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November 23, 1899.
THE NEBRASKA INDEPENDENT.
ji ' IF AGO . : ..
(Continued From Last Week.
Bonie great injury; "you are very
"Don't mention it." toid Bonaparte.
He knocked out the crown of his
caved In old hat, placed it on the table
before him. leaned his elbows on the
table and his face in his hands and
"Ah, my old friend" he thus apos
trophized the hat "you have served
me long, you have served me faithful
ly, but the last day has come! Never
more shall you be borne upon the head
of your master: never more shall you
protect his brow from the burning rays
of summer or the cutting winds of
winter. Henceforth bareheaded must
your master go. Ooodby, goodby, old
X.J 4 At the end ol
' the Gorman ros
of this affecting appeal
ose. He went to the box
ut the foot of his bed. Out of It he
took a black hat which had evidently
been seldom worn and carefully pre
"It's not exactly what you may have
been accustomed to," he said nervous
ly, putting it down beside the battered
chimney pot, "but it might be of some
use, a protection to the head, you
"My frieud,'' said Dona parte, "you
are not following my advice. You are
allowing yourself to be reproached on
my account. Do not make yourself un
Lappy. No: 1 shall go bareheaded."
"No. no. no!" cried the German ener
getically. "I have no use for the hat,
uone at all. It is shut up In the box."
"Then I will take it, my friend. It
Is a comfort to one's own mind when
VOU have iinlntnt innnll v Inlnrod nnu
1 F one to make reparation. I know the
I U feeling. The hat may not be of that re
fined cut of which the old one was, but
It will serve; yes, it will serve. Thank
you." said Bonaparte, adjusting it on
bis head and then replacing It on the
table. "I shall lie down now and take
a little repose," he added. "I much
fear my appetite for supper will be
"I hope not; I hope not," said the
German, reseating himself at his work
and looking much concerned as Bona
parte stretched himself on the bed and
turned the end of the patchwork quilt
over his feet.
"You must not think to make your
departure, not for many days," said
the German presently. "Tant' Sannle
lves her consent, and"
"My friend," said Bonaparte, closing
his eyes sadly, "you are kind, but were
it not that tomorrow is the Sabbath,
weak and trembling as I lie here, I
would proceed on my way. I must
seek work. Idleness but for a day Is
painful. Work, labor that is the se
cret of all true happiness."
TTa rinuhlorl rba nil Inw iinitnr tila honri
I and watched how the German drew
' the leather thongs In and out
I After awhile Lyndall silently put her
I book on the shelf and went home, and
I the German stood up and began to mix
I some water and meal for roaster cakes.
As toe stirred them with bis hands be
"I make always a double supply on
Saturday night. The hands are then
free as the thoughts for Sunday."
"The blessed Sabbath!" said Bona
parte. There was a pause. Bonaparte twist
ed his eyes without moving his head
to see If supper were already on the
fire. "You must sorely miss the adminis
tration of the Lord's word In this deso
late spot." added Bonaparte. "Oh. how
love I thine bouse and the place where
thine honor dwelleth!"
Well, we do; yes," said the German.
"But we do our best. We meet to
other, and 1 well, I say a few words.
,11 perhaps they are iiot wholly lost.
."Stranjie coincidence." said Bona
lrte. "My plan always was the same,
as in the Free State once solitary
4rm one neighbor. Every Sunday 1
called together friend and neighbor,
child and servant, and said, "Rejoice
with me, that we may serve the Lord.'
and then I nddressed them. Ah, those
i were blessed times!" said Bonaparte.
""Would they might return!"
The German ntlrred at the cakes, and
stirred and stirred mid stirred. He
Uould give the stranger his lied, and
be could give the stranger his but, aud
ic could give the stranger his brandy,
Jut his Sunday service!
After a good while he said:
"1 might speak to Taut' Sannle. I
might arrange. You might take the
service In my place If It"-1-
"My friend," said Bonaparte, "it
would give me the profoundest felicity,
the most uubounded satisfaction, but
In these woruout habiliments. In these
deteriorated garments. It would not be
possible. It would not be fitting, that 1
should ofllclate In service of One who
for respect we shall not name. No,
my friend. I will remain here, and.
while you are assembling yourselves
together In the presence of the Ijrd, 1,
t my solitude, will think of and pray
lyou. No; 1 will remain here."
ij was a touching picture the soli
tary man there praying for them. Tbo
Vfaian cleared bis bauds from the
peal and went to the chest from
Iblch be bad taken the black hat
Xtor a little careful feeling about be
roduced a black cloth coat, trousers
A TALE OF LIFE IN THE
waistcoat, which be laid on the
table, smiling knowingly. They were
of new, shining cloth, worn twice n
year, wuen he went to the town to
"nachtmaal." He looked with great
pride at the coat as he unfolded it aud
held It up.
"It's uot the latest fashion, perhaps,
not a west end cut. not exactly, but It
might do. it might serve at a push.
Try It on, try it on:" he said, his old
gray eyes twinkling with pride.
Bonaparte r'tond i:;i and tried on the
coat It fitted admirably. The waist
coat could be made to button by rip
ping up the back, and the trousers
were perfect, but below were the rag
ged boots. The German was not dis
concerted. Going to the beam where
a pair of top boots hung, lie took them
ou, dusted them carefully and put
them down before Bonaparte. The old
eyes now fairly brimmed over with
spa rkliug enjoyment,
"I have only worn them once. They
might serve; they might be endured."
Bonaparte drew them ou and stood
upright, his head almost touching the
beams. The German looked at him
with profound admiration. It was
wonderful what a difference feathers
made in the bird.
SUNDAY KKKVICES SERVICE KO. t
The boy Waldo kissed the pages of
his book and looked up. Far over the
Hat lay the "kopje," a mere speck; the
sheep wandered quietly from bush to
bush; the stillness of the early Sunday
rested everywhere, and the air was
He looked down at his book. On Its
page a black insect crept. He lifted it
off with his finger. Then he leaned on
his elbow, watching Its quivering an
tennae and strange movements, smil
ing. "Even you," he whispered, "shall not
die. Even you he loves. Even you he
will fold in his arms when he takes
everything and makes it perfect and
When the thing had gone, he smooth
ed the leaves of bis Bible somewhat
caressingly. The leaves of that book
bad dropped blood for him once.-They
had taken the brightness out of his
childhood. From, between them had
sprung the visions that bad clung
about him and made night horrible.
Adderlike thoughts had lifted their
heads, had shpt out forked tongues at
him. asking mockingly strange, trivial
questions that be could not answer,
Why did the women in Mark see only
one angel and the women In Luke two?
Could a story be told In opposite ways
and both ways be true? Could It?
Could it? Theu. again: Is there noth
ing always right and nothing always
wrong? Could Jacl, the wife of Hcber
the Keulte, "put her hand to the nail
and her right hand to the workman's
hammer?" nnd could the Spirit of the
Lord chant paeans over her, loud
paeans, high paeans, set in the book of
the Lord, and no voice cry out it was a
mean and dastardly sin to lie aud kill
the trusting in their 6leep? Could the
friend of God marry his own sister
and be beloved, and the man who does
it today goes to hell, to hell? Was
there nothing always right or always
Those leaves had dropped blood for
him once. They had made his heart
heavy and cold; they had robbed his
childhood of Its gladness. Now his
fingers moved over them caressingly.
"My Father God knows, my Father
knows," he said. "We cannot under
stand. He knows." After awhile he
whispered, smiling: "I heard your voice
this morning when my eyes were not
yet open. I felt you near mo. my Fa
ther. Why do you love me so?" His
face was illuminated. "In the last
four months the old question has gone
from me. I know you are good; I know
you love everything; I know, I know, 1
know! 1 could not have borne It any
more, not any more." He laughed
softly. "And all the while I was so
miserable you were looking at me and
loving me, and I never knew It. But
I know It now. I feel Jt!" said the
boy, and he laughed low. "1 feel It!"
After awhile he began partly to sing,
partly to chant, the disconnected verses
of hymns, those which spoke his glad
ness, many times over. The sheep
Willi their senseless eyes turned to look
at him as he sang.
At last he lapsed Into quiet. Then
as the boy lay there staring at bush
and sand he saw a vision.
He had crossed the river of Death
and walked on the other bank In tho
Lord's land of Bculah. Ills feet sank
Into the dark grass, and be walked
alone. Then, far over the fields, he
saw a figure coming across the dark
green grass. At first be thought It
must bo one of the angels, but as It
came nearer lie began to feel what It
was. And It came closer, closer to
htm, and then the voice said, "Come,"
and he knew surely who It was. He
ran to the dear feet and touched them
with bis hands; yes, be held them fast
He lay down beside them. When be
looked up, the face was over blm, and
the glorious eyes were loving hlra, and
they two were there alone together.
He l.tugbed A deep laugh, then start
ed up like one suddenly awakened
"O God." he cried. "1 cannot wait. I
cannot wait! I want to die! I want
to see him! I want to touch him! Let
me die!" He folded his hands, trem
bling. "How can 1 wait so long for
long, long years perhaps? 1 want to
die to see him! I will die any death!
Oh. let me come!"
Weeping, he bowed himself and quiv
ered from head to. foot After a long
while he lifted Ills head.
"Yes: I will wait. I will wait but not
long. Do not let it be very long. Jesus,
King. 1 want you: oh. 1 want you
soon, soon!" He sat still staring across
the plain with his tearful eyes.
SERVICE NO. II.
In the front room of the farmhouse
sat Tant' Sannle In her elbow chair.
In her hand was her great brass clasp
ed hymnbook: round her neck was a
clean white handkerchief; uuder her
feet was a wooden stove. There, too,
sat Em and Lyndall In clean pinafores
and new shoes; there, too. , were the
spruce Hottentot in a starched white
"cappje" and her husband on the other
side of the door, with his wool oiled
and very much combed out nnd staring
at his new leather boots. The KalUr
servants were not there because Tant'
Sannle held they were descended from
apes and needed uo salvation. But the
rest were gathered for the Sunday
service and waited the otflciator.
Meanwhile Bonaparte and the Ger
man approached arm In arm. Bona
parte resplendent In the black cloth
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clothes, a BpothniN shirt and a opotlosn
collar, the tJoru.au In the old salt and
popper, casting ahy glances of admit
tiuu at his cotnpaulon.
At the front door Bouaparte removed
bia lint with much dignity, raised hta
shirt collar aud entered. To tho cud
ter table he walked, put his hat sol
eniuly down uy the big Bible and bow
ed his head over it iu slltsLt prayer.
The Itoer woman looked nt the Hot
tentot, and the Hottentot looked at the
There was one tulag on earth for
which Tant' Sanuie had a profound
reverence, which exercised a subduing
influence over her, which made her for
the time a better woman. That thing
was new, shining black cloth. It made
her think of the "predikant;" It made
her think of the elders, who sat Iu
the top pew of the church ou Sundays,
with the hair so nicely oiled, so holy,
and respectable, with their little swal
lowtalled coats; It made her think of
heaven, where everything was so holy
and respectable and nobody wore tun
cord and the littlest nngel bad a black
tall coat. She wished she hadn't call
ed him a thief and a Iloman Catholic.
She hoped the German hadn't told him
She wondered where those clothes were
when he came In rags to her door.
There was no doubt he was a very re
spectable man. a gentleman.
The German began to read a hytnn.
At the end of each line Bonnparte
groaned aud twice at the end of every
The Boer woman had often heard of
persons groaning during prayers to add
a certain poignancy and llnlsh to them.
Old Jan Vandeiliude, her mother's
brother, always did It after he was
converted, nnd she would have looked
upon It as no especial sign of grace In
any one. But to groan at hymn time!
She was startled. She wondered If he
remembered that she shook her fist in
his face. This was a man of God.
They kuelt down to pray. The Boer
woman weighed 250 pounds and could
uot kneel. She sat In her chair and
peeped between her crossed fingers at
the stranger's back. She could uot
understand what he said, but he was
In earnest. He shook the chair by the
back rail till It made quite a little dust
on the mud Door.
When they rose from their knees,
Bonaparte solemnly seated himself In
the chair and opened the Bible. He
blew his nose, pulled up his sblrt col
lar, smoothed the leaves, stroked down
his capacious waistcoat, blew his nose
again, looked solemnly round the room.
"AH liars shall have their part In the
lake which burnetb with fire and brim
stone, which Is the second death."
Having read this portion of Scrip
ture, Bonaparte paused Impressively
and looked all round the room.
"I shall not, my dear friends," he
said, "long detain you. Much of our
precious time has already fled bliss'
fully from us in the voice of thanks
giving and the tongue of praise. A
few, a very few, words are all I shall
address to you, and may they be as a
rod of iron dividing the bones from
the marrow and the marrow from the
"In the first place, what Is a liar?"
The question was put so pointedly
and followed by a pause so profound
that even the Hottentot man left off
looking at his boots and opened bis
eyes, though he understood not a word.
"I repeat," said Bonaparte, "what is
The sensation was intense. The at
tention of the audience was riveted.
"Have you nny of you ever seen a
liar, my dear friends?" There was a
still longer pause. "I hope not; I truly
hope not. But I will tell you what a
liar Is. I knew a liar once a little boy
who lived in Cape Town, In Short Mar
ket street. Ills mother and I sat to
gether one day discoursing about our
" 'Here, Sampson,' said his mother,
'go and buy sixpence of "nielboss"
from the Malay round the corner.'
"When he came back, she said, 'flow
much bavo you got?'
" 'Five be said.
"He was afraid If be said six and a
half she'd ask for some. And, my
friends, that was a He. The half of a
'melboss stuck In his throat, aud he
died and was burled. And where did
the soul of that little liar go to, my
friends? It went to the lake of Are and
brimstone. This brings me to the sec
ond point of my discourse.
"What is a lake of Ore and brim
stone? I will tell you. my friends,"
said Bonaparte condescendingly. "The
Imagination unaided cannot conceive K,
out Dy me neip or the Lord I will put
It .before your mind's eye.
"I was traveling In Italy once on a
time. I canie to a city called Rome, a
vast city, ,aud near It is a mountain
which spfls forth Arc. Its name Is
Etna. Now. there was a man In that
city of Borne who had not the fear of
God iK'fore his eyes, and lie loved a
woman. The woman died, and he
walked up that mountain spitting fire,
and when he got to the top he threw
himself In nt the hole that Is there.
The next day I went up. I was not
afraid. The Lord preserves his serv
ants. Aud In tholr hands shall the
bear thee up. lest at any time thou
fall Into a volcano. It was a dark
night when I got there, but In the fear
of the Lord I walked to the edge of
the yawning abyss and looked In. That
sight that sight, my friends. Is Im
pressed upon my most Indelible mem
ory. I looked down Into the lurid
depths ujKn an incandescent lake, a
melted fire, a seething sea. The bil
lows rolled from side to side, and on
their fiery crests tossed the white skel
eton of the suicide. Tho heat had
burned the flesh from off the bones.
They lay as a light cork upon the melt
ed fiery waves. One skeleton hand
was raised upward, the finger pointing
to heaven; the othpr, with outstretch
ed finger, pointing downward, as
though it would toy, 'I go below, but
you, Bonaparte, may soar above.' I
guzed; I stood entranced At that In
stant there was a crack In tho lurid
bike. It swelled, expanded, and the
skeleton of the suicide disappeared, to
be seen no more by mortal eye."
Here again Bonaparte rested and
"The lake of melted stone roso In the
crater. It swelled higher nud higher at
the side; it streamed forth at the top.
I had proseneo of mind. Near me was
a rock. I stood upon it. Tho fiery tor
rent was vomited out and streamed on
either side of me. And through that
long aud terrible night I stood there
alone upon that rock, the glowing fiery
lava on every hand, a monument of the
long suffering and tender providence of
the Lord, who spared me that 1 might
this day testify In your ears of him.
"Js'ow, my denr friends, let us deduce
the lessons that are to be learned from
"Firstly, let us never commit suicide.
That mnu is a fool, my friends, thnt
man Is Insane, my friends, who would
leave this earth, my friends. Here are
Joys Innumerable, such as It hath not
entered Into the heart of man to un
derstand, my friends. Here are clothes,
tuy friends; here are beds, my friends;
hero Is delicious food, my friends. Our
precious bodies were given us to love,
to cherish. Oh, let us do so! Oh, let
us never hurt them, but care for and
love them, my friends."
Every one was Impressed, and Bona
"Thirdly. let us not love too much.
If that young man had not loved that
young woman, he would uot hayo
jumped into Mount Etna. The good
men of old never did so. Was Jere
miah ever In love, or Ezeklel. or Hosea,
or even any of the minor prophets? No.
Then why should we be? Thousands
are rolling In thnt lake at this mo
ment who would say, 'It wns love that
brought us here.' Oh. let ua think al
ways of our own souls first.
"A chrir to kecp 'l have, ' ;
A God to ulorlfy, '
A never dvinj soul to ve
And flt it lor the lyr.
"Ob, beloved friends, remember the
little boy and the melboss;' remember
the young girl and the young mau; re
member the lake, the fire and the
brimstone; remember the suicide's
skeleton on the pitchy billows of Mount
Etna; remember the voice of warning
mat Las this day sounded In your ears.
And what I say to you I say to all
watch. May the Lord add bis bless
ing." I :
Ft il . a-kaa
iiere we rtioie closed with a tre
mendous thud. Tant' Sannle loosened
the white handkerchief about her neck
and wiped her eyes, and the colored
girl, seeing her do so. sniffled. They did
not understand the discourse, which
made it the more affecting. There
hung over It that Inscrutable charm
which hovers forever for the human
intellect over the incomprehensible
and shadowy, when the last hymn
was sung, the German conducted the
offlelator to Tant' Sannle, who gra
ciously extended her hand and offered
coffee and a seat on the sofa. Leav
ing him there, the German hurried
away to see how the little plum pud
ding he bad left at home was advanc
ing, and Tant' Sannle remarked that
It was a hot day. Bonaparte gathered
her meaning as she fanned herself
with the end of her apron. He bowed
low In acquiescence. A long silence
followed. Tant Sannle spoke again.
Bonaparte gave her no ear. His eye
was fixed on a small miniature on the
opposite wall, which represented Tant'
Sannle as she bad appeared on the
day before her confirmation, 15 years
before, attired In green muslin. Sud
deuly he started to bis feet, walked
up to the picture and took bis stand
before it Long and wistfully be gazed
into Its features. It was easy to see
that he was deeply moved. With a
sudden movement, as though no longer
able to restrain himself, be seized the
picture, loosened it from its nail and
held it close to bis eyes. At length,
turning to the Boer woman, be said in
a voice of deep emotion:
"Yon will, I trust, dear madame, ex
cuse this exhibition of my feelings, but
this this little picture recalls to me
my first and best beloved, my dear de
parted wife, who Is now a saint In
Tant' Sannle could not understand,
but the Hottentot maid, who had taken
her cent on the floor beside her mis
tress, translated the Knglish into
Dutch as far as she was able.
"Ah, my first, my beloved!" he add
ed, looking tenderly down at the pic
ture. "Oh. the beloved, the beautiful
lineaments! My angel wife! This Is
surely a sister of yours, madame?" he
added, fixing bis eyes on Tant' Sannle.
The Dutchwoman blushed, shook
her bend nnd pointed to herself.
Carefully, Intently, Bonnparte looked
from the picture In his hand to Tant'
Sannle's features and from the fea
tures back to the picture. Then slowly
a ii','tit broke over his countenance.
He looked up. It became a smile. He
looked back at the miniature, His
whole countenance was effulgent.
"Ah, yes; I see it now," he cried.
turning his delighted gaze ou to the
Boer woman, "eyes, mouth, nose, chin.
the very expression!" he cried. "How
Is It possible I did not notice it be
"Take another cup of coffee." said
Tant' Sannle. "Put some sugar In."
Bonnparte hung the plctnre tenderly
up aud was turning to tnke the cup
from her hand when the German ap
peared to say that the pudding was
ready and the meat on the table.
"He's a God fearing man and one
who knows how to behave himself."
said the Boer woman ns he went out
at the door. "If he is ugly, did not the
Lord make blm? And are we to Inngb
at the Lord's handiwork? It Is better
to be ugly and good than pretty nnd
bad, though of course It's nice when
one Is both," said Tant Sannle, look
ing complacently at the picture on the
In the afternoon the German and
Bonnparte sat before the door of tho
cabin. Both smoked In complete si
lence, Bona parte with a book In hi
hands nud his eyes half closed, the
German puffing vigorously and glanc
ing up now nnd again at the serene
blue sky overhead. " ,
"Supposing you you, in fact, mndo
the remark to me," burst forth the
German suddenly, "that you were look
ing for a situation."
' Bonaparte opened his mouth wldo
and eut a stream of smoke through,
his Jlps. ,
"Now. supposing," said the German
"merely supposing, of conrse-th.it
some one some one. in fact shonld
make an offer to you, say, to becomo
schoolmaster on their farm and teach
two children, two little girls perhaps,
and would give you 40 a year, would
you accept It? Just supposing, of
"Well, my dear friend," said Bona
parte, "thnt would depend on circum
stances. Money is no consideration
with me. For my wife I have made
provision for the uext year. My health,
Is broken. Could I meet a place where
a gentleman would be treated as a
gentleman 1 would accept it, however
small the remuneration. With me,"
said Bonaparte, "money Is no consid
eration." "Well," said tho German when he
had taken a whttl or two more from
his pipe, "I think 1 shall go up nnd seo
Tant' Sannle n little. I go up often on
Sunday afternoon to have a general
conversation, to see her, you know.
Nothing nothing particular, yuu
The old man put his book Into his
pocket, and walked up to tho farm
house with a peculiarly knowing and
delighted expression of countenance.
"He doesu't suspect what I'm going
to do," soliloquized the German;
"hnsu't the least Idea; a "nice surprise
The man whom ho had left at hla
doorway winked nt the retreating fig
ure with a wluk that was not to be described.
(Continued next weeek.)
Ilvw are of Ointment furCataarh that con
tain Mrcury, .
as mercury will nurely destroy the sense
of smell and completely derange the
whole system when entering it through
the mucous surfaces. , Such ' articles
should never be used except on proscrip
tion from reputable physicians, as the -damage
they will do is ten fold to the
cood you can possibly derive from them.
Hall's CutttBrh Cure, manufactured by
F. J. Cheney & Co., Toledo O., contains
no mercury, and is taken internally,
acting directly upon the blood and mu
cus surfaces of the system. In buying
Hall's Cataarh Cure be sure you get the
genuine. It is taken internally and is
made in Toledo Ohio, by F. J. Chenny Su
Co. Testimonials free. " . -J3f
Sold by druggists, price 75c per
Hall's Family Pills are the bint
Dr. O. C. REYNOLDS,
Rooms 17, 18, 19, Burr I Jnrnln
Bllr. Phnnea AS.V AAA. l-lllrwUIII
Notice to Creditor!.
In the County Court of Lancaster County. Ne-
braHka. in the matter of the Estate of Jacob
To tlii Cre.litorof mid Eatnte:
You am linrnby notified, thnt I will nit at the
County Court Iioom in Lincoln, in said County,
on the 2nd day f April, It HI, and nsnin on tlio
2nd dny of July, 1!M). to receive and examine
all claims against aid estate, with a view to
their adjustment and allowance. The time
limited for the presentation of claims against
said estate it six months from the 2nd day of
January, A. D.. HMI, nnd the time limited for
the payment of debts is one year from tha 2nd
day of January, A. !., Itxio. , .
Notice of this proceed in is ordered publish- .
ed four weeks successively in The Nebraska
Independent weekly newspaper published in
this htate. .
Witness my hand nnd seal of said Connty
Court this 4lh day of November. 1X9D.
(heal) S. T. Cociikan. County Judtre.
By Dudley Cochran, Clerk.
ARE YOU GOING TO
Tho Through Express From
AND THE " .
Mm Express Fran Kfiisai City.
In add it inn fn Pull
- - wivrjjcio, ireo
tbairCars. and the liest Dining Car
ii ..Lei u me iuriu, are equipped with
Bcf fet Libra icy SMOKING CARS
furnished In Huh at.vla anrt cr.nit
with latest periodicals, illustrated Da-
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THY Til E COLORADO FLYER.
Fast, carries dininc and Pullman
sleepers. Leaves Omaha at 6:40 p.m. :
Kansas City 0:i)0 r.M , St. Joseph 4:50
P.M., and arrives at Ihmvpr ami rvh.ro.
do Springs next morning.
J no. Sebastian, E. W. Tltom pson.
G.F.&T.A.. A.G.K& T.A.,
Chicago. Topeka, Kans.
Frank II. Uarnes, C.r. & T.A.,
The Itock Island Wall Map at th Valtt
lit the best offered to the public. It is
very large and especially adapted to
school purposes. Every teacher of geog
raphy and every business office should
have one. It will be sent postpaid to
any addrcs on receipt ot fifteen cent id
postage stamp or coin.
Address, John Sebastian, Q. P. A. Chi
cago, III. 6
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