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"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 .
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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
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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
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"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. |
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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
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)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
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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
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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
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: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
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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
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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
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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.
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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
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penalties and costs, on the above tract
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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.
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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.
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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. Metalic aud White
goods in infants and adults sizes. Personal
attention. New Hearse^
W. B. MOO KB & OO.
She SJorfewUt (Enquirer.
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