Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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To Day ? How's your stomach? Sour?weak?nervous?shaky? Bad taste? Last night's dinner didn't agree? ^ell. just step over to the drug store and "get , a bottle of For Indigestion and Dyspepsia Take a good, liberal dose, and you will be surprised how good it will make you feel. Kodol makes weak stomachs strong. Kodol is pleasant and palatable. Kodol digests all the food you eat. Keeps the Stomach Sweet A. C. DUKES, M. D. : : : : : A. C. DOYLE & CO. 'SATISFACTION OE YOJJ? MONET BACK.' 232 and'234 King St., x Charleston S. C. THE LARGEST WHOLESALE UND RETAIL MAIL ORDER HOUSE IN THE SOUTH. ??(Cut Fine Piece Goods for Mentals in Aij L?j|tl at Wholesale -Prices.' FASCINATING FALL AND WINTER WARM WEATHER UNDERWEAR. Gents' Heavy Cotton and Wool Mixed Vest and Drawers, valued $1.25. Special each 98c. FABRICS. 44- inch satin stripped Poplin, black and all colors, yard $1.39. 45- inch imported Fillet Voile, in blue, gray and brown, yard $1.25. 46- inch Satin Viola, black and all the new colors, yard $1.75. We carry a large assortment of Ribbed Vests, medium and Dress Goods in plain weaves and fan- weights, each 75c. cy mixtures, in all the newest colors, 12 l-2c, 15c, 25c, 39c, 48c up to $3.50 the yard. Special! Ladies' Taffeta Silk Waists, black Gents' All Wool Vest and Drawers (natural color) each $1.48. Ladies' Cotton and Wool Mixed heavy Ladles' Cotton Ribbed Vest and Drawers, light, medium and heavy weights, each 49c. Ladles' light weight Silk and and colors, value $4.00, special each Wool Vest and Drawers, each $1.00. $3.00. NEW WAIST STYLES. Styles, Yes! Al! that is possible to put into a correctly made waist. But there is service, too, and lowness of price, that, quality considered, is little short of astonishing and most pleas FINEST DISPLAY OF LADIES' AND . MISSES' SUITS IN THE SOUTH Ladies' strictly Tailored Suits, in fancy mixtures, would sell easily at $25.00, our price, suit $10.00. Ladies' and Misses' Tailor Made Suits, in plain broadcloth and man nish mixtures, Suits that would retail ing as well easily at $20.00, our price, suit $15.00. At $25.00 We have an assortment of Ladies' and Misses' Suits In plain and fancy ]ace and medanionsr$2.50, stripped broadcloths, plain and fancy $3 75 Up to $25 00 Panamas and Herringbone stripes, In all the new colors. The largest Ladies* White Linen Waists, some assortment and the greatest values trimmed embroidered figures, others New Taffeta Silk Waists In Black, and a full line of colors, each $6.00. Ladies' Lace Waists, trimmed wltb $3.00. in the South, suit $25.00. plain tucked, $2.50 to $10.00. PIKE'S Special Bargains for Ten Days. BEST DRESS GINGHAMS.4 cents. _$1.25 BED SPREADS.98 cents. $1.25 COMFORTS..98 cents. LADIES BLACK HOSE.5 cents. FANCY .5 cents. HANDKERCHIEFS.'>i? cents. HAIR PINS.1 cent. CLOTHES PINS.1 cent. ALL CLOAKS AT.New York Prices. MILLINERY. WE WILL CLOSE OUT ALL OUR MILLINERY RE GARDLESS OF COST. THESE GOODS MUST GOAT ANY SACRIFICE. LIVERPOOL SALT. Received One Car Load Imported Liverpool Salt. E. N. SC0VILL. My Night In The Museum A New Year's Story By P. J. TANSEY Copyright, 1906, by P. J, Tansey. B? W.*S sitting at the feat of Ram eses II., with Adam at my right and his eldest son at my left, when a distant church bell announced rather prematurely the birth of the new year. Near me lay, in their figured caskets, the mummies of the noblest of ancient Egypt, and the great hissing arc light outside the win dows disclosed gently falling snow and glinted or cast shadows of snow laden bramblei; on the scores of marble fig ures all around me. I was the only living being in the great museum of art, Central park. New York city, where I was serving for the-night in the regular watch man's place. Could I have foreseen the adventures that were to be mine ere morning? But let me narrate them In orderly fashion. There had been silence for a few minutes. The sexton of the distant church, finding that no one followed his lead, had stopped ringing. I looked at my watch. One minute of midnight Ugh! How shivery cold It was. getting! Suddenly there broke out the usual din with which New York welcomes In the new year. Cannon, bells, steam whistles and revolvers joined in the nolsemaking, and amid it all I could hear faintly the faroff chimes of Trin ity. But only for a moment for just then from every pedestal around me down jumped Its marble occupant, striking the marble floor with a stony thump, but Instantly stretching limbs and yawning with great show of sat isfaction at release from the cramped attitudes of statuehood. That I did not die where I sat was the chief mar vel of it all. "Happy New Year! Happy New Year!" The hall of marble resounded with their salutations. The swarthy bronze Bacchante danced past me, with her baby, up to Mother Eve and kissed her on the cheek with a loud smack. "I love you, mother," quoth ,she, "for the spice you put Into life. May the apple crop be good this year and every son of Adam as easily led by the nose as ever!" 'Mother Eve." spoke Socrates, "the remarks of the Bacchante have caused a discussion to arise between my mas ter Plato here and myself as to the correctness of the theory put forth by Bernard Shaw?to wit, that It is the woman who pursues the man, all an cient views to the contrary notwith standing. Will you kindly condescend to settle the question?" "Oh, how could Bernard say such a thing?" coyly answered the beautiful and still youthful mother of all man kind as she clasped her hands over her eyes. "Why, Adam followed me all over the garden, begging me to name the day before I even spoke to him!" "I couldn't help It," confessed Adam 6heeplshly, "She'd walk past so proud ly and so prettily.'* "Didn't I tell you?" triumphantly cried Plato to Socrates. "What? Wasn't I right?' angrily re torted the other sage. "Oh, stOi. blckerlug! You never can settle It. Let's have a drink and a song!" suggested Bacchus. "A song!" A song!" echoed the ghostly assembly. 'But who'll sing the noo?" Inquired Robert Burns. "I got nae drink for "Now, you see, if Taft hadn't gone i to Cuba," Noah was overheard saying 1 behind a pillar to Commodore Perry as the hand clapping ended. "He's at it again," cried aemebody, and all laughed uproariously. "I would suggest that more consid eration be shown for the feelings of individual members o?.the company," spoke up John the Baptist warmly. "Oh, don't lose your head over it," advised Shakespeare wearily. "I knew you'd say that" retorted the saint. "Bacon said It to me last year.' "Peace! Peace!" cried the god Pan rushing In between them. "Im going to play you all a tune." "How much do you expect for this asked Diogenes of me, picking up the lantern from between my feet. ? * * * c * ?* Tlng-a-llng-llng?the small doorbell I shrank until I could feel the cold air between me and my clothes. But I rubbed my eyes. It was true. Every statue was ?1 Its pedestal and in its customary attitude. My former ter ror was full upon me. Ting-a-llng-ling! In desperation 1 seized my lantern and started to the door. "Who's there?" "Open the door, Michael. It's bad weather out here. Happy New Year!" Mechanically "and as if spellbound by the words I opened the small side door to which the tinkling bell was fastened. The dim rays of my lan tern pierced a swirl of snowflakes and fell upon the features of a cheery looking man of about thirty, well set up, well dressed, who carried in his left hand a wreath of snow powdered roses. "Why, this Is not Michael?" he half queried, half asserted, stepping back. "If you mean Michael Ryan, the regular watchman, no. The poor fel low was taken suddenly ill, and I, who came "from college to eeek a very different position from the curator, was asked to take his place for the night and agreed." "Well, well! And now may I come in, please? It is a regular New Yenr's morning custom of mine, as Ryan well knows. Yes? Thank you." He came in, shaking the snow from his overcoat and stamping it from hi shoea. Could he come in? Could Providence have sent to me any New Year's gift more agreeable than tb companionship of a human being a that midnight hour and in that weird company? I glanced at the marble figures. The shadows of flake laden boughs moved upon them ngaln, and the electric light llnted blue white from their polished surfaces. And they were demure und quiet and still as death. Down to the mummy hall, as though he knew every step of the way, marched the stranger, rose wreath In one hand, dripping hat in the other. I followed with my lantern. He paused at one inlaid coffin, knelt and placed the wreath on It I drew near and read on Its brazen label: "In due iu..,. the o-nvers.! . .? led to Miss Mary's Ikerarj e~orts. She had built a play upon the Incident of our meeting. Would I not read it aloud for papa by and by, so that it might have the benefit of my powers of elo cution? "Who could say her nay? "The conversation naturally proceed ed on the lines of the metaphysical and mystic. I spoke abcut having a sad failure of a test In telepathy. A friend and I had agreed while lean ing over a certain mummy case In this museum that at a certain hour and minute we were each to write down what the other was then concentrat ing his mind upon. I wrote that he was' thfhklng 'Morton and his fads are equally humbugs, and he'll buy a nice wine supper for this folly;' but in Tact, he hnd his mind fixed sternly on the Lord's Prayer. "Mr. Mattledge laughed heartily, but Miss Mary looked very pale and serious. Her great black eyes were gazing straight into mine, with a strange light burning In them. "'And you! What did you project into the air for him?' she asked In trembling tones. " 'Oh, another goose rhyme,' I an swered truthfully. 'Dickory, dlckory dock, the mouse ran up the clock, and son on.' " That was last Sunday week at 0:30 p. m.,' she said, rising and quiv ering from head to foot "I rose to ray feet In astonishment Was It possible that she had received Lady of the Houso of Im-Rl-Ska, Who Lived In the Relg-n of Rameses IL "NEAB ME LAY THE MUMMIES OF THE NOBLEST OP EGY.PT." slngin' last year. I wlnna do it again. Let Homer, auld bodle, gle us a stave!" "Homer! Homer!" was the cry, and great was the hand clapping. The white haired Ureek bard cleared his throat, and after a few preliminary failures. In the intervals of which he begged lenient judgmeut on the ground that he had a cold and that he had not sung in a couple of thousand years, he trolled forth a lay In fairly good voice. Eve's little hands were the last to cease in the patter of applause. By this time my terror had been totally swallowed up In wonder. The man rose and ^walked silently and with lowered head toward the door, I following. As he put on his hat and turned to me at the door, smiling the request that he be allowed to pass forth, an overpowering curl oslty to know the meaning of his strange act seized me, and I said "Will you be kind enough to sit down with me for an hour or so? It's lonely here, and, besides, I am all curiosity to know why ycu put the wreath on the mummy lad3''s casket." "I will linger and tell you, sir, with pleasure," said he. He sat In my chair, and I seated myself on the pedestal of Rameses IL Looking up at the massive stone fea tures, he said, as If to himself: "Not a bit like him, of course; wholly Idealized." Then to me: T am a sculptor, with a studio in the city, and am rated ns a little lower than second class, I believe. I am to be married today. The bride Is good looking and is beautiful of soul. When I come here a year hence she will accompany me, and two wreaths will be deposited on the casket of the lady of the house of Im-Rl-Ska. "My one fad is private theatricals, and I have appeared In many a play at the houses of friends and received the polite plaudits and congratulations of the company. On one such occa sion I was Introduced to a Miss Mary Mattledge, the daughter of a wealthy produce broker of this city. "Did you ever In sweeping past some lovely, or at least striking, piece of scenery in a sixty mile an hour ex press get the notion that you bad seen that place before? Everybody has, and it Is the same with faces, but the memory strains In vain, and we are forced to accuse it of attempting to deceive. "Well, it struck me on being intro duced to Miss Mattledge that we had met before, and I told her of the curi ous trick my recollection was trying to play me. Singularly, she had the identical feeling regarding me. I ran my life through for her In search of the possibility of a former meeting, but all without result. " 'Mr. Morton.' she said?that is my name. Peter Morton?'I have some lit erary ambitions, and this meeting of ours suggests to mc a possible plot for a story or theme for a play. When It Is ready I will have papa Invite you to dinner some evening so that I may have the benefit of your opinion on it.' "So one fine day about six weeks later n polite note of invitation from (he old gentleman reached my work shop, and I decided to accept. Seven j ter Morton had been killed by a col o'clock found me taking my seat at:,' Hsion between his carriage and a street the board of the produce merchant. be-J car the day before as he was on his tween him and his dnachter. " wny to the house of his fiancee. "WHX, THIS IS NOT MICHAEL ?" HB HALF QUERIED. my test message? 'My poor girl, calm yourself,' her father said, going to her and endeavoring to Induce her to seat herself again. " 'Let me get my manuscript, papa, and show Mr. Morton the response he got' she begged,-and he let her go. "Sure enough the Identical words I had received and hnd written down as coming from my friend were In the passionate love speech of Judith In her play: 'What cruel fate keeps us separate through successive Incarna tions? When you were a gallant Union officer In the civil war, my fa ther, a Confederate general, forbade our union. In the Revolution a Brit ish bullet sent you from me on the eve of our wedding. The great fire of London separated us, and long be fore, many centuries before, were you and I?Marcus. Junlus Agricola and Julia?flung to the Hons In the Roman amphitheater. Ah, how many, many times has the cup of happiness been dashed from our lips sluce your cruel father, Rameses IL, exiled you, the Prince Hep-to, lest you should wed me, the only daughter of the house of Im-RI-Ska,' "She had written of herself and of me. She had projected her thought In search of the one soul to which her soul was attuned. It is but a varia tion of the perfection of wireless telegraphy." Morton paused as if overcome by deep emotion. "But bow did she come to know of these incarnations and preserve ' her identity through them?" I asked. "Very simply," he answered. "She became Interested in the occult in her Egyptian days. A priest of Isis told her to repeat to herself several hun dred times a day the declaration chat she was Im-RL the lady of the house of Im-RI-Ska, assuring her that sooner or later she would come across her own mummy and that the haunting declaration forever fleeting through her memory would enable her to identify herself. She must then Impress upon her soul the then present personality, and so on. "She remembers six or seven Incar nations, but we have been united through telepathy more often than that ?more often than that?but only to be parted each time." He burled his face in his bonds for a moment, and then, rising and shak ing hands with me In Bllence, he walk ed to the door, and I let him pass out into the night. I listened to the crunch ing of the snow and then locked up again and turned to my statues. Had I been dreaming about their antics? I don't know. Had I been dreaming about him? No. There was the wreath on the mummy casket, that was certain, and certain it is that not for millions would I welcome the new year In again In that museum. ??????? The morning papers of Jan. 2 told that a well known sculptor named Pe Will cure any case of Kidney or Bladder Disease not beyond the reach of medicine. No medicine can do more. I.OWMAN DRUG CO PR. Cures Backachq Corrects Irregularities Do not risk having Bright's Disease, or Diabetes, A. C. DUKES. Don't Fail to Read About the Big Free Prizes and Premiums on Pages 2 and 4. We Are Offering Imported Thomas Phosphate Powder BASIC SLAG EXTRA HIGH GRADE AT LOWEST PRICES. 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We, the undersigned, land owners in Zion Township, in the county of Orangeburg, in the State of South Carolina, hereby warn all persons not to trespass upon our lands. All hunting, Ashing or any other form of trespassing prohibited. Any per son caught violating this notcie will be prosecuted to the full extent of the Ipw. Mrs. W. D. Autley. .T. W. Mack. Mrs. T. M. Kennerlly, D. J. Hughes, A. B. Hughes, W. L. Mack, M. D., Mrs. H. A. Gibson, P. B. Sanders, E. Hughes, Mrs. J. M. Riley, " A. E. Smoak, J. V. Brickie, B. W. Jeffcoat. W. T. Brickie. ll-16-3m* Must bo sold to make room. Great Fall and Winter Layers when the price of eggs :s high. Fresh K;;gs for setting, $2.00 per Pullets and Hens $1.30 up. Cockerels and Corks $2.50 up. Apply at once, before they all go, to N. H. BULL 146 E RUSSELL STREET, Orangebusg, S. 0. CABBAGE PLANTS. 2,000,000 or more at Clark's Seed Store. CLARK'S SEED STORE.