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THE ADVERTISER. Subscription Price-1? Months, $1.00 Farabe lu Advance. Kates for Advortising,?Ordinary Ad vertisements, per square, one inser tion, tl.OO;each subsequent lnaortion, 60 cents. Liberal reduotlon made for largo Advertisements. W. W*. Ball, Proprietor. LAUREMS. s. C, Jone 1, 1904. Again The College. At least one memb?r of the Episco pal Church has told Tue Advertiser that Laurons possesses attractions for the proposed Diocesan College for girls which no other South Carolina town has, It is betraying no confi dence to say that this gentleman will be Influential in selecting the site. He suggests that 1.aureus is in the center of the densely populated up-country of South Carolina and that it has railroad connections distinctly superior to any other city likely to b3 in the contest, with the oxcoptlon of those not sit uatod In this desirable section. He ad ded that in his judgment the commit tee on selection would not be guided wholly or even considerably by the amount of any city's bid in money. The subscription of any town, however large, he said, would be necessarily small in relation to the sum required to support the school from voar to year. Consequently the committee will be very careful not to chose a location likely to bo found objectionable in af ter years meroly for the sake of a picayune dlllerence in the size of the offer. Tho psople of Laurens may rest assured that if they desire this college they will at least enter the contest with the advantage of position over all othors. When tho city of Oreonwood failed to obtain tho Columbia Fomale College two years ago Its business men did not rolax their efforts. Greenwood felt the need of a girl's college and its people of all denominations united to got it. One month ago the cornerstone of their college was laid and the clergymen of all churches participated in the cere moules incident to that auspicious in augural of Greenwood's enterprise. Tho people of Greenwood are aware that the collego of any Christian de nomination will be a center for the radiation of elevating Influences as well as a foodor to tho tills of merchants and other business men. Therefore they are not divided in the determina tion to raako this colloge a pronounced success and p}plscopalian9, Baptists and Presbyterians are with the Metho dists of that, city In forwarding the building and prosperity of the school Certainly never bofore has this com munity had the opportunity that it has now to gain the co-operation of a pow erful and Influential body of Christians in the establishment of an institution at which every girl of Laurens of this and future generations may receive a collegiate education of tho first class at the doors of her home. The committee in charge of this mat ter is to meet and organi/.a early In Juno. If Laurens purposes to ask for the collego there is no time for delay. Wo believe that tho college may be ob tained for Laurens for a sum of money far less than that guaranteed for the Methodist College two years ago. Unless the initiative is taken now by the business men of tho community, The Advertiser will not trespass up on the patience of Its readers with any further word on tho subject. For a "Civic League." The Advertiser sincerely wishes that tho ladlos of Liurens would adopt its suggestion of organizing a civic league. a we have already said, Lau rens is naturally one of tho most pic turesque towns In this or any state. By tho expenditure of a small amount of money which wo believe would be gladly appropriated by tho oity coun cil and which could be supp'emented by subscriptions the public square and some of tho loading streets could be mado artistically attractive. Numerous other South Carding towns, with the ladies loading in the work, have al ready takon this matter in band Tho truMi is that in several particu lars Laurens seems to bo lagging in public spirit and unless our shortcom ings aro corroctod their Influence will bo felt on tho growth and business prosperity of tho community. Tho time has come whon South Carolina towns aro in sharp if gonerous competition with oach other and there are organ izations in mos', of them eager and vigilant to take advantage of all nossi bio opportunities. Id these days the "old foxey mer chant" cannot keep pace with the mer chant who sel/.oi evory ozpadlent to increase his sales. The man of an cient methods is allowod to drop out of the picture and nobody knows or cares when he Is gone. Precisily the same applies to communities, and if we are to have a oity here, we must be up and doing. The embellishment of the pub lic places of Laurjns is the proper task of the ladies and they should not hesit ate to organize and begin their en doavors. * Pleased With Wares Shoals. In company with Mr. W. R. Riohey of the directory, Congressman William C. Lovering of Massachusetts visited the Wares Shoals Manufacturing Co.'a big plant one day last week. Several hours were spent Inspecting the work completed and that projected. The Congressman took keen interest in all that was to be rcon. After a careful In spection he pronounced tho mill build ing one of the best structures and the mill village site the prettiest and most available he bad seen anywhere. He is not Interested financially in Wares Shoals, but he has large interests in. cotton manufacturing at other points in the South and his visit to this sec tion was in part for the purpose of see ing these properties. THROWN.FROM A WAGON. Mr. George K. Baboock was thrown from his wagon and severely bruised. He applied Chamberlain's Pain Balm freely and says It is the best liniment he ever used. Mr. Baboook is a well known oltlzen of North Plain, Conn. "There Is nothing equal to Pain Balm for sprains and bruises. It will effect a cure in one-third the time required >y any other treatment. For tale by " wrens Drug Co. a cure ii by any c Laurens Tribut? of Respect. Whereas, It has pleased the Al'-wlre and Supreme High Priest of the Uni verse, tho great I ami to remove from our midst our belond and esteemed companion, H. W. Anderson, who w?s one of the bright lights of Masonry, and whose life exemplified its princi ples; and whereas It is seemly and good that we bow In submission to the will of the Almighty in this sad aflllotion, whereby we are reminded of our transi tory nature and the brief duration of our existence in this earthly Taberna cle, Therefore be it? Resolved: That in the death ot com panion U. W. Anderson, Masonry has lost a bright ligh?, the oountry a mod est, trustworthy oitizen and tbo com munity a friend in whose loss we bear a common sorrow. 2nd: That our sympathies be ex tended his family in ,their bereave ment. 3rd: That a page In our minute book be suitably Inscribed to his memory. 4th: That these reso'utlons be pub lished in the county papers and a copy be sent to the relatives of our deceased companion. Respectfully submitted, M.L. Nash, H. B. Humbert, J. K. Gallagby, Committee Rising Sun Chapter, No. 6, Royal Arch Masons. TRIUMPHS OP MODERN SUR GERY. Wonderful things are done for the human body by surgery. Organs are taken out and soraped and polished and put back, or they may be removed entirely; bones are spliced; pipes take the place of diseased sections of veins; antiseptic dressiogs are applied to wounds, bruises, burns and like inju ries before inflammation sets in, which causes them to heal without matura tlor and In one-third the time required by the old treatment. Chamberlain's Pain Balm acts on this sitne principle. It is an antiseptic and whon applied to snch injuries, causes them to heal verv quickly. It also allavs the pain and sorenees. Keep a bottle of Pain Balm In your home and it will save you time and money, not to mention tho incon venience. For sale by Liurens Drug Co. CASTOR IA For Infants and Children. The Kind You Nave Always Bought Bears the Signature of C^//^^^^ PROPERTY OWNERS CAN RENT, SELL OR EXCHANGE THEIR HOLD INGS, TO THEIR ADVAN TAGE THROUGH M. L. Copeland, REAL ESTATE, STOCKS, BONDS. FIRE INSURANCE. m MRS. CECELIA STOWE, Orator, Entrs Nona Cinb. 176 Warren Avenue, Chicago, Iu.., Oat. 22,1902. For nearly four years I suffered from ovarian troubles. The doc tor insisted on an operation as the only way to get wefi. I, howtrer, strongly objected to an operation. My husband felt disheartened as well as I, for home with a sick woman is a disconsolate place at best. A friendly druggist advised him to get a bottle of Wine of Cardui for me to try, and he did so. I began to improve in afewdays and iny recovery was very rapid. With in eighteen weeks I was another being. ?'UAjLo. Jbfcux^ Mrs. Stowe's letter shows every woman how a home is saddened by female weaknes and how completely Wins of Cardui cures that sick ness and brings henlth and happi ness again. Do not go on suffer ing. Co to your dmggiat today and secure a $1.00 bottle of Wine i of ..Cardui. GINNING MACHINERY B-K-8-T M-U-IV-R-A-Y Made by Lftddstll Not onlr sag? wfttla tlts? tlmaa, but many y??ra *ts>*a*l, If ?>?H*r ?rsUmi mrm mndvrn. QUALITY ? - AsasI - - QUANTITY Get Pftrticutitrs ftom C-I-B-B-R-5 COLUMBIA, ft. C. P'ssss mention this ?s?*r. *By HA.LTH COJVWk Am(Kor of "Tho Man From Glongtvrry" filen^rry School Dfcy/" and "Black Roch" I Copyright. by FLEMING B. RXVELL COMPANY_j j CHAPTER VIII. (CONTINOED). The memory of that vigil was like a horrible nightmare for months. Moore lay on the Hoof and slept. The DllkO rode off BOmowhlther. Tho old doctor and 1 kept watch. All night poor Bruce raved In the wildest delirium, singing now psalms, now songs, swear Mooro read the letter. lug at the cattle or his poker partners, and now and then, in tlie quieter mo ments, ho was back In his old home, n boy, with n boy's friends and sports. Nothing could cheek the fever. It battled the doctor, who often during the night declared there Avas no sense In n wound like that working up such a fever, adding curses upon the folly of the Duke and bis Company. "You don't think be will not get better, doctor?" I asked, In answer to one of his outbreaks. "He ought to got over this," bo answered impatiently. "But I believe," he added deliberately, "he'll have to go." Everything stood still for a moment. It seemed Impossible Two days ago full of life, now on the way out. There crowded In upon me thoughts of his home; bis mother, whose letters he used to show me full of anxious love; his wild life here, with all Its generous impulses, its mistakes, Its folly. "How long will he last?" I asked, and my lips were dry and numb. "Perhaps twenty-four hours, perhaps longer. He can't throw off the poison." The old doctor proved a true prophet. After another day of agonized delirium he sunk Into a stupor which lasted through the night. Then the change came. As the light began to grow at tin1 eastern rliu of the prairie and tip the far mountains in the west, Bruce opened bis eyes and looked about upon us. The doctor bad gone; tin- Duke bad not come back) Moore and I were alone. He gazed at us steadily for some moments; read our faccH. A look of wonder came Into bis eyes. "Is It coming?" he asked In a faint, awed voice. "Do you rcirily think l must go?" The eager appeal in his volco and the wistful longing in the wide open, startled eye? wore too much for Moore. He backed behind me and I could hear him weeping like a baby. Bruce heard him too. "Is that the Pilot?" he asked. In Btnntly Moore pulled himself up, wiped his eyes and came round to the other side of the bed and looked down, smil ing. "Do you say I am dying?" Tho voice W08 strained in its earnestness. I felt a thrill of admiration go through me as the Pilot answered in a sweet, clear voice: "They say so, Bruce. But you aro not afraid?" Bt'UCe kept bis eyes on bis face and answered with grave hesitation: "No?not?afraid?but I'd like to live a llttlo longer. I've made mich a mess of It Pd like to try again." Then he paused and his lips quivered a little. "There's my mother, you know," ho added apologetically, "and Jim " Jim was his younger brother a..?.i sworn chum. "Yes, I know, Bruce, but It won't bo very long for them, too, and it's a good place." "Yos, I believe It ail always did? talked rot-you'll forgive :::?< that?'' "Don't, don't," said Moore ,"ickly, with sharp pain in bis voice, and Bruce smiled a llttlo and closed his eyes, saying, "I'm tired." But he Im mediately opened them again and looked up. "What Is It?" asked Moore, smiling down Into his eyes. "The Duke," tho poo;- lips whispered. "He Is coming," said Moore confi dently, though bow he knew I could not tell. But even as be spoke, looking out of the window, I saw Jingo como swinging round (ho bluff. Bruce heord the beat of Iiis hoofs, smiled, opened his eyes and waited. The leap of Joy In bis eyes us (ho Duke came in, clean, cool and fresh as tho nio'ilng, went to my heart. Neither mau Bald a word, but Bruce took hold of tho Duke's band in both of his. He was fast growing weaker. I gave him brandy and he recovered a little strength. "I am dying, Duke," he said quietly, "Promise ypH won't blame yourself." "I can't, old man," said tho Duke, with a shudder. "Would to heaven I could." "You were too strong for me and you didn't think, did you?" And the weak voice had a caress In it. "No, no! God knows," said the Duko hurriedly. There was a long silence, and again Bruce opened his eye i and whispered: "Tho Pilot." k Moore came to Am. "Bead 'The Prodigal,*" he said falni ly, and In Moore's clear, sweet volee tho music of that matchless story fell upon our ears. Again tll'Uce'fl eyes summoned me. 1 bent over him. "My letter." he Bald faintly; "in my coat" I brought to him tho last letter from his mother. He held tho envelope be fore his eyes, then handed it to me, whispering: "Read." I opened the letter and looked at tho words "My darling Dario." My tongue stuck and not n sound could I make. MOOrO put out Ills hanfl ami look It I from me. The l> ike ro/te to go out, calling tho with his eyes, but Bruce motioned him to stay, and lie Hat down I and bowed bis bend while Moore reud tho letter. His tones were clear and Steady till he ennie to tho last words, when his voice broke and ended In a sob: "And. oh, Dnvle, laddie, If ever your heart turns home oksIu remember the door is nyo opeu, and it's Joy you'll bring with you to us all." Hrucc lay quite still and from his closed eyes big tears ran down hla cheeks. It was his lnst farewell to ' her whose love had been to him tho anchor to nil things pure here and to heaven beyond. He took the letter from Moore's hand, put it with difficulty to his Hps, and then, touching the open Bible, he said between his breaths: ?'It's very like- there's really?no fear, is there?" "No, no!" said Moore, with cheerful, confident volco, though bis tears were (lowing. "No fear of your welcome." His eyes inet '?dne. I bout over him. "Tell her" and his voice faded away. "What shall I tell her?" I asked, try ing to recall him. But tho message was never given. Ho moved one band slowly toward the Duke till it touched his head. The Duke lifted his face and looked down at him, and then he did a beautiful thing for which I forgave him much. He stooped over aud kissed the lips grown so white, and thou the brow. The light came back into the eyes of the dying man, he smiled onoe more and smilingly faced toward tho great beyond. And the morning air, fresh from the sun tipped mountains and sweet with the scent of the June roses, came blowing soft and cool through the open window upon the dead, smiling face. And it seemed fit ting so. It came from the Innd of the morning. Again the Duke did a beautiful thing; for, reaching across his dead friend, he offered Ills hand to the Pilot. "Mr. Moore," he said with fine eour> tesy, "you are a brave man aud a good mau. I ask your forgiveness for much rudeness." Rut Moore only shook bis head while he took the outstretched hand and said brokenly, "Don't; I can't stand It!" "The Company of the Noble Seven will meet no more," said the Duke with a faint smile. They did meet, however; but when they did the Pilot was In the chair and it was not for poker. Tho Tllot had "got his grip," os Bill said. CHAPTER IX. _ OWEN. w' T was not many days after 2, Ji my arrival In the foothill coun S WO tr,v tl>at * began to hear of *?9afJ Owen. They all had stories of her. The details were not many, but tho Impression was vivid. She lived remote from that center of civilization known as Swan Creek in the postal guide, but locally as old La tour's, fur up among the hills near the Devil's lake, and from her father's ranch she never ventured. Hut some of the men had bad glimpses of her and had come to definite opinions regarding her. "What is she like?" I asked Htll ope day, trying to pin him down to some thing like a descriptive account of her. "Like! She's a terror," lie Bald, with slow emphasis, "a holy terror." "But what is she like; What does she look like?" I asked impatiently. "Look like?" He considered a mo ?meilt, looked slowly round as If search ing for a simile, then answered, "I dunno." "Don't know? What do you mean? Haven't you scon lierV" "Yeh! Bill she ain't like nnthln'." Dill was quite decided upon this point. I tried again. "Well, what sort of hair has she got? She's got hair. I suppose'/" "I layer! Well, a few!" said Hill, with some choice combinations of pro fanity in repudiation of my sugges tion. "Yards of it! Red!" "(Jit out!" contradicted Hi. "Hod! "i'ain't no more red than mine!" Dill regarded Ill's hair critically. "Win:t color do you put on to your old brush?" he asked cautiously. "'Tain't no difference, "i'ain't red, anyhow." "Bed! Well, not quite exactly," and Bill went off into a low, long, choking chuckle, ejaculating now and then: "Rod! Jeo-ml-ny Ann! Hod!" "No, HI," lie went OH, recovering him self wltli the same abruptness as he used with his bronco, aud looking nt his friend with i\ fine even more than Usually solemn, "your buyer ain't rod, Hi; don't let any of your relatives persuade you to (hat. 'Tain't red!" and he threatened to go off again, but pulled himself up with dangerous sud denness. "It may be blue, eerulyum blue or even purple, but rod"? He paused violently, looking at his friend ns if he found him a new and Interest ing object of study upon which he could not trust himself to speak. Nor could ho be induced to proceed with the description ho had begun But HI, paying no attention to Bill's oration, took up the subject with en thusiasm. "She kin ride-she's a rog'lar buster to ride; ain't she, Bill?" Bill nodded. "She kin bunch cattle rtn' cut out un' ynnk a steer up to any cowboy on tho range." "Why, how big Is she?" "Big? Why. she's Just a kid! ?Tain't the bigness of her; it's the nerve. She's got the coldest kind of nerve you ever seen; hain't she, l'.IIIV" And again Bill i nodded. "'Member the day she dropped thai Steer, Bill?" went on III. "What was that?" I asked, eager for a yarn. "Oh, mitbin*," said Hill. "Nnthln'!" retorted HI. "Pretty big mithin'!" "What was It?" I urged. "Oh, Bill here did some funny work at old Meredith's round Op, but bo don't speak of It. Ho's shy, you see," and III grinned. "Well, there oln'* no occasion for your proceedln' on to that tact," sold Bill disgustedly, and HI loyally re frained, so I have never yot got the rights of the story, But from what I did hear I gathered that Bill, nt tho risk of his life, had pulled tho Duko from under the hoofs of a mad st'-er, and that little Owen had In (he cool est possible m timer "salted hi on her bronco" and, hfcont?ng two bu.IeU U? to tho sleor's head, had utHI them hoMi from groat danger, pwby from det\tli. for the rest of tho cattle were crowding near. Of counw? Bill could never he persuaded to ?peak of the in cident, A true western mas will never hesitate to tell you what he can do, but of what he has done he does not readily speak. The only other item that Hi con tributed to the sketch of Owen wea that her temper could blase If the occa sion demanded. 1 "'Member young Hill, BOtV BUI " 'membered." "Didn't she cut Into hkn sudden? ?erved htm right too." "What did Hhe do?" "Cut him across tho face with her qulri in good style." "What for?" "Kuockin' about hor Indian Joe." Joe was, as I cqme to learn, Ponka's son and Qwen'S most devoted slave. "Oh. she ain't no refrigerator." "Yes," assented Bill. "She's a leetle swift." Then, as If fearing he had been apol ogizing for her, he added, with tho nlr of one settling tho question: "Bnt she's good stock! She suits noel" The Duke helped me to another side of her character. "She is a remarkable child," he said one day: "wild and shy as a coyote, but fenrless, quite, and with a heart full of passions. Meredith?the Old Timer, you know?has kept her up there among the hills. She sees no one but himself aud Tonka's Blnekfoot re lations, who treat hor like a goddess aud help to spoil her utterly. She knows their lingo and their ways--goes off with thetn for a week at a time." "What! With the Ilkiokfeet?" 'Tonka and Joe, of course, go along, but even without them she Is as safe as if surrounded by the Coldstrenui guards. Rut she has given them up for some time now." "And nt home?" I asked. "Has she nuy education? Con she read er write?" "Not she. She can make her own dresses, moccasins and leggings. She can cook and wash?that Is, when she feels In the mood. And she knows ull about the birds and beasts and flowers and that sort of thing, but?education! Why, she Is hardly clf'lllxcd!"' "What a shame!" I said. "How old is she?" "Oh, a mere ehild ? fourteen or fif teen, I imagine, but a woman in many things." "And what does her father say to nil this? Can he control her?" "Control!" said the Duke In utter astonishment. "Why, bless your soul, nothing in heaven or earth could con trol her. Walt till you see her stand with her proud little head thrown back, giving orders to Joe, and you will never again connect the Idea of control with (Swell. She might be a princess for the pride of her. I've seen some, too. in my day, but none to touch her for sheer, imperial pride, little Lucifer thai she is." "And how does her fattier stand her nonsen.-e;" 1 ashed, for 1 confess I was not much taken with the picture the I Hike bad drawn. "Her father simply follows behind her and adores, as do all things that come near her. down, or up. perhaps, to her Iwo dogs. Wolf aud I.oo, for either of which she would readily die If med be. Still." be added after n pause, "it i< a shame, as you say. She oU'jht to know something of the refine ments of civilization, to which, after all, she belongs, mid from which nono of ns call hope to escape." The Duko was silent for a few moments and then added with some hesitation, "Then, too, she Is quite a pagan-never saw a prayer book, you know." Aud so It came about, chlelly through the Duke's Influence, 1 Imagine, that I was engaged by the Old Timer to go up to his ranch every week and teach his daughter something of tho ele meutaries of a lady's education. My Introduction was ominous of the many thftigs I was to suffer of that same young maiden before I bad fin ished my course with her. The Old Timer had given careful directions as to the trail that would lead me to tho ca in on where he was to meet me. Up the Swan went the trail, winding over downward Into deoper and narrower coulees and up to higher open sunlit slopes, till suddenly It settled Into a valley which begun with great width and narrowed to a canyon whose rocky sides were dressed out with shrubs and trailing vines and wot with trickling rivulets from tho numerous springs that oozed and gushed from the black, glistening rocks. This canyon was an eerie placo of which ghostly tales wore told from tho old Rlackfoot times. And to this day no Blackfoot will dare to pass through this black walled, ooxy, glistening canyon after the moon has passed the western Up. But in the warm light of broad day the canyon was a good enough place, cool and sweet, and I lingered through, waiting for the Old Timer, who failed to ap pear till the shadows began to darken Its western black sides. Out of the mouth of the canyon the trat! climbed to a wide stretch of prairie that swept up over soft hills to the left and down to the bright gleaming wa ters of the Devil's lake on the right. In the sunlight the lake lay like a gem radiant with many colors, the far side black In the shadow of the crowding piues, then, in the middle, deep, blue and purple, and, nearer, many shades of em erald that ran quite to the white sandy beach. Ith:hi In front stood the ranch buildings, upon a slight rising ground and surrounded by a sturdy palisade of upright pointed poles. This was the castlo of the princess. I rode up to the Open goto, then turned and stood to look down upon the marvelous lake shining and shimmering with its many radiant colors. Suddenly there was an awful roar, my pony shot round upon his hind legs after his beastly cayuse manner, deposited me sitting upon the ground and fled down tho trail, pur surd by two huge dogs that brushed past me as I fell. I was aroused from ay amazement by a peal of laughter, shrill, but full of music. Taming, I saw my pupil, as I guessed, standing at the head of n most beautiful pinto (spotted) pony with a heavy cattle quirt In her hand. I scrambled to my feet and said, somewhat angrily, J fear: "What aro you laughing at? Why don'i you call back your dogs? They will chase my pony beyond nil reach." She lifted her little head, shook back her masses of brown red hair, looked nt me an if I were quite beneath con tempt and said, "No, they will kill him." "Then," sold I, for 1 was very angry, "I will kill them," pulling at the re volver in my belt. "Then," she said, and for tho first time I noticed her eyes bluo black, with gray rims, "I win kill you," and she whipped out an ugly looking revolver. From her face I bad no doubt that she would not hesitate to. do us she had said. I changed my tactics, for I was anxious about my pony, and said, with my best smile: "Can't you call them back? Won't they obey you?" Her face changed iqa moment very macht*1 '"Dearly!" I said, persuading myself of u sudden affection for the cranky little brute. She sprang upon her pinto and set olf down the Irnll. The pony was now coursing up and down tho slopes, doubling like a hare, instinctively avoiding the canyon, where he would be cornered. He was inad with terror at the huge heilten that were silently but with awful and sure swiftness running him down. Tho girl oil the pinto whistled shrilly and called to her dog: "Down. Wolf! Hack, IjOo!' But, ruunlng low, with long, stretched bodies, they heedud not, but sped on, ever gaining upon the pony thut now circled toward the pinto. As they drew near In their circling, the girl urged her pinto to meet them, loosening her lariat as she went. As the pony nonrod the pinto he slackened his speed; Immediately tho nearer dog gathered herself in two short jumps nnd sprang for the pony's throat. Hut, even as she sprang, the lariat whirled round the girl's head and fell swift and sure about the dog's neck, and next moment she lay choking upon tho prairie. Her mate paused, looked back nnd gave up the chase. But dire vengeance overtook them, for, like one possessed, the girl fell upon them with her quirt and beat them one after the other till, in pity for the brutes, I In terposed. ?'They Shall do as I say or I shall kill them! I shall kill them!" she cried, ruglng nnd stamping. "Better Hhoot them," I suggested, pulling out my pistol. Immediately she Hung herself upon the one that moaned and whined at her feet, crying: "If you dare! If you dare!" Then she burst Into passionate sobbing. "You bad Loo! You bad, dear old Loo! But you were bad -you know you were bnd!" Ami so she went on, with her arms nl>out Loo's neck till Loo, whin ing and quivering with love and de light, threatened to go quite mad, aud Wolf, standing majestically near, broke Into short howls of Impatience for his turn of caressing. They made a strango group, those three wild things, equally tierce and passionate in hate aud iu love. Suddenly the girl remembered me, and standing up she said, half ashamed: "They always obey inc. They are mine, but they kill any strange thing that comes In through the gate. They are allowed to." "It Is a pleasant whim." "What?" "I mean, isn't that dangerous to strangers V" "Oh, no one ever comes alone ex cept the Duke. And they keep off the wolves." "The Duke comes, does he?" "Yes!" and her eyes lit up. "He Is my friend. He calls me his 'princess,' and he tenches ine to talk and tells me stories-oh, such wonderful stories!" I looked In wonder at her face, so gentle, so girlish, and tried to think back to the picture of the girl who a few moments before hail so coolly threatened to shoot mo and had so furiously beaten her dogs. I kept her talking of the Duke as we walked back to the gate, watching her face the while. It was not beautiful; It was too thin and the mouth was too large. But tho teetli were good anil the eyes, blue black with gray rims, looked straight at you?true eyes ami brave, whether In love or In war. Her hair was her glory. Bed it was, in spite of Hi's denial, but of such marvelous, In describable shade that iu certain lights, as she rode over the prairie, It streamed behind her like a purple banner?a most confusing and bewildering color, but quite In keeping with the nature of the owner. She gave her pinto to Joe and, stand ing at the door, welcomed me with a dignity and graciousness that made me think that the Duke was not far wrong when he named her "Princess." The door opened upon the main or living room. It was a long apartment, With low ceiling and walls of hewn logs chinked nnd plastered and all beautifully whitewashed ami clean. The tables, chairs nnd benches wero nil homemade. On the floor wero mag nificent skins of wolf, hear, musk ox and mountain goat, Tho walls were decorated with bends and horns of deer and mountain sheep, eagles' wings and a beautiful breast of a loon, which Owen had shot ami of which she was very proud. At one end of the room a huge stone tlreplace stood radiant In Its summer decoration of ferns and grasses and wild Mowers. At the other end a door opened Into another room, smaller and richly furulshed with relics of former graudeur. Everything was clean and well kept Every nook, shelf and corner was decked with flowers nud ferns from the canyon. A strange house It was, full of curl* ous contrasts, but it fltted this quaint child that welcomed me with such gracious courtesy. (TO HE CONTINUED.) A VACATION. In cases where one can afford It, a vacation is preferable to a modiciuo or tonic; but for the tens of thqusapds who oan take no rest, who aro ner vously broken down, feeling dull, heavy sensations, irregular appotlte, loss of sleep and a liUo of Interest in every day afi'alM should take OUR NKW DISCOVEY, tho only dollar bottle of medicine sold to-day with a written GUARANTEE. A Wonderful Saving. The largest Methodist Oburch in Georgia calculated to use one hundred hundred gallons of the usual kind of mixed paint in painting their ohurch. They used only U2 gallons of tho Longman & Martinez Paint mixed with 24 gallons of linseed oil. Actual cost, of paint made was less than $1.20 par gallon. Saved over eighty ($80.00) dollars in paint, and got a big donation besides. EVEBjY CHUHOH will be given a liberal quantity whenever thoy paint. Many nouses are well painted with four gallons of L. St M. and threo gal lons of linseed oil mixed therewith. Wears and covers like gold. Those celebrated paints are sold by W. L. Boyd, Laurens. _Cunton Pharmacy, Clinton. OA?TOniA. Baan the The Kind You Haw Mmt Bough) Notice of Citizens' Meeting A public meeting of all those oltlzeos who return real or personal property In the School District of tho town of Lsurens is hereby called to be held in the Court House in the City of Lau rens at eleven (11) oViook a. m , on the 17th day of June 1004, for the purpose of levying a tax on all such real and personal property for maintaining the publio schools In the town of Laurens during the soholastlo year of 1904-1005. By order of the Board of Trustees of School Dlstrlot of the town of Laurens . O-!>? Barksdalk, Secretary of the Board of Trustees. May 17th 1001- td. Tho Kind You Have Always Bought, and winch lias been iu use for over 30 years, lias borne the signature or X7 - and has been made under Iiis per . sonal supervision since its infancy. w-a^T^T^^^^' Allow no one to deceive you in this. 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