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A LETTER. . "I am prepared for and expect the worst, so do not pity me if your pride and judgment decide that we must part. I have told you that I can bear it. My arrangements are made for leaving Ben? ton the coming week, and if I must leave you also do not let me look upon you again. It would not be wise. I know well what your position demands, and ? accept my destiny. God bless you al? ways. Adieu." Thus ended my answer to David Woolsey's proposal for my hand. He ^ had never asked me to tell him of my former life, and I might have evaded it with him as I had with others, but I scorned to do that, so I sat dow:a and coolly and deliberately told him all how that poverty had followed me with a relentless hand and forced me into the hot and stifling factory when I was but 8 years old-would his pride cringe when he read that: I thought so-how that two yeajrs more found me working as a servant girl, and so, step by 3tep, I wrote down for him the whole of my strangely checkered life. I was not disappointed when the week went by without his coming-I should certainly have been had it been other? wise, and it was with a steady and de? termined hand that I finished my prepa? rations for leaving. I was going to Brierwood Brent as governess. My pres? ent; needs would be supplied. That was same satisfaction, and if David Woolsey chose to take another for his bride, as I expected he would, all I could ask of him was to keep away from my eyes. I stood out of doors the night before 1 left, looking over the dear old hills which had almost become a part of my? self since my stay in Benton, and was ' bidding each a silent, tearful farewell, when I saw David Woolsey riding slowly by. I did not wait to think, but, raising my. finger for him to stop, ran down through the yard into the street and reached up my hand in his. * 'I go in the morning, David. Good? bye" "Have you nothing more for ne?" j His face grew whiter than this paper J am writing on while he spoke. I hard * 3y understood him, but answered : "Nothing more. May God keep you, David Woolsey." He bent down until his breath floated . over my face, looked full into my eyes, as though it were the last time-as in? deed it was for many a day-then with a look cf such superb scorn that it thrill? ed every nerve in my body he turned his horse's head and galloped away. If we had parted friends, I believe I csold have borne it better, though I did not hate him for his scorn. It was not possible for me to. My love for him was too full and perfect for that. I had told him that I could bear it, and should I allow the burden to crush me now? God knows I was very weak. I found Brierwood Brent a quiet home. It was a quaint, curious pile, with its wide verandas, its odd looking wings and its high and sharply pointed arches. I had two pupils, both little girls, daughters of Mr. Bethel, my em? ployer. Details are tedious, and I will net dwell upon them. Enough to know that I resolutely kept the past away from my mind and turned my attention' to the present I had been there about six months when one evening there came a call for me. It was an unusual thing, for a gov? erness has few acquaintances and fewer friends, but I- did not stop to think who it was. If I had, I should, I suppose, have concluded that it was some one to see me on business, perhaps to hire a governess or something of the sort. I went directly to the parlor and found a Mr. Clayton there. I knew him by rep? utation as an honorable and influential man, but never spoke to him. Mrs. Bethel met me at the dcor, introduced ns and left us alone. He commenced the conversation by saying : "Miss Hyde, do not be startled at what I am going to say. I am a man of few words, and I came here tonight to ask you to be my wife. Your hand may not be free to bestow upon any one, but if it is have I any hope?" It was a-romantic courtship, wasn't it, reader? I did not say a word for fully five minutes, and then I said: "I thank you, Mr. Clayton, for hon? oring me by asking for my hand. It is certainly unexpected, but I have an an? swer fer you. I will be yours on one condition." "K?me it." "That you never refer to or ask about my past, lt has been very bitter, and it must slumber in its grave now. Enough that my character is unstained. " "I am satisfied. It shall be as you say. Tomorrow evening, with your cou? sent, I will spend hore. Good" night." He bowed and left the room. In six weeks I was married. Nov, to? night, as I sit here with the moonlight | flooding into my room and think over those years of my life, it seems like some brilliant, troubled dream. My am? bition was aroused. It had been kept at bay ail my life, but now it was unloosed, and, as love was nothing to me, that ruled my heart like an evil spirit. But let me tell you how I met David Woolsey agaiu. We, my husband and I, had received cards fora magnificent bull, and, as usu? al, we attended. During the evening, while I stood conversing with a group of gay ones, I felt a hand laid lightly upon my shoulder and turned to con? front the lightning glance of David Woolsey. I know I paled fearfully, but I did not lose my sc If command. Ho bent down to my ear and whispered, "Follow me in a few moments to tho conservatory. " There was determination iu his voice and something in his eye s which said, "Disobey if you dar?'!" I had no in? clination to, at ali events-. I would have seen him there if it had cost me my liff*. While the rest were talking I glided from the room and went where he directed. He was waiting alene to receive me. "I see that I am not forgotten, Mrs.; Clayton. I am disappointed. How many hearts have you held and thrown aw ay j ginee mine lay upon frour altar? How i rn^nv?" 1 He came close to me and fairly flung the words into my face. What did he mean? Before I had time to reply he went on : "I see that you have grown restless since we parted. I am restless, too, but -you see, I mean what I say-I will have quiet upon one subject tonight. As ycu hope for mercy hereafter tell me truly, Helen Hyde, whether you were trifling with me when you seemed to love me? No shrinking. I will know, I tell you!" I answered him slowly and bitterly : "You demand to know perhaps what I have no right to say, but no matter. I loved you then, I love yon n?w, and I shall love you always better than any? thing else upon earth. God is more merciful than man, and he may forgive me. If it is a sin, I cannot help it. But, David Woolsey, because yon chose to sacrifice my heart to your ambition it" He stopped me. "I sacrifice! How?" "Did you not receive a letter from me four days before I left Benton contain? ing my life?' * "Never!" It was explained now. Through some? body's carelessness it had been either mislaid or lost or found its way to the dead letter ofi?ce. It made little differ? ence which. I told him what I had written and what I had, of course, thought of him. And thus we parted forevermore.-New York News. A Reporter's Mishap. "A number of years ago," said a well known court official, "when Unit? ed States Supreme Justice Brown was on the bench in this city, I was assign? ed as a member of the staff to inter? view the judge at his home out on Jefferson avenue. I recollect that as the servant ushered me into the hall 1 observed a lot of rugs scattered here and there and that as I stepped upon the clean.spaces along the corridor l discovered that the floor was waxed to a magnificently slippery degree. I was forced to move with mincing caution far from graceful. "Approaching the library door I saw a rug-a white bear skin, I believe, and resolved to make a leap over it. With a spring I vaulted, my foot landed on the rug, the rug slid away and down I went flat upon the floor. Meanwhile Judge Brown had arisen from his li? brary table and. noticing my mishap, he began laughing. Reaching me, he helped me to my feet and remarked with assumed dignity: " *Look here, sir. Don't you know that in this age, this land and this house, such servile formality ls not at all necessary?' "And then I got my interview and found it an agreeable undertaking." Detroit Free Press. The Sword Walking: Trick. "I had a little party of Jap jugglers on the road in 1S01," said an ex-the? atrical manager, "and got on to a good many of their tricks. Most of them were surprisingly simple in reality, and one that I don't remember ever having seen explained was the feat of walking bqj-ef coted up a ladder of sharp swords. The swords were of the na? tive straight bladed shape and were so keen that they would easily slice a handkerchief in two in mid air. "Before sticking them through the uprights to form the ladder the head Jap always passed his thumb along the edge of each from hilt to tip. As he aid so he drew out a narrow steel tape which was coiled on a spring in the handle. The tape had a |^>le in the end which caught on the point and held it in place, and it completely shielded the edge. After the walking was over it was quietly released as the swords were being taken out and flew up into the handle again. The weapon could then be passed around for in? spection. Most people supposed that the Jap used some chemical to toughen his soles, but the truth was as I have ctated."--New Orleans Times-Demo? crat. A Story of Cullom. Just at the busv time one afternoon when the crowds from the depart? ments packed the cars a tired looking man with ii painful limp came in with the crowd at the Fifteenth street transfer station and stood clinging to a strap just in front of Senator Cul? lom. The senator looked up, and, see? ing the weary face, instantly rose and offered his seat. The man demurred. Thc senator insisted. "Sit down, sit down," said he cheer? ily. "You mustn't stand; sit down." The man sank into the seat, and the tall Illinoisan contented himself with a strap. From beneath a great poppy laden hat the bright eyes of a little girl, near whom he stood, peered up at him eagerly. At last he looked down and saw her. "Won't you take my seat?" she said politely. The senator smiled down at her and shock his head. "No, thank you, child," he said. "You mustn't ever give up your seat to a man. It sets a bad example."-Chi? cago Tribune. rhotOKraphins; by Heat. A sensitive plate exposed to dark heat waves will ultimately become af? fected. With the piate still covered the same result would occur from light waves, such as proceed from the sun? light. A fair test is to expose an aluminium disk to their action. X rays penetrate this metal, and it is probable that heat waves and others can affect ihe photographic plate. Hardly Sentimental. Mrs. Julia Ward Howe's sense <>f the ridiculous has always been a saving grace, leading her t?> avoid grandilo? quence. ()n one occasion a lady at Newport, trying to get a ? i 11 ? * sentiment out of her. s:iid one moonlit, evening on :t vine hung veranda, "Airs. Howe, do s:iy something lovely about my i>;:r,: y.a!" Whereupon ev.-ry one listened for the reply. In her delicately cultivated voice Mrs. Howe responded, "I think it is a bully piaz."-San Francisco Argonaut. AMS AS FIGHTERS. THE TINY WARRIORS ARE FEROCIOUS IN BATTLE. So Vicion* Are They That Even the Largest Animals Dare Xot Meet Them lu Combat - A Man Whom Their Bites Made a Raving Maniac. "I was one of six American miners who were routed from their camp by a Venezuelan ant army," said a mining expert who lately arrived from Vene? zuela. "We retreated before the in? vaders without making a fight, and for two good reasons. In the first place we would have got the worst of the encounter, and, secondly, we knew that if we let them alone they would do us a good service. "Shortly after dawn one Sunday our native cook burst in upon us with the news that we were about to be attack? ed by an army of ants. We had heard enough about ant armies to know what to do. We arose hastily, and ev? ery ounce of provisions that was not sealed in cans or in jars was hurriedly piled on a table, the four legs of which were immersed in as many basins of water. Every maneuver that is known to the armies of civilized humans you may safely expect from an ant army, but the little black warriors have never /earned to swim. Our provisions thus protected, we left the camp to itself and -went out to reconnoiter for the in? vaders and to watch their assault from a distance. The army was mak? ing fair time. An irregular patch of black 10 feet wide and double as long was swarming steadily toward our camp. As the army was in no way disturbed by our presence it was pos? sible to approach its lines closely. There must have been millions upon millions of little soldiers marching hip to hip. At the head marched the lead? er. On went the army, up the posts of the camp and then within. "Once within, the army spread itself in all directions, forming hundreds of little attacking parties. The camp was an old palm thatched affair and so in? fested with scorpions, centipeds and spiders that we had been on the point of destroying it. Now, however, the ants had come and would clean house for us, and therefore they were wel? come. The ants swarmed up the joists and the dry leafy walls, and wherever there was a spider or a bug there was a brief tussle and a dead foe. But there was bigger game in store for the invaders. "The star battle was with an im? mense centiped, one of the bluish gray kind, about seven inches long and as big around as your middle finger. He darted out of a hole like a blue streak, evidently trusting to his speed and superior strength to run through the enemy's ranks. But he didn't go three feet before he was stopped. Ants literally covered him. He turned on himself and swept them from his back, but before he had gone another three feet he was buried beneath another swarm of his plucky assailants. And then began a fight to the death. Again and again he swept his tormentors from his back while from all sides humed streams of ants to take the piace of fallen comrades. The wrig? gling of the big fellow became less vio? lent as the fight progressed, and final? ly, after an effort, which I well knew was a desperate last one, he remained quiet while what little life was left in him was bitten out of him. Later, when the army had retreated and when we had swept up the centipeds and scor? pions and lizards and a tarantula which the ant army had vanquished, we put the hero of the star battle un? der a quartz magnifying glass. The bodies of dead ants still clung to their foe. From his back, from his legs, from wherever there was a chance for a hold, the bodies of ants dangled, hold? ing on, I suppose, by their teeth. "Perhaps you wonder what would happen to a man who would under? take to fight an army of ants, assum? ing, of course, that the man relies 0:1 his natural means of defense-his hands and feet. I can best illustrate that by the rare story of an unfortu? nate who was brought to a hospital in Caracas shortly before my return home. The man was a coolie who had worked on a cocoa plantation in a creek not far from Caracas. Following a habit of some of his countrymen, tho coolie, owing to the heat, had left his comp and stretched himself on the ground to sleep outdoors. Exactly what followed no ene can say with cer? tainty. Presumably he was surrounded and covered by au army of ants be? fore he awakened. At dawn the shrieks and cries of a man in agon}* aroused the inmates of the camp, who ran out to learn the cause. "The man was gesticulating wildly and calling for help, whiled he squirm? ed and writhed and slapped his face and neck and chest and legs in a mad effort to slap himself all ever at once. Ile was standing in the midst of an army of ants and was too distracted with pain to run away. Then he did exactly \vha| a panther or leopard does when he is being overcome, -he man threw himself to the ground to roll hts tormentor ro death. A single active white man could have saved the poor wretch, but thc? stupefied, barelegged coolies (hired not, or thought not, of rosene, while the victim himself was too crazed with agony to seek other than instant relief. From a slight per? sonal experience 1 know the poor fel? low was burning in a fire which would take hours to kill him. "Finally a bystander regained his wits and rushed into the midst of the army and dragged tin* man after him .-?nd threw him i||<? the creek. The j rescue came too late. The victim be came unconscious. His velvety, brown skin was a pink mass ol' raw bites. When he came to the hospital, he was ! bound hand and foot, a maniac, whose i continuous notion was th.it he was be- j ing eaten by auls."-New York Sun. Most people who rob Peter to pay Paid forget the last part of the. con? tract.- .New York News. THE END OP A BANDIT HOW SAM BASS MET A VIOLENT DEATH IN A TEXAS TOWN. The Shooting of the Notorious Des? perado Wa? the Outcome of a De? liberate Marier Committed hy One of His Gang- of Outlavrs. "In the little town of Round Rock, in Williamson county, Tex., not more than 30 miles distant from Austin, re? pose the remains of on i of the most desperate highwaymen that ever oper? ated in our section," said Mr. I. N. Crocker of the Lone Star State to a re? porter. "It was in the spring of ISIS that Sam Bass met his fate in this sleepy little town, and when he died with his boots on the southwest was rid of a criminal who was easily the peer of Jesse James, though he hadn't quite as long a run as that noted outlaw. Bass was a product of Michigan-at least his sister, a gentle girl, came down from some town in that state to see that his body was decently interred. "Bass had collected about him a com? pany of as hardened thieves as ever engineered a hold up. The gang had robbed a number of trains in Missouri and Arkansas and concluded they would make one more good haul in Texas before riding across the border into Mexico, where they proposed to stay in retirement for a season. "Bass had planned the looting of the only bank at Round Rock as an easier job and doubtless a better paying one i than tackling a train, which feat had \ been performed too often to be thor? oughly safe. By changing his pro? gramme to raiding a village bank there might be more lucre and less risk. "So on that lovely morning in May when he and his fellow thieves rode into the unsuspicious town they chuckled to think what an easy job it would be to transfer the bank's cash to their pockets. So thoroughly certain were they of getting off with the ? plunder that they were in no haste about the matter. One wanted to get a I shave, another went into a restaurant and so they scattered singly over the ' place, but there was an understanding I as to the time of attack, and a rendez ! vous was fixed upon. "Meanwhile, unknown to the bandits, a squad of mounted Texas rangers had ! been pressing hard upon the trail of j the bad men, and within an hour after the Bass outfit entered Round Rock Sergeant Dick Ware, with eight or ten rangers, also reached* the scene. He wasn't aware of the presence of the robbers, nor did they dream that the officers of the law were in that vicinity. Neither did any citizen of the town have the remotest idea of the identity of certain rough looking men, strangers in the place. But they might be cow? boys from some distant west Texas cattle ranch, for the presence of such was too common to occasion notice. "The climax came quite by accident. One of the ruffians who had sauntered into a store to make a few purchases, in reaching for his purse to make pay? ment disclosed a big Colt's revolver. The Texas law against carrying guns was strict, and it so happened that the man who saw the weapon was none other than the town marshal, as brave a fellow as ever lived, lie walked up to the desperado and said quite cour? teously: "'My friend, I'll have to relieve you of that six shooter.' " '111 give it to you, then,' said the robber with an oath, and in a second had drawn his weapon and fired upon the marshal, who fell dead at the re? port. "Upon this the robber rushed out of the store, and immediately his com? rades came running to the spot, but no faster than did the rangers with their Winchesters, ready for action. In a second it seemed as if both sides had the situation revealed, and the robbers turned to run to where their horses stoo<l tied, a block from where the murder of the marshal occurred. Be? fore he had run 50 yards Dick Ware had sent a bullet into the head of Barnes, Bass' lieutenant, which laid the highwayman low. "Bass, mortally wounded, managed to get upon his horse, which he urged to breaknock speed. The animal ran for about three miles till he reached the open prairie and stopped to graze. As he did so his rider, unable to sit longer iu the saddle from loss of blood, fell to the ground. "When they found him a few hours later, he was dying. Ile recognized Sergeant Ware as the man who had killed him and said he wanted Ware to have his horse. He regretted their procrastination in robbing the bank, for if they had ouly known the ran? gers were so near they could have fin? ished the job and escaped."-Washing? ton Post In tho Ideal Society. In the ideal society the host will not entertain the stranger guest with aston? ishing statements of the money getting achievement of his neighbors and fel? low revelers. When a noble portrait painted by some great foreign artist of the host's wife or daughter is exhibited, the guest will not be allowed to know tho amount of the chick rendered in lieu of it. If thc host has written a rather successful book upon political economy or finance, he will not confide tin- retail price of the volume in question when about to offer to present a copy t>> his friend. Il a man takes a stranger for a drive behind a beautiful and covetable pair o?' weil bred horses, the stranger will not nei d i<> know thc price paid for them in order to appreciate their merits. If a new room-some grand salon titted with tapestries i?om a decayed palace of the ?.hi world-is thrown open, the astonishing cost of these sumptuous draperies will not be whispered about among tho guests. When a lovely wom? an is pointed out at a ball, the chain of jewels around hi r swanlike neck will not be appraised by her exhibitor. I al? most think that, in your id? al society, there should be n<? such word as dollar. -North America)! Review. Fish as Fighter*. The inhabitants of Cochin China and Siam have known the fighting capacity of a savage little fish for many years, and have long been in the habit of making matches between those owned by different men, just as Mexicans match gamecocks and some Americans and Englishmen bull puns. When a match is made the parties to it having laid their bets bring their specimens of the fierce little Betta pugnax in globes of water. Both are put into one globe and without a moment's hesita? tion they fly at cac1' >ther and do not cease fighting unth one of the com? batants is killed by the other. It is only a year or two since speci? mens of this fish were brought to Paris, but now many are owned in Paris, and it is said that the demand for good specimens is constantly on the increase. They are beautifully spotted with red and blue and would attract attention in any aquarium by their colors alone. The savage nature be? hind the beauty would hardly be sus? pected-Chicago Inter Ocean. No Cure For Seasickness. Notice should be taken of the efforts which have from time to time been made by the marine architect to miti? gate the miseries of seasickness. He has doubled his ship, he has slung his ship as in a cradle. To no purpose. The life of the channel steward remains an arduous one. Seasickness is not to be conquered by the shipwright. If it was merely the rolling motion that creates nausea, then a hammock or a cot would be as sure a relief as a twin ship or a cradle hung saloon. Sea? sickness is caused by the several mo? tions of the sea combined, and the worst of these movements the builder cannot possibly deal with-I mean the trough into which the ship falls, and the liquid acclivity to whose frothing head she leaps.-Clark Rus? sell in Pall Mall Gazette. - i Missed the Opportunity. Mrs. Bargane-Haven't you got a toothache. John? Mr. Bargane-No, my dear. Why? Mrs. Bargane-Oh, I am so sorry that you have not. I bought a new tooth? ache cure today at a bargain, and I wanted you to try it-Baltimore Jew? ish Comment. "What to Say About the Baby. The wise bachelor who is called upon to compliment the new heir of his wedded friend can make himself popu? lar by declaring with emphasis, "Well, that is a baby." There is no gainsaying that. It isn't a bit complimentary and sounds like strong praise.-Philadel? phia Times. Atlantic Coast Line. WILMINGTON, COLUMBIA AND AF GUSTA ?RAILROAD. * Condensed Schedule. Dated April 17, 1893. TRAINS GOING SOUTH. Leave Wilmington Leave Marion Arrive Florence Leave Florence Arrive Sumter Leave Sumter Arrive Columbia ?No. 55 No. 35 p. ta. *3 45 ? 34 7 15 p. m. a. m *7 45 ?3 25 8 57 4 29 No. 62 !8 57 *9 40 IO 20 ll 00 No. 52 runs through from Charleston via Centrel R. R , leaving Charleston 7 a. m.. Lanes S 34 a rn, Manning 9 09 a m TRAINS GOING NORTH Leav-e Columbia Arrive Sumter Leave Sumter Arrive Florence Leave Fl&i-ence Leave Marion Arrive Wilmington *DaiIy. tDaily eicept Sunday. No. 53 runs through to Charleston, S. C.1 Central R. R., arriving Mann.ug 5 41 p na, Lanes 6-17 p rr, Charleston 8.00 p m. Tr:\inson Conway Branch leave Chadoourn 5 35 p m, arrive Conway 7 40 p m, return? ing leave Conway 8 30 a m, arrive Ctiad bourn ll 20 am, leave Chadnourn ll 50 a m. arrive Hub 12 25 p rn, returning ?eave Hub 3.00pta, arrive Chadbourn 3 35 am, Daily j except Sunday. J. R KEN IT, Gen'I Manager. T M. EMERSON, Traffic Manager. 3. M. EMERSON. Gen'IPass Agent Atlantic Coast Liie Railroad Company of Senth Carolina. | CONDENSED SCHEDULE. In effect November 20th, 189S. SOUTHBOUND. No. 35 No blt 8 02 am 8 45 am 9 25 am ! 4 29 am 5 17 am 5 45 am j 9 15 am i 5 40 am 6 12 am No. 54 No. 53 a. m. p. m *S 40 ?4 00 8 05 5 13 No. 32 a. m. p. m. 8 05 *6 06 |9 20 .7 20 a. m. 9 50 10 30 1 15 Lv Darlington, Lv Elliott, Ar Sumter, Lv Sumter, Ar Creston, Lv Creston, Ar Pregoalls, Ar Orungeourg, Ar Denmark, NORTHBOUND. No 32 No. SOU 4 17 pm 4 00 pm 10 00 am 3 1)0 pm 5 13 pm 6 03 pm 6 40 px I 7 20 pm ! 8 05 pm : IPailv exe pt Sunday. Trains 82 ami 35 ctrrv tbrouzh Pullman Palace Buffet Hepping <:ars be* ween Nev^ j York and Macon via Augusta. T. M EMERSON, H. il. EMERSON, j Traffic Manager. Gen'l Pass A?t | J. R. KENLY, Gen 1 Manager. ! Lv Denmark Lv OrHtiiif'burg, Lv Pregm'.Us,. Ar Creiton, Lv Creston, Ar Sumter, Lv Sumter, A: ElHott, Ar Darlington, SOUTHERN R?ILW?Y. Condensed Schedule in Effect June 11th, 1899. No.ll No. :i\ " TTV" ?No. 6'No 12 Doily Daily EASTERN TIM... pafiy-Daily 630p 7 00a Lv... Charleston ... Ar;ll 00a! 81Tp 609p 7 41a: 14 ..Summerville.. " 1018a 732p 750p 855a " ...Branchville... " 8 52a: 602p 8 24p' ?? 23a " .. .OrangebuJi:... " S 22a 5 2?>p 9 2Up 10 15a "... Ringville .... 44 7 SUa! 4 38p 10 48a! 44 Camdon JunetionLv'. 350p 1140aAr.Camden.Lv. 300p 10 lOp ll 00a [Arv. ..Columbia... ..Lv 6 45a: 355r> *630pl 7 OOa'Lv.. .TTa?rl?st?n ? . . Ar~?l O?a 817p 750p! ?l?a " ...Branchville... " 8 52a 602p 819p! 9 41a 44 ....Bamber? 44 8 24a 533p 831p? 9 52a 44 ... Denmark .... 44 , 8 Ila 519p 850p 1010a: 44 .. .Blackville.44 ! 7 56a 503p 957p!ll0?a: ".Aiker." 7 02a! 400p 1045p'll51a:Ar.Augustaun.d.Lv 44 I 6 20a! 310p ! Ex. I Sun. I Es. ! Sun. ' only ? Sun. Lv. Augusta . 7 00ai 9 30aj 5 21p Ar. Sandersville. 100p? 119p 9 09p 44 Tennille.j 130p 130p; 9 21p Lv. Tennille.j 5 15a? 310p| 310p 44 Sandersville. 5 25a 321p 3 23p Ar. Augusta. 9 00a 710p 830p i Mix. i Mix. j jDailylExsuj Lv. Allendale. 44 Barnwell... 44 Blackville . Ar. Batesburg. 6 45a 725a 45a 1230p' 100p' 330p! j Mix. ! Mix. : Sun. |Exsu:Exsu only Lv. Batesburg.?.j 4 2op. 44 Blackville. 10 20a? 7 OOpilQ loa 44 Barnwell.;l0 45a 7 35p?10 35a Ar. Allendale.. ? . . !.1 830plll 15a Atlanta and Beyond. Lv. Charleston..-. 7 UOa! ?S?pf. Ar. Augusta.ll 51a:1045p. 44 Atlanta. *20p? 5 00a;. Lv. Atlanta.ll00p 515a 400p Ar. Chattanooga.. 5 ?5a? 9 25ai 840p Lv. Atlanta.! 580a! 4l5p Ar. Birmingham.?ll 20a 1010p 44 Memphis, (via Birmingham)... 880p; 7 45a Ar. Lexington..| 500p! 5 00a 44 Cincinnati.:. 730p! 7 45a 44 Chicago.j 7 15a ; 530p Ar. Louisville.! 7 85p 7 55a 44 St. Louis. 7 04ai 600p Ar. Memphis. (via Chattanooga >..!_..| 740a To Asheville-Cincinnati-Louisville. EASTERN TIME. j Daily .Daily 24<?pj 93?p 4 19a 12 07a Lv. Augusta... 44 Ba'cesburg. Lv. Charleston. 7 00a! 5 30p Lv. Columbia (.Union Depot ).?ll 40a! 8 30a Ar. Spartanburg .;310p:1125a 44 Asheville. 700p 240p " Knoxville.I 415al 7 20p " Cincinnnati.! 730pl 7 45a " Louisville (via, JeDico).I.| 6 50a To Washington and the East. Lv. Augusta.i 240p| 930? 44 Batesburg.! 419pl207a 44 Columbia (Union Depot).? 523p? 215a Ar. Charlotte.\ 845p| 915a Ar. Danville.jl2 55aj 122p Ar. Richmond.?? 6 00a; 625p Ar. Washington.j 7 40a! 905p 44 Baltimore Pa. R. R.! 912a 1125D " Philadelphia.ill 35a; 250a " New York.! 203p; 6 23a Sleeping Car Line between Charleston and Atlanta, via Augusta, making connections at Atlanta for all points North and West. Solid Trains between Charleston and Ashe? ville, carrving elegant Pullman Buffet Parlor Cars. Connections at Columbia with through train.? for Washington and the East : also for Jackson? ville and all Florida Points. FRANK S. GANNON, J. M. CULP, Third V-P. & Gen. Mgr., Traffic Manager, Washington, D. C. Washington, D. C GEORGE B. ALLEN, Div. Pass. Agt.. Charleston. S. C. W. A. TURK, S. H. HARDWICK, Gen'l Pass. Agt. Asst. Gen'l Pass. Agt. Washington. D. C. Atlanta, Ga. Vinegar. I have on hand a lot of Home-made Vinegar of very fine quality. The flavor is dei icate, while the strength is equal to any to be had. Will be sold at my residence for 40 cents per gallon. UT, G. ?STEEft. ATLANTIC COAST LINE North-Eastern R. R. of S. C CONDENSED SCHEDULE. TRAINS GOING SOUTH Dated No. No. No. API. 17, '99 35? 23* 53?_ am pm Le Florence 3 25 7 45 Le Kingstree 8 55 Ar Lane3 4 33 9 13 po ' ^ Le Lanes 4 33 9 13 6 20 Ar Charleston 6 03 10 50 8 00 TRAINS GOING NORTH. No. No. No. 78* 32* 52* a tn pm am Le Charleston 6 33 4 49 7 00 Ar Lane* 8 03 6 14 8 32 Le Lanes 8 03 6 14 Le Kingstree S 20 Ar Florence 9 20 7 20 am pm am ?Daily. tDatly except Sunday. No 52 runs through to Columbia via Cen? tra! R. R. of S. C. Trains Nos. 78 and 32 run via Wilson and Fayetteville-Short Line-and make close connection for all points North. TiAins on C. & D R. R. leave Florene? * daily except Snncay 9 50 a m, arrve Darling? ton 10 15 a ru, Hartville 9 15 a m, Cberaw ll 30 a m, Wadesboro 2 25 p m. Leave Florence daily except Sunday 7 55 p m, ar? rive Darlington 8 20 p m. Bennettsville 9 17 pm, Gibton 9 45 p m. Leave Florence Sunday only 9 30 am. arrive Darlington 10 05 a m LeaV? Gibson dai! except Sunday 6 00 a rn, Bennettsville 7 00 a m, arrive Darling? ton 8 00 H ta, leave Darlingron S 50 a m, ar? rive Florence 9 15 ara. Leave Wadesboro daily exc?pt Sunday 3 00 pm, Cberaw 4 45 pm, Hartville 7 00 a m, Darlington 6 S^^? p rn, arrive Florence 7 00 p m. Leave D$f?H lington Sunday only 8 50 a m, arrive Flor-^^ ence 9 15 a ra. J. R KENLEY, JNO. F. DIVINE. G?o: Manager. Gen'l Sup'tj T. M. EMERSON, Traffic Manager. H. M EMERSON, Gen'l Pasa. Agent