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About The frontier. (O'Neill City, Holt County, Neb.) 1880-1965 | View Entire Issue (Dec. 31, 1891)
rfy %■■■- ■ ■ .. ..■ - A NIGHT IN BETHLEHEM E" ' . _ j/.-s Lessons Drawn From the Birth of Christ, v Abon Not Co,l*i tr»turp>, ■■ Thor Hove Righto on Kartli—Honor Motherhood— A Thoughtful Discourse 11/ Dr. T»l* mugo on Christmas Nonas. __ Dr. Talmage's text was Luko 2:10, •‘And tlu-y came with haste, ami found Mary and Joseph, and the liabc lying in a manger.” The black window shutters of a De cember night were thrown open and some of the best singers of a world »■;. whero they all sing stood there, and putting back the drapery of cloud, chanted a peace anthem, until all the h> echoes of hill and valley applauded and encored the Hallelujah chorus. Como, let us go into that Christmas scene as though we had never before worshipped at the mnnger. Here is n Madonna worth looking at. 1 wonder not that the most frequent name In all lands and in all Christian centuries is Mary. And there are Marys in pal aces and Marys in cabins and though German and French and Italiiyir and Spanish and English pronounce it differently, they ago nil namesakes of the ono whom wo ,/find on a bed of straw, with her pale S face against the soft cheek of Christ in tho night of the Nativity. All the great puinters have tried, on canvas, I ,, to present Mary and her child and the incidents of that most famous night of ’ tho world’s history, Raphael, in three different masterpieces, celebrated <• them. Tintoretto and Ghirlandajo surpassed themselves in the adoration of the Magi. Coregglo needed to do u. nothing more tlian his Madonna to be come immortal. The Madonna of the Lily, by Leonardo da Vinci, will kindle the admiration of all ages, llut all the galleries of Dresden are forgotten when I think of the small room of that gallery containing the Sistine Madonna. Yet all of them were copies of St Matthew’s Madonna, and Luke's Ma donna, the inspired Madonna of the Old Book, which we had put into our hands when we were infants, and that we hope to have under our heads when we die. Behold, in the first place, that on the first night of Christ's life God hon ored the brute creation. You cannot get into that Bothlehem barn without going past the camels, the mules, the dogs, the oxou. The brutes of that stable heard the first cry of the infant Lord. Some of the old painters repre sent the oxen and camels kneeling that night before the new-born bnbe. And well might they kneel! Have you ever thought that Christ came among other things, to alleviate the sufferings of the . ue creation? Was it not ap propriate that he should, during the first few days and nights of his life on earth, bo surrounded by the dumb beasts, whoso moan and plaint and bellowing have for ages been a prayer to God for the arresting of their tor tures and the righting of their wrongs? It did not merely "happen so" that the unintelligent creatures of God should have been that night in close neigh borhood. Not a kennel in all the centuries, not a bird s nest, not a worn-out horse on tow-path, not a herd freezing in the poorly built cow-pen, not a freight ear in summer tlmo briuging the beeves to market without water through a thou sand miles of agony, not a surgeon’s room witnessing the struggles of fox, or rabbit, or pigeon, or dog, in the hor rors of vivisection, but has an interest in the fact that Christ was born in a stable, surrounded by brutes. Ho re members that night, and the prayer he heard in their pitiful moan, he will answer in the punishment of those who maltreat the dumb brutes. They surely have as much right in this world as we have. In the first chapter of Genesis you may see that they were placed on the earth before man was, the fish and fowl created the fifth day, and the quadrupeds the morning of the sixth day, and man not until the afternoon of that day. The whale, the eagle, the lion, and all the lessor creatures of their kind were predecessors of tho human family. They have the world by right of pos session. They have also paid rent foi the places they occupied. What an army of defense all over the land are tho faithful watch- dogs. And who can tell what the world owes to the >' I*’.* uorse, ana camel, and o.\ lor transport ation? And robin and lark have, by the cantatas with which they have filled orchard and forest, more than paid for the few grains they have picked up for their sustenance. When you abuse any creature of God you strike its Creator, and you insult the Christ, who, though ho might have been welcomed into life by princes,and taken his first infantile slumber amid Tyrian plush and canopied couches, and rippling waters fi-om royal aque ducts dripping into basins of ivory and pearli chose to bo born on the level with a cow's horn, or a camel's hoof.or a dog’s nostril, that ho might bo the alleviation of animal suffering as well as the Redeemer of man. Standing then, as I imagine now I do, in that liethlchem night with an infant Christ on the one side and the speechless creatures of God on the other, 1 cry, look out, how you strike that rowel into that horse’s side. Teke off that curbed bit from that bleeding mouth, lie move that saddle from vhat raw back. Shoot not for fun that bird that is too small for food, l'orgct not to put , water into the cage of that canary. Throw out some crumbs to those birds caught too far north in the winter's inelemcncy. Arrest that man who is making that, one horse draw a load heavy enough for three. Kush in upon that scone where boys are torturing that cat, or transfixing butterfly and grasshopper. Drive not off that old robin, for her nest is a mother’s cradle, and under her wing there may be three or four musicinns of the sky in training. In your families and in your schools teach the coming generation more mercy than the present generation has ever shown, and in this mar < vellous Bible picture of the Nativity, while you point out to them the angel, show them also the camel, and while they hear the celestial chant, let them also hear the cow’s moan. No more did Christ show interest in the botani cal world, when he said, “Consider the lilies,” thnn ho showed sympathy for the ornithological when he said, “Be hold tho fowls of the air,’, and tho quadrupedal world when he allowed liimsolf to be called in one plaeo a lion, und in another place a lamb. Mean while, may the Citrine of the lleth lelicm cattle-pen have mercy on tho sulfering stock yards, that are prepar ing diseased and fevered meat for our American households. Behold, also, in this Bible scene, how, on that Christmas night, God honored childhood. Christ might have made his first visit to our world in a cloud, as he will descend on his next visit in a cloud. In what a chariot of illumined vapor ho might have roiled down the sky, escorted by mounted cavalry, with lightning for drawn sword. Elijah had a carriage of fire to take him up; why not*Jesus a car riage of fire to fetch Him down? Or, over the arched bridge of a rainbow tho Lord might have descended. Or Christ might have had his mortality built up on earth out of the dust of u I garden, as was Adam, in full manhood i ut tho start, without the introductory feebleness of infancy. No, no! Child hood was to be honored by that ad vent. Ho must have a child's light ; limbs, and a child’s dimpled hand, and | a child’s beaming eye, and a child's linxen hair, and a babyhood was to be honored for all time to come, and a cradle was to mean more thun a grave. Mighty God! May the reflection of that one child's face be seen in all in fantile faces Enough have all those fathers and mothers on hand if they have a child in the house. A throne, a crown, a sceptre, a kingdom, under charge, lie careful how you strike him across the head, jarring the brain. What you say to him will bo centennial and inillen ial, and a hundred years and a thous and years will not stop the echo and the re-echo. I)o not say, “It is only a child.” Knther say, “it is only an im mortal.” It is only a master-piece of Jehovah. It is only a being that shall outlive sun and moon and star, and ages quadrillennial. God has Infinite resources, and he can give presen's of great vnlue, but when he wants to give the richest possible gift to a household he looks around all the worlds and all the universe and then gives a child. The greatest present that God over gave our world, he gave about 1891 years ago, and he gave it on a Christmas night, and it was of such value that heaven adjourned for a recess and came down and broke through the clouds to look at it Yea, in all ages God has honored childhood. He makes almost every picture a failure unless there be a child either playing on the floor or looking j through the window, or seated on the lap, gazing into the face of the mother. It was a child in Naatnan’s kitchen ! that told the great Syrian warrior where he might go and get cured of the leprosy, which at his seventh plunge in the Jordan, was left at the bottom of the river. It was to the cradle of leaves, in which a child was laid, rocked by Khe Nile, that God called the attention of his tory. It was a sick child that evoked Christ’B curative sympathies. It was a child that Christ Bet in the midst of the squabbling disciples, to teach the lesson of humility. We ore informed that wolf and leopard and lion shall be yet so domesticated that a little child shall lead them. A child decided Waterloo, showing the army of lilucher how they could take a short cut through the fields, when, if the old road had been followed, the Prussian general would have come up too late to save tho destinies of Europe. It was a child that decided Gettysburg, he having overheard two confederate gen erals in conversation, in which they de cided to march for Gettysburg instead of Harrisburg; and this reported to Governor Curtin, the federal forces started to meet their opponents at Gettysburg. And today the child is to decide all the great battles, make all the laws, settle all the destinies, and usher in the world’s salvation or de struction. Men, women, nations, all earth and all haaven, behold the child. Is there any velvet so soft as a child's cheek? Is there any sky so blue as a child's eye? Is there any music so sweet ns the child's voice? Is there any plume so wavy as a child's hair? Notice also that in this iiible night scene God honored science. Who are the three wise men kneeling before the Divine Infant? Not boors, not ignor amuses’ but Caspar, llelthasar and Melchior, men who knew all that was to be known. They were the Isaac Newtons and ITerschels and Faradays of their time. Their alchemy was the forerunner of our sublime chemistry, their astrology the mother of our mag W...VVUV AHVJ Iiau Btuuit'U stars, studied metals, studied physiol ogy, studied everything. And when I see these scientists bowing before the ; beautiful babe, I see the prophecy of | the time when all the tele scopes and microscopes, nnd all the Leyden jars, and all the elec | trie batteries, nnd all the observatories, t aud all the universities shall bow to Jesus. It is much that way already. Where is the college that does not have morning prayers, thus bowing at the manger? Who have beeij the greatest physicians? Omitting the names of the living lest we should be invidious, have we not had among them Christian men like our own Joseph C. Hutchinson and Hush and Valentine Mott and Amber erombie nnd Abcrnethy? Who have been our greatest scientists'? Joseph llenry, who lived and died in the faith of the Gospels, and Agassiz,who, stand ing with his students among the hills, took off his hat aud said, “Young gen tlemen, before we study these rocks, let us pray for wisdom to the tlo.l who made the rocks.’’ Today the greatest doctors and lawyers of llrooklyn and New York and of this land and of all lands, revere the Christian religion, and are not ashamed to say so before juries and legislatures and senates All geology will yet bow before the Uock of Ages. All botany wHl yet worship the Rose of Sharon. All as tronomy will yet recognize the star of liethlehem. And physiology and ana tomy will join hands and say, “We must, by the help of God, get the human race up to the perfect nerve, and perfect muscle and perfect brain, and perfect form of that perfect child, before whom, nigh 8,000 years ago, the n-Iso men bent their tirod knees in worship. Jtchold also in that first Christmm night that Oo<l honored the fields Come in shepherd boys to Itethlehcn and see the child. ••No,” they say ‘‘we nro not dressed good enough t< come in.” ‘‘Yes, you are; come in.’ Sure enough, the storm and the nigh do-.-.’ and tho brambles have made rough work with their apparel, but none have a better right to come in. They were the first to hear the music of that Christmas night. The first an nouncement of a Saviour's birth was made to those men in the fields There wore wiseacres that night in llethleham and Jerusalem snoring in deep sleep, and thero were salaried officers of government, who, hearing of it afterward, may have thought that they ought to have had the first news of sucho great event, some one dismounting from a swift camel at their door and knocking till, at some sentinel’s ques tion, ‘‘Who comes there?” tho great ones of the palace might have been told of the celestial arrival. No; the shepherds heard the first two bars of the music, the first in the major key and the last in the subdued minor: ‘‘Glory to God in the highest, and on earth peace, good will to men.” Ah, yes; the fields were honored. The old Bhepherds with plaid and crook have for the most part vanished, but we have grazing—our United •States pasture fields and prairie about 45,000,000 sheep—and all their keepers ought to follow the Hhepherds of my text and all those who toil in fields, all vine-dressers, all or cliardists, all husbandmen. Not only that Christmas night, but all up and down the world’s his tory God had been honoring the fields. Nearly all the messiahs of reform and literature and eloquenco and law and benevolence have come from the fields. Washington from the fields. Jefferson from tho fields. The presidential mar tyrs, Garfield and Lincoln, from the fields. Henry Clay from the fields. Daniel Webster from the fields. Mar tin Luther from the fields, before this world is right the overflowing popula tions of our crowded cities will have to take to the fields Instead of ten mer chants in rivalry as to who shall sell tnat one apple, we want at least eight of them to go out and raise apples. Instead of ten merchants desiring to sell that one bushel of wheat, we want at least eight of them to go out and raise wheat. The world wauts now more hard hands, more bronzed cheeks, more muscular arms. To the fields! God honored them when he woke up the shepherds by the mid night anthem, and he will, while the world lasts, continue to honor the fields. When the shepherd's crook was that famous night stood against the wall of the Bethlehem khau, it was a prophecy of the time when thresher's flail and farmer’s plow and woodman’s axe and ox's yoke* and sheaf-binder's rake shall surrender to the God who made the country, as man made the town. Behold, also, that on that Christmas night God honored motherhood. Two angels on their wings might have brought an infant Saviour to Bethle hem without Mary’s being there at all. When the villagers, on the morning of December 28, awoke by divine arrange ment, and in some unexplained way. the child Jesus might have been found in some comfortable cradle of the vil lage. But no, no! Motherhood for all time was to be consecrated, and one of the tenderest relations was to be the maternal relation, and one of the sweetest words, “mother.” In all ages God has honored good mother hood. John Wesley had a good mother, St. Bernard had a good mother, Samuel Budgett a good mother, Doddridge a good mother, Walter Scott a good mother, Ben jamin West a good mother. In a great audience, most of whom were Christians, I asked that all those who had been blessed of Christian mothers arise, and almost the entire assembly stood up. Don’t you see how import ant it is that all motherhood be conse crated? Why did Titian, the Itulian artist, when he sketched the Madonna, make it an Italian face? Why did Kubens, the German artist, in his Ma donna, make it a German face? Why did Joshua Reynolds, the English artist, i in his Madonna, give it an English face? Why did Murillo, the Spanish artist, in his Madonna, make it a Span ish face? I never heard, but I think they’ took their own mothers ns the typo of Mary, the mother of Christ When you hear some one. in sermon or oration, speak in the abstract of a good, faithful, honest mother, your eyes fill up with tears, while you say to yourself, “that was my mother.” The Wrong Foot. There is a time to keep silence, hut it evidently was not the ritrht time in the case of the boy mentioned, who lives in an Ontario town, lie got a sliver in his foot and. in spite of his protestations, his nicLher decided to place a poultice ovor his wound. The boy vigorously resisted. ••I won’t have no poultice,” lie de clared, stoutly. • Yes, you’ will. Eddie,” declared both mother and grandmother, lirntly; ami the majority being two to ouo at bedtime the poultice was ready. If the poulliee was ready 'tlio boy was not, and lie proved so refactory that a switch was brought into requisi tion. It was arrnuged that the grand mother should apply tlm poultice, while tho mother was to stand with the uplifted switch at the bedside. The boy was told that if ha “opened ids mouth” ho would receive that which would keep him quiet. As the hot poultice touched tae hoy’s foo; he opened his mouth. "You-” he began. “Keep stil!!"’ said bis mother, shak ing her stick, while the grandmother busily applied the poultice. Once more tho little fellow opened his mouth. "1-” But the uplifted switch awed him in to sileuce. In a minute more the poultice was lirruly in place uud the little boy was tucked iu bed. ••There, now,” said his mother, “the old sliver will be drawn out uud Ed die's foot will be all well.” As the mother uud grandmother moved triumphantly awav a shrill, small voice came from under the bed clot lies. “You’ve sot it on the wrong foot!" SAVED BY THE BOYS. • tnrjr of • Danpcratii Flfflit Betwee* Sioux and Crow Indian*. Capt. H. J. Kins' of Chamberlain, S. D., is one of the best known Missouri river steamboat captains in the west, having been running on the uppet river constantly for the last twenty eight years. The captain is a good story teller, says the Detroit Free Press, and while speaking of the oavly Indian troubles on the upper rivei told how the valor of a body of Indian boys turned the tide of ’battle, in August, 1875, the steamer Katie P. Kountz and other steamers were un able to proceed to Fort Benton, theit destination, on account of the extreme low water, and were compelled to dis charge their cargoes at Cow island, 120 miles below Beuton. The cargoes consisted mostly of government suit plies for the military posts in the up per country. A company of infantry was sent from Fort Shaw to guard the supplies, and‘white in camp some 80C Sioux came in and attacked the guard camp, which had been reinforced by some Crow Indians. The Crows at once sallied out and engatred the Sioux in combat, but were soon\iefeuted and driven back into camp. The Crowf then sent a runner to their village for re-enforcements. The rc-onforcements arrived in due tfme and they again made an attack upon the Sioux, who once more defeated them, nnd the Crows wore compelled to retreat Jo their white allies, who had fortified themselves behind the boxes and bar rels of supplies. After the second defeat the news was soon received at the Crow village, and the squaws promptly armed all boys between the ages of*10 and 18— about 200 iu all—and seut them to the assistance of their fathersand relatives. Upou appearing in view of the be sieged camp, dashing along with whoop and veil, the Crows rushed out on their swift little ponies nnd at tempted to stop the boys and prevent them from entering the battle, but they might as well have tried to stop a cyclone. The bovs scattered out and oiuueu meir eiuers, ana immediately attacked the large body of Sioux. Seeing their young men hotly eugaged in battle with the hated foe was too much for the old warriors, and, utter ing their lierce battle-cry, they went to their assistance, and the battle be tween the Sioux nnd Crows became general. Nothwitlistnuding the bravery of the Sioux, they were unablo to long withstand the iierco attack of the Crows, and soon began to retreat up C'row creek, a small stream that enters the Missouri near the spot where the battle conimunccd. A week after the fight Capt. King arrived there on the steamer Gen. Meade, loaded with private cargo, and owing to the same cause that stopped other boats from going farther up" the river found it necessary to remain there, and the captain aud party went to ltenton by pony to make arrange ments to have the freight brought by the steamer transported over laud tc that point. In going to Benton their road lay along the entire length of the battle ground, and the terrible havoc wrought by the Crows and Sioux could still be plainly seen. Dead Indians, dead ponies,blankets, war implements, elc., were strewed over the entire eighteen miles whore the running tight had taken place. In tear of their own scalps none of the party lingered long enough to collect any of the relics. Atchison Globules. Ti'to poorer a man is, the oftencr he goes to law. _ When a woman hates a man, it is a sign site once loved him. It is usually the case that the man who is most willing is least able. The world is full of widows and wid awers who were never married. Tlie uglier a show manager is. the mere he insists upon having his picture printed on all the bills. Women will love men they can not respect: but witli men their respeot must go far in advance of their affec tions. There is one good tiling that may be laid about faults: it is always the man rou dislike most who lias the most of ’.hem. If a man is good it is either because le has to be or because lie eujoys it. So mau was ever good from a sense of iuty. _ The reputation you have been a life time in earning you cau throw away in a moment—unless it baopeus to be a bad reputation. It isu’t a very pleasant tiling to see a man take out a set of teetli and wash them; but how the man with the tooth ache envies him! When n woman can not reform a man. his salvation is impossible. When sho can not destroy him, his destruction is not possible. Every baby is the sweetest baby in the world. You were once considered the sweetest thing in the world, al though you may not look it now. It is often the case that a pretty man has more women fall in tm-e witli him than a homely man, but he docs not have any one stay in love with him so long. The greatest goose in the world Is the woman who demands rights she tan not possibly have, ami who keens saying that if she hail them she would be happy and useful.— Atchison, Globe. How He Writes His Hook. There is a physician in this city who s engaged iu writing a book,but whose iractice is soextensive that lie is forced o spend several hours a day in his car •iage. lie of course has a coachman, tnd. in order tiiat all this time may tot bo wasted, he carries a typewriter in his rounds, aud setting it on his lap dicks away at his book ns totally un tonscious of the busy world about him i® if ho were in the privacy of his itudy.—Cincinnati Times-Star. ••Why, Charlev! wlmt an awfnl cold fou've got!” ‘-Yes. Maud, it is a bud ine." "How did you catch UP" •Well, we’vo been Having flannel cakes iverv morning, and-"Yes.” •This morning we switched over on to luckwbeat. Had season to change Tom flannel*. "—PhUtulrlohiaJ^rtu POOR KINO JA.JA. England W«nM Only Allow Him Ooi VTIfa In ;HI« Kill*. - Deposed monarchs, when their ca reer is not cut short, are often allowed to choose their residence in any friend ly country which will receive them, und enjoy themselves in their own way.savs the United Service. Hut there seems to bu an exception in the case of Afri enu potentates, who do not have their way In cases of deposition by any means. Witness the ex-khedive. aftei whose health and safe-keeping the Ot toman government keeps a bright look out. Then there is Arabi, who is kept in uncongenial Ceylon by the English and Abd-el-Cader suffered many years of close detention before he was per mittted to departfor Damascus— which was as an exile, of course. Cetewayc too had to suffer the indignity of de tention far from his loved people and herds. But of nil modern instances poor Ja Ja, king of Obopu, in the Niger delta, seems to have had tho hardest fate. Unmitigated ruffian nnd cannibal as he was, he was as much a king as any othur and we cun imagine Ids rage and despair when he was seized and de ported to St. Vincent in the West indies. He had money, nnd sufficient allow ance from tlie British government be sides, but the poor soul almost died of homesickness and the inability to be able to kill at will any number of oth er negroes. ' Here he sent the government a peti tion, asking that twelve of his wives might l>o seut to him. England being a country where morality obtains iu certain ways, it was not thought prop er to encourage polygamy so openly, so Ju-Jn’s request was refused iu re gard to eloveu-twelfth of it. for he was only seut one pudgy black wife, se lected bv hi in. Ja-Ja. was an attraction for the tourists in tho steamships front New York which touch the different islands, and was a figure gorgeous in array when he displayed his attractions to visitors. Ou such occasions he wore an admiral's coat, with epaulets of extra heavy bullion, discreetly opened so as to show a yellow plush waistcoat with great, shining, green buttons. It must be said for Ja-Ja that he always had on a clean white shirt. It is not necessary for us to go into the acces sories of his costume, which all great men wear on the west coast; but his necklace, earrings. Huger and thumb rings were remarkable. Last year poor Ja-Ja—who was brought up in his belief in his ‘•divine right” to levy tribute and cut off heads —was pardoued by Queen Victoria and set off for his native swamps in the steamship. But unfortunately death prevented him from revisiting the scenes of his youth and mauhood. fot he is reported ns dead at Teneriffe. We wonder whether they took his body on, so that he could be swathed in suc cessive rolls of calico and smoked over a slow fire for some weeks before final burial, ns a true west Afncuu king should be?_° The Story of the Obelisk. At Heliopolis was the Temple of the Sun. and the schools which Herodotus visited "because the teachers are con sidered the most accomplished men in Egypt.” When Strabo came hither, four hundred years later, he saw the house which Plato had occupied; Moses here learned "all the wisdom of the Egyptians.” Papyri describe Heliopolis as “full of obelisks.” Two of these columns wore carried to Alexandria 1937 years ago. aud set up before the Temple of Cmsar. According to one authority, this temple was built by Cleopatra; in any case, the two obelisks acquired the name of Cleopatra’s Needles, nnd though the temple itself, iu time disappeared, they remained where they had been placed — one erect, one prostrate —until, in recent years, one was given to London and the other to New York. One recites all this in a breath in order to bring up, if possible, the associations which rush confusedly through the mind as one stands beside this red granite column rising alone in the green fields at Heliopolis. • No myth itself, it was erected in days which are to us my thical—days which are the jumpiug off place of our human history; yet they were not savages who polished this granite, who sculptured this in scription; ages of civilization of a cer tain sort must have preceded them. Beginning with the Central Park, we force our minds backward in au en deavor to muko tlieso dates real. "Homer was a modern compared with the desiguurs of this pillar,” we say to ourselves. “The Mvcenas relics were articles de Paris of centuries and cen turies later.” But repeating the words (and eveu rolling the r's) are useless efforts; the irnagiuulinu will not rise; it is crushed iuto stupidity by such a vista of years. As reaction. perlniDs as revenge, we lleo to geology and Darwin; here, at least, one can take breath. — Constance Fenimoore Wesson, in Harper's Magazine. Didn't lioso Much. The recent dentil of Mr. C-a well-known publisher, recalls the fol lowing incident. One day u gentle man named Fleming ended on Mr. F-. and bom hciutr members of the same society, the conversation drifted in tlint direction. "You were not at the last meeting,” said Mr. C-to Fleming. "•No.” replied the latter; "I was un avoidably ubseut. 1 have lost mv wife.” Now Mr. C-. who was somewhat deaf, failed to hear the last remark, snd said, emidiaticallv, “Well, you didn’t lose much!” referring, of course, to the meeting of the society. \Y lieu Miss C-. who was present. explained the situation, her father was overwhelmed with shame, and made I most humble apologies. Fleming un derstood at once, aud had no thought >f being offouded, as Mr. C- was known to be scrupulously oolite and tenderly considerate.— harpist ilaaa tine. 0 Separate estates for husband and wile and compulsory civil marriage will soon be the law In Norway. Th« I ant Division, Teacher—If your mother ah-,,,. ss**’' -** Class—Eight Teacher—Correct Now each pi... would be one-eighth of the whole ihember that nole* «• Class—Yes’m. Teacher—Suppose each piece wor. cut again, what would result? ***' Smart Boy—Sixteenths. Teacher—Correct And if cut again*. Boy—Thirty-seconds. Teacher-Correct Now suppose w. should cut each of the thirty-two niecl! again, what would result? P ce* Little Girl—Hash. A Udr’i Ignorance. Kind Lady—If you did not drink liquor you would have more to eat Tramp—Oh, no, mam; no, indeed' mum; it’s just the other way. If the barkeeper didn't see us buyin’ a drink once in a while we’d soon starve. ilCMiuoKS Can’t lie Cured By local applications, as they cannot ranch n,. diseased portion of the cor. 'There isonlfoS!' way to cure deafness, and that is by consuls tionnl remedies. Deafness is caused by an in earned condition of the mucous lining ot thl Eustachian Tube. When this tube gets itZ' t'.umod. you bavo a rumbling sound or imper. feet hearing, and when it is entirely closed Deafness is the result, and unless the ibflauima. tion can be taken out and thiH tubo restored to its normal co mb tion hearing will be destroyed forever ; nine cases out of ten are caused by ca. tarrh, which is nothing but an. inflamed cbndi tion of the mucous surfaces. We will give One Hundred Dollars for any caso of Deafness (caused by catarrh! thatwa cannot cure by taking IlaU's Catarrh Cure} Bend for circulars, free t „ . _ *’• •>. CHENEY A CO., Toledo, a Bold by Druggists, 75c. \ —Mrs. Ada Mcinott, of Grand Rapids' took her 17-year-old son to a dime museum, where one of the attractions is a William Tell act. On the following day she play fully put a potato on her head, remarking to the boy he couldn't shoot it off. The boy found a revolver and the coroner’s verdict was that the woman was to blame. Special Care Should be taken in the winter not to allow the blood, to become depleted or impure, as if it does, attacks of • RHEUMATISM or neuralgia are likely to follow exposure to cold or wet weather. Hood's Sarsaparilla is an excellent preventive of these troubles, as It makes the blood rich and pure, and keeps the kldneyB and liver from congestion, so liable at this season. If you are sub ject to rheumatic troubles, take Hood's Sarsapaii.la. as a safeguard, and we believe you will be pcnectly satisfied with its effects. ‘•For chronic rheumatism Hood’s Sarsaparilla did me more good than anything els* I have ever taken.” F. Miller, Limerick Centre, Pa. HOOD’S PILLS cure liver ills, constipation, biliousness, jaundice, sick headache, Indigestion, told by all druggists. Price 25 cents. THE 5* ONLY TRUE IRON TONIC Will purify BLOOD, regulate KIDNEYS, remove LIVER disorder, build *>t rength. renew appetite, restore health ancl Vigo rot youth. Dyspepsia, Indigestion, that tired feel lngabsolutely eradicated. Mind brightened, brain . power Increased, bones, nerves, mus cles, receive new force. Buffering from complaints ue culiar to their sex, using It, find ■ a safe, speedy cure. Returns rose bloom on cheeks, boautiilcs Complexion. Sold everywhere. All genuine goods bear Crescent. ” Send us ‘J cent stamp for 32-pagfl pamphlet. OR. HARTER MEDICINE CO.. St. Louis. Mo. ARE YOU A FARMER? If so you are one from choice and can tell whether farming as an in vestment pays. Do you make it pay ? Have you first-clas3 tools, fix tures, etc. ? You say yes, but you are wrong if you have no scales. You should have one, and by send ing a postal card you can get full information from JCNE8 OF BINGHAMTON, BINGHAMTON. N. Y. THE SMALLEST PILL IN THE WORLD 1 Z TUTT’S I •tiny liver pills® • have all the virtues of the lar #;er ohm j a equally effectivei purely Teffetabie. V Exact size shown in tills border. ••••••••••• THE 0HI1T WELL drill BORE WELLS with our fmiiuiiN W ell Mnrtiiiu-ry. The only perfect pelf-cleaninjy ana lSPt-droppinK tools in u»« LOOMIS & NYMAN, TIF»-’Iv. ohic». ANA KKSIS *1 ves instant riiiK't.> ml is snJ^trl'K' JttJS CCUE tor lILtS. Price. $1; »t ilniKSis';'1 nr bv mall. Hs"'>;L|,s S,s Adilress "ANAKK-slSs Boxttlli. New 1>'UK < it*. 99- Pura THE BEST FOB EVEIY PUirOSEi