CAPITAL CITY COURIER, SATURDAY, JUNE 25, 189.
' BOUND FOR RUSSIA.
OR. TALMAQE 19 ON THE BROAD
ATLANTIC.
X Ulctatoa a Sermon on Ota Tet,
"Far tli Tim of My Departure Ii m
llmid" Slgiilllrnncti of the Won! "!
purturr."
UuooKl.VN, Juno 10. Hv. Dr. Tiilmnm
it now on ttio Atlnntlc, having willed from
Now York on tliu tfttli lunt. for Liverpool
for a preaching tour In Knghind, Scotland,
Irclnml nnd Sweden. Hcfore vlittnvf
Sweden Dr. Tnlnmge will go to Ilusslti,
there to witness the reee)tlon and iIIhjiohI
tlon of the cargo of hrcndfttulTn on board
The Christina Herald relief nteaumhlp Leo,
which nailed Inst week for St, Petersburg
Previous to Ids departure he dlctntetl to
his stenographer the following farewell
ermon, to bo read by the vast and widely
cnttered audiences whom It Is his weekly
privilege to nddress through the medium
of the newspaper press. Hu took his text
from II Timothy Iv, 0, "The time of my
departure If at hand."
Departure! That Is a word used only
twice In nil the llllite. Hut It is a word
often used in the courtroom, and means
the desertion of one courso of pleading for
another. It Is used In navigation to tie
scrlbu the distance between two meridians
passing through the extremities of a
course. It is a "word I have recently heard
applied to my departure from America to
Europe for u preaching tour to last until
September. In a smaller and less signifi
cant sense than that Impliud in the text, I
can say. "The time of my departure In at
hand."
Through the printing press 1 address this
sermon to my readers all the world over,
and when they read it 1 will bo in mid
ocean, and unless something now happens
in my marine experiences I will he In no
condition to preach. Hut how unimpor
tant the word departure when applied to
exchange of continents as when applied to
exchange of worlds as when Paul wrote.
"Tho tlmo of my departure It at hand."
Now departure implies a starting place
and n place of destination. When Paul
left this world, what was tho starting
point? It was a scene of great physical
distress. It was tho Tulllauum, tho lower
dungeon of tho Mamertlno prison, Home,
Italy. The top dungeon was bad enough,
it having no means of ingress or egress,
but through an opening In the top.
Through that the,, prisoner wus lowered,
ami through that came all the food and
air nnil light received. It was a terrible
place, that upper dungeon, but tho Till
liniium was the lower dungeon, and that
was still more wretched, the only light
and the only air coming through tho roof,
lid that roof the tloor of the, upper riuu
gcon. That was Paul's last earthly resi
dence. I was in that lower dungeon in Novem
ber, 1880. It is made of volcanic stone. I
measured it, and from wall to wall It was
fifteen feet. Tho highest roof was seven
feet from tho floor, and thu lowest roof live
feet seven inches. Tho opening in the roof
through which Paul was let down was
three feet wide'. Tho dungeon has a seat
of rock two unit a half feet high and n shelf
of rock four feet high. It was there that
Paul spent his last days on earth, and it is
there that I see him now, in the fearful
dungeon, shivering, blue with cold, wait
ing for that old overcoat which ho had sent
for up toTroas, and which they had not
yet sent down, notwithstanding he had
written for it.
PAUL'S IMI'IIISOXMKKT.
If some skillful surgeon should go Into
that dungeon where Paul is incarcerated,
we might Hud out what are the prospects
of Paul's living through the rough Impris
onment. In the llrst place he Is an old
man, only two years short of seventy. At
that very time when ho inost needs (he
worm Hi, and tho sunlight,' and the fresh
air, he is shut out from tho sun. What are
thoso scars on his ankles? Why, those were
gotten when he was fast, his feet in the
stocks. Kvery time ho turned, the Mesh on
his ankles started. What are thoso scars
on his back? You know ho was whipped
five times, each time getting thirty-nine
strokes ona hundred and ninety-live
bruises on the back (count them!) mado by
the Jews with rods of elm wood, each one
of the one hundred and ninety-five strokes
bringing the blood.
Look at Paul's face and look at his
arms. Where did ho get those bruises?
I think it was when he was struggling
ashore amid the shivered timbers of the
shipwreck. I wee a gash In Paul's side.
Where did he get that? I think he got
that iu the tussle with highwaymen, for
he had lccu in peril of robbers, and he
had money of his own. He was a me
chanic as well as an apostle, and I think
the tents he made were as good as his ser
mons. There is a wanness nbout Paul's looks.
What makes that? I think a part of that
came from tho fact that ho was for twenty
four hours on a plank in tho Mediterranean
sea, suffering terribly, before ho was res
cued, for he says positively, "I was a night
and n day in tho deep." Oh, worn out,
emaciated old maul surely you must Ih
melancholy; no constitution could enduie
this and be cheerful. Hut I press my way
through tho prison until I come up close
to whero ho is, and by the faint light that
streams through tho opening I see on his
face a supernatural joy, and I bow before
him, and I say. 'Aged man, how can you
keep cheerful amid all this gloom?"
His voice startles the darkness of the
ploco as ho cries out. "I am now ready to
bo offered, and the time of my departure is
at hand."
Hurkl What is that shullllng of feet iu
the upper dungeon? Why, Paul has an
invitation to a banquet, and he is going to
dine today with the king. Those shullllng
feet are the feet of tho executioners. They
come and they cry down through the hole
of the dungeon: "Hurry up, old man.
Come, now, get yourself ready." Why,
Paul was ready, lie hail nothing to pack
up. Ho had no baggage to take. He had
been ready a good while. I see him rising
up, and straightening out his stiffened
limbs, and pushing back his white hair
from his cr-jvlccd forehead, and see him
looking up through the hole iu the roof of
the dungeon into the face of his execution
ers, and hear him say, "I am now ready to
be ollereil, and thu time of my departure U
at hand."
Then they lift him out of thu dungeon,
and they start with him to the place of ex
ecution. They say: "Hurry along, old
man, or you will feel the weight of our
spear. Hurry along." "How far is it,"
says Paul, "we have to travel?" "Three
miles." Three miles is a good way for an
old man to travel alter he has been whip
ped and ciippled with maltreatment. Hut
they soon get to the place of execution
Acipiu1 Salvia and liu Is fastened to the
pillar of maityidom. It does not take any
strength to tie him fast. He makes no le
tiMuiuu. O Patill why not now strike for jour
life? You have a great many friends here.
Willi that withered hand Jusj, launch the
thunderbolt of the people upon those In
famous soldiers. No! Paul was not going
to Interfere with his own coronation. He
was too tthul to go. I see him looking up
In the fi:e of his executioner, and, as the
grim olllclal draws the sword, Paul calmly
says, "I am now rvudy to ho oilcicd, am!
the tlm of tny detiarturelsathand." lint
I put tny hand over my eyes, I want not
to see that last struggle. One sharp, keen
stroke, ntid Paul does go to the bantUet.
and Paul diH-s dine w ith the king.
What a transition It was! From the
malaria of Home to the finest climate In
all tho universe the zone of eternal lieanty
nnd health. Ills ashes were put In the
catacombs of Home, but In one moment thk
air of heaven bathed from his soul the last
ache. From shipwreck, from dungeon,
from the biting pain of tho elmwood risls,
.from the sharp sword of the headsman, ho
goes Into the most brilliant assemblage of
heaven, a king among kings, multitudes
of the sainthood rushing out and stretch
Ing forth hands of welcome, for I do really
think that as on the right hand of (iod ft
Christ, so on tho right hand of Christ I
Paul, the second great In heaen.
UK CIIANUKII KINGS.
He changed kings likewise. He fore thu
hour of death, and up to the last moment
he was under Nero, tho thick necked, iIm
cruel eyed, the filthy lipped, thu sculptured
features of that man bringing down to us
to this very day the horrible possibilities
of his nature seated as lie was amid
pictured marbles of Kgypt, under a roof
adorned with mother-of-pearl, In a dining
room which, by machinery, was kept
whirling day and night with most bewitch
ing magnificence, his horses standing in
stalls of solid gold, and t he grounds around
his palace lighted at night by its victims,
who had been hciluuht-d with tar and pitch
and then set on lire to Illumine the dark
ness. That was Paul's king. Hut the next
moment ho goes Into tho realm of him
whose reign Is love, and whoso courts are
paved with love, and whose throne is set
on pillars of love, and whose scepter In
adorped with jewels of love, and whoso
palace Is lighted with love, and whose life
time Is an eternity of love. When Paul
was leaving so much on this side the pillar
of martyrdom to gain so much on the other
side, do you wonder at tho cheerful vale
dictory of the text, "The time of my de
parture is at hand?"
Now, why cannot all the old people have
tho same holy glee as that aged man had?
Charles I, when he was combing his head,
found a gray hair, and he sent It to the
queen as a great Joke, but old age Is really
no joke at nil. For tho last forty years you
have been dreading that which ought to
have boon an exhilaration. You say you
most fear thu struggle at tho moment tho
soul and body part. Hut millions have
endured that moment, and may not we as
well? They got through with It and so
can we.
Hesldes this, all medical men agree in
saying that there Is probably no struggle
at the last moment not so much pain as
the prick of a pin, the seeming signs of
distress being altogether involuntary. Hut
you say, "It Is the uncertainty of the fu
ture." Now, chllil of God, do not play the
iufldel. After Cod lias filled tho Ulble till
It can hold no more with stories of the
good things ahead, better not talk alsjut
uncertainties.
Hut you say, "I cannot bear to think of
parting from friends hero." If you are
old, you have more friends in heaven than
here. Just take tho census. Take some
largo sheet of paper and begin to record
the names of those who have emigrated to
tho other shore; the companions of your
school days, your early business associates,
the friends of midlife nnd those who morn
recently w-nt nwuy. Can It bo that they
have been gone so long you do not care
anymore about them, nnd you do not want
their society? Oh, no. There have la-en
days when you have felt that you could
not endure another moment away from
their blussvd companionship, Thoyharc
gone. You say you would not like to bring
them back to this world of trouble, even if
you had thu power. It would not do to
trust you. God would not give you resur
rection power.
Heforo tomorrow morning you would U
rattling at tliegates of the cemetery, crying
to tho departed: "Come hack to the cradle
where you slept! Come back to the hall
where you used to play! Come back to the
table where you used to sit!" And thore
would be a great burglary in heaven. No,
no. God will not trust you with resurrec
tion power, but he compromises tho mat
ter and says, "You cannot bring them
whero you are, but you can go whore they
are." They are more lovely now than
ever. Were they beautiful here, they are
more beautiful there.
A I'l.ACK OF ItKJL'VKSATION.
Hesldes that, It is more healthy thorn for
you than here, aged man; bettor climate
hero than these hot summers ami cold
winters and late springs; better hearing,
better eyesight; more tonic iu the air;
moreH'rfuine In the bloom; more sweet nesi
In tho song. Do you not feel, aged man,
sometimes as though you would like to get
your arm and foot free? Do you not feel
as though you would like to throw away
spectacles and canes and crutches? Would
you not like to feel the spring and elastic
ity and mirth of an eternal boyhood
When the point at which you start from
this world is old age, and tho point to
which you go is eternal juvcncscence.ngod
man, clap your hands at the anticipation,
and say, In perfect rapture of soul, "The
time of my departure is at hand."
I remark ngaiu, all those ought to feel
tills joy of the text who have a holy curios
ity to know what is beyond this'earthly
terminus. And who has not any curio-it)
about it v Paul, I suppose, had the mos't
satisfactory view of heaven, and ho says,
"It doth not yet appear what we shall bo.'"
It Is like looking through a broken tele
scope. "Now we see through a glass dark
ly." Can you tell me anything about that
heavenly place? You ask me a thousand
questions about it that I cannot answer.
I ask you a thousand questions about it
that you cannot answer. And do you won
der that Paul was so glad when martyr
dom gave him a chance to go over and
mako discoveries Iu that blessed country?
I hope some day, by the grace of fiod,
to go over nnil see for myself, hut not now.
No well man, no prosper! d man, I think,
wants lo go now. Hut thu time will come,
I think, when 1 shall go over. I want to
see what they do there, and I want to see
how they do it. 1 do not want to be look
lug through the gates ajar 'oiver. 1 want
them to swing wide open. There ate ten
thousand things 1 want explained about
you, about m) self, about the government
of this world, about (iod, about ever) tiling.
We start iu a plain path of what we
know, and in a minute come up against a
high wall of w hat we do not know, I won
der how it looks over them. Somebody
tells mo It is like a paved city paved with
gold; and another man tells me it is like a
fountain, and It Is like a tree, and it Is like
a triumphal procession; and the next man
I meet tells melt Isiill figurative. I it-ally
want to know, after the body Is resurrect
ed, what they wear and what they rat, and j
I have nu Immeasurable curiosity to know i
what It Is, iiml how It Is, and where it Is.
Columbus risked his life to find this con
tinent, and shall we shudder to go out on
a voyage of iliMovcry which shall recal a
vaster and more lit 1 1 limit country? John
Franklin risked his life to find a passage
between IcelH-rgs, and shall we dread to
find u passage to eternal slimmer? Men In
Switzerland travel up the heights of the
Matterhorn with alpenstock and guides
and rockets and rocs and, getting half
way up, stumble and fall down in a horri
ble massacre. They just wanted to say
they had Is'en on tho tops of those high
peaks. And shall wo fear to go out for the
ascent of the eternal hills which start a
thousand miles Ih)oiiiI wheie stop the
highest peaks of the Alps, when In that
ascent there Is no peril?
A man doomed to die stepped on the
scaftold and said iu Joy, "Now, In ten
minutes I will know thu great secret."
One minute after the vital function ceased
tho little child that died last night knew
more than Jonathan I'M wards, or St. Paul
himself, befoie he died. Friends, the exit
from this world, or death, if you please to
call It, to the Christian is glorious expla
nation. It isdrmotistratlou. It Is Illumina
tion. It Is sunburst. It Is the opening of
nil tho windows. It Is shutting up the
catechism of doubt and the unrolling of
all the scrolls of positive and accurate In
formation. Instead of standing at the
foot of the ladder and looking up, It Is
standing at thu top of the ladder and look
ing down. It Is the last mystery taken
out of botany and geology and astronomy
and theology.
Oh, will It not he grand to have all ques
tions answered? The perpetually recur
ring Interrogation point changed for thu
mark of exclamation. All riddles solved.
Who will fear to go out on that discovert
when nil tlie questions are to Imi decided
which we have been discussing all our
lives? Who shall not clap his hands In
the anticipation of that blessed country, If
It Iki no better than through holy curiosity
crying, "The time of my departure Is at
hand?"
I remark again wo ought to have the Joy
of the text, because, leaving this world, we
move Into the best society of tho universe,
You see a great crowd of people In some
street, and you say: "Who Is passing there
What general, what prince Is going up
there?" Well, I see a great throng In
heaven. I say: "Who Is tho focus of all
that admiration? Who Is tho center of
that glittering company?" It Is Jestu,
tho champion of all worlds, thu favorite of
all ages.
Do you know what Is the first question
tho soul will ask when It comes through
the gate of heaven? I think the llrstques
tlon will bo, "Whero Is Jesus, thu Saviour
that pardoned my sin; that carried my sor
rows; that fought my battles; that won
my victories?" O radiant one! how 1
would like to see thee! thou of t lie manger,
but without it.4 humiliations; thou of the
cross, but without Its pangs; thou of the
grave, but without its darkness.
TALK WITH .IKSU8.
The Illble intimates that we will talk
with Jesus In heaven Just as a brother
talks with a brother. Now what will you
ask him first? I do not know. I can think
what I would ask Paul first If I saw him
in heaven. I think I would like to hear
him describe thu storm that came upon the
ship when there were two hundred and
seventy-five souls on the vessel, Paul Is
lng the only man on hoard cool enough to
describe the storm. There is a fascination
nbout u ship and thu sea that I never shall
get over, and I think I would like to hear
him talk about that llrst.
Hut when I meet my Lord Jesus Christ,
of what shall I first delight to hear him
speak? Now I think what It Is. I shall
first want to hear the tragedy of his last
hours, and then Luke's account of the
crucifixion, and Mark's account of the
crucifixion, and John's account of the.
crucifixion will he nothing, while from the
living lips of Christ the story shall lie told
of tho gloom that fell, and the devils that
arose, and the fact that Upon his endur
ance depended the rescue of a race, and
there was darkness in the sky, and there
was darkness In the soul, and tho pain
became more sharp, and tho burdens
became more heavy, until the mob began
to swim away from the dying vision of
Christ, ami the cursing of the mob came
to his ears more faintly, and his hands
were fastened to the horizontal plecu of
the cross, and his feet were fastened to the
perH-nillcular piece of the cross, and his
head fell forward In a swoon as he uttered
the last moan and cried, "It Is finished!"
All heaven will stop to listen until the
story Is done, and every harp will be put
down, nnd every lip closed, and all eyes
fixed upon the divine narrator until the
story Is done; and then, at the tap of the
baton, the eternal orchestra will rouse up;
finger on string of harp, and lips to the
mouth of trumpet, there shall roll forth
the oratorio of the .Messiah, "Worthy Is
tho Lamb that was slain to receive bless
ing and riches and honor and glory and
power, world without end!"
What ho endured, oh, w ho cun tell,
To save our souls from death and hell!
When thero was between Paul and that
magnificent Personage only thothlnmss of
tho sharp edge of the sword of the execu
tioner, do you wonder that he wanted to
go? O my Lord Jesus, let one wave of
that glory roll over us! Hark! I hear the
wisldiiig bolls of heaven ringing now. The
marriage of the Lamb has come, and t he
bride hath maile herself ready. Ami now
for a little while goodby! I have no mor
bid feelings about tho future. Hut If any
thing should happen that wo never meet
again in this world, let us meet where
thero are no partings. Our friendship
have been delightful on earth, hut they
will b- more delightful in heaven. And
now I commend you to God and the word
of his grace, which Is able to build u-up
and give us an Inheritance among all them
that aro sanctified.
Where She Miw KuIiiImmts.
A teacher In one of the schools was ex
plaining the phenomenon of thu rainbow
ton class when a member of It, a girl f
sixteen, asked if it was necessary always
to Iiiuuii laxly of water near to produce a
rainbow. "I saw one on tho Huil-on once,
and I have seen them over the little bay
where wo go summers, but I never saw ouu
In New Yoik,"shu exclaimed naively.
"Poor child," said tho teacher, recount
ing the Incident. "I told her tho glorlos of
the heavens and tho beauties of tho firma
ment did leally hang over tills wilder
ne of brick and moitar, though we got
scant view of ihem."-Hi-r Point of View
In New York Times.
lls'iys UriiMiieil In the Flood.
Itissatil that there scarcely a llvlnir
fish In an of the creeki and livers iu this
and adjoining counties in consequence of
the late rain, which worked down so much I
sediment from the black Imni that the I
water became so thick the fish could nut '
breathe Tiiousauds are found on the
banks and sun filiating down the streams.
Cor. Galveston News. '
TOMMY ON MU8IC.
lie Urltr. An t'.oiiy That Is WorlU
Printing.
"Now, Tommy," said tho now teacher,
"you must leai n to speak well and wtilii
well, and todo this you must have prac
tice, sojoii can wrlteoue essay a week. Is
thero any subject you would prefer?"
"No'm," answered Tommy, hoping to
escape the formidable task.
"Then," said the teacher,"! will give
you one You may write your first ossay
on inuslc "
Poor Tommy was discouraged. Thu Idea
of a boy like him writing an essay on
musto! All light, hu wasn't going to be
bluffed, and ho told the teacher he would
dolt.
Tho netTuo!i!ay oflornoon tho teacher
was handed the following:
hSSAV ON MUSIC.
All noises aro of two kinds mtislkel and
otherwise, generally otherwise.
When uiiisii! begun uolssly Is sure. Meb
bo when Adam waked up on creation
inoriilu ami went out to kill a Spring
Chicken for Kvc's breakfast, hu heard tin
first Cow singing cont raltoo, which made
our fourfalher feel very bad. It made him
worst to go In tho house and hear l-jvu
singing "Sweet Violets" to little Cain,
who was afterw-anls a murderer, and no
wonder.
Several hundred years after that "Only
a Pans) Hlnssom" was composed, and
then began the Dark Ages.
Now music rules the world, (I found
that In a book.) No other art or si-Icihm
ever had so many followers not even
Poker. And that is why wo have (511
more's Ockestrn and Thomases Hand and
the High School Ockestrn,
A tnoug thu great est muslshlons the world
over seen Is Moark and Hccthovcn. Sap
pho gave piano, violin and harmony Irs
sous iu ancient Grease, mid became sit
famous that she had u ferryboat named
after her.
Mo.ark is host known by a picture called
"Last Hours of Moxiirk."
Sappho, Mo.ark and Ileethoveii arodead.
hut Joe Fl I tin still lives, because lie wrotii
"Down Went McGlnty."
I will close my esay with some sweet
music of my own:
Of all sweet words that tongue can speak.
The sweetest are thvae, 'no school liuit week,'
Tommy.
Detroit Free Press.
Her Hraaiin.
F.ven an artistic judgment depends on
"the point of view." A Indy who saw t ha,
her servant girl seemed to take a certain
Interest In the objects of art In her parlor
said to her:
"Which one of these figures do you llkii
best, Mary?"
"This one, mum," said Mary, pointing
to the nrmless Venus of Mllo.
"And why do you like tho Venus best?"
"Sure. It's thoalsiest to doost, mum,"
answered the girl. Youth's Companion.
I'liker Term.
j-
rJmf
"A IIUHTKD FLUSH;"
-Life.
Iteuisurtil.
Lady (whose young niece Is about to gn
for a sail with some members of a row lie;
club) I should like to go with you, only I
mu so afraid of drowning Aro the gentle
men good swimmers?
Gentlemen (In chorus) Oh, no: wo can't
swim nt all!
Ijuly Then I think I'll go with you, to'
In that case you aro suro to be careful.
Plauderecke.
Nothing- Thrown In.
Landlord of Watering Place Hotel Doc
Mnneywug like that south room?
Clerk Yes, sir, he's delighted with It.
Says he takes a sun bath In the bay win
dow every day.
Landlord He does, hey? We'll look In
to that; our charges are extra for baths
Chicago Tribune.
A I'Ii-h In Kxtenimtlon.
Judge (to prisoner) You admit bavin;;
perpetrated the burglary at the govern
ment tax office. Have you anything mont
to say?
Prisoner I plead extenuating circum
stances, as 1 used the money for paying
my arrears of taxes. Seifenhlason.
KUIiIuk.
A youth be-Me thu water sits,
Tho noonday sun Is warmly beaming:
HU nose and neck are turkey red,
Ills eye iviMi radiant hope l (.'learning.
Ho watches ilosu tho Isililiing cork
Advancii iim the tiny billows;
A Jerk, a i-li. and high almve
Helmuts a sin ker In the willows.
That's llshliis.
A fair maid trips thu lentils court,
A iloi-u c)i admire her going;
Her hlai k ami ellov IjIhit burns
A hole right throtlk'h the sunset's glowing.
She drlw-s the hall acrns the net.
And into In aria consumed with wishing
ho ill Ives a dart from Cupid's Ism;
She'll hind a sucker too. She's tUhlng.
That's llshlug.
The politician on his rounds
Tackle-, hath worklnguian and grancvr:
He tries to make them think that III)
Alone tan save the land from danger.
He chunks the baby nu thu chin.
Hu i-.i otir wife looks renllj titit lif ill,
Aud.tliouuh miii kinm jou're lift). live,
You look Just tui-uty-lf he's tiuthfuL
That's Ashing.
M little wife beside lilt- ttauds
Ami steals a dimpled arm around me;
A kits iism no lips -that's halt
Nuiie information to aitoiuid mu.
Her bonnet i unite out of st)U-,
Iter summer n nip ipilte iut the uslug;
That Imelj one soctieap utllronn'a
Is just thu one she would bo choosing.
That's rtslilug.
bo, whether the game be tlh or men,
The halt be kisses, worms or blushes
Thu place it t home, by sunn) ol,a
Or tennis ground al eM'iiln.-'s hushes
TU tlionlil a:no the serpent pla)ed
W'Jtli Mother V.i In lMi n' Ismcr.
And A-lum's "in mid dauu'hteisall
Will I ne the sim.i t to Hum's l.ul hours,
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Rudge &
Lincoln, Neb
An Old School in
Ninth Year. 25 Departments. 30 Teachers
llenutlful, lictltli v location, mnjjnlHcont buildings, flue equipments, superior accom
moJatloiis, tronK faculty, comprehensive curriculum, thorough work, hlli moral and
cliilstinu influences nnd low- expenses make tills
The SCHOOL FOR THE MASSES
A practical education without needless
Western
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This great school Is located In Hawthorne, three tulles southwest of the post ollice an
will be connected by electric street car line. YOUR CAR FAKE .'AID. In ordi
that all may see our many advantages In the way ot buildings, equipments faculty, etc
we will pay your car fare from your home to Lincoln provided you are present on the?
opening day of the fall term, Sept. 1892. Write for particulars.
Henil name and addresses of ill yotniK pimple- and wu will semi you cholos of fliio IVIiicU
WESTERN NORMAL COLLEGE, Lincoln, Meb. w- ' htvatuter.
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Refrigerators
Morris Co.
a New Location.
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waste of time or money is furnished ity tl
Normal College
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