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tumorous Jrpartmcnt. "RATTLING" A ttJTNESS. The courtroom was crowded when ; the case of Blake against Pettingill was called. It was what the law terms a tort case; in other words, a damage suit. - Mr. Blake had been driving by the Pettingill house, when Mr. Pettingill's dog dashed out and began to bark. The horse reared and kicked, and finally I fell. Mr. Blake was thrown out, bis \rm was broken, and both horse and buvgy were damaged. Mr. Blake was tl>?*fore, suing Mr. Pettingill fqr $500 damages. Sev . ._1J .1? erai witnesses iuiu iuo stm; ui. accident. The most convincing statement was made by an old man who saw the whole affair, and described it in a simple and straightforward way. The defendant's lawyer was a young man named Haskell, recently co ne from a neighboring city. Success in one or two cases had given him a reputation for "smartness" which he was eager to sustain, and the mildfaced old witness, who told such a matter-of-fact tale, seemed to him a promising subject for vigorous crossexamination. "Now you say," the lawyer began, "that you were near the horse and dog, and saw what happened ?" "Yes, sir," replied the old man, simply. x "Just how near were you ?" "Well, I think?" "Never mind what you think. I want to know just how far you were from the horse and dog," insisted the lawyer. "Well, I suppose?" "I tell you I don't want to know what you think or what you suppose. I want a plain answer to my question." "But I was only going to say?" began the witness, timidly. "Will you or will you not answer my question ?" thundered the lawyer. The color rose in the old man's face . and his blue eyes snapped. He had evidently told an honest story, and was irritated by the lawyer's attempt to discredit his testimony. Concluding, probably, that the only way to end -41? 1 3 ? o nnoih'vp 1116 U&Ugeriljg W US VU Uinav m ^/wu?v* ? v statement, do matter what, and then stick to it, he spoke up sharply : "I was just 23 feet from the horse's head." "Will you swear it was not 27 feet ?" asked the lawyer. "It was just 23 feet," repeated the old man, doggedly. _ "Do you mean to tell ' s that you can judge distances as accurately as that ?" "Yes, sir, I can." ( The lawyer, feeling sure that the witness had given his first definite an- , swer in the hope of escaping further ] questioning, and had been too proud j to recede, turned amiably to the jury. , "Gentlemen," he said, "our vener- , able friend's ability to measure distances by the eye is remarkable. But in 1 justice to my client I fet obliged to j make a little test here in your presence." Then, turning with a malicious spaile to the witness : "Won't you give j us an exhibition of your wonderful j powers by telling us how long this courtroom is ?" i The old man glanced carelessly along 1 the side of the room, and promptly , ftPiwered, "Thirty-three feet and seven \ inches," "Nbw," said the iawyer, confident- i ly, "I will show you, gentlemen, the | difference between knowledge and | bravado. Will the court kindly permit the room to be measured ?" ( The order was given, and to every one's surprise the result was announ ced as exactly thirty-three feet ana , seven inches." ( Lawyer Haskell turned red. "A strange coincidence; nothing more!" , he cried, in what was meant to be an offhand way. "Perhaps the witness | will also tell us how wide the room is." "Certainly," replied the old man. "It's 22 feet and 4 inches." Someone got down on the floor and measured the distance carefully. "Twenty-two feet, four inches," he announced. Lawyer Haskell turned indignantly to the judge. "Your honor," he said, "there is some trickery here! I will ask the witness one more question, and I will find out for myself whether he tells the truth or not," and then, to the witness, "How high is this room ?" "Fourteen feet and one-holf inch," answfered the old man, cheerfully and promptly, with hardly a glance from floor to ceiling. The lawyer called for a step-ladder, and with red face and set teeth climbed slowly up, measuring with great care. The crowd watched him, and almost unconsciously began to count aloud as the two-foot rule crept up : "Four, six, eight, ten, twelve, fourteen !" By this time the end of the rule was so near the ceiling that there was no necessity for Mr. Haskell to announce the result. The whole room intA o cVinnt UU10V IUVV W CUVWVI "The witness is excused," was all the lawyer could say when he came down. Although, in summing up, Mr. Haskell tried to prove that Mr. Pettingill never kept a dog, anyway, aud that Mr. Blake's horse was afflicted with the staggers and subject to heanfailure and temporary insanity, the jury promptly gave Mr. Blake the full amount of the damages asked for. It was sometime before Mr. Haskell discovered that the witness he bad tried to "rattle" was the carpenter who had drawn the plans and made the changes in the courthouse the year before. Let us hope?though it be hoping against hope?that the experience will incline him to treat witnesses with more politeness hereafter.?N. Y. Sun. BSF" "Have you seen Sprocket lately?" "No." "He's a sight. Face all cut, arm in a sling, and walks lame." "How did he do it; on his bicycle?" "No; if he could have stayed on the bicycle he'd have been all right." I She ?tory ?tiler. , ! FAN. | I A slender girl, of about 15 years, i with jet black eyes of remarkable 1 brightness and a tangled mass of shin- s ing black hair falling over her brow from beneath the torn brim of a ragged ' straw hat, stood at my mother's door f one morning in November and asked : 1 "Can you just lend me a cup of cof- t fee and a cup of sugar and flour 1 enough for a bakin' of bread ? I'll i pay it all back when I can." 1 My mother had never seen the girl before. She was untidy in* ber dress; i her shoes were not mates, and they t were buttonless and full of holes. i "What is your name?" my mother f asked. 1 "Fan." 1 "And your other name ?" t "Tracy." * * "Where do you live?" < "Oh, just a little ways down the road, the-first house from here. I be- s lieve they call it the old Peters place." b We knew the place very well. No I one had lived there for years. The a bouse, which was in the woods a short b distance from the river, had been t shabby in its best days, and now was I little better than a hovel. Scarcely a E pane of glass was whole, and such of the doors as remained were off their f hinges. The floors were sunken, and o the plaster was falling from the walls. The house was unfit for human habi- t tation. c The girl's appearance seemed to in- a dicate that the new family was in har- I mony with the condition of the house, b "Do your parents live here?" my t mother asked. o "I aint got but one parent?my dad. I We just come here three days ago, g and dad was told he could live in the old Peters house rent free, and if he li can get work we'll settle here." b "How many are there of you ?" " "Just dad and me and my little k brother Carey; he's only six, little for his age." I My mother gave the girl the articles n for which she asked, whereupon she g said, with a sudden outburst: "I'll tell you, honest now, that meb- t be I sha'n't be able to pay you back t these things. Dad aint got work yet, p and mebbe he won't get anything to b do; but if he does and if I can, I'll v 1) , o )uu unuiw. We did not see the girl again for a ii week; but in that time we learned a little more about the Tracy family. p Mrs. Hornby came over to our house t one afternoon to "set awhile." Mrs. v Hornby was an elderly person of so much leisure that she spent most of t ber time in "setting awhile" in the n homes of her neighbors; but she had o 30 much gossip to relate that she was o Dot, as a rule, unwelcome. h "You've heard about a man named I Tracy and his two children moving a into the old Peters place, haven't you, t Mis'Harley ?" asked Mrs. Hornby. h "Yes," replied the mother. "The girl has been up here to borrow some tl things." d "Ob, I reckon so ! I guess they live tl mostly on- what they can 'borrow.' d They'd better call it begging and he b done with it. Have they paid you tl back ?" si "No; but the girl was honest enough a to tell me that she couldn't pay me back if her father did not get work f< here." si "Work !" ejaculated Mrs. Hornby, d contemptuously. '"I guess that all the e work that Tracy fellow does won't b hurt him much nor do his family any ft good. He spends most of his time h down to Jim Fifer's saloon near the o Ferry. My ! I'd lead the way and a carry an axe if the women of this neighborhood would go down there a some night and tear down that saloon ii to the ground 1" v "Then the Tracy's are so poor be- c cause the father is a drinking man ?" "Yes; and you may well say poor, t I was going by the old Peters place 1 yesterday, and I just thought I'd step t in and see how the children were get- o ting along in that old shell." "Have they made the place at all s habitable ?" "Well, the man has exerted himself enough to hang a door or two and c patch the floor up some. They don't use but two rooms, and all but one j window in them are boarded up. They've got a rusty old cook-stove, a one or two old chairs, a battered and a patcbed-up old bedstead, a little pine e table and an old red cupboard, and that's every stick of furniture they ( have, excepting what that girl, Fan, has made out of some old boxes. She's a terror, that Fan is !" "One must allow a good deal for surroundings and the influence she has probably been under all her life," said my mother. "Well, she needn't be so saucy, anyhow. She just as good as told me that she didn't thank me for coming around, and going there with thekiudest motives! And when I asked her if she didn't have a broom to keep the place clean with, she had the impudence to ask me if I could'nt lend her mine, as I probably had no use for it, or I wouldn't have so much time to attend to other folk's door yards?the saucy thing !" "Did you see the little boy !" "Yes, and he had better manners. He sat back in a corner on a box and kept as quiet as a mouse. He's a pale, j sieklv-lookinir little fellow, and he It walks h little lame. I've seen him out in the timber picking up sticks to burn. I've heard of them 'borrowing' < things all over the neighborhood, but t I haven't heard of their paying anything back." ( However, the next day Fan came up s to our house and returned the sugar ' she had borrowed the week before, and { asked for some more Hour. My moth- i er, who was frying doughnuts, gave Fan three or four of these, in addition j to the flour, to carry home to her lit- i tie brother. < "Oh, I'm ever so much obliged, Mis' Harley ! Fan exclaimed, with tears in her eyes. "Carey'll be so pleased ! [ was trying to make up my mind to isk you for one for him, but I was ishamed. Dad don't earn scarcely mytbing, but he's husking corn now for a farmer, and I hope he'll have jteady work for awhile.'' But the next evening we heard that 'dad" had been at Jim Fifer's saloon ill day, and we knew that Fan's hopes iad come to naught. At 10 o'clock hat same evening my father, as be vas preparing to go to bed, heard vhat seemed to him a light, timid tnock on the front door. It was a dark, cold and stormy light; the wind blew with such force bat my father could not be sure that vbat tie heard was a kdock ai toe ioor. He listened, and when the tnock was repeated be open the door. ?an and Carey Tracy stood therein he cold, bareheaded and without i vraps. They had been crying, and Carey's lips were quivering still. "Will you let us come in out of the torm, Mr. Harley?" said Fan, with litterness in her voice. "We've no i dace to go, and I wouldn't ask for i my place for myself?I'd crawl into a laystack or stay in the woods all light; but I don't dare to with Carey. I le isn't strong, and I wish you'd I lease take him in, anyhow." "Come in, both of you," replied my I ather. "Why are you out at this time i >f the night?" < "I'll have to tell you the honest i ruth," she said, presently. "Father i ame home from that Ferry saloon I .bout an hour ago, and turned us out. i le never would have done it if he < ladn't been drinking. He isn't mean ; o us when he's sober. It's the fault f the saloon that he acts so, and I'll? f '11 tear down that saloon to the I ;round! I just will!" i "But that would be breaking the 1 aw, and another saloon would proba- I Jy be built in its place, said father. 1 Perhaps if you spoke to the saloon- < :eeper it might?" "I have been to him," interrupted ] ''an. "I've coaxed and begged him I iot to let father have drink, but what i ;ood did it do ? Not a bit." ] She put an arm around Carey proectingly, and the little fellow clung 1 o her side. My mother rose and preared a bed for Fan and her little irother. The next morning my father yent home with them to see if he ould not make some appeal to Tracy i behalf of his helpless children. The man was sober now and re- < lentant. He promised earnestly that his should be the last time that he yould drink rum. < "But he's promised that so many imes!" said Fan, wearily, following ? iy father a short distance from the < Id house. '"He promised it over and t ver to mother before she died, and i e'd keep his promise if he could. ? le can't while there are saloons I round. But there'll be one less in ' bis neighborhood some day, if this 1 appens again !" 1 It did happen again. It happened t hree days later; but this time Tracy I id not at first turn his children out of be house. He fell to the floor in a f runken stupor the moment he stum- 1 led across his own threshold, and lay i bere a helpless, degraded creature, a < bame and a sorrow to his children nd to himself. I Fan had put little Carey to bed be- ? jre his father came home. Now she ? at alone in the dim light of a smol- 1 ering fire in the rusty stove at one nd of the room. Her father lay, 1 reathing heavily, just where he had illen when he had stumbled into the > ouse, and Fan sat or crouched down n the floor by the stove and looked I t him. ' Her face took a sullen, dogged look 1 3 she sat there. Her brow contracted a a deep frown, and her thin fingers J worked nervously together as she lasped her hands in her lap. ' Sometimes she whispered something o herself, and shook her head savage- 1 y, but she did not stir from her posi- ion until long after the fire had died 1 ut and the room was cold and dark. ] Finally she got up and touched the leeping man lightly on the shoulder. 1 "Father," she said. 1 He made no reply, and Fan bent 1 >ver him and shook him lightly. 1 "Father," she said again, "don't ' rou want to go to bed ?" 1 He struck at her in the darkness, ' ind sprang suddenly to his feet, raging ind cursing. Fan knew what might ' ;ome. She ran to the bed' and dragged ' }arey from it. His clothes were on a 1 ihair by the bed ; Fan picked them ip and fled from the house with the :hild in her arms, a ragged old quilt ! vrapped around him. She did not itop running until Carey's weight cornjelled her to do so. He clung to her, rightened and crying. "There, there, don't be afraid ; sister vill take care of you," said Fan, soothngJy. She sat down on a fallen log, put >n the child's clothes and wrapped 1? .-...Jl#- oi.nnn/1 Viim oovinnr frt UC UJU ijunii atuuuu uiui| ?v lerself as she did so : "I'll do it! I'll do it! I've said hat I would and I will! But I'll jive Jim Fifer fair warning first. I'll jo tell him to his face." "Where you going now, Fan !" askid Carey, as Fan fumbled about exjitedly trying to tie one of the little ellow's ragged shoes in the darkness. 'Are we going up to Mr. Harley's igain Fun ?" "I hate to go up there again, Carey." "But it's raining now, Fan, and we :au't stay out here in the woods all light, can we?" "No, not if it rains, Carey ; but we ran?I know where' we'll go, Carey !" ;he said, with sudden resolution. 'It's where we've got the best right to jo; it's where we've got a perfect right to go ; come on." She sprang suddenly to her feet and started down the road at such a rapid -ate, with the little boy's hand claspjd so tightly in her's, that he begged : "Wait, Fan, wait! you' go too fast, and you hurt my baud." "I didn't mean to, Carey. I'll walk slower now." In halt an hour they came to Jim Fifer's saloon down by the ferry. The little one roomed framed house was dark, and Fan shook her fist savagely toward it as she hurried by with Carey clinging close to her side. "I'll do this neighborhood a good service by ridding it of you. I'd do it this very minute if I didn't have Carey with me," she gasped. Jim Fifer lived in a new house at the edge of the timber a short distance from his saloon. A bright light shone in two of the front windows of the house. "They're up," said Fan to herself. "It's a good thing they are, or I'd get 'erh up. My father's earnings have helped to pay for that bouse, and I've - - - Tin ? - 11 T* TV c a right to stay 111 it. rn ten jimr tier so 1" She rapped loudly at the door. Jim Fifer opened it. Fan strode in boldly with Carey's hand in hers. "I guess you know us, Jim Fifer," she said, when she had closed the door and was standing with her back against it. She stood and looked fiercely at him, while his wife, a sad-eyed, troubled-looking young woman stared at the two children in wonder. "I don't haye to tell you, Jim Fifer, that we are Mr. Tracy's children. He came home from your saloon mad with Irink awhile ago and chased us out into the cold and darkness; he's done it many a time when drink has made him crazy. We'd no place to go, and is your whisky made him drive us cut, I thought you'd feel that it was your place to take us in." She spoke fearlessly, with her big, shining black eyes fixed on the man's face. One arm was thrown protectingly around her little brother, who had bis face in her skirts and was trembling and crying with terror of ;he man whom be regarded as the cause of all their misfortune. Before the man could make any reply bis wife uttered a cry, and ran to him and hid her face on his breast. In i voice broken by sobs she cried -out pitifully: "Ob James! James! is it true? Does she tell the truth ? Fifer hung his head in silence, and Fan said in a lower and gentler tone : "It is true, every word of it, Mrs. Fifer. We've often been turned out it night into the cold and the wet, and on Mircred and huntrrv because of " w 0*~ '- O O * :hat saloon." "James! James! James!" cried Mrs. Fifer, in an agony of sbame and iistress. There bad been strange influences it work in Jim Fifer's heart for two >r three days; a slumbering con science had suddenly been quickened nto life. Several things had happen;d to trouble him. Other cases of distress had come to him, and his young wife had been pleading with him that very evening to forsake the business. He loved her, and he loved his own ,wo little boys sleeping safely in their )eds in the next room. He thought of them, and of the disgrace that he was piling up for their 'uture, as he looked at the two wet, agged, pale and hungry-looking chil Iren of Joe Tracy. His wife was thinking of them, too, 'or she suddenly cried out in a sharper 1 jote of pleading distress: "James! Tames! think of our own two little joys!" "I am thinking of them, Martha," , le said. "Then I know what you will do, Tames," she said. He nodded bis head two or three imes without speaking, and suddenly jroke away from his wife's embrace ind ran hatless from the bouse. His wife turned toward the two jhildreu, and took little Carey up into tier arms, crying over him and kissing lira. Five minutes later a red glow illumned tbe woods down by the Ferry. A. sheet of flame shot up among the trees, making their black and leafless branches stand out boldly in its light. Fhe flames rose higher and higher, and Mrs. Fifer and Fan could see in . .... . O ? i;?i- - _ i [tie Driiiiaut nreugut u umcucaucu man standing in the road with iolded arms looking at the destruction of his casks of liquor. He bad dragged them out into the road and set tire to them. The place at the Ferry was never reopened as a saloon. In a little building Jim Fifer set up the business of a shoemaker, to which be bad been trained. There 'ue prospered, and became a respected citizen. My father and several others interested themselves particularly in Tracy. There was a little house of two or three rooms on our farm into which they moved. Mrs. Fifer did much for the children. There were still remains of manliness and honor in poor Tracy, and the time came when Fan and Carey were proud to call him father, and when he was all that a father ought to be to his children. SCIENCE OF THE MOSQUITO. There are four truths respecting the mosquito which modern science has established: 1. A mosquito cannot live in air free from malarial poison. Untainted air has the same efFect on him as a healthy community on a doctor. It deprives him of Datients. and he must go to less favored localities to practice his profession. 2. The lymph, which flows through an automatic valve when it inserts its proboscis, contains a modified germ of the malarial fever, and, according to the well settled law of inoculation, the introduction of the weak germ rem ders harmless a subsequent attack by the strong germ. 3. The mosquito never swallows human blood. It cannot. The fact that its body becomes discolored and swells while probing is caused by the discoloration of the lymph in contact with I the blood and the muscular effort of inserting the probe. 4. A mosquito will never insert its lancet in a person not susceptible to an attack of malaria. In this respect its sense is more accurate than the most nielli A J AM/] nvtynMiAnnn/l na f hr\1/\rvi afr. OMUOU tlLIU UApCl ICUV/OU pavuvivgiovi This also proves not only its unerring instinct, but that it never wounds unnecessarily. Its thrusts are those of a skilled and human surgeon and even more unselfish, for hope of a fee never quickens him, nor does the malediction of his patient deter him in the fulfillment of bis duty. Remember, then, that the presence of a mosquito is an infallible sign that malaria is in the air and that you are exposed to it, and when you hear that well-known but solemn note of warning do not treat him as a foe, but as a friend.?Boston Transcript. 0, w POWDER Absolutely Pure When You Want Nice Clean Job Printing You should always go to The Enquirer office where such printing is done. Excursion Bills, Programmes, Dodgers, Circulars, Pamphlets, Law Briefs, Letter Heads, Note Heads, Bill Heads, Envelopes, and Cards of all kinds printed on short notice and at very reasonable and legitimate prices. A Snare And Delusion. IF you have taken out a life insurance policy in an Old Line high price "level premium" company with the idea that you would at sometime in, the future, while you yet drew the breath of life, receive substantial cash returns or "big dividends," we are here to tell you that you will be disappointed. Your policy will prove a snare and a delusion. It is all right for protection for your wife and children, as they will receive the face of the policy in case of your death, as they would also in a company that charges you half as much. A life insurance . policy is a fraud as an investment for a living man, and is the greatest blessing of which we or anybody else has any knowledge as a means of protecting the widow and orphans, after the breadwinner has been removed by death. If You Will Lay Aside Your Prejudice AND COME to us with a desire to learn why it is not to your interest to carry high priced insurance, and how we can furnish you just as safe insurance for at least 40 per cent, a year less than the other costs, we are sure we can show you to your satisfaction that the MUTUAL TJT?CFV?VTr T7TT\m T.TTTR ASSOOIA HON of New York does business on a plan that is absolutely safe, and will protect your loved, ones even better than they now are, at even a greater cost to to you. Of course if you are too prejudiced to investigate and imagine that the high price you are now paying makes your insurance better or safer, or better than it would be at less cost, we can't do anything for you ; but will be forced to let you go on until time, the crucial tester, convinces you, against your will, that you have been deceived. If You Have , No Insurance, 1 And think you should have, we would be i pleased to explain the Mutual Reserve i System to you. The Mutual Reserve is i the largest and strongest natural premium company in the world,and the fourth largest of ANY KIND. It has paid about 8550,000 to the widows and orphans of deceased policy-holders in South Carlina alone, during the past twelve years, and if all the insurance now carried in old line companies in the state was in the Mutual Reserve, not less than 8400,000, which now annually goes into the coffers of the former, would oe left in the state to help relieve the hard times about which we hear so much. SAM M. <& L. GEO. GRIST, General Agents, Yorkville, S. C. SHERIFF'S SALE. BY virtue of a tax execution in my bands, I will sell at public auction, in front of YORK COURT HOUSE DOOR, on the FIRST MONDAY of SEPTEMBER, 1807, a tract of land containing 100 acres, more or less, situated on the headwaters of Clark's Fork in King's Mountain township, bounded by lands of Stroup and others. Levied on as the property of G. D. Heath, to satisfy taxes, penalties and costs, on the above tract of land for the fiscal year commencing January 1, 1896. Amount due811.81. Terms of Sale?Cash. JOHN R. LOGAN, S. Y. C. August 7?sep 4 63 sot SATISFACTION GUARANTEED. I AM prepared to REPAIR COTTON GINS or any other kind of machine ry. GIN AND EiMil.NK Kfcnuni^u is my specialty. Can do as good work as ban be done at factory or anywhere else. I learned my trade in the shops of the Winsbip Machine company. Terms reasonable and satisfaction guaranteed. My "office" is next door south of Grist G'ousins's store, in Yorkville. W. A. HAWKINS. July 24 59 s3m DUELLING HOUSE FOR RENT. THE nice neat G-room cottage on South Congress street, and known as the "Happerfteld Home Place," is lor rent. On the premises is an elegant well of water and a nice dairy house. There is a good garden spot and a nice cow pasture? in all about one acre and a half of ground. For further information apply to T. B. McCLAIN. August 28 G9 stf TI|E TU ICE-A-U EEK ENQUIRER IS an up-to-date family newspaper, always tilled with clean and wholesome home reading and is published and mailed on time. Subscription price, $2; in clubs of two or more, ?1.75. Everybody is invited to make up clubs. OHIO RIVER AID CU0181. TIME TABLE of the Ohio River and Charleston Railway company, to takeeffect Monday, May 5th, at 7.30 a. m. STANDARD EASTERN TIME. QOINO SOUTH NO. 12. | Leave Marlon - 4 45 pmi Leave Rutherfordton.. 6 20 pm Leave Forest City - 6 50 pm( * Leave Hehrtetta 7 10 pm Leave Mooresboro 7 25 pm i Leave Shelby 8 2.5 pm Leave Patterson Springs.. 8 40 pm. Leave Earls 8 45 pm A rr1 vp n t. RlaMrnhnro' Q 00 nm No. 32. | No. 34. | Dally Daily Except Except i Sunday. Sunday. Leave Shelby 7 30 am Leave Patterson's Springs. 7 42 am < Leave Earle's 7 48 am " Leave Blacksburg 8 30 ami 8 40am Leave Smyrna 8 50 am 9 05 am Leave Hickory Grove 0 05 am 9 25 am Leave Sharon ? 20 am 9 50 am Leave Yorkvllle 9 35 amj 10 20 am Leave Tirzah 9 47 am 10 45 am Leave Newport 0 51am 10 55 am Leave Rock Hill 10 20 am 12 55 pm Leave Leslies 10 85 am 1 15 pin Leave Catawba Junction.. 10 40 am 1 50 pm Leave Lancaster 11 22 am 3 55 pm Leave Kershaw 12 05 pm 5 30 pm Arrive at Camden 100 pm 6 50 pm QOINQ NORTH. | No. 83. | No. 35. Dally I Dally Except Except Sunday.! Snnday. Leave Camden 2 00 pm] 9 00 am . Leave Kershaw 2 45 pm 11 10 am Leave Lancaster 3 25 pm 12 40 pm Leave Catawba Junction 4 00 pm 2 00 pm Leave Leslies 4 10 pm 2 10 pm Leave Rock Hill 4 30 pm! 4 40 pm Leave Newport 4 45 pm' 5 00 pm * Leave Tirzah 4 50 pm 5 20 pm Leave Yorkvllle .. 5 05 pm 6 00 pm Leave Sharon 5 20 pm 6 20 pm Leave Hickory Grove.... 6 40 pm; 6 40 pm Leave Smyrna 5 50 pm 6 55 pm Leave Blacksburg 6 20 pm* 7 80 pm Leave Earle's ' 6 85 pm] > Leave Patierson's Spring. 6 40 pml Arrive at Shelby 6 50 pm Nq. 11. | Leave Blacksburg 8 10 am Leave Earls 8 80 am Leave Patterson Springs 8 40 am Leave Shelby 9 10 am Leave Moo res bo ro 8 50 am I Leave Henrietta 10 00 am| Leave Forest City 10 20 am 4 T,ph.vp Rnth?rfnrHt.nn 10 SO am Arrive at Marlon 12 20 pm! CONNECTIONS. No. 32 has connection with Southern Railway at Rock Hill, and the S. A. L. at Catawba Junction. Nos. 34 and 35 will carry passengers. Nos. 11 and 12 have connection at Marlon with Southern Railway. At Roddeys, Old Point, King's Creek and London, trains stop only on signal. S. B. LUMPKIN, G. P. A. A. TRIPP, Superintendent. SAH'L HTTNT, General Manager. CAROLINA I muim 11 G. W. F. HARPER, President. Schedules in Effect from and After May 2, 1897. < CENTRAL TIME STANDARD. GOING NORTH. | NolO. | NoeoT Lea^ e Chester - 6 20 am | 8 30 a ra Leave Lowrysvllle ...... 6 13 am 9 05 am Leave McConnellsvllle 8 58am' 9 39am Leave Guthriesvllle.... 7 05am 9 56am Leave Yorkville 723am 10 50am Leave Clover 753am 1133am Leave Gastonla 8 25 am 120pm Leave Llncolnton 9 20am 2 46 pm Leave Newton 10 05am 4 20pm ' Leave Hickory 10 50 am 6 15 pm Arrive Lenoir 11.55 am 8 00 pm GOING SOOTH. | No. 9. 1 No 61. Leave Lenoir 3 10 pm; 8 00am Leave Hickory 4 15 pm; 750am Leave Newton 5 10 pm 9 00am Leave Llncolnton 556pm 10 30am Leave Gastonla 6 57 pm j 1 00 pm Leave Clover 7 42 pm ; 2 02 pm Leave Yorkville 8 11 pm 3 10 pm Leave Guthriesvllle ... 8 34 pm i 3 40 pm Leave McConnellsvIlle 8 43 pm I 3 .55 pm Leave Lowrysvllle 9 05pm 425pm Arrive Chester I 9 30 p m I 5 10 p m Trains Nos. 9 and 10 are first class, and run daily except Sunday. Trains Nos. SO and 61 carry passengers and also run daily except Sunday. There is good connection at Chester with the G. C. & N. and the C. C. & A., also LA C. R. R.; at Gastonia with the A. & C. A. L.; at Lincolnton with C. C.; and at Hickory an'd Newton with W. N. C. G. F. HARPER. Acting G. P. A., Lenoir, N. C. ' # HICKORY GROVE HIGH SCHOOL VSK THE HICKORY GROVE HIGH SCHOOL opens on the FIRST MONDAY IN SEPW3 TEMBER. Mr. W. T. SlaughraJr ter, for five years principal of the Greenville Graded school, and who has had an exerience of 16 years iri teaching, will have charge, and Miss Mattie J. Wilson, who comes highly recommended from Pamplin City, Va., will be bis assistant. Arrangements can be made for boys to board themselves in "Mess Hall," at actual cost. For further particulars, apply to either of the undersigned. W. M. McGILL, ) W. S. WILKERSON, [Trustees. W. J. MOORHEAD, J August 25 68 w2t S. W. WATSON. PHOTOGRAPHER, Cleveland Avenue, Yorlcville, 8. C. PHOTOGRAPHY in all the latest styles of the art. Special attention given to outdoor work. My gallery is thoroughly and comfortably furnished ' with all the latest improvements. Terms reasonable and strictly cash. S. W .WATSON. COFFINS ROBES AND CASKETS. ? WE now have probably the largest stock in the county to select from. Prices to suit customers, from the cheapest to fine Oaks, Walnuts, Broadcloth's of various qualities. 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