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THE LEHOEK: GAFFNEY, S. C., SEPTEMBER 8, 1898. IR (iKXERATION. GLORVOUS REWARDS OF WORKING FOR OUR FELLOW MEN. i I — I lir. Tiilinaif.' Poiatii Oat the Lemon of the Life of thivid Service Which SuU'frim; tlumaultjr Now Neecle - A llliftnful A wuk- i enitiKa ICopyriKht, urn, by American Preas Asjo- elation] WasniNOTON. Sept. 4.—In thiH (lift : oour?o Dr. Taltimge changes our life time from a meaningless generality to practical helpfulness to the people now ' living; text. Acts xiii, StJ, “David, after he had served his own generation by the will cf God, fell on sleep.” That is a text which has for a long time been fanning through my mind. Scimoiih have a time to he horn as well as a time to die, a cradle as well as a grave. David, cowboy and stone slingt: 1 and fighter and dramatist and blank verso writer and prophet, did his best for the peopio of his time, and then went and laid down on the southern hill of Jerusalem in that sound slum ber which nothing but an archangelio blast can startle. “David, after he had served his own generation by the will of God, fell on sleep.” It whs his own generation that ho had served—that is. the people living at the time he lived. And have you ever thought that our re sponsibilities are chiefly with the peo ple now walking abreast of ns? There are about four generations to a century now, but in olden time life was longer, and there was perhaps only one genera tion to a century. Taking these facts into the calculation. I make a rough guess and say that there hav^ibeeu at least 180 generations of the human fam ily. With reference to them we have no responsibility. We cannot teach them, we cannot correct their mistakes, wc cannot soothe their sorrows, we can . not heal their wounds. Their sepulchers arc deaf and dumb to anything wo might say to them. The last regiment of (hat great army has passed out of sight. W»f might halloo as loud as we could, not one cf them would avert his head to see what we wanted. I admit that I am in sympathy with the child whose fa ther had suddenly died, and who in her little evening prayer wai ted to con tinou to pray for her father, although he had gone into heaven, and no more needed her prayers, and, looking up into her mother’s face, said: ”Oh, mother, I cannot leave him all out. Let me say, thank God that I had a good father once, so I can keep him in my prayers. ” But the 180 generations have passed off. Passed up. Passed down. Gone for ever. Then there ary generations to come after our earthly existence has ceased. We shall not see them. Wo shall not hear any of their voices. We will take no part in their convocations, ^ their elections, their revolutions, their catastrophies, their triumphs. We will in nowise affect the 180 generations gone or the ISO generations to come, except as from the galleries of heaven the former generations look down and rejoice at uur victories, or as we may by onr behavior start influ ences, good or bad, that 'shall roll on through the advancing ages. But our business is, like David, to serve our own generatiou, the people now living, those whoso lungs now breathe and whose hearts now beat, and mark you, it is not a silent procession, but moving. It is a “forced march” at 24 miles a day, each hour being n mile. Going with that celerity, it has got to be a quick service on our part or no service at all. We not only cannot teach tho 180 generations past and will not sec the 180 generations to come, but this generation now on the stage will soon be off, and wo ourselves will be off with them. The fact is that you and I will have to start very soon for our work or it will be ironical and sarcastic •• for any one after our exit to say of us, as it was said of David, “After he had served his own generation by the will of God he fell on sleep.” Onr Own Generation. Well, now, let us look around ear nestly, prayerfully, in a common sense way and see what we can do for our own generation. First of all, let us see to it that, as far as we can, they have enough to eat The human body is so constituted that three times a day the body needs food as much as a lamp needs oil, as much as a locomotive needs fuel. To meet this want God has giidled the earth with apple orchards, orange groves, wheatfields and oceans full of fish and prairies full of cuttle, and notwithstanding this I will under take to say that the vast majority of the human family are now suffering either for lack of food or the right kind of food. Our civilization is all askew, and God only can set it right. Many of the greatest estates of today have been built out of the blood and bones of un requited toil In olden times, for the building of forts and towers, the inhab itants of Ispahan had to contribute 70,- 000 skulls and Bagdad 90,000 human skulls, and that number of people were compelled to furnish tho skulls. Bat these two contributions added together made only 100,000 skulls, while into the tower of the world’s wealth and pomp have been wrought the skeletons of uncounted numbers of the half fed pulations of the earth—millions of alls. Don’t sit down at your table with te or six courses of abundant supply think nothing of that family in the freet who would take any one of five courses between soup and nuts and feel they were in The lack of the right kind of cause of much of the drunk- ter drinking what many of call coffee, sweetened with sail sugar, and eating what butchers call meat, and t many of our bakers call rf the laboring class feel ley are tempted to put in- pi pea what the tobaooo- o or go into the drinking hat the rumaellers call ttftr. Good coffee would, do much in driving out bad rum. How can we serve our generation with enough to eat? By sitting iowu in embroidered slippers mut lounging back in an armchair, our mouth piuk- i red up around a Havana of the best brand, and through clouds of luxuriant smok** reading about political economy and the philosophy of strikes? ^.'o, no. By finding out who hi tins city has been living on gristle and sending thorn h b nderl. in beefsteak. 8'e* k out some family who through sickness or con junction of misfortunes have not enough to eat and do for them what Christ did for the hungry multitudes of Asia Minor, multiplying the loaves and the fishes. Lot ns quit the surfeiting of ourselves until we cannot choke down another crumb of cake and begin the supply of others’ necessities. So far from helping npj^ase tho world’s hunger are those whom Isaiah describes as grinding the faces of the poor. You Lave seen a farmer or a mechanic put a scythe or an ax on a grindstone, while some one was turning it round and round and the man holding the ax bore on it harder and harder, while the wa ter dropped from the grindstone and the edge of the ux from being round and dull got keener and keener. So I have seen men who were put against tho grindstone of hardship, aud while one turned the crank another would press the unfortunate harder clown and hard er down until be was ground away thinner and thinner—his conuorta thin ner, his prospects thinner and tiis face thinner. Aud Isaiah shrieks out. “What mean ye that ye grind the faces of the poor?’ ’ Kettle For Kre»<l. If, is an awful thing to be hungry. It is an easy thing for us to bo in g.i'xl humor with all the world when wo have no lack. But let hunger take full possession of us aud we would all turn into barbarians and cannibals and fiends. Suppose that some of tho energy we arc expending in useless and unavailing talk about the bread question should be expended in merciful alleviations. 1 have read that the battlefield on which more troops met than on any other in the world’s history was tho battlefield of Leipsic—160,000 men under Napo leon, 200,000 men under Schwarzeberg. No, no. The greatest and most temfic battle is now being fought all tho world over, it is tho battle for bread. The ground tone of tho finest passage in one of the great musical masterpieces, tho artist says, was suggested to him by the cry of the hungry populace of Vien na as the king rode through and they shouted: “Bread! Give us bread !” And all through tho grout harmonies of mu sical academy and cathedral I hear the pathos, tho ground tone, tho tragedy, of uncounted multitudes, who, with streaming eyes and wan cheeks and broken hearts, in behalf of themselves aud their families, uro pleading tor bread. L^t us take another look around to see how we may servo our generation. Lot us see as far as possible that they have enough to wear. God looks upon the human race and knows just how many inhabitants the world has. Tho statistics of tho world’s population are carefully taken in civilized lauds, and every few years officers of government go through the laud and count how many people there are in the United States or England, and great accuracy is reached. But wheu people tell us how many inhabitants there are in Asia or Africa at beat it must be a wild • guess. Yet God knows the exact num ber of people on our planet, and he has made enough apparel for each, aud if there be fifteen hundred million, fifteen thousand, fifteen hundred and fifteen people then there is enough apparel for fifteen hundred milli(Ai, fifteen thou sand, fifteen hundred and fifteen. Not slouchy apparel, not ragged apparel, not insufficient apparel, but appropriate apparel. At least two suits for every being on earth, a summer suit aud a winter suit. A good pair of shoes for every living mortal. A good ooat, a good hat or a good bonuet, aud a good shawl aud a complete masculine or fem inine outfit of apparel. A wardrobe for all nations, adapted to all climes, and not a string or a button or a pin or a hook or an eye wanting. Redistribatlou. But, alas, where are the good clothes for throe-fourths of the human race? The other one-fourth have appropriated them. The fact is, there needs to be and will be a redistribution. Not by anarch istic violence. If outlawry had its way, it would rend aud tear and diminish until, instead of three-fourths of the world not properly uttirod, four-fourths would be in rags. I will let you know bow the redistribution will take place. By generosity on the part of those who have a surplus aud increased industry on the part of those suffering from de ficit. Not all, but tho large majority of cases of poverty iu this country are a result of idleness or drunkenness, either on the part of the present sufferers or their ancestors. In most coses the rum jug is the maelstrom that has swallow ed down the livelihood of those who are iu rags. But things will change, aud by generosity on the part of the crowded wardrobes aud industry aud sobriety on the part of the empty waid- roltes there will be Miough for all to wear. Gcd has done his part toward the dressing of the human race. Ho grows a surplus of wool on the sheep’s back and flocks roam tho mountains and val leys with a burden of warmth intended for transference to human comfort, when the shuttles of the factories, reaching all the way from Chattahoo chee to the Merriinac, shall have spun and woven it. In white letters of snowy fleece God has been writing for a thou sand years his wish that there might be warmth for all nations. Wbileotbers are discussing the effect of high or low tariff or ud tariff at all tat wool you and I had better see if in onr wardrobes wu have nothing that we can spare for the suffering or pink oat some poor lad of the street and take him down to a clothing store and fit him oat for the | leaeon. Gospel of shoos) Gospel of hatsi Gospel of clothes lor the naked I Food For Soul*. Again, let ns look around and se*' how we may serve onr generation. ! ! What shortsighted mortals wo would | be if we wort auximis to cloth* and feed i : only th* most insignificant psrt of »* I man—namely, his body—while we put ! forth no effort to clothe and feed and save his soul. Time is a little piece broken off a great eternity. What are we doing for tin* souls of this present I generation? L<*t me say it is a genera- j tion worth saving. Most magnificent : men and women are in it We,make a j j great ado about the improvements iu : navigation, aud in locomotion, and in | art and machinery. We remark what i wonders of telegraph aud telephone and the stethoscope. What improvement is : electric light over a tallow caudle. But J all these improvements are insignificant compared with the improvement in ti.*‘ j j human race. In olden times once in j awhile a great and good man or woman would come up, and tho world has j made a great fuss about it ever since; | but now they are so numerous we ! scarcely speak about them. Wc put a halo about the people oi the pnsf, but I think if the*times demanded them it : would be found we havo now living in • this year 1898 60 Martin Luthets, 50 George Washingtons, 50 Lady Huntiog- dons, 50 Elizabeth Frys. During onr civil war more splendid warriors in mirth aud south were developed iu four years than rhe whole world developed iu the previous 20 yeais. I challenge tho 4,000 years before Christ and also tho 18 centuries after Christ to show me the equal of charity on a large scale of George Peabody. Tiiis generation of | men aud women is more worth saving i than any one of the 180 generations that havo passed oft'. Whexe shall wo ' begin? With ourselves. That is the pil lar from which we must start. Piesooit , the blind historian, tells us hew Pizarro saved his army for the right when they were about deserting him. With his sword he made a long mark on the ! ground. Ho said: “My men, on the north side tire desertion and death; on , the south side is victory; on tho north i ! side, Panama and poverty; on the south I side, Pom with all its riches. Choose j for yourselves. For my part I go to the ! south.” Stepping across the line one by one his troops followed, and finally his whole army. Tho IMvidlnx Line. The sword of God's truth draws tho dividing line today. On one side of it are sin ami ruin and death; on the other side of it are pardon and usefulness and happiness and heaven. You cross from the wrong side to tiio right side, and your family will cross with you, aud i your friends and your associates. Tho way you go they will go. If we are not i saved, we will never save any one else. How to get saved? Be willing to ac- : cept Christ, aud then accept him in stantaneously and forever. Get on th n rock first, and then you will be able to | help others upon the same rock. Men and women have been saved quicker j than I have been talking about it. | 'What! Without a prayer? Yes. What! Without time to deliberately think it over? Yes. What! Without a tear? Yes. Believe; that is all. Believe what? That Jesus died to save you from eiu and death and hell. Will you? Do you? You have. Something makes me think you have. New light has come into your countenance. Welcome, welcome i Hail, hail! Saved yourselves, how arc you to save others? By testimony. Tell it to your family. Tell it to your busi ness associates. Tell it everywhere. We will successfully preach no more religion and will successfully talk no more, religion than we ourselvr-s have. The most cf that which you do to bene fit the souls of this generation you will effect through your own behavior. Go wrong, and that will induce others to go wrong. Go right, aud that will in duce others to go right. When the great Centennial exhibition was being held in Philadelphia, the question came up amoug the directors as to whether they should keep tho exposition open on Sun days, when a director, who was a man of the world from Nevada, arose and said, his voice trembling with emotion and tears running down his cheeks: “I feel like a returned prodigal. Twenty years ago I went west aud into a region where we had no Sabbath, but today old memories come buck to me, aud I remember what my glorified mother taught me about keeping Sunday, and I seem to hear her voice again aud feel as I did wheu every evening I knelt by her side iu prayer. Gentlemen, I vote for the observance of the Christian Sab bath, ” and he carried everything by storm, and when the question was put, “Shall we open the exhibition on the Sabbath?” it was almost utiuiiimouH, “No, no. ” What one man can do if he does right, boldly right, emphatically rightJ Glorious Sleep. I confess to you that iny one wish is to serve this generation, not to antag onize it, not to damage it, not to rule it, but to serve it 1 would like to do something toward helping unstrap its load, to stop its tears, to balsam its wounds and to induce it to put foot on th" upward road that has at its termi nus ucclamatiou rapturous, and gates pcurline, and garlands amaranthine, and fountains raiubowed, and domin ions enthroned aud coroneted, for I can not forget that lullaby iu the closing words of my text, “David, after he bad served his own generation by the will of God, fell on sleep.” What a lovely sleep it was! Untilial Absalom did not tronble it. Ambitions Adonijah did not worry it. Persecuting Saul did not har row it. Exile did not till it with night the will of God he fell mi OF A TRAIN. tion by tleop. ’ ’ Gh, what a good thing is sleep after t Karri day's work! It takes all the lu lling out of the head, and all the we iriness out of the limbs, and all the smarting out of the eyes. From it. we ris* in the morning and it is a new world, ami if we, like David, serve our gen* ration we will at life’s close have luo.'-t desirable and refreshing sleep. In it will vnuish our last fatigue of body, our ’wcrriin. nt of mind, our last tor- f ,1-1. To the Christian's body thar Mis hot with raging fevers, so that the K.tcndants niiisf by sheer force keep cii the blankets, it will be the cool sleep. To those who are thin blooded and shivering with agues it will be the warm sleep. To those who because of physical disorders were terrified with night visions it will bo tho dreamleuii sleep. To nurses and doctors and moth er:-: who were wakened almost every hour of tho night by tlioso to whom they ministered or ever whom they Watched it will be the undisturbed sleep. To those who could not get to bed till late at night and must rise early iu the morning aud iiofr.ro getting rested it will tie the long sloop. Aw«vv With Gloom. Away with all your gloomy talk about departing from this world! If wc have served our generation, it will not be putthw out into the breakers; it will not be the light with the king of ter rors; it will be going to sleep. A friend, writing me from Illinois, says that Rev. Dr. Wingate, president of WaKo Forest college, North Carolina, after a most useful life, found his last day on earth his happiest day, aud that in his last moments he seemed to bo personally talking with Christ, as friend with friend, saying: “Oh, how delight ful it is! I know you would be with me when the time came, aud I know it would be sweet, but I did not know it would bt as sweet as it is.” The fact was he had served his generation in the gospel ministry, and by the will of God he fell asleep. When in Africa Maj- wr.rs, the servant, looked into the tent of David Livingstone and found him on his knees, he stepped back, not wishing to disturb hiniiu prayer, and sometime after went in aud found him in the same posture and stepped hack again, but after awhile went in and touched him, and, lo, the great traveler had finished his last journey, end he had died iu tho grandest and mightiest pos ture a ma’i ever takes—on his knees. Ho had served his generation by un rolling the scroll of a continent, and by the will of God fell on sleep. In the museum of Greenwich, England, there is a fragment of a book that was found iu the uictic regions, amid the relies of Sir John Franklin, who had perished amid the snow aud ice, and the leaf of that piece of a book was turned down at the words, “When thou passest through the waters, I will be with thee.” Having served his generation in the cause of science and discovery, by the will of God he fell on sleep. Why will you keep us all so nervous talking about that which is only a dor mitory and a pillowed slumber, cano pied by angels’ wings? Sleep! Transport ing sloep! Aud what a glorious awaken ing! You and I havo sometimes been thoroughly bewildered after a long and fatiguing journey. We have stopped at a friend’s house for tho night, ami after hours of complete unconsciousness we have oponed our eyes, the high risen sun full iu our faces, aud before we could tally collect our faculties have said, “Where am I, whose house is this and whose are those gardens:” And theu it has flashed upon us in glad reality. l.llMful Awakening. And I should not wonder if after we have served our generatiou and by tho will of God have fallen on sleep, the deep sleep, the restful sloep, we should awaken in blissful bewilderment aud for a little while say: “Where anil? What pulgce is this? Why, this looks like heaven! It is. It is. Why, there is a building grander thau all the castles of earth heaved into a mountain of splendor—that must be the palace of Josus. And look there at those walks lined with foliage more beautiful thau anything I ever saw before, and see those who are walking down those aisles of verdure. From what I have heard of them thote two arm aud arm must be Moses and Joshua, him of Mount Sinai and him of tho halting suu over Gibeen, and those two walking arm in arm must be John aud Paul, the one so gentle and tho other so mighty. “But I must not look any longer at those gardens of boauty, but examine this building in which I have just awakened. I look out of the window this way aud that and up and down, and I find it is a mansion of immense size in which I am stopping. All its win dows of agate and its colouades of por phyry and alabaster. Why, I wonder if this is not the ‘honse of many man sions, ’ of which I used to read? It is. It is. There must be many of my kindred and friends in this very mansion. Hark! Whose are those voices? Whose are those bounding feet? I open the door and see, and, lo, they are coming through all the corridors and up aud down all the stairs, our long absent kindred. Why, there is father, there is mother, there are the children. All well again. All yonug again. All of us together again. And as we embrace each other with the cry, ‘Never more to part; never more to part,’ the arches, the al coves, the hallways echo and re-echo the words, ‘Never more to part; never feiore to part I’ Theu oar glorified friends say, ‘Gome oat with us and see heaven. ’ Aud some of them bounding ahead of oh aud some of them skipping beside as we start down the ivijry stairway, HOW THE ENGINEER KNOWS WHAT TIME HE IS MAKING. Ad InrtlcRtor That Keep* Hun i'eaU’d on How V.uuy Mllr** am Hour Hit. frain'It Kunning—The “Hutch Clock” That Out lived It* ruefulnm*. j Experienced railroad men cuu toll to the fraction of a minute tho speed of a moving train. It is far easier to tell the rate at which a train is traveling while aboard than it is to tell its speed as it daslics past. When standing near a rail road track and noting an approaching train with its revolving driving wheels. | the vibrating side rod, the continuous roar from tho smokestack ami the im mense cloud of dust in tho rear one is i almost certain to greatly overestimate | the speed at which it is actually travel- 1 iug. A common method of telling the speed of a moving train is by counting the clicks of the wheel as they pass over the rail joifcfs. A rail is 50 feet long; hence there are 176 rails in one mile. A mile per miuute would be 176 clicks in GO seconds, or GO miles per hour. Thirty miles per hour, therefore, would be 83 clicks in GO seconds. Tho clicks for ten seconds denote the average speed of the train. But oven railroad men are not requir cd to roly upou their ears ami watches to tell the speed at which their trains are running. The little speed recorder, known as tho “Dutch clock,” which was put in the “little red caboose be hind the trein” a few years ago, is now almost a relic of the past. It was a great invention iu its day, and was adopted by nearly all the railroads of j the country. Its purpose was to regulate | the speed of freight trains by telling : tho tale of fast running, aud the division superintendent did tho rest. Seldom did ; the "old man” fail to indict the pun ishment for such infraction of the rules | —usually a “ten days’ layoff.” But conditions havo so changed that speed is now the requisite, aud men are , laid oft' who do not make the time re quired, and tho little “Dutch clock” | has outlived its usefulness. It was a very simple affair. By a 1 gearing attached to the axle of tho ear i a small brass cylinder in a case on the inside of th*' car was revolved. A lead pencil fastened to a holder was made to travel from one end to the other of the ! cylinder by means of a clock. The pen- , cil went across and back every hour ami marked upou a long sheet of paper known ns the “train sheet,” which was wound about the cylinder. This sheet was printed in cross* sec tions, each section indicating a mile i On the upper edge were p.iuted the names of the stations of the division j and their relative distances apart As the pvncil traveled across the sheet it i made a zigzag mark, aud upon the | speed of the train depended the slant of ' the line. When the train was still, the cylinder would not turn, and the pencil ' would mark straight up aud down, aud it was possible to tell very accurately, if the sheet was inserted correctly, just where each stop was made, how many minutes it occupied, the exact speed at every part of tho run, how long contin ued, ami often revealed much informa tion that the train men preferred the “old man” would not know. Tho maebine, while it was in vogne, was tho terror of the train men. No ex cuses were taken for fast running, and they resorted to many plans to frustrate tho tale the little instrument was sure to tell. They havo been known to throw sand into the gearing, break tho little iron case with a hammer, insert the wrong train sheets, murk the sheets with a pencil in their own hands, bribe the office clerks who measured the sheets, report tho clock out of order on tho slightest pretext and heap upon it their vilest curses. Little by little the “Dutch clock” gave way to another kind of a speed re corder, nntil today the new one has the field almost to itself. It is the recorder known as the “Boyer, ” which is placed in the cab of the engine, and the indi cator of which shows tho engineer just the speed of his train. To this also there is u'train sheet conceived open a very different plan, and the sheet is scrutinized now to see if the speed was fast enough. The engineer’s speed recorder, tbo, is worked by a gear from the pony truck of the engine, and by means of a small pump mercury is injected into a pipe not larger than a pencil, which forces the needle around the dial of the in dicator. The engineer of the midnight express takes his seat, opens the engine, and little by little tho lever is palled oat, and as tho wheels revolve the speed indicator climbs over the figures. There was a delay iu loading baggage at the last station, time was lost, possibly at every station on the division the same thing will occur and oot comes the lever still farther and op goes the speed indicator. A nice piece of track is ahead, and the engineer knows it to be safe. The indicator crawls over half the arc of the circle. The train now descends an incline, and the speed becomes ter rific. The dial now shows 55, 60, pos sibly 65 to 70 miles per hoar for a few minutes. This speed is frequently at tained for short durations, and the en gine man a few days later, when at the terminal, points with pride to the little train sheet which recorded his fast spnrta.—St. Louis Post Dispatch. Little Pimples Turn to Cancer. Cancer often results from an im purity in the blood, inherited from generations bock. Few people are en tirely free from some taint in the blood, mu it is isirxwsibie to tell when it will break out in the form of dreaded Can- ;er. What lm» appeared to be a mere pimple or scratch 1ms developed int > the most malignant Cancer. “I hart a severe Cancer which wes at f rat July a few hlotcbcs. that I thought v/ouli soon away. I was treated by s* venl able pbyMclai^, but In suite of their efforts the Can- cerspread until my con dition beearnenlarming. After many months of treatment anrt growing ! rt r fit/ su-.vdlly worse, I de- \ cided to try S. S. S. which was so strongly recommended. The first bottle pr*)rtuced an im- provement. 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Early application for rooms In t in Mess Halls should he made lo Prof. B. E. GEEK. Secretary of th,. Faculty, t’sesar’s Head. S. (’. Address A P MONTAGUE, T-2l-2nio Greenville, 5. C. Piedmont Saving and Invc-stment Co. Greenville, S. C. i^o;y:s£S. The loan plan of this company will he found far move rtesironhle in every way than the plans of Building \ Loans Associations. Our plan is a definite contract at reasonable rates. Loans made an approved property. .1. O. .1 KKKEKIKS, Local Attorney. Gaffney. S. C. CLINE BROS. & CO., Livery Feed and Sale Stables, Opposite National Bank. First-class turnouts; prompt attention; and courteous attendants. fy We solicit your patronujre. THOMPSON & WARREN, Blacksmithing and Repairing, Horseshoeing a Specialty. Shops and olHee i n KutledjreStreet. First- class work at living prices. mare. Since a redheaded boy amid hi* i and we meet coming up ivory i ufle of father’* flock* at night he hud not had ■uch a good sleep. At 70 year* of age he laid down to it. He had bad many a troubled aloop, a* in the cavern* of Adullam or iu the palace at the time hi* euemie* were attempting hi* cap ture. But this was a peaceful Bleep, a calm *lc«p, a restful sleep, a glorious sleep. “After he had served hi* genera- the kings of ancient Israel, aumewhat small of atature, but having a countenance radiant with a thousand victorie*, and as all are making obeisance to this great one of heaven I cry out, ‘ Who la he?’ and the answer cornea: ‘Thiaia the greatest of all the kings It is David, who, after be had served his generation by the will of God, fell on sleep.’ ” Look! A Stitch in Time Hares nine. llutrlicM’ Tonic (new Improved, taae pleiiMiint). taken In early ftprln'.’ and Fall prevents Chills, Hcnifuc and Malarial Fevers. Acts on the liver, tones up the sys tem. Better than (|Uliilne. Guaranteed. Try It. At Hna.’irlst*. one and ft.00 bottles. —•— A V,V udrrfBl Dlscovrry. The Init quarter of ft century records many woiuirrful discoveries in medicine; but none that hare aceonipliehrd more for humanity than that sterling old household remedy, Bros ne' Iron Hitter*. It -eems to eoutuiu the very elcaent* of g*s«l l.eslth, and neither mnn, woman or child van take it without deriving the greatest benefit, lirowns* Don Hitters is sold by uli dealers. The Pearl Steam Laundry Is operntlnir on full time and turning out tirst-elass work. Remember us when you want work done. Wc will call for your package. We also have in operation A First-Class Grist Mill. We respectfully solicit your patronage and ask the people out of town to bring I heir corn along when they come in to do their shopping. Will make your meal while you are busy here and you will lose no time. Richardson Bros. This is i You should koq) posted on the issues or the day. 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