The ledger. [volume] (Gaffney City, S.C.) 1896-1907, April 30, 1896, Image 5
THE WEEKLY LEDGER': GAFFNEY, S. C., APRIL 30, 1890.
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1' I !oxrcr» and Fruit
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;;! r.ro D' inx marlo
: in (his subject is
, nietical. Dr. Tal-
; :h Iviii, 11, “Thou
1 garden.”
Wo have
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lyric aim f v ‘«
namth e!1
The Bil)l r is a grt at poem.
In it faulil' ss rl-.v'hm and bold imagery
And stnrtli'i« antithesis and rapturous
I'a.-t \al and instructive
•dd' . ' nal psalm, thoughts
erprcsswl in siyli m ro solemn than
that ci v'ho’tg iticry, more bold than
that of i f ni re terrible than that
of Dante, r >: natural than that of
Wordsw ' ^ 1 ' ia t • impassioned than
thatef i' d' cl., more tender than that
of CcffT r > Ui " r, ‘ weird than that of
Spensef’
This gn at p " :n brings all the gems
of fhc earth into its coronet, and it
weaves he flam a t f judgment into its
jjarlaud 1 , ::’. l pours eternal harmonies
ju its rh.v.hiu. Kvorything this book
toochis it m ir beautiful, from tho
pjjia Rtm :■ i .' ()•'■ summer thrashing
locrt t the < ngltti rs of Nahor filling
(jietr ugh f r i!;r camels, from the fish
|Ools of II. sin,on up to tho psalmist
prakji'egtii.d with, the diapason of storm
vfi.irlw 11, and Job’s imagery of
■^fhon, Arctum ; and the Pleiades.
T!in Oiurcli.
Jfy text li ads us in* > a scene of sum*
ftr redolcn.co. Tlio world has had a
pit many 1 < aitiful gardens. Charle-
B^ue add. d to tho gloiy of his reign
|fd "eraing that tiny bo established
ill through (he realm, deciding even
I |i n:. . f 1 iie flowers to be planted
Ire. 1! ury IV at Montpellier estab-
fchod gardens ..f bewitching beauty
©1 Innuriauce, gathering into them
[: Spine, J’yr. uec.n and French plants.
Cho of the f.Y.vetest, spots on eartli was
tie garden of t ie nstone, the poet. His
writings have made but little impros-
lion on the world, but bis garden, “Tho
I/'fi sowers, ” will b<! immortal. To tho
latural advantage' of that place was
Brought the ]; rf- cti-n if art. Arbor and
lerrac*' and si ■; » suh! rustic temple and
[reservoir and urn and fountain hero had
’(heir cr wning. Dak and yew and hazel
put f rth tin ir ri.'hest foliage. There
ms no life r re diligent, no soul more
ingenious, th :i that of Shenstono, and
ali that dili;t uco and genius he brought
to tho adorn::.i nt of that omo treasured
gpot. He gave £300 for it. He sold il
for £17,000. And yet I am to tell yon
today of a richer garden than any I liavo
mentioned. It is (he garden spoken of
in my text, tho garden of the church,
which belongs to Christ. II.' bought it,
ke planted it, he owns it, and ho shall
Karo it. Walter Scott, in his outlay at
Abbotsford, rained his fortune, and
now, in tho crimson flow, rs of those
gardens, you can almost think or im-
agino that you see the blood < f that old
man’s broken heart. The payment of
tho last £1U0,000 .sacrificed him. But
I liavo to tell you that Christ’s life and
Christ’s death were the outlay < f this
beautiful gar.V n of the church of which
my text speaks. Oh, how many sighs
and tears and pangs and agonies! Tell
me, yc women who saw him hang! Tell
me, yo executioners who lifted him and
let him down! Tell me, thou sun that
didst hide. Yo rocks (hat fell! Christ
’oved tho church and gave himself for
If the garden of the church belongs
u 'Mt, certainly ho has a right to
©uIKUi it. Cwuie, then, O blessed Jesus,
today, walk up and down these aisles
. §nd pluck what thou wilt of sweetness
.for thyself.
The church in my text is appropriate
ly compared to a garden because it is
tho place < f choice flowers, of select
fruits and < f thorough irrigation. That
would bo a strango garden in which
there wi re no flowers. If nowhere else,
they would lie along the bi rders or at
tho gateway. The homeliest taste will
rpefiit fli’:-, if it bo only tho old
fashioned hollyhock or dahlia or daffo
dil, but if thero bo larger means then
you will find the Mexican cactus, and
blazing azalea, and clustering oleander.
Well, now, Christ comes to his garden,
and ho plants there someof the brightest
spirits that over fl iwcred upon the world.
8omoof thou are violets, inconspicuous,
but sweet ns le aven. You have to search
and find them. You do not see them
very often perhaps, but you find where
they liavo been by tho brightened face of
tho invalid, and tins sprig of geranium
on tho stand, and tho new window cur
tains keeping out tho glare of tho sun
light. They aro perhaps more like tho
ranunculus, creeping sweetly along amid
tho thorns and briers of life, giving kiss
for sting, and many a man who lias had
In his way s <me great bhick rook <.f
trouble has found that they have cover
ed it all over with flowery jasmine, run
ning in and out amid the crevices. These
flowers in Christ’s garden arc not, like
the sunflower, gaudy in tho light, but
wherever darkness hovers over a soul
that needs to lio comforted there they
stand, night blooming cerenscs.
Thurnr lUniitn.
But in Christ's garden there arc plants
that may bo hotter compared to the
Mexican cactus—thorns without, loveli
ness within, men with sharp points of
character. They wound almost every one
that touches them. They are hard to
handle. Men pronounce them nothing
but thorns, but Christ loves them not
withstanding ali their shaqmisses.
Many a man has had a very hard ground
toonltivato, and it has only been through
Ht-vere trial lie has raised i veu the small
est crop of grace. A very harsh minister
was talking to u very placid elder, and
the placid cider said to the harsh min
ister, "D etor, I do wish you would
Control your temiwr.” “Ah,” said the
minister to tho elder, ”1 control more
tempi r in flvo minutes thou you do in
flvo yews. ”
It is harder for some men to do right
than for other men to do right. The
grace that would elevate you to the sev
enth heaven might not keep your broth
er from knocking a man down. I had a
friend who came to mo and said, “I
dare not join tho church.” I said,
‘'Why? ’ “Oh, ” ho said, “I have such
a violent temper. Yesterday morning I
was crossing very “arly at the Jersey
City ferry, and I saw a milkman pour a
largo quantity of water into tho milk
can, and 1 said to him, ‘I think that
will do,’ and he insulted me, and I
knocked him down. Do you think I I
ought to join tho church?” Neverthe
less that very same man, who was so
harsh in his behavior, loved Christ and
could not speak of sacred things without
tears of emotion and afrection. Thoms
without, s •’otness within — tho best
specimen ol the Mexican cactus I ever
saw.
There arc others planted in Christ’s
garden who are Uj ays radiant, always
impressive, more h .c tho roses of deep
lino that wo cocas "ally find, called
4 ‘Giants cf Battle, ’ ’ t, .o Martin Luthers,
St. Pauls, Chrysostoms, Wyclifs, Lati-
morsand Samuel Rutherfords. What in
other men is a spark in them is a con
flagration. When they sweat, they sweat
great drops of bloixl. When they pray,
their prayers take fi e. When they
preach, it is a Pentecost When they
fight, it is a Thermopy la?. When they
die, it is a martyrdom. You flndagreat
many roses in the gardens, but only a
few “Giants of Battle.” Men say,
“Why don’t you have more of them in
the church?” I say, “Why don’t you
have in the world more Humboldts and
Wellingtons?” God give.i to some ten
talents; to another, one.
In this garden of the church which
Christ has planted I also find the snow
drops, beautiful, but cold looking, seem
ingly another phase of winter. I mean
those Christians who are precise in their
tastes, unimpassioned, pui as snow
drops and as cold. They never shed any
tears; they never get excited; they never
say anything rashly; they never do any-
th’ng precipitately. Their pulses never
flutter; their nerves never twitch; their
indignation never boils over. They live
longer than most people, but their life
is in a minor key. They never run up to
C above the staff. In their music of life
they have no staccato passages. Christ
planted them in tho church, and they
must bo of some service or they would
not bo there—snowdrops, always snow
drops.
But I have not told you of the most
beautiful flower of all this garden spoken
cf in the text. If you see a century plant,
your emotions are startled. You say,
“Why, this flower has been 100 yeiu's
gathering up for ono bloom, and it will
be 100 years more before other petals
will come out. ” But I have to tell you
of a plant that was gathering up from
all eternity, and that 1,000 years ago
put forth its bloom never to wither. It
is the passion plant of the cross! Prophets
foretold it, Bethlehem shepherds looked
upon it In tho bud, the rocks shook at
its bursting, and the dead got up in
their winding sheets to sec its full
bloom. It is a crimson flower—blood at
tho roots, blotd on the branches, blood
on all tho lean*. Its perfume I* to fill
all tho nations. Its breath is heaven.
Come, O winds from tho north, and
winds from the south, and winds from
the east, and winds from the wi st, and
bear to all tho earth the sweet smelling
savor of Christ, my Lord!
them at tlio communion table. There are
women hero today of u higher typo of
character than Mary of Bethany. They
not only sit at the feet of Christ, but
they go out into tho kitelu n to help
Martha in he r work that she may sit
there too. There is a woman who has a
drunkard husband who has i xiiibited
mere faith and patience and courage
than Ridley in tho fire. Ho was con
sumed in 20 minutes. Hers has been a
20 years’ martyrdom. Yonder is a man
who has been lij years on his back, un
able to feed himse'f, yet calm and
peaceful .as though lie lay < n cue cf the
green banks of heaven, watching the
oarsmen dip their p.addlo in the crystal
river 1 Why, it seems tome this moment
us if St. Paul threw to use. pomologist’s
catalogue of the fruits growing in this
groat garde* cf Christ—love, joy, peace,
patience, charity, brotherly kindness,
gentleness, mercy, glorious fruit, enough
to fill all the baskets of earth and heav
en.
Well Irriffatert.
Again, the church iu my text is ap
propriately called a garden because it is
thoroughly irrigated. No garde a could
prosper long without plenty of water. I
have seen a garden in the midst of a
desert, yet blooming and luxuriant. All
around us were dearth and barrenness,
but there were pipes, aqueducts, reach
ing from this garden up to the moun
tains, and through those aqueducts tho
water came streaming down and tossing
up into beautiful fountains, until every
root and leaf and flower was saturated.
That is like tho church. The church is
a garden in the midst of a great desert
of sin and suffering, but it is well irri
gated, for “our eyes are unto the hills
from whence come th our help. ” From
the mountains of God’s strength there
flow down rivers of gladness. “There
is a river tho stream whereof shall make
glad tho city of our God.” Preaching
the gospel is one of the aqueducts. Tho
Bible is another. Baptism and the Lord’s
supper are aqueducts. Water to slake
the thirst, water to wash tho unclean,
water tossed high up iu the light of the
Sun of Righteousness, showing us the
rainbow around the throne. Oh, was
there ever a garden so thoroughly irri
gated! You know that tlio beauty of
Versailles and Chatsworth depends very
much upon (lie great supply of water. I
came to tho latter place, Chat.-worth,
one day when strangers are net to be ad
mitted, but by an inducement which
always seemed as potent with an Eng
lishman as an American I got iu, and
then tho gardener went far up a
stairs of stone and turned cn th
I saw it gleaming cn tho dry p
cf such a garden is when the king rides
out iu bis splendid carriage. It is not so
with thin garden, this King’s garden. I
throw wide open the gate and tell you
all to come in. No monopoly iu religion.
Whosoever will, may. Choose now be
tween a desert and e. garden. Many of
you have tried the garden of this world’s
delight. Yo” have found it has been a
chagrin. So if was with Theodore Hook.
IIome.de all the world laugh. Ho makes
ns laugh now when we read his p' i ms,
but he could not make his own heart
laugh. While iu the midst < f his fes
tivities he confronted a looking glass,
and ho saw himself and said: “There,
that is true. I look just as I am—done
up in body, mind and purse. ” So it was
of Shenstono, of whose garden I told
you at the beginning of my sermon. Ho
sat down amid those bowers and said:
4 ‘I have lost my road to happiness. I
am angry and envious and frantic, and
despise everything around me, just as it
becomes a madman to do!”
An Invitation.
O ye weary souls, come into Christ’s
garden today and pluck a little hearts
ease. Christ is the only rest and tho
only pardon for a perturbed spirit. Do
you not think your chance has almost
come? You men and women who have
been waiting year after year for some
good opportunity in which to accept
Christ, but have postponed it fi, 10, 20,
30 years—do you not feel as if now your
hour cf deliverance and pardon and sal
vation had come? O man, what grudge
bast thou against thy poor soul that thou
wilt not let it be saved? I feel as if sal
vation must come today in some of your
hearts.
Some years ago a vessel struck on the
rocks. They had only one lifeboat. In
i that lifeboat tho passengers and crew
1 were getting ashore. Tho vessel had
foundered and was sinking deeper and
deeper, and that one boat could not take
the passengers very swiftly. A little girl
stood on the deck waiting for her turn
to get into the boat. The boat came and
went, came and went, but her turn did
not seem to come. After awhile she
could wait no longer, and she leaped on
the tafii'rail and then sprang into tho
sea, crying to (ho boatman; “Save mo
next! Save ino next!” Oh, how many
have gone ashore into God’s mercy, and
yet you are clinging to the wreck of sin!
Others have accepted the pardon of
Christ, but you aro in peril. Why not
this moment make a rush for your im
mortal rescue, crj'ing until Jesus shall
hear you and heaven and earth ring
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came so near I c
rush and all over
mid hear them
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His worth If nil tho nations know,
Sure tho whelo on rth would lovo him too.
Choice Fruits.
Again, the church may bo appropriate
ly compared to a garden because it is a
place of fruits. That would be a strange
garden whioli hud in it no berries, no
plums or peaches or apricots. The coarser
fruits are planted in the orchard, or they
arc set out on the sunny hillside, but
tbo choicest fruits are kept in the gar
den. So in the world outside the church
Christ has planted a great many beauti
ful things—patience,charity, generosity,
integrity—but he intends the choicest
fruits to be in tho garden, and if they
are not there, then shame on the church.
Religion is not a mere r utimentnlity.
It is a practical, life giving, healthful
fruit—not posies, but apples. “Oh,”
says somebody, “I don’t sen what your
garden of the church has yielded. ” In
reply I ask where did your asylums
conic from, and your hospitals, and your
institutions of mercy? Christ planted
every ono of them. He planted them in
his garden. When Christ gave sight to
Bortimcns, ho laid tho cornerstone to
every blind asylum that has over been
built. When Christ soothed the demoni
ac of Galilei', he laid the cornerstone of
every lunatic asylum that has over been
established. When Christ said to tlio
sick man, “Take up thy bod and walk, ”
he laid the cornerstone of every hospital
tho world has ever seen. When Christ
said, “I was in prison and ye visited
me, "he laid tho cornerstone of every
prison reform association that has ever
been organized. Tho church of Christ is
a glorious garden, and it is full of fruit.
I know there is some poor fruit in it.
I know there are some weeds that ought
to be thrown over the fence. T know
there are some crab apple trees that
ought to be cut down. I know then' aro
some wild grapes that ought to bo up
rooted, but are yon going to destroy tho
whole garden because of a little gnarled
fmit? You will find worm oaten leaves
in Fontainebleau and iuscctsthat sting in
the fairy groves of the Champs Klysi'(*s.
Yon do not tear down and destniy the
whole garden because there are a few
specimens of gnarled fruit. I admit
there are iiitn and women iu tho church
who ought not to be there, but let us bo
just as frank uud admit tho fact that
there aro hundreds and thousands uud
tens of thousands of glorious Christian
men and women—holy, blessed, useful,
consecrated and triumphant. There is
no grander, nobler collection in all tho
earth than the collect ion of Christians.
There are Christian men in this house
whose religion is not a matter of psalm
singing and church going. Tomorrow
morning that religion will keep them
just as consistent and consecrated iu
their worldly occupation us it ever kept
until sunlight and wave in glees cue
wrestle tumbled at my feet. H > it. is
with tho church of God. Everything
comes from above—pardon from above,
joy from above, adoption from above,
sanctification from above.
Hark! I hoar the latch cf the garden
gate, and I look to s' ewko is coming. I
hear tho voice of Christ, “I :*.:n come
into my garden.” I say; “(> me in, O
Jesus! \Vo havo born waiting foi* thee.
Walk all through tho paths. L -■!: at
the flowers, look at tho fruit; rluck that
which thou wilt for thy.-vE. ” Jr.sns
comes into tho garden and up to that
old man and touches him, and rays:
44 Almost home, father; not nuniy ru re
aches for thee. I will never leave thee.
Take courage a little longer, and I will
steady thy tottering slips, and I will
sootko thy trouble! and give thee rert.
Courage, old man. ” Then Christ goes
up another garden path, and he comes
to a soul in trouble and says: “Peace!
All is well. I havo r^en thy tears, i
havo heard thy prayer. The sun shall
not smite thoo by day nor tho moon by
night. The Lord shall preserve thee
from all evil. He will presi rve thy soul.
Courage, O troubled spirit!”
Fluclcltiz tho I loirern.
Then I boo Jesus going up another
garden path, and I see great excitement
among tlio leaves, and I hasten up that
garden path to see what Jesus is doing
there, and lo! lie is breaking off flowers
sharp and clean from the stem, and I
say, “Stop, Jesus; don’t kill those beau
tiful flowers. ” He turns to me and says:
“I have come into my garden to gather
lilies, and 1 mean to take these up to a
higher terrace, for the garden around
my palace, and there I will plant them,
and in better soil and in better air they
shall put forth brighter leaves and sweet
er redolence, and no frost shall touch
them forever. And I looked up into Ids
face and said: “Well, it is bin garden,
and he has a right to do what ho will
with it. Thy will be done!” the hardest
prayer over man made.
It has seemed as if Jesus Christ took
tho best; from many of your households
tho best ono is gone. You know that she
was too ge,od for this world; she was
tho gentlest in he r ways, tho deepest in
her affections, and when at last the sick
ness came you had no faith in medicines.
You knew that the hour of parting had
come, and when, through tho rich grace
of the Lord Jesus Christ, you surrender
ed that treasure you said: “Lord Jesus,
take it. It is the best wo have; take it.
Thou art worthy!” Tho others iu the
household may havo been of grosser
mold. She was of the finest.
Tho heaven of your little ones will
not bo fairly begun until you get there.
All the kindnesses shown them by im
mortals will not make them forget you.
There they are, the radiant throngs that
went out from your bonus. I throw a
kiss to tho sweet darlings. They are all
well now in the palace. Tho crippltd
child has a sound foot now. A little
lame child says, “Ma, will I be lame in
heaven?” “No, my darling; you won’t
be lame in heaven.” A little sick child
says, “Mu, will I be sick in heaven?”
“No, my dear; you won’t bo sick in
heaven.” A little blind child says,
“Mu, will I be blind in houvt n?” “No,
my dear; you won’t bo blind iu heaven.
They are all well there. ”
I notice that the line gardens some
times have high fences around them and
fou cannot get in. It is so with a king’s
garden. Tho only glimpse you. ever get
the day of salvation!
i is tho last for s: me of
ut to sail away forever.
The planks thunder back
gangway. She chcvcs off. Sho
floats out toward the great ocean c f eter
nity. Wave farewell to your last chance
for heaven. “Oh, Jerusalem, Jerusa
lem, how often would I havo gathered
thee as a hi n gat., reth her brood under
her wings, rxd yc would not! Behold
your house is left unto you desolate. ”
Invited to r: vol in a gardi n, you die in
a di sort! May God Almighty, before it
is too late, break that infatuation.
“Avc, Starts Ktcn.ii.”
Slowly the procession moves on till it,
roadies an altar built
ran.par*.3 cf St. Male,
m
CONVENIENT HOTBED.
An
la
Old I’lnu With I;nj>rovpm«>nt»
Which an OH Stove Fisures.
There aro many uncertainties and
risks about tho hotbed whoso heat is
produced by fermenting horse manure
—so many, in fact, that tho amateur
and tho ordinary farmer are often de
terred from making use of this means
of securing early plants for the garden.
A plan originally described and illus
trated iu The Country Gentleman com
mends itself, as it is simple, inexpen
sive and easily tested. The plan is not
original, iu point of fact being really
an old plan with improvements.
The illustration shows the construc
tion of this oil stove hotbed, one end
being represented as cut away to show
tho interior arrangement. A long box
with sloping sash covers has within it
two sets of crosswise iron reds that can
easily be removed when desired. On the
upper set aro placed boxes of earth in
which seed is to bo sown. Tho lower
rods support an iron tray containing
water. Below this is ono of tho small
iron stoves to be found iu almost every
house. Tho lamp, cr stove, supplies the
jSik..
up agauist tho
. i ars i f rocl-s,
a boat drvhiug up against them, tho
feet drr.pi dwith long grarsliko seaweed
and on the rock the Virgin standing
with hands outstretched, as if in greet
ing. The boat is filled with tiny boys,
dn ssi d .like tho cithers in white and
blue as sailers, and as the crowd presses
upard the i roceraion passes along slow
ly the Ik ys in tho boat kneel, and lifting
their haiuls toward tho Virgin they be
gin to sing, “Ave, Maris Stella, Dei
Mater Alma!”
The !:*.vi shines brilliantly cn the
white veils of the girls, on the banners,
the statuettes, on the tall crucifix. It
shines in the upturned faces cf tho
er .wd, cu the rocks and tho boat, < a
the white Virgin and the little children
that kneel and sing to her. And beyond
it s'liues cn tho sea, so blue today, so
infinitely calm.
There was a schooner came homo
lately bringing with it some men from
a goelctte wrecked in a storm off tho
Newfoundland Banks. They had keen
picked up half d< ad floating cn spars,
and they su’d that in the storm, them
selves beyond hope, they had seen an
other boat sink near them. Sho hud
gone down with her crew kneeling on
her deck and singing: “Ave, Maris
Stella! Hail, Star of tho Sea!” Tho
name of her was not known. Only sho
was lest, sho and her crew that sang as
these children wore singing now, and
who, perhaps long ago, when they were
little lads, had themselves bee n chosen
to sing and kneel in the boat dashing
upon tho mimic recks at the feast of
the Rosary. She was lost, she and her
crow. These are the Torrencuvas, or
Newfoundland fishermen, who do not
come home.—Macmillan’s Magazine.
A Alcnto Curio Incident.
A correspondent at Monte Carlo de
scribes an amusing scene tho other day.
An American woman was making a
gr‘‘at iwv' .’.cause the manager declined
to pit ..cr more than £10, while they
had given a French lady £12 with which
to return to Paris. “Why, I have spent
thousands of dollars here,” she said,
“while this lady came to Monte Carlo
with about a louis iu her pocket, and
has been living upon you ever since. I
want £10 to take me back to New York,
and I will make a row until I get it.”
The Casino people detest a scone iu or
about (lie rooms, and the manager en
deavored to pacify her with an offer of
£10, under the plea that this sum would
tuko her to Loudon, where she could
then couiuiunieate with her friends. No.
She did not intend to go sponging on
her friends iu Ixmdcu. The gambling
tables had taken from her the whole of
the funds which she brought with her
for a tour in Europe. Unfortunately she
had stopped too long at Mimto Carlo.
Now the bank must hack lier again.
And she succeeded iu gettiugkhcr £40.
Torturing
lieumatisrn.
The busiest and most useful men
are not always exempt from sickness.
Especially are they liable to be at
tacked and completely disabled by that
most annoying and painful ailment—
Rheumatism. Men in all walks of life
are subject at any time to be seized
with this disease, and besides the great
bodily pain, there is almost unbearable
mental anguish at the thought of hav
ing one’s strength and vigor gradually
supplanted by a condition of utter
helplessness. Under the effects of
Rheumatism, the strongest men be
come the weakest, and the most useful
ire robbed of their usefulness.
One of the busiest of Atlanta’s citi
zens is Mr. J. A.LeSeur,the well-known
architect and builder, whose office is in
the Inman building. He has lived
in Atlanta for years, and some of the
prettiest residences and most substan
tial business blocks of the city are
monuments to his skill as an architect
and builder. For years he held the
responsible position of city building in
spector, and is also high in Masonic
circles, being now recorder of the Ma
sonic Council in this city.
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AN OIL STOVE HOTBED.
heat, which is partly given up to the
water, to bo given out by that in turn,
ami partly diffused throughout tho box.
Tho evaporation of tho water will keep
tho air moist—a condition essential to
plant growth. A sufficient body of water
should bo used so that steam may not
be generated.
A little practice will show just how
much flame mnst bo kept upon tbo lamp
to keep 'ho temperature warm at night.
On sunny days, of course, the lamp need
not bo lighted, while on extra cold
nights something in tho shape of mats
may bo needed to throw over tho glass.
A small door in tho sido or end admits
tho lamp. A very small opening should
bo mado at tho bottom for air to on tor
to food tho lamp, which another may bo
provided near tho top for ventilation,
tho latter being closed on very cold
nights.
Tho same idea can bo utilized iu a
smaller way in tho kitchen, whore a
box with tho interior* arrangement that
has been described maybe set before tho
kitchen window without a sash for a
cover—a wooden cover being provided,
to bo closed only at night to keep iu tho
heat from tho lamp. This can cf course
bo blown out when tho kitchen firo is
lighted. A hand lamp will furnish heat,
enough for this purpose. Whcro this ar
rangement is to bo used in a house care
should bo taken to burn only tho best of
oil and to see that tho heat is never high
enough to cause any danger whatever
from fire.
liOuinianu. Illca Districts.
Eight years ago the rice industry of
southwest Louisiana was practicaliy of
little account, and its crop cut very lit
tle figure iu tho world’s supply. What
little there was raised was produced in
small patches in lowland basins into
which tho rainfall from tho uplands
could bo drained. But today tho rico
fields cover thousands of acres of tho
highland prairies, which, less than a
docado ago, wero an almost unbroken
cattle range. Texas Farm and Ranch
explains that the greatest element.in
bringing about this transforn atiou is to
be found in tho extensive systems of
irrigation which havo been inaugurated.
These systems consist of pumping plants
driven by steam engines, and it is hero
wo must conio for object lessons of what
is to be accomplished by irrigation
where tho water must be raised to tho
level of the lauds whoro it is to bo util
ized by mechanical means.
Another Method of Ilnddlng.
A now method of budding trees and
cuttings during tho winter, when tho
sap is dormant, has been reported upon
by tho Texas station. A slioo of bark
was cut down tho stock uud left attach
ed at tho lower end. Part of tho top of
tho loose slip was then cut off and tho
bud fitted over tho cut place and bonud
firmly on with a piece of raffia. Tho
stocks woro kept in sphagnum moss un
til spring, when all but one of tho 50
young peach trees used in tho experi
ment were found to havo firmly “knit”
and mado strong shoots in tho growing
season.
Warning Against a Now Frand.
From tho North Carolina experiment
station comes a warning against a seed
peddler who is soiling what ho describes
as a “wonderful now plant,” tho plant
being in reality alsiko clover, which is
not adapted to North Carolina or tho
south. The plant is described by tho
fraudulent peddler as “resembling all
other varieties of clover, peas, beaus,
etc., grows two to four feet high on or
dinary land and is adapted to thin or
sandy soil. ’’
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It will be an agreeable surprise to
persons subject to attacks of bilious
colic to learn that prompt relief may
bo had by taking Chamberlain’s
Colic, Choi ra and Diarrhoea Rem
edy. In many instances the attack
may be prevented by taking this rem
edy as the first symptons of the dis-
easo appear, lio and all cent bottles
for solo by tho Dui’ro Drug Company.
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Mr. J. A. LeSkur.
But like many other busy men, Mr.
LcScur was overtaken by Rheumatism
and soon his strength gave way to a
condition of helplessness. This dread
disease produces more agony, he says,
than can well be described. 44 For
years I have suffered with Sciatic
Rheumatism and often felt as if %
small piece of my spine had been
taken out. also as if a fragment of
bombshell had passed through my left
!ii;». When I would sit down, I could
not straighten up for several minutes,
and then only at the expense of great
pain. 1 could get absolutely no relief,
though many remedies were tried.
Someone recommended S. S. S. and I
was almost in despair when I began its
use. In three days, however, I was
so greatly relieved that I felt very
little inconvenience from the rheuma
tism. The disease grew less painful
as I continued the S. S. S., and very
soon disappeared entirely. S. S. S.
also proved to be a fine tonic, as I now
have more appetite, and feel better
than ever before, in my' life. I cannot
say too much in praise of S. S. S.”
Rheumatism is a condition of the
blood which has always baffied the
doctors, and it is a peculiarity that
those who once have it are sure to al
ways be subject to its attacks from
time to time. The reason of this is
that the doctors are only able to give
temporary relief, but cannot rid the
system of the disease permanently*
S. S. S. is guaranteed
Purdy Vegetable
and is the only real blood remedy for
real blood troubles, such as Rheuma
tism, Scrofula, Cancer, I&czema,
Catarrh, Tetter, Contagious Blood
Poison, etc. When S. S. S. once
forces a disease from the system ft
never returns. Our valuable books
will be mailed free to any address*
Swift Specific Co., Atlanta, Gcorgi*
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A. N. WOOD.
BANKER,
iloi'.s 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 Bonds.
Buys County* and School Claims.
Your business solicited.
Grain and Provision Market.
New
Warehouse.
Ilnvlnir Just completed a new Iron ware
house. I am now nreunred lo furnUh hulld-
liiK liuiteriiil of all kinds ul the lowest mar
ket price. A cur load of Poors. Suiilt. Hllndit.
Mantles, Hruckcts. Ac.. Just, roocjv<*d.
l l 'lnorliiK. Celling, ('usings uud Mouldings
kept. In i|uuiitlties. Heart-pine Shinnies,
hoth sawed and lunulniadc in iihiindunev.
I'nine ami see me. I will help you tnitko
out your hills for material and not diarxo
you it cent. Make your openings for doom
and windows some rc>;uhir sizes so you ean
your sash and door- cheaper t han for
odd sizes. Ollicc in warehouse.
JL,. JJitker,