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ANNOUNCBWENTB. _
I For County Surveyor.
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’ denW ?hP support oi all the voters.
? haV e the suppo ? TIDWELL.
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I t hereby announce myself a candidate
I County Commissioner, subject to the
primary to be held June 23,
ST If elected, I pledge myself to eco
-nmieal and business methods in conduct
?° the affdrs of the county.
Ing the a! W.J.FUTRAL.
I I hereby announce myself a candidate
I tor county Commissioner of Spalding
1 county, subject to the Democratic primary
f sjuM23d. W. W. CIIAMPIQN-
To the Voters of Spalding County: I
hereby announce myself a candidate for
reflection to the office of County Commis
sioner of Spalding county, subject to the
democratic primary to be held on Jnne 23,
I 1898. My record in the past is my pledge
for future faithfulness.
D. L. PATRICK.
For
I To the Voters Qi Spalding County: I
am a candidate for Representative to the
legislature, subject to the primary of the
democratic party, and will appreciate your
support. J.P. HAMMOND.
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J. B. Bull.
For Tax Collector-
“I respectfully announce to the citizens
of Spalding county that I am a candidate
for re-election to the office of Tax Collec
tor of this county, subject to the choice ot
the democratic primary, and shall be
grateful for all votes given me.
T. R. NUTT,
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For County Treasurer.
To the Voters of Spalding Count?: I
respectfully announce myself a candidate
for election for the office of County Treas
urer, subject to the democratic primary,
and if elected promise to attend faithfully
to the performance of the duties of the
office, and will appreciate the support oi
my friends. W. P. HORNE.
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announce myself a candidate for re-elec
tion for the office of County Treasurer,
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formance of my duties in the future as I
have been in the past.
J. 0. BROOKS.
For Tax Receiver.
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Respectfully,
r h. YARBROUGH.
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didate for re-election to the office of Tax
Receiver of Spalding county .subject to the
action of primary, if one is held.
8. M. M’COWELL.
For Sheriff.
I respectfully inform my friends—the
-people of Spalding county—th at I am a
candidate for the office of Sheriff, subject
to the verdict of a primary, if one is held
Your support will be thankfully received
- and duly appreciated.
M J. PATRICK.
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my endeavor to fulfill the duties of the of
fice as faithfully as in the past.
M. F. MORRIS.
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warm days, when the system hasn’t been
cleansed from the impurities that winter
oas harvested in the blood, you will find
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Registration Notice.
The county registration books are now
?P® n s my offlc ® ln Hasselkus’ Shoe Store
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CLEANSED IN BLOOD.
’ DR. TALMAGE ILLUSTRATED AN OLD
e TESTAMENT SCENE.
• Sins That Only Blood Can Remove - Glort-
on. Freedom of a Purified Sonl What
We Are Taught by the Bird, of Aa
-3 ©lent Sacrifice.
’ (Copyright, 1898, by American Press Asso
ciation.]
WASHINGTON, May 29. From a scene of
old Dr. Talmage in this sermon presents
[ the old gospel under another phase; text,
r Leviticus xiv, 6-7: “And the priests shall
- command that one of the birds be killed
■ in an earthen vessel, over running watA
- As for the living bird, he shall take it,
* and the cedar wood, and tho scarlet, and
the'hyssop and shall dip them and the liv
ing bird in the blood of tho bird that was
5 killed fiver the running water, and he
3 shall sprinkle upon him that Is to be
cleansed from the leprosy seven times and
. shall pronounce him clean and shall lot
. the living bird loose into the open field. ’’
The Old Testament to very many peo
ple is a great slaughter house strewn with
the blood and bents and horns and hoofs
of*butchered animals. It offends their
’ sight; it disgusts their taste; it actually
■ nauseates the stomach. But to the intel
ligent Christian tho Old Testament is a
magnificent corridor through which Jesus
advances. As he appears at the other end
[ of the corridor we can only see the out
r lines of his character. Coming nearer, we
. can descry the features. But when at last
) he stepfi upon the platformof tho New
, Testament, amid jho torches of evangelists
! and apostles, the 1 orchestras of heaven an
nounce him with a blast of minstrelsy that
wakes up Bethlehem at midnight.
There were a great many cages of birds
brought down to Jerusalem for sacrifice—
sparrows and pigeons and turtledoves. !I.
[ can hear them.now, whistling, caroling
> and singing all around about the temple.
> When a leper was to becurcd of his leprosy,
■ in order to his cleansing two of these birds
were taken. One of them was slain over
an earthen vesafcl of running water—that
, is, clear, fresh water—and then the bird
, was killed. Another bird was then taken,
t tied to a hyssop branch and plunged by
[ the priest into the blood of the first bird,
and then with this hyssop branch, bird
, tipped, the priest would sprinkle the leper
seven times, then untie the bird from the
hyssop branch, and it would go soaring
into the heavens.
Now open your eyes wide, my dear
brethren and sisters, and see that that first
i bird meant Jesus and that the second
» bird means your own soul ~
. There is nothing more suggestive than
t a caged bird. In the down of its breast
j you can see the glow of southern climes.
In the sparkle of lt« eye you can see the
flash of distant seas. In its voice you can
hear the song it learned in the wildwood-
It is a child of the sky in captivity. Now
the dead bird of my text, captured from
: the air, suggests the Lord Jesus, who came
i down from the realms of light and glory.
. He once stood in the sunlight of heaven.
, He was the favorite of the land. He was
the King’s Son. Whenever a victory was
gained or a throne set up he was the first
to hear it He could not walk incognito
along the streets, for all heaven knew him.
For eternal ages he had dwelt amid the
mighty populations of heaven. No holi
day had ever dawned on the city when he
' was absent Ho was not like an earthly
' prince, occasionally issuing from a palace
heralded by a troop of clanking horse
guards. No; he was greeted everywhere
as a brother", and all heaven was perfectly
at home with him.
But one day there came word to the pal
ace that an insignificant island was in re
bellion and was cutting itself to pieces
, with aharchy. I hear an angel say: “Let
, it perish, The King’s realm vast enough
wlthout'Uhe island*. The tributes to the
' King oroqprge enough without that. Wo
i can spare it.” “Not so, ” said tho Prince,
the King’s Son, and I see him push out
One day under the protest of a great com
pany. He starts straight for the rebellious
island. He lands amid the execrations of
the inhabitants, that grow in violence un-
■ til the malice of earth has smitten him,
: and tho spirits of- tho lost world put their
i black wings over his dying head and shut
the sun out. The hawks and vultures
swooped upon this dove of the text, until
head am! breast and feet ran blood—until
under the flocks and beaks of darkness
the poor thing perished. No wonder it
1 was a bird that was taken and slain over
‘ an earthen vessel of running water. It
' was a child of the skies. It typified him
who came down from heaven in agony and
I blood to save our souls. Blessed be his
glorious name forever!
A Clean Bird. »
I notice also in my text that the bird
: that was slain was a clean bird. The text
demanded that it should be. The raven
’ was never sacrificed, nor the cormorant,
i nor the vulture. It must be a clean bird,
says the text, and it suggests the pure Je
sus—the holy Jesus. Although he spent
his boyhood in the worst village on earth,
■ although blasphemies were poured into
his ear enough to have poisoned any one
else, ho stands before the world a perfect
Christ. Herod was cruel, Henry VIII
was unclean, William 111 was treacherous,
but point out a fault of our King. Answer
me, ye boys who knew him on the streets
of Nazareth! Answer me, ye miscreants
who saw him die! The skeptical tailors
have tried for 1,800 years to find out one
hole in this seamless garment, but they
have not found it. The most ingenious
and eloquent infidel of this day in the last
line of his-book, all of which denounces
Christ, says, “All ages must proclaim that
among the eons es men there is none
greater than Jesup ’’ So let this bird of
the text be cleap'—its feet fragrant with
the dew that it pressed, its beak carrying
sprig of thyme and frankincense, its feath
ers washed in summer showers. O thou
spotless Son of God, impress us with thy
innocence!
Thou lovely source of true delight.
Whom I, unseen, adore.
Unveil thy beauties to my sight,
That I may love thee more.
I remark, also, in regard to this first
' bird mentioned in the text that it was a
defenseless bird. When the eagle is as
saulted, with its iron beak it strikes like a
bolt against its adversary. This was a
dove or a sparrow, we do not know just
which. Take the dove or pigeon in your
jiand, and the pecking of its beak on your
hand makes you laugh at the feebleness of
its assault. The reindeer-after it is down
may fell you with its antlers. The ox
after you think it is dead may break your
! leg in its death struggle. The harpooned
whale in its last agony may crush you in
the coil of tho unwinding repo But this
was a dove or a sparrow—perfectly harm
' less, perfectly defenseless—type of him
> who said, “I have trod the wine press
1 alone, and there was none to help. ” None
to help! The murderers have it all their
1 own way. Where was the soldier In the
Roman regiment who swung his sword tn
the defense of theft vine martyr? Did they
put ono drop of oil on his gashed feet?
was there one in all thatcrowd manly and
generous enough to sta :d up for him?
Wore tho miscreants nt the cross any more
interfered with in their work of spiking
him fast than the carpenter in his shop
driving a nail through a pine board? The
women cried, but there was no balm in
their tears. None to help, none to help I
O my Lord Jesus, none to help! The wave
of anguish came up to the arch of his feet,
came up to his knee, floated to his waist,
rose to his chin, swept to his temples, yet
none to help! Ten thousand times ten
thousand angels in the sky ready at com
mand to plunge Into the bloody affray and
strike back the hosts of darkness, yet none
to help, none to help!
Oh, this dore of the text in Its last mo
ment clutched not with angry talons! It
plunged not a savage beak. It was a dove
—helpless, defenseless. None to help,
none to help!" “ ! • '*"'■* ;
As after a severe storm in the morning
you go out and find birds dead on the
snow, so this dead bird of the text makes
mo think of that awful storm that swept
the earth on crucifixion day, when the
wrath of God, and the malice of man, and
the fury of devils wrestled beneath the
throe crosses. As we sang just now:
Well might the sun in darkness hide
And shut his glories in
When Christ, the mighty Maker, died
For man, the creature’s sin.
But I come now to speak of this second
bird of the text We must not let that fly
away until we have examined it. The
priest took tho second bird, tied it to the
hyssop branch and then plunged it in the
blood of the first bird. Ah, that is my
soul, plunged for cleansing in the Saviour’s
blood! There Is not enough water In the
Atlantic and Pacific oceans to wash away,
our smallest sin. Sin is such nn outrage
on God’s universe that nothing ljut blood
can atone for it. You know tho life lain
the blodd, and as the life had been forfoit-
nothing could hjty it . back but blood.
What was it that was sprinkled op the
doorposts when tho destroying angel went
through the land? Blood. What was it
that went streaming from the altar of an
cient sacrifice? Blood. What was it that
the priest carried into the holy ot holies,
making intercession for tho people? Blood.
What was it that Jesus sweat in the garden
of Gethsemane? Great drops of blood.
What does the wine in the sacramental cup
signify? Blood. What makes tho robes
of the righteous in heaven so fair? They
are washed in the blood of the Lamb.
What is it that cleanses all our pollution?
The blood of Jesus Christ, that cleanseth
from all sin.
I hear somebody saying. “I do not like
such a sanguinary religion as Chat. ” Do
you think it is very wise for the patient to
tell the doctor, “I don’t like the medicine
you have given me?” If ho wants to be
cured, he had better take the medicine.
My Lord God has offered us a balm, and
it is very foolish for us to say, “I don’t
like that balm.” We had better take it
and be saved. But you do not oppose the
shedding of blood in other directions and
for other ends. If 100,000 men go out to
battle for their country and have to lay
down their lives for free institutions, is
there anything ; ignoble about that? No,
you say, “glorious sacrifice rather.” And
is there anything ignoble in the idea that
the Lord Jesus Christ, by tho shedding of
his blood, delivered not only one land but
all lands and all ages from bondage, intro
ducing men by millions and millions into
the liberty of the sons of God? Is there
anything ignoble about that?
As this - second bird of the text was
plunged in the blood of the first bird, so
we must be washed in tho blood of Christ
or go polluted forever. -.■
Let the water and tho blood,
From thy side a healing flood,
Be of ain the double cure,
Bave from earth"and make mo pure.
Glorious Freedom.
I that as soon as this second
bird was dipped in the blood of tho first
bird the priest unloosened it and it was
free—free of wing and free of foot. It
could whet its beak on any tree branch it
chose. It could peck the grapes of any
vineyard it chose. It was free; a type of
our souls after we have washed in the
blood of the Lamb. We can go where we
wtll. We can do what wo wilL You
say, “Had you not better qualify that?”
No; for I remember that in conversion the
will is changed, and the man will not will
that which is wrong. There is no strait
jacket in our religion. A state of sin is a
state of slavery. A state of pardon is a
state of emancipation. The hammer of
God’s grace knocks the hopples from the
feet, knocks The handcuffs from the wrist,
opens the door into a landscape all aahim
mer with fountains and abloom with gar
dens. It is freedom.
• ’ If a man has become a Christian, he is
no more afraid of SinaL Tho thunders of
Sinai do not frighten him. You have on
some August day seen two thunder show
ers meet. One cloud from this mountain
and another cloud from that mountain,
coming nearer and nearer together and re
sponding to each other, crash to crash,
thunder to thunder, boom, boom! And
then the clouds break and the torrents
pour, and they are emptied perhaps into the
very same stream that comes down so red at
your feet that it seems as if all the carnage
of the storm battle has been emptied into
it. So in this Bible I see two storms gath
er, one above Sinai, the other above Cal
vary, and they respond one to the other—
flash to flash, thunder to thunder, boom,
boom. Sinai thunders, “The.soul that
sinneth, it shall die;” Calvary responds,
“Save them from going down to the pit,
for I have found a ransome. ’ ’ Sinai says,
‘Woe! woe!” Calvary answers, “Mercy!
mercy I” And then the clouds burst and
empty their treasures into one torrent,
and it comes flowing to our feet, red with
the carnage of our Lord, in which, if thy
soul be plunged, like the bird in the text,
it shall go forth free—free I Oh, I wish all
people to understand this, that when a
man becomes a Christian he does not be
come a slave, but that ho becomes a free
man; that ho has larger liberty after ho
becomes a child of God than before he be
came a child of God.
General Fish said that he once stood at
a slave block where an old Christian min
ister was being sold. The auctioneer said
of him: “What bid do I hear for this man?
He is a very good kind of a man; he is a
minister.” Somebody said, “Twenty dol
lars” (he was very old and not worth
much), somebody else, “Twenty-five,”
“Thirty,” “Thirty-five,” “Forty.” The
aged Christian minister began to tremble.
He had expected to be able to buy his own
freedom, and he had just 170 and expected
with the 970 to get free. .As tho bids ran
up the old man trembled more and more.
“Forty,” "Forty-five,” “Fifty,” “Fifty
five, ""Sixty,’’“Sixty-five.” Theoldman
cried out, “Seventy.” He was afraid they
would outbid him. The men around were
transfixed. Nobody dared bid, and the
auctioneer struck him down to himself—
done —done!
But by reason of sin we are poorer titan
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that African. We cannot buy dnr own de
liverance. The voices of death are biddins
for us, and they bid us iu, and they bid us
down. But the Toni Jesus Christ oomos
and says: “I will buy that man. I bid*for
him my Bethlehem manger. I bid for
him my hunger on the mountain. I bld
for him my aching head. I bld for him
my fainting heart. I bid for him all my
wounds.” A voice from tho throne of
Godsayat "It is enough! Jesus has bought
him.” Bought with a price. The pur
chase complete. It is done.
The crest tnnaaction'B done,
lam myJUord'H, and he is mine.
He drew me, and I followed on.
Charmed to confeea the voice diviiw.
Why, is not a man free when he gets rid
of his sins? Tho sins of the tongue gone,
the sins of action gone, the sins of the
mind gone. All tho transgressions of 80,
40, 60, 70 years gone—no more in the soul
than the malaria that floated in the atmos
phere a thousand years ago, for when my
Lord Jesus pardons a mnn he pardons him,
and there is no halfway work about it.
Here I see a beggar going along the
turnpike road. He is worn out with dis
ease. He is stiff in the joints. He is ulcer
ed all over. He has rheum in his eyes. He
is sick and wasted. He is in rags. Every
time he puts down his swollen feet he
cries, “Oh, the pniu I" lie secs a fountain
by the roadside under .a tree, and he crawls
upto that fountain and says: “I must
wash. Here I may cool my ulcers, Here
I may get rested.” Ho stoops down and
scoops up in the palm of his hands enough
water to slake his thirst, and that is all
gone. Then he stoops down and begins to
wash his eyes, and tho rheum is all gone.
Then he puts In his swollen feet, and the
swelling is gone. Then, willing no longer
to be only half cured, he plunges in, and
his whole body is laved in the stream, and
be gets upon the bank well. Meantime
tho owner of the manison up yonder comes
down, walking through the ravine with
his only eon, and he sees the bundle of
.rags and afcks, “Whose rags are these?” A
voice from the fountain says, “Those are
my rags.” Then says the master to his
son, "Go up to the house and get the best
new suit you can find and bring itdown. ”
And he brings down the clothes, and the
beggar is clothed in them, and he looks
around and says: “I was filthy, but now
lam clean. I was ragged, but pow lam
robed. I was blind, but now I see. Glory
be to the owner of that mansion, and glory
be to that son who brought me that new
suit of clothes, and glory be to this foun
tain, where I have washed, and where all
who will may wash and be clean!” Where
sin abounded, grace doth much more
abound. The bird has been dipped; now
let it fly away.
The next thing I notice about this bird
when it was loosened (and this is the main
idea) is that it flew away. Which way did
it go? When you let a bird loose from
your grasp, which way does it fly? Up.
What are wings for? To fly with. Is
there anything in the suggestion of the di
rection taken by that bird to indicate
which way we ought to go?
Rise, my soal, and stretch thy wings.
Thy better portion trace.
Rise from transitory things
To heaven, thy native place.
Flying Heavenward.
We should bo going heavenward. That
is tho suggestion. But I know that we
have a great many drawbacks. You had
them this morning perhaps. You had
them yesterday, or the day before, and al
though you want to be going heavenward,
> yon are constantly discouraged. But I
1 suppose when that bird went out of the
priest’s hands it went by inflections—
i sometimes stooping. A bird does not shoot
directly up, but this is the motion of a
bird. So the soul soars toward God, rising
up in love and sometimes depressed by
trial. It does not always go in the direc
tion it would like to go, but the main
course is right. There is one passage in
the Bible which I quote oftoner to myself
than any other, “He knoweth our frame,
and hejeemembereth that we are dust ”
Thete Is a legend in Iceland which says
that when Jesus was a boy playing with
his comrades one Sabbath day he made
birds of clay, and as these birds of clay
were standing upon the ground an old
Sadducee came along, and he was disgust
i cd at the sport and dashed the birds to
pieces, but the legend says that Jesus
waved his hand above the broken birds,
and they took wing and went singing
heavenward. Os course that is a fable
among the Icelanders, but it is not a fable
that we are dust and that, the hand of
divine grace waved over us once, we go
singing toward the skies.
I wish, my friends, that we could live
in a higher atmosphere. If a man’s whole
life object is to make dollars, he will be
running against those who are making
dollars. If his whole object is to get ap
plause, ho will run against those who are
i seeking applause. But if he rises higher
than that he will not be interrupted in his
flight heavenward. Why does that flock
of birds, floating up against the blue sky
so high that you can hardly see them, not
change its course for spire or tower? They
are above all obstructions. So we would
not have so often to change our Christian
course if we lived in a higher atmosphere
nearer Christ, nearer the throne of God.
i Oh, ye who have been washed in the blood
of Christ—ye who have been loosed from
the hyssop branch —start heavenward. It
i may be to some of you a long flight.
Temptations may dispute your way, storms
of bereavement and trouble may strike
your soul, but God will see you through.
Build not on the earth. Set your affec
i tlons on things in heaven, not on things
on earth. This is a perishing world. Its
flowers fade. Ito fountains dry up. Its
promises cheat. Set your affections upon
Christ and heaven. I rejoice, my dear
brethren and sisters in Christ, that the
flight will after awhile be ended. Not al
ways beaten of the storm. Not always go
ing on weary wings. There is a warm
dovecot of eternal rest where we shall And
a place of comfort, to the everlasting joy
of our souls. Oh, they are going up all
the time—going up from this dnxroh—go
ing up from all the families and from all
the churches of the land, the weary doves
seeking rest in a dovecot.
Oh, that in that good land we may all
meet when Our trials are over! We cannot
get into the glorious presence of our de
parted ones unless we have been cleansed
in the same Mood that washed their sins
away. I know this is true of all who have
gone in, that they were plunged in the
blood, that they were unloosed from the
hyssop branch. Then they went singing
into glory. See that ye refuse not him
that speaketh, for if they escaped not who
refuse him that spake on earth how much
more shall not we escape if we turn away
from him that speaketh from heaven?
Napoleon** PrwisioM.
"What would you do,” Napoleon was
asked in his examination at the military
school in Paris, “if you were besieged in a
place entirely destitute of provisions?”
"As long as there was anything to eat In
the enemy’s camp,” he replied,"! should
not be at all concerned. Sudßess.
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AT (2 TO 18.50 PER PAIR.
IN LADIES OXFORDS WE IIAVE COMPLETE LINE IN TAN, BLACK
AND CHOCOLATE, ALSO TAN AND BLACK SANDALS RANGING IN
PRICE FROM 75c TO <2.
ALSO TAN, CHOCOLATE AND BLACK SANDALS AND OXFORDS IN
CHILDREN AND MISSES SIZES, AND CHILDREN AND MISSES TAN LACE
SHOES AND BLACK.
W.F.KOHITE.
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WE HAVE IN A LINE OF
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SAMPLE STRAW HATS.
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EDWARDS BROS.
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RACKET STORE.
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We Have
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in beautifal designs and col
‘ ora. We are selling
i These Dainty Summer Goods
at 10c and 12 l-2c, which is ranch below the market on this class
> of goods.
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We have a fine quality WHITE LAWN, 40 inches wide, at 15c
AU colors in MOSQUITO RETS at sc.
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GET YOUB —
JOB PRINTING
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The Morning Call Office.
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WOOD YARD. CASTORIA
I want to sell you your Wood, cut and
split, ready for use. Wood yard at No. 1 -7 I ' or Children.
Hill street Telephone No. 10. Sob#-
W. B GRIFFIN- «
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