The Algona Upper Des Moines from Algona, Iowa on August 18, 1897 · Page 3
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Algona, Iowa
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THE tPPMK DES MOtNEH: ALftONA IOWA, WBDNfifiDAY, AUGtIHT 18, 190T. INTERNATIONAL PRESS ASSOCIATION CHAPTER XVI.—(CONTINUED.) No sooner hart he spoken the words than every man among us began feeling in his pockets. For what? you nsk. For what you can buy at a farthing a hundred, and yet a farthing's worth of which was more precious to us than all the gold in all the Austra- lias—for a box of lucifer matches. What we searched for we did not find. Not a man among us had a match. Truly we had thought that our cup of unhappiness was full, but here was another bitter drop added, proving that there were depths of misery we had not yet reached. Cold as our hearts were bafore, they were colder now. We were frightened to look one another in the face; and I speak the honest truth \vhen I say that at that moment I would have given five of my fingers for five wooden matches, and would have chopped them off myself without a murmur; and so, I do not doubt, would every man who stood shivering on those black rocks that dismal, dreadful night. If ever the Devil missed a chance of making a good bargain, he missed it then. "The best thing we can do now, mates." said one, Tom Wren by name, a reckless man, whose curse was drink, "is to lay down and die." We did not answer him, but stood around each other with despairing souls; and one or two looked up to the sky, as though hoping that sparks of fire would drop from the clouds into our hands. And one of the men began to wander in his mind,- and commenced to sing in a hoarse voice about the "sweet little cherub that sits up aloft to watch o'er the life of poor Jack." Well, well, that sw.eet little cherub did not desert poor Jack, after all, for suddenly a sailor gave a scream of joy, and cried out that he had found a match in his pocket. Only one—but our lives hung on that little bit of wood. He was about to take it from his pocket, when violent hands were laid upon him. "Keep it from the damp, for God's sake!" we cried. "If it gets wet, we're lost men." An island filled with jewels could not have bought that match from us. We sat about collecting dry wood, and tearing it into thin shreds, and after selecting a sheltered spot, our besc skill was used in building up the pile which we hoped soon to see blazing. There was an anxious discussion as to who should strike the match, and it was proposed that I should do it; but my nerves were so much shaken that I did not dare. One volunteered, and to him it was entrusted. We stood around him in a close circle, to prevent the wind from getting to him, and many a silent prayer went up for the success of the task he had undertaken. It was a solemn moment, that, let me tell you, and would have tried the nerves of the bravest man. He was successful, and we watched with thankful hearts the jets of flame playing among the thin strips of baric. We stooped over it and drew warmth to our bodies; and one man who, while the match was being lighted, had stood as if he were petrified, danced about the fire like an imp of the devil. "Mr. Fairley is going mad, I do believe," said a sailor. sition was offered to me as being mine by right. I accepted it for all our sakes, believing that 1 should be able to fulfill its duties in a proper manner. But I told them that. I could do nothing that night, with the exception of taking down their names. "My heart is too full, my lads," I said, with a great effort to keep my voice steady, "to think of anything else tonight. The saddest task of all is before me. My little boy is to be buried." I then, taking from my pocket a small memorandam book which I had by me, desired them to step forward, one by one, and give me their names, and what they were. "I will place my name first," I said; and I did so, they calling out their names in the order here set dovai: Amos Beecroft. James Bowden. Benjamin Starley. Fred Cliveley. Tom Wren. Alfred Mixture. James Lovegootl. Ralph Forty-man, Richard Tippler. Patrick Bloom. Robert Smith. It did not speak well for the crew of The Rising Sun that these men were all sailors; but they attempted to justify themselves afterward by saying that life was sweet. "One man has not answered," I said. "There are twelve of us. Here are but eleven names." A sailor answered that Mr. Fairley, the saloon passenger, had gone away immediately I commenced to write the names. We had no time then to look after him, and I did not attach much importance to his leaving us. I selected a spot where my poor little Bob was to be buried, and two of the sailors dug a grave while I prepared the body. There is no need to speak of my grief while thus employed; you will understand it without any words of mine. The men coming back to say the grave was ready, 1 took my dead boy in my arms, and we walked slowly over the uneven ground. The night being dark, my comrades had cut branches from a resinous tree, and carried them lighted in their hands to show the way. Not a word was spoken in that solemn march until we reached the grave. The shadows brought out by the lighted branches seemed as though they had life in them, and more than once I fancied I saw moving creatures darting from rock to rock, and as suddenly disappearing. We had no prayer book among us, but I said as much as I knew of the burial service, first over my little Bob, and then for Pearl, of whom, as my boy's friend and companion, I thought with tender interest. After which, at the request of the men, I repeated the service for all who had been lost in the wild watery. These sad duties being performed, my comrades, with a tender consideration, softly withdrew and left me to myself. I knelt by my boy's grave, and spent a few minutes in mental prayer. It was not such praying as could properly be set down in words, nor, if it were | tafcf the measure of. If I were to set down the notions that came into rny head as I walked up and down that solemn shore, you would hardly believe that. I was not drawing on my imagination. I thought that fhe world was dead; that light was gone out of it for ever and ever; that it would be always night, world without end; and that sun, moon and stars would never shine again. I stopped and listened to the waves till, to my fevered fancy, they spoke a language that I could understand; and as I stood still to listen to the unspoken words, which made me shudder, so awful were the suggestions they conveyed, that fear came upon me that if I did not move, and move quickly, I should be turned into stone, with TALMAGE'S* SEEMON, SLAUGHTER OF MEN. LAST SUNDAY'S SUBJECT. From tho Following Text, Proverbs. Clmptor VII, Verso 23: "As an Ox to the .Slaughter"—Keep Clcsir of the Loan Slmrks. CHAI .n xvii. HE name coming to my ears brought with it a dim remembrance. Fairley! 'Where had I heard that name, and in what way was it associated with me? In my then state of agitation I could not bring the threads together; and although, half carelessly, half curiously, I turned my eyes toward the man who was dancing about the fire, I could not because of the fitful light and shade recognize his features. All that I could distinguish was that he was a small-made man, with a great deal of hair about his face. We were almost starving, and our next need was food. We ate sparingly, with some thought of the morrow, and after supper we talked in low, sad tones of those who had set sail with us full of life and strength and hope, and who were now lying llve-and-twenty fathom deep at the bottom of the cruel sea. Bach told of what he had seen of So-and-so and So-and-so, who were lost, and we were none of us ashamed of our tears. It was a melancholy record. My own experiences on that awful night, as I lay helpless beneath the mast, were listened to with deep interest and sympathy; and one said that he had seen a spar such as I described floating toward the mouth of the cave, but that he had lost sight of it almost Immediately. "That's the spar the poor fellow spoke of who was lying by my side," I said, "and the little girl on it was named Pearl. She and my boy^ were companions. God rest her soul!" In relating my experiences to them, I said nothing of my previous history. It contained griefs too sacred for strangers' ears. ; There was a good deal to do before (we slept. Of the hundred and sixteen souls who set sail in The Rising Sun, only twelve were saved. There being |no ship's officer among those who were 'rescued, I was solicited to take the [command. It had become known that J baa cp«.man.aea a vessel, and the po- possible to do so in a coherent manner, was it such as would speak well for a man's humility, or gratefulness of spirit for escape from a dreadful peril; it was, in truth, a bewailing for the great misfortune of rny life, out of which, indeed, the light now appeared to have, forever departed. I had no hope that I should ever again see the face of any whom I loved. Who, indeed, were loft to me, supposing that by some wild chance we were rescued from our perilous position? No one but my old mother, who, for aught 1 knew, might be dead and in her grave, as I should soon bf in mine. Sadly I walked back to the fire.which was blazing merrily away; and before the men lay down to sleep I organized a fire watch, so that throughout as many clays and nights as we might live there should always be two -men to guard and feed the fire. We drew lots, and I was in the second watch. That matter being arranged, the men stretched themselves upon the ground, and every one but myself and the two who formed the first fire watch was soon fast asleep. ears to hear and eyes to see. but with all power of motion gone forever. Then, as I forced myself to pace the shore, the waves again whispered to me, asking me to join them, and so put an end to everything; but I flung away tV.e temptation and cried, "Never, never, never!" and trembled at the sound of my owii voice, as if it weie some strange monster that was speaking and not myself. And then came other fancies. Shadows'formed themselves into the semblance of places I was familiar with, into the shapes of men and women 1 had known. 1 snw them so plainly that at first I believed them to be real. There rose the. little cottage at Br'xton, with "Breeroft, Mariner," over the window, and my mother standing at the door looking down the street for inc. That picture faded and meltod into another: I and the child Mab^l were together, I holding a shell to her ear. and she gazing in pleasant wonder into my shadowy face; then came that villain Druce, and with him a dark mist of blood before my c;es, which blotted out the pictures and put an end to them. 1 shook myself roughly and turned aside to meet other fancies. About a hundred yards to the left was a high saiulrock, and as I turned toward it, I saw three old women, for all the world like witches, with pointed chins, and with crooked saplings in their hands. They were pointirg with their long, bony fingers at something that lay at their feet. I had once seen three witches in a play, dancing round a caldron, and these were like them. 1 waited for the fire to spurt up from the ground, and for themselves to commence to dance; but they stood quite still and motionless, bending toward each other so that their chins almost touched. I made a few steps forward—slowly and cautiously, for I did not know what kind of creatures might be living on these wild shores, and I own to being scared—and [ discovered that the three old witches were three bits of scrubby twigs sticking up out of the sand-rock. But on the other side of the rock I saw what startled me in real earnest, and well nigh took my senses away. A faint light in the sky, far away over the waters, denoted that it would not be long before the moon would rise. Among the low rocks which I was overlooking, and against which the waves broke in white f.iam, now covering them entirely, now leaving them half bare, mil- liens of great serpents were fighting and curling their ugly bodies together, engaged in tho deadly purpose of strangling the life out of each other. Every wave that rolled inshore brought their long brown bodies—so long, that there was no saying where they began and where they ended—near to the shore, where they madly bit and fought and struggled; and every wave that wont out sucked them from my sight, but the seething, hissing water plainly proclaimed that the desperate fight waa continued beneath the waves. (TO II3 CO XT [ N'17 3II.» HERB is nothing In the voice or manner of the butcher to indicate to the ox that there is death ahead. The ox thinks he is going to a rich pasture field of clover where nil day long he will revel In the herbaceous luxuriance; but after awhile the men and the boys close in upon him with sticks and stones and shouting, and drive him through bars and into a doorway, where he is fastened, and with well- aimed stroke the axe fells him; and so the anticipation ot the redolent pasture field is completely disappointed. So many a young man has been driven on by temptation to what he thought would be paradisiacal enjoyment; but after awhile influences with darker hue and swarthier arm close in upon him and he finds that instead of making an excursion Into a garden, he has been driven "as an ox to the slaughter." We are apt to blame young men for being destroyed when we ought to blame the influences that destroy them. Society slaughters a great many young men by the behest, "You must keep up appearances; whatever bo your salary, you must dress as well as others, you must give wine and brandy to as many friends, you must smoke as costly cigars, you must give as expensive are any unnecessary expenses at the obsequies, to see whether there ia any useless handle on the casket, to see whether there is any surplus plait on the shroud, to see whether the hearse is costly or cheap, to see whether the flowers sent to the casket have b«en bought by the family or donated, to see in whose name the deed to the grave is made out. Then they ransack the bereft household, the books, the pictures, the carpets, the chairs, the sofa, the piano, the mattresses, the pillow on which he died. Cursed be debt! For the sake of your own happiness, for the sake of your good morals, for the sake of your immortal soul, for God's sake, young man, as far as possible, keep out of it. But I think more young men are slaughtered through irrellgion. Take away a young mnn's religion and you make him the prey of evil. We all know that the Bible is the only perfect system of morals. Now. if you want to destroy the young man's morals, take his Bible away. How will you do that? Well, you will caricature his reverence for the Scriptures, you will take all those Incidents of the Bible which can be made mirth of—Jonah's whale, Samson's foxes, Adam's rib—then you will caricature eccentric Christians, or Inconsistent Christians, then you will pass off as your own all those hackneyed arguments against Christianity which are as old as Tom Paine, as old as Voltaire, as old as sin. Now, you have captured his Bible, and you .have taken his strongest fortress; the way is comparatively clear, and all the gates of his soul are set open in invitation to the sins of earth and the sorrows of death, that they may come in and drive the stake for their encampment. A steamer fifteen* hundred miles from shore with broken rudder and lost compass, and hulk leaking fifty gallons the hour, is belter off than a young man when PALMISTRY. Young Woman Saved from a lligamlsl by it- Marvelous things are claimed ol palmistry, not only by those who practice it as a profession but by many whc have seen the prophecies of palmists come true In actual life, says the New York Herald. Telling the past by the lines of the hands is, however, almost CHAPTER XVIII. I WAS tired enough to sleep, but sleep would not 'come to me; and rather -. than toss about, I rose and walked , n away from the fire and the sleepera to the shore. The tide was coming in, and the weather had cleared; but it was still dark, ami there was no light on the waters. I knew, however, that in an hour or so the moon would rise and I thought that I would wait for it —for what particular reason I can not say but it came into my head, and the'good Lord put it there, perhaps. Being by myself alone, the fancy came upon me that I was the only man left in the world. I could not hear a sound but the soft lapping of the waves as they rolled inshore, as they had rolled on this self-same spot thousands and thousands of years ago, and as, they would roll for thousands and thousands more, till they rolled into eternity We get thoughts now and again that we can not pUinjb, and caa no a new art. There is a man in town who believes he can do it, at. least so far as marriages are concerned. •Hill further, he claims that the linos of the hand show whether a marriage n the past ended in divorce and which >arty it was that obtained the divorce. 'It is also possible," he said tho other lay, "to find in tho palms the records o! he number of one's marriages, a hint of the experiences of courtship and whether married life proved smooth or otherwise. I saved one young woman i-om a bigamist once. He was engaged to her and they came together to me. You are married already,' I said after ooking at his palm. He only laughed nit the young woman investigated and found it was true. On another occasion 1 saw in the hand of a hotelkeeper the record of two marriages — one at 21 years and the other at 50. When I told him he was simply amazed. '1 was married once at 24,' he said, 'and again at 48.' The hands are the records of the body. It is amazing what is written there." entertainments, and you must live in as fashionable a boarding house. If you haven't the money, borrow. If you can't borrow, make a false entry, or subtract here and there a bill from a bundle of bank bills; you will only have to maUo the deception a little while; in a few months or In a year or two you can make it all right. Nobody will be hurt by it, nobody will bo the wiser. You yourself will not be damaged." By that awful process a hundred thousand men have been slaughtered for time and slaughtered for eternity. Suppose you borrow. There is nothing wrong about borrowing money. There is hardly a man who has not sometimes borrowed money. Vast estates have been built on a borrowed dollar. But there are two kinds of borrowed money. Money borrowed for the purpose of starting or keeping up legitimate enterprise and expense, and money borrowed to get that which you can do without. The first is right, the other is wrong. If you have money enough of your own to buy a coat, however plain, and then you borrow money for a dandy's outfit, you have taken the first revolution of the wheel down grade. Borrow for the necessities; that may be well. Borrow for the luxuries; that tips your prospects over in tho wrong direction. The Bible distinctly says the borrower is servant of the lender. It is a bad state of things when you have to go down some other street to escape meeting some one whom you owe. If young men knew what is the despotism of being in debt, more of them would keep out of it. What did debt do for Lord Bacon, with a mind towering above the centuries? It induced him to take bribes and convict himself as a criminal before all ages. What did debt, do for Walter Scott? Broken-hearted at Abbotsford. Kept him writing until his hand gave out in paralysis to keep the sheriff away from his pictures and statuary. Better for him if he had minded the maxim which he had chiseled over the fireplace at Abbotsford, "Waste not, want not." The trouble is, my friends, that people do not understand the ethics of going in debt, and that if you purchase goods with no expectation of paying for them, or go into debts which you cannot meet, you steal just so much money. If I go into a grocer's store and I buy sugars and coffees and meats with no capacity to pay for them, and no intention of paying for them, I am more dishonest than if I go into the store, and when tho grocer's face is turned the other way I fill my pockets yon have robbed him of his Bible. Have you ever noticed how despicably mean It IB to take, away tho world's Bible without proposing a substitute? It is meaner than to come to a sick man and steal his medicine, meaner than t.) come to a cripple and steal his ciutch, men nor than to come to a pauper and steal his crust, meaner than to come to a poor man and burn his houso down. It is the worst of all larcenies to steal the Bible which has been crutch and medicine and food and eternal home to so many. What a generous and magnanimous business Infidelity has gone into! This splitting up of life-boats, and taking away ol' fire-escapes, and extinguishing of light-houses. I come out and I say to regard to your adverse worldly Circumstances, in passing that you are oti a level now with those who are finally to succeed. Mark my words, yotmg man, and think of it thirty years from now. You will find that those who thirty years from now are the millionaires of this country, who are the orators of the country, who are the poets of the country, who are the strong merchants of the country, who are thd great philanthropists of the country- mightiest in church and sta'.o— are this morning on a level with you, not. an inch above, and you in straightened circumstances now. Herschel earned his living by playing a violin at parties, and in the Interstices of the play he woitlct go out and look up at the midnight heavens, the fields of his Immortal conquests. George Stephenson rose from being the foreman in a colliery to be the most renowned of the world's engineers. No outfit, no capital to start with! young man, go down to the library and get some books and read of what wonderful mechanism God gave you in your,hand, in your foot, in your eye, in your ear, and then ask some doctor to take you into the dissecting room and Illustrate to you what you have read about, and never again commit the, blasphemy of saying you have no capital to start with. Equipped! Why, the poorest young man is equipped as only the God o£ the whole universe could afford to equip him. Then his body—a very poor affair compared with hi-, wonderful soul—Oh, that la what makes me so solicitous. I am 'not so, much anxious about you, young man, because you have so little to do with,, as I am anxious about you because you have so much to risk and lose or gain. There is no class of persons that so stirs my sympathies as young men In great cities. Not quite enough salary. to live on, and all the temptations thati come from that deficit. Invited on all! hands to drink, and their exhausted; nervous system seeming to demandi stimulus. Their religion caricatured' by the most of the clerks in the store,: and most of the operatives in tho factory. The rapids of temptation and' death rushing against that young mani such people, "What are you doing all this for?" "Oh!" they say, "just for fun." It Is such fun to see Christians try to hold on to their Bibles! Many of them have lost loved ones, and have been told that there is a resurrection, and it is such fun to tell them there will be no resurrection! Many of them have believed that Christ came to carry the burdens and tc heal tho wounds of the world, and it is such fun to tell them they will have to be their own siwiour! Think of tho meanest thing you ever heard of; then go down a thousand feet underneath it, and you vil! find yourself at the top of a stairs a hundred miles long; go to the bottom of the stairs, and you will find a ladder a thousand miles long; then go t;i the foot of the ladder and look off a precipice half as far as from here to China, and you will find the headquarters of the meanness that would rob thiy world of its only comfort in life, itu only peace in death, and its only hope for immortality. Slaughter a young man's faith in God, and there is not much more left to slaughter. Now, what lias become o.f tho slaughtered? Well, some of thorn are in their father's or mother's house, broken down in health, waiting to die; others ar.T in the hospital, others are in the cemetery, or, rather, their bodies are, for their souls have gone on to rotri- l-utlon. Not much prospect for a young man who started life with good health, and good education, and a Christian example set him, and opportunity of usefulness, who gathered all his treasures and put them in one box, and then dropped it into the sea. Now, how is thia wholesale slaughter to be stopped? There is not a person who is not interested in that question. The object of my sermon is to forty miles the hour, and he in a fraill boat headed up stream, with nothing but a broken oar to work with. Unless Almighty God help them they will go under. * * * The great musician who more than any other artist had made the violin, speak and sing and weep and laugh and triumph—for it seemed when he: drew the bow across the strings as if, all earth and heaven shivered in delighted sympathy—the great musician,! i i a room looking off upon the sea, and' surrounded by his favorite instruments; of music, closed his eyes In death.. While all the world was mourning at his departure, sixteen crowded steamers fell into line of funeral procession, to carry his body to the mainland.! There were fifty thousand of his countrymen gathered in an amphitheatre ofi the hills waiting to hear the euloglum. and it was said when the great orator of the day with stentorian voice began, to speak, the fifty thousand people on. the hillsides burst into tears. O! that was the close of a life that had done so much to make the world happy. But I have to tell you, young man, if you live right and die right, that was a tame scene compared with that which will greet you when from the galleries of heaven the one hundred and forty and four thousand shall accord with Christ in crying, "Well clone, thoir good and faithful servant." And the' Influences that on earth you put in motion will go down from generation to generation, the influences you wound' up handed to your children, and their, influences wound up and handed to. their children, until watch and clock, are no more needed to mark the pro- giess, because time itself shall be no , longer. WORLD'S LARGEST FLAG. Thankful. "One week's work!"—The plumber paused in his examination of the pipe in the bathroom and fell ou his knees with a cry of joy. "And noAV I see my way clear."—He joyfully recalled the fact that he was in the home of a millionaire.—"To Europe." N«o4« Kxpluuutlou, Celeste (ottering box of confections) —The paper manufacturer sent these. Poc-r fellow, he has failed. Gertie- Why, didn't he make good paper? Celeste—Yes, he made good enough paper—but his paper >vas no good."— New York Herald, with tho articles of merchandise and carry off a ham! In one case I take the merchant's time and I take the time of his messenger to transfer the goods to my house, while in the other case I take none of the time of the merchant, and I wait upon myself, and r transfer the goods without any trouble to him! In other words, a sneak thief is not so bad as a man who contracts debts he never expects to pay. '.' V V When a young man wilfully and ot choice, having the comforts of life, goes into the contraction of unpayable debts, he knows not into what he goes. The creditors get after the debtor, the pack of hounds in full cry, and alas! for the reindeer. They jingle his doorbell before he gets up in the morning, they jingle his doorbell after he has gone to bed at night. They meet him as he comes oil' his front steps. They send him a postal card, or a letter, in curtest style, teling him to pay up. They attach his goods. They want cash, or a note at thirty days, or a note on demand. They call him a knave. They say he lies. They want him disciplined in the church. They want him turned out of the bank. They come at him from this side, and from that side, and from before, and from behind, and from above, and from beneath, and he is insulted, and gibbeted, and sued, and dunned, and sworn at, until he gets the nervous flyspepsla, gets neuralgia, gets liver complaint, gets heart disease, gets convulsive disorder, gets consumption,, Now he is dead, and you they will let hfip. alone," put a weapon in each of your hands for your own defense. Watt not for Young Men's Christian Associations to protect you, or churches to protect you. Appealing to God for help, take care of yourself. First, have a room somewhere that can call your own. Whether it be the back parlor of a fashionable boarding house, or a room in tho fcurth story of a cheap lodging, 1 cure not. Only have that one room your fortress. Let not the disslpater or unclean step over the threshold. If they come up the long flight of stairs and knock at the door, meet them face to face and kindly yet firmly refuse them admittance. Have a few family portraits on the wall, if you brought them with you from your country home. Have a Bible on the stand. If you can afford it and can play on one, have an instrument of music—harp, or (lute, or cornet, or melodeon, or violin, or piano. Every morning before you leave that room pray. Every night af- te i- you come home in that room pray. Make that room your Gibraltar, your Sebastopol, your Mount Zion. Let no bad book or newspaper come into that room any more than you would allow a cobra to coll on your table. Take care of yourself. Nobody else will take care of you. Your help will not «jm,e ug ^WQ, ov three, or four I ,ft| gt;a}raj J'QW help. wUl 00149 '' jth^ roof, dpwn. Tho Monster Will Consume 7OO Yur<l' Capt. George C. Beckley of Honolulu, who arrived here recently to take, back the new steamer Helena, lately, launched here, is having the* largest flag made of which shipping men have) ever heard. It will be of the extraor-. dinary width of forty feet and will be> eighty feet long, consuming in all nO| less than 700 yards of bunting, says the Ban Francisco Call. This monster flag is to be raised on the Helena on thei maiden trip of that, vessel as she leaves! here for the Hawaiian islands. It Isi a Hawaiian flag, of course, and as! such will dwarf every other flag, no matter of what nation, that conies into, port. When the Helena gets to I-Iono-1 lulu the flag will be taken down and! will finally be put on a gigantic pole,; towering in the air from the heights of| Punchbowl hill. The pole will be 150J feet long. It is to be made of a monstrous Puget sound fir tree and is now| en route to the islands. The way Capt. Beckley happened to get the idea ofi eclipsing the world in the way of flags is peculiar. He is a commodore in the, Hawaiian navy. On the eve of his departure for this country a dinner was, given him by the employes of the company and he received a present of a fat "purse. Capt. Beckley said, as JL was handed him: "The money will bo- used in the purchase of the largest Hawaiian flag ever seen In Hawaii. It will be larger than the great flag of the' American league and will fly from the- foremast of the Helena from Sau Fran-' ciscio to Honolulu, Then it will float, from a, tall pole In niy yard on tho slope, 9| Pwhbowl WJl," Tllis is whv ' *" -.-•-. <j rm here js, jfefr great flag, "It will of which I ever

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