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/ I SHORT TALKS BY L. T. COOPER. MEDICINE. MJSS ISAACSON. Mr li’t curious wh«t some ; eople believe • medicine will do. They seem to think because I advertise my preparations I claim they will cure anything and everv- thing. Well, Idon’t. The other day I got a letter from a woman who said her husband had been in bed eighteen years with paraly sis. She had bought seven bottles of the Cooper medicines and her husband was still in bed. She stated that I was a scoundrel, a robber •nd various other pleasant things. Now the only thing I claim for Cooper's New Discovery is that it will put the stomach in working order. I know that if this is done, rheumatism, constipation, kidney and liver troubles, nervousness, and the general tired out, despondent feel ing will disappear in ninety-nine cases out of a hundred. I know this medicine to be a fine tonic which used twice a year will throw oil impurities and add flesh, strength and tone to the entire system. But it will not do the impossible. No medicine on earth will do more than help nature. Certain diseases are beyond all medicine, although God in his wisdom may some day give us frail humans a knowledge of how to cure them. At present I know Cooper’s New Discovery to be as thor oughly efficient a medicine as was ever on the market, and people who will take it for the common ills to which flesh is heir will be more than satisfied. Here is a letter from one who has tried: “For a long time I have suffered from aevere headaches, weakness, and pains in sny back and sides.” “Nothing I tried gave me relief, and a friend advised me to try your medicine. I improved from the first week. My back ache and headache left me and I felt myself growing stronger. My appetite increased and I fait greatly improved in every way. I am indeed thankful for the benefit I have received.” Miss Jennie laaacsoc. No. 18 IStb Aveuue, West, Duluth, Minn. have sold and are selling great nOantitles of these famous medicines. / GAFFNEY DRUG CO. Sour Stomach IJc. appetite, loss of strength, nerveus- ress neacache. ccnstipat on. bad breath, genera r.eoliity, sour risings, and catarrh o’ int icT.achare all due to indigestion. Kocc. r'if,ves indigestion. This new discov ery represents the natural juices of dlges- t;or, as they exist in a healthy stomach, cjint.nec with the greatest known tonic an; reconstructive properties. KodoJ for O'-sif'. aces not on.y Te.ieve indigestion and d\£peps:a, but this famous remedy he.ps a , stomach troubles by cleansing, purify ; [• sweeteeing and strengthening the : annus membranes lining the stomach. M- 5. ? 5a!l, of Rive-sv/ od. W. Va . says:— "I va; t-vuted V'.th £,-ur si r ' for twenty years iCodOi ccec me and v;e are now using it In milk tor oar ' Kodol Digests What You Eat 8ott.es only. Reliev»s irdieestion, sour stomach, beickir? ol yas. etc. PreparMi bv E. C. D.A/lTT & CO.. CHICAQO For Sa> by Cherokee Drug Company. NOTICE OF FINAL DISCHARGE. Notice is hereby given that on the 22nd day of July, 1907, at 10 o’clock a. m.. I will, as executor of the estate of J. L. Spake, deceased, apply to the Probate Court of said county, for a final settlement and discharge as suCh executor. All persons having claims against said estate or interest ed therein, are notified to be present or present their claims, or be for ever barred. W. L. Spake, Executor estate J. L. Spake. Pub. In Gaffney Ledger June 21 and 28 and July 5 and 19, 1907. GUARDIAN'S NOTICE. Notice is hereby given that on Saturday. July 20th. next, I win ap ply to Hon. j. E. Webster, Probate Judge for Cherokee county. 8. C., at his office l n the court house, Gaffney, 8. C-, at 10 o’clocb a. m. for final settlement and discharge, an the guardian of Miss Minnie L. Wee singer and Hiram P. Weeslnger. minors, but now of full age. W. C. McArthur, Guardian Pub. in Gaffney Ledger Jane 28th, July 6, 12 and 19, 1907. GUARDIAN'S NOTICE. Calmage Sermon By Rev. Frank De Witt Ttlmttfe. D. D. poral blessings with which he has sur rounded us? Why should we uot thank God for our clothes and our homes, for our food and firesides and books and education? Why should we not thank him for the beautiful scenes of nature? When we go into the home of a wealthy man and see his picture gal lery we marvel at the masterpiec e which the artists have painted for him But the greatest of all artists been but copyists. Do you want to see a more glorious sunset than a Rubens or a Turner has ever placed on can vas? Then this evening throw open your wiudow toward the west. Would you see the models of an Edwin Land seer or a Rosa Bonheur? Then look at the living horses and dogs by your side. It is amazing to me how a man will go into ecstasies over the works of a Moran or a Bierstadt and will not look twice at the surging sea and the glories of the mountains. Eyes on the Dirt. Oh, this is a beautiful world In which the good Lord lets his sparrows and his human children dwell! I once read of a young man who was walking along a dusty road in England. There by chance his eye caught sight of a golden sovereign, which in our money Is equal to about Ever after that, the story said this young man went through life watching the dirty, filthy roads in order to find some more gold. At last he became a miser, because he always kept his eyes and nose turned toward the dirt for money. Some of us in life are like the youug man of the story book—we keep our eyes turn ed toward the dirt. In order to make money and find money in unexpected places we become so sordid that we cannot sec the beauty of the stars and hills and valleys in which the birds live nor the temporal blessings of life with which God has surrounded us. If God is giving to the sparrows of the air, not worth a penny apiece, a beau tiful world to live in, is he not giving to us as many temporal blessings, O ye of little faith? But as I was sitting iu the woods some time ago. with my l>ooks by my side, thinking about the small birds of the Bible, 1 heard a great chattering and a scolding by my side. I looked down, and there was a little bird hopping about my camp table. She seemed to be saying to me: “What are you doing here? This is my property. You are intruding on my maternal do main. I must look after my children, uud you are worrying me almost to e<? He meant that man i death. 1 cannot stand this strain any child was reaching up to longer.'* Then this little bird flew off a Los Angeles, Cal., .Inly 14.—In this sermon, melodious with the songs aud fragrant with the odors of the summer woods, we arc taught the lesson of j God's love and providence for all his I creatures. The text is Luke xii. t», j “Not one of them is forgotten before | God.’’ What are God’s providences? “Well,” j you answer, “to use plain, simple, prac- J tieal. intelligible English, they mean God’s watchful and protecting care over ids creatures. For instance, I have ’a little baby born into the world. I do not go and leave my little one as a foundling 111*011 some doorstep, with the cold snow for a pillow and with the whistling January winds for a lullaby. But I. as a loving parent, take care that she has a soft crib In which to sleep. As she grows older I care for her and provide for her until j at lust she is able to take care of her- ' seif. Now. if 1 do all this for my child j I do a father's duty and prove myself I a provident parent. When we speak of i God’s providences we speak about the i divine Father's care for his human off- ) spring and for tin* preservation of his 1 animal, vegetable and mineral world.” How comforting is the thought of the divine care! Even Thomas Carlyle, j the gloomy, despondent philosopher, felt it. In a letter to a friend he wrote: “‘Thy will 1m* done.’ What else can we say? The other night in my sleep less tossings about, which were grow ing more and more miserable, those words of that brief, grand prayer came strangely into my mind as if written with an altogether new emphasis, as if written and shining for me iu mild, pure splendor on tit** black bosom of the night there. Then I. as it were, read them word by word with a sud den softness of composure which was unexpected. Not perhaps for thirty or forty years bad i once formally re peated that prayer-nay, I never felt Is*fore how inte 1 Hy tie* voice of man's son! it is.” What did Carlyle mean by those sctitcn as a holples* God, because God. as a loving Father, was always reaching down toward bis children. But. though F should always realize that God i*. a lovii me, it's child, yet sometimes I am willful enough to blind my eyes to tins divine fact. Therefore Christ comes to me and says. “Child. I would have you learn the divine Father's love from a studv in natural history.” Then short distance and l*egan to chatter to her mate. This husband was a solemn, dignified bird. He seemed to l>e much older than sin*. Then I thought 1 Father caring fori heard the male bird cry: “My dear, do uot worry. That man will not hurt you uor your children. He is not a hunter. See, he has a pen in his baud. That Is no gun. Co ahead and feed the babies, lie will not trouble them.” Thu? he coaxed and pleaded and at last quieted he takes me down into tlx* busy mar-1 her. It took a long time to persuade the fretting wife not to worry. I thought by tlx* way she turned her eyes upon me site seemed to say: “Hus band, I think you are wrong. That is the same man I saw running ftbout these woods the other day with a shot gun over his shoulder. But I will fol low your advice and go and look after the children.” Then I saw this mother bird fly into a small green tree by my side, and at once I saw the nest. Then four mouths shot up over the nest. Those little fledgelings .-eemed to be all mouths, and they seemed to say, "There Is mother, and dinner has come at last.” “Ah.” I said to myself as I watched tlx* anxieties of that mother bird. “God not only gives to the little birds a beautiful world to live In. but he also makes that beautiful world glow with the tender ties of domestic love.” Has not Cod blessed your life with the love of mother aud father aud husband aud wife and child as he has blessed the love life of a little bird? The Old Cherry Tree. There nui. be more beautiful trees kets of .Jerusalem whore food is being 1 sold. Ho goes up 1 , tlx* counter of one i of the stalls aixl says to the salesman, | “How much is one of these little spar-j rows worth?” “Oh,” answers the clerk, “these sparrows are worth 1 practically nothing! They are only a 1 few of the millions of small birds we sis* flying alKMit the hillsides anil in ^ the meadows and the woods. We sell • these birds to the poor, who cannot af-, ford to buy mutton or lamb. Why. 11 will give you five of these little spar rows for 2 farthings.” Now, a j farthing in-Christ’s tinx* represented j the sni:ill<*s1 was far !»>-■ of copp r coins. Its value t! . 1 n that of our modern penny Then Christ looks pityingly on me. troubled with doubt, and says: “Are not live sparrows sold for 2 farthings, or for 1 cent, and not one of them is f rg eten before God? Fear not; ye are of more value tiiau many sparrows." Now. my friends, lest you forget, as I have sometimes forgotten, that Cod is a loving Father caring for you. his children, I thought that today I would tell you the story of how God Is providing for aud protecting the lit tle wild hi ills of the woods. We have often seen these Utile birds flying about our country homes, but perhaps youj have never stopped to consider the wonderful blessings that surround their lives. A Beautiful World. I In the first place, I want you to cast your eyes about and see the beautiful world in which the little wild birds' live. These feathered denizens of the 1 woods seem small and insignificant. 1 They are so small that a true sports man would not deign to waste a car tridge upon one of them. But God does uot treat them as some of us do our ! Notice is hereby given that oa Saturday, July 27th, next, I will ap ply to Hon. j. E. Webster, Probata , Judge for Cherokee county, 8. O, at ^ or ,n ™“ ttri ^; t t , i ve i outhouses. But hla office in the court **ouae, Gaffney, ' ' : '“ 4, ~ ' “' 8. C-. at 10 o’clock a. m. for final aetr tiement and discharge as the guard ian for Lionel Stacy, minor, but now of foil age. W. T. Humphries, Guardian. Pub. in The Ledger July i, 12, If and 26 1907. than tlx* oM cherry tr^e which grew- Just to the left of our window in the old fashioned house where we were born. Many years ago the worms played ha\ **<• with some of its branches. The old trunk had a bump on It, as though the w inter winds had pushed against it too long and top hard, as our gray haired grandfather had rounded shoulders from bearing the burdens of his threescore years aud ten. The cher ries on that tree were not as luscious as they might have been. Father often said the tree had outlived Its useful ness, but he hated to cut it down. But, though that tree w-as not as tall and straight as It might have been, it was menials. He does not send his little j the dearest tree on all the farm to the birds into a dark room, as some of usi two red breasted robins who came make our servants sleep in musty gar-i there year after year to build their | nest. Though the storm would be God gives to his little birds the best be has. He gives them the pure air of the mountains 1 * fly in. He gives them the bright, sparkling waters of the brooks, glinted with sunshine and bub bling over the pebbled sands, to bathe in. He gives them the most Iveautiftii beating against the house at the time, yet no sooner would we see these har bingers of spring than we would cry: “Spring Is coming! Here are the rob ins!” Then the two old birds would fly down, expecting the crumbs that were always awaiting them, and as of choir lofts, hidden among the leaves,: they would fly up to the tree they PARKER’S HAIR BALSAM CUanM And Ut'igf* ttw hab. ynmtuUm A hi >u runt growth. Fa51« tr Uewtorw Ora* tfAir to iU Youthful Color. Cum w-uJp * hulr Ulliac A DaWItfs KSt Bah* NggpIMNEMAB to sing in. He gives them the wild roses aud brilliant tints of the spring and summer flowers for their gardens. He gives them the brilliant foliage of the forest for picture galleries. He! surrounds them with the beauties of nature everywitere. No grandeur of the rocks is too grand for the birds. No symphonies of the winds are too sweet for their musical ears to hear. No exuberance of colors is too gor geous for their tapestries. Everywhere God seems to ssy to the birds, “"’bough you are Insignificant, yet your flutter ing hearts were set In motion by my hand, and the best that I have Is yours.” Now, If the birds by their song thank God for the beautiful world In which they lire, why should not ws, God's cftHdrsn, thank him for the maay tem- would seem to say: “This Is the best tree lu all tlx* world for us, because It has about its leaves the associations of love. Here we have raised our young, and here we will come until we die.” There may be handsomer homes in this world than the one In which you started with your mate to build your little nest. Aye, you may be living in a handsomer home now, upon a more prominent street, surrounded by wealthier neighbors, hot the most bsautiful home you ever saw waa the Utile two story building > Into which you first took your bride. Too had cheap beds In that little home. Too had a cheap dining table and a cheap parlor sat, but thsy wars the tables and tbs sofas and the chain of levs lie other day one of year may have come to you and said: “Fa ther. let us burn up that old crib. It Is a big. old fashioned, ungainly thing. It Is always In the way. No mx* wants It around. Besides, not one <>f the chil dren would ever take it for n gift.” Somehow you did not like the way your daughter spoke. A faraway look came into your eye as you said: “Daughter, nobody may want that crib but me, and it may be In the way of some people, but it Is never in my way. I want to keep It. That was the crib where all my babies first slept. That was the place where I most often think of your dead mother when she was putting her smallest one to sleep while another baby was tugging at her skirts. You may do with that crib as you will after I am gone, but as long as live I shall keep it. Why. daugh ter, that crib Is not made out of plain wood. ’Tls true it Is old fashioned, but it is made out of old fashioned love.” As I saw that mother bird In the woods hovering over her nest and heard her talking to her mate I said: “Thank God that the world is sweeter and more lovely to the feathered deni zens of the woods because God has blessed their lives with the holy joys of domestic love. Has God not blessed your life, O Christian, with holy, eter nal love? Always Active. But there is another fact w-hlgh im presses me about the lives of tlifT spar rows or of the other birds of the woods, and that is their ceaseless activity. They never seem to be srfll. If you are walking along the country road yon see them always on the wing. If you try to read a book under an over hanging bough and you are covered up by a curtain of leaves .-,0 that they cannot see you they still keep on the move. You see them flying hither and thither. Now they are seeking food; now they are speeding away as if they were going to visit some friends. They are flying—yes, nearly always flying. During the intense heat of the day some of them may rest for a little while in the cool shade of a leafy bow er. But for the most part they are on the wing and moving this way and. that. While you w-atch this ceaseless ac tivity of the bird you may say to me, “If God is good and God is kind, why docs he not make life easier for the ' sparrows?” Then I would say: “It is a good God who keeps the little birds on the move. It would be a cruel God who would allow the sparrow to sit still and do nothing.” Supposing I | should go out today and catch a little I sparrow and shut him in a golden cage i as some women do with their sweet throated canaries. Then, supposing I should till the seed cup of that cage with the most enticing bird food and put the clearest, purest water into the cup. Then, supposing I should say to this caged bird: “Now, sparrow, I am going to make your life a life of joy, for It shall be a life of ease. I will give you all ihe sunlight you want, all the f<M>d you want aud all the drink you want. I shall clean out the cage at least twice a day. so no dirt shall Is* about you. All that you need to do is to sit upon a porch, just as you sit ui*on a tree branch, and twitter and talk and talk and twitter.” What would be tlie result? Why, soon, very soon, the plumage of that sparrow would be ruffled. Then bis head would droop, ami he would sickeu aud die. Ah. the sparrow does not find health and strengtli aud happiness in doing nothing! God blesses his creatures by giving them opportunity for ceaseless activity. He never blesses a life by never ending ease. The Trout'* Fin. Why does the trout’s fin look like a flake of silver as he leaps out of the eddy? Because every morning and evening he finds his health and strength and joy through working aud laboring in the currents of the brook to get his daily food. Why do the low er branches of a tree grow stronger I and heavier? Because each lower : branch has to reach out farther and ! farther in order to push its leaves Into the sunlight. Why does the busy man find life an endless Joy? Because us he works ami kts-ps on working be not only wins a livelihood for his dear ones, but by that work he gels u clear er brain and purer blood aud happier life. Oh, my friends, do not begrudge the sparrows their work! Do not say to me that it Is a cruel God who would hide food for his little birds in the earth. Cruel Indeed would be that God who would make life easy fbr bis chil dren and for his feathered friends. As I see the little sparrowu flying hither aud thither I see that their wings were not given to them alone for seeking food. The G<*d who Lids the sparrows work that they may have happiness and health Is the same God who says: “Sparrows. I will pro tect you from your enemies. I will give you a means for fleeing away from danger. Though the hunter’s gun try to shoot you and the serpent’s eye to fascinate you and the wildcat to kill you, yet with wings you shall find aafety for yourself and also safety for your little ones.” Did you ever atop to think that God never created a living creature unless be made It possible for that creature to have some means to defend himself against bis foes in com bat or else some means by which he might seek safety In flight? Borne time ago it was my privilege to spend a few weeks camping in the mountains. At that time there was a government restriction against taking a shotgun Into those hills. The forest rangers said, “You must not kill the birds.” It was not at that time the season for hunting the deer. The only things a man was allowed to shoot were the ground squirrels, aud then he most shoot with a rifle. Iu one sense they offered a rich prize for the camp er, for squirrels can be cooius! into the most palatable and toothsome of dlsh- aa. “But,” I aald to one of Abe moun taineers, “why do they gay we can afeoot ground squirrels? There are ao ground squirrels here to shoot.” “No ground squirrels?” ho exclaimed. “Why, there are thousands of them nl»out.” “That Is strange,” 1 answered. “I have uot seen any of them." But one evening a short time after alone I took a walk away from camp. I left behind me for the first time a little spaniel dog which generally followed me on my tramps. He always ran ahead in my walks. This evening 1 found that the mountaineer was right. There were literally hundreds of squirrels around. Then I soliloquized thus: “Ah, now I understand why I did not see the ground squirrel la*forc! My dog with his hunting blood would run ahead. Then whenever he saw a ground squirrel he would dart after It. Then that squirrel and all the other squirrels about would seek safety by running Into their holes, which they had dug Into the ground where the dog could not follow them.” God gives to the squirrel a hole In the ground for his place of safety. “The ants are a people uot strong, yet they prepare their meat in the summer. The conies are but a feeble folk, yet make their homos in the rocks. The locusts have no king, yet go they forth all of them by hundreds. The spider taketh hold with her hands ami is In kings' pal aces.” God gives to all of bis creatures not only means of subsistence, but also means of defense or escape from their enemies. Thus it is with the sparrow. Thus it Is with man. WTieu I see the little birds building their nests high in the trees to escape the dangers of earth I seem to hear God say, "Child, come and build thy nest high up In the tree of Calvary to escape the dangers of sin.” Oh, ye who are weak and helpless, why will ye try to rest amid the deep entangled grasses and thickets of earth when the great broad beam of the cross is such a safe place upon which to rest? NmI* High Up. But, though I am struck with many wonderful characteristics of the little birds of the woods, after all, their ab sences at certain seasons of the year Impress me just as much as the bless ings with which they are surrounded In the spring and the summer and the autumn. November slips into Decem ber. The beautiful l^pestries of the woods have faded away and been de stroyed. Now*, instead of the leaves of the trees rustling with gladness, each tree trunk covered with white snow looks like a column of spotless marble. Where are the birds? Where are the little birds that used to make the wel kin ring with their never ending choruses? “Oh,” you answer, “they have gone!” They have minuted. No sooner did the blizzards of the arctic begin to howl than God seemed to call: “Come, little birds—come! I want you to come with me to the laud of flowers. It is too cold for your little wings and your tender throats. Come with me to the sunny south.” And aw’ay they fly. Yes. they fly out of arctic colds They fly away from the white shrouds of frost. They fly to where the sun is never clouded, where the springs and brooks are never turned into Ice. They fly to where they will uot shiver and where they will not die. Ti us G<m1 has called to some of our little birds called children and some of our big birds call ed men and women. He called and said: “Come, father; come, mother; come, wife; come, husband; come, child. Come into the land of flowers. Come into tlx* land of eternal sunshine. Come into the land where you will nev er be troubled and never fear again.” Ob, the land of the eternal sunshine, called hesiven, how many of our dear ones are being blessed In thee! Oh, land of fJov,••*;•«, £:o far away and yet so near! How much thou hast rejoiced the redeemed of heaven with the in finite and never ending joys of Christ! Aud will we never see our dear ones again as the silver trumpet of the spring hrinas back to us the little birds of the woods? Perhaps, brother. Perhaps, sister. They cannot come to you. But you may go to them, as Da vld said he should one day go to meet his beloved son. Christ here and now stands ready to guide ns to that laud of eternal sunshine. The winter frosts are settling down for many of us. Christ Is even now saying: “Child, will you go with me? Will you go to the land of flowers? Will you/pluck the rose of Bharou and the lily of the val ley where tlx* Decernt' r frosts shall never palsy a leaf or Firing a blush of sin to the elo-ek? Will you go, child? As I have cared for the sparrow, so I will care for you.” Will you go. sinner, to your dear ones and to the land of that eternal Joy ? [Cpp> right, I'jOT, by Loula Klopach.] Curas B|«od, Skin Pise——. Canear. OrsatMt Blood PuHfRr Ff«o. If your blood to impure, thin dto- ' eased, hot or fall humors. If 70a have blood poison, cancer, carbon- de*. eating sores, scrofula, ecaema. Itching, rtolnn and bompa. scabby, ! pimply akin, bone pains, catarrh. 1 rheamattom. or any Mood or akin ! disease, take Botanic Blood Balm j (B. B. B.) Soon all aores heal, aches 1 and pains stop and the blood to made pure and rich. Druggist* or by ex- praa* $1 par large bottle. Sample free by writing Blood Bohn Oo.. At*, lanta, Ga. B. B. B. to especially ad- rtoed for chronic, deep **ated coae*. a# It ooani altar all ala# tails. Sold in Gaffney. 8. C.. by Cherokee Drag C*-« Verdict for Dr. Pierce AGAINST Tllk Ladies* Home Journal. Sending truth after a lie. It I* an old maxim that "a lie will travel seven leagues while truth Is potting its lx»ots on," and no doubt hundreds of thousands of good people read the unwarranted and malicious attack upon Dr. R. V. Pierce and his "Favorite Prescript! n”published In the May (1904) number of the Ladies’ Home Journal, with its great black dis play headings, who never saw the hum ble. groveling retraction, with its incon spicuous heading, published two mouths later. It was boldly charged in the sland erous and libelous article that Dr. Pierce’s Favorite Prescription, for the cure of woman’s weaknesses and ailments, con tained alcohol and other harmful ingredi ents. Dr. Pierce promptly brought suit against the publishers of the Ladies’ Home Journal, for 1200,000.00 damages. Dr. Pierce alleged that Mr. Bok, the editor, maliciously published the article containing auch false and defamatory matter wjt)f the intent of Injuring hi* busine|)»yfurthermore, that no alcohol, or other vjurious. or habit-forming, drugs are. orwer were, contained in his "Fa vorite yespfiption”; that said medicine is mador fjrfm native medicinal roots and contai/s/no harmful ingredients what-' ever/ard that Mr. Bok’s malicious state- mejjfjg^were wholly ?nd absolutely false. lEPJflV djtL&JULQlJJl£.aliMed hflfmMdrMEI Tiese facts wen; also proven in the trial or the action in the Supreme Court. But the business of Dr. Pierce was greatly injured by the publication of the libelous article with its great di-.play headings, while hundreds of thousands who read tlx* wickedly defamatory article never saw the humble groveling re traction, set in siiiall type and made as incon spicuous as |x>ssi))le. The matter was, liow- ever brought Ix-fore a jury in the Supreme Court of New York State which promptly rendered a verdict in the Jkxttor’s favor. Thus his tradui-ers came to grief aud their base slanders were refuted. LETTERS OF ADMINISTRATION. State of South Carolina, County of Cherokee. By J. E. Webster, Esquire, Probate Judge. Whereas, Landrum E. Wood baa made suit to me, to grant him Let ters of Administration of the estate and effects of W. C. S. Wood, de ceased. These are therefore to cite and ad monish all and singular the kindred and creditors of the said W. C. 8. Wood, deceased, that they be andai>- pear before me, In the Court of Pro bate, to be held at Cherokee Court House, Gaffney, s. C., on Wednesday, July 24th, 1907, next after publlca- 1 tion thereof, at eleven 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 8th day of July. Anno Domini, 1907. J. E. WEBSTER, Probate Judge. 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