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NEVER LOVED BEFORE i Story of Man's Love and WomI an's Constancy?He Soon Forgets?She, Never. BY PHILIPPA GRAY. Everybody in the hotel smiled at the little bride. She was bo obviously In love with her husband, and he with her. But somehow It seems more interesting when It Is the bride who hows the chief devotion. Everybody expects it of him. And women are pnore adept at hiding their feelings. So everybody was really sorry for fee bride when the bridegroom was called back to the city on a most lm.portant business matter which meant the transference of several thousands of dollars. There was no alternative, however, and so she bore up bravely end was quite chatty and communicative with the other guests. And out of her own heart, overflowing with sympathy, she gave a bounteous store to the lonely girl who knitted on the piazza. She wondered why euch a nice girl had never married. One day, in a moment of confidence, the lonely girl told her. "You see, my dear," she said, "when once you have really been in love you cannot ever love again in the same way. I gave my heart long ago?five years ago, my dear. It was stolen, I should say, because?" She hesitated "I never learned his name," she whispered. "You never learned his name?" questioned the little bride. "I suppose that sounds dreadful," the other admitted. "And yet I had ? T woa tu-ont v. never luteu uciwit?i v> v..^ three and I had never had a beau. I had never let a man kiss me?until then. "I was living on Staten island and crossed on the ferry to Manhattan every morning to my place of business. He lived there too. I used to ?S| "You Never Leaned His Name?" eee bim on the boat The look in bis eyes used to be a delight to me; he was so youthful in spirit, so happy, 60 buoyant, 60 different from that crowd of commonplace city men. I knew he wanted to speak to me. But he was a gentleman and I knew he never would unless we found a mutual friend to introduce ue. And I did not * LI - T 1 4 + "\vaut I1I1I1 IU, I Mic? ouuicuun mat, 11. would break the spell if he should do BO. "I think we must have known each other in thia way for three months, although we never exchanged a word, or bowed. And then?do you remember the ferry ramming the steamship in the fall of 1908?" "Yes," said the little bride breathle86ly. "We were almost side by side when the shock came. The ferryboat turned on her side and a dozen of us were flung into the water. I could not swim. I was struggling wildly, battling with death when I felt his arm round me and heard his voice in my ear. "Keep cool," be said quietly. "There Is no danger. In a few momenta the boat will reach us." "When he said that my terror left me. I Just lay still and let him support me above the water. I think those ? ? -a A, _a Wi. were me nappiesi momeaui ui in? me. And when at last we were picked up and put safely aboard and given warm clothee and hot drinks in the saloon cabin, a sudden fear fell on my spirit I knew that, since he had spoken, I should never see that look in his eyes again. "Just before we stepped ashore he came up to me. He looked at me in* quiringly. He said nothing; there was nothing for either of us to say. He took me in bis arms and kissed me. men ue sputie. x am guiu? ?coi today.' he Baid. 'Tell me your name. "When I come back I shall come to see you. IX be ifia^ths or six years. But,! shall always claim you. |! I shall never let you go out of my life.'" "And?" questioned the little bride. "That Is all, my dear." The lonely girl had arrived the day before the bridegroom was called back to the city. She was a bird of pass- 1 age: she was due to return on the day that the bridegroom returned. The bridegroom actually arrived at the hotel Just as the lonely girl stood in the office, her baggage beside her, waiting for her carriage. The bridegroom walked in and the lonely girl turned and looked him full in the face. The little bride saw the look on her face, but she was too much absorbed in the bridegroom to think much of the lonely gM. She was engaged Just then In putting a muffler about the bridegroom's shoulders, so that he should not catch cold. The lonely girl sat down In a chair and leaned her head back against the wall, her face the color of chalk. The bridegroom had gone out of the office and the littie bride hurried to the girl in the chair. "You feel ill?" she asked. "Can I get you some water? Wont you lie down?" "No," answered the girl, rising with an effort "It was the heat I think." The little bride had thought that It was very cold. She did not eay anything, however, but helped the lonely girl Into the carriage and waved her good-by. The lonely girl, lying back against the cushons, sobbed wildly. Yet, though her grief overwhelmed her, In her heart was a song of gladness because she had not let the little bride know. Thank God that she would go through life ignorant of that! She had recognized him as soon as he entered the office. He was unchanged; there was the eame joyous look In his eyes; the same spirit of youth stirred In his heart. Even in her pain she would not have missed that period of happiness and those years of waiting. Meanwhile the little bride had sought and found her husband and taken him to the cozy seat on the stoop which everybody had agreed to leave unueed for the sake of the little bride. "Arthur, dearest," said the little bride, "I want to say somethingsomething awful. Do you remember a confession you made to me the day before we were married about?about kissing a girl once after a ferry accident?" ?. . "I don't want to rememt^"^^?e past transgressions," growled the bridegroom, kissing the little bride. "But why did you do it, Arthur?" persisted the little bride. "Why, I told you, my dear," answered the bridegroom, huffily. "I felt sorry for her and?well, she looked as If she wanted someone to kiss her. That's all. What harm did It do?" "You hadn't ever seen her before, Arthur?" persisted the little bride. "Not so far as I am aware, my dear," her husband answered. "Go on; don't spare my feelings." "You've not seen her again, have you, Arthur?" The bridegroom took the little bride in his arms. "My dear," he said, "I never saw her before and I've never seen her since. To my belief, I shouldn't know .her from Eve. Why?" "O, nothing," answered the little bride happily. (Copyright, 1S13, by TV. G. Chapman.) Horrid Man. "Pa," said little Johnny, "do ail roses have thorns?" "Yes, my lad," patronizingly answers father. "I don't see any thorns on these roses in ma's new hat," continued Johnny. "You would if you had to pay for the hat!" sadly sighs daddy. United States' War With France. tKio nnnn. 'l'liere Wtttt tt wai uwtwccu IUIO VA/Uir try and France soon after the adoption of the Constitution, caused by French depredations upon our commerce. For three years, from 1798 to moo. there was practically a state of war between the two countries, although war was never officially declared by either side. The United States government sent several warships out on the ocean, between which and the French war vessels there were several pitched battles, notably that between the Constellation and the Insnrgente, In which the American ship won a "famous victory." The French "spoliation" difficulties were Snnlly settled by the treaty of Decem^?r. 1801. and the war same to an nd. Caught a Bad Cold. "Last winter my son caught a bad cold and the way he coughed was sometning dreaarui," writes Mrs. Mrs. arah E. D.incan, of Tipton, Iowa. "We thought sure h- was going into consumption. We bought just ene bottle of Chamberlain's Cough Remedy and that one bottle stopped his cough and cured his cold completely." For sale all dealers. Advertisement. WAS A "DARK HORSE" By BELLE MANIATE8. "Thornton. I wont take "no* for an answer this time. Ton can stay over a couple of weeks now Just as well as not There is a good golf links, boating, and I have three pretty daughters, and?" "I certainly cant refuse such alluring Inducements," laughted Thornton, "and I trust, Mr. Darnley, I wont be trespassing too much on your hospitality and the good nature of your houshold by accepting an Impromptu invitation." The household is an unconventional one, and delights in opening doors wide when a friend knocks," replied the elder man, taking down the telephone. "Hello! This yon, Madge? Mr. Thornton Is In town?you have often heard me speak of him. I have persuaded him to remain over and pay us a visit. Yes, he'll come home with me tonight" After the transaction of some business which had brought Roger Thornton, the son of an old college friend of Mr. Darnley's, to the city, they took a suburban train to the latte^s country homa "The house looks rather forbidding," observed Mr. Darnley, as they came up the graveled road, "but the girls detest lights in summer. I presume they are back in the garden. Sit down here on the porch and I will gather them up. , Rogers heard a light footfall behind him. Then two soft arms encircled his neck, a velvety cheek was laid against his own. and a beautiful voice murmured tenderly: "What made you so late, dear?" Roger sat like a man dazed, stunned by the touch of lips and cheek. After a throbbing silence he half whispered: "I beg your pardon!" There was a horrified exclamation, a swift withdrawal of arms, and the sound of vanishing skirts. In a distant part of the house he heard echoes of mirthful laughter. Presently Darnley came out of the house. "After prowling all over the grounds, I found the girls in the dining-room preparing a chafing dish i??cl?>on for ? Pnm? in and meet them." In the dining-room Roger was pre sented to the three girls. In vain he looked Into the roguish faces seeking some tell-tale token. But not a sign of confusion or enlightenment did he receive. "I must tell you a good joke, Thornton," laughed Darnley. "The girls supposed it was your father I was to bring home with me!" "Indeed! And was I also supposed to be my father when I sat out on the porch Just now?" he asked, meaningly. There was a trio of laughing voices and knowing glances. "No. You were thought to be me," explained Darnley. "See if you can guess which one made the embarrassing error." "There is but one way in which I can decide that matter," replied Roger, gravely. "How?" demanded the trio. "I must close my eyes, and each one of you can in turn come up behind ho and reneat the error! Then, I might decldo." This was positively and laughingly declined. After a merry evening, Roger retired, unable to decide which of these beautiful young women he thought the most charming. The next day and evening found him still undecided, and also In the dark as to who had bestowed upon bim the fleeting embrace. On the third evening of his visit, Marie Loveridge, a niece of Mr. Darnley's, arrived to pay a visit. She was a type altogether different from her light-hearted laughter-loving cousins. By one or two skillful moves, Roger drew her apart from the gay crowd and sought a secluded retreat in the rose garden. "Do you know," he said, suddenly, "T ho/1 n otmncn pxnerlence the first night of my arrival here." "That vu before I came," reminded Marie. "Mr. Darnley left me on the porch while he went In search of his family, and while I waited there alone In the darkness, I felt two soft arms about my neck, a cheek laid against mine, and a light kiss, and the most beautiful voice I ever heard say: 'What made you bo late, dear?' When I spoke, she fled. Marie, from the first moment I saw you, I knew it must have been you who came to me there In the darkness and taught me 1a.? Kal" HUQV IUTU Uilguv (A. ? I "But," she said, her voice trembling, "you know I did not come until two days later." "I know._ But till it_w%t you^-in a ??????? * I dream, perhaps, but, Marie, will you not make the dream come true? Can you not love me?" With a little, glad laugh, she turned to him, and he held her In his arm a. "Roger," she said, presently, "I came a day before your arrival, and stole out that night, thinking to meet Uncle Will usd reproach him for being so late. When I found my mistake, I ran lg and told the glria, and begged them V> keep my secret They were lovely not to betray me, but every time I wao alone with you, I was conscious or what I had done?" "So waa I. Marie." he replied. SEA BATHING IN THE TROPICS Water Becomes Heated to a Remark* able Degree and a Plunge la the Height of Luxury. Those who live in temperate and cold climates do not realize the effect of the sun's direct heat on the sea. The luxury of bathing in an ocean that hae a temperature of 108 degrees, writes Mr. E. J. Banfleld in "My Tropic Isle," is not for the multitude who crowd the cities that the sun touches tremulously and aslant. On November 21, 1909, we bathed at j Moo>Jee, north Queensland, in shallow water, on the edge of an area of dej nuded coral reef fully two miles long ! by a mile broad. For three hours a ! considerable portion of the reef had been exposed to the glare of the sun, and the incoming tide filched the i stored-up heat from coral and stones | and sand. The first plunge provoked an excla| matlon of amazement, for the water ! was several degrees hotter than the i air, and it was the hottest hour?three I o'clock in the afternoon?of a very hot day. No thermometer was at hand to register the actual temperature of the water, but subsequent tests at the same spot under sirailiar conditions proved that the surface stratum of about one foot was at 108 degrees Fahrenheit, from four degrees to six degrees hotter than the air. Below that, the temperature of the water 1 seemed ordinary, and corresponded ! with that of the water a hundred : yards out from the shore. | On another day, January 10, 1910, | between noon and three o'clock in the I afternoon, the sea, scientifically testI ed, was heated to 90 degrees. With | the bulb buried in the sand six feet j from the water's edge, the mercury rose to 112 decrees very quicKiy, ana , remained stationary-?Youth's Companion. Lost Car Load of SHver Ore. In June, 1908, there was shipped from the Cobalt district a car contained 14 tons of ore, worth about $3,000 a ton. The ore was consigned to a smelter at Perth Amboy, and John Black, one of the Cobalt pioneers and the shipper of the ore, just j had to have money In a hurry to I carry on his operations. It was the I first lot of ore shipped from his mine, | and was dispatched in such haste that I pir. Black forgot to take down the I number of the car or to get a receipt j for his ore. Just what happened to ! that car Mr. Black has been trying to I find out ever since. The ore never reached its destination, and search | for nearly five years has failed to bring to light a single pound of the ore. Mr. Black doesn't need the monI ey now, but he never will overcome ' * * ... 4_ .L - |J i.tiM Ills curiosity as to me lueuuij ui persons nimble enough to make away with 14 tons of valuable silver ore, to say nothing of the whereabouts of the car itself.?Wall Street Journal. Good Idea. Serial stories can be taken out and bound. Any one who understands bookbinding can get really beautiful books in this way; but the woman ^bo does not understand this art can cover pieces of pasteboard a little larger than the magazine page with cloth, carefully folded over and pasted down on the wrong side about the | edges, the Inside of the cover ntade j neat by a square of cloth or paper I pasted over the edges of the covering I of the other side. Two of these cov ers, with half a dozen holes punched | half an inch from the back edges can I be fastened together over the story by means of silk cords run through neat corresponding holes in the pages of the story. Never Heard of Greet Financier. member of the Morgan family In New Tork has received a letter from an old lady of ninety living in the heart of New England and asking for some particulars about J. Plerpont Morgan. Mr. Junius Morgan?father of the late financier?she knew well and had often been In his house, but she can find nothing about the son. and would be grateful for particulars. The old lady says: "I take a semi weekly Hartford paper, a dollar ayear paper, but can not find anything about It Please tell me about It if you can. Did he ever marry any one? It la all such a mystery to me." And yet there are still those who pursue fame's fleeting phantom. .. LIST OF jrRORS Drawn to SerTe at the Fall Term of Court Which Convenes Sept 22. Court of General Sessions, fall term, will convene at Chesterfield on Mon. day, Sept 22. The following havo been drawn to serve as jurors: Court House Township. W. B. Oliver W. J. Pur via J. H. Brock J. C. Johnson R. W. Gaddy W. F. Turnage J. W. Hanna. Mt. Croghan Township. J. P. Allen S. F. Hanimons W. L. Gibson B. F. Graves W. F. Hough j W. T. Davidson. Old Store Township. G. C. Knight J. M. Taylor Geo. R. Knight M. L. Arant. Jefferson Township. E. W. Fletcher /*** W. F. Holley J. R. Rollings. Alligator Township. S. B. Rodgers J. B. Xortbcutt H. F. Blackwell. Steer Pen Township. J. R. Chapman E. II. Freeman W. J. Johnson. Cole Hill Township. J. H. Scott J. W. McLean W. J. Gulledge John W. Poison. Cheraw Township. H. S. Melton W. L. Gillespie C. Kirkley J. A. Watson V. J. Covington B. Calder. Her Infinite Variety. As we sit down and ponder overthesummer courtship we find the hand that wielded the canoe paddle now wields the broom. The suppers on _ river banks are now in a small dining- , room. The gazing at the sky in summer time is now looking to see If the wash can safely be put out. The. hand in the wash tub is the hand that thnt tmllpd nver the canoe side. The j soft voice in quiet lanes is now? Don't you think it's a cruel world?? j Klrkwood Courier. I The Boy and the Man. The boy who solves his problem by getting some one else to give him the answer is likely when he grows up to feel sure that he could win great success if he only had some other * man's chance. Diarrhoea Quickly Cured* "I was taken with diarrhoea and Mr. Yorks, the merchant here, persuaded me to try a bottle of Chamberlain's Colic. Cholera and Diarrhoea Remedy. After taking one dose of it I was cured. It also cured others that I gave it to," writes M. E. Gebhart. Oriole, Pa. That is not at all unusual. An ordinary attack of diorrhoea can ~ almost invariably he cured by one or two doses of this remedv. Sold by all I dealers. Advertisement. DR. J. E. FUNDERBrRK, Dental Surgeon, Phones: Office 138; Residence 174 Office over Merchants & Farmers Bank STEVE 3 SON & FRIN'CB Attorneys at Law Merchants & Farmers Bank Building CHERAW, - - - - S. 6. Fresh Beef and Pork and Pork Sausage at H. A. Burch's Market PHONE 80 Covington Hotel Building QocnnH Street k/VVWAAU v/v* Cheraw, S. C. A. D. CHAPMAN Livery and Feed Stables Reasonable Prices Prompt Service CHERAW, C. C. t