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: 1 "'Y ^ •• Over-Work Weakens Your Kidneys. Unhealthy Kidneys Make Impure Blood. AH the b’.ooa in your body passes through your kidneys once every three minutes. The kidneys are your blood purifiers, they fil ter out the waste or impurities in the blood. If they are sick or out of order, they fail to do their work. Pains, aches and rheu matism come from ex cess of uric acid in the blood, due to neglected kidney trouble. Kidney ♦rouble causes quick or unsteady heart beats, and makes one feel as though they had heart trouble, because the heart is over-working in pumping thick, kidney- poisoned blood through veins and arteries. I; used to be considered that only urinary troubles were to be traced to the kidneys, but now modern science proves that nearly all constitutional diseases have their begin ning in kidney trouble. If you are sick you can make no mistake by first doctoring your kidneys. The mild and the extraordinary effect of Dr. Kilmer's Swamp-Root, the great kidney remedy is soon realized. It stands the highest for its wonderful cures of the most distressing cases and is sold on its merits by all druggists in fifty- cent and one-dollar siz es. You may have a sample bcttle by mail Home of SwamrvRont. free, also pamphlet telling you how to find out if you have kidney or bladder trouble. Mention this paper when writing Dr. Kilmer & Co., Binghamton. N. Y. 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 >ttle. Caltmge Sermon By Rev. Frank DeWitt Talmatfe, 0.0. lyt Rr WnnllpvV SKNT> ; KKKt , oan Uli VlUUIICy 0, users of Morpt mo, PAINLESS opium, iaiuhmum, elixir of opium,eo- caincor whiskey,a largo book of par ticulars on homeor sanatorium treat- jment. Address, l>r. 15. M. WOOLLKY, Whiskey CurelAtia^uSa. AND Un-to-Date Market Your Heat on Ice. .S v '. 11 ttB i it • ti ’ j, Ii in ’ cured Hams with skin taken oiT, 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, Beaus and Peas, white and colored. Fresh Fish Fridays and Saturdays. Can fill your whole bill at our place. Goods delivered on time. Yours for business, iw. w. Phone No. 6o. Residence No. 23. 1 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 very finest specimens and grades. Re pairing don^ by an Ex 'ert. Thus. li. West rope. Next to Shuford & LeMaster. MURRAY IRON MIXTURE 0|Now is the time to take a spring tonic. By far the best thing to take is J Murray’s Iron Mixture. It makes pure blood and gets rid of that tired feeling. At all drug stores r* Irlottltr or direct from The Murray Drug Co., Columbia, S. C. THE “BOSS’* COTTON PRESS I SIMPLEST, STRONGEST, BEST Tmk Murray Ginning System Gins. Feeders, Condensers, Etc. GIBBCS MACHINERY CO. 4 Columbia. S. C. Dr. S. H. Griffith, PHYSIC AN - SURGEON - OCULIST. Former pupil of the celebra ted Oculist, Dr. Julian J. Chisolm, of Baltimore. Has also taken special post-grad uate course in the Eye, Ear, Nose and Throat Hospital of Baltimore. Glasses FittedIAccurately and Scientifically.^!j* j« jt •^Office in Cherokee Drug Co., B’ldg. Los Angeles, Cal., Sept. 17.—In this sermon the preacher takes as his theme the mountains, now assuming the hues of autumn, and finds in them a lesson of God’s strength and providence and the love and care he has for all his children. The text is Amos Iv, 13, “He that formeth the mountains.” Have you ever visited the Schroou lake of the Alps? Have you ever slept under the shadows of the snow capped Rigi, with its horizon sweep of 300 miles in circumference? Then you have visited Lake Lucerne, one of the most romantic and picturesque lakes that ever lapped the foot of a hill or m*stled to sleep like a smiling babe in lap of a gigantic mountain. The old poet sings of the charms of Lake Ge neva, another of Switzerland’s scenic wonders, with its battle scarred castle standing sentinel over it, a castle whose tvalls are seamed with defying the cannonading of the elements, as well as resisting the attacks of man. This Is his song: A thousand feet in depth below The massy waters meet and flow; So far the fathom line was sent From Chlllon’s snow white battlement. But, though others may sing about the beauties of Lake Geneva or Lake Windermere or Lake Sarnia of Fin- ; land or Lake George of New York or the Lake of the Woods of Minne- 1 sota, all of them beautiful lakes, I still i believe that Lake Lucerne is the queen of romantic lakes for many of us. ; There we not only saw some of the i most beautiful of all scenes, but we | also stood before Thorwaldsen’s great est masterpiece, “The Lion of Lu cerne.” Most of you know the history of that marvelous piece of statuary. When the French throne was tottering amid the upheaval of the awful revo lution which has made the names of Robespierre and Marat and Barere Infamous for all time, Louis XVI. and Marie Antoinette dare not trust their lives and those of their children to the loyalty of their own soldiers. They sent across the northern border and hired some Swiss soldiers to be their bodyguard. Eight hundred of these were quartered in the Tuileries. Fatal Aug. 10, 1703, came, and the mob broke loose and started for their royal prey. They battered down the gates and doors of the king’s residence. They slew the Swiss soldiers wher ever their hated uniforms were seen as mercilessly as the Sioux Indians toma hawked (’uster and his little handful of followers on the Little Big Horn river. They literally annihilated the whMe hand in order to get at their hated rulers. Thorwaldseu, the great Danish sculptor, to commemorate the death of these brave soldiei of the Swiss guard, chiseled into the solid rock of Lucerne the colossal form of the dying Swiss lion struck to the heart by a spear, yet in his death agony still de fending the 111 led shield of France. What a wonderful statue is that, which thousands of tourists every year travel miles and miles to study! But as I .s’ood before that marvelous piece of stone under the shadow of thp overtoweriug Kigi I said to myself this: “Yes, many Swiss soldiers have been struck down by foreign bullets, but more, far more, have brooded their lives away because their hearts have pined under homesickness when they have been removed from the sight of yonder hills.” When Nebuchadnezzar took his bride, Amytis, to the glorious capital of Babylon, she could not get over her longing for the hills of her childhood. Babylon was built in a fiat country. To satisfy her longing for the mountain scenes of her youth her loving husband erected for his queen the famous “hanging gardens.” But what earthly king could erect for his loved ones such gigantic hills as those which cradle the youth of the Swiss ; peasantry? We who were born in the' mountainous countries of the west or east can sympathize with those Swiss peasants if we have been com pelled to live on prairie lands and can never overcome our longing for the mountains. As the hills, the mighty hills, have spoken of God to Amos, the herdsman, they have also spoken to us living among the mountains of the western hemisphere. I thought today I would try to find God among tho mountains. The Strenirlh of God. The gigantic hills In the first place teach us the omnipotent strength of ulio God who created them. They seem to speak to us something like this: “O man, why wilt thou not look upon me even as thou wouldst regard the works of human hands? When thou standest before the huge pyramids of Egypt with their great blocks of stone thou dost not say they were built by a race of pygmies, about whom Homer and , Hesiod wrote. Thou dost not go In the moonlight and dream dreams upon j papa? the Acropolis overlooking old Athens and see there visions of Its ancient splendor, with its Parthenon and Its columns and Its statuary and Us mar ble of purest white, and say there lived not giants In those days. Thou dost not walk through the corridors of the Alhambra, with its mosaic floors and Its magnificent walls, and say Unit tho ancient Moors were not master archi tects and master designers and master workmen. Thou canst not study the footprints of Uie Aztecs without seeing there the Indentation of a gn at race. Is not a watchmaker greater than his own watch? Is not the naval con- stmetor greater than the iron and steel worship he sets afloat? Is not the creator greater than Uie thing he cre ates? Therefore, O man, Is not the Creator of tho mountains a mighty, an omnipotent God, been use he has cre ated me?" "Yes. yes,” we answer, “the God of tlie hills must be an omnlp otent God, for none but omnipotence could have laid their foundations and erected their heights.” Great is the omnipotent power of God. No one man and no one race of men could live long enough to do what is necessary to do for the creation of the hills. We look with amazement up>n the groat cathedral called St. Peter’s of Rome. This cathedral was supposed to have been begun by Michael Angelo in 1534. Every gen eration since then has had u part in Us construction. But, though 8t. Peter’s of Home was building for 500 years, the seven hills upon which Rome was originally built have been building for a longer time than that. Awaj back in the past millenniums God be gan to collect the materials for the foundation of the hills. He spoke the word and manufactured a gaseous sub stance-poor stuff, some people might think—out of which to build the strength of the hills, yet that was the first substance God created out of which to make the mountains. In all probability this earth in the beginning was nothing but a nebulous gas. After awhile God cooil'd this gas. transform ing it from gaseous to liquid form. As a thousand years In his sight are but as yesterday or a watch in the night, God through long ages kept up the cooling process. He cooled this liquid substance until there was a thin crust over Its surface, as a floating film might form on the surface of the cof fee cooling ou the breakfast table. He kept on cooling tho planet until wrin kles and creases began to appear, like ridges on an orange skin after the juices have been squeezed out of it. Then the waters ran down into the val leys or the ocean beds and the dry land appeared. Then the strength of the hills revealed themselves in mighty mountain ranges, which ran up and down the continents, giving strength to the land as the verb lira does to the human frame. The work went on for ages upon ages. The divine workman’s tools 1 were fire and storm and hail and pencil of ice and volcanic eruption. A mighty workman is God. Mighty are the ele ments and the times which he used as the means for his creation of the hills. We must honor the divine strength of the Creator of the hills. That strength alone was suificieut to pile up the Mat terhorn and Mount Chimborazo and Mount Gualtahera and Mount Nevado de Sorata and Mount Everest. Om- bring the dinner and he brings it That Is all.” So with some of us. We do not recognize the fact that the divine Father does anything for us. We do not believe that the God of the hills has any part In our harvests. We say, “Our hands planted the corn.” We think God has nothing to do with our clothes because our sheep grew the wool. We assert that God has nothing to do with our homes because our timber Is turned into the hoards which arc nailed into the walls. “Oh, no," says Amos, “that Is not true; the God i>f the hills waters the fields. He gives tlrink and food to the flocks. He nourishes the trees Into mighty forests. It is God, and God alone, who provides all.” Ought we not to give thanks to the God of the hills who clothes ns and feeds us today? An Incident of Thackeray. The providing of our everyday wants should he continually acknowledged be fore God. Dr. Taylor told a beautiful Incident about the life of William M. Thackeray. After the auUior of “Vani ty Fair” had finished his American lec ture tour tie was returning home. When the ship was within a few hours of Liverpool there was a farewell meet ing of the passengers in the main sa loon. A prominent minister arose and spoke about as follows: “Friends, we must now part. 1 want to tell you how much I have enjoyed this trip. It is a solemn fact to know that most of us will never meet again until we as Kemble at the judgment seat of Christ.” With that Mr. Thackeray arose and said: “It is solemn to think that we are all to assemble at the Judgment seat of Christ, but it is even more sol emn for me to think that every minute of every hour of every day God is hold ing me in the hollow of his hand and Is feeding me and clothing me wherever I may go. So, instead of thinking about the judgment seat at tills time, if my fellow passengers are willing, I would like to have our ministerial brother lead us In prayer and thank God for the care he has taken of us during the last ton days when we have been on shipboard together. No storm has wrecked us. No harm lias come to us. We shall soon be at home with our friends'.” Aye, William M. Thackeray was right. It is our duty to think of the God of the Judgment, but it is also our duty every day to thank the God of the hills who feeds and clothes us and cares for us each morning and each noon and each night, whether we are awake or whether we are asleep. Shall we stop here? Was the east ern herdsman only symbolizing the strength of God and the care taking providence of God In the strength and the power of the hills? Was he not making allusion to the gold and the silver buried in the depths of the moun tains, and to the diamonds hidden in nipotent as well as eternal is our Lord. , . . ^ He alone hath created the hills and | their subterranean vaults, and to their created us. Who is “He that formeth the mountains and treadeth upon the j high places of the earth? The Lord, j the God of hosts, is his name.” The Ucniity of the Monntaliin. But as l go wandering over the east ern valleys with this herdsman of my text I say to him: “Amos, why do you praise tho hills? Of course it is right i and proper for one of your poetic tern- j perament to admire the gigantic cliff's | and the rocks. In the evening hour it | is beautiful to see the white clouds waving their garments in the faces of tin -e grim monsters, but, Amos, you are not a Nimrod nor an Esau. You do ’ not leave your flocks and as a mighty ; hunter pursue the wild goats that leap j from crag to crag. You care nothing j about slaying the hungry lion, unless i he comes down to steal one of your I lambs. Why do you not praise the val- | leys and the green fields and harvests | and the orchards?" Then I see the old j prophet turn and look at me with a ; quiet smile as he answers: “Friend, I am praising the green fields and the vineyards and the orchards when 1 am praising the mountains. Do you not know that the beauty and fertility of the* valleys are dependent upon the | strength of the hills? The stork builds her nest In the fir tree, the grass grows for the cattle, the grapes hang heavy upon the vines and the harvest fields are filled with grain merely because the mountains shed their waters into j the valleys." Then 1 say. “Amos, 1 when thou art praising the God of the hills thou art rendering thanks unto the divine Creator, who feeds and clothes and houses us.” Then the old 1 prophet answers: “Yes, my son. The Lord of the hills Is the God who Is the practical provider for the everyday wants of his children.” . ‘ But though the God of the hills feeds and clothes us in the valleys, as he i feeds the birds of the air and the I lilies of the Held, how few of us ever stop to think of his kindness and good ness and care. Indeed we have been accustomed to he fed and clothed by him so long that few of us ever stop j to give him thanks. We think the blessings have come from the soli and are the works of our hands and not from his hills. We feel a great deal toward God as a little hoy felt toward the care of his father, with whom I was talking some time ago. His father was playing with him and teas ing him. Tho hoy turned quickly and said, "I don’t like you.” “What,” I said to the boy, “you don’t like your What would you do if your papa should die? Where would you get your clothes?” “Oh,” answered the boy, “mamma makes me those. Papa has nothing to do with them.” “Well,” I said, smiling, “whose money buys them, if not papa’s?" “No,” ho answered st'll more positively, “mamma makes them; papa has noth ing to do with them.” Then I said, “But if your papa should die or go where would you get your din- Again the little fellow said, grocery man would bring me “But who pays the grocery- ‘•Nobody,’’ said he; “all that away nerr “The man; mamma has to do is to tell the man to many precious stones, some of which St. John in Apocalypse saw in the walls of the New Jerusalem? Was he not using these stones ns the symbol of the joy and the peace and the hap- piness.of this world which comes from God to those who are living in close communion with God? 1 think he was. Furthermore, 1 believe Amos, the herdsman, not only found these sym bols of earthly happiness coining from (Pul by following the miners with their little lights into the ground, but also by following the call of the bird, sing ing to him on the top of some moun tain ravine or in some hidden glen. Methinks I can follow this sainted herdsman its he some autumn day hies ;tw;iy to the bills. We will call it an autumn day, for that Is the time when every tree becomes a flaming torch. Amos is longing to go off for awhile iind be alone with God. He turns over his sheep 10 the care of one of tho under shepherds. lie takes his staff and climb' up the mountain side. Higher and higher he goes until his parched lips call, “Drink, drink; give me drink.” He reaches up and pulls off a leaf from au overhanging branch. He twists it into a more beautiful chalice than was ever handed forth by the Egyptian cup bearers at Pharaoh’s court. Then he stoops down and lifts up the water out of the gushing spring. The rocks seem to close in about him. He seems to be in a temple, and the waters at his feet seem to be “holy waters,” holy because they have been touched by the finger of God. Then he stretches his tired limbs upon a couch of moss. Then the same bird that called him from his hen 1 now brings to him ins companions, and they begin to sing. A gentle eyed deer pokes forth her head from the thicket and seems to say: “Who art thou—a friend or an enemy? Dare I trust my little fawn In thy sight while I quench my thirst?” Then the 'eaves begin to sway and sigh. That peace of the woods comes over the happy prophet as he says: “Yes, God has made the mountains. God has made the gold. God has made the silver and the precious stones burled here. He has made the woods of the mountains, the trees and the moss, the birds and the flowers and the brightly colored leaves. He has made the brooks to sing as well as his feathered songsters. Truly God is tho God of peace, the God of Joy, the God of happiness. If man Is unhappy, then It is because as a sinner he Is out of touch with God.” Do you feel that in the symbols of the gold, the silver, the precious stones and the moist, fra grant leaves of the woods Amos Is speaking today? The God of ForKlvenex*. The God of peace of the mountains Is also the God of forgiveness and par don. We sec the strong limbed hunter start forth for the chase. Then* are health and vigor in ever}- swing. Or we see the Alpine climber go forth not to conquer beast, hut glacier and cliff and to win exhilaration from unsealed heights The prime of manhood Is there. Tho bravery that flinches not when its eye looks Into the open j ivs of death Is there also. Or I see the angler wading up and down the trout streams. But, as I see the sportsman and the man of health hunting or fish ing or climbing in the mountains, I also see the poor Invalid crawling there or being carried there or lying back listlessly in an armchair. His eyes have an unnatural luster; his cheeks are flushed; he coughs much; he has the awful pain in his chest. Then I see him under the powerful tonic of the ozone of the A'dirondacks or the Alps, growing stronger and stronger. The cough grows less and less and finally flies away. The tottering gait Is chang ed for the healthful stride. The in valid who was carried to the woods goes forth well and physically renovat ed. Oh, why cannot the God of the hills be today the God of health? Can not he, will not he cure that old chronic disease of sin which has been cursing us for many years? Cannot, will not he do this, if we only climb up to him on the Mount of Transfiguration and throw ourselves at his feet as we cry, “Jesus, my Saviour, my Lord?” But I must not stop here, even If I would. The love of God Is found in the strength of the hills, but God’s limit of forgiveness and pardon are found there also. Though God is ready to receive us If we come to him now, the figure of my text distinctly proves that there will come a time when he will say: “Not unto all who call Lord, Lord, unto me will I open unto them, for unto many In that day I will say, I know you not.” The future destruc tion of tho hills symbolizes It. There Is a limit to God’s patience. Did you ever stop to think that as hills have a time in whl< h they were created they shall also have a time In which they shall die? Indeed, many of the hills of the past have died already, once, says the legend, a continent ridged with tho highest of mountain chains stretched itself between the old world and the new. The Azores and the Canary islands are claimed to have been the tops of these very mountains. The Mayas, the original inhabitants of Yucatan at the time of the conquest of Fern by IMzarro, were supposed to have lu*en related to the ancient in habitants <if this sunken continent, j which was called Atlantis. Among | the Mayas the historian finds almost ! the same kind of worship which was i practiced among the Inhabitants of the j Nile. Yucatan architecture is very j similar to the Egyptian architecture. ; Every student knows how characteris tic Egyptian architecture was and is ; today. Some of the ancient writers make mention of this strange island continent. Sir Thomas More founded ids Ftopla there. Yet the student of ! deep sea soundings finds that the leg endary continent of Atlantis, with all its mighty hills, was at last sunk in the mighty deep. Opportunity Mn> Hi- I.ont. In Java, a few years ago. the great Krakatoa volcano, after erupting for a few days, suddenly exploded. The Is land of lava was literally split In twain. Sixty thousand corpses floated ! upon the surface of the sea. A gr< at tidal wave forty feet high arose and j swept on and lifted a German man of w ar and eanied it twenty miles Inland and there left It stranded. Java Is today over I’OO miles from India. There are many reasons to bejleve that this island was once connected with the mainland. The inhabitants of India and Java have the same customs. They speak almost the same language. They worship the same gods. In their for ests they hunt the same kinds of wild beasts as are found in India. Yet all of that connecting belt of i!'X> miles of land with Its mountains has entirely disappeared. As the G<xl of the hills Is some day going to destroy his mountains, some day he is g ang to destroy our rejected opportunities for salvation. Thus, my friends, as we I look off imlo the hills, ns did the j Weak Hearts Are due to indigestion. Ninety-nlns of •WMjr one hundred people who have heart troublo can remember when it was simple indigos tion. It is a scientific fact that oil catoo of heart disease, not organic, aro not onlr traceable to, but are the direct result of lnd£ gestlon. All food taken into the stomach which fails of perfect digestion ferments end swells the stomach, puffing it up against the heart. This Interferes with the action of the heart, and in the course of time that delicate but vital organ becomes diseased. Mr. D. Kaubla. of Nevada, O , says: I had trouble and was in a bad state aa I had heart tnubis with It. 1 took Kodol Dyspepsia Cure for about foor months and It cured me, Kodol Digests What You Bat end relieves the stomach of ell nervous strain and the heart of all pressure. Bottlesonly. $1.00 Size holding 2Vt times thetrtal size, which sells for 50c, Prepared by E. 0. DeWITT *0O., 0H10AQ<X For Sale :iS5aere farm. £20.00 per acre. Uie £27.50 per acre. pe 67 acre farm In Yorkv 2Si acre farn .-J2.00 per acre Lot 7.2x100. 2 houses. 1 block ft 100. 60 acre farm. £22.00 per acre X miles from Gaffney. 83 acre farm $14.00 per acre - 6 miles from l Gaffney. 119 acre farm, new 7 room house, x 114 2 story, barn, poultry yard. etc. price f miles 14 000, 118 acre farm 60 acres In nne f from timber. $41.00 per acre* J Gaffy 174( acres $100.00 per acre. 12*4 acres improved good house etc.. $1,200.00 in Gaffney. 25 acre farm 4H miles from Henrietta and Cliffside, 22 acresof it in tember. $16.50 per acre. HOUSES and LOTS. In Blacksburg Hotel property. 8 room house and 6 acres $1300.00. Lot *0x200; large house, old £2.200.00. Fine 6 room house, newly finished. $1,800. Lot 72x135, $900 00 down. 7*-aere farm. $1,350; 2 years to pay for it. 4 acres 3 blocks from depot $3,300.00. Lot 80x200, west end. £ljo.iwj. Lot 224 acres 4 room house $1050 On. Lot 135 feet by 200, 3 blocks from depot, $725.0 Lot 200x200, 4 blocks from depot, $700.00. Flne6room house,newly finished near graded school. | 3 tint! houses and lots near depot. Prices reasonable. R. L. Parish. Souvenir Post Cards embracing local scenes of in terest, now ready. Send your friends a card to show some of the views of your home toxvft. You can be sure they will be appreciated. The price enables you to distribute them as freely as you desire. 2 for 5c; 5 for ioc or 13 for 25c. : : : June H. Carr, 'Phone 176—625 Limestone St, VALUABLE LANDS FOR SALE. 1 will offer at public outcry on Mon day, October 2nd, Salesday, at the court house, immediately after the le gal sales, (unless sooner sold at pri vate sale) the estate lands of J. H. L. Wool, deceased, containing 47G acres, more or less, and bounded by G. T. Wood, Win. Goudelock, the estate lands of Wm. Jones, deceased, and others. Terms of sale: One-third cash and the balance in two equal annual in stallments, with interest at 8 per psalmist, iroiu whence eometb our cent per annum, secur'd by mortgage of the premises. The purchaser may pay all cash and must pay for papers, strength, do you not find in the future destruction of these hills the foreshad- oweil rejection of souls that have re fused year after year to come and bow at the foot of the cross which was once planted upon t?ie top of a small moun tain called Calvary? and must comply with hid within thir ty minutes, or a resale will he made on same day at the risk of the default ing purchaser. R. C. Howard. FOKYSKIDNEYCURE Makes Kidneys and Bladder Right Attorney in Fact. How many people are hugging to | 9-13,19, 22, 2G, 29. their hearts the false hope that the mountains of .God’s pardon will re main linn for them to climb, even from the weakness and helplessness of a deathbed! Do not procrastinate. 1 have read of travelers lost on the des ert. Without a drop of water, with swollen lips and thick tongues, they staggered on until they dropped. Sud denly off In the distance they saw a beautiful mountain. There the streams were flowing and the rustling leaves and the singing brooks were calling them to come and drink and live. The dying men were aroused. They rushed on toward this beautiful mountain un til, in a moment. It disappeared. It was nothing hut a mountain of optical illusions, a mountain of mists, a moun tain of false hopes, a mountain which was a mirage. So will it be with those who are forever putting off their opportunities for salvation. May God lead us,* one and all, not to follow the If anybody has a message for 4 the people of this community he cannot deliver it to them so * effectually, so cheaply, so quick- f ly in any other way as through 4 > the columns of this paper. 1 > It is the business of this pa- ♦ ► per to carry messages of one < * kind and another into homes. <> 1 The message will be delivered, < > too, under favorable conditions,., ( delusive hope that in some future time < > ^ or ^ ew persons take up their ^ ^ 1 we can seek pardon. He yrromlses to * ’ J pardon not tomorrow, but today. Come into the mountains of Salvation. Come into the mountains of his forgiveness, of his strength, of his love. Come and stand upon the mountain of Calvary, with all Us pardon, with all its atone ment. There you shall find peace and joy. This Calvary is a mountain which is not a mirage. It shall never fade away. [Copyright. IDOC, by Louis Klopsch.] ER«y. “George, dear, you remember that lovely sideboard that was so cheap? Well, I’ve discovered a plan to make room for It” “How, my dear?” “By taking a larger house.”—N«w York World. ^ local paper except in a pleasant ^ ( and receptive frame of mind. The sign upon the fence board P 1 * may be good, but it can be seen only by travelers who go that * k particular road. The message in the local paper carries itself to thousands, no matter by which ♦ road they travel. 4 Select your space and put 4 4 k your message where it will do # 4 > the most good. 4 We, perhapx, can hi ! »P« _ yea if you wJl bat \