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I1 $ &-K and dimes Are Invited to Drink off the Water of Lifa 4 1 Too Poor or Too to Be Wel comed. Mb- J^LMIIIA, N. Y., 8pecial.—Dr. Tal :?WP preached here to the immense Multitude who have come to attend the New York and Pennsylvania ex position, which is being held here flept 1 to Sept. 9. It is a combined -exposition of cattle, sheep, horses and valuable stock of all kinds from the two states. The sermon was preached on the fair grounds to a great audience of farmers, horsemen, drovers *nd stock raisers from near and far, '«s well as citizens from the adjacent cities. Secretary Stanley, of the Young Men's Christian Association of Elmira, presided. Dr. Talmage's text was Genesis 29-8: "And they said, we cannot, until all the flocks be gath ered together, and till they roll the stone from the well's mouth then we .water the sheep." There are some reasons why it is Appropriate that I should accept the invitation to preach at this great in ter-state fair, and to these throngs of countrymen and citizens. It is ap propriate that I come because I was -'•a farmer's boy, and never saw a city until I was nearly grown, and having been born in the country I never got over it, and would not dwell in cities -a day if my work was not appointed there. Yoc OLD FARMER OBT THERE! How you make me think of my father! You elderly woman out there with cap and spectacles! How you make me think of my mother! And now while the air is filled with the bleating of sheep, and the neighing of horses and the lowing of cattle, I cannot find a more appropriate text than the one I read. It is a scene in Mesopotamia, beautifully pastoral. A well of water of great value in that region. The fields round about it white with three flocks of sheep lying down waiting for the watering. I hear the bleating coming on the bright air, and the laughter of young men and maidens indulging in rustic repartee. I look ofl and 1 see other flocks of sheep coming. Meanwhile, Jacob, a stranger, on the interesting errand of looking for a wife, comes to the well. A beautiful shep herdess comes to the same well. I see her approaching, followed by her father's flock of sheep. It was a memorable meeting. Jacob married that shepherdess. The Bible account of it is: "Jacob kissed Rachael, and lifted up his voice and wept." It has always been a mystery to me what he found to cry about. But before that scene occurred, Jacob accosts the shep herds and asks them why they post poned the slacking of the thirst of these sheep, and why they did not immediately proceed to water them. The shepherds reply to the effect: "We are all good neighbors, and as a .matter of courtesy we wait until all the sheep of the neighborhood come up. Resides that, this stone well's mouth is somewhat heavy and several of us -take hold of it and push it aside, and •then the buckets and the troughs are -filled, and the sheep are satisfied. We •cannot until all the flocks be gathered "together and till they roll the stone -from the well's moutn, then we water the sheep." OH, THIS IS A THIRSTY WORLDl 'Hot for the head and blistering for the feet and parching for the tongue. 'The world's great want is a cool, re freshing, satisfying draught. We wan der around and find the cistern empty. Long and tedious drouth has dried -up the world's fountains, but nearly 19 centuries ago a shepherd with a crook in the shape of a cross and feet •cut to the bleeding, explored the des •ert passages of this world, and one day came across a well a thousand feet deep, bubbling and bright and opalescent, and looked to the north and the south and the east and the west, and cried out, with a voice «trong and musical, that rang through •the ages: "Ho, every one that thirst eth, come ye to the waters!" Now a great flock of sheep today gather around this gospel well. There are a great many thirsty souls. I wonder why the flocks of all nations do not: gather—why so many stay ithirsty and while I am wondering abontit my text breaks forth in the explanation, saying: "We cannot un til allthe flocks be gathered together, and till they roll the stone from the well's mouth then we water the sheep." If a herd of swine oome to a well they angrily jostle each other for the precedence if a drove of cattle come (K1" to a well they hook each other back p* from the water, but when the flock of sheep come, though a hundred of them be disappointed, they only express it by sad til eating. 2f THEY COVE TOGETHER PEACEFULLY. '\f .'^We want a great multitude to come -atfotind the gospelwell. I know there an those who do not like a crowd— tbey thmk a crowd is vulgar. If the' at®r opressed for room' in churcl it 'niakes them positively impatient and. belligerent. Not so did these Oriental'shepherds. They waited until all the flocks were gathered, and the more flocks that came, the better they liked it. And so we ought to be anxious that all the people should come. Go out into the high-ways and hedge* compel them to come in. Go to the rich and tell them they are in digent without the gospel of Jesus. 6o to the poor and tell them the -affluence there is in Christ. Go to the blind and tell them of the touch that gives eternal illumination. Go to the litinsi and tell them of tbe joy that make the lame leap like a hart. •Qather all the sheep of! of allthe mountains. None so torn of the •'d'djjpi, none so sick, none so worried, none so dying, a* to be omitted. notice that this well Mesor H^wbieh most sheep cottld or i*i.VAtioir and obstacles, Aider that Bt Of the ic a fountain you do not want to come with so many others. It is to you like when you are dry, coming to a town pump, as compared to sitting in a parlor sipping out of a chased chalice which has just b*en lifted from a silver salver. Not so many publi cans and sinners. You want to get to heaven, but it'must be in a special car, with your feet on a Turkish Otto man and a band of music on board the train. You do not want t,o be in company with rustic Jacob and Ra ehael, and to be drinking out of the fountain where ten thousand sheep have been drinking before you. You will have to remove the obstacle of pride or never find your way to the well. You will have to come as we came, willing to take the water of eter nal life in any way and at any hand, and in any kind of pitcher, crying out: "O Lord Jesus, I am dying of thirst. Give me the water of eternal life, whether in trough or goblet give me the water of life I care not in what it comes to me." Away with all your hindrances of pride from the well's mouth. Heart of stone, relent, relent. Touched by Jesus' cros'i subdued See his body, mangled, rent, Covered with a pore ol' blood. Sinful soul, what hast thou done? Crucified the eternal Hon. Jacob with a uood deal of tug and push took the stone from the well's mouth, so that the flocks might bo watered. And I would that my word, blessed of God, might remove the hin drances to your GETTING UP TO THE GOSPEL WELL. Yea, I take it for granted that the work is done, and now, like Oriental shepherds, I proceed to water the sheep. Come, all ye thirsty! You have an undefined longing in your soul. You tried money making that did not sat isfy you. You tried office under gov ernment that did not satisfy you. You tried pictures and sculptures but works of art did not satisfy you. You are as much discontented with this life as the celebrated French author, who felt that he could not any longer endure the misfortunes of the world, and who said: "At 4 o'clock this after noon I shall put an end to my own existence. Meanwhile, I musf toil on up to that time for the suste nance of my family." And he wrote on his book till the clock struck 4, when he folded up his manuscript, and, by his own hand, concluded his earthly life. There are men here who are perfectly discontented. Unhappy in the past, unhappy today, to be un happy forever, unless you come to this Gospel-well. This satisfies the soul with a high, deep, all .absorbing and eternal satisfaction. It comes and it offers the most unfortunate man so much of this world as is best for him, and throws all heaven into the bargain. The wealth of Croesus, and of all the Rothschilds is only a poor, miserable shilling compared with the eternal fortunes that Christ offers you today. In the far East, there was a king who used once a year to get on the scales, while on the other side of the scales were placed gold and silver and gems indeed, enough were placed there to balance the king then, at the close of the weighing, all those treasures were thrown among the populace. But Christ today steps on one side of the scales, and on the other side are all the treasures of the universe, and he Bays: "All are yours—all height, all depth, all length, all breadth, all eternity all are yours." COME, ALSO, TO THIS GOSPEL WELL, All ye troubled. I do not suppose you have escaped. Compare your view of this life at 15 years of age with that what your view of it is at 40, or 60, or 70. What a great contrast of opinion! Were you right then, or are you right now? Two cup9 placed in your hands, the one a sweet cup, the other a sour cup. A cup of joy a cup of grief. Which has been the nearest to being full, and out of which have you the more frequently par taken? What a different place the cemetery is from what it used to be. Once it was to you a grand city im provement, and you went out on the pleasure excursion, and you ran laughingly up the mound, and you criticised in a light way the epitaph. But since the day when you heard the bell toll at the gate as you went in with the procession, it is a sad place, and there is a flood of rushing mem ories that suffuse the eye and over master the heart. Oh, you have had trouble, trouble, trouble. God only knows how much you have had. It is a wonder you have been able to live through it. It is a wonder your nervous system has not been shatter ed, and your brain has not reeled. Trouble, trouble, if I could gather all the griefs, of all sorts, from this great audience, and could put them in one scroll, neither man nor angel could endure the recitation. Well, what do you want? Would you like to have your property back again? 'No," you say, as a Christian man. "I was becoming arrogant, and I think that is why the Lord took it away. I don't want to have my property back." Well, would you have your departed friends back again? "No," you say. "I couldn't take the responsibility of bringing them from a tearless realm to a realm of tears, I couldn't do it." Well then what do you want. A thousand voices in the audience cry out: "COMFORT, GIVE US COMFORT." For that reason I have rolled away the stone from the well's mouth. Come, all ye wounded of the flock, pursued of the wolves, come tb the fountain where the Lord's sick and bereft ones have come. There is only one well that can slake the thirst of an afflicted spirit, and that is the deep and inexhaustible.well of the gospel. Oh, what a great flock of sheep God will gather around the celestial well. No stone on the well's mouth, while the Shepherd waters the sheep. Then Jacob mil recognize Rachael, the shep herdess. And standing oh one side of the well of eternal rapture, your chil dren and standing on the other side of the well of eternal rapture, your Christian ancestry you will be bound ed on all sides by a joy so keen and grand that no other world has been permitted to experience it. Out of that one deep well of heaven, the Shepherd will dip reunion for the be reaved, wealth for the* sick, rest for the weary. And then all the flock of the Lord's sbeep will Iie down in the green' pastures, and, werldwitbout end we will praise the Lofcd v&hat on this first a^mnnal Otirtrthof 1801 we were pernilttsi| ifo&f among the bleating flocks aod lowtntf herds of this fair «*oand thewcjrjrof Jacob and Rachael the shepherdess at the well of Mesopotaiaia. ,0^ plunge your buckets into tlkii: wellandlstthem FOB THE YOUNG FOLKS. INTERESTING READINQ BOYS AND GIRLS. FOR A Darling Little Dunce—The Coyote and the Crows—Fight With a Big Kittle—What to Do With a Bad Temper—An Author's Pot Pourrl. A Darling Little Dunce. She did not look at all like a dunce, as she sat on the lowest step of the new house that the workmen were fin ishing inside. I wondered whose home it might be, and I fancied that the little girl might know. "Can you tell me who is building this house?" I asked. "Oh, my papa," she said looking up into my eyes with the bluest eyes I ever saw. "And who is your papa?" I asked. "Why, he's papa!" she said, with loving emphasis. "Yes, but what is your papa's name?" "His name is papa." "But what do other people call him? I urged. "They say Mr.—what?" "I—don't—know," a little cloud coming over her sunny face. "Can't you recollect wlmt strangers call your papa, gentlemen who ask if he is at home? Don't they ever ask you that?" "Oh, yes they say, 'Is your papa at home?'" "Well, what is your name?" I ask ed, thinking I might find cut what I wanted to know. "Celeste," was the answer. "Celeste what?" "Celeste Rosabel Marguerite. That is enough, isn't it? Mamma says I have almost as many names as a prin cess." Just as I was turning away, a girl of about eight years ran out from the house opposite. "There's Bessie! P'r'nps, she'll know. Bessie! Bes-sie!" called the lit tle one at my side. And 'Bessie came. "Bessie, what's papa's other name 'sides papa?" "Why, Mr. Griffith, of course! What a little dunce you are!" "Am I a dunce?" and the blue eyes looked up tearfully. "You are a darling," I whispered, taking the sweet upturned face be tween my hands and kissing it. Then the blue eyes smiled again, and the dimples danced back to their places, and I continued my way down town.—Youth's Companion. The Coyote and the Crows. Once on a time many crows lived in the edge of some woods. A little out into the plain stood a very large tree with much sand under it. One day a coyote was passing, and heard the crows singing and dancing under thisjtree, and came up to watch them. They were dancing in a circle, and pach crow had upon his back a large baz. "CroW-frieqds, what are you doing?" asked the coyote, who was much in terested. "Oh, we are dancing with our moth ers," said the crows. "How pretty! And will you let me dance, too?" asked the coyote of the too-whit-lah-widdeh crow, [captain of the dance]. "Oh, yes," replied the crow. "Go and put your mother in a bag, and come to the dance." The coyote went running home. There his old mother was sitting in the corner of the fireplace. The stu pid coyote picked up a stick and struck her on the head, and put her in a bag, and hurried back to the dance with her. The crows were dancing merrily, and singing: "Ai mana, que-ee-rah."—"Alas, Mama! you are shaking, you are shak ing!"—The coyote joined the dance, with the bag on his back, and sang as the crows did: "Ai nana, que-ee-rah, que-ee-rah." [Ai nana is an exclamation always used by mourners.] But at last the crows burst out laughing, and said, "What do you bring in your bag?" "My mother, as you told me," re plied the coyote, showing them. Then the crows emptied their bags, which were filled with nothing but sand, and flew up into the tree, laugh ing. The coyote then saw that they had played him a trick, and started home, crying "Ai nana!" Wfeen he got home he took his mother from the bag and tried to set her up in the chimney-cor ner, always crying, "Ai nana, why don:tyou sit up as before?" But she could not, for she was dead. When he found that she could not sit up any more, he vowed to follow the crows and eat them and eat them all the rest of his life and from that day to this he has been hunting them, and they are always at war.—C. F. Lum mis, in September St. Nicholas. Fight With a "Big Kittle." The cougar secures its prey by creep ing stealthily behind it until near enough to spring upon and bear it down. It will attack a man in the daytime if it can approach him unseen and is hungry. In an article contrib uted to "The Big Game of North America," Mr. W. A. Perry describes fight between a Swedish sailor and a cougar, which took place near the house of the writer's father. The sailor, Joseph Jorgenson, ran away from a British man-of-war, an chored in a harbour of British Colum bia, and made his way to Washing ton, where he took up a quarter sec tion of government land. One morn ing he began clearing a spot whereon to build a house. He was rigorously wielding a spade when suddenly his arm was aeued by a cougar's jaws. Joe was very strong, .and-by a kick in the stomach fo«i?*d the beast to fall to'theigrotuwl^ Thecottgar^ig£rang at thematf's throat. With his left arm Joe warded ofl its jaws, while with hii right he dealt it a blow in ths ribs thfif againfelleditto '"IT"a and heavy boots Joe beat ana kicked the animal until it released his hand. Retreating a short distance, it sprang on his breast and knocked him against a tree. Again he cuffed and kicked it until it let go and retreated. Joe then happened to see the spade he had been using lying at his feet. He snatched it, and warded off the cougar's spring by a timely thrust. The brute fell at the man's feet, but instantly rose and seized him by the thigh. Concentrating his strength, Joe drove the eharp blade of the spade in to the beast's head, and it fell dead at his feet. Bitten and scratched, the blood stream ing from a dozen wounds,he reel ed home. It was many weeks before he recovered, and when ne grew strong he had lost all desire for farming. He shipped on an American coaster as a sailor, saying that he had IQSS fear of the sharks than of the "Big Kitties." What to Do With a bad Temper. Starve it. Give it nothing to feed on. When something tempts you to grow angry, do not yield to the temptation. It may for a minute or two be difficult to control yourself but try it. Force yourself to do nothing, to say nothing, and the rising temper will be obliged to go down because it has nothing to hold it up. The person who can and does control tongue, hand, heart in the face of great provocation, is a hero. The world may not own him or her as such: but God does. The Bible says that he that ruleth his spirit is better than he that taketh a city. What is gained by yielding to temper? For a moment there" is a feeling of relief but soon comes a sense of sorrow and shame, with a wish that the temper had been con trolled. Friends are separated by a bad temper, trouble is caused by it, and pain is given to others as well as to self. That pain too often lasts for days, even years—sometimes for life. An outburst of temper is like the bursting of a staam boiler it is im possible to tell beforehand what will be the result. The evil done may never be remedied. Starve your temper. It is not worth keeping alive. Let it die.—Exchange. Trusted His Opponent. The person who is truly honest him self is not liable to suspect others of dishonesty. Two neighboring farmers had a dis pute respecting the right to a certain meadow, and they would not com promise the matter. An action of law was accordingly brought to de termine it. On the day appointed for the trial, one of the farmers having dressed him self in his Sunday clothes, called upon his opponent to accompany him to court. Finding his neighbor at work on the ground, he said to him— "Is it possible you have forgotten that our cause is to be decided, to day!" "No," said the other, "I have not forgotton it but I cannot well sDare time to go. I knew you would be there, and I am sure you are an hon est man, and will say nothing but the truth. You will state the case fairly, and justice will be done. And so it proved for the farmer who went to the judge stated his neighbor's case so clearly that the cause was decided against himself and he returned to inform his oppo nent that he had gained the property. Certainly, a better example of the beauty and profit of honesty could not be presented. Started by Stephen Glrard. A characteristic story of Stephen Girard was that he induced a boy to work for him till he was 21 years old by promising to give him a good start in life afterward. When the time came the young man applied for the promis ed reward. The eccentric old merchant looked at him for a moment, and then said, gruffly. "Go and learn a trade." Considerably cast down—he had ex pected a very different i£art—the young man turned away, but after some reflection, knowing something of the other's peculiarities, he decided to do as he had bidden and learned the cooper's trade. en he had mastered it, a year or so later, he presented himself again, and the old man gave him an order for two barrels. He made them and delivered them, and Mr. Girard ex amined and praised them. "Now,"he said, "you have a capital that you cannot lose, for you can al ways fall back on your trade if you meet with adversity," and then head vanced his protege a considerable cap* ital with which to start in business. An Author's Pot Pourrl. "Author's pot pourri" is a game which is becoming more and more popular. A large number of leaves are to be made of tissue paper of the pale-green shades or, if preferred of a perfect rainbow of colors. After be ing carefully shaped like a leaf, they are folded down the center and crink led over a knitting needle one side is then folded over, and a small card shaped paper, with a desirable quota tion written on it, is gummed to the end. Very light weight paper is the best for the latter purpose. When the company is ready for serving, the dish holding the leaves is passed and each guest selects one, and upon reading the quotation gives the name of the author. If he does this correctly the leaf is his. If he fails the leaf is returned, and at the next passing of the dish an other is selected. Some will soon collect a large bouquet of leaves, and the one having the largest number a pretty prize is given. ',? Beoause Ha Was Fair, "I like to play with Neddie Myers, mamma, because he is fair. He neve* tries to cheat playing marbles, like the other boys do," said Charlie Keech to his mother. "Then I hope you imitate his good example," responded she. -V "I do, mamma. I shouldn't liks to not plajr fair, when he is, so fair him s^f," said Chjturlie earnestly. ,. Boys mfejr seta good example ilk play as well as in work. And a boy who is upright and honest in jilay, even ifneaoeenot oome. off victm* so often, will find thatjAtlke LI KB FATHER, LI KB SON* 0*romlmo*a ProaaUl«c Six- Ta*r QM AfHhi tmon There is at present living in Dun* can, Ariz., in a state of semi-clVlllza* tion, a young Apaohe ltd who prom* isea to make trouble some day, says the San Francisco Examiner. He is no other than the son of Geronimo, the wiliest chief that ever led an Apache raid. The Indians on the reservation are aware of his where* abouta, but have made no attempt tO claim him. On the contrary they open* ly assert: "Let him stay with the white men and learn their cunning then, whoil be is old enough, he will come back io us and be our chief." The boy is about 6 years old, bright as a dollar and as ugly as Satan. Hs is altogether uncontrollable, and the most vicious child when angered that ever lived. He is a queer-looking chap, with a head as large as a man's, Immense ears, almost like an animal's, a perfect counterpart of old Geronimo's, while his body and limbs are spare, but muscled like steeL About two years ago when he was only 4 years of age, a little girl of the family which had adopted him teased him by oalliug him names. He seized a butcher knife and frightfully wound" ed her, so that for a long time it was doubtful if she would live. She re covered, but her face is greatly dis figured by the knife wounds which tho little wretch made. He was whipped unmercifully for this, but he bore tho punishment without a murmur. About six months ago he got hold of some giant powder and blew up a sta ble in which were some valuable horses, and after the explosion was seen laughing, like the little fiend he is, at the sufferings of the poor brutes. He chews tobacco like a man. smokes cigarettes like a Kearney street dude and swears like a pirate. He is a per fect terror to the children of his own age, and it will be a miracle if he doesn't become a murderer before he is a dozen years old. To the cowboys he is a source of endless amusement, and they are fast educating him in every form of de pravity. A favorite sport of theirs is to get him in the saloon on Sunday, make him drunk on mixed drinks and then tease him into a state of frenzy. He is a regular little toper, and will drink like a fish, and when drunk is about as ugly a little devil as you can scare up. He will curse the cowboys and fight like the little savage that he is. His Indian nature crops out in this, though, for he lights in a peculiarly sneaking Apache way. He will snarl at his tormentors and apparently for get all about it until he thinks his enemy is off his guard, when he will seize a beer glass or any thing else that comes handy, and hurl It with all his puny strength at the man who has angered him. "Doubtful"—that's the name ho goes by—is the curiosity of Duncan. He was captured when ho was about 9 months old. It was during the last raid of Geronimo,. in which Grant county, New Mexico, and Graham county, Arizona, suffered so severelv that* goaded with desperation, the ranchers got together, determined to see if they couldn't rid themselves of the Indian pest, which Uncle Sam's boys seemed unable to da One night the Indians crossed the Gila just below Duncan, and rounding up what stock they could, headed for Carlisle. The news was telegraphed to Clifton, and some of the boys from Copper Camp there came down on an engine. The cowboys got together and se cured mounts for about forty, and started for Carlisle. All that night they beat about in the Mayflower dis trict They cut the trail of the Apaches, but not before they had killed two miners, and followed them rapid ly. The Apaches doubled and divided into two parties, one crossing above and the other below Duncan and unit ing In the hills west of the Gila. The cowboys kept on and struck their trail at Horseshoe Canyon, and after a three days' and three nights' ride came up with them just about dusk io Doubt ful Canyon, near Stein's Peak. The fight was a hot one while it lasted. After it was all over Little Doubtful was found hiding like a young quail under a bush and taken back'to Dun can, where he is growing up to give Uncle Sam's troops some valuable ex* ercise in the future. Alwnt Dyes. Contrary to the commonly received opinion in regard to the permanency of alizarine dyes, now so much used, a writer in one of the technical papers shows, as the result of special experl ments, that they by no means stand the weather test satisfactorily. Of the various colors, blue he finds fades the most, while red and orange stand the best and brown and yellow come close together as to staying qualities. Two shades of alizarine orange^ one a little fuller than the other, were tested, and, mordanted with alum and tactar, the sample^ after an exposure to the weather test for five days, showed no perceptible change after ten days the color seemed a little fuller, though the r\i. ohange ls: so slight as :t6/Se One Pure Baking Powder. Like Telling a Secret. A story is told and it is a true story that over seventy per cent, of all the baking powders sold contain either alum or ammonia, and many of these powders contain both. The ill effects upon the system of food raised by alum or ammo nia powders are the more dangerous because of their insidious character. It would be less dangerous for the people were it fatal at once, for then such 'food would be avoided, but their baneful action because imperceptible at first and slow in itfc advances, is no less certain, 4 Dr. Price's Cream Baking Powder is declared by all authorities as free from alum, ammonia or any other adul^ ,.. t*r*nt Ita purity haa nfver been questioned, and while :ji»rdly' recognizable, but these same dyes on a ohrome and tartar mordant showed, after ten days' exposure, a darker color with less bloom. Alizarine blue, in light shades, after -ten days' exposure, looked like a dirty gray in full shades, as navy blue, the body of color seemed to stay, the sample loosing its bloom, however. In gatlelne the light shades changed considerably, though not BO much as the blue, fthile in dark shades the change was less pronounced. In alizarine gray the light shades changed considerably, but dark shades only a little. In all these colors the mor dant was bichromate of potash and half refined tartar, except in the case of the orange^ when alum was em ployed.—N. Y. Sun. Wifm* FOR NOTHINO. Should the Boos* Mother Make lb* chine of Herself. Self-sacrifice comes natural to wo men says Harper's Bazar- Much of it is born in them, and what is not is ground into them from their childhood by education. For the sake of her home duties a girl gives up amuse ments and privileges which her broth er would never be expected to loresro for the like reason. As she grows old er, this spirit grows, encouraged by all tradition and outside influence. Often its power masters her altogether, and her life becomes one long'devotion to endless labor and acceptance of un pleasant things, that the pleasant part of living may be kept sacred for the rest of the family. The purely useless side of this entire self-abnegation must sometimes strike the beholder. Such effacing of in dividuality is not uncommon. And it gives as little real benefit to the family as it does to the individual. Putting aside the moral effect on the younger members of a family brought up to regard their mother as a machine run for the family service, does the woman who so gives herself for the well-being of her family really accomplishes all she desires? If, she works without pause or slackening day In and day out, does she always feel satisfied, with admiring on-lookers, that it is the noblest way to so spend her health and energies? If she re nounces all recreation and higher life for herself, and gives up all commun ion of mind and spirit with her hus band and children, is the reward ade quate that is paid to them in a better kept house, a more bountifully sup plied larder, or handsomer clothes? If over-fatigue causes her to become petulant or complaining, is not the atmosphere of home more greatly in jured than the added cleaning and cooking can repair? If she is too worn out to give sympathy and help to the children's joys and sorrows, what do the finer clothes and funiture obtained avail? And if, as it sometimes hap pens, outraged nature gives way, and others must step into the breach, do their own work and the played-out woman's as well, and take care of her into the bargain, what has she gained by her efforts that she has not lost by the break-down. A life laid down in a worthy cause is not lost but gained but is this cause worthy Sir Walter Raleigh. Sir Walter Raleigh, while yet a young man, fought for years on the side of the Huguenots in the French civil wars, and afterward in the war in Ireland. On his return from Ireland, it is said that he won the queen's favor by throwing his new plush cloak into a muddy place in the roac. for her to walk on. He fitted out ships and fought against the Great Armada, or fleet, of Spain, when that country tried to conquer England. He was a great statesman, a great soldier, a great seaman, and an excellent poet and historian. He is said to have first planted the potato in Ireland. King James kept him in prison in the tower for more than twelve years, and then released him. In 1618. the same king had this great man put to death to please the King of Spain. When Raleigh was about to be beheaded, he felt of the edge of the axe, and said, "It is a sharp medicine to cure me of all my diseases." Big Chance ror Damages. Farmer's wife—"Why in the world do you buy such a lot of old broken down cows?" Farmer—"Them city folks nex' door is gettin' up an archery club."—Judge. IN LIFE'S KALEIDOSCOPE. An Indiana man bet his whiskers and lost, but he paid his bet, going right off to the barber's and having his beard re moved. There is a man in Winsted. Conn., who belongs to twenty-four secret societies, four volunteer fire organizations, nine military companies and three churches. 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Grasping the stick so that his right hand held the: ends close to the wood, be began roll4 ing the silk with the curve of his lefP hand. Whenever he gave the umbrella a turn he kept the ribs in their origin al position, and when the roiling was. complete, he held up the umbrella, and showed that the metal tif pressed as closely to the stick as riveted in place.—New Haven Palla^fi dium. A DEAD SHOT Sright at the seat of difficulty, is accom- AV, Ushed by the sure and steady-aim ot r. Sage's Catarrh Remedy. Dont tool around with a pop-gun, nor a "Flint-lock," when this reliable "Win* Chester is within reach! Dr. Sage's treatment of Catarrh in the Head is far superior to the ordinary, and when directions are reasonably well followed, results in a permanent cure. Don't longer be indifferent to the veri fied claims of this unfailing Remedy. The worst forms of Catarrh disap* pear with the use of Dr. Sage's Catarrh Remedy. Its mild, soothing, cleansing and healing properties effect a perfect and permanent cure, no matter how bad the case, or of how lone standing. Itia a remedy that succeeds where every thing else has failed. Thousands of such cases can be pointed out. That's the reason its makers back their faith in it with money. They offer $500 reward for a case of Catarrh which they can not cure. is Lenox. I*JMlarlal dUtrlaU tkalrvlrti 20 AX it Vi vt war il 4 RUVKL .DUMSKI, an Austrian, aged 41 years, was among the steerage passengers who arrived at New York by the steamer Spaarn Dam. On being examined at the barge office it was found that he had in his pos8es!ion $10,000. The average amount of money possessed by steerage passengers is" between $3 and $10. 1 It's a medicine that allows them take such a risk. Doesn't common sense lead you take such a medicine? 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