Pike County Democrat, Volume 26, Number 43, Petersburg, Pike County, 6 March 1896 — Page 6

TALMAGE’S SERMON. f. ■ -v Another Vigorous Ring at the Old. Gospel BelL OUlnc Aoc* the Bbeep Who Have Gone Astray—The 'Lord Hath Laid Upon On* the Iniquity of 17s AIL

Rev. T. DeWitt Talmage delivered the following sermon to his Washington congregation, taking for his text: Ail we. like sheep, have gone astray; we have turned every one to hia own way. and the Lord hath laid on Hint the iniquity of us alt Once more I ring the old Gospel bell. The first half of ray next text is an indictment: All we, like sheep, have gone astray. Some one says: ‘’Can’t you drop that first word? That is too general; that sweeps too great a circle.” Some man rises in the audience ai^L he looks over on the opposite side of the house, and says: ‘‘There is a blasphemer; and 1 understand how he has gone astray.' And there in another part of the house is a defaulter, ami he has gone astray. And there is an impure person, and he has gone astray.” Bit down, my brother, and look at home. My text takes! us all in. It starts behind -the pulpit, sweeps the circuit of the room, and comes back to the point where it started, when it says: “All we. like sheep, have gone astray.” I can very easily understand why Martin Luther threw up liis hands after he had found the Bible anil cried- out: “Oh! my sins, my sins!” ami why the publican, according to the ctlstom to this day in the east, when they have' any great grief, l>egan to beat himself and cry. as he smote upon his breast: “God be merciful to me. a sinner.” I was, like many- of you. brought up in the country, and I know some of the habits of sheep, and how they get astray, and what ray text idea ns When it says: “All we, like sheep, have gone astray. ” « Sheep get astray in two ways; either by trying to get into other pasture, or from being scared by the dogs. In the former way some of us got astray. We thought there was better pasturage somewhere else.’ We thought if wo could only lie down on the banks of a distant stream, oir under great oaks on the other side of some hill. w»> might Ik* better fed. We wanted other pasturage than that which God, through Jesus Christ, gave our soul, and we wandered on. and we were l »st. We wanted bread, land we found garbage. The farther we wandered. Mislead of finding rich ptsturage, we found blasted health and sharper rooks and more stinging nettles. No pasture. How was it in the club house when you lost y our child? Did they come around and help you very much? Did your worldly associates console you very ; much? Did not the plain Christian man who earner into your house ami sat Up with your darling child give you thore comfort than all worldly associates? Di 1 all the convivial songs yon ever heard comfort you in that day of bereavement so much as thel song they sang to you — perhaps the very song that was sung by your little child the last Sabbath afternoon of her life. -£ ; 1 —' ~ I There Is a happy land Kmr. far ivar. Where saints Immortal rtdKn. HrUrht bright a> day. Did your business associates in that day of darkness’ and trouble give you any especial condolence? Business exasperated you. business wore you but. business left you limp as a rag. business made you mad. You got dollars, but you got no peace. God have mercy on the man who has nothing but business to comfort him! The world afforded you no luxuriant, pasturage. A famous English aetor’igfoud «>n the stage impersonating, and thunders of applause, came* down from the galleries, and many thought it was the proudest moment of his life: but there was a man asleep just in front of him, am! the*fact that that man was indifferent and somnolent spoiled the occasion for him. and cried: “A\akc( up. wake up! ” So one little annoy-' a nee in life hasj l>een more pervading to your mind than all the brilliant congratulations and success. l\>or pasturage for yourj soul you find in this world. The world lias cheated you. the world lias belied’ you. the world has misinternrellc l you. the world has persecuted you. It never comforted you. Oh! this world is a good rack from which a horse may pick his food; it la a good trough from which the swine may crunch their mess; but it gives but littie food to a soul bh>odbought and immortal. What is a soul? It is a hope high as the throne of God., What is a man? Yon sav, “It is only a man," It is only a mane gone overboard in sin. It is only a man gone overboard in busines> life. What is a feian? The battle-ground of three worlds, with his hands taking hold of destinies ot ligli#or darkness. A man! No line can measure him. No limit can bound him. The archangel before the throne can not outlive him. The stars shall die. but he will watch their extinguishment. The world will burn, but he will gaze at the conflagration. Endless ages will march on; he will watch the precession. A man! The master piece of God Almighty. Yet you say: “It is only a man.” Can a nature like that tH» fed on husks of the wilderness?

Substantial comforts will no; grow On Nature's barren soil; All we can boast till Christ we know la vanity and toll Sinai's terrible batteries have been linlimbered above your- soul, ami at times you have heart! it thunder: “The wages of sin is death.” “All have ainned and come short of the glory of tiod.” “By one man sin entered the world, and death by sin; and so death passed up»»n all men, for that all have sinned.” “The soul that sinneth. It shall die.” When Sebastopol was being bombarded two Russian frigates burned aU night in the harbor, throwing a glare upon the trembling fortress; and some of you, from what you have told me yourselves, some of yon are standing in the night of your soul's

trouble, the cannonade, and the conflagration. and the multiplication, and the multitude of your sorrows and troubles, I think, must make the wings of God’s hovering angels shiver to the tip. y But the last part of my text opens a door wide enough to let us all out and to let all Heaven in. * Sound it on the organ with all the stops out. Turn it on the harps with all the strings atune. With all the melody possible let the heavens sound it to the earth and let the earth tell it to the heavens. “The Lord hath laid on him the iniquity of us all. ” I am glad that the prophet did not stop to explain whom he meant by “him.” Him of the manger, Him of the bloody sweat, Him of the resurrection throne. Him Of the crucifixion agony. “On him the Lord hath laid 0 the iniquity of us pll.” “Oh!” says some man, “that isn’t generous, that isn’t fair; let every man carry his own burden and pay his own debts.” . That

sounds reasonable. If I have an ooliRation and I have the means to meet it,'and I come to you and ask you to settle that obligation, you rightly shy: “Pay your own debts." If you and I, walking down the street—both hale, hearty and well—I ask you to carry me, you say, rightly: “Walk on your own feet! ltut suppose you and I were in a regiment and I was wounded in the battle and I fell unconscious at your feet with guiishot fractures and dislocations, what would you do? You would call to your comrades, 'saying. “Come and help, this man is helpless; bring the ambulance; ■ let us take him to the hospital !"and I would be a dead lift in j*our arms, and you lift me from the ground where I had fallen, and put me in the ambulance and take me to the hospital anti have all kindness shown me. WoWd I there be anything bemoaning in my ! accepting that kindness? Oh. no! j Yon would bo mean not to do it. [ That is what Christ does. If we could | pay our debts then it would be better to go up arid pay them, saving, “Here, i Lord, here is my obligation; here are ; the means with which I mean to settle j that obligation: now give me a receipt; | cross it all out." The debt is paid. Hut the fact is we have fallen in the < battle; we have gone down under the j hot fire of our transgessions: we have j been wounded by the sabers of sin: we ! have been wounded by the sabers of j* sin: we are helpless: we are undone. Christ comes. The loud .cloud heard ' in the sky on that Christmas night was only the bell, the resounding bell of the ambulance. Clear the way for the Son of God. He comes down to bind up the wounds, and to scatter the | darkness and to save the lost. Clear the way for the Son of Cod. j Christ comes down to us. and we areJ a dead lift. He does not lift us with ! the lips of His fiugers. He does not ' lift us with one arm. He comes <]mvn j upon His knee, and then, with a dead lift. He raises us to honor and glory and immortality. “The Lord hath laid on Him the iniquity of us all." Why, then, will a man carry hi;* sins?" You can not carry successfully the smallest sin you ever committed. You might as well put the Apennines on one shoulder and the Alps on the other. How much less can yqu carry all the sfns of your lifetime? Christ eomes and looks down in your face and says: “I have come through all the lacerations of these days, alid through all the tempests of these nights; 1 have come to bear your burdens, and to pardon your sins, and to pay your debts; put them on mv shoulder; put them on ray heart." “On him ttie Lord hath laid the iniquity of us all.” Sin has almost pestered the life out of some of you. At times it has made you cross apd unreasonable. and it has spoiled the brightness of your days and the peace of your rights. There are men who have been riddled of sin. The world gives them no solace. Gossamery and volatile the world, while eternity, as they look forward to it j is black as midnight. They writhe under the stings of a conscience which proposes to give no rest here and no rest hereafter. and yet they do not repent, they do not pray, they do not weep. They do not realize that just the p tsition ft hey occupy is the position occupied oy scores, hundreds and thousands of men who never found any hope. I ' If this meeting should be thrown open and the people who are here could^ give their testimony, what thrilling S experiences we should hear on all sides! There is a man who would say” “I had a brilliant surroundings: I had the best education that one of the best eollygiate institutions of this country ! could (five, and I observed all the moralties <>f life,: and I was self-righteous, and I thought I was all right before God as I am all right before man, but the Holy Spirit came to me one day and said: ‘You are a sinneip' the Holy Spirit persuaded me of the fact. While I had escaped the sins against the law of the land, I had really committed the worst sin a man ever commits, the

ariTinjf oaeK oi me :son or itou irom | my hearts affections, and I saw that ! my hand*. were red with the -blood of j the Son of God, and I began,; to pray. I and peace came to my heart, and I. know by experience that what you sav j la true." “On Him the Lord hath laid the iniquity of us all.” Yonder is a j man who would say; “I was the worst druukard in.the city; l went from bad i to worse; I destroyed myself; I destroyed my home;" my children cow- j ered wnen 1 entered the house; when ; they put up their lips to be kissed I j struck them: when my wife protested ; against the maltreatment I kicked j her into the street. I know all the bruises and all the terrors of a drunk-1 aWs woe. I went further and further j from God until one day 1 got a letter, ; saying: ^ “ Mv Dear Hi'Sbasd: I have tried . every way, done everything and prayed ' earnestly and fervently for your refor- j mation, but it seems of no avaiL Since our little Henry died, with the exception of those few happy weeks when yon remained sober, my life had been one of sorrow. Many oi the nights I have sat by the window, with my face bathed in tears, watching for

vonr coming. I am broken-hearted. I, wa sick. Mother and father hare been here frequently fund begged me to come home; bnt my love for you and my hope for brighter days have always made me refuse them. That hope seems now beyond realization, and I have returned to them. It is hard, and I battled long before doing it. May God bless and preserve you, and take from that accursed appetite, and hasten the day when we shall be again living happily together. This will be my daily prayer, knowing that He has said, “Come unto me,all ye that and are heavy laden, and I will gives you rest.’ From your loving wife, “‘Mabt.’

“And so I wandered on and wan* dered on,*' says that man, “until one night I passed a Methodist meeting house, and I said to myself, “111 go in and see what they are doing;’ and I got to the door, and they were singing. All may come whoever will— This man receives poor sinners s|Ul, And I dropped right there where I was, and | said: ‘God have mercy I’and He had mercy on me. My home is restored, my wife sings all day long during work, my children come out a long way to greet me home, and my household is a little heaven. 1 will tell you what did all this for me. It Was the truth that this day you proclaim: ‘On him the Lord hath laid the iniquity of Us all.’ Yonder is a woman who would say: ‘I wandered off from my father’s, house. I heard the storm that pelts on a lost soul; my feet were blistered on the hot rocks. I went on and on, thinking that no one cared for my soul, when one night Jesus met me, and He said: ‘Poor thing, go home; your father is waiting for you, your mother is waiting for you. Go home, poor thing!’ And, sir, I was too weak to pray, and I was too weak to repent, but I just cried out—I sobbed out my sins and my sorrows on the shoulders of Him of whom it is said ^the Lord hath laid on llim the iniquitj- of us all.’” Someone comes here to-day an l I stand aside. He comes up three steps. He comes to this place. I must stand aside. Taking that piaeje He spreads abroad his hands, and they were hailed. .You see His feet; they were bruised. He pulls aside the robe and shows you liig wounded i heart. I say: “Art tlkou weary?” ; “Yes,”- He says, “Weary with the world's woe.” I say: “Whence I comest Thou?" He says: J”JL came from Calvary.” 1 say: “Who comes with ! Thee?” He says: “No one; I have j trodden the wine-press alone.” I say: “Why cofnest thou here?" “Oh!” He says, “I caitie here to carry all the sins and sorrows of the people.” And He kneels. He says: [‘Put on my shoulders all the ^sorrows and all the sins." And, conscious of my own sins first, I take them and put them on the shoulders of the Sou of God. 1 say: “Canst Thou bear any more, oh Christ?’’ He says: “Yes, more.” And I gather up the sins of all those who serve at these altars, the officers of the Church of Jesus Christ— I gather up their sins and I put them on Christ’s shoulders, and I say; “Canslj Thou bear any more?” He says: “Yes, 1 more.” Then I gather up all the sins i of a hundred people in this house; and j I put them on the shoulders of Christ, and I say: “Canst Thou bear more?** He saVs: “Yes, more.” And I gather up all the ..sins of the assembly, and put them on the shoulders of the Son j of God. and I say: "Canst Thou bear them?" “Yes,” He says, “more. ’ Hut He is departing. Clear the way for Him. the Son of God. Open the door and let Him pass out. He is carrying our sins and bearing them away. We shall never see them again. He throws them down into the j abyss, and you hear the long reverberating echo of their fall. “On him the Lord hath laid the iniquity of us all.” Will you let Him take your sins to-day? Or. did you say: “I will take charge of them myself. I will risk eternity on my own account?” 1 know not how near some of you have come to crossing the line. A clergyman said in his pulpit one Sabbath; "Before next Saturday night one of this audience will have passed j out of life,” A gentleman said to another seated next to him: “I don’t believe it; I tneau to watch, and if it doesn’t come true by next Saturday night. I shall tell that clergyman, his falsehood.’^ The man seated next to him said: “Perhaps it will be yourself,” “Oh! no,” the other replied, "1 shall, live to be an old man.” That night he breathed his last. To-day the Saviour calls. All may come. God never pushes a man off. God never destroys anybody. The man jumps off. he jumps off. It is suicide—soul suicide— if the man perishes, for the invitation is, “whosoever will, let him come;” whosoever, whosoever, whosoever! While God invites, how blest the day. How sweet the Gospel's charming sound; Come, sinner, haste. O: haste away - While yet a pardoning God Is found. In this day of merciful visitation.

while many are coming into the kingdom of God. join the procession Heavenward. * Seated in my church was a man who came in who said: "I don't know that ] there is any God.” That was on Friday night. I said: "We will kneel down and find out whether there is any God.” And in the second seat from the . pulpijt we knelt. He said: "I have fonnd Him. There is a God. a pardoning God. I feel Him here.” He knelt in the darkness of sin. ; He arose two minutes afterward in the liberty of the Gospel; while another sitting under the gallery on Friday night, said: "My opportunity is goue;last week I might have been saved; not now—the d«x»r is shut.” "Behold the Lamb of God who taketh away the sin of the world.” “Now is the accepted time. Now is the day of aalva- j tion." "It is appointed unto all men once to die, and after that the judg- 1 inent.;" ___ Kellglou* l>utjr. The three greatest things on earth to do are to save a man, or save a woman, or save a child.—Rev. T. DeWitt Talmage, iVesbyterian, Washington, D. CL

A JOYOUS AFFAIR. I o— >r—HI»H Charles F. Joy, of Missouri, »ad In. Joy Astonish the Capital with a Caique Dinner Party—An Epleorian Poem—Art and Apt Quotations, In Which Joy Held a Conspicuous Place. Washisgtos, Feb. 39.—For originality and delightful surprise the dinner given last evening by Representative and Mrs. Joy, of St. Louis, was one of the most notable events of the Washington season. The dining room was given a tent-like effect by the arrangement of the wall and ceiling decorations. The table was ba re of flowers. The dinner was served in old English style from the table, instead of by waiters. Beside each lady's plate was l an ivory and satin fan, hand-painted, of different design, and adorned with bits of verse especially suited to the recipient.

me menu cards were works ot art, executed under the direction of Mrs. Joy, from designs of her own. A dozen large eards were arranged upon a ring. The first bore simply the date of the occasion. Upon the second was the head of Speaker Reed, with wings spread from the shoulders. Behind and below* the speaker wras the vacant chair and desk with the gavel. In front and above was the White House, toward which the speaker w as represented as winging his way. tvhile saying to himself: "My joy lies onward, and my toil behind." In the lower corner of the card was the single word “llivalvular.” \ Upon the third card was pictured Quartermaster-General Bachelder, in full uniform, sitting at the front of a tent with the camp fire blazing at his feet arid the wagon train parked among the trees in the distance. “Mysterious” in the corner stood for soup. As he sat musing in the twilight, Gen, Bachelder was “supposed to be saying, as he thought of coming retirement: “Beyond what wails for us. Who knows? New joys, or igfinite repose?" The fine figure and handsome face,of Surgeon-General Walter Wyman, in full uniform, adorned the fourth card, which ushered in the fish, by the simple announcement of “aquatic.” There was double meaning on the far corner, devoted to the gallant bachelor head of the Marine hospital service. As he stood in martial array, a bevy of beautiful maidens looked up to him wijh evident leap year intentions. "The heart distrusting asks if this be joy." were the words put into the surgeon general's mouth as he surveyed the charmers. The next carl, devoted to “ruminant,” presented in gladiatorial dress and pose Representative J" Frank Aidrich, of Chicago, grappling with a wild boar of great fierceness. It -suggested fthe heroic effort of Mr. Aldrich in charge of ex-Representative Henderson's campaign for the clerkship at the opening of the present congress against the so-called “hog combine,” which captured not only the'clerkship, but other offices. "Rapturous joy: it would be mine. If I could beat the hog combine." Maj. Powell, the famous traveler ana scientist director of the Ethnological Bureau, found his rugged, kindly face "transformed into a sphinx, upon which tourists were staring through their field glasses. The corner-stone of the massive structure bore the inscription: “Rocks, hills and vales repeat the sounding joy.” “The single word “amphibious" denoted the proper place of this card in the menu for the canvas backs. * “Ornithological and botanical” presented a full-length pbrtfait of Senator Julius Caesar Burrows! of Michigan. Mr. Burrows was clad in senatorial toga, with laurel upon his head, and in his hand he held the sheet of music of his favorite son: “Clementine, My Clementine.” The couplet for which Senator Burrows foUnib appplication was: The greater joy that Ciesiar feels Than with a senate at his heels. Representative Cannon, a wrecked bicycle. a th’ing hat and a cloud of dust were presented in picturesque confu- 1 sion on "the card which announced j “Saccharine.” As it was only yester- i day that Mr. Cannon and his bicycle , tried to pass a night liner on Peunsyl- j vania avenue and found the avenue toe j narrow, the picturesque presentation was tirnelj*. j Joys too exquisfie to last Was Mr. Cannon's comment on his broken wheel. The “pomological” car l exhibited Mr. j Joy in the act which was felicitously described by Uncle Fuller in the St. : Louis Mirror a few weeks ago. The ’ host was shown in his most impressive pose— Seeing himself at the head of advancing thousands of his fellow-citizens of Missouri, moving in the direction of the governor's mansion There was Joy as he is and there was Joy as he saw himself, and there were the “advancing thousands" at his back. It was “the dream of Joy.” Menu cards of such novelty in design and of such artistic beauty in execution have been seen in no dinner in Washington. The guests besides the gentlemen mentioned were Mrs. Reed and Miss | Reed, Mrs. Burrows, Mrs. Powell, Miss | Powell, Mrs. Aldrich, Mrs. Turner, j Mrs. Joy.^Miss Joy. When the guests retired from the ta- j ble the gentlemen found themselves in a Turkish room that was perfect in its ; appointments. Hangings covered the i walls. There were divans to lounge '• upon. In the grate burned a wood fire j of many colors, made from the old and ' copper-stained timbers of a wrecked : •hip. The dinner of Mr. and Mrs. Joy was a poem.

PATRICK WALSH Send* CoplM of HU Mtrcw *t Chicago to Southern Governor*. Avgusta, Ua., March L — Patrick Walsh, chairman of the Southern ad- ' vis* >ry committee, has telegraphed to j the governors of the southern states as ! follows: “I have mailed you my ad- j dress in reference tc the Southern States exposition at Chicago. There never was such an opportunity its this exposition will present to the south for substantial development. I ask > our hearty co-operation in sending exhibita from your state.”

RUN DOWN AT ANCHOR. The Staunohlp Alisa, of the Atlas LIm, Sunk by the Steamer l* Boulogne, Which Proceeded oa Its Way Indifferent to the Fate of the Disabled Vessel—Cow. ardly Action of the Crew of the AUsa— Rescued by a Tug. New York, March 1.—The steamship Ailsa, of the Atlas line, was sunk ibout 2:30 o’clock yesterday afternoon by the steamship La Bourgogne, of the general Transatlantique line, bound tor Harve. The Ailsa Had sailed from | New York en route to Kingston. Ow- | ing to the dense fog, the Ailsa came to I anchor just at the south mouth of the j Narrows. The strong tide that was ' running at the time swung the vessel’s | bead so that at the time of the collisi >ion she was pointing towards New York.

According to the statements of seyi sral of the crew, the vessel had been i it anchor but a few minutes when a I huge steamer hove in sight and ai- [ though, according to the Ailsa's crew, a continuous ringing of her bell had been kept up since siie canue to anchor, the vessel came on and struck the ' Ailsa full on the port bow*tearing out a large portion of her side. Immediately after striking the Ailsa the colliding vessel, which w^ learned to be the steamer La Bourgogne, backed out and after disengaging herself, proceeded on her way without making the slightest offer to render assistance to the Ailsa. Capt. J. W. Morris of the Ailsa was on the bridge at the time the collision occurred, rnd he immediately gave orders to weigh anchor. This was instantly done, aiid the vessel was headed for the Fort Hamilton shore. Before she had gone far, however, she filled and sank. The captain, passengers and part of the crew took to the rigging, from which they were rescued by the tug Harold,'which happened to be in the vicinity at the time. The Harold, to fhake the rescue; steamed between the masts and directly over the deck of Ihd sunken steamer. The Harold also 'picked up later a part of the crew from a small boat belonging to the Ailsa. According to tlve crew only a few minutes elapsed from the time the vessel was struck until she went down! As far as can be learned La Bourgogne suffered little or no injury from the contact. The crew and passengers <5f the sunken steamer were brought up to the city by the tug an<^ landed at the Ship News office of the United Press. In interviews with the passengers of the ill-fated vessel it was learned that the crew of the Ailsa behaved in a most cowardly manner. It is asserted that when La Bourgogne struck the A Isa the crew, instead of trying to assist, seemed to be inspired with only the desire to 'Save themselves. They seized the only available boat, which they quickly lowered and, jumping into it pushed off,'leaving the passengers to their fate. There were 14 cabin passengers on board the Ailsa, among them several women. The, latter were verging on h rsterics when seen at. the pier o: the U aited Press Ship News* office. Sime o them looked as though thej- had b -en subjected to some hard usage. , The officers of the ill-fated vessel deny that the crew abused the passengers, or were guilty of cowardice. Capt. Morris of the Ailsa, refusedjo make any statement with regard to hnv the accident occurred. J. Weatlierspoon, the chief engineer, sjtoke, freely about the accident. He p jclared that La Bourgoyne was tfc b aine, and said that the Ailsa's bell was rung continuously while she lay a anchor. He was rather indignant a the manner in which the French steamer behaved. He denied in toto .ti e passengers' statement that the crew had seized the only available boat a id abandoned the passengers to their fi te. He asserts that the passengers refused to go into the small boat and sought refuge in the rigging; that upon the refusal of the passengers tc e iter the boat the captain ordered the cpew to pull for the shore, and that the vessel filled an$ went down sc r ipidly that neither the passengers rtpr crew were4 able to save any of their effects. The Ailsa now lies sunk to her lowei yards and is on a hard bottom off Fort ] amilton. ■& The erew numbered'5 37, including ( apt. Morris. It was composed of irpauiards, Cubans and Italians. The Ailsa is a British screw steamer, 290 feet in length; beam 34.2 feet; depth :Ui.9; tonnage 1,331; built at Gli^gow and owned by the Atlanta Steamship Co. She had a general cargo. It has been learned that La Bour* gogne proceeded but a short distance after the collision and came to anchor; 11 is not known whethershe sustained any injury. She has 43 Cabin passengers on board. ’ I v'.

t ijae Line steamer nun i#uwn uu r on Wndiworth. New York* March I.—The Old Dominion steamer Guyandotte, in-bound from Norfolk, Va., ran into the Clyde line steamer George W. Clyde, off Fort Wadsworth, at five o’clock yesterday afternoon. The Guyandotte crashed into the Clyde in the dense fog. striking her on the port side, amidships, tearing a hole in her side through which a horse could be driven. The Guyandotte pulled out and stooe by while the Clyde began to fill." Tht tug Scandinavian and three other tfigs got lines to the Clyde and pulled her stern on to Bay Ridge shore. No one was hurt, and it is thought that the Clyde can be pre vented from sinking WHOLESALE INDICTMENT Of Members of the Chiea-o Exchange foa Operating “Bucket Shop*.” Chicago, March 1.—Forty-eight indictments against individual firms, companies and exchanges on th« charge of operating “bucket shops’ were returned yesterday by the grand jury. The number of men involved in the indictments is 281, and the work of the jury and prosecutors had been sc carefully guarded from publicity that there was general surprise among the people. The indictments coyer every alleged bucket shop in the citv. 1

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DIRECTIONS for utingi CREAM BALM. — Apply a particle of the Balm d*- j rtctly into the nostrils. Af-\ Ur a moment dram *trong\ breath through.the note. Ute three timet a day, after meal* preferred, and before I retiring. t . | CATARRH KX»Y*8 CREAM PAZ.5I Open* »'ad clMBses tht Naul Passages, Allays Pain and Inflammation.. Meals the Sores. Protect* the Membrane from colds. Restores the Senses of Taste and Smell. The Balm U quickly adsorbed and glees relief at once. A particle is applied into each nostril and Is agree able. Price SO cents at Progsfst* or by mall, fei.v BROTHERS. 56 Wsiren Street. Sew York.