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The ivory palaces
Or. Talmage ontheGlories of the
World to Come.
ATTRACTIVENESS OF CHRIST j
Who Opens the Way For His
Faithful Followers. The Chris*
tian's Guide to Heaven.
In this discourse I>r. Talmage sets
forth the glories of the world to come
and the attractiveness of the Christ,
who opens the way; text, Psalms xlv,
8. "All thy garments smell of myrrh
and aloes and cassia out of the ivory
Among the grand adornments of the
city of Paris is the Church of Noire
Dame, with its great towers and elaborate
rose windows and sculpturing of
the last judgement, with the trumpeting
angels and rising dead; its battlements
of quatre foil: its sacristy, with
ribbed ceiling and statues of saints.
But there was nothing in all that building
which more vividly appealed to my
r>lftin rennhliean tastes than the costly
vestments which lay in oaken presses?
rot>es that had been. embroidered with
gold and been worn by popes and archbishops
on great occasions. There -was
a robe that had been worn by Pius VII
at the crowning of the first Napoleon.
There was also a vestment that had
been worn at the baptism of Napoleon
II. As our guide opened the oaken
presses and brought out these vest.
> ments of fabulous cost and lifted them
up the fragrance of the pungent aromatics
in which they had been preserved
filled the place with a sweetness
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that had been done in stone more vividly
impressed me than these things that
had been done in cloth and embroidery
and perfume. But today I open the
drawer of this text and I look upon the
kingly robes of Christ, and as I lift
them, flashing with eternal jewels, the
whole houss is filled with the aroma of
these garments, which "smell of myrrh
and aloes and cassia out of the ivory
In my text the King steps forth.
, His ropes rnstle and blaze as he advances.
His pomp and power and glory
overmaster the spectator. More brilliant
is he than Queen Vashti. moving
mid the Persian princess: than Marie
Antoinette on the day when Louis XVI
put upon her the necklace of 800 diamonds;
than Anne Boleyn the day
when Henry VIII welcomed her to his
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paiace?an Deauty auu <m yvmy 1U15U1ten
"while we stand in the presence of
this imperial glory, King of Zion, King
of earth, King of heaven, King forever
His garments not worn out, not dust
bedraggled, but radiant, and jeweled,
and redolent It as if they must have
been pressed a hundred years amid the
flowers of heaven. The wardrobes fram
which they have been taken must have
been sweet with clusters of camphire,
asd frankincense, and all manner of
precious wood. Do you not inhale the
odors? Aye, aye, "They smell of
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myrra ana aioes ana cassia uut ux mc
Your first curiosity is to know why
the robes of Christ are odorous with
myrrh. This was a bright leafed Abyssinian
plant It was trifoliated.
The Greeks, Egyptians, Romans and
Jews bought and sold it at a high
price. The first present that was ever
given to Christ was a sprig of myrrh
thrown on his infantile bed in Bethlehem,
and the. last gift that Christ ever
had was myrrh pressed into the cup of
his crucifixion. The natiyes would
take a stone and bruise the tree, and.
then it would exude a gum that would I
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saturate all the ground Deneatn. jlhis
gum was used for purposes of merchandise.
One piece of it no larger than a
chesnut would whelm a whole room
with odors. It was put in closets, in
chests, in drawers, in rooms, and its
perfume adhered almost interminably
to anything that was anywhere near it
So when in my text I read that Christ's
garments smell of inyreh I immediately
conclude the exquisite sweetness of Jesus.
I know that to many he is only like
any historical person?another John
s Howard, another philanthropic Oberlin,
another Confucius, a grand subject for
a painting, a heroic theme for a poem,
a beautiful form for a statue, but to
those who have heard his voice ar.d
heard his voice and felt his pardon ar.d
received his benediction he is music
and light and warmth and thrill and
eternal fragrance, sweet as a friend
sticking to you when all else betray,
lifting you up while others try to push
you down, not so much like morning
glories that bloom only when the snn
is coming up, nor like "four o'clock's"
that bloom only when the sun is going
down, but like myrrh, perpetually aromatic,
the same morning, noon and
night, yesterday, today, forever. It
^ seems as if we cannot wear him out.
We put on him all our burdens and
affiict him with all our eriefs andk set
Mm foremost in all our battles, and
yet lie is ready to lift and to sympathize
and to help. We have so imposed upon
him that one woule think in eternal
affront he would quit our soul, and yet
today he addresses us with the same
tenderness, dawns upon us with the
same smile, pities us with the same
There is no name like his for us. it
* is more imperial than Caesar's, more
musical than Beethoven's, more conquering
than Charlemagne's, more eloquent
than Cicero's. It throbs with
all life. It weeps with all pathos. It
groans with all pain. It breathes with
all perfume. Who like Jesus to set a
broken bone, to pity a homeless orphan,
to nurse a sick man, to take a prodigal
back without any scolding, to illumine
a cemetery all plowed with graves, to
make a queen unto God out of the lost
woman, to catch the tears of human
sorrrow in a lachrymatory that shall
never be broken? Who has such an
eye to see our need, such a lip to kiss
away our sorrow, such a hand to snatch
us out of the fire, such a foot to trample
our enemies, such a heart to embrace
all our necessities? I struggle for some
metaphor with which to express him?
he is not like the bursting forth of a
full orchestra; that is too loud. He is
not like the sea when lashed to rage by
the tempest; that 'is toe boisterous.
He is not like the mountain, ius brow
wreathed with the lightnings; that is
too solitary. Give us a softer type, a
gentler comparison. We have seemed
to see him with our eyes and to hear
him with our ears and to touch him
with our hands. Oh, that today he
might appear to some other one of our
five senses! Aye, the nostril shall discover
his presence. He conns upon us
like spice gales from heave a. Yea, his
garments smell of lasting and all pervasive
Would that you all knew his sweetness!
How soon you would turn from
all other attractions! If the philosopher
leaped out of his bath in a frenzy
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of joy and clapped his hands asd rushed
through the streets because he had
found the solution of a mathematical
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problem, bow win you reel leaping ir ^u
the fountain of a Saviour's mercy and
pardon, washed clean and made white
as snow, when tbe question has been
solved, "How can my soul be saved?"
Naked, frostbitten, storm lasbed soul,
let Jesus tbis hour throw around thee
tbe "garments that smell of myrrh and
aloes and cassia out of the ivory palaces."
Your second curiosity is te know
why the robes of Jesus are oderous
with aloes. There is some difference
of opinion about where these aloes
grow, what is the color of the flowei,
what is the particular appearance of the
herb. Suffice it for you and me to
know that aloes mean bitterness the
world over, and when Christ comes with
garments'bearing that particular odor
they suggest to me the bitterness of a
Saviour's sufferings. Were there ever
such nights as Jesus lived throughnights
on the mountains, nights on the
sea, nigh<.s on the desert? "Who ever
had such a hard reception as Jesus had?
A Tmsfplrv the first, an uniust trial in
oyer and terminer and terminer another,
a foul mouthed, yelling mob the
last. Was there a space on his back
as wiue as your two fingers where he
was not whipped? Was there a space
on his brow an inch square where he
was not cut of the briers? When the
spike struck at the instep, did it not go
clear through to the hollow of the foot?
Oh, long, deep, bitter pilgrimage!
John leaned his head on Christ, but
who did Christ lean on?^ Five thousand
men fed by the Saviour. Who fed
Jesus? The sympathy of a Saviour's
heart going out to the leper and the
adulteress: but who soothed Christ?
He had a fit place neither to be born
nor to die. A poor babe! A poor lad!
A poor young man! Not so much as a
taper to cheer his dying hours. Even
the candle of the sun snufied out.
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YY It UUt ZLXl diUCO . vvu uxi-iu, wva
rows, bereavements, losses and all the
agonies of earth and hell picked up as
in one cluster and squeezed into one
cup and that pressed to his lips until
the acrid, nauseating, bittor draft was
swallowed with a distorted countenance
and a shudder from head to foot and a
gurgling strangulation. Aloes! Aloes!
Nothing but aloes! All this for himself?
All this to get the fame in the
world of being a martyr? All this in a
spirit of stubbornness, because he did
not like Caesar? No, no! All this
because he wanted to pluck me and
you from hell. Because he wanted to
raise me and you to neaven. .Because
we were lost and lie wanted us found.
Because we wera blind, and lie wanted
us to see. Because we were serfs, and
lie wanted to see us manumitted. 0
ye in whose cup of life the saccharine
has predominated; 0 ye who have
had bright and sparkling beverages,
how do you feel toward him who in
vour stead and to purchase your disin
thrallment took the aloes, the unsavory
aloes, the bitter aloes?
Your third curiosity is to know why
these garments of Christ are odorous
with cassia. This was a plant which
grew in India and the adjoining islands.
You do not care to hear what
kind of a flower it had or what kind of
a stalk. It is enough for me to tell
you that it was used medicinally. In
that land and in that age, where they
knew but little about pharmacy, cassia
was used to arrest many forms of disease.
So, when in my text we find
Christ coming with garments that smell
of cassia, it suggests to me the healing
and curative power of the Son of God.
"Oh," you say, "now you have a superfluous
idea! We are not s?ck. Why
do we want cassia? We are athletic
Our respiration is perfect. Our limbs
are lithe, and on bright cool days we
feel we could bound like xa roe.5' I
beg to differ, nay brother, from you.
None of you can be better in physical
health than I am, and yet I must say
we are all sick. I have taken the diagnosis
of your case and have examined
all the best authorities on the subject,
and I have to tell you that you
are "full of wounds and bruised and
putrefyirg sores, which have not been
boundiup or mollified with ointment."
The marasmus of sin is on us, the palsy,
the dropsy, the leprosy. The man
that is expiring tonight in the next
street?the allopathic and homeopathic
doctors have given him up and his
friends now standing around to take his
last words?is no more certainly dying
as to his body than you and I are dyiBg
unless we have taken the medicine
from God's apothecary. All the leaves
of this Bible are only so many prescriptions
from the Divine Physician,
written, not in Latin, like the prescriptions
of earthly physicians, but written
in plain English so that a "man,
thought a fool, need not err therein."
Thank God that the Savior's garments
smell of cassia!
ouypuse <x iLtitn nuc siu&j auu uuvib
was a phial on his mantlepiece with
medicine he knew would cure him, and
he refused to take it, what would you
say of him? He is a suicide. And
what do you say of that man who, sick
in sin, has the healing medicine of
fine's pr?r>e offered him and refuses to
take it? If he dies, he is a suicide.
People talk as though God took a man
and led him out to darkness and death,
as though he brought him up to the
cliffs and then pushed him off. Oh,
no! When a man is lost, it is Dot because
God pushes him off: it is because
he jumps off. In olden timen a suicide
was buried at the crossroads, and
the people were accustomed to throw
stones upon his grave. So it seems to
me there may be at this time a man
who is destroviri2 h^s soul, and as
though the angels of God were here to
bury him at the point where the roads
of life and death cross each other,
throwing upon the grave the broken
law and a great pile of misimproved
privileges so that those going by may
look at the fearful mound and learn
what a suicide it is when an immortal
soul for whjch Jesus died puts itself
out of the way.
"When Chrsst trod this planet with
foot of flesh, the people rushed after
him?people who were sick and those
who, being so sick they could not walk,
were brought by their friends. Here
I see a mother holding up her little
child, crying: ''Cure this croup, Lord
Jesus! Cure this scarlet fever!"
And others: '"'Cure thisophthalmia!
Give ease and rest to this
spinal distress! Straighten this club
foot!7' Christ made every house where
he stopped a dispensary. I do not believe
that in the 19 centuries which
have gone by since, his heart has got
hard. I feel thas we can come now
with all our wounds of soul und get his
benediction. 0 Jesus, here we are!
We want healing. "We want sight. We
want health. TTe want life. "The
whole need not a physician, but they
that are si3k." Blessed be God that
Jesus Christ comes through this assem^
blage nor, his "garments smelliDg of
myrrh"?that means fragrance?"and
aloes"?they mean bitter sacrificial
memories?'"and cassia"?that means
medicine and curs.
According to my test, he comes '
of the ivory palaces.'1 Ydu ktidw; or if
you do not know, I Will tell you now
that some cf the palaces of olden time
were adorned with ivory. Ahab and
Solomon had their homes furnished
with it. The tusks of African and
Asiatic elephants were twisted into ail
manners of shapes, and there were
stairs of ivory and chairs of ivory and
tables of ivory and floors of ivory and
windows of ivory and fountains that
dropped into basins of ivory and rooms
that had ceilings of iyory. Oh, ^hite
and overmastering beauty! Green tree
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Drancnes sweeping we cuius. xapcan>
trailing the snowy floors. Brackets of
light flashi ig on the lustrous surroundings.
Silvery music rippling on the
beach of the arshes. The mere
thought of it almost stuns my brain,
and you say: "Oh, if I could have walked
over such floors! If I could have
thrown myself in such a chair! If I
could have heard the drip and dash of
those fountains!"' You shall have something
better than that if you only let
Christ introduce you. From that place
he camc, and to that place he proposes
to transport you, for his "garments
omoll nf mwrrli ar>^ flings and r.assia
out of the ivory palaces." "What a
place heaven must be! The Tui'c
ies of the French, the Windsor casue
of the English, the Spanish alhambra,
the Russian kremlin, are mere dungeons
compared with it! Not so many
castles on either side the Rhine as on
both sides of the river of G-od?the ivory
palaces! One for the angels, insufferably
bright, winged, fire eyed, tempest
charioted; one for the martyrs, with
bloocl red robes from under the altar;
one for the King, the steps of his palace
the crown of the churh militant; one
foi the singers, who lead the one hundred
and forty and four thousand; one
for you, ransomed from sin; one for me
plucked from the burning. Oh, the
Today it seems to me as if the windows
of those palaces were illumined
for some great victory, and I look and
see climbing the stairs of ivory and
walking on floors of ivory and looking
from the windows of ivory some whom
we knew and loved on earth. Yes, I
know them. There are father and
mother, not 82 years and 79 years as
when they left us, but blithe and youug
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there are brothers and cisters, merrier
than when we used to romp across the
meadows together. The cough gone.
The cancer cured. The erysipelas
healed. The heartbreak over. Oh
how fair they are in the ivory palace i (
Amd your dear little children that weui
out from you?Christ did not let one of
them drop as he lifted them. Hecid
not wrench one of them from you. K).
They went as from one they loved well
to one whom they loved letter. If I
should take your little child and press
its soft face against my rough cheek, I
murlif tpp-n if-, a Httlfi while: but when
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the mother, came along it would
struggle tD go with you. And so you
stood holding your dying child when
Jesus passed by in the room and the
little one sprang out to greet him. That
is all. Your Christian dead did not go
down into the the dust and the gravel
and the mud. Though it rained all
that funeral day and the water came
up to the wheel's hub as you drove out
to the cemetery, it made no difference
to them, for they stepped from the
home here to the home there, right
into the ivory palaces All is well
with them. All is well.
It is not a dead weight that you lift
when you carry a Christian out. Jesus
mkaes the bed up soft with velvet promisee,
and he says: "Put her down here
very gently. Pat that head waich will
never ache again on this pillow of halle
luiaiis. Send up worn tnat tne procession
is coming. Ring the bells. Ring!
Open your gates, ye ivory palaces!"
And so your loved ones aie there. They
are just as certainly there, having died
in Christ, as that you are here. There
is only one thing more they want. Indeed,
there is one thing in heaven they
have not got. They want it. What is
it? Your company I But, oh, my
brother, unless you change your tack
you cannot reach that harbor! You
might as well take the Southern Pacific
railroad, expecting in that direction to
reach Toronto, as to go on in the way
some of you are going and yet expect to
reach the ivory palaces. Your loved
ones are looking out of the windows of
heaven now, and yet you seem to turn
your back upon them. You do not seem
to know the sound of their voices as
well as you used to or to be moved by
the sight of their dear faces. Call louder,
ye departed ones! Call louder
from the ivory palaces!
When I think of that place and think
rr>TT if. T e,c>tA awkward.
feel as sometimes when I have been exposed
to the weather, and my shoes
have been bemired, and my coat is
soiled, and my hair is disheveled, and I
stop in front of some fine residence
where I have an errand. I feel not fit
to govin as I am and sit among the
guests. So some of us feel about heaven.
We need to be washed, we need
to be rehabilitated before we go into the
ivory pai<tv;c?. jutuuai uuu, j?-u
surges of thy pardoning mercy roll over
us! I want not only to wash my hands
and my feet, but, like some skilled
diver standing on the pier head, who
leaps into- the wave and comes up at a
far distant point from where he went
in, so I want to go down, and so I want
to come up. 0 Jesus, wash me in the
waves of thy salvation!
And Tiprp T ask vrra to slove a mvs
tery that lias been oppressing me for 30
years. I have been asking it of doctors
of divinity who have been studying
theology half a century, and they
have given me no satisfactory answer.
I have turned over all the books in my
library, but got no solution to the question,
and today I come and ask you for
an explanation. By what logic was
Christ induced to exchange the ivory
palaces of heaven for the crucifixion
agonies of earth? I shall take the first
thousand million year in heaven to
study out that problem, meanwhile and
now, taking it as the tenderest, mightiest
of all facts that Christ did come,
that he came with spikes in his feet,
came with thorns in his brow, came
with spears in his heart, to save you
and to save me. "God so loved the
world that he gave his only begotten
Son, that whosoever believeth in him
shovld not perish, but have everlasting
life." Oh, Christ, whelm all our souls
with thy compassion! Mqjr them
down like summer grain with the harvesting
sickle of thy grace! Ride through
today the conqueror, thy garments
smelling "of myrrh and aloes and cassia
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Knew They Were There.
A dispatch from Wellsburg, W. Va.,
says four masked burglars forced their
way iuto the lonely farm house of Dr.
J oseph Parkinson some time during the
nighi. *nd after blindfolding, binding
and gaggrag the inmates, who were all
) a-careful search for valuables
l^as^nade: The jobbers secured goveru?~iHcnt
tonds valued at ^10,500] $i5 in
hrrotey and i lot of sliverware and
] iewgky. - tfj^y^hen locked the women
\ id-an hastily drove
Laway. flM?o_clew t0 ^eir iden
| BOEfiOWtNG A NEWSPAPER.
An Article that Should Be Bead by al
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uiu you get tne paper, : iur
Luther Carter put his head out of th<
sitting mom door and spoke sharply.
"Yep," Cyrus approached with eas:
moderation and held it out.
''Well, I guess you stopped to prim
it on a hand-press. I don't know when
in the world yen take your slowness
from." Mr. Luther Carter recrossec
the room to his easy chair, adjusting
his spectacles on the way. His mo
tions were all deliberate, and suggestec
a probable reason for little Cyrus' slow
Mrs. Luther Carter glanced up deprecatingly
from her mending. '\Now,
Luther," she said, with meek disap
probation in her voice. "Now Luther,
you haven't been borrowing Andrevi
Gamble's newspaper again?"
"That hitting the nail higher oc
the head than you ever did before. Jane
''But you borrowed it last week,
Luther, and the week before, and the
week before that."
"And week before that?keep hei
agoin, Jane Ellen. I guess you can gc
as far back as the flood." Mr. Carter's
laugh cackled unmelodiously behind the
"But it's deradful mortifying to me,
Luther, anyway. It does seem as il
we migm tas.e a newspaper uuraeivea,
and -lend instead of borrow, a spell.
Then we'd see how it feels."
One spectacled eye appeared above
the paper's rim, followed shortly by
its mate. Little Mrs. Luther 'withered
under them. She fumbled for a new
needle, clicking the scissors and spools
together nervously. She had nevei
ventured upon so bold a suggestion
before, and already was deeply repentant.
"Jane Ellen, you better darn those
stockings, and I guess you can do it
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easier 11 you Keep your ups suut-to.
In at the open window stole pleasant,
flower-sweetened wafts of summer air.
Incessant, keen insect voices buzzed and
clicked and sang. Within, for a while,
there was no sonnd but the gentle
orackle of Andrew G-amble'fl newspaper;
then Luther Carter spoke with a gruff
attempt at apologetic good humor.
"When I'm in Andrew's luck, and
the uncle I never had and wasn't
=Mined after dies and leaves me a pret
ly little mess of money. I'll take the
paper, Jane Ellen. I guess till then
'twont hurt Andrew if I do bonow his."
"That was a good while ago. I
should have thought Andrew'd spent
it all long ago, Luther, building barns
and things as he did."
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the paper. He gave a startled cry.
"My good land, what is it, Luther?
Xou look all struck in a heap!" exclaimed
"He's dead, Jane Ellen!"
"Who's dead!" Her voice rose
shrill and anxious.
"Andrew is?Andrew Grumble! He
died this morning?'as we go to press,
it says. There's a black mark all round
the notice. I guess Marietta was thinking
to send it to Jon's folks. It clean
takes my breath away!"
"Andrew Gamble dead! I can't believe
it, Luther?It isn't possible! I
guess we shouldn't have to find it out
in the newsnaner."
"Well, read it for yourself, then,
They huddled over the paper, reading
the lines together with scared, distressed
faces. It was a small sheet,
whose local columns stood out, boldly
__ Andrew Gamble dead! Andrew
(ramble! Why, lie lived, just a nouse
or two beyond. How could he die and
they not know it at once? But there
it was: "As we go to press, the painful
news reaches us of the sudden death
of our much-esteemed and well-known
citizen, Andrew Gamble. It is too late
to obtain particulars of the s:id event
for to-day's issue."
Luther Carter went to the door and
called. "Uyry! Uyry!" imperatively.
Cyrus shuffled slowly in and sat on the
edge of a chair, awed by the solemnity
in his parents' faces.
"Cyry, did you see An?did you see'
the folks when you went to borrow the
Mis. Carter groaned softly and
wiped her eyes on Cyrus' undarned
"Nope?guess there wasn't anybody
at home. It looked all kind of shut
Mrs. darter eroaned aeain. "Dinn't
you see anybody, Cyry?" persisted
Luther. "Now you think real hard.
"Who came to the door?"
"Nobody did. I walked in, after I'd
kept knocking a while."
"But who gave you the newspaper,
Cyry? Now you think."
Cyrus began to look embarrassed under
this fire of mysterious questions.
"Well, nobody gave me the paper, I
took it. Fs always lying on the table
waiting to be taken. I gues3 Mrs.
Gamble's got sick of getting it for ms,
abd last time she told me to go into
the sitting room and get it myself. I
had to huLt all round. It was under
the sofa. Say, pa, why don't we take
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"Did she look as if she'd been crying,
Cyry?" quavered Mrs. Carter.
"I didn't see her, I said?only her
picture hanging up. That looked real
solemn. I guess somebody -was crying,
though, somewhere. I heard a sniffy
sound, real loud."
Luther and Mrs. Luther gazed gravely
at each other, sighing.
"Marietta's such a sensitive woman
?poor Marietta!" murmured little Mrs.
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She iose suddenly, upsetting the
darning-basket. "I'm going right
dovn there," she said. "I feel as if
I'd ought to. If I can't be any other
comfort to Marietta, I can wash up the
dinner dishes and trim lamps. Cyry,
you run and get my shawl."
She looked down thoughtfully at her
flower-sprigged dress. "Yes, I s'pose
I'd better put on a black dress. I
s'pose so, out of respect for Marietta's
Soberly begowned and shawled, Mrs.
Carter a few minutes later tapped
gently at tVe Gamble back door. She
noticed (} a thie blinds were nearly all
clo?-. d auu ihe shades down. An air of
Lushed solemnity brooded over ail
things, animate and inanimate, in the
Poor Andrew's choice Plymouth
Rock hens went about as if on tiptoe,
with drooping tail-feathers. To Mra.
Carter's sensitive ear, even the old
cock's crowing had a doleful, drawnout
wail in it.
She tapped again seftly. Nobody responded.
Then adjusting the corners
of ner mouth to appropriate droops, she
stole gently in the kitchen.
There was no one there. The little
room had on its prim afternoon dress
and looked unsocial and stiff. The
iaintest possible hint ot ckcking knittingneedles
drew the visitor unconsciously
toward the sitticg-room.
Mrs. Andrew Gamble sat there knitt
11-IVI imm VniiWn ?<! riintmiM i r fTrwi
? ~~--S ? jm
| ting in the still, dark roora. She gave
I a little start as Mrs. Carter entered.
"Oh,'' she said, in a low voice, "I'm
1 real glad to see yQiy^Sfrs. Carter. Xo,
don't take that "6hair?that's Andrew's,
and I can't bear it. This rocker's eas
ier to your back. Undo your shawl,
3 "I had to come over, Marietta?
ofomdil as if T mnst. I couldn't bear
7 the thought of your sitting here all
alone. I wish I could help you?0
t Marietta, I wish I could!"
5 Mrs. Gamble locked up from her
' knitting quickly. "Yes, it is lonel
some with Andrew jrone," she said,
' quietly. She was a slight, sweet.faced
woman, and the loose wisps of hair,
^ turning jrray, curled arouDd her face.
For a very little space neither of the
| women spoke. The subdued creak of
their rockers sang a dirge in the visii
tor's ears. She was wondering how
' Marietta could knit stockings, and look
so composed, and curl her hair! Still
r she had been crying. Her eyes looked
1 Then th* visitor spoke in a sharp
1 whisper, drying the words out solemnly.
"Wasn't it dreadful sudden
! "Yes, it was sudden. Stiii, I'd been
expecting as likely as not it might
happen. He's never been real hearty."
? "No?" Mrs. Carter assented, with a
1 doubtful, upward inflection. Andrew
* had looked hearty, very.
"Ever since he sprained his kneejoint
last fall he's been ailing especial:
ly; it seemed to use him up."
"I never noticed that he limped."
x "Well, he did, going up-hill and
coming home ?fter' along trip."
! Another pause, and another stanza
r of the creaking dirge.
''When did?it happen, Marietta?"
' whispered Mrs. Luther Carter then.
"Three o'clock this morning, or a
' few minutes past. We were up all
' night with him. I didn't get a wink
"Poor child!" Mrs. Carter softly
! patted the knitting needles. "Did?
1 did?he suffer much?"
"No. I guess not. That was a mercy.
He didD't seem to sense anything
T1 TTT. 21 J i.TL: 1
ail nigat. >v e uia everymiu^ vrca.i.icvr
how for him?everything. Laudanum
didn't seem to do any good." She be1
gan to cry suddenly. "I was so fond
; of him!" she sobbed, apologetically.
"Yes, yes, do cry, Marietta?it'll do
you good. You ought to cry. It's a
mercy you can."
"I don't know how we're going to get
along without him, Mrs. barter."
"It's a great loss to the neighborhood.
We all feel it," Mrs. Carter
murmured. "Luther and I were all
struck in a heap. He read it in the
paper. Just think of our finding it out
in the newspaper!"
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Mrs. Uramcie mtea ner uruuping
head with an air of solemn pride.
"Yes," she said, "they put it in the
paper right away. When Andrew's
Uncle Andrew died, they got that into
the paper, too."
It was warm in the room, and Mrs.
Carter took up a paper from the table
to fan herself. She folded it neatly
and set it waving with slow, steady j
"When are you goin to?to?when
will you?bury him, Marietta?" she
asked at length, gravely.
Mrs, Gamble took up her knitting
work, "Oh, we buried him this morning
as soon as it 'twas real light. We
1 thought we might as well get it done
with, and we wouldn't feel so bad when
"Why, Mrs. Gamble! Why, I never
^ TV*TT ^ O TTO
iicaiu UX OUUil a lilllug iu LU.J iiwu uu;u
?I never!" She spread out the Hewspaper
fan in abstracted agitation, and
stared at it absently. Her face expressed
the utmost amazement and hor
Suddenly her eye fell on one of the
items in the paper. She read it hastily
once?twice. Then she glanced at
^ 4-/1 T f TTTO C fliof
LUC jjapei S ua^i IV TTCW VUHV TIVVA u
paper, and the notice in it was of the
"lamentable loss our rcspected townsman,
Andrew Gamble, has sustained?
as we go. to press?in the death of his
valuable and petted chestnut horse,"
Mrs. Luther Carter crumpled the
paper in her fingers and rose. "Well,
Marietta, I must be g oing. I'm real
sorry for yon and Andrew, but 'tain't as
if 'twas one of the family gone, you
voni/Hir Tinm? anrl finHinff I
WJUC ntui UVU1V1 ? ? ~ ?O
the borrowed paper, thrust it into
Luther's hand unceremoniously, pointing
to the date. For the first time they
noticed that it was old and timestained
and exhaled a faint musty odor. They
had read its mention of the death of
Andrew Gamble's uncle.
Luther Carter read and re-read the
date. Then he got up and went out of
When at supper-time he came back,
he remarked briefly to Cyrus as he went
jt T j_t. .
inrougn me Kiioneii.
"I've subscribed for the newspaper
myself, Cyry, so I guess vou won't need
to go borrowing any more."
Drummers and the Trusts.
Wherever American drummers meet
in convention trusts are denounced
first, last and all the time. In Albany,
the National League of Commercial
Travelers recently considered i;he trust
question earnestly and thoroughly.
President Dowe announced that 36,000
drummers had been thrown out of
work by the trusts, and that 35,000
others had their salaries reduced. The
New York Journal some time since offered
a gentle suggestion that the drum
mers would soon wake up to tne trust
qucstioD, and regret some of their former
shouts and yells for McKinley, HoDart
and prosperity. The drummers
were earnest advocates of McKinley
and the advance agent of prosperity as
long as they were well paid advance
agents of tobacco houses, hardware
houses, etc. Now that their business
is taken away from them, their opinion
of the Ohio advance agent is not quite
so high. "We repeat that the trusts are
doing the greatest possible good to the
cause of Democratic progress in many
wars, among others by making malcontents
and agitators of tens of thousands
of commercial travelers. These are all
intelligent, energetic men. Once deprived
of their livelihood, reduced to
' ordinary labor, they will become the
advocates of Government ownership,
, and of "prosperity" for all, instead of.
a class. In all democratic movements
and in all reform movements, what is
usually lacking is brains and energy of
a successful kind, says tne jXevr xorK
Journal. The drummers have such
| brains. We are glad to know that, instead
cf riding about in Pullman cars,
. urging such and such a competitive
, and more or less adulterated brand on
, little country merchants, they will
hereafter engage in the useful work of
, promoting democracy and the welfare
i of the majority.
Hanged by Alabama MobSolomon
Jones, a negro, was hanged
by a mob near Forrest, Ga., for attempt
ing to assault a young white*woman, j
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THE CBOPS AUD WEATH2B.
What tie Department of Agriculture |
Says About Them.
The following is the weekly bulletin
of the condition of the weather and
crops of the State issued Tuesday by
Director Bauer of the U. S. Weather
The week ending Jaly 31st was slight]
ly warmer than usual, with little temperature
variation from day to day, ex,
j cept oaiuraay anu ouuuay, wm^-u w?c
j very hot and humid. The close ef the
j week was marked by slightly lower
The drought was effectually broken
by general rains over the entire S'cate,
ranging in amount from about an inch
to 5.68 inches, the latter at Santue, Union
county. There are a few scattered
localities tnat did not get enough rain
for the present need of crops, while
over poitions of the Pee Dee section,
and in Williamsburg and Oconee counties
lowland crops damaged by excessive
rains. Stock water continues
scarce in many places. Cloudy and humid
weather accompanied the showery
conditions which, together with the prevailing
high temperature, made the
week a very favorable cue tor all crops.
The rains and high, temperature started
new growth on. cotton. Early planted
was, however, too far spent to be
much benefitted. Cotton is small, generally
well fruited, but is shedding badly.
Rust has appeared in six counties:
boll worms reporced from one. Excessive
rains injured it in Marion county.
Sea island cotton badly blighted in
places, but generally it is blooming profusely
and fairly well fruited.
Old upland corn was toe nearly matured
to receive much benefit from the
rai n, over the central sections of the
State, where in places it is almost a
failure. In the extreme eastern counties,
the crop of early corn is extra fine
while in the extreme western portions
the recent rains were very timely.
Young corn is being damaged by worms
aud caterpillars in the Pee Dee section,
and ni isolated localities elsewhere,
but generally it looUs very promising.
Some corn being planted, largely as an
Tobacco is ripening faster than it
can be gathered in places. Curing
progresses favorably. In places the
leaves have "fire'1.," and horn worms
are injuring it in Darlington county.
Rice is heading fairly well, but more
rain would prove beneficial. Upland
rice does rot look promising. Peas are
now doing well. Sorghum cane is topDine.
but is a Door crop. Ssreet potato
slips continue to be set out. Pastures
show slight improvement. General
crop conditions much improved.
Money Unlike Other Things.
It is evident that money is not like
any other thing known to man and
the truth about money cannot be arrived
at by the ordinary metal process
of comparison by which they have been
so assiduously presented by the hirelings
of the gold combination and their
dupes. The controlling condition of
prosperity is found in stability of general
prices. Stability in general prices
depend upon a uniform money supply
keeping even pace with increasing population
and demand. The interests of
the manufacturers, merchants, farmers,
and laborers of all countries demand that
the relation of money to all other
things be such that the general level of
prices will either remain stationary or
advanace. Falling prices to these
engaged in the production of wealth
means losses, bankruptcy, idleness, and :
curtailed production. Falling prices :
rob debtors and unjustly enncn creditors
through increasing the purchasing
power of money units. The war agains
silver was inaugurated by a combina
tion of the world's creditors for the purt
pose of cutting off money supply and
making moHey scarce and dear. <
Through outlawing silver as a money :
metal, they have doubled their wealth
and their incomes since 1873, as every
dollar due them, either as principal or
interest, will now purchase double the 1
am unt of things in general that it :
? 1 ^ rru-J J .
would at mat time. j.iie ueuuauu. iyi
the demonetization of silver emanated '
from a class who sought the enrichment i
of themselves through the plundering <
of general society by increasing the i
value of money. Until men ceased to '
be solicitous for their own welfare and i
become indifferent to all things of <
worldly concern the money question ;
must continue an issue in politics un- i
dersettled and settled right. :
?* ' W TTT 4,
unaries lager YYeuomau. ;
Charles Yager, aged 40 years, of
Brandt, Pa., small manufacturing village,
murdered Lis three small children (
early Friday morning by cutting their .
throats and then committed suicide by
the same mean?. There seems to be no ;
doubt that the father had gone insane '
during the night. For years he was [
employed in the chair factory in the
town and was a steady, industrious man. '
He was a widower, and since his wife's j
death had devoted himself to the three ;
children. Their ages ranged from five '
to twelve years. There was nothing to 1
indicate what had inspired Yager to '
commit the crime other than he became
suddenly insane brooding over the loss
of his wife and the motherless condition
of his children.
Hanged in Charleston.
James Phelps and Sam Bailey were ;
hanged together in the jail yard at '
Charleston Friday morning. Both died J
hopeful of a peaceful hereafter. Their
necks were broken. Tbe execution was
devoid of incident, and the murderers j
went to death quietly and calmly. The
condemned men had an early breakfast
Friday morning and they ate heartily
for men who knew that wibin a few
hours they would be cold clay. Their ]
last meal consisted of hominy, a pot of \
coffee for each, lightbread, muffins, \
"? i Tin '
eggs, butter ana veai. uaen tuc^ (
had partaken of the meal they sent for ,
jailer Graddick, thanked, him for his
kindness to them and said lfce7 had
enjoyed their breakfast.
Suicide by Fire.
A special from Greenville says Wed- j
nesday morning at 3,. o'clock Maggie
Brown, a negress of bad repute, satu
rated her clothing thoroughly with kerosene
oil, touched a match to her (
clothing and was instantJv enveloped
in flames. Every thread of clothing,
including her stockings, was burned,
and the fire ate into her body at many
places. She lived until 11 o'clock
"Wednesday morning, suffering intense j
agony.' She gained corsciousness before
death and gave as t ;e reason for ^
taking her life that Babe Walker, a ne- j
gro man, with whom she lived, had deserted
Killed Father and Son.
"Wm. Jarrels Tuesday shot and killed
Jerry Fowler and his son, Joseph Fow- j
ler, at Burr's Ferry, 20 miles west of ,
Leesville. Ga. The shooting gre* out i
of a law suit which had been tried be- <
fore a magistrate's court that day. Jar- <
rels was arrested. '
- ' 'i : ''?' vV- > >* '"t--.'}]\."
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A TRiFUNG ?66URRENCE
JJct Zt Eventually Brongiit India Cndei
How many people are aware that
England owes its vast Indian empire
to a variation of three shillings a
pound in the price of pepper. And yet
such is the case, and it throws an interesting
light upon the idiosyncrasies
of the English character.
In the sixteenth century all the pepper
consumed in England was bought
by the English merchants from the
Dutch, who brought it from India.
Owing to racial jealousy, the Dutch
traders in 1599 raised the cost from
three shillings to six shillings per
pound. This petty display of ill-feeling
caused considerable annoyance to
the English merchants, and aroused
in them that feeling of independence
which has always been so characteristic
of the race.
They determined to import their
pepper direct from India in their own
ships, and for this purpose formed a
company, called "The Governor and
Company of Merchants of London
Trading to the East Indies," and which
In later days became eventually known
as the East India Company.
xneir first voyages emDroiieci uiem
in almost innumerable' quarrels with
the Dutch and Portuguese, and- for a
time the venture proved a financial
failure. It was not until 1615 that the
company became successful and obtained
lucrative treaties, owing to their
decisively defeating the Portuguese.
From this time on their possessions
gradually increased, slowly at first,
and then very rapidly, until, by th?
wise and beneficial management of
such men as Clive, "Warren Hastings
and Cornwallis, they exercised sovereignty
over the greater portion of
In this, manner it happened that an
increase in the price of pepper momentously
affected the history of mankindBo
Careful How You Sit.
Recently an eminent physician gave
utterance to the opinion that appendicitis
Is more common in this country
than In others because of the Yankee
custom that men have?and men are
more frequently sufferers from the
disease than women?of habitually sitting
with one leg thrown over the other.
This habit, the physician was
quoted as saying, restricts the action
of the digestive apparatus, and especially
the lower Intestine, and
causes stagnation of the contents aild
the stretching of the opening of the
vermiform appendix, making it possi
blefor obstructions to reach the latter,
and tins giving rise to appendicitis.
There Js no other disease, if we may
judge from, the attention given to it
by current publications, in -which the
general public takes so much interest
as this one, which is comparatively
new to medical practice. (Probably
much of the popular Intertstv is due
to the fact that only within a few years
what may be called the literature of
appendicitis has reached the reading
Where the Hotel Key* Go. '
"Of all the collecting fads I ever
beard of, the key collectors are the
worst of all." said one gentleman to
another. "There are men traveling on
the road "who have keys of every hotel
they ever stopped in. In order to see
that they take no keys, hotel proprietors
place large checks, with large
brass tags upon them, and even attach
them to iron bars; and yet the
bey collectors put these useless, heavy
articles in their valises and carry them
away. I know of one collection of keys
that embraces a key that represents
nearly all the leading American and *
European hotels. The cost of keys in '\
a large hotel is simply enormous. A
few of them are lost or taken by accident,
but the most of them are carried
off by key collectors."
An English officer whose ship was
stationed off the coast of Ceylon went
tor a day's shooting along the coast,
accompanied by a native attendant
well acquainted with: the country. Coming
to a particularly inviting river, the
officer resolved to have a bath, and
asked the native to show him a place
where there were no alligators. The
native took him to a pool close to th?
sstuary. The officer thoroughly enjoyed
his dip, and while'.drying himself
asked his guide why there were
never any auigaiors in xaax poui. rw
causes sar," promptly replied the Cingalese,
"thT plenty Iraid of shark."
A Peculiar Freak.
One of the most peculiar freaks that
the wind played recently -was on the
Presbyterian church at New Hartford,
N". Y. It blew the steeple, above the
belfry, out of plumb about 25 degrees,
so that the spire pointed in a northwesterly
direction, and it was feared
thaf it mieht fall. Men. were nut at
work" straightening it the next morning,
when the wind veered around and
blew it back almost to its original
position. The men inside made a lively
rue to get out of the place.
To Manage Enthusiasm.
There is a portion of enthusiasm assigned
to every nation, which, if it
bath not proper objects to work on,
will burst out and set all into a flame,
[f the quiet of a state can be brought
ibout by only flinging men a few ceremonies
to devour, it is a purchase no
wise man would refuse. Let the mas- I
tiffs amuse themselves about a sneep'a
;kin stuffed with hay, provided it will
2eep them from worrying the flock.?
Corncob pipes are made by the car.oad
in Missouri, and sell for 25 to 27
:ents per bushel. The industry is also
m important one in Indiana, and one
factory at Brightwood turns out be;ween
4,000 and 5,000 a day.
To get strong;
and healthy use
one bottle Mueray's
TB Mllg BAY ORfl B S8-,
COLUMBIA, S. C.
This School has the reputation of being the
jest business institution in the State. Gradlates
are holding remunerative positions in
nercantile houses, banking, insurance, real
?tate, railroad ofinxjes, &c., in this and other
states. Write te W. H. Maafeat, Court
stenographer Comulbia, S.C. fcj: terms, eto
The Smith. Pneumatic Suction
Elevating, Ginning and ;^p
Packing System jjF
Is the simplest and most efficient oo^^J
the market. Forty-eight complete
outfits in Sonth Carolina; each
one giving absolute
Boilers and Engines; Slide
Yalve, Automatic and Corliss.
My Light aad Heavy Log Beam Saw
Mills cannot be equalled in design, efficiency
or price by any dealer or manu
facturer in the South.
Write for prices and catalogues.
V. C. Badham,
COLUMBIA, S. C. I
It is the==?
Bat a very poor one, to wait until the gin- mI
ning season is on before lo king to see fl
what fix the gin is in I
Now is tlie time tofl
YOUR GIN TO THE ^
ELLIOT 6IN REPAIR I0HS.1
Do not delay and then ask oa to ltt Tdtt
have it at once, for thorough, work cannot
be done in a harry. The attention giren
this reaiter'now will more than repaj you
when the notion is white in the fields
and the gin boose crowded. The work.it *
coming in already, so ship at once to the j
uadersigned, located at the old electric light |
References by permission:?W. H. Gibbet -,~'4
& Co, V C. Bad ham, Jno. A Willis. ' '< v?;
Mark yoar name and shipping point ?|
on work sent and prepay the freight. i
W. J. ELLIOT r, Proprietor,
No. 1314 Gates Street,
COLUMBIA, S. C.
= Keeley 1
126 SMtTH-STREET, A $
COE. VANDEBH0&8T, ,
CHARLESTON, 8. a VWi " i
ALCOHOL V. \
MORPHINE , .... J
opium :. 1
TOBACCO ., 1
using. ; |
Produce each a disease having defio
ite pathology. Tt?- disease yield*
easily to the Double Ciilonde
Treatment as administered at the above' _ ^
N. B.?The Keeley Treatment
administered in Sonth Carolina
?SY CHARLESTON. 3
AH We Ask of j
-th- Machinery or
Mill Supply Use
T? Bfth mwa TM an AnnArtllBlhr ~ei-t
XO tUdll JVU f %S UO <OU . }, :.-^
to submit our prices and make f
comparisons. We ask this be- |
cause we believe we can make it to . 7
YOUR advantage. TRY US.
We make a-specialty of equipping
IMPROVED MODERN GBC&^ag
NERIES OF ANY CAPACITY J
WITH THE SIMPLEST AND >4
MOST EFFICIENT COTTON 1
HANDLING ^APPARATUS IN . |f
Correspondence with intending pur- H
w. H. globes & 60.. \
COLOMBIA, S. C.
' SOUTH CAROLINA AGENCY
Liddell Co., Charlotte/ N. C. ,|g
A. B. FarqnharCo., Ltd., York, Pa. -m
Eagle Cotton Gin Co., Bridgewater*
Stranb Machinery Co., Cincinnati,
I xtrvirrrrxm r tit to Tit \Sr
iSV/lJDULXlVT AJUX-Q AJL
iai Regulator ?r Kidneys, ^pp
1 THE MURRAY DRUG CO., :.m
Columbia, S. CJ)r.
Charleston, S. C. J|1
A vegetable for Mild,
cure for Liv- the Pleasant; J
er, Kidney & LIVER Sure. \W
stomach troubles, and 25, SO, $L
Sold wholesale by?
The Murray Drug Co. Celumbi a
JDr. H. Baer, Charleston, S.C, j
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