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|gp " * m - . : - ; , mi-1. i .I ; The ivory palaces ? Or. Talmage ontheGlories of the World to Come. I ATTRACTIVENESS OF CHRIST j i W' ? Who Opens the Way For His Faithful Followers. The Chris* # tian's Guide to Heaven. . In this discourse I>r. Talmage sets forth the glories of the world to come and the attractiveness of the Christ, who opens the way; text, Psalms xlv, 8. "All thy garments smell of myrrh and aloes and cassia out of the ivory palaces." Among the grand adornments of the city of Paris is the Church of Noire Dame, with its great towers and elaborate rose windows and sculpturing of the last judgement, with the trumpeting angels and rising dead; its battlements of quatre foil: its sacristy, with ribbed ceiling and statues of saints. But there was nothing in all that building which more vividly appealed to my r>lftin rennhliean tastes than the costly vestments which lay in oaken presses? rot>es that had been. embroidered with gold and been worn by popes and archbishops on great occasions. There -was a robe that had been worn by Pius VII at the crowning of the first Napoleon. There was also a vestment that had been worn at the baptism of Napoleon II. As our guide opened the oaken presses and brought out these vest. > ments of fabulous cost and lifted them up the fragrance of the pungent aromatics in which they had been preserved filled the place with a sweetness *" J * * in&C WSS 3kllUUbU up^rcsfljivc* that had been done in stone more vividly impressed me than these things that had been done in cloth and embroidery and perfume. But today I open the drawer of this text and I look upon the kingly robes of Christ, and as I lift them, flashing with eternal jewels, the whole houss is filled with the aroma of these garments, which "smell of myrrh and aloes and cassia out of the ivory ->-i?? " yAUHreo* In my text the King steps forth. , His ropes rnstle and blaze as he advances. His pomp and power and glory overmaster the spectator. More brilliant is he than Queen Vashti. moving mid the Persian princess: than Marie Antoinette on the day when Louis XVI put upon her the necklace of 800 diamonds; than Anne Boleyn the day when Henry VIII welcomed her to his 1- n V i. J -1' ?? paiace?an Deauty auu <m yvmy 1U15U1ten "while we stand in the presence of this imperial glory, King of Zion, King of earth, King of heaven, King forever His garments not worn out, not dust bedraggled, but radiant, and jeweled, and redolent It as if they must have been pressed a hundred years amid the flowers of heaven. The wardrobes fram which they have been taken must have been sweet with clusters of camphire, asd frankincense, and all manner of precious wood. Do you not inhale the odors? Aye, aye, "They smell of * < ? J r- ?j. myrra ana aioes ana cassia uut ux mc ivory palaces." Your first curiosity is to know why the robes of Christ are odorous with myrrh. This was a bright leafed Abyssinian plant It was trifoliated. The Greeks, Egyptians, Romans and Jews bought and sold it at a high price. The first present that was ever given to Christ was a sprig of myrrh thrown on his infantile bed in Bethlehem, and the. last gift that Christ ever had was myrrh pressed into the cup of his crucifixion. The natiyes would take a stone and bruise the tree, and. then it would exude a gum that would I " ^ i * rm . I saturate all the ground Deneatn. jlhis gum was used for purposes of merchandise. One piece of it no larger than a chesnut would whelm a whole room with odors. It was put in closets, in chests, in drawers, in rooms, and its perfume adhered almost interminably to anything that was anywhere near it So when in my text I read that Christ's garments smell of inyreh I immediately conclude the exquisite sweetness of Jesus. I know that to many he is only like any historical person?another John s Howard, another philanthropic Oberlin, another Confucius, a grand subject for a painting, a heroic theme for a poem, a beautiful form for a statue, but to those who have heard his voice ar.d heard his voice and felt his pardon ar.d received his benediction he is music and light and warmth and thrill and eternal fragrance, sweet as a friend sticking to you when all else betray, lifting you up while others try to push you down, not so much like morning glories that bloom only when the snn is coming up, nor like "four o'clock's" that bloom only when the sun is going down, but like myrrh, perpetually aromatic, the same morning, noon and night, yesterday, today, forever. It ^ seems as if we cannot wear him out. We put on him all our burdens and affiict him with all our eriefs andk set Mm foremost in all our battles, and yet lie is ready to lift and to sympathize and to help. We have so imposed upon him that one woule think in eternal affront he would quit our soul, and yet today he addresses us with the same tenderness, dawns upon us with the same smile, pities us with the same compassion. There is no name like his for us. it * is more imperial than Caesar's, more musical than Beethoven's, more conquering than Charlemagne's, more eloquent than Cicero's. It throbs with all life. It weeps with all pathos. It groans with all pain. It breathes with all perfume. Who like Jesus to set a broken bone, to pity a homeless orphan, to nurse a sick man, to take a prodigal back without any scolding, to illumine a cemetery all plowed with graves, to make a queen unto God out of the lost woman, to catch the tears of human sorrrow in a lachrymatory that shall never be broken? Who has such an eye to see our need, such a lip to kiss away our sorrow, such a hand to snatch us out of the fire, such a foot to trample our enemies, such a heart to embrace all our necessities? I struggle for some metaphor with which to express him? he is not like the bursting forth of a full orchestra; that is too loud. He is not like the sea when lashed to rage by the tempest; that 'is toe boisterous. He is not like the mountain, ius brow wreathed with the lightnings; that is too solitary. Give us a softer type, a gentler comparison. We have seemed to see him with our eyes and to hear him with our ears and to touch him with our hands. Oh, that today he might appear to some other one of our five senses! Aye, the nostril shall discover his presence. He conns upon us like spice gales from heave a. Yea, his garments smell of lasting and all pervasive myrrh Would that you all knew his sweetness! How soon you would turn from all other attractions! If the philosopher leaped out of his bath in a frenzy **'i~IMM?"l HI l<H ll?i I''n* l? ' ' I ? ' I I of joy and clapped his hands asd rushed through the streets because he had found the solution of a mathematical " *11..? i? problem, bow win you reel leaping ir ^u the fountain of a Saviour's mercy and pardon, washed clean and made white as snow, when tbe question has been solved, "How can my soul be saved?" Naked, frostbitten, storm lasbed soul, let Jesus tbis hour throw around thee tbe "garments that smell of myrrh and aloes and cassia out of the ivory palaces." Your second curiosity is te know why the robes of Jesus are oderous with aloes. There is some difference of opinion about where these aloes grow, what is the color of the flowei, what is the particular appearance of the herb. Suffice it for you and me to know that aloes mean bitterness the world over, and when Christ comes with garments'bearing that particular odor they suggest to me the bitterness of a Saviour's sufferings. Were there ever such nights as Jesus lived throughnights on the mountains, nights on the sea, nigh<.s on the desert? "Who ever had such a hard reception as Jesus had? A Tmsfplrv the first, an uniust trial in oyer and terminer and terminer another, a foul mouthed, yelling mob the last. Was there a space on his back as wiue as your two fingers where he was not whipped? Was there a space on his brow an inch square where he was not cut of the briers? When the spike struck at the instep, did it not go clear through to the hollow of the foot? Oh, long, deep, bitter pilgrimage! Aloes, aloes! John leaned his head on Christ, but who did Christ lean on?^ Five thousand men fed by the Saviour. Who fed Jesus? The sympathy of a Saviour's heart going out to the leper and the adulteress: but who soothed Christ? He had a fit place neither to be born nor to die. A poor babe! A poor lad! A poor young man! Not so much as a taper to cheer his dying hours. Even the candle of the sun snufied out. ^Hni* civic cnr. YY It UUt ZLXl diUCO . vvu uxi-iu, wva rows, bereavements, losses and all the agonies of earth and hell picked up as in one cluster and squeezed into one cup and that pressed to his lips until the acrid, nauseating, bittor draft was swallowed with a distorted countenance and a shudder from head to foot and a gurgling strangulation. Aloes! Aloes! Nothing but aloes! All this for himself? All this to get the fame in the world of being a martyr? All this in a spirit of stubbornness, because he did not like Caesar? No, no! All this because he wanted to pluck me and you from hell. Because he wanted to raise me and you to neaven. .Because we were lost and lie wanted us found. Because we wera blind, and lie wanted us to see. Because we were serfs, and lie wanted to see us manumitted. 0 ye in whose cup of life the saccharine has predominated; 0 ye who have had bright and sparkling beverages, how do you feel toward him who in vour stead and to purchase your disin thrallment took the aloes, the unsavory aloes, the bitter aloes? Your third curiosity is to know why these garments of Christ are odorous with cassia. This was a plant which grew in India and the adjoining islands. You do not care to hear what kind of a flower it had or what kind of a stalk. It is enough for me to tell you that it was used medicinally. In that land and in that age, where they knew but little about pharmacy, cassia was used to arrest many forms of disease. So, when in my text we find Christ coming with garments that smell of cassia, it suggests to me the healing and curative power of the Son of God. "Oh," you say, "now you have a superfluous idea! We are not s?ck. Why do we want cassia? We are athletic Our respiration is perfect. Our limbs are lithe, and on bright cool days we feel we could bound like xa roe.5' I beg to differ, nay brother, from you. None of you can be better in physical health than I am, and yet I must say we are all sick. I have taken the diagnosis of your case and have examined all the best authorities on the subject, and I have to tell you that you are "full of wounds and bruised and putrefyirg sores, which have not been boundiup or mollified with ointment." The marasmus of sin is on us, the palsy, the dropsy, the leprosy. The man that is expiring tonight in the next street?the allopathic and homeopathic doctors have given him up and his friends now standing around to take his last words?is no more certainly dying as to his body than you and I are dyiBg unless we have taken the medicine from God's apothecary. All the leaves of this Bible are only so many prescriptions from the Divine Physician, written, not in Latin, like the prescriptions of earthly physicians, but written in plain English so that a "man, thought a fool, need not err therein." Thank God that the Savior's garments smell of cassia! ouypuse <x iLtitn nuc siu&j auu uuvib was a phial on his mantlepiece with medicine he knew would cure him, and he refused to take it, what would you say of him? He is a suicide. And what do you say of that man who, sick in sin, has the healing medicine of fine's pr?r>e offered him and refuses to take it? If he dies, he is a suicide. People talk as though God took a man and led him out to darkness and death, as though he brought him up to the cliffs and then pushed him off. Oh, no! When a man is lost, it is Dot because God pushes him off: it is because he jumps off. In olden timen a suicide was buried at the crossroads, and the people were accustomed to throw stones upon his grave. So it seems to me there may be at this time a man who is destroviri2 h^s soul, and as though the angels of God were here to bury him at the point where the roads of life and death cross each other, throwing upon the grave the broken law and a great pile of misimproved privileges so that those going by may look at the fearful mound and learn what a suicide it is when an immortal soul for whjch Jesus died puts itself out of the way. "When Chrsst trod this planet with foot of flesh, the people rushed after him?people who were sick and those who, being so sick they could not walk, were brought by their friends. Here I see a mother holding up her little child, crying: ''Cure this croup, Lord Jesus! Cure this scarlet fever!" And others: '"'Cure thisophthalmia! Give ease and rest to this spinal distress! Straighten this club foot!7' Christ made every house where he stopped a dispensary. I do not believe that in the 19 centuries which have gone by since, his heart has got hard. I feel thas we can come now with all our wounds of soul und get his benediction. 0 Jesus, here we are! We want healing. "We want sight. We want health. TTe want life. "The whole need not a physician, but they that are si3k." Blessed be God that Jesus Christ comes through this assem^ blage nor, his "garments smelliDg of myrrh"?that means fragrance?"and aloes"?they mean bitter sacrificial memories?'"and cassia"?that means medicine and curs. According to my test, he comes ' t / of the ivory palaces.'1 Ydu ktidw; or if you do not know, I Will tell you now that some cf the palaces of olden time were adorned with ivory. Ahab and Solomon had their homes furnished with it. The tusks of African and Asiatic elephants were twisted into ail manners of shapes, and there were stairs of ivory and chairs of ivory and tables of ivory and floors of ivory and windows of ivory and fountains that dropped into basins of ivory and rooms that had ceilings of iyory. Oh, ^hite and overmastering beauty! Green tree i ' - il- - V- T Drancnes sweeping we cuius. xapcan> trailing the snowy floors. Brackets of light flashi ig on the lustrous surroundings. Silvery music rippling on the beach of the arshes. The mere thought of it almost stuns my brain, and you say: "Oh, if I could have walked over such floors! If I could have thrown myself in such a chair! If I could have heard the drip and dash of those fountains!"' You shall have something better than that if you only let Christ introduce you. From that place he camc, and to that place he proposes to transport you, for his "garments omoll nf mwrrli ar>^ flings and r.assia out of the ivory palaces." "What a place heaven must be! The Tui'c ies of the French, the Windsor casue of the English, the Spanish alhambra, the Russian kremlin, are mere dungeons compared with it! Not so many castles on either side the Rhine as on both sides of the river of G-od?the ivory palaces! One for the angels, insufferably bright, winged, fire eyed, tempest charioted; one for the martyrs, with bloocl red robes from under the altar; one for the King, the steps of his palace the crown of the churh militant; one foi the singers, who lead the one hundred and forty and four thousand; one for you, ransomed from sin; one for me plucked from the burning. Oh, the ivory palaces! Today it seems to me as if the windows of those palaces were illumined for some great victory, and I look and see climbing the stairs of ivory and walking on floors of ivory and looking from the windows of ivory some whom we knew and loved on earth. Yes, I know them. There are father and mother, not 82 years and 79 years as when they left us, but blithe and youug l - ? ? ?JJ: a ? J as wnen on meir weuuiug u?y. auu there are brothers and cisters, merrier than when we used to romp across the meadows together. The cough gone. The cancer cured. The erysipelas healed. The heartbreak over. Oh how fair they are in the ivory palace i ( Amd your dear little children that weui out from you?Christ did not let one of them drop as he lifted them. Hecid not wrench one of them from you. K). They went as from one they loved well to one whom they loved letter. If I should take your little child and press its soft face against my rough cheek, I murlif tpp-n if-, a Httlfi while: but when ?? - ? / -? ?you, the mother, came along it would struggle tD go with you. And so you stood holding your dying child when Jesus passed by in the room and the little one sprang out to greet him. That is all. Your Christian dead did not go down into the the dust and the gravel and the mud. Though it rained all that funeral day and the water came up to the wheel's hub as you drove out to the cemetery, it made no difference to them, for they stepped from the home here to the home there, right into the ivory palaces All is well with them. All is well. It is not a dead weight that you lift when you carry a Christian out. Jesus mkaes the bed up soft with velvet promisee, and he says: "Put her down here very gently. Pat that head waich will never ache again on this pillow of halle luiaiis. Send up worn tnat tne procession is coming. Ring the bells. Ring! Open your gates, ye ivory palaces!" And so your loved ones aie there. They are just as certainly there, having died in Christ, as that you are here. There is only one thing more they want. Indeed, there is one thing in heaven they have not got. They want it. What is it? Your company I But, oh, my brother, unless you change your tack you cannot reach that harbor! You might as well take the Southern Pacific railroad, expecting in that direction to reach Toronto, as to go on in the way some of you are going and yet expect to reach the ivory palaces. Your loved ones are looking out of the windows of heaven now, and yet you seem to turn your back upon them. You do not seem to know the sound of their voices as well as you used to or to be moved by the sight of their dear faces. Call louder, ye departed ones! Call louder from the ivory palaces! When I think of that place and think rr>TT if. T e,c>tA awkward. feel as sometimes when I have been exposed to the weather, and my shoes have been bemired, and my coat is soiled, and my hair is disheveled, and I stop in front of some fine residence where I have an errand. I feel not fit to govin as I am and sit among the guests. So some of us feel about heaven. We need to be washed, we need to be rehabilitated before we go into the ivory pai<tv;c?. jutuuai uuu, j?-u surges of thy pardoning mercy roll over us! I want not only to wash my hands and my feet, but, like some skilled diver standing on the pier head, who leaps into- the wave and comes up at a far distant point from where he went in, so I want to go down, and so I want to come up. 0 Jesus, wash me in the waves of thy salvation! And Tiprp T ask vrra to slove a mvs tery that lias been oppressing me for 30 years. I have been asking it of doctors of divinity who have been studying theology half a century, and they have given me no satisfactory answer. I have turned over all the books in my library, but got no solution to the question, and today I come and ask you for an explanation. By what logic was Christ induced to exchange the ivory palaces of heaven for the crucifixion agonies of earth? I shall take the first thousand million year in heaven to study out that problem, meanwhile and now, taking it as the tenderest, mightiest of all facts that Christ did come, that he came with spikes in his feet, came with thorns in his brow, came with spears in his heart, to save you and to save me. "God so loved the world that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him shovld not perish, but have everlasting life." Oh, Christ, whelm all our souls with thy compassion! Mqjr them down like summer grain with the harvesting sickle of thy grace! Ride through today the conqueror, thy garments smelling "of myrrh and aloes and cassia ITTAtrfT T-VO lortQO V <JUb \JX IUC XI VIJ l/<uavM. Knew They Were There. A dispatch from Wellsburg, W. Va., says four masked burglars forced their way iuto the lonely farm house of Dr. J oseph Parkinson some time during the nighi. *nd after blindfolding, binding and gaggrag the inmates, who were all ) a-careful search for valuables l^as^nade: The jobbers secured goveru?~iHcnt tonds valued at ^10,500] $i5 in hrrotey and i lot of sliverware and ] iewgky. - tfj^y^hen locked the women \ id-an hastily drove Laway. flM?o_clew t0 ^eir iden \ | BOEfiOWtNG A NEWSPAPER. An Article that Should Be Bead by al Borrowers. UTVJ i. i.1 n ot) At_ uiu you get tne paper, : iur Luther Carter put his head out of th< sitting mom door and spoke sharply. "Yep," Cyrus approached with eas: moderation and held it out. ''Well, I guess you stopped to prim it on a hand-press. I don't know when in the world yen take your slowness from." Mr. Luther Carter recrossec the room to his easy chair, adjusting his spectacles on the way. His mo tions were all deliberate, and suggestec a probable reason for little Cyrus' slow ness. Mrs. Luther Carter glanced up deprecatingly from her mending. '\Now, Luther," she said, with meek disap probation in her voice. "Now Luther, you haven't been borrowing Andrevi Gamble's newspaper again?" "That hitting the nail higher oc the head than you ever did before. Jane Ellen!" ''But you borrowed it last week, Luther, and the week before, and the week before that." "And week before that?keep hei agoin, Jane Ellen. I guess you can gc as far back as the flood." Mr. Carter's laugh cackled unmelodiously behind the paper. "But it's deradful mortifying to me, Luther, anyway. It does seem as il we migm tas.e a newspaper uuraeivea, and -lend instead of borrow, a spell. Then we'd see how it feels." One spectacled eye appeared above the paper's rim, followed shortly by its mate. Little Mrs. Luther 'withered under them. She fumbled for a new needle, clicking the scissors and spools together nervously. She had nevei ventured upon so bold a suggestion before, and already was deeply repentant. "Jane Ellen, you better darn those stockings, and I guess you can do it # T _T x j. . easier 11 you Keep your ups suut-to. In at the open window stole pleasant, flower-sweetened wafts of summer air. Incessant, keen insect voices buzzed and clicked and sang. Within, for a while, there was no sonnd but the gentle orackle of Andrew G-amble'fl newspaper; then Luther Carter spoke with a gruff attempt at apologetic good humor. "When I'm in Andrew's luck, and the uncle I never had and wasn't =Mined after dies and leaves me a pret ly little mess of money. I'll take the paper, Jane Ellen. I guess till then 'twont hurt Andrew if I do bonow his." "That was a good while ago. I should have thought Andrew'd spent it all long ago, Luther, building barns and things as he did." T a* loi/l Atirn JJUCIHJ1 VAl ICJ. O UUU^Ui jr AOIU uuuu the paper. He gave a startled cry. "My good land, what is it, Luther? Xou look all struck in a heap!" exclaimed his wife. "He's dead, Jane Ellen!" "Who's dead!" Her voice rose shrill and anxious. "Andrew is?Andrew Grumble! He died this morning?'as we go to press, it says. There's a black mark all round the notice. I guess Marietta was thinking to send it to Jon's folks. It clean takes my breath away!" "Andrew Gamble dead! I can't believe it, Luther?It isn't possible! I guess we shouldn't have to find it out in the newsnaner." "Well, read it for yourself, then, Jane Ellen." They huddled over the paper, reading the lines together with scared, distressed faces. It was a small sheet, whose local columns stood out, boldly prominent. __ Andrew Gamble dead! Andrew (ramble! Why, lie lived, just a nouse or two beyond. How could he die and they not know it at once? But there it was: "As we go to press, the painful news reaches us of the sudden death of our much-esteemed and well-known citizen, Andrew Gamble. It is too late to obtain particulars of the s:id event for to-day's issue." Luther Carter went to the door and called. "Uyry! Uyry!" imperatively. Cyrus shuffled slowly in and sat on the edge of a chair, awed by the solemnity in his parents' faces. "Cyry, did you see An?did you see' the folks when you went to borrow the paper?" Mis. Carter groaned softly and wiped her eyes on Cyrus' undarned sock. "Nope?guess there wasn't anybody at home. It looked all kind of shut ?} Mrs. darter eroaned aeain. "Dinn't you see anybody, Cyry?" persisted Luther. "Now you think real hard. "Who came to the door?" "Nobody did. I walked in, after I'd kept knocking a while." "But who gave you the newspaper, Cyry? Now you think." Cyrus began to look embarrassed under this fire of mysterious questions. "Well, nobody gave me the paper, I took it. Fs always lying on the table waiting to be taken. I gues3 Mrs. Gamble's got sick of getting it for ms, abd last time she told me to go into the sitting room and get it myself. I had to huLt all round. It was under the sofa. Say, pa, why don't we take ? ULLL U VV U CI i "Did she look as if she'd been crying, Cyry?" quavered Mrs. Carter. "I didn't see her, I said?only her picture hanging up. That looked real solemn. I guess somebody -was crying, though, somewhere. I heard a sniffy sound, real loud." Luther and Mrs. Luther gazed gravely at each other, sighing. "Marietta's such a sensitive woman ?poor Marietta!" murmured little Mrs. T ..i.T i. JJUbliCl j tCdll Uiij She iose suddenly, upsetting the darning-basket. "I'm going right dovn there," she said. "I feel as if I'd ought to. If I can't be any other comfort to Marietta, I can wash up the dinner dishes and trim lamps. Cyry, you run and get my shawl." She looked down thoughtfully at her flower-sprigged dress. "Yes, I s'pose I'd better put on a black dress. I s'pose so, out of respect for Marietta's feelings." Soberly begowned and shawled, Mrs. Carter a few minutes later tapped gently at tVe Gamble back door. She noticed (} a thie blinds were nearly all clo?-. d auu ihe shades down. An air of Lushed solemnity brooded over ail things, animate and inanimate, in the small dooryard. Poor Andrew's choice Plymouth Rock hens went about as if on tiptoe, with drooping tail-feathers. To Mra. Carter's sensitive ear, even the old cock's crowing had a doleful, drawnout wail in it. She tapped again seftly. Nobody responded. Then adjusting the corners of ner mouth to appropriate droops, she stole gently in the kitchen. There was no one there. The little room had on its prim afternoon dress and looked unsocial and stiff. The iaintest possible hint ot ckcking knittingneedles drew the visitor unconsciously toward the sitticg-room. Mrs. Andrew Gamble sat there knitt t * 11-IVI imm VniiWn ?<! riintmiM i r fTrwi ? ~~--S ? jm | ting in the still, dark roora. She gave I a little start as Mrs. Carter entered. "Oh,'' she said, in a low voice, "I'm 1 real glad to see yQiy^Sfrs. Carter. Xo, don't take that "6hair?that's Andrew's, and I can't bear it. This rocker's eas ier to your back. Undo your shawl, do." 3 "I had to come over, Marietta? ofomdil as if T mnst. I couldn't bear 7 the thought of your sitting here all alone. I wish I could help you?0 t Marietta, I wish I could!" 5 Mrs. Gamble locked up from her ' knitting quickly. "Yes, it is lonel some with Andrew jrone," she said, ' quietly. She was a slight, sweet.faced woman, and the loose wisps of hair, ^ turning jrray, curled arouDd her face. For a very little space neither of the | women spoke. The subdued creak of their rockers sang a dirge in the visii tor's ears. She was wondering how ' Marietta could knit stockings, and look so composed, and curl her hair! Still r she had been crying. Her eyes looked reddened. 1 Then th* visitor spoke in a sharp 1 whisper, drying the words out solemnly. "Wasn't it dreadful sudden Marietta?" ! "Yes, it was sudden. Stiii, I'd been expecting as likely as not it might happen. He's never been real hearty." ? "No?" Mrs. Carter assented, with a 1 doubtful, upward inflection. Andrew * had looked hearty, very. "Ever since he sprained his kneejoint last fall he's been ailing especial: ly; it seemed to use him up." "I never noticed that he limped." x "Well, he did, going up-hill and coming home ?fter' along trip." ! Another pause, and another stanza r of the creaking dirge. ''When did?it happen, Marietta?" ' whispered Mrs. Luther Carter then. "Three o'clock this morning, or a ' few minutes past. We were up all ' night with him. I didn't get a wink of sleep." "Poor child!" Mrs. Carter softly ! patted the knitting needles. "Did? 1 did?he suffer much?" "No. I guess not. That was a mercy. He didD't seem to sense anything T1 TTT. 21 J i.TL: 1 ail nigat. >v e uia everymiu^ vrca.i.icvr how for him?everything. Laudanum didn't seem to do any good." She be1 gan to cry suddenly. "I was so fond ; of him!" she sobbed, apologetically. "Yes, yes, do cry, Marietta?it'll do you good. You ought to cry. It's a mercy you can." "I don't know how we're going to get along without him, Mrs. barter." "It's a great loss to the neighborhood. We all feel it," Mrs. Carter murmured. "Luther and I were all struck in a heap. He read it in the paper. Just think of our finding it out in the newspaper!" ^ r rr T 1 _ J 1 Mrs. Uramcie mtea ner uruuping head with an air of solemn pride. "Yes," she said, "they put it in the paper right away. When Andrew's Uncle Andrew died, they got that into the paper, too." It was warm in the room, and Mrs. Carter took up a paper from the table to fan herself. She folded it neatly and set it waving with slow, steady j strokes. "When are you goin to?to?when will you?bury him, Marietta?" she asked at length, gravely. Mrs, Gamble took up her knitting work, "Oh, we buried him this morning as soon as it 'twas real light. We 1 thought we might as well get it done with, and we wouldn't feel so bad when 'tw&s over." "Why, Mrs. Gamble! Why, I never ^ TV*TT ^ O TTO iicaiu UX OUUil a lilllug iu LU.J iiwu uu;u ?I never!" She spread out the Hewspaper fan in abstracted agitation, and stared at it absently. Her face expressed the utmost amazement and hor ror, Suddenly her eye fell on one of the items in the paper. She read it hastily once?twice. Then she glanced at ^ 4-/1 T f TTTO C fliof LUC jjapei S ua^i IV TTCW VUHV TIVVA u paper, and the notice in it was of the "lamentable loss our rcspected townsman, Andrew Gamble, has sustained? as we go. to press?in the death of his valuable and petted chestnut horse," etc., etc. Mrs. Luther Carter crumpled the paper in her fingers and rose. "Well, Marietta, I must be g oing. I'm real sorry for yon and Andrew, but 'tain't as if 'twas one of the family gone, you know. Good-by." voni/Hir Tinm? anrl finHinff I WJUC ntui UVU1V1 ? ? ~ ?O the borrowed paper, thrust it into Luther's hand unceremoniously, pointing to the date. For the first time they noticed that it was old and timestained and exhaled a faint musty odor. They had read its mention of the death of Andrew Gamble's uncle. Luther Carter read and re-read the date. Then he got up and went out of the house. When at supper-time he came back, he remarked briefly to Cyrus as he went jt T j_t. . inrougn me Kiioneii. "I've subscribed for the newspaper myself, Cyry, so I guess vou won't need to go borrowing any more." Drummers and the Trusts. Wherever American drummers meet in convention trusts are denounced first, last and all the time. In Albany, the National League of Commercial Travelers recently considered i;he trust question earnestly and thoroughly. President Dowe announced that 36,000 drummers had been thrown out of work by the trusts, and that 35,000 others had their salaries reduced. The New York Journal some time since offered a gentle suggestion that the drum mers would soon wake up to tne trust qucstioD, and regret some of their former shouts and yells for McKinley, HoDart and prosperity. The drummers were earnest advocates of McKinley and the advance agent of prosperity as long as they were well paid advance agents of tobacco houses, hardware houses, etc. Now that their business is taken away from them, their opinion of the Ohio advance agent is not quite so high. "We repeat that the trusts are doing the greatest possible good to the cause of Democratic progress in many wars, among others by making malcontents and agitators of tens of thousands of commercial travelers. These are all intelligent, energetic men. Once deprived of their livelihood, reduced to ' ordinary labor, they will become the advocates of Government ownership, , and of "prosperity" for all, instead of. a class. In all democratic movements and in all reform movements, what is usually lacking is brains and energy of a successful kind, says tne jXevr xorK Journal. The drummers have such | brains. We are glad to know that, instead cf riding about in Pullman cars, . urging such and such a competitive , and more or less adulterated brand on , little country merchants, they will hereafter engage in the useful work of , promoting democracy and the welfare i of the majority. Hanged by Alabama MobSolomon Jones, a negro, was hanged by a mob near Forrest, Ga., for attempt ing to assault a young white*woman, j ^ . - \ f r THE CBOPS AUD WEATH2B. I I What tie Department of Agriculture | Says About Them. I I The following is the weekly bulletin of the condition of the weather and crops of the State issued Tuesday by Director Bauer of the U. S. Weather Bureau: The week ending Jaly 31st was slight] ly warmer than usual, with little temperature variation from day to day, ex, o j j cept oaiuraay anu ouuuay, wm^-u w?c j very hot and humid. The close ef the j week was marked by slightly lower | temperature. The drought was effectually broken by general rains over the entire S'cate, ranging in amount from about an inch to 5.68 inches, the latter at Santue, Union county. There are a few scattered localities tnat did not get enough rain for the present need of crops, while over poitions of the Pee Dee section, and in Williamsburg and Oconee counties lowland crops damaged by excessive rains. Stock water continues scarce in many places. Cloudy and humid weather accompanied the showery conditions which, together with the prevailing high temperature, made the week a very favorable cue tor all crops. The rains and high, temperature started new growth on. cotton. Early planted was, however, too far spent to be much benefitted. Cotton is small, generally well fruited, but is shedding badly. Rust has appeared in six counties: boll worms reporced from one. Excessive rains injured it in Marion county. Sea island cotton badly blighted in places, but generally it is blooming profusely and fairly well fruited. Old upland corn was toe nearly matured to receive much benefit from the rai n, over the central sections of the State, where in places it is almost a failure. In the extreme eastern counties, the crop of early corn is extra fine while in the extreme western portions the recent rains were very timely. Young corn is being damaged by worms aud caterpillars in the Pee Dee section, and ni isolated localities elsewhere, but generally it looUs very promising. Some corn being planted, largely as an experiment. Tobacco is ripening faster than it can be gathered in places. Curing progresses favorably. In places the leaves have "fire'1.," and horn worms are injuring it in Darlington county. Rice is heading fairly well, but more rain would prove beneficial. Upland rice does rot look promising. Peas are now doing well. Sorghum cane is topDine. but is a Door crop. Ssreet potato slips continue to be set out. Pastures show slight improvement. General crop conditions much improved. Money Unlike Other Things. It is evident that money is not like any other thing known to man and the truth about money cannot be arrived at by the ordinary metal process of comparison by which they have been so assiduously presented by the hirelings of the gold combination and their dupes. The controlling condition of prosperity is found in stability of general prices. Stability in general prices depend upon a uniform money supply keeping even pace with increasing population and demand. The interests of the manufacturers, merchants, farmers, and laborers of all countries demand that the relation of money to all other things be such that the general level of prices will either remain stationary or advanace. Falling prices to these engaged in the production of wealth means losses, bankruptcy, idleness, and : curtailed production. Falling prices : rob debtors and unjustly enncn creditors through increasing the purchasing power of money units. The war agains silver was inaugurated by a combina tion of the world's creditors for the purt pose of cutting off money supply and making moHey scarce and dear. < Through outlawing silver as a money : metal, they have doubled their wealth and their incomes since 1873, as every dollar due them, either as principal or interest, will now purchase double the 1 am unt of things in general that it : ? 1 ^ rru-J J . would at mat time. j.iie ueuuauu. iyi the demonetization of silver emanated ' from a class who sought the enrichment i of themselves through the plundering < of general society by increasing the i value of money. Until men ceased to ' be solicitous for their own welfare and i become indifferent to all things of < worldly concern the money question ; must continue an issue in politics un- i dersettled and settled right. : I ?* ' W TTT 4, unaries lager YYeuomau. ; Charles Yager, aged 40 years, of Brandt, Pa., small manufacturing village, murdered Lis three small children ( early Friday morning by cutting their . throats and then committed suicide by the same mean?. There seems to be no ; doubt that the father had gone insane ' during the night. For years he was [ employed in the chair factory in the town and was a steady, industrious man. ' He was a widower, and since his wife's j death had devoted himself to the three ; children. Their ages ranged from five ' to twelve years. There was nothing to 1 indicate what had inspired Yager to ' commit the crime other than he became suddenly insane brooding over the loss of his wife and the motherless condition of his children. Hanged in Charleston. James Phelps and Sam Bailey were ; hanged together in the jail yard at ' Charleston Friday morning. Both died J hopeful of a peaceful hereafter. Their necks were broken. Tbe execution was devoid of incident, and the murderers j went to death quietly and calmly. The condemned men had an early breakfast Friday morning and they ate heartily for men who knew that wibin a few hours they would be cold clay. Their ] last meal consisted of hominy, a pot of \ coffee for each, lightbread, muffins, \ "? i Tin ' eggs, butter ana veai. uaen tuc^ ( had partaken of the meal they sent for , jailer Graddick, thanked, him for his kindness to them and said lfce7 had enjoyed their breakfast. < Suicide by Fire. A special from Greenville says Wed- j nesday morning at 3,. o'clock Maggie Brown, a negress of bad repute, satu rated her clothing thoroughly with kerosene oil, touched a match to her ( clothing and was instantJv enveloped in flames. Every thread of clothing, including her stockings, was burned, and the fire ate into her body at many places. She lived until 11 o'clock "Wednesday morning, suffering intense j agony.' She gained corsciousness before death and gave as t ;e reason for ^ taking her life that Babe Walker, a ne- j gro man, with whom she lived, had deserted her. Killed Father and Son. "Wm. Jarrels Tuesday shot and killed Jerry Fowler and his son, Joseph Fow- j ler, at Burr's Ferry, 20 miles west of , Leesville. Ga. The shooting gre* out i of a law suit which had been tried be- < fore a magistrate's court that day. Jar- < rels was arrested. ' - ' 'i : ''?' vV- > >* '"t--.'}]\." .' '-k"d >'im .YT-V . inrrW i i iii rr?n i mi A TRiFUNG ?66URRENCE JJct Zt Eventually Brongiit India Cndei England's Control. How many people are aware that England owes its vast Indian empire to a variation of three shillings a pound in the price of pepper. And yet such is the case, and it throws an interesting light upon the idiosyncrasies of the English character. In the sixteenth century all the pepper consumed in England was bought by the English merchants from the Dutch, who brought it from India. Owing to racial jealousy, the Dutch traders in 1599 raised the cost from three shillings to six shillings per pound. This petty display of ill-feeling caused considerable annoyance to the English merchants, and aroused in them that feeling of independence which has always been so characteristic of the race. They determined to import their pepper direct from India in their own ships, and for this purpose formed a company, called "The Governor and Company of Merchants of London Trading to the East Indies," and which In later days became eventually known as the East India Company. xneir first voyages emDroiieci uiem in almost innumerable' quarrels with the Dutch and Portuguese, and- for a time the venture proved a financial failure. It was not until 1615 that the company became successful and obtained lucrative treaties, owing to their decisively defeating the Portuguese. From this time on their possessions gradually increased, slowly at first, and then very rapidly, until, by th? wise and beneficial management of such men as Clive, "Warren Hastings and Cornwallis, they exercised sovereignty over the greater portion of maia. In this, manner it happened that an increase in the price of pepper momentously affected the history of mankindBo Careful How You Sit. Recently an eminent physician gave utterance to the opinion that appendicitis Is more common in this country than In others because of the Yankee custom that men have?and men are more frequently sufferers from the disease than women?of habitually sitting with one leg thrown over the other. This habit, the physician was quoted as saying, restricts the action of the digestive apparatus, and especially the lower Intestine, and causes stagnation of the contents aild the stretching of the opening of the vermiform appendix, making it possi blefor obstructions to reach the latter, and tins giving rise to appendicitis. There Js no other disease, if we may judge from, the attention given to it by current publications, in -which the general public takes so much interest as this one, which is comparatively new to medical practice. (Probably much of the popular Intertstv is due to the fact that only within a few years what may be called the literature of appendicitis has reached the reading community. Where the Hotel Key* Go. ' "Of all the collecting fads I ever beard of, the key collectors are the worst of all." said one gentleman to another. "There are men traveling on the road "who have keys of every hotel they ever stopped in. In order to see that they take no keys, hotel proprietors place large checks, with large brass tags upon them, and even attach them to iron bars; and yet the bey collectors put these useless, heavy articles in their valises and carry them away. I know of one collection of keys that embraces a key that represents nearly all the leading American and * European hotels. The cost of keys in '\ a large hotel is simply enormous. A few of them are lost or taken by accident, but the most of them are carried off by key collectors." An English officer whose ship was stationed off the coast of Ceylon went tor a day's shooting along the coast, accompanied by a native attendant well acquainted with: the country. Coming to a particularly inviting river, the officer resolved to have a bath, and asked the native to show him a place where there were no alligators. The native took him to a pool close to th? sstuary. The officer thoroughly enjoyed his dip, and while'.drying himself asked his guide why there were never any auigaiors in xaax poui. rw causes sar," promptly replied the Cingalese, "thT plenty Iraid of shark." A Peculiar Freak. One of the most peculiar freaks that the wind played recently -was on the Presbyterian church at New Hartford, N". Y. It blew the steeple, above the belfry, out of plumb about 25 degrees, so that the spire pointed in a northwesterly direction, and it was feared thaf it mieht fall. Men. were nut at work" straightening it the next morning, when the wind veered around and blew it back almost to its original position. The men inside made a lively rue to get out of the place. To Manage Enthusiasm. There is a portion of enthusiasm assigned to every nation, which, if it bath not proper objects to work on, will burst out and set all into a flame, [f the quiet of a state can be brought ibout by only flinging men a few ceremonies to devour, it is a purchase no wise man would refuse. Let the mas- I tiffs amuse themselves about a sneep'a ;kin stuffed with hay, provided it will 2eep them from worrying the flock.? Dean Swift. Corncob Pipes. Corncob pipes are made by the car.oad in Missouri, and sell for 25 to 27 :ents per bushel. The industry is also m important one in Indiana, and one factory at Brightwood turns out be;ween 4,000 and 5,000 a day. To get strong; and healthy use one bottle Mueray's Iron Mixture. Price 50c TB Mllg BAY ORfl B S8-, Macfeafs School of SHORTHAND ?AJTD? TYPEWRITING COLUMBIA, S. C. This School has the reputation of being the jest business institution in the State. Gradlates are holding remunerative positions in nercantile houses, banking, insurance, real ?tate, railroad ofinxjes, &c., in this and other states. Write te W. H. Maafeat, Court stenographer Comulbia, S.C. fcj: terms, eto / BMtMdya^xatJKlBPSB>Ma a Ginning Manhinerv IVIMUIII1IVI ji 5g??. 0 . The Smith. Pneumatic Suction Elevating, Ginning and ;^p Packing System jjF Is the simplest and most efficient oo^^J the market. Forty-eight complete outfits in Sonth Carolina; each one giving absolute satisfaction. Boilers and Engines; Slide Yalve, Automatic and Corliss. My Light aad Heavy Log Beam Saw Mills cannot be equalled in design, efficiency or price by any dealer or manu facturer in the South. Write for prices and catalogues. V. C. Badham, 10OP Moin COLUMBIA, S. C. I It is the==? =Gustonfl Bat a very poor one, to wait until the gin- mI ning season is on before lo king to see fl what fix the gin is in I Now is tlie time tofl HURRY YOUR GIN TO THE ^ ELLIOT 6IN REPAIR I0HS.1 * Do not delay and then ask oa to ltt Tdtt have it at once, for thorough, work cannot be done in a harry. The attention giren this reaiter'now will more than repaj you when the notion is white in the fields and the gin boose crowded. The work.it * coming in already, so ship at once to the j uadersigned, located at the old electric light | engine house. References by permission:?W. H. Gibbet -,~'4 & Co, V C. Bad ham, Jno. A Willis. ' '< v?; Mark yoar name and shipping point ?| on work sent and prepay the freight. i TbElfiitlSiiluiirliru, A W. J. ELLIOT r, Proprietor, No. 1314 Gates Street, COLUMBIA, S. C. = Keeley 1 126 SMtTH-STREET, A $ COE. VANDEBH0&8T, , CHARLESTON, 8. a VWi " i ALCOHOL V. \ MORPHINE , .... J opium :. 1 TOBACCO ., 1 CIGAKBTTE < using. ; | Produce each a disease having defio ite pathology. Tt?- disease yield* easily to the Double Ciilonde Treatment as administered at the above' _ ^ Kseley Institute. N. B.?The Keeley Treatment administered in Sonth Carolina ?SY CHARLESTON. 3 AH We Ask of j ir*Y0U ; I1!?ANYTHING | -th- Machinery or Mill Supply Use T? Bfth mwa TM an AnnArtllBlhr ~ei-t XO tUdll JVU f %S UO <OU . }, :.-^ to submit our prices and make f comparisons. We ask this be- | cause we believe we can make it to . 7 YOUR advantage. TRY US. We make a-specialty of equipping IMPROVED MODERN GBC&^ag NERIES OF ANY CAPACITY J WITH THE SIMPLEST AND >4 MOST EFFICIENT COTTON 1 HANDLING ^APPARATUS IN . |f EXISTENCE-THE MURRAY SYSTEM. Correspondence with intending pur- H Leasers solicited. w. H. globes & 60.. \ COLOMBIA, S. C. ' SOUTH CAROLINA AGENCY Liddell Co., Charlotte/ N. C. ,|g A. B. FarqnharCo., Ltd., York, Pa. -m Eagle Cotton Gin Co., Bridgewater* Mass. Stranb Machinery Co., Cincinnati, Ill,&K ~4 I xtrvirrrrxm r tit to Tit \Sr iSV/lJDULXlVT AJUX-Q AJL FOR Sonstipation, f Indigestion, |lj iai Regulator ?r Kidneys, ^pp Wholesale by? 1 THE MURRAY DRUG CO., :.m Columbia, S. CJ)r. H. BAER, Charleston, S. C. J|1 ?LIFE? A vegetable for Mild, cure for Liv- the Pleasant; J er, Kidney & LIVER Sure. \W stomach troubles, and 25, SO, $L -KIDNEYS-ani I Sold wholesale by? The Murray Drug Co. Celumbi a JDr. H. Baer, Charleston, S.C, j