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Now Is The Time to Get Printing We please particular folks with our work because we're "on to the job." Our printing| bespeaks individuality. It's superior because of the excel lent type faces which we've installed. We make a specialty of high class work. ss It's Been Handed to Us that we are expert printers. That we've had handed to us for 78 years. Holding Down our Record and we are going to hold it as long as we do printing. It's a record worth while. Won't you try us on your next order? Come in and let us show you samples of work that we've done recently. If you are going to need job work any time soon, now is the time to have it done, in order to avoid the rush later on. You will get better work by doing this. We've Been Jobbers for 78 Years And we're Still Jobbing. The Edgefield Advertiser, mm mm BREAKING IT TO SAM By GEORGE BINGHAM. "Allie, I'm goin' to ask you once more to marry me. I've got a farm over yonder In that river-bottom. There's a house there! it's well fitted up for me and yon-not for mo and somebody else." "Sam, I know you have waited for sae and I couldn't decide, but now I have decided; I'll go and be your wife, ni go." "When will it be, Allie? Tonightr "No, not tonight-but the next day after Thanksgiving." Sam waa happy and went to his borne. . . . The moraine was cold, and the big flakes of snow drifted through the keen air and settled on the frozen ground. R was Thanksgiving and the day was good for killing bogs. - Before sun-up Dock Hill Built fires under the big kettles down in the horse lot and the neighbors came over to help him The neighbor women wrapped shawls aground their heads and flocked to the house to assist Dock's wife in preparing the big din ner. That morning Sam went across the field to Dook Hill's. When he arrived there other men were standing around the roaring fire built between two large logs, upon which rested the scalding kettles with dirty-looking water. Sam came through the patch of weeds and climbed the rail fence. "We're waitin' fer you. The water's gettin' hot," some one called. Then this same person in a lower tone spoke to those around him: "I wonder if he's he er ed the newe yet? I wonder how he's goin' to take lt?" "You tell him, Jim." Jim Carpenter spoke up, *?am, have you heerd the news?" "No, whut ls lt?" "Why, didn't yon heer about Allie and Ben Tillman running away last night 7" 8am never moved-but his face changed color, changed from a healthy red to a sickly pale. "Dock, I don't reckon I can help you today. I'm not feelin' good," he said. Sam went toward hiB home over ID the Cumberland river bottoms and after he was out of hearing one of the men spoke up: "Say, Sam don't seem to keer a durn if Allie did run off with that other feller, does he?" An old man fanned the smoke away from hie face and answered: "Young feller, you can't allus tell when a man's heart has been hurt. Sam's one of them men that can't be seen into. You can't see the real Sam by looking into his face. He's one of these quiet sort of men. A better one never lived." Sam Williams went to his home and j saddled his horse. Slowly down the ! road he started with an ashy face aud eyes that looked at nothing. His horse j took him to the nearest village where whisky was sold. Late that afternoon he came back. His horse was in a dead rm, and its rider, with a long pistol in one hand, started the people living in sight of the road with shotB and wild whoops. "Well-did-you-ev-er!" an old woman exclaimed. "If that ain't Sam Williams. Who'd a thpught it? Never saw him that way before, and I kaln't I believe my old eyes now." When the darkness of that day came the wind settled, the air grew softer, and snow began falling. Dock Hill opened his front door r.nd looked out into the darkness. "Hit's jest peppering down snow. I'll bet the woodpile is covered up in the morning. Don't believe I ever Beed it snow BO brisk. Hi, whuts that big light I see over to'ards Sam Williams' house. Gimme my hat, I'm gone; Sam's house is afire!" Away across the hills toward the river bottom a huge light made a hole in the darkness. Dock drew near to the house of Sam Williams and saw the red fi?mes and spark-laden smoke rise up in the night, and heard the roof of the house falling. Nearly breathless he ran up, and there on the yard fence he saw Sam Williams sitting with a gun in his hand. "Go back borne, Dock. This is my house and I've got a right to do aa I Uko. Go back, go back." After the fire in the building waa beyond control of anyone who might want to interfere, Sam took his horse from the stable, started a fire in the large hayloft and galloped away down the road on hiB steed. There are peo ple in this community who heard the hoofbeats of Sam's horse as he swept down the road that night, but there are none who have seen him since. (Copyright, by Dally Story* Pub. Co.) They All Read Alike. "The average novel is insipid," said James L. Ford, the noted critic, at a dinner. "I was taking tea one afternoon in Washington square, when my hoBteBB suddenly turned to her parlor maid and cried: "'Oh, Marie, horrors! What have you done with my new novels?' " 'I just gathered them from the two tables, ma'am, to make room for the tet service,' the maid answered, 'and I piled them all together on this commode here.' "'Perdition!' my hostess cried. .What am I to do now? Didn't you know, Marie, that the booka on the small table I'd read, while those on the large one I hadn't? Now they'll all be mixed up, and I'll never know which are which I"* REAL HEARTFELT GRIN By CECILIA HAMBURG. Miss Pearlie Fattershall thoughtful ly fluffed out the waves of hair on the right side of her head and turned to get the effect. "Do you like this sweet sixteen style on me?" she inquired of the stenographer from across the hall. "The bride wore hen this way, and I thought I'd try lt Do you know it's upsetting to have a bride thrust into the family so suddenly. I've been with the William Pye firm so long that it affects me just as much as though the Pyes were relations! "What William Pye, Sr., has been through since he first got that tele gram ls enough to finish a man half his age. The wont of lt ls that I believe he JE discovering that all bis emotion was unnecessary. He was dictating to me when the news came and be just stared at the slip of pa per and turned heliotrope. 'Me son!' he stuttered. 'Willie-he's married!' " 'Last row of the chorus?' I asked, real sympathetic " 'I-I believe so,' he said, kind of wild. 'Willie says she is a beautiful girl and has given up her stage career, for him!' "I groaned, I was so sorry for Mr. Pye. "When they give up careers,' says I, 'you may expect the worst. Especially when they make the bluff on account of any one like Mr. Wil liam-er-that ls-' /"Shell ruin him!' Mr. Pye cried, sort of desperate. 'All she married him for is my money, of course! My poor boy, you don't realize what you've got into!' Then he grabs his hat and hustles home to break the news. "Of course we were all crazy to get a glimpse of her when they blew In from their wedding trip, me keeping track of the affair in a way because Mr. Pye dictated letters to me and was so broke up he had to talk to somebody. He always spoke of Bill as though Bill were the dear departed and he seemed to have forgotten the path Bill had burned clear across Chi cago when he was supposed to be set tling down to business in the office. " 'William was such a good boy at heart' says father, signing the letter I put before him. 'He always meant well. Just a little boyish frivolity, Miss Fattershall. Perfectly natural!' . " 'Yes, sir,' I agrees. 'Mr. William was sure a great frivoler!' "'And to throw away all his pros pects!' he kept on. 'To tie himself down for life to an empty head, a drug store complexion and a schem ing, selfish nature! It's enough to break a father's heart, Miss Fatter shall !' " 'It is that,' I agreed, almost cry ing myself. 'I'm of a terribly sensi tive nature. "The next morning after the bridal couple reached town who should blow into the office one minute after I had arrived at eight but Bill himself. " 'Good morning, Miss Fattershall,' he said, briskllke, not noticing how my jaw bad dropped, and that the office boy was supporting himself against the files sort of feebly. He beaded for bis mahogany desk that had stood vacant for months, just as though he was actually acquainted with it, and rang for the head 6ales> man. "He kept up the galt all day and the next and then some. Mr. Pye, Sr., was just as overcome as the rest of us and spent three-quarters of his time staring at Bill, who wore a heavy business frown and took only fifteen minutes for lunch. "We were all stunned with aston ishment till one day the bride dropped In. I bad expected a languid blonde In a moleskin coat who would request some one to breathe for her-but not Mrs. Bill. She was about as big as a minute and pretty as a peach. " 'William,' she says to her husband, '111 let you off fifteen minutes before closing time today for good behavior and you may take me out somewhere for tea. But if you leave any work unfinished you've got to get down earlier tomorrow morning to catch up!' "*Y?s, dear,' says Bill, real quick and sort of tickled to death. 'I'll come if you say so!' "All of us sat paralyzed, staring at the door through which she had led him. Then we all heaved an undei standing sigh. I wish you could have seen William Pye, Sr.'s, face as I caught a glimpse of it just then-! never knew what a real heartfelt grin was before, honest] "-Chicago Daily "I'll Let You Off Fifteen Minutes." News, Round Trip Excursion Fares From Edgefield, S. C., Via Southern Railway. (Premier Carrier of the South.) $22.75 Philadelphia, and return ac count emancipation proclamation (colored) Sept. (1-30,1918. Tick ets sold August 30th and Sept. j final limit len days after date of sale. |$10.5u Knoxville, Tenn, and re turn, good in coachen only. $7.20 Knoxville. Tenn, andreturn good in coaches, pirlor or bleep ing cars, pullman charges addi tional. Account national conser vation exposition, Sept 1-Nov 1, 1913. tickets sold daily Aug. 30 to Nov. iBt good 10 dates from date. 16.45 Savannah, Ga. and return, ac count meeting Mystic Shrine, Alee Temple, tickets sold Sept. ll-12th. good until Sept, 15th. $7.05 Chattanooga, Tenn, and re turn, account annual encampment grand army republic, Sept. 15 20th, 2913. 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Poor Boys Who Became Presi dents of the United States. John Adam?, second president, was the son of a grocer of very moderate means. The only start be had was a good education. Andrew Jackson was born in a log hut in North Carolina, and was reared in tue pine woods for which the state is famous. James K. Polk spent the earlier part of his life helping to dig a liv ing out of a new farm in North Carolina. He was afterward clerk in a country store. Millard Filmore was a son of a New York farmer and his home was a humble one. He learned the business of clothier. James Buchanan was born in a small town in the A.leghany moun tains. His father cut the logs and built the house in what was then a wilderness. Abraham Lincoln was the son of a wretchedly poor farmer in Ken tucky, and lived in a log cabin un til he was 21 years old. Andrew Johnson was apprenticed to a tailor at the age of ten years by his widowed mother. He was never able to attend school, and picked up all the education he ever had. Ulysses S. Grant lived the life of a village boy, in a plain bouse on the banks of the Ohio river until he was seventeen years of age. James A. Garfield was born in a log cabin. He worked on the farm until he was strong enough to use carpenter's tools, when he learned the trade. He afterward worked on a cai al. Grover Cleveland's father was a Presbyterian minister with a small salary and a large family. The boys had to earn their living. Notice of Final Discharge. To All Whom These Presents May Concern : Whereas, A.D. Tim merman has made application unto this Court l for Final Discbarge as Guardian ia re the Estate of Alma Tiramerman and Alfa Timmerman deceased, on this the 15th day of Angust 1913. The<e Are Therefore, lo cite any and all kindred, creditors, or parlies interested, to show cawse before me at my office at Edgefield Court House, South Carolina, on the ?2nd day of September, 1913 at ll o'clock a. m., why said order ol' Discharge should not be granted. W. T. Kinaird, J. P. C., E. C., S. C. August 15, 1913. 8-2-5t. Despondency. Is often caused by indigestion and constipation, and quickly disappears when Chamberlain's Tablets are taken. For sale by all dealers.