THE DAILY HEItALD, LATTSMOUTII, NEBRASKA, .MONDAY, NOVEMBER 28, 1887.
THE WELL OF BETHLEHEM
DISCOURSE BY REV. DR. TALMAGE
AT THE TABERNACLE.
Tli iospl the Fountain of Perpntuat
Youth fckeptlra Meiuiur Kternlty wltb
kn Hoar Claaa and the Throne of God
with a Yard Stick.
DK'mjklyn, Nov. 27. This morning
at the Taliernaele, aftor explaining appro
priate jaH8aes of Scripture, the Rev. T.
I? Witt Talmag, D.D., gave out the
following hjmn, that was Bung by the
congregation with great heartiness:
Curied la sorrow nl iu sin
At ltell's dark door we lar;
But we urine by grace divine.
To tf a glorious lay.
The mibject of the sermon was "Thirst
in a Cavern;" and the text: "Oh that
one would K'vc rno drink of the water of
the of liothlehem, which in by the
gate!" II Samuel xxiii, 1.1.
War, always distressing, is e.siecially
ruinous in harvest time. "When the crops
are all ready for the sickle, to have them
trodden down by cavalry horse and
heavy supply trains gullying the fields, is
enough to make any man's heart sick.
When the last great war broke out in
Europe, and France and Germany were
coming into horrid collision, I rode across
their golden fields, and saw the tents
pitched, and the trenches dug in the very
inidbt of the ripe fields, the long scythe
of battle shareniug to mow down har
vests of men in great winrows of the
dead. It was at this season of the har
vest that the army of the Philistines
came down upon Bethlehem. Hark to
the chimor of their voices, the neighing
of their chargers, the blare of their
trumpets, and tho clash of their shields!
1-et David and his men fall back! The
Jjord's host sometimes loses the day. Hut
David knew where to hide. Ho had
Ijccu brought up in that country. Boys
are inquisitive and they know all about
the region where they were born and
brought up. If you should go back to
tho old homestead, you could, with j-our
eyes shut, find your way to the meadow,
or the orchard, or the hill kick of the
lxou.se, with which you were familiar
thirty or forty years ago. So David
Jinew tho cave of Adullaru. Perhaps, hi
liU Jxyhood days, he had played "hide
and 4-k" with his comrades all a! tout
the old cave; and though others might
not have known it, David did. Travelers
say there Ls only one way of getting into
.tliat cave, and tliat is by a very narrow
jxith; but David was stout, and steady
'iieaiied, and steady nerved, and so, with
hi three brave staff officers, he goes
along that path, finds hi3 way into the
cave, .its down, looks around at the roof
and tle dark passages of the mountain,
feels very weary with the forced march,
and water he muet have, or die. I do
not know but there may havo been drops
. trickling down the side of the cavern, or
that there may have been some water in
the goatskin slung to liis girdle; but that
was not what he wanted. He wanted a
deep, full, cold drink, such as a man geta
nly out of an old well with moss cov-rt-'d
bucket. David remembered that
very near that cave of AduIIam there
was tiuvh a well as that, a well to which
lie ii5i 'I io go in boyhood the well of
Betl.kln-r.ij and he almost imagines that
lie can hear the liquid plash of tliat well,
and hi. parched tongue moves through
his hot lips as he says; "Oh, that one
would giv rno drink of the water of the
well of Bethlehem, which is by tho
gate!"
It was no sooner 6aid than done. The
tliree brave fetatT officers bound to their
feet and start. Brave soldiers will take
even a hint from their commander. But
between them and the well lay the host
of the Pliilistines; and what could three
men do with a great army? Yet where
tliere is a will there is a way, and, with
their swords slashing this way and tliat,
they make their path to the well. While
the" Philistines are amazed at the seem
ing foolhardiness of these three men,
and cannot make up their minds exactly
what it means, the three men have come
io the well. They drop the bucket.
They bring up the water. They iour it
in the pail, and then start for the cave.
'Stop them!"' cry the Philistines. "Clip
them with 3-our swords! Stab them with
your speart.! Stop those three men!"
Too late! They have got around the lull.
The Isot rocks are splashed with tiv over
flowing water from the vessel as it i3
carried up the clifTs. The three men
go along the dangerous path, and with
heeks ilushed with the excitement, and
out of breath in their haste, they
,jlin jLjicir swords, red with the skirmish,
0 tiie.eid? of the cave, and cry out to
JDavid. "There, captain of the host, is
what vou wanted, a drink of tho well of
BetlilJhem, which is by the gate."
A text is of no use to me unless I can
find Christ in it, and unless I can bring a
gospel out of thesa words tint will arouse
uid comfort and bless, I 6h:ill wish I had
VV(r SL-en them; for your time would be
watted, and against my soul the darlr
j-ecord would be made tliat this day 1
utood ix-lore a great audience of tinning,
suffering tied dying men. and told them
of no rescue. By the cross of the Son of
God, by the throne of the eternal judg
ment, that shall not be! ilay the Lord
Jems help me to tell you the truth to
day! You know that carrier pigeons hays
fsonictuxves letters tied under the wing,
nd they fly hundreds of miles 100
yniles in aa hour carrying a message.
So I have thought I would like to have it
now. Oh, heavenly Dove! bring under
thy wirg today, to my soul and to the
bouL; of this "peojle, some message of
light, and love, and peace!
It is not an unusual thing to see peo
ple gather around a well in summer
time. The husbandman puts down his
cradle at the well curb; the builder puts
down his trowel; the traveler puts down
fcfo pack. Then one draws the water for
all the rest, liimself taking the very last.
The cup passed around, and the fires
of thiv.-st are put out; tho traveler starts
on his journey, and the workman takes
up his burden.
My friends, we come today arounu
the Gospel welL We put down our pack
of burdens and our implements of toil.
One icaii most draw the water for those
who have gathered around the well. I
will try and draw the water today; and
if, after I have poured out from this liv
ing fountain for your soul, I just taste of
it myself, you wf3 not begrudge too b
"drink from the water of the well of
Bethlehem, which is by the gate."
This (jopiel well, liko the well spoken
f.f in tho text, is a well of Bethlehem.
David had known hundreds of wells of
water, but he wanted to drink from that
particular one, and he thought nothing
coul l hi. ike his thirst like that. And un
less your soul and mine can get accets to
the fountain ojxn for Bin and unelean
U"ks we iiiut di. That fountain is tho
well of I! tlil hem. It was dug in the
night. It was dug by the light of a lan
lern the star that hung down over the
1. ringer. It was dug, not at the gate of
Cigar's palaces, not in the park of a Je-ru.-ialem
rrirgaiii maker. It was dug in a
barn. The caiwli lifted their weary
heads to listen as the work went on. Tho
hlM'pherds, tinablu to sleep, because the
heavens were Idled with bands of music,
came down to we the owning of tho
well. The aii-Ja of God, at the first
gu.ih of tho living water, dipped their
chalices of joy into it, and drank to the
health of earth and heaven as they cried:
"Glory to God in the highest, and on
earth jeace." Sometimes in our rndem
bams tho water is brought through the
pijx-s of the city to the very nostrils of
the horses or cattle; but this well in tho
B thleheni barn wjis not so much for the
lieasts that icri.-;h ii for our race, thirst
smitten, desert traveled and simoon
struck. Oh, my soul, weary with sin,
stoop down and drink today out of that
Bethlehem well I
"As the hart panteth after the water
brocks, so my soul panteth after Thee, O
God!" You would get a better under
standing of his amidst the Adiroridacks
in summer time. Here comes a swift
footed deer. The hounds are close on
the track; it has leajied chasms and scaled
dills; it is fagged out; its eyes are rolling
in death; its tongue is lolling from its foam
ing mouth. Faster the deer, faster the
dogs, until it plunges into Schroon lake,
and hounds can follow it no farther,
and it puts down i;.s head and mouth
until iluj nostril is clean submerged in the
cool wave, and I understand it: "As the
hart panteth for tho water brook, so
panteth my soul after Thee, O God!"
Oh, bring me water from that well!
Little child, who has learned of Jesus in
t in- Sabbath school, bring me some of that
living water. Old man. who fifty years
sf.70 (iid t find the welt, bring me some of
that wa.ter. Stranger in a strange land,
v. !; u.-.ed to hear sung amidst the High
lands of Seotlaiid, t: the tune of "Bonnie
J h;wn," "The Star, tho Star of Bethle
h -".ii." lring me rihio of that water.
Y I:o -oever drhikcth of that water shall
never thirst. "O'.i, that one would give
ip- i.'rinK c-i tiio water 01 trie well 01
IvL'iil.-hem. which is by the gate!"
Again, this Gospel well, like the one
.' (!:. n of i.i the text, io a captured well.
L'. vi 1 remembered the time when that
g.i:: i water of B lhlehem was in the pos
w - ion of h.'srr.ce.-toi s. Ills father drank
there, I1L5 mother dnnik there. He re
nieiiibered how tho water tasted when he
was a boy, and came up there from play.
We never forget the old well we U3ed to
drink out of when we were boys or girls.
There was something in it that blessed
t'u; lips and refreshed the brow better
than anything we have found since. As
we think of that dear old well, tho memo
ries of the past How into each other like
crystalline drops, sun glinted, and all the
more as we remember that the hands that
ti.;; d to lay hold the rope and the hearts
that beat against the well curb are still
now. Yv'e never got over these reminis
cences. George P. Morris, the great
song writer of this country, once said to
me that his song, "Woodman, Spare That
Tree" was sung in a great concert liall,
and the ne;aories of early life were so
wrought upon the audience by that song
that, after the singing was done, an aged
man arose in the audience, overwhelmed
with emotion, and said, "Sir, will you
please to tell me whether the woodman
really spared that tree?" We never for
get the tree under which we played. We
never forget the fountain at which we
drank. Alas for tho man who has no
early memories!
David thought of that well, that boy
hood well, and he wanted a drink of it,
but he remembered that the Philistines
had captured it. When those three men
tried to come up to the well in lehalf of
David they saw swords gleaming around
about it. And this is true of this
Gospel well. The Philistines have at
times captured it. When we come to take
a full, old fashioned drink of pardon and
comfort, do not their swords of indigna
tion and sarcasm flash? Why, the skeptics
tell us tliat wo cannot come to tliat foun
tain! They say the water is not fit to
drink anyhow. "If you are really thirsty
i:;w, there is the well of philosophy, there
li the well of art, there is the well of
science." They try to substitute, instead
of our lxwhood faith, a modern mixture.
They say a great many beautiful things
about the soul, and they try to feed our
immortal hunger 0:1 rose leaves, and mix
a Jeiiii julep of worldly stimulants, when
iioihiug will satisfy us but "a driak of
tie wr.tcr of the well of Bethlehem, which
is at th.3 gate.' They try to starve us on
hi.'ks, when the lather's banquet is
re." !;.-, and the best ring istaton from the
euoLct, and the sweetest harp is struck
fr the mv.nie. nr:d the swiftest foot is al
r;v:dy lifted f : r the dance. They patronize
hi ..vcn and aboILh hell, and try to meas
ure tiernity vtiUi their hour glass, and
the throne of the great God with their
yard stick! I abhor it. I tell you the
old G.-syxl well is a captured well. I
pray God that there may be somewhere
i.1 iho I:ct b.cst three anointed men,
vhh courage er.ough Jo go forth in the
strength cf the omnipotent Goa, with the
glut -ring swords of truth, to hew tho way
b: ek agahi to that old well. I think the
tide u turning, and that the old Gospel i3
to tr.I;e i:.s plr.ee again in the family, and
in the i:nivi.!?irr, and in the legislative
hall. Ilc-n have tried worldly philoso
phy, and have found out that thev do
no: give any comfort; and that they drcp j
an arctic midnight upon the death pillow, i
They f.::l when there is a dead chill 1
in the house: and when tho soul comes I
to leap i::t ) th fathomless ocean of eter- j
r.hy, they give to the man not so much :
as a broken spar to cling to. Depend .
ir .on it, tlir.t wtil will come into our pes- !
sc.jion again, though it has been cap- 1
turcd. IX there be not three anointed
men in the Lord's host with enough con
si cration to do the work, then the swords ;
will leap from Jehovah's buckler, and the
eternal tliree will descend God the Fa
ther, Cod tJie Son, God the Holy Ghost
conquering for our dying race the way
back again to "sue water pf thp well of
! Bethlehem, which is by the Bat." '
God be for us, who can be against us
"If God spared not his own Hon, but
freely gave him up for us all, how shall
ho not with him also freely give us all
things?" "For I am icrsuaded that
neither height, nor depth, nor angels, nor
principalities, nor powers, nor things
present, nor things to come," shall take
from us into final captivity tho Gospel of
my blessed Ixrd Jesus Christ.
Again, the GosjH'l well, like tho one
ppoken of in my text, Ls a well at the
gate. Tlie traveler stops the camel to
day, and gets down ami dijw out of the
valley of tho east some very boautif ul,
clear, bright water, and that is out of
the very well that David longed for. Do
you know that that well was at the gate
so that nobody could go into Bethlehem
without going right past it? And so it is
with this Gosjk-1 well it is at the gate.
It is, in the first place, at the gate of
purification. We cannot wash away our
sins unless with that water. I take the
responsibility of saying that there is no
man, woman or child in this house
today that lias escaped sinful defile
ment. Do you say it is outrageous
and ungallant for me to make such
a charge? Do you say, "I have never
stolen I have never blasphemed I have
never committed unchastity I have
never leen guilty of murder?" I reply,
you have committed a 6in worse than
blasphemy, worso than unchastity, worse
than theft, worse than murder. We have
all committed it. We have by our 6in
re-crucified the Lord, and that is deicide.
And if there be any who dare to plead
"not guilty" to the indictment, then the
hosts of heaven will lie impaneled as a
jury to render a unanimous verdict against
us; guilty one, guilty all. With what a
slasmng stroke that one passage cuts us
away from all our pretensions: "There
is none that doeth good no, not one."
"Oh," says some one, "all we want, all
the race wants, is development." Now
I want to tell you that the race develops
without tho Gospel into a Sodom, a Five
Points, a great Salt Lake City. It always
develops downward, and never upward,
except as the grace of God lays hold of
it. What, then, in to become of our soul
without Christ? Banishment. Disaster.
But I bless my Lord Jesus Christ that
there is a well at the gate of purification.
For great sin, great pardon. For eighty
years of transgression, an eternity of for
giveness. For crime deep as hell, an
atonement high as heaven; that where
shi aliounded, so grace may much more
abound ; that as 6in reigned unto death,
even so may grace reign through right
eousness unto eternal life by Jesus Christ
our Lord. Angel of the Conenant, dip
thy wing in this living fountain today,
and wave it over this solemn assemblage,
that our souls may be washed in "the
water of the well of Bethlehem, which is
by the gate."
Further, I remark that this well of
the Gospel is at the gate of comfort. Do
you know where David was when he
uttered tho words of the text? He was
in the cave of Adullam. That is where
some of you are now. Has the world
always gone smoothly with you? Has it
never pursued you with slander? Is
your health alwavs good? Have vour.
fortunes never perished? Are your chil
dren all alive and well? Is there one
dead lamb in the fold? Are you igno
rant of the way to the cemetery? Have
you ever heard the bell toll when it
seemed as if every stroke of the iron
clapper beat your heart? Are the skies
as bright when you look into them as
they used to be when other eyes, now
closed, used to look into them? Is there
some trunk or drawer in your house that
you go to only on anniversary days,
when there comes beating against your
soul the surf of a great ocean of agony:
It is the cave of Adullam. The cave ol
Adullam! Is there some David here
whose fatherly heart wayward Absalom
has broken? Is there some Abraham here
who is lonely because Sarah is dead ia
the family plot of Slachpelah? After
thirty or forty years of companionship,
how hard it was for them to part! W'hy
not have two seats in the Lord's chariot,
so that both the old folks might have
gone up at once? My aged mother, in
her last moment, said to my father.
"Father, wouldn't it lie nice if we could
both go together?" No, 110, no. Ys'e
must part. And there are wounded
hearts here today. The world cannot
comfort you. What can it bring you?
Nothing. Nothing. The salve they try
to put on your wounds will not stick.
They cannot, with their bungling sur
gery, mend the broken bones.
Zoppar the Naamathite, and Bildad
the Shuhite, and Eliphaz the Temanite,
come in and talk, and talk, and talk, but
miserable comforters are they all. They
cannot pour light into the cave of Adul
lam. They cannot bring a single draught
of water from "the well of Bethlehem,
which is by the gate." But glory be to
Jesus Christ, there is comfort at the gate!
There is life in the well at the gate. If
you give me time, I will draw up a prom
ise for every man, woman and child in
this house. Aye, I will do it hi two
minutes. I will lay hold the rope of the
old well. What is your trouble? -Oh, ' '
you say, ( 'I am so sick, so weary of life
ailments after ailments." I will draw
up a promise: "The inhabitants shall
never say, 'I am sick.' " What is your
trouble? "Oh, it is loss of friends be
reavement," j-oa say. I will draw you
up a promise, fresh and cool, out of the
well: "I am the resurrection and the life;
he that believeth in me, though he were
dead, jet shall he live." What is your
trouble? You say it is the infirmities of
old age. I will draw you up a promise:
."Down to old age I am with thee, to
hoary hairs will I carry thee," Yv'hat is
your trouble? "Oh," you say, 'I have
a wilowed soul, and my children cry for
bread." I bring up this promise: "Leave
thy fatherless children I will preserve
them alive, and let thy widows trutt in
me." I break through the armed ranks
of your sorrows today, and bring to your
parched lips ' a drink of the water of the
well of Bethlehem, which is by the
gate."
Again, tho Gospel well is at tlie gate
of heaven. I have not heard yet one
single intelligent account of the future
world from anybodv who does not be
lieve in tho Bible. They throw such a !
fog about the subject that I do not want j
to go to the skeptic's heaven, to the
tTanseendentalist's heaven, to tho worldly
philosopher's heaven. I would not ex
cliange the poorest room in your house
for the finest heaven that Huxley or Stu
art Mill or Darwin ever dreamed pf.
Their heaven hns no Christ in it, and a
. heaven without Christ, though vou con Id
sweep the whole universe into it, would
be a hell! Oh, they tell us there are no
song3 there, there are 110 coronation in
heaven that is all Imagination. Thev tell
us we will do there about what we do
here, only on a larger scale geometrize
with clearer intellect, and with aljx n
stock go clainljering up over the icebergs
in an eternal vacation. Kather than
that, I turn to my Bible, and I find
John's picture of that good land, that
heaven which was your lullaby in in
fancy, that heaven whicfc our children
in the Sablath school will sing aliout this
arternoon mat lieaven winch lias a
"well at the gate."
After you have been on a long journey,
and you come in all licdusted and tired
to your home, the first thing you want is
refreshing ablution; and I am glad to
know that after we get through tho pil
grimage of this world the hard, dusty
pilgriruage wo will find a well at the
gate. In that one wash away will go
our sins and sorrows. I do not care
whether cherub or seraph or my own de
parted friends in that bletsed land place
to my lijw the cup; the touch of that cup
will bo life, will lo heaven! I was read
ing of how the ancients sought for the
fountain of jicrpetual youth. They
thought if they could only find and drink
out of that well the old would liecome
young again, the sick would be cured,
and everybody would havo eternal juven
escence. Of course, they could not find
it. Eureka! I have found it! "the water
of the well of Bethlehem, which is by the
gate."
I think we had lietter make a AhVgaiu
with those who leave us, going out of
this world from time to time, as to where
we will meet them. Travelers parting
apjtoint a placo of meeting. They say:
"We will meet at Rome, or wo will meet
at StJckhohn, or Vienna, or Jerusalem,
or Bethlehem." Now, when we come
to stand by the death pillow of those who
arc leaving us for the far land, do not lot
us weep as though we would never see
them again, but let us, there standing,
appoint a place where we wiil meet.
Where shall it be? Shall it be on the
banks of the river? No. Tho banks arc
too long. Shall it be ia the temple? No,
no. There is such a host there ten
thousand times ten thousand. Where
shall we meet our loved ones? Ix-t us
make an appointment to meet at the well
by the gate. Oh, heaven! Sweet heaven!
Dear heaven! Heaven, where our good
friends are! Heaven, where Jesus is!
Heaven! Heaven!
But while I stand here there comes a
revulsion of feeling when Hook into your
eyes and know there are souls here dying
of thirst, notwithstanding the well at the
gate. Between them and the well of
heaven tliere is a great army of sin; r.j:d
though Christ is ready to clear a way to
that well for them, they will not have his
love or intercession.
But I am glad to know that you may
come yet. The well is here the well of
heaven. Come; I do not care how feeble
you are. Let me take hold of your arm,
and steady you up to the well curb. "Ho,
every ono that ihirsteth, come." I would
rather win one soul to Christ this morn
ing than wear the crown of the world's
dominion. Do not let any man go away
and say I did not invite him. Oh, if you
could only just look at my Lord once; if
you could just see him full in the face; aye,
if you could only do as that woman did
whom I read about at the lnginninaj of the
services just come up behind him and
touch his feet methinks you would live.
In northern New Jersey one winter, three
little children wandered off from hom-r
in a snow storm. Night came on.
Father and mother said, "Where are the
children?'" They could not be found.
They started out in haste, and the news
ran to tho neighbors, and before morn
ing it wa3 said that there were hundreds
of men hunting the mountains for those
tliree children, but found them not.
After a while a man imagined there was
a place that had not leen looked at and
h? went and saw the three children. II
examined their Ixidies. lie found th?.;
tho older boy had taken off his coat and
wrapped it around the younger one, the
baby, and then taken olY hi vest and
put it around the other one; and there
they all died, he probably the first, for he
had no coat or vest. Oh, it was a touch
ing scene when that was brought to j
light! I was on the ground a little while
after, and it brought the whole scene to j
my mind; and I thought to myself of a j
more melting scene than that. It is that i
Jesus, our elder brother, took otf the j
rone 01 royalty, ana laia asiqe the last
garment of earthly comfort, that he
might wiap our poor souls from the
blast. Oh, the height, and the depth,
and the length and the breadth of the
love of Christ!
Almost as Bud as a Fire.
In the Leipsic Stadt theatre there Ls an
enormous cistern that overhangs the
6tage, from which an alarming quantity
of water can be flooded down on the
boards at the shortest warning. The
knowledge of this provision has hitherto
been a great 6ource of comfort to the
actors. They were not, however, pre
pared for an impromptu that occurred
several weeks ago. Without a moment's
warning, and in the presence of stalls,
pit and curtain, nearly the whole com
pany was soundly drenched. They had
to make a very hasty retreat from the
stage, to drop the curtain and to get
their clothes dried before they could
again "go on." Tlie audience seemed
immensely amused, and no "demoraliz
ing panic" has to be recorded. Chicago
Herald.
Death of an Investigator.
The chemists of the werld have been
called upon to mourn the recent death of
one of their most celebrated investigators.
I refer to Gustav Robert Kirchhoff . He
was the discoverer of spectrum analysis,
by means of which astronomers have
been enabled to determine the composi
tion of the sun and other heavenly bodies.
It is today the most delicate means of
chemical analysis. Some idea of its pre
cision can be formed when I tell you tliat
it will detect about a 200,000,000th part
of a grain of sodium salvor a 6,000,000th
part of a grain of lithium salt. It has I
enabled chemists to discover several new '
elements and to prove that some sub
stances formerly supposed to be elements
are compounds. The name of Kirchhoff
will long be remembered. Chemut in
GTol Democrat.
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Tin mine quality ol omls 10 )ercciit. eliCJijit-r tlian any liouse lveHt t
the jli-sif-nijipi. Will never lc umlerrold. Call and lieconviiiced.
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FOii ALL
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FURNI
YOU
Parlors, Sii'drooiHs, D.ms.g-rooms.
Kitchens. Hallways nrnl flH'ikes,
(JO TO
Where a niacin lii-cat stock
abound.
JNDEFT AKING AND EBAiRHKG A SPECIALTY
CORNER MAIN AND SIXTH
(SCOCI'SSOil TO
Will Keep constantly mi h.i.nS
ygs and lediciens, raiii5 Oils
"Wall I'aper and
DRUG-GIST'S
P U R E L
E. O. Dovey & Son.
somes!
dEi illiil If mm uUblioa
Fall and Winter Good
Ever brcwgfai to this 3Iarfcet
and shall be pleased to show you a
OF
Wool Dress Goods,
and Trimmings,
Hoisery and Underwear,
Blankets and Comforters,
A splendid assortment ol Ladies' lissses' and Childrens
CLOAKS, WKAFS AND JERSEYS.
"We have also added to onr line of carets some new putteinr,
Flooi? Oil Gloflis, Afcitts qqd lirs.
In men's heavy and fine boots and shoes, also in ladies'. Misses and
Childrens Footgt ar, we have a complete line to which we IJS'VITJ'J
your inspection. All departments i-ull aud Compltte.
HasMMaad
EMPORIUM
BEDROOM
SET !
CLASSICS OF-
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of (Joods nr.d Fair I Vice
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n f.ill r.ni 1:1;. '.( -tcci: 1 ,.:,
a Full .Line of
STJiTIDIIIiZS.
IQU O RS.
E. G. Dovey Sc Son.
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