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t '-4 Landrum B .X 01* inf I The Farmers’and Merchants’ Bank, OF AIKEN, 3. C. Every accommodation extended to customers, conelsten with safe, conservative Banking. Accounts of small merchants and farmers a spe- I cialty. W s take care of our customers. Correspondence invited, or call in to see us] when you want loans on Warehouse receipts.| liken Jtofkt The Farmers’ and Merchants Bank. OF AIKEN, 3. C. CAPITAL STOCK $50,000. President, J. P. McNftir. Vice President, IL W. McCreary- Cashier, B. Monroe Weeks. YOUR ACCOUNT SOLICITED. WE WANT YOUR BUSINESS. Arthur 1\ Ford, Editor and Proprietor. AIKEN, S. C., MONDAY. NOVEMBER 19, 1906. Established ltt81. Price 81.50 a Year, in Advance.. ON THE MOUNTAINS. They hail niisee'l him in the valley, they were crom.-hipg in a hollow, They were sheep without a shepherd, they were few. Said 1 ho voungest to tlie eldest: "\\'e must find him—we must follow, We must follow, follow, follow till we do.” Siid (he eldest lo the .vounee.st: ’“Lo! I know the road lie'., taken, lie is waiting where the pile he lighted hurn.,, His word is on my spirit and my faith is still unshaken; Wc must follow, follow, follow till he turns.” Said the youngest to the eldest: ‘‘Listen, listen. (•) my brother, Lo. the tire in the valley has gone out. But up among the mountains he has light ed him another. We must follow, follow, follow, we must shout.” Said the eldest of them, angered: "Lo, (he stripling has been drinking.” But the youngest only curled his pleas ant bps— “He is watching on the mountains where the sun he loved is sinking, We must follow, follow, follow where it dips.” So they sought him down the valley, arm in arm in friendship linking, And they stumbled on the ashes in the dark, But they found him on the mountains where the sun he loved was sinking, With his fingers spread to shield a new born spark. And he laughed them out a promise, those abandoned in the hollow, “There are other (lames and other suns beside; But to know them you must follow—you must follow, follow, follow.” So they followed, followed, followed till ♦hey died. —Westminster Gazette. Detective , Dorothy. By PRISCILLA LEONARD. "Nine of Dave Harper's chickens Were stolen last night, so I. hear,” said Dan, coming in with the wood one pleasant summer morning. ‘‘The raids are geting pretty near home. Dot! ” Dorothy looked up from the cook ing stove. ‘‘Yes, I’m expecting the thieves,” she said. ‘‘They're coming to this corner of the township, of course. My white Leghorns aren't any safer than other people’s chick ens. But,” and she straightened her slim seveuteen-year-old figure with a lift of her sn.**!! head, ‘T’ve thought out a plan if they do come.” ‘‘Burglar alarm?” suggested Dan, with brotherly contempt. ‘‘They cut the wires of the one at. Allen's be fore taking the chickens. They’ve poisoned three dogs, so Bruce would be of no use. What can you do, when every farmer round has been beaten so far?” ‘T’m not planning to keep them from taking the chickens,” replied Dorothy, mysteriously. ‘‘They're bound to do that. My idea is dif ferent. You needn't laugh! It is an idea—only I don’t know whether it will work or not, until after—” ‘‘After they steal the chickens?” said Dan, laughing. “What good will it do then, Dot? Girls aren’t a bit ‘‘Lofs^of things have *0 be theory- before they’re practice,” returned Dorothy. "Wait and see.” That afternoon Dar heard a great cackling and commotion among the chickens. Dorothy was treating them to “some of her notions,” as her brother expressed it. “You’ll have complexion washes for those pullets of yours next,” he said, teasingly, looking in on her as she stood beside a pail of some sticky, taint-like substance, dipping eacn Leghorn's legs in it, amid of chorus of prote.-.ting clucks and squawks. “What is it? Tar? A specific for loss of appetite, and keeps the feath ers from falling out, I suppose? But it looks bad. Dot, to turn t*hose in nocent and inexperienced chickens to blacklegs, even If it does keep them frtrs^jjnving the pip.” “It won’fc^fY-Hijijn,” said Dorothy, methodically and bu^Vy..catching and dipping the Leghorns. They were plump, pretty creaTwo^s, the best flock, although a small one'," in the neighborhood. Dorothy had taken infinite pains with them, as Dan knew, and kept every remedy and mixture on the market for them. The meanness of the chicken thieves came over him as he saw his sister among her petted hock. “I declare, those fellows ought to be shot, stealing honest people’s chickens!” he cried, warmly. “If they steal mine tomething will happen,” said Dorothy. She set down the last Leghorn pullet to shake out its ruffled feathers and walk off on its Minorca hued legs. ‘It will happen to the hens, not to the thieves, I’m thinking. In an other \ eek, Dot, you’ll probably not have a chicken left to try toilet prep arations on. Cassandra was 110 chicken herself—I’m not sure that she ever saw a chicken—and I’m not dressed for her part, but I’ll be Cas sandra on this occasion. 1 prophesy- disaster, and I have faith that my prophecy is the true Cassandra kind! ” It certainly was. Two mornings later the chicken yard lay desolate— not one cherished Leghorn left. There were wagon tracks in the lane, in the soft places left by the rain. But they told nothing, and were soon .ost on the beaten highroad. A piece of newspaper was found near the gate. But it was only a scrap of the local paper, the Warrendale Gazette, and had no identifying mark whatever. “Dan,” said Dorothy, “will you let me have the light buggy and Rex?” "What for?” "Never mind.” "Don’t you want me to go along?” "No, thank you.” Dorothy disap peared into the house. She drove off five minutes later with a mysteri ous box, carefully brought out and packed under the seat by her own bands. “I’m going to take dinner at Cous in Mary’s, in town,” she said, and Dan was left to conjecture her errand as best he might. Of two things, : owever, he felt equally sure. One was that she was after the chicken tnieves; the other was that she would not find them. • Dot might as well he going to a sewing circle; but then, it diverts her mind from her loss,” said the young philosopher, and went off to dig the I potatoes. j Young Frank Evans,station master, , ticket seller, telegraph operator and freight and express agent of Milby I Junction, six miles away, thought Dorothy the prettiest girl in the town ship as she drove up to the platform. He had thought so since they w-ent to school together in pinafores. Perhaps Dorothy knew It, too. At any rate, she came to him prepared to rely upon his utmost assistance. “Frank,” she began, as he hitched Rex for her, “do you ship many cratei of poultry from here, or bar rels of dressed poultry?” “Yes, I ship a good many,” said Evans. “Why do you ask?” “I’ve just had all my white Leg horns stolen—forty of them. Every one round here is losing chickens. Now those chickens have to f>e mar keted somewhere—and not around here. It’s fifty miles to the city, which is the safest place to market them. If I stole chickens. I’d freight them down, dressed and packed in barrels. So I thought if anybody round here was doing the thieving— and the thieves, whoever they are, take the local paper, and certainly do know this part of the county as well as their hand — I might ge, h-ln*.- frmn-ymrr “That’s a first rate idea, young man. “But I don’t remember any special shipper of dressed poul try in barrels. The Walter boys pack that way, but I guess we’re not sus pecting them! Mrs. Dixon sends a barrel now and then. So do the peo ple on the Lawrence farm; that’s been an experimental poultry farm for the last year. I hear they report they lost badly through a raid by the thieves two months ago. The Elliotts, over at Orwell, send dressed poultry, too, but never very much. It doesn’t seem ” "No, it doesn't,'' said Dorothy, looking perplexed. “But these chick ens have got to get to market, Frank, somehow. I’ve started to hunt this county over till I find what’s become of them. I guess I’d better drive to the other stations up and down the road. They’d be likely to choose a stupid agent to ship through, so I don’t wonder they keep away from here.” Th«n she flushed at having paid Frank a compliment, and Frank flushed, too, with pleasure, for he knew that his pretty schoolmate never said things unless she meant them. It put him on his mettle. “But see here, Dorothy, why do you have to drive up nnd down the road? What’s the matter with my telegraphing instead? Come in and sit down, and I’ll get you all the in formation you want in half an hour.” So Dorothy sat and listened to the clicking wires, and took some brief notes on a telegraph pad that Frank pushed over to her across the table. “Wagner, at Dor ranee station, says that the Lawrence farm sends a bar rel now and then and a crate occa sionally. The Widow Ransom is the heaviest shipper—sends both crates and barrels. Jones, at Pond station, says Hank Janeway ships a barrel sometimes; so does the Law'reuce farm. The Browns send a crate now and then—white Leghorns and Ply mouth Rocks. Collins, at Pelham Junction, says that Mrs. Robinson ships more than anybody else, but Jim Henry sends a barrel or a crate now and then, and so does the Law rence people—Plymouth Rocks, most ly. King, at Bellevue station, says everybody sends in crates, except a barrel now and then from the Law rence people and Sally Walker.” Frank leaned back and whistled softly. Dorothy smiled and pushed the telegraph pad under his eyes. Five underlinings marked the name "Lawrence” repeated in each of the five reports from Milby, Dorrance, Pond, Pelham and Bellevue. “You clever girl!” said Frank. “You’ve got hold of the right end. No honest poultry farm ever shipped that much to the city, and through live different stations in small lots. But supposing it’s so, how are we go ing to prove it? The man doesn't live who can identify an ordinary white Leghorn hen or Plymouth Rock pul let.” “But the girl does!” cried Dorothy, triumphantly. “Since day before yesterday I can pick out auy one of my forty Leghorns with absolute cer tainty, Frank. I—I dipped their legs, every one of them, in a fast i black that won’t come off, so that 1 could know them again if they were stolen.” Frank Evans lay back in his chair and laughed delightedly, “Dorothy, you always were at the head of the class,” he said, heartily. “But what are you going to do now?” “I’m going to the Lawrence farm,” said Dorothy, unfastening the hitch ing strap. “You mustn’t do that. They might do you an injury. Wait till I can get a constable and a search warrant. You mustn’t go alone, Dorothy. I won’t have it.” “I don’t mind a search warrant,” said Dorothy, with composure. “That is what I brought this for.” She pul'ed out the mysterious box, and disclosed various brightly labeled bottles and packages. “I am Miss Jane Smith, Frank, agent for these poultry remedies, which I am driv ing about the county introducing among Intelligent poultry farmers. I shall get into the Lawrence chicken yards, and come away again without any trouble, thank you. But I should like the constable to be at the end of the lane, ready to come in a little later.” “I’ll get Dick Williams to tend the station,” said Frank, “and drive over with you past the constable’s; and he’ll hitch up and follow us to the Lawrence place, and you can drop me in thejane when we get there. Then I’ll be’right in call. I’ll not have you go alone, I tell you.” “Oh, I shall be glad enough to have you within reach,” said Dorothy, frankly. “I do feel a little queer at the idea of — thieves. But I know they w-on’t suspect me or give me any trouble.” Nevertheless, it was a somewhat timid young agent who hitched her horse at the Lawrence gate, having left a young man down in the lane be hind the hedges waiting for Consta ble Parry’s slow old mare to come along. “I have some very good poultry remedies here,” she began, taking a couple of bottles from her box as a rough looking youth come from round the house. “If your chickens suffer from i*oup, I have a special an tiseptic mixture here which is an un failing remedy. I am introducing also a cholera preventative and cura tive, to be mixed in soft food, and—” “Jim might like that roup medi cine. He fancies them sort of things,” said the lad. “Come this way, Miss,” andJDorothy and her, tlesriK£re_esi T/i£ Pi/liP/T A SONDAV SElRMQN D>Y TTAE: REV* ‘V* * If# IRA W- HENDER^lb THE: PAMOOS-DMNEi Subject: Personal Experience. WjUBaotTeST in the further yITr8, “wncre a ml catching them, one after another, and killing them as if for market. “Hi, Jim,” called out the youth. “I’ll go over, and not bring him out from his work,” said Dorothy, hurrying forward. While she pro duced her bottles and urged her wares, she saw all she needed in the plump pullet that “Jim” held, with its legs showing black against the white feathers. She hurried through her sentences, but the man seemed interested. He had a smooth man ner, but “shifty” eyes. "I’ve got some Brahmas with the roup,” he said. “Guess I’ll try a bot tle or two of that. Got any more with you?” “There’s another bottle in the wag on,” said Dorothy, in a professional tone. “I’ll get it.” She flew back to the gate, and looking down the lane, beckoned in haste to the two men who stood there, waiting im patiently. Then returning with the bottle, she had just handed it over to Jim, when Frank and the constable came upon them. It was rather an exciting scene after that, for not only did Dorothy pick out her stolen Leghorns, dead and alive, but Constable Parry found one or two of his fine Brahmas that he said he could swear to. The roughly dressed youth tried to run. Jim showed fight for a mo ment, but found Frank’s muscular hand on his collar, and thought bet ter of it. In the end the two sus pects were marched to the constable’s wagon, and driven off to the justice’s, while Dorothy followed with one of the marked and murdered Leghorns as the corpus delicti. “He’s only killed ten of mine, Frank,” she said. “But if you and the constable hadn't been there, the other thirty would have been candi dates for the barrel in a few minutes more.” “Don’t give us any of the glory,” said Frank, as he helped her into th« buggy. “We don’t deserve it. It’s the cleverest bit of detective work I ever knew, and it’s all yours. Your chicken trade mark is a stroke of genius, Dorothy. It did the busi ness.” And at the trial, when the whole county were shown to have been •con tributors to the Lawrence chicken yards, and the clever methods of the thieves were exposed, it was still Dorothy’s testimony, first and fore most, that convicted them. “Dot, I take that all hack about your not being practical,” said Dan. “Three cheers for Miss Jane Smith and the great roup mixture'”— Youth's Companion. Poor Henry. “Very probably I'm a stupid chump,” said the reader, “but I must confess I don’t like Henry James’ novels.” “O! you are not necessarily a chump,” replied the critic. ’ The people who don’t like his novels are divided into two classes—those who don’t understand him and those who do.”—Philadelphia Press. Brooklyn, N. Y.—Preaching at the Irving Square Presbyterian Church on the theme, “Personal Experience,” the R.ev. I. IV. Henderson, pastor, took as his text Jno. 4:42: “Now we believe, not because of thy saying; for we have heard Him ourselves, and know that this Is indeed the Christ, the Saviour of the world.” He said: The final proof of the value of the Gospel to the individual lies in per sonal experience. The one test which, above all others, warrants a man to hail Jesus or to deny Him, is that of real knowledge directly acquired. No man is fit to flaunt Christianity as a farce who has not first observed the rules incidental to the living of the Christ life. He is the best advo cate of the beauties of the Christian economy who has been loyal to his Lord’s commands. The consensus of Christians is the result of a common experience. We, as citizens of the kingdom of God, hold fast and together certain for mulas of faith because we have, each for himself, as individuals, found valuable for us those working prin ciples that we maintain. The church universal represents, in its funda mental dogmas, the opinions of myr iad men who have, through *the pro cess of individual experience, reached a common ground of belief. The church catholic is divided upon sec ondary tenets according to the vari eties of secondary Christian’religious experience among men who assert al legiance to the central truths. In the broad sense, all of us who believe in and serve Christ, are Christians be cause we each recognize as a per sonal experience the truths which Christianity asserts to be fundamen tal. I am a Presbyterian and you are a Methodist, not because our views are different at the vitals, but because our secondary experiences are unlike. The Christian Church is an aggregation of men who see Jesus with the same eye and who find in Him and in His power in their lives bonds which link them fast. And any* sect or denomination of Christians is but the congregation of some of the followers of Christ around a secondary tenet that is alive with their own peculiar doctrine, the result of an individual experience, t the bottom of it all the moving inciple is personal^xperience. No laT&ft 'mat n appreciate the genius of Presby- erianism save he who has had the experience common to all who hold that creed. It is a wise thing for a man who honestly differs from his fellow men; it is a sensible thing for a Christian who earnestly and reason ably disagrees with his fellow fol lowers of Christ; to examine his con clusion—that is to say, his creed, his dogma, his tenets, as you will—and determine whether or no they mirror correctly his personal experiences. But. merely because a man finds him self at variance with the world of men about him is no sign that he has misinterpreted his experiences or is wrong. The prophets were perse cuted not because they were wrong, but because they framed from the facts at hand conclusions that the Hebrews did not care to admit as ten able. Galileo got into trouble be cause Ptolemaists thought him crazy. The world was called flat until a dauntless soul declared it round. Luther would never have nailed the ninety-five theses to the door of the church at Wittenberg had he not been true to the truth as he saw it. And these men were, as are many men to-day, dead wrong in their be liefs as measured by the standards of the past. The results attained in all depart ments of knowledge are the outcome of the personal experience of indi viduals. A scientific law may be the declaration by a single man of truth proven out of the records of his per sonal experience, unaided and un verified by the experience of any other man—not infrequently at first it is. But this much is sure: that any law that has the assent of any society is based entirely upon the experiences of individual men who have perceived and been influenced by similar phenomena in their sep arate lives. All the knowledge that we have and afl the laws that we accept at second hand are, at bottom, founded upon the research and personal inves tigation and experience of some sin gle man or some set of men. To say that we accept many truths at second hand in no way injures our argument. All that we receive upon the asser tions of other men is so taken be cause we have faith in the validity of their conclusions as being the di rect result of their personal experi ences. Repetition is never so in spiring or convincing as is the dictum of the first source. And the only value that re-statement has is gained from the personal knowledge out of which it springs. By virtue of the multiplicity of the demands on our time we have to rest much of re ceived truth upon the decisions of other men; but, in the providence of God, we may prove accepted truth if we will in the investigation and the delineation of our own personal ex periences. No man, however, is entitled to af firm or to deny the value of a de clared truth unless he has either met to the full the requirements ot eacn condition or accepted the opinion of some original investigator who has fulfilled all incidental demands. How- silly it would be for a man, untutored and unversed in the sciences, to set up his opinion, without deep and searching investigation, against the declarations of a Darwin, a Tyndall or a Wallace. And on the other hand how- unmanly it would be for a convinced student, who has, after arduous and painstaking effort, reached conclusions at variance with ail the theory of all his masters be fore him, to flinch to state and to stand by the truth revealed to him by God. If, in the realm of science, experi ence shall be held to be the test of value of opinion, how much more necessary will It not be in the sphere of the religious life. It is easy for the scoffer to mock at the joys and the comforts of the Christian life. There is no difficulty for the man who really wants to find men who, after half-hearted service and misin terpreted, misunderstood experiences, pronounce the life within Jesus 3 fraud. But is the cry of the maligner of Christianity legitimr.te and well based? Has anv man a right to dis parage a system of living of which he has no experimental knowledge or of which his sole information is unscientific or fraudulent? Which shall be mightier, the testimony of I the soul which having fulfilled the conditions is satisfied and sure, or the i tale of woe of the charlatan who | never met the measure? But if it is needful to be rich with j experience to deny the grace of the i God blessed life, it is still more neces- j sary to be saturated with a deep, ! Christly, spiritual, personal experi- | ence in order to convince others of its value and to enjoy what Beecher called “its privileges and preroga- tives.” The holy men of Israel knew the beauty of Jehovah and the glory o' a life near to Him because they enjoyed and practiced experimental communion with Him. Jesus pro claimed the majesty of the Father and the loveliness of a God-insph ^d career because He dwelt within the presence of His King. Paul paints the manifold blessings of the Chris tian life because he was a thorough going Christ-man. The Samaritan woman received Jesus as the prophet for whom her heart longed because she had seen Him face to face. And her brethren from the city believed on Christ since she repeated to them her own short, graphic story concern ing the truth she had both heard and seen. There we have it, faith founded on fafct and on fact repeated —that is to say, upon personal ex perience. All preaching and all testimony which strikes home to the heart is the story of the personal experiences. The first principle of a reaching talk is, to simi it up in a sentence, tell only the tellim applh THE riAGNOLIA INN. AIKtN, SOUTH CAROLINA. ^ . FOR THE SEASON OF 1905-1906, A flodern Family Hotel. HEATED BY HOT WATER, AND WITH OPEN FIREPLACES IN ALL ROOMS. ELECTRIC LIGHTS, HOT AND COLD BATHS AND ALL MODERN IMPROVEMENTS. THE BEST CUISINE, AND EVERYTHING THE BEST MAR KETS AFFORD. FOR TERMS, ETC., ADDRESS, HENRY BUSCH, THE MAGNOLIA INN, AIKEN, S. G. Holme Crest Private Boarding House FIRST CLASS HOME TABLE WITH THE BEST COOK IN AIKEN. NO ACCOMMODATION FOR CONSUMPTIVES. E. Willard Frost, Proprietor. UtlOli indi- live, or it this such deny to the of the Gospel blessings by the vidual. The Christ life must be a first-hand, personal experience is useless. You may take your food prepared or predigested as you will. J You may take your knowledge otc the scientific disciplines by rote. Bjat no man can know Christ or enj/oy a rich and enriching spiritual conp- munion within Him who does not live his life within Jesus for himself. “Now we believe, not because of thy saying; for we have heard Him our selves and know that this is indeed the Christ, the Saviour of the world,” said the men of Sychar. And this is, as in the nature of the case it must be, the testimony of every man who will enter or who has entered into the enjoyment of the “privileges and the prerogatives” of the Christian life. No other method of entrance is so satisfactory. No other testi mony from the citizens of the eternal kingdom is so influential and con vincing. No other knowledge is so certificating to the intellect. No other evidence is so soul inspiring. With out a vision of the Christ no man may witness worthily for Him. Blessed with a personal experience we may lead the multitudes to God. A Christian who is devoid of a per sonal experience with the presence and the personality of Jesus Christ is a paradox. Strictly speaking there Is no such thing as a Christian life apart from the immediate influence of the Lord Jesus. We might as well cal! a man a sinner and without the pale of the kingdom of God, as we have it in the economy of Jesus, as to call him a “nominal Christian.” We speak of nations as nominally Chris tian because we do not wish to he unkind in our terminology. In real ity a nation that is nominally Chris tian is usually a nation that hears no more resemblance to Christ, His plans, riis teachings, His character, than is expressed by the fact that for convenience’s sake and for purposes of international differentiation, w-e so denominate it. The man who hopes to win men with a message that is other than horn of a personal and direct inspira tion from God Almighty is an an achronism. It may have been possi ble at some time in the dark ages of history to win men to Christ by hear say testimony, but it cannot be done to-day. The world wants the mes sage of the eye witness, the report of the man who has heard the truth with his own ears. Humanity desires the testimony of the scientific inves tigator, the man who has tested the truth and has found it real. “Now we believe—because—we— know.” This is the gist of the text and the outstanding truth of that joyous Samaritan day. This is the test of faith. A vote of confidence to the Christians who can say it. Joy unspeakable to the sinning man who finds therein salvation for his soul. If You Want High-Grade Nursery Stock Writs Us. ARLY A HALF CENTURY IN THE NURSERY BUSINESS HAS AC* US WITH THE BEST VARIETIES OF FRUIT TREES, v FO'* Y~ --'^^^•ft^.JLLLl&TRATED CATi / P. J. BERCKMANS CO.. (Inc.) FRUITLAND NURSERIES, Augusta, Ga. / 460 Acres in Nursery. ESTABLISHED 1850 INDUSTRIAL LUMBER CO Manufacturers Of Yellow Pine Lumber. 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