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?hr lambrrg tbrralh ESTABLISHED IN APRIL, 1891 J. W. KNIGHT\ Editor. Rates?$1.00 per year; 50 cents rcr six months. Payable in advance. Advertisements?$1.00 per inch for first insertion; 50c. for each subsequent Insertion. Liberal contracts made for thr?f? si*, or twelve months. Want No tices one cent a word each insertion. Local Notices Sc. per line first week, 5c. afteri. wards. Tributes of Respect, etc., must be paid for as regular advertising. Communications?News letters or on subjects of general interest will be gladly welcomed. Those of a personal nature will not be published unless paid for. *V j?V' Thursday, August 16,1906 ? i'. ' Has Tillman been stricken dumb? He has never before failed to reply, but be has made no answer to The State in reference to the Hubbell rebates matter. * * hsT* The Anderson Intelligencer came to us last week in a bran new dress, which makes it one of the neatest papers in the 8tate. The Intelligencer has long been ,ope of the best news sheets in South Carolina, as well as being ably edited, and we rejoice at its continued prosperity. * * * Charleston is'making arrangements for a "Greater Gala Week" and the dates are " ' .. November oth to 10th. Over five thousand dollars will be spent in amusing and entertaining visitors. You can bet that I this is going to be a big affair, and of course all we "country cousins" will go. Charleston's business men are catching the advertising spirit, and the good results of their work are already seen. May she continue to grow and prosper. From the report of the Olar campaign meeting, we are constrained to believe that there is a pretty strong anti-dispensary sentiment in Bamberg county, at least in that portion of it. Rob the dis? pensary of the profit feature?that is, take the profits away from the towns and counties and put all the income into the school fund as formerly, and our people would vote it out as soon as an election could be held. We regret to say so, but the profit feature is what holds the dispensary in Bamberg, as well as many other counties. "Senator Tillman says if he had time he'd put the Columbia State people in the insane asylum. We believe if The State people had the power they'd put the Senator in the penitentiary."?Bamberg Herald. No we wouldn't. We'd sentence him t.rt <vmnt thirtv-seven thousand I times every one of those dollars of the people's money he gave Hubbell, and during the long period of such occupation to announce each day the total amount of those rebates?Columbia State. Judging from his present silence on this rebate matter, your sentence would be infinitely more galling to him than a ? long term in the penitentiarv. V Mr. J. E. Peurifoy, who has been editor . and owner of the Walterboro Press and Standard for several years, has sold the paper to Mr. W. W. Sraoak, Jr., and will retire from journalism, which wc regret. Mr. Peurifoy gives up his newspaper in order to devote his entire time to his profession of law, he possessing a large and r. growing practice. Mr. Smoak is a grad' uate of the Citadel, and has been principal of the Walterboro graded school, but for the last few years has been cashier of the Farmers and Merchants Bank of Walterboro. He is a brave and bright young man and will be an addition to South Carolina journalism. While we sincerely regret the retirement of our friend Peurifoy, we rejoice that his place is to be filled so well. *** ? ; The editor of The Herald has been so situated that he could not attend any of the county campaign meetings held so far, but from .the report our correspondent gives us of the speeches of the legislative candidates at Olar last Friday, we are sadly disappointed. We are sorry to know that most of them *? stand for compulsory whiskey and against compulsory education. What a deplorable state of affairs. They talk of the rights and liberties of the people when arguing against compulsory education, *' and in. the next breath declare their opposition to the people of a county saying whether they want dispensary or prohibition Isn't it good Democratic doctrine that the people of a county should ,be allowed to say what they want ? We would not do any one of them an injustice, but the above is what we gathered from their reported speeches. They want equalization of taxes, but suggest no remedy. But why don't they talk about county affairs. We want to hear their views on a county poor house, lower taxes, economy, etc., and ? - we would like to hear some plan pref,,,. Mrrrinff .'Mlt t.licir V?f*w<5 Tf SCUtVU IV! v??* ??w . .V, .. . is easy enough to talk about education and pensions to Confederate soldiers. These are settled policies of our government, over which there is no difference of opinion. Get down to something practical, gentlemen, and quit dealing in "glittering^ generalities." What do opponents of compulsory edu- j cation say to (hese facts: 54,177 native white illiterates in South Carolina; 10,881 more negroes than whites in the schools; average attendance on school sessions, 65 per cent, of whites, 73 per cent, of negroes? Where is your remedy, gentlemen? Where is Ben Tillman's remedy? yThe State. | In the Smart j i Little Trap j ( By VIRGINIA LEILA WENTZ ) / Copyright, 1906, by Homer Sprague ) "And he has the smartest looking trap you ever saw, Madge! It's champagne colored and a perfect love. What do you bet I don't land him, trap and all, before the summer's flown by?' Miss Irene Warden, a beauty (and aware of it), was writing to her girl chum concerning the bachelor who had just taken the big colonial house with the carriage road and iron archway which for several seasons now had abandoned hope of usefulness. She was writing by an open window where the scent of the roses came up from the front garden. Beyond lay the pretty tree lined road over which the bachelor and his champagne colored trap had just flown by. "Although I've told you his name is Horace Matlock," ran on Miss Warden's pen, "I haven't told you what he looks like. He's an old man, forty or fifty, I should say. His nose is rather too big, although people call him handsome, and he's a bit bald, but, then. I suppose most men who live in big houses and drive smart traps have big) noses. What?" Miss Warden smiled a little soft smile into the glass above v.,**. dwiocinir tnhip and then bent over lid U1 vv* v\y ? _ her portfolio again: "Of course I'd prefer dear old Tom. He's young and stunning and sings college songs so beautifully, but, as you know, he hasn't a red! And I really must do something this summer, Madge. My already meager allowance will be cut considerably in the autumn, for in September pa's going to enter the matrimonial game himself?a horrid, designing widow too! So I must 'step lively,' in the parlance of street car officials. "In point of fact, though," pursued the voluble pen. "it'll be pretty easy, plain sailing. I haven't a single good looking rival up in this out of the way place except old Professor Thornton's daughter, and she's the quietest poke of a girl?a regular stay at home. And as for dressing?well, Madge, you and I spend as m\ich on our gloves and j veils, I reckon, as she does on her whole outfit That's what comes from having a bookworm for a father." The next week in the little village postoffice a friend presented Mr. Horace Matlock to Miss Irene Warden. Apparently the meeting was by accident, but Miss Warden felt her smooth cheeks flush, and her habitual composure was rippled for a second, while, for his part, Mr. Matlock scarcely looked at her and, having passed a conventional "glad to meet you," .lifted his hat politely and walked out to his smart little trap. "I had on my chic voile, the one Aunt Tessie sent me from Paris, you know," wrote Miss Warden to Madge, "and my big white hat with flopping fuchsias. But it was all rank waste." She couldn't understand it. Her dreams hadn't ended that way at an. One day in the tiny Idle little bank Mr. Horace Matlock stopped short as he recognized a stooped, gaunt figure with a patrician face. "Why, it's Professor Thornton, isn't it?" he cried, stepping up to him with a cordially outstretched hand. When Matlock years ago had entered Yale as a freshman Thornton had been tutoring, and quite a friendship had sprung up between them. Subsequently they had lost track of each other. But the satisfaction of the younger man in meeting the older one again was genuine. "Poor old professor! How thin and worn and aged he's become!" thought Matlock as he drove the professor home to his modest little cottage. Out in the cottage's side yard by the hollyhocks a girl was picking a great bunch of sweet peas for the lunch table. When she heard the smart little trap stop at the gate she looked quickly up from the blossoming vines and wondered. Who was the distinguished looking stranger? And where had he picked up dear daddy? A few days later Matlock drove up to +Y+j-%. A./V A/wAtM T 4- r*?o ? /I An f I uic cuiuigc a^aiu, n nao uuij uc\.cui, he told himself, that he should show the professor some attention and take him driving now and then. Perhaps some day also he would take the professor's daughter. He liked her. He liked the natural, unabashed way in which she had acknowledged her father's presentation of him, with her | sleeves rolled up and her arms full of sweet peas; he liked the width between her eyes, the breadth of her brow, the lines of her mouth. She was less pretty than many young girls, but there was about her a freshness, a sweetness, that pleased him, and he had no- j ticed that her figure in her simple lit- j tie gown was well molded and slim. One evening toward twilight, when I out in the open lawn bats were whirling aimlessly and tirelessly, Matlock A y-v/1 Jvv +) ?/! T-\r?AfoeCAl? +A TTiOlrh ui'U[;ycu in upcu iut toovj. iijciu.^ him a little call. He had fetched him his afternoon mail as pretext. While they were sitting out on the porch feom the shadowy little parlor came the first chords of Beethoven's beautiful "Moonlight Sonata." "That's Cynthia," said Professor Thornton in answer to his guest's start of surprise. "She's never too tired, no matter how hard or long the day has been, to play that sonata for me in the evening. I love it above all other written music, and she never forgets." Then while the tree toads droned their harmonies he told Matlock a little about his daughter?how four years ago he had suffered a paralytic stroke and she had been obliged to leave school in her graduating year and nurse him night and day with untiring sweetness; how, when their siender income was exhausted a year back, she had begun to make use of her musical skill aud give lessons on the piano. And when the professor told of Cynthia's triweekly trips to Adams, the nearest town, his silvered head went down on his coat sleeve, and in the gloaming behind the honeysuckles th? two men were silent. Presently they smoked their usual ci gars and indulged in their usual con versation ? newspaper topics chopped fine by individual opinion, a good dea of politics, a little of art and science Last of all, Cynthia came out. "Delighted!" she said, going prettilj. up to Matlock with outstretched hands "While you two have been gossiping I've been remembering your weakness for tea and have drawn you a cup. Will you come In, or shall we have it out here?" They went in. Near the little fern screened fireplace was a tea table, dainty in Its array of polished silver and thin china. The hanging lamp shed the rich, soft glow of olive oil, and there was an air of intimate homelikeness about everything. Matlock had been a stranger to that sort of thing for so long that it sent a kind of thrill shivering through him. After all. to have a cozy tea table and a slim white hand to inclose in yours?Cynthia's hands were slim and white enough as they moved among the china in the half light He pulled a chair close for the professor, and then sat down himself. Before Mr. Horace Matlock went to bed that night he remembered that on the morrow Cynthia Thornton was to drive with him in his champagne colored trap. How it would harmonize with her soft hair before the ambitious sun touched it to gold! What a dear, womanly little treasure of girlish brightness she was, anyhow! Cynthia only returned from Adams the next day a half hour before her drive and was, consequently, a bit tired. She was not one to make conversation, and the quiet and beauty of the scenes stretched out before her made her very silent Matlock, a6 he handled the reins, watched both her and tfie landscape, mere was a certain peace about them both. And peace was, above all things, what he wanted. The next day Miss Warden wrote to her girl chum again: "In the beginning of the summer, Madge, dear, I wrote you that a certain matrimonial venture would be 'easy, plain sailing.' Alas! I'm afraid I shall never find port?not, at least, with my bachelor up on the hill. And in the name of wonders, who of all people do you suppose has taken the wind out of my sails? Cynthia Thornton, the old bookworm's daughter! He had her out driving in that little beauty of a trap three times during the last week to my knowledge! I'm afraid Cupid isn't very kind to me. You'll find I'll die an old maid after all, unless Tom"? At this point Miss Warden's pretty teeth absently caught the top of her penholder, while she looked dreamily toward the sunny, tree lined street. Then she began to hum. As she started on the fourth bar of her song a champagne colored trap skimmed by. In it was the charming bachelor, and by his side was Cynthia Thornton. \ A Maianlman'i Ideas. A respectable and honest Mussulman ?and of course there are millions of Mussulmans entitled to that description?will not swallow alcohol if he knows it, even for the good of his health; will not lift "the harem veil," even if lifting it is essential to the life of his wife or daughter; will not take out an insurance, even when failure to do so is ruinous to him in a business competition, and will not in a country ruled by Mussulmans from any motive whatever short of a necessity such as destroys freedom of will accord equality to men of any other faith. In these respects he is a "fanatic"?that is, he will act upon the precepts of his creed as interpreted by its doctors without reference to any other consideration, and especially without reference to convenience or to the opinions, moral or otherwise, of men of any other faith. A Mussulman's creed is for him the operative law, as custom is for a Chinaman, or a caste rule for a Hindoo, or duty for a good Englishman, or that which is convenient for a respectable Frenchman, and, though there are points upon which he will break the law, especially for gain, there are also points, especially those we have mentioned, upon which he will not?rather will be chopped in r?r nhnn von and tako all eon -r sequences serenely. ? London Spectator. His Too Thoughtful Wife. Several physicians were relating how carefully their wives looked after their interests and how diplomatic they were in saving them from doing unnecessary night work. One doctor gave an instance demonstrating how the best laid plans of men and mice oft miscarry. "When I got home this morning at 3 o'clock, dead tired from attending to a trying case," he remarked, "I almost dreaded to look at the hall table, upon which my wife always leaves a note when there is an urgent call. I was naturally delighted to find that I did not have another call to make and at once hurried to my bedroom and, witb| out lighting the gas. undressed in the I dark and tumbled into bed. "My head touched something on the pillow. I lighted the gas to investigate and found that my thoughtful wife had pinned there a note, so that I should not fail to see it, informing me that I was wanted at once without fail to call on a distant patient as soon as I arrived home, no matter at what hour."?New York Press. THE SUNDIAL. It Should Be Marked For the Latf tnde In Which It Stands. In an old shop in lower New York a man keeps up his trade of dial making. The dials, square, octagonal or circular, are hand chased. They do not receive a high polish, and any accidental effect of weather stain or other "tone of time" is carefully preserved if not skillfully added. These dials, fitted with the gnomon, or stylus, are then artfully slipped into the show windows of uptown curiosity shops among a selected debris of Sheffield plate, prism candlesticks, inlaid tea cnddips nnrl old bine nlates. A visitor to one of these shops asked: "How old is that brass dial over there? It's all hand work, isn't it?" "It's all hand work," said the proprietor, whom we will call Truthful James. "I can testify to that, for I know the man whose hands made it. It's about a month old, if you want to know. You're like lots of other people?you want an old Scotch or English dial. Don't you know it would be useless, if you found it, for practical purposes? Excuse me, but haven't you ever studied geography and heard of latitude? A dial ought 'to be marked out scientifically for the exact latitude in which it is to be set up. So unless you strike the same parallel in the states that the dial left in England it will tell lies from morning till night. You'd be surprised how many people pick up a dial that strikes their fancy which perhaps stood in the garden of an old Virginia estate, intending to hurry it off to the big grounds of some place in Minnesota; or they'll snatch at some quaint dial from New England, with the idea of rigging it up in Texas. "More people would make the same blunder, except that many haven't caught on to dials. Too bad. Nothing is prettier than a simple dial at the crossways of garden paths, or by a fountain or on a terrace or at the en trance or a pergoia or near a ru? unseat or arbor. You don't have to hire a head gardener and two assistants to keep a sundial. Marble platforms and pedestals are very grand, but unless you're running a big Italian garden with clipped hedges and yews and statues something simple is what you want The dial -will keep just as good time, once it's engraved right if it's mounted on a tree stump, with ivy planted round it or on a bowlder, or on the coping of an old disused well, or on a column of cobbles mortared together, or on top of the old hitching post that the family doesii't use in these automobile days, but doesn't want to root up and throw away. "You'd be surprised at the ingenuity of some people," said Truthful James, who himself seemed of ingenious bent. "I mean people who haven't much money to spend and are fond of their own old stuff for association's sake. They're the ones who get effects with a nippp r>f innk. a lumn of sentiment and a pocket of small change that can't be bought with a blank check. I've known people who used an old millstone to set the1 dial on, or who laid a slab over an old stone garden urn, or who saved the capitals from pillars on a house being torn down, or who even rigged up a standard from the bricks of a chimney on an old homestead that bad meant a lot to them. One family made a sort of cairn out of a geology collection some ancestor had formed Another took a flag pole for the gnomon and laid out a dial with pebbles in the grass around the pole. "No, it doesn't require any skill to set up the dial. Get the noon mark for the gnomon on several days, nick it on the slab and then set the dial in a bed of cement There you are."?New York Post. The Laundry Auction. "Ever go to a laundryman's auction?" asked the man who was sorting bundles. "You can get bargains there sometimes. Here are forty-eight packages that will be sent to the auctioneer tomorrow. One bundle is labeled 4W. Joblotz. No address. Will call.' Now, I wonder what has become of W. Joblotz, who had no address and promised to call? "What has become of the owners of these forty-seven packages? Some /of the things thrown on our hands are very fine and as good as new. Just look at that pile of handkerchiefs and those shirt waists and collars and cuffs. It has been more than a year since they were left here. All unclaimed packages are kept a year or more, then they are sent around to a general receiving station to be disposed of at auction."?New York Sun. Archbishop Of Canterbury. The archbishop of Canterbury is referred to as "his srrace." and he Tvrites himself archbishop, etc., "divina prcvidentia," whereas other prelates use the phrase "divina permissione." He is the first peer in the realm. At coronations he places the crown on the head of the sovereign, and the king and queen are his domestic parishioners. The bishop of London is his provincial dean, the bishop of Winchester his subdean, the bishop of Lincoln his chancellor and the bishop of Rochester his chaplain. Xo Use For Them. Canvasser?Madame, I would like to show you the beautiful 'silver forks j that we are giving away with every | half dozen bars of Skinflynt soap. Lady ! of the House?We don't never eat with forks in this house. They leak?Woman's Home Companion. Enough. "I'll never ask another woman to marry me so long as I live." "Refused?" "No; accepted."?London Tit-Bits. The angels may have wider spheres of action, may have nobler forms of duty, but right with them and with us is one and the same thing,?Chapin. I ' ?. w- V- - i ii v . ^ 1 With The If :| TJ7 > * j*eK AXA _ 4 a , > 'j^Rt f? & ? ?^5 I Cow s Compliments 11 * ' <?? ? 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