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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.