LOUP (ITY NORTHWESTERN UEO. E. MEN8HCOTER, Editor nnd Pub. I>OUP CITY, - - NEBRASKA. /robably the American trolley line n China gets its cue from the pigtail. It will be hard to get the public to lelieve the good news when Miss Stone linally is set free. We are altogether too flippant about nir great men. The only way to kill * off is to kill the provocation. Canada has only twelve medical col leges. which explains her robust rrongheadness on the tariff question. What between Rudyard Kipling’s poetry and Boer bullets it keeps John Dull busy dodging verses and reverses. Henceforth wives of applicants for ‘Jbe position of Pittsburg jailer may lave to pass a special civil service el imination. In England there are 1,000,000 more women than men; in Germany 900,000. Europe may yet be driven to legitima tize polygamy. A St. Louis grand Jury lias indicted i rich man for furnishing money to je used for bribing purposes. This is i startling innovation. Dr. Parkhnrst says that the soul is not necessarily immortal; but may the doctor not be prejudiced by his strenu ous wrestlings with Tammany? There is so much triumphant Amer ica in the newspapers nowadays that foreign correspondence reads like the news item of a backwoods newspaper. Laugh and the world laughs with ,’ou, weep and you weep alone, for the world will buy you a half dollar drink when it wouldn’t throw you a bone. The Emperor of China has admitted In a practical way that the sovereign! of Europe are his equals; but what Joes the empress dowager think about It? The original Shamrock has been de clared to be the best of Sir Thomas Upton's yachts. Numbers two and three are not even chips of the old block. Uncle Sam is accused of bluffing France in the canal negotiations—an unwarranted charge, inasmuch as France did the dealing and fixed the limit. The scientists can do the American government a good turn by devising some plan by which the excavation for the ship canal can be performed by an earthquake. Fiddler Kubelik cleaned up $60,00( during his American tour. He will take the money over to Bohemia and enjoj himself in Europe till he develops a de sire for more. native Cuban baseball nine beat a vis iting Yankee nine by a score of 14 to 2. There need be no concern about the future of Cuba. When the war drums throb no long er and the battle flags are furled, etc., the great navies may still serve a use ful purpose in the collection of debts. “Shell out or be shelled.” While Mr. Marconi is experimenting with little things like ocean signals Mr. Edison is devoting his talent tc one of the grave problems of govern ment—the voting machine. It has not yet been learned whethei ultrafashionable New York society in vited “Terrible” Terry McGovern in tc feel his biceps or to beseech that pol ished gentleman to feel theirs. Mrs. McKinley's refusal to allow t new hotel at Canton to be named aftei her late husband looks reasonable. Pa triotism is something that ought nol to be used for advertising purposes. John W. Gates took an hour off Ir New York recently and bought $100,00< worth of pictures for his Chlcagc home. Thus do the trusts stimulaU nnd encourage the higher things oi life. It is perfectly proper for China tc choose Japan as a model in the pend ing plan of reorganization, but it if feared that the wobbly gate of the Japanese will be entirely too swift ioi John. Now that the people of Colombia have been shooting up the mouth oi the canal with a naval battle perhaps the bargain counter price for that piect of goods will be marked down a few more notches. Up to the present time Mr. Carnegit has established 177 libraries In tbif country at a total cost of $17,508,000 And it is due to his comprehenslvi generosity to say that in a majority o cases the gifts were bestowed when they were needed. In other cases thej supplied the lack of generous and self reliant citizenship. The railroad directors whom th< coroner's jury holds responsible for th< New York tunnel disaster include J. p Morgan, Dr. Ilepew, John D. Kocke feller, William K. Vanderbilt and oth ers of similar financial responsibility Evidently any damages that may b< awarded will be collectable. Right in SL Joseph. Mich., the court pronounced the League of Eiig bleu a lottery, but it took not th< slightest judicial notice of the manj ragtime marriages that are held undei the shadow of the court. TALM AGE'S SERMON. TEXT FROM ZACHARIAH: “AT EVEN ING TIME IT SHALL BE LIGHT. Tlie Ifrnntlfnl Keening That Descend. I'pou the CbrUtlan'a Life of Toll— Caloinee. and Glory of the Closing Hour - Darkness Swept Away. (.Copyright, 1902, by Loui* Klopsch, X. Y.) Washington, Feb. 9.—In this subject Dr. Talraage puts a glow of gladness and triumph upon the passages of life that are usually thought to be some what gloomy; text, Zachariah xiv., 7, “At evening time it shall be light.” When “night" in all languages is the symbol for gloom and suffering, it is often really cheerful, bright and Impressive. Such nights the sailor blesses from the forecastle, and the trapper on vast prairie, and the be lated traveler by the roadside, and the soldier from the tent, earthly hosts gazing upon heavenly and shepherds guarding their flocks afield, while angel hands above them set the silver bells a-rlnging, “Glory to God in the highest and on earth peace; good will toward men.” What a solemn and glorious thing is night in the wilderness! Night among the mountains! Night on the ocean! Thank God for the night! The moon and the stars which rule It are light houses on the coast toward which I hope we are all sailing, and blind mariners are we if, with so many beaming, burning, flaming glories to guide us. we cannot find our way into the harbor. My text may well suggest that, as the natural evening Is often luminous, so It shall be light in the evening of our sorrows of old age, of the world’s history of the Christian life. “At eventime it shall be light.” This prophecy will be fulfilled in the evening of Christian sorrow. For a long time it is broad daylight. The sun rides high. Innumerable activities go ahead with a thousand feet and work with a thousand arms, and the pickax struck a mine, and the battery made a discovery, and the investment yielded Its 20 per cent, and the book came to its twentieth edition, and the farm quadrupled its value, and sudden fortune hoisted to high position, and children were praised and friends without number swarmed Into the family hive, and prosperity sang in the music and stepped in the dance and glowed in the wine and ate at the banquet, and all the gods of music and ease and gratification gathered around this Jupiter holding in his hands so many thunderbolts of power. Hut every sun must set, and the brightest day must have its twilight. Sudden ly the sky was overcast. The fountain dried up. The song hushed. The wolf broke into the family fold and carried off the best lamb. A deep howl of woe came crashing down through the joyous symphonies. At one rough twang of the hand of disaster the harpstrings all broke. Down went the strong business firm! Away went long established credit! Up flew a (lock of calumnies! The new book wouiu not sen: a patent could not be secured for the invention! Stocks sank like lead! The insurance com pany exploded! "How much,” says the sheriff, "will you bid for this piano? How much for this library? How much for this family picture? How much? Will you let it go at less than half price? Going—going—gone!” Will the grace of God hold one up in such circumstances? What has become of the great multitude of God’s chil dren who have been pounded of the flail and crushed under the wheel and trampled under the hoof? Did they lie down in the du3t, weeping, wailing, and gnashing their teeth? When the rod of fatherly chastisement struck them, did they strike back? Because they found one bitter cup on the table of God’s supply, did they upset the whole table? Did they knee! down at their empty money vault and say, "AH my treasures are gone? Did they stand by the grave of their dead, say ing. ‘‘There never will be a resurrec tion?” Did they bemoan their thwarted plans and say. "The stocks are down; would God 1 were dead?” Did the night of their disaster come upon them moonlesB, starless, dank and howling, smothering and choking their life out? No, no! At eventide it was ilghC The eternal constellations, from their cir cuit about God's throne, poured down an infinite luster. The night blooming assurances of Christ’s sympathy filled all the atmosphere with heaven. The soul at every step seemed to start up from Its feet bright winged joys, warb ling heavenward. "It is good that I have been afflicted!” cried David. "The Ixtrd gave, and the Lord hath taken away?" exclaims Job. “Sorrowful, yet always rejoicing,” says St. Paul. “And God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes!” exclaims John in apoca lyptic vision. At eventime it was light. Light from the cross! Light from the promises! Light from the throne! Streaming, Joyous, outgushing. ever lasting light! Again, the text shall find fulfillment In the time of old age. It is a grand thing to be young, to have the sight clear and the hearing acute and the step elastic and all our pulses march ing on to the drumming of a stoul heart. Midlife and old age will be de nied many of us, but youth—we all know what that is. Grave and digni fied as you now are, you once wenl coasting down the hillside or threw oil your hat for the race or sent the bal flying sky high. But youth will nol always last. Life’s path, if you follow it long enough, will come under frown ing crag and cross trembling cause way. Blessed old age. if you let it come naturally! Ten cannot hide it You may try to cover the wrinkles, but you cannot cover the wrinkles. If the time has come for you to be old, be not ashamed to be old. The grandest things in all the universe are old—old mountains, old rivers, old stars, and an old eternity. Then do not be ashamed to be old unless you are older than the mountains and older than the stars. How men and women will liel They say they are forty, but they are sixty. They say they are twenty, but they are thirty. They say they are sixty, but they are eighty. Glorious old age if found in the way of righteousness! How beautiful the old age of Jacob, leaning on the top of his staff; of John Quincy Adams, falling with the liar hess on; of Washington Irving, sitting, pen in hand, amid the scenes himself had made classical; of Theodore Fre linghuysen, down to feebleness and emaciation devoting his illustrious fac ulties to the kingdom of God. At even tide it was light! See that you do honor to the aged. Smooth the way for that mother's feet; they have not many more steps to take. Steady those tottering limbs; they will soon be at rest. Thrust no thorn into that old heart; it will soon cease to beat. “The eye that mocketh its father and refuseth to obey its mother the ravens of the valley shall pick it out. and the young eagles shall eat it." The bright morning and hot noonday of life have passed with many. It is 4 o’clock, 6 o’clock, 6 o'clock! The shadows fall longer and thicker and faster. Seven o’clock, 8 o'clock! The sun has dipped below the horizon; the warmth has gone out of the air. Nine o’clock, 10 o’clock! The heavy dews are falling, the activities of life’s day are all hushed; it is time to go to bed. Eleven o’clock. 12 o'clock! The patri arch sleeps the blessed sleep, the cool sleep, the long sleep. Heaven’s mes sengers of light have kindled bonfires of victory all over the heavens. At eventime it is light. Light. Again, my text shall find fulfillment in the latter day of the church. Only a few missionaries, a few churches, a few good men. compared with the in stitutions leprous and puirified. It is early yet in the history of every thing good. Civilization and Christ ianity are just getting out of the cradle. The light of martyr stakes, flashing up and down the sky, is but the flaming of the morning, but when the evening of the world shall come, glory to God's conquering truth, it shall be light. War’s sword clanging back in the scabbard; intemperance buried under ten thousand broken de canters; the world’s Impurity turn ing its brow heavenward for the bene diction, "Blessed are the pure In heart;” the last vestige of selfishness submerged in heaven-descending charities; vagrancy coming back from its pollution at the call of Elizabeth Fry’s Redeemer; the mountains com ing down; the valleys going up; “holi ness” Inscribed on horse’s bell, and silkworm’s thread, and brown thrash er’s wing, and shell’s tinge, and manu facturer’s shuttle, and chemist’s la boratory, and king's scepter, and na tion's Magna Charter. Not a hospital, for there are no wounds; not an asy mm. ror tnere are no orpnans; uoi a prison, for there are no criminals; not an almshouse, for there are no paupers; not a tear, for there are no sorrows. The long dirge of earth’s lamentations has ended in the trium phal march of redeemed empires, the forests harping it on vine-strung branches, the water chanting it among the gorges, the thunders drumming it among the hills, the ocean giving it forth with its organs, trade winds touching the keys and Furoelydon’s foot on the pedal. I want to see John Howard when the last prisoner is reformed; I want to see Florence Nightingale when the last saber wound has stubbed hurting; I want to see William Penn when the last Indian has been civilized; I want to see John Hugs when the last flame of persecution has been extinguished; I want to see John Bunyan after the last pilgrim has come to the gate of the celestial city—above all, I want to see Jesus after the last saint has his throne and has begun to sing his tri umph. You have watched the calmness and the glory of the evening hour. The laborers have come from the field; the heavens are glowing with an inde scribable effulgence, as though the sun in departing had forgotten to shut the gate after it. All the beauty of cloud and leaf swim in the lake. For a star in the sky. a star in the water; heav en above and heaven beneath. Not a leaf rustling or a bee humming or a grasshopper chirping. Silence in the meadow, silence among the hills. Thus bright and beautiful shall be the even ing of the world. The heats of earthiy conflicts are cool; the glory of heaven fills all the scene with love, joy and peace. At eventime it is light—light! Finally my text shall find fulfillment at the end of the Christian’s life. You know how short a winter's day is, and how little work you can do. Now, my friends, life is a short winter’s day. The sun rises at 8 and sets at 4. The birth angel and the death angel fly only a little way apart. Baptism and burial are near together. With one hand the mother rocks the cradle and with the other she touches a grave. I went into the house of one of my parishioners on Thanksgiving day. The little child of (he household was bright and glad, and with it I bounded up and down the hall. Christinas day came, and the light of that household had perished. We stood, with blank book, reading over the grave. Ashes to ashes, dust to dust." But I hurl away this darkness. I cannot have you weep. Thanks be unto God, who glveth us the victory, at eventime it shall be light! 1 have seen many Christians die. i never saw rny of them d o iu darkness. What If the billows of death do risp above our girdle, who does not love to bathe? What though other lights do go out in the blast, what do we want of them when all the gates of glory swing open before us and from a myriad voices, a myriad harps, a myriad thrones, a myriad palaces there dashes upon us “Hosanna! Hosanna!” Throw back the shutters and let the sun in,” said dying Seovllle McOullum, one of my Sabbath school boys. "Throw back the shutters and let the sun in.” You can see Paul putting on robes and wings of ascension as he exclaims: “I have fought the good fight! I have finished my course! I have kept the faith!” Hugh McKail went to one side of the scaffold of martyrdom and cried: “Farewell sun, moon and stars! Fare well all earthly delights!” then went to the other side of the scaffold and cried. “Welcome. God and Father! Welcome, sweet Jesus Christ, the Mediator of the covenant! Welcome death! Welcome, glory!” A minister of Christ in Phila delphia, dying, said in his last mo ments. “I move into the light!” They did not go down doubting and fearing and shivering, but their battlecry rang through all the caverns of the sepul cher and was echoed back from all the thrones of heaven: “O death, where is thy sting? O grave, where is thy vic tory?" Sing, my soul, of Joys to come. I saw a beautiful being wandering up and down the earth. She touched the aged, and they became young; she touched the poor, and they became rich. I said, "Who is this beautiful being wandering up and down the earth?' They told me that her name was Death. What a strange thrill of joy when the palsied Christian begins to use his arm again, when the blind Christian begins to see again, when the deaf Christian begins to hear again, when the poor pilgrim puts his feet on such pavement and joins in such pom pany and has a free seat in such a great temple! Hungry men no more to hunger, thirsty men no more to thirst, weeping men no more to weep, dying men no more to die. Gather up all sweet words, all jubilant expres sions, all rapturous exclamations; bring them to me, and I will pour upon them this stupendous theme of the soul's disenthrallment! Oh. the joy of the spirit as it shall mount up toward the throne of God, shouting, “Free! Free!” Your eye has gazed upon the garniture of earth and heaven, but eye hath not seen It; your ear has caught harmonics uncounted and indescribable —caught them from harp’s trill and bird’s carol and waterfall’s dash and ocean's doxology—but ear hath not heard it. How did those blessed ones get up into the light? What hammer knocked off their chains? What loom wove their robes of light? Who gave them wings? Ah, eternity is not long enough to tell it, seraphim have not capacity enough to realize it—the mar vels of redeeming love! Let the palms w’ave; let the crowns glitter; let the anthems ascend; let the trees of Leba non clap their hands—they cannot tell the half of it. Archangel before the tnrone, thou failest! Sing on, praise on, ye hosts of the glorified, and if with your scepters you cannot reach it and with your songs you cannot ex press it, then let all the myriads of the saved unite in the exclamation: “Je sus! Jesus! Jesus!” There will be a password at the gate of heaven. A great multitude come up and knock at the gate. The gatekeeper says, “Thy password.” They say, “We have no password. We were great on earth, and now we come up to be great in heaven." A voice from within an swers, “I never knew you.” Another group come up to the gate of heaven and knock. The gatekeeper says, "The password.” They say: “We have no password. We did a great many noble things on earth. We endowed colleges and took care of the poor.” The voice from within says, “I never knew you.” Another group come up to the gate of heaven and knock. The gatekeeper says, “The password.” They answer, “We were wanderers from God and de serve to die, but we heard the voice of Jesus.” “Aye, aye,” says the gate keeper, "that is the password! Lift up your heads, ye everlasting gates, and let these people come in.” They go in and surround the throne, jubilant for ever. Ah, do you wonder that the last hours of the Christian on earth are il luminated by thoughts of the coming glory? Light in the evening. The medicines may be bitter. The pain may be sharp. The parting may be heartrending. Yet light in the even ing. As all the stars of the night sink (heir anchors of pearl in lake and river and sea, so the waves of Jordan shall be illuminated with the down flashing of the giory to come. The dy ing soul looks up at the constellations. “The Lord is my light and my salva tion; whom shall I fear?” “The Lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall lead them to living fountains of water, and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes.” Close the eyes of the departed one; earth would seem tame to its enchant ed vision. Fold the hands; life's work Is ended. Veil the face; it has been transfigured. Mr. Toplady in his dying hour said “Light." Coming nearer the expiring moment he exclaimed with illuminated countenance, "Light!” In the last in stant of his breathing he lifted up his hands and cried: “Light! Light!” Thank God for light in the evening! The man who tries to keep even with home and foreign news in an up-to date Sunday paper, go to church, dine and take h,s constitutional, must rear on the jump, run ail the way to chttrel and back again, eat in snatches, r.ac exercise by proxy. THE SUNDAY SCHOOL. LESSON VIII. FEB. 23; ACTS 6: 7-15 —THE ARREST OF STEPHEN. Golden Text—"Fear Not Them Wblih Kill the Uodf, hat Are Not Able to Kill the Seal’ —Matt. lO: 28 The Developme it of the Church. I. The Occasion of a New Develop ment of the Church—V. 1. "In those days." A general expression for the pe riod of the great growth of the early church, somewhere between A. I>. 33 and 37. "The disciples." Were "multiplied." There are two ways of multiplying a church. One is to multiply the numbers, on the principle of Ten Times One Is Ten; •the other way Is to multiply the quality of the members, so that each one counts for much more. Ten times a thread makes a small cord, but ten times a rope woven of a thousand such strands is a vastly great power. The Hebrews and the Grecian Jews. Among the early Christians at Jerusalem were two classes of Jews: The native Jews of Palestine, speaking the Aramaic language, a modified form of ancient He brew, and the Hellenists or Grecians, who were true Jews from foreign lands. These latter complained that In the distribution of the funds so abundantly contributed for the poor, their widows were neglect ed. In that rich soil of open-handed char ity several rank weeds suddenly sprang up, to test and exercise the wisdom and faithfulness of the infant church. One of these was real or apparent partiality. "It is difficult to believe that the apostles, who shared with St. James of Jerusalem the belief that true religion consisted in visiting the fatherless and the widow in their affliction, could have acted in a spirit of partiality, so that the neglect, if It was due to them, could be attributed to anything else than to their ignorance of the greatness of the need."—Knowling. This mistake, or partiality of the first Christians, has been far too greatly mag nified. It was a very small and natural error,—a very small blot on the character of these noble Christians; spots on the sun. And there Is no greater mistake or injustice than to magnify the spots and forget the shining. II. The Need led to a New Organiza tion of Church Work.—Vs. 2-6. As soon as this feeling of dissatisfaction was made known, wise and generous measures were adopted in the most Christian spirit. A general meeting of the church was culled. The apostles asked that seven laymen be chosen, tor it was not fitting that they should leave their work of preaching the word of God. to serve tables, to superin tend the distribution of supplies.—Stokes. The Seven Deacons. Of these seven we know almost nothing except of Stephen, and of Philip whose work Is described In Acts 6. These two did a great deal more than serve tables. From the lower duty they rose to a higher. Some Bessons. We should not be dis couraged when we find Imperfections In the modern church. Probably the differ ences between members arise more from misunderstandings than from a desire to do wrong. There are diversities of work In the Church of Christ. No one class should absorb all the functions and du ties. We learn how to settle difficulties. Wo learn how flexible the church organ ization should lie, ready to be adapted to all circumstances and emergencies. We have another example of the way God overrules times of trials and difficulty. The better organization of the church, tile office of deacon, and an Illustration of adapting our methods to our circum stances all grew out of this early dif ficulty. Hi. The Outcome, Rapid ^Growth in Numbers and Power.—Vs. 7, 6. "The word of God Increased." its power ex tended to many more people, and to oth er classes, as the priests; the truths of salvation gained wider credence, and changed many hearts and lives. The gen erosity shown, the love of others ex pressed, the difficulty healed by a for bearing Christian spirit, was made known as widely as the discontent had spread. The beauty and power of religion was shown in a new light, as the silent, un seen current of electricity, when ob structed by the carbon Him, burst out into a brilliant light, , IV. Stephen, the Martyr rreacher.—V. S. Notice the development of Stephen. 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