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I want uxiy friends and the public gtenerally to know that when in need of a Wedding, Birthday or Christmas Present, That in the future, as well as the past, I am prepared to supply them. 3My line of Watches Clocks Sterling Silver Diamonds Jewelry Cut Glass Fine China Wedgewood Spectacles and Eye Glasses Is complete, and it will afford mue pleasure to show thiemf. Special and prompt attention given to all Repairing in my lije at prices to suit the time~s. W atc lnspectr* L. WV. FO S M "sTC'. BRING YOUR TO THE TiMES OFFICE. DONALD DNALDS Copyright, 10, by Charles W. Ilooko CHAPTER VI. MYSTEnY OF THE EXPECTED ROBBER (cONTINUED). BOUT 5 o'clock in the follow ing afternoon Donald came to me as I sat alone in my work room at the office. "Uncle John," said he, "I have de ided to make a startling and terrible ool of myself once and for all and ae it over with. If I do, you'll for ive me, won't you? I wish you'd give ne permission to do any Idiotic thing :hat comes into my mind. It's better hon getting drunk, as some fellows at :llege do, and running around with ill kinds of people, but their parents 7orgive them." I told him that it would indeed be a ;tartling and terrible thing which could nake him any less my boy than he had lways beei. "Then it's all settled," said he, "and iere goes!" Ile strode up to a safe that was in :he room, a small safe compared to :hose in the outer office, yet of a new tyle and very strong. "In that safe," said he, "there are :wo packages of money. They are in >rown paper, with rubber bands around hen. One of them is not quite so hick as a pack of cards, and the other s thicker than two packs. The larger mne is on top." "The larger one is on top?" I repeat <d. "How do you know that?" "I know it, uncle," he replied. "That's ill I can say." "It is important in such matters as :his," said I, "to distinguish between he knowledge that can come from eading another person's mind and that xhich proceeds directly from the heart )f nature. It is the latter class which! s deepest down in this realm of mys ery. Now, I know that there are two uch packages as you describe in that afe, but if you know which of them is n top you must have got your infor nation direct, without the interposi ion of another mind, for only one hu nan being besides yourself ever knew, nd he has forgotten. In-fact, I'm not ure that I could have told you the ext instant after I had put them there. don't believe that my mind took any ognizance of the relative position." "Let's have a look at them," said he ?agerly. "If I should be wrong" He did not finish the sentence, but I -ould see that he felt the invariable joy f the true psychic in any suggestion or rospect of failure. Meanwhile I was pening the safe. It contained noth ng except a few documents of mine .d the money. We had intended to se It for some books of the Tunbridge ranch, a little independent railroad rhich connects our town with the runk line, but an unexpected and ~omewhat mysterious opposition had risen among the executive officers of~ :his insignificant cor-poration, and so e headquarters remained at the June ion. In the forthcoming annual meet g this would all be rectified, as we entrolled a majority of the stock. I swung open the outer doors and hen unlocked the inner ones and my rivate drawer, in which lay the pack ges, the larger of them on top. I rais d them with my finger'effliciently for )onald to see and then dropped them ack. He nodded many times in a ow and rather solemn fashion. "Does anybody else know they're here?" he asked. "Your father," said I, adding, with a mile: "But he didn't know how they ay or even that they were in my pri ate drawer. He had the combination f the safe, but I have all the keys of he drawers and of the inner doors." "The larger package," said Donald a monotonous tone, as if he were re eating a lesson, "contains $32,000; the maller contains $8,000. The bills are f many denominations. I don't know "The money came from several ources," said I. "It is to be used in ayment for part of what is known as he Hackett interest. Mr. Hackett was ny partner, who died many years ago. e left a considerable part of his inter st to an aunt, whose children have ;ince inherited it. It is her oldest son -hom we are going to buy out. Of :ourse, we can pay him by check, but or certain reasons we wanted to have good supply of legal tender on hand." 'That's Mr. William Hackett, isn't t?" asked Donald. "I remember see ng him here last winteri when I was at ome. IIe's the man with the red face, ed whiskers, red hair-ecvcrything red, ven his ne(ktie, as I recall him." "That's the man," said I. 'Well, uncle," he returned, "I hope fr. Hackett may get the money, if ha t's your intention, but there's an )ther man after it." I peeived that we had got down to he root of the matter. "Another man?" I queried. "There is a pale, hard featured man, vith prominent ears and a brutal look bout the mouth," said the boy. '-He as lips that are as stiff and hard as ron. Ils chin has a little peaked point vith a queer dimple that looks like a mhot hole. The left side of his mouth s lower than the right. He is coming ere for this money. lie is about a eet 9 inches tall and of medium r-eight, a trifle thin perhaps. I can't y how old he is, but his hair is griz led though I wouldn't wish to speak lefinitely about that, for I never saw im with his hat off." "You've seen him?" I exclaimed. Donald smiled at me, an'd, extending is hand, he tap~ped upon the drawer )f the safe. I understood immediately :hat he had not seen the individual in he ordinary way of mortal vision. "You think that he is coming here for! ;his money ?" said I. "Uncle, I know it," reptied Donald. 'I know that he intends to get this aaoney and that he feels perfectly sure bout it, and, the worst of it is, that keep having the impression of his ~etting it unless something very un sual, something quite out of the or linary, happens to prevent. I don't seem to - have any confidence in the 5tregth of the safe or in our watch nan and I don't know whether iti vould do any good to take the money! nd put it somewhere else." "What do you want us to do?" I ask d. "Set a special watch?" "The thing that would please me; est," he replied, "would be to have :his matter a secret between you and ne. Can't we do that, Uncle John? Don't tell my father or mother or any -oy Just le+tm me wnder down her a True Record and txplanation of the Seven (steries Now Associated With Iis Nrae In the Pubric ind, and of an Eihth, Which Is the Key of the Seven ON, JR. I By HOWARD FIlDiN6 I mvrv evenin-g-nd sleep 011 tnat couch: Nootly need know, and if nothing hap .you won't laugh at me." 1 answered that I could not allow him to take the risk, and I held to this pinion although he protested that there was no ground for alarm. "This man wouldn't make a luncheon for me, uncle," said he, squaring his broad shoulders. "I'd be positively ashamed to lay a hand upon him In violence. Besides, I'll bring down my hotgun if you'd feel any safer." We discussed the matter for a few minutes. with the result that I tele honed to New York for a detective whom I have occasionally consulted. HIe is at the head of dne of the best private bureaus and prides himself upon a personal acquaintance with ev ry criminal of consequence in the country. That evening after dinner Donald and I -went out for a walk, and in a secluded place which had been desig nated in advance we met Mr. Graves Reedy, the detective. When the case was unfolded to this astute and expe rienced man, he confessed that he not ed in it some slight flavor of the un usual. "I ain't exactly accustomed to hav ing descriptions come in this way," said he, "but I'll tell you one thing right off the griddle-I know the man. I ain't seen him in some time and thought he was out of business. It was said that he'd gone to Australia, and then I was told that he was dead. But, dead or alive, David Creel, alias Williams, alias Carney, is the man." "You recognize him?" said I. He spread out his hands as one who dismisses a matter that is all settled. "Perfect," said he. "There's only :ne Scotch Davy-that's his nickname. He's a safe blower, and a good one. He must be sixty years old by this time." "He didn't look it," said Donald. "He's a well preserved man," re joined the detective, "or was the last time I saw him. He's always lived right; never dissipated or had any bad habits. He was a good man in his way and kind to his family. Did you notice how he was dressed?" "A sort of dark sack suit, as I re member," replied Donald. "Kind of a reddish brown?" "Yes, with a faint red stripe." "You mean what they call an invisi ble check," said the detective-"stripes up and down and crossways?" "Precisely." Reedy rubbed his head. "That's the suit he was wearing nine years ago when I saw him last," said be. "Can't have it yet. Be worn out before this time. By gee! It begins to look as if he was dead." He laughed softly and then became serious. "My advice to you, Mr. Harrington," said he, "is just this: Leave the whole business to me. If there's anything in this, we'll nip the man right here. If there isn't anything in it, you don't want a word said. Am I right?" I assented, but ventured to Inquire what steps he intended to take. "I'll hang around," said he. "If Scotch Davy is going to do this job, Lie's been in town to look the ground ver. If he was going to do it tonight, de'd come gently walking in from one f the neighboring towns about 10 'clock or so and lay around behind a ence till it was time to operate. That's ais way on a job like this. I know aim. I'll bet a hat that I can go lay lown in a place where Davy will fall ver me if he's our man. I know him is ell as that." "Where would it be?" I inquired with .nterst, for I like these men of fine nstinctive perception who can foresee :he acts of their natural enemies. "There's a path comes up across lots ~rom the railroad station," he .replited. It splits in a field, and one half of it runs up to your' odice, as you call It, while the other goes to Elm street just at the junction wvith your private way. Davy will loaf along that path because that's where nobody ever goes at night." It struck me as a distinct probability. asked whether Reedy thought that there was any chance of Mr. Creel's "operating'' immediately, and he re plied that he saw no reason for delay. "If he knows the stuff's there," said be. tonight's as good as any other. I dvise you to sit up pretty lite, so that if any message comes from me you won't have to stop to dress. Maybe 'll get him on his first round. With a efellow like that there's no use of wait Lg till he actually breaks in. Consid ring his record, ive can send him up anyhow, whether he does anything or aot. The judge'll know that Scotch Davy wasn't out here for the scenery. So you can't tell when you may hear Crom me." Donald suggested that we might get nto the office secretly and wait there without a light. It would be handier than going to the house. This was pronounced too risky by Reedy. We ight frighten Mr. Creel away. It would be easy, however, to get into :he main factory building and wait in certain little room in the end nearest the oice. We might stay there as ate as would be possible without ex iting alarm at the house and then go trome. This plan was adopted, and we ef ectd an entrance into the factory uilding without the knowledge of my watchman, a detail upon which Reedy nsisted. While this project was In process of execution the detective se :-ured a private word with me. "This ain't any trance," said he, re crring to Donald's disclosure. "If it was. I'd say, 'Nothing doing!' I don't believe in that sort of thing. But your roung friend's got some kind of a dead straight tip. Ie knows what he's talk Lg about. Hie don't know as much as e pretends to. Take that business about the suit of clothes as an exam ple. I~e merely followed my lead. But what he does know for certain is that somebody's after that money, and he wants to make sure that they don't get it. And that description is no dream. ou can gamble on that." So long as Mr. Reedy's view did not >revent. him from exerting his best eD leavors in the case I had no desire to Iuarrel with him, but he did not dis :urb, in the slightest degree, iny faith .n Donald. The matter of the position )f the packages had settled that, not to nention Donald's accurate knowledge >f the amounts contained in them. I a ave hoo~bn able to remember 'Whly I divded tie money In that way, Dul there was no reason why I should have mentioned the circumstance to any one, My opinion at that time was that Don aldson might know about it, though I could not positively recall having told him. We knew the total amount, and so did Carl Archer and Jim Bunn, bu it was a certainty that none of these persons had given Donald his Informa tion. It was about 9 o'clock when we gol Into the factory, and during an hour's time nothing of importance occurred The night was windy and dark. WE could get a very imperfect view from our window, for the lamp in the street was dim and very much blown about Once we thought we saw the figure of Reedy crouching beside the office and occasionally our watchman appeared iri the roadway between the two build ings. This utter monotony of waiting set our nerves on edge, and when the whis tie of the 10 o'clock train blew we jumped as if it had been an unusual sound. It seemed very loud and star tling. A fine rain had begun to fall, but we did not know of it until we saw the top of a covered carriage that passed along the roadway glitter with the moisture. It was a carriage that I did not remember to have seen in Tun bridge, and I communicated this fact to Donald in a whisper, though I fancy we might have spoken aloud without doing any harm. The carriage passed rapidly Just as the train whistled, and I thought there must be somebody in it who was hur rying to the station, but I could see no one at all. Half a minute later our .watchman paused directly in front of the window. He lighted his pipe, and the match made a great flare in the dark. Then, after he had smoked a bit, he suddenly thrust his pipe into his pocket and ran toward the office. Curiosity got the better of me, and I softly raised the window. The sound of angry voices came from beyond the smaller building. The words were in distinguishable at first, and then I heard Reedy say with precision and conviction: "You're Scotch Davy; that's who you are. I've been looking for you." Again there was a tangled jargon, ending, as before, in the supremacy of Reedy's cold tones. "You're the watchman, eh?" said he. "Well, you're a nice kind of a watch man, you are! There's two men in the factory building at this minute, and you don't know anything about it. Who am I? Mr. Harrington will intro duce me. Catch hold of the other wing of this old jailbird, and we'll go and find your boss." Donald and I dropped out of the win dow and ran into the street, where we encountered the trio, who were all talking at once. "Bring him into the office," I called, and he led the way. As I struck a light I heard Donald at my elbow. He seemed to be greatly agitated, and he was muttering: "This is dreadful! This is dreadful!" Immediately Reedy and the watch man stalked in with their prisoner. Each of the officers had a revolver in his disengaged hand, and they were using these weapons in emphatic ges ticulation. I. had a strong temptation to dodge behind my desk in the face of this recklessness. The prisoner at the first glance seemed to answer Donald's description wondrfully well except in the matter of attire. lie was dressed in a black suit of expensive material, and he car ried a gold headed umbrella. I marked the cold brutalit., ot the face, the cru ety of the thin and rigid lips, and I made up my mind that I was In the presence of a very desperate charac "This is an outr-age:" lie protestcd in a voice that matched his iron counte nance. "Uncle," whispered Donald, "they've made a mistake. This is not the man.' "Not the man?" echoed Reedy, who had caught the words. "Certainly not," said Donald. "Didn't I tell you that he had a dimple in his chin, a little, round hole that looked as if it -had been made with a brad awl?" "This ain't much of a night to look for dimples," said Reedy, "but I think this is the feller." The prisoner, released, began to dance with rage. "I'll show you who I am!" he cried. "I'll make you answer for this false arrest!" "You ain't under arrest," said Reedy, "and you never have been, but you've "This is not the man." got a right to tell w hat you were do ing prowling airound behind this build The man reached into his breast pocket and threw down a handful of letters and documents upon the table. "My name's Kelvin," said he, speak. ing in gasps because of his wrath "Samuel Kelvin is my name. I'm nc unknown man. You'll all smart for "Are you the Mr. Kelvin who has just bought the old Stoughton place?" said I. "If so, I am sure that we deep ly regret this error." Kelvin extended a trembling finger toward me. You're John Ha rrington," he said. "You're the r'esponsible man here. What have you got to say?" I told the best story I could without giving any color of the miraculous tc this adventure. I said that we had had reason to fear a burglary and had taken precautions. Our detective had received a description of the expected robber and had made an error, in the darkness of the evening. Mr. Kelvin fumed and raged, but we got an explanation from him at last. His family had been occupying the Stoughton mansion for several days as I already knew-but he himself had not yet spent a night in Tunbridge. He had telegraphed to have a carriage ee him at +he stntion-thnt was his whichl1 haa seen. It had -COMe t6a late, and he had tried to find his way home afoot and across lots because of the increasing rain, which suggested hurry. He had gone astray in the two paths that ran through the field. I offered my best apologies to Mr. Kelvin, but he refused to be satisfied. He berated us all, and the last words that I heard from him as he burst out of the door were these, addressed to the unfortunate Reedy: "I'll teach you to call me an old jail I bird!" "Ii'll be hanged if he doesn't look like one," said the detective after Kelvin had gone, "and as for false arrest, for get it. He was trespassing on your property, and I had a right to ask him what he was up to." I may add that this view of the case seemed to be sustained by Kelvin's lawyers, whom he consulted on the fol lowing day. But meanwhile what bad become of Donald's burglar? It was a mystery which did not solve itself tUat night, and I have rarely seen a human crea ture so distressed as my poor boy was. He derived no comfort from the thought that all the mistakes, so far as we might venture to decide, were Reedy's. Mr. Kelvin really did not an swer fully to Donald's description. Certainly he was not Scotch Davy, with whom, according to our detective, the description tallied exactly. "Any other man in my place would have done the same thing," said Reedy. "That feller looks enough like Scotch Davy to be a ringer for him anywhere." He was perfectly satisfied with him self, and he had the true detective's power of being satisfied with his em ployer and undisturbed by any error or sin of the latter. It was Reedy's hon est boast that he never forgot whose money he was taking and that he was strictly on the level. "Don't you worry," said he to Don. ald. "This man Kelvin can't do any thing. If we all tell the same story, where'll he be? He's got no witnesses. Besides, I know him, now that I come to think of it. He's old Sam Kelvin, the trust magnate. ie'd be all right in a civil suit for a million -dollars, but in a little case like this that would have to be tried before a jury of farm ers that sort of a feller wouldn't stand as much show as one chicken among twelve colored gentlemen." "I've met his daughter socially," said Donald in a weak voice. "She's been visiting some people in Cambridge. She's a very nice girl." It was obvious that the hand of ca lamity had arranged the pieces on oul little chessboard. However, there was nothing that could be done about it Donald and I went home, where we had considerable trouble In evading questions, and Reedy remained on guard, being still convinced that a real robber was coming. He did not appeal that night, however, nor the next which was Friday, but on Saturday about noon Reedy came swiftly inta my office and tapped me on the shoul der. "Our man's in town for sure," he whispered. "There's no mistake this time. He ain't Scotch Davy, though. I don't know him." I sent a man running after Donald, who had been with me a few minutes before. The boy came back ahead of the messenger, however, and he looked very much excited. "I've seen him," said he. "You knoil whom I mean. He's down by the sta tion." "What shall we do?" said I. Reedy expressed a general conviction that everything was all right. It was a somewhat long winded opinion, and while he was in the midst of it the door was pushed open, and a pale, hard featured, smooth shaven man en tered the room. He was clothed in a reddish brown suit, with an "invisible check." He produced upon us very much the effect of a ghost. For my own part I~ found myself with my shoulders planted squarely against the farthest wall. "Good morning, Mr. Harrington," said the intruder. "What seems to be the matter?" "You?" I cried. "You? Why, what's happened ? Where - where's your eard?" Mr. William Hackett grinned in a melancholy fashion and passed his hand over his chin and then stroked the hair which had grown gray over his ears in the few months since I had seen him. "I've been very sick," said he. "I wrote you about It." "But you didn't say you'd shaved." "Well." he cried, flushing angrily, "what if I have shaved? Whose whisk ers were they, I'd like to know? Do I have to ask you every time I use a razor?" "I beg you pardon, William," said I. "We have had an extraordinary expe rience which I will describe to you presently." He heard the story with interest and wonder, and as I told It I began to see the full value of the psychic phenome non involved. Every item of Donald's information had been absolutely cor rect. It was only through error in the interpretation that any difficulty had arisen. No additional explanation could be extorted from Donald. Al most his only contribution to the con versation was the gloomy and oft re peated prayer: "Please don't say anything about it, Mr. Hackett." Finally we veered around to the sub ject of business, and Hackett produced the documents necessary to the trans fer. Donaldson and Archer were sum moned, and I opened the safe, produc ing the two packages and my check book. Then came the real surprise of this most strange affair. The pack ages when opened proved to contain sheets of thin brown paper cut to the size of bank notes. The $40,000 had vanished. I will confess that this was the black est mystery that had ever darkened my understanding. No one but Donald son (than whom no man could be more trustwortLhy) had known the combina ion of the safe, and he had had no key of the inner doors nor of the draw er. Yet the locks upon these had not been tampered with. After an exam ination of them Reedy declared that "the trick hadn't been turned in the safe." and we all at last agreed in the conclusion that the theft had been committed days ago, during the time when the packages had lain upon my desk- They had been there only a few hours, but unfortunately my memory was vecry weak as to the cire'"nstanWces. I seemed to recall having 1u .ed them up in the desk while I went across to the factory, but under Reedy's ques tioning I admitted that I might have left the keys in the desk's lock. "This puts it on to everybody," said the detective. "We don't know noth ing about who might have come into this room. We've got to make a gen 'ral hunt." Mr. Reedy was immediately directed to assume charge of the case, and for the next two or three weeks he worked with exemplary diligence, but without ,esuts. n attemnt was made to keeD the story from circulating, but some how it got about, even that portion which related to Donald's foreknowl edge of the robbery. It came to Kelvin's ears, and he took pleasure in referring to my boy as "the mind reader." lie had conceived a violent dislike of Donald, and the boy seemed to be deeply afflicted In conse quence thereof, no doubt for pretty Amy Kelvin's sake. From certain things which I observed I formed a firm judgment that the daughter of my amiable neighbor did not agree with her father in regard to Donald, and considering the youth of the par ties this parental opposition could not be taken too seriously. However, as Donald suffered and I loved him, my heart was warmly on his side, and I began to hate Kelvin cordially and with a fervor that may have been prophetic. CHAPTER VII. THE MYSTERY OF THE COLLAR OF DIA MONDS. HERE are those who detect a sense of humor in the fates. The old Greeks called them the eumenides (well wishers), which was an obvious attempt to make them smile. I do not wish to decide whether such a-view of the matter is justified by the facts, but I will ven ture to assert upon my own observa tion that if the fates care at all for a jest they prefer a man like old Sam Kelvin for the subject of it. Already he had figured once in this role, and it was not enough. Kelvin Is a pawn in the game who fancies himself the player. He is such a man as is fond of saying: "If I were poor tomorrow, I should be rich again in a year. You cannot keep a good man down." Or this, "If you ask me for the secret of my success in the world," etc., when you haven't asked him and have no interest in the process by which an unsuccessful man became a successful hog. I am convinced that the fates do relish an occasional prank with such a man, and the affair of the collar of diamonds which I am about to lay before the reader is a case in point. It was in the middle of July, nearly a month after the advent of the Kel vins in Tunbridge. Upon an especially beautiful morning I was taking my usual walk before breakfast and had gone up to the cemetery on the hill. There, from the grave of my wife, that is covered with flowers at this season, arise both my sorrow and the strength to bear it. I am not a somber mnn I always come away from that spot with the drumbeat of courage and of striv ing in my heart, after the excellent military custom. My way hoine led me past the Stough ton plade, now called "Kelvin Elms." Those - fine old elms wefe quite well grown, I judge, when Kelvin's grand father was building a sawmill in Penn sylvania. He was a carpenter and built the mill for another man and then got it away from him by some sort of hocus pocus. I looked the matter up out of curiosity. Sam Kelvin's father inherited the sawmill, but not the ca pacity for hocus pocus. The latter skipped a generation, so the sawmill passed out of the family with other ill gotten goods, and the present propri etor of The Elms was born poor. is first success wvas a rather shady transaction in coal lands, and after ward he associated himself with pow erful men and rose with them. The present Mrs. Kelvin comes of a good family, but is herself a sharp, shrewd, selfish woman. She has little beauty of character or person, and her husband has none, but from that union has sprung as fair and lovable a 'girl as ever gladdened the eyes and the heart of a man. Nature performs these miracles once in awhile. In the cem etery where I had just been walking the very sweetest rosebush grows from the dust of the sourest rascal ever laid away to rest there. I refer to Ezra Walmsley, the miser, and I shall have occasion to speak of him later, for the claim that he made to the Stoughton estate during his life Is an essential feature of the presernt narrative. There he lies, at any rate, and there is the rosebush to prove that his dust is as good as any man's for rose culture, and this despite the well founded legend that he sold his right hand to Satan and paid the forfeit. While skirting the east wall of The Elms I caught a glimpse of Donald near the south gate. It was no sur prise to see him abroad at such an hour, for Donald Is an early riser. I like that habit. The world looks best in the morning, and early rising argues appreciation. Moreover, It shows cour age and a healthy view. I have heard a cynic claim to prove that life is not worth living by the fact that a vast majority of all humanity put off living as long as they can every morning, lying abed to the last minute and coax ing sleep, which the Latins called "the Image of death." If the cynic had possessed a logical mind and had lim ited his conclusion to the scope of his evidence, I would have been willing to agree with him in the proposition which he really had established-name ly, that the life of the sluggard Is not worth living. That sort of person nev er wants to get up and begin the day. Donald is n'o sluggard. He often joins me in my morning walks, but he has not shown a fondness for the vi ojinty of The Elms, and I was sur prised to see him loitering by Kelvin's gate. When I turned the corner of the wall, I saw that Donald was talk ing with Amy Kelvin, and this was an explanation of his presence which was harder to credit than the original phe nomenon, unexplained, as often hap I was not prepared to believe that they had met there 'by accident, still less that they had met there by design, but It must have been one or the other, for there they were. Little Miss Kel vin was sitting on a rock about the size of a bushel basket, and her back was supported by the wall. Donald leaned against a tall stone pillar of the gate and looked down into the girl's face. Their manner Indicated that they were busily blowing the soap bubbles of youthful sentiment, fragile, beautiful, floating away on the air, not meant to be handled like the toys of later years nor even to be remem bered except in the aggregate. 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