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THIS LEDGER: GAFFNEY, S. C., JULY 14, 18HS.
COWBOY SONG.
jih apologies to Dayerd Taylcr'a "Dedf
ontn.' 1 ]
r; or;i tlio rnncraH I c-onc to tl i r>
On a broncho of Irucltous birth.
And a palo couldn't pace with m©
As his hoofs bunt tho sutwlid <■ r.rTh.
Vmlir thy wlnih \v 1 stand
And this tho sons; on mv lip:
“I lovo the-©, my tally Ann,
Vfith a lovo that wilt hold its grip
Till tho sun prows ccld
And tho stars arc old
And tho leaves of the Judgment book
untold."
Look from thy window and sc©
The slkuli dust on my clothes.
All caught in my flight to time
From iho rr.ngo where the calflet grows.
L<'t the night winds kiss your brow
And with your ri'd tresses ploy
As 1 ling you a tuneful vow
Of a lovo that has conic to eiay
Till the sun grows cokl
Arid the stars are old
And the leaves of tho judgment book
unfold.
My broncho was hither driven
By tho fever that burns in my breast.
By the yearns of a heart so riven
That it seems to spill from its nest.
Then elide from your bunk, iny i-al.
And flee to my arms with a liouisd.
And my kisses the talo will tell
Of a lovo that will stand its ground
Till the sun grows cold
And the stars are old
And tho leaves of tho judgment book
unfold.
—Denver Post.
a slavey,
A SOLDIER'S DEATH.
It was tho hardest bit of marching
we ever did.
A hot wiud rolled liho a mist across
tho desert, and our eyes and ears and
throats wero filled with Eand. There
wasn't a man who didn't curt-e.
Tho brown water we had was warm.
It ecemed our clothing worked up our
backs and stopped there. iMy tongue
felt as though it was as big as an egg,
my head tbrobbingly ached as if an
iron band was about it, and all tho
time wo had to push on over tho soft
Eand, with the officer* yelling to us to
keep tho equaro, the camels screaming
its only Sudanese camels can scream,
and overhead the blazo of tho scorching
African sun trying to Eet us on fire,
while away up the baked rocks we could
discern tho dervishes skipping about
and occasionally waving the green flag
of the prophet.
You’ve seen pictures of an army go
ing into battle—tho bands playing, the
banners fluttering, the men marching
in solid lines, tho officers on careering
horses and with drawn swords.
Well, we didn’t look anything like
that. There was no baud and no flag.
Wo were all too mad w ith the heat to
even keen stop and were scattered about
like a lot of bcators at a coursing match.
Alost of us had our jackets open, and
some of us Etuck dirty red cotton hand
kerchiefs under tho helmets to ward olf
the sun. Our clothes wero torn and dusty
and our boots wero brown and hard.
None. of us had shaved for a month,
and for tho last three days there hadn't
been a drop of water to wash in.
There was no talk about tho glory of
fighting. Wo didn’t caro a hung about
victory or English or queen. That’s
all right to tell folks r.t dinners they
give us wl^u wo get homo after tha
campaign.
Ward was fuming about a blister be
had on his heel, and wondering why
wo couldn’t form whera v/o were*, and
let the Sudanese como to us.
Little Jenkins was in a funk.
“It’s not as I’m think’ I’ll bo shot,”
be said, “but my kuees are just as shaky
as an old nag’s. I'm blessed if I cun
go much further. Lor’, I’d give a week’s
pay for a ’ulf pint. Do you feel dizzy
like, ITotcber?”
“Oh, dry upl” I said.
I was wild with tho agony of march
ing, the blasts of sand that met us, tha
shouting, the cursing, when the gun
carriages Etuck.
“This ’ere fightin’s a rum uu,” ho
added hoarsely. “Would ye rather ho
killed wi’ a bullet or a spear, Fletcher?”
“I’m not geiu to bo killed at all, ” I
growled. “Lookout!”
One of the mules appeared as if it
had gone mad, for it began jumping
and shrieking, and tho whip only made
it worso.
We knew the great mass of the ene
my was about two miles ahead. We
could eco them bobbing about among
■the rocks.
Away on onr right, over broken
ground end burned bashwood, were
about DO of thorn popping at us from
•behind bowlders. Lut the shots fell
short, although we were marching near
er them.
Soon there came a singing swish
through tho air. Every man who beard
it ducked bis heed. We looked at each
other and grimly smiled.
“That bloke ain't much of a shot,”
said Ward. “Ho fires too high.”
Then there started more bullets
whizzing. %
I “Open out, men, confound you! Why
don’t you open out?” roared tho colonel,
Vbo was following up behind the face
of the square.
We scattered a bit, but not much.
Everybody seemed to be in everybody
vise’s way.
“What an ass to put us under fire
like this!” some one shouted a little
■way clown the line.
A bullet caught a camel In the bump.
The brute tried to rear, but it couldn’t.
It's eyes flashed with fright as 1 have
never seen a camel’s eyes flush.
“I guess,” eaid Jenkins, who was
trembling, ”U ’ud be best to get a wipe
in tho arm first. Then one 'ud be aide
to get inside the ambulance.”
“You beastly little shrimp,” yelled
Ward, who was on the other sides
A, d'you want to skimp it?”
Tho ballets begun dropping among us.
There’s no use denying it; 1 was
Scared. It was a miserable eert of way
playing at war. When 1 heard one of
the men dc vn the lino groan as his
leek was sera up and saw am thor
amble with his face downward and
Dtmneuce biting the sand when his
Agfa was ripped open, it was difficult
tvi xue to breathe.
I never saw such excitement. The
officers rushed about thourtng until we
didn’t know what to do. Ycb \rc kept
moving forward over tho hillocks of
Baud, our lips cracked, our eyes burning
and glaring like balls of fire, svvi aring
at one auothar, and all swearing at the
cowardly niggers sheltering beyond the
bowlders.
“What time is it now at Knights-
bridge:” naked Jenkins, his thin faco
twitching.
“Same time as it Is at London
bridge,” I retorted, with nu oath.
“Look here, Fletcher, if I’m killed
will my uaiiiO be put in tho papers:”
“Shut up; you’re too little to hit.”
’Cause,” he said, "I’ve a gal who's
an—an”—
Wc both saw Ward double up. Ho
had been hit in the Gtomach. Ho drop
ped his rifle and looked around as if he
wanted to clutch hold of something.
Then a terrible grin spread over his
features, and he'began ruiruing like a
drunken man. Ho hadn’t .gone mere
than four steps when down ho flopped
in a heap.
Two of tho men turned hhn over. Ho
was dead.
All tho perspiration seemed to Jump
out of mo, and I shivered. I just felt as
if I had been knocked as weak as a kit
ten. There’s no satisfaction being killed
by a man you can’t sea. If I wero going
to be killed, I would like to bo close up
to the chap.
Jenkins said nothing. But he kept
turning round to eeo who bad been
struck. And all tbo while the sand was
blowing over us in thin clouds, blind
ing us, choking us, driving us furious.
“Why tho blazes can’t wo open fire?"
one of tbo sergeants behind me mutter
ed. “This ain’t no funl”
“Keep closer, men, keep closer. Con
found you, keep close*!’’ routed the
colonel
“I thought he paid wo was to spread
out a bit,” grumbled Jenkins.
It was slow work getting forward.
Wo were on the sandy plain, and the
black fellows up In tho rooks had a
pretty big target.
I had always thought a man yelled
when ho was ripped into with a Lullot.
Ha just groaned and qurmsl
Lots of the shots fell short and knock
ed up little pulls of sand like clouds.
“Lord!” grunted Hempson, with tbo
square oh in, ”hcv I been struck?”
There was a great tear across his shoul
der. Somebody, gave a tug at his jacket,
and his gray flannel shirt was redder
than a parade tunia “It don’t hurt;
not a blamed hit. ”
Then ho sat down and fainted.
“I do not wonder if I’m to be hit,”
whined Jenkins.
He could hardly bold bf* rifle. He
was trembling, his lips as white as his
cheek, and his eyee tbiitLng as though
he expected to see tbo ballet coming.
Every time there was the whistle of one
ho started.
He was a miserable little bcgcar, thin
legged and narrow chested. I think ho
came from Knigbtsbridge way. lie had
been a clerk. But he waa no good at
that, and his folks turned him out of
doors, and then how he lived till ho
joined tho Fiftv-thixd I’m blessed if I
know. Ho hadn’t enough food as a
youngster—at least it looked like that.
Ho and I were among the ekinuisb-
crs. I don’t think there was much
chance of us being picked up quicker
than the others, but Jenkins’ hand was
so shaky ho couldn’t stick a cartridge in
his rifle.
When I tried to lodge a cartridge,
some sand blew in, and it jammed.
That’s the sort of thing CLitt worries a
man when fighting.
How those blacks pelted ns! We all
began grumbling at not firing back.
“Don’t waste anything!” the colonel
yelled above tho noise. “Don’t throw
anything away. Don’t shoot till you see
the whites of their eyes. Thou let in to
them!”
Tho air was sulTocating. A hot reck
seemed to Lang over us, and I began to
feel sick. I felt like tumbling when a
fellow’s cheek was slit down us with u
saber.
Thero was an awful row among the
men with tho machine guns. “Go on!
Pull up there!” And chTCvd cmno the
thong on the mole, which would spring
forward. “Hold hard, you fool! Do you
want to break the square?” And then
the mule’s head would be jerked.
“Fletcher,” whined little Jenkins,
“if I should bo killed, you might—
might let my gal know. She's a—a
slavey, as lives in—Almighty!”
A bullet crashed through bis helmet
and weut.iuto the man’s shoulder be
hind. Jenkins staggered os tbuugkThe
bad been hit
“That’s a pretty narrow squeak. It’s
a good job you’re a little un,”Isuid, |
trying to laugh.
Jenkins did laugh, butratber strange
ly-
“That’s your first taste of war,” I
added. “It’ll put life into you like a
gill of rum. YouTlbeall right when
yon get up to the blacks. You won’t
have time to funk it. Y’ou'll have to
fight like the very devil. Buck upl”
Ho laughed again, and I don’t think
he trembled quite so much.
How terribly slow our advance was!
It was a crawl. We were huddled to
gether, first swaying this way, then
that. We were tired, dirty and bedrag
gled. We didn’t seem to bo taking much
notice of the enemy. We were letting
looee at one another with our tongues.
There were the rattle of gun carriages
and the click of rifles. The baggage in
the center of tho equate was constantly
getting into a hopeless muddle, and the
officers were fuming. And then the am
bulance men got in the way, and all
was confussdn, the men dropping,
bounded. The banging of the gnns up
the rocks was almost lost in the din.
“Skirmishers, out,” the order was
given, and aw«y u lot cf us dashed to
tho front.
“That’s euoogb, that's eoough! Come
back, a lot of you. ”
Only a few of the men went back.
Tbo rest started off at tbo double
quick. We were glad of a bit of elbow
room and a bit of exciterr/ent. Panting
and exhausted, we pushed on. Tho sand j mouth with a
threw up tbo hot glnro of tho Run into
our faces. I ebut my eyes, for tho pain
vAi s terrible.
One of tho iron shouted, “Hurrah!” |
Wo thought him a dunderiug iciiot j
wasting his breath.
“Hold up a bit," shrieked tho officer
who came with us.
We v. i n< about 800 paces in front of
tho square, and wo could hoar tho
hoarse commands, tho mad clatter, the
sc reaming camels, and away in front of
us roso the yells of tho fanatical Sudan
ese calling on Allah to Lt Ip in tho slay-
mg of the iutidclo.
Thero was a strange stillness where
wc were, and the tinging cf the enemy
and tha shouting of our men and tho j
pinging of tho guns up tho rocks only
marked the stillness.
I could hear the hard breathing of
little Jenkins, who was not moro than
five paces from me.
“Blown?” I asked.
“Rather,” he answsred. “I wish
those beggars would come out and lot
us ’avo a pop at ’em.”
I looked at him. Ho was sprawling
on his stomach on tho sand and holding
his hand over tho breech. His eyes wi re
flaming and his nostrils wide with ex
citement.
He had caught the war fever. I had
been wondering if ho would.
“Frightened of being killed, Jen- j
kins?” I asked.
“Killed be 1“
His little body was shaking with ea
gerness. He was full cf fight. His
breathing was quick, not eo much be
cause of the exertion as thirst to oomo ,
up with the blacks
“Fletcher,” eaid the officer tome,
“I want you to go with six men along
to that first lump of rock, get up on it
and see how tho enemy are lying.”
“Yea, sir.”
“And If they’re a good way off, wait
till wo come up. But if you’re within
range, double back.”
“Yes, Kir.”
“Take me with you, Fletcher," said
Jenkins, when I was looking down tbo
line.
I took throe of the men on each side.
The chief thing was to keep low and
not to offer too groat a target. From tbo
top cf the rock one might sec over the
great bowlders that blocked the way to
the enemy. They were drawing us on,
evidently, fer onoo the main body was
among the rocks it would bo impossible
to keep the square. However, that
wasn’t my lookout
All tbo skirmishers started off again,
but when we got about 800 paces from
the rock tho majority squatted with
ready rifle to oover the seven of us who
went on.
It wasn’t so easy edging forward.
Tho eund was as Eoft as powder and as
hot as tire. Somehow, although I loos
ened every button I could, my clothes
wero oppressively tight I swore at be
ing sent on to feel tho way. Thero isn’t
any glory about it; only tho chance of
being killed a littlo earlier. The bicod
in my head was beating like a pump
and my touguo was as bard and as dry
as leather. The one thing in all the
world I then wanted was a good gulp
at a quart of beer.
Some of the blacks up tbe rocks un
derstood what wo wero up to, and we
could sco them jumping and dashing
down to tho main body to give warning.
“Shall 1 have a pot at them?” asked
Jenkins, whoso fingers wero playing
nervously with tbe. trigger.
“No, you fool; keep quiet!” I bawled.
Ho lost all feeling of thirst and weari
ness. I’ve Eten men like him before, but
I’ve never seoji such a wretched
Knightsbridgo clerk panting to get at
tho throat of the enemy, who could
break his weak hack before ho could ut
ter a curse.
“Lot’s do a rush for it before those
chaps get down!” I shouted.
I think those in tho square must havo
wondered what we were doing. Wo
scamped along as fast as weary limbs
would carry us. The arid desert breath
brought with it the frenzied yelling at
the Sudanese and carried it' away to our
men. We were nearly a mile ahead of
them, and Jenkins was tearing along
like a maniac.
In tho dash his helmet fell off. He
did not stop to pick it up, but be plowed
on tbrongh the sand as though life it
self were at the cud of tho race.
“You—you fool,” I called to him.
"You’ll get the stroke,” for he had
only his red cotton handkerchief tied
about his forehead.
He gave his head a slight turn. His
thin, drawn face looked as if it were tied
up in a knot. His lips were as tight as
the doors of hell. All the blood seemed
to have been knocked out of him, for
the color of his complexion was ashen.
His eyes were protruding; fierce, angry,
defiant, filled wi>:h hate. When a sol
dier gets in that state, there’s no stop
ping him.
It’s not tbe brave men that score a
victory. It’s the madmen.
The warcries of the tnmultuons
throng away before ns broke like u can
non roar upon our ears. The force of the
Moslems was almost hidden behind the
rocks that studded the plain.
Up the sweep of the bill, however,
thero was a cluster, and they opened
fire on us.
Bat we wero scattered, croncbing low
and speeding on swiftly, so that ho
must have been a good marksman who
picked off any one of ns.
I looked behind. Tb« outstretched
skirmishers were slowly following us
np, and far away in the rear was tho
biaviug confuHed square.
Tho ragged, solitary heap of rock
was not more than 80 yards from ns
%hen we saw a horde of the fanatics
Sweeping the side of tbe bill and com
ing in onr direoticn as swift as tbe
wind.
An oath bnrst from my lips.
“Let’sgo back, men,” I panted. "IFs
no good. Everyone of ua will bo cat
down if wo go on.”
“Let us go on, let ns go on, “ scream
ed Jenkins in a thin, efeitod voice.
I was about to reply when Bright, on
Iho ftthcr side of me, was hit In the
bullet For about three
wconds be danced backward, and thou,
when tho red stream spurted from be
tween hi.-i torn lips, ho hung his head
and reeled forward to tho ground.
“That was a chaaco shot; i’ll swear
it was a chance shot, ” exclaimed Jen
kins, becoming furious.
“Dry up and drsi’t talk like a fool.”
My eyes wero filled with sand and
wero aching.
“They couldn’t hit mo liko that, by
heavens they couldn’t!* and tbo littie
fellow, with no helmet, his tunic loose
and torn, his fingers clutching his gnu
in an iron grr,.-p and his body shaking j
with tho tremendous emotion that soiz-
ed him, ttood up under that maddening
African kuu and hiss'd with frothy lips
defiance to tha enemy.
"Back, back,” I insisted, and four of
tho men turned.
“Back! What’s tbe good of going
back new?” Jenkins Ecreecbcd. “Wo
cun—can get to the top of the—ot the
rock aforo tho beggars get—got witHin
100 yarils of us. What’s the good of go
Ing back?”
With a spring ho was off before us. I
would liked to havo hit him in tho
stomach with a butt end, but ho was
dashing liko one infuriated.
It was the wildest thing on eorth to
do. But we hud to follow him, nud all
the time tbo bullets whistled about us.
There was no keeping paoo with the
idiot. Before wo quite realized the aw
fulness of tho position ho had clambered
to tbe top of tho rock, waving the hand
kerchief ho had been wearing on his
head. A perfect sboworof bullets whiz
zed about him, but he only langhed,
and tho rest of us crouched for an in
stant in tho shelter of tho bowlders.
Another shot came tearing tbo air.
With his handkerchief Jenkins sig
naled, “Missed to the left.”
It was an awful sight, him standing
there alone—exposed to 100 gnns.
Onco moro camo tho yell of the bul
lets.
“Missed to the right,” signaled Jen
kins.
My heart stood Etill with wonder.
Again camo a volley. For a moment
Jenkins endeavored to steady himself.
“Ballseye,” he signaled.
Then ho tottered and came rolling
down tho rough stonea
I jumped to him where bo lay, with
two bullets lodged in his fcroa:;t.
“You fool!" I shouted.
All the animal kuto had gone from
bis miserable faco as bo looked at mo.
“Lord!” he groaned. “I would like
to ’avo seen tho fightio. There’s a gal
as I—I knows who’s a slavey, an—an
if”— He choked and turned over on his
face and died.
Tbo rest of us started running buck.
And we did run! But wo didn’t run as
fast as tho wild Sudanese danced after
us. It was a chase. None of our men
dared fire for fear of killing us.
1 could see the square closing up and
heard the fchouting and the cursing, and
all tho time I know the blacks wero fol
lowing right at our heels.
Tho whole world grew hazy just as I
fell fainting in our lines.
Then the battle commenced.—Cas
sell's Magazine.
He Contd Sco Ttiroilgh Them.
Carl Hertz, the well known conjuror,
onco ontertuiued a company at a friend’s
house I y performing sumo of his clever
est tricks. One of tho parlor maids,
who had been passing cups, cakes,
glasses and so on, was much interested,
and when the hostess gave a sign that
nothing more was needed the girl still
lingered to sco tho completion of tbu
trick just begun.
“Will some one oblige mo with a
heavy shawl or cloak?” Hertz said.
“Mow,” he went on, selecting a big
cashmere shawl, "you observe the thick
ness of tho shawl?” Thoy all did, in
cluding tbo maid at tbe door. "Now,
will ouo of you be good enough towrito
a number of three figures on a piece of
paper, being careful not to let me seo
what is written?” One of tho ladies did
so, while the maid at the door leaned
forward and began to breathe hard.
“Now place tho written paper, with
tho figures on the upper side, under the
ehawl as I hold it. ” It was done, the
thickness of tha shawl being between
Hertz and tho paper as ho looked down
toward it There was breathless silence.
Then he said, “Surely tbe number is
761.” It was. Hu had apparently seen
right through the thick shawl. Every
one was amazed.
Then upon tbe silence broke the
shriek of the maid at tho door. With
one final gazo at the shawl and cue at
the handsome conjurer she hid her rosy
face in her hands, jelling at the top of
her voice, “What’s the good of me
clothes?” and fled.—Argonaut.
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A Man of 8y»t©m.
A newspaper man of some celebrity
ns a disciplinarian was noted about his
office for the extreme disorder of his
own desk. Though insisting upon
methodical habits on the part of bis
employees, he gave bis own pigeonholes
a cleaning out and sorting over only
once a year, and bis regular time for
doing this, oddly enough, was Wash
ington’s birthday.
It happened one year nevertheless
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tbo proper time, and a friend who hap
pened in at his office on the morning of
Feb. 23 was surprised at finding him
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“How does thk happen, Mr. ?“
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editor.
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year. You don’t suppose I am going to
set an example of irregularity to tho
boys, do you? Not much!”
And ho cleared away a epace on his
desk and began writing an editorial on
the tariff.—Youth’s Companion.
,LI P. BABCOCK, of Avoca, JJ. Y., a
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A LL persons hoidin* claims against tho
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hereby required to render an account of
their demands, duly attested, "to the under
signed on or before Sept. 1st. 1YJ8: and ail
persons indebted to said estate an; required
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Frunklii: Pierce 1 * Ring.
The ring treasured by the descendants
of Franklin Fierce, president of tho
United States, is interesting for several
reasons. For one thing, it weighs near
ly a pound.
It was presented to him by hie friends
in Califcrnia and has no equal in the
world. It is of geld dug from a Cali
fornia mine; the circular portion is cut
Into squares, which stand at right an
gles to each other, and each is embel
lished with an odd design, the entire
group representing a pictorial history
of Califcrnia.
There are a grizzly bear in « menacing
attitude, u deer bounding down a slope,
an enraged snake, a soaring eagle cud a
salmon. Upon another square are an In
dian with bow and arrow and a native
mountaineer on hor.-eback throwing his
lasso. Next peeps out a Californian tent
and a miner at werk with his pick.
These designs are surmounted by two
American flags, with tho poles crossed
and groups of stars in the angks. Tbo
part of the ring reserved for tbe seal is
covered by a deeply carved plate of
gold, with California’s arms, surmount
ed by the fag and inscribed “Frank
Pierce” in old Roman character*.
This lid opens with a binge and
shows beneath a square box divided by
bars of gold into nine separate compart
ments, each containing a pure specimen
of the varieties of ore found in the state.
Tho inscription within reads, “Pre
sented to Franklin Pierce, tbe Four
teenth President of the United Status.”
Tbe ring is valued ut ?2,000.—New
York Bun.
The Awkward Orderly.
A young wag of an officer, making a
morning call upon his superior in the
latter’s tent, found him sound asleep,
perhaps a little tbo worse for a night's
tarrying over tho flowing bowl.
Tho officer was tall, and the cot was
short, so that his feet stuck out at the
foot of tho bed.
Instead of waking him the visitor
took tbo spurs from a pair of boots
standing by the bedside, strapped them
to the sleeper’s ankles and went away.
The officer had pretty well lacerated
himself about tbo shins and ankles be
fore ho woke up and instantly yelled to
his orderly.
“What do you mean by this?’’ he
screamed to the latter, pointing to his
feet, which were scarred and bleeding.
Tho orderly looked at the spurs in
consternation.
“I’ll forgive yon this time, for you
did it in tbe dark, ” said the officer,
“but tbo next time you yank my boots
and socks off so quick that it leaves my
spurs on I’ll give you ten days in the
guardhouse, do you hear?”—New York
World.
Summons for Relief.
(Complaint Not Served.)
State or South Caroi.jna. i Court of Com-
COUNTY or ClIEKOKEK. I IliOIl I’ieUS.
Lr axder Ba Kra,
Diiiintiff. ! Summons for Relief,
against )
.1. Frank (iAI'KNEV. ! (Complaint not served)
Defendant. J
To .1. Frank Gaffney, defendant in tills ae-
tton:—You are hereby summoned and re
quired to answer thecomulain; in this action,
which is this day filed in i he office of the < lerl:
of tin- Court for the said coui.ty, and to serve
a copy of your answer tothe said complaint
on the subscriber at his,office at Gaffney
City. S. ('.. within twenty days alter the
service hereof exclusive of tin- day < 1 such
service, and if you fail to imswer the com
plaint within the time aforesaid the plaintiff
in tills action will apply to the court for re
lief demanded in the eornplaint.
Dated June Zfitli. A. D. iMiH.
Gaffney city, S. C.
.1. c. JErrr.niEs.
Plaintiff's Attorney.
J. Eb .Ir.rrEiuES. [seal]
C. C. A G. 8. c.
NOTICE- To the defendant, J. Frank Gaff
ney:—Take notice that the summoiiN. of
which the foregoing is a copy, logeiiier v ith
tire complaint in litis action, is this oay filed
in tlic office of Cler!; of Court of Common
Pleas and General Sessions lor the i ouuty ol
Cherokee.
J. C. JErrEKiES.
Plaintiff's Atty.
Dat ed June 2bth. A I)., 1MK
Gaffney < ity, S. C. 0-23-Gt
Extreme Weakness
Winthrop College Sctiolarsbip end Entrance
Examination.
The examination for the award of vacant
scholarships in Winthrop Coltefre and foriho
adrnis.iion of new students will be held tit
t he county court house on July lath.at :> a. m.
Applicants must not be less than iittecn
years of tu. - '-.
When scholarships art* vae-ited after July
15th. lltey will he awarded to those making
t lie highest average at Ibis examination.
The cost of attendance, including board
furnished room, heat, light and washing is
only ».5ii per ini tit in
For further Information and a catalogue
address
President D. B. Johnson.
Rock Hill. .s. C.
A Prescription Fur Uealth.
It is Kuid that to keep in health a per
son should drink from two to fonr quarts
of water each day. Tbe b-ystem requires
to be cleansed and ita organs flooded
with water. Besides its clean sing effica
cy water absorbs effete matter and cur
ries It through the syttem. The purer
the water tho greater tho power of ab
sorption. Some diseases of tbo kidneys
have been known to yield to generous
drinking of pnro spring water. Beer,
tonics or alcoholic drinks cannot take
tbe place of pure water. In many cases
kidney and liver troubles have been
traced to the nse of beer or alcohol io
drinks. It has been ascertained by the
medical experts that rheamatifini, local
heart trouble, indigestion, painlal swell
ing, eruptions and ifver and kidney dis
orders are caused mainly by general or
local impeded circulation. Tbe best
touie and blood purifier is nature's own
Cucdium—pure spring water.
Chronic Diarrhoea for Years—Feet
and Ankles Swelled and Blood
Was Out of Order —Cured by
Hood’s Sarsaparilla.
“I was troubled with chronic diarrha*
for eight years anti tried everything I was
told was good for it, but no medicine did
me any good. I kept op all tho time but
was so xveak I could not do anything. If
I walked a few hundred yards 1 would be
out of breath. My feet and Ankles swelled
very bsdly and I had about given up all
hope of ever being well. 1 read sbont
Hood’s Bars&parilU, and, knowing my
blood waa out of ordur, decided to give :t
a fair trial. I have now taken nine cr
ten bottles of R and sever&I bottles of
Hood’s Pills, and I am perfectly well.”
Mas. S. A. Wawi, Battle boro, N. C.
Hood’s s S a
Is the Best—In fact the One True Blood Purifier.
Bold by all druggists. $1; six for (5.
HrwxH’e Dillc » r ® best after-dinner
IlOUU » rlllb pijis, aid digestion. He.
• -we*
A Scare.
Nervous excitement, due to tin- upiimir-
unro of yellow fever, is something Ihut
Mm.ild In- avoided. I'.hhIhIi nil thought of
danger. Kee that your blood, liver and Ihiw-
•Is are healthy and you can defy thcdl»ea«e.
If your IhiwHs an* Irregular. If your diges
tion Is dlsturlied. if you don’t sleep well. If
your idood is impure hegin at once with
Prickly Ash Hitters; use it regularly: It will
ki-cp the health of the body at the highest
standard. Sold by Cherokee Drug Co.
Ro-Te-Mae fer Fifty Cents.
Guaranteed tobacco hsblt cure, mai.es weak
men strong, biood pure. 60c. (I. Ail ut uggisla
The Pearl
Steam Laundry
Is operating on full time and turning out
first-elass work. Reim nits r us when you
want work done. We will call for your
package. We also have In operai ion
A First-Class Grist Mill.
We respectfully solicit your patronage
and ask the people out of town to bring
tiu ir corn along when they eorne in to do
their shopping. Will make your meal
wlille you arc busy here and you will lose
no time.
Richardson Bros.
Tlid Hot Springs of Arkansas
The Mountain-Locked
Miracle of the Ozarks.
The hot waters, the mountain air. equable
climate and the pine forests make Hof
Springs the most wonderful health and pleas
ure resort in t lie world, summer or winter.
It Is owik d, endorsed and controlled by the
F. S. Government and lias accommodations
for all classes. The Arlington and Park
hotels and 'bothers and Zto boarding Louses
are open all summer.
Having an altitude cf ’(KVi feet it Is a coo!,
safe and nearby refuge during the heated
term in the south.
For information concerning Hot Springs
address O. F. Cooley, Manager Business
Men's League, Hot Springs. Ark.
For reduced excursion lb kets and partic
ulars of the trip see local agent or address
\V. A. Turk. GetiT Puss. Agt., Southern By.
Washington, l). C.
This is
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