The ledger. [volume] (Gaffney City, S.C.) 1896-1907, September 10, 1896, Image 5

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THE LEDGER: GAFFNEY, S. C., SEPTEMBER 10, 1896. THE FULL CORNCRIB. r.EV. DR. TALMAGE’S GLOWING PIC TURE OF PASTORAL LIFE. I'lcnty In K-ypt cud Want In Canaan. Tlie Journey of Uio Hook of Jacob and ’ I Rexult — A Cure For 8ln Starved Souls. Washington, Sopt fi.—No ono not born and broupltt up in tho country could preach a sermon like this of Dr. Tnhnngc. It is a pa. toral and full of scenes from country life. Tho text is Genesis xliii, 8, And Judah spake unto him suyinp, Tho man did solemnly pro test unto us, saying, Ye shall not see my face, except your brother bo with you. Nothing to oat! Plenty of corn in Egypt, hut ghastly famine in Canaan. The cattle moaning in tho stall. Men, women and children awfully white with hunger. Not the failing of ono crop for one summer, but the failing of all tho crops for seven years. A nation dying ft t Jack of that which is so common on your table and so little appreciated, tho product of harvest field and gristmill and oven, the price of sweat and anxiety and struggle—bread! Jacob, the father, has the last report from the flour bin, and he finds that everything is out, and he says to bis sons, “Boys, hook up the wagons and start for Egypt and get us something to oat.” The fact was, there was a great cornerib in Egypt. Tho people of Egypt have been largely taxed in all ages, at tho present time paying between 70 and 80 per cent of their products to the government. No wonder in that time they had a large cornerib, and it was full. To that crib they came from the regions around about—those who were famished—some paying for the corn in money; when tho money was exhausted paying for tho corn in pheep and cattle and horses and camels, and when they were exhausted then selling their own bodies and their fam ilies into slavery. The mission. The morning for starting out on tho crusade frn broad has arrived. Jacob gets his family up very early. But be fore the elder sons start they say some thing that makes him tremble with emotion from head to foot and burst into tears. The fact was that these elder sons had once before been in Egypt to get corn, and they had been treated somewhat roughly, the lord of the corn- crib supplying them with corn, but say ing at the close of tho interview, “Now, you need not come back hero for any more corn unless you bring something better than money—even yonr younger brother Benjamin.” Ah! Benjamin— that very name was suggestive of all tenderness. Tho mother had died at the birth of that son—a spirit coming and another spirit going—and the very thought of parting with Benjamin must have been a heartbreak. The keeper of this cornerib, nevertheless, says to these elder sous, “There is no need of your coming up hero any more for corn unless yon can bring Benjamin, your father's darling. ” Now, Jacob and his family very much needed bread, but what a struggle it would he to give up this son! Tho orientals are very demon strative in their grief, and 1 hear the out wailing of tho father as these older sons keep reiterating in his ears the an nouncement of the Egyptian lord, “Ye shall not see my face unless yonr brother be with you. ” “Why did you tell him you had a brother?” says the old man, complaining and chiding them. “Why, father,” they said, “lie asked us all about our family, and we had no idea that lie would make any such demand upon us as he has made. ” “No use of asking me,” said the father. “Icannot, I will not, give up Benjamin.” Tho fart was that tho old man had lost children, and when there has been bereavement in a household and a child taken it makes the other children in tho household more precious. So the day for departure was adjourned and ad journed and adjourned. .Still tho hor rors of the famine increased, and louder moaned tho cattle, and wider open cracked tho earth, and more pallid be came tho cheeks, until Jacob, in despair, cried out to his sons, “Take Benjamin and booff.” Tho older sons tried to cheer up their father. They said: “Wo have strong anus and a stout heart, and no harm will come to Benjamin. We’ll , see that he gets back again.” “Fare well!” said the young men to tho fat her, in a tone of assumed good cheer. "F-a-r-e-w-e-1-1!” said the old man; for that word has more quavers in it when pronounced by the aged than by tho young. Its Result. Well, the bread party, tho bread em bassy, drives up in front of tho corn- crib of Egypt. Those eorucrihsarofilled with wheat and barley and corn in the husk, for modern travelers In those lands, both in Canaan and in Egypt, fell us then) is corn there correspond ing with our Indian maize. Huzza! The journey is ended. The lord of tho corn- crib, who is also the prime minister, comes down to these newly arrived trav elers, and says; “Pino with mo today. How is your father? Is this Benjamin, tho younger brother whoso present I de manded?” Tho travelers are introduced into the palace. They nrn worn and bo- dusted of tho way, and servants romc in with a basin of water in one hand and a towel in tho other, and kneel down before these newly arrived travelers, washing off the dust of the way. Tho butchers and poulterers and caterers of tho prime minister prepare the repast. Tho guests are seated in small groups, two or three at a table, the food on a tray; all the luxnriesfrom imperial gar dens and orchards and aquariums and aviaries are brought there, ami are fill ing chalice and platter. Now is the time for this prime minis ter if he has a grudge against Benja min to show it. Will he kill him, now that he lias him in his hands? Oh, no! This lord of tho cornerib is seated at his own table, and he looks over to the tables of his guests, and ho sends a por tion to each of them, but sends a larger portion to Benjamin, or, as the Biblo quaintly puts if, “Benjamin’s mess was five times os much as any of theirs.” Bo quick ar t tend word back with swiftest camel to Canaan to old Jacob, that “Benjamin i.i veil. A l is well. He is faring sumptnou. ly. The Egyp tian lord did not mean murder and death, but ho mer“ deliverance and life, w’hen lie amine net d to us on that day, ‘Yo shall not tee my face unless yonr brother be with you.’ ” Well, my friends, this world is famine struck of sin. It does not yield a single crop of solid satisfaction. It is dying. It is hunger bitten. The fact that it does not, cannot, feed a man’s heart was well illustrated in tho life of tho English comedian. All the world honored him —did everything for him that the world could do. He was applauded in England and applauded in the United States. Ho roused up nations into laughter. He had no equal. And yet, although many peo ple supposed him entirely happy and that this world was completely satisfy ing his soul, he sits down and writes: “I never in my life put on a new hat that it did not rain and ruin it. I never wont out in a shabby coat because it was raining and thought all who had the choice would keep indoors that the sun did not come out in its strength and bring out with it all the butterflies of fashion whom I knew and who knew me. 1 never consented to accept a part I hated out of kindiK.-s to another that I did not get hissed by tho public and cut by tho writer. I could not take a drive for a few minutes with Terry without being overturned and having my elbow broken, though my friend got off un harmed. I could not make a covenant with Arnold, which 1 thought was to make my fortune without making his instead, than in an incredibly short gpaeo of time—I think 18 months—1 earned for him 1120,000 and for myself £1. I am persuaded that if I were to set up as a baker every ono in my neighbor hood would leave off eating bread.” Tho Fe.s-Umhts. That was the lane nt of the world’s comedian and joker. All unhappy. Tho world did everything for Lord Byron that it could do, and yet in his last mo ment ho asks: a frie nd to come and sit down by him and rend, as most appro priate to his case, tho story of “Tho Bleeding Heart. ” Torrigiauo, the sculp tor, executed, after months of caro and carving, “Madonna and tho Child.” Tho royal family came in and admired it. Everybody that looked at it was in ecstaey, but one day, after all that toil and all that admiration, because ho did not get as much compensation for his work as ho had expe cted, he took a mal let and dashed tin* exquisite sculpture into atoms. Tho world is poor compen sation, poor satisfaction, poor solace. Famine, famine in all the earth; not for 7 years, but for (5,000. But, blessed bo God, there is a great eorncrib. Tho Lord built it. It is in another land. It is a large) plaen*. An ange l onee- meas ured it, anel as far us I can ealculato it in ono phrase, that cornerib is 1,000 miles long anel 1,000 miles broael and 1,500 high, anel it is lull. Fooel for all nations. “Oh!” say the* people, “we Will start right away anel get this sup ply for our soul. ” But stop a moment; for from the Keeper of that cornerib there comes this weird, saying, “Year shall nett se e* my faea) except your brother bo with yew.” In other words, there is no such thing as gearing frenn heaven pardon and comfort and e te rnal life) un less wo bring with u i ; our el i vine brother, tho Lord Je\sus Christ. Coming without him we shall fall be fore wo roach tho Cornerib, and e:ur be>dics shall be a por tion for tbe- jackals of the wilderne ss, but coming with the divine Jesus, all the granarie s of he aven will swing open before our soul and abundance shall be giveai us. Wo shall be invited to sit in the palace of the King and at the table, and while the Lord eif heaven i;i appor tioning from his own table tei other ta bles, he will ne>t feirge t us, and then and there it will be found that emr Benja min’s mess is larger than all t,he others, for so it ought to he. “Worthy is the- Lamb that was slain to receive blessing and riche's and honor and glory anel power. ’ ’ I want to make three* points. Eve>ry frank and common sense man will acknowledge himself to be) a sinner. What are* ’’ou geung to do with your sins? Have the m pardoned, you say. Henv? Through t he) nie*rey of God. What do yem mean by the mercy e>f God? Is it the letting elowu eif a bur fe.r the ad mission of all without re-speet to char acter? Bo not dcreiveel. 1 see a soul coming up te> the* gate eif me rcy and kueiekiug at the cornerib of heavenly supply, anel a vence' freon within says, “Are you alone?” Tho sinner replies, “All alone*.” The voice freon within says, “You shall neit see) my pardoning fae'e) unless your divine Bredher, tho Lord Je sus, Iw with you. ” Oh, that is the) peiint at which so many are discom fited! There is ne> money from God ex cept through Je'sus Christ. Coming with him, we are aecepte-d. Coming without him, we are- rejected. Peter put it right in his great se nuou he-feire; the high prie*sts when he* thundered forth: “Neither is there 1 salvation in any other. There is no othe r name given unde r heaven among me n whereby wo may bo saved.” Oh, anxious sinner; oh, dying dinner; e>h, lost sinner, all you have ge>t to do is to have this divine Benjamin along with yon! Kiele by side, coming to the* gate, all the; ste>re*liouses of heaven will swing open before your anxious soul. Am I right in calling Jesus Benja min? Oh, yes! Raclii'l lived emly letng enough te» give a name te) that child, aui, with a dying kiss, she ealle el him Be-noni. Afterward JaoeJ) change el his name, anel he called him Benjamin. The meaning e>f tho name she gave was “souof my pain.” The meaning of the name the father gave was “son of my right hand.” And was not Christ the Seen of Pain? All the sorrow of Kue-he*l in that hemr when she gave her child oveer inte> the* hands of strangers was as nothing compare d with the struggle of Goel when he* gave up his only sem. And - - ■ was not Christ nppreipriately railed “Son e»f the right lurid?” Diel not Ste phen loeik inte> heaven and sen him standing at tho rigid hand of Geiel? And does not Paul speak e.f him as standing at the* rigid hand eif (.enl making inter cession for us? Oh, Be njamin—Jesusl Son of pang! Sov of victory! The deep est emotions e*f e nr souls ought to bo stirre d at the sourd eif that neuneuicla- ture. In your prayers plead his te'ars, his sufferings, his sorrows anel his de ath. If you refuse tei elo it, all the corueribs anel the palace's eif heaven will be bolted and barred against your soul, and a vence from the throne shall stun you with the announcement, “You shall not see my face except your brother be with you. ” Present Sympathy. My text also suggests the reason why so many people do nett get any real com fort. Yem meet ten people. Nine eif them are in need e*f some kind of conelolence. There is something in the ir health, e»r in their state, or in their domestic cem- dition that demands sympathy. And yet most e>f the worlel’s sympathy amounts to absolutely nothing. People go to the wremg crib or they go in the wrong way. When the plague was in Remo, a great many years ago, there were 80 men who chanted themselves to death with the litanies of Gregory tho Great —literally chanted themselves to death —and yet it did not stop the plague. And all the music of this world cannot halt the plague of the human heart. I come to some one whose ailments are chronic, and I say, “In heaven you will never be sick.” That does not give yon much comfort. What you want is a soothing power for your present distress. Lost children, have you? I come fo you and tell you that in ten years, perhaps, you will meet those loved ones before the throne of God. But there is but little condolence in that. One day is a year with them, and ten years is a small eternity. What you want is sympathy now—present help. I come to tiiosc of you who have lost dear friends and say: “Try to forget them. Do not keep tho departed always in your mind.” How can you forget them when every figure in the carpet and every book and every picture and every room calls out their name. Suppose I come to you and say byway of condolence, “God is wise. ” “Oh,” you say, “that gives mo no help!” Suppose I come to you and say, “God, from all eternity, has arranged this trouble.” “Ah,” you say, “that does me no good!” Then I say, “With tho swift feet of prayer go direct to the cornerib for a heavenly supply. ” You go. You say, “Lord, help me; Lord, comfort mo.” But no help yet. No comfort yet. It is all dark. What is the matter? I have found. You ought to go God and say: “Here, O Lord, are the wounds of my soul, and I bring with me tho wounded Jesus. Let his wounds pay for my wounds, his bereavements for my be reavements, his loneliness for my lone liness, his heartbreak for my heart break. O God, for tho sake of the Lord Jesus Christ—the God, the man, the Benjamin, the brother—deliver my agonized soul! O Jesus of the weary foot, ease my fatigue. O Jesus of the aching head, heal my aching head. O Jesus of tho Bethany sisters, roll away the stone from the door of our grave.” That is the kind of prayer that brings help, and yet how many of you are getting no help at all, for the rea son that there is in your soul, perhaps, a secret trouble. You may never have mentioned it to a single human ear, or you may have mentioned it to some one who is now gone away, and that great sorrow is still in your soul. After Washington Irving was dead they found a little box that (fontained a braid of hair and a miniature and the name of Matilda Hoffman and a memorandum of her death and a remark something like this: “The world after that was a blank to me. I went into the country, but found no peace in solitude. I tried to get into society, but I found no peace in society. There has been a horror hanging over me by night and by day, and I am afraid to be alone.” How many unuttered troubles among you! No human ear has ever heard that sorrow. Oh, troubled soul, I want to toll you that there is one salve that can euro the wounds of the heart, and that is the salve made out of tho tears of a sympathetic Jesus! And yet some of yon will not take this solace, and you try chloral, and you try morphine, and you try strong drink, and you try change of scene, and yon try new business as sociations, and anything and everything rather than to take the divine compan ionship and sympathy suggested by tho words of my text when it says, “You shall not see my face again unless your brother be with you. ” Oh, that this au dience today might understand some thing of t he height and depth and length and breadth and immensity and infinity of God’s eternal consolations! An Klfinrut of Failure. I go farther and find in my subject a hint as to why so many people fail of heaven. We are told that heaven has 12 gates, and some people infer from that fact that all the people will go in with out reference to their past life. But what is the use of having a gate that is not sometimes to be shut? The swinging of a gate implies that our entrance into heaven is conditional. It is not mone tary condition. If wo come to the door of an exquisite concert, we are not sur prised that we must pay a fee, for we know that line earthly music is expen sive. But all the oratorios of heaven cost nothing. Heaven pays nothing for its music. It is all free. There is nothing to be paid at that door for entrance, but the condition of getting into heaven is our bringing our divine Benjamin along with us. Do you not ice how often dying people call upon Jesus? It is the usual prayer offered—the prayer offered more than all the other prayers put together —“Lord Jesus, receive my spirit!” One of our congregation, when asked in the closing moments of his life, “Do you know us?” said: “Oh, yes, I know you. God bless you. Goodby! Lord Jesus, receive my spirit.” And he was gone. Oh, yes, in the closing moments of our life wo must have a Christ to mil upon. If Jacob’s sons bad gone up to ward Egypt and had gone with the very finest equipage and had not taken Ben jamin along with them, and to tho question they should have been obliged to nnswci: “Sir, we didn’t bring him as father could not let him go; wo didn’t want to be bothered with him,” a voice from within would have said: “Go away from us. You shall not hare any of this supply. Yon .“hull not see my face because your brother is not with you.” And if we come up toward the door of heaven at last, though we come from all luxuriance and brilliancy of surroundings and knock for admit tance and it is found that Christ is not with us, tho police of heaven will bent us back from the brcadhousc, saying: “Depart. I never knew you. ” The lirj to Succeon. If Jacob’s sons, coming toward Egypt, had lost everything on the way, if they had expended their last shekel, if they had come up utterly exhausted to tho corncribs of Egypt and it had been found that Benjamin was with them, all the storehouses would have swung open before them. And so, though by fatal casualty we may be ushered into the eternal world; though we may be weak and exhausted by protracted sick ness—if, in that last moment, wo can i only just stagger and faint and fall into the gate of heaven—it seems that all tho corncribs of heaven will open for our need and all the palaces will open for our reception, and the Lord of that place, seated at his table, and all tho angels of God seated at their table, and the martyrs seated at their table, and all our glorified kindred seated at our table, the King shall pass a portion from his table to ours, and then, while wo think of the fact that it was Jesus who started us on the road, and Jesus who kept us on the way, and Jesus who at last gained admittance for our soul, we shall be glad if ho has seen of the travail of his soul and been satisfied, and not be at all jealous if - it be found that our divine Benjamin’s mess is five times larger than all the rest. Hail, anointed of the Lord! Thou art worthy. My friends, you seo it is either Christ or famine. If there were two banquets spread, and to one of them only you might go, you might stand and think for a good while as to which invitation you had better accept, but hero it is feasting or starvation. If there wore two mansions offered and you might have only one, you might think for a long while, saying, “Perhaps I had bet ter accept this gift, and perhaps I had better accept that gift,” but here it is a choice between palaces of light and hovels of despair. If it were a choice between oratorios, you plight pay, “I prefer the ‘Creation,’ ” or, “I prefer the ‘Messiah. ’ ” But here it is a choice between eternal harmony and everlast ing discord. Oh, will you live or die? Will you sail into the harbor or drive on the rocks? Will you start for the Egyptian cornerib, or will you perish amid the i mply barns of tho Canaauitish famine? A Leopard Hunt In Africa. Started out limiting at 0 o’clock; came upon a small herd of mswala; fol lowed them carefully, but could not get near enough to have a shot. After an hour I found that I was not alone in be ing interested in the mswala. A leop ardess had stopped in between me and tbe game. When I first saw her, she was crouched like a eat. Then she moved stealthily irto some thick bushes and crept rapidly toward the buck. For about a quarter of a mile I moved stealthily and quickly toward the game. I was then within a short distance of them and could faintly hoar the crea ture’s in among a clump of trees. 1 was thinking how best to stalk and get a shot when the leopardess again appeared about eight yards from me and close to the mswala. Bhe had cleverly crept to windward and was now almost within striking distance. She crouched and moved her head slowly from side to side in order more clearly to see her game. To get a bettor view she slowly raised her head and sat on her haunches. Then she took a still better view by put ting her front paws oil a log, which raised her two or three inches higher. Then she showed her head and shoul ders above the grass, and I succeeded ii\ putting a snider bullet through her. yhe was six feet in length. It is a very rare thing to eco a leopard at all mid most unusual to see one in the day time. The natives were delighted. I find the killing of tho leopard raises me to a heroic plane, while, as a mat ter of fact, the mere killing of the boast was as easy as the shooting of a retriev er dog.—Diary of the Late E. J. Glavo iu Century. Solving a Problem. A German professor was remarkably absentminded. Whenever lie was very busily engaged in his studio solving some abstruse problem his wife was in the habit of bringing him his dinner. His favorite dish was pancakes and treacle. One day his wife brought him a large* pancake and bowl of treacle and went down iu tin* kitchen. Pretty soon she heard the professor ring the bell. “Why is it, Grotcbon, that you bring me nothing to eat except treacle? Why have you brought me no parc;ake?” ask ed the professor. “Ach, himme]!” exclaimed his wife, “you have tucked tho pancake round your neck, thinking that it was a nap kin.”—Hanover Auzeiger. Caroleannens of Life In Africa. Mpimbi is the beginning of the navi gable water used by the administration at Fort Johnson. The river is full of crocodiles. People are constantly being taken by the m. floaro shot a big croco dile and found a pair of bracelets iu its stomach. The natives foolishly risk the water every day. They walk in knee deep to get water and even swim across the streams. By making a small fence about tho place where they get water many lives would be saved, but that means work, and each African thinks he will not Le a victim.—Diary of the late E. J. Glavo iu Century. SKELETON IN ARMOR. An Uncanny KHln «! Cn!o:tlal Hay* round In Vlrxl;il:<. There is an nncauny n lie < t colonial barbarity on exhibition at Colonial Beach, Va., a siimin r resort about 00 miles down the Potomac, which may soon be added to the curiosities of tho National museum. It is ia a tent in front of Wood’s hotel, presided over by William Henry Harrison Uawood, the discoverer and owner of the horrible looking object. Tho relic in question is n human skel eton incased in an iron armor or frame. The metal is nearly eaten away with the rust of ages and most of the bones have fallen from the rude easement. The skull and leg bones remain in the cage, however, and it would require the services of a blacksmith to remove them. Mr. Oawood was a road overseer iu King George county, Va., several months ago, and while engaged with a gang of laborers iu repairing a roadway in that historical old bailiwick the skeleton in armor was unearthed. The workmen were cutting for dirt with hoes in an old field to fill up a hole in the highway when one of them struck an iron substance a short distance be neath the surface. When unearthed, it proved to be t he rusted armor, or cage, containing the skeleton of a man who iu life was over six feet in height. As soon as the air came in contact with tho skeleton seme of the bones fell away. The skull, however, remained firm in the crown piece. Near the cage were found four plain brass buttons tho size of a half dollar. This led some people to believe that the skeleton was that of an English or Spanish officer ef colonial days, who was welded into the iron frame, hung on a gibbet or tree and al lowed to starve to death in public. Another theory is that it was a pi rate, who, with his rakish craft, infest ed the waters of tin* lower Potomac and Chesapeake hay and preyed upon in coming merchantmen. Others believe that the skeleton was that of an Indian chief named Passpatawnsie. who mas sacred and robbed tho early settlers. His bloodthirsty disposition gained for him the appellation of “the fierce chief.” Old settlers in King George county believe Oawood’s find was the remains of “the fierce chief. ” They say tho out raged settlers seized the red man, and, while alive, had blaeskmiths build about him the roughly constructed frame or cage. He was then hanged to the limb of a tree or gibbet and allowed to perish. The records of all the counties in tho northern neck of Virginia have boon searched as far bark as 1(500 to see if anything could lie learned r,f this terrible instrument of torture, but nothing could be found that would throw any light upon it. King George was taken from Richmond county, which is the oldest organized bailiwick in the northern neck of Virginia. Tho counties of Rich mond, King George, Westmoreland, Lancaster and Northumberland com prise the northern neck. They lie be tween the Potomac and Rappahanock rivers. They have been under both Hpauish and English rule. The records of all of them were searched back to tCOO, it is said, without avail.—St. Louis Globe-Democrat. A Historic Wl.ist Hand. One of tho hisfoiio hands r.t whist was once held by tho duke of Cumber land—a hand which at first glance sermed to be absolutely unbeatable, but which did not take a trick. The duke held ace, king, queen and knave in one plain suit; ace, king, queen in another; ucc and king in the third; while iu trumps lie held king, knave, nine and seven (of clubs). Yet with this perfectly magnificent hand and the lead, leading also quite correctly, ho did not make a single trick. This seems incredible, but the solu tion of the problem is readily seen by the following facts: The four trumps lying just over those held by the Duke of Cumberland—viz, the ace, queen, ten and eight—were on his left, with nine diamonds, while on his right wore five small trumps. He led a trump, which was taken on his left, and a dia mond led—trumped on his right. An other trump was led through him, which was similarly taken, and another diamond led, which was also trumped on his right. Another trump led through tho duke caused his last trump but one to fall. Tho last was then extracted by tho player on his left. The duke had now uo diamonds, that being tho suit of which he had held only the ace and king. Then tho diamonds on his left Were as good as trumps and made all the remaining tricks. Tho duke is said to have lost a wager of £20,000 in con- n«*otion with this hand. — Pearson’s Weekly. Roof Shingles. There are said to bo Michigan white cedar shingles now doing good service on roofs in that state that have been in full exposuro and wear for over 75 years. It is thus seen that climate af fects the durability of shingles, and tho fact that white cedar is the natural product of Michigan and ’•od cedar of the Pacific coast is held to be pnxif that the red cedar is naturally adapted for use on the Pacific coast and the white for use iu such section as tho middlo ami northwestern states. A peculiar ob jection is brought against the rod cedar by some—namely, that there exists in that wood an acid which is, in tho cli mate of certain sections, so noted upon by water as to corrode rapidly the nails with which the shingles are fastened on to xoofs, tho rust extending to the wood around the nails and soon causing a leaky roof, this action explaining tho holes so often to be seen around tho nails in red cedar roofs. Another point offered for consideration in this connec tion is the fact that a shingle is ruined by kiln drying and that uo kiln dried lumber cun b > regarded us of equal value for outside work to that which is air dried.—New York Sun. UHTOLD SHSEaV FROM Rheumateswi C. H. King, Water Valley, S-iae., cured by Ayer’s Sarsaparilla " l’itr five yoar-). I suIIitimI iiutnM nilo ry from miisciil ir ilr-imnti an. I iricii every known lemeily, emi'ti.lietl Hie lest |i|iysl- r|;un, vMteil ll it Sprint's. ArU.,three limes. s|H*mli!it; flew there, I esHes <l<let<lrs• I ills; hut multi obtain only ten porary relief. My tie'll was wastcil away s<* that I veighetl only ninety-lliree pnumls; nsy left arm amt leg were drawn out of shape, tl.c muscles |iei*ip twisted up in knots. I was unable to dress myself, except with assistance, amt could only hobble about l y using a cant*. I bad no appetite, and was assured, by tbe doctors, that I could not live. Tbe pains, at times, were so awful, that I could procure rein i only by means <>f hypcdci'iiilc injec tions of morphine. I had my limbs bandaged in clay, in sulphur, in poultices; but these give only temporary relief. After trying every!Idiot, and sniveling tin* most awtul tortures, I bog-'ii to lake Ayer’s Sarsaparflkt. Inside of two months, I was able to walk without a earn*. In three inoutbs. my limbs began to strengthen, and iu tbe course of a year. I waseurod. My weight has increased to p;.-> pounds, and I am now abb* to do my full day’s work its a railroad blacksmith." The Only World’s Fair Sarsaparilla. AY EM'S MILLS cure Jfeuilache, DR I. M. HAIR, DENTIST, Office in Settleniyer building. Teeth ex tracted without pain. I’irst-class work at, reasonable prim's. Will be at I’acolet from t he 10th to lot li of each moiiili. A. N. WOOD, BANKER, docs a general Banking and Exchange business. Well secured with Burglar- Proof safe and Automat ic Time Lock. Safety Deposit Boxes at moderate rent. Buys and sells Stocks and Bonds. Buys County and School Claims. Your business solicited. SOUTHERN RAILWAY. £1 ’Kl piedmont An: Mfrn. Condensed Schedule of I’usseiiger Train*. Northbound. Sept, fl, I8»0. Ves. No. as Ile.tly. Atlnntu, C.T. 12 0) m Atlanta, h,. T. l (*) Noreross Buford. (iainesvlllo. •/ •sj Lulu 2 4N (Virnella. . | Mt. Airy . Toccoa... u :> , Westminster Bonecii. Central (treenrille . _ __ Spartanburg, it is j, Fst.MI No. an K*. Dully. Mlln * 4 :i5p 5 A") p n atp 7 ONp 7 4Hp H (tip s :up H 37 p Ar Gaffneys. Blacksburg King’s Ml Gastonia. ('harlot te Danville .. (H p 8 ’.'ll 1“ U) Ar. Rlehmond ' n uo a *140 p 1100 a Ar.Washington (I 42 a !• 40 p * Baltm’ePRR. 8 00 n il 25 p ... * Philadelphia. H41.5 a 8 0) a * New York 12 43 m 0 20 a Southbound. i Ves. Fit.Ml No. 37 No. 33 Dally. Dnllv. ,,, * , Lv. N. Y..P.K.R. “ Philadelphia “ Baltimore “ Washington.. Lv. Riehmond 4 :su p 12 15 a II .Y> p 3 50 a li 20 p *1 22 a 10 43 p 11 15 a 00 a 12 55 p 200 a Lv. Danville “ Charlotte “ Gastonia “ King’s Mt '* Hlaeksburg “ Gaffneys “ Spartanburg. “ Greenville.. “ Central “ Seneca .... “ Westminster ** Tocroa “ Mt. Airy •• Cornelia “ Lulu. ** Gainesville “ Buford Noreross Ar. Atlanta, K. T. Ar. Atlanta. C. T. 5 50 I) 35 a ll 05 ]> 0 40 a a 10 55 p 12 30 p 10 40 11 37 12 28 1 15 1 35 a 12 00 12 24 a 1 00 p 1 50 p 2 85 p 2 58 2 18 p 8 13 H 81 4 55 8 55 ’A" a. m. *‘P” p. m. 11 80 p 1 10 p ! 1 35 p 2 01 p 2 2U p 3 15 p 4 2li p 5 15 p 5 47 p 0 08 p 3 50 a 0 50 p 7 35 p 4 18 a 7 40 p 4 :«* a 8 <ti p 4 57 a 8 35 p 0 07 p 0 43 p P p 5 30 a 0 00 p ’M" noun. "N" night. 0 35 a 0 83 a 0 57 n 7 30 a 7 48 a 8 27 • 0 30 a 10 30 p 0 HO ft 5 30 a 0 30 p 8 30 a Nos. 87 and :B—Washington and Southwest ern Vestibule Limited. Through Pullman •leeijers Is*tween New York and New Orleans, viu Washington. Atlanta and Montgomery,and ftlso ls*tween New York and Memphis, vift Washington, Atlanta and Birmingham. This train also carries Richmond-Augusta shsming Cars lietwecn Danville and Charlotte. First class thoroughfare coach Isdween Washington and Atlanta. * Dining ears serve all meal* on route. Nos. 35 and !)A--I’n!tod States Fast Mall. PuP- jnan sleeping care lietween New York, Atlanta and New Orleans. Pullman parlor ear* be tween Richmond and Danville. N<si. 11 and 13—Pullman sleeping ears between Richmond and Danville. The Air Lino Bello train, No*. 17 and W, will, from Juno 1st toOetoWr 1st, 18W, Is) operated between Atlanta and Mt. Airy.Ga., dally ex cept Sunday. W. B. GRik-V. J. M. CULP, Gon’l Mupt., Traffic M’g’r., Washington, D. O. Washington, D. C. W. A. TURK. B. H. HARDWICK, Gan’I Pass. Ag't , AssTGen'l Puss. Ag’t., Waahlngton, D. C.Atlanta, (4a.