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A I >J r. ; 'V THE LtSTIGER: GAFFNEY, S. C., JUNE 2, 1898. THt! MINE WThISILE. My pn ho y:or'.;i r.p tit t!i' ttuiia, •An I’v'ry inurnin;;, vntn < r kImiiu, II' 1 ',<’!« r.;i tii llvu o'clnch, An tn2' ivi'i i up too. • I'n < :itH lilt lirnaUfust I'm In Wd, Nen hn cotni 't In n*ul ptifu luv I ' ltd. An i;(«m to v.i”'c. V:i ill . I l:i Liv ltd up ’Ith tli.Tiy 1 to int mid n In tin rnp Of pofii o, whii li I <• nttlti' hot Win tho v.'ltintln blown :tl tv.rive o’clock. An nil th’ dnySvhllp tm'n nv.ny Mn cloBJi!* InntRo. r.n I in nt piny, .An unit n, it ;< ty ii:tn l.i tl.r <’:>y I wntcli for pn on tlio \v 'I’t.;! > ad, Cawno ho tvinn , home that way. An, sure enoojih, At rit o’clo It tho whiatlo l.Uiws, An mm \vn know, Pn'll In' hotnn «|uh'k In hi, dirty cloze, 'It’.i Hinutfy han’ri and HV.tty iiohu. An mu, hIh' hua tho HUppcr lint, An 1 puts th’ wua'it'iin on th’ spot {For nm r.inho!' him wash, if he lines or not), '1th soup an towel an brush an comb, 8o pa'll fin' 'em when he conics homo. An after supper Is clcnA’tl nway, An rte dlslios washed, then pa, he'll say, “Kim hero, yon divil, in tell me tlirno Wot hev yon bin doin this Ion,; day too?” An non ho rides mo to Dublintown On his foot as lie \vi r :h s It up an down An tosses r.n tiekh s till 1 Ir.fT. Oh, 1 couldn't tell you even half Of all tho lun we have. An by an by inn’ll say, “My dear, It’s time for bed,' 1 un pn pulls my car An kisses n:o. Ken mn grabs me up an undresses mo, An mm—nen ncx’ thing that. I lutov.s Is w’en the great big whistle blows An pn has gono to work nitaiti. —New Orleans i’icayune. STEEL’S JHl,EMMA. Thero is cone of us (tho present read er, of course, excepted), however charm ing and irresistible, without our faults. Fauntleroy, one of the pleasantest men in London, was addicted to forgery. Robespierre, surnamed “The Incorrupti ble,’’for his steadfastness of purpose, had a weakness for tho guillotine. Ctvssr, who never turned his back upon a military foe, fiod from the sheriff’s -officer. Aline. Laffarge was young, beau tiful and accomplished, but she had a passion for the administration of arsonio. The benevolent Rousseau, who devoted himself to his fellow creatures, sent his own children to tho Foundling. Henry VIII, a genuine adorer of tho fair sox— But enough of examples. I have quoted sufficient to show to posterity that my hero, Captain Hippolyto Steel, adjutant of tho Royal Blaukshire volun teers, Was not the first person recorded in history whoso otherwise unexception able character was marred by a defect. He was good looking and patriotic, courageous and genteel; he had £-100 a year of his own in land, never smoked tobacco, was a bona tide member of the church of England and the best shot in his regiment—but he was not punctual. There was the rub. He had indeed a conventional respect for time just as men of fashion have for women, but his behavior toward the same was abomi nable. In drill, it is true, he made his men keep time, but wo all know how easy it is to correct the faults of others. He never kept it himself; I think 1 may really say never. Of course there is a great deal of rub bish talked about the value of time. Commercial gentlemen, who pull out their watches aud mutter “tut, tut,” when tho omnibus stops at tho corner, do not impose upon tho world so much as they hope to do. We are well aware it is not really a vital matter whether they begin reading tho newspaper at their office at 10 precisely or at 10:15. Tho city would net collapse if they were even an hour late, nor (between our selves) would it be of much consequence even to them. They are a set of bum- bugs as respects tho importance of their every moment; it is cno of the engines that they employ to persuade the public of the gigantic character of their opera tions. As though one day was not just as good as another for making money! It is curious that even tho rank and file of the commercial army affect this exaggeration of the value of their time. “Give me 24 hours to turn about in,” says some poor wretch surrounded by creditors, “aud you shall all be paid.” What is tho good of his turning round in 24 hours, like tho globe itself? “Time is money,” runs their foolish proverb, whereupon it was once wittily observed, “Then, if you give mo time, it is tho same thing as if I give you money,” which is quite a new way to pay old debts. Lawyers also mako a great deal of fuss about the value of their time, but with better reason, for they charge folks not for what they do for them so much as for tho time they take iu doing it, which is one reason, among many, why lawsuits are so prolonged. It is to the credit of the other professions that they do not boast themselves in this particu lar, for although the clergy are em phatic about tho value of time it is not upon mere time’s account, but on the relation which it bears to eternity. They may make vital questions out of many foolish things, but I never heard of their attaching supreme importance to ’their sermons beginning exactly as the clock strikes 12, while, as to ending , them at any particnlar time, I have gen erally noticed their congregations to be more solicitous about that than them selves. We find, indeed, it is the man who does the moat work who has al ways the most time to give to others, and tho idlest dog who has always “no time to spare,” he fritters away the hours he ought to employ in labor, and then complains how closely he has been kept to his desk. It is so much easier to tell how long you have been working .than to explain what you have done. ’A I have written this much to show that lam not myself a blind devotee of time, and therefore apt to judge Captain Hip- poiyte Steel with harshness. I have no personal feeling in the matter whoever; I have never waited dinner for Tkiin, or any other man, one minute. People who do so at the risk of their whitebait being spoiled pay a very poor compli ment both to their own palates aud to those guests who have arrived at the proper time. Bat all persons have not the courage to bo just, and Hlppolyto's prosped-fl were blighted by a clrcunistiuico which, | nt first sight, seemed to reflect credit ' uiion him. Tho Nowmnns of Eaton place j OHIO waited 25 minutes for him and got tlu-ir turbot spoiled. This, of itself! j only showed that tho Newmans, being , parvenus, were r-ady to nlnso thofu- sclvcs hi fore tho heir prcsmnptivo of a baronetcy, but old Bullion, tho Luuktr, ! unhappily for Hippolyto, was also of j the party and not at all inclined to j abase himself. I hoard what ho mutter- ; id over that fish in rags, hut I do not veutnro to repeat it. When tho poor, uneenscions captain, drawing his chair toward him in a friendly manner at dessert, inquired, "Aud how is Miss Margaret, sir, today?” ho replied, “And what tho devil is that to you, sir?” Mar garet Bullion was tho banker’s only daughter and heiress, who had been hitherto understood to bo tho fiancee of tho gallant adjutant of volunteers. Nev er was unpunctuality so punished. “Am I to bo kept waiting and got my tnrbnt spoiled because this son of a baronet chooses to dawdle?” was all that tho remonstances of Margaret aud her bridesmaids (elect) could for weeks elicit from tho old gentleman. At last, when she insisted with tears, “But he will never, never be late again, papa,” he was so far mollified as to per mit the courtship to bo renewed upon that basis. “I am a plain business man, sir,” re marked ho to the captain “and have al ways met my engagements to tho day. It is as easy to bo in time as to be after it and if you cannot conquer a bad habit you are not the sort of person I wish to see married to my daughter. Yon under stand therefore that if you aspire to bo her husband you will not be late again for any import nt matter such as dinner aud least of all when I am one of tho ] company. ” Captain Steel was proud, but ho also doted upon Margaret, and ho swallowed his resentment aud submitted. He only lived for her and the volunteer force. There was, of ccnrse, no pecuniary ne cessity for his undertaking tho duties of an adjutant, but he liked the work and did it well. Ho v is always too late, of course, but when ic had once begun he made up for lost mio. His men adored him, and ho won d put himself to any inconvenience— uorfc of being in time —to serve then.. Ho had a rifle butt erected iu his own grounds, so that those to whom i was nearer then where the regimental .rget stood inightccmo and practice i. ero. There was a shot- proof house for the marker upon one side of it and all complete. The time for Hippolyte’s marriage was drawing very near, and it was not his intention to be late for that, I prom ise you. Indeed since that edict of his future father-in-law, he had much im proved iu respect to punctuality, as I can certify, who happened to be staying with him during those last bachelor days. However late at night wo played billiards. Hippolyto was always “to tho fore" at breakfast time, and the cook was quite astonished to find master always at home wtan the second bell rang. Upon a certain day we were engaged to dine with the Bullions at their coun try seat in the neighborhood. I could hardly prevent Hippolyto from driving over there immediately after lunch so as to bo positively sure to be in time, but I represented to him that would only look as if ho bad no confidence in himself. He would seem like a habitual drunkard, who dares not be merely moderate, but is obliged to take the pledge. If we started at (5, we should still have a full quarter of an hour to spare. At 4 o’clock Hippolyto had put on his evening clothes, in which he looked remarkably well, but still, as I observed, it was a premature proceed ing. “Never mind, ” said he. “I feel safe in these. I shan’t have to dress iu case anything should happen to delay us.” It was quite touching to see his anx iety and desire to amend. “When I have once got her,’’ said ho (referring to his beloved object), “I’ll snap my fingers at old Bullion aud mako a point of never being iu time for anything.” At half past 4, who should ride up on that speedy “weed” of his but Mr. Nolan O’Shaughuessy of the Royal Blaukshire volunteers, cue of those Irish gentlemen to be found iu every corps, about whom nobody knows anything, except that there they are. Ho was sorry to intrude, but he had been accidentally shut out of tho regimental competition last week and was exceedingly anxious to get into class 2. It was competent for tho adju tant to admit him, if bo should succeed in satisfying him of his efficiency, which half an hour’s practice at the target would suffice to do. “I doubt that, my good fellow, ” said Hippolyte, “for your shooting used to be rather wild, but I can just spare you half an hour. ’’ So wo went out to the hut, O’Shaugh- nessy leading his thoroughbred and tethering that attenuated animal to a neighboring gate. He bad characteris tically omitted to bring his ammunition with him, which the adjutant had to supply. When Steel and I bad shut ourselves up in the marker’s box, which was quite an arborlike little edifice of turf, with its one aperture close to the target, I remarked to my companion that our friend from the Emerald Isle bad rather an undisciplined appearance. “He’s as mad as a March bare,” said be, “and knows about as much about shooting. He will never get into the second class as long as be lives; only one does not like to seem ill natured. We shall never have to use the green fag, for he never madea bullseye in the course of his existence, and 1 very much doubt if he will ever make ’an out er’ “What’s that?” cried I, as a dull thud on one side of our turf hut follow ed the discharge of bis first shot. “Oh, he’s hit our butt instead of the target, that’s all,” returned Hippolyte coolly. “It’s quite shot proof; nev fear.” | “Bathe must be a lunatic,’’ itrated L “Why do you let him shoot * st all?” “I can’t rtop him. By Jove, how quick ho fires, but it will lie all tho sooner over. Step a bit; you mustn’t ! distract nu adjutant’sntteiL ion. I don’t know whether that way a bit or not; I j must go out jiiid sec. I suppose ho knows that tlm red flag means stop fir- | ing. ” Hippolyto put out the signal in question, waved it in the usual maimer, and then stepped out himself. An in- j Mant afterward there was a sharp crack, end then a bullet whizzed within half | an inch of his left car. “Goodness gracious,” cried Ilipro- lyto, hastily re-entering his ark of safe ty; “that blackguard nearly shot me. It shows ho had no malice prepenso or elso ho would not have been so near. | But tho idea of his disregarding tho red • flag! Confound his ignorance! I’ll have him drummed out of tho corps.” All this tiino quite a storm of bullets was hurtling about our ears. If rapid firing, altogether independent of aim. could have insured Mr. O’Sbaughno.ssy’s promotion, ho would already have been in the second class. Not a single bullet, however, hit tho target. At this moment a terrible incident occurred. Out of tho tbymy moss clad seat on which wo sat there flew an enormous insect with an appalling boom and began to circle around us. I am not well acquainted with 1 ho entomol ogy of the country, and I concluded it to be only a bumblebee. But I noticed Hippolyto turned pale and waved tho red flag with frantic excitement. At this moment another bumblebee flew out and joined the mazy circles of its pred ecessors. “What a noise these bumblebees mako,” said I, “iu this confined space, and I don’t think I ever saw such big ones. ” “Hush!” said Hippolyto. “Do not enrage them; they aro hornets. I have no doubt tba;\YO aro sitting upon a nest of them.” Imagine onr position, in a diminutive sentry box, o feet high by 4 feet wide, tenanted by hornets, and tho only means of egress exposed to the murderous fire of a madman. “If this reptile stings my nose, it will bo double its size in half a minute,” said Hippolyto, with tho calmness of de spair. I knew the poor fellow was thinking of how ho could present himself in such a condition to his beloved object. A lady’s lip is neno the worse, as tho poet tells us, if it does look us though “a beo bad stung it newly, ” but tho ease is widely different in respect to a gentle man’s nose aud a hornet. Still, tho gallant captain did not Ioeo bis presence of mind. “If you can find tho little hole from which these infernal villains escaped,” said he, “stop it quietly up with your finger or anything!” “Not with my finger, if I know it,” returned I, endeavoring to pacify the hornet that was devoting itself tome by blowing gently at it, “but Iwill trytbo handle of my penknife.” This brilliant idea was executed with the moot complete success. There was a noise as of about 12 church organs in tho seat beneath us, but it was muffled. The penkuifo exactly fitted. Agitated, I havo no doubt, by the stifled voices of their relatives, the two outside hornets whzized about us like Catherine wheels. We dared Mot move a muscle, except that Hippolyte kept on waving the red flag, which only seemed to have tho same effect upon O’Shaughuessy as on some savage bull—namely, to excite him to frenzy. Ho appeared to fire about 20 shots a minute, and all wide ones. “How many cartridges has tho vil lain got?” inquired I. “Enough for a twelvemonth, ” groan ed the adjutant. “They havo put the regimental chest under tho walnut tree. What time is it? If this unutterable idiot does get me late for dinner, I’ll wring his neck.” With the utmost caution and with r.n apologetic glanco at my hornet, 1 drew forth my watch. “Wo havo no time to loso,” said I. “Wo have already been hero half an hour aud indeed it seems half r. day.” “I’ll chanccft,” cried Hippolyte, set ting bis teeth and gathering himself to gether for a rush. “You will bo a dead man,” said I, “if you do. Think of your Margaret, aud don’t leave a poor fellow alone iu this horrid place with a couple of hor nets. See, that roojndrel has already put three bullets through the red flag. If you had been there, they would havo gone through you instead!’ Tho argument was unanswerable; Hippolyto gnashed his teeth iu impotent rago. “I am sure, ” said I soothingly, “when old Bullion comes to understand tho very peculiar circumstances of our position be will perceive that punctu ality was out of tho question. This un mitigated scoundrel, 0‘Shaughuessy”— “Array, captain jewel, and ain’t I in class 2 by this time?” ejaculated a quer ulous voice, and at the aperture of onr prison house appeared the hateful fea tures of our jailer, distorted by an adula tory grin. To throw tho red flag in his face.^tb ^ leap oat of the marker’s butt aud fly toward the gate at which the speedy “weed” was tethered w&s-trot the work of a moment, and the next Captain Steel was flying across the country in full evening drfigg i n the direction of his dinner. As for ine, before O’Shaugbnessy could recover from his amazement I had je;-Ked the penknife out of the hole and ^was running homeward at full tpeeq, leaving that gallant volunteer turrifjuuJed by such a host of infuriated hornets that they seemed to darken the air./ Captain and Adjutant Hippolyte Stiel got in time for dinner and for garet after all.—James Bayn. A Kin? Killed by • neef Hone. The king lyho died iu this house wa< that young Duiie who appears to have been an incarnation of tho ideal Danish brutality. Ho drugged his brother's body out of its grave and flung it into tho Thames, bo massacred the people of Worcester and ravaged the shire, aud hu did these brave deeds aud many others all in two short years. Then ho went to his own place. His departure was both fitting aud dramatic. He went acros« tho river to attend the wedding of bis standard bearer, Tostig tho Frond, with Goda, daughter of tho Thane Osgod Clapa. A Danish wedding was always an oc casion for hard drinking. When men were well drunken, tho pleasing sport of bono throwing began. They threw tho bones at each other. Tho fun of the game eousi.sted*in the accident of a man not being able to dodge the bono which struck him and probably killed him. Archbishop Alphege was thus killed. Tho soldiers had no special desiroto kill the old man. Why couldn’t he enter into tho spirit of the game and dodge tho bones? As ho did not, of course l»a was hit, and as the bone was a big and a heavy bone of course it split open his skull. Quo may be permitted to think that perhaps King Hardicanuto, who is said to have fallen dowu suddenly when ho “stood up to drink,” did actually inter cept a big beef bone friiick knocked him down, and as ho regained comatose un til lie died tho pr-aud Tostig, unwilling to havo it said that even in sport his king had been killed at bis wedding, gave out that the king fell down in a fit. This, however, is speculation.—Sir Wal ter Be**!’/? iu Pall Mall Gazette. Show 'Cept One.” A circus was coming to town and ev ery barn and every fence within a radius of 50 miles e? so had been billed with tho usual lurid circus announcements. An old time darky aud a young yellow "ciude” were gazing at tho bills and wondering. “ Barnaul and Bailey’s circus. Tho biggest show on earth,” read tho youngster. "What—what’s dat?” asked tho old time darky, pricking up his ears. The other read again tho legend of tho show bills. “You don’ know what you is talking about, nigger. Dat show kain’ touch John Robinson's. Ho useter cum’ fro here and dat was a show wuth stein. Dat was the biggea’ show on uis eari’, sho miff. ” Tho old man had evidently not been to a circus for many years. The darkies swear by John Robinson throughout the south, anyway. “Read it for yourself, then,” said tho dude. “I tell yon that tiling says this is tho biggest show on earth.” Tho old man proceeded to spell out tho big letters. Ho waded through “Barmim au<J Bailey,” and after a rest began on tho remainder of the sentence: “B-i-g-g-c-s-t s-h-o-w o-u e-a-r-t-h, S-e-p-t. 1.” “I kuowed it! Iknowodit!” shouted tho old man, jumping up and down iu his glee. “ ‘Do bigges’ show, ’cept one,’ and dat one was John Robin son’s.”—Washington Post. Flo and Fliilonophy. Julian Hawthorne told us once that Concord ate more acreage of pies in pro portion to its number of inhabitants than any town in New England, and he added, though not in a boastful way, that be himself had consumed 14 iu a single sitting. The older Hawthorne was devoted to pie, and a cupboard at the Hawthorne house iu Concord was built for tho sole purpose of containing this delightful and stimulating brain food. Tboreau was very fond of pie, and so was Alcott, and we have heard that Magaret Fuller would take a piece of the softest variety of custard in her dainty fingers aud eat it with the ut most grace without smearing her mouth or showing evidence of4ho extreme haz ard of the feat. Whittier very often ate pie with a knife, although we believe that this habit, common in Amesbury, was never extensively commended at Concord.—R. M. Field in Chicago Fost. Mark aud the Maiden. At an evening party in London a gushing young thing was introduced to Mark Twain. “Oh, Mr. Clemens!” she said. “Now please do tell mel I’ve been thinking of taking up writing, but I urn so afraid of that dreadful writer’s cramp—did you ever havo it?” “I did, madam.” "Aud what did you take for it?” “Beefsteak. ” “Just fawncy. But how and where did you apply it?” “Broiled and internally, ” said Clem ens gravely. “I can’t answer for its be ing a panacea, bnt it cured the kind of cramp I had, all right. ”—Criterion. URE rheumatism by taking Hood’s Sarsaparilla, which by neu- Itralizing the acid in the blood penna- fuently relieves aches and PAIN8. Their LikeneM. “Really, now, how can you havo the assurance to say that Cornfield is as great actor as Forrest?” “ Well, be is iu oue respect, anyway. The newspapers are telling the same an ecdotes about him that used to be told of Forrest”—Indianapolis Journal. Unclaimed Letters. List of letters remaining in office uncalled for to date: Mrs. Novella Beam. C. W. Gordon. Miss Jannie C. Jefferies. J. L. Jenkins. Miss Kmer Laurance. Miss Anna Peeler. Mrs. Eliza Petty. A. J. Parker. C. H. Petty. Frank Patterson, col. Miss Nellie Rountree. Holly Scruggs. Willie Williams. John Williams. N. B.—Persons letters will please Tiiv LkixjiIk. T. H. Littlejohn, P. M. To My Sainted Husband. All the purposes in life wo cannot understand, but we know purposes there must be. I wonder some times what would be the result, if for a time, wo had no sickness, no deaths, no hard times ;everybody comfortable, everybody independent. How would It bo when there should be no longer the needs and sorrows of others to draw our hearts away from selfish considerations. But what the pur pose of all this is we do not know. We only know our loved ones arc* taken from us and laid in the silent grave. Yes, three long months, and in these three months I seem to have lived ages in feelings and thoughts. And then I consider that it has been but very little my life has accom plished, and but little my poor hands have done. Yes, I followed you to the grave and you went on alone, but we speak of you always as just simply gone. No, we cannot speak of you sadly for we watched the grace of eternity’s wonderful beuutj grow over your face. We are parted and yet not parted, not wholly and all, for though a shadow between us doth fall, we are stili side by side. I feel that you are round and about me, almost in my reach and I long to know what you aro doing since earth faded from your sight and Heaven begun. In a little while 1 shall be followed to the grave and then I will know. But one thing we know now, that nothing God does is vain. Then when we grasp this truth, that. God is love, we cease to worry because we learn to trust that all tilings will work together for our good in a world governed by the Father too wise to err and too kind to be cruel in his dealings with his children. Mks. R. Ann Waters. — - —• -*•*- - — An ounce of flattery goes further with some women than a pound of pRy. “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, Ga. Cherokee Drug Company Gaffney, and Macon Thornton’s Pharmacy, Blacksburg. One secret of success is constancy of purpose. Late to bed and early to rise, pre pares a man for his home in the skies. Early to bed and a Little Early Riserr the pill that makes life longer and better and wiser. Cher okee Drug Company. Gaffney, and Macon Thornton’s Pharmacy, Blacksburg. York’* Estimate of Col. Wardlaw. York, May HO, 180B. Lis Excellency. \ ov Ell NOR W. H. ELI.KKHK, * gest Words are not arrows but they fly farther. The Cuban question and political issues sink into insignificance with the man who suffers from piles. What he most desires is relief. l)e Witt’s Witch Hazel Salve cures piles. Cherokee Drug Company, Gaffney, and Macon Thornton’s Pharmacy Blacksburg. There are in Japan 750 Sunday- schools, with 25,000 scholars. 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, and Macon Thornton's Pharmacy, Blacksburg. We don’t just see why a woman should like her mirror belter than a man, for the man will flatter her and the mirror will not. To 1! Uovi Con’M HI A, S. C. i our petitioners respectfully sug- tl “* fitness of Col. J. G. Ward- * I1W for appointment as colonel of the f-outh Carolina troops to be mus- t« ie l under the second call of the President. \V e desire to call your at tention to the following facts in con nection with Col. Wardlaw’s merits: He is a man of eminently high chur- after, fulfilling every duly as a typi cal Christian gentleman—lie has been connected with ’be state militia for over fifteen year< continuously and his record is sect ml to nom—In-in" found at the Darlington trouble at great sacrifice to hitn-tlf—keep ing ins regiment alive with encamp ments, etc., for several years—being the ranking colonel in the Slate ami in the April call for troops he was the first colonel to respond "ready” and tin: first to deliver them to you in Columbia. Col. Wardlaw, having lived among us, is well known by our people and there is none who stands higher as a man or soldier. We fur ther state that we feel warranted in pledging our community to raise a company promptly under Coi. Ward- law and believe that no one could -aise the State’s quota sooner or of better material than Col. Wardlaw. [Signed by entire county officers ami about one hundred prominent citizens in a few hours. One signer adds: "Associated with me in busi ness for several years and no finer character among men.”J J. J. HENTER. S. E. Parker, Sharon, Wis., writes: “I have tried DeWitt’s Witch Hazel Salvo for itching piles and it rlways stops them in two minutes. I con sider DeWitt’s Witch Hazel Salve the greatest pile cure on the market. Cherokee Drug Company, Gaffney. Macon Thornton’s Pharmacy,Blacks burg. Situations are like skeins of thread and silk. To make the most of them we need only to take them at the right end. S. C. P. Jones. Milesburg, Pa., writes:—“I have used De Will'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 sqch satisfactory results as a laxative or cathartic. Cherokee Drug Company, Gaffney*, Macon Thornton’s Pharmacy, Blacks burg. The planet, Neptune, takes G0.000 of our days to journey around the sun. In other words, its year equals 165 of our years. S. M. Geary, Pierson, Mich., writes: — “Dewitt's Witch Hazel Halve is curing more piles here to-day than all other remedies combined. It cures eczema and all other skin diseases. Cherokee Drug Company, Gaffney. Macon Thornton’s Pharmacy, Blacksburg. . A law recently enacted in Norway, makes girls ineligible for matrimony until they are skilled in sewing, knit ting and cooking. calling for these say advertised in 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 Blackaburg. Clifton, May 81.—The selec tion of Col. J. G. Wardlaw to lead the regiment now in process of formation under the second eu!l for volunteers would not only be a graceful compliment to a deserving officer, but would at once attract to (lie ranks many a brave fellow who is willing to follow the stars and stripes under a gallant lewder in whom he has all confidence and for whom be has the utmost esteem. He is brave, prudent, talented and, in every way, a typical soldier, and is by tdl means the proper man for ihe responsible and honorable position. Seaton. Star Farm Statements. (Correspondence of The Ledger.) Star Farm, May 29.—We are very sorry to say that our friends, Miss Ida Dover, Mr. Jim Arrowood and Miss Brown all last week departed from us. Miss Ida Dover’s trouble was cholera morbus. She was only- sick about thirty-six hours. Mr. Jim Arrowood’s illness was malarial fever and pneumonia. Mr, Arrowood was sick about two weeks. He was a famous farmer of this sec tion and a native-born North Caro linian. having moved to this locality several years ago. At the time of his death he was managing Mr. Susong’s business in this State, and no doubt he will be greatly missed. Mrs. Brown had been sick for some time. Her age is about eighty years. They were all buried at Elbethel. I notice The Ledger is getting full of candidates. The farmers of this section are in great need of rain. Wheat is looking fine but the rust is hurting it some. The oat crop will be a failure. Corn and cotton is looking fine. The people of this section areabout done hoeing the first time. The Hustler. Coming, A. K. Hawkes, the famous Atlanta Optician, direct from the home office of this great Optical house, or one of his practical Opticians, and will re main at the store of his agent, Dr. S. B. Crawley &, Co., for three days only, beginning June 11th. This will give the citizens of Gaffney and vicinity a rare opportunity of having their eye sight tested free by one of the most renowned as well as reliable Opticians in the United States. Mr. Hawkes has all the modern appliances for the scientific adjustment of spectacles and eye glasses to the eye. There is no Optician in the United States who enjoys the confidence of the people more than Mr. Hawkes. Hisna*neis a familiar word throughout a section of the country inhabited by over twenty-five millions of people. Mr. Hawkes has probably fitted glasses to the eyes of more people of national and international fame than any other Optician living. His wonderful success is due to his superior grade of glasses, and to the confidence the people of the United States have in his ability as a practical Optician. This firm was established in 1870, nearly thirty years ago. 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