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m / JSS 1 : * ULGERS. Ror^4 nnd Ulcers never become ebronit tniUr^s llie blood i.i in jioor comlition tjiSguisli, \\eak and unable 1<» throw ofl ^llie j <h ms that accuiiin'.ah in i*. I hc system must be relieved ot the unhealthj tnatlei through thesore, and great dangei to life would follow should i. brails.! >r« the b! id 1 ms been made jaire and heahhj ami all impurities eliminated from the sys tem. S S.S. begins the cure by first cleans ing fit. 1 invigorating the blood, building ini tb • general health and removing front t V 1 t ‘ 'I' A CONSTANT DRAW «P0* THE system. Win n tlii., has Ih cii acconiji'ished the tlis- t hary gradually ceases, and the sore ot ulcet lu als. It n; the teiuicney of these old indokut s ir-.-s ti> grow -worse and worse', and i. vc atually toilcstroy the bones. Local le.:.ions, while soothing ami to sont< extent d.evi.de ji.nit, cannot teach the seal , of the trouble. S. S. S. does, and uomattei how apparently hopeless your condition, ev^ti though your constitution haabroken down, it will bting relief when itolbing else can. It supplies the rich, pure blood nc^cst-nry to heal the sore and nourish s^tlie dcbiiit it> d, di ease-l body. Mr. J i’ Talbert.l, r wlomui.MUa^ says: “Six years lay letc from the km e id tl;e foot w is ii-ie s-ili-l sore Several phvsicianl treated me a :<t 1 made l >vo trijis to Hot Siirings, but foun-l no relief. 1 v.-;:- induced to try S S.S, audit made a complete cure. I have been a per fectly well_inan ever since " ; is the only purely veg- ^ etable blood purifiei known — contains no poisonous minerals to ruin the digestion and add to, rather than relieve your suffer ings. If your flesh does not heal readily when scratched, bruised or cut, your blood is in bad condition, and any ordinary sore is apt to become chronic. W^d for our free book and write our physicians about your case. We make nc Charge for this service. IHc SWIFT SPECIFIC CO.. ATLANTA, CA. THE MySTERY OF AGATHA WEBB. For the Buying Season. L. BAKER lias just received a large stock of Sash, ])oors, Mantelpieces and all kinds of Trimming, Flooring, Ceiling, Siding, Box ing, Molding, Brackets, etc. No. 1 Heart Bine Shingles and a good stock John W. Masury it Sons (luarantced Paints and Varnish, all at the lowest rea sonable prices. Call and see him when you want anything in his lino. No charge for making estimates. Contracting and Building is no new departure with me, hut there are some readers of The Ledger who do not know lliut I am in t he business. When you start to tli?iire on your house trive me a chance. 1 will treat you ri^ht and (pve you the worth of your money I have on hand more than 400.000 feet of dressed stock, ineliidin.c Mouldlnir, etc., and I sell it at rock hotlotn iijrures. My stock of Hours, Sash, blinds, Paints, Oils, etc., is unsurpassed hy any other dealer in Uaffney. When in need of any thin}? iu my line see me. My goods are ri-tht and my prices are riKht. T. I. WALKER. Spectacles and Eyeglasses Scientifically flitted for the correction of all defects of vision. H. R. GOODELL, Optician, SI'AUTANIUJRO, S. U. No charge for exanilnation. 10-12-01 Do You Want Insurance ? I am prepared to furnish poli cies in the very best companies at the lowest rates. If you want a bond I can make It for you. See me before you insure. F. G. STACY. DR. J. F. GARRETT, Dentist, laffney, - - - S. C. Cffice over J. R. Tolleson’s new store In oflico from lat to 26th of each ODoth: Er. C. T. LIPSCOMB, Dentist, Office over R. A. lone* ft Co '■ Store. Oa<be found at office six days in the week G. W. SPEER, A/ITO1* N I£YAT-JL,AW. GAFFNEY, S. C. OfflfiOver J. W. Tolh son's Store. D. R.DUDCh 0. I*.Handers. W.8. Hall. Jr DCTAII, SAIDERS & HALL, Atorneys-at-Law. Office U. TolltsoD'i A 0o.‘i Itore. VALLAGE & OTIS, LAWYERS. Olce upstairs, between It. A. Jones and Daveuort- * I’hone f)7. i E. WEBSTER. A.t«rney-iVt- L^a.M%r 9 Office ilCourt House. (Probate-Judge ■ office Gaffney City, S. C. Pracices In all theooarts. Colleo- tlona ffi»p<»clalty JAMES A. WILLIS, ArroUNKY AT LAW. CAH*1^IS4KY. W. C!. Notary’ubllc In offlee, prompt attention jrlven to bustni ss. Oflicc oveK. A. Jones ft Co.'s store. By Anna Katharine Green, Authirr a/ "The /sari nu'iH th Care," "IjomI Man'll /.am " “Hand and Hlny," Lie., Etc. OOl’YltlUIlT, 1800, UV ANNA KATHAIIINK ORKI'N. CHAPTER X. TIIK M\N WITH TilK I.O.NO BEAUll. Moanwhile in n Rmnll room of (ho courthoUHe a still norc serious cott- vorsation was in progress. Hr. Talbot, Mr. Ponton and a certain able lawyer in town by the name of Harvey were lit close discussion. The latter had broken the silence of years and was telling what he knew of Mrs. Webb’s a fl airs. He was a shrewd man of unblem ished reputation. When called upon to talk, he talked well, but he much pre ferred listening, and was. ns now ap peared. the safest repository of secrets to Im- found in all that region. He had been married three titties and could still count 13 children around his board, one reason perhaps why he had learned to cultivate silence to such a degree. Happily the tint? had come for him to talk, and he talked. This Is what he said: “Some US years ago Philemon Webb came to me with a small sum of money which he said he wished to have me Invest for his wife. It was the fruit ef a small speculation of his, and he wanted it given unconditionally to her without her knowledge or that of the neighbors. 1 accordingly made out a deed of gift, which he signed with Joyful alacrity, and then, after due thought and careful investigation, I put the money into a new enterprise then being started In Boston. It was the best stroke of business 1 ever did In my life. At the end of a year it paid double, and after five years.had rolled away the accumulated Interest had reached such a sum that both Phile mon and myself thought it wisest to fet her know what she was worth | and what was being done with the money. 1 was In hopes it would lead i her to make some change in her mode of living, which seemed to me out of keeping with her appearance and men tal qualifications, while he, I imagine, looked for something more important •till, a smile on the face which had somehow lost the trick of merriment, though it had never acquired that of ill nature. Rut we did not know Agatha, at least 1 did not. “When she learned that she was rich, she looked at first awe struck and then heart pierced. Forgetting me, or ignor ing me, it makes no matter which, she threw herself into Philemon’s arms and wept, while he, poor faithful fellow, looked as disposed as if lie had brought news of a failure instead of tri umphant sueee.sK. I suppusoshcthought of her buried children and what the money would have been to her if they had lived; but she did not speak of them, nor am I quite sure they were In her thoughts when, after the first ex citement was over, she drew back and said quietly, but in a tone of strong feeling to Philemon: ‘You meant me a happy surprise, and it shall be so. Phil emon. This is heart money. \\’e will use It to make our townsfolk happy.’ I saw him glance tit her dress, which was a purple calico. I remember it be cause of that look and been use of the sad smile with wniclt site loitoweu ms glance. ‘Can we not afford now,’ he ventured, ‘a little show of luxury, or at least a ribbon or so for ibis beauti ful ibrout of yours?’ She did not an swer him, but her look had a rare com passion In it, a compassion, strange to say, that seemed to be expended upon him rather than upon herself. Phile mon swallowed his disappointment. ‘Agath.i Is right,’ he said to me. ‘Wcdo not need luxury. I do not know how I so far forgot myself as to mention it.’ That was ten years ago, and every day since then her property has increased. 1 did not know then, and I do not know now, why they were both so anxious that all knowledge of their good for tune should be kept front those about them, but that It was to be so kept was made very evident to me, and, not withstanding all temptations to the contrary, I have refrained from utter ing a word likely to give away their secret. The money, which to till ap pearance was the cause of her tragic nnd untimely death, was interest mon ey w hich I was delegated to deliver to her. 1 took It to her day before yes terday, and It was all In crisp, new notes, some of them twenties, but most of them tens and fives. 1 am free to say there was not such another roll of fresh money In town.” “Warn all shopkeepers to keep a lookout of the money they receive,” was Ur. Talbot’s comment to the con stable. “Fresh $10 and ?20 hills are not any too common In this town. And now about her will. Did you draw that up, Harvey?” “No. 1 did not know* she had made one. I often spoke to her about the advisability of her doing so, hut she always put me off. And now it seems that she had It drawn up in Boston. Could not trust her old friend with too many secrets, I suppose.” “So you don’t know how her money has been left ?" “No more than you do.” Here an interruption occurred. The door opened, and a slim young man wearing spectacles came in. At sight of him they all roso. “Well?” eagerly Inquired pr. Tal- bof. ‘’Nothing new,” answered the young man, with a consequential air. “The elder woman died from loss of blood consequent upou a blow given by a •moll, three sided, slender blade; the younger from n stroke of apoplexy In duced by fright." “(lo« d! I am glad to hear my In stincts were not at fault. Loss of blood, eh? Death, theu, was not In stantaneous?” “No.” "Stranger fell from the lips of his two listeners. “She lived, yet gave no alarm.” “None that was heard,” suggested the young doctor, who was from an other town. “Ur If heard reached no ears but Philemon's,” observed the constable. “Something must have taken him up stairs.” “I am not so sure,” said the coro ner, “that I’hllemou Is uut Answerable for tbs whole grime, notwIJUatumllug Arimw »<s naii mu nnywkcjvdp the foils*. ac- count ff/|- the resignation Nqth which she evidently met Iter death? Had a stranger struck her Agatha Webb would have struggled. There Is no sign of struggle In the room.” “She would have struggled against Philemon had she had strength to struggle. I Hi ink she was asleep when she was struck.” “Ah. aud was not standing by the ta ble! How about the blood there, then?” "Shook from the murderer’s lingers fit fright or disgust.” “ I here was no blood on Philemon's fingers. No. He wiped them on bis sleeve.” “If he was the one to use the dagger against her. where is the dagger? Should we not be able to find It some where about the premises?" “He may have buried it outside, ('ritzy men are supertiaiurally cun ning.” “When you can produce It from any place inside that board fence, I will consider your theory. At present I limit my suspicious of Philemon to the half unconscious attentions which a man of disordered intellect might give a wife bleeding and dying under his eyes. My Idea on the subject is”— “Would you be so kind as not to give utterance to your ideas until 1 have been able to form some for myself?” In terrupted a voice from the doorway. As this voice was unexpected they all turned. A small man with sleek, dark hair and expressionless features stood before them. Behind him was Abe!, ear tying a handbag and umbrella. “The detective from Boston,” an nounced the latter. Coroner Talbot rose. “You are lu good time,” he remark ed. “We have work of no ordinary na ture for you.” The man failed to look interested But then his countenance was not one to show emotion. "My name Is Knapp,” said he. “1 have had my supper and am ready to go to work. I have read the newspa pers. All 1 want now are any addition al facts that have come to light since the telegraphic dispatches were sent to JJoston. Facts, mind you, not theories. 1 never allow myself to be hampered by other persons’ theories.’.' Not liking his manner, which was brusque and too self important for a man of such Insignificant appearance, Coroner Talbot referred him to Mr. Fenton, who Immediately proceeded to give him the result of such Investiga tions as he and Ids men .had been able to make, which done, Mr. Knapp put on his hat and turned toward the door. "I will go to the house and see for myself what there is to see there,” said he. “May 1 ask the privilege of going alone?” he added, as Mr. Fenton mov ed. “Abel here will see that I am given admittance.” “Show me your credentials,” said the coroner. He did so. "They seem all right, nnd you should be a man who understands" his business. (Jo alone If you prefer, but bring your conclusions here. They may need some correct ing.’’ "Oh, 1 will return,” Knapp non chalantly remarked and went out, hav ing made anything but a favorable im pression upon the assembled gentle men. “I wish we had shown more grit and tried to handle this thing ourselves,” observed Mr. Fenton. “I cannot bear to think of that cold, bloodless creature hovering over our beloved Agatha.” “1 wonder at Carson. Why should he send us such n man? Could lie not see the matter demanded extraordina ry skill and Judgment?” “Oh, this fellow may have skill. But he is so unpleasant. 1 hate to deal with folks of such fishlike characteris tics. Rut who Is this?" he asked as a gentle tap was heard on the door. "Why, It’s Luton. What can he want here?” The man whose presence In the door way had called out this exclamation started at the sound of the doctor’s heavy voice and came very hesitating ly forward. He was of a weak, irrita ble type and seemed to be in a state of great excitement. “I beg pardon,” said he, “for show ing myself. 1 don’t like to Intrude Into such company, but I have something to tell you which tuny he of use. sirs, though It isn’t any great thing either.” “Something about the murder which has taken place?” asked the coroner In a milder tone. He knew Loton well and realized the advisability of encour agement In his case. “The murder! Oh, I wouldn’t pre sume to say anything about the mur der! I’m not the man to stir up any such subject as that. It’s about the money—or some money—more money t than usually falls into my till. It—It was rather queer, sirs, and I have the flutter of It all day. Shall I you about It? It hnp|>oned last nl|j late last night, sirs, so late that in bed with my wife nnd had snoring, she said, four hours.' “What money? New money] fresh hills, Loton?” eagerly Mr. Fenton. Loton, who was the small confectionery a.id 1 one one of the side street the hill, shifted uneasllyi two Interrogators ami flf ed himself to the cordnerl “It was new money, felt so at night, but I the morning. A brant] a—but that Isn’t the was asleep, sir, and courting days, for I circus, sirs, and the, the hill made me tt was suddenly shook herself, wljo saya wink for listening wishing she waa a a man at the shot ‘He’s a-calltng of yot; bo wants.’ I waa ened. Dreaming Is when clowns and k| In It, but duty Is d| shop I stumbled, Imps, for I hadn't nnd It was as dat could make It. become dearenit reached the dc ceased. “ ‘What is it?’ and what do you “A trembling ‘Let me In,’ It s< something to cot. the doiy!’ “I don’t know whs late nnd I till but something In Of Upt iloor .wM words nfrecteif nhe "h splfe oi and 1 slowly r^tciictl my shop WpjH midnight customer. " ‘You must \k hungry,* I began. But the person, who bad crowded In ns soon as Site opening was large enough, wouldn’t let me finish. “ ‘Bread! 1 want bread or crackera or anything that you can find easiest/ l %Ar m A “ IFe have work o) no ordinary nature for you.” he gasped, like a man who had been running. ‘Here’s money.’ And he poked into my hand a bill so stiff it rattled. ‘It’s more than enough/ he hastened to say as I hesitated over it, ‘but never mind that. I’ll come for the change in the morning.’ “‘Who are you?’ I cried. ‘You’re not Blind Willy, I’m sure.’ “Rut his only answer was, ‘Bread!’ while he leaned so hard against the counter that I felt it shake. “I could not stand that cry of ‘Bread,’ so I groped about In the dark and found him a stale loaf, which I put into his arms with a shout: ‘There! Now tell me what your name Is/ “But at this he seemed to shrink Into himself, and muttering something that might pass for thanks he stum bled toward the door and rushed hasti ly out. Running after him, 1 listened eagerly to his steps. They went up the hill.” “And the money? What, about the money?” asked the coroner. “Didn’t he come back for the change?” “No. 1 put it in the till, thinking It a dollar bill. But when I came to look at ft In the morning it was a 20. Yes, sirs, a 20!” This was startling. The coroner and the constable looked at each other be fore again looking at him. "And where Is that hill now?” asked the former. “Have you brought it with you?” “I have, sir. It’s been In nnd out of the till 20 times today. I haven’t known what to do with it. I don't like to think wrong of anybody, but when I heard that Mrs. Webb, God bless her, was murdered last night for money I couldn’t rest for the weight of this thing on my conscience. Here's the bill, sir. I wish I had let the old man rap on my door until morning before 1 had taken It from him.” They did not share this feeling. A distinct and valuable clew seemed to he afforded them by the fresh, crisp bill they saw in Ids hand. Silently Ur. Talbot took It, while Mr. Fenton, with a shrewd look, asked: “What reasons have you for calling this mysterious customer old? I thought it was so dark you could not see him.” The man, who looked relieved since he had rid himself of the bill, eyed the constable In some perplexity. “I didn’t see a feature of his face,” said he, “and yet I'm sure he was old. I never thought of him as being any thing else.” “Well, we will see. And is that all you have to tell us?” His nod was expressive, and they let him go. An hour or so later Detective Knapp made his reappearance. “Well,” asked the coroner as he came quietly lit and closed the door behind him, “what’s your opinion?" "Simple case, sir. Murdered for mon ey. Find the man with a flowing beard.” This story will be continued in tl Friday edition ot The Ledger untj conclusion. IS THIS JIM LOW! ItoclieNl.vr Officorii T| Murd0| Rociiksi ing the asked nig] • uitavu- wmlH, a. 20.—while visiting in ftheroked laat week we culled on our olotM^nd and klnslnan, John 0. Fainter, and looking over his farm wo came upon what appeared to be a pea patch, but a little invoatiga- tion proved that in reality it was a wa termelon patch. .John had sown his watermelon patch in peas, thinking to fool any one who might pass by, but he didn’t fool us. John drove us out in the country one day and returning to his house about noon, as we wire passing one of his melon patches jumped out of the buggy and gathered up an arm full of melons, remarking that wo would eat some melons now. Well, we caught on at once, and in formed him that our physician had strictly forbidden us from eating melons just before meal time, hut that we would give our attention to his melons after dinner. We think that our observations will justify us in making the follow ing predictions: Senator McLuurin will succeed himself next year on the first ballot and that Senator Tillman will succeed himself four years hence upon practically the same platform, with a few -extra trimmings upon which McLaurin now stands. Watch! John Painter and Rans Hawkins are perhaps the two most unique men of Cherokee county. The fol lowing story was brought to our no tice during our visit in Cherokee last week. Rans and John are always very free to give each other all the advices that they may happen to have on hand in regard to the solving of any problem in which they may be interested. Well, Rans was the possessor of a tree full of very fine pears for which he was realizing ten cents per dozen, but Rans didn’t know any way to get the pears off the tree without injuring them, only to pick them off by hand. Ho John undertook to teach him how to shako them off. John got a pole about ton feet in length, placing one end in the forks of the tree and taking hold of the other end gave it two or three jerks and landed about two-thirds of Rans’ pears on the ground completely spoiling them for market. Rans ex claimed, hold! hold! 1 don’t want all my pears shook, off. Ah, well, says John proceeding to fill his mouth, pockets and bosoms with Kan’s pears, “I was just showing jou how the thing could bo done,” and he very coolly walked off with about sixty cents worth of Rans pears. Crops from hero to Gaffney are comparatively good, upland corn is extra good. C. C. Bearden, of Clarence, our local magistrate, is still out selling fruit trees. Mr. Bearden is himself strictly honest and would not know ingly represent an unreliable com pany. Therefore our Cherokee friends who have ordered through him may he assured of fair treatment. One of our young men carried bis ‘‘best girl” to church one night last week, and in the darkness and dur ing a thunder shower some one ran againt his bui»gy and demolished one of his buggy wheels. Therefore he was forced to leave his girl in the rain while ho went to a neighbors to borrow a buggy in which to carry her home. Another one of our young friends met with even worse luck at the same time and place. He, in the darkness, run his horse off a bridge^ and he horse and all fell in the g, and demolished his bes. clothes. Ilntf lUles tj < )u accoui Conventii tion oj Te , o BL ri.srt, «.<, Hils.-ntn n M i | l>itnvlll«>. Vu., I'ree I’i , « At 1 o’clock to-day there pulled In to the Southern Railway depot, a long train of ears carrying an rx- cusion crowd from Charlotte, N. to Richmond. The excusionists were all darkeys, and they presented a happy spectacle, as they hung out of the car windows, and cheered every thing Ihey saw. Finally some of them ventured on the platform, and a band dressed in red and gold braid with caps to match strolled out on the platform, where they formed a circle and lit into every melody that is familiar to the average band. The notes were not the- sweetest nor the music rendered ”a la hut they seemed to er joy the thing immensely, and those who were wait ing for north-bound passnger train No. 36 felt much interested The checks of the man with the big bras-) horn were swollen like unto a case of mumps; the eyes of the cornet man were fquinted for a higher cast blast; the ba-s drum-stick was just descend ing through the air for its muffled roar; the drum major’s hat rested saucily across one eye, while both arms were extended to add expression to the notes as he raised them up and down, like a sparrow learns to fly, when suddenly, and without warni. g, the engine gave a lurch, and the train started. For a moment the band did not ob serve, and that was a fatal moment which eumo near leaving a colored band in Danville. The train had got ten some distance away when the hand realized the situation, and there was a wild chase for t he rear platform. The entire band tried to mount at the same time, and one red-coat man took a tumble over a piece of loose plank. The train moved faster and the people laughed, until the last frantic musician had secured a foot hold; and suddenly one man with ornate whiskers like the I’rince of Wales, dashed down the stretch of track with a note book in his hand. Ho had no instrument, and was mor tally afraid of being left. After a wild chase he was pulled in just as the train disappeared. Why In a XeuM|iii|ier LIU*- » Woman? IG m'tislK •(•<) Pal riot, i The conundrum “Why is a news paper like a woman?’’ is going the rounds just now. The various an swers given arc: ‘‘Because it has to have something to run to.” “Because both have to he known to be appre ciated.” “Because boil are good ad vertising mediums.” 1 Because both have to ho pressed.” "Because it sometimes changes its dress and tells tales.” The correct answer is, “Be cause every man should have one of his own and not be running after his neighbor’s.” Can TIiIh He True. [Sjx'rial to The Observer.] Hpaktamh ikj, S. (!., Aug. 20.—It is being talked hy persons who claim to know whereof they speak that Senator McLuurin has the “dead wood”on Senator Ttliman, in the form of damaging evidence, in black and white, of liis (Tillman’s) connection with the whiskey rebates. It is hoped that if this rebate matter is to he brought before the public again, facts will bo given and not vague in sinuations. These charges have come up at every election for the past eight years, and, like Banquo’s ghost, will not stay downed. If Me- Laurin can give evidence and place the responsibility he will greatly strengthen himself and confer a bless- ou the public. T' * *# ix Knter- A Pale Face li a prominent tymptoM of vltUlftd blood. If covered with pimple*, the • vldence I* coihi "etc. - IF* nature * way of warning you of yourcondi Hon. Johnston’s Sarsaparilla never falli to rectify all di order* pt the blood, alight or eevere, c! long xtandlntt or recent origin. It* thirty year* record guarantee* u* efficacy. Sold everywhere. Price 11.00 per fail quart bottle. Prepared only oy MICUIOAX Ditto nOMPAKr, fMMMMMMaiiniHMMMiaia For Sub- by Oompiu y }■ Co Outfni-y, tore Gull 8. a ALL WOMEN Wine of Cardui is the guardian of a woman’s health and happi ness from vouth to old age. It helps her safely into wonyinhood. Tt sustains her during the trials of pregnancy, childbirth and . motherhood, making labor easy’ ' ami preventing Hooding and mis carriage. It gently leads her through the dangerous period known ns the change of life. WINE 0F CARDUI cures leucorrhct'a, falling of the womb, and menstrual irregularity in every form. It is valuable in every trying period of a woman’s life. It reinforces the nervous system, acts direetly on the geni tal organs ami is the finest tonic for women known. Ask your druggist for a ijSl.OO bottle of Wine of Cardui. Batesville. Ala., July 11,1900. I ant uninK Wine of < ’*r<lut and Tlied- ford'fl nUck-Dmucht and I feel like a different woman already. Several la dies hero keep the medicine* in their home* all the time. I have three girl* aud they are niing it with me. Mrs. KATE BROWDER. For advice and literature, ft<li!remi,_ id ring f>yTni>tom», " Tli* ladle* 1 mi nl ’ . 'I he 1 bnttanooga iloiu.-me i ihattanooB*, Tenn. Advisory Dep i Company, To Make Lifelike PICTURI ,W