THE LEHOEK: GAFFNEY, S. C., SEPTEMBER 8, 1898.
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GLORVOUS REWARDS OF WORKING
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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
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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
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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. I continued
the medicine, and in
q Y"*y four months the last !it-
N VjA jb'l ✓ seal) dropped off.
S\//\p f .fp,, y eHr8 have elapsed,
tnd not a sign id Ure disease has rcnimed.”
R. K. Williams,
(iillsburg. Miss.
It is danpnrons to experiment with
Cancer. The disease is beyond the skill
of physicians. S. S. S. is the only cure,
because it is the only remedy which
goes deep enough to reach Cancer.
S.S.S.% Blood
(Swift's Specific) is the only blood
remedy guaranteed Purely Vegetable.
All others contain potash and mer
cury, the most dangerous of minerals.
Books on Cancer and blood diseases
mailed free by Swift Specific Company,
Atlanta, Georgia.
FORMAN - UNIVERSITY,
GREENVILLE. S. C,
Tlioror.^li courses Iciidinj.' to the degrees
of It. Lit li. s.. K. A., and M. A. The Faculty
has been enlarged. Especial attention to
Eiiiflirli. Elocution, and I’eda.co^ies. New
couir.es in Biology. History. Latin. Mmioni
Laiifrunires. and physics. A new tirartuiito
Hepartmoiit. 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. Don’t worry
your neighbor by borrow
ing his paper when you
can get The Ledger for
♦ 1 a year, 60c for sii
months, or ‘2."»c for thre*
months. It will keep you
pouted, ho order it im
once. Don’t delay.