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T < TALMAGE SERMON •l Ey Rev. FRAr:: ce witt talmage. d.d.. Pir*or of Jefferson Park Presby- tcri<vn Church. Chicago t Clii'iu u, July .j.—Uudor tlu- homely nn«l fauiiliur simllitudo of the barn yard fov.l the preachor illustrates the divine love and protecting care that en circle ail who tfive to the Heavenly Father a childlike trust and contidencu. The text is Matthew xxiii, t’T. “As ti hen ^athereth her chickens'under her Willis." This commercial aye is brutally un- poetic. It has even carried its shocking innovations into the barnyard. We are now trying to hatch our eggs not iuto broods, but by the wholesale. We would change a hen's nest into a big, square wooden box and call it an incu bator. We would have the oil lamp of the incubator do the work of the feath ered breast and the outstretched wing. We would have the wire screen dis place the sharp pointed bill of the barnyard mistress vehemently plung ing right and left in defense of her }*oung. We would do this in spite of the inalienable rights of the hens, whose maternal affections are being crushed by this modern custom. The ! man. eager above all things to make money, has not the patienee to listen to protests from man or bird against his I methods. As John Kuskin. in some re- i speeds the most lesthetic mind Hnglnnd ever produeed. wrote page after page in denunciation of the conscieneeless vandalism of the mere money maker who would plaster over the beautiful palisades of nature with hideous ad- j vertisements uhd with the umnuiac- turer's wheel churn it rippling, singing. , laughing stream tumbling out of the green reservoir of the woods into a tnudhole. so everywhere the astonished would be sitting bens are clucking thttir indignation. They practieally say to the robbers of t!u*ir eggs, which had been carefully hidden away in the hay loft or under the manger of the empty stall, “You have no right to place this indignity upon us.” Hut in reply ava ricious commercialism says: "O hen, we can make more money by hatching out 3U0 eggs tit a time than by fooling ! with your small nest! You provide us i With the eggs, and our incubators will do the rest.” This controversy, however, does not concern us in dealing with the simile Christ used in our text. At the time Christ uttered those words the barn yard knew nothing of this modern in novation of the incubator. Chickens stiil found their natural shelter under the wings of the hen, and our Lord's hearers perfectly understood the mean ing of his illustration. So common was the sight of a hen gathering her chickens under her wings that every one would recognize the truth Christ meant to tt-acli when he used the hen’s wing as a symbol of divine love. Thus, us Jesus wept over the sinful inhab itants of Jerusalem, in the words of my text I would try to interpret that divine love in the language of the barn yard. 1 realize its force and beauty all the more because 1 am preparing tins sermon within the echoing sound of the barnyard king calling to his harem to awaken at the tirst peep of the day, also within the sound of the voice of the hen ducking to her little ones to come under the protection of their mother’s wing. A I.ilV GlvlllK Will 14. God's wing is a spiritual life giving wing. The warm feathers of the mother bird are absolutely essential for the development of the lives of her young. If it were not for the old hen’s wing her chickens would freeze to death during the spring nights. They would sometimes be drowned un less her wing, as a waterproof cover ing, was plattf'd over them. They would die from lack of warmth, even as a lit tle baby would die unless the mother evefry night tucked him up in ids crib or snuggled him up by her warm side in bed. Heat is life. Cold is death. Tae hen’s wing is something more than a mere poetic figure. It means that its warmth not only hatches out the eggs, but also by its heat develops the little chickens after they are hatched. Post natal care for the child in the making of a man is just as Important as right prenatal conditions. God's wing is absolutely essential for the development of a spiritual child. The Bible distinctly says, “Yc must be born again.” That means, “Ye must be a God production as well as a man production.” I am the physical child of my earthly parents. That does not necessarily imply that I am a spiritual child of God. Hut some day out In the cold, damp, destroying storm of sin 1 determine to creep under God’s spir itual, life giving wing. As soon as I am under that shelter I feel the divine life begin to creep Into my life. I learn to love my Heavenly Father and see him as he is. I hear him telling me what I ought to do and say. As a hu man being by placing his hand upon an electric battery immediately feels a thrill as tlie galvanic currents circle through ills body, the physical body and the mind and the dormant spirit all feel the warmth and the glow and the creative and developing power of God’s wing as soon as we place our selves in the receptive mood within the radius of the divine touch. God’a Work Alone. Let me illustrate this thought by a simple story: Many years ago a party of rollicking sailors left Charlestown navy yard fora day’s dissipation. They tramped along toward Boston, stopping first at one saloon, then another, until all were hilarious with drink. Finally one of the party turned and said, “Come, boys, let us have some fun and go to Father Taylor’s home and pre tend we want religion and want to borrow a Bible!” “Great sport!” the men cried. “Let us go.” They ap proached the good man's house in a spirit of ridicule and blasphemy. Fa ther Taylor, the good old Christian preacher, entered the room. When lie was told by the jokjng men what they wanted tears of holy joy ran down his cheeks. The good man's emotion at the spectacle of sailors seeking religion was so true, so genu ine. that the ribald men were touched. They listened (o his earnest words, and as they listened the Holy Spirit work ed on their hearts. Before they left three of the company were completely broken down and were led to seek shelter mid t God's wing. That new creation, that new spiritual birth, was not man's work, but God's alone. Oh, the creative and the creating spiritual power of God's wing! We cannot afford to be one moment with out it. Sir Henry Havelock, the most famous Christian soldier, at the time of Ihs death, in the British army, so felt his spiritual dependence upon God that he dare not and wouki not let any day pass without at least two hours spent in closest contact with God's v ing. If the army was to march at 0 in the morning then Havelock arose at 4 and spent the intervening time in prayer and Bible reading, in talking with God and in having God talk to him. “I can afford to neglect every pulpit preparation,” once wrote the i reat Robert Hall, “rather than neglect my private devotions and sacred soli tary communion with Christ.” Oh, my brother and sister, are we trying to gel Jivino life by merely coming into touch with man? Are we trying to be gospel evangerists, known and read of all m«ti, without having our penitent hearts beating against the great par doning, spiritual, life giving heart, of God? Come under God’s wing today. Come, that we may have life and have it more abundantly. Listen to the di vine call, and come to the divine shel ter, and as the chickens find under the hen's wing comfort and safety and p":ice, so shall you find rest and peace for your souls. A Symbol of True Love. God's w.ug is a protecting wing. Tiier; 1 are two kinds of hens. The one is a chickenless fowl, which is an ar rant coward. She will run at every strange sight and known danger. If she could fly, she would. When the little boy throws a stone at her she will run to the opposite side of the yard just as fast as she can go, keep ing her wings flapping to help along in the retreat. But how different is the behavior of one who is clucking to her brood. Then there is no coward’s heart beating within the mother’s breast. Then there is no danger she will not face for her young. The protecting care of a hen’s wing is one of the sweetest symbols of all true love. "What is the matter with that old hen?” says the farmer’s wife to her husband. “For the last live min utes she lias been frantic—clucking and calling to her chickens! She has now gathered them all together under her wing. She is hiding behind the wheelbarrow.” The husband says nothing until he goes out upon the porch. He usc*s his hand for a shade and casts his eyes over the heavens "Yes, wife.” lie answers, “1 thought as much. Do you see that black speck iu tiie heavens? Well, i think that is tin 1 old hawk who stole so many of our chickens last summer, and that old hen remembers him. I guess I will help Biddy out and try to kill Mr. Hawk and help save her chickens. However, now those chickens are aii safe. They are under the hen's wings.” The lion’s wings in times of danger are always protecting wings. The other day I was walking about a farm and examining tfio horses in the stalls and the cattle in tin 1 fields, while a pet dog was running at my heels. During my explorations l heard an excited clucking, but thought nothing of it. As I stepped into the barnyard proper I saw a hen lying under a board. I called to her, but she moved not. I called again and again, and then tried ' to shoo lu r oil’ what I thought to be a stolen nest. Then I took a stick and gave her a poke. Instead of a frightened hen flying away for her life I found a vindictive and outraged mother flying at me and my dog. The dog ran in one direction, I in the other. Then the lion culled again to her young and gathered her chickens under her wing, while she still eyed my four legged companion as she would eye the j would be murderer of her children. Oil, my friends, in the beautiful sym bol of my text, did you ever stop to think that God's care could be a pro tecting wing? God's Physical Protection. God protects us in a physical sense. Some time ago a gentleman, with his family, wished to make a journey to Boston. He hurried through his work that his vacation might be one of com plete rest; lint, try as hard as he could, he lost tlie desired train. A short time after the gentleman read the telegraph ic reports that the train upon which he hoped to travel was wrecked in a col lision and scores and scores of people were killed. He immediately gathered his family together and returned ' thanks to God because he and his loved ones hud been saved from this calami ty. But why ought that man especially to have thanked God that day? Ought | he not rather to be gniteful to his Heav enly Father for caring for him and l his loved ones every day? I never take a trip in my life, and I have trav eled thousands and tens of thousands of miles, but I realize the innumerable dangers which everywhere beset me. One intoxicated engineer, one drunken switchman, one failure of the signal lights to work, and Death is ready to reach out her bony arms and hug the breath out of me. If you do not believe what I say, some night when traveling lie awake in your berth. Then listen to the rumbling in the distance coming nearer and nearer until, with one wild shriek, the limited shoots past, and then realize the prevalent dangers. Then thank God that he cared for and protected you in a physical sense. The breaking of one wheel, the twisting of one rail, the sagging of one bridge girder, and your train would be de railed and all its occupants would be hurled into eternity. God’s wing In a physical sense is over us. It is a pro tecting wing, it covers us as a hen shields her chickens from the threaten ing hawk. Power to UeniNt. God protects us in a spiritual sense. The Bible says, “God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted be yond that ye are able, but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that ye may be aide to bear it.” What dot's that statement mean? Sim ply this: Here is a man whose whole nature is gnarled and twisted by sin. lie is by a corrupt past a drunkard, a libertine, a thief. He ^ants to get un der the protecting shadow of God’s wing. When he arises in the morning lie kneels by bis bed and says: “O God, I am awfully weak. I know not which way to turn unless 1 look to thee. Save me this day from the wine cup. Save me from tlie fatal pitfalls which are yawning at my feet. Save me, O God, save me, save me!” Will God answer such a pleading prayer as that? Oh, yes. God says to this moral cripple: “Come, my child, come under my wing, my protecting wing. 1 will surround thee with holy com panionship. I will shut out from thy sight tlie buzzards and tlie hawks and the serpents and the rats of sin which would destroy your life! Come, my child, come. Come under the shadow of my spiritually protecting wing.” My friends, some of us have been try ing to resist temptation in our own strength. Will you not depend upon the strength of God? Some of us are trying to do as tlie brilliant Tom Mar shall of Kentucky did, who one day stood up in Broadway Tabernacle and said: "Were this great globe one crys tallite and I offered the possession if I would drink one glass of brandy l would refuse it with scorn. And I want no religion, i want the teiriper- unee pledge alone.” But, nlas! Poor Tom Marshall, depending upon his own strength. yv:is at last shoveled into a drunkard's grave. Will you today, us a Christian, accept God's protecting wing against your besetting sin? That wing is a pledge that God will not al low your temptation to be stronger than you shall have power given to re sist. God’s protecting wing is one of Chris tian fellowship. An old homely prov- erb says, “A hen will make just as much noise and scratch just as hard for one chicken as she will for ten.” That may be true. Such actions upon tin* part of the feathered bird might lie wry exemplary. But one of tlie most ridiculous sights to me is a great, big fat hen strutting through the barnyard followed by one wee, little chirping chicken. Better for that little chicken to be killed and tlie lien go about her legitimate business of laying eggs for the breakfast than for the mother bird te continue to waste her energies upon that one offspring. The. natural brood for a lien is not one or two chickens, but eight, nine or ten or even thirteen chickens. Every would he sitting hen if left alone nearly always lays thir teen eggs for her nest. She wants a large family. A large family is good for the hen. It is good for the chick ens. A I'nictleal Application. What Is the practical application of this simile? Why. God’s wing is a place under which not only one Chris tian can And rest, but many Christians. God’s children are going to tind safety and protection under God’s wing be cause they will work together and live together and have their hearts beating together and, as it were, snuggle up to- getlur and keep each other spiritually warm. They will be together as close in fellowship as the chickens are close together under their mother’s wing. If you lift up a hen who is covering her little ones at night you will be sur prised how many chickens her small area is able to shelter. The reason- each chicken is pressing close against the other chickens as well as against its mother’s breast. What today is tlie Christian fellow ship of your daily life? Remember tlio records are I ring kept in reference to tliis matter which shall decide your spiritual welfare for time and for eter nity. A lady one day came to the Rev. John Newton and asked him how a friend of hers who was a member of Mr. Newton’s congregation had died. “Ah, my lady,” answered the venerable preacher, “that is not the important question you ought to have asked. You should have asked not how she dic'd, but how she lived.” Are you living in fellowship with Christ’s children? Are you living in close communion with the members of your church? Are you liv ing in prayerful love with all men and women who are trying to bring the name of Jesus before a sinful race? Are you living with Christ's followers as closely as chickens gather under the wings of a mother hen? God’s wing often protects his children best when they themselves are envel oped by total darkness. The little chickens, running to the warning call of the clucking hen, answer for the most part to the bbnd obedience of faith and love. When they crawl under the overshadowing and enveloping cov ering of that wing they can see noth ing. Under that wing is total dark- j ness. Once in awhile a chicken’s curi osity will impel her to poke her little head out of the mother’s feathers to see what Is going on. But when the chickens are truly under that wing they leave all and trust all to their mother’s care. It is because those chickens stay In total darkness under that wing that they often escape the searching eye of an advancing foe. In flarkneMH a>< In I.lcrht. My dear hear r, are you ready to trust God in darkness as well as in the light? You cam ■ to me the other day and said. “I cannot understand why this trouble was laid at my door.” Neither can I, my brother. I do not understand why God should have taken away from your side that young man just five months after he was graduated for the liar. He was a bright fellow. He was a pure boy. He was the child upon whom you set your heart to take your own place. You are in total darkness about tills matter. So am I. But I do know God is good. I do know that God loY'ed your boy. I do know that God loves you. Though under God’s wing It may lie dark dark at times as a dungeon— yet 1 do know that above God’s wing is God's all seejng eye. What God did he did for a good purpose. Trust him, then, my brother. Trust him and have faitli as a chicken under the darkness of tlie lien's wing trusts a mother's love. I do not know why in your old age you should have lost your money, and now in your physical weakness you must work or lie dependent upon others. From my standpoifci you al ways seem to have been a faithful and conscientious Christian. I do, not know why Ira I). Sankey, who lias sung thousands upon thousands into the light of tlie kingdom of God. should in the evening time of his life sit in total darkness and as a blind man have to be led around, helpless as a lit tle child. But I do know that “all things work together for good to them that love God.” I do know his care will give us a peace that passeth all understanding during the days of our afflictions. I do ' know that some day all inexplicables will be explained, when God lifts bis wing and the flood lights of heaven roll in. I do know that under such conditions you and I, my brother, my sister, can afford to wait and trust Christ just a little while longer. We can trust him and believe in him though we sit in the darkness of the ^shadows of God's en- 'circling but loving wing. When the sky is black and lowering, When thy path in life is drear, Upward lift thy steadfast glances Alid the maze of sorrow here. For the Lord will le ar and answer When In faith his people pray. Whatsoe'er he hath appointed Shall best work for thee alway. But though God’s wing is a spiritual developing and protecting wing it only spiritually develops and protects lils own children. A hen knows her own brood. She will do everything in Irer power to care for and protect them. If a farmer takes some ducks’ eggs and places them in the nest of a sitting ben she cares for those ducks after they are hatched, if there be a pond near and the little ducks enter the water the old hen upon the shore will bo frantic. She will run round and round, trying to call them out. But a hen, as a rule—sometimes there are exceptions —will only care for her own brood. The average hen will not allow her brood to lie mixed up with other broods. She will drive Ihe strange chickens mvay from her young. She tries to keep tlie family intact. Protection to All Who Seek It. The lien's chickens know their moth er’s voice. At her call they leave whatever they are doing and go to her. My brother, have you heard God’s voice calling you? Have you respond ed or have you stayed in your sin, heedless of his call? Remember, the protection of tlie divine wings is over none but those who seek it. God’s wing is big enough fo eovfcr all who re pent of their sins and come to him in tlie name of the Lord Jesus Christ. But though God's wing is big enough to shelter tlie Mary Magdalenes and the poor publicans and Ihe Peters and tlie Johns, though they may come by the millions, there are some who miss its protection. What is the reason? Jesus tells us in this very passage: “How often would 1 have gathered thy children together, even as a lien gnth- ereth her chickens under her wings, and j*e would not!” That is the reason. God forces no man to come. He in vites, he pleads witli them, but if they will not come, even he can do no more. Tlie awful storms of the godless eter nity beat upon them, and they have no shelter. What the terrors and the mis ery o!’ that time will lie we cannot con ceive. They are hut dimly outlined in the Bible, but the images used are ter rifying enough to blanch the bravest cheek, and through it all memory and conscience will reproach the sinner with those sad words, “Ye would not.” Shelter was offered to all who would come, but “Ye would not.” Self ex cluded, self destroyed; that will be the most terrible pail of that awful fate. Obedience and disobedience to God are the two great teachings of my text. It was said that during a famous naval battle the sailors of an American ship were almost ready to surrender when suddenly a fowl escaped from the hen coop and perched herself in the rig ging. There she defil'd the shot and shell and inspired the sailors to fight on to victory. May this sermon, found ed upon the barnyard symbol, inspire some sinner to seek bis safety for time and eternity under tlie shadow of God’s loving and protecting wing. [Copyright, 1903, by Louis Klopscb.] THE FRUIT OF MOB LAW Boys and Girls Play at Lynch ing In Belleville, Mo. IMAGINARY POLICEMEN PRESENT. New Game Has Taken Ita Place With KitcN anil Toi>n—liiinxinar)- Mayor Giw-N Order .Not to llnrni IiiiiikI- nory Molt, and mi luinginnry llaiiK- InjK I-'oIIowm—Ktre Contributes Heal - intlc Touch. A new game has been added to the catalogue of sports of the children of Belleville, Mo., says the St. Louis Post- Dispatch. It is tlie “game of lynch ing.” For the time being it has crowd ed out baseball and jaekstones, being vastly more exciting, and, if continued until fall, promises to deprive of some of its prestige the game of football. The children of the town, deducing from the light and airy manner iu A Surgical Operation is always dangerous—do not submit i to the surgeon’s knife until you have tried DeWitt's Wit jh Hazel Sal re. It will cure when everything else fails —it has done tins in thousands of cases Here is one of them : I suffered from bleeding and protruding piles for twenty years. Was treated by differ ent specialists and used many reme dies, but obtained no relief until I ustd De\\ itt’s Witch Hazel Salve. I wo Doxes of ''his salve cured me j eighteen months ago and I have not ; had a touch of the piles since—H. A. Tisdale, Sumrnertoo, S. O. For Blind, Bleeding, Itching and Protruding Piles no remedy equa^ DeWitt’s I Witch Hazel Salve. Sold by Chero kee Drug Co. A blunt tool with a man behind it is bt tier than a Damascus blade with out one. Maitland, Fla. The Hancock Liquid Sulphur Co., Baltimore, Md. Gentlemen :—I haveUbad eczema over thirty years, have tried many which many of their elders refer to the I remedies prescribed by various physi- lynching of the negro Wyatt on the ! ciana, but to nothing has thefdisease public square that the game is a proper yielded so quickly as to Liquid Sul- and creditable one and deriving from pbur. I think if used properly it is the studied inactivity of the authori- undoubtedly a specific for eczema, ties the assurance that it is perfectly i L have prescribed it for others with safe, have entered into the game with 'Host satisfactory results. I consider zest, and many of them have become it the best remedy for cutaneous adept at it. affections I have ever known, and re- If the game takes its place on the gard it as the greatest medical dis- year’s calendar of sports and “lynch- covery of the age. Respectfully yours, ing time” recurs with the same regu larity as “kite time” and “top time” the children will by the time they are grown be quite facile as lynchers. The game starts with the intended victim, generally a boy, crouching in the weeds in a make believe cell in an imaginary jail. The lynchers, boys nnd girls, gather under the nearest electric light and vow with great fe rocity that “the nigger must die.” With shouts as hoarse as they can make them tlie youngsters make a rush for tlie make believe jail and dance about it with an imitation of fury even more realistic than that of tlie crowd which surrounded the Belleville jail a few weeks ago. Make believe policemen bang about, but make no attempt to disperse the mob. A make believe mayor makes a speech studded with terrible adjec tives. immediately following which a rush is made and the make believe front door of the imaginary jail is broken in. The mob is driven back by an imaginary force of defenders. The desperate mob withdraws a pace and confers. The consensus of opinion is that the bastile can’t be taken because the de fenders have weapons filled with inju rious bullets, and they are all agreed that, while they are bent on killing tlie prisoner, they don't want to run any risk in doing so. Some try to convince the others that the authorities are their friends and would not harm them for the world, but still they hesitate. After an imagi nary wait of several hours a hold spirit creeps close up under the walls of the jail and comes running back in great joy. “It’s all right, fellers!” ho shouts. “Tlie mayor has gi\'en orders to the guards that they are not to hurt us. Our revenge is at hand. ’Sdeath!” They shout hoarsely ami again rush upon tlie jail. The guards are locked in the imaginary office and the back door is not defended. They break it in with imaginary sledge hammers, and in a little while tlie victim is pounced upon and dragged down the imaginary steps and out on the street. Emulating tlie real mob, they are not content merely to take him to a tele graph pole and complete the imagina ry hanging. They pull and haul him over tlie sidewalk and street, shouting* merrily tlie while. It is such fun that by this time they ha\’e forgotten to be fierce. Finally the victim is pronounced dead, and a piece of paper is set on fire to give the proper realism to the finish. Then they Imagine it is the next day, and tlie leaders go around Imaginary street corners telling what part they took in the make believe lynching. The game ends with the make be lieve authorities reposing on a near by lawn, complaining that they cannot as certain the names of the lynchers and languidly announcing that they will call tlie attention of the grand jury to the lynching next year. VV. A. Hkakd, M. D. For sale by the Cherokee Drug Co The man who will not suffer for the truth wili have to suffer for neglect ing it. Treat Your Kidneys for Klieuumtisin. When you are suffering irom rheu matism, the kidneys must be attend ed to at once so that they will elimi nate the uric acid from the blood. Foley’s Kidney Cure it thn most ef fective remedy for this purpose. R. T. Hopkins, of Polar, Wis., says, After unsuccessfully doctoring three years for rheumatism with the best doctors, I tried Foley’s Kidney Cure and it cured me. I cannot speak too highly of this great medicine.” Cherokee Drug Co. The sermon on the mount is higher than some church members care to live. By taking a thorough course of Rheumacide you rid your system of the poisons, that cause rheumatism. A permanent cure is the result. It is the standard rheumatic remedy, laxative and tonic. At Druggists. The man who loses his life iu love sows the seed of untold noble lives. A. R. Bass, of Morgantown, Ind., had to get up ten or twelve times in the night, and had a severe backache and pains in the kidneys Was cured by Foley’s Kidney Cure. Cherokee Drug Co. Every humbug puts a pious over nie door. motto T<t Cure a Cold in One Day Take Laxative Brorao Quinine Tab lets. All uruggists refund the money if it fails to cure. E. VV. Grove’s sig nature iSTin each box. 2:’»c. A clean man will not live in a dirty house. Hound kidneys are safeguards of life. Make the kidneys healthy with Foley’s Kidney Cure. Cherokee Drug Co. The Frlvoloan Kitchener. Gossip from India grows more fever ish about Lord Kitchener, says the London Chronicle. The man of Iron from the South African veldt has en tered with surprising zest into the amusement of Anglo-Indian society. He has attached a ballroom to his head quarters. He lias melted down numer ous trophies, caskets, cups and what not to make a gold and silver dinner service, which is vastly admired. There is even a rumor, which we dis trust. that lie has joined an amateur dramatic club. As for matrimony, the commander in chief is already engaged by report to many ladies, and we are forced to remind the public that under British law polygamy Is forbidden even in India. Minlatem’ Snlnrlca. The ministry is a vocation that calls for higher standards of scholarship and greater capacity for leadership and sacrifice than ever before. As the woruout preachers who have saved nothing must go upon the roll of au- nubies and add to the burden of the churches, would it not be better policy to i ay them larger salaries In the days of their greatest power and usefulness? —Chicago Record-Herald. A Larse Kanaaa Flood Lon*. A canVuss of the farmers in Kansas within a part of the Smoky Hill valley not more than five miles by three shows that in addition to probably 16 ,000 loss in household goods and buildings from the flood they have lost 575 acres of wheat, 529 acres of com, 6G acres of alfalfa, 20 cattle, 0 horses, ; 147 hogs, 1,345 chickens, besides much grain in bins, says a dispatch from En terprise to the Kansas City Star. This makes fully $15,000 loss to this sec tion, and it is only a small part of the loss to the upper valley. The loss to farmers of the county will be six to eight times this amount Advertising is called by some an art. If it be an art it is the art of telling a story simply and convincingly. Nobody knows more about the strong qualities of an establishment than the proprietor who oversees it. Other things being/ equal, nobody should be able to write more convinc ingly of the articles he of fers for sale. In a store where the employer sells goods side by side with his clerks it is rare that the employer will not be the best salesman. The reason is simple. He knows the goods from A to Z. He probably has pur chased them. He knows his aims. His arguments carry weight because they are convincing. The same arguments pre sented in the same way, with the same enthusiastic spirit, the same knowledge of detail, would attract new customers if presented through the advertising col umns of this paper. If you have not tried it, why not begin? 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