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GENUINE CASTORIA ALWAYS Bears the Signature of The Kind You lave Aways Bought In Use For Over 30 Years .1E CENTAUR COM-PNY. N.W YORK CITY. Friends of Pickens County -OR twenty-three years we have done business to I have tried to give you good service ge ue for Your Money. I have enjoyed a good and Full V from you and ar-preciate it, and ask a con patrona"r of same. My stock is full and complete with "ifluanc all onable Dry Goods, Underwear, Hosiery and Shoe' , Blankets. etc., at as low prices as dependable s 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 'eervice. Notwithstanding ~ I 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 1~ - market I get them, And Seli Them. A. K.PARK, West End GREENVILLE, SOUTH CAROLINA ft ft ftTHE GREAT BLOWRIFlER. 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A Special PrY nSome Colored Goods! r for trade ~2J. nd rick~ The Trey A Novelized Version of the Motion Produced by the 1 By LOUIS JO Auior 4f *7& Fr=m R 4r,""n Ilbstrated with Photographi Copright, 1914, by CHAPTER XXVIII. And the Rose. Taking tie dazed young man by the and, as though he had been a child, I the Reverend Mr. Wright led Alan ack to his study and established him n a comfortable armchair beside his lesk. "Sit there and compose yourself, my lear young friend," he insisted in a ;oothing voice. At the elbow of the Reverend Mr. Wright a telephone shrilled impera !vely. With a gesture of professional patience he turned to the instrument, fted the receiver to his ear, and poke in musically modulated accents. "Yes . . . Yes: this is Mr. Wright. . . Ah, yes, Mr. Digby. . . Not coming? But, my dear sir, 1r. Law is already here. I must tell ou-" He checked with a reproving glance or Alan, who was twitching his sleeve nsistently. "If you please," Alan begged, "let ne speak to Digby at once. Forgive ne-" Reluctantly the minister surrendered :he telephone. "That you, Digby?" "Alan! Bless my soul, what are you oing over there? Is Miss Trine with ou? But how can that be possible?" "Rose? No. What about her?" Alan emanded, stammering with anxiety. "Why-one of my spies has just re rted by telephone. He was going on uty this morning when he saw a oung woman-either Rose or Judith -wearing a rough coat over boudoir ress-climb out of one of the base ent windows of Trine's house. She was apparently in great distress of ind and anxious to escape without eing seen from the house; but before ny man-whose post of observation s in the third story of one of the ouses opposite-could get to the treet, she had been caught by several ough-looking customers, who rushed ut of Trine's house, seized the girl, md made off with her in a motor-car bearing a New Jersey license number. am sending men to watch the Jersey aerries. Call me up in an hour-" - Without a word of response, and rithout a word of apology to the Rev ~rend Mr. Wright, Alan dropped the ~ecever, snatched up his hat, and fled tat house like a man demented. Rose, escaping from Trine's house, verpowered and made the captive of rine's lowest creatures-gunmen poe iibly, of the stamp of that animal hom Trine had charged with the as ~assination of Alan the night before! There was neither a motor-car In iight for him to charter nor any time to waste in seeking one. Alan could ~nly hope to find one on his way back tward the ferry. It must have been pwards of an hour before he came nto a street which he recognized, by ts dinginess and squalor, as that in hich he had thrown Marrophat from he running-board of the taxicab. And then, as he paused, breathless nd footsore, to cast about him for the ay to the ferry, a touring car turned .corner at top speed and slowed to a stop before that selfsame tenement of he unsavory aspect to whose sidewalk e had seen Marrophat assisted by he loafers of the quarter. And this touring car was occupied y some half-a-dozen ruffians in whose ~ands a young girl writhed and strug ~led when, immediately on the stop, hey jumped out and wrestled her out with brutal inconsideration. Like a shot Alan had crossed the street-but only to bring up nose to the panels of the tenement door, and o find himself seized and thrown roughly aside by a burly denizen when e grasped the knob and made as if o follow in. "Keep back, young feller!" his as 3alant warned him viciously. "Keep uta this, now, if you don't want to et into trouble." To the speaker's side another ranged, eyeing Alan with a formidable: scowl. At discretion he stepped back d turned as if persuaded tco mind his wn business, then swung on his heel, ~aught the two in the very act of open ng the door, and threw himself be :ween them. An elbow planted heavily in the pit f the stomach of one disposed of him r the time being. A blow from the shoulder sent the other reeling to the mutter. And Alan was in the tene nent's lowermost hall-a foul and ~vl-odored place, dark as a pit the tant the door was closed, its murk 'elieved only by the flame of a kero gene lamp smoking in a bracket near he foot of the stairs. Sounds of scuffling of feet were au ible on the first landing. Alan ad iressed himself impetuously to the ~tarcase, gaining its top in half a lozen leaps, and only in time to see loor slammed at the forward end of he hall and hear a key turned in Its A cluster of men blocked the way. le didn't pause to wait for it to be ~leared, but threw himself headlong .nto their midst, and by dint of the CLERK'S SALE. tate of South Carolina, ~ounty of Pickens. N COURT OF COMMON PLEAS. J. P. Freeman et al, plaintiffs, vs. Myra Turner et al, defendants. In pursuance of a decretal order In e above stated case by Hon. T. J. 4auldin, dated the 5th day of Decemn per, 1914, and on file in the Clerk's of ie, I will sell to the highest bidder on alesday in January, 1915, during the egal hours for sale, at Pickens C H.,. . C , the following tract of land,towit: All that piece, parcel or tract of land n the county of Pic ns and state afore-I aid, containing fo y-three acres, more r less, and having .he following metes nd bounds, towit: sBeginning on a post ak; thence N 74tW 35.00 .to a rock; hence S 3 1-4 E 6.44 to a pine; thence 20 E 12.00 to a chestnut; thence N 74 E .00 to black oak oji the road; thence S E 11.00 red o; t~ince S 56 3-4 E 4.50 > oblack o;then( ik'E 19.00 to the eginning corn being the home lace of Thomas deceased. Terms, cash P asrs to pay for papers and for re dIg the same. ers of sale must bl. mlied with in ne hour after sale of e land will be A OGGS, HE MOKES ENTINEL. P1 0' Hearts Picture Drama of the Sam. Me Jniversal Fihm Co, SEPH VANCE r &M wt i1Tr Prack &e.n rois Joseph Vance surprise had gained the closed door before they recovered and sought to stay him. Indifferent to them all, he shook the knob and shouted: "Rose! Rose!" Her cry came back to him, a muf fled scream: "Alan! Help! Help!" Backing away with a mad idea of throwing himself bodily against the door and breaking it down, he was sud denly confronted by a hideous mask of humanity-face of man all misshapen, bruised and swollen and disfigured with smears of dried blood and a dirty bandage round his temples, but none, the less vaguely recognizable. The words that streamed from its distorted lips drove recognition home. "Gee, fellers, look't who's here! If It ain't th' guy what threw me off'n that girder this mornin'. Stand back and let me kill th'-" Without the hesitation of a heart beat Alan swung heavily for the thug's jaw. The' blow went solidly home. The man fell like a poled ox. Pandemonium ensued. Rallying to their comrade, the ruffians attacked Alan with one mind and one intent. Murder would have been done then and there had it not been for a rotten banister-rail, which gave way, precipi tating the lot to the ground floor of the hallway. Simultaneously the lamp on the wall was struck from its bracket and crashed to the floor, its glass well breaking and loosing a flood of kero sene to receive the burning wick. The explosion follpwed instantly. In a trice the hallway was a lake of burn ing oil, and hungry flames were lick ing up the rotting wallpaper and eat ing into decayed baseboards and stair treads. Still fighting like a madman, con testing every foot of the way, Alan was borne down the hall and out of the front door. A scream of "Fire!" greeted him as he reeled out into the open. It was echoed by a dozen throats. The doorway vomited men and women of the tenement. They choked it for a time, blocking both egress and ingress. By the time they broke out and left the way clear a solid wall of flame stood behind it. Thrice Alan essayed to pass that barrier of fire, and thrice it threw him back. Then, struggling and kicking to release himself and try again, he. was seized by a brace of able-bodied policemen and rushed fifty feet from the house before let go. Lack of breath checked him momen tarily. He looked up, dashing from his smarting eyes tears drawn .by the stifling clouds of smoke, and saw vaguely at the second story window a woman leaning out and shrieking for help. That it was hopeless to attempt the staircase he well knew. *Drawin'g aside. he endeavored to come to his sober senses, and cast about for some more feasible way to effect the rescue of his Rose. The tenement occupied one corner of a narrow street. Directly opposite, a storage warehouse stood upon the other corner. Before this last was the common landing stage for truck de liveries, protected by a shed-roof. And, suspended from a timber that peered out over the eaves, a hoisting Charged With the Assassination of Alan. tackle dragged the ground with its ropes. It was the work of a minute to con vince a thick-headed policeman that the attempt was feasible and should be permitted. It was the work of less than another minute to rig a loop In he line and fasten round his body beneath the arms. Volunteers did not lack; a couple of husky longshoremen sprang to the ropes at his first call. They heaved with a will. His feet left the ground, he soared, he caught the eaves of the shed-roof, and shouting to cease hauling, drew himself up on this last, backed a little ways down it and calculating his direction nicely, with a running jump launched himself out~ over the street. The momentamn of his leap carried him well out over the heads of the throng assembled in the street and truly toward that window where Rose was waiting. Then its force slack ened. For an awful instant he be lieved that he had failed. But with the last expiring ounce of impetus, he was brought within grasping distance of the window sill. Hauling himself up, he gathered her Into his arms . . . A great tongue of tawny flame licked angrily out of the windows as he swung her back to safety. CASTOR IA li'r Infanits anid Chldren. The Kind You Have Alnas Doughi Bears the Signature of Trespass notices printed on clwt for ale at this oifre. EKNS., SOUTH CAROLINA HODGE'S 5c., Notions,. Und, We Lead The and E NO THING Easley, CH APTER XXIX. Jailbird. The period of restraint in durance vile suffered by one Thomas Barcus in consequence of conduct riotous, un seemly, and -in general prejudiced to the public peace o! the New Bedford waterfront at half-past four in the morning, proved in the -upshot far more brief than had been fondly hoped, not only by his just judge, but. singularly enough, by the misdemean ant himself. Taking everything gravely into con sideration, including a person any thing but prepossessing, the judge reckoned that, in default of a fine of one hundred dollars, a ten-day layup for repairs and repentance was not too much to mete out to the prisoner at the bar. He was sntenced at 10 a. m. and it was little short of 10 p. m. when his post-pran.ial repose was disturbed by the rattle of a key in the lock of the door to his cell., Sitting up, M. Barcus rubbed his eyes and combed his hair with his fin gers. "What did I tell you?" he observed resignedly. "It begins again al:eady Conducted with every evidence of disesteem on the part of his jailers to the office of the warden, he was ac quainted with the fact that his fine had been paid by no one less than the judge himself: then present in portly and solicitous person. "If only you had told me you were a friend of Mr. Digby's," the judge hastened to say as soon as the two were ensconsed in the privacy of the judicial limousine, "I would have known better how to guide myself in this unfortunate affair. "And if you will be good enough to indicate how else I may serve you "Digby didn't offer any suggestions in his wire, I gather?" "One moment: I have it here." "Naturally I'd like a bath and a change of clothes," Barcus pursued while the judicial breast-pocket was beng explored; "and I could do with transportation to New York by the first train out of this God-forsaken hole, and-" "This is what Mr. Digby says," the judge interrupted, laboriously de ciphering the message by the light of a match: "Please see to immediate release of one Thomas Barcus, prob ably in jail in your jurisdiction for riot ing on waterfront this morning. Pay his fine and instruct him to report to me in New York at earliest feasible hour. Give him all the money he wants and look to me for remunera tion-'" "Eh?" Barcus interrupted, sitting up smartly; "what's that last again?" Patiently the judge repeated the sentence from the message. "Thanks. Please don't read farther. You might come to something that would spoil it. It's almost too beauti ful as it stands," Barcus observed. "Law owves- me five thousand or so liquidated damages-but I'll be rea sonable. -Frisk this burg for a fifth of that sum before train time-and I promise to ask nothing more!" His private comment was: "I've sus pected that this was a fairy-tale all along. Now I know it is!" And this phase of incredulity per sisted in coloring the complexion of his mind until, the moment; some hours later, when the train connecting at Providence with the Midnight Ex press for New York pulled out of New Bedford bearing a transformed Barcus -almost impenetrably disguised in a The Hydroaeroplane Is Forced to Land. bath, a shave and a haircut, an outfit of clothing orginally tailored for a gen tleman of discriminating taste, but no whit less disguised in the sense of af fluence that goes with the possession of one thousand dollars in cash. Not until a sound night's sleep had topped off the beginning of his rest in jail did Barcus come down to earth. He demonstrated his return to com mon sense by making a round break fast in Grand Central station before looking up the residence of Digby in the telephone directory. The information he gathered from the voice that answered the name of Mr. Digby over the telephone shook only momentarily Barcus' innate con viction that intimate acquaintance with battle, murder and sudden death was the inevitable reward et associa, tion with this friend of his heart "Aan being married to Rose Trine InJre iya hsvr iu" he bereate skCicaty at hs her minute - anna akanticaln as he emerge 10c., 25c. STORE erwear, Crockery, Supplies, Glasswar< m All on Goods to lollars. Buy Here OVER DOLLJ S. C. from the booth memorizing the ad dress of the alleged officiating clergy man. "I don't believe it; it's too sud den." Forthwith he engaged a taxicab to convey him to Jersey City, at top speed, for an exorbitant reward. And when, from the forward deck of a ferryboat, he beheld a dense volime of smoke advertising a conflagration on the Jersey shore, not far from the waterfront, he shook a moodily sa gacious head. "If Alan Isn't mixed up in that, somehow," he declared, "he's missing a bet for once-and I'm a sorry failure as a prophet of woe and disaster!" There was as much intuitive appre hension as humor responsible for this remark; witness the fact that, on land ing, he risked the delay required to turn aside and have a look at the fire. It proved to be situated in the heart of a squalid slum-a wretched tene ment of the poorest class, whose roof had already fallen in and whose walls were momentarily threatening to go by the time Barcus arrived on the scene. At a considerable distance from him a small disturbance had broken out a clamor of protesting voices lifting about the rumor of the mob-as a number of men, case-hardened roughs one and all, began to force their way in a V-shaped wedge through the throng, making toward Its very heart, the point on the fire-lines nearest the burning building. What this meant, Mr. Barcus had not the slightest idea. But his atten tion was first distracted by the maneu ver, then fixed by the face of a man who was following in the hollow of the V-an evil white face that seemed somewhat vaguely familiar, somehow~ reminiscent of something strange that had happened in the history of Mr. Barcus. At the same time, at the point where the V had paused, a wild uproar lifted up and, coincidentally, a wilder confu sion became noticeable. A cry was audible-"Firebug! Lynch him! Lynch him! Lynch the firebug!"-and at this the mob turned as one man and streamed away In pursuit of an In visible quarry, who chose to attempt his escape by a route directly oppo site to that which would have led him within view of Mr. Barcus. Startled, and of a sudden persuaded that there might have been more in his "hunch" than was sanely to be credited, Barcus started up and was on the point of stepping out of his cab, If with a rather aimless purpose, when he was stayed by sight of that evil white face returning the way It had come-still In the hollow of the lying V, which now made faster prog ress, thanks to the disorganization of the mob by the chase of the alleged in cendiary. And now, Barcus saw, the man of the white face was not alone. There was someone with him-someone whose head was bent and face con cealed, but who seemed to be femi nine. And so, Barcus argued, why might It not be Rose Tine, suffering new persecution at the hands of her unnat ural father's creatures? He was too far away to make sure and attempt any Interference; but he pointed White Face out to his chauf feur as the V reached a touring car on the edge of the mob and the woman was lifted in (unresisting and appar ently In a dead faint), and when the touring car swung round and picked up its heels, the taxicab of Mr. Barcus trailed it as unostentatlously as If It was a pertinacioue shadow. Ten minutes later, from the rear dedk of a ferryboat In midstream-a boat bearing back to New York not only the touring car of White Face, but the cab of Mr. Barcus-the latter gentleman formed one of a small but interested audience witnessing an in cident of uncommon character. He saw a young man, hatless, coat less, almost shirtless, tear down to the edge of one of the Jersey wharves, his heels snapped at by a ravening rabble, jump aboard a square-rigged vessel which lay moored there, And execute a maneuver of despair by climbing up the rigging In a hopeless attempt to escape his persecutors. They were too many for him, and what was worse they were headed by a squad of police apparently as grimly bent on compassing the destruction of their quarry as was the mob. And they swarmed up the rigging after him without a moment's hesita tion. Hotly pressed, the fugitive climbed higher and still higher, until at length he gained the topmost yard; with three policemen not half a dozen feet below him and popping away for dear life, if happily with the notoriously poor marksmanship of policemen gen erally. None the less, there was no telling when some accident might wing a bul let into the young man; and It was evident that he so decided. For, inching out to the end of the yard, he waved his hand toward his persecutors with a gesture of light hearted derision that unmistakably identified him as Alan Law to Mr. Bar cu, and forthwith dropped to the wa ter, feet foremost. Alan later took the water ne tly, came up uninjured and clearheaded, and without an instant's hesitation struck away toward the middle of the Hudson. As this happened the police ran to the stern of the square-rigger, un moored a dory that was riding there, and threw themiselves into it. During the (to Barcus, at least) breathless suspense of that chase, the ferryboat drew stolidly farther and stil farther away from the scene. Bar s could not tell whether, as it mo, th~oleaeidr a el 6jiwj: S-DOLLA Enamelware, - 3, Dolls, Toys, Et Sell for Nickels, and Save the Dif I R Sold in ,th Belti Ty overhauling Alan, or whether the illusion of perspective deceived him. At all events, it seemed a frightfully near thing when the interruption be fell which alone could have saved Alan. Out of the very sky dropped a hydro aeroplane, cutting the water with a long, graceful curve that brought it, almost at a standstill, directly to the head of the swimmer, and at the same time forced the police boat to sheer widely off in order to escape collision. Immediately the swimmer caught the pontoon of the hydroseroplane, pulled himself up out~ of the water, and clambered to the seat beside the aviator. Before he was fairly seated the plane was swinging back into Its fastest pace. With the ease of a wild goose It left the water, mounted the long grade of an air lane, described a wide circle above the bluffs of Weehawken, and swept away southward. In that quarter It was .presently lost to the sight of Mr. Barcus, engulfed in light folds of haze that were creeping In from seawards to dim and tarnish the pristine brilliance of that day. (Continued Next week) Rev. 0. J. Copeland died in Asheville, N. C., Tuesday, De :ember 22, of tuberculosis. 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