Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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“row ol(’ arc you, JohnV” “ j .1.1 i.v." "And I’m forty. The pace la killiriR me. Harris s. . s I may last five years more. I duiiht it. He la evidently anx ious to keep me Roliift the live years. Do I look badV" He t!:; ::st Ins pale, nervous face for ward. a d John (Jordon was almost sh eked at his friend’s manner. He was so much moved that he ro e and wei t over and laid his hand on the other i urn’s arm. “David, you’re not well. Why don’t jftm fane Harris' adviee and out to Colorado, not for a week, but for a year?” “As bad as that?” David Barton said dryly. “1 think I’m aoud for the five years. But tell me about your self.” “I’ve left home, and I’m going to take ify residence in Hope House.” “Vo! What! Live there?” David Barton seemed to pay no at tention to the fact of ids friend’s leav Ing home. ••I’ve been there tonight and made definite arrangements with ibiss An drews. 1 must go there in order to lit myself for my work.” “Your work ?" "Yes; for the people,” replied John (Jordon simply. "Pooh! The people!" David Barton sniffed contemptuously. 'Who knows who the people are?” He stopped suddenly, and his whole mnn- rer changed, llis sharp, abrupt, indif ferent alertness was smothered out of Ms face like magic. He rose and walked through the room while John Gordon, who understood his moods quite well, listened in astonishment. "John, listen to me I believe I know something of your plans and am bitions.. You’re the only man 1 know who would do what you propose to do. I don’t have much faith in it. At the same time 1 believe in you, John. I spoke contemptuously of the people, 'but in my heart. John. I love the peo ple. 1 mi one of them. Tonight as l saw children rotting in those holes I could have died for them. But the martyr’s stuff is not in me to die for them except by proxy. Let me tell you. •bn, you are going at tin* thing baek- anded. What do you want to go and live in Hope House for? Miss Andrews Is doing splendid work, but even her efforts don’t accomplish anything. Con ditions are as bad there now as they were twelve years ago. It’s good flesh and blood thrown to the lions while the politicians and tin* ping look on and laugh at the human helplessness. Why, it is simply an outrage on civili zation that a city like this lets a wom an like Miss Andrews die by martyr dom in that infernal bell on earth and never gives her the financial and social support she ought to have. And the hounds that own the tenements and saloons and vaudeville property live in luxury and pose as leaders in society and allow conditions to he created that roll a stream of desperate human prob lems over Miss Andrews that will kill her In a few years. Yes. kill her!” David Barton spoke with a savage energy that made John Gordon shud der. But when Barton had been silent a moment ho continued in a calmer tone to make a proposition to John Gor don that Jobji was totally unprepared for. “Instead of g'ning into Hope House why d <n’t you come into the News? 1 can speak for Harris that In* will give you full swing on the reform page of your own. You can have it all your own way. I’ll help you with special stories and pictures that will make the property owners around Riverside street squirm. Harris is savage with the mayor because of last year’s cam paign. He’ll be glad to get even with the administration by showing up the rotten concern. I tell you. John, there’s an earthquake going to rattle the city hall this winter, and Harris and the News will be one name for the earth quake. The old man is Just in the mood for pushing the.reform business In the name of the people. He will agree to anything I say The press is the only real power left in the city any how Think of what you can do for the people with the News baek of you. "We can make a special business of the slmn holes and make it mighty inter esting for some of the old moneybags of this God forsaken metropolis. Don’t answer at once. At any rate, give me time to cough.” David Barton sat down close by John Gordon and had a coughing spell that lasted a few minutes John Gordon si lently watched him. steadily excited by the offer just made to him. Could he accept it? Was it not one of those opportunities that men have come to them but once? What might be not do for the people if a whole page of a great, powerful, practically boundless, wealthy paper were at his disposal? The material he could put before the public! The conditions he could ex pose! The wrongs he could right! The Bft’es be might save! The possibilities grew larger every moment he thought it David Barton finally ceased cough ing and spoke again “Well, will you come Into the News? What do you say?” But .lotin Gordon did not answer at once. Suddenly he had thought of Ln- elln Marsh. If she would not marry mm as a resident or Hope House, would she’ not be proud to be the wife of a writer on one of the most powerful dailies of the world? And the same object would be gained for the people. But how about his declaration that he must know the people by direct knowl edge gained by living among them? Yet could be not do that in some Way and still put this modern lever of the press under the problem? He faced ids friend with strong feel ing. The day had been full of events for him. but this closing event affected him In some ways deeper than all the rest. TALMAGE *t By Rev. FRANK DE WITT TALMAGE. D.D., Pastor of Jefferson Para Presby terian Ouurch, Chicago This srnrv will b“ eonMn ri Friday’s Ledger till Concluded, in Chicago, Feb. 1. — In this sermon Pastor Tulmage. while not excusing the prodigal, throws a new and search ing light upon the character and con- diret of the elder brother of the famous parable. The text is Luke xv. 2S, “And he was angry.” . Who was the prodigal’s elder broth er? “1 know who he is,” answers some one. “1 see him almost*every day of ir.y life, lie is the honest, upright son who stays at home and gets no credit for being good; he is the respectable plodder of the family who does most of the hard work in the office, In the store and on the farm and then has the extreme pleasure of seeing all the young girls run after his dissolute younger brother merely because that brother is driving fast horses and sow ing ids ‘wild oats.’ The elder brother is the son who is alwaj i sober and yet receives he not one extra dollar from his parents as a reward, while the drunken son of the family is continual ly receiving extra money to get his clothes out of pawn, so that ho may have another start in life. The elder is the ‘good boy’ upon w’hon? the moth er depends to help give his sisters new dresses for the winter parties, yet he never has a party given for him. He never had a fatted calf killed that he might entertain his friends, though for years he has cared for the cattle by day and has seen that they were prop erly milked at night, lie is the ‘good boy’ who never had a tine ring put on ids finger. The folks laughed at his horny lingers, which were knotted from handling the plow and wielding the hoe and the ax. Ills feet were never measured for dancing slippers because his sandals were always soiled and dirt begrimed. He was always work ing in the fields. The drunkards, the profligates, the midnight earousers, the libertines and the associates of lewd companions are the ones who, when they reform, have the smiles and the dancing parties given to them, not the elder brothers who have never done any wrong.” Some years ago a young college classmate said to me: “It never pays to be good. When I am good and stay at home, then father and mother mere ly take my goodness as a matter of course, but if I only go off on a long carousal then nothing is too good for me when I come back home. There’s lots of fun in being a repentant prod igal. There is no fun in always being a goody, goody boy, who never gets the fatted calf killed for Ids benefit.” “My sympathies have always been with the elder brother in the parable,” once wrote John It. Paxton, the great New York preacher, and the popular sym pathy of the world from time imme morial has been with the elder brother of my text and not with the repentant herder of the swine, who returned in laes and as a beggar to his father’s house. Two Kin (Ik of I'uultK. But neither of the brothers is por- trayed as an example. Both were bad, though in different ways. We eas ily see the faults of the younger broth er: they were open and scandalops; but the faults of the elder brother, being decorously covered up by dutiful con- duct, arc not so easily recognized. In estimating character on God’s lines we have t<f ask not only what a man has done, but what he is. Meanness and unbrotherliness and cruelty in the heart deface a man’s character as indelibly as open iniquity. They make men. as Christ said, like “whited sepulchers, which indeed appear beautiful outward, but are within full of dead men’s bones and of all uncleanness.” Therefore I place niy chief emphasis upon the siu- lul life of the elder brother, to shovy that the so called respectable sins of self righteousness are of all sins the most to be dreaded and that it is the duty of the preacher to warn his hear ers against them. The elder brother is the modern Phar isee. who thanks God that he is not as other men. He complacently looks upon the drunkard and the social out- east and the pauper and says to his friends: “Just look at me. 1 never had any more advantages than those peo ple have had. I was of u high strung, impetuous nature, yet I never would let my evil desires get the better of me. I have never been drunk. 1 have never run up a bill 1 was unable to pay. I never was a frequenter of the chibs, nor a convivial associate of mid night earousers. Indeed, to lie frank with you. I have just about as good opinion ol my moral attainments as Prim-e Bismarck had of his skill in statesmanship. When some one asked the Iron Chancellor who he thought was the brainiest statesman in all Europe. Bismarck replied: ‘Modesty forbids my stating who Is the brainiest, because then I might have to mention my own name. But I am perfectly willing to state that Benjamin Dis raeli is without doubt the second ablest statesman in all Europe.’ Other saints." remarks the Pharisaical elder brother, "may be my equal In moral attainments, but 1 am sure there is no superior in all the world to my bumble self- But. my Pharisaical friend, though in one sense you may never have bro ken the criminal code of your state, yet there are more ways than one of break- big the moral and the spiritual laws, ^h.vloek the outraged Jew. may have I 4eu legally an honorable man. but In Ibh ’ • of God and of the community in which he lived Shyloek was a fiend | end n murderer at heart. Like a pan ther eroii. hing among the long grasses ,>f the African prairie, waiting for the time li" could spring upon a helpless antelope, Shyloek was longing for the i time when he could lay Antonio a corpse at his feet. \ UtnVcl In diameter. Elder brothers, you have no ground for pride if the restraint that Inn* kept you from prodigality is itself a defect of character. It is true that you have not gone off as a prodigal into a far country of sin. You have not given a midnight banquet and started your young friends on the path to a drunk ard's grave by teaching them how to iiuy their lips in tin* red poison of the I wine cup. You may have been too dingy for that; yon may have been so mean and stingy that there is no fear that you would drink a glass of wine or smoke a cigar unless some one else paid for it. It is not principle that saves some men from goint; to destruc- i tion by the broad highway of disso luteness, but penuriousness. They hold I on to every dollar they have and are too stingy to spend a cent. They keep their money as long as they can and never give a cent to a friend unless they make that friend give them a first class security and pay full interest. But. my so called respectable and up tight Pharisaical friend, though you are not a prodigal, you may be a usur er, an extortioner and a slanderer. You may he a robber of the poor widow’s mite and a contemptible tyrant in your dealings with your debtors and your employees. You may be a peddler of evil reports and a murderer of your neighbor’s reputation. You may be one of those keen, cold automatons without one drop of human kindness in your heart. You may be so merci less in your dealings with mankind that you will not stop for one moment to consider the sad causes which led your friends into sin or Into financial difficulty. And, elder brother, if your faults are meanness and avarice,though you may have never violated the crim inal code of your state, you are at heart a sinful monster, a financial tyrant; you are at heart a merciless calumnia tor. < Jod despises your unrepented sins just as much as he despises the sins of the prodigal in the far country. Satan is no nearer being a Christian gentleman for dressing himself in broadcloth. The hangman’s noose is no loss fatal for being deftly placed about the doomed throat by white fingers a-glitter with diamond rings. Because you, oh, elder brother, stay at home and live under your father’s roof, that is no reason why you may not be living 10.000 miles away from your father’s love. I do not believe there is a more contemptible character painted in all the word pictures of the Bible than this cold blooded, unforgiving, sneering, carping elder brother, who was ready to take every advantage he could over his fellow men if he could only do so without disobeying the letter of the law. Instead of being drunk with wine he was intoxicated with self con ceit and selfishness. Instead of being a beggar or earning his broad by tend ing swine he was ready to unkennel the bloodhounds of vindictive rancor, which would tear a repentant brother limb from limb. A Desplcnlile Spirit. Thp elder brother thinks that his Di vine Father's house is not big enough to la Id two sons. He feels that if his brother is allowed to come back the re turning prodigal will crowd him out of some room which rightfully belongs to him. He says to himself: “There is that drunken loafer of a boy. He has taken his one-half of the property; now he is coming back to cat up part of my half. I know that father is so kind hearted that he will give part of my rightful inheritance to this lazy spend thrift, tiffs boon companion of dissolute characters. If he has spent his all, then let him starve. That is just what he deserves. He has no right coming back, to be a vampire upon my prop erty.” So the selfish elder brothers In many of our large churches refuse to let the prodigals come among them and will not allow them to be received as equals in their Father’s house. They seem to think that the advent of the poor and outcast means their own so cial extinction and their spiritual de basement. YVhqre can the despicable. Pharisaic al spirit of the elder hi other be found more conspicuous than in some of your modern Sunday school classes? “Oh,” say the well dressed young girls of that class, “you are not going to put that poor girl in our class. Why, it will ruin the whole class! You can’t expect the daughters of millionaires to asso ciate with sewing girls even in a Sun day school.” Where can you find a more despicable. Pharisaical spirit than in the missionary life of some of our large city churches? There are many large and wealthy churches that are supporting missions in the foul slums of the city, yet whose members would not for one instant allow the poor to sit in their own pews or kneel at their communion tables. An^l, mark you, this Pharisaical spirit of old is not only found among the rich, but also among the poor. Some years ago the Avon dale church of Cincinnati, of which the Rev. Charles F. Goss is pastor, tried to run a mission in the slums. Dr. Goss declared that that mission had to be abandoned because of the Phar isaical spirit which was to lie found there among the poor. There, even among the rugs and sins of poverty, he found there were classes. Sinful men and women would not associate with each other because some of them thought their own rags were a little cleaner and better than their neigh bor’s rags. So all through the church and the world you find this contempti ble spirit of tbe elder brother. We find so called Christian men and wom en who protest against the prodigal's lenirn because they fear, the younger brother’s reformation might In some w .y injure their own social and spir itual standing. „ The Two Sons. The elder brother never longs to sat- is'y the divine cravings of his father’s love. I have no sympathy with some of the excuses that are made for that prodigal son. I have no sympathy with those who declare that young men are led astray into the far country of sin because they have generous impulses and abnormal affections and therefore cannot say no to the tempter. That prodigal was an ingrate, every way you take him. He was a selfish, contempti ble, dissolute rake. No man is large hearted who will take a friend to a saloon or open a bottle of wine at a club when in order to do it he makes his own children go hungry and dress In rags. No generous hearted young man will go into the far country of sin and recklessly squander his money when at the same time he knows that liis old father is weeping at home, with his eyes a fountain of tears; but, though that younger son was a selfish, despi cable character, the elder was just as despicable. When the elder brother heard the music which signaled the parental joy over the repentant prod igal's return; when he saw the eyes of his father glistening with love and his cheeks flushing with a holy thankful ness, he would have rejoiced for his father’s sake if lie had not been selfish and would not have tried to stab the old man to the heart. Did he not say in effect: “Yes, wo shall drive that dis solute debauchee back to his swine trough. Then we can have the pleas ure of seeing father again restlessly pacing the tioor through the long, weary hours of the night.” Did he not want to hear that dear, old, gentle, for giving father again moan over his way ward boy as David mourned over his dead son Absalom? If that elder brother had been the right kind of a son, he would have seen what joy came into the father’s heart at the return of his repentant son. lie would have immediately said: "What difference does money make if I can only make father happy? Away with the question of dollars and cents if my brother’s return is only a true return.” So every Christian today, if he is the right kind of a Christian, does not think about the social condition of his repentant fellow man. He immediately says, when the publicqu bows at the mercy seat: “Oh, the joy and the rap ture of heaven. Oh, the look of tri umphant love which is upon my Divine Father’s face. Oh, the celestial music which in groat tidal waves of sound is rolling through the golden boulevards of the New Jerusalem. Oh, the an gelic* voices in heaven which are every- were shouting the glad tidings: ‘The prodigal has returned! The prodigal has returned to his Father’s house!’” The Luck of Fnlth. The elder brother’s conduct also shows a lack of faith in his father. He refuses to believe that his Divine Fa ther's love is powerful enough to change a sinner into a saint. Infidelity oftmi Intrenches itself in the pew and behind the church pulpit. Some church members, and some ministers of the gospel, are only theorizing when they profess to believe that Jesus Christ can pardon sin. They profess to believe that Christ can transform the seven deviled Marys into the Marys who are willing to sit at his feet and worship, hut these skeptical elder brothers go forth into the great, wide, sinful world and by their practical behavior scatter their ideal spiritual theories to the four winds. When the reformed drunkard comes home, they cry out: “What is the good of letting that unprincipled loafer into the house? He is just like other drunk ards. He is only repenting for a little while so that lie may get some money out of us and go forth on another spree. Drive him out at once. Let him go to the poorhouse, where he be longs.” When the young girl who has led a dissolute life wants to lead a pure life, instead of finding the willing arms of forgiveness held out to her by her elder sisters she finds only the shut doors of a contemptuous rebuke. Why? Because the cynical elder sisters do not believe that a prodigal woman with a black past can ever, even by divine power, be changed into a sainted wom an witli a spotless future. The crim inal lias served Ids penitentiary term and is liberated from the stone cell. Is the great world at large ready to for give him ai d receive him back! into honorable employment if he repents? Oh, no! The elder brothers and elder sisters are so bitter against the ex-con victs that many a repentant one has deliberately returned to his crimes be cause lie could earn a living in no oth er way. When a visiting minister, some years ago, asked a convict if ho would not like to be free, tiffs answer was given: “Why should I want to bo free? Is the honest world ready to re ceive me with an outstretched hand of love? No. In the world’s eyes the striped suit of the convict always cov ers a heart of total depravity. Because I have once done wrong the world Is never willing to believe that I am will ing to do right. I must always live an outcast. I must die a criminal.” My brothers and sisters, can it be possible that we do not believe that the love of God is powerful enough to save men? Can It be possible that you and 1 do not believe 'the omnipotent hand of Christ is able to lift the vilest of sin ners out of their sins if they will only reach up for that saving hand? Can wo not have at heart as much faith in Christ’s power to save a repentant white man as Robert Moffat had In Christ’s power to save a repentant black man? Would that we might all in our dealings with the prodigal son lie like that great African missionary when he wrote upon the white leaf of a young girl's album these suggestive words: My album Is savage breasts, Whe-e passion reigns and darkness rest* Without one ray of light; To write the name of Jesus there, To point to worlds, both bright and fair, And see the pagans bow in prayer Is all my soul’s delight. The elder brother does not realize fully that his Divine Father is show- iiiv more magnanimity in bearing with his respectable meanness than in wel coming baek the repentent prodigal boy. I feel sorry for the wife who is married to a drunkard or to a gambler or to a dissolute clubman. That must be a crushing cross for a mother to car ry for the sake of her children—to feel that for the baby's welfare she must associate with a man from whom the la v courts of the land would give her a divorce if she only presented her evi dence. But, though tiffs may be true, I feel almost as sorry for a wife who has to live with one of those cross grained, sneering. Irritating, fault find ing, jealous husbands wl*< are wearing out and sapping away the life and hap piness of many a home—I mean a wife who has to live with one of those heart less, brutal men who go around with soft voices and spilling faces and yet are as merciless as a hornet thrusting a sting; I mean a wife who has to live with a man who considers every day wasted unless -lie is able to overreach somebody and yet will do the over reaching in such a polite and deferen tial way that his victim can say noth ing and have no recourse to justice. But there is no need of my going on and further describing tiffs hypocritical j class. You have a representation of j that class in the character of the elder | brother. He is to be seen everywhere. ' Ho is to bo seen inside the church as well as outside. And yet the good fa ther in the parable of the prodigal son was ready to speak just as forgivingly to his elder son ns to the younger. The Father'll I^ornriveneiiH. The other day a person asked me what I •considered the most beautiful sentence in the parable. This was my answer: “It is not to be found in the good father’s dealings with the youn ger, but with the elder, son. When the servant came in and told the good fa ther that his elder boy was acting un- filially and unbrotherly, the father did not lose his patience. He did not send a peremptory command to his elder son to come to him at once, as he had a right to do, but, as a servant, he left the banquet hall. He went out into the darkness of the night and placed ids arm gently about his sinful elder son's neck, as he answered in a plead ing. yearning voice, ’Son, thou art ever with me, and all that I have is thine.’ That is as much as to say: ‘My boy, my dear boy, I am not trying to do you any injustice. I shall not take away any of your inheritance. All that I have is yours. What I long for is for the love and the purity of my children. I want my two boys to lie always by my side. Come, my child; come back to your father's love. Come back into the old homestead which I have prepared for you.’ ” Oh, that answer to me is beautiful! That answer is the sweet est, gentlest, most loving and yet most pleading rebuke ever spoken by the lips of any of the characters of th6 Bible. That is a Christ love pleading for you and for me to come into the Father’s house and nestle as a lamb In his bosom. But, after ail, the most impressive part of the elder brother's history is the abrupt way in which the parable ends. There is no doubt the younger son was forgiven. No doubt the repent ant prodigal was able to enjoy the rest and the home pleasures of the father’s house. But how about that cynical, self satisfied and complaining elder brother? Did ho ask forgiveness of liis father? Did tie go into the ban quet where the feast was being cele brated? I do not know. I cannot tell. The parable ends with the earnest plea of the father. We must take the rest as wo will. Personally I have my doubts about the salvation of that eld er brother. It is sometimes far easier for the sinner down in the slums to come to Christ than for the rich son living in a luxurious palace. A Lon don missionary was one night called up to go to a dying girl. This wayward child at the time was living In a disso lute house. When the missionary en tered the room, he found a sinful sis ter holding in her arms the head of the dying girl, and she was saying: “Jennie, it is all right. Put your love and ‘rust in Jesus. *He died for just such sinful girls as we are. Jennie, put your faith in Jesus Christ.” Yes, we can all feel that Christ died for the prodigal son, but it is awfully hard for some of the sinful older brothers and sisters to feel that it was neces sary for Jesus Christ to die for them and their sins. My elder brother in sin, are you going to stay out of your Father’s house? Are you going to re fuse to put your faith in Christ and come into the marriage banquet of the Lamb? Mr. Moody tells the story of a sol dier dying in one of the field hospitals of the civil war. The soldier f,ent for his chaplain to come to help him in the hour of death. Mr. Moody said, “I wish I could help you die in peace, but Christ alone can help you do that” Then Mr. Moody read to him from his Bilffe passage after passage ontii he came to one of the sweetest verses of all, “As Moses lifted up the serpent in the wilderness, even so must the Son of Man be lifted up. that whosoever be lieve! h on him should not perish, but have everlasting life." The dying man at that point cried: “Stop! Is that there? Oh. I did not know that was in ! the Bible. Please read those few words | again.” Then the dying man Just pll- ' lowed his head upon that promise and went to sleep in the arms of Christ to i wake amid the hosannas of heaven. Elder brothers and elder sister??, will I you look to that cross today which I lift up? Will you hear the gospel Invl- ation whleh Is given to you to come In to your Father's house? W'U you here " d now sit down by Christ and by the Ide of your repentant prodigal broth r? [Copyright. 1!»03. by Louis Klopsch.1 Thousands Have Kidney Trouble and Don’t Know it. How To Find Oat. Fill i 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. 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In his order of sale, Judge New man named numerous small creditors who are to be given priority in the settlement of claims. The largest creditors of the company are the ex ecutors of Aaron French. $160,924.63; J. M. Patterson, $2,348.44; and P. N. French, $2,800. Brutus J. Clav was named as commissioner of sale. X i worn i v i \ >i a uja- « • OD£b riot to pr*>ter <l to somebndv thst she vv r ol so sure . ix ut, it as she would 'ike to he. rtiH scriiii i o' a u'.ri may cua.-'e the i-s of i limn or even death when ii md poisoning results from the in- iii ■ i A i d n';rT of this may be • v ii ff, how-Vi r, by pr mipMy apply- i - CtiMinberlHio’s Psin Balm. It is o rtfi T i- pile ind quick heul ng Jini. i n* for cu'-. iirui-o-s u- ri burns. For hi <’her k >- Drug Co., Gaffney, * ’.. or L. I) Ai 1 i->on, Cowpens. Sorn • men hav- such a way with hem when Ho y birri* your ni :iey hey mule- \ou id* k they are doing ui a favor Nearly Forfeits His Life. A runs vtv min ist, coding fatally, aricd a horrihlc ulcer on the leg of • B O ner. F i kon Grove, III. For our years P n ti d nil doctors and all medies Bu* ILicklcn’ j Arnicii rialve ad no tr m ile to cure him Equally ■ tod for Bures Bruises. Skin Erup- mns tuiii Piles. 2.)' at Ohfirokee Drug Women ar * s i naturally deceitful Hi t they can fool themselves into hinking they have good figures when they are like n sick of fl uir. The Value Of Kxix-rl Treatment. Everyone who is tfllicted with a chronic disease experience great diffi culty in having their case intelli gently treated by the average physi- ian. These diseases can only be ■xnreri hv a specialist who understand them thoroughly. Dr. J. Newton Hathaway, n A riant a (Ja , is acknowl edged the most skillful and successful specialist in the Uoi'e i States. Write him for his expert opinion of your case, for which he mak s no charge. Once there w^s a man who was afraid of n *h ■ U , hut he got married. EVERY CHURCH or institu- 'ion nupuorred n» voluntary contri- tuition will he given a liberal quantity of Lungina' A* Martin z Pure Paints ■vhem yer t hev paint. Noth: Have done so for twenty- -even years S les; Tens of millions o f gallons; painted nearly two mil- ion hou-es under guarantee to re- OSint if not satisfactory : The paint •vears for periois up to eighteen years Linseed Oil must b« addeo to 'he paint, (1c e in two minutes) Ac- ual cost then about $1 2f) a paUnn Samples free Sold by our Mg* ms. -mith Hardware Go., Gaffney ; (Tile & Turner, Blacssburg