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t vvvvvv^vvv^vvvvv V NOTES FROM THE CITY V i V SCHOOLS. V v v.' VVVVVV VVVVVVVVVVi Were you ever a struggling, embryo author? No don't deny it too quickly. It will only prove that you are growing old. Please recall your early unfinished novel in which the heroine, Florence Madeline de Montgomery?or something like that ?caused two duels and as many murders all in one short week, and that, while the snow lay three feet deep in a small town of Southern Florida, she finally got your plot into such a tangle that you could nei-, ther kill her nor get her married!, short of forty more pages, so you abandoned her to unraveled fate. | Well, now you are ready to appre-. ciate the difficulty of selecting a place, time, persons and an event for a story. Allow us to introduce some of the short story writers of Abbeville. A Modern Horatius. It is a dark and rainy Saturday night when Horatius Brown is tramping towards his little hut across the, Tiber. He comes to the plank bridg-j ing this swollen stream and with un-( certain steps reaches the other side.' But no sooner does he put foot on; ' ' -il * ' il 1- - - -T J. 1 I uie otner siae man ne is coinruuieu j by Sextus, a big bull, the fear of thej neighborhood. Horatius takes his; trusty umbrella and swats him on the head. This infuriates the dan-j gerous beast which rushes toward Horatius. . He, seeing that he must save his papts, jumps out on the plank. This; breaks, and Horatius finds himself j floating down the stream shouting, "Horatius at the Bridge." Drunk! James Coleman. A Knight of the Road. At about 10:45 on a dark autumn night number 37, the crack New Vnrlr nnH Wuw Orlonnc T.imifpH rounded the curve near White Sul-| phur. The engineer reached up and, pulled the whistle signal. As he Serge * " Rl*ATI7 I?J1KJ VY iwas h to sati Four ma pretty fair r leave a per Germans? I The hai: stop him. Shrapnel wi , not heed, ? ! , We > '. -v.'..., and ty " W1 t*s lend blew for the station, the train was (lagged. He pulled out his watch and said to the fireman, "Wonder what's the matter here, I hope we won't lose any time." White Sulphur is a flag station in the mountains of North Georgia. It is just about the "lonesomest" place on the whole Southern line. The engineer jumped down out of the cab as the train came to a stop. "What's wrong? Is the track?? "Hands up and mouth shet," a man's harsh voice commanded. The fireman got out and was greeted with, "Means you too." From the shadows stepped four other men. Two of the bandits covered the express messenger before he knew what was up. The mail clerk was not managed so easily. He was drawing his automatic, but was not quick enough and fell over with a jagged hole in his shoulder. Engineer Fant, or D. J. as the nther railroaders called him. said of the affair at the trial, "It was mighty ticklish looking down the barrel of that fourty-four, and I tell you, I don't want to do it again." The mail and express cars were quickly rifled, and Bill Miner, the leader of the gang, got thirty thousand dollars which was enroute from the Treasury at Washington to an Atlanta bank. When they had gotten together their loot, the highwaymen gave the engineer and fireman a simple word of advice, "Git!" And you can bet they "got." When the train reached Gainesville, the next large stop, it was only twenty minutes late. There some blood hounds were secured; then the posse got on the move. They went to White Sulphur and combed the country. They supposed that Bill Miner and his gang wnnlH ctriVo fnr fliA -orilHpst: nnrf. rtf the mountains and they were right. But Bill Miner himself was too sharp for them. He gave the posse and his own accomplices the slip. Railroad detectives were put on the trail and the four other robbers were caught. The next time Bill Miner was heard from he was at Macon. But again he eluded pursuit. He went ant-gP * ard \ isfy 11 chine-gun crews to ecord for one day s fectly good trench Brown didn't. I of machine-eun t He was not thi as bursting all arov lis rifle was so hot 1 've got a big job c clothing for men .A 4.^ T u iu viciury. lasi\ as he foug The Ni into the swamps of South Georgia. While he was dodging the bloodhunds all his clothes were torn on the briars, and sometimes he would go up to his neck in water. Finally he decided, "This here is no life for Bill." ! Suddenly he appeared in the mountains of North Carolina. This was his third haul, and the raili road authorities were righteously furious. They determined to catch ( him in a unique way. A half-furiated beggar came into the mountains. In the cabins he danced and sang, ; claiming as his hire his scant food and a chance to sleep in the cabin. One night Bill Miner came from his hiding place in a rude cellar. The next day the train robber was captured, and the minstrel beggar stopped his visits. I Miner was sentenced to serve an imprisonment of sixteen years at , Fuller Tower in Atlanta. It was : thought that he would be safe there, I and no one dreamed that he would I come out so soon. Bui in three weeks he left his prison?safer now, j however, than before, for he came ! out in a coffin. It was said that instead of being named Mined he should have been ! named Rifler, for two reasons: one, . that he was a successful looter, and ; the other, that he had such a good trigger finger. c Bruce Fant. ! The Debut of James the Bashful. James Compton had always been a bashful boy, and even after he j entered college his timidity had not ! left him. He was awkward ever ' around the boys; and the girls held | terrors for him. His friends often played jokes on him because he was | n9t like other students. He kepi : closely in his room and never eni joyed sports as the others did, and this in spite of the fact that he was well set up and had a handsome face, One day as he sat in his room studying, a handsomely dressed woman knocked at his door. James opened the door, and the woman kissed him! "Why, James, I am so glad to see you. You do not remember me, 1 ??? i i his credit was a work. But why half filled with lullets could not nking of them, md him. He did ic couldn't touch >ver here, too. We i with the snirit o s do our job as he d ht?let's bi This Space Contributed i ITIONAL Bi suppose, but I am your Aunt Mary," she said. "I have wanted to see you for a long time, but I have just reached America from England, and I came right here. I brought your cousins with me, and they are waiting out in the hall to see you." James was too bashful to say he did not have an aunt who lived in : England, so he just listened as she talked. She called in her three daughters who had been waiting in the hall to see and kiss him. He was ; so embarrassed when the three girls i stepped in that his tongue seemec to stick to the roof of his mouth anc 1 he could not speak. His aunt anc 1 cousins talked as fast as they couk about everything they could thinl i of. He agreed with them silently i and they thought he knew what thej | were talking about. ' About ^n hour later one of hi ! friends, James Corley, came to th< 'j door and asked whether he had seei I a lady and three girls, his aunt am ! cousins. One of the boys had tol< I him that they had been shown u] j there. I "Why, yes, here they are in here,1 j James Compton answered, it ma; be truthfully said, reluctantly. We'v been exchanging?er?views!" From that day his manner chang I ed. From being the most timid ma: i j in school he became the most bold j In one short year he was chairmai of the dancing committee and wa reported to be engaged to thre trAiinor lnrHoo nnno nf WhnTTl fllisnprt [ ed the attachment to the others, i Pauline Wosmansky. i Other stories by LeRoy Cox an [ Mary Greene, are published thi ! week in The Medium. i ; Have You Seen My Dog? Elizabeth Gambrell, assisted b [ her friends, Edna, Lena Belle, an ;|Janie Vance, undertook to was , J Elizabeth's dog. He offered a rathe i; stubborn resistance, and they de . cided to hamper him^ by tying hir t to the good sized tin tub. In th ? !J i ii--:- i: iV. Ja/. Ij miast ox meir uperauuus tuc uug wa I away?followed closely by the til ! i tub. Close readers have alread; ; learned that it was tied to his tail it, so he laid it : kept on firing; t erad!" and thro\ ^ forgot danger an alone against a He forgot ever And he walked hundred and fift ! must provide gui f Sergeant Browr * A ? 1 1? . iu ins?leariessiy, ] ay Liberty to Winning the War by INK of AB1 \ Mary Hill was at^H^^^^Katterr I and wondering whethei^j^MTnans had already retreated by way of Asia and on through California, ran to the door. She says that a negro ; woman was knocked down by this imitation fire wagon. No further casualties were reported. ; PLENTY o >i 1 I have 011 hand at present and self-players in the stat( in the early spring at mucl *f\ now. I get some pianos ou Goods ordered months ago s The following named pia ej prevailing eight to twelve ] \ STARR PIANOS i RICHMOND PIANOS p BUSH & GERTS v? ADAM SCHAAF CLARENDON CARLISLE ' . TRAYSER CHASE BROS HACKLEY ' REMINGTON " KRELL ' I STRICH & ZEIDLER "i ESTEY : 8! LAFFARGUE e vx>rkT7TiTr'T) JYJA-WIliVJJQJAV j All of these pianos are r seen any day at 311 Walk You need not go anywhere | sortment of pianos on the r city has a finer line. Reasonable terms can be Call, write or phone and y j now. I JOHN A. 1 ' i "! THE GREENWCH e ?j EEFERENCE:?The Ban n! and strongest bank in 7I [J : / Pfei* $ Press).^ I crews of America! in the hollow of hi; he Huns kent on vel ving down their gun d death, he forgot th hundred and fifty ything but his job proudly into camp y-nine prisoners. is and shells and fo< 1""IU 5C11U UlClil IV persistently joyousl Bonds to o tEVILLE 1 ! I laiuxfi vf TM I ] & 1 f PIANOS | the largest stock of pianos !, all of which were bought 1 lower prices than prevail it of the depot every week, are just now arriving, nos are in stock at prices months ago: RICHMOND, IND. RICHMOND, IND. CHICAGO, ILL. CHICAGO, ILL. ROCKFORD, ILL. CHICAGO, ILL. RICHMOND, IND. CHICAGO, ILLMUSKEGON, MICH. ' RICHMOND, IND. CINCINNATI, OHIO. % NEW YORK. NEW YORK NEW YORK STAMFORD, CONN. low in my store and can>be ;r Ave., Greenwood, S. C. i else to find the finest as- - 7' narket- No store in a large secured if desired. I am at your service rightj > HOLLAND DT A \TA TVT A \T JU A V/ 1UH11 . k of Greenwood, the oldest Greenwood County. ? ?> % ^Captives 41 THE AMBBIOAN ARMY IN tj^S Z1 VDirtVP Ti.1n.1fi /TTnUiul , . 1 S UUH? wijr XO \ UUllCM lQg r* -After killing or capturing the He H}' four machine guns and raking tioJT' n-fllled trench /1th his auto- j0 4 A le until the 8 . "vlvore surren- r0nj ?) srgt. J. P. Brown walked Into fheJ v' \ headquarters late yesterday tie& prisoners. SoA sorry, sir," that I was" unable plan! In all I. had," be said in re- neceA 'but four pf the wounded died it fhm separated from his platoon, 1 1 ^and r/l^| s arm and ling "Kamis. Brown lat he was ' Germans. -Victory. with one 3d y )f. ' I y. ' ur utmost ?^p??