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niUnXDAW AUGUST 2, 1883.
TA IMAGE IN THE WEST.
HE PREACHES TO A CHAUTAUQUA
ASSEMBLY.
The Martyr of I'veryclay Ufa The Sworcl
Hua Not Muln So Many us the Needle.
The Majority of Martyr Are Women.
The lleroe of Clrttlun Charity.
LAKF.SIDE, O., July 29. For many
years an nnsombly of tlio Chautauqua
typo has been held nt tlii.- oint. Tho
loading professors, ftcJiolam and clergy
men of this and other lands have ad
dressed tho audiences. The Rev. T. Do
Witt TalmaRe, 1). 1)., of Brooklyn, ia
now here, lie lectured yesterday (Sat
urday) and preached today to throngs in
numerable. Tho subject of bis w-nnoM
today was: "The Martyrs of Everyday
Life." IIo took for his text: "Thou,
therefore, endure hardness." II Tim. ii,
S. Dr. Talmao said :
Historians are not slow to acknowlcdg
tho merits of preat military chieftains.
"We have tho full length jiortraits of tht
Crom wells, the "Washington, tlie Narx
1 eons and the Wellingtons of tho world.
History is not written in black ink, but
with red ink of human blood. Tho godi
of huruan ambition do not drink from
1m)w1s made out of silver or gold or pre
cious Btones, but out of tho bleached
hkulls of the fallen. But I am now ta
unroll l.efore you a scroll of heroes that
tho world has never acknowledgedi
those who faced no guns, blew no bugle
blast, conquered no cities, chained no
captives to their chariot wheels, and yet,
in the preat day of eternity, will stand
higher than those whose names startled
the nations-, nnd seraph and rapt spirit
and archangel will tell their deeds to a
listening universe. I mean the heroes of
common, everyday life.
In this roll, in the first place, I find all
the heroes of the sick room. "When Sa
tan had failed to overcome Job, he said
fo(od: "Put forth thy hand and touch
iis lwnes and his flesh, and he will curse
yhcfi to thy face." Satan had found out
wtiat we havn all found out, that sick
ness is the greatest test of one's charac
ter. A man who can stand that can
tad anything. To be shut jn a room
as fast as though it were a bnstile. To
lie eo nervous vou cannot endure the tap
of a child's foot. To have luxuriant
fruit, which tempts the appetite of the
robust and healthy, excite our loathing
find djiist when it first api-hrs on tho
platter. To have the rapier of pain
strike through tho side, or across
the temples. Jike a razor, or to
put the foot into a. vise, or throw tho
whole bodv into a blaze of fever. Yt
thcro have been men and wonwu, but
more women than men, who have cheer
fully endured this hardness. Through
years of exhausting rheumatism and ex
cruciating neuralgias they have goiio.
and through Ixxlily distresses that rasped
the nerves, and tore the muscles, and
paled tho cheeks, and stooped the shoul
ders. By tlw dim light of the sick room
taper they saw on their wall the picture
of that land where tho inhabitants are
never sick. Through the nXead 6ilence
ot tho night they heard the chorus of the
angels. The cancer ato away her life
from week to week, and day to day, and
she became weaker and weaker, and
every "good night" was feebler than the
"good night" before yet never sad.
The children looked up into her faco and
aw sutTering transformed into a
heavenly 6miie. Thoso who 6uirered
on the battlefield amid shot and shell,
wero not so much heroes and heroines as
those who in the field hospital and in the
asylum had fevers which no ice could
cool and no surgery cure. No shout of
a comrade to cheer them, but numbness,
and aching, and homesickness yet will
ing to suffer, confident in God, hopefit
of heaven. Heroes of rheumatism.
Heroes of neuralgia. Heroes of spinal
complaint. Heroes of sick headache.
Heroes of lifelong invalidism. Heroes
and heroines. They shall reign for ever
and ever.
Hark! I catch just one note of the
eternal anthem: "There shall be no more
pain." Bless God for that.
In this roll I also find the heroes of
toil, who do their work uncomplain
ingly. It is comparatively easy to lead
a regiment into battle when you know
that the whole nation will applaud the
victory; it is comparatively easy to doc
tor the sick when you know that your
skill will bo appreciated by a large com
pany of friends and relatives; it is com
paratively easy to address an audience
when in tho gleaming eyes and the
flushed cheeks you know that your senti
ments are adopted; but to do sewing
where you expect that the employer will
come and thrust his thunib through the
work to show how imperfect it is, or
to have the whole garment thrown
back on you to be done over again ; to
build a wall and know there will be no
one to say you did it well, but only a
swearing employer howling across the
ecaffold; to work until your eyes are
dim and your back aches, and your heart
faints, and to know that if you stop be
fore night your children will starve. Ah!
the sword has not slain so many as the
needle. The great battlefields of our last
war were not Gettysburg and Shiloh and
South Mountain. The great battlefields
of tho last war were in the arsenals, and
in the Bhop3 and in the attics, where
women made army jackets for a sixpence.
They toiled on until they died. They
had no funeral eulogium, but, in the
namo of my God, this day I enroll their
names among those of whom the world
was not worthy. Heroes of the needle.
Heroes of the sewing machine. Heroes
of the attic. Heroes of the cellar. He
roes and heroines. Bless God for them.
In tills roll I also find the heroes who
have uncomplainingly endured domestic
injustices. There are men who for their
toil and anxiety have no sympathy in
their homes. Exhausting application to
business gets them a livelihood, but an
unfrugal wife scatters it. He is fretted
at from the moment he enters the door
until he comes out of it. The exaspera
tions of business life augmented by the
exasperatious of domestic life. Such
men are laughed at, but they have a
heartbreaking trouble, and they would
have long ago gone into appalling disso
lution but for the grace of God.
Society today is strewn with the
wrecks of men, who, under the
northeast storm of doraw'c
Lcity, have been driven on the rocLs.
There are tens of thousands of drunk
ard in tin's country today, made such by
their wives. That is not poetry. That
is piose. But the wrong is generally in
the opiosite direction. You would not
have to go far to find a wife whose life is
a ierietual martyrdom. Something
heavier than a stroke of the fist; unkind
words, sta'gerings home at midnight, and
constant maltreatment which have left
her only a wreck of what she was on that
day when in tho mid.st of a brilliant as
semblage the vowii wero taken, and full
organ played the wedding march, and
tho carriage rolled away with the lene
diclion of the people. What was tho
burning of J,atimcr and Ridley at the
stake compared with this? Thoso men
soon liecame unconscious in the lire, but
here is a fifty years' martyrdom, a fifty
years' putting to death, yet uncomplain
ing. No bitter words when the rollick
ing companions at 2 o'clock in tho morn
ing pitch tho husband dead drunk into
the front entry. No bitter words when
wiping from tho swollen brow tho
Mood struck out in a midnight carousal.
Bending over the battered and bruised
form of him, who, when he took her
from her father's home, promised love,
and kindness and protection, yet nothing
but sympathy, and prayers and forgive
ness before they are asked for. No bit
ter words when the family Bible goes for
rum, and tho pawnbroker's shop gets tho
last decent dress. Some day, desiring to
evoke the story of her sorrows, you say:
"Well, how are you getting along now?"
and rallying her trembling voice, and
quieting her quivering lip. she says:
"Pretty well, I thank you, pretty
well." She never will tell you. In the
delirium of her hist sickness she may tell
all the secrets of her lifetime, but she will
not tell that. Not until the I Kicks of
eternity are opened on tho thrones of
judgment will ever bo known what she
has Buffered. Oh 1 yo who arc twisting a
garland for the victor, put it on ihaf
pale brow. "When she is dead theneigh
lors will )eg linen to make her a shroud,
and she will be carried out in a plain box
with no silver plate to tell her years, for
she has lived a thousand years of trial
and anguish. The gamblers and swin
dlers who destroyed her husband will
not come to the funeral. One carriage
will be enough for that funeral one car
riage to carry tho orphans and the
two Christian women who presided
over the obsequies. But there is a flash,
and the epening of a celestial door, and a
shout: "Lift r.p your head, ye everlast
ing gate, and let her coum iuj" And
Christ will step forth and say : "Come
in! Ye suffered with me on earth, be
glorified with me in heaven." "What is
tho higSjv throne in heaven? You say,
'The throne oi tii.3 7-ord God Almighty
and the Lamb." No iolf: nbout it.
What is the next highest thront iu
heaven? While I speak it seems to me
that it will le the throne of the drunk
ard's wifel if she zith cheerful patknee
endured all her earthly .torteo. Heroes
and heroines.
I find also in this roll the heroes Cf
Christian charity. We all admire the
George" Peabodys and the Janiss Lenoxes
of the earth, who give tens and hundreds
of thousands of dollars to good objects.
But I am speaking this morning of
those who, out of their pinched poverty,
help others of such men as those
Christian missionaries at the west, who
are living on $2&( a jear that they may
proclaim Christ to the people, one of ihem,
writing to the secretary in New York,
saying: "I thank you for that $23. Until
yesterday we have had no meat in our
house for three months. We havo suf
fered terribly. My children have no
shoes this winter." And of llv53 people
who have only a half loaf of bread,
but give a piece of it to others who are
hungrier; and of thoso who have only a
scuttla .of coal, but help others to fuel;
and of those who have only a dollar in
their pocket, and give tiventy-five cents
to somebody else , and of that father who
wears a shabby coat, and of that mother
who wears a faded dress, that their chil
dren may be well appareled. You call
them paupers, or ragamuffins, or emi
grants. I call them heroes and heroines.
You and I may not know where they
live, or what their name is. God knows,
and they have more angels hovering over
them than you and I liave, and they wil
have a higher seat in heaven.
They may have only a cup of cold
water to give a poor traveler or may
have only picked a splinter from under
the nail of a child's linger or have put
only two mites into the treasury, but the
Lord knows them. Considering what
they had, they did more than we have
ever done, and their faded dress will be
come a white robe, and the small room
will be an eternal mansion, and the old
iiat will be a coronet of victory, and all
the applause of earth and all the shout
ing of heaven will be drowned out when
God rises up to give his reward to those
humble workers in his kingdom, and to
.-.ay to them: "Well doue, good and
faithful servant."
You have all seen or heard of the
ruin of Melrose Abbey. I suppose in
omo respects it is the most exquisite
ruin on earth. And yet, looking at it I
was not so impressed you may set it
down to bad taste but I was not so
deeply stirred as I was at a tombstone at
tho foot of that abbey the tombstone
placed by Walter Scott over the grave of
an old man who had served him for a
good many years in his house the in
scription most significant, and I defy
any man to stand there and read it with
out tears coming into his eyes the epi
taph, "Well done, good and faithful ser
vant!" Oh, when our work is over, will
it be found that because of anything we
have done for God, or the church, or
suffering humanity, tliat 6uch an in
scription is appropriate for us? God
grant it.
u ho are those who were bravest and
deserved tho greatest monument Lord
Claverhouse and his burly soldiers, or
John Brown, the Edinburgh carrier, and
his wife? Mr. Atkins, the persecuted
minister of Jesus Christ in Scotland, was
secreted bv John Brown and his wife,
and Claverhouse rode up one day with
his armed men and shouted in front of
the house. John Brown's little girl came
out; "Well, miss, is Mr. Atkins here? '
She made no answer, for she could not
betray the minister of the Gospel. "Ha!"
Claverhouse said, "then you are a chip
of the old block, are you? I have some
thing in my pocket for you. It is a nose
gay. . Some people call.it a thumbscrew.
but I call it a nosegay. " And hegot off
las horse, and he put it on the little girl's
nana, ana began to turn it until 1 the
bones cracked and she cried 1 le said :
"Don't cry, don't cry; this isn't a
thumliscrew; this is a nosegay.'' And
they heard the child's cry, and the
father and mother came out, and Claver
house said: "Ha! it seems that you
three have laid your holy heads together
determined to dio like the rest of your
hy)ocritieal, canting, sniveling crew;
rather than give up goxl Mr. Atkins,
pious Mr. Atkins, you would die. I havo
a tcIeseoio with me that will improve
your vision," and ho pulled out a pistol.
"Now," lie said, "you old pragmatical,
lest you should catch cold in this cold
morning of Scotland, and for tho honor
and safety of the king, to say
nothing of tho glory of God and
tho "eood of our souls, I will
proceed simply and
and most exjditious
blow your brains out."
upon his knees and
in tho neatest
stylo possible to
John Brown fell
began to prav.
"Ah. said Clavernouse, "look: out u
you are going to pray; steer clear of the
king, the council and Richard Came
ron." "O! Lord," said John Brown,
"since it seems to be thy will that I
should leave this world for a world
where I can love thee better and serve
thee more, I put this joor widow woman
and these helpless fatherless children
into thy hands. We have been together
in peace a good while, but now we must
look forth to a better meeting in heaven,
and as for these toor creatures, blind
folded and infatuated, that stand In-fore
me, convert them before it be too late,
and may they who have sat in judgment
in this lonely place on this blessed morn
ing upon me, a joor, defenseless fellow
creature may they, in the last judg
ment, find that mercy which they have
refused to me, thy most unworthy, but
faithful servant. Amen." He rose up
and said: 'Isabel, the hour has come of
which I spoke to you on the morning
when I proiiosed hand and heart to you;
and ae you willing now, for the love of
God, to let me die;'" Bhs put her arms
around him and said: "The Lord gave
and the Lord hath taken away. Blessed
le the name of the Lord!" "Stop that
sniveling," said Claverhouse. "I have
had enough of it. Soldiers, do
work. Take aim'. Fire!" And
head of John Brown was
tered on the ground. While the
your
" the
was gathering up in her apron tho frag
ments of her husband's head gathering
them up for burial Claverhouse looked
into her face and said: "Now, my good
woman, how do you feel now about your
bor.nie man?" "Oh!" she said, "1 al
ways thovg4 X eel of him; he has been
very good to me; ' X" hid yj Reason for
thinking anything but weel of him, and
I think better of him now." O, what a
grand thing it will be in the last day to
see God pick out his heroes and heroines.
Who are itpse paupers trudging off from
the gates of heaveii? Who are they?
The Lord Claverhouses and' the Heious
and those who had scepters, and c?6wn3,
fi"d thrones, but thev lived for their own
aggrandizement, ?,vA they broke the heart
of nauont. Ueroesof earth, but paupers
in eternity. I beat the uiumS f fheir
eternal despair. Woe! woe! woe!
But there is great excitement in
heaven. Why those long processions?
Why the booming of that great bell in
the tower? It is coronation day in
heaven.
Who are those rising
on the thrones
with crowns of eternal
must havo been great
earth, world renowned
royalty? They
people on the
pi-onle, No.
Thev taught in a ragged school
Taught in a ragged school! Is that all?
That is all. Who are those souls waving
scepters of eternal dominion? Why, they
are little children who waited on invalid
mothers Thai; a!l? That is all. She
was called "Little Mary' on earth.
She is an empress now. Who
are that great multitude on the
highest thrones of heaven? Who
are they? Why, they fed the
hungry, thev clothed the naked, they
healed the iLck? they comforted the
heartbroken. They never found any rest
until they put their head down on the
pillow of the sepulcher. God watched
them. God laughed defiance at the ene
mies who put their heels hard down on
these his dear children; and one day the
Lord struck his hand so hard on his
thigh that the omnipotent sword rattled
in tha buckler, as he said: "lam their
God. and no weapon formed against
them shall prosper." What harm can
the world do you when the Lord Al
mighty with unsheathed sword fights for
you?
I preach this sermon for comfort. Go
home to the place just where God has
put you. to play the hero or the heroine.
Do not envy any man his money, or his
applause, or his social position. Do not
envy any woman her wardrobe, or her
exquisite appearance. Be the hero or the
heroine. If there be no flour in the
house, and you do not know where your
children are to get bread, listen, and you
will hear something tapping against the
window pane. Go to the window and
you will find it is the beak of a raven,
and open the window and there will fly
in the messenger that fed Elijah. Do
you think that the God who grows the
cotton of the south will let you freeze
for lack of clothes? Do you think that
the God who allowed the disciples on
Sunday morning to go into the grain
field, and then take the grain and rub it
in their hands and eat do you think God
will let you starve? Did you ever hear
tho experience of that old man:. "I have
been young, and now am I old, yet have
I never seen the righteous forsaken,
or his seed begging bread?" Get up
out of your discouragement, O! troubled
soul, O! sewing woman, O! man
kicked and cuffed by unjust ' em
ployers, O! ye who are hard beset in
the battle of life and know not which
way to turn, O! you bereft one, O! you
6ick one with complaints you have told
to no one, come and get the comfort of
this subject. Listen to our great cap
tain's clrrer: "To him that overcometh
will I give to eat of the fruit of the tree
of life which is in the midst of the para
dise of God."
Persia is ouilding a railroad from Te
heran to the Caspian sea. Instead of be
ginning the railroad at the sea and build
ing inland, bringing forward the rails
and other materials on the road as it
progresses, the Persians have had all the
rails carried on mules across the desert
to Teheran and have begun the building
there. The transportation expenses are
the biggest item almost in the cost of tli6
road. -cf.--r""
FRECKLES TO ORDER.
A Crowing Italtu Which IT OA It
Srcrela Method.
But how do you make freeklosT
"There! I told you that I Lad my trade
secrets ami that I wouldn't U-ll you what tlicy
wfrc unless you want to become a pupil
and perhnps eventually a business rival in
which caso my terms are .7) cash down and
the instruction is cheap at that, too, for It in
volves more bother and requires moro pa
tience to imiwrt the knowledge than you
could possibly imagine. Now, at one time I
operated as a manicure, aud an tho business
was a profitable one a iiuinlor of l;uli-s
sought instructions from me. Well, I opened
a class and charged for a full course,
which included twelve lessons. Do you lo
lievo it, I was actually overrun with students
in less than no time after it became known
that I was giving instructions Aud just as
fast as I graduated one uil gave her a di
ploma to practice, with un M. A. that's a
manicure artist attached to it, she wouM
straightway open up business and in
sist on referring, by kind ierinis
sion, to Mrs. Kauvar. Well, 1 wiw mak
ing more money giving lessons than in fol
lowing my profession; but if you will excuse
the expression and tho seeming egotism, I
havo a pretty long head, und when I found
so many hulf amateurish jersons starting up
in opposition to me, and then using my name
for reference, 1 said it was the beginning of
tho end. Therefore I cudgeled my brain,
brushed up in my chemistry a little, and as
tho June days came and tha desire was upper
most in the female heart to be in the country,
or at least create an impression to that effect,
I was not long in devising my scheme,
"Now, if you really want to know any
thing more about the workings of my
'freckle factory,' the only further insight J
cau possibly give is u little practical illustra
tion on your own face, though where I would
get a chance on that rough leard of yours I
don't know. Here! Sit in this chair. Now
your head back on this rest so! Steady,
now where will you have it? not on your
nose, surely, for your friends would think it
was an incipient blossom. Here on the left
cheek steady now."
From a table covered with perfumes and
loticns, a long, needle like instrument was
taken. Deftly dipping it into a pot contain
ing a purple colored liquid, the fair operatoi'
grasped the tip of the reporter's nose with
one hand, and paying no heed to his starts of
pain, she prodded him on his left cheek half
a dozen times. Then a sponge was dipped
into a colorless liquid and the wound care
fully wipyj.
"There, that's all there is to it! Inside of
three days you will have a freckle on that
siot which will last you the season through,
aud if you wish to repeat the operation often
enough I'll guarantee a crop that will make
you the envy of all your acquaintances; and
when J. have applied a liquid bronze it will
put such a heaithf'jJ look on your face that
when you'gazo npJn it lelieeted ta a lolr 'ng
glass you will imagino that jon bavS been
enjoying the omforts of a month's vacation
th.W?&2?Iw none t!
lenses. JHy charges? Oh, they are reason
able enough twenty -five cents per freckle,
wih 'liberal discount when taken in dozen
lots. Do I have a good trade? Yes, indeed;
I am busy all day, though just at this time'
business is a little bit slack. But I have half
a dozen engagements, beginning in five min
Uic3, $6 that really I must bid you good day.
Call again when you aspire after more freck
les;" and with another pleasant laugh she
showed he reporter to the door. On the
threshold stood two blushing girls, with a
bloom of youth upon their cheeks never
acquired by artificial means. The door
closed upon them as the reporter made his
exit, rubbing his fresh laid freckle and
which, by the way, still clings closer than a
brother to his cheek. Chicago Tribune.
locomotive Signals in J-Jnelami.
The blasts of a trumpet on railroads as a
means of giving signals to engine runners,
switchmen and others engaged in switching
and drilling operations, are now extensively
used in the large yards of the Caledonian
railway 14 t-nd around plasgow, and are
about to be introduced on soma of tho great
railway systems having their termini in Lon
don. According to the code of trumpet sig
nals for shunting, in operation at St. Kollox
freight yard, Glasgow, the various signals
are represented by long blasts, short blasts,
and "crows" of the trumpet, the repetition
of each varying the directions. For in
stance, one long blast of the trumpet means
"move forward," and two long blasts are a
signal to "move back." Each shunter, and
in some cases the signalman, is furnished
with a horn trumpet, which is eleven inches
in length, having a reed inside the mouth
piece, the whole being of very light con
struction. The trumpet is carried by tho
shunter, slung over his left shoulder with a
piece of cord, aud hangs across tho right
hip.
Another ancient and pastoral implement,
the shepherd's crook, is also used for facili
tating switching operations across the water.
Each yardman carries a sort of shepherd's
crook, by which he lifts the chain coupling.
It is stated on good authority that since this
method of coupling, and coupling freight
cars has been adopted on the Caledonian,
that not a single man has been injured in
coupling cars. This can be readily under
stood, as the shepherd's crook obviates the
necessity of going between the cars. The
Argonaut.
He Got a Bad Fiver.
"Ha! ha! by jove, vou know I" he said a3
he entered the Gratiot avenue station the
other day, "but I've been done up, you
know."
"How?" asked the sergeant.
"I was going along a street up here, by
jove! when a chap run into me with such
force as to knock me down, you know. He
insisted on paying me damages, by jove!"
"What damages 1"
"To my plug hat, by jov6! It roiled in
the dust, you know. He insisted on paying
mo a dollar, and rather than hurt his feel
ings I accepted. He gave me a fiver, and I
returned him the change."
"Well?"
"Well, here's the fiver, and it's a dead
broken bank, by jove! Took it into four
places, but it's no go. The chap put up the
job on me, by jove! and I'm four cases out of
pocket, you know. Ha! ha! but I must be
green, by jove very green, indeed. What
would you advise me to do, by jove F De
troit Free Press.
A Boy Proof Cherry Tree,
An ingenious horticulturist up the river
has secured a patent oa a safety cherry tree,
which is warranted boy proof. It is simple
in its construction, and consists in drafting a
sprig of cactus in the tree when young. The
needles spring out all over the trunk and
limbs, thu3 preventing the predatory youth
of the land from stealing the fruit without
reaping the reward of the wicked.
The most unfortunate feature of tho whole
matter rests in the action of a smart boy in
the town, who ha3 constructed a pair of
barbed wire trousers, which enables him to
successfully compete with the cactus, but as
a barbed wire suit is more expensive than a
ton of cherries, its use is not likely to become
universal. Poughkeepsie Enterprise. "
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Celery Compound will do it. Pay your druggist a dollar, and enjoy
life once more. Thousands have. Why not you?
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Will call your attention to the fact that,
they are headquarters for all kinds of Frul 13
and Vegetables.
We are receiving Fresh St raw terries every
d&y .
Oranges, Lemons and Eanana's constantly cn
hand .
Just received, a variety of Canned Ccupc,
We have Fure Maple Sugar and r.o rri&tcke.
BKEQ NETT & TCJTT.
Jonathan Uatt.
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POIIK PACKERS and i.KAi.Kiis ix II UTTER AND ECi.JS.
BEEF, POltK, MUTTOK ANJ) VEAL.
THE BEST THE MARKET AFFORDS ALWAYS ON HAND.
Sugar Cured Meats, Hams. Bacon, Lard, &e., do
ot our own make. The best Lrnnds of OVSTEES, in f uns unci l ulk, fit
"WHOLESALE AND RETAIL.
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Carriages for Pleasure and Short Drives
Always Icpt Heady.
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AGRi CULTURAL IMPLIMEPi
To suit all seasons of tlie year,
lie keeps tlie JJuclceye, Minneapolis and McCor'niic -Hinders, the
Nichols and SLelard Threshing Machines. Peter Shelter and all the
leading Wagons and Luggies kept constantly on hand. LVanch House
Weeping "Water, lie sure and call on Fred before you buy, either at
Plattsmouth or Weeping Water.
iMattsiiioutli ami Weeping; Water, Nebraska
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