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By W. CLARK RUSSELL. Author of the "Wreck bf the Grosvenor, "A Sailor's Sweetheart," Etc. CHAPTER L GREYST0NE-0N-SEA. naqgr. In tho embrace of a curvature of this noblo island of Britain^ where the coast beheld by the passing manner shines before his eyea with the pearly glos3 and delicate shimmer of marble; where the land shoots out into tho sea, scorning, with its iron heel stanchly planted, the thunderous shocks of the hurri cane or the more deadly tooth of the lipping calm, and bearing on high at night its naming beacon, like the fabled giant defying the stars with uplifted torch, stands a town whereon no man with a mind into which soft thoughts may enter readily can gaze without stopping to reflect. hi this little town, time and the handi work of man have wrought lovingly together. And generous nature has backed ihem, glorifying ta<> land around with calm enrich ment of intermingling trees, and broad fields which pour their green or golden fruit3 down the hillsides and along the vigorous plains. Beheld from a distance, this little town ? seems to dwell with something of the shadowiness of an ancient picture upon tho English seashore. Shadowiness one sicks as an element in pic tures of a day which time has made dim. Greystone, in our own age, has this artistic condition in perfection. It is a ready made vignette to adorn the little social legend which the gossips have handed down through the century. As this little town is now, I say, so, with scarcely a change of note to name?counting the laying of gas pipe3 and the ejectment, in l&W, of Tobias Pipes, the town crier, as noth ing?was it in that year of grace, war, ra pine and high prices?to wit, Anno 1606. There goes now, and there went then, a narrow pass up to the westward of the town, out of the waste of silver sand which the water never covered, unless driven to it by a conspiracy of moon and gale. By two walls of rock, spanned for the footpath along the cliffs edge by a rude 1 bridge, looking from below, to rule the sky with a slim and giddy filament; by great protuberances of stone and rugged hunches of chalk intermitting a sandy, rushy herb age, with yellow grass in places and a moist, fain? colored moss of the hue of the jelly fish when it slowly cozes to the surface of green salt water?you passed into a verdant lone, and the moan of tho surf sounded hol low behind you through the echoing ravine. Along this lane, that broadened presently out of the shadow of trees and the intercep tion of hedgerows into a fair open road, you wound your steps toward the town, in the ripe summer time always losing the track a hundred yards ahead o. you behind the tall crops of the fields; and when the roofs and chimneys of the town were showing over harvest crops to the right, and the square turret of Holy Trinity, with its gilt cross standing like a flame of fire against the sky levelled its gray top with the green swell of the adjacent cliff?until you came to a hou&e. CHAPTER II. DB. SHAW ANO EIS SON. On a certain Wednesday afternoon, the walled inclosure of tha back of this house presented an agreeable scene of boys at play. There were not less than forty of them, with just half au acre of ground for their feet to measure. Now, tho whole circumference of the horizon might truly seem narrow scope for the impetuosities of their leap-frog, their "horses," and other extremely animated pastimes. Among the shadows under tho chestnuts a young man was seated on a bench. He held a book in his hand, over which ha pcred. Never was attitude of wrapt studiousness so intently expressed. In all the shouting and leaping of the boys, there was nothing to provoke a single impatient lifting of tho head of this figure. But ho never turned a page. Ho was of a slender build, yet with shoul ders broad enough to warrant him a man. His feet were such compact curves as a woman's eye would love to dwell on, for the mere sake of the breeding and pretti ness of them. -His bountiful auburn hair fell curling to his shoulders, as the fashion then was among men who were forswearing tho wig, yot sticking to tho traditions of lux uriant head clothing. This was all of him now visible. Yet enough to make a picture of gentle masculine grace, and a shapo of strong and nervous beauty. He paid no more heed to the boys than they to him, though he was there to keep them in ord-.r. While he thus sat, th?re came briskly on to a platform (whence a flight of steps led to the playground) a short, plump old man in black stockings and tail coat, and frill spreading out like a fan from his bosom. Catching hold of the rail ho ran his small, brilliant black eyes (taking a power of il lumination from shaggy white eyebrows and a dusky skin) over the tumbling figures of tho boys, and then looked steadfastly at the young man whose back wa3 toward him. By degrees the boys grew aware of his presenca Their shouts slackened, their mirth grew constrained, their antics got flatter. Still the bcfrilled figure stood staring on the young man, and the young man sat bending over his book, lost, hi some deep kind of contemplation, to all external change. "Cuthbertf shouted the eld man. The young fellow looked around quickly, as tLough alarmed by the voice, or Vather by the meditations which tkv voice had dis turbed. He aroso and went toward the house. "What book is that inj-our hundf inquired the old gentleman, with his eyebrows knitted, and the hair of tbwn glittering like fros: ?i the beam of sunshine that fell straight on his face through the trees. "Juvenal, sir." And as the young man spoke ho glanced upward with a pair of blue eyes, and dis posed a beautiful and winning countenance. "Jtrvenal, indeed! Mach of Javenal bare you read since I have stood hare with my eyes upon you." "Really-? "No, no; that's not your task. And give me leavo to say that while you are wool gathering Batemen, senior, and Francis Tro maine have earned a flogging for using their fists. That was proceeding in a true line with your nose, and all the waggeries of t!u> poet should not keep you from noting mis conduct, if your mind was not elsewhere than in your head,'" This was spoken in a low tone, not wanting in sharp distinctness. The young fellow addressed as .Cuthbert marie no reply. He stood in passive posture with no more than a little deepening of the expression of thoughtfulness on his face, and his eyes bent down upon the ground. Tho old gentleman, having made an end of Vis rebuke, gazed at him fixedly for several moments, and then, bidding him "step with him into his study," wheeled about and went ?into the house. The boys, left to themselves, fell to their sports again with an uproar that took a new edge from its short suppression. The doctor seated himself in a crimson velvet armchair, and motioned to. the other to sit. Then, crossing his legs, and nursing his knee with plump hands, on the forefinger of one of which was a great signet ring, he fixed his eye3 on his companion with a gaze which, for severity and keemess, should have bored his mind through,and through. "Cuthbert." said he, speaking in a clear, firm voice, not, perhaps, destitute of a touch of suavity, "I have long had it on my mind to bring you to book with a plain qyestion. Living under my eye as you do, do you con ceive it possible, sir, that the remarkable change your character has undergone should have escaped mo? Come, I will speak intelli gibly. It strikes me that you grow weary of your apprenticeship. Understand me. You would rather not be a schoolmaster. Is that it? Look at me full in the eyes, man, and re member that your father abhors a lie." CUTHBERT AND DR. SHAW. Cuthbert raised his eyes, but they fell in stantly. Still he answered quickly: "I don't grow weary of it Why do you challenge me? Has a single murmur ever escaped me?" "What! Is discontent to be expressed by nothing but groans? Give mo leave to tell you that a man can murmur with his face, sir, without opening his mouth. Pray, under stand that?murmur with his face, sir."* ""Well," said Cuthbert, with a little droop ing of the head and a reluctant manner, "I will say that if I did not know how near your wishes concerning me lay to your heart, I? I-? Here he shrugged his shoulders, smiled faintly and fell silent, beating the ground softly with his foot "Pray finish your sentence. You would correct a pupil, I hope, for stammering," broke in the irritable doctor. With an expression in his eyes which made it very difficult to tell whether he was quite as much in earnest as his speech represented him, Cuthbert exclaimed, with a certain fas tidious emphasis: "I think no young Englishman who reads the papers but must sometimes feel a gener ous ambition to share in tho glories and perils of the deeds which British soldiers and sailors are enacting in all parts of the world." The doctor stared; his face hung between a scowl and a grin; then he burst out sharp ly: "The world is before you! It is only your own-legs hinder your generous ambition. Wbat else stays you?" "Your wishes." The doctor sneered. "Or I had better say my duty," said tho young fellow, in a soft voice, looking for a moment at his father, and thou turning his eyes aside and biting his lip. "Duty!" cried the doctor, sarcastically. "Are you stopped by the duty you owe me. or the duty you owe yourself? Ii you want to illustrate fine thoughts, give me something better than brave words for proof. If your father's calling Ls too low a pursuit-" "Low, sir!" "I said low." "Indeed, then-" "Hold your prate! How dare you inter rupt me, sir! I say that if your father's I calling is too low a pursuit to satisfy your j vaulting mind, why, shako off the moan I burden, loosen your wings, and leavo your duty behind you. Tut! tut!" he cried, mo tioning with his hand; "if those are your fancies, I'll not balk your gratification of them, trust me! It is nothing, of course," ho continued with a bitterness ho could not con ceal, though he would imagine his satirical smile a good mask, "that for twenty years I should have been sturdily plodding on in hope of leaving you an established man of sound report and name, narrowly holding my earnings, with tho blessed help of your dead and sacred mother, that I might give you an Oxford training; nothing my vigor ous toil, my slow and painful reaches to com petency, of which wbat should you know 1 beyond what you have gleaned from your j poor mother's tales of our early struggles? Pshaw! get you gone, my dear! There is glory abroad, indeed!?murder, lust and fire! Now go and add your mite to the general destruction, by the demolition of your fathor's boi>es!" I This was high tragedy rant. Something to make a modern laugh. But old gentlemen used to .spout somewhat in this way in those days; and sons who called papas "sir" listened respectfully to stronger stuff than this, as you may see in the comedies of the age and learn from the tales of your grandfather. "Father," cried Cuthbert?and there shot into Iiis face a sudden expression of deep ap peal that made its beauty as touching and as soft as a woman's?"you are not just to me. I do not wish to leavo you. I glanced very lightly at my fancies. Fancies they are? must trifling; without influence, indeed. If there is anything in my manner that causes yon uneasiness, I will reform it." But once more his keen glance went down ward, and the keen gaze of his father's black eyes assuredly belied their owner's sagacity if he did not detect that something stood be tween him and his 6on's honesty*. Yet, divining no other reason that his son Ehould not be honest with htm than that he was smarting under youthful impatience of dull routine, he stuck like a man to tio skirts of Cuthbert'3 own suggestions. "I don't say," he remarked, in a softened manner, "that the business of educating boys Is uot tedious. But after oil, name mo the calling that has not something objection able." "I have said that I am content to remain as lam." "Is that really so?" 'Truly so." "Yet you are not yourself," said the doc tor, gazing doubtfully at his son; "some thing is amiss. Just now Juvenal was under your nose and?let me see the book." Cuthl>ert handed him the voluma "Well, it is Juvenal; but that is mere luck, for you never looked at it What distracts you?" The young fellow folded his arms and re mained silent, slowly swaying his foot. "I date this change in you from the day of your return from London," continued Dr. Shaw, drawing from his pocket a small gilt snuff box, and taking a pinch ready to apply when anger should set him sniffling. "I put money into your hand for the holiday, and trusted to your discretion to make it a cheap purchase of enlarged views. What did you do in London? I need not ask you. .You have told me?you went sightseeing?and I believe you." Cuthbert bit his lip. "That is enough, sir?I believe you," con tinued the doctor, answering with emphasis the brief glance that Cuthbert threw at him. "Now, am I to suppose that this holiday up set you? Come, come, you are not a yokel, that you cannot walk London streets with out your ambition taking fire from every print shop." Ho paused, his hand with the pinch of snuff in it suspended, and a light of angry triumph in his eyes, as though he should su}*, "The secret cannot elude me, but I hate the dis covery." Cuthbert rose and walked to the window, and looked out upon the green swell of cliff and the blue faint space of sea beyond. That there was a secret in his mind might be known by the pain in his eyes and a con traction of brow which told of a sudden in ward wrestle. But theso signs faded, leaving him not paler than he was before, and with a tran quil smile, sweet with the melancholy and docility in it, he turned to his father and said: "Nothing is amiss with me in the way you suppose. Givo me a day or two for reflec tion. I shall then have something to tell you, and God knows what indulgence you shall show me." The doc'.or arched his eyebrows, and, with a stiffening of his back, made his frill project fiercely. "I don't like your strong expressions, sir. And pray, what have you dono, that you should hesitate to avow it?" And ho stuck his head back until the hol low of his throat showed above his white neckerchief. But if Dr. Shaw could be angry, so, too, could Cuthbert, his son, be obstinate; and tho touch of the mulo thnt is in the composition of most men shows nowhere more trans parently than in a handsome face. I "Give me your permission to leave you, air," saifl Cuthbert. Tho doctor waived his hand, and Cuthbert walked out. Isaac Shaw was doctor of laws; and this much could be said of him?that better blood than his did not flow in any man's veins in all that town of Greystone, and that hioro of tho learning which is not so much wisdom ?s scholarship thickened no man's wits within the municipal area. But Isaac Shaw's learning was more to his profit than honor, as it brought him pupils but gave him no social advance beyond fellow townsmen, inasmuch as not tho rector, even, had weight of erudition enough to sink to tho depths of his knowledge. On tho othor hand, his blood was more to his honor than profit, as it made him haughty and exclusive", with a rattlo of insolence sometimes so that he was an unpopular man at Greystone, which supplied him with one only of the forty pupils who studied and struggled on his premises. This Dr. Isaac. Shaw loved his son Cuth bert with that kind of love which makes a man unkindly critical, vicious in perception of small weaknosses, and a very strait-jacket unto the object of its affections, that it may walk with moral erectnoss all the days of its lifo. For many a year tho current of the boy's existence had flowed gently down tho chan nel of academic routine, with never a break of froth in it, nor sudden hasting, nor sharp divergence. Until [sudden]}'?but the heavens know not without cause?there fell upon his moods a shadow so like melancholy that the doctor : took counsel with himself and reasoned thus: "Ho is mewed up here, and we take few holidays. Every man requires now and again a change of scene Ergo, Cuthbert re quires a chango of scene. Ho has asked for such a chango of scene, and ho shall have it I will furnish him with twenty guineas, and he shall go to London and see lifo for a fort night." But lol concession, instead of casting out the one devil from his son's mind, merely liberated tho imp to return with sevon worse' imps than itself. "What is on his mind I cannot conjecture," tho doctor musod, looking at the door which Cuthbert had closed. "Ho says he Is not weary of this lifo." With a gloomy brow and a puzzled wrinkle of tho nose, ho snuffed up the pinch ho had. held throughout tho interview, and mut tered: "But then he may he." Now, Dr. Isaac Shaw hated strong ex pressions. CHAPTER IIL ccthbert's sechet. Utter silenco falls never on a bo3's' school. Not even on tho dormitories, wherein tho snoring of dull stomachs and mutterings of young slumber, and tho restless sprawling of limbs that makes tho bedsteads creak and the bed clothes slide, nro sounds audible through out the night But there should be peace at prayer timo. That hour Is arrived, and now we cortaiuly find a tolerable stillness on the benches, 3'oung knees and fitful tendeucy toward laughter notwithstanding. The resident ushers at the corner of each form, their fingers to their eyes, stand erect Cuthbert knceLs near his father. A breeze from the sea keeps the chestnut leaves at the windows shivering, and through tho twink ling of them the faint gold-shine in tho west comes and goes, with tho large stirs in tho nearer sky and the growing whiteness of moonlight on the fields. Then to bed decorously, us becomes tho re cipients of the benediction. As tho boys file out through one door, Cuth In-rt walks out behind his lather through an other door. Though watched on the whole by his father more closely than he merited, seeing that ho had long ago abandoned petticoats, Cuthbert enjoyed every evening an hour and a half of liberty, what time tho doctor, having dis missed his scholars to bed, withdrew to his study to relax his mind in all ways that pleased him after tho tension of the day. His little spell of evening holiday was come, and us the tails of his father's coat flattered through-the study door^Cuthbert swung down his hat and left the house. In the young moonlight, and the glimmer ing memories of crimson over the dark line of the cliff, the ocean breeze, snatching land fragrance from the nestling crops, was sweet 03 honey. Down the broad white road Cuthbert went swiftly, pausing once to pull a watch from his fob. The road led straight to the town. Coming presently to the brow of the west ern slope, the town lJ$- in a fog of moonlight at his leet, the lamps threading it in veins of tiro sparks, and the sea creaming a wash of white foam on the semicircle of beach. And so forward and downward, his shadow growing smaller in his wake, and the dusky crops on either hand rippling their ears on a level with his shoulders, until a row of noble waysido elms bury him in thoir heavy gloom. Here he halts. It is a weak-hearted lovo that is not punc tual in its promises; and wbat should excuse delay, when tho lover waits and the summer moon shines out her sweet invitation, and the soft wind sets the trees bending stately heads to behold tho coming of the tardy one? Butlo! a figure steals around tho bend of the road from behind the plumage of tho fields, and ip a momont lips are meeting. The embrace is a warm one wanting in coyness, and the richer in tenderness for the want Something to stiffen Dr. Shaw's frill Into ferocity, and to rob the fluest Scotch of all flavor In his nose. "It is barely the quarter," the girl said in a low voice; and she clasped her hands upon his arm and strained her eyes at his face. "We are both before our time." "Both impatient, Jenny." "Ay; but I will take most credit, for the way is all up hill for me, dear." "How long can }'ou give me, pretty?" "Kot above five minutes." "Indeed; then thoso minutes shall be long ones." "Not above five minutes I say, Cuthbert; and I feel the pity of it this lovely night, when the moon is so pretty, that I shall cry to go to bed." He kissed her hand. "Mothev thinks J am gone to see Kate Oli ver," she went on. "So I must not stay, for fear she should ask father to fetch me. There are troops of fishornien in the market place, and the streets are full of people, and mother does not like me to walk alone." "Would she think you safe with your hus band?" "Ah, would not she! If father had her heart-?" "Put away your hat that you may lay your soft hair on my shoulder. Here is a dry cushion of grass with a streak of moonlight on it for me to see you in. Have a little pa tionce while I talk to you. Mother will not be wondering yet" So they seated themselves on tho verdure, wh'ere the moonlight fell in a lance of trem ulous silver, and she, dutifully removing her bat, bent her cheek to his shoulder. Thus they sat, with no other sound to dis turb them than the moauing of tb.9 sea and the rustling of the leaves over their heads. In the moonlight a lovely woman's face takes a sail and moving beauty. Not a sweeter face ever smiled in the love of man's oyes than Jenn3''s, though marred by the moonlight as a mirror for the emo tions, which, in tho glory of the day, gave it color and archuoss, and a hundred turns of grace. "My little wife," said he in his gentle voice, "I have been closely pressed to-day by my father. I put him on a scent that puzzled htm; and really ho went down to it greedily, for his anxiety to find out the meaning of s-?h*fc he chooses to call my altered behavior is perfectly wonderful I hinted?merely Winted?that tho news of our sea fights, and our battles ashore, had set my heart beating for higher feast than cramming boys with learning. Well, it was time he noticed some change in me." Jenny counted with her fingers upon his shoulder, softly smiling and listening to him the while. "He said to me," Cuthbert went on, " 'I date tho alteration in you from tho day of your return from London' He drawa near, you see, dear. He Is dreadfully close at my heels. Still his notion is odd, seeing that I have not moped since as I moped before I went that trip." "How liko our adventures at homo are? Only to-day mother camo up to me and took my ear in her hand, and said, 'Jenny, Jonny, I will fjqueezo hard if thou art not honest. I hear you sighing in your sleep just like my old schoolmate Sally Mattocks did when the silly wench brought trouble upon herself by listening to a gypsy woman's lies. Father watches you closely, and I know him very well as a man who never troubles himself to stare, unless there be something to see. What is it, silly T I pulled my ear away and mado it burn to run from her, and I laughed that she might think her talk nonsense. But oh, my dear, I could not help crying just two or threo tears. I do not fear mother?indeed, she would be very proud of my own, and love him for his own sweet sako and make him her boast, as I know she would; for often father tells her that she has made her god-mothers sad fibbers, though what ho mean3 by that you shall tell me, as I have not one littjo bit of thy clovernoss in my head, sweet?but father's eyes when ho is angry make me shiver. What bold things a girl will do for love. And yet it does not make her brave." She put her hand over her eyes and peeped at him through her fingers; not for tho co quetry of it, but that she might not lose sight of him for a moment "Jenny, I will tell you what it is?there is no help for it but honesty. And that we need not be afraid of." "Ob, no, indeed! Tho Lord forbid. We are both truly honest, I thank God." "I will begin with your father, Jenny. That is my resolve; and one's own wishes are tho easiest way, love. To-morrow evening I will see Mr. Strangfield and tell him we are married." "To-morrow evening!" It was a loug way off for their next meet ing, but very close for bitter business, "it is not too soon!" he said, soothingly. "No, it is not too soon," she answered, with a little shudder. "But I wish it were over?I wish he knew." "Every moment of delay," he continued, "is a new wrong to you, my pet; ond surely I am no loving husband, Jenny, if I wrong you. What excuse have I for delay; So far it has been cowardice. But I can end it if I choose, and to-morrow night it is done. Will your father be at home?" "I dread to say yes. I shall net dare to face him." "Jenny, you must not bo so timid. You are not alone." "But I can henr him crying, 'Jenny, Jenny, como down from your room!' with bis face like wood, and the angry stoop of bis head, wliieh h<" will lift in flames, as I saw him once when he charged bis uieco Martha, who is dead, with an evil deed." "Tbisjs no evil deed, my pretty." "Did not I just now say we were honest? In my heart I feel we are: yet what should my conscience answer if father calls me de ceitful!" "But, 3'ou see, there are so many kinds of deceit. There is one kind that injures people and another kind that injures no oue. Whom have we injured? Dearest, there Is nothing to fear." ?I cannot help fearing my father," sho con tinued, in a trembling voico, "for though he Is very stern, he loves me; and I dread the thoughts his love will fill him with when he bears that I have deceived him and mother." "The worst is not so bad as the dread of it, lear." "Ho is so terribly religious." "Ay, a Baptist; and my papa is a Tory Churchman! And we are to be impaled on heir prejudices! Thank the Lord, old men are scant of breath, and when their lungs are empty, young men may-" "Hark! here are the coast guards." The tramp of men, deadened by the smoth ering dust of the road, fell upon their ears; and soon a little company of dark figures, with the moonshine kindling silver stars in the polished points of their weapons, turned the corner and strode sturdilv, in silence, up the hill. "It should be half-past eight," said Jenny. "I must bo going, Bortio. I must be going, indeed. Good-night; say good-night to me, Bertie." They both rose, their hands clasped. "To-morrow night, at half-past eight, watch for mo at your window, Jenny. My mind is resolved. I will speak to your father first, and then tell mino the story. "We shall 3leep the sweeter for it. A clear conscience before all things, and that will como by hon oring ourselves." "Yes, it is right," sho whisporod with a little shiver. "Kiss me, and say good-night". Ho strained her in his arms, and 3he went away, but slackoned her pace and fled back to him out of tbo moonlight Then, slipping from his hps, she ran across the road and was gone. (TO BE CONTINUED.) South Carolina SCailvray. Commencing on May 9th, 18S6, Passengei Trains will run a- follows until fur ther notice : greenville express Going West, Daily Through Train. Depart Charleston ...". 7.20 a in Depart BranchviUe. 8.31 a ni Depart Orangeburg. 9.14 a m Depart Kingville. 9.56 a in Due at Columbia.10.35 a ni Going East, Daily Through Train. Depart Columbia.5.2" p m Depart Kingville.!.0.07 p m Depart Orangeburg.6.45S p ni Depart Branchville.7.23 p m" Due at Charleston.L>.00 p in accommodation local train. Going West, Daily. Depart Charleston..".10 p ni Depart Branchville.7.33 p ni Depart Orangeburg.8.12 p ui Depart Kingville..'.9.0S p ni Due at Columbia.10.00 p m Going East, Daily. Depart Columbia.G.G0 a 111 Depart Kingville.7.13 a m Depart Orahgeburg.8.12 a in Depart Branchville.9.00 a ni Due at Charleston.11.00 a ir WAY freight and passenger train. Going West. Depart Branchville.0.43 a m Depart Orangeburg.8.12 a m Depart .St. Matthews.8.48 a 111 Due Kingville.9.30 a 111 Going East. Depart Kingville.6.13 p m Depart St. Matthews.6.38 p m Depart Orangeburg.7.40 p m Due Branchville.8.43 p 111 camden train. West, Daily, Except Sunday. Depart Kingville.10.03 air 6.12 p m Due at Camden.12.37 p m 7.42 p m East, Daily, Except Sunday. Depart Camden.."..7.00 a m 3.15 p m Due at Kinsgville.8.30 a ni 5.47 p DO augusta division. West, Daily. Depart Branchville? 2.35 a m 8.50 a 111 7.35 p in Depart Blackville? 4.18 a m 9.45 a m 8.31 p m Due at Augusta? 7.30 a in 11.35 a in 10.25 p in Eist, Daily. Depart Augusta? 6.05 a m 4.40 p til 10.35 p Dl Depart Blackville 7.50 a m 6.26 p m 1.42 a m Due at Branchville? 8.45 a m 7.22 p m 3.15 a in Passengers to and from stations on Cain den Branch change cars at Kingville. Passengers to or from stations on Augus ta Division change ears at Branchville, also at Blackville for Barnwell. Connections .made at Columbia with Co lumbia and Greenville Railroad by train ar riving at Columbia at 10.35 A. M. and de parting at 5.27 P. M. Connections made at Columbia Junction with Charlotte, Colum bia and Augusta Railroad, also b) these trains to and from all points on both roads. Connection made at Charles ton with steamers for New York on Wednes days and Saturdays; also, with Savannah anil Charleston Railroad to all points South. Through Tickets can be purchased to all points South and West by applying to D. C. Allen, General Passenger and Ticket Agent John B. Peck, General Manager. J. G. Postell, Agent at Orangeburg. V?" OrsiFriolrailallerj OVER B. B. OWEN'S, Russen Street, Orangeburg, S. C. To the Public : I have opened a first class Photo Gallery. I would lie pleased to have samples of work examined at Gallery. AU werk strictly first-class. Photos of Groups and Rabies a speciality by Instant method. All Yewing Exteriors, Dwellings, Horses, Dogs and Animal taken at short notice by instant method. Old pictures copiedjand enlarged. Special attention given to this branch of work. Pictures finished in water colors, India Ink and Crayon. Also Photo taken from the size of ?smallest pocket to full life 3x5 feet All work done with neatness and dispatch. Yewing any where iu the State. Special discounts on all orders over 810.00. Give me a call, 1 will assure satisfaction. All work CASH ON DELIVERY. Postiveh no credit. VAN ORSDELL, A rtist, * .July 17 Rus.seli Street. Orange burg, S. C. For Sale I VALUABLE PLANTATION -<-V eight milts east ni town on the Five Chop road. Contains 500 acres of land, 150 of which is under cultivation, and remain der well wooded with pine, oak, hickory, ive. Besides dwelling and other necessary buildings, all of which are in excellent con dition, there is a well appointed!, steam gin, saw and grist mill, with power cotton press, seed crusher, cotton elevator, wagon scales and cut off saw. On the place Is an excel lent carp pond, stocked wjtli scale can) (the only pond in this county, to my knowledge, that has raised carp.) This place is excel lleiitlv located in the center of a thickly ! settled neighborhood, there-by possessing I excelleni advantages a- a location for phy sician. This place with stock and ail other I appurtenances, together with crop made ! upon it this year, except cotton crop, w ill be I sold on ten?s to suit purchaser: Apply to W. S. IJakton, M. 1). "Starwall" Farm, Orangcburg, S. C. I JuneSum ! "MOORE COUNTY SEIT" r.-..-bcsl Mill ? tw:?tli* World J - Table Men!, j Samr-ki "i moal Mat -:. *\ fU-m. :.. s.-:il l c pricesi nn ;-.,riai l?CTii 3taU, l'n- r M?.l In let Raun?? and Mill tfitfctt. Wear* spinti for Kiteines, IIoIIith,miw MilN, Cotton t:in?, Man?rt. 4r." ?Uu l .r Koller-.Uill Outfit*?jMch?M-Ot?w*wti i.r :h? mill? In over) barrel o! Iloiir m nuke*. Wri:c Matins what you wan: and unify- u ?i?t \n*|0?. Gi<o rehroct-i. AdtlNM. North ( aroliini .11111 atone Co., Pm1mw?qJ, Muoru cv. N. c. SLAUGHTER THIS MONTH IN FINE DRESS GOODS. The critical time in the Dress Goods trade of the season lias arrived and HENRY KOHN will not delay the usual CUT Which he makes in the prices of his Spring Dress Goods Slock in order to close them out! Those who desire to get the most for their MONEY i always respond to my notiee of "CUT I . PRICES." Cashmeres, Plaids, Alhertross, French Bazcs, Mikado Suitings and Tricot Cloths, I have been reduced fully 2? per cent, to re duce the stock. Fine White Embroidered Kobes in boxes j from ?2.50, 5-.7J and ?:>, these prices are ; one half of former price.. j SHOES. ; HENRY KOUN'S new Shoes and Slip pers, the best and cheadest stock ever offer ed in tlfe City. I NO SHODDY S1I?ES ! NO TRASH SHOES! 1IENRY KOilN'S stock of Ribbons ami Laces, is beyond comparison, the largest ami cheapest assortment iu the City. RUGS, MATTINGS AXD SHADES. Shade and patent rollers complete 73 cents. Gents reinforced Shirts, linen fronts "0 cents. No use i:; talking HENRY KOHN leads in the Clothing trade for Men, Loys and Children, be sura and look when you want a suit of Clothing. Thousands of Bargains in Corsets. Fans, Domestics. Cassimiers, &e., limited space forbids the mention of. IT COSTS AOTIingTO LOOK. It will save vuu money to do w?. HENRY KOHN. LEADER OF LOW PRICES.