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Sermon
By Rev.
Frank DeWitt Talmage, D. D.
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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.
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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
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Wash., writes:
Dear Mrs. Pinkham:—
“ About two years ago I was a greet auf-
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finally told me that I had a tumor on the
womb and must undergo an operation if I
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death warrant, but 1 spent hundreds of dol
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growing. Fortunately I corresponded with
an aunt in the New England States, and she
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