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Ew3 r . Wiil • ' THE LEU6EB: GAFFNEY, 8. C., MAY 19, 1898. 6>';a rr ! SUHLLY OUGHT TO KNOW. » Imvo the prett:* ‘ littlo wife Yuu eoul l v.vi i ; the 1 day— J>iir *8 a roue, guy is a And tweet as the flowers of Sluy. 31 ny n wife is «;v. ■ et nnd fair, That’* true, nnd I don’t sr.y •‘Iso," tow I think my wife more fair than all, And I surely m^kt to know. 5 kjivo the cleverest little wife. Jshf is alwr.ys h -y and eliiin, And it’s just a i< y when work is done To come to my liorao r.t eh n. Tlie peace, the e rr.fort, I Imve there Xn money on earth could buy. I J.nuw it’s so, I know it’s And who can judge oerrer than 1? 3 InTO the tenderest little wife. ttod grant I may never rales E r cooing vor >, her elinginy arras* Her night and morning kiss! Other men have i>ecn dcc.rly loved, "ihat’s true, and I own it t o, Yiui f have the tendcrest wife of all. And I surelj’ ohght to know. The summer comes, the winter rv-s-tm. T^e days ur. 1 the )t :irs go t>’— £Sm‘. h always kv.ng. neat r.nrt s\vee». Who knows that better than i? «he eh anges n : wltatever wind <J£ good or evil blow. Trc proved her n .v for twenty years. And I surely ought to know Xrra not born to power or state. 1 re little nic.i.i y to spare. Fortune was kitit er far to me, For Mary was ray share— Jlary and love an 1 joy and pease, A calm and a happy life. t>o I would not take t he whole round world For my darling little wife. —Lillie E. Earr in New York Ledger. A QUEER COURTSHIP. It is not to be assumed that idyls a!- go topsy tr.rvy iu Shakespeare’s «waBrry. There, as elsewhere, journeys iu lovers’ tings, hut in the par- iMToinr case I tell of the end was sever- •snee. The country for many a mile lies as as tho palm of your hand. Tho is so exov.isitsly green and fresh that foreign travelers, beholding it ter Ibt* first lime, are given te exclamations ri deliylit ai.d wi nder. The slow Avon jpaoawinding and tliding through sleepy fluids, glassing trees and cattle and Sxaucnteads in its tide. The hedgerows t&at skirt the lanes are gardens of wild •Anti luxuriant beauty. The people not so very long ago the laborers’ cottages by the dozen, but in (he four or live farmsteads and iu the | parsonage and at the hall itself there was ho laughter or crying of children or any marrying or giving in mar riage. The place was like a Shaker set tlement so far as tho well to do folks were concerned. Think, thou, how tongues ran and how speculation leaped ewake when it became evident on a nuldm to tho popular e‘ye that Hannah j Maria had a suitor. I say “on a sud- j ilea” advisedly, fur tho courtship had not been in progress morn than seven or eight years at tho utmost before tho knowledge of it became common proper ty- The thing was the more surprising iu- ; asmuch us it was John Thurston whom the blind boy had clapped upon tho 1 shoulder. Ho lead reached the ago of 00 or thereabout, and tho bachelor broth er spoke of him as “a niaturish sort of a chap,” as ho certainly was if ever ho were going to be. Ho wore a hat of sil- l ver beaver, with a low boll topped j crown and a broad rim. I doubt if there w ere such another in tho country, and it is likely enough that it was an heir loom. Ho was bald as an egg, and tho knobs on his head shone with a high pale polish. This contrasted well with the wrinkled brick red of his hard old visage, w hich might have been cast iu terra cotta for any flexibility of feature it displayed. I never heard a hint of harm of him, hut he went about with a fierce, shortsighted scowl which made I him look as if ho contemplated murder. ! He was very bowed iu the legs and bent * at the hams, and ho was as lean as death everywhere except in the region ; of the lower waistcoat, where he put i forth a bulb so extravagantly out of keeping with tho rest of him that it looked artificial and preposterous. Kc i was as neat as a new pin always, and his tight fitting drab gaiters and breech- j es, his red plush waistcoat, his blue broadcloth coat with its bright smooth i gilt buttons, his high white collars, his silken birdsoyo necktie and the great bunch of seals depending from the ! watch that strained its tight little pock et made him a picture of respectability. John, a> befitted tho maturi.-h sort oi a chap ho was, went courting very stol- i idely and sedately. Every Saturday night, hail, rain or ! shine, winter and summer and spring wtav just as sleepy as tho land and w-Gie just the same sort of tranouil pic- ! and autumn, ho dressed to perfection, Tnresqucncss. Nowadays tho hoard drove over to the neighboring farm- Acboois have killed the old, quaint ac- *Tiit. The tongue of Sbakcspearo him- iielf probably had the homtly twang of it. dalesmen of ready made clothing Saave banished the beautiful and befit- tvrig raiment of the old peasantry, the canvas clad engineer has taken tho place et the plcrwnian who used to drive his tmar.i afield, and the daily press has iroaght its perky English into tho place ctf rich and venerable provincialism. The rustic folks themselves are somo- •w-imt dull copies of the people of the Idwus, a sort of coppevplated class of human goods, shining with tho cheap- <i*t tarnished brilliance. Forty years -its delicious as when Shakespeare loved It. The types of Tudor times were stur dily alive ill field and lane, and the men and women breathed of old days. The bomosteads, pinned together by massive teams of oak, seemed, rooted fast iu tho «nzth, liko the ancestral trees, and one could easily fancy them a spontaneous jyrowth of tho soil. On the last edge of this delightful old times there lived iu a charming old homestead within an easy morning stroll of Stratford-on-Avon a family consist ing of three elderly spinsters and one middle aged bachelor brother. They wore of good old yeoman stock, and the farm had descended from father to sou from timo immemorial. In that hospi table house it savored of meat and drink ail the year rcuud. The three elderly spinsters spent by far the greater half •of their working timo iu cooking, pro- •aCTvmg and distilling. They made pre serves the very names oi which are now hardly remembered and many homely growths were turned to wriae— Maeklerry wine, rhubarb wine, currant trine, elderberry wine, cowslip wine— there was no e nd to the homely vintages. There was a gooseberry wine which was merely elysian. It beats hollow and far- •away (in memory) any champagne I «vi]T tested. Perhaps the unsophisticated palate of infancy reported of it beyond itH real merit. Then there was browing £a the mild, misty, sunlit October days —dwys always and inseparably associat- «nd with the richness of the smell of malt auni the aroma of the great hop pockets. Th^ro were cider pressing and merry- xunking, and the huge “muslin kettle” polished copper was on the firo for hours every day for weeks together, and repimi nts nnd armies of gallipots were ■marshaled on the great white scoured *sble in the kitchen for the receipt of jjBHni for winter storage. Tbs three elderly spinsters—the with- mttl, withered roses that they were— were always spotless. The morning saw $bem iu dresses of cai ico print, starched jEliff as buckram, and as fresh as new fallen snow. Indoors and out and all the year round they wore cotton sunbounets, aa stiff and as prim and as clean as their dresses. The kindly, smiling spinster feces, wrinkled like rosy old apples that have lain for months in the straw, sbofke sm you from the far eud of immaculate L-aaowy tunnels. These elderly ladies were always laughing and said the most -unconapromising things to each other witii genuine good humor. I dare say they had even been pretty, and certainly they had once been young. They were green at heart still. A jollier trio of old ^iris never made the holiday life of a ncboolboy happy. June was the eldest of the family. t?ho may have been five and fifty. Mary came next You may set her vhnvn at 50. Hannah Maria was the child of the family, a mere girl of 40, tin: Beujamino of the household—not quito an old maid yet, but beginning, swrhaps, to rnn a little danger of a life of tingle sleep and unchanged name. ‘There seems to have been a continued opiuemic cf bacholnrL xxl and spinster- boed iu that little p *L. Rosy cheek- «d, tow beaded archias tumbled about stead, which was about a mile from his own door, and sat there from 7 o’clock till half past 9—a dissipated hour, the constant observance of which alone might have told tho parish that he found an unusual attraction iu tho house. He and the bachelor brother sat opposite each ether on either side the fireplace, which iu itself was liko a modern chamber for capacity. Each pulled solidly at a yard of clay (the real old Broseloy clay, which lent such majesty to tho smoker), and each ap pealed often to a mug o? brown October. Hannah Maria kept the mugs filled, and the two tillers of the soil sat as solemn the stolid humor of this class was j as a pair of graven images, speaking with extreme rarity and the weightiest deliberation. Tho three spinsters chat tered liko a trio of magpies, and when once their eyes were open to tho real condition of affairs there would be sud den silences among them, and arch glances at John iu his silent corner, and then shakings and contortions of sup pressed laughter. Thcu Hannah Maria would blush and bridle, and one at least of the sisters would be so over come with mirth that she would think it seemly to retire. John never so much as twinkled, but he must have under stood, and it is*probublo that a slow’ courage took root and grew within him as a result of these manifestations. They are all under tho turf this many a year, John and the bachelor Harry and the jolly old maids, but it looks to me like yesterday. It was summer weather, and the long time of tender twilight was almost at aa end. The full moon, pale as yet, but gathering power, hung low over the orchard trees. The roses pushed their lovely incense breathing faces thronrh tho jipo.n win dow. The caudles hud just been lit, and for a wonder tho women folk-were dead quiet. We could bear the tiuklo of a sheep bell now and then from the fold, a quarter cf a mile away across the fields, and now and then the sleepy, querulous call of a bleating lamb. A bat in bis circular flight cut tho ring of the full moon again and again. The horses occasionally stamped on tho sta ble floor or moved their chains in the manger. In that rural silence you heard and noted sounds which would not have reached tho ear at all elsewhere. Hannah Maria was seated at the ta- j ble where the two newly lit caudles I were standing. She was tracing a pat- j tern on cambric for an embroidered col- i lar. John was sitting iu the chimney corner, with bis short arm at full length supporting his pipo and his mug iu his right hand. Hu stared hard at Hannah Maria for perhaps live minutes, and smoked with growing fury. Then he knocked tho ashes softly from his pipe, placed it gingerly on the two nails driven into the oak wainscot for its sup port, rose, emptied his mug with great deliberation and walked right over to the youngest spinster. He stooped across the table and, with an unchanged, un changeable visage, he chucked Hannah Maria under the chin. Hannah Maria looked up at him, nnd we were all eyes. I know I seemed to have no sight for anything but this stupendous bnsiuoss, and yet I remember perfectly how every body stared. Johu stuck that terra cotta figurehead of his into the immaculate tunnel of garden bonnet and kissed Han nah Maria at the far end of it with a loud smack. To ray that he looked uu- Bioved after this seems by contrast with the reality to confer cu him some sign of emotion. He took up the immemorial beaver and pulled it over his baldness with both hands. Thcu he spoke. “Drive a piece with mo tonight, Hor ry?” Harry rose, knocked out the ashes from bis pipe, emptied his mag, took bis hat and walked out afttr John. There was a silence which might bo : felt, and through it wo heard tho twe i men harnorsing tho horse to the trap, i We heard them clamber iu, and we heard them drive away. Nobody said I anything or did anything. It was as if : the eud of the world were here. It was half an . hour before Harry came back again, cn foot, and found avorything as ho left it. “Well?” said Jauo terse and sharp, breaking the silence like the snap of a t.ddlestring. i “Well?” said Harry liko the slow snore of a very deep note on the ’c?l!o. • “Hain’t the man said anything:” Jane asked in tart exasperation. I “No,” said Harry, with his bovine drawl. “Nothin in particular.” Ho hung his hat on its customary hook behind tho door, walked with !ho i deliberate, high lifting gait the strid ing of many furrows had kut to him tr. his place in tho chimney corner, umJ there filled and lit his pipo. “Well,” said Jane, “did’-i’t you ask ; him to say anything?” “No,” he answered. “I didn’t see any particular occasion. ” “No particular occasion—after what the man did here, at this hero very ta- ' ble?” “Why,” said John, “ho seems tc ; have made his mind up. Where’s the need of talk? 1 should liko a sup ol beer, though.” Hannah Maria drew the beer, ami the three splinters sat in silence for c time. Then tho eldest came to tkt charge once more. “Didn’t the man ray nothin?” “He niver opened his mouth but once,” said tho bachelor brother. “And what did ho say then?” Jaur urged him. “Well, it wnrn’t nigh the question.” Ho stuck the bowl cf his long pipo iu the lire and then sat buck as stolid us 1 an cx. r “I wouldn’t trust you to knew,” said | Jane, who by this timo had lost lu x | temper, “whether it was nigh the quos- i tion or whether it wasn’t. You tell mo, sour Harry, this instant minute what : it was as that there John Thurston said, ’' i “Well,” said Hurry, with a low smile, which took half a minute to overcome the rigidity of his lace, “you know aour taowu pump?” "God bless my son!!” cried Jane. “I ought to aftey nigh on threescore yen’. ” “Well,” said Harry, "wo drove by there. ” He seemed to go to sleep for a little while in his intense enjoyment of his pipe. “Zeb Shaw was there, and : Ziah Bayley was there, and they had a dog apiece. ” He seemed to doze again, j "Then,” ho continued, ‘‘old Johu woke - up, and ho says to me, ‘There always is i a craowd raouud aour taowu pump, ’ he | says.” * Then the well springs were unsealed, and the tv/o elder spinsters chattered 19 j to tho dozen. But Hannah Maria went i to bed. It was quite understood that Johu had done it at last. It was ac knowledged that ho had done it oddly, 1 bnt it was felt that it was liko himself and that he had done no violence to his i own traditions. j “Five years ago,” said Jane, “tho very first Sunday we had suckin pig for dinner that year, I said he’d do it. Nao.v, didn’t I, aour Mary?” “Aour Jane,” said Mary, with sol emn emphasis, “you* did. ” “Yes,” said bachelor Harry, “he’s abode awhile to turn things over, but he’s found his mind at last apcrieutly, and none coo soon, considcriu his time of life.” But all this ardor of tho rustic bleed came to melancholy nothing, and there was not even an asking in church foi our Hannah Maria. In tho whole darling landscape there was nothing nearer than Guy’a cliff, at Kenilworth, that was worth calling a hill, but tho spinster ladies had their home on a little rise of ground, and John lived, as it were, in a dimple cu the fair check of nature, and the cue house could bo seen from the ether. Jaue, busy iu an upper chamber, repert- ed that John was coming this way cu foot, and Hannah Maria fkw taker own sccr.'t bower Ml to adorning Lcrnelf for the coming groom. Tho whole house atmosphere, in lij.ito of its perfumes of lavender and the smell of the flower garden through the open windows, went acrid with tho scent of singed hair in evidence of tho vigor with which she wielded the curling tongs. “He’s got his Sunday coat on,” Jane called to Mary below stairs, “and r. flaower iu his buttonhole.” Hannah Maria came down stairs in black silk, with threo stiff, long cork screws at either withered rosy check. She had discarded tho poke bonnet, and there was a little shining patch of bald ness at tho hinder end of the parting of her hair, of which, I hope, she was un conscious. A cameo, big as a raspberry tart, held her yellow heirloom lace at her throat. I think a little bile stirred in Mary’s sisterly heart, for she shrilled with a somewhat spiteful laughter and says she: “Well, aour Hannah Maria, youhavo made an owl of yourself—at last.” As if that had been the one effort of the faded little spinster’s life. Hannah Maria foundered in instant tears. She was overstrung. “Maybe,” she said, “Jack Thurston ain’t much of a catch, but you’d ha’ set your owu cap at him if you’d seen half a chance. ” “Me!” said Mary, with a beamiug scorn. “Why, you wouldn’t ha’ took him yourself if you hadn’t been at your wits’ end. ” “Maybe I wouldn’t,” said Hannah Maria. • Neither had seen John’s term cotta countenance at the door until they turn ed at that fatal moment. But it was there, and it turned away, and Johu walked homo, and never from that hour smoked his long Broseley in the chim ney comer, and five years later was gath ered to his fathers. And the faded rose of Hannah Maria’s affections was pluck ed by no tender hand, but she lived to.’ ‘JO years thereafter and lived to tell th i tale in my heariug and to laugh over it many and many a time.—David Chris* tie Murray in Brooklyn Citizen. Twain and a Lyceum Manager. Before wo left the anteroom Mark Twain particularly requested mo not to introduce him to the audience, and I told him (for ho culled it “a whim of his”) that his little whim should ho re spected. When we reached tho stage, I began after awhile to feel not a little nervous for fear that he would never introduce himself. But he at last arose, and taking a semicircular sweep to the left and then proceeding to the front opened something like this: "Ladies and gentlemen, I—have— lectured — many — years, — and — in— many—towns,—large—and — small. I have traveled — north — south—east— and — west. I — have —* met—many— groat—men—very—great—mcu. But— I — have — never—yet—iu—all—my— travels — met — tho — president—of—a country — lyceum — who — could — in troduce —me—to—an—audience—with —that—distinguished—consideration— which—my merits deserve.” After this deliverance the house, which bad stared at mo for several min utes with vexed impatience for not “pressing the button,” was convulsed at my oxjjcuso and gave him unremit ting attention to the eud.—Joel Benton iu Harper’s Magazine. long lo them. John Howard, I’lii'.antEropiat. Wo found him iu a parlor, without books or apparently any employment, dressed as for au evening iu Loudon—a powdered bag wig, white silk stockings, thin shoes and every other circumstance cf bis habiliments excluding the possi bility of a country walk. Ho was rather pragmatical in his speech, very polite, but expressing himself in a manner that seemed to belong to 200 years ago. I asked Mr. Whitbread if Mr. Howard was usually thus dressed and confined to his room, for ho was as intimate with Whitbread as with anybody. He had never seen him otherwise, ho said, but added that he was a sensible man and a very worthy one.—“Autobiography of Arthur Young.” "One Minute Cough Cure is the best preparation I have ever sold or used and 1 can’t say too much in its praise.’’—L. M. Kennon. Merchant, Odell, (ia. Cherokee Drug Company Gaffney, and Macon Thornton’s Pharmacy, Blacksburg, Teach your children to help them selves—hut not to what doesn’t be- The Cuban question and political issues sink into insignificance witii the man who suffers from piles. What he most desires is relief. De Witt’s Witch Hazel Salve cures piles. Cherokee Drug Company, Gaffney, and Macon Thornton’s Pharmacy Blacksburg. A coquette is a rose from which every lover plucks a leaf—the thorns are left for her future husband. The human machine starts but once and stops but once. You can keep it going longest and most regu larly by using DeWitt’s Little Early Risers, the famous little pills for constipation and all stomach and liver troubles. Cherokee Drug Com pany, Gaffney, nnd Macon Thornton s Bharinacy, Blacksburg. Why is the letter S likely to prove dangerous in an argument r Because it turns words into swords. S. E. Parker, Sharon, Wis., write 1 "I have tried DeWitt’s Witch Hazel | Salve for itching piles and itt’lwa\s steps them ini wo minutes. I con sider DeWitt’s Witch Hazel Salve the greatest pile cure on the market. Cherokee Drug Company, Gaffney. Macon Thornton’s Phannacy.Blacks- burg. There is a boy in Boston so bright that his mother has to look at him through a piece of smoked glass. S. C. P. Jones, Milesburg, Pu., writes:—"I have used DeWitt’s Little Early Risers ever since they were introduced here and must say I have never used any pills in my family during forty years of house keeping that gave such satisfactory results us a laxative or cathartic. Cherokee Drug Company, Gaffney, Macon Thornton’s Pharmacy, Blacks burg. A man who is not at heart ashamed of himself need not be ashamed of his early condition in life. S. M. Geary, Pierson, Mich., writig: — “Dewitt’s Wi*ch Hazel thilve is curing more piles here to-day than aH other remedies combined. It cures eczema and all other skin diseases. Cherokee Ding Company, Gaffney.Macon Thornton’s Pharmacy, Blacksburg. At sen level an object 100 feet high is visible a little over 13 miles. If 500 feet high, it is visible nearly 30 miles. On Minute is not long, yet relief is obtained in half that time by the use of One Minute Cough Cure. It prevents consumption and quickly cures cold, croup, bronchitis, pneu monia, la grippe and all throat and lung troubles. Cherokee Drug Com pany, Gaffney, Macon Thornton’s Pharmacy Blacksburg. How the Lieutenant Governor Was Scared. Lieutenant Governor Jud Brush was ono of the first men to pan for gold iu the “Cherry creek diggin's” during tho early fifties. While iu something of a reminiscent mood at the Brown hotel an evening or two ago ho told stories of tho dead pest and then turned his at- ttutiLgi.to tho future for tho city. “\Vtj may not have skyscrapers iu Denver for romo timo to come,” ho re marked, “bnt when they do arrive there will fie advantages ns well as disadvan tages. Tho last timo I was in Now York I went to see a fricud in tho thir tieth story—I think—of the block. Just as I stepped out of tho elevator I saw a man leap out of a window, and of course 1 made a rush for my friond’a ollico to breathlessly explain to him what had happened. “ ‘Take a chair and sit down, Jud,’ he remarked, with painful unconcern. “‘I cau’t co it, ’ said I. ‘By gosh, that fellow will kill himself falling down thoso 30 stories to the pavement.’ “My friend replied that bo would ring up the firo department, which would catch him in the nets for that purpose before ho reached tho street. I watched out of tho window, aud iu a few minutes there came tha department a-tcaring aud caught tho man in a net jnst ns he got v/ithia a couple of feet cf the hard stcue. “You can see from this that there isn’t half the danger iu those tall build ings that people are inclined to think there is. I think the Denver department would have done even quicker work than the ono iu Now York did.”—Den ver Times. Late to bod nnd early to rise, pre- ! part-s a man for his home in the : skies. Early to bed and a Little 1 Early Riserr the pill that makes life I longer and better and wiser. Cher- , okee Drug Company. Gaffney, and j Macon Thornton’s Pharmacy, i Blacksburg. Men will refrain from evil-speak ing when their fellow-men refrain ! from evil hearing. “Ho Loved tho Children.” Thackeray’s words were satirical, and ho himself was called a cynic, but tho author of “Love Affairs of tjome Fa mous Men” shows what sort cf a heart beat in the satirist’s breast by quoting from the letter of ono to whom the fol lowing incident happened: “Iu the week following his death there appeared some genial memorial lines iu tho pages of Pouch. Walking down tho then unsavory thoroughfare known as Bedfordbnry, my eye caught the opoii page of tha popular periodical, nnd I staid to read tho graceful tribute to tho dead moralist. Turning away at lengthy a poorly dressed man iu work ing garb said to me: “ ‘I know that man, sir.’ “ ‘You knew Thackeray?’ I asked. “ ‘Yes, sir. I keep that little baker’s shop yonder,’pointing to tho opposite side of the street, ‘and many’s the time Thackeray would come aud buy a pouud or two nf cake of me. I cut is into slices for him, and then, distribut ing it among a crowd of hungry chil dren, ho would walk away and hide in that court over there, that ho might have the pleasure of seeing their enjoy- i meat. Ho didn’t know I knew him, hut I did. People used to call him a cynic, ! sir, but it wasn’t true. He loved tbo children, sir, and no man is a cynic who does that. * ” Dutch to the Core. Tho allegiance totbo old Reformed Dutch church would seem sometimes to engender in the minds of the mere youthful citizens an exaggerated idea of that body’s pre-eminence in matters spiritual. Two little* Kingston sisters were quarreding one day when a rela tive, who was visiting in the household, tried to put a stop to the affair by a final argument. “No ono would seppore.” sba said severely, “from your behavior, that you were Christian children!” “Well, we’re not, you fcuow,” ex plained the elder child gravely, as hos tilities ccassd. “Indeed,” cried tho scandalized aunt. “Then pray what are you if you are not Christians?” “Why, we thought yon knew,” was the amazed answer. “We’re First Dutch!” After another altercation between the same children, their mother, iu her efforts to impress them with tho neces sity cf forbearance, told them tho story- of Cain aud Abel. That night at pray«£ time, after the petition for fcrgivenAss, the younger one burst into tears. mamma, T ’m to sorry we quarrejed to day !” The mother’s heart thrijfed with joy over tho penitent pugiifst as sba clasped her more closely. "I’m so afraid,” tho child wen*j on, between her sobs, “so afraid tJ>«t—God might pet a markon sister’s forehead that would Just her all her life!”—Inde pendent. Ho Knew the Months. At a dinner party iu South Africa tho hostess told the Kaffir hoy to “bring the champagne.” The hoy left, and re turned without tho wine. She com manded him again to bring the cham pagne, with the same result. Then he whispered, "No wine.” “Nonsense,” said tho woman; “there is plenty,” “No,” persisted the native; “mo look at all tbo bottles. All say extra dry!” A second woman engaged a boy iu September, and at tho cud of the month gave him bis wages. At the end of Oc tober she again proceeded to pay him, when ho surprised hefr by objecting to the amount. He wanted to bo paid more for 31 days than fer 30—not un reasonably. The woman remoustruted, and hreko into poetry. “Thirty days hath September,” etc. “No,” said the Kaffir cutely; “no month 81 day—all mouth 30 day. Your month 30 day, then 31 day, then 32. No, me no stop here!” And no logic could induce him to consent loan arrangement that seem ed likely to progress indefinitely in fa vor of his employer. WHAT A MOTHER SAYS Foreign English. Some interesting specimens of foreign ers’ English have recently come to light. A Belgian man of science, for instance, writes to a Chicago journalist: “I shall get iu your city iu Fcbruar. Aud I think the next time I am in Chi cago I shall fix myself.” A Danish girl who is making excel lent progress iu the language—for tho Danes always learn English quickly— told her mistress bow she had slipped and fallen on the sidewalk, and added, “It shames me very hard to think I did fall down just as long as I am!” A New York paper says that a mu sician in Germany wroxo to a friend re cently to acknowledge the gift of some music: “Lena has learned to gamble the piece; we listen to bethink r.s of you.” Of Dr. Hartman’s Famous Family Remedy and Spring Tonic. Mrs. Hannah Lind, 1132 East Long street, Columbus, Ohio, is one of the many enthusiastic advocates of I'e- ru-na. She says : ’-‘For many years I was subject to nerveousnegs, de spondency and neuralgia, for which doctors nnd remedies seemed of no use. At last I was persuaded to try Pe-ru-nu. I found it to bo exactly the remedy I had been so long in search of. It relieves the tired, de pressed feeling felt in spring-time at once. It never fails to restore to me natural appetite and the best ol sleep. It has cured perma nently my old despondency and neuralgia, and I wonder why so many people continue spring and early J ,Y H Crawford a* He Write*. F. Marion Crawford said to a San Francisco interviewer: “During the last 16 years I have written 29 novels. I usually do my writing on ordinary oc tavo paper and I manage to crowd pretty much of a chapter on every sheet. I am accustomed to arise early aud soon afterward I start to work. It is no un usual thing for me to write for nine hours a day. But, then, the writing of tho novel is with me a sort cf seccudary affair. My first object is to secure a character. Then I make a careful study ’ of the subject aud begin to devise ways of building an interesting story around it. Very often it has taken me two yeers to do this, because of some unob tainable feature -%bVr\- the story re quired. ” to suffer through summer when IV- ru-na ia sach a prompt and perfect relief. As a family medicine I bilieve Pe-ru-na to have no equal.” It re lieves at once cramps, colic, prostra tion from heat, the ill-effects of sud den checking of the pcrspirntion, and all other bad effects of hot weather. As a remedy for nerveous prostration it has no equal, and tho thousands of men and women of this generation who “have nerves” find it a priceless remedy. Every family should have a copy of ‘Facts and Faces.” Finely illus trated. One of the best books of tes timonials ever published. Sent free. Address the Pe-ru-na Drug Manu facturing Company, Columbus, Ohio. To Caro Con&tipatioii Forsver. Take Ciisearots Candy Cathartic. 10c cr’Xio, If C. C. C. faff to euro, ilrujafists refund money. $10 in Gold To be given away to our subscribers. Wo will give to the subscribers answering the largest num- ber of advertisements of Gaffney merchants between June 1 and Oct. 1, $10 in gold, viz : > We will furnish each merchant who advertises in this papq with a register for the purpose of registering the names of th who come in answer to their advertisements and at the end time specified above we will go around and get all these re, and the person who has registered the greatest number of | will receive $5 in gofa^the one who has registered tho next est number of times will receive $3 ; and the third, $2. Every purchase, no matter how small, jusr so it is in ans to a Lkduer ad, will count. All you have to do is to tell tin merchant or dealer you saw his ad in Tiik Ledger. Endeavo to win one of these prizes. It will cost you nothing. Just telf them that you saw their ad, and they will do the rest.