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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. He
was first of good report, then a "server
of tables" and distributor of supplies to
the poor, then a preacher of great power,
a worker of miracles, a martyr, thefore
runner of the greatest apostle lri Chris
tian history. The source of his power
was that he was tilled with the Holy
Spirit.
V Attempts to put a Stop to Stephen s
Work Vs. <i-13. First Attempt by Argu
ment and Discussion. Professor Wilkin
son. In hl« Epic of Saul, represents Saul
as wanting to debate with this young
genius as "a focman worthy of his steed.
Saul makes the first address, ending with
an eloquent peroration against the blas
phemy of thinking that a Galilean car
penter. a < rucitled felon, could represent
"the (lazzling splendor of Messiahshlp.
His argument seemed without a flaw.
Hut Stephen answers from their own
Scriptures, much as is recorded in the
next chapter, tearing even Paul's argu
ments Into shreds.
The Second Attempt was by means of
a false charge before the Sanhedrim "We
have heard him speak blasphemous words
against Moses.” The statements charged
arc given in vs. 13, 11. The blasphemy
consisted in contempt of Moses and his
institutions. It was a capital offense. See
Deut. 13: 6, 10. , „
"And they stirred up the people. Hith
erto th" opposition was confined chletly
to tile rulers whose interests were most
affected by the progress of the gospel.
Now the leaders had got hold of some
thing whirh touched the religion and the
holies of the people; and especially when
the strictness and the generosity of tho
Christians troubled the consciences of
those who did not wish to act in like
manner. Thus "the ciders, and the
.•critics" no longer feared ihe people, who
were divided in feeling, and they "caught
him." They handled him roughly.
"Brought him to the council.” The San
hedrim. They had been discussing in the
synagogue, and were not a match for
Stephen Now thev brought him before
the most learned and powerful body in
the nation. _ , ..
"False witness. False because they
perverted and distorted his words, exag
gerated his opinions, and laid a false em
phasis on his statements.
• His fare as . . . Ihe face of an an
gel " With the dlvInc illumination of the
Hoiv Spirit, as Moses- face when he had
been fortv days alone with God. This
v.-ns God's answer to the charge against
Stephen "It is said of the aged Poly
carp c- lie faced a martyr's death, that
he caught iri his closing hours some rays
of the glory of the transfiguration."—
Knowling. See Canon Btddon's Some Ele
ments of Religion. " Brightness, culm
p<ss benignity, fearlessness, a look high
and” far—such. Dr. Raleigh supposes,
must have been at least some of the ele
ments of this 'angel lace on man.' And
(ben he goes on to suggest how even we.
now ami here, may have at least a little
of its rail In nee."—Way land Hoyt, D. IJ.
Spending Millions on tiolf,
A Quebec paper figures out that In
the United States and Canada there
is spent yearly the enormous sum of
$15,000,000 on golf. This includes the
cost of clubhouses and links, their
maintenance, the wages of '-addies and
servants, the cost of gulfing suits,
sticks and balls and all other ex
penses.
Kitrfmo Hospitality.
National undertakers will convene
here next summer. Undertakers are
proverbially cheerful folk, and we must
be prepared to die in the attempt to
provide them with suitable entertain
ment.—Milwaukee Sentinel.
To Aid Norwegian Farmers.
A law prevails in Norway to aid the
people in securing land. The govern
ment provides a sum of $500,000, which
is lent to industrious farmers to en
able them to buy farms.
INSIST ON GETTING IT.
Borne grocers say they don’t keep De
fiance Starch because they have a stock
til hand of 12 o*. brands, which they know
cannot be sold to a customer who has
once used the 16 o*. pkg. Defiance Starch
for same money.
One woman never really knows an
other woman until their children
quarrel.
Sensible Housekeepers
will have Defiance Starch, not alone
because they get one-third more for
the same money, but also because of
superior quality.
When poverty comes in at the door
love meanders away back and disap
pears.
The IfancUomeNt Calendar of ^
the Seufton.
The Chicago, Milwaukee & St. Paul
Railroad Co. has issued a beautiful
calendar In six sheets 12x14 Inches,
each sheet having a ten-color picture
of a popular actress—reproductions of
water colors by Leon Moran. The orig
inal paintings are owned by and the
calendars are Issued under the Rail
way Company's copyright. A limited
edition will be sold at £5 cents per cal
endar of six sheets. Will be mailed
on receipt of price. F. A. Miller,
General Passenger Agent, Chicago.
True patriotism does not depend on
the size of one’s country.
REIf GROSS BALL BLUE
Should l>e in every home. Ask your grocer
for it. Large 2 oz. package only 5 cents.
Taxpayers do not have to settle for
the pavements made of good inten
tions.
T.amlseekrra’ Excursion*
to Virginia, North and South Carolina.
Good farm nnd stock lands cheap. Nor tor
nadoes or heavy winters. For pamphlets
and excursion rates address W. E. Conkly n,
N. W. P. Agt. C. & O. Ry., 234 Clark St.,
Chicago. _
An Actress Seventy-Five Years.
Mme. Ristori, the famous tragic
actress, who is now at Salsomaggioie
with her son. the Marchese Capranio i
del Grillo, and his family, is shortly
to celebrate her diamond wedding with
the stage.
INSIST ON GETTING IT.
Some grocers say they don't keep De
fiance Starch. This Is because they have
a stock on hand of other brands contain
ing only 12 oz. In a package, which they
won't be able to sell first, because De
fiance contains 36 oz. for the same money.
Do you want 16 oz. instead of 12 oz.
for same money? Then buy Defiance
Starch. Requires no cooking.
A man can take a day off occasion
ally. but his rent goes on juat the
same.
To Cure a Cold in One day.
Take Laxative liroruo Quinine Tablets. A11
druggists refund money if it fails to cure. 25c.
People seldom tell you how much or
how little they think of you.
This Will Interest Mothers.
Mother Gray's Sweet Powders for
Children, used by Mother Gray, a
nurse in Children's Home, New York,
cure Feverishness, Teething Disorders,
Stomach Troubles and destroy worms.
At all druggists'. 25c. Sample FREE.t
Address Allen S. Olmsted, LeRoy, N. Y.
It is hard for a fat woman to think
that her thinner sister is not so out
of pure malice.
Mrs. Winslow s soothing Nyrnp.
/orchllilren tortfc'ng, soften* the Burr.*, reduces tv
Canumtloa, allay* j>am, cures wind colic. 20c a Lotus.
The iron wills of some men contain
a lot of pig iron.
More Salesmen Wanted!
Active men of good character and
address to sell our large line of family
and Stock Remedies, Flavoring Extracts
and pure ground Spices. A permanent
and prof i table business. Team and
wagon only capital required. Territory
assigned. Exclusive agency given. A
large business can be clone with only a
small investment. Our agents earn 815
to850 00 weekly. Write to-day for terma.
THE DR. BLAIR MEDICAL COMPANY.
DEPT H. FREEPORT. ILL
THE GENUINE
^OWE£;y
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\ BRPS®
JPOMMEL
' SLICKER
&IACIS OH YELLOW
WILL KEEP YOU DRY
NOTHING ELSE WILL
! LOOK FOR ABOVE TRADE MARK TAKE NO SUBSTITUTE}
^ ’A J TOWER CO.. BOSTON. MA35. '
I The Wabash
R.ailroad
Iwlth Its own rails from Omaha. ,
Kansas City, St. Louis and Chi
cago to Buffalo, N. Y.. for all
point* east, south and southeast. i
Bed need rates to all the winter
resorts of the south. Ask your
nearest ticket agent to route you !
via THE WABASH. For descrip
tive matter, rates and all infor
mation call on or write Harry E.
Moores, (ien'l Agent Passenger
Department, 1416 Farnam 8t..
Omaha, Neb.
$25 on
5T0N{
I* WHAT VOU CAN SAVE
Wo make all kinds of Kales.
Also B.B. Pump* «"•
and Windmill*.
BECKMAN BROS., OEB MOINES, IOWA.
OKLAHOMA 58 homestead aSje
unkniiumn DICKT MOrgan. Ei Reno. 0. T.