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&& : .. ' 'v>" . : . :-5 ; ! iV/A ? VOICES OF THE BELLS. Listen to the Christinas bells! While all the world is praying, aJ. They are pealing, swelling, telling, And this is what the bells are saying: We are the voices of vedas and sagas We are the tongues of prophet and priest, We are the lips of the sibilant sleepers Who dreamed of a star in the purple east Hard by the gates of the mystical morn When the Christ was born. ; \ We are the prayers of the wandering magi On Syrian deserts all level and lone. We are^he chorus of Judtean shepherds, We are the notes that from heaven were blows Frorp the golden throat of an angel's hort .) When the Christ was born. We are the teardrops of grief and of sorrow, We are the echoes of yesterday's pain, We are the jubilant voice of tomorrow? Lo, peace on earth! Let thy good will reign! So our lips break silence on Christmas mora When the Christ was born. ^ ?Chicago Times. SA^TA CLAUS CAME. IS'7: "If you please, 6ir"? "Eh? What now?" The crusty old gentleman turned suddenly and sharply and glared from beneath his shaggy eyebrows at the little figure beside him. T1!* figure was that of a girl 8 years old perhaps, but small and frail. She wore an inn; int-us sunbonnet that might have been made for the wife of the giant Blunderbore, so out of proportion was it to ? the diminutive wearer, and out of its v depths peered a thin little faco, with big, frightened brown eyes. Her clothing was so clean and neat that one scarcely noticed how very poor it was, and as she stared up Into the terrible face above her one of the little feet wriggled uneasily ill the depths of the costly rug. "If you please, sir, mother said to tell you that she couldn't come up today because 6he's sick." The childish treble was a little shaken this time, for the shaggy eyebrows were very close to her, and they gave the old gentleman a look that was terrible beyond belief. He was in a dreadful temper, this crusty old gentleman,'and nothing made him angrier than for poor people to get into his house. He hated the sight of poverty, and all his servants had special orders to guard the doors and the gates and to see that no moan of woe or want ever reached his ears. And yet, after all, this little beggar had slipped past the bolts and bar into his very study, where his own servants scarcely dared to enter. I don't know what dreadful thing might have happened if it had not been for that one little word "mother" in the child's fluttering 6peech. Children so seldom speak the word nowadays that It gave a little shock of surprise. Instantly he found himself looking beyond the child, at an old, long forgotten scene?a little cabin, with a white country road winding past it and an awkward boy going down the road, stopping at the last curve to wave his hand to his mother, who stood in the door watching him go out into the world. Then he remembered himself and asked sharply; "And who is your mother, pray, and why should she come here?" "Please, sir," said the quavering little voice, "mother's the dust woman." "The what!" ejaculated the old gentleman, with another dreadful frown. "She comes up once a week and dusts the bric-a-brac," explained the child. "The housekeeper hired her. She says she doesn't feel equal to it herself, and mother does It so nicely." s "Aha!" muttered the old gentleman with an angry gleam in the eyes under those fearful brows. "So Mrs. Murray brings outsiders into the house when my baok is turned, does she? They're all alike, a pack of cheats and robbers! I'll teach ber to violate my confidence and fill my house with irresponsible people! You may stay in this room till Mrs. Murray comes. Do you hear? And then I shall have a message to send to your mother." He rang the bell violently and ordered ? ? M k. ??4. LllUli xurs. isxunay uo ouuv iu uuu ao suuij as she returned. Having made this satisfactory arrangement, he took up his paper again and ignored the little figure in the sunbonnet. But before he had read a dozen lines there was a light touch on his arm, and the brown eyes were looking up into his. "Please, sir, may I look out of the window while we're waiting?" He was so astonished that he could not reply for a moment, but he did finally give a scornful grunt of assent. There was silence in the room for a long time. Not a clock ticked, for old Mr. Roberts could not endure the ticking of clocks. Not a leaf stirred, not a cricket chirped. The stillness disturbed him at last, and he looked up. The child was out on the little balcony, leaning on the stone balustrade. Her bonnet had fallen off, j and the sunlight, falling on the mass of j brown hair, wove it full of gleams of gold. Another touch on his arm?there she 1 ?* UAw kan?1 ctinli o 1 Iffla iy>Awnnl n OS Q^dlU. ilWl UUUU OUVU UliUViVUJViDV* of a hand?trembled with some new emotion, and her eyes shone with a strange ! light. "It must be nice to live on a hill!" was what she said. The old gentleman in the armchair had never been more astounded in his life. He > stared at her and forgot to say anything. "I have always wanted to live on a hill," she went on. "Our house is away down yonder, and you can't see anything but the houses across the street. But up ; hero you can look so far, and the sky's so close to you. Don't you think people can be better when they live on a hill?" The newspaper fell to the floor unheeded, and the crusty old gentleman and the little girl looked at one another. After awhile the old gentleman went to the balcony and looked down to the roofs of the crowded houses in the narrow streets be- j low and then away to the far horizon. ' This beautiful home of his crowned the ! summit of this purple hill and was uplifted so far above the noise and dust and wretchedness of the city that lay below. Truly, it was a pleasant thing to live on a hill. He had never thought of it before, but all at once he fancied himself down among those miserable tenements, looking ; up at this beautiful home and thinking j how near to heaven it reached. There was a hurried tap at the door, and Mrs. Murray presented herself. Her comfortable figure was attired still in the neat dress that she had worn in tbe street. Her round face was wreathed with smiles, but she was obviously fluttered and quaking with fear. "Did you leave word that you wanted to see me, sir?" she asked and then waited for the blow to fall. "Mrs. Murray," said the old gentleman in his stiffest and most formal manner, "am I to understand that you have employed a woman to come here once a wee If and dust the bric-a-brac?" " Yes, sir. Mra. Holmes her name is, PTOiiT " ~ 1 SELLS JOHNSON'S TONIC, and guarantei or money refunded. Vi fail to call and see my s P. 13 and she's very careful, sir.1 I couldn't d better myself. *' She glanoed up anxiously at the woode countenance beforo lior. What tcrribl thing was ho going to say next? "Mrs. Murray, the woman has sent thi child to say that sho is too ill to conu That will do. You will oxcuso her unt! she recovers." Mn \Tiirr/w wnnf, luiok tn hf>r nv room and fell into a clinir. If it had bee consistent with the dignity of Mr. Robert? housekeeper to stagger, she certain! would have staggered. She kept repoatin to herself: "Did you ever?" and "I can' believe it." She said afterward that yo might have knocked hor down with straw, though that was figurative, c course. This was the beginning of Marjorie' visits to the great house on the hill. He mother did not come again, but every da; the big sunbonnet went toiling up, am then the glint of the golden hair would b seen in the great rooms where no child hai ever strayed before. Not that she was bois terous, or laughing, or chlUlike in an; way. She would sit in Mrs. J. array's roon for hours, with her Hands folded on he lap, watching the lady at Jier work am sometimes talking softly, or she woul( follow her from room to room, gazinj nrlf-.Vi ront rlnli trhf. nh prnn? hruinf-.ifiil Mr. Roberts knew that she was in th house, but he 6aid nothing. He was con scious sometimes that the child stoppe< near him and stood with her hands behin< her, regarding hiin with grave scrutiny but he did not drive her away, as he migh have been expected to do a few weeks be fore. He was in his study one morning whei he heard Mrs. Murray como into the ad joining room. The door was ajar, and softly as she spoke, her words came to hin distinctly. "That was a present from my son las: Christmas," she said. "Dear boy! H< never fails to send me something ever} Christmas and every birthday." Then came a small voice, full of wistfu meaning: "Mrs. Murray," it said, "do you likt Christmas?" "Why, Marjorie!" was the shocked re ply. "Why, of course, I do! Everybodj likes Christmas!" "I don't," 6aid the small voice?such a desolate little voice it seemed. "I had rather leave Christmas out Oi! the year." "Marjorie!" No words could express the horror and amazement :n Mrs. Murray's tone. "I would!" The small voice had grown thinner and higher in its paiitful intensity. "What's the use of a Christmas that never gets to some people at all? There was liti "n?i n U ^ X _ 4-U^ Liu iainu jrei/ur rrauhs, wnu IIYCU iu iuv room opposite to ours, and, oh, he wanted a Christmas so much, Mr.,. Murray! He used to hang his stocking up every year, overy single year, and he always thought there'd be something in it next morning, but there never was anything?not a single thing?and now poor Peter's dead, and he never had a Christmas in all his life!" '"My dear! My dear!" The old gentleman in the study heard the exclamation, and he knew that the voice that uttered it was full of tears. He rose hastily and slipped out of the study and then ordered his carriage and went driving. The day following was Christmas eve. Carriers from town were busy all day bringing in the presents that he had bought for the servants, and there was great happiness in the servants' hall, with much confusion and many awkward attempts to thank the master, who waved off every such attempt with an air of lofty patronage. Outside of this family of servants he had never given any ono a present in all his life. He had never contributed to charities, publio or private. He had never helpod the poor?indeed he had never listened to their appeals. Ho had important business in another city which would keep him away all through Christmas week, he explained to Mrs. Murray, and he must leave that evening. In the afternoon he muffled himself in greatcoat and furs and drove away, and as soon as the carriage was half way down the hill the servants relaxed from their usual stiff propriety and began to enjoy themselves in their own Way. A telegram was handed to Mr. Roborts at the station as he was about, to buy his ticket. What little things sometimes />Ua*>/?A AAI1W0A AC Q 1 \ fo I TKA l?_ U1JD ? ilvlD WU1SO V4 M iliv X4IO #U* formation thus received made the trip unnecessary, and after loitering about the city for awhile he returned home on foot and entered his house quietly by a side door. Sounds of boisterous merriment came from the servants' quarters, and the owner of the house frowned ominously. So this was the way they took advantage of his absence? He made his way to his study, unseen by any one, and shut himself in?a lonely, selfish, desolate old man. Even the fire, which still burned in the grate, annoyed him, and he withdrew behind a screen and threw himself into an easy chair. He heard Mrs. Murray como in after awhile, but she only moved about softly and decorously, setting things in order, and he did not speak. She was just passing into the sitting room when she gave a little cry of alarm, followed by the exclamation: "Mercy me, child! How you frightened mel" "Mrs. Murray," said a thin little voice ?a voice that Mr. Roberts had heard before?"I've come up here to stay all night!" The listener behind the screen heard Mrs. Murray fall into a chair and again she cried, "Mercy me!" "I just had to come!" the eager voice went on. "Mother's very, very slok?and she needs things, Mrs. Murray?and maybe Santa Claus might bring 'em if he knew ?and how is he to know when he never Dn4- T <1 T 4-a uuiiiua luuier jjuu x jiuow u. x wouu iv some fine house he'd como and fled me, and so I came here.'' "Poor child! Poor child!" Mrs. Murray had gathered the little waif to her bosom and was rocking her softly to and fro. The old gentleman behind the screen could see that by the shadow on the floor. He could see, too, that the housekeeper was furtively wiping her eyes. Presently she rallied and said cheerily: "I'll tell you what we'll do, Marjorie. I'll go right down and see your mother, and you shall go with me, and, who knows, maybe Santa Claus will come there, after all." "Oh, no, he won't!" replied the child with sorrowful conviction. "You don't know that place! Santa Claus has never heard of it! He goes to rich people's houses, and so I've come here, and I must see him tonight?oh, I must, Mrs. Murray! I don't Care for any other Christmas after this, but I must pee him tonight, on mother's account, you know." There was a dismayed silence on Mrs. Murray's part, but presently she said: "Well, come along Into Mr. Roberts' Btudy?thank goodness he's away from Tip, Dniwst .1_J.1V JLy 1 V CHILL AND FEVER 3s it to cure CHILLS rhen in Abbeville don't stock. . SPEED. o home?and fit here beforo the firo till I come back. I'll take John and go down n and see your mother." $ In another minute the sound of her retreating footsteps had died away, and the is old gentleman, peeping from behind the ), screen, saw a little figure sitting before [j the Are, gazing Intently into the glowing coals. x D Dusk was settling down over the city, n He bad not been conscious of it until the electric burner above his table flashed Into y sudden radiance. The flash startled the g child, and he heard her moving softly t about. What was she jlolng? Preparing u to steal something probably. These chiln dren from the tenement districts were all ,j thieves. But, no! When he ventured to look s again, she was at the study table?his ta~ j ble?writing. She had his saored pen, y which no other mortal had ever dared to j touch, and she was writing slowly and lae boriously. Could presumption go farther j than that? What would these people bo trying to do next? y It took her a long time to write the let , ter, but at last it was finished, and she laid r the pen down with a weary sigh. Then ^ she unrolled a little bundle that had been ] lying beside her and shook out?could the 2 watcher believe his eyes??a stocking, a , poor, forlorn, ragged little stocking! Now - what, onuld slio want with that? She stood on tiptoe and peered Ground j the corners of the mantel for a place to 3 hang it. Finally something struck her fancy as suitable, and she began pushing j a heavy chair toward the mantel. When . it was near enough, she climbed upon it and hung the stocking upon the " brave j caduceus" of the bronze Mercury that he had bought last year in Rome and for which he had paid such a price! j Presently she had jumped down and was surveying the stocking with the greatb est pride. Then the note was carefully 3 folded, and sho climbed upon, the ohalr , again and pinned the folded paper to the toe so conspicuously that the winged MerI cury seemed to stand there for no other purpose than to hold up a ragged stocking j for all the world to see. And then?why, then she was lying down upon the rug with her thin cheek \ on her thin little hand, and the listener heard a tired sigh. After a long while the old gentleman I behind the screen ventured to move slightly. After a little longer he moved again , and so gradually came out of his hiding ' place. Was that old Mr. Roberts tiptoeing acrosR tho room to keep from startling the 1 poor littlo waif sloeping cn his hearth rug? , Was that the sordid old man whom even his friends had come to call a mere money f machine, that man whose hands trembled as he unpinned the little note and spread j it out before him? Dear;Santa Cla toe?When yoto come to; night pleas look at me. I'll be down on the rag. Yoove never seen me before. You needent give me ennything, bat pleas fill the stocking with things for mother shea sick. I tied ap the toes so they woaldent drop out. The doc ter says wine ana xiurgs ana nousreni. Marjorie Holmes. For a long time the old man sat in the chair before the fire. Something within him was breaking the cold and selfish crust that years had helped to form, fie tat there looking from the sleeping child to the forlorn little stocking and from the stocking to the child. It was the first; time a stocking had ever been hung up in his house?the first time! Suddenly the old gentleman rose. He lifted the child gently and laid her on a couch which had always been sacred to his own use and covered her with rugs. Then he went softly out and astonished the unsuspecting servant* by appearing among them and ordering the carriage. Could this be old Theodore Roberts, the money machine, the selfish, brusque, irritable old man, this man who went from cfnm to rvrdfirintr and buvlnor and spending money as he bad never spent) it before? Could this be the Mr. Roberts that Mrs. Murray knew, this man who went into that sickroom, followed by a great hamper filled with "wine and things and house rent?" Was this the man that all the charitable organizations shunned, this man who drove about half the nlgbt, leaving behind him a trail of Christmas rejoicing, mingled with such blessings ,ae he had never heard before? And who was it that drove up the Mil at last under the' silent stars, with a carriage full of bundles and with a strange, soft feeling tugging at his heartstrings? He smiled as he went, and yet he had to keep wiping his eyes. He was glad it was dark, so that no one could see. And', what strange figure was this in the study afterward, this flgure that moved so stealthily and that was so busy stuffing the stocking until it was ready to burst, and pinning things all over the outside of it until the bronze Mercury seemed almost to stagger under his burden? What had come over the old gentleman whom so many people envied and whom nobody ' loved? Just before day Mrs. Murray, coming softly in, found him sitting by the fire, watching the sleeping child. "It'll be a sad time for her," she said. "Her mother's gone, and whatever's to become of the little thing I don't know." "I don't see why the child shouldn't stay here, Mrs. Murray," said tbe old gentleman, with his face turned the other way. "It would be some extra trouble for you, but I dare say you would not mind it.'' "S-sir!" Mrs. Murray managed to articulate. Then the old gentleman turned around, and she saw what was shining on his cheeks. "Do you see that stocking, Mrs. Murray?" he cried, in a voice that she had never heard before. '' That's the first stocking that was ever hung up in my house. It looks homelike, doesn't it? I have decided that we'll have stockings hung up every year. And here'B a child that needs a home, and, thank heaven, I've a home to give her." The child sighed and stirred and then suddenly sat up. "Did he come?" she cried eagerly, with a dazed look at the bursting stocking, and the old gentleman beside ber gathered her up in his arms and said: "?es, my little one, he camel"?Philadelphia Times. The Russian Christmas. In many parts of Russia, particularly in provinces remote from the populous centers, Christmas is celebrated more it was when first Introduced. Fnmilles, friends and often small neighborhoods gather at one house for celebrations. The mistress of that house at once becomes the supreme manager of all the services and festivities, oven to selecting the young mon who shall each be the special" escort, of a certain young lady. These "elections," us they are called, coming In the season for betrothals and associated as they are with the mystio influence of the mistletoe, often lead to festivals where the : ouve uruDcn joins iuu uuu^ uuu unuigo blossoms,?Seleoted. WALTER L. MILLER, Attorney at Law,, -A.bbeville, S. O. OFFICE on Law RaDge. M. F. DEBRUHL. J. FULLER LYON. DeBBUHL & LYON, Attorneys at Law, ABBEVILLE, 8. C. ' Office?Law Range, O'Neal Building No. 1. I * i H, . /.?y?ff'.tV r,:. \ "V .- /. . T . 4.. \L.f .. . 1 . . > 'V ^ i m -I HAVE JUST REC 1,111 Mill The biggest, the prettiest, and brought to this city. The prices 1 Cent to This lot of DOLLS embrace family, I have the China doll of only 1 cent and the largest 25 ce and too, this is the most servicab it. Just the thing for a little < profusion. Kid Dolls?and they dance. Crying Dolls andSleepin for rough handling. I even hav< line of Dolls can't be beat in any can make a better showing. In additlion to this line of dolls, girls. It is simply impossible fo to come and see them, as I can pi TOY A Possibly you think me a litt but as the saying goes, "The earl that worm. These goods are beginning to at thing, at least I have found th thing that tells the tale. I never old. I never bought a thing yet these same columns " to come in as a matter of fact you are ob!ige< Remember, I have a full line* attention to my line of Christma come to Bee me. I will be found * Big j that bears the inscription "RA< M An Ordinal) To Raise Supplies for the Ci Abbeville, S. 0., for the 1 rt i onr inr>fi cai ioar ioaj ana io?u. Be it ordained by the m and Aldermen of tbe City of Abbevlll* In Council assembled and by authority same, Tbat a tax for tbe Bums and manner hereafter named shall be rata paid into tbe treasury of tbe Citv Com tbe uses aod purposes thereof for tbi year 1895 and 1890. Section 1. On every One Hundred 1 of tbe cash value of all real and perso tate within tbe incorporation of the' Abbeville, S. C., tbe som of Forty Centf Sec. 2. On each Billiard or Tool Ts Ten Pin Alley kept for hire, tbe sum teen Dollars; for each Table or Alley than one, kept, by tbe same person, lb of Ten Dollars. If any person or perse found guilty of receivlog pay or ma charge for a game of Billiards, Pool, Ba; or Ten Pin Alley, without having a 1 sball be flned not exceeding tbe sum o Dollars or imprisoned not more than days. Sec. 3. Thai, all male persons betwe ages of sixteen and fifty years, except pbyslcally unable to earn a support, < ble to roaddaty and shall be required t< on the roads, sidewalks and streets ' tbe Incorporation ot Abbeville, six di the direction of the City Council. Th mutation for said road duty to be the i Two aud 80-100 Dollars, to be paid at tb or paymento( other taxes, to wit: oi UfPUT niV nC .TAWTTAm All persona falling or refusing to wot full days, to be accepted and approved I Council, shall pay a fine not exceeding ty-Five Dollars or be Imprisoned note Ing thirty days. See 4. That all itinerant auctioneer dlers, except vendors of farm produce In the county, oflerlng at retail any whatsoever for sale, shall pay a license more than Twenty-Five Dollars nor les One Dollar per day. Sec. 5. That all circuses or shows sh( a license fse in the discretion of lit Council for each and every exhibition all other nbows, Including wbat are cor ly known as; side shows, attached lo a i shall pay a license of not more tban Fit less than Two Dollars lor each ezhibltii Sec. 0. On eaoli dog the sum of On e Jt, M. HILL, May JAMES CHALMERS, Ctei Oct. 1,189>i, tf RICH A ItD G ANTT, 1b now preparec all ivork in bis department In tt manner s.nd at reasonable charges. Mi customers ghavlng. hair cutting and poolng SI por month. Raaora honed a n tbo fiest condition for 2T> centn wusli. ii tie . A-.vvi i' h '. r:'; ' ; " ' ..7r"' "; /: ^ 11 ? I mi wo - 1 M V V V H i J 9 | (i Hi S ^ ii ^111 _______ mH m H SI me * . 4,1 ==??? H IEIVED, A BIG SHIPMENT OF tai decidedly the cheapest lot of DOLLS ever am range from sor ? $1.23 Each, 5 . t the B8 a representations of every specie of the doll an( every description. The smallest being worth gei nts. Rubber dolls of every kind imaginable, ant le doll you can buy, as there is no break about jhnp to play with. Bisque and Wax Dolls in ^ ^TTTPT ?c jaJCJ 1 s . T. Coleman. " -| ws dm \mi i: IV . ; In accordance with an act to JJ AYOR ra'80 snPPlles 'or the fl8caI year commencing s S C November 1,1894, notice 1b hereby Riven that of the lhe office of County Treasurer of Abbeville In the bounty wl" be open for the collection of ed and 18X68 tor 8al(1 fl8cal ye&T from "?* ' Tuesday, October 15th, | Dollars . , S? UNTIL 3. yF?; Tuesday, December 31st, more i?i sons without penalty. nB ?re r.r fnvaitnn qrn oa fnllnwe ; . . I 1UIK9 ucr nut. Ul king a I 1 gatelle i State Tax mills. lcense Ordinary County Tax 'J.% " r Fifty 8chool 2 " thirty Total 9% mills. en the In addition to the above a special tax will those be collected lor school purposes, as follows: ire 11a- Town of Greenwood 3 mills. owork Mt. Carmel 3 " J "l*}? Troy 2 ' / iys y McCormlck 2 " /" 0 com; Lebanon 4 " 1 iumof , e time I Town of Abbeville: 1 or be 1 Retiring Railroad Bonds and T, 1896.1 paying interest on same 2 mills. fc six I Special School, retiring bonds W by the [ and paying Interest on same mills. I Tweo-t A poll tax of One Dollar per capita on all V xceed- ira*le citizens between the age of 21 and 50 ft [ years, except such as are exempt by law, will A b, pea- i beoolleoted. raised! Taxes are payable only in gold and sliver goods! United Stales currency, National Bank of not I note8. and Coupons of Stata Bonds, which be- ? a s than I ??me Payable during the year 1895. * |y| j The law having been repealed requiring 4jl I Treasurer's to visit certain sections of the ' CHv[coun'-y 'or ,he 00116(511011 01 taxes, all taxes ^ I heren fier will be collected at the office of the n, and j ? Tr** usurer. circus" J ^rtles desiring Information by mail In rely nor eard lo the,r taxe8 w111 P'ease state the location of their property, and Include postage uu* J for reply, and those paying taxes by check Dollar J must include the charge for collection. or' J. B. BLAKE, JB., k, Treasurer, m ? 1 Sept. 24,1895. I to do I ? 10 b6Bt onthly I War, with all its bleeding horrors, sbam-. -will never cease until the church testi- TT ndput ^ ^iefl af,ainst by doctrine and practice.j f" 1 1 -1 Exaggeration. | ( Vith a rueful face Heleoe came to ( mma one morning, exclaiming : L*. This is the worst aay I ever saw! * pours in torrenfs, and I wanted to ^ to see May! she baa got the most f( bitching doll; her aunt brought it ier! she is the nicest aunt in the TB rid!" < si is Helene paused to take breatb, _ mother said : < Helene, dear, will you candidly an- fi er me four questions?,' Why, yes, certiaDly," was the sursed reply. Is thia the worst day you ever u v?" (fj 'O, yon know I dinb't mean that." 'Does it pour iu torrents?" 'Well, it rains a little." 'fs May's doll bewitching ?" | 'Of course, mamma, I didn't exactly an bewitching." 'Is Mrs. Wortman the nicest aunt in ' are beauties too. wasnaoie jjoiis in aoun- xh g Dolls. Bag dolls, alredy dressed, just ready cri } Boy Dolls?just think of it, Boy Dolls. My rea city the size of this, and very few larger ones tv^ Yo I have any amount of toys for,both boys and w| r me to decribe them. I will simply ask you ma lease you both in ] ND PRICE. , ? a ;le early in ceiling you aoous \junsiums kuuub, ly bird cathes the worm," and I am sure after ill already. Tne price you know will sell anyat the case with my goods. The price is the 1 have any oid goods, the price won't let them just to be looked at. Others tell you through and see my goods before you buy elsewhere" 1 to buy elsewhere, when you hear their prices, of all other good*, but am simply calling your s goods in this issue. When you are in town under the Flag? ) world?" and mamma turned to # lrome her Bister, as she entered. [ 'No, indeed, she is not!" and Hel- V 3 put her arms with vigor about the 3k of her own aunt, who asked : r ' What's this?what's going on?" Jt I was endeavoring to impress upon P? ilene the foily of exageration, which _ )ecoming a habit with her." jet me relieve yon. I will revive a JeJbitof Mother Goose for your beut, Helene," and Aunt Nan sedately >eated to her niece : There was an old man who said 'Hash, see a young bird In the bash.' ftieo asked, 'la It small ? e replied, 'Not at all? .Is tbree tlmea as large aa the bush.' 1 'There repeat that to yourself every L irning for a week, and you will learn ^ Bcorn foolish exaggeration." r ] ?' cj Baked Apples Dnmplinti. take a quart of flour and work into I i spoonful each of butter and lard. ^ et it with a pint of buttermilk conning a teaspoonful of soda ; roll ont 4] j cut out circular pieces, using a sauto determine the size. Have ready ? ne pleasant sour apples, and place as I my of the slices upon onp half of the J ist as the other will cover; wet the ges and press them together. Place ) dumplings in a baking tin as soon prepared, prick them with a fork d bake until the apple is cooked. 0|! rve with a hot sauce, or sweetened j flavored cream. Society is like a well-made pie. ere is an upper crust and a lower g ist, both useful in their way, but the ,1 strength and substatlce lied beeen them. 'You must go to bed, now, dear. >u know the chickens all go to roost th the sun." "Yes, but then their imma always goes with them." ^ Punctuality is an. important duty, i we ought to be ashamed if we Bt i five minutes behind the promised P. .RSI Is the Place to Get Any DIGS Ml Orders by Mail att f rational Bank Abbevil ar>ital, urplus, * . OflflLci ALLEN SMITH, President* BENJ. 8* BA5NW1 f. H. PARKER* Abbeville, 8. C., W. WHITE, Abbeville, 8. C., . \ IN J. 8. BARNWELL* Abbeville,B.C., J. ALLEN SMITH, OES a General Banking business, provides it Depositors. Is ready at any ana ul times to ior county affords. LLWAYS IN' THIS TIME WIT BEST DRUGS! L Prescriptions I HAftKlSUiN ABBEVJ Vlusic I 4m & ( Dealers usical Instruments, S Kinds of Musical .? AT,Si Sewing ]V ANOS, ORGANS and MACHINES Prices Low and ien in the City oall at No. 1, fioi and see our Stock a Respeotfully, iILL & CC ; M iAOENDORPH'8 PATENT SECTIONAL 99 ?tcel Ceilings and mm tide Waimnisti. U >r Churches and Residences. Catalogue, prtoesaod >=? ttaaws, on application to the Bote Manufacturers, IE I. Y. IBIII BMMC * WWUJfi. W? km} CHy. I.X also makers of Lightning. Fire and Htorm.Proof :t ,9H :ccl Roofing and Siding. Get circulars. * v^KQ ??i_ ?' i . jrjR| \ Complete and Full . 9 STOCK OP THE CELEBRATED [elropolitanliranfl of MMPaints 1 OHN LUCAS & CO. I always on band at the Sty Drug Store. I )RICES IN ONE GALLON CANS by the - . / J single can JL25. A liberal dlaeoont to : 339 ilotere using large quantities, Oct. 25,1893, tr 1 liraptu & Ptnk . J1 Kinle, of Groceries, RE8H MEATS,-8AU8AGE. HOG HEAD' * 3EESE AND FISH. ;annedgoods j >f every description. Fresh Bread always on hand. Give ob a call when In need of anything In irllne. We guarantee satisfaction. Particular attention ^ven to our IIA ROT m ji ii iiiv u x JHH Lepartment. * Remember the place, No. 2 Washington 'ERICS thing in the Line of >nded to at once. of Abbeville, - ^"-^75,000 15,000 W. C. McGOWAN, Vice-President. GXiL, Cashier. S J. C. KiiUGH* Abbeville, 8. C., W. JOEL SMITH* AbbejUle, S. CL, , $g , W. C. McGOWAN, Abbeville, B.C. : V& Abbeville* S. C. .;'^W ie greatest security and convenience forltfl make loans based upon such safe ooli&lera rHE LEAD! " H FRESH LOT OWEST PRICES! ' a Specialty. & GAME. XLE'S l W louse. ??? Cochran, oil IIC7C7l iviudiu anvj an ^ Merchandise, Caohines. sold on the Intalment Plan Terms Easy. A jenberg's Blook (Daly's Store) ,nd get Prices. )CHItA.]Sr -f *