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I THE L^MEU: GAFFNEY, S. C.. XOVFAIUEU 2$, I Hr,7. \ V •**. c. A sweeping reduction will be made from now on in our line of .\ 4 * » w J Furnitare. ‘T, • <r V\J ’ * 1* f ' * • u . i .* .i . . f *>*' We’ve got the best selected line iri the city for you to pick from, and we’ll -V'- .'.ti’-t: -:•* • '• -.‘T* fv.' f• Hake the Prices Right. 1 !»', ! We are in the business to stay and We don’t and won’t allow iL^umaac** vs&msin !^^3BBaeR4S3 buusx7if&£6.d Anybody to undersell us, GctmtsahaamMsma zsgze sx.-umjt so if you need furniture you will do well to see us before buying elsewhere. This is ho fake. We wont let prices be an rp'“ • •'.* ••>... . , *' t obstacle if you want to buy. Have ybu Pictares? v * 1 II /" ' ri ■.> V *' • ” •. ^ t ' ' ‘ • 'viff ' ^ cvKf;-) • i '.JWtr seen one of the Wilson Heater Stoves? If not you should, and when we prove v*» • , i. "j <•••;■•*’* v *' * . ■ . i • • • to you that they burn two-thirds less wood than any other heating stove, we ought to sell you one. Yes, plenty of them, and the prettiest -ones you ever saw. Call and get our - prices On them. *~ .Qet.ojj.r figures on —^ . Bed Room Snits, Wardrobes, Sideboards, Cbloaiers^ Folding Beds, Desks, Tables, Chairs, Lounges, Easels, &c., and then you’ll see that Carroll, Carpenter & Humphries are headquarters for anything in the furniture line. Remember that we will undersell anybody in Gaffney. fi f, f. > r j , t H r. I ■ We also carry a complete line of Coffins, Bur ial Robes, &c. See us before you buy your cooking stove. a \ 'V 9 NOBODY KNOWS BUT MOTHER. How Many buttons are mtssrtnar today? Nobody, knows but mother. How tunny plaything* are strewn in her way? Nobody knows but mother. How many thimbles and spools has she missed? How many burns on each fat little fist? How many bumps to be cuddled and kissed? Nobody knows but mother. How many hats has she hunted today— ■ ■ Nobody knows but mother— Carelessly hiding themselves in the hay? Nobody knows but mother. How many handkerchiefs willfully strayed? How many ribbons for each little maid? How (or her care can a uiotkar, bg. paid.? Nobody know* but mother. How many muddy shoes all in a row? Nobody knows but mother. ; ; How many stockings to darn, do yon know? Nobody knows but mother. How many little torn aprons to mend? How many hours of uiil jnus( she .spend? What is the time whoa .lair day's work, shall end? > 4 - Nobodj knows ?>ut mother. •> v. How many lunches (or Tommy and Bam— Nobody knows hut mother— . i Cookies and apples and blackberry jam— NoUxly knows but mother— Nourishing dainties for every "sweet tooth," Toddling Dottle or dignified Ruth? l ow much Icvo sweetens the labor, forsooth? Nobody knows bnt mother. How many ceres docs » mother's heart know? Nobody knows bnt mother. Bow many Joys from her. mother love flow? Nobody known but mother. How many, prayers by each little white bed? “ flow many tears for her babes has she shed? Bow many kisses for each curly head? Nobody knows but mother. —Wary Morrison m Housekeeper. ' A PARIS NOCTURNE. “The price will do. ” “Monsieur is n ost kind. “ “And—ith—luadame. This is the fifth, 1 belie.c»" “No, mousinpc, ’ simpered the land lady, slightly drooping her eyes. “But yon told me, ” began the gentle man with the Bohemian air, Greok nose and shaggy Uuud curls, “you told me, madame"— "Yes, monsieur.” Mine. Toudouche half stammered. “I—I had forgotten. At the fifth there is a room occupied. Mid monsieur desired this floor, the fourth, to be quite vacant ” “Yes,” loitered the reply. With a remarkably white hand, though large and muscular, the gentleman stroked a clear chiseled chin. Buddenly, with this same hand, ho made a sweeping gesture: “1 will take all the little suit. But, mind you, 1 hope for quiet dnring the week that J um hem I shall rest and drowse most of the tiraa I shall have no visitors—absolutely nona Frankly, 1 shall Ixi in retreat. An absorbing affair —a maiter' of hhsfness, most wearisome business—-will soon engrow mo. and heueo i am tukiug this preparatory term of rm You are sure 1 shall net be disturb, a. u aiianie—‘absolutely •ure?" "Oh, y«*s, monsieur, absolutely.” "My name is -er - DttfoO—M. Albert Durou. “ “iTlank you, monsieur, ” “Plfawi let my luggage be apnt up. You hay^ojJoubt perceived that it is very small X shall ask you for a cup of coffee each morning—gcxxl, strong cof- feo-r.a roll ami a bit of hotter. Pray, lot alii three bo excellent. Stay, madarne. ” And hero M. Duroc glanced about him ut- : tho shabby but clean apartment. "Perhaps you would prefer that I should give you half my promised sum in advance. ” I>o thou drew' out a purse, find as he did so tho old woman’s wriu- kled face became ouo immouso labyrinth ine smile. After she had gone M. Duroo leaned from one of his high dormer windows a&ct'htaked at X'aris beloNv this slumber- j ous azure of a per feet autumn afternoon. 4 Yonder was fhe II© St Louts, with i Notre banteiso near that one could al- ; most make out tbe. -grimace** of i?is } ghoulish gargoyles. Ah, dear old Notre Lame, with the adorable sculptures of , its main doorway, saints and martyrs aiT-tangkyl together like roses in a huge wreath) Dear old “other side of the river!’'What thrilling ■ memories it evoked) There wound tho unforgetublq and unique Sein6,'with-its little toyliko steamboats, bound for Chareuton, for Suresues, for numberless ports besides. Aud the stately fawu colored buildings on,either bank, skirting so palatially each curvilinear verge. Ah, tho de licious days of boyhood) Aud to bo here once again where he, had dwelt fgr eo many youthful years! What refresh ment after the loud, bustling life of that other Pans, whoso boulevards aud .cafes and theaters and salons teemed with a thousand ambitions, rivalries, hates) “1 will dine over here near the Lux embourg,’’ meditated M. Duroo, "in a little restaurant which has long ago for gotten my existence. Then 1 will como back to my placid refuge and enjoy the first serene sleep of seven others, all of which, 1 hope, will be equally serene. Ah, what comfort to be hidden away like this) After Monday next my work mast begin. Meanwhile rest, rest, rest before the tremendoas task that ..waits mu “ Later M. Duroc followed out his in tent He took a stroll through Obccuro yet familiar streets for nearly an hour after dimng and then resought his new lodgings. He was a light sleeper, yet a healthful ona Hardly five minutes aft- t er blowing oat his candle he had fallen Into just thJi suave slumber that ho craved. “La-la-la — la lah — la-la-la — tiro, lira, lira—lah—la-la—tint, liraah, lira -rlahtr-r-r-r!” Then the tinkle, tinkle, tinkle and thrum, thrum, thrum of a piano; then the woman's voice and also the piano, both dawning together into awakened eonetonsnoM; th'a a mania basso voice, repeating every tiro-lira, -every lafij of thr feminine one. By this time M. Duroc was thorough ly awake. He soon lighted a candle and looked at hia watch—ten minutes past midnight Tho vocal exercises contin ued. Bleep was now impossible. He anathematized his landlady. Why had riie dared to lie like this? Had she not promised him peace? Tho detested sounds came, too plainly, from a cham ber just above.him. At a quarter past 1 o’clock they ceased. Soon afterward he heard a man’s step descend the stair case, passing his door. The chain of sleep having been thus rudely' broken, it,was throe good hours before he rejoined its disrupted links. He awoke .at,,aJ>eu.t.^L jnJkL„Uioming. full of indignant protest Finding the landlady below, stairaj; he ppurod upon her a torrent of reproaches. Was it for this that she hud accepted his advance payment? Had she not assured him that his lodings should bo quiet? Of course, all the while, she kue>y of thefl© two owls M stairs, th)4rii,9iidnigLt cats, with iktff: And the piano, t<x>—a ramshackle thing at best) Was tbla honest dealing? Was it not hhjuaelesfl. d.ecwt?,’’■ : ,x ;y . But t fie‘landlady could now affowTto be a trifle haughty. Had she not those preparatory francs tightly clutched? “Monsieur is unjust to me, ma foil I supposed that he would ' be fast asleep when they began. The young man never comes till midnight.’’ Duroc gave a groan and swept past bis hostess. He hated all chicanery, and he resolved forthwith to quit tho lodgings. Then his wound rankled. Those few extra francs were nothing, but the cool impositiou of it all! He-would remain for one day more and a night at least If the tira-liras again woke him, as of course they could not fail to do, he would make of these nocturnal nuisances an emphatic re quest to k$ep silent This would be wreaking a kind of vengeance on his landlady, for neither would she relish having her duplicity publicly disclosed nor would the fair repute of her iuu be thereby enhanced. “Perhape, after all, though,” mused Duroc, “I shall sleep through the clam ors of tonight If uot, iurswoil forever to Mina Toudonche. ” At 10 that evening Duroc ascended his staircase with the intention of re tiring Scarcely had he closed his door when madame’s somewhat plaintive voice caused him to reopen it. “I am so sorry it has happened, mon sieur. Of course I realized that mon sieur has been perfectly right. I have not an idea who she is. Apparently, however, she is very poor. That touched my heart ” And Mine. Toudouche made the motion of widing away a tear. “She says the gentleman is her brother. She pays very little for the room. The piano is her own. She had it brought up herself. Aud now, M. Duroo. I have opine to assure you that you need only command aud I will obey. ” “Command? Obey, Mine. Toudou che?’' “Yes, monsieur. It is affronx that you tliould be kept awoke like fliisj I will tell the young girl when she comes tonight that I shall require of her no further pay and that she must at once cease from these disturbing practices.” “What a poor little handful of sous that ‘pay’ most be!" thought Duroc, with irrepressible cynicism. B junhuM .after the landlady had de parted aud wuiiujunguig. huusel£ uuo tho only easy elixir tout ids room oou- taiued, a twinge of conscicuce assailed him. Might huuct, after all, be thwart ing some purpose of self support on tho part of this girl—just referred to as pos sibly very poor? .There might be cogent reasons why she should hold with her brother these weird concerts. "Well, ho matter what happens tonight,” he med itated, “I will endure it And tomor row, if I have bc'eu annoyed us I was last night, lean make a change of quar ters. Meanwhile, the most merciful phui is to see Mme. Toudouche at ouco and tell her that she must restrain her veto; that it is my earnest wish. ” But soon, as it happened, a drowsi ness overtook him and ho fell asleep there in tho armchair. Ho was a man in perfect health, but for mun^y jiast days ho had been constitutionally,tired by a peculiar pressure of work. Wakeni.ig abruptly after what he felt to have been a long and wholly unfore seen nap, he heard tho piano banging up stairs and the tira-liras blent with 1 its notes. 'Rubbing his eyes, he Ihughed aloud “It’s hard to be charitable,’’he mut tered “How strange I should have fallen asleep like this) 1 suppose it’s my broken rest of last night ” He rose, with the immediate design of disrobing. All at once the sounds ceased Then came another noise—that of voices. He opened his door and went out into the hall Up stairs Mme. Toudouche was vehe mently talking. “1 meant to wait up for you and tell you. mademoiselle, but I was too fatigued and I lost myself in a long doze. Now I must insist that you stop your singing and playing at this unseemly hour—you and the young 'nan whom you call your brother. ” “He is my brother, Mme. Toudouche, Just as I have said ” “Yes, madarne, she is my sister.” *’ Well, I can’t help that The gentle man down stairs will not stand it, and ho is perfectly right. I”— Duroc listened no longer. He mount ed briskly tho stops leading to the upper hall. There he saw in dimness throe figures. “Ah, M. Duroc, ” exclaimed the land lady, “it’s you) Of course you have been distressed again by this wretched business. Aud slight wonder. ” Tho light from the near room struck full on a pale, girlish face as “made moiselle” advanced several steps. “Oh, M. Duroc, may I beg you to let ns go ou? This young man is my broth er, though madarne here has hinted otherwise. I cannot play and sing at home. I had the piano bronght hero. It’s tho only possesion of the least value that wre now have left My brother plays in tho orchestra at one of the small Montmartre tbentera Ho would have time to teach me in tho day, but I have no time then. I am always at tho bedside of my poor, sick mother. She takes her sleeping potion at half past II every night, and till half past 1 it keeps her quiet. In a week from now, mv sister, who is a shopgirl at the Bon Marche, will lose nur position. t i E e^r .JL “It is he, Gilberte, ” gasped Achjlie. “It is M Albert ChaTahtelle fiiiiiselfl I once heard him play at a concert, aud some one near me said, ‘If he had not chosen to bo a great composer, be would have been tho greatest of pianists)’ ” * “Mon Dieu!” faltered the young girl, and Mm a Toudouohe, enveloped in an extremely unbecoming wrapper, gave a whinny of consternation. Here the music slowly ceased in a 'irippie of tinkling arpeggios. With his hands dropping away from the keys, M. Albert Charautelle turned toward the young girl “My dear mademoiselle, you must accept from me a louis tonight for the sake of your poor mother”— “Oh, monsieur 1” cried Gilberte, bursting into sobs. “Aud at 10 ’clock, juste a 1’heure, next Monday morning, present yoiSrself with this card at the stage entrance of the Opera Comiqua Then you shall see what you shall se... From your tira- liras I fSiel already quite convinced that you wilbdo excellently well in at least one or. two of the choruses of ‘Fior- delisa. ’ h Gilberte passionately kissed the card. “Oh, AchiUo, you are right! It is he— it is the real M. Charautelle himself! Ah, what a wonderful stroke of good luck!” “And now, ” said the gentleman, run ning one hand through hia short glossy five or six other while- he fix«d the gaae -of — have been great bniiiniit, tawny brown eyes first ou Achille and then on his sister, “I have to beg a favor of you both. Please give me a few quiet nights from now until Monday next Will you not kindly grunt me this favor?” Achille broke in to a ’ laugh at what struck him as th© delicate satire of these words, but Gil bert© wiped her eyes, from which the grateful tears had not yet ceased to flow.—Edgar Fawcett in Collier’s , Weekly. •• "■ scr. are discharging many hands there now that tho dull season has begun to set in. But I have beeu positively promised a place in the chorus of tho new opera at tho Comique, provided 1 can only learn how to use my voice a little better than I use it now. My sister, you see, mon sieur, will then become my mother’s nurse, aud the money that she can no longer earn I will earn instead. At least this is my hope, fot it "seems to© hard that the whole burdtm of mir fain* ily maintenance should fall upon poor Achille here. Look at him, monsieur. Achille is not strong. See how pale and thin he is and duly just 19! But he has marked musical talent, aud he is help ing me a great deal Oh, pray do uot havo us turned away! It has cost so much for us to get our piano up here and pay the rout of the room—so much, I mean, for us in our forlorn poverty!” The girl’s lips quivered with entreaty as she paused. Her eyes, largo and black, were quite tearlesq, but they burned with a keen, dry shine. “And what is this new opera, ” asked Duroc gently, “in the Chorus of which you hop© to obtain a position?” “Does .not monsieur know?” hero politely asked Achille, whose slender frame was as dim to Duroc as tho lat ter’s taller and burlier one was dim to him. It is ‘Fiordelisa, ’ by the celebrat ed composer M. Albert Charantclle. He is the writer of works, air of which successes here in Paris. It is said that ‘Fiordelisa’ will eclips© them all. M. Albert Oharantelle is a strange gentle man in certain ways, though greatly beloved, 1 am told, by a wide circle of friends. For instance, when he has thoroughly completed an oprift. and everything is ready for the first rehears al, ho has on odd way of disappearing from tho world for a week or more and nobody can find his whereabouts. They say that he has now disappeared like this. It is to gain rest, complete rest, or so I have been informed, before the groat labor shall begin of putting the opera on tho stage. But punctually on the morning of rehearsal ho will appear at the Opera Comique and take up his baton aud drill the singers and the "lionises untiringly for days, until everybody is perfect in every part.” ‘ Ab, Indetd,” said M. Duroc rather deep down in his throat Without another word he moved past the threshold of the small, bare room and seated himself before the little up right old fashioned piano. For a mo ment his fingers wandered dreamily over its keys, and then, with almost magic amplitude and finish, a gush of the most beautiful melody burst upon the stillness. As it conttfiffod ft Sfeemed ^Southei rT !Tioto to blossom even more thou to sound, You might have fancied it some gar land woven from flowers of mpslo by the hands of invisible spirits. The poor little ill tuned piano seemed to ks lis teners an instrument of diapason divine. Entranced, intoxicate^ the girl felt her brother’s bend crutch own.. Something to Know. It may be worth something to know that the very best medicine for restoring ttye tired out nervous sys tem to a healthy vigor is Electric Bitters. This medicine is purely vegetable, acts by. giving .tone L> il*», ? nerve centres in the stomach.’ gently " stimulates' the Livor ami KRfrwva.”'""’ and aids these organs in throwing off • impurities in (he •; blood. ^ Bitters improve Hfe‘appetite, aids <fi- ' gestion, and is pronounced by those- , who have tried it as the Vety best blood purifier and nerve tonic. Try it. ' Sold for 50c or $1.00 per bottle at DuPre Drug Go’s. : ^£jx j?ho.tpgMj?tw.. for 49c at the Bvervbody 8i>a So. 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