Historical Newspapers of South Carolina

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Her education Is of the *ejr aiernl?ica Sister said she thought yon per week. ter ADVjop to-night, and I was wonder- Bueiaew local could be beard upstair*.—Phll- Wanis, i»et .a North American. aoentaeech • ■r order ~ _~ ‘h« 1,000 cats shippe-l from Malnr to •aeet, Oareulclphta rcachad their destination, the •mwobf garden busineM in that city revived •' some. Tltrely a Loral Disease. Kcseina is a li»-al disease and needs local treatment TUs Irritated, diseased skin must "• soothed and smoothed and healed. No use to dees yourself and ruin your stomach Just het-aose to an IP'hlnc eruption. Tettertne Is the only Simple, safe and certain cure for Tetter, Kc- sema, Ringworm and other skin troubles. At druggists or by mall for 90 cent# In suimpa • . T. Hhuptrlne, Havannab, Ua. Heredity Is but a seed. Mind Is the soil wherein It lies, Or If a rose, or If a weed. Will is the gardener, skilled and wise. Mind Is the soil wherein It lies, « Though sterile be that soil, or good, Will Is the gardener, skilled and wise. He makes the garden what he would. Though sterile be that soil or good. Or if the seed be good or 111, He makes khe garden what he would. For master of all things Is Will And If the seed be good or 111, He waters It, or roots it out. , For master of all things is Will, And he Is stronger than the sprout. He waters it, or roots it out, Though pushing like a virile tree, , ]£or he is stronger than the sprout, "And mightier than Heredity. Though pushing like a virile tree Will can uproot each vicious weed. For part of God Himself is he— • Heredity is but a seed! —Ella Wheeler Wilcox, In Frank Leslie’s Popular Monthly. The Name on the Wall. 17 s rash j . ua as by ni»Kt*H oaiu wai im arnlor partner of the firm of F. J. l.’aa; Co., doing business In the City of Toledo, ( and Mtate aforesaid, and that said ftrm w It la dow said that the Kansas boy lawyer Is a fake, and somebody has shaved the Georgia baby that was born with whiskers. State o» Ohio, City or Toledo, i m LUUAaOoCNTY, J ’ , Frank J. Oxeubv makes oath that be Is the “ ‘ Chbkev * i. County i will pay the sam of one HtTMDHEb polls hh for each and every case of catahrk that cannot he cured by the uae of Hall's Catarrh cure. Frank J. Chrnet. Sworn to before me and mbacrlbed in my —*— i presence, this eth day of December, BRAt. V A. D. ISA). A. w Gleason, -V— j Nnloru public. Hall’s Catarrh Cure Is taken Internally, and acts directly on the blood and mocoua surfaces of the system. Send for testimonials, free. F. J. Chenit A CO., Toledo, 0. Sold by Druggists, 79c. Hall's Family Pills are the best. Oh, What Nplendld Coftee. Mr. Goodman, Williams Co., 111., writes: ‘‘From one package Ualzer's German OOfTee Merry, costing ISe . I grew SCO 11*. of better coffee than I can buy In atorea at 30 cent* a lb.” a. c. 8 A package of this coffee aad big seed and S lant catalogue Is sent you by John A. alzer Reed Co,, La Cross, Wis., upon re ceipt of 15 cents stamps and this notice. The Morning Post, Raleigh, N. C. North Carolina’s Leading Dally Paper. The Post prints all the news worth printing. Nothing objectionable ever Inserted. Hates 56.00 per annum; 50c. per month. PRINCESS K A ILL AX I. It is an American fad to sympathise with the oppressed of other nations and to forget the people who are robbed at homo. To Cure r Cold in One Day. Take Laxative BromoQuinine Tablets. All Druggists refund money if it falls to cure. 25c. A pig tall on the head of a Chinaman la the ^urpuhto fight. ^STfr^^r^sliAe'onJr^lTne^rSHR* > Restorer. $2 trial bottle and treatise free Kline, Ltd.. U31 Arch St.. Phils., Pa. A man with wheels In bis head is not to be trusted with the machinery of government. Chew Star Tobacco- The Smoke Sledge Cigarettes. Be.t. ’ an trades unionist, in rtreat nmain are asked to pay six cents a week to support the striking engineers. Mrs. W inslow’sSoothing Syrup forchildren tei-thing, softens the gums, reducing Innanui- tiou.allays pain,cures wind colic, 25c. a bottle. I cannot speak too highly of Plso’s Cure for Consumption. Mm. Frank Moaaa, 316 W.2gd St.. New York, Oct. 38, PWI. fl/ook out for colds At tbi.^season. Keep Your blood pure and Rich and your system Toned up by taking (ITood’s Sarsaparilla. Then You will be able to Resist exposure to which A debilitated system Would quickly yield. " H N U- NoTa.- l!!. A Great R*air«ty Dtoaverari. Send fora FREE package «v let it Ni^ak tor I'otitairr 5c. im. 8. PKKKEY. ChictAftOg Ills. FITS Heat Cough 8ytuV~Taste« UoodT Da tlma Sold by drug very highest order. She Is very music al, slugs, composes and uses almost any Instrument of harmony, even to the violin. A peculiarity of Hawaiian law Is that descent is through the maternal side, lustead of by the father. If a member of any of the families of the high chief marries a woman of the people the children, while i»erfectly legitimate, do not Inherit the lands or honors of the father, while If a man not of noble blood marries a woman connected with the noblest families her children by bU* are nobly born. Succession tb tti^ throne Is 11 ret by descent. The relgnlug sovereign possessing no heir has the right to adopt and name an heir to the throne. In the absence of descent or nomination, election by the Legislative Assembly, with the proviso that the choice must be from the fam ilies of the highest chiefs, provides for the succession. Princess Kalulanl Is the niece of Queen Lllluokalana, and was named h’elr-apparent on March 8, 1891, the fact being officially communicated to this Government and acknowledged by the United States. But the young Prin cess was not at this date In Honolulu, for on May 10, 1889, or in her 14th year, under the charge of Mrs. T. R. Walker, wife of the British Consul, she had left that port for England. There lly of Mr Davies, anyw’TtH'hlm H^rln- cess Kallulanl visited this cotintry to protest against the Harrison treaty of annexation. A physician called to prescribe for a cataleptic patient in Belcvue Hospital sugested that she might be awakened from her slumbers by means of music. Unfortunately his suggestion was not followed out or we might have had a startling exhibition of the effects of music upon the sick, especially those suffering from nervous or muscular diseases. It might have led to the use of chromatics Instead of calomel and sonatas In place of soporifics. Then the prescriptions of the future might have road something like this: “It One ‘Moonlight Sonata,’ one Schubert’s ‘Serenade.’ Take just before retiring.” Wagner’s music might be prescribed for those suffering from the more serl- ouse troubles, while patients with tri fling dlesases could have the popular street airs of the music hall* played for their benefit. For a short distance a lion or a tiger can outrun a man, and can equal the speed of a fast horse, but they lose their wind at the end of about half a mile. They have little endurance, and nre remarkably weak In lung power. A letter from Parts announces that an Ingenious Frenchman has ’’invented an artificial rubber oyster which can not he told from the genuine.” This ought to be a great thing 7or the church fair Industry. H, I say, do yon kuowwho that is?” asked one Eton 'boy, nudging an other in the ribs. Both started with undisguised inter- est at a splendid- looking giant of a man, fine of feature under a coat of brouze, broad-shouldered, with every one of his six feet and three inches of height proclaiming the soldier. By his side walked two boys of thirteen or fourteen.' “No. Who is it?” asked the second Etonian. “He’s almost as tall as ‘tizzy.’ ” “It’s Colonel Hope, I’m sure of it. Know him from the photographs,” whispered the first. “Suppose he’s come to show those chaps his old hunting ground. They can’t be his sons, for he isn’t married, so far as I ever heard. Only think! he got the V. C. when he was a major of thirty. Know all about him? I should say I did, and so ought you. Ever since I was so high he’s been one of my heroes. I read the other day he was hack in England. Wonder how it seems, after fifteen years of good hard fighting in India and Afghanistan and Chitral?” The two Etonian youths looked very much as though they would have liked to go up and shake hands with the famous soldier, but instead they passed wistfully on, unnoticed by their hero. It was a June day, of blue and green and gold, with a scent of new-mown hay and sweet Ariar in the air. Colonel Hope walked I thoughtfully with his two uephews |n the famous Playing’ Fields of Eton. The boys w«jre about to enter the old school he h|ved, and as he trod the that, when he had said farewell to Eton, she did not go out of his life. Hhe was his boyish ideal of loveli ness, and, though in the beginning he had not dared dream that she might be anything to him save a distant star to worship her manner afterwards led him tc hope. How the look in her eyes came back to him to-day—the soft pressure of her hand for good-bye—the thousand and one sweet nothings that had made a fool of him! He knew that Raeburn’s parents and hers wished for a match between the two young people, but he knew, too (or fancied he knew), that no engagement existed. He had had no reason to be lieve that careless, sport loving Rae burn thought of Ethel Stuart save as a cousin; and Ethel did her best, with out words, but with smiles and long- lashed, starry glances, to beguile the boy into dreaming she thought some times of him. One day, at a garden party at Rae burn’s, just before Hope was to join his regiment, he lost his head, and told Ethel that he loved her. She arched her eyebrows, and was sur prised. Oh, no; she had never guessed that he had cared for her in that way. He must forget. Then she held out her hand and, and he took it dazedly and rushed away with his head down, hardly conscious of what he was doing. He had been too proud to leave at once; and a little later, as he wan dered miserably alone in a thick shrub bery, he came upon Raeburn and Ethel, his arm around her slim waist, her fair, curly head nestling against his shoulder. “How could you suppose, you silly old dear, that I should ever care for a little boy like that?” she was his mind. H but aeons of 1 tween him au Here was t Walk, where. Ayer’ Is your hair dry, harsh, and brittle? Is It fading or turning gray? Is it falling out ? Does dandruff trouble you ? For any or all of these conditions there is an infallible remedy in Ayer’s flair Vigor. those dead days, leafy shades of Poets’ a Sixth Form boy, he had been privileged to take tea while the youngster) were in school; a little further on wai the ancient red-brick wall, mellow with time, which had witnessed the struggles of generations in that barbi ,rous game of football played nowhe •« save at Eton. How the fac is of boys came back in to his recol lection like forgotten dreams. Wit i a half smile he mechan ically rnbben an ear! (which had once been injured in a football scrim mage), as he explained to his awed young listeners the science of forcing the ball along the wall, with terrific scrubbings of body and face against the rough surface of the brick; and on an aucieut elm he pointed out the chalk marking indicating a goal— “calx,” in the slang of Eton. From the cricket ground the three strolled over toward the river, where the foaming stream boiled swiftly down from the weir above. A stray dog came barking and fawning to the two boys, inviting them to throw a stick into the water for him, and Colonel Hope paced in abstraction up and down beneath the immemorial elms. Never once since he left Eton to study for the -army had he revisited the old school; and now, out of the surging crowd of memories two faces shone clear and bright—Henry Rae burn’s and Ethel Stuart’s. Raeburn had been the friend, the idol, of his early youth, five year older than he, and a big boy at Eton when he was a little one. Hope had fagged for Raeburn, who had received the humble adoration of the younger lad with an air of amused patronage, which had, however, speed ily turned into affection. So it was that a warm and genuine friendship sprang into being, and the two boys were constantly together. It was Rae burn who first taught Hope to handle au oar; it was Hope who saved Rae burn’s life w hen they were upset from a punt in the swollen river, and Rae burn was entangled in the ropy weeds. When Raeburn left Eton Hope be came a constant visitor at his father’s house; and wheh it was Hope's turn to leave school and begin his studies for the army there came no change in to their old friendship until--The Woman appeared upon the scene. How well Hope remembered now the first day he had seen Ethel Stuart —one Fourth of July at Eton! Only a young girl, scarcely older than he, but already a radiant and bewitching beauty, with all the piquant charm of a matured coquette. She was a dis- mam »». ^ thejbou, ftpiir was only thirty-eight, 1 ’ ——’ ’ seemed to stretch be- . _ . Raeburn, the friend he had so loved. The laugh had been cruel, he thought —detestable in both. He strode away, vowing he would never see either of them again, and he had kept his vow. In India he had read of Raeburn’s marriage with Edith Stuart. Later he had chanced upon the news of the birth of a daughter, again of a son; and after some years of the mother’s death. But Hope had never answered the letter that followed him on that mad day of his departure, and no other had ever been sent. Raeburn had become a distinguished judge and was happy enough, no doubt, in his success and his children. As for Wil frid, Ethel Stuart had been his last, as she was his first, love; and for years now he had regarded himself as a con firmed bachelor. hi* self-absorption. Up and down his gaze went, over the panels, meeting many a name of school contemporary since grown famous in the world of thought or action. At length he reached his own year; but a large heavy frame, containing a map in relief of ancient Italy, hung on the spot, concealing everything be neath it. Reaching out a pair of strong hands Hope lifted down the weighty obstruction, and, as he did so, his own name seemed to start out to meet his eyes. Suddenly a girlish voice sounded its music over his shoulder, thrilling him as he had not thought to bo thrilled by a woman’s voice again. A deli cate, indefinable perfume, like that of flowers in the dew of evening, float ed on the air, and he was conscious of a crisp, silktn rustle of feminine draperies. A shadow hand from the past seemed laid with a mighty hold upon him, and he stood still and rigid, waiting for the voice to speak again. “Oh, father, do look at this!” it came once more, in the unforgotteu, softly-modulated accents, young and sweet, as those that had first made a boy turn and gaze at Ethel Stuart, one summer day, long years ago. “Here’s the name of your wonderful Colonel Hope. Isn’t it interesting, now that he’s grown so famous? You’ll dearly like to look at it, I know. I would give almost anything to see him.” A man’s step answered the words, and Wilfrid Hope felt a strange tremb ling shake him from head to foot, such as he had never known in battle. It was like a spell cast upon him from the past. If he could, he would have got out of the room, rather than turn—only to break the charm, perhaps, and to face the ordeal of 'a meeting. The blood beat in his ears, as though he had been eighteen instead of thirty-eight; but—• it had come. Moving almost mechanically lj.6 wheeled round, as though in obedi ence to some unseen and supreme commander. In spite of. himself—in spite of the stern habit of self-control which the years had, he thought, made second nature—a slight exclamation broke from him. Before him stood a tall lily of a girl, the living, breathing image of the Ethel Stuart who ha*d cost him his best friend and all the light-hearted ness of hi» boyhood. It was Ethel, but Ethel with a different soul, look ing out through the clear wells of the beautiful young eyes! Fire leaped to his, and she flushed and paled again under the flame of it. Well did she know l^f ace! for she 1I:UT v Un.l avon her father had never safen a certain por trait she had cat from a magazine and looked at sometimes in the secrecy of a white girl’s room. An exclamation echoed the soldier’s, in the voice of a man, only deeper than Henry Raeburn the boy’s had been. “Wilfrid!” he said unsteadily. “Dear old chap, don’t you know me?” His hand went out, half hesitating, as if in doubt of its reception; but there was no hesitation iu the grasp that sprang to meet it. Like a man in a dream, who fears the dream may fade, Hope clasped the hand of Sir Henry Raeburn. At the touch of the warm, eager lingers all the old bitterness fell away, like a discarded mantle. The eyes of the two men mot and dwelt, and there was a stinging on the lips of each. A rushing tide of memory flowed back, of joyous schoolboy days, hopes and fears shared in common a thousand intimacies and helpfulnesses — the very day when Wilfrid’s name had been carved, with Henry looking on. After the first words neither spoke for a moment. But the heart of each was overfull. Time had done its heal ing work and it ueeded but such a chauce for the love that had slept, though never died, to wake. “To see her makes me young again,” Hope answered, still in the dream. “Oh, but you’re not old!” cried the girl; then blushed at her own words. She looked up shyly and something in her face brought a shock that was half-surprise, half-pleasure to her father. “If there should he a way of atone ment?” he thought. In the heart of the soldier there was a tumult. “Can I be such a fool!” he rebuked himself. “Is all the old misery to be lived through again?” But the girl asked no question in her mind. She only knew that her hero had come, and that she must ac cept her fate. “Perhaps he will hate me,” she thought for ouce, in a moment of con fidence, she had heard something of the old story from her father. “Per- hads he will go away.” But he did not go. All the rest of that day they spent together. And this year “Aunt Ethel!” sent a box to Eton for two adoring nephews, with a note reminding them to look some times at a certain loved and famous name upon the wall.—Boston Traveler. With a sigh and a start Colonel Hope woke suddenly from his reverie. The laughing voices of his uephews came to him from the river bank, and,stroll ing down, hejcalled to them. “Come on, boys,” he said. “There’s still much for yon to see.” And he led the way toward the school build ing. With some little difficulty ho dis covered the house where he "had lived in his Eton days, and ascended the steep spiral staffs of stone to find his old rooms. But all was changed with- iu, for the place had been remodelled and it brought a certain relief to get away to the famous Elton Chapel, matched only by grace by that of King’s College at Cambridge. On they went throagh the schools, the soldier pointing out the names of the famous men carved on the walls, and the rostrums from which the boys made their public orations. Thus it w as that they came at last to the celebrated little class room where the head-master presides over the Sixth Form, and where the walls of panelled oak were completedly cov ered with the names of past pupils once cut by the boys themselves, now done by the head-master’s servant, who immortalizes the youth of Eton in oak for a moderate fee. “Where’s your name, Uncle Wil frid?” asked the elder nephew. But it hardly ueeded that question to set the soldier half wistfully searching for the well remembered name among the hundreds that had gone before or come after. It was a Saturday afternoon and Orient Chant;, several parties of visitors, including A regularly organized system of re- some smartly dressed girls, were he- lieving poverty has been in vogue in ing shown round the schools. Bright China for more than 2000 years. It is eyes rested admiringly on the face and said that an organized system of char- figure of the big, handsome officer, but) ity prevailed among the Egyptians i tant cousin of Raeburn and so it was | they did not penetrate the armor of j 25C0 years B.