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Isenl Bic-1". g "#33 been for yon- mob ully and. Wil- 113 'Ofi send 3K3! ' of mi oli- oli- lin PE era-l the “Whose is the sin?" she said. looking weirdly out at the wild waves as it they had a. human voice to answer her query. “She tempted me with her goldâ€"she had mm'derin her heart as red as if she had dyed her hand: in his lite-blood! Ugh!" “I am a fool to come out in mnh dorm: weather!" this odd creature mut- tered to herself. “What in it that driven no out of my lick bed to wander here in the rain and wind before Franck Arnold'a house? There is a thihg they can remorse, ha. haâ€"ia that the haunt- ing devil th_at pugsuea me?” them uh. wrung her hands and shook “:19kach {mi-3W â€"§hâ€"cvi¢;:)ked If the lonely mansion. and turned back to the sea with a shuddeg. February Winds blew coldly oxer the sea. at Cape May, the day was bleak md lunless, a misty. drizzlinz rlin tell slowly but continuously, chilling the very marrow of one‘s bones. No one who Could have helped it would have called to venture out in such dreary. uncom- fortable weather But up and down the beach. before the cloned mansion of Sea. View, wtlkod 3 weird, strange figure. bareheaded in the pitiles: war of the elemnts bowed 1nd bent by age. clcth- ed in rent and tattered finery, with scant. gray locks flying eifiahly in the breeze that blew strongly and cruelly enough to have lifted the little, witch-like form and cast it into the sea. “'ild with horror she set about her preparations. Her one uumgh now was to save Leslie Dane though the whole world should know the shameful secret she tried so hard to kc-ep from its knowledge. “And they all sailed for the United States more than two weeks ago.” an- awe'red Lucy sadly. “Mr. Dane to hit trial, and Colonel Carlyle, Mrs. Arnold and Miss Felise Herbert to twtify against him." “More than two weeks ago," repeated Bonnibel like one dazed. “I heard some men talking about it.” Lucy went on. “and they said that if Mr. Dane couldn’t prove his absence at the time at the murder he would cer- tainiy get hung." Bonnibe-l sprang to her feet. tremb- ling all over. "Let us go this moment." she said, feverishly; “oh, what if we shmfld b0 too late!" Mr. Dane got away and they never caught him fill the night of your mud masquerade ball when Colonel Carlyle recognized him. The next day he had him arrested and put in a French prison on the charge of murder." "So you see, my dear young mistress, that his only chance rests on your evi- dence, and we must start right away if we are to get there to save him!" "If I must then,” said Lucy. reluctint- 1:, "but there‘s but little more to tell. “And now?” uked Bonnibe], In hor- ror-muck accenss. "Go on." Bonnibel said, with 3 certain little authoritative ring in her voige that Lucy had always been wont to obey. Thus vehemently adjured. Bonnibel opened her blue eyes and looked up into the troubled face at her attendant. “\Ve have got to be going now," urg- ed the girl, “you must keep all your strength to get away from here.” “I will." add Bonnibel. struggling to I sitting posture in Lucy‘s supporting arms. “I am quite strong, Lucy, I shall not faint. I give you my Word, I will not! Go on with your story!" “0h! Miss Bonnjbel, please don't You taint now!” she reiterated. taking a bot- tle of smelling-salts from her pocket and applying it to the young lady's nostrils. “I mustn‘tâ€"you can't staid it,” Ln- " ered the sir, hesitating. “0h! Mis- Bonnibel. rouse yourself- oeh, for God’s sake don't you taint! 0h, me! oh me! what a. barn tool I was to tell you that before I got you am: turn this place!" cried Lucy in terror, kneeling and lifting the drooping head upon her arm. There was a. minute's shocked silence; then, with a smothered moan ofhorror. Bonnibel slid from hea- place and tell on the floor in I. helpless heap at Lucy'l feet. "You were so sick after Mr. Arnold died." said Lucy, continuing her story. “that tho doctars kept the papers n! all the new: that was afloatin’ around, away from you; so it happened that we never let you know that your friend, Mr. Leslie Dane, was charged with th. mBrder or your uncle.” "I thought so." said Lucy, fervently- “Thank God!" “Lucy, please explain yourself.” said Bonnibel anxiously. "You frighten me with your mysterious looks and wordl. What has gone wrong?" "I am going to tell you as fast as I can, my dear young mistress. Try and bear it as bravely as you can, for you must go back to Amen-ice to right a great wrong.” “A great wrong!" repeated the “stan- er. helplessly. "You were down at the shore until late aha: night," pursued the girl. “and when you got back you round your uncle deadâ€"murdered! Miss Bonnibel. was Mr. Dane with you that night on the sands? I have sometimes been a.- xhinkin’ he might 8 been." "Lucy. what are you trying to M at?" gasped the listener. “I only asked you me question," aid Lucy, humbly. "And I cannot understand why you ask it, Lucy, but I will answer it truly. LesTie Dane was with me every moment 0‘ the time." “Then tell it me yourself.” add Bon- nibel. "Do not keep me in suspense, my cood girl." “May I ask you a question first. Mll- Bonnibe-X ?" “A; may a you please, Lucy? “You remember the night poor old Insta- wu nurdmd?’ n“ the girl. as If reluctant to recall that painful subject. "As if I could ever forget it," shud- dvred the listener. 2 By ans. Mov. MILLER. ' :“MM”M”WOW: : ”O. 000.0”“06 0 660m... An Old Man's Darling. CHAPTEER XXX V I I. VOLVII. N0. 5. $1 per annum. THE OMEMEE MIRROR. Cnhe oolemn words of the judge echo through an crowded court-room. and the sea or: human faces turn curiously and with one Lccord towards the spot where the prisoner lit: with his friend, the handsome German utist, by his side, when ho has remained Wont uh. “Prisoner at the bar, have you any. thing to say why the sentence or death 31.3.11 not be pronounced against you ?” “W'e are here now. We will lewe you under aheltea: at least." Bonnibol answered gently. The Hannibal. battered and won, but still neaworflhy. rocked at her moorings yet. 'Dhey loosened the little crat‘t, sprang 1n, Bonnibel took up the cars, and the little namesake shot swiftly for- ward through the rough waves to Bran- “Yes; yes." {altered “'ild Madge, humbly. “But where are they trying him, Lucy Moore?" “At Cube May Court House, old wo- manâ€"and the evidence will be summnd up to-day, the jurors will ziye thei_r ver- “Yes, yes; better to lenve the 01d wo- man to die in the min. and hurry on,” whined the nick woman. They led her in. and consigned her to the cue or the wandering old house keeper at Sea View, and went back to the shore. ‘Tney are trying him for the murder of Mr. Arnold, more than three yew: ago. if you must know,” said Lucy. "Is he innocent?" inquired the old creature in a. faltering voice- “Innocent? Of course he isâ€"as 1n- xnocent u the angels," answered Lucy, “but he can never prove it unless me and Miss Bonnibel can get the wit- nenoec at Brandon to prove an alibi for him. So you see we are wasting time on you, old woman." would an him." She stooped very gently, however, and helped the poor creature to her feet; supporting the trail tom between them, the mistress and maid walked on to- ward the house. “What threatens Leslie Dane’s life?” inquired the old sibyl suddenly, as she walked between: them with drooping head. don," said the girl, for though ordinarily the softest-hearted of human beings her patience to be gone made 'her rather in- difl‘erent to the visible weakness and ill- ness of the sibyl. “Oh! but, Lucy, we must spare her I moment." cried Bonnfibel, full of wo- manly pity. and forgetting her dread of the eibyl at sight or her sufierings; “she must not die cut her. in the cold and rain. Let us take her between us and lead her to the house, and leave her in care or the old houskeeper if she to there." “We must hurry, then,” said Lucy; “Mr. Leslie Dame's life is worth more than this old witch‘s it she lived two hundred yen." to follow her trade of “Oh! Lucy, me is illâ€"her hands are as hot as fire, her eyes are quite glassy," exclaimed Bonnibel in clam: as she bent men- the fallen form- Utter-in: the quotations with the air of a prophetese, she released Bonnibel’a hand and suddenly sank upon the wet ground with a stifled groan 0: pain. ““‘e can’t help that, Miss Bonnibelâ€" we are compelled to hurry 9n tohBra‘p- “Yes. I see. I see," laid the sibyl, peering into the little hand; “you have sufferedâ€"you suffer still! But, lady, listen to me! The clouds are breaking, there in e silver lining to every one that droops over you now. You may believe what I tell you, ha! ha! " "1‘13 the sunset at llto gives me mysti- cal lore. And coming events mt their shadows tore: " “No, no, Wild Madge, we haven't got time to hen: out fortunes told." said Lucy Moore. “Don't try to detain us. We are on 3 mission or life and death.” “So an I.” mocked the sibyl with be: strange, discordant laugh. “Death 1| on my trail to-day; but I know you. Lucy Moore, nnd you, too. lovely lady,” she added, peering curiously under Bon- nibel's veil. “I told your fortune once. pretty oneâ€"did the prophecy come true?" the inquired, seizing bold or Bonnibel’l reluctant hand, and dnwinz off her glove. “Yes, I: came true," sh. nnsweted. tremblingiy. “Cannot we avoid her notice?" she 1n- mnned. shrinking from comtnct “11th the si'byl. “Cross my palm‘with silver and I will tell your fortune, bonny ladies." .“Godd, gold!" she went on, after a. shuddering pause, “what a devil it is to tempt one! I never harmed human being before, but the yellow glitter was so beautiful to my sight that it betmyed me. Stmnge, that when it had made She drew nearer to the waves, pew lag into them as if pet-chance the tren- aure she had cut into their boson might yet be visible. "There was a man named J udas," aha muttered; “I have heard them tell of him somewhereâ€"he sold a man‘s life for some piece: od.’ silverâ€"but when it was done he went and cast the treasure back to those who had bought hi; soul. He must have felt as I do. VVhwt in it that I reelâ€"remorse, repentance. or a. horror of that dreadful leap I shall non be taking into the dark?” “'alking wildly up and down she did not see two figures coming towards her through the mist or the rainâ€"two female figures shrouded in long wuter- moot cloak: and their chick veils. At 1119.1: moment Wild Madge turned and saw them. Directly she came up to «than with he: tortuneâ€"teller’s whine: me do her will, it should have grown hateful to my sight, and burned my hands, till I came here and cast every golden piece out my blood-bought tren- sure into the sea.” “Mis- Bonnibel." said one to the other, “ 'tis the wicked old witchâ€"tho fortune- tellerâ€"W'ild Madge. Sure the old thins must be crazy, trampins out. in such wild weather!” Bonnibel shuddered as she looked at the weird old creature. drops. “how thick and hot it was whm it spurted out over my hands! Yet was not the sin hers? Hm was the hr-un that planned. mine but the hand thgt struck the blow!" p: CHAPTER XXXVIII. A: loan as her body had been removed from the place the lawyer who had pro- secuted Leslie Dane IUSP hastily in his seat. It might be out of order, he laid. but he should be glad to ask a, few questions or the minister who had ne'- tormed the marriage ceremony between Leslie Dane and Miss Bonnibel Vere. His request was granted, and the aged. white-haired preacher was again placed on one witness-stand. while the curiosity was on the qui viva for further developments. The lawyer crossques- tioned the old man closely for a few minutes; then he turned to the judge. “I am bound, your honor." he said, to inform those most interested tha-tmhoug‘h the lady's evidence has completely vindi- cated Leslie Dane. she has utterly failed to establish the legality of her marriage with him. On the contrary, owing to the youth and inexpeuience of the young m Mm WW wa- *2 hi! They corroborated her testimony and left no flaw in‘the evidence. The cloud: which had hung over Leslie Dame’s fair name so long were dissipated by the sunlight of truth. His alibi was trium- phantly established, his innocence p0"- fectly vindicated- And then, to the sum-rise of all and the utter consterna- tion of Felise Herbert, Wild Madge, the sibyl, hobbled weakly into the witness~ box, pale, wrinkled, cadaverous. the image of hideous old age and ap- proaching death. Breathless silence per- vaded the multitude while the dying Woman told her story. interspersinc it with many expressions of remorse and horror. Briefly told. her confess'on amounted to this: Felise Herbert had sought lim‘ humble cabin the night 111:1! Mr. Arnold and Leslie Dane had quar- reled nnd bribed her to murder the mil- linunire. Tempted by the large reward, she had stolen upon Mr. Arnold as he slept in his arm-chair on the piazza and stabbed him to the heart with a large knife. Then, ere long, remorse had fastened upon ‘her, and She had cent the golden price of her dreadful crime into the engulfing waves of the ocean. Finish- i-ng her story with a last labored effort. and throwing up her arms wildly into the air, Wild Madge, the. feared and dreaded sibyl of Czpe May fell forward on the floor of the courtroomâ€"dead! _ The examination proceeded. Bonnibel told her story calmly, (dearly, bravely. When she concluded and lent the wit- nesfi-stand she was succeeded by the old minister and his wife, whom she had brought from Brandon. Many eyes turned upon Colonel Car lylo to see how be bore the stroke of rate. He sat perfectly still, whine as marble, staring like one frozen into a statue of horror at the beautiful witâ€" ness in the box. whose blue eyes took no note of his presence. As the words left her lips she glanced bexeath her long lashes at the face of Leslie Dane. In her swift look there was shame, abnegation, self-sacrifice. curiously blended with uncontrollable pity and almost tenderness. The face that looked back at her was so radiant that it almost dazzled her. Her eyes dropped swiftly. and she never looked at him again while she stood there. “Silence in the court!” thundered the crier. The examination of the witness began. “W'hat is your name?" And clear and sweet as silver bell the l: 433": voice arose in answer, penetrating every strained ear in we dense1y~packed court-room. "I have been known as Bonnibel Car Iyle, but I am Bonnibel Dune. the wife of the prisoner at the bar!" The next moment a graceful, veiled figure, clad in heavy, soundless black silk, glided into the witnessâ€"box. She was sworn. and lifted her veil to his the book. A perfectly beautiful face, blanched to the pallor of marble, “as revealed by the action. A murmur of admiration arose from the spectators, blent with subdued exclamations of horror'f'rom three who were nearly stricken by her uncxpwted advent. “May it please your honor to suspend the sentence of the court.. There is a new and important witness.” It was all over now. Day after day the prisoner had sat with his flushing dark eye. and calm. pale brow. listening to the damning evidence against him- From first to last. despite the entreaties of his lawyer and friends, he had rev solutely declined to attempt proving u alibiâ€"(he only thing that could have saved him. Now, the trial was over, the evidence had been summed up and given to the jury, and they had returned their verdict of willful murder. Nothing now remained but the dreadful duty of nhe judgeâ€"to pronounce upon that young, handsome, gifted man the sentence or unnihilintionâ€"ot death! And accordingly he 'had begun with the usual ceremonious formula: “Have you anything to say why the sentence 01' death should not be pro- nounced against you?" A low murmur of approbation, from some, and of dissent from others instant- ly arose, and was immediately hushed by the crier or the court. At that moment, when the judge rose to the performance of his duty, 11 mes- svnger brought a tiny slip of paper and placed it in the hands of Leslie Dana‘s lawyer. As he read it his gloomy face brightened marvelously. He rose in his seat flushed and radiant- “I have nothing to say, your honor, ex- cept that I am not guilty!” Colonel Carlyle was there, wining with Mrs. Arnold and Felise Herbert. There was an ill-concealed expression of relief and smtist‘nction upon the faces of the three. They had pursued an innocent man to the deanh. but no twinge of re morse stirred their hard heart: as he rose in his seat, pale, proud and hand- some, towering above the crowd in his kmgly height and statelinoss, and con- fronted the judge. the murder his native land had but just commenced to hear or him as a son whose brow was crowned with lau:els in the world on! art But almost simul- taneously with the announcement or his brilliant success abroad had followed the dreadful tidings of his arrest, for the murder of Mr. Arnold and the dll' tinguished position of the murdered IIJUI and the fame of the gifted young artist accused of the crime had drawn thou- sands to the trial. And the eager crowd surged forward toruuearer View of Leslie Dane’s face. The case has excified much interest, for the murdered man had been widely kt own, and as forr thg max} apgused of “on, WAD some POWER 'rn‘E 0mm an: 03, Tu: an: 00m: A8 mu m' OMEMEE ONT., THURSDAY, FEBRUARY 8, 1.900, g, bolting it. to the gate at both ends and the center. The portion in the post is made of three-fourthsâ€"inch iron, extends clear through and is secured by means of a tap (h). This can be tightened if 1he gate should sag. 'l'he lovxur hinge. may be short. Use large oak 1mm. :ccurely set. I have used ton of these gates on my farm, and find them most satisfac- tory and very durable. slow, assured manner of a man aceustom- ed to grappling with complicated prob- lems and throwing them three times out of five, “at hit wuz wntahmillions, 1 know I wouldn’t begin on de twentieth hund’d ontell attah 1 had finished do nineteen hund'dth."â€"Chicago Tribune. body of the guto select good 1x6 boards. Bolt tin-so to the uprights and the Drunks, mnrlising them into the end uprights. I‘m. a wire, f,'on top, to prevent, stock jumping onto it. For the top hinge use an old wagon tire, and let it. extend the en- tire length of the gate, as shown at iJIjncle Gabe.” said the inquisitive white man. “when do you think the twen- tieth century begingl in_ 199001- 1901?” Whorovor Introduced It flu Boon Found Satiumctnry and Very Durablo. The gate shown in the illustration I have used and find it the must; dur- able I have ever had, says Frank Hummel in Orange Judd Farmer. Make it any desired length. L'se 4x4 pine, six feet 1011:, for end upright, 11, to which the hinges are attached. For the othvr end 0)) and the mid- dle (c), use 2x45, and three 2x4 braces as showu at, n e o. For the They make the most impracticable attempts at road building and repair- ing and then wonder why there is no profit in their products, which have been hauled ever had roads at the greatest expense. It has been esti- mated that in the States where the stone roads have been built the cost of transportation has been decreased to 20 per cent. of the former figures and that. the roads pay for themsel- ves within a few years. It has been further shown that the amount lost in the different Ways mentioned will more than pay for the building and repairs of these roads on the annual assessments made. for them or that it costs no more each year to have good roads than it does to have bad once. The argument orl‘ered in favor of the improved roads is that they less- en the cost of repairs, make it pos- sible to haul the largest amount of goods with the smallest. animal pow- er, save time and increase property valuations. No railroiid company would expect to do business if its tracks and roadlwd were in such con- dition as to make it either impossi- ble to use the tracks at long seasons of the year or in using: them have to lose a great deal of time and have immense repairs to make, and yet that is what the farmers and others using the common roads are doing in a. comparative way every day in the year. The subject has not been given the attention and support it deserves, as yet for the simple reason that private capital cannot become interested in the building of common roads, since there would be no income from the investment, such as there is in rail- ways. Municipal, county, state and the national governments have not had the issue brought directly before them in its full significance, because it is necessary to first educate the people to the necessities of the moveâ€" ment. This is what is being done by the Wheelinen at the present time, and it must be Said to their credit that they have enlisted the sympathy and support of all the prominent fur- mers' organizations in the movement. With the two classes working toâ€" gether it is only a question of time until the movement will be made a. political issue, and then will come the desired improvoments. The principle of the good roads movement, as advocated by the League of American \Vheclmen, is that. the common roads of the coun- try are as important as the railway syutems, the statement 1min},r made by them and beingr easily understood that there is not an ounce of any commodity hauled over the railroads that is not first transported by wag- ons over country roads or city streets. It does not matter if the commodity is innnufuctnred articles that are loaded on cars at the fac- tory. The raw material has first to be hauled to the factory. But. the greatest hauling is done in the farm- ing districts. and there it is that good highways are most. needed. From tho Darktown Point of View. In." Showing the Economy of Hard Bond: to tho Fnrmor. As the lawyer resumed hie seat, amid a breathless hum of excitement, c mud mfiek pierced the air of the court-room â€"a wild, horrible, blood-curdling, mania- cal cry. Every eye turned on Fedist Herbert, who had risen in her IeLt. and with distorted features, livid lip- and burning eyes, was wildly beating the air with her hands. Her appearance wan appalling to behold as she utood there with her hat falling of, her hair in disorder. and foam fleckl on her Hvld. writhing lim- haste and azimafion that night. and to the mflpable torgettulnesa 1nd cad-9195a- nesa ot the aged minister here, there was no license procured for the nu- thorlty of the marriage ceremony. Herr {omel- marriage, therefore, has no 123ml- ity in the eyes or the law. and she still remains, n she has been known the In“ three years, the wife of Colonel Carlyle." IMPROVED HIGHWAYS. SIMPLE FARM GATE- A SIMPLE FARM GATE (To be continued). Let me of God go out and take possession of the platform. Let any printing presses that have been cap- tured by the enemy be recaptured for God and the reporters. and the type- sot'ters, and the e:. iLors, and the pub- lishers swear allc i.mco to the Lord God of truth. Ah, my friend, that day must come, and if the great body of Christian men have not the faith, or the courage, or the consecration to do it, then let some Jonathan on his busy hands and on his praving knew cllmb up on the rocks of Hind- rance and in the name of the Lord God of Israul slash to pieces these literary Philimines! If these men win not. be comerted to God, than they must be overthrown. - The Tyndailean thinkers of our times are trying to get. all the fatal- lectual weapons in their own grasp. We want scienti!‘c Christians to cap- ture the science, and scholastic Chris- tians to capture the scholarship, and philosophic Christians to capture the philosophy, and lecturing Christians to take back the lecturing: platform. We want to send out against Schen~ kel,and Strauss und Remm a. Theo- dore Christlieh of Bonn and against the infidel scientists of the day a God worshipping- Siiliuian and Hitch- cock and Agassiz. So it is in the church of Jane Christ toâ€"day. We are all willing to give up our weapons to the enemy. The world boasts that it has gobbled up the schools and the colleges and the arts and the sciences and the literature and the printing press. Infidelity is making a mighty attempt to get all our Weapons in its hand, and then to keep them. You know it is making this boast all the time, and after awhile, when the great. battle be tween sin and righteousness has op- ened, if we do not lock out we will be as badly off as these Israelites, without any sharpening instruments. L upon the superintendents of lit . institutions to see to it that the men who go into classrooms to stand beside the Leyden jars and the electric batteries and the microscop- es and telescopes be children of God, not Philistines. I learn, first, from this subject, that it is dangerous for the church of God to allow Its weapons to stay in tl e hands of its enemies. These Israelites might again and again have obtained a. supply of swords and weapons, as, for instance, when they took the spoils of the Ammonites, but these Israelites seemed content to have no sw0rds, n0 spears, no black- smiths, no grindstones, no active iron mines. until it \\‘us (no late for them to make any resistance. I see the Miners tugging alum;r with their pick- sxcs and plow. and I say, “Where are you going,r with those things?" They say, “Oh, we are going over to the garrison of the Philistines to get these things sharpened." I say, “You foolish nlon, why don't you sharpen them at home?" “Oh." they say, "the blacksmiths' shops are all torn down, and we have noth- ing left us but a file.” What a gulling subjugation for the Israelites! The I’hilistines had carried off all the blacksmith: and torn down all the blacksmiths' shops and abolished the blacksmiths' trade in the land of Israel. The Philisâ€" tines would not even allow these par. ties to \\ork their valuable mines of brass and iron, nor might they make any swards or spears. There were only two swords left in all the land. Yea, those Philistines Went on until they had taken all the grindstones from the land of Israel, so that if an Israelitish farmer wanted to sharpen his nlow or his ax he had to go over to the garrison of the Philistines to get it done. There was only one sharpening instrument left in the land, and that Was a file, the farm- ers and mechanics having nothing" to whet up the coultor, and the goad, and the pickax, save a. simple file. Industry was hindered and work practically disgraved. The great idea of these Phi!i:tines was to keep the Israelites (lisnrmed. They nuc‘ht get iron out of the hills to make swords of, but thev would not have any blacksmiths to weld this iron. If they got the iron Welded, they would have no grindsmnes on which to bring the instruments of agriculture or the military weapons up to an edge. Oh, you poor. “'eaponless Israelâ€" ites, reduced to a file, how I pity you! But, these Philistines were not forever to keep tlnir heels on the neck of God's children. Jonathan. on his hands and knees, climbs up a. great rock, beyond which were the Philistines, and his armor bearer. on his hands and knot-9, climbs up the same rock. and these two men, with their swords, how to piecw the Phil- istines, the Lord throwing a. great terror upon them. So it was then; so it is now. 'I‘\\o men of God on their knees mightier than a. Philisâ€" tine host on their feet! " Now there is no smith found throughout all the land of Israel, for the Phllistim-s said, Lost the Heb- rews make them swords or spears. But, all the Israelites went down to the Philistines, to sharpen eVery man his share. and his coulter. and his ax, and his muttock. Yet they had a tile for the mattock, and for the coulters, and for the forks, and for the axes, and to sharpen the zoads." Washington. Feb. 4. â€" In this dis- course Ur. Talmuge shoWs how the cause of righteousness has lost. many of its weapons and how they are to be recaptured and put into effective operation; text, I Samuel xiii, 19-21: T00 WILLING TO SURRENDER. A Warning to tho’Chriltlal Church to WAR AGAINST SATAN. Rev. Dr. Talmage’a Sermon on the Lost Weapons. Again. 1: 10cm from thin lubicc‘ Uurlghteounnou and Unbollofâ€"WO Must Do our \\ holo Duty. l’roucz In." Again". the Assaults of In other words. let us employ the world's grindstones. We will listen to their music. and we will watch their acumen, and we will use their grindstones and will borrow their philosophical apparatul to make our experiments, and we will borrow their printing presses to publish our Bibles, and we will borrow their rail trains to carry our Christian literature, and we will borrow their ships to transport our missionaries. That was what. made Paul such a master in his day. He not only got all the learning he could get of Dr. Gamaliel, but afterwards, standing on Mars hill and in crowded thor- oughfare, quoted their poetry and grasped their logic and wielded their eloquence and employed their myth- ology until Diom'sius the Areopagite, learned in the schools of Athens and Heliopolis, went down under his tre- mendous powers. Again, 1 learn from .this subject that we sometimes do well to take advantage of the‘world's grindstones. These Israelites were reduced to a file, and so they went Over to the garrison of the Philistines to get their axes and their goads and their ploWs sharpened. The Bible dis- tinctly states itâ€"the text which I read at the beginning of the service â€"that they had no other instrument now with which to do this Work, and the Israelites did right when they went over to the Philistines to use their grindstones. My friends, is is not right for us to employ the world's grindstones? If there be art, it there be logic, ii there be business faculty on the other side, let us go over and employ it for Christ's sake. The fact is we fight with too dull implements. We hack and we maul when we ought to make a clean stroke. Let us go over among sharp business men and among sharp liter- ary men and find out what their tact is and then transfer it to the cause of Christ. If they have science and art. it will do us good to rub against it. That. was what gave Thomas Chal- mers his povvor in his day. He con- quered~ the World's astronomy" and compelled it to ring out the Wisdom and greatness of the Lord. until. for Let us quit this grand farce of try- ing to save the world by a few clergyman, and let all hands lay hold of the Work. Give us, in all our churches, two or three aroused and qualified men and women to help. In most churches to-day five or ten men are compelled to do all the Work. A vast majority of churches are at their Wits’ end how to carry on a prayer meeting: ii the minister is not there. when there ought to be enough pent up energy and religious force to make a. meeting go on with such power that the minister would never be missed. The church stands working the pumps of a few minis- terial cisterns until the buckets are dry and choked, while there are thousands of fountains from which might be dipped up the Waters of eternal life. If a. novelist or a. historian pub- lishes e book a. year, he is consid- ered industrious, but every faith ful pastor must originate enough thought for three or four volumes a. year. Ministers receive enough calls in a year from men who have maps and medicines and lightning rods and pictures to sell to exhaust their vitality. They are bored with agents of all sorts. They me set in drafts at funerals and poisoned bv the unventilated rooms of lnvalids and waited upon by committees who want addresses made until life be- comos a burden to bear. It is not hard study that makes ministers 100k pale. It is the infinity of interrup- tions and botherniions to which they ere subjected. Numerically too small It is no more the work of the pulpit to convert and save the world than it is the work of the pew. Ii men go to ruin. there will be as much blood on your skirts as on mine. The vast majority of Christians in this day are useless. The most of the Lord's battalion belong to the re- serve corps. The most of the crew are asleep in the hammocks. The most of the metal is under the hills. 0b, is it not time for the church of God to rouse up and understand that We want all the enemies. all the tal- ant and all the wealth enlisted for Christ's sake? I like the nickname that the English soldiers gave to Blucher, the commander. They call- ed him "Old For\\'ar(le." We have had enough retreats in the church 01 Christ; let us have a glorious ad- vance. And I say to you as the gen- eral said when his troops were ai- frightedâ€"rising up in his stirrups. his hair flying in the wind, he lifted up his voice until 20,000 troops heard him crying out "Forward, the whole line!" We want all the lay- men enlisted. Ministers are numer- ically too small. They do the best they can. They are the most ever- worked class on earth. Many of them die of dyspepsia because they cannot get the right kind of food to eat, or, getting the right kind, are so worried that they take it down in chunks. They die from early and late exposure. with the church of God at this day. Its talent is not devaloped. If one- half of its energy could be brought out, it might take the public iniqui- tiw of the day by the throat and make them bite the dust. If human eloquence were consecrated 'to the Lord Jesus Christ. it would in e tew years persuade this whole earth to surrender to Goa. There is enough undeveloped energy in this city to bring all the United States to Christâ€"enough of undeveloped Christian energy in the United States to bring the whole world to Christ, but it is buried under strata. of in- differenCe and under whole mountains of sloth. Now, is it not time for the mining to begin. and the pick- nxes to plunge, and {or this buried metal to be brought out and put into the furnaces and be turned into how- itzere end carbincs for the Lord's host? ' what a large amount of the church'- resources is actually hidden and bur- led and undevelnpud. The Bible In- tlmatcs that that was a. very rICh land. this land of Israel. It says, "The stones are iron, and out of the hills thou shalt dig brass,” and yet hundreds and thousands of dollars' worth of thls metal was kept under the hills. Well, this is the difficulty CHAS. W. RICHARDS, Publisher and Proprietor are being hooked up to the chariot. and when he does ride down the eky there will be such a hosanne. among his friends and such a walling among his enemies as will make the earth tremble and the heavens sing. I eee now the plumts of the Lord'e caval- rymcn tossing (n the air. The urch- angel before the throne hae already burnished his trumpet. and then he will put its golden lips to his owu, and he will blow the long, loud blast that will make all the nation free. Clap your hands. all ye people! Hark! I hear the falling throne. end the dashing down of demolished iniquitles. "Halleluiah, the Lord God omnipotent reigneth! Halleluo tab, the kingdoms or thin world ere become the kingdom of our Lord Go forth in the service of Christ and do your whole duty. You have one sphere. "The Lord of Hosts is with us. and the God of Jacob is our refuge. Selah." We wnat more of the determination of Jonathan. I do not suppose he was a. very won- derful man, but. he got on his knees and clambered up the rock, and with the help of his armor bearer he hew- ed down the Philistines, and a. man of very ordinary intellectual attain. ments on his knees can storm any- thing for God and for the truth. We want. something of the determination of the general who went into the war and as he entered his first bat- tle his knees knocked together, his physical courage not quite up to his moral courage, and he looked down at his knees and said: “Ah, 1: you knew where I am going to take you you Would shake worse than_tha.t!” Church of God, lift up your head at the coming victory! The Philisttnel will go down, and the Israelimwm go up. We are on the winning tide. I think just now the king’s horse- I learn from this subject what a sad thing it is when the church of God loses its metal! Those Philip- tines saw that if they could only get all the metallic weapons out of the hands of the Israelites, all would be well. and therefore they took the swords and the spears. They did not want them to have a single metallic weapon. When the metal of the Is- raelites was gone. their strength was gone. This is the trouble with the church of God to-day. It is surren- dering its courage. It has not enough metal. How seldom it is that you see a man taking his posi- tion in pew or in pulpit or in religi- ous society and holding that position against all oppression, and all trial, and all persecution, and all criticism. The church of God to-day wants more backbone, more defiance, more consecrated bravery, more metal. How often you see a man start out in some good enterprise, and at the first blast of opposition he has col- lapsed, and all his courage gone, for- getting the fact that if a man be right all the opposition of the earth pounding away at him cannot do him any permanent damage. It is only when a. man is wrong that he can be damaged. Why, God is going to vindicate his truth, and he is go- ing to stand by you, my friends, in every efl‘ort you make for Christ's cause and the salvation of men. There is only one question for you to ask and for me to ask. What dos God want me to do? Where is the field? Where is the work? Where in the anvii? Where is the prayer meet- ing? Where is the pulpit? And find- ing out what God wants us to do. go ahead and do it, all the energies of our body, mind and soul enlisted In the undertaking. whence he drew Bonmots to gall the Christian and the Jew. An infidel when well. but what when sick? 0h, then a text would touch him to the quick! Seized with hemorrhage of the lungs in Paris, where he had gone to be crowned as the idol of all France. he sends a. messenger to e priest. that he may be reconciled to the church before he dies. A great ter- ror falls upon him. Philistlne 1n!- quity had promised him all the world's garlands, but in the last hour of his life, when he needed 3 solacing, sent tearing across his con- science and his nerves a file, e. file. So it was with Lord Byron; his un- cleanness in England only surpassed by his uncleanness in Venice, then go- ing on to end his brilliant misery in Missolonghi, fretting at his nurse Fletcher. fretting at himself, fretting at the world, fretting at God, and he who gave the world “Chllde Har- old," and “Sardanapalus,” and "The Prisoner oi Chillon,” sad “The Siege of Corinth,” reduced to nothing but a file. Oh, sin has a. great facility for making promises, but it has just as great facility for breaking them! Again, my subject teaches us on what a small allowance Philistine iniquity puts a man. Yes, these Phllistinee shut up the mines and then they took the spears and the eWords; then they took the black- smiths, then they took the grind- etones, and they took everything but a. file. Oh, that is the way sin works; it grabs everything! Oh, "the way of the transgressor is hard!" His cup is bitter. His night is dark. Ilis pangs are deep. His end is terrific. Philistine iniqui- ty says to that man: “Now, surren- der to me and I will give you all you wantâ€"music for the dance. swift steeds {or the race, imperial couch to slumber on, and you shall be refreshed with the rarest fruits. in baskets of golden filigree." He lies. The music turns out to be groan. The fruits burst the rind with rank poison. The filigree is made up oi twisted reptiles. The couch is a grave. Small allowance of rest. small allowance of peace. mull allowance of comfort. Cold, hard, roughâ€"nothing but a. file. So it was with Voltaire. the most tp- plaudcd man of his day. The Scripture was hit lestbook. the :econd time, the morning star: sang together and all the sons of God shouted for joy. That was what gave to Jonathan Edwards his in- fluence in his day. He conquered the world's metaphysics and forced it into the service of God, until not only the old meeting house at North- ampton, Mass., but all Christendom, felt thrilled by his Christian power.