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H The: i^e:i>oe:h. $1.00 per Year. piTBI.IBMKlt rUKBUAY’ANU KHIHAT BY En. H. DkCamp. I'm* Ledger Is not responsible for the views of correspondents. Correspondents who do not contri bute regular nows letters must fur nish their name, not for publication, but for identification. Write short letters and to the point to insure publication; also endeavor to get them to the office by Tuesday. All correspondence should be ad dressed to Ed. H. DeCamp, Manager. Obituaries will be published at five cents a line. Cards of thanks will be published •t one cent a word. Heading notices will be published At ten cents a line each insertion. COWPKHS. As announced in our last issue the Executive Committee of the Cowpens Memorial Association have fixed the 27th of May next as the day for the celebration. The committee is made up of enterprising and patriotic men and they will do their part toward’s having a celebration worthy of the glorious event which it will com memorate. It will bo an occasion of national importance and many men of national celebrity will honor it with their presence. While this is true, it is also true that the complete success of the celebration will depend in a great measure on local interest and spirit. If the people of the Piedmont region will actively sup port the committee in their plans and efforts there will be no doubt of a grand success which will have far reaching influences,—patriotic, ma terial, moral, and political. It will attract the attention of the U. 8. States Congress, widely advertise this part of the -country, allay po litical and sectional animosities, and stir the emotions of a common pa triotism all over this broad land. This is the second time in the his tory of our country that any general attempt has been made to commemor ate the battle of Cowpens. In 185(1 the little monument that now stands on the battle ground was erected by the Washington Light In fantry, an historic military company of Charleston, commanded at that time by Capt. L. M. Hatch, who af terwards was the gallant commander of Hatch’s Battalion during the great civil war. Major Hatch died only a few years ago at his home on the French Broad, near Asheville, N. C. He brought his company, in 1856, by railroad to Laurens C. H. and from that point the men marched across the country with their baggage wagons and equip ments in true soldier fashion, to the battle ground of Cowpens. There the monument waserected under their auspices in the presence of a vast con course of people, with simple but imposing ceremonies. Rev. John G. Landrum had previously been se lected as the orator of the day, on account of his having been recom mended to the company as being more thoroughly conversant with the history of the country than any one else that could be found. We have often heard the speech of Mr. Lan drum on this occasion complimented as one replete with information, pa thos, and power. There is good au* thority for stating that Dr. Thos. Curtis, who heard both, pronounced it superior to Preston’s great oration at King’s Mountain. A few years ago we had the privi lege of reading an account of the celebration as given in the Spartan burg Express in its issue of May 1st 1856, from which we infer that it was held in the latter part of April of that year. In that account it was stated that the Rev. Dr. Glllman, Chaplain of the oompany, made a few remarks appropriate ao the patriotic as well as the sacred solemnities in which the assemblage was about to engage, read the 21st chapter of Denteronomy and offered up a most fervid prayer. Then Hon. W. D. Porter, State Senator from Charleston, and former captain of the company, who was present as a guest was called for and responded in a few well-chosen and patriotic words. After this the main speech of the day was delivered by Mr. Landrum. These facts, meagre as they are, we think will be of interest to many of our readers, new that after forty- three years, the glorious memories of Cowpens are again revived, and a new generation are moved by the^spirit of their ancestors. The battle of Cowpens was a won der and a mystery. No man has ever been able to explain it on any rational theory. It violated every principle of military science, it mocked and tantalized human fore sight and wisdom, it bade defiance to human reason and philosophy. The victors were overwhelmned with sur prise and the vanquished were paraly zed with astonishment. Tarleton him self in his memoirs, said it was inex plicable—one of those things that will sometimes happen, and no man on earth can tell why. Morgan, wicked and profane as he was at the time, always attributed his victory to the direct power of God. In his later years when he had become religious, ho told some friends, that people thought during the war *hat old Morgan was never afraid, but the people didn’t know. Hu added that on the night before the battle of Cowpens when he became certain that Tarleton would be on him the next morning, he was unnerved and almost overpowered with fear, and felt that nothing short of a miracle aould savd him. In such a condi tion, he said, In the dead hours of the night when the men were all asleep, he went out Into the woods, kneeled down In a tree top and poured out his soul in supplication to the God of battles. He declared to his dying day that after that prayer he felt strengthened by some supernatural power, and that he went into the battle fully assured of victory. The battle when judged by its actual magnitude was an insignificant affair, but when measured by its ef fects, it was one of the most impor tant battles ever fought on this con tinent. It fired the patriot with en thusiastic hope and struck terror to the heart of the invader; it destroyed British prestige, vindicated Ameri can valor, and proclaimed in thunder tones that the days of the proud op pressor were numbered and the era of liberty and independence was dawn ing. What wonderful changes since that cold winter day one hundred and nineteen years ago! How much more did Morgan and his heroes fight for than they ever knew! If the veil which hid the future, could have been lifted and the January sun, when he rose that fateful morning, could have flung his searching beams down the track of a hundred coming years, what a wonder-land he would have revealed to the astonished gaze of that little band of tattered heroes who rose from their hard cold beds, to measure strength with a stern, relentless, and hitherto matchless foe! Howlheir hearts would have leaped in a wild ecstasy of joy and how their steady courage would have caught the inspiration of a magic power as their eyes beheld the vision which that day in a large measure hung upon their valor!—a vision of a suu-bright land of liberty smiling in prosperity and covered with happy homes and thriving towns, and alive with the marvels of steam and elec- trictity. They have long ago passed from this earth, those Titantic heroes that battled for the'r country’s freedom in the woods of Cowpens. But the scene of their sublime deeds re mains. They were Southern men. and as long as the rivers flow into the sea, will Cowpens be a memorial of Southern valor. Yet they were Americans too. And though a deep, dark, bloody chasm yawns between this day and the day that gave us Cowpens, let that chasm be spanned by an arch of common patriotism, and let all unite in reviving afresh the memory of deeds which have made our country strong prosperous and glorious, and in hallowing a place forever sacred to patriotism and valor. NOTES AND COMMENTS. Gen. Wheeler has been asked to remain in the army. He wiL proba bly accept a brigadier generalship and go to the Philippines. Gen. M. C. Butler thinks that the President is acting in a straight-for ward, business-like manner with the Cubans, and that Congress had bet ter let him alone and allow him to manage them in his own way. May be Gen. Butler is right. It is claimed that the administra- is making an organized effort to de teat Reed for speaker of the next house. It will be a harder job, we think, than it was to defeat the Spaniards and if accomplished will bring fully as much profit and glory to the country. 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[CopyrlKht, 1S9D, by American Press Asso ciation.] Washington, March 12.—The con trant between a life of selfishneas and a life of kindness is set forth by Dr. Tal- niage while discoursing upon the baleful character of a conqueror of olden time; text, Revelation viii, 10, 11, “There fell a great star from heaven, burning as it were a lamp, and it fell upon the third part of the rivers, and upon the fountains of waters, and the name of the star is called Wormwood.” Patrick and Lowth,.Thomas Scott. Matthew Henry, Albert Barnes and some other couunentatois say that the star Wormwood of my text was u type of Attila, king of the Huns. He was so called because he was brilliant as a star, and, like wormwood, he imbitter- ed everything ho touched. We have studied the Star of Bethlehem, and the Morning Star of Revelation and the Star of Peace, but my subject calls us to gaze at the star Wormwood, and my theme might be called “Brilliant Bitterness.” A more extraordinary character his tory does not furnish than this man At tila. the king of the Huns. The story goes that one day a wounded heifer came limping along through the fields, and a herdsman followed its bloody track on the grass to see where the heifer was wounded, and went on back, farther and farther, until he came to a sword fast in the earth, the point down ward, as though it had dropped from the heavens, and against thg edges of this sword the heifer had been cut. The herdsman pulled up that sword and presented it to Attila. Attila said that sword must have dropped from the heavens from the grasp of the god Mars, and its being given to him meant that Attila should conquer and govern the whole earth. Other mighty men have been delighted at being called lib erators or the Merciful or the Good, but Attila called himself and demanded that others call him “the Scourge of God.” At the head of 700,000 troops, mount ed on Cappadocian horses, he swept ev erything, from the Adriatic to the Black sea. He put his iron heel on Macedonia and Greece and Thrace. He made Milan and Pavia and Padua and Verona beg for mercy, which he bestowed not. The Byzantine castles, to meet his ruinous levy, jiut up at auction massive silver tables and vases of solid gold. When a city was captured by him, the inhabit ants w’ere brought out and put into three classes. The first class, those who could bear arms, must immediately en list under Attila or be butchered ; the second class, the beautiful women, were made captives to the Huns; the third class, the aged men and women, were robbed of everything and let go back to the city to pay a heavy tax. A niiKbt to the Earth. It was a common saying that the grass never grew where the hoof of At- tila’s horse had trod. His armies red dened the waters of the Seine and the Moselle and the Rhine with carnage and fought on the Catalonian plains the fiercest battle since the world stood— 300,000 dead left on the field. On and on until all those who could not oppose him with arms lay prostrate on their faces in prayer; then a cloud of dust was seen in the distance, and a bishop cried, “It is the aid of 0 ” and all the people took up the cry, It is the aid of God.” As the cloud of dust was blown aside the banners of re-enforcing armies marched in to help against At tila, “the Scourge of God. ” The most unimportant occurrences he nsed us a supernatural resource. After three months of failure to capture the city of Aquileia, when bis army hud given np the siege, the flight of a stork and her yoong from the tower of the city was taken by him as a sign that he was to capture the city, and his army, inspired with the same occurrence, resumed the siege and took the walls at a point from which the stork had emerged. So bril liant was the conqueror in attire that bis enemies could not look at him, but shaded their eyes or turned their heads. Slain on the evening of his marriage by his bride. Ildico, who was hired for the assassination, his followers bewailed him, not with tears, but with blood, cutting themselves with knives and lances. He was pnt into three coffins, the first of iron, the second of silver and the third of gold. He was buried by night, and into bis grave were poured the most valuable coins and precious stones, amounting to the wealth of s kingdom. The gravediggers and all those who assisted at the burial were massacred, so that it would never be known where so much wealth was en tombed. The Roman empire conquered the world, but Attila conquered the Roman empire. Ho was right in calling him self a scourge, but instead of being “the scourge of God” he was the sconrge of hell. Because of his brilliancy and bitter- ness, the commentators might well have supposed him to be the star Wormwood of the text. As the regions he devas tated were parts most opulent with fountains and streams and rivers, yon see how graphic my text is: “There fell S great star from heaven, bnrning as it were a lamp, and it fell upon the third part of the rivers, and upon the foun tains of waters, and the name of the star in called Wormwood.” ImbHtcred Live* Abont (Ja. Have yon ever thought how many imbittered lives there are all about ns, misanthropic, morbid, acrid, saturnine f The European plant from which worm wood is extracted, Artemisia abeinthi- nm, is a perennial plant, and all the year round it is ready to exude its oil, And in many human lives there is a per ennial distillation of acrid exptriences. Yea, there are some whose whole work is to shed a balefnl influence on others. There are Attilas of the home, Attilas of the social circle, Attilas of the church, Attilas of the state, and one- third of the waters of all the world, if not two-thirds the waters, are poisoned by the falling of the star Wormwood. It is not complimentary to human na ture that most men, as soon as they get great power, become overbearing. The more power men have the better, if their power be nsed for good. The less power men have the better, if they use it for evil. Birds circle round and round gud : - BWW i ssttm fotttid before they swoop tlpoii that which they are nimitig for. And if my discourse so far has been swinging round and rnuml, this moment it drops straight on your heart and asks the quesMon, Is your life a benediction to others cr an inibitterinent, a blessing or a curse, a balsam or a wormwood Y Some of yon, I know, are morning stars, and you are making the dawning life of your chil dren bright with gracious influences, and you are beaming upon all the open ing enterprises of philanthropic and Christian endeavor, and you are heralds of that day of gospelization which will yet flood all the mountains and valleys of our sin accursed earth. Hail, morn ing start Keep on shining with encour agement and-Christian hope! Some of yon are evening stars, and you are cheering the last days of old people, and though a cloud sometimes conies over you through the quernlous- ness or unreasonableness of your aged father and mother, it is only for a mo ment, and the star soon comes out clear again and is seen from all the balconies of the neighborhood. Tho old people will forgive your occasional shortcom ings, for they themselves several times lost their patience with you when you were young and perhaps whipped you when you did not deserve it. Hail, evening star I Hang on the darkening sky your diamond coronet. Wormwood In the Homo. But are any of yon the star Worm wood? Do yon scold and growl from the thrones paternal or maternal? Are your chililreu everlastingly pecked at? Are you always crying “Hush!” to the merry voices and swift feet, and to the laughter, which occasionally trickles through at wrong times, and is sup pressed by them until they can hold it no longer, and all the barriers burst in to unlimited guffaw and cachinnation, as in high weather the water has trickled through a slight opening in the milldam, but afterward makes wider and wider breach until it carries all be fore it with irresistible freshet? Do not be too much offended at the noise your children now make. It will be still enough when ono of them is dead. Then you would give your right hand to hear one shout from the silent voice, or one step from the still foot. You will not any of ycu have to wait very long be fore your house is stiller than you want it. Alas that there are so many homes not known to the Society for the Pre vent ion of Cruelty to Children, where children are whacked and cuffed and ear pulled, and senselessly called to or der, and answered sharply and sup pressed, until it is a wonder that under such processes they do not all turn out Nana Sahibs! What is your influence upon the neighborhood, tho town or the city of your residence ? I will suppose that you are a star of wit. What kind of rays do you shoot forth ? Do you use that splen did faculty to irradiate the world or to rankle it? I bless all the apostolic col lege of humorists. The man that makes me laugh is my benefactor. I do not tbunk anybody to make me cry. I can do that without any assistance. We all cry enough and have enough to cry about. God bless all skillful punsters, all reparteeiata, all propounders of in genious conundrums, all those who mirthfully surprise us with unusual juxtaposition of words. Thomas Hood -and Charles Dickens and Sydney Smith had a divine mission, an i so have their successois in these times. They stir into the acid beverage of life t ie saccharine. They make the cup of earthly existence, which is sometimes stale, effervesce and bubble. They placate animosities. They foster longevity. They slay follies and absurdities which all the sermons of all the pulpits cannot reach. But what use are you making of your wit ? Is it be smirched with profanity and unclean ness? Do yon employ it in amusement at physical defects for which the vic tims are not responsible ? Are your pow ers of mimicry used to put religion in contempt? Is it a bunch of nettlesome invective? Is it a bolt of unjust scorn? It it fun at others’ misfortune? Is it glee at their disappointment and de feat ? Is it bitterness put drop by drop into a cup? Is it like the squeezing of Artemisia absinthium into a draft already distastefully pungent? Then you are the star Wormwood. Yours is the fun of a rattlesnake trying how well it can sting. It is the fun of a hawk trying how quick it can strike out the eye of a dove. Star of Worldly Prosperity. But I will change this and suppose you are a star of worldly prosperity. Then you have large opportunity. You can encourage that artist by buying his picture. You can improve the fields, the stables, tho highway, by introducing higher ttyle of fowl and horse and cow and sheep. You can bless the world with pomological achievement in the orchard. You can advance arboriculture and ar rest the deathful destruction of the American forests. You can put a piece of sculpture into the niche of that pub lic academy. You can endow a college. You can stocking 1,000 bare feet from the winter frost. You can build a church. You can put a missionary of Christ on that foreign shore. You can help to ransom a world. A rich man with his heart right—can you tell me how much good a James Lenox or a George Peabody or a Peter Cooper or a William E. Dodge dhj while living or is doinj; now that he is dead. There is not a city, town or neighborhood that has not glorious specimens of conse crated wealtlj, But suppose you grind the face of the poor. Suppose, when a man’s wages are due, you make him wait for them be cause he cannot help himself. Suppose that, because his family is sick and he has had wtza expenses, be should po litely ask you to raise*his wages for this year, and you roughly tell him if be wants a better place to go and get it. Suppose, by your manner, you act as though he were nothing and you were everything. Suppose you are selfish and overbearing and arrogant. Your first name ought to be Attila and your last name Attila, hccaqse you are the star Wormwood and yon have imbittered one-third, if not three-thirds of the wa ters that roll past your employees and operatives and dependents and associ ates, ap4 the lo|ig line of carriages which the undertaker orders for your funeral in order to make the occasion respectable will be filled with twice as many dry, tearless eyes, as there are persons occupying them. You will be in this world but a few minutes. As compared with eternity, the stay of the longest life on earth is not more than a minute. What are we doing with that minute ? Are we imhittering the domes tic or social oi political fountains, or are we like Moses, who, when the Isrs^i- ites In tho wilderness complained that tho waters of Lake Marah were bitter, and they could not drink them, their leader cut off the branch of a certain tree and threw that branch into the water, and it becamo sweet and slaked the thirst of the suffering host? Are we with a brunch of the tree of life sweet ening all tho brackish fountains that we can touch? Dear Lord, send ns nil out on this mission. All around ns imbittered lives —imbittered by persecution, imbitter ed by hypercriticism, imbittered by pov erty, imbittered by pain, Imbittered by injustice, imbittered by sin. Why not go forth and sweeten them by smiles, by inspiring woids, by benefactions, by hearty counsel, by prayer, by gospelized behavior ? Let us remember that if we are wormwood to others we are worm- word to ourselves, and our life will be bitter and our eternity bitterer. The gospel of Jesus Christ is tho only sweet ening power that is sufficient. It sweet ens the disposition, it sweetens the man ners, it sweetens life, it sweetens mys terious providences, it sweetens afflic tions, it sweetens death, it sweetens ev erything. I have heard people asked in social company, “If you could have three wishes gratified, what would your three wishes be?” If I could have three wishes met, I tell you what they would be. First, more of the grace of God; second, more of the grace of God; third, more of the grace of God. The OverahadowinK Tree, In the dooryard of my brother John, once missionary in Amoy, China, there was a tree called the emperor tree, the two characteristics of which are that it always grows higher than its surround ings, and its leaves take the form of a crown. If this emperor tree oe planted beside a rosebush, it grows a little higher than the bush and spreads out above it a crown. If it be planted by the side of another tree, it grows a lit tle higher than that tree and spreads above it a crown. Would God that this religion of Christ, a more wonderful emperor tree, might overshadow all your lives! Are you lowly in ambition or circumstance, putting over you its crown; are you high in talent and posi tion, putting over you its crown? Oh, for more of the saccharin in our lives and less of the wormwood! What is true of individuals is true of nations. God sets them up to revolve as stars, but they may fall wormwood. Tyre—the atmosphere of the desert, fragrant with spices coming in cara vans to her fairs; all seas cleft into foam by the keels of her laden merchant men ; her markets rich with horses and camels from Togarmah; the bazaar filled with upholstery from Dcdan, with emerald and coral and agate from Syria, with mines from Helbon, with embroid ered work from Ashur and Cbilmad. Where now the gleam of her towers, where the roar of her chariots, where the masts of her ships? Let the fisher men who dry their nets whero once she stood, let the eea that rushes upon the barrenness vyhere once she challenged the admiration of all nations, let the barbarians who set their rude tents where once her palaces glittered, an swer the questions. She was a star, but by.her own sin turned to wormwood and baa fallen. Hundred gated Thebes—for all time to be the study of antiquarian and bieroglyphist. Her stupendous ruins spread over 27 miles, her sculptures presenting in figure of warrior and chariot the victories with which the now forgotten kings of Egypt shook the nations; her obelisks and columns; Kar- nak and Luxor, the stupendous temples of her pride! Who can imagine the greatness of Thebes in those days, when the hippodrome rang with her sports and foreign royalty bowed at bet shrines, and her avenues roared with tho wheels of processions in the wake of returning conquerors? What dashed down tho vision of chariots and temples and thrones? What hands pulled upon the columns of her glory? What ruth lessness defaced her sculptured wall and broke obelisks and left her indescribable temples great skeletons of granite? What spirit of destruction spread the lair of wild beasts in her royal sepul chers and taught the miserable cottag ers of today to build huts In the courts of her temples and sent desolation and ruin skulking behind the obelisks, and dodging among the sarcophagi, and leaning against the columns, and stoop ing under the arches, and weeping iq the waters which go mournfully by, as though they were carrying the tears of all ages ? Let the mummies break their long silence and come np to shiver in the desolation and point to fallen gates and shattered statues and defaced sculp ture, responding: “Thebes built not one temple to God. Thebes hated righteous ness and loved sin. Thebes was a etax. but she turned to wormwood and has fallen,” The Leaaon of Babylon'a Fall. Babylon, with her 250 towers and her brasen gates and her embattled walls, the splendor of the earth gathered with in her gates, her hanging gardens built by Nebuchadnezzar to please his bride, Amytis, who had been brought up in a fnountainons country and could not en dure the flat country arounJ Babylon. These banging gardens built terrace above terrace, till at the height of 400 feet there were woods waving and foun tains playing, the verdure, the foliage, the glory, looking as if a mountain were on the wing. On the tiptop a king walk ing with his queen among the statue*, snowy white, looking up at birds brought from distant lands and drink ing cut of tankards of solid gold or lock ing off over rivers and lakes upon na tions subdued and tributary, crying, “Is not this great Babylon which l have built r What battering ram smote the walls? What plowshare upturned the gardens? What army shattered the brazen gates? What long, fierce blast of storm put out this light which illuminated the world? What crash of discord drove down the music that poured from pal ace window and garden grove and called the banqueter* to their revel and the dancers to their feet ? I walk upon the scene of desolation to find an answer and pick np pieces of bitumon and brick and broken pottery, tho remains qf Babylon. I hear the wild waves say ing: *'Babylon was proud. Babylon was impure. Btbylon was a rtur. but by sin she txirned to wormwood and has fallen.” From the persecutions of the pilgrim fathers and the Huguenots in other lands God set upon these shores a na tion- The council fires of the aborigines went ont in the greater light of a free government. Tho sound of the war- whoop was exchanged for tho thousand wheels of enterprise and progress. Thu Royal t Absolutely'Pure Absolutely 'Pure Makes the food more delicious and wholesome WOYAl BAKING POWDtW CO., NEW VOWK. mild winters, the fruitful summers, the healthful skies, charmed from other lands a race of hardy men, who loved God and wanted to bo free. Before tho woodman’s ax forests fell and rose again into ships’ masts and churches’ pillars. Cities on the bunks of lakes be gun to rival cities by tho sea. Tho land quakes with tho rush of the rail car, and tho waters aro churned white with tho steamer’s wheel. Fabulous bushels of western wheat meet on tho way fab ulous tons of eastern coal. Fnrs from the north puss on tho rivers fruits from the south. And trading in the same market aro Maine lumberman and South Carolina rico merchant and Ohio farmer and Alaska fur dealer. And churches and schools and asylums scat ter light and love and mercy and salva tion upon 70,000,000 of people. An OitdiulNtlti View. I pray that our nation may not copy the crimes of nations that have per ished; that 1 oUr cupof blessing turn not to wormwood and we go down. I am by nature and by grace an optimist, iflld I expect that this country will con tinue to advance until tho world shall reach the millennial era. Our only safety is in righteousness toward God and justice toward man. If we forget tho goodness of the Lord to this land and break his Sabbaths, and improve not by the dire disasters that have again and again come to us as a people, and we learn saving lesson neither from civil war nor raging epidemic, nor drought, nor mildew, nor scourge of locust and grasshopper; if the political corruption which has poisoned the foun tains of public virtue and beslimed the high places of authority, making free government at times a hissing and a byword in all the earth; if the drunk enness and licentiousness that stagger and blaspheme in the streets of our great cities, as though they were reach ing after the fame of a Corinth and a Sodom, are not repented of, we will yet see the smoke of our nation’s ruin. The pillars of our national and state capitols will fall more disastrously than when Samson pulled down Dagon, and future historians will record upon the page bedewed with generous tears tho story that the free nation of the west arose in splendor which made the world stare. It had magnificent possibilities; it for got God; it hated justice; it hugged its crimes; it halted on its high march; it reeled under the blow of calamity; it fell, and as it was going down all the despotisms of earth from the top of bloody thrones began to shout: “Aha! So would we have it!” while strug gling and oppressed peoples looked out from dungeon bars, with tears and groans and cries of untold agony, the scorn of those and tho woe of these, uniting in the exclamation: “Look yonder 1 ‘There fell a great star from heaven, bnrning as it were a lamp, and it fell upon the third part of the rivers and upon the fountains of waters, and the name of the star is called Worm wood 1’ ” Hnrklcn'g Arnica Halve. 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It shows these rnagia Words: “This in the proper time for ladies to remove their hats.” “CSivo me a liver regulator find"I can regulate the world/’ said a genius. The druggist handed him a bottle of D-witl’s Little Early Risers, the fa mous little pills, Cherokee Drug Co., (•atlney, 8. O., and R. S. Withers, Blacksburs, S. C. A Massachusetts farmer is being sued for sneezing so loud on the pub lic highway as to cause the plaintiff’s horse to run away. For a quick remedy and one that is perfectly safe for children let us recommend One Minute Cough Cure, It is excellent for croup, hoarseness, tickling in the throat and coughs. Cherokee Drug Co., Gaffney 8. C., and It. 8. Withers, Blacskburg 8, C. It is rumored that General Joe \\ heeler will be made a brigadier general in the regular army and will be sent to Manila. J. Sheer, Sedalia, Mo., conductor on electric street car line, writes that his little daughter was very low with croup, and her life saved after all physicians had failed, only by using One Minute Cough Cure. Cherokee Drug Co.. Gaffney, 8. C., and It. S. Withers, Blacksburg. 8. C. In Japan a man can live a gentle man for about $250 a year. This sum will pay the rent of a house, tho salaries of two servants, and sup ply plenty of food. As the season of tho year when pneumonia, la grippe, sore throat, coughs, colds, catarrh, bqnchitis and lung troubles are to be guarded against, nothing “is a line substitute,” will “answer the purpose,” or is ‘ just as good” as Ono Minute Cough Cure, that is the one infallible remedy for ail lung, throat or bron chial troubles. Insist vigorously upon having it if “something else” is offered you. Cherokee DrugCo,, Gaff ney, S. C., andR. 8. Withers, Blacks burg, S. C. Itrcste with you whether yon rcnUnue tbs niTve-killmg tobacco habit. NO-TU-BAC " remove* the t't birc for tob&cco, wttlc, out nervous tiistresg. exitelsaico-^ tine, punhes tho blood, re- stores lovt luanhobd.^sFkAl Mlboxes makes you : trohK^»«T am mm in health, nerTo^6$F3kl lya^^^ASescurmPBuy enu pocket-^, T»-BAC from —“ l>''your own druerpist. who will vouch for ue. Take it with will, pati-ntly, persistently Ono ^ box. »l Usually cures; S boltse, $i.M, , PtiArsnteed to cure, or we refund money, bterha: KeaeSyCo., tb!c»co, UmUmI, Mew lerk. hook. Real Estate For Sale. For sale, on liberal terms, five tracts of land adjoining Limestone property. Tracts vary in acre ape from lOv; to 70 3-10. Also eiplit lots of the hotel property at Limestone. Excellent, building ^Itos hikI cheap. The old hotel and lot Is also for sale. Apply to R. O. Hams. Thos. H. Hcti.kk. BUTLER Henry K. Osborns & OSBORNE, A'rroiA jv ec yk-at-Iv Aw. Gaffney, S. C. Very careful and prompt attention given to all business entrusted to us. vtr-v ractice iu all the courts. 1 Don’t Want a Cent of your money unless you get value received for it. For that reason I am always glad to have you look around the store and learn how much better you can do here than anywhere else, FOR MY GROCERIES, CIGARS AND TOBACCO are equal, if not superior, to those of any merchant in the city and the prices tire invariably right. New goods constantly arriv ing- Spend your dollars and cents with me and I guarantee you will always bo satisfied. AViiltei' The GJney City Land and ImproYemtnl Company Offers for sale Building Lots In this flourishing town, Gaffney City; Also Farms near by and In reach of tho Schools of Limestone Springs and of this place, in lots of from 30 to 100 acres on litierul time rales; also Agricultural Lands to rent for Farm pur poses. i or full particulars apply to J. V. N. B.—All tresspassing on landsof this company, cutting and removing timber, fishing or bunting, are lorblddcti under penalty of law. Building and Plastering Lime, Coal, Shingles,and Plas ter Hair, Dynamite, Blasting Powder, Fuse and Dyna mite Caps, call on THE LIMESTONE SPRINGS LIME WORKS, 'Telephone 57 CARROLL & CO., Lessees Say flister! Folks in Manilla can't trade With me now, but you can. Do you know where 1 •un at? I’m on Factory 11111, near theO. K. & C. R. R. New Store House, A new and well selected stock of Heavy and Fancy Groceries At Prices Lower than Ever Before! 1 guarantee every accomo dation |M>sNthlc and appre ciate your business. V* V Respectfully, J. te. iYLrl^XiYTNiyivK.