REV. DR. TALMACE
The Eminent Brooklyn Divina's Sun-
day Sermon.
Subjeet: “The Snivitnnl Confliets of Life"
Trxr: “And Jacob was l:ft alone, and
there wrestled a man with him until the reak-
ing of the day. And when he saw that he pres
vailed not against him he touched the hol.
thigh was oul of joint as he wrestled woith him,
And he said, Lot me go, for the day breaketh,
And he said, Iwill not lot thee gn excep! thow
bless me, "Genesis xxxil., 24-26,
The dust arose from a traveling herd of
eattle and sheep and goats and camels,
They are the present that Jacob sends to gain
the good will of his offended brother, That
night Jacob balls by the brook Jabbok, But
there is no rest for the weary man, no shining
ladder to let the angels down into his dream,
but a flerce combat, that lasts until the morn-
ing, with an unknown visitor. They each
try to throw the other, Tho unknown visit-
or, to reveal his superior power, by a touch
wrenches Jacob's thigh bone from its socket,
perhaps maiming him for lite, As on the
morning sky the clusters of purple cloud be-
gin to tipan Jacob sews it is an angel with
whom he has been contending, and not one
ot his brother's coadjutors, “Lest me go,"
cries the angel, lifting himsel! up into in-
creasing light, “The day breaketh I"
You see, in the first place, that Gol allows
good people sometimes to get into a terrible
struggle, Jacob wns a wool man, but here
he is loft alone in the midnight te wrestle
with a tremendous influsncs by the brook
Jabbok, For Joseph, a pit; for Daniel, a
wild beast den , for David, dethronement and
exile; for John the Baptist, a wilderness
diet and the executioners nx, for Peter, a
prison ; for Paul, shipwrook ; for John, dese
ate Patmos; for Vashti, most insulting
orusity ; for Josephine, banishment ; for Mrs,
ated mob ;
drowning surges of the sea; for Mr. Burns,
the buffeting of the Montreal popaiacs ; for
John Brown, of Edinburgh, the pistol shot
of Lord Claverbouse ;
scaffold ; for Latimer, the stake: for Christ,
the cross, For whom the rocks, the gibbets,
the guillotines, the thumbser«ws? Fe
sons and daughters of the Lord
mighty,
former, ‘‘The worid is against you.” “Then,”
he replied, *‘I am against the world.”
God
tian has bis struggle. This man had
combat in Wall street; this one on Broad
street ; this one on Fulton street ; this one on
Chestnut street ; this one on State straet .
this one on Lombard street ; this oae on the
bourse. With flaancial misfortuna you have
had the midnight wrestle, Redhot disasters
have dropped into your store from loit te
<eliar. What you bought vou coald not sali,
Whom you trusted flad, 7
pected would not come. Bome gient panie,
with long arms and grip like death, took
hold of you in an awful wrestla from which
you have not yet ssc pad, anl it is uoeer-
tain whether it will throw you or yoa will
throw it,
Here is another soul in straggle with soma
bad appetite, He knew not how steaithily
it was growing upon him, One hour he
woke up. He std, “For the sake of my
soul, of my family, and of my childran, and
of my God, I must stop this!” And, benold,
he found himself alone by the brook J
ok, and ft was midnight, That evil
te soizad upon him, and he seize
ud, oh, the horror of the conflic
ones a bad habit has aroussd itself up to de-
stroy a man and the man has swora that, by
the aelp ofl the eternal Gol, ne will destroy
it, all heaven draws itseif out ina long line
ol light to from nvove, ani hell
stretones itsell in myrmidons of spite to jook
up from beneath. [ have seen men rally
themselves for such a struggle, and they
have bitten their and cliuched their
fists and cried, biood red earnest
ness and a rain scalding tears, “God
help me [™
From a wrestle with habit I have seen mea
fall back defeated. Calling for no heip, but
relying on their own resolutions, they nave
come into the strageie, aad for a time it
seemed as if they were getting the
hand of their habit, bat that habit raftied
Again its infernal power and liftel a soul
from its standing, and with a fores borrowad
th
Seven io
100%
ips
with a
of
First I saw the aactioneer's malist fall
rich upholstery of his family pacior,
awliiile 1 saw biog fall into the ditah,
in the miduizht, whea the children wees
tian households are silent with slumber, ans
shriek that
poniar i,
#ition ; he fell from a family circle of whieh
followed the stab of
had been consecrated; he
termination than that.
I have seen men prepare themsalvas for
such a wrestling,
tions, came out strong anal defiant, Vasy
clincasd, Toers wore the writhines aad
distortions of a fearfal struggle,
oid ziant began to waver, and, at last, inthe
midnigat aloas, with none but God te wit.
news, by the brook Jabbtok, the giant fell
and the triumphant wrestior broks the dary
hess With the ery, “‘Inanks be unto Goi
who giveth us the victory throush oar Los
Jesus Christ.” Theres is a widow's heart
that first was desolated by bersavement nnd
since by the anxieties nnd trials that cams
in the sdpport of a family,
Itia a sad thing to see a man eontendine
for a livelihood under disadvantages, hat to
sea a delieato woman, with helpless littla
ones at her back, fighting the giants of pov.
erty and sorrow, is most affecting, It was a
humble home, and passsrsiiy knew not thet
within those four walle wern displays of
courags more admirable than thoss of Hen
nibal crossing the Alps, or the pass of Toer-
mopyis or Balaklava, whees “into the jaws
of death rode the six handel,”
Thess heroes had the whole world ta sheer
them on, but thers were none to appiagd the
struzgie in the humble home. She (ong for
bread, for clothing, for fire, for shelter, with
aching head, and weak side, nnd exhansted
streneth, through the long aight by the brook
Jabbok. Could it be that nons woald give
her help? Had God forgotten to be graelous?
No, contending soul! The midnight air ix
full of wings coming to the rescus, She
hears it now in the soagh of the nicht Find,
in the ripple of the brook Jabbok «ths proms
ise made so long ago ringing down the sky,
“Thy fatherles« children, I will rye
them alive, and lot thy widows trust in fa!"
Some one sald (0 a very poor womnn,
“How ia it that in such distress you k
cheerful?” She sald . “I doit by what I eall
cross prayers When I had my rent to pay
and nothing to pay it with, and bread to np
and nothing to buy it with, I used to sit down
and ery. Dut now I do not get diseournged,
II go along the street, whea [ some to a
corner 3 tha street 1 say, ‘The Lord help
ma® Tthen go on until I coma to another
crowing of the street, and again I say, ‘The
Lord help ma” And so [utter n prayer at
oyery crossing, and sinoe I have got into the
habit of saying thess ‘eross prayers’ [ have
been able to keep up my eouenge,"
Leonrn again from this subject that in
sometimes are surprise | to fin | out They what
they have hean straggling with in the dark
ness is really an “angel o o
foun1 in the morning that this steance pore
BONALS WAS not an saemy, but a God
ig messengsr to promive rosperity foe
m and for his ebiidren, 80 maay a
mag, ut the close of his trial, found unt
that ho hos been trying to throw down his
own blessing, If you aren
will go back in your
grandest things
you have basn your trials,
seourging, Impeisonument
and shipwreck
could have ma
a Paunl what ho was,
ing prepaesd to becom the swast singer of
Iscacl, The pit ani the dungeon were the
beat gchools at wile Joseph wyar graduate 1,
The hurriowne that upset the teat aad kilisd
Job's children peop arad the man of Uz to
write the magnificent posm that has ns.
toundnd the ages, Taors 8 no way to get
thes waeat out of thn steaw but to thrash it
Lustre 18 no way to pacify the gol but to
buen it, Loox at tha, people wio have had
their own way,
ed, useloss and uniappy. I you want to flad
cheoariul folks, go among thoss who hays |
besa partfiet by the fire, After Dowini had
ren fered “William Tail” the five huadesdth
time a company of musicians came under hia
window in Paris an 1 serena lel him. They
ut upon his brow a golden erown of laurel
py But amid all the applause and en.
thusinsm Dossini tarnasd to ua frien | and sald,
Of would give all this brilliant sesne for
few days of youll and love,” Contrast the
muiancaoly feeling of Rossini, who had
everything this world could give him, to tha
Joyful experienos of Issue Watts, whos mig.
fortunes wore innumerspls, waea ho says
Toe hili of Zioa yielis
Ataoties ds ore l swasty
Ee ure we reseh ¢ 1a hoavenly flel 1s
Ur walk ths goden stress,
Then let sur songs Aboun {
ADS gary Lar oo ury
Wao are marvaing taryu th Immanue’'s ground
To fslrer worid« oa bi ¢
It is prosperity that kills aad trouble that
saves, Whoie the Israelites were on ths
march, amid great privations and hardships,
they behaved well, After awhile they prayed
for meal, and the sky darkensad with a great
flock of quatis, and these quails fell In large
multitudes all about them, nad the [sruslites
ate and ate and stufled themselves until
they died. Oh, my friends, it is not hard.
ship or trial or starvation that injures the
soul, but abundant supply. It i8 not the
vulture of trouble that eats up the Christian's
life ; it is the quails, it is the quails! You
will yet [ind out that your midalght wrestle
by ths brook Jabbok is with the angel of
God, come down to bless and save,
Learn again that while our wrestling
with trouble may be triumphant we must ex-
pect that it will leave ils roark upon us.
Jacob prevailed, but the angel touched him,
and hw thigh bons sprang from its socket,
aud the good man went limping on his way,
Wo niust carry throu ta “this world the mack
of the combat, What
ture wrinkles in ¥
your hair bafors it wa
pow ® thoes prema.
ur face? What whitened
* frost? What
the hilarity of
your bhous+hold
of trouble hath
Hmping on your w
wands the angel
02 that you vp
[ou nowd not be sues
re pred throws
they ones did.
with those
WNT despon feney,
rie wn i
we who
as
Do not be out
of 1}
patienen woo
may triamp oy
i “ir oma
Arn JL th wa
mova, ass Gut
Fd Oan, une
of the hrieht
! Can we sien sn.
rardens of ora
Will Jesus, who went Him
with us il wp pour o
into the grav=s that onen to swallow down
what we loys test? Was Lazaras mors deny
to Him than our belovel ded to us? X
Wo have a richt to weep, Our tears mus
come, You shall not derive them bask #a
seald the heart, Thor fall into Gol's bottle,
0 peek 2
nn i woe earthly
ye]
Haeht unpre
Hr tenrd
becanse they conld
want, the
tears
not weep, Than
mystariogs reldiel Tw to td in
Under this eeatie rain
put forth
the
flownra of
their bloom, :
witherad, parchad, ali
wrings its hands and
bites its nails ths quick, but eanno®
weep! Wa may have foun | the comfort
the cross, and vot ever alter show that in the
dark nigot and by the brook Jabtok we wees
trouble tonshed,
Again, we may take the Liey of the
and nonounecs the approa awa.
No one was evar mors giad to ses the moe
in? than was Jacob alter that night of str.
gle, It 8 appropriate for philanthe pista
and Christians to ory out with this aseel
the text, “The Gay breaketh. ' The world's
prospects are brightening, eanreh ol
Christ ia rising up in its strength to go forth
“Inir as the moon, clear as the sun and terri
Gol pity that
ronsuRinT grief
grin is ite 1 and
.
dry,
thar
unto
uf
fee
51 of the day
of
The
Clap your hands, all
breaketh, The bigotries of the earth are
perishing. Tho time was when we were
told that if we wantod to get to hsaven wo
must be immerse] or spriakled, or wo must
beilove in the persaveranca of the saints, or
in falling away from grace, ora litarzy or
no ltargy, or they mast ba Calvinists or
Arminians in order to reach heaven, We
have all come to cone gow that those ars
noassarntinie ia religion,
During my vacation one summer I was ia
a Presbyterian andience, and it was Sacra
mental day, and with geateful heart [ re.
eoived the Holy Communion, Oa the nest
ye people, tha day
at a love feast, On the following Sdath I
was in an Episcopal church and knelt at the
alter and reesivad the consscrate! bread, |
do not kacw which service | enjoyed the
“f belive in the roonmuaion of saints
the ills overidsting.™ ‘I'he day
breaketh,™
As 1 look upon this audience I see many
who have passed through waves of trouble
their girdle, Ia
tiem. You shail not go away saddens an
broken-hearted. Gol will lift your burden,
Gol will bring your dead fo life. God will
stanch the heart's biesding. I know He will,
Like as a father pities his ehildesa, 50 the
Lord pities you. The pains of earth will
end, The tomb will bursl Tae dead will
rise, The morning star treomles on nn brigot-
ening sky. The gates of the east begin to
swing open. Ths day breaketh,
Luther and Melanchthon were talking tos
gether gloomily about the prospects of the
church, They could soe no hopes of deliver.
ance, Alter awnile Lather got up and said
to Melanchthon : “Come, Philipp, lot ue sin ¢
the jorty-sixth pealm of David, ‘God is our
rafuge nnd streagth, n very plensant help in
trouble, Taersore will not wo fear, thougn
the varth be removed and though ths moans
tains be carried into the midst of the sea; ©
though the waters thereof roar and be trou. |
bled ; though the mountains siake with
ths swelling thereof, Selah,'"
Death to many, aay 10 all, is a struggle
and a wrestle, Wao have many friends that
it will bo hard to leavs, 1 care not how
bright our intars hopeis, It 18 a bitter
thing to look upon this fae world and know
that we shall never again see its blossoming
spring, its falling frais, fits sparkling
streams and to say farewell to those with
whom wo played in ehildbood or coungsind
in manhood, In that night, like Jucol, we
may have to wrestle, bat God will not leave
us unbliessad, It shall not betold in heaven
that a dying soul cried unto God for help,
but was not deliversd, Tue lattice may be
turned to keep out the sua, or a book set to
dim the ligut of the milnight taper, or the
om may be flied with the ories of orphans
age nad widowhood, or the church of Christ
may mourn over ote going, but if Jesas enti
all is well, The strong wrestling vy the
brook will conse ; the hour of death's night
will pass along—1 o’clovk in the morning , 4
ocloek in the morning; 4 o'cloek In tas
morning, The day breaketh,
Bo I would have it when I dis, 1am inno
ge ngninst this world, Tas only Jauit
have to find with the world is that it (roats
me too weil, bat when the time comes 10 go
trust to tw ready, my worldly affairs all
sottiod, ICI have wronged others, I want
then to be sure of their forgivenness, In
that Inst wrestling, my arm enfesbled with
sickness and my head faint, [ want Jesus poe
sido me, If there be hands on this side of
the flood siestohed out to hold me bok, I
want the ueavenly hands stretohed out to
draw me lorward, Then, O Jesus, help me
on and help me up. Un , un -
ng, I step night ont into tno ad
axoiaits |
may
be able to Juek pack to my
Hlet lat Yoo
nas oh Wg G04 In po gon Ful ey
friends wio would detain me
FOR THE YOUNG FOLKS.
LITTLE DROPS OF WATER.
Who has not heard of ‘Little drops
of water, little grains of sund? It
is repeated in every nursery, sung
beside evory cradle, is on the lips of
millions of school children, and is us
familiar as the Twenty-third Psalm
and as popular as ‘Robinson Crusoe.’
How many score of
it written? In the
[linais Woman's
yenrs
library
ago
of
wis
the
seen, in a neat panel, the
suitably illustrated :
Little drops of water,
Little grains of sand,
Make the mighty ocean,
And the pleasant land.
words,
So our little moments
Humble though they be,
Make the mighty ages
Of Eternity.
Bo our little errors
Lead the soul away
From the path of duty
Far in gin to stray.
Little deeds of kindness,
Little words of love,
Help to make earth happy,
Like the heaven above.
These
written by an
H i
have been so
#yweet sin
{lin i
! "or
ong 1
f
i
have
people may {
written several generatio
author is Mrs. Ju
!
Lines were sent
the
New
Woman's Board by
Columbia Club. —
Yer.
small
time 31
be drawn
im rapid
whiter su ar
Nometimnes ere 8 800
of Sap that th ¥ Have to
in order to prevent
wasting. This
stigaring for th
delight is to
roast
meat over the coals
the pan. Iti
flames shoot up and
Ir ry of the wood
I
boil
potatoes in
& a fine sight to see the
{
per’s Young People,
CHIPMUNK HUNTING,
was the chipmunk huant writes
Charles Alexander Eastman
Indian, in his rem
hood. We killed
13d
15d
these animals at
to hunt them was
the season.
another all about the
son for the chipmunk expedition.
We generally went in groups of six
to a dozen or fifteen, to see which
would get the most. On the evening
before we selected several boys who
could imitate the chipmunk call with
wild-ont straws, and each of these
provided himself with a supply of
straws. The crust will hold the boys
nicely at this time of the year.
Bright and early they all come to-
gether at a certain appointed place,
from whieh each group starts out in
a different direction, agreeing to
meet somewhere at a certain position
of the sun.
My first experience of this kind is
still well remembered. It was a fine
crisp March morning. and the sun
had not yet shown itsell among the
distant treetops, as we hurried alon
through the woods until we arriv
at a place where there were many
signs of the animal. Then each of
us selected a tree, and took up his
position behind it. The chipmunk
caller sat upon a log as motionless as
to call. Soon
we heurd the patter of little feet on
the hard snow; then we saw the chip-
munks apptorching from all direc.
tions. Some stopped and ran up a
direétion of the enll; others chased
one another about.
In a few minutes the chipmunk
cnller was besieged by them. Some
run all over his person, others under
him, and still others ran up the tree
against which he was sitting. Each
boy remained immovable until their
lender gave the signal, then a shout
arose, and the chipmunks in thelr
flight all ran up different trees.
Now the shooting-mateh began,
The little creatures seemed to realize
their hopeless position; they would
endeavor to come down the trees and
youthful hunters. But they were
shot down very fast; and whenever
several of them rushed
1zeed the
them aenin!
always against
that the
up
tree, HO Hrrow A
« other
shot {
he
cleared
awny all
heipless, and
would
who had
he
another, a tree,
there yetition.,
Sometimes
was warn Com
a des) erate cl
top of the tree
Wis
sidered a joke on the boy from
tree it had escaped,
for the brave little
all were killed or gone
went another
lth
y
bf § |
Ww
il
and
01
STATISTICS FOR THE COOK.
How Lona Things Should Be Baked,
Fried and Boiled.
4
elery
‘hickens
ams, 3 i
wr pound.
‘oddfish, 6
boiled
hard
Fowls. 2to 3
Haddox, 6 minutes
Halibut, cubical,
hours,
per pound,
15 minutes per
7113
ai
H 3 hours
Hominy, 1 to 2 lu
Lamb. 1 hour.
Macaroni, 20 to 30 minutes,
Oatmeal, 1 to 2 hours,
Onions, 30 to 45 minutes.
Oysters, 3 minutes,
Oyster plants, 830 to 60 minutes,
Parsaips. 30 to 45 minutes,
Peas, 10 to 20 minutes.
Potatoes, 20 to 30 minutes,
Rice, 15 to 20 minutes,
Salmon,
pound.
Small fish, 6 minutes per pound.
Smoked tongue, 3 to 4 hours.
Squash, 20 to 30 minutes,
Sweetbreads, 20 to 30 minutes.
Tomatoes, 15 to 20 minutes,
Turkey, 2 to 8 hours,
Turnips, 30 to 4) minutes.
Veal, 2 to 8 hours,
Wheat, 1 to 2 hours,
BROILING,
Chickens, 20 minutes,
Chops, 8 minutes,
Steak, 4 to 8 minutes,
Fish, 5 to 15 minutes.
FRYING.
Bacon, 8 to J minutes.
Breaded chops, 4 to 6 minutes.
Croquettes, 4 minutes,
Doughnuts, 8 to 5 minutes.
Fish balls, 1 minute.
Fritters, 8 to 5 minutes,
Muffins, 8 to J minutes.
Small fish, 1 to 8 minutes,
Smelts, 1 minute.
Irs
Joux Hingmax, of Memphis, Tenn. ,
lost his power of speech several years
ago as a result of fever. He dreamed
one night recently that he could
talk, and when he woke in the morn.
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JESTS AND YARNS BY FUNNY
MEN OF THE PRESS.
Not So Wonderful After All--Absent
Mindedness--Out of Season--A
Danger Removed-~-Ete., Eto.
NOT BO WONDERFUL AFTER ALL.
Howson Lott—Talk of horses! A
bieyele is the thing, Why, I've rid-
den one for two years and it hasn't
cost me a cent, even for repairs.
Lon Mower
make)—-Whaose,
Howson Lott—Well, to tell the
truth, brother-in-law’ g, —
its my
ABSENT MINDEDNERS,
‘a el :
clerk of a millionaire
loved by his
or
was the
And
Wis boss's
i11evln dt
iid
un
i
raved ing
i {
ne coulda ts
And did all
i they'd
’
the civil courts
He felt his heart grow bigger
of noughts
But forgot to put in a ficurs,
-{ Raymond's Mon
OUT OF
SEASON.
She—Who's that fello
the room’
1
aim any attention
y 1 saw him
Uncle George—Are
guessing?
Little Dick.~Yes
2 fr 3
IANS, ee ypu]
THE POLITE
EDITOR.
Poet——1 have here, sir, a poem
which 1 wish to have printed in your
Editor (looking it over}—We can’t
Would
later
print it to-day or to-morrow.
it suit you as well at
date?
Poet
some
(gratefully )==Oh ! time
Use
any
Editor—~Very well. We'll try to
1904. | Detroit Free Press.
THE INDIAN QUESTION,
A
Bobbie—Didn’t vou say yesterday
that it was wrong to strike another?
Bobbie's Father—Yes, Bobbie,
Bobbie-=Well, I wish you'd tell
my teacher so, — New York World.
CULPRIT,
FROM AXOTHER BTANDPOINT.
Mr.
told
dozen men
OWT WAS B
Browne—Half
that my new
i
mao
bit of admiration for it.
Browne—But I have to pay your
dressmaker, my dear.—{ Raymond's
Monthly.
AFTER A
TIP.
Waiter—I think you've forgotten
something, sir
(hurrying away )--Well, yon
my good man. Ray-
(ri10st
can have it
3
Y frit
BAG
ITLY DEL
Customer—Is the proprietorin?
Wa ®ir.
Customer—Take
frp OR
'
this
back
steak
imp on it
to wait a lit
two other
him to
Waiter—You'll have
I'l “re are
yr
A LIVING.
Bouttown-—Thix is » first night
of a new play. I see.
Manage re Yes,
go in and be one of
Bouttown—1'11 ¢
3 ; 2 i £
the audience for a dollar, — fe.
MERELY
he Girl—Have you
the Night?’
(irl-~No.
EIDE Pee
T
re
lives,
give a good
it Free Press,
would
11, =i Det r
ALED.
of woman from
th centuries
nyiable,
Middle Age
knew it, —
was particularly une
May—Yes:
and evi
they were
|!
!
ladies,
{Truth.
ry yl y
EXCHANGE OF CONFIDENCE.
Maude~—I'm engaged to four men.
Eleanor—Yes, three of them told
me about it when they proposed to
me. Chicago Record.
XO IMPROVEMENT.
Mr. Porkingham—You pay Mary's
new singing teacher twice as much as
you did the other one, don’t you?
Mrs, Porkingham- Yes: he's the
most celebrated teacher in the city.
Mr. Porkingham (in disgust)—Well,
he's a beat! Mary don’t sing a bit
louder now than she did when that
cheap man was learning her.—
{ Puck.
A SUPERFLUITY.
“May I offer you my arm, Miss
Injun havin’ his rights.
too.
rights,
ed.’
“That's what I say, pertickerlarly
if he has any good ridin’ ponies, —
[Texas Siftings.
THE RETORT DIRCOURTEOUS,
Mrs. Smarte~<Oh,
make any excuses,
like a book.
Mr. Smarte—<Precisely. When you
read a book, you skip all the noble,
Soulinap ring passages and read only
the trash.—{ Boston Transcript.
THEIR TASTER DIFFERED,
Mr. Smythe (of Boston, across the
table)=Which do you prefer, Lamb
or Bacon? My own tastes regarding
them are very mixed.
Miss Jones (of Chicago)—Oh, 1
reckon I like bacon a little the best,
(Aside to the waiter)~—And put some
liver in the pan with it.—{Trath,
AFTER THE HONEYMOON.
He (angrily)=-You are the biggest
fool 1 ever saw.
Sho—Hnsgh, dear; you are
ting yourself.~[ Raymond's Monthly.
vou needn't
I can read you
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** Thanks—I've got two
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of my
KEW ARITHMETIC.
‘Can you lend me $50"
“I was just going to ask you for
ten.”
“Oh, all right!
owe me forty.”
———— ————— SO —
Diminutive Bride and Groom.
A special dispatch announces the
marriage of Maurice Bear of this city
to Miss Bertha Levy of Birmingham,
Ala. The nuptial kno was tied at
the home of the bride, .in the presence
of many relatives and intimate
friends. The union is rather a no-
table one on acconnt of the diminu
tive size of the contracting parties.
The clever groom, who has a wide ace
quaintance in this city, is less than
four feet in height, and his blushing
bride is no taller. The groom, despite
his stature, has made rapid strides in.
business, and for the past fow
he has been a familiar figure on
street,
bride is a most Charting
Then you only
The ;
young woman, and she
quite a factor in the Hebrew