The Horry herald. (Conway, S.C.) 1886-1923, April 01, 1897, Image 4
A PAPER l AAIiMi.
' By MARY HARTWELL OATHERWOOD.
fCopyright, lSUrt, by the Author.)
"Oh, if 1 only hud some paper!"
whispered Marietta Hrittles, rising
from beside the old hair trunk in her
graudfnthcr's garret. Ouco upon a tiino
she had found a 8 cent piece in n crack
of that trunk. But half a Saturday's
probing with a knitting needle failed to
find such treasure again. It is hard to
be 11 years old and an orphan and the
genius of your town all at once, for
when you aro 11, particularly if you are
an orphan, people have ceased to call
you a dear little thing. Only your fa
tlier and moth or know what you need
much more than food and clothes.
To he praised at Bchool and ho railed
a poetess hy ladies with nlbuniN may bo
a line thing, but a genius even at 11 is
a lonesome animal, with crying wants
which tho pooplo around him do not
hear.
The attio echoed that cry, of which
it was perhaps ns tired as Marietta's
folks down stairs, "Oh, I do wish I had
some paper!"
One golden day, when tho schoolmaster
praised her compositions, Oraudfather
Brittles had put his hand in his
pocket and bought her live foolscap
sheets They were an oily, bluo kind,
which took ink reluctantly, but she
made a book out of them, "Tho Hormitess
of Marat od> Moor." It lay now
in the old trunk by tho side of a tan
colored epic written on wrapping paper
and called "The Indian Poetess." Her
coffer of treasures also hel? a number of
poems and short stories, varying in
length from an inch to a quarter of a
yard. Besides, her father's leather notebooks
were thero, his medical lectures
all afloat in the stories his daughter had
written around them. Marietta could
not afford paragraphs. She wrote in one
thick block, punctuating nicely, but
making no breaks for conversation. She
could only admire the spacing of tales
in print and muse on tho wealth of
writers. People who wrote liko that
must have loads of paper. To this little
girl riches took the form of creamy,
smooth stacks of foolscap.
Once her oousin from college made
her an heiress with all his scraps of
pink, blue, green, buff and ivory white
liotn luiecr Xtinh onlHnn ilnpu nn.,,o
dom in a lifetimo. Sho ought to havo
hid Homo of this windfall and doniod
herself the lavish uho of it, bo "Tho
Knight and tho Lady" would not havo
to rido around and around in hor hoad
in repoutod stanzas without a blank
page to receive them.
The poetry about Mrs. Bopo's baby
was written on the very but pink ncrap.
Marietta wished ink could bo wiped off.
Hut while she was ruing she recollected
that Mrs. Bopo had hinted at somo payment
for any piece of writing which
Marietta might bring hor. It was not
pleasant to do poetry to order, yet sho
had enjoyed writing nbout that deur,
dead baby, only she did not want to
road it to tho mother.
Tho force of hor promise and tho
chauco of Mrs. Hope's having writing
paper to uso uh currency took sudden
hold of hor.
She opened tho trunk and took out
the pink baby poem, and hid it in her
pocket \y*th tho loving shame of authors,
and went down stairs to ask if she might
go to Mrs. Hope's.
Grandmother Brittles and tho two
young aunts wero sitting straight in
their chairs, making over muslin gowns
which had to bo handled curefully.
Sometimes Marietta really wished sho
was not a Brittles. It seemed so hard to
live in the largest house in town on tho
g smallest income. If she were one of tho
Smith or Burdon girls, she could be
cheerfully euruing money to buy paper
with. But tho Brittles wero old stock
and great people in their neighborhood.
A Brittles would bo a pattern of gentility
if bo starved at it.
Tho grandmother said Marietta might
go to Mrs. Hope's, and her auntH told
her not to run her shoos over and cut
the uppers. She could walk instead
of run?which strained leather and
started tho pegs?and sho must not tako
her sunbonuet off to slap any schoolmate
with it. Sho could play tag with
her naked band. A child's bands are
tougher than much washed calico.
Mariotta went to Mrs. Bone's without
any desiro to run. Sho usually liked to
play that sho was an Indian princess
rushing on fleet lnoecasins through hor
native woods, and there was not a girl
in school who was swifter on foot. Hut
she stood at Mis. Hope's gate, smelling
the sweet brier which climbed the
house, filled with aching dread that slio
could not herself understand.
Marietta never asked anybody to listen
to what she had written. Him thought
of ln rsolf as two little girls, one within
the other. The outside girl was a romping.
hearty creature, very well satisfied
with life on the playground. The Inside
girl was eager for somo world of libraries
and gentle spoken men and women,
a world in which she might meet and
shyly gaze upon Nathaniel Hawthorne
and Washington Irving and tho great
poet, Longfellow. The inside girl hated
to write in ladies' albums and only did
so because Grandmother Brittles said it
would he impolite to refuse. Hhe did
not expeot anybody else to be interested
in what so delightod hor. It now seemed
to lie the inside girl who hesitated at
Mrs. Bope's gate, half minded to go
back and stuff the baby poem in some
crack of the old trunk.
But Mrs. Bope saw her and oalled
hor into the cool, dark house, pushed tho
auburn hair off her warm forehead and
sat I ?r down in a horsehair parlor ohair.
'. ;ero was always a smell of dried
fln . ersaiid leaf mold in Mrs. Bopo's
hot.jo, and tbo engravings on tho walls
had a stained look liko a high water
murk. Mrs. Bope piuyed on a dulcimer
with a small hummer and was in the
habit of singing many shrill, sad songs
to the nenkincr of this instrument, fthe
was a pale young woman and usually
wore Hashes with her dresson,
8ho nuked about the BrittJes family,
and Marietta answered in the polite
phrases of the village, looking about the
darkened promitea iu vain foranytraoes
of paper. /
"I brought the pieoe you ked me to
write, Mm. Hope," said MaJetta, feeling
hor face scorch.
"Oh, did you?" reeponde^ier hostess
with the indulgent pationcAof grown
women. "Thou you IBfe "
"No, ma'am, 1 oan't," Raid the little
girl, Mending up. "At school we have
to read our compositions. But when we
don't have to I don't like to."
"Then I ought to nay that you will
have to," untiled Mrs. Bope.
"I'll juM give it to you, and I'll go
out mid Hit in the culvert while you
read it. You can call uie back, if you
want it changed."
Mrs. Bope HUtiled unu mi ally. She did
not oppose the small nuthor'H exit, and
presently mailed more through the win
It note seemed to he the inside (/Irl who
hesitated.
dow at Marietta's shoes and pantalets
dangling down the eulvort's stone sido.
Vet in a quarter of an hour she railed
the ohihl and sobbed in the hall over
the auburn head that had instinctively
turned its face away from a mother's
sacred grief.
"Oh, you know just how I felt?it is
ho strange for you to know just how I
felt!" exclaimed Mrs. Hope, trying to
control herself. "I am going to put the
piece in hahy's box of clothes with his
playthings and all."
"I wish I had brought it before,"
thought Marietta, awed by such tribute.
"Thank you so much for writing it,"
continued Mrs. Hope, drying her eyes.
"You're wolcomoentirely, Mrs. Hope.
Hut don't you want it changed any?"
"No. I callod you back to have some
of my sponge cake and peaches. I intend
to buy something pretty for you. What
shall it bo?"
Marietta hud mado up her mind during
the moments she stood in the hall
that alio could not tako pay for this literarv
work?even miner for which ulm
wuh fitiiiisliiiiK- Sponge cake and punches
wore rarely seen at Orandfathor Brittle?',
yet the iiiRido girl made her doel
ino even them. When she had a rare
penny, she never spent it for candy.
Who could do ho when it would buy a
whole sheet of writing paper?
"I don't want anything, Mrs. Hope,"
said Marietta, looking up abashed and
pink from her deep sunbonnet.
Bo, with a mother's blessing on her,
?hu again stepped paperless into tho
outdoor world.
"But how am I going to get any paper
to write 'The Knight and tho Lady'
on?" she whispered to tho Hat, wooded
horizon, tho village streets and summer
sky.
One hand sought in tho depths of her
pocket her last bit of stubby load pencil.
Marietta knew how to make ink last indefinitely
by doctoring it with rainwater
and soot. Of course its blackness
faded out to mud color, but brown ink
is not bad when you are used to it. ller
father's gold pen was hers to use as she
pleased, though her grandmother often
desired her to remember that it was to
lust her a lifetime.
"I believe 1 will havo to write out 'The
Knight and the Lady' 011 the side of our
barn," she began to resolve. "Whon I
get some paper, I can oopy it and scratch
tho place. But if any of tho boys saw
me doing it they might learn it and
shout the lines at 1110 011 the street."
"Whore are you going, Marietta?"
spoke a piping voice behind her, and
sho know before turning that Lucy Torronoo
was running to catch up with
her. Lucy was a weak eyed littlo eroaturo,
with white skin, which never took
wholesomo tan. Marietta was a strong
yokemate, who pulled Lucy through
when tho black man chused them or
kept her from being flung off into spaoo
when the wholo school played crack the
whip.
"I ain't going anywhere," answered
Marietta, putting an arm around Lucy
as Lucy put an arm around her. It was
so natural for two little girls to fall
into a skipping step that she forgot at
first about saving her shoe leather. Sho
^.,1,1 L/v 1 : i i- 1 * *
wuiu ik) jiujijij Y> il M It JJlllJ"I1MT0 II) Rpilt)
of the paper famine. Shu fluid nothing
to Lucy about that, for nobody understands
liow necessary writing papor is
except the person who is hungry for it.
"My mother said I might go to your
bouse and spend the afternoon," revealed
Lucy.
"Then lot'B play with dock leaf
dolls, " responded Marietta with interest,
though the inside girl sighed about
the still wandoring "Knight and Lady"
and that simxith barn board on which
they could not now be sot down.
A green, wide space opened in that
street which no child could pass without
loitering, for in the center of the
space stood a giant walnut troo with a
house in its branches. A spiral stairway
ascended around the trunk to Mr.
Wagglo's front door, ten feet above the
ground. The house was built of light
timbers bolted together with iron, but
it had an elegant finish, and had been
sketched and written about by strangers
and ga'/.ed at by neighbors until its
owner resented the approach of anybody.
The folks ull around were willing
to stay away from Mr. Waggle, but
they would tslk about him. Though he
was called ri;h and a great traveler and
learned in books, they considered it unsocial
of any man to build his house up
a tree.
But Marietta secretly delighted in
Mr. Wugglo, with his air of foreign
lands and his soparntenesH from people
living on tho ground.
Ho had a brown man to wait on him
about whom thero was constant dispute
in tho town. Soino said thiN man was a
struight haired mulatto, others that he
was a Spaniard and yet others that lie
Wu?; according to Mr. Waggle's own
testimcK'y. a Sandwich Islander. Ho
hud a broad, mild face, his hair was cut
straight arou&l bis bead, and though ho
woro thick AijtfGr'Cftn clothes oven in
summer he was'? always wreathing his
hat with flowers. \
Settled pcoplo whl0 bad never been
used to sucb sights coul.d bardly believe
the gentlo Sandwich iV.'andor barmless,
and they felt they on"ilt to watch
him when he did errands/ jr worked in
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yforgrirtah a ? i^ii i fifcitrftr.f
the garden beyond the tree.
Marietta and Lucy stopped without a
word and gazed ut Mr. Waggle'n house.
The door wan shut, though all the
wiudown appeared open. Far back in
the garden the brown man'a ahonldera
bobbed up and down uh he hoed.
The walnut tree aeoined aa full of
munio aa if each one of ita leaven breathed
a Hong.
Step by step Marietta and Lucy approached
the troe. They know they were
not wunted there, but other children
had darml to go up that apirul stairway
leading to ho exclusive a world. If they
had tumbled down again in a hurry,
Murietta wan euro it wan bccauRO they
wero cowardly. Mr. Wagglo had nover
hurt anybody.
"Ho won't care if we go up and nit
by his door, Lucy. I'm Buro I wouldn't
care, if I could mako such munio an
that, who hoard it."
Lucy blinked anxiously, but did as
Murietta did. Thoy felt tho ridges of
walnut bark with tho delightod awo of
explorers, winding around tho ascent.
Flower breaths oamo from Mr. Wag
gle's garden, aiul tho wholo visible
earth was steeped abovo its rim of
woodH in shimmering heat. Tho sun
glared baok from white houses. Leaves
overywhoro held a ripe depth of green,
and Mr. Waggle's house seomod the
harmonious center of nil theso good
things. Muriotta wished it could bo always
summer, for in tho winter you
notice so much more how hungry you
are, and your hnnds actio so at knitting,
and there is a dullness in sunset which
makes you feel heavy hearted going
homo from school, knowing that tho
dinner is eaten and that you will huvo
to tako some scraps in tho pantry.
They woro just sitting down on Mr.
Waggle's top step when tho door flow
open, a loud whistlo like u call was
blown, and thero stood the angry inmate,
whilo musio played on behind
him.
Marietta was aware that the brown
man answered and ran from the garden.
She stood and shook with Lucy, but
tried to l>o dignified.
"Wo didn't want to disturb you, Mr.
Waggle. We were only listening to your
musio. You play it so nicely. "
" Yes," responded Mr. Waggle, putting
hiH knuckles in his side and lifting
tho comers of his noso. "Only 25 of
you havo been up this stairway today.
Any boys down there, Aloha?"
"No boys, master," answered tho
brown man.
"Then go back to your pluuts," said
Mr. Waggle, and lie reached down from
v.;o ?i ' J -i???
in uv>vi?nivijj v? iwi uuoiiiKi'n'u uoxieruy,
pulled Marietta and Lucy into his
house, and looked the door.
Lucy oriod in a high, tiny squoal
like a guinea pig, hut Marietta told hor
Mr. Waggle would not hurt thom.
lie stood and looked at them with the
fez pushed hack from his forehead. He
always wore a jacket and fez. IIjh faco
was Beamed with many wrinkles, yet it
had no look of age.
"There are ten music boxos here,"
Haid lie, "and 1 intend to keop thom
playing until 10 o'clock tonight. You
will get enough of the nice music."
Though Marietta was appal led at the
thought of staying thereuntil 10o'clock
at night, and Lucy squealed in a higher
key, they saw tho sumptuous room Mr.
Waggle inhabited, its floor like polished
glass, spread with tufted rugs and its
space divided by rich screens into many
little apartments. Square windows and
squure mirrors alternated until the
house Boemed many times expanded.
Light bamboo sofas furnished the space
not shut in by screons, and Murietta
thought nothing was lacking to this pulaco
but paper.
The music boxes played like enchantment,
aud Mr. Waggle spoko us if they
were working a spell.
"Now, whutc.ui yo i do," said ho,
"to breuk t..? ?l,.;:m and ;,.-t out beforo
10 o'clock
The girls were silent. This was their
nearest approach to the queer citizen of
the tree, and ho was quite dilToreut
from other folks.
"Can you dunce a cachuca?" demanded
Mr. Waggle.
Marietta hud read of the cachucu, hut
her family had nover let her dance anything.
"Can you whistle an entire opera?"
"If I did, my mother would whip
me," sobbed Lucy.
"There is but one ohanco left," said
Mr. Waggle. "Can oithor of you rnuko
a rhyme?'
"Yos, sir; I can," responded tho
genius quickly.
"8ho can," testiliod Lucy, showing
red eyes above a moist apron.
"I mean," added Mr. Waggle severely,
"a long rhymo out of your own
head. It must bo at least three stanzas
long, with six or oight lines in a stanza.
''
"I can do it," said Marietta. At Inst
"The Knight and the Lady" would
como to paper I Her eyes shone, and sho
stood like an athlete ready for uction as
Mr. Wagglo moved a Hereon and allowed
her a desk furnished with every blessing
a hungry author could desire.
There were even paperweights of
curious design and painted quills and
Ivory uud silver knives to distract tlio
eye. But what were these compared to
tho piles and pilos of creamy paper, the
other stacks of thin, firm loaves and
beautiful tinted sheets visible in that
open desk?
Marietta made three copios of "The
Knight and the Lady" bcforo she got
one free of blots. It was wicked to spoil
pnpor, but wo aro all prone to wallow
recklossly when wo find ourselves In
sudden clover.
She was at last ready to tap on a
screen behind which Mr. NVagglo had
retired. Tho music boxes played on in a
tangle of tunes. Ho put on his eyoglasses.
Lucy waited on a sofa, and
Marietta waited beforo him. She conld
see tho summer land far out of the windows,
and her own cngor, pink, hair
touzled face repeated and repeatod in
tho mirrors around.
When Mr. Wagglo had read "The
Knight and tho Lady," ho looked
searchingly at the author and demandod :
"What made you write this?"
"Becauso it's tho first chance I've
had to write it," sho answered truly.
"Do you often make rhymeH?"
"Yes, air," oonfeaaod tho little girl,
hanging hor head. But she hastened to
add, "I would rather write thingB down
in stories without any rhyme, only it
takes so tnuoh paper."
"And you write stories too? And they
don't try to whip it out of you at
obool?"
Marietta was used to indifference and
i
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t
Hdicnle, bnt hardly to Condemnation
And Mr. Waggle really wciiicd tierce.
She plaited the bottom of her apron ant
muttered that the girls liked to hav<
her help them with their composition*.
"Don't you ?ee what this will brinj
you to?" demanded Mr. Waggle.
"You'll be everybody's drudge. Th<
trouble of the whole world will rui
through you, and if any profit comes o:
it in the course of time your gloriou;
star spangled banner country will ris<
to the occasion and rob you by its laws.'
Marietta flung the bottom of hei
apron ugainst her face and burst int<
sobs. .She had lived a pinched life, anc
tho prospect which Mr. Wnggfo set be
fore her must be terrible indood. Bui
she jerked the truth out of her laboring
breast:
"I ca-ca-cau't help it. I g g got tc
write?what comes in my head?if 1
have to write it on tho barn!"
"That alters the ouestinn. " said hei
tonnontor, his voice taking a tondoi
tone. "Now, I'll give you a dollar foi
tl>iH rhyme I hold in my hand. I know
frgloo club that would liko to have il
for a song."
The sympathetic squeal of Lucy and
tho oouvuIkivo nobbing of Marietta won
silenced an if by magic greater than
tho magic of tho musio boxen. Tho musio
boxes played on with chimoH of little
bollH.
Only a nnturo instinctively self sustaining
can boar well being lifted from
despair to astonishing prosperity. Mr.
Waggle himself smiled at tho tears and
laughter in tho face before him. Hut a>
ho felt in his pocket for tho dollar she
intercepted the motion.
"Oh, Mr. Wagglo, won't you give
ine a dollar's worth of papor instead of
tho money?"
With her sincere oredulity she never
doubted that Mr. Waggle was really
buying her "Knight and Lady" for a
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"And yon write etorlcs tooT"
glee club. It Boomed a proper thing io?
a gloo club. Ho was always kiud to hoi
from that day, yot years had to hring
hor insight before she saw through the
gloe club story.
lie now hesitated with the dollar in
his hand until Marietta mado hor oase
clearer.
"Yftu know, Mr. Waggle, if I have a
dollar's worth of papor, I have it. But
u dollar in money might go to pay for
shoos or hats or something yon don't
need as you need writing papor."
"That's truth itsolf," said Mr. Waggle.
"Wo will guard against any such
misfortune."
Wealth, white and uncrumplod, an
armload of wealth, burdened Marietta
as she Hew down tho spiral staircase tc
the street.
"I beliovo there's enough to last me
till I'm grown up!" sho panted in her
excitement to Buoy, but Lucy was
scarcely over the fright, and really did
not see anything to rejoice over.
"I bought live butter scotches for fi
cents last week, " sho observed. "And
you might have got a chunk of rock
candy as big as your list for a cent."
"Oh, Lucy," pleaded the genius,
"how could I wasto a copper on candyi
But I tell you what I'll do, Luoy?1
ain't stingy. I'll give you all for yourself
live great, big, white sheets of my
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the tens of thoushands who have used
this remecy for la gripo, wo have yet
to learn f a single case having resulted
In phuemonia, which shows conclusivley
that this romedy is a certain
preventive of that dread dhease. It
will effect a permanent cure in less time
than any other treatment. The 25 cent
ice for sale by Dr. E Norton, druggist.
b im"
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I THAT THE
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IS ON THE
WRAPPER
01 EVERY
BOTTLE olf*
I Caitorla ia pat ap In ono-slze bottles only. It
: li cot told In balk. Don't allow anyono to toll
you anything else on tbo plea or promiso that it
ia "Juat ai good" and "will answer every purj<
poie." *#"8ee that you get O-A-S-T-O-B-I-A.
' YhjfM- ct
' wrappar.
0 EXCHANGE
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DR.
Horses.
Bros. & Co.
LEE, S. C
1 ?The director of tho mint estimates
that thero will bo an increase in tho
output of gold for the present year as
i compared with last of over ton mil
lions.
FROM CRIPPLE UUEIC.
1 After tho big firo in Cripple Creek, I
took a verry Hevoro cold and tried
many romediea-without help, the cold
only becoming more settled. After
( using tnroo small bottles of Chamberlain's
Congh Remedy, both the
cough and cold left me, and,in this high
altitude it takes a meritorious cough
remedy to do any good.?G. 13. Henderson,
editor Daily Advertiser. For
sale by Dr. E. Norton, druggist.
1 OA8TOIIIA.
ISiST
Bucltleii'fl Arnica Halve.
The Best Salve in the world for Cuts,
Bruises, Sores, Ulcers, Salt Rheum,
Fever Sores, T>tter, Chapped Hands.
Chilblains. CdM 4 and all Skin Eruptions,
and positively cures. Piles r
ne pay required. It is guaranted to
give perfect satisfaction, or money refunded.
Price 25 cents per box. For
sale at K. Norton's Drugstore.
?The deepest gold mino in the
world is at Eureka, Cal., and is 2,290
feet deep. Tho deepoet silver mine in
at Carson City, and has a depth of 3,300
feet.
CASTORIA
For Infants and Children.
f?TiHt"tJil
CcAvtAfS,TRADE MAKks3#
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hon sho was a Child, ?ho cried for Caatorla. Ilicl
lion Bho became Ml**, nhe clung to Castoria.
hen Blie had Chlldron, she gavwtkeui Castorl*.
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GROVEL
CHILL
TUNIC
IS JUSTASCOOD FOR ADULTS.
WARRANTED. PRICE 50cts.
Oxr;X,riA,li.L8.,NoT.iO, 18M. s
Paris Modlolno Co., 8t. Louis, Mo.
Oentlomen:?We Bold last yoar, 600 bottles of
OHOVB'8 TA8TKLB88 CUILIi TONIC rod hnr??
lioiiKlit threo ktosb ulrondy this year. In ail our experience
?>f 14 years, In tho drug buslnt s. have
never sold nn nrtlole that cavi such univei .>al satla*
'action as your Tonic. Yours truly,
Auxet, CAit* A Co.
Sold on its merits : Nocuie o t
E. Norton. Di uppiet, f'rnv f- ( .
Wise
Hen
profit by the experience of )
others. There is an object
lesson in the following letter
for those who hesitate to invest
in life insurance.
Gnn>^if..'l.r:, 8. An,i. 23, 1808.
Mr. W. J. Um.kkv, Hock Hill, 8. C.:
I >onr 81 r: ?Y our favor ot t lie '21st, enclosing
new policy lias been received,
and I w ill rein It pronilutn on receipt of
settlement of old policy. I ant very well
pleased wlllt tbo results of my other
policy, and ' u t ilmnk you for your
Kind attention and favors shown mo.
Yours truly, N. C. I'Oli,
This is but one letter of
thousands that can be shown, 1
| all expressing the same satis- f
faction. Write and get an
explanation of the Tontine
Policy of the 1
Equitable Life,!
a policy that insures you
against misfortune; protects
you in old age ; provides for
your at your death.
\V. J. RODDEY, Manager,
For the Ctirolinaa, Rock Mil!, S. C.
Atlantic Coast Line.
WILMINGTON, COLUMBIA ANl> A l.'U ITS
TAR.R. CONDENSED SCHKDU I.S.. IN
EFFECT JAN. 19, 1897.
Going South. No. 55. No. 3i
Lv|Wilmington *3 35pm
Lv Marlon >1(5 pin .. .
Ar Florence (145 pro .
Lv Floroneo *7 15 pin J 5 an.
Ar Sumter 8 43 pin 13 ar
Lv Sumter 8 45 pin S? 35 am
Ar Columbia 10 05 pro 10 65 am
No. 53 runs through from Charleston via
Central It. R., leaving Lanes8.36 a in, ^aunlng
9.06 am.
Going North. No. 54. Mo. 5.1.
Lv Columbia *5 60 am *5 15 pro
Ar Sumter 7 13 am t!3> pro
No. 83
l v Sumier 7 15 am Mi 40 pm
Ar Florfjyyi 8 35 am 7 55 nr..
liV K' 8 66 am
U,- 9 31 am
Ar ?.?. jLgtou 12 15 urn
Dally.
No. fill runs through to Charleston, S. C., vl;.
Oontral H. It., arriving Manning 7 1 p. ui
Lanes 7 48 p. m., Charleston 9 8(1 p. in.
Truins on Conway Branch leave Chadbourn
IU.40 a m, arrive Conway 10 p in,
returning leav? Conway 2.25 i> in, arrive
Cliadbourn 155 p in, leave Chndhourn 5.20 p
in., arrive at U ub 0.00 p m. returnin leave
Hub 8.30 a m. amvo at i nadboum 9.15 u
m. Daily exctfpt.
JOHN F. DIV1NK. Oon'l lupi.
J H. KKNLY, Oen'l Manager.
T M. RMRR80V, Trnfflo Munwiror ^ .
SoheduL of Local Mail Routes.
ROUTE NO. 20273.?From (JulivanD Ferry
to Conway, mail arrives 1.45 p m. on >iondm,
Wednesday and Friday; loaves al
2 30 p ui on same days. Mail closi s at
2.95.
UOIJTK NO. 20280.?From Conway to Biroway,
N. 0., mail arrives at 4:30 p m on
Tuesday,Thursday and Saturday; leaves
st 5 p in on saint) days. Mail closes at
4:55 p in.
RODTTC NO 20281.?From Conway via
Forney, Jordanville, Oideon, l.ubnna and
return, mail arrives at 7 p n on Tuesday,
Thursday an Saturday; leaves at 0 a m
on Monday, Wodnesday and Friday. At ail
closes at 9 p m.
ROUTE NO. 20283?From Conway to Tort
liarrelson, mail arrives daily at 12 in*
leaves daily at 1:45 p m. Mail closes at
1:40 p m.
ROUTE NO. 20282.?From Conway to Littie
River, mall arrives at 5 p in on Monday,
Wednesday and Friday: leaves at 7
a m Tuesday, Thursday and .Saturday.
Mail closes at 9 p ?.
Wilmington & Conway R. R.
Passenger and freight daily Except Runday.
Southbound?No. 81.
Lt Hub 8 30 nra
I linn m " "
? ?;> Km
Chad bourn fc^jLtyn
Ar Clarendon 11 itT?,h
Mt. Tabor 11 26 pro
Loris 11 60 pm
Banford 12 Oft pm
Privetta 1*2 26 |>m
Adrain 12 30 pm
Ar Conway 12 56 pm
Northbound? No. 42.
Ly Conway 2 30 pni
Adrain 3 00 pm
Privetta 8 06 pm
llayboro 3 16 pm
Hah ford 3 26 pm
Loris 3 10 pin
Mt Tabor .. 4 10 | in
Clarendon 4 30 pm
lr Chadbourn 6 i'O pm
?v Chadbourn 5 16 pm
llion 6 06 pm
lr flub........ 6 2t pm
JL/ACC#MAW LINK 8 IK AM ICRS
xlj -amer will leave her wharf at
!??w ? . . cy Monday and Wednesday
.'or Georgetown at I o'clock
II intermediate points. And
olite ntttfer wharf at Georgetown every
."Id Friday morning for Conway
omens inV touching all interim diut'o
J), T. M'NKILL,
it, all in tifmfltnd Treas., Conway, . C
U. A. MUNNKKLYN,
jftMtpK Georgetown, B.
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