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Ite llttirl?iii ut iUgi ?? WATOBMAM, BM.biirt.ed A . isso. "Be Jnst and Fear ?*"1?** ?u the Ends Aims'? ?? M Country's, thy God's and Truth's ?? _ th? tk?k soc?ekoN, ictaw??id >, ???tf Consolidated Au?. 2, 1881.1 SUMTER. S. C, WEDNESDAY, NCTffEMBEK 9, 1392. _ New Ser?es-Yol. X1?. No, 15. CHAPTER VIL ; ^ * TANGLTN'C THE SKEIN. Tfib mnsicaie bad ?>rofc?n up early, fend, -the; Gilmor'Gray-' mansion, was tig&6y Hosed. Not one ligbj; shone ?roa? its tall, brown front, and^the very servan ts^qra-rters were dark rand st?l], as "the clock of the church hard by clanged out twice' upon the night. Bessie Westchester had soon left her bidden guest, to mingle brightly again wfdt those below; but never had the cordial hospitality of that fair maiden? of her whole household, in fact?really fonn^v'so "sweet" that proverbially much^-slap dered "old word, good-by!" Neeessarysequela* of a feast properly iooke?bto, ihottj:h in unusual haste for a> n^ff?^^onsekeeper, Mrs. Gray had dismissed her w?ling servants to rest; and, a;>?ittle later, her husband had quietIv^locked." the door leading from their-ip&g to the faiaSly section of the ^1- may dSsappqint sdSae<colored lodge, f<^o|bce,** he had remarked to his wife, ?asjfcfe;pocketed -the key; "but to-night even otrr own eyes and ears are danger ous ;to trust to.,v " " '. And no w Bessie Westchester, -her be ccening bail-dress changed for a loose, but equally bec*>ming wrapper, again nestled en the . floor, close to Carolyn Claj, who waited," calm and resolute, as the^ minutes sped on with feet that seeiaed leaden^hod to her anxious sus rpense. - And^beiow, her mother and sister moved noiselessly about the pantrv, packing, as ? compactTy - *<? deft hands^ might, an ample luncheon into the tin case, . ' "S?e.wiH probably get w?t, poor child?* i the matron said, removing a layerpf thin sandwiches to wedge in slices, b? fruit cake. "The tin is the safest;- but, dear me, how little it 4<35t?t .these must go in, mamma;** an swered Miss Westchester^ ? "Dear Caro! No telling when she'll see fruit cake again!;; How dreadful it all is, mamma! Only think wbat..she_tells~'us about* ?sorgnum and corn-?^readl Wait; press on t?e- san3 wiches while I wedge in theseWrcan?s.*' *^5?ally, wife,** interposed - the late "bachelor club man, "you must expect Jier to realize that green colonel's or ders issued to bis men, to 'cook and eat five days* rations immediately!* ** **1 wish they all could over there!** the wife retorted, her wanting logic condoned by a deep sigh. "Just think of your poor brother Llowndes, Gilmor, fcCai ving on bacon and hard, tack 1" ; "It is- good - for .his liver, my dear,** Mr. Gray replied, with a lightness be^ Jied^by his. eyes. "My brother Llowndes has so far in his life eaten pa^andSe^ rapin enough to bring camp-fare for the next ten years up to a pretty luxurious arr?rage. " But away up in the attic hiding-place no badinage was spoken. Caroryn-Ciay had several times gone over the details j of her perilous trip across. Each time ! ?he had spoken with naive freedom of : tier fears, her suspense and her je^f?t j -rescue?all without reserve. But one thing she had never told?approaching ! it with ready purpose, only to find her lips close and a throbbing s?niething^: Jost beneath her throat which she_?ould not control - .i She had never explained that the man i J who had saved her, at risk- of instant 'traitor's doom, was himself a renegade - ? .doubly a traitor to the cause that made him so, by that very-act." ' IJariiess.haa she been able to frame the two words of his name, once sweetly, familiar to her lips, now bitter "as "Dead jsea fruit cpon them. j j Often?after Bessie had listened with ! sighs and tears of sympathy, then left her?Carolyn Clay would upbraid her conscience for this half-confidence to friends so tender and so loyal, eveenow risking so much for her. And then her j conscience would argue, not without a quibble, that it was so unnecessary? j that it could: but disgTace* his name for ? those true * ones who bore it so well? ? that this one exposure could dono good, i So the girl ? reassuring herself, in ] woman's way, that no lingering thought ! of his past, no pity for herself, mixed ? with the resolve?accepted her wish as j her duly y and was silent. And Bessie j Westchester had accepted as true her j own brain-built little romance thai the 1 self-sacrifi ce and grave peril had been ? incurred by some federal officer for sake j of her friend's helplessness in danger? j perhaps, she told herself, for sake of her fair face. And now the dark eyes of-the listener stood wide, and her gentle bosom heaved u AND NOT EVEN TO KNOW HIS NAME!** rapidly under the loose folds of the wrapper, as she heard the twice-told tale for the last time, as she believed? followed the night escape through the driving snow, welcomed the slow-coming dawn, and thrilled at the first sight of Rosser's advance. "What a noble, selfless hero!** the younger girl cried, after a long-drawn sigh of relief. "And not even to know his name! / would have had mor? curi osity, even then. But he must be a gen^ tleman, Caro! Base blood would never have risked so much?been so 'tender and trewe';?even for your eyes!" , Miss Olay's eyes were studying the pictures in the fire. A half ?igh" trem bled to her lips; but she stifled it as she answered, sadly: "He was a gentleman?? before he joined Virginia's enemies." . , "But, Caro, they were not his ene mies. " ' **No, seemingly not; only Virginia**,** the other answered, with sudden fierce ness. "But it is odd he never told yon bis parm?r l? wouid have taken but an is staut; and if you two ever meet again?" - "God forbid that!" Carolyn Clay rose 1 fo her feet, towering taller in the flick ed^ firelight, hope ttever^o took upon his-face agfctoT" : "How uncompromising yon are!" her 'friend persisted. VYet yon owe him so deep a debt?yo? life, perhaps." "Yes; I owe him that?God help mer j She turned away abruptly, as & deep ! ?urge of color swept her pale face. ! "Yes; I owe him a debt I can never pay I ?never! I owe him escape from a spy's death! I owe -him?oh, Bess, i never realised half hoio much nntil I rode in sight of those dear gray jackets, St. An drew's cross fluttering so gayly over them!" She gazed absently into the fire a moment, the color still warm on her face: "And, Be-ss, when I told CoL Randolph every word the tr?the man had -said, he called me a 'little tfeTO,' sa?g ? had put Rosser under deep est obligation, that he could strike the Yankees in the rear and the road to tJbe river was open to me." wish I knew, who he was,** the younger girl persisted, looking in tently into the -coals at a dimly sketched procession with background ot^wrate lace and orange blossoms. VCaro, after all these dreadful days are 'over, when peace comes again, you two vs?l meet again. Maybe this may bring you closer?" r;- <'*Neverl I w?l never look upon his face again!" The words were low and slowly spoken, but they had the solemn cadence of a dirge. "You cannot tell," Bessie urged. "We may all be one people again some day. No girl can read her own fate, deerV unless?they used to say, now I remember, that your willful heart had found its master?" "Hush! Oh! if yon only knew, Bess!** There was a world of self-pity, nearly as much of self-contempt, in the wom an's low tone. "Dear child, living as M ISS CLAY'S EYES WEBE STUDYEK? THE P?CTTJBE IN THE FQ?E. you live, seeing only what you see, it is hard indeed to understand us. Amid the privations, the suffering, the danger around me, I should be worse than base to think of such light things. Once, perhaps, I was very different"?the red glow burned on her face once more, the firm lips trembled an instant, ere she went on gravely?"but, even then, those rumors were idle." f "Forgive me, dear, I believed? Oh! Caro, I forgot; serious things drove it qjit of rny head; but who d? you suppose was here to-night?" "How should I guess?" There was more of weariness than of interest in Miss Clay's reply; but inborn courtesy forced the addition: "I am such a stranger?an exile?now." "An old friend of yours; and a very good one, too, they said. Frankly, I do not > lik? him, though it may be 'Dr. FelL* I think he should be in the army ?our army! But otherwise he's just splendid. Guess." 'It would be useless," Miss Clay an swered, absently, glancing at the clock. "Thank Heaven, it is two o'clock." "No, you could never guess," Bessie ran on, full of her romance. "It was Peyton?" "Peyton Fitzhugh!" Carolyn Clay wheeled round upon the sitting girl, towering over her with eyes that blazed in equal anger and amazement. "Here? To-night? In this house?" "Why not, dear? He is an old friend of mamma's, and very popular here with both sets." "Why not? Do they not know that? Why, Bess, ht was the?" With blaz ing eyes, clinched hands, and laboring bosom, Miss Clay stopped suddenly. What it was she herself could not have told; but again that inner something? ! stronger than her impulse and indigna tion, dominating her helpless will? whispered: "Peace: be still!" She stood eilent, rooted to the spot, staring at her friend. "I knew you would be surprised," the Other went on. "And really. Caro, you do seem to recollect very well, consid ering your denial just now. If a mere name carries such talisman, I do not wonder so much at your unfeminine curiosity as to that unselfish hero who saved you at risk of a halter." Over Carolyn Clay's face, now pale as death once more, swept thoughts too swift and complicated for translation by the inexperience that watched it. Btit, seeing them, the younger woman ceaSed badinage, and, rising quickly, passed loving arms about the tall form, nestling her head upon its tumultrtossed bosom. "Forgive me, darling," she whispered, softly. "I was silly, thoughtless. I, too, know what it is to care for some one. Were I separated from Willie;?" Abruptly, almost roughly, Miss Clay ignored the caress and repudiated the suggestion. "You are wrong?utterly wrong, child!" she cried. "I do not care for that?that man. On the contrary, I hate?despise him. He is not fit to let your feet spurn him?far less to touch your hand. Does not your mother know ?suspect?" "What?" Bessie's eyes grew wide with wonder, as i!\e other paused sud denly. "Why, Caro! I never saw you so excited?so worked up. It must, in deed, be something terrible! Tell me, Miss Clays face darken* \ and her breath came hard and >L :ick. She clinched her hands fiercely; but still she did not speak, only staring at the other. Then, with a great effort, she turned a deadly white face, lit by gleaming eyes, upon her: "Bessie, that man is? He it was ! who?" Memory, gratitude?whatever stronger feeling it may have been?was too much for her. Again she broke ! down, sinking in her chair and covering : her faf#\ with the piteous moan: ' NOh, Godi I cannot!?cannot!" Wondering- more still, but s??l deep ly sympathetic, Bessie Weetchester watched this unwonted weakness of the woman who had been her model of fear lessness and strength. Only one instant, though. The next she was kneeling by her side, her arms close about the hearing bosom, her lips pressed upon the glorious, bowed head: "Forgive me, dear! Plea** forgive me! I was silly even to mention him? worse than silly to press you so. I think I understand?** Once more Miss Clay broke roughly from the circling arma Once more she stood erect with raised bead and biasing eyes; no weakness on her face now? only resolve so fixed as to make its lines seem hard and crueL "Bessie Westchester,** she said, in cold, metallic tone, "you do not under stand mo, but?you shall! Not for base, selfish reason, not to protect my self from silly suspicion, but to protect you and yours, so good to me, I will speak! That man, whose name I have sworn shall never pass my lips?that man, who has my just contempt and scorn, Is?" The door opened quickly and Mrs. Gray stood in it, panting from hasty as cent and with troubled face. . Caro, Willie is here." I 'Thank Godi I am ready The fight of battle on her face melted into fender fotiging* hope to be realized swept away thought of right and justice as the words brought plainly before her the wide, dark river, the yearning loved ones far beyond. Stop, dear,** the matron said, stop ping with a gesture the quick grasp for hat and gloves, the careful, instinctive touch for precious packages sewed into the skirt. "Willie must see you first. Some difficulty has?" "Difficulty? Oh, do not say he comes to disappoint me The color hope had driven to the girl's face dropped out, leaving ft ashen, her lips quivering soundlessly. Not so bad as that, I hope,** Mrs. Gray answered, gently; and, stepping to the door, she called softly, and Wil lie McKee tiptoed into the room. - His face was grave and troubled, his manner wholly changed from the boy ish exquisite who had lounged from that house two hours before. Those were days that made many men play strange parts; and Willie McKee was a natural actor. "It disappoints me. Miss Clay, almost . as much as yourself,** he said, quietly. ' "I had set my heart on getting yon ?cross to-night; and I believe you know that to do so I won M risk anything, save one?your capture.** "I must always risk that,** the girl cried, impatiently. "I have no fear. Come, let us start!** "Not until yon know all,** the man answered, firmly. Ordinary danger would not deter ?ne, of course. Every thing is ready?medicines packed, passes secured. But, remember, this time your capture would be more seri ous than ever be'ore. You are under gravest suspicion ** "Yes, I know. But, oh, I have been m careful!?seen * > one. None could dream I was here " "Your presevi? In Baltimore is known,** McKee answered, gently. "How, or by whoA, God only knows.*9 "Known!** Onl f the one word from her white lipa. "Yes; and mor* than that,** he went on, calmly. "Some one knows that you leave to-night, by what route, and that I go with you.** The girl's face grew whiter still; her lips moved without sound, but her eyes flashed into Bessie's with a blaze of ac cusing query in them. Then, still staring at her, the firm will mastered emotion so far that she whispered* hoarsely: "Are yon svret You saw?him?" "Saw whom? Aessie, what do you know?** Mrs. Graj cried. But Carolyn Cl* r s topped her with a gesture imperious *eyond question, and, turning to McKe* said, hoarsely: Goon. Tell ut all** "I know no more,** ho answered, 'pa ly this note was left forme by unknown hand ten minutes since.** The woman seized the crumpled note eagerly, bending over the firelight and reading rapidly. Then, pressing her hand hard over her eyes, she stood an instant still and cold, only heaving bosom and deep breath telling of sore struggle to be calm. Again she bent down, scanning the paper closely, her eyes burning each word into her brain. Then, leaning her head upon the low mantel, covered by one hand, she held the note to Bessie with the other; and she, understanding the command, read in tremulous voice the fateful mes sage: "Do not start to-night South bank swarms with stragglers. Bosser struck. Show her this and wait advice. She should obey warning from one who prayed her to pray for his souL"* Dead silence was on the little group. No one spoke, nor moved, and the still ness grew almost unbearable as the dis appointed woman struggled fiercely with herself for the mastery. At length she raised her head, turn ing full to them a face pale and deep lined, but firm and hard as the hollow voice that said: "I will obey. He were viler than Sa tan did?he He now?to me ?" The effort of the soul was too great for the tried flesh. Suddenly she swayed, staggered forward a step, and would have fallen had not Willie McKee caught her, dead faintincr, in his arms. CHAPTER VIIL "AS E MARCHED TOKOUCH TOWN." The Sabbath morning broke clear, but piercing cold, the garish sunlight giving little warmth in the teeth of the fierce east wind. Two days had passed, heavy, leaden footed days to all inmates of the Gray mansion; and to one of them expectancy became almost torture, as no word came from Carolyn Clay's unnamed watcher on the shore. Willie McKee stopped daily, to talk with his cousins; but he only shook his head gloomily in answer to eager queries, and avoided all suspicious mounting to the hidden visitor above. And she, cheered by the sympathy and love of trusted, ten der women, recovered from the shock of surprise and disappointment. She seemed rlmost her old self again?quiet, pa tient, almost hopeful outwardly, even if well-nigh despairing at heart. Of the cause of her fainting fit she spoke little, calling it mere reaction ?rom too high hope; but not even to (Bi'Ssie?her special pet and favorite? 41id she once allude to the mysterious writer of the warning, save to say, finally: "I can say nothing, dear. In these days, when a man's Ufo may pay forfeit for one chance word, I dare not speak." And the strong woman shuddered, as she added: "Besides, God only knows! 1 may be wrong. Later news has proved the truth of that warning. Jt was surely well meant and?timely. But by this time the Virginia bank mv*t be clear." She finished with almost a groan: "Oh, when w?l I get away?" And Bessie Westchester, with the del icate tact of her race, forebore all ques tion ; nor did she ever hint for the finish of that broken-off warning about Fitz hugh, even while, woman-like, she was gnawed by curiosity, which had, in this case at least, good basis of right to question. Yet, as her guest's lips re mained sealed, and no allusion to him escaped them more, the younger wom an remained silent, wondering sorely. But this cold Sabbath morning brought McKee very early, and with him anxiety and activity to all the household. At breakfast when he came the family rose promptly from the un* finished meal at the news he brought, and rapidly all viands within reach, all contents of the ample pantry, that was Mrs. Gray's prideful boast, were par* celed out and put in portable shape. Great tins of boiling coffee soon hissed in the kitchen; a passing baker's cart was captured by McKee and its entire contents quickly went beneath long knives in nimble hands. For that morning was one of those dies i rae which m ade every sympathetic heart in Baiti more beat with heavier throb?days which made firm lips trem ble and strong hands clinch hard, while they forced tears to tender eyes of all true women, southern or union in their sentiment. Kebel prisoners were to march through those streets, a spectacle and a warn ing, not wantonly, perhaps, "to make a Roman holiday," but because McHen ry, the Old Capitol and other border prisons overflowed; and these men, tin exchanged, must go to prison-pens far ther from chance of escape or recapture by sudden raid. In almost every residence along that fashionable street?nearest route of march to the northern depot?now showed activity and bustle unwonted at such an hour or on such day, and many window-shutters bowed, then closed, as eager-watching eyes saw no approaching column, and their owners went back to the work of love. Then, after anxious waiting, the sad procession wheeled into view from a street below, the guard that encircled it moving slowly, as at a funeral, to fit the worn and painful step of many a one who followed. And a long, dreary line it was; pitiful to see, in its evi dences of wrecked manhood, often; of broken spirit, sometimes; of wasted hopes and longings, everywhere. Old and young, the graybeard next the fresh and beardless boy, hardy, lank mountaineer and tender darling from city fireside?all sorts and conditions of men of the south were there, marching Bide by side to that doom more dreaded than sudden death?hopeless imprison ment! For the word had gone forth that the starving south, eager to ex change consuming captured mouths for useful fighting hands, was not to be re cuperated in that way. "Robbing the cradle and the grave" already?as the northern leader put it? to hold her wide border, she was not to be given back those men she had trained, through privation, peril and hope deferred, to suffer and be strong. Piteous was the plight of many a prisoner, weak, already prison-worn ind as sick in body as at heart. Here, one who might be a grandsire, toiling along the stones with stockingless feet, scarce held to shreds of shoes by bits of twine; there, a mere stripling, blue faced in the blast and shivering in thin, buttonless jacket, blowing his numbed bands for warmth. Again, a bold, den wat figure?a newer capture, doubtless? striding along with head erect and deep defiance smoldering in his eyes; and slose to him, the limping, shattered remnant of a man, hollow-eyed, with ?unken cheeks and narrow chest, racked tvith coughing under the bleak Decem ber wind. In pairs, or fours, the prison-gang moved slowly forward, many scarce ible to keep up even with the slow Lime of the guard. And, in the long [ine, few were more than half clad, ?carcely one with an overcoat, but some hugging the torn and filthy blanket, or the scrap of old carpet used in its stead, is a very luxury of prison lot! Some men were hatless, or wholly barefoot, victims of prison wear, or, tvorse, of wanton theft, which not sel iom escaped the vigilance of higher of fice and left those vile enough to prey upon the helpless creatures in their ;hargc. On almost every face, grayish pallor, familiar to all who watched the prisoner >f that time,?a sickly, leaden ghastli oess, as of ashes, which accentuated more the pinched features and seemed bo sink most fiery eyes deep back in Lheir hollow sockets,?a hue not to be described, but born largely of bad fare and confinement, equally largely per haps of despairing heart and of that scourge even of the busy camp, nos talgia On every porch and door-step along that dismal route, often lining the curb as well, stood grave-faced men and women, many with trembling lips or tear-blurred vision, eagerly scanning the pitiful passers for chance of one fa miliar face. Almost every hand held something,?packages of solid food, dainties long unknown to those men, famishing on prison fare, warm wraps, such clothing as haste collected, and sometimes even blankets. And, as the line moved slowly on, jrave men and dainty women?and bright-faced little children too, scarce Bomprehending, but thus love-laden also?lef t their homes, keeping abreast It, but ever repelled by bayonets of the guard, intervalled along the column. But suddenly, around the corner of the Gray residence, just beyond, rode an officer of rank, a sedate, kindly-faced veteran with stars upon his shoulder, and followed by a glittering staff. "Halt!" rang out from the captain of the guard, a command gladly obeyed by the prisoners. Spite of the piercing wind sweeping down the broad street, many of them crouched down to rest, some lying prone upon the cold stones of the pavement, from sheer weakness. And it chanced the center of the line was directly opposite the residence. From the closed lattice of her attic, Darolyn Clay scanned the prisoners, with blazing eyes her hands clinching 3ARCLYN CLAY SCANNED THE PRISONERS WITH BLAZING ETES. ind a hot sigh coming, but never a tear, is some poor wretch tottered and ?ought the inhospitable couch of the oadway. But her pale lips quivered is the^y sent fervent supplication for these sufferers?strangers, yet brothers their woe?up to the Throne's foot of the All-Father. More than one face seemed familiar to her eyes, running swiftly down the ine; some she had seen in camp, with nore than one she had spoken, in the nerry days of early war. Suddenly, as me looked, the woman gave a great rasp, the blood rushing to her ashen MAIN STREE COURT SUMTE! face, burning on either cheek In great red ''?sks. And her long taper hands clutc. the shutters fiercely, as though to fling them wide. For there?isoatless under the chilling wind, his prized thigh boots of camp dandyism replaced by ragged shoes, yet frank, defiant and with clear eyes flash ing out of his ?old-blued face?stood Evan Fauntleroy. "Merciful God! TF?y am I SO help less? Oh, if I but daredl" Miss Clay cried aloud, as her hands dropped list less from the lattice. "Oh, if B?sate were but here! Father, aid me now!** As though in answer to her prayer the door opened hastily, and the girl J she longed for, running in panting, passed her arm about the other as she followed her gaze below. "I thought of you, Caro, so helple up beret" she gasped. "There might be some one you knew; some friend?" "There! Evan, my cousin!" Carolyn Clay cried, trembling in her eagerness. "Thank God that Ke sent you! Seo the tall boy?no, not that?the coati ess one! Bess, he is Evan?the one cap tured that night for me! You must?1 "All right! I know," the other an-" swered, rapidly; and the warm kiss she paused to press on her friend's cheek told her that she was understood. Down to the street at breakneck speed went the young girl, calling to a negro with coffee can as she snatched some bundles from the hall table and ran hatless into the cold air. For by this time the surging crowd?and in it some of the best and most noted blood of Maryland?was pressing close upon the guard, but still kept back by the barrier of rifles at "port." Passing rapidly down the line, Bessie Westchester paused opposite Evan, working her way through the crowd, close up to the barrier of steeL Then, watching eagerly, she managed to catch his eye, and?the natural gallantry of the Virginian aided by the evidont inter est in her expressive face?held at fixed upon her. A puzzled look stole across* the young scout's features, as he won dered whether her intent regard meant that they had met before. Evidently he had been singled out; for though a deep Our constant aim has been lo please as many of the people as possible at a!) times, and we' generally succeed. We are receiving an im mense stock of FreSll GrOOdS of eVer3' variety. Fine Groceries have always been, and etil! is our specialty, but you'll find all departments complete and goods sold at prices to please all class es. Whether you make a pur chase or not we never consider time lost in showing our stock. Seeing is believing. Call and be convinced of the above facts. er tint dyed her soft cheeks, that gare never left him, and to the query His Eye brows sent over the guard's shoulder came a scarce perceptible movement of her own, followed by the bare suspicion of a nodded assent. Not one bit a fop, Evan knew then that the girl had a message for him, or had possibly seen him before; and, standing coatless there under the biting wind, his elastic spirit carried him back to all scenes of his in frequent absences from home, and ad miration for the pretty, graceful wtftn an, so plainly interested in him, mingled with his wonderment sufficiently to make him forget his sorry plight and singular costume for the tim?. "Can we not give the prisoners s?hne coffee?" Bessie asked of the trim young lieutenant passing down the line.- And she threw all the witchery of voice and face into the query. "Very sorry, miss," the of?ker an swered, courteously, pausing to raise his cap. then halting in evident admira tion. "But our orders are very strict. It is positively forbidden to allow any intercourse?Fall back, there; Clear the roadway!" he interrupted himself suddenly. The old general was riding, slowly and alone, down the line., looking on the captives with eyes that held more of pity than of curiosity. At the lieu tenant's tone the poople instinctively fell bn 'k t > the. sidewalk, long inured to authority and well taucht tho necessity of obedience to its behests. Only Bessie Westehester stood her ground, now left entirely alone by rapid retreat of her friends, but perfectly quiet and at eaee. "I beg pardon, miss,"'again the young lieutenant's hand went to his cap, the general now close upon them, but with face turned aside, "but I fear you did not hear." "Oh, yes, I heard, thank you," she answered, with a smile and another glance into the young man's face that brought the color to \t. Then, calmly and gracefully, as though waiting to receive a guest, the lithe little figura remained perfectly still in the very path of the slow moving horse, until his muzzle almost touched her hair. Then the little hand was raised lo stroke his face; but the ungallant brute shied im patiently as though resenting caress from a stranger. TO BS Cl'NriNUSD*] Vl . - OPPOSITE j MOUSE, NIEW ARRIVALS. ??1BW Date* tn I lb. boxee ?Oc. , Shredded Codfinh 10clb try ?tj saves time, and is nicer. A DHicacy?Improved Wine J?-l?yt !25c. Will make I t}t. in 5 minut?e Good line White and Gray Blanket** all siaee and qualities. Bankets of all sorte. The celebrated Sirop d? Bat terie, $1.00 per gallon. Ne tv, Pinin and Self Raising Buckwheat. For the beet Olive Oil boy Alizie Codillot Jeune, $1.00 per qt. on draught, just received. Shoee is a big busineee with ua. Buy our .goods and you'll save money on each purchase and will not hate to buy eo often. Have you ever used it ? Cer ealjue, *?0c. package. Freeh lot MM Choice Tab!? Butter, 30c. pea pound. Fancy Fresh dreamery 8?c. F reels Tongues, Strips and llame every week. Teae?one of our specialties? 25c to $ 1. lleno, a 0, high grade Oolong and Yo?hg l?j' ? . A very bretty line of Drees Goods and Trimmings. Bargains in t?rese ft?niiels, Black Cashmeres and Henriettas. Motions, Hosiery, Neckwear, Oat flak es, can be cooked in two minutes for Breakfast* 12c. and 15c. per package. Evaporated Apples, Apricot*, Peaches and Prunes. Dill Ficklos. New Dutch Iter rings and Pickle (Jora Beef. New No. I. 2 and 3 Mackerel [ ( at retail and in 10 lb. kits. JSdam Cheese, Swiss Cheese and Cream ClieeSe. Freeh Crackers ?hd Cut Cake w?elely. Call and look through our stock, ?omefUics", ?ry Goods, | 1 Lindneys, ttad aiid White Flan nel*, Plaids, Dleechiug*, Cali coes and Chudah Cloth. 5 lb. cana pure Jelly for 50c. j \ Heinz Sweet Fickle*, Chow Chow and Celery, Fsrris" delicious Meats?once used always used. New Brazil Nuts and New Cunante. Big Job Lot Men's and Bey's Hats, call and get one at half price before tliey all go. Fiesji French Candy, Crystal ized GiJ?ger and Jluvler'e Choco late, Van Honten'a Cocoa, Gelatine ; and Mince Meat. Call special a?ten?ion t? their immense assortment of FALL AND WINTER ?BESS tt BILKS ?N?) VELVETS, Comprising latest materiali?, colorings and designs, ?i our wert kuown popular prices. The finest line of TRISrMIN?S ever shown in tir? Stete- a tr?me?aous s?ock ?f M?SSES' CL?AKS AND JACKET^ I$f ALL THE NEWEST STALES, -See our Hne of Infants7 Coats.?-?s FLANNEL? AN? BLANKETS At prices that will please the purchaser. We h?'v? added a Ledies*' ?U& UN UNDERWEAR DEPARTMENT *rric?r is iff clrar-? rf ? europi tent young lady and we *je prepared to offer special inducements in thW line. A full line of RE FER, ETON and RUSSIAN BLOUSE SUITS i* air grades and Qualities*. SOIiE Aet?TT? FOE THE CE?j?B*RATED S. C. AND RABO C?fc??ftfcc IN LINENS, CRASHES, TOWELLING'S, We show an unutua**y large aud attractive line of Fresh Go<*a* at spectaity '^prices. tras DBBssMAma bspjmti?r? w?l& oizs 3CT9BSB 1st, and will be in charge of a first claV? Modiste from tire Sortir. IN CUB GL07E ?KS HOSIEEY DEFAR?MEN? ?ou will fend much to delight you. All the l?te?t n?veltt?* ?S weft ?r# standard grattes, iti tftir CARPET SE PARTIRENT* We ?r? stowing a fine ?ih? of Velvets, Moquettes, Brussels, ? p?? S??f>er*V &c. A handoome line of Rugs. Speci?f bargains in Oil Cf?the ?i?3 M?ftrngsV IN OUR CLOTHING- AND F RN?SH?N? DEPARTMENT Such an opportunity is hot often presented to the pe?pfe to' view" th? s?i??etf ?eork pl the beai brained Clothing men of the land Yort will bold Jour place Iii the ranks of the best dreened men of the p?ri?d, when once ^ a go forth into the world attired superbly in the prince-like contents er" crtfr ?nsg?$ issortment. You cau riot Help ifeittg pleased wit*? 02 ELEGANT SUITS, THE STYLISH PANTALOONS, ._ - THE HANBSOME 0VEE00ATS; All tile ?a!l and Winter style? for Boys and Children Two-e?rme?t 6?tte? Three-Garftefil Shits, Neat Little fc??t S?it? ?ud S?rir? Wjtfels. ALL THE NEW SHAPES IN STIFF ANS SOFT HATS; >ee our line of Boys' Caps. The finest line of Neckwear ever ehotfn in* t?t? city aud at popular prices: Iii o?*? SHOE DEFA&TMENT W? ??tiiitii fee surpassed for style and comftirt. Weaf a pair o? our Perfect Fitting Shoes. Sole agents for the best and leading makes ?f for L dies. Misses aud Gentlemen. We Invite Tour Attention to GUr G??Gerf Department. Fou wi!? always Sud our good** always pure, always fresh and always of th? v?ry best quality. Patronize us and you will set fbtir t?bfe wftS the best the market ??tird?. In our Jobbing Department We are offering special inducements to merchants ?iid you will s?v?' ro?n?jF ?& well as freight, by inspecting out gt?ck. J? Rettenberg <?* Northwest C?r. Main a?? Liberty Sts., Suistef4Si & Mail orders will receive prom pi attention. Samples sent upon application. Sept Fol* Staple and Fancy GROCERIES, rte handle everything kept iii ? First Class Groeer* ?t?? g??ran?ee ?v?rJP article sold; Shir Mixed Tea* *lMJ?{ lb?*!* ft** letM?? 5n city for $1 25 Try it ohce if fob want a fine Tea*; Olir Bi?ndi ???STE? COFFEE is th? best Co ee on the market to-day Try King?n & CVs reliable ttsm? ?iid Strip ?afctfii if fou w?nt a ??* lightful article. , . Always go to Kiiigm?li & Co's fot the best at lowest prices. Respectfully EINGMAN & CO. Sept. iL _ _^_ Levi Announce t? tlieir ?atrons iii S?MTER AND CLARENDON, That they ?r? etili prepared to meet competition4 ?hd will gitf? As Mach Goods F?*r $1 s?s any Firm? A?1 we ask is that you Conte aiid See what we show yo? arid then we will o? satisfied you will come again; I)I*y Goods* 3?r Dry G??ds D?partr?lent is complete, and we can show 3 6? Cashmere iTrom ?O?. to $1.25 peryd* Henrietta From 12c. to $1.25 pet yd. t??ni. Hair From 306. to f?c per yard; W? hav? Trintrtiings to suit ?ll Goods* Shoes. /V'e can sell $?? Shoes anywhere FrOm 2?G4 to ^6i??; Clothing. Ve hav? very fih? line ?f Clothing and invite your inspection^ Fatt?y Goods* Ye still carry a larg? awort?i?ent of 55EPHYI?S, SILKS, UN TOWN AND SAX?NY WOOL, and a great many fancy rticles. VYe always keep this stock fu?l and we ihfohn our* itdy friends that they can get anything they nded in this line? Call on us and sec for yourseires; Staple and Fancy Groeiries. W? keep a full supply on hand all the time. Give us your orders aud we will guarantee you First Class Goods* Respectfully, kVc Buy Cotton " H?eA^ ind sill Ties UCHJirOSi pnd Hnsiirinu, Sumter, S. C# g^g}es seul on application, ;