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m V' - rf WK' t**' 1; mm kwm. i" the DARLINGTON NEWS, fXJBI.ISBCl' EVERY THURSDAY MORHMe henry iTThompson. PROPRIETOR. » . II \ fEK*S-$3 Per Aonum !■ Adrance. Ott® firit inscrtioii.Al.00 One Square, eecond ineertion... 60 gtery subseqent insertion 60 Contmot ndrertisements Inserted upon the B ost reasonable terms. Marriage Notices and Obituaries, not speeding sis lines, inserted free. THE HEART’S EDEN. full many a day which darkly dawns And shadows forth a world of cares, With sudden light grows clear and bright, And Noon a sun gold crownlet wears. Thus shall it be with eyes tear wet. Tbs bract shall And its Eden yet. Come shine or shade, cx ae joy or woe, 7b cheer or sadden fleeting hours, A little while and life shall smile. And all the earth be decked with flowera. for all who on this weeping earth Grow old beneath the toll and pain. At night or noon, or late or soon, Shall find the heart grow young again. The brightest hours are atfll to come, The fairest days, the noblest years; for sinning skies and aunny eyes Shall bid a long farewell to teara; Through Lore's bright gates wide open se The heart shall And It# Eden yet. -Daeid R Altksn. NANCY. The July sun beat mercilessly upon the rocky summit rtf Old Foggy as two soli tary travelers mounted the dusty, yellow toad on the two sides of the hill, each looking up and urging his sweating horse to the sliiido of a wild cherry tree upon the sniumit. The oue from the eastern side riaciicd the summit and galloped to the shade, just as the other equestrian reached tlm level space and turned toward the tree. The two riders glanced at each other curelffely, then with a look of anr* prised recognition. "John Jordan! sure as death. Why, hello, old fellow!” and the other responded to the hearty hand clasp with, “Can It possibly be yon, 11 aywardf” •T believe so, sort of revised edition o| me, bather bound, without any silver ehu>P*-" The two young men slipped from their bor. es and sat down upon the pare’-cd grass under the tree, fanning tbefr I '.tditd luoce with their straw hats. “VAil, Jordan, what in the name of all that Is h dy k.'o you doing on the top of this tied forsaken hill? Running from the f-hendf” “No. idy business here is probably as Isgimataas any that brings you to the tame place. I have finished my course at the Tiaxdoglcal seminary, and have been ippolntcd to this circuit since I left col lege. I am goinj u» wnc of my churches Sow. where 1 hold services to-morrow.” “Ob. shades of the mightyl How are we fallen from our ideals* I am staking tut nu sir line for a branch road to the river. 13c some cutting through these hills, Won't there? My force went on last Bight to lbs 'ey Fork (that’s the name, Isn’t i(') and I am going down to epend the S.ibRiili with them. Am getting hungry. \V*u couldn’t find a boarding home iu these virgin forests, and have had to camp. We wore all cooks, bnt for vsrious reasons we’ve lived chiefly on bacon ai d nstermelou, and I pine for a Change, tue iicsii pots, you know, and thing* ibut ure made with ice. Being a clergyman, you probably pick a chicken whig occasionally, but lieu roosts are not in tlemeut of barbarism. Well, how goes your presebin^, old boy? How is fonr crop doing, if that’s what you call it? Yonr souls, I mean; do they thrive under four f irnilnx?” A pained expression crossed Jordan’s •etisit ive face. He hesitated. Hayward law it and bit his under Up with annoy- incc. lio was continually reproaching himself for wounding Jordan in his old Bollege days. “No, Tom, to be frank, I am somewhat discouraged over my work. I don’t seem to get at my people. I am trying to study them as 1 never studied Homer and Quintilian in the old times, and I feel sure that when 1 put nfyaelf fully in sympathy frith them that I can Influence them gwatly They need It. You cannot Imagine what a field there is before me here, if I am only worthy to fill It.” Hayward glanced at his friend as kindly *s be might have done at a hurt chid. "Old fellow,” he said, cautiously, “you’re mistaken. You’d laugh at any body who would come down here and buy a hundred acres of this land for a farm knd try to cultivate it. Why, the crcAva weep over it; look at these hemlocks and the blackberry bushes trying to find a hold for their roots; look at that patch of •tanted corn over there, and those bony crags sticking through the soil You can’t E ow souls on such soil. They’re not re; no wonder you’re wearing yourself out trying. Give it up and come into a little better region.” Jordan looked over the wide view spread before them and the pained look returned, ‘oonl is not a product of the soil, Tom. You always were advancing some strange «ea. Of course, the difficulty of living ■ere, the poverty and (eolation, make ■he people lees Intelligent, but they are Immortal Jnst the same." Hayward irniled. "Jordan, Jordan,” he exclaimed, "tell me honestly, If, in all the churches ■ yonr circuit, there is one souL” The foang minister hesitated. “In the In- tsllectual sense that you mean, there is aot~that l*i I •annot now recall one.” "So I thought. Now, If you will ex rose me for mentioning it, one of my ehainmen is going home, and you will Jo more good to society, yourself and the lord if yon will take his place and help ■Jf build , a railroad that will open up he country and cultivate ‘souls’ a thou- aud times faster than the present way. Now, my dear boy, you’re pounding ■fray at a fllbt hlN, and when you’re worn oat you will have only pieces of ant for your labor.” A sickening sensation of dread and Qbt crept over Jordan. He rose and *flght his horse. “Come down to my am with me and stop for dinner, then 1 down to the Fork in the cool of the gening, Hayward. I want to ask you bout the fellows and a hundred things. You’re the first one I’ve seen since our ‘ommenoement day.” Hayward assented, and they commenced ^ precipitous descent of the lull. Both race went down with slow caution intll they neared the foot, and then broke nto a gallop (n the soft dust Their feet *ere almost noiseless, and as they rounded I huge bowlder that made a sharp ourve ■ Lbs road, a kneeling figure teemed to to rise from under the horses’ feet ’ turn a frightened face to them, so denly were they upon her. Jordan •w np hie alack bridle, but too late: > horse’s knees had struck the girl and fell heavily forward, rolling into the dust of the road. With an ex- ion of horror Jordan flung himself ibis hone and followed her. Hay- »»«H»ly behind him. Together J lifted thar- “* to the r ^ I*‘Her 1 Bnned," said l T the angufah i LINGTON 1 “FOR US PRINCIPLE IS PRINCIPLE—RIGHT IS RIGHT—YESTERDAY, TO-DAY. TO MORROW, FOREVER. VOL. XIV. NO 28. DARLINGTON, S. 0., THURSDAY, JULY 12, 1888. WHOLE NO 704. k and carried „ _jEnd ehe’s , soothingly, not- UM. I'have killed l Why have I lived to But the eyes were fast closed and the form was limp and still. With trembling hands Jordan knelt by her side, bathing her face with water that Hayward had brought from the spring near by, while Hayward, doing what he could, looked at them with a compassionate face. ‘'She certainly cannot be seriously hurt, John; such a little fall. It was’nt your fault, anyhow. Don’t mind it, old fel low; she la some poor creature whose life was hardly worth living at the best, poor, ignorant and dull. Even if she is dead, and I’m sure she isn’t, death is not such a calamity.” But Jordan's face was deathly pale, a cold perspiration had started upon his forehead and his lips quivered piteously. It had never, In his pastorate, yet been required of him to stand at the gate of death and usher the parting soul Into the solemn mystery; he had bnt once stood at the coffin head and spoken to the stricken mourners. Now before his eyes lay the silent form of the member from whom he had hoped the most, stricken down, aa he felt in his morbid sensitiveness, by his own hand in criminal carelessness. “Hayward,” he said, with a low, unsteady voice, “how shall I take her to her mother? She Is my hostess at this charge, the only daughter. Oh, Nancy, don’t you hear me?” Hayward had made a bandage of his handkerchief, and was binding the bleed ing cat upon the side of her head, a little back of the temple, smoothing away the tawny hair, while Jordan had not ceased to bathe her face and chafe her hands. Both paused suddenly at a convulsive movement of the brown hands and a sud den parting of the lips. Hayward ex claimed in subdued triumph, “See there, I told youl” but Jordan shook his head. “It is only muscular; she does not breathe.” n. The sun seemed to rise more slowly than usual over the Round Top and Old Foggy and Mount Moriah on that still, hot October morning. Then, instead of darting long gleams of radiance into the recesses of Red Cliff and Rattlesnake Val ley and the Raven Rocks, and lighting the steep slopes of the hills into a blaze of splendid color, it hnng, a great red ball, in the purple vapor over Old Foggy. A girl, carrying a pail of water up a steep-hillside road, paused to rest upon a stone at the roadside and fan herself with her sunbonnet. A horseman on a fine chestnut mare, with a silver gray mana and tail, drew rein to ask: “Can you tell me, my girl, the shortest way to the Raven Rocks?" She told him in the vernacular of the hill and with much redundancy, and he deduced: “Then I follow this road and then up, until I take a trail through the woods to the left, on the farther side of the next hill?” “Ya-as, that’s the wa-ay-ab,” drawled the girl. “And how far is it?” “I reckon ez the road runs, hit’s abont five miles.” Hayward dropped his bridle to put his right hand into his pocket, and tbs mare, taking advantage of the liberty, stepped forward and plunged her nose into the pail of water. “Hello!” cried her master, ruefully, jerking her badk. “If you will wait till we get to the spring, you shall have some water, Jett. Here, my girl,” and he threw her a silver dollar. She threw back her calico sunbonnet and turned a pale face with scarlet cheeks and flashing gray eyes to him. “What’s thst fer, mister?” she said, angrily. “For yonr trouble and kindness, and the mischief my horse has done,” replied the man watching her curiously. “Thet ain’t wuth no dollar, and talk and water is both cheap in these yer hills," and she put it into his loose side pocket, finding that his hand would not receive it. “Then 1 shall bring you another pail of water, for you look sick, and it is a long hill. ” So saying, he dismounted and took up the pail, dashing the water down the dusty road, and scrambled down the hill. As he rounded the curve by the bowlder a sadden memory flashed Into his face. “I thought she looked familiar, but she has changed so much,” he said. Well, I am glad, for John’s sake. But I thought she was gone that day sure, especially after she had revived, and the blundering doc tor gave her that doee. It was a wonder.” Returning, he found that she had fol lowed him to take the pail. She was looking at the spot where she was picking up her spilt blackberries on that July morniug when the riders came down the hill. “Do you know if Jordan went over to the Raven Rocks this morning?” he asked, giring her the pail at the top of the hill. “Ya-as; he’s powerful sot up over them bird tracks an’ leaves an* sich in the rocks. He’s wrote to a heap of folks that he knows to come an’ see ’em an’ make pictures of ’em, but I dunno what use there is.” “Thank you. I am going over myself to see them. He considers them a valu able discovery. Good morning.” And lifting bis hat to her, he rode gayly off. The girl stood looking after him, the color quite gone from her face again. “He thinks I dunno him,” she uttered, as shvpicked up her pail and went on, print ing her bare feet in the dust. The sun rose high In the soft, purple haze, a thin, silvery mist folded itself away from the valleys as the snnshine came down; a cool, fragrant breath came op from ferny glens and drippiog rock. The clear whistle of the quail echoed fiom crag on crag, and the rust ling sheen of gorgeous color on the slope v as fringed a the somber green of the hemlocks upon tope of the hills. There had been a long dronght, and the autumn came early this year, but came with such pomp and splendor that even .he dull eyes of the hiU people were lifted to the hills in their glory. There were soft, pure clouds, furling and unfurling their snowy folds over Mount Moriah to the southward, bnt after a time the blue haze grew denser and veiled them from sight. It crept down the valleys and settled in impenetrable thickness, until Hank Ghormlev, looking from his door, remarked to his wife: ”1 reckon them hills along the creek is « bnmin’ yet. They was a peddler come along the road last night said they’d been a homin’ for a week, and the fire wag a gittiu’ down to the «eek farms an’ doin’ • heap of hart” "Hit smells closeter 'n that,” remarked his daughter Nancy, raising her fine gray eyea to the top of Mount Moriah. Then sift, too, went to the door and looked long and searohlngly. Her keen eyee were trained to measuring distanea and to piercing veils of vapor. When all had finished her survey she turned,aaylngi "Hit is closeter. Hit’s the t’tother side of Moriah, and It’s cornin’ this way liks all possessed.” "A Lord have mercy—we’ll all” "No, no; It can’t erctt the creek and the plowed ground. Their haln’t no her delicate faco—still pale from her long illness. Jordan and Hayward were sitting in the dark recess of the Raven Rocks. They had examined critically the rich dla covery of geological history, but theil scientific interest being satisfied they were drifting into another channel of talk. The last three mouths had passed a turning point in the life of each. Itjhad impressed Jordan wCth a deep enthusiasm for bis work—perhaps a mod ernized type of the martyred spirit which has led in all ages to self immolation upon sacrificial altars. The great throbbing world held nothing now which could lure him from his rocky hills. And in the si lent majesty of the great eternal rocks Hayward was touched by the subWmity of the day aud place, until he told his story with brief pathos to his friend. “It is a lie to say I am not hurt and don’t c*re, for I do care, and it hurts de cidedly. You see it s the first time iu my life that I have been well enough fixed In business to think of such a thing, and 1 wqg in dead earnest, and she knew it from the first. She couldn’t help knowing. You wouldn’t believe that a girl with an angel's face and the simplicity of a child could be so full of vanity and treachery as to make a jest of a man’s highest feelings. She is aa heartless as stone; she has no conception of feeling. I don’t mean— Why, what on earth?” Both sprang simultaneously to their feet. In the doorway of the cavern, the veiled sunlight turning her tawny hair to gold, stood a little girlish figure, with torn dress and bare, bleeding feet. “Oh, Brother Jordan, an’ you other fel ler, ye must run fer yer lives; the hill is afire an' it’s cornin’ round this way like the wind. Shore, it is, ’ ’ she cried indignantly. “Come to the ledge here and ye can see fer yerselvcs the road’s cut off. Ye must go down the rocks. ” They were incredulous, but both had sufficient faith in the girl’s better knowledge of the hills to believe her against appearances. They scrambled down the ledge to where their horses were tied, panting and trembling, and pawing the dried grass. They conld not see far around their own hill, but over a high bowlder burst a view of the wall of lurid red and yellow flames, rising in straight, slender columns till a current of upper air carried them overhead in drifts of pale, vapory smoke. The red glow fell upon their faces. In three minutes the sun was hidden; the hill was swathed in a regal robe of fiery grandeur. The heat was growing intense; the smell of the blaze and its ominous roar was upon them. The weird, awful beauty of the scene held the young men spellbound for a second, then they turned to their horses. “Put your coats over their heads—tie them by the sleeves,” she screamed, above the crackle and roar of the rushing flames. “Go down the gully, It’i the only way. I’m afraid the horses can’t make it. Run—run—for God s sake, hurry 1” Both led out their horses, rear ing and snorting, to the precipitous edge of the chasm; both advanced to put her on, but she waved them off. “Save your selves. I’ll git down," and she darted away, springing from rock to rock with the agility of a mountain creature. Both young men plunged after her, but a rock rolled, throwing the chestnut mare vio lently down the chasm to a depth that must have been fakil. Her rider saved himself by a spring, and then followed the girl. Jordan rode madly after them, his blinded horse pitching and stumbling, an til at length they reached the gravelly bed of what had once been a mountain stream, and paused to rest. Jordaa sprang from his saddle. “Nancy, my ^dear child, what did you run like that for? If you do not rido the rest of the way I shall not go one step farther.” For an swer she turned and pointed to the spot they had left. The fire was already wav ing its long, vivid plumes about the dark Raven Rocks, and their hot breath was fanning the awe struck watchers. Their faces were pale in its red, unearthly glow; the hot breeze waved the girl's tawny locks. Jordan threw his arm around her and f<9ce«} her to mount the horse, and they rushed on In the track of the dried up Stream. They could not tell how It happened. They were within fifty fe^ of safety and the horse must have stumbled, for she was a sure driver, but os they picked her up and carried her to the safe ground be yond the creek they kneto that this time it was worse than before. “You’re safe, anyway,” she murmured when.they hod carried her homo and laid her in the bed, and she opened her great eyes. “Don’t worry. You two kin Co sech a heap of good in the country, and I’m weakly anyway. It’s aU easy, since you've preached about it—an’—aa’—I—I don’t keer ’bout livin’, nohow." And when Hayward saw his (fiend’s agony, as he bent over the sweet, white face, he silently withdrew and left them alone. When ho saw that face again it wore such a happy smile that he knew she had known, if only for on hour, what he guessed, and Jordan's bitter grief was most sacred in his friend's eyes, as they clasped hands in mute understanding be side the white, still form. As the first snow of the winter fell the two friends walked one Sabbath after noon to the little hillside burying ground and stood beneath the little clay monnd. The wind whistled among the mournful hemlocks and over the blackened track of the fire. The yonng men lifted their hats and stood bareheaded beside the un marked grave. “It is sif-ange that these wild hills are creators of such sublimity of character, such sacrificial heroism,” said Hayward, in a low tone. The minister did not answer, and his friend, glancing at his face, turned his back and walked reverently away.—Us* zie Hyer Neff in The Inter Ocean. Town Bred Hunting Dogs. Country hunters always laugh at city men when they go out to hunt, carrying town bred dogs with them, aud they’re right, too, for there’s not one in a hundred dogs trained in a city that can hunt with a country dog and keep up his end of the work. 1 think it is because the town dog is fed too mach and too irregularly. I have some hunting dogs that have made a reputation in the country. Whenever I take them ont on a hunt I feed them heartily the night before, and the next day they don’t get a morsel until the hunt is over. Then I feed them while they’re warm from work, and the next day they're ready to do more good hunting. I have heard of banters who starved their dogs twenty-four and eotne forty-eight hours before a hunt, bnt I think that ibis is car rying the plan to an extrema which weakens the dog and spoils him.—Globe* Democrat. The “Gilded Voatha.” Miss Clara—Why do thev speak of tbs young men about town, Ethel, as “gilded youthe?" JOB [imUTIMT. Ourjob denartakent tesupplied with ever facility necessary lo enable ae toeeaipeie both asloprice aad quality of work, with eier those el the cities, and we guareatee sane faction in every particularer charge aelhiag for our work. We are always prepared to fill orders at short noiice for Blanks, Bil Heads, Letter Hends. Cards, Hand Btlle Posters. Circulars, Pamphlets, Ae, All job work must be paid for Oash on Delivery* Trying a Real Grecian Ceetume. Some time ago I saw in the fashion de partment of a daily paper a cut of a yonng woman attired in Grecian costume—long flowing robes, bare arms, low neck and all that sort of thing, you know. Very charming, I assure you, an* just to my fancy. Such simplicity and jjteauty un adorned. Well, I cut out the picture and sent it to a young lady friend living on Prospect street, not far from Sterling ave nue—J wouldn’t like to specify more defin itely—and when I called there a few even ings afterward she asserted that such a costume would suit her to a T. I offered to escort her to the theatre or the next ball if she would wear it on snch an occasion. This she declined to do, bnt said that she would wear It the next time I called. Well, I was there last Sunday evening, and had been seated but a moment when Miss Charming swept into the room in fuU Grecian attire. The effect was stun ning. The young lady was a classic blonde of fine proportions, just the one such a costume would most become. But timidity overcame her resolution in a short time, aud after a brief visit In the parlor she fled to the upper region, much to my regret, tAd soon reapiieared in all the finery of the day.—Cleveland Plain Dealer. * A Yaoiar Girt** Story. A recent Vassar graduate was relating some of her experiences as honsekeeper during the illness of her mother, and was commenting upon the indisposition of servant girls In the United States to black the boots of the men of the family. In households In England, she said, where there is only one hired girl, the polishing of the men’s shoes is accepted by her as one of her duties. Then another Vassar girl recalled the time when a number of her classmates helped to shine the boots of a gentleman visiting at the college. He was and is still a trustee of Vassar. He occupied one of the guest chambers, and when he went to bed he left his shoes out side the door as if be were in a hotel. Some of the girls who were up at an early hour saw the boots, and thonght it would be a good joke to do the bootblack act themselves. They did, and when they re turned the shoes they stack in each a handsome bouquet of flowers. The trus tee was half abashed and altogether sur prised when he realized how he had been honored. Tradition (though this occurred but a little while ago) tells his name aa that of Benson J. fcossing, the historian. —New York Sun. Are Boots to be Worn Again? “I noticed an article a few weeks ago,” said a Washington street shoe merchant, ‘ ‘which said that boots had gone almost en tirely ont of use. This would be true if It bad been printed four or five years ago, bnt it is a mistake if applied to the pres ent winter. Boots and axtramely lagh topped shoes are jnst now in greater de mand than they have been in ten yeara past. There is some sense in this, for the reason that the lower limbs of the body are the most easily affected by changes of temperature. Half the cases of colds which lead to lung troubles are attribut able to insufficient protection to the anklea and feet in inclement weather. It is true that dampness may be kept ont by using rubbers, bat they are not near so health ful as cork soles, and when used on low shoes, which leave the ankles exposed, are positively injurious and often productive of rheumatism in persona who are predis posed to it. Most of the shoes that are being made and sold for winter use have laced tope reaching a third of the way up to the knee, with good, heavy calfskin uppers and double soles.”—Indianapolis Journal. Beauty of gonad Tooth. In comparison with the Immense ad vantage of having oound teeth, the ex pense of good dentistry Is small. But there are many thousands to whom that expense is impossible. A dental hospital in each of the great cities would be agood thing. They have each an institution in London. Sir James Paget, the flret of English surgeons, has said that he con sidered the London dental hospital to be “the best institution of the kind in the world.” Certainly an Institution which cares for the teeth of 40,000 people in the course of a year must be the cause of a great deal of comfort. I do not think so many American women would have such bad teeth if they had been taught what a great beauty sound teeth are. It seems to me that this London charity might very well be imitated In this country.— Exchange. The Naughty Boy’s Penitence. A little hoy had been extremely naughty at dinner, and had been sent away from tbo table jnst as his favorite dessert —cabinet pudding with butter and sugar Banco—was being served. About 0 o’clock that evening, when the other children had gone to bed and his parents were alone In the sitting room, a tear stained little face and a white robed figure appeared at tha door. . “Mamma,” it said, bravely, between sobs. “You told me never to go to sleep when anything wrong bad been done until it was all fixed up right, so I came down to tell you that—that—that—I—forgive you and papa for what you did to me at the dinner table.”—Harper’s Bazar. Pasta of tha Forests. The cockchafers are the most destruct ive enemies of the groves of oaks and other trees in Europe, and the authorities wage a relentless war against the pests. What Immense numbers of the beetles are being destroyed every year may be guessed from the report of the county of Svenborg on the Island of Fuenen, where last year nearly $00,000 was paid for 1,700,000 pounds of cockchafers, or nearly 1,050,000,000 of the beetles duly caught, killed, and delivered to the beetle com- misaaries.—Chicago News. A Great Bird Ootlactloa. More than 200,000 bird sklna are now contained in the Natural History museum at South Kensington, London. A recent acquisiMon is the colleetion of 27,000 speciF mens made by the late marquis of Tweed- dale. This wae presented by Capt. W. Ramsay, the naturalist’s nephew, who has included in his gift the Tweeddale library, embracing nearly 8,000 ornitho logical volumes, many of them very rare aud valuable.—Arkansaw Traveler. la a Weeping Mood. A biography of the Rev. Thomas K. Beecher says he always weeps when he is nominated for office. Many other candi dates hold back their tears until after the election. They are in a weeping mood then.—Norristown Herald. ‘Yon i I me of my ft favorite dish.” to tha stupid LAW CAROM J. J. WARD. K O. WOOPS WARD & WOODS. Attorneys k Counselors at Law, DARLIXO TON, S. C. Wil practice in all State and Federal Courts.! J. >. KETTLBJt. c. a. N I ) TLIH Nettles & Nettles, Attorneys k Counselors at Law, Unrlluglon C. II., H. C. Will practice in all the State and Federal Courte. * Prompt personal attention jfiven to collection of claitna. Sep. 2, ’86 l j. B. W. BOYD, OBO. W. BROWN B0Y0 & BROWN- Attorneys and Counselors at Law Office in rear of Diir ington Nation al Bank. DARLINGTON C. H, .S C. PROMPT PERSONAL ATTENTION TO ALL BUSINESS. Feb 3, ’87—ly. C. T. mftGAX, Attorney at Law and Trial Justice. Praoiioea in the Unite ) Hiotrs Court and in the ' , ih and 6lb circ ’ita. Prompt nttru- lion loal business entrusted in him. Office in Exchange Street, nex'. ibe 4 DAii- msoton News Office. T. H. SPAIN. Attorney at I .;W. DARLINGTON, C. H., S C. Will practice in Circuit Courts and Supreme Court of Sontli Carolina. Prompt attention j*iveu to nil bu siness, and special attention given to e.ollectionA. G. 0. who has removed hi st'.ck of GENERAL MBKCHANDISB, to the stand opposite his former —PLACE ON— PE * RLE STREET, offers a well selected variety of all Iruils of this season. Apples, Malaga, Concord, and Catawba grapes, banannas. pears, li moos, oranges, oocoanuts, figs, dates, and all kinds of nuts. Cranberries and all leading Nnrthern veg etables. Michigan ce levy received fresh twice a week. My prices will compare fa vorably with any market North or South. I call special attention to my Grocery De partment which is full and complete. Can dy, crackers of all kinds, cigars, tobacco. Also a full Hoe of Tin and Crockery ware at lowest prices. Nov. 10. ’87, Notice of Seizure. U 8. INTERNAL REVENUE, Dep’y Col. Office, District of S Florence, 8 C-. June 18. Notice is hereby given dial the follow ing descibed property, to-wit : ONE BARREL CORN WHISKEY was seised on the 7th day o r June, 1888 at Darlington C. H., for violation ot U. 8 Internal Revenue laws. Any person claiming this property is required to ap pear and make such claim within thirty days fr<m first publication of this notice, J. E. SCHOUBOE, Dep’y Ool., Int roll Revenue for 8. C. June 14, *88—1m HCNNV OLIVER. ill M GmiM. OXO. E. TO ALE, HENRVOI Geo. E. Toale & Co., MANUFACTURERS —AND— WHOLESALE DEALERS IN Doors, Sash, Blinds, Builders’ Hardware, AND benl Miiig Mil. OFFICE AND SALESROOMS 10 and 12 Hayue Street, CHARLESTON, - 8. O. Writs for Estimates. May 31, 1888. Mane’s fab Bar. At the old stand on PfcARLE STREET. Manac baa jnst returned from the North, where he waa appointed special agent ter THE NEW YORK STOCK EXCHANGE’S PRIVATE STOCK PURE RYE WHISKEY, As fine a brand at hac ever been brought lo Darlington. He is alas agent for REDMdfcD’SCORN WHISKEY. Sap 29, ’87. ly. A Harvest Field For c A xx BXTYEXXS GA WSOW & BROOM. BUYING FOR CASH-SELLING FOR GASH! Gelling bargains, -m mr Giving Bargains. llmtm the magic power that is fast loariug asunder th* shackles of High Prices and consecrates a new eitoch iu the I)r 3 Goods trade. Cold blooded fli»- tc Mlum prctitH—75 per cent, will not do, when the condition of the coon- try and the scarcity of money requires that every dollar should, it possi ble, do double duty. We secure bargains anywhere ami everywhere j whether from the Auctioneer, the Assignee, the overstocked MaBafac- turer, or the needy Jobber—it matters not since they are Bargain*. H-nce we offer a line of Hats, 1,000 in all, of almost every kind, for men, youlba ami children, at 25 per cent, below first cost. We bought them at 35 cents on the dollar. Next iuift mtfffniifactui'pr’ri Stock of Shoes ; some in broken lot* bnt all genulie^jhrtStMw * We sc'l as we buy, and don’t ask 1125 for » aho* we can 8«#T6r SI 120 pairs ladies’ fine peb grain flexible shoes that coat llrst 81 40; onr paice is $1.25. A splendid button Dongola goat solid sole shoe for $1.50, worth $2. Sixty pair Men’s Gaiters worth $2, now for 81.40. Space forbids meutiou of our New am] lovely line of Dress Goods Lawns and Piques but we are prepared to say a word about Notiooa and Hosiery. Every nickle buys a great deal iu this Bargain House. 5 cents will bny 3 papers of pins. 5 c nts will buy 3 pocket Handkerchief. 5 cents will bay 2 papers of needles. 5 cents will buy a pair of ladies’ hose 6 cents will buy 3 bal s sowing thread. 10 cents will buy as much as 25 cents will at most places. Notwithstanding we have had a most gratifying Sprig trade thus tar, we must do better; better for our patrons aud ourselves. Have faith to come «nd see for yourselves. Very Resi>e<:tfull CtAJJTSOIV & BROOM. April 13, ’88. CALL THE CHEAPEST Place in Town for rine Dress Goods, Dry Goods, Notions, Boots, Shoes and Hats, Willis, Liquor*, and CIGARS. k-TA