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About The Telephone=register. (McMinnville, Or.) 1889-1953 | View Entire Issue (July 2, 1891)
Now is Your Time to Buy Cheap! We will Sell all Our Boys’ suits from Men’s good all wool suits, $8.50; and many good suits, part cotton, at $5.00 and upward $4.00 up; Children’s suits from $1.50 up; Straw hats at less than cost. We will positively not be undersold, but will Sell Cheaper and show a larger assortment to select from than any other store in the County K ay & T odd , McMinnville Look at otir Goods and Prices! THE TELEPHONE-REGISTER. ASTBAY BUT RECOVERED HARDING & HEATH, Publishers. DR. TALMAGE PREACHES ON THE NECESSITY OF A REDEEMER. SUBSCRIPTION BATES. as Copy. per year. inadvance., •ce Copy, six months in advance .. 00 Beauty, Pathos and Comfort Found In ... 1 00 the Fifty-third Chapter of Isaiah—How and Why Men and Sheep Go Astray. Entered at the postoilice at McMinnville Whosoever Will, Let Him Come. . Oregon, as second-class matter. I B rooklyn , June 28.—Dr. Talmage’s ser T he advertising R ates of T he T ele mon today is of so decidedly evangelical a phon e -R egister arc liberal, taking in character as to prove conclusively that consideration the circulation. Single inch, $1.00, each subsequent inch, $.75. Special inducements for yearly or, semi- yearly contracts. * J ob W ork N f . atly *A nd Q uiukly E xecuted at reasonable rates Our facilities are the best in Yamhill county and as good as any in the state A complete steam plant insures quick work. * * * ZA R esolutions of C ondolence % nd all O p . it - uary Poetry will be charged for at regular advertising rates. * A ll C ommunications M i s ’ B e S igned B y the person who sends them, not for pub lication, unless unaccompanied by a “non de plume,’’ but for a guarantee of good faith. No publications will be published unless so signed. * A ddress A ll C ommunications . E ither F or the editorial or business departments to T he T elephone -R egister , McMinnville, Oregon. S ample C opies O f T he T elephone -R egis will l»e mailed to any person in the Unite ! States or Europe, who desires one, free of charge. ter W e I nvite Y ou T o C ompare T he T ele phone -R egister with a’P’ other paper published iu Yamhill county. All »ubscriberi -who du not receive their paper regularly will confer a favor by im- mediately reporting the tame to this office Thursday, July 2, 1891. THE THIRD PARTY. while so many eminent preachers of the day are drifting away from the old fash ioned Gospel he remains firm in the paths of orthodoxy. His subject is “Astray, but Recovered,” and his text, Isaiah liii, 6: “All we like sheep have gone astray: » • * and the Lord hath laid on him the iniquity of us all.” Within ninety years at the longest all who hear or read this sermon will be in eternity. During the next fifty years you will nearly all be gone. The next ten years will cut a wide swath among the people. The year 1891 will to some bo the finality. Such considerations make this occasion ab sorbing and momentous. The first half of my text is an indictment, “All we like sheep have gone astray.” Some one says: “Can you not drop the first word? That is too general; that sweeps too great a circle.” Some man rises in the audience and he looks over on the opposite side of the house, and he says: “There is a blasphemer, and I understand how he has gone astray. And there in another part of the house is a de frauder, and he has gone astray. And there is an impure person, and he has gone astray.” Sit down, my brother, and look at home. My text takes us all in. It starts behind the pulpi , sweeps the circuit ot the room and com<s back to the point where it started, when it says: “All we like sheep have gone astray.” I can very easily under stand why Martin Luther threw up his hands after he had found the Bible and cried out, “Oh! my sins, my sins,” and why the publican, according to the custom to this day in the east, when they have any great grief, began to lieat himself and cry as he smote upon liis breast, “God be merci ful to me a sinner.” you would pelt the heavens with the cry, “God have mercy!” Sinai’s batteries have been unlimbered above your soul, and at i times you have heard it thunder: “The ' Wages of sin is death.” “A11 have sinned I and come short of the glory of God.” “By one man sin entered into the world, and . death by sin; and so death passed upon all * men, for that all have sinned.” “The soul that sinneth it shall die.” When Sebastopol was being bombarded, two Russian frigates burned all night in the harbor throwing a glare upon the trembling fortress, and some of you are standing in the night of your sonl’s trou ble. The cannonade and the conflagra tion, the multiplication of yonr sorrows and troubles I think must make the wings of God’s hovering angels shiver to the tip. 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. Thrum 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 resur rection throne, him of tlie crucifixion agony. “On him the Lord hath laid tho iniquity of us all.” ILLUSTRATION FROM THE SHEPHERD'S LIFE. The first, the always absolute essen tial of success for any new movement In polities is a decided stand on definite declarations of opposition to the policy and the legislation of tlie party in ad ministration. No new party can be or ganized and put in a controlling posi tion by antagonizing an existing party that is out of power, and that is not represented in its principles and jioU- cies by existing laws. This is the very A B C of politics. It is a law of poli tics, because it is a law of human na ture. When men resist the wrongful use of power, they direct their resist ance against those who have tlie power and are abusing it, Never under any circumstances can a new party achieve success when it declines to make direct issue with the party of administration whose policies are represented in the laws, andin the conditions creating the dissatisfaction from which new par ties receive their impulse. Leading political demogogues have been so able to control the Cincinnati! conventions as to avoid to making issue with tlie party that is now in administration and that is represented in the laws respon sible for the general dissatisfaction out of which the Cincinnatti convention grew. The silence of tlie platform, giv ing consent to the McKinley bill and to an average tariff tax of 55 cents on the dollar of value in every article of manufactured goods usedin tlie life of the American people, gives the lie di rect to the claim that any organization supporting such a platform is or that it can become the “people’s party.” To accept the McKinley bill, either by tacit consent or open endorsement is to accept republicanism with all it im plies. And this is what the Cincinnatti convention has done. In the first place the tariff was ignored to avoid issue against democracy. The prohibition resolution was voted down. The policy of unlimited pensions was indorsed and further demands made on this score. All this shows that the object of the men controlling tlie convention was to anticipate and “head off” the genuine “third party” movement which threatened to come next year. In a campaign which will lie decided on the tariff, and party which attempts to ignore the tariff will not be in the fight. The question is now whether this confidence game can succeed against the determination of the agri cultural states to force a reduction of McKinley taxes on the necessaries of life. The West knows its rights and its wrongs, and it will stand on its rights to redress its wrongs. This is a great country, with 65,000,000 people and no broken down ¡tolitieal hucksters can lead them on tlie road to their own ruin.—S’. S', in IFbtf Sale. Democrats in the east are at present engaged in the pleasing pastime of fomenting discord among the reputi- lican leaders, while the heavy weights of the latter party are engrossed in the pleasurable occupation of widening the breach between tlie Cleveland and the anti-Cleveland factions of the demo cracy. Rows of this character are not hard to bring about, but democrats should remember that the republican party suffers least from them, owing to the fact that the ever-ready boodle with which they are so liberally sup- plied by the beneficiaries of protection has such a healing effect upon lacerat feelings, say nothing of the panacea of promised patronage, the value of which they realize and avail themselves of to the utmost.— Times. Attorney General Miller has render ed an opinion debarring all claims filed by citizens of Oregon and Washington since June 30, 1874, for horses used by them in the volunteer service in 1855-56 in tighing the Indians. There are 600 of these claims now on file in the treas ury department, but it is not believed that more than fifty are affected by the decision of the attorney-general. 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 my text means 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 the religion of Jesus Christ short commons. We thought there was better pasturage somewhere else. We thought if we could only lie down on the banks of distant streams or under great oaks on the other side of some hill we might be better fed. We wanted other pasturage than that which God through Jesus Christ gave our soul, and we wandered on and we wan dered on, and we were lost. We wanted bread and we found garbage. The further we wandered, instead of finding rich pas turage, we found blasted heath and sharp er rocks and more stinging nettles. No pasture. How was it in the worldly groups when you lost your child? Did they come around and console you very much? Did not the plain Christian man who came into your house and sat up with yonr darling child give you more comfort than all worldly associations? Did all the convivial songs you ever heard comfort you in that day of bereavement so much as the song they sang to you, perhaps the very song that was sung by your little child the last Sabbath afternoon of her life? Thero is a happy land, far, far away. Where saints immortal reign, bright, bright as day. Did your business associates in that day of darkness and trouble give you any espe cial condolence? Business exasperated you, business wore you out, business left you limp as a rag, business made you mad. You got dollars, but you got no peace. God have merci’ on the man who lias noth ing but business to comfort him. The world afforded you no luxuriant pastur age. A famous English actor stood on the stage impersonating, and thunders of ap plause came down from the galleries, and many thought it was the proudest moment of all his life; but there was a man asleep just in front of him, and the fact that that man was indifferent and somnolent spoiled all the occasion for him, aud he cried, "Wake up! wake up!” So one little annoyance in life has been more pervading to your mind than all the brilliant congratulations and successes.' Poor pasturage for your soul you found iu this world. The world has cheated you,1 the world has belied you, the world has j misinterpreted you, the world has perse-1 cuted you. It never comforted you. Oh! this world is a good rack from which a j horse may pick his hay; it is a good trough' from which the swine may crunch their mess; but it gives but little food to a soul blood bought and immortal. What is a soul? It is a hope high as the throne of God. What is a man? You say, “It is only a man.” It is only a man gone overboard in business life. What is a man? The battle ground of three worlds, with his hands taking hold of destinies of light or darkness. Aman! No line can measure him. No limit can bound him. The arch angel before tho throne cannot outlive him. The stars shall die, but he will watch their extinguishment. The world will burn, but he will gaze on the conflagra tion. Endless ages will march on; he will watch the procession. A man! The mas terpiece of God Almighty. Yet you say, "It is only a man.” Can a nature like that be fed on husks of the wilderness? Substantial comfort «’ill not grow On nature’s barren soil; Ail wo can boast till Christ we know Is vanity and toil. THOSE WHO STRAY IS TROUBLE. Some of you got astray by liking for better pasturage; others by being scared of the dogs. Tho hound gets over into the pasture field. The poor things fly in every direction. Ill a few moments they are torn of the hedges aud they are plashed of the ditch, and the lost sheep never gets home unless the farmer goes after it. There is nothing so thoroughly lost as a lost sheep. It may have been in 1S57, during the finan cial panic, or during the financial stress in the fall of 1873, when you got astray. You almost became an atheist. You said, “Where is God, that honest men go down and thieves prosper?” You were dogged of creditors, you were dogged of the banks, you were dogged of worldly disaster, and some of you went into misanthropy, and some of you took to strong drink, and oth ers of yon fled out of Christian association, and you got astray. O man! that was the last time when you ought to have forsaken God. Standing amid the foundering of you> earthly fortunes, how could you get along without a God to comfort you, and a God to deliver you, and a God to help you, and a God.to save you? You tell me you have been’ through enough business trouble al- I most to kill you. I know it. I cannot un- J derstand how the boat could live ono hour ! in that chopped sea. But I do not know | by what process you got astray; some in ; one way, and some in another, and if you j could really see the position some of you ’ occupy before God this morning, your soul I would burst into an agony ot tears and | CHRIST f 0MES TO TOE FALLEN. “Oh,” says some man, “that is not gener ous, that is not fair; let every man carry his own burden and pay his own debts.” That sounds reasonable. If I have an ob ligation and I have the means to meet it, and I come to you and ask you to settle that obligation, you rightly say, “Pay your own debts.” If you and I walking down the street, both hale, hearty and well, I ask yon to carry me, you say, and say rightly, “Walk on your own feet!” But suppose you and I were in a regiment and I was wounded in the battle and I fell uncon scious at your feet with gunshot 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 tako him to the hospital,” and I would be a dead lift in your arms, and you would lift me from the ground where I had fallen and put me in the ambulance and take me to the hos pital and have all kindness shown me. Would there be anything mean in your do ing that? Would there be anything be- meaning in my accepting that kindness! Ob, no. You would lie mean not to do it. That is wbat Christ does. If we could pay our debts then it would be better to go up and pay them, saying, “Here, Lord, here is my obligation; here are the means with which I mean to settle that obligation; now give me a receipt; cross it all out.” The debt is paid. But the fact is we have fallen in the battle, we have gone down under the hot fire of otu transgressions, we havo been wounded by the sabers of sin, we are helpless, we are undone. Chist comes. The loud clang heard in the sky on that Christmas night was only the bell, tho resounding bell, of the ambulance. Clear the way for the Son of God. ne comes down to bind np the wounds, and to scatter the darkness, and to save the lost. Clear the way for the Son of God. Christ comes down to see us, and we are a dead lift. He does not lift us with the tips of his fingers. He does not lift us with one arm. Ho comes down upon his knee, and then with a dead lift he raises us to honor and glory and immortality. “The Lord hath laid on him tho iniquity of us all.” Why, then, will no man carry his sins? You cannot 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 you carryall the sins of your lifetime! Christ comes and looks down in your face and says: “I have come through all the lacerations of these days and through all tho tempests of these nights. I have come to bear your burdens, and to pardon your sins, and to pay your debts. Pnt them on my shoulder; put them on my heart.” “On him the Lord hath laid the iniquity of us all.” NO REST FOR THE WICKED. Sin has almost pestered the life out of some of you. At times it lias made you cross and unreasonable, and it has spoiled the brightness of your days and tho peace of your nights. There are men who have been riddled of sin. Tho world gives them no solace. Gossamer and volatile the world, while eternity, as they look forward to it, is black as midnight. They writho under the stings of a conscience which proposes to give no rest here and no rest hereafter; and yet they do not repent, they de not pray, they do not weep. They do not real izothat just the position they occupy is the position occupied by scores, hundreds and thousands of men who never found any hope. If this meeting should be thrown open and the people who are here could _ give their testimony, what thrilling experiences we should hear on all sides! There is a man iu the gallery who would say: “I had brilliant surroundings, I had the best edu cation that ono of the liest collegiate insti tutions of this country could gfve, and I observed all the moralities of life, and I was self righteous, and I thought I was all right before God as I am all right before men; but the Holy Spirit came to me one day and said, ‘You are a sinner;’ the Holy Spirit persuaded me of the fact. While 1 had escaped the sins against the law of the land I hail really committed the worst sin a man ever commits—the driving back of the Son of God from my heart’s affections. And I saw that my hands were red with the blood of the Sou of God, and I began to pray, and peace came to my lieart, and 1 know by experience that what you say this morning is true, ‘On him the Lord hath laid the iniquity of us all.’ ” Yonder is a man who would sxy: “I was the worst drunkard in New York; I went from bad to worse; I destroyed myself, I destroyed my home; my children cowered when I entered the house; when they put up their lips to be kissed I struck them; when my wife protested against the mal treatment, I kicked her into the street. I know all the bruises and all the terrors of a drunkard’s woe. I went on fnrther and further from God until one day I got a let ter saying: “Mr D ear II usbasd -1 have tried every way, done everything, and prayed earnestly and fervently for your reformation, 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 has been one of sorrow. Many of the nights I havo sat by the window, with my face bathed in tears, watching for your coming. I am broken hearted, I am sick. Mother and father bar« been here frequently and begged mo to come home, but my love for you and my hope for brighter days have always made me refuse them. That hope Bccms now beyond realiza tion, and I havo returned to them. It is bard, and I battled long before doing it. May God bless and prese rvo you, and take from you that accursed appetite and hasten the day when wo shall be again living happily together. This will be my daily prayer, knowing that he has said, ‘Conic unto me all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I v.ill give you rest.’ From your loving wife, Manx. "And so I wandered on and wandered on,” says that man, “until one night I passed a Methodist meeting house, and I said to myself, ‘I’ll go in and see what they are doing,’ and I got to the door, and they were singing: mercy on me. My home is restored, my As a general rule our people do not wife sings all day long dusing work, my children come out a lnn<«^ax- to greet me look favorably upon schemes for trans home, and my household is a little heaven., porting foreign communities in bulk to I will tell you what did all this for me. It this country, but tlie idea of bringing was the truth that this day you proclaim, ‘On him the Lord had laid tho iniquity of the Icelanders to Alaska is of a differ ent character from most of these plans. ns all.”’ THE DRUNKARD AND THE OUTCAST. 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 aud 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 yon. 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 him the iniquity of us all.’ ” There is a young man who would say: “I had a Christian bringing up; I came from the country to city life; I started well; I had a good position, a good com mercial position, but ono night at the the ater I met some young men who did me no good. They dragged me all through the sewers of iniquity, and I lost my morals and I lost my position, and I was shabby and wretche^f I was going down the street, thinking that no one cared for me, when a young man tapped me on the shoulder and said, ‘George, come with me and I will do you good.’ I looked at him to see whether he was joking or not. I saw he was in earnest and I said, ‘What do you mean, sir?’ ‘Well,’ he replied, ‘I mean il you will come to the meeting tonight I will be very glad to introduce you. I will meet you at the door. Will you come?’ Said 1, ‘I will.’ “I went to the place where I was tarry ing. I fixed myself up as well as I could. I buttoned my coat over a ragged vest and went to the door of the church, and the young man met me and we went in; and as I went in I heard an old man praying, and he looked so much liko my father I sobbed right out; and they were all around so kind and sympathetic that I just gave my heart to God, and I know this morning that what you say is true; I believe it io my own experience. ‘On him the Lord hath laid the iniquity of us all.’ ” Ob, my brother, without stopping to look as to whether your hand trembles or not, without stopping to look whether your baud is bloated with sin or not, put it in my hand, let me give you one warm, brotherly, Christian grip, and invite you right up to tho heart, to the compassion, to the sympathy, to the pardon of him on whom the Lord had laid the iniquity of us all. Throw away your sins. Carry them, no longer. I proclaim emancipation this morning to all who are bound, pardon fot all sin, and eternal life for all the dead. Some one comes here this morning, and I stand aside. He comes up these steps. He comes to this place. I must stand aside. Taking that place he spreads abroad his hands, find they were nailed. You see his feet, they were bruised. lie pulls aside the robe and shows you his wounded heart. I say, “Art thou weary?” “Yes,” he says, “weary with the world’s woe.” I say, “Whence comest thou?” He says, “I come from Calvary.” I say, “Who comes with thee?” He says, “No one; I have trodden the winepress alone!” I say, “Why comest thou here?” “Oh,” he says, “I came here to carry all tho sins and sorrows of the people.” And he kneels and 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 Son of God. I say, “Canst thou bear any more, O Christ?” He says, “Yea, more.” And I gather up tho sins of all those who serve at these altars, the officers of the Church of Jesus Christ—I gather up all their sins and put them on Christ’s shoul ders, and I say, “Canst thou bear any more?” He says, “Yea, more.” Then I gather up all the sins of a hundred people in this house, and I put them on the shoul ders of Christ, and I say, “Canst thou bear more?” He says, “Yea, more.” And 1 gather up all the sins of this assembly, aud I put them on the shoulders of tho Son of God and I say, “Canst thou bear them?” “Yea,” he says, “more!” nE HATH BORNE OUIi TRANSGRESSIONS. But 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 abysm, and you hear the long re verberating echo of their fall. “On him tho Lord hath laid the iniquity ot us all. ” Will you let him take away your sins to day? Or do you say, “I will take charge of them myself; I will fight my own bat tles; I will risk eternity on my own ac count?” A clergyman said in his pulpit one Sabbath, “Before next Saturday night one of this audience will have passed out of life.” A gentleman said to another seated next to him: “I don’t believe it. I mean to watch, aud it 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 your self.” “Oh, no,” the other replied; “I shall live to be an old man.” That night he breathed his last. Today the Saviour calls. All may come. God never pushes a man off. God never destroys anybody. The man jumps off. It is suicide—soul suicide—if the man per ishes, for the invitation is, “Whosoever will, let him come.” Whosoever, whoso ever, whosoever! In this day ot merciful visitation, while many are coming into the kingdom of God, join the procession heavenward. Seated among us during a service was a man who came in and said, “I don’t know that there is any God.” That was on Fri day night. I said, “We will kneel down and find out whether there is any God.” And in the second scat from the pulpit we knelt. He said: “I have found 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 lib erty of the Gospel; while another sitting under the gallery on Friday night said, "My opportunity is gone; last week I might have been saved, not now; the door is shut.” And another from the very midst of the meeting, during the week, rushed“ out ot the front door of the Tabernacle, saying, “I am a lost man.” “Behold! the I-ambot God who taketh away the sin of the world.” "Now is the accepted time. Now is the day of salvation.” “It is ap pointed unto all men once to die, and after that—the judgment!” Jenkins Breaks Loose. Mias Fenderson is one of those lovely, nympblike maidens who seem the incarna tion of some poet’s drcam of beauty. She is somewhat above medium height, with a lithe, graceful figure, exquisite in its pro portions, and a bearing of mingled ease and dignity. The clustering locks of her bright, golden brown hair contrast strik ingly with her large, velvety lashes over arched by strongly marked eyebrows. In moments of animation or excitement the pale tea rose tint of her cheeks deepens and flushes like “a rosy dawn,” and her brill iant eyes glow with redoubled luster. Hers is not the beauty of coloring alone, for her features have a cameolike delicacy and regularity.—New Orleans Picayune. Sensible Advice. “What’s a good thing to put money into nowadays, Bronson?” asked the investor. “Beefsteak and pie,” replied the broker. “And I dropped right there where I was and I said, ‘God have mercy,’ and be had —Harper’s Bazar. AU may come, whoever will. This man receives poor sinners still. Tlie people of Iceland arejust the ones to develop such a territory as Alaska, and there are not enough of them to constitute a political danger. They are well educated, moral, and would make the best possible citizens. If fifty thousand of them were settled in Alas ka they 'would cause such a develop ment of the American merchant ma rine on the Pacific as would make our shipyards hum with life. The Danish government is said to have such strong objection to the emigration of the Ice landers that it would positively forbid any attempt to bring them over in mass, but if they want to come it is hard to see how tlie Dani's can stop them. The Macon (Ga.) Telegraph is struck with the change in the manner in which republican papers now discuss tariff as compared with what they said last fall. Says tlie Telegraph: Then their manner was one of bold aggress ion. They were confident and tri umphant. They despise the optxisition to high protection and apparently be lieved it was dying out. Now the manner of these paiiers is that of apology. They are on the defensive. Their plea for protection is that it does not protect, and they labor zealously and presistently to prove that it does not l>y attempts to show that protec tion makes prices lower. They ask the county to believe that tlie men who be sieged the ways and means committee of tlie last congress clamored for pro tection of their goods in order that they might be compelled to sell these goods at lower price. AT COST! FOR 30 DAYS WILL COMMENCE ZIJ SATU DAY. JUNE 6th, AND CONTINUE UNTII T’crziLi’z- etix Selling all Line« of Good« on hand, consisting of DRY AND FANCY COODS, MENS’ AND BOYS’ CLOTHING, BOOTS AND SHOES, HATS, CAPS, LADIES & GENTS FURNISHING GOODS. This it Strictly a CASH SALE. Hr offer the Goffds at Prices that admit of nothing else. EVERYTHING GOES AT COST l’ostniaster-general Wanamaker has fallen into line at last in the matter of civil service reform, after sneering at it all through his last report and fighting it in all the acts of his official career. He has established a Board of Promo tions to examine all candidates for ad vancement in the department. The examinations are to be competitive. Mr. Tracy’s example has had its effect quicker than we had ventured to hope. Now let Secretary Foster extend the re form to tlie Treasury officials and the spoils system will l>e ready to collapse. REMEMBER, 30 DAYS ONLY $ 1.20 10.00 7.00 Carpct Warp, all shades, Mens’ All Wool Suits. . . Hr are overstocked and must unload. The licit Chance ever offered in Yamhill County. Thin is no child's play, but ice mean what we «ay. Stock muit be Reduced by that time. Come early and secure bar gain«. R. JACOBSON WANTED, 20,000 POUNDS OF WOOL A CRITICAL INSPECTION Should lie given my Stock by eve ry one who in need of anything in FOOT WEAR 1 have a complete Stock of all the Latest Styles of THIS SUMMER WEATHER And Sell as Low as the Lowest i i Those Best Shoes and Clothing bought of Apperson. Give me a call, I am confident I can Huit you. Looking will incur no obligation to purchase. Opposition Boot and Shoe Store Look and welcome. WHY WILL YOU Entire stock of Hats and Caps Neck- wear in endless Varieties, Tennis shoes, All single width Broadhead Dress fabrics, Buchings, Full Line of Percaile Shirts. PAY RENT! I Offer You Lands in Large or Small Tracts, or City Lots at Low Prices and Easy Terms u ORCHARD HOMES ” SPECIAL BARGAINS Is just CHEHALEM the place for a Small Farm; only three-fourths In Clothing (20c off regular prices. mile from Railroad station and one and one-half miles from Steamboat landing. PARASOLS, WHITE GOODS, Acre Tracts within One Mile of Court I GOOD Ladies’ and Misses’ Muslin and Jersey I have four lots as fine as can be found in Chand’ Underwear, Embroidered Flouncing in black ler’s addition, Cheap. and white, Tennis flannel and outing cloth. NO EXCUSE FOR YOUR NOT HAVING A HOME ! Co.ll See T_ S hùhtleff . W. T. SHURTLEFF, FROM THE EAST. General Real Estate, Insurance and Loan Broker. Collections Promptly Attended to. A large line of Office Cor. Third and E Sts., DOMESTIC GOODS Which we bought exceedingly low. We propose to give our customers the benefit of this purchase. McMinnville, Oregon FRANK BROTHERS COMPANY Headquarters for all kinds of A FARM MACHINERY!. Call and see our Stock and Gel Prices Before Buying Elsewhere. Wright Block; McMinnville, Oregon.