? Why, when the Shunamite
woman came to him, he rushed out and
cried, Is it well with thee? is it well
with thy husband? is it well with thy
child?' and will he treat a poor unknown
woman like that and let me, a titled per-
sonage, sit here in my ehariot and wait,
and wait? I won't endure it any longer.
Charioteer, drive on! Wash in the Jor-
dan! Ha! ha.! The slimy Jordan -the
muddy Jordan -the monotonous Jordan!
I wouldn't be seen washing in such a
river as that. Why, we watered our
horses in a better river than, that on our
way here -the beantifulriver, the jasper -
paved river of Pharpar. Besides that we
have in our country another Damascene
river, Abana, with foliaged bank, and
torrent ever Swift and. ever clear, under
the flickering shadows of sycamore and
oleander. Are not, Abana and Pharpar,
rivers of Damascus, better than all the
waters of Israel ?"
The fact was that 'haughty Naaman
needed to learn what every Englishman
and every American needs to learn -that
when God tells you to do a thing you
must go and do it, whether you under-
stand the reason or not, Take the pre-
scription, whether you like it or not,
One thing is certain, unlese haughty
Naanian does as Elisha coneraamde him
he Will die of his awful sickness. And
unless you do as Christ tonemands you,
you will be seized upon by an everlasting
westieg away. Obey and live -disobey
and die. Thrilling, over -aching, under-
girding, stupendous alternative !
, Well, Gen. Newnan. &mid not stand
the test. The eharioteet gimes a jerk to
the right line till the bet snaps in the
horse's mouth, mia the whiz + of the
Wheele and the flying of the dustshows
the indighation of the great cefaineader.
"He tamed, and art at away in a rage."
So poople often mew got mad at religion.
They v tipurate against ministers,
agamst eleurehes, egaimet Christian pee-
*, Oho would, thiak from their irate be-
havior that God had been studying how to
annoy and ex isperate and deraolisti then:,
What has He been doing? Only trying
to carp their death -dealing leprosy. That
is all, Yet they , whip up their Imam,
dig in their spurs, and they go away in
a rage.
So, after all, it seems that this health
excursion, of Gen. Neiman is to be a dead
failure. That little Hebrew captive
might as well have not told him of the
Prophet, and this long journey might as
well not have been, taken. Poor, sick,
dying; Naaman! Are you going away in
high dudgeon, and worse than when you
came As his chariot laths a moment
his servants clamber er in it and coax
him to do as Elisha said. They say ;
"It's eau.. If the Prophet had, told you
to walk for a mile on sharp spikes in or-
der to get rid of this awini disease you
would have done it. It is easy. Come,
my lord, just get down and wash in the
Jordan. You take a bath every day,
anyhow, and in this climate it is so hot
that it will do you good."
The retinue drive to the brink of the
ordan. The horses paw and neigh to
get into the stream themselves and cool
their hot flanks. Gen. Naaman, assisted
by his attendants, gets down out of hie
chariot and painfully 00Mee to the brink
of the river, and steps in until the water
comes to the ankle, and goes on deeper
until the water comes to the girclie, and
now standing so far down in the stream,
just a little inclination of the head will
thoroughly immerse it. He bows once
into the flex', and eomes up and shakes
the water out of nostril and eye; and his
attendants look at him and. say, "Why,
General, how much better you do look,"
And he bows a second time into the flood
and comes up and the wild stare is gone
out of his eye. He bows the third tirae
into the flood and comes up, and the
shrivelled flesh has got smooth again.
He bows the fourth time in the flood and.
comes np, and the hair that had fallen
out is restored in thick looks again all
over the brow. He bows the fifth time
into the flood and comes up, and the
horseness has gone out of his throat. He
bows the sixth time and comes up, and
all the soreness and anguish have gone
oat of the limbs. "Why," he says, "I
am almost well, but I will take a com-
plete cure," and he bows the seventh
time into the flood and he comes up, and
not so much as a fester, or a scale, or an
eruption as big as the head of a pin is to
be seen on him. He steps out on the
bank and says: "Is it possible?" And
the attendants look and say: "Is it pos-
sible?" And as, with the health of an
athlete, he bounds back into the chariot
and drives on, there goes up from all his
attendants a wild "Huzza, ! Huzza!" Of
course they go back to pay and thank
the man of God for his counsel so fraught
with -wisdom. When they left the pro-
phet's house, they went off mad; they
have come back glad. People always
think better of a minister after they are
converted than they do before conver-
sion. Now we are to them an intolerant
nuisance, because we tell them to do
things that go against the grain; but
some of us have a great many letters
from those who tell us that once they
were angry at what we preached, but
afterward gladly received the Gospel at
our hands. They once called us fanatics,
or terrorists'or enemies; now they call
us friends. • Yonder is a man who.said
he would never come into the church
again. He said that two years ago. He
said, "My family shall never come here
again if such doctrines as that are
preached." Bub he came again and his
family came again. He is a Christian.,
his wife a Christian, all his children
Christians, the whole household Chris-
tians, and you shall dwell with them in
the house of the Lord forever. Our un-
dying coadjutors are those who once
heard the Gospel, and "went away in a
rage."
Now, my hearers, you know that this
General Naaman did two things in order
to get well. ' The first was -he got out of
his chariot. He might have stayed there
with his swollen feet on the stuffed otto-
man, seated on that embroidered cushion
until his last gasp, he would never have
got any relief. He had to get down out
of his chariot. And you have got to get
down out of the chariot of your pride if
you ever become a Christian. You can-
not drive up to the Cross with a coach -
and -four, and be saved among all the
spangles. You seem to think that the
Lord is going to be complimented by
your coming. 0, no, you poor, miserable,
leprous sinner, get down out of that.
But he had not only to get down out of
his chariot. He had to wash. "0," you
say, "I am very careful with my ablu-
tions. Every day I plunge into a bright
and beautiful bath." Ah, my hearer,
there is a flood brighter than any that
pours from these hells. It is the flood
that breaks from the granite of the eter-
nal hills. It is the flood of pardon and
peace, and life, and heaven. That flood
started in the tears of Christ, and the
sweat of Gethsemane, and rolled on, ac-
cumulating flood, until earth and heaven
could bathe in it. Zechariah called it
the "fountain open for sin and unclean-
ness." William Cowper called it the
"fountain filled with blood." Your fa-
thers and mothcrs washed all their sins
• away in that fountain. Oh, my hearers,
do sem not feel like wading into it?
Wade down now into this gloreous flood,
deeper, deeper, deeper, Plunge once,
twice, thrice, four times, five times, six
times, seven times. It will take as much
as that to clear your soul. 0 wash, wash,
wash, and be clean.
I suppose that was a great time at Da-
mascus when General Naaman got back.
The charioteers did not have to drive
slowly any longer, lest they jolt the in-
valid; but as the horses dashed through
the streets of Damaseus, I think the peo-
ple rushed out to hail back their chief-
tain. Naaman's wife hardly recognized
her husband; he was so wonderfully
changed she had to look at him two or
three times before she made out that it
was her restored husband. And the lit-
tle captive maid, she rushed out, clapp-
ing her hands and shouting, "Dia he
cure yon? Did he cure yen?" Then
mask woke up the palace, and the tap-
estrY of the windows was drawn away,
that the multitude outside might mingle
with the princely mirth inside, and the
feet went up and down in the dance, °and
all the streets of Damascus that night
echoed and rechoed with the news: "Se-
aman's cared! Naaman's eared!" Dab
a gladder time than that it would be if
your seal should get cured of ite leprosy.
The swiftest white horse e hitched to the
King's chariot would rash the news into
the Eternal City, Our leered. onee before
the throne would welcome the glad tid-
ings. Yoar Children op earth, with, more
emotion elieu the little Hebrew %Wave,
would node the eheage ill your leok
aaal the chaage in • pale manner, awl
would Put OW eroaad your meek
and say : "Mother, guess you must
have become a Christean, 1?ather, I
thiak yoa have get rid of the leprosy."
0, Lord, God of Elisha, have mercy on
us!
• A ()IRCUl'UOUS SLJC,CESS„
I T was rabher clerk in the hallway
when jalien Tones went upstairs
to his new vex:tors, fourth floor
beak.
Someone else was on the stairs.
He discovered a woman's form in
the niche near the •second floor
and theglimmering of a hand . holding
back skirts for hiui to pass. There was
a faint breath of exquisite perfume about
her.
"Exeuse me," he said. just then the
gas flexed out in the lower hall. He
made out a soft, oval face and ft dainty
figure, as he passed. Julian was a big
fedow,with featares of strength rather
than oi beauty, bat for all that he was a
"sensitive," whose impressions of people
were as were as a dog's instinct about his
master. The yateng woman's • 'atoms-
phere" was agreeable It follewed him
to his room.
He lighted the gas and looked around.
It was a goodish den for a literary work-
er. The carpet of pale greens and. olives
was almost new. The windows had lace
curtains and a fair outlook.
He sat down and tilted -back his chair.
A curioas plot for a story had come into
his mind. It seemed to start out of that
chance encounter on the stake, yet he
scarcely realized it then, so subtle is the
action of the brain,
His heart began to beat quickly. He
had done a good deal of patient work in
the past, with indifferent success, but
smile impromptu mental activity was
new. He took it as a good onion; He
had a strain of what we call superstition
in his nature. A strange dream had. im-
pressed him with the belief that with his
change of quarters something was to
happen. -for the better.
The bright, unique ideas came Pouring
into his mind like a flood. They clam-
ored for expression. Ile found a pencil
in. his pocket and looked around for pa-
per. lie had net a scrap. His trunks
would not come till morning. If he
stirred from the room to hunt up a sta-
tioner the aroma, of the story would be
sure to escape. Ile thought desperately
of his cuffs, his shirt bosom, and execra-
ted the motley wall paper. Had it been
plain, it should have done duty as a tab-
let.
He sprang from the chair. The cov-
ering of the • square table in the corner
was of white cloth -imitation "marble."
He sat down and marked. it off in. spaces.
The pencil glided over it smoothly. He
wrote quickly and -without effort. He
knew he had never done anything like
this before. Some one seemed to be dic-
tating at his elbow. He had heard and
read of such eases. Now he was the sub-
ject. He wrote column after column., till
the cloth was covered. He leaned back
and surveyed it. He knew the thing was
unique and exquisitely wrought out. It
was a love story, with that dainty creat-
ure on the dim stairway fitting through
it. Julian's eyes grew misty. lie looked
at his watch. The three hours he had
been writing seemed but five minutes.
It was early yet, not 11 o'clock. Be
locked the door and went out on the
street. He had a vague idea of ,getting
paper from some hotel clerk. He could
not feel easy until his story was in man-
uscript.
He turned into the avenue. Thethun-
der of the elevated was in his ears. A
team was dashing along recklessly un-
derneath it. He attempted to cross.
Round the corner was the — House.
The subtle fascination of the story was
yet upon. him. In the midst of it he was
conscious of a sudden.shock, a pain
crossing the sweetness, making horrible
discord, then all became blank.
He was pulled from under the feet of
the horses. The blood flowed from a
wound made by the cruel hoof.
No address could be found on him and
he was carried to the hospital. He had.
been severely but not fatally injured.
Brain fever set in, but an excellent eon.
stitution was in his favor. In his sea-
sons of delirium the marble oilcloth
haunted him. Sometimes it hung over
him like an awning with the letters like
a thousand eyes staxing at him. Then
they changed into Chinese hieroglyphics,
and the young woman on the stairs was
wrinkling her lovely brow in vain en-
deavors to deeipher them. Again the
cloth was waving like a banner from the
roof of the Daily Fizzier.
Through careful nursing he came out
of the tangle at length, and began to re-
call just what had. happened. His pre-
vious story, which was to have inaugur-
ated anew era, what had become of it?
Four weeks he hadbeen lying there, they
told him. In that time the room would
be let to a new tenant, and .his story
scrubbed off the clath by some wooden -
headed chambermaid. He fretted and
fumed over it. His omen of good. luck
had been demolished by a sledge ham-
mer. .
"Don't you want to look over these
papers?" queried the cheerful, pretty
nurse, placing a pile before him. "You
need to catch up with the times."
Julian tossed them over half savagely
and came presently upon something that
made his heart thump. The story was
looking him in the face from the columns
of the Exaggerator. It was entitled "Into
His Kingdom" The letters seemed to
wink and blink at him knowingly.
He read it through. There had been
sew cely any alteration. Somebody had
got ahead of the chambermaid and copied
it, selling it as his or her own production.
He should never be able to prove its
authorship, Ile groaned in spirit.
Presently he came upon a copy of the
Daily Fizzier three weeks old. There he
found the story headed by a sensational
paragraph, Which was evidently its ruat
appearance, the other paper being a copy.
• Julian was half amused, half annoyed
over the conjectures about the author.
The paragraph set forth the production
found on the oilcloth as the last effort of
an unfortunate , son of genius. Driven
to extremity, without a penny even to
bay paper, he had fixed his last ideas
upon the only white surface he could
command, and then he had gone out into
the night and committed snicide. One
of those unidentified bodies at the morgue
.was his probably. Could he have stated
off despair twenty-four hours longer the
lee would have been broken. •
Julian breathed freer. The topyist,
• then, had not palmed off the productiotu
as his or her own, Ile c,oald yet claim it
-Without dispute.
eameaseseeeateaaareare-eareesee.............
• As $0011 at he "wo.e en his feet he caller'
on the editor of the Drily Fizzier, whe
!mew ititn by sight, k ed bed prophOOtd
SOnnes fOr him sumo tiny.
sikorns I have bee a fi urietgtitla
Vizeler lately as an impecaname suievite"
said Sulam bluntly,
• .
The editor /aid don whis pea.
plain
"1" he sell.
.1-111 , a toll tile etOry,
"Like" another xnan, yot: Etwake to find
yourseit famous.," said the editor offeriuse
• his hand. "That story hes beet; copied
all ever the country. It is a gem of its
"I'm not sure I shall ever do 50 well
again," said Tanen.
'What is onee done can be done again,
You Will now eon:mend a hearing."
"How did you get hold of it?"
"It was sent b by -by-" eoxiaulting
inemorandum-- by Miss Clara Wheeler,
142 — set."
"Why, I wrote the story in thet
house!"
"She sent a note stating the facts, and
Beaton, you know him, touched them up
a trifle. None of us suspected you. The
landlady believed your name was ,renes,
but, on wooed thought, didn't know but
it was Smith."
"I had only a word with her when I
engaged the room."
"I may as well pay you to -day," said
the editor as he filled out a eheck.
A. glance showed Julian it was drawn,
for one hundred dollars. He was in luck
after all, it seemed.
• Next he rode uptown and rang the bell
at 142 -- street, How much had hap-
pened sines he first went up those steps,
leis than six weeks ago!
The girl who opened the door looked at
him, blankly when he asked f or Miss
"Wheeler, and showed him into a small
reception room -while she took bit card.
He was presently asked to step upstairs,
third floor front.
The door was half open showing a
prettily furnished interior. He tapped
gently. There was a rustling behind a
dark green portiere and a young woinau
stepped out from behind it and greeted
him with "Good. morning." She was the
one he had met on the stairs in the
gloom, he could swear. There was the
same fain.t perfume about the garments
and, besides he knew her atmosphere.
"You are Miss Cora Wheeler?"
She bowed.
"And I am Julian Jones. 1 wrote the
story on the oilcloth. I am told it found
its way into print through you. I have
come to thank you."
Miss Wheeler was about as breathless
asjulian. She motioned him to a chair
and sat down. The facts he had present-
ed rapidlygrouped themselves at once
i
logically n her mind
"Then you did not suicide," she said,
with. a mirthful glance at his muscular
frame, adding, "I never thought you
did."
suppose I came pretty near ‘shuffie
beg oil,'" he said, and he repeated his
story.
"I expected something of the sort had
happened," said Miss Wheeler, "though
there were all sorts of conjectures. The
landlady called me up to read what you
had written. She thought it might de-
note, dennte—"
"Insanity?"
"It enchanted me. I write a little my-
self, you see. I sent it to the Fizzier. It
was copied everywhere. You are a
gen, ivuTsi.L
the right sort of inspiration,"
corrected Julian.
It looks now as if the pair would go in-
to partnership.
• How a Prize Was Won.
Mr. •James Payne tells an amusing
story of the way in which Tennyson's
"Timbuctoo" won, its prize at the Uni-
versity. The examiners for thcayeafahe
says, were. three -the Vice -Chancellor,
who had a great reputation, but a violent
temper, and who did not write very well;
a classical professor, who knew no poetry
that was not in a dead language, and a
mathematical professor. It was agreed
that eaeh should' signify by the letters
"g" and "b" (for 'good" and
what he thought of the poems, and the
Vice had the manuscript first. When
the mathematical professor got them he
found "Tirnbuctoo' scored all over with
"0" and though he could • not under-
stand why, nor indeed the poem itself,
did not think it worth while, as he atter-
wards said (although the fact was he was
afraid to ask the Vice his reasons) so he
wrote e on the poem also. The classi-
cal master thought it funny that both
his predeeissors should admire so unin-
telligible a production.; but, as he said,
"he did not care anything about the mat-
ter," and so wrote "g" on it also ; and as
no other poem had three "g's" the prize
was unanimously awarded to the author
of "Timbuetoo." After all woe over the
three examiners happened to meet one
day, and the Vice, in his absolute fash-
ion,fell to abusing the other two for ad-
miring the poem. They replied very
naturally, and with some indignation,
that they could never have dreamt of
admiring it if he himself had not scored
it over with "g's." he said; "they
were "q's" for queries, for I could not
understand two consecutive lines in it."
COLD BATHS.
°right Of Nor$Ory .0.14 Me0.
." "Phree 111iu4 Mice " is in a mosie
beolc of WOO,
"A, Frogele Woeld A -Wooing Go "
wee lieenee ic: ltiOte
" L it; 6 Jai; k Hornet " is older thn
the ie. -weal° mth eentery,
"Pueey Oat, Pturey Cat, NV heee Have
You Becn ?" detc$ from the reiga 01
Queen Elizabeth.
" Boys and Girls Come (bit to Play"
dates from Charles 11., as does aisO
" Lucy racket Lost Her Pocket,'.
" Old Mettler Hubbard," " GhoadY;
GooSey Gander," •and " Old Mother
Goose" apperently date back to the eix-
teentb century,
Cinderella, ' jack the GiantKiller,"
"Blue Beard, " and "Tom Thema)" were
given to the world in Paris in 1607, The
author was Charles Perrault,
"I HuMpty-Dampty " was a bold, bad
baron. who lived in the days of King
John -and was tumbled from power. His
history was put up into a riddle, the
meaning of which is an egg,
"The Babes in the Wood" was found-
ed on an actual crime committed. in
Norfolk, near Wayland Wood, in the
fifteenth century. An old hease in. the
neighborhood is still pointed out upon a
inautelpitce in which is earved the en-
tire history,
How 1V1any Points Are There?
Tell one of your friends that his sense
of touch is defective, and of course, he
will most likely protest to the contrary;
then comes the opportunity to make the
following,little experiment,
Touch aim lightly with the points of
two needles on the neck, juet below the
ear, and distaat from one another about
three-quarters of an inch. Ask him then
how many poiats he feels, and he will be
sure to answer one, the evidence of peo-
ple present being required to make hira
believe that, you are holding two points
against his skin.
Riley's Cora Care.
Riley's charm for the euro of corns is
a recipe well worth knowing, and it is
perhaps interesting, too, as a bit of
Hoosier folk -lore:
Prune your corn in the gray of the morn
With a blade that's shaved the dead,
Aeid barefoot go and hide it so
The rain will rust it rod;
Dip your foot in the dear and put
A print of it on the floor
And stew the fat of a brindle cat,
And say this o'er and o'er:
Corny! morny ! blady ! dead !
Gory! sorey ! rusty! red!
Foot-sy ! putty! fleory ! stew!
Patsy!• catsy!
Mew!
„View !
Come grease My corn.
In the gray of the morn!
Mew! mew! mew!
, IThe Tramp's See -Saw.
A tramp with a blase many. r lackadai-
sieally walked up to the rear entrance of
a farmhouse and gently tapped at the
door with his finger tips. The door was
opened by a sharp -faced vision, who en-
quired what the gentleman of leisure de-
sired.
"Madam," he said, -with a very pro-
found bow, "I have a request to prefer."
" Well, sir, be quick about it," was
the not encouraging reply.
"Madam, I would fain eat."
Do you see that wood, sir?" she re-
plied, pointing to a large pile of timber
which had not been shortened to the re- -
quired stove length.
Slowly he turned his head and looked
in the direction of the pointing finger;
then, with as much calmness as he could
command, he spake thus:
. "Madam, you saw me see the wood,
but you won't see me saw the wood."
Before the woman had recovered from
her surprise he had been wafted away
with the parting breeze.
A Bare Aid to Health and Beauty.
Cold water applied externally is a
matchless tonic.
Like every other medical agent, it is
not adapted to every case. There are
conditions of aealth as well as disease
when a cold bath might be fatal en effect.
Peculiarities of temperament and disposi-
tion and individual susceptibilities must
be considered in water cures. Generally
it is a wholesome habit to acquire and
one that is rarely carried to excess.
A, cold bath is most beneficial taken
when the system is relaxed by indolence,
sleepinese or mental unrest During con-
valescence its cautious use is productive
of the happiest results. • A cold shock
from a shower is often beneficial for con-
stipation, while in catarrhal and liver
troubles cold water is an essential in the
treatment. Of course., attention to de-
taile is of the greatest importance. Done
itt five minutes in a comfortable tem-
perature and whole body rubbed or
brushed into a glow of warmth the de-
sired results should be obtained, whereas
delay, eidgligence in making the toilet,
and ignorant exposure to ehill will make
the bath hurt,ful instead of beneficial.
People who take cold easily will find a
daily Cold bath an effectual prevention.
For those unfortunates designated as
nerve prostrated, habitual cold dips be-
fore breakfast or after atiy great strain
upon the neve e or socnal nitercourse,
promises the boo results.
etsrepentie, and corpulent -wo-
men need the tonic effect of cold water at
least onc,e in twenty-foar hones,
Coldest Hind of a Cold Wave.
"I see," said the grocer thoughtlessly,
for he had forgotten that the man with
the ginger beard was sitting behind the
stove, see that the temperature drop-
ped twenty degrees in fifteen minutes
down in Texas the other day."
"I don't call that nothing," said the
man with the ginger beard. "I remem-
per when there was a party of us campinl
in the Black Hills that the temperature
dropped so sudden that one of the mules
in the outfit, which was in the act of
kickina was caught an' froze that way,
an' stood with hes heels in, the air two
days. We had a thermometer along, but
the cussed thing went back on us so I
can't ezzaetly say jist how much of a' drop
it was."
"Oh, yes," said the school -teacher, "it'
is a well-kown fact that at a tempera-
ture of about forty degrees below zero
the mercury freezes and hence cannot
register."
"That wasn't it at all, young man,"
said the man with the ginger beard, with
fine scorn. "The darn mercury drapped
so quick that the friction made it red hot
and busted the ',glass."
The mau from Potato Creek began. to
snicker, but the man with the ginger
beard stopped his mirth with a stony
stare.
The fastest shorthand writer in the
world is a young Dublin man, George
Bunbary. He can write 250 words in a
minute.
KENDALL'S
PAY1N CURE
THE
MOST SUCCESSFUL REMEDY
FOR MAN OR BEAST.
Certain In its effects and never blister*.
Read pideis below:
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Wu:rot:it 1.1., N.Y., Jon. 15. 1894.
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time ago With a 8rutviti. Igothini for $S0. 1 hied.
tilpiprin Cure. The .SUitvin is gone tor
:Mid I haVe been Offered IPSO for the Sarno horse,
1 only had hlin nine weskS, sol got $120for tame
S2 Worth of Kendall's $01trin CUre.
youtettzly, W. 8. Mumma.
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