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^^^^^^^^^^^^ • M ^fl^^.^ KSTA BLJSHED J8S8 Jf. ALLEN EDDY, EDITOR. $1.00 PJ?fi Fi'Skiff\ VOL. V. MACEDON. N. Y., SATURDAY, AUGUST 12, 1893. NO. 43. < k Tlirilllng Story of fte Joins- town Disaster. BY DAVID LOWRY. CHArTKK IX.-(Continuod). Somers lay thinking. It would be woll it ho could go to sloop and novor wake igain. Ho though t tnorp of the problem it life and doath in tho next ton minutos ihon he had though t during MB li {e. Ho sank iuto sluuibor again, and again no dreamed. Ho was journeying again. Now he was traveling by rail. Ho was whirled over mdless countries, all now to him. Thoro jroro as many stations as are usually en- :ouutorod iu the United States, but for ionic inexplicable reasou the travelers passed through these depots one after tho Jthcr. Novor by any ohanco did two walk ibroast. Sotners was accompanied in thoso jonr- aoyings by his wifo. His wife olways en tered tho oars first, always left thorn- 5rst, entered, passed through and out of iho dopots first. Soiners had a proruo- litiun that ho would loso her, spite of the >rdor in which tho vast body of people .traveled. Suddenly ho niis6od hor, an d then ho was iu an agony of apprehension as ho •jtrovo to find her. Ho woke with a start. Tom Jorroldwas -Handing ovor him. \You wero dreaming?\ •\Yes; I had the nightmare, I think.\ Ho sat up, and could uot be induced to riskrclosiug his oyes again lest he should experience equally horrible dreams , until Mr. Broadhurst, who was near at hand, same to him. Mr Broadhurst talked ol life in a way Somers had never heard any man talk before Thoro waB a philosophy thai sustained Broadhurst—a philosophy that did not rob tho world of religion .or a God. It onnoblod the philos- .ophor, and placed his God upon a highor plauo than most preachers placod tho ruler of tho universe. Listening to Mr Brcadhurst, Somors fell asleep a third time and again ho droamed. When ho woke up tho third time, this droain was the most vivid aud the most disturbing of all. Ho walked about iu tho darkness, keep ing poor Tom Jorrold company. Tom was thinking of bis daughter and his grnudchild. If tho flood had taken ouo —but to loso both was more than Tom Jerrold's philosophy was equal to . \I hoard Sir fi.oadhurst talking to you. I hopo ho comforted you—I am •jorry to say all the religion and all tho philobophy in tho world caunot reconcilo mo to my loss, Mr Humors. It doosu 't lessen (ho pain to mo. That baby clutched my heartstrings tigbtor than its mother ever did It was never out of my sight twenty.four hours since it wasboru. They wero nil I had iu tho world. Thoio 1B lioilh r chick nor child left now. I havo not a soul I run call a relative this side of tho ocean.\ SomorB sympathized deoply with him, aud thus it came about that \long before day broko Jonold was comfortodby Som ors Long beforo dawn the peopl e who crouched on the mountain sido, dazed with griof, suffering cold (scoreely ono in a dozen had clothing sufileient to keep thorn worm), wero astir. Hero and thoro firos were lit only to flicker a few minutos and then dio out. The fewest number wore able to find dry wood As the light broadouod, the scene re- •voalod to thorn Burpassi -d in its simplest foatures the grentobt ruin huma n eye ever behold. Whoro tbo city of Johnstow n sat between tho mountains thoy bobold a wasto of waters, with nfow housos stand ing bore and thoro Hundreds of build ings wero swept away Tho devastation •wrought in un hour was indescribable. It appalled tho-.o who looked ou, the stout- ost hoarts grew faint lcoking over that scene of woo, whoro death overtook en tire families iu many forms There was onough woiTi for an hun dred hands whoro tboro was only ouo. By uoou o u Saturday Somers was faint ing- exhausted by his labors. It was well on in tho aftomoon, how- •ovor, bcfoio eitbor he or Mr. Broadhurst found anything to appease thei r hunger, ond ovon 'then thorraekers they moiBteuod •with water almost choked them as thoy thought of tho thousands up and down tho valloy who had nothing. But thoro were tho do .ul to arrange do- •coutly, so tha t they could bo buried Among tho first to whom f lioudly atten- tiou «BB paid was tho remains of Alexan der Hutledgo, tho lawyoi- Numbors who know him woll lookod ou the remains bo- foro thoy wero buried in a'shallow gravo, with only a shoot around tho body. Enoch Broadhurst holped to dig tho gravo Si ITarkoss nud Tom Jerrold wore .also piosont. Boforo Broadhurst wrapped the bo ly in tho sheet, a man uppr.oachod tho group. There was no one near tho body at the lirao but Si Harkoss, who looked up and behold Giles Brookle. Oilos looked down on tho faco of the doad man. As ho looked, ho drow a long broath; then, turning on his hoel, suddeu- ly.wolkod awnv as quickly as'Tio came. Si Hnrkess- looktd after him curiously, muttering \He miiB' be Skeored to dio. Couldn't a-boar to look at Mors Hut itotlge \ Wh .lo GUOB' thought was, \Tho ouly man I fearod is ont_ of tho way. John Watson, tho pronctior, is drownod. The only living man who knew there was a will is Tom Jorrold over there, for whom I do not caro a snap. Tho proporty is miuo—all miuo now. I defy an y ono liv ing to prevent me from doing as I ploaso with it—as soon no my uncle i s doad.\ Ho did not wait until his undo died Bofore lijghtfall Giles adopted a manner and tone, addressing many who woro tenants of Tom lMers, which indicated proprietorship. Ono of those, more cour ageous than tbo othors, rosontcd Gilos' tone \Aio \ou acting for Mr. Peters , Mr. Biockle'- 1 If you aro.l would like to soo vour authority. 1 am not in tho habitjOf dealiug with two men whon I bargain with one.\ \You may hnvo me to deal with alone, pos«iblj \ •* \Thou there will be no deal,\ tho tenant rotortod, hotly. \I am going to burn this shed aud this fence if I want to, oithor to accommodate suffering pooplo or to please myself. I'll answor t o Mr. Potors for it. As to answoring to you, thoro cau nevor bo auy bargain betwoon us two.\ \I'll make yon me that speech,\ said Gilos, calmly, as ho looked steadily at the tonant. \I'll uiako you rue yon ovor trespassed *upou mv promises if you do not get off thorn al'-onco. You nro an intruder, Gilo\ Brocklo.\ \ What will YOU do?\ \I'l l knock your tooth down your throat,\ Baid the tonant. \A mm who tilk s of saving Bonsoless wood at a time when thousands ate doad and dying of hunger and cold, who tries to prevent another from warming people who are perishing for lack of clothing—bo off with you!\ And then GiloB, realizing his danger as the tenant advanced toward him, sud denly walked away. \What was Brockle saying to you?\ Enoch Broadhurst inquired of Tom Peters' tenant a minuto later. Broad hurst witnessed the scone but did not understand it. Tho fiery tenant rehearsed all that passed. \You are not aware his unolo is dy- ina?\ \Is Tom Poters dying? Then God holp any of his tenants that havo doalings with Gilos Brooklo!\ \I am inclined to agroe with you,\ Buid Broadhurst \There nevor wero two men more unliko than Tom Potors, as honosl a man as ever lived, and Gilos Brockle.\ \As big a sneak and rascal as ovoi lived, in my opinion,\ said Tom Petera' tenant. By nightfall half the male survivors in Johnstown knew thnt Tom Potors was on his death-bed, and that Giles Brockle would inherit all his possessions. The physicians who woro callod in when he was seizod woro iu demand everywhere. Thoro was work for scoros that livelong day Snito of their labors, thov wera able to corroborate the report that iu all probability Tom Peters would novor sol foot in JohuBtowu again. Squire J epson and Tom Peters woro very intimate—\what one know the othorknow\ Broadhurst added. \This matler muBt bo determined spoedily. Brockle is acting like a man who is not going to lose any time asserting his rights. Ho is taking it upon himsolf to protoot tho proporty OB if it woro his own. Thon Broadhurst roh.tod all that oc curred in his view betweou Brockle and Tom Potors' tonant. \So! Tho wind sitB that way, does UT' Tom Jorrold ropliod. \Woll then all the tnoro reasou for giving Giles plonty of rope—aud I'll predict he will hang him self. \ The death of tho richest man in tho county was a matter tha t did not concern thorn. Tom Potors was novor ruined— indcod, only thoso immediately concornod and connected with hi m gave tho rich man lying out on tho mountain slopo, in his largo empty house, a thought. There woro mattere of much more im portance requiring attoutiou. CIIAPX12U X. sur.vivons OF TUE FLOOD. % When Eose Somors sank bouoath tho flood, hor last thought was that fate had ordained she and hor husband should die togother. Sho felt the surging waters closing around her, and surrendered hsrjolf to death without a struggle. Thon she be came unconscious. When dimly conscious of life again sho suU'ored indescribable ngony. A mountain of wators was proving hei downward. Pains racked hor hick, hei nock. Hor limbs soomed to bs torn from hor In her agony sho nioauod. Then a voice Bounded iu bor ears. Tho voice was like tlio loll of thunder—,t tilled all 6paco. Death was, indeed, horrible. Could anything mortal euduro it? Then she became unconscious again Her next srusation was one of exquis ite roliof She had passed the boundary line. Sho was iu heavou Thoro was nc paiu No weight No feeling such as sho oxporiouced in the o her world. She know that she existed—further sho knew nothing, oared for nothing. \She is breathing more naturally now. Soo!\ Hose oponod her oyes An old man was [looking at hor. Sho uiovod hoi eyeB. A wouiau stood with her back to her The woman turnod that instant, and advanced to lur \Don't 6] e.ik. Lie. quiol. Sleop, it you v. out to \ou are with friends. Human nature is a puzzle. Hoso Som ors burst iuto tears. \Thero—there my dear,\ said the old man , \you will be well soon. YOU are weak now—you will be 6troug again i n BD hou r or two, jou will see.\ Poor Eose'. Sho was crying because sho was brought back to life, whild hor husband was dead. She would rather bo iu heavon. But sho closed hor oyos again in a delirious languor, and instantly fell sound asleep. When sho woko again thoio was only the woman near hor. Thore was a dim light—tho light issued from a small lamp. Hose Somers looked around her curi- ouBly. Yos, she was in soino sort of a hoiiBe. It was n log house. She could just make out that tho spuco-f lotweon the logs wero \chinked.\ The tloor waB made of very broad boards. Thoro wr.s no sign of a carpet or rug. , • Sho was Ijiug on a bod Thoro was something over in the corner of the room that looked like a bod on tho llcor. Sho managed to raise herself ou her elbow. t>hc was quite strong. She sat bolt np- r gut. Whore was sho? How did sho como thore? Was Algornon thoro too? In an instout hor feet wero on the floor. Sho would ask the man—that was no droam, it was all real now—or tho woman where her husband was. No, it would be ingratitude to disturb them. Hoso Somors pondered long, sitting there on tho bedside. Thon she rosolved to look on >he bed i n tho corner. Possi bly Algernon whs lying thoro, within arm's length of her. Sho stole softly o er tho floor andlook- od down upon the fac'oin the corner. It was a Woman's face', but not the face sho had seen before she fell nsloop. She t rued around, staggered back to the bed, and, sinking upon it, moaned. Her dis appointment was moro than human heart could hour. t >•\'\ Instantly a figure stolo into the room aud a voico Eose recalled said: \What is it? Do not be afraid. Noth ing can harm you hero. \ \Pardon me; I could not help it,\ said Hose, botweeu hor sobs. \I thought my husband might bo hero in (his very house; ! but I know he is dead. Wo sank together iu that awful deliige.\ J - \Ho may bo living as you are. Hopo ' for the bost. Can I do anything more for >on v \ \No a thousand thanks for all yoni kindnoss. I will try to go to sleop again. I hope I shull cot di'simb you any moro.\ \You do not disturb us. I hope you will sleop soundly; you will bo tho hotter of it.\ Thon tho fignro disappeared, aud Eose SomorB was left alone agaiu with her thoughts. She lay awake hours soemiug- ly, and then Bank into a peaceful sleep. She was arousod tho next morning by a crackling Bound. It was fat meat frying. The odor of the fat was homo into the room, Sho coughed. Presently a mid dle-aged, oaro-worn-lookiug uomau en tered. \How do you feel now?\ The woman looked at hor kindly. \Very woll. I want to get up.\ \YOB—well—but you must wait a min- jto.\ There was a' hesitancy in the woman'a speech that puzzled Eose. Sho disappoarod, and returned in a fon minutes carrying a pair of trousers, veBt, and coat in her arms. Eoso looked at her in astonishment as sho said: \TheBO are all wo have for you to woar, I—I gavo my other clothes to some women who came here before you woro brought in, I haven't a skirt left, eyon. Thero isn't a blessed bit of woman's clothing round, either. \Must I wear them?\ \I don't seo what olso you can do. You don't want to lie i n bod, and you might as well—hotter wear thoso than try to go with a blanket or quilt around you.\ \Oh I ought t o bo thaukful,\ Eoso re plied, as tho woman disappeared. She got up an d drosBod herself In man's attire, wonderingly What next? She might as well bo in auother world. All traces of tho world she know had dis appeared. \Breakfast will be ready in a minute, v Baid tho woman, looking in at tho door. The shako-down in the cornor was vacant. Where was tho woman who slopt thore? Hoso entered tho next room. This waB where tho fat was frying. A small tamo was piacocl near tho sol itary Bmall window in this room, which served the purpose of kitchen, dining, and living-room. Thero wore but two rooms, in the log houso. Sitting beside tho table was a curious figure. The figure was bowed dowu. Tho hands woro crossed over tho figuro's breast * Tho head was unmistakably a woman's, but tho garb—what was it tho woman woio? This figure was swaying from sido to sii!e, with the head bowed, tho chin al most touching tho breast. \Ibis poor woman has lost hor child,\ said the woman of the house. A sad fnce was turnod to Eoso. It was a beautiful face, but just now i t looked to Eoso ns if all tho joy had loft the poor woman forever \You two nevor know each other, I or- peot. J. told John like as not you'd nover seen oaeh othor.\ \•Sorrow makes us oife,\ sai3 Eose, Bimply, as sho hold out a hand, which tho other woman clasped forvently, say ing: \I don't care what becomes of me. 1 wish I waB doad. I want to die.\ It was piiiful to hoar hor. It was moro trying to look at hor bowod hoad Eoso felt how impossiblo it was for hor to say anything that could comfort this poor woman. For tho first time in hor life sho folt how weak words are—how puorilo in hours of great afiligtiou. \Iflcouta only seo my babe—if I did not touch it, even, but nover to seo it again—what have I done that I am pun ished this way?\ \Tho breakfast is roady now,\ said the woman of the houso. \You two must eat. It isn 't much we've got to offer— such as i t is I'm glad to give you. You'ro both welcome to all we have,'' said the womau, simply \Sit up now, my dear, and oat a bite. John 1 \ A fhau cuterod. Eoso recognized tho face sho saw in tho night. John was middle-aged. A luau with Bun -burued faco and horny, wrinkled hands. A man who e mod his broad \iu tho sweat\ of his face. A very Bimplo -manncrod, straight-forward man. Ho hal down at one side of tho table- Rose and tho othor women sat opi«?!?» him. Thon tho woman of tho house seated herself and tho man, bowing his hoad, nskod a blessing. \Now holp yourselves, do,\ said tho woman as tho ma n placod upon tl.oir plates a plentiful amount of crisp break fast bacou There were fresh biscuits and good butter, and plouty of cream. Tbo man and woman talked for the pur pose of turning the mind of tho woman who lost her child from her doad. Hose, realizing this, aided them, and in' doing it, somehow experienced wonde ful ro liof. In this way she learned how she bo- came an inmate of tho log cabiu, ond the parlioulars,*or all that was known, con cerning tho young rnothor, who, after trying to eat, sot nibbling at a small piece of a biscuit listening t o tho others. \You see, it rained awful—it rained Wodnesday and Thursday I nevor did hear such rain,\ said tho woman. \I told John—I moan on Friday morning just boforo break of day when I got up—I couldn' t sleop for tho rain—says I, 'I'll hold you, thero iBu 't a shoen alive if thoy'ro iu the fold.' That's a crlk by this timo.\ \It .was, most,\ said John. \I had hard work savin' em. \But we nevor dro imod of trouble yes terday, except wo know tho meadow was ruined with all the sand flowing ovor it, the crik camo up so, ruuuiu' all over it. John, he had his bauds full, hardly Btopped to oit a bile, working aiouud generally. I wjis looking out of tho window back of your head thor', sitting just here, whon\ I seen something un usual. I wont to tho door, and thoro was a houso floating down, un' ptople crying for holp. Their screams was awful. I'll nover forgot thorn t o my dying day. Johu ran iuto tho bain to got a ropo. Ho flung it out on' it girl caught it, but Bhe couldn't hold it a minute, tho rivor run so fast. Tho houso just then turnod over— Bomothing must have happened— and we novor saw another live soul noarit. \There was a whole lot of things all over tho rivor then—evorything jo u could name—and there were people holding to logs and everything thoy coul'd put hands on. Joh n throw tho rope to two inon, and thoy got ashore somehow, I couldn't tell bow. There were some near tho ! shore. Thon the crlk backed up, aud the drift got up in it—that was where he found you.\ Eoso started. \You was lying on a lot of boards. The boards wero crosswise. Our neighbors jrist over tho bill, thoy camo to seo the flood; by an' by others camo—tho Sauds and the DidbertB were there, all trying to help people who floated past. . An' thoy saved a good many. Bu t thoy said you was dead. There wasn't a sign of life about you. John, ho stood on a long board ond leaned out in the eddy whore you wero turning 'round, and then he fell in. But he held ou to, tb .3 >board liko drat h \ ^' \So wouldyou, \ said John, calmly. \Ho got on tho board again andreached out for the board nearest bim, and pulled all the boards you were on. Jim sands, he's got his wits olwaya—he waded right I in tLo crik, an' got hold, too, just iu time I bofdro a hig^troo swung up in the eddy. They got up to you, and brought you right up to the houso. I said you wero do id, but Jim Sands'lowed you wasn't; he d seed men brought to after drownin' often. A master han d is Jim Sauds. I \ Well, ho worked with you, and Mrs Didbert helped, an' wo all had our hands full; an' In a little whilo wo know Jin was right. But it was gottin' dark hi that time, and Mrs. Didbert had to go baci homo. Sho ha d to hunt clothos for t dozen womon folks that hadn't a Btitch oi them. Tho men woro just as bad—not s one had a coat or vest on, an' somo hadn 't anything But wo wore glad they were . living.\ \Somo didn 't care whether they lived oi not,\ Baid John. \I nevor want to go through it again.\ \It was Jim Sands—if it hadn 't been for his judgment \ « \Coma now, Sairy, you helpod just aa much,\ said John. \You got the warm flannels, and rubbed, and did just aB much as Sands,\ \Woll anyhow you camo to, and wo wero glad of it then. Tho Sands, thoy hod their hands full whilo Jim was here. They saw this woman holding on to tho roof of a house, with hor hoad just out of water. They've a big skiff, and thoy woro right put iu oil that wrock, and took hor out just in time. She was not ableFo walk a stop, so they carried her up hero. She was lying pn tho floor all night; we'd put you on tho bed. I rockon a dozon or more were picked out by theDidberts and Sands. Anyhow, thoro was enough wom en folks to toko evory bit of women 's wear. Tho clothes wore all tore off them. Here and thero ono had somothing left. Thoy woro all orazy—every ono, except an old man, who Baid he didn 't know why God spared the most useless ono after taking all his sous and daughters. He camo i n and lookod at you bofore ho went away. They all made their way ovor tho hills, there's no neighbors hero much. Thoy had t o got holp wo couldn't give.\ Eose listeued to this spellbound. It oxcoedod anything she had road iu fic tion. \Whoro aro wo now? How far are we from—\ \From Johnstown? 'Bout six milos,\ said John. \Only six miles!\ Eose's heart loapod. \Tho n I can go back thero to-day— at once.\ John shook his hood. \I don't soo how You can't go tho rivor road—it's floodod way back throo milos up the crik—an' they say the railroad bridges are washed away abovo ond below. You couldn't cet up to Johnstown if you orossed tho rivor. It's more'n nino niilo across tho country to the station—the roads aro awful 'tween here and Now Floreneo— it would take you longer \ \But how am I to got to Johnstown? My frionds will bo dis.racted. Tho sooner I can lot them know I am living the bettor.\ \I don't see no way now. Y'ou can't walk up and down tho mountains—you'd got lost anyhow if you tried,\ John said. \Well but I can't stay hoio. How far is it t o a telegraph station?\ \Now you ask mo what I can't toll. I know ono thing, Jim Sauds says thore isu 't a wire standing. Thoy 've tried to get word to Philadelphia and Pittsburg and had to give it up. Tho country's wild back thoro io Sang Hollow.\ Joh n shook his head toward tho moun tain siao Eoso drank hor coffeo in silence aud reflected. Sho ate auother biscuit, and by that timo sho felt 6troug enough to uudertako anything Sho said as much. Tho woman of tho houso laughed at her. \Nonsouso! You can't do anything for a day or two, till wo get some way to take you two to tho rivor road. That's all.\ \But I can't. I must not stay horo. 1 must got to tho railroad.\ \Y'ou can't get back to Johnstown thou,\ said Johu. \You'ro both wolcomo here for weeks \ \I shall walk to tho noarest station to day,\ said Eoso, resolutely \You can do as you please,\ said tho woman of tho house, \oulv you may as well stay witn us aB go to another house/ \If I cau roach tho noarost station 1 can find somo way to get word to my frionds if I can't go to them. I must sond word to my frionds.\ She began to hopo her husband was living. It was liko death to st iy an bout longer witn thoso peoplo, simply grand and kindly as they had proved them- BOIVOB. Johu was a hero in common life —his sistor a woman who was roady to perform her duty at all times. Tho womau who had lost hor child lis- toned t o this with oyos shifting from ono to tho other. \I'll go, too.\ \Woll said John, \if you two are go ing, I don't know but you ought to go togother But I'd rather you'd wait till I eou find a horeo for you to rido— you might spell each other; it would be a heap oasior.\ \No no! We have given you sufficient troublo— moro than you cau ovor bo re warded for now,\ Baid Eose. \Will you givo me your namo, Bir? I want to toll mv friends who saved my life.\ \John Fra klin, and my sister's callod Sarah. Somo namo — novor marriod. Neither of us two marriod.\ \How are you two going to travel in them clothos?\ Sarah askod. \I don't caro what I woar—I want to go whore I can send word to my frionds. That is all I think of now.\ \And i want to go whore there Is nows coming. I want to go whore I can gel down tho river to look for my dead baby It will bo BOmowhoro— I mvsl find nij |.oor baby. I'll never rest till I find it,' said tho mother, weeping afiosh \Can't ynu*Sud thorn hats somewhere, Johu? I'd give them my suubonuot, only —how would thoy look with your old clothos and any sort of bonnots?' \I guess I can rako up an old straw hat somewhere, Sairy—and there's another ' \No!\ Baid 'Eoso, resolutory \Yon wore that in tho house. It is all you havo.\ \No it isn't.\ I've another just (is good.' \I want to BOO tho other, thou.\ Joh n was a long timo getting tho othor Whon ho handed it to her ho lookod guilty A tinge o£ color roso in his wriukloc oheeks. It was torn and battered. \This will do me very woll,\ said Eoso, And she roftisod to tako the best. \Bo you two going right now? I wislr- you wouldn 't— you 'll nevor find youi Way.\ \ i'he power that haB preserved our livei will sustain us,. Miss Franklin,\ saic Rose. \Now toll us tho noarest way to Nov Florence.\ • John scratched his hoad. \I don' know os you con do better—but it's awf u foolish—thin to keep right straight ovoi the hills. Don't go up, to tho top— you 'l have to travel 'bout half-way up. Back i milo you'll strik* Didbert's, and nea them is Dick SondB*. 'Long a mile or si —straight bock—is Bob Sands' ond Jim Then you'll find plonty of farms fo' iwhile, but liko as uot thero won't be t Siorso or wagon, ond the roads—nobody ii aiaking much head-wov on them now Eveiything 'B so torn up by this flood \ \Eose turnod and kissed Sarah Franklii on either cheek. Then sho extended i hand to John. \Good-By. and may God reward yot antil I can return somothing better thai words for all I owo jou. \ \I—I—guess I'd better go along will you two.\ Eose shook hor head. Sarah kissed t> weeping mother, who also Bhook John' hand convulsively; then those two sur vivors of tho flood walked slowly bu resolutely up tho mountain side, whil Joh n and Sarnh Franklin stood watchini them \And to think, Sairy, I noyor though to ask thorn thoir names.\ \Never \fret -JohuVtho ono with th> coat on will be sure to let you know wh> sho is, ond she will tell you all about th ono wearing your old red *wamus.' wouldn't let the other go if the one yoi took out of the river didn't look KM ft if gho could take oore of both.\ flO BI CONTINUKD.J THE RIGHTS OF CHILDREN. BET. SB, TALHAOE TELLS OI Taphthah'a Sacrifice of Hta Daughter, and tho Mistakes Parents Make. TEXT t \tty faxner, if tnott Hast opened thy mouth unto the Lord, do to me according to that which hath proceeded out of thy mouth,\ —Judges xi., 86. Jophthah was a freebooter. Early turned »ut from a home whero he ought to havo been cared for, he consorted with rough men and went forth to corn his living as bost ho could. In thoso times it was considered right for a man to go out on independent military expeditions. Jophthah was a good man according to tho light of his dark ago, but through a wondering and predatory life he became reckless and prooipitate. Tho grace of God changes a man's heart, but uever reverses his natural tomporamont. Tho Israelites wanted tho Ammonites driven out of thoir country, so they sent n aologatlon to Jophthah, asking him to be- Jomo commandor-In-ohiof of all tho forces. He might havo said, \You drove mo out ivhen you had no use for mo, and now you ire In troublo you want mo back,\ but ho did aot say that. Ho takes command of tho army, sends messengers to tho Ammonites to toll them to vacate tho country, and getting no favorablo response marshals his troops (or battle. Boforo going out to tho war Jophthah makes a very solemn vow that If tho Lord will givo him tho victory thon on hls'roturn home whatsoever first comes out of his door way ho will offor In saoriflco os a burnt of fering. Tho battlo opens. It was no skir mishing on the odgos of danger, no unlim- borlng of batteries two miles away, but the hurling of men on tho points of swords and spears until the ground could no moro drink the blood and tho horses rearod to leap ovor the pllos of bodies of tho slain. In those old times opposing forces would fight until their swords woro broken, and then oaeh ono would tbroltlo his man until thoy both foil, toeth to teeth, grip to grip, doath staro to death staro, until tho plain was ono tumbled mass of corpses from whioh tho last trace of manhood bad been dashod out. Jophthah wins tho day. Twolvo cities lay captured at his foot. Sound the victory all through the mountains of Gllead. Lot tho trumpeters call up tho survivors. Homo- ward to your wives and children. Home ward with your glittering treasures. Homo- ward to havo tho applause of an admiring Nation. Build triumphal arches. Swing out flags all over Jllzpeh. Open all your doors to recolve the capturod treasures. Through every hall snroad tho banquot. Pllo up tho viands. Fill high thotanknrds. ThoNatlon Is rodoomed, tho Invadors aro routed, and the National honor Is vindicated. Huzza for Jophthah, the conqueror I Jeph- tbnh, seatod on a prancing steed, advances amid aoclaimlng multitudes, but his oyo Is not on tho oxcitod populace. Romemborlng that he hod mado a solemn vow that, return ing from victorious battle, whatsoovor ilrst camo out of tho doorway of his homo, that should ho sacrlllco as a burnt offering, ho has hts anxious look upon the door I won der what spotless lamb, what braco of doves, will be thrown upon tho fires of tho burnt offering. Oh, horrors 1 Palones? of death blanches his cheek. Despair seizes his heart. His daughtor, his only ohlld, rushos out tho doorway to throw horself In hor fathor's arms and shower upon him more kisses than there woro wounds on Ills breast or dents on his shlold.« All tho triumphal splendor vanishes. Holding back his child from his heaving breast and pushing tbo looks back from tho fair brow and looking Into tho oyos of Inextinguishable affection, with choked uttoranco he says: \Would Qod I lay stark on tho bloody plain. My daughtor, my only ohlld, joy of my homo, llfo'of my Hfo, thou art tho sacrifice!\ Tho whole mattor was explalnod to her. This was no whining, hollow hearted girl into whose oyes the father looked. All the glory of sword and ahiold vanished in the presence of the valor of that girl. There may have boon a tromorof tho Up as a rose leaf trembles in tho sough of tho south wind, thoro may have been tbo starting of a tear like a raindrop shook from tho anther of a water Illy, but with o self sacrlllco that man may not roach and only woman's heart oan compass she surrenders herself to 11 ro and to death. Sho cries out iu tho words of my text, \My father, if thou hast oponod thy mouth unto tho Lord, do unto mo whatso ever hath proceeded from thy mouth.\ She bows to tho knife, and the blood whioh so often at the fathor's voice had rushed to the crimson ohook smokes In the Urea of tho burnt offorlng. No ono can toll us hor namo. Thero Is no need that wo know hor namo. Tho garlands that Mlzpeh twlstod for Jophthah, tho warrior, had gone Into tho dust, but all ages are twisting tho girl's ohaplot. It Is woll that hor namo came not to us, for no ono can wear it. They mav take tbo namo of Deborah or Abigail or Miriam, hut no ono In all the ages can havo the title of this daughtor of sacrifice. Of courso this offorlng was not pleasing to tho Lord ;but boforo you hurl your donunola- tlons at Jopbthnh's cruelty, remember that In oldon times, whon vows were made, men thought thoy .must exeoute thorn, porform thorn, whother tbey woro wlckod or good. There woro two wrong things about Jeph- thah's vow First, ho ought nover to havo made It. Next, having mado it, it wore better broken than kept. But do not tako on pro- tontious airs andsay, \I couldnot havo deno as Jophthah did.\ If to-dayyou woro stand ing on tho banks of tho Gange3 and you had boon born in India, you might havo boon throwing your ehildroa to the oroeodllos. It Is not bocauso wo aro naturally any bettor., but booauso we havo moro gospel light. Now, I mako vory practical uso of this ? uostlon when I toll you that tho sacrifice of ephthah's daughter was a type of tho physi cal, mental and spiritual eaorlflco of 10,000 ohildren In thfs day. There oro parents all unwittingly bringing to bear upon thoir ohil dren a class of influences which will as cer tainly ruin thorn as knife and toroh destroyed Jephthah's daughter.' Whllb I speak, tho wholo Nation without emotion and without ehamo looks upon tho stupendous saoriflco. In tho first plaoo, I remark that muoh of thoBystomof education In our dayls a sys tem of saorlflca Whon ohlldron spondBlx or seven hours a day In school, and then must spend two or throe hours In prepara tion for school the noxt day, will you tell me how muoh timo they will havo for sunshine and fresh air and the obtaining of that exu- boraaoo which is necessary for tho duties of coming Hie? No ono oan fool more thankful than I do for the advancement of common school edu- tatlon. The printing of books appropriate for schools, tho multiplication of philosoph ical apparatus, tho' establishment of normal sohools, whioh provide for ourchlldrentaach- ers of largest caliber, aro thomeo on whioh every' philanthropist ought to be congratulat ed. But this herding of great multitudes of ohildren In 111 ventilated school-rooms and poorly equipped halls of Instruction is mak ing many of tho places of knowledge iu this country hugo holocausts. Politics In many of tho 'oltlos gets into ed ucational affairs, ond while tho two political 'parties ore scrabbling for tho honors Jeph thah 's daughtor perishes. It is so muoh so hat thoro aro many schools in tho country to day which are preparing tens of thousands of invalid men and women for tl }0 future, so that In many places by the tho t mo the ohlld's education is finished tho child is fin ished ! In many places, in many oltlea of the country, thoro aro largo appropriations for evarytbtng olso ond cboorful appropriations, but as soon as tho appropriation Is to bo mado for tho educational or moral Interest of the olty wo aro struck through with an eoon- nmv that Is woll nigh the death of us. \iconnoction with this • I mention whot I mieht call the cramming systom of tho cam- Son sohools and many of the acadomlen- children of dolloate brain compeUod to tasks that might appall a mature intolleot, ohil dren going down to sohool with a strap of books naif aa high oi themaehres. The fact ta, rn aome or rtr» crnaa parents ao not allow their ohlldran to- graduate for the slmplo reason, thoy say. \We cannot afford to allow our children's health to bo destroyed In order that they may gather the honors of a n Institution.\ Tens of thousands of children educated into Imbecility, so connected with many suoh literary establishments thore ought to bo asylums for tho wrecked. It is push and crowd and orsm and staff ond Jam until the ymild's intelloot Is bewildered, and the memory la wreokod, and tho hoalth fs gone, Thero are ohildren turned out from tho schools who onco were full of romping and laughter and had ohooks crimson with honltb, who are now turned out Iu tho after noon pale faced, Irritated, asthmatic, old bo foro their time. It Is ono of tho saddest sights on earth, on old-mannish boy or on old-womanish girl. Girls 10 years of ogo studying algebra! Boys 12 years of ago rooking their brains over trigonometry! Children unacquainted with thoir mother tonguo crying over their Latin, Fronch and Gorman lessons! All tho vivacity of thoir naturo beoton out of thom by tho heavy bootlo of a Grook lexicon! And you doctor thom for this, and you give thorn a little modlolno for that, and you wondor what Is tho mottor with thom. I wfli tell you whot ts tho mattor with thom; thoy are finishing their oducation. In my parish in Philadelphia a child was so pushod at school that sho was thrown into a fever, and In hor dying dolirlum, nil night long, sho was trying to roclto tho multiplica tion table. In my boyhood I.remombor that In our oloss at sohool thoro was ono lnd who know moro than all of us put togother. If wo wore fast In our arithmetic, ho extricated us. When wo stood up for the spelling class, he was almost always tho head of tho class. Visitors camo to his father's houso, and ho was almost always brought In as a prodigy. At 18 years of ago he was an Idiot. Ho lived 10 years an idiot and died an Idiot, not know ing his right hand from his left, or day from night. Tho parents and the tonohors mado bim an idiot. You may flatter yourprldo by forcing your ohlldron to know moro than any othor chil dren, but you aro making a sacrifice of that child if by tho additions to its intelligence you nro making a subtraction from its fu- turo. Tho child will go away from sucn mal treatment with no exuboranco to fight the battlo of life. Suoh ohlldron moy get along vory woll whilo you tako caro of thom, but when you oro old and doad, alas.' for thom If through tho wrong system of oducation which you adoptod. thoy havo no swarthi- ness or force of character to tako caro of thomsolvcs. Bo oareful how you make tho child's headache or Its heart flutter. I hear a great deal about blaok men's rights and Chlnamon's rights and Indians' rlght3 and women's rights. Would God that some body would rise to plead for children's right! Tho Carthaginians used to sacrifice their ehlldren by putting thom into thearms of an idol which thrust forth its hand. The child was put into the arms of tho Idol, and no sooner touched tho arms than It dropped into tho fire. But it was tho art of tbo mothors to keep tho ohlldron smiling and laughing until tbo moment thoy died. Thero may bo a fascination and a hilarity about tho stylos of education of which I am speaking, but It is only laughter ot the moment of sacrifice Would God thero woro only ono Jophtbath's daughter. Again, thoro oro many paronts who are sacrificing thoir children with wrong sys- toms of dlseipllno—too great rigor or too groat lenioncy. Thexo ore children in fam ilies who rulo tho housohold. Thoy como to tbo authority. Tho high olmlrln whioh tho Infant sits Is tho throno, and tho rattle Is the soepter, and tho othor chlldcn mako up the parliament where father and mothor havo no vote! Such ohlldron como up to bo mis creants. Thero Is no ohanco in this world for a ohlld that has novor loarnod to mind. Such poo plo become tho botheration of tho church of God and tho post of tho world. Children that do not learn to obey human authority are unwilling to loam to oboyDlvlno author ity. Children will not respect paronts whoso authority thoy do not respect. Who aro thoso young mon that swaggor through tho street, with their thumbs In their vest, talklnc about their fathor as \tho old man,\ \tbo govornor,\ ''the squire,\ \the old chap,\ or their mother as \tho old woman?\ Thoy are those who in youth, In childhood, never loarnod to respeot au thority. Ell, having hoard that his sons had dlod in thoir wickedness, fell ovor backward and broko his nock, and dlod. Well ho might. What is life to a fathor whoso sons nro de bauched? The dust ot tho valloy Is pleasant to hlB tasto, and tho driving rains that drip through tho roof of tho sopulcher are swootor than tho wines of Holbon. There must bo harmony between the fathor's government and tho mother's gov ernment. Tho fathor will be tomptod to too great vigor. Tho mothor will be tomptod to too groat leniency. Her tenderness will overcome hor. Hor voice Is a llttlo softor; hor hand seoms better fit to pull out a thorn and sootho a pang. Ohlldron wanting any thing from tho mother cry for it. They hopo to dissolve her will with tears. But tho moth er must not interfere, must not coax off, must not bog for tho ohlld whon the hour comes for tho assertion of parental supromaoy and the subjugation of a ohlld's temper. Thoro comes in tho history of ovory onild nu hour when It 13 tested whether tho parents shall rulo or tho ohlld shall rule. That is tho crucial hour. If tho ohfld triumphs iu that hour, thon ho will somo day mako you crouoh. It Is a horrible soono. I have witnessed It—a mother come to old age, shlvorlng with terror In the pres- onco of a son who cursod hor gray hairs and mookod hor wrinkled face and begrudged her the crust sho munchod with hor toothless gums 1 How fthtirpsr thin a sorpoat'a tooth It Is To baron tbnaklostclifld But, on the othor hand, too great rigor must be avoldod. It Is a sad thing whon do mestic government becomes cold military despotism. Trappora on tho pralrio fight fire with lire, but you cannot successfully fight your child's bad tomper with your own bod tomper. Wo must not bo too minuto In our Inspection. Wo cannot expect our children to bo porioct. We must not soo everything. SInco wo have two or three faults otourown, we ought not to bo too rough whon wo dis cover thnt our ohlldron havo as many. If tradition be true, when we wero ohildren we were not all llttlo Samuels, and our parents were not fearful lest thoy could not raise us because of our premature goodness. You cannot scold or pound your oliildrcn Into nobility of choraoter. The bloom of o child's heart can novor be 3eon under a cold drizzle. Above all, avoid fretting ond scolding In the household\. Bottor than 10 years of fretting at your children is one good, round, old fashioned application of tho slipper! That minister of the Gospel o! whom wo road In the newspapers that he whipped his child to doath because ho would \not • say his prayers will nover como to can onization. Tho arithmetics cannot eol- culoto\ how many thousaads of ohlldron have boon ruined forever either through- too Kroat rigor or too great lonlonoy. The heav ens ond the earth ore flllodwith tho groan of tho sacrificed. In this Important mnttersoek dlvlno direction, O father, O mothor. Somo ono askod the mothor ot Lord Ohlof Justlco Jlanstlold If she was not proud to have three suoh omlnent sons and nil of them so good. \No sho said, \It Is nothing to bo proud of. but something for which to be very grateful.' Again, there aro many who aro sacrificing thou- ohildren to a spirit of worldliness. Some ono asked a mothor whose ohlldron bad turnod out very well what was the secret by which she prepared them foru3ofulnes3 and for the Christian life, and sbo said: \This was the secret. When In tho morning I washod my ohlldron, I prayod that thoy might bo washod in tho fountain ot a Saviour's mercy. When I put on their gar ments, I prayod that thoy might bo orroyod In tho robe of a Saviour's righteousness. When I gavo thom food, I prayed that thev might be Tod with manna from heaven. Whon I starlad them on tho road to school, I prayed thot their path might be os tho shin ing light, brighter and brighter to the per fect day..Whou I put thom to sleep, Iprayod that thoy might bn enfolded Ir th» Saviaor'a anna.\ \OH ytm- gay, \tnat waa very olf fashioned.\ It was quito old fashioned. Bui do you suppose that a child under suol nurture as that over turned out bad? In our doy most boys Btart out with no idea higher thon the- nU encompassing dot lar. They start In an- age which boasts It can scratch tho Lord's Prayer on a lOoent piecei ond the Ton Commandments on a 10 oenj piece. Children ore taught t o jreducomorals ond religion, time and eternity, to vulgai' fractions. It seoms to bo their ohlof ottoin- ment that 10 cents mnkoadime,andl0dlmo« mako a dollar. How to got money Is only equolod by the other art, how to keop lt.- Tell mo, ye who know, whot chonce thoro Is for thoso who start out in life with suoh perverted sentiments? Tho money msrkot resounds again and again with tho downfall of suoh pooplo. If I had a drop of blood on tho tip of a pon, I would toll you by what awful tragedy many of the youth of this country aro ruined. Further on thousands and tens of thou sands of tho danghtors of America are saori- flcod to wordlinoss. Thoy are taught to be in sympathy with all the artificialities of society. Thoy are Inducod Into all the hollowness ot what Is called fashionablo life. Thoy aro taught to believe that history Is dry, but that 50-cont stories of adventurous lovo are doll- , olous. With capacity that might have rivaled a Floranoo Nightingale in heavenly minis tries, or made tho father's houso glad with filial and sisterly demeanor, their life Is a wasto, thoir beauty n curse, their eternity o demolition. In the siege of Charleston, during tho Civil War, a Uoutenont ot tho army stood on tho floor beside tbo daughter of the ex-Gov ernor of tho Stato of South Carolina. They woro taking tho vows of marriage. A bomb shell struck the roof, dropped into tho group and nine were wounded and slain; among tho wounded to doath, the brldo. Whilo the bridegroom knelt on tho carpet trying to stanch the wounds the brldo demnnded that tho ceremony bo complotod, that sho might tako the vows bofore her do- parturo, and whon the minister snld, \Wilt thou be faithful unto death?\ with her dyfng lips sho sold, \I will,\ and In two hours sho had departed. That was the oocidontal slaughter and tho sacrifice of tho body, but at thousands of marriage altars thore are daughters slain for timo and slain for otorn- Ity. It Is not a marriage , it fs a massaore. Affianced to somo one who Is only waiting until his fathor dies so ho can got tho prop erty. Then a llttlo whilo thoy swing around in tho circles, brilliant olreles. Thon tho property Is gouo, and hovlng no powor to oarn a livelihood the twain sink Into somo corner of socloty—tho husband an Idler and 0 sot, tho wife a drudge, a slave and o sacri fice. Ah, spare your denunciations from Jophthah's head and expend thom all on this wholosalo modern martyrdom! I lift up my voioo to-day against tho sacri fice of ohlldron. I look out of my window on a Sabbath and I see a group of ehildron—un washed, uncombed, un-Christlantzed. Who cares for thom? Who prays for thorn? Who utters to thom one kind word? When tho city missionary passing along tho park in Xow York saw a raggod lad ana heard him swearing, ho said to him • \My son, stop swearing' You ought to go to tho houso ot God to-duy. You ought to bo good. You ought to bo a Christian.\ Tho lad lookod In his faco and said, \Ah it Is easy for you to talk, well clotbod as you aro and well fad, but wo chaps hain't got no chauoo!\ Who lifts thom to tho altar for baptism? Who goes forth to snateh thom up from crimo and death and woo? Who to-day will go , forth and bring them Into schools and ' churches? No. Hoop thom up, great piles of rags and wrotohodnoss and filth. Put undorncath thom tho Arcs of sacrifice, stir up the blazo, put on moro fagots, and while wo sit In tho oburohes with folded arms and , Indifferent orlmo and dlsooso and doath will go on with tho agonizing sacrillce. During tho early French Revolution at Bourges thero was a company of boys who used to train ovory day ns young soldiers, and thoy carried a flag, and thoy had on the flag this Inscription: \Tremble tyrants, tremble! Wo nre growing up.\ Mightily suggestlvo! Tbls generation is passing off, nnd a mightier generation Is coming on. Will they bo the foes of tyranny, the foes ot sin, und tho foes of death, or will thoy be tho foes of God? Thoy are coming up ! I congratulate all paronts who are doing their best to keop thoir children away fromnho altar of saorlfioo. Your proyars aro going to bo answorod. Your ohll dron may wundor away from God, but thoy will como back again. A voice comes from tho throno to-day oncourogtng you, \I will be a God to thoo, and to thy sood oftor thoo.\ And though whon you lay your head In death thero may bo. somo wanderer of tho family far away from God, und you may bo 20 yeary in heaven\ bo foro salvation shall como to his heart, he will bo brought into tho kingdom, and bo foro the throno of God you will rojoloe that you wero faithful. Como ot last, although so long postponed his coming. Como at last! I oongrntulote all thoso who aro tolling for tho outcast and wandering. Your work will soon bo ovor. but the influence you are setting in motion will never stop. Long after yon have boon garnered for the skies your pray- ors, your teachings and your Ohrlstaln Influ ence will go on and help to people heaven with bright Inhabitants. Which would you rather see—whioh scene would yon rather minglo In in tho last great day—being able to say, \I added house to houso and land to land and manufactory to manufactory; I owned half the olty; what ever my eyes saw I had, whatever I wanted 1 got,\ or on that day to have Christ look you full in tho faco and say. \I was hungry, nnd ye fed Me j I wun naked, and ye olothed Mo j I was sick and in prison, and ye visited Mo; Inasmuch as ye did it to tho least ot My brethren, ye did it to Me?\ The Hermit of tho Bowery. Four or five years ago the people ol Now York talked for a day about the story of Hermit Coe oi the Bowery ond then forgot it. A dozon years before Leonard Coe, that being the name he was known by, bad taken up his resi dence in a Bowery lodging honao. Ha seemed very poor, but paid his rent promptly, and Bpent a few cents each day for food. He was morose nnd taciturn, could seldom be drawn into conversation, and rarely left his room. When he did he olways carried witb him a brown paper paokago. Finally he fell Bick and was taken to a hospital. When told that he could not recover, be aont for John Haller, a former fel low lodger, and informed him that his real name was Baer, nnd that ho had relatives living in Lancaster, Penn. He also made a will, naming Haller as his executor, and intrusted to his keeping the brown paper package he hod ao < long guarded with jealous care. Tho day following his death Holler opened tho package and found to his astonish- mont that it contained over S24,000 in greenbocks\ An examination of-the.\ hermit's papers showed that he was a graduate of Yalo College and hadBtud- iod both law and medicine. Later he had engaged in tho publishing busi ness witb his brother, but had in time retired with a competence, and had finally drifted to New York. There, for some unknown reason, he had sunk his identity under tho name o£ Coo ; and adopted the squalid lifo of a hor- mit of tho slums.—New York Be- cordor. ^ The total number of colored troops in tho United States army\ during tba : Oivil \War was 186,017. •* ,/j I:.
