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•4 I > ABNER DANIEL By . . . WILL, N. HAR.BEN Author of "XOtjUrfelt” Copyright, 1902, by HARPER « BROS., Who Publish the Work in Book Form. All Rights Reserved - • V 4* I • * ♦ 4* f T f ? \ •h*J**t M f*M > *h 4* 4* 4 , 4 < 4‘4‘ 4* 4* 4* 4*4* 4* 4* 4* 4* 4*4 , + -wvtgT/r r » CHArTER I. |HE yomiK man stood in the Add rond giving diret tions to —7 r -1 a robust n. gro who was plow ing the e'i ti, which in ptiral- lel rows stretched on to the main road a quarter of a mile distant. It was a la autit'ui day. The sun was shining brightly, but the atmosphere had dropped a dim veil over the near by mouuia.n. Even tTie two etoried farmhouse, with its veranda and white columns, to which the field road led up a gradual slope, showed only its out lines. However, Alan Bishop, as he steadied his gaze niton the house, saw the figure of an elderly woman come out of the gate and with a quick step hurry down to him. It was his mother. She was tall and angular and had high cheek bones and small blue eyes. She had rather thin gray hair, which was wound into a knot behind her head, and over it she wore only a small red breakfast shawl, which she held In place by one of her long hands. “Alan,” she said, panting from her brisk walk, “1 want you to come to the house right off. Mr. Trabue hits come to see yore pa again, an’ I can’t do a thing with ’im.” “Well, what does he want with him asked the young man. His glance was vn the plowman and his horse. They had turned the far end of the corn row and were coming back, only the nod ding head of the animal being visible beyond a little rise. “He’s come to draw up the papers fer another land tradw yore pa’s mak- in’. He’s the lawyer fer the Tompkins "Listen to nothin'," thundered lilshop. estate. Yore pa tried to buy the land a yeer ago. but it wasn’t in shape to dispose of. Oh, Alan, don’t you see he's goin’ to ruin us with his fool no tions? Folks all about are a-laughin’ at him fer buyin’ so much useless mountain land. I'm powerful afeerd his mind is wrong.” “Well, mother, what could I do?” Alan Bishop asked impatiently. “You know he won’t listen to me.” “I reckon you can’t stop ’im,” sighed the woman, “but I wish you’d come on to the house. I k no wed he was up to some’n’. Ever’ day fter the last week he's been tidin’ up the valley an’ rollin’ an’ tumblin’ at night an’ chawin’ ten times as much tobacco as he ort. Oh, he's goin’ to ruin us! Brother Abner says he is buyin’ beca’se he thinks it’s goin’ to advance in value, but seek property hain’t advanced a speck sense I kin remember an’ is bein’ sold ever’ yeer fer tax money,” “No. it’s very foolish of him,” said the young man as the two turned to ward the house. “Father keeps talking about the fine timber on such property, but it is entirely too far from a rail road ever to be worth anything. I ask ed Rayburn Miller about it, and he told me to do all I could to stop father from investing, and you know he’s as sharp a speculator as ever lived; but It’s his money." There was a paling fence around the house, and the inclosure was alive with chickens, turkeys, geese, ducks and pea fowls. In the sunshine on the veranda two pointers lay sleeping, but at the sound of the opening gate they rose, stretched themselves lazily and gaped. “They are in the parlor,” said Mrs. Bishop, ns she whisked off her break fast shawl. “(Jo right in; I’ll come in a minute. I want to see how Linda is makin’ out witli the churnin’. La! 1 feel like it’s a waste o’ time to do a lick o’ work with him in thar actin’ like a child. Ef we Ixrth go in together, it’ll look like we’ve concocked some thin’, but we must stop ’Im ef we kin.” Alan went into the parlor on the left of the wide, uncarpeted hall. The room had white plastered walls, but the ceil- lug was of boards planed by hand and painted sky blue. In one corner stood a very old piano with pointed, octag onal legs and a stool with haircloth covering., The fireplace was wide and high and had a screen made of a dec orated window shade tightly pasted on u wo den frame. Old man Bishop sat near a window and through his steel framed nose glasses was carefully read ing a king document written on legal cup itaper. He paid no attention to the entrance of his son, but the lawyer, a short, fat man of sixty-five with thick black hair that fell below his coat col lar. rose and extended his hand. “Ilow's Alan?” he asked pleasantly. “I saw you down in the field as I come along, but 1 couldn't catch your eye. You see, I’m out after some o’ your dad's cash. He’s buying hisse’f rich. My Lord, if it ever does turn his way he'll scoop in enough money to set you an’ your sister up for life! Folks tell me he owns mighty near every stick of timber land in the Cohutta valley, an’ what he has he got at the bottom figure.” “If it ever turns his way,” said Alan. “But do you see any prospect of its ever doing so, Mr. Trabue?” The lawyer shrugged his shoulders. “I never bet on another man’s trick, my boy, and I never throw cold water on the plans of a speculator. I used to when I was about your age, but 1 saw so many of ’em get rich by paying no attention to me that I quit right off. A man ought to be allowed to use his own judgment.” Old Bishop was evidently not hear ing a word of this conversation, being wholly absorbed in studying the de tails of the deed before him. “I reckon it’s all right,” he finally said. “You say the Tompkins children are all of age?” “Yes, Effie was the youngest,” an swered Trabue, “and she stepped over the line last Tuesday. There's her signature in black and white. The deed’s all right. I don’t draw up any other sort.' Alan went to his father and leaned over him. “Father." he said softly and yet witli firmness, "1 wish you'd not act hastily in this deal. You ought to consider mother's wi.-ias, ami she is j j nearly districted over it.” Bishop was an Try Ills massive. ; ■ •lean she v< • f >. c v i ’ "i'd like to know v at h i eon a tier fer,” In said, “in a matP r < ihis kind a wom an's about as responsilee as a suckin’ baby.” Trabue laughed heartily. "Well, I reckon it's a good tiling your wife didn't hear that or she’d show you whether she was responsible or not. I couldn’t have got the first word of that off my tongue before my wife would ’a’ knocked me clean through that wall.” Alfred Bishop seemed not to care for levity during business hours, for he greeted this remark only with a frown. He scanned the paper again and said, “Well, ef thar’s any flaw in this I reckon you'll make It right.” “Oh, yes, I’ll make any mistake of mine good,” returned Trabue. “The paper’s all right.” “You see.” said Alan to the lawyer, “mother and 1 think father has al ready more of this sort of property than he can carry, and”— “1 wish you and yore mother ’d let my business alone,” broke iiR Bishop, firing up again. “Trabue beer knows I’ve been worryin’ ’im fer the last two months to get the property in salable shape. Do you reckon after he gets it that away I want lo listen to yore two tongues a-waggin’ in open opposition to it?” Trabue rubbed his hands together. “It really don’t make a bit of differ ence to me, Alan, one way or the other,” he said pacifically. “I’m only acting as attorney for the Tompkins estate and get my fee whether there’s a transfer or not That’s where I stand in the matter.” “But it’s not whar I stand in it, Mr. Trabue,” said u firm voice in the door way. It was Mrs. Bishop, her blue eyes flashing, her face pale and rigid. “I think I’ve got a right—and a big one—to have a say so in this kind of a trade. A woman ’ut’s stayed by a man’s side fer thirty odd yeer an’ raked an’ scraped to he’p save a little handful o’ property fer her two chil dren has got a right to raise a rumpus when her husband goes crooked like Alfred has an’ starts in to bankrupt ’em all jest fer a blind notion o’ his’n.” “Oh, thar you are!” said Bishop, lift ing his eyes from the paper and glar ing at her over his glasses. “I knowed I’d have to have a knockdown an’ drag out fight with you ’fore I signed my name, so sail In an’ git it over. Trahue’s got to ride back to town.” “But whar in the name o’ common sense is the money to come from?” the woman hurled at her husband us she rested one of her l>ony hands on the edge of the table and glared at him. “As I understand it, thar’s about 5,000 acres in tills piece alone, an’ yo’re a-payin’ a dollar a acre. Whar’s it a-comin' from, I’d like to know? Whar’s It to come from?” Bishop sniffed and ran a steady hand over his short, gray hair. “You sec how little she knows o’ ray business,” he said to the lawyer. “Heer she’s raisin’ the devil an’ Tom Walker about the trade, an’ she don’t so much as know whar the money’s to come from.” “How was I to know?” retorted the woman, “when you’ve been tellin’ me fer the last six months that thar wnsn'i enough in the bank to give the hou-.e a co , t o' fresh paint an’ patch ! the on in n id'." “You kno.vecl i had $5,000 wuth o’ stock ia i o Fhoal IF .qr cotton inills. ; didn't ..oil.” a . I Fishop defiantly | and yet with ti e manner of a man throv. Ii:c a missile which he hoped i would fail lightly. “Vis. I knowed that, but”— The woman’s eyes were two small tires burring hungrily for information be- ! yoiul tiieir reach. “Well, it happi ns that Shoal stock is jest Ylie same on the market as ready money, up a little today an' down to morrow. but never varyin’ more’n a fraction of a cent on the dollar, an’ so the Tompkins heirs say they’d jest as lieve have it, an’ as I'm itchin’ to re lieve them of the'r land it didn’t take us long to come together.” if he had struck the woman squarely in the face, she could not have shown more surprise. She became white to the lips and with a low cry turned to | her son. "Oh, Alan, don’t—don’t let 'im do it. it's all we have left that we can depend on! It will ruin us!” “Why, father, surely,” protested Alan as he put his arm around his mother, “surely you can’t mean to let i go your mill investment which is pay ing 15 per cent to put the money into lands that may never advance in value | and always he a dead weight on your hands! Think of the loss of interest and the taxes to he kept up. Father, you must listen to”— “Listen to nothin’,” thundered Bish op. half rising from his chair. "No body axed you two to put in. It’s my business, an’ I’m a-goin’ to attend to it. I believe I’m doin’ the right thing, an’ that settles it.” "The right tiling,” moaned the old woman as she sank into a chair and eovVred her face with her hands. “Mr. Trabue!” she went on fiercely, "when that factory stock leaves our hands we won’t have a single thing to our names that will bring in a cent of income. Y’ou kin see how had it is on a woman who has worked ns hard to do fer her children as 1 have. Mr. Bishop always said Adele, who is visitin’ her uncle’s family in Atlanta, should have that stock for a weddin’ gift of she ever married, an’ Alan was to have the low er half of this farm. Now, what would we have to give the girl—nothin’ but thousands o’ acres o’ hills, mountains an’ gulches full o' hear, wildcats an’ catamounts land that It ud break any young couple to hold on to, much less put to any use. Oh. I feel perfectly sick over it!” There was a heavy, dragging step in the hall, and a long, lank man of six ty or sixty-five years of age paused in the doorway. He had no beard except a tuft of gray hair on his chin, and his teeth, being few and far between, gave to his cheeks a hollow appearance. He was Abner Daniel, Mrs. Bishop's bach elor brother, who lived in the family. “Hello!” he exclaimed, shifting a big qufd of tobacco from one cheek to the other. “Plottin’ agin the whites? Ef you are, I'll decamp, as Hie feller said when the bull yeerlin’ butted ’im in the small o' the back. How are you, Mr. Trabue? Have they run you out o’ town fer some o’ yore legal rascality?” “I reckon your sister thinks it’s ras cality that’s brought me out today,” laughed the lawyer. “We are on a lit tle land deal.” “Oh, well. I’ll move on,” said Abner Daniel. “I jest wanted to tell Alan that Bigg’s hogs got into his young corn in the bottom jest now an’ rooted up about as many acres as Pole Bak er’s plowed all day. Ef they’d a-rooted in straight rows an’ not gone too nigh the stalks, they mought ’a’ done the crap more good than harm, but the’r aim or intention, one or t’other, was bad. Folks is that away. Mighty few of ’em root—wlien they root at all—fer anybody but the’rse’vos. Well, I’ll git along to my room.” “Don’t go, Brother Ab,” pleaded his sister. "I want you to he’p me stand up fer my rights. Alfred is about to swap our cotton mill stock fer some more wild mountain land.” In spite of his natural tendency to turn everything into a jest—even the serious things of life—the sallow face of the tall man lengthened. He stared into the faces around him for a mo ment; then a slow twinkle dawned in his eye. “I’ve never been knowed to take sides In any connubial tussle yet,” he said to Trabue in a dry tone. “Alf may not know what lie’s about right now, but he’s Solomon hisse’f compared to a feller that will undertake to settle a dispute betwixt a man an’ ids wife- more especially the wife. Geewhilikins! I never shall forget the time old Jane Hardeway come heer to spend a week an’ Alf thar an’ Betsy split over buyin’ a hatruck fer the hall. Betsy had seed one over at Mason’s at the campground an’ determined slic’d have one. Maybe you noticed that fancy contraption in the hall as you come in. Well, Alf seed a nigger unloadin’ it from a wagon at the door one moniln’, an’ when Betsy, in feer an’ tremblin', told ’ini what it was fer he mighty nigh had a fit. He said his folks never had been above bangin’ the’r coats an’ hats on good, stout nails an’ pegs, an’ as fer them umbrella pans to ketch the drip, he said they was fancy spitboxes, an’ wanted to know ef she expected a body to do the’r chawin’ an’ smokin’ in that windy hall. He said it jest should not stand thar with all them prongs an’ arms to attack unwary folks in the dark, an’ he toted it out to the buggy shell. That got Betsy’s dander up, an’ she put it back agin the wall an’ said it ’ud stay thar ef she had to stand behind it an’ hold it In place. Alf wasn’t done yet. He ’lowed ef they was to have seeli a purty trick as that on the hill it had to stay in the best room in the house, so he put it heer In the parlor by the piano. But Betsy took it back two or three times, an’ he , land that he was a-doin’ a sight o’ work fer nothin’ an’ finally quit totin’ : It about. “But that ain't what I started iu to tell. As I was a-sayin', old Jane Hardeway thought she'd sorter put a word in the dispute to pay fer her board an’ keep, an’ she told Betsy that it was all owin' to the way the Bishops was raised that Alf couldn’t stand to have things nice about 'im. She said all the Bishops she'd ever knowed had a natural stoop that they got by livin’ in cabins with low roofs. She wasn't spreadin' ’er butter as thick as she thought she was—ur maybe it was the sort she was spreadin’—fer Betsy blazed up like the woods afire in a high wind. It didn't take old Jane long to diskiver that thar was several breeds o’ Bishops out o’ jail, an’ she spent most o’ the rest o’ her visit brag- gin' on some she’d read about. She said the name sounded like the start of ’em had been religious and sub- stanch.” “Brother Abner,” whined Mrs. Bish op, "I wisht you'd hush all that fool ishness an’ help me ’n the children out o’ this awful fix. Alfred always would listen to you.” “Well,” and the old man smiled and winked at the lawyer, “I’ll give you both all the advice I kin. Now, the Shoal River stock is a good thing right now, hut ef the mill was to ketch on fire an’ burn down thar’d be a loss. Then as for timber land, it ain’t easy to sell, but it mought take a start be fore another flood. I say it mought. an’ then agin it moughtn't. The mill mought burn, an’ then agin it moughtn’t. Now, ef you uns kin he helped by this advice you ar« welcome to it free o’ charge. Not changin’ the subject, did you uns know Mrs. Rich ardson's hoffer’s got a calf? I reckon she won’t borrow so much milk after hers gits good.” Trabue smiled broadly as the gaunt man withdrew, but his amusement was short lived, for Mrs. Bishop began to cry, and she soon rose in despair and left the mom. Alan stood for a moment looking at the unmoved face of his father, who had found some thing in the last clause of the docu ment which needed explanation; then he, too, went out. COLD STORAGE OF FRUITS. This story will be next Friday’s issue. continued in MINDORO’S WHITE RACE. KxiM-ilitiuu <o Axet-rtnln Whether Out- I'lxistn In (he rhili|M»ineM. The United States government pro poses to run down the story of the ex istence of a race of good looking and energetic whites in the mountains of the island of Mindoro, in the Philip pines, says Harper's Weekly. It ap pears that an expedition has been or ganized to penetrate into the interior of Mindoro and find out whether such people exist there. The story about them has been obstinately persistent. The best version of it seems to be based on the report of Manuel Castro, a Filipino, to one Lieutenant Loren de Chiirmoiit. Castro claims to have visited this white tribe, which, he says, has lived in the Philippines since long before the Spaniards came there and centers in a town of 20,000 inhabitants. He, says that the members of the tribe are warlike iwid have effectually dis couraged intrusion on their privacy by Spaniards, though they have dealings with trading Filipinos. The men are described as fair haired and blue eyed and the women as surprisingly ha nil- some. They live in well kept homes, are fond of athletic sports and know agriculture and some of the arts. Lieutenant de Clairmont’s name does not appear in the army register for 1002, but if there is such an officer in the Philippines who has a well inform ed native friend Castro and if Castro Is a truthful person and knows w here of he speaks there may be an interest ing item of ethnological news coming from Mindoro, which will at least be useful to the makers of comic opera. There was a recent story that certain companies of isolated Jews had exist ed as Jews for centuries in western China, and on Investigation it turned out to be true. IntercHtliiK IteMiiIta of Experiments by Department of Awrleulture. W. 11. Ragan, the special agent of the department of agriculture in charge ! pf the experiments in the cold storage of fruits, reports on the progress of the last year that some prevalent opinions h ive not been borne out by the investi gations, says the New Y T ork Post's Washington correspondent. The im pression, for instance, that cold storage fruit decays quickly after exposure to outside conditions has not proved true when the fruit was stored In proper condition and maintained in a low tem perature, say 32 degrees. If the stor age temperature is much higher than this the process of ripening goes on, and when the fruit is brought out it soon spoils. Even well colored yet still hard peaches, when placed in cold stor age at a temperature of 32 degrees im mediately after being taken from the trees, came out after four weeks in fairly good marketable condition and remained so for a period of four days. Imperfect and poorly colored speci mens, however, soon failed on ex posure. The temperature of a cold storage warehouse, he adds, should be uniform throughout. The fruit should be placed in it immediately after being taken from the tree. A delay of a few hours or a few days, especially in hot weath er, will re'sult in serious loss. Pears should be picked at early matwrity, but apples keep best when well matured and colored cm the tree, but still hard. Final 1 packages, say about fifty pounds, are better than larger ones. This is especially true of pears. The ventila tion of barrels and large packages is essential to the quick ripening fruits. Wrapping prolongs the keeping of fruit, double wrappers bei»g better than single ones. The inner wrapper may be made of porous paper, like im printed news paper, the outer of paraf fin paper. Whic Her Terror, “1 would cough nearly all night long,” writes Mrs. Chas. Applegate, of Alexandria, Ind., ‘’and could hardly get any sleep. I had consumption so bad that if I walked a block I would cough frigtrfuily and spit blood,jbut when all other medicines failed, three $1.00 bottles of Dr. King’s New Dis covery wholly cured me and I gained 58 pounds.” It’s absolutely guaran teed to cure Coughs. Colds, La Grippe, Bronchitis and all Throat and Long Troubles. 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Lavender, deceased. \11 persons holding claims against said estate will present them on or before said date or forever he haired. Mrs. V. L. Lavender, Admx. Estate 6f W. W. Lavender, deceased. Published in Gaffney, (S. C., Ledger June 12, 19, 26 and July 3rd 1903, Notice of Sale. C. H. Gaffney, et al. Plaintiff-, vs. Edna Northey, et al. Defendants. In obedience to an order made herein on the 16th day of June 1903, 1 will sell at Gaffney, S. C., before the Court House door during the legal hours of sales, sales- day July 6th 1903, the following describ ed property, to-wit: All those four lots of the Thos. W. Gaffney estate lands in the Western part of the town of Gaffney on extension of Grenard street, designated as lot« Nos. 19—20—5 and 6, containing a fraction of an acre each. A plat of same can lie seen in my office. Terms of sale: Cash. Purchaser to pay for papers. J. Kb Jefferies. CPk. C. C. Pi’s. June 19-26 and July 3. 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As he crushed and manipulated the deformed foot he explained the process to the large number of physicians assembled. Without losing his iron nerve for a second, bo quickly seized the boy’s arms and proceeded with artificial respiration. Steadily and methodically he worked for at least a minute, and then he murmured; “He Is gone.” Still he did not cease his efforts, but rather increased the rapidity of ids movements. An attendant brought an oxygen tank, and fully three minutes after the boy’s breathing had stopped the groat surgeon dropped the little arms and, turning to the silent onlook ers, said, without a change of tone: “The little lad Is all right now.” Hancoc.ks’s Liquor Sulphur will five you itnmediure reliei and per- uiauetly cufe all such diseases us Eczema, Pimples, Tetter, Herpes, Ringworm, Dandruff, Diphtheria, Sore Throat, Guts, Burns, OpeuSort-s, and all blood and *km troubles. 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