The ledger. [volume] (Gaffney City, S.C.) 1896-1907, July 21, 1898, Image 3
THE LEDGER: GAFFXEY, S. C., JULY 21, 1898.*
3
A
NOCTURNu.
One low not*! qtiivor* on tlio nlr
Amt dtt*M with n Immuoriiun pain,
In n rippling ru;-h of melody
Iiitcn till* f a jl of antunin rain
That Unlit ly Ntir* the no-yct loaves 11
dr<"i:;i of Kprinn annlu.
And nil I ho innate of the woods
Lnaghfl out In mml delluht
Under tho biddinit of your how
Till from ttn rnptiirona height
The Ions Unhi d i.wectnees dies away in
to the Uiiti'iiiUK ninht.
And ns rneh ailver radenee atenla
Forth from the throhhlnst i-tsinija,
To nm from out your violin
A prisoned dryad t-inns
Of fairy isle and haunted uhrlnc and lonR
forgotten thiiiits;
When through tho dim gray olive grove
The high gods walked among
The lions of mi n and toward the reef
The charmed ship slowly swung,
As the sirens called o’er tho sunny sea
when this gray world was young.
But while I dream your Angers glide
Into u simpler strain.
And from the far Cireean isle
My fancy turns again
Back to the rock strewn upland moor, the
hawthorn scented lane.
I hear tho lire’s drone In the thyme,
Tho lark’s song high in air.
I see the shadows on the tarn,
The sunlight on your hair,
And for a moment’s space ferget life's
undernote of care.
—R. F. Davis in London Spectator.
KRAMI5AMBULI.
)
Thero may bo a feeling of fondness in
a man’o heart for varions things, but
love, truo love, love which endures,
conics to him but once. This at least
was tho opinion of District Danger
Hopp. It would bo no easy matter to
count the dogs ho had been fond of, hut
there was only one that he loved and
will never forget, and that was Krani-
bambuli. It was in tho Lion’s inn at
Wishau that ho bought or rather bar
tered for him with a forester’s assistant,
Who was then out of a place. At tho
first sight of the dog ho felt that affec
tion for him which was destined to en
dure until his last breath. The owner of
this fine creature, who sat at a table with
on emptied brandy glass before him, and
scolding the host because ho would not
givo him another drink for nothing,
looked the vagabond that he was. He
was short, still young, and yet as sallow
as a dead tree, with yellow hair and a
scanty yellow heard. His huntsman’s
coat, probably a survivor of his last
service, bore traces of a night spent in |
a wet gutter. Although Hopp had no !
liking for low society, ho took a seat j
near tho j’oungman and at once started j
a conversation with him. He soon found
out that tho good for nothing had pawn
ed his carbine and gamebag to tho inn
keeper and wanted now to do tho same
with his dog, but tho host, dirty extor
tioner that ho was, would not hear of a
pledge that needed feeding.
At first not a word did Herr Hopp say
of his liking for the dog, but ho ordered a
bottle of tho line Dautzic cherry brandy
for which tho Lion inn was famous,
and, pouring out a glass of it, offered
it to tho ci-devant forester’s assistant.
Within an hour the matter was settled,
the hunter gave 12 bottles of the same
beverage over which tho transaction
was concluded, and tho vagabond gave
thi dog—to do him justice it must bo
acknowledged, not easily. His hands
shook so while ho tied the string around
the animal’s neck that it seemed as if
he would never get through. Hopp wait
ed in patience, silently admiring tho
wonderful dog. At the most ho was not
over 2 years old, and resembled in his
coloring tho rascal who now parted from
him, only that ho was several shades
darker. His forehead was marked with
a white streak which made a curve to
the right and left like tho needles on a
pine twig. His eyes were large, black
and brilliant, surrounded by light yel
low rings, clear as dew, the ears long
and faultless. And faultless was every
thing about the dog, from his nails to his
sharp little nose.
“ What’s-his name?”
“His name is the same as that with
which you bought him—‘Krambam-
buli’ ” (cherry brandy), was the an
swer.
“Good! Come, Krambambuli, bo off
—forward, march!”
Ho might have called, whistled and
pulled at him forever, the dog would
not obey him, but kept turning his head
toward him ho still deemed his master.
Then, when the latter yelled to him,
“Go on!” accompanying the order with
a vigorous kick, he howled, but still
tried to crawl nearer to him. It was only
after a hard struggle that Herr Hopp
succeeded in getting possession of the
dog, and at last ho was bound, gagged
and carried on Herr Hopp’s shoulders
in a bag to his house, a journey of sev
eral hours.
It took two entire months before
Krambambuli, beaten half to death and
tied up with a spiked collar after every
attempt at flight, realized where he be
longed. But what a dog he became
when his subjugation was completed!
No tongue can tell, no words describe
the height which he attained, not only
in the walks of his profession, but in
his daily life as well, as a zealous serv
ant, good comrade, true friend and pro
tector. It has been said of other clever
dogs that they lack nothing but speech,
but Krambambuli did not lack even this.
His master at least held long conversa
tions with him. The ranger’s wife be
came really jealous of Buli, as she con
temptuously dubbed him.
Thus two years went by, when one
day the countess, the wife of his em
ployer, appeared in the hunter’s lodge.
He understood at once tho meaning of
the visit, and when the beautiful wom
an began, “Tomorrow, dear Hopp, is
tho count’s birthday”—he continued
with a quiet smile—“and your ladyship
wants to make the count a present, and
feels convinced that nothing could be
more suitable than Krambambuli.”
“Yes, yes, dear Hopp,” and the coun
tess blushed with delight at the kind
ness and quickness of his response, and
began to speak of gratitude and to beg
him to settle the price at once for which
he would bo willing to part with the
dog. The old f< of u nmger tittered,
looked humble, and then blurted out:
“Your ladyship, if the dog stays in
the castle aid does not gnaw every rope
and break every chain, nr if ho does not
break them, docs not choke himself in
the attempt, then you may have him
for nothing—lie is worthless to me.”
Tim test was made, but it did not got
as far as choking, for before then the
count lust all interest in tho obstinate
little beast. In vain they tried to win
him, first by kindness, later by severity.
He hit every one who came near him,
refused his food, and, as tv hunting dog
has not much flesh to lose, soon became
very thin. After a few weeks Hopp got
word that he might come for his “car.”
When, making use of his permission
without delay, he sought the dog in his
kennel, there was a most joyful meet
ing. Krambambuli lifted up his voice
with an unearthly howl, jumped on his
master, and, resting his paws on his
breast, licked tho b ars of joy which ran
down the old man’s cheeks.
At this time a gang of poachers car
ried on their operations in a bold man
ner not only in tho count’s forests, but
among tho entire neighborhood. Their
leader was said to be a disreputable fel
low, called the “Yellow One” by the
woodcutters, who sometimes found him
drinking brandy in saloons of evil re
pute, and by tho keepers, who now and
then camo upon his tracks, but who
could never catch him, and also by the
spies, some of whom are to bo found in
every village.
He was of a surety the boldest fellow
who ever gave trouble to honest hunt
ers, and must have been himself of their
trade or he would never have been able
to track (ho game with such success,
nor have avoided so skillfully every
trap laid to catch him. Tho loss in
wood and game became so serious that
all the foresters were much excited.
This was tho reason that those who
were discovered in some insignificant
Infringement of tho forest laws suffered
a much harsher punishment than would
have been tho case at any other time
and which was out of proportion to the
offense. This caused much indignation
in tho entire neighborhood, and the
head forester, who was the first to feel
this disaffection, received a number of
well meant warnings. It was said that
tho poachers had sworn to take ex
emplary vengeance on him at tho first
opportunity. Ho was an active, brave
man, and, throwing all caution to the
winds, he let it bo well known that he
had recommended the utmost severity
and that he would be responsible incase
of any evil consequences. The district
ranger, Hopp, received orders ofteuer
than the others to keep a sharp lookout,
and occasionally ho was reproached
with a lack of zeal, at which, however,
the old man only laughed, while Kram-
bambuli on such occasions returned tho
notice which was condescendingly
shown him with a loud and disdainful
yawn. His master and ho were not to bo
vexed by anything from the head for
ester.
Ono fine morning he met tho head
forester as ho was assisting to evict some
trespassers. It was in the linden woods,
at tho cud of the lordly park which bor
dered on the count’s forest, and near tho
nurseries which the head forester would
have liked to surround with powder
mines. The lindens were in full bloom,
and a dozen small boys were busy
among them. They crawled out on tho
boughs of tho magnificent trees, break
ing off all the twigs within roach, and
throwing them to the ground. Two
women were hurriedly picking them up
and stuffing them into baskets already
more than half full of their fragrant
booty. Tho head forester was raging
about in a furious anger. Ho made his
keepers shako tho boys out of tho trees,
careless of tho height from which they
fell. While they crawled at his feet,
whining and crying, one with a bruised
face, tho other with a sprained arm, and
the third with a broken leg, ho was
beating the two women with his own
hands. With a shudder, Hopp recogniz
ed one of these as the wanton girl whom
rumor pointed out as the sweetheart of
the “Yellow One,” and when the wom
en’s baskets and shawls and the boys'
hats were confiscated and Hopp was or
dered to tako them to th« justice, he
could not repress a presentiment of evil.
The order which tho head forester then
called out to him, raging like a devil
in hell and like one surrounded by keep
ing, tormented sinners, was the last
which tho district ranger ever received
from him. A week later he came across
him once more in the linden wood—
dead. Judging from the condition of
the body, it must have been dragged
there through marshes and over stones
in order to leave it at the very spot. The
head forester lay on a bier of cut
branches, his head bound with a thick
wreath of linden blossoms and another,
like a scarf, around his breast His hat
lay beside him, filled with linden blos
soms. The murderer had also left him
his game bag, first having taken out the
cartridges and filled it with the blos
soms. His fine breechloader was gone,
and in its place was a miserable old
blunderbuss. When later they found in
the murdered man’s chest the ballet
that was the cause of his death it fitted
exactly in the muzzle of the old guu
that had been placed on his shoulder in
mockery. At the sight of the disfigured
corpse Hopp stood motionless with hor
ror. He could not raise a finger, and his
brain seemed paralyzed, so that at first
he could not think, and it was only aft
er some time that he observed to himself:
“What is the matter with tho dog?”
Krambambuli was sniffing at tho
lead man and running about him like
mad, his nose to the ground. He whin
ed, gave a cry of joy aud ran on a step
or two, acting altogether like one in
whom a long forgotten memory were
awakening.
“To heel!” cried Hopp, “to heel!”
and Krambambuli obeyed, bnt gave his
master a look full of wonder, and as the
huntsman expressed it, said to him:
"For goodness’ sake, don’t you see
anything? Don’t you smell anything?
( Oh, daw muster, do just look, just
smell; come, master, come this way!”
Then ho ribbed his nose on the hunter’s
knee ami th u crept away to tho corpse,
glancing La* k all the while, as if ho
would say, “Won’t you follow mo?”
and began to push aud pull the heavy
gun and to take ic in his mouth with
tho intention of fetching it to him.
A cold shudder t an down tho hunter’s
back and all sorts of ideas began to
glimmer in his brain. Hut as speculat
ing on the event was not his affair, nor
to clear up matters for the magistrate,
but to leave the horrible find untouched
aud to go on his way, which now led
him direct to court, he did no more than
his duty required of him.
After ho had done this and all tho
formalities that the law requires in such
catastrophes were complied with, which !
proceedings occupied all tho entire day
aud part of the night, Hopp culled his
dog to his side before ho went to bed
and said:
“My doggie, tho police are now up
aud about, and there will he no end of
goings on. Shall we leave it to others
to rid the world of thy scoundrel who
shot our head forestel? My doggie
knows the vile rascal, knows bin*—yes,
yes, but nobody else knows it. 1 didn’t
mention tho fact, ha, ha! I bring my
dog into this muddle—I’m not thinking
of it.” He bent down over Krambam
buli, who sat between his outspread legs,
aud pressed his cheek to the dog’s head,
receiving in return his grateful caresses,
and all the time he hummed softly,
“What is my Krambambuli doing':’'
until sleep overcame him.
Psychologists have tried to explain
the mysterious attraction which draws
so many criminals hack to tho scene of
their crime. Hopp knew nothing of such
scientific matters, but nevertheless he,
with his dog, scoured restlessly the
vicinity of the linden wood. On the
tenth day after the death of tho head
forester he had been able for the first
time since then to turn his thoughts to
something beside his revenge and was
busying himself in the count’s woods
with marking tho trees which werb to
be cut at the next felling.
When this work was finished, ho
slung his rifle over his shoulder and
took tho shortest way straight through
the forest to the nurseries near the lin
den wood. Just as ho was entering tho
path that ran along the beech hedge it
seemed to him that he heard something
rustle in the leaves, but then followed
quiet, unbroken stillness. He would al
most have believed that it had been
nothing of any importance if the dog
had not stared in the bushes in such a
curious fashion. Ho stood with his hair
bristling, his neck extended, his tail
straight and glared at a portion of tho
hedge. “Ho, ho!” thought Hopp, “wait,
you rascal, if that’s who it is, ” aud
stepping behind a tree he cocked his
rifle. His heart beat violently, his
breath, already short, almost ’left him
when he saw the “Yellow One” step
suddenly out into the path. Two young
hares hung out of his game bag, aud over
his shoulder, suspended by tho well
known Russian leather strap, he boro
tho head forester’s breechloader. What
a delight it would have been to shoot
down the scoundrel from his safe am
bush !
But Hopp would not shoot at the
meanest villain without first giving him
warning. At one bound ho sprang from
behind the tree on to the path and
called:
“Surrender, limb of satan!” and
when for answer the poacher tore his
breechloader from his shoulder the
hunter fired—by all tho saints, a pretty
fire! There was a crack instead of a re
port. Tho gun had been left too long
with the percussion cap exposed against
a tree in tho damp woods, aud it missed
fire.
"Good night! Now we’ll know what
death looks like,” thought the old man,
and at tho same moment off went his
hat into tho grass. The other had had
luck as well, tho rascal! Tho only car
tridge in his guu lost, aud he was just
on the point of putting in another out
of his pocket when—
“Seize him!” cried Hopp hoarsely to
his dog. “Seize him!” and—
“Come to me, hero, Krambambuli,”
was heard from a kiud, coaxing aud,
alas, well known voict.
And the dog!
What now happened, happened much
more quickly than it takes to tell it.
Krambambuli had recognized his first
master aud was running toward him.
When he was half wajr to him, Hopp
whistled, aud the dog turned round; tho
“Yellow One” whistled and the dog
stopped again, writhing in despair mid
way between the hunter and the poach
er, longing to go and yet banished from
both.
At last the poor animal gave up the
pitiful, useless fight aud put an end to
his indecision, but not to his torment
Barking, howling, his stomach flat on
the ground, his body stretched oat like
one sinew, his head raised upward as if
calling heaven to witness his agony of
mind, he crept—toward his first master.
This sight awakened a lust of blood
in Hopp. With trembling fingers ho put
in a new cap and aimed calmly. Tho
“Yellow One” also aimed at him again.
Now the time was come! Each of them
was covered by the other’s guu, and
knew it, but no matter what went on
inside of them they fired as quietly as a
conple of painted marksmen.
Two balls fiew on, the hunter’s to its
goal, the poacher’s—in the air. His
hand had trembled because just as bo
fired the gun tho dog had jumped upon
him with a storm of caresses. “Beast I”
he hissed, fell backward and moved no
more.
His executioner stepped slowly for
ward. “ You have enough, ” he thought
“It were a pity to waste a single grain
of shot more on you. ’’ Nevertheless he
rested his guu on the ground and loaded
it with a bullet The dog was sitting
upright in front of him, his tongue
hanging out aud ho was panting quick
aud loud, his eyes fixed on his master.
When the hunter was ready with hia
gun again in hia hand, the two held a
conversation, of which no witness could
ever have heard a word, even though he
had been a livo ono instead of the dead
ono.
“Dost knew for whom this lead is
meant?”
“I can imagine.”
“Deserter, toaily, faithless brute!”
“Yes, master; yes.”
“Thou wast my joy; now all is over.
I have no pleasure in thee. ”
“I understand, master,” and Kram-
tho whis-
bambuli lay down, resting his head on
his outstretched forepaws aud gazed at
his master.
If the cursed animal had only not
looked at him, there would have been a
quick ending that would have saved
himself and the dog much sorrow, but
it could not be. One doesn’t shoot a
creature that looks at one in that man
ner. I*err Hopp muttered numberless
curses between his teeth, each one more
blasphemous than tho last, aud hanging
his guu over bis shoulder once more, he
went off, taking with him the two
young rabbits from the poacher.
Tho dog followed him with his eyes
until ho had disappeared through the
trees; then ho rose, and his howl, pene
trating to the very marrow, echoed
throughout the forest. He turned round
in a circle several times aud then sat
down beside the dead. When night was
sinking, he was found there by the ju
dicial commission, which, led by Hopp,
came to view the corpse aud carry it
off. Krambambuli shrank hack a step
or two when they came near. One of
them said to tho ranger:
“There’s your dog.”
“I left him hereon guard,” answered
Hopp, who was ashamed to tell the
truth. But what good did it do? The
truth came out, for, when the body was
placed on the wagon and carried away,
Krambambuli trotted behind, his head
hanging and his tail between his legs.
Tho next day tho constable saw him
creeping around the room in which tho
“Yellow Quo” lay. He gave him a kick
and told him to go home. Krambam
buli showed his teeth, but ran away, as
the man thought, in the direction of the
hunter’s house. He did not go there,
however, but led a miserable vagabond
life.
Grown savage and thin as a skeleton,
he crept one time ujj to the poor dwell
ing of a cottager at tho end of tho vil
lage. He sprang suddenly upon a child
who stood in front of tho last hut, and
seized greedily a piece of bread that it
was eating. The child stood still from
fear, but a little Spitz ran out of tho
house aud barked at the robber, who at
once let fall his booty and ran. The
same evening, before going to bed, Hopp
stood at the window looking out into
the bright summer night. He thought
he saw the dog sitting at the edge of the
wood on the other side of tho meadow,
looking fixedly and longingly at tho
spot of his past happiness—tho truest of
the true, an outlaw!
The hunter closed the shutter and
went to bed, but after awhile ho rose
and went to the window again. The dog
was no longer there. Once more ho
wanted to go back to bed, but he could
not rest. He could stand it no longer.
Let it bo as it might, ho could not do
without tho dog. “I’ll bring him
homo,” he thought, and felt a new man
after this decision.
Ho was dressed at the first break of
day, told his wife not to wait breakfast
for him, and hurried off. As he stepped
out of the house his foot hit against tho
one ho was about to seek afar off. Krarn-
barabuli lay dead before him, his head
pressed to the threshold which he no
longer dared pass.
The district ranger never got over
his loss. His brightest moments were
those in which he forgot that the dog
was no more. Sunk in happy thoughts
he would hum his famous, “What is
my Krambaw—’” but stopping in the
middle of the word, he would shako his
head aud, sighing deeply, would say:
“It’s a pity about the dog.”—From
tho German For Short Stories.
Pat and tho Battlo.
“Fat, where did you get
ky?” asked one section hand of another.
“Whist!” said Pat. “Oi swoiped it
from the private car flat was hero.”
“Pat, the brass collars are going to
miss it ty and by. You better hide it,”
said tho first speaker.
“Let’s take this baud car and run
down the track a ways aud bury it,”
said Pat.
The two got a hand car abd told tho
foreman they were going down the track
to get some potatoes for dinner. Away
they went down tho track about a mile.
“This is a good place,” said Pat.
Tho two gut off tho car aud buried tho
bottle near tbo track.
“How will wo know where we buried
it?” said Pat.
"Cut a notch in the side of tho car,”
said his companion. So a notch was cut
in tho side of the car above where the
bottle was buried and tbo two tarriers
returned to their work. That evening
they decided to go and dig up the bot
tle. Away they went.
“Where is tho place?” asked Fat.
“I cut a notch in tho car to show,”
said tho other.
“Aud begorra I forgot all about it
and moved tho car,” said Pat.—Topeka
State Journal.
TAKE ONLY the best when you
® need a medicine. Hood’s Sarsapa
rilla is tlie best Idoou purifier, iwrvo
and stomach tonic. Get HOOD'S.
Testing Coal by X Rays.
The method of testing coal by X rays
is being employed by many manufac
turers, who state that it makes a con
siderable difference in their fuel hills.
It is found that by turning tho rays
on to the coal they can tell how much
of it will remain as ashes after it has
been burned and how much will escape
as gas. This is manifestly of the first
importance to all users of steam power.
Tho lowest priced coal is not neces
sarily the cheapest. The percentage of
ash is one of the best indications of tho
steam making qualities of coal. A coal
which leaves a large amount of ash has
of course a relatively small amount of
combustible constituents, and vice
versa.
Tho shadow produced upon the fluoro-
scope by a piece of coal of a given size
and thickness is apparently dependent
for its relative density upon the amount
of ash producing material in tho piece
of coal.
A number of samples of imiform
thickness of various kinds of coal hav
ing known percentages of ash are pre
pared. The density cf tho shadow cast
by these in the fiuoroscope is compared
with that of the coal to be tested, and
tho quantity of ash per ton in the sam
ple under consideration is immediately
shown with considerable accuracy.—
London Standard.
One of Muller’s Anecdotes.
Froude and Kingsley were special fa-
vorjtesof Professor Max Muller, accord
ing to bis recently published memoirs.
Kingsley’s refusal to pray for rain—or,
as his friend expresses it, to degrade his
sacred office to that of a rainmaker or a
medicine man—reminds tho professor
of a story told to Kingsley by an Amer
ican :
In America we manage these things
better. A clergyman in a village on the
{rentier between two of our states pray
ed for rain. The rain came, and it soak
ed the ground to such an extent that the
young lambs in the neighboring state
caught cold and died. An action was
brought against the clergyman for tho
mischief ho had done, and ho and his
parishioners were condemned to pay
damages to tho sheep farmers. They
never prayed for rain after that.—Lon
don News.
One of His “Wlinst Day*.”
Andrew Lang once called at thohenso
of tho late James Payuto inquire about
his health. The servant informed bun
in a broad accent that it was one of the
novelist's “whustdays.” Mr. Lang im
agined that the servant referred to Mr.
Payu being worse and expressed his re
gret aud walked away. But the woman
meant to say that it was the day on
which Mr. Payn was wont to receive
three old friends, who made a four at
whist. Both gentlemen were amused at
the mistake which deprived each of the
pleasure of meeting. At the Reform
club in years gone by there was a cer
tain group of well known whist play
ers, among whom James Payn was cer
tain to be found enjoying “the rigor of
the game.” —
Case of Iscccssity.
Dinguss—Old man, you’ve accommo
dated me a great many times, and 1
wouldn’t strike you now if it wasn’t a
matter of absolute need. I an: suffering
for the lack of $10.
Shadbolt (reluctantly handing it over)
—What’s the trouble, Dinguss?
Dinguss—My wife has got her heart
set on a wheel, and I need the $10 to
make the first payment on it. Thunks,
eld fellow.—Chicago Tribune.
It kills but never
cures. Sure-Pop Bed
Bug Killer. Cherokee
Drug Co. only.
As to Horseback Ritlinz.
The Kentuckian was talking freely
about horses. Although it was a sale
stable, he was speaking his mind. He
had made the proper speeches about the
gait of the beautiful creatures the darky
trainer trotted up and down; he had
not lost his look of grave acquiescence
when he heard things about the horse
who trots. But a chance word touched
his true thought, and ho spoke the faith
of Kentuckians aud westerners, Texaus
aud Californians, in something this
wise: “That’s right. It ain’t really rid
ing to jolt up and down and look stylish
on a trotting horse. You can’t say much
about it in Boston, or anywhere in cities
where people don’t care about the easy
steps. They don’t know what you’re
talking about. It’s a queer notion and
one my folks in Kentucky can’t get used
to—that a trotting horse can be a saddle
horse. Women want to bo stylish,
though, everywhere, and they would
learn how to rise up like tho Boston
women. But they didn’t keep it np. A
steal away and the gallop's the thing
for country American riding. ”—Boston
Transcript.
An Anecdote of Lincoln.
At one period during the rebellion
there were no less than 74 major gen
erals and 276 brigadiers on the rolls,
which was far more than there was any
nso for. President Lincoln recognized
this mistake before anybody else, but
he consoled himself by joking about it.
It is recalled that on one occasion, when
one of these superfluous generals was
captured by the enemy, with a number
of men and horses, somebody undertook
to condole with tho president on the
subject, remarking that the loss of the
captured general’s service was a great
misfortune to the government. “Pooh, ”
replied Lincoln, “it’s the horses I'm
thinking about. 1 can make another
brigadier general in two minutes, but
’ hones are scarce and cost $200 apieot."
—Kansas City Journal
Valuable to'Women.
Especially valuable to women is Browns
Iron Bitters. Backache vanishes, headache
disappears, strength takes the place of
weakness, and the glow of health readily
romes to the pallid cheek when this won
derful remedy is taken. For sickly children
or overworked men it has no equal. No home
should l>e without this famous remedy.
Browns’ Iron Bitters is sold by all dealers.
OF
Gl-erokee County Supervisor
OF-
Claifris Audited and Appicved for the 2nd
Quarter of 1898.
DR. J. F. GARRETT,
Dentist,
Gaffney, - S. C.
Office over J. R. Tolleson’s new store
In office from 1st to 20th of each
month;
At Blacksburg Thursday morning
each week, returning to office at 2:30
H*J. C. JEFFERIES,*-
GAFFNEY, S. C.
Attorney and Counsellor at Law. Practices 1
AM the Courts. Collections a Specialty
xo.
NAME.
AM’T.
AMT.
L M l>.
Al.’WI).
022
J. W. Allen 8
3 in
8 3 10
623
1. O. Harrill
40 (H)
40 00
024
1. IJ. Ross
70 on
70 00
t^;»
I’.C. Petty
2 20
1 (H)
026>
1. N. Linscotnb
2 13
2 13
627
IJ. F. Gibson.
1 20
1 20
*,28
J. T. Lipscomb
.30
50
829
W. K. Marsh
15 75
OO 00
630
las. Mason . ..
1 00
1 (N)
631
It. F. MeKown
10 50
10 50
632
Goo. L. Wilson
30 no
30 00
633
J. S. Harmon.
9 70
9 70
034
(3. S. Black
10 35
10 715
035
1 unius Sparks
75
75
6#;
I. G. Black .
29 90
29 ‘.HI
637
f. W. Sparks & Son
0 (H)
6 on
038
L. C. A. Clary
‘J 75
2 75
03.1
M. C. Lipscomb
12 <H)
12 IHI
040
J. A. Harris
4 TO
4 70
041
J.c. Wallace
38 80
7J4 80
042
J. 11. Bart les
33 80
33 80
043
J no. \V. Blanton
15 no
15 (HI
611
.1. Fb. Jefferi’s . .
7 05
4 80
045
J. R. Riuuton
2 00
2 (HI
8445
T. O. Harrill
4 771
1 775.
047
it. A. Ha wkins
2 00
2 00
oi<
It. 11. Porter
3 90
3 90
OK
Moore A (’ash...
0 GO
6 00
050
M. W. Brown & Co
13 58
13 58
0<>1
J. 1. isarrau
.1 2.3
7i (HI
uv]
Geo. I). Seruggs
2 .V)
0 (HI
ti.’bi
'1. H. \S ntson
oq
(HI
t;54
Jonn •. \ t.ssey.
2 .30
0 (HI
i).M
Wilburn A. \> ilburu
27 00
2 4 OO
07>0
C. C. Hughes
02 50
( 2 50
tiftl
.1. W. Nance
V (Ht
0(1
!•;>
J. E. Foster
s5
85
UV.l
\\ m. B. isler
3 no
0 (HI
00(1
M. C. Lipscomb
3 00
o 00
i.0i
J. E. V.coster
2 oo
2 IH)
rt'-j
Good Roads Machine Co.
*'.«> •>> -
52 719
Ovi
1. J. Patrick ..
1 (HI
1 00
604
J. M. Phillips
50
5(1
00. >
it. A. Jones \ Co ....
41 12
41 12
000
J. 1,. Blackwood . ..
70 12
7o 12
007
(». E. W iikins.V Rro
2.3 IS
25 is
i'OS
T. 1). Littlejohn A Co
!1 25
11 25
009
Jno. W. Blanton
1.5 no
1.5 (HI
o;o
J.G. Kendrick
4 58
4 58
071
J. G. Kendrick
13 09
13 09
072
J. G. Kendrick
6 S3
0 85
073
A. J. Mel raw
13 70
13 70
674
A. J. McCraw
3 OO
:: (Hi
0»7>
(’. G. Phillips
12 80
12 80
070
Galloway it Co ..
0 0.5
0 05
7
Martin. Kdwards.t Hynes
W. K. Marsh
2 ’.HI
15 30
2 1X»
15 30
679
Mrs. June Clary
1 (4)
1 no
080
W. B. Isler
3 OO
:» oo
r>M
J. T. Adkins
1 25
1 25
682
J. B. Jones, Co. Treas’r..
witness and constables
OvS J. B. Jones. Co. Treas'r.,
(jiraml and Pet. Jurol-s
WU .1. B Jones. Co. Treas’r..
Interest on K.R. Bonds,
Union County
l>5 J. B. Jones, Co. Treas’r.,
Sinkinir Fund It. Road
Bonds. Union County .
tiM \V. H. Richardson .
t*7 Riley Phillips
O'H W m. Fitzsimmons
tii’J L. R. Ross
CM Geo. L. Wilson
mil c. e. Smitfi
C0'.’ Jno. w.Biaatou
6!-H Gaffney M’t’ir. Co
01M li. A. ii uirhes
095 R. E. Porter
•Bits It. P. Scrujors
607 M. M. Tate
1 j.5
277 50
153 35
277 50
304 73 304 73
784 00
24 :to
3 00
37 it)
20 00
60 l!0
4 SH I
15 00
4 <H)
10 60
18 25
13 30
784 00
24 30
3 00
37 50
20 00
00 00
4 90
15 00
4 00
29 90
10 GO
18 25
13 30
698 J. B. Brown
Is 6,.5
18 05
609 .1. \V. Brown
1 .5(1
1 50
7(H) J. L. Clary
18 (H)
J8 (HI
701 Jonas Vassev
5 (HI
5 00
702 M. B. Scruggs.
20 (HI
20 (HI
703 Geo. II. Scruggs
5 00
5 00
704 W. H.Champion
12 (HI
12 00
7o.) W. H. Champion
14 (HI
14 (H)
706 W. 1). Camp
25 (HI
25 (H)
707 W. I). Camp
1 95
1 95
708 J. I). Goudelock
1 00
1 (HI
7J9 J. 1). Goudelock
14 00
14 IHI
710 J no. E. Jefferies
25 OI
25 (H)
711 C. A. Jefferies
15 40
15 40
712 C. M. Littlejohn
5 (HI
5 00
713 Jno. W. Alexander.
20 50
20 50
714 Carroll & Co.. Lessees...
5 (HI
5 00
715 S. B. Crawley
0 45
6 45
716 A M. Bridges
56 90
56 90
717 I*. C. Painter
1 75
1 75
718 M. G. Montgomery
3 (H)
3 00
719 O. S. Kenurlck
1 25
1 25
720 1). C. Painter
18 16
18 10
721 M. W. Smith
5 00
5 00
722 A. J. Goforth
4 08
4 08
723 A. J. McCraw
13 15
13 15
724 K. F. Gibson
1 00
1 00
725 1. (i. Sarratt
50 54
55 54
720 H. 1). Bates
3 00
3 00
o27 R. W. Lee
20 00
20 00
728 Y. L. Bryant A Co
12 00
12 00
729 Jus. L. Strain
20 09
30 (H)
730 (', A. Jefferies
5 00
3e0’
731 Smith Hdw. Co
1 55
155
732 J. E. Webster
5 00
5 00
733 C. M. Littlejohn
5 (H)
5 no
734 Thompson A Warren
735 J. E. Webster.
1 50
1 50
5 (H)
5 00
736 J. B. Jones Co. Treas *..
l 82
1 82
737 J. E. Martin
3 10
3 (A
738 R. O. Sams
9 00
9 (HP
739 J. Eh. Jefferies
1 0(1
1 (/>
740 W. Ii. Richardson
0 25
6 15
741 J. N. Lipscomb
2 45
2 45
742 J. N. Lipscomb.
12
12
743 J. N. Lipscomb
214 03
214 03
714 J. N. Lipscomb
69 03
09 03
745 J. Eb. Jefferies
122 70
122 76
740 J. B. Ross
143 87
143 47
747 The Ledger
06 88
66 88
748 J. ]).(iowlelock
1 35
1 35
749 W. F. McArthur —
65 (HI
65 09
7.50 <i. E. Wilkins & Bros
2 0(1
2 0(1
751 K. Davenport
70
70
752 N. Lipscomb
8 38
8 38
753 N. Lipscomb
754 W. O. Lipscomb & Bros .
126 75
126 75
5 00
5 (HI
755 W. C. S. Wood
750 J. B. Jones Co. Treas’r..
Intereston R. R. Bonds
20 00
20 00
In Spartanburg Co.
757 J. B. Jones Co. Treas.. .
997 85
997 85
22 69
22 69
758 Geo. L. Wilson
30 00
30 00
Total,
*4.983 81
*4.950 80
j
S'. Lipscomb.
Supervisor Cherokee Co. S. C.
Jno. E. Jekfeuies, Clerk
ADVINISTRATORS NOTICE.
A LI. persons holdinjr claims uirainst the
estate of J. Tuck MeCraw, deceased, are
hereby required to render an account of
their demands, duly attested, to the under-
sljrncd on or before Sept. 1st. 1898: and all
persons Indebted to said estate are required
to make payment to the undersigned on or
before said date. Sept. 1st. 1898.
Jennie E. McCraw,
Administratrix J. Tuck McCraw, deed.
7-7-3t.
The Hot Springs of Arkansas
The Mountain-Locked
Miracle of the Ozarks.
The hot waters, the mountain air, equable
climate and the pine forests make Hot
Springs the most wonderful health and pleas
ure resort In the world, summer or winter.
It Is owned, endorsed and controlled by the
U. S. Government and has accommodations
for all classes. The ArMuirton and Park
hotels and HO others and dm boarding houses
are open all summer.
Having an altitude of 1000 feet it Is a cool,
safe and nearby refuge during the heated
term In the sontli.
For information concerning Hot Springs
address C. F. Cooley, Manager Business
Men's League, Hot Springs. Ark.
For reduced excursion tickets and partic
ulars of the trip see local agent or address
W. A, Turk. Gen'l Pass. Agt., Southern Ry.
Washington, I). C.