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/ the Gaffney ger. A NEWtPAPCR IN ALL THAT TNK WORD IMPLIM* ANN MVOTKO TO THI BUT INTEREST OF THE PEOPLE OF CHEROKEE COUNTY. ESTABLISHED FEB. 16, 1894. QAFFNEY, S. C, FRIDAY, DECEMBER 25, 1908. $1.50 A YEAR. THE UTEST NEWS FHOM BltClSBIIRG DOINGS OF THE PEOPLE IN OUR SISTER CITY. / ' Brief New* Note* and Personal Para graph* Gathered by Our “Iron City” Correspondent. Blacksburg, Dec. 21.—On Tuesday night at 7:30 the regular communica tion of Ruth Chapter No. 12 O. E. S. will be held and all members are re quested to be present as this is the last meeting of the year. Owing to sickness in the family of Rev. Mr. Kirby, he will be unable to get here until after the first of the year. He is the new pastor assigned to the Methodist church here. Master Arthur Caldwell and sister, little Miss Laura, spent Saturday in Marion, N. C., with friends. Mr. Maurice Little, of near Grover, spent Mtonday here, the guest of his aunt, Mrs. Mary Earl. Mr. Rainey Smith is home from At lanta, Ga., to spend the holidays with his grandmother, Mrs. Rainey. Mr. Will league, of Gastonia, N. C., spent Monday here with friends. Mr. P. B. Whisnant will leave Tues day morning for Columbia where he will run out Wednesday as conductor on the pas?enger train. Mr. D. Albert, of Rock Hill, spent Sunday here, the guest of Mrs. P. B. Whisnant. Mr. Vic Lipscomb, of Gaffney, spent a few hours here Saturday with Mr. C. J. Black. i Mr. S. M. Tolbert will leave Tuesday morning for his home in Greenwood where he will spend the holidays with his people. Messrs. C. S. Moorehead, of Hick ory Grove, and W. J. Moorehead, of this place, went over to Spartfinburg Monday on business. On Friday night the store of Mr. Gilbert Wyiie. near here, was broken into and a few a. Vies taken from it Among the things . a pair of ladles shoes which the negro had on when captured by Chief Duncan, of this place. This makes a second time within a week that this store has been broken into but both negroes are now in jail. Chief of Police J. C. Duncan will spend Tuesday in Gaffney as witness in the case of Will Lockhart, colored, for the theft of some government pa pers. On last Saturday morning as one by one the friends of Mrs. Mary Earl be gan to gather at her home on Pine street, she realized that a surprise was in store for her and one that had been carefully planned. It was the occasion of her sixty-ninth birthday and a most sumptuous dinner had been prepared and the friends invited by Mrs. W. A. Blalock with whom Mrs. Earl makes her home. After spending a while in the parlor talking of olden times when they were school girls together, they were invited to the dining room by Mrs. B. L. Hoke where a tw'o-course dinner was served by Mrs. C. A. Stew art and the hostess. The afternoon was spent in the parlor where general conversation was carried on until time for them to go to their respective homes, each one wishing her many hap py returns of the day, and departed glad to have spent such a happy day. Mlrs. Earl was the recipient of many useful little gifts. Those present were: Rev. and Mrs. B. L. Hoke and little Miss Lucile, and Mesdames Ira Hardin, Jane Williams, M. F. Duncan, J. G. Black, J. B. Ross, M. A. Metts, S. A. Darwin, Mrs. B. J. Gold and Mrs. C. A. Stewart. Mr. Clarence J. Black arrived here Thursday morning from Atlanta, Ga., and will spend the holidays with his parents, Dr. and Mrs. J. G. Black. Mr. Edward Lipscomb, of Gaffney, spent a few hours here Wednesday on business. J. E. McAlester, who has the con tract for the new passenger depot at this place, has a large force at work on the building and we are glad to see it so near completion. It has been needed for a long time, this being a junction point a good many pas sengers w r ait over here for trains each day, and the people of Blacksburg ap preciate the effort made by the South ern to give us a comfortable station. Mr. Willie Greenslade, of Atlanta, Ga., is here spending the holidays with Mr. and Mrs. A. Urquhart, on Pine street. Mr. Fell Babington, of Charlotte, N. C., spent Saturday night here at the Thomson house. Mr. Furman Belue, of Greenville, spent Saturday night and Sunday here with his parents, Mr. and Mrs. E. K. Belue. Mr. Wm. Thomas spent Sunday af ternoon in Grover. Mrs. Mary Earl spent a few days in Gaffney last week with relatives, re turning home Friday. Mrs. B. L. Hoke spent Thursday af ternoon in Gaffney, shopping. Mr. and Mrs. Herbert Martin, who were married in Rock Hill last week, are spending a few days here with the former’s mother, on Carolina street. Mrs. Martin is remembered here as Miss Gay Crow and is a daughter of Mr. and Joe Crow, one of the popular engineers on the Charleston division of the Southern, and for a long while a resident of this place.' Mr. Martin is a son of Mr. and Mrs. Martin and is a promising young man and an engineer on the Southern. We wish for them a long life and much hap piness. Mr. C. A. Rlppy, formerly of this place but now of Wilmington, N. C., is spending a few days here with his sister, Mrs. Idele Mridges, on Caro lina street. Miss Della Rhyne returned home from Charlotte, N. C., last Tuesday where she visited relatives a day or two. ' Mr. and Mrs* A. R. Osborne and lit tle sou spent Friday here with Mr. and Mrs. O. A. Osborne. Miss Eleanor Urquhart, teacher of mathematics at Chicora College, Greenville, arrived here Saturday to spend the holidays with her parents, Mir. and Mrs. A. Urquhart, on Pine street. On Monday an election is to be held here to vote on the bond ques tion. We hope the bond will carry as the electric lights will be quite an improvement for Blacksburg. Master Tally Albert, of Rock Hill, spent Saturday here with his grand mother, Mrs. Martha Moore, who re turned home with him Saturday night and will spend Xmas there. The Prince of Peace and Christmas. (Collier’s Weekly.) All the old troublous questions of the origin and destination of the Galilee Carpenter have passed. All the me dieval worriment in discriminating between human and divine has gone, all the puzzled inquiry into the mi raculous. No longer is mankind stir red over the non-essential. Theories of Him fade away, dogmas on His na ture lose their charm. His gentleness has conquered. His influence con tinues and widens. Slowly brighten ing, the Gleam that touched Him spreads through the world. His spirit moves- on the face of civilization, and makes it kindlier every generation. The touch of His hand is on the grief- stricken. Nurse, physician, and nun are the messengers of His teaching. The vestal fires burned out, but never the fires of His spirit, which answer each other from mountain top to mountain top across the continents. And deep in the heart of the people they make family life sweeter and ease the bitterness iof failure and ig norance and all life’s incompleteness. That wonder-working personality was never so potent as today—-so insistent and tenderly sure. Under a thousand forms, creeds, and names, men serve Him. And however far we go in the conquest of nature, identifying the North Pole, climbing the sky, prying open electrical forces, mapping out the subliminal, diminishing sin, dis ease, war, poverty, ignorance—always in the advance will be that gracious figure of the Sinless One who showed Love as the rule of life. One Perfect Man—ardent and gentle—the race will never tire of Him. The holiday spirit inheres in the merriment of children, a religious glow for all participants, a burst of generosity for those less favored, and a sense of universal peace. Stated more concretely, the deep concerns of the day are the child, the family, the church and the poor. Its active celebration consists in releasing the good-will of each heart through un selfish action or gratitude. Its at mosphere derives from the old-time attractive belief that at a certain sea son of the year there was a Peace of God, with a laying down of arms and a cessation of strife. The hope of the day is that there shall Jie an exten sion of the area and time-limit of that peace till it gathers in the nations and interpenetrates the daily strug gle of the individual. A holiday sea son offers us the chance to step out and look at our work, and the spirit and purpose of the work. It Is a seventh-day affirmation of the worth of the six (rays of headlong creative activity. Like the Gobelin tapestry weavers, we are mostly on the wrong side of our own pattern. It is pro foundly good once a year to see that the outworking is gracious and pro gressive. The deeper mood of Christ mas is quieting to the perturbed spirit of us We are permitted to glimpse the e.ernal order—to know that the near foreground is torn and swaying with blind struggle and muddv tur moil, but that, behind it, for ail the reaches of space, there is the assur ance of a great peace. NEWS ITEMS OF LOCAL INTEREST. EVENTS IN GAFFNEY AND CHER OKEE. The Local Paper in the Home. (Walterboro Press and Standard.) The local newspaper should be found in every home. No child will grow up ignorant who b- taught to appreciate the home paper It is the stepping stone of intelligence in all those matters not to be learned in books. Gi\ e your children of foreign paper which contains not one word about any person, place or thing which they ever saw or perhaps ever heard of, and how can you expect them to be interested? But let them have the hpme paper and read of persons whom they meet, and places with which they are familiar, and soon an inter est is awakened which increases with every arrival of the local paper. Thus a habit of reading is formed, and these children will read the papers all their lives and become intelligent men and women, a credit to their an cestors, strong in their knowledge of the world as it is today. Marked For Death. “Three years ago I w’as marked for death. A graveyard cough was tear ing my lungs to pieces. Doctors fail ed to help me, and hope had fled, when my husband got Dr. King’s New Discovery,” says Mrs. A. C. Williams, of Bac. Ky. “The first dose helped me and improvement kept on until I had gained 58 pounds in weight and my health was fully restored." This medicine holds the world’s healing record for coughs and colds and lung and throat diseases. It prevents pneumonia. Sold under guarantee at Cherokee Drug Co. 50c and 11.00. Trial bottle free. —When you want good meal take your corn to Wright’s mill and have it ground by Pink Phillips, the most experienced miller in the country Dec. If-tS-M. Recent Happenings in and Around the City and Other Events Gath ered by the Local News Editor. / There was no mayor’s court yester day morning. There has been but one little inconsequential case within the past two weeks. Numbers of people in the neighbor hood have killed hogs. Some were large and we are sorry that much of the meat is likely to be spoiled. Mr. A. L. Hallman, familiarly known as “Bert,” has moved into his hand some new residence which he has re cently erected on Phifer street, in the northern part of the city. The banks of the city will remain open until 6 o’clock this evening in order to accommodate their patrons. They will take Friday and Saturday as holidays, not opening for the re sumption of business until Monday. An oflicer tells The Ledger there is very little drinking going on now This same oflicer is our authority for the statement that ninety per cent of the whiskey being shipped into Gaffney is for people who reside in the country. The results of the recent crusade against the “blind tigers” by the local police are being felt in our city. Al though the holidays are on, there has not been a session of mayor’s court in more than a week, which goes to show that “blind tiger” whiskey and viola tons of law are closely connected. The little daughter of Mrs. Hughes, a widow, wbo lives a few miles from Gaffney, was burned to death one af ternoon last week. The child was standing in front of a hot fire when her dress caught, burning her so severely that she lived only a few hours after the accident. The Limestone Sanitarium which opened its doors the first of October has been taxed to its fullest capacity since, and the promotors of the enter prise are well pleased with their in vestment, and as one of our citizens expressed it, “It is hard to see how Gaffney managed to do without a bos pital so long.” The negro, Will Lockhart, who broke into the store of Mr. Gilbert Wylie, list Friday night, and who has since tnat time been in jail, was brought before the United States Commissioner here Wednesday, charg ed with stealing government records from Deputy Collector John P. Scruggs. The proof was conclusive that the negro was guilty, and the commissioner committed him to jail to await his trial at the next term of the district court at Greenville. Lock hart denied stealing the bag contain ing the records but said another negro whom he saw take it gave it to him. AFFIDAVITS FOR TIGERS. Importers of Liquor Will Have to Prove Ownership. / ’* Charleston, Dec. 22.—All liquors im ported for "personal use” will now be seized by order of Mayor Rhett and it will be up to the consignees to prove the ownership of the stuff before the county dispensary board, in lieu of the policy, which has been in effect, of parties securing immunity of seizure by making an affidavit at the mayor’s office that the liquor is their own and for personal use. The action of Mayor Rhett in dis continuing the affidavit plan today is a radical departure from the methods of operating the dispensary system, and the step was determined upon to day on account of the known abuse of the affidavit plan by parties who connive at violation of the law and willing to render their assistance and allow the use of their names to blind tigers and whiskey drummers. It has grown to be a common occur rence for parties to make an affidavit that they are Importing liquor for their own use, which is really inten ded for some dealer. It is true that a bottle or two may go to the individual, but the bulk of it finds its way on the market for sale, in violation of the law. and now that Mayor Rhett haa discovered that the system Is hens; abused, he promptly decided today that no more affidavits or permits will be issued from his office and the con signees will now have to fight for their liquors, when the police seize it. The county hoard has long contend ed that this affidavit privilege has op erated against the business of the dis pensaries. The operation and enforce ment of the law will now be wholly in the hands of the county board. Boys Back From College The Cherokee boys who are attend ing Clemson College are all home to spend the holidays. They are: C. F. Inman, Jr.. F. A. McCraw. G w Byers, T. A. Kirby J. B. Kirby C. 8. Patrick, W. W. Foster, J. C Prid- more, E H. Wood, C. M. Robbs F. L. Ross E. 8. Rogers, and L. H. Hardin, of Blacksburg. You are welcome home, young gentlemen, and The Led ger extends each of you the compli ments of the season. —Finest watch repairing end *n graving at Gaffney Jewelry Co. “THE DARK CORNER.” Some Remarks on Mr. McGhee’s New Book. Washington, Dec. 21.—In his scorch ing satire, Byron remarked: “Pleasant it is to see one’s name in print, A book’s a book, although there’s nothing in’t.” But there is something in the book of which your correspondent writes, and this book should be of peculiar interest to South Carolinians. “The Dark Corner,’’ by Zach McGhee, re cently issued by the Grafton Press, is the one referred to. There Is plen ty of human Interest in the tale as told, and the author has a fresh, vigor ous style of narration which follows where the writer has something to tell, knows how to tell it and can give practical reasons for the faith that is in him. “The Dark Corner” is not ap plicable to that twilight zone of the Piedmont where the people engage in the illicit manufacture of liquid corn and then look upon it while it is “yaller—” it is no more applicable there than to many other sections of the Palmetto State or the country at large. It is a charming, well told story exposing the ridicultus absurdi ties and obstacles in the way of ele mentary education—the, teaching of children—a splendid satire—a strik ing anithesis to “Dothe-boys Hall" where Squeers and Nicholas Nickleby did business. And better still it is a sincere and eloquent tribute to the true, conscientious country school teacher by one who has an intelligent conception of and brotherly sympathy for the wielder of the birchen rod. A delightful romance, like a golden thread, courses through the skein of the tale set forth, and an appreciable vein of humor well balances the more serious thoughts and philosophical reflections. In the dedicatory note, the author pays a deserved tribute to the heroes who never figure in the limelight—the men who fulfill a high noble mission in life. Of these he very truly says: “Who, impelled by some spirit within them, which I must believe is not merely the voice of God but God Himself, deliberately and cheerfully renounce both the cravings of their carnal natures and the lofty yearnings of their spiritual beings to pursue lives of toil, poverty, ami ob scurity, that they may brighten the minds, ennoble the souls, and in crease the opportunities of other men’s children.” “The Dark Corner” possesses enough merit, originality and indivi duality to give its author a firm hold In the field of letters. P. H. Fike. The Spirit of Christmas. We heartily endorse the following sentiments of the Charlotte Observer regarding the Christmastime: “We are entering once again upon the Christmas season—spiritually and socially the most significant festival of the year. Let us for once put aside selfishness and enter into the spirit of this occasion with the whole-heart edness that the consequence of the great festival merits. Let us put away the cares and worries of busi ness; the vexatious problems that go to harass and annoy us the year round, and in remembering others, forget self and be happy. This glori ous Yuletide comes but once a year; it is but a little journey to the Other Side; let us make merry while the pulse of God’s blessed gift of life throbs within us. “All of us are planning to.make the occasion a happy one for the dear lit tle ones at home—for the husband, wife, father, mother, sister, or broth er. Let us not forget how meaning less this blessed season may be to those whom we have always with us —the poor. Let us endeavor to see that not one of these poverty-stricken ones shall awake on the glorious Christmas morning to confront—an empty stocking. As God has prosper ed us let us minister to them. Let each one of us search out some one of the needy and make him or her happier for just one day, and when we have accomplished this good thing will the full realization of the Divine promise dawn upon us. They are all God’s creatures—these needy ones— clothed in His image and numbered among the elect for whom the Great Sacrifice was made. Let us help them to an understanding of what Christ mas Day means. “For the sake of Him who gave His only Begotten Son as a gift to the world eschew the narrow, mean spirit that decries the custom of gift-giving; it is symbolic of the precious Christmas gift the Heavenly Father gave to the world near two thousand years ago; and it is the spiritual consciousness attendant upon this inspired custom that brings its own reward—the inde scribable feeling of deep contentment attendant upon a good deed well done. So likewise, the man or woman who seeks to banish from the fairyland of childhood the beautiful myth of Santa Claus is an enemy to the human race. The spirit that would shatter this cherished hope of twelvemonth, this bright ray of joy reflected through the vista of the year, that beck ons the tots to the happiest day of their lives and leaves its sweet memories of full stockings and enchanted dreams, does not measure up to the full breath of Christian citizenship. Rather let us perpetuate this delightful mystery of the ages and by our works decree that the children’s patron saint shall not know the proud portals of the rich from the humble hovels of the poor. “May we—all of us—enter Into the spirit of the season with hearts at tuned to the beautiful lesson that it neuleate*—making others happy. ‘God bless us every one.’ ” —Christmas Flour at W. J. Wilkins k Company. MEDITATIONS OK THE FLIGHT OF TIME CHANGES IT BRINGS TO THE HUMAN FAMILY. Christmas Upon Us Again and The Memories. It Awakens Origin of t e Custom of Giving. Blacksburg, Dec. 20.—“Tempus fu- git et cum tempore mutamus.” (Time flies, and with it we change). Never was a truer assertion made, than this one. How rapidly time has flown! Days have passed into weeks since my last writing; the numerous changes which have taken place in our home, having been the cause of my silence—together with my nurs ing a severe cold. I am somewhat improved but have not yet entirely recovered. Quietness reigns again, the nup tials of my last brother having been celebrated in the last week, some sensation was created. Mother and myself are left alone. It is the Sabbath day—should my conscience reprove me for this meth od of observing it, which otherwise should be spent alone? All the house hold have gone to attend divine ser vices. In my moments of meditation, involuntarily, my thoughts drifted to the Sabbath and I reioiced that the day has been sent down on earth; thinking, the higher we go the nearer we come, I trust, to the eternal Sab bath. Somehow all nature seems to be in touch with my mood of musing. Far out to the distant horizon nothing is to be seen but a sea of snowy clouds, which wholly overshadow the earth and hide the sun from view’. Vast, solid, and of the most perfect white ness. they stretch on every side, forming, as they lie in thick masses, between which not a crevice is dis cernible, an unbroken curtain, divid ing the heavens from the earth. This scene comes to me in comparison to many of us human beings. Many hearts are weighed down and over shadowed by thick and impenetrable darkness. Seeing the wide fissure gradually disclosing itself, as the hitherto solid mass of clouds separate on either side; just so, the clouds will vanish and the light be revealed to those in darkness, if we pursue the true course in search for it. While wholly occupied with these and similar musings, the mood for writing was inspired in me. In speaking of the Sabbath, it re calls an amusing conversation I retut of between two persons. A New England clergyman was taking breakfast one morning in a hotel in a little western town. A rough old fellow approached him and asked: “Goin’ to the races, strang er?” The clergyman replied: “I don’t expect to.” “Goin’ to the ball game?” “No.” “Well, where are you going?” “I’m going to church.” “Where do you come from?” “New England.” “Oh, that explains it. That’s where they keep the Sabbath and every other thing they can lay their hands on.” What is considered by all children to be the most important event in their lives each succeeding year—the time of “Peace on earth, and good will toward men”—will soon take place. To those with kind and loving parents, relatives and friends, it is in deed deed a most happy event. All of us can look backward to the days when for weeks previous to Christ mas, our sleeping hours were filled with dreams of dear old Santa Claus, and our days were filled with pleas ant anticipations and expectations. While to many these memories have been obliterated, yet with a full realization of all hap^'ine 0 '? H brln 0 "’. —we should try to extend it to others. The bestowal of Christmas g!*s, so a legend tells us, was a custom in augurated in memory of gold, frankin cense and myrrh presented to the in fant Jesus by the wise men from the East who, carrying many treasures, “set forth upon their journey Mth exceeding great joy.” Ah! that the spirit of love and devotion which prompted that. Christmas gift, might live on in the world! Bui alas! in f o the usage, during these many cen turies, have crept motives that are mercenary, selfish and hypocritical. Many of us do not send gifts with the true spirit, but because we think it is expected of us. I hope as we grow older the Christmas message will stow stronger and more distinct; with each year, the peace on earth brings more of calm, more of solace; and the good will to men brings a greater Inspiration to broad charity and kindly deeds. The old year 1908 is almost gone. How grateful we should be that the fleures were not carved on the mar ble over our dust. They have been graven thus on many a tablet, among them, over some friends very dear to us. Then when we have no assurance that we shall behold the end of the year 1909 with our mortal eyes, how should we enter upon it? I answer thoughtfully, prayerfully, gratefully, hopefully. Each of us has a birthday which we observe with more or less ceremony. On that day probably even the most thoughtless of us has a touch of serious realization that “today I am one year older.” And we feel a little more responsible than we did before —a little more inclined to indulge in ideals and to live up to them. New Year’s day is a sort of univer sal birthday we may celebrate to gether in a common spirit of festivity and fraternal good will. And it is also a birthday for wagon loads of new resolutions. The groans and squeaks of the “water-wagon” are loudest at this time, the cigarette market suffers a paralytic slump; the vocal dictionary of “cuss words” endures a severe con traction. All this is as It should be. Let us not smother our good New Year’s resolutions because the profes sional paragrapher of the newspapers and the funny man of the comic pa pers makes them a target for annual gibes. Keep on reslving just the same—and then stick to it. We are told that “there is a season for all things.” Happily, New Year’s day comes in winter when there is time for its joyous celebration around the family hearthstone—and also leisure for the seasonable meditation necessary to bring to the surface of our minds the noble impulses and de sires to which we may give practical force and effect by the brave determi nation to crystallize them into living acts; and when our moral capacities are stronger and more alert under its energizing influence than when we are sweltering under the enervating heat of mid-summqr. Let as many of us who will, resolve to keep a diary of our lives during the year 1909, and note if the daily records will not prove an inspiration for more deter mined efforts to higher and nobler deeds. While writing this I am not failing to begin my reforming with self, be cause I belong to that class of persons who are conscious of their short-com- ings. Did I not fall so far short of accomplishing just what I should, I could not know so well how to write of the errors of human beings. I hope to improve in e/ery respect, to forget the spoiled part of the past, and live for a brighter future. I cannot re frain from feeling a degree of ecstacy at the approaching of “Yuletide,” wondering what the time will reveal to me. With the passing away of 1908 leap year dies. What woman has ever availed her self of the privilege of proposing in leap year? Nevertheless, it is inter esting to discover whence the idea arose. "Her maist blessit majestie, Mar garet” decreed in the year 1288 that during her reign every maid of Scot land, whether of hirh or low degree, should speak to the man she loved. If he were not betrothed already he must marry the maid or pay 100 pounds. Queen Margaret died, and the women were then clamorous for this strange privilege to continue. To appease them an act of parliament was passed allowing the maidens to make their proposals everv fourth year. “Ben Hope,” I trust that for you. as well as myself, the New Year has in store that material which shall en able you to reach the summit of your ambitions. Isn’t It a blessing to rea lize instead of anticipate, that one is independent? N Merry Christmas! merrv Christ mas! Christmas greeting to all every where; I leave you now with wishes bright for a glad New Year! “Lucile Lee.” Sunday Evening Meditation. I will endeavor to put into words a few thoughts on today’s sermon, and to word a’few wishes that may materialize from the efforts of such men as the Rev. Mr. Guy. We were highly gratified to listen to a most eloquent and timely dis course at Goucher Creek this morning by Mr. Guy—it sounded like a first- class sermon from a fearless, earnest and gifted Methodist preacher, and I was almost templed to say “Amen” to several sentences in his sermon; but as the good deacons sat silent I thought a Methodist should not be presumptions. Mr. Guy certainly handles the sins of professing Christians in the right manner, and I wish tlu r.rh r. ser mon could have been preached from a thousand pulpits today. His text was from 2nd chapter of Luke, and 11th verse—a Christmas discourse. He told how Christmas should be ob served by Christians and how some professing Christians celebrated the event. Mr. Guy, of the Baptist church, as well as Mr. Owen, of the Method ist church, realizes the great truth that it is not outside pressure but in ward rottenness that hurts the pros perity of our churches; and I do hope and pray that these two brethren will go forward in the good work in our community until the whiskey devil shall have been driven from our midst, and that they will have the roll of membership in their churches pure, and if needs be, so few that when each name is slowly called no saint or sinner can truthfully say, “That name has a tally on a jug handle in the express office at Paco- let or Gaffney.” Yet, these old red nosed topers, and even younger church members, too, may possibly have tneir hands Indirectly stained with the blood of the murdered, that now is hardly cold, and cries mightily to the God of justice for retribution. N. G. L. This i* Worth Reading. Leo F. Zelinski, of 68 Gibson St., Buffalo, N. Y., says: “I cured the most annoying cold sore I ever had, with Bucklen’s Arnica Salve. I ap plied this salve* once a day for two days, when every trace of the sore was gone.” Heals all sores. Sold under guarantee at Cherokee Drug Co. 25c. —Christmas week they are only 6 cents straight, those regular 10 cent Official Seal Cigars at Gaffney Drug Company's only.