The Camden chronicle. (Camden, S.C.) 1888-1981, June 14, 1912, Image 2
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