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‘ V Chamberlain’s Colic, Cholera & Diarrhea Remedy Almott every family liai need of a reliable remedy for folic or diarrhea at some tune during the year. This remedy is recommended by dealers who have sold it for many years and know its value. It has received' thousands of testimonials from grateful people. It has been prescribed by phy sicians with the most satisfactory results. It has often saved life before medicine could have been sent for or a physician summoned. It only costs a quarter. Can you afford to risk so much for so little? BUY IT NOW. By Rev. Frank De Witt Talmatfe, D.D. FOR SALE CHEAP i ^ T w o ! i u u (1 red JT y pe writers taken in part payment for Olivers. Remingtons, Underwoods, other makes, prices. : : Los Angelos, Cal.. Juno 2-t.—In this mormon the preacher shows how even the bitterest trials and sorrows of our lives may be transformed into bless ings. The text is Exodus xv, 2o, “And the lujrd shewed him a tree, which when he had east into the water, the waters were iqade sweet” Human nature may be aptly compar ed to the earth’s surface. It was val leys and hills, lowlands and heights, broad pastures and undulating prairies, rich Hsdraelou plains and Bad Lands of the I mkotas. It has Himalayas of inspiration, where we see the face of Jesus Christ transfigured before our eyes, and valleys of I>espond, in which the sunshine of hope never enters, even as the daylight cannot penetrat^the eataeoinlas underneath ancient Rome. Yet, strange to say, when we are standing upon the highest pinnacles of spiritual inspiration then we are often in danger of tumbling over the steep est precipices of sin. This despicable characteristic of the human he.: is not only true of individuals as it was in the life of I’eter when he denied Christ thrice, but it is also true of the spiritual conditions of communities. A tidal waye of skepticism can sub merge a nation and a people as an in- !ual can is* sucked irjto the quick- iu some courtroom, or as astronomers exploring the pathway of the stars. But now Instead of being artists and creating masterpieces to hang in the i French salon, we tlnd ourselves com- ! mou sign painters. Instead of being authors writing Iwsiks, we find our selves as common printers, setting the type, or as bookbinders putting other men’s books together, Instead of lie iug a Catherine Booth or a Frances llavergal or a Miss Willard or a Fanny Crosby or a Susan B. Anthony, we find ourselves washing dishes and scrubbing floors and cooking meals and being household drudges. The vapoi* mid the mists of early childhood, upon which were photographed and reflected the dreams of youthful ambition*have been condensed into tlk‘ common pud dles, of everyday life. "Oh,” you say, “how my early hopes have miscarried. From living among the clouds I have dropped to be nothing but a snail crawling in the dirt. Bitter, Mtter, are the waters which have been condensed from the mists of our early dreams photograiih<*d in the mirages of the nursery and the schoolroom** Yes, my brother, it Is certainly sari to srs? a Paul Potter exhausting his genius as a sign painter. Perhaps you have l>een to Euroj»e and have stood before “The Jewel of The Hague.” It is the picture of the farm lands. There under a tree are lying a cow, a goat, a mother slnvp and a lamb. But above them all stands the magnificent propor tions of the male offspring of that cow. Strong, powerfully formed Is he. From the looks of the animal he must be about a year am! a half old. Instead of the mother protecting him, he now stands as the protector of the mother. All the artistic world has sat before that picture as before a shrine. Yet 8 ra i t h 8, and a?l 1 Write for keen edge of even the sharjiest of griefs. Just as we can forget the pains of the sicknesses of childhood, we can forget alniut the miscarried hopes' and the faded visions of our youth. Now, all I ask of the world is a fair, honest show. That tlu? world seems unwill ing to give me. No matter how much I try to do right, the fault finders, the mlsropresenters, are always around. Like Socrates, who was compelled to quaff the deadly hemlock, I am con strained almost daily to djink of the poisonous springs of contention and slander. Truly, like the psalmist, I can cry out. ‘My tears have loen my meat day and night, while they (meaning my enemies) say unto me, Where Is thy God?' Yes, my enemies doubt whether God loves me, and I am myself almost ready to lie skeptical about the divine protection and supi>ort.” of an Kneni>. But. bitter though the attacks of your enemies may l*\ I want you fully to realize that an enemy has his good uses for the development of a man Just as a friend has Ids good uses. An ene my is a great restraining and doi’elop- Ing Influence in our lives. He Is like a moral brake. I >id you ever bend down and examine the huge brakes of a rail road engine? When we approach the engine, Inevitably we marvel at the mammoth Imilers and the heavy driv ing wheels. We say: “This is the way the steam is connected with that wheel. This Immense steel rod makes the j wheels work together.” But, though it Is Important to have our human Isdl- ! ers. it is Just as important to have our j human brakes. The engineer must bo able to start the engine, hut he must I also lie aide to stop it. Now, the ene- ' mlos of a man put him on his guard. ii mor. Many of our : tu :;ed their backs . ant t > toll you that n.l I • ’.v:. the greatest ; •(raid ! \v come to us. i * a b.mll". more than | l::r done. It has | o - •!) other as never s on sacrifices. • !... ve had to saerl- It has taught us •h o 'n r, but also 1'tul Potter painted "The Jewel of Tlie They keep him from running into need- a j K>u t nrm - aP<l , n y c Hague” fora tavern sign. For years it They, like the wild j have a I>o t J. E, Crayton & Co. Charlotte, N. C. Julyjo-pd The Builders Supply Co. Successors to L. Baker, Will furnish your Building Material of the best that the markets afford and at the lowest living prices No. 1 heart pine Shingles and Laths,. Guar snteed Pure White Lead and Zinc, and Pure Linseed Oil. Nothing better to paint your house with and costa less than mixed paints. When in need of anything in the building line, cal and see us; we’ll treat you conr ".eously and make your estimates for nothing. - 1^. Baker, MANAGER, CITATION FOR LETTERS OF ADMINISTRATION. 4 State of South Carolina, County of Cherokee. By J. E. Webster. Esquire, Probate Judge. Whereas. Mrs. Mabel Hughes has made suit to me to grant her Letters of Administration of the estate and effects of George It. Hughes, deceas ed. These are, therefore, to cite and ad monish all and singular the kindred and creditors of the sai.l George R. Hughes, deceased, that they be and appear before me, in the court of probate, to be held at Cberokoee court house, Gaffney, S. C., on Thurs day, July oth, next after publication thereof, at 11 o’clock in the forenoon, to show cause, if any they have, why the said administration should not be granted. Given under my hand this 19th day of June Anno Domini, 1906. J. E. Webster, Probate Judge. Pub. June 22, 29, 190C. NOTICE OF FINAL DISCHARGE. Notice is hereby given that on Mon day. July ICtb, 190G, I will apply to Hon. J. B. Webster, Probate Judge, at his office at the court house in Gaffney, S. C„ at 10 o’clock A. yt.. for a final settlement and discharge as Exec-utor of the estate of Mary A. Lin der, deceased. All persons holding ^jclalms against said estate must ap pear and present the same at or be fore that time or be forever barred. R. E. Linder, Exor. Estate Mary A. Linder, deed. Gaffney, S. C., June 19, 1900. Pub. in Gaffnev Ledger June 22, 29 and July C, 13. 1906. (11 v *< sands <>f a spiritual death. S Hue time ago I read a graphic a< count of an English tourist ascending i the Swiss nltitt... -s. As tills gentleman 1 and his party were -climbing, they passed through a beautiful village i v-here life in all its rustic simplicity j v is smiling before their eyes. Hardly ' 1 a they lc • this little village and gone a few mile, beyond, when one of the guides cried o'tt: “I-iOok! Look! Look! See tlie aval it ' he breaking loose!” The , Englishman lo:v<>d, and saw a great i mass of snow about three miles in width tearing a ay from its anchor- ; ag'-s. With deep intonations, which ! sounded the death knell not only of cattle and sins p and horses and goats, but of men. women and children, it came tumbling down. In Us wild plunge it literally swept away all vestige of life, and poshed houses and barns and sehoolhouses and < hu relies and trees and fences and crops into the canyon below. Nothing was left In the path way of tliat on rushing snow hot the bare rocks. Like those avalanches, there are spiritual catastrophes which sweep whole com infinities off their feet. In the Third Hewven. The darkest of clouds as black cur tains may be drawn over the bluest of skies; the bitterest wailings of skepti cism and doubt may reverberate as dolorous echoes to the most gladsome shouts of gospel praise and thanksgiv ing. It was only three days ago that we find the Israelites so happy that their spiritual gratitude makes them almost lieside themselves with Joy. In their holy elation and thankfulness to God for their deliverance from the pur suing Egyptians they wen? like Paul, who described his past spiritual Joys In these words: “I knew a man In Christ about fourteen years ago, wheth er in the body or whether out of the laxly I cannot tell (God knoweth). Such a one caught up to the third heaven.” Yes, the nebn*w people were in the third heaven only three days ;qro. They were so happy In their re cent liberation from serfdom that they could not keep their feet still, let alone their Ups. "Then sung Moses and the children of Israel this song unto the Lord and spake, saying: I will sing un to the Lord, for he liath triumphed glo- riously. The horse and his rider hath la* thrown into the sea. The Lord Is my strength ami song, and he Is be come my salvation, he Is my God, and I will prepare him a habitation. My father's God and I will exalt him.” But hardly had tills song died away when tin* people l>egan to murmur and denounce God. They said: “What are we going to drink? Here we are In the desert now forty-eight hours, and there Is no water but these bitter waters of Marsh. Why didst thou not let us stay In Egypt rather than bring ns out Into this wilderness of sand to dk? of thirst?” Then God showed Moses a tree, and the great lawgiver threw ague swayed backward and forward, beck oning the traveler to come and find rest and refreshment behind the open ! doors. There are many Paul Potters. There are many men and women who have had beautiful and Inspiring earth j ly dreams, but they have never been | able to make those dreams materialize. The vapors which pbotugraplied those ; j mirages of early childhood have been changed into the common puddles of | prosaic, ordinary life. But have you and I a right to sup- | pose that tin* work of any Paul Potter lias gone astray and Ix-cn useless? Let : me mention a few of tin* Paul Potters of your life. There was your mother. She was what might be called a “household drudge.” Was her life a failure? She spent far more time in washing dishes and with the sewing needle in her hand than you do. Her family was larger. Was her life u use less, humdrum one? Then there was that proprietor of the village store near your father’s farm. Most of his life was spent without a coat and in his shirt sleeves; but were not his quaint words of wisdom carried far up and down those valleys? Was not his help ing hand extended to every one? And were not the words he so often gave to his customers of “God bless you” the means of spiritually blessing hun dreds upon hundreds of lives? And there was your old nurse. Was her life a failure? Henry Ward Beecher once declared that one of the greatest gospel teachers he ever studied under was an old black man, who used to work for his father, and who used to sing to him the gospel songs and tell to the towheaded hoy Henry the Bible stories which ever after were so pre cious to him. Do you mean to tell me that your opportunities for working for God and man are not as great as those of the old black man who used to work in Lyman Beecher’s parsonage and who helped start Henry Ward Beecher out on his worldwide ministry? Karraffut's Oppononltv. Then most people have no right to complain al>out their Insignificant i>osi- tions, because they are not yet through with life, and they do not know what positions of conspicuouen<*ss they may yet be called upon to fill. I was In tensely interested the other day In reading aliout the supreme moment of Farragut's life. ’Jliat moment was when hi command of the Hartford he was leading his ships into Mobile bay. | The monitor Tecumseb was at the head of the line. She struck a torpedo i in the most dangerous part of the en trance to the bay and almost Instantly disappeared. Soon the next l>oat In j line, the Brooklyn, began t© back wu- ^ ter away from the dreaded torpedoes and was backing upon the admiral’s flagship. All seemed lost. But sud denly Admiral Farragut lifted his trumpet and called, “Four bells, Cap- I tain Drayton; go ahead!” Instantly > ■ ■ ■ A A and WHISKEY HABITS cured at hum*- with- i; H Hn out pain. Hook of par- | V I vl ticulars sent fr’KKK. I B. M. WOOLLEY, M. D. ita, Ga. Office 104 N. Pryor Street. THE ORIGINAL LAXATIVE COUGH SYRUP KENNEDY’S LAXATIVE HONEMAR Sa4 Clartr BWaaom and Boner Bee oa Every Bottle. loimnrorcrHDVR the flagship moved ahead, and all the tills tree Into the bitter writers of Ma- j othor g btpB followed. .As the ships rah, and at once they became sweet passed into the harbor the men could Wonderful story this, and yet this ; bear bumping upon the history Is the biography of our own • bu ii fi ij ut they were dumb torpedoes lives. We have all had our times of j and eX pjoded not. All America and singing and dancing and praising God ^ wbo i e civilized world at once hail beasts of the forests, make him keep his eyes open and his ears alert. Though enemies mix for us the bitter waters of Marah, thank God that these waters can iiecome sweet when we re- [ alize that on account of their bitter ness we are able to do more valiant service for our fellow men and for Jesus Christ. But there are still oilier tdtter Marah waters which many of us an* com pelled to drink, one’s tiuancial inabil ity to provide for the wants of our i loved ones. You say: "Personally I could stand poverty. It does not affect i me much. My personal wants are very few and easily satisfied. But it Is so hard not to U* able to give my dear j ones the necessities and a few of the luxuries.” Then you look up at me with a sad smile as you say: “Ton must not think that I have always lived as we are living now. Like many j people of tliis city for whom the wheel j of fortune has turned, I can say that , I have seen better days.” My brother, I know it. There was a day In your life when you did not have to consider whether it was best for you to ride in a street ear b(*cause of the extrava gance In spending a five cent piece. And that fact makes your condition doubly hard. Like u Thuudertoolt. Then, again, from talking with a memlier of your family I have fouod out that your financial catastrophe came like a tornado out of a clear sky. It came as quickly as the late San Francisco tragedy came to thousands of families and left them penniless by the Golden Gate. Only the night before that awful earthquake a young student of the Hopkins Art Institute was writing home. This letter left the city at 5 o’clock a. m., or Just thirteen minutes l*.*foro that great city was wrecked. This Is what she said: "It Is a beautiful night. The breeze from the ocean Is so pure and fresh, and the air Is heavy with perfume from the hosts of flowers that are bloomin^. The heavens are full of bright stars. God seems to !*e everywhere, and the whole earth seems glad.” But hardly was the ink dry ui>ou the pujier and the letter sealed when the horrible upheaval took place, the con flagration broke loose and the Hopkins Institute of Art, like thousands of oth er buildings, was a mass of charred and hissing ruins. That Is the way your fortune went In a flash, with the speed of a bullet—aye, with the veloci ty of the whirlwind—your money took wings and flew away. Now your sick wife has to do the housework and yoor two daughters are compelled to go out and earn their daily bread. Bitter, bit ter are the Marah waters of financial Inability out of which you are com pelled to drink dally. And yet. my friends, I do not feel so sorry for you as you think I ought I want to tell you that there will yet come a day when you shall thank God on your knees that you have had to drink from this bitter spring. Tlien the Marah spring shall become the living fountain of sweet lore. upon the banks of the Red sea. Then we have all had our sudden spiritual reactions, when we hare been In the • desert with no water to drink but the hitter Marah. Indeed, many of os are standing and complaining at the bitter waters even at the present time. Now. this ought not to tie when God has provided a means of sweetening them. MlraK*-a at Q»«- Desert, First let us talk about the bitter wa- ed Admiral Farragut as one of the boldest naval heroes. But Farragut when he entered Mobile bay was an «ld man, as General Havelock was an old man when he led his troops on for the rescue of Lucknow. For nearly threescore years these men had to live In obscurity before their great oppor tunity came. As unknown men they worked and plodded. No one seemed to take notice of them. But when the JJI'UJJ.. , Dewitt’s K& Sah* FarPHaa desert places where once grew the fox uriant oases of the visions of our early childhood. When we were boys and girls sifting baliind the schoolroom desk we never pictured for ourselves the prosaic conditions of being clerks and farm bands and book canvassers and mechanics and servants and ste nographers and nurse*. But when we thought of ourselves as future men and women we always painted for our selves beautiful mirages In every des ert. We could see ourselves In Imag ination as artists sitting before an saael, or as surgeons standing by some operating table, or as lawyers pleading ters grew stronger and stronger. In stead of lielug useless social “butter flies'* they liecume noble, self reliant women. The Ixiy grew up and went to Princeton, and Is now a strong, brainy man. The family have moved Into a larger house and now the ag<*d mother Is again able to take life easier. Other hands do the family cooking. And what was the great moral aud spiritual results of that family having to drink the Marah waters? Some time ago that mother said to me: “it was awfully hard for us when we lost everything 1 l>est friends ' Upon us. Be ! that limtU'- ai tr blessing v 1;■< h ci It did fo.' i: . as money <• *•.•! I cv« taught r..< to love o before; for k>v« ■ and God knows e fice for each otic r. , not only to do for • : to do for those of the outside world 0ho are now in trouble, as we were | when my daughter died and we knew 1 not which way to turn to get the money to iKiy for her Sickness and her burial." ! Ah, my friends, even the bitterest Ma rah waters of financial distress may become sweet waters for thine own lips and for the lips of the dear ones. Walt friend, wait. Do not complain now. Remember that if you will throw the cross Into Marah waters, they shall yet become the “sweet spring of love and of eternal life.” “But,” you say, “my Marah waters have nothing to do with a wrecked financial fortune. There was a time when I used to worry about money matters and fame; but that time has passed forever. What I am worrying hildren and my Iroy who is a rep robate ami a degenerate. I have done everything for that Child. And, oh, he is so much to me! But tlie longer lie lives the more depraved he seems to get Oh, God! Why must 1 longer drink of these bitter waters, made out of tlx* tears which have welled up from a mother's broken !v*urt?” Well, my friend, I lielleve that even these bitter waters can yet become sweet. Would you like me to toll you how this shall I be? Thnt W«»y\\HrU Sou. In the first place, I must picture your i ervm spiritual condition before I talk about the rescue of your son. You are like a tourist who Is circumnavigating tlie globe. No sooner did you tell your friends that you were going to lie a “globe trotter” than they said. “We will come down and see you off.” The docks were crowded on the day you Bailed. Tlie baud was playing, there were thousands of people moving on and off the ship. After the little tugs rfnshed the huge vessel out Into the deep water with your marine glass you watched the different lioats com ing Into the harbor as you passed out. You were sailing along day after day, and the voyage was becoming more of a pleasure as the weeks went by. Now you have touched at Gibraltar. Now you are In the Mediterranean sea. You make lots of friends on iioard. The hours speed quickly post. You have practically no interest In what Is hap pening In the boats off In the distance, which you sight ever and anon. But one day a storm comes up, and the ma chinery of your boat Is broken. Help less, you are being driven by the cruel winds toward the rocks. What do you now do? Do you run to your friends for help? Why, they are in the same danger as yourself. Ah, no; now you anxiously scan the horizon to look for a ship. And when a steamer heaves In sight the danger gun signals for help. Then with hated breath you watch the approach of that vessel. The great hawsers are run between the two ships, then they become taut as the other lioat pulls you into the harbor of safe ty. Tlien you cry: “Thank God! Thank God for help! Thank God for rescue!” Now. my friends, that Is tlie picture of your spiritual life, and you know it. Yeu have been on a voyage of life. You have been singing and dancing and making merry with a few friends on board your own ship. But sudden ly you awake to the fact that the mor al and spiritual lives of your dear ones as well as your own are In danger of eternal shipwreck. What are you to do? Why, today you ought to take the gospel marine glass and sweep the horizon and send forth the danger sig nals. Who ought you to call to your help? Shall men come who are Just like you? Nay. What you need is di vine help for the rescue of yourself and of that child. It Is not too late. Believe me, it Is not too late. And the way you can bring that divine help to the spiritual rescue of your loved one is by first signaling that divine help to come to your own rescue. Oh, my friends. If the waywardness of a bus- Jver-Work Weakens Your Kidneys. Unhealthy Kidneys Make Impure Blood. AH toe b’.-oo in your body passes through your ktdn ?•? s.ct every three minutes. The kidneys are your blood purifiers, they fil ter out ihe waste or impurjties in the blood. if they are sick or out of order, they fail to do their work. Pains, aches and rheu matism come from ex cess of uric acid*in the blood, due to neglected i Kidney trouble causes quick or unsteady neart beats, •md makes one feel as though they had heart trouble, because the heart is over-workir.g in pumping thick, kidney- poisoned biocd through veins and arteries. I. used to be considered that only urinary troubles were to be traced to the kidneys, out now modern science proves that nearly all constitutional diseases have their begin ning in kidney trouble. If you arc. sick you can make no mistake by first doctoring your kidneys. The mild and the extraordinary effect of Dr. Kilmer’s Swamp-Root, the great kidney remedy is soon realized, ii stands the highest for its wonderful cures of the most distressing cases and Is si.id on its merits by all druggists in fifty-, cent and one-dollar siz- [ es. You may have a sample betfie by mail Home of Swamp-Root, free. a.so pamphlet telling you how to find ou* if you have kidney or bladder trouble. Mention this paper when writing Dr. Kilmer 8t Co., Binghamton. N. Y. Don’t make any mistake, but re member the name, Swamp-Root, Dr. Kilmer’s Swamp-Root, and the ad dress, Binghampton, N. Y., on every bottle. Indigestion Causes CatarrH of the StomacH. For many years it has been supposed that Catarrh of the Stomach caused indigeetloo and dyspepsia, but the truth Is exactly the opposite. Indigestion causes catarrh. Re peated attacks of Indigestion inflame* the mucous membranes lining the stomach and exposesthe nerves of the stomach, thu* caus ing the glands to secrete mucin Instead of the Juices of natural digestion. Thi* U called Catarrh of the Stomach. Kodol Dyspepsia Cure relieves all Inflammation of the mucou* membranes lining the stomach, protects the nerves, and cures bad breath, sour rising*, a sen^e of fullness after eating, indigestion, dyspepsia and all stomach troubles. Kodol Digests What You Eat Make the Stomach Sweet. Bottles only. Regular size. $1.00, holding 2V4 time* the trial size, which sells for 50 cents Prepared byE. C. OeWITT ft CO. ■ Chicago, IH, For sale by Cherokee Drug Co^ Gaffney; L. D. Allison, Cowpens. Host Anything And a little of everything is now being shown in my line: All the new conceptionsjand fads . : : ..In The Jewelry Line.. From the cheapest worth having to the very finest specimens and grades. Re pairing done by an Ex •ert. Thos. h. Westrope, Next to Shuford & LeMaster. ters which are now flawing ant of the ; greatest opportunities of life came In their old age at once they grasped them and leaped to the front. Young man, yon have no right to complain about tlie humdrum work of an ordinary life if these heroes did not complain. You do not know what God lias ahead for you. Do your work well In obscurity, so that when tlie great oiqiortunlties of life come later you may he abie to grasp them a« dW Farragut and Henry Havelock. “ ”11* -true.” you say, “that I have tasted the bitter waters of the wrecked ambitions of early childhood, Imt In one sense I have outlived them. It Is surprising how time will blunt the The best way for me to press home band or child or friend be the means of the truth which I would convey Is to your own spiritual cous»*cratlon as well tell you the simple story of a family as tliat of others, do you not believe j In one of my eastern churches. They ' that these Marah waters shall yet be- I come as sweet waters of spiritual life? 1 Now comes the practical question: Is j there any one here who is unwilling to | signal for this divine help and to con- I secrate his pwn life to the Masteris service when that person fully realizes j that where he goes and what he does may decide tlie eternal destiny of same one whose salvation ought to be dearer to him than his own life? Mazy, woman, child, dost thou not know tliat another's spiritual Life Is depending upon the stand yon take far Clirlst? Will yon not here* and now ■ay “By God’* help and mercy I will let the Holy Spirit enter Into my own heart, and then I shall fead my bus band, my wtfie, my father, my brother, my deter, my child, my friend, to the mercy seatT* Will you do It? Will you let Ghrtet lift his atoning crons and putfb K Into the greet depths of your own sins and make the bitter waters of your evil peel vweet as the fitter^of Life? (Coprrikbt. uot, by Louis Bseseb.] were society people when I first knew them and lived simply for social enjoy- menL Money then was no object with them. The father was a street car mag nate. Suddenly their money, like a swift red breasted oriole, flew away in n night Tlien the father, instead of being a money lender, became a money borrower. His mind gave way, and he moved as a living corpse. His lungs and heart were alive, but his mind was dead. Then the mother discharged all her servants and left the handsome home and went Into a little four room ed cottage, where she became her own cook and dressmaker. The two oldest gMs went to teaching. The third daugh ter could do nothing, for she was an invalid. The boy was too small to work, and he was kept at school. “Too bad!* every one said. “Too bad! Think of what that family had and vrlfat they have come to." Tka BImsIzvc of ftgHirtle*. But time passed on. The Invalid died. The other two dnugb- M? business can possibly be successful that is not adver tised. This is a sweeping statement, but it is true. There are gome merchants in this community whose experience apparently contradicts the statement. The contradiction, however, is only apparent. If they have attained any degree of success they have advertised. They have let people know what they had to sell, what they were here for and what they proposed to do. Just j in proportion to the thorough ness with which they have done this and met the conditions of their competitors they have suc ceeded. If they have used the newspa pers they have worked with the best tools so far as getting pub licity is concerned. If they have worked without the newspapers they have been handicapped and have not attained the highest possible measure of success. A fertile seed planted in fertile ground, carefully watered, will thxtw and bear fruit. A properly organized business, in any inhabited place, well advertissd will succeed. The law of growth is as certain and Irirnosabls in on* caaa aa the othac. now PARKER'S HAIR BALSAM CUacm and bnuitiTw th« hair. PromotM t luxuriant growl?'. Hewer Valle to Better* Gray Hair to He Youthful Color. Qvm ecelp il —a— , a heir leillng. “ * *' “ el Di »<c, end $ i » BANNER 3ALVg th* most hMlIns snlvn In the world. A