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Thousands Hare Kidney Trouble and Don't Know it. How To Find Oat. Fill a bottle or common glass with your water and let it stand twenty-four hours; a sediment or set tling indicate: an ! unhealthy condi tion of the kid neys; if it stains your linen it is evidence of kid ney trouble; too frequent desire to pass it or pain in the back is also convincing proof that the kidneys and blad der are out of order. What to Do. There is comfort in the knowledge so often expressed, that Dr. Kilmer’s Swamp- Root, the great kidney remedy fulfills every wish in curing rheumatism, pain in the back, kidneys, liver, bladder and every part of the urinary passage. It corrects inability to hold water and scalding pain in passing It, or bad effects following use of liquor, wine or beer, and overcomes that unpleasant necessity of being compelled to go often during the day, and to get up many times during the night. The mild ?nd the extra ordinary effect of Swamp-Koot is soon realized. 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By far the best thing to take is Mnrrny'ti'JIron It makes f mre blood and gets rid of that tired eeling. At^all drug stores .WOws CM Hot t 1 or direct from The Murray Drug Co., Columbia. S. C. UVASOL Are your Kidneys, Diver or Blad der effected': if so, read our guar antee:— $25.00 Reward. We offer |EJ5.on reward for any case of Kidney, Liver or Bladder trou ble that cannot be cured by Ova Sol. 9-23 3 m Interstate Chemical Co., For sale by Baltimore, Md. Wilburn & Co., King’s Creek, S. C. Calm age Sermon By Rev. Frank DeWitt Talmatfe, D.D. NOTICE OF FINAL DISCHARGE. Notlco is hereby given that I will apply to Hon. J. E. Webster, Probate Judge of said county, at his office at the court house in Gaffney, S. C., on Thursday, October 26, 1905, at 10 o’clock A. M., for final settlement and discharge as Administrator of the es- Ktate of Giles Thompson, deceased. All persons holding claims against said estate, must present them on or before that date or they will ho for ever barred. R. S. Lipscomb, Administrator of Estate of Giles Thompson, deceased. September 25. 1905. Sept. 26; Oct. 10, 17, 24. FOR ALL COUNTY NlWt, IM PORTANT HAPPENINGS IN THI «TATE AND EVENTS OF INTEREST IN FOREIGN LANDS, TAKE AND READ THE LEDGER. Los Angeles, Cal., Oct. 8.—In this ser mon the preacher shows how the di vine voice is constantly speaking to man and how we may recognize and obey it. The text la I Samuel Hi, D, “Speak, Lord, for thy servant beareth.” How the mighty men and women oi the world found their callings in life would make very interesting reading. Sometimes a genius, like Mozart, is born. From his cradle his parents knew what vocation this child would pursue. At three years of age, with his little chubby fingers, he could make the piano speak with the touch of a master. A five years he appeared In public at the University of Salzburg. At six, w ith his little sister Marianne, he was traveling about Europe on a concert tour, the pet of kings and queens and the wonder and astonish ment of the musical world. But, though Wolfgang Mozart was born to music, most of our groat men and women live years and years and years before they recognize their right spheres in life. Some of them try four or five different lines of work before they place their feet upon the lowest steps to mount their thrones of power. Some, like Odysseus, the Homeric hero of the Trojan war, had to he hound hand and foot to the masts of duty, else they would have leaped overboard and fol lowed the false wooing of the siren’s song. George Washing*on did not wish to he a soldier, hut a sailor. A British man-of-war came to Chesapeake bay when he was a young man. He want ed to enlist. A midshipman’s commis sion was obtained for him by his elder brother Lawrence. His trunk was already packed and placed on board ship. But his widowed mother could not bear to let her “baby" boy leave her side. For her sake he turned his hack upon the quarter deck of a British warship and thereby paved his way for tin* wonderful career which has made his name the most famous In American history. Oliver Cromwell wanted to emigrate to America. He and his family were down at the dock with their tickets in their pockets and had their berths engaged when a royal command forbade him leaving the king’s country. Frederick W. Robert son came from a long ancestral line of British officers. He wanted to he a soldier. Indeed, for a time he did wear the soldier’s uniform, but physical in firmity made him forego camp life. He entered Edinburgh university. When he beeame pastor of Trinity chapel at Brighton he found his right position, which mightily inllueueed his own gen eration and will also influence the Eng lish speaking race for all time. Thus many of our most famous men and wo men have been eompelled to grope and struggle along, sometimes for years, for their right vocations in life, just the same as you and 1 have done in the past or may he now doing in the pres ent. Where there is one Mozart who was born a child genius there are a thousand Frederick W. Robertsons whose intellect and material life have developed gradually. First came the seed, then the sprout, then the blos som and then the luscious fruit. Tlit- Firitt ( nils. The first calls of the temporal life, as a rule, fall upon unheeding ears. The first calls of the spiritual life In the same way usually fall upon unheeding ears. When God first called to Samuel in the midnight hour, “Samuel, Sam uel!’’ the bid leaped up uud ran to the old priest, Eli, supposing that it was he who called him, and said, “Here am I.” Then Ell answered: “My son, 1 have not called thee. Go back to bed.” Again Samuel heard God's voice, and again he mistook it for a human voice. “Samuel, Samuel!” “What is it, Eli?” asked the hoy. “Here 1 am. I am al ways ready to wait upon thee.” Again the old man answered, “My son, I have not called thee.” Then a third time God called, and old Eli said to Samuel: “My son. It is not I calling thee, but God. When God calls to thee again do not run to me, but an swer, ‘Speak, Lord, for thy servant beareth.’ ’’ Thus young Samuel was taught to listen to the voice of the Lord In the midnight hour. Thus I would beg you to heed God’s voice when he speaks to you in the “silent places” of life. God generally calls us to our higher spiritual life iu the “si lent places,” as he called Samuel to be come the prophet of Israel in the still ness of the midnight darkness. Where are these “silent places” In which you and I can hear the voice of the Lord? In the first place. I would state that God calls us In the hours of darkness. Ho calls to us as he call ed Samuel after the first sleep of the night is over, and we suddenly awake and feel that some one is very near to us aud speaking. We cannot see him, but we feel him and hear him. We feel his presence and he ir him Just the same as we used to recognize our mother’s hand and her kiss and her “Good night, my hoy," when we were children and she would come aud take a last look at us to see that we were all right before going to bed. When Moat People Die, Perhaps the reason why God Is able to speak to us so clearly In the early hours of the morning can be explained upon natural grounds. Have you never noticed the fact that most of our friends die about 2 or 3 o’clock lu the morning? As Solomon beautifully sym bolized it, when was the silver cord loosed or the gulden bowl broken or the pitcher broken at the fountain or the wheel broken at the cistern when your dear ones wore translated? Your broth er, how did Ik* go? Your mother said to the nurse, "Now, nurse, 1 think John Is better tonight, but If you need me Just give a rap upon the lloor and I will come up.” It seemed that you were asleep only a little while when a commotion in the house made you leap out of bed. You rushed to your broth er's room. You saw the breathing be coming heavier and heavier. At last the doctor said, "He Is gone.” You looked at the clock, and you heard It striking, "One, two, three.” When did your mother die? At noon? In the even ing twilight, when the tlusb of the set ting sun was slowly fading away and its ball of fire was sinking behind the western hills? Oh, no. You had been awake all night worrying about her. The last relapse came about 2 o’clock in the morning. Her life went out with the crowing of the cock and with the first glimpse of the dawn. The reason why most people die In the early hours of the morning is because the sun has long been very far away from us. At that time there is less vitality in the air. Then our physical bold on earthly life is weakest. So, my friends, as earth grips us less about 2 or 3 o’clock in the morning let the Holy Spirit grip us closer to Christ. Let these few min utes In the early morning be to us sa cred moments for communion with God. When we awaken don’t rebuke the Holy Spirit and break the divine spell. Let us then bear old Eli saying: “The Lord would commune with thee. Listen, child; listen, listen to the voice of the Lord.” But the voice of the Lord Is heard In the daylight as well as In the darkness, when we are standing upon our feet as well as when we are lying upon our backs, when we are tramping over the hillsides, or sitting by the seashore, or watching tin* mad rush of the whirlpool rapids of Niagara falls, or when we are In the presence of the pyrotechnics of a thunderstorm, or when we watch a bird build her nest, or the wild flower lift up its cheeks to he kissed by the sunbeams in mountain glen, or when we hear the rippling of the brook leap ing over the rocks to find a bathing pool in which the feathered songsters can take their morning hath. A»d of all places where the voice of the Lord can be heard distinctly speaking to us I believe that voice can best he heard in the “silent places” of nature, far away from the habitations of man. If a human being cannot hear the voice of j the Lord in the woods aud on the j boundless prairies or from the deck of ! a steamer or sailing ship cutting the waters of the mighty deep, then I be lieve it is almost impossible for him t > | hear the divine voice speaking under cathedral tower or from pulpit in the village kirk. Yet some people make a boast that for them the lips of nature tached rocks thunder, dulling the crash of artillery. Here the “Rock of Ages,” of richest blood red tinge, glitters and sparkles In the evening twilight. From yonder cliff a fortress seems to loom, on whose watchtower keen eyed eagles have perched their eyries, from which ever and anon one rises and, flying in graceful circles, with sweep of eye recounoiters the land. Yonder soar up Moran and Blerstadt points, from whose heights those artists paint ed their famous pictures, varied in every hue and capped with coronets of green foliage. There the river, with Serpentine and graceful windings, slowly crawls along to empty her wa ters into the sea. Then suddenly, like a mad horse, She rears herself and takes the hit into her teeth. With foaming flank and wild roar she dashes and makes one awful leap over the dizzy heights of Yellowstone falls. There, breaking into millions of pearls, she hides herself behind a curtain of white, at the foot of which glistens a rainbow, a fitting passementerie for the robe of an angel. And so perfect there is the symmetry of the horizon that you cannot tell whether the wa ters were lost behind curtains of earth ly mist or curtains of heavenly cloud. A Stupendous Scene. A scene stupendous, canopied by arch of heaven and lit by light of sun! No one spoke. It seemed as though the angel who had once stood at the gate of paradise had again unsheathed the sword of fire and cut a deep gash Into old Mother Earth deep enough to take out her very heart. Then as we stood there my father with his deep voice said, “What a magnificent place In which the nations of the world could be gathered and assembled before the Judgment seat of Christ!” “Yea, yen,” we all answered. “And what a mag nificent place,” 1 said, "for men and women to come and learn about the mercies of the gospel of Jesus Christ! If a sinner would not feel the presence of a loving God here he would not feel it anywhere." "Aye,” said father, “that is true." As we listened to the voice of God calling out of the silence of Yellowstone park, so you may hear the divine voice whenever you go forth to the country hills. You may hear his th« death chamber. These awful “si lent places” should speak to us today In God’s name; they should rouse us to the unfulfilled opportunities of Chris tian work hh never liefore. Ix*t me illus trate my thought by a simple experi ence of my life which shows how a man can he in the world and yet not of It. Many years ago, when a college student, I had an opportunity to de liver a few lectures during my Thanks giving vacation in old New England. Mother did not want me to go, but I wished to make a beginning in the practice of public speaking as soon as possible. I left my Brooklyn home with a happy heart, but when Thanks giving eve drew near I became more and more homesick. Ob, bow homesick I was! That evening I was in Boston. I walked up and down the streets with out a friend. I stood in the depot and saw the happy fathers, with their big bundles on their arms, heading for home. Tomorrow was Thanksgiving. I saw the young married folks, with smile and good cheer, taking the grand children back to the old homestead. I saw even some who were dressed In black smiling for the sake of others. But, though there were laughter and frolic and family gatherings all around me, I was alone. I was In a “silent place.” No one cared for me. No one in all that big city spoke to me except on business. I was In a “silent place.' As my mind rims back those twenty years I say to myself and to you, “How many of us are spiritually living in ‘silent places?’ ” *efrl<‘< t of Opportanltlen. Are your neighbors part of you? Do they gratefully watch you? When you go through the woods not one leaf turns toward you unless you make it turn. Why? The leaves know you not. When you go through the streets of a great city you meet men; you meet hundreds of men; you meet thousands of men. Do they spiritually see you? Are you spiritually lu the city and ^et not part of it? How many of the men you pass iu daily life look up at you with a smile and say, "You helped me to Christ.” “You extended to me a saving hand when I was struggling iu the quicksands of a great temptation.” "By the noble work of your life you voice by the moaning sen, lu the voices ^ jj ave Been a Christian example which and iu the calm, quiet, 1 simplicity of the blue j of the woods overpowering sky. One of the "silent places" In which we can hear the voice of God speaking to us is in the hushed home after the undertaker has come and robbed us of the father or mother or wife or hus band or prattling child. How still it Is! The friends who attended the funeral ! are all gone. Still, still—everything Is j still. There was a time when we used to talk about our nerves. We would : say, "The iloctrs tell me 1 must be i quiet.” But God knows it is quiet j has Inspired me to lead a Christian life.” How many of all the men and women you have known in tills city life can speak thus to you? One? Ten? One hundred? A thousand? Are you spiritually to your frieuds what I was iu Boston many years ago? Are you lu one of the “silent places?” Then, my brother, If you have neg lected the spiritual opportunities of life for the great outside world, how have you dealt with those of your own home? Did you never realize that a husband and wife could live side by side for years aud never know each enough now. \\ by, the old home is so 0 tj, er j n tBe deeper and in the holier arc absolutely dumb. In it they ••an neither hear the love of man nor the love of God calling them to the better and the nobler and the higher life. Dt*af to Voice of Nature. Mine, de Stnel was the great Freneb leader of a Parisian salon. She was the one woman whom Napoleon I. feared more than the marshaled armies of any crowned head of Europe. She was the brilliant daughter of a famous father. She was exiled from Napo leon’s capital on account of her sway over the minds of the French people. Yet she once declared that when the voice of nature spoke to her It always j spoke to deaf ears. Said she: “If I was in Naples I would not care if I never lifted the curtain of my room and look ed out of my hotel window at the bay *0 many people rave about. I would j not go ten feet to see the grandeur and the sublimity of the sun capped Alps. But I would be willing to travel clear around the world to hear a brilliant man talk whom l had never met be fore.” Sad, sad, such a testimony as that. If man is dcafGo the voice of God cnll- ing to him iu the "silent places” of na ture he is deaf to some of the sweetest and clearest pleadings of the divine love. For my otfn part I never see the wild flowers growing either In valley or upon mountain height hut they call to me: "Friend, consider the lilies of the fields. Christ Is weaving for me my garments. Shall he not clothe his hu man children, O ye of little faith?" 1 never bee a mother bird caring for her young hut she calls to me: "1 am a sparrow. God (coils me. God will feed you.” I never stand before a great natural wonder, like Klluuea or Yosom- ite or Gotbnrd pass, hut over It and underneath It and all around it myri ads of voices arc calling from the "si lent places" of nature as the voice of the Lord called to Moses out of the burning bush: "Take thy shoes off from thy feet, for this Is holy ground. Thou art now In the presence of thy Maker. I am God. Listen to me aud obey me. I am God, who made all things, the omnipotent aud omniscient and omnipresent God. Canst thou not trust him who holds the sea In the palm of his hand, who can look upon the earth aud make It tremble, who can touch the hills with his finger and make them smoke?” The care and the protection of the di vine Father’s love always speak to me iu the "silent places” of nature. Many years ago the voices of nature sounded for me their divine lessons In one mighty chorus. 1 stood upon Observa tion point and looked off upon the won derful Grand canyon of Yellowstone park. It is one of the most marvelous places of tin* world. There before you Is a valley smooth as the floor of a great cathedral, yet large enofigh to gather Into it one of the nations of the world. Front each side of this floor rise two precipitous basaltic walls over a thousand feet in height, scarred and seamed with battling the elements of the ages, down which at intervals de still that there is not the echo of even one pair of romping feet. It is so still that you can hear your heart thump and pound in anguish under your flesh, j O God, how still It is! Still, still, ap paliingly still. But. my friends, though the bereft home is so still. If you listen carefully in its silence 1 think you can hear the voice of God speaking. No. you do uot believe me? Well, them let me tell you ! a beautiful story. Some years ago a lawyer friend of mine of the name of Jackson was talking about a gentle man whom I knew by reputation. Mr. Jackson for some months had been i wondering why this gentleman's nature I had changed. From being a worldly man he was suddenly transformed and 1 became a Christian and an active church member. One day in conversa- ’ ; tion Mr. Jackson asked him the rea- | son. Then he told him this incident. "About a year ago,” said he, “I was visiting In Asheville. While I was there ft lady friend of mine one Sun day afternoon was trying to teach I some ragged hoys the Sunday school lesson. She was trying to tell what i Christ’s cross meant. Yon know I was 1 not a Christian a year ago, hut I tried to help her out. I saw one little fel low there, very poor. He was a bright 1 boy. 1 drew for him the cross. I showed him how they put Christ on the cross. I dug a hole and lifted up the cross and pushed it in. After that 1 became so interested in the hoy I went and visited him and sent him some clothes, for all that he had was a meal bag for a coat. Ready to Meet Him. "A few months ago business called me to Asheville. While there 1 went to hunt up my* little friend. The mother! met me at the door and told me he j was dead. Then she told me that till through his last sickness he kept say ing: ‘Mother, if I die, 1 want you to write to that' rich gentleman in the j north and tell him I am dead. And tell him, mother, that when I go to heaven the first person I shall tell Jesus about ! will be the good man from the north who sent me clothes and told me about how Christ died for me. And 1 shall tell Jesus that I think this good gen tleman will he coming along soon.’ | Then this friend turned to my lawyer friend and with a strange look in his | eye said: ‘And I believe he will do it. j I must he ready to do what the little fellow told Christ I was going to do, 1 must he ready to go and meet him soon.’ ” Widow, childless mother, bro ken h»*arted man, cannot you make your own application? In the silence of the empty home God Is calling. He is calling in the voice of your redeemed loved ones. Cannot you hear him? You must he ready to go and meet them soon. But, strange to say, 1 find the "silent places" where we should hear God's voice in the busy noise and bustle and hum of a great city. 1 find them amid the clanging of the electric cars. 1 find them In the rumble of the big factories. I find them amid the hilarities of social gatherings as well as iu the silence of sense? Did you never realize that there can be great "silent places” between brothers and sisters, between parents and children, between children and par ents? “Silent places” there are In which people's souls do uot commingle and know each other in holy fellow ship. My God, can It be that there are spiritual “silent places” between us and the lives of our dear ones? Can it he that there is any mother here who has not talked with her children about Christ? Is there any wife here who has not talked to her husband about Christ? Are there any men or women here who have spiritual "silent places” in which God is calling them to go and work in his vineyard? Will you go and labor for him? [Copyright. lD0f>, by Louis Klopsch ] Women In Church. The following remarkable notice has been Issued by the Rev. G. M. Parsons, vicar of Cranstock church, Newquay. Cornwall: “Cranstock church is closed until fur liter notice except at hours of divine service. The church has hitherto been freely open. It is deplorable that ii. cannot so remain, as It ought to. This is wholly due to the irreverence of numbers of women who, walking un covered, presume to enter God’s house with uo sign of reverence or modesty upon their heads. A small veil or ker chief would betoken tills and be sulli cieut, hut remonstrance during several ‘seasons’ has proved in vain. “Such a refusal by men to offer the customary "ospect of uncovering would justify their exclusion from God’s house. The corresponding refusal by women to cover their heads obliges it. The church is closed with deepest re gret and shame for the cause. It will mean much loss to the church of tin* devotion and offerings of the reverent ly disposed. It is hoped, however, thai the solemn protest thus made in God’s name will bring thoughtless persons t > a better sense of what is due to his presence and glory, so that his house may speedily be set open as freely as before.”—London Telegraph. till ■ * Telegraph Message Awaits you at the store of The Gaffney,! Drug Company, free—all charges paicPby us. It’s a’ sample' of Rocky Mountain Tea. Good for cure of all^Stomach and Liver disorders. Call for a free sample at [our store. ItJ will be given you as . cheerfully as] if you were paying”for"it The Gaffney Drag Compy. R. C. GARLAf'D, Mgr. Hotels and Depot. For Sale 385 acre farm. $30.00 per acre. 07 acre farm in York villi* $37.50 per acre. 333 acre farm $33.00 per acre 1 Lot 72x100. f 3 miles front 2 houses. 1 block $1100. j Gaffney. 60acre farm, $33.00 per acre J 83 acre farm $14 00 per acre f ti miles from Gaffney. 11!* acre farm, new 7 room house, 4 1!4 2 story, barn, poultry yard. etc. price I miles $4 000, US acre farm tit) acres in line 1 from timber, $41.00 per acre* J Gaf’y lT4i acres $100.00 per acre. 12*4 acres improved good house etc.. $1,300.00 in Gaffney. 27> acre farm 4 I / j miles from Henrietta anfi Oliffstde, 23 acres of it in tember. $l(i.50 per HOUSES and LOTS. S room house and ti acres in Blacksburg $1300.00. Lot 80x200; large house, old Hotel property, $3,200.00. Fine ti room house, newly finished. $1,800. Lot 72xi;V>, $900 <*• down. ,8-acre farm. $1,350 ; 2 years to pay for it 4 acres 3 blocks from depot $3,300.00. Lot sox200, west end. $350.00. Lot 2Ii acres 4 room house $1050 00. Lot 135 feet by 200, 3 blocks from depot,$725.0 Lot 200x300, 4 blocks from depot, $700 00. FineO room house, newly tiuishea near graded school. 3 line houses and lots near depot. Brices reasonable. R. L. Parish. Read! Greek Soldiers. George A. Sanford of the army Y. M. C. A. thinks that the Greek is reaching out for his old time military suprema ey. Mr. Sanford writes: “Modern Athens Is full of soltliers. They are mostly uniformed lu two shades of bjue.-uot unlike the old service uniform of the United States army, hut with added trimmings of red. The king’s own regiment is attired iu rutiled shirt waists with gold buttons, short plaited skirts of white material like a ballet dancer, which are said to contain sixty yards of material, red pointed shoes with a big rosette on the apex, a jaunty cap without a visor, hut with a long tassel, and a histrionic cloak. Were it not for magazine rifles, re volvers and knives you would mistake a group of these soldiers for a greeu- room outfit. At the anuttal carnival this regiment includes In Its evolutions some high stepping and ballet danc ing.” While I carry almost anything in a general line, I am now making Shoes and Groceries my leading lines and will save you money on your Shoes. I will open up my meat market on Saturday, the 7th of October. I will have fresh Fish on Fridays and Saturdays. Give me you trade, I will treat you right. Yours to please, I. M. Peeler. Dr. S. H. Griffith, PHYSICAN - SURGEON - OCULIS T 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 andJThroat Hospital of Baltimore. Glasses Fitted Accurately and Scientifically. J* J* Office in Cherokee Drug Oo., B’ldg, One Minute Gougfc Gisre For Coughs, Colds tsnd Croup. FOLEY^HONET^TAR Jfcr chlUtrmni •of*, aurv. Jfo oplat**