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Kodol cures indigestion. This new discov ery represents the natural Juices of dlge» tion aa they exist in a healthy stomach, combined with the greatest known tonlo and reconstructive properties. Kodol Dy»> pepsia Cure does not only cure indigestion and dyspepsia, but this famous remedy cures ail stomach troubles by cleansing, purifying, sweetening and strengthening the mucous membranes lining the stomach. Mr. S. S. Bill, of Ravenswood. W. Va.. aajrar— " I was troubled with sour stomach for twenty years. Kodol cured me and we are now using It la Bilk for baby." Kodol Digests What Yon Eat Bottles only. $1.00 Size holding 2H times the trial size, which sells for SO cents. Prepared by E. O. DeWlTT It 00.. OHIOAQa For sale by Cherokee Drug Co., Gaffney; L. D. Allison, Cowpens. Calm age Sermon By Rev. Frank DeWitt Talmage, D. D. K- -W PURELY VEGETABLE. L <s Angeles, Cal.. Nov. 12.—From the incident of the broken alabaster box the preacher in this sermon draws lessons of the gratitude which men should feel for the self sacrifice of mothers, sisters and wives. The text is Mark xiv, 8. “She hath done what she could.” Some people are Hide the Dead sea submerging the “cities of the plain.” They have no outlets. They would make all the streams of the surround ing hillsides tributaries to their reser voirs. They would gather into their depths the waters from the fountains beneath and from the showers over head. But. though they take in every thing they can. they never have any outliowin!. They would never give CLERK’S SALE. Pursuant to the decree and order of the Court of Common Pleas for Cherokee county in the case of E. Earle Holland, etc., vs. Lilabel Hol land, et. al., I will expose to public sale at Blacksburg, S. C., on Saturday, November 25th, 1905, between the hours of 12 *M. and 2 P. M. in front of the store room lot of L. M. Holland, deceased, on Shelby street, the fol lowing property, to-wit: All that lot with store room there on fronting 2G feet on Shelby street and running back southeasterly 83 feet, and being the same lot deeded to Eliza A. Holland by R. A. West brooks by deed recorded in clerk’s of fice for York county. Book “G.” No. 8. pages 557 and 558. Also that lot with residence thereon in Blacks burg, S. C., purchased from J. J. Whisonant by said Mrs. Eliza A. Hol land fronting on Carolina steort 100 feet and running back to the road bed of the Southern Railway Com pany being 981-2 feet at said road bed, or right of way. Terms of sale one-half cash, and the balance on a credit of eleven months with interest from the date of sale at 8 per cent, per annum. Credit portion of bid to be secured V>y bond and mortgage of the premis es sold, with leave to the purohasei to pay all cash. Purchaser to pay for all papers and recording, and must comply with cash portion of bid with in thirty minutes, or a re-sale will be made on same day for cash at the defaulting purchaser’s risk. J. Eh. Jefferies, Cl’k. C C. Pi’s Gaffney, S. C., Nov. 4th, 1905. Pub. in The Ledger Nov. 7-14 and 21. ADMINISTRATOR'S NOTICE. All persons holding claims against the estate of Robertson Littlejohn, de ceased, will present the same to the undersigned, duly proved, on or be fore December 1st, next, preparatory to settlement of the same. Gaston Littlejohn, Felix Littlejohn, Administrators. Nov. 6th, 1905. Pub. in Ledger Nov. 10th. 17th, 24th. 1905. FINAL DISCHARGE. Notice is hereby given that I will apply to Hon. J. E. Webster, Probate Judge for Cherokee county, S. C., at his office at the court house on Wed nesday, December 6th, 1903, at 11 o’clock a. m. for a final settlement and discharge as executor of the es tate of Robert G. Parker, deceased. All persons holding claims against said estate will present them on or before said date, or be forever barred. J. E. Sepoch, Exr. estate Robert G. Parker, dec'd. Publish in Gaffney Ledger Nov. 10, 17, 24 and Dec. 1st, 1905. One Minute Cough Cure Fop Coughs, Colds and Croup. FOIIttHONEr^CAR anything to anybody else unless they were compelled so to do. Their hands are like steel traps. They keep the palms open only as long as they have nothing on them. But as soon as any thing touches their skin their open palms fly shut and every finger be comes a vise and every muscle as rig id as a band of steel. Their doctrine is, “What is yours ought to be mine and what is mine is my own.” Truly they hang on to everything they can. Their appetites are omnivorous. But, like great stagnant pools, they become stenchful through their immobility. Tbelr love of other people is completely circumscribed by their love of self. Selfish love has even a more con temptible characteristic thau a mere brutal love for self. As a rule, selfish men consider it a personal reflection on themselves if other people are not just as mean and selfish as they are. When any one makes a sacrifice for another they give themselves to fault finding, are always complaining and always trying to depreciate the good which that person has tried to do. If a man like Andrew Carnegie endows a libra ry they raise a protesting voice and cry, saying: “What is the good of giv ing a pile of books to a lot of work men who never read? Why does he not give them a loaf of bread instead of a printed page?” If a philanthro pist offers to give a loaf of bread every midnight to every person who comes for it they say: "What is the good of feeding a lot of dirty tramps and dead beats? These men ought to be made to work as I have to work?” Thus wherever we turn we find some men, and, alas, they are many, with these two miserable characteristics. They refuse to do anything for any one else, and they find fault with all those who are trying to do what these selfish men ought to do. Some of these carping, selfish, fault finding critics were in the home of Si mon the leper in the time of Christ, as they are in the homes of our moderu Betlmnys. They never give a cent to any one If they can help it, and they hate to see any one else give away a cent. Thus when the woman of my text, to show her love for Christ, en tered the dining hall and broke an alabaster box and poured the oint ment of spikenard very precious upon Christ’s head they commenced to com plain. “Absurd, absurd!” they cried. • That ointment could have been sold for 300 pence and given to the poor. Why all this waste?” Then said Jesus: “Let her alone. She hath wrought a g(»od work on me, for ye have the poor with you always, and whensoever ye will ye may do them good, but me ye have not always.” Then Christ utter- ed the words of my text, “She hath done what she could.” That means to the very best of her power she had shown her true love for Jesus Christ. A Noble Sacrifice. Genuine and significant must have I been the act of this woman of my text to have brought forth such an eneoml- I um from the Saviour’s lips. But is Jesus the only being who has had a woman break over his head an ala baster box of ointment of spikenard very precious? Have not some of us been surrounded in our babyhood, in our boyhood, in our young manhood, in our middle age and old age, by Just ! such noble self sacrificing women, who 1 have for us literally done what they ' could? “Yes. Yes,” most of us can | answer, “we have. We have.” I would like to call to recollection some | of our obligations, some of the services that we have received from devoted women, who would have laid down their lives if it bad been necessary for our welfare. They literally did all they could to bring us to our truest and fullest mental and physical and Spiritual development. Where shall we begin to find these female characters, who have broken for us their alabaster box of olntmefit of spikenard very precious? Naturally we start with that sweet face that hovered about our cradle. When we go back to the dim recollections of childhood we remember that mother as always busy. She was either cleaning the parlors, or making the beds, or go ing out to market, or busy with her needle at a big basket filled with the week’s clean washing. We never re member her asleep unless she was sick in bed under the doctor’s care or un less we crawled under her covers In the early morning when we awoke frightened from dreaming bad dreams. She was always busy. Turn over the portraits in the family album. “There," you say, “la my first picture. Mother told me It was laken just a short time after I was chris tened. She made that little drew with her own hands, and she thought so much of that dress that she kept it all her life. After she was dead and we were going through her things I found it. The lace was just as you see It there. She must have thought a good deal of me to put so much work on that dress when she had so much to do. And there is my picture taken just Aft er my long attack of typhoid fever. My, I look sick there, don’t IV They tell me she never left my room for six long weeks. The doctors gave me up, but she never did. They say I would have died but for her. And further more the. say that it was her devotion to me that broke down her health and made her a lifelong invalid.” Then you turn over another page of the old album, and you say: “Here is my picture when I was a college boy. We were having a hard tim6 financial ly, and I used to get awfully discour aged, but mother was my support. She used to write and keep on writing to me. She never lost heart, no matter how black the clouds were. And when I think of her now I can say that a nobler, purer, better or more self sac rificing woman than she never lived. All that I am is the result of her sac rifices made in the crises of my early life.” “Oh," you say, “I had a good mother. She certainly did for me what she could.” Enlofty of Mothers. Cannot we all say that our mothers have broken for us the alabaster box of ointment of spikenard very pre cious upon our heads, and that they did what they could? Cannot we be as eulogistic of our mothers as Sir Thom as More was of his? When Thomas More was a very little boy his mother went off on a visit. He wrote to her his first letter and ended it thus: Tour absence al! but ill endure. And none so ill as Thomas More. As he grew older and came to great fame he stiil seemed to feel that he could not do anything unless he had first gone and told her and asked her adviee. He wrote every detail of his life to her. lie wrote to her almost every day of the week. At her death there were found over 4,000 letters penned to her by her noble son. And one of the last acts which he did be fore she died was to send one of his books to her with these beautiful words written upon the fly leaf: “For her who was the critic of my first in fant productions I have transcribed the few little essays that follow. The critic praises from the head—the moth-, er praises from the heart. With one It Is a tribute of judgment—with the oth er it is a gift from the soul.” Was not that tribute of England’s great statesman to his mother most beauti ful? Yet cannot we all give our moth ers the same tribute? Was there in our youth any worthy or meritorious act that was not of her suggesting or inspiring? ‘ Is not our position In the world to day a tribute to her for what she did for us? A great cave, like the Mam moth cave of Kentucky, has lately been discovered in Tasmania. Travelers j tell us that after the torches have been | put out some of the caverns of that' cave are ablaze with light from the j millions of glowworms which are kin dling their phosphorescent lanterns up on the walls and the roof of rock. So every place in the dark corridors of the past is ablaze with the lights of ma- j ternal self sacrifice. We see these lights at the cradle; we see them brll-; liaut at the sick bed; we see them at j college hall and afterward in the strug- j gles of our professional and mercan-1 tile careers. Wherever we went, as long us our mothers were alive, we knew that they were doing for us the best they could. Ah, many and many is the time they broke for us the ala baster box of ointment of spikenard very precious! Today we lay our gar lands of tribute upon the graves of the beloved mothers who cheerfully did for us what they could. But next to our mothers I would speak of the mothers of our children. As I praise the sweet faced woman who bent over our cradle I would now say a few words in reference to the wives who have stood by us so faithfully and nobly during our struggles of young manhood and middle age and, 1 hope, will continue so to do in our old age if God will let them live until their hair is whitened and their step becomes infirm. When I look into the past 1 see how awful might have been the results if we had had a bad mother in stead of a good mother. In the same way I shudder ns I think of what our lives would have been if our wives had been selfish or lazy or unworthy in stead of being the self sacrificing, de voted women whom God has given’ us. Inflnence of Wive*. The older I grow and the more I see of men the more I believe that they are, to a-igreut extent, the outgrowths of what their wives have done for them. Every husband, as a rule, ap pears to me the representative of a wife whom perhaps I have never seen. When Victor Hugo reached his seven tieth birthday bis friends from all over the world sent to him gifts of flowers. His home was simply deluged with them. Showing one of his rooms filled with flowers to a friend, he turned and said: “Flowers to me have an individ ual flavor. They speak the peculiar language oT the people who send them. Now, most of the donors of these flow-1 ers I have never seen, and yet from 1 the flowers themselves I can tell who my friends are. That magnificent lily came from a French florist's green house. The friend who sent me that must have been a well to do Parisian. This bunch of herbs could only grow on the Garonne, and that blue star flower can be found nowhere but In Normandy.” Thus he went on, giving the history of the different baskets and bouquets and collections of wild flow ers which had been sent to him as birthday gifts. As Victor Hugo read the characters of his unseen friends by the language of the flowers, I read the characters of wives by the conduct of their husbands.' Inevitably when you find a conse crated, earnest man working for Christ in the church you will find a noble, devoted wife back of that man, who is chiefly responsible for that man's consecration. Of course there are exceptions to all rules, but excep tions do not destroy the rules. So in variable has been my experience in this respect that when I find a man joining the church whose wife thinks more of card parties and dances and club meetings and dinners than she does of her prayer meetings I have but little hope of that man being an active or spiritual church member. I have known many women to stay in the church as faithful, loyal workers in spite of godless husbands, but I have in only two or three instances known a husband to be true to his church vows if he has an indifferent or a god less wife. My brother, I believe, that next to our mothers the human beings who have had the most to do with our religious conduct have been our godly, consecrated. Christian wives. Our wives have broken their alabas ter box of ointment of spikenard very preci us upon our family altars and made us what we are spiritually. But have they not done more than that? Oh, yes. They have literally sacrificed their all for us and submerged their lives in our life. When Benjamin Dis raeli retired from the ministerial beneh Queen Victoria wished to ele vate her favorite prime minister to the peerage. He declined at that time the honor for himself, but he practically said this: “Your majesty, the honor you would confer upon me would grat ify me more if conferred on my wife, for all that I have been able to accom plish in English statesmanship is due to her devotion and self sacrifice.” So for the time he remained plain Mr. Disraeli, while his wife became Count ess of Beacousfield. Not until some years later did he accept the honor urged upon him and take the title of Earl of Beaeonstield. When the aged banker, Rothschild, founder of the banking house which now bears his name, was dying he called his hoys to him and said, “Nev er make u financial move until you have consulted your mother.” What the wives of Disraeli and Rothschild were to their husbands in a temporal sense our wives have been to us. They have submerged themselves in our lives. They have molded themselves in our work. They have poured out their lives for us. Ah, yes, as we have had good mothers, we have also had good wives. The Tired Wife, And here let me state something which has been on my mind for a long time. I have been noticing how tired your wife looks of late. Aye, she is beginning to get that tired look your mother had during her last few years. You have ofteu said to your brothers and sisters since your mother’s death, “Oh, if father had only made her hold up a little she would have been with us now!” Yes, perhaps she would. Your mother was one of those “willing horses” who work themselves to death. Your wife is the same kind of a wo man. Her alabaster box of ointment of spikenard very precious which she is now pouring upon you is her life’s blood. You had better make her hold up or your children may soon be saying aqout their mother’s premature death what you said about your mother’s. Yes, we have all had good mothers. We have all had good wives. But as our minds wander back into the dim past there is another sweet face which arises above the horizon of our memories. Next to the mother and the wife I think this third face belongs to a young girl who has had the most Influence in our mental and moral and spiritual development I allude to that sweet sister who grew up by your side. She was a good girl. You cannot speak of her now without your lips trembling and your eye being moisten ed with tears. “Oh,” you say, “if we were not so far apart how I would love to go and have one of the old chats we used to have!” Truly, she did for you what she could. She naturally did more for you than any of the other children, because you grew up together. You played your games together, you trudged to school together. She was a little older thuu you ami was always lookiugafter you. When you got into trouble you always went first to her. Cannot you hear her gentle voice saying: “Now, brother, you must not do that. Mother would not like you to do it." Though the older sister wheu she corrected you would always make you angry, she would always make you feel will ing to do what you ought to do. Yes, yes, that dear sister has sacrificed a great deal for you. When you were little she used to give you her pennies. Like the poor widow, she gave you her mite. It was not much Intrinsically, but it was her all. When she grew a little older she still continued your friend. She gave to you her whole heart. Aye, it was a sad day for you when she married. Cannot you write to her now and bridge over that awful chasm of separation? But are the mothers, the wives, the sisters, the only female faces we can mention today like this woman of my text? No. The list would not be com plete unless we spoke a few words at least in reference to the children who have grown up in our nurseries. Once there was a time we carried our daugh ters in our arms. Now they are too big for that. They have grown so big and strong in some families that in stead of the daughters leaning upon the parents the parents have to lean upon the daughters. How strong and helpful some of those daughters have been! Do you not know that In some families the daughter* have literally given up their whole Uvea In order to please and to help the parents? Let mo toll you a beautiful romance that ended in a tragedy. VVlij- S1>o Did Not Marry. Do you see that sad faced young wo man with the gray hairs just appear ing amid her brown locks? Who is she? “Miss So-and-so,” you answer. “Why did she not marry?” “Oh. I guess be cause she did not wish to marry,” you answer. Oh, yes. she did want to mar ry. She does not want to marry now because her heart is broken. Many years ago a young man met her and laid siege to her heart. She gave to him the warm affections of her youth. You think she has a sweet face now. Aye. she was beautiful then. Her cheeks were as red as the roses. Her eyes were as blue as the sky Her laugh was as the merry chimes of the village bells. The young man warned the wedding set at once. Her father was taken sick. He could not find em ployment. This young girl said: "No, I cannot marry now. 1 must stay home ami help to keep the home fo my par ents aud the children.” He pleaded, but she firmly comprssed her lips and said: “Not now. Wait for me a few years and I am yours.” He would not wait. Within two years he stood at the marriage altar, but not with her. "Mrs. Grundy” talked for a few days about a broken engagement, but she said nothing. No one saw her weep. She never complained—that is. as far as any one else* lias known. Whether she wept In her room at night behind the closed door we know not. She broke her alabaster box of ointment of spike nard very precious upon her fa ther’s aud mother’s heads. She sacri ficed her own life for her parents’ lives. Fathers and mothers, have not our daughters always been willing to sacri fice themselves for you? ’Tis true per haps they have not had to sacrifice the love of some young man, as the heroine of this story 1 ha- e told you had to do. But in every way have not yottr sweet faced daughters been willing to sacri fice for you? Why, for years their lives have been spent in trying to please you. Let us beware that as we grow older we do not, as some parents, become more and more selfish. When our girls want to go with young folks do not shut them up as in a nunnery, and when the time comes for them to mate, if that time does come, in God’s good way let us be willing to let an other step in aud share that love, as the mothers of our wives were willing that their daughters should give us their love. Ah, yes, we have had good mothers, good wives, good sisters and, thank God, good daughters! But I cannot close without mention ing one other bearer of the alabaster box who has come into your life. She may have been an aunt or a grand mother or, as it was with me, a dear, affectionate Christian woman about sixty years of age. In all probability she came to you in a crisis. You may have goue to her for sympathy; you may have goue to her for spiritual or material help, and she never failed you. Cannot you see her now? I can. I can remember just bow she looked when I first met her. She was the saint of my Chicago church. She was one who always lived to do good. When sickness came into our home she was always there. Our babies were her babies, our troubles were her trou bles, our joys were her joys. It was a dark, stormy day, the Good Friday be fore Easter of 11XJ2, that I last saw her. I had been east visiting my sick father. She came down to welcome me home. She was always thinking of others, never about herself. It was a biting, tempestuous day, and she caught cold. Pneumonia stabbed her lungs. In one week she was dead, and in two weeks my father was dead. It seemed as though the sorrow of our home was too great to bear. And yet today, as the memories of those patient, loving Christian women arise before us. where do they lead us? Where are they pleading for us to go? They have given to us the best they have. Have they not done all this to lead us to that place where we may at last meet and where we shall never part again? Sou, husband, brother, father, friend, thy loved cues are breaking their ala baster boxes of ointment of spikenard very precious over you in the presence of Jesus, their King. Will you not look up and greet their Saviour as your master? Heaven will never be a per fect heaven to them unless they shall meet you there. Will you let their sac rifices lead you to Christ, that in his presence you may dwell with them for ever? Aye, their alabaster boxes of ointment of spikenard very precious would not be too costly if by that sac rifice they could win your immortal souls for eternal companionship in heaven. Truly they have done for ua all they could to bring about that glo rious consummation. [Copyright, 1905, by Louis Klopsch.] HOSPITALS CROWDED MAJORITY OF PATIENTS WOKEN Mrs. Pinkham’s Advice Saves Many From this Sad and Costly Experience- It is a sad bnt true fact that every year brings an in crease in tha number of ope ra tions performed upon women in our hospitals. More than three- fourths of the patients lying on those snow white beds are women and girls who are awaiting or recovering from opera tions made necessary by neglect. Every one of these patients had plenty of warning in that bearing down feeling, pain at the left or right of the t omb, nervous exhaustion, pain in the small of the back, leucorrhoea, dizzi ness. flatulency, displacements of the womb or irregularities. All of these symptoms are indications of an un healthy condition of the ovaries or womb, and if not heeded the trouble will make headway until the penalty has to be paid by a dangerous opera tion, and a lifetime of impaired useful ness at best, while in many cases the results are fatal. The following letter should bring hope to suffering women. Miss Luella Adams,of the Colonnade Hotel, Seattle, Wash., writes: Dear Mrs. Pinkham:— “ About two years ago I was a greet auf- ferer from a severe female trouble, pains and headaches. The doctor prescribed for me and finally told me that I had a tumor on the womb and must undergo an operation if I wanted to get well. I felt that this was mr death warrant, but 1 spent hundreds of dol lars for medical help, hut the tumor kept growing. Fortunately I corresponded with an aunt in the New England States, and she advised me to take Lydia E. Pinkham’s Veg etable Compound, as it was said to core tu mors. I did so and immediately began to improve in health, and I was entirely cured, the tumor disappearing entirely, without an operation. I wish every suffering wnmna would try this great prejiaration.” Just as surely as Miss Adams waa cured of the troubles enumerated in her letter, just so surely will Lydia E. Pinkham’s Vegetable Compound our* every woman in the land who suffers from womb troubles, inflammation of the ovaries, kidney troubles, nervous excitability and nervous prostration. Mrs. Pinkham invites all yxmng women who are ill to write her for tea* advice. Address, Lynn, Mass. J. F. GARRETT, Dentlst.l Office ^OverO The Battery. ’Phone 82 J. C. OTTS Attorney-at-Law, Notary In Offloa. Office removed to New Bank Bulldln|« WILLIAM 8. HALL, JR n Attorney at Law, National Bank Building, Gaffney, 8. C. Prompt attention given to all businesa. DR. W. K. GUNTER, o k in 'r i s 'r Office in Star Theatre Building. Phone No. 20. Crown and bridge work a specialty. 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