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Signs of the Times, Vol. 29, No. 9.

THE SANCTUARY
Earlier text: WISDOM

THE STORY OF A LITTLE LIFE.

“What is your name?” asked the teacher.
“Tommy Brown, ma’am,” answered the boy.
He was a pathetic little figure, with a thin face, hollow eyes, and pale cheeks, that plainly told of insufficient food. He wore a suit of clothes evidently made for some one else. They were patched in places with cloth of different colors. His shoes were old, his hair cut square in the neck in the unpractised manner in which women sometimes cut boys’ hair. It was a bitter day, yet he wore no overcoat, and his bare hands were red with the cold.
“How old are you, Tommy?”
“Nine years old come next April. I’ve learned to read at home, and I can cipher a little.”
“Well, it is time for you to begin school. Why have you never come before?”
The boy fumbled with a cap in his hands, and did not reply at once. It was a ragged cap with frayed edges, and the original color of the fabric no one could tell.
Presently he said, “I never went to school ’cause—’cause—well, mother takes in washin’, an’ she couldn’t spare me. But Sissy is big enough now to help, an’ she minds the baby besides.”
It was not quite time for school to begin. All around the teacher and the new scholar stood the boys that belonged in the room.
While he was making his confused explanation some of the boys laughed, and one of them called out, “Say, Tommy, where are your cuffs and collar?” And another sang, “You must sleep in the rag bag at night by the looks of your clothes!” Before the teacher could quiet them, another boy had volunteered the information that the father of the boy was “old Si Brown, who was always as drunk as a fiddler.”
The poor child looked round on his tormentors like a hunted thing. Then, before the teacher could detain him, with a suppressed cry of misery he ran out of the room, out of the building, down the street, and was seen no more.
The teacher went to her duties with a troubled heart. All day long the child’s pitiful face haunted her. She could not rid herself of the memory of it. After a little trouble she found the place where he lived, and then two kind ladies went to visit him.
It was a dilapidated house. When they first entered they could scarcely discern objects, the room was so filled with steam of the soapsuds. There were two windows, but a tall, brick building adjacent shut out the light. It was a gloomy day, too, with gray, lowering clouds that forbade even the memory of sunshine.
A woman stood before a wash-tub. When they entered, she wiped her hands on her apron, and came forward to meet them.
Once she had been pretty, but the color and light had gone out of her face, leaving only sharpened outlines and haggardness of expression.
She asked them to sit down; then taking a chair herself, she said, “Sissy, give me the baby.”
A little girl came forward from a dark corner of the room, carrying a baby that she laid in its mother’s lap, a lean and sickly-looking baby, with the same hollow eyes that Tommy had.
“Your baby doesn’t look strong,” said one of the ladies.
“No, ma’am, she ain’t very well. I have to work hard, and I expect it affects her.”
“Where is your little Tommy?” asked one of the visitors.
“He is there in the trundle-bed,” replied the mother.
“Is he sick?”
“Yes’m, and the doctor thinks he ain’t going to get well.” At this the tears ran down her thin and faded cheeks.
“What is the matter with him?”
“He was never very strong, and he’s had to work too hard, carrying water and helping me lift the wash-tubs and things like that. Of late he has been crazy to go to school. I never could spare him till this winter. He thought if he could get a little education he’d be able to take care of Sissy and baby and me. So I fixed up his clothes as well as I could, and last week he started. I was afraid the boys would laugh at him, but he thought he could stand it if they did. I stood at the door and watched him going. I can never forget how the little fellow looked,” she continued, the tears streaming down her face, “his patched-up clothes, his poor little anxious look. He turned around to me as he left the yard, and said, ‘Don’t you worry, mother; I won’t mind what the boys say.’ But he did mind. It wasn’t an hour till he was back again. I believe the child’s heart was just broke. I thought mine was broke years ago. If it was it was broke over again that day. I can stand most anything myself, but oh! I can’t bear to see my children suffer.” Here she broke down in a fit of convulsive weeping.
The little girl came up to her quietly, and stole a thin little arm around her mother’s neck. “Don’t cry, mother,” she whispered, “don’t cry.”
The woman made an effort to check her tears, and she wiped her eyes. As soon as she could speak with any degree of calmness, she continued:—
“Poor little Tommy cried all day; I couldn’t comfort him. He said it was no use trying to do anything. Folks would only laugh at him for being a drunkard’s little boy. I tried to comfort him before my husband came home. I told him his father would be mad if he saw him crying. But it wasn’t any use. Seemed like he couldn’t stop. His father came and saw him. He wouldn’t have done it if he hadn’t been drinking. He ain’t a bad man when he is sober. I hate to tell it, but he whipped Tommy, and the child fell and struck his head. I suppose he’d a been sick anyway. But oh! my poor little boy! My sick, suffering child!” she cried. “How can they let men sell a thing that makes the innocent suffer so?”
One of the ladies went to the bed. There he lay, poor, little, defenseless victim. He lived in a Christian land, in a country that takes great care to pass laws to protect sheep, and diligently legislates over its game. Would that the children were as precious as brutes and birds! Would that the law was more jealous of little waifs’ rights!
His face was flushed and the hollow eyes were bright. There was a long, purple mark on his temple. He put up one little wasted hand to cover it, while he said, “Father wouldn’t have done it if he hadn’t been drinking.” Then in his queer, piping voice, weak with sickness, he half whispered, “I’m glad I’m going to die. I’m too weak ever to help mother anyhow. Up in heaven the angels ain’t going to call me the drunkard’s child, and make fun of my clothes.”
He turned his head feebly on his pillow, and then said, in a lower tone, “Some day—they ain’t going—to let saloons—keep open. But I’m afraid—poor father—will be dead—before then.” Then he shut his eyes from weariness.
The next morning the sun shone in on the dead face of little Tommy.—Selected.

A Worthy Woman

“A worthy woman who can find? For her price is far above rubies. The heart of her husband trusteth in her, And he shall have no lack of gain. She doeth him good and not evil All the days of her life. She seeketh wool and flax, And worketh willingly with her hands.”
“She stretcheth out her hand to the poor; Yea, she reacheth forth her hands to the needy.”
“Strength and dignity are her clothing; And she laugheth at the time to come. She openeth her mouth with wisdom; And the law of kindness is on her tongue. She looketh well to the ways of her household, And eateth not the bread of idleness. Her children rise up, and call her blessed; Her husband also, and he praiseth her, saying; Many daughters have done worthily, But thou excellest them all. Grace is deceitful, and beauty is vain; But a woman that feareth Jehovah, she shall be praised.” —Solomon.

SIG. PINO'S SUBMARINE INVENTIONS.

Italy has another inventor whose name seems likely to become as famous as Marconi's. Sig. Pino's inventions, described in the Contemporary Review by Dr. Carlo Iberti, promise to give mankind a complete sovereignty of the seas—of all the wealth as well as all the scientific mysteries hidden in their deepest depths. They include a submarine boat and a new photographic apparatus of wonderful power, which he calls “the hydroscope.”
The boat is a small affair, devoid of utility in war, but capable of carrying two persons to any depth, and of being held there immovable and in perfect equilibrium for any length of time. Its two occupants can work in it on the bed of the sea for twelve hours continuously without needing to return to the surface for air. Every object is clearly seen from it at any depth through windows made of special crystal, and it can move freely on the floor of the ocean on an ingenious single wheel propelled by an electric-driven screw.
The hydroscope enables its operator, standing in an open boat on the surface, to take clear photographs of the sea's bed and all the objects thereon for an extensive area around the operating point. It illuminates the depths and brings their contents within reach of the camera.
If Sig. Pino's claims are made good the incalculable riches buried since time began in the fathomless caverns of Neptune, including the great Athenian sculptures sunk in the Archipelago in the Pompeian wars, will be recovered without great difficulty. The addition in that case to the world's stock of gold will be enormous.—N. Y. World.

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IT IS CONCENTRATION THAT WINS.

WHEN a man has so disciplined his mind that it is proof against all unwelcome distractions; when he can make himself oblivious of every side-light which might dazzle or divert his vision, and keep his eye steadily on his chosen goal, he has thoroughly learned the power of concentration.
A young man seeking a position, to-day, is not asked what college he came from or who his ancestors were. “What can you do?” is the invariable question. It is special training that is wanted. Most of the men at the head of great firms and great enterprises have been promoted step by step from the bottom.
All men who have done great things have been noted for their sincerity of devotion to a single aim, their invincible determination to cleave to their purpose, to concentrate their powers upon the single object which has haunted their lives to the exclusion of all else.
Happy, indeed, is he who possesses the power of assembling all his forces at a single point, of focusing his energies, and of bringing them to bear with all the weight of his entire being upon the purpose of his life. This insures victory.—Success.

THE WORTH OF HOURS.

By John Bowring

Believe not that your inner eye Can ever in just measure try The worth of hours as they go by, For every man's weak self, alas! Makes him to see them while they pass As through a dim and tinted glass;
But if in earnest care you would Mete out to each its part of good, Trust rather to your after mood.
Upon your heart this truth may rise,— Nothing which altogether dies Suffices man's just destinies;
So should we live that every hour May die as dies the natural flower,— A self-reviving thing of power;
That every thought and every deed May hold within itself the seed Of future good and future meed;
Esteeming sorrow, whose employ Is to develop, not destroy, Far better than a barren joy.
—John Bowring.

Do Not Waste Strength on Trifles

“The thought of the fulness and importance of life, the greatness of the work one has to do,—to train oneself for immortality,—should cause him to blush for the time lost, the energy wasted, in sighing and groaning over pin pricks, or in breaking our strength, like modern Don Quixotes, against windmills.”

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SENTINEL OF CHRISTIAN LIBERTY

Dated March 12, 1903
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AN AMERICAN OASIS IN TURKEY.

By Arthur S. Hoyt

[Rev. Arthur S. Hoyt, in Missionary Herald.]
LET the cynical critic of modern missions or the esthetic apologist of orientalism go to Marsovan, Turkey, and study the effects of forty years’ teaching of Western ideals of Christianity and civilization. Marsovan, 350 miles east of Constantinople and seventy miles south of the Black Sea, has been little touched by the surface influences of Europe, and forms a fair field for such study and comparison.
From the highest point of the mountain road, where one first gets a view of the plain of Marsovan, the city seems like a garden of the Lord. The rich plain, twelve miles by thirty, is enclosed in its wall of mountains. Midway on the northern side, and nearly surrounded with gardens and vineyards, lies the city. Pass through the green environment into the city and you have the narrow, crooked, rough, and filthy streets and the small shops of any Asiatic city. There are good houses and a few pleasant gardens, but they are carefully hid from view behind high walls of mud bricks. The houses are crowded together as tho there were no broad fields and no mountains to which to lift up the eyes. Sanitary conditions are disregarded. The people must go out of the city for their good air, as do their cattle for the grass.
On the highest ground on the north, overlooking the city and with the unbroken view of the mountains on every side, stands the mission compound. Within the enclosure are the buildings of the college, the hospital, the girls’ school, the boys’ and girls’ orphanages, and the missionary homes. You pass through the gates and you seem in another world. This circle of happy homes, of eager youth, of keen mental and spiritual life is object-lesson enough for any open mind. And even the dullest and darkest minds feel in some dim way that this is a better life. It is no wonder that Turkish women, who have been fortunate enough to have the care of the cheery, bright, hospital wards, dread the going back to their own homes.
A Typical Turkish Official—A Human Arsenal.
A Typical Turkish Official—A Human Arsenal.
The college is doing good work. The foundations for thorough industrial training have been laid. Forty per cent of the students do some work for self-support. The trades of shoemaker, tailor, carpenter, and cabinet-maker are well taught. All the furniture for the college and much for the mission homes and the general market is here made. It is a pity that the Turkish Government has even temporarily stopped the erection of larger shops. The young men not only become skilled workmen, but all the students gain what is just as important for the regeneration of the East, a sense of the dignity of manual work.
The college is true to its missionary purpose. It does not aim at proselyting, it is Catholic in its sympathies; but the Bible is the chief text-book, the religious life of the college is constant and pervasive, impressing the privilege of service; and an examination of the lists of the fifteen classes graduated will tell the story of the success in this direction, in the large proportion devoted to teaching and preaching.
The girls’ school has wisely refrained from trying to grow into an American college. The conditions in Asia Minor are not what they are in Constantinople. The life of the villages is rude and simple. The girls must be the teachers and helpers of their people, but never out of sympathy with them. Marriage is early, and can not yet be postponed as in the western world, and three years more in school to complete a college course would render the service of teacher or mission worker practically impossible, and so retard the real progress of the people. It is interesting to find but one servant in this family of ninety boarders, the pupils sharing in all parts of the housekeeping and so gaining the most practical knowledge of domestic economy. Good homes are sure to come from such a school. They have come in scores and scores of places. Forty years ago but one woman in Marsovan could read; to-day the primary education is common, and the higher education represented by the girls’ school is held essential for any woman who would have a position in the community.
While the work for Armenian orphans grew out of the massacres, it will, no doubt, go on as an important part of mission service. The groups of bright, happy boys and girls, well cared for, well taught, sent forth as skilled workmen or useful helpers in home, and school, and church, are the good out of evil that the love of God is ever working in human lives.
The hospital is, no doubt, the most striking and persuasive part of the mission service. It seems the only way of gaining the good-will of the Turkish population. People who are callous to spiritual influence are quick to feel the healing touch. The hospital means are simple, but adequate for the most improved scientific care. I doubt whether more difficult and successful surgery is done in any hospital of America. A single year will show 300 cases in the hospital and 5,000 treated by the dispensary.
Through these many agencies the mission has won its way into the heart of the Christian peoples. The good name of the college has gone far and near. The assistant governor of the province has placed his boy in the family of the president. There is the best feeling between the Protestants and the Orthodox and Gregorian churches in many places. The chief priest of Marsovan has taken lectures in theology at the college, and urged the sending of evangelists to the villages. When remonstrated with by some zealous partisans of the Orthodox church for his fellowship with Protestants, he answered, “As a priest of the church I am bound to seek the truth. Where can the most light be found save at the American college?”
The seal of the college is the sun rising behind Ak Dagh, the noble mountain to the east, and the motto, “The morning cometh.” The morning has come, but not without its clouds and storms. No other institution has been so seriously threatened by the misguided ambition of some of its pupils, and the deep-seated mistrust of the Turkish Government. The fourteen young men still in prison are a heavy load for these brave hearts to carry. Shall not the Christian men and women of America unite in the prayer that freedom may be granted by the government for the work of these Christian institutions, and that peaceful and orderly progress may be the happy lot of the peoples of Asia Minor?

CHRISTIAN WARFARE.

By Charlotte Elizabeth Tonna

Soldier, go—but not to claim Moldering spoils of earth-born treasure; Not to build a vaunting name, Not to dwell in tents of pleasure; Dream not that the way is smooth, Hope not that the thorns are roses, Turn no wistful eye of youth, Where the sunny beam reposes; Thou hast sterner work to do, Hosts to cut thy passage through; Close behind thee gulfs are burning;— Forward! there is no returning.
Soldier, rest—but not for thee Spreads the world her downy pillow; On the rock thy couch must be, While around thee chafes the billow; Thine must be a watchful sleep, Wearier than another's waking; Such a charge as thou dost keep, Brooks no moment of forsaking. Sleep, as on the battle-field, Girded—grasping sword and shield; Foes thou canst not name or number, Steal upon thy broken slumber.
Soldier, rise—the war is done; Lo! the hosts of hell are flying; 'Twas thy Lord the battle won; Jesus vanquished them by dying. Pass the stream—before thee lies All the conquered land of glory; Hark! what songs of rapture rise! These proclaim the victor's story Soldier, lay the weapons down, Quit the sword and take the crown; Triumph! all thy foes are banished, Death is slain, and earth has vanished.
—Charlotte Elizabeth Tonna.

Triumph Through Effort

“Success without difficulty, or achievement without strenuous effort, is robbed of most of its triumph. Whoever would taste the joy of the victor must develop his strength by overcoming obstacles. Whoever would wear the laurels of a conqueror must bear the burden and heat of the day without murmuring.”

WASHINGTON, D. C.

By J. S. Washburn

The day of miracles is not past. God has wrought for us here in a way simply miraculous.
The same glorious, everlasting Gospel proclaimed by the SIGNS OF THE TIMES for many years has been known to a limited extent in the nation's capital. But the work thus far, as far as location is concerned, has been “done in a corner.” A recent number of the SIGNS OF THE TIMES has explained the providential opening for the work in a most excellent location in the very heart of Northwest Washington. Beyond all expectation the Lord opened the way to establish the work on a sure basis here. A most excellent church building in an unsurpassed location came into our hands for the sum of $12,900. The believers are few, and have but small means. They knew it would be impossible for them to pay this amount. In their perplexity light came to them in the memory of a proposition made by one of the regular and best-known writers for the SIGNS OF THE TIMES, Mrs. E. G. White. That was that all the believers in the great truth which this paper represents should unite to establish in the nation's capital a memorial of the truth which the whole world, but especially this nation and every man in it, must hear. Seeing before us the tremendous, the thrilling conflict that must center here in the capital city, and confident that God would reveal to all believers in this truth the importance of this step, we made the first payment of $500, and have put into the fund, in all, over $1,200, and will do yet all we can do. A payment of $2,500 was to be made on February 2, and for several reasons I can not here explain, the general appeal to the friends outside of Washington was made on very short notice. These matters require time to get started, and it was not surprising that on Monday morning, the day of payment, only about $1,000 was actually in hand. But the first mail brought us in $1,523, $1,000 of which was from the fund opened by the Review and Herald, Battle Creek, Mich.; the balance was general contributions all over the United States, from those who had heard the appeal for immediate help, and responded. By later mails and by telegraph the money kept coming in all day, until, at 7:30 P. M., when the hour had come to make the payment, we were able to turn over to the former owners of the church $4,500, instead of $2,500. Of this amount $3,200 was direct clear payment, and the $1,300 balance was a loan, without interest, by friends. The interest on the whole amount from November 1 was also paid up to date.
The original price of the church was $12,900. The amount owing on the church now is $7,900. This, with the amount still owing to the friends who made the loan, brings the entire indebtedness to the sum of $8,950. We believe that this amount can be paid in a few weeks, if all will help as God has given ability to help. A friend who had been instrumental in securing help for this fund wrote that his church would send the “widow's MIGHT.” If all would spell the “widow's MIGHT” as this friend has done, it would convey a vastly different idea from the usually-understood meaning of the phrase. The “widow's mite” meant “all the living she had.”
Since this fund was started some most pathetic letters have come to us, showing that there are those who still are willing to send all to help in the Lord's work. If all our good friends who have means would follow this principle, there would stand at the nation's capital a church free of all debt, ready to bear clear witness to the light, and the everlasting Gospel would go to all the world, and dark places would be lightened with the glory of the coming King. May the blessed Spirit of Him who was rich, and became poor, that we through His poverty might become rich, and who said, “It is more blessed to give than to receive,”—may His blessed Spirit be received and manifested by all who read this article.
What is given here will come back to the work in influence and means. Two Congressmen were at our meetings Sunday, January 25, and seemed deeply interested. Here, as in no other place in the world, this Gospel of the kingdom will reach men who will be able to help the grand work forward rapidly, till the last dark corner of this world has been lightened by the glory of God, and the kingdom has come, and God's will is done on earth as in heaven. Beyond all worldly consideration of loss or gain is this infinite privilege. Will not every reader of the SIGNS OF THE TIMES help to swell the fund already started, and hasten the coming of the King?
J. S. WASHBURN. 1728 14th Street N. W., Washington, D. C.

Our Work and Workers.

A church was recently organized at Cement, O. T., by Brother U. Dake.
An institute for canvassers will be held in Oklahoma City, O. T., March 5–26.
The annual session of Montana Conference will be held March 13–21, in Helena.
The colored brethren of Kansas City, Mo., have a Mission Sunday-school of fifty members.
Wisconsin reports twenty-eight church-schools, with 385 pupils, besides the school at Oneida.
Brother I. G. Knight and wife, of Kansas, have gone to Central America to engage in missionary work.
Four candidates for baptism at Fish Creek, Wis., under the labors of Brother J. Kloss, is noted in the Reporter.
Three heads of families have accepted the truth as presented by Brother J. O. Peet, at meetings held at Stony Brook, Minn.
Three additions to the ranks of Sabbath-keepers in Helena, Mont., is part of a report in the Bivouac by Brother W. A. Gosmer.
The students of Union College, at College View, Neb., are making an effort to raise funds for the education of a worker in Argentina, South America.
January 24 a Sabbath-school was organized at Cozad, Neb., and two persons took their stand on “the commandments of God and the faith of Jesus.”
As a result of meetings held in Taloga, Ark., by Brother J. N. Sommerville and Sister Minnie Syp, seven persons have accepted the Sabbath of the Lord.
Three persons recently accepted the truth in Milwaukee, Wis. A former saloon-keeper has given his heart to the Lord—and there is joy in heaven, as well as in Milwaukee.
At the request of the Mission Board, Brother J. M. Hyatt and wife, of Minneapolis, have gone to the Gold Coast of Africa to engage in missionary work. They are supported by Minnesota Conference.
The Montana Bivouac states that Brethren L. A. Gibson and P. S. Quinn “are having an excellent interest at Rockvale, south of Billings. Twenty have already accepted the truth, and still others are interested.”
After the camp-meeting in Adelaide, South Australia, last fall, meetings were continued a while by Brother E. W. Farnsworth, with the result that a company of thirty Sabbath-keepers was called out to witness for the truth.
The German people of St. Louis are taking a deep interest in meetings held by Brother H. Gellert. Some come a distance of twelve miles, and some sisters walk eight miles. Two Roman Catholics have accepted the truth.
Brother G. M. Brown, of Nebraska Conference, has been called by the Mission Board to take charge of the work in Mexico. He is the fourteenth laborer that has been called from Nebraska Conference within the past two years.
A report in the Central Advance, from Brother J. W. Beams, who has been laboring in Ionia, Wyo., says that “many are rejoicing in the Saviour’s love who recently were skeptical. Over twenty have taken their stand for the truth, and others are deeply interested.”
The name of the Bible Echo, published at Melbourne, Australia, has been changed to Australasian Signs of the Times. The postal authorities refused to register the paper for transportation through the mail at newspaper rates, unless it was made to conform to their ideas of a newspaper. So more of the matter must be of the character of news, and to add to this feature the publishers decided to change the name also.
The March number of the Advocate of Christian Education, published by the college at Berrien Springs, Mich., is to be a special for public school teachers. An effort is being made to place it in the hands of all the teachers in the country. It will be mailed to any address for four cents. Such an opportunity may never come again. We have noted this enterprise before, but it is worth emphasizing. How about the teachers in your locality? Have their names been sent in?
In sending the request for publications, which appears in the regular place, Brother Sawyer says: “I am furnishing about one thousand readers with literature.” This example is worth noting, as this brother is an aged man who has to earn his living in addition to doing his missionary work.
Incidental to the labors of Brother Jens Jensen among the Scandinavians of Clifton, Texas, an anti-tobacco movement was recently started there which created quite an interest. Some prominent citizens, including the mayor and leading physicians, took an active part in the meetings. A goodly number of people were induced to give up the habit, and pledges were taken against the use of the noxious weed.
The new sanitarium at Sydney, N. S. W., was opened for the reception of patients January 1. The Avondale School at Cooranbong was opened January 6, with 110 students. A private letter from the editor of the Australasian Signs of the Times says: “The Lord has greatly blessed the school and prospered them in their work on the farm. Altho drought has prevailed around them, they have raised good crops, and I never ate finer peaches than grew in the orchard there this year. They have raised sufficient produce to supply their school family, and have sold quite a quantity besides. This school farm is only another evidence that it is always safe to walk in the light that God gives.”

PUBLICATIONS WANTED.

Current and back numbers of the SIGNS, Little Friend, Pacific Health Journal, and tracts on personal piety, temperance, tobacco, etc. Address, post-paid, R. Sawyer, 624 Church Street, Nashville, Tenn.

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FOR SALE.

A PRETTY little home at San Fernando. Cottage, seven rooms. Three and seven-eighths acres on principal avenue, three blocks from Adventist college. One acre, bearing Washington navel oranges; two acres, mission olives; balance, other fruits, berries, &c. Place fenced with wire netting. House cost over $2,000 to build. Will sell, if taken at once, for $3,350. Owner, Box 143, Fernando, Cal.

NOTICES OF ANNUAL MEETINGS.

THE First Annual Meeting of the Pacific Union Medical Missionary and Benevolent Association, for the purpose of electing directors and transacting any other business that may properly come before the meeting, will be held on Wednesday, March 11th, 1903, at 12 o'clock M., at room 203 Parrott Building, in the City and County of San Francisco. W. T. KNOX, President. E. E. PARLIN, Secretary.
THE First annual meeting of the Sanitarium Food Company for the purpose of electing directors and transacting any other business that may properly come before the meeting, will be held at Sanitarium, Napa Co., Cal., on Thursday, March 12th, 1903, at 12 o'clock M. A. BOOKER, President; G. H. HEALD, Secretary.

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Pullman fourteen-section Drawing-Room and Private Compartment Observation Sleeping Cars, with Telephone. Electric-reading Lamps in every Berth, Compartment and Drawing-Room. Buffet, Smoking and Library Cars, with Barber and Bath, Dining Cars—meals a la carte. Electric-lighted throughout.
Daily Tourist Car Service at 6 p. m. and Personally Conducted Excursions every Wednesday and Friday at 8 a. m. from San Francisco. The best of everything.
R. R. RITCHIE 617 MARKET STREET (PALACE HOTEL) GEN. AGENT PACIFIC COAST SAN FRANCISCO
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