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\ t $ l' I Is > S THURSDAY, MAY 1S27 'SsV• ■ THE CLINTON CHRONICLE, CUNTON, S. C. ?X536j!^ ' ’ • — ——- .. ■v. ■ ' * ^NOKTH '^Harold Mac Grath Illustrated by Henry Jay- A. W Karoli Mac Gra*K - RjeUaeed tKru Auiocaa Copyright "by Autoc«st«r Service ! DuMond Concert Company Health Thtafi You Should Know br John JcsepK Caines, V.. O. MISLEADING The day is gone when such terms as “stomach trouble,” ‘‘liver troubles,” “female complaint,” “heart disease” to Present Stephen tfoster’* Jeanne Beaufort, beautiful daughter lives Uffis night!” whispered a voice in; gan declared. “You would hot send and suc h like, convey intelligent mean- of a Virginia planter, has lost her,Irony’s ears. But as he turned, the me t% the front unhappy!” tin*- and yet, many*people, when told rSvil ' cMMitror- HiutTirtAnrori I “\\ h»»rp is vr.nr riunm^nt k— _i I 1- father and two brothers in the Civil war. (The year 1864.) She swears to Mrs. Wetmore, her aunt, that she will carry out the Biblical injunction for vengeance—‘‘an eye for an eye!” While at Richmond she meets Henry Morgan, a debonaire young officer. speaker disappeared. Up in the loft the girl struggled and strained fut^ely. Beaten; dishonored, humiliated! It was intolerable. It all some hellish nightmare; it could not possibly be fact, reality. And yet, that dreaded man. Parson Ken- jby the quack that they have liver who falls in love with her. She repels nedy—he had been real enough, his advances. She is engaged as a spy | A marriage certificate, crudely done for the Confederate government and but none the less genuine! stared at Where is ycur regiment? He smiled but did not answer. A trouble, or “dropsy,” or “neuralgia,” young men in civilian dress approach- are apparently satisfied with the diag ed. He bowed ceremoniously to Mor- nosis. Such statements mean nothing gan. Then he bowed to Jeanne—it more than-to unskillfully point to the was almost a salaam. (location of an unknown pathological “Miss Beaufort, Major Morgan condition. It is quite likely that the promised to present me. I beg to re- imposter and ignoramus who “pro- call the fact to his mind. * nounces it colon trouble” knows abso- Jeanne looked inquiringly at Mor- lutely nothing of the real condition m urged to use all the wiles and power I the varied scrawls. God in heaven, gan. She saw his body stiffen ever so which he pretends to treat, k..-Mu, Pavum married! To what, to whom ? She snd-! sliffhtlv. L_ . of her sex to find one Parson and bring him within the Southern lines. ”* ' • It is planned to have her make head quarters with a family of southern sympathy .in/ Washmgton. Jeanne learns telegraphy and other technical To what, to whom ? She sud- j slightly. f Even intelligent newspapers today denly became limp, swayed, and sank j “I beg your pardon,” said Morgan, report that certain citixens died of face downward upon the table—where “Miss Beaufort—” But the band start- “heart trouble” or “heart disease!” ed up, and the rest of the introduction * And this, when there are, roughly was unintelligible. Jeanne never learn-; speaking, over two doxen easily recog- ed the stranger’s name until long af- nixed diseases of the heart and its ap- her belated found her. Madam Who? troopers in butternut "Btephen foster," a unique musical play based upon the life of one of America’s greatest composers, will be an outstanding attraction of the coming Redpath Chautauqua. It will be presented here by the DuMond Concert Company, a musical organisation well known for its artistic and spirited performances. Stephen Foster, the composer, stands a compelling figure In the musical world. Possessed of an Incomparable sense of melody, during a brief lifetime of thirty-eight years he composed some 170 songs, among them such gems as “Old Black Joe,” “Suwanee River” and "My Old Kentucky Home.” He was primarily a bard of the people, for his simple, beautiful songs touched the Cupular heart. The play “Stephen Foster” takes place In one of the mhst romantic periods of American history, those picturesque days ‘‘befo’ de war” when the # . _ spirit of the Old South was In flower. In this atmosphere of mellow charm Her troopers had come to arrest a out of which Morgan at that moment gan, curable or incurable. Neuralgia! 1® presented a vivid picture of the young composer while on ^ visit to Ms When Jeanne Beaufort started out terward. pendages! branches of her new calling. And clad on her self-imposed mission that night,' Morgan took himself off. The j ft is against ignorance and cupidity she had been something of an adven- ’ stranger stood at her side and chatted that the honest physician struggles, torous girl! She left that loft wholly a pleasantly. He was rather original; often too vainly. In yeers a pone [ woman—broken, bewildered and terri->nd certainly he was comely. In the.•dropsy” was said to be an incurable’ tied, it is true, but a woman, her brain middle of a sentence he bowed abrupt- disease. Now we know it is only a seething with unimaginable reprisals.! Ij and walked quickly toward the door symptom of disease of some other or- U J j*am**~» 4^. ■ A a * r n- k*«a n _ - ± 4 1.... a — — — - . m • . as a bo^, often in the Blue of the North, she makes her way through the lines. She learns of an organisation of eleven Union spies and of their meeting place in a Richmond loft. As she overhears the leaders address the masked men seated about a table, band of conspirators; instead they j vanished- Jeanne looked after the is not a diseas? at all—it is literally Jeanne is discovered and dragged into loosed a tigress who reviled them and stranger less chagrined than astonish- pain in a nerve, and may be due to a the room. The leader unmasks as he taunted them for their slowness. ed. - number of causes; and upon the re threatens her with death, but is dis- Each and every one of those eleven J “Well!" she murmured. “The next a,ovability of the cause, depends the suaded from shooting her by the sug- men should pay;and more than his time I see Mr. What’s-his-name I’ll cure of the disease, gestion from one of the meh that one comrades, the man she had naflied srub him unmercifully” - i How the quacks love to print the of their number marry her. She con- Irony. | At midnight while Jeanne was at cure of Mrs. Jinks’ “female trouble!”! sents and when one of the masked meh j Parson Kennedy had had the hardi-, supper, a man in a half mask entered They even furnish her newspaper por- volunteers to *marry she refuses and hood to disclose his saturnine face to. the garden of her home. He appeared trait, so eager are they to aid in suf- claims her right to choose. mother in his old boyhood home. The play abounds In humor and action, and running through the motif like silver threads are famous Foster songs exquisitely rendered. CHAPTER HI .MYSTERY VISITOR * ~ The speaker paused and then went on solemnly: “But this I promise you, on the word her. She could watch him in Washing-’to be familiar with his ground, for he fering humanity. It is amaxing that, < ► ton, move against him in direct and went directly to the ladder hanging some people are so unsophisticated 4 4 open warfare. [against the board fence, raised it to that they read and believe such stuff!' None of them would recognixe her, the window, climbed up and disappear- The afflicted female probably needed again; of this she was assured. j ed inside her bedroom. only a stout purge—even if such a per- Within three weeks’, time Jeanne; A man who had followed him press- senage ever existed; and if she did, able to pick up her natural role. jed closely against the fence and wait- she was probably well paid in cash for r _ She was always meeting Morgan, ed. the “testimonial.” of Parson John Kennedy, that no man and he was always sighing for seme j Tn? man in the half-mask calmly! —— shall fellow you—no man shall touch favor, always metaphorically at her proceeded to open Jeanne’s trunk ! FOR SALE jfeet. One day she liked him; another There were several suits of male at- 1 used Cole Cotton Planter $ 7.50 6.50 you." Parson John Kennedy! T he man for *she disliked him. Hire, one in blue, one m butternut and j farm forge whom they had laid and sprung a I Perhaps this was accountable to the: three in no-descript. He. shrugged. , Grwnp Rr . n - ril , tnr -...u thousand futile traps. Who had beat-J fact that she knew there was a strong Next he opened the Florentine box. ha i Mnct . whee , nv st _ nd ‘ en them at every turn! And this for- and vital man deep down under all his The thing he sought, however, he did midable man was playing into her'foppery. [not find. He found a blank slip of, 1 No - 8 . ollver Typewriter hands! J “But I do not love you, and I have. paper and drew something upon it. He wu ' case » ,n food condition .... 2o.00 • no intention of loving you,” she pro-.tucked it into the side.of the dressing- 1 10.00 said Irony, for. used Roll Top Oak Desk and “Now, then, choose, omu uuuj, . — — — —o ^~— *— •——— — — - — i so the girl had mentally named her!tested. mirror, blew out his candle and stole Swivel Chair 25.00 tormentor. (Would she ever be able to' “Well, since you intend not to love away. 5 used Counters, from 12 to 22 recognixe his voice in case he did get! me, I see hope. Come, Jeanne Beau-; The other man followed him cau-! feet long $1.00 per foot away ?) “I can certify that we are fort, let us understand each other.” tiously. - 1 used 3-horsepower Johnson all unmarried young and brave.” | “I understand myself perfectly,”j Suddenly the shadower ran forward' motor .... — .... .... 25.00 1.50 io 1 ?) “I can certify that we are fort, let us understand each other.” tiously. - nmarried, young and brave.” | “I understand myself perfectly.”: Suddenly the shadower She did not look toward the man she countered. ' | on his toes. The other heard him, but 1 Pea Dropper who had offered to sacrifice his liber- j “You laugh, joke, dance, play—and was not quick enough. They fought 1 New Perfection Oil Stove, ty to save her life. She looked at all the while that brilliant mind of silently, but the advantage lay with slightly used, four burners .... 25.00 Irony. “I will * yours is scheming, scheming.” she said,! “In mercy’s name for what?’ the assailant. With a grip of iron he 1 used cooking stove 10.00, < ►. held the other’s arms against his back. 1 used General Electric 9-imh oscillating fan 8.75 many you, sir, one o«uu,. “and you shall share the misery you! “The Cause!” His face grew seri- reached over and snatched a paper thrust so wantonly upon me.” |ous. from the inner pocket—neatly, as if | “I see that I am hoist on my own; So did hers. “What do you mean that paper would be there.! petard.” He had the courage to laugh, by that?” She felt vaguely alarmed. The** he flung his victim roughly: And few of them realized what fine-’Did he know? against the wall of the house and took grained courage it was. He was sav-| mean what you are I ata; 10 hls h * els - ing this girl’s life at the exepnse of ^ j 5earch f or D^th even as you' w hen at length he stopped, it was RARV his future; for nothing except an in- do . tikat is breath to us both, onder a street lamp. He straigtened ** . U ^ _ 1V ° human jest like this would have swerv- T .. enem y i n the back, that is out the purloined sheet, read it, tore it Special prices after April 20th ed Parson Kennedy. “So be it. Miss.1^^ and mine To soldier I i® 1 ® “ttic pic res and dropped them, LEGHORNS: about to become Maiam Who--I have who into the enemy » 8 hands—to into the gutter. i t ^ J. A. BAILEY Clinton, S. C. Strong Purebred not even asked you to wipe the grime from your face so that I might recog nize you in the future. I am satis fied.” Half an hour! she thought. • Doubtless no stranger marriage cer emony ever took place than that which joined Jeanne Beaufort to this mad hantcrer, unknown to her either by face or name. When it was done, Par- , | 25 him the honors of war! But to you; He looked at his watch; he hai one go .->- aid me—short shrift, as they say. We hour. 1 r '~ 1 *— shall be in Washington together short ly; and from time to time I shall be ‘Older your orders. Nbt a word; your said her son Kennedy offered the quill to the girl. She hesitated for a moment,; ^You shall break hearts, straining her ears. Forty minutes, aunLj reflectively. forty minutes—they were on the way > „ . * « r j t ^ » to her. She wrote “Mary Smith" on' \ Ml *- the hastily drawn-up certifkatos. Sh f sl,pp<,d ° ff ,, the Kown '! 1 w jr f “You^e a strange girl. If you were ! In that time he must find two horses and ride ten miles. “Ah, my friend. F was right,” he said to himself. “I don’t know what aunt is approaching. I shall see you : yoa were doing in that house or whose at the ball tonight. 1 expect to join _ house it is; but 1 had an idea thst vou my regiment tomorrow. Good day!” ; carried the life of my comrade in your She felt her aunt’s arm steal around coat.” her. “Your ball-dress has come. Bet- ( (Continued Next Week.) ter try it on and see if it is all right.”! $3~50 100'« 500 $52.50 —L- 500 $60.00 Irony seized the pen from her trem- t , , ,. . ;f , i „. * —^ vvu«.»% »v« * iu,•- i—cnv, xtsv* bling fingers and signed “John Jones.” no . , . . da Street pupils was held Mondav af- f u „ff 1 _ 7fw» Then h, stepped tack-just in time. ^ “ 1 *>• 1 should s “- v had no tenwon. TbVenuies were ^presented '*« 4W <-< l-Q Ut * bottle 75C, 50 100 $6.00 $11.00 R. I. REDS 50 100 $6.50 $12.50 live delivery guaranteed. Order direct.^ Clinton Hatchery Clinton, S. C. - ROYAL PURPLE GRAPE JUICE The Story-Telling contest for Flori- 4-oz. bottle 15c, 1-pt. bot- Spring Cleaning Time! Go through your wardrobe and get out the old last spring garments and have them CLEANED—you’ll save money and still have attractive clothes to wear. We handle the most delicate fabrics and return them in first class condition. WE CALL FOR AND DEUVER “If it’s cleaned the “Buck” way— it’s clean.” Buchanan’s u Kleaners Who Klean” Phone No. 28 | Winners Named In Story Contest heart- Her hand had flown to the curtain of j r> u , *. , , “Some time I wonder. Perhaps I is ma. • . ‘should have been a boy; they don’t “Not quite, he laughed. Mary have to have hearts.” Smith is not your real name; no more? “There are times, however, when 1 is Jones mine. But you will write your belie'.e you are a boy.” real name here when you are alone, j ^ re m ar k ” Jeanne de- You have told us that you believe in c j ared> turning quickly. oaths. I’ll add my real name among j “Auntie^ those who witness -the transaction. -You have made trips to Washing- - , . , - , . . , i » The jodge^ awar<ieo fust place m .ton. lour secret is not yours. I un- , ..... .. , .1 j . . , ithe contest to Kitty Davis, second deR^nd. But take cere. I ta» »r- ^ tad, you .re paying with den- lhinl ^ ^ Ka . h . nne The I - , , , .i prize for the winner is offered by the alone now; so—by-by until supper. , MotWr _. clllh 1 Jeanne sat down on the bed. For a' ‘ nr. * , j k v* rk i - . - . . , ! The stones were read by Mrs. D. J. ye?” of “d”” sh ' «">»'”«» Wcotk. The judges were Mrs. W. W chest, end upon the left forearm shot So^Henry Morgan was a spy and ^ r ^ : saw a bit of tatooing, a blue circle,had learned in some manner that she; Find^t if you can!” John Kennedy, D. D. C.WG-L H-RD-M A-NK-S P-PA-G G-RD-A J-NK-F J-WG-A F-BN-S F-WG-S W-BE-H He folded his bare^arms across his by the -following contestants: Mary * gal. bottle $1.25. Louise Bailey, first grade; Mary Jane K Prn a in thxz < Sturgeon, second grade; Katharine' xV€Cp H DOllie III Ill£ < Graham, third grade; Irene Dillard. refrigerator. fourth grade; Kitty Da\is and CKms C A TYT IPT? fllVTP'MC! Gaskill. fih» grace; R. H. Cobb and- OAULitiK-li>Vb Darrell Franks, sixth trade; Emmie; PHARMACY Adai* and Ernestine Chaney, seraathj AT UNION STATION I iPhones 377 * 400 Phones 377 & 4(K>, I raise that gerous weapons. with a curious device in the center. r was one also. The glance was sufficient to print it| And the keen, logical mind of her ; QViaflv flmvi* LYrknrkt* indelibly in her mind. |aunt was no longer to be ignored. If 1 . — — _ Fifty minutes! Dear God, why did they two had found out her secret. 1 aUpilS AfC NamCO they not come? lothars might. Henceforth she must! “All over!” said Parson Kennedy, 1 step with the utmost caution. She; First grade: Leo Spencer, Evelyn putting on his mask. He pulled oat was strong because she was unknown. Nabors, Vivian Nabors, Ruby Kiuttx. the drawer and tossed upon the tabfc Married! She laughed; it was ai Second grode: Clara Waitts. some stout twine. “Bind her. Bene- queer little sound. Third grade: Luci'te Johnson, R&y- dict, and tie a handkerchief over her» How she had poured over that doc- moed Henderson, mouth. Then set her in my chair.” i ument! Yaialy had she striven to make j i A new is ^ V. ■ Everywhere in /^enca, today, fox! buying hrbits are chypjmg Wotren are ?! andoning the ‘‘shipping'' habit- For '»! tliCtr food naeJa, they t^re fum- 10 A6.P Eech haj discc'crcd that btrtt^r qualify ard greater values are rarely found elsewhere. * 24 Ih RAG 95c A & P FLOUR Family or Self Rising 48 lb BAG $1.85 98 lb BAG $3.60 CHEESE SS SS LB. , 30c PEACHES SterJd" S: 23c Now Redpath Chautauqua Coats and hats were picked up in sense of those broken words. Fifth grade: Ethel Spencer. Sixth grade: Annie Henderson. furious haste, papers stuffed into t She must go to the hail that night,! Ninth grade: Harold Johnson. Sa- pockcts; and then, like so many fall- dance, laugh and chatter. | ra Bonds. * ing rockets, they leaped down the rick ety stairs', close-pressed and jostling. “Curse you, you have wrecked three ’You are as beautiful “Now, Major, if you please!” [SI CSCBIBE TO THE. CHRONICLE “But tins night U my last,” Mor-1 * $i.3® A YEAS The 100% ‘Program BIG DAYS 7 «* / Chautauqua Week Here i May 5-12 PEAS SULTANA No 2 Kanvy Sifted Can 15c Cornflakes 2 pkgs 15c PEACHES S LB. . 15c MUSTARD Prepared JAR 10c Tomatoes 3 ell . . 25c Theanectar °S Tea Se. 37c irat Atlantic & Pacific IT Clinton, S. C.