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iMWwcwioarfccwM ccc** t | THE HORSE'S PRAYERf ? To thee, my master, I offer my prayer: Feed me, water and care for me, and, when the day's work is done, provide me with shelter, a clean dry bed and a stall wide en ugh for me to lie down in comfort. Always be kind to me. Tau to me. Your voice oftens mears as much to me as the reins. Pet me sometimes that I may serve you [ more gladly and may also learn to love you. Do not jerk the reins,; and do not whip me when going up! hill. Never strike, beat or kick me when I do not understand what you want.but give me a cbence to under-' stand you. Watch me; and if 1 fail j to do your bidding, see if something is not wrong with nay harness or feet. Do not check me so that 1 cannot have the free U9e of head. If you j insist that I wear blinders, so that I > cannot see behind me as it was in-, tended I should. I pray you to be j careful that the blinders sta?id we'l; out from my eyes. Do not overload me, or hitch me where water will drip on me. Keep j me well shod. Examine my teeth when I do not eat; 1 mny have an ulcerated tooth, and that, you know, j is very painful. Do not tie my head in an unnatural position, or take away my best defense ?/ainst flies and mosquitoes by cutting off my I tail. I cannot tell you wnen 1 am thirsty. so tove me deaj. cool water often. Save me. by all means in your power, from fatal disease?the glanders. ? cannot tell you in words when I am watch me, that by signs you may Know my I condition. Give me all possible shelter from the hot sun and put a blanket on me, not whe-i I an working but when I am standing in the cold. Never put a fros .; bit in my mouth; first warm it by holding it a moment in your hands. I try to carry you and your burdens without a murmur, and wait patiently for you long hours of the day or night. Without the power to choose my shoes or path, I sometimes fall on the hard pavements which I have often prayed might ? not be of wood but of such a nature aa to give a safe and sure footing. Bemembe: that I must be ready at any moment to lose my life in your service. And finally, 0 my master, when my useful strength is gone, do not turn me out to starve or freeze, or sell me V4> some cruel owner, to be slowly t rtured and starved to death; bat do tliou, nay master, take my - - * - - - _ .1 life in the kindest way, ana your God will reward you here and hereafter. You will not consider me irreverent if 1 ask this in the name of Him wno was born in a stable. Amen.?Progressive Farmer. ? HORSES DIE FROM STAMPEDING. Many Die Daily at Camp Jackson From Pneumonia. Camp Jackson has experienced a tremedous loss of valuable horses in consequence of the stampede one night last week when 1,000 of the ani mals tore through the corrals and i scattered widely over Richland county. Whether all have been recover-1 ed can not be determined. A couple of thousand others did not break through the stockades that night, hut having become nervous from the stampede of the other orrnnn miilfvi all nieht. Bonfiers and every other known device to check the frightened animals in their mad career through their corrals were resorted to without avail. The horses ran in circles throughout the night In censeq lence hundreds of the horses immediately developed acute pneumonia. An average of about 20 have died daily since the stampede and 700 very sick animals are now bein>r treated at the veterinary hospital ?The State. \ Sac# Oils! Seed Oats! JO'/5 Red Rust-Proof Seed Oats at lowest prices for cash. Bring your wagon and carry back a load of Seed Oats. 9-27-tf Odom & Dennis. Wbeoever You Need a Qeoeral Toole Take Grove's The Old Standard Grove's Tasteless chill Tonic is equally valuable as a General Ton:c because H contains the well known tonic properties of QUI NIN E and IRON. It acts on the Liver, Drive.' eat Malaria, Enriches the Blood anc up the Whole System. SO cents a >. v A \ ' A Conjuring With Cupid i A Plan That Produced the Defired Result By CLARISSA MACKIE. "It if, purely a business arrangement," said Mr. Ashbee, the lawyer, pecking at his desk blotter with a penholder. "Your Cousin Nahum merelv desired to reunite two brancleo of hi9 family which had long been separated by a senseles* feud. It is only a matter of circumstance that you, Miss Cedelia, and your cousin many times removed, Oliver Craig, are the last members of your respective families, and you cannot overcome the fact that Xahum Meade left a perfectly valid will, and you cannot evade the responsibility he has placed upon you in making you half owner of the Meade Boiler works." Cedelia Meade listened impatiently to the lawyer's prosy discourse. When he had concluded her red lips parted in protest. ''Suppose both are dissatisfied?" demanded Couclia. "Then the entire estate goes to the Railroad hospital," said the lawyer bluntly. "What a bother to be poor," sighed Cedelia. "and have to rccept such unreasonable terms'! Vith all due respect to ray Lousra i^anam, wnom I never set eyes upon, it seems to me that he was more deeply concerned in reuniting estranged branches of his family than he was in the actual good his money might do. Fm tired of teaching -school, and the idea oi a long vacation appeals to me, but I much prefer the sound of surf breaking on the ocean's shore than to listen to the noises in a boiler factory." "Mi. Meade had his peculiarities, and tu;s letter of personal instructions, of which a copy has gone to Oliver Oreig, outlines his most flagrant one." Mr. Ashbee gave Cedelia a folded paper, and while she read it he retired behind a newspaper, as if for protection from the storm that might follow. There was an ominous calm on Cedelia's side of the room, and when the little lawyer dared peep around his paper fortification he 6aw Miss Meade sitting pale and wide eyed and oTf>opdinorlv wrathful and JV) he dodged back again out of sight. "The very idea," breathed Cede!ia at last?"the very idea of Cousin Yahum embodying such a restriction in this matter? You know the contents of this letter, I suppose, Mr. Ashbee?" Mr. Ashbee lowered the newspaper and bowed his head. iCi read it after Mr. Meade had written it," he acknowledged. "He could not have been in his right mind to thus insult somebody whom he had never even seen." And then, referring to the letter, Cedelia quoted scornfully: " In case a marriage should be arranged be ? o - v twecn my estimable cousins, and there is no reason to believe that this might not happen even if they meet each other for the first time amid the din of their boiler factor}, then, and only then, may they dispose of the factor}' property. Otherwise the property must be worked to the best advantage, and in the event of the death of either or both of the legatees the property will pass into the possession of the railroad hospital. But because I feel positive that Cupid is hidden in that boiler factory I am making a special bequest to the Railroad hospital.'" After Ceaolia had taken her stately self awd}T from the lawyer's office Mr. Ashboe humped himself over some neglected papers and smiled grimlv. "I told Xahum Meade that - ?'-?- -u i L-i 1:1._ a crusxy oiu uucueiur uac uiuibcu ? had better not conjure with love or | Cupid or anything of that sort. Let j well enough alone, I say, and I ought to know \** Mr. Ashbee was | a baebelor, too, and knew whereof he spoke. There came a glorious October morning when OcutVa Meade was j obliged to take her plate as treasur-1 er of the Meade Boiler works. A j handsome private office was assigned j to her by the obsequious superin <vn<toTi+ \fr .lamoc xrhrt flRsnrpd hp* that it was Nahum Meade's own 6nnctum and had been reserved for her use by Oliver Craig, who had been elected president of the company ar a meeting where Cedelia was represented by Mr. Ashbee. Cedelia removed her hat and gloves and sat down in a giddily revolving chair before the great mahogany desk. A row of electric push buttons were ranged beside her desk. Over each one was a tiny card bearing the name of some slave of the button who would appear if she touched it. "Miss Smith"? that would be the typewriter girl; "Mr. James," the superintendent; "Willie"?that must be the office boy who was diligently reading the morning paper outside her door. Cedelia's head ached, and the din and clamor of the riveters resounded across the big yard that divided the office building from the foundry. She was surveying the framed photographs of Meade locomotive boilers that hung on the buff tinted walls when there came a tap at her door. "Come in," she said. The door opened and admitted a man tall as Cedelia was herself. He ? J.V. i?j --i. was uie xiauusuiucsi, imm vcucuu had ever seen, with a strong, intellectual face lighted by deep gray eyes. In turn he gazed at Cedelia, who happened to be the most beautiful young woman he had looked upon, and as he parted his lips to address her there fell upon the air the most horrible din imaginable. It sounded as though hundreds of riveters were banging away at a score of boilers, and probably that was the case. Speech was impossible, and Cedelia put pretty white hands up to her snocked ears, and the stranger's handsome brows knitted in a frown. Suddenly it stopped. "I am"? began the stranger, but the noise began again and drowned his words. Three times his voice was lost in the chaos of sound, and then, when the two of them stood helplessly laughing at each other, the din ceased. "We must put a stop to this sort UI ill iuc man ucuuvuj^. "Then you must be Mr. Craig,'' said Cedelia, holding out her hand and quite forgetting all about the Meade-Craig feud. "I am, Mi6s Meade, and I dropped in to see how the treasurer is getting along. If there is anything I can do to help you along?but I'm afraid I don't know much about it myself ?so there!" "I don't know anything and I confess I haven't the slightest desire to," remarked Cedelia. "What does a schoolma'am know about making boilers ?" "What does a poet know?" complained Oliver Craig. "A poet ? Are you a poet T* asked Cedelia, interested at once. He smiled ruefully. "My friends say so, but my enemies declare it is not true." "Oliver Craig?Oliver Craig?ah, Oliver Craigland! That is the name you use?" Cedelia sat up suddenly, her cheeks very pinK, ner Drown eyes shining with delight. As he nodded assent she continued: "Oh, what are you doing here when you can write such beautiful verse? The world needs all of such poetry that you can write!" "Thank you. That is the sincerest praise I have ever received/' he said earnestly. "Funny idea, isn't it?that of a poet working in a boiler factory?" "When they had stopped laughing Cedelia and Oliver Craig had a serious conversation, the result of which was that both the president and the treasurer of the Meade Boiler works decided to employ competent private secretaries who, under the tutelage of the very efficient Mr. James, might take the cares of office from their unofficial hands. Thus the business went on in its methodical, conservative manner, losing nothing, gaining notning. Cedelia was at her desk each day, conferring with her secretary, learning a little more about boilermaking and hating it intensely. One June morning, when, even into the boiler foundry there crept a imell of summer weather, Oliver Craig strode into Cedelia's office, dismissed the astonished secretary and closed the door. "Cedelia." he said, taking her hand9 in his, "I love yon. Will jou marry me and sell the boiler shop and come with me to Arcady ? It is June/' he pleaded. <rWill you come ?" Before Cedelia could answer there arose that frightful din from the foundry. She said something in reply, but Oliver could not hear. Then she looked at him with her loving eyes and in spite cf the clamor of boilers, Oliver had his answer. Scanty Ammunition. Colonel Stark's regiment just prior to the battle of Bunker Hill was quartered at Milford, some four miles distant, and was destitute of ammunition. About 10 o'clock on the morning he received ordere to march, however, each man received a gill cupful of powder, fifteen balls and one flint. As the mnskets were of varying caliber it was necessary to reduce the size of the balls for many of them.?Magarine of American History. Some Quid* "You have been here a long time, I suppose," said a pompous liiglioh traveler to an old hunter in Oregon, who had been acting as his guide. "You bet I have," said the hunter and then, pointing to Mount Hood, he continued: "You see that mountain there? Well, sir, when I first came to this, country that mountain was a hole in the ground."?Pittsburgh Chronicle Telegraph. I The Fre SS will 1 n mm |j kukmuuu oa to | Novembt Kg If you want ? B3 in ant BS : 991 ? . | Fric( 1 TheF K I R 1 [W J. D. 1 m Stables at ft w Avenu( AYi AY AY /Yi /iy CW.iBOSWELL; E. F. M At > To their friends an huve purchased th merly owned by M continue it as an A Store in connection Garage business ui Kingstree IK I ? I This new fir: known Automobile site that of each G Premier Mitchell WS Sgfr A complete 1: in stock at our stoi standard cars. i f. I HFARSFY W'v I U? 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