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7 i 1 4 u 1 The Sioux County Journal, NUMBER 52. 1 VOLUME VII. UAKKLSOX, NEBRASKA, THURSDAY, SEPT. 5, 1805. i i HARD OX THE PURSE. A COMPLETE ABANDONMENT OF CURRENT STYLES. That la What tlie rail Faahloua Are Planned to Ncccaaitate Ulg Hlceven and Ktlffly Bwirllnc Bkirte to Be Out of Date Next l'sur. Cbangea Are Badltat tiaw Xork eorraaiKiwlaaca: L KSEH are t o ihave a rest, to judge by the In coming fashions of autumn, which are carefully planned to neces sitate a complete abandonment of current a t y 1 e s . She who wants to get good servla out of the beauti ful dresses plan ned for this sea son, must work hard, for the very early fall will be the last call for the "old styles." It does seem dreadful to ao characterize all our lively big sleeved and stiffly swirling Hklrted gowns, but by this time next year the draperies, fichus and roats now appear ing will be on the wane. What Is the use of planning gowns, after all? Why, to plan more gowns, of course! or that la the way it swing to work. Jaunty little coats, too, of the square cut are already appearing In the very early clotb gowns. A stunning affair In white broadcloth has widely turned X BAT TRIMMED SOLELY TOE EFFECT IN FEOST. back revers opening over a dainty brocade waistcoat that la almost ob scured by billows of chiffon and lace. The aklrt with this Is distinctly nar rower than the present fashions de mand, and the sleeves show an equal decrease. It teems a wild extravagance to go Into a new model In white broad cloth ao near the end of the present season, but the wearer whispered that ah means to have the gown dyed black. Still another cut of Jacket that promises to And favor la put beside the Initial at the head of the column. It la provided with a ripple basque, velvet, the turned back front being faced with velvet to match. Between the two re vers a button la placed on each aide, and pockets ahow lower down. Its sleeves are only moderately wide, and the whole la lined with thin blue silk. In millinery there are to be enormous picture hats of felt, with great plumes and apparently no method In the trim ming beyond the attainment of becom Ingness In front As will be eeen from the second Illustration, It sometimes takes a good deal of trimming to make even the front of a hat attractive. Here the gray felt la topped by hnge bows of Dresden ribbon, over which gray tips show In profusion. There are also to be extremely jaunty tittle cockade caps, oiid a few examples of Turkish like affairs that suggest the genuine 1.EAEI9IJ TOWARD A BETIVAL OF A -OOBDEOff FLEATIITO. turban, produced by winding a scarf about the bead. For her to whom two bat ara a lot, It will ba well to bide a bit, beeauae ao shape has been settled upon aa a favorlt to far, and raeantlma the attajpat at peasant la rogM will look afl rtgit 1 Mat mattha, ar till fall la 'waaMaa ' Aa wbmm never agtaa onanlmooaty i a upon any one style, so the designers of fashions are often trying to push to ward favor stylus that are widely dif ferent and with the desire strong for something original and striking, oddi ties result. These are especially abun dant In the transition period, and the two widely different designs that ap pear In the next two sketches show how far apart the guesses of even the fash ion creators are as to what will next strike woman's fancy. The. first of these has au accordeon pleated skirt, a rather daring suggestion for the pres ent time, and the yoke and uudersleeves are also pleated, the material being STRIPED AND FI.AIX Sl'ITIMOR IAUKTLY COMMXKD. pink shot silk. A fitted bodice shows a point at back and front, these points and the sleeve cuffs being plain silk, while the drapery Is or Dresden silk. With all Ita complication of arrange ment, this costume somehow had a trace of demureness In Its plctu'reaque ness, and the locks combed smoothly away from a central' parting made a harmonious choice of hairdreaktng. In the second example,' light brown suiting Is combined with brown, and white striped stuff. ''The aklrt Is of the Utter, but Its front breadth la of the plain fabric and Is ornamented at the top ' with small buttons. ' The brown ratting given the bodice, which baa belt and aaflor collar of tbe other goods, the belt finishing In back with a big bow. It la cut away at the neck over a chemi sette of brown silk, which may be re placed wltti white silk for more dressy wear. Banda of the striped goods are put at the ends of tbe elbow sleeves and finish In bows. When designs that are ao unlike are presented by makers who are well known for past achievements. It Is time for women with slender pin money to watch, and to wait If they can, for dog days' weather Is no more uncertain than the eventual acceptance of Its fashions. . Aa to the fancy waist, the last end of summer has brought white mull, djmlty and lawn aa the favorite materials for thla sort of bodice. Thus a white lawn waist of much elaborateness la worn with tailor-made duck skirts, also white, and the effect Is roted correct But fall dresses will show that the rule of fancy silk waist with plain aklrt of another material Is on the wane. , Still the wily fashion creators are ' well aware that this was a style that women were well satisfied with, so in making a c'mnge from It they resort to a trick. That Is, they plan waists of the same goods ns tbe skirt but so fancifully trimmed that they hope women will not miss the dear deiKirtcd silken waist The flunl picture here presents one of these substitutes, a blouse waist of thin blue woolen stilting, worn with a plain godef skirt of the same stuff. The waist has fitted lining over which the stilting Is draped after it haa been embroidered with a wide spreading de sign in different colora of silk. Back and front are alike, and the sleeves, both puffs and cuffs, ic- the same em broidery, as does the pialn stock col ntr. The garment fastens Invisibly In front and la completed by plavln bait of the suiting with a ribbon bow In back. . ' Paopla do not admire every maa who attempta to ba retlgtooa any port Uaa bey admire oraty maa who atatmats to alng. A T KICKY SUBSTITUTE. TALM AGE'S SERMON. THE PREACHER FINDS CONSO LATION IN GOD'S WORD. A Sermon from the Very Appropriate Test, "And God bhall Wipe Away All Tears from Their Kyes" The Comforts of Heliuion. Usee of Affliction. Iiev. Dr. Talmage could not have se lected a more appropriate subject than the one of last Sunday, considering the bereavement that has come uhii him and his household. He had already pre pared his sermon fur the day, selm-ting as a topic "Comfort" and takiug as his text, "And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes." Revelation vii 17. Riding across a Western prairie, wild flowers up to the huh of the carnage wheel, and while a long distance from any shelter, there came a sudden shower, and while the rain was falling in torrents the suu was shilling as brightly as I ever saw it shine, and 1 thought, What a beautiful sitectacle this is! So the tears of the Bible are nut midnight storm, but rain on pan sied prairies in God's sweet and golden sunlight. You remember that bottle which David labeled as containing tears, and Mary's tears, and Paul's tears, and Christ's tears, and the harvest of juy that is to spring from the sowing of tears. God mixes them. God rounds them. God shows them where to fall. God exhales them. A census is taken of them, and there is a record as to the moment when they are born and as to the place of their grave. Tears of bad men are not kept. Alex ander In bis sorrow had the hair clipped from his horses and mules and made a great ado about bis grief, but in all the vases of heaven there is not one of Alex ander's tears. I speak of the tears of God's children. Alss, me, they sre fall ing all the time! Id summer you some times bear the growling thunder sod you see there is a storm miles sway, but you know from the drift of the clouds thst it win not come anywhere near you. 8o, though it may be all bright around about you, there Is a shower of trouble some where at the time. Tears! Tears! The Use of Tear, What Is the use of tbem, anyhow? Why not substitute laughter? ' Why not make this a world where all the people are well and eternal strangers to pains and aches? What is the use of an Eastern storm when we might have a perpetual nor'wester? Why, when a family It put together, not have them all stay, or if they mast be transplanted to make other homes, then have them all live, the family record telling a story of marriages and births, but of no desths? Why not have the harvests chase each other without fatiguing toil? Why the hard pillow, the hard crust, the hard straggle? ' It Is easy enough to explain a smile, or a success, or a congratulation; but, come now, and bring all your dictionaries and all your philosophies snd all your religions, and help me explain a tear. A chemist will tell you that It la made up of salt and lime and other component parts; but he misses the chief ingredients the acid of a soured life, the viperine sting of a bit ter memory, tbe fragments of a broken heart I will tell you what a tear is; It is agony in solution. Hear then, while I discourse of the Uses of trouble. First, it is the design of trouble to keep this world from being . too attractive. Something must be done to make us will ing to quit this existence. If it were not for trouble this world would be a good enough heaven for me. You and I would be willing to take a lease of this life for a hundred million years if there were no trouble. The earth cushioned and uphol stered and pillared and chandclicred with such expense, no story of other worlds could enchant us. We would say : "Let well enough alone. If you want to die and have your body disintegrated in the dust and your soul go out on a celestial adventure, then you can go, but tins world is good enough for me!" You might as well go to a man who bus just entered the Louvre at Paris, and tell him to hasten off to tbe picture gal leries of Venice or Florence. "Why," he would say, "what is the use of my going there? There are Rembrandts snd Ru benses snd Raphaels here that I haven't looked at yet." No man wants to go out of this world or out of any house until he has a better house. To cure this wish to stsy here God must somehow create a disgust for Our surrounding. How shall be do it? lie cannot afford to deface his horizon, or to tear off a fiery panel from the sun set, or to snbstraet an anther from the wa ter lily, or to banish tbe pungent aroma from the mignonette, or to drag the robes of the morning in mire. You cannot ex pect a Christopher Wren to mar his own St. I'uul's cathedral, or a Michael Ange lo to dash out his own "Last Judgment," or a Handel to discord his "Israel in Kgypt," and you cannot expect God to sll the architecture and music of his own world. How, then, are we to be made willing to leave? Here is where troulde comes in. After a mnn has had a good deal of (rouble he says: "Well, I am ready to go. If there is a house somewhere whose roof doesn't leak, 1 would like to live there. If there is an atmosphere somewhere that linen not distress the lungs, I would like to breathe it. If there is a society some where where there is no tittle tattle, 1 would like to live there. If there is a homo circle somewhere where I can find my lost friends, I would like to go there." From Genesis to Wevelatlon. lie used to read the first part of the Bible chiefly, now he resds the last part of the Bible chiefly. Why has he chang ed Genesis for Revelation? Ah! he used to be anxious chiefly to know how this world waa made and all about Its geologi cal construction; Now he Is chiefly anx ious' to know bow tbe nest world waa made, and bow M looks, and who lives 'there,1 and how they dress. He reads Revelation tea Hatea Bow where ba read Genesis eace.' Tho'oM story, "la the begJunlng God created the heavens and 1.1 V the earth," does not thrill biui half as much as the other story, "I saw a new heaven and a new earth." The old man's hand trembles as he turns over this apoca- Ivptie leaf, and he has to take out his handkerchief to wiie his sieeta-les. That book of Revelation is a prospectus now of the country into which he is soon to immigrate, the country in winch lie has lots already laid out and avenues opened and mansions built. Vet there are people here to whom tiiis world is brighter than heaveu. Well, dear souls, I do not blame you. It is natural. But after awhile you will be ready to go. It nan not until Job had been worn out with bereavements that he wanted to see Cod. It was not until the prodigal got tired of living among the hogs that he wanted to go to his father's house. It is the ministry of trouble to make this world worth less and heaveu worth more. Again, it is the use of trouble to make us feel our dependence usm God. Men think that they can do anything until God shows them they can du nothing at all. We lay our great plana, and we like to execute them. It looks big. God conies attd takes us down. As Prometheus was assaulted by his enemy, when the lance struck him it opened a great swelling that had threatened his death, and he got well. So it is tlie arrow of trouble that lets out great swellings of pride. We never feel our dependence Uwn God until we get trouble. I was riding with my little child along the road, and she asked if she might drive. I said, "Certainly." I handed over the reins to her, and I had to admire the glee with which she drove. But after awhile we met a team, and we had to turn out The road was narrow, and it was sheer down on both sides. She handed tbe reins over to me and said, "1 think yon bad better take charge of the horse." Bo we are all children, and on this road of life we like to drive. It gives one such an appearance of superiority and power. It looks big. But after awhile we meet some obstacle, and we have to turn out. and the road Is narrow, and it is sheer down on both sides, snd then we are willing that Ood shonld take the reins and drive. Ah, my friends, we get upset so often because we do not hand over tbe reins soon enough. Prayer la Trouble. After s man has had trouble prayer Is with him a taking hold of tbe arm of God and crying out for help. I have heard earnest prayers on two or three occasions that I remember. Once, on the Cincin nati express train, going at forty miles au hoar, tbe train jumped the track, and we were near a chasm eighty feet deep, and tbe men who, a few minutes before, had been swearing and blaspheming God be gan to pull and jerk at the bell rope, and got up on the backs of the seats, and cried eat 0 Ood, save ns!" There was anoth It time, about 800 miles out at sea, on a foundering steamer, after the last lifeboat had been split finer than kindling wood. They prayed then. Why is it you so often hear people, in reciting the last experience of some friend, say, He made the most beautiful proyer I ever heard?" , What makes it beautiful? It is the earnestness of it. Oh! I tell you, a man is in earnest when his stripped and naked sou? wades out in the soundless, shoreless, bottomless ocean of eternity. : It is trouble, my friends, thst makes us feel our dependence upon God. We do not know our own weakness or God's strength until the last plank breaks. It is con temptible In us when there is nothing else to take hold of that we catch hold of God only. Why, you do not know who the Lord is! He is not an autocrat seated far up In a palace from which he emerges once a year, preceded by heralds swinging swords to clear the way. No." But a Father willing at our call to stand by us In every crisis and predicament of life. I tell you what some of you business men make me think of. A young man goes off from home to earn his fortune. He goes with his mother's consent and benedic tion. She has large wealth, but he wants to make his own fortune. He goes far away, falls sick, gets out of money. He sends for the hotelkeeper where he is stay ing, asking for lenience, and the answer he gets is, "If you don't pay up Saturday night, you'll be removed to the hospital." ' The Laat Reaort. Getting there, be is frenzied with grief, and he borrows a sheet of paper and a postage stamp, and he sits down and he writes home, saying: "Dear mother, I am sick unto death. Come." It is ten minutes of 10 o'clock when she gets the letter. At 10 o'clock the train starts. She is five minutes from the depot. She gets there in time to have five minutes to spare. She wonders why a train that cm go thirty miles sn hour cannot go sixty miles an hour. She rushes into the hos pital. She says: "My son, what does sit this mean? Why didn't you send for me? Yon sent to everybody but me. You knew I could and would help you. Is this the reward 1 get for my kindness to you always?" She bundles bim up, takes him home and gets him well very soon. Now, some of you treat God Just as that young man treated bis mother. When you get into a financial perplexity, you call on the hanker, yon call on the broker, you call on your creditors, you call on your lawyer for legal counsel, you call upon everybody, and when you cannot get any help, then you go to God. You say: "O Lord, I come to thee! Help me now out of my perplexity. " And the Ixrd comes, though it is the eleventh hour. -He says: "Why did you not send for me before? As one whom his mother eomforteth, so will I comfort you." It Is to throw us hack upon God that we have this minis try of tears. . Again, It Is the use of trouble to enpne Itate us for the office of sympathy. The priests, under the old disMiisution, wen; set apart by having water sprinkled upon their hands, feet and head, and by the sprinkling of tears people are now set apart to the office of sympathy. When we sre in prosperity, we like to have a great many young people a round ua, and we laugh when they laugh and we romp when they romp, and we alng when they aing, but when we have trouble we like plenty of old folka around. ' Why? They know how to talk. j Take an aged mother 70 rears of age, Snd she Is almost omnipotent la comfort Way ? She has boea through It all. At 7 o'clock la tbe moralng aba gees orar to comfort a young mother who has Just lost hr balie. Grand mother knows all about that troulde. Fifty years ago she felt it At 1 o'clock of that day she gi.es over to comfort a widowed soul. iShe knows all ubout that. She has been walking in that dark valley twenty years. At 4 o'clock in the afternoon some one knocks at the door, wanting bread. She knows all about that. Two or three times In h life she came to her last loaf. At 10 o dock liiai uigui sue goes over 10 sn up ; with some one severely sick. She know I all about it. She knows all about fevers j and pleurisies and broken bones. She has been doctoring all her life, spreading plas ters and pouring out bitter drops and shaking up hot pillows and contriving things to tempt a pior appetite. lr. Aberuelhy and Rush and Hosaek audi Harvey were great doctors, but the great- j est doctor the world ever saw is au old Christian woman. Dear me! Do we not j remember her about the ruwii when we i were sick in our boyhood? Was there any j one who could ever so touch a sure with out hurting it? Written in Tears. When 1 began to preach, my sermons on the subject of trouble were all poetic and in semibluuk verse, but God knocked the blank verse out of me long ago, and I have found out that I cannot comfort people ex cept as I myself have been troubled. God make ine the sou of consolation to the people! I would rather be the means of soothing one perturbed spirit to-day than to play a tune that would set all the sons of mink reeling in the dance. I am an herb doctor.' I put into the cal dron the Root out of dry ground, without form or comeliness. Then I put in the Rose of Sharon and the Lily of the Valley. Then I put into the caldron some of the leaves from the tree of life, and the Branch that was thrown into the wilder ness Marah. Then I pour in the tears of Bethany and Golgotha. Then I stir them up. Then I kindle under the caldron a lire made out of the wood of the cross, and one drop of that potion will cure the worst sickness that ever afflicted a human soul. Mary and Martha shall receive their Laz arus from the tomb. The damsel shall rise. And on the darkness shall break the morning, and God will wipe all tears from their eyes. Jesus had enough trial to make Him sympathetic with all trial. The shortest verse in the Bible tells the story, "Jesus wept" The scar on the back of His either hand, the scar on the arch of either foot, the row of scars along the line of the bair, will keep all heaven thinking. Oh, that great weeper is just the one. to silence sll earthly trouble, wipe out all the stains of earthly grief. Gentle! Why, his step is softer than the step of the dew. It will not be a tyrant bidding you to hush up your crying. It will be a Father who will take you on bis left arm, his face beam ing into yours, while with the soft tips of the fingers of the right band He shall wipe away all tears from your eyes. Friends, if we could get any apprecia tion of what God has in reserve for us, it would make us so homesick we would be unfit for our everyday work. Professor Leonard, formerly of Iowa University, put in my hands a meteoric stone, a stone thrown off from some other world to this. How suggestive it was to me! And 1 have to tell you the best representations we have of heaven are only aerolites flung off from that world which rolls on, bearing the multitudes of the redeemed. We an alyze these aerolites snd find them crys tallizations of tears. No wonder, flung off from heaven! "God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes." Funeral on Earth, Jubilee In Heaven. Have you any appreciation of the good and glorious times your friends are hav ing in heaven? How different it is when they get news there of a Christian's death from what it is here! It is the differenc between embarkation and coming into port. Everything depends upon which side of the river you stand when you hear of a Christian's death. If you stand oi. this side of the river, you mourn that thej go. If you stand on the other side of tin river, you rejoice that they come. Oh, th difference between a funeral on earth and a jubilee in heaven between ' requiem here and triumph there parting here and reunion there! Together! Have you thought of it? They are together. Not one of your departed friends in one land and auother in another land, but together in different rooms of the same house the house of many mansions. . Together! 1 never more appreciated that thought than when we laid away in her last slum ber my sister Sarah. Standing there in the village cemetery, I looked around and said, "There is father, there is mother, there Is grandfather, there is grandmoth er, there are whole circles of kindred," and I thought to myself, "Together in the grave together in glory." I am so im pressed with the thought that I do not think It Is any fanaticism when some one is going from this world to the next if yon make them the bearer of dispatches to your friends who are gone, saying, "Give my love to my parents, give my love to my children, give my love to my old com rades who are in glory, and tell them I am trying to fight the good fight of faith, and I will join them after awhile." I believe the message will be delivered, and I be lieve it will increase the gladness of those who are before the throne. Together are they, all their tears gone. ' My friends, take this good cheer home with you. These tears of bereavement that course your cheek, and of persecu tion, and of trial, are not always to be there. The motherly hand of God will wipe them all away. What is the use, on the way to such a consummation what is the use of fretting about anything? Oh, what an exhilaration it ought to be In Christian work! See you the pinnacles against the sky? It is the city of our God, snd we are approaching it. Oh, let us be busy in tbe days that remain for us! I put this balsam ou the wounds of your heart Rejoice at the thought of what your departed friends hsve got rid of and that you have a prospect of so soon mak ing your own escape. Bear cheerfully the ministry of tears and exult at the thought that soon It is to be ended. "There we shall march up the heavenly " i street And ground our arms at Jesus' feet" " If there la a virtue In the world wa anould aim at It la cbaerf ulneaa. Pierre Loti Is about to start on a ouruey through India. "Elizabeth Hastings," the author of but clever satire, "An Experiment In kltruisui," turns out to be Miss Mar pjret Sherwood, a young Instructor In iVellealey College. Col. John Hay Is the latest author to )oast a literary daughter. Miaa Helen iluy contributes to one of the young 'oiks' magazines a bunioroua poem call id "The Merry Mongoose." Tbe danger that besets the noYellst a ho attempts to write playa la lllua- ;rated by Mr. Zangwlll In an anecdote )f an actress who played In an unauc ;esful comedy by a distinguished man f letters. One of her stage directions, die said, ran thus: "Re-enter Mary, hav ng drunk a cup of tea-." George Hugo has been made sub-director of La Nouvelle Revue, of which Mme. Adam is In charge. It la sup posed that he and young Leon Daudet will soon replace Mme. Adam, who la !o devote all her time to ber alx vol umes of memoirs, one of which la to ap pear each year until finished. The prize of $2,000 which Miss Mary Wilkins recently won in the detectlve itory competition Is not her Brat' suc cess of the kind. Her earliest publirti ed story, "The Ghost Family," secured her the prise of $50 for which it waa written. Miss Wilkins' bad chlrogaphy handicapped her early efforts to gain a publisher's favor. She writes an Imma ture, schoolgirl hand that used to pre )tidlce publishers' "readers" against ber. This Is the pessimistic conclusion at which Mr. Howells baa arrived, aa set forth in his latest book: "I have found that literature gives one no certain sta tion in the world of men's actlvitiea, either Idle or useful. We literary folk try to believe that it does, but that ia all nonsense. At every period of Ufa among boys and men we are accepted when they are at leisure and want to be amused; and at best we are tolerated rather than accepted." . One of tbe moat promising of the younger school of authors lu tbe West is Miss Lillian Bell, of Chicago, of whose newest book, "A Little Slater to the Wilderness," five thousand coplea were sold In three wee!s. Miss Bell la a young woman of thirty, who became known a few years ago by her "Loyo Affairs of An Old Maid." She had writ ten two complete novels before she waa fifteen, but they are not destined ever to see the light of publication. PRESIDENT GRANT'S PHAETON. The Yellow-Wheeled Carriage Bold by Auction for $14. The old platform-spring park phae ton owned by Gen. Grant while he waa President of the United States was sold by auction a few days ago for $14. It waa the carriage that was hitched to a four-ln-hand team and conveyed Grant to the capitol for his second Inaugura tion, and afterward did similar service for Mr. Hayes. During Grant's admin istration the high-seated park phaeton, with the yellow wheels and yellow- striped body, was conspicuous on all the thoroughfares In and around Wash ington. Grant's famous double team, Cincinnati and Egypt the fastest pair of horses that ever occupied a stall In tbe executive stable, were usually hook ed to it Old residents in Washington recall with what apparent delight Pres ident Grant drove through the city In that yellow-wheeled conveyance. There was only one other like It ever aeen In Washington, and that waa brought here and used by the late Senator John P. Stockton, of New Jersey, who waa a personal friend of Grant New York Sun. ' In Time or Eternity. "There is something about your verses that is quite nice, Miss Buddly," said the aged but truthful editor of the Clarion, "and I am sorry wa an not able to use them." "Then," fluttered Miss Buddly, aa she received back the little roll tied about with a blue ribbon, "you think, do you not that If I persevere, In time I may be able to write very acceptable poetry?" "Yes," assented the editor of tha Clarion; "In time. Or at leaat," ha hastened to add, as a glad thought burst upon his Intellect, "If not In time, Miss Buddly, what Is the matter with trying eternity?" The Moral of the Moral. The persistency with which children see some other moral In a fable than the one which It Is Intended that tbey shall see la often distressing, and some times really Instructive, to their elders. A mother bad recited to ber little boy the story of the wolf and the lamb, and followed It np with the remark: . "And now you tee, Willy, that tha lamb woud not have been eaten by the wolf If ha bad been good and aMarbla, "Tea, I understand, mamma," aaid Willy; 'If tha lamb had hat food aad eemaibl wt abould battf hid htm. bf lamtr'.'. ' ' " '