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GENUINE CASTORIA ALWAYS Bears the Signature of The KindYou lave lways Bought In Use For Over 30 Years THE CENTAUR COMPANY. NEW YORK CTY. t riHns 0 Picken Collntyl FOR twenty-three years we have done business to gether, I have tried to give you good service and Full Value for Your Money. I have enjoyed a good patronage from you and appreciate it, and ask a con tinuance of same. My stock is tull and complete with all seasonable Dry Goods, Underwear, Hosiery and Shoes, Blankets. etc., at as low prices as dependable goods can be sold. We Do Not Talk War. Europe will take care ot its war. We war against High Prices and try to give values and service. Notwithstanding prices on Shoes have advanced, we still sell at Old * Prices. .-. Our Underwear and Blankets will keep you warm. .-. All goods as advertised. .-. I pay cash for my goods, so when there are bargains on the market I get them, And Sell Them. $A.K.ARKWest End GREENVILLE, SOUTH CAROLINA All PEPSI-Cola crowns bearing the word "Greenville" on inside under cork disk will be redeemed at 5c each. Ask the Merchant There's a great reason why you should drink PEPSI-Cola. It is healthful. EVERYT HING which it brings you is 100 per cent. PURE benefit and enjoyment. Flavor is delicious---rare. Effect is wholesome, satisfying quick to refresh. It QUENCHES thirst with its 9 tart, fruit flavor. "There's a Difference" -~Vven the Smali Boy Knows and aporeciates our Grocer-+ + ~ies. His scent is keen after the "'good things" to eat, 4 ai d we welcomnehis friend- 2 * ~- ship. One thing we wish+ to impress upon parents - * , they can send their children here with the posItive as- T '~. ~ su rance that the youngsters -L Swill be served as faithfully X as if they came themnselves. ? We treat the "kiddies" 4 :. righ t and our patrons know? 1Plokens Hadar Grsr a. Oosmpany * +Pickens, South Carolina Goods to Meet THE CHEAP PRICE OF COTTON Boys' Suits from $1'25tocr ~------------- 75 Men's Suits from $8.00 to -. * Hats from 25c to..--------------------------- 3.50 * A lot of $.i25 Hats for_--_-...-----------------50 All 50c Shirts for-----.-.--------------- ----- 15ec per pound for frying chickens up 30c; Hens, 10Oc per pound up to 40c. 30c paid for eggs. A lot of Chattanooga Plows and Points. Yours for trade J. W. Hendricks PSRAT BLOOD PURIFIER. alA phr1Yfor Bheumuatism, Blood Poisoni and alBI all Druggists $.00. PNCOSaana. a -.-------.. CO.. Savannah. Ga. The Trey A Novelized Version of the Motlo Produced by the By LOUIS Ji Author W-Th Foem Hahmm. Ilastrated with PhOto9rap copyrtgh, 194, b; CHAPTER XXII. The House Divided. Alone in that strange place of si. lence and shadows-that den of the devil's livery, crimson and black chained to the invalid chair wherein, day in, day out, for years on end, he had suffered the Promethean torments of the life that would not die out of his wretched, wrecked carcass, though without ceasing sharp-beaked envy, hatred, malice and all uncharitable ness pecked insatiably at his vitals: Seneca Trine sat waiting, with the im passivity of a graven figure waiting on the Imminent hour of ultimate avengement for the wrong that had made him what he was. "Another hour! . . . In sixty minutes more they will be here, Judith and Marrophat and Rose-poor fool! -and him! . . . In sixty minutes more they will put him down before me, bound and helpless, if not dead A slight pause prefaced words that were a whimpered prayer: "God send that he be not dead! Have I lingered .. .. . . ". .... Rose Turned on Her Passionately. here in anguish all these weary years for the fulfillment of my revenge only to be cheated at the end by Death? God grant that Alan Law may be laid down still living here at my feet! A bitter smile twisted his tortgred features: "Then shall my will be done to him! And then, when I have seen him die as his father died-then-Ah, God!-then at last I too may die! There was a long silence, then a groan of exasperated protest: "Why do they not come? Why does Judith delay, when she knows how I suffer! Why have I been put off from day tf day with her telegrams that begged for mnore time and promised every thing-but told nothing!-until yester day. . . . Where are those mes sages she sent me yesterday?" His one sound hand groped out like a claw and sought a mass of papers on the desk beside him, sorting oul from among them two yellow forms. Painfully he blinked over these and slowly his pain-bent lips conned their wording; "'Alan and Rose safe with me-will bring both home tomorrow night with out fail,' " he read the first aloud; and then the second: "'Have motorcaa waiting for me tomorrow morning from three o'clock till called for Neil Bedford waterfront-Judith.'" "No!" he affirmed with the fervor of one persuaded by his own desires: "I must not doubt the girl! She has promised, she has performed: So still was he, Indeed, that he seemed to sleep,, but so deceptive was that semblance that he was alert for the least sound. The girl entered soft ly, as if fearful of disturbing his slum bers; but she found him with head erect and eyes a-blaze. "Judith!" he cried, his great voice vibrating like a brazen bell. "At last! Where is he? You have brought himl Where is he?" With no more answer than a sigh, the girl drooped her head and let her hands hang limply with palms ex posed. After an instant of incredulous dis appointment the man shot a single, frigid question at her: "You have failed?" "I have failed," she confessed. "Why?" She shrugged slightly. "Who knows why one fails? I did my best: he was too much for me, outwitted me at every turn. Time and again I thought I had him, but always he escaped, either by his own wit and courage ox with another's aid. Only yesterday night they were all three in the hol low of my hands-but now I bring you only Rose." She faltered, awed by the glare of his infuriated eyes. "Let me explain,' she begged He snapped her short: "You cannot explain. The thing is impossible, that you should have failed. There is some thing beneath this, something you will not tell me." She endeavored to speak, but he en. forced silence with a sonorous "No! His hand sought the row of buttons on the desk and pressed one long. Almost instantly a servant glided noiselessly into the room. "My daughter Rose-have hex e ome at once!" In another ~mment the replica o1 his daughter Judith was ushered intc ai' presence. BoggsgSmith Mr. Martin gmith and Mist Christine~ Bog were marriec last week by .B. J.' E. Crim The marriage . place at .th< home of the bric iri Liberty Many friends are c neratulating the young couple1 'and poshn them a longr, ha yadpo perous life. THE PICKENS SENTINEL I 0' Hearts m Pictur Dram of tho Same Name Unvrsml Film Co )SEPH VANCE M~ BaM &01,""Tm MBM't61& is fnre the Pkture Prodani Louis Joseph Voce 'Upon this one he loosed the light nings of his wrath without ruth. Rose suffered him In silence. His most galling recrimination educed no retort from this one. In a lull in Trine's tirade, Judith chose to interject: "Don't be so hard on the silly fool: she's not responsible; she's sick with love for that good-look Ing simpleton!" "And you!" Rose turned on her passionately-"what about you? If I love Alan Law, at least I love him openly. I am not ashamed to own it and I don't pursue him, as you do, pre tending I mean to sacrifice him to a wicked family feud, and then spare him every time I meet him, to lead him to believe I haven't the heart to injure him-as you do, hoping so to work upon his sympathies and earn a kindly word and a pat on the head from his hand!" Fiercely she leveled a denunciatory arm at her sister. - "There!" she cried to her father-"if you need to know there stands the daughter who has betrayed your faith-as I have not, who have never even pretended to approve your villainy!" "I think," Trine announced in a voice of ice-"I have learned now what I needed to know." His fingers sought the row of but tons; and when a servant responded, he inquired: "Mr. Marrophat has returned?" "He is in the waiting room, sir." "Conduct Miss Judith to him and tell him I hold him personally respon sible for her safe-keeping. He will understand." And for a long time thereafter the father, alone with the daughter who had been estranged from him sixee birth by every Instinct of her nature, essayed in vain to break down her mutinous silence. At last Trine summoned two of his creatures and had her led weeping from the rooms to be held prisoner in her bedchamber on the topmost floor of the house. CHAPTER XXIlI. A Sporting Offer. Some two hours later, that same evening, Mr. Alan Law, very much alive and, in spite of a complete new outfit of ready-made clothing, looking much more like himself than he had In a fortnighti, issued forth from the Grand Central station, hailed a taxi cab, and had himself conveyed to the Hotel Monolith. But if he looked his proper self once more, it speedily was demonstrated that his wish was otherwise: for after learning from the room-clerk of the Monolith that a suite was being held in the name of Arthur Lawrence, that was the name Mr. Law inscribed on the register. . On the other hand, It was his true name that he gave to the person whom he called upon the telephone immedi ately after being shown to his rooms. But then he was speaking to his old friend and man of business, Mr. Digby. Within another ten minutes this last was in conference with his employer: "I think you must be out of your head," he Insisted nervously, once their first gree,tings were over. "You might just as sensibly throw yourself from the top of the Metropolitan tower as come to New York while Trine lives and knows you're this side the water." "Nonsense!" Alan laughed. "Remem ber this is New York-not the back woods of Maine!" Alan paused and smote his palm with a remorseful fist. "By the Eter nal, I'm forgetting Barcus!" "Barcus?" "Chap whose boat I chartered In Portland-sheer luck on my part: he's on. of the salt of the arth. First, something must be done for the boy. You've got influence of some sort In New Bedford, surely?" Digby reflected: "Some. There's George Blaine, justice of the peace-" "The very man. Telegraph him In Barcus' Interests Immediately. And telegraph Barcus as well-send him a hundred for expenses, and tell him to join me here In New York as quick as he can!" "Your friend's address?" Digby In quired, mildly ironic as he sat down at the desk and fumbled with the sup ply of stationery. "New Bedford jail, of course!" Alan chuckled-but cut his laugh in two as something fluttered from the pack of envelopes which Digby had disturbed and fell to the floor between the two men. Face up, it grinned sardonic mock ery of Alan's confidence: it was a trey of hearts. With an ashen face and a trembling hand, Digby stooped to pick the damned thing up; but Alan was be forehand with him, and got his fingers first upon the card. "Now will you believe?" Digby de mauded huskily. "In what? A simple coincidence?" Alan flouted. "Not I! Who knows I'm in New York-or that the Arthur Law rence for whom your agent engaged these rooms was Alan Law. No, my friend: it's a bit too thick for me. Take my word for it, this is nothing more nor less than a souvenir of a poker party held by yesterday's tenant of this suite." "Perhaps-perhaps!" Digby assent ed, stroking tremulous lips. "But I'm afraid for you, my boy. Who knows that Trine's spies were not watching my man when he made this reserva tion? Who knows but that 'Arthur Lawrence' was too thin a disguise for Alan Law? I tell you, I'm frightened to the marrow of my old bones! Do me this favor at least, my boy: now that you've been warned, whether by accident or design-we won't argue that-do leave town-go Incognito to some quiet place near by and walt Notice of Final Settlement and Discharge Notice is hereby given that I wIll make application to J. B. Newbety, Esa., Judge of Probate for Pickens county, in the State of South Carolina, on the 18th day of December, 1914, atll o'clock in the forenoon, or as soon thereafter as said application be heard, for leave to make final settlement of the estate of W. N. Hendricks, deceased, and ob tain discharge as administratrix of said estate. MRs. M. T. HENDRIX, 32 adaministratrix. ?IGKENS, SOUTH CAROLINA HODGE'S 5c., Notions, Und We Lead Thei and D NO THING Easley, there for the sailing of the next trans atlantic steamer. Oh, surely you can't deny me this one wish of my fond old heart, my boy!" With a gesture of unfeigned affec tion Alan dropped a hand on Digby's shoulder. "There's nothing on earth I would not do for you," he said: "you've been a father and a mother to me ever since I can remember, even if we were sepa rated, most of the time, by three thou sand miles of salt water. But this thing-I can't do. it, even for you. I can't do it even for myself. Rose Trine is here in New York, in the hands and at the mercy of her father and sister: and you may judge what their mercy will be when you learn all that she has done for me. I won't go and I can't go until I find her and take her with me. And that is final." "Then," Digby struck in, grasping wildly at a straw of hope, "I have your word you'll go, providing I find and re store Rose to you?" "You have my word to that, unques tionably. Bring Rose to me, and I'll gladly shake the dust of New York from my shoes, and never return till Trine is put away comfortably in his grave." "It shall be done," Digby promised. "It must!" "You believe that?" "In twelve hours Rose shall be re stored to you." "Will you make a book en it? I'll bet you something happens-and hope I lose Into the bargain. If you believe you can carry out your promise, wire the White Star line to reserve the best available suite on the Oceanic, sailing tomorrow morning at ten and make arrangements for a mar riage before the boat sails." "I'll go you." Digby agreed: "and if I fail, I forfeit the cost of the reser vation. But about this marriage--" -He hesitated. "You'll have to have a license in this state-and can't get one except Alan's Appearance at by applying in person with your bride to-be. There won't be time-" "Then we'll marry in Jersey!" Alan insisted. "Dig up some clergyman over there, if you don't know one your self-" "Oh. I'm well acquainted with the very man!" CHAPTER XXIV. The Time o' Night. Not ill-pleased to be left to his own devices (whose proposed character Digby would never have approved had he so much as suspected them) Alan none the less deferred action until after midnight. And espionage was all he feared save and except always, of course, fail ure to find his nose. It was about one in the morning when he arrived inconspicuously (but not so much so as to seem deserving of police surveillance) in the neigh borhood of the Riverside dr'ive home of his mortal enemy, a grim white house that towered, stark and tall, upon a corner. His preliminary reconnoisance pro vided little more than comfortless ex ercise. Huge, still, its wall bathed in., the milk and ink of moonlight and shadow, all its windows dark but one-and that one, in the topmost tier. showed only a feeble glimmer, so slight that Alan almost overlooked it. But once discovered, it focused upon itself his thoughts with a power little less than hypnotic. He believed with small doubt that Rose was a prisoner within those walls; that Judithr must have con veyed her there with all speed. I And, this being the presumptive case, that small, high window of the light might well be hers. Directly across the street from the Trine residence, on the opposite cor ner, a colossal apartment structure stood half-finished, stonework to its second story, gaunt iron skeleton rear ing above. To his Infinite disgust, Alan found the guardian very wide awake, very much on the job: no chance here to steal unseen into the building. This in Itself might have been deemed a suspicious circumstance: not for nothing does an honest night watchman so deny the laws of nature and the tenets of his craft. But Alan merely praised the man while cursing the very fact of his existence; and, ac cosing mvrcanme with bank-notes 10c., 25c. STORI rwear, Crockery supplies, Glasswar n All on Goods tc ollars. Buy Here OVERDOLLA S. C. w!hat named an uncommonly stubborn reluctance, r.nd got his way. He could not know that another sk:ulked behind a barrier of lime bar rels and overheard all that passed and, when Alan had ducked smartly into the unfinished building, rose and stole after him with footsteps as noiseless as a cat's and a face that had the sav agery of a tiger's when it was tran siently revealed In a shaft of moon light. At length Alan gained the gridiron of girders on a plane with the lighted window across the way, and crept along one of these, gingerly on his hands and knees, until he came to its end and might, if he cared to, look down a hundred feet to the sidewalks. That view, however, did not tempt; he kept his eyes level; and was re warded with a bare glimpse of a pret tily-papered wall, framed in the lace of half-drawn curtains. And of sudden-whether through fortuity, or instinct, or the psycho logical attraction of his steadfast con centration-the tenant of the room came to the window and stood there for a little, looking pensively out, alto gether unconscious of the watcher in his aerial coign. Again a horrible uncertainty har assed him. Was the woman Rose or Judith? That she was one of these he could plainly see. But which? Dared he assume his hopes fulfilled? With difficulty he detached his hungry vision from her, and drawing from his pocket a small notebook, tore out a blank page, placed this flat on the girder, found a pencil, and with the assistance of a ray or two of moonlight scrawled a message of al most stenographic brevity. When he looked up from this task, she had vanished. Sitting up, astride the girder, he took his watch-a cheap affair he had picked up when reclothing himself in the garments of civilized society, at Providence, that morning-opened the the Hotel Monolith. back of the case, and closed It upon the folded message. Then drawing back his arm, he breathed a silent prayer to the god of all true lovers, and cast it from him with all his might-with such force that It almost unseated him at the end of the swing. But nothing less would have served to bridge that yawning chasm. And the watch flew straight and true, squarely through the lighted win dow and to the further wall. . . At that very instant of his exultation over an obstacle overcome, he heard a sound behind him of heavy breathing. The assassin had come that close upon his prey when Alan turned and discovered his peril. The sames moonbeam which had aided Alan in the composition of his message struck across the other's face. and showed it like a hideous Chinese mask of deadly hatred, with Its eye balls glaring and its lips drawn back from tle~ naked blade gripped between its teeth-a stiletto nothing short of a foot in length. With a sharp, startled movement, Alan swung himself bodily about, so that, seated again astride the girder, he faced the assassin who sat up, straddling the girder, his feet hooked beneath it a stiletto poised in his right hand to strike. But even now Alan was In little or no better case than before. If he faced the thug. he faced him with no arms other than his bare hands. He had not even a pen-knife in his pockets. With a low cry of desperation Alan snatched off his hat, a soft and shape less felt affair, and flung it squarely In the fellow's face. Before he could recover-before, that is, It dropped away and cleared his vision, Alan had bent forward and grasped the wrist of the hand that held the knife. He snatched simultaneously at the other hand, but it eluded him. Alan had this advantage, as long as the knife might not strike-that hIs, right arm was free, while the assasgiti had only his left. With this heA~sfrove prsistently to reach his Jkilfe.-handl and possess himself fk'the weapon. As persistently Alayfoiled his purpose by dragging the krdife-hand toward him and swinging it far out to one side. At the same time -he struck repeatedly with his clenchejd right fist at the oth er's face. His iblows did little dam age beyond diseoncerting the other; but this prover a very considerable S-DOLLAI Enamelware, H e, Dolls, Toys, Etc Sell for Nickels, I and Save the Difi 4 R Sold in th Betie factor in the duel. In the end, they served together with that steady, re Eistless downward and outward drag, to break the grip of the man's locked legs. Abruptly he pitched forward on his face along the girder, kicking wildly, grasping at the air. The stiletto fell from an instinctively relaxed grasp, and disappeared. And before Alan could release his hold, or ease the strain upon the right arm of the as sassin, this last had slipped bodily from the girder and hung helpless in space, dangling at the end of Alan's arm-with no more than the grip of five fingers between him and death. The shock of that unpresaged turn brought Alan forward and flat on his stomagh. And the strain on his left arm was terrific. He doubted if he could maintain it for another minute. Nor was there any reason why he should retain it. The end he had de signed for his victim was merely his just desert. And yet Alan could not let him go. Thus the battle began anew-but now it was a battle with a man half crazed and struggling so madly that he well-nigh frustrated the efforts of his resc'ur.. In the upsiot-thc.sassin lay like a limp rag across the girder,_head and arms dangling on one side, legs-and -feet on the other, spent with his teI rific exertions and physically sick with terror. And in this state Alan left him-: he had done enough; let the man shift for himself from this time on. CHAPTER XXV. Changeling. In the vague, chill gray of that dull and desolate dawn, Judith stirred ab ruptly on the couch of a sleepless night, and with the rapidity of one who has arrived at a settled purpose after a long period of doubt and per plexity, rose and bathed and dressed herself in negligee. In the adjoining room she could hear small, stealthy noises-the sounds made by her sister moving about and preparing against the unguessable mo ment when her rescue would be at tempted, according to the information conveyed In that midnight message. For chance had conspired with her insomnia to station Judith in the re cess of her darkened window, Idly viewing the gaunt framework of the unfinished building from an angle -which, when Alan edged out along the girder, showed him plainly in silhou ette against the sky. In Judith's eyes his Identity was un mistakable. She had hardly needed the night-glasses which presently she brought torv bear upon him at the mo ment when he was laboriously Inditing his message-while grim death stalked him from behind. She had seen him throw the watch and had heard the double thump of its Impact with the wall and floor of Rose's bedchamber. And she had witnessed with wildly beating heart that duel in the air able to surmise Its outcome only from the fact that the victor spared the life of the vanquished. The clock was striking six as she left her room: across the street work ingmen were streaming Into the build ing to begin the labors of the day. Brushing unceremoniously past the drowsy and indifferent guard in the corridor outside the door to Rose's room, Judith turned the key that re mained in the lock on the outside, re moved it, entered, and locked the door behind her. Without any surprise she found her sister already dressed to the point of donning her outer garments. Rendered half-frantic by this unex pected interruption, threatening as It did the perilous scheme that Alan had proposed, Rose greeted her sister with a countenance at once aghast and wrathful. "What do you want?" she demanded tensely. "To come to an understanding with you," Judith told her coolly. "There is no understanding possible between us: you know that as well as I.", "Yet one there must be." "I insist that you leave this room at once!" "Insist by all means-and be. damned! I may leave this room-and I may not, dear little sister. But one of us will never leaye it alive." With a start of terror, Rose shrank back from this strange, wild thing that wore the very shape and sem blance of herself. "What do you mean? You cannot mean to murder me in cold blood, Judith?" "Not I!" Judith laughed harshly. "But, since it has pleased Destiny to decree that we must both love one man-let Destiny decide between us and bear the blame of murder!" "Judith!" "One moment!" Crossing to a side table, Judith took up a glass from a tray that held a silver water-pitcher, and returned with it to the table that occupied the middle of the floor. At the same time she opened a hand till then fast clenched and disclosed a small blue bottle wi 6a-rd label shrieking the w 'gPOISON!" "Strychnine," she explained com posedly. "In solution," And emptied the bottle into the glass. A measure of courage returned to Rose. "Do you expect to be- able to make me drink that?" she demanded contemptuously. "Not I-but Destiny, If It will! See here." From a pocket of her dressing gown Judith produced a sealed deck of playing cards. "Let these declare the will of Destiny toward us. I will break the seal, shuffle the cards, and deal," osiery, S. )imes, Quarte erence ese Stores n, S. C. "The one who gets the trey of hearts will drain that glass. Is it a bar gain?" "Never! Oh, now I know that you are altogether mad! "Perhaps. Are you ready?" And Judith made as if to deal. c "No-never! I tell you I refusel" Rose chattered, terrified. "You dare not refuse." "Why?" "Because of this." Whipping a small revolver from an other pocket of her dressing-gown, JU dith placed it on the table, ready to her hand. "You will shoot me if I do not con sent?" "Not you-but him. If you refuse, little sister, I will shoot Alan Law dead when he comes to keep his ap pointment with you." "Ah!" Rose cried in mingled fright and amazement. "How did you And out?" "Never mind. Is it a bargain, now, about the trey of hearts? Remember, I shall keep my word about this pis tol." With a shudder Rose bowed her head. "Deal," she muttered fearfully, "and may God judge between us!" One by one she stripped the cards. from the top of the deck, dealing first to Rose, then to herself e by one they fluttered to the table _ther side the glass of poison, and fell fa ermost. The trey of h fell to Judith. There was an instan ended by Rose, as Judith's hand moved steadily toward the glass. "Judith!" she implored. "Don't-i beg of you-I didn't mean it-I take back my consent-" . "Too late!" said Judith, lifting the glass and eyeing its contents with a strange smile. "Judith! you cannot mean to drink It?"* "Can't I, though?" the other laughed mirthlessly. "Just watch me!" With a strangled cry Rose covered her face with her hands to shut out the sight, stood momentarily swaying, and dropped to the floor in a complete faint,. Delaying only to recognize this phe nomena with a pitying smile for the weakness of spirit that caused it, Jn dith's glance darted through the win- 4 dow and saw that which caused her to stay her hand an instant longer. On the topmost tier of girders of thre building opposite, Alan Law stood amid a little knot of'amused and 'ani mated laborers, one foot in the gr~ t steel hook of the hoisting tackle, both hands clasping the chain that linked It to the gigantic block. And as Judith stared, he smiled at 1 something said by one of those about him, looked, back, and waved a hand to some person Invisible. - Immediately the arm began to ift, the tackle to move slowly through the blocks. Very gently he was swung up and outward. . . . With a cry Judith flung-the poison heedlessly from her, leaped across the room, and snatched up the street ar ments Rose had dropped at her sistersa entrance. In another moment she was strug gling madly into them. Before the shadow of Alan, clinging to the hook and chainfell athwtart the Th oo g etadl inhsoftewidwl teddhsam "Nothn -bt festr, cI beride out upnthe hool, hiSeethrt! Myndr .TImediatelyun steadil incso the window-edge pstee sea, ar. Nthitreto erecp "youo thtisdean'tne! Withoeulteaod th eside "But I thnok, rod them winow ove thae re e ByMay thi an'tea onlya exultd In te wongnthinkan and Alan stepped. walk. "Safe and so, over there the, cared with a home of Ti nute w