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p THE LEDGER: GAFFNEY, S. C., MARCH 10. 1898. 3 POTLNTIAUTICS. Thp hf-rtni hotel f% (•liotn*, nn:l ours to chnoM^ Within thrwu h>,nrn to build a noble jjiIo, A slructuro of Ugh majesty, r.nd loso All earthly taint of Hen-e un.l self the while. An edifice of thought whi h should diffuse Light, help and strength and freedom free from guile. This in our leach, no soul would hesitate? But no; we turn our wanton eyes away And start to build a house of mean estate— A little tawdry jerry bull.ling, gay With paint and tinsel; empty, uesolute Of all tine thought and noble power to stay. And from our tawdry house of cards wo cry With laugh and jest: “This is the tower of j<>y. Of life and youth and fervor! Dullards sigh Over vexed problems; better we'll employ Gay fleeting hours!’’ Yet dimly we descry The good once scorned none after may enjoy. To see the greater and to choose the less. The chanco of high discerning friendship filled With understanding, knowledge, power to bless Weak spirits into strength, if «o we willed. Strange, by a thoughtless touch, a light caress, Such brilliant potentialities were hilled! —Lewis Irani in St. Paul's. MADE 11 IS OWN END. The editor pro tem. of Tho County Journal sat gloomily in Ins office, frowning heavily ami biting viciously at bis mustache. Things stood in this way: Tho editor in chief had been called hastily away, leaving Hugh Elliot in charge, and as that young man was ambitious this had been much to his delight. Before leaving tho editor had placed before Hugh tho matter to bo used in the nest issue, including tho conclusion of a story begun the previous week. This story it was which had proved tho cnare to Hugh. On looking over it ho discovered, to his dismay, that the final pages were missing. Ho had looked for them anx iously, but in vain; hence the confusion about tho desk. The story could not ho left unfinished; neither could ho take it upon himself to subsituto another. Sud denly his brow cleared, and a good ua- tured smile lit up his face. “Ha, tho country's saved," he ex claimed. “I’ll write an end to tho hang ed thing myself.” Brushing aside the cluttering papers, bo placed what there was of tho “hang ed thing” before him. He laughed to himself as his ever too ready senile of the ridiculous caught the iiumor of tho .situation. Evidently the personages in the story vrero approaching a crisis. Tho charac ters who seemed to bo tho most promi nent were a tall, dark man and a short, light one; a beautiful young lady and a peculiar personage named Nosnio King, who seemed to bo treated by all with exceeding familiarity. s^Htigh pondered over the situation and YiUBly endeavored to find the natural enjniug of it all. He had not read tho first part and consoled himself by hop ing that very few others had. It occur red to him to read it now, but as luck would have it a copy of the last issue was not at band, and he did not take tho trouble to look one up, thinking gloomily that quite likely it wouldn’t be any help if he Lad it, and then, too, he thought longingly of tho club grounds. Things went swimmingly now. Each character made several high sounding remarks and went off the stage. Tho beantifnl young lady had a pathetic in terview with the light man, in which they resolved to part. Tho tall, dark man, who was no doubt tbo villain—as villains were always dark in stories, so Hugh reasoned, and of course no story was complete without one—made some malicious remarks about retribu tion and vengeance uud bowed himself off with all the smiles and grace that accomplished villains are supposed to possesa Then Nosmo King sang a touching song and ended tho whole thing, and tho story closed, leaving tho heroine in a swoon. The manuscript, thus artistically completed, was handed in with the oth er materials for tho next issue of Tbo Journal, and then Hugh put the desk In order and, much elated by his suc cess as an author, started for the club grounds. 1 Tho paper came out on time with every department up to its usual stand ard of excellence. Hugh read his part production with great delight and was congratulating himself on having so successfully “got out of a hole,” as bo expressed it, win n tho unexpected happened in that peculiar way it Las of doing. f The unexpected in this case came in the shape of a young lady who walked into the office tho day after tho paper came out and demanded of Mr. Elliot to see tho editor. i, IJugh was not unaccustomed to the sight of young ladies; neither was he accustomed to such a peculiar mingling of chills and apprehension and thrills of admiration as he experienced when this particular young lady appeared on the •cone. She was a sweet looking girl, in a dainty toilet of pink that suited bet brown eyes and buir to perfection. But in these same brown eyes was an omi nous look that called into existence the chills of apprehension which ho wut also forced to acknowledge. “I regret to say tho editor is out of -town,” replied Hugh courteously and moat truthfully. “Indeed! And may I ask who is tak ing his plnceV” Here the chills of apprehension rose high in tho ascendant, as the “coming i event cast its shadow before.” *‘I have that honor,” he answered, wishing heartily that all the honor there was in it belonged to anybody else. “Ttafeu it is you I bave to thank for •o altering the story published yester day that even its author can scarcely :'uuogfniv.e it. May I ask if yon consider your alterations an improvement?” Thia was, then, as he bad guessed, tbo author of tbut uneuded story. ”1 muit explain,” be said. “You see, the lari pages of the manuscript were .Alnir.g. Unfortunately, I had -o: read the first pert of the story, being so rush ed” (with tenuis, though it was not necessary to explain that), “and so had to guess at tie ending. I cm exceeding ly sorry about it, but it could not bo left unfinished, ami as the end could not bo found there was nothing else to do. Any amends that can be made will bo done most gladly, I assure you.” “You are very kind. What amends do you propose?” “Well,” said Hugh, with a desperate attempt to defend his course, “you know bow frequently tho most ‘popular writers nowadays end their stories tragically. As I have had no experience in that line, I thought I would probably come nearer right to follow their lead, having no idea of tho correct ending. But, to speak of the story itself, was not the lignt man the hero and the dark ono tho villain—that is, the offending party?” “Certainly not. The light man was only the brother of tbo heroine, and there was no villain, as you call it, in the story. Tho dark man was her be trothed. And as to it being tbo fashion for stories to end sad, I believe in love stories ending tho right way.” “Ob, so do I,” Hugh hastened to say. “And I sincerely regret my mistake. But surely I did not do wrong to let the character Nosmo King—wasn’t it— make tho concluding remarks? From tho part he played throughout I judged ho would be likely to do something to the point at the end.” “Oh, did yon? Well, ho was the dog. ” “Great Cresar!” exclaimed Hugh, and thou that irrepressible senso of hu mor asserted itself and ho burst into a ringing laugh. “Oh, I do beg your pardon! lam sure I’m heartily serry for my part in this thing,” he said, with such an hon estly penitent sound in his voice that she could but believe him. “And if there is any reparation I can make, be lieve me, it shall bo done. Shall I ex plain in tho next issue, or will you not send tho lost sheets if you have the copy? Indeed I would be only too hap py to servo you in any way.” “No,” she answered stiffly, moving toward the door. “I’m sure yon have done quite enough. I will not give you any further trouble about it. Good morn ing.” “But, indeed,” ho said anxiously, “it would be a pleasure to do anything yon wish if you will only command me.” She did not answer, and Hugh opened the door for her, wretchedly conscious of a feeling of utter incapacity to cope with the situation. He eat down in tho editorial chair after she was gone and meditated on his sins. “I was a regular brute,” ho said fiercely, jumping up so violently that the dignified editorial chair went spin ning aronud like a top. But some way bo must gain her for giveness. He did net know her name, nor, in fact, anything about her except —well, nothing hot that ho hoped he would see her again, and thou he would find a way. The day of the tennis tournament came and came gloriously. Hugh Elliot passed hither and thither at various calls, in all tho glory of a white duck suit, now wielding a racket instead of the editorial pen. Just us the game was being railed and tho places allotted he caught sight of a dainty figure, in white this time, which ho recognized at once. It was his divinity of the brown eyes. Sbe was chatting with somo of his friends, tho Engles, and Tom Engio, tho rascal, was hovering around her with all tho assurance and gayety of which ho possessed sneb a generous share. "Tom always was a lucky dog,” said Hugh angrily, while his wrath rose high against himself us he recalled the scene in tho office. Anyhow here was a chance to show that there was at least one thing he could do well, and he vowed that ho would make a bravo fight on this oc casion. Tom Engle also took his place on tho field, and tho fight was soon in earnest. For two hours, with slight intermis sions, tho battle raged. Hugh knew in his heart that he was playing superbly, and ho felt, too, that tho maiden in white was not totally oblivious to his fine strokes. When the closing game was called, Hugh found himself with Tom Engle as one of his opponents. Tho four players were well matched, and Hugh knew that this last game would bo no trifling matter. To make it still more trying ho observed that tho little party with which Tom had been, including tho brown eyed girl, had approached their j court to watch tho game and tho result. When tho prizes were awarded, Hugh Elliot received the first gentleman's prizo, a gold scarf pin in the shape of u ball and racket, tied with tho club colors. Tom Eugle was the first to congratu late Hugh on his victory, which he did without tho slightest appearance of dis content. "And now come meet my cousin,” he said; “nice girl; goim: to be here the rest of tho summer. Have been looking for you for two or three days to have you come around. ” And Tom was leading him away, with the flush of victory still animating his face, when suddenly without any premonition again those horrible chills of apprehension overtook him, but this time unaccompanied by any thrills of admiration. For entering tho club grounds and heading straight for them was Mr. Page, the editor in chief of Tho Jour nal, who, having just returned, was anxious to consult with Hugh as to his success aud rightly guessed this was the place to find him. Thus just as the young men approached the ladies he came up aud, knowing Tom well, was presented also. “Mr. Pago, ladies, and Mr. Elliot, tho champion of the day, aud rhy ruth less conqueror. My cousin, Miss Ruth Homers, aud my sisters you already know.” Hugh bowed with mingled feelings of pleasure, embarrassment aud pride, but there was no bint of their late unpleas ant meeting in tho few words with which Ruth greeted him. “I congratulate you on yenr victory Mr. Elliot,” she said. “You played magnificently.” “Thank you. I am glad there is cue thing I can do in a rivilized manner,” bo answered, with a significance which she only understood. O.hrrs scon joined tho group, and Er. i’age took tho first opportunity to ask Hugh about the paper. “I hope you had no trouble during my absence,” bo said. "Not especially, ” replied Hugh, hesi tatingly and knowing full well that ev ery word could not but be overheard by Miss Somers. "There were some few matters not quite ns I bad expected. You have seen the paper, of course?” “Yes, aud I am glad you got it out on time. Everything scorned to bo up to tbo usual, mark. There was, however, just one thing that comew bat surprised me. That was tho story concluded from last week. It struck mo as being—well, rather involved toward too end.” “I regret that it was,” replied Hugh, “ar.d I am to blame for that. Unfortu nately there had to be a slight altera tion toward tho end on account of an ac cident—that is, some of the concluding pages were missing.” “Missing!” exclaimed Ur. Page. “You don’t say so! Well, how did you manage it?” “Oh, I played author myself,” an swered Hugh, with a grim smile. “I re gret tho result was not better.” “What, my dear boy! You wrote tho end? Why, you’re a treasure, a jewel! I thought you capable, of course, but scarcely thought yen equal to that, net being in your line. I’m thinking of lock ing up a successor for some time in the future, and am glad to know where I may let my mantle fall.” “It was abominable,” here Hugh could not help but put in, his endeavors to say the right thing from two points of view providing a serious task. “I’d rather fix up everything elso on tho pa per than do another lovo story. I know, besides, that the writer will never for give me, which makes it worse. ” “Oh, was there any unpleasantness?” asked Mr. Page hastily. ‘Of course we don’t want anything of that kind. Au thors r.ro very touchy and can make a ; good deal of trouble sometimes.” Hugh’sfaco had fallen decidedly dur- j lug these last remarks, and ho saw that 1 ho stood a poor chance of advancement ! if his chief knew how very unsatisfac tory to the author his conclusion to tbo j story had been. But Miss Homers also ! had caught the bint and now turned a ; charming face to Mr. Page. "Inderd, Mr. Page, ” sho raid sweetly, ! "you said you would leave it to me to | judge, and I assure yon Mr. Elliot’s | part of tbo story was charming, aud eo like tho up to date story. I must say I was exceedingly interested in reading it myrelf and feel t-uro tho author will make no complaints. Moro than likely the writer forgot to send the manuscript complete anyhow. Authors aru so care less. I think Mr. Elliot should ho prais ed and deserves every advancement for his ability.” “Ho lie it, then.” agreed Mr. P.igo cheerfully and walked away, leaving tho two young people stranded together at some distance from their party, which had moved on during the conversation. By a mutual impulse, ns soon as Mr. Page was gone, they glanced furtively r.t each other, and what each saw in tho other’s face must hava been reassuring, for, without more adn. both immediate ly dropped their dignity and broke into such a hearty, good natnrod laugh at tho turn tho whole thing had taken that it would have b'*eu impossible after that to regain their distance aud mudo them fool like old acquaintances at cure. “Do you remember what you said to me the first time I over saw you?” ho r-.iked wit tout further preliminaries. “I said a lot of things, didn’t I—some hateful ones?” “Never mind them. But you said, too, that you believed in lovo stories ending the right way. I’m thinking of a onso where your ending could bo used berutifully.” “But I thought you liked two end ings, liko one of Rudyard Kipling's i tem s, and I believe you couldn’t think of any moro. My ending ivigbt do for ono, supposing there was such a case, and”— “Let us suppose such a case. Go cn.” “Well, yours might do for tho other, and you might have Nosmo to sing. Bee; hero ho is.” "Oh, bother Nosmo!” "And the heroine swooning, and tho villain—that was what you called my hero, 1 believe”— "In this story I’m thinking of the villain find tho lover are one, so ouu ending would be enough.” “It seems to bo rather involved too.” “Then let mo untangle it, Ruth,‘hud, since my miserable ending was pub- lisbtlot us live out your happy ono together. That is tbo use I want to make of it, and that will bo far bettei than having it published.” Hero the villain lookisl so much in earnest that only cue ending seemed at all possible, and Until answered, trying to speak very iunocbiitly uud failing dis mally : "Of course it’s n pity not to make sumo use of it. If you think my ending hotter than yours”— “Never mind finishing your sontcucn either, Ruth,” said Hugh gladly. "I do think yours better than mine. But if 1 bud never written mine perhaps vi could m vi r have lived yours us now wc shall, so you seo there is something to bo sal l for two endings.” “But I don't know," began Ruth, wit!) one feoblo effort to resist tho irrn- sistiblo. “Oh, never mind; I do! I’m n full fledged editor now and am nuppesud to know all about lovo stories.” “Whether you do or not,” added Ruth saucily. But hero tho villain takes matters in his own hands, and tho story beccmci hopelessly involved. — Elizabeth A. Moors in Chicago Record. THE LAMBTON WORM. ' ADDRESS OF TOWN COUNCIL It Cnrloa* English Tradition That Itrada Liko a Dairy Tnlc.^ The park and manor house of Lamb- ion, belonging to the family of that aame, the head of which is tbo Earl of Durham, lie on the bank of tho river Wear to tho north of Lcmloy. Early in ;bo fourteenth eentury tho hoir, young Jqhn Lanibtou. was leading a dissolute life. Among his delinquencies was tho justom of fishing on Sunday, and on one of these occasions, finding that his usual Hood fortune had deserted him, he gave way to temper and iuvoked curses upon the river, tbo laud, tho fish, himself, his luck and all that concerned him. Then he invoked the powers of evil to give him aid and am cess in ono last cast of tho rod. A great strain came upon tho line, and, after a tremendous effort, ho landed an immense and hideous look ing worm, resembling an eft. This, in disgust, he threw into a well close by, where it grew with such marvelous ra pidity as soon to fill it up with its body and limbs, and consequently it was able to scramble out. Then it made for a largo rock in the center of tbo river, and, coiling its tail around it, made it its headquarters by day, whilo at night it encircled a hill at a litMo distauco from the river on tho oppo-ito bank. Those aro called respectively Wormwell and Wormhill to this day, and tho latter is abont a mile from Lambton Hall. From tbepe, its coigns of vantage, it would raid the country round, making forays among tho farmsteads, sucking tho cows, worrying tho cattle, eating tho lambs aud smaller fry, frightening men, women aud children and causing them to flee in terror for their lives. Thus it laid waste all the countryside, aud soon reached the castle itself, where dwelt tho old lord in solitary and gloomy grandeur, the hopeful heir having join ed tho Crusaders aud set out for Pales tine. Advised by his steward, tbo lord of Lambton placed troughs of milk in the way by which the worm must approach to propitiate it. But in time tho milk of the region gavo out, and the worm, to signify its anger, rooted up trees aud took to destroying every living thing. Tho knight errant of the period sought to make away with this terrible mon ster, but ono and all perished who made the attempt. Tho worm would envelop them in its tremendous folds and crush them to death, or should tho knight succeed in dealing what would bo thought a fatal blow or thrust tho worm bad tho power of reuniting tho severed parts and becoming whole again. At length, after seven years’ absence, John Lambton returned home, now a knight of Rhodes. Acting on tbo ad vico of a venerable sibyl whom ho con sulted, ho caused his armor to bo stud ded with lauco poiuts, engaged to go to the river at early morning armed only with his sword and, taking his stand upon the summit of tho worm rock, await tbo coming of tho monster. Fur ther, he made a vow that if successful in his enterprise he would slay tho first living being that ho might chanco to meet on his return from tho encounter, uud that should ho fail to perform his oath precisely ns prescribed it was de creed that no lord of Lambton for nine successive generations should die a nat ural death or in his bed. The result of tho combat between tho knight aud the dragon was decisive in favor cf the for mer, who slow his enemy by embraining it and piercing it with the spearheads in many places, and then, having cut the body in twain, let fall the lower portion into the stream first, the upper portion being held upon the spear poiuts until tho possibility of reuniting bad passed. Bat when, in answer to tho blast on his horn announcing victory, tho old lord came ont to greet him, tho oath had to bo broken, since filial piety would not allow of its fulfillment. Dur ing tho period cf the curse no lord of Lumbion did die n natural death. Tbo last of tlw nine generations, Henry Lambton, M. P. for Durham in 1761, died while crossing the new bridge over tbo Wear in his carriage. His prede cessors had all undergone the tun.— Genealogical Magazine. TO THE CITIZENS OF HUST LING GAFFNEY. Jewel*. An old book written by Camilins Leonardos tells much of interest about jewels and names a number of stoned that either are no longer found or else were creations of tbo author's imagina tion. This is most probable when wo read Leonardus’ description of tbo ale- coria, which, ho says, not alone renders a man invisible, bat “being held in the mouth, allays thirst. ” Tho alccoria, he further states, is to bofouud only in the intestines of a capon that has lived sev en years. "When tho stone has become perfect," to quote this authority, "the capon does not drink." However, it it never larger than a large bean. Again, he tells of the boznar, a "red, dusty, brittle and light stone," which is taken from tbo body of somo animal and is in fallible against melancholy. He uredits Queen Elizabeth with wearing a bozoar, and Charles V had four of them. The four rings, however, of most historical interest were those preseutod by Pope Innocent to King John. The monarch was urged to note with extreme cure the shape of the rings, their number, color and mutter. Tbo unmber 4, being a square, typified firmness of mind, fix ed steadfastly on tbo four cardinal vir tues. Tho blue color of the sapphire de noted faith, tho green of tbo emerald hope, tbo crimson of the ruby charity and the splendor of tho topaz good works. Thu rings themselves represent- tl eternity, with neither beginning nor 9.d. Gold, which was the matter, and, according to Solomon, the most procioni of motnls, signified wisdom, more to be desired than riches uud power.—Chica go Record. A Gams For Two. "Yonr neighbors have been talking about yon.” "That's all right. They can’t eqnal the things that 1 have been saying about them."—Brooklyn Life. Goodwill to •’ftll and Malice Toward None—They Ask the Support of the People in Behalf of Good Government. nil tiiat tends towards our better ment.. I'atnc and honor from no condition rise; Act well your purl. There all the honor lies. N. H. Littlejohn, Intendant. * J.. Baker, Town Clerk. R. M. Wilkins, E J. Barnette, E. R. Cash, Wardens. To tho public: Having been elected as Intendant and Wardens by a large majority of our fellow citizens to serve them for the coining two years in the capacity entrusted to us as such, and whilo we feel honored by the almost unanimous vote of our citizens imposing this trust upon us, we enter upon the duties delegated to us with some degree of doubt as to our ability to perform the varied requirements to the entire satisfac tion of all our citizens. However, we assure our fellow townsmen that we belong to no ring or clique; and aro untrameled by any promises to any person or party, and will, to the best of our ability, exe cute the ordinances of the town, and, with the support of our citizens, up hold the law in the interest of peace and good government. We hold no animosity against any citizen who honestly opposed us in the past elec tion, and are unprejudiced against any citizen who expressed his voice as his judgement dictated. He had a right to do so, as no ‘one can deny, and is entitled to the same protection and consideration as one who cast his vote with the majority. Ours is a growing town, and the business pertaining to the adminis tration of its public affairs have be gun to assume considerable magni tude. Tbo public business transacted by the outgoing council in the last two years lias been so large and varied, and to a great extent successfully handled, warns us that we must not allow a reaction to set in, but must take hold with a will and a determi nation to push forward, and to nour ish and foster tho seeds of progress sown in tne past. Unfortunately our finances for the present year will be limited, as ac cording to law the source of our prin cipal income in the matter of taxes has been deoeised, by having to use the last years returns as recorded in the auditor’s books for Spartanburg county as a basis for taxation, which basis was established four years ago when property was not so valuable in our town as at present. And further we have some obligations to mf-et that were justly incurred.such ai the formation of the new county, that willjnaterially decrease our pres ent money supply. Nevertheless we have agreed not to let the general interest of our town suffer when en terprises of any magnitude are pre sented. Generally “where there is a will there is a way." We know that it is beyond the power of mortal to satisfy everybody, and that if every body was satisfied there would be no use for law or ordinance, for the “Millennium" would beat hand. We shall do our utmost to do what we honestly conceive to be right and just, and hope that each and every citizen will encourage us by their moral support. Let us lay aside per sonal feelings and selfish interests and try as a whole people to upbuild our town for our general good. This cannot be done unless the wardens elected as the people's agents have their hearty endorsment. Everyone knows that the officers of the town receive no compensation commensu rate with the duties imposed upon them, and that their services in be half of ouijtown ar.f to a great extent giatis, and the loss of lime, thought, and attention to the affairs of the public necessarily conflicts with each one’s own individual affairs and at considerable lom to tbo individual, tuerefore let us hope that we may bo encouraged in our efforts in be half of our people, instead of being censured and maligned if in our judg ment we do notact just us someone else though we should; nor have we the wisdom of Solomon, but with the lights before us, and with a knowl edge of our finances and resource, and, wo trust, a medium of common sense and clear conscience and equal interest in affairs generally, will ex claim liko David Crocket, “be sure we’re right and go ahead.” In accordance with law we pro pose to extend our electric light system so far as, in our judgement, at present we can afford, and to further macadamize some of the principle streets so far as our funds will admit, besides a general street working throughout the town and other nec essary local improvements as they can be successfully enniedout. We have in mind a plan that will insure us un abundant water supply for all purposes, and be able to keep withia the law without uu increase in tax ation. We recommend the election of n good and competent board of health at the election on March 21st, and hope they will cheerfully accept the trust Imposed in them, and assist us In keeping our town in a first-class tanitiry condition. Typhus fever is the child of filth, and a dreadful and frequent fatal visitor. Ho let us all lend u hand In the upbuilding of our town and Its im- provment, morally and financially, and strive to asalat rather than resist Martinsville Minutes. (Correspondence of The Ledger.) Martinsville, March 7.—Our school closed last Friday. The en tertainment was put off until sum mer on account of the school stop ping sooner than was expected. Some of our people attended a sing ing at Carlisle Academy lust Sunday. Ail reported a nic ime. There was a quiet wedding in our midst yesterday. Mr. F. H. Cook •and Miss Ella Cash were the contract ing parties. They were narried at the bride’s home by Rev. A. J. Bon ner. Rev. A. J. Bonner has bet n making some new additions to his house. A large quantity of guano is being hauled from Cowpens this season. Mr. Willie Jarrett has obtained a position as clerk with tlu firm of Moore & Cash, at Cowpens. Clifton Ezell was up in this section Sunday. Outs and wheat are a littl back ward for the time of the year. Almost every one I meet is *alking about the rumor of war. One of our neighbors went to the mountains, but I think he got over his scare as soon as he heard of the killing at Spartanburg. Messrs. Edwards <k Martin are moving their saw mill down in the Grassy Bond section. Miss Maggie Jarrett is visiting rel atives at Inman. R. T. Lawson has been very sics Mrs. S. A. Turner is on the sick list. Jno. T. Cabaniss, N. P., married a couple Sunday morning. This is something new in that line for him. The Sunday School is talking of making a change in the singing books. That would be a good move. Supt. Buice will soon h&ve the machinery running at the cotton mill. Rex. —— ■ - — Grover Gossip. (Correspondence of The Ledger.) Grover, N. C., March 8.—The far mers have been very busy. There has not been an^ guano haul ed in this section yet. D. R. Bell, Sr., has been very low with plurisy. I am sorry to say that he is no better. Messrs. Bell, Turney and Dover are going in the shingle business—(hey have a machine that cuts 1.000 per hour. The school at Holly Grove is flour ishing. W. H. Bird went over to Gaffney yesterday with a petition for a divide of Holley Grove and Piney Grove school district, to make three dis tricts out of two. All our school dis tricts are too large. There arrived a welcome visitor at W. A. Dover's on the 1.40 train yes terday—it was a boy. The Ledger is a welcome visitor— it is divided up at our bouse. Rambler. — - Pleasant Grove Paragraphs. (Correspondence of The Ledger.) Pleasant Grove, March 7.—The farmers of this section are fixing for another large cotton crop. We are glad to see J. L. S., of Etta Jane, still working for the national park at the Cowpens battle ground. I think there ought to be a park there in memory of the brave heroes that fought so hard for liberty. Every body should read the history of the Cowpens battleground. The boys still have their debating society at Grassy Pond. The subject for the next meeting is, “Resolved that books have done more for civili zation than inventions.” K. O. H. But one thunderstorm has been witnessed in Arizona during 14 years. -» — • Potatoes planted must have their eyes about them if they are to come up- In mending gloves, use fine cotton thread instead of silk, which is apt to cut the kid. A pessimist likes a thing ho can’t enjoy and an optimist enjoys a thing he can’t like. Justice is probably represented us a woman because it is something a man is always after. you MUST have pure blood for ■ good health. Hood's Sarsaparilla purifies the blood. Take Hood’s Sar saparilla if you would BE WELL. Letters of AdmiDistratiOD. utility. Orrirg or I’eobatb Jitdok. f Statu or Sooth Cakoi.ina. JCOtlSTY or Chkhokku. I Ity Hon. J. E. Webster, i'roliule Judge of Cherokee Ci \Vlintkas. N.ll. Littlejohn, petitioner, has Hied hjHitltlon In ruy ofllee praying llntt lel- tt*r» of udnilnUt rut foil on ull uud singular, t he goods mid chattels, rights and credits of Mr*. It. L. Littlejohn, deceased, lute of said county, formerly of Spurtuiihurg County, should Is- grunted to him. These nrc therefore to cite and admonish sll a ml singular, the klndr<-d uud cri-diUim of the said defended, to lie Mini apiieur Is-foro me at my ofllee. at Gaffney City (Cherokeo Court House) on Wcdnesuuy. March ItUh. I HUN, nt H o'clock n. m.. to show cause. If any they Iih'-c. why the ulndnlstrittlou should not be grunted. J. E. \Vv.uhtek. Isi-St Probate Ju