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THE WEEKLY LEDGER: GAFFNEY, S. C., MARCH 5, 1896 5 \ ALL MEN AI!E ASTRAY AN IMPRESSIVE SERMON , DR. TALMAGE. BY REV. Immense Throng* Hear the Imminent Bi- ▼Jne—Why f l; ;i Drift Array From Jcsni*, Keeking; That Which They Never Find. The Liberty of tho Gospel. Washington, March 1.—Tho gospel feuds out its gladdest sound in this ■ermon from tho nation’s capital. Im- ■enso throngs pack and overflow tho church to which Dr. Talmage preaches twice each Sahbath. His tent this morn ing was Isaiah liii, C: “All we, like sheep, have gouo astray. Y»'o have turned every cue to hin own way, and tht Lord hath laid ou !iim the iniquity of us all. ’’ Onco more I ring tho old gospel bell. The first half of try next text is an iu- iictment. All we, like sheep, have gone astray. Somo ono says: “Can’t you drop that first word? That is too general; that sweeps too great a circle.” Some man rises in tho audience, and ho looks over on tho opposite sido of tho house ami f ays: “There is a blasphemer, and I understand how lie has gone •stray. And there in another part of the homso is a defaulter, and ho has gone ■stray. And there is an impure person, ■ud ho has gene astray. ” Sit down, my brother, and look at homo. My text takes us ail in. It starts behind tho pul pit, sweeps the circuit of tho room, and comes back to tho point where it start ed, when it says, All wo, like sheep, have gone astray. I can very easily understand why Martin Luther throw up his hands after ho had found tho Bible and cried out, "Oh, my sins, my sins!” and why tho publican, according to tho custom to this day in the east, when they have any great grief, began to beat himself and cry, as ho sinoto upon Isis breast, “God be merciful to mo, a sinner. ” I was, liko many of yon, brought up iu tho country, and I know some of tho habits of sheep, and how they get astray and what my text means when it says, “All we, liko sheep, have gone astray.” Sheep get astray in two ways—either by trying to get into other pasture, or from being scared by tho dogs. In tho former way somo of us got astray. Wo thought tho roligion of Jesus Christ put »« on short commons. Wo thought there was better pasturage somewhere else. We thought if wo could only lio clown oa the banks of a distant stream, or nn- er great oaks on tho other sido of some kill, we might he better fed. Wo want ed other pasturage than that which God, through Jesus Christ, gave our soul, and wo wandered on and we wandered on •ud wo were lost. We wanted bread, ■nd wo found garbage. Tho farther wo wandered, instead of finding rich pas turage, wo found blasted heath and sharper recks and more stinging nettles. No pastnro. How was it in tho club house when you lost your child? Did they come around and help yon very much? Did your worldly associates con sole you very much? . Did not tho plain Christian man wbfi came into your house and sat up with your darling child give you more comfort than all worldly asso ciates? Did all Iho convivial songs yon aver heard comfort you iu that day of bereavement so much as tho song they *»ng to you—perhaps the very song that was sung by your little child tho last Sabbath afternoon of her life. There ia a happy lund Far, far away, Where saints immortal reign Bright, bright us day. God’s Masterpiece. Did your business associates in that day of darkness and trouble give you any especial condolence? Business exas- £ crated you, business wore you out, nsiness left you limp as a rag, business made you mad. You got dollars, but you got no peace. God havo mercy or» tlio man who has nothing but business to comfort him! Tho world afforded you no luxuriant pasturage, A famous English actor stood on tho stage imper- lounting, and thunders of applause came down from the galleries, and many thought it was the proudest mo ment of all his life, but there was a man asleep just in front of him, and tho fact that that man was indifferent and somnolent spoiled all tho occasion for him, and ho cried, “Wake up, vako up!” Ho one littlo annoyance in life has been more pervading to your mind than all the brilliant congratulations and success. Poor pasturage for your roul yon find in this world. Tho world has cheated yon, tho world has belied you, tho world has misinterpreted you, tho world has persecuted you. It never comforted you. Oh, this world is a good rack from whic h a horse may pick his food. It is a good trough from which tho swine may crunch their moss, but it gives but little food to a soul blood bought and immortal. What is a soul? It is a hope high as the throuo of God. What is a man? You say, “It is only a man.” It is only a man gone overboard tn sin. It is only a man gone overboard in business life. What is a man? Tbk battleground of three worlds, with his bands taking hold of destinies of light bt darkness. A man ! No line can meas ure! b* lu - No limit can bound him. Tho itfCbunKPl before tho throne cannot out: live him. Tho stars ahal! die, but bq ivill watch their extinguishment. The t^orld will burn, but he will gaze at the conflagration. Endless ages wil) march on. Ho will watch the proces- pion. A man! The masterpiece of God Almighty. Yet you say, “It is only a man.” Con a nature like that be fed on busks of tho wilderness? Bubstiuitinl comforts will not xto-w On natnro't harron soil; All wo o::n boast till Christ we know Is vanity and toil. The Soul That Kinneth. Some of you got astray by looking for better pasturage; others by being scared by tho dogs. Tho hound gets over into tho pasture flold. Tho poor things fly in every direction. In u few moments they are torn of the hedges and they are pplashed of the ditch, and the lost sheep ever gets home unless the farmer goes after it. There is nothing so thoroughly lost as a lost sheep. It may havo hem in 1857, during tho financial panic. 01 during t'uo financial stress in tho fall ol 1873 win n you got a tr:;y. You almost became an atheist. You said, “Where if God that honest men go down and thieves prosper?” You were dogged ol creditors, you were dogged of the bunks, you were dogged of worldly disaster, and some of you went into misanthropy and some of you took to strong drink and others of yon fled out of Christian asso ciatiou, and yon got astray. Oh, man, that was tho last time when you onghl to havo forsaken God. ,Standing amid tho foundering of your early failures, how could you get along without a God tocomfort you and a God to deliver yot and a God to help you and a God tosnvf you? You tell mo you have been through enough business trouble almost to kill you. I know it. I cannot understand how tho boat could live one hour iu that chopped sea. But I do not know by what process you got astray; sonic in cuo way and s< me in another, and ii you could really sec tho p< Ytion somooi yon occupy before God your soul would burst into an agony of tears and you would pelt tho heavens with theory, “God havo mercy! Hinui’s batteries havo been nnlimbered above your soul, and at times yon have heard it thunder, “Tho wages of sin is death. ” “All have sinned and come short of the glory ol God.” “By one man sin entered iut». the world, and death hy sin, and sc death passed upon all men, for that all have sinned.” “The soul that siiincth, it shall die.” When Sevastopol was bo ing bombarded, two Russian frigates burned all night in the harbor, throw ing a glare upon tho trembling fortress, ami some of you, from what you have told me yourselves, some of you ar« standing in tho night of your soul’s trouble, tho cannonade, and tho confla gration, and the multiplication, and the multitude of your sorrows and troubles I think must make the wings of God’s hovering angles shiver to tho tip. Melody From Hoavon. But tho last part of my text opens a door wide enough to let us all out and to let all heaven in. Hound it on the organ with all tho stops out. Thrum it ou tho harps with all tho strings atunc. With all tho melody possible let the heavens sound it to tho earth and let their testimony, what thrilling experi ences wc fenonldhearon all sides! There is a man who would say • “I had bril liant surroundings; Iliad the best edu cation that one of tho best collegiato in stitutions cf this country could give and I observed all tho moialitics of life, and I was self righteous, and I thought l was all right before God as I am all right before man, but tho Holy Spirit came to mo one Hay and said, ‘You are a sin ner;’ the Holy Spirit persuaded mo of tho fact. While I had escaped tho sins against the law of tho land, I had really committed the worst sin a man ever commits, the driving buck of tho Hon of God from my heart’s affections, and I saw that my hands were red with tho blood of the Son of God, and I begun to pray, and peace enme to my heart and I know by experience that jvhat you say is true. ” “On him the Lord hath laid tho iniquity of *8 all!” Y’oudcris a man who would say, “I was t bo worst drunk ard iu the city; I went from bad to worse; I destroyed myself; I destroyed my home; my children cowered when I entered the house; when they put up their lip to bo kissed, 1 struck them; when ray wife protested against tho maltreatment, I kicked her into the street. I know all the bruises and all the terrors of a drunkard’s woe. I went on farther and farther from God until one day I got a letter, saying: “Mr Dr. Art IIusuavd—I have triol every way, done everything *nil prayed earnestly and fer vcntly far your reformation, but it seems ol no avail, fcinco our little Henry died, with tho exception of those few happy weeks when you remained sober, my life had been ono ol sorrow. Many of tho nip-hts I have sat by tht window, with my face bathed in tears, watch ing for your nomine. 1 am broken hearted, 1 nm sick. Mother end father have Ireon hert frequently and becked me to eome home, bul my love for you and my hope for brighter days have always made me refuse them. That hope seems now beyond realization, and I havo re turned to them. It is hard, and I battled lonfe before doin* it. Mr}- God bless and pros; rvt you, and take from you that accursed appetite, and hasten the day when we shall bo again liv ing happily together. This will be my daily prayer, knowing that be has said, ‘Como untc me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rout.’ From your loving wife, “Maky. “And so I wandered on and wan and put them on tho shoulders of the Son of God. I say, “Canst thou bear any more, O Christ?” Ho says, “Yes, more.” And I gather up tho sins of all those who serve at these altars, the offi cers of the church of Jesus Christ—I gather up all their sins and I put them ou Christ’s shoulders, and I say, “Caust thou bear anymore?” He says, “Yes, more. ” Then I gather up all tho sins of a hundred people in this house and I put them on tho shoulders of Christ, and I say, “Canst thou bear more?” He says, “Yea, more.” And I gather up all the sins of this assembly and put them on tho shoulders of the Hon of God, and I say, “Canst thou bear them?” “Y T ea,” he says, “more.” But ho is departing. Clear tho way for him, tho Hon of God. Open the door and let him pass out. He is carrying our sins and bearing them away. Wo shall never see them again. He throws them down into tho abysm, and you hear the long reverberating echo of their fall. “On him the Lord hath laid tho iniquity of us all.” Will you let him take your sins RENDERING BEESWAX. tho earth tell it to the heavens. The Lord hath laid on him tho iniquity o! I us till.” 1 am glad that the prophet did j not stop to explain whom he meant by ; “him.” Him of tho manger, him of the bloody sweat, him of tho resurrection | throne, him of tho crucifixion agony. “On him the Lord hath laid the iniquity ofusall.” “Oh!” say:; some man, "that isn’t generous; that isn’t fair. Let ev- j ery man carry his own burden ami pay his own debts. ” That sounds reason- j able. If I havo an obligation, and I have the means to meet it, and I come to you , aud ask yon to settle that obligation, | you rightly say, “Pay your own debts.” If yon and I, walking down the street —both hale, hearty and well—I ask | you to carry me, yon say rightly, "Walk on your own feet!” But suppose you . and I were in a regiment, and I was | wounded imho battle, and I fell r.ncou- j | scions at your feet with gunshot frac tures and dislocations, what would you do? You would call to your comrades, saying: “Come and help; this man is helpless. Bring the ambulance. Let us take him to the hospital,” and I would | bo a dead lift in your anus, and you would lift me from the ground where I had fallen, and put mo in the nmbu- j lance, aud take me to the hospital, and have nil kindness shown me. Would there be anything bemoaning in my ac cepting that kindness? Oh, no. \ r ou would be mean not to do it. That is what Christ does. If wo could pay our debts, then it would bo better to go up and pay them, saying: “Here, Lord, hero is my obligation. Here are thq ! means with which I mean to settle that obligation. Now give no a receipt. i Cross it all out.” Tho debt js paid. But the fact is wo have fallen in the battle, wo have gone down under tha hot fire of our transgressions, vve have been wounded by the sabers of sin, we are helpless, wc are undone. Christ comes. Tho loud clang heard in the sky on that Christmas night was only the bell, the resounding bell of tho am bulance. Clear the way for the Son of God. He comes down to bind r.p the wounds, and to scatter the darkness, and to save the lost. Clear tho way for tho Son of Cod! Christ comes down to us, and wo are a dead lift. Ho does not | lift us with tho tips of his fingers. He docs not lift ns with one arm. Ho comes down upon his kme, aud then with a dead lift ho raises us to honor and glory aud immortality. “The Lord hath laid on him tho iniquity of us all.” Why, then, will a man carry his sins? Yon | cannot carry successfully tho smallest sin yon ever committed. You might as well pnt the Apennines ou one shoul der and tho Alps on the other. How much loss eau you carry all tho sins of yonr lifetime? Christ comes and looks down in your face aud says: “I have come through all tho lacerations of these days, and through all the tempests of these nights. I have come to bear yonr burdens, aud to pardon yonr sins, and to pay your debts. Put them on my shoul der, pnt them on my heart.” “Ou him tho Lord hath laid tho iniquity of us all. ” Hin has almost pestered the life out of somo of you. At times it lias made yon cross and unreasonable, and it has spoiled the brightness of your days and the peace of your nights. There are men who havo been riddled of sin. The world gives them no solace. Gossamery and volatile ihe world, while eternity, as they look forward to it, is black as midnight. They writhe under tho stings of a conscience which proposes to give no rest here and no rest hereafter, and yet they do not repent, they do not pray, they do not weep. They do not realize that just tho position they oc cupy is the position occupied by scores, hundreds and thousands of men who never found any hope. Tuk« God to Tour Heart. If this meeting should be thrown open aud tho people who are hero could give i scions of my own sins first, I take them dered on,” says that man, “until ono night I passed n Methodist meeting house, and I said to myself, ‘I’ll go in aud see what they are doing,’ and I got to the door, and they were singing: “All may come, whoever will— Tliis man receives poor sinners still. “And I dropped right there where I was, and I said. ‘God havo mercy!’ aud he had aierey ou me. My homo is re stored, my wife tings all day long dur ing work, my children come ont a long way to greet me home, and my house hold is a little heaven. I will tell you what did all this for mo. It was tho tiuth that this day you proclaim, ‘On him tho Lord hath laid tho iniquity of us alb’ Yonder is a woman who would say, ‘I wandered off from my father’s house, I heard tho storm that pelts on a lost soul. My feet were blistered on tho hot rocks. I went ou and on, thinking that no one cared fur my soul, when ono night Jeans mot me, aud ho said, ‘Poor thing, go home! Y’our falher is waiting for yo«, your mother is waiting for you. (Jo home, poor thing!’ And, sir, I was too weak to pray, and I was too weak to repent, but I just cried ont—I sobbed out my rius and my sorrows on the shoulders of him of whom it is said, ‘the Lord hath laid on him the iniquity of us ail.’ “ Human Syr.ipatky. There is a young man who would say: “I had « Christian bringing up; I came from tho country to city life; I started well; I bad a good position—a good commercial position—but one night at the theater I met some young men who did mo no good. They dragged pio al\ through tho sewers of iniquity, and f lust my morals, and I lost my position, and I was shabby and wretched. J was going down the street, thinking that no one eare d for me, when a young man tupped me on tho shoulder and said: ‘George, come with me, aud I will do you good.' I looked at him to f eo wheth er he was joking or not. I saw ho was in earnest, find I raid, ‘What do you mean, sir?’ ‘Well,’ he replied, ‘I mean that if yon will come to tho meeting to night I will be very glad to introduce you. I will meet you at tho door. Will yon come?’ Haid I, ‘I will.’ I wont to the place where I was tarrying. I fixed myself up as well as I could. I button ed ray cost over a ragged vest, and I went to the door of tho church, and the young man met mo, and we went iu, and as I went in I heard an old man praying And he locked so much liko my father I sobbed right out, and they were all around, so kin.land so sympathetic, that I just there gnvo my heart to God, aud I know that what you say is true; I know it in n:f own experience.” “On him the Lord hath laid the iniquity pf ns all.” Oh, my brother, without stop ping to look whether your hand trem bles r/r not, without stopping to look wnotber your hand ii bloated with aiu or not, put it in my hand and let me give yon one warm, brotherly, Christian grip aud invite you right up to the heart, to th« compassion, to tho sympa thy, to the pardon of him on whom the Lord hath laid the iniquity of us all. Throw away your sins. Carry them uq longer. I proclaim emancipation to all who are bound, pardon for all sin aud eternal life for all the dead. “I Came From Calvary." Home one comes hero today and I stand aside. He comes up three steps. Ho comes to this place. I must staud aside. Taking that place ho spreads abroad his hands, and they were nailed. You see bin feet; they were bruised. He pulls aside the robo aud shows yon his wounded heart. I say, “Art thou weary?” “Yes,” ho says, “weary with tho world’s woo.” I say, “Whence comcst thou?” He says, “I came from Calvary.” I say, “Who comes with thee?” He says, “No one; I have trod den the winepress alone.” I say, “Why oomest thou nerc?” “Oh,” he says, “I came hero to curry all the sins and sorrows of the people!” And he kneels. He says, “Put ou my shoulders all the sorrows and all tho sins.” And, con- today? or, do you say, “I will take charge of them myself, I will fight my own battles, I will risk eternity on my own account?” I know not how near somo of you havo come to crossing tho line. A clergyman said in his pulpit one Sabbath, “Before next Saturday night ono of this audience will havo passed out of life.” A gentleman said to an other seated uoxt to him : “I don’t be lieve it. I mean to watch, and if it doesn’t come true by next Saturday night I shall tell that clergyman his falsehood.” Tho man seated next to him said, “Perhaps it will be yourself.” “Oh, no,” tho other replied. “I shall live to bo an old man.” That night ho breathed his last. Today tho Saviour calls. All may come. God never pushes a man off. God never destroys anybody. Th^man jumps off, ho jumps off. It is suicide—soul suicido —if the mau per ishes, for tho invitation is, “whosoever will, let him come,” whosoever, whoso ever, whosoever! Whilr God invites, how blest tho day, How swi-ut tho pospel’s charniinp sound! Como, sinner, haste, oh, haste away While yet a gardening God is found. In this day of merciful visitation, while many are coming into tho king dom of God, join tho procession heaven ward. Heated in my church was a mau who came in who said, “I don’t know that there is any God. ” That was ou Friday night. I said, “Wo will kneel down and find ont whether there is any God.” Aud in tho second scat from tho pulpit wo knelt. He said: “I have found him. There is a God, a pardoning God. I feel him hero.” He knelt in the dark ness of sin. Ho arose two minutes after ward in tho liberty of tho gospel. While another sitting under tho gallery on Friday night said: “My opportunity is gone. Last week I might have been saved. Not now. Tho door is shut. ” “Behold the Lamb of God who taketh away tho sin cf tho world.” “Now ia tho accepted time. Now is tho day of salvation.” “It is appointed unto all men once to die, and after that the judgment 1” Itrico and tho Cabbleg. Every mau with a plug hat ? a, heavy beard who leaves tho capiu. on. the cast sido, after tho adjournment of tho senate, creates a regular scramble, among tho "cabbies” who staud ou that side cf tho building, for just at that timo they are looking for Senator Brice, who invariably rides homo iu ono of these vehicles and who never gives less than a dollar for a very short ride, and pot infrequently considerably more, wbicli fact makes tho senator a very de- sirublo passenger, and hence tho unusual scramble of tho "cabbies.” The senator seems to enjoy it, how ever, and usually takes tho first vehicle that reaches him, whether it bo a hack, a cab, n hansom or a conpo. Tho other evening tho senator, togeth er with a friend, was leaving the capi- tol at tho usual exit, aud when tho “cabbies” saw him tho usual scramble ensued, and the senator had hardly walk ed ten yards before bo w’as surrounded by no less than a dozen vehicles of every description. But t ho senator did not seem to take tho rush in his usual smiling way on this day, and walking over near the cab stand ho and his friend jumped into the only vehicle that did not mak*> a dart to secure him. The driver did not recover from his astonishment for about a minute, but when he did he whipped up, aud going past his brother “cabbies’’’ he nearly fell off bv* scat laughing, while the senator looked cut of the window and smiled.— Washington Htar, A Flan by Which the Work Ik Done Neat ly and Without W.i-.to. A correspondent of The American Beo Journal gives tho following illustrated description of his mode of extracting beeswax: There is no vexation cf tho flesh to be compared with what I havo had in my search for tho best method in rendering beesw T ax. I tried fire, hot air, steam and the sun processes, but with littlo satis faction. Tho extracting was either too slow and wasteful or proved damaging to the wax. It is said that necessity is the mother of invention. Recently I had a great amount of wax to extract and made it a sori jus, sober study. I fixed ou a plan which was at once put in execution aud with most gratifying results. A largo iron wash kettle is filled about one-third full of water and placed over a fire. The comb to bo rendered into wax is placed in a sack of cheeso cloth and packed down by pouring over it boiling water. This is done iu a tin can of about a foot in diameter aud three feet high. After the bag is nearly filled, tho tin can containing it is placed inside of tho iron kettle. To keep the bag with the wax fixed to the bottom of the can, and at tho same timo under the hot water a few inches, insert a press made of wire, with two uprights, but united above. To tho crosspiece of tho wire above suspend a smoothing iron, with a hook, in order to keep the bag under water, and to main Fail; a constant gentle pressure. A brisk lire is mam- a 3Y G! Is a deep-seated blood disease which all the mineral mixtures in the world cannot cure. S.S.S. {guaranlccdpurely vegetable ) is a real blood remedy for blood diseases aud has no equal. Mrs. Y. T. Buck, of Delaney, Ark., had Scrofula for twenty-five years and most of the time was under the care of the doctors who could not relieve her. A specialist said he could cure her, but he filled her with arsenic and potash which almost ruined her constitution. She then took nearly every so-called blood medicine and drank y. them by the wholesale, ^>but they did not reach / t hcr trouble. Some one advised her to try S.S.S. and she very soon found that she had a real blood remedy at last. She says: “After tak ing one dozen bottles of S.S.S. I am perfectly well, my skin is clear and healthy and I would not be in my former condition for two thousand dollars. Instead of drying uptli'epoison in my system, like the potash and arsenic, S.S.S. drove the disease out through the skin, aud I was perma nently rid of it.” A Real Blood Remedy. S.S.S. never fails to cure Scrofula, Eczema, Rheumatism Contagious Blood Poison, or any disorder of the blood. Do not rely upon a simple tonic to cure a deep-seated blood disease, but take a real blood remedy. Our books _ free upon appli cation. Swift Specific Co., Atlanta, Ga. - EU ! I Story of A Titled Spendthrift. In Vienna a man lias just been buried who, though ho lived iu great poverty, was closely connected with tho royal houso of Wurttemberg. This was Count Eberhardvon Wurttemberg, grandson of Duke William of Wurttemberg and tb» Baroness Tunderfeld. In hia youth ho made himself so disagreeable to the reigning house by hi* eccentricities that he was kept a prisoner iu the Ulm for tress. His escape was a romantic affair. He swam across the Danube and fled to Austria, never to leave it again until death. Ho had few wants and succeeded in living on next to nothing until tho king of Wurttemberg gave him an annuity. But he regularly spent the whole of it during the first half of the month and had nothing to live on during the rest. Part of hia small income was spent upon his daughter, who survives him. Count Eberhard composed music, and his ouo joy in life was to hear military bands play his compositions, of which tho Alexander, Togetthoff and Emperor William marches are ■MB on their reper tory. His purse was empty, as usual, after his three days’ illness, and this cousin of the king of Wurttemberg, with his flue physique and noble bearing, had a third class funeral and no mourners except his poor landlady. He reached the age of (12 and had lived 40 years in. Austria.—Loudon Htandard. KENDKIIING COM11 INTO WAX. tained under tho iron kettle, and tho water in both vessels is kept to a boil ing point, until the wire press has set tled so far to tho bottom to show’ that the wax may have been all extracted and was now floating on the surface. After tho above process is completed ) withdraw the lire, and when tho water i gets cold, remove the wax from the can. If removed in broken pieces, which is i usually the ease, it is afterward melted on a stove iu a suitable cake for tho | market. If tho cake in the can is likely j to bo too thick, tho wax had bettor bo i skimmed off before it consolidates. | Now’, this way of rendering wax is to > do quick and very neat work, with no | mishaps and with littlo or no waste, j And the cost of the machinery is in keeping with the business! Sometimes, after removing tho wax from tho tin can, I give tho debris a second boiling, should tho first boiling not bring all the wax to tho surface. Through this process of ebullition, the wax of black comb becomes comparatively pure, leav ing its pigmentous properties in tho wa ter, which is turned black aud dirty. For a second or subsequent boiling, change the water in the can. In tho cut, A represents tho iron ket tle; B network of wire or of spiral form, at ouo end of tho wire press; C and G wire press, D tin can, E piece of wood to keep tho wire press iu place, F comb iu bottom of can, II smoothing iron. Formation of Navel Orangm. It has been shown in Meehan's Month ly that the tangerine orange and pos sibly some other varieties are formed through the effort of the orange to make a secondary fruit at tho apex of tho orig inal one, oulv that it failed to make any original at all. In other words, tho tangerine orange is a well developed secondary fruit. How this can bo brought about may bo readily under stood by carefully examining the oranges known in the markets as tho naval variety. In these cases a small orange can often be found at the apex, some times of considerable size. When this small one is largely developed and tho larger ono wholly suppressed, then we havo tho tangerine. The Farm Walk. Some ouo has found out how far • farmer has to walk to put in and attend to 40 acres of corn. To plow tho ground with a 1(1 inch plow ho walks 350 miles, to harrow it thoroughly before planting he walks 50 miles and to cultivate it afterward he will have to travel 350 miles, making a grand total of 750 miles, besides garnering. Brief Mention. One of tho chief characteristics of the cassabnuana appears to bo its keeping aud shipping qualities. On account of the shortage in the Florida orange crop this year, large quantities havo been hurried forward from Jamaica. Large quantities of corn are being ex ported from Galveston direct to Euro pean ports. Houtheru Farm says that there is a good demand for well formed good sized mules. Editor Root of Beo Gleanings says that tho important essentials in wintering beos are “good bees of right age, good food and suitable protection.” Tho number of creameries increased over 60 per cent in the scuthern states between 1880 aud 1800, and tho gain during the lost five years has undoubt edly been still greater. The thrifty farmer will never havo to buy anything that he can raise at home. A. N. WOOD, BANKER, does a general Banking and Exchange business. Well secured with Burglar- Proof safe and Automatic Time Lock. Safety Deposit Boxes at moderate rent. Buys and sells Stocks and Buys County and School Ciah:; .lem Your business solici! (u. Grain and Provision Market. FOR BBT - ' tr Up-to- •Date mg. t o' Wnnt- w w LEDGERw Gaffney :he s. a Southem Rwim V PIEDMONT AIR L!M Condensed Schedule cf Presenter Treirs. Northbound. Vt\ No. 38 i i No • O No. i 2 J >ui \ N >. |8 Jan. 5, 1896. Daily .Daily i'. Sim Lv. Atlanta, C. 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