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IT WILL
I HO KAMfKIl
lilM N<? I,AIWICH HKNli/lX
CIXVIQ MOItlC HATIHFA<ttION.
You Will Wonder
Why you postponed it ho long, why
you wore euroloHH to your obligation,
HHCilN TOI>AV
1 Ah you didn't begin earlier.
LOAN & SAVINGS BANK
Why You Should Buy
at Home
The following reasons "Why you should buy at Home,"
will convince you that it 1b to your interest and benefit that
you should mend your ways and buy from your home merchant:
You buy at homo bocauae your interests aro here.
Because you want to boo the goods,
Beeauso you Bell what you produce hero at home.
Because you want to got what you pay for.
liecauBO the man you buy from pays his part of the city
.and county taxes.
Because the coihmunlty that 1b good enough for you to live
in Ih good enough for you to buy In.
Because you believe In transacting buainoHB with friends.
Because the man you buy from stands back of his goods.
Because every dollar spent at homo stays at homo and
works for tins development of tho country.
Because the man you buy from helps support your school,
your church, your lodge and your home.
Here Is where you llvo and hero is whore yoti should buy.
Adopt those resolutions and thereby help to make your
own community a better and more desirable one in every respect.
BUY YOUR HARDWARE FROM.
Malone - Pearce - Young
Hardware Company
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Your health and sometimes your very life de
pends upon the quality of medicine you take.
Know, when you get your medecines from us that
you never get cheap, old drugs. We fill prescrip
tions with exactly what your doctor prescribes, and
we use nothing but fresh, pure drugs.
Come to OUR Drug Store.
Sawyer Drug Company
wj) A SOUTHERN ROMANCE.
Rufe was tolling 'Aeko Hbout a trr
rible escapade he hod had tbe night
before after he had crowned the dam
at the river and wan making for hiM
cabin about a half-mile through the
dark woods.
"An' Jew at I stepped Inter de brush
I hears a funny noise like a whoat
snortin'. 1 looked up au a blue light
jumps out er de ground' and shapes
Itself into a ghost about slg foot tall.
Red Are was fllckerln* out er its nose.
It stood still kinder* then lifted a
long, bony finger an' says: "I want
you, Rufe Jackson.'
"1 walks up to It and shakes ray
own finger right In Its face. 'Yotimind
yore business and I'll mind mine,' I
says, and turns on my heel and goes
right on.'
"Now, what'd you er done, Zeke, In
a case like dat?"
"I'd er done Jest what you done, I
you durned lying nigger," ? St. Lout* |
Republic.
His Longing.
"I wisht I was a whole orphan."
"A whole orphan! What do you j
mean, child?"
"I'm an'y a halt orphan an' I ain't
got no one to play with. If I was a
whole orphan I'd have the other halt
au' we could have some good times."
A SHINING EXAMPLE. |
wne ? L?o you believe in palmistry?
He ? Yes, to some extent.
She ? Do you think the hands can
indicate that a man 1b about to ac
quire wealth?
He? I do in the case of plckpock
ets.
There's a Reason.
Wo do admire a girl with atrength
To turn her back on Btyle this season;
Hut when she Won't wear a tight skirt
We suspect a bow-legged reason.
Didn't Trouble Her at All.
Jack ? My darling, I want to tell
you something. I have deceived you.
1 am not rich, but utterly penniless.
Will it make any difference to you?
Ethel ? Not the slightest, Jack. *
"I am so glad, dearest. Are you
quito sure it will make no difference
tq you?" '
i "Quito sure. I can marry old Mr,
I Moneybags." ? Stray Stories.
Emulation.
"Your first name is Juno, is it, little
girl?"
"Yes, sir; only I don't spell it the
way most folks do."
"Ilow do you spoil it?"
"J, u, e, n."
"Why Is that, little girl?" ?
"Do you s'pose I'm goln' to let the
Mann jjet ahead of mo when it comes
to spollln' iruime ^different?"
Explained at Last.
"Did you visit the pyramids while
you wore in Egypt?"
"Yes; and, do you know, I couldn't
help wondering why they wero ever
built."
"That's oasily answered; they were
built to disprove the old proverb
that there's always room at the top."
REAL PUZZLER.
Cook ? I see Bome novelty genius
has invented a collar button In the
Bhape of a fcminino heart.
Hook ? Huh! I bet that will be hard"
er to And than ever.
8ilence Unrewarded.
Tho byater In tho atewpan atlrred
Attended strictly to hla biz
And never iiald a single word?
And yet ace what his finish tat
Lots of 'Em Are That Way.
"Have you ever heard him talk?**
"Yes. frequently."
"la he very deep?"
"You would not Imagine so to hear
him talk, but you would to Bee him
Brink "
Moat Thouflhtful Man.
"He'a tho moat thoughtful man X
know."
. :'48o?"
?"Yea, though he doesn't amoko him
self he always carries matches for the
eonveaience of those who. do*
TOM HARRISON'S HOME
By PRANK H. MtLOON
Tom llarrlsou sm'.led ruther shame
facedly as he surveyed the complete
ly furnished nix. room apartment
Wtnry of his 30 odd yeara of bachelor
life, the youiiK irohtteot had v 04
a suite of ono of bia latest i
apart meat houses to gratify a fad
which for the paat two years bad
amounted almost to an obsession.
J hi wanted to see what a home
would look like, a home furnished
after the desires of bis own heart.
Now it was finished. He*was pleased
with the result, but thought amusedly
of what his friends would say If they
knew.
At that moment there waa a gentle
knock on the door. In response tof
his hearty "Come in!" a girl barely
out of her teens entered. She was
clad in a brown corduroy with filmy
la< <1 at the throat thut Bet off her rare
beauty effectively.
"Ib Botfly here?" abe asked, after
an approving glance at the rich fur
nishings, noticing that Tom was alone.
"Emily?" he repeated, wondering
whom she could mean. "No, she la
not here."
"But abe told
"She told you she would be here?"
"Yea," explained the vision perplex
edly. "She told me ahe would certain
ly be here to meet me."
"Well, abe baan't come as yet."
"Ara you Mr. Walker?"
"No, my name is Harrison ? Tom
Harrison. I'm the architect who
planned this building."
"You'ro a friend of Mr. Walker and
Emily, of course?"
"I don't like to admit it, but I've
never heard of them." be confeaaed
whimsically, wishing aincerely that be
had.
"But," she persisted, beginning to
feel ill at ease, "surely this is to be
their suite?"
"I think not. I've reserved thia
suite for myself."
"It's Suite 2A, isn't it?"
"It's Suite 2B."
He was relieved to see the girl's
features relax into an appreciative
smile.
"It Is plain to you, of course, " she
apologized, "that I have blundered In
to the wrong apartments. My chum
Emily Thllbrick and Mr. Walker are
to be married tomorrow, and Emily
wanted me to come and see the suite
In which they are to live."
"If it is Suite 2B, I will take pleasure
In showing It to you," he offered.
Emily Phllbrlck met them at the
door. In the course of the explana
tions that followed, Tom Harrison
learned that his visitor was nono oth
er than Elsie Gibson, the girl -artist'
who had been winning fame in the
magazines.
During the year that followed, he
was a frequent, visitor at hec studio,
each acknowledging the charm of the
other's acquaintance. Then suddenly
Elsie Gibson disappeared, leaving no
word as to whither she liad*gone.,
Tom Harrison's quest* after Elsie
Gibson wrie most energetically follow
ed, yet no trace of her could he dis
cover. It finally occurred to him that
he had once heard her mention the
fact that her father, a widower, had
a little farm at TIpperJay in the
Adlrondaeka., A study of complicated
railway timetables resulted In his tak- ,
ing the wrong train, righting his en- ]
ror, and, after much delay and nu
merous changes, in his reaching Up- ;
perjay... ,
He failed to find a livery stable, but
did enter into negotiations with a
passing farmer who, with apparent re
luctance. at last consented to take
him to the Gibson farm.
1 At the gate, with a freshly gathered
garland qf roses and sweet-scented
thyme, stood a familiar little figure,
looking very forlorn until she recog
nized Tom Harrison. _
"Oh, Tom," she cried gladly, "you
don't know how lonesome I have
been." Her manner changed quickly,
as if she were holding herself In re
straint. "But now I suppose I ought
to address you as Mr. Harrison."
"Why, Elsie?" bluntly. (
She looked surprised.
"Because of your approaching mar
riage, of course."
"My approaching marriage?" be ask
ed, mystified.
"Certainly."
"But I didn't know I was going to
be married." ? ? ? ?
"That is very strange Indeed, since
it was printed in the paper."
"Elsie, this is all nonsense. Where
did you see that clipping?"
"I found It lying on your writing
desk."
"I thought so, girlie. Well, now al
low me to explain. More than 10
years ago I had a boy-and-girl affhir.
We called it love, and were going to
get married. She took the notice to
the society editor of the Clarion. Aft
erwards the engagement, such as it
was, was broken off by mutual con
sent. I naturally enough saved the
clipping, and I presume it fell from
among my papers."
As naturally as one takes a beauti
ful flower, Tom Harrison took Elsie
.Gibson in his arms.
? "Elsie?" he. whispered.
r "Yes, Tom."
"That date in that wedding an
nouncement was Sept. 15, wasn't ltf*
"Yes," very faintly. , .
? "You have inspected the"
fitted up for a bride I had never seen,
jit satisfied you?" -t"
. "Yea, Tom," still more faintly. H#
had to bend close to oatch the words.
'*Then let's consider that wedding
announcement our own;**
Inhere are times when silence gives
[ consent.
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