Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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f: Py HE FOUND THE MAY Is my early days I was a reporter 01 The Clarion Call. Only a dislike to owt mysulf beaten and tho occasional fc^cina tion which cGaBponsated for the more fre queot disccaSort kept me In the offioe But all this xfi before the day I was sen! to Interview Mts wife and daughter of th( man who had fu?t disturbed society bj disappearing from it. Mr. Grey, so 16 had been learned fron the notices ooncernlng his disappearance had one evening after dinner gone out fox a stroll around the block. He had nove] oome back. His family was of courst prostrated after the manner of families or Buoh sad occasions. After giving him time to come back, sending to his clube, bia office and the houses of bis friends nil wife had finally cold his lawyers, and sys tematlo search was begun. The familj had retired from public lffe and denied themselves to every one, consequently - my chanoes for an interview with Mr*. Grey did not see hopeful, but the city editor's air of granting me the opportunity 1 had been longing for made me loath tc admit my fears. I took the train for the Greys' ?thej lived a little way out of town?and pre pared myself to meet the servants' scorn and the other attendant evils of suoh an assignment. The ooaoh was an ordinary one, and there were several laboring men In It, evidently traveling to some suburt where they were to work upon the roads, for they carried pickaxes and shovels. There eat opposite me and slightly rorward a peculiar type of man to whom ] found my gaze wandering every few minutes. His Iron gray hair was thiok and very unevenly out. His faoe was covered with a stubblv growth of gray beard. He looked unwashed, unkempt and generally unpleasant. His blue overalls were stained with red olay and his rod flannel shirt opened at the front in a way that revealed anything but a beautiful neok, burned and blistered. But the man's twitching Upsand convulsive movements of the jawi attraotod my attention, and his deep art, steely blue eyes that burned in cavernoui sockets fascinated me. He did not talk to the other men, but sat with his bead sunk upon his breast, only occasionally raising It to cast a look about him. He, with ths other laborers, left the train at Forestvllia, where the Greys lived, and I soon la* them, under the direction of a foreman, assigned to make various road repairs. Of course Mrs. Grey would not see ma I sat in the library while the servant toot my card to her, for there were other callen In the drawing room. Over the mantel hung a picture, presumably Mrs. Grey, done in olL She was as beautiful as i cameo and as hard. Opposite her was the portrait of a clean shaven mao, with fine Iron gray hair brushed off his forehead?a more plebeian cast of countenanoe, bul strong and Interesting. The face seemed familiar. I stared at it until the servant returned. "Mrs. Grey la sorry, miss, but she car ee no one, and has nothing to say foi publication." "Very well," said I. Then I rose to go. "Is that Mr. Grey?" I asked, nodding toward the picture. "Yes, miss," was the reply, and suddenly it flashed upon me where I had seen those deep set, curiously shaped, keen blue eyes. My heart leaped almost into my mouth. I took one long look at the portrait and left the house. The men were repairing the road, and 1 noticed one of the workmen whose face startled me. The resemblance to the por^ trait I had seen of Mr. Grey was remarkable. He worked with a fierce delight In the severe labor. His face seemed more mad than ever, with the exultation of motion and strength deepening the gleam In his eyes. There wai a telegraph omce at tne ena of the street I seat a message to the olty editor. "Send a man to Forestville at once," was my command. Then while I paced tho street and walked about the square I reflected upon the welcome I would reoelve if I had mode a mistake, i Every minute I became mo e and more oonvinced that I had made the most oolossal blunder on record. By the time Mr. fey' Ellington Ellsworth, the only man who happened to be available when my telegram was received, had arrived I was nearly hysterical I told Mr. Ellsworth I" my theory, and he was properly skeptical. He discouraged me thoroughly in about two minutes, but I suddenly rallied. "Well," I remarked, taking command, "Z want you to keep that man in sight 1 shall go to town and get his lawyer. Find out what train they go in on, and I'll meet you." Mr. Ellsworth didn't wish to act upon that suggestion, but he finally oon6ented to do so. I went in, summoned Mr. Grey's lawyer and with him met the worklngmen's train. Mr. Ellsworth, looking bored and unhappy, got out and point CU UUU uux Duoyuuwu uioa^yooiauw w his lawyer. My heart stood in my mouth. Was I to be forever disgraoed or made famous forever? "Mr. Grey," said the lawyer, stepping forward, "what does this mean?" And when I saw the man start wildly 1 knew that I was not forever disgraoed. "Well," said the olty editor jovially, "what did they say?" "They didn't say anything. They didn't seame." "So you didn't get the interview?" add I the olty editor shortly. "No," I replied meekly, "but I found 1 the missing man." Jk And now, such Is the irony of fate, thi olty editor, instead of letting me rest on my laurels, Is always exhorting me to 11 vi up to the reputation I made In the Grej case, when I found the missing man, ! j learned how overwork had worn out hli J brain and how in his half orazed condition he wandered away and returned tc his original oooupatlon in life, to the horror of his wife with the oameollke faoa. li only 1 had never been so brilliant t Kt ohange, I He Preferred Death. Baron de Malirtle, a German who had served In Mexico wltfh Maximilian, told t? Sir M. Grant Duff, who reoords it in hli "Diary," the following story of an tart dlan's devotion to his leader: Ll General Mejia was a full blood Indian in the service of Maximilian and was takI' en prisoner along with him. Two houn r before their execution was to take plaoc , General Alatorrtf came to him and said: u General Mejia, I have been three timet .your prisoner, and three times you havt spared my life. My ald-de-oamp la at the doer with a horse, and you are free to gc 1 ' rHarv von nlAROn" MAnd the emperor?" asked Mejia. "Will be shot in two hoars," answered k Alatorre. *- "And yon dar* to oome to me with suet " - a proposition I Leave the room I" rejoined the prisoner. Alatorre did so, and Hajii ~ U the emperor foil together. L, W. White has just receiver a car; of Barbed Wire and Nails All persons wanting barded wir< had better leave their orders ai once as the demand for it is s( great the supply will not last long Shingles from cheapest to verj best, 3 cars on hand. Abbeville Lumber Co. We can furnish you with at standard sizes Doors, Sash anc .Blinds One car just received. k Abbeville Lumber Co. ^ I X t I t > ( t ' I \svrJMf* 1 State Mutual Lift IfiCwft 5Wb g OF ROM &?? Abbeville, ! i$l State Mutual Life Insurance | Rome, Ga., 1 Dear Sir: || || I beg to acknowledgi H $5,00 ! gsl in full payment of Policy N< aM band, Walter T. McFall i i |?B| peculiar circumstances surrc me to feel a deeper appreciat ; Hp of the State Mutual Life of 1 . was dated December 27th, ai ! PHI about January 16th. When ance, he gave a six monti jjgg| This note was discounted in |K?| is not due until some time in I am today in receipt of 2g| and if every true.and dutiful 1|?|| realized the full advantages sggl would not be a wife or child [ tected today. The Company has been < like in the handling of this c insurable man in this State State Mutual Life of Rome, 1 With my heart-felt than IW with my best wishes for your j| p Yours very res; | j. r. bla: : 8 Abbevill I 1 I ) I ) r > r I 1 ? . ' I ; Insurance Co., 1 EE,' G-A. i jjj^ S. C., March 21st, 1906. e receipt of your check for fisl o.oo m ). 5846, held by my hus- |?? n your Company. The jjg|i randingthis policy, causes |K5j| ion of the splendid worth r> ~ nrv, ic r\rt1ipv I XVUJllC) \JO. X JULIO \ss&Z\i? id received by my husband he applied for ttis iiisuri's note for the premium. |&S a bank in Abbeville and the full face of this policy j||| husband and father only IS$?f > of life insurance, there |||| in.South Carolina unpro conservative and business- |grg laim and I hope that every will take a policy in the ks for your kindness, and |*| greatest success, I remain, mm pectfully, ?j{? Christine McFall. KE, Agent, 1 e'8 0 1 ? , ] i i ] a J ] c h ; - . . OEMS IN VERSE. I Opportunity. flDH Muter of huu destinies am L H Fame, lore and fortune on my footftuya Mflfc H Cities and fields 1 walk. I penetrate Jgg Deaerta and aeaa remote, and, paaalng by MB Hovel and mart and palaoe, toon or late BH I knock unbidden once at every gat*. KH If aleeping, wake; If feasting, rise before BH I torn away. It la the boor of fate, And they wbo follow me reach every itaM Mortals deal re and oonqner every foe HB Save death, bat thoee who doabt or hertllQ BB Condemned to failure, penury and woe. Beek me In vain and uselessly Implore. m I answer not, and I return no more. IBW ?John J. Tngallfc BH Speaking From Experience. 9 War ain't any Joklo, wo don't 70a p*a jm trapa. Bather real ta> peso* at home an cultivate the era pa. WM Been erlong wtth Longstreet, spent acme ttaas CB with Lee, B| Aa peace I want tar tell you's sattsfiotosy Bfl ter me. War ain't any jokln. They talks II low aa Bat It changes Its oomplexlan when yon hW the bullets fly. EHI Il'a fine fan?in the papers bot when I eestk* shine 0* bayonets right la front 0' om 111 just ftaka home la mlaa. Ain't no foa la flghtin. A feller doaa his bask MB Bot he always wears the plater's o' his lovsa U| ones on his breast. SH Aa then ter kisa an leave 'em, never mora Is* |H meet. Hi Tor listen through a lifetime far the oare* Bfl tnrnln feetl War ain't any jokin. Ef II oomes, It oomes; H An I reckon that I'd answer ter the roll oall V EH the drums, U Bat I ain't In any harry far pankin ap mf SH traps. Bather rest In pesos at home aa oolttvata tha jH craps. BE ?Frank L. Stanton In Atlanta Constitution HE Having Company. 1 The letter read: "My dearest Sue, ^Hf Next Thursday X will spend with jotk mm I won't enjoy my visit, thoagh, 2 H If any Iroabls I bestow." M "Oh. I'm an irlaif." nHnH Mn. White. ! I "For company 1* raoh delight I" Bat looking round her la dismay, "I most get ready right away." Armed with doit pan and a broom, She west to work In every room. She oiled and polished, cleaned and robbed ad mended, aooored, waahed and icnto bed. . Then In the kitchen she began. While perspiration down her'ran. At plea and jmddlnga, cakea and bread. Aa if an army must be fed. She tolled and fretted, oooked and baka& Bhe hurried, worried, stewed sn? aohed. When Thursday came, she, nearly dead* Just managed to crawl out of bed. And Mia. Company came too. * They Mined and hugged like womaa 4% And then began tired Mrs. Whit* To make excuses, never right: "Oh, dear, my house (then waxea ?'?i) Is most too dirty to be seen. So shut your eyesl You're looking stooC Take off your things. I'm lust won Nib \ "You must excuse my oooklag too. It isn't lit to offer you. i ('Twas fit for kings.) Too bad you ammt Just when I'm upside down at home I" And thus she welcomed and i1l?tnese4 And spoiled the visit of her guest. Who wished she hadn't oome to be A tirod woman's "oompany." , , H ?Farm ted Hi sella I Hmt, bat Tit So Far. ft talked of life and death. She hUL "Whichever of us two lint dlM Shall come book from among the dead > t And teach his friend these mysteries" She died last night, and all this day 1 swear that things of every kind 4 Are trying, trying to oonvey Borne message to my troubled mind. I looked np from my tears erewhlla. , j That white roee dying in the cup ? Was gazing at me with her smile. It blushed her blush as I looked opt } It paled then with an agony 1 Of effort to express me aught That would, 1 think, bring peaoe to M Could I but gue?. and I cannot. ^ And when the wind roee at my doo* It clamored with a plaintive din. Like some poor creature begging sore To be let in. I let it In. \ It blew my light out. Bound my head It whirled and swiftly In my ear Bad whispered something ere it fled. It had her voloe, so low, so dear. f The looking glass this livelong day Has worn thaV curious, meaning air. I feel It whan I look away Reflecting things that an not there* For hours no breath of wind has stirred. Yet bends the lamp's flame as If fan?A The clock says o'er and o'er a word, j But I?O God I?cant understand. ?Gertrude Ball in Independent j Be Writ a Book. Yonder, sir, when yon see them high weeds grow An brlen wrapt about the slab that's brok* They buried a man there l-o-n*g time ago That writ a book. Don't seem to me I ever heard his name, But pap, who is the sexton here, ha spoks To me one day about him. All the same, Be writ a book. What was the book about f Ineverkaew. Pap never tole me that as never took -a 4- VI- TVft ?! A mr\rt _A AJHt*U"TCW Ul ttiUI i(U buut u * TV f?M? /W? He writ book. flip Bays, says he, "After the sum vu dead Stranger* would oome from mil? away * look At that grave an lay flower* above hla head Who writ a book." The years went on, an then, no more forlorn, They oome with flower* an with noonM look V* talk about the "genlo* that waa gone" **Who writ a book. An than pap aeen that 'twan't no use to km The Bweetea' roee* In that loneaome nook When folk* had long atop'd vtsitln hi* grave Who writ a book. For what'* the use, air, If folka never paoaa Among the many gravestone* here to look ' For hi*, to plant the roee* jeat beoanae Be writ a book? ?Frank Bell in Naahvlll* B?k . Acquirement. i W* Bve by faith, but faith la not the slave Of text and legend. Reaaon'* voloe and God's, , Nature's and duty V never are at odd*. 1 What asks our Father of hla children aave j Justioe and mercy and humility, A reasonable servioe of good deeds, a 1>n?Mk H?4nn lan/tavfiAM tA Knmin Reverence and trust and prayer for light to MS The Master's footprints In our dally waya? i No knotted acourge nor sacrificial knife, I * Bat the calm beauty of an ordered Ufa, 5j Wh o8e very breathing is an worded prals% k life that ataada, aa all true Uvea have ??.| Abbeville Lumber Co., has on | iand, not coming, 250,000 Shin-( ^les. 5 cars Flooring, Ceiling ] ind Siding. 1 car Sasn, Blinds,' md Doors. 1 car beBt White Star jme. _ i L. W. White has just received t car of Barbed Wire and Nails.1 U1 persons wanted barbed wire tiad letter leave their orders at mce as the demand for it is so rreat the supplv will not la$t long]