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VOL. XI V. BARNWELL COURT HOUSE, S. C., OCTOBER 2, 1890. A CORIUNA’S WEDDING. Are too Busy to Write up a Many Worded -> When Jabez Chowcftmo coiEirtin’Co- riamia Dowly, Granther Peeks was jest as-mad as hops. Von see, Corianna she had kept house for grandther quite a spell. She wasn’t overly young, and he Advertisement of Gushing and Glittering Generali- ww»«»^ ««* ties, but they will be Very Glad to see and Serve THEIR MANY FRIENDS -AND- THE GENERAL PUBLIC WITH i , ' - Afti : - G-oocis, , IFaix* IEr > z?±ees —AX n— - * t Golden Rule Treatment. nice griddle calces. He was very fond of griddle cakes. Ho hadn't teeth to eat nothing hard, and * ske made ’em for him for breakfast, din ner and supper. Sometimes she /made 'em plain, sometimes sweet. Sometimes she rolled jell up into Viiv Sometime* % Ouf Stocks of jVIcfchapdisc ■A HK— Large aifd Complete — \XI>- Have Been Selected With the Closest Care. T HKY WKKH BOriillT BIGHT A N !> 1 \v||| Ih* mi|«| rigli*. W .• do not expect t*» c**t rh’h tliU waaon hut’we do h»*|»** to trau*a<*t l«*l» bunlllMM •( «|iiii*k, I«»h profit*. Wr feel %ery »itr« that wo ■nit al' g»»«M| ta*teit mid »aH«fv all M*ii*thlo jiidgfiioiit I jhim that plat* f.trm w’o go l»e|ore the |»«*ople and a#k tlreir tra»le. All In fa\or of haying the ltK**T titHihS at the KAIKKAT KMH*HKft and of aelling COTTOlsT at the boat «p •rdiallv iiiMUsl u» try she put hash into ’em.^They was a great variety, and they was always good. So | when Jabez Chow p^irposed. and Cori anna accepted him, granther said “No," ; and said how he'd cdss her if slie dis obeyed him. Jo)W,A 'orianna could have done what ! she was a minter for all G-rapylu-r Peeks; I- for, as I said, she was risen tliirty. But ‘ she was a pious gal, and she felt as if i her granther’s cuss would sort of blight her, so she told 4al>ez she eonldn’t marry 1 him nohow until granther either died or i‘ fpv’ in, only she Wasn’t able to help her- j ! .l*‘lf from mendin’ l:im after granther had i <one to bed—jn.*t where the pnnkin i patch jimsl outer the blnel»erry mmlder. ) and the old jiojiler grew. Well, some | mean sneak or other went aud told ! granther about it, and he got up out of ' his bed and fuller-<1 her ouo night, and found ’em killin' each other. lie was a real ba<l temp red old gen tleman, Granflisr Peeks was, and when he seen that ho just up and russtsl her 1 any way and drove her home with hie ( stick like she was a pig. aft«-r hitting Juhez Chow over the hesol with it. Ja- f \n z didn't durst hit back «m account •>! • his age, and granther knew ho wouldn’t. Home he drove ('ohatina, and w*hen lie got her to hum there wiuTtha old U>r to pay, you may !».• sure. Corianna whj* ! •••bbiiig as of her heart would br>-ak. “You mused me, granther.’* she kept a-sayin’C'aml m»w it don't make no mat- I ter what ! do. Hoein’ I'm owed. I'll ! marry JaU<z (*how any way. What’* 1 the iu** of »eit doing it now/" Well, Granther IV**k* he felt he’d i imnle a mistake and he kinder roax«*d ; her up a while, ami said he'd take the ' cnee back, and got her to go to 1^**1 quiet. | But when she waki*l np next day, mean- | ing to run away and marry Jaltoz, she found granther lia<l lieett before her. ; He‘4 nailtsl ami kicked and Karrvd the w h'*!'* house up as if it was a pria**n. am) M‘ NAB, WALKER & GO., pealers iq General Merchandise. Cotton Buyers. Barnwell C. H., S. C. Sixo-on. ZPuxe Sense. left fn p.. ke just tter 1< it 4.i a to fU«f I ■ tla* kite ne-etin's a Lit h >r her to in or lie ke; lid he w:im * how nnvrt he'd l»»<en. sm we Won't have any hy nio<mlight, my dear, mic and unpleasant tu “When stores is need lu n »to cook hy. Tlu the key of in hi: rinuiug like a m«m mor» say* ever 1 I'll “I ain't got hone,” says Corianna. “Have one,’’ says Jaltez. “How be I to go to my wedding?" say* Co*Canna. "Corianna,” says Jabez,/let your wed ding come to you.” “Corry, how’s the fish?” says Granther from inside. “It isn’t shad,” says Carry, “and 1 guess it's stale'’." “Oh/' says Granther, “don’t buy none.. ef jCs stale!” “I shan't," says Corry; “I'll lookkeer- ful.” Ont of the winder she sticks her head again. ^ “When your granther is at tea, Co- rinuna,” says .Taliez, “you come to the hole. It’s 0 o'clock. I supjiose?" “Alsmt G^’jsays Corianna. “Things will be fi.ved all right aftet that,” says Ju1h*z. 0 ' “Ket*p up yout SlK'rits.” “How’s the fish?” asks Grant her Peek*. “Awful!” says Corianna. giving Jabez a kiss and.ilrawing her head in. She ft-lt lots happier, for she had con fidence in Jabez, though she didn't know how he was going to fix it. That evening she came down to tea all dressed up, and she made (J rant her Peeks a lovely lot of cakes and an ome let, and he sot down to table just as the clock struck (I, with a crash towel under his chin, and began to eat as ef he hadn't had anything before for a fortnight; and as Sism as he did so Coriantui began t< fan herself with a big palml.uf fan that always stooil ImiIuihI the kerotHUie lamp, and says she: “Oh. for a breath of air! 4Tve got U have a ba-uth of air or choker “Yon kin git it at the hole in the win der, then." says Granther Peeks, "You know my reggylations." Then Coriann* she flew to the wind** shntter h*»le and she jiokisl her homl opt, ami tlwn- she saw a sight! (’!•»»«• against the honse stood Jabat Chow, with white gloves and a white tie onto him; andliehind him wiw* hiulwoth- er, Plummer Ch**w, ditto; and t’«*thei ebb* was Sally Post, all riggisl up in white, with a hompiet, for brideituud; and lietwe**! tbivu was IVuninie (lial- mem, that ha<l Wptized her, and next him was Dominie Brown, from Porter- town; aud all over the garden was scat tered the font residents of the village, and all tin* little Isirs and gals was js-n hed on the fencos; and the man with melons had stopped his cart to nee th* sisx-tacle—for pnch it w.-is—ami tiierr was Sipuix? IVider, justice of tlie peatv, perched on top of the W*ss! shed— “a-waitinj mr tnm fur to act in thb here ease, bvlieeand gentlemen.*' bessyt in them there commanding time* of his'n. Well, wlu n Corianna raw all this she turned first red and th* n white. We la dies all ki.-sied our hands to her. and th* THE CLIFFS. Th*se £on riftetl oli/Ts tlmt o’er the ilr^p, ' IVavtf worn and tbundi-r scarml, enormoift lower. , Stand like tho work of Kg»mo nrlmevat |)ower, TlUttmaHemlargoo. that would keep Firm s-ard forever o’er Uv* hastlone*! *teop Of turret crowned Belianl, or uttgiiliest Moher. Vainly lieneath, «h tliou-jrli they would devour T1>e rooted ro*.-ki» lietorw them, reel and leap The hea*Hong waves; and a* a plumed phalanx, dYvislied iii thi* assault of sgup** strong citadel, Indoinitahle still, its sJiuttered ranks OUeers to the hmu h a^ain. an*l y*-t a^alo, So from the Isvttliug hillows hursts the swell Of a moro awful combat tluuujf men, —Auhrey de V<,-re for BUn<\a.y's dinner. It’« your guilty , wnsdence. Kit, that’s all* * ■ * « # i •Til tell ye, mister^” said Totn, if ! you’ll promise' never to let ofl who it ■■ Avtis, and if you«l gimme that ’ere j’inted | th<HJKh ^ ^ p fiahin’polo o’ydum as ye don’t use no Meryy« dhh in ibe more." T«g|M|ffaNnn«t>si; Wit DECIDED BY CHANCE - The sun. a great glowing ball of fire, lyul just descended behind the fringe of elm trees on Meadow Hill, and tho parched summer world was free to breathe at last. Wayne Hillard, finish ing his sketch of the fern shaded pool in the gh-n. dropped his pencil and inflated his lungs with tho fragrant oxygen. Mrs. Mix, cleaning trout for the mor row’s hrwakfast, in tho kitchen. sigh«*d a sigh of infinite relief. “One moro day’s gone!” said she; and Kitty and Tilly, skimming cream in the cool collar, made haste with their work so as to finish without the light of a candle, and as they worked they talked and laughed lightly, us girls will do. Who were Kitty and Tilly? Why, tliey were Mrs. Mix's "hire*! hcVp"—the I rosy daughter* of* impecunious ni-igh- Ihuh, who Were more than glad to eke out their alendt r allowance of jxicket money by assisting the harassM InYid- j lady in “busy tiimn." Kitty was a ra- 1 diant blonde, with hair jn*t wanned with rml, eye* of imsehievou* gray, and a complexion that would have lieen |M*r- fe«-t wen? it not for tlie iqirinkling of freckle* ncr* >sa the bridge of the nancy noai*. Tilly, on the contrary, was ;iale aud dark, wiHi big, rolemn eye* full of ji-lty light*, and a small head net with imperial grae<* on lier *lim shoulder*-. | and th«’ir votetw mmnde 1 like tho indis tinct twiftor of «wiole* as they talked and skim iie 1 great leathery *heeta of cream and utrninel the “ulght'i milk” Into br»«<l. akiuing pan*, i "I think he's Mdcwlidr snal Kitty. •*80 do IT said Tilly, eniho*iiMtirally. "1 mean to liava him!" sail Kitty, j waring her skimmer alsoro a fresh pan. “I Ilka thatr ironically obaervad Tilly. *Tve always pimsl to be an artist s bride." wijd Kitty. "Yes." interrupted Tilly, "and 1 have made up my mind to a city life. This country vegetation don’t suit mo! 1 must marry a city man!" Kitty coven-*! up the stone cream jar i with a little clink. more “l don’t think 1 care much about your news, Tom,” said Mr. Hillard, who was just settling himself for a morning’s sketching by the river heights. “Oh, but you will when you hear it," ' said Tom. "Mother says, says she, ! •Girls, you'd orter’d lie ashamed or your-' selves.’ And Kit Farrar she said she j knowed your step, and Tilly Grey she i said she ’lowed to marry a city feller 1 like yon. and then they agreed to chance i it. And there was something about two colons! pitchers—1 don’t rightly under stand that: but 1 rutlier think yon fell to Kitty’s l6t, and she was awful tickled | RU< r * “Look here, Tom.” said Mr. Hillard, fcouples POTAtO. Tboii white <uul *oft p«rfaction of thy Vfai! Thou f-'t;tWrjr, powdery, dainty cdfbls, Thy snowy, cu«niy aUMoace, ynslabtfli I”-b ,br- th«- eye sad satlsfle* tlie wtod. plisce ’I:* thiui* Bod— grand *UJI och tiuffy civvW an, s^reetag) pleasure twed. worM befcsV thy pcp*<-ihu etunot (linncr for the geakU rr-Mp. around my eager board lv »sn«p, thy laaghing face sod 'nrstoiiwd no met me not to such rewoomw nceoyt 1—too high and proud thy f une. —Good llou iekenpiac. L ' A GAME FOR TWO. Mr. and Mrs. Gibson Browne, although sincerely fond of each other, found ere they had lieen many'mouths married that there were various things about which tljey did not agrea, Hnni^rHls of other young married * have ma w . made the same discovery, leisurely turning over hi* tub*-* of color, j and although it surprised and shocked “don't.it strikejyou that thltfia very like : them t]*v have been too wise to allow it telling tab's ont of schc.d? It isn’t like- to wre^Ptho happineaa of their married ly the young la«li«*s me.Alt you to rc;*eat lives. these little jokesr Mr . an ,i Mr8- Drown* were thus wise. “But they was dead in earnest," i They wanted no time in unaigniliod and wheezed Tom. __ unprofitable wyuugling over tfiTHr diffar- “Much you know about it," said Ilill- ences of ojdnum, but neither of them ard. “No yon cant have the nxl. ! yielded one ji>t or tittle to the other. Clear ont. and remember for the future I Tliey simplydiept silence on all topica on which they should disagree. Happily also for them their difference* j**lge at tli* <1 Is*. ut. au l you've got a pump in tlir lien." |*.»n don’t mean to lock me up woodshed be h'Lted hat. 1110 rest of the men all t«M*k theirs. an«l th** douiiniebetnme*! oroi and lifted up his hand, ami hit ofl nid wav "Is thb . grantle-rf" s.»vs C’<tnanna. f w ant 14 air and exercise. rmumenei ef he was in tneetti to askin’ wh* tlier th* •sent that c<hiI*1 give d Since the creation men, and women ton, have been trvlng to lM'tU*r their con dition*. In »uehendepvor*tliev have resorted to all *4«rt* of lll•*all* aud uieasures. Just now a great many jieople are ex|iecUug that In-tter times will COMK FROM COlsUMRl A after the next elei’ti**!! *ball have j»is**e*|’tw*w tt^trargAl.f fW"* .'•hip n't >late. While it i* |*m|*er toeiiteruin li«q*e iimler the most gloomy cirgumstances, yet it Is Well to remember that self h-lp i* file liest help. To ineii ol mature years and sober thought It is a* plain as sunshine ibat there are Surer, Safer and Shorter Roads to Reform than th*»*e controlled by the politician*. The prudent do not put all their egg* In one basket nor peril their all In one venture. It will not d*» for wise people io wait for something to turn up, and if it di*‘*» not come quickly enough they will make the op|»ortuuUy themselves. Now in all candor the most lasting prosperity start* at home. Itliogin* there and grows by praetiee and cultivation. The old *Hilor reads the »dgn* in the skie* that have no meaning for the careless landsman and trims hi* craft to meet and conquer the coining storm. So the vet? eran merchant, understanding the conditioh* of trade aud commerce, makes ready for the extremeM fluctuation* w hile the peace of perfect «eminer.is in the golden skies. In this philosophy si^nonsr Bnownsr, Thirty-one year* loader of trade on the South Carolina Railroad, lias anticipated the —————;— ALARMING RISF IN PRICKS by peisonally billing in (he largest market* of tho country .A he . MOST M AGNIFIOKN T Stock of General Merchandise ever risked by any Carolina merchant outside of Charleston. To attempt any description or enumeration would be like under taking to publish an unabridged dictionary in a country newspaper office. TIIK SUB Jib CT IS r J 1 00 VAST. But each man and every woman can come. They can bring their little ones along, and all can besuited, no matter how widely their needs, wishes and means may differ. It l» a proverb of the olden time that, ALL ROADS LEAD TO ROME. and if the people w ill only read and reason they shall soon have the evidence of their own eyes, hands, pockets and persons tfiat they can lind • BARGAINS IN BLACKVlLLE unapproachable In any Interior American market North or South, Fast or W 4 est The range of my immense stock is limited only by the Ingenuity and enterprise of the human race. The best productions of our ow n land, the^ohoicest manu factures of all a run mi the world, everything that nan needs on his life journey from the cradle to the grave are to be found in my emporium. Every implement that the farmer uses, every article that the housekeeper requires, everything for everybody now w aiting for the people. By aellingHhe best goods at the lowest prices I hope to prove a benefactor to all former customer* and all new friend*. By paying the very highest cash prices for cotton and all country produce I expect to make nlyaelf Invincible against any aud allj-pwpctition. * IRenxeiTA-"be3?, and tell your neighbors too, that ffdm every nook and corner of Aiken, Orange burg and Barnwell, all roads lead sooner or later to ' t . * . . .. , -v * .*'> . .. Brown’s in Blackville. Do not t>e entreated to go »*trar from your datonuliiiuioii Wgw to ♦frwdqtwtner*. If you iiell your cotton to m« and buy your giMnls fro«ii me I pledge myaelf that no man can, will or *hall do better by you Test me by the "TRY Rl’l.K” and when Ike lull trade campaign is over J bare no fear but that I will be the iret CHOSEN CANDIDATE and at the head of (be ticket as the *. FRIEND OF THE FARMERS i ' oiisrfl for g tall d S» will you." “I gtaesM I kin stand it," say* granther. “When you want fnnh air ymi kin stick yonr hcml «uit «*f that th«-re appycliur** in i th** shutter and draw it in, ami today l i want ]sincakt * with rawslierry jell inti; mu ami lots «>f c«»fftH*. I w. irkiri rt*al ; hard last night puttin' up thorn fasten- 1 in * and 1 want rtron thomn’-, Corianna." J She jest look»*l at him when he said that, i Sho didn't durst tm*t hcm*lf to say nothin'. She had idon* flint she was ! ■elmoefwl of jwittiri 1 i.ito lirr^T^TsooV j sho was siH'akin’ to h< r ina’s and he j risin’ eighty. But all she got by tliut w as thoso here cyncl wonl*: “Don’t goggle at mo, Corianna. It’* worse thati sassin’." Sp wh it* sho w.ia n-fryin’ tho rakes sh* kept savin’ ov« r and over to herself: “Now I lay me," and “Twinkle, twinkle, little star." to keep tuukidicr nat’ral wickcdnci -. ?>rto : Tl fdav*4-L>:’ tlmt old man and slic'd l>een fond of him, and this is what had come of it. She told uh all this throvg!) the hoh* in t!c*huttcr. We got kinder scare l. you l.r.ow, wein’ the hou.c shut up. aad went to call, hut didn't p t let in*, but artcra while, when we'd 1:notiked and knocked a s;>oll fi* the front door and the sitlo dt.'or, we went round to the bu-k, and tin-n-was ]>oor Cori nma's face a-stichin’-out of the hole in the- slnutcr. The tears rolled down her checks as she told us tho story, and we had t<> cry, too, me and .Miss Piuncy, and' Peters and Maria Brown. Marift' Brown she was jn-t jiroposni’ breakin’ down the door anilcarryin’ jhx>r Corianna off wlc'n n upstairs shutter opened and Granther Peeks ’poked his hea l out. “See hero, folkses," said ho, “a man has a right to keep Ins house, hhc-t or opeiKa In* pleases, and to order his wim- min folks rs Ih' sees fittin’. <-Yon tech •bolt, or bah; or lock, or hook on my prem- iws, and 1*11 shoot you down £us£ and have you took up for burglars afterward, and I’d hev the law on my side, tu.” Then he showisl us a big boss pistol, and sa5n ho, “It’s loaded.'’ and wo scattered. But Lwyoteon a piece of pi;w‘r. “I’ll toll Jabez.” and gave it np to Corianna, pre tendin’ to kiss her good-by. And never was I so thankful that 1 oilers carried a pencil in my pocket for new recipes. For she needed comfort, and I gut's* them words gave her a little. I kept my prontis**, and that night Jabez pranced about the house, but couldn't get a peep at her. No more he' couldn't fwr a cou ple of days. But at las* he thought of tootin' through a fish lorn. If there wo* anything Granther Peeks liked‘it was fish. So he says to Corianna. “Peek out, : Corn-, and see ef that's aliad; shad's in i season." So Cony poki^l her head out of tho noiiy a *|* •aid r but re ! th« t<» talk jest an When he ratin' was any our pr reason wiiy that fhero ce»e not J**nvxnl he waited qnib n>dM*)y an*werfsl bnt the je<lgM. wt mark("l nfacial and serions from wimnIsIm*!, “(N# n'n*ad, dominie!" Th«-n the dominie went alien l. and all wi*nt on quite tecr'lar, except w hen Cor tanna di*np]i»*ar»*! from the winder hole quite sudden because Granther Pe»-k* l>ellen*<l for more homy, and once when she had to fry him another cake to to; off wiUi—which space of time we ucci- pie<l singing hymns. However, the dominie got her inarrii ii all sAfe. ring on and all and writ out a certificate, and the witnesses signed it, and Jals'z kisstsl her and *<1 did tin hri.lemaid; and then tin* *<juiro cam* down off the woodshed and went ronml to the front door, and battensl onto tin panels and rung the Ixdl until Granther Peeks stuck his head out of tho winder, and says he: “How de do, jedgp?" "Fair to middlin’,” says the jndgo. “Why don't yon open your door, Mr. Peeks?” “I ain’t openin’ no doors. jest now,* - says Granther Peeks. “Guess you've got to.” says the judge. “There's n man says you’ve got his wife shut up there," — “I ain’t!” says Granther.* “There ain’t nolxxly here but Corianna; she’s a spin ster anfi my grandarter." “Mr. Chow, you jest step here,” say* the judge. So Jabez comes around the house. “Demand your wife,” says the judge. “Well. I’m here, Mr. Peeks, for that purpose. You’ve got my wife, ^Mrs. Jabez Chow, in there and I \yunt her,” says Jabo/. “Your wift*?” says granther grinning. “Yes, sir,” says the dominie following. ‘T've jest married them.” “I assisted,” says Dominie Brown. f “Will the witnesses come forward?” "Well, h*»w an* w< matterT* said she, w Ugh want Wavne II detenuin**d to have ) “Draw lots."anggi tug like ehaore for d< like thin. Oh! 1 aa U'aks. Ciive mo one do like a®new milk think of sheets of >1 "No, we won’t 4l ney**l," said Kitty going to settle thin "We both li a laugh, ard! We re uu. •*u*l Tilly. "Noth i-terming n qntwtkm jr. Kitty, this pan of tlx* new ntira. I (•an—it make* one Iver." that—It’a too hark- "111 tell you what never loang well do. Tilly. Mr. Hillard eomca into the house with -ut straight into the milk room for a drink of new milk. Mr*. Mix always leave* a littU) brown pitcher there for liim. Well, we’ll leave two pitcher*, one white for you, the other bine for mo. The one that lie -select* shall decide the question. If it’s Idne—then he’s mine! If it’* white ! never to tattle." Tom Mix retired much discomfited and Wayne Hillard began to jiaint, but us he painted lie j*m<leretl. "If I’m really tin; s]»ortof battle," said j he, “I ought to surrender myself at out*. Ihvtty little Ixiauties tliey are—fair and dark, like a sunbeam and a shadow, side by ride! “How hspT'jr could I Us with Hi her. tVere (Valter doar ctianuer away, Kitty Farrar is my ;* wac set nr. eh? . I do really think I ought to liave given that young tuarpi-*t tlie fishing rod after all.” He laughed as the idea grew In his mind; yet more and more he like.I it Lie had noticed Kitty and Tilly bftener | than ti>cy bad dreamed of. He knew that Kitty was the clergyman's niece. I and that Tilly's dead father had been a colom-l in the civil war. He was quite aware that they were pertly and grace ful. with sweet low voice*, ami a piriur- rsqna way of wearing flower* in their hair. “Ther Iwgan a joke." said ha to him mlf, “hi finish itr Kitty Farrar was spreading table nap kins (Hit to bleach ov the grass beyond the lawn tennis court. Tilly stuud Wedd ing the basket for her when Mr. Hill ard appruerhed. Out the instant they saw him a gentb* ice of indescribable dignity fn at* around tlietZL Tliey recog- nis**l his greeting as two young duch- i-asr* might have done. “I can't do it," he told himself, and fell to talking aL>ut the weather. How he wiohed that si apegrace Tom ha«| held in* tongue. But after that he obemred Kitty quietly and often. “Hh« is a violet in the shade," he thought "A dewdrop hiding from the •nn. Yes, I really thluk I shall ask her to marry me, hut 1 would like my Un cle Chtm-htll to see her first" Uncb. Churchill arrived on the scene —a handsome middle aged Lawyer, with dark ry«a and a shrewd mouth. •'Which is-it** said be. * “Oh. yon must decide that for your self." laughed Warn*. “That’s hardly fair." said Mr. Chorcb- hfli "It’s so Important that you should be of opinion were in regard to the ruinor thing* of life, and. although it is fee “little foxes tliut destroy the vibes," th<sr Httle differences did not desUcy their worldly liappiaem, each of U*.4n Mug hlesscd with abundant gwxlnat' nre in rjiitr of the firmness of opiukm that made them omcUus to’ yield cam to the other. , Mr*. Gthenu. Browne was a high rhnrvh EiascopaUmi. while Mr. Giheou Browne was ipeliued towahl Unilarian- isui. hut Mrs. Browne did not lierome a Uni Laris n. nor did Gibaoa renouoce his faith and become an’Episcopalian—and yet they were happy ns married fidka gcx Mrs. Browne was decidedly opposed to all opyrse in which there wsemdielii I, while Mr. Browne was food “of a hattet pursJr !>aase of the arttotk effect it gav^b the aud he di^ net adby Ma srtfe hy her anything about And when Mrs. Oihaoo anything ahe f«h lv. for her to, wss* tWowh (Khmo <ttd apprors of it, she olmpff and quietly dU it, and thhrou was nooe. the Thstn mvty tunes when Mr. aad Gibson Browne excmpUfiad Uw old ad age. “tMleuce is golde^^ One morning at the breakfimt tabto Mr. Browne said: "My dear, don’t forget that the Yaw Horae give their party to-morrow night" "l muemher It," replied Mrs. without lifting her eyes from M “WhafdM shall you weal?" “1 am not going," replied Mrs. calmly. "Not going?" Mr his knife and fork in "No, 1 am not" "Why notr “I hare my reasons, CMbeow. snred that they aie good ooaa. • rather you didn't go cither'." "But I think 1 sbaU go. my •Td rather you JraHdn’t" “I don’t see why 1 shouldn't go." "Let the fact that I don’t wish you to suffice for this once." Realm. And ra -I cheerfully give him up to your . “(Mri*. I sliuilld TTilnk ' youTT ~l*i ' let me know what you think." entin ly free from bias or prejudice, _ w,,-^ •• At tK, irtrk r. ^.4^-firtt-Ume-to-their nmrT!^ hole Hit 1 saw Jabez blowiu’t he horn. and ns * win as be n »w. h«*r b« i; up aud kisix- Ih nr at the shfi! Iter bole. “TT l\ *"1 * up; i.'onmg*', ( on imia. ’* he t*U«L. “th:* tiii lllg <! ant 1 brng." • “I th •‘n’t, ** felt Vfe (’iXianna; •“that i Gnu 11 vit* *1 Ba ry» the Lw rnnf Hyskr a i Hi JLffi tijirlt tlDh donra. an d I don’t a** l CSC IS A 11*1 fet /body has t • rv» t to drtns tad my . aa far a* 1 *Y (XU r loos *Ua4 Vi ’ SfiJS •aiei. says the judge, . , Then we all trooped around the house. “You see, granther,” rays Jabez. “CiKi old “flowing blue, pid don't need doors to get inatef there’s ever eodittle urhole in the shutter.” ’Twas a very romantieal speech, but the occasion kinder worked Jalx*z up, 1 reckon, and he was sort of inspired. It Seems that just then Corianna went np to granther and showed hiurher ring and her certificate, and that settled it. In a minute more he op#*iied the door and we walked in. He waa cry in’ hard. “Oh, Jabez, Jabez!” Kays he, “how could yop? Nobody else kin make pan cakes tlist I kin digest only Corianna. Now I will starve to death!" “No. you sha’n't,” says Jabez. “ (Isn’t yon board with ns, or we l*»ard with you? and she can fry ’em all day, if you want her to and she’s so disposed.” “Of course I will.” says Corianna. Tlien Granther Peeks got out his red pocket handkereher and wiped his eve*. you’d explained tbet there me v i7**^ before. Jabttz.’* aaya.be, **I Trtmldu’t hinr uuide no objections; but dotu’ without Ciriauua * pancakm waa a matter uf life and death to me, my sou." Thbo they toook bauds; an did every body all round, aad we had the laggaat •upper that night, and the great to dance in toe Lara afLtvward -Mary Kyle Uvl- asbanivd of yotirseive»r* Tilly gave a great start; Kitty colored until the freckle* looked like a fleet of tiny brown boats on a sea of scarlet. Mrs. Mix was at tho head of the stairs, glaring down at them like an indignant tabby cat. “We — we didn’t mean anything," feebly uttered. Kitty. “We were only making fun," mur mured Tilly. “It ain’t tlie sort o’ fun they used to make when I was a girl,” said Mrs. Mix. “Wo were talking alxmt the milk," apologized Kitty, with excusable equivo cation. , ^ “ 'Tain’t worth while to fib.” said Mrs. Mix. “I waa standin’jest by the win der. nnd I het rd every word you said. Herd’s the platter o’ fish. Put it in a cool place, not too near the milk.” Kitty Farrar and Tilly Grey looked guiltily at each other, and indulged in a surreptitious titter when the door closed si imply. . “Do you suppose she did hear it all?" said Tilly breathlessly. “It isn’t a hanging matter if she did,” declared Kitty. “Quick—get the pitch ers! Take them in the back way. I hear him coming now." “Oh, if it’s come to your knowing his verystep"-— “Do hold your tongue, Tilly!" On the whitely scouted irnHc room shelf stood the two little pi tellers, one of the other a squatty white ware specimen, with a crystal clear tumbler beside them. In Kitty’s haste sho had forgotten to fill but one, and ns tho two dimpled faces ix^ped from tho twilight darkm'ss at fhe head' of the cellar stairs they could see Wayne Hillard come direct to the little milk room and take up tlie white pitcher. “There!” whisjiered Tilly, spasmod ically squeezing Kitty’s round little arm. At the end of the Week Uncle Church ill reported. • “It can only be Tilly Grey." said be. “She is jierfect—(rimply perfect!" “Tilly 1 Grey!" repeated Wayne. “She is a very pretty girl. 1 admit; hut aa cora- luinxl to Kitty Farrar”— “1 can only say what I think." said Uncle Churchill. “Take another week to consider it," said Hillard. "I Vill." said Uncle Churchill. Kitty and TTlly, however, were not entirely unobservant of matters, and one evening when Churchill And HillardVe- turned from a day’s fishing two stolid German madchens wore waiting at table. Tlie girls had gone home. “Their folks wanted them,” Mrs. Mix said regretfully. “We’ll follow them," said Mr. Hillard sotto voce. “An excellent idea!" said Churchill promptly. Kitty Farrar sat on the doorstep of the old house with a black kitten kvher lap when Mr. Hillard came np the wolkjy Sho colored like a carnation. * “You see 1 have found you out," said lie. “Kitty, were you running away from me?” “Not—not because. I was afraid,” an- swered valiant Kitty. “Well, wherever you run for the futnro I shall follow,” said he, “because 1 love you, Kitty.” And it was riot until the little diamdnd ring thafc had been his mother’s was safely fitted on her finger that he mis chievously alluded to Tom’s betrayal of the state secret. “You know," said he, “that I have be longed by right to you ever since 1 took up the blue pitcher.* 4 Kitty’s eyes flashed. “But you took np the white pitcher first!” said she. “Go back to Mitilda if you please; I shan't detain Bnt the white pitcher was empty. He J. Grey, set it down with a smothered exeb.ma- you." '* tion of impatience, and seizing the flow- “1 couldn’t if I wanted to." said ing blue poured out a glass of cook, foam- \ Wayne. “Mi** Grey—if she chooses—is ing milk and drank it. Then he Walked to be my aunt. Besides, bine is my out again. '• ; ’ color," with hi» eyes fixed on the knot of “There i" retorted Kitty. “He took " ribbon at Kitty’s throat my pitcher after alL” . “Mr. Churchill is a very “But he took mine first." ! man." said Kitty solemnly, '“and 1 do “Don’t be shabby. Tilly. If ever any- 1 think Tilly fancies him. Oh, 1 am so thing waa rejected your pitcher waa. glad!" * - "Let’s walk over to the Grey fa ami i wngratuUtt* them." said Hillard. “Nutuxmse. Kit! By all the rul^a of love and war he belongs to me." ‘I ru il Vt*} bOO tut ly re*>- Hi riel Kitty. “What’s that? Us Tutu. L*t* t *- r • V ■Mau bULur tNM glgSliag “Ku, it tm\ T* to tifaJtovvasl farm tut half a< ut op COS ■ ^ ‘ J “ ■ “ r •But,” cried Kitty, "w# will neither of us ever be married if you dors again to allude to the -the two pitcher*." - “No. that we will not*" aid Tilly. And Turn got the iuintrd fishing rod after aU. 9b didn't deaerve it. tat what n«t of a wield would tins half • <tdv nut Uwir in m lives, Mr. and Mrs. Browne engaged hi a lieated dincnfidon. Mix Browne firm* ly refused to give her reason fur remoi» ing at holne. and as firmly inffsted on Mr. Browne remaining with her. Thera was, in fact, a good deal of firmness on both side*. Mrs. Browne did not resort to tears? she never did. Mr. Browne did not rage and fume and use ungentlemanly lan guage; he never did; but their voices grew harder and colder every moment, and as they romj from the table Mrs. Browne said decidedly: “Yon shall not go, Mr. Browno:" to which Mr. Browne replied with equal decision: “Indeed I shall go, Mrs. Browne." Bnt he went down town in a more un comfortable frame'of mind than he had ever experienced as a married ifiaa. Never before ha-1 he seen such a look of firmness on bis wife’fc face, and hejmew by this ti^no that Mrs. Browne was a very determined woman. Bnt he was dog gedly determined to resist her opposition. He would go to the party. * “I guess sheHl hardly hide my drefe suit," he said. •'Butgptiauged if I feel like putting it on and marching off be fore her very eyes. I'm afraid there’ll be trouble if I do. Bnt I shall go, Ml the same, if I—I know what Pil do! Yes, sir: I’ll do it, and well have a big laugh over it afterward, although it wouldn’t be much of a laughing matter if Mrs. Browne knew i intended doing it. But I’ll do it, Kure as guns!" And when Mr. Browne went home to tea the next evening there was tucked away in his vest pocket a little {filial con taining ^ colorless liquid" he bod just purchased at -the druggisf s. “She often puts a few. drops of this in a glass of milk or of water, and takes it when she can’t sleep or v^hen alp has a toothache,-” he said, “and it never failj to send her right1>ff to sleep. 'Now Til manage to put» fev^Hrops of this in her tea tonight She always lies down for a little while after each ideal, and she-ll be asleep before ten minutes to-night, and I can dress and be off without tt^oee keen eye* of her.upon me, and without any disagfeeable argninf of Browne found it easy men tor" fhe gloss of milk hfe- ’ drank at the tea table, bee mmal custom Mrs. on a sofa immediately Browns hod m#Bto4 to “doe* it/