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s a Sboe Made Especially You may be real fussy about your foot wear?you may have a real hard foot to fit ?your ideas of style may be very plain and ordinary, or you may like an elaborate shoe perhaps you have a tenner foot or some pet spot that has to be favored ? in any event, go to the nearest Craddock dealer and let him fit your foot. , This stuns shoe at our "Aatozraoh''Brand. 32 SO ?X3.00 is Goodyear Welt Sewed; In our College Woman's Walking Shoe. S3.00-M.50-54.00. it equals the best custom make. SOUTHERN GIRL $2.C0?SHOE?$2.50 is made in all leathers, all widths and sizes, on . broad, easy lasts, on narrow lasts with high insteps, with high, low and medium heels, high arch, low arch, etc., etc. We include the best styles Lri our nobby patterns, and also make a number oi-' shoes along plain and simple lines. .With each goes the best of leather, honest making, long wear. See the line at our dealers' store in your town. ? Look for the Red Bell on the Sox CRADDOCK-TERRY CO., Lyncbbqrg, Va. We sell the celebrated Grad dock-Terry Co., Shoes for Men, LaJies and Children. See their advenisement in this paper. The original guaranteed "Hbleproof Hosiery." Each pair gua-anteed for 6 months. Come and see them in the fall styles and weights. You see them advertised in all magazines and papers. Ladies Tailor Made Suits. You are cordially invited to visit this store and inspect the n^w Fall styles ami samples. Garments nade to order and sati*faction guaranteed. The prices are extremely reasonable. We are now showing a large line of new fall dry. goods at % prices that are attractive. > &&&&$>^>Q>^>Q^'><^^ <?v^>?x?^>^xJXS' gxS>-3><Sxs>^xS'<3 xSx8xSxJ^-s^-.^ You, Mr. Farmer, laiking to you. We want your busi ness?need It too. Don'* you think that an enterprise that is Orangeburg County owned should have the call on your patronage? Don't you know that Livingston & Co., are re preaentlves of the only Orangeburg owned Oil Mill in Orange* burg County that is buying seed on the Orangeburg City Mar ket? Get "wise?find out something?It is to your interest. Need C. 8. Meal? Prime, guaranteed 7 per cent, goods? We sell It-?sell it as cheap as anyone on this uipvket?made at Rowesville, S. C. Up to the minute goods, too. Hulls? We have them also?Roweaville made. You, Mr. Farmer, you, the very person reading this?we are talking to pou?are you consistent? You'll get ground In crowds and "cuss" the TRUSTS, and then come Into mar ket with your seed?what will you do with them? De con sistent. Mr. Farmer. We do not represent a mill or combination a thousand miles from Orangeburg? no sir! Every dollar made by the mill we represent la kept here In this county. Think a mo ment?every dollar kept at home helpa?helps you, Mr. Far mer?helps you, Mr. Merchant?helpB every man, woman and child in the county. If you want to know anything about the market?phone us. We'll gladly keep you posted?phone 307 or either one. We will tell you?tell you straight, too. We want your trade?we want it because we, aud the mill we ropresfut need it. Wo nt you help out a home enterprise? Li v Iliu Call to Creditors. State of South Carolina. County of Orangeburg.?In Common Pleas. John H. Dukes. Plaintiff, against J. "W. H. Dukes, et al.. Defendants. All persons having claims agaiu3t the estate of Mrs. Sophia J. Dukes, deceased, are herby required to prove their n-spective demands before the Bndersigued at Orangeburg, S. C, on or hefore the 29th day of November,, 3.910, or be debarred payment. Robf. E. Copes, Judge of Probate, as Special Referee November 7th, 1910. Notice of Dischm^c. On the 9th day of December, 1910, the unJ-Tsigned will file hl3 final account as executor of the last will and testament of Adam Moody, deceased, with the Judge of Pro bate for Orangeburg county, South Carolina, and will thereupon ask for letters of discharge. A. W. Summers, Executor of the last Will and tes tament of Adam Moody, decease 1. -ME WIDOW. Why dV-fat mey put some modern. Improvements on matrimony?" com plained the Widow, with a flip of the spoon with which she was stirring ? rabbit foi the Bachelor. "Some r. hat?"vThe .-Jachelor sat up with a sta?t and then fell back again among the /ariegated sofa pillows helplessly. "Some new wheels to make it run umootbly." explained the Widow, "and uo'me safety-valves for letting off jiteam, and a few up-to-date appliances ifqr comfort and convenience. Every thing else has been mitigated and. im proved. The steam engine wouldn't know its own grandfather and the street cars go at twice the speed'' "?o do the divorce cases," put in the Bachelor. "find instead of gongs we have electric bells" "And instead of love-matches, we nave marriages of convenience''?? \And you only have to put up your hand and the conductor lets you o.'f"? "And you only have to put up the money and the lawyer" "Nonsense!" protested the Widow; with a vehement little stir. "Marriage hasn't been improved or mitigate.- a bit. It runs right along In the same old tracks, with tho same old jogg! wobbly, uncomfortable bumrs. in the same old dust and squalls, to the rarr-p old destination; and if you are normal and conscientious you can't get off until you reach the last station and are worn to a frazzle!" "It's the 'tie that binds,' sighed the Bachelor, resignedly. "The latest thing In Gordian knots, and" ? "It's full of knots," broke in the widow, setting down the plates with a little clatter. " 'Shall hols' end 'ought nots* and?and 'what no:s!' And they're all fastened so tight and hard that most people get raveled out try ing to loosen them." / "Oh, well," rejoined the Bachelor, cheerfully, as he lifted a sticky hit of rabbit on his fork, "nicst people man age to have them CUT?in the divorcp court,'* "Not at all!" retorted the Widow, promptly. "Divorce is a luxury cl the rich, hut. it's the last resort o? the majority. Just think how few divorced people you know compared to the u:ar ried ones v.-ho are going through lifo fumbling hopelessly with the knots and getting snarled up tighter and tighter. I know dozers and dozens of women who ?.re hanging on to matri mony by a mere thread and living in dire terror for fear the thread will break" "And I know dozens and do-.ens of men." sixhed the Bachelor, "who have nothing in common with their wives but Ike dishes and the parlor furni ture" "And dozens and dozens of wives," put in the Widow, "who listen all for a husbsnd's key In the lock, ind then wake up In the morning ?july too thankful If he has come home AT ALL" "And dozens of dozens of husbands -v'ho have to take a bracer before they :an get up the courage to go home at alght?and yet they keep on going aome," finished the Bachelor. "Yes," agreed the Widow, sadly. "It isn't the LAW that binds us together; it's some ingredient that the Lord puts Into matrimony that gets people all mixed up?like the cheese and the ale in a rabbit, so that they can't dis integrate themselves from one anoth er." "I guess it's the love of the dishes!'' exclaimed the Bachelor, with sudden Inspiration. "The?what?" The Widow dropped her fork. "The domestic ingredient." exclaim ed the Bachetor; "the 'homing In istinct' in us all?the tender feeling for darned sock9 and cups with hand les and a street and number to call our own. A dog will st~v with the master who beats him daily In' pre ference to roaming the streets?and ?ve're all something like dog*.*' "Or cats," corrected the WTldow. 'That's it; It's the feeling of belong ing .hat gets hold of us and ties the knot mound our hearts. We all want to 'belong.' We hate being detached. 'To you?" cried the Bachelor, de lightedly. "Then why go on?suffer ing?" "What?" "Why not mitigate our pain by go ing right down to the City Hall and getting?getting 'tangled up'?this minute?" The Widow rose with a weary air and put out her hand. MUST you go, Mr. Travers?" she Inqrired sweetly. "Oh, yes," acquiesced the Bachelor, with a chuckle, "and the beauty of it Is?I CAN!" "What?" "And I don't ever have to come back!'* "Of?of course not," agreed the Widow, with a little frown of wonder. "Becaupe in the tie that binds us"? "There isn't any, Mr. Travers," de clared the widow, hastily. "In the tie of friendship." persisted the Bachelor as he reached the door and stepped wearily outside, "there Isn't any knot!"?Helen Rowland. Their Use. Said He?What good are rich rela tion..': anj way? Said Ehe? Oh. they are all rieh-, when you want something to po;nt to without pride. Th? Fir.VIf? Eun"h. S:::d ? ? V?-s. 1 'anye ;: large num ber r f <?? ?'? rsds in RoeH'y. c;: :,i ?Then you haven't been i? soeii ty long. ?V."' Count Tolstoi. The practical man looked upon Count Stolstoi as a dreamer with exulted but visionary view.-, while the Idealist placed .Mini In the fore front as a man who with most laud able purpose has blessed the world, both by hi? writings and the earnest simplicity of his life. Neither side is altogether right or wrong. That Tolstoi was somewhat impractical In his teaching and habits of life cannot be denied. But it must also be admitted that he took a firm stand for righteousness and freedom, es THE HOME. Dr. A. C. True, director of expert* in iit stations- of the federal depart iicut of agriculture, has de.lned the ueal home as1 ? the pure' source and ui; environment of a vigorous ?!. .iu.ou-1, ibo satisfactory supporter uid enc urager of manhood and wo-' .'.y? ihe sure solace and re-. . i .u age." It certainly ought to* :ii o. this: It coi.ld not well be .Ii... be less. -.vBut bow many . j- ho?.cs. are there? how m3ny .??:.ch are the pure source and happy V irr:::-? cm or n vigorous childhood? low many are satisfactory supporters ..u cnc\. .,iv0u.s ?i u.auli00d aua WO miihood.' how many are the surp ui-e and refuge of.old age? Why v we. an intelligent? an<i civilized i>pjf?; fo~vrrv Tar' from realizing the -est th home life? It certainly is not lecause we do not desire to have ideal omes. It must be, then, because we io not know bow to provide such wintb. And thai, in truth, is the ? ason. What does the great mass of lie Amr -ii-an people know about tl r? est methods of developing vigorous '??ildT-ei:? ''"hai ''os '?? !<now about he great, subject cn which Dr. True u?ctiea' in n.? dci?ij.L .or a "puie our.-e end happy environment" of a 'Igorbus rh'idhbod? What r:o?s it know Lhout making the home the importer ;.;U eii*ouiuaCi* i/i j.i-ou a..u \.o nanhoocl? What does it kcoty of the net hods that would lesd to the home note.':;ion of tho aged? We .have rsucn to learn in our search for hap linc'ss. We ha-Ve raly lately discover-' d that home making is a sciem-e? he greatest science, some say, which j nan or woman can study. We are ry'.ng to teach home rrak'ng in our ??ehocls, but the work has just begun. ?*iity yours ago uien no..iU nave aughed at the one who suggested .bat the home should be conducted on ;c:'enti.fic principles. They would have meered at the person who advocated .he instruction o. our .n homo iccnomics. They wc"ld haV-'fi scorn uily declared that there waa nothing :o be done about a home that coulu tot be done by any woman, wheihei me was possessed of brains or not. jl course it req.urea iutelllgan.-c and raining to maiie a gpoii st< cographei n- bookkeeper of {he average g.rl? 10 man ever dis*j'..r?-d that, bsenuse ii ?oncurus his world. But as for mak l rij- a good home, pshaw! there ,is 3othing to that but getting a wife, a )lace to live and a tew children. Fro nde i he essentials, and tild home nahes itself. We proceeded on this theory until tbout twenty-five year age. Then we jegan to realize, as a psop-le. that vhile we are making great strides in xisiuess and industry a:;d many of he sciences, we arc not providing mrselves with homes that were much if an Improvement over those that >ur forefathers had in tho days when he republic was born. Perhaps our utention was called to the matter by he uprising of factors that threatened he destruction o." the home. The warding house, the family hotel and he . apartment house have developed narvelously within the past few 'ears. Nor have they been supported, iven in a large measure, by single nen and women. Their best and most irofltable patronage has been from amilieB that have become dissatisfied vi I h home life as they knew .it. We ?ame, somehow, to understand that .here was something wrong with the ome. Pioneers in the field of inves igation were not long in establishing .he cause. They charged it, and right y, to ignorance of the bos; me: hod? if home making. They oreached their ,'or-pel far and wide. They are still ireachlng it and thanks to them, the )eople are at last awakening; Tney ire giving thought, perhaps for the irst time in tho history of the human ?ace. to the well-being of future geu .?rations. The old idea that "what is food enough for me is good enough 'or ray children'' is losiug its once -,reat army of supporters. One can tot cling to that tneory new and ex >ect his neighbors to show to him tne es-pect that is due to nuoliigcnce. <*or the intelligent man knows the vorld owes to every child, regardless ?f its parents' conditions, every educa ional ?uivantflsf? that the times nf ord. Thus only may we hope to pro O'oss;. The luiiire of the race is dark ndeed if no child is to be given ad? /antagOi that Its fa.'h^r und mother lid not enjoy. We educate children n order to have better men and worn in than lived in tho va\s when we went to school. We are not so much interested in making them "'quicken %t figures" as we- are in giving th*?m \ better understanding than we have if how to live. When men learn how to live, the millennium will h.ive oome. We are far, far, from it now, but we ?re creeping closer, and line of the best evidences we have of the fact is that just now we are giving attention lo the dlnlcult science of home making j -the science to which the women of the future will devote their lime and 'greatest ei.ergiea -_ Lemon Jelly?One-half box of gela tine soaked in one-hair pint of cold water one hour, add one pint of boil ing water, one aud one-half cups of sugar, three lemons grated, stair! on stove until it boils, pour in moulds and set away to c< :i. Gelatine should always lie .iisscived ir. cold ivnipr as being brought to : hign temperature Is likely to give a st ong flavor. Chocolate for drinking is much hotter if a few hups of v?.:i!',.i an added ju.-?'. before removing irom the stove. countrymen. JIis interpretation of the Sermon on the .Mount, as display ed in his life may not have bo-n the most reasonable, but there is no question as to that life being a con tinuous protest against existing in equalities and Injustice, not only in his own beloved Russia, but In every country on the globe where such ! things are practiced. A woman is'nt necessarily wise be cause she can fool a fool man. BM na na ?mim am The irresistible j . fVju aa< iipa m an w? am He Bat with one arm on the win dow alll, bis ears strained to catca the sound of the waves as they lash ed the rocks. He bad built his cot? tage not far fro.-a the edge of the sea, and j El ways, at night, would he sit ' thus, tho dull roar of the water al most benumblnr his senses with de light, Sometimes be heard it with placid content but more often, pnd particularly on stormy nights, when the thunder of the ocean deadened every other sound, be was filled with an 'nslstent craving to breast Its dan gers on board some sLaunch ship. Kor fears the sea had been his only home, and Its call was within him. To-night Its demand was upon htm greater than ever. Unremittingly It came, at times gentle, coax ing, and then, as if angered b; his unresponsiveness, it became de rlsive and seemed passionately to taunt him with his Inconstancy. At last. In agony, he buried' his face In hip arms and sobbed like a child. His wife came then?a lovely worn tn. gentle of face?and knelt beside tiim. "John," she said, "you had bet ter go." Her last word was a wbisper He started up. shame and amazement struggling for mastery over him. "Laura!" he gasped. "You knew!" "Yes. John," she said softly: "1 have known for a year that, you wish ed to go back to It, but It has never been clear to me what I should do I know now. You must go, dear." "And you and?Path?" he managed to aay. Her eyes closed for a ro ment. Then she looked up and smil ed. He did not notice bow tigbth she gripped the arm of his chair. "I ghall oe happy knowing where you ire. John. And I suppose I shall se? rou, now and then. And Paul"?sbu tried hard to keep her voice from fal tering?"is too young to miss you? very much." The man sank back Into his chair "No, no," he half groaned. "It would &e cowardly. If I loved It a thousand times more, I should not leave you *nd the boy." "Arid do you no longer love us. John?" The wistfulness of the ques tion brought Tears to his eyes, strug gling as he was with a temptation which seemed already to have con quered him. "It Is best to speak the truth, Laura. I do love you both, but I am mad with a desire to go back to the old life. Forgive me. little wom an. " he broke off, his voice pregmnt with contrition, as he noted the de ipalr In her eyes. "Indeed, I cannot help It." Laura .ro-e unsteadily. She seemed to be very tired. "There Is no other way, John. It 1h settled, and you are not to worry about uo." She moved coward the door, and paused there, clutching the knob for support "The Jasper Lane sails to-night, John. 7 heard Ned Lambert say her crew waa ?h?rt, und you know your standing of fer with the skipper. You will have time to see him and get a place. I will attend to your packing." He made no response, and she disap peared Into the next room. Not fully did he realize the turn affairs had taken, but sat In a maze, listening to tier footsteps as she moved to and frc. hurriedly packing his trunk. Of tier own free will she had offered to 'et him go. Could he, as a man. do so? The Jasper Lane did not touch that part of the world more than once a year. For a year he would not see her. the woman in .whose eyes he had once seen heaven. How she loved hl-j! Never, he remembered, had her devotion to him lessened, even for a moment And now he would leave her?with the boy! The thought of the latter made him wince the more. But she had said tbat Paul was too young to miss him. And they wouid be wr!l provided for. Besides, he could write to Laura once a day. aud then perhaps? Again she stood by his side. "Every thing is ready, John," she announced quietly "You have but very little time now. I have wakened Paul that rou might say good-by to him. Come." She laid her hand on his arm. Trem bling, be arose and followed her Paul was sitting up In his crib, dig ging hia little fists In his eyes to keep awake. "You goin' away on boat, faz zer?" he asked, sleepily. "Paul wants to be a man and go away on boat too." "You. see, dear," Laura whispered. "He does not understand." The man stopped and placed the tiny arms around his neck. "Good-by, little son," he said, huskily. "Take care of muzzer, won't you?" The boy nodded cheerfully. hlB eyes brighten ing at the thought of the responsibil ity placed upon him. "Oh, yes, fa* ler, I will." Laura smiled bravely at her son and laid her band on his bright hair. In another moment her husband held her In bis arms. "Good-by, my own girlie?and forgive me." i "Good-by, John." He turned hastily from her, and picking up hia trunk, a small affair, which he swung with easy grace upon hia broad shoulder, he left the room. At the outside threshold he stood ? for a moment and looked back. Laura was kneeling beside Paul's crib, the boy's arnip tight about her neck, hli red lips pressed to hr-r cheek. Slowly the man opened the door and his action caused the rumble of the ocean to be heard with greater force than ever. It. affected him as a .'.?hip does u thoroughbred. He glanced once more at the. two he was leaving In the bright, warm room, j?? the scene imprinted itself Indeli bly upon his memory. Then he went out Into the storm and darkness.? -'lNNA YOKKE. Tho bodies of ten miners, who were entombed in mine No. 3 of the Providence Mining company at Prov idence, Ky.. Friday afternoon, were Drought to the surface, one by one by rho government mine corps station- [ ed at Linton, Ind., Saturday. Champ Clark of .Missouri and J Frederick C. lalhot of Maryland will le the only members of the Sixty second congress who served in the 'muse when that body last had a L mocratlc majority. STIES ICHALP, Orangeburg, S. C. Fire Insurance. Companies Represented: Springfield Assets Over 9 1-2 Million 61 Years Old Queen of America 44 " 8 1-2 19 44 - London Assurance " " 3 1-3 44 190 44 - Milwaukee Mechanics M 3 " 58 44 " ALL OLD LINE. Not only do we sell Maxwell and O/erland Cars but we also carry a full Stock of f SUPPLIES. Any and eveiything for the man who owns or drives. a car. We would like to state to every owner of a car that we have added one of the best lines of TIRES in the World and we have got em when you need em L r we carry the larg est stock of tires than any other re tail dealer in the State, any size you may want, any shape, any style, every tiie is delivered to you in a sealed package and fully guaranteed by its maker so you know you are getting fresh stock and that the deal er can not jell you seconds and old stock. Why subject yourself to blow out and punctures by using a cheap tire, these guaranteed tires are no higher in price than any other and we give you 5 per cent dis count for cash. So when in need of tires or any otl er sur plies remem ber that we alwavs have it. will get it, or it is not made. A MS OLD SHOES WE] will pay 50 cents a pair next week for your Old Shoes, pro vided you will wear them into our store and purchase a pair of our shoes. Orangeburg and Rowesville, S. C INDEPENDENCE." WHILE- A Sjy'SGS ACCOUNT MAY NOT MAKE YOU RICH IT WILL PLACE rOU IN A POSITION TO EM BRACE "THE OPrWK TUSITY THAT KNOCKS ONCE AT EACH DOO%" B? HEADY-START YOUR ACCOUN1 NOW E0IST0 SAVINGS BANK TOTAL RESOURCES 3525 750J5. 4* IHIEBESI EAlfl DH SAYINGS * rTHE/ LEADING I/IN& OF VISITING CARDS, WEEDING INVITATIONS, MONOGRAM/*^ BUSIN&SS nSWIONEEY ? See our new specimen book and get the latest styles. Prices frc .50 per hundred and up. SIMS BOOK STORE"