AND THE NET BROKE. REV. DR. TALMAGE MAKES A STRONG PLEA FOR REVIVALS. He Does Not Mind Much Even If the Net Breaks With the Pressure of Souls--Fatal Mistakes--An Unconverted Ministry Training For Heaven.

BROOKLYN, Dec. 2.--Dr. Talmage chose for the subject of his sermon through the press today "The Objections to Religious Revivals," from the text Luke v, 6, "They inclosed a great multitude of fishes, and their not brake." Simon and his comrades had experienced the night before what fisherman call "poor luck." Christ steps on board the fishing smack and tells the sailors to pull away from the beach and directs them again to sink the net. Sure enough, very soon the net is full of fishes, and the sailors begin to haul in. So large a school of fish was taken that the hardy men begin to look red in the face as they pull, and hardly have they begun to rejoice at their success when snap goes a thread of the net, and snap goes another thread, so there is danger not only of losing the fish, but of losing the net.

Without much care as to how much the boat tilts or how much water is splashed on deck, the fishermen rush about gathering up the broken meshes of the net. Out yonder there is a ship dancing on the wave, and they hail it. "Ship ahoy, bear down this way!" The

ship comes, and both boats, both fishing smacks, are filled with the floundering treasures.

"Ah," says some one, "how much better it would have been if they had staid on shore, and fished with a hook and line, and taken one at a time, instead of having this great excitement, and the boat almost upset, and the net broken, and having to call for help, and getting sopping wet with the sea!" The church is the boat, the gospel is the net, society is the sea, and a great revival is a whole school brought in at one sweep of the net. I have admiration for that man who goes out with a hook and line to fish. I admire the way he unwinds the reel and adjusts the bait and drops the hook in a quiet place on a still afternoon, and here catches on and there one, but I like also a big boat, and a large crew, and a net a mile long, and swift oars, and stout sails, and a stiff breeze, and a great multitude of souls brought--so great a multitude that you have to get help to draw it ashore--straining the net to the utmost until it breaks here and there, letting a few escape, but bringing the great multitude

into eternal safety.

The First Revival.

In other words, I believe in revivals. The great work of saving men began with 8,000 people joining the church in

one day, and it will close with 40,000,000 or 100,000,000 people saved in 24 hours, when nations shall be born in a day. But there are objections to revivals. People are opposed to them because the net might get broken, and if by the pressure of souls it does not get broken then they take their own penknives and slit the net. "They inclosed a great multitude of fishes, and the net

break."

It is sometimes opposed to revivals of religion that those who come into the church at such times do not hold out; as long as there is a gale of blessing they have their sails up, but as soon as strong winds stop blowing then they drop into a dead calm. But what are the facts in the case? In all our churches the vast majority of the useful people are those who are brought in under great awakenings, and they hold out. Who are the prominent men in the United States in churches, in prayer meetings, in Sabbath schools? For the

most part they are the product of great awakenings.

I have noticed that those who are brought into the kingdom of God through revivals have more persistence and more determination in the Christian life than those who come in under a low state of religion. People born in an icehouse may live, but they will never get over the cold they caught in the icehouse! A cannon ball depends upon the impulse with which it starts for how far it shall go and how swiftly, and the greater the revival force with which a

soul is started the more farreaching

and far resounding will be the execution. But it is sometimes objected to revivals that there is so much excitement that people mistake hysteria for religion.

Excitement. We must admit that in every revival of religion there is either a suppressed or a demonstrated excitement. Indeed if a man can go out of a state of condemnation into a state of acceptance with God, or see others go, without any agitation of seal, he is in an unhealthy, morbid state, and is as repulsive and absurd as a man who should boast he saw a child snatched out from under a house's hoofs and felt no agitation, or saw a man rescued from the fourth story of a house on fire and felt no acceleration of the pulses. Salvation from sin and death and hell into life and peace and heaven forever is such a tremendous thing that if a man tells me he can look on it without any agitation I doubt his Christianity. The fact is that sometimes excitement is the most important possible thing. In case of resuscitation from drowning or freezing, the one idea is to excite animation. Before conversion we are dead. It is the business of the church to revive, arouse, awaken, resuscitate, startle into life. Excitement is bad or good according to what it makes us do. If it makes us do that which is bad, it is bad excitement, but if it make us agitated about our eternal welfare, if it many us pray, if it may us attend upon Christian service, if it make us cry unto God for mercy, then it is a good excitement. It is sometimes said that during revivals of religion great multitudes of children and young people are brought into the church, and they do not know what they are about. It has been my observation that the earlier people come into the kingdom of God the more useful they are. Robert Hall, the prince of Baptist preachers, was converted at 12 years of age. It is supposed he knew what he was about. Matthew Henry, the commentator, who did more than any man of his century for increasing the interest in the study of the Scriptures, was converted at 11 years of age; Isabella Graham, immortal in the Christian church, was converted at 10 years of age; Dr. Watts, whose hymns will be sung all down the ages, was converted at 9 years of age; Jonathan Edwards, perhaps the mightiest intellect that the American pulpit ever produced, was converted at 7 years of age, and that father and mother take an awful responsibility when they tell their child at 7 years of age, "You are too young to be a Christian," or "You are too your to connect yourself with the church." That is a mistake as long as eternity. Early Conversions. If during a revival two persons present themselves as candidates for the church, and the one is 10 years of age, and the other is 40 years of age, I will have more confidence in the profession of religion of the one 10 years of age than the one 40 years of age. Why? The one who professes at 40 years of age has 40 years of impulse in the wrong direction to correct, the child has only 10 years in the wrong direction to correct. Four times 10 are 40. Four times the religious prospect for the lad that comes into the kingdom of God, and into the church at 10 years of age than the man at 40. I am very apt to look upon revivals as connected with certain men who fostered them. People who in this day do not like revivals nevertheless have not words to express their admiration for the revivalists of the past, for they were revivalists--Jonathan Edwards, John Wesley, George Whitefield, Fletcher, Griffin, Davies, Osborn, Knapp, Nettleton and many others whose names come to my mind. The strength of their intellect and the holiness of their lives make me think they would not have anything to do with that which was ephemeral. Oh, it is easy to talk against revivals. A man said to Mr. Dawson: "I like your sermons very much, but the after meetings I despise. When the prayer meeting begins, I always go up into the gallery and look down, and I am disgusted." "Well," said Mr. Dawson, "the reason is you go on the top of your neighbor's house and look down his chimney and examine his fire, and of course you only get smoke in your eyes. Why don't you come in the door and sit down and warm?" Oh, I am afraid to say anything against revivals of religion, or against anything that looks like them, because I think it may be a sin against the Holy Ghost, and you know the Bible says that a sin against the Holy Ghost shall never be forgiven, neither in this world nor the world to come. Now, if you are a painter, and I speak against your pictures, do I not speak against you? If you are an architect, and I speak against a building you put up, do I not speak against you? If a revival be the work of the Holy Ghost, and I speak against that revival, do I not speak against the Holy Ghost? And whosoever speaketh against the Holy Ghost, says the Bible, he shall never be forgiven, neither in this world nor in the world to come. I think sometimes people have made a fatal mistake in this direction.

The Beginning of Sin.

Many of you know the history of Aaron Burr. He was one of the most brilliant men of his day. I suppose this country never produced a stronger intellect. He was capable of doing anything good and great for his country or for the church of God had he been rightly disposed, but his name is associated with treason against the United States government, which he tried to overthrow, and with libertinism and public immorality.

Do you know where Aaron Burr started on the downward road? It was when

he was in college, and he became anx-

ious about his soul and was about to put himself under the influences of a revival, and a minister of religion said: "Don't go there, Aaron; don't go there; that's a place of wildfire and great ex-

citement; no religion about that; don't

go there." He tarried away. His serious impressions departed. He started on the downward road. And who is responsible for his ruin? Was it the minister who warned him against that re-

vival?

When I am speaking of excitement in revivals, of course I do not mean temporary derangement of the nerves. I do not mean the absurd things of which we have read as transpiring sometimes in the church of Christ, but I mean an intelligent, intense, all absorbing agitation of body, mind and soul in the work of spiritual escape and spiritual rescue.

Now I come to the real, genuine cause of objection to revivals. That is the coldness of the objector. It is the secret and hidden but unmistakable

cause in every case--a low state of reli-

gion in the heart. Wide awake, consecrated, useful Christians are never afraid of revivals. It is the spiritually dead who are afraid of having their sepulcher molested. The chief agents of the devil during a great awakening are always unconverted professors of religion. As soon as Christ's work begins they begin to gossip against it, and take a pail of water and try to put out the spark of religious influence, and they try to put out another spark. Do they succeed? As well as when Chicago was on fire might some one have gone out with a garden water pot trying to extinguish it.

A Pail of Cold Water.

The difficulty is that when a revival begins in a church it begins at so many points that while you have doused one anxious soul with a pail of cold water there are 500 other anxious souls on fire. Oh, how much better it would be to lay hold of the chariot of Christ's gospel and help pull it on rather than to fling ourselves in front of the wheels, trying to block their progress. We will not stop the chariot, but we ourselves will be ground to powder. Did you ever hear that there was a convention once held among the icebergs in the arctic? It seems that the summer was coming on, and the sun was getting hotter and hotter, and there was danger that the whole icefield would break up and flow away, so the tallest and the coldest and the broadest of all the icebergs, the very king of the arctics, stood at the head of the convention, and with a gavel of ice smote on a table of ice, calling the convention to order. But the sun kept growing in intensity of heat, and the south wind blew stronger and stronger, and soon all the icefield began to grind up, iceberg against iceberg, and to flow away. The first resolution passed by the convention was, "Resolved, that we abolish the sun." But the sun would not be abolished. The heat of the sun grew greater and greater until after awhile the very king of the icebergs began to perspire under the glow, and the smaller icebergs fell over, and the cry was: "Too much excitement! Order, order!" Then the whole body, the whole field, of the ice began to flow out, and a thousand voices began to ask: "Where are we going to now? Where are we floating to? We will all break to pieces." By this time the icebergs had reached the gulf stream, and they were melted into the bosom of the Atlantic ocean. The warm sun is the eternal Spirit. The icebergs are frigid Christians. The warm gulf stream is a great revival. The ocean into which everything melted is the great, wide heart of the pardoning and sympathizing God. A Word About the Ministry. But I think, after all, the greatest obstacle to revivals throughout Christendom today is an unconverted ministry. We must believe that the vast majority of those who officiate at sacred altars are regenerated, but I suppose there may float into the ministry of all the denominations of Christians men whose hearts have never been changed by the grace of God. Of course they are all antagonistic to revivals. How did they get into the ministry? Perhaps some of them chose it as a respectable profession. Perhaps some chose it as a means of livelihood. Perhaps some of them were sincere, but were mistaken. As Thomas Chalmers said, he had been many years preaching the gospel before his heart had been changed, and, as many ministers of the gospel declare, they were preaching and had been ordained to sacred orders years and years before their hearts were regenerated. Gracious God, what a solemn thought for those of us who minister at the altar! With the present ministry in the present temperature of piety the world will never be enveloped with revivals. While the pews on one side of the altar cry for mercy the pulpits on the other side of the altar must cry for mercy. Ministers quarreling. Ministers trying to pull each other down. Ministers struggling for ecclesiastical place. Ministers lethargic with whole congregations dying on their hand. What a

spectacle.

Aroused pulpits will make aroused pews. Pulpits aflame will make pews aflame. Everybody believes in a revival in trade, everybody likes a revival in literature, everybody likes a revival in art, yet a great multitude cannot understand a revival in matters of religion. Depend upon it, where you find a man antagonistic to revivals, whether he be in pulpit or pew, he needs to be regenerated by the grace of God. I could prove to a demonstration that without revivals this world will never be converted, and that in 100 or 200 years without revivals Christianity will be practically extinct. It is a matter of astounding arithmetic. In each of our modern generations there are at least 32,000,000 children. Now add 32,000,000 to the world's population, and then have only 100,000 or 200,000 converted every year, and how long before the world will be saved? Never--absolutely never! We Cannot Afford to Be Fools. During our war the president of the United States made proclamation for 75,000 troops. Some of you remember the big stir. But the King of the universe today asks for 800,000,000 more troops than are enlisted, and we want it done softly, imperceptibly, gently, no

excitement, one by one!

You are a dry goods merchant on a large scale, and I am a merchant on a small scale, and I come to you and want to buy 1,000 yards of cloth. Do you say: "Thank you; I'll sell you 1,000 yards of cloth, but I'll sell you 20 yards today, and 20 tomorrow, and 20 the next day, and if it takes me six months I'll sell you the whole 1,000 yards; you will want as long as that to examine the goods, and I'll want as long as that to examine the credit, and, besides that, 1,000 yards of cloth are too much to sell all at once?" No, you do not say that. You take me into the counting room, and in ten minutes the whole transaction is consummated. The fact is, we cannot afford to be fools in anything

but religion!

That very merchant who on Saturday afternoon sold me the 1,000 yards of cloth at once stroke the next Sabbath in church will stroke his beard and wonder whether it would not be better for 1,000 souls to come straggling along for ten years, instead of bolting in at one service. We talk a good deal about the good times that are coming and about the world's redemption. How long before they will come? There is a man who says 500 years. Here is a man who says 200 years. Here is some one more confident who says in 50 years. What, 50 years? Do you propose to let two generations pass off the stage before the world

is converted?

We Must Pray and Tell. Suppose by some extra prolongation of human life at the next 50 years you should walk around the world, you would not in all that walk find one person that you recognize. Why? All dead or so changed you would not know them. In other words, if you postpone the redemption of this world for 50 years you admit that the majority of the two whole generations shall go off the stage unblessed and unsaved. I tell you the church of Jesus Christ cannot consent to it. We must pray and toil and have the revival spirit, and we must struggle tot have the whole world saved before the men and women now in middle life pass off. "Oh," you say, "it is too vast an enterprise to be conducted in so short a time." Do you know how long it would take you to save the whole world if each man would bring another? It would take ten years. By a calculation in compound interest, each men bringing another, and that one another, and that one another, in ten years the whole world would be saved. If the world is not saved in the next ten years, it will be the fault of the church of Christ. Is it too much to expect each one to bring one? Some of us must bring more than one, for some will not do their duty. I want to bring 10,000 souls. I should be ashamed to meet my God in judgment if with all my opportunities of commending Christ to the people I could not bring 10,000 souls. But it will all depend upon the revival spirit. The hook and line fishing will not do it. It seems to me as if God is preparing the world for some quick and universal movement. A celebrated electrician gave me a telegraph chart of the world. On that chart the wires crossing the continents and the cables under the sea looked like veins red with blood. On that chart I see that the headquarters of the lightnings are in Great Britain and the United States. In London and New York the lightnings are stabled, waiting to be harnessed for some quick dispatch. That shows you that the telegraph is in possession of Christianity. Old Fashioned Christians. It is a significant fact that the man who invented the telegraph was an old fashioned Christian--Professor Morse--and that the man who put the telegraph under the sea was an old fashioned Christian--Cyrus W. Field--and the the [sic] president of the most famous of the telegraph companies of this country was an old fashioned Christian--William Orton--going from the communion table on earth straight to his house in heaven. What does all that mean? I do not suppose that the telegraph was invented merely to let us know whether flour is up or down, or which filly won the race at the Derby, or which marksman beat at Dollymount. I suppose the telegraph was invented and built to call the world to God. In some of the attributes of the Lord we seem to share on a small scale--for instance, in his love and in his kindness. But until of late foreknowledge, omniscience, omnipresence, omnipotence, seem to have been exclusively God's possession. God, desiring to make the race like himself, gives us a species of foreknowledge in the weather probabilities, gives us a species of omniscience in telegraphy, gives us a species of omnipresence in the telephone, gives us a species of omnipotence in the steam power. Discoveries and inventions all about us, people are asking what next? I will tell you what next. Next, a stupendous religious movement. Next, the end of war. Next, the crash of despotisms. Next, the world's expurgation. Next, the Christlike dominion. Next, the judgment. What becomes of the world after that I care not. It will have suffered and achieved enough for one world. Lay it up in the drydocks of eternity, like an old man-of-war gone out of service, or fit it up like a ship of relief to carry bread to some other suffering planet, or let it be demolished. Farewell, dear old world, that began with paradise and ended with judgment conflagration!

Training For Heaven.

One summer I stood on the isle of Wight and I had pointed out to me the place where the Eurydice sank with 260 or 300 young men who were in training for the British navy. You remember when the training ship went down there was a thrill of horror all over the world. Oh, my friends, this world is only a training ship. On it we are training for heaven. The old ship sails up and down the ocean of immensity, now through the golden-crested wave of the morn, but sails on and sails on. After awhile her work

will be done, and the inhabitants of heaven will look out and find a world missing. The cry will be: "Where is that earth where Christ died and the human race were emancipated? Send out fleets of angels to find the missing craft." Let them sail up and down, cruise up and down the ocean of eternity, and they will catch not one glimpse of her mountain masts or her top gallants of floating cloud. Gone down. The training ship of a world perished in the last tornado. Oh, let it not be that she goes down with all on board, but rather may it be said of her passengers as it was said of the drenched passengers of the Alexandrian corn ship that crashed into the breakers of Melita, "They all escaped safely to land."

He Worked the Boss. A little man with a bald head and an inoffensive blue eye drifted into a Main

street saloon and threw a half dollar on the bar.

"Gimme a schooner of beer," he said. The schooner was given him. Just as he was about to drink it a big man came in and said: "Hello, Shorty. Who's buying?" "I am," replied Shorty, with dignity. "You," scoffed the big man. "Why, you never had a cent in your life. Your wife gets your wages." "That's all right," said Shorty. "Mebbe she does, but I've got money today." "How'd you get it?" "Well," replied Shorty, "I don't know as I mind tellin I had a couple of bad teeth, an she gimme enough to get 'em pulled." "Didn't you get 'em pulled?" "Sure, but I worked her for 50 cents for gas, an this is the 50. See?"--Buf-falo Express.

BERBER MARRIAGE MARKETS. The Brides Are Painted Surprisingly and Laden With Borrowed Finery. Among the Kabyle clans in northern Africa women are looked upon as chattels to be sold like other possessions, and they are accordingly disposed of to the person who makes the highest offer to the father or other male guardian. Many of the Berber tribes of Marocco, [sic] Algiers and Tums hold yearly marriage markets, to which all the young marriageable girls and widows from the neighboring villages are brought. The markets are attended not only by young men and old on the outlook for a wife, but also by a curious crowd anxious to see what lots are for sale and what prices they fetch. The girls, when on view, are allowed to have a voice in the selection of their husbands and may decline any proposal. They are arranged in rows right across the market place; decked in the most telling Berber costumes; painted, powdered and patched in the highest style of Kabyle art; loaded down with rings and bangles, brooches, chains and coins enough to stock a jeweler's shop. The jewels are rarely the girl's property, but are borrowed for the occasion from friends and neighbors, as every village takes pride in its girls and wishes them to sell well. The young women are all seated on small squares of carpet spread upon the ground. Each has an elderly woman beside her, and in front she has, as if for sale, a small roll of stuff woven by her own hands. The faces of the girls are uncovered, for Berber women do not wear the face concealing hark of the Arabs, but it is impossible to tell whether they are pretty or not, for their faces and foreheads are so painted and even tattooed that the natural features cannot be made out. Here is a description of a girl of 16: Yellow bars are painted across her face, and a patch of gold foil is stuck on her right cheek. Her forehead is tattooed with a blue circle, and her lips and gums are well reddened. Her hair is arranged in narrow plaits, from the end of each which dangles a ribbon and a coin. She wears a long sleeved red silk garment, falling from her shoulders half way down her legs, and a red silk scarf worn like a plaid across the left shoulder, where it is fastened by a jeweled gold brooch. The legs from the knee down are bare, but the feet are inclosed in little yellow slippers, with gold embroidered edges and jeweled tops, while round the ankles is a double row of bangles, with bells attached. On her head is a Phyrgian cap, with a thick corded silk border and fringed ends, to which tiny coins are fixed, hanging over the forehead down to the eyebrows. To a pair of small earrings are attached two larger rings six inches in diameter, from which dangle little bells. A heavy necklace is round her neck, and below that a massive chain, with a central brooch. Round each arm winds a broad band of gold and below it seven bangles, to which bells are fastetned. Another girl may have her whole face painted yellow, with little stars and suns and moons in silver foil pasted all over it. Another has blue circles tattooed all over her cheeks. The widows wear a white cloth fastened to the top of the head and secured by a brooch at the waist.

The man who wishes to purchase steps up to the woman of his choice and asks the price of the woven stuff before

her. If he pleases her, she names a very

low figure. Then a loud, shrill and pro-

longed "Yu-yu-yu-u-u" uttered by the

old woman at her side announces that

a bargain has been made and the crowd

shouts its approval. If she does not care for the man, she names an absurdly

high price. Then he walks off to inspect the next lot.

The girls are perfectly self possessed. The young men are a good deal more nervous and look as sheepish as a European might in their place. They are

dressed in their best, in long, red burnous, with high straw hats surmounted by cabbage shaped plumes. One will spend an hour and sometimes two or three walking about the girl he wants before he dares to ask the price of the woven roll. The girls watch the men out of the corners of their eyes, apparently unconcerned, chatting and laughing at them. When the suitor presents himself, they eye him boldly from head to foot as they would a horse, and if he suits he gets a prompt answer. Sometimes the old woman will encourage a bashful youth with a wink or a nod.

The old men set to work in a business-like manner and walk down the line, making their proposal to one after another till they find some one who will accept their offer.--New York Sun.

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Laugh and Grow Fat.

Garrick was in the midst of a tragedy when suddenly he stopped and roared with laughter. What was the cause? Why, simply this: A butcher in the front of the pit who had taken off his wig to wipe the sweat from his head had placed the wig for awhile upon his large dog, who stood facing the stage, with his fore paws resting on the pit

railings.

This is as good an example as could be found to contest the foolish assertion that all laughter has its rise in something inevitably lowering to human nature. It was pure incongruity. The French will tell us that "le rire est hygienique." We knew that even before they made the phrase, but it is well to have their confirmation of the fact. Salubrious? Why, of course it is. For what purpose else did our wise forefathers keep certificated fools to make sport for them at their meals and in their intervals of business or more methodical pleasure seeking?--All the Year Round. Berlin has as many as 124 libraries. The royal library has [?] volumes, the university library 150,000.

The Women of Today.

One of the best signs of the times is the interest which the women of today are taking in current affairs. It is the custom to characterize the woman's club as a fad and refer to the progessive women as an anomaly. But this sort of persistence doesn't dispose of the question. The truth is that the women are only assuming their proper sphere in the affairs of the world. They read the newspapers, they keep abreast of the times in all matters of public concern, and in doing that they add to their charms and multiply their attractions. The women of today is a companion, an associate, a chum. She takes her proper place in the economy of nature, and life is brighter and the world is better because of the change.--Kansas City Times.

Both Were Wooden. Staring heavenward with a fixed and meaningless smile, a drunken man in helpless state lay at the corner of Eighth avenue and Twenty-first street, New York. A doctor and a policeman stood beside him and tried to lift him from the ground, but his legs bent under him with a sickening twist and the two had to let him down to the pavement. "I guess his leg's broken," said the doctor, bending to turn up the drunkard's trousers. A hole in the stocking showed beneath a bare smooth bit of flesh tint. The doctor tapped the spot and exclaimed, "Why, it's a wooden leg." By this time the policeman was making a like examination, and he exclaimed, "Sure this wan's wud too!" At that the doctor disappeared in disgust and the policeman left the helpless prisoner to summon aid.--Philadelphia Ledger. Killed For Playing on the Grass. In Prussia the murder of men, women and children is frequent by the bayonets and the bullets of guards and sentinels. One day a little boy was on the grass of a square in Berlin; the guard tried to arrest him; the child, frightened, ran away; the guard shot him dead. Such occurrences are frequent. If a newspaper condemns them, the editor is imprisoned.--[?] in Fortnightly Review. A Large Bakery. Brooklyn can boast of having the largest bread bakery in the world. Seventy thousand leaves are daily themed [?], requiring [?] barrels of flour. Three hundred and fifty persons are are employed in the bakery and for delivering the [?] in New York and [?] places [?]. --New [?]

WHEN THE TROLLEY STOPS. What May Be Expected to Take Place In the Car In the Average City. Now and then the best regulated electric road loses the subtle current, and its cars are brought to a standstill. There is a regular programme for such occasions. It begins with a dude on the right hand seat near the front door. He ceases to nibble at the head of his cane, readjusts his hat and eyeglasses and carefully tip-toes down the aisle and out of the rear door. He doesn't exactly look at the conductor nor speak to him, but as he stops to the pavement he turns and feelingly exclaims: "Ah, bai Jove, but how long will a suffering people put up with this racket, ye knaw?"

Next on the programme is the fussy woman who is on her way to a store to exchange a pair of stockings for two sizes larger. She is impatient for fear the large sizes will be snapped up before she can get there. She hangs on for a minute, hoping it is a false alarm, but when she sees the conductor and motorman assuming positions which should be labeled, "Only waiting," she rises up and makes for this door. On the platform she catches the eye of the conductor and gives him a look which makes him tired all day, but she does not speak. She dare not trust herself to stop there and tell him her inmost thoughts, and he's a heap glad that such is the case. The next is the innocent young girl and her ma. As the car comes to a step the former looks out of the window and says: "Why, ma, she's lost her power." "Yes, it looks like it." "But can't we do something?" "Dunno. If she's lost her power, why don't the conductor go back and look around to find it? If it had been tied on as it ought to have been, it couldn't have got lost." "But won't there be an explosion or something?" "Dunno, but we'll sit right here and make 'em pay for damages." "How dreadful! I wish I had brought a novel." The fifth and sixth on the schedule are the man reading a newspaper, with plenty of time on his hands, and the stranger on the way to the depot. The man with the paper isn't saying a word, and he doesn't care a copper when the car resumes business, but the other stands up and sits down and finally queries:

"She's stopped, hasn't she?" "Um!" growled the other. "Lost her power, they say?" "Um!" "Going to stay here long?" "Can't say." "Who finds the power when it is lost?" "Dunno." "But is--is it exactly the right thing to do?" "I expect it is, or they wouldn't do it." "And will we be detained long?" "Can't tell. You are not obliged to sit here." "No, of course not. That is, I'm not obliged to--that is, you know"--

And the stranger flushes up and looks hot and mad and leaves the car and makes for the sidewalk. There is one more out of a possible 25 or 30. She is the fat woman with the bundle and has been placidly spreading herself over three seats and congratulating her soul that she is no hairpin to be tucked away in a corner. The bundle is securely tied, and no public eye can make out its contents. Two minutes after the stop the fat woman has made up her mind what course she ought to pursue. She

rises to her feet with a majestic move-

ment, yanks that bundle off the seat in

an imperious manner, and marching to

the door calls out: "Where is the conductor of this car?" "Yes'm," softly replies the conduct-

or, who couldn't get away as he saw

her coming.

"Has the electricity stopped circu-

lating?"

"I fear it has, ma'am." "And the car may be detained in-

definitely?"

"Indefinitely, ma'am, though it is seldom over 15 minutes before the indefinite electricity is all-right again." "But I can't wait."

"No'm, you can't wait." "And the company is responsible for any pecuniary loss that I may suffer through this detention."

"Yes'm." She lifts up her bundle and descends and marches away, but has not yet set foot on the curbstone when the car moves on, and everybody is happy again. She raises a hand to the conductor to stop, but she is too far away, and he shakes his head and mutters: "Sometimes it's the indefinite electricity, and then again it's the indefinite woman, and between the two of 'em it's a wonder I don't lose my indefinite hold on this 'ere job."--Detroit Free Press.

Florence Nightingale.

Miss Florence Nightingale at the age of 74 is enjoying excellent health. She is a rich woman, having, besides some private means, the $250,000 publicly subscribed for her by the English people at the close of the Crimean war. Quite recently she confided to a friend her intention to settle the money as a trust, the interest to be devoted to nursing wounded soldiers, should her country ever again be engaged in a war with a

European power.

The vertical system of handwriting is being advocated by educators for use in public schools.

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