The Algona Upper Des Moines from Algona, Iowa on February 5, 1896 · Page 6
Get access to this page with a Free Trial

The Algona Upper Des Moines from Algona, Iowa · Page 6

Algona, Iowa
Issue Date:
Wednesday, February 5, 1896
Page 6
Start Free Trial

r ^tag'^ ;•?.", ^' fr- ftt Ihe club, and, then shaft* were and 'The meeting-fa&d been 8, tbarwign success, fed in consequence the members Of the .Columbian were lh high feather, ¥he club- was enly a yea? old and each new sueeess meant another Weight thrown on the side of popu* .„„ and permanence, Se the conversation had In It some bf the spirit of the lively young men, "By Jove," said Harris Habberton, "thla is what 1 call real joy of life, A fellow attends to his business during' the day and feels that he deserves a feet at night. So he hies him to the club, where there arc cards, cigars, congenial fellows and a harmless glass." "Nothing like It," said old Hob'bs, who was gray as to the fringes of his bald pate, but had left the "Bachelors" because, as he explained it, "the fellows were getting old and grumpy." "There's always a glow about the very appearance of the club entrance to me," said Habberton. "Oh, we know that's champagne talking, but the vintage seems to have the knack of uttering the truth tonight." This was Lewis Mortimer's contribution to the general talk. "Vintage be hanged!" exclaimed the first speaker, turning on him in mock fury. But old Hobbs Interrupted him with: "Don't hang the vintage now, niy dear •boy, and don't on your life underrate Its power and influence." "I don't, but my words are the words of sane and sober truth. I say and I maintain and I reiterate that there Is a warmth and genial glow about the very entrance to these rooms." "He waxeth oratorical," mocked Mortimer. "Contrast," went on Habberton, without deigning to notice the interruption, "this home-coming with the home-coming of a fellow who is married to a woman." "Or one of these 'new women,'" from Kensington, wflo had not before joined in the conversation. "Ah, now you are talking sense," said old Hobbs, rubbing his hands gleefully. "It is the advent of the new Woman that is keeping so many innocent, eligible and worthy men from matrimony." "How do you know?" interrupted Mortimer, with especial stress on the "you." Some one threw an almanac at him and old Hobbs remarked that he hated "weak attempts at sarcasm." Reginald Vertress was a known and reputed lady's man, so nobody paid much attention when he observed, rather tentatively: "Oh, I haven't much faith in all this talk about the new •woman, anyway. If you'll believe me, she's only the same dear creature with .the addition of a bicycle, big sleeves bled a little, tint Helen dlaybttrn wai a vety sensible girl. She handed tht letter tft net fBother, Saying; "Soteetfiifig" lifts gtffte wfafcg to vej fem, He ShbUld have erftne fo me instead ef wfitlttg, 1 will wait for httt 16 cottc to his senses." She read ft paper that morning be* fore the assaciation and the ladles said of It: "The paper was excellent, but don't you thiflk its Value Was much added to by her manner of reading? It Was read With such spirit" When she came home from the association Helen Clayburn read f oifl Agnew's letter again and cried a little bit as she laid it dawn. ,. " 'He cannot become the laughing stock of men by marrying a girl whose actions place her unmistakably In the ranks of that very undesirable creature, the new Woman.' Who has been talk- Ing to him and what have I done except take an Interest in what should engage the attention of every true woman? Tom, Tom, I love you, but you must—you must come to yourself." And she did not answer the letter. Three weeks passed and Tom Agnew grew uneasy. Why had Helen not written? He had expected a letter froml her before this. He hoped he had said nothing which she'might construe into a desire on his part to break their engagement. He, had not meant to go so far as that. He was at the club one night again, and'in the meantime an election had taken place. There were only cigars on this night. Tbere had been no whist, no champagne. "It is wonderful what a triumph we have in electing pure .and worthy men to take charge of our school interests," said Morris Habberton, seriously. "Yes, we," sneered Lewis Mortimer. "Betsey and I, we killed a bear, didn't we? What are you talking about? It was the women who , did it. They worked before election and then went up to the polls like—ahem—men." "Well, I have no objection to that. I don't want to rob them of their credit. All honor to the women who rid us of boodlers and incompetents." "They acted nobly," chimed in old Hobbs, "but much was due to the splendid leadership and wonderful genius for organization of that Miss Clayburn. She is indeed a great girl. You know her, Agnew, don't you?" "Ah, yes, yes, of course," stammered Tom. "Well, we'll expect you to see that she is one of the patronesses on' 'ladies' day'." As soon as Tom could get out he hurried away, mentally kicking'himself for a wealc fool. , And he called himself by,no milder- name when he found Helen' Clayburn- at home a half-hour later: He explained it all to her, not for a moment sparing himself. "I said that something had happened to vex you," said Helen,' "bu.t oh, Tom! I knew you would come to your senses. But aren't you afraid of me as a new woman? Just think, Tom, I've been elected president of the Woman's Social Purity Club and won the annual medal for the best muffins at the cooking school. Isn't that ominous?" There was a look in her eyes and a 'half-humorous little; tremor in-.her voice that made him clasp her in his arms as ha said: "I don't care if you've been elected sheriff if you'll just forgive me and take me back to your heart again. I donft care how new a woman you are, just so you are mine." , , "f«E KING'S HtdHWAY" LAtESf SO&JECt. fMB fcdidea **«; tie *h<*e, afad ft tallbd tho tta* of xixvS, 8-10. «a Shall Bfl ASH1NGTON, tfeb. 2, 1896.—Rev. Dr. Talmage's sermon for today was a picture of the road that many have traveled and others are trying to get on and is no more appropriate for the capital of the nation than for all still further.' this >ieid a clean food. Many ft fine come miry and foUl because it MB fiat been properly cared ftft; but fny text 6 ays the unclean shall not walk an this additian/ T'he tews of earth Art the crystals af heaven. AS the# take *«* tatters and put theftt thraV t 'and they coin's out tto ,- TT NTAGE BE HANGED, and a vfiembersbip ticket in the V. G. P. U." "Well, whatever may be said," went on Habberton (he had drunk considerable champagne), "the new woman Js a painful reality. We hate to admit her presence, but she is here, though we hope not to stay." "Pray forbear," exclaimed the irrepressible Mortimer. "Who knows but some of our number have formed 'entangling alliances' with new women ,who make political speeches and head petitioning conventions?" "May gracious heaven forbid!" rer gponded Habberton, in such a tone bf mock tragedy that the whole company burst into peals of rollicking laughter, ' There was one young man who had . not Joined in tbe conversation and who aid not Join In the laugh, ..This ,was Tom Agnew, He sat ' smoking in an obscure corner, and bis 'face flushed at the last words of Hab- Mury'u Culls. Mary trotted into a.,neighbor's .house one morning last week,, climbed up into an easy chair and, settled herself for a talk. "I have be|en making 1 calls," she announced, "I'ye been to Aunt Lucy's and Mrs. C.'s,, and the W,'s, I've been out ever since.'breakfast calling." Her hostess thought it wise... to 'ask: "And does your •mother know -yhere you are, Mary?" All the glow died out of her face, She pushed'herself forward In her chair, with her finger to her lip, "Lot—me—see," ' she • slowly mused. "I — guess — I — mu'st — go — home—now.'' Mortimer and the laugh which, greeted them, As SOOH as con- ypnjen,ee. would. Allow, be arose In We wln4 » strange fight was "place between resentment, )pye lie jeit $at in kewis Mortimer's there baa bejn a ve}le4 sllw WflJseJf, though MB engagement NOTBS, Denman Thompson's' forthcoming play is entitled "The Sunshine in the Alley," Charles Frohman says that receipts generally through the country on Christmas day were about 33 per cent less than last year, The matinees were bad everywhere. More places of amusement are now open in New York than are to be found in London or Paris, It takes ?3Q,QQO,- OOQ capital to run them, and they give employment to 20,000 persqns, The London Times says o|E w, D. Howell's one-act comedy, "A Dangerous Ruffian'*; "Jt is »°t likely to enhance his literary reputation or to lead to his with the more intimate connection stage," an absence Pf five years, Miss Palmer renewed her .acquaint-with the American public, in New y eight in "The'Pchsoi farce, M* tbife agts, by 'Aiheyt Malice, places. The text chosen 8-10: ''And an highway shall be there, and a way, and It shall be called the way of holiness; the unclean shall not pass over it; but it shall be for those: the wayfaring men, though fools, shall not err therein. No lion shall be there, nor any ravenous beast shall go thereon, it shall not be found there; but the redeemed shall walk there; and the ransomed of the- Lord shall return, and come to Zion with songs and everlasting joy upon their heads; they shall obtain joy and -gladness, and sorrow and sighing shall flee away." There are hundreds of people In this house who want to find the right road. You sometimes see a person halting at cross roads, and you can tell by his looks that he wishes to ask a question as to what direction he had better take. And I stand in your presence conscious of tho fact that there are many of you her who realize there are a thousand wrong roads, but only one right one; and I take it for granted that you have come in to ask which one it is. Here is one road that opens widely, but I have not much faith in it.. There are a great many expensive toll-gates scattered all along that way. Indeed, at every rod you niust pay in tears, or pay in genu- flexions, or pay in flagellations. On that road, 'if you get through it at all, you have to pay your own way; and since this differs so much f ram what I have heard in regfcrd to the-right way, I believe it is the wrong way. Here is another road. On either side of it are houses of sinful entertainment, and invitations to come in, and dine and rest; but from the looks of the people who stand on the piazza, I am certain it is the wrong house.and the wrong way. Here is another road. It is very beautiful and macadamized. The horses' hoofs clatter and ring, and they who ride over it spin along the highway, until suddenly they find that the road breaks over an embankment and they try to 'halt, and they saw the bit in the mouth of the fiery steed, and cry "Ho! ho!" But it is too late, and—crash!— they go over the embankment. We shall turn and see, if we cannot find a different kind of a road. You have heard of the Appian Way. It was three hundred and fifty miles long. It was twenty-four feet wide, and on either side of the road was a path for foot passengers. It was made out of rocks cut in hex 1 -, agonal shape and fitted together. What a road it must have been! Made of smooth, hard rock, three hundred and fifty miles long. No wonder that in the construction of it the treasures of a whole empire were exhausted. Because of invaders, and the elements, and Time —the old conqueror who tears up a road as he goes ove,r it—there is nothing left of that structure but a ruin., But I have to tell you of a road built before the Appian Way, and yet it is as good as when first constructed. Millions of souls have gone over it. Millions more will come, The prophets and apostles, too, Pursued this road while here below; Wo therefore will, without dismay. Still walk in Christ, the good old way. First, this road of the text is the King's highway. In the diligence you dash on over the'Bernard pass of the Alps, mile after mile, and there is not so much as a pebble to jar the wheels. You go over bridges which cross chasms that make you hold your breath; under projecting rook; along by dangerous precipice; through tunnels adrip with the meltings oi the glaciers, and, perhaps for the first time learn the majesty of a road buijt and supported by governmental authority, Well, my Lord the King decided to build a highway from earth to heaven. It should span all the chasms of human wretchedness; It should tunnel all the mountains of earthly difficulty j It should be wide enough and strong enough to hold fifty thousand millions of the human race, if so many of them should ever be born, It should be blasted out of the "Rook of Ages," and cemented with, the blopd of the Cross, and be lifted amid'the shouting of angels and the execration W devils, Th e King sent his Son to build that rpad, He put head and hand and heart to it, and after the was cpmpleted waved his blistered over the way, crying: "It is fln- ffappieon paid fifteen million francs for the puiidlng jpf the. Slmplon one. ftoom on either fide to away your sins, indeed, if ydu want t» carry them along yott ate not on the right foad, That bridge will break • those overhanging rocks will fall, the faight will come down, leaving you at, the mercy of the mountain bandits, and at the very next turn of the foad you will perish. But If you are really on.' this clean road of Which I have been speaking, then you will stop evef and anon to wash in the water that stands; in the basin of the eternal rock. , Aye, at almost every step of the journey you will be crying out: "Create' within me a clean heart." If you have no such aspirations as that, It proves that you have mistaken your way; and if you will only look up and see the fingerboard above your head, you may, read upon It the words: "There is a, way that seemeth right unto a«man, but, the end thereof is death." Without; holiness no man shall see the Lordjj and if you have any idea that you can, carry along your sins, your lusts, your worldliness, and yet get at the end of: the Christian race, you are so awfully^ mistaken, that, In the name of God, I shatter tho delusion. Still further: The road spoken of is, a plain road. "The wayfaring men,) though fools, shall not err therein.". That is, if a man is three-fourths of an idiot, he can find this road just as Well as if he were a philosopher. The imbecile boy, the laughing stock of the street, and followed by a mob hooting, at him, has only to just knock once at the gate of heaven, and it swings open;' while there has been many a man who' can lecture about pneumatics, and chemistry, and tell the story of Faraday's theory of electrical polarization, and yet has been shut out of heaven. There has been many a man who stood, in an observatory and swept the heav-' ens with his telescope, and yet has not a-, ful white' sheets of paper, so often the rags of earthly destitution, under the ra o cylinders of death, come out a white scroll upoii which shall be wHttett eternal emancipation. passage "of Scripture, There was Mie the force of p , which I never understood until one day at Chamounlx, with Mont Blanc oti i one side and Montanvert on the other I opened my Bible and read: As the mountains are around abouUerusalem, the Lord Is aroUhd about them that dangeta ahd road, that hie cannon pight so over for the of Italy; but «ur (pense, has built IPJ & prppse, that th? pf he.ays»}y flowtnipn mjgjt 'n aysr it, £ejng 8 -King's of CO.UVBO it 'Was well bMiits cfte4 8»4 hwJp ajjd cr,«shed. the . , - been able to see the Morning Star. Many a man has been familiar with all tho higher branches of mathematics, and yet could not do the simple sum: "What shall it profit a man if he gain the whole world and lose his own soul?" Many a man has been a fine reader of tragedies and poems, and yet could not "read his title clear to mansions in the. skies." Many a man has botanized across the continent, and yet not known the "Rose of Sharon, and the Lily of the Valley." But if one shall come in the right spirit, asking the way to heaven, he shall find it a plain way. The pardon is plain. The peace is plain. Everything is plain. He who tries to get on the road to heaven through the New Testament teaching will get on beautifully. He who goes through philosophical discussion, will not get on at all. Christ says: "Come to me, and I will take all your sins away, and I will take all your troubles away." Now, what is the use of my discussing it any more? Is not that plain? If you wanted to go to some city and I pointed you out a highway thoroughly laid out, would I be wise in detaining you by a geological discussion about the gravel you will pass over, or a physiological discussion about the muscles you will have to bring into play? No. After this Bible has pointed you the way to heaven is it wise for me to detain .you with any discussion about the nature of the human will, or whether the atonement is limited or unlimited? There is the road—go on it. It is a plain way. "This is a faithful saying, and worthy of all acceptation,.that Christ Jesus came into the world to save sinners." And that is you and that is me. Any little child here can understand this as well as I can. "Unless you become as a little child, you cannot see the kingdom of God." If you are saved, it will not be as a philosopher, it will be as a little child. "Of such is the kingdom of heaven." Unless you get the spirit of little children, you will never come out at their glorious destiny. Still further: this road to heaven is a safe road. Sometimes the traveler in those ancient highways would think himself perfectly secure, not knowing there was a lion by the way, burying his head deep between his paws, and then,' when the right moment came, under the fearful spring the man's life was gone, and there was a. mauled carcass by the roadside. But, says my text, "No lion shall be there," I wish I could make you feel your entire security. I tell you plainly that one minute after a man has become a child of God, he is safe as though be had been ten thousand years in heaven. He may slip, he may slide, he may stumble; but he cannot be destroyed. Kept by the power of God, through faith, unto complete salvation, Everlastingly safe, The severest trial to which you can subject a Christian man is to kill him, and that is glory, In other words, the worst thing that can happen a child pf God is heaven,' The bpdy is only the aid slippers that be tbrews aside just befpre putting on the sandals of light, His soul, you cannot 'hurt it. No fires can consume it, NP floods can drown it. No devils can capture it, Firm and unmoved are they Who rest their souls on Qo4; Fixed as the ground where pavld stood, Qr -Where the nrfe abode, Pis ioul Jg safe, -pig reputation is Everything is safe, "But," y o,u, suppose hi§ stpre burns up?" Why then it will be pnly a change Pf . ._ ^ m mm ^ tft be8YtBjy „,-„.,.-, H B.Jjt, !I ygjj Bay, "s^ppojie his Rapje gpes do.wg under the hppf pj mm %&$ eojjte»pt?'< The, mm will fear"him7'" The surroundings were an omnipotent commentary. Though troubles assail, and affright! ... ,, t Though friertds should all i yet °o e na a thing secures us, whatever be<The Scripture assures us the Lord will provide. . Still further: the road spoken of is a pleasant road. God gives a bond of indemnity against all evil to every man that treads It. "All things work together for good to those who love God. No weapon formed against them can prosper. That is the bond, signed, sealed, and delivered by the President of the whole universe. What is the use of your fretting, 0 child of God, about food? "Behold the fowls of the air: for they sow not, neither do they reap, nor gather Into barns; yet your heavenly Father feedeth them." And will he take care of the sparrow, will he take care of the raven, will be take care of the hawk, and let you die? What is the use of your fretting about clothes? "Consider the lilies of the field. Shall he not much more clothe you, 0 ye of little faith?" What is the use worrying for fear something will happen to your home? ."He blesseth the habitation of the just." What is the use of your fretting lest you will be overcome of temptations? "God is faithful, who will not suffer you to be tempted above that ye are able; but will with the temptation also make a way to escape, that you may be able to bearit." Oh.thls King's highway! Trees of life on either side, bending over until their branches interlock and drop midway their fruit and shade. Houses of entertainment on either side the road for poor pilgrims. Tables spread with a feast of good things, and walls adorned witn apples of gold in pictures of silver. I start out on the King's highway, and I find a harper, and I say, "What is your name?" The harper makes no response, but leaves me to guess, as with his eyes toward heaven and his hand upon the trembling strings this tune comes rippling on the air: "The Lord is my light and my salvation. Whom shall I fear? The Lord is the strength of my life. Of whom shall I be afraid?" I go a little farther on the same road and meet a trumpeter of heaven, and I say, "Haven't you got some music for a tired pilgrim?" And wiping his lip and taking a long breath, he puts his mouth to the trumpet and pours forth this strain: "They shall hunger no more, neither shall they thirst any more, neither shall the sun light on them, nor any heat, for the Lamb which is in the midst of the throne shall lead them to living fountains of water, and God shall wipe away all tears from their eyes." I go a little distance farther on the same road, and I meet a maiden of Israel. She has no harp,but she has cymbals. They look as if they had rusted from sea-spray; and I say to the maiden of Israel: "Have you no song for a tired pilgrim?" And like the clang of victors' shields the cymbals clap as Miriam begins to discourse: "Sing ye to the Lord, for he hath triumphed gloriously; the horse and the Tider hath he thrown into the sea." And then I see a white-robed group. 'They come bounding toward me, and I say, "Who are they? The happiest, and the brightest, and the fairest in all heaven—who are they?" And the answer comes: "These are they who came out of great tribulations, and had their robes washed and made white in the blood of the Lamb." ftlnf§ far ASH cofitlfiu-e 16 be;, eafved and dialed, Indian style, • Stones imbedded. Fast-selling articles jtifit now M«) ton dishes find nanplee of all cut glass and fine china* Stands far playing cards piereed Work case af silver, mounts!! end in an oblotig silver tray, f hie season's products i 6arV6d busts, statU.ettes and groups] ivory, delighted the holiday shopp 6r i Mahogany cabinets in Louis xv.i. attract With the'artistic marquetry L eigns, with Which they are decotatcil The silver skirt grip, a practical! Vide for securing the back of ths i to the belt, recommends itself to | women, Every traveler Is alive to the u. blllty af a large alllgater satchel i toletely fitted with silver and cut j app'Urtenancea. A 'Canal Choked tip la practically useless. The human ofg_ is provided with a canal which somet becomes choked Up, notnely, the Bo through which much of the effete andv. matter of the system escapes. AVhentl are obstructed—constipated, In other v —Hostctter's Stomach Bitters will re. them effectually, but without pain. and| stitute a regular habit of body. Tnlso cine also remedies malarial, bilious, dyi tic, rheumatic, nervous and kidney tfosj| and strengthens the entire system. "Sot Ills Ambition. ghe—Wouldn't you like to be a f Mr. Dulle? ' He—No, thank you. . I have no de be shunned by everybody. The Bonds and tho Syndicate, The syndicate will not be greatly aff« by not getting the bonds under a prlil arrangement, so long as it gets the bon- 11 a WRITERS OF BOOKS. The announcement that Mrs. Humphry Ward is at work on another short story raises the suspicion that some one has cut her yard stick. Allison is said to have consumed twenty-four years in the preparation Of his "History of Europe," but many important literary enterprises were carried on by him during this time. Ella Wheeler WiJcox declares that she believes in the doctrine of reincarnation, and that three-fourths of the inhabitants of the world believe in it, too. She thinks she was a cat, once, It may be encouraging to young au« thors to know that of 165 books pub* lisbed In one week during the month pf October, a representative house in New York took only forty, leaving i25 untouched, It is said that Jules Simon's real name is Sulsse, and that when his first book was written, Yictpr Cousin advised him tp change it on account of the number pf Swiss acting in tbe capacity pf concierge in Paris, Alphonse Daudet's home is in the Faubourg Saint Germain, and in which he lives is a quiet one, sparse shops j> not changed their style pf winflpw dressing: since the death pf the P»9 de Berri. 8hP4a Brpughtpn is, still Jiving at Qxfpjd, a stately, charming ... Just beginning the a^tnwn af jife. ws p,}ease<j t« welcome ber literary frien<H tQ her h9»e to the university tflwn, | 9 r & DM b§ rjftfly fee Is what gives Hood's Sarsaparilla Its great] ularlty, Increasing sales and wonderful The combination, proportion and proc preparing Hood's Sarsaparilla are unl toother medicines, and make It pecu Itself. It acts directly and positively ui blood, and as the blood reaches every and corner o£ the human system, nerves, muscles, bone? and tissues ci der too beneficent Influence of Hood Sarsaparilla The One True Blood Turiner. All drugglstil CHro u j» r»Mi ieaj MOOd S FlllS take, easy to operate, SEED FROM GROWER TO PLANTER^< i New and Wonderful Varieties sola at j lowest growing prices. I give you middleman's proflf and Seeds that Qrow, Novelty Presents free with orders. My New Seed and Plant Book FREE. Write I now before they are gone. • H. W. BUCKBEE, Bookford Seed Farms, [ P. O. Boi 008. . KOOKFOKD,ILL8.| SHE AEBMOTOB CO. floea halt orwrt Windmill business, because It bu reducetftlKi'CMI Wind power to i.iffwhrt Itwas-o It baa nun; Jff" 1 .-•B,. houses, aadiuppllei Its goods in! re . at jour door. It can and flow In" .better article Ipr less BOM) I I others. It makes PumplJJ . Qoared, S^eel QalTtnlie^l Oorapletl6n Wlndmllll, y.nnd FlieiLSteel /Towers, StetlBJ-. ''Frames, Steel Feed Cutters Mil i Grinders. On application H willB«M| „. of those articles that It will furnlii"' January 1st at 1/3 tbe usual price. • It «lwr SJSTJaa .Ptimps or all kinds. Send lor ciUl 12th, Rockwell and FUlmore Streets, Cblci ASMOKE YOUR MEA DO YOU KNOW,.. . 35?a?kag:cs Earliest Vegetable Se«< POTATOES IN 28 l Y9

What members have found on this page

Get access to

  • The largest online newspaper archive
  • 11,200+ newspapers from the 1700s–2000s
  • Millions of additional pages added every month

Try it free