Plattsmouth weekly herald. (Plattsmouth, Nebraska) 1882-1892, July 07, 1887, Page 6, Image 6

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Great Kesult Hang on Apparently Slen
der Circumstance The Ciimial, the
Accidental Are I'arts of a Great Plan.
Au Island Itetiveuu Two Eternities.
Maktiia's Vineyakd, Mass., July 3.-.
Many hundreds of Brooklyn Tabernacle
people and their friends have made a pil
grimage to this place. It Is one point in
an excursion of six days, taking in New
port, Nantucket and this island. The
Hev. T. DeWitt Talmage, D.D., preached
here tliia morning in tlie great camp meet
ing tabernacle. Thousands of people were
present from all parts of New Knglaad.
The music was conducted by a band.
Dr. Talmago's text waa: "Through a
window in a basement was I let down by
tho wall." II Cor. xi, 33. lie said:
Sermons on Paul In jail, Paul on Mara
Hill, Paul In the shipwreck, Paid before
the Sanhedrim, Paul lefore Felix are
plentiful, but in my text we have Paul in
a basket. Damascus Is a city of white
and glistening architecture, sometimes
called "the eye of the East," sometimes
called "a pearl surrounded by emeralds,"
at one time distinguished for swords of
the best material called Damascus blades,
and upholstery of richest fabric called
damasks. A horseman by the name of
Saul, riding towards this city, had been
thrown from the saddle. The horse had
dropped under a flash from the sky, which
at the same time was so bright it blinded
tho rider for many days, and, I think, so
permanently injured his eyesight that this
defect of vision became the thorn in the
flesh he afterward speaks of. He started
for Damascus to butcher Christians, but
nfter that hard fall from hia horse he waa
a changed man and preached Christ in
Damascus till the city was shaken to Its
The mayor gives authority for his ar
rest, and the popular cry is "Kill him! kill
himl" The city is surrounded by a high
wall and the gates are watched by the
police lest the Cicilian preacher escape.
Many of the houses are built on the wall,
and their balconies projected clear over
and hovered above the gardens outside.
It was customary to lower baskets oat of
these balconies and pull up fruits and
flowers from the gardens. To this day
visitors at the monastery at Mount Sinai
are lifted and let down in baskets. De
tectives prowled around from house to
house looking for Paul, but his friends hid
htm, now in one place, now in another.
He is no coward, as fifty incidents in his
life demonstrates. But he feels his work
is not done yet, and so he evades assassi
nation. "Ia that preacher here!"' the
foaming mob shout at one house door. "Is
that fanatic here?" the police shout at an
other house door. Sometimes on the street
incognito he passes through a crowd of
clenched fists and sometimes he secretes
himself on the housetops. At last the in
furiated populace get on sure track of
him. They have positive evidence that he
is in the house of one of the Christians,
the balcony of whose home reaches over
the wall. "Here he is! Here he is!" The
vociferation and blasphemy and howling
of the pursuers are at the front door.
They break in. "Fetch out that gospel
izer, and let us hang his head on the city
gate. Where is he?" The emergency was
terrible. Providentially there was a good
stout basket in the house. Paul's friends
fasten a rope to the basket. Paul steps
into it. The basket is lifted to the edge
of the balcony on the wall, and then while
Paul holds on to the rope with both hands
his f rieuda lower away, carefully and cau
tiously, slowly but surely, further down
and further down, until the basket strikes
the earth and the apostle steps out and
afoot, and alone starts on that famous
missionary tour, the story of which has
astonished earth and heaven. Appropri
ate entry in Paul's diary of travels:
4 'Through a window in a basket was I let
down by the wall."
Observe, first, on what a slender tenure
great results hang. The ropemaker who
twisted that cord fastened to that lower
ing basket never knew how much would
depend upon the strength of it. How if
it had been broken and the apostle's life
had been dashed out? What would have
become of the Christian church? All that
magnificent missionary work in Para
philia, Cappadocia, Galatia, Macedonia
would never have been accomplished. All
his writings that make up so indispensable
and enchanting a part of the New Testa
ment would never have been written.
The story of resurrection would never
have been so gloriously told as he told it.
That example of heroic and triumphant
endurance at Phih' the Mediterranean
Euroclydon, under flagellation and at his
beheading would not have kindled the
courage of ten thousand martyrdoms.
But that rope holding that basket, how
'much depended on it! So, again and
again, great results have hung on what
seemed slender circumstances.
Did ever ship of many thousand tons
crossing the sea have such important pas
senger as had Jonce a boat of leaves from
taffrail to stern, only three or four feet,
the vessel made waterproof by a coat of
bitumen, and floating on the Nile with
the infant lawgiver of the Jews on board?
What if some crocodile should crunch it?
Wht if some of the cattle wading in for
a drink should sink it? Vessels of war
sometimes carry forty guns looking
through the port holes, ready to open
battle. But that tiny craft on the Nile
seems to be armed with all the guns of
thunder that bombarded Sinai at the law
giving. On how fragile craft sailed how
much historical importance!
The parsonage at Epworth, England, is
on fire in the night, and the father rushed
through the hallway for the rescue of his
children. Seven children are out and safe
on the ground, but one remains in the
consuming building. That one wakes,
and finding his bed on fire and the build
ing crumbling, comes to the window, and
two peasants make a ladder of their bod
ies, one peasant standing on the shoulder
of the other, and down the human ladder
the boy descends John Wesley. If you
would know how much depended on that
ladder of peasants, ask the millions of
Methodists on both sides of the sea. Ask
their mission stations all around the
world. Ask their hundreds of thousands
already ascended to join their founder
who would have perished but for the liv
ing stairs of peasants' shoulders.
An English ship stopped at Pitcairn
Island, and right in the midst of sur
rounding cannibalism and squalor the
passengers discovered a Christian colony
of churches and schools and beautiful
homes and highest style of religion and
civilization. For fifty years no mission
ary and no Christian influence had landed
there. Why this oasis of light amid a
desert of heathendom? Sixty years be
fore ship had met disaster and one of the
sailors, enable to save anything else, went
to his trvi-X and took out a Bible which
his inothe.' had placed there, and swam
ashore, tho Libia held in bis teeth. The
ltook was read on all sides until the rough
and vicious population were evangelized,
and a churcli was started and an enlight
ened commonwealth established, and tne
world's history has no more brilliant pa?e
than that which tells of the transforma
tion of a natiou by one Ikx k. It did not
seem of mucli importance whether the
sailor continued to hold the book in hia
teeth or let it fall in the breakers, but
upon what small circumstance depended
what mighty results!
Practical inference: There are no m
eigniilcancea in our lives. The minutest
thing is part of a magnitude. Infinity ia
made up of infinitesimals. Great things
an aggregation of small things. Bethle
hem manger pulling on a star in the east
ern sky. One book in a drenched sailor'a
mouth the evangelization of a multitude.
One boat of papyrus on the Nile freighted
with events for all ages. The fate of
Christendom in a basket let down from a
window on the wall. What you do, do
well. If you make a rope make it strong
and true, for you know not how much
may depend on your workmanship. If
you fashion a boat let it be waterproof,
for you know not who may sail in it. If
you put a Bible in the trunk of your boy
as he goes from home, let it be heard in
your prayers, for it may have a mission
as far reaching as the book which the
sailor carried in hia teeth to the Pitcairn
beach. The plainest man's life is an
island between two eternities eternity
past rippling against his shoulders, eter
nity to come touching his brow. The cas
ual, the accidental, that which merely
happened so, are parts of a great plan,
and the rope that lets the fugitive apostle
from the Damascus wall ia the cable that
holds to its mooring the ship of the church
in the northeast storm of the centuries.
Again, notice unrecognized and un
recorded services. Who spun that rope?
Who tied it to the basket? Who steadied
the illustrious preacher as he stepped into
it? Who relaxed not a muscle of the arm
or dismissed an anxious look from his face
until the basket touched the ground and
discharged its magnificent cargo? Not
one of their names has come to us, but
there was no work done that day in Da
mascus or in all the earth compared with
the importance of their work. What if
they had in the agitation tied a knot that
could slip? What if the sound of the mob
at the door had led them to say: "Paul
must take care of himself, and we will
take care of ourselves?" No, no! They
held the rope, and in doing so did more
for the Christian church than any thous
and of us will ever accomplish. But God
knows and has made eternal record of
their undertaking. And they know. How
exultant they must have felt when they
read his letters to the Romans, to the
Corinthians, to the Galatians, to the
Ephesians, to the Philippians, to the Colos
sians, to the Thessalonians, to Timothy, to
Titus, to Philemon, to the Hebrews, and
when they heard how he walked out of
prison with the earthquake unlocking the
door for him, and took command of the
Alexandrian corn ship when the sailors
were nearly scared to death, and preached
a sermon that nearly shook Felix off hia
judgment seat. I hear the men and
women who helped him down through the
window and over the wall talking in pri
vate over the matter, and saying: "How
glad I am that we effected that rescue!
In coming times others may get the glory
of Paul's work, but no one shall rob us of
the satisfaction of knowing that we held
the rope."
Once for thirty-six hours we expected
every moment to go to the bottom of the
ocean. The waves struck through the
skylights and rushed down into the hold
of the ship and hissed against the boilers.
It was an awful time; but, by the blessing
of God and the faithfulness of the men in
charge, we came out of the cyclone and
we arrived at home. Each one before
leaving the ship thanked Capt. Andrews.
I do not think there was a man
or woman that went off that
ship without thanking Capt. Andrews,
and when years after I heard of his death
I was impelled to write a letter of con
dolence to his family in Liverpool. Ev
erybody recognized the goodness, the cour
age, the kindness of Capt. Andrews; but
it occurs to me now that we never thanked
the engineer. He stood away down in the
darkness amid the hissing furnaces doing
his whole duty. Nobody thanked the en
gineer, but God recognized his heroism
and his continuance and his fidelity, and
there will be just as high reward for the
engineer who worked out of sight as for
the captain who stood on the bridge of the
ship in the midst of the howling tempest.
There are said to be about 69,000 minis
ters of religion in this country. About
50,000 I warrant came from early homes
which had to struggle for the necessaries
of life. The sons of rich bankers and
merchants generally become bankers and
merchants. The most of those who be
come ministers are the sons of those who
had terrific struggle to get their everyday
bread. The collegiate and theological ed
ucation of that son took every luxury
from the parental table for eight years.
The other children were more scantily
appareled. The son at college every little
while got a bundle from home. In it
were the socks that mother had knit, sit
ting up late at night, her sight not as
good as once it was. And there also were
some delicacies from the sister's hand for
the voracious appetite of a hungry stu
dent. The father swung the heavy cradle
through the wheat, the sweat rolling from
his chin bedewing every step of the way,
and then sitting down tinder the cherry
tree at noon thinking to himself: "I am
fearfully tired, but it will pay if I can
once see that boy through college, and if
I can know that he will be preaching the
Gospel after I am dead." The younger
children want to know why they can't
have this and that as others do, and the
mother says: "Be patient, my children,
until your brother graduates, and then
you shall have more luxuries; but we
must see that boy through."
The years go by, and the son has been
ordained and is preaching the glorious
Gospel, and a great revival comes, and
souls by scores and hundreds accept the
Gospel from the- lips of that young
preacher, and father and mother, quite
old now, are visiting the son at the vil
lage parsonage, and at the close of a Sab
bath of mighty blessing father and mother
retire to their room, th son lighting the
way and asking them if he can do any
thing to make them more comfortable,
saying if they want anything in the night
Just to knock on the wall And then, all
alone, father and mother talk over the
gracious influences of the day and say:
"Well, it was worth all we went through
to educate that boy. It was a hard pull,
but we held on till the work was done.
The world may not know it, but, mother,
we held the rope, didn't we?" And the
voice, tremulous with joyful emotion, re
sponds: "Yes, father, we held the rope.
I feel my work is done. Now, Lord, let
test thou thy servant depart in peace, for
mine eyes have 6een . thy salvation."
"Pshaw!" says the father,- "I never felt
so much like living in my life as now. I
want to see what that fellow Is going on
to do, he has begun so well."
Something occurs to me quite personal
I was the youngest of a large family of
children. My parents were neither rich
nor poor; four of the sons wanted collegi
ate education, and four obtained it, but
not without great home struggle. We
never heard tho old people say once that
they were denying themselves to effect
this, but I remember now that my parents
always looked tired. I dou't think they
ever got rested until they lay down in
the Sornerville cemetery. Mother would
sit down in the evening and say: "Well,
I don't know what makes me feel so
tired!" Father would fall immediately
to sleep, seated by tho evening stand,
overcome with the day'a fatigues. One
of the four brothers, after preaching the
gospel for about fifty years, entered upon
his heavenly rest. . Another of the four is
on the other side of the earth, a mission
ary of the cross. Two of us are in this
land in the holy ministry, and I think all
of us are willing to acknowlekge our ob
ligation to the old folks at home. About
twenty-one years ago the one, and about
twenty-three years ago the other, put
down the burdens of this life, but they
still hold the rope.
O, men and women here assembled,
you brag sometimes how you have fought
your way in the world, but I think there
have been helpful influences that you have
never fully acknowledged. Has there
not been some influence in your early or
present home that the world cannot see?
Does there not reach to you from among
the New England hills, or from western
prairie, or from southern plantation, or
from English or Scottish or Irish home a
cord of influence that has kept you right
when you would have gone astray, and
which, after you had made a crooked
track, recalled you? The rope may be as
long as thirty years, or five hundred
miles long, or three thousand miles long,
but hands that went out of mortal sight
long ago still hold the rope. You want a
very swift horse, and you need to rowel
him with sharpest spurs, and to let the
reins lie loose upon the neck, and to give
a shout to the racer, if you are going to
ride out of reach of your mother's pray
ers. Why, a ship crossing the Atlantic
in six days can't sail away from that. A
sailor finds' them on the lookout as he
takes his place, and finds them on the
mast as he climbs the ratlines to disen
tangle a rope in the tempest, and finds
them swinging on the hammock when he
turns in. Why not be frank and ac
knowledge it the most of us would long
ago have been dashed to pieces had not
gracious and loving hands steadily, lov
ingly and mightily held the rope.
But there must come a time when we
shall find out who these Damascenes were
who lowered Paul in the basket, and greet
them and all those who have rendered to
God and the world unrecognized and un
recorded services. That is going to be
one of the glad excitements of heaven,
the hunting up and picking out of those
who did great good on earth and got no
credit for it. Here the church has been
going on for nineteen centuries, and yet
the world has not recognized the services
of the people in that Damascus balcony.
Charles G. Finney said to a dying Chris
tian: "Give my love to St. Paul when
you meet him." When you and I meet
him, as we will, I shall ask him to intro
duce me to those people who got him out
of the Damascene peril.
We go into long sermons to prove that
we will be able to recognize people In
heaven, when there is one reason we fail
to present, and that is better than all
God will introduce us. We shall have
them all pointed out. You would not be
guilty of the impoliteness of having
friends in your parlor not introduced, and
celestial politeness will demand that we
be made acquainted with all the heavenly
household. What rehearsal of old times
and recital of stirring reminiscences ! If
others fail to give introdtiction, God will
take us through, and before our first
twenty-four hours in heaven if it were
calculated by earthly timepieces have
passed, we shall meet and talk with more
heavenly celebrities than in our entire
mortal state we met with earthly celebri
ties. Many who made great noise of use
fulness will sit on the last seat by the
front door of the heavenly temple, while
right up within arm's reach of the heav
enly throne will be many who, though
they could not preach themselves or do
great exploits for God, nevertheless held
the rope.
Come, let us go right up and accost
those on this circle of heavenly thrones.
Surely they must have killed in battle a
million men. Surely they must have
been buried with all the cathedrals sound
ing a dirge and all the towers of all the
cities tolling the national grief. Who art
thou, mighty one of heaven? "I lived by
choice the unmarried daughter in an hum
ble home that I might take care of my
parents in their old age, and I endured
without complaint all their querulousness
and administered to all their wants for
twenty years."
Let us pass on round the circle of
thrones. Who art thou, mighty one of
heaven? "I was for thirty years a Chris
tian Invalid, and suffered all the while,
occasionally writing a note of sympathy
for those worse off than I, and was gen
eral confident of all those who had trou
ble, and once in a while I was strong
enough to make a garment for that poor
family in the back lane." Pass on to
another throne. Who art thou, mighty
one of herven? "I was the mother who
raised a whole family of children for God,
and they are out in the world Christian
merchants, Christian mechanics, Chris
tian wives, and I have had full reward
of all my toil." Let us pass on in the
circle of thrones. "I had a Sabbath
school class, and they were always on my
heart, and they all entered the kingdom of
God, and I am waiting for their arrival."
But who art thou, the mighty one of
heaven on this other throne? "In time of
bitter persecution I owned a house in Da
mascus, a house on the wall. A man who
preached Christ was hounded from street to
street and I hid him from the assassins, and
when I found them breaking in my house
and I could no longer keep him safely, I
advised him to flee for his life, and a bas
ket waa let down over the wall with the
maltreated man in it and I was one who
helped hold the rope." And I said: "Is
that all?" And he answered: "That is
alL" And while I was lost in amaze
ment I heard a strong voice that sounded
as though it might once have been hoarse
from many exposures and triumphant as
though it might have belonged to one of
the martyrs, and it said: "Not many
mighty, not many noble are called, but
God hath chosen the weak things of the
world to confound the things which are
mighty, and base things of the world and
things which are despised hath God
chosen, yea, and things which are not to
bring to naught things which are, that no
flesh should glory in His presence." And
I looked to see from whence the voice
come, and lo! it was the very one who
had said: "Through a window in a basket
was I let down by the wall."
Henceforth think of nothing as insignif
icant. A little thing may decide your alL
A Cunarder put - out from England for
New York. It was well equipped, but in
putting ud a stove in the pilot box a nail
was driven too near the compass. You
know how that nail would affect the com
pass. The ship's officer, deceived by fchat
distracted tompass, put the ship 200 miles
off her right course, and suddenly the
man on the look out cried: "Ijand ho!"
and the ship wan halted within a few
yards of her demolition on Nantucket
shoals. A sixpenny nail came near
wrecking a Cunarder. Small ropes hold
mighty destinies.
A minister seated in Boston at his table,
lacking a word puts his hand behind his
head and tilts back his chair to think, and
the ceiling falls and crushes the table and
would have crushed him. A minister in
Jamaica, at night by the light of an in
sect, called the candle fly, is kept from
stepping over a precipice a hundred feet.
F. W. Robertson, the celebrated English
clergyman, said that he entered the min
istry from a train of circumstances
started by the barking of a dog. Had the
wind blown one way on a certain day, the
Spanish Inquisition would have been es
tablished in England; but it blew the
other way, and that dropped tho accursed
institution with 75,000 tons of shipping to
the bottom of the sea, or flung the splin
tered logs on the rocks.
Nothing unimportant in your life or
mine. Three noughts placed on the right
Side of the figure one make a thousand,
and six noughts on the right side of the
figure one a million, and our nothingness
placed on the right side may be augmenta
tion illimitable. All the ages of time and
eternity affected by the basket let down
from a Damascus balcony.
What the Newspapers Say of People
Whom the World Knows.
Joaquin Miller has sold his log cabin in
Washington for 5,100, and its new owner
has rented it to Mr. Adee, assistant secre
tary of state.
Mrs. Cleveland's shoes worn In tho Adi
rondacks were a pair of No. 5s, for which
she paid $5. At least such is the exceed
ingly important statement made by a
Washington shoe dealer.
Sitting Bull ia in mourning for the
death of his eldest daughter. He is at
Standing Rock agency, D. T., and endeav
ored to show his great grief by slaughter
ing all his old enemies. A score of them
were obliged to flee the camp for safety.
Mr. Alma-Tadema has designed a piano
of ebony and oak for a citizen of New
York, with decorative details of cedar,
boxwood and ivy, and with a long, low
picture of Mr. Poynter, R. A., over the
keyboard. The cost is said to be $35,000.
Anna Dickinson is slowly recovering
from a dangerous illness caused by over
work and worry. She has had a narrow
escape from death. A long rest and
change of scene are needed to restore her
to her old time vigor and energy. She is
now at Scranton, Pa.
The czar will soon take a Journey Into
the Don Cossack country, during which
he will present the czarowitz to the Cos
sacks. It is a ride of over 1,200 miles
and a journey surrounded with considera
ble danger, notwithstanding the fact that
the route is well guarded by the Russian
Col. Fred Grant, the eldest son of the
late general, is said to be developing into
a man very much like his father, and in
proof of this, it is told that he is never
seen without a cigar in his mouth. He is
a dull looking young man. His eyes have
no brightness, his features no character
istics, ids complexion no color, and he
seems to be simply fat and dull.
It Is said that it was due directly to
Mrs. Grant that the peculations of Charles
L. Webster & Co.'s bookkeeper were dis
covered. Mps. Grant has an eye, nay,
two eyes, to "the main chance," and her
contract with the publisher stipulated
that at any time she could send an expert
to examine the books. This she did from
time to time, and it was her expert who
discovered the discrepancy during one of
his periodic examinations.
Tbe Snake Understood English.
It is related that some Americans re
cently going through the Jardin des
Plantes of Paris stopped to look at a big
rattlesnake in a cage. It lay motionless,
apparently asleep, but when two of the
party who lingered behind began to speak
English, it inoved, lifted its head and
gave every sign of interest. They told
their companions that the snake under
stood English. The whole party then re
turned to the cage. The snake was ap
parently asleep again. They conversed in
French, but the snake made no move
ment; then the ladies began to speak in
English. The Bnake started, lifted its
head, and showed the same alertness as
before at the sounds. The rattlesnake
proved, on inquiry, to have come from
Virginia. New York Sun.
An Unsuccessful Attempt.
It is "so English, you know;" but still
the attempt of the dudes to introduce the
style of wearing white cuffs and collars
with colored shirts has not been success
ful. One shirt with broad scarlet bands
and another with bright blue polka dots
have been worn on the avenue with white
collars, presumedly to advertise the style;
but the repeated inquiry: "Why don't you
get collars to match your shirt?" and the
undisguised suspicion that old white col
lars were being utilized by the wearers
proved fatal to the innovation. A style
more likely to be adopted Is that displayed
by Fred May, who has shirt, collars, cuffs
and waistcoats of the same patterns of
heavy linen or marseilles. This is expen
sive, looks cool and is vastly becoming.
New York World.
Present for the Twelfth Child.
Some years ago a wealthy citizen of
Bahrenfeld, in the duchy of Holsteln,
promised a worthy married man of that
town that he would give a house to the
man's twelfth child, if he should have that
many. In due time No. 12 arrived,
and the proud father asked the wealthy
citizen to make good his promise. Thi3
he refused to do, saying that the whole
thing was a joke. The father then went
to law about it, and although the promise
was only a verbal one, the court not only
decided in favor of No. 12, but author
ized the plaintiff to choose whichever one
of the defendant's houses he liked best.
New- York Tribune.
For a Wedding: Present.
The London society papers are Just now
overflowing with enthusiasm over the
cleverness of somebody original enough
to give a bride a side saddle for a wed
ding present, a thing which, as she was
an excellent horsewoman, pleased her
STeatly, besides having no duplicate in all
her arrays of gifts. Similar presents were
often given to royal and noble brides in
the day when riding waa a necessity, and
not an amusement; but of late years they
do not suggest themselves when kinsfolk
and friends are puzzling over the awful
question, "What Bhall we give her?"
The Argonaut.
SUAKKR HOY is a Dark Buy pacer, 15 hands high, weighing 1,200
pounds. His close, compact form and noted reputation for endurance make him
one of the best horses of the day. He has a record of 2:2'), and paced the fifth
licat of a race at Columbus, Ohio, in 2:25. He was Lied in Kentucky, sired by
Gen'l Ringgold, and his dam was Tctumseh. lie lias already got one colt in the
2:30 list a marvelous showing for a horse with his chances and stumps him aa
one of the foremost horses in the land.
The old pacing Pilot Mood is what made Maud H., Jay Eye Sec, and others of
lesser note trot. The pneer Blue Bull sired more trotters in the 2:0 list than any
other horse in the world, and their net value far exceeds all horses in Cass county.
Speed and bottom in horses, if not wanted for fporting purposes, nre still of im
mense benefit in saving time and labor in every occupation in which the horse is
employed. It is an old saying that "ho who causes two blades of grass to grow
where only one grew before is a public benefactor;" why less a benefactor he who
produces a horse, which, with same care and expense, will with case travel double
the distance, or do twne the work of an ordinary horse. It costs no more to feed
and enre to raise a good horse than a poor one. The good are always in demand,
and if sold bring double or treble the price of the common horse.
SHAKER BOY will stand the coming season in Cass county, at the following
places and times: W. M. Loughridge's stable at Murray, Monday and Tuesday of
each week. Owner's stable, one mile east of Ei;ht Mile Grove, Wednesday and
Thursday. Louis Korrell's, at the foot of Main street, Phittsmouth, who has a
splendid and convenient stable fitted up for the occasion, Friday and Saturday.
To insure marc with foal, $10.00, if paid for beforo foaling, and if not, $12.00.
Care will be taken to prevent accidents, but will not be responsible, if any occur.
Any one selling mare will be held responsible for fees of service.
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After Diligent Search has fit last been Located, and the
Public will not he greatly surprised to know that
it was found at the Lar&e
Where courteous treatment, square dealing and a MagnifiV
cent Stock of Goods to select from are
responsible for my
Rapidly Increasing Trade.
To Consult me before Buying.
Old, Shop Worn Goods,
At Greatly IReducod Prices.
Ladies' Kid Button Suoes, formerly 3.00. now $2.00.
Ladies' Kid .Butloa Shoes, iormei ly now M.25.
Ladies' Peb. Goat Shoes, formerly &2.7o. row $.1.75.
Ladies' A C1" Shoes, formerly $2.j5, row ?2.00.
Ladies' Kid Opera Slippers, formerly 5?!.. GO. now 75c.
.Men's "Working Shoes, formerly 1.75, now $1.10.
Choice Box of few old Goods left at less than half Cos.!
Manufacturing and Repairing Keatly and
Promptly done.
Wi "ceep constantly on hand a full and complete etock of pure
Drugs and Medicines, Paints,
Wall Paper and a Full tine of
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