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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
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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.
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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.
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