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Ws 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. SUMMERTON HARDWARE C00., SUMMERTON, S. C. J. C. LANHAM. C. r. DAVIS, J. A. JAMES, President. Vice-President. Sec.-Treas. OUR MOTTO: 3 L'S. Live and Let Live. For dry goods, go to a dry goods store. For shoes, go to a shoe store. For groceries, go to a grocery store. For medicines, go to a medicine store. For HARDWARE and its kindred articles, go to a HARDWARE SOE Paints, Agricultural Implements, Pumps, Pipe, S Stoves and Stoveware, Harness and Saddlery, Crockery and Glassware. We-have them all. Our long residence in the county is our guarantee of fair and Shonest tr~stment of our customers. We have recently associated *ith us Mr. J. M. Plowden form erly with the Dillon Hardware Comnp any, who thoroughly under LEVI BROS., We are giving more attention to the handling of Cotton this season than ever before, which means that while we bought more Cotton than an~y other firm on the market, it is our purpose to buy a still greater quantity. This we can not do unless we pay the price, and when you bring or ship to 'us your Cotton, the VERY HIGHEST PRICE IS AS SURED. Our General Mercantile Department has been thoroughly looked after and we invite an inspec tion of our Dry Goods, Fancy Goods, Shoe and Clothing Stock~s. Our buyer has devoted much of his experience this season in looking after the Dress Goods selections, and we can assure our Lady friends that we are enabled to please them. not only in styles, but prices. Our General Dry Goods stock was never more complete and better bought-"GooDS WELL BOUGHT ARE HALF SOLD. Shoes ! Shoes ! There is no need wearing out shoe leather running about for footwear, when we have, direct from the factories, Shoes of the best make. and which we can sell with a guarantee. Then, we carr.y as nice a line of Gents' Youths' and Boy's SClothing as you will be able to see in any other city. This Department was selected with a view to style, fit and dura bility. OR GROCERY DEPARTMENT Cannot be excelled anywhere, and our prices defy competi tion. We have always enjoyed a tine Clarendon patronage for which we are grateful, and we shall strive to continue to merit the patronage and confidence you give us-come to see us, Yours, &c, LEVI BROTHERS, By The Subs tit Cayight. 1903. by HA CHAPTER IX. ILLTER was alone in the office of the warehouse one morning about the middle of the follow ing week when Kenner came in from the postoffice. the morning's mail in his hands. "Wheat's gone a-whizzin'," he said. "It's $1.10 in the shade-away above high water mark. Take a fool's ad vice, Mr. ilillyer. an' git out while you kin. I've got Georze's interest at heart the same as you have. an' it's better 1 ter young men to go slow an' be on the safe side." HBllyer smiled broadly and rubbed his hands together with an air of in tense satisfaction. "You were jest as badly rattled when it hadn't reached a dollar," he said. "Now, you let George alone. Ef I'm willin' to resk his judg- 1 ient, with plenty o' scads behind the investment, why can't you?" Kenner shrugged his shoulders and made no reply. George was coming in at the door. "Hello, young Gould!" the cotton buyer cried out jovially. "Are you weak at the knees?" "Oh, you mean wheat," said Buckley Indifently as he went to his desk. "That's Mr. Hillyer's affair." "No, it .hain't, my boyd not by a jug ful," said Hillyer, almost tenderly. "Yore judgment's held good so far; what do you think we ought to do?" "Why, if I wanted to realize," re plied the young man, "I'd telegraph for the best offers right away. You can't rely on those-printed reports like Ken ner has. My opinion is that It has gone higher since that circular was sent out" "Higher!" exclaimed Kenner, with a cold smile of derision. "My boy, y,ou are actin' jest-like.every young specu lator that ever grabbed the whip an' jumped in the arena. You never let go till the back,action sets in, an' then down you scoot like an avalanche." Hillyer's next remark surprised Ken ner. "That's jest what I have done, my boy. I don't say I intend to sell, but I wired Jacobs & Co. fer the'r best offer on my way down." Just then a messenger boy came in with a telegram. Hillyer opened It with shaky fingers, but when he read It -he laid it on his desk quite calmly, a gleam of triumph in his eye. "Jacob offers $1.2%," he said im pressively as he looked at the cotton buyer. Kenner stared.and then spat against the wall behind the stove. "Somebody's crazy," he grunted. "Wheat e'an't stand at that." Hllyer was gazing at George with a hearty smile on his face. "What do you think we ought to do, my boy?' he asked. "Remember, I only want yore judgment. Ef we hit the ceilin' feet fo'most I'll never throw it up to you." George was silent for a -moment The others hung on his reply. "You I are putting me in a rather ticklish place, Mr. Hillyer," he said. "I'd real ly rather not have the responsibility of as big a thing as this Is entirely on me." "Well," said Hillyer, "you won't 9 mind tellin' me what you would do ef it was all yore affair." "If it were mine," answered George, "I'd hold awhile longer." "That settles it," cried Hillyer, and he turned to write an answer to the telegram. A fe'wminutes later Hanks came in with his son Bob, a well dressed young man past twenty years of age. The young man paused in the outer room, an expression of deep embarrassment 1 n hi face. "Has that car o' meat fer me been sidetacked?' Hanks asked Hillyer abruptly. "Yes; it's at the platform now," the merchant answered, casting a curious glance past Hanks to his son. "Are you ready to have it unloaded?" "Yes; Bob's goin' to do it" The whole room stared in igmpa thetic astonishment "You say he is?" Hillyer got out un der his breath.C "Yes; I'm goin' to show him an' his mother that I rule the rocst up our way. She's tuck a notion he's too god to work like common folks, an' let's 'Im run wild with these town dudes, an' I've made up my mind as long as he eats my grub he's got to lay his ands to whatever work there is to do. I could git a nigger to do the job fer a dollar an' a half, an' I'm simply goin' to save the money." 4 At this outburst Bob Hanks was seen to turn his face to the door. I was as red as blood, "Oh, say"-- Hillyer began to pr- e test, but Hanks interrupted him. "Git that pair o' trucks back thar an' go to work," he said to his son', "an' shuck off that coat an' necktie. You won't need no buttonhole bouquet . fer this job.", The young man made haste to obey. I It was as if he wanted to spare his parent the exhibition he was maing t of himself. Hanks sat down at the stove in his usual place quite unruf led. "Say," Hlllyer began mildly, "I don't a think yo're handlin' that chap right a He's all right, ef you'd only treat him , like a young human bein'. I've want ed to speak to you about that boy a long time. I like Bob, I cayn't help a It. Why, hang It, he's jest natural! He don't know how to get down to I work. He's been fetched up in this a gddy set o' young folks, an' he feels his fodder. When you do put 'im at g wrk you put 'im at some menial em-a plyment that makes all the boys in town laugh at him, an' no boy with a any pride at all can stand that An' thiouble is he's ashamed of the way t yu do along with it The daddies o'a that set he's been runnin' with don't1i act-that way, an' he don't know why ydre different" "What.in the.-name o' common sense ~ Coyou:know about boys?" said Hanks, a laning forward. and appling his g cheap cigar to -a red spot on the stove. y "ouve never hahi one. Do you reckon a I hau't anxious to see 'im make g same'n' outi.n hisselft? I tried my level best to git 'Imk to go to mill t'otherja y, and betwixt 'im and his mammy w cIpan ocpettted. Jest think o'b ta-ma feedn' an' housin' a young "A grin,o' Wales that won't ride i ~mg corn sacZ" said Kenner 2 M~u de sot a~te le-? WILL N. HARBEN, Author of "Abner Dan iel." " T h e Land of the Changing Sun," "The ute North Walk Mystery," Etc. .RPER Q BROTHERS pliant on yore hands as shore's preach In'." Just then they beard the rattle of the iron wheeled trucks in the rear. Bob Ranks had set to work. His father began to pull at his cigar. No one poke for a few minutes. Then three oung men, faultlessly attired and laughing merrily, entered the ware house at the front and went through the building toward the car at the platform In the rear. "Goin' back to poke fun at Bob," said Kenner. "They certainly are a tifin' gang, but I'll bet Bob feelsplike erawlin' in a hole an' pullin''the hole [n after 'Im." Oeorge Buckley stood down on the Soor, his face rigid. They were all atching him. He took off his coat md hung it up and then walked out of die office through the warehouse to ard the car of bacon. "I wonder what he's goin' to"- be ,an Kenner. "Goin' to scatter them fools, I reck m," said Hillyer angrily. "An' he rt, the blasted idiots!" Hanks had observed and heard, but ie smoked on as if unconcerned. . Kenner rose and went out. He came )ack in a moment, a strange light in 11s honest face, his lips twitching. "George has got another pair o' tucks an' is helpin' Bob unload that ar," he said in an unsteady voice. "By gum, he's a man, I tell you--a nan!" Hanks' cigar had gone out, and he eaned forward and pressed its end igainst the stove again. "It won't iurt George as much to take a little ercise with the trucks as it will Bob :o be bolstered up in his ways by what eorge is a-doin'. The Lord knows ou'll all ruin the boy among you. I lon't care how much work George does 'er me. I'll save a dollar and a half. Ee can't make me feel cheap by that ;ort o' trick." Kenner did not seem to be listening. nith his eyes on Hillyer's sympathetic race he remarked: "The minute George oomed up out thar an' grabbed them :rucks an' set to work that gang dried ip an' looked like they wanted to hide. hey made some excuse or other an' aunk off down the railroad, an' Bob Bob jest- looked like h'e could die fer im. I tell you, you old stick in the nud"-to Hanks-"I'll bet any other Lddy but rou'd 'a' made a man out o' hat mateil. Bob told me once that ie wanted to go in business fer his e'f. Wby don't you try 'im?' "Try 'im!" said Hanks indifferently. 'Who tried me. I wonder? I had to ;hift fer myself, an' ef I've accumu ated anything It has been by my own ~fforts. Ef anybody had set me up In yusness at .4hat boy's age I'd never >een wuth a hill o' beaus." "Yes, an' you didn't start out with s much agin you as Bob has," an wered the cotton buyer. "You wasn't ~onstantly surrounded by folks tellin' ou yore old scrub of a daddy was ~on' to die an' leave you a whole lot ' money, an'-hold on. I'm not rough"-as Hanks was about to peak-"an' a whole community tellin' ou you mustn't lay yore hands to nenial labor. Yore daddy, from what hear, made you pull a bell cord over mule's back tell you was twenty-one, n' when you finally riz to the dignity 'the junk shop you used to keep, you nsdered yourself in high G. Why, hey say yomu never wore shoes tell you ut 'em on to vote In. They say a tranger put up at Lib's house one tight, Mr. Hillyer, an' Lib was standin' Ip before the fire warmin' hisse'f. All t once Lib's mammy said, 'Henry, har's a coal o' fire under yore foot,' in' Lib looked up, as lazy then as now, n' asked, In his slow way, 'Which oot, ma?'" Hillyer smiled, but Hanks simply runted indifferently and began to look ver a packet of papers which he took tom his pocket Jake came in to tell Eenner that some cotton wagons were triving up, and Kenner started out, aughing good~ naturedly. At the door te paused, and, coming back, he leaned n the back of a chair toward Hanks. You know how to take my fun, Lib," e said, just a touch of apology in his one. "You see. I used to have jest ech a gang as Bob's society crowd to ontend with." Kenner laughed. It ras plain he had more to say in spite f the pressure of business. "When I growed up it was wuss, if .nything, than now. It was jest after he war, when nobody had anything to iut on style with, an' everybody want d to make a good show to keen from yokin' beat Among the young men a this place thar was some of us that est naturally would work, an' a pile f 'em that didn't seem to know how, n' us that knowed how seemed tokeep p the rest, for they was eternally -borrowin' our cash an' never dream a' o' replacin' it. I remember thar ras one young feller, Fred Dinslow, hat kept my pocket change down to aw ebb. It went on so long that I ot to prayin' over it, an' fina]y I got he courage to put my foot down. I ept tellin' 'im I didn't have It. He nowed I did, an' so did I, but I could al 'ima that better'n anything else, eca'se he hated to dispute my word, s bad as I hated to refuse 'Ima my "ages. Me 'n' him was a-roomin' to ether, an' one day a nigger, Aif [ardin, begun to banter me to sell 'im light overcoat I was about through ith, an' I laid it out fer 'im. Well, 'red noticed it a-lyin' out on the table, n' axed me what I was a-goin' to do r'ith It. I told 'im I was a-goin' to ll It to Alf Hardin. Me 'n' Fred was -lyin' smokin' on the bed, an' he got p all at onice an' put the coat on an' tood lookin' at hisse'f In the bureau lass. He'd turn fust one way an' Len another, like a woman dressin' fer picnic, an' then he said: 'It fits me ke a glove, Jim. How much is Alf oin' to give-you fer it?' 'Five dollars,' aid I. Fred screwed about at the lass a minute longer, an' then he aid, 'Dern ef I don't give you five r It; it's jest what I want.' Well, Lar I was, a born southern gentleman n' a room mate was axin' to be pre erred over a nigger, an' not a clink ur sight o' coin anywhars around. Vell,' says I, after one o' my silent rayers for fresh light, Il let you ave t, Fred, but I'm needin' the oney right now, I'm needin' It fer particular purpose, that's the reason m sellin' the coat. I'm needin' it owerful bad.' 'Oh,' said he, as he nck. ofP the ont. an' nnt it In his trunk, 'Ill git the money fer you. rm expectin' some next Monday.' I know ed then that I was done, an' done brown, but I didn't know my crust was burnt to a cinder. The next-day was Sunday, an' a nigger baptizin day, an' in the black procession headed fer Mill Creek I seed Alf Hardin among the elect, on his way to be bap tized. with my overcoat on. It wDs a solemn oC'aslon, but I was mad. I stopped Af an' axed 'im whar he got the coat. Marse Fred Dinslow sol' it to me, suh,' he said. 'Howmuch did you pay 'im fer ity I axed 'Im. 'Five dollars, suh,' said Alf; 'he tried to git six, but I didn't have it.' At another time, Fred-but I see that.cot ton wagon out in front, an' I've got to git a move on me." Hillyer was alone in.the office when Bob Hanks and George camein, flushed and hot, their task finished. "You are the right kind, George," the old man heard Bob saying, in a grate ful tone,, "and I'm not going to forget it either." "Pshaw!" Buckley said, "it was ex actly what I needed to set my blood in circulation. I get the cramp ;sitting on that stool." - Bob went to the wash pan.in the cor ner of the room and cleansed his hands of the brine and salt. Hillyer called him when he had finished. "Say, Bob," he said, "come sit down here." The old man indicated a chair near his desk. The young maniobeyed wonderingly. "Bob," began the merchant, "I be fieve I'm yore friend an' that: I have yore intrust at heart." "Well, I've always thought yosu treat ed me decently, Mr. Hillyer. I was just telling George out there in'the car that I could work like a steam engine for a man like you. Mr. Hillyer, I may look like a pretty tough specimen, but I'll give you my word that I am sick and tired cf living like I am. That's God's truth." "What sort o' work do you think you would like, Bob?" Hillyer could not suppress the round note of sympathy that dominated his voice. "It may seem very silly to you," Bob declared slowly, "but I am just as sure that I could run a business for myself as I am that I'm sitting here talking to you. To make a clean breast of it -for I know you will undcrstiqnd my fix-I was on a trade with A. C. Eand ford, up the street, for his grocery store. Sandford's wife has got indian blood in her an' she's entitled to land in the territory. He wants to move out there and quit here. Ive looked in to his books an' his trade, an' he's got a good thing-a thing that could be built up till it would pay big. He's got old fogy ways an' hasn't kept up to date, an' I believe money can be made in this town according to late methods. Well, when I heard he was thinking of selling out I had a talk with him. I told him I had no money, but if he'd sell the stock to me on time I'd pay him. Well, that pleased him and his wife, too, fot they are anxious to get away, and we even took stock. It invoiced about $2,000, an' he doesn't owe a cent in market, but somehow 'my father got wind of It, an', Lord, the rbw he raised over it! He made me go out in the yard an' cut wood all that morning, an' he went down to Sand ford and said so much agazi't me that Sandford backed clean out." Hillyer sta'red for a moment at George, who was listening, and then he looked at Bob. "Are you twenty one?' he asked. "I was last July, Mr. Hlllyer." "Then you are yore own boss?" "I reckon I am, as far as age goes," said Bob, with a good natured smile, "but my credit doesn't seem to amount to much." "Bob"-Hillyer was not looking at hm-"you must not lose tbhat chance. It's a good one, and I believ-e you can run the business. I believe it's in you. You are interested in it, an' that's the chief thing." "Thank you, Mr. Hllyer. I like to hear you say that, but I don't much blame father. I haven't bpliving just like he wanted me to, and I have thought seriously of getting away from this town. It's pretty hard to do the right thing surrounded by a gang like I've been in-a crowd that thinks it be neath a fellow to work." "They wouldn't laugh at you if you were the proprietor o' that grocei'y," said Hiilyer. "Look here, Bob; I've got a lot o' money lent out on a sight wuss security than yore word, an' ef you'll give me yore note fer twA thou Bo'rntt th -asca-- h cre Jsoismnt ecagt.- bet Bo et to aske finhanlly . tecre o thoo n eane tht I'an' san ll mais the ratie o' iteet you kinutans, an' somlld give yomest aslong time aus yoSanorda out. Goff." Baou thens note, were wien Bopen put aoismet. He stcauhti this safeath' ain gatown arnately Sandforget' a "h.Mr. Hillyer ared yout in ter nesthan heasedaing teflebu :heod mch i enst that I'mund. to"Loethis thng! iside Go'rge Bucx along an' bus nasrI hvou Geowe :ake yout the giving an' whe Beenst hiseame to eve stick itihe seve rn douandsd o. Bob. Hankser Bobrnred out once "Liet hnimnalomeesssaiy Gedrgeenuski meyat his frind. "Wl'1 yo had ve C1APTERt X. HE next morning Kenner came into the ofice and greeted'Hill yer and George with a smile. "I'll be hanged ef I don't be lieve Bob Ranks. has struck his proper element," lie said. "He's turned that old stue upside down already. Seed 'im burnin' a half bushel measure-0' live cockroaches jest now. Stores all about had to shet the'r doors; thar was sech a stench. Bob's got his coat off. an' up to his neck in business. A fel ler told me Bob was thar at 5 o'clock to open up an' swept out hisse'f. I sorter call that a good joke on Lib. He's always keepin' his eye peeled fer somebody to lend money to an' over looked his own boy." Half an hour later Hanks slouched In and sat down in his accustomed place at the stove. Kenner was eying him curiously, a quizzical smile playing on his face. Hanks swung his foot to and fro, his unlighted cigar in his hand, till he caught Hillyer's glance, then he grunted: "Thought you was powerful smart, didn't you?" he said dryly. "I don't know as I did," replied Hill yer, flushing a little. There was silence for a moment, then. Hanks said, "Well, you'll see whar yore money's gone ef you'll keep a watch out" "It'll be gone clean to the IndanTer ritory as soon as Sandford's packedup his effects." Hanks granted again. "You never 'd 'a' done it ef you hadn't 'lowed I'd make it good. but I'll tell you now you'll never git a cent on that dratted note from me." "I never expect to," said Hlllyer, smiline agreeably. "Oh, that'll do to talk," answered Hanks. "You think, though, that I never staid by an' see a body lose -by a child o' mine; but this is different I was fetchin' up that boy accordin' to. my lights, an' you come in an' inter fered." "He told me he was twenty-one," said Hillyer, still amused, "and I saw a chance to lend 'Im some money. That's all there Is to it" "Oh, well, you kin afford a little-loss like that," retorted Hanks, "an' when Bob's run through with the pile I kin show everybody I was right in the stand I tuck with 'im." As it was a busy hour, xiothing more was said on the subject. A ragged farmer in a slouched hat came in to talk to flanks about mortgaging a mule and a milk cow for his next year's supplies, and Hans went out to see the mule and hear a minute descrip tion of the cow-her age, weight,..prog eny and habits. That afternoon, as George and the merchant were closing the warehouse to go to supper, Kenner came along on, the way to his boarding house. "'They say old Lib's been hangin' rouid Bob's store all day watchin' 'im like a hawk," he informed them, with a laugh. "He cayn't hide his interest As soon as Bub ud make a sale the old man ud run up to the cash drawer an' count the change an' ask the cost of the article. He's neglectin' his own mat ters. I'll swear it's funny. Ef he's talked with one man today he-has with forty about Bob's venture. He wanted to find out what folks thinks, an' he's literally astonished to find so many believe Bob knows what he's a-doin'. "I seed 'im a-standln' in Bob's door watchin' Bob an' Heneker Bra.her biddin' agin one another to buy a load o' mountain chickenis. I sp4e to Lib, but he jest kept chawin' his tobacco, so much absorbed he didn't e.r me. Then we seed the feller start to drive up to Bob's door, an' old Lib clapped hs hands together an' said: 'By gum! Bob got 'em!' But he sorter cooled down when the chickens was unloaded an' he heard Bob had bid 15 cents apiece all round. He grabbed Bob as: he was passin' an' said, 'Say, don't you think you went too steep on that load1? Bob was purty red, anyway, from lifting at the coops-he was so anxious to get 'em in his shebang-an' he got redder, but he pulled the side ' his face down an' looked to see that the feller couldn't hear, an' said: 'Sh! 've got 'em already sold in Atlanta at 20 cents apiece, an' that galoot's goin' ttake his pay in coffee at 18 cents a pound-coffee that cost 10 in New Or leans. You see whar I come in, don't ou?' 'You better go it sorter slow at the start,' Lib said, but he was simply tickled to death. I'll swear it was fun to watch 'im! He'd rather see that boy learn how' to .handle money than fer 'im to be elected governor o' this state." Old Hlanks seldom left his home after supper, but that evening he dropped in at Hillyer's, finding the merchant and his y~ife before a cheerful fire in the sitting room. He came in awk- I wardly, but his self possesson was a I thing he always had with him. Ken ner had once said that Banks could sell scrap Iron in a pigeon tailed coat and1 white vest and never realize the odd ity of his appearance. His brogan shoes were untied, as if he had started to go to bed and chngted his mind. "I see Bob's got that store to goin'," he said dryly. "I've been sorter watch in' 'im today. I hardly know what to make of 'im." 1 Bilyer looked knowingly at his smil ing wife and replied:2 "So he's got opened up, has he?" t "Opened up? I reckon he has; tuck 1 in ninety odd dollars today, an' the I Lord only knows what profit he'll ar- , erage. I don't reckon Bob does, from a what I observed, though he ain't losin' I so fur." "Oh, he'll hold Sanford's trade," r said Hillyer. "You kin count on that." 1 "Well, I reckon he will," said Mrs. C llyer. "I've changed my account toC him from Waters & Co. An' why C shouldn't I? Do you reckon I'm not t goin' to encourage rail enterprise? Jest the minute he told me he was a-gin' to run a free delivery wagon to take orders an' deliver goods twice a day I put my name dowVn. The idea o' them old fogies waitin' for youngE Bob Hanks to start a free delivery! Why, the minute I told Mrs. Dugan c bout it she mighty nigh had a spasm, . she was so glad. I seed her ag'in jest before supper. She'd been down an' ordered a whole raft o' stuff she didn't ~ need jest to see 'em come up like they t do n cities. She's been trampin' from one end 0' town to t'other tellin' folks they won't have to make a step either way to git what they want fer the ta ble. Bob's boy '1l call the first thing t in th^~ morni' an' write down what's f wanted, an' up the stuff comes. He's I got tome little-have you seed them i little books he's givin' away fer a body l1 to write orders in? Oh, you have! Well, it's a powerful good idea. No body kin dispute the'r account when lt's writ in the'r own handwritin'. Mr. g flanks, as shore as yore a-settin' thar, t Bob's goin' to succeed." 1 lanks looked at the fire. His eye, c usually a dead thing, held a twinkle, or was It only the reflection of the ames in the chimney? t AUCTION SALE First Big Auction Sale of 25 H AD 2 2A RANGE HORSES TUESDAY NOV 904 SUMTEF S This lot of Horses will range in age from 4 to 7 years, and will weigh from 800 to 1000 pounds; No Small, Scrubby Stock, but hey are from the great Laison Range. and are.sired by The -Cele >rated Standard-BredTrottizg Stallion Jaybird. Don't confuse ;hem with the Texas or Montana pony, but these-are nearly stan lard-bred horses that are sure to be useful workers. This will be ;he best lot of Range Horses over sold on this market, and -will be ?ositively sold -to the highest bidder for cash. Among the lot wili )e a.number of broke horses ready for work, and some-halter broke nd ready to ride. A rare chance to get a good horse- at your own )rice. Horses will arrive and be on exhibition after Tuesday / )ctober 25th. Sale Begins11 O'clock, Rain or mSe. F'OR FURTHER INFORMATION, ADDRESS W. M. GRA HAM,;Suniter S. 0. THE~MAN IN TRE MOON. 'TT FSOH AOIA -omeourntsyunaiariarBennd a - to His Identity. - According to Pratorius, the .man in CUTO OMNPES .he moon is the patriarch Isaac, carry- L~EJ1~~,HZe ozsn ng the bundle of stioks which were to C~I .Moe .S ono> e lighted to sacrifice his own body on y . aue JW he mountain top. Dante believes him ~ .A on~ n .M :o be Cain, carrying a bundle of thorns, CorePantfs :he-meanest offering his lands afforded' is a present to God. in Iceland the lt eople claim that they can see theL.A ?clveanJliS.Yug ~ace of Adam in the moon and that of Dendts ~ve in the sun. Among the Frieburg-Prttin. -s there is a superstition which' says - :hat the marks and spots on the moon's UDRADB ITEO 'ace are the outlines of the traitor Jdmn reo h or fCr rudas Iscariot, holding his hand overmoPlaithabvsaedc i1s face while sneezing just prior to Otbr6 94 wl ela-pbi 3nglng himself. 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