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Show {By Laurana ACT. W. votion to another had made him half indifferent to his cousin. It was only after a physician had been sent to the injured girl and Mabel had turned her horse’s head toward Jessie’s home to apprise them of what had hap- Skeidon.) Cry GEHOFfreys paused a moment as he passed the library door and glanced admiringly at the picture made by his cousin Jessie. She was standing motionless before the window with her } = back to the pened door, them jeal- ously from the eae “That is always the way,’ Jessie Geoffreys whispered bitterly to herself after they had passed. “He has neither ears nor eyes for me when Mabel Denison is with him She bit her lips angrily, put the effort was too late to stop her tears. Laying her proud head she cried for a would break. perate by a down upon the table moment as if her heart Then, as if made des- sudden thought, she sor Anos sat erect, and laying the envelope that she held upon the table, began, by much laborous effort, to write a name upon “Quick, Cecil, catch him of she she walked, told while them her brain cil, and now to find that he had only been making a farce of what to her was life’s sacred drama. To think of him was agony itself, and so, with an almost pase effort, she tried to think again of Jessie. Was she dead and free from all this life of pain? If so, she envied her now with all her heart, for life, that an hour ago was bright and beautiful, seemed hardly worth the living. She was nearing the border of a tiny pond, and the water, lying so cool and motionless, seemed to thrill her brain with a sudden purpose. She tossed her cap upon the bank, and bending, bathed her head in the placid water. But a fever such as hers could not be silenced by mere touch of water. It was the bitterness of a blighted love fled that was scorching her brain and throbbing madly in her pulses. To be pitied by him—to be scorned by him, or she will and worst of all, to live without him! The thought was more than she could bear in the first hour of her bitter sor- Tow. In an instant she had formed “TION, Hastily scribbling a few words on her ecard, she tucked it into her riding cap. and laid it, with her whip and purse, in a conspicuous place upon the bank; then, without glancing either to right or left, she sprang fearlessly into the quiet water. At that very instant the sound of ses voice came suddenly to her Jessie to hold on a moment longer, when, as if the very sound of his voice had added to her terror, the poor girl suddenly let go her hold and was thrown headfirst to the beaten ground. “Biack Tom’ rushed on like the very spirit of vengeance, but Cecil, springing from his steed, bent horror stricken the fallen girl. Mabel! “She is dead, I fear,’”’ he said solemn‘ly, as Mabel’s bay, reeking with sweat *“T will carry came swiftly to his side. | Mabel darling,” he cried “IT know exactly what fered, but, oh, Mabel, fearful as it was, could compare H, I Hy goa be done,” he said as an honest farmer who gratefully, had seen her ‘fall eame with rapid strides across the road. Together they carried her into the shouse, while Mabel dismounted from ‘her horse to mount Cecil’s better one, :preparatory to hastening for a physi‘gian. As she led the animal to a convenient stone her eye was attracted to .a letter lying close beside the ‘disappearing with their burden inside the farmer’s door, and she must hurry away to the village if she meant to save the young girl’s life. She picked up the and thrust it in her pocket. Whose ever it was it was of no conse-. quence now, and a moment more she was flying like the wind on her errand of love and pity For Mabel had often longed for Jessie’s love. She was attracted to the stately girl as the weak are always attracted toward the strong. They were equally beautiful in face and form, yet ‘of such distinctly opposite types that in Mabel’s gentle mind, at least, all thought of jealousy was impossible. More than that, Jessie was Cecil’s cousin, and what less could a fiancee desire than the friendship and affection of her But lover’s family. Jessie had always refused her advances. Not by any angry words, ‘but by a quiet, frigid manner that quite ‘congealed the young girl’s warmer na- ture. She could never exactly understand it, for she did’ not know of Jesisie’s love of Cecil. She had never even suspected it, and @geamed of such as of my dying for eCcil, a thing, how she had loved me all these many years, and how bitterly she had felt toward you since learning how I loved you. We begged her not to talk, but she pleaded over and over again that I would try to find a letter she had dropped before you could by any means obtain it. It seems,’ he added, with a heavy sign, “I was too late to save you pain, but, oh, Mabel, should we not rejoice that I was not too late to save your life and restore the sunshine to our future?” But Mabel’s tears burst out afresh. “Mine was the greater sin,’ she said penitently. “Poor Jessie only wronged herself, while I wronged both myself and you by yielding to a moment’s weakness.’ SHE How if he his own ever de- the IS A DISTINCT Baltimore ably road. Whether Cecil or Jessie had dropped it she did not know, but the men were - envelope the misery tearful eyes, he added, sadly: ‘Yes, Jessie is dead, the poor, dear girl, but before she died she insisted upon telling ea “MABEL, co HE CRIED. ,her into this good man’s house and see can with bank. you have sufyour suffering, not in any way cousin.” There was a solemn shadow in’ his face, that even his darling’s danger had failed to lift or alter. He bent suddenly and kissed the trembling lips. Then, catching the look of pity in the s iwhat as he dashed madly along the narrow path, and without a moment’s thought, Sprang boldly to her rescue. “Don’t try to explain, dearest,” he said tenderly, as he laid her, a moment later, all dripping wet upon the Uy A her plan and yielded to the water’s invita- speed. oe Cecil had reached “Bk “x Tom” by half a length and was just shouting to from Girl Those TYPE, Differs of Favor- Others The Baltimore girl is a type of herself. She doesn’t read the newspapers, is not much at joining societies, has no mission to reconstruct the universe, is a delightful conversationalist, has great equanimity and amiability of disposi- tion, has no fads, and is not bothering her pretty head about Emerson, Howells, Ibsen, or any of the Boston idols, but when it comes to shedding the radiance of beauty, kindly ways, and winsome fascinations on everything and everybody about her, she is equal to an aurora borealis. When it comes to power and influence with the men, is equal point of to a dynamo, view. She from an is not she electrical after any “rights,’’ because she has the privileges of a princess. The men all adore her, and while the Boston girl is construing Browning the Baltimore girl is peeling peaches or arranging strawberries and eream for her best young man, who is coming to tea, or perhaps she is down in the kitchen with her pretty sleeves rolled up, giving the finishing touches to the preparation of terrapin, or the roasting of a canvasback duck. India ink is made in Japan from the soot obtained by burning the shells of an oily nut. INDIANS. GAMBLING AMONG BLACK ERS AND PUYALLUPS. A PREACHER’S STORY. RI re the was busy with its sudden revelation.. Oh, how she had loved and trusted Ce- be killed!” Mabel cried frantically, as together they started in a mad pursuit of the flying horse. On they raced, Cecil gradually gaining on the maddened brute, while Mabel, fearless, but more poorly mounted, urged her own horse to its utmost above again agony for a quiet hour in the neighbor- but with an extra cut of the whip upon “Black Tom’s” side Jessie passed them like an arrow, while she turned with a strangely joyous laugh and shouted out a word of greeting. But this last sharp cut had been too and mechanically ing woods. On and on side, Cecil half leaning from his saddle as he bent to whisper in Mabel’s ear, hand thought of the young girl’s fall, and then leaving the horse she gathered her skirts about her and started alone in bitter To have sgen her one would have thought her an indifferent scribe, but when she finished she scrutinized it earefully, and the smile that lighted her eager face betokened a genuine satisfaction. Ten minutes later she was speeding down the drive, spurring her favorite “Black Tom” with unusual vigor, and causing that spirited brute to toss his head in a series of resentful gestures. Just at a turn in the drive she passed the levers. They were riding side by sprung from his rider’s like mad along the road. she unmailed letter. She was passing the postoffice at the time, and checking her horse, she drew it from her pocket. “Why, it’s for me, and in Cecil’s handwriting,’ she exclaimed in surprise as she glanced at the inscription. “How strange that he did not give it to me himself instead of Cas it all the morning in his pocket.’ Then she blushed happily as she thought what the letter would probably tell, and for a moment even Jessie’s awful fate seemed to fade before her pleasure. She whipped up her horse and started on. .‘“‘No need to mail a letter to myself,’ she whispered laughae as she unhesitatingly, broke the al. The message was short. so short that the fair girl almost reeled in her saddle as she glanced it over and fully realized its awful purport. Could it be true that Cecil did not love her and had taken this manner of saying so rather than a more manly method of communication? Yes, the words were plain and unmistakable, and he had furthermore added insult to injury by saying “it was consideration for her love of him that had made him neglect this painful duty.’”’ Like one suddenly turned to stone she rode silently on her errand. Jessie’s fate was enviable to her now in the misery of the present moment. She read the note again and again, until the eruel words seemed burned into her brain, and the sweet and sad experiences of the hour melted into one horrible nightmare that was fast driving her to a state of frenzy. She reached the house, and saw Jessie’s parents standing happily on the porch, but her heart was too full of its own bitterness to feel more than an cee sympathy for their coming but with her head turned a little, so that the clear, dark profile stood out boldly against the light, while her beautiful eyes were fixed in a dreamy reverie upon a vine that clambered above the sash. She wore a riding habit that made the proud, voluptuous figure even more majestic and commanding. In one gloved hand she held her riding whip, and im the other there was a square of white, so like one of his own monogramed envelopes that Cecil found himself wondering vaguely about it long after the picture had vanished from his vision. For Mabel was awaiting him at the edge of the drive, and quite naturally he could not tarry long to admire his cousin’s loveliness. Five minutes after the two equestrians passed outside the library window, Mabel, her fair hair floating in the dark-eyed girl who watched that RECKLESS The Red thing of Men Will Literally Stake Eve ry- | They the in Which Possess Primitive They Upon the Game Are of Result eee | Engaged. A great game of chance is in progress) on the Puyallup Indian reservation, Washington, and has been kep: steadily for the past three weeks. °‘he Black Rivers are trying to clean out the Puyallups, and will keep it up whtil they succeed or are themselves strimhed of all they possess. It may be a month before the game is concluded, but when it is, either one side or the other ‘yill| have parted with its last blanket, its S sorennamss A FATAL last calico dress and its last of everything The with fully that Black has value Rivers may in Indian eyes. go home laden spoils, or they may walk sor:owto their native heath without «ven @ gun or pany, for, a squaw to keep in the excitement them Wee of gaming,’ the Indian often wagers his “glo. otch-, man,” as his wife is dominated in ‘he mellifiluous “Chinook.” The Indias is an inveterate gambler, white sport would call and is wha’ “blooded.” ‘the About twenty of the Black Rivers” have come over to the Puyallup stainp- “Nothing ficient for man life.’ Jack myself but the infinite pity is sufthe infinite pathos of hu- Petney, Frank were for out a Peterson deer hunt. and We had pitched camp in the shelter of a bluff on the rim of a small lake. We hadn’t pulled a trigger as yet, and it was the second day. About sundown the air became softer, the wind blew and black clouds gathered. Jack’s quick eye marked these signs as accurately as a Mingo’s on the trail of a Delaware. “It’s going to snow, then,” said he, “and if I don’t punck the jacket of a redskin before noon <o-morrow I’m no hunter.” “That’s if we run one into the lake for you,’ I remarked, turning to Frank, for it haé@ been arranged that Jack was to keep the tent and watch the lake, while Frank and myself were to hunt for that day. Jack frowned but said nothing. We two had folowed many a trail successfully together, and all men who have done this in the woods have learned to take their part with the stocism of an Indian. Taking the bearing by the compass, we struck into the forest, walking in a northwesternly direction. Not more than half a mile had been covered before we came on the trail of four deer. Dropping on our knees to examine this welcome sight, it took but a minspoil. The game is played in a frame ute to determine, by the size and orshed, possessing but a dirt floor. Ar: ind der of the tracks, the dimensions and the sides are the sleeping mats 0. the nature of our game. A larfie buck, a visitors and their blankets, and in the big doe, a yearling and a fawn. There center is a fire, about which the pls‘yers was no snow in the footprints. Indiand spectators are grouped, whi!* eating they couldn’t be more than an flaring and flickering light is shed © pon hour in our front. “This trail them by a blaze of pitch knots buri:ing is a long one,’ I remarked; “you see, on an ash-covered stool. The gam beFrank, “it holds toward the beaver gins about 8 o’clock each night, and meadow, which is all of eight miles often lasts until late the next day. en. all is ready two patriarchs from ch from here; but here goes! and mind, side enter with the “lay-out,” comsistboy, your moccasin must not speak. 1m Noiselessly for three hours we following of wooden chips about the Bngre and twice the size of a silver dollar, a/ eo ed them over rocks, through gullies, tally sticks, all wrapped in aij amid slash, under trees that had bedecorated mats. Two bags of thir. tanle come giants by playing the athlete shavings complete the outfit. Ma’* are with a thousand snowstorms. The spread before the fire and two mem “som wind blew against us, that is, it blew each side seat themselves, facing each in our backs, and by the unbroken other, and are ready for business. The character of the trail we feared it was adherents of rival players range themgiving the deer our scent. When selves in the rear and watch the game within half a mile of the marsh Frank with intense interest and bet recklessly. said, “See! here they stopped, and One of the players takes ten chips, one here they nibbled the twigs.’ of them distinguished from the «ther These were encouraging signs; they by a white ring, and divides them into had not smelt us. “They are having a two equal piles and carefully nt 7 | breakfast of marsh hay,” said I, “and them with the bark shavings. —~ we must surprise them. You, Frank, He then grabs one pile, shavings ad take the south, I’ll head to the north; all, in each hand, and moves hish ds keep the wind off the meadow, and in a eircle rapidly from right to ft, we'll dine on venison steak. Your while one of the opposite side gu es feet must be cat’s and your bréathin which hand he holds the white-ri {ed ing must be done inside. As to that chip, or “queen,” as it is called. I ‘he fine form of yours, well, there must guess is right one of the tally-stic is always be a tree between it and anytaken from the player’s pile and; ‘en thing that has eyes. Don’t forget you to the guesser, but if wrong the g s8Searry a rifle.’ er’s pile suffers. Each side started ith He laughed and said: “Never shoot sixty sticks and when one side has on without catching the sight, never run them all the game will come to an nd. till you have registered a cool head The Puyallups are now thirty-sixa ad, and a steady hand to get deer.” With but the end is not yet in sight. ets this bit of sportsman’s banter we partare constantly being made, not 0; the ed. Frank’s course lay through the separate plays, but on the outcor of woods and rock, thus providing plenty the game, and will be settled a the of clover, his only danger being noise. same time. These bets consist of m_ iey, Mine ran through slash and burnt blankets, horses, watches, guns, . WS, buggies, harness and everything the open. betters possess, even to the cloth’ Or I had covered the sh and 3 ing grounds with all their worldly sessions and will remain there until go home either stripped or loaded posthey with © equa their backs, Among the Indians ox uuu Puget Sound and Columbia region there is a primitive game of guessing that resembles the Chinese game so closely ‘i to suggest a common origin. It is but one of the many things in the customs of the Pacific coast Indians that indicate contact with the Asiatics at Be previous period. darting from sivh to stub m the burn addressing a big, healthy, good-looking girl of sixteen, who cheerfully did his pidding. Oh, that dinner! Pork, cabbage, potatoes (in their jackets), buttermilk, cakes. Why, an essay might be written on the qualities of that meal which would rival Lamb’s unique bit of drollery on roast pig. While we were demolishing these substantial viands our host informed us that two night before a little daughter had been born into their home. Frank declared he would have the honor of presenting the young lady with her first dress. I claimed the distinction of shoeing her tiny feet and begged the honor of suggesting a name. Frank said: ‘Why, there is only one name I could think of giving a girl.” ‘And what is that?” said our host. “Why, Grace, of course,” said Frank, blushing to his finger tips. “There is still one name left,” I remarked. “Friend Frazer, call her ‘Eva.’ It’s a nice name to own.” “It shall be done,” said he, “that is, if the mother is willing,’ and his face saddened as he said it. ‘Pardon us, neighbor, is all well with your family?’ I inquired. ‘“Well—no—the little thing had a convulsion two hours ago and her mother is afeared it hain’t agoin’ to pull through, and although she has seven other children, she a sort o’ clings to this ene in a pitiful, tender-like way. I’m afeared it'll kill her if the baby does die. Oh, young gents, it’s mighty hard alivin’ baek here at times like this,’ and here the hardy bushman broke down and. sobbed alond. I think we cried, too. “Ts there nothing we can do for the sufferers? Can’t a doctor be brought?” I asked. ‘‘Something, let us do something?!’ “Young man, me and that ’ere woman has been here thirteen years and raised them seven children, and no. doctor has ever crossed that doorsill, and no preacher neither but you and an eld Free Methodist what stayed over night onst. The neardest doctor is at Gravenhurst, thirty miles away, and who'd pay him if he did come? But thinkin’ as you’re a minister, the woman was sayin’, if ther only was a preacher to baptize the child. Christian-like, she wouldn’t take it so hard.” “Would it please your wife to see a minister?’ I said timidly. “Oh, she set a heap o’ store by it.” “Well, then, you ask her, and if she wishes it I will pray with her,” I said, not knowing what was best to do. He entered the room and remained for a minute, then returned, beckened me to enter. Addressing me by name, the mother stretched out her hand and said: “God sent you, I am sure he did.” Oh, these mothers of eurs! She looked like an angel as she said: ‘““My baby! My baby! Will you baptize it, and then it won’t be lost?’ Pulling a chair near the bed and sitting down I took her hand between mine. Being a Baptist I never before heard such an appeal, and I never felt so utterly helpless. Her husband was standing near the bed. ‘Yes,’ I said, ‘if it will make you happy I will do anything in my power.” “Thank yeu. Ged bless you, I cam bear it now,” she said, and the soft pressure ef her hand became warm and strong. ‘‘You are not afraid ef what God will do with your baby, Mrs. Frazer?’ J inquired. “Well, wot quite that, but—” “Lis. ten!’ ¥ Spose sotily, “eould You teva a God who would allow that sweet with an eye ever on the marsh which little treasure to be lost, because of lay below us, when I saw the fawn a mere accident in the circumstances feeding some four hundred yards disof its birth?’ tant. The rifle was raised and sighted She leoked at a 2 silence, and instantly. But thought was swifter then at her baby; her lips quivered. than action and it came down as quickly. “Ne—Frank won’t get a shot if I Her eyes still on the abe she sai ‘No, I should hate—but—eh, my do, and mine is only a chance; and baby—does he not command it?’ As the game progresses the friendie of besides we want the big fellow; no, “J have meyer seen such a command. the players, who are all deeply interestthat wouldn’t do!” and I blushed at It is not in his word,’ I answered. ed in the outcome, because of having my own blunder as I thought of Jack’s “No, we are not asked to love such a staked their worldly wealth pea ie; merriment if he had witnessed such being as that.” encourage them, and assist in every a childish movement. “What a fool After repeating a hymn, with a few way possible. The women appear to te I should have been had I pulled on passages of Scripture, we knelt and as interested as their lords. They arthat whiffet of a fawn!” I fancied even prayed. as God ever so great te range themselves in lines on either side Frank laughing at me.. “Why a fellow of the players and occasionally break would have been ashamed to take it me, ever so near? Had I ever prayed into monotonous chants or indulge in before? Don’t tell me he does not to camp. No, it’s a low trick to shoot the peculiar movements that pass for ear and answer. When we arena a young thing like that.” dancing among the American aborige baby was dead. The mother was By this time I was nearly acress the ines. All night long this is kept up burn and no sight of the antlers yet. holding its soft cheek to her own, and withotit intermission, the Indians apthe warm flood of a mother’s love was Hive minutes’ silent creeping feund parently being incapable of fatigue. ‘Vi dropping from her eyes over its tiny me full north of the east end of the the mere spectator the game is most face. monotonous, but never so to those who: The rough woodsman was transhave so deep an interest in the outcome fone a ae manhood shone out! nk, of the play. In former days, when tribes. He s mn theside of the bed and came together to the number of huri-' but in vain. Knowing that his path eoaed his wife’s hale, and kissed her was longer than mine, if not so diffidreds and even thousands on each side, forehead and patted her hand and cult, I settled down and waited until when such forms of wealth as have been: called her pet names of the wooing quite sure that he must have gained a introduced by the whites were unknowi time agoin. And all the while great position south of the meadow and opto them, and they had only their nagusts of tears fell on his bronzed posite my own. Then on hands and tive articles to wager; when they were hands. The moment was sacred. [I knees I crept behind a cluster of alddressed in their native costumes, th:: left them with their grief and comers that grew on the edge of the grass. scene must have been far more wil¢ fort. And while lying there remembered and picturesque. Now the men wear Frank and I did not talk much on woolen shirts and overalls and the wom* that another lake lay a mile west of the way to camp with the deer. I reen are dressed in bright calico dresses, the beaver’s home, and should the member feeling glad that I had net with shawls over their shoulders and deer get the start of us, they would, killed the fawn. We came back that colored handkerchiefs on their heads, in all probability make for it. I must night bringing Jack along. In the skirt the grass and cut off their al stable, by the light of a very smoky CATS PATROL A POSTOFFICE. treat. This was easily done, lantern, we made a rude coffin out of should they scent us and run for the the sideboards of the jumper, that beAt Washington Three of Them Are Conlake, my good ‘‘45-75” was quite equal ing the only available lumber about stantly on Duty. \to any distance the marsh presented. the place. We cut niches across the he Washington city postoffice has The movement was fortunate, for boards and cramped them into real three cats that came to it in rather a Frank had entered the southwest corcoffin shape. With a white sheet from peculiar way, as mischievous urchins ner, and I was only well up the side the house we covered the rough wood dropped them into the big paper boxes of the oe when his Winchester inside and out, making a casket as on the street corner. It is a rule of the spoke. next moment the king of white and pure as its spotless wee oeservice that all matter consigned to ihe ea. ee bounding up the midcupant. these boxes must be taken to the postlle of the marsh, not more than twenThe children of the family made a office; thus a small boy who throws his ‘y yards to my left. In another mopillow and bed, which we stuffed with cap into one can only reclaim it from nent he had turned a samersault and fragrant spruce leaves. A scalloped the postmaster. So, as no exception ay all his length with my bullet in frill nailed around the top of the coffin was mentioned in the case of cats, the ihis shoulders. At that instant Frank made it complete. Rude as it was, it collectors obediently lugged them to the eame runing toward me. “What a did seem better than none. The rest postoffice, where, nobody calling for rack of horns! That fellow will tip ef the children thonght it “lovely’’ them, they have remained. che scale at 240, and the doe is almost when the baby sister was tenderly In fact, they are quite welcome, for, is fine. She lies in the alders yonplaced inside. although a comparatively new buildder. Shake, old man,” he cried, taking On the afterneon of the following ing, the postoffice has already been inmy hand, and laughing aloud at the day a few neighbors gathered in symvaded by rats, which would do considsport. pathy. The little casket steod on the erable damage unless kept down b While dressing our deer we discusstable in the middle of the reom, a their feline police force. There is one ed plans by which we could get such wreath of evergreen, made by the of the trio, nicknamed Tammany, who heavy game to camp. About two miles children, was om the lid. We sang makes his headquarters in the delivery to the south we knew there lived a “Safe in the Arms of Jesus.” Frank’s department and has become a great pet settler named Frazer, a good-natured clear tenor and Jack’s deep bass were of the clerks. He was so named. befellow who would put his horse and full of pathos. Hlow precious the facause of a remote resemblance to the jumper at our disposal for ne asking miliar words ef God seemed to us as famous tiger of New York politics, but (and a quarter of venison). We we read: in reality he is built more like a dachstherefore decided to bend the heads “Let not your heart be troubled, ye hund, having a very long body and of eur deer between their forelegs and believe in God, believe also at Me. 3 short, crooked legs. He is a comicaldrag them over the snow to our “My grace is sufficient for looking cat, but death to rats and mice, friend’s eabin. Once there, a sawlog “Stand still and see the Jeivatton and when not engaged in his official road ran round the lake near our of God.” duties he is quite playful. Only one camp, and on it would be smooth sail“When thou passeth through the pleasantry which he positively will not ing. After hours of tugging and sweatwaters I will be with thee, and permit is rubbing his fur the wrong way ing we arrived at the hut of our friend, through the rivers, they shall not and nearly the whole office force bear tired, het and ravenous overfiow thee.’ on their hands the marks of Tammany’s The settler received us warmly after After prayer Frank and Jack followclaws. There is no appropriation yet the fashion of the woods, and congrat- | ed me, bearing between them a tiny for feeding those four-footed servants ulated us on our. luck. “Annie, pre- j eefin. Jack had prepared a little of the public, but they are well provided pare the guests some dinner,” said he,| {| grave under three great hemlocks in for by their own efforts and out of the clerks’ lunch baskets.—Exchange. the woods. We were followed by the whole company. Over the f; that wee mite of the forest the words,’ “T am the resurrection and the life,’ startled us as I repeated the solemn! burial service. One by one the co pany returned to the cabin until wel three fellows found ourselves alone under the hemlocks with the dead. Frank blazed the tree at the graye’s head with his ax, making a flat sure face on its side. With my hunting. knife I cut in the old tree “Baby: Eve.” And as each letter was finished I felt that nothing but the in-. finite pity is sufficient for the infinite pathos of human life-—McMaster University Monthly. DE LESSEPS BORROWED Napeleon Figured on in is Egyptian THE IDEA the Suez Canal Campaign There have been several piercers of isthmuses, writes a contributor to the Journal des Economistes, though most persons know but one. The truth is: that the great enterprises of De Lesseps were conceived by others. Napoleon had the Suez canal in mind during the Egyptian campaign, and Metternich: entertained the scheme in 1821, and thirty years later prepared a memoir upon all that had been done to bring: about a realization of the project. But. Saint-Simon, who fought under Washington for the independence of this country and founded the French school: of state socialists, formed a plan for piercing not only the Isthmus of Suez, but that of Panama as well, and it was the determined and unselfish efforts of his pupil, Enfantin, that made the former project possible to De Lesseps. Hnfantin was not only an earnest advoeate af state socialism, but an enthusiastic believer in the possibilities for, good lying in unproved international communications. He wished to connect: the Mediterranean and Red seas, less for a material gain to commerce than with a view of extending Western in-: fluence over the East. Enfantin, sometimes called the father of the sect, gave. himself up with passion to the subjeet of the Suez canal. He a his disciples. set themselves to s e re after having Abandoned some curiou absurdities, and with a chosen body of engineers he himself went out to Egypt, to examine the route. The party 8 themselves at the service of Mehem Ali te aid in his projects for peers the Nile, and thus obtained a certain standing in tugypt. Five of the party died ue the plague or of exposure and’ fatigu se The Pk anal project slumbered for: twelve years, and then an international society for the study of engineering subjects was formed and its headquar-, ters were established in Enfantin’s: house in Paris. Robert Stephenson andi men of like standing in France and’ Austria joined the society, and munici-; pal bodies along the Mediterranean and! elsewhere contributed te a fund for the: society. Stephenson later abandoned! the canal project and declared it im-) possible of fulfillment. Enfantin was: not to be driven frem his plan. His: only fear. was that he might be sus-| pected of undertaking it for personal: gain. He tried to interest all Burope| and even Americ: Tt was not wntil: about 1854 that De Lesseps, whom Hn-' fantin had known in Egypt,was en-; listed in the project. De Lesseps was, asked by reason of his relations with: the khedive, to obtain the necessary au-' thorization for the work from the gov-' ernment of Egypt. From that time De’ Lesseps was at the head of the scheme,; and was the great figure in the eye of! the public. : Friends urged Enfantin to put for, ward his claim to authorship, but he re! fused te do so, saying that doubtless. the truth of history would one day de-' mand that the world should know that! the great idea was conceived by‘ ‘Utopians, dreamers, fools,” but proclaimiag himself ready to praise the man who should carry the project into effeet. and to ery glory to God at its comple-! tion. Just as De Lesseps was breaking: the last barrier between the seas im 1869. a book was published by the! friends of the dead Enfantin giving an: account of his part in the undertaking. His words of self-renunciation were contained in this volume. PREACHED A Se nd IN EVENING DRBSS. ae Minister Who Practices Defends the Custom. eae Rev. Edward Davis, the ates! preacher of Oakland, Cal., changed his! tacties to-night, says a San Franeciseo Examiner correspondent. He did not clutch his hair and offer his kingdom, for 2 horse and then sink upen the stage to show the end of intrigue and ambition. Nor did he shuffle a pack of cards and declare for bean poker or danee in the pulpit to glorify the waltz and prove its inherent innocence. The Rey. Mr. Davis has succeeded in getting public attention focused upon him. What is more, he has succeeded in getting peopletogo hear him. But the young preacher is a man of hie day. and generation, and is disposed to eae his stock of ideas to suit the: season: There has been considerable criticism: of his methods of proclaiming the gos! pel. “My mission in preaching,” said, the preacher to-day, “is te save sinners.; But why should it be thought necessary’ to wear a long face and a vinegary as-! pect in telling of the Lamb that taketh: away the sins ef the world? “Now, concerning my appearance ra night in evening dress in the pulpit, let me say that I believe God is no rospe-, ter of garb, and that an evening dress) would not preclude a preacher's en-) trance inte the kingdom of heaven. “But inasmuch as it was announeed: that I would appear im evening dress {t| is my opinion that sueh am apparel is! more proper in the pulpit when diseus-: sing popular themes than the eonveational Prince Abert. “But the question ef broadcloth er rages or tights is se trivial I hardly: see the sense of such things being mentioned.’ The purpose of the young preacher's efforts to-night was to show Oakland: his ability as a word painter. Rev. Mr.| Davis’ ambition is to be able to thrift, great audience: vith copious and fervid: oratorys :' |
