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Great Fnieher Says That a Man's
Character Is Determined by His Ap
preciation of Woman—Ml|httmt lnfln
•MM Are Ever the Host Silent.
BROOLKYN, Feb. 5.—The annual pew
'letting in Brooklyn tabernacle has just
taken place, and the rental exceeds all
previous years. For the best pews five,
•ix, seven and eight hundred dollars were
But parts of the houBe are kept
ftee, BO that no one can truthfully say
that he cannot attend church here for
lack of means.
If this immense structure were twice
•a large it would not contain all who de
to worship here. By the time the
wrvice begins the streets are blocked
with people going away.
The Rev. T. De Witt Talmage, D. D.,
the pastor, preached this morning the
fifth in the "Series of Sermons to the
Women of America, with Important
Hints to Men." His subject was "The
Veil of Modesty," and his text: Esther
I, 12: "The Queen Vashti refused to
If you will accept my arm I will escort
you into a throne room. In this fifth!
sermon of the series of sermons there are
certain womanly excellencies which I
wish to commend, but instead of putting
them in dry abstraction, I present you
their impersonation in one who seldom,
if ever, gets sermonic recognition.
We stand amid the palaces of Shushan.
The pinnacles are aflame with the morn
ing light. The colums rise festooned and
wreathed, the wealth of empires flashing
from the grooves the ceilings adorned
with images of bird and beast, and scenes
of prowess and conquest. The walls are
hung with shields, and emblazoned until
it seems that the whole round of splen
dors is exhausted. Each arch is a mighty
leap of architectural achievement. Golden
stars, shining
down on glowing arabesque.
Hangings of embroidered work in
which mingle the bluenessof the sky,
the greenness of the grass and the white
ness of the sea foam. Tapestries hung
on silver rings, wedding together the' pil
lars of marble. Pavilions reaching out
in every direction. These for repose,
filled with luxuriant couches, in which
weary limbs sink until all fatigue is sub
merged. These for carousal, where kings
drink down a kingdom at -one swallow.
Amazing spectacle! Light of silver
dripping down over stairs of ivory on
shields of gold. Floors of stained marble,
Bunset red and night black, and inlaid
with gleaming pearl. Why, it seems as
if a heavenly vision of amethyst, and
jacinth, and topaz, and chrysoprasus had
descended and alighted upon Shushan.
It seems as if a billow of celestial glory
had dashed clear over heaven's battle
ments upon this metropolis of Persia. In
connection with this palace there is a
garden, where the mighty men of foreign
lands are seated at a banquet. Under
the spread of oak, and linden, and
acacia the tables are arranged. The
breath of honeysuckle and frank
incense fills the air. Fountains leap
up into the light, the spray struck
through with rainbows falling in crystal
line baptism upon flowering shrubs—then
rolling down through channels of marble,
and widening out here and there into
pools swirling with the finny tribes of
foreign aquariums, bordered with scarlet
anemones,, hypericums, and many col
ored ranunculus. Meats of rarest bird
and beast smoking up amid wreaths of
aromatks. The vases filled with apricots
and almonds. The baskets piled up with
apricots, and dates, and figs, and oranges,
and pomegranates. Melons tastefully
twined with leaves of acacia. The
bright waters of Eulaeus filling the
urns, and sweating outside the
rim in flashing beads amid the
traceries. Wine from the royal vats
of Ispahan and Shiraz, in bottles of
tinged shell, and lily shaped cups of sil
ver, and flagons and tankards of solid
gold. The music rises higher, and the
revelry breaks out into wilder transport,
and the wine has flushed the cheek and
touched the brain, and louder than all
other voices are the hiccough of the ine
briates, the gabble of fools and the song
of the drunkards.
In another part of the palace Queen
Vashti is entertaining the princesses of
Persia at a banquet. Drunken Ahasuerus
•ays to bis servants: "You go out and
fetch Vashti from that banquet with the
women, and bring her to this banquet
with the men, and let me display her
beauty." The servants immediately start
to obey the king's command but there
was a rule in -oriental society that no
woman might appear in public without
having her face veiled. Yet here was a
mandate that no one dare dispute, de
manding that Vashti come in unveiled
before the multitude. However, there
was in Vashti's soul a principle more
regal than Ahasuerus, more brilliant than
the gold of Shushan, of more wealth
than the realm of Persia, which com
manded her to disobey this order of the
king and so all the righteousness
and holiness and modesty of her
nature rises up into one sublime
refusal. She says: "I will not go into
the banquet unveiled." Of course
Ahasuerus was infuriate and Vashti,
robbed of her position and her estate, is
driven forth in poverty and ruin to suf
fer the scran of a nation, and yet to re
ceive the applause of after generations
shall rise up to admire this martyr
to kingly insolence. Well, the last ves
tige of that feast is gone the last garland
has faded the last arch has fallen the
last tankard has been destroyed, and
ia a ruin but as long as the
world there will be multitudes of
men and women, familiar with ..the
Bible, who will come into this picture
gallery of God, and admire the divine
portrait of Vashti the queen, Vashti the
veiled, Vashti the sacrifice, Vashti the
In the first place, I want you to look
npffP Vashti, the queen. A blue ribbon,
rayed with white, drawn round her fore
head, indicated her queenly position. It
small honor to be queen in such a
realm as Hark to the rustle of her
tobes! See the blaze of her jewels! And
my friends, it is not necessary
ve palace and regal robe in order to be
Queenly. When I see a woman with
ijL.it in God, putting her foot upon
all bmuumm, and selfishness, and godln
S Jv
of City and County.
display, going right forward to serve
Christ and the race by a grand and
glorious service, I say: "That wo
man is a queen," and the ranks of
heaven look over the battlements upon
the coronation and whether she come up
from the shanty on the commons or the
mansion of the fashionable square, I
greet her with the shout "All hail!
Queen Vashti." What glory was there
on the brow of Mary of Scotland, or
Elizabeth of England, or Margaret of
France, or Catherine of Russia, compared
with the worth of some of our Christian
mothers, many of them gone into glory?
—or of that woman mentioned in the
Scriptures, who put her all into the Lord's
treasury?—or of Jephthah's daughter,
who made a demonstration of unselfish
patriotism?—or of Abigail, who rescued
the herds and flocks of her husband?—or
of Ruth, who toiled under a tropical sun
for poor, old, helpless Naomi?—or of
Mrs. Adomrain Judson, who kindled the
lights of salvation amid the darkness of
of Burmah?—or of Mrs. Hemans,
who poured out her holy soul in
words which will for ever be
associated with hunter's horn, and cap
five's chain, and bridal hour, and lute's
throb, and curfew's kneir at the dying
day?—and scores and hundreds of
women, unknown on earth, who have
given water to the thirsty, and bread to
the hungry, and medicine to the sick,
and smiles to the discouraged—their
footsteps heard along dark lane, and in
government hospital, and in almshouse
corridor, and by prison gate? There
may be no royal robe—there may be no
palatial surroundings. She does not
need them: for all charitable men will
unite with the crackling .lips of fever
struck hospital and plague blotched laz
aretto in greeting her as she passes:
"Hail! hail! Queen Vashti."
Among the queens whom I honor are
the female day school teachers of this
land. I put upon their brow the coronet.
Tliey are the sisters and the daughters of
our towns and cities, selected out of a
vast number of applicants, because of
their especial intellectual and moral en
dowments. There are in none of your
homes women more worthy. Tliese'per
sons, some of them, come out from afflu
ent homes, choosing teaching as a useful
profession others, finding Jthat father is
older than he used to be, and that his
eyesight and strength are not as good as
once, go to teaching to lighten his load.
But I tell you the history of the majority
of the female teachers in the public
schools when I say: "Father is dead."
After the estate was settled the family,
that were comfortable before, are thrown
on their own resources.
It is hard for men to earn a living in
this day, but. it is harder for women—
their health not so rugged, their arms
not so strong, their opportunities fewer.
These persons, after trembingly going
through the ordeal of an examination as
to their qualifications to teach, half be
wildered step over the sill of the public
school to do two things—instruct the
j'oung and earn their own bread. Her
work is wearing to the last degree. The
management of forty or fifty fidgety and
intractable children, the suppression of
their vices and the development of their
excellencies, the management of
rewards and punishments, the send
ing of so many bars of soap and fine
tooth combs on benignant ministry, the
breaking of so many wild colts for the
harness of life, sends her home at night
weak, neuralgic, unstrung so that of all
the weary people in your cities for five
nights of the week there are none more
weary than the public school teachers.
Now, for God's sake, give them a fair
chance. Throw no obstacles in the way.
If they come out ahead in the race,
cheer them. If you want to smite any,
smite the male teachers they can take
up the cudgels for themselves. But keep
your hands off of defenseless women.
Father may be dead, but there are
enough brothers left to demand and see
that they get justice.
Within a stone's throwof this building
there died years ago one of the principals
of our public schools. She had been
twenty-five years at that post. She had
left the touch of refinement on a multi
tude of the young. She had, out of her
slender purse, given literally thousands
of dollars for the destitute who came
under her observation as a school teacher.
A deceased sister's children were thrown
upon her hands, and she took care of
them. She was a kind mother to them,
while she mothered a whole school.
Worn out with nursing in the sick and
dying room of one of the household, she
herself came to die. She closed the
school book and at the same time the
volume of her Christian fidelity and
when she went through the gates they
cried: "These are they who came out of
great tribulation, and had their robes
washed and made white in the blood of
the lamb."
Queens are all such, and whether the
world acknowledges them or not, heaven
acknowledges them. When Scarron,
the wit and ecclesiastic, as poor as he
was brilliant, was about to marry Mme.
de Maintenon, he was asked by the notary
what he proposed to settle upon madem
oiselle. The reply was: "Immortality!
The names of the wives of kings die
with them the name of the wife of Scar
ron will live always." In a higher and
better sense, upon all women who do
their duty, God will settle immortality!
Not the immortality of earthly fame,
which is mortal, but the immor
tality celestial. And they shall reign
forever and ever. Oh, the opportu
nity which every woman has of being
a queen! The longer I live the more I
admire good womanhood. And I have
come to form my opinion of the charac
ter of a man by his appreciation or non
appreciation of woman. If a man
have a depressed idea of womanly
character he is a bad man, and there is
no exception to the rule. The writings
of Goethe can never have any such at
tractions for me as Shakespeare, because
nerrly all the womanly characters of the
great German have some kind of turpi
tude. There is his Mariana, with her
clandestine scheming, and his Mignon, of
evil parentage, yet worse than her ances
tors, and his Theresa, the brazen, and
his Aurelia of many intrigues, and his
Philina, the termagant, and his Melina,
the tarnished, and his Baroness, and his
Countess, and there is seldom a womanly
character in all his voluminous writ
ings that would be worthy of resi
dence in a respectable coal cellar, yet
pictured and dramatized and emblazoned
till all the literary world is compelled to
ft' 4- I
Bee. Not no! Give me William Shake*
care's idea of woman and I see it in
Desdemona, and Cordelia, and Rosalind,
and Imogen, and Helena, and Hermione,
and Viola, and Isabella, and Sylvia, and
Perdita, all of them with enough faults
to prove them human, but enough kindly
characteristics to give us the author's
idea of womanhood, his Lady Macbeth
only a dark background to bring out the
supreme loveliness of his other female
Oh, women of America! rise to your
opportunity. Be no slave to pride, or
worldliness, or sin. Why ever crawl in
the dust when you can mpunt a throne!
Be queens unto God forever. Hail
Vashti I
Again: I want you to consider Vashti
the veiled. Had she appeared before
Ahasuerus and his court on that day,
with her face uncovered, she would have
shocked all the delicacies of Oriental
society, and the very men who in their
intoxication demanded that she come, in
their sober moments would have despised
her. As some flowers seem to thrive
best in the dark lane and in the shadow,
and where the sun does not seem to
reach them, so God appoints to most
womanly natures a retiring and unob
trusive spirit. God once in a while
does call an Isabella to the throne,
or a Miriam to strike the timbrel at
the front of a host, or a Marie Antoinette
to quell a French mob, or a Deborah to
stand at the front of an armed battalion,
crying out: "Up! up! This iB the day
in which the Lord will deliver Sisera into
thy hands." And when women are called
to such outdoor work and to such heroic
positions, God prepares them for it and
they have iron in their soul, and light
nings in their eye, and whirlwinds in
their breath, and the borrowed strength
of the Lord omnipotent in their right
arm. They walk through furnaces as
though they were hedges of wild
flowers, and cross seas as though
they were shimmering sapphire, and
all the harpies of hell rink down
to their dungeon at the stamp of their
womanly indignation. But these are
exceptions. Generally, Dorcas would
rather make a garment for the poor
boy Rebecca would rather fill the
trough for the camels Hannah would
rather make a coat for Samuel the
Hebrew maid would rather give a
prescription for Naaman's leprosy
the woman of Sarepta would rather
father a few sticks to cook a meal for
famished Elijah Phebe would rather
carry a letter for the inspired
apostle Mother Lois would rather
educate Timothy in the
Scriptures. When
I see a woman going about her daily
duty—with cheerful dignity presiding at
the table with kind and gentle, but
firm, discipline presiding in the nursery,
going out into the world without any
blast of trumpets, following in the foot
steps of him who went about doing good
—I say: "This is Vashti with a veil on."
'But when I see a woman of unblushing
boldness, loud voiced, with a tongue of
infinite clitter clatter, with arrogant
look, passing through the streets with a
masculine swing, gayly arrayed in a
very hurricane of millinery, I cry out:
"Vashti has lost her veil." When I see
a woman struggling for political
preferment, and rejecting the duties
of home as insignificant, and thinking
the offices of wife, mother and daughter
of no importance, and trying to force her
way on up into conspicuity, Isay: "Ah,
what a pity Vashti has long lost her
veil." When I see a woman of comely
features, and of adroitness of intellect,
and endowed with all that the schools can
do for one, and of high social position,
yet moving in society with supercilious
ness and hauteur, as though she would
have people know their place, and an un
defined combination of giggle, and strut,
and rodomontade, endowed with allo
pathic quantities of talk, but only home
opathic infinitesimals of sense, the terror
of dry goods clerks and railroad con
ductors, discoverers of significant mean
ings in plain conversation, prodigies of
badnessand innuendo—Isay: "Vashti has
lost her veil."
But do not misinterpret what Isay
into a depreciation of the work of those
glorious and divinely called women who
will not be understood till after they are
dead, women like Susan B. Anthony,
who are giving their life for the better
ment of tha condition of their sex. Those
of you who think that women have
under the law of this country an «qn»i
.chance with men are ignorant of the laws.
A gentleman writes me from Maryland,
saying: "Take the laws of this state. A
man and wife start out in life full of
hope in every respect by their joint ef
forts, and, as is frequently the case,
through the economic ideas of the wife,
succeed in accumulating a fortune, but
they have no children they reach old
age together, and then the husband dies.
What does the law of this state do then? It
says to the widow, hands off your late
husband's property, do not touch it the
state will find others to whom it will give
that, but you, the widow, must not
touch it, only so much as will keep life
within your aged body, that you may
live to see those others enjoy what right
fully should be your own." And the
state seeks the relatives of the deceased
husband, whether they be near or far,
whether they were ever heard of before
or not, and transfers to them, singly or
collectively, the estate of the deceased
husband and living widow.
Now, that is a specimen of unjust laws
in all the states concerning womanhood.
Instead of flying off to the discussion as
to whether or not the giving of the right
of voting to women will correct these
laws, let me say to men, be gallant
enough, and fair enough, and honest
enough, and righteous enough, and God
loving enough to correct these wrongs
against women by your own masculine
votes. Do not wait for woman suffrage
to come, if it ever does come, but so for
as you can touch ballot boxes, and legis
latures, and congresses begin the refor
mation. But \intil justice is done to
your sex by the laws of all the states, and
women of America take the platform,
and the pulpits, and no honorable
will charge Vashti with having lost her
Again, I want you this morning to
consider Vashti the sacrifice. Who is
this that I see coming out of that pafo^
gate of Shushan? It seems to me that I
have seen her before. She comes home
less, houseless, friendless, trudging along
with a broken *heart. Who is she? It is
Vashti the wamfioe. Oh, what a chamm
it was from regal position to way.
Times, Official Paper
-vvtftU.-* ,i
Carer's crust. A little while ago approved
and sought for now none so poor as
to acknowledge her acquaintanceship.
Vashti the sacrifice. Ah, you and I have
Been it many a time. Here is a home
empalaced with beauty. All that refine
ment, and books, and wealth can do for
that home has been done but Ahasuerus,
the husband and the father, is taMug
hold on paths of sin. He is gradually
going down. After a while he will
flounder and struggle like a wild beast in
a hunter's net—further away from God,
further away from the right. Soon the
bright apparel of the children will turn
to rags soon the household song will be
come the sobbing of a broken heart. The
old story over again. Brutal Centaurs
breaking up the marriage feast of La
pithae. The house full of outrage, and
cruelty, and abomination, while trudging
forth from the palace gate are Vashti
and her children. There are homes rep
resented in this house this morning that
are in danger of such a breaking
up. Oh Ahasuerus, that you should
stand in a home, by a dissipated
life destroying the peace and comfort
of that home. God forbid that your
children should ever have to wring their
hands, and have people point their finger
at them as they pass down the street and
say: "There goes a drunkard's child."
God forbid that the little feet should ever
have to trudge the path of poverty and
wretchedness. God forbid that any evil
spirit, born of the winfe cup or the brandy
flask, should come forth and uproot that
garden, and, with a blasting, blistering,
all consuming curse, shut for ever the
palace, gate against Vashti and the chil
Oh, the women and the men of sacri
fice are going to take the brightest coro
nals of heaven! This woman of the text
gave up palatial residence, gave up all for
what she considered right. Sacrifice!
Is there anything more sublime? A
steamer called the Prairie Belle, burning
on the Mississippi river, Bludso, the engi
neer, declared he would keep the bow of
the boat to the shore till all were off, and
he kept his promise. At his post, scorched
and blackened, he perished, but he saved
all the passengers. Two verses of pa
thetic poetry describe the 6cene, but the
verseBare a little rough, and so I changed
a word or two:
Through the hot black breath of the burning
Jim Bludso's voice wax heard.
And they all had trust in his stubbornness,
And knew he would keep his word.
And sure'a you're born they all got oft
Afore the smokestacks fell
And Bludso's ghost went up above,
In the suioke of the Prairie Belie.
He weren't no saint, but at Judgment
I'd run my chance with Jim,
Lougside of some pious gentlemen
That wouldn't Nhake hands with him.
He'd seen his duty, a lcad sure thing.
And went for it there and then,
And Christ is not going to be too hard
On a man that died for men.
Once more: I want you to look at
Vashti the silent. You do not hear any
outcry from this woman as she goes forth
from the palace gate. From the very
dignity of her nature you know there will
be no vociferation. Sometimes in life it
is necessary to make a retort sometimes
in life it is necessary to resist but there
are crises when the most triumphant
thing to do is to keep silence. The phil
osopher, confident in his newly discov
ered principle, waited for the coming of
more intelligent generations, willing that
men should laugh at the lightning rod,
and cotton gin and steamboat—waiting for
long years through the scoffing of philo
sophical schools, in grand and magnificent
silence. Galileo, condemned by mathe
maticians, and monks, and cardinals,
caricatured everywhere, yet waiting and
watching with his telescope, to see the
coming up of stellar re-enforcements,
wheh the stars in their courses would
fight for the Copernican system then
sitting down in complete blindness and
deafness to wait for the coming on of
the generations who would build his
monument and bow at his grave. The
reformer, execrated by his contempo
raries, fastened in a pillory, the slow
fires of public contempt burning under
bim, ground under the cylinders of the
printing press, yet calmly waiting for the
day when purity of soul and heroism of
character will get the sanction of earth
and the plaudits of heaven. Affliction,
enduring without any complaint the
shatpness of the pang, and the violence
of the storm, and the heft of the chain,
and the darkness of the night—waiting
until a divine hand shall be put forth to
soothe the pang, and hush the storm, and
release the captive. A wife abused, per
secuted, and a perpetual exile from every
earthly comfort—waiting, waiting, until
the Lord shall gather up his dear children
in a heavenly home, and no poor Vashti
will ever be thrust out from the palace
gate. Jesus, in silence, and answering
not a word, drinking the gall, bearing
the cross, in prospect of the rapturous
consummation when—
Angels thronged his chariot wheel,
And bore him to his throne
Then swept their golden harps and sung
The glorious work is done.
An Arctic explorer found a ship float
ing helplessly about among the icebergs,
and going on board he found that the
captain was frozen at his logbook, and
the helmsman was frozen at the wheel,
and the men on the lookout were frozen
in their places. That was awful, but
magnificent. All the Arctic blasts and
all the icebergs could not drive them
from their duty. Their silence was
louder than thunder. And this old ship
of a world has many at their posts in the
awful chill of neglect, and frozen of the
world's scorn, and their silence shall be
the eulogy of the skies, and be rewarded
long after this weather beaten craft of a
planet shall have made its last voyage.
I thank God that the mightiest in
fluences are the most silent. The fires in
a furnace of a factory or of a steamship
roar though they only move a few shut
tles or a few thousand tons, but the sun
that warms a world rises and sets with
out a crackle or faintest sound. Trav
elers visiting Mount Etna, having heard
of the glories of sunrise on that peak,'
went up to spend the night there and see
the sun rise next morning, but when it
came up it was so far behind their an
ticipations they actually hissed it. The
mightiest influences today are like the
system—completely silent,
't hiss the sun!
Oh, woman! does not this story of
Vashti the queen, Vashti the veiled,
Vashti the sacrifice, Vashti the silent,
move your soul? My sermon converges
into the one absorbing hope that none of
you may be shut out of the palace gate
ot heaven. You can endure the hard-
& a vi iS & &
Packard, Shoninger and
ships, and the privations, and the cruel
ties, and the misfortunes of this life, if
you can only gain admission there.
Through the blood of the everlasting
covenant, you go through those gates or
never go at all.
When Rome was besieged the daughter
of its ruler saw the golden bracelets on
the left arms of the enemy, and she sent
word to them that she would betray her
city and surrender it to them if they
would only give her those bracelets on
their left arms. They accepted the prof
fer, and by night this daughter of the
ruler of the city opened one of the
gates. The army entered, and, keep
ing their promise, threw upon her
their bracelets, and also their shields,
until under weight she died. Alas,
that all through the ages the same folly
has been repeated, and for the trinkets
and glittering treasures of this world men
and women swing open the portals of
their immortal soul for an everlasting
surrender, and die under the shining
Through the rich grace of our Lord
Jesus Christ may you be enabled to imi
tate the example of Rachel, and Hannah,
and Abigail, and Deborah, and Mary,
and Vashti. Amen!
OF SALE—Notice IS hereby given
that virtue of a judgment and decree In
foreclosure rendered and given by the district
court of the third judicial district, in and for the
county of Ricbland and territory of Dakota, and
entered and docketed in the office of the clerk of
suid court in and for said county, on the 19th day
of December, 1887, in an action wherein
W. H. Fuller is plaintiff and Willis Bakerand
Hannah M. Baker are defendants, In favor of
said pluintitrand against tbe said defendants,
for the sum of one thousand and thirty-two
dollars and ninety-five cents ($1082.95).
And by virtue of a writ to me Issued
out of the office of the clerk of said court in
and lor said county of Richland, I, J. H. Miller,
sheriff of said county, will sell at public auc
tion to the highest bidder for dash on SATUR
DAY, the 11th DAY OF FEBRUARY, A. D.
1888, at one o'clock in the afternoon, at the
front door of the court house, in the city of
Wahpeton. in said county, in one purcet the
premises and real estate described in said
judgment and decree to-wit: The northwest
quarter fnwX) of section ten (to) In township
one hundred and thirty (ISO) north of range
forty-eight (48) west, containing one hundred
and Sixty acres of land according to the U. 8.
government survey thereof.
Dated this 19th day of December, A. D. 1887.
Sheriff or Richlasd County, Dakota I'erritory.
A. C. I.ABitiE, Plaintiff's Attorney,
Grand Forks, D. T
[First oubU«ition Dec. 88, 1887.]
Situated 216 miles^ from Minneapolis, at the present terminus of the
Minneapolis and Pacific
ftailroad'and on the Breckenridge & Aberdeen Branch of the St. P., M.
& M., railroad, in the center of one of the
of the Bed Biver Valley. It is but six months old and now has a popula
tion of 220 and is destined to be one of the
Of the surrounding country is
Dotted with innumerable lakes and streams fed by springs. The soil is a
Black Sandy Loam
About Two Feet Deep.
Property is rapidly enhancing in value. Business men will do well
to visit Lidgerwood before locating
actual builders. Call on or address
T»# s#w
ST. PAUL 148 and 150 E. Third St. MINNEAFOLIS-509 and 511 Syndicate Block, Nicollet Are.
Will send ip application
of 80 Pagej fcrl887of
elsewhere: Lots sold way down to
Lidgerwood, Dakota
Paul and Minneapolis.
2 Larget Music Houses in the Northwi

..OhMtaWn tfia lad 1%
fne sales of that class of
temedies, and has given
almost universal sausfac*
Paris. Te*
Ghaswon the favor of
the public and now ranks
•moot the leading Mali
doe* of the oildoro.
Bradford, Ffc,
at 8M5 p^'m.
Ws~ i&
Stein way, Weber, Gabler an
Behr Bros..
Owns and operates nearly S.ROO miles nfthnr
"Hani*. Wisconsin,
Iowa, MISBODH| Minnesota, and Dakota.
It is the Best Direct Boute be
tween all principal points in the
Northwest, Southwest and Par West.
tables, rates of passage and
o?tiie't16 nearest station agent.
ortnecnlcaKO, Milwaukee ti St. Paul Railwmv.
or to any Railroad agent anywhere in the worlcl!
General Manager. Gen'l Pass and Tkt. Art.
Ass Gen'l Mangr. Asst. Gen. pass, ft Tkt.Agt
^D^For information in reference to lands an
towns owned by the Chicago. MilwnkeS
"fm Company. wriTtofl! fUwo^
Land Commissioner, Milwaukee, Wis.
Fargo Southern.
i«ave Ortonville. Arrive
at. 11-0
Graceville rn-ai
Whaaton o*4A
Whiteroci g'K
.. .Seawall
.Walipeton gjgg
.Christene 7.43
.Arr. p.
Fargo Lv
The Peoples' Lino.
Fargo and Ortonville.
Is prepared to handle both
With Promptness and Safety.
Connecting at Ortonville with the Chicago, MIL.
waukee fc St. Paul system, the Fargo &
Southern thus makes another
J0 "I,1 Eastern and Southern States
The Peoples'Line is superb in all its appoint
ments, steel rails, elegant coaches, and its ratea
Ticket for sale at all principal stations for St
5 07
0 18
7 11
B"d timea» i«i"ka.
DaHy each way between Fargo and St. Pa»
without change, connecting at Union
depot, St. Paul, with all east
and Southern lines.
Tr?'?8 Ifc»ve Fargo for Minneapolis, St. Paul I
and intermediate stations, at
5. m.
»H eastern and
For further information address
Gen. Pass. Agent, Milwukee, Wis
(Beaches all principal points in $
St. Cloud, Fergus Falls,
Moorhead, Fargo,
»*TO.Grand Forks, Gasselton,
a 1
7 ao
8 05
7 00
Lv. Breckinridge..Ar
S 55
8 55
4 18
4 87
4 53
5 10
5 84
Morris, Aberdeen
and Ellendale.
Lv....St.Paul AT
12 15
1 90s
1 05
S 18
& 00
4 45
5 Si
Ar Morris Lv
8 83
1 85
Ar. Barnesville...Lv
10 60
10 40
9 10
8 83
8 08
8 10
6 IS
6 10
...Tintah inaction..
....Sprague Lake
6 44
7 81
8 15
H. H.
Wahpeto.n, Dak.
18 30
11 80
11 10
10 58
10 45
10 80
9 80
8 IS
8 40
8 88
8 0S
.Putney. .....
6 45

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