The ledger. [volume] (Gaffney City, S.C.) 1896-1907, August 26, 1897, Image 5
THE LEDGER: GAFFNEY. S. C., ATTOT7ST 30, 1897.
.10?,'S ACIIIXO TOOTH.
rfE ALSO HAD BOILS, BANKRUPTCY
* AND A POOL OF A WIFE.
But !l«> Finally I>«apu<!, lioily and Sunl,
I'min Hla Tronhlu*, and Kuv. l>r. Tal-
maj;.- Sliow* That Thousand 1 , of Othom
May Mo Similarly Saved.
Nr.w Vor.K, Anp. 22.—In this dis-
tourse of Dr. Taltnape is miphty imi-
conragnucnt for niiiny who consider
their own case hopeless. His text is Job
xix, 20, “I am escaped with the skin of
my teeth.”
Job had it hard. What, with boils
and bereavements and bankruptcy and
a fool of a wife he wished he was dead,
and I do not blame him. His fir 1 !}) was
gone, and his bones were dry. His teeth
wasted away until nothing but the
enamel seemed left. He cries out, ‘‘I
am escaped with the fikin of my tieth. ”
There has been some difTcrenee of
opinion about this passage. St. Jerome
and Scbnltens and Drs. Good and Poole
and Barnes have all tried their forceps
on Job’s teeth. You deny my interpre
tation and say, ‘‘What did Job know’
about the enamel of the teeth?” He
knew everything about it. Dental sur
gery is almost as old as the earth. The
mummies of Egypt thousands of years
old are found today with gold filling in
their to, tli. Ovid and Horace and Solo
mon and Moses wrote about these im
portant factors of the body. To other
provoking complaints Job I think, has
added an exasperating toothache, and,
putting Ins hand against the inflamed
face, ho says, “I au escaped with tho
skin of my teeth. ”
A very narrow escape, you say, for
Job’s body and soul, but there are thou
sands of ui, n who make just as narrow
escape for their soul. There was , time
when the partition between them and
ruin was no thicker than a tooth's
enamel, but as Job finally escaped so
have they. Thank God! Thank Godl
Saved as bj’ Fire.
Paul expresses the same idea hy a
different figure when he says that some
people are ‘‘saved as by fire.” A vessel
at sea is in flames. You go to the st, rn
of the vessel. Tho boats have shoved
off. Tho flames advance. You can en
dure the heat no longer on your face.
You slide down on the side of the ves
sel and hold on with your lingers, until
the forked tongue of the lire begins to
lick the back of your hand, and you
feel that you must fall, when one of the
lifeboats conies back, and the passengers
say they think they have room for one
more. The boat swings under you. You
drop into it—you are saved. So some
men are pursued by temptation until
they are partially consume d, but after
all get off—“saved as by lire.”
But I like the figure of Job a little
better than that of Paul, because the
pulpit lias not worn it out, and 1 want
to show you, if God will help, tiiat some
men make narrow escape for their souls
and are saved as “with tho skin of
their teeth.”
It, is as easy for some people to look
to the cross as for you to look to this
pulpit. Mild, gentle, tractable, loving,
you expect then, to become Christians.
You go over to the store and say,
‘‘Grandon joined the church yester
day.” Your business comrades say:
“That is just what might have been
expected. He always was of that turn
of mind.” In youth this person whom
I describe was always good. He never
broke things. He never laughed when
it was improper to laugh. At 7 hecould
tit an hour in church, perfectly quiet,
looking neither to the right hand nor
the left, but straight into the eyes of
the minister, as though he understood
tho whole discussion about the eternal
decrees. He never upset things nor lost
them. .He floated into the kingdom of
God eo gradually that it is uncertain
just when the matter was decided.
Uiflic uitk-M In the Way.
Hero is another one, who started in
life with an uncontrollable spirit. He
kept tho nursery in an uproar. His
mother found him walking on the edge
of the house roof to see if he could bal
ance himself. There was no horse tiiat
ho dared not ride, no tree he could uot
climb. His boyhood was a long series
of predicaments, his manhood was reck
less, Ids midlife very wayward. But
now he is converted, and you go over
to the store and say, “Arkwright joined
the church yesterday.” Your friends
say: “It is not possible. You must be
joking.” You say: “No; I tell you the
truth. He joined the church. ” Then
they reply, “There is hope for any of
us if old Arkwright has become a Chris
tian. ” In other words, we will admit
that it is more difficult for some men to
accept the gospel than for others.
I may tie preaching to seme who have
cut loose from churches and Bibles and
Sundays, and who have no intention cf
becoming Christians themselves, and
yet you may find yourself escaping be
fore you leave this house us “with the
skin of your te^th. ” I do uot expect to
waste this hour. I have seen beats go
off from Capo May or Long Branch and
drop their nets and after awhile come
ashore, pulling in the nets without hav
ing caught a single fish. It was uot a
good day, or they had not the right kind
of a net. But we expect no such exenr-
liuu to day The water is full of Tsh,
the wind is in the right direction, the
gospel net is strong. O thou who didst
help iSijiion and Andrew to fish, show
us how to cast the net on the right side
of the ship!
Some of you in coming to Grd will
have to run against skeptical notions.
It is useless for people to say sharp and
cutting things to those who reject the
Christian religion. I cannot say such
things. By what process of temptation
or trial or betrayal you have come to
your present state I know not. There
lire two gates to your nature—tiie gate
of the head and the gate of the heart.
The gate of your head is locked with
bolts and bars that an archangel could
Dot break, hut the gate of your heart
sw ings easily ou its hinges. If 1 as
saulted your body w ith weapons, you
t
l
would meet me with weapons, and it
would be sword stroke for sword stroke
and wound for wound and blood for
blond, but if I conn' and knock at tho
door of your house you open it and give
me the best seat in your parlor. If I
should come at y m now with an argu
ment, you would answer me with an |
argument; if with sarcasm, you would
auivvcr me with sarcasm — blow for !
blow, stroke for stroke—but when I
rome and knock at the door of your
heart you open it and say, “Come in,
my brother, and tell me all you know
about Christ and heaven.”
^iceHtionii Anked.
Listen to two or three questions. Are i
you as happy as you used to bo when j
you belie .ed in the truth of the Chris- ,
tiau religion? Would you like to have j
your children travel cu in the road in 1
which you are now traveling? You had j
i a relative who professed to he a Chris- j
j tian and was thoroughly consistent, liv- j
i iug and dying in the faith of the gos-
i pel. Would you not like to live the !
j same quiet life and die the same peace-
i ful death? I hold in my hand a letter,
sent me by one who has rejected the
Christian religion. It says: “I am old
enough to know that the joys and pleas
ures of life are evanescent and to real
ize the fact tiiat it must be comfortable
in old age to believe in something rela
tive to the future and to have a faith
in some system that proposes to save. 1
am free to confess that I would be hap
pier if I could exercise tho simple and
beautiful faith that is possessed by
many whom I know. I am not willingly
out of the church or out of flic faith.
My state of uncertainty is one of un
rest. Sometimes I doubt my immortal
ity and look upon tbe deathbed as the
closiug scene, after which there is noth
ing. What shall I do that I have not
done?” Ah, skepticism is a dark and
doleful land! Let me say that this Bible
is either true or false. If it be false, wo
are as well off as you; if it be true,
then which of ns is safer?
Let me also ask whethf r your trouble
has not been that you confounded Chris
tianity with the inconsistent character
of some who profess it? You are a law
yer. In your profession there are mean
and dishonest men. Is that anything
against the law? You are a doctor.
There are unskilled and contemptible
men in your profession. Is tiiat any
thing against medicine? You are a mer
chant. There are thieves and defraud
ers in your business. Is that anything
against merchandise? Behold, then, the
unfairness of charging upon Christian
ity the wickedness of its disciples. We
admit some of the charges against those
who profess religion. Some of the most
gigantic swindles of the present day
have been carried ou by members ot j
tho church.
There are men standing in the front !
rank in the churches who would uot he
trusted for £.7 without good collateral
security. They leave their business dis
honesties in th. ve stibule of the church
as they go iu and sit at the communion.
Having concluded the sacrament, they
get up, wipe the wine from their lips,
go out and take up their sins where they
left off. To serve the devil is their reg
ular work, to se rvo God a sort of play
spell. Wilh a biinday sponge they ex
pect to wipe off from their business slate
all the past week’s inconsistencies. You
have no more right to take sueli a man’s
life as a specimen of religion than you
have to take the twisted irons and split
timbers tiiat lie on the beach at Coney
Island as a specimen of an American
ship. It is time tiiat wo draw a lino be
tween religion and the frailties of those
who profess it.
Do you not fed that tho Bible, take
it all in all, is about the best book that
the world has ever seen? Do you know
any book that has as much in it? Do
you not think, upon the whole, that its
iiitlui uce lias bn n b< neficent: I come to
you with botli hands extended toward
you. In one hand i have the Bible and
in the ether hand I have nothing. This
Bible in one hand I will surrender for
ever ju^t as soon as iu my other baud
you can put a book that is l>» fter.
I invite you back into the good old
fashioned religion of your futlu rs, to
tho Cod whom they worshiped, to the
} Bible they read, to the promises tin
which they leaned, to the cross on
; which they hung their eternal expecta-
1 lions. You have uot been happy a day
Hince you swung off. You will not be
happy a minute until yon swing buck.
Great lliiulraneeii.
Again, there may be some who in the
attempt after a Christian life will have
' to run against powerful passions and
> appetites. Perhaps it is a disposition to
! anger that you have to contend against,
| and perhaps, while iu a very serious
mood, you hear of something tiiat makes
you feel that you must swear or die. 1
know’ a Christian man who was once so
exasperated that he said to a mean cus
tomer, “ I cannot swear at you myself,
for I am a member of the church, but if
you will go down stairs my partner iu
business will swear at you.” All your
good resolutions heretofore have been
torn to tatters by explosion of temper.
Now, there is no harm in getting mad
if you only get mad at sin. You need i
to bridle and saddle those hot breathed I
passions and with them ride down in- ;
justice and wrong. There are a thou- ;
sand things in the world we ought to
be mad at There is no barm in getting i
redhot if you only bring to tbe forge
; that which needs hammering. A man
; who has no power of righteous indig- i
nation is an imbecile.. But U* sun it is
I a right'-ousindignation and not a petu- :
; lancy tiiat bluis and unravels and de- i
plotes tiie soul.
There is a largo class of persona in
midlife who have still in them appetites
that were aroused in early manhood, at
a time when they prided themselves ou '
being a “little fast,” “high livers,”
I “free and easy,” “hail hllows well
toct.” They are now paying in com
pound interest for troubles they collect
ed 20 years ago. Some of you are trying :
to escape, ami you will, yet very uar- 1
rowly, “as w;th the skin of your teeth. ” j
God and your own soul only know what
| tbe struggle is. Omnipotent grace Mas
I
pulled out many n soul that was deeper
iu the mire than you are. They line the
beach of heaven—the multitude whom
God has resjued from the thrall of sui
cidal habits. If you this day turn back
on the wrong and start anew, God will
help you. Oh. the weakness of human
help! Men will sympathize for awbilo
ami then turn you off. If you ask for
their pardon, they will give it and say
they will try you again; hut, falling
away again under the power of teuipta
tion* they cast you off forever. But God
forgives seventy times seven; yea, sev
en hundred times; yea, though this be
tho ten thousandth time, ho is more
earnest, nioro sympathetic, more help
ful this last time than when you took
your first minstep.
If with all tho influences favorable
for a right life men make so many mis
takes, how much harder is it when, for
instance, some appetite thrusts its iron
grapple into tho roots of the tongue and
pulls a man down with hands of de
struction? If, under such circumstances,
he break away, there will be no sport
in the undertaking, no holiday enjoy
ment, but a struggle in which the
wrestlers move from side to side and
bend and twist and watch for au oppor
tunity to get in a heavier stroke, until
with one final effort, iu which the mus
cles are distended and the veins stand
out and tho blood starts, the swarthy
habit falls under tiie knee of the victor
—escaped at last us “with the skin cf
his teeth. ”
Kear m Watery Grave.
The ship Emma, bound from Gctton-
burg to Harwich, was sailing on when
tbe man on the lookout saw something
that he pronounced a vessel bottom up.
There was something ou it that looked
like a sea gull, but was afterward found
to be a waving handkerchief. In the
small boat the crew pushed out to the
wreck and found that it was a capsized
vessel, and that three men had been
digging their way out through the bot
tom of the ship. When tiie vessel cap
sized, they had no meausof escape. The
captain took his penknife and dug away
through the planks until his knife broke.
Then an old nail was found, with which
they attempted to scrape their way up
out of the darkness, each one working
until his hand was well uigh paralyzed,
and he sank hack faint and sick. After
long and tedious work the light breke
through the bottom of the ship. A hand
kerchief was hoisted. Help came. They
were taken ou beard the vessel and
saved. Did ever nun come so near a
watery grave without dropping into it?
How narrowly they escaped—escaped
only “with the skin of their teeth.”
There are men who have be< u capsized
of evil passions ami capsized inidoeean,
and they are a thousand miles away
from any shore of help. They have for
years been trying to dig their way out.
They have been digging away and dig
ging away, hut they can never be deliv
ered unless now they will hoist some sig
nal of distress. However weak and feeble
it may be, Christ will see it uni bear
down upon the helpless cruft and take
them on board, and it will be known ou
earth and in heaven how narrowly they
escaped—“escaped as with the skin of
their teeth. ’’
There are othirs who in attempting
to come to God must run between a
great many business perplexities. If a
man go over to business at lOo’clock in
the morning and come away at ii o’clock
in the afternoon, he has some tinin for
religion, but how shall you find time
for religious contemplation when you
are driven from sunrise to sunset and
have been for five years going behind
in business and are frequently dunned
by creditors whom you cannot pay, and
whin from Monday morning until Sat
urday night you are dodging hills that
you cannot meet? You walk day by
day in uncertainties that have kept
your brain on fire for the past three
yours, tkune with less business troubles
than you have gone crazy. The clerk
has heard a noise iu tho back counting
room and gone iu and found the chief
man of the firm a raving maniac, or the
wife has heard the hang of a pistol in
the back parlor ana gone in, stumbling
over tho dead body of her husband—a
suicide. There are men pursued, har
assed, trodden down and sculped of
business perplexities, and which way
to turn next they do not know. Now
God will not he hard ou you. lie knows
what obstacles are iu the way of your
being a Christian, and your first effort
in tho right direction he will crown
with success. Do not let satan, with
cotton baits, and kegs, and hogsheads,
and counters, and stocks of unsalable
goods, block up your w’ay to heaven.
Gather up all your energies. Tighten
the girdle about your loins. Take au
agonizing look into tbe face of God,
aiid then say, “Here goes one grand
effort for life eternal,” and then bound
away for heaven, escaping “as with
the skin of your teeth.”
In the last day it will bo found tiiat
Hugh Latimer, and John Knox, and
Hush, and Btdley were uot the greatest
martyrs, but Christian men who went
up incorrupt from the coutaniiiiations
and perplexities of Pennsylvania ave
nue, Broad street, State street and
Third street. On earth they were called
brokers, or stock jobbers, or retailers,
or importers, but iu heaven Christian
heroes. No fagots were heaped about
their feet; no inquisition demanded
from them recantation; no soldier
aimed a piko at their heert, but they
had mental tortures compared with
which all physical consuming is us tho
breath of a spring morning.
Sliakcn Faith.
I find in the community a large class
of men who have been so cheated, so
lied about, so outrageously wronged,
that they have lost their faith in every-
thing. In a world where everything
seems so topsy turvy they do not see iiow
there can be any God. They are con
founded ami frenzied and misanthropic.
Elaborate arguments to prove to them
the trutli of Christianity or the truth
of anything else touch them nowhere.
Hear me, all such men. I preach to you
no rounded periods, no ornami-utal dis
course, but put my hand ou your shoul
der and invite yon into the peace of the
gospel. Here is a rock on which you
may stand firm, though the waves dash
against it harder than the Atlantic,
pitching its surf clear above Eddystono
lighthouse. Do not eharge upon God all
these troubles of the world. As long as
the world stuck to God God stuck to the
world, hut the earth seceded from his
government, arid lienee all those out
rages and all these woes. God is good.
For many hundreds of years he has been
coaxing the w orld to come hack to him,
but tiie more he has coaxed the more
violent have men been iu their resist
ance, and they have stepped back and \
stepp* d back until they have dropped !
into ruin.
Try this God, ye who have had the
bloodhounds after you, and who h e
thought that God had forgotten you. 3 ry
him and see if he will not help. Iry
him and s<e if he w ill uot pardon. Try
him and see if he will not save. The
flowers of spring have no bloom so
sweet as the flowering of Christ's affec
tions. The sun hath no warmth com
pared with the glow of his heart. The
waters have no refreshment like the
fountain that will slake the thirst of
thy soul. At the moment the reindeer
stands w ith his lip and nostril thiustin
the cool mountain torrent, the hunter
may be coming through the thicket.
Without ciackliug a stick under his
foot, he conics close by tho stag, aims
his gun, draws the trigger, and the poor
thing rears in its death agony and falls
backward, its ante rs crashing ou the
rocks. But the punting hart that drinks
from the water brooks of God’s promise
shall never be fatally wounded and shall
never die.
The World’s Anathema.
This world is a poor portion for your
soul, O business maul Au eastern
king had graven on his tomb two fingers,
represented as sounding ou each other
with u snap, and under them the motto,
“All is not worth that.” Apicius Cce-
lius hanged himself because his stew
ard informed him that he had only
£80,000 sterling left. All of this world’s
riches make hut a small inheritauee for
a soul. Robespierre attempted to win
the applause of the world, hut when he
was dying a woman came rushing
through the crowd, crying to him,
“Murderer of my kindred, descend to
hell, covered with tho curses of every
mother in France!” Many who havo
expected the plaudits of the world have
died under its anathema maranatha.
Oil, find your peace in God! Make
one strong pull for heaven. No half
way w’ork will do it. There sometimes
comes a time on shipboard when every
thing must be sacrificed to save tiie
passengers. The cargo is nothing, the
rigging nothing. Tiie captain puts the
trumpet to his lip and shouts, “Cut
away the mast!” Some of you have
been tossed and driven, and you have,
in your effort to keep the world, well
uigh lost your soul. Until you have de
cided this matter let everything else go.
Overboard w ith all those other anxieties
and burdens. You will have to drop the
sails of your pride and cut away the
mast. With one earnest cry for help put
your cause into the hand of him who
helped Paul out of the breakers of Me-
lita, and who, above the shrill blast of
the wrathicst tempest that ever black
ened the sky or shook the ocean, can
hear the faintest implorutiou for mercy.
I shall close this sermon feeling that
some of you who have considered your
case as hopeless w ill take heart again,
and that w ith a blood red earnestness,
such as you have never experienced be
fore, you will start for tho good land
of the gospel—at last to look hack, say
ing: “What a great risk I ran! Almost
lost, but saved! Just got through, and
no morel Escaped by the skin of my
teeth.”
A I’atlietie IncidcRt.
“I have heard and read more pathetic
storiec,” said Senator Hoar the other
day, “but none of them ever awoke so
much sad sympathy as one which Pro
fessor Gulluudct related. The professor
has a favorite pupil—u little deaf muto
boy, exceptionally bright. Mr. Gallau-
det asked him if he knew the story of
George Washington and the cherry tree.
With his nimble fingers the little one
said he did, and then proceeded to re
peat it. The noiseless gesticulations
continued until the boy had informed
the professor of the elder Washington's
discovery of the mutilated tree and of
his quest for the mutilator. ‘When
George’s father asked him who hacked
his favorite cherry tree,’ signaled the
voiceless child, ‘George put his hatchet
iu his left hand’— Stop,’ interrupted
the professor. ‘Where did you get your
authority for saying ho took the hatchet
in his left hand?’ ‘Why,’ responded the
boy, ‘he needed his right hand to toll
his father that he cut the tree.’”—
New’ Orleans Times-Democrat.
SOLD WEATHER YARNS.
tioavoa from tho Experiences
Army Offlcora.
of
(low a Ilram of St. I.ouIh YVJil*Ujr
Canacd a Soldlcr'i* IJculli—Irlclen
t sod n» SnbatitatCH for lleuv>’
Steel Nall*.
“No, I didn’t,” protested the lioutcn-
Inl ut the Army and Navy club at
ft inshington.
“Didn’t what?” inquired a captain
icming in with, a i'rosty sheen on uia
deh, dark whiskers.
“Why, these follows hero say I said
he cold was so intense out iu the north
west one winter that 1 sur, the candle
lames freeze stiff, and the farmers sold
hem for straw berries.”
“Didn’t you say it?” inquired the cap-
■ain, kindly.
“No, sir; I dki not.”
"Then I’ll say it for you, sir. It hap
pened w hen I was out there 20 years
ago, and then again when I was there
th rec years ago. That Seine w interone
ef my men w as frozen to death in a pe
culiar manner. I w as going to send him
ten miles to the railroad station, and,
the day lieing sharper than usual, I
I gave him a big drink of some w hisky
l had in my tent. He took a tremen
dous long dram and started away. A
half hour later I remembered it w as St.
Louis whisk j’ and at onee feared the
worst and sent our surgeon after him.
But alas! it was too late. A post mor
tem examination showed that the
whisky was frozen solid, thus causing
death.”
“How sad,” sighed a. retired colonel
who had yean* of experience in tho
rorthwest, wiping his eyes. “I almost
bad an even more dire disaster than
that happen to my whole force on one
occasion. I was a lieutenant at the
time, and was out with ten men on a
scouting expedition in January. We
were on t he w ay back and had reached
a jHiint not far from the post wihe.re
some planks had been piled Lip with
which to build a shack ns soon as spring
opened. We were not more than 2U miles
from the post, and went into camp so
as to get a good, early start, in the morn
ing and reach home lie fore da rk. We
used the planks for extra shelter be-
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STRANGE SOAP BUBBLES.
StrlkliiK Beene \Yline*«ed In (tie
l*en iin> i« nn lu OH Ili-Kinn.
About half a mile above Franklin, up
the Erie railroad tracks, sa\ s the Oil
City Blizzard, is to be seen one of the
most curious sights in this country and
one which the reporter would not !*•*-
i lievc existed until lie went there with
a friend.
. Approaching a small, sluggish stream
we were surprised tosee rising from t he
surface of the water a number of
j bubbles, which glistened in the sub
like glass. It was a beautiful sight.
I The iridescent spheres, revolving s.vift-
ly after the manner of soap bubbles.
J !
Trashy Medicines.
Many such flood the market. Bo
tanic Blood Balm is a eonscieiitiou-dy
compounded medicine, the result of
forty years’ practice by an eminent
physician. It ia the best blood pu
rifier ever offered to the public, and
is guaranteed to cure if given u fair
trial. Try it for a!) skin and blood
diseases, including catarrh and rheu
matism in its worst form. One bot
tle of it contains more curative and
building-up virtue than a dozen of
any other kind. Price ^1.00 per
large bottle.
HOW IT STANDS AT HOME.
Our retail demand is such tiiat we
buy Botanic Blood Halm (B. B. B.) in
gross lots. It sells well and gives
our customers entire satisfaction.
Our sales have increased 500 per cent,
within a few months. We attribute
its rapid sale to its size, price and
merit. We are selling four or five
bottles of ii to oxk of any other
| preparation of the kind. It lias
failed in no instuuce to give entire
satisfaction.
Jacobs’ Piiaumacy.
Per Fred B. Palmer, M. I).,
Atlanta, Ga.
Fohjmlc by Cherokee Drug Co.
gjijijp
USING ICICLES FOR NAILS,
cause it wa.s bitter cold and getting
colder every minute, w ith indications of
a blizzard. At the first streak of day
the wind was blowing a gale, and b\ tho
time it was light there was a hurricane
and the boards were flying every which
way. Tents couldn’t stand it at all, and
Jiad gone long ago. and it look, d very
much as if the whole squad would b'>
frozen right there. If we eouhl have
built a hut of the boards we might
have stood a chance, but there wasn’t a
nail within 20 milosof us, and the only
hummers we had were our bayonets.
Necessity, however, is the mother of in
vention, and during a lull in tiie storm
I noticed some sharp lit tie icicles on tiie
roots under a sheltered bank, a foot or
so above the little stream that ran by.
At once I got one of them, and, taking
the hilt of my sword for it hummer, I
found I could drive it intothe plank.
“’Saved!’ I yelled, and at onee gave
the command for all hands to hustle
ihotse planks together while the lull
lasted and to gather in ail the icicles
obtainable and nail the boards up with
them. The men thought 1 was crazy
for a minute, but only for a minute,
end then with a hurrah they went for
planks, icicles and Ixiyonets, ami in 15
or 20 minutes we hail nailed together
a shack three or four feet high so the
wind couldn’t strike it so hard, and
wide enough for all of us. \Ye got into
it just in time, for presently tin- storm
came again and it was something ter
rific. Twenty-four hours later it
seemed quiet outside and I made an in
vestigation and discovered that we were
tinder about six feet of snow, but we
were all right, as the wind had fallen
and the sky was clear, though it was in
tensely cold. We got out at onee, and,
after a terrific day’s march, we reached
the post. Four weeks later I w ent back
to our camp. Salvation camp, we called
it, and found that those icicles watc
still frozen t > hard that they held the
shack together fully as well ;o i.ailsof
the same size would have done.”
Nobody after that said a word—-words
seemed so inadequate.
Wnnlctl to EI-iis In Ctmri.
At Louisville a tenor singer w ho sued
a theater manager fur breach of con
tract demanded a jury of musicians in
in order that they might be competent
to judge of the quality of Irs voice, os
lie intended to sing for evidence.
. •
AVIe-rc you rstu Invest ii.oncv ni »p- profltii-
1 Ii *t ii hy buy In;.- i t.oilfe < if Pun unv
AsH lilTTKKH. you ue: four for one. A Ulrl-
iiey medicine, a livertoiile.stouuu’li relict h-
euer ami Isiwel eiei.-iv t I ..ui medicine#
for one dollttr. Sol I l y Cherokee brut’ i n.
^ «•#- *
IHce’s Oootc (ireri-e I. imil-nt. cures sill
aches and puln*. sold iind -'uh run teed hy
< 'ii ► inikrn but'u to.
To Cure t'r>n*tl|>fitlon Forever,
Take Casts'll«ls Candy Cathnrtic We or 25c.
If C. C. C. fait locuro, driiHnisi# refund money.
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1 f Klco Goose Grease don’t cure your ache#
and pulns, hum#, bruiee# and hpr.tlri' 1 . we
puy you money bark.
Dn run Paco Co.
floated rapidly upward, some breaking*
at a height of ten or twenty feet, otheys
soaring away above the tree tops and
out of sight, resembling, more than
anything else, gorgeous toy balloonn
These bubbles were all sizes, from an*
inch in diameter to more than a foot.
They were apparently much stronger
and a great deal more brilliant than oe^-
dinary soap bubbles.
A gas line and an oil line had passed!
under the run at this point, w ithin a few
inches of each other, and in each pipei
was a small leak. The digging and re
filling of the trenches hod made u dim
which held a few barrels of stagnant
water. There was some alkali in this
muddy bottom, which, in combination,!
with the oil, formed saponule, a kind!
of soap. This, while not being a per
fect soap, was sufficiently saponaceoiur
and cohesive to make beautiful bubbles!
when churned by the escaping gas.,
The fact that the bubbles were full dfl
gas caused them to ascend more swifts
ly and the presence of the oil madm
them .more brilliant, many colored andi
unusually beautiful. The bubbles are.J
rising constantly and can be seen Irfl
anyone w ho desires to take a walk ousf
to where they are. ,
1 he strength of these bubbles may bo,
imagined from the fact that smattj
twigs, leaves, etc., had l>een floatingoin
the surface, of the water and were car
ried up in the large bubbl-vs.
THIS PIG CAME BACK.
Fonnil Its Way Home AI(!:mujk1i Catw,
rlo«l Oflf in a Hnsket.
“I’ve heard often of eats coming,
back,” said a New Jersey man to a New-,
York Sun reporter, “but 1 never but*
once heard of a pig’s corning back. Thisj
pig was sold ou a farm to a man from ^
neighboring village, who put it in it:
covered basket, shut th-- lids down tight-
and fastened them, put the basket iua.
wagon and drove off down a road tiiat.
had sharp turns in it, so that it wa*,
something like a pair of steps, to the-
village, about half a mile away, where*
he put the pig iu a pen. This w as in
morning.
“Running through the farmer’s land.:
in some low ground toward tiie village.,
there was a brook, wil h a boggy meadow
ou either side of it. li- yond the brook.
FFRUGOLINQ OVER TIIE DOGS.
the ground rose again, so that the vtf-i
lage was on higher ground; and tb«r
farmer's house and barns were on higher
ground on his side.
“Standing by the house that after*
noon, and happening to look dow n over
the wet meadow, the farmer saw some
thing struggling over the hogs, tiomtri
times on top of one, sometimes fa!!inf
dow n lietween, but keeping coming aH!
the time; it was the little pig that he had!
sold in the morning. It had get out ofi
the i*en in w hich it had been placed bn
tiie village, and had somehow gott
started in the right direction and gofc
clear of the village, had comedown th»-
slope on the other aide of the brook, nmii
had crossed the brook and flou’ideredj
through the bogs, and was now iiia!.in(p
straight tor home. It was wet through
and covered with mud, but it got thenj
all right.
“This little pig had never been ouM
of its j>en before, and how it found iter
way back I never could understand.’*
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Are y-ui dyspi-ptle? If you arc ultlletM
, willi ILK (lUtri -Yliijr ronipUllit it nuy 4c-
i you Rood to Ic.ini that I’mem.Y Asm m*
' tkks Is a prompt .-Hid ntilii-.-il --iim- for It IF
. strt-nRthen# the Mtoniaeli and di<esti<Bt/iwb-
! uliitcs the liver, lo-als tin- kl-lm y#. Mid hy
Its ligrei-Hhlc cathartic effect It lonpi B-y-mmI
purith-n the In-W- Is. I'l-MMMIIt ta*l!l:( .irid
effective, hold by Gberok-I liruif - ■
Don't Totiarro Spit amt sm-Ar Vnnr life Away.
To quit tot-arco easily and fore-.hr. lie wf
netic. full of hfe. nerve and . iio-r, take Note-
Use. the wonderworker, that make* '**1: tuna
atronc- All druggist*, Mi-or II. Curcgtnua»>
teed UooUltl and simple free Addr
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