TILLING NEW GROUND. REV. DR. TALMAGE PLEASED WITH HIS PRESENT WORK. Special Attention Given In His Sermon to Skeptics--The Case of Goethe's Irre-ligion--Fields of Usefulness Seldom Occupied by the Church.

NEW YORK, March 3.--Public interest in the services at the Academy of Music is something phenomenal. Although the arrangement is an innovation in religious methods in New York, both as to time and place, there is no church in the city to which so many people go or where so much eagerness to secure admission is displayed. The usual immense audience was present this afternoon to hear the famous presoher[?]. Dr. Talmage's subject was "New Ground" and his text Romans xv, 30, "Lest I should build upon an-

other man's foundation."

After, with the help of others, I had

built three churches in the same city, and not feeling called upon to undertake the superhuman toil of building a fourth

church Providence seemed to point to this place as the field in which I could enlarge my work, and I feel a sense of relief amounting to exultation. Whereunto this work will grow I cannot prophesy. It is inviting and promising beyond anything I have ever touched. The churches are the grandest institutions this world ever saw, and their pastors have no superiors this side of heaven, but there is a work which must be done outside the churches, and to that work I join myself for awhile, "Lest I build on another man's foundation."

Service In the Open Field. The church is a fortress divinely build. Now, a fortress is for defense, and for drill, and for storing ammunition, but an army must sometimes be on the march far outside the fortress. In the campaign of conquering this world for Christ the time has come for an advance movement, for a "general engagement," for massing the troops, for an invasion of the enemies' country. Confident that the forts are well manned by the ablest ministry that ever blessed the church, I propose, with others, for awhile, to join

the cavalry and move out an on for service in the open field.

In laying out the plan for his missionary tour Paul, with more brain than any of his contemporaries or predecessors or successors, sought out towns and cities which had not yet been preached to. He goes to Corinth, a city mentioned for splendor and vice, and Jerusalem, where the priesthood and sanhedrin were ready to leap with both feet upon the Christian religion. He feels he has a special work to do, and he means to do it. What was the result? The grandest life of usefulness that man ever lived. We modern Christians workers are not apt to imitate Paul. We build on other people's foundations. If we erect a church, we prefer to have it filled with families all of whom have been pious. Do we gather a Sunday school class, we want good boys and girls, hair combed, face washed, manners attractive. So a church in this city is apt to be built out of other churches. Some ministers spend all their time in fishing in other people's ponds, and they throw the line into that church pond and jerk out a Methodist, and throw the line into another church pond and bring out a Presbyterian, or there is a religious row in some neighboring church, and the whole school of fish swim off from that pond, and we take them all in with one sweep of the net. What is gained? Absolutely nothing for the general cause of Christ. It is only as in an army, when a regiment is transferred from one division to another, or from the Fourteenth regiment to the Sixty-ninth regiment. What strengthens the army is

new recruits.

This Is a Big World. The feat is this is a big world. When in our schoolboy days we learned the equator and circumference of his planet, we did not learn half. It is the latitude and longitude and diameter and circumferences of want and woe and sin that no figures can calculate. This one spiritual continent of wretchedness reaches across all zones, and if I were asked to give its geographical boundary I would say it is bounded on the north and south and east and west by the great heart of God's sympathy and love. Oh, it is a great world. Since 6 o'clock this morning at least 80,000 have been born, and all these multiplied populations are to be reached of the gospel. In England or in eastern American cities we are being much crowded, and an acre of ground is of great value, but out west 600 acres is a small farm, and 20,000 acres is no unusual possession. There is a vast field here and everywhere unoccupied, plenty of room more, not building on another man's foundation. We need as churches to stop bombarding the old ironclad sinners that have been proof against 30 years of Christian assault, and aim for the salvation of those who have never yet had one warm hearted and point blank invitation. There are churches whose buildings might be worth $300,000, who are not averaging 100 new converts a year and doing less good than many a log cabin meeting house with tallow candle stuck in [?] socket and a minister who has never seen a college or known the difference between Greek and Choctaw. We need churches to get into sympathy with the great outside world, and let them know that none are so broken hearted or [?] that they will not be welcomed. "No!" says some fastidious Christian; "I don't like to be crowded in church. Don't put any one in my pew!" My brother, what will you do in heaven? When a great multitude that no man can number assembles, they will put 50 in your pew! What are the silent few today assembled in the Christian churches compared with the mightier millions outside of them? At least 3,000,000 people in this cluster of seaboard cities, and not more than 600,000 in the churches. Many of the churches are like a hospital that should advertise that patients must have nothing worse toothache or "run arounds," but no broken heads, no crushed ankles, no fractured thighs. Give us for treatment moderate sinners, velvet coated sinners and sinners with a gloss on. It is as though a man had a farm of 8,000 acres and put all his work on one acre. He may raise never so large ears of corn, never so big heads of wheat, he would remain poor. The church of God has bestowed its chief care on one acre and has raised splendid men and women in that small inclosure, but the field is the world. That means North and South America, Europe, Asia and Africa and all the islands of the sea.

Something to Know.

It is as though after a great battle there were left 50,000 wounded and dying on the field and three surgeons gave all their time to three patients under their charge. The major general comes in and says to the doctors, "Come out here and look at the nearly 50,000 dying for lack of surgical attendance." "No," say the three doctors, standing there and fanning their patients; "we have three important cases here, and we are attending them, and when we are not positively busy with their wounds it takes all our time to keep the flies off." In this awful battle of sin and sorrow, where millions have fallen on millions, do not let us spend all our time in taking care of a few people, and when the command comes, "Go into the world," say practically: "No; I cannot go. I have here a few choice cases, and I am busy keeping off the flies." There are multitudes today who have never had any Christian worker look theme in

the eye, and with earnestness in the accentuation say, "Come!" or they would

long ago have been in the kingdom. My friends, religion is either a sham or a tremendous reality. If it be a sham, let us cease to have anything to do with Christian association. If it be a reality, then great populations are on their way to the bar of God unfitted for the or-

deal, and what are we doing?

In order to teach the multitude of outsiders we must drop all technicalities

out of our religion. When we talk to

people about the hypostatic union and French encyclopedianism and erastianism and complutensianism, we are as impolitic and little understood as if a physician should talk to an ordinary patient about the pericardium and intercostal muscle and scorbutic symptoms. Many of us come out of the theological seminaries so loaded up that we take the first ten years to show our people how much we know, and the next ten years get our people to know as much as we know, and at the end find that neither of us knows anything as we ought to know. Here are hundreds of thousands of sinning, struggling and dying people who need to realize just one thing--that Jesus Christ came to save them and will save them now. But we go into a profound and elaborate definition of what justification is, and after all the work there are not outside of the learned professions 5,000 people in the United States who can tell what justification is. I will read you the definition: "Justification is purely a forensic act, the act of a judge sitting in the forum, in which the Supreme Ruler and Judge, who is accountable to none, and who

alone knows the manner in which the ends of his universal government can

best be attained, reckons that which

was done by the substitute, and not on

account of anything done by them, but purely upon account of this gracious method of reckoning, grants them the

full remission of their sins."

The Multitude of Skeptics. Now, what is justification? I will tell you what justification is. When a sinner believes, God lets him off. One summer in Connecticut I went to a large factory, and I saw over the door written the words, "No admittance." I entered and saw over the next door, "No admittance." Of course I entered. I got inside and found it a pin factory, and they were making pins, very serviceable, fine and useful pins. So the spirit of exclusiveness but practically written over the outside door of many a church, "No admittance." And if the stranger enter he finds practically written over the second door, "No admittance," and if he goes in over all the pew doors seems written, "No admittance," while the minister stands in the pulpit, hammering out his little niceties of belief, pounding out the technicalities of religion, making pins. In the most practical common sense way, and laying aside the nonessentials and the hard definitions of religion, go

out on the God given mission, telling the people what they need and when and how they can get it.

Comparatively little effort as yet has

been made to save that large class of persons in our midst called skeptics, and he who goes to work here will not be building upon another man's foundation. There is a great multitude of them. They are afraid of us and our churches, for the reason we do not know how to treat them. One of this class met Christ, and hear with what tenderness and pathos and beauty and success Christ dealt with him: "Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind, and with all thy strength.

This is the first commandment, and the

second is like to this--namely, thou shall love thy neighbor as thyself. There is no other commandment greater than this." And the scribe said to him, "Well, master, thou hast said the truth, for there is one God, and to love him

with all the heart, and all the under-

standing, and all the soul, and all the strength, is more than whole burn offerings and sacrifices." And when Jesus saw that he answered discreetly

he said unto him, "Thou art not far

from the kingdom of God." So a skep-

tic was saved in one interview. But few Christian people treat the skeptic in that way. Instead of taking hold of him with the gentle hand of love, we are apt to take him with the iron pinchers of ecclesiasticism.

You would not be so rough on that man if you knew by what process he had lost his faith in Christianity. I have known men skeptical from the fact that they grew up in houses where religion was overdone. Sunday was the most awful day of the week. They had religion driven into them with a trip hammer. They were surfeited with prayer meetings. They were stuffed and choked with catechisms. They were often told they were the worst boys the parents ever knew because they liked to ride down hill better than to read Bunyan's "Pilgrim's Progress." Whenever father and mother talked of religion, they drew down the corners of their mouth and rolled up their eyes. If any one thing will send a boy or girt to ruin sooner than another, that is it. If I had such a father and mother, I fear I should have been an infidel. When I was a boy in Sunday school, at

one time we had a teacher who, when we were not attentive, struck us over

the head with a New Testament, and there is a way of using even the Bible

so as to make it offensive.

Others were tripped up of skepticism

from being grievously wronged by some man who professed to be a Christian.

They had a partner in business who turned out to be a first class scoundrel, though a professed Christian. Many years ago they lost all faith by what happened in an oil company which was formed amid the petroleum excitement. The company owned no land, or if they did there was no sign of oil produced, but the president of the company was a Presbyterian elder, and the treasurer was an Episcopal vestryman, and one director was a Methodist class leader, and the other directors prominent members of Baptist and Congregational churches. Circulars were gotten out telling what fabulous prospects opened before this company. Innocent men and women who had a little money to invest, and that little their all, said, "I don't know anything about this company, but so many good men are at the head of it that it must be excellent, and taking stock in it must be almost as good as joining the church."

So they bought the stock and perhaps received one dividend so as to keep them still, but after awhile they found that the company had reorganized and had a different president and different treasurer and different directors. Other engagements or ill health had caused the former offices of the company, with many regrets, to resign. And all that the subscribers of that stock had to show for their investment was a beautifully ornamented certificate. Sometimes that man looking over his old papers comes across that certificate, and it is so suggestive that he feels he wants none of the religion that the presidents and trustees and directors of that oil company professed. Of course their rejection of religion on such grounds was unphilosophical and unwise. I am told that many of the United States army desert every year, and there are thousands of court martials every year. Is that anything against the United States government that swore them in? And if a soldier of Jesus Christ desert, is that anything against the Christianity which he swore to support and defend? How do you judge of the currency of a country? By a counterfeit bill? Oh, you must have patience with those who have been swindled by religious pretenders. Live in the presence of others a frank, honest, earnest Christian life, that they may be attracted to the same Saviour upon whom your hopes depend. Questions Unanswered. Remember skepticism always has some reason, good or bad, for existing. Goethe's irreligion started when the news came to Germany of the earthquake at Lisbon, Nov. 1, 1775. That 60,000 people should have perished in that earthquake and in the after rising of the Tagus so stirred his sympathies that he threw up his belief in the good-

ness of God.

Others have gone into skepticism from a natural persistence in asking the reason why. They have been fearfully stabbed of the interrogation point. There

are so many things they cannot get ex-

plained. They cannot understand the Trinity or how God can be sovereign and yet man a free agent. Neither can I. They say, "I don't understand why a good God should have let sin come into the world." Neither do I. You say, "Why was that child started in life with such disadvantages, while others have all physical and mental equipment?" I cannot tell. They go out of church on Easter morning and say, "That doctrine of the resurrection confounded me." So it is to me a mystery beyond unravelment. I understand all the processes by which men get into the dark. I know them all. I have traveled with burning feet that blistered way. The first word which most children learn to utter is, "Papa," or "Mamma," but I think the first word I ever uttered

was, "Why?" I know what it is to

have a hundred midnights pour their darkness into one hour. Such men are

not to be scoffed, but helped. Turn your

back upon a drowning man when you have the rope with which to pull him ashore, and let that woman in the third story of a house perish in the flames when you have a ladder with which to help her out and help her down, rather

than turn your back scoffingly on a skeptic whose soul is in more peril than

the bodies of those other endangered

ones possibly can be. Oh, skepticism is

a dark land. There are men in this house who would give a thousand worlds if they possessed them to get back to the placid faith of their fathers and mothers, and it is our place to help them,

and we may help them, never through

their heads, but always through their hearts. Those skeptics, when brought to Jesus, will be mightily effective, far more so than those who never examined

the evidences of Christianity.

Thomas Chalmers was once a skeptic, Robert Hall a skeptic, Robert Newton a skeptic, Christmas Evans a skeptic. But when once with strong hand they took hold of the chariot of the gospel they rolled it on with what momentum! If I address such men and women today, I throw out no scoff. I implead them by the memory of the good old days, when at their mother's knee they said, "Now I lay me down to sleep," and by those days and nights of scarlet fever in which she watched you, giving you the medicine at just the right time

and burning your pillow when it was

hot, and with hands that many years ago turned to dust soothed away your pain, and with voice that you will never hear again, unless you join her in the better country, told you to never mind, for you would feel better by and by, and by that dying couch, where she looked so pale and talked so slowly, catching her breath between the words, and you felt an awful loneliness coming over your soul--by all that I beg you to come back and take the same religion. It was good enough for her. It is good enough for you. Nay, I have a better plea than that. I plead by all the wounds and tears and blood and groans and agonies and death throes of the Son of God, who approaches you this mo-

ment with torn brow, and lacerated hand, and whipped back, and saying, "Come unto me, all ye who are weary and heavy laden, and I will give you rest."

Life Savers. Again, there is a field of usefulness but little touched occupied by those who are astray in their habits. All northern nations, like those of North America and England and Scotland--that is, in the colder climates--are devastated by alcoholism. They take the fire to keep up the warmth. In southern countries, like Arabia and Spain, the blood is so warm they are not tempted to fiery liquids. The great Roman armies never drank anything stronger than water tinged with vinegar, but under our northern climate the temptation to heating stimulants is most mighty, and millions succumb. When a man go wrong, the church drops him; the social circle drops him; good influence drops him; we all drop him. Of all the men who get off track, but few ever get on again. Near my summer residence there is a life saving station on the beach. There are all the ropes and rockets, the boats, the machinery for getting people off shipwrecks. One summer I saw there 15 or 20 men who were breakfasting after having just escaped with their lives and nothing more. Up and down our coasts are built these useful structures, and the mariners know it, and they feel that if they are driven into the breakers there will be apt from shore to come a rescue. The churches of God ought to be so many life saving stations, not so much to help those who are in smooth waters, but those who have been shipwrecked. Come, let us run out the lifeboats! And who will man them? We do not preach enough to such men. We have not enough faith in their release. Alas, if when they come to here us we are laboriously trying to skew the difference between sublapsarianism and supralapsarianism, while they have a thousand vipers of remorse and despair coiling around their immortal spirits!

The church is not chiefly for goodish sort of men whose proclivities are all right, and who could get to heaven praying and singing in their own homes. It is on the beach to help the drowning.

Those bad cases are the cases that God likes to take hold of. He can save a big sinner as well as a small sinner, and when a man calls earnestly to God for help he will go out to deliver such a one. If it were necessary, God would come down from the sky, followed by

all the artillery of of heaven and a million angels with drawn swords. Get 100 such redeemed men in each of your churches, and nothing could stand before them for such men are generally warm hearted and enthusiastic.

A Great Mission. Furthermore, the destitute children of the streets offer a field of work com-

paratively unoccupied. The uncared for

children are in the majority in most of

our cities. Their condition was well illustrated by what a boy in this city said when he was found under a cart, gnawing a bone and some one said to him, "Where do you live?" and he answered,

"Don't live nowhere, sir!" Seventy

thousand of the children of New York city can neither read nor write. When they grow up, if unreformed, they will outvote your children, and they will

govern your children. The whisky ring will hatch out other whisky rings, and

grogshops will kill with their horrid stench public sobriety, unless the church of God rises up with outstretched arms and infolds this dying population in her bosom. Public schools cannot do it. Art galleries cannot do it. Blackwell's island cannot do it. Almshouses cannot do it. New York Tombs cannot do it. Sing Sing cannot do it. People of God,

wake up to your magnificent wisdom! You can do it! Get somewhere, somehow, to work!

The Prussian cavalry mount by putting their right foot into the stirrup, while the American cavalry mount by putting their left foot into the stirrup. I don't care how you mount your war charger if you only get into this battle

for God, and get there soon, right stir-

rup, or left stirrup, or no stirrup at all.

The unoccupied fields are all around us, and why should we build on another

man's foundation?

I have heard of what was called the "thundering legion." It was in 179, a part of the Roman army to which some Christians belonged, and their prayers, it was said, were answered by thunder and lightning and hail and tempest,

which overthrew an invading army and saved the empire. And I would to God

that you could be so mighty in prayer and work that you would become a thundering legion before which the forces of sin might be routed and the gates of hell made to tremble. All aboard now on the gospel ship! If you cannot be a captain or a first mate, be a stoker or a deckhand, or ready at command to climb the ratlines. Heave away now, lads! Shake out the roofs in the foretopsail! Come, O heavenly wind, and fill the canvas! Jesus aboard will assure our safety. Jesus on the sea will beckon us forward. Jesus on the shining shore will welcome us into harbor. "And so it came to pass that they

all escaped safe to land."

TAURUS IN A NEW ROLE. Untoward Results of Substituting a Bull For a Horse In "Mazeppa."

Jim Larkin was a noted character of Cheyenne in the seventies. Larkin was one of those harmless officious fellows and had his nose into everything. There

was never a dog fight but in some way he got bitten, never a fire but he got burned, and never an accident but he

was there in time to get hurt. Larkin was something of a showman. During his residence in Cheyenne a colored tragedian filled an engagement in that city, playing "Hamlet" and "Othello."

Larkin saw in the colored man a great opportunity to make money and induced him to play "Mazeppa" using a wild bull instead of a wild horse. The tragedian fell into the idea, and rehearsals for the great event were had. The performance was given in a large hall, which was crowded to the doors. The play went off lovely until it was time for the wild bull of Tartary to be brought on, and then there was a slight hitch. The bull had suddenly become reluctant about going on the stage. Manager Larkin got behind him and gave the animal's tail a twist. It had the desired effect. The bull rushed upon the stage and tore out every foot of scenery, and then jumped off into the orchestra, landing on top of the slide trombone player. The audience stampeded and jumped through the windows and doors, and in a very few minutes the bull had everything to himself. The "Mazeppa" engagement closed that night.--Anaconda Standard.

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FAIR AND HIS WORKMEN. The Millionaire Miner's Free and Easy Way of Getting Information. Senator Fair was rarely known to discharge a miner. A parent could not have been kinder to them. Smoking was forbidden in the mines. Fair had a free and easy way of dropping down the shafts at unexpected hours and making himself agreeable. One night he smelled tobacco smoke in a crosscut. Smiling and paternal, the senator seated himself on a chunk of ore and chatted with his boys. "Dear me," he said presently, "it's really a treat to get down here among ye an away from all the business bothers on the surface. D'ye know, I'd jist like to have a smoke? Do any o' you chaps happen to have a pipe wi' you?" Miner Smith, a new hand, eagerly drew a pipe from a hole in the rock, and his millionaire friend and employer puffed away at the cutty, and when he departed left his blessing behind him. "Brown," said the senator to the superintendent half an hour later in his office, "discharge that man Smith who's workin in crosscut No. 8 on the 2,400. He's been smokin." A body of rich ore was struck in a drift, and speculative reasons made it necessary to hide the news from the public for a few days. The senator, in his flannel shirt and oilskin hat, sat down with the resting miners in the drift, and picking a piece of rock from a passing car remarked: "That's pretty good stuff. Don't you think so, boys?" There was a murmur of respectful assent from a few. "What do you think of it, Johnson?" Miner Johnson, who was acquainted with Fair's ways, examined the rock critically, shook his head and said it looked barren to him. Several others did the same. Miner Murphy, a comparative tenderfoot, saw an opportunity to distinguish himself. "That rock, sir, will go all the way from $150 to $300 a ton." "Ah," murmured the senator admiringly, "you're a miner, Murphy. You understand your business." Then to the superintendent in the office presently: "Brown, discharge Murphy from that drift. He knows too much."--Chicago Inter Ocean.

SCOUT SHAVE HEAD. AN INDIAN DUEL AT THE STANDING ROCK AGENCY. It Grew Out of a Quarrel Over a Quarter of Beef--Crooked Neck Made a Bluff and Was Called Down--Rifles at Thirty Yards and Fight to a Finish. "A duel which I witnessed in 1876 at Standing Rock agency, Dakota," said an old scout, "between Scout Shave Head and Chief Crooked Neck of the Hunkpapa Sioux was a performance that would have called for applause from the most critical audience that ever witnessed a Spanish bull fight. Shave Head, it will be remembered, was one of the Indian police who was killed while attempting the arrest of Sitting Bull in the fall of 1890. In 1876 I was interpreter and chief of scouts at Fort Yates, near Standing Rock agency, where I had 30 Sioux Indian scouts under my command, who were selected from the friendly bands and quartered at the military post with their families. The military authorities issued rations only to the scouts, while their families drew from the Indian agent. The beef was slaughtered on the east bank of the river, the Indians crossing in boats. "I usually accompanied the scouts when they went for their beef. About 150 Texas steers were killed every two weeks. These were parceled out to the several bands, beginning with the larger, who would receive 12 or 13 head as their share, the next 10 or 12, and so on to the smaller bands, who would get two or three, according to their number. Lastly, single families, not members of bands, were given beef by themselves, one steer to four families, or a quarter to each. The scouts, half breeds and squaw men were among this number. The trouble which terminated in the duel between Shave Head and Crooked Neck began over the issue of beef.

"Shave Head, Crooked Neck, Charley Pappan, a half breed, and the Widow McCarty, a squaw who had been married to a white man, were given a quarter each in the last beef issued. Shave Head, Pappan and the widow immediately began skinning the beef, when Crooked Neck approached the scout, and placing his hand on his shoulder pushed him violently aside, saying: 'You belong to the soldiers. You have no right here. Go to the fort for your beef.' "I stood not more than 50 feet away. Shave Head cast one look of defiance at his assailant and then came to me and said, pointing at Crooked Neck: 'That man has driven me away from my beef. If I was not under your command, I would know what to do, but now I await your orders. If you leave me free to act, he is not man enough to keep me away from my beef.'

"I answered that since the agent had given him a quarter of that beef it was therefore his, and he had a perfect right to take it. "'Then,' said he, 'tell that man to keep away from me.' I answered that Crooked Neck did not belong to my company, and I had no authority over him.

"'Very well,' said the scout. 'I shall take my beef,' and rejoining the others

he again offered to assist in dressing the beef, only to be again thrust away by Crooked Neck. This time he gave utterance to that savage growl which, once

heard, can never be forgotten, and climbing out of the slaughter pen on the north side, and taking his rifle from his wife, he turned to the left, coming out on that side of the corral facing the river. Crooked Neck, seizing his rifle, went out of the corral on the south side, and turning to the right the two com-

batants met face to face on the west

side of the corral. Between them was

the agency wagon, which was backed up to the fence to receive the beef. The first shot was fired by Chief Crooked Neck over the rear end of the wagon.

The driver, supposing that he was the

object of attack, frantically whipped up his mules, leaving a clear field between

the two enraged warriors, who were not

more than ten yards apart. Talk about

an Indian war dance! Here was executed a dance that surpassed anything of the kind I ever saw. Shave Head was

the more agile of the two, jumping

from side to side, rearing high in the air and again bending low down to the ground, all the time keeping his eye

fixed on his foe and his gun ready for use. The corral had been surround-

ed by not less than 1,000 Indians, men, women and children, but when the firing began they had surged to one side, leaving the space in the rear of each combatant clear.

"The second shot was again fired by Crooked Neck, but he again missed his mark, and during the instant required by him to throw another cartridge into

his piece Shave Head, who was still as a statue, took aim and fired. The ball struck Crooked Neck in the hip, which crippled him so that he had but one leg

to dance on. As soon as Shave Head fired he resumed his dancing, keeping it up until his antagonist fired again, when

he repeated his former tactics, pausing in his dance while he took aim and fired. This time he brought Crooked Neck down with a bullet through his breast. He fell forward on his face, his gun under him. His friends pressed forward, holding up their hands and calling upon the scout to desist. He had killed his

man.

"But Shave Head was determined to make it a sure thing. First pointing his gun toward the crowd to warn them back, he advanced to the prostrate Indian, and holding the muzzle of his gun within two feet of his victim fired three shots into his head. He then resumed his dancing, and facing the crowd he moved backward to the river, and leaping into a boat was rowed to the west side, where I found him later away out on the prairie performing the Indian rite for purification after shedding blood."--Cincinnati Enquirer.

TENNYSON'S FLOWERS. The Poet Makes Many References to Beautiful Blossoms In His Works.

Tennyson speaks of "a skin as clean and white as privet when it flowers," and truly the privet, with its prim leaves and small, white flowers, looks like a very Puritan for neatness and simplicity. References to the flowers of our gardens, of course, abound, and many will occur at once to the Tennyson reader. The rose and the lily play more than a commonplace part in "Maud," where indeed all the flowers are interested spectators of the drama. Passages such as A walk of roses ran from door to door, A walk of lilies crossed it to the bower, from the "Idylls," might have been written by many others, and bell flowers, though we may be grateful to Tennyson for preserving the old fashioned name "Canterbury bells," are easily

paralleled from many poets. Perhaps the beautiful line, "Love, like an Alpine

harebell, hung with tears," deserves an especial mention. He has written a poem to the snowdrop, which is styled "February Fair Maid," and it forms a fitting part of his picture of "St. Agnes' Eve," which as W. E. Henley has pointed out, is dazzlingly pure in its whiteness and a contrast to Keats' brilliantly colored poem on the same sub-

ject.

Of the early spring, with its violets, primroses and crocuses, our poet is never tired and has avowed his especial love for April, being an Elizabethan in this, as in many other things, so that it is surprising to find comparatively little mention of the daffodil. It is hardly to be found anywhere, except in "Maud" and the "Sonnet to the Nineteenth Century," "Here in this roaming moon of daffodil and crocus." Perchance Tennyson felt that it had been so fully celebrated elsewhere as to become hackneyed in spite of all its beauty.--Good Words. Heat of Incandescent Lamps. It has been shown that cotton wool, cotton cloth and black silk would be set on fire in two to six minutes if saturated with india rubber and packed around an electric glow lamp of 32 candle power, but would not take fire if not saturated with india rubber. Captain Exler has now found that a 16 candle lamp, sunk in paraffin, reaches a maximum temperature of 94 degrees C., and a 25 candle lamp 101 degrees C. (213 degrees F.). A layer of gunpowder, ecrasite or pulverulent pyroxylin was not set on fire, but when spread on wood or other material opaque to heat rays the ecrasite melted, the gunpowder lost its sulphur, and its niter melted, the pyroxylin darkened and the wood charred. With two lamps in a cavity of wood the temperature rose to 217 degrees C., still without igniting the explosives, however. The breaking of a lamp did not explode pyroxylin or gunpowder, but fired an

explosive gaseous mixture.--St. Louis Post-Dispatch.

For Bicycles. An ingenious device is for locking the steering gear for bicycles. By a turn of the key, it is stated, the front wheel of the machine can be locked in any position. If the bicycle is left standing at the side of the pavement with the steering gear locked and a thief jumps on to ride off with it, he will soon find himself in difficulties. The locking apparatus is very small. It adds but a few ounces to the weight of the machine, and unless one looked for it specially it would quite escape notice. The construction is said to be simple and cannot get out of order, and it can be made and applied at a small cost.--Invention.

Growth of the Hair.

The influence [?] the growth of hair [?]. It has been shown [?] mixtures, milk and [?]. [?] of 5 per cent [?] of 20 per cent [?] per cent of [?] from which [?] above [?] and [?] the most hair."--St. Louis Globe Democrat.

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Eggs.

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