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1 W\ > s Greatest Chance Summer For three days ouly, Thurs day, Friday and Saturday, Aug. nth, 12th and 13th, we will offer our entire stock of Summer odds and ends at one- half price below cost. It’s now but ashort time till our Fall and Winter stock will begin to roll in by the carload, and we must have the room that our Summer odds and ends now occupy; and in our long experience in busi ness we have never known any better way of 'making a clean sweep of goods than to PUT THEM DOWN TO FIGURES THAT WILL BE SURE TO MOVE THEM. For 3^these three days we will offer values in Dress Goods, such k as Silk Swisses, Silk Mulls, Lawns, etc., that will open the eyes of any manufacturer. IN OUR SHOE DEPART- MEN T we will offer the balance of our Oxfords at one-half price. We have had a flatter ing business in Men’s Ladies’ and Children’s Oxfords since lour short location here, so that [we haven’t a big stock in these [lines; but if you can find your Isize they will be exceedingly |low in price, and the cuts and styles are up to the minute. If we had space we could tell rod^f many other good things it astonishingly low j rices yhich will go in this sale. You iced not expect to find a store full of these good things—if our tore were full of Summer toods now we couldn’t afford throw them out at these jces. temember the days. he Fair H. HALL, Mgr. S e v m 0 n i By Rev. Frank De Witt Talmage, D. D. Los Angeles, Cal., Aug. 7.—In this sermon the reader is taken into an enchanted realm beneath the waves, and a novel and stnthge interpretation is given to the mystery of the sea. The text is Revelations xxi, 1. “And there j was no more sea.” Who was the writer? Where were his feet planted when he saw the spec-? taeles which he describes in his divine ly inspired Apocalypse? These two conditions must be clearly understood before one can in any true way grasp the meaning of the words of my text. Indeed, to properly appreciate the words or the actions of any man we must first put ourselves in that man’s place. We all understand this condition in everyday life. Why, then, cannot we put ourselves In the biblical writers’ places when we try to interpret the holy book? During the darkest days of the civil war Congressman Dixon of New York state entered the White House with a long list of grievances.; which he and some of his colleagues had drawn up against the government. Abraham Lincoln heard him patiently until he was through. Then he said: ’’Dixon, I believe you and your friends, were truly honest men when you drew up those criticisms against my admin istration. But the trouble is you fel lows do not put yourselves in my place. If you did, you would do just about w hat I am doing. I tell you how I will tlx those matters. You go home and think up all the things you would like me to do, and then come back to morrow and tell me the result, and 1 will do Just w hut you want me to do.” Congressman Dixon said: ”1 went hack to my hotel that evening with my head high up among the clouds. 'Why,’ '.iid I to myself, 'Lincoln said lie will do anything I want him to do; that makes me tonight practically president of the United States.’" But after sup per that night Congressman Dixon went to his room. He laid the white sheets of paper upon his desk and be gan to plan what lie wanted Lincoln to do. The more, however, he thought, the more dillieult it was for him to tind anything to write. Why? Because tin* more he put himself in the president's place the H ere he felt he would d > just as Lincoln was doing and had done. "The next day came. I did not go to the White House." said Congress man Dixon, "neither did I go the next day or the next. About three weeks later 1 attended a public reception at the White House. As soon as 1 en tered the room the president saw me and he called out. ‘Hello, Dixon! Why did you not keep your appointment with me the day after our conversa tion ?’ ‘Because I was ashamed to do so.’ ‘Ah, yes,’ said Lincoln, ’I thought you would not come back. The actions and words of a man appear entirely different when you put yourself in that man's place than when you criticise them from an outsider’s standpoint.’ ” Put Yourself In Ills 1'Iuc-e. Today, in order to rightly Interpret the words of my text, we must first put ourselves in St. John’s place. In the first instance, we notice, he Is an old man. His life’s work was nearly done. A man at eighty looks at condi tions in heaven >and on earth differently from the way a young man at twenty looks at them. The struggles of life were to St. John very real and intense. For years he had been a resident of EphestV', In Asia Minor. He bad been a mighty factor in the spreading of the gospel through all those regions, lie had suffered for Christ; he had al most been martyred. The second fact we must notice is that St. John is an exile. Like Napoleon at St. Helena, he knew that in all probability he could never again go back to his earthly work. Under the Domitian persecu tion, he was sent to this lonely, rock- bound island of the Mediterranean. Therefore the sea meant more to him than it might mean to some of us. It meant, as I shall try to show, first, the "sea of mystery;” secondly, the "sea | of hate;” thirdly, the "sea of separa tion;” and fourthly, the "sea of spirit ual struggle.” By putting ourselves in St. John’s place as exiles upon the island of I’atmos, I believe we can symbolize all these facts. First, the sea is a mysterious mon ster. Do we have to go to a Johan- nian vision to know that? Has any man, woman or child ever stood upon ; the beach and looked off upon the ; mighty deep and not wondered about what was happening away down in the depths that no fathom line has ever yet been able to sound? For years and years Africa was called the dark eon- , tlnent. No white man’s foot had pene- trated its secret haunts until the last century. But the dark continent was never more dark than Is the dark ocean. What Henry M. Stanley has been to darkest Africa in one sense Sir Wyville Thomson, and after hU, death Sir John Murray, have been to the depths of the sea. The scientists have unraveled a few of the sea’s mys teries. They have shown the world that there are different sea currents flowing over one another In different directions,! as the different currents of the air al low the aeronaut to Journey in one di rection or another. By deep sea dredg ing they have brought up from the low est ocean depths the primeval ooze, the deposit perhaps of millions of, years. They have captured strange. creatures which have never been seen before by the eyes of man. The results j >f their Investigations have been col- ected into one of the greatest of all iicientific volumes, entitled the "Book of Oceanography.” But. after all, though some of the ocean’s mysteries have been investigated, the most of those mysteries are as yet unraveled. They will always remain as mysteries until suitable apparatus has been in vented by means of which divers can descend and pass at leisure through the paths of the sea now untrodden by the foot of man. In all probability that time will never come before the day when the seas have been licked up by the long red tongues of the flames which shall wrap themselves about this old earth; when the archangel shall stand with one foot upon the land and the other foot upon the sea and swear that time shall be no longer. Ob, the mysteries of the sea! Who has ever been able to describe them? It was my privilege, some weeks ago, to see some of the wonders of the mighty deep. I took ship and went to the famous Catalina islands, off the southern coast of California. I went there for the fishing. I had heard away back in the east of the wonderful sea sport at that place. I heard it was no unusual sight to see there three and four or live jewflsh brought in. each weighing upward of 3im) pounds; that some fish had been caught there weighing over 500 pounds. These fish ermen had told me that there swam the tuna, the gamest fish of all the seas. There are the yellowtails and the barracudas and the rock bass and the whitetish, and scores of other fish. But though I saw fish caught at Cata lina weighing 300 pounds, the most marvelous sight by far that I ever witnessed there was what was revealed to me in the depths of the sea by the glass bottomed boats. Survival of Fittest. A strong muscled oarsman, who knew every nook and corner of that coast, rowed us out. The center of the boat had no keel, but, instead, a glass flooring. As we rowed on we could see down and down, fifty, sixty, seventy and eighty feet. Here were the rocks, piled up in incongruous forms, like unto the Bad Lands of the Dakotas. There were walls of rocks, dismantled fortresses in rocks, crumbling cathe drals in rocks, shattered masonry in rocks, whole fallen Jerichos in rocks; pyramids and palisades were in rocks. Rocks in column, rocks aslant, im mensities and infinities of rock. In yonder cavern a fish, hermitlike, was dwelling. \Ve could see his head as he silently kept vigil, watching the other fish swim by. Now darted past hun dreds of thousands of sardines, chased by a larger fish. In those depths, as on the land, the “survival of the fittest" is the law of life—the big fish eat the smaller fish. Nov, we seem to be pushing our way into the marine farmlands. Whole gardens of vegetables seem to be plant ed upon the locks. Many of those forms of vegetable life are named after the table foods we grow in our country gardens. There are the waving wheat- fields and silken bearded corn just ready for the husking, and the meadow lands green and red with clover tops. Now we seem to be entering the Indian and African Jungles. The seaweeds are matted and snarled together. They seem to take upon themselves all col orings. Here are the long, clinging vines, there the broad leaves and the narrow leaves, the short leaves and the long loaves. There are leaves in the mass and here leaves with rents in their curtains, through which we can see the glistening fin of a goldfish, red as gold aye, ml as blood. Fish, like unto which in color I never saw, be cause these fish are never caught with the hook; thesj goldfish are vegeta rians. Now we seem to be wandering among the Calaveras groves of the sea. These weeds lift themselves like mighty oaks. With their outspreading branches they seem to be offering sure anchorages for birds’ nests, only for the fact that no feathered orchestras can dwell in the depths of the seas. Now the bare rocks appear again and seem to be like unto mighty mountains in their impressiveness, crying: “Come, man, come, and take my gold! Come and take my silver! My bones tire cop per, my heart is iron; come and tak<- my wealth!" As we wandered on. peering into this strange and unknown world, I say to myself: "There are the revealed mysteries of the sea seventy feet deep. What must be the mys teries of the sea hundreds of feet deep, miles deep, mifathomably deep? What must be the mysteries of the sea when the Jewflsh, weighing one-half thou sand pounds, rubs up his side against the whale, weighing thousands upon thousands of pounds?” Yes, the sea is a mystery, a great unfathomable mys tery. God Is a Myntepy. What the mysterious sea was to the lonely exile looking off upon the Med iterranean God always has been and always will be to us on earth. He is a mystery. We know that he created the world, but how? We cannot tell. We know that In the beginning Christ was, and yet he was born a helpless babe. How? We cannot tell. We know that John, as the beloved dis ciple, walked and lived with Christ Yet, concerning many facts about the personality of Jesus, John was as much in the dark as was Nicodemus when he said, “How can these things be?" Paul compares our knowledge of God to a little child’s knowledge of a hu man parent. We know that our babies cannot fully understand us. Therefore Paul says: “Now we look through a glass darkly. Now I know only in part.” Do you wonder that when John began to use the mysterious ocean as the symbol of a mysterious God he orh*d out In the words of my text In reference to heaven, “And there was no more sea?’’ All the mysteries of earth shall receive heavenly solution when the seas shall vanish away. The sea of mystery is to be scattered. Yes. but the great “sea of hate" Is also io disappear on the millennial dawn. That sea of blood shall forever disap pear. the drinking of which turns a human heart into that of a wild beast’s when lie Is willing to trample upon and destroy his weaker fellows. That sea of blood shall be licked up which makes man fawn at the feet of man only be cause. I'.ke .1 tiger's cub. his claws are not yet sharp enough and his Jaw not vet strong .nauh to tear limb from limb the be ng he now salutes as mas ter an.! k!:: .. I >i |;erh w ■ had '.letter describe how the w mis «.f my text may mean the “sea of hate" before we make our application to this truth. God made of one blood ail nations, to dwell upon the f.y.'e of the earth. He never intend ed Jews to lie antagonistic to gentiles or human governments to be arrayed against human governments. He never intended the dividing walls of color to separate the white races from the black, or the yellow skins of the Asiatics to be at war with the combin 'd forces of the civilized world. But the oceans, perhaps, more than any >ther means, have been the cause which has produced these much to be deprecated results. Great seas have flowed in between the continents. For thousands of years the navigators wore unable to cross them, " he ocean beds are so broad and long t.iat though the Australian continent, with an area of 2.!>44J53S square miles, was discovered by the Dutch explorers in 100b, it was practically lost for nearly two cen turies. as a pebble might be lost in the bottom of a lake. It had to be redis covered by Captain Cook in 1771. Thus widely separated peoples grew up with separate interests. They spoke differ ent languages. Their countenances were bleached by the snows of the frigid zone or darkly tanned by the tropical beats. Because they had no previous intercourse they associated themselves in clans or banded them selves together in nations. When they confronted each other, they came not as friends, but as armed foes. The “Sea of Hate.” Do you suppose that if Carthage had been situated only a few miles from Rome there would have ever been a Ilamilcar lighting at Mount Eryx or u ilumilear’s greater son, Hannibal, be ing defeated by Seipio the Great at Zama, in 2<»2? The reason Carthage hated Rome and Rome hated Carthage was because they were separated by a “sea of hate" called the Mediterra nean, two thousand miles long and seven hundred miles wide. The “sea of separation" became, like the Dead sea, a “sea of blood." Do you sup pose England would ever have treated the American eiHonies as she (’id dur ing the eighteenth century had she not been separated from them by an At lantic ocean three thousand miles wide? Why, the American colonists were of the same blood as those who lived on English shores. The children of the Virginia planters and of the Massa chusetts aristocrats were all sent over to the English schools to be educated. But no, England would not treat her American subjects as she did those who were earning their bread on the London Strand. The “sea of separa tion” became the "sea of hate," and the bloody Revolutionary war was merely the echo of the Atlantic’s moan ing waves lapping Plymouth rock and Dover cliffs. Do you suppose Rome would have ever placed her iron heel of tyranny upon the neck of the prostrate Hebrew had Jerusalem not been separated from the capital of the Caesars by the same waves which separated Rome from Carthago? Of course certain nations have been and are separated from oth er nations by the barriers of mighty mountain ranges. The Pyrenees sepa rate France from Spain and the mighty Alps form the northern boundary of Italy and the western boundary ot An tria and the southern boundary of Germany, and shut up Switzerland as with a Chinese wall. But, after all, the greatest separators of nations al ways have been the mighty seas. Thus, when St. John looked off upon the Wa ters of the Mediterranean and said, "And there was no more sea," ho meant practically this: In heaven there shall be no hate, no bitterness, no fault findings, no bloodshed, no Jew hating Roman, no Roman hating Greek, no Japan fighting Russia and no Spain sucking the lifeblood of a prostrate Cuba. Then love and kindness and sympathy and mutual self sacrifice will bind the human family together, be cause the "sea of hate" shall forever disappear. But r.s the “sea of separation" Is sometimes the “sea of hate,” so it may be also the impassable barrier which separates friend from friend. Napo leon, fretting life away in St. Helena, or Captain Dreyfus, suffering on Dev il’s island, or Victor Hugo, in exile on the island of Guernsey, were no more separated from their friends than was St. .John, on Patinos, separated from his friends. Legend tells us that he was sent to work in the Patmos mines as the Russian exiles are put to work in the Siberian mines. But when the day’s work was done St. John was al lowed to freely roam over the Patmos rocks. No prison walls were more se cure than this prison of the apostolic exile. And now, tnethluks, I can see him, his white hair being tossed by the winds. He strains his eyes as he looks over the Mediterranean waters to Asia Minor, where he knows his Chris tian eolaborers are working among the churches of Asia, ‘bih,” says the old patriarch, “in heaven I shall never be separated from those I love. I shall never have to part again from those who have labored by my side in the gospel vineyard. I shall never be com pelled to have the silver cords of af fection snapped at the grave. These waves of separation shall forever and ever be licked up. There shall bo no more MNi." Is not this reunion vision of the Isle of I’aiiuos to you a transcendent thought? Is it not an uplifting hope that those who were once snatched away from us by death shall be given back in all the beauty and love of the redemption? Not long ago the great battleship of the United States navy named,after the state of Missouri was threatened with annihilation. By a certain mishap the powder chargers on the decks were ignited and exploded. In an instant a spark might fly into the magazine room, and then the whole ship would be destroyed and six bun dred men might be burled into eternity. At once a gunner's mate who stood near jumped through the open door of the magazine room and slammed shut the iron door. The magazine room was flooded and the ship was saved; not, however, before the brave gunner's mate was nearly drowned in that mag azine room as a rat might be drowned in his hole. As with that gunner’s mate, sometimes it is our duty to face dangers. Sometimes we must, as it were, turn our backs upon our friends and slam shut an iron door, called the door of the tomb, which separates us from our dear ones. Sometimes we must be separated from those we love, even as St. John on the island of Pat mos was separated from his friends in Asia Minor. But in heaven God will give us back our loved ones. Y'es, there will be no separations, no partings there. For in heaven, according to the inspired Apocalypse, “there is no more sea.” Inward Spiritual Strife. But the Mediterranean waves beat ing against the Patmos rocks wete not only symbolic of external troubles, but also of an inward spiritual strife. When St. John gave his heart to Christ, in one sense he was emancipat ed from sin. But Satan never for an instant, this side of the grave, leaves off his struggle to capture a gospel stronghold. The Bible declares a Chris tian shall not be tempted by a sin greater than he can bear. But Chris tians always have to lie going to Christ for more spiritual strength in order to repel the Satanic onslaughts which are daily being made against the strong holds of their hearts. Gan we not find the symbol of a spiritual struggle in the never ending restlessness of the sea? "Ob,” said a lady some time ago to me, “I am so tired of hearing those waves beat up against the rocks.” Yes. those waves have been beating upagalnst those rocks for thousands of years. When sailing upon the ocean, some days its surface seems as calm as Loon lake asleep, as a smiling child in the broad lap of the Adirondack mountains. But that is only a slumber. Within a few hours she may awake with a scowling face, with the tire of the lightnings in her eye and with the shriekings of the tornadoes in her voice. In our lives the spiritual struggles keep on to the end. We have the “good angel” whis pering In one ear to be good; we have the “bad angel” whispering in the other ear to be bad. St. John, even up to the end of his life, had to light by the power of the Holy Spirit against the restless “sea of temptations.” So have we. About the best illustration of my thought that I know is the simple one which Dr. Frederick Goss told to bis Cincinnati people a few months ago. One day one of his Sunday school teachers was trying to explain to her class that there are two kinds of lives to live, the good life and the bad life. “Now, children.” she said, “all those little girls who want to live the ‘good life.’ will please step over on this nice warm carpet, and those <Vho want to live the ’bad life’ will stand on that cold, hard oilcloth?” Much to the teach er’s surprise, her own little girl put one foot upon the carpet and the other upon the oilcloth. “My dear.” said the mother in surprise, “you are standing upon both.” “I know it, mamma,” said the child, "but you know ‘thometlmes’ I want to be just a little bad.” So in every Christian life there has to bo a continual war against the world, the flesh and the devil. And when St. John looked off upon the troubled waters of the Mediterranean, lie not only looked off upon his own spiritual struggles, but at the same time he looked off in vision to the time when those spiritual struggles should forever pass away, when “there shall be no more sea.” Thus my text means more than a more figure of speech. It has more than a mere literal interpretation that heaven Is to be a place without at mospheric moisture. It means that the “mountain of Calvary” shall be large enough to hold all peoples who give their hearts to Jesus Christ. It means that this “mountain of Calvary” shall not only be a wide mountain, but a high mountain. It shall lift us up and up and up until It lifts us to the very gates of heaven itself. Oh, my brother and sister, will you not stand upon this mountain, this blood red Calvary moun tain? Will you not today let the island of Patmos be to you a stepping stone to a heavenly throne? There you will never again hear the surging waves of temptation beating against the'rocks of sin and threatening to sweep you out into the unfathomable depths. May the sunrise of a gospel hope shed to day its yellow beams over life’s trou bled waters and have for you a golden boulevard which shall lend up to the streets of a new Jerusalem, where there shall be “no more sea.” [Copyright. 1904, by Louis Klopsch.] VniM-rraaMry Delay. “Was papa really mad?” asked the girl. "Mad? Well, I should say!” replied her lover. “I came to the point right away and told him we intended to be married In the fall." "And what did he say?" "He said: ’What! Why not at once?’ ” —Philadelphia Press. ANNOUNCEMENTS Cards under this head will be in serted from now until the primary for $5.00 each for county officers; mag istrates’ announcements, (3.00. All fees must be paid in advance. For the Legislature. N. W. Hardin is hereby announced as a candidate for a seat in the House of Representatives, subject to the rules of the primary election. I am a candidate for a seat in the House of Representatives from Cher okee county, subject to the primary election. J. C. Otts. With the experience I now have as a legislator, from the confidence the people of Cherokee county imposed in me two years ago, I feel that I would now be better able to represent their interests than ever before; and upon this ground I hereby announce myself a candidate for re-election to the House of Representatives, sub ject to the rules of the Democrat:? primary election. W. D. Kirby. Upon my record r a legislator, I hereby announce myself a candidate for re-election to the general assem bly, subject to the decision of the Democratic primary. W. Judson SarratL W. F. McArthur is announced as a candidate for membership to the Legislature, subject to the rules and regulations of the Democratic party. For Superintendent of Education. I respectfully announce for re- election to the office of County Su perintendent of Education. J. L. Walker. For Treasurer. I announce myself a candidate for re-election, subject to the rules of the Democratic primary. W. Harry Gooding, County Treas. For Auditor. Believing we need a change in the auditor’s office, I hereby offer myself a candidate for the place, subject to the action of the Democratic primary. G. B. Daniel. Feeling that my friends through out the county have the confidence in me that they have had heretofore and soliciting a continuance of the same, I take pleasure in again an nouncing myself as a candidate for re-election to the office of county Auditor, subject to the action of the Democratic primary election. W. D. Camp. For Supervisor. I hereby announce myself as a can didate for Supervisor of Cherokee county, subject to the rules of the Democratic primary election. D. L. Vassey. I hereby announce myself as a candidate for Supervisor of Cherokee county, subject to the rules of the primary election. W. G. Austell. I hereby announcement myself a candidate for the office of Supervisor, subject to the action of the Demo cratic primary. Wm. (Chris) Phillips. For a change, R. M. Jolly for Su pervisor of Cherokee county. I hereby announce myself a candi date for re-election to the office of Supervisor of Cherokee county, sub ject to the rules of the Democratic party. J. V. Whelchel. For Congress. I am a candidate for Congress, from the Fifth Congressional District, subject to the result of the Demo cratic primary e!:ction. T. Y. Williams. We are authorized to announce D. E. Finley as a candidate for re- election to Congress from this, the Fifth South Carolina Congressional District. For Magistrate. I offer myself for re-election as one of the Magistrates of Limestone township, and respectfully solicit the support of the Democratic voters at the approaching primary. Chas. T. Bridges. James L. Strain is announced as a candidate for Magistrate for Gow- deysville township, subject to the decision of the primary election. FOR Building and Plastering Lime, Coal, and Plaster Hair, Plaster 7arls, Shingles, Portland Cement, Dynamite, Blasting Powder, Fuse and Dynamite Caps, call on UVESTOHE SPRINGS LIME WORKS. CARROLL A CO., Lmmu. Telephone 57. The Builders Supply Co. Successors to L. Baker. Will furnish you Building Material of the best that the markets afford and at the lowest living prices. No. t heart pine Shingles and Laths, and Devo’s cele brated Paints—guaranteed to go further and last longer than any other in the market. When in need of am thing in the building line, call and see us; we’ll treat you courteously aud ma<e \our es timates for nothing. It o 1% Vice-President and Manager.