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THE GOOD SIIEPHE ID
A TALMAGE BERMON THAT PICTI RES
GREEN PASTURES.
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Th* DtoUaf ulshad Divine Dlocoor*** _of
the Shepherd** Flnid. th* Shepherd’*
Crook, the Shepherd’* Dop*, the Shep
herd’a Pniure Ground* and Hock.
ICopyri*ht. 18S8. American Press Asso-
WABHINGTOS, Feb. 87.—1 n this wintry
season Dr. Talmage refreshes us with this
glowlug pastoral until we can almost hear
the bleating of the flocks in green pastures.
The text is Psalms xxill, 1, “The Lord is
my shepherd.**
What with post and rail fences and our
pride in Southdown, Astrakhan and Flem
ish varieties of sheep, there is no use now
of the old time shepherd. Such a one'had
abundance of Opportunity of becoming a
poet, being out of doors 13 hours the day,
and ofttimes waking up In the night on
the hills. If the stars or the torrents or the
sun or the flowers bad anything to say, he
was very apt to hear it. The Ettrick Shep
herd of Scotland, who afterward took bls
seat In the brilliant circle of Wilson and
Lockhart, got his wonderful poetlo Inspi
ration In the ten years In which ho was
watching the flocks of Mr. Laidlaw. There
is often .a sweet poetry in the rugged prose
of the Scotch shepherd. One of these
Scotch shepherds lost bls only son, and he
knelt down in prayer and was overheard
to say, “O Lord, It has seemed good in thy
providence to take from me the staff of my
right band at the time when to us sand
blind mortals I seemed to be most in need
of it, and how I shall climb up the hill of
sorrow and auld age without it thou mayst
ken, but I dinna.”
David, th* Shepherd Boy.
David, the shepherd boy, is watching his
father’s sheep. They are pasturing on the
vary hills where afterward a Lamb was
bora of which you have beard much, “the
Lamb of God, which taketh away the sin
of the world.-*** David, the shepherd boy,
was beautiful, brave, musical and poetio.
I think be often forgot the sheep in his
reveries. There in the solitude he struck
the harp string that is thrilling through
all ages. David the boy was gathering
tho material for David the poet and David
the man. Like other boys, David was fond
of using his knife among the. saplings,
and he had noticed the exuding ofs,he juice
of the tree, and when he became a man
he said, “The trees of the Lord are full of
sap.” David the boy, like other boys,
bad been fond of hunting the birds’ nests,
and bo bad driven the old stork off the
nest to find how many eggs were under
her, and when he became man ho said,
"As for the stork, the fir trees are her
house. ” In boyhood he had heard the ter
rific thunderstorm that frightened the red
deer into premature sickness, and when ho
became a man he said, “The voice of the
Lord maketh the hinds to calve.” David
the boy had lain upon bis back looking
up at the stars and examining the sky,
and to bls boyish imagination the sky
seemed like a piece of divine embroidery,
the divine fingers working in the threads
of light and the beads of stars, and he be
came a man and wrote, “When I consider
thy heavens, the work of thy fingers.”
When he became an old man, thinking of
the goodness of God, he seemed to hear the
bleating of bis father’s sheep across many
years and to think of the time when he
tended them on the Bethlehem hills, and
he cries out in the text, “The Lord is my
shepherd.”
If God will help me, I will talk to you
of tho shepherd’s plaid, the shepherd’s
crook, the shepherd’s dogs, the shepherd’s
pasture grounds, and the shepherd's flocks.
The Shepherd’s Plaid.
And first the shepherd’s plaid. It would
be preposterous for a man going out to
rough and besoillng work to put on
splendid apparel. The potter does not work
in velvet. The servant maid does not put
on satin while tolling at her duties. Tho
shepherd does not wear a splendid robe in
which to go out amid the storms, and the
rooks and the nettles; he puts on the rough
apparel appropriate to his exposed work.
The Lord our Shepherd, coming out to
hunt the lost sheep, puts on no regal ap
parel, but the plain garment of our hu
manity. There was nothing pretentious
about it. I know the old painters repre
sent a halo around the babe Jesus, but I
do not suppose that there was any more
halo about that child than about the head
of any other babe that was born that
Chrlstmaseve in Judson. Becoming a man,
he wore a seamless garment. The scissors
and" needle had done nothing to make it
graceful I take it to have been a sack
with three holes in ft, one for the neck
and two for the arms. Although the gam
blers quarreled over it, that is no evidence
of its value. I have seen two ragpickers
quarrel over .the refuse of an ash barrel.
No; in the wardrobe of heaven he left the
sandals of light, the girdles of beauty, the
robes of power, and put on the besoiled and
tattered raiment of our humanity. Some
times he did not even wear the seamless
robe. What is that hanging about the
waist of Christ? Is it a badge of authority?
Is it a royal coat of arms? No; it is a
towel. The disciples’ feet are filthy from
the walk en the long way and are not fit
to be put upon the sofas on which they are
to recline at the meal, and so Jesus washes
their feet and gathers them up in the
towel to dry them. Tho work of saving
this world was rough work, rugged work,
bard work, and Jesus put on the raiment,
the plain raiment of our flesh. The storms
were to beat him, the crowds were to jostle
him, tho dust was to sprinkle him, the
mobs were to pursue him. O Shepherd
of Israel, leave at home thy bright array!
For thee, what streams to ford, what
nights all unsheltered! He puts upon him
the plain raiment of our humanity, wears
our woes, and while earth and heaven and
hell stand amazed at tho abnegation wraps
around him the shepherd’s plaid.
Cold mountains and the midnight air
Witnessed the fervor of his prayer.
The Shepherd’* Crook.
Next I mention the shepherd’s crook.
This was a rod with a curve at the end,
which when a sheep was going astray was
thrown over its neck and in that way it
was pulled back. When the sheep were
not going astray, the shepherd would of
ten use it as a sort of crutch, leaning on
it, but when the sheep were out of the
way the crook was always busy pulling
them back. All we, like sheep, have gone
astray, and bad it not been for the shep
herd’s crook we would, have fallen long
ago over the' precipices.
Here is a man who is making too much
money. He is getting very vain. He says:
“After awhile I shall be independent of
all the world. Omy soul, eat, drink and
be merry!’.* Business disaster comes to
him. What is God going to do with him?
Has God any grudge ngalnst him? Ob,
no! God is throwing over him the shep
herd’s crook and pulling him back into
better pastures. Here, is a man who has
t alw-ys been well. He has never had any
sympathy for Invalids. He calls them
coughing, wheexing nuisances. After
awhile sickness comes to him. He does
not understand what God is going to do
with him. Ho toys, “Is tbe Lord angry
with me?” Ob, no! With he shepherd’s
crook he has been pulled o.tck into better
pastures. Here is a happy household cir
cle. The parent does not realize tbe truth
that these children are only loaned to him,
and he forgets from what source came his
domestic blessings. Sickness drops upon
those children and death swoops upon a
little one. He says, “Is God ’angry with
me?” No. His shepherd's crook pulls
him back into better pastures. Ido not
know what would have become of us if it
had not been for the shepherd’s crook.
Ob, ths mercies.of our troubles! You take
up apples and plums from under the shade
of the trees, and tbe very best fruits of
Christian character wo find in the deep
shade of trouble.
Use* of Adversity.
When I was on tbe steamer coming
across the ocean, I got a cinder in my eye,
and several persons tried to get it out very
gently, but It could not be taken out in
that way. I was told that the engineer
had a facility in such cases. I wont to
him. He put his large, sooty hand on me,
took a knife and wrapped the lid of the
eye around the knife. I expected to be
hurt very much, but without any pain and
instantly he removed the cinder. Oh,
there come times in our Christian life
when our spiritual vision is being spoiled
and all gentle appliances fail! Then there
comes so nap giant trouble and black
handed lays hold of us and removes that
which would have ruined our vision for
ever. I will gather all your joys together
in one regiment at ten companies, and I
will put them under Colonel Joy. Then I
will gather all your sorrows together in
one regiment of ten companies and put
them Under Colonel Break heart. Then I
will ask, Which of these regiments has
gained for you tbe greater spiritual vic
tories? Certainly that under Colonel
Breakheart.
In the time of war, you may remember
at tbe south and north, the question was
whether tbe black troops would fight, but
when they were put into the struggle on
both sides they did heroically. In the
great day of eternity it will be found that
it was not the white regiment of joys that
gained your greatest successes, but the
black troops of trouble, misfortune and
disaster. Whero you have gained one
spiritual success from your prosperity,, you
have gained ten spiritual successes from
your adversity.
There is no animal that struggles more
violently than n sheep when you corner it
and catch hold of it. Down in tbe glen I
see a group of men around a lost sheep. A
plowman comes along and seizes the sheep
and tries to pacify it, but it is more fright
ened than ever. A .miller oomes along,
puts down his grist and caresses the sheep,
and it seems as if it would die of fright.
After awhile some one breaks through the
thicket. He says, “Let me have the poor
thing.” Ho comes up and lays his arms
around the sheep and it is immediately
quiet. Who is tbe last man that comes? It
is the shepherd. Ah, my friends, be not
afraid of the shepherd’s crook! It is never
used on you save in mercy, to pull you
back. The hard, cold iceberg of trouble
will melt in the wariq gulf stream of
divine sympathy.
There is one passage I think you misin
terpret, “The bruised reed he will not
break.” Do you know that the shepherd
in olden times played upon these reeds?
They were very easily bruised, but when
they were bruised they were never mended.
The shepherd could so easily make another
one, he would snap the old one and throw
it away and get another. The Bible says
it is not so with our Shepherd. When the
music is gone out of a man’s soul, God
does not snap him in twain and throw him
away. Ho mends and restores. “The
bruised reed he will not break.”
When in the o'erhanging heavens of fate
The threatening clouds of darkness dwell,
Then let ns humbly watch and wait.
It shall be well, it shall be well.
And when the storm has passed away
And sunshine emiles on flood and fell
How sweet to think, how sweet to say,
It has been well, it has been we 11!...
The Shepherd’* Dog*.
Next I speak of the shepherd’s dogs.
They watch the straying sheep and drive
them Lank again. Every shepherd has his
dog—frer.i the nomads of the Bible times
down to the Scotch herdsman watching
his flocks on the Grampian hills. Our
Shepherd employs tho criticisms and per
secutions of the world as his dogs.
are those, you know, whose whole work it is
to watch the inconsistences of Christians
and bark at them. If one of God’s sheep
-gets astray, the world howls. With more
avidity than a shepherd’s dog ever oaught
a stray sheep by the flanks or lugged it by
the ears worldlings seize the Christian
astray. It ought to do us good to know
that we are thus watched. It ought to put
us on our guard. They cannot bite us, if
we stay near the Shepherd. Tho sharp
knife of worldly assault will only trim tbe
vines until they produce better grapes.
The more you pound marjoram and rose
mary, the sweeter they smell. The more
dogs take after you, the quicker you will
get to the gate.
You have noticed that different flocks of
sheep have different marks upon them;
sometimes a red mark, sometimes a blue
mark, sometimes a straight mark and
sometimes a crooked mark. The Lord our
Shepherd has a mark for his sheep. It is
a red mark the mark of tbe cross.
“Blessed are they that are persecuted for
righteousness’ sake, for theirs is the king
dom of heaven.”
Furthermore, consider the shepherds’
pasture grounds. Tho old shepherds used
to take the sheep upon the mountains
in the summer and dwell in the valleys in
the winter. The sheep being out of doors
perpetually, their wool was better than if
they had been kept in the hot atmosphere
of the sheep cot. Wells were dug for the
sheep and covered with large stones, in or
der that the hot weather might not spoil
the water. And then tbe shepherd led
his flock wherever be would; nobody dis
puted bis right. So tbe Lord our Shepherd
has a large pasture ground. He takes us
in the summer to tbe mountains and in
the winter to the valleys. Warm days of
prosperity come and we stand on sun gilt
Sabbaths, and on hills of transfiguration,
and we are so high up we can catch a
glimpse of tbe pinnacles of tbe heavenly
city. Then cold, win fry days of trouble
come, and we go down Into the valley of
sickness, want and bereavement and wo
say, “Is there any sorrow like unto my sor
row?” But, blessed bo God, tho Lord’s
sheep can find pasture anywhere. Between
two rocks of trouble a tuft of succulent
promises; green pastures beside Still wa
ters; long, sweet grass between bitter
graves. You have noticed tbe structure of
the sheep’s mouth? It is so sharp that it
can take up a blade of grass or clover top
from tbe very narrowest spot. And so
God’s sheep can pick up comfort where
others can gather none. ’ rhe secret of
the Lord is with them the fear him-”
Rich pasture, founts’□ fed p stura, for all
tlie flock of the Good Shcpbe d!
Th* kill of Zion yield*
A thousand sacred sw> e«*
Before w* reach the her only field*
Or walk the golden st' eta.
Th* Shephard’, Fold.
Lastly consider the shepherd’s fold.
Tho time of sheep shear! dr was a very
■glnd tibia Tbe neighbor* gathered to
gether, and they poured wine and danced
far Joy. The sheep were put in a place in
closed by a wall, where it was vary easy to
count them and know whether any of
them had been taken by the jackale or
dogs. The inclosure was called the sheep
fold. Good news I have to tell you, in that
our Lord tbe Shepherd has a sheepfold,
and those who are gathered in it shall nev
er bo struck by the storm, shall never be
touched by the jackals of temptation and
trouble. It has a high wall—so high that
no troubles can get in, so high that the joys
cannot get out. How glad tbe old sheep
will be to find the lambs that left them a
good many years ago I Millions of children
in heaven I Oh, what a merry heavers it
will make! Not many long meter psalms
there! They will be in the majority and
Will run away with our song, carrying it
up to a still higher point of ecstasy. Oh,
there will be shouting! If children on
earth clapped their hands and danced for
joy, what will they do when to tbe glad
ness of childhood on earth is added the
gladness of childhood In heaven?
It Is time we got over these morbid ideas
of how we shall get out of this world. You
make your religion an undertaker planing
coffins and driving hearses. Your reli
gion smells of tho varnish of a funeral cas
ket. Rather let your religion today come
out and show you the sheepfold that God
has provided for you. Ah, you say, there
is a river between this and that! I know
it, bnt that Jordan is only for tho sheep
washing, and they sbpll go up on the oth
er banks snow white. They follow the
great Shepherd. They heard his voice
long ago. They are safe now—one fold
and one Shepherd I
Alas for those who are flnally found out
side the inclosure! The night of their sin
howls with jackals. They are thirsting
for their blood. The very moment that a
lamb may be frisking upon the hills a
bear may be looking at it from the thicket
Th* Joy of Victory.
In June, 1815, there was a very noble
party gathered in a house In St. James
square, London. The prince regent was
present and the occasion was made fasci
nating by music and banqueting and by
jewels. While a quadrille was being formed,
suddenly all the people rushed to the win
dows. What is the matter? Henry Percy
had arrived with tbe news that Waterloo
had been fought and that England had
won the day. The dance was abandoned,
tbe party dispersed, lords, ladies and mu
sicians rushed into the street, and in 15
minutes from the first announcement of
the good news the house was emptied of
all its guests. Oh, ye who are seated at
the banquet of this world or whirling in
its gayeties and frivolities, if you could,
hear the sweet strains of the gospel trust
pet announcing Christ’s victory over rln
and death and bell, you would rush forth,
glad in the eternal deliverance 1 Tbe Wa
terloo against sin has been fought, and
our Commander In Chief hath won the
day. Oh, the joys of this salvation! Ido
not care what metaphor, what comparison,
you have. Bring it to me, that I may use
it. Amos shall bring one rimlle, Isaiah
another, John another. Beautiful with
pardon. Beautiful with peace. Beautiful
with anticipations. Or, to return to the
pastoral figure of my text, come out of the
poor pasturage of this world into the rich
fortunes of the Good Shepherd.
The shepherd of old used to play beauti
ful music, and sometimes the sheep would
gather around him and listen. Today my
heavenly Shepherd calls to you with the
very music of heaven, bidding you to leave
your sin and accept sis pardon. Oh, that
all this flock would hear the piping of the
Good Shepherd 1
More Water For London.
The knowing ones in London are agitat
ing tho subject of additional water supply,
which is sure to be a pressing question of
the near future. Sir Alexander Binnie,
engineer in chief to the London county
council, after a thorough investigation of
tho matter, calculates that the present sup
ply from the Thames and tho Lea will need
to be supplemented in ten years and says
that the sooner the works are begun the
better. All investigation points to Wales
in the emergency, where five sources of
supply are available. The present esti
mates calculate on increased facilities
which will give all the water needed for
the next 50 years. It is calculated that by
the year 1931 the existing sources of sup
ply in the Thames and the Lea would have
to be supplemented by 147,000,000 gallons,
and if that water was brought from Wales
it would cost $70,000,000. In order to pro
vide for the necessities of 1948 there would
have to be a further expenditure of anoth
er $60,000,000, making a total of $130,000,-
000.
Men Editors and Women’* Work.
“Let us give Goliath his due,” says
Blanche Willis Howard. “Men editors do
not exclude women’s work. On the con
trary, if women send in their copy on time,
it is printed as punctually as the men’s.
It glares at you with the selfsame inexo
rable rigidity. Nevermore may you extract
from it a superfluous ‘and which’ or a
‘split infinitive.* Your punctuation—up
on which you pride yourself—is so trans
planted that you with consternation per
ceive you are the responsible author of a
stranger’s sentiments. Tho accents of
your foreigh words are omitted or turned
the wrong way. As ‘Liver Pills’ and
‘Beef Suet’ in mammoth letters deface a
pastoral landscape, so do huge sensational
headings, which your soul loathes, rudely
check the' purling flow of your limpid
platitudes. You are treated precisely like
the men. In these respects a stony impar
tiality obtains in editorial sanctums.”
For the Faria Show.
An interesting novelty at tbe Paris ex
position will be the mareorama (sic), which
will give visitors the illusion of a voyage
by steamer from Marseilles to Constanti
nople, with calls at Tangier, Algiers,
Naples, Venice, Alexandria and Smyrna.
They will be standing on the steamer,
which will appear to be in the sea, even to
the rolling of the vessel and the salt
breezes. The unrolling of the canvases
will make them think the ship Is moving,
the principle being the same as that which
makes railway passengers in a standing
train think they are in motion when an
other train passes. Tho voyage of the
steamer will be diversified by various
scenes, such as meeting a fleet of warships,
a tempest, with thunder and lightning; A
sunrise, etc*, besides other curious inci
dents. Thus, at Naples, for instance, na
tives will clhi.b on board and perform the
dances of the Touutry.
.•VW .......... . :
STANDARD TIME.
Hmi Four Section* Into Whlrt tea Coeak
try I* Divided.
Primarily, for the convenience of tbe
railroads, a standard of time was estab
lished by mutual agreement in 1888, by
which trains uro local time reg
ulated. According to this system, the
United States, extending from 85 to 1 >5
degree* west longitude, Is divided into
four time sections, each of 15 degrees of
longitude, exactly equivalent to one
hour. The first (eastern) section In
cludes all territory between the Atlantic
coast and an irregular line drawn from
Detroit to Charleston, the latter be
ing its most aouthero point The sec
ond (central) section includes sll tbe
territory between tho last named line
and an irregular line from Bismarck to
the mouth of tbe Rio Grande.
The third (mountain) section includes
all territory between the last named
line and nearly the western borders of
Idaho, Utah and Arizona. The fourth
(Pacific) section coven the rest of the
country to the Pacific coast Standard
time is uniform inside each of these sec
tions, and the time of each section dif
fers from that next to it by exactly one
hour. Thue at 19 noon in New York
city (eastern time) the time at Chicago
(central time) is 11 a. m.; at Denver
(mountain time), 10 a. m., and at San
Francisco (Pacific time), 9 o'clock a. m.
Standard time is 16 minutes slower
at Boston than true local time, 4 min
utes slower at New York, 8 minutes
faster at Washington, 19 minutes faster
at Charleston, 98 minutes slower at De
troit, 18 minutes faster at Kansas City,
10 minutes slower at Chicago, 1 minute
faster at St Louis, 98 minutes faster at
Salt Lake City and 10 minutes faster at
San Francisco.—Atlanta Constitution.
JONES’ STRATEGY.
Ba Got Hl* New Sult at Half Price by a
Great Schema.
Jones’ new suit fits beautifully, but
he was $lO Shy on the price. He needed
the suit badly, but his tailor was de
cidedly disinclined to part with it till
it was paid for. After lying awake all
night revolving in his mind various
schemes old and new to get possession
of the coveted attire Jones evolved a
brilliant idea. He pnt on a high collar
two sizes too large for him, went to his
tailor and tried on tbe coat again. Os
course it did not fit around the collar
and would have to be let out The next
day he put on a collar a half size too
small and tried it on again. The collar
of the coat bulged out in the back as if
it had been constructed for the neck of
a pugilist
can’t wear that thing, ” declared
JRes. “It does not fit at all.”
“No, it does not seem to,” admitted
the tailor.
“You’ve tinkered with it now till
you have nearly ruined it I guess I
don’t want it”
“Well, I’ll tell you what I’ll do,”
proposed the tailor, who did not want
a misfit left on his hands. “I’ll knock
off $5 on the price. ”
“Don’t want a suit that don’t fit,”
declared Jones.
“Well, I’ll make it $10.”
“Make it $19.50 and I’ll take ft”
“All right, but I lose money on it at
that ”
Jones paid another tailor $1 to have
the collar altered, paid for bls suit and
had $1.50 with which to “wetit ” —San
Francisco Post
Sb* Won Her Bet.
The efficiency of the employees of the
Jacksonville postoffice was put to a se
vere test recently, when the distribut
ing clerk came across * photograph with
a postage stamp attached and the only
direction on it as follows, says the Flor
ida Times-Union:
“Deliver to , Jacksonville,
Fla.”
Several of the employees were shown
the picture, which was taken with a
small camera, and which did not show
the face of the person photographed
very distinctly. One of the carriers
named Walter G. Coleman, the general
traveling agent of the F. C. and P. rail
way, was the person. Several of the
clerks and carriers did not think that it
was intended for Mr. Coleman, while
others sided with the Bay street carrier.
Finally a wager of $1 was made, and
the carrier started out to deliver it
When he reached Mr. Coleman’s
office, that gentleman at once claimed
the photograph as one of himself. A
week ago or more, while walking along
Bay street, he met a young lady with a*
kodak, who took a snap shot at him in
front of the Gardner building. She said
that if tbe picture was a good one she
would send it to him. It also appears
that the young lady won a wager made
with her father on the delivery of the
photograph to Mr. Coleman with only
the directions above.
Yellow Alate* Cedar.
The durability of this timber is forci
bly illustrated by fallen trunks that are
perfectly sound after lying in the damp
woods for centuries. Soon after these
trees fall they are overgrown with moss,
in which seeds lodge and germinate and
grow up into vigorous saplings, which
stand in a row on the backs of their
dead ancestors. Os this company of
young trees perhaps three or four will
grow to full stature, sending down
straddling roots on each side and estab
lishing themselves in the soil, and after
they have reached an age of 900 or 800
years the downtrodden trunk on which
they are standing, when cut into, is
found as fresh in the heart as when it
felt—John Muir in Century. «
He wa* a Bird.
Aid (charging furiously up)—Gen
eral, the enemy has captured our left
wing. What shall we do? . • ;
The Commander—Fly with tbe other.
—Philadelphia Inquirer. i
There is so much sympathy in this
country that very often the (under dog
becomes a dangerous, impudent wr.~
Atchison Globe. |
AN OPEN LETTER
To MOTHERS. M
WE ARE ASSERTING IN THE COURTS OUR RIGHT TO THE
EXCLUSIVE USE OF THE WORD “ C ASTORIA,” AND
“ PITCHER’S CASTORIA,” AS OUR TRADE MARK.
7, DR. SAMUEL PITCHER, of Hyannis, Massachusetts,
was the originator of “PITCHER'S CASTO RIA,” the same
that has borne and does now 'f on eV€ry
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 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. z? 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 docs not know. |
“The Kind You Have Always Bought”
BEARS THE FAC-SIMILE SIGNATURE CF
The Kind That Never Failed Yoa
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DONE ALT
The Morning Call Office.
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We have Just supplied onr Job Office with a complete line of btationuv
kinds and can get up, on short notice, anything wanted in the wayoi
LETTER HEADS, BILL HR.A DR
STATEMENTS, IRCULARS,
ENVELOPES, NOTES,
MORTGAGES,
JARDB, POSTERS’
DODGERS, JTTO., ETC
We cmy tee >wt ine of FNVE)Z>PEf) •/« : this trade.
An allracdvc POSTER cl any size can be issued on short notice
Our prices for work of all kinds will compare favorably with those obtained rat
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any office in the state. When yon want Job printing dticripUcn five nk
call Satisfaction guaranteed.
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WORK DONE i
With Neatness and Dispatch.
Out of town orders will receive |
prompt attention.
J. P.&S B. SawtelL
CENTRAL OF GEORGIA RAILWAT 00. |
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Schedule in Effect Jan. 9, 1898.
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•Dally, texeen* Sunday. ....
Train for Newnan and Carrollton leave* GriSn at 955 am. and 1 jd pw dafly
Sunday. Returnlwr. arrive* in Griffln kSOpmandttMpm dally except Sunday. fW
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