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THE NEBRASKA INDEPENDENT.
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Continued From Last Week.
an Instant our Imagination seizes
w e are twisting, twirling, trying to
an allegory. The 14 years are 14
'is; we are Paul, and the devil is
abas; Titus i3 Then a sudden
Ing comes to us. We are liars
. hypocrites. We are trying to de
sve ourselves. What la Paul to us
ad Jerusalem? Who are Karnabas
. md Titus? We know not the men.
Before we know we seize the book,
v-tewing it round our head and fling it
with all our might to the farther end
. of the room. We put down-our head
again and weep. Youth and Ignorance
la there anything else that .can weep
so? It is as though the tears were
drop of Mood congealed beneath the
eyelids. Nothing else is like those
tears. After a long time we are Weak
with crying and lie silent, and by
chance we knock against the wood that
stops the broken pane. It falls. Upon
our hot, stiff face a sweet breath of
wind blows. We raise our bead and
.- with our swollen eyes look out at the
beautiful still world, and the sweet
night wind blows In upon us, holy and
gentle,. like a loving breath from the
. lipa of God. Over us a deep peace
comes, a calm, still Joy. The tears
' now flow readily and softly. Oh, the
unutterable gladness! At last, at last,
. we have found It! "The peace with
God," "The sense of sins forgiven."
All doubt vanished, God's voice in the
soul, the Holy Spirit filling us! We feel
." him, we feel him! O Jesus Christ,
through you, through you, this joy! We
A press our hands upoq our breast and
look upward with adoring gladness.
, Boft waves of bliss break through us.
"The peace with God," "The sense of
sins forgiven." Methodists and reviv
alists say the words, and the mocking
world shoots out Its Hp and walks by
em!ling-"Ilypocrite!"
There are more fools and fewer
'' hypocrites than the wise world dreams
. of. The hypocrite is rare as icebergs
la the tropics, the fool common as but
; ' tercups beside a water furrow. Wheth
er you go this way or that you tread
on him. You dare not look at your
own -TeHection in the water, but yov.
jgee one. There is no cant phrase, rot
xen, with age, but it was the dress o
a I J body, none but at heart it sig
nify 1 real bodily or mental condition
which some have passed through.
After hours and nights of frenzied
fear of the supernatural desire to ap
pease the power above, a fierce quiver
ing excitement In every inch of nerve
and blood vessel, there comes a time
When nature cannot endure louger, and
the spring long bent recoils. We sink
down emasculated. Up creeps the
deadly delicious calm:
I have blotted out as a cloud thy
tins and as a thick t cloud thy tres
passes and will remember them no
more forever."
, "We weep with soft, transporting joy.
A few experience this. Mauy imag
ine they experience it, One here and
there lies about it, In the main "the
peace with God. a sense of sins for
given," stands for a certain mental
and physical reaction. Its reality those
know who have felt it.
And we on that moonlight night put
down our head on the window. "O
God, we are happy, happy, thy child
forever! Oh, thank you, God!" And
we drop asleep. .
Next morning the Bible we kiss. We
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A TALE OF LIFE IN THE SS
BOER REPUBLIC. .
are God's forever. We go out fo work,
and it goes happily all day, happily all
night, but hardly so happily, npt hap
pily at all, the. next day, and the next
night the devil asks us," "Where is
your Holy Spirit?"
We cannot tell.
So month by month, summer and
winter, the old life goes on reading,
praying, weeping, praying. They tell
us we become utterly stupid. We
know It. Even the multiplication table
we learned with so much care we for
get The physical world recedes far
ther and farther from us. Truly we
love not the world, neither the things
that are In It. Across the bounds of
sleep our grief follows us. When we
wake in the night, we are sitting up in
bed weeping bitterly or find ourself
outside In the moonlight dressed and
walking up and down and wringing
our hands, and we cannot tell how we
came there.' So pass two years as men
reckon them.
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Then a new time.
Before us there were three courses
possible to go mad, to die, to sleep.
We take the last course, or ' nature
takes It for us. -
All things take rest In sleep. The
beasts, birds, the very flowers, close
their eyes, and the streams are still in
winter. All things take rest Then
why not the human reason also? So
the qu "ilng devil in us drops
asleep, . . in that sleep a beautiful
dream rises for us. Though you hear
all the dreams of men, you will hardly
find a prettier one than ours. It ran so:
In the center of all things is a
Mighty Ileai-t, which, having begotten
all things, loves them, and, having
born them into life, beats with great
throbs of love toward them. No death
for his dear insects, no hell for his dear
men, no burning up for his dear world,
his own, own world that he has made.
In the end all will be beautiful. , Do
not ask us how
tally with facts,
is ' this that It
makes its own.
from going mad.
we make our dream
The glory of a dream
despises facts and
Our dream saves us
Thatjs enough.
Its peculiar point of sweetness lay
here. "When the Mighty Heart's yearn
ing of love became too great for other
expression it shaped itself Into the
sweet Eose of heaven, the beloved Man
god.
Jesu3, you Jesus of our dream, how
we loved you! No Bible tells of you as
we knew you. Your sweet hands held
ours fast. Your sweet voica said al
ways "I am here, my loved one, not
far ofT. Put your arms about me and
hold fast."
We find him in everything in those
days. When the little weary lamb we
drive home drags its feet, we seize on
it and carry it with Its head against
our face. His little lamb! We feel we
have got him.
When the drunken Kafflr lies by the
road in the sun, we draw his blanket
over his head and put green branches
of milk bush on it. His Kafflr why
should the sun hurt him?
In the evening, when the clouds lift
themselves like gates and the red
lights shine through them, we cry; for
in such glory he will come, and the
hands that ache to touch him will hold
him, and we shall see the beautiful
hair and eyes of our God. "Lift up
your heads, ye gates, and be ye lifted
up, ye everlasting doors, and our King
of glory shall come in!"
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Richard D. Creech, of 1062
Second Street, Appleton, Wis
consin, says : .,
"Our son Willard was abso
lutely helpless. - His lower limbs
were paralyzed, and when we
used electricity he could not feel
it below his hips. Finally my
mother, who lives in Canada,"
wrote advising the use of Dr.
Williams Pink Pills for Pale
People and I bought some. This
was when our boy had been on
the stretcher for an entire year
ant helpless for nine months.
In six weeks after taking the
pills we rioted signs of vitality
in his legs, and in four months
he was able to go to school. It
was . nothing else in the world
that saved the boy than Dr.
Williams Pink Pills for Pale
People." From the Crescent
Appleton Wis .
Dr. Wu,ians, Pink Pilia for Pale Peopls ,
contain, ia a condenned form, all the ele
ment necessary to give new life and richness
to the blood and restore shattered nerrea.
They are an unfailing specific for such dis
eases u locomotor ataxia partial paralysis,
St. Vitus' dance, eciatica, neuralgia rheu
matism, nervous headache, the after-effects of
la grippe, palpitation of the heart, pale and
sallow complexions, all forms of weakness
either In male or female. .
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Dr. Williams' Pink Pill Tor Pais Peeple art never
sold bjthe tfoxen or hundred, but always in pack
ages. At all druggists, or direct from ttoe Or. Wil
liams Medicine Csmpanv. Schenectady, H. Y., 50
cents par box, 6 DoxM :
The purple flowers, the little purple
flowers, are his eyes, looking at us. We
kiss them and kneel alone on the flat,
rejoicing over them. And the wilder
ness and the solitary place shall be
glad for him, and the desert shall re
joice and blossom as a rose. "
If ever in our tearful, joyful ecstasy
the poor sleepy, half dead devil should
raise hia head, we laugh at him. It Is
not his hour now.
''If there should be a hell, after all!"
he mutters. "If your God should be
cruel! If there should be no God! If
you should find out it Is all imagina
tion! If"
We laugh at him. When a man sits
n the warm sunshine, do you ask him
for proof of It? He feels; that Is all
And we feel; that is all. We want no
proof of our God. We feel, we feel!
We do not believe in our God because
the Bible tells us'of him. We believe
n the Bible because he tells us of it
We feel him. we feel him, we feel; that
3 all. And the poor half swamped
devil mutters:
"But If the day should come when
you do not feel?''
. And we laugh and cry him down.
"It will never come never!" And
the poor devil slinks to sleep again
with his tall between his legs. Fierce
assertion -many times repeated Is hard
to stand against. Only time separates
the truth from the lie. So we dream
on.
One day we go with our father t
town, to charcb. Tae townspeople rus
tle in their silks arid the men in their
sleek cloth and settle' themselves in
their pews, and the light shines in
through the windows on the artificial
flowers in the women's bonnets. We
have the same miserable feeling that
we have in a shop where all tbfe clerks
are very smart. We wish our father
hadn't brought us to town and we
were out on the "karroo." Then the
man in the pulpit begins to preach.
His text Is, "He that believeth not
shall be damned."
The day before the magistrate's
clerk, who was an atheist, has died in
the street, struck by lightning.
. The man in the pulpit mentions no
name, but he talks of "the hand of
God made visible among us." He tells
us how, when the white stroke ; fell,
quivering and naked, the soul fled, rob
bed of his earthly filament, and lay at
the footstool of God; how over its head
has been poured out the wrath of the
Mighty One, whose existence It has
denied, and, quivering and terrified,
it has fled to the everlasting shade.
We, as we listen, half start up. Ev
ery drop of blood in our body has rush
ed to our head. He Mies, he lies, he
lies! That man In the pulpit lies! Will
no one stop him? Have none of them
heard, do none of them know, that
when the poor dark soul shut its eyes
on eartn it opened, tnem in the still
light of heaven; that there is no wrath
where God's face Is; that if one could
once creep to the footstool of God there
Is everlasting peace there, like the
fresh stillness of the early morning?
While the atheist lay wondering and
afraid God bent down and said: "My
child, here I am I, whom you have
not known; I, whom you have not be
lieved in. I am here. I sent my mes
senger, the white sheet lightning, to
call you home. I am here."
Then the poor soul turned to the light.
Its weakness and pain were gone for-.
ever.
' Have they not known, have they not
heard, who It is rules?
"For a little moment have I hidden
my face from thee, but with everlast
ing kindness will I have mercy upon
thee, saith the Lord thy Redeemer."
We mutter on to ourselves till some
one pulls us violently by the arm to re
mind us we are in church. We see
nothing but our own ideas.
Presently every one turns to pray.
There are GOO souls lifting themselves
to the Everlasting Light.
Behind us sit two pretty ladies. One
hands her scent bottle softly to the
other, and a mother pulls down her
little girl's frock. One lady drops her
handkerchief. A gentleman picks it up.
She blushes. The women in the choir
turn softly the leaves of their tune
books to be ready when the praying Is
done. It is as though they thought
more of the singing than the Everlast
ing Father. Oh, would it not be more
worship of him to sit alone in the "kar
roo" and kiss one little purple flower
that he had made? Is it not mockery?
Then thethought comes, "What doest
thou here, Elijah V We who judge
what are we better than they? Rather
worse. Is it any excuse to say, "I am
but a child and must come?" Does
God allow any soul to step in between
the spirit he made and himself? What
do we there In that place where all
the words are lies against the All Fa
ther? Filled with horror, we turn and
flee out of the place. On the pavement
we smite our foot and swear in our
child's soul never again to enter those
places where men come to sing and
pray. We are questioned afterward.
Why was it we went out of the church?
How can we explain? We stand
silent. Then we are pressed further,
and we try to tell. Then a head is
shaken solemnly at us. No one can
think It wrong to go to the house of the
Lord. It Is the Idle excuse of a wicked
boy. When will we think seriously of
our souls and love going to church?
We are wicked, very wicked. And we
we slink away and go alone to cry.
Will it be always so? Whether we
hate and doubt or whether we believe
and love, to our dearest are we to seem
always wicked?
We do not. yet know that in the soul's
search for truth the bitterness lies here
i-the striving cannot always hide it
self among the thoughts. Sooner or
later It will clothe itself in outward
action. Then it steps in and divides
between the soul and what It loves.
A1IV things on earth hare their price.
and for truth we pay the dearest 1 We
barter it for love and sympathy. The
road to honor is paved with thorns.
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Then at last a new time the time of
waking, short, sharp and not pleasant.
as wakings often are.
Sleep and dreams exist on this con
dition that no one wake the dreamer.
And now life takes, us up between
her finger and thumb, shakes us furi
ously, till our poor nodding head is well
nigh rolled from our shoulders, and be
sets us down a little hardly on the bare
earth, bruised and ore, but preter
naturally wide awake. ; c . . y...
We have said in our days of dream
ing: "Injustice and wrong are a seem
ing. Pain is a shadow. Our God,.he is
real, he who made all things, and he
only Is love." 1
Now life takes us by the neck and
shows us a few other things newmade
graves with the red sand flying about
them, eyes that we love with the
worms eating them, evil men walking,
sleek and fat, the whole terrible hurly
burry of the thing called life and she
says, "What do you think of these?"
We dare not say "Nothing." We feel
them. They are very real. But we
try to lay our hands about and feel
that other thing we felt before. In the
dark night in the fuel room we cry to
our beautiful dream god: "Oh, let us
come near you and lay our head
against your feet Now in our hour of
need be near us." But he is not there
He Is gone away. The old questioning
devil is there.
We must have been awakened sooner
or later, rue imagination cannot al
ways triumph over reality, the desire
over truth. We must have been awak
ened. If' it was done a little sharply,
what matter? It was done thorough
ly, and it had to be done.
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And a new life begins for us, a new
time, a life as cold as that of a man
who sits on the pinnacle of an iceberg
and sees the glittering, crystals all
about him. The old looks indeed like
a long, hot delirium, peopled with
phantasies. The new is cold enough.
Now we have no God. We have had
two the old God that our fathers
handed down to us, that we hated and
never liked; the new One that we
made for ourselves, that we loved. But
now he has flitted away from us, and
we see what he was made of the
shadow of our highest "ideal, crowned
and throned. Now we have no God..
"The fool hath said in his heart,
There is no God.' -It may be so. Most
things said or written have been the
work of fools.
This thing is certain he is a fool
who says, "No man hath said in his
heart There is no God."
It has been said; many thousand
times" In hearts witli profound bitter
ness of earnest faithA ..':v.
We do not cry and weep. We sit
down with cold eyes and look at the
world. We are not miserable. . Why
should we be? We eat and drink and
sleep all night ' but the dead are not
colder.
And , we say it slowly, but without
sighing: "Yes; we see.it now. There
is no God."
And, we add, growing a little colder
yet: "There is no Justice. The ox dies
in the yoke beneath its master's whip.
It turns its anguish filled eyes on the
sunlight, but there is no sign of recom
pense to be made It The black man is
shot like a dog. and it goes well with
the shooter. The innocent are accused,
and the accuser triumphs. If you will
take the trouble to scratch the surface
anywhere, you will see under the skin
a sentient being writhing in impotent
anguish."
And, we say further, and our heart
Is as the heart of the dead for coldness:
"There is no order. All thing3 are
driven about by a blind chance.'"
What a soul drinks in with Its moth
er's milk will not leave 'it in a day.
From our earliest hour we have been
taught that the thought of the heart,
the shaping of the raincloud. the
amount of wool that grows on a
sheep's back, the length of a draft
and the growing of the corn depend
on nothing that moves immutable, at
the heart of all things; but on the
changeable will of a changeable being
whom our prayers can alter. To us,
from the beginning, nature has been
but a poor, plastic thing, to be toyed
with this way or that, as man happens
to please his deity or not to go to
church or not, to say his prayers right
or not, to travel on a Sunday or not
Was it possible for us in au instant to
see nature as she is the flowing vest
ment of an unchanging reality? When
a soul breaks free from the arms of a
superstition, bits of the claws and
talons break themselves off in him. It
is not the work of a day to squeeze
them out
And so, for us, the humanlike driver
and guide being gone, all existence, as
we look out at it with our chilled, won
dering eyes, is an aimless rise and
swell of shifting waters. In all that
weltering chaos we can see no. spot so
larze as a man's hand on which we
may plant our foot.
Whether a man believes in a human
like God or no is a small thing. Wheth
er he looks into, the mental and phys
leal world and sees no relation be
tween cause and effect no order but a
blind chance sporting, this is the
mightiest fact that can be recorded in
any - spiritual existence. It were al
most a mercy tf cut bis throat if in
deed he does not do it for himself.
We, however, do not cut our throats
To do so would Imply some desire and
feeling, and we have no desire and no
feeling. We are .only cold. We do not
wish to live, and we do not wish to die.
One day a snake curls Itself round t,he
waist of a Kaffir woman. We take it
in our hand, swine it round and round
and fling it on the ground dead. Ev
ery one looks at us with eyes of admi
ration. We almost laugh. Is it wonder
ful to nek that tor which we care
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our large spring stock. Come now and get the f
benefit of liberal reductions in
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TRAINS MEET AT A SIDING
Collision of Burlington Passengers ft
Atlanta.
Passenger trains Nos. 1 and 2 collided
at Atlanta Monday. Fortunately no
one was seriously injured. Atlanta is
the passing point and it is difficult to
find out just how it happened that the
two engines collided on the main track
near the entrance of the siding-. The
engine of No. 7 was derailed and the
pilot smashed on the other train. The
passengers were.shaken up quite lively
and some of thej train men and mail
clerks received minor cuts and bruises.
W. P. Server, who travels for Fair
banks, Morse A Co., fared the worst of
the passengers, as he was thrown . up
against a chair, striking the arm with
his side. No. 1 was run back to Hol
drege and the train was delayed while
the wreck vVas cleared up, which took
gome five or six hours. The east-bound
train was backed up to Oxford and run
around by Red Cloud to Hastings.
Will Ask for Man damns.
County Attorney Shields of Douglas
tvill go before the supreme court -next
week when it convenes, and ask for a
writ of , mandamus to compel Albvn
Frank to comply with the law regard
ing the fees of the district clerk's office.
If the supreme court can be persuaded
to take original action in the case the
delay incident to appeal procceedings
can be avoided and the constitution
ality of the law quickly determined.
Because of the negligence of one
county superintendent, State Superin
tendent Jackson was delayed a few days
in making the December school appor
tionment; State Treasuier Meserve
made his certificate to the State Super
intendent on December 5, and ten days
elapsed before the auditor could draw
the apportionment warrants. These
were dated December 15, and , imme
diately sent out to the various counties.
On December 20, over $118,000 were
presented for payment to the state treas
urer, and by the end of December he had
paid out over $250,000 of the apportion
ment. This is the largest amount of
apportionment warrants ever paid in ten
days. t
A number of changes have been made
in the working force in the auditor's
office. John M. Gilchrist of Nebraska
City, former county treasurer examiner,
has been appointed bookkeeper in place
of Fred Archerd, deceased. Ii. H. Fitch
of Frontier county succeeds Mr. Gil
christ as county treasurer examiner. V.
B. Price ha3 been appointed insurance
deputy, . succeeding J. J. , Everingham
who was promoted at the time Samuel
Lichty was discharged. Phil H. Kohl
of Wayne county, Outgoing county
treasurer of that county, has been ap
pointed insurance clor k, and Miss Estelle
V. Hutson of Gage cfjunty, stenographer
in the insurance department. Leon
Crandall of Lanc&jaer county is assigned
the duties of VisTl clerk. Auditor Cor
nell is to be iat iatulated upon his se
lections. Urnnmedly he has a most
CLOTHING GO'S
Wednesday morning, Jan.
and continue until further
will Induct prices
all Wen's, Bops' and
Children' s Clothing from
10 to 30
Pw Cent
Wen's, Boys',
Wen's, Boys' and Children's
CLOTH I
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$IO.OO TO $30.00
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TALKING MACHINE OUTFIT
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CERTIFICATE OF PUBLICATION
OFFICE OF
AUDITOR OF PUBLIC ACCOUNTS
STATE OF NEBRASKA
Lincoln, January 9, 1900.
IT IS HEREBY CERTIFIED THAT THE
Lafayette Fire Insurance Com
pany of New York -in the
V: State of New York
has complied with the Insurance Law , of this
State and ia therefore authorized to transact
the busiifeas of Fire Insurance in this State for
the current year nineteen hundred.
Witness my hand and the official seal the day
and year above written.
. JOH F. COENELL,
Insurance Commissioner. .
W. B. Price, '
- Deputy.
PAINLESS
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Dentist
EXTRACTION
141 So. 12th S., Lincoln, St
Gold Alloy Filling $1,00
Gold Filling ; . $1.00 and tip
Gold Crowns
Set of Teeth
Best Teeth .
$5.00 and up
a a a a . $5.00
... a $8.00
RIGGS; The Dentist;
- 141 So. 12th St. Lincoln, Kelx
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Catarrh,
Spectacles Fitted Accurately ....
? . . . . All Fees BoasonaU
OrnCS-Roami 813 and 81, 84
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Hides and Wool.
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Dealers in Hides, Wool, Tallow,
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get the HIGHEST market price.
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Fine Hot Lunch 50 to 12.
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NOTICE TO TAKE DEPOSITIONS.
State of Nebraska. Lancaster County ss.
In district court, Lancaster county. Nebraska,
Albert L. Smith, j r., vs. Gladys Snaitb. Th
defendant will taJte notice that on Tuesday,
January aOth, 1900, between the hottrtof ton a.
m. and six p. m., at the office of V. Scott NaU
room 4, Pionew building, in the city of Boiss,
county of Ada, state of Idaho, the plaintiff
above named will take the deposition, Q. K.
b inset, a witness in this action, to be tiaed a a
evidence on the trial of the above entitled
cause, with authority to adjourn from day f
day until all such depositions eh all have Bna
taken. ALBERT L. SMITH. Jr.,
". - : - , - Plaintiff.
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There's shill ia the air, and It's geia to trees"
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