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BI0€ YOUR TIME. Vhea lortnnn treale yon slightingly And everything goes wrong, Remember that you still are tree To labor and be strong. To him who bravely does his part. Misfortune U no crime; Just hold your grip and keop up heart And learn to bide your time. The surest road to greatness lies Through hard and patient work. The glorious name that never dies Gomes not unto the shirk. Fame sits upon an eminence, . A pinnacle sublime; He who would win must seek her thence, Strive on and bide his time. The man of hope and energy. Who keeps one goal in sight, Who goes his way with constancy. Will some time win the light. The man whose life a glory bends To every age and clime, Is he whose purpose never bends. Who works and bids his time. Go onward. O er the future’e hills, The dawn falls cool and sweet. Go onward. He can win who wills And bows not to defeat. Go onward, though your path may He Through calumny and slime. The way will brighten bye and byo: Go on and bide your time. And when the fight at last is o’er. The toil at last is done; When standing on Use's further shoreu Beneath her setting sun; Beyond the future’s unbarred gataL The bells of heaven chime; Andjustioe, loveand glory wait For him who bides his time. —J. A. Edgerton, in Atlanta Constitution. A Story of Great South Bay. ATTAIN LEVI Skullcarp sat on the gunwale of the Miriam, leaning forward so thet his elbows rested on his knees. With both hands he grasped the short stem of his cherry pipe and his one eye gazed seaward across the smoking bowl. The tiller creaked idly to and fro and the sail flapped listlessly in the light breeze, that scarcely railed the surface of the bay. “Ye know that yonng Mr. Archer that’s stayin’ at the hotel?” The Captain shifted his one eyo inquir ingly in my direction. I raised my hand in warning and whispered: “dab!” The Captain acceded to my request in silence, and a moment later another fine fish joined its fellows that were flopping about a box in the cockpit. A faint splash and the treabherous bait wasscurr^nj^awayin^searoh of new """^sn^^alptain^what were you - re- mar king?” I asked, glauciag up from the water. * “I was about to remark that it was right off here that mo an’ that senty- mental Mr. Archer was one day last week when he says to mo. *Cap’n,' he aays, ‘do you s’pose a man could com mit soocide here?’ He was lookin’ mighty melnmcholy an’ ” “Do you mean the quiet young man with a black beard, who has the second table from mine at the hotel, Skull- •earp?” I interrupted. The Captain ’lowed that ho had never eaten at the hotel and conse quently could not locate Mr. Archer at his dinner, but ho admitted that the sentimental young man did have a short, black beard, nsually car ried a pipe and pouch of tobacco in the starboard pocket, and a few books and magazines in the one to port. Having completed the identification, I was not surprised at the suggestion of suicide, for my attention had been at tracted to Archer by his avoidance of *11 companionship and his distraught air. In fact, I had last seen him sit ting alone in a quiet nook on the hotel veranda, striking match after match in an attempt to light an empty pipe, and accompanying each failure with violent language, softly spoken. I mentioned this to Levi Skullcarp. “Soocide was the word he used,” my rftipper said when he had stoked his pipe, as he called the operation, for the Captain was fond of using what he deemed nantical expressions, thongh he had never ventared to poke his nose ten miles off shore. It was * failing of Levi to talk a great deal abont the deep sea, and at times he even dropped mysterious hints that he had circled the globe as commander of • trim clipper, though in common with the other Great Sonth Bay cap tains he derived his title from the ownership of a small catboat and the six aluminum buttons that adorned his patched coat. ‘“You might commit soocide here, Mr. Archer,’ I says," continued he, •‘ ‘providin’ you dove over head first an* then doubled up, or else walked two miles out t’ the channel/ “He looks at me kind o’ solemn, then sighed and went on crabbin’. The dsy was jipt like this here, only there was a dead ca’m, an’ over yan- der toward Fire Islan* the clonds was beginnin’ to rise. I mention (them clonds because I was a-hopin’ they’d bring I a breeze with ’em, for I was tired fioppin’ ’round in the snn while he lay there on the gunwale, some times readin’, sometimes crabbin’, an’ moat o’ the time jist watchin’ the water. That kind o’ thing’s all right Levi was shaking his pipe vigorous ly, and I deemed it wise to assuage his anger by exclaiming with an ominous wag of the head: “Oh, you old JJbar- nacle!” This had a soothing effect on the Captain, for in a milder tone he con tinued: “We’d been that way ’bout four Lour when I seen another boat edgin’ down our way. Her sail was bangin’ like clothes on a line, but she was a lectio furder out an’ caught the tide. A man was sittyi’ in the stern an ’a lady on the gunwale. Mr. Archer ho seen ’em, too, an’ watched fer a long time. Then ho turns to me an’ says, ‘Cap’n, the glaws.’ “That’s just what he called it, the glaws. “ ‘A trim little craft, Cap’n,’ says he. To do ’im credit ho knows a good boat. “ ‘I don’t like the lines o’her body, sir,’ I wentures. “At that ho kind o’ smiles an’ says: *1 means the lady.* “He was right, there, too, fer a trim enough craft she looked, with her white duck suit an’ sailor hat, thongh I couldn’t see her face. I was just gittin’ me eye fixed on that part v-ner nnll when Mr. Archer jumps up, ran for’a’d to the mast an’ stood there like he was sightin’ land after a month adrift on a raft. “‘Cap’n, kin yon run a leetle nearer that craft? I know her,’ he calls. ‘“In this win’?* I asks. “ ‘Pole,’ he yells. ugh the water ng breeze. , Captain?” I nstrauce. we were moving under the fast fr “Where are yon asked in a tone of r 1 e gave the sheet, few turns abont a cleat, tucked the Her comfortably under one leg, fille and lighted bis pipe, and wbea the fioke was rising in great volume fret the bowl and trailing astern in toads that mast have made our boat i a distance pre sent the appearance if a small steam ship, he exclaimedtgain: “I’ll be blowed!” Then I arose in m porting myself by _ board and facing the cried; “See here, der the impression craft, and ” “I m goin’ fer her,” he said in a that brooked no trill to submission Hardly had the M: dock when Levi Sku and after giving me nit ion to bo all ready return, be clamber vehicle and soon dtappeared in a cloud of dust. For ijmo ten minutes I struggled with the isiug wind and sea that kept incestntly ponnding the boat against the «l|ek. At length I was relieved to spyo cloud of dust rolling down the love stretch of road that led from the vilhge. Preceding it was a man on a lieyclo. It was Archer. Ho reaehel the dock, sprang nth and, snp- ing the renter- urate mariner, tain, I was an- had hired this Archer; yan’s , solemn tone and forced mo |am to ached the tarp was ashore, harried adtno- i push off on his into a rickety cased it against a to Miriam, and mo pushed her and the sheet, ter a man that never done nothin 1 an “‘I could pole,’I says, ‘had I a polo, but I hain’t.’ “He give a long ground an’ set down on top o' the cabin yander an* kep’ pippin his eye throo the glass at the other boat that was foolin’ around ’bout a mile off our bow. “By r.n’ by, he says, ‘Cap’n, there’s a breeze cornin’.’ Tvo been watchin’ it, sir,’ says I, an' I nps with me anchor nu’ rail. “It caught the other feller first, an’ of a sudden her canvas filled an’ she begin to cut throo the water on a beat up the bay. I had the tiller ready, an’ it warn’t a minute till we was movin’, too. It was slow at first, bnt we soon had to reef, an’ went tearin’ throo the water to beat a steam la’nch. The clonds had brought a reg’lar hurricane an’ was pilin’ up aloft an’ roarin’ full o* thunder. You otter V seen Mr. Archer then. He kep’ rnnnin’ from bow to stern an’ back, forever askin’ whether I thoaght we was gainin’. Now, I’m proud o’ this here Miriam o’ mine. I’ll back her agin anything on the bay bnt that there strange boat. Why, that craft slipped throo the water like she was illed, We kep’ up pretty well, thongh, an’ might o’ caught her if the rain hadn’t come an’ us lost sight o’ ’em. I wanted to put back, bnt Mr. Archer he wouldn’t'have it, an’ kep’ rnnnin’ up an’ donw, pipin’ his eyes this way an’ that way an’ usin’ bad language till it come dark an’ the storm had passed. Then he th’owed himself down in the cockpit an’ lit his pipe an’ says, ‘Home, Cap'nl' That was all—jist ‘Home, Cap’n/ ” I had thrown aside my lines, for Levi Skullcarp’s account of the senti mental man had awakened my interest, and when he had finished his recital I had tamed my back on the water, my feet were dangling in the cockpit and my eyes were fixed on the bayaian. “Didn’t be explain why he was so anxious to see her?” I asked after a silence of some minutes. In reply the Captain clambered into the cockpit and, bracing himself against the end of the tiller, fixed the long glass to his eye. I followed his gaze to where it rested on a small white sail that was moving across the hay abont a mile away. “I'll be blowed!” he cried. There was a pause, and then he muttered, “.Small jib, white duck dress, spooney bow, white hull, black hair—I’m blowed f” This exclamation was accompanied the business of nro went in par don’t have to, but fer a feller like me tz has been used to cailin’ thoo life in * twenty-knot breeze, topsails up, an’ ovary inch of canvas set, stnddinsails by a loud rattle as he dosed the gmss. Included, to have t’ flop ’ronn’ in two “Git to win’ard, quick 1” he yelled, feet of water like a steam dredge, with Tho boom swung around, allowing tiro snn blisterin’ me paint—why, sir, mo just time to dodge it, and before li’e hard to bear.” i I had fully recovered from my surprise from his wheel and post, jumped into without a word to away, seized the tilllr and off wo scudded. “The Captain!" I cncd, pointing at the approaching cion 1, in the centre of which I knew thonedonbtablo mar iner to bo. “Plague on the Oaptain,” growled Archer. Then ho added, more softly: ] “Get to windward, please.” “But there ho is now,” I expostu lated. Archer looked around. Standing on tho stringpieco of the wharf, vio lently waving ono hafil above his head, while with tho other ho pointed sea ward, was Levi Skullcarp. The sen timental man at the catboat’s helm waved a hand to impH that ho saw tho speck of a sail to whijsh he was point ing, and turned to navigafen. Away suit. When the Miriam had at length set tled down to work anflt was with clock like regularity sticking her nose into the solid green waves,liud then saucily throwing it up in the air again and sending the water skurting along the rail or flying over me, my new com panion broke the silence by appearing for the first timo to recognize that I was human. ‘Mister-r-r?” “Kemp,” I answered, bowing stiff- lj- “My name is Archer.” “I think I have sedn yon about tho hotel.” “This must seem » strange proceed ing to yon,” ho said, laughing. Evi dently the peculiarity had just dawned on him. “Bather,” I replied, thawlbg just enough to smile. “And perhaps an explanation is due,” said he. “Not as long as you can eail,” I an swered. On that score I confess I felt no un easiness, for I soon saw that, sturdy fellow that he was, Archer was fnlly competent to handle the boat, for all the power there was in the breeze he got out of it, and though time and again the Miriam keeled over till her lee tail was well awash and my heart was n my month, she always swung back qgaiu without swerving an inch from h^r course. “There is a girl in th: t boat that I am most anxious to see, Mr. Kemp,” said Archer, after a pause. “So 'I should judge,” i lid L “I have spent nearly al my life in London,” he went on. 'I should be there now had I not m st her. She sailed for home r.bout two months ago and ostensibly by accide it bnt really by intention I came over in the same steamship. By the font :h day out from Queenstown we had ixed every thing up nicely. Then 1 Happened to remember another engagiment—sort of a marriagft of conve lienee—and like a fool I told her. 8 le shat her self up in her stateroom fo r the rest of the voyage and cut me jdead at the pier. I humbly followed her to her home in San Francisco. She fled back East. All trace of 1 er was lost and I came down here to si Ik.” “Do you think we’ll cal sh ’em?" I asked with suddenly awakened inter est. “Thank you," he replied] Jhis sim ple acknowledgement of ha gratitude for my own evident sympathy in liis venture won me compleb y and I scrambled to the mast with i reckless ness that surprised me, thi 11 might get the bearings of the era! wa were chasing. “flow far off do you male them?” he called to me. “About two miles." “They are beating along the bay,” he cried, “and I think if w« hold this conrse we’ll jnst cross their ow. The man’s judgment was i iperb.for fifteen minntes later we wet i so close to the other boat that I couJU see its two occnpanls plainly. 0 te was a man. o regulation small-boa man. at tired in a combination of golf and yachting clothes. The second was a girl. I felt that were she as interest ing as she appeared as she sat there on the windward rail, fearless of dan ger, her face aglow with the excite ment of what she evidently realized was a race. Archer was excusable for forgetting his other engagement. I was meditating on this when my com panion, who had been hidden from her view by tho rail, exclaimed: “Jove!” “We re all right,” said I. “We’ll catch them and you can go on board.” “That’s jnst it,” ho growled. “I can’t go on board. Why, she would cut me dead or toss me over.” As he was best posted as to tho young woman’s character, silence on my part seemed befitting. He did not speak again until wo had drawn with in hailing distance of tho other boat, when he motioned me to him. “We’ll run right across their bow," he whispered. “Don’t you mind me. I can see bottom here. Keep right on and they will have to take mo in. Now, look out!” Wo swept across the bow of the other croft, and by a seemingly clumsy manoeuvre went about; the boom swung around and nn instant later Archer was floundering in tho bay. I grasped the tiller and the Miriam scudded away before tho wind. Poor sailor as I am, hal necessity demand ed it I doubt if I could have navigated tho boat back to whore Archer was flopping about in the water, so it was an easy matter for mo to obey bis in junctions and sail away oblivious to his cries, which mingled with those of tho girl in the tiny sloop. Only twice did I look back. The first time was to see my erstwhile companion being dragged by main force into the other boat; tho second to see two men and a girl gesticulating wildly to me to re turn. Bnt I smiled grimly and point ed the Miriam toward home. On tho next day I returned to town, and I heard no more of tho sentimen tal man u'»til late in November. I was walking up Thirty-ninth street ono afternoon on my way homo from the ollico when my attention was at tracted to a well-appointed brougham that swerved into tho curb close by me. I beard a voice call, “Kemp!” It was Archer, and as I took his out stretched hand he turned to tho pretty yonng woman who had just emerged from the carriage and said; “Kemp, my wife.”—New York Sun. Atlantic Coast Linn. NOBTUEASTEHN BAILtiOAD OF SOOTNi CAROLINA. Condensed Schedule in Effect Dee. 20, WISE WORDS. Fools rash in where angels fear to tread.—Pope. Not education, bnt character, is man’s greatest safeguard.—Spencer. God has never ceased to bo the ono true aim of nil right human aspira tions.—Vinet. Early to bed and early to rise, makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.—Franklin. Fire and sword are slow engines of destruction in comparison with tho babbler.—Steele. # Blessings over wait on virtnons deeds, and though a late, a sure re ward succeeds.—Congreve. If yon wish to ho held in esteem, you innst associate only with those who are estimable.—Bruyere. One of tho God-like things of this world is the veneration done to human worth by the hearts of men.—Carlyle. There is no dispute managed with- onta passion, and yet there is scarce a dispute worth a passion.—Sherlock. This is the law of benefits between men—the one onght to forget at once what he has given, and the other ought never to forget what he has re ceived. —Seneca. SOUTHBOCND No. 35 No. 23 No. 18 A M P M P M. I,v. Florence ....3 25 7 65 • • •• Lv. Kiugstrre.... 8 57 • » • • Ar. Lanes ....4 38 9 15 • • • • Lv. Lanee ....438 9 15 74# Ar. Charleston... 6 03 10 55 9 16 A M P M PM NORTHBOUND No. 78 No 32. No. a A M P M AM Lv. ( harlcston .., ,...633 5 17 7 0* Ar. Lanes ,...8 10 6 45 8 2* Lv. Lanes 6 45 Lv. Klt gstree • • • • • • • • Ar. Florence ... 9 36 7 65 • • • • A M P M AM No 52 runs through to Columbia via Oaa- tral Unllroait of Houih Carollun. Trains Nos. 73 tuul 32 run via Wilson and Fayetteville—Short Line—amt tuulto clean connection for a’.! points North, Trains on A I), it. U. leave Flore nee dally except Sunday 335 a in, arrive Dar lington 10 28 a m. Cheraw 11 40 n tn, Wmlea- l>oro 2 23 p m. Leave Florence dally exeept Sunday 8 15 p m, arrive Darlington Step m, llnrtsville 9 35 p m, Uennettuvtllo 9 3d p nt, Gibson 10 00 p in. Leave Florence Hua- dtt) only 9 55 n m, arrives Darlington 1037 a tn, Hurtesvllle 11 10 n ni. Leaves Gibson daily except Sunday 6 16 a m. lleuuetlsvllle C 41 am, arrive Dailiugtoa 7 40 n in. Leave Hints tile daily exungt Sunday )• 45 a m, arrive Darlington 7 30 an, leave Darlington 9 00 a in, arrive Florenoa 9 25 a ni. Leave Wmtesl oro dally except Sunday 3 00 p ni, Cheraw 5 15 p in. Darling ton G.9 p-in. arrive Florence 7 00 p a. Leave Hartsv lie Sunday only 8 20 a in. Dor'- lingtou 9 05 n in. arrive Florence 9 25 a in. J. K. SINLV. JNO. F. DIVINE, Gen’l Manager. (len’l Sup't. T. M. KMFHSON, Traffic Manager. II. M. EMEKSON, Uon’l I'aes.. Agent Who is accpinintrd with the geoitra^hy of iha Uuiied btulvsol An ertev. will s«-e hy t-xsmi- naiioa ot this map, that the Seaboard Air Line b the great com.ec'lng link between the ICast ami the Soiuliwe»t. A Deer-Hunt In Town. An exciting scene took place in Thorpe, Wis., recently. A. O. Bhea noticed abont noon a splendid large deer in his pasture, near the high. school. He went to his house, pro-1 cured his gnn, and sent a charge of j shot into the back. The deer jumped the fence and ran into the main street. < It had been so long since a deer has been seen roaming about the town that the people were so taken by surprise that they forgot all abont gnns and stood gazing at the splendid animal as it ran and tnrned north at the Forest Qneen honee corner, crossed the rail road track into a mill-yard, where Charles Case happened to bo practis ing at a mark with a rifle. At the third shot Mr. Case succeeded in hit ting the deer and killing it. It weighed when dressed 22G pounds.—Milwaukee Sentinel. Cat Fond of Hontlng. Dr. H. B. Bee, of Milford, Penn., has a cat that has a mania for hunting. This fact was not known until a few days ago, when the doctor's son, How ard, went ont upon a hunting expedi tion in the woods near their farm house. When ho started in tho morning tho cat followed, and try as he might he could not .send it back. Howard bad not proceeded far in the woods before the cat “flushed” a woodcock. The hunter slid it was a beautiful “point,” more graceful than that male by tho most accomplished bird dog. Several other birds were “.lushed” by tho felino pointer, and Howard returned with two woodcock and • New Y< JtvTVoDal'y Veatibuled and Kaurraa Trains Fuiuuh Quick, Attractive' and ConvcnlcoS Schedules hitwet-n XWX3W YOrXMC., VAcanwroH, ucomoti, Hcaroat, posratorai. ) —— A Nt* - nuiofi, sn&AX, wiuuKsrsr. cam.::::, Atbmux, mar* .A.O'Xj./V XV'X'.A., IEW ORLEANS, MACON, MEMPHIS, MONTGOMERY CHATTANOOGA, NASHVILLE, AUGUSTA, TEXAS, MEXICO, CALIFORNIA- mrxa nc^vxiw ijxiwxa aud Principal Branches traverse the Famous KRUIT BELT of Virginia, the Carolinas and Georgia. For Ticket*. Maps, Folders or descriptive ma* ter. etc., apply to any Agent of the Seaboard All Line, or addreas T. J. ANDERSON. Gcn-l Pasa a Aav., PORTSMOUTH, VA. L ST. JOHN. V. E. McBEE) H. W. B. OLOVER, Viu-h*. t Cej’l Ktr. Om'l Nat Trait X*l . linn Away Backward. A singular accident occurred La the Frisco yards, near Joplin, Mo., recently. Engine No. 120, running extra, left town upon the Girard pasenger train’d time. The trains met on a curve *■ the edge of town. Both engineers ap plied the air brakes and reversed tbedr engines, also giving a full head ef steam to mitigate the collision. The en gineer, fireman and trainmen of the ex tra engine jumped for their lives. Tbd engines collided, but with only enough force to crush the cow-catchers. Har<j Ing a full head of steam and being re>» versed, the extra engine, with no ona aboard, rebounded, and at a terrific speed began backing ont of town. IB passed through East Joplin going at aj rate estimated at a mile a minute. The! dispatcher was promptly notified, attj all trains in Its direction were held ba prevent another collision. Bearchera found the engine two miles from town on a hill, with the steam and water ex<J hausted, but with no apparent damage from its wild run XKFT TRB1C HTDDXK. “Were yon and papa playing fools ball in tho back yar.!, George ?” “Yc-e«. Your papa was showing E.o how to tackle when he was hall- buck on his ’varsity team.” “i’apa seemed provoked at yoa, George. He ^id yon’d never l< lo ta- hie low. And then he ought to come out and colors. Why don’t yon colors, George ?” “I don’t a ant to.’* what nro they ?” blue r