ONLY ONE JUDGMENT.

REV. DR. TALMAGE DISCUSSES A CHI-

MERICAL EXPECTATION.

He Says There Is No Reversal of Judgment In the Next World--The Verdict Is Based Upon Our Earthly Lives--The Final Chance.

BROOKLYN, June 17.--Rev. Dr. Talmage, who is now on his round the world journey, has selected as the subject for his sermon through the press today "Another Chance," the text being taken from Ecclesiastes xi, 3, "If the tree fall toward the south or toward the north, in the place where the free fall-

eth there it shall be."

There is a hovering hope in the minds of a vast multitude that there will be an opportunity in the next world to correct the mistakes of this; that if we do make complete shipwreck of our earthly life it will be on a shore, up which we may walk to a palace; that, as a defendant may lose his case in the

circuit court and carry it up to the su-

preme court or court of chancery and get a reversal of judgment in his behalf, all the costs being thrown over on the other party, so, if we fail in the earthly trial, we may in the higher jurisdiction of eternity have the judgment of the lower court set aside, all the costs remitted, and we may be victorious defendants forever. My object in this sermon is to show that common sense as well as my text declares that such an

expectation is chimerical. You say that the impenitent man, having got into the next world and seeing the disaster, will, as a result of that disaster, turn, the pain the cause of his reformation. But you can find 10,000 instances in this world of men who have done wrong, and dis-

tress overtook them suddenly. Did the distress heal them? No; they went right on.

That man was flung of dissipations. "You must stop drinking," said the doctor, "and quit the fast life you are leading, or it will destroy you." The patient suffers paroxysm after paroxysm, but under skillful medical treatment he begins to sit up, begins to walk about the room, begins to go to business.

And, lo, he goes back to the same grogshop for his morning dram, and his evening dram, and the drams be-

tween. Flat down again! Same doctor! Same physical anguish! Same medical warning! Now the illness is more protracted, the liver is more stubborn, the stomach more irritable, and the digestive organs are more rebellious. But after awhile he is out again, goes back to the same dramshops and goes the same round of sacrilege against his physical health.

Suffering Does Not Always Reform. He sees that his downward course is ruining his household; that his life is a perpetual perjury against his marriage vow; that that broken hearted woman is so unlike the hopeful young wife whom he married that her old schoolmates do not recognize her; that his sons are to be taunted for a lifetime by the father's

drunkenness; that the daughters are to pass into life under the scarification of a disreputable ancestor. He is drinking up their happiness, their prospects for this life, and perhaps for the life to come. Sometimes an appreciation of what he is doing comes upon him. His nervous system is all a-tangle. From crown of head to sole of foot he is one aching, rasping, crucifying, damning torture. Where is he? In hell on earth. Does it reform him?

After awhile he has delirium tremens, with a whole jungle of hissing reptiles let out on his pillow, and his screams horrify the neighbors as he dashes out of his bed, crying, "Take these things off me!" As he sits pale and convalescent the doctor says:

"Now, I want to have a plain talk with you, my dear fellow. The next attack of this kind you have you will be beyond all medical skill, and you will

die." He gets better and goes forth into the same fight again. This time medicine takes no effect. Consultation of physicians agree in saying there is no hope. Death ends the scene.

That process of inebriation, warning and dissolution is going on within a stone's throw of you, going on in all the neighborhoods of Christendom. Pain does not correct. Suffering does not re-

form. What is true in one sense is true in all senses and will forever be so, and yet men are expecting in the next world purgatorial rejuvenation. Take up the printed reports of the prisons of the United States, and you will find that the vast majority of the incarcerated have been there before, some of them four, five, six times. With 1,000,000 illustrations all working the other way in this world, people are expecting that

distress in the next state will be salva-

tory. You cannot imagine any worse tor-

ture in any other world than that which some men have suffered here, and with-

out any salutary consequence.

Prospects of Reform. Furthermore, the prospect of a reformation in the next world is more im-

probably than a reformation here. In this world the life started with innocence of infancy. In the case supposed the other life will be open with all the accumulated bad habits of many years upon him. Surely it is easier to build a strong ship out of new timber than out of an old hulk that has been ground

up in the breakers. If with innocence to start with in this life a man does not become godly, what prospect is there that in the next world, starting with sin, there would be a seraph evo-

uted? Surely the sculptor has more prospect of making a fine statue out of a block of pure white Parian marble than out of an old black rock seamed and cracked with the storms of a half century. Surely upon a clean white sheet of paper it is easier to write a deed or a will than upon a sheet of pa-

per all scribbled and blotted and torn from top to bottom. Yet men seem to think that, though the life that began here comparatively perfect turned out badly, the next life will succeed, though it starts with a dead failure. "But," says some one, "I think we ought to have a chance in the next life, because this life is so short it allows only small opportunity. We hardly have time to turn around between cradle and tomb, the wood of one almost touching the marble of the other." But do you know what made the ancient deluge a necessity? It was the longevity of the antediluvians. They were worse in the second century of their lifetime than in the first hundred years, and still worse in the third century, and still

worse all the way on up to 700, 800 and 900 years, and the earth had to be washed and scrubbed and soaked and anchored clear out of sight for more than a month before it could be made fit for decent people to live in.

Longevity never cures impenitency. All the pictures of Time represent him with a scythe to cut, but I never saw any picture of Time with a case of medicines to heal. Seneca says that Nero for the first five years of his public life was set up for an example of clemency and kindness, but his path all the way descended until at 68 A. D. he became a suicide. If 800 years did not make ante-

diluvians any better, but only made them worse, the ages of eternity could have no effect except the prolongation of depravity. Many Wrongs Do Not Make a Right. "But," says some one, "in the future state evil surroundings will be withdrawn and elevated influences substituted, and hence expurgation and sublimation and glorification." But the

righteous, all their sins forgiven, have passed on into a beatific state, and con-

sequently the unsaved will be left alone. It cannot be expected that Dr. Duff, who exhausted himself in teaching Hindoos the way to heaven, and Dr. Abcel, who gave his life in the evangelization of China, and Adoniram Judson, who toiled for the redemption of Boruco, should be sent down by some celestial missionary society to educate those who wasted all their earthly existence. Evangelistic and missionary efforts are ended. The entire kingdom of the morally bankrupt by themselves, where are the salvatory influences to come from? Can one speckled and bad apple in a barrel of diseased apples turn the other apples good? Can those who are themselves down help others up? Can those who have themselves failed in the busi-

ness of the soul pay the debts of their spiritual insolvents? Can a million wrongs make one right?

Poneropolis was a city where King Philip of Thracia put all the bad people of his kingdom. If any man had opened a primary school at Poneropolis, I do not think the parents from other cities would have sent their children there. Instead of amendment in the other world, all the associations, now that the good are evolved, will be degenerating and down. You would not want to send a man to a cholera or yellow fever hospital for his health, and the great lazaretto of the next world, containing the diseased and plague struck, will be a poor place for moral recovery. If the surroundings in this world were crowded of temptation, the surroundings of the next world, after the righteous have passed up and on, will be a thousand per cent more crowded of temptation. From Freshman to Senior. The Count of Chateaubriand made his little son sleep at night at the top of a castle turret, where the winds howled, and where specters were said to haunt the place, and while the mother and sisters almost died with fright the son tells us that the process gave him nerves that could not tremble and a courage that never faltered. But I don't think that towers of darkness and the spectral world swept by sirocco and euroclydon will ever fit one for the land of eternal sunshine. I wonder what is the curriculum of that college of inferno where, after proper preparation by the sins of this life, the candidate enters, passing on from freshman class of depravity to sophomore of abandonment, and from sophomore to junior, and from junior to senior, and day of graduation comes, and with diploma signed by satan, the president, and other professorial demoniacs, attesting that the candidate has been long enough under their drill, he passes up to enter heaven! Pandemonium a preparative course for heavenly admission! Ah, my friends, satan and his cohorts have fitted uncounted millions for ruin, but never fitted one soul for happiness. Furthermore, it would not be safe for this world if men had another chance in the next. If it had been announced that, however wickedly a man might act in this world, he could fix it up all right in the next, society would be terribly demoralized, and the human race demolished in a few years. The fear that if we are bad and unforgiven here it will not be well for us in the next

existence is the chief influence that keeps civilization from rushing back to semibarbarism, and semibarbarism from rushing into midnight savagery, and midnight savagery from extinction, for it is the astringent impression of all nations, Christian and heathen, that there is no future chance for those who have wasted this. Multitudes of men who are kept within bounds would say: "Go to, now! Let me get all out of this life there is in it. Come, gluttony and inebriation and uncleanness and revenge and all sensualities, and wait upon me! My life may be somewhat shortened in this world by dissoluteness, but that will only make heavenly indulgence on a larger scale the sooner possible. I will overtake the

saints at last and will enter the heaven-

ly temple only a little later than those who behaved themselves here. I will on my way to heaven take a little wider excursion than those who were on earth pious, and I shall go to heaven via gehenna and via sheol." Another chance in the next world means free license and wild abandonment in this.

The Post Mortem. Suppose you were a party in an important case at law, and you knew from consultation with judges and attorneys that it would be tried twice, and the first trial would be of little importance, but that the second would decide everything, for which trial would you make the most preparation, for which retain the ablest attorneys, for which be most anxious about the attendance of witnesses? You would put all the stress upon the second trial, all the anxiety, all the expenditure, saying, "The first is nothing; the last is everything."

Give the race assurance of a second and more important trial in the subsequent life, and all the preparation for eternity would be "post mortem," post funeral, post sepulchral, and the world with one jerk be pitched off into impiety and godlessness.

Furthermore, let me ask why a chance should be given in the next world if we have refused innumerable chances in this? Suppose you give a banquet, and you invite a vast number of friends, but one man declines to come or treats your invitation with indifference. You in the course of 20 years give 20 banquets, and the same man is invited to

them all and treats them all in the same obnoxious way. After awhile you re-

move to another house, larger and better, and you again invite your friends, but send no invitation to the man who declined or neglected the other invitations. Are you to blame? Has he a right to expect to be invited after all the indignities he has done you? God in this world has invited us all to the banquet of his grace. He invited us by his providence and his spirit 365 days of every year since we knew our right

hand from our left. If we declined it every time or treated the invitation with indifference and gave 20 or 40 or 50 years of indignity on our part toward

the banqueter, and at last he spreads the banquet in a more luxurious and kingly place, amid the heavenly gardens, have we a right to expect him to invite us again, and have we a right to blame him if he does not invite us?

Only One Offer.

If 12 gates of salvation stood open 20 years or 50 years for our admission, and at the end of that time they are closed, can we complain of it and say: "These gates ought to be open again. Give us another chance?" If the steamer is to sail for Hamburg, and we want to get to Germany by that line, and we read in every evening and every morning news-

paper that it will sail on a certain day, for two weeks we have that advertise-

ment before our eyes, and then we go down to the docks 15 minutes after it has shoved off into the stream and say: "Come back! Give me another chance! It is not fair to treat me in this way! Swing up to the dock again and throw out planks and let me come on board!" Such behavior would invite arrest as a madman.

And if, after the gospel ship has lain at anchor before our eyes for years and years, and all the benign voices of earth and heaven have urged us to get on board, as she might sail away at any moment, and after awhile she sales without us, is it common sense to expect her to come back? You might as well go out on the highlands at Navesink and call to the Majestic after she has been three days out and expect her to return as to call back an opportunity for heaven when it once has sped away. All heaven offered us as a gratuity, and for a lifetime we refuse to take it, and then rush on the bosses of Jehovah's buckler demanding another chance. There ought to be, there can be, there will be, no such thing as posthumous opportunity. Thus our common sense agrees with my text, "If the tree fall toward the south or toward the north, in the place where the tree falleth there

it shall be."

You see that this idea lifts this world up from an unimportant way station to a platform of stupendous issues and makes all eternity whirl around this hour. But one trial for which all the preparation must be made in the world or never made at all. That piles up all the emphases and all the climaxes and all the destinies into life here. No other chance! Oh, how that augments the value and the importance of this chance! Alexander with his army used to surround a city and then would life a great light in token to the people that if they surrendered before that light

went out all would be well, but if once

the light went out then the battering rams would swing against the wall, and demolition and disaster would follow. Well, all we need to do for our present and everlasting safety is to make surrender to Christ, the king and con-queror--surrender of our hearts, surrender of our lives, surrender of everything. And he keeps a great light burning, light of gospel invitation, light kindled with the wood of the cross and flaming up against the dark night of our sin and sorrow. Surrender while that great light continues to burn, for after it goes out there will be no other opportunity of making peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ. Talk of another chance! Why, this is a supernal chance!

No Chance In the Next World. In the time of Edward VI, at the battle of Musselburg, a private soldier, seeing that the Earl of Huntley had lost his helmet, took off his own helmet and put it upon the head of the earl, and the head of the private soldier

uncovered he was soon slain, while his commander rode safely out of the bat-

tle. But in our case, instead of a pri-

vate soldier offering helmet to an earl, it is a king putting his crown upon an unworthy subject, the king dying that we might live. Tell it to all points of the compass. Tell it to night and day. Tell it to all earth and heaven. Tell it to all centuries, all ages, all millen-

niums, that we have such a magnificent chance in this world that we need no other chance in the next.

I am in the burnished judgment hall of the last day. A great white throne is lifted, but the judge has not yet taken it. While we are waiting for his ar-

rival I hear immortal spirits in conver-

sation. "What are you waiting here for?" says a soul that went up from Madagascar to a soul that ascended from America. The latter says, "I came from America, where 40 years I heard the gospel preached and Bible read, and from the prayer I learned in infancy at my mother's knee until my last hour I had gospel advantage, but for some reason I did not make the Christian choice, and I am here waiting for the Judge to give me a new trial

and another chance. "Strange!" says the other. "I had but one gospel call in Madagascar, and I accepted it, and I do not need another chance."

The Judgment.

"Why are you here?" says one who on earth had feeblest intellect to one who had great brain and silvery tongue and scepters of influence. The latter re-

sponds, "Oh, I knew more than my fel-

lows. I mastered libraries and had learned titles from colleges, and my name was a synonym for eloquence and power. And yet I neglected my soul, and I am here waiting for a new trial." "Strange," says the one of the feeble earthly capacity. "I knew but little of worldly knowledge, but I knew Christ and made him my partner, and I have no need of another chance."

"Now the ground trembles with the approaching chariot. The great folding doors of the hall swing open. "Stand back!" cry the celestial ushers. "Stand back, and let the judge of quick and dead pass through!" He takes the throne, and looking over the throng of nations he says, "Come to judgment, the last judgment, the holy judgment!"

By one flash from the throne all the his-

tory of each one flames forth to the vision of himself and all others. "Divide!" says the judge to the assembly. "Divide!" echo the walls. "Divide!" cry the guards angelic.

And now the immortals separate, rushing this way and that, and after awhile there is a great aisle between them, and a great vacuum widening and widening, and the judge, turning to the throng on one side, says, "He that is righteous, let him be righteous still; and he that is holy, let him be holy still," and then, turning toward the throng on the opposite side, he says, "He that is unjust, let him be unjust still; and he that is filthy, let him be filthy still," and then, lifting one hand toward each group, he declares, "If the tree fall toward the south or toward the north, in the place where the tree falleth there it shall be." And then I hear something jar with a great sound. It is the closing of the book of judgment. The judge ascends the stairs behind the throne. The hall of the last assize is cleared and shut. The high court of eternity is adjourned forever.

Tartans, Barelegs, Highlanders.

The first reference to highland cos-

tume occurs in the Saga of Magnus Barefoot, king of Norway, 1093-1103, writ-

ten by Snorro Sturleson, who was reared with the children of that monarch's daughter. Here it is stated that Mag-

nus and his men on their return from a marauding expedition to the west of Scotland "brought with them a great deal of the habits and fashions of clothing of those western parts. They went about the streets with bare legs and had short kirtles and overcloaks, and there fore his men called him Magnus Barefoot or Bareleg."

In the thirteenth century we seem to have something like a first reference to actual tartans in the statutes of the church of Aberdeen, which provide that "all ecclesiastics are to be suitably ap-

pareled, avoiding red, green and striped clothing, and their garments shall not be shorter than the middle of the leg." But it should be noticed that the word "tartar," which occurs in the fifteenth century, in the accounts of the lord high

treasurer of Scotland, and which was re-

garded by both Borthwick and Pinker-

ton as meaning tartan, really indicates, as pointed out by Dr. Dickson, a fabric of eastern origin, frequently "variant" or shot, the warp and wool being of contrasting colors. We find, however, a true reference to tartan in the same accounts in the following cen-

tury, for in August, 1538, there appears an entry for "iij. elnis of Heland tar tane to be hoiss to the Kingis grace,"

these "hoiss" or trews being evidently intended to be worn with "ane schort Heland coit," accounted for under the same date.--Scottish Review.

The Coating of Ironclads.

Nobody is foolish enough to pretend that we can coat our ironclads external-

ly with sealskin or with porpoise hide, and undoubtedly we are at a great dis-

advantage as compared with nature and her living forms. Very possibly the ultimate solution of this question may be found in the application of some new material altogether to the external coat-

ing of our vessels. Compressed paper, and compressed ramce fiber, which are now increasingly employed in America for railway wheels and steam pipes, would seem promising materials for the purpose. They admit of being mold-

ed externally into any minute grooves or tiny overlapping plates, like the scales of a fish.

Little or no extra expense will thereby be incurred, as an enormous hydraulic pressure, capable of forming any required surface, is already employed in the regular course of manufacture. Or they can just as easily be molded into a rough shagreen, which in form can be made a facsimile production of the skin of the shark. And by their tough and strong retentive structure they would effectually protect the steel, or real skin of the vessel, from corrosion by the salt water. But all this is mere conjecture. Any such suggestions which any man can propound will be nothing more than conjecture, so long as we are content to remain in our present deplorable darkness and ignorance of the real governing conditions of the problem. What we most require is therefore light.--Con-temporary Review.

Modern Powder Puffs.

The world used to say that all American women powdered, just as they say now that they smoke cigarettes. In the old days there was a bottle stuck in some corner of her bedroom, with a more or

less soiled stiff rag hanging on the cork, which was called into service just before a start was made for a shopping or call-

ing tour. It was a sort of a wipe and promise, and the services of several good

natured women friends were required along the way to remove the extraneous

lumps of dried powder which would nat-

urally be caught in prominent parts of the face or sunk into pet dimples.

But today to make up a face properly is to master an art having elementary rules as exact as those of a science. Perhaps a woman's glass tells her nature was not as lavish as it might have been, or the information may come from equally frank friends. At any rate she is either engaged in a fair encounter with nature or in a war of fortification against time's siege. The old white powder has been superseded by brunette, blond powder and natural complexion powder, all of which are used by direction of the druggist, who tells the expec-

tant fair one exactly what powder will give a fair imitation of what has been or should be. The eyebrow pencil over-

comes deficiencies in the eyebrows, and only a trained eye can detect the assumption of reality.--Philadelphia Times.

As Others See Us. The cablegrams announce that Colonel Cody, who will be remembered in

London, has been returned as mayor of Nebraska. No better selection could have been made. Colonel Cody was the friend of a man named Boone, who discovered Kentucky in 1869. After marrying the granddaughter of a distinguished gentleman known as Sitting Bullfrog

Cody was twice governor of Chicago and at one time was mayor of the Arkansas legislature. He also served in the Confederate army under Ben Butler, who so gallantly defended New Orleans

against General Longstreet. The province of Detroit rewarded him for his military services by sending him to con-

gress, where he introduced a bill for the relief of the citizens of Buffalo. It was in this that he got his name Buffalo Bill.

While Mr. Cody has a large ranch in St. Louis, he finds time for literature and writes for The Atlantic Monthly, a newspaper edited by Mark Twain and Uncle Thomas Cabin, a gentleman who made fame by his negro dialect sketches.--London Globe.

Kansas farmers have reaped more wealth off the earth's surface in grain than has been dug out of its interior in precious metals in the same time in all the states and territories west of her.

SEA BASS IN SAN DIEGO BAY. Huge Monsters Weighing From One Hundred to Six Hundred Pounds.

Chris Schmidt, a longshoreman, caught three black sea bass recently, weighing 221, 337 and 376 pounds re-

spectively. After hooking his game he tied the end of the line to a powder keg

and let the big fish run around in the bay until exhausted, when he pulled it in and killed it.

This land locked bay of San Diego and the kelp bed at the harbor mouth is a favorable home for the black sea

bass, or jewfish, as it is commonly called. Catching these fish is excellent sport. They weigh from 100 to 600 pounds and in appearance are much

like the small mouthed black bass of eastern lakes. A long hand line the size of a window sash cord, a large hook of quarter inch iron, baited with a white-

fish, an ax and a rowboat are all the tackle needed for this sport.

The baited hook is dropped to the bottom in 50 feet or more of water. A vigorous bite and the fish almost hooks itself. Then the fun begins. The long line plays out with the rapidity of a whale line when the harpoon strikes home. The jewfish tires more quickly than the whale. The man in the bow of the rowboat begins to take up the slack line. This rouses the fish. Away he darts again and stops. The slack is pulled in again. The efforts of the fish

become less vigorous. The line is made fast in the bow. The helmsman is warned to look out. The fish begins to run away. The line tightens. This time it does not play out. The fish, feeling the weight of the boat, strives hard to get away from it. Faster and faster goes the boat as the captive fish tows it seaward until the bow is pulled down almost beneath the waves, and it is sometimes necessary to put out the oars and attempt to retard the dangerous progress. By degrees the fish gets tired coping with such heavy odds and finally allows itself to be drawn alongside the boat. A blow on the head with an ax ends the fight. --San Diego (Cal.) Dispatch.

Alligators.

Few animals are more friendless than the alligator. With claims to neither beauty nor intelligence, he is not handsome enough to win our admiration nor dangerous enough to make us respect him. For hours he basks in the sun, floating on the surface of the water or

lying on some muddy bank, apparently as useless as the log of wood he so much resembles. Every man's hand is raised against him. He is killed by the tourist in pure wantonness, simply because he

affords a mark for the ever ready rifle. Hunters slay alligators by thousands for their hides and teeth. Indeed it is

for these along that the alligator is prized. I think, however, the alligator plays a part in the drama of animal life for which he is especially adapted. It is said that in the lower Mississippi river alligators feed on muskrats, and

the recent decrease in the number of alligators has been followed by a corresponding increase in the number of muskrats, which seriously weaken the levees by burrowing in them. If this be true, the alligator is here of direct value to the planter and should therefore be protected by law.--Frank M. Chapman in Our Animal Friends.

A Circular Knitting Machine.

A circular knitting machine of ingenious construction has been brought to notice by a Philadelphia inventor. At the completion of a stocking the machine is stopped by the pattern chain, to allow a ribbed top to be run upon the needles, the driving pulley being moved into gear with the driving shaft, and the leg is knit. Following this, a lug on the pattern chain starts the cam carrying wheel, whose cams control or actuate the mechanism for changing from circular to back and forth knitting, for throwing in the thickening thread and for bringing into operation the fashioning devices, and contrariwise for knitting the heel and then the foot, the toe being then formed in the same manner

as the heel, whereupon the machine

stops. The mechanisms actuated by the pattern chain lug to stop the machine are ingeniously locked by a swinging lever which is first engaged and swung aside, whereupon devices adapted to stopping the apparatus are engaged and moved by the lug. The inclines of the sinkers partly draw the thread in form-

ing the stitch, enabling the inclination

of the stitch cams to be lessened.--New York Sun.

Another London View of Us.

"In America," says a London paper, with that beautiful accuracy and confidence which characterize London papers on things American, "it is not un-

common for well to do mothers themselves to take perambulators out; conse-

quently the designs are far more elaborate than ours. The baby carriage built to the order of Mr. Astor and sent to the Waldorf hotel in Broadway cost $500 and fairly scintillated with gold and silver plating and silver gilt fittings." And then, warming with its

subject, the paper airily goes on: "La-

dies of New York and San Francisco favor the little hansom cab, with its silver lamps and fittings, but the wife of a Wall street broker struck out a new line by having a baby carriage made in the shape of a swan, the infant to recline on swan's down cushions inside the bird,

so to speak."

How Philadelphia Kills Elephants.

When, a few years ago, a showman in Philadelphia desired to end the life of a vicious elephant in his company, he did not go about it in the bungling manner adopted in New York to kill Tip. He took a rope, made, as we remember it, especially for the purpose, slipped it around the brute's neck and then hitched another elephant to each end of the rope.

The free elephants were then driven in opposite directions until the rope tight-

ened about the victim's throat, and he fell forward and expired. It was all over in about half an hour, but then, as the New Yorkers say, Philadelphia is a slow old town.--Philadelphia Enquirer.

The theater-goers and train passengers of this country make a nuisance of them-

selves with 2,000,000 bushels of peanuts, which produce 1,300,000 bushels of shells to be swept out, the operation resulting in $5,000,000 oaths and curses every year.

Over the arable areas of Wyoming the rainfall averages 12 inches. It is heaviest in spring and summer, though a month as never been known to pass without any precipitation whatsoever. London has 60,000 telephones.

GREAT BARGAINS IN SPRING & SUMMER CLOTHING, Hats, Caps and Gents Furnishing Goods, AT M. MENDEL'S RELIABLE ONE PRICE STORE. 1625 ATLANTIC AVENUE, ATLANTIC CITY, N. J. Children's Nobby Clothing a Specialty. A Banjo Souvenier Given Away with every Child's Suit.

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Y. CORSON, REAL ESTATE AGENT, AND LICENSED AUCTIONEER, No. 721 Asbury Avenue, OCEAN CITY, N. J. Properties for sale. Boarding Houses and Cottages for Rent in all parts of the city. Correspondence solicited.

WM. LAKE, C. E., REAL ESTATE AGENT, Surveying, Conveyancing, Commissioner of Deeds, Notary Public, Master in Chancery. Sec'y Ocean City Building and Loan Association.

Lots for Sale or Exchange. Houses to rent, furnished or unfurnished. Deeds, Bonds, Mort-

gages, Wills and Contracts carefully drawn. Abstracts of titles carefully prepared. Experience of more than twenty-five years. Office--Sixth Street and Asbury Avenue. P. O. Box 825. WM. LAKE.

E. B. LAKE, SUPERINTENDENT OF OCEAN CITY ASSOCIATION, From its Organization, and also REAL ESTATE AGENT

Having thousands of Building Lots for sale at various prices, Some very Cheap and located in all parts of Ocean City. Now is the time to purchase property before the second railroad comes, as then property will greatly advance.

I have a good many Inquiries for Property between 6th and 12th streets. Any one having property for sale might do well to give me their prices. All persons desiring to Buy, or Sell, or Exchange property, would do well before closing any transaction to call on or address

E. B. LAKE, Association Office, No. 601 Asbury Ave., Ocean City, N. J.

DESIRABLE COTTAGES FOR SALE OR RENT. If you intend visiting the seashore the coming season, call on or write

R. CURTIS ROBINSON, REAL ESTATE

AND

INSURANCE AGENT, 744 ASBURY AVENUE, OCEAN CITY, N. J.,

who has on hand a number of desirable furnished and unfurnished cottages. Full information given on application.

Building lots for sale in every section of the city.

Insurance written by first class Companies. Come and see me before insuring else-

where.

Money to loan on Bond and Mortgage on Improved Property.