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ROD, THE MOTHER OF US ALL. ■rmou Delivered Yesterday by Dr. TalL mage in Brooklyn Tabernaele. Tho Tenderness and Patience of the Deity in Teaching, Comforting and Soothing the Erring Children of Earth. Special to tho Indianapolis Journal. Brooklyn, March 22. —After an absence of two weeks, during which he spoke in some thirteen cities of the West, Dr. Tulmage returned to his pulpit in the Brooklyn Tabernacle to-day. Before the sermon he expounded some consolatory pass;, ges of Scripture. The opening hymn was: “Come ye disconsolate, where'er ye languish, Come to the mercy seat, fervently kneel." The subject of the sermon was “The Mother of Us All," and the text was from Irniah Ixvi, 13: •‘As one whom his mother eomforteth. so will I comfort you." Dr. Talmago said: The Bible is a warm letter of affection from a parent to a child, and yet there are many who eee obiefly the severer passages; as there may •t>e fifty or sixty nights of gentle dew in one •ummer that will not cause as much remark as One hail storm of half au hour, so there are those who are more struck by those passages of tho Bible that announce the indignation of Qod than by those that announce his affection. There may come to a household twenty or fifty letters of affection during the year, and they Will not make as much excitement in that house as one sheriff's writ; and there are people who are more attentive to those passages which announce the wrath of God than to those which announce his mercy and his favor. God is a Lion, John says, in the book of Revelation. God is a Breaker, Miuah announces in his prophecy. God is a Rock—-God is a King. But hear, also, that God is Love. A father and his child are walking out in the fields on a summer’s day and there comes up a thunder storm, and there is a flash of lightning that startles the child, and the father says: “My dear, that is God’s eyo." There ooraes a peal of thunder and the father says: “My dear, that is God’s voice." But the clouds go off the sky and the storm is gone, and light floods the heavens and floods the landscape, and the father forgets to say: “That is God's smile." The text bends with great gentleness and love over all who are prostrate in pin and trouble. It lights up with compassion. It molts with tenderness. It breathes upon us the hush of an eternal lullaby, for it announces that Qod is our mother. “As one whom His Clothes eomforteth so will I comfort you." I remark, in the first place, that God has a mother's simplicity of instruction, A father does not know how to teach a child the ABC. Men are not skillful in tho primary department, but a mother has so much patience that she will tell a child for the hundredth time the difference between F aud G and between I and J. Sometimes it is by blocks, sometimes by the worsted work, sometimes by the slate, sometimes by the book. She thus teaches the child and has no awkwardness of condescension in so doing. >So God, our mother, stoops down to our infantile minds. Though we are told a thing a thousand times and we do not understand it, our Heavenly mother goes oh, line upon line, precept upon precept, here a little and there a little. God has been teaching some of us thirty years and some of us sixty years, one word of and we do not know It yet—f-a-i t-h, faith. Wliou we come to that word we stumble, we halt, we lose our place, we pronounce it Wrong. Still God's patience is not exhausted. Ood, our mothor, puts us in tho school of prosperity, and the letters are in sunshine, and we cannot spoil them. God puts us in the school of adversity, and tho letters are black, aud we cannot spell them. If God were merely a king he would punish us; if he were •imply a father he would whip us; but God is a mother, and so we aro borne with and helped all tho way through. TEACHING BY PICTURES. A mother teaches her child chiefly by pictures. If she wants to set forth to her child the hideousjiess of a quarrelsome spirit, instead of giving a fecturo upon that subject, she turns over a leaf, |nd shows the child two boys in a wrangle, and “Does not that look horrible?" If sho wants to teach her child the awfulness of war, she turns over tho picture book and shows the war charger, the headless trunks of butchered men, tho wild, agonizing, bloodshot eyo of battle rolling under lids of flame, and she says: *That is war!" The child understands it In a great many books the best part are the pictures. The style may bo insipid, the type poor, but a picture always attracts a child's attention. Now, God, our mother, teaches us almost everything by pictures. Is the divine goodness to be eet forth? How does God, our mother, teach us? By an autumnal picture. The barns are full. The wheat stacks are rounded. The cattle are olio wing the cud lazily in the sun. The orchards are dropping the ripe pippins into the lap of the farmer. The natural world, that has been busy all summer, seems now to be resting in great abundance. We look at the picture and say: 'Thou crownost the year with thy goodness, and thy paths drop fatness." Our family comes around tho breakfast-table. It has been a very cold night, but the children are all bright, because they slept under thick coverlets, and they Ore now in tho warm blast of the open register, jund their appetites make luxuries out of the • plainest fare, and we look at tho picture aud say, tho Lord, O my soull” God wishes to set forth the fact that in the judgment the good will be divided from the wicked. How is it done! By a picture; by a parable—a fishing scene. A group of hardy men, long-bearded, geared for standing to the waist in water, sleeves rolled up. Long oar sun gilt; boat battered as though it had been a playmate of the Storm. A full net, thumping about with tho fish, which have just discovered their captivity; the worthless moss bunkers and tho useful flounders all In the same net The fisherman putsW haud down amid the squirming fins, takes out the moss-bunkers and throws them into the water, aud gathers the good fish into the paiL So, says Christ it shall be at the end of the world. The bad he will cast away and the good ho will keep. Another picture; God, our mother, wanted to set forth the duty of neighborly love, and it is done by a picture. A heap of wounds on the road to Jericho. A traveler has been fighting a robber. The robber stabbed him and knocked him down. Two ministers come along. They look at tho poor fellow, but do not help him. A traveler comes along—a Samaritan. He says “Whoa" to tho beast lie is riding, and! dismounts. lie examines the wounds; he takes out some wine, and, with it washes the wounds, and then he takes some oil and puts that in t> mako the wounds stop smart ing; and then he tsars off a piece of his own garment for a bandage. Then he helps the wounded man upon the beast and walks by the side, holding him on until they oorae to a tavern. He says to the Landlord: “lloro is money to pay

the man's board for two days; take care of him; if it oosts anything more, chare© it to ms, and I will pay It?" Picture —The Good Samaritan, or, Who is Your Neighbor? Does God, our mother, want to set forth what a foolish thing it is to go away from the right, and how glad divine mercy is to take back the wanderer? How is it done? By a picture. A good father. Large farm with fat sheep and oxen. Fine house with exquisite wardrobe. Discontented boy. Goes away! Sharpers fleece him. Feeds hogs. Gets homesick*. Starts buck. Sees an old man running. It is father! The hand, torn of the husks, gets a ring. The foot, inflamed aud bleeding, gets a sandal. The bare shoulder, showing through the tatters, eels a robe. The stomach, gnawing itself with hunger, pets a full platter smoking with meat. The father cannot eat for looking at, the returned adventurer. Tears running dowu the face until they come to a smile—the night dew melting into the morning. No work on the farm that day; for when a bad boy repents and comes back, promising to do better, God knows that is enough for one day. “And they began to be merry." Picture —Prodigal Son roturned from tho wilderness. So God, our mother, teaches us everything by pictures. Tho sinner i3 a lost sheep: Jesus is the bridegroom; the useless man, a barren figtree; tho gospel is a great supper: Satan, a sower of tares; truth, a mustard seed. That which wo could not have understood in that abstract statement, God, our mother, presents to us in this Bible album of pictures, God engraved. Is not the divine maternity ever thus teaching us? THE FAVORITISM OF GOD. I remark again that God has a mother’s favortiaru; a father sometime shoves a sort of favoritism. Here is a boy—strong, well, of high forehead and quick intellect. The father says, “I will take that boy into my firm yet;’’ or, “I will give him the very best possible education.” There are instances where, for the culture of the one boy, all the others have been robbed. A sad favoritism; but that is not the mother's favorite. 1 will tell you her favorite. There is a ehild, who, at two years of age, had a fall. He has never got over it Tho scarlet fever muffled his hearing. He is not what he once was. That child caused tho mother more anxious nights than all the other children. The last thing sho does when going out of tho house is to give a charge in regard to him. Tho first thing on coming in is to ask in regard to him. Why, tho children of the family all know that he is the favorite, and say: “Mother, you let him do just as he pleases, and you give him a great many things which you do not give us. He is your favorite." The mother smiles. Sho knows it is so. So he ought to be; for if there is anyone in the world who needs sympathy more than another, it is an invalid child, weary on the first mile of life's journey; carrying an aching head, a weak side, an irritated lung. So the mother ought to make him a favorite. God, our Mother, has favorites. “Whom the Lord loveth He chasteneth.” That is, one whom He especially Jgves He chasteneth. God loves us all; but is there one weak, and sick, and sore, and wounded, and suffering, and faint? That is the one who lies nearest and more perpetually on the great, loving lioart of God. Why, it never coughs but our Mother, God, knows it It never stir3 a weary limb in the bed but our Mother, God, knows of it. There is no such a watcher as God. The best nurse may be overborne by fatigue, and fall aslgep in tho chair; but God, our Mother, after being up a year of nights with a suffering child, never slumbers nor sleeps. “Oh," says one, “I cannot understand all that about affliction." A refiner of silver once explained it to a Christian lady: “I put the silver in tho fire and I keep refining it, and trying it, till I can soe ray face in it, and I then take it out” Just so it is that (l o\ keeps his dear children in the furnace till the divine image may be seen in them; then they are taken out of the fire. “Well," says someone, “if that is the way that God treats his favorites, Ido not want to boa favorite." There is a barren field on an autumn day, just wanting to be let alone. There is a bang at the bars aud a rattle of whiffle-trees and clevises. The field says: “What is the farmer going to do with me know?" Tho farmer puts the plow in the ground, shouts to the horses, the coulter goes tearing through the sod, and the furrow roaches from fence to fence. Next day there is a bang at the bars and a rattle of whiffle trees again. The field says: “I wonder what the farmer is going to do now?" The farmer hitches the horses to the harrow, and it goes bounding aud tearing across tho field. Next day there is a rattle at the bars again, and the field says: “What is the farmer going to do now?" He walks heavily across the field, scattering seed as he walks. After a while a cloud comes. The field says: “What, more trouble!" It begins to rain. After a while the wind changes to the northeast and it begins to snow. Says the field: “Is it not enough that 1 have been’ torn, and trampled upon, and drowned? Must I now be snowed uuder?” After a while spring comes out of the gates of the south, and warmth and gladness come with it. A green scarf bandages the gash of the wheat-field, and the July morning drops a crown of gold on the head of the grain. “Oh," says the field, “now I know the use of the plow, of the harrow, of the heavy foot, of the shower and of the snow-storm. It is well enough to be trodden, and trampled, and drowned, and snowed under, if in the end I can yield such a elorious harvest." “He that goeth forth and weepeth, bearing precious seed, shall doubtless come again with rejoicing, bringing his sheaves with him." GOOD OUT OF ADVERSITY. When I see God especially busy in troubling and trying a Christian, I know that out of that Christian’s character there is to come some especial good. A quarryman goes down into the excavation, and with strong-banded machinery bores into the rock. The rock says: “What do you do that for?" He puts powder in; he lights a fuse. There is a thundering crash. The rock says: “Why, the whole mountain is going to pieces." The crowbar is plunged; the rock is dragged out After a while it is taken into the artist’s studio. It says: “Well, now I have got to a good, warm, comfortable place at last” But the sculpter takes the chisel and mallet, and he digs for the eyes, and he cuts for the mouth, and ho bores for tho ear, and he rubs it with sandpaper, until the rock says: “When will this torture be ended?" A sheet is thrown over it. It stands iu darkness. After a while it is taken out The covering is removed. It stands in the sunlight in the presence of ten thousand applauding people, as they greet the statue of the poet, or the prince, or the conqueror. “Ah,” says the stone, ‘‘now I understand it., I am a great deal better off now, standing as a statue of a conqueror, than I would have been down in tho quarry." So God finds a man down in the quarry of ignorance and sin. How to get him up? He must be bored, and blasted, and chiseled, and scoured, and stand sometimes in the darkness. But after a while the mantle of affliction will fall off, and his soul will be greeted by tho one hundred and forty-four thousand and the thousands of thousands as more than conqueror. O, my frieuds, God, our mother, is just as kind in our afflictions as in our prosperities. God never touches us but for our good. If a field clean and cultured is better off than a barren field, and if a stone that has become a statue is better off than than the marble in the quarry, then that soul that God chastens may bo his favorite. Oh, the rocking of the soul is not the rocking of an earthquake, but the rocking of God's cradle. “As one whom his mother eomforteth, so will I comfort you." I have been told that the pearl in an oyster is merely tho result of a wound or a sickness inflicted upon it, and I do not know but that tho brightest gems of heaven will be found to havo been the wounds of earth kindled into the jeweled brightness of eternal elory. I remark that God has a mother’s capacity for attending to little hurts. The father is shockod at tho broken bone of tho child, or at the sickness that sets the cradle on fire with fever, but it takes tho mother to sympathize with ail the little ailments aud little bruises of the child. If the child have a splinter in its hand, it wants the mother to take it out, and not the father. The father says, “Oh, that is nothing!" but the mothor knows it is something, aud that a little hurt sometimes is a very great hurt; so with God, our mother. All our annoyances are important enough to look at and sympathize with. Nothing, with God, is something. There are no ciphers in God’s arithmetic. And, if we were only good enough of sight, wo could see as much through a microscopo ns through a telescope. Those things that may be impalpable and infinitesimal to us, may be pronounced and infinite to God. A mathematical point is defined as having no parts, no magnitude. It is so small you can not imagine it, aud yofc a mathematical point may boa start-

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ing-point for a great eternity. God’s surveyors carry a very long chain. A scale may be very delicate that can weigh a grain, but God’s scale is so delieute that he can weigh with it that which is so small that a grain is a million times heavier. When John Kitto, a poor boy on a back street of Plymouth, cut his foot with a piece of glass, God bound it up so successfully that he became tho great Christian geographer, and a commentator known among all nations. .Sp every vroui.d of the soul, however insignifl cant, God is willing to bind up. As at the first cry of the child the mother rushes to kiss the wound, so God, oar mother, takes the smallest wound of the heart and presses it to the lips of divine sympathy. “As one whom his mother eomforteth, so* wiil I comfort you." PATIENCE WITH THE ERRING. I remark, further, that God has a mother’s patience for the erring. If one does wrong, first his associates in life east him off; if he goes on in the wrong way, his business partner casts him off; if he goes on, his oest friends casts him off — his father casts him off. But after all others have cast him off, where does he go? Who holds no grudge—forgives the last time as well as the first? Who sits by the murderer's counsel all through through the long trial? Who tarries the longest at the w indows of a culprit’s cell? Who, when all others think ill of a man, keeps on thinking well of him? It is his mother. God, bless her gray hairs, if she be still alive; aud bless her grave, if she be gone. And bless the rocking chair in which she used to sit. and bless the cradle she used to rock, and bless the Bible she used to read. So God, our mother, has patience for all the erring. After everybody else has cast ahnan off, God, our mother, comes to the rescue. God leaps to take charge of a bad case. After all the other doctors have got through, the heavenly physician comes in. Human sympathy at such a time does not amount to much. Even the sympathy of the church, I am sorry to say, often docs cot amount to much. I have seen the most harsh and bitter treatment on the part of those who professed faith in Christ toward those who were wavering and erring. They tried on the wanderer sarcasm, and billingsgate, and caricature, and they tried tittle tattle. There was one thing they did cot try, and that was forgiveness. A soldier in England was brought by a eerge.ntto acoionel, “What," says the colonel, bringing ‘he nan here again! We have tried everything wth him." “Oh, no," says the sergeant, •there : s erve thing you have not tried. I would like you to try that” “What is that?" said the colonel. Said the man, “Forgiveness.” The case had not gone so far but that it might take that turn, and so the colonel said: “Well, young man, you have done so and so. What is your excuse?” “I have no excuse, but I am very sorry," said the man. “We have made up our minds to forgive you," said the colonel. The tears started. He had never been accosted in that way before. His life was reformed, and that was the starting point for a positively Christian life. O, church of God, quit your sarcasm when a man falls! Quit your irony, quit your tittle tattle, and try forgiveness. God, your mother, tries it all the time. A man’s sin may be like a continent, but God’s forgiveness is like the Atlantic and Pacific oceans, bounding it on both sides. The Bible often talks about God's hand, I wonder how it looks. You remember distinctly how your mother’s hand looked, though thirty years ago it withered away. It was different from your father’s hand. When you were to be chastised you had rather have mother punish you than lather. It did not hurt so much. And father’s hand was different from mothers, partly because it had out door toil and partly because God intended it to be different The knuckles were more firmly set and the palm was calloused. But mother’s haud was more delicate. There were blue veins running through the back of it. Though the fingers, some of them, were picked* with a needle, the palm of it was very soft. Was there ever a poultice like that to take paiu out of a wound? So God’s hand is a mother’s hand. What it touches it heals. If it smite you it does not hurt as if it were another hand. O you poor wandering soul in sin, it is not a bailiff's hand that seized you to day. It is not a hard hand. It is not an unsympathetic hand. It is not a cold hand. It is not an enemy’s hand. No; it is a gentle hand, a loving hand, a sympathetic hand, a soft hand, a mother's hand! “As one •whom his mother eomforteth, so will I comfort you." I want to say, finally, that God has a mother's way of putting a child to sleep. You know there is no cradle song like a mother’s. After tho excitement of the evening it is almost impossible to get the child to sleep. If tho rockingchair stop a moment the eyes are wide open; but the mother’s patience and the mother's soothing manner keep on until, after a while, the angel of slumber puts his wing over the pillow. Well, my dear mothers and sisters ir. Christ, the time will come when we will be wanting to be put to sleep. The day of our life will bo done and the shadows of tho night of death will be gathering around us. Thou we want God to soothe us, to bush us to sleep. Let the music of our going not be the dirge of the organ, or the knell of the church tower, or tho drumming of a “dead march," but let it be the hush of a mother’s lullaby. Oh, the oradlo of the grave will bo soft with tho pillow of all the promises. When we are being rocked into that last slumber I want this to be the cradle-song: “As one whom a mother eomforteth, so will I comfort you." 1 Asleep in Jesus; far from theo Tliy kindred and their graves may be; But thine is still a blessed sleep, From which none ever wake to weep." A Scotchman was dying. His daughter, Nellie, sat by the bedside. It was Sunday evening, and the bell of the church was ringing, calling the people to church. Tho good old man, in his dying dreams, thought that he was on the way to church, as he used to be when ho went in the sleigh across the river; and as the evening bell struck up, in his dying dream he thought it was the call to church. He said: “Hark, children, tho bells are ringing; we shall be late; we must make the mare step out quick." He shivered, and then said: “Pull tho buffalo robe up closer, my lass! It is oold crossing the river, but we will soon be there; Nellie, we will soon be there!" And he smiled, and said: “Just there now.” No wonder he smiled. The good old man had got to church. Not the old country church, but the temple in the skies—just across the river. How comfortably did God hush that old man to sleep! As one whom his mother eomforteth, so God eomforteth him. Will Require an Able Assistant. Columbus Republican. Mr. Thompson is an ardent Democrat, an exrebel soldier, a very pleasant and intelligent gentleman, but knows no more about geology than be does about the composition of the planets. Unless he has an assistant who can carry on the work*-the office might just as well be abolished and save the salary. But this is of a piece with tho other work of our reform State administration. A Bad Case of Eclipse. Elkhart Independent. The worst case of eclipse happened to Our Tuwmus, Holman, and “Col." Stoll when they endeavored to fasten on the public printing department. Grover’s cone shadowed the Elephant’s tail, the Great Objector, and the “Colonel," all at one fell swoop, which shows that it won’t do for satellites to monkey around the central luminary—not much. Some Excellent Advice. Philadelphia Press. The trouble between tho old line Democrats and President Cleveland arises from a misunderstanding of the civil-service plank in their platform last fall. They meant it only as a joke, while he is disposed to look at it seriously. The moral of this is: Never try a practical joke on a man whose collar girth’s bigger than his hat band. A Thing Mr. Hendricks Should Kuow, Louisville Commercial. Some friend of your uncle Hendricks ought to take him aside aud tell him that the election is over. His log rolling, go as-you please daily tour through tho departments in search of offices for his hungry friends would not be permissible in the middle of the campaign, let alone in these piping times of peace. • T— -- - -- No Time to Waste on Colored Converts. Indianapolis Colored World. - Colored men need not worry themselves that the Democratic party intends to go very far out of its way in order to make converts among them for its welfare. Thu fact ia apparent that

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Spring Medicine

! ‘When the weather grows warmer, that extreme tired feeling, want of appetite, dullness, languor, and lassitude, afflict almost the entire human family, and scrofula and other diseases caused by humors, manifest themselves with many. It is impossible to throw elf this debility and expel humors from the blood without the aid of a reliable medicine like Hood’s Sarsaparilla. “ I could not sleep, and would get up in the morning with hardly life enough to get out of bed. I had no appetite, and my face would break out with pimples. I bought

Hood’s Sarsaparilla

a' bottle of Hood’s Sarsaparilla, and soon began to sleep soundly; could get up without that tired and languid feoling, and my appetite improved.” K. A. Sanford, Kent,o* * “I had been much troubled by general debility. Last spring Hood’s Sarsaparilla proved Just the thing needed. I derived an immense amount of benefit. I never felt better.” H. F. Millet, Boston, Mass. Hood’s Sarsaparilla Sold by all druggists. $1; six for $5. Made only by C. I. HOOD & CO., Lowell, Mass. 100 Doses One Dollar

7>REAT saleV / Os “GOLD” and “SILVER” Laundered ft / and Unlaundered SHIRTS, \ I Commencing THURSDAY, March 20, \. I Thoee goods have several New and Desirable Improve- \ I ments. In Quality, Style, Fit and Finish they are im- I I measurably superior to anything heretofore offered. The I I PKICES will speak for themselves. Gentlemen desiring # I I correct Shirts will find them equal to tho finest custom | 1 makes, at one-half the price. It will pay intending I \ purchasers to wait for this sale. / \ THE NEWTORK STORE, / \ Pettis, Bassett & Cos., Indianapolis. /

AMUSEMENTS. DICKSON’S GRANFoPERA - HOUSE. GPEXTRA! SPECIAL EVENT! FRIDAY and SATURDAY. March 27 and 28, and SATURDAY MATINEE—OnIy Engagement of the Distinguished Emotional SOCIETY STAR, mi In a Superb Collection of MODERN and STANDARD PLAYS, supported by an UNRIVALED COMPANY, and presented with MAGNIFICENT STAGE GARNITURE, ORIGINAL MUSIC and ROYAL COSTUMES. FRIDAY EVENING, March 27—Viotorien Sardou's GREAT COMEDY, tt ARCADIA. ,, (A Dangerous Game.) RHEA as HELENE SATURDAY-RHEA GRAND MATINEE. Popular prices—2s, 50 and 750. “CAMILLE.” RHEA as CAMILLE SATURDAY NIGHT—FAREWELL TO RHEA. Howard Carroll’s Successful Comedy-Drama, “THE AMERICAN COUNTESS." RHEA as .THE COUNTESS of seats begins on TUESDAY MORNING, March 24. Prices—2sc, 50c, 75c, $1 and $1.25.

HOW THEY ARE TALKING “What beautiful Carpets Mr. Gall is selling,” said Mrs. Q. to Mrs. X. “And what elegant new patterns! Why, everybody is talking about it,” rejoined Mrs. X. “I think his Body and Tapestry Brussels, Moquettes and Velvets are in the handsomest designs I have ever seen.* 1 “And so cheap!” “Cheap! I never knew anything like it before. I was charmed with his Wall Papers also. What exquisite taste ho must have to select such delicate harmonies in color.” “But did you see the lovely Lace Curtains Mr. Gall is showing now, and the magnificent Bugs? And at such low prices. I don’t understand it” “Well, I do. Mr. Gall bought just at the right time. The market had touched the very lowest point So you see, dear, that’s the way ho is able to give us such beautiful patterns at such delightfully low prices.*

‘ At no other season Is tho system so susceptible to the beneficial effects of a Tollable tonic and lnvigorant. Tho impure state of the blood, tho deranged digestion, and the weak condition of the body, caused by its long battle with the cold, wintry blasts, all call for the reviving, regulating and restoring influences so happily and effectively combined In Hood’s Sarsaparilla. “ Hood’s Sarsaparilla did me a great de.nl of good. I had no particular disease, bid was tired out from overwork, and it tone! me up.” Mrs. G. £. Simmons, Cohoes, N. I.

“ For seven years, spring and fall, I had scrofulous sores como out on my legs, and for two years was not free from them at all. I suffered very much. Last May I began taking Hood’s Sarsaparilla, and before I had taken tw'o bottles, the sores healed and the humor left me.” C. A. Arnold, Arnold, Me. “ There is no blood purifier equal to Hood’e Sarsaparilla.” E..S. Phelps, Rochestor, N.L Hood’s Sarsaparilla I Sold by all druggists. |1; six for $5. Made only by C. I. HOOD & CO., Lowell, Meal, , 100 Doses One Dollar

AMUSEMENTS. ajjggpi ONE WEEK ONLY! MARCH 2M MATINEE EVERY DAY EXCEPT MONDAY! Engagement of the World-Renowned _ Admission, HOLLYWOOD JUVENILE HK IUC. OPERA COMPANY Extra. IN THE GORGEOUS SPECTACLE. CINDERELLA! Cinderella! ——■ ■ ■ ■ The Prineal Pronounced by press and public to be the greatest child actors on tho American stage. Supportod by a strong company of well-known artists. n? 'Seats now on sale. CHILDRENKARRIAGES Tho Finest, Tho Best, AMD THE Lowest Trices* AT CHARLES MAYER & CO.’S, 29 and 31 West Washington Street. D. A. BOHLEN & SON, ARCHITECTS, o 5 Ku* ... st™, } INDIANAPOLIS, INI Telephone 744

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