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dr. TALMAGE TAKES MOSES’ SIS TER
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He Admires th® Befcavier of the Faithful,
Brilliant and Strato®* Miriam-Kxhoris
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Washington, Feb. B.—ln this sermon of
Dr. Talmage the character of a wise, sym
pathetic and self denying sister Is set forth
as an example, and the story will set hun
dreds of men to thinking over old times;
text, Exodus 11, 4, “And his sister stood
afar off to wit what would be done to
him.”
Princess Thermutis, daughter of Pha
raoh, looking out through the lattice of
her bathing house, on the banks of the
Nile, saw a curious boat on tho river. It
had neither oar nor helm, and they would
have been useless anyhow. There was only
one passenger and that a baby boy. But
the Mayflower, that brought the pilgrim
fathers to America, carried not so precious
a load. The boat was made of the broad
leaves of papyrus, tightened together by
bitumen. Boats were, sometimes made of
that material, ar we lekrn from Pliny and
Herodotus and Theophrastus. “Rill all
theHebtbwchildren born,*’ had been Pha
raoh’s order. To save
the mother of little Moses, had put him in
that queer boat and launched him. His
sister Miriam stood on the bank watching
that precious craft She was far enough
off Dot to draw attention to the boat, but
near enough to offer protection. There she
stands on the bank—Miriam the poetess,
Miriam tho quick witted, Miriam the
faithful, though very human, for in after
time she demonstrated it.
Miriam was a splendid sister, but had
her faults, like all the rest of us. How
carefully she watched the boat containing
her brother! A strong wind might upset
It. The buffaloes often found there might
In a sudden plunge of thirsfafnirit. gome
ravenous waterfowl might swoop and pick
his eyes out with iron beak. Some croco
dile or hippopotamus crawling through the
rushes might crunch the babe. Miriam
watched and watched until Frincess Ther
mutis, a maiden on each side of her hold
ing palm leaves over her head to shelter
her from the sun, came down and entered
her bathing house. When from the Tattlce
she saw that boat, she ordered it brought,
and when the leaves were pulled back from
tho fape of the child and the boy looked up
•he cried aloud, for he was hungry and
frightened and would not even let the
princess take him. The infant would rath
er stay hungry than acknowledge any one
of the court as mother. Now Miriam, the
sister, incognito, no one suspecting her re
lation to the child, leaps from the bank
and lushes down and offers to get a nurse
to pacify the child. Consent is given, and
she brings Joohebed, the baby’s mother,
Incognito, none of the court knowing that
she was the mother, and when Jochebed
arrived the child stopped crying, for its
fright was calmed and its hunger appeased.
You may admire Joohebed, tho mother,
and all the ages may admire Moses, but I
clap my hands in applause at the behavior
of Miriam, the faithful, brilliant and
strategic sister.
A Nonsuch In History.
“Go home,’’some one might have said
to Miriam. “Why risk yourself out there
alone on the banks of the Nile, breathing
the miasma and in danger of being attack
ed of wild beast or ruffian? Go home!’’
No. Miriam, the sister, mere lovingly
watched and bravely defended Moses, tho
brother. Is he worthy her care and cour
age? Oh, yes; the 60 centuries of the
world’s history have never had so much
involved in the arrival of any ship at any
port as in the landing of that papyrus
boat calked with bitumen I Its one pas
senger was to be a nonsuch in history—
lawyer, statesman, politician, legislator,
organizer, conqueror, deliverer. Ho had
such remarkable beauty in childhood that,
Josephus says, when he was carried along
the road people stopped to gaze at him and
workmen would leave their work to ad
mire him. When the king playfully put
his crown upon this boy, he threw it off
indignantly and put bls foot on it.
The king, fearing that this might be'a
sign that the child might yet take down
his crown, applied another test. Accord
ing totho Jewish legend, the king ordered
two bowls to be put before the child, one
containing rubies and the other burning
coals, and if he took the coals ho was to
live and if he took the rubles he was to
die. For some reason the child took one
of the coals and put it in his mouth, so
thathis life was spared, although it burned
the tongue till be was indistinct of utter
ance ever after. Having come to manhood,
he spread open the palms of hie hands in
prayer, and the Bed sea parted to let
2,500,000 people escape. And he put the
palms of his hands together in prayer, and
the Red sea closed on a strangulated host.
Burial of Moses.
His life so unutterably grand, his burial
must be on the same scale. God would let
neither man nor saint nor archangel have
anything to do with weaving for him a
shroud or digging for him a grave. The
omnipotent God left his throne in heaven
one day, and if the question was asked,
“Whither is the King of the Universe go
ing?’’ the answer was, “I am going down
to bury Moses.” And tho Lord took this
mightiest of men to the top of a hill, and
the day was clear, and Moses ran his eye
over the magnificent range of country.
Here the valley of Bsdrtrelon, where the
final battle of all nations is to be fought,
and yonder the mountains Hermon and
Lebanon and Gerlzlm and the hills of
Judaea, and the village of Bethlehem there,
and the city of Jericho yonder, and the
vast stretch of landscape that almost took
the old lawgiver’s breath away as he
looked at it. And then without a' pang,
as I learn from the statement that the eye
of Moses was undimmed and his natural
force unabated, God touched the great
lawgiver’s eyes and they closed, and his
lungs and they ceased, and hie heart and
it stopped, and commanded, saying, “To
the skies, thou immortal spirit!” And
then one divine hand was put against the
back of Moses and the other hand against
the pulseless breast, and God laid him
softly down on Mount Nebo, and then the
lawgiver, lifted in the Almighty’s arms,
was carried to the opening of a cave and
placed in a crypt, and one stroke of the
divine hand smoothed the features into an
everlasting calm, and a rock was rolled to
the door, and the only obsequies, at which
God did all the offices of priest and under
taker and gravedigger and mourner, were
ended.
Miriam the Faithful.
Ob, was not Miriam, the sister of Moses,
doing a good thing, an important thing, a
glorious thing when she watched the beat
woven of river plants and made water
tight with asphaltum, carrying its one pas
senger? Did she not put all the ages of
, time and of n coming eternity under obll
) Ration when she defended her helpless
brotheirfroni the perils aquatic, reptilian
and ravenous? She it was that brought
that wonderful babe and hie mother to
gether, so that he was reared to be the de
liverer of his, nation, when otherwise, if
saved at all from the rushes of the Nile, he
* would have been only one more of the God
» defying pharaohs; for PrincessThermutis
. of the bathing house would have inherited
the crown of Egypt, and as she bad no
child of her own this adopted child would
have come to coronation. Had there been
no Miriam there would have been no
t Moses. What a garlafld for faithful sister
hood! For bow many a lawgiver and how
i many a hero and how many a deliverer
and how many a saint are the world and
the churoh indebted to a watchful, loving,
I faithful, godly sister? Come up out of tho
i farmhouses, come up out of tho inconspic
uous homes, come up from the banks of
. the Hudson and Penobscot and the Savan
! nah and the Mobile and the Mississippi
i and all the other Niles of America, and let
i us see you, the Miriams who watched and
I protected the leaders in law and medicine
and merchandise and art and agriculture
( and mechanics and religion! If I should
ask all physicians and attorneys and mer
i chants and ministers of religion and suc
cessful men of all professions and trades
who are indebted to an elder sister for good
1 Influences and perhaps for an education or
a prosperous start to let it be known, hun
dreds would testify. God knows bow many
-of our Greek lexicons and how much of
our echooling were paid for by money that
would otherwise have gone for the replen
ishing of a sister’s wardrobe. While the
brother sailed off for a resounding sphere,
the sister watched him from the banks of
self denial.
The Elder Sister’s Guiding Hand.
Miriam was the eldest of the family;
Moses and Aaron, her brothers, were
younger. Ob, the power of the elder sis
ter to help decide the brother’s character
for usefulness and for heaven! She can
keep off from her brother more evils than
Miriam could have driven back waterfowl
or crocodile from the ark 01 bulrushes.
The older sister decides the direction in
which the cradle boat shall sail. By gen
tleness, by good sense, by Christian prin
ciple she can turn it toward the palace, not
of a wicked Pharaoh, but of a holy God/
and a brighter princess than Thermutis
should lift him out of peril, even religion,
whose ways are ways of pleasantness and
all her paths are peace. The older sister,
how much the world owes her! Born while
yet the family was in limited circum
stances, she had to hold and take care of
her younger brothers. And if there is any
thing that excites my sympathy it is a lit
tle girl lugging round a great fat child
and getting her ears boxed because she
cannot keep him quiet. By the time she
gets to young womanhood she la pale and
worn out and her attractiveness has been
sacrificed on tho altar of sisterly fidelity,
and she Is consigned to celibacy, and so
ciety calls her by an unfair name, but in
heaven they call her Miriam. In most
families the two most undesirable places
in the record of births are the first and the
last—the first because she is worn out with
the cares of a homo that cannot afford to
hire help, and the last because she is
spoiled as a pet. Among the grandest
equipages that sweep through the streets
of heaven will be those occupied by sisters
who sacrificed themselves for brothers.
They will have the finest of the Apoca
lyptic white horses, and many who on
earth looked down upon them will have
to turn out to let them pass, the charioteer
crying: “Clear the way! A queen is
coming!”
Blessing or Curse.
Let sisters not begrudge the time and
care bestowed on a brother. It is hard to
believe that any boy that you know so
well as your brother can ever turn o.ut
anything very useful. Well, he may not
be a Moses. There is only one of that kind
needed for 6,000 years. But I tell you
what your brother will be—either a bless
ing or a curse to society and a candidate
tor happiness or wretchedness. He will,
like Moses, have the choice between rubies
and living coals, and your influence will
have much to do with his decision. He
may not, like Moses, be the deliverer of a
nation, but he may, after your father and
mother are gone, be the deliverer of a
household. What thousands of homes to
day aro piloted by brothers! There are
properties now well invested and yielding
income for the support of sisters and
younger brother because the older brother
rose to tho leadership from the day the fa
ther lay down to die. Whatever you do for
your brothers will come back to you again.
If you set him an ill natured, censorious,
unaccommodating example, it will recoil
upon you from his oWn Irritated and de
spoiled nature. If you, by patience with
his infirmities and by nobility of character,
dwell with him in the few years of your
companionship, you will have your coun
sels reflected back upon you some day by
his splendor of behavior in some crisis
where he would have failed but for you.
Don’t snub him. Don't depreciate his
ability. Don’t talk discouragingly about
his future. Don’t let Miriam get down off
the bank of the Nile and wade out and
upset tho ark of bulrushes. Don’t tease
him. Brothers and sisters do not consider
it any harm to tease. That spirit abroad
in the family is one of the meanest and
meet devilish. There is a teasing that is
pleasurable and is only another form of
innocent raillery, but that which provokes
and Irritates and makes the eye flash with
anger is to be reprehended. It would be
less blameworthy to take a bunch of thorns
and draw them across your sister’s cheek
or to take a knife and draw its sharp edge
across your brother’s hand till the blood
spurts, for that would damage only the
body, but teasing is the thorn and the
knife scratching and lacerating the dispo
sition and the soul. It is the curse of in
numerable households that the brothers
tease the sisters and the sisters the broth
ers. Sometimes it is the color of the hair,
or the shape of tho features or an affair of
the heart. Sometimes it is by revealing a
secret or by a suggestive look or a guffaw
or an “Ahem!” Tease! Tease! Tease!
For mercy’s sake, quit It. Christ says,
“He that hateth his brother is a murder
er. 1 ’ Now, when you, by teasing, make
your brother or sister hate, you turn him
or her into a murderer or’murderess.
Beware of Jealousy.
Don’t let jealousy over touch a sister's
soul, as it so often does, because her broth
er gets more honor or more moans.
Even Miriam, the heroine of the text,
was struck by that evil passion of jealousy.
She had possessed unlimited influence over
Moses, and now he marries, and not only
so, but marries a black woman from Ethi
opia, and Miriam is so disgusted and out
raged at Moees, first because he had mar
ried at all, and next because be had prac
ticed miscegenation, that she is drawn into
a frenzy, and then begins to turn white
and gets white as a corpse and then whiter
than a corpse. Her complexion is like
chalk—tho fact is, she has the Egyptian
leprosy. And now the brother whom she
had defended on the Nile oomes to hey res-
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• one in a prayer that brings he restoration.
Let there be no room tn all y »ur house for
' jealously either to sit or stan l. It is a lep
rous abomination. Your brot ter’s suooes%
*• your ,llcoe “' Ita victories
’ will be your victories. For w 1 ile Moses tho
brother led the vocal music a< ser the cross
’ Ing of the Red sea, Miriam tie slater; with
twd sheets of shining brass uplifted and
’ glittering in the sun, led the instrumental
music, clapping the cymbals till the last
* frightened neigh of pursuing cavalry
horse was smothered in tho wave and the
1 Mat Egyptian helmet went under.
' How strong it makes a family when all
the sisters and brothers stand together and
what an awful wreck when they disinte
grate, quarreling about a father’s will and
making the surrogate's office horrible with
their wrangle! Better, when you were lit
tle children in the nursery, that with your#
playhouse mallets you had accidentally
killed each other fighting across your
cradle than that, having come to the age
of maturity and having in your veins and
arteries the blood of the same father and
mother, you fight each other across the pa-'
rental grave in tho cemetery.
Do Your Part.
If you only knew it, your Interests are
Identical. Os all the families of the earth
that ever stood together perhaps the most
conspicuous is the family of tho Roths
childs. As Mayer Anselm Rothschild was
about to die, in 1819, he gathered his chil
dren about him—Anselm, Solomon, Na
than, Charles and James—and made them
promise that they would always bo united
on ’change. Obeying that injunction,
they have been the mightiest commercial
power on earth, and at the raising or low
ering of their siepter nations have risen or
fallen. That illustrates how much, on a
large scale and for selfish purposes, a unit
ed family may achieve. But suppose that
instead of a magnitude of dollars as the
object it be doing good and making salu
tary impression and raising this sunken
world, how much more ennobling! Sister,
you do your part and brother will do his
part. If Miriam will lovingly watch the
boat on the Nile, Moses will help her when
leprous disasters strike.
When father and mother aro gone—and
they soon will be, if they have not already
made exit—the sisterly and fraternal bond
will be the only ligament that will hold
the family together. How many reasons
for your deep and unfaltering affection for
each other! Rocked in the same cradle;
bent over by the same motherly tender
ness; toiled for by the same father’s weary
arm and aching brow; with common in
heritance of all the family secrets and with
names given you by parents who started
you with the highest hbpes for your hap
piness and prosperity, I charge you be lov
ing and kind and forgiving. If the sister
see that the brother never wants a sympa
thizer, the brother will see that the sister
never wants an escort. Oh, if the sisters
of a household knew through what terrific
and damning temptations their brother
goes in city life, they would hardly sleep
nights in anxiety for his salvation! And
if you would make a holy conspiracy of
kind words and gentle attentions and ear
nest prayers, that would save his soul from
death and hide a multitude of sins. But
let the sister dash off in one direction fn
discipleship of the world, and the brother
flee off in another direction and dissipa
tion, and it will not be long before they
will meet again at the iron gate of despair,
their blistered feet in tho hot ashes of a
consumed lifetime. Alas, that brothers
and sisters though living together for
years very often do not know each other,
and that they see only the imperfections
and none of the virtues!
Know Thy Brother.
General Bauer of tho Russian cavalry
had in early life wandered off in the army,
and the family supposed he was dead.
After he gained a fortune he encamped
one day in Husam, his native place, and
made a banquet, and among the great
military men who were to dine he invited
a plain miller and his wife who lived near
by and who, affrighted, came, fearing'
some harm would be done them. The
miller and bis wife were placed one on
each side of the general at the table. The
general asked the miller all about his fam
ily, and the miller said that he had two
brothers and a sister. “No other broth
ers?” ‘‘My younger brother went off with
the army many years ago and no doubt
was long ago killed.” Then the general
said, ‘‘Soldiers, I am this man’s younger
brother, whom ho thought whs dead.”
And how loud was the cheer and how
warm was tho embrace!
Brother and sister, you need as much of
an introduction to each other as they did.
You do not know each other. You think
your brother is grouty and cross and queer,
and he thinks you aro selfish and proud /
and unlovely. Both wrong. That
will be a prince in some woman’s eyes,
and that sister a quoen in the estimation
of some man. That brother is a magnifi
cent fellow, and that sister is a morning
in June. Come, let mo introduce you:
“Moses, this is Miriam. Miriam, this is
Moses.” Add 75 per cent to your present
appreciation of each other and when you
kiss good morning do not stick up your
cold cheek, wot from tho recent washing,
as though you hated to touch each other's
lips in affectionate caress. Let It have all
the fondness and cordiality of a loving
sister’s kiss.
To Fart No More.
Make yourself as agreeable and, helpful
to each other as possible, remembering
that soon you part The few years of boy
hood and girlhood will soon slip by, and
you will go out to homes of your own and
into the battle with the world and amid
ever changing vicissitudes and on paths
crossed with graves and up steeps hard to
climb and through shadowy ravines. But,
O my God and Saviour, may the terminus
of the journey be the same as the start—
naipely, at father’s and mother's knee, if
they have inherited the kingdom. Then,
as in boyhood and girlhood days, we rush
ed in after the day’s absence with much to
tell of exciting adventure, and father and
mother enjoyed the recital aa much as we
who made it, so we shall on the hillside of
heaven rehearse to them all the scenes of
our earthly expedition, apd they shall wel
come us home, as we say, “Father and
mother, we have come and brought our
children with us. ” The old revival hymn
described it with glorious repetition:
Brothers and Bisters there will meet,
Brothers and sisters there will meet,
Brothers and sisters there will meet.
Will meet to part no more.
I read of a child in the country who was
detained at a neighbor’s house on a stormy
night by some fascinating stories that were
being told him, and then looked out and
saw it was so dark he did Dot dare go
home. Tha incident impressed me the
more because in my childhood I had much
the same experience. The boy asked bis
comrades to go with him, but they dared
not It got later and later—7 o’clock, 8
o’clock, 9 o'clock. “Oh,” bo said, “I wish
I were homel” As be opened the door the
last time a blinding flash of lightning and
a deafening roar overcame him. But after
awhile he saw in the distance a lantern,
and, 10, his brother was coming to fetch
wi. r- ■■ ■naerr* ~TJSMnBMi
him homo, ano the lad stepped out and
with swift feet hastened on to his brother,
who took him home, v here they were so
glad to greet I m and for a long time sup
per had been waiting. So may it be when
the night of death comes and our earthly
friends cannot go with us, and we dare
not go alone; may our brother, our elder
brother, our friend closer than a brother,
come out to meet us with the light of the
promises, which shall be a lantern to our
feet, and then we will go in to join our
loved ones waiting for us, supper all ready,
the marriage supper of the Lamb I
Grace Chareh Lamppost.
A not very big or very important or to
New Yorkers tbemaelves not oven familiar
landmark has lately gone the way of all
j ' landmarks and is now no more. It was
the lamppost, with its letter box standing
directly opposite Grace church, and which,
by means of its counterfeit presentment,
was known all over the country far and
wide to all who had over seen ono of the
best known of rural dramas. Every one
remembers tho scene—Christmas eve, tho
snow falling, Grace church in the distance,
the letter box in the foreground and the
old countryman, but just arrived in the
city, his letter in his hand. “There,” be
says as he drops the missive in the box, “I
s’pose it’s at tho postoflioe by thia time.”
A minute later the postman oomes in,
unlocks the box and takes out all the let
ters, whereupon Uncle Josh springs upon
him and all but has him arrested for rob
bery. The provincial audience that didn’t
relish this aceno is not on record, and of
all.its details the letter box stamped itself
most securely upon its memory.
Many and many a faroff westerner and
southerner has resolved then and there
that when he paid that long looked for
ward to visit to New York one of the first
things he should hunt up would be the
letter box in front of Grace church. It
was like an Introduction to at least a fea
ture of the metropolis. Some things about
the city might seem strange and unfa
miliar, but with the letter box in front of
Grace church —naturally a landmark of
great importance or why would it have
been Incorporated in a play?—lt would be
like meeting an old friend. Indeed it was
not uncommon in summer when tho rural
contingent usually finds its way to the
city to see sightseers of no unmistakable
stamp grouped around that lamppost as
sightseers of another stamp are grouped
around the Milesian Venns in the Louvre.
With the march of municipal progress the
lamppost has gone, however. The letter
box has been promoted to another corner.
The majority of New Yorkers may not even
notice the difference, but to thousands of
non-New Yorkers familiar with the play
the change will be significant.—New York
Sun.
Living Bent Free.
A Philadelphia man has lived ten years
In a house for which he paid no rent and
no taxes. It belonged to tho gas company,
and bo had paid rent regularly until tho
property of the company was transferred
to the city. He says himself: “I don’t re
member how long it is since I stopped
paying rent. It was when the gas office
was on Seventh street. I went there one
day with my rent and offered it to Mr.
White, who had charge of the gas com
pany’s real estate, but he refused to take
it and told me that it was to be paid at
the city treasurer’s office in the future. X
took it up there, and a young man there
said he could not take It, as be couldn’t
find record of any such house. He told me
that they would notify me when they were
ready to take my money. I went back to
Mr. White, and ho advised me to go borne
and wait until I beard from them. Well,
I waited.”
Nobody camo to collect money until re
cently, when the city discovered its title
and sent a man to collect. The tenant got
a day to consider and promptly skipped.
But his experience with a free rent does
not seem to have been satisfactory, if we
may trust bis wife. “Yes,” says she re
sentfully, “he thought it was a snap, and
look where he is now—no money, no busi
ness, looking for a job, and a family to
support. Ho wouldn’t take my advice and
move to where business was good, but he
hugged his snap and stuck there in that
stagnant neighborhood and spent money
on repairs for the house and didn’t make
any money. Philadelphia Record.
Leighton’s True Art.
An eminent American artist, who is now
an old man, has never forgotten the lesson
he learned from Sir Frederick Leighton in
bis youth. Leighton was then a brilliant
and fascinating young painter, whose fu
ture was still before him. He was at work
upon ein Italian landscape or upon a pic
ture with an Italian background. In that
background ho was anxious to introduce
an olive tree. He remembered a tree which
he had seen in the south of Italy and re
membered it quite distinctly enough to
reproduce it, but he was not content to
trust his memory.
The American artist remembers how
Leighton came into a case in Rome on his
way to southern Italy, making the long
journey from England for tho express pur
pose of studying that olive tree and of tak
ing home an exact sketch of it, and he re
members also how, four or five weeks
later, the ardent young Englishman, bril
liant, enthusiastic, versatile, but with a
capacity for taking pains, reappeared with
a wonderful sketch of the olive tree, upon
which ho had spent days of unbroken ob
servation and work. From this little in
cident the American student learned a les
son which he never forgot, and which
went far to secure the success which came
to him in later life. The story Illustrates
the great quality which lies behind all real
success, alike for the man of genius and
the man of talent.—Outlook.
Maps and Histories Disagree.
‘‘All tho histories are wrong or else the
government has made a mistake on its
new United States maps, ” said Superin
tendent J. M. Greenwood. “The official
maps issued by the department of the In
terior have the Louisiana purchase so
marked as to include Colorado and Wash
ington, making the territory purchased
run to the Pacific coast. All the histories
I have ever studied gave the Louisiana
purchase aa only extending to Oregon on
the west.”
Professor Greenwood then secured a pile
of histories and a number of books recog
nised as authorities on United States his
tory. Each of these plainly stated that the
territory ceded by France to the United
States in 1808 simply extended to the base
of the Rooky mountains on the northwest.
But the latest official maps issued by Un
cle Sam, which nearly cover a side wall in
an ordinary room, have the boundaries of
the “Louisiana purchase” marked in red
and extending to the Pacific ocean from
the gulf of Mexico.
"There is clearly a big mistake some
where,” said Mr. Greenwood. And a Dum
ber of persons to whom the mistake waa
pointed out agreed that either the histories
or the officials at Washington had made aa
error. —Kansas City Journal
AN OPEN LETTER
To MOTHERS.
WE ARB ASSERTING IN THE COURTS OUR RIGHT TO THE
EXCLUSIVE USE OF THE WORD “CARTORTA” AND
“PITCHER’S CASTORIA,” as our trade mark.
Z, DR. SAMUEL PITCHER, qf Hyannis, Massachusetts,
was the originator of “PITCHER’S CASTORIA,” the same
that has borne and does now 011
bear the facsimile signature of wrapper.
This is the original “ PITCHER’S CASTORIA,” which has been
used in the homes of the Mothers of America for over thirty
years. LOOK CAREFULLY at the wrapper and see that it is
the hind you have always bought AT* on
and has the signature of wrap-
per. No one has authority from me to use my name ex
cept The Centaur Company of which Chas. H. Fletcher is
President. /> j
March 8,1897.
Do Not Be Deceived.
Do not endanger the life of your child by accepting
a cheap substitute which some druggist may offer yo”
(because he makes a few more pennies on it), the in
gredients of which even he does not know.
“The Kind You Have Always Bought”
BEARS THE FAC-SIMILE SIGNATURE GF
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Insist on Having :
The Kind That Never failed You. wB
th> ctxraun ootmuit. tv ns* value on.
GET YOUR
JOB PRINTING
DONE A.T
The Morning Call Office.
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We have just supplied our Job Office with a complete line of btatioiv r»
kinds and can get np, on short notice, anything wanted In the way ot
LETTER HEADS, BILL HEADS
STATEMENTS, I ROHL a HH,
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ENVELOPES, NOTES,
MORTGAGES,
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JARDB, POSTERS’
DODGERS, L':
We tmy toe boat ineof FNVEIZIFEB yw : Ibis trad*.
Aa attractive POSTER cl any size can be issued on short notice
Our prices for work of ail kinds will compare favorably with those obtained nm
a
any office in the state. When you want Job printing of J any C<i<>i]t;rn ine t»
call Satisfaction guaranteed. ’ ' e
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ALL WORK DONE
With Neatness and Dispatch.
Out of town orders will receive
prompt attention
J. P. &S B. Sawtell.
CETOL OF BEOHGIMimr CO.
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Schedule in Effect Jan. 9, 1898.
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8 35pm 447 pm 888 am Lv.Jonesboro.Ar 652 pm 1038 am 6sSam
»15pm 6 30pm 813 am Lv Oriffln Ar 613 pm 9<*aa> OMam
848 pm 6OS pm tilamAr BarnesvilleLv 642 pm 9 fat am 6«7aw
+7 40 pm tWVpta Ar.... -Thomaston.Lv 4300 pm riM sm . „
MU pm OMpmlOUsm Ar ForsythLv IMpai 858 am
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• Sam 6 3; pm Ar...AugustaLv 8 20am ’
6WamßWpm ArSavannah.Lv 8 45amI >Wpm
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•Daily, texoept Sunday.
Train for Newnan Mid Carrollton leaves Griffin at Bss am, and 1 s» >r dally except
Sunday. Returning’, arrivea in Griffin 8 K p m and 13 40 p m dally except Sunday. For
further Information apply to 5
1. C. HAILE. Gen. Passenger Arent. SavnniMh.Gs«
K H. HINTON. Traffic Manager, ffiivannab. Ga.?S*