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Algona, Iowa
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Wednesday, October 7, 1896
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ALflOKA IOWA. WiaPNMDA? fof did he not Dfdtalse, "I KMHM W01E. dtf arc & man," salt the ddc- tbt* .gaatng fixedly at Anatole, Aaatoie stagger ed. He had tome to spend the evening With hts old f fiend Dr. Bardais, the 11* lustfious savant Whbse Works on poisonous substah- £68 are well known, but whose aoble- dess of heart and fatherly kindness Anatole more than any one could ap* predate; And it was from such a fcoutce that the young man had heard ihe terrible prognostication, "Unfortunate child, what have you beeh doing?" said the doctor. "Nothing, 1 assure you," stammered Anatole. • "Think well; recall all your actions. What have you eaten, drunk, inhaled?" ' This last Word startled Anatole. .That very morning he had received a letter from a friend who was traveling kbout India. In this letter was a flower plucked on the borders of the Ganges, fe red flower of peculiar shape, whose jjerfume he now distinctly remembered was strangely penetrating. Drawing the letter from his pocket he showed Its contents to the savant. "No more doubt!" exclaimed the latter; "it is the tyramenensis indica—the flower of death!" • A "Is it possible?" "Alas! I am certain of it!" "Oh, no, it cannot be. Look, I am full of life and health." "At what time did you open the fatal /etter?" "At 9 o'clock this morning." "Tomorrow moyning, then, at the same hour, at the same minute, full of health though you are, as you claim, rou will feel a certain pain at your beart and in a moment all will be aver." "And do you know no remedy, no means to—?" "None," said the doctor sinking in a ihair, overcome with grief. On seeing the emotion of his old friend Anatole realized he was indeed doomed and he rushed out like a mad man. He walked mechanically in the night, his ideas wild and upset, stumbling along like one dazed by a heavy blow, not noticing that the streets were getting more deserted, until he finally sank on some steps thoroughly exhausted. After a little rest he attempted to gather his wandering thoughts. "My situation is that of one condemned to death—and how long have I now to live?" Hejjooked at his watch. "Three o'clock. Better go to bed. Go to bed? Spend in sleep the last six tiourc of my life. I ought to have some•thing to do before I leave. Why, certainly. My will!" • Battering an all-night restaurant Anatolo called: ' ^'Waiter, a bottle of champaign and a bottle of ink." Alter refreshing himself he said: "'Sis thousand pounds income! No lather, nor mother, happily for them. I see but one person in whom I have an interest—Nicette!" Nicette was a distant cousin, a charming girl of 18, with blonde hair large black eyes. Like him, she . "NICETTE!" "ANATOLE!" was alone in the world and that liacl wtabliehed a bond of sympathy be- .jween them. His last will was speedily drawn up; everything was to go to. ,'Nicette. Then be drank a second $Jass of champagne. •"J?por Nicette," be thought, "she was lulte sad the last time I saw hor. Her- guardian, wbpse knowledge of the, world is restricted to his class o£ wind Instruments at the conservatory, had promised her hand tp some brute of a clown whom she despised, She bates tilm All tbe more since she loves some »ne else, as far as I could make out frpro her words full of reticence and , iby$ess. WbP can that happy Individ- ga,l be? Worthy be roust be or she not ehpsen him. rfleawtifui, good, sweet and loving Ijpette deserves the pest of husbands, Js she wot the wife I would have It is an infamy t6 force j,p this marriage-*"! will be her this Jn- Tp«fflQ,rrPW I will—• But to^ will be too late. J. must ask It te gojnewbat early tP •wfl! ftot «. 11 &$e. Aad ndw ytifi hafre &f ; , 1 will Hot detain you." 'tfeit id ndt vefy kind, fatit 1 am ifi* . as well as persistent, Mf, Boti- vard. I Will forgive your rudeness and Will fetnain." "KSmeinbef, if you will, 1 cofisidef you ae gohe and have ftd inore to say," Mf. fiouvafd turned his back, but suddenly jumped up roaring at Anatole, who Was blowing with all his might in one of the professors instfu* meats. , "My tfombttne, sir! Presented by my fcUfciis! Let go, sift" "Consider you as depafted, slf, and anl beguiling the tedious moments waiting for your return." "Stop, 1 say! My landlady allows no practicing. She cannot love music as i do;" "I beg of you, stop!" "Do you consent, then?" "What do you mean?" "You must give up this marriage." "Mr. Capdenac has my word." "Promise me that if I make him give Up my cousin will be free." "If you can do that, yes." "Where does he live?" "No. 100 Rue dcs Deem-Epees." "Au revoir." cried Anatole, hastily leaving Bouvard. It was 6 o'clock when he arrived at M. Capdenac's. "Who is there?" called a rough voice through the door. "Open. I have a message from M. Bouvard." The noise of three different keys in as many locks was heard. "A very prudent man," thought Anatole. At last the door opened. Mr. Capdenac's rooms were literally hung with arms of all kinds, yatagh- ans, poisoned arrows, pisiols, swords, a veritable arsenal. This alone was enough to make a timid soul quail. "Sir," oaid Anatole, "you wish to marry Miss Nicette. It must not be!" "And who will prevent it?" "I will." Capdenac looked at Anatole, who, though not very large, seemed a determined man. "Ah, young man, you are very lucky to find me in a kind mood. Do you know that out of the twenty duels I boast five of my adversaries were killed, the rest wounded? I consider your youth and spare you. Go away while it is yet time." "I am a-ware of your great skill, sir, and judge you are a worthy adversary. Come, let ua take these two swords, or these marine axes or these firearms. What are you thinking about?" "Your mother and her grief." "I have no mother. Come, what dp, you think of this revolver?" ' i ' "Don't trifle with firearms!" ;Y ' "Are you afraid? You are shaking." "With cold." "Come, will you fight or give upj Nicette?" ., , ] "I like your bravery. Let/fUs'un- derstand each other. For spine time back I have thought of getting out. r" this marriage. But I muat not geein to be threatened out of it. You have threatened me." "I will take it all back!" "Very well, then." • "Will you write and sign youi" w^ith- drawal?" „ (' * "I see I must do as you wlshv"',., Armed with the precious document,; Anatole ran back to Mr. Bouvard's, He- handed him the paper and, ran to Nicette's door, calling to her to wake up, dress and come down. ( , r ' ! "What can be the matter?" she asked soon after appearing in the drawing room. ' "Your cousin is a madman!" ' announced Mr. Bouvard. >" "Mad I may be," said Anatole, "but' Nicette will thank her stars for what I have accomplished this night;. Mr. Capdenac releases you and your guardian consents to your union with the one you love." "Truly, guardian, I may marry Anatole?" '.'What!" exclaimed Anatole. "Since it is you I love, cousin." At this moment Anatole felt his heart give a leap. Was it joy, or anguish, or death? i. "Oh, misery! She loves pie, Happiness within reach, and,'yet I must die!" Then ho laid bis fevered hands on Nicette's and told her all. "Impossible!" she cried, "That doctor is mistaken. Who is he?" "A man who is never mistaken—Dr. Bardais." "Bardais!" exclaimed Bouvard, laughing loud and long. "Bardais! See what the paper says of him," "Bardais, the eminent savant, has been stricken with mental aberration, His mania takes a scientific turn. Having long made a study of poisonous substances, he fancies every one he meets poisoned -and dopmed," etc. "Nicette!" "Aoatole!" And they fell in each pther's TftLMAGE'S SERMON. 5 J we |pr Wl«?ette!" IB * $e,4Qpr Washington, to, C., Oct. 4, 1896.—We send this out, one of- the most unique sermons Dr. Taimage evef pfeacbed. It is as novel as wide-sweeping and practical. His subject is, "Diving Chirography," the text being: Luke, 10: 20: "Rejoice because your names are Written in heaven." Chirography, of the aft of handwriting, like the science of acoustics, is ift a Very unsatisfactory state, While constructing a church, and told by some architects that the voice Would hot be beard in a building shaped like that proposed, I came in much anxiety to this city and consulted with P>ofessof Joseph Henry, of the Smithsonian In* titution, about the law of acoustics. He said: "Go ahead and build your church in the shape proposed, and 1 think it will be all right. 1 have studied the laws of sound perhaps more than any man of my time, and I have come so far as this: Two auditoriums may seem to be just exactly alike, ana in one the acoustics may be good and in the other bad." In the same unsatisfactory stage is chirography, although many declare they have reduced it to a science. There are those who say they can read character by hahdwrit- ing. It is said that the way one writes the letter "I" decides his egotism or modesty, and the way one writes the letter "0" decides the height and depth of his emotions. It is declared a cramped hand means a cramped nature, and an easy, flowing hand a facile and liberal spirit; but if there be anything in this science, there must be some rules not yet announced, for some of the boldest and most aggressive men have a delicate and small pen' manship, while some of the most timid sign their names with the height and width and scope of the'name:of;John Hancock on the immortal document. Some of the cleanest, in- person and thought present their, blotted and spattered page, and some,of the roughest put before us an immaculate chirography. Not our character, but ,the copy-plate set before,us in our schoolboy day, decides the general style of pur handwriting. So .also .there is a fashion in penmanship, and for one de- ? cadq :the letters are exaggerated, and in the next minified:'now erect and now aslant,,.now Heay.y arid np'w fine. An autograph album is always a surprise, ahdyoufindthe penmanship contradicts tliejcharacter of the writers. But while the! chirography of the earth is uiji- ceriain, our blessed Lord in our text presents '< 'the' chirography.' celestial. *When addressing the seventy disciples standing before him, Jie said: "Rejoice because your names are written in heaven."' '* * * . Wfheri- you come up and look for your! name in the mighty tomes of eternity,'and you are so happy as to find jit there, you will notice that the penmanship is 1 'Christ's, and that the letters were written with ja, trembling :hand. Not trembling withv old. age, for he had only passed three decades when he expired. It was soon, after the thirtieth anniversary of his; birthday. Look overall the business acounts you kept or the letters you wrote, at thirty years of,age, and if you -were ordinarily •strong, 'and well, then there was no tremor in the chirography. Why the 'tfeinor in the hand that wrote your name? in heaven? Oh, it was a compression of more troubles than ever smot$ anyone else, and all of them troubles assumed for others. Christ was prematurely old. He had been exposed to all the weathers of Palestine. He had slept out of doors, now in the night dew and now in the tempest. He had been soaked in the surf of Lake Galilee. Pillows for others, but he had not where to lay his head. Hungry, he could ,not even get a fig on which to breakfast; or have you missed the pathos of that verse, "In the morning, as he returned to the .city, he hungered, and when he saw a fig tree in the way, he came to it and found nothing thereon." 'Oh, he was a hungry Christ, and nothing makes the hand tremble worse than hunger, for It pulls upon the stomach, and the stomach pulls jipon the brain, and the brain pulls upon the nerves, and the agitated nerves make the hand quake. On the top of all this exasperation came abuse. What sober man ever wanted to be called a drunkard? but Christ was called one, What man, careful of the company he keeps, wants to be called illumination. Nptwitnstanding the great brilliancy of the ejeptrlc light, it is » well-known fact that its penetrating power, especially IR tbicK and, foggy weather, }s U9t ep»i IQ gas, and tov tb,{§ reason in many casej Jt has not been adppted iji JlfbtbQUseSf ' A new departure } 8 now pi-ojtpseg IR the ap.pJiostjipn of tb.e ,' whjcb, effort wp? pyer firdtosry gp fir oU, the associate of prpfligates? but he was so called. What loyal man wants to be charged with treason? but he was charged with it, What man of devout speech wants to be called a blasphemer? but he was so termed, What man of self-respect wants to be struck in the mouth? but that is where they struck him. Or to be the victim of Vilest expectoration? but under that he stooped. Oh, he was a worn-out Christ. That is tbe reason he died so soon upon the cress. Many victims of crucifixion Jived day after d-ay upon the cross; but Christ was in the court-ropm at 12 o'clock of noon and had expired at 8 o'clock in the afternpos Pf the 6&ly foil. Not sated Ifl a prdMSseu6til way. Not put Into a glorified mob. fro, no! Though yttu came up, the worst sinner that was Svef saved, aid somebody, who knew you in this wofld at one time as absolutely abandoned and dissolute, should say, "1 hevef heafd of your conversion and I do not believe you have a fight' to be here," you could just laugh a'laugh of tfi- umpb, and turning over the leaves Containing the names of the fedeemed, Say, "Read it fof yourself. That is my name, written out in full, and do you hot recognize the handwriting? No young scribe of heaven entered that. No anonymous wfitef put it there, Do you not see the tfeinof in the lines? Do you not also see the boldness of the letters? is .it hot as plain as yonder thrPne, as plain as yonder and the handwriting unmistakable? and the handwHting unmistakable% The crucified Lord wrote it there the day I repented and turned. Hear it! Hear it! My name Is written there! There!" I have sometimes been tempted to think that there will be so many of us in heaVen that we will be lost, in the crowd. No. Each one of us will be as distinctly picked but and recognized as was' Abel when he entered from earth, the very first sinner saved, and at the head of that long procession of sinners Saved .in all the centuries. My dear hearers, if we once get there, I do not want it left uncertain as to whether we are to stay there. After you and I get fairly settled there, in our heavenly home, we do not want our title proved defective. We do not wa'nt to be ejected from the heavenly premises. We do not Want some one to say, "This is not your-room In the house of many mansions, and you have on an attire that you ought not to have taken from the heavenly wardrobe, and that is not 'really your name on the ^books. If .you had more carefully examined the writing in the register at the gate, you would have found that the name was not yours at all, but mine. Now move out, while I move in." Oh, what wretchedness, after once worshipping in heavenly temples, to be compelled to turn your back on the music, and after .having joined the society of the blessed, to be forced to quit it forever, and after having .clasped our long-lost kindred in heavenly embrace, to have another separation! What an agony would 1 there be in such a good-by to tieaven! Glory be .to God on high that our names will be so plainly written in those volumes that neither saint, nor cherub, nor seraph, nor archangel shall doubt it for one moment, for five hundred eternities, if 'there were room for so many. The oldest inhabitant of heaven can read it, and the child that left its mother's lap last night for heaven can read it. You will not just look at your name and close the book, but you will stand, and soliloquize, and say, "Is it not wonderful that my name is there at all? How much it cost my Lord to get it there? Unworthy am I to have it in the same book with the sons and daughters of martrydom and with the choice spirits of all time! But there it is, and so plain the word r.nd so plain all'the letters!" And you will turn forward and backward the leaves and see other names there, perhaps your father's name, and your mother's name, and your brother's name, and your sister's name, and your wife's name, and apostolic names, and say, "I am not surprised that those names are here recorded. They'were better than I ever was. But astonishment overwhelming, that my name Is in this book!" And turning back to the page on which is inscribed your name, you will stand and look at it, until seeing that others are waiting to examine the records with reference to' their own names, you step back into the ranks of the redemed, with them to talk over the wonderment. Again, if you are so happy as to find your name in the volumes of eternity, you will find it written indelibly. Go up to the State Department in this national capital and see the old treaties signed by the rulers of foreign nations just before or just after the beginning of this century, and you will find that some of the documents are so faded out that you can read only here and there a word. From the paper, yellow with age, or the parchment unrolled before you, time has effaced line after line. You have to guess at the name, and perhaps guess wrongly. Old Time is represented as carrying a scythe, with which he cuts down the generations; but he carries also chemicals 1U1 U1U UD "•"• *•- -- - ---- • ri.4 I blot out their transgressions !" Ana if sometene in heaven should remember eome 6f otii- earthly Iniquities and ask God about them, the Lot d would say, "Oh, 1 forgot them. 1 completely forgot those sihs, for I promised, "Their sins and their iniquities will 1 renleitt* her ho more.' " In the fires that burn tip ouf world all the safety deposits, and all the title-deeds, and all the halls of record, uhd all the libraries will disappear, worse than when the 200,* 000 volumes and the tOO.OOO manuscripts of the Alexandrian LibrarV t hfct Wffnid t« t/hreasonabtfe,' "1 tofidewttand that yon &<jod lot 6. fchoft bouf m tbe doorway last nigbt talking to ii " went down Under the torch of Omar, and net a leaf or word will escape ihe flame in that last conflagration, which i think will be witnessed by other planets, whose inhabitants Will ex* claim, "Look! There is a world on fire." But there Will be only one conflagration in heaven, and that will not destroy but irradiate! I mean the conflagration of splendors that blaze on the towers and domes, and temples and thrones, and rubied and diamonded walls in the light of the sun that never sets. Indelible! There Is not on earth an autograph letter or signature of Christ. The only time he wrote out a word on earth, though he knew so well how to write, he wrote with reference to having it soon shuffled out by human foot, the time that he stooped down and with his finger wrote on the ground the hypocrisy of the Pharisees. But when he writes your name in the heavenly archives, as I believe he has or hope be may, it stay there from age to age, from cycle to cycle, from aeon to aeon. And so for all you Christian people I do what John G. Whittier, the dying peot, said he wanted done in his home. Lovely man he was! I sat with him in a hay mow a whole summer afternoon, and heard him tell the story of his life. He had for many years been troubled with insomnia and was a very poor sleeper, and he always had the v/indow curtain of his room up so as to see the first intimation of sunrise. When he was breathing his last, in the morning hour, in his homo in the Massachusetts village, the nurse thought that the light of the rising sun was too strong for him, and so pulled the window curtain down. The last thing the great Quaker poet did was to wave his hand to have the curtain up. He wanted to depart in ihe full gush of the. morning. And I thought it might be helpful and inspiring to all Christian souls to have more light about the future, and so I pull up the curtain in the glorious sunrise of my text and say, "Rejoice that your names are written in heaven." Bring on your doxologies! Wave your palms! Shout your victories! Pull- up all the curtains of your bright expectations! Yea! hoist the window itself, and let the perfume of the "morning glories" of the King's garden come in, and the music of harps all a-tremble with symphonies, and the sound of the surf of seas dashing to the foot of the throne of God and the Lamb. th6 policeman, "Bhnfe, you wouldn't hafre me „„ thefe" fof an honf and say nuthin', would you."' Grounds tot'. "Poof Mrs. Sobs! It's horrible the life she leads with her husbafad." "Does he ill-tfeat hef?" "Hl-treat her! The brute absolute!* refused to allow hor to make the centurv run with us." * Kbt V&t Away. Safflbb—Passed your house yesterday EiUtus. I knew you We*e in. ' Rftstiis—What was ybur reason tot so believihg? Sain bo—I saw ybtif shift on the line. . ' Double surprise. • Mf. Goody—I wfts surprised to see you in a helplessly intoxicated condition last even- inpr. Stuggef B—I was surprised Mysa if. i thought I could stand niofe. A Cofkeiv '•ghe gets hef complexion from her mother's folks-" "Ah, indeed. Are they druggists, then; 1 ' The room in which Napoleon died is now used as a stable. IB tho tlmo when jrnn should look out for'thb condition of your liealth. Avoid, sickness by . purifying aud enriching your blood v/ith The Best-In fnct the One Truo Blood Hood's Pills do not cause pain op c. All druggists. 25o, Hot Springs, Va., Via. "Big Four" and "C. & 0." Routes. Perfect Fall Climate. 2,500 Feet Elevation. Magnificent Mountain Surroundings. Most Curative Balhs Known. From Chicago, St. Louis, Pooria and all points tributary, Indianapolis, Benton Harbor, Detroit, Toledo, -Sandusky, Springfield, Dayton and intermediate points, the "Biff Four Route" have through vestibuled trains daily to Cin- cinnati,-magniBccntly equipped with Buffet Parlor Cars, Dining- Cars and Wagner Sleeping Cars. .Direct connection made in Central Union Station, Cincinnati, with the beautiful trains of the Chesapeake & Ohio Railway, without transfer across the city.' Write any agent "Big Four" for full particulars, or address D. B. Martin, General Passenger and Ticket 'Agent, or E. 0. McCormick,;Passenger Traffic Manager " Big Four Route." Cincinnati. 0. day, Subtracting from the three hours between 1? and 3 o'clock the time taken to travel from the courtroom tp the place of execution and the time that m,u,st have been ta^en jn getting ready fop tbe tr§ge4y, there could not b.ave been, swa wre thaw t\yo aoure left. Why 414 Christ Uve eaiy two b°.wr» up- OB the 9ro9S, vbeft otijere ba4 lived fcefoje he g at .there, apfl, you t&e. 0| bea.yea fojp be tefe>» tw, with which ho eats out whole graphs from important documents. We talk .about indelible ink; but there is no such thing as indelible ink. It is only a question of time, the complete obliteration of all earthly signatures and engrossments. But your name, put in the heavenly record, all the millenniums of heaven cannot dim it. After you have been so long in glory that, did you not possess imperishable memory, you would have forgotten the day Qt ypur entrance, your name on that page will Blow as vividly as on the instant i|: was traced there by the finger of the Great Atoner. There will be new generations coming intP heaven, and a thousand years from now, from, this or from other planet, souls may enter the many-manslpned residence, and thpugh your »anj)e were once plain* Jy in the bppks, suppose it shpuld fade out. How could ypu prpve to t^e new^ cpmerg that jt ^»d ever been written tfeere at all? JndeUbie! Incapable oj cancelled! Eternity as helpless time, i» ftsy attempt st erasure! r^pygs JQ heaves SlYfi D u.t., esr? it is a «r J$,?YSJiP?$ ^»y«w" An Incentive to Art Study. Art students ambitious for a course in Paris in drawing, painting and decoration are reminded by a circular issued from Art Students' League, by George W. Breck, that the Paris prize jury will be ready next month to pass upon the drawings of candidates. The prize was established five years ago by subscriptions gathered by John Armstrong Shanler. It entitles its holder to $900 per year for five years, for support and study for that time in Paris. Any man or woman, more than 21 years old, resident in New York, or who has studied art here for one year, may compete. The requirement is that the applicant submit to the jury in competition two drawings from life of a full-length nude figure. Drawings must be delivered to Mr. Breck, at 215 West Fifty-seventh street, by October 12. They will be handed to a jury consisting of the presidents of the National Academy of Design, of the Society of American Artists, of the Metropolitan Museum of Art, and of the Art Students' League, three artists chosen by the National Academy of Design, three artists chosen by the Society of American Artists, and one artist chosen by the Paris prize subscribers. In Paris, J, L. Jerome will supervise the work of the student winning the prize and will report annually to the jury in New York,—New Yor)' Times, A Hundred Miles an Hour. An electrical engineer has been exhibiting in London the model of his proposed single rail electric line for speeds of 150 miles an hour. The rail Is fixed on a V-shaped trestle, and runs up into the body of the car, which, as it were, runs astride of it. The car runs on twelve bearing wheels, and seats 136 passengers, with space for their baggage. One of the difficulties met with in schemes for excessively high speed travel is the tendency of the car to run off the tracki By ?unr ning tbe rail within the car the lateral tendency of the train is overcome, But in this late scheme the great difficulty seems to be the passenger. What would happen to the passenger when tbe train tpofc a sharp curve while go* ing at 159 miles an hour is npt explained,-™] Mrs, Noshape—We wll} have tp charge ev»r cQao&wan. fie mistook for the coote In the 4ajte hallway, and k!s#e4 me, Is wltfe hjm,, that {RECEIVERS'SALE 050,OOO.Acres Farm Lands, 4,000,000 Acres Grazing Lands, In Kansas, Nebraska, Colorado, Wyoming, ( • Utah. j Excursion Bates for Homeseekers. f Faro Refunded to Purchaser*. J REDUCED PRICES-TEN YEARS TIME ONE-TENTH DOWN. B, A, McALLASTER, Land Commissioner. OMAHA, NEB. dutch, Mr. 0. B. Hoss, Spencor. Iowa, tiled Ills first np- plicullon May 11, IS'JU, and it was allowed August 4 S 189(1. This application was ponding In tho 1'atout Ofltco 8ft (lays only, and was considered by the pur- lies' interested to be rather rapid work. Mr. Koss Hied his second application July li), 189(i; it was aclod upon July 25, 18U(1; was amended July 27, 18%, and allowed August 5, 180(1. 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