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*f ■ '''’"■' >'> TALMAGE SERMON «e By Rev. TRANK DE WITT TALMAGE. D.D.. Pastor of Jefferson Park Presby terian Ohurch, Chicago Chicagio, Oct. 19.—The tender affec tion of a mother for her child is used by Rev. Frank De Witt Talmage as a symbol of the divine Jove for the hu man race in this sermon on the text Isaiah Ixvi, 13, “As one whom his mother comfortoth, so will I comfort you.” Washington Irving has aptly been called the father of American litera ture. but among all the writings of the wizard </f Sunnyside there is not a chapter more trenchantly powerful than that on “The Art of Bookmak- iug.” In it the author pictures him self asleep and dreaming in the library of the British museum. His head is pillowed upon a pile of musty tomes. While he dreams he sees the different authors of the present day poring over the manu scripts of the ancient libraries and making ample notes and verbatim cop ies of the same and, indeed, going so far as to cut entire leaves from tbe books of a Beaumont, a Fletcher, a Pollock and a Ben Jouson. Then tbe • dreamer sees these modern authors pasting together the verbatim excerpts and the stolen leaves Juto new vol umes and printing their own names upon the title pages. These literary piracies continue until at last the cry •of “Thieves! Thieves!” is •raised. Then there is a great hubbub and scurrying .among the modern authors because the ancient writers whose faces .and bodies are pictured within the quaint, old fashioned frames hanging upon the •walls of the British museum are changed into flesh and blood, ready to ftnatch tbe new books out of tbe bands of tbe kidnapers and to claim them as tbe offsprings of their own brain, some of them born centuries upon centuries ago. The.obvious moral of tbe imaginative tale is that there is nothing nqw under the sun. No man, woman or child, no matter how intelligent, can ever 19y claim to true originality. We are ail, physically and mentally, as well as spiritually, reproductions of other lives. We are nil combinations of other people’s thoughts and desires and ac tions, even as tbe walls of an ancient palace are often huge mosaics of many different stones cut from many dif ferent quarries. While many have . contributed to make us what we are, the largest contribution is tbe maternal one. How much of all that is good and pure iu our nature do we owe to our mothers! How much of all the peace and comfort we have enjoyed do we owe to their wise and loving ministry! It is this fact, which we all recognize, that tbe prophet uses to impress on us tbe love and kindness of God. No simile could he have used so effective as that in my text, ‘‘As one whom his mother comforteth.'’ The Christian Mother. The words of my text have for many of us a very tender and reverent appli cation. The greatest lessons of a sac rificing and a forgiving love have been learned by most of us from tbe now si lent lips of our Christian mothers. Though your mother may have beeu dead for ten or twenty years, yet you remember as though it were yesterday how tenderly she cured for you when you were a little child. You remember bow she nursed you through that long fit of sickness when you were about fifteen, and every time she left the room you would call: “Mother, mother! Where is mother?” You well remem ber how she placed her hand upon your shoulder and looked long and earnestly Into your eyes the day j’ou left for the great city or college, as though she were trying to make up her mind whether she could trust you away from home. You also remember how, when a man grown, you had that great trouble In life, and your chief desire was to get back to the old home stead and tell mother. And. alas, you well remember the dark day when you carried her out to gently let her body down into the open grave, when you laid her away to sleep among the spring flowers or when you covered her up under tbe soft quilt of spotless snow, the purest, geutlest, noblest, most forgiving and helpful of human companions was forever taken from your side. Rememberiug all this love and devotion, we realize the force of the metaphor which Isaiah, the proph et, uses when, seeking to show bow tenderly God loves and cares for his children, be takes the gentle, maternal Influence which has done so much to develop our physical and mental and spiritual life and says, “As one whom bis mother comforteth, so will I com fort you.” The Divine Being shows tbe love of a mother In wanting to be the com forter of all the young folks who are preparing for tbe great struggle of life. Tbe mother wants to be tbe In spiring friend of her boys and girls during the long years of immaturity, when tbe world at large Is sneering at them and laughing at their ambitions, as though they were the mere out growths of a foolish and a visionary brain. She wants to be the friend of the young men and the young women during those school days when they have no earning capacity and when they are entirely dependent upon others for financial support The strug gle of life even under the best condi tions Is a bard one, but that strug gle doee not commence, as some people suppose, when the young man stands with a diploma In band on the gradaaflag day from school or college. At commence* away back in tbe “earlj ’teeas.” It commences with the young girl’s failure who is trying for the prize iu ti e schoolroom. It commences with the disappointments of the play ground. It commences with those Ut ile youthful -sorrows and trials which the boy and the girl can tell to no one but mother. Yes, the mother’s comfort which is given to the young folks is an all important comfort. It is such a necessary comfort that many of us, when we were young, often could not go to sleep because of our weepiug until we beard her foot moving across our bedroom floor and felt her gentle hand upon our cheek and heard her soft voice saying: “Never mind, my boy! It will come out all right. I will speak to your i>apa about the matter, and 1 know he will let us do what you want.” God pity the man who never had the gentle influence of a comforting mother during the days of childhood or of young manhood! God pity the noy who never knew the holy joy of having his tears wiped away by a mother’s hand after he had been hurt upon the bailground! The U«ya’ Divine Friend. God. as the divine mother, today wants to be the companion and the comforting friend and savior of ail the uoys and the girls and the young folks. As Christ once turned and re buked his disciples, who tried to crowd away the young people from his side, and said. “Suffer the little children to icome unto me, and forbid them not, for of such is Gie kingdom of heaven,” cio today he bids the children come to him, and clamber up into his lap, and nestle as little Lambs against the warm, loving heart of the Good Shepherd. Christ today longs to be the divine friend of the Iwy swinging the bat, and of the girl dressing the doll, as well as the divine friend of the young men and women in the school and college. Do you realize, oh. mother, that God loves your children with n love more Intense than tnat which fills your hc&rt? If you have not made your children understand tills, if you have never sought to impart to them the sweet fellowship and holy joy which can bind their hearts to him, you have been derelict In your duty, you have not really consecrated them to Christ’s service. Teach them how tenderly God loves them, and they will learn to love, honor and trust him as they love, honor ana trust you. Comforter of tbe Sinner. The Diviue Being is like a mother, too. in wanting to be tbe forgiving comforter of all who have gone astray. When u man does wrong and persists in doing wrong, nearly all the world will turn against him. First, as a rule, the sinner's retribution is found in his employer’s anger, when he is dismissed from the store. When a man has sin ned once, or even twice, his employer may forgive him. But when be ap- l*ears at the store intoxicated the third or fourtli time then ^mes the per emptory order that he iThst go at once to the cashier’s oflice and receive what is owing him and forever leave the establishment. Then his friends are apt to turn against him. Then his brothers and sisters and children and father aud even his wife do the same. But though nearly all the human race will turn against a sinner, as a rule, there Is one human being, if she is alive, wno will never cease to reach after the prodigal. That person, as you all kuow before I speak her name, is the siuuer’s mother. The young man may sin not only seven times, but sev enty times seven; he may be so worth less in the eyes of the world that all his oid friends may come to that moth er aud say her son is not worth being saved, be may be so useless that even tbe father may order tbe son out of tbe home and disown and disinherit him, but the mother will cling aud con tinue to cling to her boy. If she thought that thereby she could give her sou one more chance for repentance, she would sell the clothes out of her wardrobe if necessary, she would move out of her line home and go to work, she would sell her jewelry and eveu her wedding ring. She would go to the extent of giving up her life if she could only save her boy. In Imagination we can picture a scone tbe like of which is riightly hap pening in thousands of homes. It is about 2 or 3 o’clock in tbe morning. All the rooms are darkened in the home except one. There the light Is steadily burning in the bedroom. Every little while a woman, prematurely gray and feeble on account of mental suf fering, comes to the window aud raises the curtain and places an anxious face agalust tbe paue. Then she goes back to a chair and wrings her bands. Then she kneels by her sofa and offers an earnest prayer. She cries and begins to put on her hat and cloak. The man who Is sleeping in tbe bed is roused by tbe opening of the closet door, and be says: “Mother, why don’t you come to bed? It is useless for you to fret and cry away your life over that worthless boy.” “Oh, husband,” she answers, “1 cannot give him up. He was so band- some and good to me before tbo evil companions got hold of him. It is not my baby boy, Harry, that is so bad to bis mother. It is sin, awful sin. And if, by tbe help of God, I can get sin out of bis heart, he will be tbe same loving child that be used to be. I am golug out into tbe storm to try to bunt him up.” The Mother’s Pardoning Love. Just then there Is a quick ring at tbe bell Tbe motber rushes downstairs and throws open tbe door. With that two young men drag tbe Intoxicated son into tbe ball and disappear like evil spirits into tbe darkness. There Is a deep gash over tbe young man’s fore head. Ills face Is covered with blood. Tbe terror stricken woman throws her self down by tbe prostrate form and begins to wipe away tbe blood as she cries: ”Ob, my boy, my boy! lly sin ful, sinful boy!” When tbe young man begins to regain consciousness from bis drunken stupor, he turns and sees her tearful .face binding over him. Then, realizing the awfulneKs of his sin and bow he is breaking her heart, he says: ‘■Mother, why do you love me? Why do you not turn your back upon me as every one else is doing?” “Because, my son,” she answers, “I know that it is not yourself who is breaking my heart aud killing me. It is sin! And I also know that if I can only bring you to know my Saviour he will give you Strength to overcome your sin, and you will be the same loving boy you used to be. No, Harry, I will .never leave you or turn my L ack upon you, no mat ter how you make me suffer, ufltil I cau bring you to Christ.” Like a divine mother, God never turns his back up on ids erring children who have gone astray. The farther we have wandered the more the Divine Comforter is will ing do go after us. He is ready to do even more for our salvation and eter nal rescue than our own earthly moth ers are willing to do. In the psalm ist’s own words we read, “When my father and my mother forsake me, then the Lord will take me up,” or, as the revised version more beautifully expresses it, “Then the Lord will gath er me up.” Ye wayward, sinful chil dren, can ye not look upon the face of your God and see there a face illu mined with the tender, forgiving and pardoning love of a comforting moth er? Like the divine mother, God wants to be tbe comforter of all those who have made temporal failure-of life—of those whose early ambitions have been as completely shattered and wrecked as were the ships in Apia harbor when the Samoan tornado drove them upon the rock*. He wants to be tbe •com forter of those who have had to face a bankruptcy court or who have bad the dearest desires of their hearts .an nihilated. He wants to be the com forter of practically the whole human race for temporal troubles that sooner or later come to about everybody. Treaaarea of Hearven. Thus all the troubled and tbe sorely disappointed of earth should take great comfort out of tbe thought that God’s love for them Is like that of a divine mother. They should be able to look at all worldly things, whether good or ill, as did the Maori chief, who, though born in a New Zealand mud hut, could turu to tbe Duke of Devonshire when he was being shown one of tbe most beautiful palaces of the world aud say, “This palace is not as beautiful as the mansion which my heavenly Father has bullded for me.” .Though the troubled Christians maybe clothed in rags, yet they should feel that they are rich, because God, as a heavenly mother, has prepared for them the wedding garments with which they shall be robed iu the heavenly banquet halls at the King’s marriage. Though they may be poor, yet they should feel, like the invalid son going home to his earthly parent, that nil the treasures of heaven shall be forever theirs. God, like a divine mother, wants to be the comforter of his children In their last earthly sicknesses as well as when he is bending over them in their cradles. He wants to be tbe comfort er of the dying invalid when he utters the agonizing moan, “I cannot stand this pain any longer,” ns well as the comforter of the little child who is sit ting for the first time In her Sunday class. Ho wants to be tbe comforter of nil those who have been disappoint ed in life aud who when they come to die may be gladdened by seeing him, feeling like the old statesman, Henry Clay, who in his last moments looked up with a sweet smile and cried, “Moth er, mother!” Ah, In that hour we shall need a mother's love ns much as does the schoolboy who romps into the hall way calling to the cook, “Mary, where Is mother?” And this simile is true because of all times when a motber chieliy longs to be by tbe side of her child it is when that child is dying. When the eldest son of Queen Alex andra was sick unto death, the then Princess of Wales had hundreds of trained and most skillful nurses who would gladly have auawered to her call. But day and night, for three long weeks, the mother of the Duke of Clarence never left his side. It was her royal hand that smoothed the sheets. It was her arm that lifted the fevered head. It was her lips that gave the last kiss, as the Immortal spirit sped from the pain racked form. Yes, the mother, the true earthly mother, wants to be the last comforter by the side of her dying child. It was In or der to satisfy this maternal desire that Princess Alice, the daughter of Queen Victoria, disobeyed the orders of the physicians, and. bending over the bed that was reeking with the diphtheritic germs, kissed her baby girl farewell and at the same time pressed her own lips against the hot lips of death. Prin cess Alice laid down her life on ac count of that maternal kiss. So God, as a divine mother, Is always by the deathbeds of his children. The Tranacei dent Triumph. God, like the divine mother, specially loves to hover around the deathbed of his children, because he can there prove to us that “it is not all of death to die, nor all of life to live,” and that death can be swallowed up in victory. He can prove it to those who have ac cepted his love and his sacrifice for their sins, ns John Simeon proved It to bis children when he himself was dy ing. In Imagination, the departing saint raised himself and, looking back, cried out: “Who are you?” “Sorrow!” “Who are you?” “Sighing!” Then stretching his hands upward, the dy ing saint cried out again: “And who are you?” “Joy.” “Aud who are you?” “Gladness!” Then, with a seraphic smile, the dying Christian again cried out: “Farewell, Sorrow. Farewell, Sighing. Farewell, Mortal Life. Wel come, Joy. Welcome, Gladness. Wel come, Eternal Heaven.” If an earthly mother would long to be tbe comforter of her dying boy, surely Jesus longs to be bealde bis believing aud trusting chU^en at their departure, to tell them •of the hope anfl the Joy and tbe tran- iscendent triumph which await their heavenly translation. But 1 may be talking about a love which some of .you have never knowu, and there may be some young men here who never knew what it was to possess a mother’s love. I remember, a short time after my ewu mother's funeral, I stood for a loug while with tear stained checks studying a picture called “The Mother’s Vacant Chair.” The scene was a workingman's home. The gn'sit, broad chested mechanic sat at tbe head of the supper table, de jectedly holding a little baby in bis arms, who was laughingly reaching out for his bowl of milk. Four or five other little children were gathered about, laughing and playing, and also reaching for the food ui«on the table. Not one of those little ones realized in any way tbe awful loss to them of the form that had once filled that mother’s chair save, perhaps, the eldest girl, about thirteen years of age. As 1 stood before that picture, with a sob •choking my throat, I said: “God help me to bear my t audio. But my be- jeavewent of a dear, noble, Christian .mother is as nothing compared to the Joss to those children, who, wheu they .grow up. will never know the joy of experiencing a mother’s love.” God’s Love Symbolised. Yes, perhaps you are one of those unfortunates who never knew a moth er's love. Though .her affections were so intense that your coming was her meat and drink, bar hope by day and her prayer by night, yet hardly had yon come into the world when she passed away. She really gave up her life for you. Ouce iu awhile, with a longing to find out something about the height and depth of a mother’s love, you may go to some gray haired old lady and say: “Tell me something about uiy mother. You knew her well and were her bridesmaid wheu she was married.” Then that gray haired lady will go over all the past. She wil] tell you what a gentle, loving face your mother had. She will tell you how her eyes lighted up when you were first placed in her arms and she looked at you and said: “My baby, my baby, my little baby! God bless my baby!” Then that gray haired lady will tell you bow your mother’s strength never came back again after you were born. They took her south, hoping that the sunny skies would make her strong again, but only tbe warm sunshine of that eternal city to which she went ever worked her cure. As the old lady talks you look at your mother’s picture again and again and try to imagine her love for you. But. young man, you cannot do that auy more than a blind bat or a ground mole can fully appreciate the colors of a butterfly’s wing or the re flection of a dewdrop. So in order to symbolize God’s love to you, a sinful man, .who never knew what it was to have a mother’s love, I would tell you that it is a greater love than the com bined loves of a father, a wife, chil dren, brothers and sisters aud friends. It is a love so deep that uo line can fathom it, so high that no bird’s wing can overfly it, so wide that no mathe matician can circumscribe it. And all this love of our earthly mother is only an infinitesimal part of the love which today God, like a divine mother, is ready to pour out of his forgiving heart for you. Joy of Keitentance. But perhaps I can better illustrate what your dead mother's love was to you by telling you of an incident which happened in the life of a very dear friend of mine. When 1 started out in the ministry, I was the assistant of the Rev. Loyal Young Graham, D. D., of Philadelphia. When Dr. Gra ham, as a young mau, was being or dained for the Christian ministry. Rev. Dr. Loyal Young, one of the most emi nent ministers of western Pennsylva nia in his day, was preaching the or dination sermon. There he told this story for the first time. “Many years ago,” said he, “a beautiful young wom an of the congregation I was at the time serving lay dying. When I made my last call upon her, she bade every one else leave the room. Then she lifted her little baby boy up aud placed him iu my arms as she said: ‘Dr. Young. I am going to die. I want you to kneel and offer a consecration pray er. I want you to consecrate this boy to the ministry of the Lord Jesus and to the sendee of my Master. I am giving up my life for my baby. Now, sir, I want to give my baby to the sendee of my Christ. This is a dying mother’s wish. I do not want you ever to tell of this consecration until the day my little baby has grown into a strong man and is being ordained to the Christian ministry.’ I am here to night,” said Dr. YdSug, “to fulfill my plqdge. That baby who was conse crated to the Divine Master’s service is the young man we are ordaining to night. Loyal Young Graham is that boy. May bis motber in heaven, who gave her life for her child, be witness of this holy scene.” Sinful man sitting before me today, are you the son of a Christian mother? Whether she is alive now or dead, her love for you was or Is Just as great ns Loyal Young Graham’s mother was for him. Are you today letting her prayers find a fulfillment In your life? Are you today letting the love of God manifested In the sacrifice of the Lord Jesus Christ find a response In your life? Will you, here and now, realizing that your mother’s love was a symbol of God’s love for you, surrender youf life to the service of him who, like a divine mother, yearns over you? Re member this, oh, sinful man—God longs for your repentance more than you can ever long to be cleansed through the blood of Christ and to be forgiven for your past sins. It is to the motlfer love In God that I point you. It Is to one who tortl! cling to you long after even an earthly mother’s affections shall have ceased and when they have forever faded away. [Copyright, 1902, Louis Klopsch, N. Y.] ROLLING A HIGHWAY. ind Some Polntn About Road Rollers Their L’ae. Every roud Is made smoother and harder by rolling, and dirt roads are no exception to this rule, says Isaac B. Potter. We have all noticed that the hardest and smoothest parts of u coun try road arc the narrow strips which mark the passage of the wagon wheels •that have gone over it. and these parts have become bard and smooth because the wheels have acted as rollers. But a wagon wheel is not always a very sat isfactory roller, for the reason that the wheel tires are too narrow, and when the road is wet and soft the narrow wheels sink Into the surface and form ruts and cut and mix and mangle the dirt out of all reason and destroy the good qualities of the roadway. If all the wagons used on country roads could be provided with tires four inches wide, they would roll the surface more smoothly and more quickly, and It would be in fairly good condition for nearly the whole year round. A good horse roller will serve much to cure this difficulty, and such a roller J. EMILE HARLEY, Attorney-at-Law, Gaffney, - - S. C. Notary public. All business receives prompt and careful attention. MONEY TO LOAN ON KEALsESTATE. FAVOR OILED ROADS. The Use of Petroleum on Hishwayn to Lay the Dunt. The use of oil on highways is stead ily increasing in favor. In Moline, 111., oil has been tried in place of water as a remedy for dust, aud the results have been satisfactory. Bourbon, Ind., is considering the idea of sprinkling the streets with oil. Tbe dust problem there is a very serious one during tbe summer months, for there are no grav el beds from which to construct roads. The towns of California, which have been doing more iu this line than those of any other state, are testifying to the great benefits derived from oil on the highways, by the continued use they are making of this means of laying the dust, says the New York Tribune. Tbe board of supervisors of Sacramento are greatly iu favor of oiled roads. Three hundred or 350 barrels of oil a mile are at times necessary for the permanent packing of a sand road, but in many cases only 150 barrels need be used. Tbe roads of California are in most cases of sand, and the great benefits derived from the consolidating of this sand with the oil is continually testi fied to by those in charge of the high ways. Not only is the oil a better dust layer aud a more permanent one, but it is also more economical than water, inasmuch as the roads need to be oiled but once or twice a year, while sprin kling with water must be done every little while. I'alnfr Straw to Improve Roada. The farmers of Walla Walla county, Wash., are trying the experiment of laying their roads with straw to im prove them, says the New iork Trib une. Every fall the highways become deep with dust, making traveling hard on man and beast. Heavy rains ffieant mud, and the dust could not be re moved without destroying the road way. It then occurred to an enterpris ing individual that if all of the farmers would contribute straw and all hands assist In laying it on the roads most traveled there would be a great change for the better. Tbe experiment was a decided success. The farmers turned out in force, plenty of straw was of fered, ready bands laid It to the depth of a foot or more on the main thor oughfares of the county, and traveling became easy. Three hundred miles of roads will be covered with straw this fall. Good Roads In Michigan. Last year several counties In the state of Michigan expended over $000,- 000 on road Improvements, and this year more than that amount will be expended. ,.u, , Tv , . KKAfOVALy □r. C. T. LIPSCOMB, DENTIST' Is now located Id his handsome new suit of rooms In the Star Theatre building. Can be found in office six days in the week. J. C. OTTS, Attorney and Counselor. OfUrc upstairs, between R. A. Jones and Davenport. Office and Residence .Phone. Dr. D.&P. THOMSON,, Dentist. UOLLIXO WITH WIDE TIRES. can be bought for from $S0 to $100 p-’r ton. A roller weighing about five to:.s is about the proper tiling. Steam roll ers are becoming more generally used from year to year in our cities and towns, and there are many places where they can be used to advantage in consolidating the earth roads of the suburbs. They are generally more ef fective in their work and if kept busy are vastly cheaper to operate. They weigh from seven or eight tons up ward. the ten and twelve ten sizes l>e- ii:g perhaps (he most popular. Lolling should follow closely upon the work of the road grader or scraper so as to consolidate all the loose earth which the action of the scraper has laid in the line of the roadway. The roller should pass many times over the softer portions of the road, and where the road Is very dry and not Inclined to pack it may be slightly moistened to hasten the action of the roller. The rolling should begin at the sides of the road and work gradually toward the center—that is, the roller should be passed from end to end along the side of the road, and then the second pas sage of the roller should slightly lap the first until the center of the road is reached. Eff^Offlee ovt r National Bank."? Vir.i.iAM S. Ham,, Jr. James A. Willis. HALL & WILLIS, ATTORNEYS AT LAW, STAR THEATRE BLDG. «. O. Notary Public in[oftice. Prompt attention given to all business. 3R. J. F. GARRETT, Dentist, Gaffney, - • . S. C. VUce over J. R. Tolleson's new store In office from 1st to 26th of each north: New Shop in Town. We have opened up a shop in brick build’ lug next to Pearl Steam Laundry and are prepared to do all kinds of work done Ima tirst-ciass, up-to-date Blacksmith Shop. ilorKenhoeing: by ftSpeciaJitit We solicit your patronage and guarantee satisfaction. oO-lrn lintler Sc Tlinckuton. iiuPd'rw and Plastering L!rr.<’ Joal, and Plaster Hair. Plaster Paris, Shingles, Portland Oeicent, Dynamite, Blasting Powder, Fuse and Dynamite Caps, call on Limestone Springs Lime Worts CARROLL & CO., Lessees. I’elephonn 57. PAINTS - OILS John W. Masury’s Guar anteed It. R. White, and Colors, in pure linseed oil, at $1.25 per gal. F. O. Pierce’s Cottage Colors in linseed oil guar anteed at $1.00 per gal. I use these.paints myself and know their worth. Come and let me convince you. L. BAKER. CONTRACTOR AND BUILDER. For Sale. pOR SALE-The place r known as the Bap tist School property; two lots 80x200 inter section of Logan and Smith streets ; will be sold separately or to gether. Apply to F. G. Stacy or R. O. Sams. KHJltf Notice. Buy you a home with rent money: nice building lots In town for sale; also Im proved property for sale. Rents collected promptly and returns made the 1st of each month. Personal attention given to col lecting. See me. Bert Hallman. Pearl Steam Lanndry, I0RGU S UALLMU, lessees. Having leased the Pearl Steam Laundry we announce to the public that we are now pre pared to do first Class Laundrf Work at Most' " Prices. Our wagon will call for laundry and the game will be delivered at the shortest possible time. *Tho business policy will bo cash on delivery of work. Wo solicit the patronage of the people of Oaffney and vicinity, aud will enaeavor to merit the same by an earn est effort to please our patrons. Cleaning end Pressing Clothes i Specialty MORGAI & HALLMAN, Lessees. 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