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8 THE’WKEKLYfLEDftBR! GAFFNEY, 8. C., 8EPT1 jfBER 13, 1895. f AGE OF DISCUSSIONS. A Negative, It Not n, Positive Benefit Derived. WhAt the Social, tlio Kcliglousi and the Political Worltl.4 1'lml to Talk About—Sam Jones’ Letter. COPYIUGIIT. 1895. C ien men all see alike and think e, then discussion will end, but really wo would have a dull time of it Onder such a condition of things. 'J he discussion of any subject in the col- S ans of the press, on the hustings, in 0 pulpit, throws light, and it gives tho speakers the opportunity to air their views, and the editors and scrib- blers for papers and magar.ines an out let, when otherwise they would “bust.” Take the silver question, and shut olr the discussion—now, what would some men talk about, aud what could some Others write about? When a thing gets in a man and on a man and through a man he's got to talk or die, Or write or die. If every man was a "gold bugger”—or every man was a "silver digger’’—all on one side—would there not be a lull, a quiet, as profound AS the grave? But as it is, every man can talk and write whether he has any views or not, or any sense or not. My motto is give the boys a chance. 1 am by them and many of their argu ments like the preacher was by the dy ing man, whom he bad been called to See, and when he walked into the dy ing man’s presence the poor fellow was Swearing at a fearful rate. The preach er stood and listened a few minutes Snd then said to the dying man: "That’s right, my friend; let h out, let It out; it won’t do for you to die with all that in you; let it out.” So I : ay to E ld bugger and silver digger, let it t, boys, let it out; it won’t do to con- ie such arguments and logic and let them stagnate. It will bring on yellow fever, typhoid fever, smallpox, etc., etc.; so much better as a running stream than as a stagnant pond. In politics, in religion, in the social circle, we must have outlet for our views and opinions. The religi uis World has always had its controversies and its discussions—the infallibility of the pope, the quantity of water, and how it’s to be applied. In doctrine and discipline, etc., we dih'er--wc have men who hold different views on all these questions and they are anxious to air them. Good men (Itfir, fools f/uco-- Fel, knaves and cowards /ii' 7 c out. He who has a just cause, and sense and manhood to maintain it, need not fear to go into the arena. Keep cool, keep clear and keep courageous, and you will at least get a hearing whether you get a victory or not, and it’s worth much to get a hearing. A man who has a just cause has much to be thankful for if he can be heard and read by the public whom he Would influence. He need not ask men to argue with him, but compel their silence and respect as he talks, and as Sure as truth is more powerful than falsehood he v, ill sooner or later win them to his side. A good man with a Just cause can afford to present his views and then wait a thousand years for vindication and indorsement. In church and state we may expect dis cussions and disagreement. The fel low who keeps cool and keeps sweet is the fellow I admire. I don't like for folks to get mad, and raise cain, about anything. We are now having in tho religious world much discussion on varied topics. I believe the subject tiiat Methodists are now most split on and are discussing most vehemently is the question local preachers and evan gelists. The question negat ively stated la about this: An itinerant preacher cannot be a local preacher, a local preacher cannot be an evangelist. To be a preacher at all you must be an Itinerant or local preacher, therefore an evangelist is no preacher at all. God and the Bible, saints and sinners, recognize evangelists as preachers; some bishops and some presiding elders do not recognize them. Therefore the recognition thev get from God and the Bible, saints and sinners, don't count— because ecclesiasticism is greater than Bible and saints and sinners. So one can readily see the evangelist and eccle- •iasticism can't hook up together. But if tho evangelists can keep God and the Bible, saints and sinners with them they won't be troubled much with eeclesiasticisin. They live and work in different hemispheres. In the social realm wo have discus sions. The modern woman is now up before the public. Of her maimers, her dress, her privileges, etc., much is be ing said and written; but the modern woman is on us, and on her bicycle, and in her bloomers, and the only ques tion now is: lias she come to stay? If SO we must make room for iier and make arrangements to take care of her, and then proceed with the argument. If she is to vote and to hold nflicc, then We must divide the spoils and olliees with her. If she is to have our pants W® must proceed to take on different habits and customs and clothing. The distinctive differences must bo main tained if man must put on dress and bonnet. I believe that while the diseurGons are going on we should b.-ill to k);ic things practically towards “ eoniing events.” Dwessions are the forerun ners 0< the tliinfe. ue are writing and talking about. Vie c i>• gua;’ination first, then with om e;,ts. Bonn too strongly with amh-dy on any ab ject They may be right, yon wrong. "Don’t bo on another man' tri< ks,” and don’t bi t at :.'t on \otirnwn that Is as to theory. \Y r iimy ha . • a double Standard, l>otli ; lid and mlv. r. Some day we may all n-c > ui/.. tin- InUlli billty of thu pope, for aught I know. Evangelistn uni \ be preiiehers as iiiiicIi SO BH itinerant oi lo I preucherH some day, and bicycles and IiIoouhth niayyet reign wherever “the sun doth his suc cessive Journeys run.” The unlooked-for happens. I don't know what I shall set with my natural STiybs I shall m >11 'denomina tions immerse for baptism, or nil sprinkle or pour the water on the can didate for church membership. May be I.shall see all women wear bloomers. Maybe I shall see all democrats re publicans, or all republicans ierao- crats. Maybe I shall see all.preachers evangelists, or all evangelists preach ers. Maybe I shall see all men honest, all politic lams clean and decent, all paupers millionaires, all corporations have souls, and all the public and pri vate debts of this country paid. These are times when we may be on the out look, and let’s don't get excited, but kecj) cool and sweet, and let the other fellow get mad and play the fool when some fellow says some thing he don't like, or writes something he don't like. Sam I*. Jones. ! SQUIRE RUFUS SANDERS. Short Stories and Sketohes From Backwoods Life. A Call tt> Preach That Came “Too Tre- mciiiliiig Siiiliient"—Deacon Joiner ami Elder Newton—A Lawyer Who Gets There Somehow or Other—Julo Nabors liaises Hay—Fa miliar quotations. CAUGHT BY CONVICTS. An Adventure with Arab Malefactors on tho Salvation Islands. Off the coast of Trench Guiana, or Cayenne, there lies a group of three islands, called by the Trench the lies du Salut, or Salvation islands, which have long-been used as a convict station. Here are sent convict Arabs from Al geria, negroes from Senegambia, Chinese and Annamitc-s from Tcnquin and Anam, and not infrequently anarchists from Baris. Lately the dis patches recorded an insurrection among these motley prisoners on these lonely islands, which was sup pressed with a heavy hand. it was not the first mutiny at this station. Tho islands are not regr.;ikd as a desirable place of residence, even by convicts. They are mere rocks cov ered with so thin a coating of soil that no place of burial can be found for the convicts who die there. A little spot of earth is, indeed, set apart for the burial of officers or keepers who suc cumb to the climate; but when a con vict dies his body is rowed out to sea and thrown into the water, to be quick ly taken care of by tho sharks. Escape is practically impossible. Cay enne is twenty-seven miles away, aud there is semapherie communication with that point. A convict who at tempts to get to shore in a beat or on a raft is perfectly sure to fail into the hands of the shore or sea patrol.always on the watch. Some years ago, according to a re port made by M. Bonnctain, a French administrator at Cayenne, a warden of the station at the lies du Salut, who happened to be an old sailor, was sent from the mainland to H'o n'nnds in a small sailing vessel, luo crew of which con sisted of sixteen Arab convicts. A sec ond in command, the warden had with him a French convict who had reached the grade of “trusty,” and in whom he had complete confidence. The Arabs were docile enough, but on the way the French “trusty’’incited them to mutiny. At a signal from him they rushed upon the warden, bound him and tied him fast to the rail. They would undoubtedly have killed him but for the fear that they would be recaptured, and that u they had added the crime of murder to their mutiny they would be hanged. They made the best of their way to ward the Brazilian shores, but a storm came up and blew them in the opposite, or northerly, direction. The storm in creased, and the convicts, not one of whom had any knowledge of naviga tion, began to fear for their lives. A day and a night had passed.and t hey were out. of food. In their distress the Arabs liberated the warden. They were humble enough now, and were willing that he should take them any where. “That remains to be seen,” said the warden. “I think it would serve you all riglit if I let you go to your death.” “But how about yourself?” “I am willing to go, too!” The Arabs were at their wits' end. They begged the warden to save them. “V.’ill you do, then, just what I tell you!"’ he asked the Arabs. “We will!” “Very well, then; I shall save your lives—all you Arabs—but this French man here I condemn to a deserved death. Throw him overboard!” The Arabs obeyed, and the French betrayer of the warden went over the rail to his death. The warden then gave directions which saved the boat, and brought it hno the harbor of Demerara, whence all on hoard were taken to Cayenne. The warden found the Arabs docile to the end, as he know they would be after the example made of the French man. But liis confidence once lost in that trusted man, he had felt certain that as soon as the English coast was approached the man would lead a new mutiny, which probably would result in the warden's death.—Youth’s Com panion. Saint Lyiapna’a Shrine. In very early days Gheel s< ms to have been a kind of Lourdes. A cer tain Saint Lympna, who lies buried there - an Irishwoman, by tl way, was supposed to have less faibles d'esprit under her special protection. It was the custom, therefore, through out the Netherlands, for persons who had insane relatives to take them to her tomb, and there offer special pray ers to her for their recovery. If tra dition is to be relied upon, the saint was by no means loath to give proof of her lienelicieut power; and wonderful stone.-, are told of the way in which she used to restore reason to those who had lost it. Still, even in those times, miracles were not wrought every day. Some of the sufferers who went to Gheel had to wait for months, nay >cu rs, before they were healed, while others were never healed at all. And v.liih waiting they had to be taken care if. At first Gio Innocents, as Saint Dviapna’s proteges were called, were all lodged in little lints or caves around the church; but, as thu fame of Ghci ! pi eait abroad, they increased in nii. .I i r. and it became necessnay to liiahe <>1 licr aiTaiigt'incnts. They were then boaiiled out with llu*peasants liv ing in tile village, and then’were so many of them at length -that every family lunl its Innocent..—Cornhiil Mngaslne- .\g\V (Copyright, 1895.) Burin tho past week tho most tre- mondius big excitement you ever hoard toll of perhaps has boon goin on around in tho Rocky Crook regions. Old man Nat Rugely has took and went to preachin. You maybo mought notsoo anything particlarstrango ^and pecurious about that, but , tho great won- ment amongst tho people is owin to tho fact that old man Nat was born and bred and brung up as a shoutin Methodist, and he is now’ preachin forth tho word accordin to the doctrines of tho Seventh Day Ad venturers. “Too Trcincniling Stuldent.” Now it may bo that old man Nat and his now-fangled religion will como out all right in tho wasliin, you understand, but I have some serious doubts about it. Ho is now already on tho shady side of sixty, and ho never got tho call to preach till Wednesday mornin of last week. The Seventh Day people held a big distracted meeting somowheres over in the nill country, and old man Nat ho was there and tarried round about as long as there was a pea in tho dish. Tho moctin broke up on Tuesday evenin and about daylight tho next mornin bo got the call to go and preach. It looks to me like tho call was ruthor late in com in, and most too tremendius suddent when it did come. “Tho chickens had jest put in to | crowin and day was break!n acrost tho ' eastern horizontal when I hoard tho j call, Rufe,” says old man Nat in tollin mo tho news. “Right at first I didn’t know for certain but what I mought bo dreamin, but presently oncst more I heard somethin sayin with aloud voice, ‘Git up from there, Nathaniel Rugoly, and go to preachin!’ Naturally of course I thou got up, and when I riz I riz a preachin. Everybody on tho placo was sleep at that time but mo, but still I riz, Rufe, and I riz a preachin. I preached to mysolf till I could git my clothes on, and then I wont out to tho lot and preached a few stanzas to tho mules. By that time tho niggers had got woko up and I lit in, I did, and preached to them till breakfast. After breakfast I took my old Biblo and put j my foot in tho middle of tho big road • and pitched out and went to preachin ; amongst tho high ways and tho by ways. From that tirao on I have responded back to the call with the best of my feeble abilities, and I haven't done a mortal thing, Rufe, but preach and oat and sleep, and then sloop and oat and preach some more.” If old man Nat aint raakin no mis take in regards to tho call, I reckon ho is right in preachin so reglar and con stant. Ho has lost a heap of time and got mighty bad behind with his work, j’ou understand, and ho will have to put in tho licks fast and furious in order- ment to como out even. Old man Nat is now tho onlyost livin mombor of tho Rugoly family’, and if ho can manage so as to pay his way at preachin there aint nothin particlar to keep him at home. Here of late ho has been holdin forth promiscus anywheres and overywheres around in tho settlement, and from what I can pick up amongst tho folks ho never has went back homo since ho got tho call and “riz a preachin.” Andy Lucas maintains that old man Nat is jest simply barkin on the wrong trail. Ho don’t doubt but what tho old man has got a call for somethin, but ho thinks it was a call to tho poorhouso or tho crazy siloam instid of tho pulpit. But as for mo, I don’t givo mysolf no worriment in tho case ono way or tho other. Supposin ovon if ho don’t do no good in his new line, ho is now too old and feeble to do any harm oxceptin to himsolf. If I am right the Seventh Day Adventurers can’t bo right, and likowiso also if they aro right I aint right, but for all I know tho whole on- tiro shootin match of us mought bo wrong. Plain, roglar, genuine, old-timo religion is tho same thing every day and overywheres, and there aint no ono sot of people in this wide world that aro good and puro enough to have it alL The Deacon and the Eider. You mought light out this mornin on a good saddle horse and it would take you three days of hard ridin to find two men that think they have got as much religion as Deacon Joiner and Elder Newton make out like they have got. To hear tho Deacon talk and the Elder shout you would think they ought to take wings right now and fly away from this vain and fleeting world. And yot the Deacon and the Elder have been mad and at outs for years and years. It takes their lovol blamdest to speak when they meet in the big road. No longer than last Sunday some body called on Deacon Joinor to lead in prayer, and whereas tho Elder left tho church in a high huff and poked off down to tho spring. And the last time they ! had mcctin ovor to Bark Log,- Deacon Joinor got his back up and wouldn’t go in tho house, because Elder Newton was runnin of tho prayer meotin. As to tho Deacon, ho aint even wlllln fora Meth odist preacher to como around oncst a year and preach in tho Baptist church. Tho Deacon is a Baptist; he is*—a reglar natural-born, blame fool Baptist—and Elder &pwton is down, with the same filiesiOi only, R mrjrfhtwj. a ntOhsm serious caso of it. I reckon they have both got a little smatterin of religion— I hope they have at any rates—but they haven’t got any sense to speak of, apt! sonso is tho mainost thing in all tho re lations of life. A man can have fits without any sense, you understand, but it takes sense to have religion of the right sort, or anything olse that is worth tho bavin. Stacks and Stacks of Hay. Julo Nabors has branched off into the hay business this year, and ho is raisin stacks and stacks of it. Ho planted corn and cotton in tho spring of tho year, but when tho fervid hot weather como on ho let loose, ho did, and turned the whole business into a tremondius big hay farm. You must recollect that Julo Nabors is tho most outdoinest man for foolin with Aggers in all this skirt of tho woods. And from what has como to pass this year tho general stage of the weather has got somethin to do with the way tho Aggers run for Jule. “It was way along there in June, tho crops was comin monstrous slow and the grass was growin to beat six bits,” says Julo in givin out his experience with Aggers. “I went down on tho creek ono day to plow out a little cut of swamp corn, which tho grass was then a whole lot higher and greener than tho corn. I plowed three or four rounds and by that time, you understand, tho sun hit was comin down at tho rates of a hundred miles a minnit and as hot as tho hinges on tho lower gates. Presently I drove out in the shado of a big booch tree, un hooked tho traces and went into a little figuration whilst I was rostin. I soon flg- gered it out that there was more money in hay than I could make outen 5-cent cotton and corn at 40 cents .a bushel. Naturally, of course, I took out and quit right then and there, turned my mule in tho paster, and by granny, Rufe, I haven’t stuck a plow nor bent a hoe from that day to this. But you can see with your own eyes that I have got tho most bulliost crop of bay that was over growed in tho Rocky Creek settlement. If tho weather want so scaiullous hot 1 would bo cuttin of it right now. butowin to the eenerai circumference of tho sur- roundins I will have to wait for it to break up and cool olf.” No longer than yesterday mornin 1 saw Julo Nabors ridin along by my house with his stake-and-ridcred shirt on, polin off down in tlio Flat woods to take In another big meotin. In the maintimo his hay crop is ripe and ready and waitin for tho harvest. The September gale is more than prob able to como along next, and that will bo the last of Jule Nabors and his flno hay crop. But Julo won’t givo a continontial for that. If you will only givo him a lead pencil and a piece of paper it won’t tako him more than fifteen minutes at tho longest to figger it out his way, and then I reckon ho could show you that it pays bettor to tako in big mcotins and go squirrel huntin than to pull hay whilst tho weather is so scandloua hot. Got Ills Man Out. Tho gonobyest best lawyer that has over took a caso in theso parts is a man by tho name of Web Dargin. No doubts but what you could go to tho city and find plenty of lawyers with more sense and book learnin than him, but when it comes to pullin his man out of a bad scrape whether or no, Squire Daniel Webster Dargin is tho stuff. They worked up a big law caso in the Justice Court ovor at tho Cross Roads ono day last week, which Tobo Fuller stood charged with stoalin of a hog. Web Dargin was there to tako up Tobo’s sido of tho fight, and he read law books and speechified for three hours on a stretch. But it was a dead open and shut case, and all tho law books and speeches in creation couldn’t clear Tobo. Whereas ho was bound over and locked up in tho callabooso. But that vory night—way along in the still and solemn hours, as it wero—Web Dargin took a crow-bar and went down to tho callabooso, you understand, and made a slip-gap at ono corner and got Tobo out. When tho prisoner made his escape ho bit tho grit and bit it a movin, and tho next day Web ho went over to Tobo's house with papers of compollment and levelled on three acres of corn and one spotted stoor for his fees and costs in the case. Web Dargin is nothing but a piney- woods runt, without any book learnin to speak of, you understand, but if ho can hold out at his present lick ho will soon bo famous as a lawyer. Sense and book learnin aro good enough and all right for common, but with a jam-up, all-around lawyer in this present day and generation tho mainost thing is nerve. Familiar Quotations. Blev Scrog'ins—The riiainest thing that makes a man poor and keeps him poor is that four-cornered thing back there in the dininroom what ho pokes his feet under three times a day. John Andrew Milligan—A long face aint no sign of religion, and it aint the longest prayer that goes tho furthest either in this world or tho next. Aunt Nancy Newton—If there is any thing in this world that can givo me a comin appetite to go out on tho back porch and spit, it is a he woman or a she man. Bunk Weatherford— When so mover you heare a politicuss talkin so over- lastin much about tho pore, down-trod farmer, right then you can bet your side whiskers and your Sunday boots he Is greasin tho scat of his breeches in the hopes of slidin into a soft place. Will Tom Pickens—Every body horned unto this world in tho reglar way is gilt edgo endorsement for some man. Tho good Lord'wouldn’t bloss mo with so much sunshine and music at home i! I want aomowbat worthy of the Iran PDfttBafBUfc ARP STUDIES BATS. Not the Baseball Kind, However, But Those With Wings. He Wishes He Were m Nuturallet—From Hate MMd I lee a Ilia Thoufflita Kun tp the Women—Gen. P. M. It. Youn* and Ilia Vrm*y Quilt. Last night while we were nil quietly rending my wife looked up and remarked: ‘There is a bat in the room.” A long lime ago she used to jump up with alac rity and go into another room and wait ’.ill I got the little rnrinhit out, hut anno loniini takes the scare out of a woman as well us n man. and so now she keeps her ?eat. The girls said: “Take the lamp in the hall and it will go out,” but it would- »nt. My wife said: “You had better get the broom and knock it down, but don’t yam knock it this way.” I noticed that die put tin* Sunny South on her head sad- lle fashion and the girls had covered up ill but their eyes. Carefully I mounted a rhair and liegan to sweep for the little creature as it skimmed around, but it takes a long time and I lost my perpen dicular several times. "The bat is the missing link,” said I as I gave another stroke. “Seems to lie,” said my wife. “You miss it every time." "It is uot an amphibious animal," said I. “But very ambiguous." said she. "It is chiropterous and vcspertillo," said I us I made another lunge and the chair careened and let me down easy. Pausing a while to get breath, 1 remarked that those big words of Linneus meant having hands and fingers and coining out at twilight. "Well, do please get the thing out of here —and you can tell u about it afterward,” said my wife. The next effort was an ac cidental success. The bat was knocked down and swept out. Then I got the cy clopedia and discovered from it how the bat was a bird that laid no eggs, but gave birth to its young and suckled them—how it had hands and feet and fingers and toes and even finger nails and toe nails; how it had teeth, canines and molars; how it was not blind, but had little tiny eyes hid in the hair, eyes that cannot bear the fight and are entirely closed when flying around a lighted room. Cu vier experimented with them and put their eyes out and they could still fly around and never touch a wall or the ceiling. He said it was owing to their exquisite sense of touch am) of smell and hear ing The ancients said tho hat had a sixth sense by which they could avoid collision with walls and so forth, but Cuvier did not think so. They are a very ancient little animal and I reckon had a place somewhere in Noah's ark, but we don’t know whether he put them with the birds or the hugs. Moses declared them unclean and classed them with owls anil vultures. It seems to us'that it is a poor, miserable fife they five, but I reckon they enjoy it, especially when they come in tlie house and alarm the women and children. They have a unique and lonely place in creation, there being but two or three kinds, and they never cross or mix and have no society. They have the min iature hands and feet of human beings, the teeth of a dog and wings to fly like a bird. Even Darwin could not tell wheth er they evoluted backward or forward. I wish that I was a naturalist. It is an overliving mystery to study these little creatures all around us. How a fly can so swiftly glide upon the win low pane, what language the ants use as they puss aud repass one another as they go and come from their hidden nests. I watch them on the poles in the trellis and they never fail to pause for an instant and say something and quickly pass on. Maybe jt is “Howdy,” or “Are all well?" or "I am glad t<» see you—give my love to the children." That they say some thing there is no doubt. Then there are the lightning hugs that would tie a great wonder if they were not so common. Did you ever observe that they never lighten except to rise higher in the air? They make no descending fight, and so it is evi dent that the fight they make is not to see by, but to propel them upwards, It is an electric power—n force without heat— and our scientists might study it and an alyze the wonderful little chemical ma chine that lies hidden in its tail. It is a power ns well ns a fight. My friend Bus sey, the bee ninr. of Marietta, says he tried diligently to cross lightning bugs with his bees so that the cross could b<h> how to work in the dark, hut be failed. I have great res(iect for Liuneus and <!u- vier and Audobon mid Agassiz, who have left us such a treasury of knowledge that they gathered from nature. It does seem that providence raises up such men with a kind purismc and gives them a key to unlock His storehouse. Every once in a great while a groat man comes up to minister to our pleasure, our learning or our comfort. Tb«* knowledge becomes diffused and the world Incomes wiser and better. If innii Is the best tinder woman is the best diffuser of knowledge. J contemplated them yesterday as they worked op a crazy quilt at my house. A good lady, wt»« in always at work for the church, or the |»oor, of tbP heathen, brought over the patchwork of a quilt to be made up- She got her many friends to make each u square and yesterday it was all stitched together- aud embroidered and the seams pressed down and a rich border put on. and as it is aliout ns lovely as a crazy quilt can be, for they are the most distracted things in the world and nobody but crazy jioople admire them. Gen, young liked to have taken a fit over this one before ii was put together, and he has bought it for $!T» aqd is gpipg to take it to Guatemala when he goes back and will make an official spread of it on his couch of state. 1'erlinps he may wear it on reception days like a Roman toga or a Spanish piantilln. At any rate, those good women have been as crazy ns the quilt, and all for the sake of the heathen Chincac, who are killing up our missionaries. 1 liojs* it wifi re invested in imwder. I never saw the like. The harder the times the harder do the wom en beg for money for some charitable or church work. Almost every mail brings ' an urgent, pleading letter from souk- ! where wanting a little help for mercy's sake. What would the churchea do with out them? What would the prayer meet- inn do Or (ho weddings or the fnnernlil BILL ABP. Palpitation of the Heart Shortness of Breath, Swelling of Legs and Feet. ‘‘For about four years I was troub led with palpitation of the heart, shortness of breath and swelling of the legs and feet. At times I would faint. I was treated by the best phy sicians iu Savannah, Ga., with no re lief. I then tried various Springs without benefit. Finally, I tried Dr. Miles’ Heart Cure also his Nerve and Liver Pills. After beginning to tal-e them 1 felt fatten I continued taking them and I am now in better health than for many years. Since my recovery I have gained fifty pounds in weight. I hope this state ment may be of value to some poor sufferer.” E. B. SUTTON, Ways Station, Ga. Dr. Miles Heart Cure Is sold on a positive guarantee that tho first bottle will benefit. All druggists sell itat$l, 6 bottles for 15, or It will bo sent, prepaid, on receipt of price by the Dr. Miles Medical Co., Elkhart, lad. I »***%%%******<www Caveats, and Trade-Marks obtained and att Pat ent business conducted for MODCRATC FtCS. Oua Ornec is Opposite U. 8. PatentOrfi«t and we can secure patent in less time than those remote from Washington. > Send model, drawing or photo., with Uon. We advise, if patentable or not, free charge. Our fee not due till patent is secured. A Pamphlet. “ How to Obtain Patents,” with cost of same in the U. S. p^d foreign countries^ sent free. Address, C.A.SNOW&CO. Off. Patent Office, Washington. D. C.. •WWV*W' GAFFNEY CITY RAILWAY CO. Carroll & Co., Lessee. The following -schedule in effect March (1. 1895. Leave Gaffney (Lipscomb’s Hotel) 8:510 u. in. arriving Cooper-Limestone Instil ule 8:4f> a. m. Rli'lTUMNT. Leave Coopor-J.imvstonc Institute 2:15 p. in. arrive at Gaffney 2:25 p, m. SOUTHERN RAILWAY GU. (KASTLRN STSTUALj PIEDMONT AIR LINI 9NDENSED SCHEDULR Of PASSENGER TBAflHk Ves. f'stm'l Northbound No. 3 8 No 36 No.12 No. 11 July 28th, 1805. Daily Daily Dally ExSm Lv Atlanta c time 12.00 m 9.00 p 7250 a 4.3ft i “ Atlanta E time 1.00 p 10.00 p 8.50 a 5.8> j •• Norcross . in.40 p 9.33 a 6 Aft I M Buford 11.13 n’10.06 a 7.(8 •* Gainesville.. 2.25 1)11.4! u 10.35 a 7.33 •• Lula sin M Cnrnpli* 12 H2 a!ll.22 a ILff ] •• Mt Airy 12.36 a!ll.25 a MO j •* To eoa 1/4 a 11.50 a M Westminster. 1.4! a 12.24 D “ Scno.a 2.02 a 12 41 P “ Crntral 4.45 p 2.35 a 1.20 p ** Gr enville.... 5 2r P :i.2 , .> a 2.14 p “ Sp.rianburg.. C.IS p 4.2: a 3.19 p “ GniTneys 5.03 a 4.10 p ** Bla kshrrg... 7.05 p 5.22 a 4M p “ King sMount'n 5.45 a 5.00 p “ Gastonia . . . •■ fi (W a 52W p Ar. Charlotte 8.2 > p 6.50 a C.30 p Ar. !'>1)villa ..... 12.00 a U.40 p U.VS p • • • a • • S Ar. Kic: mond 6.00 a 440 r 6.00 a . •#•••• Ar- W: sMngron.. Ml a 9.10 p • • eaeses " P..,ltim'e p.r.r. S.iA a 11.25 p “ Philadelphia.. 10.15 a 3.(0 a • ••e • • • seet ’• New York 12 53 n c.2o a •••••• •• Ves. f stm'l 1 Southbound. No. 3 7 No. 35 No. 11 No, 3? Dally Daily Dally ExSej Lv now York p.n.n 4.30 p 12.15 n “ Philadelphia.. C.M p 7.20 a • • • • • aes “ Baltimore 9.20 p 9.42 a • • • • • '* Washington... 10.43 p 11.15 a • • • • Sal “ Richmond 12.06 aj 12.56 p 12.05 a •••••#» “ Danville 5210 a G.10 p 7.06 a “ Charlotte 9.35 a 11.00 p 12.20 p *• Gastonia 11.35 p 1.06 p M Klng'bMount'n < 1.32 p “ Blacksburg.... 10.47 a 12.13 a 2.00 p •* Gaffneys 12.26 a 2.18 p “ Spi-rtanburg.. 11.37 a 1.00 a 3.05 p “ Greenville 12.28 p 1.52 a 4.40 p •* Central 1.15 p 2.4) A 5.45 p * Seneca 3.02 a 6.08 i> Westminster “ Toccoa 3.54 a 626 p “ Mount Airy... 7.35 p •* Cornelia 7.38 p (rtglpB '■ •• Lula 4.47 a 8.01 p 7^8] " Gainesville.... 3.31 p 5.04 a 8.27 p TjfJ ** Buford 9.C0 n rjll “ Norcrosa 9.35 p Ar Atlanta Etlme 4.65 p 6.25 a 10 JO p Ar Atlanta Clime: 3.50 y 5.25 a •’A" a. m. ‘’P.” p. m. • M." noon “N.* Nos.37 and 38—Washington and South! Vestibuled Llmlted.Through Pullman bciwc«u Xc* York and New Orleans, via ’ Ington, Atlanta and Montgomery, and twMn New York and Memphis, via ton, Atlanta and Birmingham. Dining Owe] Vos. 33 and x United States Fast Mail,] man Sleeping Cars l-etween Atlanta, (ornery and New York. Nos. II and 13. Pullmnn Sleeping Car I Richmond, Danville bil l (Irccusboro- W. A. TURK, 8. II. HARDWICK, Gen l Pass. Ag’t. Ai General Passi Washington, D C. Atuaitea,I W- H. RYDER. SiqiorlnieBdeBt, North Carolina f.B. GREEN, 0»nT Supt., WiitnotoR, a a J. M. CULP,