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Ci y 0 & 1 lr f •The Premier Preparation” ; ■ / * Tonic, Stomachic* Appetizer, Invigorant an I n Efficacious in Cases of Catarrh. • <- 1,000,000 Botfies Sold m 9 M An Unprecedented Sale \ . • / The Reason is Obvious—Clear. Tanlac has Merit. It is a Medicine That Appeals t< the Best People Ev^ywhere, Men and Wo men Wh<* Judge Its Merits Imaprtially anO Are pleased to Speak Well of it. That is the Reason Why its Popularity Repeats Itself and its Demand is so Phenomenal. The Agency for Tanlac is Awarded to Only One DruuirM in each city or towfl. We are Agents for Walterb o Klein’s Drug St( Everything The Best Phone H M WE ADVISE h Plant Velvet Beans in Your Cc plant a JCARDEN. Plant ONION SKT^. Plant EARLY DENT CORN. Plant HORSE MILLET. Plant/PE A NETS. All the alstvc ccd for sale by TERRY & SHAFFER l ElMILI/KR n°\v in our-Warehouse.. High grad Acid—Soda. (let our prices now. ' • . *» Don t ix*1 > your land. Fertilize! Fertilize! Firtili/.e! All farm products will bring a high price this fall. FERTILIZER FOR f ALE—NOW IN STOCK TERRY & SHAFFE1 * r ~ L. nY-iii'i'DSKi) .By Co If. aund A. M. WM AMmrz . 'ITl® L&gMmg Cotsdliisdtoo’, 1 ” “The BleafHheinmeeiE," EUc. F tin-re’s ever anything we ran, any of us, do fur you, miss, you may make sure we'll be Kbitl to do it,” said the coastguard, in his pleasant Kentish accent - for we were looking out on the Cornish sea, and it is the men of Kent who guard the Cornish sea. I thanked him, and went my way along the narrow sheep-track of a path that belted the cliff above the sea. \Ve v had said our good byes and his last sentence had b«-en an- after thought, as he stood fingering his cap between strong, brown hands.' But it seemed to me, as ihr w aves kept ringing in my ears, when I had left him, that they ha«l held some special meaning, which the look in his eyes had em phasized. Was it possible that the coastguard men, with whom 1 had made friends —my only friends in these sea-washed “faerie lands forlorn”—guessed at the truth? 11 ad tlxir loyal gratitude to me, for the little 1 had done, quickened their,instincts, and made them aware how much I needed help? I needt-d it—yet no one could give it me! f'fftust "dree my own weird.” I looked out over the endless tumult of the gray water, and tears rose to my eyes. Somewhere—far away, no doubt—on that same sea, was the man who loved me, whom I loved, and to whom I was trying to make up my mind to be false. -If'I did the thing that lay coldly on my heart, a burden never absent of • late, he would not knows the real meaning, and that was the worst of all. But eould I do it? They eould not force me, unless with my consent. This was one of the hours w hen evert drop of blood in my veins cried out, “No!” Then, I turned my eyes from the sea to the gates of the “Cliff House,” as it was called, where my step-mother, my little sister, and I had come to live. There she stood, waiting for me, with the sun on the yellow hair that made a saint's halo for the smalli pale face —poor little Winifred, ^tlear little Winifred—my one treasure since I had lost Jack Tryon, and—^the enemy's trump-card. That desperate negation .of mind died into silence, and was con- trkdictgd. Yes, they could force me fo do their will, and they knew it! “Darling!” exclaimed Winnie, her big wistful eyes lighting at sight of me, “I did so want to go out and meet you—it's such a short way to the coastguard station. But mother would-* not let me. She never does let me do anything 1 want to! She’s sitting there in the drawing-room window, watching; and that hateful Mr. Bam-re's in the summer-house, pretending to read, but really spying. I know, and hanging about for you to come back. Oh, dear. I wish wc could run away, don't you?” “I do indeed!” I answered ardently. I couldn't Ix-ar to hear the child rail our father's widow “mother.” But she had been punished for refusing to do so, more than once! - “Couldn’t we—somehow?” • “I'm afraid not, pet.” 1 sail. “You* see. dear old Dad didn’t know how horrid everything would be. He loved Mademoiselle Grandin, and she made him think she was sweet and good. She was so nice to you, before he died, and pretended to be so fond of you, that iii his will she was appointed your guardian until I should marry. Even if I could get you away from under her eyes—which would be very, very difficult—I should not be able to hide you, I’m afraid; and the law could take you from me, and give you back to her, for though she makes you so unhappy, she has never openly done anything cruel enough to justify my stealing you. So things would be worse than l>efore.” “You’d never go and leave me with her alone, would you,* Edna? I'm afraid of her. Her great eyes frighten me. She knows that, I think, and she's pleased. 1 should die if you left me.” “I never will,’ , I said. “But if you married, you eould take me with you. Oh, I wish you would! I w ish you'd marry that nice, handsome sailor, Jack Tryon, who always brought me sweets, when he u«ed to come and see us in London. In-fore Dad died.” “He never asked me, baby,” I answered, and did my best to laugh. “But he used to look at you so! I know he loved vou, almost as much as I do.” “I thought he liked me—I think so still,” 1 said, for somehow it was a comfort to talk of him to Winnie, child as she was. "But unfortunately there's that wretched fortune that my grandfather left me. Jack hadn’t any money, and mine stood between us. I us^-d to hoj>e he'd think differently about it some day, but he went away; and Lady Ronald brought us here— «1 liILsa at least, she brought you, so I had to come. Nobody knows when he'll come back, and meanw hile ” • Winifred was only ten, but she wa.- as clever as she was sympathetic. “Meanwhile, there’s Sir. Barren begging you to marry him. 1 henr*^ what he was saying to you yesterday^ in the summer-house, lie's very hand-' some, too, but not like Jack Tryon His eyes are too much like-tmotherV, don’t you think so?” II I had -often thought of it—and wondered There was a mystery about Paul Barn-re; at least, 1 felt the exis tence, under all the ostentai iotjslv frank revelation of his past made b\ himself and Lady Ronald March, n>\ father’s widow. She was French, ar i had posed as-^Mademoiselle” in tie house where Dad had net her, acting as companion^Fan elderly and distal.* relative of ours. But, for all my fatlet knew to the contrary, she might hav. been married, or widow til, or divorce i more than once before h»* knew her He was impulsive and too ready t (Continued on Page 6) D , We will occupy the H. Zalin store as soon as the t remnants and so-called bargains are disposed of. Wait • * c • • # for our opening announcement. (W W US B. LEVY', anager **************** * Personal Mention * * » * ******** * * *«*•** .Mrs. K D. Lenuwks is spending a few days in Charleston visiting at the home of Mrs. Jackson. Paul W. Strickland, of Smoaks, was the guest of his son. Hugo S. Strickland Monday of this week. Ernest A Marvin, who is planting below Green Pond, spent Monday in Walterboro. t Miaa Ernestine Hill has returned from Florence, where she has been spending several weeks , visiting 1 T friends. Miss Hill is a daughter of Magistrate Hill, of Hound. K. M. Jefferies. Hugo S. Strickland. Lucas C. Padgett and Dr. W. B Ackerman left this morning to be present at Hidgeiand today at the marriage of Rev. Chas. Jones. They made the trip in Mr. Jefferies' car. Mr. and Mrs. D. B. Blaejc, accom panied by Miss Kate Kents.-' spent from Friday to Sunday In Bamberg visiting relatives. Mr. and Mrpf'T. W. Bunch and lit tle son. Carlton, of Augusta, cams to Walterboro yesterday to spend some time w ith Wajilster, Mrs. J. L. Rents, at Hotel Afbert. . Albert, spent the week-erd in Char leston. —O-O*-—“■ T R. Kisher and brother. Ben, of Sidney were among those in town | vesterday. . . . • —o-o —- p M Yarn, of the Sniders section, v.as in Walterboro yesterday, i —o-o— Col .1 W. Hill, of Cottageville. was In Walterboro yesterday. R. M Jefferies, Esq., had profes sional business in Columbia the early part of the week. Heber R. Padgett, Esq., of the ! local l»ar, had hnstnes* In Columbia c early part of the week. —o-o— Mrs. Harry Thayer came up from | Charleston and spent last week tn | Walterboro with Mr. Thayer, who®? I business kept him here during th<» week. —o-0— Mr. and Mrs. A. E. Motjcan, Mis*| | Helen Morgan. Miss Frisley and H. W. Beach, of Wiggins, motored to, Walterboro Sunday, dining at the | Hotel Albert. —o*o—■ Dewey Yarley. of Weeks, who has. I been spending a short time in Sa- 1 vannah and Lakeland. Fla., has re-1 (turned home. 0-0 D. E. Smoak and son. D. M.. of Smoaks. were in Walterboro Satur day on business. Mrs. L. Haselden and children, ac companied his sister. Miss Sallte Haselden; on her return to her home at Hemingway, after a most pleas ant visit to their home in Waltcr- boro. They left Saturday afternoon. ——0-0 •" ~ X. J. Trowell, of the Great Swamp section, was in town Saturday. An automobile party from Jsland- ton In Walterboro Monday consisted of the following well-known citizens of that section of the county; A. Q. Lyons. Dr. R. A. Hudson. J. 1. Sin- eath, Henry Mills and Willie Kinsey. Nebraskan Says It Is Greatest Ever Over Bad Country Roads. C. A. Rossetery, of Valentine- Neb., is one of the leading boosters of Dodge Broth ers cars in that section of the country. Writing in to the factory, he says: - k * ’ * ... . , “I think the Dodge Brothers car is a wonder, especially in this country, where you ha\'e.to buck sand every trip. My work is always in the sand hills and I have to cover a about one hundred square miles of the worst roads on earth. “I have driven my car over 6,000 miles without a breakdown, something never done with any other car over these same roads. In the sand hills I go from 13 to 15 miles pef gallon of gas. If I went north on the hard roads I would average between 18 and 20 miles.” This Car Is Sold By A. Wichman & Son .♦ YN, . ' . / . ' • ■ '■ r' « i " Walterboro, S. C.