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4 We are in our new quarters at the same old stand, next to Jenkinson's, where we are prepared to fill all orders for Groceries. We will be glad to see you and'"figger" on any bill of Groceries you may need, and feel assured we can satisfy you both in qual ity and price. The Manning Grocery Co. C SUMMERTON IARDWARE CO., g SUMMERTON, S. C. J. C. LANHAM. C. 1. DAVIS, J. A. JAMES, President. Vice-President. Sec.-Treas. OUR IVfOTTO: 3 L'S. SLive and Let Live. For dry goods. go to a dry goods store. For shoes. go to a shoe store. : For groceries. g&o to a grocery storeS -AN For mnedicines, -o to a mnedicine store. For HARVdAcRE and its kindred articles. go to a HARDWARE STORE. Paints, AgriculturaAi Implements, Pumps, Pipe, Stoves and Stoveware, Harness and Saddlery, Crockery and Glassware. We have themn all. - Our long residence in the county is our guarantee of fair and a honest treatment of our castomers.__ We have recently associated with us Mr. J. M. Plowden form- t erl with the Dillon Hardware Company. who thoroughly under stands the hardware business and will take pleasure in giving the . public the benefit of his experience. -LEVI BO. b b bought more Cotton than any other firm on the market, it isk our p~.urpose to buy a still greater quantity. This we can - not dounless wepay the price, and when you bring Qr shipd to us your Cotton, the VERY HIGHEST PRICE IS AS- p SURED. .s S Our General Mercantile Department has been thoroughly looked after and we invite an inspec- s tion of our Dry Goods, Fancy Goods, Shoe and Clothing I Stocks. Our buyer has devoted much of his experience this season in looking after the Dress Goods selections, and we n can assure our Lady friends that we are enabled to please 0 them. not only in styles, hut prices. Our General Dry Goods di Stock was never more complete and better bought-"GOODS b: WELL BOUGHT ARE HALF SOLD. Shoes ! Shoes ! There is no need wearing out shoe leather running about for ei footwear, when we have, direct froin the factories, Shoesq of the best make, and which we can sell with- a guarantee. Then, we carry as nice a line of Gents' Youths' and Boy's Clothirg as you will be able,-to see in any other city. This Department was selected with a view to style, fit and dura- . * bility. Cannot be excelled anywhere, and our prices defy competi- p tion. We have always enjoyed a fine Clarendon patronage a for which we are grateful. and we siall strive to continue B to merit the patr-onage and confidence you give us-come 2 to see us, a: Yours, &c. i LEVI BROT ERS, SUMTR, $ C., The Substil ggh431903. by E CHAPTER vil. NE nigTht about the middle of the inbuth George Buckley was awakened by a gentle rap ping on the window of his oOm. He rose and stood listening. 'he sound was repeated. "Who's there?" he called out. "It's me, George." answered Hill er's voice. "I want to see you a ainute. You needn't dress. I-I've ot a key to the front door, but I was feard you mought jump up an' shoot efore you found out who it was." Buckley's delay in answering show d his surprise at the unusual visit. illyer heard him strike a match and aw him in the light it furnished as eorge applied it to the wick of his .mp. "All right. Mr. Hillyer." be said, come in." In a moment the merchant opened bie great, rattling door in front and ame slowly back to his clerk's apart tent "Git back in bed," said he. "I've ot my overcoat on an' my teeth are hatterin'. I feel like I wasn't nothin' ut skin an' bones." "Why, it's not cold, Mr. Hillyer." ;uckley was now dressed, all but his oat, and he hastily drew it on and at down on the bed. Hillyer re mined standing in the middle of the om, staring wide eyed and pale faced t his- clerk. Then he bethought him elf of a chair and drew one to him nd 1sank into it. "You went to call.on Miss Lydia to ght, didn't you, George?" "Yes, sir. I was there till about 10 'clock." "Makin' any progress, George? I ean" "I'm not trying to make any prog ss, Mr. H-iler," said the young man lickly. "We are simply friends-that's It was as if the merchant had not ard the reply to his question. He tared blankly at Buckley for a mo ent, and then, w1th a groan,he buried is face in his hands and rocked back d forth like a man in pain. Sudden he said.: "George, I'm in a awful-awful fix!" Buckley found himself unable to >rmulate a reply. He could only swer the astonishing statement with a almost alarmed- stare. . "George, I'm sufferin'-sufferin'. It's at old thing. I thought after my talk ith you down here awhile ago that would feel better, but it's back ag'In ke a million devils had hold o' every rve in my brain an' body. Fer the st week it has been growin' wuss an' uss, an' now ef some'n' hain't done jest die. But I must tell you. You ow I said I hadn't spoke about It fer lrty year to a single soul, an' taikin' you here that night seemed to do e some good, an' so tonight when I uld't sleep I thought I'd come to "I'm glad you came, Mr. Hillyer." "You remember, George, I said that iank Wiims, the man whose testi lony had cleared me. was livin' in etas?" "Yes, ILremember you said that, Mr. lllyer." "Well, fest a week ago last Thursday come back to this-county to see his d friends an' kin. When I heamd e'd come I was settin' at my desk. enner an' Hannks was a-talkln', an' e of 'em mentioned it. All my rength'went out o' me, .fer they said d gotireligion an' was -leadin' a up ght life. Do you know-wbat I'm-.eared new, George? I'm afeard he's come eric to-to ax me to-to let 'im con ss the truth. They say.-men will git, iat a-way'asthey nigh the grave, an' 's gittin' old. Somne'n's wrong, I ow, fer 'he acts quar in not comin' see me. I'm as nigh crazy as a ian ever -was. Do you know what I me lastenight? It was as dark as Itch, an't I kno'wed nobody wouldn't e me. You know the old livery sta e whars the shootin' occurred is still ~andin'. I had never been past it uce then. I jest couldn't,. But last ight, -in the pitch dark an' drizzlin' tin I'got out'n bed an' went thar an' elt down right whar he fell, an' egged an' 'begged God to let me die en an' thar an' face whatever was *comin' to me, even ef it was eternal. want-my punishment-the rail thing -to begin, an' go on an' on ef it's God's ill. I don't care how long. I cayn't :and 'this uncertainty. Hank Wil rims -intends to come to me, but he's ttta' it off to the last- minute. But I nt, him to spout it alli out an' be done ~th it Ef he'don't, I will. Then tonight went up/to-the graveyurd an' picked i iLynn .Hambright's-.grave an' laid )we on it amongst 'the weeds an' ers an''prayed to his bones to rise an' dogsome'n'. Anything's better an this awful silence of God an' With histhands; tightly 'pressed over face the mneachant sat, breathing avily. George Buckley stood over m, his handsome face Iheavy with "Is there saything--anything on irth'that I scan do, Mr. Iiillyer?" he estoned. "I ' would do anything to lieve you. I'd' cut ofL' my right arm do you a'-serr'ice." "Yes, you cani do some'n'," said the rchant, lookirrg up and staring stead. . "You know~ how I feel. I want )u to take my' hoss an' ride out to rllliams' the frist thing in the morn .You could git thar by 10 or 11 lock, but"-B31lyer paused and ut red a soft gnoan-"but I'd have all at time-to wtait, like a man goin' to hung. George, ef--ef you started 'night,: you'd git thar about the time was risin', an' you could, by ridin' art, git back here by 10 in the ornin'." "Why, yes, ,I can go, easily," said ckley. "Butlwhat must!I say -to him, The old man ,stared for a moment. id thenhe replied. "Tell~lm -I'm a million times sorrier ianItwas when--theedeedtwas done, t-that I want 'im not to delay any, ger ref--ef he is goin' to take any. :ep. Tell 'Im I want it over. That l(~be- enough, George. Now git out ~ekoss." "And you?" "I'll stay here the balance 0' the Ightan' open-up,4as'usual, an' make e'aputtheoficeWnorder." "Don't outlhikpour swife will, be ube ' tshetsbonld'miss you, Mr. WILL N. HARBEN, Author of "Abner Dan iel," " T h e Land of the Changing U Sun." "The North Walk Mystery," Etc. [ARPER e BROTHERS -She won't miss me; she's got used to my night prowlin'. I'd keep her awake ef I was at home. I'm goin' to pace this floor back an' forth an' try to git tired. Go ahead, George. Don't waste any more time. You'll know what to say. I don't want you to plead fer me. I've plead with a higher power 'n he is till I'm through. All I want is a verdict-the verdict I. dodged so long ago." The next day about 10 o'clock, 'as George was returning home and was within a mile of town, he saw his em ployer emerge from a clump of -per simmon trees on the edge of-thetroad and walk toward him. He wassalmost a nervous wreck; his eyes wereiblood shot and his gray hair disheveled. "I couldn't wait fer you to git to town," he said, looking up and down the road furtively, as If afraid some one might be coming, "and so I walked out. I come away from the warehouse jest after breakfast, an' I've been walkin' through them woods over that ever since. Once I fell In a deep ditch. I thought it was God's mercy an' that it was all goin' to be over. but I didn't git a scratch. You notice I keep talkin'. It's beca'se I'm afeard to look at you or let you speak." "You haven't a thing to fear, Mr. Hillyer." Buckley dismounted and stood by his employer, his arm through the bridle. "You didn't see Williams?" "Yes, I saw him and had a long talk with him. He said you were the best man he had ever known in his life and that he'd rather die than harm you in any way. He would have come to see you, he said, but he thought you might not want to be reminded of the past. He actually cried when I told him of your sufferings. He said it was your influence that had made him try to lead a better life. He said his protection of you in that case was the -one thing in all his life that he was proud of. He declared he would do it ove'r again. He's got into some new religion. -I don't know what it is, but itsis not exactly orthodox. He says it would have been wrong to pun ish a, man for a thing he regretted as much as you did that act, and that he was glad he. yielded to the impulse to help you." "Oh, George, you don't mean" A great sob rose in Hillyer's breast I and burst: his red eyes were full of tears. "He says he is proud of what he did to 'save you from further trouble," George went on tenderly. "He says if you had gone to prison for life it would have wrecked your career. but that his testimony spared you to go on better ing the world. He's heard a lot about you. He says he runs across somebody every day that you've helped in one way and another, pind when I came right out and told him-yes, I told him how near I was to the brink not loug ago and how you saved me-when he heard that he actually sobbed and said, 'Bully old man; bully, bully old man!' The merchant caught the mane of the horse in his quivering fingers and leaned Mrward till his face touched the neck of the animal.. "God's good. George; God's good!" he sobbed. Buckley put his arm on the old man's shoulder caressingly. "Now get on the horse and .ride home," he said. "I want to stretch my legs. They are stiff." "No!" Hillyer looked up, his face radiant. "You ride. I want to go back in the woods an' pray an' shout. I don't want to go home now. I want to thank my Maker. I may not come 'to dinner. I'll fast. May God bless you, my boy!" George mounted the horse, and as he rode away he saw the old man plunge into the woods at the roadside, his hands clasped before him, his lips in motion. Buckley did not, see his employer again until about 2 o'clock in.the aft ernoon. Then he came in slowly and sank into his chair at his desk and took up the letters George had left there for him. There was a general droop of despondency on him, and he handled the letters with listless inat tention. "Wheat's still a-climibin'." he said, a little note of gratification in his voice as he allowed a thin market report to Cutter from his hand to a wastebas ket. "I'm glad o' that. George. fer it backs yore judgment. I wonder what Kenner thinks now." "Both he and Hanks are urging me to get yousto sell." replied the young "Well, you kin bet I won't till you tell me to on yore judgment." -Well. I can't do that yet. Mr. Hill Then George saw the ol'd man push back the letters on his desk, half of which he had not opened, and a low, stiled groan escaped his lips. Buckley got down from his high stool and went and leaned over him. "Has anything happened since I left you. Mr. Hillyer-anything to-upset T he merchant gave him a steady look. "No, I cayn't say anything has happened-anything, at least, like you mean-but my thoughts have happen ed George. Fer about a hour after you left me out in the woods I was jest too happy fer anything, but after awhile I got to thinkin'. I got to won derin' what I was so happy about, any way, an' the thought come to me like a lick from a club in the dark that it was jest beca'se I 'lowed I was goin' o escape the consequences o' my deed without undoin' it. George. I cayn't Inever-never-never give back that boy's life, an' he had as much right to it as I have to the content I'm prayin' fer right now. Huh! What difference does it make to-to the dead how much good Hank Williams an' other folks believe I'm a-doin'? How do I know Lynn Hambright hadn't ruther be alive than for me to be doin' any thing?" Buckley found himselff unable to make any reply adequate to the situa tion. Different thoughts suggested themselves, but he discarded them one by one. Something made him think thtth l man would like to be alnadhe took his hat and went ut. As lhe did so Kenner came into the office with some samples of cotton in his hands and threw them into a huge pile that lay like a snowdrift in one corner of the room. "I've jest dropped on to some'n' I don't exactly like," he said, standing - haben the merchant Hillyer looked up'indifferently. "It's about George," said Kenner. "You say it is?"' Hillyer brightened visibly. "What about him?" The cotton buyer sat on the corner of Hillyer's desk and swung one of his slim legs to and fro. "George Buck ley stands all right in the society o' this town," he said, "but the boy's at a sort o' turnin' point, Mr. Hillyer. Joe Drake an' some more young men is organ izin' a club. It's Major Crarston's idea, an' the major's contributed $25 to help 'em fit up the room. The list o' charter members was lyin' on the show case at Drake's drug store, an' I looked at it. George's name wasn't on it. I'm sure it was jest a' oversight. but I don't exactly like the idea o' havin' George left out o' any thing jest right now. Some busybodies mought make capital ont of it. Do you see what I mean?" Hillyer understood, and he nodded knowingly as he rose to his feet. The cloud had left his face. "You stay here, Jim," he said. "I'm goin' uptown an' look at that list" He found Joe Drake dusting the bot tles on his shelves, and he turned to him respectfully. "Anything I can do for you, Mr. Hill yer?" he asked. The old man smiled genially. "I've got a crow to pick with you boys," he said, "fer not callin' on me fer a dona tion to that club you- are a-gittin' up among you. I'm interested in boys -I used to ')e one-an' I want to see 'em have all the fun they 'kin git." "Well, we certainly will take all you want to give us, Mr. Hillyer," the young man laughed. "The fact is, we haven't called on a soul. Major Cran ston" "Well, you can put me down fer a hundred." said Hlillyer. as he took up the'list of names on the show case and ran his eye over them. "My Lord! You don't mean that, do you, squire?" "Yes. I do. Why, you have left George's name off, as shore's preachin'!" The druggist flushed as he took the sheet and glanced at it with a waver ing eye. Then he managed to bring out: "The truth is, squire, some of the boys thought perhaps George might not care to join anything of this kind now.. You see,,he hasn't seemed to want to go out much since-since 'the old man wiis arrested, and" Hillyer put his hand on Drake's shoulder and smiled. "That's just why I want him in this at the start," he said. "Then he kin go whenever he wants to. You put his name down; I'll be responsible. Put me down fer the hundred, too, an', ef that ain't enough. you know whar I do business." "All right, Mr. Hillyer," responded the young man, "and we are very much obliged to you." "Huh," said the merchant to' himself as he turned down the street with a lighter step, "a feller's got to keep his eye peeled these days. Ef this hadn't been fixed it mought 'a' hurt George's feelin's. Kenners the right sort He'll joke an' carry on, but a body kin count on 'im ever' time." CHAPTER VIII. NE morning, a few days later, Bascom Truitt came down the I~Imain street of Darley wearing La long, dingy overcoat and blowing a roll call' on an old army bugle. Under his arm was a tattered Confederate flag. "What's up today?" Kenner asked him as he came into the office and stood towering over the stove. "Nothin' but a meetin' o' the veter ans of our camp--the Joseph E..John ston, sir. I'm goin' up now to stick the flag on the gate at the courthouse. We intend to see about who's goin' to the reunion in Atlanta next spring; thar's a sight o' the boys that want to go, but cayn't'raise the scads. We'll chip in an' send the most deservin', ef our women folks go hungry thi1s win ter. Thar was a lie afloat in the newspaspers awhile back that some nig ger went off after the war an' got rich an' come back home jest in time to buy his old master a suit o' clothes an' pay his way to a reunion. Ef thar was a man in our camp that ud go that a-way, we'd send 'im in tar an' feath ers, an' on a rail at that." "Oh. come off, Bas," Kenner laughed, as he looked around at George and Hillyer at their desks. "That's a old Yankee army overcoat you got on right now. You've had It dyed with logwood, but I'd know it by that long cape." "Yes, that's what it is," admitted Truitt sheepishly. "The Yankee that owned it died at my house while I was off in the war. It was the only thing he left ihat was any 'account, an' my women folks had fed an' pampered 'im up with all they could rake an' scrape in the neighborhood, goin' without the'rselves beca'se he was so bad off. After he died they put this coat away in camphor to keep the moths out of it. The blame garment eat up a quarter's wuth a year fer ten year, an' ever' Win ter I had a row with my women folks beca'se I wouldn't wear it. Finally, I agreed ef they ud dye it so none o' my crowd ud fergit the war was over an' shoot me, I'd put it on. My women folks tuck me up, but they wouldn't make a fortune runnin' a dye house. This dratted thing has sp'iled twenty Sunday shirts fer mec. T'other day, when I went in the meetin' house out of a shower o' rain, I left a streak o' black ink from the' door to the amen corner." "Whar did you git that bugle?" K~en ner questioned. "I know you ncver blowed It in the army." "No; Tred Langston had it when he was bugler in our company, an' he give It to me to use in our veteran camp; he said his boys hadn't a sign o' re spect for what it had been through, an' used it to call the dogs to go possum huntin'. He said his gals tied- a gray ribbon about it an' hung it up on.the wall, but the boys wouldn't'letlit stay thar. They treated~hiscanteedest.ais bad. They toted It about 'wlthmoon shine whisky in it till it .sprung a leak, an' then they hung It up on a' tree an' shot more holes In It. I reckon I am a sight, -totin' a reb' flag. an' bugle with a Yankee overcoat-on,'but they tell me the war's-over." "I reckon you went throughthe ithick of It," said the cotton buyer tenta tively. "I got as much fight as I cared,.fer at Baker's creek," answered the veter an. "Our boys was about- starved, to death on short rations, an' we had jest got -hold of a lot o' fresh beef when we got the call to arms. Our colonel told us we'd better take some of the beef with us, an' me 'n' another feller was a-filmi' our knapsacks when the f'eller all at once said to me, 'Look 7' here, Bas, the odds is agin us, an' I hain't a-goin' to let no bluecoat ketch me with a passle o' raw beef in my knapsack,' an' he th'owed the meat own. I followed suit. Jest then, in all the hurlyburly o' gittin' ready, a man rid in with a big basket o' pies to sell us. We wanted.theiplesian't~he "That's a old Yankee army overcoat." money, an' oft'ered to swap beef fer the pies; he refused to trade. Then we put 'im on his sway backed hoss an' loaded 'Im back and front wit bloody beef an' tol' 'Im ef he didn't make tracks we'd shoot at the beef. But we didn't have tine to eat the pies even, fer the thing had begun. Folks has often axed me what a battle was like. I couldn't tell you. It Jest made a sound-oooo-ooo-like a harrycane rippin' gullies In the earth an' sweepin' away trees, rocks, hills, an' everything in its track, an' on she come! I hain't here to le-I was scared clean down into my socks. When they hove Into sight round the hill in the sun, I couldn't see nothin -'' but a solid bank o' silver. By gvm, it looked like thar 'was enough bayonet p'ints displayed thar to stab be the files in the universe. I seed our gen eral about that time; he was a-settin' on his hoss a chawin' tobacco anospit tn' over its head; he was as owl as a cucumber; looked like he was Jest tryin to study what would be the right thing to do. He was a daisy; part In Jun, an' not afeard o' God Almighty. Seein' him that a-way made me sorter ashamed,'an' I plunged in. At fust It come awkward, but in a minute It wasn't any more'n shootin' at rabbits. "We plugged away an' laughed an made jokes an' had a good all round time as long as it lasted, an' then we got rattled an' begun to retreat -I was shot they he left arm an' side, an fell in a ditch. A Yankee run up with a p'inted bayonet an yeled, 'Cuss You, come out ' thar or s shoot You Some o' our boys said I ort to 'a cussed 'im back, but I didnt.' It et seemed part ' the game to me, an' he was winnin'. 'You come down after me,' said I, 'ef you want me.' An' a couple of 'em did, an' drug- me up the bank. They had ketched a few more f dr ba on th lwingd in. they driV coupim ie ard but inoamnuterei wasnct hany ballsn soo'sin us, rbbit We pluged thmay an'uhea'r maeroge an' had ahigod n' onil the aslg as itug lated aill u.Theyw gve rstgod n'regumnt4 a th~at as suh thrg he-n leftedr th'r sideub. Te Inatchd Ausk u up wntehsith "Oh sa' "prteted baoe Kn elle, ushatu comentl is ithar orIl -hotyu "It's ol 'e t boy sadIy to I've' cusse 'to bloacfew bts aint t post ouiceof'd, an' drgcm up the"H bank.peyhad keheysds an feanoed oouoson tt.h" wishnog,a thy wasv uarur auduEey onJf eave hus wa"ctDrinhingaai?" sGere inaske, bit "esase them aintrl;ds abot te'r boguehnr oner thrndon ohr ill hey informd nsough tof kill us.l The mucs fer o'hheaan' nokd 'r grub Teyn ha atwll rs d. goo e stf-ias.o aThe 'imthed uews pIn the hoial n'ote finll showhanedlf." "Oh, ay," preted saidnergeha tsyaheally. gotf touhty to'be moffie can'utickupts."a." H stepped in, hrcgry dskanlaped otihy roun wihergedy. ouwa "out our a y to e unf behaehius "Drinking again?"iGeorgeaaskedowitr "esan'" thant all; he' got et Henorm"sh ed o ennfer,-whil has ofaering her his hair. nowe truh ns, eI'gin' toa itee wiled. Sothis hote atrs. whian say wallteprs in thet'he Et show hise lamf ee."' lyi syme.athal.efought to wie bfe ma or n' catios." feetbth' ystray, thogh. levngMrs. Hillyer tiughtlerdhery "ody no.r Kener, said, wth an tauge toa she tlsoffern overhi cosairnThthyn Is, thongetstartned aong you uns. shedeaboutchow her ushe' layot thuyaited herh arantn ha shebyc wasdent. She ogt difeentl but she's tywiss an' vetItawed 'er fchartn estoy thoug." o rs. nobodyen' laughedldheartglyo.s"Youhky'dhMrr itenfor, suhe's go oneted hat s-hmin theoget wined yetrnsaytold evr teseear shedareto sprin uthaot ac gag onime a'i est takop 'er hai an' egnst udniewain, far nobod Duan been nol soenogn sto dow-they' sheabe ginto oe but hnw sehers a-comhe throughnth ga'toe eseay.I'Hold Hon,' ese I; 'rih dared to spng thte yold agoen Mes Dagn-some'nopoerefult ost abou m e. Ilee tough myHoul, ense got den siugh'' 'econ Msigan, adn seoner ean dwta, 'why, be ldn'to thinl about hwshie fold eough oan. 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The pleasant to take and harmless One Minute Cough Cure gives instant relief in all cases of Cough, Croup and LaGrippe because it does not pass im mediately into the stomach, but takes effect right at the seat of the trouble. It draws out the intlamation, heals and soothes and cures permanently by en abling the lungs to contribute pure life giving and life-sustaining oxygen to the blood and tissnes. Sold by The R. B. Loryea Drug Store. If a girl wants to be kissed a young man doesn't have to waste much time looking for an oppor tunity. Somet imes stern parent allows his daughter to wed the man of her choice because he has a grudge against him. Cause of Lockjaw. Lockjaw, or tetanus. is caused by a bacillus or germ which exists plenti fully in street dirt. It is inactive so long as exposed to the air, but when carrjed beneath the skin as in the wounds caused by percusssion caps or -by rusty nails, and when the air is ex cluded the germ is roused to activity and produces the most virulent poison nown. These germs may be destroyed and all danger of lockjaw avoided by applying Chamberlain's Pain Balm freely as scon as the injury is received. Pain Balm is an antiseptic and causes cuts, bruises and like injuries to heal without maturation and in one third the time required by the usual treat ment. It is for sale by The R. B. Lor yea Drug Store. Smile and the world smiles with you-if you are willing to settle with the bartender. A good woman is usually too good for any man-but fortunate ly she doesn't know it. CA.STORIA. Bemts The Kind You Have Always Bought e- . 4' and hi ll aspieen curing:Cills and4 MaraIp? Illsof a wil- break your chill from your druggls, 9oney -IL the med oog. Why d~ it is -unequalei Te DON'T GET No'nmatter what you meet a You are safe if you trade with tho Dickson H~ards for you get the best goods for the the largest and best assortment o BOOTS and LEGGINGS, GUNS and RIFLES, COATS and VE~ ..BELTS-ai SHC We also sell those high gre Stoves, at any price. Boys, we can sell you a nic: Repairs-When you need a guarn we have them. Remember, we are THE HI DICKSON HRD PEOPLE'S V Mnannini Still in ti We feel that we would be un press our sincere thanks to the tob: ing counties for the liberal patron season. Our sales have been far ahee told by men who have visited ever we are selling more tobacco in pr State. You may ask why this is. Sin of buyers in this section-men wi to pay the farmer every dollar it is If you ivant the worth of you iness is to see that all are treated r Again thanking you for past p Your f: R .D. Notice to Creditors. All persons having claims against ;he estate of A. F. Richardson, de -eased, will present them duly at ;ested, and those owing said estate will make payment to JAMES B, RICHARDSON, Administrator. Pinewood, S. C. STATE OF SOUTH GAROLINA, County of Clarendon. COURT OF COMMON PLEAS. Laura E. Johnson, Harper Johnson, Carah E. Moore, J. G. Johnson, W, H. Johnson,. Samuel J.Wil son, B. A. Johnson and. E. 31.., Coskrey, Plaintiffs, against L. A. MeElveen and Juiia S. Yonng, Defendants. Decree of Partition. UNDER AND BY VIRTUE OF A Tudgment Order of the Court of Com non Pleas, in the above stated ac ion, to me' directed. bearing date )etober 6, 1904, I will sell at public tuction, for cash, to the highest bid ler, at Clarendon Court House, at ifanning, in said county, within the egal hours for judicial sales, on Mon lay, the 7th day of Novembei:, 1904, being salesday, the following de scribed real estate: "All that tract dr parcel of land ly ng, being and situated in.the coun-. by of Clarendon. State aforesaid, on. be east side of Pudding Swamp, waters of Black river, containing eventy acres, and bounded on the north by lands of estate of Emma E. Johnson; east by kinds now or for merly of W.'T. Kenvedy, and on the south and west by lands of estate of J. H. Johnson." Purchaser to pay forpapers. J. ELBERT DAVIS. Sheriff Clarendon County. Manning, S. C., October 12, 1904. -.PARKER'S HAIR BALSAM smihS 4gue,Dengue, La~rippe IIIhds, A.-50c.biofde s; and you-can get It who wil refund your Icine does you no 5n't you try It t I aska General ALARMED! ith while your are out hunting vare Company least money. We have this falt iTS, id CAPS, T and POWDER,/ SHELLS and PRIMERS-. .de, Guaranteed Perfect Baking. e Wheel or any kind of Bicycle .nteed Knife, Razor or Scissors, LRDWARE MEN. !AR COMPANYH lock. (AREHO0USE ie Lead. grateful did we not stop and ex tco planters of this and adjoin age that they have given us this d of what we expected. We are y market in South Carolina that >portion than any market in the ply this: We have the best corps 1o know tobacco and are willhng worth. r tobacco bring it to us. My bus ight. atronage I beg to remain -iend, .CLARK, Manager.