Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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\ wM Women as Well as Men Are Made Miserable by Kidney Trouble. \ Kidney trouble preys upon the mind, dis courages and lessens ambition; beauty, vigor and cheerfulness soon i disappear when the kid neys are out cl order ' or diseased. Kidney trouble has become so prevalent that it is not uncommon for a child to be born 1 afflicted with weak kid neys. If the child urin ates too often, if the urine scalds the flesh or if, when the child reaches an age when it should be able to control the passage, it is yet afflicted with bed-wetting, depend upon it. the cause of the difficulty kidney trouble, and the first step should be towards the treatment of these important organs. This unpleasant trouble is due to a diseased condition of the kidneys and bladder and not to a habit as most people suppose. Women as well as men are made mis erable with kidney and bladder trouble, and both need the same great remedy. The mild and the immediate effect of Swamp-Root is soon realized. It is sold by druggists, in fifty- sent and one dollar . izes. You may have a jample bottle by mail ree, also pamphlet tell- Home of Swamp-Root, ng all about it, including many of the \housands of testimonial letters received | rom sufferers cured. In writing Dr. Kilmer l i Co., Binghamton, N. Y., be sure and | lention this paper. Don’t make any mistake, but re member the name, Swamp-Root, Dr. Kilmer’s Swamp-Root, and the ad dress, Binghampton, N. Y., on every bottle. Dr. Woollty’s PAINLESS AND Whiskey Cure SKNT FREE to all users of morphine, opium, laudanum, elixlrof opium,co caine or whiskey, a large book of par ticulars on homcor sanatorium treat ment. Address, Dr. B. M. WOOLLEY, P. O. Box 287, Atlanta, Georgia. Un-to-Date Market Your Heat on Ice. Svi 't’-i 11 :i i, ■»» n ; ii:i, li fi J cured Hams with skin taken off, sliced thin, for breakfast, or some nice Pork chop or Pork Steak, or some fine Kansas City Beef, good and mellow', or Cher okee Beef. Just as you like. Plenty of Irish Potatoes, Danish Cabbage, Onions and Sets, Country Produce when it can be got. Heavy and Fancy Groceries, Apples, Oranges, Lemons, Beans am) Peas, white and colored. Fresh Fish Fridays and Saturdays. Can fill your whole bill at our place. Goods delivered on time. Yours for business, 1^. W. JVleOUIIVIV Phone No. 60. Residence No. 23. By Rev. Frank De Witt Talmatfe, D. D. Host Anything And a little of everything is now being shown in my line: All the new’conceptions and fads . : : ..In The Jewelry Line.. From the [cheapest worth having ’to [the 1 very finest specimens and grades. Re pairing done by an Expert.] Thos. H. Westrope, Next to Shuford & LeMasler. Tin “BOSS’* COTTON PUSS! SIMPLEST, STOOUGEST, BEST Thk Murray Ginnmiq 8y«tkm Gins, Feeders, Condensers, Etc. G1BBKS MACHINERY CO. ColsssnblR. S. O. MURRAY IRON MIXTURE Now [is the time“to[ take a spring tonic. By far the best thing to take is Marniy’N£Iron Mixture. It makes pure blood and gets rid of that tired feeling. At all irug stores fiOo **» I ti j111 < or direct from The Murray Drug Co., Columbia, S. C. FOR Up-to-Date Job Print ing, call at the LEDGER Office. Gaffney, S. C. Los Angeles, Cal., Aug. G.—In this sermon the preacher takes for bis theme the hidden voices that call men to evil courses and brutish Indulgence and those that call us to higher, nobler and better living. The text Is Ecclesi astes x, 20, “For a bird of the air shall carry the voice, and that which hath wings shall tell the matter.” Ever since my boyhood days, when John Brown Introduced me to “Rab and His Friends,” animal stories have had for me a complete fascination. Seton Thompson's “Lives of the Hunt ed,” his “Wild Animals That I Have Known,” his "Biography of a Grizzly” and his “Trail of a Fanhlll Stag,” Rud- yard Kipling’s “Jungle Tales,” Mar shall Saunders’ “Beautiful Joe” and Miss Anna Sewell’s “Black Beauty” offer the widest range for the Imagi native writer and the greatest oppor tunities for pressing home moral truths. But, though many books have been and are being written whose he roes and heroines are eovered with the shaggy manes of the wild beasts or with the glossy coats of the domestic animals, by far the most interesting animal story I have ever read is Jack London’s “Call of the Wild.” Mr. Lon don was a very’ young man when be wrote ills masterpiece, yet that story has found an almost universal appro bation. There are always many voices calling us down to sin and back to an cestral evils. This sentiment stirred my heart when I first read the book. I was In r railroad car when "The Call of the Wild” was placed In my hand. Day after day we bud been traveling across the western prairies. I had finished all the books in my satchel when a gentleman crossed the aisle and said: “Here Is a little story; read It” I read It through in a very short time. But as I traced Jack Loudon’s mighty Kt. Bernard dog from being a pet of a California millionaire’s borne until it became a wild beast amid the snow’s of the far north, leading on a pack of hungry wolves, I asked myself tills other question: “Why Is there not ‘A Call of the Good’ as well as 'A Call of the Bad?’ Why do we not innumerable voices which scribed by Ecclesiastes as eve around us calling us to cease asso ciating with human wolves and de structive wild beasts as well as those that are calling us to -let loose our lower and viler natures?” As I sat in that car, with the Arizona deserts slip ping away underneath our wheels, I said to myself: “Yes, there is ‘A Call of the Good.’ It is even a better theme for a story than ‘The Cull of the Wild.’ May God help me to teach the glorious lesson that there are many voices about us, which are culling us up to his love, Instead of calling us down to Christ’s condemnation. “The Call of the Good,” In the first place, Is spoken by the lips of our an cestors, who have been fifty years, seventy-five, a hundred—aye, perhaps lot) years dead. It comes to us from forgotten graves, unmarked by tomb stones, or, If headstones are there, with epitaphs moss covered or eaten away by tune, the destroying Icono clast. It comes to us not so much from our fathers and our mothers, but from great-great-grandfathers, whose names we have never read unless we have ferreted them out In some genea logical library when trying to prove our descent from the pilgrim fathers of the Mayflower time or when trying to prove hereditary claim to some val uable property in England or Scotland or Germany whose late owners, who l»ore our family name, died childless and without lust will and testament. This “ancestral call of the good” comes to us in our dispositions, in our desires, us well as in our physical makeups and our entailed landed es tates. FAmtly RearmblRncea. There Is absolutely no doubt in any intelligent mind that we Inherit our physical qualities from our ancestors. If we could only have a family album which goes back generation after gen eration, how easy It would 1h> for some of us to tell from whence our physique and appearance came. l ean see you now turning over the pages of that im aginary album and looking at the dif ferent pictures. “Yes,” you suy, “brother John certainly looks like my mother’s mother, and my grandmother certainly looks like her father’s sister, and my great-great-aunt certainly looks like her grandfather.” And back, generation after generation, you go, tracing the physical resemblance of yourself and the other members of your family. Even with the few fam ily pictures you have you can trace wonderful similarities between your brothers and sisters and cousins and uncles and aunts and great-uncles and great-aunts and grandparents. Fur thermore, outsiders are able to trace these likenesses as well as your own biased eyes. Some time ago the president of one of our western colleges was calling at my house. When ray wife entered the parlor the visitor pointed to an oil por trait hanging upon the wall and said: “I know that Is one of your husband’s relatives 1 they look so much alike. Why, your husband looks far more like that man than he looks like his own father. Who Is he?” "That,” answer ed my wife, “Is Mr. Talraage’e great- uncle. Every one who enters this room Is struck by the similarity in their looks. That is the picture of Rev. Samuel K. Talmage of Georgia, who was president of the famous Ogle thorpe university and Mr. Talmage’s grandfather’s youngest brother.” If I look like Samuel K. Talmage, who died before I was born, why could he not have looked like his grandfather or great-grandfather? If I inherit my physical traits from my grandfather and he in turn from his grandfather, why, In the same way, cannot I trace back my spiritual nature and those higher yearnings after the better and nobler life and my holier desires—trace them back generation after generation to some remote progenitor? Why can not I hear that faroff voice pleading with me to be good and true? Jack Loudon’s noble St. Bernard dog heard “The Call of the Wild” pleading with him to become a wolfish king, to lead on his hungry pack to destroy the elk or the moose caught In the northern snows. My friends, we, too, may hear the strange ancestral voices within us. We know that the voices of our Chris tian forefathers and foremothers, per haps a hundred years dead, are now calling to us to live the Christ life and to walk with God. Voices—myriads of voices—are about us, voices celestial, voices demoniacal, ancestral voices which call us up as well as evil voices which call us down! As we place the palms of our hands as sounding boards back of our ears we may hear other strange voices call ing us to the higher life. At first we cannot make out what these voices are. We are in doubt whether we are listening to silence itself or to voices crying from a long distance. We* are in doubt whether we hear any real sound, Just as we used to be when, as boys, we would place our ears close to the railroad tfack to hear the rum bling of the oncoming train. At first we would hear a faint murmur,' the hum of the rail, but the train would come nearer and the rumbling would grow louder and louder. So, when we place our ears close to the side of the cradle, we seem to hear the voices of childhood days, the parental voices of the old homestead. These In chorus are sounding “The Call of the Good.” How long, how very long ago, in child hood days, those voices first sounded! CrIIh to the Higher Life. How many years back can you re member those voices of childhood? “Oh,” you answer, “I can remember back twenty, thirty, forty years ago. I can remember clear back to the time when I was five years of age. I re member when my father sold his farm and went to town and became a store keeper. We had a big yellow cat on that farm, which was my playmate. no, my cynical friend. That Is not what I find, as a rule, In the physician’s office. There I find as noble a class of men as ever lived, men who are doing one-third, perhaps one-half, of their work for nothing or perhaps even less than nothing. I go to the great Chi cago surgeon, Dr. Murphy, and say: "Dr. Murphy, here is a young girl suf fering. She has not a cent! Will you operate on her for nothing?” “I will,” says Dr. Murphy. “Send her down.” And send her down I did. I go to the brilliant Massachusetts lawyer, George F. Hoar, and say:. “Mr. Hoar, your country needs you. Will you live and die a poor man? Will you live in a boarding house in Washington upon a meager salary so that you may leave your country a rich heritage of a life sacriflged for duty’s sake?” The young lawyer, George F. Hoar, answers, “I will.” Senator Hoar lived and died financially a poor man. I enter the study of the great French author Zola. I say: “Mr. Zola, there is a young man, Alfred Dreyfus by name, who has been unjustly condemned and sent to Devil’s island. He never has committed a crime; neither have his accusers brought forth one proof of a crime. Will you throw your influence against the ringleaders of the French army? Will you be cursed and be cruci fied and sent to prison for Justice’s sake while you stab to death the in iquities that are destroying the French government?” Emile Zola answers, "I will.” I go into the college class room and say to some of the brightest stu dents sitting there: “Young men, will you fit yourselves for service in for eign missionary fields? Will you give your lives up to God and humanity for a mere pittance of a salary and be ! separated from all the opportunities of ; wealth that you eould win at the bar ! or in the medical profession or behind the merchant’s counter?” No sooner | do I speak than scores and hundreds of young men raise their hands and cry: ' “I will! If my God and my country need me, I am ready to lay down my life in their service. I wiH! I will!” Oh, the noble sacrifices for justice and honor and truth and (’hrist and coun- try and home and loved ones we can ; see on every hand! Do not these In- , spire you and me to answer “The Call of the Good?” Do they not bkl you ; say, “I will; yes, in God’s name, I will ' live the higher saerifici&l life for oth- | ers?" ChanRvd and Parlfled. But, after all, I believe the greatest j “Call of the Good" comes from the tes timony of men and women who were j once, as wild beasts of passion, roam ing over the mountains of sin, carrying until they think that even Christ him self has ceased to love them or to care for them. I offer It not so much in the homes of purity as upon the wild mountain sides of sin, in the thickets of evil and in the cold blizzards of de spair. Remember, Christ comes to us not so much as a judge, but as a Saviour, a rescuer, a redeemer. Will you listen to the “Divine Call of the Good?” Will you be purged with hyssop until you are clean? yfiil you be washed in the atoning blood until your garments Iwcome whiter than the driven snow? Christ would save even the lowest and the vilest. He would save Paul, the chief of sinners, even as he would save the gentle John. He would do for us In a spiritual way what that Indian mother in a physical sense tried to do for her little daughter many years ago upon one of the ice floes of Lake Hu ron. This mother was an Indian squaw of Manitoulin Island, of the OJibway tribe. She was standing up on the Ice near to the shore one even ing. Suddenly the Ice upon which she stood parted, and the block blew out into the lake. Next morning the In dians found her frozen body, with her dead baby by her side. But before the mother died this Indian squaw took off her own clothes and wrapped them about her baby. Then with her naked body she lay down upon the Ice to shield her child from the fierce winds and cuddled the little one close under her naked breast. So the divine Christ has come to us. He has laid down his life as a sacrifice for us. He has placed his body between us and the evil results of our sins, and today upon the cross he says: “Oh, sinner, come to me; live in me. I have died that,you w mlght live forever In God and with God!” Mon and women who, as wild beasts of passion, aro roaming over the hill sides of sin, will you not heed this divine Invitation? Will you let the blood of an atoning Saviour bo shod in vaUi? From being a sinful, human beast and spiritual outcast will you not lie changed Into one of Christ’s glori fied spirits of earth arid heaven, which shall live under the divine benediction and dwell with your redeemed ones « • forever and ever? “The Call of the Good” Is here. Listen. Do you hear it? Will you answer its summons now? Jesus, take this heart of n\l*e. Make It pure and wholly thine. Thou hast bled and died for me; I will henceforth live for thee. [Copyright, 1906, by Louis Klopsch.] t hear the j wanted to take that cat along to ,l, ‘ ath u,ul twrror everywhere but who, nw de - town, but mother would not let me. j b >’ the of tiod ’ hare lm>n cou, ‘ ,-erywhere when the ch | klr e Ul of whom I was changed. Their voice was once the youngest, were piled Into the wag on to leave the old house, I cried so hard that mother at last relented and said I could take the cat. I remember bow I held that cat in my arms and carried her to our city house.” What, cannot you remember farther back than that? Oh, yes, you can, my broth er. I think today you van hear strange “Voices of the Good” culling you to the better life, which were whispered in prayer over your cradle. Perhaps to day you can hear parental voices, pleading with you for the better life, wldeh were whispered over you on the ; day after you were born. Many years ago when the Massachu setts hills were covered with forests and in the dark recesses of the woods the smoke from the Indian wigwams was seen by the pilgrim colonists three | little white children were stolen away. Searching party after searching party went forth, but the lost could not bo found. Many years after there came a rumor to the coast that three young maidens were living with an Indian tribe in the Interior of the state. "The father and mother of one of these sto len children went to this tribe, but when they arrived there they could not tell their own daughter from the other white maidens. Their daughter was stolen when a baby; now she was a grown girl. Finally the mother sat down under a tree and began to sing the old lullaby with which she used to croon her darling to sleep. No sooner did the mother begin to slug that lulla by than one of the young girls stopped in her work to listen. Then she crept up nearer and nearer to the singing woman. Then with a Sound she ran and placed her head in the white worn an’s lap and In the Indian dialect sob bed: “Mother! My mother! My lost and found mother!” Ah, yes, it was the voice of the cradle that called her to her mother's side. And so today you and I hear strange voices that are sounding "The Call of the Good.” They are the voices of prayer, of love, of tenderness with which our mothers and our fathers gave us to God when wo were very little children. Friends, can not you hear these voices? Just put your hand to the back of your ear and In God’s name listen. Yes, those voices, those loving voices, those voices of pa rental prayer, of early childhood, ut tered perhaps over our cradles, are now calling us to the higher life. The Cell of the IJtIrv. But we do not have to listen to “The Call of the Good” in echoes alone. We do not have to hear this call to the the voice of hate; now it Is the voice of love. Their eyes were once bloodshot and their hands sharp clawed and their j teeth as cruel as the crooked beak of a hawk, ready to make its fatal plunge ; into the heart of dove or lamb or fawn. Now their eyes are eyes of gentle- ; ness; their feet are like the great paws of the noble 8t. Bernard dogs of St. ' Gothnrd pass which the monks send forth and which climb over the Alps to hunt for the lost and the dying travel- ers. These men and women, once cor rupt. are now purified. Once wild beasts of passion, now gentle as lambs, they follow at the feet of the Good Shepherd, and they come to us and suy, “If the grace of God could change us and save us the grace of God can spir itually change you If you will let It.” i Not from the Jungle of sin to the jun gle of sin did they go, but from the far country of sin they came back as re deemed sons and daughters to their father’s house. Not from man to beast, but from evil monsters to God’s saint- ship, has been their redemption, trans formation, transmigration and spiritu alization. If some of us could not feel that God saves the vilest and the lowest and the j chief of sinners, we could not feel that ; “The Call of the Geod” was for us. There Is u natural law that water 1 cannot rise higher than its source. I Secretary Boaaparte’* Signature. The signature of Charles J. Bona parte, the new secretary of the navy, Is the subject of much speculation in the different bureaus of the -department. Nothing like it lias been seen for ^t least four generations of secretaries, and the speculation is us to how long It will last in its present entirety. It is large, distinct, carefully rounded, and every letter is made with care. It is distinctly handsome, and Secretary Bo naparte writes It with much care, spelling the “Charles” out and finishing with u little flourish and a carefully added period. Secretary Long’s signa ture used to look like a rapid dash downhill, Secretary Moody’s was an incoherent assemblage of vertical and inclined lines and Secretary Morton’s bold, running hand showed a tendency to stretch out into a straight line be fore he finished his Incumbency. Secretary Bonaparte has calmly ig nored suggestions that "C. J.” would be Just as binding and would be less la borious and devotes the time while the signature is being formed to learning the why and wherefore of the paper before him, so that the time is by no means lost and the temptation to per functory signing is much lessened.— Washington Star. Painting In the Dark. Artists are known to be often eccen tric in their methods, but II. Keyworth Ralne appears to have adopted an en tirely original system of his own. go down into the valley and I find the 1 \yijU e his confreres of the brush are brooks leaping over the rocks. I see se eking by artfully placed studios to (he creeks and the rivers, with their jj ave a steady, brilliant Hgbt upon their great serpentine coils, bending and Mr. Ralne retires to the seclu- winding through the meadow lands. I s j on 0 f an underground London cellar, see waters tumbling over miller's wheel and, like circus rider from the top of Bushklll or Minnehaha falls, leaping through their hoops of gold, which the sunbeams in the forms of rainbows have lifted for them to play with. I know the water In the valley that water is higher than meadow lauds. Those waters come from Beser- volrs of clouds which have emptied themselves upon yonder mountain side. But In our own strength we have no highlands. If left to ourselves we are nothing but a bare, bleak Sahara des ert, filled not with life, but with death. But if the spiritual waters can rush down from the mountain sides and cleanse and purify, and turn Into spir itual oases the bleak, bare, sinful des ert lives of some of the men and wom en we have known, the spiritual waters rushing down from God’s heights cun easily purify and cleanse and change us into spiritual oases. Yes, our bleak, bare, sinful lives—bleak and bare as the most repulsive of all Sahara des- better life simply In the voices of dead ej-tg—can be completely changed. Truly can do all this because the source of ta ins. Mr. Ralne recently gave an ex- ancestors and In parental pleadings and the woolngs of childhood hours. We can bear It also In the good deeds of tho consecrated men and women who are conspicuous everywhere around us. Ah, how many we cau hear If wo are only willing to open our ears and listen to them! Nobilities and sacrifices of human life for the g>e>d of their felloxv men are everywhere sounding. I enter the physician’s office, and what do I find? “Mean, contemptible, selfish and blood thirsty vampires,” says some cynic. “The doctors, us a class, will not only drain you of your blood, but they will rob you of every dollar they can.” Oh, “The Call of tho Goo< ” comes mightily and overwhelmingly to us from the redeemed lives of the Davids, and tho Peters, and the Magdalenes, and the Zacchueoses wo see about us on every hand. A Call to Sinners. “The Call of the Good” in Its high est development means “The Call to Come to Christ.” I am not now ex tending this Invitation to (he saints, but to the sinners; not to the angels living In the white mansions of the new Jerusalem or slnglug in the celes tial choir lofts, but to the wild beasts of the human race—to those who have wandered farther and farther away and there he paints portraits which are remarkable for their beauty and strength. The light he elects to work by can scarcely be called light at all, for even the enfeebled rays which filter through Into his dingy studio are prac tically* stopped by tissue paper and cur MANY PHYSICIANS PRESCRIBE lytflm E. Pinkhmm'9 Vegetable Compound The wonderful power of Lydia B. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound over the diseases of womankind is not be cause it is a stimulant, not because it is a palliative, but simply because it la the most wonderful tonic and reeon* structor ever discovered to act directly upon the generative organs, positively curing disease and restoring health and vigor. Marvelous cures are reported from all parts of the country by women who have been cured, trained nurses who have witnessed cures and physicians who have recognized the Virtue of Lydia' E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Com pound, and are fair enough to give credit where it is due. If physicians dared to be frank and open, hundreds of them would acknowl edge that they constantly prescribe Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Com pound in severe cases of female ills, as they know by experience it can be re lied upon to effect a cure. The follow ing letter proves it. Dr. 8. C. Brigham, of 4 Brigham Park, Fitchburg, Mass., writes : “ It gives me great pleasure to say that I have found Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound very efficacious, and often pre scribe it iivny practice for female difficulties. “ My oldest daughter found it very benefi cial for uterine trouble some time ago, and my youngest daughter is now taking it for a fe male weakness, and is surely gaining in health and stsength. “ I freely advocate it as a most reliable spe cific in all diseases to which women are sub ject, and give it honest'endorsement.” Women who are troubled with pain ful or irregular menstruation, bloating (or flatulence), leucorrhcea, falling, in flammation or ulceration of the uterus, ovarian troubles, that bearing-down feeling, dizziness, faintness, indiges tion, nervous prostration or the blues, should take immediate action to ward off . the serious consequences, and ba restored to perfect health and strength by taking Lydia E. Pinkham's Vegeta ble Compound, and then write to Mrs. Pinkham, at Lynn, Mass., for further free advice. No living person has had the benefit of a wider experience in treating female ills. She has gnided thousands to health. Every suffering woman should ask for and follow her advice if she wants to be strong and well. IKUmKHWEYCORB Make* Kidneys and Bladder Right ■flBK’* Early Riser* The famous little pHIa* .A Vjs -A OBSERVE Our Pictures closely and it will be seen they are different in many ways from the productions of the ordinary galleries. Our Photographs have life to them. e y are almost speaking likenesses yet have all the soft ness and richness of a painting. The new ‘‘Foto- Fad” folder style at f3,oo per dozen, is an exceptionally good value, and one of the latest novel ties. Agent for the cele brated Premo and Hawkeye cameras. None better regard less of price. Films, plates, paper and va- r i o u_s supplies in stock. JUNE H. CARR Phone 176. Ues. 171. htbltlon of his method at u London ho tel. On four consecutive days he paint ed for an hour at u time in a room which was almost dark, watched ea gerly the while by a committee of lit erary, Journalistic and art critics. At the end of the four hours the light was let into the room, and a fine portrait, full of power and originality, was seen to have been produced'.—Chambers’ Journal. Perfectly WIUIr*. This Is the way Dr. James A. Can- field, librarian of Columbia university, illustrated a point at a recent meeting of tho National Education association: “A friend of mine, Dr. Roberts, had a eolored maid who was very popular among her friends. One day some one called her up on the doctor’s phone, and the following conversation ensued: “ Ts this Miss White?’ “ ‘Yes, suh.’ “ ‘Miss Lily White, what works at Dr. Roberts’?’ “ Tes, sub.’ “ 'Well, Miss White, I want to ask you a question, a very Important ques tion, what I ain’t had courage to ask you before. I want to ask you If you'll marry me.’ “‘Marry you? Co’s FII marry you! What makes you think I wouldn't mar ry yoq? Who la dls gen'man any- No business can possibly be successful that is not adver tised. This is a sweeping statement, but it is true. There are aome merchants in this community whose experience apparently contradicts the statement. The contradiction, however, is only apparent. If they have attained any degree of success they have advertised. They have let people know what they had to sell, what they were here for and what they proposed to do. Just in proportion to the thorough ness with which they have done this and met the conditions of their competitors they have suc ceeded. If they have used the newspa pers they have worked with the best tools so far as getting pub 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 ground, 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 one case es the other.