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D. E. TRIBBLE CO. CLINTON, S. C UNDERTAKERS & LICENSED EMBALMERS - Ail Calls Promptly Attended To Day or Niffct ALL MOTOR EQUIPMENT Day Phone 94 Night Phone ^OS or 24 lllllllllllllllllillllllliiiiHilllllllllllllllli Coal! DIXIE GEM AND CLINCHFIELD Dixie Ice & Fuel Co Clinton, S. C. II A MESSAGE of GOODWILL By ALBERT ASH ALLEN H ARK! Now tke bells, on Christmas Day, Bring back of happy times— Some spirit, which had gone ascay. Now hovers in these merry chimes; With peace on earth, good will to Thus is the message hhard A Word With the Old Folks . \ Elderly People Are Learning Importance of Qood Elimination. I N the later years of life there is apt to be a slowing up of the bodily functions. Good elimination, however, is just as essential to the old as to the young. Many old folks have learned the value of Doan's Pills when a stimulant diuretic to tiie kidneys is required. Scanty or burning passages of kidney secre tions are often signs of improper kid ney function. In most every com munity are scores of users and en dorsers who acclaim the merit of Doan’s. Ask your neighbor! DOAN’S "if Stimulant Diuretic to the Kidneys Milburn Co.. Mfc. Cbem . Buffalo. N. Y. Hark! Non x the bells, on frosty air. Ring hope and comfort, loos mad The Spirit of the Christ is there , v* To bid the worldly tumult cease; With peace on earth, good will to men— Thus is the carol heard again. Hark! Now the bells e’er vale and hill Reach la the islands of the sea i one sweet voice of "Peace, be still, and let tf,/ burden rest on Me;" CUus peace on earth, good dill to mem fs,'in the echo, heard again! % 3ft<*sJ&r5£ PEPPERMINT FLAVOR Used by -'Because Wri^ey’s, besides being a delightful confection, affords beneficial exercise to die teeth and clears them of food particles. Also it aids digestion, cm After Every Meal Headache dizziness I *T HAVE headache once X while, usually eepnirtg from conatipation or torpid Kvar," aaya Mr. I* A. Morphia, of Pottaville, Aric, "and the very beet remedy I have found to correct this condh tkm is Thedfbrd’s Black-Draught It acts quickly and easily, and it just can't be beat "Black-Draught is the very best laxative I have found. I always flesi so much better after taking it "My wife takes BLack-Dranghi, toou For duedneea, coattvanaaff and any little stdRsach disorder, tea find it most satisfactory, and eowffider Black-Draught a family with an inactive [liver, locks up poisons 3n the body and allows mem to ool Being purely vegetable and; no harmful drugs, i ; Mack-Draught acts gently, help- [ ing the syetem get rid of impuri- | ties and preventing eerious sick- ffos. Get a package todey. Sold WALTON was lonesome. II was Christmas Eve and he kal no near relatives on earth. See Ing a light In the ogke of his friend DoctorjPames, he sauntered In. He had scarcely entered when th« Doctor began to exclaim over him: What had he been drinking? “Nothing,” Tom declared, taking It as a joke. Well, what had he been eating? “Nothing unusual.” Tom tried ban tering a little, bat the doctor persisted “Ton certainly have smelled some thing out of the ordinary?" Then Tom remembered that that morning he had received a letter from a friend of his in India with a pressed flower in it. In fact, he had the letter in his pocket and showed It to the doctor, saying: “Yes, that flower has a peculiar odor. I thought . of it this morning. But how in the dickens could you ten?" But thg doctor was all business. He called the flower by a long botanical name; while In sup pressed excitement be told Tom of It* strange death-bearing odor that within twenty-four hours from the time ii was inhaled meant death. A sharp pain in the heart would be the obi) warning. The doctor slumped in hit chair, head bowed in bis bands, un able to meet Tom’s borror-stricker eyes. < f . * Tom staggered out into the night al though condepmed to the guillotine His mind refused to act. Hls limb? seemed paralysed. It was as thougl already the shadow of death was gatb erlng about him. Only one though' registered. He must get to hls roon and bed before* the end came. HI* feet dragged as If chains were upon them. He felt like a man In a night mare annble to get where he wished to go—but It wasn't a nightmare, he groaned. With the thought his innate courage began to assert itself. He wa.-: no coward. If death lay in wait for him Just around the corner, as It were, he would at least die game—not like a sniveling coward. He faced about and entered a cabaret. Alone in the gay throng be collected bis wits and made hls plans. He had money, but no relatives. He would close hls life with a good deed. He would give hls money because It was Christmas time and the season for giving. Bnt it must be no mere gift. Some one must receive with this gift something mere than Its mate rial vaine. Gifts and Christmas brought Margaret to mind. She was the only per*<9 in the world of hls own kith and kin that he knew of, and she was only a second or third cousin so far removed that if Margaret, too, had not been an orphan, they would not have recognized the slight blood tie. They had spent.their Christinas to gether until this year. But the old aunt, wbirwas Margaret's annt, not hl« had passed away early In the year and at their last meeting Margaret had told him her aunt’s last expressed wish was,that she should marry her aunt’s stepson, who had been her un encouraged lover since childhood. He was middle-aged and well-to-do an* Margaret had promised to give him iler answer on Christmas Eve • Site really didn't love him, ah* con tided to Tom, but the man she thought she loved didn’t pay .much attention to her; so she would settle her hear! and life that Christmas Eve. That was tonight. He yet had Mmt perhaps to do this bif Clirlstiuus-glr- ing before his life ended. Margaret lived and worked la a fin.' *Hlage not fhr from the city. She h*< no money except what she earned Tom felt sure 4t - was thff eternal pinching and scraping that was Influ eiu-ing tier to make her life easier In the only way that offered* He ^rould give her all be had. R was enough to keep her from worrying about her immediate wants for some time and save her from sarrlfietnft her soul and body to a loveless marriage. Perhaps In the meantime the other chap might wake up and realize what a peach of a girl Margaret la. “What an Idiot he must be," Tom ottered to himself!, "not to grab up a girl like Margaret whan he has the chance." Riotous thoughts ran through hls mfnd ns the slow moving train ad vanced toward the village. ‘ For the time being his errand and not what Its outcome might be outweighed the gloom of the impending doom that hung over hls own Ilfs. Hls thoughts were on another's trouble rather than Ids own. He wondered tf perchance she might already be married. People did such things on Christmas Eve, and It was late fall when ha last talked with Margaret. With the thought came a tightening about the muscles of hls heart. It waa the first warn ing, Tom knew. The train fairly crawled. It was an hour late. Tom remembered It was always an hour or so late on Christ mas Eve. It had been so every year, he recalled. He was surprised that he hadn't thought of that before. In the mass of hls harasaed brain he hoped the deadly odor would not take effect too toon. He had too much to do first. - At last the train drew In at the sta tion. There was no taxi There never ( were taxis at Smithsvllle; hut other years Margaret had met him. He stepped out, almost expecting to see her laughing a welcoming Merry Christmas at him. He almost frit dis appointed, and again that queer little sensation about hls heart, recalling to him the Importance of losing no time. Without reason, from force of habit Tom went directly to the old boose of Margaret’s aunt The house was in total darkness but Tom gave the old- fashioned bell a vigorous pull and its ring seemed to solemnly re-echo on the chill wintry air—not at all like a Christmas chime came the unsolicited thought to Tom. The house waa dark. It might be empty, but Tom was going to be sure. Again and again he pulled down the bell. Ages it seemed to Tom before a light appeared and big. burly. Peter Kline, arrayed In night apparel, threw wide optn the door. “Is some one sick or dying this night fhst you raise such a hullabaloo at a man’s door?" He lowered the lamp and peered at Tom: “So It’s you? HI be goi-darned. You’re white as a sheet. What’s ailin' you? Come In! Come In!” He fairly pushed Tom in, banging the door behind them. Ail the time Tom had been asking for Margaret, but Peter apparently beard nothing until they were In the cozy living room where embers still glowed in the old-fashioned fireplace. “Is it Margaret you’re seeking? Glad enough I am that you've come to at last Married to me, did you say? Certainly*'not I married the Widow Stone at Thanksgiving. Pm not the tort of man that wants to marry a girl who loves some one else. Marga ret lives over at Neighbor Lewis'. Pome one’s up." Peter unceremoni ously ushered Tom out Into the night Tom never knew quite how he got pcross the street to the Lewises’, but It was Margaret hetnrif who opened the door. Neither did he know how It came about that Margaret was in hls arms. It was later when they got their breath and senses that Tom remem bered his real mission, and the fotillty of the love he had been po slow in realiz ing broke upon him. The stab at his heart woke h 1 m completely from his dream / A-i LW/ f! and he poured out to Margaret* the tragedy that hung over them. He hadn't thought what Margaret would do, but he was entirely unpre pared for the burst of gay laughter at the mid of hls recital to which she had listened apparently so sympathetically. “Listen, Tom,” and she reaehfd for the evening paper. -I read this Just before you came in and was interested because he was your friend. ‘Docto: Barnes was this afternoon declarer by prominent specialists to be insane For some time he has been obsessec by the idea that hls friends as well a> hls patients for various and sendn reason* had but twenty-four hours t> live, etc.—•’ No use reeding if all Tom. That's enough. I didn’t laugl when I read It, bnt now I feel 11 hi shooting bemuse It brought me you.’ “And It brought me you,” Tom re turned. Inwardly rejoicing that h» hadn’t aUowed Pate to make a cowart of him. The thought of what It wnal« have meant If he had followed hls Ira pulse and gone to bed swept over bin for a minute; then he clasped Marga ret to him. . “Isn’t It a Merry Christmas, though f He suited from sheer joy of tiring. ~ "Asgawst merry one!* laughed np at him triumphantly. if i«. Wrtt.r»; MEN’S GIFTS Cravats Dress Shirts Night Shirts Pajamas Handkerchiefs Mufflers Underwear Silk Hose Wool Hose Golf Hose Garters Belts Buckles . Jewelry Bath Robes Sweaters Sweater Coats Hats Caps Gloves * Walking Canes Umbrellas Shoes Bedroom Slippers Suit of Clothes Overcoat Extra Trousers Suspenders Traveling Goods Collar Bags , WOMEN’S GIFTS Mufflers Knit Shaw ls Dresses Coats Handkerchiefs * Bedroom Slippers Underwear Silk Stockings Bath Robes Slippers Blankets Comforts Rugs Art Squares Hat Boxes Traveling Goods Fancy Work \ Gloves Silk Gowns Outing Gowns Belts Jewelry Sweaters CHILDREN’S GIFTS Sweaters Blankets Bedroom Slippers Han Sox Caps - Jewelry Men and Women Appreciate Here, in rich array, are gifts for men and women—the sort a man or woman would select for him self or herself and enjoy wearing. Now, before the maddening, holi day bustle begins, you ihay shop here in unhurried comfort, while • > cases and counters are in gala at tire, and the choicest of things await your preference. - HANDKERCHEIFS ALWAYS MAKE NICE GIFTS —Plain "white cambric handkerchiefs —Plain white silk handkerchiefs —Plain white linen handkerchiefs —Plain white fancy bordered handker chiefs —Fancy bordered cambric handker chiefs m * ■ —Fancy colored silk handkerchiefs —Plain white men’s initial handker chiefs '—Fancy bordered men’s initial hand kerchiefs t —Fancy bordered pongee handker chiefs . —Fancy bordered boys’ handkerchiefs “EVERYBODY APPRECIATES GIFTS TO WEAR” : Copdanil-Stonfi > COMPANY fDne Price To AIT Phone 47 .pyv w ? « $ Clinton, S. C. □