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When In need of anything In the building line, cal and see us; we'll treat you oonr teously and make your estimates fot nothing. L,. Baker, MANAGER. WINTHROP COLLEGE Scholarship and Entrance Examination. The examination for the award of vacant scholarships in Wlnthrop College and for the admission of new students will be held at the Ciounty Court House on Friday, July 6th, at D a. m. Applicants must not be less than 15 years of ave. When scholarships are vacated after July 6, they will be awarded to those making the highest average at tills examina tion provided they meet the conditions gov erning the award' Applicants for scholar ship should write to President Johnson be fore the examination for scholarship appli cation blank. Scholarships are worth flOO and free tui tion. The next sessiou will open September l!*th, 1806. For further information and cata logue, address 6-4-2mo-pd. Pres. O. B. JOHNSON, . • Rock Hill, S. C. 1766 1906 COLLEGE OF CHARLESTON Chsrieston, S. C. 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Los Angeles, Cal., June 10.—Like a breath from the cool woods In the midst of summer beat this s rmon comes with Its vivid pictures of an imal life and their spiritual applica tion. The text Is Psalms xll, 1, “As the hart panteth after the water brooks.” What Is the spring fever? What Is that tired feeling which creeps over one as the months of May and June dhiw near? What is that exhaust ing sensation which makes the hand sluggish at its work and the brain dull as it tries to originate a thought and the legs heavy as lead when we get up in the mornings just pre ceding the summer? We vehement ly deny the accusation that we are lazy. We never have been lazy in our lives. We daily go to our office and begin work even a little earlier than usual. We stay there longer than at any other time of the year. But in spite of ourselves the results of our work are not only less in quantity, but far poorer in quality than at any other time of the year. We wonder what ails us,’and we go to the doctor to get a tonic. The doctor tells us: “You are bilious. Your liver is torpid.” Or he says, “You are overworked and must let up.” But deep down in our hearts we know what is the matter. We have Just the old longing for the woods. In the springtime it comes to us as nat urally as the buds come to the flower gardens. It is not mpdielne we want, but the mountain air, with the tree branch for a covering and the soft grass and the leaves for a l»ed. Thus— The on’y cure for a man I know Is t’ git right out o’ th' town an’ go Where th’ wl! - ducks swim an" th' geese go by An’ th’ trout an' bass are a-jumpln’ high. Th’ on’y thing thi'.t’ll eure 'im then Is t’ git away from ids feller men An’ loaf all day by some laffln’ stream An' fish an’ whistle an’ sing an’ dream An’ listen f birds an’ bugs an’ hear Th’ voice o’ th’ woods in his eager ear. But with most of us the longings must be repressed. We may, however, give our thoughts a rest by dwelling on such a theme as I have chosen for this morning’s treatment I said to myself, “Probably there are many with the same longing, so I will choose a text that will carry our thoughts away to the woods and the waters,” and as I thought this beautiful text of • the psalmist sprang to my mind, “As the hart panteth after the water brooks so panteth my soul after thee, O God.” Mice Panting Hart*. Ah, yes, I said to myself, we are all like panting harts. We are like the hunted and the thirsty deer seeking the water brooks. And, strange to say, as soon as I uttered the text In my study a wonderful peace came to my soul. I seemed to see the great gentle eyed stag and deer and fawn watching me from the thickets. I seemed to hear the birds singing their love ditties. I seemed to see the trout leapiug out of the brooks. I seemed to see the great cliffs rising above the valleys and the baldheaded mountains, like grim and grizzly patriarchs, standing sentinel over all. Yes, I said to myself, for a little while at least I can go— An' forgit that there’s cities an’ houses an’ men, Forgit that I’s got t’ go back ag’ln, Forgit everythin' else In th’ whole wide world But Jes' God an’ th' birds an’ th' bugs an’ things That live right thar where th’ wild stream sings. Goodby, old city! We are about to leave you now. We are going to climb way up the mountains for a little while, and as we He down upon the hank of a creek or river by one of Jhe beau tiful deer licks we learn, In the first place, that the hart is dependent upon the water brook for his physical exist ence. He is not like the camel, that can store up his drinking water and carry it about with him for days; he is not like the lizard or tiie rattlesnake or the horned toad or the Gila mon ster, that live in the desert week in and week out, month. In and month out, seemingly without water, or, if they do get water, they must absorb it from the bristling cactus, which grows ev erywhere around. But a deer is like a human being. Take water away from him, and he will die. Thus you ran never find the doer far away from the water brooks. He has two reasons for his dependence on the stream. First, he is not a carnivorous animal. He does not live on flesh, but on herbs, and he must live where the water makes tiie grass spring up into life. In the text place, he must himself l>e able at least once or twice a day to daintily step out of the woods, lift high his head to sniff for dangers and then gently move down and put his delicate lips into the cool waters of the babbling brooks. And so certain is the deer to go to tiie waters to drink in the evening or the early morning that if a man is a lajsy hunter and knows where the ani mals are accustomed to drink all he bus to do, is to go there and hide. The Boa am! the Beer. It Is by recognizing the daily depend ence of ike doer ui>on water that In equatorial America the huge and slow moving 1>oh constrictor is often able to have his feast of venison. Through the underbrush we can see the monstef serijent, nearly ttfty feet In length, wriggling and twisting. He is on his way to the border of some lake or stream. It Is tending toward the even ing hour, and he must hurry. He comes to a huge tree whose branches overarch the well beaten path Which leads down to the deer lick, and he grips the tree and begins to climb up. Suddenly through the leaves are seen the tall ant lers of a magnificent stag. He is Just ahead of the herd. He moves quietly along until he comes under the out stretched branch. The head of the ser pent drops in a flash and winds Itself about the quivering flesh. The stag at tempts to make a leap forward, but the tall holds true. The spiral coils of the serpent begin to stiffen, the bones crack and the deer drops dead In his tracks. Thus, my friends, when you think of God providing the water brooks for the deer when they are chased by the hounds, think, too, of the water brooks as the places of danger and death. . But these water courses suggest an other thought What bountiful provi sion God has made for the wants of all creatures. How the forest teems with herbage for the hungry deer and water for him when he is thirsty. Thus ns God gives drink and food to the deer I find that he is daily providing for our hunger and slaking our thirst Would that we might all feel that as God Is feeding the birds of the air and is mak ing the grass of the fields to grow and is caring for the timid deer of the for est and the prairies, so he is feeding and clothing us. “As the hart panteth after the water brooks for daily sus tenance, so may my heart pant after thee, O God!” But not alone for dally sustenance must the deer go to the water brooks. He must also run there for safety when the hounds and the hunters get after him. He must run even as the human soul must run to the divine water brooks when temptations and persecutions get on his trail. Satan's Pack of Honnda. Like the noble hind were you start ed forth in life. Tall, straight, broad of antlers were you. The rich, good blood of many noble generations was flowing in your veins. Your eye was quick and clear, your ear keen and alert Your foot was as swift as the wild gazelle’s. If simply one dog had come near you you could have grap pled with him and overcome him, but Satan ns a sportsman never hunts his game with but one mangy cur. When be starts forth for his prey he lets loose a whole pack of hounds. As you look back Into your past life it is not the baying of one dog that you hear, but of myriads of dogs. Their calls seem to have come from all directions when one of these hounds gave the signal that be had struck your trail. You knew then, as the stag knows whop he hears the call of the deep throated hound, that your safety Is not In the point of your antlers, but In the swiftness of your flight. When the bounds of temptation and persecution get uiK>n your trail you are in almost exactly the same posttlon as the belated Uusslau traveler who Is caught in a snowstorm upon the wild, desolate moors. You have often read the stories of those tragedies. Now we can see the man bundled up In his furs In the sleigh quietly driving to ward bis home. The hour grows late; the stars begin to come out. Suddenly there comes echoing pver those Rus sian moors a weird call. The man shudders. He turns his head sharply over his shoulder to listen. He won ders If there is a mistake. Then comes that strange call again. He mutters to himself: “Wolves! Wolves! O God, save me! The wolves!” He grips the lines and the whip and begins to beat his horses into a mad run. Nearer and nearer comes the call. Then shadowy forms are seen leaping after him. The man turns and raises his riflfc and sends a gullet between a pair of the gleaming eyes. For a little while the pack halts to banquet off the quivering flesh of one of their own dead. Then on and on comes the pack again, and again the rifle speaks. Then one horse is sacrificed. Then another. The rtice Is a run for life. If the man Is not able to reach the Inclosure of the house be himself must be offered up to the unappeasable hunger of the wolves. Is not that the way trials and tempta tions come after you? Did they not come as a pack of hungry wolves? Did they not come as wild dogs upon the track of a deer? The Coyote** Call. You could have stood the poverty. You could have stood the death of your child. You could have stood the calum nies and the misrepresentations of the world if tboae misfortunes had assailed you singly and alone, but your troubles tried to overthrow you. They came upon you its a pack of wild dogs on tiie track of a di*or. Their voie<*s sounded like the calls of the coyotes. I remem ber well when I first heard the coyote’s call. It was blood curdling to me, for I had never heard tiie like of it before. I was then a novice at camping. We were away off in the mountains on tho outskirts of an ludian reservation. I was alone in camp at the time. It is a strange sensation to l>e alone out In the woods, to feel that though you may put your bunds to your lips and utter the loudest of ,halloes, yet the only an swer which will come to you Is tin- echo of your own voice which the cliffs throw back uikoi your ears. Well, I was alone in the woods. Suddenly the whole river bed below me was filled with the most awful sounds. There came floating up the wildest, ^’eirdest. strangest of choruses. At times the voices that I heard In that chorus arose like tiie anguished wallings of lost souls. At times they sounded like the yelling of fiends or the gloating* of In quisitor* In the dark ages. At times they seemed to lie the mocking and tiie derisi^t- laughter of a lot of depraved children. They suemed to 1h* not one voice, but million* of voices. I found out after awhile that those voices came from a pack of miserable coyotes on the track of a Jack rabbit running for his life. That Is the way the Isiyings of the bounds must sound upon thr startled ear of tiie fleeing stag. That is the way tiie voices of the hounds of temptation and persecution sounded to us when Satan first let loose bis hellish pack upon our trail. Swift a* the Wind. "But,” you say, “the deer should not be afraid of the baying of the dogs If he can only hear It In time. Why,” you say, “Just go out to any of our zoological gardens and study the hoof of the deer. Never was there a hoof or a leg like 1L Truly the speed of the deer Is ns swift as the wind. The dog’s speed is as nothing compared to It” That is true, my friend. In one sense, hut false in another sense. A deer is like a racing horse which has been trained to run a quarter of a mile. For that distance he can travel as fast as an express train, but try to run him two or three miles and his wind will leave him, and he will be helpless. Now, the deer Is swifter than the hound In the short run, but the hound has the greater staying pow ers. In the long race he will outrun the deer. Unless the deer’s tracks are destroyed, the pursuing dogs will cer tainly overtake their prey and pull down his proud antlers Into the dust. Now, what does the deer do to oblit erate those tracks? He runs as the fugitive slave used to run when star tled by the hounds baying upon his tracks—he runs until the bulging eyes almost hurst from their sockets. He runs until the hemorrhage almost gushes from his gaping mouth. lie runs until he reaches the water brooks, where Is his only hope of safety. When the deer comes to the brook or the creek be leaps Into the center of It and runs up or down stream; then, coming to the edge of the river, be runs along a little farther; then he makes a great leap off Into the woods and is gone. The dogs soon reach the edge of that river or creek, but they yelp in vain. They hunt this way and that, but the scent has vanished. Ob, my friends, have you arid I tried to make the enemies of our souls helpless by seeking the divine water brooks? We cannot longer fight those tempta tions and persecutions. You and I know that they are coming nearer and nearer to destroy us each day. Will we flee to God’s water brooks? Will we wade down into God’s great river of mercy and be protected by his love? But as I see the strong, powerful deer heading toward the*water brooks I also see the jxhw wounded hind limping there. No one but a hunter with a heart of stone could find enjoyment in this almost helpless animal’s slaughter. Perhaps the bullet has cut a deep hole In the side, out of which the blood is flowing. Her tongue is hanging from her mouth; her strength is almost gone. But off in the distance she sees the water, fihe limps on to the bank; she wades down; she dips her parched lips into the cool stream; then she plunges In and swims out. Aha! She is saved; she is saved! Yes, she is saved. Just as the poor, wounded, bleeding human soul can be'saved by God’s love If that soul will plunge Just once In the water brooks of divine mercy and love. The Wounded Dee*. “What,” you say, “can the poor wounded deer be saved by the water brooks as well as the strong deer?” Yes, my friend. He can be saved if be can only get to the water brooks. And the same skepticism which you have about the poor wounded deer escaping the dogs souk.' people have about the poor wounded human deer escaping the hounds of sin. We, as gospel teachers, most proclaim the truth that God’s water brooks are not only for those who are socially respectable, but also for those who are social outcasts. There is a beautiful story told bow one dark night a London missionary was sum moned to go to one of the worst houses of 111 repute in the English metropolis. “Mary is dying,” cried the messenger. “Come quick, Mary is dying!” The Loudon missionary hurried on bis coat and started out. He reached the house and ascended the stairs and came to the room where this poor Magdalene was about to pass away. There he found the room filled with girls just like herself. The dying girl had her head pillowed U[K>n one of her friends’ arms, and this fallen woman was talk ing to her In words something like this: “Mary, dear, put your faith in Jesus. Don’t be afraid. lie died for Just such poor women as you aud me. Fut your faith In Jesus, dear, and he will never let you perish." Ah, could any minister of the gospel preach a truer gospel than that? These divine water brooks are not for those who are simply well aud strong. They are for the wounded deer. They are for those that are wounded by sin. Art thou not such a one, my brother and sister? Have not thy flanks been torn and bleeding from conflict with the enemy in the past? Come to the water brooks. Come to God’s water brook* now and tie sa\ed. “As the hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee, O God.” In a Circle. There are two other facts to which I still want to call your attention. Tbe tirst is that water brooks not only saved tiie hunted deer by throwing tiie dogs off tiie trail, but also by making It possible for the deer to run in a straight line away from the dogs. I was very much surprised to find out that these water brooks a/e to the deer what the compass is to a hunter in the woods—It keeps the deer from travel ing In a circle. The pursued deer unless drawn by the scent of water always runs in a circle. No sooner has a deer been shot at aud the dogs been turned loose than at oiu-e the deer unless he has the guid ing scent of water seems to lose his reasoning faculties. He will run like the wind. He will run on and on—flve, ten, fifteen or even twenty mile*--but unless he can scent the water brooks from afar he will always travel In a circle and come back to the very place where the hunter first shot at him— back to the place where be will lie shot at again. This circling flight of the deer Is universally recognized. Some of the different state legislatures have enacted game'laws which make It a felony for any man to hunt the deer by the means of hounds. Why? If they did not make such a law the deer of those states would soon be ex terminated. The circling flight of the deer makes it a very simple matter for a few hunters to stand In one place and shoot at the running game again and again until the deer have been en tirely slaughtered. Ah, my friends, as I thought of the poor deer traveling In a circle how quickly my mind thought of man as a human hart traveling In a circle without the aid of the divine water brooks! We think at times that by our own strength we can overcome our sins. Do we? Alas, we seem to travel In a circle. Is not that old taste of liquor coming back? Is not that old desire of sin continually gathering strength and assailing us harder and bitterer every time? If we have not the aid of the divine water brooks are we not continually traveling in a cir cle? There is only one sure way for you to escape sin, and that is to plunge into the divine water brooks. But more than that, there Is only one way for yon to keep free from sin in the future, and that Is to scent God’s wa ter brooks from afar, for If you do not as sure as you live you will circle around. The circle may be large or small, but It Is certain to be a circle, and you will come back to that very sin which nearly destroyed you some weeks or some months or some years ago. Tbe Hidden Fnwn*. But If It Is impossible for the deer to save his own life from the pursuing hounds it is even less possible for him to save tbe life of his young by his own strength. The deer knows he can not do this, and so bis chief duty to ward his young is to conceal them dur ing their years of helplessness. Then, as soon as "the young are strong enough, he leads them to the water brooks and teaches them how they can there es cape the hounds. First they conceal the young. Did you ever see the birth chamber of a little fawn? The guides tell you it is very hard to get Into the royal palaces of Europe to see the pri vate rooms where the princes and princesses of the royal houses of Eng land and Germany and Italy and Rus sia were bom. but It Is not more diffi cult than to find the birth chambers of tbe fawns. When the does are about to become mothers they hide themselves far, far away from the eyes of beast or man. There, In the darkest jungles, the litfle ones come into the world. So carefully are the helpless fawns hidden away from the merciless eyes of the hunter that Job speaks of these secret birth chambers by asking the difficult question, "Canst thou mark where the hinds do calve?” But as soon as the young fawns are strong enough the hind leads her young to the water brooks. She seems to say: “Daughter, I cannot protect thee. Only the water brooks can protect thee. This Is the way to escape the dogs< and the wolves.” Are we like the hinds, lead ing our little ones to the water brooks? Are we saying: “Come, child, I cannot guide thee. I cannot save thee. Only God can care for thee. Come, let me lead thee to him.” Oh, the helplessness of a hind or a hart caring for her young! I once heard of a buuter who was io ambush. A doe with two fawns were passing that way aud were chased by the dogs. The hunter raised bis rifle aud shot one of the fawns. Tiie moth er had disappeared In the woods, but as soon as she turned and saw her little one on the ground she returned and bent over the dying fawn aud be gan to lick her liaby’s Wounds until the cruel hearted banter made her tumble a corpse over thp body of her child. You say that was sad. You say that was pathetic. But sad and pathetic as It was, I do not think It was nearly as sad as the sights we aee everywhere around us. Here we can see human hinds and hart* not only re fusing to lead their young to the di vine water brooks, but absolutely lead ing them into danger. Then these hu man hinds and harts after their young are morally and physically and spir itually destroyed come out, like old David, and, (lending over their de stroyed young, they wall: “Oh, Absa lom, my son, my son! Would God I had di«*d for thee!” Are you, as paren tal hinds aud harts, not only going for your own safety to die divine water brooks, but are you also leading there your children? Spiritual Water Ilrooka. Thus, my friends, you find two sym bols In these words of my text. In the first you find the poor hunted sinner seeking the spiritual water brooks and there finding safety; In the second we enn find tbe sinner, hounded and js-r- seeuted by sin. refusing to seek the di vine water brooks aud consequently be ing destroyed. There is a beautiful legend tliat many centuries ago Diana was chased by a hunter. Diana when she turned and saw him said, “Begone, thou human stag and die the death of a hunted ls*.‘ist!” Immediately herns began to grow from the young man’s forehead; his fair while skin became covered with a reddis!i # ha!r; his frs»t changed Into the cloven hoof of a deer. Then through the woods the doomed man heard the cries of his late companions, who were out hunting. He heard the yelping of his own dogs. Though Ac- taeon turned imd ran for his life, those dogs overtook‘him and tore him limb from limb. Oh. my friends, are we. Hkc Actaeon, straying into forbidden path*, pursuing vain pleasures? Is it possible that we, like Actaeon, are Is- ing hunted by trials and temptations? Then In our danger let us fly to tbe ref uge God has provided. Khali we he like the psalmist of old and say. “As tho hart panteth after the water brooks, so panteth my soul after thee O Godr [Copyright, by T/>uIm Klopsch 1 Home of Swmbp-EooL Women as Well as Men Are Made Miserable by Kidney Trouble. Kidney trouble preys upon the mind, dis* courages and lessens ambition; beauty, vigor and cheerfulness soon disappear when the kid neys are out of order or diseased. Kidney trouble has become sa prevalent that it is not uncommon for a child to be bom afflicted with weak kid neys. If the child urin- .. ates too often, if the urine scalds the flesh or if, when flie child reaches an age when it should be able to control the passage, it is yet afflicted with bed-wetting, defend upon It. the cause of the difficulty is kidney trouble, and the first step should be towards the treatment of these important organs. This unpleasant trouble is due to a diseased condition of the kidneys and bladder and not to a habit as most people suppose. /Women as well as men are made mis erable with kidney and bladder trouble, and both need the same great remedy. The mild and the immediate effect of Swamp-Root is soon realized. It is sold by druggists, in fifty- %nt and one dollar < izes. You may have a[ >ampie bottle by mail ree, also pamphlet tell- ng all about it, including many of the housands of testimonial letters received i rom sufferers cured. In writing Dr. Kilmer i i Co., Binghamton, N. Y., be sure and | lentlon this paper. Don’t make any mletake, but re member the name, Swamp-Root, Dr. Kilmer’s Swamp-Root, and the ad dress, Bingbampton, N. Y., on every bottle. Weak Hearts Are due to Indigestion. Ninety-nine ef every one hundred people who have heart trouble can remember when it was simple Indiges tion. It is a scientific fact that all caaea of heart disease, not organic, are not oi traceable to, but are the direct result of In geatlon. All food taken into the stomach which fails of perfect digestion ferments and •wellsthe stomach, puffing it up against the heart. This Interferes with the action of the heart, and in the course of time that delicate but vital organ becomes diseased. Mr. D. Kaubla. of Nevada. O , nyi: I had atonach trouble and was In a bad state as I had heart trouble with It I took Kodol Dyspepsia Cure for about four months and It cured me, (Coded Digests What Yon Bat and relieves the stomach of all narvons strain and the hear* of all pressure. Bottlei only. $1.00 Size holdtnc 2^ time* fbetrfal size, which sells for 50c, Prepared by E. Q. DeWITt *00., OHIOAOa For eale by , Cherokee Drug Co.! Gaffney; L. D. Allison, Cowoena. MAGISTRATE’S SUMMONS FOR DEBT. State of South Carolina, ; County of Cherokee. By G. W. Speer, Magistrate, to A. C. Davis, trading or doing business as the A. C. Davis Salvage Company, complaint having been made unto me by E. H. DeCamp, that you are Indebt ed to him in the sum of ninety-nine dollars, on account of work and labor done and performed for you at your special instance and request which you have refused to pay and still re fuse to pay. This is, therefore, to require you to appear before me, in my office in Gaff ney, S. C., on the 21st day after ser vice hereof on you at 10 o’clock a. m. exclusive of day of service of. thi* (Summons, to answer to the said Com plaint, or Judgment will be given you by default. Dated Gaffney, S. C., May 9th. 1906. G. W. Speer, (L. S.) Magistrate. 1 June 1 a w 4t Overworked KIDNEYS Marrmj** Bacba, Gin and Janlper U prescribed and endorsed by emi nent physicians. It cures when all else fails. Prevents Kidney Disease, Dropsy, Bright’s Disease, etc. At all drag stores. #i.oo « Bottle, or direct from The Murra w Drug Co.,Columbia, S. C If anybody has a message for the people of this community he cannot deliver it to them so effectually, so cheaply, so quick ly in any other way as through the columns of this paper. It is the business of this pa per to carry messages of oue kind and another into homes. The message will be delivered, too, under favorable conditions, for few persons take up their local paper except in a pleasant and receptive frame of mind. The sign upon the fence board may be good, but it can be seen only by travelers who go that particular road. The message in the local paper carries itself to thousands, no matter by which road they travel. Select your space and put your message where it will do the most good. W», perhaps, con halt. fM if 7WI will bat safe as ♦♦♦■♦» ♦ ♦ ♦ ♦ • ♦ *