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Los Angeles, Cal., Aug. 11.—In this sermon the preacher, who was an eye witness of the rescue of the survivors of the appalling Columbia wreck, draws an eloquent and timely lesson from the disaster. The text is Psalm xlvi. o, ••Though the waters thereof roar and is* troubled.” Upon a curtain of one of the public places of amusement in the city of Chicago is a beautiful picture of the ••White City" of the national exposi tion of 18!>3. Underneath this won derful vision are written these words, “And should I live a thousand years I never can forget it.” This was the sentence which sprang to my lips when I sat down to write the horrible experience of the most momentous day of my life. But now, instead of seeing beautiful white build ings, with their columns and domes and minarets, and hearing the sweet notes of the most famous musicians in the world played in the gardens and hearing the songs and the merrymak ings of the happy parties which filled the gondolas of that new Venice of the west, I saw a sinking ship crowd- j od with men and women. 1 saw life boat-; filled to the gunwales with help- less human beings. I saw the wreck age drifting everywhither. And above all, in imagination, I could see the £ Jones J. Darby insurance Office Star Theatre Building Kalsomining and White Washing. I am here for the purpose of repairing broken walls, Kalsomined, wliite washed, plastered walls, houses and fences. Call or leave word at the Cherokee Cafe. RUTHERFORD LITTLE. f--#- -♦ : If anybody p: r: i .CL, < message for T the people of this comm unity t he cannot tie. /er it to them co * effectually, so cheaply, so quick- f ly in any other way as through ^ the columns of this paper. It is the business of this pa per to carry messages of one kind and another into homes. The message will be delivered, a 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 4 may be geed, but it can be seen * only by travelers who go that ^ particular road. The message ♦ in the local paper carries itself 4 to thousands, no matter by which 4 road they travel. * Select your space and put 4 i y your message where it will do 4 the most good. # 4 4 I: We, perr;*p* can help ym it you «r.d bat ms as. PARKER'S HAIR BALSAM Cletnaet and Wntifee the hail. Promote* a luxuriant growth. Never Falla to Hcatore Gray Hair to i's Youthful Color. Cure* ecalp diwio e It hair falling <0c,ao<l t, < at Unrgtprte FOLEYSHOMET^TAR THE ORIGINAL LAXATIVE CCUGH SYRUP KENNEDY'S LAXATIVE HONEY^TAR M Clever SUaaaaa and^lonty Bee on Every ' ' -E - 1 — loimnoircpHKR BaWItt’s E3 white f;ift?s of men, women and ehil- dren coming to the surface of the mer ciless ocean, eagerly looking to see whether their loved ones had been soved and then disappearing into those depths from which only the archangel’s resurrection trumpet can now bring them forth. Should I live a thousand years I can never forget it. Perhaps even in heaven I shall yet talk over the horrors of that day with some who won tin* crown of martyrdom when the Columbia, one of the finest ships on tin- Pacific ocean, collided with the lumber boat San Pedro and then blew up and added one more tragedy to the long list of 1 arine catastrophes. It was on a beautiful summer after noon, July 20. l!)o7. that we set sail from that gem of harbors and passed through the Golden Gate of the Pacific at San Francisco. For weeks and months I had been preparing and look ing forward to the time when, with my boy and a couple of dear friends, I could drop work and camp for a few weeks in tin* famous forests of north ern California. The sea never looked more peaceful, the sky never more bright. Hard, grinding work for a lit tle while was to be cast aside—no telephone, no telegraph, no callers, no mail, no engagements to speak. i was just to listen to tin? music of the woods and hie away to the secret haunts of the deer. For hours wf paced the dock. Then the sun sank to the west, and tl.e moon began to pave the crystal pavements of the deep with nuggets of gold. Silently, yet relent lessly, the dense fog bunks began to shut out tin* lofty hills to our right. Then the hoarse and reverberating and irritating fog horn began to blow. ■‘Well.” 1 said to one of my friends, “no sleep tonight. 1 have traveled all ar >,nid the world. I have been months and months upon the sea. and yet 1 could never understand why the sailors would persist in Mowing that fog horn. The sea is so wide and tin* ships so few I do not believe there is any more danger of a collision than there is of shooting a deer in the woods if you lift your gun at random and shut your eyes I iinl pull the trigger and know not ! v here the hall will fiy.” My traveling I companion said nothing. He always i has that rebuking silence when I have made any statement which is in self evident defiance of all the laws of com mon sense. The Fog Hoi Call. I went to bed in di.-gust. Hardly would 1 get to sleep when I would he awakened with the fog horn’s call: “Look out! There Is danger! Look out!” At 5 o’clock in the morning I arose and went on deck and ate some fruit. Then I returned to my state room and crawled Into bed with my little boy, I had not been there more than ton mimit<*s when I heard a rapid pattering of feet and the sharp com mand of the officers. I again arose. As I looked out of the stateroom I said. "What is the matter?” Then the offi cer, pointing ahead, said, “Look!” 1 looked, and, O Cod, I saw the saddest sight of my life. There was a small lumber boat which seemed to be “turn ing turtle.” Its decks were simply swarming with people. Yonder were lifeboats. Here were rafts. Here were loose, floating life preservers. A collision had clearly taken place. But where was the other ship? With that the men and the women and the chil dren, seeing the relief coming out of the fog bank, raised a cheer of thanks giving. But for us on the George W. Elder wo could raise no cheer. The scene was t^p tragic. Then the work of rescue. As our great ship was rolling this way and that the boats came up. Some of the poor victims were covered with blood. Some were too exhausted even to look. Some were rescued only with their night garments, and some had only a blanket around them. From the time the Columbia was struck to the time she sank it took only ten minutes to lay her broken bones In the bottom of the sea. “Stand back there! Stand back or jou will sink their boats!” cried tii« chief officer. “Here, put that rope around this woman. 17017 lift this old up. Now, hero Is a child. Now for the other boat” Then the ompty boats would go back again for their loads of suffering. Poor, poor things! Some of them—delicate wo men—came up with only a drenched cloak to shield their bodies. Some fainted dead away as they were being hauled up. Some even then were veeplng: “O God, my baby!” “0 God, my husband and my children!" “O God, my wife and my two chil dren!" It was a scene of pathos pass ing all human description. I saw strong men standing there with the tears running down their cheeks, brave women crying like babies. Merciless Death. I have often stood In the presence of death, and never did I witness death so merciless and cruel as on that sad. sad day. What Is the actual extent of the catastrophe I know not But at the present writing I have been told that there were at least 105 lost of the 225 souls which the Columbia carried on lioard. God pity the broken hearts of that night’s awful work! God pity the children who have been bereft of their parents’ love and care! God pity the wrecked homes and the wrecked lives! As a pastor and Christian teacher I learned many gospel lessons from this heartrending tragedy. Heroic deeds of self sacrifice were revealed on every hand. With but one or two exceptions It did not seem to me ns though there was a coward or a mean and con temptible soul among all the three crews and passengers of the San Pe dro, the Columbia and the George W. EHder, who met in such close and holy association on that fatal day. I have heard some people declare that this is a mean and contemptible world, but if such cynics had only been standing with me on the deck of that rescuing steamer on July 20 they would have had their faith in God and In mankind renewed or inspired with a flaming en thusiasm. That noble heroism with the first c^l! of danger was revealed in the conduct of the commander of the ill fated steamer Columbia, Captain P. R. Do ran, now of blessed memory. It would have been a very easy matter for him to have saved himself. But he went to the captain', bridge and stood there. He ordered all the lifeboats to be low ered. Then, while be bade others save themselves, he himself with his own hand rang the danger signals. While he was ringing Ihose signals beseemed to l)e calling: “My passengers and crew, save yourselves! Some one must die to warn you. I am willing. Save yourselves! Save yourselves.” What a glorious death he died! What a bless ed heritage lie has given to his dear ones! For all time his name will be emblazoned upon the “honor list” of those who have given their lives in or der that their fellow men might live. A Woman’s Courage. The captain’s heroism found Its counterpart in the life of many a hum ble passenger and sailor—in hov. many only the great honor hook of heaven shall ever record. I heard of one woman who did not know how to swim. She had a life preserver on and could therefore keep alloat. While the boat t was coming to get her she grasped two women’s skirts and clutch ed them in her teeth. Then with her right hand sin* reached out and caught a sinking man. When the sailors pull ed her into the boat she, with her wo man’s courage, had saved three human lives. This heroism was sometimes found in the* most unexpected places. After all the survivors had been brought on board the George W. Elder a young girl n* and sat by my side. Her whole life m ■ med to have been that of a frivoh us soeial butterfly. She laughed and Joked. I said to myself, “How can any one make light of this horror?” Yet a short Ume afterward a gentleman told .me that this young girl, who seemed to be out of place ex cept as a creature of fun, was so brave that at the risk of her life she had reached out of the boat and with her own fra!! hands drawn a drowning man over the gunwale and saved him. Oh, do not tell me that this is a mean and selfish world! It Is a world filled with heroes and heroines when a hu man life is standing face to face with death. If you had 1>een on that toss ing, tumbling sea to the south of Cape Mendocino when the Columbia sank you would have known It. But another fact which impressed me on that fatal day was the realization that those who truly suffer the worst suffer In absolute quietude. It Is only the shallow brook that gurgles and splashes and makes a noise. The deep waters of trouble, like a great river, roll quietly and smoothly. Oh, the profound, the gloomy silence and yet the overpowering sorrow of that sad line of haunting faces of the ship wrecked passengers and crews lying In the berths of the George W. Elder after they reached the lesculng ship! Suffered In Silence. I went to many of these berths and heard nearly everywhere the same kind of gratitude. To one I would take clothes, for many of the sur vivors had nothing; to other# 'l would cany food: with others I would offer a prayer. “Have you lost any one?” I asked a gentle lady whose young fcyes haunted me. “Yes; my baby,” she an swered. "Is your husband safe?” “No,” she answered. “I have no bus- band; I am a widow.” Yes, she had lost her all. Only he who raised up that only son of his mother, and she a widow, could comfort her. Yet there she lay, not uttering one word of com plaint Like a wounded animal# she was suffering in silence. I saw a man who had set sail from San Francisco with his wife and two children. Just Itefore the Columbia sank each parent took a child. When the awful plunge came the biggest child was snub bed out of the father’s Th® mother aud the baby never up. Yet that man aaid hardly a word. While he suffered, be suffered In alienee. But to hear some people complain about their little troubles PQU would suppose that their finite Worries were the greatest troubles in all the world. Ah, my brother, when you go around and advertise your grief I am sure about one thing—the trout le which you have does not amo* t to much. If you had been on the sinking Columbia and heard the awful explosion when the cold waters touched the hot boilers and If you hud had your wife and children swept away then you would have had a grief too great to parade liefore your fellow men. Then when you suf fered you would suffer in silence, in complete silence, In sacred silence. And I sometimes fear that If we per sist in complaining about our little troubles God may soon send us a truly great trouble in order to stop our continual complaint. But there was another fact that im pressed me about the ghastly catas trophe of the fatal 20th day of July. I felt that we might be very near to those who are in trouble and yet not hear their cries of anguish or see their beckoning calls or be a part in their physical, mental, moral, spiritual and eternal rescue. We may be so near that we can almost speak to them, so near that we are almost treading upon them, and yet as far us we are con cerned they may be a thousand miles— aye, ten thousand miles—away. The San Pedro struck the Columbia about 12:15 a. m. At 12:30 the Colum bia sank, and her passengers and crew were struggling In the water. 0 or three of the survivors showed me +heir watches filled with water. They had stopped about 12:30 a. m. For five long hours in the cold and the darkness the survivors floated in boats and on rafts, waiting for the day. The fog was still blindingly heavy. About 5 o’clock in the morning the passengers Wkfiortnnatea as he has cared for and loved os. Bat there Is still another overwhelm- tag fact which forced Itself upon t£e on the fatal day of July 20, 1007. What an awful struggle life even under the beat conditions! It ia not a pleas ure day sail, as some suppose. It la not a voyage over a smooth sea, with the winds always to the sterfi* and happy friends to wave an adieu and kind friends to welcome us Into the oomlng harbor. But it Is a battle, a struggle. It is a tossing, tumbling sea. Saving the Lumber Boat. No sooner were the occupants of the boats atul the rafts and the half sub merged lumber ship taken on board then at once the captain and other of ficers of the Elder turned their atten tion to saving the prow split and leak ing Sun Pedro. Only a year before the vessel had been sold for $<>0,000. The builder of this ship was one of our fellow passengers, and he told me all about It. Now, a cargo was worth about $20,000. That was too much money to turn adrift, so, after all the human lives had been placed In safety, the sailors turned their attention to saving the lumber ship. As It rolled backward and forward in the sea It looked like a human creature in mortal agony. First they attached between the two boats a long steel rope, bnt after the Elder’s engines had been started a little while that steel rope snapped as one would break a spider thread In two. Then a couple of ma- nlla hawsers were strung out, and they went the same way. Then the San Pedro seemed to be “turning turtle,” and her own crew deserted her. But still the captain of the Elder would not give her up. lie sent his first officer and a crew to board her. They broke one of the rudder chains and let the anchor drop into the sea and strung | their chain between the two ships. . Again and again some of the ropes would snap, but always another rope was flung over the chain, and at last A Woman’s Back Has many aches and pains caused by weaknesses ami falling, or other displace ment, of the p< Ivic organs. Other symp toms of female weakness are frequent headache, dizziness, Imaginary (peeks or dark spots fioaliug before the eyes, gnaw ing sensation in stomach, dragging or bearing down in lower abdominal or pelvic region, disagreeable drains from pelvic organs, faint spells with general weakness. If any considerable number of the above symptoms are present there is no remedy that wnlglvs quicker relief or a mors per- maient ram than Dr. Pierce’s Favorite PreaodfcmbiNjt has a record of over forty yean of cun^ It is the, most potgnj invigorating toni£.a:)J7 r rikfhenlng..ng- vlne known lomedieni -fl-nee. 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Tour interest in regaining health is paramount to any selfish interest 0/ hit and it is an insult to your intelligence for him to try to palm off upon you a substitute. You know what you want and it is his busi ness to supply the article called for. Dr. Pierce’s Pleasant Pellets are the original "Little Liver Pills” first pnt np by old Dr. Pierce over forty years ago, much imitated but never equaled. Little sugar-coated granules—easy to take a* candy. In the boats saw a large vessel loom up the chain was bound to the Elder by a In the distance. It was only a few ! steel rope. hundred yards away. “Thank God!” they cried. “We are saved! We are saved!” But Instead of stopping Its engines it moved steadily on and disap peared. The survivors were frantic. They called, they shouted, they scream ed. But the watchman on the bridge saw them not, aud the vessel moved swiftly on and was gone. Then the All this took hours. The engines would start and stop. The vessel would roil and pitch In the path of the sea. Many of the people were grum bling. I grumbled, as did the others Then it suddenly occurred to me “Those men are making a fearful fight to save the ship because It means salvage for the crew that tows the San SK>ur Stomach Mo appetite, loss ot strength, nervous Lpiess, heaadche, constipation, bad breath, ". fgencral debility, sour risings, and catarrh fog bank closed down and no human ; Pedro as well as for the company, voice answered their cries. Women . They were fighting for that money, just 1 fainted and men groaned, and despair was everywhere. “No hope!” they cried. “No hope! No hope! We shall all be lost in this impenetrable fog!” Now, the sailors and passengers of that passing ship may have been as true hearted people as those who were aboard the Elder. But they were not looking for any shipwrecked crews. Otherwise they might have acted dif ferently. If that ship had known that any one was in trouble in that sea its captain would probably have done as good Captain .lessen of the Elder did. He would have tarried there until the fog lifted. After he had picked up all the occupants of the boats and rafts he would have sailed around among the wreckage until be was sure that not one man, woman or child was struggling In those waters. Then the passengers of that passing boat would have done just as our passengers did. They would have helped the survivors to their own staterooms and 'placed them la berths aud given them clothes. I do not believe there was a man or a woman on the Elder who did not divide *pare clothing with those survivors who came to us almost naked from the seas. And I do not believe there was a strong, healthy man who did not give up his berth to some sick man or some woman or child. When I slept upon the open deck In order that a woman might have my berth I did Just what scores of other men did and no more as I am struggling to earn bread for my wife and babies. That vessel in tow means bread. It means clothing. It means education. We may have to go slower, but let us he patient for the plucky fight these sailors are making to provide for those who are dependent upon them.” Lastly, as I look upon the floating boats and the pleading, upturned faces of that fatal day of July 20 I am Im pressed witli the rapidity with which death can strike down its victims. Like a bolt out of a clear sky the summons may come. It may come to us at any time, in any place. Ft can come to us as quickly as it hurled Into a watery grave the 105 men, women and chil dren when the Ran Pedro crashed into the Columbia, sending them to the bot tom of the cruel and unfathomable sea. The marine entombment which came to the Columbia might have come to us. In an Instant, In the twinkling of an eye, the summons may come. Death comes suddenly to our neighbors, and death may <•01111* suddenly to us. Let us. then. he<*d (he warning which Christ gave to the rich man of his time, “Thou fool, this night thy soul shall he required <>;' thee!'’ On the night < f July 20 not one of all the passengers and crew aboard the Elder had to in* told how near death was. Wo nil felt his presence. We were all saying to ourselves: “How would I have been prepared to meet than every other man of that passing my God if my summons had come as It ship would have done had he known did to the passengers of the Columbia? that his suffering fellow men were , Am I living the right life, and will my struggling in the midst of that sea. j dear ones beyond, by Jesus’ side, be But the trouble was that the watch- able to greet me if I should now bear man of that passing ship did not see 1 the call, ‘This night, this night thy soul those little boats and rafts floating in 1 shall be required of thee? ’’ An Impressive Service. In the evening hours of that day some of the survivors of the Colum bia came to me and asked with sad the stomach are all due to Indigestion. !<odol relieves indigestion. This new dlscov* ny represents the natural juices of diges tion as they exist in a healthy stomach, oombined with the greatest known tonio r.d reconstructive properr.es. Kodol for pepsia does not only tu.ieve ind.gestioo at.j dyspepsia, but this famous remedy '-Tps all stomach troubles by cleansing, purifying, sweetening and strengthening the mucous membranes lining the stomach. Mr. S. S. Ball, of Raver.swood, W, Va., seyar— " I was troubled with sour stomach for twenty years. <o<lol cured me and we are now using It ft) milk tor baby.” Kodol Digests What You Eat Vottles only. Relieves indigestion, sour stomacK belching of gas. etc. -reparsd by E. C. DeWITT & CO.. CHICAGO. For 8*1* by Choroko® Druo Company. Halt! the fog. And the great reason why we do not help those who are strug gling by our side in the fog of life Is because we do not see or hear them. Is It Our Fault? Yet as I stood and looked at some of those poor survivors of the Columbia I kept saying to myself “Is it our fault If we do not sec* those who are In trou ble by our side in the fogs and mists of life?' Why should I give up part of my clothing and my berth to the ship wrecked at sea and yet refuse to help clothe the naked who are living In my own town by my side? Why not think of the poor, the lame, the blind, by our own fireside? “Oh,” some one answers, faces, “Will you bold a service tonight In the saloon for us?” “Do you want It?” I asked. "Are not the people too high strung and overwrought and sor rowful to meet at this time?’ “No,” they answered; “we want it, and we want you to lead it.” “Well, I will.” Never was fhere a gathering exactly like it. Most of us had eaten hut lit tle that day. Many of us had not even washed. We were unsbaved and un kempt. But, oh, the solemnity of it! Some had no clothes except a blanket "the reason we do not feed those liv- Some had lost bailies and husbands or Ing under the shadow of our own doors Is because we think they ought to be able to make a living as we have to dor Your answer, my friend, is right and yet it Is wrong. Neither God nor loan wishes you to feed loafers and clothe deadbeats and bouse social vam pires. “If any man does not work, neither shall he eat,” is good sound doctrine for the Bible and modern so da! economics. But I want to tall I you bluntly that all tbe poor and the unfortunates of your town are not loaf- i are and deadbeats. There are honest and deserving poor as well aa honest i and deserving rich. The poor who come begging at your door may not b® deserving. Bishop Potter enunciated a mighty truth when be said, "The de serving poor are not those who seek yon, but those whom you must seek.” The deserving poor are everywhere around you In life. Therefore In the mists and fogs of the Journey of Ufa blow not simply a waning whistle. Keep oqpn your watch ays. Hunt for tbs shipwrecked crews of the flan Pe dro® and tbe Colombia®. They are ev- arfwhme around ua. Stow down aad look aboot God bids as ease te kto wives and mothers and fathers. There we met and prayed and sang. I read the twenty-first chapter of Revelation and talked aliout heaven and our dear ones. There we were, Catholics and Protestants, in that strange audience and perhaps some who bad never yet spoken the name of Christ in rever ence. There we prayed and sang and wept, aud we consecrated our Uvea anew to God and our fellow men. It is so easy to think of death com ing to those a thousand miles away. But that day it came near to ua. Can you not feel that death may this mo ment be ready for you? Why not now aorrender your heart to God’s work, aa we did on that Sabbath night which foUowed the awful catastrophe of the sinking Columbia? Then indeed we may say In the words of tbe Psalmist ef old: “God Is our refuge and strength, a very present help In trou ble; therefore will we not fear, though the earth be removed and though the mountains be carried Into the midst of th® s®a, though tbe waters thereof roar and be troubled, though the mountains with the swelling thereof.” iaiT.br Just stop aud think one moment about your printed stationery. “A firm or individual’s printed stationery is an index to his business judgement.” If you want something that you can he sure will make a good impression where- ever seen bring your job printing of every des cription to us. We guarantee satisfac tion and can do work in a “hurry.” UTe Ledger, Gaffney, S. C. ‘Mail orders receive prompt attention. ftKmKnmEYCURE BANNER 8A LVB the most heallno salve in the wort® Kodol Dyspepsia Cure Mfoota what you oat* 0R.KING’S NEW DISCOVERY Will Sorely Stop That Cough. our-*4 Ao 2,1*4