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DR. TALMAGE’S SERMOsfo;
The Eminent Divine's Sunday
Discourse.
■ “Writing In Duet” the SutUeet—A Denim-
elution of Hypocrisy—The Injustice of
Condemning In Woman Sins That Are
Overlooked In Man.
Text: “Jesus stooped dotrn »nd with
His Augers wrote on the ground.’’—John
mi., e.
You must take your shoes* off and put
on the especial slippers provided at the
door if you would enter the Mohammedan
mosnue, which stands now where once
stood Herod’s temple, the sooneof my text.
Solomon’s temple had stood there, but
Nebuchadnezzar had thundered it down.
Zerubbabel’s temple had stood there, but
had been prostrated. Now we take ohr
E laces In a tern pie that Herod built, because
e was fond of groat architecture, and he
wanted the preceding temples to seem in-
significant. Tut eight or ten modern ca
thedrals together, und they would not
equal that structure. It covered nineteen
acres. There were marble pillars support
ing roofs of cedar, and silver tables, on
which stood golden cups, and there were
carvings exquisite, and inscriptions re
splendent, glittering balustrades and orna
mented gateways.
•In that stupendous pile of pomp and
magnificence sat Christ, and a listening
throng stood nbout Him when a wild dis
turbance took place. A group of men are
pulling ami pushing along a woman who
had committed a crime against society.
When they have brought her in front of
Christ, they ask that He sentence her to
death by stoning. They*are a critical,
merciless, disingenuous crowd. They want
to get Christ Into controversy and public
reprehension. If Ho say “Lot her die,”
they will charge Him with cruelty. If He
let hergothey will charge Him with being
in complicity with wickedness. Which
ever way He does, they would howl at Him.
Then occurs a scene which hap not been
sufficiently regarded, He leaves the
loungo or bench on which He was sitting,
and goes down on one knee, or both knees,
and with the forefinger of His right hand
He begins to write in the dust of the floor,
word after word. But they were not to be
diverted or hindered. They kept on de
manding that He settle this case of trans
gression, until He looked up and told them
they might themselves begin the woinau’s
assassination, if the complainant who hud
never done uuythlng wrong himself would
open the fire, “flo ahead, but be sure that
the man who flings the first missile is im
maculate.'’ Then He resumed writing
with His finger nail In the dust of the floor,
word after word. Instead of looking over
His shoulder to see what He had written,
the scoundrels skulked away. Finally, the
whole place is clear of pursuers, antag
onists and plaintiffs, and when Christ has
finished this strange ohtrography in the
dust He looks up and finds the woman all
alone.
The prisoner is the only ono of the court
room left, the judges, the police, the prose
outing attorney having cleared out. Christ
is victor, and He says to the woman:
“Where are the persecutors in this case?
are they all gone? Then I discharge you:
go aud sin no more.” I have wondered
what Christ wrote on the ground. For do
you realize that this is the only time that
He ever wrote at all? I know that Eusebius
says that Christ once wrote a letter to
Abgarus, the King of Edessa, but there is
no good evidence of such a correspond
ence. The wisest Doing the world ever
saw, and the One who had moro to sny
than anyone whoever lived, never writing
n book or a chapter or a paragraph or a
word on parchment. Nothing but tho lit
erature of the dust, and one sweep of a
brush or one breuth of a wind obliterated
It forever.
Amoug all the rolls of the volumes of the
first library founded ut Thebes there was
not one scroll of Christ. Among the books
of the Alexandrian Library, which, by tho
infamous decree of Caliph Omar, were used
us fuel to heat the baths of the olty, not
ode sentence hud Christ pennod. Among
an the infinitude of volumes now standing
In the libraries of Edinburgh, the British
Museum, or Berlin, or Vienna, or the
learned repositories of all nations, not one
word written directly by tho ttngof of
Christ. All that He ever wroto He wrote
in <lg£t, uncertain, shifting dust.
My text says Ho stooped down and wrote
-on the ground. Htundlng straight up a
man might write ou the ground with astaljf,
but If with His fingers He would write In
the dust He must bend clear ovqr. Aye, He
must get at least on one knee, or He can
not write on the ground. Be not surprised
that He stooped down, His whole life was a
stooping down, Stooping down from castlo
to bam. Stooping down from celestial
homage to monocratio jeer. From resi
dence above tho stars to where a star had
to * fall to designate His landing-place.
From Heaven’s front door to the world’s
back. gate. From writing In round and
silvered letters of constellation und galaxy
on the blue scroll of Heaven to writing on
the ground in the dust which the feet In
the crowd had left In Herod’s temple.
Christ came down from the highest
Heaven to the broiling of fish for His own
breakfast, on tho banks of the lake. From
emblazoned chariots of eternity to tho
saddle of a mule’s back. From tho hom-
ago cherubic, seraphic, archangollc, to the
paying of sixty-two and a half cents of tax
to Cmsar. From the deathless country to
a tomb built to hide human dissolution.
The uplifted wave of Galilee was high, but
He had to come down before, with His feet,
Ho could touch it, and the whirlwind that
arose above the billow was higher yet, but
He had to come down before with His lip
He could kiss it into quiet. Bethlehem a
stooping down. Nazareth a stooping down.
Death between two burglars a stooping
down. Yes, it was in consonance with
humiliations that wont before uni self-
abnegations that came after, when on that
memorable day in Herod’s temple He
stooped down aud wrote on tho ground.
Whether the words He was writing were
In Greek or Latin or Hebrew, I cannot say,
for He knew all those languages. But He
is still stooping down, and with His finger
writing on the ground; in the winter in
letters of crystals, lu tho spring in letters
•of flowers, in summer in golden letters ol
harvest, in autumn in letters of fire or fall
en leaves. How it would sweeten up and
•enrich and emblazon this world, could wo
see Christ’s caligraphy all over it. This
world was not fiung out into spaoo thou
sands of years ago, aud thou left to look out
for itself. It is still under tho Divine care.
CLrist never for a half second takes His
hand off of it. or it would soon be a ship
wrecked world, a defunct world, an obso
lete world, an abandoned world, a dead
world. “Let there bo light,” was said at
the beginning. And Christ stands under
tho wintry skies and says, let there be snow
flakes to enrich the earth; and under the
clouds of spring ami says, come ye blos
soms and make redolent the orchards; and
in September, dips the branches in the vat
of beautiful colors, and swings them Into
tho hazy air. No whim of mine is this.
“Without Him was not anything made that
was made.” Christ writing on the ground.
If you could seo Ills hand in all the pass
ing seasons, how it would illumine the
world! All verdure and foliage would be
allegoric, and again we would hour Him
say, as of old, “Consider tho lilies of the
field, how they grow;’’ and we would not
hear the whistlo of a quail or the cawing of
a raven or the roundelay of a brown-
thresher, without saying, “Behold the fowls
of the air, they gather not in barns, yet
your Heavenly Father feedeth them;” and
a Dominie hen of tho barnyard could not
cluck for her brood, but wo would hear
Christ saying, as of old, “How often would
I have gathered thy cblldreu together, even
as a hen gathereth her chickens under her
wings;” and through the rodolGnt hedges
we would hear Christ saying, “I am the
rose of Hhnron;” we could not dip the sea
soning from tha salt-cellar without think-
ol the divine suggestion, “Ye are the
it of the earth, but If the salt hath lost
Its savor, It is fit for nothing but to.be cost
out and trodden under foot of mau.”
But when Christ stooped down and
wrote on the ground, what did He write?
The Pharisees did not stop to examine.
The cowards, whipped of their own con
sciences, fled pell mell. Nothing will flay
a man like an aroused conscience. Dr.
Stevens, In his ^History of Methodism,”
says that when the Bov. Benjamin Abbott*
of olden times, was preaching, he ex-
clalmed: “For aught I know there may
be a murderer in this house,” and a man
rose from the assemblage and stnrted for
the door and bawled alqud, confessing to
a murder he had committed fifteen years
before. And no wonder thoso Pharisees,
reminded of their sins, took to their heels.
Bat what did Christ write on tho ground?
Tho Bible does not state. Yet ns Christ
never wrote anything except that once
you cannot blame us for wanting to know
what He really did write. But I am cer
tain He wrote nothing trivial or nothing
unimportant. And will you allow me to
say that I think I know what Ho wrote on
the ground? I judge from the circum
stances. He might have written other
things, but kneeling there in the Temple,
surrounded by a pack of hypocrites who
were a self-appointed constabulary, and
having In Its presence a persecuted woman,
who evidently was very penitent for her
sins, I am sure He wrote two words, both
of thorn graphic and tremendous and re
verberating. And the one word was
“hypocrisy” and the other word was “for
giveness.”
Yes, I think that ono word written on
the ground that dav .by tho finger of
Christ was tho awful word hypocrisy.
What pretensions to sanctity are the part
of those hypocritical Pharisoosl When the
fox begins to pray look out for your chick
ens. One of tho cruel magnates of olden
times was going to excommunicate one L
of the martyrs, apd he began in the usuatxy.
EUROPE**! DAILY - BhCAD?
form—“In the name of GtA^Amen.'
“Stopl” soys tho mnrtyr, “tlon’^^^jn the
nun’ o of God! 1 ” Yet how in ft ruffes
are praotlcod under the garb o”ell*lon
and sanctity! When In synods nnd con
ferences, ministers of tho Gospel are abont
to say something unbrothurly and un
kind about a mttmber, they almost alwuys
begin by being ostentatiously pious, the
venom ol tlielr assault corresponding to
the heavenly lluvor of the proludo. About
to devour n reputntion they sny grace
before meat.
But I am suro there wns another word
In thut dust. From her entire manner I
am sure that arralgnod woman was ro-
f iontant. She made no apology, and Christ
u nowise belittled her sin. But her sup
plicatory behavior and her tours moved
Him, and whoa He stooped down to write
on the grouud Hu wrote that mighty, that
lmperlul word, forgiveness.
When on Blunt God wroto the law, He
wrote It with linger of lightning on tables
of stone, each word out as by a chisel Into
the hunt granite surface. But when He
writes tho olfeuce of this woman Be writes
It In dust so that It aan bo easl’y rubbed
out, and when she ropents of It—oh, He
wns a merciful Chrlstl I was rending of a
legend thut Is told In the fnr East about
Him. Ho was walking through the streets
of a olty and He suw n crowd around u dead
dog. Aud oue man sntd: “What a loath
some object Is that dogl” "Yes,” said an
other, “Ills ears arc mauled and bleeding.’’
"Yen,” said another, “ovon his hide would
not be of apy use to the tanner.” “Yes,”
said another, “the odor of his ourcass Is
dreadful." Then Christ, Btnndlug theta,
said: “But pearls cannot equal the white
ness of his tooth.” Then the people, moved
by the idea that anyone could find any
thing ploasunt concerning tho dead dog,
said: “Why, this must be Jesus ol Naza-
rethl" Boproved aud convicted, they went
away.
But while I speak of Christ of the text,
His stooping down writing In the dust, do
not think I underrate the literature of the
dust. It Is tho most tremendous of all
llteraturu. It Is the grandest of all libra
ries. When Bayard exhumed Nineveh he
was only opening the door of Its mighty
dust. The excavations of Fbmpell have
only boon tho unolasplng of the lids of n
nation's dust.
Oh! this mighty literature of tho dnst:
Whore aro the remains of Sennacherib and
Attlln and Epamlnondaa nnd Tamerlane
nnd Trajan and Philip o( Hncedon and
Julius Csesiir? - Dustl Where an the
guests who danced the doors of the Alham
bra or tho Persian palaces of Ahaauerus?
Dost! Whore are the mnslolan* who
played, or the orators who wpoke, and toe
sculptors who ohlsled, and Iho architects
who built, In nil tho centuries exoept on*
own? Dustl Where are tho most of the
books that onoe ontranoed the-worid?
Dustl Pliny wrote twenty books of his
tory: all lost. The most of Menander's
writings lost. Of one hundred and thirty
comedies of Plautus, nil gone but twenty,
Eurlpldos wroM a hundred dramas, all
gone but ntnetfln. Eschylus wrote a hun
dred dramas, nil gonn but sovon. Quin
tilian wroto Ills favorite book on the cor
ruption of eloquonce, till lost. Thirty
books of Tacitus lost. Dion Cassius wrote
eighty hooks, only twenty rotnaln. Bero-
slus's history all lost. Where there Is one
living hook there are a thousand dead
books.
Ohl this mighty literature of the dust. It
Is not so wonderful, uftor all, that Christ
ch090, Instead of an Inkstand, the Impres
sionable sand on tho door of an anolont
temple, nnd, Instead of u hard pen, put
forth His foreflnger, with the snme kind of
nerve aud muscle and hone and desh as
that whloh makes up our own forefinger,
and wrote tho awful doom of hypocrisy,
and full aud complete torglvoiuna for re
pentant sinners, even the worst. We talk
about tho ocean of Christ's meruy. Put
four ships upon that ocean and h;t them
sail out In opposite directions for a thou
sand years, nnd seo If they can dnd the
shore of the ocean,of the divine mercy. Let
them sail to the north and .the south and
the east and the west, nnd then after tho
thousand years of vogngo lot them come
back and they will report “No shore, no
shore to the ocean of God's mercyl"
And now I eau believe that which I read,
how that a mother kept burning n caudle
in tho window every night for ten years,
and ono night, very late, a poor waif on tho
street entered. The aged wotnun said to
her, “Sit down by tho lire,” and tho stranger
said, “Why do you keep that light In the
window?” The aged woman said, “That Is
to light my wayward daughter when sho
ruturns. Since sho went uway, ten years
ago, my hair has turned white. Folks
blame me for worrying about her, but you
sue I am her mother, and sometimes, half a
dozen times a night, I open the door and
look out into tho'darkness and cry, 'Liz
zie! 'Lizzie!' But I must not tell you any
more about my trouble, for I guess, from
the way you cry, you have trouble enough
of your own. Why, how cold and stok you
seeml Oh, myl can it be? Yes, you aro
Lizzie, my own lost child! Thunk God that
you aro home again!” And what a time ol
rejoicing there was In that house that
night. And Christ again stooped down,
and In the ashes of that hearth, now lighted
up, not more by tho great biazlng logs than
bythojoyofu reunited household, wrote
tho same liberating words that had been
written more than eighteen hundred years
ago lnthe dust of the Jerusalem temple.
Forgiveness! A word broad enough and
high enough te let pass through It all the
armies of Heaven, a million abreast, on
white horses,.nostril to nostril, Hank to
flank.
Belief Needed In Spain.
Countess de Casa Valencia, wife of the
former Spanish Ambassador to Great
Britain, appeals through tho London papers
for contributions to her fund for the Spanish
sick and wounded. She says: "There ore
many thousands lying in t hospitals at San
Sebastian, Las Palmas, Santiago de Cuba
nndHuuntanamo without bandagos or lint
or even beds to sleep upon, owing to Inade
quate funds. And there are many widows
and orphnns who nre In most urgent need
of relief.”
What War With Spate Meant to the Teas
pie of Many Co an tries.
The lesson of their dependence
upon the United States (or bread has
recently been impressed upon the
people of Europe. It iB made the
subject of a letter to the Department
of StaUs by Consul-General Du Bois at
St, Gail.
“Until to-day,” Mr. Dn Boia
writes, “the natives little comprehend
ed how much they depended on Amer
ica for their daily bread, and tho ex
perience of the past thirty days lina
opened wide their eyes to the signifi
cant truth that in America is looated
their reliable and faithful source oi
supplies. This revelation is now
teaching the masses every morning,
noon and night how essential America
is to the welfare and happiness of
Europe; for where and when brend is
high aad wages low thore can ho but
little hope and oomfort.
"This does not depend so much
upon the amount of breadBtuffs Amer
ica sends regularly to Europe ns it
does upon the fact that nearly always
in years of groat crop failures, the
United States has usually held the
balanoe of power so far as broadstud
resources were concerued, and in each
instance oni position and supply have
determined tho oost of the European
loaf of bread, which means the corn-
forty and weal of the masses; for in
“ po bread and potatoes furnish
i ninety per cent, of the nourish
ment of the laboring class, ,
“The people of Switzerland are
great bread edtera, but not much of
their bread is made from United
State* flour. Seventy per' cent, of the
wheat consumed ip Switzerland comes
from Busaia. Out of a total of 7,767,,
043 hundredweights imported into
Switzerland mat year, Russia sent 4,-
805,040 hundredweights ana the
United Stptes only 628,340 hundred
weights. Bnt notwithstanding this
fact, the ohief topic of conversation
novus: What is the supply of Ameri-
osnwheat? What will be the effeot
of the war ou the price of it? And,
most important of all, what will be
the, oost of a loaf of bread made ont
olft?
“Within two daya European shiest
rose from $5,40 to $5.88 a centner
(110 pounds), And American wheat
rose from $5.0\ to $5.68 per centner.
In a very short time the oomnjon
bread (half white flour), largely
used hy the masses, rose from four
oents to five and one-half cents per
pound. When the honest laborer gets
forty oents a day and he finds his loaf
of bread suddenly increase in price
about twenty-five per cent, he stops
to think how it has happened; and
when he learns that it in, because Eu
rope cannot get American wheal at the
usual price, he begins to realize what
an effective andjimportant part Amer
ica is playing in hip daily life.
“As seen above, the amvat of
wheat that the Uniffed§tatesfurnishes
to Switzerland is not largo—not one-
fifth what it should be; but, iu spite
of that foot, the war* sent the price of
bread lip twenty-five per oent. in fhe
Alpine republic, besides causing seri
ous and bloody ripts in Italy; helping
to put a state of sioge over all Spoilt
setting the masse* of Germany grumb-
Ijng, disclosing the (set (tuft 14,000,/
tjDQBusstsns are in nas£ oi bread,
awakening MUoMnds ,ond Wnrsst in
ow—ill bfoause As United States
holds, and lot ms ay decades wifi
hold, the balance of power fat b*e<g]r
stuffs SL LouisXHabe-Democuk
A most remarkable literary ooinoi
deuce is pointed out by a writer in
Literature, who sayB it would be
interesting to know if Dr. Conan
Doyle, before oreating “Sherlock
Holmes,” had read a certain anecdote
recorded .by the Jes’uit traveler Charlc
voix, who died in 1761. The story is
of a red Indian from whose wigwam a
piece of meat hafl been stolen, and
who promptly Bet ont in pursuit of the
thief. He had not proceeded far be
fore he met with some persons, of
whom he inquired whether they had
seen a little old white maii with a short
gtfti, accompanied by a small dog with
a short tail. Asked how he could thus
minutely describe a man whom he had
never seen, the Indian answered:
“The thief I know is a little man
by his having made a pile of stones to
Btand upon in order to reach the veni-
son; that he is an old man I know by
bis short steps, which I have traced
over the leaves in tho woods; nnd that
he is a white man I know by bis turn
ing out his toes when ho walks, which
an Indian never does. His gun I
know to be short by the mark the
mnzzle made in rubbing the bark off
the tree on frltioh it leaned; that his
dog is small I know by his tracks;and
that ho has a short tail I discovered
by tho mark it made in the dust where
he was sitting at the timo his master
wat taking down the rheat.”
1 This certainly is so much like the
ratiocination of Sherlock Holmes that
It almost reads like a parody of it.—
Philadelphia Press.
The Death of a Featherweight Giant:
Sad and regretful talk reigns in £he
neighborhood of Seventeenth street
and Ashland avenne over the death of
Joseph Blacisvewski, who was known
as the “King of Poles” in that dis
trict. He was a giant,but at the time ol
his death his weight was only 125
ponnds. As he Jny in his casket ol
soft pine boards he measured syven
feet eight inches. His death
mourned not Only by his widow and
8hild, but by neighbors for many
blocks around. He was very wealthy
at one time, and the loss of his money
helped to hasten his death.—Chicago
Chronicle.
Snag In Sunday-Schools.
We have some pretty poor stuff in
our American Sunday-school books,
but they seem to be even worse off in
England. Nothing quite equal to the
following has attracted our notice.
The lines from the chorus of a song
quoted by an English exchange from a
children's journal:
Yos, yes, yes, oh yes;
Jesus tllotl for little ones like mo.
Yon say how do I know It?
John fl: 1 tl*xv111 show It.
That hi* word "whosoever" just moans
me.
—Baptist Standard.
A Profitable Production.
Lnoindy (rending daily papor)-"The
Vesuvius npproached witliiu 600 ynrds
of Morro enstle and / let go several
shells loaded with 500 pottuds of gun
cotton.”
Farmer Hoocake—‘'YVa’al I swan,
thet’s a new kind uv cotton on me,
Lnoindy, but it’s bound to soli woll
durin’ this bore war. I boliovo I’ll
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“Excuse me, sir; I have to report
that the ship has been blown up and
is sinking.”—Bill Anthony, of the
Maine.
“Suspended judgment.” —Captain
Sigsbee’s first messago to Washington.
“We will make Spanish the court
language of hades.”—Fighting Bob
Evans when wnr was deolared.
Remember the MaintJ.”—Commo
dore Schley’s signal to the flying
squadron.
“Don’t hamper me with instructions;
I ant not afraid of the entire Spanish
fleet with my ship."—Captain Clark,
of tho Oregon, to the board of strat
egy-
“You can fire when yon are roady,
Gridloy."—Commodore Dewey at Ma
nila.
“To hell with breakfast; lot’s finish
om now.”—'A yankee gunner to Com
modore Dewey.
“The battle of Manila killed me,hut
I would do it again.”—Cnptain Grid-
ley, of the Olympia, on his deathbed.
“I’ve got them now, and they will
never get borne."—Commodore Schley,
on guard at Santiago harbor.
“There must be no moro recalls;
iron will break at last."—Lieutenaut
Hobson to Admiral SampRon.
"Don’t mind mo, boys; go on fight
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the Rough Riders.
"Don’t swear, boys; shoot.”—Colo'
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“Take that for the Maine.”—Cap-
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tho Spnniah torpedo boat Terror.
"Slmftor is fighting, not writing.”
—Adjutant Oeueral Corbin to Secre
tary Algor, when the latter asked for
nows from tho front.
"War is not a picnic.’’—Sergeant
Hamilton Fish, of the Rough Riders,
to his mother.
“Who would not gnmblo for a new
star in the flag?” —Captain Bnokey
O'Neill, of tho Rough Riders.
"Dou't cheer, boys; the poor devils
nro dying."—Captain Fhilip, of the
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It will pi earns you. Try it
Mrs. Winslow’s Hoothlng Syrup fo» children
toothing,softens the guma, reducon inflamma
tion,allays pnln,euros wind colic. &>o. a bottle.
Kdnente Your Ho wets With Caecarete.
Candy Cathartic, euro constipation forever.
10c, <5o. If G. G. G. fail, druggists refund inonoy.
TUG EXCELLENCE OF SY1UP OF FIGS
is due not ouly to the originality and
simplicity of tho combination, but also
to the care and skill with which it is
manufactured by scientific processes
known to tho California Fio Syrup
Co. ouly, and wo wish to impress upon
all the importance of purchasing the
true aud original remedy. As tho
genuine Syrup of B’lgs is manufactured
by the California Fio Byaup Co.
only, a knowledge of that fact will
assist one In avoiding the worthless
imitations manufactured by other par
ties. Tho high standing of the Cali
fornia Fio Syrup Co. with tho medi
cal profession, and the satisfaction
which the genuine Syrup of B’lgs has
given to millions of families, makes
the name of the Company a guaranty
of the excellence of its remedy. It is
far in advance of all other laxatives,
as It acts on the kidneys, liver and
bowels without irritating or weaken
ing them, and it does not gripe nor
nauseate. In ordortoget its beneficial
effects, please remember the name of
the Company —
CALIFORNIA FIG SYRUP CO.
SAN FRANCISCO, CnL
/iOUISVILLE. Itr. NEW YORK. N. Y.
A BCGGY THAT COSTS $1
TO $3- *
Mom than 'ho ch**p, truky hlttl Is worth fall It oooto tad
moro too. Tlioi Unis amotiat pays tho oatra coot of too4
wheals, fowl as Us, goad paint, goad Isathcr, So. "BOCK
BIU." Bafglrt "A Lttilo tllfhwv Id Prtoo Hal——" worth
■ora bresuss thsy BTAND UP aad haap away ftosa ths
■hop. (tea oar agont la your town or wrfto os.
ROCK HILL BUGGY CO., Rack HRI. S.C.
umucuum uuiiusior m mini- ^
Iren on request. Our Clothing cats- ■
logtte and Cluth samples Is also ntnll- 5
Bed tree. Cxprstss** paM ss all Clotklsf. ■
2 Owing loan ornrpro- CASFETR 2
B ductlon at our Ualll- Mats?(ICED. B
J more mills, wo are of-
S ferlu* many special
f this month. Our Cal
B Pet oataloguo In liana
2 painted colors 1, yona
B tor the asking, Thl:
^ month wo sow Carpets,
■ furnish wadded lining
■ ,r «v»nd par freight
S on all III Carpet pur- [*?&*,*,
b chases and ovor. Ad-FjJ.if
3j tlroealoiaotlyazbelow) w.airWg* B|
lijultasHlne»&Bonfc
S) D«,t. 001. BALTIMORE. M». ■
HEADACHE
"Both my wire sap myaeirhave beew
aalnat CASCAHETS and they are the beak
medicine we have ever had In the house. Lass
week my wlfo wae frantic with headache lor
two daya, she tried eomoof yourCASCARETS,
and they relieved the pain In her head almost
Immediately. We both recommend Caaoartla.”
Grab. STanifoBD.
Pittsburg Sat, A Deposit Ox, Pittsburg, Pa.
CANDY
| CATHARTIC ^
IMfwWWfV
TBAOIMAAH I
PlMBfnt, PalftUbls. Potent, Taste Good. Do
Good, Never Hloken, Weaken, or Gripe. lOe, 8fto.SDfc
... OUM CONSTIPATION* ...
kiHke iMMdy CsBpi.y, tkHsga, Hwlwal, Sew Tart- H9
YELLOW FEVER
PREVENTED TAKINO
“Our Native Herbs”
THE GREAT
Blood Piriflir, Kida.y aad LHnr Ragelater.
aoo DAYS’ TRIATMKMT, $ I .OO.
Containing a Regltitered Guarantee.
By mall, postage paid, HS-pnge Book and
Teetlroonlalfi, FltKK. Hold only by Agents for
TUE ALONZO 8. BUSS 00., Witfclngtos.D.O.
GIN Repairs
NN ■ um saws, ribs,
BRISTLE TWINE, BABBIT, to..
for any make of gin, '
PRESSES
And Repairs for narno. Hhaftlng, Pulleys,
Belting, Injectors, Plpoe, Valve* and Fittings.
LOMBARD IRON WORKS & SUPPLY CO.,
AUGUSTA* GA.
DROPSY
osfMM, RwihI for book of t
NEW DISCOVERY; glrra
quick raliaf and uurwR worst
- ... twMtiinnnial. and IO daya*
treatment Free. Di-g.H.OEZBH'S SOUS, Atlaata. Ga.
S T. ANDREWS
- COLD TEA
For the Liver
oureM Constipation
J In writing to adrer.
Misers, anu OS-33
EFFECTED BY Gerstle’s Female Panacea.
Qn. Bottle Cured Where Physician Felled.
. I sold your OgnaviS'. rguatc Fanacta (Q. t. P.)
th u young Indy customer whom our physician had givi"
lefs, ar&toldVIfTfc
UP AS I
younglad:
"mtLLILAND
Health Restored
I iho need
ta entirely
I was weak and in very bad
health aud unublo to do my
work. I used ono bottlo ol
CgRSVLI'J FCM*LS PaNA-
Cl* (O. r. P.) and it did
■j . JR'IHtet me more good than anything 7
n mere la any Cos* a.! ’iK- ever used. I am now In good
tlveneas,, use St. Jo- lij llH- health and can do my work,
■eph’s Uver Regula-jMHh*. Mag. 8. B. CHANDLER,
tor until the Bowels f™ oln ' A «
become regular. Get
It from your druggist,
or send ue zg cente
and we will aend you
a package, prepaid. ' I
Suffered from Change of Life.
p.Wywl/e was sick for seven yen™, suffering from the
Changeof Life. Wo tried everything we could get from
pai< * °", t • considerable sum lor treat-
mont without any good result. Wo thun begun usinff
sasa^KMStfffjafsSii-S 1 ®!
karfeii y0 iV r 1 ? ru, * l,t J 1 . 0 ** not , kee P » en< l ue $1.00 and will aend you i
bottle, ell chargee paid. L. QBR5TLE ft CO., Chattanooga, Tenn.
A -novel sort of window glass has
been invented. Persons on th» in
side of the house can see thrpn^h it,
but it is opaque to those on the tit-
side.
6°/ 0 GOLD BONDS,
Payable semi-annually at the Globe Trust Company, Chicago, III.
These bonds are a first mortgage upon the entire plant, including buildings, land and other property of an
Industrial Company located close to Chicago.
The Company has been established for many years, is well known and doing a large and increasing business.
The officers of the Company are men of high reputation, esteemed for their boneBty and business ability. They
have made so great a success of this business that the bonds of this Company are rarely ever offered for sale.
A few of these bonds came into onr hands during the hard times from parties who had purchased them several
years ago. We offer them in issues of $100.00 each for $80.00 and accrued interest.
For security and a large interest rate these Industrial Bonds are recommended as being among the best.
First-class bonds and securities of all kinds bought aud sold.
KENDALL & WHITLOCK, BANKERS AND BROKERS y
52 Exchange Place. New York.