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V I THIS LEDGER: GAFFNEY, 8. C., DECEMBER 3,0 I8C7. JEWELRY OP THE SEA RE\/dR. TALMAGE FINDS LESSONS IN THE CORAL REEFS. n« PrwhM m Hlcbly Kloquent flormoo ! t'pon Svalptare m Kern at th« Hottom ol tl»« Oocaa—New Ilccloua of Contempla tion. • fCopyright, IStW. by Arnerloan Prow Aitao- datlon.J Wabhinoton, Doc. 2(1.—This pic- tnresqoG disconrse of Dr. Talmuso loads his hearers and readers thronRh n?)- I ■wonted regions of contemplation ami i« ' full of practical gospel; text, Job xvviii, , 18, “No mention shall be mado of coral." Why do yon Bay that, inspired dram atist? When you wanted to net forth thn j enperior value of our religion, you tossed aside the onyx, which is used for mak ing exquisite cameos, and the sapphire, eky blno, and topax of rhombic prism and the ruby of frozen blood, and here you say that the coral, which is a mir acle of shape and a transport of color to those who have studied it, is not worthy of mention in comparison with our holy religion. “No mention shall be made of coral.” At St. Johnslury, Vt, in a museum built by the chief citizen, as I examined a specimen on the shelf, I first realized what a holy of holies (led can build and has built in the temple of one piece of coral. I do not wonder that Ernst Heckel, tho great scientist, while in Ceylon, was so entranced with tbe specimens which some Cingalese divers had brought up for his iuspection that he himself plunged into the sea and went clear under the waves at the risk of his life again and again and again that ho might know more of the ccr-.l. the beauty of which ho indicates cannot even be guessed by those who have only soon it above water, and after the polyps, which are its sculptors and architects, have died and the chief glo ries of these submarine flowers have ex pired. Job, in my text, did not mean to depreciate this divine sculpture in the coral reefs along the seacoasts. Whits Palace* of the Deep. No one can afford to depreciate these white palaces of the deep, bnilt under God’s direction. Ho never changes his plans for tho building of the islands and shores, and for uncounted thousands of years the coral gardens and the coral castles and the coral battlements go on and up. 1 charge you that you will please God and please yourself if you will go into the minute examination of tho corals—their foundations, their pin nacles, their aisles, their pillars, their curves, their cleavages, their reticula tion, their grouping—families of them, towns of them, cities of them and con tinents of them. Indeed you cannot ap preciate the meaning of my text unless you know something of the coral—laby- riuthian, stellar, columnar, floral, dent ed like shields from battle, spotted like leopards, embroidered like lace, hung Hko upholstery; twilight and auroras t^nd sunbursts of beauty. From deep c-rimsou to milk white are its colors. You may find this work of God through tho animalcules 80 fathoms down or amid tho breakers, where the sea dashes the wildest and beats tho mightiest and bellows the loudest. These sea creatures are ever busy. Now they build islan'ds in the center of the Pacific ocean. Now they lift barriers around the continent. Indian ocean, Red sea and coast of Zau- Eibar have specimens of their infinitesi mal but sublime masonry. At tho reces sion of tho tides you may in some places see the top of their Alpine elevations, while elsewhere nothing but the deep sea soundings from the decks of the Challenger, the Porcupine and the Lightning of tho British expedition can announce them. The ancient Gauls em ployed the coral to adorn their helmets and tho hilts of swords. In many lands it has been used as amulets. The Alge rian reefs in one year (1878) had at work amid the coral 311 vessels, with 8,150 sailors, yielding in profit $505,- 000, but the secular and worldly value of the coral is nothing as compared with tho moral and religious as when, in my text, Job employs it in compari son. I do not know how any ono can ex amino a coral the size of the thumb nail without bethinking himself of God and worshiping him and feeling the opposite of tho great infidel surgeon, lecturing to the medical students in the dissecting room upon a human eye which he held in his hand, showing its wonders of architecture and adaptation, when the idea of God flashed upon him so power fully ho cried out to the studedts, “Gen tlemen, thero is a God, but I hate him!” Picking np a coral, 1 feel like crying ont, “There is a God, and I adore him!” Nothing so impresses me with the fact that our God loves the beaotiful. The most beautiful coral of the world never comes to human observation. Sun rises and sunsets ho hangs up for na tions to look at. He may green the grass and round the dew into pearl and set on fire autumnal foliage to please mortal sight, but those thousands of miles of ooral achievement I think he has had built for his own delight. In those galleries he alone can walk. The music of those keys, played on by the fingers of the wave, he only can hear. The snow of that white and the bloom of that crimson he alone can see. Hav ing garuitured this world to please the human race and lifted a glorions heav en to please the uugelie intelligences, I am glad that be has planted these gar dens of the deep to please himself. But hero and there God allows specimens of submarine glory to be brought np and set before us for sublime contemplation. While I speak these grout nations of eoophytes, meandrinas and madrepores, with tentacles for trowel, are building fui't such coral as we find in our text. The diamond may be more rare, the crystal may be more sparkling, the chrsyoprase may be more ablaze, bat the coral is tho long, deep, everlasting blush of the sea. Yet Job, who under- stoo$ all kinds of precious stones, de clare that the beauty and valne of the conrr are nothing compared with our holy Religion, and be picks up this cor alline formation and looks at it and flings it aside with all the other beau- j tiful things he has ever heard of and | cries out in ecstasy of admiration for ' the superior qualities of our religion, ; “No mention shall be made of coral. “ Jewel* of the Sea. Take my hand, and wo will walk through this bower of the sea, while I j show you that even exquisite coral is not worthy of being compared with the i richer jewels of a Christian soyl. The first thing that strikes me in looking at the coral is its long continued accumu lation. It is not turned up like Coto paxi, but is an outbuttiug and an out- branching of ages. In Polynesia there are reefs hundreds of feet deep and 1,000 miles long. Who built these reefs, those islands? The zoophytes, the coral lines. They were not such workers who built the pyramids as were these ma sons, these creatures of the sea What small creations amounting to whut vast aggregation! Who can estimate the ages between the time when the madrepores laid the foundations of the islands and the time when the madrepores put on the capstone of a completed work? It puzzles all the scientists to guess through how luauy years the corallines were building the Sandwich and Society islands and the Marshall and Gilbert groups. But more slowly and wonder ful! y accumulative is grace in the heart. You sometimes get discouraged because the upbuilding by the soul does not go on more rapidly. Why, you havo all eternity to build in. The little annoy ances of life are zoophyte builders, and there will bo small layer on top of small layer and fossilized grief on the top of fossilized grief. Grace does not go up rapidly in your soul, but, blessed be God, it goes up. Ten thousand mil lion ages will not finish yon. You will never be fininhed. On forever. Up for ever. Out of the sea of earthly disquie tude will gradually rise the reefs, tho islands, the continents, the hemispheres of grandeur and glory. Men talk as though in this life we only had time to build, but what we build in this life, as compared with what we shall build in the next life, is as a striped shell to Australia. You go into an architect’s study and there you see the sketch of a temple the coruerstoue of which has not yet been laid. Oh, that I could have an ar chitectural sketch of what you will bo after eteruity has wrought upon you! What pillars of strength! What altars of supernal worship! What pinnacles thrusting their glittering spikes into the sun that never sets! You do not scold tho corallines because they cannot build an island in a day. Why should you scold yourself because you cannot com plete a temple of holiness for the heart in this short lifetime: You tell me we do not amount to much now, but try us after 1,000,000,000 ages of halleluiah. Let us boar the angels chant for 1,000,000 centuries. Give us an eternity with God, and then see if we do not amount to some thing. More slowly and marvelously accumulative is the grace in the soul than anything I can think of. “No mention shall be made of coral. ” ▲ k’rUne Virtue. Lord, help us to learn that which most of ns are deficient in—patience. If thou canst take through the sea anem ones millions of years to bnild one bank of coral, ought we not to be willing to do work through 10 years or 50 years without complaint, without restlessness, without chafing of spirit? Patience with the erring; patience that we cannot have the millennium in a few weeks; patience with assault of antagonists; patience at what seems slow fulfillment of Bible promises; patience with phys ical ailments; patience under delays of Providence; grand, glorious, all endur ing, all conquering patience! Patience like that which my lately ascended friend, Dr. Abel Stevens, describes when writing of one of Wesley’s preach ers, John Nelson, who, when a man had hiui put in prison by false charges and being for a long time tormented by his enemy, said, “The Lord lifted up a standard when the auger was coming on like a flood, else I should have wrung his neck to tho ground and set my foot upon It. ” Patience like that of Pericles, the Athenian statesman who, when a man pursued him to bis own door, barling at him epithets and arriving there when it had become dark, sent his servant with a torch to light his enemy back to his home. Patience like that eulogized by the Spanish proverb when it says, “I have lost the rings, but here are the fingers still." Patience! The sweetest sugar for the sourest cup, the balance wheel for all mental and moral ma chinery, the foot that treads into placid ity stormiest lake, the bridle for other wise rash tongues, the sublime silence that conquers the boisterous and blatant Patience like that of the most illustri ous example of all the ages, Jesus Christ —patient under betrayal, patient under the treatment of Pilate’s oyer and ter miner, patient under the expectoration of his assailants, patient under flagella tions, patient under the charging spears of the Roman cavalry, patient unto death. Under all exasperations employ it. Whatever comes, stand it. Hold on, wait, bear up. Take my band again, and we will go a little farther into this garden of the sea, and we shall find that in proportion as tho climate is hot the coral is wealthy. Draw two isothermal lines at (10 degrees north and south of the equator, and you find tho favorite home of tho coral. Go to tho hottest part of the Pacific seas, and you find the finest specimens of coral. Coral is a child of the fire, but more wonderfully do the heats and fire* of trouble bring out the jewels of the Christian soul. Those are not the stalwart men who are asleep on the shaded lawn, but those who are pound ing amid the furnaces. 1 do not know of any osher way of getting a thorough Christian character. I will show you a picture. Here are a father and a mother 80 or 86 years of age, their family arouud them. It is Habbath morning. They have prayers. They bear the children's catechism. They have prayers every dur of the week. They are in humble cir cumstances, but after awhile the wheel of fortune turns up, and the man gets his $20,000. Now ho has prayers on Sabbath and everyday of tho week, but he has dropped the catechism. The wheel of fortune turns up again, and he gets his $80,000. Now he has prayers on Sabbath morning alone. The wheel of fortune keeps turning up, and he has $200,000, and now he has prayers on Sabbath morning when ho feels like it and thero is no company. Tho wheel of fortune keeps on turuiug up, and ho has his $800,000 and no prayers at all. Four leaf clover in a pasture field is not so rare as family prayers in the houses of people who havo more than $300,000. But now the wheel of fortune turns down, and the man loses $200,000 out of the $300,000. Now on Sabbath morn ing he is on a stepladder looking for a Bible under tho old newspapers on tho bookcase. Ho is going to have prayers. His affairs are more and more compli cated, and after awhile crash goes his last dollar. Now ho has prayers every morning, and ho hears his grandchil dren tho catechism. Prosperity took him away from God; adversity drove him back to God. Hot climate to make the coral; hot and scalding trouble to make tho jewels of grace in the soul. We all hate trouble,/and yet it does a great deal for us. You have heard per haps of that painter who wished to get an expression of great distress for his canvas and who had his servant lash a man fast and put him to great torture and then the artist caught the look on tho victim’s face anil immediately trans ferred it to the canvas. Then he said to the servant, “More torture,“and under more torture there was a more thorough expression of pain, and the artist said. “Stop there. Wait till I catch that ex pression. There! Now I have it upon the canvas. Let loose the victim. I have a work that will last forever.” “Oh,’’ you say, “he was an inhuman painter!” No doubt about it. Trouble is cruel and inhuman, but he is great painter, and out of our tears aud blood on his palette he makes colors that never die. Oh, that it might be a picture of Christian fortitude, of shining hope! Development. On the day I was licensed to preach the gospel an old Christian man took my hand aud said, “My son, when you get in a tight Qpruer on Saturday night without any sermon send for me, and I will preach for you. ” Well, it was a great encouragement to be backed up by such a good old minister, and it was not long before I got into a tight corner on Saturday night without any sermon, and I sent for tho old minister, aud he came and preached, aud it was the lust sermon ho ever preached. All the tears I cried at his funeral could not express my affection for that man, who was willing to help me ont of a tight corner. Ah, my friends, that is what we all want—somebody to help us out of a tight corner. Yon are in one now. How do I know it? I am need to judging of human countenances, aud I see beyond the smile and beyond the courageous look with which you hide your feelings from others. I know you arc in a tight corner. What to do? Do as I did when I sent for old Dr. Scott. Do better than I did—scud for the Lord God of Daniel and of Joshua and of every other mau who got into a tight corner. “Oh,” say* some one, “why cannot God develop me through prosperity instead of through adversity?” I will answer your question by asking another. Why does not God dye our northern aud temper ate seas with coral? You say, “The wa ter is not hot enough.” There! In an swering my question you have answered your own. Hot climate for richest spec imens of coral, hot tronble for the jew els of the soul. The ooral fishers going out from Torre del Grecco never brought ashore such fine specimens as are brought out of the scalding surges of misfortune. I look down into the tropical sea, and there is something that looks like blood, aud I say, “Has thero been a great bat tle down there?” Seeming blood scat tered all up aud down the reefs. It is the blood of the coral, aud it makes me think of those who come out of great tribulation aud have their robes washed white in the blood of the Lamb. But these gems of earth are nothing to the gems of heaven. “No mention shall be made of coral. ” Again, 1 take your hand, and we walk on through this garden of the sea aud look more particularly than we did at the beauty of *be coral. Tho poets have all been fascinated with it Due of them wrote: There, with a broad and easy motion. The fan coral nwocp* through the clear deev sea, And tho yellow and scarlet tufta of tho ocean Aru bent like corn on the upland lea. Une specimen of coral is called tlU dendropbilia, because it is like a tree; another is called the astrara, because it is like a star; another is called the brain coral, because it is like the convo lutions of the human brain; another is called fan coral, because it is like the instrument with which you cool your self on a hot day; another specimen u called the organ pipe coral, because if resembles the king of musical instru znenta All the flowers and all the shrubs in tho gardens of the laud have their correspondencies in this garden of the sea. Ccrallum! It is a synonym foi beauty. Aud yet there is no beauty in the coral compared with our religion. It gives physiognomic beauty. It does not change the features; it does not give features with which the person was not originally endowed, but it sets behind the features of the homeliest person a heaven that shines clear through, go that often, on first ac quaintance, you said of a man, “He is tho homeliest person 1 oversaw,” when, after you came to understand him and his nobility of soul shining through his countenance, you said, “He is the love liest person I ever saw.” No one ever bad a homely Christian mother. What ever the world may have thought of her there were two who thought well—your father, who hud admired her for 50 years, and you, over whom she bent with so many tender ministrations. t.-zrxx When you think of the angels of God, and your mother among them, she out shines them all. Ob, that onr young peo- i pie could understand that there is noth ing that so much beautifies the human countenance as the religion of Jesus Christ! It makes everything beautiful. ' Trouble beautiful. Sickness beautiful. Disappointment beautiful. Everything beautiful. Near my early home there was a place called tho Two Bridges. These bridges leaped tho two streams. Well, my friends, tho religion of Jesus Christ is two bridges. It bridges all the past. It arches aud overspans all the future. It makes tho dying pillow the landing place of angels fresh from glory. It turns tho sepulcher into a Maytime or chard. It catches up tho dying into full orchestra. Corallum! Aud yet that does not express tho beauty. “No mention shall bo made of coral." i Work Thiit Endures. I take your baud again and walk a little farther on in this garden of the sea, and I notice the durability of the work of the coral. Montgomery speaks of It. Ho says, “Frail were their forms, ephemeral their lives, their masonry imperishable. ” Rhizopods are insects so small they are invisible, and yet they built the Apennines and they planted for their own monument tho cordilleras. It takes 187,000,000 of them to make one grain. Corals are changing the navi gation of the sea, saying to the com merce of the world, “Take this chan nel,” “Take tliat channel, ” “Avoid the other channel.” Animalcules beating back the Atlantic and Pacific sw\s. If the insects of the ocean have built a reef 1,000 miles long, who knows but that they may yet build a reef 8,000 miles long, and thus, that by one stone bridge Europe shall be united with this conti nent on one side aud by another stone bridge Asia will be anited with this continent on the other side, and the tonrist of the world, without the turn of a steamer’s wheel or the spread of a ship’s sail, may go all around the world, and thus be fulfilled the prophecy, “There shall be no more sea." But the durability of the coral’s work is not at all to be compared with the durability of our work for God. The coral is going to crumble in the fires of the lust day, but our w T ork for God will endure forever. No more dis jouraged man ever lived than Beethoven, the great musical cumpDser. Unmercifully criticised by brother artists aud his mu sic sometimes rejected. Deaf for 25 years aud forced on his way to Vienna to beg food and lodging at a very plain house by the roadside. lu the evening the family opened a musical instrument and played and sang with great enthu siasm, ind one of the uuiubeis they ren dered was so emotional lital, tears ran down their cheeks while they sang and played. Beethoven, sitting in the room, too deaf to hear the singing, was curi- ous to know what was the music that so overpowered them, aud when they got through he reached up aud took the folio in his hand and found it was his own music—Beethoven’s “Symphony In A”—aud he cried out, “I wrote that!" The household sat aud stood abashed to find that their poor looking guest was the great composer. But he never left that house alive. A fever seized him that night, and no relief could be afford ed, and in a few days he died. Bnt just before expiring he took the hand of his nephew, who had been sent for and had arrived, saying, “After all, Hummel, I must have had some talent. ” Poor Bee thoven! His work still lives, and in the twentieth century will bo better appre ciated than it was in the nineteenth, and us long as there is on earth an or chestra to play or an oratorio to sing Beethoven’s nine symphonies will be the enchantment of nations. But you are not a composer, and yon say that there is nothing remarkable about you, only a mother trying to rear your family for usefulness aud heaven. Yet tho song with which you sing your child to sleep will never cease its mission. You will grow old and die. That sou will pass out into the world. The song with which you sang him to sleep last night will go with him while be lives, a conscious or uncouscious re straint and inspiration here, and may help open to him the gate of a glorious and triumphant hereafter. Tho lullabies of this century will sing through all the centuries. The humblest good ac complished in time will last through eteruity. I sometimes gi t discouraged, as 1 sup j mse yon do, at the vastuess of the work and at how little we are do ing. Aud yet do you suppose the rhizo- pod said, “There is no need of my working; I cannot build the cordille ras?” Do you suppose the madrepore said, “There is no need of my w orking; I cannot bnild tho Sandwich Islands?” | Each one attended to his own business, . and there are the .Sandwich islands, aud | there are the cordilleras. Ah, my friends, the redumption of this world is , a great enterprise. 1 did not see it start. : I will not in this world see its close. I am only an insect as compared with the < great work to be done, but yet I must | do my part. Help build this eternal cor- ullum I will. My i>areut8 toiled on this reef long before I was born. I pray God | that my children may toil on this reef long after 1 am dead. Insects all of us, but honored by God to help heave up the reef of light across which shall break the ocean’s immortal gladnesM. Better be insignificant and useful than | great and idle. The mastodons and tneg- i atheriums of the earth, what did they , do but stalk their great carcassi s ucnjFs the laud aud leave their skeletons through the strata, while the cuialJines went on heaving up the islands all cov ered with fruitage aud verdure. Better be a coralline than a mastodon. 8o now I am trying to make one little coralline. The polyp picks out of the wave that smites it carbonate of lime, and with that bnilds up its own iusectilo mason ry. 8o out of the wave of your tears 1 take the salt, out of the bruise I take tho blue, and out of your bleeding heart j I take the red, and ont of them alto gether I make this coral, which 1 pray may not be disowned in tho day when God makes up his jewels. Little thing* decide great things. All that tremendous career of the last Na poleon hanging on the hand of a brake- man who, on one of our American rail ways, caught him as he was falling be tween the cars of a flying train. The battle of Dunbar was decided against the Scotch because their matches had given out. Aggregations of little things that pull down or build up. When an army or a regiment come to a bridge, they are always commanded to break ranks, for their simultaneous tread will destroy the strongest bridge. A bridge at Anglers, France, and a bridge at Broughton, England, went down be cause the regiment kept step while j crossing. Aggregations of temptation, aggregations of sorrow, aggregations of ; assaults, aggregations of Christian ef fort, aggregations of self sacrifices— i these make the irresistible power to de- j molish or to uplift, to destroy or to save —little causes and great results. Chris- ! tiauity was introduced into Japan by I the falling overboard of a pocket Eiblu ! from a ship in the harbor of Tokyo. Written on the fly leaf of one of my books by one whom God took to himself out of our household were the following words. I do not know who composed I them. Perhaps sho composed them her- i self: Not a sparrow falleth Imt Its God doth know, j Jnst as when his mandate lays a monarch low; | Not a leaflet waveth but its God doth see. Think not, then, O trembler, God forgetteth thee! Bottled Dp! Whether in the form of pill powder or liquid, the doctor’s prescription for blood diseases is always the same— mercury or potash. These drugs bottle up the poison and dry it up in the system, but they also dry up the marrow in the bones at the same time. The suppleness and elasticity of the joints give way to a stiffness, the rack ing pains of rheumatism. The form gradually bends, the bones ache, while decrepitude and helplessness prema turely take possession of the body, and it is but a short step to a pair of crutches. Then comes falling of the hair and decay of the bones,—a con dition truly horrible. Contagious Blood iPOTASHi lEftCUW For more precious surely then the birds that fly i Ih u Father’a Imape to n Father’s eye. E’en thine hairs are numbered. Trunt him full j and free. i Cast thy care upon him, and he'll care for thee. For the God that planted In thy breast n soul On his snored tables doth thy name enroll. Cheer thine heart, thou trembler, never faith less be. Ce that marks the sparrow will remember thee. Oh, be encouraged! Do not any man say, “My work is so small.” Do not any woman say: “My work is so insig nificant. I cannot do anything for the upbuilding of God’s kingdom.” You can. Remember the corallines. A Chris tian mother sat sewing a garment, and her little girl wanted to help her, and so she sewed on another piece of the same garment and brought it to her motln r, aud the work was corrected. It was imperfect and had to be all taken ont again. But did the mother chide the child? Oh, no! Sho said, “She wanted to help me, aud she did as well as she could.” And so the mother blessed the child, and while she blessed the child she thought of herself aud said: “Perhaps it may be so with my poor work at the last. God will look at it. It may be very imperfect, and I know is is very crooked. He may have to take it all out, but bo knows that I want to serve him, and he knows it is the best that I can do. “ So be comforted in your Christian work. Five thousand million corallines made one corallum, aud then they passed away and other millions came, aud tho work is wonder ful, but on the day when the world’s redemption shall be consummated, aud the names of all the miliums of Chris tians who in all tho ages havo toiled on this structure shall be read, the work will appear so grand and the achieve ment so glorious and the durability so everlasting that “no mention shall be made of coral.” A Prospective Policeman. A big, broad shouldered man, stand ing about (I feet 5 inches in height, and whose speech indicated that he came from the Emerald Isle, was one of the passengers on a steamship recently ex amined by Deputy Commissioner of Im migration Hughes. “What is your name?” asked the deputy commissioner us the Celt passed before him. “Hugh J. 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It la guru- anteed to give perfect satisfaction or money refunded. Price 2i) cents per box. For sale by The DuPre Drug Co. Poison—the curse of mankind—is the most horrible of ail diseases, and has al ways baffled the doctors. Their pot ash and mercury . bottle up the poison, but it always breaks n forth again attack- I ing some delicate J organ, frequently the mouth ami throat, filling then with eating sores. S.S.S., is the only known cure for this disease. It is guar anteed purely vege table, and one thousand dollars reward is offered for proof to the contrary. It never fails to cure Contagious Blood Poison, Scrofula, Eczema, Rheumatism. Cancer, or any other disease of the blood. If you have a blood disease, take a remedy which will not injure you. Beware of mercury; don’t do violence to your system. Don’t get bottled up! Our books sent free to any address. Swift Specific Co., Atlanta. Ga. 'M W. L. DOUGLAS CUirtP Best in wliwEL the World. For 14 year* tbit gho*-. by mml filono, ha* dintancr'I nil competitor^. W. L. Don Kin* jSS.SO. •4.«H> and %>A.OO *boe* are the proouctloa* of tkilh-d workiueu. from the liest innterlnl pnwdlile at tlieeo i rice*. Al-o and ISS.OO shoe* for men ftS.OO uud S1-1S for hoy* mid youthr. W. L. Douida* ihoe* arc lodorned by over 1,0o,(«jrt wearer* ns the best * In ntyle, flt and durability of any shoe ever offered ut tho prices They are made In nil the la«e*f shM|M-8 and styles, and of every ety of leather. If dealer cannot supply you, write for cat*, logue to VV. L. Douglas, brock ion, Ham. sold tjr O. E. WILKINS & BRO., GAFFNEY, S. C. or ml ic GAFF8EY0SEMIKARY, A High-Grade School for Boys and Girls, will open its ses sion on Wednesday, Aug. 25th. For terms and particulars address W F McARTHLR, Principal. T-at-tf Gaffney, S. C. Notice of Sale. THE STATE OF KOTTH CAROLIN A,) C’Ol'NTY OF OHKItnKKK In tbe Coniniuu i’U-u.s. * Thomas F. McDow. Plaintiff. atraiust M. U. Uvese, ct al., Ih-fendants. Hy virtue of the I loo roe ol Fiirei-h*s:ir« in the above cun so. made Niivemln-r Jdt h. I'-.ff. I shall expose lo public sale, al '■alfney, Cherokee Court House,on the fii st Monday in January. 1 ><•.«, the inti n-si of the defend ant M. K. u< ese, (one undivided l lord), in the Real Estate deserihed In said Decree as follow*: All of that certain piece, p..roel or lot of land, (the same belmr onc-thlril iiiP-iwst). lyiujr and situated in the town < t HlaeU iui c. in the county of York, and s’aie of Soutli Carolina, known as the Iron < ity Hotel Prop erty. and bounded oil the x uthwest by Shelby Street; on the Northwe-t hy land-of (i. O. Surratt; Northeast by laiui* of \S Id so nant A llrown; on the -souihe.isi hy lauds of Florence North: lietrliiMlniir at n stake on Shelby Street, Florence Nouns line, and runnlnjr with said stn et N.W. l"l leet. lo (>. C. Sarratt’s line, thence •• ith suldo c. Sarratt’s line N.tiO. E. b'i feet. thenee E. Si feet, thence .V tin. E. 31 b . lo Whiso- nant A Brown’s line, thenee with said Wldts- otiHiil A Brown'* lines *•. I 7*• feel, iheneo 8. W. W. I'JHfeet with Florence North's line to the U-jrlnidna’. TKKMS OF SAI.e. One-half cash and the rei alidei in one year, with interest from the day of *ah-. se- curetl by purchaser’* bontl an I a iiiortp’ tjrn oft he premises, with leave to|>.iy:!|| iiih. Purchaser to pay for papers. J. Eh. .Itrrt itir.h. < Jerk of < hi I >>kue. t Odhty . Deeemla r M h. 1MI7. Piedmont Savings and Investment Company, GREENVILLE. ». r Thlscompuny ha* money t . Und on fialT ney real estate. Our loan p.un I* eheiip* r uud more aatlsfaetorv than rte plans of any hiilMItiK and loan ass’telatlon offered In the State. For our loan circulars, which tell nil about our loan plan, eaI! on J ('. Jefferies E»q.,our local attorney. M-lU-t f