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m RUPERT HUGHES MMllZED IPOrt THE COMEDY OF T/IE SAME MME. IOVSTRATED KRQM. PHOTOOayHS OF THE PtAV A.S RBOOUC?0' WARY W. MVAO^i COPrvrciAvr ^ rt.K.fty eft 8VN0P8I6. CHAPTER J lU^ut Harry M*lU>rT *? ! ord*-r?-<l to the Philippine* He ar.-l Mar Jorle Newton decld? to elope but vrreck of taxkab prevent* tl.Hr ^cirt* minister j on the way to the train. CHAPTER II.?' Tran*contlr>ental train la taklb< on peaaengt-ra I'ortw ha* a lively tirpe with an Englishman and Ira j Lathrop, 'a Yankee buaineaa man. CHAPTKH 1 1 1. ? Th* eloper* have an j exciting tiroe getting to the train. CHAPTER IV.~"IJt|le Jlmrnle" Wel lington. bound for Reno to get a divorce, board* train In maudlin condllk *n. Ial?r Uri Jimmle appear* CHAPTER V.? Che i* *l*o bound t<n Reno with aa/no object. Uk^w^' Mr*. 1 Barnmy Whltoowb CHAPTER VI.? I>alter Mr* I Jlmrnle for her marital truGblea Cla*? rr. * f ? * of Mai lory dec-orate bridal berth. CHAPTER VII.? Bev. and Mr* Temple atart on a vacation. They decide to cut looae and Temple remove# evidence of hla calling. CH A ITER VIII.? Marlorle decide* to Jet .Mallory proceed alone, but train atarta while they a re ioet In farewell. CHAPTER IX.? Paeaengera )oin Mal Jory'a claaamatea In giving couple wed ding frying. CHAPTKR X.?Marjorle la dlatracted over their situation, CHAPTER XI.? Ira I^athrop, woman hating bachelor, dlacovera an old sweet heart, Anne Gattle, a fellow paaaenger. CHAPTER XII. Mallory vainly hunt* I for a preacher among the poaacngerw. CHAPTER XIII -Mr*. Wellington hear* Little Jlmmle'a voloe. Later ahe meeta Mra. Whltcomb. CHAPTER XIV.? Mallory report * to Marjorle hla failure to llnd a preacher, CHAPTER XV ? They decide to pretend r quarrel art'l Mallory flrida a vacant berth. CHAPTER XVI. -Mra Jlmmle dleoov era Wellington on the train. CHAPTER XVII.? Mallory again makes an unsuccessful hunt for a preacher CHAPTER XVII. Last Call for Breakfast. It was still Iowa when Mallory j awoke. Into his last moments of heavy Bleep Intruded a voice like a town crier's voice, crying: "Lass call for breakfuss In the Hln Ing Rar," and then, again louder, I "Lass call for breakfuss in Kinln rar," and, finally and faintly, "I>aBe call breakfuss rl'rar." Mallory pushed up his window shade. The day was broad on rolling prairies like billowa establlshod in the green soil. He peeked through his curtains. Most of the other passen gers were up and about, their beds hidden and beddings stowed away bo hind the bellying veneer of the upper works of the car. All tho berths wero made up except his own and number two, in tho corner, where Little Jlm inie Wellington's nose still played a bagpipe monody, and one other berth, which he recognized as MarJorloV. His belated sleep and hers had spared them. both the stares and laughing chatter of tho passengers. Hut this bridal couple's two bertha, standing like towers among tho seats, had provided conversation for every body, had already united the casual group of strangers into an organized gossip-bee. Mallory got into his shoes arnl as much of his clothes as was necessary for the dash to tho washroom, and took on his arm the rest of hts ward robe. Just as ho Issued from hla lonely chamber, Marjorie api>eared from hors, much disheveled and beavy-eyed. Tho brldo and ?room ex changed glances of mutual terror, and hurried In opposite directions. The spickest and spannest of lieu tenants soon realized that he was re duced to wearing yesterday's linen as well as yesterday's beard. This was intolerable. A bravo man can endure heartbreaks, loss of love, honor and place, but a neat man cannot abide the traces of time In his toilet. Lieu tenant Mallory had seen rough serv ice In camp and on long hikes, when he gloried in mud and disorder, and ho was to seo campaigns in tho Phil ippines, when he should not take off his shoes or his uniform for three days at a time. But that was the field, and this car was a drawing room. In this crisis In his affairs. Little Jimmlo Wellington waddled Into thfc men's room, floundering about with every lurch of tho train, like a cannon loose In the hold of a ship. Ho fum bled with tho handles on a basin, and made a crazy toilet, trying to find some abatement of his fever by filling a glass at Ice-water tank and emptying It over his head. These drastic measures restored him to some sort of coherency, and , Mallory appealed to him for help In ' the matter of linen. Wellington ef- , fuelvely offered him everything he , had, and Mallory selected from his store half a dozen collars* any one of ?which would have gone round * his neck nearly twice. Wellington also proffered M# safety razor, and made him a preaent of a virgin wafer of steel for bis very own. { With this assistance, Mallory was enabled to make MmsetT ThTtTf pre sentable Wii?o be returned to bis s*-at, the three curtained rooms bad been wbUked away by tbe porter. There was no plale now to bide from the passengers ? ] lie ?at down facing tbe feminine end of the ear, watching for Mar)orie. The passengers were watching for her, too, hoping to learn what un heard-of Incident could bare pro voked tbe quarrel that separated * bride and groom at this time, of all times . To the general bewilderment, when Marjorle appeared, MalJory and Bhe rushed together and clasped hands with Hn ardor that suggested a desire for even more ardent greeting Tb? The Porter. passengers almost sprained their cars to hear how thoy would make up such a dreadful feud. Hut all they heard was: "We'll have to hurry., Marjorle, 1/ we want to get any breakfast." "All right, honey. (k>me along." Then the Inscrutable couple scur ried up the aisle, and disappeared In the corridor, leaving behind them a mighty riddle. They kissed In the corridor of that car, kissed In the ves tibule, kissed in the two corridors ol the next car, and were caught kiss ing In the next vestibule by the new conductor. The dining car conductor, who flat tered himself that he knew u bride and groom when he saw them, es corted them grandly to a table for two; and the waiter fluttered about Clem with extraordinary considera tion. > They had a plenty to talk of in pros pect and retrospect. They both felt sure that a minister lurked among tii? cars somewhere, and they ate with a zest to prepare for the ceremony, ar guing the l>e8 1 place for It, and quar reling amorously over details. Mal lory was for one of the vestibules as the scene of their union, but Marjorle was for the baggage car, till she real ized that Snoozleums might be unwll^, Ing to attend. Then she swung round to the vestibule, but Mallory shifted to the observation platform. Marjorle had left Snoozleums with Mrs. Temple, who promised to hide him when the new conductor passed through the car, and she reminded I Larry to get the waiter to bring them a package of bones for their only "child," bo far On the way back from the dining car they kissed each other good-bye again at all the trystlng places they j had sanctified before. The sun waa radiant, the world good, and the very train ran with jubilant rejoicing. They could not doubt that a few more hours would see them legally man and wife. Mallory restored Marjorle to her place In their car, and with smiles ol assurance, left her for another par Bon-hunt through the train. She wait ed for him In a bridal agitation. He ransacked the train forward in vain, and returned, passing Marjorle with a shake of the head, and a sour countenance. He went out to the ob servation platform where he stumbled on Ira Lathrop and Anne Gattle, en gaged In a conversation of evident Intimacy, for they Jumped when he opened the door, as If they were tfnlKj of some plot. Mallory mumbled his ueual, "Ex cuse me," whirled on his heel, and dragged his discouraged steps back through the Ob serration Room* where various women and a few men of evV dent unclerlcallty were draped acrosi arm chairs and absorbed In lazy con versation or bobbing their heads over magazines that trembled with the mo tion of the train. . Mrs. Wellington was busily writing at the desk, but he did not know who she was, and he did not care whoh) she wai writing t& He did pq! qfr serve the baleful glare of Ur?. Whit comb, wfeo Ml viuklnc Mrs. Welling too, know ins all too well who she +**. and ?OTiM^lInK Lbe ^orreeppnd ent~Mrs Wbftcocub was tempted ic spell the word with one "r" Mallory at urn bled Into the men* portion of tbe conpottte oar. Iter* be nodded with a sickly cheer to the sole occupant, L>r Temple, ?bo vm looking leaa ministerial tban ever lc an embroidered skull cap. The old ! rascal was sitting far back oo hu lumbar vertebrae. One of his bands ! clssi?ed a long glass filled with Hi , liquid of a hue that resembled' lomtv thing' stronger than what It was? mere ginger ale. The other hand toyed with a long black cigar. Th? | smoke curled round the old man's ? head like the fumea of a sultan's narghile, and through the wis pa hU face was one of Oriental luxury. Mallory's eyes were caught from this picture of beatitude by the eu trance, at the other door, of a than who had evidently swung aboard at the moet recent stop ? for Mai lory bad ! not seeif him. Hia gray hair was ! crowned with a soft black hat, and , his spare frame was swathed In a i frock coat that had seen better days I His soft gray eyes seemed to aearcn timidly the smoke-clouded atmo* phere. and he had a bashful air which Mallory translated as one of diffidence in a place wbe^e liquors and clgare were dispensed. With equal diffidence Mallory ao van red and In a low tone aocosted tn< newcomer cautiously: "Excuse me ? you look like a clergy man." ?The hell you say!" Mallory pursued the question nc further. CHAPTER XVIII, In th? Compotlte Car. It was th? gentle stranger's turn to miss his guess. He bent over the chair into which Mallory had flopped, and said in a tense, low tone: "You look like a t'oroughbred sport. I'm trying to make up a game of stud poker. Will you join me?" Mallory shook his heavy head In re fusal, and with dull eyes watched the man, whose profession he no longer misunderstood, saunter up to th? bliss ful. Doctor from Ypsllantl, and mur mur again: "Will you Join me?" "Join you In what, sir?" said Dr. Temple, with alert courtesy. "A little game." "I don't mind," the doctor smiled, rising with amiable readiness. "The checkers are in the next room." "Quit your kiddin'," the stranger ceughed. "How about a little freeze out ?" "Freeze-out ?" said Dr. Temple. "It sounds interesting. Is it something like authors?" The newcomer shot a quick glance at this man, whose innocent air he suspected. But he merely drawled: "Well, you play it with cards." "Would you mind teaching nut the rules?" said the old sport from Ypai lanti. The gambler was growing suspicious of this too, too childlike innocence. He whined: "Say, what's your little game, eh?" but decided to risk the yenture. He sat down at a table, and Dr. Temple, bringing along his glass, drew up a chair. The gambler took a pack of cards from his pocket, and shuffled them with a snap that startled Dr. Temple and a dexterity that de lighted him. "Go on, it's beautiful to Bee," he explained. The gambler set the pack down with the one word "Cut!" but since the old man made no effort to comply, the gambler did not insist. He took up the pack again and ran off five cards to each place with a grace that staggered the doctor. Mallory was about to intervene for the protection of the guileless physi cian when the conductor chanced to saunter in. The gambler, seeing him, snatched Dr. Temple's cards from his hand and slipped the pack Into his pocket. "What's the matter now?" Dr. Tem ple asked, but the newcomer huskily answered: "Watt a minute. Wait a minute." The conductor took in the seen? at a glance and, stalking up to the table, spoke with the grlmness of a sea-captain : "Say, I've got my eye on you. Don't start nothin'." The stranger stared at him wonder ingly and demanded: ,rWhy, w^hat you drlvin' at?" "You know all right," the conductor growled, and then turned on the be fuddled old clergyman, "and you, too," "Me, too?" the preacher gasped. "Yes, you too," the conductor re peated, shaking an accusing forefinger under his nose. "Your actions have been suspicious from the beginning. We've all been watching you." Dr. Temple was so agitated that h? nearly let fall his secret. "Why, do you realize that I'm a ? " "Ah, don't start that," sneered th? conductor, "I can spot a gambler as far as I can see one. You and your Bide partner here want to look out. that's all, or 111 drop you at th? next tank." Then he walked out, his shoulder blades uttering threats. Dr. Tempi? stared after him, but the gambler stared at Dr. Temple with a homage. "So you're one of ns/* he said, and seizing the old men's limp hand, shook It heartily: *1 got to slip It to you. Your make-up ie great. You nearly had me for a come*, on. Great! " And then h? sauntered out, leaving the clergyman's head swimming. Dr. Tempi? turned to Mallory for explen* tlons, but* Mallory only waved htm away. H? was not quit? convinced himself. H? was convinced only that whatever els? anybody might be, no body apparently desired to be a clergy* m&a In th??e degenerate dayz. The cotftfucfor returned and threw Into Dr. Tempi* the glare of two basil i ink eyea. The old man^jjt out a US"! seething hand aad l>. k*'0;" "M y food man, you do mo a g?av* in Justice.** The conductor snapped hack: "You say a word to me and 111 do you wow than that. And if 1 spot you with a peck of card* io your hand again, I'll tie you to the cow-ketcher." Then he marched off again. Tb? j doctor fell hack into a chair, trying tc < figure it out. Theo Aahtoo and Foe- ! dick and little Jimmie Wellington and ; Wedgewood iitrolled In and, dropping1 into chair*, ordered drinks. IJefort the doctor could ask anybody |o ex plain, A*hton was launched on a story ' Ilia mind waa a suitcase full of aneo i dotes, moat ly of the smoking-room order.. Wherever three or foi/r men are gathered together, they rapidly organ i*e a clearing-house of off -color stories The doctor listened in spite of him self, and in aplte of hlmaelf he was amused, for stories that would be< stupid if they were decent, take on a certain verve and thrill from their very forbiddenness. The dear old clergyman felt that It would be priggish to take flight, but he could not make the corners of his mouth behave. Btrange twltchings of the lips and little steamy escapes of giggle-Jets disturbed him. And when Ashton, who was a practiced racon teur, finished a drolatic adventure with tho epilogue, "And the next morning they were at Niagara Falls," the old doctor was helpless with laugh ter. Some superior force, the devil no doubt, fairly shook him with glee. "Oh, that's bully," he shrieked, "I haVen't heard a story like that for ages." "Why, where have you been, Dr. Temple?" asked Aahton, who could not imagine where a man oould have concealed himself from such stories. Hut he laughed loudest of all when the doctor answered: "You see, I live in Ypsilantl. They don't tell me stories like that" "They ? who?" said Fosdick. "Why, my pa ? my patients," the doctor explained, and laughed so hard that he forgot to feel guilty, laughed bo hard that hlB wife In the next room , heard him and giggled to Mrs. Whit comb: "Listen to dear Walter. He hasn't laughed like that since he was a ? a medical student." Then she buried her face guiltily In a book. "Wasn't it good?" Dr. Temple de manded, wiping his streaming eyes and nudging the solemn-faced English man, who understood his own nation's humor, but had not yet learned the Yankee quirks. Wedgewood made a hollow efTort at laughter and answered: ''Extremely ? very droll, but what 1 don't quite get was ? why the porter said ? " The others drowned him in a roar of laugh* ter, but Ashton was angry. "Why, you blamed fool, that's where the joke came in. Don't you see, the bride groom said to the bride ? " then he lowered his voice and diagramed the story on his fingers. Mrs. Temple was still shaking with sympathetic laughter, never dreaming what her husband was laughing at. She turned to Mrs. Whitcomb, but Mrs. Whitcomb was still glaring at Mrs. Wellington, who was still writ ing with flying fingers and underscor ing every other word. "Some people Beem to think they own the train," Mrs. Whitcomb raged. "That creature has been at the writ ing desk an hour. The worst of it is, I'm sure she's writing to my hus band." Mrs. Temple looked shocked, but an other peal o t laughter came through the partition between the male and fe male sections of the car, and she beamed again. Then Mrs. Wellington finished her letter, glanced it over, ad dressed an envelope, sealed and stamped it with a deliberation that maddened Mrs. Whitcomb. When at last she rose, Mrs. Whitcomb was In the seat almost before Mrs. Welling ton was out of it. Mrs. Wellington paused at another wave of laughter from the men's room. She commented petulantly: "What good times men hava They've formed a club in there al ready. We women can only sit around and hate each other." "Why, I don't hate anybody, do you?" Mrs. Temple exclaimed, look ing up from the novel she had found on the book shelves. Mrs. Welling ton dropped into the next chair: "On a long railroad Journey I hate everybody. Don't you hate long Jour neys?" "It's the first I ever took," Mrs. Temple apologized, radiantly, "and I'm having the ? what my oldest boy would call the time of my life. And dear Walter ? such goings on for him! A few minutes ago I strolled by the door and I saw him playing cards with a stranger, and smoking and drinking, too, all at once." "Boys will be boys," said Mrs. Wil lington. "But for Dr. Temple of all people ? " t , "Why shouldn't a doctor? It's a shame the way men have everything. Think of It, a special smoking room. And /women have no place to take a puff exdept on the sly." Mrs. Temple stared at her In awe: "The woman in this book smokes!? perfumed things!" "All women smoke nowadays," said Mr*. Wellington, carelessly. "Donl you r* The politest thing Mrs. Temple could think of in answer was: "Not yet" ~ l. ."Really!" said Mrs. Wellington. ?Dont you like tobacco V "I never tried it." . "It's time you did. I smoke cigars myself." collapsed at this double shock; "Q? **???; cigarettes ere too strong for 'toe; will you try one of my pet*?" Mrs. Temple *M about to express Ur repucBAiice at the thought, but Mm. Wellington thrust before her a portfolio in which nestled such dainty ?hap** of such a warm and winsome brown, that Mr*. Temple pauaed to stare, and, like Mother Kve, fbuud the fruit of knowledge too Interesting once ae?n to reject with acorn. She bung over the cigar caae In hesitant excitement one moment too long. Then ?he aald In a trembling voice: MI ? I should like to try on?* ? just to see what lt'? like. But there's no place." Mrs. Wellington felt that ?he had already made a proselyte to her own beloved vlee, and she rushed her vic tim to the preclploe: "There's the ob servation platform, my dear. Come on out." Mrs Temple was shivering with dis may at the dreadful deed: "What , would they say In Ypsilantl?" "What do you care? Be a sport. Your husband smokes. If it's right for 'him. why not for you?" Mrs. Temple set her teeth and crossed the Rubicon with a resolute will!" Mrs. Wellington led the timid neophyte along the wavering floor of the car and flung back the dooy of the observation car. She found Ira Lath rop holding Anne Cattle's hand aed evidently explaining something of great importance, for their heads were very close together. They rose and with abashed faces and confused mumbling** of half awallowed explana tions, left the platform to Mrs. Wel lington and her new pupil. Shortly afterward Little Jlmmle Wellington grew restive and set out for a brief constitutional and a breath of air. He carried a siphon to which be had become greatly attached* and made heavy going for the observation room, but reached the door In fairly good order. He swung it open and brought In with It the pale and waver ing ghost of Mrs. Temple, who had been leaning against It for much-need ed support. Wellington was stupefied to observe smoke pouring round Mrs. Temple's form, and he resolved to perform a great life-saving feat. He decided that the poor little woman was on Are and he poised the siphon like a fire extinguisher, with the noble Intention of putting her out. He pressed the handle, and a stream of vichy shot from the nozzle. Fortunately, his aim was so very wobbly that none of the extinguisher touched Mrs. Temple. Wellington was about to play the I siphon at her again when he saw her take from her lips a toy cigar and emit a stream of cough-shaken smoke. The poor little experimentalist wae too wretched to notice even so larg? a menace as Wellington. She threat the cigar away and gasped: "I think I've had enough." From the platform came a vole? very well known to Little Jimmie. It said: "You'll like the second one bet ter." Mrs. Temple shuddered at the thought, but Wellington drew himself up majestically and called out: "Like second one better, eh? I suppozhe it's the same way with husbandsh." Then he stalked back to the smok ing room, feeling that he had annihi lated Ms wife, but knowing from ex perience that she always had a come back. He knew it would be good, but he was afraid to hear it. He rolled Into the Bmoklng room, and sprawling across Doctor Temple's shoulders, dragged him from the midst of a highly improper story with alarming news. "Doc, your wife looks kind o' seedy. Better go to her at once*" Dr. Temple leaped to his feet and ran to his wife's aid. XfclB found her a dismal, ashen sight. "Sally! What on earth ails you?" "Been smok-oklng," she hiccoughed. The world seemed to be crashing round Dr. Temple's head. He could only gurgle, "Sally!" Mrs. Temple drew herself up with weak defiance: "Well, I saw you play ing cards and drinking." In the presence of such innocent deviltry he could only smile: "Aren't we having an exciting vacation? But to think of you smoking! ? and a cigar ! " She tossed her head In pride. "And it didn't make me sick ? much." She clutched a chair. He tried to support her. He could not help pondering: "What would they say in Yp-hip-si lantl?" "Who cares?" she laughed. "I ? I wish the old train wouldn't rock bo." "I ? I've smoked too much, too," Baid Dr. Temple with perfect truth, but Mrs. Temple, remembering that long glass she had Been, narrowed her eyes at him: "Are you sure it was the smoke V* "Sally!" he cried, In abject horror at her Implied suspicion. Then she turned a pale green. "OU, I feel such a qualm." 'In your conscience, Sally?" "No, not In my conscience. I think 111 go back to my berth and lie down." "Let me help you, Mother." And Darby and Joan hurried along the corridor, crowding It as they were crowding their vacation with belated experience. (TO BE CONTINUED) Scholarship to bo CJtven Away. A scholarship to the College of Charleston, by competitive examina tion, Is to be awarded to pome worthy young man in Kershaw coun ty by Superintendent of Education I. J McKenzie and Judge of Pro bate W. L. McDowell. Fop further particulars see Mr. McKenzie or Mr. M<g>owen. HOI TUKKS HAlLWAVg *<lt<<iul<- ( luwftn E((miv? * ? ^ May 1W1 ?j < ? - ? ?? ?, ? r Traill No. U3^UiJ\ J 6 % in.. Kingvilte *S. 5q 75 arrive- Catndnn 8.20 a. m I?ancabter 10.05 a. m., arrlv* ^21 Uill 1110 a, Mi., dally. * Train No. 114 ? Leay# Hock uJs 1.00 p. ? ? ?rrl*a Lancaster m? arrive Camden 3.40 p. ^ K rlveKlntcvllle 6.05 p. m.( arrlvlp*'; luiubia e.00 p. in. TtC*j Trains H7 and 118 bet**,: lumbia and Yorkvllle will be a ted dally lnat?ad of dally ,"**[* Sunday a* heretofore. Craln 141 leave KiugviUe >?!,? ui., arrive Sumter Junc tion 9 lj N pi., arrive Broiler 10.15 a. m. H Train 140 leave Sumter #.ja iu., arrive Suinter Junction 1.14 in., arrive Klngvllle 7%.3 5 a. uj Train 143 leave Sumter Junoti 4.55 p. m., arrive Sumter 5. 35 % Train 142 leave Sumter 3.f| 111., arrive Sumter Junction 4.3# m. 'j Train 117 leave Columbia' ijfl p. m,, leave Klngvllle 4.35 b.~i?5 arrive Camden 5.57 p m., Lancaster 7.4 8 p. m., arrive Kodi Hill 8.56 p. m., leave Hoc It Hill jf] p. ui., arrive Yorkvllle 9.40 n. ?I dally. j9 Train 118 leave Yorkvllle J m., arrlVe Hock Hill 7.25 a. y leave Hook Hill 7.35 a. m., ari|9 Lancaster 8.31 a. m., arrive den 10.05 a, m., arrive Kingvilte j?l 30 a. m., arrive Columbia 12.is3 m., daily. ' 1 Train 113 leave Hock Hill 5.Q0 J m,, arrive Yorkvllle 5.3<> p. m., qi rive Blacksburg 6.40 p. m:( Blacksburg 7.00 p. m., arrive Mi. rlon, N. C., 10.05 p. m. 1 Train 114 leave Marlon N. (!., 1 1 15 a. in., arrllve Blacksburg til a. in., leave Blacksburg 9.05 a. ? 1 leave Yorkvllle 10.07 a. m.p arrlnl Hock Hill 10.46 a. m. J Effective Monday, June 3rd fail Train No. 3 leave Columbia lijn p, m., arrive Spartanburg 3.45 m,, arrive Henderson vllle 6.00 a. al arrive Asbevllle 7.00 a. m. Km Train No. 4 leave ? Asbevllle {.111 p. m., leave Hendersonvlll? 3. 10 yfl m., leave Spartanburg 5.25 p. ai arrive Columbia 9.25 p. m. I The Charleston- AshevlUe-WayanJ ville Pullman sleeping car wllfkil handled 011 these trains, ? leavlnJ Charleston Train 11 at 5.15 p. u arrive Waynesvllle 10 a, m. Learfl Waynesville 12.05 p. m., arrive ui Charleston 8.15 . in. * Teachers' Scholarship in the Lit versify of South Carolina. The University of South Caroliiij offers a teachers' scholarship to one young man in each county. Tb| scholarship ia worth $100 iu mon?yi and exemption from fees. a The examination for entrance tt] the University as well as (or til teachers' scholarship will be held n the county seat on Friday, July lj| at 9 o'clock. Besides regular college work,-tl University offers courses in Ln Engineering and Monunercc and!} nance. The health and morals of therti dents are the first care. Enroll ment 443 students Many iraprw ments next session. For catq write to S: C. Mitchell, l'resida( Columbia, S. C. if I ^et us do your l'rinting, . J. T. Burdell Surveyor and ^ Engineer Camden, S. C. | w. K. TAVEL CIVIL ENGINEER v and LAND SURVEYOR Office over Bank of Sumttf SUMTER, S. C. Repair WorH We have just inataW in our shop one of Al largest and finest latW ever brought to CamtW and are now prepared* do any kind of repij work on engines and Hj chinery of all kinds. M W. O. Hay, who Has bj years of experience in (j kind of work, is with 4 and he will be glad J| have his friends to ctHjt him. N. R. Goodal