The ledger. [volume] (Gaffney City, S.C.) 1896-1907, September 13, 1895, Image 2
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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 $!T» aqd is gpipg to
take it to Guatemala when he goes back
and will make an official spread of it on
his couch of state. 1'erlinps he may
wear it on reception days like a Roman
toga or a Spanish piantilln. At any rate,
those good women have been as crazy ns
the quilt, and all for the sake of the
heathen Chincac, who are killing up our
missionaries. 1 liojs* it wifi re invested
in imwder. I never saw the like. The
harder the times the harder do the wom
en beg for money for some charitable or
church work. Almost every mail brings
' an urgent, pleading letter from souk-
! where wanting a little help for mercy's
sake. What would the churchea do with
out them? What would the prayer meet-
inn do Or (ho weddings or the fnnernlil
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Palpitation of the Heart
Shortness of Breath, Swelling
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‘‘For about four years I was troub
led with palpitation of the heart,
shortness of breath and swelling of
the legs and feet. At times I would
faint. I was treated by the best phy
sicians iu Savannah, Ga., with no re
lief. I then tried various Springs
without benefit. Finally, I tried
Dr. Miles’ Heart Cure
also his Nerve and Liver Pills. After
beginning to tal-e them 1 felt fatten I
continued taking them and I am now
in better health than for many years.
Since my recovery I have gained fifty
pounds in weight. I hope this state
ment may be of value to some poor
sufferer.”
E. B. SUTTON, Ways Station, Ga.
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guarantee that tho first bottle will benefit.
All druggists sell itat$l, 6 bottles for 15, or
It will bo sent, prepaid, on receipt of price
by the Dr. Miles Medical Co., Elkhart, lad.
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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.
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No.12
No. 11
July 28th, 1805.
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Ington, Atlanta and Montgomery, and
twMn New York and Memphis, via
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man Sleeping Cars l-etween Atlanta,
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