K. KOW EE COU Kl KU (Kstabltsltod 1840.) Published livery Wednesday Morning tiohm-rlptlon $1 Per Annum. Advertising Kale? Hensonablc. -1?> - H>y StCCk, Shcloi, Hugh* IV Shclor. Communications of a personal character charged for as advertise ments. Obituary notices anti tributes of respect, ol not over IOU words, will to printed freo of charge. All over that number must he paid tor at tho rate of one cent a word. Cash lo accompany manuscript. WALHALLA. S. C.: WI;I>M;KI>AY, NOV. JST. HMM. Miss Johnson. "You don't seem to be es pecially pleased," contin ued Mr. Brown. "Most of tho girl? Welcome a holiday. They can sleep and then KO oui dancing with .some flue young man. Ain't you got fi young mun, Miss Johnson? Perhaps you've not been long enough In tho etty. Well, well, take your time. There's a lot of these youngsters who cnn make love all right, all righi, but when it comos to furnishing the home -they'd have a hurd time doing it on tho Installment plan, The salaries of young men ain't so I ii ^ these days." Mr. Brown waa manager of the Jones & Gushing Wholesale (Jlass and Crockery company. Ile was a large gentleman with watery blue eyes, fat Hps and pudgy bunds. "I suppose you'll be missing the old folks, eh?" continued thu gentleman. "I gUCSS I will miss (hem," said Miss Johnson, with letters and notebook In hand. "Il will be the first Thanksgiv ing I've been away. You see I took my course at business college last win ter and went home for the summer." "To be sure," auld Mr. Brown, "It's only two months since you came here, but you've won your way Into our hearts," he added with a leer. ' "Ami I know bow you feel," he wont on. "Just longing for the old folks and the kids. How'd you like some real turkey, eh? Well, we'll have lt. You're only a child to me. I'm old enough to lie your father." And with a look such as no father has ever given hcfitro or since, Mr. Brown moved his chair a little nearer. "How about a Thanksgiving dinner with me tomorrow night? My wife has gone to see her old mother, who IP down sick. So lets keep each other company, eb? And have real turkey. What do you say? "We'll go to one of the swell place? where there'll he cranberry sauce, too. And we'll hear music when we eat, that ls If we get those noiseless soup spoons." Mr. Brown thought he was a humorous man. "I guess I'll go," said Miss Johnson slowly. "GoodI I'll call for you at six sharp and you have a good sleep and write home to the folks that you're going out with a nice safe tdd fatherly man from the office." Mr. Brown really flattered himself that he was neither old nor safe. Miss Johnson had closed the door and gone to put her hook and lettert hack In her desk. Mr. Courtney, one of the sidesmen ami Mr. Brown's rig'.ir hand man, had noticed s Slight flush on her fuee_tij*.r;'iie IJMJL pnss(?d_hJ.iuJJJLr Yes I Everybody Takes Cascarets Only 10 cents ! Harmless cathartic tor sluggish liver and bowels Keel bulb ! fhrer up! Take Cns carets to liven your liver and clean the bowels ami ?top headaches, bil iousness, had breath, coated tongue, sallowness, sour stomach and gases. To-night take Cascareis and enjoy %ho nicest, gentlest Hvor and bowel eteansing you ever experienced. Wake up feeling grand R\ et . body's doing it. Cascarets best laxativo for children. They gladly tako ti.is pleasant candy cathartic because il never gripes or sickens Uko other things.-adv. wondered Ff Tl couT?T T)? poflfdbT?""tbat Mr. Brown had Invited her to spend the holiday with him. Dut the idea vanished and Just nt Unit moment ho was culled to tho telephone. The other girls had Hone to the cloakroom and Miss Johnson entered as they were preparing for tho outside world. "What aro you going to do tomor row, Johnny?" asked Miss Marks. It was tho name tho girls had given her. "I don't know Just yet," sho an swered. "Hill and I are going to ft Thanksgiv ing hall," remarked Miss Angela Car ter. "And I've got n swell new dress mother's making me." There was n general discussion ns to the wuys thc holiday would he spent and at the downstairs door Miss John son separated from her companions and went over to the elevated. "Courtney," coiled Mr. Brown, "Yea, slr," he answered. "Did that new shipment como In to? day?" "No slr," snld Mr. Courtney. "I don'l "Most Girls Wolcome a Holiday." believe we'll get It In until Monda) now." "Oh, all right, I just wondered. Say young mun, don't look so glum. Cet n pretty girl and go off for the day to morrow. You need cheering up. lt'." what 1 need, too. And I'll have lt, he lleve rae. I've Rot a little peach foi dinner. Quite a sport for an old boy, *>h?" "Quite." said Mr. Courtney, quietly, "I don't euro much for girls, that ls, most girls." "Hum," grunted Mr. Brown as the younger mun left Ins ofllce. "Falling In love, eh? She'll soon tire of him, whoever she muy be, if he doesn't get a smile on his face i ncc in a while." "Has Miss Johnson i.'ft?" Mr. Court ney was asking of ono of the stenog raphers who was hurrying off. "Vos. loft live minutos ago," was the answer. "You haven't gol her home address?" he asked. v "No, hut I guess Mr. Brown luis lt. He keeps tho addresses of the whole staff, you know." And she was gone. Miss Johnson hoarded with friends her mother had met during her one city trip-a week's excursion which had taken in tho Hippodrome and the Flatiron building as wonders never to he forgotten. Usually she took her dinner downtown nt n cheap table d'hote, for Mrs. Palmer, her mother's friend, did not care much for cooking -and besides It hud been arranged thal way-room nnd breakfast, five dollars a week. Rn', tonight she would go straight homo without dinner. Per haps they would he making prepara tions for the great doy. She bought on evening paper, two bananas and a sweetened roll and stnrtod up the ele* vated st ??Irs. She reached homo and opened the door with her latchkey. From every Indication every one was out. She called for Mrs. Palmer but no reply came. Miss Johnson ate her meager repast and then went to tho kitchen for n drink of water. Her meal had been dry and somehow lt choked her a little. Everything was so hard to swallow. Or was lt that the lump In her throat got In the way? At last ten o'clock enme and Mrs. Palmer walked In. "Oh," said Miss Johnson, "I carno home curly tonight to know If I could help you with the dinner tomorrow. I'm going out my self. Hut mother hus always said I was handy with the dressing." "Dressing? Dinner?" repented Mrs. Palmer In amazement. "Oh, land, child. I don't go to no fuss for Thanks giving! What's the use? I Just says to Pert Palmer and the kids. 'Now why should I be standing over n bot stove for hours when In no time you'd hnve all the stuff et up?' So I lot's 'cm Wondered If Mr. Brown Had Invited Her to Spend the Holiday With Him. sleep and then I runs down to the deli catessen and gets a few cold cuts and a blt of potato salad for a little cxtry. Hay, why don't you go to the pictures more? I'vo been tonight to seo 'Tho Wayward Girl's Return Home.' It was sad but oh, so beautiful." But Miss Johnson was not thinking of tho pictures. A few cold cuts and potato salad for Thanksgiving, she was thinking, and a football gamo and the, theaters, and,movies. Np family gathering, no Turkey, ?o pumpkin" pT? and cider. No children to be allowed on that day to eat all they wanted. Maybe lt waa n day of national gorg Ing, but lt was a family day anyway and lt was Thanksgiving day. She tried to sleep. She didn't want to think of tho morrow. But she did, and nt Hie same time carno the vision of Mr. Brown, his watery eyes leering at her, und his pudgy hands holding hers so she couldn't escape, and his lips-those fat Ups-forcing-Oh no! She shivered and pulled tho clothes around her tighter. Why had she said ?he would go? Perhaps he meunt to be kind. Hut he had always been a little too kind, a little too considerate, lt seemed now. Sometimes she had noticed a strange look on the part of Mr. Courtney, es pecially that afternoon. . . . She felt Ned Courtney thought Mr. Hrown dictated less and talked more than was necessary. And lt bothered her. But she was not nure, and she didn't want to lose her Job. It had been so hard-beginning with everything no new and different. Of all the men ?he had met in New York she cared most ly for Ned Courtney and his opinion. He had seemed sincere and every one in the office spoke so highly of him. She wondered whet he'd think of this, and then ?he wondered why she wished ?he knew. So she thought oh. Morning' came. Her eyes were heavy. Sleep had come only In snatches. She dressed hastily and then laughed ut herself for hurry ing. She wrote homo and tried lo make her letter cheerful. "Lydia ! Lydia Johnson !" same Mrs. Palmer's voice from downstairs. "A gentleman lo speak to you on the phone." Miss Johnson went down the stairs without hurrying. She had never ac quired the habit of running to the tele? phone as if it were on fire and must be put out hy lifting the receiver. "Hello," she said. "Oh, good-morning, Miss Johnson," ?.niue the voice from the other end, "I hope I didn't get you up out of bed. >>'<.? Vor. re nol a late sleeper even on n holiday? Well, I alwuy.s knew you were smart. Just thought I'd call you up to tell you we'll have that turkey tonight at six you know. I'll he around In plenty of 'time. Look your sweet est !" "Oh. thank you, Mr. Hrown. Yes, I'll he ready a Utile before six." At either end the receiver was laing ?ip and each went off discontented. "I wonder if I'm wasting time and money on lier," meditated Mr. Hrown. "It's nil right to favor thnt country Iden she has of a holiday but I like a little appreciation In return. Hut I guess I've got her where I want her. . . . Only I'd better not loso Started Up the Stairs. out by rushing things. She's a blt dif ferent from the usual run of 'em." Lydia returned to her room, passing by the Inquisitive eyes of Mrs. Palmer without answer. Later she breakfasted, or rather lunched, with the Palmer family. She played tho plnno n little, nnd.then, be fore returning to her room, decided she would sntlsfy Mrs. Palmer's curi osity. "I'm going to dinner with Mr. Hrown of the firm," she said. "He's a father of children-not young and worthless." She laughed a little. "That's good," ?aid Mrs. Palmer. "Hut what's ho doing taking you out today? Where's his kids?" "Away to seo a sick grandmother," said Lydia, and ns ?he said lt she felt that Mrs. Palmer nodded her head a little too understandingly. Lydia flushed slightly. "Now, listen, doorie," said Mrs. Pal mer, "to n* word of motherly advice. Get oil thnt's comln' to you. They think moro of you when you make 'em spend-and If he's old enough to be a father-and take you out-he's likely got enough of the wherewithal. Say you like white furs. Tell bim In n real baby tone you did wish you could have n diver mesh bng. While I promised your mother I'd look after you. the elly's ways aren't the country's ways leastwise, not so I'd know it. And I want to see you get on." She was thinking secretly of a new rug she might like herself. "Just work tho old hoy for nil he's worth, but take my nd vlce, and never fall In love. They're done with you then, and you lose inter est in others." Lydia had sat partly listening and partly dreaming of the Thanksgiving at home-the long table, her father's Jokes, the children's ceaseless chatter, her mother hot nnd tired but beaming. She arose. "I'll be careful," ?he ?old as she hit her Hp. "I won't fall lu love. Don't w?orry, Mrs. Palmer, I'm not so young ns you might think." She went to her room and closed her door with n bang. Then ?oftly opened lt. An hour went by and then another. Still another passed nnd Lydia was growing Impatient. Her lint and gloves and cont were ready. She sat there, nervous and shaking. At last she henrd Mrs. Palmer's shrill voice: "Lydia, Lydia.:: y Why Not Have a Home of Your Own? Iii deciding upon the home that's going to be yours. Get down to business; delay only means more money frittered away. To Save, to Enjoy Real Comfort and Hap piness, Buy a Home. I HAVE THE FOLLOWING TO OFFER: mm*