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T H E E v E NI N ‘G GA z E“
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THE LORD’S FARM if“
rsay he' (1 leave the place or live like
iT IS IN JERSEY AND AN ASYLUM FOP
THE OPPRESSED.
The Messiah Presides Over the Queer Col-
ony, the members of which Practice the
most Rigid Religious Discipline—Not
a Dollar in the World, but Happy.
A long-haired, out—of—door Evangel-
istsuddenly appeared eight years ago
near the classic regions of Hackensack,
N. J. The new preacher could not fail
to attract muchattention. He was pe-
culiar in appearance. His long, c'url-
ing hair parted in the middle, and his
unshaven beard and'large; eager, wist-
ful eyes caused the most casual passer—
by to acknowledge‘a certainlikeness
to the best-known pictures of the great
His oratory was rude but wonder-
fully magnetic. He spoke in words
that appealed to men and women
equally. He told in homely but glow-
ing language the story of his own
past life of sin, of his conviction and
of his conversion.
THE MESSIAH.
.He claimed to have seen visions, and
declared that the Lord directed him in
all he said and did. He entreated the
people to be saved, and with tears
prayed for their conversion.
Village folk flocked to see and hear.
The new prophet, possibly by his
strange and tremendous will—power‘
but, as he claimed, by the grace of
God—performed some truly remark-
able cures by the laying on of hands.
Presently he was chosen leader of a
number of the Jerseyite audiences, and
finally an entire household—that of
Herman Storms, a farmer who suc-
cumbed to his doctrines.
The homestead of the Storms family
is at presen-t' known as the Lord’s
Farm, and here the man, who is called
the New Messiah, lives with his dis-
ciples, both men and women, and, at
the end of seven years and of incred-
ible persecutions, peaceably follows
out his peculiar doctrines. . ,
Driving up to the farm,,the reporter
was met by the Messiah himself and
the two principal women of the so-
ciety.
“Thee are welcome, friend,” said
Mnason, “though thee be a stranger.
Will thee come inside?” -
The younger woman also spoke, say-
ing for the other; “This be Phoebe,
friend, and I be Blandina. Thee are
welcome.”
The Messiah, whenasked the object
of the community, after a little urging
and a promise not to misinterpret his
statements, said:
“I was convicted of sin in New York
City about ten years ago. I had led
a very fast life—in fact, I was busy
most of the time keeping within the
law and out of the hands of the police.
I never was arrested, though.
“I wandered into a Methodist revival
meeting one night. I thought it was a
police court. It was in a place in
Sixth avenue, near Thirtieth street.
The minister was talking plain truths.
I didn’t like them. They fitted me too
well. I got out, but the next night I
went there again, and the third night
I went up to be prayed for. That was
the most awful night I ever passed. I
knew I had got to go on the Lor d‘s
side, and I knew I’d have to starve
most likely when I did. I kept saying
to myself, ‘I’ve got to do this thing,
and it means that I’ve got to get out
of business,’ for I had never earned an
honest dollar in my life.
“I had my first vision that night. I
saw the Lord, and he spoke to me. I
saw the devil and he spoke to me. I
saw heav en and I saw hell, and I chose
heaven and the Lord. ”
“Praise the Lord!” quoth Phoebe
from the old sofa. “The Lord’s name
be praised for ever more!” ejaculated
Blandina. Both women. looked with
rapturous eyes meanwhile at the Mes-
siah.
,“I nearly starvec,” continued Mnac
sun. “I suffered terribly. I had no
place to go. I slept in the streets. The
Lord chastened me, but I needed it,
and I was in His holy hands. Praise
the Lord forever!” he said with the
.1tmost fervor, and once more the wo-
men in unison repeated, “Praise the
Lord!”
“I took to expounding the Word,”
ontinued the Messiah, “because the
10rd told me to. I wandered about
rom one place to the other.
now anything about farming, but the
.ord told me to till the soil, so I did it.
came over to Jersey. . I’d get a day’s
vork in one place or the other, and at
night I’d preach in the village streets
or in the fields, wherever I could find
any one to listen. Finally I reached
‘Park- Ridge, N. J. The Methodist min-
He asked me to come
I did. We conducted
Phoebe here was saved
ister heard me.
and assist him.
a,big revival.
at that time.”
“Praise the Lord!” said Phoebe.
“We have nothing ourselves. This
farm hasbeen given by us to the Lord.
We work it to the best of our ability.
We have been greatly persecuted by
people who did not understand us, but
we have never retaliated.”
“They took Mnason," cried Phoebe,
looking at him with all pity, “and beat
5 him. They knocked him down, cutoff
‘ honest.
I didn’t '
his hair and beard and nearly drowned. ‘ ' "
him in the creek,- trying to make him
other people, and he wouldn’t even ap-
pear against his persecutors when they
were arrested by the police. We had
meetings, and because we sang and
talked and shut the doors and windows, 1 . 3.,
they arrested us all and sent us to jail
for keeping a disorderly house. They
called us angel dancers because they
saw shadows through the window cur-
tains. By the old blue laws of New
Jersey, it's keeping a disorderly hous
to make an unusual noise, so they ar-
rested us all. '
“We would not defend ourselves, so
we went to court and were convicted
and were a year apiece in the Hacken-
sack jail. ”
“Yes, praise the Lord! Now let His
name‘ be praised, ” almost shouted
Mnason, “for he allowed us to be per-
secuted as His apostles were for His
sake. We are the followers of the
meek and lowly On-e whose pillow was
a stone and whose only luggage was a
cross. We were happy in jail the
Sheriff is our friend.
“Why, I kept the keys. I used to get
' up every morning and open the jail for
the Sheriff,” continued Mnason. “Phoe-
be did all the cooking for his family.
We prayed and praised the Lord day
and night in jail, and the Sheriff’s peo-
ple learned to understand us and are
our firm friends. We all go when we
can spare the Lord’s time and visit
the Sheriff. When our imprisonment
was over we came back.. We hadn’t a.
cent, nor a mouthful of food, nor a
bit of fuel.
“The neighbors gave us work, and
now we have got six horses in our
barns and some fine new farm ma- ‘
ohinery. We are all well and the
Lord’s people have been taken care if.
Any man. woman or child can come
to the Lord’s Farm at any hour of the
day or night—to stay an hour or a
year, or forever; they will share in
every way with us—food, clothes, our
life, just as it is. If they are able to
work, we invite them to do so. If they
do not wish to work, why, they may
remain idle and we will work for them
and serve them. They never let us do
so for long. They ,work this farm,
and are running eight other neighbor-
,ing ones on shares. We do not work
for money. We haven’t a dollar, sep-
arately or collectively, in the world.
We trade produce for everything. We
eat neither ,meat nor fish, nor anything
that entails the destruction of life. The
Lord gave life. He only has the right
to destroy it. Sometimes out family
is so large that we have to make up
beds on the floors.
were twenty-eight souls here! We
may be as we are at present—seven
teen to-night—and to-morrow morning
find that severalfriends have arrived
during the night. We have two set-
tees here that make comfortable beds
for those that come while we are
asleep, and the chambers upstairs are,
as thee shall see, very neat and with
good, comfortable beds.”
“If, now." said Phoebe, with tre-
mendous meaning‘in the word, “thee
are a newspaper reperter, I do beg
of thee, write of us as we are.”
The blue eyes were full of tears, the
thin, worn hands were clasped in en-
treaty, and the reporter promised.
Phoebe begged the reporter to stop
.to supper, which was ready, and con-
is-ted of bread baked by “John the
Baptist,” whowas formerly a baker;
a huge strawberry Shortcake, besides
a large bowl of oatmeal and some
boiled potatoes.
Unlike any other of the modern Mes-
siahs, Muason declines every and all
luxuries, is more abstemious 1n his
diet than his disciples, and, it is said
does by far the most fatiguing work
on the farm. He is regarded almost
with awe by the villagers because his
horses will obey his slightest word,
and he never permits a cross word
spoken to man or beast in his hearing.
When asked if there were not a
number of tramps constantly imposing
upon them. Mnason replied: “We
take in tramps as well as anything
else. God made all men in His image.
I’ve got nothing to do with them be-
fore they enter this gate. If they want
shelter and food, or clothes, why, we
give it to them in the name of the
Lord. If they are willing to work, all
is well. If they are lazy, why, we each
share in the extra work they make and
wait upon them. Often they are tor—-
ribly nervous from drink and tobacco;
of course they cannot get that here.
Vie have four dear friends here now
whohave been with us nearly a year.
They were broken down from drink,
and for a good. while they were fear-V
fully shaky and upset; but, the Lord’s
name be praised! they are both well
and strong now and hard workers and
happy.”
Inquiries at Hillsdale resulted in
tales of the heroism and kindness of
the Lord’s Farm people; One of the
owners of a large farm worked on
shares by the Lord's Farm people said:
“I never think of having a written con-
tract with them. To the last potato
or ear of corn, they are scrupulously
They do a better day’s work
and a longer one than ever has been
done in this vicinity. They never ill-
treat anything live or still. They
never even leave a stone in the road,
for fear it may hurt a man or a. beast.
They have their own peculiar views,
but no one ever suggests that they do
not lead perfectly moral lives. They
go miles in winter or summer to carry
food to families in want. even though
'they are the very persons who per-
.secuted them a few years back. A
[good many of us remember Mary
' Storms, now called Blandina when she
was a pretty young girl and a village
' belle, as fend of dancing and picnics
’ as- any girl in town. 1
think of her out there working so hard
and leading such a fearfully unnatural
life; but she declares she is perfectly
happy. They are fanatics, of course."
But are they?
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It seems and to
Tlié'WEi-d' ‘4 Plin'ple.”
There is one “word which is misused
by every journalist and every author
wherever the English language is writ-
ten-the word “people.” Mr. Howells
for instance, in one of his delightful
novels speaks of “three people” sit-
ting in. a room. New, if two of these
“people” were to withdraw, one “peo-
ple” would be left—and very much
left! It seems unnecessary to state—-
and yet it is necessary to state it—that
“people" is a collective noun, and can
properly be applied only to nation, a
tribe, a class, a community Itis quite
admissible to say, “How are your pro
ple?"——meaning ydur family, your clan;
but such a phrasesas “‘F-ifty people
wele injured ” or “Abundred people
were present, ” are not convertible
terms. For twanty- five years or more
I have kept my eye on this little word
“people,” and I have yet to find a sin-
gle American or English author who
does not misuse it. In the course of
200 or 300 years the correct employ-
ment of it may possibly become gen-
eral.—New YO-lk Critic.
THE GREATEST PARK 1N THE WORLD
Some Idea Given of the Immense Area of
This National Reservation.
Uncle Sam set apart a royal pleas-
ure ground in Northwestern Wyom-
ing and called it Yellowstone National
Park. To give an idea of what its
size, 3,312 square miles, really means,
let us clear the floor of the park, and
tenderly place some of the great cities
of the world there, close together, as
children do their blocks. First put in
London, then Greater New York, Chi-
cago, Philadelphia, Paris, Boston,
Berlin, St. Louis, Bong-Kong, San-
Francisco and Washington. The floor
of the park would then be but half
covered. Then lift up Rhode Island
carefully. so as not to spill any of its
people set it down and press in the
West Indies—and even then there are
two hundred square miles left. No
equal area in the World has such a di-
versity of natural phenomena and such
magnificent scenery. It is a marvel-
lous land of streams and waterfalls,
geysers and hot springs, mountains,
canyons, lakes and forests of prime-
val a.ge.—Ladies’ Home Journal.
HE FLOTJRISHED A WINNING CARD.
And the Colored People Flock to Him to
be Spiiced.
Judge Reuben S. Saffold of Georgia,
has made a tlemendous 1eputation as
a marrying judge. and the colored peo-
ple “flock to him in droves,” says the
Jackson, Miss, Clarion-Ledger, to have
the knot tied. His popularity is due
in part to the graceful flourishes used
in the nun-ridge service. Here is the
final flourish in his amplified form of
service: “By the authority vested
in me as an officer of the State of
Georgi- , which is sometimes called the
Empire State of the S01: t,11 by the
fields of cotton that lie splend abroad
in snowy whiteness mound us by the
howl of the c'oon dog and the gourd
vine whose clinging tendrils will shade
the entrance to your humble dwelling
place, by the red and luscious heart of
the watermelon, whose sweetness fills
the heart with joy, by heaven and
earth, in the presence of the witneSses.
l pronounce you man and wife.”
Everything Has Its Charms.
He—“She looks nice enough to eat!”
She (severely)-—“Yes; plain food has
its charms for some people.”
There is a wild flower in Turkey
which is the exact floral image of a -
humming bird. The breast is green,
the wings are a deep rose color, the
throat yellow, the head and beak 9.}.
mos t 1112'”
A Novel Wedding.
Not far from the City of Magnifi-
aent‘Distances, in a city whose early
listory is full of reminiscences of the
‘Father of His Country,” application
vas made for a marriage license. In
he proceedings connected with the
irrangement‘of the marriage contract
.he gentleman who offered himself as
1 witness was asked by the license
-lerk:
“How do you know that this woman
s divorced?”
“Because I am her former husband,”
was the reply.
The clerk was nonpluss‘ed, and plain-
y expressed his astonishment.
“Great Scott!” he exclaimed, “this
leafs anything I ever heard of in this
lart-of-the world.”
But he proceeded with his duty and
illed out the license.
At the marriage ceremony the bride
vas attended by the present wife of
he ex~~husband. who gave away the
‘ride.
Feast—Washington Correspondence
Ioncord Monitor.
A Youthful Preacher.
John Edward Dc Merrit, of New-
port. Ncb., although
years old, is attracting general atten—
tion by his ability as a preacher. He
has preached at Fort Scott, Kan, Nev
vnda. Mo.,
and Missouri towns. He was licensed
to preach by the Baptist Church of
Fort Scott last year, since which time
'1e he .s been travelling in the rural
dis-t licts. He is not yet out of knee-
blr’éé‘h93, and has all the airs of a
.ilild except his delivery as a pulpit
"ate-r.- He is said to have read the
'-‘-"1le though a number of times, and,
though having attended school but lit-
[le. to be well read in theological and
general literature. He preaches in
churches; of all denominations—New
Vm-li Tribune.
The Shark hf Gain.
12. D. Green, a negro orator of Brad
ford. Pa. says that he can prove by
Me Scriptures that-Adam and Eve
and many other Kansas
only thirteen .
V
were both black. and that when Cain -,
, ' filled Abel the Lord put a mark org;
Tutu, and that mark was a white skin
l:T=_‘l' since that interesting ineldem
Cain's descendants have been white
foll:s.-'—1\'ew York World.
plied.
Bill Ny'e 8 Little Joke.
While standing on top of Lookout
Mountain a few days ago, said a
friend of the late famous wit, I was
carried back to memories of dear old
Bill Nye, for we had stood upon the
same spot together some years before,
and a guide then told us that we could
see seven states from that point of
view. “Where’s North Carolina?”
Nye inquired. The man pointed'to a
particular place in the purple horizon-
“What makes you think that is North
Carolina?” Nye asked. “Oh, we know
by the directionand the conformation
of the mountains there,” the man re-
“Well, I know that is not North
Carolina,” Nye declared with some
vehemence, “and you would know it
too, if you would stop to think. Here
is a map of the United States, and you,
can see that North Carolina is pink.
Besides, I know it is pink. I live in'
that State considerably, and I’ve help-
ed to paint it red, but, of course, I go
away sometimes, and then it fades a
little, leaving it pink. No, sir,‘you‘
can’t stuff me that way. The place
you are pointing at a color—blind man
could see is purple.” Nye said those
things so seriously that the man was
almost dazed. He gave Nye a puzzled
look and then went on pointing out
other states in the late Confederacy.—
Chicago Times-Herald. .,.—.,_.‘:.~----'
. A Clew.
First Great Detective—Sh! Sh! I’ve
got a clew to that'great murder case.
Second G. D. (highly excited)-—Yes?
What is it?
First G. D.-—The prisoner has con-
fessed—New York Journal.
Current Fun. ‘
Dusenbury—I see that Skribler but
got out another book. Wonder if
there’s any money in it? ,
Stilton—Money in it? I should say
there was! There's not a character in
it that is worth less than a hundred
thousand—Boston Transcript.
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Overh‘e'airil in the Babiiyard.
Big Calf (vainlyl—Get out of my
way, or I’ll step on you. You’re no-
body.
Barnyard Fowl (hauvghtily)—If you
i could hear folks grumble when they
find veal in chicken salad, you’d
, change your tune—New York Tribune.
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