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The Abbeville Press and Banner^ ' ' *4 ' ?* BY W W & W. R. BRADLEY. ABBEVILLE, 8. C? WEDNESDAY, MARCH 18, 1908. ESTABLISHED 1844 rHE DAY'S EY5. 3" O murgtierltei! Virginal marguerite! Sow yonr hlllalde home, from the sky to ttH river, 6ione in the summer heats, With each of your silver selves a-quiv?, Beautiful marguerites! A hundred thousand hearts of gold To greet the opening day, 4 hundred thousand at night to fold In silver leaves away. O marguerite*! Delicate marguerite*I Opal hued petals, fringed and fine, Umber hearts with the scent of pine, 5fou tangle across the autumn's path, Vam of V>^i- frnm t.hp limestone laAvffl A part of her beautiful aftermath You leave to the brown brook's edge, Or, lost in the heart of th^cedar woods, You scatter Intangible sweets To woo her steps to your solitudes, Beautiful marguerit?3! ?Fanny K. Johnson in Youth's Companion. LOGICAL ARRANGEMENT OF THOUGHT A Couple of Illustrative Incidents In r Preacher's Experience. The appended anecdotes concerning t? Ute President Robinson are given tot' public as too characteristic and too go to be lost. They are from the recolleotioi of the Rev. Dr. A. J. Sage: "Once in the classroom Dr. Roblnaor was expatiating on the importance of oareful logical arrangement of thought in discourse, when he drew the following illustration from his own experience: 'Once, when I was preaching, a peoullar inoident ?ocurred. I had gone through my introduction and first division, when my memory failed me. I could not reoall my seoond division, but instead of it came up the first point of the application. After vainly trying to recall the missing head, I stated to the oongregation that for a speolal reason I would pass at onoe to the application. I did so, aud when I had discussed the first point, the missing part of my discourse came back to me and I went through it all without further difficulty. On reaching home I set myself down to Inquire the meaning of this incident, when I discovered that that which I had planned as the first point of my application should have been really the second division of the sermon. The mind in the activity of speaking had been more loyal to its own principles man i nau pbrjuuveu m vu uo >u the toll of preparation.' "The doctor was speaking to the class on the Importance of keeping the mind free from preoocupying and disturbing thoughts when about to speak extempore. He said: 'I was on my way to preach od? Sunday morning, absorbed in my discourse, when a gentleman met me who said, "Have you heard that Is going to marry Miss ?" mentioning two persons in whom I was Interested, whose marriage would be particularly unsuitable. The suggestion took possession of my mind, and In spite of my best efforts I could not get rid of it. All through my sermon my thoughts were full of the haunting Idea of that unfortunate misalliance. My discourse was a failure. You may imagine that my feeling toward tha source of this ill timed Information was not exceedingly amiable. I oould have helped him over a tall fence.'"?New York Examiner. Substitute* For Hay. It is not an unusual oocurrenoe that weather In the spring is so dry that ths hay crop is short or an almost total failure. It is strange that some way oannot be devised for Irrigating at least a sufficient amount of tillable land to Insure the farmer a good hay crop. There is no ration tha,t will take the place of this, and the facilities for making sure of it are anything but satisfactory. Every farmer should set apart a certain portion of his low land for hay. In wet weather he le likely to have a good crop anyway, and In dry times a well oared for field of low land will do much to bridge over the time between late autumn and early spring, when there is nothing whatever out of doors for stock to eat. The practice of owing millet, sorghum, cowpeas or crimson clover lata In the season, when the lndloations are that (all pasture will be poor, and that the hay crop is altogether unsatisfactory, is becoming general. Cornstalks may be cut as soon as the ears are ripe. The earlier they are cut the more nutritious they are and the more valuable for feeding. As a rule, farmers give too little attention to cornstalks, which, when properly cured, are among the most useful of food produots for stock, especially so in the absence of an abundance of good hay. Rye makes a good crop, but shield never be fed to cows that are giving milk, as it imparts an unpleasant flavor to the milk and is by many persons considered unwholesome.? Isew York Ledger. The Mind and Action. I once asked a class of 16 girls to think Intently what It would feel like to lift the right hand and touch the left shoulder. After a few minutes had elapsed nine of them confessed having felt a desire to do It. 1 then dropped tne suujecc sua opuKc of something else. In a few moments six aotually did it. Most persons when concentrating attention upon the thought of what a given movement would feel like, find themselves becoming possessed of a desire to do it, and this desire marks the tendency of the thought to produce the movement. I3ut as we not only feel but also see our movements, we find that the thought of what a movement looks like has also motor value and tends to produoe it. This is also true of touches and ideas of touch?Indeed all or nearly all mentul states produce some motor changes In the body, but the motor effocts of sensations and ideas of sound, taste and smell are relatively slight.?Professor W. R. New bold in Popular Sclenco Monthly. London Re tan rants. In London we are now in advanoe of ^ 1 ? ' ? o want a Trt X" OHM 1U biio luauvo* SJ*. ivo uuuiuuvo. cite only one, the Savoy, not only la the cooking better, but the comfort and the surroundings are superior to anything in Paris. Wonderful Is the progress that has been made. When I was a young man, there were literally no restaurants In London?nothing but the Blue Posts, or the Hummums in Covent Garden, and similar places, where the dinner was of the old fashioned British Inn type.?London Truth. A man never realizes the superiority of w6man so much as when he Is sewing on a button without a thimble, pushing the needle against the wall to get It half way through and pulling it through the other half by hanging on to It with his teeth. Nothing Is rloh but the inexhaustible wealth of nature. She shows us only surfaces. but she Is million fathoms deep.? Emerson. The Egyptians need penolls of colored chalk, and several of these ancient crayons have been found in their tombs. A MAD REVENGE. My name is Morgan Grenoble, and today I have reached the turning point of Bay thirtieth year. People say that I looi "odd" with almost snow white hair and wonder how it oaioe to be thus to ono bo young. Eight years ago on the 29th of this very month I stood at the altar with Laura Comstock. I was a telegraph operator and was stationed at Wayburg, a station 20 miles from Stockton and at tho terminus of the then D. G. and C. R. railway. Returning from our honeymoon, I left ?;< ? nnH nrnneodod to LU J UilO IU 4 Wayburg, intending to remain at my old post until relieved, which I thought would be in a few days, as my offered resignation had been accepted at headquarters. The engineer on the "up" train was Mark Moore, a rather handsome young fellow, who had been my rival for the hand of the weman I callod my wife. When the train stopped at Moreland's, I alighted from tho passenger coach and walked forward to the engine. Mark was busily engaged oiling the machinery. "How are you, Morgan?" he said as he espied mo and held out his hand. His disappointment seemed to have loft him, and ho was very pleasant "Going to Wayburg?" "Yes." "Just get in with me, then," he said. I replied that I would do so, and when the train moved away I was occupying a seat in the englno, chatting with the engineer. "One hardly no does the ascent, but the descant is mm entirely different thing. I was thinking, Morgan, what a terrible thing it would be if an engine with full power ?n were to become unmanageable at Ihe top of the grade and dash away. "And if a man bent on revenge were to placo a fellow creature bound on the englno, what a terrible death he would hasten to with almost lightning rapidity!" The following night was dark and tempestuous, and I alono oocupied the station, watching the littlo machine before mo. That day a new engine had arrived, and Mark Moore bad been put in charge of it. From 2 o'clock In tho afternoon to I I saw him moving about the engine. tJntil 10 I watched tho littlo maohine. rben Mark opened tho door and stepped into the small apartment. "Are you rocoiving a dlspatoh, Morgan?" he asked. "No, Mark. Why do you askP" "Bocauae if you are not I wish you would leave the clickers a bit and oome and look at my Rod Bird by lantern light I am going to run down grade to Chalmers, reverse the engine and run back. The train will not bo due here for an hour, and I can go to Chalmers and return within 20 minutes." We walked into the great temporary shed whore the now and beautiful engine stood, ready to run off at the command of its master. "I dare not be so long absent from iny post at this hour, Mark." "Pooh, man, there's no danger. You must go with me." "But I cannot, Mark." Ho put his lantern on the ground and then sprang erect "You shall, Morg GronobloP" ho cried, snd before I could answer him he dashe*! me to.tne eartn ana piani.eu ma n.uuoa ul my breast. "Not a word out of you, Morg," he said fiercely, producing a rope. "I'll tell you what I'm going to do. You know we were discussing the consequences attending the rush of a maddened engine down tho grade. I reckon I won't go to Chalmers, but will 6end you clear to the bottom of the grade." "Mark Moore, you are mad,"I said. "Would you murder me in cold blood and others who are coming up on the 11:10 passenger?" "Yes," he said coldly. I might have resisted, but resistance would have availed mo nothing, for I wai constitutionally weak, while he was a lion. "There!" he 6aid at last as he closed the furnace door. "Everything is ready for your ride. You'll go right through Stockton, but I reckon you won't have time to stop to 6peak to loving Laura. Qoodby, Morg. Writo when you got to the foot of the grado." The engino was moving, and ho leaped off. 41 May heaven have mercy on your soul, Mark Moore!" I shouted after him. The grade between Wayburg and Chalmers was quito steep, and before I reached the little town the 6peed of tho Red Bird and its tender seemod to rival that of the telegraph. Tho towns with their glimmering lights appeared and wore gono in a flash. Tho manner in which I was bound permitted me to look out of the window. 1 did so, and Stockton, tho home of my wife, greeted mo with its many lights. Ahead I 6a\v many people waiting for tho 11:10 passenger. Tho nest moment I was carried past them. I saw their astonished facea and hoard a piercing shriek. I recognized tho voice as my wife's. There was ono hope for mo?just; one. Perhaps tho oporator at Stockton had telegraphed down the grade, and, thuf warned, tho coming train would switch and save its passengers from death. Looking out, I saw far ahead the glaring headlight of the southern train. To me it looked as though it 6tood on my track. Evidently the train had not been warned. Suddenly I heard a man shout, "Stand back I" and then, crash I all was dark I " Is ha Injured much?" somebody asked. Sympathizing faces bent over me, and a surgeon was examining my wounds. "The ti-js stopped the engino," said the surgeon. ''We receivod a telegram from I Stockton informing us that the new en| gino was rushing down the grade. The southern train was switched off upon its arrival here, and we set to work to pile I innumerable ties on the track, which, j thank heaven, checked your mad career." "Telegraph to Stockton," Isaid, "to my | wife." It seemed as though every bone In my j body was broken, and I cannot tell how I | ever survived through the prostration that followed. But I did, to find my hair rivaling the spotless purity of the 6now and crow's foot on my youthful forehead. My rival was never tried, for the third day following his arrest he was conveyed to an asylum, a hopeless monlao.?Exchange. In Disgrace. "I understand Susio Smartwecd wai dropped from the hospital service in disgrace." "Yes. She used the chief surgeon'a beat knife to sharpen her lead penoiL"?Clewland Plain Dealer. ROMANS LIKE SECRECY. Do Not Want Strangers to See Th*i Household Arrangements. It soems to bo a part of the real aim pllclty of the Italian Latin to put on i qulto useless look of mystery on all ooca slons, and to assume the air of a oonsplr ator when buying a cabbage, and mon than one groat foreign writer has fallei Into the error of believing the Itallai character to be profoundly complicated One Is apt to forget that It nead3 mucl deeper duplicity to maintain an appear ance of frankness under trying ciroum stances than to make a mystery of one' marketing and a profound secret of one' i-nntorr nrn fnw thincs whloh thl poor Italian more dislikes than to b watched when ho Is buying and preparinj his food, though he will ask any one t< 6hare it with him when it is ready, but hi Is almost as prone to bide everything el? that goes on inside his house unless he ha fair warning of a visit and full time t< prepare himself for it. This is perhaps not entirely a race peoul larity, but rather a survival of mediseva life as it was all over Europe. There an pretty clear Indications in our own litera ture that the ladios and gontlemen of tw< or three hundred years ago did not like b be caught unprepared by inquisitive visit ors. The silks and satins in which the: are portrayed would not have lasted a life time, as they did, if they had been won every day. As for the cleanliness of thoe< times, the less said about it the better. In Rome there was a long piriod durinj which not a single aqueduct was in work lng order, and it wag a trade to clear a sup ply of water out of the Tiber from a por tion of the yellow mud by letting it settli In reservoirs, and to soil it in the streeti for all household purposes. Who washe< in those days? It is safer to ask the ques tion now than it would have been then Probably those persons washed who wen the fortunate ownors of a house well or i rainwater cistern, and those who hat neither did not. Perhaps that was ver; much the same all over Europe. It is cer tainly to the credit of Trastevere that it 1 not a dirty place today by Italian stand ards.?j&iarion urawioru in ^uukui^. MARY ANDERSON'S WARDROBE. When She Had bat One Stage Cottami For Five Five Act Plaja. Three months elapsed between Mar, Ant* -son's first appearance on the stagi anr* her second performance, "a hear brt ilng Interval," writes Mrs. De Na vai.ro in The Ladles'Home Journal. Man ager Macauley of Louisville then offered her his theater again for a week, and shi presented the chief roles in five plays"Fazio," "The Hunchbaok," "Evadne,* "The Lady of Lyons" and "Romeo an< Juliet." Of her first week's engagemen she writes: "At the end of the week I wa In debt to the manager for the sum of tl the house having been large enough onl; to cover the running expenses. All I hat gained by a week of hard work was a sat heart and a very sore throat. Besides creditors became unpleasantly lmportu nate, for my scanty wardrobe was not yel paid for. This consisted of a white 6atii dress, simply made, whloh did service fo: all the parts. It sparkled in silver trim mlng for Juliet, was oovered with plnl roses for Julia, became gay in green am gold for Evadne and cloudy with whlti laoe for Pauline. The unfortunate gowi owed its many changes to the nimble ant willing fingers of my mother, who 6pen much time each day in its metamorphoses *'A train of volveteen, a white muslli dress and a modern black silk gown Khich, like Mrs. Toodles, we though "would be bo useful,' but which had to b< discarded after Its first appearance, com pleted my wardrobe?surely a meager on for five plays of five acts each, requirin) at least 12 gowns. We bad built Q] financial as well us artlstlo hopes for tha week and were disappointed in both. Bu it proved more sucoesBful than was at firs thought, for shortly after, Ben De Bar one of the greatest Falstaffs of his time engaged me for six nights at bis St. Loui theator. At the end of that time I fount myself in his debt for the sum of 1600, bu the houses had steadily improved, and tb press was filled with long articles enthu slastio about the present and full of pre dlotions about the future." The Swiss Band*. * The Swiss bands marched to the musl of fife and drum or of their own voices the notation of one of thoir raarchini songs being still preserved. The fores cantons also sent a horn with their oom panies, which instruments were knowi by nicknames, Bull of Uri, Cow of Unter walden, and the like. Tholr sound wa ling a noto of terror to the men of Aus trla and Burgundy, and made a grant rallying cry for the Swiss in action. Bu apart from this, these horns appear to b the origin of the bugle horns which stll appear on the appointments of our ligh infantry, and have displaced the drum a the distinctive instrument of the foot 6ol dier. Kach company of course bad a fiaj of its own, which on march or in actloi was posted in the center under a gt.ard o halberds. Whenoe the main bod; some times was called by the name of tie pan ner (banner.) The Swiss were dl6tin gulshed by the small size of their flags the liindskuechts, on the contrary, to ao centuate the difference between themselvo and thoir hated rivals, carried enormou ensigns, and made great play with them Other nations chose a happy mean betweei the two. Uniform was it course a thing vlrtuall; nnkncwn in the fourteenth and flfteentl centuries, though the Swiss, if we are ti trust old woodcuts, wore the white cros on a red ground oven at Sempach.?Mac mil Ian'a Magazine. Sad Case. A little rfrl went with her mother to se a lady who was an assiduous collector o ohina, and In whose parlor were cabinet filled with her trophies, besides odd plate and dishes, bearing indisputable marks o age, which hung in conspicuous places 01 the walls. The child sat quietly during the Ion) j oall, and while her mother and the chini | oollector talked of matters of mutual in j terest she looked about her with big, won i dering eyes. "Mamma," she said thoughtfully as Bh? was getting ready for bed that night "don't you foel sorry for poor Mrs. Haskel without any kitohen?" "Without any kitohen, child? What d< /ou mean?" asked her mother. "Why, didn't you 6ee?" asked the llttli ! girl In a tone of great surprise. "She ha Jo keep all hor dishes In the parlor."? Philadelphia Record. Cattish. Miss Passe?Dear me I One canno ?ros3 the stroet without a lot of horrli men staring at one. Maud Ethel?They don't look mon than ones, do they, dear??Cincinnati EjQ qulrer. * ? , f GEMS IN VERSE | 1 1 Two Pictures. 1 An old farmhouse with meadows wlda And sweet with clover on each side; k A bright eyed boy, who looks from out T e The door with woodbine wreathed about * ) And wishes his one thought all day: j "Oh, If I could but fly away From this dull spot the world to seat " How happy, happy, happy, How happy I should be!" Amid the city's constant din i A man who round the world has been, s Who, mid the tumult and the throng, 9 Is thinking, thinking all day long: ? "Oh, could I only tread once more The field path to the farmhouse door, * The old green meadow could I see, ? How happy, happy, happy, 9 How happy I should be!" 9 ?Universalis Leadar. f 3 The Blizzard. Make way, make way; a 'Tla my crowning day! 1 Make way for the blizzard king! a I claim the earth; Bhe Is mine from birth; ei j O'er her breast I rave and sing. ei 3 I wrap her tight jr In a garment white Pinned on by my crystals pure P Her bare brown knees u And her naked trees U i I hide in my robes 8ecur& Ci B. E Make way, make way For a giant's playl Make wav for my royal rout The oak trees groan, And the hemlocks moan, ^ For the great wild winds are out! ^ s No bird can rest 8 3 On my Iieavlng breast; j No boat can sail on the set. tf E'en man, proud man. Must defer his plan And leave all the world to ma, a i Make room, make room, J For the blizzard's boom; B<! y Make room for my polar waveat A For death oft steals D] At my chariot wheels ? And many a victim craves. The iron horse shrieks, . And his engine creaks 11 In race with my flying steeds. ftl I blow the breath Of his tragic death Far out o'er the prairie reeds. Aside, aside I f Let the frost king ridel 9 Look out for my streaming haJrl t It curls and swings In eddies and rings Through the vales and frenzied air. I Thick robes of down O'er mead and town I fling as I hasten by, "f With howl and roar Past each cottage door, 1 Then off to the mountains high! t ?Townsend Allen. a > The 8even Ages of a Race Horse. 1 First, the foal, 1 Wabbly and nursing at Its mother's sldsb i And then the whinnying colt, with gentle , eyes . And softly floating mane, frisking in paddock, ' Nibbling luscious green. Then comes tbs saddle, r Fiercely fought at first, with many a kick, i But later borne with grace. Then dally 1 training, a Months of pampering care and trials on a j track, j Traveling and racing under clever han<Ui Eager to records make or break, " Win cup or land fat purse. And then a mishap, J Tendon strained and as a "selling plater" , bartered; b His days of money earning nipped in bud, 3 For him no more the soft caress of hand. And he has played his part The sixth age shows The horse of gentle breed docked and ? drawing cab P With weary stride, eyes bulging and mark t of whip t On his shrunk shank, and the full, deep t breath Once drawn In measure strong labors ' And whistles In its Bound. Last scene of ' all ! That ends this strange, pathetic history, 1 Wai? whtnh 'tnroro mppmr to imnlnr* t llvlon, t Sans tall, sans sight, sans strength, aftM everything. ? ?Florence M. Blair In Rider and Drlvtr. Aliens. Some must take and others pay, b Some until the judgment day Solitary, waiting stay? ' Thus the world's unchanging way ? I Since the world began. Men there are who never sip 3 "Warm, red wine of fellowship. Fearing let the cup pass by B While another drains It dry, Gayly uses, gayly breaks What hla brother's heart blood nrlrwi 1 Thus the world's unchanging tray ' Since the world began. e 1 Men there are with songs unsung, ? P'ralns that ne'er escape the tongue; Broken alms and dreams that lie Hidden from the careless eye; Secret, passionate, deep enshrine^ i Undeveloped, thwarted, blind? i Thus the world's unchanging way I ntAfl/l Won I DU1WO UlO TTU* IU UVQUU, Shall such some day rise and take Meed denied by earth's mistake? * No more waiting, spurned of fat# Shall they come, though it be late, " | And by strange paths to their own{ 9 No more despised failures known? 8 On some other kindlier shore. Aliens nevermore? j ?London Outlook. y "Long In City Pent." l To one who has been long In city pent 0 "Tis very sweet to look Into the fair ( And open face of heaven, to breathe a k prayer Full In the smile of the blue firmament Who Is more happy, when, with hearfa cofitent, Fatigued he sinks Into some pleasant a lair f ! Of wavy grass and reads a debonair g And gentle taJe of love and langulah. ment? . Returning home at evening, with an ear Catching the notes of Philomel, an ?y? 1 Watching the sailing cloudlet's bright career, I He mourns that day so soon has glided i by, . E'en like the passage of an angel's tear That falls through the clear ether silently. -K~*j The Lure. What bait do you use," said a saint t? the devil, "When you flsh where the souls of men abound?" 8 "Well, for special tastes," said th? king 8 of evil, "Gold and fame are the beat I've found." "But for general use?" asked ths saint "Ah, then," Bald the demon, "I angle for man, not | men, 1 I infl n. thine I hate Ia to change my bait, S So I fish with a woman the whole yew round." ?John Boyle O'Reilly. IGENOBAR. Everybody in South Carolina TTn.: :-ui~ JLS -EJllglUIC?. Old people stooped with suffering, Middle age, courageously fighting, Youth protesting impatiently; Children, uuable to explain ; All in misery from their kidneys. Only a little backache first. Comes when you catch a cold. 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