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Many a school girl is said to .JSk be lazy and shiftless when she doesn’t deserve the least bit of it. She can’t study, easily falls asleep, is nervous and tired ail the time. And what can you ex pect? Her brain is being fed v/ith impure blood and her w hole system is suffering from poisoning. Such girls are wonder fully helped and greatly changed, by taking m fi »... Hundreds of thousands of schoolgirls have taken it during the past 50 years. Many of these girls now have homes of their own. They remember what ► ipoiaiDiy rucinve, write me Uui ter freely. You will recf i.e a prompt re- ? J | ply. without cost. Address, . Dk.J.C.AYEK. Lowell, Mai*. S' t cured them, and now K they give the same medi- ► cine to theirown children, y You can afford to trust a J Sarsaparilla that has been m tested for half a century. K J5.03 a bottle. All drugtltU. If your bowels are consli- pated take Ayer’s Pills. You T can’t Iiave good health unless you have daily action of the f, bowels. 25 cts. a bo*. L* “ One box of Ayer’s I'ills cured my f dyf-pensia.” L.D. Cabdwill. I' Jan. 12,1S99. Hath, N. V. & Wrffe f/ie Ooolor. k If you liavu auy complaint whatever f and dei-lrc tin- beat medical advice /ou | ran possibly roceive, write the do.’tor ATTUNED TO CHRIST. ALL NATURE JOINS IN SINGING HI8 PRAISES. Plain Facts. T will sell you for cash any thing in n:v lino consisting of Dry (loods, .Notions, Shoes, Hals, Groceries, Shelf Haul- ware, and almost anything car ried in a general store, as cheap as any house in the cite. When in need of goods see my prices. Yours to please, I. M. PEELER. D. K.Dunciui. C. 1*.Bunders. \V.8. Hall. Jr. DUSCAK, SANDERS k HALL, Attorneys-at-Lavv. Office ovi i- J. J{. 'J'ollfc.son’s & Co ’s Store. r l mis. li. lirTLi.it. HKNl’.Y K. < KtJOitNK BUTLER & OSBORNE, LAWYERS. Prompt attention ni'i-n all business en- trusted to us. Nnlarj Public in office. J.Cnonan Wai.i.acl. j. 0'ounkj.ics Otxs. WALLACE & OTTS, LAWYERS. All business intrusted to us. Riven prompt and vIrotus atu-ntion. Office up stairs, next to H. A. Jones & ('<». 'Phone 87. C. JEFFERIES 4- GAFFNEY, S. C. Coinint-rejul Law. Corporation Law It cal Ms la to Law. Money to loan on approved security. JAMJvH A. Attorney-at-Law, O AKiyjSISY. t^. o. Money to loan on Real Estate. Office over It. A. Jones & Co.’s store. HARDIN & MCWHORTER, toi*nc\v« tit GAFFNEY, - - S. C. Money to loan on city real estate. Office over it. A. Jones A Co.’s Store. J. E. WEBSTER. AAitoi’iie^v-AJ> T^sxWf Officeln Court House. (Probate'Judge sotfice Gaffney City, S. C. Practices in ail the courts. Collec* tions a specially f Rutledge St. Smith Shop. T can do your shoeing, tire settiliK, wheel oilinit. Vehicles and implements repaired and painted, i v j fi i you to-rive me a trial. Lame — w- * a * ■ v horses ami mules examined free for all patrons. Your f » w r w111 1 ^ ou value. Yours lor pleasantness, w. 'j'. 'moMi'soN. A. N. WOOD, BANKER, docs a general Hanking and Exchange busincHS. Well secured with Burglar* Proof safu and Automatic Time Lock. Hafety Deposit Boxes at moderate rent. Buys and sells mocks undBonda. Buys County and School Claims. Your bull nsss solloitsd. Hev. I>r. TnlinuKe Saya Tlmt Every- tljlnu llriKht unil ISenullful Suu- lieats Him—Power of the Hymn n« n Cradle Souk. Wasiiinutox, April 1.—In this dis course Dr. Talmage shows, how Christ brings hannony and melody into ev ery life that he enters; text, Psalm cxviil, 14, “The Lord Is my strength and song.” The most fascinating theme for a heart properly atti.ned is the Saviour. There is something in the morning light to suggest him and something iu the evening shadow to speak his praise. The flower breathes him, the stars shine him, the cascade proclaims him, all the voices of nature chant him. Whatever is grand, bright and beautiful, if you only listen to it, will speak his praise. So, when iu the sum mer time I pluck a flower, I think of him who is “the Hose of Sharon and the Lily of the Valley.” When 1 see in the lields a lamb, I say, “Behold the Lamb of God that taketh.away tbe si:i of the world.” When, in very hot weather, I come under a projecting cliff, I say: Rock of a"cs, cleft Mr mo, Lot r.ic hide myself iu thee! Over the old fashioned pulpits there was a sounding board. The voice of the minister rose to the sounding board and then was struck bac k again upon the ears of the people. And so the 10,000 voices of earth rising up liud the heavens a sounding board which strikes back to the car of all the na tions the praises of Christ. The heav ens tell his glory, and the earth shows his handiwork. The Bible thrills with one great story of redemption. Upon a blasted and faded paradise it poured the light of glorious restoration. It looked upon Abraham from the ram caught in the thicket. It spoke in the bleating of the herds driven down to Jerusalem for sacrifice. It put in finite pathos into the speech of un couth lishermen. It lifted Paul into the third heaven, and it broke upon the c ar of St. John with the brazen trump ets and the doxology of the elders and the rushing wings of the seraphim. Instead of waiting until you get sick and worn out before you sing the praise of Christ, while your heart is happiest and your step is lightest and your fortunes smile and your pathway blossoms and the overarching heavens drop upon you their bonedietiou. speak the praises of Jesus. The old Greek orators, when they saw their audiences inattentive and slumbering, bad one word with which they would rouse them up to the great est enthusiasm. In the midst of their orations they would stop and cry out “Marathon!” and the people’s enthu siasm would be unbounded. My bear ers, though you may have been borne down with sin and though trouble and trials and temptation may have come upon you and you feel today hardly like looking up, methlnks there Is one grand, royal, imperial word that ought to rouse your soul to infinite rejoicing, and that word is “Jesus!” 'file Cradle Soutr. Taking the suggestion of the text, 1 shall speak to you of Christ cur Song. 1 remark, iu the first place, that Christ ought to be the cradle song. What our mothers sang to us when they put us to sleep is singing yet. We may have forgotten the words, but they went in to the fiber of our soul and will for ever be a part of it. It is not so much what you formally teach your children as what you sing to them. A hymn has wings and can fly everywhither. One hundred and fifty years after you are dead aud “Uhl Mortality” has worn out his chisel reeutting your name on the tombstone your great-grandchil dren will be singing the song which last night you snug to your little ones gathered about your knee. There is a place in Switzerland where, if you dis tinctly utter your voice, there come back 10 or 13 distinct echoes, and ev ery Christian song sung by a mother iu the car of her child shall have 10,- 000 echoes coming back from all the gates of heaven. Oh, if mothers oply knew the power of this sacred spell how' much ofteuer the little ones would be gathered aud all our homes would chime with the songs of Jesus! We want some counteracting inllu- eueo upon our children. The very mo ment your child steps into the street he steps into the path of temptation. There are foul mouthed children who would like to besoil your little cues. It will not do to keep your boys and girls In the house aud make them house plants. They must have fresh air and recrcutiou. God save your children from the scathing, blasting, damning influence of the street! I know of no counteracting influence but the power of Christian culture aud ex ample. Hold before your little ones the pure life of Jesus. Let that name he the word that shall exorcise evil from their hearts. Give to your in- structiou all the fascination of music morning, noon and night. Let it be Jesus, the cradle song. This is Impor tant if your children grow up, hut pei- haps they may not. Their pathway may be short. Jesus may be wanting that child. Then there will be a sound less step in the dwelling, and the youthful pulse will begin to flutter, and the little hands will be lifted for help. You cannot help. And a great agony will pinch at your heart, and Hie cradle will he empty, and the nursery will be empty, and the world will be empty, and your soul will be empty. No little feet standing on the stairs. No toys scattered on the ear- pit. No quick following from room to room. No strange and wondering ques tions. No upturned face, witli laugh ing blue eyes, come for a kiss, but on ly a grave and a wreath of white blos soms on the top of it and bitter deso lation and a sighing at nightfall, with no one to put to bed. The heavenly Hhepherd will take that lamb safely, anyhow, whether you have been faith ful or unfaithful. But would It not have been pleasanter if you could have heard from those lips the praises of Christ? 1 never read anything more beautiful than tills about a child's de parture. The account said, “Khc fold ed her hands, kissed her mother good- by, sang her hymn, turned her face to the wall, said her little prayer and then died.” Good TtdiuKa of Joy, Ob, If I could gather up lu one bunt- grupu me last words of ttie little ones who have gone out from all these Christian circles and 1 could picture the calm looks and the folded hands and sweet departure methiuks it would be grand and beautiful as one of heav en’s great doxologies! In my parish in Philadelphia a little child was depart ing. She had been sick all her days and a cripple. It was noonday when she wont, aud as the shadow of death gathered ou her eyelid she thought it was evening and time to go to bed, and so she said: “Good night, papa! Good night, mamma!” And then she was gone! It was “good night” to pain and “good night” to tears and “good night” to death and “good night” to earth, but it was “good morning” to Jesus; it was “good morn ing” to heaven. I can think of no cradle song more beautiful than Jesus. I next speak of Christ as the old man’s song. Quick music loses its Charm for the aged ear. The school girl asks for a schottish or a glee, hut her grandmother asks for “Balerma” or the “Portuguese Hymn.” Fifty years of trouble have tamed the spirit, and the keys of the music board must have a solemn tread. Though the voice may be tremulous, so that grand father will not trust it in church, sii!l he has the psalm book open before him, and he sings with Ids soul. lie hums his grandchild asleep with the same tune he sang 40 years ago iu the old country meeting house. I was one Thanksgiviug day iu my pulpit in Syracuse, aud Hev. Daniel Waldo at D8 years of age stood be side me. The choir sang a tune. I said: “I am sorry they sang that new tune. Nobody seems to know It.” “Bless you, my sou,” said the old man, “I heard that 70 years ago!” There was a song today that touch ed the life of the aged with holy lire and kindled a glory on their vision that your younger eyesight cannot see. It was the song of salvation—Jesus, who fed them all their lives long; Je sus, who wiped away their tears; Jesus, who stood by them when all else fail ed; Jesus, in whose name their mar riage was consecrated and whose res urrection has injured light upon the graves of their departed. “Do you know me?” said the wife to her aged husband who was dying, his mind al ready having gone out. He said, “No.” And the sou said, “Father, do you know me?” He said, “No.” The daughter said, “Father, do you know me?” He said, “No.” The minister of the gospel, standing by, said, “Do you know Jesus?” “Ob, yes,” be said; “I know him, ‘chief among 10,000, the one altogether lovely!’” Blessed the Bible in which spectacled old age reads the promise, “I will never leave you, never forsake you!” Blessed the staff ou which the wornout pilgrim totters on toward the welcome of bis Redeem er! Blessed the hymn book in which the faltering tongue and the failing eyes find Jesus, the old man’s song! When my mother hud been put away for the resurreetiou. we, the children, came to the old homestead, aud each one wanted to take away a memento of her who had loved us so long and loved us so well. I think I took away the be: t of all Hie mementos. It was tbe old fashioned, round glass spec tacles, through which she used to read her Bible, and I put them on, but they were too old for me, and I could not see across’the room. But through them I could see back to childhood and for ward to the hills of heaven, where Hie ankles that were stiff with age have become limber again, and the spirit, with restored eyesight, stands in rapt exultation, crying, “This is heaven!” Sinu Hie I'rulHCM. I speak to you again of Jesus as the night song. Job speaks of him who giveth songs in the night. John Welch, the old Scotch minister, used to put a plaid across his bed ou cold nights, aud some one asked him why he put that there. He said: “Oh, sometimes in the night 1 want to sing the praise of J -sus and to get down and pray; then I just take that plaid and wrap it around me to keep myself from the cold.” Songs in the night! Night of trouble lias come down upon many of you. Commercial losses put out one star, slanderous abuse puts out another star, domestic bereavement baa put out a thousand lights, and gloom has been added to gloom and chill to chill and sting to sting, and one midnight has seemed to borrow the fold from another midnight to wrap Itself in more unbearable darkness, but Christ has spoken peace to your heart, aud you sing. J(-r.s, lover of my soul, Let me to tliy bosom fly, While the billows near me roll, While (lie tempest still is high. Hide in*. O my Saviour! Hide Till the storm of life is tuct, Kate into the haven guide; OU, receive my soul at last. Bongs In the night! Songs In the night! For the sick, who have no one to turn the hot pillow, no one to put the taper on the stand, no one to put lee on the temples or pour out the soothing anodyne or utter one cheer ful word—yet songs In the night! For the poor, who freeze In the winter's cold and swelter In the Rummer’s heat and munch the hard crusts that bleed the sore gums and shiver under blan kets that cannot any longer be patched and tremble because rent day Is come and ‘.hey may be set out ou the side walk and looking Into the starved face of the child and seeing famine there and death there, coining home from the bakery and saying lu the presence of the little famished ones, “Oh, my God, flour has gone up!" Yet songs in : the night! Songs in the night! For | the widow who goes to got the back j pay of h<*r husband, slain by the i “sharpshooters,” and knows it Is the last help she will have, moving out of a comfortable home lu desolation, ; <l"ath turning baek from the exhaust- i lug cough and the pale cheek and the lusterless eye and n fusing all relief. Yet songs in the night! Hongs in the night! For the soldier in the field hos pital, no surgeon to bind up the gun shot fracture, no water for the hot Ups, no kind hand to brush away the files from the fresh wound, no one to take the loving farewell, the greaniug of others poured Into his own groan, the blasphemy of others plowing up his own spirit, the condensed bitterness of dying away from home among stran gers. Yet songs iu the night! Songs Di the night! “Ah,” said one dying soldier, “tell my mother that last night there was not one cloud between my soul aud Jesus!” Songs in the night! Songs lu the night! liscuL Hit* Silence. Tlds Sabbath day came. From the altars or lo.uoo churches has smoted up the savor of sacrifice. Ministers of the gospel preached lu plain Hnglisli, hi broad Scotch, in (lowing Italian, In harsh Choctaw’. God’s people assem bled in Hindoo temple and Moravian church and Quaker meeting house and sailors’ bethel and king's chapel and high towered cathedral. They sang, and the song floated off amid the spice groves or struck the Icebergs or floated off into tbe western pines or was drowned iu the clamor of the great cities. Lumbermen sang it and the factory girls and the children iu the Sabbath class and the trained choirs iu great assemblages. Trappers with tbe same voice with which they shouted yesterday in the stag hunt and mariners with throats that only a few days ago sounded iu the hoarse blast of the sea hurricane, they sang it. One theme for the sermons. One bur den for the song. Jesus for the invo- catiou. Jesus for the Scripture lesson. Jesus for the baptismal font. Jesus for the sacramental cup. Jesus for toe benediction. But the day has gone. It rolled away on swift wheels of light aud love. Again the churches are lighted. Tides of people again set ting down the streets. Whole fami lies coming up the church aisle. We must have one more service. What shall we preach? What shall we read? Let it bo Jesus, everybody says; let it be Jesus. We must have one more song. What shall it be, children? Aged men and women, what shall it be? Young men and maidens, what shall it be? If you dared to break the silence of this auditory, there would come up thousands of quick and jubilant voices, crying out: “Let it be Jesus! Jesus! Jesus!” We sing his birth—the barn that sheltered him, the mother that nursed him, the cattle that fed beside him, the angels that woke up the shepherds, shaking light over the midnight hills. We sing his ’ministry—the tears he wiped away from the eyes of the or phans, the lame men that forgot their crutches, the damsel who from the bier bounded out into tbe sunlight, her locks shaking down over the flushed cheek, the hungry thousands who broke the broad as it blossomed into larger loaves, that miracle by which a boy with live loaves and two fishes be came the sutler of a whole army. We sing his sorrows—his stone bruised feet, bis aching heart, his mountain loneliness, his desert hunger, his storm pelted body, the eternity of anguish that shot through bis last moments and the immeasurable ocean of tor ment that heaved up against his cross iu one foaming, wrathful, omnipotent surge, the sun dashed out and the dead, shroud wrapped, breaking open their sepulchers and rushing out to see what was the matter. We sing his res urrection—the guard that could not keep him, the sorrow of his disciples, the clouds piling up on either side in pillared splendors as he went through, treading the pathless air, higher and higher, until he came to the foot of the throne, and all heaven kept Jubilee at the return of the conqueror. Oh, Is there any song more appropriate for a Sabbath night than this song of Jesus? Let the pussersby iu the street bear it; let the angels of God carry it amidst the thrones. Sound It out through the darkness: Jesus the night song, appro priate for any hour, but especially sweet and beautiful aud blessed on a Sabbath night. fIverluNtinK Mimic. I say once more Christ is the ever lasting song. The very best singers sometimes get tired; the strongest throats sometimes gets weary, aud many who sang very sweetly do not sing now, but 1 hope by the grace of God we will after awhile go up and sing the praises of Christ where we will never be weary. You know there are some songs that are especially ap propriate for the home circle. They stir the soul, they start the tears, they turn the heart iu on Itself and keep sounding after the tune has stopped, like some cathedral bell which, long after the tap of the brazen tongue lias erased, keeps throbbing on the air. Well, it will be a home song In heaven; ail the sweeter because those who sang with us in the domestic circle on earth shall Join that great harmony: Jerusalem, my happy home, Nairn ever dear to me; When shall my labors have an end In jo\ and peare In thee? On earth we sang harvest songs as ♦he wheat came Into the barn and tbe barracks were filled. You know there Is no such time on a farm as when they get the crops In, and so In heav en it will be n harvest song ou the part of those who on earth sowed In tears and reaped in Joy. Lift up your heads, j'c everlasting gatis. and let the sheaves come In! Angels shout all through the heavens, and multitudes come down the hills crying: “Harvest home! Harvest home!” There is nothing more bewitching to one’s ear than the song of sailors far out at sea, whether in day or night, as they pull away at the ropes—not much souse often In the words they utter, but the music is thrilling. So the song in heaven will be a sailor’s song. They were voyagers once and thought they could never get to shore, and before they could got things snug aud trim the cyclone struck them. But now they are safe. Once they went with dam aged rigging, guns of distress booming through the storm, but the pilot came aboard, and he brought them into the harbor. Now they sing of the break ers past, the llghthocses that showed them where to sail, the pilot that took them through the straits, the eternal shore ou which they landed. Aye, it will he the children’s song. You know very well that the vast ma jority of our race die in infancy, and it is estimated that sixteen thousand mil lions of the little ones are standing be fore God. When they shall rise up about the throne to sing, the millions mid the millions of the little ones- all, that will be music for you! These played in the streets of Babylon and Thebes; these plucked lilies from the foot of Olivet while Christ was preach ing about them; these w/uled In Blloam; these were victims of Herod’s massacre; these were thrown to croco diles or Into the lire; these came up from Christian homes, and these were foundlings on the city commons—chil dren everywhere in nil that land, chil dren In the towers, children ou the sens of glass, children on the battlements. Ah, If you do nut like children do not go there! A Clrnud Cliorua. The Christian singers and composers of all ages will bo there to Join in that song. Thomas Hustings will be there. Lowell Mason will be there. Beethoven and Mozart will be there. They who sounded the cymbals aud the trumpets in tho ancient temples will be there. The 40,000 harpers that stood at the ancient dedication Will be there. The 200 singers that assisted on that day will be there. Patriarchs who lived amid thrashing floors, eheplierds who watched amid Chaldean hills, proph ets who walked, with long beards aud coarse apparel, pronouncing woe against ancient abominations, will meet the more, recent martyrs who went up with leaping cohorts of lire, and some will speak of the Jesus of whom they prophesied and others of the Jesus for whom they died. Oh, what a song! It came to John upon Patmos, it came to Calvin lu the pris on, it dropped to Ridley in the fire, and sometimes that song has come to your ear perhaps, for I really do think It sometimes breaks over tbe battlements of heaven. A Christian woman, the wife of a minister of the gospel, was dying iu tho parsonag^near the old church, where ou Saturday ulght the choir used to assemble aud rehearse for the following Sabbath, aud she said: “How strangely sweet the choir rehearses to night. They have been rehearsing there for an hour.” “No,” said some one about her, “the choir is not re hearsing tonight.” “Yes,” she said, “1 know they are. I hear them sing. How very sweetly they sing.” Now, li was not a choir of earth that she heard, but the choir of heaven. I think that Jesus sometimes sets ajar the door of heaven, and a passage of that rapture greets our ears. Tho minstrels of heaven strike such a tre mendous strain the walls of jasper cannot hold it. I wonder—and this is a question T have been asking myself all the serv ice—will you sing that song? Will I sing it? Not unless our sins are par doned and we learn now to sing the praise of Christ will we ever sing It there. The first great concert that I ever attended was in New York, when Julien iu the Crystal palace stood be fore hundreds of singers aud hun dreds of players upon instruments. Borne of you may remember that occa sion. It was tbe first one of tbe kind at which I was present, and I shall never forget it. 1 saw that one man standing and with the hand and foot wield that great harmony, beating the time. It was to me overwhelming. But, oh, the grander scene when they shall come from the east and from tho west and from the north and from the south, “a great multitude that no man can number,” Into the temple of the skies, host beyond host, rank be yond rank, gallery above gallery, aud Jesus will stand before that great host to conduct the harmony with his wounded hands and his wounded feet! Like the voice of many waters, like the voice ot mighty thuuderiugs, the.' shall cry: “Worthy is the Lamb that was slain to receive blessing and rich es aud honor and glory and power, world without end. Amen and amen!” Oh, if my ear shall hear no other sweet sounds may I hear that! If I Join no other glad assemblage, may I Join that. I was reading of the battle of Agin- court In which Henry V figured, and It Is said after the battle was won, gloriously won, the king wanted to ac knowledge tbe divine Interposition, aud he ordered the chaplain to read the Psalm of David, and when he came to the words, “Not unto us, O Lord, hut to thy name he the praise,” the king dismounted, and all the cavalry dis mounted, and all tho great host, offi cers and men, threw themselves on their faces. Oh, at the story of the Saviour's love and the Saviour’s deliv erance shall we not prostrate ourselves before him today, hosts of earth and hosts of heaven, falling upon our faces and crying, “Not unto us, not unto us, but unto thy name be the glory!” “Un til the day break and the shadows flee away, turn our beloved and be thou like a roe or a young hart upon the mountains of Bother.” ICopyright. 19C0. b* Louis Klopsch.] Itullding. The wet weather of this spring has kept back many buildings of magni tude which have been waiting for a good time to build. But, from now on, Gaffney is likely to have a resi dence building boom, the like of which has not occurred in the city before. Last week L. Baker took contracts to build three first class residences, and is working on plans for quite a number of others which will be built as soon us the plans are perfected. The ones already contracted for are, a six room cottage for NY. 1). Thomas, on Victoria avenue ; ten room dwell ing for II. Fay Gaffney, on Grenard street, and a six room cottage forJ. C. Jefferies, on Grenard street. All of these buidings are to be located on desirable lots on prominent streets, and will have all modern convenien ces. Mr. Baker also has tho contract for making large and attractive addi tions to Mr. W. II. Gooding’s already pretty home on Logan street. ’ VV. If. Shipman, Beardsley, Minn., under oath, says he suffered from dys pepsia for twenty-five years. Doc tors and dieting gave but lit» (» relief. Finally lie used Kodol D><qupsia Cure and now eats what he likes and as much as he wants, and he feels like a new man. It digests what you eat. Cherokee Drug Co. Business failures in Great Britain during 189!) were 8,G(XX>. against 8,895 in 1898. _ “I think DeWitt’s Little Karly Risers are the best pills in the world,” says VV. E. Lake, Happy Cjeck, Va. They remove all obstructions of the liver and bowels, act quickly and never gripe. Cherokee Drug (Jo. N‘-xt to love, sympathy is the di- vinest passion of the human heart.— Burke. H. Clark, Chauucy, Ga., says De- Witt’s Witch Hazel Halve cured him of the piles that had afilicted him for twenty years. It is also a speedy cure for skin diseases. Bev are of dangerous counterfeits. Cherokee Drug Co. Last year 4,700,000 cubic yards of material was dredged out of the Du luth-Superior harbor. Cleanse the liver, purify the blood, Invigorate tho body by using De- Witt’s Little Early Risers. These famous little pills always act prompt ly. Cherokee Drug Co, Hurglarte*. Last Thursday night, between 11 and 4 o’clock, burglars entered the residence of Mr. Newton Jones in the eastern part of Gaffney and stole ij'IG.OO from a purse in his pocket, his clothes being in a chair in tlnee feet of his bed where he was sleeping. They also took all the cooked vict uals in the house, and a quantity of fresh beef, leaving no clue by which they could be followed. The en trance was made through a window in the cook room. A night or two before Ed. Dur ham’s bicyle repair shop was broken into and robbed of of quite a quan tity of tools and material. No clue was found which could be followed up. In addition to the above, Cant. J. B. Bell’s residence was entered by the use of a false key, last Friday night, and about .1*300 (X) taken from the p« c cet of his parts which were in his bed room. AfUr securing the pants the thieves took them out on the hack piazza and left them. So far as we know, nothing has oocurred to indicate who tbe burg lars are, or that is likely to lead to their discovery. I‘anlone.1. Arthur Green, a young white man who piead guilty of larcency at the fall term of court last year, and was sentenced to twelve months on the county chain gang, has been pardoned by the Governor, and was released Saturday. It has been stated that Green was pardoned on a petition signed by all the county officers, a large number of citizens, and a re quest from Judge Buchanan ami Ho- Heitor Sease. Solicitor Sea^e does not belong to this circuit, the peti tion was not signed by the officers of Cherokee county, and we have not been able to see a man who even saw it. Salt-Mlity. The following property was sold by Sheriff Thomas yesterday under i.r- j tiers from court: In the case of Lucy Wood vs Charles G. Black, et al, three-fourths of an acre in Blacksburg to M. M. Freeman, for $80.60. In the case of Charles G. Black vs Andy Black, et al, one-quarter of an acre in Blacksburg to M. M. Free man, for $50.00. In the case of A. E. Gunthorp, et al, vs Edgar Gunthorp, et al. one- half acre in Blacksburg, to T. B. But ler lor $86 00. J. I. Carson, Prothonotary, Wash ington, I’a., says, ‘ I have found Ko dol Dyspepsia Remedy Cure an ex cellent remedy in ciu-’e of stomach trouble, and have derived great bene fit from its use.” It digests what you eat vnd cannot fail to cure. , Cherokee Drug Co. Once £i 'JFriiil. A £t Ou&tomcr For till* hi >1 fii Huff, For’., phone A• t. !<’!. or <\i jf on 2 H ; • £•> r « r*. g- . \ * ff. 1 ; D’vi; l Ui b»i iiHUDort'-j ti? UUi FAVORITE Barber Shop. The Newest ami Rest la town All the latest styles in Ilttir* Sfitivlnje mid ^liasji jjooinjjf done in nil up-to-date manner. (Jive me a trial and fle satisfied. Hair Out, 1.V-. .shave, lee. Shampoo. 13c. ZED. F. HOPE, Sole Prop. Next door to Reason & Holland. Itno Rid. Rid. Rid. and a lot Sweet Rickies Sour Cucumber Rickies K rant (’reserves and Apple Hatter Send us your orders for what you want. * Parlor Grocerj * SPARKS & HUMPHRIES. Phone 79. Look Here, Good People of Gaffney. We are not running for any office, hut we arc running a first-class MEAT MARKET and will jrive you satisfaction in Reef, I'ork and Sausaa'c or refund the money. We have made a’-ramrements for some Western dressed hocf which will he in t his week. Come, send or phone to our mar ket and p'ct some of it. and in' convinced that we handle the hest meat in town. Rhone No. 51. Yours for good meats. CLARY & Small grain ilitii hud been able to withetand the cold of winter is look ing very well. Oito Kerb, Grand Chancellor. K. P., Boonville, Ir?d., says, “DeWitt’s Witch Hazel Halve soothes tho most delicate skin and heals the most stub born ulcer whli certain and good re sults.” Cures pile and skin dL-iases. Don’t buy imitations. Cherokee Drug Co. The crowning fortune of a man is to be born to some pursuit which finds him 'employment and happi ness.{[whether it is to make baskets or broad-swords, or canals, or statues, or songs.—Emerson. W. W. Mayhew, Merton, Wis.,says: “I consider One Minute Cough Cure a most wonderful medicine, quick and safe.” It is the only harmless reme dy that gives immediate results. It cures coughs, colds, croup, bronchitis, grippe, whooping cough, pneumonia and all throat and lung diseases. Its early use prevents consumption. Chil dren always like it and mothers en dorse it. Cherokee Drug Co. He that can heroically r-nduro ad versity will b< ;;r pio-pr rity with equal greatness of sou!; for the mind that cannot he dejected by the former is not likely to be transported by the latter.—Fielding. During the Summer season cramps come ’’non us unexpectedly; you should he pre pared for an emergency of this kind, us otherwise you will suff<-r agony for hours. Keep u bottle of Paix-Kili.eu handy and go by the directions on the wrapper, it vill surprise you how quickly relief will come. Avoid substitutes, there is but ouo Pain-Killer, Perry Davis’. Price 25c.and 50c. Dr. C. T. LIPSCOMB, Dentist, Office over R. A. lone* ft Co.’s Store Can be found at office six davs in tbe wo-k DR. J. F. GARRETT Dentist, Gaffney, - - - S. C. Office over J. R. Tolleson's new store In office from 1st to 2Gth of each month; Property Near Limestone. Three tracts, within one-half mile of the College. Three tracts on the Metal Road, from 5 to 7 miles of Gaff ney. One tract of 187 acres near the Macombson Shoals on Broad River. Apply to Don’t take my word for It but ask ladies wlio arc usina Dcniorotr hewing Machines vl/.: Mrs. Clayton I’liillips, Horne. S. <’. Mr*. Thomas Sanders. Star I'ariu. S. c. Mrs. Mid Manor, WllkiiiMvIllc, S. C. Mrs. Shelton Sellers, Mercer, S. (’. Mrs. II. H. I'ridiiiore. (Jull'm-y, S. c. Mrs. A. it. N. l-'olger, (ialtney, S. (.'. Mrs. S. q. Kurratl, Oalfney, S O. Mrs. Joe l‘hlilli>s, Webster, f u. »• J-rlknaCOMIl, JVfft.. Ouffuejr, fft. C. Trustees’ Meeting. A meet ing of l lie School Krn.sie , of < her kee County Will be held in tie i. i ;e'c<! Se!;o building Saturday, April;. at II A. M. Rn ness of great ii>i|>of lanee. All are urged be present. Teaeln is will do well to eon out also. W. F. MeAtiTHt'it, 3-:7-l’.Mi-4t<’aw Supt.of Education. Sflimons for Relief. [COMPLAINT NOT SKItVKD.l Tub State ok south Cahoi.ina, ) Court of • Column! Codntv ok Ciikkokkk. ) Rica faa- 1). Armstrong and C. A. Whitlock, RluiutilTs, against E. H. Wehlier. H. M. I’< nn, J. L. Harm It, J. ! Harnett, A. M. Chastain, (J. L. Roswell, T.; Foster and It. F. Weblrer, Defendants. To K. II. WehU-r, H. M. i’enn. J. M. Harriet A. M. Chastain, G. L. Roswell, T. F. Foste .1. L. Harnett and It. F. Webber, Defviidan in (Ids act! n: You tire hereby summoned and reijuired t answer the complaint in tld > action, a cof of whii-li is tiled In the office of Hie Clerk < Court for said County, ami to serve a copy < your answer to the said complaint on t) subscribers at their office at Gaffney. Sour Carolina, within twenty day* after the set vice hereof, •"'elusive of tire day of such sei vice, mid If you fail to answer the eornplaii within the time aforesaid, the plaintiff In tii action wiil apply to the Court for the relh demanded in the complaint. Dated Gaffney. S. Fi t*. ^4. r.mo. AM.-St: iScvl.] J. I.II JCKKKitlEH, Clerk c. C. Pis. Hm Kit ft Or’IIOHNK, Plaintiffs’ Attorney N'OTICF.. To the defendants K. II. Webbc H. M. Renn. .1. M. Harnett, A. M. Chastuli G. 1,. Roswell arid T. F. Foster, absent di fendiuits: Take notice Dial the summon* of which tii foregoing is a copy, together w itli Hie i-on plaint in tills action, is this day tiled lu tk office of the Clerk of the Court of Commo Picas for tho County of Cherokee and (Mat aforesaid. . IlDTLEU ft OSHOUHK, I’Ulntiff*' Attorueyi Gaffney, H. C., Fell. 24,1IMI. - i -. . a. ... A««