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» ABNER DANIEL By ... WILL N. HAR.BEN Author of “XUtJltrftlf Copyright, 1902, by HARPER. <a BROS., WKo Publish the Work in Book Form. All Rights Reserved - • CHAPTER IV. |T was a little after sunrise. The family had just left the breakfast table when Bishop walked in. His shoes and trousers were damp with dew and cov ered with the dust of the road. His wife saw him entering the gate and called out to him from the ball: “Well, I declare! Didn’t you go to Atlanta ?” He came slowly up the steps, drag ging his feet after him. He had the ap pearance of a man beaten by every storm that could fall upon a human being. “Yes. I went,” he said doggedly. He passed her and went into the sitting room, where his brother-in-law stood at the fireplace lighting his pipe with a live coal of fire on the tip of a stick. Abner Daniel looked at him critically, his brows raised a little as he puffed, but he said nothing. Mrs. Bishop came in behind her husband, sweeping him from head to foot with her searching eyes. “You don't mean to tell me you walked out heer this mornin’,” she cried. “Lord have mercy!” “I don’t know as I’ve prepared any set speech on the subject,” said her husband testily, “but I walked. I could ’a’ gone to a livery an’ or dered out a team, but I believe thar's more'n one way o’ wearin’ sackcloth an’ ashes, an’ the sooner I begin the better I’ll feel.” Abner Daniel winked. The Scrip tural allusion appealed to his fancy, and he smiled impulsively. “That thar is,” he said. “Thar’s a whole way an’ a half way. Some folks jest wear it next to the skin whar it don't show, with broadcloth ur silk on the outside. They think ef It scratches a little that’ll satisfy the Lord an’ hoodwink other folks. But 1 believe he meant it to be the whole hog or none.” Mrs. Bishop was deaf to this philos ophy. “I don't see,” she said in her own field of reflection—“I don’t see, 1 say, how you got to Atlanta, attended to business, seed Adele an’ got back heer at sunrise. Why, Alfred”— But Bishop interrupted her. “Have you ail hud prayers yet?” “No; you know we hain’t,” said his wife, wondering over his strange man ner. “I reckon it can pass jest this once, bein’ as you are tired an’ hain’t had nothin’ to eat.” “No; It can't pass, nuther. I don’t want to touch a mouthful. Tell the rest of ’em to come in, an’ you fetch me the Book.” “Well!” Mrs. Bishop went out and told the negro woman and her daugh ter to stop washing the dishes and go in to prayer. Then site hurried out to the back porch, where Alan was oiling his gun. “Somethin’s happened to yore pa,” she said. “He acts queer an’ says sech strange things. He walked all the way from Darley this mornin’ an’ now wants to have prayers ’fore he touches a bite o' breakfast. I reckon we are ruined.” “I’m afraid that's it,” opined her son as he put down ids gun and followed her into the sitting room. Here the two negroes stood against the wall. Abner Daniel was smoking, and Bish op held the big family Bible on his quivering knees. “Ef you mean to keep it up,” Abner was saying argumentatively, “all right an’ good, but I don’t believe in sudden spurts o’ worship. My bosses is hitched up ready to haul a load o’ bark to the tannery, an’ it may throw me a little late at dinner, but ef you are a-goin’ to make a daily business of it I’m with you.” "I’m a-goin’ to be regular from now on,” said Bishop, slowly turning the leaves of the tome. “I forgot whar I read lust.” “You didn’t finish about Samson ty- in’ all them foxes’ tails together,” said Abner Daniel as he knocked the hot ashes from his pipe into the palm of his hand and tossed the • into the chimney. “That sorter interested me. 1 wondered how that was a-goin’ to end. I’d hate to have a passle o’ foxes with torches to the’r tails turned loose in my wheat Jest ’fore cuttin’ time. It must ’a’ been a sight. I wondered how that was a-goln’ to end.” “You’ll wonder how you’re a-goln’ to end if you don’t be more respectful.” said his sister. “Like the foxes, I reckon,” grinned Abner—“with a eternal torch tied to me. Well, ef I am treated that away I’ll go into the business o’ destruction an’ set fire to everything I run across.” “Ain’t you goln’ to tell us what you did in Atlanta ’fore you have prayer?” asked Mrs. Bishop, almost resentfully. “No, I hain’t!" Bishop snapped. “I’ll tell you soon enough. I reckon I won’t read this mornin’. Let’s pray." They all knelt reverently and yet with some curiosity, for Bishop often suited his prayers to important occa sions, and it struck them that he might now allude to the subject bound up within him. “Lord, God Almighty,” be began, his lower lip hanging and quivering, as were his hands clasped in the seat of his chair, “thou knowest the struggle thy creatures are makln’ on the face of thy green globe to live up 1 > the best of tbe’r lights an’ standards. As I beqd before thee this mornin’. I reallce how small a 1)010’ I am in thy sight an’ that I ort to bow in humble sub mission to thy will, an’ I do. For many veers this family has enjoyed thy bounteous blessings. We’ve had good health an’ the influence of a Bible leadin', God fearin’ community, an’ our childern has been educated in a way that raised ’em head an’ shoul ders above many o’ the’r associates an’ even bhod kin. I don’t know’ exactly whar an’ how I’ve sinned, but I know I have displeased thee, fer thy scourge has fallen hard an’ heavy on my am bitions. I wanted to see my boy heer a good, obedient son an’ my daughter thar in Atlanta able to hold the’r heads up among the folks they mix with, an’ so I reached out. Maybe it was forbidden fruit belt out by a snake in the devil’s service. I don’t know— thou knowest. Anyways, I steered my course out o’ the calm waters o’ con tent an* peace o’ soul into the whirl pool rapids o’ avarice an’ greed. 1 ’lowed 1 was in a safe haven an’ didn’t dream o’ tin stormclouds hangin’ over me till they bust in fury on my head. Now, Ixird, my Father, give them hearts of patience an’ forgiveness fer the blunders of thy servant. What I done I done in the bullheaded way that I’ve always done things, but I meant good and not harm. These things we ask in the name o’ Jesus Christ, our blessed Lord and Master. Amen.” During the latter part of the prayer Mrs. Bishop had been staring at her husband through her parted fingers, her face pale and agitated, and as she rose her eyes were glued to his face. “Now, Alfred,” she said, “what are you goin' to tell us about the railroad? Is it as bad as brother Ab thought it would be?" Bishop hesitated. It seemed as if he had even then to tear himself from the clutch of his natural stubbornness. He looked into all the anxious, waiting faces I ef-ore he spoke, and then he gave in. "Ab made a go< I guess. Kf I'd 'a' had bis sen- ■ or Ala i s. I’d ’a’ made a better trader, it’s li . • Ab s id it was. only a sight wuss, a powerful sight wu.r!" “\Vi s?" .. i.’a ! h s wife In fresh alarm. "ii< , co !d it i .• wuss? Why. Brothel Ab said”— “I never have told you the extent o’ my dealin's." went on Bishop in the current of confession. "I never even told I’erkins yesterday. Fust an’ last I’ve managed to rake in fully twenty thousand acres o’ mountain land. 1 was goin’ on what 1 ’lowed was a dead shore thing. I secured all 1 could lay my hands on, an’ I did it in secret. I was afeerd even to tell you about what Perkins said, thinkin’ it mought leak out an’ sp'ile my chances.” “But, father,” said Alan, “you didn’t have enough money to buy all that land.” “I got it up’’—Bishop’s face was dog gedly pale, almost defiant of his over whelming disaster—“I mortgaged this farm to get money to buy Maybry and Morton's four thousand acres.” “The farm you was going to deed to Alan?” gasped Ids wife. “You didn’t Include that?” “Not in that deal.” groaned Bishop. “I swapped that to Phil Parsons for his poplar an’ cypress belt.” The words seemed to cut raspingly into the silence of the big room. Abner Daniel was the only one who seemed unmoved by the confession. He tilled his pipe from the bowl on the mantel piece and pressed the tobacco down with his forefinger; then he kicked the ashes in the chimney till he uncovered a small live coal. He eyed it for a moment, then dipped it up in the shov el, rolled it into his pipe and began to smoke. “So I ain’t a-goin’ to git no yeeriy pass over the new road,” he said, his object being to draw his brother-in- law back to Perkins’ action in the mat ter. “Perkins was a-lyin’ to me,” an swered Bishop. "He hain’t admitted It yet, but he was a lyin’. His object was to he’p the Tompkins sell out fer a decent price, hut lie can’t be han dled. He’s got me on the hip.” “No,” said Abner. “Pd ruther keep on swnppln’ gold dollars fer mountain land an’ lettln’ it go fer taxes ’an to ry to beat a lawyer at his own game. A courthouse Is like the devil’s abode, easy to git into, no outlet an’ nothin* but scorch while you arc thar.” “Hush, fer the name o’ goodness!” cried Mrs. Bishop, looking at her hus band. “Don’t you see he’s (lyin’ from It? Are you all n-goin’ to kill Mm? What does a few' acres o’ land ur debts amount to beside killin’ a man ’at’s been tryin’ to help us all? Alfred, it ain’t so mighty awful. You know it ain’t! What did me an’ you have when we started out but a log bouse boarded up on the outside, an’ now we’ve got our childern educated an’ all of us In good health. I rallly believe It’s a sin agin God’s mercy fer us to moan an’ fret under n thing like this.” “That’s the talk," exclaimed Abner Daniel enthusiastically. “Now you are gittin’ down to brass tacks. I’ve alw'ays contended”— “For God’s sake, don’t talk that way!” said Bishop to his wife, “You don’t mean a word of It. You are jest a-sayin’ It to try to keep me from aeein’ what a fool I am.” "Yon needn’t worry about me, fa- LEO AT ST PETER S. B0YS D,VED FOR d,me s. ther.” said Alan firmly. ‘‘I am able to I look out for myself and for you and mother. It’s done, and the best thing to do is to look at It In a sensiole way. Besides, a man with 20,000 acres of p en Picture of the Late Pon- mountain land paid for is not broken by a long jump.” “Yes, I’m gone,” said Bishop, a wavering lock of gratitude in his eye as he turned to his sou. “I figured on tiff at Mass. VIVID EFFECT OF HIS PRESENCE v. “H unift"’ gasped his wife. it an last night, i can't pay the heavy interest an’ come out. I was playin’ for big stakes an’ got left. Thar’s nothin’ to do but give up. Me buyin’ so much land has made it rise a little, but when I begin to try to sell I won’t be able to give It away.” “Thar’s some’n In that,” opined Ab ner Daniel us he turned to leave the room. “I reckon I mought as w r ell go haul that tan bark. I reckon you won’t move out ’fore dinner.” Alan followed him out to the wagon. “It’s pretty tough, Uncle Ab,” he said. “1 hadn’t the slightest idea it was so bad.” “I wasn’t so shore,” said Daniel. “But I was jest a-thinkin’ in thar. You’ve got a powerful good friend in Rayburn Miller. He’s the sharpest speculator in north Georgia. Ef I was you, I’d see him an’ lay the whole thing before him. He’ll be able to give you good advice, an’ I’d take it. A feller that’s made as much money a-s he has at his age won’t give a friend bad ad vice.” “I thought of him,” said Alan, “but I am a little afraid he will think we want to borrow money, and he never lets out a cent without the best securi ty.” “Well, you needn’t be afeerd on that score,” laughed the old man as he reached up on the high wagon seat for his whip. “I once heerd Mm say that business an’ friendship wouldn’t mix any better’n oil an’ water.” This story will be continued in next Friday’s issue. Cholera Infantum. Thi < has long bee n regarded as one of the most dangerous and fatal dis eases to which infants are subject. It can be cured, however, when prop erly treated. All that is necessary is to give Chamberlain’s Colic, Cholera and Diarrhoea ID medy and castor oil as directed with each bottle, and a cure is certain. For sale by Chero kee Drug Co. Men say, “Thy Kingdom Come,” who expect to hold a high position in it. •luHtAhout lleiltlme take a Little Early Riser—it will cure constipation, biliousness and liver troubles. DeWitt’s Little Early Risers are different from other pills. They do not gripe and break down the mu cous membranes of the stomach, liver and bowels, but cure by gently arous ing the secretions and giving srength to these organs. Sold by Cherokee Drug Co. Many an honest man dies without a dollar or a friend. CnreM lilood I’oixon, Canc-er, CIceni.Kt'/.cina Carbunclex, etc. Medicine Free. If you have offensive pimples or eruptions, ulcers on any part of the body, aching bones or joints, falling hair, mucous patches, swollen glands, skin itches and burns, sore lips or gums, eating, festering sores, sharp, gnawing pains, then you suffer from serious blood poisoner the beginnings of deadly cancer. Take Botanic Blood Balm (B. B. B ) It kills the poisou in the blood, thereby giving a healthy blood supply to the affected parte, heals every sore or ulcer, even dead ly cancer, stops all aches and pains and reduces all swellings. Botanic Blood Balm cures all malignant blood troubles, such as eczema, scabs and scales, pimples, ruening sores, car buncles, scrofula, rheumatism, ca tarrh, etc Especially advised for all obstinate cases. Improves the di gestion, strengthens weak kidneys. Drughi8tB,$l. To prove It cures, sam ple bottle of Blood Balm sent free and prepaid by writing Blood Balm Co , Atlanta, Ga. Describe trouble and free medical advice sent tn sealed letter. Our laws, like new shoes, pinch the poor devil they misfit. Two Itottloa Cored litm. "I was troubled with kidney com plaint for about two years,” writes A. ! H. Davis, of Mt. Sterling, la., “but two bottles of Foley’s Kidney Cure effected a permanent cure.” Chero kee Drug Co. Aa th<- Great Paarraat Swept On, Mm. llaniplir)' Ward Saya, the Crowd Sunk Down and Their lleadn Fell Like Corn Before the Wind—He- mnrknhle Features of the Pope'a Chanting. The following description of Leo XIII., the late pope, from “Eleanor,” by Mrs. Humphrey Ward, is published by permission of Harper & Bros.: A roar came up the church—passion ate, indescribable. Lucy held her breath. There, there he is —the old man! Caught in a great shaft of sunlight striking from south to north across the church and just touching tbo chapel of the holy sacrament, the pope emerges. The white figure, high above the crowd, sways from side to side; the hand up raised gives the benediction. Fragile, spiritual as is the apparition, the sun beam refines, subtilizes, spiritualizes, it still more. It hovers like a dream above the vast multitudes —surely no living man, but thought, history, faith, taking shape, the passion of many hearts re vealed. Up rushes the roar toward the tribunes. Lucy—-the alien and Puritan Lucy— surrenders herself completely. She be trays nothing save by the slightly parted lips and the flutter of the black veil fastened on her breast, but it is as though her whole inner being were dissolving, melting away, In the flame of the moment. In a proud timidity, as one who feels herself an alien and on suffer ance, she hangs ngain upon the incom parable scene. This is St. Peter’s. There is the dome of Michael Angelo, and here, advancing toward her amid the red of the cardinals, the clatter of the guards, the tossing of the flabella, as though looking at her alone—the two waxen fingers raised tor her alone—is the white robed, triple crowned pope. And august, unheeding, the great pageant swept on. Close, close to her now! Down sink the crowd upon the chairs. The heads fall like corn before the wind. Lucy is bending too. The papal chair, borne on the shoulders of the guards, is now but a few feet dis tant. Vaguely she wonders that the old man keeps his balance as he clings •with one frail hand to the arm of the chair, rises incessantly and blesses with the other. She catches the very look and meaning of the eyes, the sharp, long line of the closed and toothless jaw. Spirit and specter—em bodying the past, bearing the clew to the future. The pope and his cortege disappeared behind the confession, behind the high altar, and presently Lucy, craning her neck to the rigid, could see dimly in the farthest distance against the aps<* and under the chair of St. Peter the chair of Leo XIII. and the white shad ow', motionless, erect, within it amid a court of cardinals and diplomats. One more "moment,” however, there was—very different from the great mo ment of the entry, yet beautiful. The mass is over, and a temporary platform lias been (‘reefed between the confes sion and the nave. The pope has been placed upon it and is about to chant the apostolic benediction. The old man is within thirty feet of Manlsty, who sits nearest to the bar rier. The red cardinal holding the serv ice book, tlie group of guards, clergy and high officials, every detail of the pope’s gorgeous dress, nay every line of the wrinkled face and lleshless hands, Lucy’s eyes command them all. The quavering voice rises into the sud den silence of St. Peter's. Fifty thou sand people liusli every movement, strain their ears to listen. Ah, how weak it is! Surely the ef fort is too great for a frame so enfee bled, so ancient. It should not have been exacted—allowed. Lucy’s ears lis ten painfully for the inevitable break. But no! The pope draws a long sigh— the sigh of weakness—(“Ah, poveretto!” says a woman close to Lucy in a trans- port of pity)—then once more attempts the chant—sighs again—and sings. Lu cy’s face softens and glows; her eyes fill with tears. Nothing more touching, more triumphant than this weakness and this perseverance. Fragile, indom itable face beneath the papal crown! Under the eyes of DO.OOO people the pope sighs like n child because be is weak and old and the burden of his office is great, but In sighing keeps a perfect simplicity, dignity, courage. Not a trace of stoical concealment, but also not a trace of flinching. He sings to the end, and St. Peter’s listens in a tender hush. Then there seems to be a moment of collapse. The long, straight lips close as thougii with a snap, the upper Jaw protruding; the eyelids drop; the ema ciated form sinks upon Itself. But liis guards raise the chair, and the pope’s trance passes «iway. He opens ills eyes and braces himself for the last effort. Whiter than the gor geous cape which falls about him, he raises himself, clinging to the chair; he lifts the skeleton fingers of his partly gloved hand; Ids look searches the crowd. New (Jae for Aluminium. Aluminium can now be rolled into sheets so thin that 4,000 laid together measure only an Inch In thickness. It is proposed to use these for writing paper where lasting records are de sired. New Christian Endeavor Way of InducliiK Newsboys to Butlie. If any one has an idea that the Chris tian Endeavorers are sparing with their money those persons would have changed their minds if they had seen how eagerly they throw nickels, dimes, quarters and even half dollars Into the north fountain at the courthouse in Denver for the sole purpose of com pelling our street newsboys to take a bath, says the Denver Post. “They have already begun good work,” said one bystander. This sort of new amusement did not fail to attract attention. There were about 1!50 of Denver’s business men In the audience who began to enjoy this new fad and soon followed suit. One little fellow who had joined the money searchers came out $2.94 ahe 1; anoth er who, besides getting rid of a layer of real estate about half an inch deep, had added $1.94 to his capital. V PIGEON FED BY LEO IN BED I'lotureixiue Incident of the Late Pontiff's Illnenn. The Rome correspondent of the Ber lin Lokalanzeiger wired his paper of a picturesque incident of the illness of Leo XIII. For a long time a pigeon had been in the habit of flying to the window of the pope's bedchamber daily to be fed. It grew to know its gentle benefactor and would feed from the pontiff’s hand and allow him to stroke its head. A few days ago it flew to the win dow. No one came to feed it, and It tapped with its beak until the pontiff ordered the casement opened. Then it flew into the room and perched on the pope’s bed. Centra, the valet, was dis patched for bread crumbs, and the pope fed the bird and caressed it. He in structed Centra to see that the bird was fed after his death. The Sock Fad. There's been a lot of talk about The women’s latest fad. The style of wearing socks so short They'd barely suit a lad. Some men are saying it’s a shame That women thus conspire And to their use appropriate Things meant for male attire. But when one thinks of other things That women took for dress 'Tis plainly seen that this new fad Need cause no man distress, For long ago the women donned Hats made like those for men, And when they wearied of that fad They started In again. They took to shirts of mannish style, And, though that caused surprise, They promptly added mannish cuffs, Man’s collars and man’s ties. And when cold weather came along Some thought they were not dressed Unless they wore a mannish coat As well as mannish vest. They’ve broken into many sports Man thought were all his own, And on the field athletic girls Their prowess oft have shown. We’ve heard them at the baseball games Join in the fans’ refrains. And we have seen them promenade While pertly swinging canes. So when we think of all these things There's no excuse for shocks Because- the women have a fad Of wearing half length socks. Don't make a fuss about the style, Don’t say that it’s a shame, For no odds what the fair ones wear Th< y're charming just the same. —Theodore H. Boice in Pittsburg Chron icle-Telegraph. Thousands Hare Kidney Trouble and Don’t Know it. How To Find Ont. Fill a bottle or common glass with your water and let it stand twenty-four hours; a , sediment or set- - ' tling indicates an unhealthy condi tion of the kid neys; if it stains your linen it is evidence of kid ney trouble; frequent desire ™ pass it or pain in ^ — the back is also convincing proof that the kidneys and blad der are out of order. What to Do. 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Wofford College SPARTANBURG, S. C. Henry N. Snyder, Litt. I)., M.A., Pres. Four full College courses. Favorable I surroundings. Gymnasium. Athletic Grounds. Lecture Course. Library Fa cilities. Next session begins Sept. 23, 1903. For catalogue apply to J. A. Gameweli., Secretary. i Wofford College Fitting School SPARTANBURG, S. C. Elegant new building. Careful atten tion to individual student. Board and tuition for year $110. All information given by A. M. DuPre, 7-21 1 mo Head Master. COLLEGE OF CHARLESTON CHARLESTON S. C. IlSTHYEAR BEGINS SEPTEMBER 25. Letters, Science, Engineering. One Scholarship to each County of South Car olina. Entrance examinations held at Gaffney by'County Superintendent of Ed ucation and Judge of Probate on July 10. Tuition <40. Board and furnished room in Dormitory, $10 per month. All can didates for admission are permitted to compete for Boyce Scholarships, which pay $100 a year. 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