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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.
Or when you strain the babk.
Many complications follow. .
Urinary disorders, diabetes, Bright's *
Isease.
Doan's Kidney Pills cure backache.
Cure every form of kidney ills.
J. W. Powell, proprietor of a genral
store and coal, wood and ice dealr
of Waverly. living at 2010 Bland)g
St., Columbia, 8. C., savs : uMy
>n has been afflicted with kidney and
rinary trouble from childhood, being
nable to control the secretions espeally
when asleep. Since using
>oan's Kidney Pills he has entirely
icovered."
For sale by all dealers. Price 60
?nta. Foster-Milburn Co., Buffalo,
few York, sole agents for the United
tates.
Pamprnhflr th? name?Doan'a?and
ike do other.
Best Healer In tbe World.
Rev. F. Starbiru, of East Raymond,
faine, says: "I have used Bucblen's
.mica Salve for several vears, on my
id army wound, and otner obstinate
)res, and find it tbe best healer in tbe
orld. I use it too with great success
1 my veterinary business." Price 25c
t Speed's drug store.
Cottole
Shor
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oughly modern and hygienic n
just as pure as olive oil. ]
makes palatable, digestible, 1
which will agree with the i
stomach. Lard food on the
inrl will ronap trn
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is persisted in.
Cottolene is Guarai
is case you're not pleased after 1
Never Sold in Bull
keep it clean, fresh and wt
sorbing the disagreeable odot
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THE N. K. FAIRB,
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Effect!
No laxative sold in c
bowel regulator in gen
arrangement of old laxa
new laxative and cathartic
have been carefully pre:
faults have been as skillf
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Or
simply re-establish Natur
whatever. No griping?
tion or sluggish liver the
pative reaction results fr
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Rexall Orderlies are a<
in agreeable tasting, vanil
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ENOUGH
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tens your fo
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iome product. Cottolene is end
il, in a thor- nent cooks and h
lanner, and is country, as well
[t, moreover, profession who n
healthful food food. There is
nost delicate because there is
: contrary, is Cottolene. It star
uble if its use has used it accon
directions will vei
nteed hereby authorize your
grocer to refund your money
having given COTTOLENE a fair test.
g COTTOLENE is packed in pails
- with a patent air-tight top, to|
lolesome; also to prevent it from ab s
of the grocery, such as fish, oil, etc.
re shall be glad to send any houseife,
for a two-cent stamp, our new
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tleness and efficiency. It is
tive and cathartic drugs, but ai
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served in this new laxative, w
ully eliminated.
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derlies
e's functions without any unple;
-no nausea. To sufferers from
it V?rinrr rplief. and n
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om their use. They work qu
of the body is unaware of their ;
> pleasant as they are effective.
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Cornic Finials,
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as by those of the medical
lake a special study of pure
no substitute for Cottolene,
no shortening so good as
ids alone, as everyone who
ling to "
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not a re1
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it the atrongest
ever made. If f
the?e Orderlies
do not benefit '
you,--if you're
not entirely ?atiefied
with them,
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?onng dic?
the empty box
asantness an<j wo wju
constipa- promptly hand ?
O consti- back your monietly,
but Tbeeompresence.
.p la of these new
Ut lip Uxative* given I ij
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