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eSPEbOFTH K WEATHER
DR. TALMAQE PflEACHES ON) THE
COMPLAINTS ABOUT THE RAIN.
Hi WnntUrfttl Imnterjr at thr llnoh of
Job How th Slmly of Hat Mart
Weak Man lulu liilhlrls Nrtrr Wail
Into n Mjrattry Over Vmir llvnil.
Ukooklym, .Inly ft. Dr. IVilmnita'i w
raon today I on n klml of gospel lu which
few people believe. TIio weather U n com
mon object of complaint mid fault finding,
but Dr. Tnlmage finds n gom In It, which
today ha proclaim from the. text, "Until
the rain it fatherf" .lob xxxvlll, 88.
'IMS llooK or .loll lint locn tho iul)Joct of
unbounded theological wrangle. Men hnva
made It the ring In which to display their
ecclesiastical pugilism. Soma say tlmt the
llook of Job l .1 true hlttoryt others, thnt
It Is nti allegory; others, thnt It In mi epic
poem; other, thnt It I minima. Soma
My thnt Job lived eighteen hundred your
before Christ, other say thnt he never
lived nt all. Some say thnt the author of
thU book m Jobs ntliera, David; others,
Solomon. The discussion has landed noma
In blank Infidelity. Now, I have no trouble
with tho Hooks of Job or Revelation the
two most mysterious iKxiku In thu Bible
becauso of a rule I udnntod tome vearsaim.
I wade down Into a Scripture passago a
long as I can touch bottom, and when 1
cannot then I wade out. I lined to wade In
until It was over my head and then I got
drowned, I study a passage of Scripture
so long an It li a comfort ami help to my
aoul, but when It becomes a icrploxlty and
a spiritual upturning I quit. In other
words, wo ought to wade lu up to our
van, out never wauu in until it Is over
our head. No man should aver expect to
awlm acrosa this great ocean of divine
truth. I (to down Into that ocean as I go
iiuwn iiiui i no Aimiuio ocean at Kast
Hampton, Long Island, Just far enough to
battle; thou I como out, I never had any
men mat whu my wca nana and foot I
could strike my way clear over to Liver
pool,
i "UoD'a MTSTKmOUs QOVKIISMKNT.
I suppose you understand your family
genealogy. You know something about
your- parents, your grandparents, your
grew grandparents, ferhaps you know
where they were born, or where they died,
Have you over studied tho parentage of
ino snowor, "Haiti not the rain a father?'
This question Is not asked by a poetaster
or a scientist, nut uy me neaii or tho nnl
Ten. To humble nnd to save Job God
asks htm fourteen questions: About the
world' architecture, about the refraction
of tho sun's rays, about the tides, about the
now crystal, about tho lightnings, and
then ho arraigns him with tho interroga
tion of tho text, "Hath the ralu n father?"
With the scientific wonders of the rain 1
have nothing to do. A minister get
through with that kind of sermons within
the first three years, and If he baa piety
enough he gets through with it In tho llrst
three mouths. A sermon has como to mo
to uteau one word of four letters, "helpl"
Tou all know that tho ruin Is not an or
phan. You know It Is not cast out of the
gate of heaven a foundling. You would
answer the question or my text In the af
Irmatlvc ' Safely housed during the storm, you bear
the rain beating against tho window pane,
and you find It searching all the crevices
of the window sill. It tint comes dowu In
olltary drops, pattering the dust, and then
It deluges the fields and angers the moun
tain torrents, and makes the traveler Im
plore shelter. You know that tho rain Is
aot an accident or the world's economy,
You know it was born of the cloud. Yon
know it waa rocked In tho cradlo of the
wind. You know It waa sung to sleep by
tho storm. You know that It a Hying evan
gel from heaven to earth. You know it is
the gospel of tho weather. You kuow that
God la it father.
If this be true, then how wicked Is our
murmuring about climatic changes. Tho
first eleven Sabbaths after I entered tho
ministry It stormed, Through tho week
It was clear weather, but ou tho Sabbaths
the old country meeting houso looked
Ilk Noah's ark before It lauded. A fuw
drenched people sat before a drenched pas
tor; but most of tho farmers stayed at
homo and thanked God that what waa bad
tor the church waa good for tho crops. 1
committed a good deal of sin In those days
la denouncing thowoathor. Ministers of
the Gospel sometimes fret about stormy
Sabbaths, or hot Sabbaths, or inclement
Sabbaths. They forget tho fact that the
aame God who ordained the Sabbath and
eat forth his ministers to announce sal
vation also ordained the weather. "Hath
the rain a father?"
XKCKflBANT COMPLAINTS Of TIIK WEATHRIL
Merchants, also, with their stores filled
with new goods, and their clerks hanging
idly around the counters, commit the same
transgression. There have been .seasons
when the whole spring and fall trade has
been ruined by protracted wet weather.
The merchant then examined the
"weather probabilities" with more interest
than they read their Bible. They watched
for a patch of bluo sky. They went com
plaining to the store and came complain
ing home again. In all that season or wet
feet and dripping garments and lmpassa
hW street they never once asked the ques
tion, "Hath the rain a father?"
So agriculturists commit this sin. There
is aothlng more annoying than to have
planted corn rot in the ground because of
toomucb moisture, or hay all ready for the
mow dashed of, ahover, or wheat al
most ready for the sickle spoiled with the
mac. How hard It 1 to bear the agricul
tural disappointment. God has Infinite
resources, but I do not think he has capac
ity to make weather to please all the
farmers. Sometimes It Is too hot, or It Is
too cold; it Is too wet, or it Is too dry; It Is
top early, or it is too (ate. They forget
that the God who promised seed time and
harvest, summer and winter, cold and
heat, also ordained all theellmatlo changes.
Then is one question that ought to be
written on every barn, ou every fence, on
f.TS?.. hytaclt' on eTer farmhouae,
"Hath the rain a father?"
If. we only knew what a vast enterprise
It la to provide appropriate weather for
ttua world we would not be so critical of
the Lord., Isaac WatU at ten year of age
omplalaed that he did not Ilk the hymns
'.""W at English chapel.
"Well," said his father, "Isaac, instead of
your complaining about the hymns, go and
make hymns that are better." And he did
gp and make hymns that were better.
Now, I aay to you If you do not like the
weather get up a weather company and
have a president, and a secretary, aud a
treasurer, and a board of dinwtnpa ... n
million dollars of stock, and then provide
weather that will suit us all.- There la a
man who has a weak head, aud he cannot
stand the glare of the sun. You must have
a cloud always hovering over him.
I like the sunshine; I cannot live without
plenty of sunlight, so yoa must always
hart enough light for me. Two ship
Met la BttidrAtUntl. The ono I going to
SouthamptM mid- the other ts coming tH
New York. Provide weather that, whllo
It is aiiart for one ship, It Is not a head
wind for the other. Thoro Is a farm that
Is dried up for tho laok of ,raln, and there
Is a pleasure party going out for a Meld ex
cursion. Provide weather that will suit
tho dry farm and tho pleasure excursion.
No, sirs, I will not take one dollar of stock
In your weather company. There Is only
ono Doing In tho unlvorso who knows
enough to provide the right kind of weath
er for this world. "Hath tho ralu n fa
ther?" aOI) IS IXrtNlTK IN INF1NITK8IMAIA
My text also suggests God's mltiuto sit
pcrvlsal. You seo tho dlvlnu Sonslilp In
every drop of ralu. Tho jewels of tho
shower are not flung away by a spend
thrift who knows not how many ho throws
or where they fall. Thoy are all shining
princes of heaven. They all have an eter
nal llueagu. They are all tho children of a
king, "Until the rain u father?" Well,
then, I say if God takes notice of every
minute raindrop ho will take notice of thu
most Insignificant affair of my life. It Is
tho astronomical view of things that
bothers me.
Wo look up into thn night heavens, nnd
wo say, "vorlll worlds!" mid how Insig
nificant wo fool I Wo stand at the foot of
Mount Washington or Mont Dlano, nnd
wo feel that we are only Insects, nnd then
wo say to ourselves. "Tliouuh tho world Is
so large, tho sun Is ono million four hun
dred thousand times larger." "Ohl" we
say, "it Is no unu, If God wheels that great
machinery through Immensity ho will not
taku tho troublo to look down at me." In
fidel conclusion. Saturn, Mercury and
Jupiter aro no more rounded aud weighed
and swung by the hand of God than are
ino globules on a lllao bush tho morning
after a shower.
God Is no mora In magnitudes than ho Is
lu miniitlie. If ho baa scales to weigh tho
moiintulns, hii has balances dollca to enough
to weigh the Infinitesimal. You can no
mora see him through tho telescope than
you can seo him through tho microscope; no
mora when you look up than when you
look down. Are not tho hairs of your
head all numbered? And If Himalaya has
a God, "Hath not tho rain a father?" I
tako this doctrine of a particular Provi
dence, and I thrust It Into tho very midst
of your everyday life. If God fathers a
raindrop, Is there anything so Insignifi
cant In your afTalrs that God will not
father that?
Whon Druyse, the gunsmith, Invented
the needle gun, which decided tho battle
of Sndown, was It a mere accident? When
a farmer's boy showed Uluchcr a short out
by which he could bring his army up soon
enough to decide Waterloo for Kugland,
was it a mere accident? When Lord Dyron
took a piece of money and tossed it up to
decide whether or not he should Im afll
an cod to Miss Mlllbauk, was It a mure ac
cident which side of tho money was up and
which was down? When tho Christian
army was bc.ilegod at Ik-zlerx, and a
drunken drummer came in at midnight
anu rang tno alarm boll, not knowing what
ho was doing, but waking up tho host in
tlmo to fight their enemies that moment
arriving, was It an accident?
Whon In ono of tho Irish wars a starv
ing mother, flying with hor starving child,
sank down and fainted on tho rocks in tho
night nnd her hand fell on a warm lottle
of milk, did that just happen so? God is
either In tho afTalrs of mou or our religion
is worth nothing at all, and you had better
tako it away from us, nnd instead of this
Ululo, which teaches tho doctrine, ulvo ns
a secular book, aud let us, as tho famous
Mr. Fox, tho member of parliament, In his
last hour, cry out. "Road mo the eighth
book of Virgil."
Ohl my friends, let us rouse up to an ap
preciation of the fact that all tho attain of
our life are under a king's command, and
under a father's watch. Alexander's war
horao, Bucephalus, would allow anvbodv
to mount him when ho was unharnessed,
uus ua soon as inoy put on tuat war horse,
Bucephalus, the saddle nnd thu tnmnlm?
of tho conqueror ho would allow no one
nut Alexander to touch him. Ami If
soulless horse could liavu so much pride in
his owner, shall not wo Immortals oxult in
tho fact that vu aro owned hv n klmrf
"Hath tho ralu a father?"
dOD'a WAT8 AKK PAST FINDtNO OUT.
Again my subject teaches mo that Cod's
dealings with us are Inexplicable. That
was tho original force of mv text. Tho
rain was a great mvstcrv to tho unel.mia.
They could not understand how tho water
should got Into tho cloud, nnd irettlnir
there, how It should bo suspended, or fnll
lng, why it should como down In drops.
Modern science conies along and says there
aro two portions of air of different tem
perature, and they nro charged with mois
ture, nnd the one portion of nlr decreases
In temperature so the water may no longer
be held lu vanor. and It falls. And t.in.v
tell us that somo of thu clouds that look
to bo only as largo ns a man's hand, nnd to
be almost quiet In tho heavens, are great
mountains of mist four thousand feet from
oase to top, anu that they rush mile a
minute.
But after all tho brilliant extx-rlni.-nt nf
Dr. James Ilutton. aud Saussure. and nthur
scientists, there Is an Infinite mysUsry
about tho ralu. There is an ocean of the
unfathomablo In every raludron. aud God
says today aa he said In the tlmo of Job,
"If you cannot understand ono dron of
rain, do not be surprised if my dealings
with you are Inexplicable." Wbvdoestbat
aged man, decrepit, beggared, vicious, sick
of tho world and the world sick of him.
live on, while hero Is a man In mid life.
consecrated to God, hard workiuir. useful
in every motet, who dies? Why docs that
old goaaip, gadding along the street about
everybody' business but her own, have
each good health, while the Christian
mother, with a flock of little one about
bar whom aha U Drenarinir for usefulness
and for heaven the mother who you think
coum not oe spared an hour from that
household why doe ah 11 down and
die with a cancer?
Why does that man. selfish to the core.
go on adding fortune to fortune, consum
ing everything ou himself, continue to
prosper, while that man. who has been
giving ten per cent of all hi Income
to God and the church, noes Into bank
ruptcy? Before we make stark fools of
ourselves, let us stop pressing this ever
lasting "why." Let us worship where we
annot understand. Let a man take that
on question, "Why?" and follow It far
enough, and posh it, and he will land in
wretchedness and perdition. We want In
our theology fewer Interrogation mark
and more exclamation point. Heave u is
the place for explanation. Earth is the
place for trust. If you cannot understand
so minute a thing aa a raindrop, how can
you expect to understand God's dealings?
''Hath the rain a father?"
Again, my text makes me think that the
rain of tear I of divine origin. Great
cloud of trouble sometimes hover oyer us.
They are black, and they are gorged, aud
they are thunderous. They are more por
tentous than Salvator or Claud ever
painted clouds of poverty, or persecution,
or bereavement They hover over ua, aud
the get darker and blacker, and after
awhile a tear start, and w think' by aa
extra pressure of the (yettd to stop It,
utners ioiiow, ami alter awhile there la a
shower of tearful emotion. Yea, thoro Is a
rain of tears. "Hath that rain a father?"
OOD SKIM OUli TKAI1S.
"Oh," you say1, "a Uwir Is nothing but a
drop of limpid fluid secreted by tho lach
rymal gland It Is only a sign of weak
eyes," Great mistake. It Is ono of the
Iord's richest iMiucdlctlous to tho world.
Thoro nro people In Hlackwoll's Island It a
sauo asylum, and at Utlca, and at all tho
asylums of this laud, who were demented
by tho fact that they could not cry at the
right time. Said a manlao In ono of our
publla Institutions, under a Goicl sermon
that started tho tearst "Do you seo that
tear? that Is tho llrst I have wept for
twelvo years. I think It will help my
brain,"
There nro a great many In tho grave who
could not stand any longer under the
glacier of troublo. If that glacier had only
melted Into weeping they could have en
dured It There have Iwon times In your
llfo when you would have given tho world,
If you had poise-wed It, for ono tear. You
could shriek, you could blaspheme, but you
could not cry. Have you noverseona man
holding tho hand of a dead wife, who had
been all tho world to him? Tho temples
iivici wiin excitement, tho eyo dry aud
frantic, no moisture on the upper or lower
lid. You saw there were bolts of anger lu
tho cloud, but no ralu. To your Christian
comfort, ho said, "Don't talk to mo nitwit
God; thoro Is no God, or If there lu I hate
him; don't talk to mo about God; would
he have left mo aud these motherless dill
dron?"
But a few hours or days after, com
ing across some lead pencil that sho owned
In llfo, or soma IctU'rs which she wrote
when he was away from homo, with au
outcry that appals, there bursts tho foun
tain of tears, and as the sunlight or God's
consolation strikes that fountain of tears,
you find out that it Is a tender hearted,
merciful, pitiful and alt compassionate
God who was tho father of that ralu. "Oh,"
you say, "It Is absurd to think that God
Is going to watch over tears." No, my
friends. There are three or four kinds of
them that God counts, bottles and eter
nises. First, there are all parental tears,
and there are more of theso than of anv
other kind, because the most of tho race die
In Infancy, and that keeps parents mourn
ing all around the world. They never get
over it They may llvo to shout and slug
afterward, but there is always n corridor
In the soul that Is silent, though it once re
sounded. My parents nover mentioned the death
of a child who died fifty years before with
out a tremor In tho voice and a sigh, oh,
bow deep fetched I It was better sho should
die. It wils a mercy sho should die. Sho
would have been a lifelong invalid. But
you cannot argue away a parent's griof.
How often you hear tho moan, "Oh, my
child, my child!" Then there aro tho filial
tears. Little children soon get over tho
loss of parents. They are easily diverted
with a now toy. But where Is tho man
that has como to thirty or forty or fifty
years of ago, who can think of tho old
peoplo without having all tho fountains of
his soul stirred up? You may havo had to
tako care of hor a good many years, but
you nover can forget how sho used to take
care of you.
Thoro have been many sea captains con
verted lu our church, nnd tho peculiarity
of them was that thoy wore nearly all
prayed ashore by their mothers, though
tho mothers went Into the dust soon after
they went to sea. Have you never heard
an old man lu delirium of somo sickness
call tor his mother? Tho fact Is wo get
ao used to calling for her the first ton year
of our llfo wo never get over It, and when
he goes away from us It makes deep sor
row. You sometimes, perhaps, In days of
trouble aud darkness, when tho world
would say, "You ought to bo ablo to take
care of yourself" you wako up from your
dreams (hiding yourself saying, "Oh, moth
er! mother!" Have theso tears no divine
origin? Why, tako all tho warm hearts
that over beat lu all lands, aud In all uges,
and put them together aud their milted
throb would Ijo weak compared with thu
throb of God's eternal sympathy. Yes,
God also Is father of all that rain of re
pentance Did you over seo it ruin of reentanco? Do
you know what It Is that makes u mnu re
pent? I see people going around trying to
repent They cannot repent Do you
kuow no man can repent until God helps
him to repent? How do I know? By this
passage, "Him hath God exalted to bo a
prince aud a Saviour to glvo repentance."
Oh, It Is n tremendous hour when ono
wakes up and says: "I am a bail man. I
have not sinned against tho laws or tho
laud, but I havo wasted my life; God
asked mo for my services and I haven't
given those services. Oh, my sins; God
forglvo mo." When that tear starts it
thrills all heaven. An angel cannot keep
his oyo off it, and tho church of God assem
bles around, nnd there Is a commingling of
tears, and God is tho Father of thnt rain,
the Lord, long suffering, merciful and gra
cious, THE CUV 0F A MOTH EIl'S I1EABT.
In a religious assemblage a man arose
aud saidi "I have been a very wicked man;
1 broko my mother's heart I became an
Infidel, but I have seen my evM way,
and I have surrendered my heart to
God, but It ts a grief that I never can
get over that my parents should, never
have heard of my salvatiou; I don't know
whether they nre llvlug or dead." Whlhi
yet ho was standing in tho audience n
voice from tho gallery said, "OU, my son,
my sonl" Ho looked up and he recognized
her. It was his old mother. She had been
praying for him a great many years, and
when at the foot of tho cross tho prodigal
son and the praying mother embraced each
other, there was a rain, a tremendous rain,
of tears, aud God waa tho Father of those
tears. Ob, that God would break us dowu
with a sense of our sin, aud then lift us
with an appreciation of his mercy. Tears
over our wasted life. Tears over a grieved
spirit Tears over an injured father. Oh,
that God would move upon this audience
with a great wave of religious emotion)
The king of Carthage was dethroned.
His people rebelled against him. He was
driven into banishment His wife and
children were outrageously abused. Years
went by, and the king of Carthage made
many Mends. Ho gathered up a great
army. He marched again toward Car
thage, Reaching the gate of Carthage
the best men or the place came out bare
footed and bareheaded, and with rope
around their neck, crying for mercy.
They said, "We abused you and we abused
your family, but we cry for mercy." The
king of Carthago looked down upon the
people from his chariot aud said: "I came
to bless, I didn't come to destroy. You
drove me out, but this day I pronounce
pardon for all the people. 0on the gates
nnd let the army como In." The king
marched lu and took tho throne, nnd tho
people all shouted, "Long live tho klngl"
My friends, you havo driven tho Lord
Jesus Christ, the King of tho church,
away from your heart; you havo been mal
treating him all these years; but ho comes
back today. He stands In front of the gates
of your soul. If you will only pray for hf
pardon ho will meet you with his gracious
spirit nnd ho will sayi "Thy sins nnd thine
iniquities I will remember no more. 0eti
wide the gate; 1 will take tho throne. My
pence I give unto you." And then, all
through this audience, from tho young and
from tho old, there will lw a ralu of tears,
aud God will 1h tho father of that ralnl
A Mtrrttry Curloiltr.
A veritable literary curiosity Is tho Invi
tation to tho annual dinner of the Fort
nightly Shakespeare club In Now York. It
reads this ways
"Good friends, sweet friends (Julius
Cirsar), 'tis hot Juno (Henry IV), (but)
there are sweet roses in the summer air
(Love's labor Iost), (which) sweetly rec
ommends Itself unto our gentle senses
(Maclcth).
"We hold a feast (Midsummer Night).
It will Is) pastime passing excellent (Tam
ing of tho Shrew). Tho beauty of tho king
dom will Ih! there (Henry VIII). Please
graco us with your company (Maclcth).
You shall Iki welcome (Pericles).
"Kxciises shall not bo admitted (Henry
IV), nnd so fnll not our feast (Macbeth).
"That you do love mo I am nothing Jeal
ous (Julius Cieiar), aud so, I pray you,
come, sit down and do your best (Winter's
Tale).
"Wo know each other well (Trollus aud
Cresslda). Let's take tho instant by the
foroward top (All's Well), framo our minds
to mirth and merriment, which bars a
thousand haruiBand lengthens life (Turn
lng of the Shrew). (We'll e'en) bo red with
mirth (Winter's Talo), and llect tho tlmo as
carelessly as they did In tho golden tlmo
(As You Like It).
"But wherefore wasto I tlmo to counsel
theo (Two Gent lemon). Brief lot mo be
(Hamlet). If 'twere done, when 'tis done
It were well it were done quickly (Mac
beth). "Write It straight (As You Llko It), a
rare letter (Twelfth Night) (aye), a fine
volley of works and quickly shot off (Cym
bellne). "(Say) It Is near dinner time (Two Gen
tlemen), 1 am as constant as tho northern
tar (Midsummer Night) and will bo there
(Two Gentlemen).
"I'll drink tho words you send and
ttiank you ror your pains (Cymbeliuo).
"When all is done (Macbeth) (each guest
shall say) night hath been too brief (Troll
us and Cresslda). I am yours forever Wlu
ter's Tale). Adlou till wo meet (Cyniboline).
"Anna Handali, Dieiil,
"President of the Fortnightly Shakespeare.
"Yet here's a postscript (Twelfth Night).
Open thy purse that tho money (for the
dinner) may bent once delivered (Two Gen-
iicmau;. ueior no time; delays havo dan
gerous ends (Henry VI). A. R, D."
Philadelphia Enquirer.
As Strange as u Iloiuance.
Theso are days of great and surprising
financial boosts.
Twelve years ago a young man lived In a
Maine town. His parents were poor, so
poor that thoy required help from tho
town. The young man himself was crip
pled by rheumatism, was discouraged, and
instead of hustling for tho wherewithal
spent his time In Idleness and fishing. For
several years he, too, was suportcd by
contributions from relatives and the town
fathers. Tho current belief was, "He will
never amount to uuythlng."
Well, did he? Ho cut loose from his
homo and associates, borrowed enough
money to carry him to Massachusetts, and
struck lu for fame and fortune with all the
vim nnd grit for which thoroughly awak
ened Maine boys nro famous.
That was twelvo years ago. Today ho
can draw his check for (500,000, and unless
Indications are aml&s will be a millionaire
within five years. Ho is ouo of the leading
shoo manufacturers In Brockton, Mass.,
aud every dollar or his fortuno waa won by
his own endeavors. Ho has made a pres
ent of a handsome new school houso to bis
native town. He still owns and pays taxes
ou tho old homo place, and there isn't a
man in town but who is proud to point out
tho houso to strangers and tell tho story of
tho man who has mado a big bright mark
In tho bustling world. Lewlston Journal.
The Coffee Cup a lluslueis Thermometer.
Germans began drinking water during
tho Seven Years' war (17G0-C3), stolidly
scoffed at oposltlon to tho practice, and
hated Napoleon all the more for restricting
it by his "Continental Blockade." Uni
versal peace was accompanied by universal
tndulgoncoln tho exhilarating cup. Ameri
cans took kindly to lu contents, and by
constantly enlarging demand imparted
powerful imetus to coffee commerce and
culture. Rlso lu prices during tho great
civil war "diminished tho consumption
about two hundred thousand tons." But
for that it Is usserted that "tho world
would not have had cofTeo enough."
Demand roso with every Union victory,
and fell with ovory Union dofeat. Con
sumption Increased 30.84 per cent In 180),
17.5 per cent, in 1805, 'Z3.& per cent, in 1800,
and 87.23 per cent In 18U7. Removal of
duties and financial prosperity Increased
the call for tho aromatic berry, and ad
vance In price because or short crops or
syndicate oieratious diminished it. Tho
coffee cup Is a business thermometer lu the
United States. Richard Wheatloy in
Harper's Weekly.
The I-argeit Qas Tunk In the World.
Tho erection or an Immense gas holder
said to lie the largest In tho world is now
under way for tho Kast Greenwich station
in London. Somo idea of tho magnitude
of the structure may be obtained when it
is stated that It will have a capacity of 13,
000,000 feet or gas; that it will be SOD feet
in diameter, with an altitude of 180 feet
when at its full height; that Its total
weight will bo 'J.OOO tons, of which 1,840
tons will bo ol wrought iron, GO tons or
cast irou and 820 tons of steel, and that It
will require 1,300 tons of coal to fill it with
gas. For tho reception of the gigantic gas
ometer a coiierete tank 303 feet in diameter
and 31 feet 0 inches deep has been made, at
a cost .of $75,000, the greater part of the
work having been done by the stokers, who
would otherwise have been discharged
during the summer months. The cost of
the holder alone Its manufacture, erection
nd completion will bo (305,075. Now
York Telegram.
Fait Time Eating Eggs.
Edward Smith, a wood carver in the em
ploy of tho Gilbert Clock company, mode a
wager with one of the workmen that be
could eat twenty-four eggs lu three min
utes. Tho contest between Smith and tho
eggs came off Saturday afternoon, and
was won by Smith. As the bet was for only
one dollar it looks decidedly as though
Smith had tho worst of It Waterbury
American.
Advantage of a Hlg Wedding.
There Is a certain frankness of tone in
this sentence from a recent article by Mrs.
Florence Howe Hall, "Ouo advantage of a
largo wedding over a small cue, aud there
fore, lu most cases, of a church wedding,
is that tho bride Is likely to receive a
greater number of presents."
LH-D'i-E'S'
PATENT LEATHER HAND TURNED
SHOES
-7-Worth $6.00,
i,
$4.00.
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Parker &
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THE OLD
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SPECIAL SALE
THIS W66K
ON ALL OHADKH OK
CARPETINGS
Our work speaks for itself, it needs no brn
or bluster, simply your own opinion will testify
to its merits.
A. M. DAVIS & SON.
Phone 219. 1 1 12 O Street.
0pncd Jin. 1, '1)1,
AU Improvement!
The Lincoln,
TKUMH-tt.lU TO S4.10.
he latter price Includes Hntlix.
First-Class in Every Respect!
lliiiiiiift, HhIIh unit ItereptlniiH,
Wo aro especially well prepared to enter
tain Indoor hiiihII HiitherlMKn at I1iiik1IcIh,
llallH, Itcceptlont), Ktc. Kates and full 1 11 for
inatlou eheerfully kIvcii at lluiotllce.
Cor. r nndmhHiN.
SlIKAllrt.V JUnKK.l
What Do You
When
..UllyiBHi -1
BiBBBBHi9996t?
I I Rcleotc fiom the cllv's dutt nnd heat, the dallv loll, the duties of fcociety; rot,
reci cation nnd enjoyment ; opportunity to leaf under spreading trees; to fish In still
pools nnd ruthlng waters; to glide over mirrored lakes; to climb mouatnln heights
Into the pure air ol heaven; to sport In ocenn's rolling surf; to stand on bold head
lands, egnlnst which dash the breaking waves; to Inhale the spicy air of Mrs nnd pines,
the ozone of the mountains; the salt brcees from the sea.
You want to reach these at once by the most picturesque and expeditious route
and by means of trains the most ccmfoitnble, the most luxurious, the safest to be
found. In short, jou want to take the "BURLINGTON," with the confident assur
ance that no disappointment awaits you.
All These You Want
When
J. FRANCIS,
Gen'l Pass. Agent,
Omaha.
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this Week for-r- :
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Sanderson, '
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RELIABLE
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Nebraska's Leading Hotel.
THE MURRAY
Cor. 13th nnd Harney St.,
OS.A.XX.A.. .: 2TES.
STRICTLY FIRST-GLASS
All Modern Improvement) and
Conveniences.
B. SILL0WAY, Pro-rletor.
IRA HIQBY, Principal Clerk
Want
Summer Comes?
Summer Comes.
A C. XIEMEK,
City I'nss. Agent,
Lincoln,'
House
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