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1 Coughing “ I was given up to die with quick consumption. I then began to use Ayer’s Cherry Pectoral. I improved at once, and am now in perfect health.” — Chas. E. Hart man, Gibbstown, N. Y. ^ It’s too risky, playing With your cough. The first thing you know it will be down deep in your lungs and the play will be over. Begin early with Ayer’s Cherry Pectoral and stop the cough. 2 t KSi. Consult your doctor. If ho says take it, then do as he says. If he tells you not to take it, then don’t take it. He knows. Constipation delays recovery. Take laxative doses of Ayer’s Pills, gentle, purely vegetable. J. C. AYER CO., Lowell, Mass. Tax Returns for the Year 1903. OFFICli OF COUNTY AUDITOR. Notice is hereby given that this office •will he open from January ist, 1903 to February 20th, 1903, for the purpose of receiving returns of property for taxa tion. I will he at the following places at the times herein after mentioned for teceiv- ing returns: At Timber Ridge, (M. M. Tate) Sat urday, January loth. At' White Plains, Monday, January 12th. At Thickety, Tuesday, January 13th. At Macedonia, Wednesday, January 14th. At Ezells, Thursday, January 15th. At Maud, (Linders’s Store) Friday January 16th. At Grassy Pond, Saturday, January 17th. At Cherokee Falls, Monday, January 19th. At Kings Creek, Tuesday, January 20th. At Antioch, (Church) Wednesday, Januan 21st. At Blacksburg, Thursday and Friday, January 22nd and 23rd. At Buffalo, (School House) Saturday, January 24th. At Allens, (James Allen) Monday, January 26th. G. W. Speer will be in the office dur- Ig my absence. All persons are required to state in what school district they live. Those having property in School Districts Nos. 9 and 10, must state in their return how much lies in these Districts and how much outside, and all new buildings erected since last return and their value. All persons are required to make out and return a statement of all personal property, moneys, credits, investment in bonds, joint stock companies, notes, mortgages, or otherwise in your posses sion or under your control as husband, parent, guardian, trustee, executor, ad ministrator, agent, or attorney, on the 1st day of January 1903, and fix a value thereto. Any person or persons who have sold real estate since last return must state to whom, the number of acres and value, all persons who have bought real estate since last return must state how much, the value and who from. If you fail to make return as above stated on or before February 20th the law requires me to add 50 per cent, as a penalty, on the return of 1902. All returns mu.,t be made and signed before me or my clerk. If made before anyone else they must he sworn to. All persons liable for Uie income tax under Section 335 of the Acts of 1897, are requin ke return of same. POLL TAX. All able-bodied males between the ages of 21 and 60 years are liable for a poll tax, except Confederate soldiers over 50 years of age. W. 1). Camp, County Auditor. NOV. 28-iawk-till Feb. ?n. loo- TALMAGE SERMON at By Rev. FRANK DE WITT TALMAGE. D.D.. Pastor of Jefferson Park Presby terian Church, Chicago No business can possibly be ? rroccfiii Hat is not adver- ® successful Used. This is a sweeping statement, T but it is true. There are some ? merchants in this community j whose experience apparently 7 contradicts the statement. # / The contradiction, however, ^ is only apparent. If they have f attained any degree of success they have advertised. They have f let people know what they had to ( sell, what they were here for and £ what they proposed to do. Just i in proportion to the thorough- •* ness with which they have done • this and met the conditions of V their competitors they have sue- ^ ceeded. V If they have used the newspa- 0 pers they have worked with the 0 best tools so far as getting pub- 0 licity is concerned. * If they have ^ worked without the newspapers ^ they have been handicapped and ^ have not attained the .highest possible measure of success. A fertile seed planted in fertile grouna, carefully watered, will thrive and bear fruit. A properly organized business, in any inhabited place, well advertised will succeed. The law of growth is as certain and inexorable in ona case aa the other. t Chicago, Jan. 4.—In the opening dis course of the new year Pastor Tal- mage appeals to the higher nature of his auditors and show’s them how they may make the year one replete with triumphant spiritual achievement. His text is Proverbs ix, 11, “The years of thy life shall be increased.” Happy new’ year! I bring to you the gospel salutation. I bring it to you with a smile upon the lip, with joy welling up in the heart. I bring it to you because I hope it Is to be the best and the most momentous year of all your life. I am going to be a gospel prophet this morning. 1 am not only going to tell you that this new year is to be the best year of your life, but it Is also go ing to be a precursor of many other useful years. I am going to say to you, us Solomon said of old, that on account of thjs coming year consecrated to God your earthly longevity shall be lengthened. “The years of thy life shall be increased.” Charles Dickens wrote a famous book entitled “Great Expectations.” But the English writer did not have as much right to use that caption for his novel as 1 have for this sermon. As Christ said to the blind men, "Accord ing to your faith, so be it unto you.” My faith today is infinite. Never since I was born have I had greater faith in the power of Christ to save and bless than at the present time. Therefore, on account of my belief in the power of Jesus Christ that he can and will save your soul during the coming year, I know that this is to be the most im- portaut year of your life. My great expectations f >r your spir itual welfare and your consecration of the new year are not only founded upon my own faith, but also upon the faith of an earnest band of scores and scores of praying men and women w’ho are loyally seeking your good. This band is composed of your friends and your loved ones. It is an all conquer ing band which shall soon, aye, I think today, capture your soul for Jesus Christ. We have read what Garibaldi did for Italian freedom. What had he to offer his follow’ers? Nothing but hunger and pain and wounds and ex ile. But above all these privations Garibaldi lifted the standard of lib erty, and the young men flocked to his side by the hundreds and the thou sands. It may not be an easy task to capture your sinful heart for Christ. But the gospel prize is so great that the earnest baud of workers surround ing me, like the Italian patriots, are willing to go through any privations if they can only bring you a repentant sinner to the foot of the cross. We have read what Toussaint L’Ouver- ture did for Haitian freedom. Wen dell Phillips in his famous oration de clared that this southern leader was a greater man than Washington, Napo leon, Caesar, than Alexander the Great. But all the conquests by which the South American leader and his little band of followers were able to throw off the European tyrannies are as noth ing in their eternal results when com pared to somo of the glorious spiritual victories which shall be won during this opening year for Christ—to be won by this band of earnest praying work ers who are surrounding me at the present time. So on this first Sunday, 11)08, w’e give you fair warning that in the name of Jesus Christ we are about to move upon your sinful heart. We are about to capture your whole life for Jesus Christ. Sonic- New Year IteHoIve*. Now, as a gospel transformation is soon to take place in your life, I am go ing to tell today some of the new re solves by which this opening year is to inspire your life. I am about to tell you here and now how you are going “to forget those things that are behind and reach forth unto those things that are before and press toward the mark for the prize of the high calling of God in Christ Jesus.” To overcome your evil passions and to live as your redeemed father and moth er want you to live is to be one of your chief desires for the ensuing year. There was a groat change in your life when the old folks died. You may have long ago become a grownup man and been away from home five, ten, or even fifteen years, before you received the fatal telegram from your sister: “Come home at ouce. Mother is dying.” Yet not until that time did you willfully let yourself go into the maelstrom of sin. Not until that time did you say in a sin ful sense: “Well, it does not matter much what becomes of me. Mother is now dead, and father is dead. Even if I do wrong and become dissipated they will not hear of it.” For a few years after your mother’s death your oldest sister tried to take your mother’s place. Every Sunday night she would write to you. just as your mother did. But somehow, though her letters were newsy and bright and told you how the old neighbors were getting on, her messages did not ring in your heart like mother’s letters. They did not so oft :n plead with you to be a good boy and say your prayers and read your Bible and live for Clirist. They did not begin wdb the sacred words, “My dear boy.” She always called you her boy, though you hud long ago been able to stand in an election booth and declare your choice for the presidency of the United Stutes. But somehow during the past : few months the tenchings of the old home stead have been pressing down upon you with mighty power. Man, you are tired of sin. You are tired of yourself. You might feel a little better if you could only put your head in her lap and have a good cry. But you can’t. Do you know what is the matter? I think your dead parents are pleading with you and for you now, just the same as they did of old. The psalmist tells us that God keeps the tears of his loved oues in a bottle. Last week God lifted one of the paren tal tears which were shed over your cradle. He placed the sparkling treas ure upon the white wing of an angel of mercy and cried, “Go, angel, and drop that tear upon that young man's head and anoint him with the Spirit’s power.” Last night God sent another white winged messenger with another tear out of his bottle, sb ^ by your fa ther on the day you joinea the church. One white winged angel after another did as they were told. They all dropped those parental tears upon your head and heart. Discouraged man, today wearied of the sinful world, as you sit there with the tears running down your cheeks, you think they are your tears. They are not. They are the tears of your dead and redeemed fa ther and mother, which God has long been preserving in bis sacred bottle. They are the tears of joy which your father and mother are now shedding in heaven, because the white winged angels have already flown to the Celes tial City to announce to them that their boy is a wearied of sin; that their boy is now ready to cast himself upon the love of Jesus and be saved. Oh, today the sacred band of Christian worship ers about me can hardly keep from clapping their hands in joy. Truly this is not only for your repenting soul, us, but also for a happy, happy new year day. Your Motker’M Memory. This ought to be especially a happy new year for you, repenting, sinful man, because now the good works of your dead father and mother are about to bo perpetuated through the coming centuries. When your mother died, you said: “I do not want for her any expensive funeral or useless show. I do not want any trained choir to sing any classical music by her casket. I do not want for her a public funeral. I do not even want Lor body to be taken to the church. Let her sleep as long as passible in the bed where she died. Let her funeral be by her own fireside. Let a few friends-gather here who loved her. Let some young girl who is a friend of my sister sing a simple song like— “Safe in the arms of Jesus, Safe on his gentle breast. “Mother was not fond of society. She was a home body. IShe lived mostly for father and us children.” Well, my brother, if your mother was a home body and lived mostly for her children, do you not see that if you refused to repent, refused to consecrate your life to the cross, refused to be a good man and live a pure life, your sinful acts would be damming back a great part of her pra*ycrs and the good results of her life? When your mother died, you gathered up all the kind, sympa thetic letters which were written to you about her past kindnesses. Y'ou also had the officiating minister write down his funeral address. Then you had those letters and that address all printed and bound together into a booklet, which you called “My Mother’s Memorial.” Bui, man, the mightiest and most tri umphant memorial you could ever make of your motheifs life is your own life consecrated to the service of Jesus. She put her blood and her life into your life. So, man, this ought to be a happy year for you. It ought to be happy because by your own consecra tion to the service of the Lord Jesus you are here and now ready to let your mother's prayers echo and re-echo and resound in your prayers. Her good deeds will find a true continuance in your good deeds. Her Christ shall here after be worshiped with a sweeter look because he is also now her boy’s Christ. The holy endeavor to fulfill the past pledges which you have made to God shall be another desire inspiring you during this ensuing happy new year. All your past days have not been bright and happy days. The meadow larks do not sing when they hear the merciless growl of the destroying cy clone. The red roses of June do not like to rest their blushing cheeks against a January snowbank. You may have welcomed the many congrat ulations which your friends showered upon you in your younger days of tri umphs. But you have also had your defeats and heartaches and disappoint ments. You have also had your days when you fay upon a bed of sick ness. You have had days when your life was hanging by a slender thread, ready to be snapped by death at any moment. Your wife and mother uurs- iug you at the time did not think that you fully realized how sick you were. You did. You knew it by the anxious way the doctor watched. You knew by the care the nurses took in giving the proper medicines at the exact time. Then—oh, then iu that dark hour you felt as did the poor fellow whom I buried some weeks ago. One Saturday be was at work iu seemingly full health. The next Monday, he lay upon the operating table as a hmt resort for his life. After the operation they told him he had to die. He looked up in a pathetic way and said: “I do not want to die. I am afraid to die. Oh, do not let me die!” What did you do in that hour of your dangerous sickness? In the Dark Hoar. What did you do in that dark hour of trouble, when you knew that no hu man aid could rescue you? Did you not practically say at that time, “O God. if you will make me well and come to my rescue I will give up all my life to thee and thy service?” Yes, sinful man, God made you well. God rescued you. Have you kept your pledges to him? Have you given up your sinful heart to be purged from Us past sins? These broken vows are to day driving into your bleeding, repent ant heart the sharp, keen dagger of re morse. As a man of houor and charac ter, by the grace of God, you today are going to be true to those past pledges. I feel it. I know it. I can see a new and holy purpose making your cheeks flush aud your eyes flash with a consecrated enthusiasm. You would not break a pledge with any man to whom you gave your word. Your boast heretofore has always been that your word is as good as your bond. Neither will you tod.,y, O man, con tinue longer to break those old prom ises you made to God. A noted preacher once told of a pros perous merchant who had a strange dream, and yet not a dream. For many years he had been a member of the church, but not living his religion as he ought to have lived it. In his dream he seemed to be sitting in his study read ing the evening paper. There was a quick knock at the door, and a stranger entered and stood before hjm. He fixed a keen and yet a loving eye upon the merchant. His look penetrated the in nermost chambers of his temple of con science. “One year ago tonight,” said the stranger, “your daughter was sup posed to be dying. Whom did you call upon for help? Whom did you promise to serve at that time? God. Ten years ago you were supposed to be lying upon your deathbed. Had you died at that time, you would have left your family penniless. Whom did you promise to serve if he made you well? God. Fif teen years ago you joined the church during a time of religious awakening. Have you kept your pledges that you made to Jesus Christ at that time?” “Nay, nay,” answered the merchant in bis dream. “But I will. From hence forth I will, I will.” And from that mo ment tho sinful merchant lived a new life. This ensuing year, like the memo rable dream of the sleeping merchant, is to open for you a new life. It is to be u year when you shall endeavor to fuliill the broken promises which you long ago made to Jesus Christ. Joys of the Coming Monthii. Happy new year to vou, sinful man. Why happy? Because duriug the com ing twelve months you shall for the first time enjoy the sweet blessings and exhilarations of Christian service. The joy of a self sacrificing Christian life does not appeal to the average uncon secrated man. He says to himself: “What is the good of sacrificing for other people? They never appreciate it My doctrine is to look after number one and let number two look after himself. The world will always ride a willing horse to death. Then the only obse quies that willing horse wHl ever get are a scavenger's cart for a hearse and a glue factory for a crematory. No, no, no. The beauties of self sacrificing do not appeal to me. The more I have the more people respect me. The less I have the less they respect me. The more I am willing to serve others the more my motives will be misjudged, and I will be misrepresented.” Some time ago I was riding through the country on a long trip. The team of horses was composed of a big, pow erful animal who was just as lazy as he was big and strong. The second was a little wiry animal who tugged and pulled all day long. Yet, strange to say, every time we came to a hill the driver would take out his whip and begin to beat the little horse. At last I protested. 1 said: “Why do you whip that little horse? Why do you not hit that big. lazy brute, who is always lagging behind and hardly keeping his traces taut?” “Oh,” answered the driv er, “I know you do not understand much about horses when you ask me such a question as that. The reason I hit the little horse is because he is the willing horse. That big horse is the balky horse. If 1 hit him, he would immediately lie down and begin to kick this wagon all to pieces. There fore I whip the little willing horse to keep the big balky horse agoing.” Then I soliloquized to myself, for at that time I was not a truly converted man: “Ah, how true is that of the world. If a man tries to do anything for human ity, he is the willing horse. He is kicked and cuffed and cursed and browbeaten. The balky horses, the useless horses, the selfish horses, are always the kindly treated horses and the happy horses.” But though 1 made th:j£ deduction many years ago I have now en tirely changed my mind. The willing men of the churches are always the happy men. The self sacrificing men are always the rich men spiritually. They are not the selfish men. They are not those who will grab aud keep all that they can. The Dead sea is bitter and acrid and saline and repulsive merely because it has no outlet and only inlets, while the waters of the moun tain brook laugh and gurgie aud sing merely because it lets all its waters run away toward the sea. YTlio do you think was happier, Herod, bloody Herod, loathsome in mind and spirit, or Paul, who had given up his whole life to Jesus? Herod, with Jewels on his fingers, or the apostolic tentmaker, with his hands greasy with ropemak ing? i Napoleon was hap py? ^ juaparte, the selfish human monster, who used the map of Europe for a chessboard; Napoleon, who used to capture kings and queens with out compunction; Napoleon, on his way to coronation, who turned and bitterly said in reference to the cheering French populace: “Bah! They would curse me to the guillotine as gladly as they would cheer me to a throne.” Or would you sooner have the happiness of a Dr. Duff pleading for India, or David Liv ingstone pleading for Africa, or Adonl- ram Judson pleading for Burma, or John Patou pleading for the New Heb rides? Win/ do you think today is happier, the woman who Is only living for social conquest or the Salvation Ar my girl, going with a loaf of bread In one hand and a Bible In the other hand to carry the gospel ol Jesus Christ into the slums? Yes, my repentant friend, the ensuing year is to be a happy year for you. It is to be a year when you shall quaff a chalice filled with the sw eetest nectar. You shall drink here after out of the golden goblet filled by those whose sorrows you have allevi ated and whose sobs you have turned into songs of eternal rapture. The One Great Condition. But all these deductions hiuge upon one great condition. The ensuing year is to be a happy year for you because from now on you are to depend entirely upon divine strength to triumph over your besetting temptations. Last Wednesday night was not the first New Year’s eve when you started forth with good resolutions. Again and again have you attended solemn and over whelming watch night services. While these meetings were progressing in in terest you began to feel how mean and contemptible your life had been. You then and there said to yourself: “I will quit my sins. I will stop drinking and swearing and Sabbath breaking and all my evil thoughts and deeds. Yes, I will, even if I have to cut off my right arm.” Each January we all make fresh reso lutions. Some years ago I preached a sermon called “New’ Year's Resolu tions.” 1 made up that sermon from the answers I received from friends whom I met. Every one I w’ould accost with this same sentence, “What is your New Year’s resolution?” Some would say this, some that and some the other thing. But many answered me thus: “I have not got any. I have made so many New Year’s resolutions in the past and broken them that I do not intend to make any more.” But I did not then and do not now believe they were tell ing the truth. I do not believe there is a man or woman or child who now ap proaches New Year’s day who does not make some new resolution. But the trouble is after you have made your New Year’s resolutions you go out in your own strength and try to battle with your old temptations, and then you are flung again and again. But my brother, this year is going to be a different year from all others. Y’ou know your weaknesses aud failures. You know you cannot win a spiritual success in your own strength. There fore you are ready to conscientiously ask God to help you in the struggle of life. He will do it. Y’es, he will give you the divine strength which will nev er, never fail. Cling to him, my brother. Cling to him as Jacob wrestled with the angel in prayer, and he will bless you and never let you fall. But I bethink myself that there is something for which to congratulate the praying band of Christian workers who surround me and also for the re pentant man and repentant woman. You came into this church today in different to the Lord Jesus Christ. You have now surrendered your heart to him. Y’ou came into this room prac tically an enemy of the cross. Y’ou are now buckling on the armor to join our gospel ranks and to become one of our Christian comrades. We have read how the French king sent forth Mar shal Ney with the royal troops to cap ture Napoleon after his escape from the island of Elba. When the soldiers came in sight of the unarmed and de throned ruler, Napoleon, instead of running, turned and threw back the lapel of his coat as he cried. “Men, will you shoot your emperor?” With that Marshal Ney threw down his sword at Napoleon’s feet, and all the soldiers’ began to weep and cry, “Long live the emperor!” And the soldiers who went forth to capture a pretender to the throne returned to Paris to drive Louis Philippe out of the Tuilerles. That was dramatic. But today a more dramatic scene is taking place within the walls of this church. Y’ou came here an enemy of Jesus Christ. Y’ou today are going to join with us and light for the Divine Master. Oh, shall we not cheer? Shall we not praise God for your advent to our company? Shall we not look upon your re-enforce- ment as a presage for us of a happy new year? Brother and sister iu Christ, the work before the church is stupendous. This gospel battle is to be no child’s play. We have welcomed you into our ranks in the name of Jesus. Now close up the ranks. Now kneel, and make one earnest, intense prayer before we start on our new gosiKd campaign. Now, are you ready? Forward in the name of our Captain! Forward against the citadel of sin! Forward for the re demption of our loved ones! Forward to capture Chicago for Christ! For ward, march! Forward, march! (Copyright, 1903, by Louis Klopsch.] Thousands Hare Kidney Trouble and Don’t Know it. How To Find Out. Fill a bottle or common glass with your water and let it stand twenty-four hours; a . sediment or set tling Indicates an unhealthy condi tion of the kid neys; if it stains your linen it is evidence of kid ney trouble; too frequent desire to pass it or pain in the back is also convincing proof that the kidneys and blad der are out of order. What to Do. There is comfort in the knowledge so often expressed, that Dr. Kilmer’s Swamp- Root, the great kidney remedy fulfills every wish in curing rheumatism, pain in the back, kidneys, liver, bladder and every part of the urinary passage. It corrects inability to hold water and scalding pain in passing it, or bad effects following use of liquor, wine or beer, and overcomes that unpleasant necessity of being compelled to go often during the day, and to get up many times during the night. The mild and the extra ordinary effect of Swamp-^oot is soon realized. It stands the highest for its won derful cures of the most distressing cases. If you need a medicine you should have the best. Sold by druggists in50c. and$l. sizes. You may have a sample bottle of this wonderful discovery and a book that tellsi more about it, both sentj absolutely free by mail, address Dr. Kilmer & Home of Swamp-Rod | Co., Binghamton, N. Y. When writing men tion reading this generous offer in this paper. The Task Wait ImiioKHilile. The plan to erect eight granite mon oliths in the chancel of the Cathedral of St. John the Divine 1c Manhattan has been given tip at last. The con tractor lias for years been trying to turn out these columns entire, sixty feet long, but no machinery exists by which they could be turned without breaking by their own weight So the contract has been modified to allow the columns to be in two sections, thir ty-six and eighteen feet long, respec tively, the bases, plinths and capitals to be added. Three of these will soon lie erected. Each one will cost $10,000, will be the gift of some individual aud named after eminent men of the church. Three Lawyer*. It Is not generally known that about twenty years ago Milner, Schreiner and Bteyn were embryo lawyers in London, struggling together to obtain a footing In the law. I ft those days they used to dine together frequently. The po sition of each of these young law stu dents Is now too well established to need much comment. Milner now rules the Transvaal colony. Schreiner is the former premier of Cape Colony and Steyu the former president of the Orange River Colony. Ilf V P "fm* L!M nif 'if. cm £ •' //,. ;. i f “J do not axle you to marry me unless you can trust evei'utliino to me." A New Sheldon Story THE REFORMER By Rev. Charles M. Sheldon Author of “ In His Steps,” will be ou# next serial. Will Begin in a Few Days Summons for Relief. (Complaint not Served.) The State ok South Carolina, ) County of Cherokee, f Court of Common Fleas. F. G. Stacy as executor of the last will and testament of Martin C. Stacy, de ceased, and in fiis own right, Petitioner, against Mrs. Penina Stacy, John Stacy, Robert Stacy, Thomas J. Stacy, Mrs. E. A. Gaff ney, S. A. Stacy, William Stacy, Janies F. Stacy, Mrs. Nannie Moore, Miss Mary Stacy, Arthur Stacy, Lionel Stacy, Lola Stacy, Russel Stacy, Logan Stacy, Sue Stacy, Defendants. To Mrs. Penina Stacy, John Stacy, Rob ert Stacy. Thomas J. Stacy, Mrs. E. A. Gaffney, S. A. Stacy, William Stacy, James F. Stacy, Mrs. Nannie Moore, Miss Mary Stacy, Arthur Stacy, Lionel Stacy, Lola Stacy, Russel Stacy, Logan Stacy, Sue Stacy, defendants in this action: Your are hereby summoned and requir ed to answer the complaint in this action, which is filed in the office of the Clerk of the Court for the said county, and to serve a copy of your answer to the said complaint on the subscriber at bis office at Gaffney, S. C., within twenty days after the service hereof exclusive of the day of such service, and if you fail to answer the complaint within the time aforesaid the plaintiff in this action will apply to the Court for relief demanded in the Complaint. Dated 7U1 day of January, A. D. 1903, Gaffney, S. C. J. C. Jefekries, Petitioner’s Attorney. Attest J. Em. Jefferies, Clk. C. C. Pis. To the absent defendants, John Stacy, William Stacy and James F. Stacy: Please take notice that the summons of which the foregoing is a copy, together witli the complaint in this action, is this day filed in the office of the Clerk of Court of Common Pleas for Cherokee County at Gaffney, S. C., 7th day of January, 1903. J. C. Jefferies, Petitioner’s Attorney. Jan. 9, 16, 23, 30, Feb. 6, 13. 0 tffiEr* Early Risers The famous little pills* Foley 9 s Honey and Tar •urea colds, prevents pneumonia*