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Eva;iUt!.^al Cerrnan Church
Phe beginning of th(> Kvangelical
fssoi nation in l ulls City dates back
to the year ISFs At about that time
several families from nearby appoint
incuts had moved to halls City. The
church of their choice not being re
presented lure, they reuneatcd Itev.
Ferdinand Hind i .it that time the
preacher In charge ot Zion and 1‘res
ton churches, to locate a permanent
appointment in Falls City . Itev. liar
tier granted this r m< m by Instruct
ing Ids assistant, Kev. -I. Itoehring,
who preached here repeatedly during
the summer of 188s.
Muring the year 1 Mt»7 the little brick
church showed more and more (lie
in ed of being replaced by a larger
building. Winn Key. M. Munshardt,
the pastor 1:1 charge, culled uttention
to the need of a larger building to
'commodate the people that worship
ped therein, he found a quick re
sponse by his entire congregation, old
nil young, of whom some that took
erv act its part in the building of the
pev\ church have gone to the great
beyond. "Their works do follow
them" The rebuilt and enlarged
■ hurch was dedicated in .Inly of limT.
TH1NKLETS
Thouyhts Gathered From The Pens
Of Busy People.
Stretching tlm truth won't make it
ro any farther.
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Little do ye know your own bless
edness. for to trave l hopefully is let
ter than to arrive, and true- success
ts to labor Stephenson.
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There may be method in madness
bat met hod ie al people arc te>o dull to
tic ever thought mad.
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ITte only way to get something for
nothing i‘. to start a fight about it.
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You would do iht'ess he surprised!
if you knew what p1 oi le you aneet j
it i,link of ye. if the y give' you it ;
thought,
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the final refuge of
' ill Ve el :i| I lie st ruggle'
«l t i ’ 1 • V V ! Of,
tile.' wi.: e o a t! 1. in 'all'
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Hie rat e- leer w. a tit oeeis ;!( ill.- ;
grave yard.
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Your thoughts will control you if
k'ltl lioit't control them. Thoughts
*re good .servants hut had masters. |
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Ktiduratue comes to him who loves
ins work; work when plnv never tires l
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Knowledge is the sequence of tiling
learned by experience; it is common
sense classified.
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Self praise is like a common
fire cracker, noisy but useless.
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VVukc up and get up. put up or
‘hut up, boost and push and get In
the game to win.
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\ ou can't see clearly through an
chors eyeglasses. You are the only
one who can develop your own
thinker.
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Marriage is a lottery—and the
prize is often drawn in a preambula
tor.
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lie your own best friend, your own
pal and take that pal's good advice.,
If you are honest with that pal you
won’t deceive others.
I
\ friend in n< «d la a i rlend in all j
dmls of weather tin1 fair weather
friend seldom has an umbrella for
you when clouds gather for a rainy
day.
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If you don’t want to be crowded ,
push aland; there are too many do
ing the small things in life.
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“What I can do,’’ sounds well in
talking but what you do looks better
to those you talk with.
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I ou t worry. Half that wasted en
ergy would do the family washing an
chop the wood.
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Make a noise like ready money
a id your friends will not forsake you.
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lou eannot deny the bravery of
women the < osttunes of some i f
them would try the stoute; t heart.
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Aunt t-ophia lays it is not all the
false hair that is on It*that makes
thi k headed woman.
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We need more writers who help
tlie woman at the tub, rather than
(in' woman at the club. Col. Hunter.
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Most people are popular—with
t ilentselves,
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Give us courage and gaiety and the
quiet mind. Spare to ub our friends
Soften to us our enimies. Hless us,
if it may be. in ail our innocent en
deavors. If it may not be, give us the
strength to encounter that which is
to come, that we be brave in peril,
constant in tribulation, temperate in
wrath, and in all changes of fortune,
and down to tho gates of death, loyal
and loving to one another.—Robert
Louis Stevenson.
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We can't help feeling sorry for the
man who has been handed the idea
that he is too big for his brain to di
gest.
“I have been troubled with consti
pation for two years and tried all of
the best physicians in Bristol. Tenn.,
and they could do nothing for me,”
writs Thos. E. Williams, Middleboro,
Ky. “Two packages of Chamberlain
Stomach and Liver Tablets cured me.
For sale bv all dealers.
‘ Christmas comes hut opce u year
and when it goes I'm glal of it!" mir
quoted Mr. Anthony Higgs, looking
sourly at the toe of his slipper.
As Anthony Higgs lived all alone in
(he big house, I here was no one to
reply to his unpleasant, remarks.
Downstairs In the kitchen his one
servant clattered noisily about her
work. Everywhere else in the house
it was very quiet. And there is no
silence like that of a great house
which has once known the joyful
clamor of a large and happy family.
Years ago Anthony had had a love
affair, but it ended most unhappily.
The girl had married another man
and Anthony Rig*.- had been left to
develop into a morose old bachelor—
and not so very old at that.
“Christmas comes but once a year—
and I'll try (o gel as far away from
it as I can," misquoted Mr. Riggs
once more, as lie ki-ked off his slip
pers and reached for his shoes. When
he was buttoned tightly into his fur
lined ulster and ills sealskin cap was
pulled down over his ears there was
nothing to tie seen save a pair of
very bright brown eyes and an aris
tocratic nose.
Once in the snowy streets Anthony
Riggs found himself nearer to Christ
mas than lie had been before. The
shops were overflowing with holly
wreaths and branches of mistletoe,
toys and games and candy and nuts.
Meautiful gifts were displayed In the
windows and many happy, expectant
faces were pressed against the plate
glass panes.
“Please, sir," said a small voice at
Anthony's elbow, “can't you give me
a job carrying your bundles?"
"What bundles?" frowned Anthony.
“Your Christmas presents—what
you're going to buy, sir," said the
little hoy, respectfully.
“I'm uot going to buy any pres
ents," replied Anthony quite fiercely.
“Here's something toy you—go and
buy your own gifts and don't bother
ine!" He thrust a dollar bill Into the
eager little fingers and strode on, un
mindful of the curious glances of
those who had overheard hts conversa
tion with the little lad.
A glittering window full of jewels
threw a flashlight on hts memory. It
was in that same shop he had once
purchased a ring for Mary Wood. The
ring had been returned to him and
he had flung it into the farthest cor
ner of his desk. It was there now.
lie turned away and sauntered on.
In front of his own church, friendly
hands drew him into the brightly
lighted basement of the edifice where
the annual Christmas bazaar was in
progress.
'ihere was a merry throng of men,
women and children moving to and
fro among the booths devoted to the
sale of fancy articles, toys and candy.
Supper tallies occupied one end of the
room and in an obscure corner a for
tune teller's tent was made of gay
shawls. In the middle of the rtxtm
stood a gigantic Christmas tree, llPid
ed with gifts wrapped in tissue pa
per.
Ten cents win entitle you to n gilt
from the tree," oxplainel his guide.
I don't like presents." said An
thony grimly.
Hereon Simth vs smiled quizzically.
"Very well, suit yourself, Anthony!
Thoie is the fortune teller -perhaps
she will predict a happy future for
you! There is the supper table, that
will insure you a gobd meal and the
booths pay your money and take
your choice!" He moved away and
left Anthony Higgs standing pale and
cold in the midst of the happy crowd.
Perhaps it was because lie did not
know what else to do that Anthony
awaited tn* turn at the fortune tell
er's tent, and once within its dim re
cesses he fell foolishly aware that
the future held nothing for him that
he did not know.
The gipsy's dark head was con
cealed in tlie folds of a lace mantilla;
from the flowing sleeves of her led
velvet bodice, two slim brown arms
and hands flashed out and caught his
large hand The lace-draped head
bent over liis palm.
"You have had much sorrow," said
the gipsy in a low musical voice, "but
much of it lias been your own ma
king! Do the things I shall tell you
and you will live to be very happy
and see your dearest wish gratified!"
Anthony smiled sardonically. "And
the three things I shall do?" he
asked.
"The day after tomorrow Is Christ
mas day. Tomorrow night you must
make three persons happy. Find three
persons who are poor and needy and
sorrowful and take them to your home
and provide them with a bountiful
dinner; have gifts for them and when
they have gone away blessing you—
then, you may re-elve a gift your
self."
"What will it be? I don't want a
gift—I haven't kept Christmas for
yearR," protested Anthony, as he
placed some money on (he table.
"Time you did, then! Don't forget—
or you will lose your l ist chance of
being happy. And rtey—■" A slim
hand arrested his going.
"Yes’” Anthony’s voice was very
cold.
"Be sure fo have that ring in neadl
ness—you may need it!”
And itie next Instant Anthony found
himself elbowed out of the tent by
Impatient waiters at the door, and
without another glance about the dec
orated room he left the church and
v.t.r, fcac’o, t-curbed.
Of course, Anthony Riggs knew |
that the fortune feller could bo none I
other than some member of his
chut'ch wiio was familiar with more i
or less of tic detail of his life and I
habits. lie was surprised at his own ,
lack of liuRgriatioh because his prl
\ ate affalr had been discs' cd by a I
stranger-- indeed, he alt st felt a |
g'ow of gratification that he was still :
numbered among those to whom j
something wonderful might happen. I
“i’ll try it, anyway," said Anthony
that night as he blew out his candle, i
"It can do no harm."
It is a simple matter to make poor j
people happy. Anthony Riggs found j
it no. The day before Christmas was j
I marked hy a series of galvanic shocks J
lor the servant maid in the basement
of Anthony's line house. Before night
the pantries were filled with delicious I
viands and the smell of spices and
I mincemeat pervaded the house.
Anthony’s three persons became
six, for it was so easy to add another j
one and still another to the little
company he had Invited. They w'ere
old men and women and they enjoyed 1
the feast of good things with a pleas-j
ure that made Anthony’s heart ache
as it had never ached since the day j
when Mary Wood had sent back his j
ring.
At last he sent them home in car
riages laden with the remains of the
dinner and with many gifts that
would add comfort to declining years.
The best gift of all was that Anthony
Riggs had promised not to forget
them—he would be their benefactor
till they had passed into the hands of
the great benefactor.
When he was alone in the brightly
lighted parlor, with the blaze of the
chandelier falling on the silver threads
in his black hair, Anthony thought
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: “And You—You Meant What You
Promised?—That Happiness Would
Como to Me?”
| of the bitter years he had wasted
\ —years in which he might have
, made many persons happy. The re-'
ward of good deeds was warm in his
heart tins night and lie forgot that
(hero was not one to offer him a gift
with hiving words, lie had received
the greatest of all gifts—the love and
gratitude of his fellow’ men.
The door softly opened and a wom
! an crept in, small, slender woman
with dusky hair and dark eyes shining
I like stars.
Anmony Riggs did not look up. He
I had forgotten that the fortune leller
had promised him a gift that night,
i On his little fing*r was a small ring
i set with a single pearl.
"Anthony!" The visitor's voice was
j low and musical.
"Mary Wood," said Anthony hoarse
ly; and then with a glance at the
black lace draped about her iiead, he'
added:
'You were the fortune teller last j
night ?"
"Yes."
"Ann von- you meant what you!
promised? that happiness would.
! come to me?"
"It lias come. Anthony," she faltered |
drawing near to him. “We were so
i mistaken you and I—-and the years
have been long. 1 am free now—they
said you needed me and that night
[ when 1 saw your hitter face 1 knew
you needed the influence of a greater
i love than mine before we met.”
Anthony Riggs took his sweetheart
into his arms. "I have found the
greater love, Mary, and its root is pity.
My love for you will be better and
worthier because of my love for the
poor and needy. And tomorrow—to
morrow you will marry me and be
come my Christmas gift in truth?”
"Yes,” said Mary Wood.
And so Anthony Riggs slipped the
little pearl ring on her finger.
(Copyright, 1910.)
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A Way Out of It.
Anna was making Christmas pres
ents.
"Oh, dear, this doesn't look nlde,”
said she.
Little Helen, looking on. remarked
In a sympathizing tone:
“Oh, well, auntie, you can give it to
some one who is near-sighted.”
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111 CiM I ha(j 0f Mack & Nixon, either at
the Market in Barada or at the
Mack farm. Good Beef, 8c and 9c per pound.
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