Omaha Daily Bee Newspaper, June 30, 1895, Page 20

THE OMAHA DAILY BEE: SUNDAY, JUNE 30, 1895, at Grabriel's throat; an' pulr Gabriel kenned | from the lonely brown above could the | keep them out of the fleld until we are nae mafr.’ little cup of conventiclo be seen fn the lap | ready. They need one to draw thom into the And even as the monster shouted out the | of the hill. And on all the moor tops that | bond of obedience. They are able to fight | (@ last words—the words of the specter of his |looked every way, couching torpid and | singly, but they cannot fight together." vislon—Gash Gabriel seemed to us to dilate | drowsed in the hot sum; were to be seen the No matter,” sald the other, “they will | (@ and lean forward as If to spring upon us. | sentinels, pacing the heather like watchmen | stand us in good stead one day when the The wild fire reeled about as though the ele- | on the going round and telling the towers of | prince safls over. The Seven Thousand shail | (@ ments were drunken, and Wat and I fairly | Zion, the sun flashing on their spikes and | be our mainstay in that day, not in Scot ® turned and fled, shouting insanely with terror | musket barrels as they turned sharply like | 1and only, but in Britain." | ° AG |F|GE (@ NN ®eoee 000000 a5 we ran, leaving the stricken witch with | well-disciplined men. By this I gueesed that these two were the faco of blood, and that mischapen elt | The only opening was to the southwest, | officers of the prince of Orange, sent over to raving and shouting on the hillside—these | but even there only the distant hills of Col- | see If the time were yet ripe. two alone midnight in the “Nick of the | monell looked in, blue and serene. Down | Meanwhile the meeting proceeded to the | (@ * SACRIFICE (Copyright, 1895, by 6. R CHAPTER XXIV.—Concluded, ‘Wat bhad just arrived with my mother and MNttle Margaret of Glenvernock, who, winding herself about her heart, had become as her own child to her, They were weary and in need of rest, but when I had told my new and tho warning 1 had gotten from Gash Gabriel in the fearsome precinets of tho hu of Corplicht Kae, ev ne felt the need cf at once forsaking tie hut and betaking our- selves to Cove t k, which, If not s pleasant or comm , was at least far moro safe. So we loaded ourselves with Hugh Kerr' meal, and the litle bits of things that th lagges had gathered about them or brought with them. My mother carried only an oaken s'aff in her hand and her beloved sil- ver £poon (with * y Hop2" on it in antique letters), which her father had given her for her own wheu she learned to read, and first took her place at the table above the salt. “0 what wad he hae said that was Lord Président of Session in his time, gin he had seen me lin ower the heather wi' my coat kilted in my auld age?” my mother cried out once when we hurried her, for she had ever & great notlon of her lineage, though indeed the Hopes are nothing to compare with the Gordons for antiguity or distinction. “I think your father was ‘at the horn' mair nor yince himsel' mither,” sald I, remember- ing certain daffing talk of my father's. “Aye, and that is just as true” sall my mother, reconciling herself to her position, “forbye the wife aye wears the cockade of her lord."” 1 thought of my Lady of Lochinvar, and harkened to Wat talking low to Kat¢ Me- Ghie. But I kept my mother by my side, and left Malsie Lennox to herself, remem- bering the fifth commandment, and know- ing likewise that it would please Malsie best If T took care of my mother. Thus we came to Cove Macaterick. Now the cove Is not wet and chill, as al- most all sea caves are, where the water stands on_the floor and drips from every crevice. But it was at least fairly dry, it oot warm, and had been roughly laid with wood dug from the flowes, not squared at all, but only filled in with heather tops till the floor stic like the carpets of Whitehall. There was, ag 1 have sald, an Inner<and ansouter cave, one opening out of the otlier each apartment being about sixteen feet every way, but much more toward the roof. And so it remained till late years, when as I hear from the herd of the Shalloch, the rocks of the Gairy face seem to have settled more down upon them ves, and so con- tracted the space. But the cave remains to this day on the back hill of the Star over the waters of Loch Macaterick. The place Is very lonely. Only the whaups and the mountain sheep cry there, as they did in our hiding times, ‘We gave the Inner (and higher) room to the women folk, and divided the space with & plaid hung up in the space which formed t doorway. We found Anton Lennox much recovered, but still very weak and pale. He sat propped up on his heather bed against the side of the cave, even when it was too dark to see, 28 {t mostly was, his great sword leaning against the wall by his side. need not tell of the joy there was when Majsle Lennox greeted her father, and we that had been so scattered drew together snce more. But as gcon as I had told Wat of the happenings at the hut of Corplicht Kate, nothing would serve him but we must #et out and try and intercept her from ful- filling her mission. Our trall from the bower umong the trees was fresh and might be followed. Wat determined at all costs to turn the witch, and, having brought her tc her house, to keep a watch upon her there, at least il the rain had washed away our tracks down the mountaln side, and con- fused them among the moss-hags, 8o, leaving most unwillingly the snug and sheltered place of Cove Macaterick, we Btepped out into the gloomy and threatening night. The fire still flickered, and the thun- der rolled continuously, but the rain held off. The natural had mentioned that his mother was making over the hill to Straiton, where for the time being Mardrochat, the informer, dwelt, and where was a troop of horse for the overawing of the country. ‘We decided that we should take our course In that direction, past Peden's hut, where * the great wanderer nad abode so often. It Wwas an uncanny night, but we stumbled along, now falling intc moss-hags aimost to the walst, scrambling out again, and so on without a word of complaining. Wat's at- tire was not now such as that which he had ’al'm:‘do l.:l ;l;!(; my Lady Wellwood, It was X ut hodden gray and a checked plai like the rest. Py ~ Bo we mounted shoulder after shoulder of hea hery hillside, like ves-els that speed over less Dillows of the sea against a head The thunder cloud which seemed to d upen the outer circles of the hills and ar grumbled uearer and nearer. Not sel- fom there came a flerce, white, whimpling Bash, and the mountains seemed ready to burn up In the glare. Then darkness blacker than ever, and the thunder shaking the world as though It had been a housepla " with skellets and pans clattering on the wall, had been walking for some time, bea breast to the brae all the time, leaning d a8 & horse leans to its collar, We In time near to the height of the pass. e could not see a yard before us, but we the ground begin to level in front; and ! we were in the throat of the defile with hills black above us on elther side. nly there was a terrible white flash of , brighter and longer continued any we had seen. The air seemed to n:.‘p ck of indigo, The thunder tore h without ceasing. Flash followed flash; Immediately before ue on a hil- #aw a wonderous sight. There sat lel, the idiot, crouched squat like e head of & woman who lay with L her arms stralght at her sides, as though stretched for burial, As we stood {lluminated against the murky blackness of the pass the monstrous thing aught sight of us and waved his hands dancin it seemed, upon spindies of legs How he had come so far and so swiftly on uch a night I cannot tell. But without doubt there he was on the highest rock of the pass with the dead woman stretched at s feet, and the fitful blue gleam of the lightning playing all about him. It was not L comely or 6 o sight. “‘Come ' cried the idiot lad wavering above us as though he were dancingin_the reek of the pit, “and see wha Yon has » to my mither. ve telled her how it wad _be. It does ma good to strive wi' Yon. Yon can ge ye your paiks 0 brave and easy. But my mither, she wad never hear reason, and so there she lies, streeked on the ‘Nick o' the Dead You has riven the life frae my and we saw a strange sight that shook our nerves more than the thunder. A woman of desperately evil countenance lay looking up past us, her eyes fixed with an expres. sion of bifter wrath and scorn upon the black heave Her face and hands were of a deep crimson color, either by the visitation of God or by the flickering flame of wildfira that played about Gash Gabriel surveyed the sight with a kind of satisfaction. He went herpling about it round and round. He squatted with crossed legs at its head. “What think ye o' that?" he asked. “That's my mither. She's near as bonny as me, think ye no? Yon micht hae made her bonnier to look at in He was to be o ill to her. And he crouched still lower down again, and took the terrible scarlet-stained face and neck on his kn:es, “Mither! mither!” he wailed, “aye telled ye it wad come to this—mockin' Yon disna do. A wee while maybe He lets ye gang on; but no for lang! You can bide His time, and juist when ye are crawlin’ croose and 'thinkin' on how blythe and_canty ye are—blaft! like a flaught o' fire—Yon comes upon ye, and where are y He ‘took a long and apparently well-s fled look at his moth “There yo are, an’ by my faith ye are no bonny, mither o' mine. I telled "ye what it wad be afore Yon had dune wi' ye.” It chilled our blood to hear the twisted being cry out thus upon the mother that bore’ him. He seemed even pleased that what he had foretold had come to We stood, Wat and I, in silent amaze be Nim, as the storm continued to blare till all above us seemed but the mouth of a great black trumpat. Sometimes we seemed to be in a large place, ribb:d and raftered with roaring sound, upholstered with pale violet and blue lightning flashes; and then again the next moment we were shut within a tent of v vet blackness like a pall, with only the cchoes of the war of the midnight rolling away bick among the hills. There seemed no God or Pity abroad that night to look after puir muir-wandered foik, but only mocking devils that rode on the horses of the pit. “Come awa hame, Gabriel,” said I, “ye can do her little good. I fear she's by wi' ity ‘By wi' it!” quoth the Natural, fleeringly. a, only beginning wi' it. D'ye no ken, hill-man-wi'-the-hirpling-leg, that Yon has gotten her. I see her stannin’ afore Yon, wi' her face like red fire, a black lie in her mouth and ll-intent in her heart. For, as the tree falls, so doth it lie.” The fmp seemed to have gotten the words at some field-preaching. k ye I didna warn her?’ he went Yon, braw chlel, ye hae gotten you n' this nicht. Meddle na wi' Yon neither dare Him to his face lest He be angry, for He can so easily set His heer on ye.' He stroked the hair off the dead woman's brow with a hand that looked like a hairy an’ ye were'na sic and il mither to me, though you selled yourzel' to Ye- Ken-Wha! Whatna steer there is aboot the soul o' a puir auld body. Hear tih s And he waved his hands to the four airts of heaven, and called us to hearken to the hills shaking themselves to places. *Siccan a steer aboot a puir feckless auld woman geun to her ain place! I wonder Yon 1y not ashamed o' himsel't” And the twisted man-thing put his hands to his brow and pressed the palms upon his eyes, as if to shut out the unceasing pulsing of the lightning and the roar of the anger of God breaking up on the moun- tains. ““Sae muckle for sae little—an’ after a’ nae pleasure in the thing! I dinna see what there is in the Black Man's service to mak’ sicean a brag aboot. Gin ye sup tasty Kail wi’ him in the fore nicht, he aye caa’s rocnd wi' the lawin' i’ the mornin't Losh! Losh! Sae muckle for sae little, T e I will cut oot the three marks that my mither made on me, and gang doon to Peden at the Skalloch. I want nae mair sic wark as this! Na, though I was born wi' the k Man's livery on me! Preserve us! This is as fearsome as that year there was nae meat in the hoose, and Gabriel brocht some back, and brocht if, and brocht it even as It was needed, and Kate o' the Corplicht she readied it and asked nae questions. But only tearin' belly-hunger gied us strength to eat that awesome meat. An @' the nelghbors died of starvation, Ton- ske:n and the Stav an' the bouny Hill o' the Buss, a' save GIb and his mither, their leovin' lanes. But yae nicht Yon sent Gabriel's s'in to find him oot; or maybe the Black Thing gat lowse, for (hat it was his hour. ‘And puir Gabriel gat a terrible fricht that nicht. “Wad ye like to hear? Aweel, puir Gabriel was lylug on his bed up that stair, an’ what think ye there cam to him!" He paused and looked at us with a coun- tenance o blanched and terrible that we had almost turned and ran, for the lightning played upon it until it seemed to glow with an unholy light, and that not fromi without, but from within. It was the most terrible thing to be alone with such a living creature. and such a dead woman in the lonesome place he had called the “Nick of the Dead Wife." What with the chattering of our testh and the flicker of the fir2, the old dead witch seemed to rise and nod at us, So Gabriel, pulr man, lay and listened in his naked bed, for he had gotteu his fill that nicht, though' a' the lave were hungry, an' that o' his ain providin’. But as he lay he heard a step come to the door, an’ the sneck litted, an' a foot that wasna his mither's came’ into the passage, dunt-duntin’ like a lameter herplin’ on two staves! “An' then there cam a hard footstep on the stair, and a rattle o' fearsome-like soonds, as the thing cam up the ladder. Gabriel kenned na what it micht be. An' whan the door opened an' the man wi' the wooden feet cam in—preserve me, but he was a okin' tyke. Whaur cam ye frae? sall Gabriel, “‘Frae the grave!’ says he. He hadna muckle to say, but his e'en war like gimblets. * ‘What mak's your e'en sae white an' deep?’ ““The grave! says he. He hadna muckle to say, but he spak’ dourey than ever. ‘What mak’s ye lauch sae wide at pulr Gabrle * “Phe grave,' says he. He hadna muckle to say, but he steppit to the bedsid * ‘What made that great muckle hole in your sids 'You made (tI' crled the ghalst, loupin’ “Aye, rin, rin,* we heard him call after us, “Rin fast and Yon will no catch ye—till it Is your hour!" 1 1 aid run in earnest, out in our terror, now w getting up, then falling to again withou! single word, r we seemed to run into the sheeted n, for where we had been only the blu dry fire hud ringed pis, but here we ran into the downpour as though the fountains of the deep of heaven were broken up and wer falling in a white epate upon the world We were more wet, weary, and terrified more than we had ever been in our {ive before we reached the hermitage of the cave of Macaterick. There we found the womer walting for us, listening to the roar with out, and hearkening in the lown blinks to Auld Anton Lennox praying, while the lightning seemed to run into the cave end shine on the blade of the sword he held in his right hand. So we etripped our wet clothes and lay in the outer plaes all the night, where there was a of red peots and the women withdrew themselves into their inner sanctuary. I could = th anxiety in thelr eyes when we came in, for in ‘our faces. But without any agreenent between ourselves Wat and 1 silently re- solved that we should not acquaint a7y of the party with the judgments of thit nig CHAPTER XXV A DESIRABLE GENERAL A ITING. The morning dawned colder and more chilly. The catch of the autumn of the year was in the air, and it was'shrewlly ccld till the sun looked over the hills i ist This was the great day of the %ocieties’ general meeting, which had been <ummoned in the wilds of Shalloch on Minnoch, white rime of frost lying on the grass and making gray the leaves of the trees, the day of the great conventicle was one of great and luring heat. My mother was set to go and Kate McGhie also. Wat must accom which I behoved to read. With Anton Len- stout of heart even In sickness, abode ss Maisle Lennox, of whom (though I looked to be back on the morrow), I took leave with sorrow and a heavy and sinking heart. For us that were used to making a herd's track across the hills, it was not a long step over the moors to the foot of the Graigfacie came hot-fcot over the Rig of | they could not but s-e the ghastly terrcr| Though the morn dawned caller, with a | green, wet Leather, and stretches of yellow bent. What was most surprising in this assembly cealment. From every quarter, up from the | green meadows of the Minnoch valley, over the scaurs of the Straiton hills, down paet the craigs of Craigfacle, over from the deep of Carsphairn, streams of men came walking and riding. The sun glinted on their dimples of light could not have bren missed, for they caught the sun and flecked the heather, as when one looks upon a sparkling sea with the sun rising over it, when each wave carries fts own glint of light with it upon its crest, As T Jooked the heart within me became glad with a great joy. 8o long had we hidden and run like hares that we had forgotten that ere were so many in the lik only neecing drawing together to be the one power in_the land. But the time was not yet I asked of a dark, long-haired man who stood near us what was the meaning of such a gathering. He looked at me with a kind of The Seven Thousand!” he said; “ken ye t the Seven Thousand upon the hiils of land that never bowed th to Baal?” ‘Pardon me, friel said 1, “but long hid- ng on the mountaing has n me | ant But who are t oven Thousand “Have ye indeed hidden on the mountain and ken not that. Did ye never hear of them that wait for the time appointed?” I told him no. “Then,” eaid he, “who may you be that kens €0 little I said that I was William Gordon, younger son_of the persecuted house of the Gordons of Barlstoun. “Oh, the Bull's brother! said he shortly. | and turned him about to go away. But Spit- | fire Wat was at his elbow, and took the dark man by the elbow, presently halted him, and pany them, and I had a letter from Groningen | span him round so that he faced us. Who are you that speaks so lightly of my | cousin of Barlstoun?" he asked. { I think that Wat had forgott at he was | not_now among his cavalier blales, who are |ready to do them justice, put every pot- | house quarrel to the arbitrament of the sword, which is in fact a better way than | dispute and the strife of tongues. | The dark man smiled. *Ye are hot, young sir,” he eaid. “These manners better befit | the guardroom of Rob Grier of Lag than a HE TOOK THE TERRIBLE SCARL! TAINED FACE AND NECK ON HIS K of Shalloch, where the general meeting of the Societies was to take place. But it was a harder matter with my mothe a peat brow, and gs we passel Tonskeen, far from man and very quiet with GoJ, I ran to get her a staff, which the shepherd’s good wife gladly gave. For there was little that would be “refused to a wanderer in these parts when on his way to a Societies’ meel- ing. Loch Macaterick behind, and tock our way for the rocky clint, up which we had to climb. We went by the rocks that are called the Rig of Carclach, where there is a pass less steep, to the long, wild moor of the Shalloch-on-Minnoch. It was a weary job getting my mother up the face of the gairy, for she had so many Knick-knacks to carry and so many observes to make. But when we got to the broad plain top of the Shallock Hill it was easier to go, though at first the ground was boggy, so that we tock off our stockings and kept on the dyrest part. We left the burn of Knocklach on our left, playing at keek-bogle among the heather and bent, now standing stagnant in pools, now rindling clear over slaty stones, and again disappearing altogether like a hunted covenanter. As soon as we came over the brow w could see the folk zathe-ing. It was wond ful to see them. Little black dots movel across the green meadows in whi*h the faim- steading of the Shalloch-on Minacen “as set —a cherry little house, thatched and with a pew of blue smoke from its chimney telling of cheer and warm hearts within. Over the short brown heather of the ‘ops ike wander- ers game, as we were d.ing omsees past the lonely trees at the Rowantree, by the hillside track to Straiton, up the little runlet banks where the heather was blushing purple, they wended their ways all toward there was a thick cloud cf folk under the rickle of stones that runs slidingly down from the steep brow of Craigfacle. As we drew nearer we could see the not able Session Stone, a broad, flat stone over hanging the little pourie burn that tinkles bone white in the glare of the autumn sun. eye-taking glorious beauty of the glen of Trool, but it looked a Sabbath land of benediction and peace that day of the great Socleties’ meeting. Upon the Session Stone the elders were met, mostly white-headed men with dinted and’ furrowed faces, bowed and broken by long sojourning among the moss hags and the caves. When we came to the place we found the folk gathering for prayer before the confer- ence of the chosen delegates of the societies. The women sat on plaids that had been folded for comfort. Opposite the Session Stone was a wide heathery amphitheater, where, as on tiers of seats, rows of men and women could sit and listen to the preachers. The burnie's voice filied up the breaks in the speech, as it ran small and black, with the drouth under the hollow of the bank. For the rain and storm of the night had not reached this side of the hill. 1 sat down on a lichened stone and looked at the grave, well-armed men that gathered fast about the Session Stone, and on th side of the wa It was a fitting place for such & gathering, for only She needed help over every little brink of | where there s a herd's house in the wild, | We left the strange, unsmiling face of | one place In the hollow. There already | gathering of the Seven Thousand. But since ye ask my name, I am poor, unworthy Robin Hamilton, on whom the Lord hath set his hand."” Then we knew that this was Sir Robert Hamilton, who, with my brother Sandy, had been the ‘Socieities' commissioner to the low countries, and was here at Shelloch-on-Min- noch to defend his action. Brother of Jean Hamilton, Sandy’s wife, he was, and of a yet more sombre piety. Then though 1 knew that he had been the rock on which the Covenant had split at Bothwell, acd a stone of stumbling in her counsels ever since, yet because he looked 20 weary and broken with toil, travels and watchings that my heart could not but go out to him. As I looked aud said nothing a more kindly light came into his eyes as he looked at Wat “Ye will be Black Bess of Lochinvar's son —a tacked-on Covenant man. But a kindly lad for all ye are so brisk with your tongue and ready with your blade. I have seen the day when it would have dome me a pleasure to step out with you, in days that were full of the pride of the flesh. I do not blame you I fight first and ask why after, is the Gordon all over, but do not forget ‘that this day here on the wild side of the Shalloch-on-Min noch, there are a thousand gentlemen of as good blood as your own. Homespua clott and herd's plaidies cover many a man of ancient name thie day, that never thought to find himself In arms against the king, sav even for the truth's sake.” Robert Hamilton spoke with such an air of dignity and sadness that Wat lifted his hand to his blue bonnet in token that he wa pacified, and with a kindiy nod the stranger turned among the throng that now filled all about the place of meeting. It was a wonderful sight and made our hearts beat high only to lock upon it. Upon | the Session Stone twelve men stood, with heads bared to the flerce heat of the sun two, only a lad of pale and girlish faca with sweet eyes and towering above him th d raven locks of Sir Robert Hamlilton » were the commissioners of districts, all 1 elders At one side was a little table brought from the b: of the Shaliock and lingers among the slaty rocks, shining [and a man sat at it bu writing. By a curious sword cut across his cheek I knew I never saw a fairer place, for the helghts | him for Michael Shields, the clerk and his- about are good for sheep, and all the other | torfan of the United Societie hills withdrawn and distant. It has not the | | guard of 200 horse, and the tossing bits and Behind upon the hillside was drawn up a Jingling accoutrements made a pleasent sound to me that loved such things, which were mostly the portion of our enemies. The wide amphitheater opposite to the Session Ston. was chiefly occupled by the women and elder men, who, as I have sald, sat upon plaids spréad upon the bank. hind these again, upon the gently of the Shalloch hill, was a nobl that made me gasp for gladness any behind com- pany were ranked the men whom Robert Hamilton had called the Seven Thousand. There were officers on their flanks, on whose drawn swords the sun glittered, and though there was no uniformity of dress there was | in every bonnet the blue favor of the Cove- nant. Their formation was so steady and thelr numbers so large that the whole hill- side seemed covered with their regiments. Looking back over the years, I think we | might have risked a Dunkeld before the time with such an ordered host 1 heard one speaking in the French lan- guage at my elbow and looked' about me, whereupon 1 spled two men who had been walking to and fro among the companies. But all this will do little good for a little,” sald one of the speakers, ‘‘We must B was the entire absence of anything like con- | war gear. Had there b a trooper within | miles uponm any of the circle of hills the | pity, and 1 saw the enthusiasm flash from | All of them were gr ded men saving | Dead Wite. in the hollow there wae a glint of melancholy | voice of prayer and the solemn throb of Loch Moan, lying all abroad among Its | pealmody. It was a great and gracious thing to hear the swell of praise that went up trom that hillside from the men that had wor- shiped in the way of silence and in private | because they dared no other for many weary months, (To be Continued.) et THE CLOWN'S BABY. Y\.lnv:'nwl Vandegrift in the Argonaut It wils out on the western frontier, The misers, rugged and brown, Were gathered around the posters, . The circus had come to town! The great tent shown in the darkness, Lik wonderful palace of light, And rough men crowded the entra WS COn’t come every night! Not a woman's face among them; Many a face that was bad, And some that were only vacant, And some that were very sad. And behind a canvas curtain, In a corner of the plac The clown, with chalk and vermilion, Was maKing up his face, A _weary-looking woman, With a smile that still was sweet, Sewed on a little garment With a cradle at her feet, Pantaloon stood ready and walting; It was time for the going on; But the cl 1 vain searched wildly, The “prop baby™ was gone, He murmu impatiently huntin: SI's stra that I cannot find; There! I'v ked in every cors It must b hehind! The miners were stamping and shouting, They were not very patient men; The clown bent over the cradl “I must take you, little Hen! The mother started and shivered, But trouble and wast were near; She lifted her baby gently You'll be_very careful, de o You foolish darling! How tenderly it H While i smile’shone through the chalk and paint “Plove each hair of his head!” noise rose into an uproar, Misrule for the time was king; The clown, with a foolish chuckle, Bolted into the ring. But as, with a squeak and flourish, The fiddtes closed their tune, “Youll hold him as if he was mufe of glass!™ Said the clown to pantaloon, The jovial fellow nodde: “I've a couple myself,” he said “I know how to handle 'em, bless you! 0id fellow, go ahead!" The fun gréw fast and furious, And not one of all the crowd Had guessed that the buby was alive, When he suddenly laughed aloud. Oh, that baby laugh! it was echoed from the benches with a ri: And the roughest customer there sprang up With, “Bove’ it's the real thing!" The ring was fammed in a minute, t a man that did not strive hot at holding the baby,” he baby that was “alive!” He was thronged by knecling suitors In the midst of the dusty rir And he held his court right royally, he fair little baby King, Till one of the shouting courtic A man with a cold, hard face, The talk for miles of the country, And the terror of the place. Raised the little king to his shoulder, chuckled, at that!” clutched his hair, and gol¢ o € not alwiys penniless Because they don't wear coats, And then, “Three ch 1 tell vou those che And the Wa ugh to And. then there was sud And a_gruff old mine “Come, boys, ensugh o his rumpus! It's time it was put to bed. S0, looking a little shecpish But with The audience, somewhat ling FFlocked out into the night. And the bold-faced leader chuckled: H Y game Boys, that was a show that paid ! OBJECT TO THE ENDEAVORERS. Thele Activity ‘aid to Ue Distastefal to the Orthodox, Some old-fashioned Presbyterians, and especially many of the older men of the ministry, says the New York Sun, look with distrust upon the growth in numbers ond power of the Christian Endeavor society. It is the boast of American Presbyterians that their church has a republican form of govern- ment, but the influence of the clergy and the elders has hitherto been exceedingly strong in this ecclesiastica republic, and the Christian Endeavor societies form an inde pendent body within the church entirely b yond the official control of the governing officers. The members of the society are mostly young persons, and they refuse, as a body, to recognize the authority of the se: sion, though, as individual church mem- bers, they are of course clearly under its authority. The more aggressive of the Christian En- deavor societies have in some Instances un- dertaken to dictate to the whole congreg tion, and they have often insisted upon the calling of a young minister rather than an old one. There have been some striking instances of the sort in Pennsylvania, where the Christian Endeavor organization {s strong. The Christian Endeavor socleties are active In church affairs, and the pledge of each member on joining the organization is to further the upbuilding of the church and be faithful in attendance upon the services. The movement is pre-eminently one of the youth of the church, and Las often worked to the injury of old pastors, so that some of the old men go so fat as to speak of it as threatening the unity of the church. One thing that makes the active champlon- ship of young men by the Christian Endeavor socletles distasteful to the older clergy is the fact that 700 ministers in the Northern Presbyterian church are without charges. This is about 14 per cent of the whole clerical body. There is no systematic method of bringing pastorless churches and unem- ployed ministers into communication with each other, and as the power of appointment to pastorates lies with the individual con- gregations and not with any ce a v, th difficulties presented by the pulpits and idle ministers are very great The Christian Endeavor socleties seek to fill the vacant pulpits with young men, to the exclusion of unemployed old men, and the theological seminaries all over the north, en In number, exclusive of excommuni- | ated Unlon, are busy turnipg out hundreds of new ministers h year to compete for places with the 700 already idle presbyteries incline to discourage the li ing of young men while so many old pastors are idle, and there is a small body of men in the church that look with jealousy upon the education fund, which is designed to help through college and the theological seminaries young men seeking to enter the ministry he Methodist church, foreseeing the pos- sible danger of a strong body of young church members, organized independently the governing body, keeps the Epworth league, which is the strong organization of young Methodists, carefully under the author- ity of the church. Some Presbyterians be- lieve that the safety of the church demands the subjectiop of the Christian Endeavor societies to (he authority of the church. The soclety, as a whole, is not denomina- tional, but includes members drawn from several Protestant denominations, including the Methodist as well as the Presbyterian, but the local organizations are connected with individual churches The last general assembly of the Northern Presbyterian church appointed a committee to investigate the matter of youwng people's assoclations, and if this committee does what the older men hope, it will overhaul the question of the Christian Endeavor socleties. The re- port, it favorable to bringing the societies under the church authorit may cause con- siderable trouble; and, indeed, whatever is recommended touching the society will prob- ably provoke warm discuscion, as many of the younger ministers are zealous friends of the young people’s movement. A pure article of champagne is a healthy beverage. 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