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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- “*
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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.
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