The Algona Republican from Algona, Iowa on September 12, 1894 · Page 2
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Algona, Iowa
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Wednesday, September 12, 1894
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TO MARE YOU LAMB, sHdBt tNfefALLMEKfS df? CURRENT ft fid Jibes Prom Oof Fanny fe±- ctiftfigei—"God Oat Home" In Court— A Villain tolled—the tlcke* Habit Ulnttrated. ,E WALKS ERECT along ,the street, his head is in the sky, he spurns the pavement with his [feet, his glance is I proud and high. A shouting crowd" attends h i s way wherever he may roam, like Czesar on his triumph day, when he returned to Rome. .The shouts increase, the street fills up, up to its fullest brim; the shouting suffers no surcease. "Look, there he goes: That's him!" Has President Cleveland come to town, or some man quite as great? Is he, is he the prince of Wales or governor of the state? Is he some poet garland-bound, some Sage of world-renown, some mighty seer of thought profound, who's just come into town? Is he some mighty captain brave? and quick the answer came: "He's captain of der baseball nine an' he's just won der game!" The Flngor Language. It is a well known fact that CoL Witherspoon is a dreadfully henpecked man, which is confirmed by a conversation he had with Gus De Smith on a street car, in which there were two deaf mutes. "Isn't it strange to r;ee those boys talking to each other with their fingers?" "It does look a .little peculiar to see them making signs to each other with l -heir fingers." "I should like to learn if 1 "Well, I wouldn't I tried it once." "Could you understand what your teacher said?" /'Oh, yes, I found no trouble in understanding what she said, but I didn't the finger language." "Who taught you?" "My wife. See that groove on my nose? No more finger language for me."—Ex. foiled Again. Cholly (stuck on an unknown fairy in room 400) — Well, did you deliver my note to the lady? Messenger — Yes, .sir? Cholly — Was there an answer? Messenger — Dere was. She says as how if your mustache was only bigger you'd remind her of her oldes 1 boy, and if you want to see her do de iron jaw act to-night at Miner's, here's a pass. — Truth. Demanding His Xllglits. •Prisoner," said the judge, "have you any counsel?" "I haven't your honor," answered the man on trial for stealing a ham. "I haven't got any money," "Then the court will appoint Mr, Leggy to defend you." The prisoner looked at the skinny, squint-eyed, stoop-shouldered pettifogger pointed otit by the court and l*ose to enter a protest. "Judge," he said, "I am entitled, ac- cordin' to law, to a trial by a jury of my peers, ain't 1?" "You are," replied the court. "Then, your honor," rejoined the prisoner, drawing a shiny coat sleeve across his nose, "I think I ought to have a lawyer of the same kind." — Chicago Tribune. _ A Delicate Ilurden, The expressman had just picked up an elaborately packed article. Excel' eior fluttered from between the' slats, &nd the admonition, "Handle with care," was painted in big letters. "I Wonder what's in here?" he exclaimed. "Something that they're mighty particular about" M Yes," replied a fellow-workman. •'Here it says 'fragile*; ' and just under it 'breakable,' and on the other side. is the warnin' 'lift gently.'" "Something mighty precious, I'll bet, By jinks, I've got an idea I know what it is. " '"What?" ' *'A chunk of armor plate. Gimme a hand* on it, and fur the love of life don't jar it any more'n you kin help," Star. Oversight. (to. Jlanfeer)— Y?» say your h&§ been entered during hftbit potentates hatl «>l '„_. ftling Incog, frequently cftnses suffering whet-6 it is least expected. It is told of Iho fonperofr Joseph Second, that once, while traveling itt this fashion, he put up at an inn kept by an Englishman. After eating a lew slices of ham and biscuit, he went to bed In the morning he paid his bill and departed. A few hours after several of his suite arrived, and hearing the rank of his guest the landlord ap* peared much troubled. "Pshaw, man!" said one; "Joseph is accustomed to such adventures, and will think no more of it" "But I shall," said mine host, "and never forgive myself for having had an emperor in my house and letting him off for three and sixpence!"— Harper's Young People. A Comparison. 1 think the barber's gaudy pole wottld be For the confectioner ft Sign most handy, Because It always seems to little me % A gfeat big stick of caady, —Harper's Young People. The Lick Her Habit. —Truth. Bridegrooms' Honda In Delaware. To get married seems an easy thing to the young man whose fancy lightly turns to thoughts of love. But when it comes to the actual ceremony there are a thousand and one terrors which surround and threaten to overcome him. Marriage in some states is easy; in others it is as difficult as obtaining a divorce. A well-known Philadelphian was about to be married to a beautiful young woman who lived in the state of Delaware. He had no idea that the marriage laws of that state were of an appalling nature. He had secured his license and thought that was all that was necessary. "Have you filed your bond yet?" said some one to him the day before the wedding. "What?" gasped he. "Your bond," repeated the questioner. "You know every man who is married in this state has to file a bond for the protection of the state." The bridegroom was rather dubious, but was finally persuaded that this was a fact. "I'll see a lawyer about it in the morning, " said he. So he went to a friend, who was a legal light, and said: "See here. They tell me I have to give a bond to the state when I get married. " "Certainly. Haven't you done so?'j in a surprised way. "No, I never heard of such a thing before. What kind of bond is it?" "Oh, any real estate will do." "But I haven't any real estate." The lawyer looked at him a momenta Then he solemnly said: "Haven't you^any friends who own property?" "None that I care to ask to bind it it up that wav. I can't ask my bride's relatives, you know." His friend looked at him pityingly "You can't postpone the wedding, can you?" "What!" fairly shrieked the unfortunate. "Of course, of course not," said tha legal light soothingly. But the poor bridegroom looked stricken. "I'll tell you what I'll do, old man. I'll tend to the matter for you. Don't give yourself any more concern about it" The young-man-about-to-be-married grasped his hand. He could not speak for a moment, and then he poured forth his thanks. He picked up his hat in a relieved sort of way and walked to the door, The? he turned. "By the way, I forgot to ask you how large is the amount of the bond required?" "Fifty cents," said the lawyer,— Philadelphia Press, Bad. Judge— What's, the t?QHble with th» prisoner? Pa,uJiae— He dvra struck we in d? wid dis >'Qod Eless Our Home." Fp, Q\& bqtttes, to sel}? $9 thH'4 bell Mr. Gayboy J^epti you, I hew<J feis wife was co'nain» home fr<?}n the burglars got they f aUe4 to opes there wa§ h^il & f ABEENAOIE CHRIST is tHe nfe§eu6fi ALL MANKIND. tor. fiftmftge Sends a Serrrifctt hs&tt the islands of the Sonth tftfclflft OeS&H— Bfclicre in the t.otd dteitti bhHat «hd be Sated. , IT. Y., Sept, 8..^feev< Talmage, who is still absent ifi South Pacific, has selected as the 6iib- of to-day's sdrindii though the aress, "The Rescue," the tekt chosen being Acts 16:31 "Believe ofl the t-dfd Jesus Christ and thou shalt be saved*" Jails are dark, dull, damp, loath' some places even now; but they were worse in the apostolic times* I iifiag- ne, to-day, We are standing in the Phillipian dungeon, too ydu nttt feel the chill? Do you not heal? the groans of those incarcerated ones who for ten years have not seen the sunlight, and the deep sigh of women who remember their father's house, and mourn over their wasted estates? Listen «again. it is the cough of a consumptive, or the struggle of one in the nightmare of a great horror. You isten again, and hear a culprit, his :hains rattling as he rolls over ill his dreams, and you say, "God pitv the prisoner." But there is another sound n that prison. It is the song of joy and gladness. What a place to sing :nl The music comes winding through ;he corridors of the prison, and in all ;he dark wards the w.hisper is heard, What's that? What's that?" It is the song of Paul and Silas. They can not sleep. They have been whipped, very badly whipped. The ong gashes on their backs are bleed- ncr yet They lie flat on the cold jround, their feet fast in wooden sockets, and of course they can not sleep. But they can sing. Jailer, ,vhat are you doing with these people? Why have they been put in here? Oh, .hey have been trying to make the world better. Is that all? That is all. A pit for Joseph. A lion's cave or Daniel A blazing furnace for Shadrach. Clubs for John Wesley. A.n anathema for Philip Melancthon. A dungeon for Paul and Silas. But while we are standing in the loom of the Philippian dungeon, and we hear the mingling voices of sob and groan and blasphemy and halle- .ujah, suddenly an earthquake!' The ron bars of the prison twist, ;he pillars creak off. the sol id masonry Begins to heave, and all the doors swing open. The jailer, feeling himself responsible for these prisoners, and believing, in his pagan ignorance, suicide to be honorable—since Brutus killed himself and Cato killed himself and Cassius killed himself—puts his sword to his own heart, proposing with one keen thrust to put an end to lis excitement and agitation. But Paul cries out, "&top! stop! no harm. We are all here." Then I see the jailer running through i ;he dust and amid the ruin of that prison, and I see him throwing himself down at the feet of these prisoners, rying out, "What shall I do? What shall I do?" Did Paul answer, "Get out of this place before there is another earthquake; put handcuffs and hop- ples on these other prisoners, lest they jet away?" No word of that kind. Eis compact, thrilling, tremendous answer, answer memorable all through earth and heaven, was, "Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ and thou shalt be saved." Well, we have all read of the earthquake in Lisbon, in Lima, in Aleppo, and in Caraccas; but we live in a latitude where in all our memory there has no been one severe volcanic disturbance. And yet we have seen fifty earthquakes, Here is a man who has been building up a large fortune. His bid on the money market was felt in all the cities. He thinks he has got beyond all annoying rivalries in trade and he says to himself, "Now I am free and safe from all possible perturbation," But in 1&57 or in 1873 a national panic strikes the foun> dation of the commercial world, and crash goes all that magnificent business establishment. Here is a man who has built up a very beautiful home. His daughters have just come home from the seminary with djplo- mas of graduation. His sons have started in life, honest, temperate, and pure. When the evening lights are struck, there is a happy and unbroken family circle. But there has been an accident down at Long Branch, The young man ventured too far out in the surf. The telegraph'hurled the terror up to the city. Aft earthquake struck under the foundation of that beautiful home, The piano closed; the curtains dropped; the laughter hushed. t,Crash! go all those domestic hopes and pros* pects and expectations- Sp, my friends, we have all felt the shaking down of some great trouble, and there was a time when we were as much e$< Cited as this man of the text, and we cried out as be did, "What shall I do? What shall I do?" The eawe reply that the apostle made to him is ap* propriate to us., "Believe on, the Lord Jesus Christ, and thouehalt be saved,," There are some documents of .go Ufa tie jrapprtanee that ypu <Jq »ot care to put any more than your last name under them, or even your initials; there are aspae document ej §9 j«jport»n9e tbatyou mite eat Cull name, yp the Saviour in some parts of the Bibje UtyUeft and ja other parts of the Bibte b§ is called "Jesus," ajoji Jn, o^p parts the Bible he ig s»Ued "Christ;" but ;hat there might bf no, Hjjstafee about this passage all tjjrge san^s, ppuje letter-— "The 149*$ Jssws Qbl'W NPW, wjjo, fe th^ being that me tQ Jrt-ujJ Jft ajd, TbtUgye , cguje. $,9, jne w^h c.r$ llentia,l§ be cheated if f eM!« in them l*6t eaft not fSfil yon? heaft*S cdnfM&nclln a nlftn ultil yea know what stuff lift i made of, and 1 &m nnfe&son&biB whet I stop td ask you who this is that you want me td ti-ust in? No man would think of ventuHfig his life" on & vessel goinff out to sea that had netei- been inspected. No, yon must have the eertincftte hufag atnidship&j telling how many tons it catties, and how long ago it was built, and who built it, and fill about it. A&d you can Hot 6*pect itie to risk the cargo bf my immoi-tal in* terests on board any craft till you tell me what it is made of, and where it was made, and what it is. When, thefl, 1 ask you wha this is you want me to trust ia, yau tell me he ia a very attractive person, Contemporary writers describe his whole appearance as being *esplend» enb There was no need for Christ to tell the children, td come to him. "Suffer little childfen to dome Unto mV'was not spoken td the cshildrens it was spoken to the disciples. The children came readily enough-Without any invitation. No sootier did Jesus appear, than the little ones jumped from their mothers' arms, an avalanche of beauty and love, into his lap. Christ did not ask John to put his head down on his bosom; John could not help but put his head there. 1 suppose a look at Christ was just' to love him. How attractive his manner! Why, when they saw Christ coming along the street, they ran into their houses, and they wrapped up their invalids as quick as they could", and brought them out that he might look at them. Oh, there was something so pleasant, so inviting, BO cheering in everything he did, in liis very look. When these sick ones were brought out did he say: "Do not bring * before me chese sores; do not trouble me with these leprosies?" No, no; there was a kind look, there was a gentle word, there was a healing bouch. They could not keep away from him. In addition to this softness of character, there was a fiery momentum. How the kings of the earth turned pale. Here is a plain man with a few sailors at his back, coming off the sea of Galilee, going up to the palace of-' the Ceasars, making that palace quake to the foundationa, and uttering a word of mercy and kindness which throbs through all the earth, and through all the heavens, and through all ages. Oh, he was a loving Christ. But it was not effeminacy or insipidity of character; it was accompanied with majesty, infinite aud omnipotent. Lest the world should not realize his earnestness, this Christ mounts the cross. You say: "If Christ has to die, why not let him take some deadly potion and lie on a couch in some bright and beautiful home? If he must die, let him expire amid all kindly attentions." No, the world must hear the hammers on the heads of the spikes. The world must listen to the death rattle of the sufferer. The world must feel his warm blood dropping on each cheek, while it looks up into .the face of his anguish, And so the cross must be lifted, and a hole is dug on the top of Calvary. It must be dug three feet deep/and then the cross is laid on the ground, and the sufferer is stretched upon it, and the nails are pounded through nerve and muscle and bone, through the right hand, through the left hand; and then they shake his right hand to see if it is fast, and they heave up the wood, half a dozen shoulders under the weight, and they put the end of the cross to the mouth of the hole, and they plunge it in, all the weight of his body coming down for the first time on the spikes; and while some hold the cross upright, others throw in the dirt and trample it down, and trample it hard. Oh, plant the tree well and thoroughly, for it is to bear fruit such as no other tree ever bore. Why did Christ endure it? He could have taken those rocks, and with them crushed his crucifiers. He could have reached up and grasped the sword of the Omnipotent God, and with one Clean cut have tumbled-, them into perdition. But no, he was to die, He must die, His life for your life. In a European city a young man died on the scaffold for the crime of murder. Some time after, the mother of this young man was dying, and the priest came in, and she made confession to the priest that she was the murderer, and not her son; in a moment of anger she had struck her husband a blow that Blew him. The son came sudden' ly jnto the room, and was washing away the wounds and trying tp resucitate his father, when gome one looked through the window and saw bimand supposed bim to be the criminal. Th&t young jnan died fop bis own mother. You gay, "It was wonderful tbit he never exposed ber." Put I tell you of a grander thing. Christ, the Son 'of Sod, died not fpr bi§ mother, PS* for his father, but'for bis SWQP» enemies. Ob, smeb & Christ so patient not trott him? X tbiofc tb§r§ are waey isfMiejjee s| the Spirit pi Sad wba poly tell me bsw;" and fte great asked, fey, Qjftny jg, *•; tad when, I I leak, wp and »tfer the prayer whifiU &Qwian& 8iU §9 $#$% "- " mtbe jnj$fs of bi§ temsBfe HJJW w y,ou;j!$ |pus1j i take AWfty- yont Ml .tiktt sway. " fthd they &f s at!* 1 f §ad ifiy fcifcle &tiy rnOfH? fofef 0*S 1 6tf bfef lft# ttni an]? mSitP * ¥66, IhiS mbin§nl EeU(Ste with til f&W fatti ahetyoii Ir6 Sftttd, Why, ChrisUI billy Waiting to fit if8fil yoli 1frh&t yon give ta scores of people ever;? day. Wh&t is that? Confidence. If these people Whoffi you tfustf d&y by day are mofe Wot thy tli an Christ, if they are mote faithful than Christ, if they hate done more than Christ ever did, then gi?e them the preference; bat if yoti f feally think that Ohtist i§ &5 tf usi? worthy as they ate, then deal with him as i. aiflyi "Oh," sayi some ens in a iifht way, "1 believe that Christ was born in Bethlehem, and 1 believe that he died on the cross. " fio you bdiefe it with yotii? head of yout hear t? 1 will illus- ttate the diflefenee. You- are in you? own house, In the morning you open a newspaper and you read how Capt Braveheart on the sea risked his life for the salvatiol of his passengers, ton say, "Wh&t a grand fellow he must have been! His family deserves •very well of the country." You fold the newspaper and sit down at the table, and perhaps do not think of that incident again. That is historical faith. But now you are on the sea, and it is night, and you are asleep, and you are awakened by the shriek of "ffirel" You rush out on the deck. You hear, amid the wringing of the hands and the fainting, the cry: "No hope! No hope! Wearelostl we are lostl" The sail puts out its wing of fire, the ropes | make a burning ladder' in the night heavens, the spirit of wreck hisses in the wave, and on the hurricane deck shakes out its banner of smoke and darkness. "Down with the life boats!" cries the captain. "Down with the life boats!" People rush into them. The boats are about full. Room only for one more man. You are standing on the deck beside the captain, Who shall it be? You or the captain? The captain says, "You." You jump, and are saved. He stands there, and dies. Now, you believe that Captain Braveheart sacrificed himself for his passengers, but you believe it with love, with tears, with ho t and long continued exclamations; with great grief at his loss and joy at your deliverance. That is saving faith. In other words, what you believe with all the heart, and believe in regard to yourself. On this hinge turns my sermon; aye, the salvation of your immortal .soul. You often go across a bridge you know nothing about You do not know who built the bridge, you do not know what material it is made of; but you come to it and walk over it and ask no questions. ' And here is an arched bridge blasted, from the "Rock of Ages." And built by the Architect of t the whole universe, spanning the dark gulf between sin and righteousness, and all God aska «y.ou is to walk across it; And you start, and you come, and you stop, and you go a little way on and you stop, and you fall back, and you experiment. You say, "How do I know that bridge will hold ine?"*in- stead of marching on with firm step, asking no questions, but feeling that the strength of the eternal God is under you. Oh, was there ever a prize proffered so cheap as pardon and heaven are of* fered to you? For how much? A million dollars? It is certainly worth more than that, But cheaper than that you can have it Ten thousand dollars? Less than that Five thousand dollars? Less than that One dollar? Less than that One farthing? Less than that. "Without money and without price," No money to pay, No journey to take. No penance to suffer. Only just one decisive action of the soul; "Believe on the Lord Jesus Christ, and thou Shalt be saved. " __ FEMININITIES. to gtmiofi. fits? ito* tUt Sftsa&t& ft fdfis atsd t&at ?<fat 8arm» partita the ttefwa, et&tes && &of>&tit6&fid gives Sound 4 f efrssiblng sleep. Get fiotfd'S affd PJH§ wtaaita*** ms. FREE!' TttIS KNIFE I Good, ettohg hatiffle as ut«« tu* fine KdttdatloHitl, OMAHA BUSINESS COLLEGE^ UmHIIH CatAlOffUB frtA. K. T. HODSfi. Shot-t- , Telegtaphy. .:»««» iue free. Jf&wa JBusl* ness College, Des Molnes* la, A. C.Jetinlngo, 1'teg. UNIVERSITY OF KOTRi DAME. THE FIFTY-FIRST YEA* Witt OPEN TUESDAY, SEPT, 4TH. Pull courses in Classics, letter*, Science,» «;lvll and Mechaulcal Eiigluecrlug. Thorough 1'repM-atoi-j; arid Commercial Courses. Bt. Edward's Hall for boys under 18 is unlqtio In the completeness of its equipment. CataioffUos sent freo on application to KBV. ANDREW MORUIBSP.Y, 0. 8. C., Kotre Uanio, Ihd. flGftDBMy OP TttBSAGRED HBftRT The course of Instruction in this Academy, conducted by the Kellgious of the Sacred Heart, embraces tha whole range of subjects necessary to constitute a solid and reflned education. Propriety of deportment, personal neatness ami the principles, of morality are objects of unceasing attention, Extensive grounds afford the pupils every facility for useful bodily exercise) their health is nn object of constant solicitude, and in sickness they are attended with maternal care. Fall term opens Tuesday, Sept..4th. Poiv further particulars, address THE SUPERIOR. ' Academy Baored Heart, St. Joseph, May DBS MOINES FIRMS Iowa, Texas and Nebraska lands. MetchandlBB. Stpoks, etc., bought and sold. Iturkciltlaisn, Des Holnm, la. PAPER with 1,000 "personal" ndi.t nlAnnlACIC 11»U of rare books, noiclllcs, etc., mailed free. GUNNEL'S MONTHLY, Toledo. 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